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The man of my dreams - John Stones
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Warning: SMUT smut smut (the gif is pretty self explanatory)
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John was chilling on your bed as you walked around in just your knickers, keeping your hands to your chest, to cover your naked boobs.
That sight didn't go unnoticed to your boyfriend who looked up at you scanning your figure with his eyes, taking it all in.
"This isn't fair of you"
"What?"
"Walking around naked"
He looked genuinely frustrated, sulking.You smirked and shook your head.
"I was about to take a shower but I forgot to take my underwear"
When he got up he leaned down for a kiss, a loving but hungry kiss. You body was adhering perfectly to his, the pressure of your naked tits against the soft cotton of his light gray t-shirt caused a little moan to escape his lips.
It was at that moment you realised a totally unintentional gesture as walking around your house practically naked soon turned into something quite provocative and hot.
John's hands rested on your hips, softly brushing your fluffy skin as he let his thumbs under the side of your panties.
You soon switched your roles as you became the horny one. When your other half's lips parted from yours, you threw your arms around his neck pulling him in for a kiss rather desperately.
"Come take a shower with me…this pussy needs you" You whined with no shame at all.
You woke up all of a sudden, panting. The wetness between your legs just gave you further confirmation of what the dream you just had was about (as if you needed any ulterior proof).
You glanced towards John’s body resting by your side as a part of you wanted to jump on him and put into practice what your subconscious just showed you but the other thought it wouldn’t have been appropriate and it was best if you left things as they were and tried to go back to sleep.
Putting your mind to rest in order to get back to sleep seemed harder than ever, as you couldn’t stop replaying the evocative images you dreamed of.
It was now four hours since you started tossing and turning in your bed and it was time for you to accept you wouldn’t have gotten the lost sleep back, as a thudding headache was starting to form
As you first put your feet on the ground, the cold wooden floor reminded you you wouldn’t have find the perfect combination of comfort and the warmth provided by John’s body and the soft duvet wrapping you nowhere else in the house (nor in the world) and that thought brought a grimace of pain to your lips.
That wince soon turned into a smile when your tired eyes fell on your boyfriend still deep in his sleep: his angelic appearance literally drove you crazy as he looked so cute but also so irresistible as well, making you feel a slight sense of frustration (well, after that dream that kept you up almost all night it was impossible not to feel frustrated).
You put on your big pile vest before going downstairs, where the sight of the Christmas tree together with all the other decorations you and John put around the house some days earlier, warmed your heart. It also served you as a reminder that you still had some presents left to buy and you huffed, switching on the heating as well as your laptop to deal with that formality while having breakfast.
The warmth of the black coffee you were sipping from your favourite mug caused a jolt down your spine, a pleasurable one but not as good as the one John’s lips provoked when he pressed them against the nape of your neck as a form of greeting.
Your focused pout evolved into a smile once again that morning: feeling his touch on your skin was the best sensation ever to you, the only person whose touch would never annoy you.
“Hey” You whispered over your shoulder.
“Good morning” His eyes were still half closed and swollen with sleep and you couldn’t help but press a tender peck on the bridge of his nose.
“You woke up quite early for someone who’s on her day off” He grumbled, stretching his back and long arms, before walking past the stove.
“Yeah erm I couldn’t sleep very well”
“How come?”
“No idea…” The thought of the real reason behind your early wake up caused you to blush as you tried to hide the nervous laugh that was about to leave your mouth behind your mug. Your eyes lingering on his body, on the perfect curve of his bum,on the outline of his bicep peeking out of his short sleeved t-shirt as well as his tattoos gracing his skin, made it even harder for you to resist and a sigh immediately came out of your mouth.
It didn’t go unnoticed to John who gave you a questioning look.
“What’s that? What are you hiding?”
“Nothing, I have nothing to hide from you” You smiled, looking back at the computer screen before you.
He didn’t buy your poor acting performance and he was determined to find out the truth behind your weird demeanour.
“Come on, tell me what’s happening”
“Nope babe, everything’s okay”
“You had a nightmare?”
“No, not really…”
John bent over you in what should have been an intimidating posture in his mind but it only made you cheeks turn crimson and your heart beat faster.
“What are you doing?” You giggled, bending backwards against the back of the chair as his tall figure was now towering over you.
“You leave me no choice other than punishing you”
Oh what a pity, the man you had been thirsting over for the whole night was threatening to punish you…dreams do come true, if you believe hard enough.
You bit on your lower lip and slowly undid your robe’s belt, without looking away from John’s eyes.
“I’m ready”
He definitely liked the direction things were taking, he was quite pleased with it actually, but he was just playing, being a tease as usual.
You realised it when he smirked and got away from you, leaving an innocent kiss on your forehead.
To say he let you down was an understatement, was he really there only to play with your deepest needs??
“That’s all?? A kiss on the forehead was your punishment?”
John turned around and looked at you, his head slightly bent on the side.
He gently nibbled at your finger before sucking on it, savouring what you just offered him.
Without losing eye contact with him, you spread your legs and pushed a finger underneath your panties to move it through your folds. Your dream mixed with the interaction that was taking place was enough to make you wet already.
You slowly got up to walk to where he was and stood right in front of him. The lust in your eyes said it all and the gesture that followed was just a further proof of it: you rubbed your finger, sticky with your wetness, over John’s lower lip so he could taste how bad your craving of him was.
“I guess my breakfast is almost ready…”
You both smirked as John lowered down his head to press a trail of kisses that started from your jaw down to your neck.
You giggled and let him take control of the situation, going for the next steps.
He lifted you up to place your body on the kitchen counter you usually used as a table or as a countertop so you could sit on it. Strangely to say it was a place you never had sex on with John and the newness of it all made it even more exciting, giving chills down your spine.
The hiss you whispered as the cool marble came in contact with your hot skin made your boyfriend giggle and it was the only moment he let go of your skin.
He smirked at you before spreading your legs so he could stand in between.
His kisses were burning hot as he went on taking off your clothes without any hesitation, being particularly grateful that he only had to get rid of your pajamas’ top as your night equipment didn’t include any bra.
His white t-shirt followed the lilac night robe on the floor as it already left your body moments ago, when you showed him what your plans were.
The sight of his bare chest drew a grin to your lips. His god-like body always made your mouth water, especially that time that your excitement was peaking.
He sucked on the left one, brushing his warm tongue left and right before tugging on it with his teeth.
John firmly pressed his hands on your hips to pull you towards him in order for his tongue to give some attention to your chest
You whimpered as you felt his lips around your nipples that soon got as hard as the marble you were sitting on.
The level of arousement in you was getting higher and higher and the familiar knot forming at the pit of your stomach was starting to form.
“Yes” The feeble mumble that left your mouth, followed by your hand in his hair, spurred him on as your boyfriend shifted his attention to the other nipple.
His torture was gentle but ruthless at the same time and he wasn't giving your mind time to process everything that was happening in that kitchen.
When he was done, his mouth left your upper body to move down and brush soft kisses on every inch of your exposed skin.
What he left behind were the signs of his passage which consisted of red marks and shiny spots caused by his warm spit. He could have covered your whole body with those signs and you wouldn’t have put up any resistance.
That man could have done anything, whatever crossed his mind to your body.
John stopped when he felt your fingers wrapping around his wrist and he lifted up his head to take a look at your face.
“This pussy needs you” That sentence you moaned was the exact same one you said in your dream last night as that expressed your needs in the most accurate way possible.
“Getting there, baby girl…” He pressed a kiss, one on each of your inner thighs “...show me where do you want me”
You gently guided his hand where you needed him the most, pushing it inside your panties and you gasped: the warmth his fingers were radiating brought a whimper to your mouth and a tremble to your legs, feeling as if your knees were about to fail you.
He whimpered when his pads came in contact with your juices. Your wetness was evident to his touch and he couldn’t help but be satisfied with it: even after all that time, he still had that effect on you and it was priceless to him.
“So wet already…” He groaned, biting on his bottom lip. John gave a quick stroke to your clit before taking his hand out of your underwear to bring his index and middle finger to brush over your still covered folds in a slow but intense motion.
It was then the turn of his thumb to test the waters as he applied a pleasurable pressure against your clit, moving it in circular motions while doing so. A desperate whimper left your mouth as he did that.
“You like it, don’t you?”
You nodded as his hand job was forbidding words to come out of your mouth.
Desperate, high-pitched moans became the only form you could express yourself with.
John gave a quick glance at you before kneeling down to press a couple of soft kisses below your belly button. His eyes were closed and his lips felt like feathers against your skin and you placed your left foot over his shoulder.
“Yes babe”
Another quick glance right before he kissed your still covered but damp pussy.
You were now fully ready to have him fucking you: you were ridicolously wet and you couldn’t help but moving your left hand in circular motion over your clit, the squeaky sound of your wetness mixed with your ragged breathing being the soundtrack of the moment.
He moved your slip to the side and, as soon as you felt his plumpy lips close to your core, you knew they were gonna take the palace of your hand: he kneeled down and placed both of his hands on your thighs to keep them open for him to eat you out without any problem.
At first he helped himself to have full access to it by opening your folds with his thumbs. He gave it a first, raw lick there as if to give you a preview of what was waiting for you. Then he positioned himself in a more comfortable position and started moving his lips against your pussy so passionately. He was sucking on your bud and parting your folds with his tongue, his tip frantically teasing your skin down there.
God he was good at eating you out, it was never enough for you. You started bucking your hips against his mouth as the urge to feel his tongue deeper and deeper inside of you was insatiable. He moved his tongue from down to up, making it each time faster
He kept alternating those motions encouraged by your heavy breaths and also added some husky moans that sent you over the moon.
He was perfect and everything he did as well.
A loud pop was what made you wince, meaning he broke the contact with the most secret part of you that he knew like the back of his hand by then.
“So perfect…” He breathed out, looking at your wetness and pressing his lips to it another time. He now brought his index close to your mouth and you liked it, a lot. But it was too soon to make you cum and it wasn’t the way he wanted it to happen.
John got up and gently pushed his erection inside of you, causing your mouth to form an O shape while feeling every inch of him filling you.
In a romantic spark, John leaned himself forward so his body would adhere perfectly to yours and brushed his lips against yours, while waiting for you to adjust to his big cock.
The man started with gentle but deep thrusts that touched every single corner of your walls, making you yearn for more.
He left a small peck at the corner of your mouth before pulling himself up and speeding up his moves.
The incoherent sounds coming from your throat were getting louder and higher as the sweat drops adorning his abs perfectly matched the heat of the moment as well as his stamina.
He pressed his hand on your stomach as if to feel his dick pumping into you and you kept moaning and holding onto him, touching his neck and moving your shaky fingers up and down his back.
“Yes yes yes” You squealed as John hit your most sensitive spot while fucking you mercilessly. His pushes were making you see stars almost literally as your vision got blurred and tiny, dark dots started to form before your eyes.
He decided adding some more pressure could have been a good idea so he synchronised his pushes with his fingers: he slid down the hand pressed on your stomach to brush its palm over your clit, before letting his thumb do the work.
His finger's motion was as fast as the one of his pelvis, you thought you were about to pass out. Your boyfriend gasped when he lowered his gaze to where your bodies were connected and saw your juices starting to coat his member. It was irresistible and one of the hottest things he ever saw.
“Babe I - I'm cl-”
You couldn’t finish your sentence as a loud groan from John anticipated what you were going to say. He was close too but wanted you to cum first so he gave his all for the final thrusts and your hand joined his once again, both your fingers brushing against your swollen clitoris.
The orgasm washed over you, culminating in a loud whimper and it was so strong he left you shaking.
Once he met his purpose, John slowed down, placed a kiss on your thigh stretched against his left shoulder, and released his load inside of you, spattering the last drops of his seed on our lower stomach.
You were both panting messes, trying to recover from one of the best sex sessions you ever had.
You were still there with your eyes closed, still a bit shaky and trying to catch your breath while he opened his eyes to catch sight of his cum coming out of your vagina: the sight of it made him bite on his lower lip and pick it up for you to taste it. It was the perfect mixture of both of your juices and it tasted like heaven.
“Haven't you had enough, want some more?” He asked hoarsely as he enjoyed the view of you sucking on his thumb as it was the sweetest lollipop you ever tried.
You sat up on the table, keeping his body between your legs.
“Can't have enough of you” You breathed out with a raspy voice, looking intensely into his eyes while swirling your tongue around his finger.
John smirked and squeezed your love handle with his free hand.
“You know what?”
“Mhh?”
“You had your breakfast but I didn’t have mine…” You naughtily suggested as he sat down on the chair before you. “...and I’m hungry…”
You hopped off the counter to go and open the fridge, under the curious look of the City defender, who smirked when you wiggled the whipped cream as a hint of what you had in mind.
John’s smirk was a reflection of yours and it kept getting bigger as you walked closer to where he was.
“So naughty…” He slurred against your cheek before leaving a playful bite on it.
“Spray it wherever you want” Your offer sounded too inviting not to take it literally: he grabbed the can from your hands and your nipples got smeared with the white cream that came out of it.
It soon disappeared thanks to his tongue that licked it off, making you moan with satisfaction.
He did the same to your buttcheek, biting on your soft but toned skin and winning a laugh from you.
“You cheeky boy!”
“You said wherever I wanted!” He giggled and slapped your bum before giving other small bites here and there.
“Okay enough, my turn now!”
You sprayed it all over his chest and gave him a kinky look before letting your tongue travel over his upper body: the first thing your mouth touched were his nipples, now covered with the sweet cream. Your kisses left white trails along his chest that lead to his pelvis, the part you would use to eat your breakfast. You sprayed the whipped cream over his tip to pounce on it seconds after, to satisfy the hunger you had for him.
Your mouth perfectly wrapped around his shaft, as it was meant to be there around him. The motion of your head bobbing up and down guided his deep moans and spurred you to go forward. Your spit, that served as lube, got mixed with the cream and with his precum and tickled your taste buds in an unusual combination.
You stuck your tongue out for him to lick the new mixture off it too. In the heat of the moment he grabbed your face firmly which inevitably led to a messy kiss where your tongues engaged in a fight to show who was the stronger one.
That fight got so hectic you straddled him to kiss him better being in a more comfortable position.
John tied your hair with his hand and tugged on them so your face leaned backwards and he had full access to your neck that he could bite and kiss the way he pleased.
“You know what would be good right now?” He huskily asked into your ear, leaving a kiss behind it.
“A shower?”
“Good girl”
"You're the man of my dreams" You meant every single word of that sentence, he was constantly on your mind as your dreams suggested.
He smiled against your lips as you kissed him sweetly, your hands wrapped around his neck.
"Speaking of dreams...what happened last night?"
You led him upstairs where your big bathroom was. You grabbed his hand as if you feared he could get lost and entered the cubicle first, letting the stream of hot water wash over you, giving him a visual of your crucial dream…
TO BE CONTINUED ?
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Ruben Dias/ Summer break
Summary: A little insight to Ruben Dias and his gf summer break.
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Wedding night
Player: Neymar jr
TW: Fluff, wedding scene
Authors note: This is my first Neymar jr imagine! Please leave feedback, I greatly appreciate it.
You thought love was about red roses and expensive dinners. Truth is, love is giving half of your food even when they say they weren't hungry. Love is waking up at 4am to their snores and refraining from shoving them off the bed. It's talking in accents just to make the laugh and trying to embarrass one another in public. It's going on adventures and making fun of each other. It's stupid fights and memorable makeups. Love isn't pretty and romantic. Love is just stumbling through life with your best friend.
You stood on the balcony of your honeymoon, sweet. The floods of guests stood singing and beaming in the court yard. It was your big day, and it wasn't just a day that you were excited for. It was the rest of your life. Your hands held the metal running across the Juliet balcony. The sun was dancing of the ring in which held the most important thing to you, your love. You inhaled, feeling the most clear breath you had gained all day. It was now stress free. You felt your husbands hands wrap around your small frame. His hands sat on the bodes of your white gown, and his head was resting on your shoulder as he inhaled your comforting scent.
"You look gorgeous bebê" He said in his soft angelic accent. You leaned into his embrace as your eyes watched your family and friends dance and sing as if it was their last day. Your hands fell on top of his as the cold feeling of his new ring laid rest on your palm.
"I think I can say the same to you," you softly said with a smirk as you turned around in his embrace. Your eyes looked up through your lashes as his signature smirk fell so deeper into your vision. You were addicted to him.
"I'm glad where on the same page," He said in a smile as his lips fell lightly onto yours. You let out a giggle at his obvious jokes. His hands were taking up the majority of your back. Neymar had never had a clear obsession with wedding dresses, but in this moment, he was the one most addicted. He could have kept you in this pure look for the rest of your lives.
"Where always on the same page," you remark with a laugh as your hands hold him from behind your back and slowly unwrapped them from your body. His eyes were piercing into you. It was as if he was telling a million stories just by looking at you. "Come on, we have guests," you added, stringing the s on your last word as you wondered past him with a swing of your hips. He quickly ran his body to you as he quickly wondered to your moving back and hunched over to grab your hand. His eyes were resting on the curves in your body. If it was up to him, he would have you in this suite all day. You wouldn't have complained he was sculpted from god in his perfectly fitted suit and his delicately styled hair.
"Do you know what I think we should do for a joint wedding present?" He casually asked as you shut the door and walked hand in hand down the grand hallway. His hand was modelled into yours.
"What?" You asked with a smile as you looked up at his working face. He looked down at you with a smirk and nothing but a giddy laugh.
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"I think Davi needs a brother or sister," He explained with a teethy grin. You simply shuck your head with a smile as you tugged him quicker down the hall. Maybe he was right? After all, it was your wedding night.
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Aunties Disney Prince (Martin Ødegaard x fem!Reader)
Summary: Your little niece meets your boyfriend for the first time. And is completely enamored by him.
Wordcount: 770
Warnings: fluff, children
This is dedicated to @julianalvarez9 because she is the reason I'm now crushing on this Disney prince
It wasn't planned that you would take care of your niece today. But your best friend had an urgent appointment, so she asked you to pick up her 4 year old daughter, who you considered as your niece, from her daycare. Of course you wouldn't say no, you loved the little girl with all your heart. But you had made plans with your boyfriend already and now you had to cancel.
You: Babe I have to cancel today. (Y/BF) asked me to pick up Lily and I'll take care of her until tonight. I'm sorry ❤️
Martin❤️⚽️: Don't worry. I could come over anyway and help you? Also bring some snacks?
You: That would be amazing. Thanks babe!
Martin❤️⚽️: Of course :) see you in thirty
Looking back up from your phone you saw Lily coming back from the living room for lunch, her dress flowing behind her. She almost always wore dresses, insisting that she was a princess just waiting for her prince. And you couldn't lie, it was absolutely adorable. While you ate you informed her that your boyfriend would be coming over, and she, the open and friendly girl that she was, was already excited to make a new friend. Just as you were done eating, your doorbell rang.
You took Lily in your arms and buzzed Martin up. Turning your head towards your niece you saw her hiding in your neck.
"Are you okay, love?"
She nodded and you could hear her mutter a 'just nervous' into your skin. You ran your hand through her hair trying to calm her down.
"No need to be nervous, Lily. He's really nice. I promise you."
She nodded again, now a bit more sure and looked up when there was a knock on the door. On the other side stood Martin in sweatpants and his Arsenal training shirt with a shopping bag in hand. His smile made your heart skip a beat. Stepping aside you let him in but not before he pressed a kiss against your cheek.
"Lily, this is my boyfriend Martin. Martin, this is Lily."
You hasn't looked at Lily until now but what you saw made you let out a chuckle. Her eyes wide open, almost glimmering while she looked at him and taking every little piece of the man in front of you in. And her mouth just a little bit opened. You could her a small 'woah' leave her.
Martin smiled at her too, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand, making them flush in a pretty rosy red. She was blushing.
"Hello Lily. How was your day?"
Her smile widened as she answered 'good'. Then her gaze switched between you and the blonde. Finally, she focused on you.
"Aunty?"
"Yeah Lily?"
She side eyed your boyfriend before answering.
"Why is a Disney Prince here?"
You couldn't hold back your laugh. Never in your life had you heard someone be compared to a Disney prince, nonetheless your boyfriend. Speaking of, Martin couldn't believe what he had just heard. Now it was his turn to blush a deep red.
"Lily, Martin isn't a Disney Prince. He's just normal like me and you."
Well more or less. You wouldn't confuse her with the less than normal life that Martin called his own. But Lily wasn't convinced.
"No! He's my prince now. Will you play princess with me, Martin?"
The still blushing Norwegian agreed. And so the whole rest of the day was spent with the princess (Lily) being saved by her prince (Martin) by any inconvenience of choice (you). And it seemed that Martin really enjoyed the role of Prince on a white horse. All this playing ended with Lily falling asleep in Martins arms on his shoulder so when your best friend came over to pick her up, she was surprised that Lily was so comfortable in his arms.
"Everything went well then I assume?"
Martin had gone back to the living room, leaving just you and (Y/BF) at your door.
"Yeah she was as amazing as ever. But she is convinced that Martin is her own personal Disney prince. Even made him play princess with her."
The answer made you both laugh before she added:
"Well maybe she knows something you don't. Maybe he is your own Prince you've waited for."
You nodded and soon you said goodbye to each other. And just as you went back to Martin and cuddled up into his arms you thought about the words of your best friend.
And maybe she was right. Maybe Martin was the prince that would make it all worth it.
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Jack Grealish (Man City) - School
Warnings: none
Requested: no
Y/n was awoken by a loud crash coming from downstairs. Her eyes shit open, the sun coming in through the window almost blinding her. "What the fuck?" The blinds and curtains where never open this early. Y/n reached over to her bedside table and turned on her phone. 7:29. Her alarm was set to go off any sec-
Beep, Beep
Beep, Beep
Beep, Beep
She turned it off and turned to where she expected to see her boyfriend but instead saw empty sheets. "Jack?" She called. Nothing. "Jack?" She repeated but again, nothing. "Jack Peter Grealish are you there?" After that last call, she heard giggles coming from downstairs. Macey is awake. Wait. Macey is here? Macey was her 4 year old daughter, one she had from a previous relationship. Y/n and her ex didn't break up on bad terms and decided to just share custody of Macey, him having her for one week and Y/n the next. It gave both of them some breathing time, since both had very busy schedules. They were lucky in that sense.
Y/n hopped out of bed and walked quickly downstairs, following the sounds of laughing and giggling. "Jack?" Y/n called, turning the corner into the kitchen. She gasped at the sight before her. Both Jack and Macey froze on the spot. It was as if a bomb had just gone off. Flour everywhere. On the bench, floor, ceiling- how did it get on the ceiling?! "Hi mum!" Macey beamed, waving her messy hands at a distressed looking Y/n. "Hi darling. What on earth happened?" As Macey looked to get down, Jack helped her off the chair. "Jack was helping make pancakes to surprise you!" She said, running towards her mother with her arms stretched out wide. "Oh was he now? What's with the mess?" Jack walked closer. "We just got carried away and kind of messed them up." He paused to peck Y/n on the lips. "But we gave it a go, didn't we missus?" Jack smiled, giving Macey a little tickle under her chin, earning a high pitched giggle. "Right, how about you go to the table and I'll sort the pancakes then." Y/n kissed her daughters head and let her down, watching as she ran to the dining room just beside the kitchen.
"What's Macey doing here so early?" Y/n asked, crossing her silk dressing gown over her chest and folding her arms. "Her dad dropped her off early this morning. Something about an early shift at work?" Y/n rubbed the bridge of her nose and nodded. "What time did he come around?" She asked. "Like Forty minutes ago, I think."
"And he didn't look for me to hand her over?" Jack nodded. "He did but I said you had a late night." Y/n's eyebrows knotted. "I didn't have work-" She stopped herself upon seeing Jack's cocky grin. "Don't." Jack threw his arms up in defence. "I didn't say anything." She slapped his chest playfully. "You didn't have to, I can read you like a book." Y/n walked over to the slop that was left in a bowl, slop that she could only assume to be Jack's attempt at pancake batter. She felt his fingers tracing her curves as she let out a shake breath but reached for an egg. "I think Macey would like a little brother or sister." He whispered wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck. She smiled, putting her hand back to run her fingers through his hair. "We can work on that some other time but Macey is here now, so relax yourself." She whispered. Jack let out a groan. "I suppose nothing for the next week then?" Y/n turned to face him. "I didn't say that. School starts today." Jack peppered her face in kisses, making her laugh and wrap her arms around his neck. "Oh dear, right here on the kitchen island. You really can't resist." Jack mumbled into the kiss. "I can't? Keep it in your trousers Grealish." She let go and returned to the batter, leaving Jack to pout. "But I know you'd want to as well." He kissed her yet again. "Nope. Last time you were late to training, you got a bollocking from Pep and I got strange looks now go get ready for training." Jack let go and walked, each step he took his groan of disapproval only getting louder.
As Y/n promised, she made the pancakes and let Macey eat them while Y/n prepped her for school. "Mum, you're hurting me." Macey whined. "I'm sorry, love, but I have to get your hair up." Jack was walking by, a cup of tea in hand and his phone in the other. "Jack?" His attention was taken from his phone and to the little figure calling for him. "Can you hold my hand please?" Jack smiled and shoved his phone in his pocket. "Course I can." Jack pulled up a chair and sat down, letting the 4 year old grip onto his hands as her mum braided her hair. "You excited for your first day?" Jack asked, trying to take her mind off her hair. "Yeah. I'm gonna make so many friends." Jack laughed. "I wouldn't doubt that. You're like a little ball of sunshine, you are." Macey's toothy grin showed, making Jack smile even more. "Do you reckon youll be painting today?" Macey shrugged her shoulders. "Well, do me a favour, whenever you are painting, save me one, yeah?" He said. "I want to put it up on the fridge." Macey let go of Jack's hand and turned to her mum. "You look gorgeous."
Y/n walked towards the front door to take some photos of Macey. Jack stood behind her, watching as she posed with her abnormally small uniform and huge backpack. "Okay, perfect. Ready to go?" She took her hand and began walking but Macey wouldn't budge. "Wait!" Y/n turned to look down at her daughter. "Is Jack coming too?" She asked excitedly. Jack looked up to his girlfriend, giving him an equally surprised look. "You want me to drop you off? Are you sure?" He asked. Macey nodded her head vigorously. "Yes! It's my first day ever!" Jack had never smiled so much. "I'd love to pet. Only if your mum's okay with it though." Macey looked up to her mother with pleading eyes. "Oh pretty please?" Y/n didn't need much convincing to give in. "Of course he can. I'm pretty sure Daddy is gonna be there as well anyway." Macey grabbed Jack's hand and her mother's hand and out the door they went. Y/n walked towards her car and opened the back door, only for Jack to push by gently and grab the car seat. "Jack, what are you-"
"My car. I can drop you off to work on the way to training." He explained. He helped Macey up the steps of his Mercedes G Wagon and buckled her in. "You getting in, sweetheart?" Y/n smiled softly at him and went around to the passenger side, hopping in and looking back at Macey whi was picking at her nails out of nervousness. "Don't pick your nails." Y/n warned. "I wasn't, I promise." She replied cutely. Jack began to drive and in all honesty, he didn't know if he was excited or nervous. He was excited that he would be there to drop Macey off but nervous because he might feel so out of place. It's something that has bugged him since he started going out with Y/n about two years ago. He fancied her like crazy but she never let him make a move and he found out why. He found out she had tried to get close to guys before and when they found out she had a kid, they would slowly but surely lose contact. So, she would just not give anybody the time of day. Jack however, took his time with her and didn't rush into things like he did last time he had a girlfriend.
"Next right and we should be there." Y/n said, making Jack snap out of his daze and indicated to pull in. As Jack drive up the school avenue, his anxiety only grew. He felt so much pressure for nothing. Suddenly, he felt calmer as the soft touch of his girlfriend rested on his hand. He looked over to her reassuring smile and smiled back. "Ready to go?" Y/n asked Macey. As the two looked back to the child, they saw her gripping onto her backpack for dear life. "Macey? You alright?" Jack asked. She didn't reply. She just looked out the window with a worrying look on her face. "How about I go get Dad and you stay here until he comes? Yeah?" Macey nodded slightly and Y/n left.
Jack sat awkwardly tapping the steering wheel, glancing back at Macey every so often through the rear view mirror. "Jack?" She suddenly asked. "Mmh?" He hummed back in response. "Do you ever get scared before matches?" She asked. Jack let out a sigh. "All the time. You've no idea." She nodded and returned to looking out the window. "Are you scared to go in?" He asked. Jack felt like it was his responsibility to try convince her to be brave and go on in but at the same time, didn't exactly want to step over any boundaries. "Listen, Macey." Jack turned around fully to the child as she looked at him captivated. "I'm always afraid. I'm scared of everything."
"Really?"
"Absolutely! I'm afraid of bugs, I'm afraid of clowns and I'm especially afraid on matchdays. I just don't show it." Macey's grip on her schoolbag loosened a bit. "It's just one of these things you have to do. You can either stay afraid or just go for it." Jack received a small smile from Macey to which he returned one. "Now, put on a brave face and let's get you to school with Mum, yeah?" Macey nodded and took her seat belt off and waited for Jack to open the door. All eyes were on the Mercedes as Jack stepped out, now the centre of attention. He reached out for Macey's hand only for her to not let go. "Macey? Me and Dad are bringing you now, say goodbye to Jack." Y/n said, reaching for her daughter. "No, I want Jack to come too!" She cried. Y/n looked at her frustrated. "One second." Jack muttered. He went onto his knees, just about taller than her and held onto her shoulders. "Macey, listen. Your dad took time off work to come here, so you're gonna have to go with him."
"But I want you to come with me." She whined. "Remember what I told you about the brave face? Nows the time to do it so come on, show me it." Macey took a deep breath and put on a cutesy little serious face. "There we go! You're a natural. Now give us a hug and off with you." Jack smiled. Macey wasted no time hugging him. "Promise you'll pick me up after?" Jack grinned, hugging back. "I wouldn't miss it. Now come on. You're gonna be very late." Jack stood up as Macey ran over towards her Mum and Dad, holding both of their hands and walking into the school with them as Jack retired to the car to wait. He typed away on his phone and scrolled through instagram. He was so captivated by his phone, he almost missed Y/n getting back into the car. "I don't know what you did or said to convince her to go in but I'll tell you something, she listened." Y/n said, doing up her seat belt. "I just told her she needs to not be afraid, it worked, job done." Y/n leaned over and pecked him on the cheek. "You're a gem, you are." She smiled. Jack only smiled back and nodded. "I know I am. I'm just that amazing. Now let's get you to work before you're late as well."
With his missus dropped off, Jack raced towards the training grounds to excitedly tell everyone about his new step in how they described it, "parent life" to which he didn't shut up about it for a single second.
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Day Off- Trent Alexander-Arnold
You stirred as the sun broke through the curtains in your room, and as you roll over you see Trent laid next to you, still asleep. You begin to get up out of bed before his arm wraps around you and pulls you back down into the bed. "Don't know where you think you're going." he says, voice raspy with sleep. "I was gonna go and get some work done." You try to wiggle out of his arm but his grip is too strong.
"Well I was thinking, instead of you getting your work done we could just spend some time together today and chill." You have been meaning to spend some more time with Trent for weeks, but there was so much to do today. As if reading your mind, "I'll help you get your work done after training tomorrow." You sighed before reluctantly agreeing.
After you had both gotten dressed, you begun making pancakes. Trent was stirring the eggs, milk and pancake mix together as you cut strawberries and bananas. "Do you need some help with that Trent?" you ask him after finishing cutting the fruit. He nods gratefully, and as you approach he steps out of the way. As he did so you dipped your finger into the mixture and smear it onto his nose.
He gasps overdramatically, "How could you?" He picks up a handful of the leftover pancake mix and throws it towards you, fortunately you manage to dodge the bulk of the powder and are only caught up in the dust. You reach for the fruit you cut earlier and throw a handful where you think Trent is. You guess it hits him as you hear him groan. You are looking for something else to throw as you feel an egg crack on the back of your leg.
"This is why we are never having pancakes again." Trent says for the 100th time since you started clearing up the mess from your impromptu food fight. "Worth it though, well apart from the fact we don't have any breakfast now." The cleaning is eventually finished and you decide to order a McDonalds breakfast to eat whilst watching Jumanji.
You spend the rest of the day messing around and watching films before you both went back to sleep.
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#trent alexander arnold#trent alexander arnold imagine#lfc#liverpool fanfiction#liverpool imagines#premier league#liverpool#premier league imagines#football fanfiction#football fanfic#football#football imagine
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Premier league
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Okay. I am gonna put it out there, to see what people think. Football Writers Chat, I’m sure this has been brought up numerous of times but I think it would be nice to do something, writers support writers. If not a group chat? I am already in a fab but i honestly wanna talk to more of you so yeah. Let me know if it be something youd be interested in we could look at discord, whatsapp other sources/suggestions welcome
#football#england football#premier league imagines#premier league#football one shots#football fic#football imagine#la liga#football fandom
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popstar - jude bellingham
summary: y/n is in her popstar era and has a fan in the form of madrid's starboy
SMAU!
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ynusername working hard or hardly working?
badbunny YAYAYA my baby come home soon
leahwilliamson Gorgeous girl x
user60293 WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE
user60132 I already know the amy winehouse influence will be insane
ynusername oh you know it
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ynusername oh italy
user60383 WHAT A SHOW
littlesimz we have to link up someday
blonded Girls will go to Italy once and come back alt
ynusername go record some music christopher
judebellingham very european
user21293 WHY IS Y/N FRIENDS WITH SO MANY FOOTBALLERS?
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ynusername sorry for the spam but EUROPE!?!?!?!
kevinabstract ur so cool i wish i was u
sabrinacarpenter AAAAAAAAHHHH
judebellingham Sparkly
ynusername still need tix ?
user02931 I CANT I CANT I CANT I CANT
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pedri 🌴🏆😝
ansufati ❤️
ynusername pepiiiii
user60219 HOW MANY FOOTBALLERS DOES Y/N KNOW???
ynusername too many 😒
user49320 y/n really catching all the footballers like their stones
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ynusername madrid may have the best fans shhhh
user98273 MADRID GIRLIES RISE!!!
judebellingham What a show ⭐
liked by ynusername
user44392 WHAT THE FUUUUUUCK
pedri Come to Barca and we'll show you the best fans
ynusername nah i'm good
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judebellingham Recent ☀️
vinijr 🔥🔥
user09273 that looks a whole lot like a y/n concert...
user63882 Tell me why I have the exact same photo but at a dif angle... jude we see u
jobebellingham Much better weather than birmingham tbf
ynusername what a pretty concert!
judebellingham What a pretty girl!
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ynusername spain + digi camera = heaven
user25309 GAGGED
user78201 this is literally the hottest couple of all time
sabrinacarpenter digi never disappoints
user90123 I NEED the timeline of their relationship omfg
judebellingham this is cute
user05316 Bro is down so bad that he turned off caps-lock
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judebellingham When your girl is so pretty, all you can do is stare. Happy one year anniversary baby, I love you too much to keep it a secret.
ynusername aww thank you judey 💘
judebellingham Hi baby
user89302 how the actual fuck did no one know about this???
user92634 'i love you too much to keep it a secret' OKAYYY
leahwilliamson thank god, I don't have to keep this a secret anymore
user66539 CONFIRMED! hottest couple of all time
hehe let me know if you guys liked this! SAY SOMETHING IS COMING SOON I PROMISE!!
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Kylian Mbappé imagine where Kylian suspects you are pregnant and you deny it but somehow he’s right fluff
Suspicions
Masterlist
A/N: Wrote this on the bus so it's probably shit but I hope you like it.
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Kylian knows you better than anyone.
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Kylian Mbappé x you
𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 1.4k
Warnings! Fluff, slight angst, unexpected pregnancy,
Kylian knows you.
Perhaps even better than you know yourself, he would say.
From how you prefer hot chocolate over coffee to how you always choose the window seat on airplanes, even though you're terrified of heights.
He knows you.
Lately, though, something's changed.
It all started with a hunch, a whispered in his mind, and he's been racking his brain trying to figure out what's wrong. Even going so far as to call his mom and ask her for advice. And he thinks he's got it.
Call it intuition or whatever, but Kylian knows you, and he thinks, No, he knows you're pregnant.
You're not as energetic as you usually are, seeming more fatigued than usual, with dark circles under your eyes, often taking naps during the day and struggling to stay awake in the evenings. You've been eating a lot more than usual, often craving weird food combinations, something you usually hate when he does. You've also been having trouble concentrating and remembering things, which is unusual for you.
Not to mention that your mood seems to be fluctuating, going from being extremely happy to feeling down and irritable within a short span of time. Like your emotions were on a rollercoaster ride.
All your symptoms point to pregnancy, and the likelihood catches him off guard. After all, you both have been careful, using protection. Still, he can feel it.
You're in the kitchen when he decides to approach you.
Preparing a simple dinner. Spagetti Carbonara, his favorite. You look beautiful—the way the apron cinches around your waist, accentuating your curves—curves he's sure weren't there a few weeks ago. And you have a certain glow about you.
As you glide across the kitchen to grab ingredients, Kylian watches you closely, noticing the slight scrunch of your nose as you stir the sauce. As if the smell is suddenly overwhelming. You move more slowly than usual, and every now and then, you take a break to give your lower back a little rub.
Yeah, he's sure now.
He takes a deep breath and approaches you.
His steps are slow and calculated as he tries to find the right words to say, heart pounding in his chest as he tries to predict your reaction.
"Mon amour," he whispers softly in your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.
"Hey. Did you get bored with your game?" You ask, temporarily pausing your chopping as you lean back against him, his warm skin sending shivers down your spine.
"Yes…So I have something to ask you."He asks softly, nuzzling your neck and breathing in your scent. Curiosity piqued, you turn around to face him, looking into his eyes expectantly. His gaze is soft, intense. It makes your heart race.
"What is it?"
He takes a deep breath. "I've been thinking…" He pauses, swallows and releases a shaky breath. You frown slightly, sensing that this conversation is about to take a serious turn.
"Go on, you can tell me anything," you encourage him gently, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. He hesitates for a moment before finally speaking, his voice barely above a whisper. "Are you pregnant?" he asks, his eyes searching yours for any hint of confirmation.
The question catches you off guard, and you stiffen for a moment, trying to process his words. "Um, no, I'm not pregnant," you respond, letting out a confused laugh. "Where did that come from?"
Kylian pauses, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I...I don't know," he stammers, shoulders slumping slightly as he mutters. "It's just that...I noticed you've been acting different lately. You're more tired than usual, and your appetite has changed. Not to mention..." He trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished as he searches for the right words. The last thing he wanted was to make you feel bad about your slight weight gain, knowing how much you've struggled with it in the past.
You roll your eyes, snorting at the simple notion he's hinting at. There's no way. "Kylian, I'm on the pill. There's no way."
He nods, still convinced he's not wrong. "Yeah, I know, but...remember that time you forgot? I just want to make sure."
You shake your head, dismissing him. "That was weeks ago, Kylian. I've had my period since then. I'm sure it's just stress or something." You reassure, turning back to resume stirring the sauce, hand gripping tight on the wooden spoon.
Usually, Kylian would drop the subject at this point, but he's sure about this. Deep in his gut, he knows. And he's never wrong about his instincts.
He takes a step closer, placing a hand on your shoulder, hating the way you tense up under his touch. "Baby, I love you. And I know you, and I know when somethings wrong, trust me." He can tell you're getting irritated by the way your eyebrows furrow and your jaw clenches. But he can't let it go. "Let's just take the test, yeah. Just to be sure."
You pause for a moment, feeling torn. But you trust him. Plus, his intuition has proven right in the past. Reluctantly, you nod, realizing that it wouldn't hurt to get checked out.
"Alright," you concede, giving him a small smile. "If it'll make you feel better."
Your hands shake as you sit on the toilet, nerves fluttering in your stomach. Kylian is standing next to you, gently rubbing your back for support, as you wait for the results.
"Hey, it's going to be okay," he murmurs, squeezing you gently. You steal a glance up at him, chocolate-brown eyes soft as he gazes down at you with concern.
"I'm scared," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. Kylian's grip tightens. "Hey, I got you. I'm not going anywhere." He reassures you, leaning down to press the gentlest kiss on your lips.
The minutes feel like hours as you wait for the result. And your hands are shaking as your knee bounces in nervousness. The timer beeps, and your world stops.
You hold your breath as you pick up the test and hand it to Kylian, the small lump in your throat now feeling like a boulder. Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch him flip it over with trembling hands.
He stares at the test, jaw dropping at whatever he's reading, before a wide smile spreads across his face. Then he's running toward you.
He scoops you up in his arms, spinning you around as he exclaims, "Je le savais!" before gently setting you down and dropping the test into your hands. You stare at it in disbelief, jaw dropping as your eyes well up. (I knew it!")
Two pink lines—two lines that changes everything.
You sob when it finally hits and it catches Kylian off guard. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly as tears stream down your face. He doesn't say anything. Just holds you. Knowing that you don't need words right now. Just him.
He strokes your hair soothingly, whispering soothingly into your ear, his warm breath against your skin. And you cling to him. Cling to him like he's your lifeline- because right now he is.
The only thing grounding you to earth as you process this newfound information. You stand there for what feels like hours, just holding each other before you finally manage to whisper, "We're going to be parents."
Kylian gently wipes away a stray tear, voice filled with awe as he murmurs, "Yeah, you happy." not knowing how you felt based off of your reaction. His heart did backflips as he awaited your response. There's nothing he wanted more than a family with you. You're it for him. But he knows he'll stand beside you no matter what you decide.
So he schools his features, in case you choose a different path, and waits for you to speak, ready to support you in whatever decision you make.
"Yes!" You blumber, barely getting your words out as you choke on your own tears. "Y-Yes." Hiccups and sobs escape from your trembling lips.
His body sags with relief at your words before he's pulling you close once again and laying a hundred kisses all over your face."Thank you, thank you!" Tears fall from his eyes now. And he's bending down to get on his knees to lay kisses on your belly. "I love you so much. Thank you."
He stays like that for a long time, his tears soaking your shirt as he showers your belly with love.
And you know everything will be alright.
-Bianca🌻
#kylian mbappe x reader#kylian x reader#kylian x you#kylian imagines#kylian fanfic#kylianmbappé#kylian mbappe#footballer x reader#football#premier league
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Mummy was mine first - Mason Mount
Request: I have a request of a drunk Mason with his newly pregnant girlfriend - him getting all emotional thinking the new baby will take his girl away from him. Stuff like lifting her shirt and talking to his baby saying things like “remember your mummy was mine first 🥺”
Warning: Mason may sound like a prick in this but it was just for the sake of the story 💔
Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @masterclassbaby
The moment you told Mason you were pregnant with your first child, he swore he couldn’t have been happier. He was literally on cloud nine, eager to live that unique and special experience with you, the love of his life.
As most of the things we have to deal with throughout our lifetime, it wasn’t all fun and games as expected. Actually you had to deal with a lot of changes that would come as the result of your newly found condition: the mood swings, the cravings, all the shopping for the baby, all the readings on how to teach things to your baby, how to grow him up perfectly and, at last but not least, all the potential dangers you had to be careful of.
It was a hell of a ride but it was worth it in the end, or that’s what you hoped at least.
He was absolutely crazy for you and he wanted to remember that image of you forever. Mason grabbed his Polaroid and took the most beautiful pictures of you naked, with your hair dishevelled on the pillow, the white bed sheets covering your lower body as you let your hands caress your baby bump.
In that moment the English footballer swore he never saw a woman as gorgeous as you, he really meant it when he said that the pregnancy made you even more beautiful than you already were. He thought it turned you into a goddess, as he couldn’t care less about the commonly called flaws you always complained about such as your stretch marks, your swollen feet, the extra weight you gained. He took every chance he got to make you feel loved, to give love to every inch of your body.
You sighed and shook your head as you got seated on the bed, looking for your t-shirt.
“Mason, stop it”
“You’re stunning, come on!” He giggled, holding the camera with one hand and lifting your chin up with the other, holding then your face in place to kiss you on the lips.
Mason shot a couple more pictures of you before putting the camera to the side and starting to kiss you passionately.
He was standing before you, balancing himself with his right leg bent over the mattress, at the side of your thigh.
The ardour that inflamed your kiss was so strong he straddled you, hovering over you, always being careful of your bump.
He gently led you towards the soft surface beneath, so you could be in a more comfortable position while he made you feel his love.
You didn’t have the slightest intention to move, you just wanted to stay there basking in the relaxing yet exciting feelings only he could give you. Your legs were loosely wrapped around his middle as his right hand was delicately keeping your thigh up while the left one was holding your arms back on the blanket, above your head.
A moan escaped your lips as you felt his fingers fiddling with your knickers.
During the pregnancy, even if it was something common for most women, you started developing a sense of discomfort towards your body: it was inevitably changing but, since you've never been that self confident, those major changes were only increasing the doubts about the beauty or the attractiveness of your curves.
Mason was willing to do everything that was in his power to make you enjoy sex without making you feel guilty, embarrassed or in pain. That's why you spent a whole afternoon on a website the ob gyn suggested you to have pregnant sex safely, to learn all the pros and cons of such a pleasurable activity during a time where things might have gotten a little more difficult.
Whenever your mind took you back to that afternoon you couldn't help but smile, both because it was a funny memory and because seeing Mason so careful and attentive towards you to make you feel better, filled your heart with more love. But reading advice and theories was a thing, putting them into practice was another, even more so since your belly was getting bigger, leading you through the third trimester.
“Mase, the -”
“Yep, the belly is in the way, I know” You both giggled, Mason was really caught up in the moment he didn’t think about the six (nearly seven) months belly you had to deal with.
He sighed, sitting on the bed again.
"It's not just that, my back hurts a little more today"
Mason helped you up, careful not to hurt you, massaging your aching muscles.
"I just ruined your sex drive" You let out in a low voice, feeling kind of bad.
"Hey hey, you didn't ruin anything, that's okay" He kissed your temple in the sweetest way. "Here, let's see if this one is more comfortable" Mason gestured for you to lay back on the pillows he put there to ease your back pain so your body was resting on the edge of the bed while his body was standing before yours, a little bent over.
You smiled at each other until your boyfriend's lips moved upwards to kiss your forehead, tracing your jaw next and ending on your neck.
In order not to weigh on your stomach, Mason kneeled down on your bedroom floor as his hands were on your hips and his mouth was leaving little hot kisses and bites against the soft skin of your thighs.
You would have liked to have sex with your boyfriend so bad but apparently your body didn't have the same intention: apart from the back pain, there were also those hateful little voices in your head the kept on saying you were embarrassing, that you didn't deserve the hot man which was your boyfriend to to make love to you because you were obscene, which wasn't the truth of course.
"I - I can't do it" You placed your hands on Mason's shoulders to make him stop.
He raised his head, frowning at your sudden halt.
"Sorry babe, I can't do this" You sniffled in the attempt not to burst out crying.
"That's okay" Mason said in a low voice, getting back on his feet and helping you up.
Various thoughts were beginning to crowd Mason's head too: he started asking himself what could have possibly gone wrong, weren't you really okay or was he just underestimating some signals he should have been careful of? You weren't attracted to him anymore??
He tried to fight all that brainwork while helping you get your clothes back on, doing the same with himself some minutes later.
"I'm sorry Mase, I really wanted to do that but -"
"I know, I know. Don't worry, it's fine" He faked a smile and left a gentle peck over your lips before leaving your bedroom and going to his game room. He needed to distract his mind a bit and maybe you needed some time alone too.
You huffed and went to the bathroom to fill the bath tub with some hot water and a rose scented water bomb to relax your sore body and your tired mind all the same. Warm water would also reduce some of the weight your spine had to sustain whic was a huge relief, making bath time something you had been really looking forward to at least once a day.
The last thing on your mind was upsetting Mason but you were sure he would have understood how you were feeling during that delicate moment.
In the other room, Mason’s attempt not to dwell on what happened an hour ago didn’t work as he was there, with his headphones on, his fingers shifting over the controller, his stare fixed on the screen before him but his mind was still on you. He knew a thing as big as the arrival of a baby would have changed your priorities but it didn’t want you to change the way you looked at him: he still wanted to be your hero, your everything, he was afraid he wasn’t ready to leave hthe place in your heart for the baby girl who would have been there in a couple of months.
Maybe he was just a bit moody, maybe he was being childish but that concern was something that had been keeping him awake for a whole week now.
Mason turned off the console, putting away all the other devices he used during game time and started wandering around the house looking for you as he came to the conclusion that the best and wisest thing he could do was sharing what his real thoughts were with you, the love of his life and the mum of his daughter.
“Y/N?”
The first room he checked in was the right one as he pushed the bathroom’s door ajar open and the image of you, standing applying some moisturising over your legs, welcomed him.
A small smile appeared on his lips as he entered the room wrapped in a cloud of heat reminding him you liked to take your shower and bath in hot, very hot water.
“Why didn’t you call me to help you get out of the tub?”
“Didn’t want to disturb you plus I’ve managed to do it myself” You say, a small note of pride in your voice.
Mason’s eyes roamed over your body, taking in your every movement and passing you the clean underwear and pajamas (that is to say a pair of joggers and one of his t-shirts) for the night.
"This may sound weird but... I don't like thieves"
"What?" You stopped massaging your face with the night lotion in order to understand what Mason was meaning with that apparent nonsense sentence he just spoke.
"Yeah I don't like people that steal things from me"
"Mason, are you okay? Who stole you what?"
He scoffed, somehow annoyed. He blankly stared down at his feet, as a child would do once getting scolded over something.
"The baby"
"Mase baby, sorry but I'm afraid I don't follow you"
You really were clueless about what he was complaining about, feeling a bit powerless too as you wanted to help him but it seemed kind of hard doing so with him not being clear about what his problem was. You noticed there was something weird in him that day but didn't understand what.
He huffed, getting closer to your body leaning against the basin, looking in the mirror in front of you reflecting both his pout and your frown.
Mason looked down at your exposed collarbone before moving a strand of hair behind your ear. He then laid his head where his glance was, uttering against your skin. "I don't want her to take you away from me"
"Oh Mase" You cooed. He was the cutest human being ever in that moment. He didn't seem like a man who was about to become a dad at all, he felt like a kid who's about to become the older brother and doesn’t want the newcomer to steal his parents' affection.
You started scratching the back of his neck affectionately, placing lingering kisses on the top of his head.
"I can assure you nothing bad will happen. She won't take me away from you, no one will ever. You two will be the most precious humans in my life, I'll love you more than words can express and I'll cherish every moment with the both of you"
Your lips took the place of your fingers, leaving kiss after kiss on his nape, where his hair was the shortest.
Mason sighed, a sad but relieved sigh, as if your remarks comforted him but he wasn't sure enough, as if he needed some more encouraging and endearing words from you.
"You know I love you, right?"
"I don't know"
"What does it mean you don't know??" Your tone feigning shock and disbelief.
"I don't know if you'll love her more than me"
"Oh…you're more of a child than the one I'm carrying in my belly, I swear"
He rolled his eyes at the sarcasm you were using to answer his apparently silly worry. Your reaction made him feel unappreciated, as you didn’t care enough about what caused him that sense of uneasiness.
Mason left you there standing in the bathroom as he let his stressed limbs lay on the soft bed in your bedroom.
“Mase? Are you serious?” You followed him in your room.
“Nevermind, don’t fell like talking now” He uttered, his words muffled as he was keeping his face flat against his pillow.
“Oh my goodness” You closed your eyes, stroking the bridge of your nose back and forth with your finger. The way he was acting was becoming rather annoying, to be honest, and you were too tired to fight for a useless cause with a grown man that was just, in your opinion, throwing a tantrum. “Okay. I’ll be on the sofa eating ice-cream and watching Netflix, if you wanna talk you know where to find me”
You left him there and went to take your spot on the grey sofa downstairs, ready to binge watch the latest season of Derry Girls while scoffing down what was left of your beloved brownie and cookie ice-cream that became a must of your pregnancy by now.
If there was something you hated dealing with was discussing with Mason especially now, where the smallest of inconvenience would bring tears to your eyes.
The moment your view was interrupted by the sound of his footsteps approaching, you sighed under your breath, determined to act as if you hadn't heard him. Until when he took a seat beside you and you felt his eyes burning through you.
“Do you want a spoonful?” You asked him to break the ice.
“Nope, I’d never steal my baby mama’s favourite ice-cream”
That line was supposed to bring a smile to your face and it succeeded in doing so.
“Stop talking about stealing”
You averted your sight from the screen only when Mason placed his head on your thighs, making the butterflies in your stomach come alive.
With your one free hand, you started stroking his cheeks, moving them to massage his scalp.
“What’s troubling you, Mase?”
After you heard him emitting a loud sigh you knew the thing was getting serious so you just paused the tv to have your full attention set on him.
“It’s just - I’m afraid the miss here will steal you from me, that you’ll give her all your love and attention and when it comes to me you’ll be too tired to even look at me”
“Mase -”
“I’m so worried about this, Y/N. I know, this may sound as something childish or immature but I don’t want anything to change between us, apart from changing nappies and things like that”
You let out a soft chuckle and shifted in your seat to face him, as he had gotten up from your lap to seat properly.
“Look, I didn't mean to be harsh earlier, I’m sorry, but you hurt me when you said you weren’t sure whether I loved her more than you. I meant it when I said I’ll love you more than words can ever say. The baby will need all our attention and love and maybe yes, it’ll arrive a moment when we’ll be too tired to even kiss each other goodnight but it’s part of the process”
“I know but…I’m sorry, I wasn’t the one talking, it felt as if someone just took over me and spoke words I didn’t mean to say. I know it’s not easy having to deal with that ever growing belly but sometimes I just feel like I’m not doing enough to make you feel good and I hate that. I know she’ll need all our love, I’ve started loving her the moment you told me we would’ve become parents but sorry...I’ve been feeling weird lately” ”
The promise you made yourself not to cry, failed miserably and your orbs started getting watery with tears.
“You have nothing to reproach yourself for, Mason, really. It’s just - oh great, I’m a mess and she started kicking like a fucking footballer”
Mason chuckled and he promptly put his hand over the hump she formed pressing her feet against your belly.
“She learnt from the best” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“The fact is that…I appreciate every little thing you do to make my pregnancy a little more bearable and I’m so grateful for you, every single moment of my life but the truth is I don’t appreciate my changing body as much as you do and I always feel hideous, I’m really embarrassed of myself... the thought you want to make love to me feels absurd to me” You burst out crying and Mason had to hug you tightly to calm you down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make all of this about me”
“That’s okay and stop feeling sorry for everything. I love you so fucking much. I’m the one who has to be sorry” He let his lips linger against your forehead, detaching from your body when he felt your baby’s kick against his ribcage which was where your belly was leaning against.
He lowered himself further so his face was now at the same height as your stomach, lifting your t-shirt up so your bump was on full display. The moment Mason’s strokes met your swollen skin, your daughter calmed down a bit, giving you a rest.
“I think she’s a bit angry” You said, adjusting yourself against the armrest of the sofa so you could spread your bent legs more to let Mason make himself comfortable against your own body.
“Oh, daddy made you angry? I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Daddy didn’t mean to make his little princess angry, nor your mummy... it’s just that he loves your mummy so much…remember she was mine first, okay?”
“If I didn’t know you, I’d think you are drunk”
“I’m drunk in love”
“Oh Mase…”
“And now please baby, behave and don’t hurt mama cause she and dada have things to do”
“What kind of things do we have to do?”
“The ones where dada helps mama to love herself more…”
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TAA x Reader where they have a full blown argument whilst hes training with the liverpool lads. And trents anger gets the best of him. And the boys have to witness it. You can decided the ending
Trouble
At the moment everyday was becoming worst and worst. You and trent where constantly at each others throats wanting to pick out every bad thing the other does. It was driving you crazy just how difficult things where getting. It was bound to happen, every August when those boots are pulled back on and the seasons new shirt is pulled over his head you become second best, and the dance starts. You called this time of the year the dance as just when things where perfect trent had to take his feet and dance into a completely different piece and you where left to move on your own. You where completely selfish, you forever knew football was his number one but sometimes you wanted to be first, and not the one to fall into the role of his mother or friend. Alot of your arguments had become mainly house related - trent leaving his clothes across the bedroom floor, never cleaning up after making his ridiculous protein shakes and never bothering to put the toilet seat down.
It was bound to explode - and it did. The minute you walked through the door he had more than enough words written on his face meaning there was no need to listen.
"You going to ignore me all night then?" Trent quickly asked as you walked past his tall frame in the hall. You where fuming, you had anger taking over every part of your body and there was no way of you keeping a cool all night.
"Piss off trent" you mumbled as you pushed open the kitchen door. Your hands grasped the cold kitchen island feeling every piece of marble on your finger tips. You could hear his footsteps get louder as he rushed through the kitchen to fuel the fire. The cold hard marble cooled the burning feeling inside your body, the burning feeling that was going to burn you both alive.
"What's your issue with me?" Trent screeched as he stood infront of you with his arms up in defense.
"My issue with you? What about your issue with me?" You asked surprisingly at his obscene question. Trent was more than aware that he was in the wrong - it was his poor behaviour, his lack of effort and his demenia that showed you everything you needed to know.
"I have no issue!" He quickly shot back as he looked up from under his lashes. He watched you - the way you held your body, the way you spoke at if you didn't care anymore and the way you looked at him so desperately for him to be the same man he was. It was his own wrong doings.
"Then why are you being such a dickhead! Why do I keep coming home to half off your fucking wardrobe piled across the bedroom floor? Why do I keep having to clean up after your mess in the kitchen? Why do you never seem interested in a word I say? Trent your not the same, you have put me last again! And I'm done with playing the role of your fucking mother" you shouted back to him as you threw down the kitchen cloth onto the counter in anger. You could of punched the washing up liquid but you knew the mess that would of caused and it wouldn't be trent needing to clean it up.
"Where done then?! Ok" Trent replied only picking up on one of the many things you said. You shook your head in annoyance and watched his hunched body make a beeline for the door. You didn't bother chasing him, why should you? He did this to himself. His body was carrying nothing but regret - the memories of his ignorance came flooding back like a rain day in May. It was him. He knew he was the reason for this mess, yet he was to suffocated in his own ego to realise the mess he had made. It was to late.
As the night went on your mind wrapped around every possibility of what could happen. Where was he? Would he come back? Is it over? You couldn't understand but how where you expected to - you never thought this would happen, maybe it was just a bump in yours and Trent's road, a bump in which you could get over, hopefully. You tossed and turned in bed, you laid gently on his side of the bed inhaling every part of what was his scent. Your hand ran up and down the bed, your finger tips feeling every part of the soft cotton you slept upon under his protective touch. Your heart ached, you wanted him back, you wanted him safe. You let out an un ruling breath as your hand reached out for your phone, you felt a text was the right thing to do.
Stay safe x you typed with a nervous smile and shaky hands. you didn't know why this was such an anxious act but it felt unnatural. These circumstances where unnatural you weren't ever supposed to be sleeping alone without your Trent. Your eyes fell wide at the sight of the word seen sitting underneath your message, you had hopeful eyes and a small smile creeping on your face at the hope of his reply. minutes went on and it was still the same, you weren't getting your reply, you where getting nothing in return.
-
As the sun rose again and Trent's morning started at training everything seemed to be going wrong. The rain was falling down as if it was the last time the world could ever let water out. Trent's shirt was stuck to him and every piece of grass was making home on his skin. The rain was falling from every direction, running down his back and rolling along his face - he hated it.
"Trent what is with your face?" Curtis asked with a laughed as he noticed the sour expression and the darted eyes. Trent chose to ignore the young Scouser, he didn't want to speak, or train, or simply be without you. there was only one way Trent could let out his anger and that was by smashing any ball into the closest net. His foot came flying into the familiar bag of air, sending it flying over the cross bar with no sense of direction or aim. His eyes followed the landing off the ball, his mind was sent over the edge, his hands gripped his bip and sent it souring off his body with a loud groan. Curtis noticed the tense and angered man and knew something was wrong, the innocent midfielder clocked eyes with Klopp as he watched the manager usher them both back inside. Curtis knew he had to help, it was something serious - much more serious then he ever presumed.
"Trent lad what's wrong?" Curtis asked as they made a beeline into the changing rooms of the training centre. He watched as the door slammed open making a bang onto the white wall beside it. Trent threw his body onto his designated seat and stared at the floor beneath him.
"I have been a complete idiot" Trent announced not taking a second to look at the man he was speaking to.
"what do you mean?" Curtis curiously asked as he scratched his head and sat next to the right back. It was very rare anyone ever saw Trent in this state - the weary eyes, troublesome expressions and constant attitude he gave to everyone. He slept at his mums last night, he told her everything - his mistakes, his ignorance and his wrong doings. He slept without you, all alone, no one to protect - he felt empty. His mum knew he was sorry but she couldn't understand why he would hurt you, she loved you as if you where her very own.
"I was awful to y/n" Trent admitted as he looked at the man next to him. "I hurt her feelings, I was ignorant and didn't think about her or us and it was wrong of me mate" he added as his hands found there way to his hair and his eyes fell shut at the sound of his very own words.
"You need to talk to her" Curtis said as if it was the most obvious option. Trent's eyes opened at his suggestion, he had to, whether he liked it or not. His feet left the floor as he grabbed his bag and ran out the room, he offered his thanks to Curtis before running out of the building. This was now. his body fell into his car in a matter of seconds quickly slamming the door shut. Trent let out a huge breathe as his hands gripped the steering wheel with his knuckles turning white and his eyes turning dark. He didn't want to admit it - admit he was wrong, admit he was the reason for this all but it was the right thing to do and he knew it.
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The drive home was so familiar, the drive he knew he would take whether he was angry, happy, sad or joyful, it was his natural journey. This was his route home to where he belonged most, his protected place, his home full of love and the girl he cared about most.
"Mum is y/n at home?" Trent quickly asked knowing his mum would be at your house today.
"yeah i am with her right now" she replied back softly aware of her surroundings. the moment she said that you knew he was on his way. All you wanted was him. The moments apart from him where hurting you the most, what was so hard with a sorry. Your heart started rasing and your mind felt the furthest away from ease.
"Right ok see you soon" trent quickly replied back with a smile as he drove down the streets of Liverpool.
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The door opened. The sound of the metal keys smashing together and the footsteps of a heavy man filled the house. Your lungs filled with air as your mind filled with worries. Was this right? You sat up in your seat as his presence became known, a small smile was exchanged between himself and his mum as she politely got up from next to you.
"Don't worry love" dianne (Trents mum) said softly as she offered a gentle smile and a comforting touch to your shoulder. You watched as she left the room and Trents stance became tense.
"Erm" trent said to himself as he rested his bag on the kitchen island and looked around as if his home was an abandoned memory. He wasn't lost, how could he be? Every memory he had ever loved and cherished was held in this house, he wasn't lost he was confused.
"You can sit down you know" you announced with a smile as your head looked back over the couch in the joining room. Your smile might have been fake but it was what he needed.
"Right" trent replied with a smile as he nodded towards you and walked over to the ever so familiar plush couch. You lowered the tv as your head followed the movement of your boyfriend.
"How are you?" You asked with concern as he chucked himself on the couch with a loud exhale.
"Tired. Didn't get much sleep last night" he confessed with a roll of his eyes and a light laugh. You didn't seem to care, all you wanted was the truth and an apology, the idea of him telling you about his sleeping pattern and the many things he thought of whilst awake was not appealing to you in the slightest.
"What are we doing Trent?" You asked with no patience and little time to waste.
"Erm talking?" He questioned with a smile as he tried to work out the point of your question.
"No I mean this! Us. What are we doing just ignoring the whole situation" you blurted out as your hand found the locks of your hair and pulled through the stress of every strand. Trents eyes softened at your words, now was his time.
"I'm sorry" he mumbled as he leaned forward and retesed his elbows onto his knees, his large hands gripped his chin as his eyes stared up at yours. The ocean blue he saw in your eyes was what captivated the most, no words fell from his mouth but slight breathes fell from his lips. He was locked in.
"Trent you upset me! Why?" You asked with an ache in every word. You sat closer to him on the L shaped couch as his hands started to play with themselves. "This isn't supposed to happen" you added as you pointed to the pair of you.
"I wasn't thinking clearly! I was stupid and naive and thought that I was doing everything right but I wasn't instead I was hurting the person closest to me and I cant ever forgive myself for that! If I could I would take it back and promise you I would never hurt you but I cant so please y/n forgive me" Trent said with withdrawn eyes and shakey hands. "I love you. I love us. Please baby" he added with even more emotion then the last, his eyes started to fill with water and the words he spoke added every detail to his sculpted eyes. You weren't sure what to say, his words where full of emotion and power in which you had never seen from him before. Your hand carefully moved towards his and you felt your fingers run towards his own. Your eyes looked up at his as he carefully let his orbs lock into yours.
"You can't do it again" you announced with urge as you couldn't handle anymore words to be said. Your hands fell closer into his as your eyes didn't take a second away from one another's.
"Y/n I promise" he said in his ever so famous accent. You didn't reply, your words ment to little in this moment. Your hand rested on his neck as your lips fell onto his, your mind may not have been completely at ease but it was what felt right. His lips locked onto yours and you where back to the same old dance you where so familiar with. This wasn't the end yet it wasn't the start it was the middle and you where prepared to do it all over again. This was love. You where in love with trouble.
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MY WHOLE LIFE pt. 2 ✫ mason mount
part 1, part 2, final part.
in which life does not go on after Mason breaks your heart over and over again. (brother’s best friends troop).
CONTAINS: brother’s best friend troop, angst, some smut (not really explicit) & fluff ! age gap, arguments...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: here's part 2 ! Mason made his first goal for United and I'm emotional 💞 I'll do part 3 later
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Chelsea added to their story.
Your phone notified you, immediately dampening your mood. Everything was related to him.
It’s been two months since Mason shattered your heart after that nightmare of a night. The funny thing is that a part of you didn’t hate him, a part of you that still loved him existed.
You had waited for him to text you to ask how you were and if you were free to hang out. And by the time you realized that he wasn’t going to, it was too late… too awkward for you to ask as well. So, both of you had resorted to ignorance and hostility.
Life eventually went on, even though you had cut one of the most important people out of your life. And you’d see yourself by night, in your dreams. All these faces in the crowded city of London, and for some reason, you’d still try to find his. Mason was no longer yours.
Although he never was.
The first time Mason saw you after that night was a couple of months later, at a family lunch. The two families —Mounts and yours—had united in your family's garden for a little lunch to catch up on life. You had turned twenty and Lyon was old news.
But Mason’s eyes were stuck on your body as he watched you sit between his sister and your brother just before him. Sipping from a glass of wine that you most likely didn’t like, he glanced at you.
Your brother had brought his new girlfriend with him and even though you were still as close as ever, his attention was on the pretty blonde talking to your nanny.
Mason had spent so much of his life avoiding you, but after the night of the party, he just wanted to make sure you were okay. Although he just couldn’t.
—Dear, will you serve me a little piece of that cake? —Your mother had her plate in her hand, waiting for Mason to react. It took him about five seconds to come out of his trance and then he served her what she had ordered.
He was too busy thinking about you.
—So, Mason… when is your next match? Your dad told me you were playing for England. —Your mom tried to lighten up the mood since you were not bickering with Mason as you were on other occasions.
Mason smiled up while you looked at him and caught a glimpse of his beautiful Cheshire cat smile.
—I’m playing next week, on Sunday… —He looked around at everyone and proceeded. —You are all invited, of course.
After an hour or two, everyone stood up, scattering around the decorated garden. Mason grabbed his phone from the table and headed to the kitchen in search of a beer.
In the background, the voices of the two families blurred together as you finished washing your plate. Both Mount sisters were busy playing card games with their mother and your brother was having a talk about politics, which you were not at all interested in. You had no one to talk to.
Suddenly, you feel someone behind you trying to open the refrigerator. That bloody refrigerator, which, being so old, could not be opened correctly. You turned around, not expecting to see Mason looking at you.
You headed to the refrigerator to open it, so Mason moved from where he was previously standing, leaning on the kitchen counter. You gave the refrigerator a little kick and it opened.
—Thanks… —He said grabbing the beer, the tension being palpable in the air. After a long pause, you continued:
—How are you? —you asked, he could feel your eyes staring into his side profile, but he stared at the sun setting over the British landscape.
—I’m alright.
Scoring some scarce points with Chelsea has become almost impossible under a year ago now, and you really felt sorry for him, knowing everything he and his team put in.
—How are you holding up? —you stood next to him, nudging his shoulder with yours, before looking down at the floor. You felt the look of pity that Mason was giving you, but you tried to ignore it.
—Thank you, really.
—Mase...
He looked in your eyes this time, he looked so sad, so broken. So desperate for a hug. You didn’t pressure him to answer your question, instead, you gently placed your head on his shoulder looking along the garden in silence.
—It will be alright, you know. —He hummed, knowing you were still hurt because of what he had said.
—I know. —You whispered back. —And don't worry much about scoring, in the least expected moments your shot is the one that serves the most.
He hated how much you believed him because at that moment he felt like the six-year-old boy with dreams bigger than the world itself, who thought everything was possible.
Mason looked down at you, the smile on his lips was enough to melt your heart, and threw his head back in a laugh.
—I don't think I’m ever getting rid of you.
Now it was your turn to laugh. After all the laughing he noticed how your eyes shifted from his own to his lips, and then he remembered why he was avoiding you in the first place. He did a face.
—I know, I know. —You said with a sad look on your face.
—You know I’m too old for you, right? —Mason whispered as he leaned his forehead on yours.
—I’m in it for the long game, Mount.
It felt like your heart was twisting and stuttering, sometimes beating too quickly that you were afraid it was going to push you over the edge. You wanted him to notice, to do something to fix it.
Time went on flying, the last few days being hectic. It was already Sunday and today Mason was playing with England and obviously, you were more than proud. He had invited your brother —his best friend—, you and your family to watch him from the special box for family and friends.
The cold air hits your face as soon as you enter the box with your family. Excited, you see Debbie and Tony, and their children already seated. You were so nervous that your hands were even sweating.
You sit next to Stacey, Mason's older sister. She gives you a smile.
—Nervous about the game? —she asks.
—A bit, yes... —you say as you settle down, your eyes scanning the pitch, looking for him. For Mason.
—This should be an easy game, England has a better team.
—You never know. —you reply. You were almost freezing, you only had the basic England t-shirt on.
Stacey noticed that you were shivering from the cold and decided to take off the sweatshirt she had tied around her shoulders. She put it on your lap and smiled.
—Put it on, otherwise, you'll freeze to death here. —she said, laughing.
—I'm... —You said about to deny it. For a second, you thought about the cold that you would catch without the sweatshirt, so you decided to take it. —Oh, never mind.
The sweatshirt was white and had his number and surname printed on the front, in a blue font. This made you remember the uncountable times when you stole Mason's sweatshirts just to have his number on you.
Stacey, without you seeing, grabbed her phone and texted his brother: "Just wanted to say that she's here and she's got your name on her sweatshirt. Good luck! We're all rooting for you. And don't worry, she'll wait for you."
All of a sudden, Summer, Mason's niece, came up to you asking if she could sit in your lap to have a better look at the pitch. It was no secret that Summer enjoyed seeing you, as she had grown up seeing your brother and you in the Mount household.
—Look over there, Summer! There is your uncle. —said Stacey, and both Summer and you looked over to where the players were entering the enormous pitch. There he was, beautiful as always.
The whistle was blown and the match started. Everyone was immersed in the excitement of the box, watching the match carefully. The atmosphere was electric, and each second increased the tension.
—Yes! —You screamed when Mason's friend, Declan, scored the opening goal, feeling your heart beat against your chest rapidly. Summer looked up at you with wide eyes, before she started giggling. You smiled and leaned down to where she was and kissed her on the forehead.
The second half started and your eyes only followed Mason running up and down the pitch. Only one goal was scored in the whole 45 minutes of the first half, that being Declan's goal.
Abruptly, Stones stole the ball from a player on the opposing team. He ran alone, jumped over some defenders and, feinting, the ball passed to Henderson on the right side. He analyzed the position of the players spread around the pitch before passing it to Foden, who was almost close to the goal.
He passed it to Mason and he, avoiding the players, aimed and kicked with all his strength.
The world went silent for a moment. He had scored.
After realizing that he had scored a goal, Mason ran to the end of the field, right where you were. The atmosphere was pure shouting, people jumping and celebrating but you only had eyes for Mason.
He looked towards the box looking for those who truly love him and just at that precise moment, you connected glances. With a shaky breath, you stood up from your seat and waved to him, also trying to hold Summer up with your other arm.
Mason's heart melted when he saw that scene and many things went through his head: he couldn't believe he had scored a goal after so long and he also couldn't believe how beautiful you looked with his niece in your arms.
In celebration, he pointed to both of you and you could only sigh in love. The game ended with a great performance from Mason and a win for England.
As soon as he stepped into the box, he scanned the room for you, but Summer caught him off guard.
—Uncle Mase! —she ran toward him and he picked her up, planting a kiss on her cheek while she wrapped her small arms around his neck.
—My favourite person! —His eyes fell on you and he didn't know if it was his imagination or the fact that he hadn't seen you in days, but you looked prettier than usual.
You were standing at the back, watching Mason greet his family. You felt shy and awkward, which made you hate the feeling even more. All you wanted was love from him and for that, you haven't slept well in the days after the family lunch with the Mount's.
—I played well, all thanks to you. —He kissed her head and his niece giggled. The little girl ran toward her mother and then closed the door, leaving you and Mason all alone. Your family had congratulated Mason before and told you they were waiting outside.
—How have you been? —His voice was gentle like he was afraid to say something.
—Mason! —you laughed. —You just scored a tremendous goal for England and you ask me how am I? Sometimes I don't understand you.
—Alright, alright. You have a point! —he laughed, definitely not missing those nervous butterflies in his stomach. He felt like a little boy.
His gaze searched yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. He scratched the back of his neck and then looked at your sweatshirt with his surname and number.
His number looked very good on you, he thought.
He gazed at your lips and he came dangerously close to you. You stepped back, hitting the table. Mason was looking straight into your eyes when he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and sat you on the table. You let out a little squeal. The air was thick with tension, and all you craved was to pull him close and kiss him passionately.
—We-we should go. —you said, clearing your throat. —Your family is waiting.
Quickly, Mason grabbed your wrist.
—Mase... You don’t have feelings. You don’t have a heart.
Now he’s frowning as he tries to unravel your words. His breath hitches.
—I feel things… —your heart twirls with the way his voice sounds. You had always loved his voice. How croaky it was. But you never imagined that it would turn your entire world upside down to hear him say that.
Pushing his hand down, you look back, weak and concerned. He worries you might have suddenly regretted all of this. That you would walk away and never want to talk to him ever again.
What he didn't know is that he's everything you were imagining those long nights… he had never kissed you, not even touched you.
—It’s okay if you want to stop- —he said, while you slid your hands under his t-shirt. Running up and down your hands through his lower torso, you felt his abs contract.
—Mount, I'm certain that I'm okay. —you said, giggling. He smirked. Your core grows tighter with his expressions, now holding onto his broad shoulders.
Unexpectedly, you both heard from behind the closed door someone shout: —Mate, are you there? The party starts at ten, hurry!
Fuck. That was your brother.
Mason had completely forgotten about the party in honour of their win. How the fuck was he getting out of that room with a hard-on? He had to calm himself.
You, on the other side, felt your heart falls into pieces. You thought about how long you had waited for this exact moment, every time you gave your endless hope all you ended up doing was bleeding. And this time, not only he was about to leave you alone but he was going to leave you turned on.
—I'm-I'm sorry... —he said, exiting quickly from the room.
After that match, you only heard from Mason through your brother. He had told you that after the match, at the party, Mason had rejected every girl who appeared to flirt with him.
Apparently, you've had an effect on him.
Mason hated how his heartbeat boomed in his ear when he saw you standing in his parents' house, with a blue shirt that had printed out the number 19 on the back, hugging your figure.
You had blossomed into a beautiful young woman, you had for sure gone through puberty. He didn’t like to stare but he found it hard not to sometimes. Especially on family boat trips when you would wear a bikini in front of him.
—So, we're leaving after lunch. Do you want to meet at the stadium or at home?
You took a minute to understand. —What?
—The game, remember? We're having lunch here and then driving up to watch the game. —Said your brother, while getting on the boat. About three weeks had passed since you almost kissed Mason and now you were about to hop on the Mount's boat in Portsmouth.
You had completely forgotten about the game. During your conversations with your brother, you could sense that Mason hadn't mentioned anything about that night which was, in a way, kind of relieving.
Just like you, Mason had also forgotten that your family was coming over. But when his sister sent him a text saying that your family would join him before his game, he was flabbergasted.
You both hadn't spoken since the night of the win, but you both were thinking about that interaction since then. To forget that incident, he had spoken to one of his best friends, Ben, in search of a solution.
—Mate, what you need is a good fling. Maybe you should invite someone next time you're going on a family boat day —said Ben, laughing because of what Mason was asking him.
You got on Mason's boat, feeling heavy-hearted once again. After an hour, you were seated on the floor, helping Stacey with a puzzle, after your mom expelled you from the kitchen when trying to help her. Meanwhile, Mason and his mother sat down on the couch.
—She has grown into a beautiful woman, don't you think? —His mom said teasingly, already knowing that you were not the only one fallen for someone.
—Yes, she has. —He looked at you, seeing you laugh at something his sister had said. —Mom... I think I fucked up.
—If you had fucked up, she wouldn't be here.
—No mom, I really- —Mason got interrupted by the entrance of a tall, dark-eye, skinny blond, almost gotten out from a runway. She turned toward Mason and presented herself as Daphne, a friend. Debbie now understood why her son said he had fucked up really bad.
Your brother, seeing Daphne —the supposed fling of Mason— talking with him, turned to you.
—Forget your stuff, let’s just get off this boat. Don’t turn around okay? —his hands gripping strongly your shoulders. He knew how much you liked his best friend.
You laughed and followed your brother down the steps of the boat before stopping in your tracks.
—Since when have I ever listened to you? Dear God, I- — Your mouth fell open as you turned around to be met with Mason and his mother, and the presence of a girl that looked like an actual model.
She was leaning on him and he was laughing at whatever she had to say, while Debbie looked at you with pity. You felt like he had personally ripped your heart out, for a hundred times.
—You knew?
Your brother sighed before running his hands through his hair: —She's only a side thing, a one-time fling. I mean she’s not you, but he decided to find someone before Christmas. —He shrugged his shoulders and you felt the rage creeping up your body.
—What about me? When will I be happy? —you said, crying.
That sentence broke your brother's heart.
19 years to be exact, that's the time you've been waiting for him.
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DOMESTIC DELIGHTS — r. dias
ೃ࿐ summary : The moments spent with your family, they are the most precious in your life, a pure delight that bring solace to your soul. And on this specific Sunday afternoon, this one, you are poised to savor every bit of it.
ೃ࿐ words : 0,7k.
ೃ࿐ genre : mature. fluff. suggestive.
ೃ࿐ warning : cute daughter-father moments, sexual tension.
ೃ࿐ author's note : Despite my deep disdain for Man City (while I do acknowledge Pep's genius football philosophy), I must confess—I find myself particularly attracted to some players... and a certain 6’2 Portuguese center-back has managed to steal my heart. Ugh, what can I sayyyyy, what can I sayyyyy.
You were drawn by the soft, deep chuckles emitted by your husband, guiding you towards the entrance of the living room, where you discreetly pushed the door ajar.
There he was.
Rúben.
Dressed in his black Puma sweatpants and a simple, white undershirt, he was doing push-ups with your little daughter perched on his broad, muscular back. Her cheerful, high-pitched voice counted his progress as he effortlessly raised and lowered his body multiple times. You observed them tenderly: the pure joy and trust of your child blending with Rúben's extraordinary strength and patience. Home.
If he noticed you leaning against the doorframe, he said nothing... and you couldn’t help but admire his new three-day stubble beard, a bit more developed than usual, complementing his charming face.
Suddenly, he twisted to one side, landing on the floor while effortlessly lifting your excited little girl with his sturdy arms before gently placing her on his firm stomach. A timid chuckle escaped your lips at this heartwarming sight. But this gesture didn't deter him from maintaining a somewhat intense gaze that met yours, igniting a fire within you.
"Go play in the garden, princesa. I'll do a few more and then join you," he murmured, planting a tender kiss on her forehead. As his words prompted her to dash out of the room, flashing you a mischievous smile in passing, the room fell into an almost oppressive silence. Only Rúben's erratic breathing and the sudden accelerated beats of your heart seemed to animate the space.
He eventually raised himself from the floor, taking his sweet time to stand, his brown eyes never leaving your burning gaze for a second.
Rúben's smile took on a different shade as he crossed the room to approach you, leaving only a few brief inches between you. His arms, marked by the effort, found support on the wooden doorframe, not far from your head, asserting his dominance in height.
In the depth of his gaze, you discerned the glint of a tantalizing promise.
"You didn't have to stop, you know?" you innocently scolded, letting your right hand wander from his neck, to his left flank and to his hip. You made sure your nails lightly grazed his skin through the thin white fabric, intending for him to feel your provocation. As you did, you sensed a trickle of sweat dampening his shirt, clinging to his still-toned abs, evidence of his numerous push-ups.
In just a few seconds, his body responded. Engulfed in goosebumps that hinted at desire, Rúben's eyelids trembled, and his Adam's apple bobbed. Though your line of sight didn't reveal it, you were certain that his fingers fervently clutched the doorframe, evidenced by the emerging veins on his glistening shoulders.
He was on the verge of losing control. The mere thought elevated the corner of your lips into a sly smile, concealing the pleasure you took in this little teasing game. You must admit, you were very in the mood to play today. After all, Rúben simply had no business being so sexy on this delightful spring afternoon.
Your right hand, still placed on his hip, dared to venture even further beneath the fabric of his black tracksuit to bring him even more closer to you and explore the skin of his lower back and his firm bottom, leading him to open his mouth slightly, letting out a timid gasp.
Unable to resist the excruciating slowness of your caresses, he leaned forward, daring “Why? Do you want to keep watching?” he managed to inquire with an innocent tone, though mischief lingered within.
His alluring, plump lips so close to yours beckoned, yet you resisted the temptation they promised... at least for the moment. You knew what he expected from you at this moment, but you just wouldn't comply. You were far too determined to win this battle.
Nevertheless, the warm breath escaping his mouth was enough to slightly distract you. In that moment, you even forgot your somewhat disheveled appearance—your hair was in a messy bun, and you still had your apron on, still warm from the breath of the oven you had opened to check the crumb-topped salmon you were preparing.
This seemed not to bother Rúben, whose gaze remained just as fiery and thirsty. His fingers sought revenge, gently sweeping aside a loose strand of hair that had fallen during your observation, trailing across your cheek, your neck, before finally resting on your nape. Then his entire hand delicately settled upon it. Your eyes were nearly completely mesmerized by the movement of his lips. Ruben's voice became huskier and smoother. “Or maybe you want a turn too."
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Best Man’s speech- TAA and Andy Robertson
“Is this thing on? Ah, can I get everyone’s attention please?” Robbo loudly said into the mic, clapping to draw attention to himself. It was the day of yours and Trent’s wedding, and as Robbo was Trent’s best man he was making a speech.
“I’m not looking forward to this, not one bit” Trent whispered in your ear, whilst taking a hold of your hand. “You chose him as your best man, you’re going to have to put up with the consequences.” You tell him. “That’s enough talking for now lovebirds, I’ve got a speech to make.”
“I remember the first day I met Trent, a couple days before we played Hoffenheim to qualify for the Champions League. He was just another teammate then, I recall being shocked at him being 18, still looked a baby to me.” Andy began, “I wasn’t eligible to play that match- so I were just stood in the stands. That was the day I knew how good Trent was, so much talent for someone so young.”
“The more we were around each other the more irritated he would make me, but I guess that’s what a best mate is. Someone who you would probably never choose to spend time with, but you find them the perfect person to do things with.” Trent rolled his eyes at how sappy Andy was getting. “The first time he met Y/n, you would think he’d seen a ghost- completely speechless, and got all flustered when she saw him staring.”
“No, I did not.” Trent interrupted. “Oh yes you did mate, you could hardly form a sentence.” Trent put his head in his hands as a chuckle escaped your lips. “Anyways, y/n don’t think you’re getting through this speech embarrassment-free. I still remember the first time I went in your room- you see a little birdie tells me that you might’ve had a wee crush on our Virg.”
Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he speaks, “Had pictures up on your wall, his name were on your Liverpool shirt and all.” You fake offence, “Robbo, you pinky promised me that was a secret kept between me and you.” You bury your head in Trent’s shoulder, “Well things change don’t they, especially when you egg the person keeping your biggest secrets.” You laugh, remembering that you jumped out in front of him and smashed an egg on his forehead. “Right, let’s get back on with it.”
“The first time I knew how in love this pair was would probably be after we won the prem. I just knew he was in love when he wanted to know if y/n was ok over getting hammered and celebrating. But I guess no more proof is needed for the love that these two have for each other." He raises his glass, as does everyone else. "Here's to many more embarrassing moments, but more importantly Trent and Y/n." he sips his drink as everyone claps.
He takes a theatrical bow before joining you and Trent, "Does this mean I'm getting all old and sappy now?" he asks when he reaches you. Trent nods profusely before you can speak, "You've even got my parents crying over there mate." he gestures over to them, "Still love you all the same mate even if you're getting all sentimental." Robbo smiles, "Love you too mate, no one else I'd rather be my right-hand man."
"Sometimes I think you're with Andy not me." you laugh at their bromance. "I'm sorry it's true love, my heart truly belongs with him. Divorce?" he says in an overtly sarcastic tone. "Yes please, I'm already sick of you." you say matching his tone. He shakes his head before you kiss.
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