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footballxixstars · 10 months

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Three Going On Thirteen • Tyrone Mings

Child/Parent Prompt List v.2 • Number 5

“I Hate You!”

“I HATE YOU!” Your son screamed at the top of his lungs. So loud you were kind of scared that the neighbours would complain or call the police because of how loud he was screaming. Screaming both those words and noise. Along with screaming, he stomped his foot down on the floor just to show how annoyed and angry he was by everything. His face was red and splotchy with tears streaming down his face with snot and everything. He looked a mess and your heart broke whilst looking at him. Well your heart broke but maybe not all because of that reasoning. He was honestly 3 going on 13 and it hurt you. He was having these outbursts somewhat regularly and screaming hurtful words but not once had he said that he hates you and now he has. Nobody told you having a child would be this hard or emotional.

Once your son had run off, probably to his room like a teenager, you allowed the emotions to come down and the tears to fall down your face. Considering your son was only 3 years old you are quite certain that he doesn’t fully understand the effect of those words but still, it hurt and he should probably know that. Your own flesh and blood, you carried him for 9 months and then birthed him just to have him scream that he hates you. It really hurt. At this point you were just on the floor crying and your son was elsewhere in the house. You knew that you should be watching him considering he was dangerously silent but right now you have to be away from him. What is the worst that a 3-year-old can do alone? Probably a lot actually but it would be worse if you were with him. Hopefully Tyrone will be back soon and can help deal with it all. Tyrone will be an innocent party and be able to talk to you both. You were way too mad to speak to your son and Tyrone wouldn’t be. You needed Tyrone.

Like your thoughts could be read, Tyrone walked through the door. Right as you needed you. You did however try to wipe the tears that were falling away just so it wouldn’t be as clear but it was all fruitless. Tyrone would know instantly. He knows you too well and when it comes to you and your son he is very observant so will notice your teary eyes and tear tracks on your face instantly and he’ll probably notice that your son isn’t anywhere near you like he usually is. He will notice these little things. As you were wiping the tears away and trying to make yourself look somewhat normal you could hear Tyrone talking as he walked around the house (you could also hear his footsteps) but you weren’t paying attention to the words he was saying as your mind was too preoccupied. Even though you wiped the tears off of your face, well tried, you still stayed sitting on the floor having no effort to move.

“Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.” Tyrone repeated over and over again when he made it into the same room as you trying to get your attention. As soon as it finally registered in your mind what he was saying, that he was trying to get your attention, you looked at him. There Tyrone was standing with your son in his arms who was hiding his head in Tyrone’s neck like he didn’t want to be seen. The moment that Tyrone saw your face his dropped instantly knowing that something was seriously wrong. With the way that your son was acting you thought that Tyrone would know that something was wrong then but when he saw your face you probably reiterated it. After allowing himself to take in your face you saw him say something softly to your son before putting him on the floor and instantly after his feet got placed on the floor he scurried off. Once again tears built in your eyes knowing that you will have to replay the moment again just so Tyrone can know what happened. You do not want to replay that moment again. Tyrone watched your son run off before giving you his undivided attention. Well as much attention as he can do with a 3-year-old running around the house.

“What happened?” Tyrone asked you seriously, kneeling down in front of you placing his right hand on your cheek and wiping the tears away with his thumb as they fell. Him kneeling in front of you, blocking everything else so he was the only thing you could see, his touch on your face, just everything he was doing was comforting. Something that was very much needed. You needed the comfort from somebody that loves you very much before reliving what happened again. Tyrone was 100% that comfort person.

“Take your time,” Tyrone comfortingly said when you hadn’t spoken for a couple of minutes. He had seen you attempt to speak but every time a sob would leave your mouth stopping you. You were getting frustrated that you couldn’t get the words out but Tyrone saying to you to take your time helped slightly. You could calm yourself down, catch your breath and manage to tell Tyrone what had happened whilst he was out of the house.

“Earlier he wanted some of the chocolate but I told him to wait a little bit longer until you come back because you were bringing ice cream and .ice cream is his favourite. If you brought back ice cream he would want that when he sees it and he shouldn’t have both ice cream and chocolate especially when it’s dinner soon. Anyway, he was screaming about it so I tried to explain and talk to him to try to get him to calm down. He shouted- He shouted that- He shouted that he hates me,” You explained to Tyrone and your voice broke by the end of it. A sob even left your lips and before you knew it you were fully crying once again.

“He said he hates me,” You repeated and as soon as those words left your lips you felt Tyrone’s arms wrap themselves around you and you just melted into them. One of his hands ran up and down your back whilst the other was tightly around you pulling you close to his own body like he was trying to protect you from the world. Like every other time you’re hurting and need comfort being in Tyrone’s arms helps so much. You’re so lucky you found someone who can help you deal with everything and be the only person in the world who is able to give you comfort. He is the only person who doesn’t get pushed away by you when feeling upset and he is the only person who is able to just hug you and make you feel so much better.

“I’ll talk to him,” Tyrone spoke out as soon as you had calmed down. As soon as he thought that you would be fine on your own for a few minutes. He’d rather not leave you alone when you’re feeling so devastated but if he wants to sort this mess out then he will have to. He has to talk to your son alone and get his side and then explain why saying ‘I hate you’ to people isn’t nice especially when he doesn't mean it. Before he left he pressed a soft kiss to your temple before wandering off to find your son.

Even when Tyrone moved away from you and left the room you didn’t move off of the floor, not even sure that you could, you just watched the door waiting for either your son or Tyrone, or even both to walk through the door and put this whole ordeal behind you. Is that too much to ask for? It’s been an emotional and hard day and you just want to put it all behind you so all you need is to make sure you make up with your son so hopefully Tyrone can get through to him. When you heard the sound of pitter-patter footsteps coming towards the room that you were in.

“I’m sorry mummy, I love you not hate you. I love you,” Your son cried running right into your arms. You pulled him into one of the tightest hugs that you ever had. So tight that you’re not even sure that he could breathe properly but he wasn’t complaining so you will continue to hold him this tight until he tries to leave your arms. It won’t be long until he no longer wants these hugs so you were going to cherish it for as long as possible. Whilst hugging him you tilted your head up to face Tyrone and mouthed ‘thank you’ to him and all he did in return was shrug. This was only part of his job. He started this family with you so it’s only part of his job to help deal with the arguments between you and your son just like you would if he was arguing with your son. He helps be the mediator and will always help.

“How about some ice cream?” Tyrone asked excitedly, clapping his hands together to make sure he got your attention. All he had to say was the word ‘ice cream’ and he had your son’s attention and that definitely happened this time. As soon as he heard the word ‘ice cream’ he wiggled out of your arms and ran off to the kitchen. Meanwhile, Tyrone helped you stand up and brought you into a soft kiss. A soft and affectionate kiss which you really needed after the day you’ve had. Tyrone’s kisses are almost magical and after the hug with your son, the magic was really working. Unfortunately, having a child means that the kiss couldn’t last long no matter how much you wanted it to, his lips were addicting. When you pulled away from one another you could finally ask him the question that was on your mind as soon as your son came running into the room.

“What did you even say to him?” You questioned Tyrone.

“That’s between me and him but he’ll hopefully think before he speaks now,” Tyrone confidently starting to make his way to the kitchen but you grabbed his arm before he could and raised one eyebrow at him without saying a word for a couple of seconds. You were trying to read his face and expressions and by the way that he’s acting you just knew that he had promised your son something. Tyrone is able to read you well but you are able to read him well and even maybe better. It’s what comes after years of dating and it can be helpful.

“You promised him ice cream didn’t you,” You chuckled to Tyrone who looked very bashful at that moment like he had been caught. You couldn’t help but laugh knowing that it probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do considering your son will probably expect this every time now but it worked and you liked the fact that it worked. As long as Tyrone actually spoke to him and explained it to him then you’re fine with a little bit of bribing. As much as you hate to admit it Tyrone bribes you with food occasionally and it works also.

“Maybe,” He laughed before you heard your son complaining from the kitchen so you and Tyrone had to make your way there before he has another tantrum. Not before another quick and sneaky kiss with Tyrone though. (Your child did start to complain even louder. You definitely have to teach your son patience.)

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footballffbarbiex · 4 months

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Player: Tyrone Mings Words: 1456 (whoops. but I did try to set the scene) Request: Tyrone Mings | no pref | 500 - 900 | She makes his wish come true by saying yes to his unexpected proposal.

Tyrone has gone over his plan to the point where it’s ingrained in his mind so much that it’s as natural to him now as reciting his name. And yet, he feels unnaturally nervous about actually going through with it. Not because he doesn’t want to, because this is the one thing that he’s been more sure of than anything else in his life, but because he’s terrified that she might not feel the same way.

He’s had the ring picked out and purchased now for months. He’d considered all locations before deciding that she would hate a public proposal so that ruled out restaurants and the like. He’d considered proposing on the beach to her, something small with candles and just the two of them - they didn’t need someone else there to take pictures of the moment, they’d share their own. Besides, suddenly taking someone else along for this would seem a little odd unless they all went as a group but even so, Tyrone believed that it should be a private, intimate moment where the only people who needed to be there were those in the relationship.

She’d sent off for pictures of them to be enlarged and printed, pictures ranging throughout their relationship, and they’d arrived today fully framed. They looked good he had to admit and as he’d hung them where she’d marked out, he knew she’d love them. Some were in colour, others in black and white. The contrast between the two sets as they hung on the wall was perfect. Not only would she now walk into the home and feel good about her choices and how they looked, her first real stamp on their house since she moved in with him, but this should hopefully be the start of a lot of happiness for the evening.

He had purchased some tall candle lanterns and dotted them throughout the hallway, leading to the large living area where he intended to be waiting for her. She always sent him her live location when leaving work, just in case he needed anything from the store and he could see where she was before calling and finding out she’d already passed it and wasn’t going to go back. This gave him time to light the scentless candles to set the scene. Her favourite scented candles were already lit, burning sporadically throughout the home to ensure that each area smelt beautiful.

He’s dressed smart casual. Too casual didn’t feel right and he didn’t want to be kneeling in a tuxedo because he thought that would be too cheesy; even if it would earn him a giggle or two.

He’s in the middle of adjusting some of the tableware, truly wanting everything to be perfect, when his phone chimes with a text alerting him that her live location was now sent and she was on her way. With dinner cooking and almost ready, there wasn’t much else to do but to wait now on nervous hands.

Tyrone ensures that the lights are low and that the Christmas lights are on - including the bannister garlands - to create a beautiful atmosphere. Now that she’s on her way, he decides now is the right time to also light the remaining candles and also take his position where he hopes that she’ll find him. he’d debated setting up a playlist though that also hadn’t felt right but now he waits in the room in silence with nothing but his thoughts and nerves, it all feels a little overwhelming.

He flits between feeling excited to feeling nauseous. his stomach will not settle and every so often, it will switch between fluttering with nerves and threatening to empty its contents. He’s hoping the latter doesn’t happen during a crucial moment tonight.

Tyrone is about to start adjusting something else in the room when the sound of a car pulling up distracts him from trying to distract himself. He’s surprised he can hear the key hitting the lock and the sound of the handle being worked over the sound of the pounding in his ears from his heart. He pictures her standing in the doorway taking in the sight and wondering what has changed since she left this morning besides the blatantly obvious. She’d left a home looking Christmassy and walked into something that resembled if Christmas and Valentines had a baby together. There's the sound of fabrics being unzipped, moved around and ultimately being hung up.

There’s footsteps in the hallway now, footsteps can be heard moving down towards him which then pause, presumably, where Tyrone has put the photos up.

He hears her soft, “oh,” as she takes it all in and pictures the way she’d step forward to look at it a little better. He pictures the way she’d almost touch the glass, her fingers desperately to trace over the details. He wishes desperately that he could see her face, wishes that he could see if she’d made the right call or not. In his opinion, she absolutely did but that initial reaction would be everything.

“These look amazing, baby.” She calls out, her voice carrying throughout the home. “Thank you for putting them up.” He loved that she always addressed the things that he did in the house. Not that she should have to or spoon feed him compliments for the most basic of things but she never failed to notice that he had taken some of the work weight from her shoulders and pulled his own. With a final tap to his pocket to ensure the small box was still there, Tyrone - shakily - gets down on one knee and waits.

“And those candles are a beautiful touch. We’d have to move them when we have the…” he’d heard her voice progressing closer to him as she headed his way but passing the doorway and backtracking to make sure that she was seeing what she thought she’d seen had caused her to trail off. “If this is a joke, it’s a cruel one.” She says, words sounding too heavy to really be spoken.

“It’s not.” He tries to laugh it off but it sounds false. It sounds strained. He could curse his voice for betraying him like this. “I’ve thought of all the ways to do this and all the places to get down on one knee. But if I know you like I think I do, then this is the most perfect spot. That’s not to say that you don’t deserve somewhere fancy, because you do, but I didn’t think you’d want this to be a public spectacle. I’m getting distracted.” He takes a deep breath and wipes the palms of his hands on his trousers before pushing his hand into his pocket.

She watches with an expression that Tyrone has never seen before on her face and he can’t work out if she’s as nervous as he is or if he’s mortified that he’s even asking. Neither thoughts are calming his nerves.

“If it’s a no, just stop me right now before I make an absolute fool out of myself please.”

“Keep going,” she chokes out, hoping that he doesn’t see the way her hands are shaking at the realisation that this is really happening.

His fingers close around the box and with a trembling hand, he brings it back out of his pocket. He hopes she doesn’t notice the small tremors as he holds it out, fingers poised perfectly to try and flip the lid to reveal it as he asks the question.

“I love you. I don’t always say or do the right things, and I’m probably not going to have the right words to say right now which are romantic enough or really tell you how much I love you or how much I’ve thought about how we’d spend the rest of our lives together. The scenarios in my head that have formed pushed me to buy this ring. Pushed me to agonise over how to do this and how to say a sentence that’s very simple but nerve wracking to say. But I love you enough to say it. So. Will you marry me?”

She tries to open her mouth to speak but no words are ready to come out. They remain lodged in her throat behind the lump that’s forming and until she can finally say the “yes” that Tyrone is dying to hear, she nods continuously.

“Are you sure because you can say no if you wa-” he’s cut off as she closes the gap and flings herself onto him, knocking the two of them to the floor as she straddles his waist and covers his face with kisses before she settles for his lips.

“It’s a yes Tryone. Yes.”

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footballerimaginess · 9 months

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Daisy Chain

Spring Prompt List daisy chain with Tyrone Mings? xx Tyrone Mings Word Count: 315 You were at work, whilst Tyrone was spending the day with his daughter, Faith. “Shall we go and play in the garden?” Tyrone suggested as Faith jumped up and down excitedly. Faith opened the door and practically flew out of the back door. “Woah calm down love” Tyrone smirked as he headed down beside her as she sat down on the grass, picking up the daisies. “Shall we make mummy a daisy chain?” he asked as he pointed at the daises which were coming out of the grass. “yes” Tyrone smiled as he watched Faith picking up the daisies around her as she picks them up and handed them all to him in a clump. “So you give me all of these and we have to tie them together to make a pretty chain for mummy” Tyrone watched on as his daughter ran around the garden practically picking up every daisy that was in the grass.

“Look daddy” she grinned as she dropped them in his legs.

“Wow there’s so many baby, thank you. Now we need to start making them” he took them delicately in his hand as he started making the chain as faith watched on getting eagerly closer towards him. “Look at this, isn’t it amazing” Tyrone grinned. “Helloooo?” you shouted as you shouted through the house. “We are out here” Tyrone shouted as Faith came running towards you. “Look we made you this mummy look” Faith jumped up and down as she shoved the daisy chain in your face. “Oh wow, you and daddy made these?” you smiled as you crouched down at the grass. “We’ve made them all afternoon, it is amazing. We made one for each of us, I love them” Tyrone grinned as he tied it around your wrist. “Thank you so much, it is so beautiful” you smiled as Faith had hers hanging one around your wrist.

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emwritesfootball · 1 year

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Clingy | Tyrone Mings

Hi, would you be able to do a longer, really fluffy, clingy Tyrone one, thank youuuu

A/N: Written a lot of filth the last couple days, so here’s some fluff. Also, I know I have a blurb or something with a clingy Ty but I cannot find it for the life of me so if there are similarities to that, just disregard xo

Warnings: slight mention of sex

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The sun was already streaming in through the window, alerting you to the fact that it was morning but you couldn’t care less. You and Tyrone had had a late night the night before, staying up and watching a movie that turned into going to bed well past midnight.

You rolled over, greeted by Tyrone still lying in bed next to you. Usually he was up well before you, either getting an early start to the day with a workout or checking in on one of his various endeavors outside of football.

“I don’t wanna get out of bed,” you murmured, voice still thick with sleep as you shifted to rest your head on his chest.

Ty instinctively pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Me, either. It’s the first morning in a long time that I don’t have anything pressing.”

“Relax, baby. You deserve it.” You knew how hard Tyrone worked in all aspects of his life; sometimes you didn’t know how he did it, juggling a football academy, an interior decorating firm and his personal life outside of his football career.

You traced the compass tattooed on his chest and moved to the words on his collarbone when you were done.

“I’ve missed mornings like this,” he whispered, taking your hand in his and bringing to his lips. In one quick motion, you were underneath him and his face was buried in the crook of your neck.

“Me, too. I’ve missed having my own personal weighted blanket.” The two of you giggled, cuddling and kissing as you enjoyed your lazy morning.

When you finally got out of bed, both of you were practically attached at the hip. Tyrone didn’t leave your side as he joined you in the shower, and you followed him into the kitchen to cook breakfast together, feeding each other bites of toast and forkfuls of fruit while you waited for the eggs and bacon to cook.

You migrated to the sofa after breakfast, Ty with some interior design book and you with the latest book recommendation. He leaned back so you could lay between his legs, your back pressed against his chest while the two of you read. You exchanged kisses like page turns, losing track of time as the sun started to fall.

“Shall we order in?” Ty asked, already placing an order at your favourite nearby takeaway place, barely waiting for you to answer.

The food ended up like the two of you, all mixed into one big plate that the two of you shared.

“This has been the most perfect day,” you said, climbing into Ty’s lap for cuddles and kisses.

“We should definitely do this more often,” he agreed, his hands coming up to wrap around your waist and trace circles on your back.

You went to bed entangled in one another, slow lazy kisses turning into slow lazy sex to end the day.

If only you could do it all again tomorrow.

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valentinajadehill · 11 months

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tyrone mings masterlist

captains part one, part two, part three

highlight part one, part two, part three, part four

like music to my ears o

best friends would include o

golfer o

are you blushing?

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pensat-i-fet · 1 year

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12 Days of Christmas: Day 9 (Tyrone Mings)

Day 8 l Day 10

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Working during the weeks leading to Christmas was bad enough, but having to work on Christmas day was the cherry on top in the worst way possible.

After having a lovely Christmas Eve with your family, you found yourself back at the café where you worked. Your boss was supposed to be there with you but found an excuse to leave you all by yourself. And the café was just…empty. A part of you wanted to just close it and leave but you didn’t dare in case your boss came back.

At lunchtime, the door opened. Who was visiting a café on this day in this small town?

“Hello”, you said to the man. “Can I help you?”

“Yes. I’m so sorry I’m bothering you today. I needed some peace and quiet. And that cake looks alright too”, he laughed. And his laugh was something else. So loud and deep but beautiful. Like him. If you could call such a big and strong man beautiful. It didn’t really sound like the right word.

“Sure, do you want a piece then?”, you asked and he nodded. “Anything to drink?”

“I’ll have…a cappuccino, please”.

“Of course. Will you be having this here or is it to take away?”

“I’ll stay here if that’s ok”.

“Of course it is, sir”.

“I feel bad bothering you on this day, really. I’ll sit over there and you won’t even know I’m here”.

“That’s fine, really. I’ll go get your order ready”.

He kept his promise and sat far away from the counter. He took a laptop out of his bag and some books too. Handsome, polite and smart? That’s quite the combination.

And seeing him work reminded you that you had planned to get some work done while the café was empty. With any other customer, you would worry but he seemed nice enough, he probably wouldn’t care.

So you took your bag and sat at one of the tables to get some studying done.

An hour later, he got up and saw you fully concentrated on your book.

“I’m terribly sorry but could I have another drink?”

“Don’t worry, of course. I mean, I shouldn’t be studying while at work but you know, it’s just you and you were busy too so I thought…”.

“It’s fine”, he said, gently touching your arm. You smiled at him nervously.

“So, what are you studying?”

“I’m studying to become a teacher one day. I’ll swap annoying customers for annoying students”, you joked. And his loud laugh was back.

“You’re getting some good practice here then. A couple of days at my job could help you too. It’s like working with children”.

“What do you do for a living? If you don’t mind me asking”, you asked and he gave you a funny look.

“I’m a football player”.

“Like, for real?”

He laughed again. “What do you mean for real?”

“Well, a lot of people play football but are you a professional player?”

“You really don’t know who I am, do you? I love that”, he said, his smile getting bigger.

Were you supposed to know who he was? You never watched football.

“No, sorry”.

“I’m Tyrone Mings. I play for Aston Villa and England. Does the name ring a bell?”

No, not at all. “Yeah…sure. Of course”.

“It’s ok if you don’t know me. It’s quite nice actually to find someone who just sees me as a normal person”.

“You’re welcome, I guess”.

You gave him his coffee and expected him to go back to his table but he just looked at you.

“Do you want anything else?”

“Would you mind taking a break from studying to just chat with me?”, he asked and you didn’t really know how to respond. “Come on, it’s Christmas day. You deserve a little break. And I would love to get to know you”.

“Ok”.

You sat down and he took the seat across from you, never dropping the big smile on his face.

“Tell me about you”.

“Me?”, you laughed. “Why would an England player want to know about me? I’m a nobody”.

“You’re probably the most interesting person I’ve met in a long time”.

Really? You? “Well, you already know about me trying to become a teacher and working at a coffee shop. I…I have two brothers, older than me. And I like to read and paint in my free time”.

“You do? Do you have any photos of your paintings?”, he asked, genuinely excited to hear about you. It was very confusing.

“I do, yes”.

He moved from his seat to sit next to you and you spent ten minutes showing him the little paintings you had been doing. They were nothing special but he only had compliments for all of them.

“You’re so talented. Did you ever think about selling any of those paintings?”

“Selling them? No. I mean, a few family members took some for their houses but they aren’t good enough for selling. You don’t have to lie to me. I’m just doing this as a hobby”.

“It’s not a lie. I love purchasing art and I can honestly tell you people would pay good money for those. But if you want to keep it a hobby, that’s ok”.

You couldn’t stop staring at him.

“Who are you?”, you said, more to yourself than to him.

“Tyrone, I already told you”, he said, deep laughing again.

“No, I know that but…you are so normal. Not what I imagine a football player to be. No offence”.

“None taken. I guess I’m not the typical footballer, no. I was working before I got my big break. And I didn’t think I was going to make it at all so I guess I’ve lived in both the real world and the crazy world of football. It gives you a different perspective of life”.

“Well, it’s been lovely meeting you. Even if I don’t like football. Again, no offence”.

“I don’t think you could offend me if you tried. Meeting you today has been special too. I was running away from all the noise at home and I’m glad it was this little café I found”.

“Maybe it was a little Christmas present that fate sent our way. I expected today to be a really crappy day and you’ve made it a lot more bearable”.

“I like that. Thinking about today as a present”.

You smiled at him while he finished laughing. You were getting used to that sound really quickly.

“But”, he continued, “how about we don’t limit it to being a Christmas present?”

“How do you mean?”

“Let’s meet another day. Not while you’re working or studying. Let me take you somewhere nice to eat”.

“Like a date?”

“Yes, like a date. What do you say?”

“That I must have been really good this year because Santa got me a much better present than what I expected".

And there it was again, his laugh.

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avenirdelight · 1 year

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A False Accusation

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They have a heated argument where she drops an accusation on him. He claims that it’s a false accusation.

⚠️ Curse words

“You don't love me.”

She voiced the words to the room, clearly and firmly. Strangely enough, saying it out loud didn’t make her chest feel lighter like she’d thought it would. It still felt as suffocating as it had been.

“Wow,” he scoffed, his shoulders shook when he did. “That’s a terrible accusation, that.”

She glanced at him, but she quickly dropped her gaze again after she noticed the hurt plastered all over his face. He couldn’t believe that she had the audacity to say such cruel words.

“And also,” he continued, leaning forward on the sofa, propping his body with his elbows on his knees. “It’s a false accusation. That’s terrible from you.”

She was sitting on the other sofa across from him, leaning back and folding her arms in front of her chest. She could feel his eyes boring into her and she couldn’t resist the temptation to stare back at him. So she did.

She gritted her teeth. Those eyes were angry, those eyes had used to look at her in the most special way. She refused to believe that it was just in her head, that she was just making it up, because she had used to easily fall in love all over again every time she looked at those eyes but at some point, she started to feel that they’d changed.

“Really?” She challenged him, giving him a sharp look that matched his.

He scoffed again, pinching the bridge of his nose in stress. He shook his head. He couldn’t quite believe that she truly believed that he didn’t love her. Where did it even come from?

“Are you telling me that I lie every time I tell you I love you? Mind you, I say that every single day,” he said. But she was silent, so he continued. “Don’t I always give you everything? Make sure that you have everything you need, that you’re safe?” He asked. If she forgot about that, he was ready to remind her of all the things he did for her. Everything that he needed to sacrifice. “I give you my world.”

“You give me your money.” Her voice was firm and certain. And it stabbed him right in his heart.

It wasn’t that she was ungrateful for everything he’d given her. Moving her into his big house, constantly buying her expensive gifts, taking her to travel the world on holidays, giving her a luxury life—but that wasn’t the reason she’d fallen in love with him. She was never in it for the dime.

She had fallen in love with him for who he was. Or at least who he had used to be.

“I’m thankful that you gave me this wonderful life but I really don’t need the latest Prada release or to be on a yacht every holiday. I don’t need new jewellery every time you feel sorry, I don’t need you to surprise me with flowers in the morning just for you to go missing for the rest of the day.”

“I thought you liked them. Have you been lying, then?”

“I do appreciate them but that’s not the point! The point is I need you!” She sounded so desperate. She honestly had been feeling this way for a while and she hoped that this time he was really listening to her. “I just need a little bit of your time, for you to be with me, and not just physically. You’re with me but your head is somewhere else. I need you to just look at me, I–”

“Well, I’m sorry, okay?!” He cut her off, the tone of his voice rising up. “I’m sorry that my work demands so much of my time, it asks so much from me, I’ve always told you that from the beginning. My career is my life and there would be rough bumps along the way. Things get hard, things–”

“Yeah, that’s the problem, don’t you see??” Her tone was as high now, it was only adding to the tension. “You run away from me when things get hard for you. You don’t even want to share anything with me. You give me gifts and temporary attention to ‘make up’ for it. Every time!” She stood up from the sofa. She frustratingly pointed a finger against her chest, giving him a piercing gaze. “Am I so untrustworthy or unreliable? Am I that insufferable to deal with so you don’t want to open up to me?”

“Don’t.” He shook his head, clenching his fists. “Don’t start making up things now. I never for a second think about you that way.”

“Well, you always make me wonder. Wonder why you shut me out.” She shrugged. “It’s the truth, you can’t deny it. You always leave me out of things.”

“I’m just protecting you!” He abruptly stood up. “I can’t– I’m sorry if it’s hard for me to share things that I know would just hurt you and stress you out!” He moved his hands animatedly and quite angrily. “Don’t you understand?! I am saving you the troubles and the pain!”

“I want the f*cking pain!!”

Her voice pierced through his ears and he froze in his place, feeling shivers down his spine. He clenched his jaw and gulped. The anger, the desperation, the pain that she had been holding in, she’d just let it all out. She’d gotten so upset at this point, the tears quickly pooled in her eyes and threatened to fall. It pained him even more. He had never seen her like this.

“I’d rather feel the pain, suffer with you.” Her voice was small and timid this time, but there were so many emotions in it. “I’d choose that, rather than feeling left out and not appreciated. I promise you that’s the worst thing to feel. I hate it. I absolutely f*cking hate it.”

He sat back down, burying his face into his hands, trying to compose himself and find the right words to say. He felt her anger, her sadness, but he also needed her to understand that he did everything for a reason.

He let out a little sigh as he looked up to her. Her tears were already streaming down her cheeks.

“I don't live a normal life and all I’m trying to do is to keep you out of the abnormalities and all the absurd things. The sh*t people say out there, it gets scary sometimes. People are actually willing to do foolish and crazy things to bring me down.” He spoke with a more gentle tone, trying to reason with her. “And if you’re hurt, if something bad happens to you, I won’t be able to forgive myself.”

She wiped her tears away with her shaky hands, before she hugged herself with arms, trying to provide herself some comfort. He didn’t only sound serious, he also sounded sorry.

“What do you want me to do, then?” He stared at her with tired eyes. The anger in his eyes had worn off, it even looked like he was going to cry. “I’m sorry. I really am.” His voice was a bit shaky. “I’ll do whatever makes you happy. Please. I can’t lose you. What am I going to be if I lose you?”

Her heart clenched painfully. She couldn’t deny that it was heartbreaking to see himself asking the question—like he was really scared to lose her, like his world would crumble down in an instant if he lost her. She had never seen him like this before. He’d always appeared strong in front of her, like nothing could ever bring him down, like no one could ever catch him looking weak.

“Every single thing that I’ve ever done is to protect you and to make you happy, to earn your love. Most of the time I don’t think I deserve you, you know. Because you deserve more than this f*cking fool,” he said pointing at himself. “Who apparently doesn’t know how to love. I’m sorry if I’ve done it the wrong way and made you feel the opposite way.”

Without her even realising it, what she’d been wishing to see was happening right in front of her—for him to open up to her and show his vulnerable side. Her tears fell again, but for a different reason this time. She felt his confusion, his sorrow, and she was hurting with him.

After a moment of deafening silence, he suddenly stood up. He approached her, who was just standing with her head down. He grabbed her by her waist and turned her to look at him. He fixed her dishevelled hair, tucking stray strands of hair to the back of her ears. He lifted her head up by her chin, before he continued to wipe her tears again. Every touch was so gentle, every touch felt gave her warmth and comfort that she’d been longing.

“Look at me, please,” he said. She finally shifted her gaze up and stared back at him. His eyes were looking at her fondly. “I love you so much. Please believe me.” He choked up, trying his best to convey his feelings through his voice. “I took you home to my mum and told her you’re the most special person in my life, I try to treat you like a queen, I see you and talk about you like you’re my prized possession, because you are.”

She listened to him. She tried to really listen to him. And honestly, this time it wasn’t so hard to believe him. She appreciated that he was finally opening up, even though it had taken them quite a long time to get there, not to mention all the struggle they had had to go through. But he finally found his courage to be fragile.

“Do you know what? You don’t have to be strong all the time,” she said as his hands fell to her waists and safely rested there. Her voice was almost a whisper. “I’m your girlfriend. You have a responsibility to protect me, but I also have a responsibility to be your partner. So let me do my part.” She held his face and stroked a thumb on his cheek. “We do this together. We’re supposed to go through happiness and sadness together, we go through all the troubles together. You hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you.” He nodded. “I’m really sorry, okay? I love you,” he said again, before she pulled him into a hug.

“I love you too. I love you,” she mumbled against his shoulder. She heard him letting out a sob as his chest and shoulders shook. He held her tight, and it had been a while since it felt like this. She felt heard and seen. She felt loved. It was all she ever wanted.

And he couldn’t describe the wave of relief that washed over him. He really thought that his biggest fear, losing her, was really going to happen. He realised that he’d actually failed her. All this time he had loved her his own way which he thought was the best and the safest way but apparently, it didn’t give her the safety he wanted for her. She was right—they had to do this together, and it meant that he had to listen to her, count her thoughts and feelings.

He would try. He promised he would try his best to see her how she wanted to be seen, and love her how she wanted to be loved. Because she was the most important person in his life, and he’d do anything to make himself deserve her.

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My Opinions on the England NT players

Luke Shaw -

literally looks like he’s 15 and 35 at the same time in some pictures. To this day I don’t know how old he actually is. Have not seen him play a single Man U match this season (i don’t like Man U so i don’t watch their matches but still). Does he still play football? I don’t know. Good goal against Italy so i have to give him some praise for that but i genuinely don’t know anything about him.

Mason Mount -

I cannot lie, I think I fell in love with him the moment I saw him. If love at first sight exists I think this is it. I would do anything for this man. He looks like he’d sit with you on a bench in your school gym and let you cry on his shoulder (defo not based on real life experiences). What more can I say about him? I would burn the world down for him and then jump off of a cliff if he asked me to. 10/10 especially after missing his pen in the FA cup final. He did that for me xx

Trent Alexander-Arnold -

Also the sexiest mf I’ve ever seen. Assist king. He seems like a bitch sometimes but I still love him. Does look like if you were nice to him he’d be nice back. Very proud of his achievements. Do just want to find him and give him a massive hug sometimes. I like the new haircut much more. It’s grown on me, he better not change it or some sorry words will be said. Hope he gets picked for the next England matches but I don’t want him to get injured because I’m not mentally stable enough to deal with that.

Tyrone Mings -

Literally the height of a fucking tree. He’d absolutely destroy me and my five foot two self with just a push. Quite scared of him but at the same time he looks like he’d invite me in for a cuppa and a few biscuits if I was walking past his house in the pouring rain. Probably has a kind soul but I wouldn’t want to get on the bad side of him.

Kyle Walker -

Kind of reminds me of a pigeon. I don’t know why, he just seems to have that familiar blank stare. Looks like he’d bark at you for stealing his sandwich in Tesco’s which he never actually bought. Do find him quite funny but that might just be when he’s with John. Overall I wouldn't particularly want to be besties with him.

Jesse Lingard -

Absolute icon. JLingz. Has the most adorable daughter, she’s so precious. Easily one of the funniest players in the game. I can already tell we’d be best friends. Especially love him after the reports that he got into a scrap with Hazza Maguire. Deserves the world. I hope I get to meet him one day.

Marcus Rashford -

Looks like a kind man. Don’t know if we’d get along because we’d fight over who’s Jesse’s better friend. Can already tell he’d try and make me a home-cooked meal if I ever said I was hungry. Would no doubt constantly try to give me food. I’d have to convince him he’s actually a good footballer because Ralf never plays him in matches. Looks like he’d get very emotional sometimes.

Jack Greasy…I mean Grealish -

Don’t like him because he’s a bit of a bellend but I have to admit he’s extremely funny. Doesn’t seem like he has a single brain cell left so it would probably be very difficult to have an actual conversation with him. I salute his girlfriend for putting up with him. I could probably drive better than him. I don’t have my driver’s licence.

Hazza Maguire -

Absolutely terrified of him. Would probably tell me to go back to my own country. If I saw him begin to walk towards me I’d run the other way. He’d try and fight me because I’d tell him he’s a shit footballer. Nothing more to say. Traumatises me just thinking about it.

Jude Bellingham -

Absolute sweetheart in my opinion. Looks like he’d protect you from all those creepy guys at a house party or club. Would definitely cover your drink if you had to go somewhere for a quick second. Seems like a lovely guy. Want to see more of his personality on the England youtube channel.

Jordan Pickford -

Hate him but at the same time I love him. He’s so funny and for what. Suddenly manages to bring out all the skills for England but he’s horrendous for Everton. Might just be because it’s Everton. I do want to punch him sometimes. Wouldn’t be surprised if someone from the team already has.

Phil Foden -

Looks like a prick. He always looks like he’s going to complain about something. Would not be able to stand the guy for a single second. He just looks annoying. I see him on my tv and immediately change the channel. Every time I see his face I want to punch it.

Jordan Henderson-

DILF. He is the definition of a gentleman. Looks like he’d hold the door open for you if he saw you walking down the corridor. Just seems like the best person to work with. Has an absolute heart of gold. Would sell my soul for him 100%. The best captain in the Premier League. In my opinion he should be captain of England but Gareth doesn’t like Liverpool players. I know he’d give me a whole motivational speech if I told him I was going to give up on my education. He’d 110% hold you in his arms while you cried for a whole hour.

Ben Chilwell -

Looks a bit like a Lego man. He has a very square head and I don’t know how to feel about it. He has some of the stupidest tattoos I’ve ever seen but in all fairness he’s a good player. Just don’t support some of the things he’s done (but I won’t go into that). Does look like a massive weirdo. Would probably be a bit scared of him when he’s drunk.

Raheem Sterling -

Runs a bit like a dinosaur. Very good player just don’t like the fact he left Liverpool for City. The only good thing about that is the fact that he’s managed to get a decent trim now. Arguably one of the best players in the England squad but i’m still holding a grudge against him.

Hazza Kane -

Looks like he might call me a racial slur. I would 100% be able to absolutely hammer him in a fight. Don’t really like him at all. How are you captain of your national team if you can’t even be captain of Spurs. SPURS. It’s just a bit embarrassing on his behalf.

Reece James -

As I said previously, he looks like he’d absolutely batter you in a fight but he’d also give you a really good hug if you were sad. Reminds me of a teddy bear. Seems like he’d have a bit of a short temper, but as long as you were his friend you wouldn’t be in danger. If you weren’t, good luck to you (RIP).

Jadon Sancho -

Proper joke man. Again, I’d be best friends with him because I think we have a very similar sense of humour. Would no doubt annoy every single member of the team. We’d be banned from seeing each other because we’re too annoying together. Is he okay? I haven’t seen him play in a long time.

Declan Rice -

My boyfriend’s best friend. We’d also be best friends. There are too many funny players in this squad, but this guy is my absolute favourite of them all. His rendition of ‘Ice, Ice, Baby’ brought tears to my eyes. Should be the new national anthem. Extremely happy he’s got a much better trim now. Does need a bit of a tan though, he looks ghostly white sometimes. He should ask Mason where the best tanning beds are.

Kalvin Phillips and Kieran Trippier -

Had to put these two together because I genuinely have no opinion of them. Literally who are they.

Bukayo Saka -

Looks like such a nice guy. The type of guy you’d bring home to meet your parents. Would offer you popcorn if he saw you around, and would always ask how you’re doing and actually mean it. Wins the award for ‘Nicest Guy’. Don’t understand how anyone could not like him. Would probably cry with you while you’re crying.

John Stones -

Perfect name for him tbh. Looks like he’s stoned half the time. He’d probably punch the Hazza’s for calling you a racial slur. Would be the best person to get drunk with, he’d probably try and give you (really bad) relationship advice and then convince you to sing Valerie by Amy Winehouse with him. Overall a decent guy, only downside is that he plays for City.

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What about the reader performing at the platinum jubilee with anyone you like

You were set to be performing at the jubilee with Ed Sheeran who was a close friend of yours. You were a bag of nerves backstage, you was in your make up and hair chair with your boyfriend appearing behind you and wrapping his arms around you. ‘How are you feeling?’ he asks, gently kissing your shoulder. ‘I’m shitting myself’ you giggle which makes him and your team smile. ‘You’ve got this’ he smiles. One thing about him, he was always your number one fan. As soon as you told him that you were invited to perform, he was instantly telling you ‘I hope you said yes’. He walks you to the stage, giving you a soft kiss on your lips, you taking Ed’s hand as you both walk onto the stage. Your boyfriend was stood at the side of the stage watching you in complete in awe, he could see you take a shaky sigh before you started to sing. You keep your eyes either locked onto Ed or closed as you tried to keep the butterflies at bay. After the show he was posting a photo of you and declaring you as a pop princess and how magical it was.

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Can you guys recommend me any Virgil Van Dijk fix on here or even on wattpad plz ?!

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footballffbarbiex · 2 years

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she’s been posting stuff on her instagram of her going on dates and being close with this “guy”, and it kills him. so he comes up to her, apologises for his mistakes in the past, and confesses that he can’t move on. and of course i’m imagining this for mr. mings…

thank you, amy❣️

definitely gonna continue this but getting the start of it out is what i needed. I hope you like it bb.

Tyrone sits in his car, elbows on the steering wheel, head in his hands. He knows he shouldn't be here, shouldn't be sitting around the corner of his ex girlfriend's home but he couldn't stop himself from driving here. The only thing he could do is park up when he did, rather than stare up at the brick house and wish he had the balls to step up to her door and be the man that she needed him to be all those weeks ago.

All it had taken was one song, their song, to come on his playlist and his fingers were reaching for his phone to check out her social profiles. He hated that he still had her on there. In a way, he hated that she allowed him to still be on there. It would have been easier had she cut him off, blocked his number and his accounts and refused to let him see what she was up to. Their pictures remained up, the ones where she'd be looking into the camera as he could do nothing but stare at her with a smile and a loved up expression etched upon his face.

He couldn't remember exactly when or why things turned sour, he just remembered that they had. No amount of words could salvage the relationship once she pulled herself together and uttered the words, "Ty, I deserve better than what you're giving me right now."

He knew she was right. Knew the only person to blame was himself but it didn't make it easier to try to move on when the reason was following him wherever he went.

That one song had made him load up her profile and there she was, sitting at a restaurant table - the tell-tale white and red tablecloth of the Italian place that he knew she loved was beneath her fingertips. It was her celebration place. Never wanting to go there when she was feeling sad, only wanting to be there if there was something she felt happy about, which only made him feel worse to know that she had finally something to feel good about without him being present.

She was grinning, a glass halfway to her mouth as she looked past the camera lens and into the eyes of the photographer who was making her laugh. It could of course be one of her girl friends, but something about the way she was looking off camera, the use of the heart emoji in the caption and the location that he knew her to use as a date location told him otherwise; that the feeling in his gut was right - she was moving on.

The feeling of irrationality had pulled him behind the wheel and driven him to where he parks now. The picture had been posted three days ago and so with a bit of luck, she would be home without her new love.

Tyrone swallows the nausea feeling, removes his seatbelt and opens the car door. Cold air hits his skin, momentarily grounding him in place while a wave of reason washes over him. He closes the car door, pressing the button on his key fob to lock it behind him as he begins to make his way to hers.

"What are you going to say to her?" he asks himself quietly out loud as her home comes up ahead. Each step brings it into view and he realises now he’s almost there that he has no idea what he wants to say to her. "This better be good. Do not mess her up again."

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footballerimaginess · 1 year

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Most popular imagines in 2022

Here is a list of my most popular imagines that I’ve written in 2022, these are based on notes rather than my favourite imagines. If they got over 60+ notes then that is a popular fic lol, but yeah so enjoy these!! PART ONE - JANUARY TO JUNE Making tiktoks - Mason Mount - 98 notes Fluffy Alphabet - Jadon Sancho - 74 notes Instagram Files - Ruben Dias - 100 notes

A-Z of Dates - Ruben Dias - 61 notes Stressful day at work - Ben Chilwell - 70 notes Instagram Files - Jadon Sancho - 103 notes Twin boys - Ben Chilwell - 91 notes Cuddles - Mason Mount - 124 notes Son looks like him - Mason Mount - 156 notes Newborn - Jadon Sancho - 65 notes Told off - Ben Chilwell - 111 notes Bath - Jude Bellingham - 91 notes Instagram Files - Ben Chilwell - 210 notes Asking Ben to marry you - Ben Chilwell - 60 notes Babysitting - Ben Chilwell - 81 notes Missing each other - Mason Mount - 102 notes Instagram Files - Ben Chilwell - 137 notes Instagram Files - Tyrone Mings - 79 notes Stroking your hair - Ben Chilwell - 62 notes Kissing your bump - Ben Chilwell - 92 notes Little Things - Mason Mount - 70 notes Teenager - Mason Mount - 81 notes Summer - Mason Mount - 84 notes Period - Trent Alexander Arnold - 61 notes Pregnant... - Trent Alexander Arnold - 93 notes Ice cream date - Mason Mount - 72 notes Date night - Mason Mount - 85 notes Telling the team - Mason Mount - 82 notes Spending an afternoon with the baby - Son Heung Min - 86 notes Twins - Jude Bellingham - 105 notes Girlfriend - Mason Mount - 83 notes Interview - Trent Alexander Arnold - 116 notes Doctor - Mason Mount - 111 notes Football - Lionel Messi - 67 notes Spring Clean - Phil Foden - 71 notes Instagram Files - Declan Rice - 77 notes Instagram Files - Ben Chilwell - 99 notes Chocolate Craving - Mason Mount - 134 notes Instagram Files - Mason Mount - 136 notes You look so beautiful - Virgil Van Dijk - 70 notes Strictly Cursed - John Stones - 67 notes Surprising him - Pablo Gavi - 101 notes Anxious - Kylian Mbappe - 110 notes Cuddles - Mason Mount - 113 notes Daughter - Ben Chilwell - 74 notes My girlfriend - Mason Mount - 129 notes Drunk Ben - Ben Chilwell - 98 notes Girls Trip - Mason Mount - 95 notes Spain call up - Pablo Gavi - 149 notes Club - Mason Mount - 77 notes Sunset - Ben Chilwell - 95 notes Wedding location - Mason Mount - 94 notes Mini Ben - Ben Chilwell - 112 notes Can I have a kiss - Mason Mount - 98 notes Monaco - Mason Mount - 93 notes Baking - Pablo Gavi - 110 notes Trying to get pregnant - Mason Mount - 104 notes Holiday - Mason Mount - 145 notes Friends - Mason Mount - 90 notes Trouble sleeping - Ben Chilwell - 74 notes Dinner - Ben Chilwell - 69 notes Hates being away - Mason Mount - 112 notes Surprise birthday - Pablo Gavi - 101 notes Drunk girlfriend - Erling Haaland - 88 notes Are we okay? - Mason Mount - 111 notes You messed up - Mason Mount - 96 notes Arguing - Ben Chilwell - 85 notes I’m so gone - Mason Mount - 81 notes Instagram Files - Father’s Day - 103 notes

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Pretty much all the photos of Neymar that aren’t directly from him or official sources have been edited massively as well. People just want to shit on conventionally attractive players for a little while even if the weight gain is imaginary. Which is messed up on so many levels.

Muscle atrophy after an injury like this is crazy, look at some of Tyrone Mings’ recovery videos to see an example where he used to have pretty massive legs and they looked so small after. I’m not surprised Gavi wanted to wear oversized clothes to hide his frame (though he shouldn’t have to feel that way) as you can just imagine the comments about him being skinny. They already do it enough to Pedri who looks perfectly healthy and strong.

It's messed up and pathetic. Hating on players just because they're attractive and trying to prove they're not is a whole new level of being a loser.

Also idk if he wears oversized clothes to hide his frame or if that's just his style tbh so I don't want to assume.

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A Halloweeny date

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When you and your boyfriend were getting to know each other, he asked you about your hobbies. Your answer was anything horror related.

He thought it was cute. Dating a tough girl who wanted to watch scary movies. But he couldn't expect the extent of your obsession. However, he was about to really find out.

A couple of weeks before Halloween, you showed up at his house with a huge smile on your face.

"Someone is happy to see me", he said.

"Oh my God! I have the perfect Halloween plan for us!!"

"Halloween? I've never celebrated it. Do you want to watch horror movies or something?"

Watch horror movies or something? Lame.

"What? No, we could do that every other day. We are going on a trip!", you said, beaming. And then proceeded to show him the leaflet of the little town you had found and that was the perfect spooky escapade for the two of you.

"A ghost town? Are you serious?", he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Yes. I've always wanted to do something like this. But all my friends and exes thought it was a stupid idea. You don't think it's stupid, right?", you said, puppy eyes ready to convince him.

"Tell me the whole plan".

He really couldn’t say no to your puppy eyes.

And so you did. You had it all planned to the last detail.

First, you'll be going on a ghost town tour. Some of the locations looked stunning, and perfect to turn your IG feed into spooky perfection. Then, you'll go to the cabin you had rented in the middle of the woods. That was the perfect place for all the other activities planned. But you didn’t share many of those details with him yet, wanting to surprise him.

"And maybe we can add a sexy spooky game to the list", you said to him.

"Yeah? What kind of game?", he asked you. Hearing the words sexy and game probably made him forget everything else you mentioned.

"I'll think about it", you said, kissing him. "So, do you want to come?"

He sighed. "Ok, let's do this".

"Yes yes yes!!!", you yelled, jumping in his arms. “You are the best!”

“Where is this town? We've been driving for so long”, complained your boyfriend while you drove to your destination.

“Stop complaining! We're almost there”.

“Is it a ghost town because everyone that sets foot here gets killed?”, he said, looking outside at the scenery. “This looks a bit too creepy for my liking”.

“Of course it does. They make it look creepy to fit the theme. You really are terrible at spooky stuff”, you laughed.

When you arrived, you parked near the entrance of the tour. It all looked so good!

“Where are we staying? Near this area?”

“That’s a surprise!”, you said, kissing your boyfriend. “You won’t believe how amazing the place I rented is”.

And then took his hand so he would follow you.

“Ah!”, he screamed for the 10th time when a spiderweb touched his arm.

“Babe, you are overdoing it a bit”, you laughed.

“This is creepy. And I don’t like the feel of spiderwebs. It’s too dark and I can’t see them”.

“You are the one who said this was lame when we went to the first house and now you’re terrified”, you said with a smirk, you loved seeing him being such a baby. He was always the tough footballer. Well, it was your turn to be the tough one today.

“That sexy game you promised me better be good”, he said, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck.

“You won’t be disappointed. Now take a photo of me in front of this. It's going to look so cool".

An hour later, you finally made it out of the last house and reached the shop.

“Should we buy each other Halloween presents?”, you suggested.

“That’s not a thing, love. No one buys Halloween presents”.

“We could make it our thing. Who cares about rules?”

So you ended up buying him a t-shirt, even though you knew it was you who’ll end up wearing it while you stayed at his place, and he bought you a skeleton necklace that you started to wear the moment you got out of the shop.

“Okay then. Time to go to our home for the day”, you winked.

“Should I be scared?”

“Of me? Never”, you said with an evil laugh.

"A cabin? In the middle of the woods?", he said when he finally saw your destination.

"Yes. Here no one will hear you scream".

"Ha ha".

But when you got inside he was actually impressed. The cabin was gorgeous and had a huge fireplace you were ready to use to set the mood and to help with the October chill.

"Aww, they bought everything I asked for", you said, checking the bags that were in the kitchen. “I’ll leave the best review when we leave”.

"What is that?"

"Ingredients for our cooking and some drinks for a game, maybe?", you said, wiggling your eyebrows.

"Oh, you are getting me drunk before killing me. So nice of you", he said, making you laugh. "This place is amazing. Slightly terrifying because we’re in the middle of nowhere, but amazing. Like you".

His compliment made you so happy. You put your arms around his neck to bring him closer so you could kiss him and let him know how much his words meant to you.

"This is only sweets?", he asked, checking the bags.

"In the bags, yeah. There is real food in the fridge. Don't worry. I just thought we could make some homemade Halloweeny sweets. There are so many recipes online".

"Sounds fun. And I'm too far away from civilization for my coach to know".

"I'll help you burn the calories later", you winked.

You picked up a few recipes, including the marshmallow ghosts and some simple cookies also in the shape of a ghost that you could have fun decorating with the frosting. Kid's stuff but it's not as if you knew how to do much better when it came to baking.

"We can eat this while watching a movie".

"I thought watching a movie was a lame plan for today", he said.

"Just watching a movie is lame. But of course we have to watch one. I already picked the perfect one", you said, getting the DVD out of your bag and showing him the cover.

"Cabin in the woods? Really? Let me guess. It's about people in a cabin in the middle of the woods who get killed".

"Kinda. But it's not that great. Bit of a guilty pleasure, you know? And it's not that scary either. Oh, and it has Chris Hemsworth in it!"

"Really? Are we partially watching it because of him?"

"Nah, he doesn't even take his shirt off. That's the scariest part of the movie", you said, faking a shiver and making your boyfriend laugh.

"I'll take my shirt off for you", he said giving you a kiss.

"Much much better than Hemsworth".

Once you had your pizza and your sweets ready to be consumed, you moved to the sofa to watch the movie.

“Zombies? Really?”, said your boyfriend looking at you with a big smile. He told you many times before that the only movies he wasn’t scared of were zombie movies, so you picked that one as a thank you to him for playing along with all the other activities you had planned.

“Ok”, you said as the movie ended. “How about you get the fireplace going while I get everything ready for our game?”

“Ok…”.

You could notice his eyes following you. He was intrigued about what you had planned and you were really hoping he wouldn’t find it disappointing.

“So”, you started, putting all the things on the table. “I thought about doing a little quiz. And if we get the question wrong, we have to do something out of a few options”.

“I’m listening”.

“Well, just stripping was going to make the game end too quickly. We aren’t wearing much”, you laughed. “So that’s one of the options, which is highly encouraged if it’s you answering wrong. But also we could take a shot”, you said, showing him the tequila bottle. “Or we can do a little bit of drawing”.

“Drawing?”, he asked you, confused.

“Yes. I got this glow-in-the-dark body paint and thought we could paint each other. And then when we go to the dark for other types of playing…well, we’ll get to see our creations”.

“Only you could come up with that idea”, he laughed. “But I love it”.

Your smile was so big it almost occupied your entire face.

“But”, he said. “It can’t be a horror quiz because you’ll have a big advantage”.

“I thought about that too. I’ll ask you horror movie questions and you’ll ask me football questions”.

“You’re kidding”, he said, laughing so hard you frowned.

“I know. I know…I only know the name of your team and the stadium where you play. I’m the one at a disadvantage. That’s how much I love you. I could easily make it so I win and get to do whatever I want to you”.

“Oh, you’ll get to do whatever you want to me later”, he said, grabbing you by the waist and putting you in his lap before kissing you. “And I love you too. Should we start?”

You went back to your seat and put everything in front of you so it’d be easy to reach whenever you needed it.

“Ok, let’s start with an easy one”, he said, forcing you to make a face. “Kinda. Which team has won the most leagues in England?”

“Manchester City”, you said, remembering that was the team that won the last one. So they at least had one.

“No, Manchester United”.

“That’s what I said. Manchester”, you complained.

“City and United are not the same. It’s like…”, he thought of an example you could understand. “Like an original movie and a remake. Like the Nightmare on Elm Street one”.

That made you shudder. “And who’s the crappy horrible shouldn’t exist remake? City or United?”

“Depends who you ask”, he laughed.

“Ok, as a punishment for missing. Though I was very close, I must add. I’ll choose a shot!”

You licked the salt off your hand, took the shot and then saw your boyfriend with a lime wedge in his mouth. You laughed and crawled towards him to get the lime and then get a kiss too since you were already there.

“Your turn! Who’s the first character killed in the original Scream movie?”

“Oh, easy. Drew Barrymore’s”.

“Wrong!”

“What?”, he said, shocked. “It is her!”

“It’s her boyfriend Steve. Everyone forgets poor Steve. Your punishment?”

“I’ll take my shirt off”.

“Who won the last World Cup?”, was the next question for you.

“Eh…England? No, I would have noticed. Wait! Brazil!”

“Wrong, it was France”.

“Of course it was. Ok…how about you draw something on me?”

And so he moved you closer to him to try and draw a ghost on your thigh. The drawing itself wasn’t great, but he kept on tickling you with the brush and his fingers and made you laugh. He looked so cute all concentrated that you couldn’t help but give him little kisses. Even though he complained about you distracting him, you knew he didn’t mind at all.

Forty minutes later, you were both sitting in just your underwear, slightly tipsy and with all types of drawings all over your body. After getting a Champions League question wrong, you asked for another glowy tattoo and so your boyfriend got to work.

“Turn around”, he said.

“But I wanna see”.

“Turn around”.

And so you did. His cold hand moved from your neck all along your spine, making you shiver in the best way possible. When he got to your bum, he took advantage of you wearing a thong to draw on one of your bum cheeks. He gave it a little squeeze and a kiss when he was done.

When you turned back to face him, you stopped him from going back to his seat.

“You know. I’m tired of this game now, maybe we should move to the next one”.

“Should we go see how we glow in the dark?”, he laughed.

“Yeah…and to see how smudge-proof this paint really is”.

Hours later, you lay in each other’s arms and you couldn’t believe how happy you were at that moment. Today had really been the perfect day.

"Thank you for being such a good sport and putting up with all my weird tastes. No one has ever made me feel like I’m not a weirdo for liking what I like until I met you. It means so much to me", you said.

"I have to love all of you, don’t I? Happy Halloween, my love".

“Happy Halloween”.

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Happy Birthday

Anyone You Like

Her birthday is the perfect occasion to tell and show her how much he loves her.

She spent a long time hugging everyone, all the people she loved the most. The tears in her eyes were threatening to fall, because she felt incredibly touched by how everyone had gathered, without her knowing, to surprise her on her birthday.

All she could think about was how. How could everyone, even her best friend that lived out of town, be here? And then the question changed to who. Who could possibly have come up with the idea and arranged the whole surprise? Who was the mastermind? She knew that there was only one suspect.

Her boyfriend.

He was standing in the corner of the room watching everything happen, patiently waiting for his turn for her hugs and kisses. He stood there with a fond smile plastered across his face that she immediately caught when she finally found him. She approached him, her lips curving into a happy smile—a single tear rolling down her cheek but she quickly erased it with her fingers.

His hand reached for her waist, pulling her closer to him. Her hands sneaked around his middle and he wasted no time in wrapping his arms tight around her, slightly rocking her side to side.

“Happy birthday, my love,” he whispered.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, hugging him just as tight. Despite his busy schedule, he’d still managed to give her a birthday surprise. She made a mental note to make sure he knew how thankful she was.

She loosened her arms from him and searched for his face. His smile had faltered. There was more of a sentimental look on his face as he looked down at her; fondly, but there was a bit more to it, a mixture of gratitude and regret.

“You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met and I’m so lucky to have you.” His voice was almost a whisper, but still loud enough for her to hear. “You deserve the world and I’ll always make sure you have it.”

Her heart still felt warm from the surprise and all the greetings from her family and friends, but it felt even more full when she listened to his words. She could feel the love in his words, she could feel how much he meant it.

“Oh, baby…”

“I’m really grateful for you and I’m– I know life with me isn’t easy and I’m sorry that you always have to put up with me. But I can’t live without you, so thank you. Thank you for being with me.”

It felt like she was swept away by a wave of emotions, she couldn’t even stop the tears that were escaping her eyes. This time he was the one who wiped them out, before he proceeded to pamper her with kisses on her cheeks, drawing some soft chortles from her.

“I love you,” he said as he brushed his lips on hers. The soft pecks from him were more than enough to give her butterflies on her stomach.

“I love you too,” she replied. Her hands went to hold his face so she could stare deep into his eyes; they were glistening with tears as well. His lips curved into a smile and she found herself copying it. “And baby, you do give me the world and I’m so thankful to you. Even if you can’t give me the world, I’d still choose to be with you.”

“Hey, lovebirds.” A voice interrupted them and they both looked up. Her best friend was standing close by with a camera in her hands. “Smile for the camera!”

She let out a little giggle as they rested their heads on each other’s. They smiled for the camera and the camera shutter clicked, capturing the perfect moment that most likely would end up being the new wallpaper on her phone.

“That’s perfect. Can we get the dinner started now? ‘Cause I’m starving.”

She rolled her eyes as her best friend left, leaving the two of them alone again. He planted a kiss on her forehead and caressed her head.

“Let’s get it started, shall we?” he said and she nodded excitedly. He guided her to their assigned seats. She suddenly felt giddy as she realised that the whole room was even decorated with her favourite colours. The food was ready and there was a big cake in the middle of the long table. Everyone was all smiles and was already having a good time. It really looked like it would be a fun memorable night.

“I really thought that we were just going to celebrate it alone, just the two of us,” she said, clinging to his hand.

“We can still celebrate it alone. I might have reserved a dinner date for tomorrow.”

“Really?” Her eyes lit up again and he let out a chuckle upon her reaction. “You’re spoiling me!”

“You deserve it,” he said as he pulled her chair for her and she took her seat. “Spoiler alert. There’s also gonna be a special present waiting for you at home.”

She could only smile ear to ear, knowing how lucky she was to have him, the most loving and caring person, to be her boyfriend. He always meant it when he said he would always give her the best and he never failed to prove it. He would always make her feel loved, and her birthday was the perfect occasion to do it, he’d never miss the chance.

A party with her closest ones, a dinner date tomorrow, and a present waiting at home? She didn’t think that her birthday could get better than this.

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miss @whiskeypowder asked me to write a birthday imagine since it’s my birthday today so i did🙃 i guess we can end the break now and start writing again!

tell me if you liked this and who you imagined this with! i’ll open my requests soon, i’ll post about it hopefully in the next few days😊

i wrote this imagining hendo and listening to this beauuutiful song that’s currently a hit in my country❣️

My Masterlist🤍

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