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[niftynellie]

OBSESSED 🤩

“BLUE SHORTS!” - Trent Alexander-Arnold

WARNINGS: feminine pronouns used, reader prays (?), strong language, i don’t think there’s cussing but i can’t remember

You walk into the studio for today’s video, completely overwhelmed and frantic. All the guys told you was that you would be making a video about football. Obviously, this wasn’t much help.

Since they didn’t tell you much, you decided to just come in your normal “football clothes.” Which consisted of an old english jersey with the word “Kane” printed on the back, along with some old blue shorts you’d had since you were a teenager.

You figured all of them would be wearing their respective football jerseys, so you didn’t think you’d look out of place.

Instead, you walk into all of them in suits, looking like children who wanted to look professional but failed miserably.

“What are you guys wearing?! I thought we were playing football?” You shrieked, horrified that there would be a surprise guest while you looked incredibly unprofessional.

“Um no? Didn’t Niko tell you what we’re doing?” Chunkz said, trying to stop himself from laughing, but his classic smile gave him away instantly.

“All he said was football? How else am I supposed to take that?” you spoke, trying to compose yourself, “I literally have no other clothes! What am I supposed to do? What even are we doing?”

Before they could respond to your question, you hear Darkest coming down the hall, along with a familiar scouse accent.

“Oh God please no.” You say to yourself, going to put your hands in front of you to pray.

Although, your prayers are silenced when you hear, “Well now that y/n is here, we can finally start. Sorry Trent.”

Your heart drops, there is absolutely, positively no way that you just heard one of your friends introduce the Trent Alexander-Arnold. Especially when you’re sat here looking like a 14 year old on her way to football practice.

You screw your eyes shut, mentally preparing to turn around and meet the English boy.

“Kane eh?” Your heart stops, like actually stops. You’re convinced you’ll drop to the ground this instant. You spin around to answer, before one of the guys tries to be smart.

“Uh yeah? It was this or Iniesta.” You say nervously. Incredibly grateful you didn’t wear your Spain jersey, which would’ve made this greeting very awkward.

“I think I like this one better then.” he states confidently, his cocky smirk painted on his face. You turn back around to look at the ground, trying to hide the visible embarrassment on your face.

“Well, are we ready?” Niko says loudly, capturing everybody’s attention. Murmurs of “yep”, and “yes” are heard as you all start to walk toward the main part of the studio.

You walk behind the crowd, hoping for everyone to forget about you for a second so you can sneak off to the bathroom to search for other clothing in you bag. But the exact opposite happens.

“So y/n, would you like to lead the way, since you had way more important things to do other than meeting Mr. Alexander-Arnold.” Aj says, saying the last part in his terrible attempt at a scouse accent.

“Oh shut up Aj.” you say quickly, looking up from you bag for a brief second. The boys continue their ruthless teasing in front of Trent. “Yeah, maybe getting something professional to change into?” Niko said, a pesky smirk growing on his face.

“Okay well it’s not my fault you didn’t tell me we would be filming with a literal pro footballer.” You say, starting to get tired of their antics.

Not only were you incredibly embarrassed from the clothes you were wearing, which wouldn’t normally be embarrassing, but now that you were in the presence of a great footballer, it seemed terrible. It didn’t help that Trent was also extremely attractive. The fact that you looked like this when meeting him sat at the back of your mind, almost teasing you.

Instead of fighting with the boys, you just quickly walked to the front, in order to get the spot farthest from Trent.

You make your way to the table taking a seat, near the left end of the table. Sharky sits next to you with a smile, while Kenny sits next to him. You see Chunkz sit a seat away from you, thinking that Niko would probably fill the seat and Trent would sit on the other side. Wrong. Trent takes the seat next to you with a laugh.

You scoot closer to Sharky, ignoring your desire to be closer to the handsome scouse boy. “What'd ya’ doing? You’re practically on top of me.” Sharky says, finding the situation funny. Before you can open your mouth to tell him to be quiet, you’re moved to the right forcefully. Almost falling on top of Trent, “Ya’ good there?” He says quietly. Visibly flustered, you start, “Oh my, I’m sorry, I just lost balance.” You finish the encounter off with a weak smile and a scoot away from the boy.

As soon as everyone is situated, the cameras start rolling. You felt so out of place with the boys in suits, but you tried your hardest to ignore it.

You looked up at the “footballers” in front of you, you found out that the objective of the video was to find out which person was the professional player.

You were almost clueless without Trent’s inputs. Of course you had played football since primary, and loved football your whole life, but the facades the players were putting on made it hard. Not to mention the overwhelming nervousy from sitting next to a Liverpool superstar.

Two people have been voted out so far, feeling successful with your group’s decision. The boys suddenly burst into a laughing fit, you ignore them, looking down at your notes. Even though there were only about two actual pieces of information while the rest dazzled with little doodles

“Whaddya’ thinkin’? I’m still a bit confused with the ninja turtle.” Trent says, unexpectedly close to your ear. He finishes the sentence with a soft laugh that fills you with butterflies. You move your eyes to meet his, “Oh I don’t really know.” You say with a small giggle, “I feel like the ninja turtle bruv is pretty good, even if he’s not the pro, he has good potential, y’know?” You finish your statement. He kisses his teeth, “He’s good, definitely could be the pro.” He says, seemingly ticked off.

“Don’t worry, you’re better.” you tell him, noticing how his confidence faltered when you said that. In fact, anytime anybody said anything about the ninja turtle, you could feel* the way his confidence shattered a bit.

“You think?” He said, slightly teasing you. “Oh definitely.” You say with an assured smile. “By the way, don’t listen to any of the teasing these guys do, they think they’re funny.” You finish, making sure he didn’t take it seriously.

“Thank you, y/n. I’ll remember that.” He says with a wink.

You look back down at your notes, trying to hide the spreading blush on your face. A sharp yell brings you out of your trance. “We’re gonna need you for the next one.” Aj says, “You remember how to defend a goal, yeah?” Chunkz questions. “Yeah?” You say, unsure of why you’re agreeing.

You played goalie for your school’s team from the age of eight, all the way to your last year of schooling. You were pretty good, always in the starting eleven, and a good amount of clean sheets.

The cameras started rolling once again, you thought Chunkz and Aj were just bantering, not meaning anything behind their “teasing.”

“And for round 4, we’ll be testing how good these players can kick a penalty. But the twist is, they’ll be against a world-class goalie!” Aj yelled to the cameras.

You felt them look at you, along with the cameras pointing specifically towards you.

“Miss Y/l/n, will you please step up to the goal and show these players what you’ve got!” Niko says, mostly to the camera.

You got up shamefully, feeling Trent’s eyes on you the whole time. “But she hasn’t got any gloves. That could be dangerous, y'know.” Trent said, giving you a toothy smile, seemingly flirting with you.

“Oh she’s fine! They’ll make sure to do strictly floor shots.” Chunkz said, his familiar smirk on his face.

You wanted to die, genuinely. Even though you did love your position, that you’ve played your entire life. Just diving in general could be quite embarrassing.

You positioned yourself in the goal, recalling the techniques your coaches had taught you through the years.

The first to shoot was Cameron, you already felt like this could be the professional. You looked towards the table, ready to make a joke. But when you looked over, you saw Trent eyeing you, a small smirk on his face.

You looked away quick, slightly embarrassed that your joke was wiped completely out of your mind.

You watched him walk up to the ball, you slightly moved your hand in the air, trying to distract him. He geared to kick left, but at the last minute he went right and you dived so the ball met your hands.

You got up off the ground to be met with all of the boys celebrating you, jumping up and down. You see Trent walk up with them, suddenly he’s behind you, throwing his arms around your neck lazily, starting to jump up and down.

You jump with them, feeling ecstatic from the way Trent beamed with proudness.

You thought you were dreaming, like actually. Just before this shoot, you knew of Trent, his talent, and his incredible looks. Now he was stood behind you, celebrating you blocking an amateur shot.

Once all of them walked back to the table, you shared a look with Trent, giving you more confidence. Although Aj had caught onto this look, “Ay! What’s that look?” He yelled, catching the attention of the rest of them.

Suddenly the penalty was forgotten about, instead they were making jokes about you and Trent. “I knew she loved football, didn’t know she loved footballers just as much.” Niko said. “Ay, Trent if you want a moment alone with her you could’ve just asked!” Aj said, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Wild.” You muttered, a bit of a “catchphrase” for you. You tried to cover the blush on your face with false disgust. Trent wore a smile through the whole thing, unabashed, almost like he was agreeing with them.

“Alright can we go back to the pens? You lot are just gross!” You yell at them. “Yeah, yeah.” Chunkz said, gesturing to the next “professional” to have a go.

One goal got past you, but most of them were pretty easy. You returned to the table, still shaken from the previous attention on you.

The episode was almost finished, we were about to vote out the last person. You voted whatever person Trent did, not wanting to be blamed if you were wrong.

•

Your’s and Trent’s votes ended up being correct, you successfully voted out all the imposters. It was time for the other “players” to come back in.

They cracked jokes all around you, you stayed out of most of it, laughing when needed, pointing out important stuff. You wanted Trent’s attention off of you, as much as you liked him, you became flustered whenever he spoke to you, so you decided to avoid the embarrassment completely.

Filming was over, the boys still going on about the win. “Hey Y/n, ya’ know where the toilets are, or if there even is one here.” Trent finished with a laugh, “Oh yeah! I’m actually heading there now.” You return the laugh and begin to lead him to the bathroom area. Your plan was to grab a hoodie from the storage closet near the toilets.

You walked down the hall for a bit, Trent uttered a “thank you” with a smile as you continued walking into the storage closet that was right next to the men’s room. “Sure.” You returned, reaching an arm into the closet. You ended up pulling a hoodie that you thought was Sharky’s, one that he left here a while back and never grabbed it, a small white nike symbol embroidered on the right corner.

You looked around the small place, the boys now treated this like a lost and found, but they just lost stuff, never looking for anything. As you picked up a crew neck examining the Primo label printed across, it looked like it’d never been worn, you left it on the small table that accompanied the junk in the small closet.

“Oh you changed the jersey? I liked it on ya’, but the blue looks nice with them shorts.” Trent complimented you, although you jumped, not expecting to hear his voice.

“Oh yeah, it’s been a bit cold here y’know?” You tried to joke, but it sounded more nervous than anything. He smiled at you, “Hey Y/n, that wouldn’t be your boyfriend’s hoodie, would it?” he inquired, the smile slowly fading when he finished. “No! Wait, you don’t think I'm with one of the boys, I think I’d rather break my arm. Do people think I’m just one of their girlfriends when we’re together? God that’s awful.” You rambled, you couldn’t stop yourself, the thought itself made you want to cry, the boys were strictly* brothers to you.

“I mean- it’s a consideration, you look to be pretty close with Sharky.” He responded, his smile coming back as he realized you were single.

“Gosh no, I’d never look at him like that.” You said with a giggle. “But why do you care Mr. Arnold?” You asked, a smirk appearing on your face.

“Well I thought it’d be wrong to ask Sharky’s girlfriend for her number, considering we’re friends now.” He said back, content with his answer.

Your face became a bit warm, “It’s a good thing Sharky’s ‘girlfriend’ isn’t dating Sharky.” You said, putting air quotes around “girlfriend.”

“Can I get it then?” He took a step closer. “Maybe” You spoke, dragging out the E. “C’mon, don’t play with me like that.” He retorted in a hushed tone. “Gimme your phone, babes.”

He pulled it out of his pocket, opening the phone app quickly, eager to get a pretty girl’s number. You took it with a smile, typing your number in. Adding a quick “y/nnnnnnn 😚” as the contact name.

“Thanks.” He replied with a small laugh, noticing the contact name. You both walked back down the hall, preparing to hear the boys make a big deal out of it.

bee speaks! i’m sorry this took forever to get out, i’ve been super busy with summer activities and just mental health in general. also im not very confident with my writing so it’s always kinda hard to publish something and think that you guys will like it. all love, bee!

[niftynellie]

• Bubble-hawk •

Pairings: reader x Jude Bellingham

Warnings: fluff

Moving in together was something you and Jude had spent alot of your relationship fantasising about, those dreams only increasing in need and want when Jude made the move over to Dortmund and you began university. The two of you would squeeze in facetimes and text messages every second you could find in your busy schedules, and almost always the conversation would move to how much easier and simpler your relationship would be if there wasn't a literal ocean between you. Of course you both traveled back and fourth between the UK and Germany whenever you could but it still wasn't the same. You even found yourslef wishing on a few occasions that he still lived at home with his parents like he did before. When you would sneak in through his bedroom window each night just to fall asleep beside him and leave in the morning before either of your mums would notice.

Years after those little "I can't wait until I can come home to you everydays" began, it was finally your reality. Thought the first week had been nothing less of a nightmare. But even With shipping companys delivering late and a cupbaord shelf caving in causing a landslide of plates crashing to the ground, you couldn't be happier that you were finally settled in and the weekend had arrived. There was still little bits of work that needed to be done around the house before you would fully consider yourself moved in but after spending the first week with Jude everything was quickly becoming home to you.

One of the many things that drew you and Jude to the house, were the bathrooms. They were gorgeous. You particularly felt drawn to the larger then life bathtub in the en suit for yours and Judes bedroom. Instantly picturing how relaxing your sunday self care sessions would be in a bath of that size.

You'd been looking forward to it for much longer than you cared to admit. So when sunday evening rolled around you basically skipped up the stairs after you'd put the dishes from dinner into the washer and left Judes waiting for him on the side, knowing he wasn't far away from being home after a he'd played in a match earlier in the day.

Once in the bathroom you closed the door behind you, not really caring to much about locking it, your first step in the never changing routine was to set up your playlist the sound of SZA's voice filled the room as you happily danced around grabbing everything you needed.

You weren't aware of how long exactly you'd taken to gather everything and start running the bubble bath and you were sure it hadn't been to long. But soon enough with your back to the door you heared it creep open. you were looking down at the tub checking you hadn't run it to hot or cold, when you felt Jude's arms wrap around your waist and his chin drop down onto your shoulder.

"hey baby" you spoke softly spinning in his grip to face him placing a sweet kiss on his pouty lips. "you started without me" he teased nodding over to the skincare you'd laid out on the side. "I didn't think you were serious when you said you wanted to join in" you huffed a laugh "let me just have my bath then we'll start" you said unraveling from the mans arms as you remembered it was in fact still running behind you. You turned the tap off satisfied with the depth, warmth and bubble ratio.

But by the time you'd done that Jude was already tugging his shirt up over his head, "we'll just share to save time" he joked, his joggers quickly falling to the floor beside his discarded shirt. Jude slide into the bath first as you still stood in your robe. His arms stretched out to rest along the edge of the bath has he leant back sighing happily the bubbles covering him. He looked up at you with a smirk reaching out and tugging the tie on your robe making it fall open. "come on baby get in, cold without you"

You shook your head laughing as you left your robe hung on the side and went to get into the bath, your original idea was to sit opposite Jude and face him. But as you stepped in his hands went to your waist rearanging you sit between his legs. Tugging you so your back rested against his chest. "much better" he stated. The two of your wearing matching smiles, as you both relished in the comfort of the warm water and eachothers presence. you silently praising whoever chose to build such a large tub, it really was the perfect size for two.

No words were spoken for a few moments, you both sat in silence listening to whatever song was now playing. Judes hands left the tub edge and came forward his fingers playing with the tips of your hair that floated ontop of the water. "want me to wash your hair" he asked, though it sounded more like a statement rather then a question. You sat up slightly and looked over your shoulder at him, "only if you let me do yours too" you countered, knowing that as much as he loved to take care of you he was also tired from a long day and needed the care and attention aswell.

Jude nodded in agreement before he went to reach for the shampoo, though he hesitated slightly when he saw the amount if bottles beside him. You laughed before picking up the right bottle and handed it to him. He squeezed out the product and got to work lathering it into your roots. His fingers massaging your scalp at the same time, you let out a sigh releshing in the feeling, making him grin. Jude rinsed the shampoo out from your hair and continued on with the conditioner. A smile never left your lips and you were having a hard time telling if it was the water that was keeping you so warm or if it was the growing feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Jude finished and you switched places your back now against the edge and Jude between your legs. He sat scooping up bubbled in his hands as you worked your way through his hair routine, blowing them out of his palms and getting them all over the bathroom floor. When you were done Jude spun around and sat opposite you, a cheeky smirk replacing his smile. He scooped up another handful of bubbles and blew them over into your face. Laughing as you wiped them out fo your eyes. A playful frown tugging at your features had him lunging forward clutching even more bubbles, so many you were surprised that there were even any left in the bath after his antics. He dumped the handful ontop of your head and another cackle left his lips. Jude grabbed your wrists and stopped you from swiping the bubbles away.

"you know..." he trailed off his tingue poking his cheek in concentration as he reached up and started shaping the blob of bubbles. "...maybe a mohawk is the look for you" he chuckled sitting back and admiring his work. You laughed along with him as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. "It's definitely a look. I dont know about it being the look" you giggled shaking the blob from ontop your head.

"no no, I think we're onto something here, the bubble mohawk is really gonna catch on" he teased his hands dropping onto your knees as they were proped up beside him.

"the bubble-hawk" you mocked, his eyes instantly lighting up as he laughed.

[niftynellie]

• Cats and cuddles •

Pairings: John stones x reader

Warnings: just pure fluff

You quietly pushed through the front door making sure you didn’t make a sound. It wasn’t unreasonably late by the time you’d returned home from dinner and with your friends, but it was late enough that your three year old daughter should have been tucked away in her bed fast asleep.

Ditching your shoes and your bag beside the door, you were slightly surprised you hadn’t heard the soft padding of paws coming to greet you. Usually Dave the cat was the first out of your small little family to greet you at the door whenever you got home. Though tonight he didn’t seem to be anywhere at all.

Making your way upstairs, careful you didn’t trip in the dark hall, the sound of hushed voices reached your ears. You frowned slightly, pulling your phone from the back pocket of your jeans and saw the time was just a little past 9pm. And just as quickly as the question of who the voices belonged to popped into your mind, it was answered.

The question was answered as you reached the top of the steps, seeing the thin streak of light coming from your barely open bedroom and hearing the soft girly giggle of a toddler quickly be shushed by the deep tone you knew to belong to your husband.

You shook your head smiling to yourself, John was nothing but a pushover when it came to your daughter, Millie. And clearly without your backup he’d lost the daily battle that was bedtime. Not that you were surprised. Millie may be young but she was smart and she knew exactly what to say to get her way with the city defender.

Pushing into the bedroom slowly you heard another shush come from your husband and the giggles stop. Peaking your head round the door you were greeted with the sight of John sat up against the headboard, Dave the cat curled up on his lap a bright grin on his face.

“Hey baby, how was dinner with the girls?” He asked, very obviously nodding his head towards your side of the bed. You narrowed your eyes playfully, “it was nice, the food was unbelievable” you answered as normal as you looked to your side and saw the very obvious wriggly lump hiding under the covers. A hushed laugh leaving your lips, you played along.

“Is mills asleep? Do you think I should go in and give her a Goodnight kiss” you teased slipping quickly into your Pyjamas. “No” a small voice whispered.

“No no no, she’s fast asleep, basically dead to the world there’s no point” John convinced trying to hold back a laugh, earning himself another cheeky giggle from the little one.

You smiled, you know you should probably be a little annoyed that millie was still awake considering how hard it had been to get her into the bedtime routine as it was, but the moment was far to wholesome for you to even be bothered by that right now.

“Alright then, I guess I’ll just have to get into bed myself then” you said mirroring the grin John had on his own face, his hands running up and down the Dave’s back as he watched you walk over to the bed. Making your footsteps that little bit heavier so Millie could hear you coming.

Once you were beside the bed your fingers reached for the covers, you and John sharing one more grin before you swung the covers back. The second you did Millie sprung up “boo” she squealed her arms wide, Dave sprung from his spot on John spooked by the sudden movement. You dramatically gasped your hands covering your mouth as Millie fell into Johns arms the both of them cackling wildly.

“What are you doing in here missy” you poked as you climbed into bed beside the pair, Millie’s laughs still rolling from her lips as she reached away from John and grabbing onto you.

“Daddy said I could sleep here” she said curling into your side as you tucked the covers over yourself. “Did he know?” You asked, though it was more directed to the man soothing the spooked cat on his lap rather than your daughter.

“Mmmh” he hummed, “only because I made someone promise they’d eat all their veggies at dinner” he said nudging his mini-me with his elbow. Millie now firmly squeezed in the middle of you and John, keeping you both separate.

“I did, carrots AND peas” Millie proudly stated through a yawn, you smiled softly feeling her little arms wrap around your bicep, using you like a stuffed toy. Glancing up at John, you saw he’d slumped down the bed no longer resting against the headboard now softly laid on his pillow. Covers tucked up over his chest and Dave back to being curled in his lap.

“Good girl baby, your gonna get all big and strong if you keep that up” you whispered and hand running through her brown hair. Millie smiled up sleepily, her eyes drooping ever so slightly. “Just like daddy” she mumbled before another ginormous yawn left her tiny lips.

As if possible Johns grin got brighter, and your heart almost burst into a million pieces. “Mummy shush now, we sleep” Millie scolded before you could say another word. A huffed laugh left both yours and Johns lips at the little girls attitude, “that’s all you” he muttered, before reaching a hand over and cupping your cheek, pulling you gently towards him. You leant over the girl beside you and placed a sweet peck onto your husbands lips “goodnight love” you whispered. He pulled you back for another smiling into it before letting you lay back down settled on your own side of the bed before he reached for his lamp.

“Good night my pretty girls” he spoke hushed, before switching the lamp off.

[niftynellie]

„i don’t see the point of this.“ jude frowns, hands resting on his hips as he watches you carefully.

he stood behind you, as you look at the shelf of plushies displayed in front of you.

so many, yet not one that was perfect.

rolling your eyes, you turn to face him briefly before focusing on the plushies again, “i think we are ready for it.” your voice is confident, no signs of backing away.

the confusion on your boyfriends face was still present, he didn’t understand what you meant. ready for what exactly?

“babe,” he begins, moving to stand next to you. however, you cut him off, holding the perfect plushy in your hands, excitement painted on your features.

“meet our son!” as soon as you said it, jude sighed, shaking his head.

“babe, what?”

your body moves closer to his, looking at his eyes, quietly pleading him to agree to whatever you had in mind.

“look, he even has your eyes and my hair color! he looks just like his father.” you explain, pressing you ‘son’ against your chest, eyes never leaving judes face.

instead of saying anything, jude laughed, thinking you were joking. but the look in your eyes told him otherwise, quieting down his laugh. you won’t give up, that much he can tell.

“be for real, dude.” he took the plushy out of your hands, eyes looking all over it. yeah, its fluff resembled your hair, and it indeed had dark brown eyes, but really? your son? this bear is supposed to be your son? what were you talking about?

“i am!” you groan, hands pulling on judes sweater to pull him even closer to your body. “i think we are ready to start a family, i want you to be my baby daddy.”

he opened his mouth, ready to tell you to put it away. or maybe he should tease you? telling you that there were other ways of him being your baby daddy. but, your excitement stopped him, softening his stern eyes and melting his heart.

“you’re really cute, y’know?” tilting his head, his hand rests at your cheek, caressing it gently. how could he ever way no to you?

“you can even pick the name if you want.” your arms were now wrapped around his waist, swinging your bodies from side to side, not caring if someone would see you.

“archibald.”

“never mind, i’ll choose one.”

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im at work but fuck them kids u guys come first fr 💯🫂

[niftynellie]

conversations w jude via text (!) 💬

author’s note : headcanon for what i think random convos w jude would be like.

05:05 AM 28 / 03 / 23

you :

jude :

babe it’s 5 in the morning what

the fuck is that

you :

bell egg n ham jude

hehehehehe

jude :

i love you

but you scare me sometimes

you :

skill issue 🫵

14:44 PM 31 / 03 / 23

you :

you’re such a slut

jude :

and what about it

you :

it’s so obnoxiously hot

always flashing those thighs

jude :

you love riding ‘em anyway

you :

yeah ☹️

you’re so fine it hurts

jude :

same goes for you my love

11:11 AM 01 / 04 / 23

jude :

just met this grandma at the

supermarket

she recognized who i was

she bought me some oranges

i felt bad but she kept insisting

you know you’ve made it when an

elderly person knows who you are

you :

THAT’S SO ADORABLE <33

pls tell me u bought smth for her

she sounds like the sweetest soul

ever

jude :

i paid for her groceries

you :

gosh i’m so in love with u

01:07 AM 02 / 04 / 23

you :

pls do this xx

buzzfeed–quiz–what–taylor–swift

–album–are–you

jude :

it’s 1 am, go to sleep

i got lover btw

you :

NO WAYY

you’re actually so lover

gn my lover 🫀

10:22 AM 02 / 04 / 23

you :

i swear pigeons are actually remote

controlled or smth

just came out of the shower to find

a random pigeon sitting by my window

staring right at me

im naked??

jude :

oh that’s just my secret agent

bobert

you :

wtf is a bobert

jude :

he’s a good boy

[niftynellie]

hey can u write a fic for jude where he has a nightmare and wakes up crying and the reader calms him down after he calms down he sleeps on her chest holding her tightly

J. Bellingham-Nightmare

Fluff

Your eyes fluttered open as you repeatedly but faintly heard your name beating called. You were still half asleep and confused, your body and eyelids tired. But when the calls of your name didn’t stop, you started to panic. Slowly you turned over in your bed groaning in the process. You tried to make out your surroundings, blinking the sleep away. Your sight landed on Jude, who was lying shirtless next to you, his body slightly shaking and his eyes squeezing uncomfortably. His lips escaping short but quiet mumbles of your name. As the realisation hit you you sat up fast, the covers falling onto your lap.

Oh god you knew this too well. You reached your arms out, slightly caressing his Bizeps shaking him carefully, trying to wake him.

„Jude“ „Baby“ you quietly called his name in a sweet voice over and over again. Your face scrunched up in worry for your boyfriend. His face was twitching as a tear left his eye.

“Jude wake up, please” your voice pleading, your hands never left his arm running your hand up and down trying to bring him comfort.

A groan escaping his mouth as his eyes slowly fluttered open, making out his surroundings in panic. His breathing fast and uncontrolled. He sat up as your hand found his bare back,his muscles relaxing under your touch. His body was sticky from sweat still slightly shaking, his heart pounding at a rapid pace in his rib cage. Looking frantically around until Jude found your face your eyes already focused on him. His features were covered in panic, slights realaxing as he saw you.

“Baby, everything’s okay, breathe with me” you quietly said. Your body was turned to him one hand tracing circles on his back the other one holding onto his arm. His eyes were fixed on yours as his breath calmed down, his chest heaving now slowly. Judes brown eyes were fixated on yours. The moon shining in through the window lighting up your face. His heartbeat slowed down as he looked at you. His body and mind instantly calmer, comforting him. You were his comfort and you were right here next to him.

Still a certain panic and fear in his body, a lone tear spilled out his eye. Your hand instantly reached up, wiping it away as Judes warm hand reached up and laid on top of yours, your hands resting on his cheek. He looked at you just focused on your face.

“I’m here Jude, another nightmare?” you questioned as he nodded. He had another nightmare, these had been happening frequently, they were a cause of the stress that came from football and the champions league and all the pressure that was on him. Most of the time he woke up in panic but you were always there to comfort him to take away his fear and to make him fall asleep again as you stayed awake until he fell asleep.

You two quietly sat in your bedroom as Judes body calmed down and his muscles relaxed. The tears stopping. Your eyes never leaving each others faces, his head leaned into the touch of your hand finding comfort in it. You leaned forward your foreheads resting against each others. He leaned closer so your nose slightly brushed as you both closed your eyes. You could feel his breath on your skin. Both finding comfort in the other person.

“It’s okay I am here” you whispered. He leant even closer his lips finding your engulfing you into a warm soft kiss. Your lips against his, calming him even more making his bad thoughts go away. After a short while you pulled away looking at him.

“You wanna try to sleep again” “if you wake up again I will be here” your voice quiet but soothing.

“Can you” “-take me into your arms” he questioned quietly looking hopefully at you. You smiled, shifting your body to lie back down as you opened your arms inviting your boyfriend to lie in them. A smile appeared on his face as he lied back down, resting his head on your chest so the top of his head was under your chin. The rest of his body lying partly on top of you as you closed your arms around him protectively, engulfing him in a hug. His warm body warming you as your hand traced small shapes on his bare shoulders. You kissed the top of his head.

“everything is fine, Jude” “I love you” your hand still grazing his smooth skin as you left a kiss on his head. His arms at yours sides, his big hands resting there, and his face nuzzled into your chest, inhaling your scent that he called home.

“I love you too, thank you” you heard Jude mumble quietly already falling asleep to your steady heartbeat. In the comfort of the arms belonging to the love of his life.

[niftynellie]

Showers ❀✿

Pairing: Mason Mount x fem!reader

Warning: smut, disgustingly sweet fluff

Summary: showering with Mason and doing skincare with him (🥹) but he can't control himself so reader has to give him a handjob 🫣

A/N: what I would give to experience this. I was actually in two minds about including the smut in this just because it was so romantic and sweet but I decided to keep it in because it's only a little bit smutty 😉

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Mason was absolutely drained, there was no arguing that fact. He'd been working his arse off in training and you knew it was starting to become overwhelming for him. You were desperate to help him release some of the tension in anyway you could, but from being with Mason for so long you learnt that just your presence was enough to do that.

You sat on the sofa patiently waiting for your boyfriend to come home from training, wanting to smother him in your love and affection. You heard his car park on the drive before he opened the front door, and when you checked the time you realised he was home earlier than normal. "I'm home love" He said, smiling widely when he saw you. You walked over to him as he engulfed you in his arms. "You're back earlier than normal. Everything okay?" You nuzzled your head more into his chest as he rested his chin on top of it. "Yeah, I just wanted to come home to you. Skipped the shower and everything." You pulled your head away and held his face in your hands. "I can tell. Think you need to go and get in that shower right now." You pretended to pull a face of disgust that made Mason burst out laughing, a sound you hadn't properly heard in too long. "Oi watch it you." He pinched your bum lightly before turning on his heels towards the stairs. He reached out to grab your hand "come on then."

You smiled and took his hand as you both made your way to the bathroom. Showing together wasn't uncommon, physical touch was one of yours and Mason's main love languages, so the chance to share such intimate moments with each other was something that you both valued. Mason turned on the shower, making sure that it was hot, too hot for him but he knew that's how you liked them. You helped to undress each other, flashing grins everytime you both made eye contact. There was nothing sexual about it, instead a mutual need to be close to each other.

Once the shower was warm enough Mason held your hand and guided you both into the shower. Times like this made you eternally grateful at the size of his house, resulting in him having a large enough shower for you both to fit in comfortably. You both stood under the water, letting the steam consume you both as Mason had you wrapped in his arms. He pressed a few gentle kisses on top of your now wet hair before releasing his grip and grabbing your shampoo. "You don't have to do that Mase" you said softly as you watched him lather it up in his hands as he shook his head, "I want to." You smiled and closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around his waist as he gently worked his hands through your hair. Once he was sure it was washed he tilted your head up by lifting your chin with his finger so he could rinse it out with water. Once he'd done than he applied conditioner in his hands and ran it through your hair before pulling away, knowing that you usually let your conditioner sit in your hair for a few minutes.

While you waited you grabbed Mason's shampoo, mirroring his actions as you leaned up on your tiptoes. Realising your discomfort he leaned his head down, moving his hands to cup your boobs and massage them lightly. "I'm so happy you don't use a 3-in-1 anymore. Can't believe you used to live like that before I met you." Mason chuckled into your shoulder. "You've converted me." "Mhm, still need to work on your skincare routine though. Head up please." You rinsed the shampoo out of his hair before putting conditioner in his, another thing you'd made him add to his routine. "What? I wash my face and moisturise. Just cause I don't use a million different products like you." He rolled his eyes but you caught the amusement in his voice. You pulled his hair gently as to not hurt him "watch it mount.". You pecked him on the lips as you washed the conditioner out, him doing the same to you.

You turned around, bending slightly to choose a shower gel and unintentionally turning Mason on. "Right, you can choose the smell. Vanilla or lavender? I think you should choose the lavender because it will help you relax." "Yeah right, you just wanna use that because it's your favourite." You turned around with the shower gel, faking a look of hurt "I would never." You noticed his semi but decided to leave him alone instead of doing your normal teasing.

You grabbed a loofah and gently began to wash down Mason's body, his eyes falling shut as he let out small hums of appreciation. "Turn around so I can wash your back darling." Mason turned without a word, before turning back once you told him you were done. You moved the loofah down both his arms before going down his chest and stomach.

You couldn't help but notice his dick pressing against your thigh. His eyes were still closed so you moved back slightly to spit on your hand before taking him in it. He let out a breathy moan and rested his head in the crook of your neck. You moved your hand up and down slowly. Not slowly enough to tease him but at the same time the right pace to help relax him. Your other hand stroked the back of his neck with your nails. Mason let out small whimpers, normally when he was tired he became more submissive and that was something you loved more than you would ever admit to him. His hands had found their way to your waist as they gripped it softly, his breath warn on your neck and it was growing heavier and faster by the second. You felt him twich in your hand and you knew he was close, so you pressed a light kiss to the side of his head "Are you close love" He simply nodded and he bucked his hips forward a few times before finishing over your hand and thigh, whimpering as he did. He stayed in that position for a bit, pressing open mouthed kisses of gratitude on your neck as you ran your nails up and down his back. After he'd caught his breath he pulled his head back to look at you, cupping your cheeks in his hands. "Thank you. Didn't realise how much I needed that." He let out a breathy laugh before pressing his lips to yours. In that moment you felt as though nothing else mattered. Mason was your entire world and he was yours.

"Let me clean you up then we can get settled in bed, it's too hot in here I'm going abit dizzy" He grabbed the loofah and ran it over your body and you found the fact that he was paying extra attention to your boobs was amusing to you. "You sure you're not dizzy because your girlfriend is absolutely legendary with her hands?" You teased and you raised your eyebrows at him. "I can't argue with that darling."

Once he'd finished he turned off the shower, wrapping you up in a towel and handing you one for your hair as he tied a towel over his waist. You both dried each other off, exchanging kisses in the middle. Mason handed you some underwear and one of his hoodies to wear as he pulled on some fresh boxers.

"babe, can we do one of your face masks tonight?" His voice was quiet, almost as if he was embarrassed to ask and his face was decorated with a light blush. "Course we can, let me just brush my hair and we can. Go wash your face n wait for me in the bathroom love." You flashed him a side smile that made his heart flip. It amazed him just how much he loved you, he would do absolutely anything for you and knowing you'd do the same made him happier than he could ever describe.

Mason made his way back into the bathroom, carefully following your instructions. Despite this now practically becoming a weekly ritual for Mason to join you on your skincare nights, he still got shy asking about it.

He smiled from ear to ear when you appeared behind him, quickly washing your face before you both made the hard decision to choose which face mask you were going to use. "Which one do you want? I chose the shower gel so you can choose the face mask." Mason pretended to think hard, but he always chose the same one every week, a cucumber face mask that he was especially fond of because it 'smells and feels nice'. You grabbed two matching headbands before you grabbed the face mask. "Close your eyes for me Mase" He said as you said as you carefully applied the mask. "'S cold" Mason couldn't help but partially open his eyes to be greeted with a sight he thought was downright adorable. You biting your lip as you were extremely focused on the task at hand. "Mase close your eyessss" you whined, tickling his side with your free hand. You finished applying the mask before putting it on yourself.

Mason stared at you intently, he felt like his heart was going to explode. "Stop staring" you whispered, staring to feel abit embarrassed. "Sorry. You're just so beautiful. Can't believe you're my girlfriend." You felt a blush creeping up on your cheeks. In your opinion this wasn't your best look, wet hair that made you look like a drowned rat in your eyes, an old oversized t-shirt of Mason's and your face covered in a green face mask but to Mason it wasn't about your physical appearance (despite him thinking that your face and body was the most beautiful thing he'd ever had the privilege to lay his eyes on) but your personality. You were the most generous, loving, selfless, caring woman he'd ever met in his entire life and he thanked whoever graced his life with your presence everytime he looked at you.

He was pulled out of his trance when the timer went off, signalling that you needed to wash the masks off. You grabbed a damp cloth and gently wiped it all away before applying moisturiser to Mason's face, pressing a light kiss to his lips before he did the same to you. "Thank you" you shot him a confused look, not really sure what he was thanking you for. "For everything tonight. The shower and this. This little routine had become one of my favourite ways to spend time with you. I love you so much." He pulled you into a hug and he kissed your temple "I love you too Mase, so so much." You leaned in and shared what felt like the most loving kiss you'd ever shared with him. "Bit weird that you didn't mention our shower antics in that speech." You teased. "Well I'd like to think that went without saying." He smiled before being interrupted by a loud yawn. "Come on, let's get to bed darling." But he shook his head lightly "I wanna thank you properly for everything."He pouted, clearly unimpressed. "Mase, you can tomorrow, you're exhausted and you need rest. Just cuddling with you tonight is enough, I promise." He simply grinned before taking your hand in his and guiding you both to bed. He pulled the covers up as you both climbed under them. "Can you cuddle me tonight?" He asked sheepishly, and you grinned ear to ear. "Course I can." You gently patted your chest "come here baby." Mason placed his head on your chest, one hand on your waist and the other travelling up your shirt to cup your boob. You wrapped one arm around his back and your other went to his head and massaged his scalp gently. "I love you so much baby. Goodnight" "I love you too Mase, forever"

[niftynellie]

smth soft and comforting with haaland i miss the way you wrote abt him :(

you could tell from a mile off that erling was being different; he trailed around the house in silence, grumbling to himself when he thought you couldn't hear. you were watching him pace the sitting room, walking aimlessly from one side of the room to the other with his hand rubbing over his face. his face was expressionless and you knew he was thinking about something, his mind probably working at a million miles per hour as your eyes followed his every move.

"talk to me erling..." your whisper dragged him from his own thoughts as he turned his head to yours, slowing his footsteps as he sighed. his breathing was gentle as he finally stood still, staring at you through glossy eyes as he pressed his lips together in a frown. he was confused as to what you were referring too, not realising that you'd been watching him all day and sensed something was wrong. truth be told he'd been like this for a couple days now but you'd only just gained the courage to try and get him to open up a little bit.

it took him almost an eternity of silence before he sighed again, tracing over to where you were curled on the sofa. the cushions dipped next to you as he took a seat, head ducking as a few strands of hair fell in front of his face. your fingers hesitantly reached out to him, tucking them behind his ear as you cupped his cheek gently, "you don't have to if you don't want to baby."

it didn't take much more for him to shuffle against yours, body on his side as he hung his head in the crook of your neck. despite his size he fit against you so easily, like he was always made to be in this exact position with you. his arms snaked around your waist, dragging you against the material of the sofa as he brought your body closer to his. there was no need for any more words to be exchanged, the feeling of relief seeping through his body as he let your hands run through his hair and down the nape of his neck. your fingers were soft, careful not to be too harsh as you tangled the locks between your knuckles and brushed it through with your hand.

[niftynellie]

• I’ll Wear It Forever •

Pairings: Trent Alexander-Arnold x Mum!reader

Warnings: brief mention of absent father, Fluff

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“I wanna push” Daisy, your four year old daughter whined as she rocked back and fourth in the trolley seat. You stood back up from grabbing some pasta from the bottom shelf. “Not today baby, we’ve gotta be quick so we can go home and get ready for dinner” you explained starting to push the trolley.

The two of you were on a tight schedule, you’d agreed to have dinner with Trent that night but with you being so busy recently you hadn’t had much time to do the food shop for the week until that afternoon. You knew you had to be out of the shop in at least thirty minutes if you were going to make it back home in time to get ready, but your daughter seemed to not really understand that point.

“Is Trent coming?” She asked drumming her little fingers against the handle, “mmhmm” you nodded reaching up for some sauce. She smiled, Daisy had met Trent quite a few times once before you started dating and a couple times after, you’d been trying to ease her into your new relationship slowly as for the four years she’d been alive it had only ever been you and her, you didn’t want to rush her into anything when you and Trent started dating a few months back. At first you weren’t sure how she would take the this new person being around more and more, but the usually stubborn little girl had warmed to the Liverpool player rather quickly.

Daisy sat quietly for a couple minutes as you managed to finish grabbing the last few things you needed. Until she started rambling on about which dress she wanted wear and how she wanted you to do her hair once you were home. You nodded and agreed to everything she said, although you weren’t really listening as you weaved through all the people clogging up the aisle. coming to a stop at the end of the aisle realising the line for the checkouts had stretched further back.

“Mummy we need this” Daisy said, her small hand reaching out to the shelf beside her trying to grab at something. You looked over at what she was trying to get and saw that it was a two pack of smiley face bracelets. “Dais’ you have enough bracelets at home” you denied smiling at her as you poked the three bracelets she already had displayed on her wrist. “Not for me” she groaned, trying to stretch further to grab the packet “for Trent, he needs”

Your heart squealed a little, there was no way you couldn’t give in to her in that moment. Daisy always found a way to exploit your soft side, and her love for Trent was the weakest point of that. “Okay, we’ll get them and you can give him one tonight. Yeah?” You reached over and helped her grab the packet and she smiled giddily. “Yeah”

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A couple hours later, you’d parked the car beside the restaurant where Trent waited inside. You helped Daisy out of the car hoisting her up onto your hip.

Inside the restaurant was busy, you walked in and tried to look around to spot where he was sat but with the dim lighting that was proving difficult. Until you felt Daisy wriggle from your grip and squeal, “Trent” she dropped to the floor and pointed you followed her steps and quickly saw where she was heading a smile growing on your face as you met his gaze.

“Hey Munch” Trent greeted getting up out of his seat and kneeling catching the little girl in a hug as she ran straight into him. He stood up holding Daisy as you were right behind her, he leant over and kissed you only to have your faces pushed apart by Daisy “yuck” she grumbled making both you and Trent laugh. “Oi let me kiss your mum in peace little lady” He teased poking the four year olds cheeks as she shook her head.

Trent put Daisy down giving you one last kiss “Hi babe” he mumbled hugging you sweetly before the three of you got back into the booth he had previously been sat in, Daisy adamant she wanted to sit next to Trent. So you sat opposite the pair though Trent made sure to hook his leg around yours under the table so you didn’t feel left out.

Daisy climbed onto Trent’s lap, making herself comfortable as she rooted around in her jacket pockets looking for the bracelet you’d gotten earlier. “Whatcha looking for munch?” Trent asked his conversation with you about his last game being put on pause. “Got you a present” she said as she finally found what she was looking for, Trent gave you a confused look but you simply smiled back resting your chin on your hands.

She opened the palm of her hand and showed Trent the bracelet, he smiled as wide as you’ve ever seen him glancing between you and your daughter “for me?” Daisy nodded shoving it towards him. He carefully took it, pulling it onto his wrist admiring it. “I love it munch” he said pulling Daisy into a hug. She giggled and you swore your heart did at least forty flips in a couple seconds.

“Look we match” Daisy explained as Trent’s hold on her loosened she held up her wrist he gently held it to look. “You have to wear it if we’re friends” she said firmly her hopeful eyes looking up at him. He nodded understanding, before his eyes looked to you with a glint of something more than just pure happiness. “Then I’ll wear it forever” he said eyes not leaving yours, he held his pinky up to the small girl and she wrapped hers around his.

“Promise”

[niftynellie]

• I’m Home •

Pairings: Phil Foden x Reader

Warnings: just some dad!phil fluff

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Phil could hear the tv mummbling away in the other room when he finally returned home, it had been a long day and the night lay thick as he dropped his kit bag down by the front door. There were no lights on in the front of the house but he could just make out the soft glow of light coming from the living room. A smile grew on his face as he walked through the house, He'd played an away game that afternoon doing well and scoring a goal and assisting another. Phil usually would have wanted you and your son Ronnie to be there cheering him on but recently as you entered the eighth month of your second pregnancy traveling hours away for games just wasn't possible. But you had assured him you and Ronnie would be sat right in front of the TV rooting for him from the comfort of the sofa.

"I'm home" he called out walking into the kitchen wanting to grab a drink, he half expected you to come waddling round the corner but instead no one came. A confused expression fell on his face as he leant against the counter downing the glass of water he'd poured himself. Phil could still hear the soft murmer of the tv playing so he followed it into the living room. When he first entered the room the sofa had it's back to him lit by only the lights of the tv. "Babe" he whispered still not sure if you were even in the room, but instead of your face sitting up from behind the sofa he was met by the three year old face of your son.  "Daddy" the little boy squealed his blonde hair a complete mess almost as of he'd been asleep, and by the way he yawned when he slipped back down onto the sofa, phil could tell he probably had been. Phil rounded the sofa to find Ronnie snuggling into your back while you laid asleep curled under a fluffy blanket. "mummy sleeping" The small boy whispered rather loudly, Phil smiled softly loving how peacefull you looked. "I think it's time you go to sleep as well big man" Phil quietly said carefully leaning over you to pick up the small boy trying not to let him nudge you on the way up. Knowing just how badly you'd been struggling to sleep as of late. "mmh not sleepy" Ronnie whined throwing his headback as he was carried out of the room. Though another big yawn escaping from his lips undermined everyhting he just said. "I know, but mummys sleeping so we have to be good and go to sleep aswell" He explained softly rubbing his sons back as he walked up the stairs.

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Once Ronnie had been tucked into bed and read about three hundred different books he kept asking for Phil practically skipped back downstairs. The second he'd seen you all snuggled up and asleep he'd been thinking about cuddling up and wrapping his arms around you. He really was the biggest softie when it came to you, Ronnie and even your unborn child. 

Phil carefully tried to flop over you landing perfectly in the little gap between your back and the back of the sofa. Though the dip the sofa made still caused you to stirr. "Ronnie" you muttered hands coming up to rub your eyes, thinking it was the three year old moving behind you remebering him sleeping calmly there before you yourself had drifted off. Phil cracked a small chuckle as he settled behind you moving the hair away from your neck and dropping a small peck just bellow your ear, "Ronnie's in bed go back to sleep babe" Phil whispered an arm wrapping around you letting his hand fall onto your swollen stomach. 

Hearing your byfriends voice your eyes opened and you looked over your shoulder still groggy with sleep, "how long have you been there?" You asked your own hand covering Phil's with a small squeeze once you felt a strong kick. "only about a minute, i tried not to wake my girls but seems your both awake now" he teased feeling the little baby kicks to his own hand. "so convinced their a girl" you shook your head smiling. Neither of you actually knew the gender of the baby, both of you wanted it to be a surprise but Phil in the past couple of weeks had been dead set on it being a girl. 

Phil huffed a laugh as you laid your head back down shuffling slightly so that he could slip underneath the blanket with you, snuggling his warm self into your back wrapping his arms around you. Kissing a line of repeated kisses up the side of your neck leading a trail to your cheek. You giggle before swatting his face away, "go to sleep Phil" you mummbled as a yawn tummbled out from your lips. He smiled watching your eyes screw up, seeing just how tired you were he settled down again beside you his arms holding you and you unborn child gently. 

"goodnight baby"

[niftynellie]

-NEW-

hey I’m a new writer here! a follow would help so much and mean the world, ready to post my work and I promise to be consistent with it!

I write for all footballers! Requests and suggestions are welcome ♥️

An idea of who I write for:

jack grealish

mason mount

ben chilwell

jude bellingham

erling haaland

-all England teams and clubs footballers basically but always willing to look at requests for new suggestions! 💓

I can write any genre you’d like, smut, fluff, blurbs, angst etc!

please drop some requests and suggestions you’d guys would like to see 🫶🏼

[niftynellie]

• Splash War •

Boyfriend!mason mount x reader

warnings: Fluff

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the hotel was strangely quiet when you and Stacey arrived back, the two of you had taken the kids out for the day while Mason and the rest of the team trained for their upcoming match against the USA. It was pushing bedtime for the two children as the four of you got out of the car, and three year old Poppy was utterly drained the heat and exhaustion from the day hitting her all at once. 

"Aunty Y/n" she whined stopping in her tracks and tugging at your hand, her mom had already gone ahead with her older brother as the whole way home the young boy had been complaining about needing the toilet. So you volunteered to dawdle behind with Poppy. "whats wrong pops?" you asked sweetly turning round to see her puppy eyes staring up at you,her little arms raised and hands grabbing at the air. "mmh sleepy" 

You smiled down at her. Her flushed cheeks, puppy eyes and pig tails cutting right through and tugging at your heart strings. "come here dot" you mumbled kneeling slightly and lifting her up resting her on your hip. Poppy immediately snuggling into you, her head resting in the crook of your neck. You and Mason had been together for three months when Poppy was born, so you'd watched her grow up and loved her just as much as Mason did.

When you walked through the recpetion you heard a voice call out, you turned around and saw Declan Rice coming over a big grin on his face. "hey müller man" you teased as he got beside you, he rolled his eyes before chuckling. "Where you headin’ to?" He asked smiling down at the girl on your hip, tickling her gently, "Well she's going to bed, and I'm going to find Mase. Have you seen him ‘round?"

"I have not, I'm assuming he's up in his room but i could be wrong…I'll see you around I've got a massage in five" Declan said as he looked down at his watch.

"oh what a hard life you live" you joked as he started walking backwards down the hall, he sent you another smile before saying goodbye and slipping away, You carried on your way up to Stacey's room. 

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"As much as i love Harley and Pops, them kids aint half tireing" You said into the room as the hotel door closed behind you. After what Declan had said you had just assumed Mason would be in the room probably in bed watching a film. But when you rounded the corner he was no where to be seen. You felt a little silly for basically talking to yourself now, but you were more curious as to where your boyfriend had gone off to. On the bed was a little note, which after you dropped your bag down onto the chair in the corner, you picked up and read.

I'm down by the pool, come down when your back. Love you mase xx

You smiled down at the note and decided the night was still fairly young and still incredibly warm so a little dip in the pool would probably would be just the thing. So you grabbed a Bikini and a cute cover up to wrap round yourself.

Before you left the room you remembered you could see the pool from your little balcony. So you stepped outside and tried to spot where mason was, when you peered over the railing you could see him swimming around all by himself. You stood there for a moment and just watched him float around peacefully, a small chuckle leaving your lips when he started trying to do handstands his legs flailing in the air. That was when you decided to head down. 

Outside the sun was setting but the thick Qatar heat still remained, You dropped your towel and cover up on a chair beside where Masons was. He was still underwater when you came around and sat down on the edge of the pool. He jumped slightly as he came up and saw you there but he quickly recovered and swam over to you with a smile. "Hi" he said sweetly as he stopped between your legs his wet hands coming up and resting on your hips. "hi" you smiled your own hands resting on his toned shoulders. 

"How was your day?" He asked looking up from the water his thumbs rubbing little circles on your waist. You gave him a brief run down of how your day had gone, telling him all about the different shops you'd all been in and the cute restaurant you had gone to for dinner, even gushing about how cute Poppy was when she was tired. which he was more than familiar with but he still listened to everything you said so intently it was as if he'd never heard it before. And then when you'd finished he said "I'm starting to think Pops likes you more than me"

"I mean...who doesn't like me more than you" you teased grinning cheekily at him, Mason frowned playfully and pinched your sides making you laugh. you wriggled on the edge of the pool trying to swat his hands away which only egged mason on more his pinches turning to tickles. Making you wriggle even more trying to get away from his grasp. Which lead to you accidently slipping into the pool. 

You bobbed back to the top and drew in a breath as you wiped the water away from your eyes and pushed back you hair, while Mason was beside himself laughing. "Your an ass" you groaned pushing you arms forward and splashing him. Starting a splash war, both you and Mason darting round the pool trying to dodge the others attacks your Laughter filling the little courtyard.

After a minute or two Mason manged to get behind you and send a huge wave hurtling over your head, and when you turned around after just wiping the water from your eyes he sent another splash directly into your face. So forceful you stumbled back slightly eyes stinging from the water. "that was mean mase" 

"I'm sorry" Mason stuttered out through his laughter reaching out under the water to grab your hand and pull you closer to him, one hand wrapping round your waist to hold you flush against him while the other came up and he used his thumb to wipe the water droplets from your face. You smiled having him so close, your arms tightly wrapping round him. His hand settled on the side of your face once the droplets were gone, cupping your cheek. You subconsciously leant into the warmth of his touch, placing a sweet slow kiss on his lips. 

You pulled away, leaving your faces still close enough you were basically sharing each breath, big cheesy grins on your faces. Your nails ran lines up and down Masons back under the water and the two of you just enjoyed the small moment of just being alone together. Which hadn't happened in the last couple weeks since everywhere the two of you went there was a teammate or there was games to play and training to go to. Mason leant in and pecked your lips over and over again, letting you know he'd been missing your touch just as much as you had been his. 

But suddenly some yells came from behind you "no simps in the pool" was yelled three times from three different voices, before three men came hurtling into the pool. You and Mason both looked away from the splashes turning your heads and squeezing your eyes shut. When you both looked round your grips on eachother still there but looser you saw Belingham, Rice and Saka all coming up laughing.

"I hate all of you" Mason grummbled.

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[niftynellie]

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff pure fluff, pet names: Doll baby

• Waiting Up •

“I’ll be back before you can even tell I’m gone” Bucky whispered into your hair, his arms wrapped tight around your waist. His metal thumb rubbed circles on the exposed skin on your back, and your arms tightened around him. Squeezing.

The jet was leaving in a few minutes and Bucky was due to be on it. The mission was set to be a long one, three days at a minimum, so Bucky’s words that were supposed to be comforting, didn’t really carry much meaning or worth.

“Barnes” a familiar voice called out from behind the both of you, you peaked over Bucky’s large shoulder and saw Sam hanging off the side of the doorframe, holding open the swinging doors with his foot stuck out behind him.

You felt Bucky sigh against you, placing three kisses on your cheek as he slowly pulled back. Your eyes met and matching sad smiles grew on each of your faces. Your arms unraveled from Bucky and you brought your hands up to the sides of his face. You pulled his face down to meet yours kissing him softly.

“Stop macking, we’ve got arms dealers to bust” Sam wined as he still stood watching from the doorway. Bucky groaned pulling away from you, “alright shut up” he snapped, his back still to his mission partner and his eyes still in you “I’ll miss you doll” he said.

“I’ll see you the second you get home” You promised placing one last quick kiss on his lightly chapped lips. Bucky smiled like a school boy, before turning round and heading off towards Sam. You stood in the hall and watched him leave, Bucky gave you one last glance and smile as he caught sight of you between swings of the door. And in your mind you repeated your promise to him, the second you get home.

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When you promised Bucky The second you get home, you hadn’t quite planned out for the fact that the second could be so late. The time was pushing on 1am, and you knew he was on his way, the mission had gone well and all that was left was for the jet to touch down on the helipad.

For a while you spent some time with everyone else in the living room, everyone in their pyjamas drinking wine and laughing. That kept you awake for a while, even Alpine yours and bucky’s cat had joined the team. Lounging across your lap. But slowly everyone had started calling it a night, and you were left alone. It wasn’t until that moment after Nat decided to head to bed that you realised how big the living room was.

The whole compound was big, but with just one person filling a room it seemed a little extra. You sat curled up petting Alpine as she purred for a few beats but then you started hearing noises. Now you knew if there really was something behind the noises you were probably in the safest place possible, a compound full of super humans and geniuses, but that didn’t mean you didn’t miss the shiver shoot down your spine when a creak came from down the hall.

“Alright Alps we’re gonna wait in our room for your dad” you whispered as you lifted the white cat up into your arms, she happily settled looking up at you as you tiptoed out of the room. Leaving FRIDAY to turn of the lights.

Your room was warm, and a lot less creaky then the living room, when you opened the door. Alpine jumped from your arms, strutting over and hopping up onto the bed finding a spot to lay in. But before you got into bed with her you checked the time, Bucky’s jet was due to land at 1am and it was only now turning 11pm.

A sigh left your lips, you were already tired it had been a full day of board meetings and paperwork. The little things that no one thinks about when you say you want to be an avenger. But you made a promise, and you were going to try your hardest to keep it. So you climbed into bed let Alpine curl up in your lap as you switched on the tv turning on Greys Anatomy. You could have probably just played the whole show out in your mind with the amount of times you’ve watched it. But it was your comfort show and there was not enough energy left in your body to watch anything that requires even the slightest bit of brain power to keep up with.

An episode went by, and half way through the second one you started feeling drowsy your ears becoming harder and harder to keep open. You changed position getting out of the covers to make yourself less comfortable in hopes that would stop you from sleeping. And it worked for a while.

Until it didn’t anymore and even in your cold state you could feel yourself slipping closer and closer to sleep.

You sat up again, hands rubbing over your face, even alpine was growing irritated by your constant reshuffling. Every time she’d get comfortable near you, she’d have a second of peace before you’d move again and she’d have to start all over again to get comfortable.

A couple more minutes went by and you seemed to find a way to keep your eyes open, using gravity. You laid out along the bed your head at the foot hanging over the edge. Your hair fell over the edge and gravity and the blood rushing from your head kept your eyes from closing.

“Doll?” A voice murmured, “baby wake up” the voice softened and you woke up feeling hands grasp the back of your head. When did you fall asleep? Opening your eyes you immediately panicked as everything was upside down.

“Hey hey slow down, just sit up” Bucky’s voice came, you slowly sat up. You turned around and looked at Bucky, he sat on the edge of the bed a hand on your thigh. you forgot about how tired you were the second you saw his pretty face looking back at you.

“I tried to wait up Buck I promise” you said pulling him in, Bucky chuckled roughly, “I know you did Doll” he wrapped his arms around you and subconsciously you started falling back into bed and Bucky let you lead him. Your arms tangled around each other as you fell back into the plush mattress. Alpine mewling as Bucky made the mattress dip underneath her, she sat up and moved away. After a few moments of just laying together Bucky had to get back up to change, he didn’t bother putting on his pyjamas instead just throwing off all his clothes and getting into bed in his boxers.

“Tell me about the mission” you said quietly tucking yourself in, shuffling into Bucky’s arms. He smiled getting as close to you as possible. “Well, it was good. I mean Sam was annoying but when is he not. I swear there was a bridge about half way down this track we had to walk along and I really thought I was going to push him over. I mean like I really really had to try hard to stop myself from doing it” Bucky rambled, his voice clearly showing how worn and tired he was.

He kept talking, telling you about each day and as usual describing in even more specific details, why he thinks on the next mission him and Sam should be in separate groups or pairings. But by that stage you were gone.

Bucky looked down to find you fast asleep, even a rather loud meow from Alpine didn’t wake you. Bucky smiled reaching his free arm over to switch off the lamp, before snuggling into you. Placing kisses all over your cheeks and forehead, leaving the last one for the tip of your nose.

“Goodnight doll”