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A False Accusation

Anyone You Like

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.

—

i had this sitting on my draft and i almost forgot about it! i kept switching between john and hendo when i wrote it. tell me who you imagined this! i hope you enjoyed it<3

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When You’re Not Looking

Mason Mount (ft. Declan Rice)

Mason has a crush on England's photographer. But he feels like she has become distant, never hangs out with him anymore and never takes his photos. Declan says that there's only one way to find out why. [Requested]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MASON!❤️

Mason heard a snort, and that was what stopped him from doing what he was doing. He’d just done a set on the bench press and was about to do one more. He turned his head around and saw a judging Declan approaching.

“What?” He shot Declan, who had snorted at him, a rather sharp look. 

“You’re not gonna give up, are ya, mate? Still trying to get her attention?” Declan mocked. He turned his head towards the basketball court across the gym hall, Mason couldn’t stop himself from doing the same.

She was there with her camera, taking photos of Raheem and Marcus who were having a go at basketball, killing time before they needed to go out on the pitch for training.

“Sorry, but it’s getting embarrassing now,” Declan stated. Mason quickly looked away before Declan could catch him. Mason almost felt embarrassed but he refused to show it and give Declan the satisfaction, so he shook his head instead.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just doing the bench press.”

“You think I won’t notice how you purposely do an extra set that’s completely unnecessary?”

Mason completely ignored his best friend’s question and did what he was going to do: the completely unnecessary extra set of bench press.

“Listen. We don’t know how long this camp is gonna last. It’s not like I’m hoping for us to go out soon, but you know what I mean,” Declan said. Mason could feel Declan boring his eyes into him. “What I’m trying to say is, you’re wasting chances and time. You might not get it again tomorrow.”

Mason might have looked so focused on doing the bench press but he heard everything Declan said. And as much as he wanted to ignore it, he admitted that what his best friend had said was true.

—

They were sitting down at dinner. James and Bukayo had been at the table too, they’d hung out and done some Saka’s Spelling School episodes, something Bukayo had come up with for his TikTok. The two boys had left, leaving the other two who wanted to stay for dessert.

They ate their desserts in silence. Declan was scrolling on his phone, probably reading messages from his family and friends. Mason took the opportunity to secretly glance over and over again at her, who was sitting at the table near the TV. Their tables were separated by a water fountain and plants, so he hoped that she wouldn’t catch him staring at her.

Mason had grown a crush on her—a fairly huge crush, he couldn’t deny it anymore. He forgot how or when it started. She’d been a photographer for the England team for almost a year. At some point he’d just started thinking that she was pretty, fun to be with, and he’d started to pay more attention to her. Some of the boys liked to tease her and joke around with her, and Mason always found it incredibly cute when she became shy or when she let out some cute giggles.

The problem was, lately he’d realised that she’d been strangely distant. She was always taking photos of another group, always at the other side of the room or the pitch, she was never near him. She never came to hang out anymore, at least not when he was there. At first he’d thought that it was just coincidence, but the more he paid attention, the more he was sure that she was avoiding him.

“Do you think I’d done something wrong?” Mason broke the silence. “Do you think she’s mad at me or something? Or maybe she just doesn’t like me.” The second question caught Declan’s attention and he looked up at gloomy-looking Mason.

“Listen, mate. You know I only have one answer and advice, for you, yeah?”

“‘There’s only one way to find out?’”

“Exactly.”

Mason glanced at her again and she was laughing with the other staff. His heart skipped a beat because she looked pretty with that smile on her face.

“Last week I found her alone here, editing some photos. I stopped for a moment and tried to make a conversation. She looked… Uncomfortable. Am I the problem?”

“There’s only one way to find out, Mase.”

Mason sighed and dropped his gaze to his now unappealing dessert, spinning his spoon randomly on the bowl. It seemed like Declan was also tired with indecisiveness, considering that they’d had this kind of conversation a few times before. Declan decided to get back on his phone and leave Mason alone with his troubled thoughts.

Maybe Declan was right again, that there was only one way to find out.

—

Mason decided to wake up early today. He’d seriously been paying attention, so he knew that usually, her breakfast plate would already be empty by the time he arrived at the hotel’s restaurant. He was determined to catch her, maybe have breakfast together, and ask her about the thing that had been bothering his mind.

As he predicted, she was already there, occupying the table in the corner of the room. There was barely anyone there, it definitely seemed like the perfect moment for Mason to execute his plan. He could immediately feel his nervousness building up as he picked up a plate and filled it with his usual choice of breakfast.

When she noticed him approaching her table, Mason could swear she almost choked on the water she was drinking. He greeted her with a cheerful “good morning” and she replied with the same tone.

“Why are you always here so early?”

She gave him a shy grin. “I need uh– My morning solitude. Need to uhh, compose myself first thing in the morning before facing the day.”

“May I sit here? If that doesn’t ruin your morning solitude.”

“No, of course not.” She shook her head. “Take a seat. Please.”

Mason took the empty seat in her diagonal as he figured it would be too awkward if he sat right in front of her. His heart was starting to race, but he reminded himself to keep himself calm. Last night he had made a plan since he absolutely didn’t want to scare her or anything. He’d thought about starting with a question about work.

“So… Busy day today?”

“Not really. Just the usual.” 

“I heard Beckham is coming to training today.” 

“Ah… Yeah. I think I’m gonna be assigned for him.”

“Have you met him before?”

“No, I haven’t,” she slightly shook her head before continuing to eat. Mason eyed his messy plate and started eating too.

The silence took over sooner than Mason had anticipated. Last time they’d interacted, it wasn’t as awkward. Maybe it was the setting that made it feel this way, the freaking solitude, but Mason knew that he couldn’t let the silence really settle in and make it more awkward so he needed to try to carry on.

“So… Being a photographer for England. Do you enjoy it?”

She slightly raised her eyebrows before nodding. “Yeah, of course. I love photography, I like football… And with England it’s always an amazing experience. I mean, we’re at the World Cup now. It’s insane.”

“Couldn’t agree more. And I feel like this is a very special group of people we’re working with…”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Everyone’s so, uhh…” She looked away quickly. “So nice and lovely.”

Mason’s heart dropped. She didn’t even want to look at him when she said it. Wasn’t he nice and lovely too?

Then there was silence again. There were only sounds of the hotel staff talking, the sounds from the little cooking stations in the room, and their utensils against the plates. It wasn’t going smoothly at all and he really couldn’t stand this awkwardness. 

“Hey, may I ask you a question?” Mason said before he couldn’t even stop himself. He paused and silently took a deep breath, bracing himself for whatever was coming. She was eating so she just simply nodded and shrugged. “Sorry, I absolutely don’t mean to offend you. I’m just asking because I just want to know– Uhh, I’ve been wondering if I’ve done something wrong. To you.”

She furrowed her eyebrows, not getting his statement and question.

“Lately, I’ve realised that… You never take photos of me. And… I don’t know, it just feels like it’s become so awkward and kind of weird between us.”

“What?” Her voice barely came out as a whisper. Her face was blank, Mason couldn’t read her; well, maybe he actually could but he was panicking.

“Well, maybe it’s just me but– It has kind of made me wonder what’s wrong, or like I said, if I’ve done something wrong. We used to hang out, talk, and then we didn’t.” The disappointment was clear in his voice. “You… You’ve become so distant.”

“Have I?”

“That’s how I feel. I mean, we barely interact anymore.”

“And that’s… A problem for you?”

Mason shrugged. “Yeah, kind of…”

She dropped her gaze and took her glass, drinking her water, leaving Mason’s questions unanswered. It had gotten from awkward to super awkward. Mason was starting to regret it and he realised he should’ve just brought up other things. The last win, the weather, the cats, so many things to talk about, but he couldn’t stop himself from jumping on the topic right away.

“Sorry, this must be confusing to you. I didn’t mean to–”

“No, it’s okay, I mean, I’m sorry– I didn’t know you feel that way,” she said. “So, uhh, you’re bothered that we’re not hanging out? May I ask why?”

“‘Cause I like hanging out with you. And it’s always a pleasure when we get to work together. You’re a nice and lovely person,” he said. You could easily tell that he was being sincere.

“Oh…”

They both fell silent again. Mason took a sip of his tea, hoping it would help to calm himself down but unfortunately he only got more and more nervous with each passing second. He had no idea of what she was thinking or what she was going to say. Maybe this was a mistake after all—Mason quickly thought of a way out of this because it started to feel so uncomfortable even for him.

Just when he was about to open his mouth, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Good morning, mate.” It was Madders. The lad then greeted her too—which she quickly replied—before turning to him again. “You’re early today.”

“You are early today.” Madders wasn’t an early morning person to his knowledge. Why would he be here now interrupting such a critical moment?

Madders sighed and shook his head. “Kennedy called, said Leo woke up and spent an hour crying, wouldn’t stop asking for me. So she had to call, and…”

Mason couldn’t hear anything Madders said; it went in one ear and out the other. He glanced at her, who was now paying attention to Madders, but still got hints of shock and confusion in her face. Mason felt his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach.

—

The sombre atmosphere could be felt around the hotel. Once they’d gotten back to the hotel from the stadium after England’s loss to France, they’d all gone straight to their rooms and locked themselves there.

It was a tough loss, a tough exit from the World Cup—it was definitely going to take a while to get over this one. They were supposed to win this all. They were supposed to lift a trophy after failing to do so last year in Euro’s final. It was not supposed to go like this. He was supposed to get more game time, play better, score his world cup goals, make his family even prouder…

Mason started to feel like it was suffocating being in his room, he started to feel like he was trapped since there was only him and his distressing thoughts. So Mason came out of his room and his feet brought him to the basketball court. No one was there, everyone was probably packing up because they were going to leave in the morning.

“It’s very late, Mason, why are you out here?”

The ball had just bounced off the ring and Mason turned around on his heels. She was walking closer, a camera bag hanging on her shoulder.

“I needed some air,” he said as he went to pick up the ball. He dribbled it as he got back to his position, shifting his gaze between the ball and her. “What are you doing?”

“Just picked this up from Paul’s room,” she said, patting her camera bag.

“You guys must have loads to pack.” Mason turned around and took another shot. The ball hit the ring again before it bounced loudly on the ground.

“Yeah… But we’ve been pretty organised, so it’s not hard to pack everything up again.” She walked closer to the wall and Mason noticed her putting her camera bag down as she stood against the wall. She tightened her jacket around her as the chilly breeze blew. “Although we believe we’ve lost a GoPro. Paul’s misplaced it. Thank God he’d removed the memory card.”

“Yeah?” Mason slightly raised his eyebrows at her before quickly looking away. He took another shot and it didn’t go in again. He shook his head, lazily picked up the ball, and just dribbled it aimlessly. He’d been missing all the shots, he didn’t want to embarrass himself even more in front of her.

She’d fallen silent and Mason didn’t dare to look up because he could feel her eyes boring at him. He might find a look of disappointment on her face, or worse, pity—he absolutely didn’t want that. He was feeling like such a big failure already; knowing that he’d failed people he cared about would only make him feel worse.

“Hey, Mase?” She said, but Mason didn’t respond. He did a layup instead; it finally went in. “I know you’re upset but… Don’t get upset for too long, okay?” Her voice sounded so soft. So gentle. “We’re all gutted but you guys have to be proud. You guys put up a good fight, it just wasn’t meant to be.”

Mason let out a heavy sigh as he shook his head, still dribbling. “We kept saying that this is gonna be our time, you know? It honestly felt like it. And I just wished that I could help the team a bit more.”

“Our time will come. Your time will come,” she said, and Mason could tell that she was smiling when she said it. “You still have a long way ahead. And this special squad is only gonna go far, I know it.” She sounded so reassuring, Mason couldn’t help but to look up at her. There was no sign of disappointment or pity on her face; he could only see her subtle smile and kind eyes.

“Thank you,” Mason muttered, offering her his best smile. She nodded and her smile grew bigger. Mason wished he could tell her how pretty her smile looked, or how warm his heart felt right now.

This was their least awkward interaction after what felt like such a long time, quite the opposite from their last. She looked rather relaxed too. Mason was curious more than ever about what had actually happened, why she’d become distant and all that. He’d thought about asking her again but this was a nice moment they were sharing and he didn’t want to ruin it. Maybe he should just forget about everything, he shouldn’t have made it a big deal, maybe she’d been just—

“I do take photos of you, Mason,” she said.. “Just when you’re not looking.”

Mason was about to do another layup. But he stopped on his tracks, he almost stumbled on his own feet. He quickly turned and searched for her face.

“What?”

The chilly breeze blew again and she folded her arms. “Last time you asked why I never take photos of you,” she tried to remind him, even though there was absolutely no need for that because Mason obviously remembered. “Well, I do actually take your photos. Just when you’re not looking and… From far away.”

Mason gulped. “Why?”

“Because I’m just shy and embarrassed? Okay– This will sound so silly,” she chortled. “But you’re my football crush. I’ve been a fan since you made your first England debut. And it’s just weird for me to suddenly… Work with you. It still feels weird even after almost a year.”

Mason gripped the ball on his hands; the tips of his fingers almost turned white. He clenched his jaw as he tried to process her words, his heart started pounding hard in his chest. “So… You have a crush on me?”

She scrunched up her face cutely. “Do you really have to say it out loud? God, it feels so… Embarrassing.”

Mason chuckled. “I’m just trying to get confirmation here.”

She sighed. “I have a Chelsea shirt with your number and name, how about that?”

Mason his stomach flipping and he couldn’t help but to chuckle again out of relief and nervousness. An image flashed on his mind, of her wearing his club shirt with his name on it, and it made his heart flutter.

“Okay, okay,” he said as he approached her, with a huge silly smile on his face. “That’s wonderful, that’s… Wow. It’s actually very good to know that.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “I mean, you must have noticed that I’ve been trying to get your attention, then? Throughout the whole camp?”

She shrugged. A blush was visible on her cheeks. “Of course I do. I’m a girl, a quite sensible one, I always know what’s happening.”

Mason shook his head in disbelief. He threw the ball away and took a few more small steps towards her. “For weeks I’d been thinking that I'd done something wrong.”

“Sorry for making you worry, I really didn’t mean too…”

“Yeah. And it turns out you knew all along that I fancy you.”

Her eyes widened. “You fancy me?”

“You literally just said you’re quite a sensible one.” Mason furrowed his eyebrows. “Why would I try so hard to get your attention if I didn’t. Do you fancy me? Am I a real crush or just a football crush?”

She pursed her lips as she stared at him for a while. Mason was honestly stunned because he’d never seen her looking at him like this before. She was admiring him, taking her time to take him in.

“A real one,” she finally said, her voice just above a whisper.

Mason was washed with the biggest wave of relief—he let out a long sigh, letting out everything he’d been holding in. He’d actually forgotten that he’d been upset because of their loss tonight. This surely mended his broken heart a little and made everything feel less down.

“Well, okay. This is nice,” he commented. He didn’t take his eyes off her. He couldn’t. “Did you know I always use all my chances to look at you? When you’re not looking.”

“I guess I did.” She shrugged. Mason grinned and she giggled.

“Hey, do you know what?” His eyes lit up, sparking a curiosity on her and it was shown by the way her eyebrows lifted up. Mason quickly got the ball that had rolled away. “I’ll do a shot and if it goes in, I get to take you on a date.”

“What if it doesn’t go in?”

“It will, I promise.”

“Go on, then.”

Mason got in position and dribbled the ball. It was at that moment that he realised that his hands were slightly trembling and this was probably stupid, but he didn’t care. She was finally looking at him from up close—he still wanted to impress her. More than ever.

After taking a deep breath and wished for the best, he confidently threw the ball in.

—

i thank you so much if you reach this point because this is a loooooong one! it took me a month to finish this one:') i kept getting stuck but today i suddenly got inspired and was able to finish it! i hope you enjoyed it! reblogs, likes, and comments are always very appreciated!<3

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Son Heungmin

Sonny is recovering from an injury and he’s going away for the world cup. [Requested]

Warm food was ready on the table. She had bought those bath bombs that he liked, refilled his favourite soap, and replaced the empty bottle of face toner. She had changed the bed sheet and covers. The aromatherapy candle in the bedroom was ready to be lit. She had set the house to perfection and got everything ready so Sonny would have the best comfort.

She had felt the horror just over a week ago when she received the news about Sonny being injured. Things had been a blur since. Some examinations, a surgery, recovery sessions, and endless discussions about the world cup. Even though a fractured eye socket wasn’t a huge injury, it didn’t make it less overwhelming especially when Sonny’s participation at the biggest tournament is at stake.

But thankfully everything was going the right way. Sonny was all better now and was confirmed to be a part of the world cup squad. He’d started to do his own sessions of training and today he’d gone to the stadium to watch the match; she’d chosen to use the time to clean the house and do things she hadn’t had the time to do.

The night was getting deeper, but she patiently waited for Sonny to come home. She rushed to the door when she heard Sonny’s car pull up. Even though she knew he was okay—she saw those photos of him and Rodrigo after the match, both men had wide smiles plastered on their faces—she couldn’t help but to worry. She had actually asked him to stay home but he insisted on going, saying he needed to watch the last match and see his mates before going away for the world cup.

“Hi. You okay?” She asked, welcoming Sonny with a hug.

“I’m okay. Like I promised, I came home safely. All good. Nothing to worry about.”

“I simply can’t not worry about you.” She hugged him a little bit tighter. After the injury she had been feeling awful every time she had to let Sonny get out of the house. She honestly would prefer to have him stay home so he could always be under her watch.

Sonny led himself to the kitchen as she asked him about how the match had gone, she trailed behind him. He animatedly bragged about how Rodrigo had scored two goals, how the boys had put on a fight. Sonny looked genuinely happy and that gave her a little bit of relief, mostly because he’d been a little bit down lately because of the injury.

“The mood was good. It was nice to get a win before the break. Everyone was happy and— Wait a minute.” Sonny only wanted to get some water at first, but the sight of the dining table caught his eye, so he stopped. “You cooked? Oh, no. I already had dinner, babe.” He turned to her with an apologetic look.

“I know. It’s fine. I just cooked a bit just in case you were hungry,” she shrugged. “Do you want to just take a bath? I’ll run the water.”

Sonny immediately took a seat and picked up a fork. It was already too late for dinner and he really shouldn’t be taking any more carbs today. Though he knew she wouldn’t even get upset if he didn’t eat it, the food she had cooked was still warm and looked very appetising. He couldn’t resist, especially when he knew it was going to be good.

“Baby, this is so good,” he commented as he munch on the food. His eyes sparkled like it always did every time he ate her food, which gave her that warm and fulfilling feeling. He gave her a smile, which was infectious, she smiled too. “I need to have some bites. Please don’t tell my nutritionist.”

She giggled as she ran her hand through his hair. “I won’t. How about the bath? You feel like taking a warm bath before bed?”

A cheeky grin appeared on Sonny’s face, and he nodded.

—

“I feel like it’s my birthday. You’re kind of spoiling me tonight,” Sonny said as he got in the bathtub. The water was turquoise and smelled nice from the bathbomb; his favourite one, he always said that it made him calm and relaxed. “This is really comfortable, innit?”

“You tell me,” she said, pulling up a stool so she could sit near him beside the bathtub. “I think you’re really gonna have a good night's sleep tonight. Watched a fun match, ate good food, end the day with a warm bath…”

“I know. Today was a good day. Almost feels like my birthday because I feel like you’re spoiling me.” Sonny reached for her hand and gave it a light squeeze. “Thank you.”

She shrugged. “It’s not much.”

“No. Thank you for everything. You’ve been taking a really good care of me. I really don’t know what I’d do without you,” Sonny said, staring into her eyes. She knew he meant every word, she could feel how genuine he was being. 

She let out a little sigh as her other hand went to his face. She graced her fingers on his cheek very carefully, still scared to hurt him even though he said that he no longer felt any pain. Sonny seemed to melt into her gentle touch, closing his eyes and slightly leaning his head, wanting more of it. She, on the other hand, felt her heart clenched when she stared at his healing scar.

“I’d do anything to help my baby recover and stay fit. He needs to captain his country at the world cup, remember?” She gave him a reassuring smile. Sonny drew her hand closer to his lips and placed a kiss on it.

—

“Promise me you’ll take care of yourself,” she muttered. The worry was creeping back and it showed in her voice. It was quite a tiring day for her and it was time to get some rest, but she just couldn’t stop thinking. “Listen to your coaches, get enough rest, have fun.”

They were in bed, lying face to face as their hands linked. Both were wearing matching pyjamas, covered by a warm blanket. Sonny was already drifting to sleep and honestly she could easily fall asleep too now, but she still wanted to use the opportunity to just stare at his beautiful face.

Sonny was going to leave in three days for the world cup, they’d be away from each other for a moment. She’d go with his family once the tournament started but they would only have very limited time to see him, so she was determined that she’d make the best out of the next three days with him.

“Are you still listening?”

“Hmmm,” Sonny responded.

“Promise me you won’t get injured again…”

“Can’t promise that. But I’ll try,” he vaguely mumbled.

“Promise me you’ll win the games.”

“I’ll try…”

Her lips perked into a small smile when Sonny opened his sleepy eyes and blinked them slowly a couple of times before meeting hers. “I need you to promise me something too,” he said. He sounded rather serious. “Take care of yourself. You’ve been stressing out so much, so once I depart for the world cup, I want you to take a break, have time for yourself.”

She simply nodded.

“Go have lunch with your best friends, bake some cookies, go shopping, do whatever you want. Okay? Stop worrying me for a second. I’ll be fine. Okay?”

She giggled and shuffled closer to put a kiss on his cheek. “Okay, I promise,” she said, kissing his cheek once again.

“Come here, now.”

Sonny opened his arms and she fell right into his embrace. He hugged her tight and caressed her back, kissing her on her forehead. She put her palm against her chest, feeling it heaving up and down, feeling his heartbeat. The conversation eventually ended and it didn’t take long until they both fell asleep. She fell asleep with a smile on her face, knowing that this had been a good day, for the first time in what felt like forever. She didn’t mind that it had been rough lately, but all that matters was that Sonny was happy again and getting his spirit back. And maybe she had to give herself a little credit for that.

—

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Don’t Marry Him

Son Heungmin

Sonny finds out that his ex-girlfriend is getting married. She’s the love of his life so he can’t let her marry someone else. [Requested]

⚠️ Curse words

Nothing could have prepared Sonny for the thing Ben was telling him right now. It had been just a normal training day, and Sonny hadn’t had any inkling as to why Ben asked him to see him at the first team’s restaurant after training. Ben had said that he wanted to show Sonny something, but Sonny thought that maybe it was about the house Ben was planning to buy—they’d been discussing the property quite a lot since the one Ben was keen on was in the same area as Sonny’s.

But Sonny instantly felt his world crumbling down when Ben placed a piece of envelope in front of him. The soft colour with gold letters on it gave him a hint of what it might be, and Sonny felt like he was punched right on his gut when he read a familiar name on it.

“This arrived a couple days ago. I assume that you didn’t receive one, since you still looked… Fine and normal. You would’ve been exactly like this if you knew,” Ben said to Sonny, who looked like he was in a trance. “I’m sorry, Sonny, but Joey, my wife, and I thought you should know about this.”

Sonny gritted his teeth, eyes still locked into the envelope. His heart started beating so loud in his ears.

It was a beautiful invitation, Sonny had to admit. Papers in her favourite colour with gold letters, decorated with a ribbon in a darker shade, simple and sweet. It was just so her. But Sonny hated it, because it wasn’t his name beside hers on that wedding invitation.

“Look. I don’t approve of what you did to her. But I think you deserve another chance,” Ben continued as he leaned a bit more forward. Sonny still hadn’t moved an inch. “She’s a good person, Sonny. As her friend, I want the best for her. And I think that what she truly deserves is you. The best version of you.”

“But, Ben, she’s getting married.” Sonny said, stating the obvious, as if he was trying to convince himself that it was true. He leaned back on his chair, looking completely defeated. “See? She invited you and Joey, but not me. She doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore. She’s made up her mind.”

“You still have the chance to change her mind. This is your very last chance.”

Sonny had ruined her life once. As much as he didn’t want to see the love of his life marrying someone that’s not him, wouldn’t he be the biggest prick on planet Earth if he did it all over again?

“Do you still love her?”

Sonny shifted uncomfortably in his seat and he let out a little chortle, his shoulders shrugged a little. He finally looked up and met Ben’s sharp eyes. “You know the answer. But obviously, she’s moved on. I can’t– I can’t do anything about it.”

“You can. I told you, this is your very last chance,” Ben said, emphasising the words so Sonny would really listen to him. “This is what I hate about you, mate.” Ben shook his head and let out a quite exasperated sigh. “You’re such a fucking coward when it comes to her. Haven’t you learned? Why can’t you just commit to the person and the relationship you want more than anything in your life? Do I really need to say this out loud for you?”

Ben wasn’t even being harsh, he was just stating the truth. Sonny’s relationship with her did not work out because he’d been an insecure coward. He’d made her go through everything but then he pushed her away and let her go just like that when she said that she wanted something more.

After the big break up, it hadn’t taken Sonny long until he realised that he’d made the biggest mistake in his life—mainly because Ben, Joey, and Dele reprimanded him for what he’d done—but even then, he’d been too scared to give her a proper explanation and apology. Everything had gotten too late because a few months later, Sonny heard from Ben that she was dating someone else. And it seemed like things had gotten way too late again for him now.

“Sorry, I don’t… I don’t know. I need time,” Sonny said in a timid voice. Trains of thoughts were clashing in his mind, and he didn’t like the uneasiness that had started to wrap him. “I mean, we don’t even know if she still loves me.”

That was his biggest question right now. She’d moved on from him rather fast, and it had not even been a year but she’d already decided to marry someone else. She obviously had forgotten everything about their past.

Ben let out another heavy sigh. “Believe me, she still does. It’s actually quite easy to see.” Ben suddenly stood up and tugged down the hem of his sweater, Sonny’s eyes followed his movement. “Sorry, I need to go. Promised my wife I’d pick her up from work. But, hey, if you need any help, don’t hesitate to give me a call.”

Sonny slightly nodded before he dropped his gaze back to the wedding invitation.

“Sonny, I’m your best friend too. I want the best for you too, that’s why I’m doing this. I do think that you two are meant to be together.” Ben placed a hand on Sonny’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “But you will remain as her one fucking stupid ex-boyfriend for the rest of her life, unless you do something about it. And she’ll be a Mrs…” Ben paused, picked up the invitation from the table, and scanned it. “Miller. She’ll be Mrs. Miller in less than six weeks.”

Sonny visualised her first name and the groom’s last name in his mind, and the new name started to ring in his head. He wasn’t kidding if he said that he was getting a bit nauseous because of it.

“Go, Ben, don’t make your wife wait,” Sonny said as he looked up at his best friend and gave him a small sheepish smile. Ben patted his shoulder once more, before he said goodbye and left Sonny alone, with a completely conflicted heart and mind.

—

“You’re insane. Oh God, Sonny, you’re absolutely fucking crazy, are you out of your mind??”

Sonny lost count on how many times the combinations of those words—crazy, insane, out of your mind—had come out from her mouth for the past half an hour. He agreed, though, he was crazy for doing this. It made her really upset and angry, he’d never seen her like that before. Her sweet and lovely side was nowhere to be seen and honestly, Sonny didn’t blame her at all.

“You can’t just show up at my door and ask me for the impossible, Sonny. You– You never even tried to get me back, you never even tried to reach out after we broke up.”

“You were already dating him, I couldn’t suddenly come back, could I?”

“And you think that you can come back now? When there’s already a ring on my finger?” She sneered as she held up her hand and showed him the big shiny ring. “You had three months before I met him. But you never texted, you never called.”

“I’m sorry.” That was all Sonny could say. He’d given her a thousand of it today. He wanted her to know how sorry he was about everything—about the things he did and did not do.

“You’re lucky my fiancé is in Paris right now, he’d probably punch you in the face if he saw you here,” she said with a calmer tone. She was standing near the window with both hands on her hips. From the kitchen island where Sonny was leaning himself against, you could see the backyard outside and the purplish sky outside as the sun was about to set. “I actually really want to punch you in the face right now. God.”

She’d been pacing back and forth, but she’d stopped and was now looking directly at him, with eyes full of anger and hurt. Sonny gulped, but didn’t make the lump on his throat go away. He felt so guilty, and now hurt from seeing her looking hurt. Honestly, Sonny would actually let her punch and hit him as much as she wanted, if it could help her to forgive him and take him back.

“Sonny, you can’t just come in here and tell me not to get married.” Her voice was a bit shaky. A little bit of tears started to pool in her eyes, but she took a sharp deep breath to shake them off. “After breaking my heart like that and ten months of silence, you can’t just show up and expect me to take a step back again.”

“Have you? Have you really moved on? I’m sorry but… I think what we had was special. I can’t even forget about you even a little bit.”

She lightly chortled and shrugged. “I don’t think we don’t have to forget to move on,” she answered. “I mean, I’m lucky, I guess. I found someone who makes me see forward, and show me things out there, show me what I can have. Someone who makes it feel less painful when I think about things from the past.”

Once again Sonny felt his heart dropping to the pit of his stomach. He hated to get reminded that he’d been replaced. That man was her future now and he was merely a dark shadow haunting her.

“Do you love him?”

Her eyes slightly widened. Sonny couldn’t believe it himself that he’d just blurted out the question, but he needed to be brave today to get answers. She chortled again as she folded her arms in front of her chest.

“Of course, I do. I’m going to marry him, Sonny,” she said. “Josh loves me. He treats me right, we understand each other. And he wants to commit to our relationship, that’s the most important thing. He’s not perfect, but… He’s always sure of what he wants. He wants me, and he wants to always work things out between us. He doesn’t give up on me, or on us. So if you or other people are wondering why I’m suddenly marrying him, that’s why.”

Basically, that man was everything that Sonny was not. That man gave her everything Sonny didn’t. And Sonny once again was reminded that he was a complete fool.

When they were dating, Sonny had been so insecure. He was not a ‘normal’ person who lived a ‘normal’ life. His job demanded so much of him, so at some point in their two-year relationship, he felt like he had become a man who couldn’t give and provide the things she deserved.

Sonny hadn’t been having the best season back then, he’d picked up a few injuries and hadn’t been performing well on the pitch. It reflected on his life off the pitch. He felt like he hadn’t been able to give her love and security. He couldn’t protect her himself, or be there for her when she needed him in rough days, or even give her his time for a little date.

So that was why, when she suddenly blurted out the words “maybe we should just get married” in their conversation one night, Sonny panicked and let his insecurity and fears eat him up. Even before they dated, Sonny knew that she dreamed of being married and building a family, and he felt like he couldn’t give her that anytime soon. So he slowly pushed her away and shut her out, which led to the break up.

The silence in the room was deafening. The words “I love you” were at the tip of Sonny’s tongue, but he knew it wouldn’t be enough to win back her heart. Sonny was not someone who likes to give promises; he didn’t want to convince her to get back with him with sweet words and empty promises. He was actually there right now just as someone who loved her more than anything in his life.

“We were fine, Sonny. It wasn’t perfect, but we were working things out, weren’t we?” she finally said, breaking the silence. “I was a bit stressed out, a bit upset because things were hard for us, but I was fine with it. Because I know since day one, that life with you will not be easy sometimes. And honestly, I liked it. I liked what we had, I wanted that hard life with you.”

Sonny listened to her carefully, as he felt his heart beating hard on his chest. Their eyes were locked into each other, and Sonny swore that tonight he wouldn’t look away from those beautiful eyes that she had.

“And I’m sorry, maybe at that time it wasn’t the right time to mention marriage. But I loved to imagine a future with you.” A faint smile grew on her face and her tone got a tad happier. “Being your wife, building a family, planning for life after your retirement one day… I imagined all that. You’d be a coach and I’d still come to watch the match even though you don’t play anymore. And you’d always be famous so we’d always have to have bodyguards with us when we go out on sneaky dates, even when we’re nearly forty. Maybe a couple of Son juniors would tag along…”

This time she didn’t stop the tears from falling from her eyes. And Sonny didn’t know what had gotten into him, but he walked towards her, and when he was close enough, he pulled her into his arms. At first he thought that she was going to reject him and push him, but a moment later he felt her melting into his embrace. Her body shook as she silently cried, and he let her as he kept hugging her.

“I want all of that for us. I want everything you wanted for us,” Sonny whispered to her ear.

“No. You can’t do this to me, Sonny, you can’t,” she mumbled to his shoulder in between her cries.

“I’m sorry, I have to. You’re the love of my life, I can’t let you marry someone else.” His voice started shaking as he felt the urge to cry. The feelings were getting overwhelming for him—the feeling of having her in her arms again, the feeling of possibly losing her forever. “I know you still love me. You feel the same, I can feel it. We belong to each other. Please.”

Sonny felt her gently pushing him, so he reluctantly loosened his arms.

“But I’m getting married in five weeks! We’ve paid for everything, the invitations are out, and I’ve just booked flight tickets for my parents, for God’s sake.” She looked up so she could clearly look at his face. “And I can’t break Josh’s heart, Sonny. He’s so fucking in love with me, it’s going to crush him.”

“But I’m the one you truly love.” It came out as a statement, not a question, because he was sure it was the truth. Ben was right, it was easy to see that she still loved him. She still looked at him the same way, touched him the same way. The connection between them was still very much there. “You loving him doesn’t stop you from wanting me. Him loving you doesn’t stop your pain of not being with me. I know because I feel it too.”

“Please, come back to me,” Sonny continued. “Life with me is still going to be hard. I hate making promises but I will now. I’ll believe more in myself. I’ll let you be there for me, for us. I’ll listen to you, I’ll tell you when I need you, I won’t push you away. I’ll give everything for us, no matter how hard things are.”

“You know it’s easier said than done…”

“I know. But please, give me a second chance to try. I can do everything. What I can’t do is see you with anyone else. Please,” Sonny begged, as he placed his hands on her waist and gave it a light squeeze. “Don’t marry him and get back to me.”

She let out a long sigh as her hands travelled to the back of his head. She caressed his hair like she’d used to, so gentle, so calming. “Oh, Sonny…” She said. Sonny closed his eyes, feeling himself melting into her touch. “You’re the best thing that I’ve ever had…”

Sonny’s heart skipped a beat. But to be the best thing she’d ever had was not enough for him. He wanted her more than anything, more than he’d ever been. He maybe still had a bit of insecurities and fears left deep down inside him, but he’d willing to fight them for her.

Today he’d presented her, maybe still not the best, but surely the most real and honest version of him, that he hadn’t shown her in a very long time. And if at the end of the night he rejected her and told him to go away, he honestly didn’t know what he’d do with his life.

—

“You ready for this?” Joey asked. They were on a balcony, looking down to the aisle and altar in the garden. The big day had come and Sonny had never felt so nervous in his life before—not for any North London derbies, not even for that Champions League final.

“Yeah,” Sonny simply shrugged as he took a sip from the glass of sparkling water he’d been holding. “Looks a bit cloudy today, innit? I hope it’s not going to rain.”

“Weather forecast says it’s going to get sunny in the next hour, so everything’s going to be fine,” Ben said from the bench he was sitting on. “However, I feel like the rain’s going to pour down from your eyes.”

“That is so lame,” Joey turned on his heels to look at Ben. Sonny just let out a chortle.

“Tell me he’s not going to weep, though. Look at him now, he looks like he could bawl his eyes out in any second.”

“You’re the worst friend. Sonny, isn’t he the worst friend?” Joey, who happened to stand between the two men, shifted his gaze back and forth. “What Sonny needs the most today is calm and comfort, and you’re not helping at all.”

“Well, I’ve helped a lot. He wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for me,” Ben defended himself. To be fair, Ben deserved some of the credits, so Sonny had to agree–he nodded his head in agreement. “See?”

Joey shook his head. “I do think I deserve some credits too, but whatever,” he commented. “I’m a bit hungry. Anyone wants to look for a quick bite?” He glanced at both men again.

“Yeah, I’ll go with you,” Ben said. But Sonny shook his head this time.

“Nah, I’m good. I’ll stay here.”

After giving a pat on his shoulder, Joey left with Ben trailing behind him, leaving Sonny alone.

Today was going to be a life-changing one for Sonny. He was still processing his feelings and everything that was happening, and he was grateful that he had Ben and Joey who’d always been there for him, because he didn’t think he could go through this alone.

Sonny had made his mistakes. He could only regret it forever, but he’d realised that the most important thing was to appreciate what he had now. Everything that had happened had shaped him to be the man he was today, which was better than who he’d been yesterday. 

Sonny was going to see her in an hour, in the most beautiful wedding dress that had ever been made—but it was mostly because she was the one who was wearing it. She’d be the most beautiful person on this island, and she’d walk that aisle gracefully, with her most gorgeous smile plastered on her face. And Sonny was going to be there witnessing it all.

And just maybe, by watching her being the happiest person in the world today, he could finally let those regrets go. Maybe it would be easier for him to forgive himself and take the next step. And finally, he could be the man that he wanted for her.

—

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Messages From Her Ex

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Trent has her phone with him when some messages from her ex pop up on the screen.

Everything was going well. Trent was listening to a song with a headphone on as Jordan talked to the camera, giving answers to some questions about him—they were trying to figure out which one of them knew each other better. They were shooting YouTube content before the training session today, and honestly, Trent had been having fun so far.

But the fun immediately ended for Trent, when he saw a notification pop up on the phone.

The phone belonged to her. Her. A staff from the media team, whom Trent had had a crush on for so long, whom he had been going on dates with for a while. He knew the phone was hers, not only because she was the one who gave it to him, but also because he was familiar with the yellow phone case with her initials printed on the back.

More importantly, he knew her ex-boyfriend’s name. He got real alarmed when the name showed on the screen with a couple of messages that said:

Please just think about it

I meant everything I said. I’m still in love with you

Trent’s stomach did the uneasiest dip. He lost his focus in an instant, it went chaotic inside his head. He wasn’t supposed to read those—he only meant to use the phone to change the song—but he did and he read them thrice to make sure that he saw it right. Trent looked so dazed and upset for the rest of the shoot, at some point Jordan needed to ask if he was okay. He made up an excuse, saying he might have eaten something wrong at lunch.

With a worried look painted all over her face, she asked the same question after the shoot had ended. He must’ve been acting really strange and God knows how the video would turn out but he couldn’t care less. There was a more important matter that he was already dying to get out of his chest. But he still had a microphone on him so he gave her the same answer. He excused himself and quickly left the room.

—

Obviously, he didn’t do well at training. He had hoped that focusing on training would make him forget about those messages but he was wrong. He kept making mistakes, his teammates yelled at him a lot but he didn’t even have the will to defend himself.

Training was done for the day. After taking a brisk shower and doing some more contemplating, Trent decided to look for her. 

He was just walking around trying to look casual, and luckily he caught her walking to the first team’s restaurant, so he followed suit. She stopped at the fruit bar and was getting herself a bowl of fruit salad. Trent didn’t even bother to announce his presence and copied what she was doing.

“You okay?” If earlier she was worried when she asked him the question, this time she asked with a flat and dull tone.

“Yeah.” He simply shrugged.

She took a few seconds to stare at him before she slightly shook her head. “I don’t think you’re okay.”

“Why do you think so?” Trent stared back.

She let out a sigh. “Because you read the texts on my phone. The ones from my ex,” she muttered before leaving him to search for a table. Trent felt his heart slowly sinking.

She chose a table in the corner of the room to give herself—and Trent—a little bit of privacy. Everyone knew they were friends so it wouldn’t be odd for anyone to see them sitting together. There was barely anyone in the restaurant too since it was out of meal time, so even if the conversation they were about to have got a bit tense somehow, it would be safe from anyone’s ears.

“I didn’t mean to read them,” Trent said. “I was looking at the screen and they just popped out.”

She was silently munching on her salad. She looked sour, but Trent couldn’t quite figure whether it’s more of sadness, anger, or something else.

“Is he reaching out to you again?” Trent asked. “Has he been bothering you? What is he asking you?”

“He’s just… Been messaging me. Saying sorry and that he… Regrets everything. He’s just saying everything he’d said before,” she answered hesitantly.

“And that he’s still in love with you?” He remembered the exact line that still made his blood boil every time he thought about it. He actually felt sick. “Is he trying to get you back? After everything he’s done to you?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t really been responding to him.” She shrugged. “I have work to do, I don’t really have time to think about it.”

“Well, that’s good, maybe– Maybe you shouldn’t. If– If you feel bothered maybe you should just block him or something, don’t give him access to you.”

She shifted in her chair uncomfortably. She didn’t answer, taking a sip of her glass of water instead. “Trent, I understand your concern. I really do. But I can handle this, okay?” She said, staring at him. “I’m sorry, but I would really appreciate it if you let me handle this myself.”

Trent instantly fell silent, clenching his jaw shut. It sounded like she was trying to put him in his place; he certainly felt so. He dropped his gaze as he felt a pang of guilt about the way he was acting. Maybe he’d actually crossed the line.

His reactions and actions weren’t without any reasons. They hadn’t only been going to casual dates—they’d actually talked about going for a more serious relationship. Work had to come first at the moment for both of them but they were slowly and surely going there. There was some sort of commitment between them, hence all his concerns and worries surfacing when her ex-boyfriend came back to the picture.

But whether Trent liked it or not, her ex-boyfriend was none of his business. He had no right to meddle with it.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” Trent mumbled. “I was– I was just worried about you. I don’t want you to– I’m hoping that you won’t give him a chance to hurt you again.” He nervously fumbled out the words before meeting her gaze again. “He hurt you, he’d taken so much from you.”

“And I’m the last person who’s gonna forget about that.” She gave him a sheepish smile. “I need you to trust me a bit more, Trent.”

“Okay.” Trent nodded. “Yeah. Right. I just want you to know that I’m here, so… I’m right here for you. Please don’t let him in again.”

She was silent for a moment. But then she made a bold move to quickly reach out for Trent’s hand across the table and give it a squeeze, making Trent’s heart jump. “I’ve made my choice. And I know it’s gonna be the best not just for me, but for both of us,” she said as she gazed fondly at him. Trent was her choice.

Trent felt like he should’ve known better. He’d been friends with her for years and she was someone he’d always trusted. Surely, after the past couple of months of knowing her more and growing a special relationship with her, he shouldn’t have thought that she would suddenly change her mind about them, not to mention how she’d stated that she’d closed the chapter of her life that involved her ex.

“Of course. Yeah. I’m so sorry,” Trent said, still holding her hand. He would’ve loved to hold her hand longer but someone was coming so she needed to let it go. “But you get me, yeah, why I’m kinda mad? Not at you, obviously. It’s just– The audacity of that man to reach out to you again?” Trent was getting on it again, but she shot him a warning look. “Okay, okay. Sorry, I’ll stop. But if he bothered you too much and you feel like you need me, I’m always here.”

“Yeah, I know.” She smiled, but then suddenly, it turned to a small chuckle. “This whole situation is really confusing but I’m not gonna lie, I like seeing you being protective. I’m pretty convinced that you hate him more than I do.”

“Told you I’d beat him up if I ever saw his face.”

“Okay, calm down now.”

Trent couldn’t help but to chuckle too. He picked up the fork and started eating the fruits that he wasn’t really supposed to have—his nutritionist had instructed him to cut out snacking. They fell into a comfortable silence as they just looked at each other.

—

Trent decided to hang around the training ground for a little bit, getting questioned by some of the staff and the last ones of his teammates on why he was still there. He made up an excuse, saying that he would need to pick his mum up in a bit and he had nothing to do until then. But Hendo gave Trent a secret knowing look, because the captain understood that he was actually just waiting for her to get off from work; Hendo knew about the two of them. 

A minute after he noticed her walking down the main stairs and heading out, Trent bid his goodbyes to the staff he was talking to, and also headed out to the parking lot. He put his hoodie on and it wasn’t because the sky was gloomy and it looked like it was going to rain. Trent walked into his car, hanging his head low, and he could see that she was getting on hers which was parked just right behind his.

But Trent didn’t stop at his car. He walked past it, walked over the curb, and knocked twice on her passenger’s seat window. He opened the door and he slid himself in.

“What are you doing?!” She asked, a mixture of shock and puzzled look was painted all over her face.

Trent answered by grabbing the side of her face and leaning in to connect their lips. He instantly felt electricity rushing on his veins, his heart pounding hard on his chest—it felt absolutely thrilling but also relieving in some ways. He kissed her sweetly, but a little bit desperate, with his thumb gently stroking her cheek. He stopped for a second before giving her the last peck and trailed a few kisses on her cheeks and jaw. He then quickly pulled himself back.

She was definitely too stunned to speak. Her eyes were wide, but Trent knew that it wasn’t because she was mad—it was because she was absolutely flustered. 

“Sorry. Needed that. Really needed that.”

“Oh my God, Trent! What if someone saw that??”

“What if someone saw you holding my hand back there?” He casually said as his hand reached for the door handle. He opened it and swiftly got out. She rolled down the window once the door was shut again.

She put a palm against her forehead. “You’re just… Insane.” She shook her head in disbelief.

“Told you I needed that,” Trent said in a more serious tone. He meant it. And he hoped she understood why he needed that. The thing with her ex had stressed him out pretty bad today and he was just aching for some intimacy with her.

“Okay. Now can you please go?” She urged.

“Okay, okay,” he chortled. “See you tomorrow?”

“Well, I’ll get here before you do just like any other day.”

Trent gave her a playful smile, took a good look at her still flushed face, before he walked away. He tapped the roof of her car, saying, “I’ll call you tonight.” He didn’t hear an answer but he would do it anyway and he knew she’d pick up.

She drove away as he got into his car and started it. Trent gripped his hands tight on the steering wheel and it was when he finally realised how hard his heart was beating. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head slightly as he turned on the radio. 

Maybe Trent shouldn’t have to worry about her ex. Trent was the one treating her right and they were pretty much together. Everything had been going in the right way and it would only be going that way as long as they trusted each other—that was what this relationship had been built on after all. She’d chosen him and Trent would hold on to that. He would just shake off what had happened today, and maybe think about something more important, like how he’d ask her to make their relationship official one day.

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Jealous

Son Heungmin

His recent photoshoot comes out and this time she’s not really happy about it. [Requested]

It had been two hours since the photos from the new photoshoot dropped and she still found herself speechless. They were now all over the internet and she’d actually dumped her phone somewhere in the bedroom because she needed to stop looking at them.

She knew that Sonny had the potential to be a supermodel; he had the build and the skills. He posed and moved in front of the camera like he was born to do it. She always felt proud and happy every time the results of his hard work came out, but she couldn’t really say that this time.

Maybe she should’ve prepared herself for this Calvin Klein photoshoot. She’d been so excited when he signed the contract, but she’d only realised it just now that it meant the whole world got to see him being that incredibly hot.

She was curled up on the sofa in the living room when Sonny came home. He announced to the whole house saying, “Baby, I’m home!” which she answered with a low “I’m here…” hoping he could figure out where she was.

The TV was on. She’d put on a random cooking channel but of course, she hadn’t been watching it because her mind was occupied by other things. Yes, yes, the photoshoot. She was getting annoyed and it showed.

“Hi, baby. You okay?” Sonny could notice it immediately, the long face and the pout.

“Yeah…”

Sonny knew she wasn’t okay. She didn’t even bother to look up at him.

“Bad day?” he guessed. He approached her, leaned down when she was close enough to put a kiss on top of her head. He then sat beside her and naturally placed a hand on her thigh.

“No, it was fine… How was your day?”

“Good, good… Training was fun today. Talking about the tactics is stressing me out but we’re making progress.” 

She only responded with low hum as she reached for the TV remote at the coffee table, her thumb hovering over it before she decided to randomly surf the TV channels. It was getting awkwardly quiet and from the corner of her eyes, she could see that Sonny was eyeing her.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” Sonny said, trying to draw out a reaction from her. But she once again only hummed and didn’t budge at all.

“Baby…” Sonny shifted on the sofa, now facing her. He took her free hand and held it. “This is your chance to tell me what’s going on before I go to the showers.”

“It’s nothing, it’s… It’s stupid,” she said as she slightly shook her head. “You’ll just laugh at me if I tell you.”

“I promise I won’t.”

She finally turned to him, meeting his eyes. He looked so innocent, confused as to why she was being weird, even worried if he’d done something wrong. She immediately felt uneasy being under his gentle gaze, almost embarrassed even though Sonny didn’t even know what was going on.

“Those photos from the Calvin Klein photoshoot…” She started, but paused in an instant, giving herself a chance to bail out.

“They’re good, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, very good. But that’s the thing.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

She looked away, let go of his hand, and grabbed a pillow. She hugged it for some comfort. “You look too good, babe. And the whole world gets to see that. And I– just– I don’t know. I’m just annoyed about it.”

“Are you jealous?” Sonny got it right with one guess.

Well, he knew her. She was a bit of the jealousy type. Sonny understood, he couldn’t blame her. South Korean national captain, Spurs legend, ambassadors for so many brands, he’d gotten himself a huge following. Eyes were always on him. People would always be ready to admire him, adore him, and literally drool over him.

“Maybe I am,” she shrugged, trying to make it look like it wasn’t a big deal. It really wasn’t, though, that was why she was reluctant to talk about it. “I told you it’s stupid, just forget it.”

“No, no, it’s not stupid,” Sonny shook his head. “You have the right to be jealous, you’re my wife.”

She sighed and turned to him again. “I know, but it’s your job. I’m not supposed to be annoyed about it, but…” She cupped Sonny’s face and pouted even more. “Sometimes I just hate that I have to share you with the rest of the world.”

Sonny matched her pout and he slouched his shoulders, signs that her words were affecting him.

“Especially when you were being that sexy. It’s truly unfair,” she finished off.

Sonny couldn’t help but to chuckle, making her pout quickly turn into a small shy smile. “See? I know you’d laugh! It’s stupid, like I said, it’s stupid.” She playfully slapped him on his shoulder.

“No, I mean, I’m glad that you’re jealous. If you’re not, then I must have done something wrong.”

“That’s the problem, you’re too handsome and too good at being a model. And all the ladies want you. That’s annoying.” She rolled her eyes, which earned more chuckles from Sonny.

Sonny circled his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a kiss. “You know I’m yours. I belong to you. People only see what we want them to see, remember?” He said after he pulled away. She rested her head on his shoulder and he gently caressed her hair. “Maybe I should try to tone it down a little bit next time. Try to make it not too sexy.”

“That’s impossible, you’re naturally sexy,” she sighed. “Maybe you should just terminate the contract, you know? Can’t you just cancel it?”

Sonny laughed and this time she joined in. She realised how silly she was being. She and Sonny had talked so many times about it before—when he was out there, he belonged to everyone who supported him so he always needed to do his best but when he was at home, he belonged only to her. But still, she couldn’t help but to feel annoyed when the rest of the world got to ‘have’ her husband, especially when she wanted him all for herself.

“I think that is not possible,” he responded.

She sighed, detaching himself from him. “I know, just forget it. I’m just being silly.”

Sonny smiled and ruffled her hair, staring at her like he really adored her, which was only the truth. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous,” he said as he stood up from the sofa. “Okay, I’m going to take a shower. Do you want to join me?” He offered his hand. She rolled her eyes but took his hand anyway.

Guess she didn’t really have to be jealous. After all, the rest of the world didn’t have this privilege and some others. These were only hers.

—

anon wanted me to write anything based on that photoshoot and this is what i came up with. hope you enjoyed that!

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A Friend?

John Stones

(ft. Jude Bellingham & Jordan Henderson)

No one ever believes it when they introduce each other as a friend. His teammates are no exception. [Requested]

John should’ve known better. No one was going to buy it when he introduced her as a ‘friend’. But he didn’t really have any choice, did he? It was the truth. They were friends, as much as he wished that they were more than just friends.

“A friend?” Jude asked almost in disbelief as he raised his eyebrows when he shook her hand. “Right. You two are friends,” he said in a teasing tone. A playful little smirk appeared on his face.

John glared at his younger teammate. They were all in the stands after the match with their friends and family. John had just been talking with her when Jude and Jordan came out of nowhere. Jude asked John to introduce him to the lovely lady. To be fair, John had mentioned her name a couple of times before in front of his teammates. Now that she was finally there, they could put the name into a face.

“What a nice friend you are, coming all the way here for John,” Jude continued. John was sure he was on a mission to tease him. “Must be a special friend then, John?”

“Manners, Jude. That’s rude,” Jordan whacked Jude on the back of his head and the lad acted hurt. Jordan then extended his hand to shake her hand and they both introduced themselves to each other. “I’m Jordan. Pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Finally? Sorry, uh… John’s mentioned me before?” The shy look that had been on her face was replaced by a look of surprise.

“He’d just been moaning about how the tea here doesn’t match his taste. Man loves his tea, doesn’t he?” Jordan glanced at John and for a second John thought that there was a mischievous look in his eyes. “He kept mentioning a name to Kyle, saying that this person makes the best tea and he missed it. Kyle thought that he actually missed the person though, not the tea.”

John shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Oh, come on. You need to go that far?”

Jordan and Jude got the same triumphant smile on their faces—John sighed in defeat and she let out a nervous giggle. Fortunately, the two lads were kind enough to let it go.

It wasn’t until they left that John found the courage to look at her. She just stood there biting her lips, her cheeks looked more rosy than before. John felt more embarrassed knowing that she was embarrassed. He was definitely going to give Jude some lessons later, and maybe, bring Dave the cat close to Jordan so Dave could give him a little scare.

“I’m sorry,” John apologised, running a nervous hand on his hair. “They can be like that sometimes.”

“It’s fine, John. I’m actually happy to see that you guys are getting along so well.”

“Yeah, imagine what I have to put up with every day.”

John caught her smile before he quickly looked away, mostly because he still felt embarrassed. They both fell silent and John could feel that it was suddenly getting slightly awkward. This was only normal, but it really wouldn’t be awkward if she was truly just a friend.

But she was never only a friend to John. He adored her—if he was asked to be honest right now, he’d say that he was really in love with her. She was the one he thought about when he woke up in the morning, the one he always wanted to tell Kyle about, the one who occupied his mind when he wasn’t thinking about football. It had been almost a year since things started blooming between them, but John had always been holding back because he knew she wasn’t looking for a relationship yet—she’d just gotten out of a serious relationship that didn’t end well—and he respected that.

“Ugh…I actually hate every time this happens, you know. This… Awkward moment.” John turned to her with slightly furrowed eyebrows, but she didn’t look back at him; she was looking far into the empty pitch. “It’s just like, funny, how everyone is surprised every time we introduce each other as friends. Like, which part of it is really hard to believe?”

John let out a nervous chuckle, unsure of how to respond to that. For some reason, he agreed. But he could also actually give her plenty of reasons right now why no one would buy it.

It was the way they looked at each other, the way they behaved around each other, and treated each other. There was something different, something special between them that was so noticeable.

“But they’re right, though.” She sighed, finally looking back at John. Her voice was low but loud enough for John to hear.

“About what?”

“About us. We’re kind of… More than friends. It’s always been that way.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. You don’t think so?”

John shrugged. “No, sure. Sure, I do.”

John’s heart rate accelerated. All this time he’d always tried to convince himself that she felt the same way like he did—that there was something special between them—and now he’d just gotten the confirmation for it.

“Right. I mean, like, I kinda know that you’ve been giving me space, but… I feel like I’m ready to share that space with someone else.”

John couldn’t believe that they were having this conversation right here, right now. He quickly scanned his eyes around and thankfully everyone was busy with their own families and friends; his parents were engaged in a conversation with Ramsdale’s parents. John turned on his seat, facing her. He stared at her beautiful eyes and he could feel that there was something slightly different in the way she looked at him.

“Well… If you want to be more than friends, I’m up for it.”

She scoffed and then laughed, drawing a grin from John. She shook her head and stared back at John with what he believed as a fond gaze.

“That’s a very lame way to ask me to be your girlfriend, John Stones.”

“But you get the point. I can’t really take you on a date and bring you flowers now, can I?” His gaze then shifted to her hand and he confidently took it in his hand, giving it a light caress. “I promise I’ll take you on a date when we get home.”

She nodded. “Fine, okay. Uhh, I think it’s time for you to go?” They both looked around and saw his teammates started leaving. It was about time for them to go back to the hotel. “You go, then. Please pet Dave for me?”

John smiled. “Yeah, sure,” he said as they both stood up. He pulled her into a tight, warm hug and he wished that he could spend a little bit more time with her. He knew he would already miss her once he hit the dressing room. “Can I kiss you?” he whispered in her ears.

“Sure. You okay with the cameras?”

“I’m gonna make it real quick.”

“Okay.”

With one swift motion, John let her go from his embrace and gave her a quick peck on her lips; his stomach flipped when their lips met. She was rather stunned when he’d done it, a shy look was painted all over her face. She couldn’t contain the happiness so she laughed and John laughed with her.

“Okay, then. Call me when you get back?” John asked.

She nodded. John then said goodbye to her and his parents.

Everything had happened so quickly. John had just started to process everything when he walked down the tunnel. His heart was comfortably pounding in his chest and if Picks saw him right now, he’d definitely say “You look like an idiot, why are you smiling like that?”. He’d gotten the win and the girl, you’d understand why he was smiling like that.

“Here’s the thing, John.”

John felt an arm around his shoulder. It was Jude again. He looked serious this time.

“Friends don’t really kiss each other on the lips, you know,” Jude said.

John rolled his eyes and shrugged Jude’s arm off. He gave Jude a look and started to quicken his pace. “Well, that’s the thing. We’re not really friends anymore.”

Jude stopped on his track and he dropped his jaw. John wished he could have taken a picture because the boy was absolutely stunned.

“Wait— What do you mean??” He said, and John saw realisation slowly hit him. “Nah, you didn’t, mate! You didn’t!!”

John laughed in satisfaction and ran off before Jude started chasing him.

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world cup is over but i still have a couple world cup-themed imagines, i hope you don’t mind!

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Making An Effort (Fix This)

Son Heungmin

She flies to London to surprise Sonny. They haven't been talking after an argument that they had, where he says that she doesn't make any efforts for their long-distance relationship. [Requested]

The busy streets of London looked merry like always. People were out in the evening and the city lights were beautiful. On a normal occasion, looking at this view through the car window would usually make her feel calm and warm. But it wasn’t the case tonight, knowing that with every passing second, she was getting closer to reuniting with Sonny.

This was an impulsive decision. Very impulsive of her. But when it comes to love, sometimes you need to do things that your normal-self would call crazy. Especially when you know that you could only pull back your relationship from the brink of its ending only if you do something.

She had taken a leave from work and had booked the earliest flight she could find to London. She had travelled far and flown hundreds of miles—she’d only had restless sleep on the plane—but she was still very determined to go straight to Spurs’ stadium. She wanted to see Sonny play. She was making an effort.

They were on halftime break when she arrived. Emily, Ben’s wife, welcomed her in the family lounge with a big hug. The first thing she said to Emily was expressions of gratitude for willing to help her tonight.

“You sure you don’t want to go back to our place before dinner? We can go now and still make it in time,” Emily asked her, looking worried because she actually did look like a total mess right now. She had tried to freshen up earlier but not even her best concealer could hide those tired eyes.

“No, I’m okay. I want to see him play,” she answered. “I probably should make sure that our reservation at the restaurant is really secured.”

“Okay. Do you want some tea? Let me make you a cup of tea, yeah?”

She smiled and nodded. “That would be lovely, Emily, thank you.” She felt Emily giving her shoulder a light squeeze as she left, leaving her to make a call and run over her plan for the surprise dinner tonight.

—

She and Sonny had had an argument before the world cup. But somehow they’d just put it aside because he needed to be focused for the big tournament. They had been barely talking since. Even after the tournament had ended, she hadn’t heard anything from him at all and she had been hesitant to reach out.

“If you still want this relationship, then you must understand that I can’t be the only one making efforts.”

She remembered his words from the argument. The long distance between them was always the biggest issue. Not long after their first anniversary, she’d accepted a job abroad so for the past year they’d been living in different countries, different time-zones.

At first it was fine. But after some miscommunications, unhonesty, and lack of communication that they’d never really resolve and sometimes not even acknowledge, it became not fine. The problems had all mounted up and both of them had ended up hurting each other.

But she had had more than enough time for herself to think—to figure out where and why the downfall happened, to understand herself, and try to put herself in Sonny's shoes. She had realised that he wasn’t wrong when he said she wasn’t really making an effort. She had found the courage to admit that she hadn’t been the best partner for him.

She still loved him. And this relationship was worth fighting for. Those were the conclusions she’d gotten from her sleepless nights where she pondered about everything. With the hope that he felt the same way, she went the extra mile to fly out to where he was and try to save their relationship, reminding her that she’d used to do these extra miles to win his heart, when things had been so much simpler between them.

A couple of days ago, she’d reached out to Emily and Ben to ask for a favour. To invite Sonny to eat out and she would surprise him there. The couple, being the kind people and good friends that they were—saying that they believed that every relationship would have rough bumps and that she and Sonny deserved a chance to fix everything up—agreed to help.

She arrived at the restaurant before Sonny and the couple. She waited in the private VIP room that she’d booked. She kept shifting uncomfortably in her chair and checking her watch once every two or three minutes. She was only going to meet her own boyfriend, yet she felt ridiculously uneasy and nervous. Mostly because she knew this could either go very right or very wrong.

After what felt like forever, her phone suddenly buzzed on the table, making her heart jump. It was a message from Emily.

We’re here

She quickly stood up and went over to the mirror, making sure she looked decent. She’d had time to change into a better pair of clothes and put on more makeup; she wanted to look pretty for Sonny. It reminded her of the old days, where she would do anything to look at least presentable, because she knew that Sonny was always in public’s eyes and she wanted to look like a good pair for him.

She sat back down just in time before the door opened. Emily and Ben entered the room. She put on a smile on her face, eyes searching for the figure she was dying to see, who entered the room last.

“Surprise!” She said when Sonny finally saw her.

He stopped in his tracks, mouth agape as he realised that he wasn’t hallucinating. She was, in fact, there. Ben was making some comments, but she couldn’t hear any of them because her heart was pounding in her ears. She just stared at her boyfriend that she hadn’t seen for months.

Sonny didn’t take his eyes off her as he approached her. His face was blank, she couldn’t really tell whether he was glad to see her or not. But when she stood up, he wasted no time in pulling her into a hug.

She let out the biggest sigh of relief when he wrapped his arms around her. His hug still felt so warm, so welcoming. And truly, there was no better feeling than being embraced by the person you long for the most.

—

The four of them sat down together for a while, catching up a bit about their lives. But then the couple decided to leave despite her insisting that they should stay. They said that she and Sonny should have the time and the room all for themselves, making up for the lost times.

“What’s… What’s all this?” Sonny asked a moment after Ben and Emily left them.

“It’s just me making an effort,” she answered. “I missed you and I really wanted to see you, so… Here I am. Are you mad?”

“No, it’s just a little bit confusing. Why– Why didn’t you just call me? Tell me that you’re coming here? Thank you for the surprise, it’s nice, but– I’m just confused…”

“I’m sorry,” she said with a timid voice. “I was just scared to see you. Our last fight was… Bad. I was worried if you were still mad at me. I didn’t even know if you wanted to see me...”

“You could just call me and ask.”

She shrugged. “I was scared to even ask.”

“I’m your boyfriend…” Sonny shook his head and ran his hand through his hair frustratingly. “I feel disappointed in myself now. I couldn’t make my own girlfriend comfortable enough to talk to me... It shouldn’t be that way, innit?”

She slightly shook her head as she dropped her gaze. “But it’s on me too. I shouldn’t be scared but I do, because… I was afraid that I’d ruin our relationship even more.”

She heard Sonny letting out a heavy sigh. The next thing he did was reach out for her hand—he held it and gave it light strokes with his thumb. She just stared at their linked hands. The corners of her lips perked up ever so slightly without her even realising, as she felt a bit of relief washing down on her.

“It’s my fault too… I’m sorry for every hurtful word that I said to you,” Sonny started. “Babe, look at me.” She raised her head up and met his gaze. Her heart clenched when she noticed the regret written all over his face. “I’m sorry for saying you don’t care about us anymore, that you don’t make any efforts for us. I was selfish. I asked you for attention and I blamed you because you didn’t give me the attention that I wanted. But I didn't try to understand that you’re struggling too.”

She nodded. “It’s understandable. When we weren’t speaking, I had enough time to reflect on everything,” she said, shifting her gaze between his eyes and their linked hands. “I got to live my dream, I got to be independent like I’ve always wanted, but I got too comfortable. I detached myself from you… And I’ve realised that it’s not right. It’s not what I want.”

“It’s okay…”

“It’s not okay, babe, I– I lied and hid things from you. I tried to make things easier for us, maybe mostly for me. I got tired and felt like it’s okay for you not to know some things. It was wrong. I’m sorry.”

Sonny let go of her hand and her heart dropped for a second. She watched on as he got up from his chair and walked around the table. When she realised what he was going to do, she got up too and a second later, she was wrapped around his arms.

She couldn’t hold back her sudden tears, they rolled down her cheeks, and eventually fell onto his shirt dampening it. It seemed like Sonny realised that she was crying because he started stroking her back and her head, also planting small kisses on the side of her head. He let her cry and she honestly appreciated it. All this time she’d been crying alone, it felt nice to be able to cry whilst being embraced by him again—just like how it used to be—and she could just finally let everything out.

After a while, Sonny loosened his arms and he searched for her face. He held her face and erased her tears with his fingers before he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“Thank you for coming here, yeah? I really appreciate your effort. I love you, baby,” Sonny said with all sincerity. She couldn’t help to let out a sob, more tears fell from her eyes. “I’m sorry that our relationship became a mess but I know that I love you. Now let’s fix this. Me and you.”

“Together?”

“Yes. Together. I promise I will always be there for you this time.”

She softly nodded. “I love you too,” she whispered.

Sonny smiled as they gazed into each other’s eyes. She slowly felt like her chest was getting less and less heavy. They definitely still have so many things to talk about and obviously look for the solutions to fix their mess, but for now, she just wanted to be held by him and stare deep into his beautiful eyes.

They just needed to stay like that, reminding themselves why they loved each other, why this relationship was worth fighting for. This was just another hardship that they could overcome, because they believed that their love was stronger than they knew.

—

finally a sonny angst!! i revamped this fic THRICE, took longer than it should (i feel so bad😭). i made it too complicated, so i got very stressed out, but i think this is the best that i could come up with. i hope you liked it!

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A Conversation With Ralph

Jack Grealish

They have a quarrel in the morning before Jack leaves for training. When he comes back, he finds her having a conversation with their dog. [Requested]

“What do you mean you can’t?”

She folded her arms, leaning on the kitchen counter. The gesture was a sign that she was being serious—Jack had been dating her for long enough to know it. The demanding tone of her voice also said so.

“I can’t. I can’t go to lunch with you and your mum today,” Jack said as he picked a can of drink from the fridge, quickly shutting the door. “I’ve got an interview after training.”

“What interview?”

“An interview with Sky Sports or something.”

“But you said you’re available today, that’s why we chose today to pick my mum up, have lunch, then we’ll go to the hospital to visit my sister and the baby. I’ve even bought the presents you told me to get.”

“Well, I’m sorry. I forgot that I’ve got an interview, I’ve just gotten a reminder from the staff just now. I won’t be able to make it to lunch.”

She was getting really upset, Jack could tell by how tense she was, how her eyes were glaring at him with disappointment. He gently grabbed her by the waist and leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead. It was out of habit—they would always give each other a kiss before they leave the house—but he also did it with the hope that she wouldn’t get so mad at him.

“If the interview finishes early, I’ll catch you at the hospital, how about that?” Jack persuaded.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re making another promise right now, after you can’t even keep one?” 

Jack couldn’t say that her words were not bothering him. He admitted that it was his fault, but he thought she was making it bigger than it actually was. “What do you want me to do? I can’t just cancel the interview.”

She let out a heavy sigh and shook her head. “Yeah, whatever.” She walked past Jack, slightly bumping her shoulder on his.

“What? You’re mad now?”

“Can’t you tell?” She abruptly picked up the dirty pan from the stove and the utensils that were scattered on the counter. “This is not the first time this is happening, Jack.”

“Babe, this is work.” Jack’s tone was rising. “You know I can’t really do anything about it.”

She dumped them in the sink and they clattered rather loudly—Jack shrieked. “You could’ve actually re-checked your schedule. Last night we literally talked about what we were going to do today and you said it sounded like a perfect plan.”

“Well, I’m sorry. We could just reschedule it.”

“That’s so easy for you to say,” she said as she turned the faucet on and began to wash the dishes.

Jack’s shoulder slumped—it could’ve been a perfect, peaceful morning. But now she was upset, and he was upset too. It was never a good thing to leave the house being stressed out and without a kiss from her, but today, Jack had to.

—

The interview took longer than Jack had expected. He’d thought that he could leave right away and go to her hospital to see her sister’s newborn baby, but it turned out that the boss wanted to speak to him about some important matters for the next game, so he stayed.

It was almost dinner time when he arrived home. Her car was on the driveway so he knew that she was already home. During the drive home, all Jack had been able to think about was the quarrel that they’d had this morning. He regretted that it had happened, regretted how he’d handled it; he felt like he could’ve done better, mostly because he realised that the fault was his in the first place.

Jack took the time to stop by the kitchen and down a glass of water to collect and compose himself. He prepared himself to apologise to her and try to make it right—he knew he needed to apologise to his mum and his sister too, they’d surely expected to see him but he ended up not showing up. When he was ready, he went up the stairs to their bedroom with heavy steps. 

But he slowed his steps when he caught her voice from the hallway. It sounded like she was speaking to somebody.

“So what I’m trying to say, yeah, is that I wish Jack could show a bit more of a commitment to my family. He hasn’t been doing that lately,” she said in a quite serious tone. “They understand that he’s always busy and all that but since we’ve been dating for a while now, they actually wanted to see more from him.”

Jack’s heart dropped. She was talking about him. Is she on the phone? With her friend? There was a moment of silence before she started speaking again.

“You know, my parents didn’t approve at first when they knew I’m dating such a high profile person, but since day one I’ve only told them good things about Jack. I got them to see what I see in him until they gave their blessings. Jack has done a lot too to prove that he’s genuinely a good guy, so I don’t want him to lose their trust…”

He suddenly felt like he was intruding. As much as he wanted to know what she was thinking about him, he shouldn’t be hearing any of this.

“Do you think I’m being too pushy? Am I being too hard on him?” She continued. Jack was thinking whether he should just go into the bedroom or go back downstairs. “Ralph? Are you even listening to me? Ralph? Oh– You’re sleeping now? I’m not done talking to you.”

Jack didn’t realise that he’d been holding his breath—he let out a long sigh of relief upon the realisation. Ralph. She was only talking to Ralph, their dog. She loved talking to Ralph and it seemed like he was sharing about her troubled mind to the dog. Jack tiptoed towards the bedroom. The door was ajar and he carefully peeked inside.

She was sitting on the bed. Ralph was lying beside her, his head resting on her thigh, as she gently stroked Ralph's head. The view warmed Jack’s heart.

“I hope that he’ll at least make time to go see my niece. She’s gonna be his niece too…” She said, sounding rather hopeful. She then let out a little giggle. “Well, if he’s serious about being serious... Serious about this relationship, you know?”

“But I’m serious. I’m serious about us,” Jack said. He saw her snapping her head to the door with a horror face—it even startled Ralph, the dog woke up and whined.

“Oh my God, Jack!” She said, holding her chest as she let out a strong sigh of relief. “You’re scaring me! Why didn’t I hear your car?”

Jack stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He shrugged. “Maybe you’re too focused on having a conversation with Ralph.” He tossed his wash bag on the armchair and walked to the bed. He held her chin and slightly lifted it so he could put a kiss on her forehead.

“Hey, I mean it. I’m serious about us,” he repeated. He then sat in front of her.

“How much did you hear?” A tone of worry was noticeable in her voice.

“I heard enough.” Jack took a hold of her hand. “I’m sorry, babe. I know I’ve got to do better. I will.” He said, staring deep into her eyes. “Please, trust me. I love you so much, I always mean it when I say I’m serious about this relationship.”

Jack sounded so genuine. Her heart clenched almost painfully because she knew he was being sincere, his voice and face said it all.

“Work has just been overwhelming and I was stupid for thinking that I could maybe put the other things aside. I should’ve realised how these things mean so much to you,” he continued. “I’m really sorry.”

Jack’s eyes looked tired, his hair was messy, and there was a slight pout on his face. She frowned, actually feeling bad and definitely regretting the quarrel that they’d had this morning—maybe she was being a bit too hard on him.

“I know, Jack. You know I’d be fine if you want to put your work first, or put yourself first… I just need you to communicate it with me, maybe I could even help,” she tried to reason with him. “But sometimes your actions don’t reflect your words and I can’t help but to feel upset and disappointed.”

Jack nodded. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” He dropped his gaze and it landed on their linked hands. He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. “I’ll do better.”

A subtle smile grew on her face. She hated how he almost looked like a kid when he was sorry—or maybe she loved it, the differences were thin. And most of the time it was easy to forgive Jack, because she knew that he was actually trying, he just needed a little bit of reminder and a little bit of push sometimes, and it was her role to do that.

“I’m sorry too,” she said as she ran her hand through his hair, before it ended up holding his face. Jack looked at her again. “I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did this morning.”

Jack nodded again. “Come here,” he said, opening his arms. She wasted no time to shuffle closer—moving Ralph in the process—and sat on Jack’s lap. Jack searched for her face and pampered her cheeks with kisses before he pressed his lips into hers. She smiled as they kissed, making Jack do the same.

“I need to call your mum tomorrow, say sorry I couldn’t make it today,” Jack said. His hand was wrapped around her, as the other rested on her thigh—her arms circled around his neck.

She fell silent for a moment. “Do you know what? I haven’t given your present to my sister. If you’re free tomorrow or the day after tomorrow…” She shrugged. “Maybe we could go visit. My mum will be there anyway, we could bring lunch for everyone.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m free tomorrow after training.”

She slightly raised her eyebrows. That was what he’d said last time.

“I really am. I’ve checked.” Jack got a bit defensive as he tried to convince her. It made her chuckle, and Jack rolled his eyes.

“Okay, okay.” She smiled. “Well, I could take you to training, go to my meeting, pick you up, then we go to the hospital.”

“Sounds like a perfect plan. Wait– I said that last night, didn’t I?”

She chuckled again. “Yeah you did.”

“Yeah, but it’s for real this time.”

“Okay.”

Jack wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer for a hug. He buried his face on his shoulder. Tonight could have gone so much worse but he was lucky that she was yet again so understanding. He couldn’t take this for granted and this was a reminder for him.

“So, tell me about the baby,” Jack mumbled as he let her go and searched for her face. Her face lit up immediately at the mention of her new niece. She crawled out from Jack’s lap, but she was quickly replaced by Ralph. Jack gave the dog a cuddle, as she began to gush about the baby.

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Marcus Rashford

They’re keeping their relationship private, so they can’t show affection in public. Marcus makes sure he shows it when they have the chance to be alone, and apologises for something he’s done wrong.

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Marcus just wouldn’t let go of her, he hugged her tight for so long. To say that she was nervous was an understatement. The longer Marcus hugged her, the more nervous she was getting. She loved being in his embrace, she really did, but it was just the fact that he was hugging her not quite in a private place.

The players had been granted family time after their recovery session today. They’d gotten a big win yesterday against Wales, so spending some time with their loved ones was like a cherry on top. Some of them had chosen to go out and explore the area a little bit, some had chosen to stay at a villa near the hotel that had been arranged for them for the day.

Coady and his kids were taking a swim at the pool, Kalvin and his girlfriend were sitting and talking by the pool, Mason was playing with his nieces. Some of the lads and their families were hanging out on the porch. Marcus? He had taken her inside where nobody was there and given her the biggest hug he’d ever given her.

They hugged in silence. Marcus was slightly rocking her side to side, and she was getting confused because Marcus had barely said anything to her since she’d arrived. At first she was worried about getting caught, but now she was more worried about Marcus’ weird behaviour.

“You okay?” She finally decided to ask.

Her heart raced when she felt his deep chuckle rumbling on his chest. He caressed her back before finally loosening his arms, and she took the chance to search for his face. She felt a little bit of relief when she found the subtle smile on his face.

“I’m okay. I’m just happy about my performance yesterday and…” Marcus rested his hands on her waist, keeping her close to him. “I’m very happy to see you, really.”

“I’m very happy to see you too.” A smile grew on her face too. Memories from last night flashed on her mind and she still could still feel the thrill, and how her excitement had gone through the roof when Marcus scored. “It might be silly of me to say that I’m proud of you, since I haven’t been here for long, but I am really proud of you, Marcus. It’s always been amazing to see you play, but seeing you score goals at the world cup… It’s something else.”

“Nah, it’s not silly at all.” Marcus shook his head. “You’ve been supporting me and that's all that matters. Hey– Thank you for flying out here, it really means a lot.”

“I’d be so mad at myself if I hadn’t gone here. If I knew I had missed the chance to see those beautiful goals right where it happened, I’d be furious.”

Marcus let out another chuckle and it only made her smile grow wider. “You’ve made the right decision,” he said, and she nodded. “Did you see the celebration I did for you last night? The little flying kiss?”

She furrowed her eyebrows, more of a surprise than a confusion. “Oh, that was for me?”

“Of course that was for you!”

She giggled and felt her cheeks getting warmer. She could remember vividly how the lads huddled together in front of the family stand, celebrating Marcus’ second goal. And before Marcus had gone back in position to resume the game, he had taken the time to find her in the stand and sent her a flying kiss. Her heart jumped but she didn’t want to be too confident thinking it was for her.

“Well, I’m honoured. Thank you,” she said.

But Marcus’ smile faltered and he let out a small sigh. “I’m sorry,” he said suddenly. “I really want to say sorry because I know I haven’t been treating you right.”

“What do you mean?” Her face fell, quite taken aback by Marcus’ words.

“Last night when we were in the stands… I didn’t even give you a hug,” Marcus started. There was a heavy tone of regret in his voice, and she could easily find the regret in his eyes too. “I was too scared that people would take pictures, well– You know I’m just trying to protect you but– I was cold and indifferent, and it just wasn’t right.”

“Marcus, it’s fine.” She slightly shook her head. “We’ve talked about this. I understand.”

They were talking it slowly, that was their deal. And they wanted to keep their relationship private for the time being, just between their closest friends and family. Marcus was a high-profile person and he himself thought that he got a lot of exposure sometimes; he knew that she could get overwhelmed by that. Giving her all the time she needed to learn about his world was the top priority right now. She was his little secret and he needed to protect her; it meant no display of affection and mostly just acting like normal friends in public. Marcus tried hard to be careful with every action he took, but it seemed like he’d gone a little bit too far.

“I could do so much better. I could protect you and be careful without hurting you,” he said. “I’d do better, I promise.”

She held Marcus’ face with her hands. She got him to have his full attention on her and gave him a reassuring smile. “Marcus, honestly, you didn’t hurt me at all, I’m completely fine. Don’t worry too much about it, okay?” Her hands went to his shoulders and caressed them. “We’re both trying to do our best, Marcus, it’s all good… I’m actually flattered that you’re still thinking about me at this time.”

“I think about you all the time.”

She let out a little giggle, drawing a little smile from Marcus. “I think about you all the time too.” She wrapped her arms around Marcus’ middle and hugged him again. “I’m glad that we have some time to spend together today.”

“Yeah… I’ve really missed you.”

They both fell silent. Marcus was taking the moment to put a kiss on top of her head, which made her heart skip a beat. She couldn’t stop herself from wishing to kiss him right here right now.

“I want to introduce you to my teammates,” he said after a moment. “Would you like that?”

She loosened her arms and looked for his face. With lit up eyes, she met his gaze and she nodded her head. “Of course. I’d be so honoured.” She was honestly getting excited. “Can you introduce me to Kalvin Phillips? His girlfriend was such a sweetheart to me yesterday…”

“Yeah, sure.” He smiled. “But before that…”

Marcus cupped her hand with his hand and leaned in. He pressed his lips against hers. He kissed her and she felt her stomach flip. She held on for dear life onto his jumper, because her knees weakened from the sweet kiss and she was worried that she might lose her balance. At some point she stopped thinking at all and kissed him back.

They both were all smiles when they pulled away. This was the first time for her to be away from him for so long, so this kiss definitely felt different, and by the gaze in his eyes she could tell that he felt it too.

Marcus gave her a last peck on her lips before he grabbed her hand. “Let’s go. Are you ready?”

She nodded her head. It wasn’t the first time she was going to be introduced as Marcus' girlfriend, but even the idea still sounded crazy to her sometimes. But she held Marcus’ hand tight and put on her best smile, feeling nervousness and excitement building inside her as they walked back outside.

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pretty sure i wrote this just after that england vs wales game but i had requests to do back then so i needed to push this one aside😵 can’t help but to be happy seeing marcus doing good right now🥺

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Robbo’s Wedding

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Trent meets a girl at Robbo’s wedding. Someone who looks so angelic, he can’t stop staring. He wonders if he should make a move on her. 

Trent was absolutely jet-lagged. It was a bad one. He felt extremely tired, he had started to feel dizzy, and he was longing for the comfortable queen-sized bed back in his hotel room. It was incredibly irritating for him that this wedding was going at a very slow pace.

Trent had planned to sneak out early from the wedding. This was the first wedding of a friend that he ever took part in, and his mum had reminded him that it would be impolite to leave a wedding before the cake-cutting, so he stayed. But apparently Robbo wasn’t kidding when he’d said that he was going to celebrate all day long. The Portugal sun was going down but the newlyweds hadn’t even had their first dance yet.

He was starting to lose his focus, he couldn’t even keep up with the conversations the lads were engaging themselves in. Virgil started a conversation about pre-season but a moment later they were talking about Ox’s new car—and Hendo noticed that Trent was slightly dozing off.

“Go freshen yourself up, lad,” the captain said, patting Trent on his shoulder. Trent almost jolted to full consciousness. A piercing pain shot on the top of his head, making him wince. “I’m sure it’s going to begin shortly.”

“Yeah, you said that fifteen minutes ago,” Trent groaned. “Call me when it’s about to begin.”

Trent left the table and sneaked himself out to the restroom. A crazy idea crossed his mind, to just flee from the wedding and get back to his hotel, but he knew it was irrational, especially when he knew that it was his fault after all. He had extended his holiday by one day so he’d had no time to rest before the wedding.

But no one said he couldn’t take a nap. All he needed to do was just close his eyes for five minutes, or maybe ten, and he’d be fine. It sounded like a better plan than just washing his face to wake himself up.

So instead of turning to the left where the restroom was, Trent took the right turn, bringing himself to the other side of the building.

–

Trent squinted his stinging eyes open. He blinked them a few times as he looked around with knitted eyebrows. Green bushes, flower bushes, trees, a fountain on the left, a wooden bench across from him—he was in a garden. The sky was dark, but the garden lamps were lit, and the lights fell upon a figure that was standing in front of him.

“Hey.” The voice was sweet and belonged to a woman wearing a pink dress with a flower crown sitting on her head.

Trent took a deep breath. Okay, where was he again? Trent didn’t remember, he hadn’t yet; his eyes and head felt heavy, and his neck… Oh, his neck. He stretched his neck and felt a strain on the back of it, his hand went to caress it with his hand.

And then he looked up. The woman in the pink dress was still staring at him. There was a small smile plastered across her face. She looked beautiful, almost angelic, and when she batted her eyelashes, Trent felt his heart skipping a beat and inside his mind he thought, “Am I in heaven?”

She let out a short giggle as she blushed. “This place is heaven-like but unfortunately you’re not in heaven.”

Oh… Oh! Apparently Trent had said it out loud. He gritted his teeth as he finally regained his full consciousness, feeling a little hit on his cheeks. “Oh, God, sorry.”

“It’s fine.” She shrugged. “I’m sorry to wake you up but your phone was ringing. It fell to the ground.” In her hand was a phone in a red case which Trent believed belonged to him. He took it and stared at the screen. There were two missed calls from Hendo.

“Ah, yes… Thank you. I must’ve—” He shook his head, feeling silly because he literally had fallen asleep on a bench in the middle of a wedding. “I must’ve fallen asleep. I’m, uhh, very jet-lagged.”

“I see. Well, I was just walking by and I saw you. I think you have to go back because the reception is about to start… Again.”

Trent checked his watch. He must have fallen asleep for fifteen minutes or so. “Oh, yeah, Robbo’s gonna kill me if I’m not there for the first dance.”

“We better hurry, then. Well, I need to hurry,” she said as she started walking away. “See you later.”

“Yeah, thank you again.”

Trent watched on as she was leaving, walking so gracefully under the lights. She looked over her shoulder at him, flashed him her sweet smile that made his heart skip a beat again. Trent responded also with a smile just in time before she disappeared to the hallways.

—

“Stop staring. You’re being a creep.” Ox’s voice almost startled Trent. The man leaned into his ear and whispered right beside it.

“What d’you mean?” Trent got defensive instantly. He would never admit that deep down inside he was embarrassed because he was caught looking at her. Her, the girl he had met at the garden earlier, that he called an angel.

“Make a move if you fancy her. Don’t just sit here,” Ox advised, casually sipping on his drink. “Today is literally the only day you see her, you don’t know if your path is gonna cross again. You sure you won’t regret it if you miss this chance?”

Ox’s words lingered in Trent’s mind. He’d just been sitting there watching all the family and friends dancing. The newlyweds had had their first dance and had cut the cake, and Trent had thought that he would just sneak out. But he found himself reluctant to even move from his seat. It wasn’t because he didn’t have enough energy to jump on the dance floor.

It was because he had the perfect view of her dancing from where he was sitting.

She had this glow that made Trent couldn’t get his eyes off her. He pondered on the idea again, that maybe she was a real angel. The way her face and eyes lit up, the way she was feeling herself, dancing freely to the music, the way she smiled made him tingling with something he couldn’t even quite figure out.

Maybe Ox was right. Maybe he did fancy her. Robbo was his bestest friend but he wasn’t the one who made him stay at this party.

“Where are you going?” Trent was surprised because Ox suddenly stood up, rolling his sleeves up to his elbow.

“Making my move.” He said, winking his left eye. Trent's eyes followed him as he strutted confidently to the dance floor, approaching a brunette girl in a coral dress. Ox tapped the girl's shoulder and she greeted him with a smile.

Trent wondered if he should make his move too.

—

He didn’t make the move.

The next day, Trent boarded the plane that was going to take him home with heavy steps, because the only thing he could think about since he woke up this morning was her. Her with her pink dress and flower crown. Her sweet smile and her beautiful brown eyes, or were they hazel? Trent didn’t even get to figure it out.

Ox had made fun of him before they had left for the airport this afternoon, saying that Trent was a real coward for not taking the chance. Ox didn’t understand what he was afraid of.

Maybe it was because Trent was jet-lagged and he didn’t trust himself enough to present himself in front of a girl. Certainly not a girl who looked like an angel. Or maybe it was the what-ifs. What if he fell for her but she apparently lived on the other side of the country? What if she wasn’t interested in him too? What if she had a boyfriend? And if it was just going to be a one-time thing, Trent didn’t want it. He wasn’t in the right mind after all, so he thought that the sparks would just go away when he finally was, which had been proven to be wrong. 

He was so wrong. But thankfully, the universe was kind enough to give him a second chance.

Trent was just getting himself comfortable in his seat, putting his purse on the little compartment and putting the pillow on his lap. He was planning to just get a little nap or watch a movie on this two-hour flight.

People were still passing the aisles looking for their seats with the flight attendants helping. Trent wasn’t paying attention, until a familiar voice approached. He furrowed his eyebrows as he slowly raised his head.

Trent’s heart stopped when he realised who the girl in the brown jumper was, who was about to take a seat beside him.

“It’s you.” The words escaped his lips in a surprised tone, almost astonished.

His voice was loud enough for her to catch so she turned her head instantly. Her tired eyes suddenly lit up when she realised that it was Trent.

“It’s you!” She looked just as surprised as him. “Oh, what a coincidence!”

Trent’s lips curved into a smile, a quite silly one, without him realising. She excitedly took her seat and rolled down the partition that separated them.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she chortled. “I saw you leaving the party early last night.” She said, striking up a conversation immediately.

“Y— yeah. I did. Wanted to stay longer but—“

“You were jet-lagged,” she cut him off. And Trent nodded. “You didn’t even go to the dance floor.”

It wasn’t hard for Trent to catch the hint of disappointment in her voice. No, he wasn’t just making it up, because her smile also faltered a little bit.

“Yeah… I was jet-lagged.” Trent gritted his teeth, instant regret downing on him. That sounded so stupid, she knew that already, Trent. “And— We’re gonna get back to training tomorrow so… I’m saving up the energy.”

She made a face, a questioning one that also looked like she was impressed. “That’s some real dedication, that. It’s summer break, you don’t even let yourself party?”

“I do. I did, actually, I had plenty of fun. But the holiday's over, I’m afraid.”

“Time to get back to reality, huh?”

Reality would be better if it had you in it. That was a wild thought, he didn’t know where it came from. All he knew right now was, she was just as mesmerising as she was last night in her pretty dress, though right now she was only wrapped in a simple brown jumper with no makeup on her face. She was naturally pretty. Trent had to shift his gaze to stop his heart from racing more.

Brown. Her eyes were in a dark brown shade.

“I’m sorry. But I didn’t get to ask your name,” he said. He extended his hand to introduce himself. “I’m Trent.”

She took it immediately. Trent felt a little bit of electricity inside him when their hands touched. She smiled and told him her name.

“Nice to officially know you, Trent,” she said. Trent loved how his name rolled out from her tongue, how sweet she sounded when she said it.

Her voice was definitely going to be playing in his mind over and over again, like it had been since the first time he heard it yesterday.

—

It was the best flight Trent had ever been on. He may be exaggerating it, but it wasn’t every day that he wished the flight would take longer. The two and a half hours flight felt so quick. Trent wasn’t the most sociable person or good at talking, but with her it felt so easy. The conversations were smooth and it didn’t take long for him to feel comfortable enough with her to throw some jokes. And the best thing was, she laughed at his jokes.

She was a really nice person. She was a little bit shy but actually very fun to be with; the first part reminded him of himself. Trent learned a lot about her, including the most important parts like how they actually lived in the same city and that she had no boyfriend waiting for her at home. She told him about her job, a little bit about her hobbies, and he found everything about her interesting. He really liked her. His heart fluttered every time she smiled, he felt so calm listening to her voice, and every time he stared at her eyes, he just wanted to be lost in them.

They got off the plane together, went through immigration together, got their luggages together, like they travelled together. But it was actually just Trent’s excuse so he could stay longer with her. It seemed like she was doing the same, because she kept waiting for Trent so they could go together and walk side by side with their suitcases trailing behind them.

Their steps got slower as they approached the exit gate. Trent felt something tugging at the bottom of his heart. A voice in his head kept telling him to do something. Make a move! If he walked out that gate without having her number or inviting her to his games, he knew he’d regret it.

He didn’t want her to just be some random person from Robbo’s wedding. He wanted them to be friends, if they didn’t already, or even more than that. Definitely more than that.

“So… This is it.” She said with a sheepish smile as they stopped before the gate. She let out a sigh and it sounded heavy. “I guess this is goodbye?”

See? She looks disappointed! Trent was trying to convince himself that he wasn’t the only one who didn’t want this, whatever this was, to come to an end.

“It doesn’t have to be goodbye,” Trent blurted out. He didn’t quite know yet what to do but he needed to act fast. “It’s been, uh— It’s been a pleasure for me to spend some time with you and I’ve really enjoyed it. So maybe… Maybe we can hang out sometimes.”

“Really?”

“Of course! Would you… Would you like that?”

She briefly bit her lower lip and Trent felt his stomach flutter when he caught it. She nodded shyly, giving him a brighter smile which he replied with the same bright smile. 

“I’m gonna need your number, then.” Trent gave her his red-cased phone and she enthusiastically took it, writing her number down. Trent quickly saved it as her name with a smiley face beside it.

“Thank you. I’ll call you,” he said.

“I’ll be waiting.”

“Okay. Uh— Can I give you a hug?” Trent slightly opened his arms. He sounded more confident this time.

She didn’t answer, but immediately took one and a half steps forward, eliminating the distance that separated them and fell into his embrace. Trent wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she wrapped hers around his middle. He wished she couldn’t hear or feel his racing heartbeat but even if she did, he wouldn’t really feel embarrassed.

“See you again,” Trent said when he found her eyes again, caressing her shoulder lightly.

Her hand rested on his chest for a second before she gave it a light tap.

“See you again,” she repeated.

Trent couldn’t wait until their next meeting. He’d taken his chance and he felt absolutely amazing. He was already imagining their first date, their first kiss, and the first time she wore a Liverpool shirt with his name on it. She was already someone special.

She definitely wasn’t just some girl he met at Robbo’s wedding.

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A Little Celebration

Marcus Rashford

She asks Marcus to do a little celebration for her when he scores at the world cup. [Requested]

“Would you do a celebration for me when you score at the world cup?”

Marcus paused on his track. He had just gotten some socks from the wardrobe and was about to put it on the suitcase that he had laid out on the bed. He was packing for the world cup, he was going to leave in a few days.

“‘When’? I think you meant ‘if’. ‘If’ I score at the world cup,” Marcus answered, looking up at her, who was sitting on the bed, watching a match on the TV that she had put on.

“Nah, I’m gonna say ‘when’. I’m manifesting. Also, I just know you’re gonna score.”

Marcus stuffed the socks on the little space he had left on the suitcase and proceeded to lock the straps. “Like I’ve been saying, I’m just gonna try to do my best.”

“But let’s say… You score a goal,” she insisted. “What celebration are you gonna do?”

She turned to him and instantly met his eyes because he was already looking at her. Marcus huffed and put his hands on his waist. He looked like he was thinking.

Marcus certainly didn’t want to hope for too much. Of course he was going to try to score goals, it was his role on the squad, to bring the ball forward and score goals. But, hey, if by the end of this campaign he only ended up with an assist or two, he’d be okay with that. It wasn’t like he was not ambitious or didn’t have personal goals he wanted to achieve. He just thought that the team was the main focus and it would be better for him to start from there.

“I don’t know… Make a heart and point it at you?”

She scoffed. “That’s incredibly lame,” she commented. “Be creative.”

“Celebrations are spontaneous sometimes.” Marcus shrugged and walked to the nearby nightstand where he had put his phone on. “The more important thing is figuring out how I’m gonna make myself useful for the team and get myself on that pitch.”

“Fine. But promise me you’ll do a celebration for me when you score?”

Marcus’ eyes scanned the list that he had on his phone. “Yeah, yeah, okay. I promise.” She had a grin on her face when Marcus looked up at her again, clearly satisfied that she had gotten what she wanted. Marcus rolled her eyes because he’d let her win. “Now can you help me find my jumper? The white one I wore when we went to my mum’s last week? I can’t find it anywhere,” he asked. She excitedly stood up from the bed and went straight to the wardrobe.

“I swear to God, Marcus, if I find it in thirty seconds…” He heard her trail off. Marcus let out a sigh and found himself smiling.

That lady he was going to marry could be annoying sometimes, and it’s annoyingly cute. But he knew, when he scored a goal at the world cup, she’d be the first person he would think of.

—

The stadium erupted again with cheers and screams of joy from the England supporters. She jumped and clapped, immediately feeling tears welling up in her eyes. If you ask her to describe the happiness and the proud feeling that were taking over her right now, she wouldn’t be able to put it into words. Marcus had just scored his second goal in this match, third goal for him so far in the tournament.

“Oh, he’s fantastic! Two goals! Two!” Naomi, her friend who was standing behind her, exclaimed as she kept clapping too. But she couldn’t even respond because she was busy taking deep breaths, trying to keep the tears from falling.

Marcus was down there surrounded by his teammates. They were all taking turns to hug him, probably telling him that he’d done a good job. Jude took the last turn, gave Marcus a big hug and a big smile, before leaving Marcus alone. That was when Marcus looked up to the stands. He immediately found her and pointed his finger at her.

“He’s looking at you! He’s pointing at you!” Naomi stated the obvious, patting her on her shoulder.

She gave Marcus two thumbs up and a proud smile, she hoped Marcus noticed that. He walked a little bit closer and she was wondering what he was going to do because he was supposed to go back in position and resume the game.

But then Marcus kneeled on one knee. And with both hands, he made a gesture like he was opening a ring box. Her stomach flipped, and it felt like the air was sucked out of her lungs. Both her hands went to her chest as she choked up, her heart was beating fast. That was the celebration she’d asked from him. She didn’t know whether he had prepared for it or he had done it spontaneously, but he succeeded at making the butterflies in her stomach go crazy.

He was proposing to her. Again. And spontaneously, she nodded her head as if she was accepting his proposal. She held her hand up and flashed him the ring as they both shared a smile. Marcus punched a fist in the air and said ‘yes!’ before quickly standing up and laughing. Marcus sent her a flying kiss before he turned around and walked back to the pitch.

“What does that even mean?” A confused-looking Naomi asked.

“I asked him to do a little celebration. And he just did that…” She explained, dabbing her fingers on the corner of her eyes since a little bit of tears had escaped. “Oh, God, Naomi, I’m really going to marry him.”

“Yes! You’re a lucky one, you!” Naomi wrapped her arms around her and gave her a tight side-hug.

She sat down as she felt her legs giving out, the joy was almost overwhelming. She looked down at her ring. Memories from that night he proposed to her flashed in her mind, and once again made the butterflies in her stomach fly.

The match continued and she watched on with a smile that she couldn’t seem to erase from her face. She couldn’t wait for the match to be over, so she could give Marcus the biggest hug, a kiss, and tell him how proud she was of him.

—

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Weird Life

Son Heungmin

Sonny is dating a famous singer. After his national team got knocked out from the world cup, she posts pictures on Instagram that hints they’re dating. [Requested]

She couldn’t hit the right note. The emotion also wasn’t quite there. She had been trying to record the same bridge over and over again. The bridge was her most favourite part of a song, the most special for her personally. So if her vocals hadn’t reached the perfection that she wanted for it, she wouldn’t move on to the next parts.

“James, my love, I don’t think I can do this now,” she said, letting out a long and heavy sigh. She rubbed her eyes before looking at James, her vocal director, through the glass screen. Poppy, her personal assistant, Cindy, her producer, and Max, her recording engineer were all staring at her. Their eyes showed that they were all getting worried and nervous.

“Sweetheart, we really have to finish this song today,” James said. “Listen, if there’s anything I can do to make it easier for you, I’d gladly do it. If there’s anything I can get you—”

“Just get me my boyfriend,” she cried. “Do we know where he is? Pop, has he landed? Do we have any updates?”

“Not yet, honey. Hey, do you know what? I think we should take a little break.”

Five minutes later, she and Poppy were on the rooftop. She stood near the railings, looking down the busy street, resting both hands on her waist as she took deep breaths, trying to keep herself calm.

“I’ve made a terrible decision, haven’t I?” She asked. “What are they saying, Pop? The fans?”

“You’ve turned off your phone because you don’t want to see anything but now you’re asking me?”

She glanced at Poppy with a little pout. “I can’t get it out of my head. Yeah, I know, I should’ve known better.”

Poppy sighed and scrolled on her phone. Her eyes scanned the tweets from the topic that had been trending for the past two hours. “Son Heung Min Dating” was the keyword.

“‘So the rumours were all true??’, ‘I knew it! The matching bracelet wasn’t a coincidence!’, ‘Remember when she was suddenly in London back in February? She must’ve been visiting Sonny’.” Poppy read a few of the comments. She was reading it casually but she suddenly let out a little gasp. “Look what they’ve figured out! Sonny’s flight! They know he’s coming to Los Angeles.”

“Right. And why would Son Heungmin suddenly fly to Los Angeles? Oh! Guess who else is in Los Angeles? Me!” She said animatedly, flailing her hands around, a sign that she was very stressed out. “They’ve figured that out too, haven’t they?”

“Yeah… Someone spotted you at the airport two days ago, there’s pictures. And they’ve connected the dots.”

She sighed. “God, I’m so stupid,” she said, rubbing her her fingers on her temples. “It was supposed to be just a hint, not a total reveal. Or maybe we shouldn’t have done this at all.”

She had posted some photos on Instagram from her trip to South Korea back in July. Sonny was in almost every picture. His blurry back, a little part of his shoulder, a bit of his arm, but not his face. She’d posted it this morning, just five days after Korea’s campaign in the world cup ended. The caption was a simple “Throwback” with a South Korean flag.

Without a doubt, the post blew up because both Sonny’s and her fans were coming up with their own theories about them dating, that they had been developing for a whole year. It was actually the plan, to slowly reveal their relationship to the public, but it turned out that no matter how much she’d prepared herself for it, it didn’t make it any easier.

“We have planned everything out. Come on, it’s okay, we can handle this. It’s under control,” Poppy tried to reassure her. 

She let out another long, exasperated sigh. “Just please get me my boyfriend, Poppy…”

—

When Sonny arrived almost three hours later, she couldn’t even react. She was slumped on the couch in the studio, covering herself with a warm blanket. She had been just sitting and listening to the song blazing in the room, with vocals that she’d recorded so far that sounded absolutely awful to her. It felt like all her energy was drained out from the stress. But Sonny came in with a smile on his face. He said ‘hi’, reached for her hand, and gently helped her to get up so he could give her the biggest warm hug.

“Have you been seeing everything?” She didn’t even return his greeting or ask about how he was doing. Her mind had gotten too clouded.

“Kevin told me some stuff,” Sonny answered as he soothingly caressed her back. “Everything is fine. We are prepared, our teams are prepared. There’s nothing to worry about.” Poppy and Kevin, Sonny’s assistant, had had a call earlier. Poppy had probably told Kevin about her messy state, the reason why Sonny went straight to the point.

“James, can you please turn the music down? Thanks,” she said to James before getting back to Sonny. “So– We’re still going with the plan? We’re still gonna make the official announcement?”

“Yes, we’re going with the plan,” Sonny said, loosening his arms and letting her go so he could take a look at her face. The stress and worry were still all over her face.

She slightly shook her head as her panicked eyes wandered everywhere. “People are gonna say that this is all just PR. They’ll say I need a boost for my new song and you— I don’t know, maybe they’ll say that you’re riding the world cup wave or something, seeking for more popularity, and—”

“Hey, look at me.” Sonny cut her off, holding her face with his hand, trying to get her to look at him and luckily, he succeeded. “People can say whatever they want. They can say it’s PR, but they will be proven wrong when we get married next year.”

She fell silent as she bit her lower lip. Memories flashed in her mind from those talks they had had. It had started with just her and Sonny, then their families joined in, then Poppy and Kevin joined in, then her label and Sonny’s agent joined in. Both her and Sonny were popular figures in their own world, so it took a lot just to make an announcement about them dating.

“Listen. If you’re not ready—”

“No, no, I am.” She cut him off, shrugging. “I’m sorry, it’s just… I feel like we’ve chosen the wrong timing. Maybe we should’ve waited for another week.”

“It’s okay. We get this done before Premier League starts, before you start filming, then we can carry on. I promise we’ll be fine. Okay?”

She nodded and tip-toed on her feet to steal a kiss. Sonny wrapped his arms around her tight as he kissed her back.

“How are you feeling? I’m sorry the journey ended here for you guys,” she said.

“We did our best. I feel better now that I’m with you,” Sonny answered with his infectious smile plastered on his face.  

“I’m so proud of you.” She gave him a smile, running a hand through his hair.

“Thank you. Now how about we finish the song, yeah?”

—

She finished the song with ease. Partly because she was more collected and less worried, but mostly because her muse was there, watching and supporting her. Less than an hour and she was out of the booth; she finished all the parts, along with the ad-libs and all the layers.

The proud look on Sonny’s face didn’t go unnoticed. He pulled her into a hug and patted her head, saying, “That was amazing. You did really well.”

“Thank you. Do you like the song?”

“I think it might be my new favourite.”

“You heard it, guys. The muse approved!” She grinned at Sonny, before turning around and shifting her gaze back and forth between James and Cindy. “All good, yeah? Can we wrap this up? Can I have my two days-off now?”

Everyone agreed that they could wrap up the recording session and she wasted no time on leaving the studio. She hopped on the backseat of the car with Sonny, and Nolan, her driver, drove them to the hotel that they would stay in for the next two days.

Their hands were linked. She rested her head on his shoulder as he looked out the window, watching life happening on Los Angeles’ streets. She, once in a while, looked up to get a glimpse of his face.

She knew that Sonny was jet-lagged and tired. He had flown to two different countries in the past few days. Make it three when he flies back to London in three days. Between his packed schedule, he still made an effort to see her since she wouldn’t go home for another two weeks; a couple of weeks ago it was her who had flown to Qatar to see him. It wasn’t always like this, they weren’t always insanely busy and were in different time-zones. But sometimes it did take a lot to make their relationship work, so every time they had a chance, they would always try to make the best out of it.

“What a weird life that we have…” She mumbled. It was enough to get Sonny’s attention.

“I think it’s a blessing,” he commented. “I mean, I wouldn’t even have met you if I wasn’t an international footballer.”

She giggled, sitting up so she could take a good look at his face. “Yeah. Wouldn’t have met you if I was back home helping my mum run her tea shop… You’re right. We’re living our dreams.”

Sonny stared at her in silence with a fond gaze. They’d been dating for four years, but Sonny still could make her heart skip a beat with no effort. Without saying any words, he leaned in to capture her lips, sending the butterflies in her stomach flying, also with absolutely no effort.

“Hey,” he said when he found her eyes again.

“Hmm?”

“From the very beginning, we know nothing is gonna be easy. But we’ve made it this far. We’re a good team, you know? We just always need to be a good team. And I’ll always try to be a good teammate for you.”

Her lips perked into a small smile. “I know.” She nodded and Sonny smiled back. She rested her head back on his shoulder as she felt Sonny’s thumb caressing her hand.

It was indeed a weird life that they were living. Dating in public? Casually announcing their relationship to friends and family? It didn’t work like that for them. Privacy was a luxurious thing but they couldn’t even complain because they were incredibly privileged to even have this weird life.

But she was grateful that she had Sonny. Someone who understood, someone who was willing to do more, someone that she could hold on to when life got a little bit too insane. Life could take the craziest turns but she knew that in the end everything was gonna be fine, because she had her teammate. And he would always be there, holding her hand and walking beside her, to the future that they dream together.

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sometimes i feel like i put in too much details and that’s why sometimes it takes forever for me to finish a fic, but people tell me that it’s what they love about my fics. i think it’s not the first time i mention this but yeah, i’m in a dilemma.

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Miss Storyteller

Marcus Rashford

Marcus is desperate to see her but she's busy entertaining his teammates, their kids and partners, and they won’t even let him steal her. [Requested]

Marcus quickly rushed to the hotel lounge, as soon as he’d finished shooting the diary room content on the other side of the hotel. The families of the players were invited to the hotel and the only thing Marcus had been thinking since he woke up today was seeing her. But when he arrived at the lounge and scanned every corner of the room, he couldn’t find her.

“Where’s my girlfriend?” Marcus, however, managed to find his eldest brother, who was engaged in what seemed to be a funny conversation with Conor Coady. Their laughter died down when Marcus interrupted.

“Oh, she’s very busy right now, I'm afraid,” Conor was the one who answered.

“What do you mean?”

“She’s become a celebrity, mate,” Conor answered. But that only made Marcus more confused. “At the pool. See for yourself.”

Marcus left the lounge and went straight to the pool. It was even more lively than usual with all the families hanging out there. Some were at the pool, some were playing basketball, and they’d even brought out the table tennis; Kalvin and Declan were having a go at that, with their girlfriends cheering.

After a bit of searching, Marcus spotted her on the sunbeds. She was surrounded by his teammates’ partners and kids. Marcus furrowed his eyebrows, because it seemed like everyone was paying attention to her, even Mason, Declan, and Jack who stood nearby.

As Marcus walked closer, he could catch the giggles from the kids. And he started to get the idea of what was going on there. But still, it was quite an odd sight to see.

“Oh, here we go.” Marcus heard Declan say when the younger lad noticed Marcus approaching them. “You done filming?”

“Yeah,” Marcus nodded. “What’s going on here?”

“So your girlfriend is a teacher?” Declan asked, completely ignoring Marcus’ question. “I’ve got to say, she’s very good with kids. Massive thanks to her for saving the day.”

“She used to be a teacher. What’s going on?” Marcus repeated his question. Well, he knew what was going on. His girlfriend was doing some story-telling. She had hand-puppets on and was telling stories to the kids and the mums. But he didn’t understand why she was doing it right here and right now.

“The kids’ been crying, like it's a tantrum day for everyone,” Declan finally answered.

“Your girlfriend had bought candies, and gathered them around to tell them stories. They’re absolutely loving it,” Mason explained.

“Really?”

It actually wasn’t hard for Marcus to believe it. His girlfriend had always loved kids and like Mason said, she was very good with them. There was something about her personality that made it so easy for people to love her, and what was happening in front of him was proof.

Marcus just stood there, watching how she was entertaining everyone, animatedly telling the story. Cute. One of Mason’s nieces was sitting very close to her and she looked up at her with her big round eyes, completely mesmerised. Marcus’ lips perked into a small smile without him knowing.

“So, what? I can’t steal my girlfriend now?”

“Yeah, I’m not gonna let you do that,” Jack said, glancing at him. Both Marcus and Mason turned to him. “What? I’m enjoying the story.”

“Yeah, my niece has only stopped crying. You have to wait,” Mason said.

Marcus sighed and shook his head in disbelief, still with the subtle smile he’d got on his face. For some reason, he was proud of what his girlfriend was doing but on the other hand, he was jealous because he was supposed to be the one she should be entertaining today.

–

“Hey, you.”

Marcus felt her arm slide around his waist, making him jump a little bit. She’d found him on the little basketball court they had at the hotel, watching Callum, Raheem, his brothers, and some of the staff playing.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” she grinned.

“Hey,” Marcus smiled. He instantly wrapped his arm around her before leaning down to plant a kiss on her head, caressing her back as he did. “Has the story-telling session ended?”

She let out a little giggle and nodded her head. “You should’ve seen the looks on their faces, Marcus. They’re so precious.”

“So what happened? I got a little bit confused back there.”

“The kids were crying, and I felt so bad for the mums. I had to try to help,” she began. There was a hint of sadness in her voice. “You know I’m new here and I want to try to get to know everyone, so I bought some cookies and candies… And I happened to pass a toy store earlier. I bought gifts for Lily and Rosie back home but I ended up using them for the story-telling.”

“And it worked.”

“And it worked. Pickford's wife and I are best friends now. We plan to have lunch together when we’re back home,” she says proudly.

“And what’s that in your hand?” Marcus noticed something that she’d been holding in her hand. “Is that a flower?”

“Oh, yeah,” she said, showing the fake flower that she had in her hand. “Pickford’s son had given it to me. I think he’d stolen it from one of the dinner tables. Isn’t he so sweet?”

“Great. You have fans now.”

Marcus didn’t sound so excited when she said it, so she looked up and searched for his face. He tried to avoid her gaze by looking away, pretending to have his full attention back on the little game the lads had been playing.

“Jack’s a fan too, thought you might want to know,” he continued, still in a rather cold tone. “I could tell he really enjoyed the story-telling.”

“Aaaw,” she cooed as soon as she realised what might be happening. “Is my Marcus jealous?”

“I’m not jealous. I’m just annoyed. I had to wait for my turn to get my girlfriend’s attention,” he defended himself. That earned herself a laugh and Marcus rolled her eyes at her. “Yeah, that’s funny, innit? ”

“Oh, look what being away from me for two weeks has done to you…”

“I’ve always told you how much I hate being away from you, haven’t I?”

A ball rolled to their feet, interrupting their conversation. Raheem walked closer to get it, flashing her a smile.

“You’re welcome to join. Do you want to try to give it a shot?”

She returned the smile as she felt Marcus pulling her even closer by her waist. Maybe it was a sign from him not to accept the kind invitation. He definitely didn’t want to lose his girlfriend’s attention again; he’d barely get it today. “No, I’m good, thank you. You guys have fun,” she replied.

Raheem nodded and picked up the ball. “Hey, thank you for what you’ve done for the kids. I appreciate it.”

“Always happy to help,” she said before Raheem left. “Relax,” she continued, placing a hand on Marcus’ chest as she looked up at him. “I’m not gonna let anyone steal myself from you anymore tonight.”

Marcus sighed and caressed her waist. “Yeah… Thank you, though.”

“Thank you for…?” She furrowed her eyebrows.

“For making efforts. For always caring about everyone, not because you want to be welcomed, but because you genuinely care,” Marcus said. “And I can tell that everyone likes you.”

A smile grew on her face and she circled her arms around Marcus, giving him a quick tight hug. She knew Marcus wasn’t a fan of PDA but she really needed to give him a hug.

“Right, come on now, Miss Storyteller,” he said, softly patting her back. He then grabbed her arm and held it as he started to walk both of them away.

“Where are we going?”

“Looking for a more private place so I can kiss you.” He said with a low voice, not wanting anyone to hear. Her stomach flipped as she tried to keep up with his steps.

And when they had reached an empty hallway inside the hotel, he pressed her against the wall and wasted no time in connecting their lips, getting the kisses he’d been dreaming of every single day when they’d been away from each other.

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Level Up

Mason Mount (ft. Declan Rice)

Mason thinks that breaking up with her was the wrong decision. She says they can’t make the same mistakes if they get back together. [Inspired by “Level Up” by Sigrid]

She hated sprinkles. She never wanted them in her doughnuts or cakes. She hated lemon and orange scented air fresheners. She loved the smell of new books and petrichor. She loved cheesy romantic-comedy movies, always spent her time watching one of those movies whenever she was feeling stressed.

As Mason lay in the cold bed, staring up to the marble off-white ceiling, he found himself listing the things she liked and disliked. He’d brought his nieces to their favourite doughnut place earlier today, and the youngest couldn’t stop asking for the pink doughnut with pink sprinkles. And the first thing that had popped up in his mind was how she, his now ex-girlfriend, hated sprinkles.

Mason had thought that separation was the best decision. Even worse, he’d thought that it was what he wanted. Months of miscommunication and misunderstanding, he’d grown tired of it and wanted it to end, thinking that they just weren’t meant for each other.

But he’d been sleeping in the guest room at his sister’s house and every day, he felt the bed getting colder. It annoyed him that he knew that tomorrow morning he would wake up with a groan, because he would expect to see her beside him when he woke up and wouldn’t find her, just like the days before.

She still lived inside his mind. And maybe… Maybe he had made the wrong decision.

—

A scornful laugh pierced Mason’s ears as he felt his heart slowly sinking. He was paying Declan a visit at his house. His mind was getting more and more clouded, he’d thought that sharing about this matter to Declan could clear his mind a little bit. But his best friend was not really helping.

“I told you to really think about it, mate. Before you make the decision, not after,” Declan commented as he aimed for the yellow-coloured pool ball, preparing to take the shot. He’d invited Mason to play pool, thinking that it could ease Mason up a little bit. “It’s been what? Four weeks?”

“Yeah, four weeks of hell.” Mason watched as Declan took the shot. The yellow ball went down into the corner pocket.

“So is this the reason why you haven’t moved out of the house and kept staying at your sister’s? ‘Cause you wish that you wouldn’t need to move out?” It felt like Declan was reading him. But Mason didn’t even have the courage to admit that he’d been making excuses so he could postpone the moving out part as long as he could. 

“I don’t know, mate, honestly, I don’t f*cking know.” He shook his head ever so slightly, walking around the table. “All I know right now is that I’ve made the wrong decision.”

“How do you know?”

Mason took the shot, but the ball hit the cushion and bounced. Nothing in his life was going well right now, even playing pool. Yes, his football definitely could do better, but his mind had been troubled by his personal life and it was affecting how he played on the pitch.

“‘Cause I’ve realised that I haven’t fallen out of love. Not even halfway there,” Mason answered, letting out a long, heavy sigh. He looked up and met Declan’s questioning eyes. “I tried to remember all the reasons I like her, and the list is still longer than the things I don’t like about her. I’ve always liked her as a person. I still do.”

Declan puffed out a breath from his mouth. He couldn’t deny that the mood was getting bleak. He genuinely felt sorry for Mason. “Last time you said she didn’t understand you,” Declan tried to remind his best friend.

Mason gritted his teeth. “Maybe that’s what I wanted to believe,” he shrugged. “Maybe I tried to convince myself that I didn’t understand her either but, mate– Who could possibly know her better than I do?”

“You tell me.” He slightly raised his eyebrows, giving Mason a half shrug.

“I don’t know, I just… I wish I had tried harder to see eye to eye with her again.”

“Well, regret is always at the end, innit?” He said as he tapped his fingers against his cue. Mason nodded to agree. “Just give it a thought again, mate. Make sure you’re ready to be fully committed. ‘Cause this is not only about your feelings and what you want. This is about hers too.”

—

The dark, cloudy, and rumbling sky reflected how it was inside Mason’s mind. It felt even worse because he practically could hear his heart thumping against his ears. She leaned herself against the window frame with a mug in her hand, looking out to the backyard. She hadn’t been saying anything for minutes and the silence was getting deafening, even suffocating. Everything Mason wanted to say was at the tip of his tongue, but he tried to be patient, giving her time to think. So he just sat back on the couch and waited.

He’d confessed to her that he regretted his decision and asked if they could get back together. He’d poured his heart out, coming out clean, told everything he’d been feeling and thinking—including the part where he couldn’t let her go and wouldn’t be able to see her with someone else. He’d figured that this time round he needed to be honest, or more honest, because it only could work out if he was honest about his feelings, not only to her but also to himself.

“Where do you think it went wrong?” She broke the silence. Her voice was low and calm but the question still caught Mason off guard. He could barely see her face through the reflection on the window.

They’d gone through this conversation before and it wasn’t easy, but if this was what it took to get her back, Mason was more than willing to go through it again.

“We didn’t communicate. We just let our problems pile up, and didn’t even take the chances to sort them out,” he answered. “I didn’t do my parts. When things didn’t go right with us, I just… Gave up so soon. At some point I stopped trying.”

She sighed, and it sounded heavy. “It’s silly to think about it now. We only wanted the easiest way,” she said, before taking a sip on her drink. “I mean, I did just the same. I let my mind clutter up and always waited for it to get worse… Wasted so much of our time.”

Mason dropped his gaze to his untouched mug on the coffee table. The corners of his lips twitched into a small sheepish smile. “Yeah… But this is not easy either.”

“It’s even harder,” she chortled.

She turned around on her feet and then leaned back to the window frame. Her eyes met Mason’s before she shifted it to her mug; her fingers traced the edges of the mug.

“It’s going to take a lot of work, you know, if we… If we get back together,” she mumbled. “We can’t make the same mistakes. We can’t choose the easiest way again. We have to get through the struggles.”

“I know.” Mason nodded. “I mean, it’s the only way for us to level up, innit?”

Her smile rose. She shifted her gaze up again and met Mason’s; this time she didn’t look away. Mason smiled back at her and before he could even stop himself, he stood up. Taking a deep breath, he walked closer to her and her eyes followed him until he stopped on the other side of the big window frame. He leant himself on his side and folded his arms in front of his chest.

“I didn’t know how I ended up with the conclusion that I didn’t want us anymore, didn’t want you anymore, but I was so wrong,” Mason said. “I asked too much from you when I didn’t even give enough, and I’m sorry.”

Mason looked out the window. He thought that it was gonna rain but the sky was actually getting clearer. He took a deep breath and could feel his chest feeling less heavy.

“Everything I see, everywhere I go… I always get reminded of you. I saw doughnuts with sprinkles and I thought of you,” Mason chortled.

“Sprinkles?” She glanced up at him. Her eyebrows were furrowed.

“Yeah, you hate sprinkles.” Mason lol shrugged. A faint smile started to form on her lips, like she was tickled because he suddenly brought up sprinkles to the conversation. “I remember the first time I learned about you hating sprinkles and I was like, what? How could anyone hate sprinkles?” He couldn’t hold back his smile either; his heart was getting warmer as he started reminiscing about those early months in their relationship.

“Sprinkles are awful,” she commented. “They get stuck on your teeth, they just taste like sugar, they ruin everything.” Mason had only heard it from her so many times before and honestly, he’d missed listening to her express the hatred she had for the confectionary. He couldn’t help but let out some chuckles as she sipped on her drink with a smile on her face.

“The point is, I loved learning about you and maybe that’s what I need to do. To learn about you again.“

“And you’d love to do that?”

“Yeah, absolutely.” Mason nodded. “I need one more chance. One more chance to do better,” Mason said, staring at the side of her face that was partly covered by her hair because she was staring down at her mug. “I didn’t— I didn’t hold you, kiss you, love you like I really wanted to. I didn’t love you enough. I’d like to try again. Make it right.”

Mason noticed her nodding her head ever so slightly; his heart jumped, for a second he thought that she was saying yes, before realising that she was just gesturing that she understood. She stepped aside to put her mug on a nearby table before leaning on the window frame again, facing Mason this time.

Mason’s gaze was fixated at her, but she looked out the window, hugging herself with her arms. She put on her thinking face again and with each passing second, Mason kept hoping that she felt the same. He hoped that he wasn’t the only one believing that they could still save this relationship. They’d been through a lot for the past three years and it was really silly that they’d ended it just like that.

“Maybe we just needed a break… You know, to see everything better,” she said. “‘Cause now that I’ve spent so many hours in this house alone, thinking that it was all really over and you wouldn’t come back, I’ve realised that I didn’t appreciate you enough. And I’m sorry.”

She turned to him, her eyes were apologetic. Mason gave her a small, reassuring smile.

“We need to get through the struggles, Mase, together, just like we used to,” she said, staring deep into Mason's eyes. “Can’t waste any chances anymore, can’t sweep anything under the carpet, can’t not be honest. We have to do so much better.”

“Yeah, I know, I know. We will, we’ll do better.”

“Okay…”

The silence followed. But unlike earlier, this one felt more comfortable; Mason could feel his heart comfortably pounding in his chest. They both took the time to just look at each other, simply enjoying each other’s company. This was the first time in a while that they looked at each other without any bitter feeling tugging at their hearts. Mason was trying not to get teared up as he felt the relief slowly seeping in, because they might have come into an agreement here.

“Just make it clear…” Mason mumbled. “We’re getting back together, aren’t we?”

He couldn’t miss the faint smile that rose on her face and his heart skipped a beat at that. “Yeah, we are,” she answered.

“Okay, just making sure.” He shrugged, giving her a cheeky smile, which drew a little giggle from her.

Mason finally took a step closer and when he did, she bit her bottom lip and dropped her gaze—something that she sometimes did when she felt nervous. He was feeling nervous too, and the feeling was familiar because there had been a period of time where he’d always been nervous when it came to her, all because he’d been so in love with her.

He stopped when he was close enough to feel her warmth and gently took a hold of her forearms. Her eyes darted up and eventually met his eyes again, her eyes were glistening with tears. He gently pulled her closer before opening his arms, and without saying another word, she fell into his embrace.

Mason wasted no time wrapping his arms around her. He held her tight, the scent of her hair filled his lungs and that was the moment he realised how much he’d missed her. He hugged her like how he’d always wanted to, like how he was supposed to. He had already begun to try to make it right.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he said.

“I’ve missed you too,” she mumbled against his shoulder. She held onto him like she would never let him go and Mason got reminded of how perfectly she fitted in his arms, telling him that they undoubtedly still belonged to each other.

“We’re gonna go through this together, okay?”

Mason felt her nodding her head. He thought that she might need this reassurance, letting her know that he would always be by her side this time, he wouldn’t run away again like he’d used to, and he wouldn’t let her do the same.

He loosened his arms and searched for her face. He brushed the stray hands off her face and held it gently, stroking her cheek with his thumb. It was like he was falling in love again, because a thought crossed his mind, that she was so beautiful, and it almost took his breath away.

“You’re so pretty,” he mumbled.

She burst into giggles as she playfully slapped his shoulder. “Okay, behave, now.”

He shyly grinned and took the opportunity to quickly lean in and brush his lips against hers. She gladly welcomed him and kissed him back. He still remembered their first kiss and this was just how it had felt like—soft and gentle, excited but nervous. She smiled between the kisses and Mason believed she’d done it too back then.

This was definitely worth fighting for, Mason would always remind himself of that. It would be a shame if they just gave everything all up without a fight. They had so much to fix and it wouldn’t be easy but they were ready to commit to it, because they knew that only when they went through the struggles together that they could level up.

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Stories From The Past

Trent Alexander-Arnold

They have only known about each other from stories from the past when they were so little. Now they're reunited, learning about each other, and developing something more. [Requested]

She had left her coat in the taxi that she had taken to Anfield. So if she looked like she wasn’t too excited during the match, it was solely because she was freezing. It was a cold night in Liverpool and what made it worse was how this match felt like it was taking forever.

If Trent hadn’t personally invited her to the match, she’d probably would’ve left, or at least stayed inside at the lounge to warm herself up. But during the warm-up session earlier, Trent had found her in the stands and gave her a little wave and smile. He’d even taken the time to send her a text.

Thank you for coming. See you at the lounge after the match?

And honestly she really wanted to see Trent play again. So she tried to stay and bear the cold.

He was a family friend, Trent. They had moved back to Liverpool and their parents had recently gotten in touch again after losing contact for too many years, which had led to the both families having dinner over at the Alexander-Arnold’s by their invitation. That was the first time she’d met Trent again, the boy her parents had always talked about every time they caught a Liverpool or England match on TV. They said that Trent and her were inseparable when they were little but unfortunately, she didn’t remember much of that.

The Reds managed to get the win. To be fair, it had been a good game and she’d found herself enjoying it despite the cold. Though she immediately ran inside the lounge as soon as the referee blew the final whistle.

She patiently waited for Trent at the lounge. She’d picked a spot in the corner of the room, hoping that no one would notice her, because everyone seemed to know each other and she looked like she didn’t belong there. She’d finished a slice of cake and a cup of tea and Trent still hadn’t come; she was afraid he’d forgotten about her.

She felt the biggest relief when Trent appeared exactly five minutes after her last sip of her tea. He rushed to her with an apologetic smile and she welcomed him, standing up from her seat.

“Sorry for making you wait, the coaches needed to have a word with me.” It was the first thing that Trent said before they shared a slightly awkward hug.

“Oh. I hope you’re not in trouble?”

“Nah, nah.” He chuckled. “Just some advice and little instructions for recovery day tomorrow. Uh– Where’s your friend? I thought you came with a friend.”

“Yeah, she– Something urgent came up so she needed to leave mid-game.”

“I see. Glad you stay, though.”

“Glad I did, I got to see the winning goal. Though I have to admit that it was a real challenge to bear the cold. It’s absolutely freezing out there, how did you manage to play football in that weather?”

“You just get used to it…” Trent answered. He then scanned his eyes on her, from head to toe and back again. “You dress pretty lightly for this weather.”

Her heart skipped a bit from the brief eye-scan from Trent. She could feel her cheeks warming up from embarrassment. “I, uh– I’ve clumsily left my coat on the taxi I took here…”

Trent chuckled and shook his head. “I have a spare in my car. And uh— I can give you a lift if you don’t mind.”

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“This is much better...”

Trent looked at her, who was comfortably seated on the passenger seat. She was now all warmed up wrapped in his coat. His scent, the scent of his aftershave was all over it, and for some reason it made her feel a little bit funny inside.

“I’m flattered, to be honest with you,” Trent said as he started driving. She glanced at him in question. “You stood out there in that weather, freezing, just to watch me play.”

“Well, this wasn’t the first time.”

“What do you mean?” Trent was the one who glanced at her in question this time.

“My mum was digging the old album photos yesterday and she found a picture of us. It was you and your brother having a kickabout in your backyard,” she said with a smile on her face. She’d had the exact same smile when she saw the picture yesterday. “There was a bit of snow on the ground. And I was sitting on the porch, hugging myself, probably because of the cold.”

“Really?” The surprise look on Trent’s face was impossible to be missed, and it just made her smile wider.

“Yeah, we were so little. She said you’d always had a ball at your feet and I liked to just watch you play. I actually remembered one moment— I think you were playing footie, in the park, with kids from the neighbourhood. I sat on the bench with my mum and cheered for you.”

“Does this mean you’ve been my fan all along?”

She couldn’t actually say no. She’d been casually watching football all this time and she couldn’t deny that the boy with the number sixty six from Liverpool had always caught her attention. It was always funny to think that she’d actually been there on his football journey, right when he’d just started kicking a ball.

“You can say that,” she said as she gave him a light shrug. 

“So you are a fan now?” Trent playfully asked, then let out a chuckle when he caught the shy look on her face.

“Wouldn’t stand in the cold for ninety minutes if I wasn’t.”

Trent glanced at her again, giving her a certain look that she couldn’t quite decipher, like he was entertained with what she’d just said—a slightly raised eyebrows and suppressed, amused smile.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just flattered. Really flattered.” Trent got his eye back on the road, as he bit the bottom of his lips and let out a chuckle. Whatever that was, it was enough to make her stomach flip.

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“Thank you. For the tickets, for the lift, and… The jacket,” she said, tightening the jacket around her body. They’d just stopped in front of her house, and she actually wished that he’d taken the longer route to home. Or maybe she should’ve asked him to stop somewhere to get some coffee, because she still wanted to spend more time with him. “I’ll wash the jacket and maybe, uhh, drop it at your house?”

“Okay.”

“Okay…”

Trent nodded. Their eyes were locked onto each other’s and it seemed like none of them were willing to break the staring contest. It sounded stupid but it felt like she was getting lost in his eyes. She felt her heart skipping a beat, gripping the hem of Trent’s jacket without her even realising.

“Well, do you know what? I’ll just pick up the jacket,” Trent said suddenly, still not breaking his gaze. “Friday at seven. And if you’re free… Maybe we can go have dinner?”

The silence took over the car completely as Trent’s words floated in the air. Friday at seven…? Dinner…? The words slowly sunk in her mind. Friday at seven. Dinner. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears.

“What?” It came out as barely a whisper. “Sorry, are you…”

“Asking you on a date? Yes,” Trent finished her sentence.

“Why?”

Trent finally broke the gaze as he let out a little sigh. His eyes wandered and he nervously scratched his neck. He looked like he wasn’t prepared for the question ‘why?’. She dropped her gaze too, thinking that she probably should’ve asked a better question but, really, she was dying to know the reason.

Well, she wasn’t at all daft or blind, she knew that Trent had been approaching her in more than just a friendly manner. There were differences on how he was acting towards her and her sister, which her sister had noticed too. He had been dropping hints and flirting even in the most subtle ways. So it was obvious that Trent was into her, but she wanted to know why out of all girls, it was her that he was interested in.

“I like you. At this point it’s obvious, innit?” Trent gave her a small, nervous grin. “My mum kept telling me how sweet you were as a kid and I think you’re just the same now. And with you it feels easy, just natural. It’s like I’ve known you for a long time.”

“Like there weren't any twenty lost years?”

“Exactly.”

She let out a little giggle and it drew a smile from him. They both fell silent again and she took the moment to find the right words to say. Obviously, she was going to say yes for the date, but she also needed to confess that his feelings were reciprocated.

“I feel the same, really,” she started as she fiddled with her fingers. “I always rolled my eyes at my mum every time she said how I adored you when we were little, like how are you so sure of that? But it turns out that I adore you now, Alexander-Arnold.”

“I’m adorable? Admirable? That’s a huge compliment, that.” Trent chuckled. “So… What do you say?”

“I say we have dinner on Friday at seven.”

Trent’s smile that grew upon hearing her words was the widest and brightest she’d seen from him tonight, and it was infectious. He looked so relieved, randomly running a hand on his shoulder and arm, probably trying to convince himself that this was all really happening. He looked up to her and met her eyes, but she caught his gaze shift to her lips for a split second.

“You wouldn’t let me kiss you right now, would you?” Trent asked. Her heart jumped because she wasn’t ready at all for that question. Trent really needed to stop with these surprises or she wouldn’t be able to keep herself composed.

“I think we should save our first kiss for our first date,” she said.

But Trent furrowed his eyebrows and slowly tilted his head. “Nah, that wouldn’t be our first kiss.”

“What do you mean?”

“You haven’t got that photo, have you?”

She mimicked his gesture, furrowing her eyebrows and tilting her head. “What photo?”

“The one where you wore a princess dress? I dressed up like a prince— I don’t know what we were doing but it seemed like one of us stole a kiss.”

Her jaw dropped and she shook her head. “No, you’re lying.”

“Nah, I’m not! I’ll show you right away when I get home.”

She fell silent with a shy smile on her face. She tucked her lips between the teeth, trying to hold in the little butterflies in her stomach. Trent was the one who’d stolen her first kiss? They were only four but she’d still count that.

“Okay. Text me when you get home,” she said. 

“I will. See you, then.”

They shared one last smile before she got out of his car. She waved a little goodbye and then hugged herself with Trent’s jacket as she walked into her house, protecting herself from the cold wind. She shook her head, realising how crazy this day had been. She’d left the house to see a football match and came home learning that she was Trent’s first fan and first kiss? It felt like there were so many stories from the past that they needed to unpack together. She would need a moment to process all of this, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to wait patiently until Friday for their first date.

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the prompt that was requested was “it’s absolutely freezing outside”. i didn’t know what to do but then i came up with this. i guess this is what happens when you don’t give me specific plot for your request, it goes out of hand sometimes🥲 but i hope it’s good enough! likes, comments, reblogs are highly appreciated💖 thank you for reading!

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