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[avenirdelight]

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.

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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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[pensat-i-fet]

A Halloweeny date

Anyone you like ❤️

Word count: 2159

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

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

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

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

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

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

Watch horror movies or something? Lame.

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

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

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

"Tell me the whole plan".

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**

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

“Stop complaining! We're almost there”.

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

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

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

“Where are we staying? Near this area?”

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

And then took his hand so he would follow you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Should I be scared?”

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

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

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

"Ha ha".

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

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

"What is that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We can eat this while watching a movie".

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Much much better than Hemsworth".

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

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

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

“Ok…”.

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

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

“I’m listening”.

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

“Drawing?”, he asked you, confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, Manchester United”.

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

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

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

“Depends who you ask”, he laughed.

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

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

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

“Oh, easy. Drew Barrymore’s”.

“Wrong!”

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

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

“I’ll take my shirt off”.

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

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

“Wrong, it was France”.

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

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

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

“Turn around”, he said.

“But I wanna see”.

“Turn around”.

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

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

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

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

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

**

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

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

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

“Happy Halloween”.

[footballerimaginess]

You think I want this

“you think i want this?” with dcl please  Dominic Calvert Lewin  Word Count: 282 “What is wrong with you? you have been in a serious mood with me all day. It seems like it is becoming too much” you watched as Dominic shrugged and didn’t seem fussed.  “Nothing wrong with me” you muttered, not looking at Dom.  “So you are just sitting here being quiet, but no course there’s nothing wrong” you bluntly replied.  “I hate this” you mumbled.  “What? if we spoke i’d know what you were on about” he asked.  “I hate feeling like this, shit and not knowing where I am going with life. You seem so certain about everything with life and i am just sitting here listening like i am supposed to care” you shrugged.  “Where has this all come from?” Dom asked as he sat closer towards you.  “I have been thinking about this for a while, just haven’t mentioned it” you sighed.  “you think I want this, i hate feeling like i am worthless and useless Dom” you heavily sighed.  “you aren’t worthless at all, I am so sorry if I have made you feel like this.” Dom scooted over beside you as you cuddled him.  “No Dom, nothing like that. I don’t know if the negativity surrounding our relationship online has really been getting to me.” you pouted.  “Oh darling, that isn’t good. Come on, it’s not worth it. I know that is so easy for me to say that, but I am sorry that you’ve been feeling like this. Don’t ever feel scared to say your feelings babe” Dom kisses the side of your head as you cuddle into him.  “Thank you, I will speak more often about how I’m feeling” you smiled as Dom reassured you. 

[macybeckham7]

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

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

[emwritesfootball]

Feelings | Dominic Calvert-Lewin

I saw this jealousy prompt the other day and would love to request it with Dcl.

“ do you have feelings for me? “ “ what? “ “ do you have feelings for me? “

A/N: god knows how long it’s been since this was requested but I hope whoever asked me this is still around. Making this take place right after the 15 April loss to Fulham. This does not mean requests are open again - I am just doing a lil bit of writing to get back into it and trying to see what I can fulfill from my asks. Enjoy xo

Warnings: none

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All of your friends had been telling you for months that Dom was into you, but you refused to believe it. “If he really does have feelings for me, he’ll tell me about it and we can go from there,” were words you’d repeated so often you were beginning to think you should have them tattooed across your forehead. 

There were glimpses here and there that made you think your friends were right, but since Dom had yet to approach you about it, you were going to vehemently deny it. The moments were especially prominent when other men flirted with you or you leaned into a guy that wasn’t Dom. 

It all came to a head, however, after Everton’s latest match. They had lost yet another match, and Dom was in a mood since he still couldn’t play due to his injury.

You were about to try to say something to Dom to console him but you were cut off by someone shouting your name. Your face lit up the moment you saw Antonee Robinson making his way over to you with a big smile on his face. “Jedi, hey!” You said, enveloping him in a hug. “Good game. I hate that we lost, but I’m glad I get to see you.” 

“You, too.” His gaze raked you over. “You look good.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you teased, giggling a little. Antonee had always been a little flirty with you, but with Dom’s eyes practically boring a hole in the back of your head, you were inclined to push the limits a little more. 

“You ready to get going?” Dom appeared out of thin air, putting a possessive arm around your shoulder. 

Antonee took the hint, giving you one last hug as the two of you promised to keep in touch more before he headed back off to celebrate the win with his team.

“He’s had a crush on you for a while,” Dom commented, practically seething as the two of you headed down the tunnel. 

“I’ll believe it when he tells me,” you rolled your eyes, not wanting to hear another word from Dom about all these men in your life that your friends were convinced he was jealous of. “How am I supposed to know if someone is into me if they don’t say anything?”

You felt Dom still beside you, but you were too annoyed to pause, continuing your walk through the tunnel. Dom called out to you but you didn’t respond until he caught up to you and grabbed your wrist, spinning you around to face him. 

“Do you have feelings for me?” The question left your mouth before you could think about the implications. You stared up at him, your eyes wide and your breathing heavy.

“What?”

Your heart was racing and you felt like you had just made a very big mistake, but you knew there was no turning back now. “Do you have feelings for me?” You made a point to emphasize every word, your gaze searching his as you waited for his answer. “Everyone’s been telling me you do but I just need an answer.”

“Yes.” Dom nodded, his serious expression telling you he was telling the truth. “I’ve been trying to figure out the best way to tell you but-”

You cut him off with a kiss, shocking both of you. You’d been harboring your own feelings for Dom for months now, fully aware of your hypocritical stance about him telling you how he feels when you weren’t planning on doing the same. 

He was the first to break the kiss, pulling away with a smile on his face as his forehead rested against yours. “Does this mean you’ll finally go on a date with me now?”

“Absolutely,” you murmured, kissing him again.

[prettylittletrent]

CURRENTLY TAKING REQUESTS!!! SO SEND THEM IN!!!

[arsenalgbt]

whats ur ranking of trent ships? and what do you think of jude/trent

ok ok ok ok ok hear me out!!

trent/dom really got us in a chokehold huh. really didn't think I'd be invested in any Liverpool ships after gerlonso hendollana and veteran discount caninho (iykyk). been years since the last time I wrote for Liverpool fandom. like I posted earlier; pretty privilege is soooooooooooooour real

ngl it's trent/hendo. the age gap, the slight size gap, my personal view of hendo because I was there when he was young and dumb and clearly in love with Adam lallana LMAOOOOOOOOO. ugh. imagine the lore; academy prospects trent 'competing' with literal soulmate Adam? the amazing trent/hendo fics on ao3 also helped!

clearly im biased because I wrote them already; trent/tyrone mings. have y'all seen such underrated man? tyrone mings... goddamn... he's like Dominic calvert-lewin or whoever his name is, but with the towering height... thus the size gap!!!! and this one video/gifset of trent ovulating I said what I said

im learning about trent/VVD likeeeeeeee . the lack of quality fics on ao3 pushed me off ngl lmao. jfc what's there not to like? size gap age gap clashing personalities... this gif... don't worry anon, I am REDEEMING myself by cooking some plot!! coming 2024 (I think lol)

also, not a fan of trent/Jude cuz both are bottoms. they can always take turns fucking eo silly, but not for me! (now, if we're talking Jude/gio Reyna aka the character swap aka hyper British lad being bff with calm reserved American????? and Jude/erling haaland bvb era...)

teehee~

[manutd25]

Masterlist with songs by Ariana grande from the album Dangerous Woman:

1. „You are my moonlight’’-Moonlight, Mason Mount.

2. ,,We're gonna be alright’’- Be alright, Dominic Calvert-Lewin

3. ,,Got everyone watchin' us, so baby, let's keep it secret’’-Into you,Kai Havertz

4. ,,Just let me love you”-let me love you,Jadon Sancho

5. „Don’t you come back no more my heart has had enough of the give and take”-Leave me lonely,Marcus Rashford

Write to me the numbers and names of the stories above that you would like to read☺️❤️

[sanchoj7]

Masterlist

People I write for:

Jadon Sancho

Marcus Rashford

Jesse Lingard

Jude Bellingham

Tyrone Mings

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Mason Mount

Kylian Mbappe

Raphael Varane

Dominic Calvert-Lewin

Phil Foden

Declan Rice

Ben Chilwell

Virgil Van Dijk

You can request other players but I can’t guarantee I will write for them.

Jadon Sancho

Baby prompt JS

Fight

Want one

Period

Worried

Family dinner

Message

Annoyed

Flowers

Night

Cuddles

Possessive

Marry me

Cool

Tattoo

Dinner

Period

House hunting

First kiss

Pamper day

Aftercare

Back

Back 2 with you

Interview

Braiding

Dad

Drunk Jadon

Attention

Protection

Study

Crush

Secret

Back baby

Different

Be there for me

Sundays

Hurting

Fun weekend

Sorry

Brownies

Hurt

Marcus Rashford

Saint

Long day

Biggest crush

Teasing

Interview

Mad

There for you

Recovery

Quality time

Apologize

Bluetooth

Just like Daddy

Family issues

Aftercare

Jude Bellingham

Back

Whipped

Long distance

First kiss

Coming home

Mason Mount

Caught

Bet

‘Friends’

Jesse Lingard

Small

Careful

Defending

Blanket

Secret

Marry me

Play with me

Covid

John Stones

First day

Tyrone Mings

Golf

Hair

Big boy

Ex

Jack Grealish

Jealous

Holiday

Tease

First kiss

Enough

Ben chilwell

Cosy night

Sneaky

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Mirror

Thankful

Caring in laws

Morning

Asshole

Rules-

Please put details or a storyline in the request so it’s easier for me to write.

Don’t get mad when I don’t write what you requested.

Series-

Opposite—Trent Alexander-Arnold

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Neighbors—Tyrone Mings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Never judge a book by it’s cover—Mason Mount

Part 1,

New prompts

Kisses and insecurities

Rules: In one request only one player and one prompt please. A player can only be on the whole list 2 times max

[trentaafcsblog]

Midnight Memories

Mason Mount

This isn’t like him at all. Trapped in a crowd of drunk and disorderly people who are staggering around to the beat of the music, sloshing their drinks all over one another when the pink and purple strobe lights descend upon their bodies and start flashing in a series of random patterns, enhancing their alcohol-induced illusions and perceptions of the world as they flail their limbs around and claim they’re flying or walking on clouds - a stage that Mason isn’t willing to reach tonight, or any night, for that matter. 

A sea of girls in overly tight dresses and heels that barely support them crowding around him and slurring things in his ear. Running their fingers up his bare arms and begging for another drink as he awkwardly shakes his head and tries to break away from them, only for another person to grip onto him from the other side and smear their cheap sticky lipgloss all over his neck in an attempt to add ‘I kissed a footballer’ to their CV. “Just kiss meee” they whine, pouting in his face and trying to pull him closer before giving up and making a move on the next available man, one who’s willing to explore their mouths and buy them endless rounds of multicoloured shots for the rest of the night without gently shoving them away or not-so-subtly avoiding their alcohol-coated lips.

This isn’t your type of place either, although you’re five cocktails deep into the stack of pornstars that your friends insisted on ordering. A stain down the front of your white bodycon dress thanks to an escapee half a passion fruit that decided to leave your triangular glass in order to explore the vomit-tainted floor. Your lips all patchy now that your lipgloss has migrated to decorate the rim of your empty glasses with sparkly nude smudges, although you’re slightly relieved because it means that your hair won’t get coated in it anymore, and it minimises the evidence if you end up kissing someone too, not that you came here to do that, or risk putting yourself in the same category as the girls that are now trying to climb into the VIP section with a bunch of semi-famous people, all because they want a drunk kissing video to plaster across their social media, hoping that it takes them to the front of the papers in the morning for being such-and-such’s ‘mystery girl’.

You’re looking up at the VIP area cordoned off by security guards in black puffer jackets and walkie talkies in their hands, feeling an overwhelming sense of empathy for all of the people that have to tolerate that kind of behaviour. Your eyes start scanning across the section of the club that is far too expensive for just a few hours’ stay, wondering if you can recognise any famous faces, but it’s just the ‘I lasted one day in the Villa and still managed to secure a Pretty Little Thing brand deal’ Love Islanders and the friend of the friend of the friend of a semi-professional footballer that made one twelve minute appearance for Arsenal back in 2010 and thinks he’s God’s gift. All of them either eating each other’s faces or taking boomerangs of them cheers-ing their margaritas before having to retake the same video five times because they’ve lost several lime slices in the process and it’s ruining the aesthetic. Your focus sharpening on someone with their back to you and at least ten girls around them, taking it in turns to have a drunken selfie or begging him to buy them a bottle of champagne with one of those fancy sparkler things on the top that gets brought out by women wearing elaborate carnival-inspired feather headbands and very revealing dresses. And you can’t help but feel sorry for him because you can tell just from the back of his head that he’s incredibly uncomfortable, even more so when he gets offered a blowjob from a girl who’s now threatening to get her boobs out in exchange for a whole bottle of Don Julio, in a bucket of ice, just how she likes it.

He’s turning around to face the rest of the club just as you go to look away at the menu that’s being wafted under your nose by one of your friends, and you can’t help but do a double take at his familiarity. Squinting your eyes so that you can get a better look at his features. ‘Nice drink’ you think when your eyes catch the glass of Diet Coke in his hand, quite obviously not accompanied by a swig of vodka going by his incredibly tense frame and stiff dance moves. Well, it’s not really dancing, it’s more of a ‘I’ll just copy what my friends are doing so I don’t look awkward’ move, aka a two-step shuffle from one side to the other. You can’t help but giggle as you watch him from across the room, your friends completely giving up on trying to entice you with a selection of expensive cocktails as they leave you to stare at some random man on the other side of the club, their need for a second stack of bright coloured drinks clearly overriding the want to look out for their friend.

You’re watching him for a bit longer. Becoming completely fixated on this familiar stranger who you can’t help but sit and giggle at. Part of you wanting to cringe with him at how hellish this night has become, but at the same time, it’s kind of funny watching someone who should be so used to having a large following blush and laugh awkwardly if anyone happens to recognise him. Okay, maybe it’s slightly uncomfortable to sit and watch a swarm of girls attack him with their overdrawn lips whilst he does everything in his will to not shove them into next week, especially when his friends start laughing and taking little videos of the awkward encounters, clearly ready to embarrass him at a later date. But regardless, it’s nice to know that fame hasn’t gone completely to his head, unlike an ex-reality TV star who’s screaming ‘do you know who I am?’ at one of the bouncers who won’t let her hang out with her ‘friends’ in the VIP section.

But you’re quickly forced out of your trance when you feel somebody shoving something into your hand. Looking down at your palm and clocking the ten pound note before your eyes are lifting to the hand that it’s been given from. “Go and get us those cocktails” your friend slurs before slumping back in her seat and falling to one side slightly, her pink lipstick slathered all over her chin from where she’d tried to apply it without a mirror when a man wearing an extremely tight fitting top happened to settle down in the booth next to you, obviously hoping that he’d look her way. “Hurry up, I’m thirstyyy” your other friend whines, making you sigh and mutter something under your breath in reference to them being lazy and ruining your evening, as you slide out of the row of pink arched seats and stand up. Having to grip onto the back of the chairs when your legs go all warm and fuzzy from the one too many cocktails you’d already consumed, pulling your dress down to a more appropriate length before heading off in the direction of the bar. Trying to catch a glimpse of Mason as you swerve in and out of the sea of dancing bodies, but you just end up feeling as though you’re going to fall to the floor when the strobe lights start spinning on the ceiling before dispersing their blue and green beams around the room at the most ridiculous speed. Everybody around you swaying from side to side and elbowing you in the ribs as you try your best to dodge them, kicking yourself for wearing the most stupid pair of heels as your toes crush into each other more and more with each step, cursing when you skid in a puddle of what looks like - or at least you hope is - vodka, and you have to grab onto a stranger’s arm to steady yourself, much to their dismay until they catch a glimpse of your apologetic face and suddenly want to make out with you.

You’re breathing a sigh of relief when you finally make it to the bar, setting your bag down on the counter and ordering what you think your friends want, although you probably should have double-checked with them first considering you were too busy having a nosy at someone across the club to pay any sort of interest to their alcohol preferences. “What?” you’re shouting at the barman when he tells you the total of the drinks, hoping that you’ve misheard him but ten pounds clearly isn’t going to cover the cost of sixteen cosmopolitans with added shots of vodka. Panicking when he repeats the price and turns his back to get started on making them, your hands now frantically searching your bag in the hope that you manage to find the extra money before he starts yelling at you for ordering things without being able to pay. “Fuck” you’re hissing as you turn the contents of your bag out onto the countertop, checking the inside of your phone case and a pressed powder incase they happen to house the remaining money. Your heartbeat pounding louder in your ears the closer it gets to having to admit that you’ve actually only got a quarter of what you need. 

“I’ll get it” someone’s saying, clearly sensing the tension between you and the barman as you shrug your shoulders in response to him sticking his hand out for the money. “I’m not a charity” you snap back, your slightly tipsy state giving you a rush of confidence as you continue to search your bag in the hope that the money has magically appeared just so that you can laugh it off and shut everyone up. “I know, but it’s on me” they’re saying again, leaning forward and tapping their card on the machine before you can even consider fighting back a second time. “Thank-” you’re starting before realising who it is that’s just saved you from an incredibly awkward situation. Surely not. Surely Mason Mount hasn’t just bought you, of all people, a load of cocktails for your mates.

“It’s okay” he laughs nervously, making your heart melt because clearly he’s just as awkward around you as he is everybody else in this club. “Prices have gone up, haven’t they?” he smiles as he takes a step closer to you, propping himself up on the countertop with his elbows before asking the barman for a lemonade, with ice, just so it isn’t too fizzy. “Yeah, I don’t normally come out so I underestimated it a bit” you laugh shyly before looking off in the other direction, simultaneously cursing and thanking your friends for leading you to believe that you could get sixteen cocktails for a tenner, because without their stupidity, you wouldn’t be talking to the boy that you’ve been watching all night. “Prefer to stay at home then?” he asks as you turn back and nod your head. “Me too” he’s saying, “I’m normally in bed by now” he giggles as his gaze rises to the clock above the bar, the time reading 00.04am. The slight dark glow under his eyes letting you know that he’s normally tucked up by 9pm in his pyjamas. “What are you doing here then?” you ask. Stupid question really. He’s here for the same reason that you, and probably half of the people here, are - he’s been dragged along and forced to pretend that he’s a right party animal whilst he sips his non-alcoholic drinks and fights off every woman in sight. “My mates made me tag along, I’m kind of glad they did now though” he’s telling you, the second part of his sentence almost becoming inaudible as his voice quietens just as the volume of the music rises with the chorus of ‘My Yé Is Different’, ironic since you’ve just spotted the twenty grand watch decorating his wrist whilst you’re stood there in a passion fruit stained dress. But you’re still managing to hear it, and you can’t work out whether that’s in reference to you, or the fact that he’s been able to drink fizzy drinks when he’d normally only have water. Except you’re not stupid. 

“Bet you say that to everyone” you tease, gaining his attention again as he laughs nervously and shakes his head. “Only the special ones” he replies, which is true, but now you can’t help but wonder if his drinks have been accompanied by a few shots of something or another because those words and the sincerity of his tone aren’t a reflection of the awkward man you spotted ten minutes ago, let alone the fact that he clearly considers you to be one of these ‘special ones.’ “Yeah, yeah” you’re saying back, flicking your hair over your shoulder before taking a sip of one of the cocktails that are sat before you, still waiting to be taken back to your friends. “Got quite a few drinks for somebody that doesn’t go out much, no wonder you needed me to pay” he winks as you roll your eyes and blush at the thought of somebody having to give you a helping hand with the price. “This is my last one, I’m off in a minute cose I can’t keep up with everyone else” you’re shouting over the music, watching him throw his head back and laugh because he thought he was the only one in that position. “I’ll join you” he’s replying, thanking the barman for his drink before taking a sip through the straw. “Not the sort of thing you say to a girl after only knowing her two minutes, Mason” you’re teasing, studying his face as his eyes blow wide slightly and he shakes his head, quickly swallowing his lemonade before stuttering on his words. Unsure whether he’s panicking about you jokingly misinterpreting his comment, or if he’s uncomfortable over the fact that yet another girl knows his name, but either way, he’s laughing awkwardly when you tell him that you’re only messing. 

“I wouldn’t mind though” you say smugly, causing another nervous giggle to escape his lips. Your alcohol-induced confidence only adding to the butterflies that are already batting their wings against his rib cage, something about your slight feistiness and sarcastic sense of humour attracting him to you, even more so when he takes in how beautiful you still look despite being on the verge of your alcohol limit.

“Where are you going afterwards?” he’s asking once the lights have swivelled around in the opposite direction and the blush on his cheeks isn’t so evident. “I’ll just go to the chippy down the road and then get a taxi home” you’re telling him, looking down into the fluorescent pink concoction in your glass and feeling your stomach churn at how rough it’s going to make you feel in the morning. “Mind if I join you?” he’s asking as you look across at him in disbelief, watching as he downs the last few sips of his drink and stands the glass back on the countertop. Is this a dream or something? “Sorry, that was a bit forward...again” he panics, feeling a surge of anxiety run through his body incase he’s greeted with newspaper headlines in the morning about him unintentionally trying to latch onto girls that aren’t interested in him, even if half of the club know his name. 

“No, it’s fine, of course you can” you laugh, your cocktail glass almost slipping out of your grip thanks to the layer of sweat that is now developing across your palm. “I’ll just take these over to the girls and then I’ll be ready” you smile, looping the strap of your bag over your shoulder and grabbing as many glasses as you can, which really isn’t a wise move since you’ve partially lost all sense of coordination thanks to Mason’s ability to wipe any drop of confidence out of your body and replace it with nervous butterflies. 

“I’m off” you’re announcing once you’ve made your third trip back to the booth your friends are sitting in, their drunken reactions to your words making you giggle as you reach over them to grab your jacket. “Where are you goinggg?” one of them whines, gripping onto your leg and pouting before another one is drawn to the verge of tears at your confession. “I’m just tired” you nod, blowing them all a kiss and ensuring that they text you when you’re home as you turn around and head off towards the exit, not wanting to keep Mase waiting any longer. Praying that he’s stood just around the corner outside as he’d promised as you stagger across the dance floor and dodge a sea of flailing limbs and slurred shouts of ‘can I get your number?’. A sigh of relief forcing itself out of your nostrils when the ‘exit’ sign hanging above one of the fire doors becomes within touching distance and the bouncer in charge anticipates your departure, pushing down the grey bar across the middle of the door and letting it swing open, enabling you to step out into the night.

“There you are” you smile as you approach the back of his figure, his head kept down and a cap adding a nice accessory to his outfit, although it’s definitely worn as some form of disguise. “Hi” he’s smiling nervously when he realises that it’s you, a swarm of butterflies invading his tummy again when you link your arm through his and gently rest your head on the top of his shoulder - a move that you’re aware might push you into the same category as the other girls that have been after him all night, but your crippled feet and wobbly legs are grateful for the extra stability, even if your motivation to make that move takes you both by surprise. 

“Let me get this” you’re saying once you’ve made your way into the kebab shop, your arm dropping away from his as you gesture towards the table up against the front window. “You sure?” he’s asking, dipping his hand into his back pocket ready to pull his wallet out just incase, but you’re nodding and confirming that you’re more than capable of paying four-pound-fifty for a kebab and a couple of drinks - just as well really after the events earlier this evening. Giving him a small smile as he turns and heads off towards the table in the corner, his celebrity instincts kicking when he takes the seat right in front of the glass, conveniently covered by a sticker of the menu, and some extra protection offered from the back of his body. 

You’re setting the gold foam kebab box down on your table for two, along with two plastic forks, a bottle of water and a Fruit Shoot because you noticed him eyeing them up in the fridge when you came in. And it turned out to be one of the hardest decisions of your life trying to work out what flavour he wanted. Maybe it was the alcohol that was messing with your brain, making you think that he was more of an citrus guy than a berry one. Or maybe it was the fact that you were buying a child’s drink for a fully grown adult, a famous one too, who probably hasn’t had one for ten years, which only added to the pressure. Or maybe it was because you liked him and you didn’t want to ruin your chances by getting him the wrong flavour. But after flicking your gaze between the stack of bright coloured bottles and his body cowering away in the corner, you settled for the blackcurrant one, just because he looks like the type of person to play it safe - well, he is the type of person to play it safe, going by his Diet Coke and lemonade choices tonight. 

“This for me?” he’s asking as he picks the purple bottle up, smiling when you nod to confirm his answer. “How did you know this was my favourite flavour?” he’s questioning, a smug look appearing on your face as you shrug your shoulders and reply with ‘only the ‘special ones’ know that kind of information’. A giggle escaping his mouth at your words before he’s pulling the plastic lid off the drink and taking a sip, humming at the familiarity despite not having one since his seventh birthday party. “Still as good as they used to be” he’s saying, something about the additional happiness that’s now surging through his body after a drop of blackcurrant juice making your tummy fill with butterflies because he really is just the cutest, biggest child.

You’re both sitting in a comfortable silence as you pick at your shared kebab, trying to eat from separate ends so that you don’t cross any boundaries or run the risk trying to stab your forks into the same piece of chicken. But the fuzzy filter that the alcohol has brought to your eyes and the slight delay that it’s caused between your thoughts and your actions means that you find yourself diving into the last piece of pitta bread just at the same time that Mason does. And from his side it’s a poor judgement call. The sugar from his Fruit Shoot clearly giving him an extra boost of energy and causing his arm to extend outwards towards the polystyrene box, clouding his mum’s reminder that ‘you need be a gentleman and let girls eat whatever’s left, even if you want it’. And truth be told, he doesn’t really want it, which is why the pang of anxiety as soon as his plastic fork clashes with yours is stronger than ever. His cheeks turning a violent shade of crimson as he quickly pulls his fork back, leaving just four little holes from where the prongs had been as you panic and do the same.

“Sorry, no you have it” he says quietly, nudging the box towards you in the hope that you get the hint. “No, you eat it” you smile, pushing it back towards him. The two of you just repeating the same movement as the box moves two centimetres one way, and then two centimetres back the other. “Mason, just eat it!” you whine as he sits opposite you and shakes his head. “I said you could have it” he smiles nervously, subtly wiping the sweat off his palms and onto the material of his jeans when he realises that you’re staring straight into his eyes. “Why are you getting all nervous for? Just eat ittt” you groan, a giggle escaping his lips because there’s no way you’re backing down on this one. “Fine” he huffs, stabbing his fork back into the little holes that it made earlier before slowly moving it towards his mouth. Your eyebrows raising more and more as you watch it edge closer to his lips. And then he’s doing the unthinkable and quickly changing the direction of his fork so that it starts heading towards your mouth instead. Involuntarily parting your lips whilst you wait for what’s just happened to register, and the next thing you know, you’re swallowing the piece of pitta bread. 

“What a fuss about nothing” he hums as you roll your eyes at him. “You’re quite romantic, aren’t you?” you tease as his eyebrows furrow in the middle, waiting for you to clarify your comment. “Is that all of the alcohol that’s made you so desperate to share the last piece of food with me?” you question, another layer of blush painting itself across the tops of his cheeks. “Oh, sorry, you didn’t have anything to drink, did you? Lightweight” you smirk, making him roll his eyes this time. “I’m just being a gent, plus you’ve been drinking so you need something to sober you up, maybe it’ll stop you being so rude next time I offer to buy you a drink” he says smugly, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in the chair. A wave of composure washing over him now that he’s left you slightly speechless and he’s matched your sense of humour. “Next time? You’ll be lucky” you sass as he scoffs at you. “You’re the one that needs to buy me a drink to apologise for snapping at me, so there will be a next time to call it quits, thank you” he smiles, his sudden burst of confidence talking to you allowing his real personality to shine through, and you can’t help but start to get lost in it. “Was I really that rude?” you ask, secretly dying as you think back to your ‘I’m not a charity’ comment at the bar. “No, I’m just messing” he laughs, eliciting the same response from you as you erase that memory out of your brain. “You’re just confident, I like it” he’s saying, the last part of his comment getting lost when a group of people come staggering through the door, drowning out his words for the second time tonight, but you’re ninety-nine percent certain you managed to catch it. And now you’re the nervous one.

You’re quickly moving the conversation on to something else when you feel your chest starting to heat up with anxious prickles. Mason going all funny inside because it’s clear that he has the same effect on you as you do him, but he’s trying to push that to the back of his mind as he listens to you rambling on about your favourite breed of dogs, and how you had a fish finger sandwich for tea before you came out tonight, and how you actually know quite a lot about football but you’re reluctant to bring it up because you don’t want to embarrass him, although your drunken state causes you to let a few football facts slip out, all of them relating to Mase but you’re too caught up in your fuzzy alcoholic state to even recognise. But he does, obviously. Finding it sweet how you know exactly how many appearances he’s made for Chelsea, and what minute he came on in his debut against Manchester United, and what colour boots he wore against last season’s match against Newcastle. Just sitting back and letting you talk in between the occasional swig of water, hardly being able to get a word in edgeways because the alcohol is well and truly running through your veins now, making you come out with all kinds of mismatched comments and slurs. But he doesn’t mind, which takes him by surprise a bit, especially as he’s secretly scared of drunk people and he can count the amount of times he’s felt a bit tipsy on one hand, but there’s something different about you. Maybe it’s your sense of humour and how you’ve got him in stitches, or how your drunken state leads you to be more concerned about the welfare of a stray cat outside than it does anything else on the planet, or maybe it’s how deep beneath that strong outer shell you’re protecting yourself with that he knows you’ve got a heart of gold, an inside of ‘pure mush’ as his mum would say. 

“What time is it?” you slur after knocking back your last swig of water. “Nearly one o’clock” Mason’s replying, glancing at his overly-expensive watch as you sit there and wonder how he actually knows what hour of the day it is when all of the numbers have been replaced by diamonds. “Better head off” you mumble, staring blankly into the empty kebab box and trying to process what move you need to make next in order to get yourself back home in one piece. “I’ll order you a cab if you want, or I’ll walk you back, I don’t know how far away you live” he’s saying, forcing you out of your trace as you look up at his tired, bloodshot eyes. Knowing full well that as soon as you’re gone he’ll be running home to bed with a glass of water to tone down the bubbles in his tummy from his fizzy drinks, paranoid incase they give him a fizzy version of a hangover. “I live about half an hour away and I can tell you’re ready for bed so I’ll go with the cab” you smile, making him giggle nervously at the fact that his tiredness has been uncovered, although it’s not difficult to pick up on the fact that the only other time he stays up this late is on New Years Eve, and even then he normally sets an alarm for 11.57pm so that he can wake up from his nap in time.

You’re letting him help you put all of your belongings back into your handbag after you insisted on showing him your favourite lipgloss midway through your earlier conversation. Linking your arm through his and stepping out into the coldness of the night, a breeze nipping across your legs and causing you to let out a little squeal as you start pulling your dress down to try and hide your goosebumps. “Here” Mason’s saying, taking his jacket off and draping it over your shoulders. “Mase” you’re replying. Mase - he likes that, and he likes how naturally it’s left your mouth too. Trying to give it back to him but he’s adamant that you keep it. “Gives me another reason to see you in order to get it back” he winks, making you roll your eyes as you stand snuggled into his side on the edge of the pavement. 

“Did you want my number?” he’s asking, already taking his phone out of his pocket and holding it out in your direction before you even have chance to respond. “You’ve not really given me an option have you?” you laugh, making him giggle as he shuffles awkwardly from side to side, waiting for your digits to appear on the screen. “Only because I need to give your jacket back, there’s no other reason for this” you tell him, smiling as he nods his head but you both know that’s a little white lie. “There you go” you’re saying, passing his phone back to him as his eyes study the new contact in his hand. A new number written beneath Y/N. 

‘Shit’ he’s thinking. He didn’t even ask for your name before this. Awkward. 

“Pretty name” he smiles, trying to play it off cool, but you’re not drunk enough to not notice his mistake. “So pretty that you didn’t even know that’s what I was called until now” you reply, making him giggle and let out an awkward ‘oops’. “I’ll let you off this once” you’re saying as you look up at him stood beneath the lamppost that’s towering above the two of you. A golden glow adding a filter to his face and making him look even more gorgeous than he did when he was sipping his lemonade in the club and shoving lettuce and chicken into his mouth. And you’re desperate to just kiss him, especially since he’s got a bit of dried Fruit Shoot in the corner of his mouth and you know his lips will taste all sweet like they do in the movies. But considering he’s only just learnt your name you don’t think it’s the right time, and there’s also a bunch of Tottenham fans making their way up the street, not wanting to have to make him endure any teasing, especially when he’s already stayed up late in a part of town he wouldn’t usually be seen dead in to spend time with you. 

“Thanks for tonight” you whisper as you briefly rest your head on his shoulder, pulling it away when the taxi he’s ordered for you appears at the side of the curb. “My pleasure, thank you” he’s saying back, removing his protective hand from the small of your back and stepping forward to open the back door of the car for you. “Told you that you were a gent” you tease as he mumbles ‘shut up’ and pretends to shove you into the back seat with a giggle. “See you soon for that jacket, yeah?” he winks as you reply with ‘yeah yeah, whatever’, making him let out a little chuckle as he closes the door on you. Giving you an awkward little wave as you head off down the street, standing and waiting for your car to turn the corner before heading home himself. Leaving just a message of ‘thank you again, can’t wait to get my jacket back cose it’s freezing without it ;) x’ that’s just appeared on your screen connecting the two of you. And even if you have been slightly tipsy tonight and now can’t remember half of the things you spoke about, there genuinely doesn’t seem like a better person to sit in a kebab shop with in the early hours of the morning after stumbling across him by pure chance a club that neither of you particularly wanted to spend the night at. Thanking your lucky stars for allowing your paths to cross because you already know this is the start of something special. Very special.

[avenirdelight]

Accident

Dominic Calvert-Lewin

An accident happens during the match and Dom is responsible for it.

The supporters' groans welcomed Dom's ears as soon as the ball left his foot. He also groaned in frustration because he had just completely missed the shot and the ball had flown somewhere to the front rows of the lower Gwladys Street stand.

Dom hung his head low and shook his head. He had already turned back and walked away when he realised that some of those groans had turned into shouts. Dom looked over his shoulders for a moment, before stopping his steps and turning around again, trying to focus on what people were saying. He saw some stewards rushing in the same direction and it definitely didn't look right.

"What's going on?" Dom asked an approaching Townsend. The winger shrugged and shook his head. He told Dom to get back in his position, but Dom was still curious about what was happening.

All attention was now centred in the first front row of the supporters' stand, just on the left side of the goalpost. People looked panicked and horrified. Dom walked closer towards where the stewards were huddling, some of them looked like they were giving directions to the ones closest to the stand. It seemed like they were trying to get someone out.

A wave of panic suddenly washed over Dom, as his mind came up with a possibility of what might be happening there.

Dom's thick eyebrows knitted when a ball was thrown back from the stands and caught by a ball boy nearby, that must've been the one that had flown.

His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach when he got a clear sight of the person those stewards were helping.

It was a girl. Her face was full of horror.

And there was a thin line of blood trickling down her face.

—

For the last ten minutes of the match, Dom completely lost his focus. Good thing they'd been already two-nil up, so he wouldn't be blaming himself too hard for not scoring more goals. But his mind had left the pitch since the accident happened. All he could think about was the fact that his flying ball had hit a girl right on her head. He felt worse when he remembered how hard he'd actually hit the ball. Even after the final whistle where he congratulated his teammates, thanked the Norwich players and the Everton fans, he still couldn't get the image of her being carried away by the stewards to get the medic's help off his mind.

"Where's the girl? Where is she?" Dom asked Rob, one of the staff members, as soon as he entered the tunnel. The guy knew immediately who he meant and told him that she was in the medic room. "Let me see her," Dom demanded.

They walked down the hall, brushing past every player and staff on their way. Dom wanted to get there as soon as possible, declining everyone who tried to stop him, worried that the girl would have left already before he could see her and say his sorry.

The medic room's door was ajar, and it seemed quiet in there. For a second Dom thought that he was late. But he sighed in relief when he entered the room because the girl was still in there, sitting on the bed. She was looking down, slouching her shoulders, but it wasn't hard for him to notice the huge bandage on her head.

The knock on the door made her raise her head and their eyes immediately met. She looked surprised, but the sorrow in her eyes stayed. Dom's heart clenched when he saw the stain of blood on her shirt.

—

"Hello," Dom announced his arrival. "I'm so sorry for what happened back there. I'm Dominic." He offered his hand. The girl straightened her posture and managed to give him a small smile before shaking his hand and introducing herself.

"This is my friend, Anna," she said as she shifted her gaze to a worried person, a slightly older woman, who was standing beside her.

"How are you feeling? Are you okay?" Dom asked. The worry in his voice was immense, his whole face also said so. "I really am sorry. I feel horrible."

"Please, it's okay. These things happen," she timidly said, shrugging. "I'm okay. Still hurts a little bit, but I'm fine." Her lips twitched into a weak smile.

Dom frowned, clearly not convinced by her answer, especially because of how he could see all the pain in her eyes. And the smile she attempted truly had no soul in it.

She had sat in the front row. Dom's attention had always been on the ball, but he remembered catching a few glimpses of her, he even thought that he remembered her from previous matches. She was always full of expressions, chanting the loudest with a huge proud smile on her face. So seeing her now with barely any energy really made him feel the biggest guilt.

"Hey, I'm taking you to the hospital, yeah?" He said to her, and before she could even respond, he had turned his attention to Rob. "Can you help me to get someone to arrange a car for these ladies, please?" he asked Rob, who nodded his head upon the request. Dom turned her attention again to her who was now looking completely flustered. "I'll quickly shower and get changed, and then we can all go together."

The girl shook her head, probably a little bit too hard because she then slightly paused and winced, before saying, "No, that really wouldn't be necessary. I am sure a little bit of rest is what I need..."

"It's better to be safe than sorry. We need to make sure that you're truly fine. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

"Really, I'm okay, I—"

"Please, I insist," he said as he carefully took her slightly trembling hand. She fell silent, before looking up to her friend who gave her a little nod. She let out a sigh before agreeing to Dom's proposal.

Dom gave her a warm smile as she squeezed her hand. He was worried that this girl was actually mad at him for doing such a stupid shot that had harmed her. But when she replied his smile with a genuine smile of hers and squeezed his hand back, he felt his worry melting away.

—

It had all happened so suddenly and so fast. She didn't know how no one, not even herself, had managed to stop the flying ball before it hit her forehead. The throbbing pain had registered first, before she felt something wet trickling down her temple and then to her cheeks. She'd heard Anna yelling, "Oh God, you're bleeding!" and everything that had happened after that was a blur.

She'd done several tests at the hospital and been told that she could get the results tomorrow. The doctor had given the confirmation that she was fine and prescribed her some medicines to reduce the pain. She'd been told to rest up and allowed to go home.

At this point, she thought that Dominic Calvert-Lewin was practically an angel. Not only paying for the expense at the hospital and promising to take care of possible future treatments, Dom had also waited for her through all the examinations. He could've asked someone to handle it, but he'd wanted to step in and take care of everything himself. She'd thought that it would've been all, but he had even taken the initiative to take her and Anna home.

So there they were now, standing face to face in front of her house. She was tired and ready to crash on her bed and pass out. But this might be her last few minutes she would spend with Dom, so she tried to endure the dizziness that was creeping back again.

She tried to focus on Dom, who looked unbelievably gorgeous illuminated by the dim light of the porch. It was the first time everything hit, that Dominic Calvert-Lewin, the Everton player, the person Anna and her had always gushed about, was now standing right there in front of her, gazing down at her with his beautiful eyes. His curls were dangling on his foreheads, her heart skipped a beat every time he batted his eyelashes.

"You okay?" Dom asked for a hundredth time tonight. But she knew he was just really worried and she appreciated it.

"Yeah... I just realised how ridiculous I must look right now with this huge bandage in my head," she said, pointing at the bandage that covered almost all of her forehead. This had been her first time meeting Dom and it was embarrassing that she didn't look presentable at all. Luckily they'd given her a new Everton shirt back in the stadium or she would still be wearing the one that had blood all over it.

"No... You look fine. You still look pretty." Dom's voice went deep and it sent shivers down her spine.

She always hated how yellow the lamp on the porch was, even protested to her mum so many times about it because it made her eyes hurt, but now she was thankful that it was yellow, so it could help her conceal the blush on her face right now. She was just starting to function properly and this man was already doing some effects on her. The past three hours had been crazy and she couldn't even think to be nervous, but now she was. She could feel her cheeks getting warm.

"Keep me updated, yeah? Tell me if it gets worse... And tell me if it feels better. You can text me anytime," he continued. She still couldn't believe that he trusted her to have his personal number.

She nodded lightly. "Yeah, I'll update you once I get the results tomorrow."

"Good," he also nodded, and gave her one nervous smile. "Well, actually," he paused, biting his lower lip as if he was unsure of what he was going to say. "Can I have your number?"

Out of all the things Dom had said and done today, this one caught her off guard the most. She just stared back at him with her mouth hanging open a little bit, struggling to process his question, let alone think about an answer. Did she hear the right thing? She wasn't even sure.

"You know, we just got to know each other, and it's such a pleasure for me. It's just such a shame that we hung out in a hospital," he continued, looking and sounding dead serious. "I'd like to see you again. I'd like to take you somewhere nice."

"Is it— Is it because you feel sorry?" She finally found her words, even though she sounded unsure. "Please, Dom, everything that you've done for me tonight is enough, I'm so thankful that you—"

"No, it's not because of that," he cut her off with a small smile on his face. "I think you're a wonderful person and I'd like to know more about you. Well, only if you're okay with that."

She fell silent again. Her brain was working at half the normal speed, and it felt like his words were just floating above her head. And her heart was beating so fast, she could hear it thumping in her ears.

That was when it clicked in her head.

Dom liked her.

She was completely lost for words. She hadn't even processed everything that had happened in the past three hours, so it was a huge struggle for her to process what was happening now. What Dom had just said earlier, did that really mean that Dom liked her and wanted to take her on a date?

She didn't know how many awkward seconds had passed with Dom staring expectantly at her and her staring blankly at him while fidgeting with her fingers. When he cleared his throat, she realised that she needed to respond. But her head was hurting again, she couldn't formulate the words to say.

So what she did was grab her phone from the pocket of her jacket. Dom couldn't see what she was doing and didn't dare to try peeking. It seemed like she was pressing some buttons before she brought her phone to her ear.

Just then, Dom felt his phone vibrate on his pockets. He quickly took it out. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the unknown number that was displayed on his screen. He was about to decline it when his gaze shifted to her, and he saw her looking at him with a smirk on her face.

He connected the two dots: she was calling him. She took the phone off her ear and pressed the red button, and his phone stopped vibrating. Dom's frown instantly turned into a smile as he nodded his head in excitement.

"Thank you," he shyly said and she only replied with a shrug, while she suppressed a smile that was trying so hard to break out. "Well, okay, then. I guess I can go now. I hope you feel better soon," he muttered. "Can I— Can I give you a hug? And— I'm sorry, again, for—"

"Okay, I really need you to stop saying sorry! It's fine! I'm fine," she exclaimed, stepping closer to him. They shared some chuckles, which died down by the time Dom wrapped his arms around her.

They both sighed. None of them felt like they needed to pull back from the hug quickly, because they knew that it had been a long and bloody weird day for both of them. A peaceful rest was definitely needed for them to get their heads clear and process everything that had happened. Today was absolutely one of the craziest matchday. But who knew that an accident could lead into something more.

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been a while since i wrote for dom! i hope you enjoyed it!☺️❤️

you’re very welcome to leave any comments or give me feedbacks through asks / dms, i’d really appreciate it! thank you!

My Masterlist

[footballdaydream]

everyone, your girl has got a bit of baby fever right now so if you want, you can send some baby/kid requests in :)

[macybeckham7]

Can you do one based on

I think I did it again

I made you believe we're more than just friends

Oh baby

It might seem like a crush

But it doesn't mean that I'm serious

with anyone, I’ll leave it open for you to decide

You thought that you were on the same page, you both had a good friendship, he felt like he could have his guard down around you and he didn’t have to pretend to be this person who everyone thought he was. You would often find yourselves cuddling on the sofa as you watched movies, always being each other’s dates to events. But you guys never really discussed what things were, you often slept together and liked that there was no strings attached. You froze when you realised what he just said, you moving away from him wanting distance. ‘I love you’ he moans inbetween kisses. ‘I thought…’ he says but stops. I think I did it again, made you believe we’re more than just friends. You could tell that he was feeling kind of vulnerable. ‘This wasn’t supposed to happen’ you say barely above a whisper. ‘Sorry that I’m not a heartless cunt’ he says which makes you raise your brows at him. Was you a heartless cunt? ‘It might seem like a crush-’ he cuts you off, ‘Don’t tell me what my feelings are’

[toomuchchelsea]

Can you do a DCL imagine? One where you're having a pretty darn heated argument out on the streets and you go to walk away, not noticing the car approaching as you cross the road and Dom just merely pulls you off the road and into his chest, peppering you with kisses and all scared that you almost got hurt. You're pretty shaken up but still in a salty mood towards Dom but he's not letting you leave his sight after that. Thx!

You and Dom were on a night out with friends when your night took a sour turn the moment you saw Dom spending much of his night talking to the same brunette, eyes barely meeting yours over the few hours you two were there. Sure, you weren't exactly his girlfriend but you figured you were owed some kind of decency, seeing as nearly everyone knew you two were together, even if it wasn't official.

What drove you over the edge was when the bartender turned to you and let the secret slip. "She's an ex-girlfriend."

Before that moment, you never understood people when they talked being so blinded by their anger, they saw red. But that moment, you swore you saw red, too. Your ears were fuming, your face went flush with heated rage and you could feel your blood boiling.

It was almost as if Dom knew you were mad at him because at that precise moment, he chose to make eye-contact with you over the brunette's head. You couldn't even imagine how angry you looked but you didn't want his gaze on you a moment longer. You turned around on your heels and made a bee line for the exit.

It took seconds for your ears to perk up when Dom shouted your name, chasing after you. "Where are you going?" he asked, trying to catch up with you.

"Home."

"Why?"

You snapped then, turning around to look at him so you could make your emotions as clear as possible. "Because I'm not just gonna stand there looking like a fucking fool while you chat up your ex."

"I wasn't chatting her up!" he defended.

"Of course not. I mean, even if you were, it's not cheating if we're not together, right?"

"What are you talking about? Of course we're together," he fought.

You scoffed. "No, we're not. Not officially."

"Is that what this is about?!"

You shook your head in disbelief before turning around and walking across the street to get away from the situation. What you didn't see when you took a step out onto the road was a car hurtling towards you at full speed, dead-set on making the yellow light.

You were frozen in fear, not that you even had any time to react anyway. Thankfully, Dom reacted quickly and wrapped his hands around your waist, rushing to pull you off the road and into his chest as the car passed by.

You were breathing heavily, eyes staring out at the road before you where the car had previously been but was now driving away into the distance. Your adrenaline had blood rushing to your ears. You didn't even hear Dom as he kept asking, "Are you okay?" and turned you around to look you over.

"I--I'm fine," you mumbled as he peppered your face, head and hair with kisses.

"Oh, my God," he muttered against your skin, pulling you into a hug. "What the hell was that guy thinking, driving that fast? Are you sure you're okay?"

You tried to shake your head of what had just happened before your very eyes, trying hard to remain focused on what had just happened back at the club.

"I'm fine," you mumbled once more, pulling out of Dom's grasp. He speechlessly watched you do so, letting his grip fall. "I have to go."

And, then, after checking both sides of the road, you were once again making your way across the road. And, Dom was once again following you. "What are you doing?" you asked. "Go back to the club. I'm sure your date misses you."

"My date is right here and I'm not letting her out of my sight after what just happened," he said, now walking beside you. After a moment, he added, "I shouldn't have left you standing there while I was talking to her." You gave him a side-eyed glance. "I shouldn't have been talking to her at all. I don't want her, babes. I want you."

"You sure have a funny way of showing it," you mumbled, letting him pull at your elbow to stop you from walking and turn to him.

"I'm sorry," he apologized and just by the sorrow in his tone, you could tell he meant it. "I should've made you my girlfriend. I should've made it official a long time ago. But I'm not going to let you slip through my fingers now. I'm sorry I'm just pretty stubborn. I get it from my girlfriend."

Your ears perked up once more and your eyes finally met his. "Your girlfriend, huh?"

He nodded, taking the bait. "Yeah, I don't know if you saw but she actually just nearly got run over and I basically saved her life. Definitely stubborn because she hasn't thanked me for it yet."

You finally let out a chuckle. "Keep dreaming," you commented, patting his chest. "Might be a while before that thank you comes out." You reached out and interlaced his fingers with yours before pulling him back to continue walking towards your flat.

"That's fine," he replied. "I don't mind waiting one bit."

[nuestraluzdelaluna]

✦:˒ blurb weeks masterlist ◞⁺☆．

━━━━━━

✎ who i write for

ღ players i love writing for

✦:˒ smut

↯ angst

━━━━━━

˗ˏˋ my playlist ´ˎ˗

1. you were mine for the summer now we know it’s nearly over

╰┈➤ summer love one direction | leon goretzka | john stones ↯

2. i’m just talking shit to the ones that’ll listen

╰┈➤ go flex post malone | dcl

3. she texts me in a warm summer night (sie schreibt mir um halb drei in ‘ner warmen Sommernacht)

╰┈➤ sommergewitter pashanim | virgil van dijk | robin koch

4. you better shut up and be good ( vi conviene stare zitti e buoni)

╰┈➤ ✦:˒ zitti e buoni måneskin | leon goretzka | marcus rashford

5. what the hell were we? tell me we weren’t just friends

╰┈➤ friends chase Atlantic | jadon sancho | jude bellingham

6. “hi, why’d you only call me when you’re high?“

╰┈➤ why’d you only call me when you’re high arctic monkeys | dcl | Jack grealish

7. we’ll safety pin, the pieces of our broken hearts back together

╰┈➤ safety pin 5sos | jadon sancho | mason mount | Ben Chilwell

8. i have not been able to love another person and i swear that i’ve tried (a otra persona no he podido amar y te juro que lo he tratado)

╰┈➤ si estuviemos juntos bad bunny | marcus rashford | jadon sancho ↯

9. i swear to god, i never fall in love then you showed up, and I can’t get enough of it

╰┈➤ my ex’s bestfriend blackbear | jack grealish | dcl

10. for every question why, you were my because

╰┈➤ walls louis tomlinson | jude bellingham | marcus rashford

˗ˏˋ insecurities ´ˎ˗

⿻ mason mount

✦:˒ insecure about a mole

✦:˒ insecure about not looking like a model

insecure about beauty spots

insecure about big boobs

insecure about acne

insecure about wearing bikinis

⿻ leon goretzka

insecure about small boobs ↯

insecure about transfer rumors

insecure about his past long term relationship

⿻ erling haaland

✦:˒ insecure about wide hips

insecure about not being norwegian

insecure about small lips

insecure about sitting on his lap

⿻ dominic calvert-lewin

insecure about having a strong accent

insecure about not being sexy enough

insecure about being introverted

⿻ ben chilwell

insecure about having a stutter

insecure about your body and needing validation

⿻ marcus rashford

insecure about having a strong accent

insecure about your body type

⿻ jadon sancho

insecure about stretch marks

feeling ‘flat’

⿻ joe gomez

✦:˒ insecure about the attention he gets from others

⿻ jack grealish

insecure about small boobs & stretch marks

insecure because you gained weight

insecure about big boobs

⿻ neco williams

insecure about thick thighs

⿻ robin koch

insecure about curvy thighs

⿻ scott mctominay

not feeling good enough

⿻ virgil van dijk

✦:˒ insecure about your boobs

⿻ john stones

insecure about thighs at beach

⿻ unai simón

insecure about the future

⿻ anyone you like

insecure about hip dips

[alltoolewis]

December Schedule 🎄

Here is my schedule for this month!!! As you can see some of the days only have 1 thing for them, this is just so I can make room to either write Christmas blurb requests (which you can send in now) or for me to catch up on any if needed!!! I will be writing more, but this schedule is mainly just a request one!! When they are crossed out they have been posted & I am creating a little master list for all of them so keep an eye out for that!!

My requests are open!! so feel free to send in any festive ideas!!! Love you guysss!!! (BIG DELAY ON THE PROMPTS DUE TO UNEXPECTED VACATION!)

December 1st

“I thought you said you didn’t celebrate Christmas…” mason mount

Christmas stream Lando Norris (REQUEST)

December 2nd

“You’re wearing this sweater and you’ll like it.” max Verstappen

December 3rd

“Flour and sugar are a good look for you.” Trent Alexander Arnold

December 4th

“So, you’ve never been kissed under mistletoe?” “Actually, I’ve never been kissed at all.” Lando Norris

December 5th

“If you can’t get home for the holidays then I won’t go home either” Jadon Sancho

December 6th

“What do you mean we’re out of hot chocolate?” Pierre gasly

December 7th

"Oh my God, what did you do to that poor Christmas tree?" Trent Alexander Arnold

December 8th

“Have you ever wrapped a present before?” “…Why do you ask?” Max Fewtrell

December 9th

"Throw that snowball and I swear to god you’re sleeping on the couch!" Mason Mount

December 10th

“In my defence, ice-skating always looked romantic in movies.” Lewis Hamilton

December 11th

“I can’t believe it’s Christmas Eve and I’m stuck in a snowstorm with you.” “There’s worse company.” “Doubtful.” Marcus Rashford

December 12th

“Come sit on Santa's lap.” “No, weirdo” George Russell

Exile (Taylor Swift) Jack Grealish (SONG REQUEST)

December 13th

“I can’t do another family Christmas alone…can you…will you come with me?” Ben Chilwell

Baby, it's cold outside Lewis hamilton

December 14th

“If you carry on this hall won’t be the only thing getting decked.” *Proceeds to hit person A with decorations* Daniel Riccardo

Carry you (Ruelle) Trent Alexander Arnold (SONG REQUEST)

December 15th

“Wait, reindeers are real animals?” Jadon Sancho

December 16th

“Ho-Ho-Hold on one minute there, Santa." Daniel Ricciardo

Diamonds (Talia Mar) Lando Norris (SONG REQUEST)

December 17th

“I didn’t have a star so I just-” “Put a photo card of [BLANK] instead" Trent Alexander-Arnold

December 18th

"Setting the Christmas tree on fire doesn't count as a way to get warm, ok?" Charles Leclerc

Still the one (Shania Twain) Daniel Ricciardo

December 19th

“Come decorate this gingerbread house with me!” ben Chilwell

December 20th

“Don’t tell me you ate the whole- YOU ATE THE WHOLE TIN OF COOKIES?!” Max Verstappen

Cowboy in LA (LANY) Marcus Rashford (SONG REQUEST)

December 21st

“Did you just pour Egg Nog on your Cheerios?” Charles Leclerc

December 22nd

“Please open the door. It’s cold out here.” Lando Norris

Motivation (Normani) Kylian Mbappe (SONG REQUEST)

December 23rd

“All I want for Christmas is you.” “Don’t quote Mariah Carey at me.” Jadon Sancho

December 24th

“Stay. You can’t spend Christmas Eve alone.” Trent Alexander-Arnold

Hopeless (Aine Deane) Lando Norris (SONG REQUEST)

December 25th

“So…do you still hate Christmas?” Lewis Hamilton