#england oneshot

[helen-with-an-a]

Out of Position

Hi. So, I'm not really sure I like this but hey-ho. I'm trying to write my masters dissertation so fics may be few and far between loll but I wanted to write something. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

Lucy Bronze x reader

Description: R has to play out of position for Barça

Word Count: 1.5k

The season had been … tough, to say the least.

The start of the season was great, you were playing your favourite 6 or 8 positions. You were happy there – you were racking up assists, you had your name on score sheets more regularly. Things were really looking good for you. You were in the Starting XI regularly, slowly increasing the minutes to full matches every week. Your national team coaches had noticed your efforts to, soon earning that number 8 shirt at international level. Things were looking really, really good.

And then Mapi got injured. That was a blow to the team, no doubt. Her infectious energy was sorely missed during trainings, her technical prowess and defensive knowhow that were so integral to the team was difficult to replicate. But everyone was managing incredibly well. Slowly but surely, you were being played further away from where you were comfortable. And then Alexia was out again too. Another massive knock. Not just for the team, seeing the Captain out of commission was hard on everyone, but for you in particular. You were slowly being played further back on the pitch than you were entirely comfortable with. You weren’t a defender. You did your part, when necessary, but you weren’t a defender. You were never fully happy making those harsh tackles and committing essential fouls. Your main form of defence came from interceptions – your speed was something to be noted by all commentators. You were always the first onto a wayward ball. It was something you prided yourself on. It was something the whole team prided themselves on, none-so more than Lucy.

You didn’t know how it happened really, but by the away El Clásico, your picture was being displayed on screen in the no. 5 position. Who would have thought you would end up playing against Real Madrid as a centre-back? Especially when considering you started the season as an attacking midfield and borderline striker?

“I can’t do this.” You were full on panicking in the changing rooms. Your hands were gripping the bench so tightly your knuckles were turning white; your wide frantic eyes flittered nervously around the room; your skin was cold and clammy, your breathing erratic. You were on the verge of a panic attack.

“Sí, puedes, chica.” Patri soothed, running her hand in wide comforting circles along the length of your back. You had been fine during training, and most of the warmup but you had seen Moller Hansen give you, what you interpreted to be, a menacing glare, and something had snapped in you. “Amiga, you need to breathe” Patri reminded you, exaggerating her own breathing to try and prompt yours. It wasn’t working. Marta and Irene were with you, both looking on with some concern. “Ves a buscar la Lucy.” Patri ordered one of them, not taking her eyes off you. You had moved one hand from the bench to your thigh, your nails pressing harshly into the muscles, dragging unforgiving lines up and down.

Not 30 seconds after the door swung shut behind Marta, a very concerned Lucy appeared by your side, worry etched on her face.

“Can’t … do it,” you struggled to get the words out. Lucy’s heart shattered at your words. She had seen the hours you had put in, the number of dates you had rain checked to stay late with the defensive coaches, the frequent mornings when she had woken up, alone with your side of the bed cold with a note on your pillow telling her that coffee was in the machine, she just needed to press start and that you’d see her at training. If she didn’t know where you were, she would be concerned you were cheating on her. But no, you were in the gym at the crack of dawn, strengthening your muscles and pushing yourself to go beyond your previous limits. She was exhausted just looking at the work you were doing. But it wasn’t in vain. You looked so natural in the back line; anyone that didn’t know you would think you were comfortable. But no one saw these moments and sheer and raw terror that coursed through your veins moments before you stepped out of the changing rooms.

“You can, pretty girl. I promise you; you can do it.” Lucy said, gently crushing you to her chest. She was sad to admit that this was a common occurrence.

“Scared,” you croaked out. “let the team down.”

“No, my love, you will never let us down. I promise. You can never, ever let anyone down.” She cooed, her fingers dipping under your shirt to run her nails over your bare back. She pulled back after a few moments, waiting until your breathing evened out a little bit – her comforting smell washing over you and soothing your body more than any words could do. She cupped your face, gently running her thumb across your cheek. “I love you, so, so much. There are 10 other girls on that pitch, all of them believe in you. You wouldn’t be out there if the club didn’t think you could do this.” She said her words with such conviction. You took a deep breath and nodded – not believing her words, but the noise outside the changing room was growing louder, signalling that both teams were ready to go. You were still incredibly nervous, but you did have a job to do after all. You both left the changing room hand-in-hand, taking your customary places at the back of the line.

“Look at me, pretty girl.” She whispered in your ear as she caught you staring off into the distance. You turned to look at her, a slightly guilty look on your face as your bite your lip harshly. “I love you,” she said emphatically.

“I love you,” you said softly back, not as nervous as you were before, but definitely not good.

It was a tough match. Real Madrid had really stepped up their game since the last time you were out. It was a 1 – 1 all draw that was growing more precarious every minute. You had just 10 minutes left of the match and both sides were determined to break the stalemate.

 Madrid were on the attack, having been able to pick out weaknesses in Barça’s defence. Lucy had drifted too far from her position, letting Carmona utilise the space by making a speedy break for it. You were the furthest back in your team’s line up. Your muscles were aching, your face was red with effort, yet you had to win this ball back. You couldn’t let Cata take on Carmona and Caicedo all by herself. You ran. Hell, you practically flew down that flank, pushing yourself harder and faster than you ideally wanted to.

You knew exactly what Olga was going to do before she did it. Maybe it was your experience up front? Maybe it was all the hours you had spent reviewing footage of various players you would face in the league? But you abandoned your chase on Carmona, changing your momentum to catch up to Caicedo just at the right time. Cata had drifted to the right in anticipation of Olga’s strike, but you knew she wouldn’t attempt the shot – not when Caicedo was sitting wide open with a goalkeeper-less net in front of her. You threw your body into the header – it was easily the harshest one you had given all season – possibly your whole career. Your technique was perfect though as you caught only the ball, using your momentum to bounce the ball away from the goal before bouncing painfully on the ground. You quickly rushed to your feet, watching Cata take advantage of a very confused Caicedo and a disappointed Carmona to chase the ball and boot it out into the stands.

There was a moment of quiet – at least it was quiet for you – before the world came back into focus. Your heartbeat was in your ears, your chest rising and falling dramatically as you sucked in precious oxygen. Cata was the first to get her hands to you. She shook your shoulders almost violently, your head wobbled comically at the action.

“Tu nena preciosa,” she shouted, kisses raining down on your forehead. You felt head pats and light taps on your back as you made your way back into your position.

Finally, the full whistle went. Barça had won El Clásico yet again (although it was tougher than anyone cared to admit)

“You …” Lucy said as her warm arms wrapped you in a hug. “That was the best defending I have ever seen.” She smiled, clearly wanted to say and do more.

“I learned it from you,” you whispered as you squeezed back. “The flying header. A Lucy Bronze special,” you teased.

“And you said you couldn’t defend.” She scoffed. “I’m so proud of you.” She said, pressing kisses into your sweaty hairline. You blushed profusely but smiled, nonetheless. That was all you really wanted, to make Lucy proud. “I think this calls for a treat, don’t you?” She whispered seductively into your ear as she dragged you into the changing rooms, a sly smirk dancing on her lips.

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[lucybronzey]

you're enough - lucy bronze

pairing: Lucy Bronze x fem!reader warnings: none word count: 1,544 author's note: Please note that my dyslexia still affects my writing and there can be lots of grammar/vocabulary/phrasing mistakes. Feedback is always welcome! Please do not translate, copy/paste or take credit/ownership of any of my stories! summary: In the aftermath of losing the Women's World Cup 2023 final, Lucy Bronze finds solace in the unwavering support of her girlfriend Y/N, who stands by her side with love and understanding. With the comforting presence of Y/N and her brother Jorge's family, Lucy realises that her victories and losses are shared experiences. Being hand in hand, Lucy and Y/N find strength in each other's love, as they face the world together with an unbreakable spirit.

The stadium buzzed with anticipation as fans filled the stands, their cheers echoing off the walls. The Women's World Cup 2023 final England versus Spain was about to begin and the air was charged with excitement and nervous energy. Among the sea of supporters, you stood with her brother Jorge and his family, all donning Lucy Bronze shirts. Your heart raced as they waited for the match to kick off.

You glanced at your girlfriend, Lucy Bronze, who stood on the pitch with her teammates, wearing a determined expression despite the pressure of the championship match. Lucy's fiery determination and passion were what had first drawn you to her and it was that same fire that made you believe that Lucy and her team could conquer anything, even in the face of a challenging Spanish opponent.

As the game progressed, the tension in the stadium grew with every play, every shot, and every save. The score remained locked in a 1-0 to Spain's side and the clock ticked down to the final minutes of the match, with added 13 extra minutes on the display. Your heart ached for Lucy and her teammates as they fought valiantly on the field, their determination evident in every sprint and slide tackle.

When the Spanish team was given the penalty, the England fans, including you, were shouting in disappointment. But Mary Earps managed to save that and the crowd roared in happiness. With just seconds left on the clock, the opposing team managed to keep their only goal which was kicked in the first half of the game. The English side of the stadium has been in an eerie silence since then. The final whistle blew and the scoreboard displayed the heartbreaking result: Lucy and her team had lost the Women's World Cup.

Your heart sank, your own disappointment mirrored in the tear-filled eyes of Lucy as she sat down on the pitch, Keira Walsh making sure she was okay. You exchanged a worried glance with Jorge, but he gave you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, reminding you of the unwavering support they had for Lucy.

It was time for the ending ceremony. You could see from your seat that Lucy was madly disappointed as she wanted to bring the trophy home. As she stepped on the stage, she could not even shake hands with FIFA's president, understandably you thought so. Lucy's upset glance could be illuminated in the upcoming team's silver medal picture as well. You could feel she was very keen on leaving the pitch and just going to the locker room, getting her stuff and taking the route back to the hotel.

After the ceremony, she took the last chance to take everything in at once, sobbing whilst seated at the team's seating area, being comforted by her Barcelona teammate, Batlle. Obviously, you had no idea what they were discussing but it did not matter. All that mattered at this point was Lucy's well-being and herself. Whilst Lucia was having a conversation with Ona, you were having a little play with one of Jorge's children. You were extremely grateful for having a good relationship with Jorge, his wife and children and they were madly happy that Lucy had found someone like you.

After some minutes, Lucia gave a hug to Ona and made her way to the locker room. The locker room was filled with a palpable mix of frustration and sadness. The sound of sneakers squeaking against the linoleum floor echoed as players moved about, changing out of their uniforms. Lucy slumped onto a bench, her head bowed and her teammates exchanged sombre looks as they passed by. There was no music played as usual. No one was in the mood for it.

You told Jorge that you were going to check Lucy and meet them afterwards in the hotel. You made your way to the players' tunnel, waiting for Lucy to emerge from the locker room. Your heart ached to see Lucy so dejected whilst sitting in her booth and you knew that your girlfriend would be taking the loss hard. When Lucy finally appeared, you rushed forward and enveloped her in a tight hug.

After the hug, you took a deep breath and approached Lucy steadily, crouching down in front of her. You gently lifted Lucy's chin, meeting her gaze with a soft smile. "Hey," you said, your voice warm and comforting.

Lucy managed a faint smile in return, though her eyes still held a hint of lingering disappointment and the colour red from crying. "Hey," she replied softly.

"I know it's tough," you said, brushing a strand of hair away from Lucy's face. "But remember, you've achieved so much to get here. And I'm incredibly proud of you, no matter the outcome."

Lucy's lips quirked up in a half-smile. "I wish I could've brought home the trophy for you, for us, for the nation, for the country."

You leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Lucy's forehead. "You've already won my heart, Lucy. And that's more valuable than any trophy. Your heart is more golden and sparkly than the stupid trophy and medal."

Lucy's eyes glistened with gratitude as she reached out and held your hand. Both of your fingers intertwined, creating a reassuring connection that spoke volumes without words. "Thank you," she whispered. Lucy's teammates rallied around her, offering words of encouragement and support, reminding her that they were a team in both victory and defeat. As the players began to disperse, Lucy stood up and you wrapped your arms around her in a tight embrace.

"We're all here for you, Lucy," you said softly. "No matter what."

Lucy held onto you tightly, her heart warming at the depth of their connection. "I love you," she murmured.

"I love you too, always and forever," you replied, squeezing her gently.

Together, you left the locker room, walking hand in hand, ready to face the world outside. The night air was cool against your skin as you both stepped into the quiet embrace of the evening. The stadium lights cast a soft glow and Lucy looked up at you, her expression filled with gratitude.

As they walked side by side, the bustling energy of the stadium faded into the distance, replaced by the tranquillity of the night. The gentle breeze rustled through the trees next to the stadium, carrying with it a sense of renewal. You could feel the weight of the disappointment lifting from Lucy's shoulders, replaced by a growing sense of peace.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," Lucy said, her voice soft but filled with sincerity.

You smiled sincerely, giving Lucy's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"You don't have to do anything, Lucy. I'm here because I love you and I'll be by your side no matter what."

Lucy's lips curved into a genuine smile, her heart warmed by your unwavering support. "I'm so lucky."

You continued your leisurely walk to the place where the bus was waiting for you all. The stadium lights twinkled in the distance, creating a picturesque backdrop for your quiet moment together. The world around both of you seemed to fade into the background as you focused on each other.

"You know," you said, breaking the silence, "this journey, win or lose, will not bring any drawbacks or anything negative. It's shown me just how strong and resilient you are."

Lucy's gaze held a mixture of emotions—gratitude, determination, and a touch of vulnerability. "I wouldn't have made it this far without you."

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection. "And after all of this defeat and everything else, I wouldn't be who I am today without you. You've taught me about dedication, passion and the importance of enjoying the presence."

Lucy's grip on your hand tightened, a gesture of reassurance and affection. "We're a team, aren't we?"

You nodded, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. "Yes, we are. No matter what life throws our way, we'll face it together."

As you entered the bus, you both took a seat next to each other. Lucia turned to you, her eyes reflecting a sense of wonder and appreciation. "You always know how to make me feel better."

Your smile was filled with genuine affection. "Because I love you, Lucia Roberta. Your victories are my victories, and your losses are my losses. We're in this journey together."

Lucy leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. In that moment, under the gentle embrace of the night and dimmed bus lights, you both felt a profound connection—a bond that transcended the wins and losses, a love that was unbreakable and everlasting.

As the bus started to drive towards the hotel, you had your hands still intertwined, you held Lucy's head on your shoulder, knowing that their journey was far from over. With each challenge you and Lucy faced, you both would continue to find strength in each other's presence and the love between you both would guide you through every twist and turn.

And so, as the night unfolded around the two of you, Lucy and you couldn't wait to get to the hotel, cherishing the moments and the boundless love that had carried both of you through the highs and lows of life, united in unbreakable spirit.

[pitchsidestories]

Loving her is red (Referee's Version) II Lauren Hemp x Reader

mancity women masterlist I word count: 1718

After the draw against Chelsea most of the Manchester City teammates decided to go to their favourite bar and get a little drunk. Especially the two English players who got a red card in the game were on their best way to be a bit more than slightly drunk. The last one who joined them was Leila Ouahabi who got two yellow cards in their first WSL game this season in London, playing against Westham. Slightly worried she looked at the younger forward:” Hempito, how many shots did you already have?” Afterwards she waved at her other teammates with a bright smile on her face: Hola chicas!”

With a teasing smile on her lips Alex explained to the Spanish defender:“ Lauren’s trying to get to 81 because that’s the minute she got her red card.” “Don’t remind me of that, Al!”, the younger blonde whined. The Manchester City captain kept joking:“ I only have to get to 38 shots at least.” “You’re not serious, chicas! That’s loco!” “No shit, Leila. They’re obviously not.”, Chloe Kelly interjected giggling. Red faced Leila apologized: “Sorry, I don’t always get your British sense of humour.” “You’ll get used to it.”, Laura Coombs reassured her with a soft smile. Confidently Ellie Roebuck nodded, while hugging the brunette from behind: “Definitely.”

Meanwhile Alex handed her a couple of full glasses: “Here, those drinks are for you. For getting a red last week.” “Gracias.”, the dark-haired woman mumbled. A bright grin appeared on the blonde’s face: “De nada.”

“Drink!”, Lauren shouted into the Spanish defender’s ear.  A loud laugh escaped her mouth before starting to taste her first drink of the night:“Okay, alright.” “Good!”, the younger forward replied, clearly satisfied.  Her reaction made Leila laugh even harder:” She gets bossy when she drinks.”  “Drink your drink.”

“Hempo. Leave her alone.”, Alex rolled her eyes as she cut through that conversation. “Fine.”, Lauren sighed. To the brunette their skipper said:” Don’t worry, it’s just the red card.” “Is it? Where’s Hempitos girlfriend?”, Leila asked empathetically, instinctively feeling that Lauren could need her love right now after such an awful match with a terrible result for her.

With a sympathetic smile Chloe answered: “Working.” “Still?”, Leila glanced surprised at her teammates. “She called after the game to talk to Hempo and we said we’d go out for a few drinks first.”, Laura added. “Oh okay.” Smiling the older woman tried to put her at ease: “She’ll pick her up later.”

Alex addressed the round of football players excitedly; “More drinks anyone?“ “Yes!“, Lauren nodded violently. “And apart from Hempo?“, the blonde defender laughed. “Me too.“, Filippa Angeldal joined in, while Ellie yelled; “Esme and me too!“ Esme Morgan sat next to their goalkeeper with reddened cheeks; “Exactly.“

While Alex ordered them more drinks, Chloes face darkened; “Guys?“ Khiara Keating, the youngest the group, looked up from her phone; “Huh?“ “Where’s Hempo? Her seat’s empty. Did anyone see her leave?“, the striker asked with her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. Esme turned around in her seat, looking for her team mate; “Lauren? Where are you?“ Leila did the same on the other side of their table, even getting up from her chair; “Hempito?“

As a slight nervousness spread among the football players, Lauren jumped out from under the table with a loud; “Boo!“ The mischievous smile on her face let everyone know that she was incredibly proud of herself. “Don’t scare us like that!“, Alanna Kennedy scolded her, but still shook her head in amusement. Lauren could barely contain her laughter; “You should have seen your faces!“ Annoyed, Chloe rolled her eyes; “That was not funny!“ “Yes, it was.“, Lauren kept giggling.

Several drinks later, Ellie took one look at Lauren slumped down in her chair and announced; “I think it’s time for Hempo to leave.“ Outraged she immediately sat up; “What do you mean?!“ “I’m calling her girlfriend.“, Alex decided. With glassy eyes, Lauren pleaded; “Oh come on. Don’t be boring.“ But she was slurring her words enough to make even Alex who had her fair share of drinks shake her head.

You were only mildly surprise when your girlfriends teammate called. You knew you were supposed to pick Lauren up but you were expecting her to call you herself. “Alex?“ “Hey. I think your girlfriend had enough. Will you come pick her up?“, she explained more loudly than necessary. “Yes, of course. I’ll be there soon.“, you nodded and ended the call. You just came home from work, so you were still in your shoes and jacket. All that was left to do was grab the keys and walk over to the bar.

Luckily the way was not that far, and it did not take you too long to find the celebrating football players in the room. “Hi girls. Come on time to leave Lauren.”, you chirmed. Happy about the fact that the women did not seem to be that sad about the loss anymore. Determined your girlfriend shook her head:”Nooo.” “Do you need help with her?”, Ellie offered in a friendly tone. Politely you replied: “No, I think we’ll be fine.” “Wait.”, Laura interjected, a warm smile on her lips. “What?”, you looked confused at her. Slightly out of breath Chloe explained: “Here. Coombsy made me run across the street to the chip shop to bring you some food you can eat at home.” “Oh, thank you, Chloe. This is really thoughtful of you.”, you told them moved by their gesture.

Smirking Leila observed: “She will need it.” “I think so too.”, you admitted while making sure that Lauren was ready to go and did not left any of her belongings at the bar. Quickly Laura hugged you and her younger teammate who got red carded earlier: “Good night, you two.” “Night, everyone.”, you waved at them.

Amused Chloe shouted: “Good luck getting her home.” “Thanks, I’ll need it.”, you answered laughing before turning to your girlfriend, let’s go love.” “Ugh fine.”, Lauren groaned, obviously not too excited about being one of the earliest to leave the team party.

After some fresh air on the way to your appartement you mumbled relieved:” We’re home.” “Finally. Can’t wait for my bed.”, the blonde yawned. Suddenly she felt the tension which the forward felt all day escaping her body as she was taking the first step into your appartement.

Her physical reaction did not go unnoticed by you:” That game has been a lot, right? Sorry, I couldn’t be there because of work.” “I know that. Actually.. I’m glad you didn’t come. The game was just overall shit.”, Lauren confessed. Still, you felt a little guilty for not coming to the football match: “I could’ve been there for you.”

As you two had been childhood sweethearts long before you had a name for what you two felt for eachother you tried to come to every home game your girlfriend had, and it did not matter the weather. But as you two became young adults sometimes work forbid the tradition you held dearly.

“No, you couldn’t. I was on the pitch.”, the forward reminded you softly.  A sad smile appeared on your face as you kissed her forehead: “You’re right but I can be here for you now.” “It’s cool. Really. Proud of the girls for taking the point home. We could’ve lost 0:5.”, the blond muttered.

“Your team is really incredible.“, you nodded, thinking not only of the game but also of the familiar atmosphere at the bar a few minutes ago. Lauren let herself fall back onto your bed while kicking her shoes off; “They are. I love them.“ “I can tell.“, you replied slightly moved and changed into your Pyjamas.

Your girlfriend watched you from the bed; “Do you know what else I like?“ “Our bed?“, you laughed. Lauren smiled back at you; “That too!“ “And you?“, you prompted her to go on. „Bananas!“, she finally revealed happily. Surprised you paused and raised an eyebrow; “Are you hungry? I could get you one.“ “No, we still have the food the others gave us.“, she reminded you and then seemed to remember what she actually wanted to say; “Did you know that there are over 1.000 types of bananas?“ “Uhm, no. But that’s really interesting.“, you answered politely as you slipped into bed with her.

Excitedly, Lauren nodded; “I know, right?“ “What made you think of bananas?“ Your girlfriend snorted; “They’re yellow. Like the cards I’ve gotten. Doesn’t make sense that yellow plus yellow makes red.“ “No, it does not.“, you agreed, feeling sad for her because that topic was still so present in her mind. “I mean why red? That’s so aggressive.“, she kept going. Carefully, you put a hand in her hair; “You can’t stop thinking about it, huh?“ “No.“, she admitted. Her eyes were wet again and her lower lip trembled.

“Come here.“ You pulled her towards you, gently stroking her face. Laurens tears never came. She just swallowed hard; “It’s stupid, I know. We all know the ref made a lot of bad decisions today. But it still feels like I did something bad.“ “You did nothing wrong, love.“, you assured her. “I still won’t get to play the next few games.“ “I know…“ Sighing, Lauren sat up again; “I want some chips. You too?“ “Yes.“ She got out of bed to go into the kitchen where you put down the food. With the paper bag in hand, your girlfriend wanted to know: “Can we eat in bed?“ “Sure.“ Lauren cozied back up in bed with you and you two ate in silence.

The greasy food seemed to help with the alcohol. “Do you feel better?“, you wanted to know from your girlfriend. Shoving more chips into her mouth, she nodded; “Yes. They’re so good.“ “Agreed.“ “I guess I just needed some food.“, Lauren shrugged, grinning. You quietly laughed; “Seems like it.“ “So good.“, your girlfriend mumbled before laying down and closing your eyes.

You gently cleared the bed from the trash, pulled the blanket over Laurens body and kissed her forehead; “Sleep well, Lauren.“ It was quiet for a while when the football player suddenly said; “Hey?“ “Hm?“, you answered, now sleepy yourself. “Love you.“ A smile appeared on your face because your girlfriend finally sounded content; “I love you too.“

Sorry this is not our best work but we hope you still enjoy this one. 🩵

[clov3sr]

Wholly | j. bellingham

. a/a — I. love. the. idea. of. mean. couples. Like oh my fucking. BRO.

. c/t w(s) — fem!reader, little spicy nothing crazy chill out, very haphazardly proofread so no promises

. ♫ — make me better; Fabolous, Ne-Yo

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 2:22 ─────ㅇ─── 4:13

—— "the right when I'm wrong, so I never slip; show me how to move, that's why I never trip."

𓆩♱𓆪 THE BAR WAS crowded, riddled with drunk patrons attempting to flag down the bartenders. Jude much preferred the solitude of his private section, but from the bar he could watch you tap the pads of your fingers against your exposed thigh, teasingly looking down at him with that sly smirk that he's beyond proud to say came from him. He's used to hearing dire threats of a man's ego mutilating into fatal hubris, but he can't relate it to being your man; There can only be good that stems from knowing he's the only one who gets to inch his hand up your little dress, dragging his teeth across the sensitive skin of your neck. He's the only one who knows how much more overwhelmingly intoxicating your perfume is compared to the drinks he's getting for the two of you. and you're the only one who gets to scratch lightly at the base of his neck and grip his bicep, a warning of your very public location. There's not much else he can say looks as good on you as pure confidence and trust in him.

So much trust that when girls inevitably approach him, he watches as that coy smile widens eagerly, and his eyes don't — can't — leave yours.

He wholly belongs to you.

The hand that slaps his own is rougher than the usual groupies because it's not one. Instead, he glances momentarily to see another man leaning back against the bar counter with him, one who's not even looking at Jude, but straight upwards at you.

"Pretty as hell," is all he leadingly mumbles, and Jude scoffs a bit in annoyance, but it's lost on the former male.

"Yep." He spits in response. Your eyebrows lower slightly in confused amusement. Jude tilts his head up disapprovingly and shakes his head slowly; he adores the silent communication the two of you have developed naturally.

"What're the chances I can bag that?" the anonymous male chuckles, and Jude can feel the thin thread of his patience shearing by the millisecond.

"Zero."

This earns him an entertained grin, and Jude wants to throw his head back in exasperation right then and there. He's heard enough of your stories to know where this is going,

"That a challenge, man?"

It's so infuriating that he can't disprove you when you proclaim that men are trash.

"It was not." His eyes are still on yours, and by the way they degrade in brilliance with every word, you can tell he's not enjoying whatever conversation he's having. Unlike Jude, you find it extremely amusing, covering your mouth as you giggle. His expression is always so telling, and this guy is apparently so dense that he can't tell. That, or it's because the stranger's eyes haven't left you either, so he probably just hasn't seen it yet.

"Dressed like that? All alone in a section? Those types are easy. Just need a bit of attention."

Jude can feel the familiar heat of boiling anger bubble in his chest, but he quells it just barely. He could make his PR team hate their job tonight, but he won't be able to stop himself from rolling his eyes if he has to hear Hendo's fatherly scolding about it. He won't act in the way he desperately wants to, but he does need this guy to shut the hell up immediately.

"She's a woman, not a rescue dog. Watch your fucking mouth."

The man looks over in offense, obviously just now realizing that Jude is not the random bonding type of guy. He shakes his head, as if deciding to let Jude off easy, and pushes himself off the counter. While he begins to strut over to your section, he fixes his posture and pulls his shirt down in an attempt to neaten it.

Just after he takes his leave, the bartender makes it to Jude with a hurried apology, which he assures is unnecessary, and asks for the bottle you both prefer. Two in hand, he's seconds behind the stranger on the way toward you.

"Hello, beautiful."

The prior playfulness that you wore on your face was immediately infected with aversion, your eyes finally leaving Jude to look up at the guy standing over you. Oh, he doesn't know. Shame.

"Hi?" you pull your crossed legs in towards yourself, tilting your body direction anywhere but towards him. He won't get the hint, you've been through too many situations like this to believe he will, but it still makes you feel slightly less revolted regardless.

"You're too hot to be sittin' up here alone, yeah?" He's slurring his words, and you're sure if you were closer you could smell the stench of alcohol and cheap cologne, but the thought of being that close makes you shudder uncomfortably. To your satisfaction, you see Jude emerge with your favorite drink in both hands, and he provokingly sits them on the glass table with a purposeful clink.

"Hmm," your fingertip taps your bottom lip ironically, and for a brief second, you wonder where this side of you came from. There is just something about Jude's conviction that you're his that makes any attempt at you criminally insolent. You'll make sure anybody who tries to get at you or Jude, and everybody around them, know never to try moronic shit like this again, "I am, aren't I?"

Jude frustratingly collapses at your side, practically on top of you, and automatically resumes his position kissing fervidly down your jawline. Occasionally, he'll spend longer on a particular spot, accompanying it with a taunting squeeze of his large hand around your smooth thigh, even as it inches farther up by the second. He's still aware enough, however, to allow you to lean forward a little and grab the neck of your bottle and your glass. He smiles for the first time since this altercation when he hears your breath hitch in pleasure, legs tensing slightly in seek of friction.

As you somehow manage to pour the drink into your glass without spilling it, your eyes dart back up coldly to the man who's still standing there like a deer in headlights. You almost feel bad, but Jude's fingers begin digging into your thigh again, and any mercy you had is stripped away instantaneously. Maybe he's a bad influence in this way, but it's a thrill you wouldn't give up for anything. Your eyebrows furrow in judgment, your nose scrunching up just to seal the look of pure disgust.

Jude's hand leaves your thigh, and you sigh disappointingly at the loss of warmth and pressure. The displeasure is soon sidelined, though, when that hand flicks twice towards the man, a blatant fuck you, shoo, and then returns to rubbing up and down your side. It's like Jude knows just how to spur you on, how to weed out that twinge of evil that you're sure originates from your mother's side. Right now, you decide you want to reward him for giving you that spirit, reciprocally assure him you wholly belong to him, and it's that conviction that laces your spitting tongue with a ruinous venom,

"Why're you still here, freak?"

. a/pn(s) — Mean. Couples. ahehehaha.

[mountsmason]

Conflicting Emotions; Part 1

summary: it was the world cup quarter-finals, with your national team England playing against France. so it was less than ideal to have a French boyfriend, as it would leave one of you completely dejected.

pairing: any French player x reader, slightly mason mount x reader

a/n: needed some angst in my life so I wrote this :))

The final whistle blew, signalling the match was over. A sudden heaviness overcame your body as you inhaled a shallow breath.

England lost the quarter-finals against France.

The atmosphere divided into two, with half the stadium erupting in sheer euphoria while the other half fell silent. Utter devastation spread amongst England supporters, as this was the outcome we were all dreading. You heard your heart shatter at the sight of your national team collapsing on the ground in anguish, trying to console themselves after having lost their chance at winning the World Cup.

You truly believed the England team gave it everything, so you were inexplicably proud of what they had achieved. All you wanted to do in that moment was hug each of them and reassure them that they played incredibly well with so much determination and passion. You glanced around the stadium, your eyes landing on your ex-boyfriend Mason, who had his face buried in his hands as the French team celebrated behind him.

Seeing Mason vulnerable like that reluctantly revived the memories of the Euros final— the same pain and heartbreak. You remember how Mason was inconsolable for days after the loss, taking a while to come to terms with how close they were to winning the final, but you were there to constantly reassure him. Despite it being a difficult time, Mason made sure you knew how much he appreciated you being there for him. A few months later, you two mutually agreed to break up and still remain good friends.

In an attempt to drown out the noise and memories, you squeezed your eyes shut while a stream of uncontrollable tears rolled down your face. Everyone’s hopes and dreams for England winning this year’s World Cup ended the second the whistle was blown. The noise didn't seem to quiet down, so you lifted your heavy eyelids, to see the French players sprinting chaotically around the pitch in a frenzy of celebration while the England players were consoling each other.

Your gaze drifted between different players, and that’s when you saw him. Your boyfriend had that perfect, irresistible grin tugging at his lips as he embraced his team; a sense of guilt washed over you. He is through to the semi-finals, so as his girlfriend, you should be ecstatic for him, yet here you are completely heartbroken at the result. Dare you say, you feel a slight resentment toward his national team. It's not fair on him, and you're well aware of it. He’s worked equally as hard as the England team to get to this stage, so you should be proud of him.

At that sudden realisation, you wiped away your tears with your sleeves before he noticed you. But it was already too late; he had seen your tear-stained cheeks, and his smile immediately faded from his face as his expression softened with worry. Under your breath, you muttered “shit,” knowing that you had ruined this moment for him.

Giving him a small smile, you pointed in the direction of the French team, telling him to enjoy himself and celebrate. He didn’t move. His gaze remained fixed on you as his brows furrowed, trying to study your expression. You gave him a more genuine smile and mouthed “go,” tilting your head towards where his team was. He slowly shuffled backwards in uncertainty, a small laugh escaping you, as he was still staring at you to see if you really were okay with it. And you were; at the end of the day, you loved to see him succeed, even if that meant winning against your own team.

The England players didn’t waste any more time on the pitch as they came into the stands, where their families and friends were waiting for them. You were also sitting here with Sasha, as you became close friends with her when you were dating Mason. While you were talking about the match with her, you saw some players trying to put on a brave face as they managed a faltering smile before completely breaking down when being comforted by their family and friends.

Mason dragged his feet up the stairs to meet his family, who were seated in the row in front of you. For a split second, your eyes met his red and puffy ones, and you knew he was in a worse state now compared to the Euros final. You watched him melt into his mum’s arms as she hugged him tightly, while his family members all took turns reassuring him and reminding him that he's done the nation proud, regardless of the result. Shortly after, Jack made his way upstairs, instantly looking for comfort in Sasha’s arms.

Mason stood on the stairs when he was finished talking to his family. He was covering his face with one hand, and rubbing his eyes while his back rested on the handrail. You took this opportunity to talk to him.

“Hey, how are you holding up?” You spoke gently with a reassuring smile as Mason moved his hand away from his face.

“Not too bad,” he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

“Really Mason? You’re forgetting I can tell when you’re lying,” you tilt your head in the direction he was staring, trying to get him to look at you.

“I’m okay,” his voice was frail and quiet as he continued to avoid your gaze. Mason’s eyes were glossy as he fought back tears, his bottom lip trembling ever so slightly.

"Just come here," you reach up to wrap your arms around the back of Mason's neck, pulling him in for a hug. That’s when he gave up his pretence of being fine, as he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist to hold you close. He buried his head in your shoulder, letting out a muffled sob that only you could have heard. The sound of Mason breaking down was enough to flood your eyes with tears, so you had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from turning into a sobbing mess.

As your attention was fixed on Mason, you didn't notice your boyfriend watching the two of you. He was aware of your history, and because of that, he didn't know how to feel. From one perspective, he understands how a huge loss can be so devastating, so Mason will need everyone there for him, even if that includes you. But on the other hand, he can't help but feel a little jealous considering Mason was your first love and everyone knows you don’t forget them. So he was torn in that moment, the same way you were about England losing and France winning. But before his mind can conjure up the worst, his friend drags him back into the group celebration.

“You did great, all of you; you should be so proud of yourself,” Mason simply hummed in response, taking in rapid and shallow breaths as you felt your shirt dampen with his tears.

"You've given us so many amazing memories to look back on in the future. It wasn't meant to be this time, but there's another World Cup just around the corner," you reassured him, not knowing whether your words would make a difference to how Mason is feeling right now.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, because you've done us proud, you've done me proud," you felt Mason's breathing become more even against your skin.

The two of you stayed like that, with no-one interrupting you. Mason had forgotten how safe he felt in your arms, the way it silenced everything around him, and suddenly everything became more bearable. A few minutes passed before Mason lifted his head to look you in the eyes.

"How do you do it?" Mason asked, searching your eyes for the answer.

"Do what?" Your voice was barely a whisper as you brushed away the tears from his face.

"You always know exactly what to say to make me feel better," 

“It’s not difficult when I’m being honest,” you shrugged your shoulders, giving him a smile he found impossible not to return.

"Thank you, it means a lot to me that you are here," you pulled away from the hug as his grip on your waist loosened.

“You don’t have to thank me; I’m just doing what any good friend would do,” you replied, as your gaze wandered around the stadium, watching some fans begin to leave. Mason winced at this; for those few minutes, he forgot that you two were not together anymore.

"Yeah, friends," his voice was monotonous as he looks onto pitch to see your boyfriend still celebrating. You were about to say goodbye, but Mason had something else on his mind.

"Why are you with him?" His question caught you off-guard, an icy contempt flashing in his eyes.

"Mason—" you began before being interrupted.

"No, seriously, why are you actually with him? Do you guys even have anything in common? Surely you can do better than that," he narrowed his darkened eyes as they burned into the back of your boyfriend’s head in envy.

"That is my boyfriend you're talking about, and you don't know the first thing about our relationship. I’ll let your comments slide just this once because I know your emotions are running high, but next time I won't hold back," you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief as you grabbed your handbag and explained to Sasha that you would call her later.

"Y/N, I'm sorry!" Mason called out as you walked up the stairs and out of the stadium.

➪ read part two here

[blueaetherr]

can you write something like this https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMFDdKWHW/ with jude?

thank youu 💕

why wouldn't i?

pairing: jude bellingham x gn!reader [they/them]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where they pull the salt prank on jude

author's note: i would highly suggest watching the tik tok above, kinda(ish) gives context to the direction i took with this fic. enjoy, anon!

If there was one thing to learn about Jude, it was that he was kind, specifically a kind soul. He was careless yet careful and delicate. That, and everything else, was what many others loved about him; that was all that he was. On his good days, on his bad days, on those days where he wasn't provoked by any particular mood, he always came through to be kind—a gem—or simply, someone you wanted to be around if you weren't already.

It wasn't an aim, and it wasn't something that he tried to achieve or reach. That was just Jude, simply put; being kind—someone who would offer you a smile as he passed you, someone who would put others' needs before his own, someone whose hugs were calming and whole—was innate, uniquely something of Jude.

And this, by Jude, was projected to everyone around him. To his family, his friends, his partner, Y/N. From offering a hand when they reached the final step of the stairs to those compliments galore, and his ability to prioritise their peace of mind. His kindness, his pure heart, his personality, it could all stretch beyond wonders to reach Y/N.

But sometimes, or maybe more times than enough, did it go a bit too far or not far enough. For the soft soul he had, his kindness to his Y/N blinded him from potentially saying what needed to be said.

Y/N was setting up their phone when they heard the front door open. "Honey, I'm home!" Y/N laughed at the greeting, one that always remained sweet and adoring in their eyes. It also made them feel bad for the joke they were going to pull on Jude.

"I'm in here!" They called out, covering the spoon of salt with the pasta sauce.

Soon in came Jude, quickly coming by his partner's side and placing on kiss on the side of their head. Pulling away, he soon took notice of all the food in motion. "Oh my, God. You're making my favourite?" His face was beaming beyond one's usual timid happiness. He loved their cooking. It wasn't anything too simple or grand yet in his eyes, everything they made was some culinary excellence, tasting homemade. He couldn't deny any of their meals if he tried. And even if the meals were all too simple, he would remain believing that they were all too amazing.

"Thought you'd like some after training." Y/N shrugged with a small tug on their lips. Appearing somewhat nonchalant was the aim.

"You're amazing for this," he kissed their cheek once and then again, the second one lingering for a moment or two. "Thank you, love."

"It's just a little something. Speaking of," they mentioned as Jude wandered away to get a drink. Motioning to the pasta, they asked, "can you try this for me? I don't know if I put enough salt in it."

He nodded after closing the fridge and taking a drink of water. "Yeah, sure." Jude was always one to volunteer to do taste tests for Y/N before the meal was ready, wanting to make sure everything was all good for everyone else to eat.

"A'ight but careful," they warned as they held out the spoon with the pasta sauce on it. "It might be a bit hot." Chuckling softly as Jude blow on the spoon, they fed him the sauce.

Taking in a small breath, ready to sigh in relief and pure satisfaction, Jude's face quickly contorted. Initially, his facial expression expressed happiness that was wide and modest. But after the sauce rested in his mouth for far longer than it needed to, his face slowly deteriorated as it dropped a bit. He covered his mouth with his fist as he cleared his throat, patting his chest. And yet on his face still remained a smile, one that appeared to be struggling and hurting. But a smile nonetheless; that was his intent anyways.

"So what do you think? Too little, too much?" Besides his facial expressions, they already knew that he wasn't feeling the food, not one bit. There was no oh that's really, really good! What did you put in it this time? There was also no I think I need to try it again just to make sure. His face remained so discombobulated and stressed that they had to contain themself from ruining the fun they were having.

Despite clearly not liking the sauce, despite the awful aftertaste left in his mouth, with his smile—gorgeous and kindly divine—he nodded and spoke, quicker than intended, "Yeah, yeah. It's all good."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, totally. Why wouldn't I?" Jude nodded, and this time with more conviction. If he was able to convince his partner to settle with his opinion, maybe he could then believe his own words. "It's great, like, really good. I mean—" He took another long sip of water; the aftertaste was far too strong and awful. "—maybe I would put a bit less salt in it. But other than that," he shrugged as his smile returned to his features. That struggle and hurt from before had faded for the most part. "it was great, loved it, really."

"And you're sure about that?"

Jude noticed a smirk slowly settling across their lips, making his smile falter a bit. "Of course! Why wouldn't I—" His mouth fell open when he noticed the phone hidden by the knife rack. "No way! Why though?" He complained as he playfully shoved his partner who was in a small fit of laughter. The fact that he soon noticed the salt on the kitchen island behind them also didn't sit well with him, like he allowed himself to get played.

"It's just a bit of fun!" Calming down, sometime later or sooner, Y/N exhaled deeply as they got out their final laughs. "Why did you lie about that?"

"I feel like I have no room to judge your cooking skills with the ones I have," Jude admitted. He didn't cook or bake for them on the regular like Y/N did for him. If it wasn't them cooking or baking in the house, it was his mom, or their mom, or their sisters—honestly, anyone but him, even takeout beat him to it. It wasn't that he didn't try or that he was incapable in the kitchen. It was just for the best if he wasn't the one cooking. If there were other options than Jude then it would be for the better for everyone.

"Still though," they sighed, nudging him, "One day, which I hope never comes, I could accidentally do something wrong and you might just accept it."

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, causing Y/N to laugh and Jude soon followed suit. And that was his denial voicing itself. They were right, and their friends were right; Jude was far too kind to criticise Y/N in any way, so much that he would accept their harmless mistakes without complaint. He wandered around the kitchen, aimlessly, "So if it actually doesn't taste like that, you think I could," shyly, Jude pointed to the pasta casserole, "you know?"

They couldn't help but roll their eyes, letting out a scoff. The appetite was still there and probably would remain for time to come. "Sure, why not?"

Offering him a small spoon of pasta sauce, making sure that it wasn't too hot, Y/N fed him the food. And there it all was, so clear and outstanding. His face grew with stunning delight, his eyes grew large with satisfaction as he dropped his head back, humming low. And there it was, that darling, darling smile of his, all at the cause of a sauce that Jude, personally, believed was cooked to perfection.

"You think I could try more of that?"

"Get changed, then we'll talk."

part 2

[mchlgayser]

↪ just the way you are, jude bellingham

𖤐 résumé: you came across jude's old interview about his ideal types in women that makes you self-cautious

𖤐 genre: angst, fluff ending

𖤐 warning: mentions of depressing thoughts || NOT COMFORTABLE DNI

𖤐 author's notes: this is my first time writing for him, dk how it would turns out but hopefully good skhsksj

Laying on the couch, your attention fixated on the television as the movie you played began commencing. You had a bag of chips in your hand as a snack and a can of soda on the coffee table in front of you.

Halfway through the movie, a notification on your phone started chiming repeatedly. You groaned in annoyance pausing on the movie and grabbing your phone swiping it open and checking the message. It was from your friend, she was texting about something in caps lock and a link from tiktok. You press on the link and it loads a video of your boyfriend's old interview. A fan had edited the video as Jude talking about his ideal types. You knew you are in no position to be upset right now, especially since this interview was held way before you were both in a relationship but you can't help but be self-cautious.

The ideal types he was talking about don't seem like you at all. At least not in your view, the girl he was talking about seems PERFECT! In any way possible, she was flawless but are you even anywhere near that? All of this suddenly make you rethink why would Jude ever be in a relationship with you. What is it that he sees in you that possibly makes him fall in love with you?

You were so in thought that you almost didn't notice the front door open and Jude entered the house 'Babe I'm home!' The phone is almost out of your grip out of surprise 'Oh hey babe...' He smiles dropping the duffel bag on the floor and going to hug you 'I missed you so much.' You managed to chuckle, bothered by his word 'Missed you too.' He noticed your quiet demeanor but didn't question it breaking the hug from you and giving you a chaste peck on the forehead 'Oh you were watching this movie? Why didn't you wait for me?' He pouts and once again making you chuckle 'We can watch it again if you want? I'm only half way through?' He hums 'You sure?' You nodded at him

He wanted to kiss you again but you pushed him off 'You should go and take a shower first' He was so taken aback by your behavior especially since you never like this 'Go, Jude...' He shrugs off the thought once again and went to take a shower after a long day of practicing

-

Jude had just finished showering, he come out of the room with a small towel draped over his shoulder 'Hey.' You smile at him and pet the seat next to you. It was silence for a minute or two and none of you exchange words with each other 'Should I play the movie?' You look at him with a confused face 'What? Oh...Yeah sure.' He grabs the controller and starts playing the movie.

Jude was getting comfortable on the couch watching you wasn't in your best mood, your eyes wasn't even on the television instead you were spacing out your eyes boring into the floor

He wanted to pet your back but you flinched suddenly getting up 'I need to use the toilet. Watch it first if you want' You went past him to the bathroom and lock the door

'Y/n?' He called for you, knocking on the door 'Are you sure you alright? Are you feeling sick? What's wrong?' He didn't get anything from and he continue to aggressively knock on the door 'Just leave me alone please!' You stammered breath turning shaky 'I'm not leaving until you open this door and tell me what's wrong'

You, yourself don't know what's wrong. What is it that is wrong with you that you acted like this 'Please open this door, please...' You took a deep breath slowly turning the doorknob

Your head was glued to the ground when Jude brought you to his arms, you sigh clutching onto his shirt 'Are you feeling okay? What's wrong?' Jude knew something was up, you usually won't act like this unless you are on your red days but your safe days had just ended a few days ago

He brought you to your shared bedroom and sat you down at the edge 'Come on, tell me.' You bit your lip, unsure whether this is a matter which you need to tell him or are you just being exaggerated '...I don't know...'

'What-' You cut him off 'I don't know Jude, I don't... I don't know why I even acted like this...I guess I'm just be unreasonable..'

He kneeled in between your leg forcing his eyes on you 'Just tell me, I want to know what upset you.'

'That's the problem. I'm not even upset, it's just... Before you got home, my friend sent me this video on tiktok...' You took another deep breath '..It's a video of your old interview and..you were talking about the kind of girl you wants as your girlfriend. I think I get a little- No I got insecure with myself and you know I'm just thinking what is it that I had in me that makes you stay here with me, taking care of me and stuff like do I deserve it? That's all. I guess I couldn't help but feel insecure about it.' You smile at him taking his hand in yours

'It's nothing.' He sighs bringing you to him and hugging your structure close to him 'What I want is simply someone who doesn't exist but who I need is here right here with me. I don't want you to become someone who I want but don't need. You are who I want and will always need. Let it be if I have to deal with hundreds, millions of your flaws. As long as you are you then I will forever be with you. You are beautiful in your way, your body may not be perfect to you but it is to me. You are perfect, flawless just the way you are. I adore you, cherish you, and love you so much for that.'

He places a gentle kiss on your knuckle caressing it after 'Now why don't we continue to watch the movie?'

[chelscait]

hey my favourite person ever!!!

i’ve put my thinking hat on just for you so can we pleaseeeee have some aggie fluff!! i’m talking like proper tooth rotting fluff, late night after a game with a super clingy and tired aggie 💞💞💞💞

pretty please with a cherry on top xxxx

the debut for the pretty blonde girl. | Aggie Beever-Jones

You watched on with delight as Aggie was told the words she had been hoping to hear for so long from Emma- to finally play for the club she loved.

She turned to you with a sheer look of disbelief, yourself chuckling as you sipped at the drink bottle in your hand after having just been subbed off. Reaching an arm out around her shoulders to pull her into you, you gave her a little shake for her to snap back out of it, as she had looked like she had seen a ghost.

"Babe, stop dribbling and get a move on. When Emma says it's time, it's time." You raised your eyebrows as you nodded to your manager, right before she turned around to check on Aggie, who was messily pulling up her socks.

After she had done so, she stood up hesitantly, and you reached forward to grab her hand, giving her three squeezes for good luck before tugging her arm down to look at you as you mouthed the three words also.

The heat rose to her cheeks as she kept ahold of your hand, eyes baring into yours as she waited, only once being cut off when the trainers called her name once more. Her hand slipped from yours, and she didn't look back, head forward, to be able to do the job as best as she could- to prove herself.

And that she did.

Once the final whistle blew, you bounded down the few steps leading down to the pitch before twisting your way through your teammates with a bunch of 'well dones', and finding your blonde baller.

"I'm so proud of you, my love!" Your frame reached up to wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her down to your own level as you rocked her side to side. The smile on your face is just as enthusiastic as hers.

She mumbled something as you pulled away, the blush accumulating on her face as she cursed her pale skin for letting her down. Your reaction overwhelmed her senses.

"You played so well. So, so proud, my blue." You continued to praise her to wind her up, tugging at her top as you bit your lip before pulling yourself in to her side.

She didn't speak much after the team had entered the changing room, but you could tell that it wasn't in a bad way- you felt she was too overwhelmed to even conjure up the words to express herself.

Her eyes glimpsed over to you next to her at any chance while you were getting changed, but they didn't wander; they just kept planted on your face while you both spoke between gazes.

She took your hand eagerly once you were both ready to go, leading you out the kingsmeadow doors and towards your car, where she let your touch go for a second before reaching for it once more once inside.

"You okay?" She nodded before leaning her head back on the seat, eyes full of love as you stared at one another- before hers crinkled as she yawned.

"Tired?" You giggled as she responded with, yet again, the same action, telling you her answer.

"Let's get you home then, hey?" You stated before that you pressed your lips to your conjoined hands and removed them from each other to start the car, though Aggie rejoined them once you had it free again.

No words were spoken to the lead-up of you opening your front door and entering your homely flat; you were both squeezed against each other as you took your shoes and coats off- body parts brushing against each other with only loose laughs echoing in the hall.

Once you had hung up your coat, as well as Aggie's, as she had dumped it on the floor, you tried to turn to walk further into the home but were disrupted by a pair of arms picking you up by the waist.

You squealed as she hoisted your body up into the air before adjusting to bring you into a bridal carry, pretending to drop you as she did so, making you wrap your arms as tight as possible around her neck.

She giggled as you buried your face into her neck, the blush rising to your cheeks as you scoped out the situation. She carried you with ease to your shared bedroom before chucking you onto the mattress.

"Aggie!" You half scolded and laughed as she followed to jump on top of you; her face was so close to yours that your lips brushed against hers, eyes drifting all over her face as you lifted your legs to wrap around her waist.

She attached her lips to yours gently, and you selfishly pulled her in for more, wanting to go further before she pulled away with a satisfied smile to your longing pout, pressing one more kiss to your lips before collapsing to bury her head in your neck.

Her whole body weight lay on top of you, but you didn't dare move, wrapping your arms around her to pull her in closer. You laid together for what felt like hours in pure silence, only communicating with your gazes. You could tell she was trying to keep herself awake for you, but she found your fingers brushing her hair back from her face too teasing.

It was only when your touch left that she sobered up a bit, her head being rudely dumped onto the mattress as you sat up.

"Stay." She moaned with a hoarse voice, and a few shouts and screams on the pitch finally caught up with her. She reached out to you, and her fingers twisted in the training gear you were both still adorned in. You lost your balance as she tugged and fell back into her stomach, which Aggie made the most of by trapping you back into her hold.

"Lovely, I need to start dinner; otherwise, we'll starve in the night."

"No."

"Yes."

She smirked as her mind's haziness couldn't help but drift off. "No, I have other ideas." She looked down at your lips and tugged you upwards. "And we won't starve just as much after that either."

You laughed at her audacity, slapping her on the shoulder, and she reacted with a moan. "We both know you'll fall asleep before we even get there. Or moan that your wrist is aching."

"Hey, that's never happened before." She whined, shuffling herself down into the pillow as much as she could. You raised an eyebrow jokingly as you recounted the time that happened. You were both drunk and extremely sloppy, and to count, it was nearing 6 a.m., so you weren't that annoyed at her. How could you be?

"You're so cute. I'll always choose you over an orgasm baby."

"Good to know; I hope you would." She scoffed, though the smile crept back on her face as you tried not to laugh. "Why don't we talk about when-"

"Okay!"

"See, it's not very nice to poke fun at other people's misfortune, is it?" Her eyebrow rose as she pushed herself up, coming face-to-face with you.

"Well, it was more.. my misfortune, but I get what you mean, baby."

[hamiltonaf]

Party Aftermath | Mason Mount

Pairing: Mason Mount x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warning: Angst but more fluff

A/N: Slowly trying to get into writing more for football players - been writing for F1 drivers for quite a long time, so I have a nice balance between the 2 now. Hope you guys enjoy and do let me know your thoughts .xx

The first stop of the summer break was Ibiza. All of his mates were onboard with the idea of going to Ibiza first, some of their girlfriends even tagged along. The first few days I was more than happy to enjoy letting loose and partying with Mason and his friends, I actually deserved it for all the sacrifices I made for my studies during the year.

By the 3rd day of partying I just didn't have it in me...I would much prefer chilling at the beach, but right now that wasn't on the agenda until everyone is burned out. Tonight happens to be even bigger than the previous ones because Martin Garrix is performing. As exciting as it sounds, I was mentally and physically exhausted from being on my feet 24/7, sleep deprivation and dehydration.

With everyone's sleeping pattern being off, we happened to wake up in the evening. I guess it works in everyone else’s favour because that means to get ready to go for the next party. Luckily Mason and I had a room to ourselves, and weren’t sharing a villa so it was nice and peaceful when I got up before him. I had a nice soothing shower and got comfy in a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt. I sat crisscrossed on the lounge couch and browsed through my laptop for something to binge.

"Good morninggg" he greeted as he walked out of the room in a pair of denim shorts and a towel around his neck. "Oh good morning ! Slept well ?" I asked as I turned to look at him. "Like a baby" he laughed. "I could tell" I added and laughed back. "Aren't you coming tonight ?" He asked as he sat next to me on the couch and peeked at my laptop screen. He could tell that something is up.

"Yeahh...Uhm, I don't think I'm gonna go out tonight" I said hesitantly. "Why what's wrong ?" He asked concerned as he placed his head on my shoulder, already dampening my shirt with his wet hair. "Nothing just..I'm really drained and don't have the energy to go out again tonight" I pouted. "Okay then, suits you" he said casually and got up to walk back to the room. Is he annoyed ? "What do you mean by that ?" I asked, more specifically at the tone he said it and followed him into the room. "You came to Ibiza of all places to 'relax', a bit of a party pooper don’t you think ?" he mocked. Is he being serious right now ?

"Am I hearing correctly that you're mocking me for being burned out and I'm not allowed to recover ?" I raised a brow as I crossed my arms over my chest. "You’re not the only one that’s burned out, look at the rest of us, we’re just dealing with it." he said as he sat at the edge of the bed and leaned back. "Mason, you already know that it's not in my nature to go out partying. This is all new to me and I'm not used to this life" I reasoned. "Yeah well I'm not forcing you either, it's just that the boys and their girlfriends will be there. I'm going to look a bit dumb if my girlfriend isn't there so.." he shrugged. Oh my days.

“Are you being serious right now ? Since when do you care what other people think ? And how can you even compare me to other peoples girlfriends ? I- I'm so done with this conversation, it's like I'm talking to a wall right now…You're totally ignoring where I'm coming from. Enjoy your stupid party" I said with a fake smile before making my way back to the lounge. "(Y/N) !" he yelled for me but I chose to ignore him.

After some time it was slowly getting darker by the minute as the sun was setting. Mason finally stepped foot out of the room fully dressed, he threw on a black t-shirt and sneakers to pair with his denim shorts. I started watching a new series and was so engrossed in it that I purposely didn't see Mason standing in front of me. It was much longer than he would've liked for me to be caught by his attention but oh well. He cleared his throat as an indication for me to look at him. Me being petty, I continued watching my series. "I'm leaving. If you need anything then message Dec, he'll be sober tonight" he said softly. After no reply back from me, he rolled his eyes. “Did you even hear a word that I just said ?” He asked annoyed. I shut my laptop and looked at him “No Mason, I’m totally ignoring every word you said like you did to me earlier.” He remained silent for about a minute before shaking his head and making his way out.

As much as I tried to push the thought of Mason away, I didn’t succeed. I wasn’t even paying attention the the series at this point. Out of curiosity I went onto Instagram and the first story that popped up was Declan’s. It was a video of Mason taking shots, how lovely that I will have to deal with him when he’s drunk and hungover. It low-key hurt to watch the video, it just showed that he really didn’t care. I sighed and looked at the time, it was already 11:30pm and I felt so stiff from sitting down for so many hours. My eyes were feeling heavy and at this point I couldn’t be bothered to walk to the bedroom so I passed out on the couch.

Sound asleep until 2:15 am, there was a loud banging on our door. What a rude awakening. I hurried to the door to see Declan trying his best to hold up Mason with one arm whilst he was half knocked out. "I believe this is yours" he half laughed. "You woke me up from my deep sleep for a drunk Mason ?" I said annoyed. "I didn't have much of a choice, he wouldn’t stop asking where you were. Besides...he's not even that drunk" he stifled. "You're saying that and he's literally passed out" I raised a brow. "He's honestly exhausted from dancing and screaming. He had about like 3 shots" he said as he was starting to struggle holding him up. "You sure there wasn’t more after that instagram story of yours cut off ?" I stifled a laugh. "Oh I'm sure, I was with him the whole time. Now can you take him, I'm dying here" he said as Mason was almost about to fall.

"You want me to get a bottle of water to wake him up ? I’ll casually just chuck it at his face" I suggested. "You're honestly crazy" he said as he shook his head and laughed. "Oii, wake up. Here's (Y/N)" he tapped his face. He slowly gained consciousness and fluttered his eyes to look at me. "Wow you're pretty" Mason said in awe as he looked at me and stumbled to walk inside. "I'll take my leave. Good luck and let me know if you need anything !" Declan yelled as he was leaving. "Sure. Thanks for babysitting Dec !" I yelled and shut the door. I turned around to see Mason almost lose his balance and fall. "Room. Now" I said as I pointed to the open room door for him. He looked at me like a lost puppy for a second, with a pout he stumbled his way to the room. He looked like a toddler.

I grabbed a bottle of water and a pain killer before making my way to the room. He sat at the edge of the bed waiting eagerly for me. "Take this and drink the whole bottle" I said as I handed him the water and tablet. He looked confused for a second but obliged. After he was done, I threw away the empty bottle and thought it's time he should just sleep. I started by pulling at his t-shirt but he quickly pushed my hands away. What the hell. "Hey you're pretty and all but I have a girlfriend !" He said in disgust. I covered my hand over my mouth to hide my laugh. "Mason, I am your girlfriend" I said as I pressed my lips together. "Ohh. How did I get so lucky ?" He said as he stared at me whilst I continued to remove his t-shirt. I couldn't help but smile to myself. “I love seeing you smile” he said softly when I took off his t-shirt and folded it aside. He’s such a softie when he’s drunk.

He kicked off his shoes and got under the covers. Me being a neat freak, I placed his shoes aside with the others and turned around to find him sleeping. Just as I was about to go to the lounge to tidy up the place and switch the lights off, Mason called for me. "(Y/N) ! Come to bed" he whined.

Well so much for thinking he's sleeping. I quickly tidied up and yet again he called my name. Once I got under the covers, my back faced him when suddenly his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer towards him. "I'm sorry for earlier. I feel that I don't see you as much because you're studying so I just want to make every moment we have together count. I was selfish" he muffled softly against my neck. After a moment of silence he whined, “Babe” before I turned around in his grip to face him. "It's okay, likewise I want to spend as much time with you as possible. Just know that some days we can stay in and still have fun. We don't always have to go out" I softly said back.

[swayziiwriter]

Tension | Jude Bellingham

summary: clubbing with friends turns into a sex session with your longtime crush Jude when the sexual tension bubbles over on the dance floor.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

Jude's eyes burned holes into your back as you continued to search for your house key lost somewhere in your purse.

You didn't know exactly how you got yourself in this situation, it was all so innocent. Jude's small comments towards your look of the night. Your feelings for him evident to everyone but him, the tension he created in your stomach with every accidental touch of your hand. He was driving you close to insanity, what you didn't know was that you were doing the exact same.

It only took a few more rounds of drinks until your confidence was suddenly boosted. Taking Jude onto the dance floor after much convincing was only the beginning.

The songs that played all around the club had you pressed against him, eager to feel the touch of a man who wasn't even yours.

The air felt thick with sexual tension, as Jude's hands slid up your body placed securely around your waist as your hips moved against his. Grinding into him as your head laid back against his chest, the last thing you can remember clearly was the faint kiss Jude left on your neck.

That pushed you over the edge, sending you and Jude both running from the group of your friends back to your apartment.

You finally unlocked the door, taking about 3 steps inside before you were harshly pushed up against the door as Jude slammed it shut.

You let a breath you didn't know you were holding as Jude inched closer to your face, lips inches apart before you closed the gap between your mouths. The kiss was heated and needy, months deprived of each other as you were both in denial about your feelings for one another.

"Bedroom" you managed to breathe out in between your sloppy kisses to Jude's neck. He simply nodded in return, taking his hand into yours as you guided him into your bedroom.

Jude walked into the room first making sure to rid himself of his shirt as soon as he entered. He let you walk to the end of your bed before he walked in front of you.

Towering over your figure as he looked into your eyes, his eyes dark with lust as you raised your cold hands up and down his toned chest.

Tracing his V line before he stopped the movement of your hands to make you look up at him.

"I think it's time to get you out of these clothes" Jude said lowly, bring his hands to the back of your tight black dress, tracing his hands across the zipper. You nodded leaving a long kiss against his soft lips.

His hands reached behind your back, unzipping your dress as you helped him guide it off your body. It felt as if your body had erupted into flames as he let his hands roam all over your now exposed back as you stepped out of your dress. Exposed almost fully to him as your panties and bra remained. Letting Jude's mind run wild at the thought of being able to touch you where you wanted him most.

"My turn" you spoke out reaching your hands to his belt, toying with the leather before pulling it apart helping Jude step out his pants.

Jude wasted no time, connecting his lips to yours once again in a fiery kiss. He walked you back into your bed as you fell slowly against it, laid down on the silky white sheets as Jude stood tall above you. Jude quickly followed your actions, climbing into the bed hovering over your body.

Your body shuddered as Jude moved his hands across your breasts, taking them in as you leaned forward taking in his lips, missing the feeling already. "I want to take you now" Jude said pulling away from your heated kiss, you raised your hand behind his neck attaching your lips to his neck, biting softly at the flesh. Marking him as yours.

"Take me Jude, all of me" you breathed out needing to feel him closer, as if what you had wasn't enough.

Jude reached his hands behind your back, unclasping the strap of your bra. You sighed as Jude's hands ghosted against your breasts as he slid your bra off your body, tossing it somewhere in the room. Jude leaned down towards your core, bringing his face to your panties leaving you breathless.

Your breathing continued to increase as Jude left kisses over your clothed core. "Stop teasing please" you begged out, Jude let out a light laugh at your eagerness.

Jude brought his teeth up to the top of your panties, ripping them down with his teeth in a swift motion.

Leaving kisses down your thighs as he continued to rid you of your panties as you brought your hands to his hair, pulling at his locks lightly.

Jude reached down to his boxers, pulling them down in a quick motion his hard cock finally being released from the tight tent in his underwear. You didn't miss the wet patch on his underwear as he did the same with it as your bra.

His cock sprung up tall against his abdomen, your mouth opened slightly at the sight of his excitement. Your thoughts

wandering to how it would feel to be wrapped around his large erection.

You reached your hand down to his cock, spreading the pre cum around his tip. Prompting small moans escape Jude's mouth, as he mumbled a light string of curse words. You reached your hand across your bed to your night stand, pulling open the drawer to get a condom.

You opened the wrapper with your teeth letting Jude watch your every move as you did, blood rushing to his cock that was now itching to be inside of you. Jude then took the condom into his hands rolling it onto his dick as he lined up with your aching core.

Jude ran his cock up and down your entrance teasing you beyond belief as your insides burned with anticipation. "Jude please" you whined out, "please what y/n" he mocked clearly enjoying how needy you were becoming. "Say it" he continued, "please fuck me Jude" you replied back leaning your head into the soft pillows behind you.

"Good girl" Jude said before harshly thrusting into your right core, leaving no time for you to adjust as he started to build up his pace right away. Leaving you a moaning mess under him.

You dug your nails into his shoulders, leaving crescent shaped marks across his body. Pleasure caroused through your body as Jude continued to thrust into you, the sound of skin slapping and your loud moans filled the space of your apartment. Your hands then made their way to his toned chest, tracing his abs as he fucked you harder into the sheets.

Jude then grabbed your leg putting it up slightly to give a new angle for him to hit at. The new angle allowed Jude to touch places inside of you, you hadn't known were there. You were moaning louder under him, swart dripping off both your bodies as Jude increased his pace never missing a beat.

"oh yes Jude, Jude please don't stop" you practically shouted out, as Jude let out moans of his own louder then he expected them to be.

Both of your bodies were engulfed in a heated passion, the feeling of your bodies connected closer then ever was astonishing.

Jude brought his body down towards yours, leaning down to bring his face to your breasts, burying his face into them. Sucking and biting into them as you inched closer to a release.

"Jude i'm close" you moaned out as Jude kept working on your chest, his tongue working swiftly against your body. "Not yet, i'm almost there" he responded, "don't cum until I say so" he looked up at you. Your face was unconvincing to his request, in response Jude brought a hand up to your neck lightly chocking it, bringing you even closer to your climax.

"Almost" he grunted out, removing his hand from your neck, down to your clit as he circled his fingers around it.

"Now, cum now" he moaned out spilling his hot cum into the condom still inside of you. You released at his command, his hand motions bringing you over the edge. Cumming hard and slow all over Jude's lengthy cock.

"So good" Jude moaned out as he slid out of your tight pussy. "All for you" you replied bringing your face up to his, connecting your lips to his as round 2 of your sex session was soon to follow.

[mercurycft]

𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐖? — 𝐋𝐁. 𝐊𝐖

## lucy bronze x keira walsh !!

Hello everyone.. I am so sorry for my inactivity! Life has been absolutely mental recently and I was struggling to find any sort of free time!! please bare with! in the meantime— I was feeling emotional and angsty. So enjoy this angsty fic! Love always - RG x

This is obviously NOT an accurate representation of their relationship, or how I see them as individuals. This is purely fiction and for entertainment purposes :) x

1,721 words.

CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE ++

Was it really a breakup?

Could you call it that?

There was no crying, no fighting, no shouting. Just silence. Silence followed by the packing of bags and the slam of the front door.. Then just, nothing.

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That was two weeks ago. Now Keira lay in their home, or what once was their home, alone. In the sheets of their bed, Narla curled between her legs. Sleep didn’t come easy, finding no comfort in the overly empty bed. Tossing and turning under the covers, mind endlessly racing. The nights were hard for Keira, the quiet almost too quiet - so heavy it sat like pressure on her chest. The dark that was once so warm and comforting now seemed uninviting. It crept around the corners of the house and under the doors, stalking through the halls.

Lucy’s presence still lingered through the house, pictures adorning the walls of memories and moments the pair shared. Her favourite mug sat on the counter untouched - the same as her slippers, still downstairs by the unlocked front door. She couldn’t lock it, worried that if Lucy hadn’t taken a key she wouldn’t be able to get in. She couldn’t chance it, so it remained unlocked with the entry-way light constantly on.

Door unlocked.

Light on.

Keira tried to ignore it, the reminders that followed her from room to room. The reminders that littered their bedroom - small photos, her clothes on the floor. She just couldn’t bring herself to face it, whatever it is.

She was tired, exhausted even, completely drained of all emotion and energy that had consumed her over the last few days. She usually gave up trying to sleep at around 2am, however today she had finally drifted off.

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Lucy however, was far from sleep. Lost in the moment, through the vodka and coke haze that sat behind her eyes, found herself stumbling up the drive and towards the front door. The quiet seemed to amplify the sound of her unsteady footsteps, vision blurred as she searched through her pocket for her house key. After a few moments she had the key in the door, futile as it turned against an already open lock.

Inside and upstairs, Keira lay unaware of who stood just outside the front door. Sleep muffling the shuffling of feet as the door opened. A mildly-intoxicated Lucy stumbling across the threshold, the faint smell of alcohol clung to her skin, mingling with the aroma of the night air and her sweet perfume.

Narla was a good sleeper, rarely loud or awoken by anything other than food.. or Lucy. So when she stirred and stood to attention at the end of the bed, Keira shot up as well - alarmed by the sudden movement that tore her away from her sleep. The of her bark reverberated throughout the silent house, echoing off the walls. Disturbed from her dreams, Keira slowly opened her eyes, mind still foggy with sleep - trying to reach for the fluffy dog at her feet for comfort.

“Silly puppy, what’s the matter? hm?” She whispered into the darkness, barely making out the shape of her doggy-face and scratching behind her perked ears. Keira knew deep down the only thing that could wake her at this hour would be Lucy, and although she had the left the door unlocked repeatedly (for the full 15 days since she had left) she couldn’t help the anxiety that grew and sat heavy in the pit of her stomach.

With each unsteady step Lucy took downstairs, the tension seemed to thicken, saturating the atmosphere within the house. A moment of worry washed over Keira's tired mind - What would she say? What would she do?

By the time Keira had gotten out and off of the bed, grabbed a hoodie to chuck on over the jersey that hung from her. Lucy’s Jersey. Narla had scrambled off the bed and was stood alert at the bedroom door, paw raising to scratch at the wood with her nose pressed against the crack, tail wagging madly.

When she had finally opened the door, the westie wasted no time in running down the stairs and straight to Lucy - who was now bent down to her level and greeting the excited dog. Keira hung back, stepping quietly through the hallway and towards the staircase. She knew once she stepped down Lucy would have a full view of her, and she would have full view of Lucy.

Keira took a few calming breaths, as if she was psyching herself up to walk down. After a few she did, carefully and slowly. Eyes locked in the direction of the front door. She saw Lucy first, taking her in. Silently admiring her from afar. The way she smiled, how her hair fell effortlessly in front of her face, how her top fit like a glove in all the right places.

“Luce?” Her voice was soft yet hoarse, her vocal chords fried from the hours of crying.

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It was almost like time had frozen for Lucy, watching as Keira descended down the last few steps and stood in front of her. She didn’t know what to say, standing so they were at the same level. Suddenly all too aware of what she had done. She had a few drinks, cried a few tears and made her way back to the house without thinking.

“It’s 2am..” Keira’s voice jolted her from her thoughts once more, causing them to finally meet eyes. The lamp in the room was dim, but it gave enough light for Lucy to notice the red of Keira’s eyes.

“Yeah, uhm-” She cleared her throat, buying herself time to figure out what to say. “I wanted to see you.” Lucy mentally cursed herself, internally grovelling at her lack of excuse or explanation.

“You wanted to see me?” Keira pressed, pausing for a moment when she saw Lucy’s mouth open to respond - but she kept going. “You. Wanted to see. Me.”

It wasn’t a question, at least it didn’t sound like a question. More like a statement of disbelief. The tone shocked Keira herself, unsure of where the bitterness had come from - but somehow she couldn’t stop it.

“You wanted to see me!” She got louder, then the word vomit started.

“You wanted to see me! You could’ve ‘wanted to see me’ a week ago Lucy! Two weeks! Two weeks I’ve been here waiting for you. For a text or for a call! God I’ve been leaving the fucking door unlocked just incase you showed up!” Breathe. But she couldn’t, her hurt now sewn into anger and frustration.

“You left! You just up and left me here! Alone! For two fucking weeks. Crying and ruining myself because you fucking left!”

“I know Ke-”

“No you don’t know! Because while I was here, alone. You were out getting drunk and doing god knows what! Where were you?”

“Ke-” There was no break to reply.

“No actually! I could probably tell you where you were! But in all honesty, I don’t care! Lucy this isn’t fair! You don’t get to just come home at 2am on a fucking random Thursday because you ‘wanted to see me’ god!” Still not breathing.

“It’s not like-”

“You don’t get to just walk in here and fucking stroke the dog like you’ve just got in from work! You fucking left..” The end of her sentence fell away, her voice cracking and tears pricking behind her eyes. Finally taking a deep breath and gulping.

“Keira..” Lucy stepped closer, arms outstretched towards her.

“No! I was here! Alone!” She was sobbing now, almost hyperventilating in front of the older woman. Arms thrown in the air to punctuate her point. She quietened for a moment, a meek attempt to compose of herself and assess the situation. Taking a deep breath under Lucy’s gaze before she continued.

“You left me, and I’m crying. And you’re drunk.” She spoke softer now, still gasping for breath and wiping away her own tears with her sleeve. Her words were laced with hurt, her throat tight and chest heaving as she stared across the room at Lucy.

Lucy’s arms were back by her side as she tried to comprehend what had happened, to process the things Keira had said - eyes locked on the wooden panels below them.

“Im sorry, Kei.” She whispered, looking back up at her from the ground.

“Oh yeah alright,” She grumbled sarcastically under her breath, pulling her arms across her chest and leaning against the banister. “Were you sorry yesterday? or a week ago? How about two weeks ago?” She continued.

It carried on like this for a few minutes, Keira getting everything off of her chest and Lucy stood there taking it. In all honesty, Keira didn’t know what she was saying. All logical parts of her brain now overrun by frustration and emotion. She didn’t register what was happening until she was marching towards the front door, swinging it open with a leg out to hold Narla back.

“Go.” She whispered, pain dripping from the singular word. “Please..” She couldn’t look up, now looking at the dog sat confused by her feet.

“Keira, why don’t we talk-”

She shook her head in response, not letting Lucy finish her sentence once more. Lifting a hand to wipe away the tears cascading down her cheeks, pooling beneath her jaw and running down her neck.

“I Love you, but please..” Keira paused. “Please go.”

Lucy took a second to breathe, tears now piling in her eyes. She nodded slowly in acknowledgment, giving Narla a stroke and moving towards Keira and the door. She gave Keira a small kiss on the cheek, pausing momentarily against her skin - clenching her jaw and taking her in. Whispering a small “Love you..” against her before pulling away.

She didn’t want to but she knew, for now, she had to. For the second time tonight she stepped back across the threshold, pausing to give Keira one last look.

Keira couldn’t look at her, closing the door firmly. Hoping maybe if Lucy went, she wouldn’t have to face the reality of what she said.

They stood there for a while. On either side of the door, silently begging for each-other. Longing for things to be how they were.

Lucy heard a shuffle from the other side, Keira’s shadow moving across the glass - followed by a small click of the lock, watching as the light flickered and then disappeared from the room.

Exhaling a final breath before turning to walk away.

Door locked.

Light off.

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Oooo!! Could you write something where reader catches a bad cold and Leah goes into doctor mode and takes care of reader?

Sick day

Hello anon!

Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy 😉

A warning that this does include the odd swear word.

As soon as I woke up this morning I could tell that something wasn’t right. My nose was stuffier than normal, my throat hurt a little, and I could feel a slight headache forming behind my eyes.

I was sick.

A loud sigh escaped my mouth as the realisation that I had caught the usual winter sickness dawned on me. I felt the arms wrapped around my waist tighten as I attempted to move.

In my tired state I had forgotten that Leah was staying over at my flat for the next couple of days. We had decided to spend the odd night together before we completely committed to moving in with each other. This was purely my idea, Leah had suggested to just say fuck it and move in right away, but my own worries of it being too soon meant that I suggested to have a few trial runs before it really happened.

“Y/N/N? You good?” Leah mumbled in her sleepy voice. Clearly my moving around had caused her to wake. I turned so that I could see the time on my small clock on my bedside table.

9:34am

Not too early. “Yeah, you go back to sleep Le. I’m just going to hop in the shower.” I croaked out. Shit my throat was worse than I thought. I was really hoping that the shower was going to make me feel better, I wanted to spend the next few days doing things with Leah and if I was sick I knew that she wouldn’t let me do anything.

She removed her arms from my waist, allowing me to get up, before she shuffled up the bed to get a better look at me. “You don’t sound good, are you feeling alright?” She asked, her voice now sounding more awake and definitely healthier than my own.

“Thanks.” I scoffed. “But no, I’m fine.” I continued. She really couldn’t know I was sick, it would completely ruin our plans.

“I’m not convinced. Let me check your temperature.”

I internally groaned as she hopped out of bed and walked through to my bathroom. “Leah don’t, I’m fi-” A cough interrupted my shout, making my throat feel worse than it did originally.

Well if she didn’t think I was sick before she definitely did now.

I followed her to the bathroom and chuckled lightly at the sight of her digging through all of my drawers.

“Where’s your thermometer thing?” She asked. She sounded a lot more serious than she did earlier, meaning that I wouldn’t get peace until she was 100% sure that I was okay.

“I don’t own one.” I shrugged.

Leah slowly stood up and turned so that she was staring at me, and she didn’t look impressed. It kind of freaked me out a bit, she looked like one of those killers from the horror movies. “Y/N you’re an adult and you don’t own a thermometer.” She commented, sounding weirdly calm. This just added to the whole serial killer vibe I was getting.

“Sorry?” I replied with my voice going up in pitch. Just as she was about to continue a sneeze interrupted her.

“Bless you.”

And another.

“Jesus Y/N.”

And another.

“Right I don’t need a thermometer to tell whether your sick or not. Off to bed you go.” She said with a firm voice. She put her arm on my lower back and guided me back to my bed. If I had more energy I would’ve argued back, but as much as I hated to admit it I knew she was right.

Leah pulled back the covers and I fell into the comfort of my bed. She tucked me in lightly before giving me a kiss on the head and turning to leave the room. I reached out and grabbed her hand to stop her from walking off.

“Where you going?” I asked in a small voice, my brave facade now vanishing as the pounding in my head began to worsen. Leah turned around with a sympathetic smile on her face and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Just going to call my mum. I’ll be right back, I promise.” She said before walking out.

Five minutes later a smile took over my face as Leah walked back into the room. She walked over to the bed and slid into her side, immediately wrapping me up in her arms as I rested my head on her chest, the sound of her heartbeat calming me.

“Mum said to keep you hydrated and give you paracetamol, do you have any?” She whispered into my hair.

I thought for a moment before replying. “No I used the last of it the other week.” I sighed. Great.

“That’s okay Y/N/N, I can go out and get some.” She said as she began to move.

“No! Please stay.” I mumbled. Leah was all I needed right now.

She moved back to her previous position and pressed a kiss to the top my hair. “Okay.” She whispered.

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As I awoke I began to move my arms around to find Leah. My heart sunk as all I felt was empty air.

She was gone.

I felt tears prick my eyes at the thought of being alone right now. After sitting with my thoughts for a bit I reached to my bedside table and grabbed my phone, wincing at the brightness of the screen. I turned the brightness down before clicking Leah’s contact.

“You okay Y/N/N? What’s wrong?” Leah hurriedly asked as soon as she picked up.

“Where are you?” I asked. The room felt empty without her here. I was definitely ready for her to move in permanently, maybe getting sick was the push I needed.

She let out a sigh. “You scared me, I thought something was wrong. I’ve nipped out to Tesco. I’m getting you paracetamol and…well you’ll find out when I get back.” She replied.

“Okay just hurry up, I miss you.”

“I’m sorry Y/N/N, I thought you’d still be asleep for when I got back.” She said. “I’m next to be served so I’ve got to go. I love you.”

My heart warmed at the ‘I love you’. Even though we had been saying it to each other for awhile now, it still always had the same affect on me. “Okay. I love you too.” I replied before hanging up.

While I waited on my girlfriend returning I got Netflix up on the TV and switched on a random movie. It only really served as background noise as I kept drifting in and out of sleep, but it done the trick.

Around fifteen minutes later the sound of the front door closing disturbed my sleep. Leah was back and I couldn’t be happier about it. I could hear her moving about in the kitchen, presumably putting everything away. I decided I couldn’t wait any longer so I carefully got out of my bed, struggling a little due to dizziness, and walked to the kitchen.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked with an eyebrow raised. I had walked in to see numerous vegetables and pots laying around the kitchen and a very stressed looking Leah examining her phone. My voice made her jump.

“I could ask you the same thing. You’re meant to be resting, get back to bed.” She replied, her voice sounding as firm as it did before.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

She put the knife she was using to cut up a carrot down and crossed her arms across her chest. “If I answer will you go back to bed?”

“Possibly…” I dragged out.

She rolled her eyes and looked around the kitchen with her arms raised. “My mum sent me this recipe for some soup I should make you.” She said, sounding very stressed.

“Right…okay. I’ll go back now.” She smiled at my answer and I turned to make the walk back to my room. I laid back in my bed and actually payed attention to the movie playing, hoping that it would make the time pass quicker.

———

“Baby wake up.”

I opened my eyes and saw Leah leaning over me with a bowl of soup sat on the bed. I groaned and sniffled as I moved up the bed to allow myself to eat better. She handed me the soup before leaving for a second and coming back with a glass of water and two paracetamol.

“Eat, drink, and take these.” She instructed. She laid everything out next to me before climbing in the bed.

“Yes Dr Williamson.” I teased, earning me a gentle shove. I took a sip of the soup and was pleasantly surprised at the taste. I half expected it to make me even more sick by how it looked when I saw it earlier.

“Well done. Tastes good.” I smiled.

We sat together while I finished off everything, and after Leah had taken everything away to tidy up, she came back to bed and pulled me back into her arms.

“Thank you for today Le.” I whispered as my eyes were half closed. This cold had really taken it out of me.

Leah gave me a squeeze and kissed me on the cheek before smiling. “No need to thank me, I was just doing my job as a good girlfriend. Plus…I like taking care of you.”

I looked up and made eye contact with her. “Why don’t we do this permanently?” I asked while getting lost in her beautiful blue eyes.

She scrunched her nose up in confusion making me giggle. “What you getting sick?”

“No silly, you staying here.”

Leah’s face dropped for a second, scaring the shit out of me, before a grin took over. “You want me to move in.”

“Yeah.” I nodded.

“I would love to.”

[lucybronzey]

wildest dreams - lucy bronze

pairing: Lucy Bronze x fem!reader warnings: fluff word count: 1,897 author's note: Please note that my dyslexia still affects my writing and there can be lots of grammar/vocabulary/phrasing mistakes. Feedback is always welcome! Please do not translate, copy/paste or take credit/ownership of any of my stories! summary: Y/N attends a football conference with her friend Betty. An engaging event about women's football lets Y/N connect with Lucy Bronze, a football star. Their conversation deepens, forging an authentic bond that overshadows Betty's presence. Lucy's genuine interest and vulnerability make the encounter special. The melody of "Wildest Dreams" echoes the enchanting atmosphere. As they part ways, a shared journey seems possible. The memory becomes a reminder of unexpected connections turning into reality.

The conference room buzzes with vibrant energy as attendees from different corners of the world gather to celebrate their shared passion for football. Your mate Betty had invited you as her plus one to the conference where a few ex and current Lionesses were discussing and introducing new courses on how to talk more openly and widely about women's football in England and how to address the current talk around menstruation. As a communication specialist, this was actually quite an important and interesting event to attend as it would give you extended knowledge to exceed and communicate better on certain topics from the point of view of your position. You take a seat at a table, surrounded by fellow specialists, scientists and enthusiasts, excitement coursing through your veins. Engaging in conversations with strangers has always been a bit nerve-wracking, but there's an air of possibility that hangs in the air, much like the refrain of a favourite song of yours - Wildest Dreams (Taylor's Version).

Just as you are about to take a sip from the champagne glass, your mate appears at your side again after taking a short trip to the loo, a warm smile playing on her lips.

"Hey again, duck," Betty says, the lassie who seems to have an uncanny knack for appearing just when you need her.

"Mind if I introduce you to someone?" Betty's eyes twinkle mischievously and you cannot help but feel intrigued.

You shake your head, eager to see who Betty has in mind. Your gaze shifts to the person standing beside her and time seems to momentarily halt. Lucy Bronze, the football sensation whose prowess and defensive moves on the field have made headlines and captured the hearts of many people around the world. Her eyes meet yours, greenish-grey galaxies that hold a universe of stories and emotions. It is as if the stars themselves have aligned to orchestrate this serendipitous encounter.

"Y/N, meet Lucy," Betty says, her voice carrying a hint of excitement. "Lucy, this is Y/N."

Lucy extends her hand and as your fingers touch in a brief handshake, a spark of electricity seems to pass between you. "Nice to meet you," you manage to say, your voice betraying a hint of awe.

"Likewise," Lucy responds with a smile that feels like a glimpse into the sun breaking through the clouds. "Betty's mentioned you before a bit as you probably know her more than me."

The conversation begins with a tentative question about each other's favourite football teams. Of course, you had to mention that you follow and watch FC Barcelona's female team games and cheer along behind the screen. Lucy's eyes light up as you share your allegiance and a playful back-and-forth ensues as she defends her own team with a grin. As the conversation flows, the initial awkwardness dissipates, replaced by a sense of camaraderie that feels like meeting an old friend.

You delve into discussions about memorable matches, reliving moments that had your heart racing and adrenaline pumping. Lucy's animated storytelling makes each anecdote come to life and you cannot help but feel captivated by the passion in her voice. Her eyes sparkle as she recalls a particularly intense match, her gestures mimicking the players' movements on the field. You find yourself hanging onto every word, your laughter mingling with the buzz of excitement around you.

Amidst the stories of victories and defeats, the conversation takes unexpected turns. Lucy asks about your personal connection to football and you share childhood memories of playing with friends in the park, the thrill of kicking the ball and the taste of victory even in the smallest of games. Her genuine curiosity makes you feel seen, as if your experiences matter.

"You know," Lucy begins with a smile, "sometimes it's the simplest moments that shape our love for the game."

You nod in agreement, feeling a shared understanding. "Definitely. It's the magic of those moments that keeps us coming back. It gives this kind of lovely feeling and you are able to share with the people around the pitch."

As the conversation between you and Lucy flowed like the gentle melodies of a familiar song, you couldn't help but wonder what had become of Betty, the friend who had introduced you. However, amidst the captivating exchange with Lucy, the presence of Betty seemed to fade into the background, eclipsed by the magnetic pull of your conversation.

Unbeknownst to you, Betty had discreetly slipped away to give you both space to connect. She had noticed the immediate chemistry between you and Lucy, the way your eyes locked and your laughter mingled effortlessly. With a knowing smile, she decided to step aside, recognising that sometimes the most magical connections require a touch of serendipity.

The topic shifts to tactics and strategies and you find yourself immersed in a discussion that balances technical insights with a love for the sport. Lucy's eyes light up as she explains a particularly clever play her team executed, her hands gesturing animatedly. The atmosphere feels charged with a feeling of mutual passion, as if you are both in the midst of a match, strategising and celebrating each brilliant move.

As the night deepens, the conversation seamlessly transitions to personal aspirations and dreams. Lucy opens up about her journey as a footballer, the challenges she's faced and the moments that have made it all worthwhile. Her vulnerability creates an intimate bond, and you find yourself sharing your own dreams – the ones that tug at your heart and keep you pushing forward.

"As I love to say," Lucy says softly, her gaze intense, "sometimes it's the struggles that define us and shape our paths. I find it especially unique when someone can describe their dreams as in much detail as possible - it is genuinely adoring."

Her words resonate deeply as you feel a sense of connection that goes beyond your shared passion for football. It is as if the conversation has become a journey of discovering each other's souls, revealing layers of your personalities that you had not anticipated sharing with someone you had just met.

With a quiet smile, you reply, "Absolutely. They make us who we are."

As the daylight outside softens into twilight, the conference room is bathed in a warm, inviting glow. The ambience mirrors the growing warmth between you and Lucy – a connection that seems to be deepening with every exchanged sentence. Amidst the buzz of conversations around you, Lucy's voice remains a steadfast beacon, narrating tales of her and her move to Barcelona. Her humility and fervour intertwine, painting a picture of a remarkable athlete who remains grounded despite her success. Betty found herself drawn to the sidelines of the event, watching from a distance as the two of you became engrossed in each other's stories. She saw the way Lucy's eyes lit up as she recounted her experiences on the field and how your laughter seemed to harmonise with the atmosphere around you. It was a scene that brought a warm smile to Betty's face, a silent celebration of the connection she had unwittingly facilitated.

In those moments, Betty became a silent spectator to a story that was unfolding before her eyes – a story of chance encounters shared passions and the blossoming of a connection that felt almost otherworldly. She knew that sometimes, the most beautiful moments do not require orchestration; they simply need the right environment to flourish.

"Have you ever felt like destiny has a hand in things?" Lucy's question is accompanied by a playful smile, her eyes reflecting the sparkle of stars.

You share a chuckle, a shared understanding forming between you. "Most definitely. It is the nerves that show how much you care. Furthermore, it is the notion of vulnerability that allows us to truly connect." Lucy's gaze is holding yours with a depth of understanding that leaves you both suspended in a moment of shared truth. The words hang in the air like a delicate promise, echoing the sentiment that this newfound connection is built on the foundation of authenticity and the willingness to open your hearts to each other.

When the event eventually draws to a close, you find yourselves standing under a canopy of stars, the world seemingly quieter, as if nature itself is holding its breath in anticipation. Betty found herself stepping back into the conference room, a soft smile still gracing her lips. Catching your eye, she gave you a subtle nod of approval, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and affection. It was a nod that conveyed a message: that the sparks of connection between you and Lucy were undeniable and had been meant to be, regardless of her initial introduction. Lucy stands beside you, her presence an anchor amidst the celestial expanse.

"I'm really glad we had this chance to connect, Y/N," Lucy's voice is a gentle breeze that stirs your emotions.

Meeting her gaze, you feel a mixture of gratitude and wonder. "Me too, Lucy. This evening has been nothing short of magical."

A soft breeze rustles through and Lucy's fingers brush against yours in a fleeting touch that sends a shiver down your spine. "Would you be open to continuing this over a cup of coffee?"

The words hang in the air like the opening chords of a favourite song, a promise of something more to come. Your heart flutters with excitement as you reply, "I would absolutely love that."

As contact information is exchanged, you are struck by the feeling that the universe might be orchestrating something beautiful. The melody of "Wildest Dreams" intertwines with your reality, creating a soundtrack for a story that is unfolding in ways that leave you breathless with anticipation. Each note seems to echo the sentiments of this encounter, a melody that captures the essence of new connections, unexpected sparks and the thrilling unknown.

Under the expanse of stars, you part ways, but the energy of the moment lingers like an enchanting spell in the air. The promise of future encounters hangs between you, a thread that connects your hearts despite the physical distance. It is as if the universe itself has conspired to bring the two of you together and now, it is working its magic to ensure that your paths cross once more.

The refrain of the song plays softly in your mind, weaving into the tapestry of your thoughts as you walk away. It is a reminder that dreams often manifest in the most surprising ways – that sometimes, the universe has plans that exceed our wildest imaginations. The sensation of connection and the prospect of a shared journey fill you with a sense of wonder and excitement, a feeling that dances in time with the rhythm of the song.

As you move through the night, the stars above seem to twinkle with an added brilliance, as if they too are celebrating the magic of this encounter. Each step you take is infused with a new sense of purpose, a reminder that life's most beautiful moments often come when we least expect them. And though you may be walking away for now, the memory of Lucy's smile, the resonance of her laughter and the promise of a future meeting linger in your heart like a cherished melody, ready to be replayed whenever you need a reminder of the serendipitous dreams that can turn into reality.

[mxsonxmountx]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

MTM boyfriend ✨vibes✨ P4

[landoncrris]

Can you do one with mason where the reader was on a girls holiday or she was doing something for work in a different country then masons tells her he’ll pick her up from the airport and he forgets,so when she comes home with an Uber she finds him getting ready to go out and they have a fight but after the make up:)

forgotten - mason mount x reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN // MASTERLIST

word count: 2.9k

You were on a girls trip for the past week, since your best friend was getting married soon and you decided to spend some time abroad. For her, it was the perfect way to relax since she has been busy organizing the wedding for the last few months. But also for you, since you have been busier than ever with work lately.

You spent the whole day lying on the beach, enjoying the sun and partying all night. So it was safe to say that you were more than ready to go home and spend a relaxing evening in front of the TV, snuggled up with your boyfriend. Who you missed more than anything, as you also barely spent any time with him lately due to your busy schedule. When he called you yesterday and asked when you would arrive, and then told you he would be waiting for you at the airport, relief flooded your body.

You called him as soon as you got off the plane and waited for your suitcase, but he didn’t answer the phone. You figured he was probably still on the road, so he didn’t pick up. But when you tried it again ten minutes later, he still didn’t answer the phone. You declined your friends’ offer to take an Uber together, thinking that if he was on his way, you couldn’t just leave yet.

But after you had waited outside in the cold for thirty minutes, it was obvious that he wasn’t picking you up anytime soon. Which annoyed you, especially since you were tired and would have liked to just fall into bed. Your shivering body didn’t make the situation any better, and since you weren’t planning on standing in the cold, you weren’t exactly wearing warm clothes. However, there was also a part of you that was worried about whether something might have happened to him on the way. But you ignored that thought, thinking that he must have fallen asleep and didn’t set an alarm.

What you didn’t expect was that music was blaring from upstairs as you entered your shared home. You somehow managed to carry your things upstairs, which only made your mood even worse. And when you opened the door to your bedroom, the music got even louder, apparently coming from your bathroom. By then you guessed where he was and what he was up to.

He didn’t even acknowledge you when you opened the door, as he was busy looking at himself in the mirror and fixing his hair. It smelled as if he had showered not long ago, but he wasn’t dressed in comfortable clothes. No, he was wearing cargo pants and a grey sweater that was obviously sprayed with perfume, which you could smell even from your place at the door.

“Oh— for fucks sake, Y/N!” he suddenly yelled as he finally spotted you out of the corner of his eye. He placed a hand on the spot where his heart was beating as he breathed heavily before a few breathless giggles left him. He turned down the music from his phone before walking over to you, placing his hands on your waist and his lips touching your forehead. In response, you didn’t move at all, not giving in to his touch like you normally would.

“Hey, love, I didn’t know you were home already.” he said softly before leaning in to kiss your lips. But you turned your head to the side before he could, causing him to furrow his brows. You could smell a small amount of alcohol on his breath, which only fueled your anger.

“What’s with you, grumpy?” he laughed, squishing your cheeks with his fingers. In response, you pulled his hands away from you and took a step back, his expression hardening as you were obviously not in a good mood at all. He just didn’t know why or what it had to do with him. You could read that in his face, which made you scoff.

“What’s with you?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, stepping away from you again to check the time and turn off the music altogether. But you decided to ignore his question, seeing that he obviously had to be somewhere.

“Where are you going?”

“Out. With some friends. But i shouldn’t be long.” he said, as if it were no big deal. And it was in fact not a big deal to him. Apparently, he didn’t even know when you’d be home, which made you wonder if the rare free time the two of you got to spend together meant anything to him at all.

“You’re unbelievable.” you sighed, turning your back on him, thinking to yourself that you’ll just make the most of the evening by starting dinner. “You want to tell me what I did, maybe?” he called after you. But you kept walking anyway.

“If you don’t know, I can’t help you.”

“Just tell me.” he sighed, putting his phone in his backpocket and walking down the stairs behind you. In the kitchen, you stopped and looked in the fridge to decide what to eat.

“So there’s absolutely no memory of you saying you’d pick me up at the airport?” He screwed up his face at that sentence, at which you could practically see the wheels turning in his head. He was silent for a moment, but you spoke up again just as he opened his mouth. “Oh right, I’m sorry, going out was more important, of course.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were coming home tomorrow like you said you would.” he deliberately repeated your words to provoke you, which let you know that arguing with him was unnecessary at the moment. He obviously didn’t want to admit he was wrong. You put what you got from the fridge on the counter, not looking at him, and tried to calm down for a moment.

“I told you not even twenty-four hours ago that I was coming home today, Mason.” you sighed, while you started preparing your dinner, still without looking at him once.

“Fine. I’m sorry. I forgot, happens to everyone.”

“That’s not the point,” you groaned, finally looking at him as he glared at you from his spot on the other side of the kitchen island. He just raised his eyebrows, silently prompting you to explain before looking at the time on his phone again. “I wanted nothing more than to come home and spend time with you. But no, you’re going out and forgot I was even coming home today.”

“What do you want me to do? I made plans with my friends first, I can’t cancel now.” he said. You then closed your eyes in frustration. Part of you still hoped he could stay, but the other, larger part of you just wanted him to leave because you were tired of talking to a wall.

“We made plans first tho.” you broke the eye contact and turned around, whereupon you heard him scoff behind you.

“Yeah, for which I thought was tomorrow.”

“Just leave, Mason.” you said, deciding that your evening would probably get worse if he stayed any longer and your argument might escalate because of it. What pissed you off again though was that he immediately did as you said and took his wallet and jacket from the counter, but before he left the room he muttered something else, “I’m late now anyway, thanks to you.”

After he left, you tried to make the most of your evening, showering after dinner and slipping into your pajamas before sitting down on the couch and turning on your favorite show. For hours, you told yourself, “Just one more episode,” and didn’t want to go to bed, even though you so desperately needed the sleep. Somehow you chose that excuse to keep waiting for Mason to come back, but you didn’t hear from him. All you saw was the picture of him that one of his friends had posted, grinning at the camera as usual. No sign of the little argument you had before he left.

Around midnight you finally decided to give up and go to bed, because waiting was pretty pointless, either you would ignore each other or fight again. But somehow you still couldn’t sleep properly, so a few hours after going to bed you heard him stumble into the house. But he didn’t come upstairs, which made you think he was trying to avoid you, when in fact you hadn’t done anything wrong. Unfortunately, he was just that stubborn.

As soon as you woke up the next morning, you remembered your argument from the night before, which made you want to go back to sleep and preferably not get up at all today. But you still had the feeling that as soon as you rolled over, Mason would be lying next to you, sleeping peacefully. But when you turned over, you found an empty bed and a completely clean room. There was no sign that he was in your bedroom, so you assumed he was sleeping in another room and wearing the same clothes as last night. Which only made you want to go back to sleep even more.

You weren’t actually mad at him for forgetting to pick you up or because he had plans with his friends, you just felt like he didn’t miss you as much as you missed him. Ever since you left for your short holiday, you had been counting the hours until you would finally see him again. But after he forgot about you, and after the way he welcomed you home, you were almost certain he wasn’t looking forward to your return as much as you were. Or as it seemed so far, not at all.

You did manage to get up after a while, though, especially since you were so hungry that you felt it would have been impossible to go back to sleep. When you went down the stairs, you definitely didn’t expect to notice the smell of food coming from the kitchen, since you didn’t hear anything from upstairs. And that’s why you expected Mason to still be asleep.

When you got to the kitchen, you saw him standing there in front of the stove, and he was indeed still wearing the same sweater as last night, except that he had gotten rid of his cargo pants, probably before he went to sleep. You saw him turn and look at you as you made your way to the fridge, but you tried to avoid any eye contact.

“Y/N.” he sighed, which sounded to you like he was annoyed. For a moment you felt bad, even though you had done nothing wrong.

“Sorry, I’ll leave you alone.” you said, quickly grabbing a yogurt from the fridge and wanting to head back upstairs where you couldn’t annoy him. But before you could leave, he stopped you by standing in front of you.

“No, that wasn’t what I meant,”

“It’s fine, I—”

“I made you breakfast,” he interrupted you, and a small smile appeared on his face as you finally looked up into his face instead of staring at your hands or his chest as you had been doing, “your favorite.” he added, whereupon you looked over to the counter where there was already a ready plate, so you guessed he was making himself breakfast right now too.

“You didn’t actually think making me breakfast was going to make everything fine again, did you?” you scoffed, trying to make your way past him, but he blocked your path with his arm this time, which certainly didn’t help your anger at him.

“Just stay and eat. Please?” at this you let out a defeated sigh and sat down on the bar stool across from the stove. You didn’t feel like arguing with him any further, especially not when he made you your favorite breakfast that you can never say no to. You just sat there for a few moments while you took a few bites of your food, still trying to avoid eye contact with him.

“I’m sorry,” he interrupted the silence between you, “I was an arse.” and you gave him a few more moments to see if there was more to his apology, maybe a better attempt than just saying “i’m sorry” but he said nothing more. Which only frustrated you that little bit more.

“It’s fine.” you sighed, trying once again to avoid another argument.

“You sure? Because a minute ago, you still seemed pretty upset.”

“I’m not upset, Mason.” you groaned, looking up at him you realized he wouldn’t recognize the secret message behind your words. And you weren’t in the mood to tell him, still ashamed of the fact that you clearly missed him more than he missed you. “Whatever, I’m not hungry anymore.” you said as you pushed yourself up from your spot on the bar stool, but he stopped you once again by stepping in front of you. You rolled your eyes. But he didn’t want you to leave while you were still angry, it was bad enough that you went to sleep angry because you promised that would never happen. Even though he knew he was the only one to blame, really.

“Y/N, talk to me, please.” he could see that something was bothering you, that you weren’t just upset or angry with him, because otherwise you would have acted very differently and certainly not as calmly as you were acting now.

“I’m not upset Mason,” you repeated what you had already said before looking him in the eye to tell him what you really meant by that, “I’m hurt.” you almost whispered, and just as he opened his mouth to say something, you spoke up and tried to walk past him again.

“It’s fine, really. I get it if you don’t want me around, so I’ll just spend the day with—”

“What?” he said quickly, pulling you to him by your wrist, whereupon you fell silent. “Why do you think that I wouldn’t want you around?”

“Because of how you acted.” you admitted, and as you looked into his eyes, you noticed that tears were threatening to spill over yours. At that, you looked down again. You didn’t even know what exactly had you so emotional, you just knew that you had missed him like crazy and that finally being with him again but not being able to do or say all the things you wanted to do because he had caused a stupid fight, was even worse than missing him.

“Y/N.” said Mason, trying to get you to look at him again. But when you didn’t, he forced you to look up by putting a hand under your chin. And when he too saw the tears that were in your eyes, his heart clenched. He hated seeing you like that, and knowing he was the cause of it was a feeling he never wanted to feel again. He pressed his lips together into a line as his hand moved to your cheek, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear as he thought of the right words to say.

“I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you and I missed you so, so much— God, I don’t know why I acted the way I did. I had this whole perfect day planned today and I was so looking forward to it. I have no excuse for forgetting you and then acting like that, I was a total arse, but I really am so fucking sorry. I swear I will never hurt you again. Or make you feel like I don’t want you around, because if I could, I would have you around every second for the rest of my life, Y/N.” Mason said, all while never stop looking you in the eye. And even though part of you was still mad at him for what had happened, you believed him. That was more than enough to make you smile a little at that moment.

“Just tell me what I can do to make it up to you. Whatever it is, I’ll do it.” he said, his hand still resting on your cheek, his thumb slowly stroking it. While his heart was pounding in his chest, afraid that what he said wasn’t enough. Though he really couldn’t blame you if you were still mad at him.

“For starters, you could finally hug me and welcome me home properly.” you said, which elicited an adorable smile from Mason. He didn’t have to be told twice, because he longed for it as much as you did, so he immediately wrapped his arms around you. As a result, you wrapped yours around his waist and hugged him tightly, while your head found its usual place right under his chin. Making him put his chin on your head, and as he breathed in the smell of your shampoo, he finally felt at peace again.

However, your moment was interrupted by a loud stomach growl that made you both giggle. You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head before breaking away from the embrace.

“Maybe you should eat your breakfast after all, love.”

[blueaetherr]

over and over

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x fem!reader [she/her]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where they find pleasure in a heartbreak song

now playing: love you too much by lucky daye

Sometime during the day, probably in the later afternoon, it was Y/N and Trent in their kitchen. Together– away from outward interaction, away from the distraction of their phones– the two daintily danced around the kitchen space, dishes discarded in the sink not too long ago. 

Joy was present in their laughter as they sang and hummed the lyrics of the song floating around the room, stepping on one another's toes from uncoordinated dancing, moving their bodies like there was no one watching. Those twirls and dips by Trent were delicate and deep as he watched the enjoyment constantly grow on his partner's face through a dimpled smile with every turn they took.

In simple, they were having the time of their lives, living in the moment with their unique activity that was actually quite primal. Nonetheless, such an activity created a space to nurture the couple's happiness that was so clear and whole with bright and loving glances galore. They found all this happiness in dancing to their favourite song, one dejected, hurting and shying away from the same happiness the two always seemed to find themselves in.

A bizarre sight perhaps; they found such happiness in a hurting love song so comfortably, waltzing to someone's words that were sad and in pain, whether justified or not, over love that couldn't be reciprocated no matter what they did, heartbroken over a relationship that just didn't seem to want to work out.

Yet here the two were, giggling and laughing with no care as they swayed slowly back and forth, hands roaming free over each other. Not only because they were carefree, but because they were so into one another as they shared some soft glances, sharing the reciprocated love the singer seemed to have lost, dancing with their love so open and stretching for miles beyond one could identify, love so delicate and nurturing and caring.

Where was the consideration, the compassion for the singer who was all in their feelings? The couple's intentions, fortunately, were innocent.

It was easy to get caught in any song, no matter what the genre or your preferred genre. If the voice was soothing and promising, if there was a certain word or line that interrupted your line of thought, if the composer did everything to make the song so compelling– even if it was heart rendering and its emotional nature was devastating– you couldn't help but allow yourself to be pulled in by it. To plug in your headphones or turn the speaker up and fall into the earth with a particular song that moved you in one way and many others seemed beautiful.

That's how it was for Y/N and Trent; they found beauty in those sad love songs.

But it was easy too to take songs out of context, and Trent was the first between them to do so. Songs often mentioned phrases he could say to Y/N, so it was inevitable for him to lose the true meaning of the song. His favourite line from the song was i love you so much. Why? Well, if he sang it directly to Y/N while they moved freely in the kitchen, it was absolutely true. And always would it remain true.

In truth, he loved her. From her personality and presence to her physicality and everything else inward, he was so caught up in her, so much that the original meaning of the song would get lost whenever he sang it to her during their unique activity. So caught up and too smitten—he couldn't find a reason to love her any less—he always felt the need to vocalise his thoughts, and i love you so much fit so perfectly every single time.

And when i love you so much was repeated over and over again, Trent couldn't help but fall in love with the song, even with its troubling roots. He couldn't help but listen to it over and over, sing the lyrics over and over when it came on the shuffle playlist. Hum it and she would look at him with a knowing look, shy up a bit as she would easily recognise what he was trying to say. When i love you so much and many other lines were in line with their relationship, sadness from the song became their pleasure.

Or maybe it was just an excuse for Trent to sing. While the two were dancing a bit clumsy and outward with their footing, while they were out for a walk. There was love between them and the song would forever remain Trent's reminder to Y/N of his love for her with a simple, or a few, i love you so much.