#jack grealish one shot

[avenirdelight]

A Conversation With Ralph

Jack Grealish

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

“What do you mean you can’t?”

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

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

“What interview?”

“An interview with Sky Sports or something.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? You’re mad now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She chuckled again. “Yeah you did.”

“Yeah, but it’s for real this time.”

“Okay.”

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

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

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it's been an awfully long time since the last time i wrote for jack! this one is quite cute and i love it so i hope you'll enjoy it too! reblogs, likes, and comments are always very appreciated<3

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Hey can I request a fic with Jack Grealish? Where Jack and the reader are married and expecting a baby boy. They are thinking about names and she suggests Finley after the little boy Jack met. I think it would be so cute!

You and Jack couldn't have been happier when you found out that you were soon to be parents. Before the wedding it had been something you had talked about a lot and after putting the ring on your fingers you had started to make that thought a little more real until the good news came.

You had found out you were expecting a boy at the check-up, the baby on full display had you joking that it was indeed his father's child. And then your friends had wanted to throw you a baby shower anyway, so you could share the news with all your friends and families.

It had been a unique thrill, somehow it had also made it more real to know the sex and to be able to choose something different that wasn't neutral and good for both cases. You had done it with everything: clothes, teddy bears, even the name.

And speaking of that, it was time to choose one. You had this idea of wanting to paint the name on a wall in the nursery but you still had to decide on the shape, the font, the colour. And you didn't want to try on a random name so the sooner you chose it the sooner you could get to work and the sooner everything would be done.

"How about Mateo?"

"Babe stick to english" Jack doesn't even give you a look as he continues scrolling through the list of names on his phone. 

"Oh so no Mufasa?!" you tease him earning an amused look as you pinch his arm.

"How about Finley?" that name clearly catches his attention, it must be because of the meeting he had just a while ago and the personal reasons surrounding it. It's always a pleasure to meet little fans, to see how with a small gesture he can make their day unforgettable and to see their eyes open wide and sparkle with joy just like when he too was a child and was in the same situation.

So when they had asked him to meet this kid he had not hesitated to accept, finding the most congenial time with the commitments he had. And then this most of all would have been a special meeting, because of his family background and the story of someone he loved with all his heart.

And that kid, Finley, had been a pleasure to meet after reading his letter and making him that surprise. He had done his best not to give in to his emotions when he had reminded him of how good of a brother he was and how his eyes had sparkled when he had agreed to have that celebration once he had scored his next goal. He had done his best to give him an unforgettable couple of hours knowing how important that could be to him.

"Finley?"

"Yeah, I mean do you like it?"

"Finley" Jack took some time to think about it, whispering that name and rehearsing over and over how it sounded to his ears.

"I might have had a little help coming up with the name but I like it" you admit as he turns back to look at you.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to make a decision because of what I told you"

"Jack we are talking about my son's name. I'm not so easy to influence"

"You wanted to call him Timon"

"I. was. joking" you start hitting him with a pillow gasping as he laughs.

"But it crossed your mind!"

Jack lets you give him a couple more hits before taking possession of that pillow, settling it behind his back and looking at you triumphantly.

"Listen, I won't hide the fact I cried watching that video of the two of you together - Jack reaches out a hand caressing your back with one of his thumbs gently - and I don't know how to explain it properly... okay I'll try, it's more the way he spoke to you and his life and the constant smile on his face despite everything. I want that for my baby, not to be named after a person but what that person can represent. For it to mean something"

Jack smiles reaching out to you to leave a gentle kiss on your lips, and then on one cheek. "Besides, it was on our list of neutral names"

"No it wasn't" Jack looks at you with an arched eyebrow, confident but careful not to slip up. The pregnant brain can play tricks on you and he has already experienced several breakdowns for that reason. 

"Yes it is - you lean over to your nightstand to pick up the papers where you've noted down the names as Jack follows you with his eyes, vigilant that you don't hurt yourself - look" you point your finger at the name you're discussing once you've had a quick look at the list and found it, smiling.

"Nah look at that! Poor Finley squashed in here... and even written with a different pen"

"That's not true!" you try to argue back but a laugh escapes you, Jack shaking his head in amusement before letting go of the papers and slowly positioning himself over you being careful of your belly.

"I'll think about it, but in the meantime let's not close the door on more names okay?"

"Yeah"

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Casual.

player: jack grealish words: 641 request: a small blurb for grealish just cuddling in bed watching tele and laying between his legs and squeezing his thighs and calfs in a little massage n stuff 🥰

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As much as he liked being in relationships, more so the companionship than anything, Jack hadn’t seen himself as the settling down type. Even at the start of this relationship, he hadn’t been sure how long it would last. He would always refer to her as his girlfriend, never shied away from talking about her, and never denied who she was to him if he was asked, but it wasn’t until she had to go away for several weeks, and the contact was less that he realised he felt very differently about her.

Normally, through no fault of the women he’d dated, he didn’t mind if he didn’t get a text goodnight or good morning. He’d always double check that everything was ok later on the day but understood that people were just sometimes busy. Sometimes, people just didn’t have anything to say, and Jack didn’t take offence to this. Sometimes, he also didn’t want to speak when he got in from a hard training session which maybe didn’t go his way or after a game when he just needed to sit on his own for a while. But with her, he found himself growing agitated if they hadn’t spoken for a few hours.

Maybe it was the fact that she wasn’t readily available to him. Maybe it was because it felt that he had to try harder to get her attention and hold onto it while she was away. He didn’t know the exact cause for his shift in how he felt about her and their relationship, but what he did know was that when she came home, he didn’t want to let her out of his sight.

He became more vocal about wanting to spend the night with one another, it didn’t matter if it was at his house or hers. He found he didn’t even want or need to be physical with her, simply laying in bed or on the couch with her close enough to be within non-sexual touching distance was enough. He liked knowing he could speak to her without having to pick up his phone and tonight was no exception to this.

With her head on Jack’s stomach, she absentmindedly strokes over where she can reach. The other side of his waist, over his hips, the defined V lines which leads to his shorts, the exposed skin of his thighs, her hands drift everywhere but the growing bulge that was getting harder to ignore. He’s given up dropping hints about where else she can use her hand, laughing when she’d reply with a gentle bite to his skin when he suggested it.

“You need to speak to physio about this, you’ve still got knots here.” She comments, pressing three fingers into his muscle before easing up a little when he growls through gritted teeth. “Sorry.” Despite the single word apology, she doesn’t remove her fingers and instead continues to press, making small but precise circles to try and relieve some of this tightness.

“I like you being here.” He says, his own hand moving to her head and strokes over her hair as softly as he can.

“You like living with hope that I might…” she walks her fingers dangerously close to where his semi-hard dick twitches before she moves her fingers away again.

“That too, but I do like you being here.”

“You’re getting soft on me Jack? You’ll be giving me closet space and a key soon.”

“Would you accept them if I did?”

“I might think about it.”

“Only might?” he asks, amusement in his voice as he frowns, trying to work out what her thoughts are.

“Only you could throw out there a casually throw out there something as important as this. If this is what giving you a little massage gets me then-”

“-Wait until you see how I’d propose.”

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[final-script]

The guys from ManCity

This time I made sure I had everything written down before publishing a survey.

So when they make a decision, it will only be a matter of clicking on publish.

[libraryofloveletters]

Hallways Hold Our Secrets

Jack Grealish x Fem!Reader

Warnings: reader is rodri's sister, secret relationships, jack is sooo nervous, they're terrible at hiding their relationship, big brother!rodri, awkward family dinners, alcohol and the consumption of, some cheekiness from jack and some brotherly teasing from rodri.

Word Count: 3.9k

Author's Note: I cannot believe it took me so long to write jack. also shout out to pooks for the basis of this idea + this gif has literally nothing to do with the fic. jack is just sexy that's all (also look at my other mans in the corner even tho I be wanting to beat him up sometimes)

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The message pops up on the top right corner of your laptop, you're certain it appeared on your phone as well but you're hoping he doesn't notice it.

Can I call you?

You click on it, typing back a response; I'm with him. Can it wait?

His reply comes just as fast; Just for a minute, I wanna hear your voice.

You shut the laptop, leaving it on the kitchen table. "Just gonna borrow this for a minute," you tell your brother as you grab your phone off the counter; he had been using it to get the recipe for dinner tonight since his was charging.

Rodri smiles, nodding. "Sure."

You disappeared around the corner, clicking the contact that frequents your call log. It barely got rang twice before he answered.

"Hi love," he sighs, as if he had dropped down to the couch. You smiled to yourself, leaning on the wall in the hallway. "Hi you."

"I miss you," he says, the words tugging on your heart. You could imagine the pout on his lips; coincidentally, also his favourite pose when he takes selfies.

"I saw you today, Jack." Your response comes out as a whisper, not wanting to be overheard.

"I know, is a man not allowed to miss his girlfriend?"

Once again, his words bring a smile to your face; girlfriend. That's what you were, even if it was a secret.

"You are," you smile.

Jack sighs, picking at his cuticle before he speaks again. "I wish you were here, I could use the company."

Man City had faced their first loss in a while. After being on a winning streak and the return from the treble winning season, this one hit them especially hard. To lose at home was even worse, it dug into them, rightfully so.

All of the boys were in a bad mood, Pep digging into them about what went wrong didn't help either. You had waited outside of the locker room in hopes of catching a quick moment with your boyfriend but he walked out with your brother who was more than ready to leave.

"Hermanita! Come taste this!" Rodri shouts from the kitchen and you sigh. "Me too, but another time, okay? I have to go."

"Yeah," Jack sighs, "I love you."

"Me too," you smile, hanging up before slipping your phone into your pocket. You walked into the kitchen, a smile on your face as your brother held the spoon out to you.

You tasted it, nodding. "It's good, needs a bit more pepper though."

"I thought so too," he nods in agreement, adding the rest of the chopped peppers that were sitting on the counter. "Where'd you go?" He asks as you return to your spot at the kitchen table.

"Needed my hair tie," you fib and his brows furrow. Your heart pounds in your chest when you notice his look, praying he didn't over hear your conversation. At the moment, it didn't occur to you that you had taken your phone with you and your lie made no sense.

"Your hair is untied."

"Yeah," you nod, "I couldn't find one."

Rodri nods, dismissing your words as he goes back to dinner, trying to finish up the last of it. Eventually he joins you at the table, your brother sits across from you, picking at the leftover pasta on his plate. "So, are you seeing someone ?"

You freeze, nearly choking on your juice. "What? Why would you ask me that?" You rubbed at your chest, looking at him with what you were certain was a confused look.

He shrugs, stabbing a piece of pasta. "You're 25, done university.. just seems like time to move on."

Your brother's displeasure with the last guy you dated was not something that he hid very well. He was a grade A douchebag, snotty and stuck up; when you look back, you wondered how you put up with all of his nonsense. You two dated from your second year of university up until right before your graduation.

During your last semester of university, you had taken a week off and came down to visit your big brother in Manchester. The break up was getting to you and it seems like everything around was a constant reminder of your wretched ex.

Rodri had taken you along with him to one of their home games, having you watch what your big brother does up from the stands as if you were 12 again, and afterwards you had gone down to find him and meet some of his teammates.

That was the first time you met Jack.

The two of you clicked instantly; a match made in heaven. From your personalities, to your sense of humour, to the way you dress and down to the way you texted were identical. You suited each other to a T.

It seems you two figured out as much as you went from not knowing each other to speaking every single day after you left Manchester.

Your older brother was aware that you and Jack were friends, but he didn't think much of it. He saw that you got along with quite a few of his teammates, which made him very happy.

What he didn't know was that you and Jack were more than friends.

Jack had come down to visit you during one of your off weeks. He didn't mention it to Rodri nor did you. The two of you decided that it would be your little secret until you've finished university and you can decide what to do from there.

It was just easier this way, there weren't any complications or strings attached if you decided to split up at the end of your semester.

You didn't realize that you'd find yourself in Manchester nor did you expect to fall in love with the midfielder so quickly.

Nodding, you clear your throat. "I will."

"I'm just happy you're over him, he was shit." Rodri says, clearing the table. You can't help the laugh that you let out, leaning back in your chair.

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Match day; your favourite day.

The Etihad was full from top to bottom, the crowd cheering their names, hoping that the team brings home a win. To nobody's surprise, they managed to bring home a win and four points.

You had gone down, waiting for your brother as they got cleaned up after the game. You were taking a photo of their treble wall, all the photos of them smiling and celebrating with their trophies.

The familiar scent of his cologne makes you smile, you can hear his footsteps and you figure he'll appear next to you, not pinch your hip and scare you.

"Dude!" You jumped, swatting his hands away. Your boyfriend smiles, his arms around your waist, pulling you into him.

"It's just me, relax," he whispers, chin on your shoulder. As the words leave his mouth, you melt against him; you can feel the warmth from his body, the mix of cologne trying to mask the sweat from 90 minutes on a pitch usually disgusted you but with him, it was tolerable.

Jack spoke, pulling you from your thoughts. "What are you doing out here?"

"Taking a picture," you lifted your phone to show him, flipping the camera to take a photo of the two of you. Both you and Jack make his favourite face; that duck face and then another one with you two smiling, and one more of him kissing your cheek.

His fingers mindlessly drumming against your stomach, looking at the photos on the wall when you snapped back to reality.

You weren't in your little bubble of safety with him; anyone could see you, your brother could see you.

It seemed unreal that you were 25 and still sneaking around, hiding your relationship from your big brother but it would be easier if you weren't dating his teammate.

You stepped away from Jack abruptly, the man's brows pulled together and there's a confused look on his face. "What's wrong?"

"Someone could see us," you step further away, creating some distance from the two of you. Jack looked even more puzzled than he did before.

"And that would be the worst thing because.." He trails off, looking at you. You roll your eyes, leaning on the wall as you look at him. "You know, 10 would look much better on you." He nods towards your jersey, there's a cheeky grin on his face and you roll your eyes yet again.

You had worn your brother's jersey, as you do most match days. "16 looks perfectly fine on me, thank you for your input."

"You'd look sexy in a plastic bag, babe. Just saying 10 would be better on you."

You don't get a chance to answer, your big brother comes around the corner. His hand rests on Jack's shoulder, patting it firmly before slinging it over his shoulder.

"What's going on here?" Rodri looks between you two and you shake your head. "Just saying hello to your sister," Jack says, smiling at his teammate.

Rodri hums, nodding as he glances between the two of you. "Did y/n ever tell you about that chocolate cake she makes?"

"No," Jack shook his head, "I don't think so." - A total lie. Jack has had that cake so many times before and you had even gone as far as giving him the recipe, which was a secret.

"Why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow? I'm sure y/n won't mind making it, would you?"

You shrug, "yeah I don't mind, but I'm sure Jack has plans."

You glance between your brother and boyfriend, wondering what the sudden dinner invite was about. It wasn't that Rodri and Jack didn't get along, because they did. It just struck you as odd because it's not one of the guys Rodri typically hangs out with outside of work related events.

"I don't," Jack smiles at you. "I'd be more than happy to come over. Should I bring something?"

"No, man. Don't worry about that, come over for 8."

"Sounds good," Jack nods, smiling as he walks off.

You look at your brother, arms folded over your chest. Your eyes narrowed on the man, trying to figure out his motive. "What was that?"

"What was what?" Rodri asks and you nod towards Jack. "The dinner invite."

"I can't invite my teammate to dinner?" Rodri's brows furrow, looking back at you.

"You can. Just find it odd, considering that you and Jack aren't close like that."

He shrugs, "just felt like having some company over. Other than your ugly face of course." There's a smile on his face as he looks at you. You pinch his side, the man pulling you into a headlock as you two walk down the hallway.

---

Shirt covered in butter, flour and eggs and you had finally put the cake into the oven to bake. Your phone buzzes once on the counter as you tidy up. It buzzes again, then again and again.

Finally, you set the rag down and walk over to check who it was.

From Jack: Babe!!!

From Jack: I'm freaking out bro

From Jack: I don't know what to wear

From Jack: *1 Image Attachment* Should I wear this??

The series of messages left you confused, as did his outfit choice. Jack had sent you a photo of the ugliest Gucci shirt he owned and there were quite a few of them in his closet.

To Jack: That is the ugliest shirt I've seen in my life.

From Jack: That's fucking rude

To Jack: Also why are you freaking out?? It's just dinner.

From Jack: Can you please just come help me??

To Jack: I have a cake in the oven

From Jack: So ??? Please come. It's an emergency.

You sigh, walking down the hallway to your brother's room. You knocked, waiting for them to answer before you peek into the room.

"I ran out of sugar and I need it for the icing. I'm gonna run to the store, can you keep an eye on the cake? It's got a timer running so just take it out when it's done."

Rodri nods, trying to make up his bed "Sure, don't be too long. It's almost 7."

"Yeah, I'll be back soon." You picked up his car keys off of his dresser. "Love you!" You called as you walked out of the room.

"Drive safely!" He shouts back and the front door slams shut.

It was a 15 minute drive to Jack's place, the elevator ride up felt like longer and you tumbled through your purse to find the key Jack had given you to his apartment.

"Where are you?!" You shout, setting your bag on the table, kicking your shoes off.

"Bathroom!" He calls back and you find your way to the bathroom. Jack's back was to you, shirtless and quite tanned for a guy living in Manchester. You find yourself leaning on the wall, watching as your boyfriend tumbled through one of the drawers for something.

Jack chuckles, "I can feel you staring."

"So?" you smiled at him when he turned to face you. "I can't stay long, so what do you need help with?"

He walks over to you, his arm looping around your waist. "I can't kiss my girl hello?" He asks, leaning into you. His cologne overpowering any other scent, the familiar smell made your head spin.

"You can," you smiled, holding his jaw gently as you kissed him. "Okay come on though, let's pick something out." You hold his hand, pulling him back to his bedroom.

Jack sits on the bed, watching as you search through the closet for something for him to wear. "I really don't understand why you're so freaked out for dinner. You've had dinner with Rodri before, haven't you?"

"Yeah, but at work stuff. This is different."

"How so?" You set a few choices on the bed. "I'm sure he's gonna be in sweats, Jack. No need to stress yourself out."

Jack looks over at you, "yeah but he invited me to his house. You're my girlfriend and he's your big brother. Even if he doesn't know, I want to make a good impression."

"That's sweet, now put this on." You smiled, handing him a forest green short sleeved button up you pulled out of the depths of his closet.

While Jack was getting ready, you searched through the drawers for a shopping bag you were sure he had left around. When you found out, you tumbled through his cupboards for a bag of icing sugar you knew you had left there and then you opened the fridge to get the butter.

"What are you doing?" Jack asks, appearing in the doorway.

"I told Rodri I was going to the store, I can't go back empty handed."

"So that means you need to take my butter?" He looks at you confused, fixing the sleeves of his shirt. You nodded, smiling at him as you walked to the door.

Jack follows behind you, watching as you put your shoes back on. "I've seen your bank account, you can afford to buy another tub of butter," you patted his chest, giving him a quick kiss before heading out.

When you returned home, the house was quiet. "Rod?" You called, walking into the kitchen to see your cakes on the stove cooling and the back door was open.

"Hey," your brother stepped back inside. "You're back."

"What's going on? " You look at him confused. "Why were you outside?"

"I figured we could eat outside tonight, it's nice out."

"Okay then," you turn your attention to your cake, starting on the icing. "Did you get everything you needed?" Rodri asks, scooping some icing up on his finger.

You smack his arm, the man smiles and sticks his finger in his mouth to taste the frosting. "I did."

"Okay, I'm gonna go take a shower." He kisses your cheek, walking off towards the bathroom. You rolled your eyes at your brother's theatrics and finished up on your cake, frosting it and sticking it in the fridge for the time being.

By the time you finished tidying up and setting up the last of what was needed for dinner, it was a few minutes to 8 o'clock. Rodri finds his way back to the kitchen in slacks and a polo shirt.

"You're dressed up," you glance in his direction, setting the last glass into the dish rack. "We have company coming, I'm not gonna eat dinner in sweatpants, y/n."

You chuckled, remembering what you had told Jack earlier. "Okay whatever you say."

The doorbell rings, Rodri makes his way over to open it and let Jack in. The two of them made small talk in the entryway as you wiped your hands on the kitchen towel. Upon finding the men, you realized both of them were far too dressed up for you to be in sweatpants.

"I see I'm undressed." You announced, making your presence known.

"Hi y/n," Jack smiles at you, handing the bottle of wine over to Rodri.

"Hi Jack," you smiled back at him, as if you hadn't seen him 40 minutes ago. "I'm going to go change, I'll meet you guys outside."

You left them to make their way outside while you attempted to pull together an outfit as quickly as possible. You pulled your hair out of the falling apart ponytail it was in and put on a sundress before making your way outside.

"Wine?" Rodri asks, after pouring some into Jack's glass. "Yeah, please." You smile at your brother, sitting in the chair that was on the left; between Jack and Rodri who were across from each other.

Dinner was quiet, the 3 of you chatting about life, football, the upcoming matches, your plans come the fall. Rodri lets you and Jack speak, it's like you had forgotten he was there altogether; it didn't take a scientist to see the chemistry between you two.

You and Jack were comfortable in each other's space, joking around like you had known each other for years, the type of thing you'd only see with a couple.

After dinner wrapped up, you cleared the table and brought the cake out. You cut three pieces, handing them over to the boys before sitting down and taking your own piece.

Rodri takes a bite, looking over at his teammate who does the same. "How is it?" He asks Jack.

The man nods, "good, it's great." He smiles at you and you return the gesture, taking a bite from your own piece.

Rodri nods, the fork in between his fingers as he points between you and Jack. "So.. how long has this been going on?"

You coughed, rubbing your chest after you almost choked on your cake. Jack on the other was completely pale, as if all the blood had drained from his body.

He starts, glancing between you and Rodri, unsure what to say. "Wh-uh.. what are you talking about?"

Rodri rolls his eyes, as if Jack thought he was stupid. He knew the two of you were seeing each other, it was painfully obvious. He had a suspicion and tonight's dinner was either going to make or break the thought. It just slapped a big old confirmed stamp on the two of you.

"I'm not blind, you know. I do pay attention, even when you think I'm not." Rodri says, looking over at you with an accusatory look on his face. You bite back a shy smile, lips pressed together as you look away from your older brother. "Plus, your bedroom is next to mine, y/n. Having him on speaker all night isn't exactly the slickest way of hiding a relationship."

You and Jack chuckled, looking at each other. "It's not that we didn't want to tell you-" "It was y/n's idea not to tell you." Jack butts in, throwing you under the bus so to speak.

"Shut up!" You groan, shaking your head. "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," you glance in the direction of your boyfriend. "I just wanted to see where it goes, if I'd stay in Manchester or not."

"And are you?" Rodri asks.

You take a moment to think, nodding. "Yeah, I think I will be."

"Good," your brother reaches over, patting your hand. "Does he treat you well?"

You rolled your eyes at his cliché question but you nod. "He does."

Rodri turns his attention to Jack. "If you hurt her, I'll hurt you." He tells his teammate, earning a laugh from Jack but you look at your boyfriend. "No, he will and I'll let him."

"Oh..." Jack looks between the siblings, jaw hanging open a bit. "Okay then."

The rest of the evening was quiet, you two gave Rodri a few details from your relationship, how long you'd be together and a few other things like that before you took the cake back inside.

Jack had gone to the bathroom and your brother finds you cutting another slice of the cake, putting it into a Tupperware bowl in the kitchen. "What are you doing?" He looks at you, confused.

You return the look, "packing a piece of cake for Jack? There's more than enough, Rod. You can have more tomorrow." You chuckled, putting the bowl into a bag.

"I don't think your clothes are gonna fit in there," Rodri tells you, leaning on the counter. You look at your brother, confusion all over your face. "What are you talking about, dude?"

"Go pack your bag."

"Are you kicking me out? I thought you were cool with-" "No dummy, I'm telling you to go spend the night with your boyfriend."

"Oh!" You laughed, walking over to give your brother a hug. "You're really okay with me dating him?"

"Would he have been my first choice? No, I thought you'd date a doctor or something boring like that but as long as you're happy and he treats you well, I'm 100% behind it."

"Okay," you smiled, kissing his cheek before running off to your room.

Jack and Rodri were in the entryway, your bag tossed over your shoulder as you skipped down the hallway towards them. Jack reaches for your bag, taking it from you.

"Thanks man," Jack nods at his teammate, Rodri smiles at him. "Anytime, take care of her, yeah? Drive carefully please."

"I'm a fantastic driver," Jack says, and you and Rodri exchange a look before laughing. Jack rolls his eyes, already knowing what you two were thinking. You hugged your brother once more, saying goodnight to him before heading down the driveway with him.

Once you were in the car, Jack looked over at you with a cheeky smile on his face. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"Shut up," you smiled, reaching over to hold his hand.

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Champion - Jack Grealish x Reader

Set after the UCL final.

Manchester City have won the Premier League.

Manchester City have won the FA Cup.

Manchester City have won the Champions League.

Manchester have completed the treble. They did it!

This event was historic not only have they become one of the clubs to complete the treble but also they have won the Champions League for the first time in the club's history.

It was an event that deserved to be celebrated.

When the final whistle went off Jack cried out with happiness. He collapsed on the ground and the tears flowed down his cheeks. His team mates came over and hugged him.

You felt your own tears fall as you watched Jack being interviewed shortly after.

"This is what I have worked for my whole life!" He said his voice cracking with emotion.

Once the interview was done you ran on to the pitch and went straight into Jack's arms. You hugged him, kissed him and congratulated him on the win. Jack couldn't speak instead he broke down in your arms and cried again. You rubbed his back and waited for him to get his emotions under control. Eventually Jack takes a deep breath and calms down.

"I can't believe we did it." He said with disbelief in his voice.

You brush his tears away with your thumb.

"I knew you would do it." You said with a nod. "I believed you I believed in all of you."

Jack presses his head against yours. You can feel his body trembling slightly against yours.

"God I..." Jack shakes his head. "I can't..."

"Shh."

You gently wrap your arm around him. You can see the tears forming in his eyes again. Jack is a sensitive soul, he gets emotional easily. You can still remember how nervous he was last night anxiously pacing up and down their room.

"What if I mess up? What if we lose cuz of me."

"Jack."

"I nearly cost us the FA Cup!"

You can still remember the look he gave you when he said that. The fear and guilt in his eyes was heartbreaking to look at. You assured him it wasn't his fault but Jack wouldn't let it go.

"If it wasn't for Gundo...Argh fuck!"

"Jack!"

You had be his rock last night. You had to give him the strength he so desperately needed.

Here now you had to be his rock again you knew in time Jack will break down again. You held on to him tight as you led him off the pitch. You took him somewhere private where he can compose himself and relax.

"I'm sorry." He shakes his head. "I must sound like a right wuss."

"Never." You kiss him on the cheek and run your fingers through his hair. "That's one thing you are not."

Jack blows out a sigh. He sits back and runs a hand down his face.

"Okay." He nods. "I think the water tank is empty now."

You laughed at that.

He brings his hand to your cheek and smiles.

"Thank you."

You smile back. Eventually you clear your throat.

"Shall we join the others?"

"Yeah we better they will wonder where we have gone."

"With you anything is possible." You chuckled.

"Hey I'm not that bad."

"Hmm." You tapped your chin and grinned.

Then laughter comes out of you as you run out of the room with Jack chasing you from behind.

.........

The Man City players all gathered around with their family and friends in the hotel to party all night long.

Jack stood on one of the tables with a beer in one hand and a microphone in the other.

"YOU'RE MY WONDER-WALL!" He sang loudly.

You chuckled. Jack was off key as usual. Despite singing terribly You enjoyed his performances. You loved the way his eyes lit up when the song came on, the way his smile grew as he reached the chorus and the way he threw his arms out as he hit the high notes the sight of it was both amusing and cute.

"Hey Y/N!" He reaches out towards You. "Come up here and sing with me."

You shook your head.

"I'm good."

Jack wouldn't let it go that easily. He leans forward slightly. He nearly fell of the table but Walker managed to grab him and pull him back up.

"Easy there mate." Walker said with amusement in his eyes.

"I wasn't going to fall." Jack waves his arms. "I had it all under control."

"Sure." Stones laughed as he sipped his beer.

"This one here is a menace." Haaland says as he gestures to your boyfriend.

"Ya think we are going to need some bodyguards for him. Make sure he stays out of trouble." Walker grinned.

"Well Haaland is tall enough." Stones nodded.

"And Walker is fast enough." Haaland grinned back.

"Ah sorry mate babysitting is not for me." Walker replied.

"I thought the job role was a bodyguard." You laughed.

"You did say that." Stones laughed along with you.

"They are the same." Walker argued.

"Hmm..." Everyone looked at each other. "...Na."

You and the footballers laughed. Meanwhile Jack carefully climbs off the table. He walks up to you with the microphone still in his hand.

"One song...Please?"

He gave you his best puppy eyes expression. You groaned. You could never say no to that face.

"Fine one song."

He smiles and takes your hand. Haaland helps you on the table. The song comes on. A cheesy song in fact. You again groaned but Jack happily puts his arm around you and begins to sing. You joined in with him. You both screamed when you reached the chorus. Everyone responded with a cheer and a clap as we finished the song.

Jack jumps off the table and opens his arms out to you.

"I won't let you fall." He promised you.

"I'll be here just in case." Stones joked as he joined his team mate.

You hesitated for a few moments. Then you said.

"Fuck it!"

You jump off the table. Jack catches you and spins you around. You squealed in delight as Jack went faster and faster. Seconds later he stops and gently puts you down. He then leans forward and kisses you on the lips.

That earned a few whistles from the players.

"Oi get a room you two!" Walker yelled.

You scoffed at that. Jack turns to his team mate and grins.

"I think I will."

...........

As soon as the door to your room was closed Jack immediately had his lips on yours. He kissed you passionately. The hunger he had for you all came pouring out into the kiss. You respond and kiss him back. Then you raise your hand and stop him.

"Wait." You gesture to his body. "Take off your shirt."

His lips tug upwards into a smirk.

"So we are playing that game huh?"

You smirked at him.

"It's a surprise."

He raises his eyebrow at that.

"Oh."

He removes his shirt.

"Now give it to me."

He tosses the shirt over to you.

"Wait here I'll just be a sec."

You go in the bathroom and close the door.

Jack sits on the bed and waits for you. A few minutes later you come out. When Jack's eyes go on you he gasps.

"You are wearing my shirt?"

You walk slowly over to him. You sway your hips in a seductive way.

"I am." You lean forward and whisper in his ear. "And I have nothing under it."

Jack held his breath as your words hit him.

"Now." You grin at him. "I want you to fuck me in the shirt you wore playing for your club the shirt you wore in the final. I want you to fuck me right here right now."

Something snapped in Jack then. He didn't need to be told twice.

You squealed as Jack grabs you by the waist and lies you down on the bed.

Shortly after Jack quickly removes the rest of his clothes and joins you on the bed. You open your legs out for him. A growl escapes Jack's throat as he eyes you up and down.

"Blue suits you." He says. He goes under the shirt and caresses your breasts. "Really really suits you."

"I know." You replied sounding smug.

Seconds later you gasp as Jack's tongue enters you. He licks you up and down. He sucks on your folds. His tongue rolls around your entrance all the way up to your thighs. He continued to do that until he reached the bottom of your belly.

"You taste so sweet." He kisses your belly button and smiles. "I can't get enough of it."

It wasn't long before Jack was back down there teasing you again.

"Fuck!" You cursed as he hit a sensitive spot.

That only encouraged him to push his tongue in even further. Each stroke sent a a jolt of electricity through you. You wanted to bring your legs in but Jack's board shoulders stopped you from doing that. So you bit your lip and shuddered as Jack fucked you with his tongue.

His wet tongue brushing against your warm sweaty skin made you groan and you found yourself begging for more.

"Argh Jack!"

But Jack declined your request. He removes his tongue and goes back on top of you again. You whimpered at the loss of contact.

"Now." He said his voice stern. "Turn over."

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Turn over?"

"I want to see my name."

His eyes are darken and his hands are clenched tight. You saw sweat already starting to form on his brow. Right now Jack looked like a predator ready to pounce on his prey. You thought that was so fucking hot.

"Sure sweetie." You teased him.

You grin as you roll on to your back. Jack caresses your bum and your thighs. He teased your entrance as he kissed your neck. You then felt his fingers trailing along the letters on the back of the shirt.

"You know what this says?" He asks.

"I do." You answered.

"What does it say?"

"Grealish."

Jack presses himself against you.

"And what's my name?" He asked his voice husky.

"Jack Grealish."

"And what am I?" He asked his accent becoming more board and heavy. You almost lost control by it.

"Y/N?"

"A champion! " You said with a sharp intake of breath. "You are a champion! "

You can feel the smirk growing on his face.

"You are right I am a champion. Hearing those words from you... that sounded so fucking good!"

You can feel his dick pressing up against your ass now. He is hard.

You smirked at that.

"Say it again." He ordered.

"A champion."

He growled at that. The growl sent a wave of goosebumps through you.

Damm!

"You know what this champion is going to do? This champion is going to fuck you until you wouldn't be able to stand."

You tensed up at that. The feeling of excitement started to rise inside you.

Suddenly you gasp as he goes inside you. He completely stretched you and touched places you didn't even know existed from this angle.

"Good babe good." Jack nodded as he went further inside you.

At first Jack started off slow. Eventually he picks up the pace and starts to thrust you hard.

You grip the sheets as each thrust hits you. A series of curses come spilling from your lips. At one point you buried your head into the pillow to stop yourself from screaming but Jack wouldn't have that Jack wanted to hear those sounds from you.

"Nah uh." He shakes his head. "I want to hear you love I want to hear you scream my name."

Jack grabs you by the ponytail and lifts your head up. His hold is tight but it wasn't uncomfortable. He kisses your neck again and around your ear. His lips on your skin made you moan with pleasure. You strain your neck to give him better access.

"You like that?" He breathed in your ear.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Jack."

"Jack what?" He is smiling against your cheek. You roll your eyes and laugh.

"Jack...The champion. "

His smile turns into a cocky grin. He grabs on to your waist tight which you are sure is going to leave bruises later and he goes faster.

"JACK!" You screamed his name out loud.

"That's it love." His grin widens. "Just like that."

You increase your hold on the sheets. You held them so tight your knuckles started to turn white.

You can feel that familiar fire at the bottom of your belly. You knew you are close.

"J...Jack." You said through clenched teeth. "I need to...I need to...AHHHH!"

Your cry made him moan.

"Fuck Y\N!"

Hearing that from him made you shake. You are going to have it let it out soon you couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Please." You begged him.

He strokes your back where the letters were and said.

"Go on babe."

You didn't need to be told twice. You cry out as you let it all out. Shortly after Jack followed. He then slumps against you and takes a shaky breath.

"Fuck." He muttered into your back.

Once Jack moves away you sigh and turn on to your side. Your legs are still trembling. Jack comes towards you and wraps you in his arms. You breathe in his scent and find yourself relaxing in his arms.

"That was amazing." Jack smiles at you. "Thanks for the idea Y\N."

You smile back at him.

"No problem...Hey Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"You know I'm proud of you right?"

He lifts his head to look at you.

"I know." He whispered.

Your smile widens.

"I will always be proud of you. My champion."

He grins at that.

"I am never going to get bored of that."

You laugh.

"I know."

He kisses your lips. His eyes shone with love.

"I love you Y/N."

You kiss him back.

"And I love you too Jack Grealish..."

You grin.

"...The champion."

The End

[mchlgayser]

FLINCH!

starring: jude bellingham x female!reader

warning: slight mentions of reader past's relationship, very angsty but with a fluff ending & not proofread

author's note: im a big fan of how this turns out, so good, better than what i had in mind tbh, didn't mean to make jude so red flag in here but things happened lmao.

song suggestion: tv by billie eilish

It was nighttime, past midnight, the clock strike two in the morning but still no signs of your boyfriend. You are well aware of the celebration party his manager arranged for him and the guys after they won an important match this evening but one thing that you don't get is that. For this long? He was out for all day, his match supposedly ended at 21:00 and now it's almost 03:00.

You are getting furious, partially worried and anxious, if you could drive his other car, you would have already done it hours ago revving to the club he's at but the problem is you don't drive. Your boyfriend never let you to.

Your body slumping on the leather couch, eyes boring glare on the door waiting and waiting.

The constant loud knocks on the door brought you back to life, grabbing your phone from the coffee table to see that it was now 4:03 in the morning. How furious you grew after that dashing to the door

His body immediately stuck on you like glue, his hands on his side as he rested his chin over the shoulder, you see Gio over the door 'Thanks for bringing him back.' You said, he nodded 'Try to convince him to go home but you know how he is..' You rolled your eyes 'Yeah, stubborn. Still thanks again, have a good night.' You closed the door after, bringing Jude back to your room which you silently pray for it to magically be on the first floor so that you won't have to drag him all the way.

Only a few steps up and you already gave up, he was giving up his weight on you, and your legs gave up, so you threw him down as he groan and sighed with a small smile 'You should just sleep here, I think.'

Give him a small fluff blanket, you draped it over his curled-up figure and undo some of his buttons 'Night.' You left after that having your best time sleeping on the king sized bed alone.

-

The next morning, Jude woke up feeling sort of discomfort and throbbing all over, his whole body is aching in pain and so is his head, probably the hungover from last night's event. His eyes are blurry, looking around but his neck are too sore for him to even twist it around. A couple of minutes has passed, he gained visions and now stunned seeing himself, sleeping on the stairs, not sleeping on his bed is one thing, no pillow is one thing.

His eyes averted to the living room, seeing you with a bowl of cereal in hand, your eyes were fixated on the movie that was playing. He tried getting up but he ended up falling back. He groaned in frustration 'Hey Y/n! Why am I sleeping here?' But you ignored him.

He grew frustrated getting up forcefully and went up to you 'Y/n? I'm talking to you.'

'Jeez, you are so loud for someone with a throbbing headache, leave me alone Jude.' He grab the controller from the table and switched off the tv 'Hey!' You growled, trying to get back but he silenced you with a side glare 'Stop it I-' He drops the controller, his head is aching in so much pain

You rolled your eyes, 'Take this pill.' He yanked it from you and you scoff 'What a jerk you are.' He sighs 'Leave me alone.'

'Nah uh, I said that first, you leave me alone, Jude.' You pointed out and sit back down.

-

The rest of the afternoon you've been ignoring him, well it's not like he's not ignoring you too. You do your stuff staying on the living room whilst he stayed in the room, '...Hey.' You heard him say, you noticed him from the corner of your eye but didn't budge 'C'mon Y/n, you can't stay mad at me forever?'

'Watch me.'

'Look I get it, I came home late last night but it's not like it was all the time right? Am I not allowed to have fun now? Do you think you can keep me in cage here forever? Come on, have some common sense.' You scoff 'This is so irrelevant, Oh my God! Go on have all the fun you want and come back every day at 04:00! You know what, I'm not even gonna complain! Go! Go partying, get drunk whatever, I don't even care anymore...' Your breath are rigid, out of breath, your chest violently bounced up and down

He huffed in disbelief 'Sometimes, I think it's better if I just don't go home at all you know, I'm so tired of your constant yelling and annoying rants, You are always onto me, pointing my mistakes, being absolute burden! This issue of yours I'm fucking tired of it! I'm tired of these pointless arguments! I'm tired of you!' Every spiteful word that are coming out of his mouth are like a knife, slashing into your heart multiple times.

His angry exhales, it was scary, reminiscing all your horrendous memories of your past. You eyes moist with warm tears cascaded your cheeks, it was hard to contains and you ended up crying a bit despite wanting to look tough

He sighed feeling frustrated at himself, it was't his intention to say such things, he was just mad that you've been ignoring him and not to mention the hungover from last night haven't yet subsided. He bring his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose but your next actions instantly brought tears to his eyes, he was shuddering in mistrust

Both of your hands are now in front of your face guarding it, your whole body fell to the floor as you yelped, your figure are in a major trembling state. He was stunned, could't be able to move 'Y/n...Did you...?' He was so out of words. Not once, never once this would cross his mind, the day you would become scared of him. In this poor shattering state. All because of him.

His hand wanted to hold out for you but he restrained himself, turning heels and left the house grabbing his jacket and slammed the door. You try muffling your sobs but the moment he left, you could't helped but wail and sobs like a broken child. You began hating yourself for this. How could you?! How could you think he would ever hit you?! But you could not helped it, your body acts on its own. You are too scared because of the argument.

You brought your knees to your chest hug it and cry, you don't know how fast time flies but Jude came home again, you are still in the same position but you are sleeping. His eyes soften nearing your structure and picking you up, how saddening it is for him to see you in this puffy-eyed state, cheeks stained with tears, lips bleeding slightly. He gently puts you to bed and tucked you in giving your temple and the tip of your nose a chaste kiss.

He was about to leave, ready to take the guest room to sleep but you hold his hand, your eyes barely opened but he could see that it was reddish and swell 'Hey...' He croaked, tucking one strand of your hair behind your ear. He was cautious as he sat beside you by the edge of the bed with your hand still holding his.

He was hesitant 'I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean what I said, at all. I'm just... Mad because you ignored me but I understand. You can stay mad as long as you want, I'll make it up to you, months, years, decades and forever so please don't leave me.' You hold tightens, sending him a small lazy smile 'No I'm sorry Jude, I know you won't hit me it's just... I think I'm being paranoid. You know how shitty my past relationships are.' He adjusted the hold, hands now entangling

'And I promise not to make you feel that way anymore, from today onwards, no sorrow for you. At least not from me. I won't treat you like they did. I won't became the asshole and treat you like an object. You are one kind of treasure. That one that needs to be held carefully so it won't break. I promise to take a better care of you.' He boops your nose and smile giving you a long kiss on the head and hugs your form

'Come on, sleep with me.' He get under the bed beside you, his body facing you with one arm stretching out and tucks it under your head and the other arm resting on your waist caressing it. Your head against his broad chest and hugging him close to you, closing your eyes with a contempt sigh 'I love you Jude.' Her hums, kissing the top of your head and murmur; 'I love you too babe.'

[footballerimaginess]

It's yours

From daily prompt list - i'm pregnant and it's yours Jack Grealish Word Count: 479 You stood in front of the pregnancy test as you waited for the results to come through, the last few minutes had felt a lifetime. You were usually incredibly careful when having sex, but this time you weren't so careful for whatever reason.

You had always wanted to become a mother, but this wasn't what you had in mind at all. Watching the test as it changed to two lines. "Fuck" you called out as you examined the test again. "Fuck fuck fuck" you muttered under your breath again as you were still in complete disbelief. The last few days you weren't feeling yourself at all, your boobs were hurting so much way more than usual. You just assumed it was your period due but when you looked at your period app you realised that you were late. This was all because of the one night stand that you had with Jack, it was the complete spur of the moment and you weren't expecting a baby becoming the result of it. "We need to chat, are you free? x" you pressed send to the text anxiously waiting for Jack's reply. You were so nervous waiting for him to reply because how would he even respond, you were just so scared. "Yes, shall I come over?" he sent as you read it. "Please" you replied as you now paced up and down the room anticipation waiting for his arrival. There was a buzz at the intercom as you let Jack up in the flat as you waited at the door for him. "Hey, what's up?" he mumbled as he pressed a kiss on your cheek. "Just need to talk that's all" you smiled as you shut the door behind him as he made his way to the sofa. "Okay" he replied as you sat opposite him. "I'm pregnant and it's yours" you blurted out, not really expecting it to come out of your mouth that quickly. "But you told me you were on the pill?" he questioned. "I am, we also used protection. I don't know what happened, Jack I am sorry" you whispered, barely making eye contact and keeping your eyes on the floor. "Sorry I wasn't accusing you of anything, I am just in shock that is all" Jack replied as you agreed. "I am too, look" you showed him the tests that you had in your pocket. He took the tests from you as he examined them. "Wow, so what are we going to do?" he asked. "I don't know Jack, it is all too much to think about right now. I nee to get my head round it, sorry" you whispered. "Okay but we do need to talk about it eventually, we can't ignore it" you nodded because you knew Jack was right but you couldn't think straight right now. "I will. I promise" you whispered. Would you like part 2?

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MASTERLIST 

Christmas prompt list

Formula 1 (formula 2):

charles leclerc

pierre gasly

daniel ricciardo

carlos sainz

pato o’ward

mick schumacher

sebastian vettel

lewis hamilton

max verstappen

dennis hauger

arthur leclerc

toto wolff

George Russell

Jenson Button

Esteban Ocon

Harry Styles

Football players:

Jude Bellingham

Phil Foden

Mason Mount

Jack Grealish

Pablo Gavi

Pedri Gonzalez

Marvel

captain america

matt murdock

tony stark

loki

thor

peter parker

bucky barnes

natasha romanoff

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✨FIC UPDATE✨

A Conversation With Ralph — Jack Grealish

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

Cheater — Declan Rice

Her boyfriend has another girlfriend. As her best friend, Declan feels like she has to know about it. It's definitely breaking her heart, but maybe it's not going to be as bad as she thought.

When You’re Not Looking — Mason Mount

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

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[chilly-me-softly]

The photo • Jack Grealish

It's pouring rain, you can't see the back of your hand. The car has stopped along the road and in an attempt to want to call someone to pick you up you realise you've left your bag in the office. What else could be added to the list of the worst night of your life?

It sounds like the beginning of a horror movie, or the end of your life. But you don't want to panic, you're trying to stay as clear-headed as possible to figure out the best thing to do at that moment.

"Okay, I can stay here and wait for the rain to stop at least. But it could take all night and there seems to be someone in the house there. I just have to be brave and-" a sharp tap on the window makes you startle, with your heart pounding in your throat you throw yourself out of the car. Bad move when you think of all the movies you've seen but you've definitely been known to not think too much before acting.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"What you have been doing outside my house for days!" a guy with an umbrella yells at you as if he hasn't just given you a heart attack. And you certainly don't let him get away with it, yelling to be heard from above the rain that has already drenched you.

"Excuse me?"

"You journalists just don't have an ounce of dignity"

"Please, who knows you!"

"Wait... you're not a journalist?"

"No I'm not"

"Who are you then?" faced with your merely furious face, the boy seemed to change expression raising an eyebrow and perhaps wondering if he was really wrong.

"Just a loser I guess. My car broke down and I don't have a way to call for help" you sigh and in that instant a gust of wind to turn the boy's umbrella upside down, thus leaving him without his protection.

"Come into the house"

"What? No way" maybe it's just your wounded pride from the scare or the slight fear that all the stories you hear around has established within you with time, but the proposal doesn't entice you at all. Even if you are alone, with no way of getting home and no money.

"Come into the house with me, come on" but then you reconsider looking him in the eyes and deciding only to trust him, starting to run after him to the front door of his house.

"Hold on let me get you a towel"

"Thanks" you murmur again in front of the door, this time inside though, waiting for him to return without moving so you don't make a mess.

"Jack. My name is Jack"

"(y/n)"

"Bathroom is down the hall if you need it"

"Thanks really, but I just need to make a phone call"

"Here. The least I can do after almost assaulting you" you dab at your hair to keep it from dripping, picking up his phone and dialling the one number you had memorised over time and which had earned you much teasing from your family.

-

"I got you a shirt while I was at it" Jack had given you your privacy on the phone call, going to change having soaked himself a little. The call had been short-lived, your brother would arrive as soon as the storm faded, and in waiting for the host you had walked into his living room. There was a fireplace burning and your body had been drawn to it, seeking warmth after all that water had made you a piece of ice, hanging your jacket on a chair and pulling it closer to dry faster.

You didn't want to pry, your gaze had begun to wander on its own over the countless photos placed on the fireplace frame. Jack with his family, Jack with some boys, maybe his friends, with children. And yeah, reaching out to see the frame hidden by the others had been your idea.

"What happened?"

"Why do you have a photo of me on the chimney?" as usual you didn't think, you could have run off without saying anything and waited for your brother outside. It would have been better than getting killed by someone who is so obsessed to keep your picture instead of replacing it for the one he bought the frame for in the first place. You knew that job would bring you trouble sooner or later.

"Your what?" a flash of alarm passes through his eyes and there it is, you think, the way you're going to die. But the doorbell rings and suddenly you are relieved because your brother is there with you. Because it must be your brother, or you don't know what else to do.

"Wait a minute. It's not what you think" the boy rushes to the door, grateful for whoever it is but not so grateful that he didn't check before opening it after all.

"Oh Jack you're home. I saw the lights on in passing, thought I'd check to see if you were there"

"Megan this isn't a good time and we've already talked about it, you can't just come over whenever you want" but she pretends not to hear him going straight into the living room.

"Megan" Jack hurriedly goes after her trying to stop her but she is already in the room and more importantly she saw you.

"So it's true" this other stranger approaches you, "You"

"Have we met?" you are confused, disappointed at the face of another unknown person. All that could easily be a dream, it could make sense only that way.

"You have no chance with Jack. You're just a rebound he'll soon throw away" and you really aren't getting it, but her intimidating tone prompts you to react. You might as well have some fun.

"You're the previous one?"

"Excuse me? How dare you"

"What, you get to say whatever you want and I don't?" the grin on your face sends her over the edge, you can almost see the smoke coming out of her ears.

"You're a bitch! Jack will never love you like he loved me!" and then icing on the cake, you find yourself wet again because of her and a glass of water on the coffee table nearby.

Jack almost drags her away after that, while the chick still screams like a desperate woman in a vain attempt to make the guy feel sorry for her.

"Guess I'll take that shirt"

-

"I'm sorry about what happened" you had taken some time to change your shirt, thinking whether it was better to stay there until your ride arrived or face everything else. When you'd come out, Jack's mortified face was the first thing you'd seen.

"Who was that?!"

"My ex"

"She knows the meaning of the word ex right?!" he chuckles, running a hand over his face, exhausted.

"If she didn't know before she does now" he mutters and you flash a smile before going to sit down on the couch next to him.

"Why did she believe I was your girlfriend?" he stays silent, shifting his body forward so you can't see his face properly and sighing. "For that photo" he admits.

"Oh right, you still owe me an answer"

"Listen, I had just bought the frame and that picture was already in it. I might have made her think that--that we were together. But only to get her off my back I swear"

"Crazy" and maybe if all that hadn't happened that night you wouldn't have even believed him, all so surreal.

"Yeah" your eyes meet for the first time since his confession, you give him a small reassuring smile. Certainly much lighter than a few moments ago.

"I thought you were going to kill me" you suddenly admit to lighten the mood, the boy at your side laughs surprised.

"What?"

"That's true! A shiver down my spine seeing my face there in that frame. Only my mother has one like that"

"I'm sorry. I never thought I'd meet you" he chuckles again.

Then a honk echoes through the air, a quick glance outside tells you that this time it really is your brother.

"Well I gotta go"

"Okay. It was nice meeting you" Jack lowers himself slightly to leave a kiss on your cheek.

"Bye fake boyfriend"

[sergioperez4life]

My babies are back. 🥺🥰

[final-script]

Decisions | Jack Grealish

Pairing: Jack Grealish x Reader

Sumary: When they decide to take the step from being private to being private but not secret.

Warnings: English is not my first language !!!.There are probably many mistakes (I will correct them later),

a/n : Honestly, I don't know if it makes any sense what I just did, but I hope you enjoy them.

Gif: packjoker

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They both scrutinized every moment they shared alone.

Jack knew what the press is like, so since he met you and both decided to start a relationship, they decided to keep him private for at least a while.

Being able to enjoy your boy, without having people who are continually criticizing what they were doing, is beautiful.

It was beautiful, but at the same time stressful, having to go out and do everything secretly, stopped being something fun, after the first few months.

Were you willing to put up with it? Yes, because you enjoyed every moment with Jack.

But… As in most cases, there was a very big but, you liked privacy and everything that came with it, but… At the same time you wanted to be able to show off a little about your relationship.

(…)

One night while having dinner at Jack's house, it seemed that the two wanted to talk about it.

For a few weeks, Jack had begun to imagine, how you would look in the area for relatives at games, wearing his number, with his family.

J- there is something I want to talk to you about. You could notice your boyfriend somewhat nervous, you did not know if as much as you were, but you could notice it.

Y/N- it seems that we think the same, I must also mention something, but since you mentioned it, tell me. You cheered him up.

J- for a few weeks, I've been thinking about it and I would like us to make it public, I would like to see you in the games using my number, that you are with my family cheering me, if you think I am filling too much fast, please tell me.

Y/N- I don't know how, worse you've read my mind, I know we enjoy our privacy, but I think it's getting stressful and I know you want to protect me from the press, but believe me that little will matter what they say, as long as we are together.

Taking his hand at the table.

Y/N- we can also remain private, only now everyone will know.

J- for a moment I thought you would say no.

Y/N- oh, believe me, as much as I value our privacy, I'm not going to miss the opportunity to show off my boy.

J- nor I to my girl. You knew he was very capable.

That night he went to bed with the agreement that little by little they would start posting about each other on their instagram and maybe after going publicly to one of their parties they would make an official post.

(...)

Several instagram posts later, they could see how you were welcomed by people, some Jack fans thanked you for the photos you posted of him, which seemed funny to you and there were also some hate comments that they clearly chose to ignore.

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ANOTHERS

Mommy and Daddy - John Stones x Reader

The Best Kept Secret - Arthur Leclerc x Reader

[riahollywood]

hi! 🙋🏻‍♀️ been sent over from the world of wattpad. looking forward to exploring more…

i’m ria, an unfortunate man united fan with a crush on far too many men way out of my league

big fan of the faces of:

erling haaland

jack grealish

marcus rashford

christian pulisic

kylian mbappe

jude bellingham

martin odegaard

john stones

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flatline - an Erling Haaland fic

https://www.wattpad.com/story/335891901-flatline-•-erling-haaland

[blondie20000]

Massage- Jack Grealish x Reader

Y/N paused the episode she was watching when she heard her boyfriend coming down the stairs. He slumps down in the spot next to her and sighs heavily.

"You alright?" She asked.

"Yeah I'm good." He replied.

Y/N looks at him. His eyebrows are furrowed, his jaw is clenched and his shoulders are hunched together.

"You sure?" She asks with a frown.

She raises her eyebrow at him. Jack again let's out another sigh.

"Just worried that's all."

"Worried?" She laughs. "You?"

"Big game coming up." Jack bites his lip. "I can't screw this up."

"Well you are not going to screw this up." She assured him.

"I need the goals Y/N." He looks at her. "I don't want to lose my spot."

"But you won't." She smiled. "You been brilliant recently you heard the fans cheering your name? Super...Super Jack."

She begun to sing the infamous chant. Jack huffs a small smile but he remained tense.

"It is just always in the back of my mind ya know." He said his voice quiet.

Y/N sighs. Although her boyfriend has been on fire at Manchester City since the World Cup he still thinks he needs to do better he thinks he still needs to prove himself to the manager, his teammates and the fans having all that burden and worry on his shoulders it sometimes does weigh him down.

I wish I can take all the stress away from him.

Then she had an idea.

"Say..." She scooted closer to him. "How about a massage?"

"I haven't got the time to book one of those Y/N."

"No no." She shakes her head. "I'll do it."

Jack blinks.

"You?"

"Uh huh." Her hands rest on his shoulders. "I can make you...relaxed." She grinned.

Jack looked conflicted.

"I don't know."

"Oh come on...we barely spend time together as it is...this is a perfect opportunity." She gives him a devilish smirk. "I don't bite."

Jack gives her a knowing look knowing so well she totally knows how to bite with the amount of love bite marks she leaves him every time they have sex he always has to cover it up with a snood in training. Eventually the footballer gives in.

"Alright fine but go easy on me okay?"

" Of course... " She again smirks.

"...I'll be gentle."

..........

Jack sat on the bed with nothing expect his boxers on. Y/N sat behind him. She squirts some oil on her hands.

"Alright we'll do the shoulders first."

She then begins to rub the oil into his shoulders. Jack let out a groan as his girlfriend digs her nails into his skin. She applies pressure to the back of his neck and slowly feels the tension melting away from Jack's shoulders.

"Is that good?"

" Hmm. " He replied.

"Side to the side...yeah! That's it! Good...Good."

Jack turns his head and allows her to access all the hidden spots. He again groans as she pushes her fingers into those spots. After a while Y/N let's to and asks.

"How does that feel?"

Jack rolls his shoulders and nods.

"Great it feels great."

"Relaxed yet?"

"A little bit."

"So you want more?" He nods with a cheeky grin. "Alright on your stomach then."

Jack did as he was told. Y/N got so more oil and starts to rub it into his back.

"Fuck that feels so good." He muttered under his breath.

Y/N rubs up and down his board, muscular back. She licks her lips as his muscles clench under her touch. She then used her elbows to apply pressure. She digs into his back and she made sure every part of his back is covered in oil. As Jack enjoyed the massage Y/N uses one hand to lower his boxers. With a smirk she grabs his ass cheek and squeezes it.

"Y/N!" He yelps in shock.

She gives him an innocent smile.

"All part of the process honey."

Jack turns his head and frowns.

"I don't remember the City staff grabbing my ass?"

"Yeah but mine is special one of a kind you could say you can't get this deal anywhere else I do the whole package here...I mean the whole package."

She waggled her eyebrows in a suggestive manner. Jack raises his eyebrow an amused expression shows on his face.

"Really?"

"But I can stop if you like..."

"Nah." He shakes his head. "Keep going...I like it."

"So you should this is a five star service baby." Y/N opens the drawers. "Just need to add more pressure." She gets out several items and puts it in front of her. "Okay but first I need you to go up slightly I want that pretty little ass in my face."

Jack obeyed with a "Yes Ma'am."

Then Y/N slides one finger in.

"Fuck!" Jack cursed.

His girlfriend goes in and out. She then slides another two fingers in. She saw Jack's muscles becoming tense underneath her.

"That's it baby! You are all nice and stretched for me!"

Jack goes face down on the pillow and moans.

"Damm! Y/N."

Y/N kept her fingers steady as she continued to fuck her boyfriend. While she did that she looked for the spot she knew would make Jack fall apart. Just then she heard a sharp intake of breath coming from below. She smirks at his reaction.

"Right there?" She pressed her fingers on the spot again.

"Fuck yes! Right there...Right there." Jack gasped.

His face is starting to turn pink and sweat is forming on his brow. His girlfriend marvelled at his reaction. She was enjoying this.

She again presses down on the spot.

"Does that feel good?"

"God yes!"

Jack closes his eyes. His legs started to shake. Y/N runs a hand down his thighs and smiles. Then she removes her fingers and leans forward.

"What's the password?" She whispered in his ear.

Jack tensed up at that question.

"Sunflower." He answered his voice already starting to sound breathless.

Her boyfriend knew what is coming next.

"Good boy." She cooed to him as she opens the lube. Once the dildo was glistening with lube Y/N straps it on herself. "You ready for my cock now baby?"

A weak "Yes!" Followed. Y/N then positions the tip in her boyfriend's entrance.

"I'm going to go slowly if you want me to stop just say the password okay?"

Once she got Jack's approval she starts to slowly insert herself in. When the cock head was inside Jack gripped the bedsheets tight.

"You okay?" She asked with concern. Jack nods. "You want me to continue?" Another nod. So she continued to push in while keeping her hands on his hips.

She rubs his back and his hips as he let out a whimper. He buried his head in the pillow and enjoyed the feeling of his girlfriend inside him.

"Ahh Y/N! That feels so fucking good!"

Y/N's hips are flushed with his ass. It felt so good it felt so hot Y/N can already feel the heat forming at the bottom of belly.

"Please Y/N." He begged her.

Not wanting Jack to wait any longer she slowly lets herself out. When no sound of discomfort or pain came from Jack she then thrusts herself in. Jack gasps and moans with pleasure the noise is like music to her ears.

"That's it baby that's it." She praised him as she continued to thrust him. "You are doing so well!"

He curses her name again followed by a series of pleas, moans and begs that only encouraged her to pick up the pace. God Jack Grealish produced some beautiful fucking sounds.

As she pounded into him she felt his length slapping against her stomach every time she bottomed out. He pushes his ass into her and cries out as the need to release started to consume him.

"Y/N...I got to...I got to... " He grits his teeth as another wave of pleasure hits him. He grips the bedsheets so tight his knuckles started to turn white. "Please Y/N!" He whines her name.

God he sounded so fucking hot.

Y/N leans forward.

"Baby! Cum...Cum for me cum on my cock!"

The last part she said in a stern tone. Jack let out a cry as he let's it all out. Y/N throws her head back and cherishes the sounds that came from his lips. Once Jack came down from his high Y/N removes herself and turns him gently on his side. The bedsheets are stained but she will deal with that later. She then got a wet towel from the bathroom and stars rubbing it on her boyfriend's burning body.

"How do you feel?" She asked him.

Jack lifts his head up to look at her.

"Knackered." He answered.

She chuckled at that.

"And relaxed?" She teased him.

He flops back down on the pillow and lets out a sigh.

"God that was intense." He muttered as he turns his head towards her. "Sorry sweetheart but I think it is for the best if the professionals do it in the future."

She does a playful jab to his arm.

"Hey!" He said pretending to be mad.

He then laughs and pulls her in against his chest. He kisses her head.

"I'm joking...Nah I am actually being serious now I really loved it. It definitely took my mind off things. I am feeling stress free. " He grinned.

"Mission accomplished." She grins back.

Jack leans forward and brushes his lips against hers. She responds and kisses him back. His hand then goes under her shirt towards her bra. Y/N raises her eyebrow at him.

"You sure?"

He replies with a devilish smirk.

His girlfriend quickly removes her clothes and joins him under the covers.

The End