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Would you write for Jorgi, having a kid with someone else and he’s scared to tell the girl he’s dating because everyone before her just ran off the second they got to know. Y/n eventually comes by without letting him know when he has the kid over and she meets him/her and it’s just really fluffy and she gets along well with his kid. And he’s super surprised but also happy. I’m sorry it this is weird :)

𝐩𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 — jorginho

summary: you showing up out of the blue was shocking for jorgi, but not in the way he expected.

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"Goodnight, my sweet," Jorgi cooed quietly to his daughter, rubbing his hand over her head as she finally dozed off. It was his weekend with her, and he'd cancelled on a date night with you today as he still couldn't find it in himself to tell you. How do you tell someone you have a kid? Shouldn't you make it known on your first date? He'd given you the stupidest of excuses: saying he was feeling quite tired from his week of training.

The pair of you had been dating for a few months, finally calling it official at the start of the year. It was now March, and Jorgi was still holding back the fact he had a daughter. He wasn't ashamed of it, far from it, all he wanted was to show her off to you. But he didn't know how you'd react, he didn't know whether or not you liked children or not.

He'd told his little Eloise all about you. How pretty you were, how funny you were, how much you made her daddy happy. She was curious, always asking to meet you. But Jorgi could never give her that, not yet, anyway.

As much as Jorgi missed you, he was excited for his weekend with his precious Lu. It was a nickname she'd given herself, after trying to say her name for the first time. Jorgi cherished that moment, and now stuck to calling her Lu.

It was a Saturday morning, and Lu had woken up her daddy earlier than any of his working days. She leaped onto the bed and shook him, her messy, brunette hair falling into his face. Grimacing, Jorgi finally opened his eyes and smiled at his daughter, pulling her into a tight squeeze.

"Morning, amor." He croaked, as he could feel her already pulling away.

"Morning daddy, can we play in the puddles?" She asked, looking over to the droplets on the windows. And Jorgi sighed, everything reminding him of you. You loved the rain, and all the horrible British weather. He knew that if you ever met Lu, you'd bond over your love for the rain. And it always kept him hopeful.

"Sure we can, but we need breakfast first."

Lu was sat in her chair at the island, Jorgi cutting some fruit to put alongside the waffles he'd made. And he was startled to receive your usual text in the morning, his cheeks warming at the few hearts you’d sent alongside your message.

Morning, darling. Hope you’re feeling well rested today! ❤️❤️❤️

This was going to be a quiet day for him and Lu, and he could only dream that you'd get to spend it with them at some point in the future. That was if you didn't run away at the sound of him being a father, having to be around a kid sometimes, not even knowing whether you liked the idea of having children or not. It was too soon, but the longer he left it, the heavier it was going to sit on him.

You were browsing the aisles of Sainsbury's, a basket in your hand as you scanned the shelves for things Jorgi would love. You were planning to surprise him with a bag of goodies, and hope to cure his exhaustion with a bit of TLC. Of course, the thought of intruding sat on your mind, and you'd hoped he wouldn't mind you showing up uninvited.

Once the bag was secured, you lugged it to your car and began your journey to Jorgi's home. It was quite a way away, as he lived in a private area, and you didn't mind the dreadfully long journey. Just before you left the car park, you checked your phone, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of his message on your lockscreen.

Morning, my angel. ❤️

Jorgi was not expecting to hear a knock at his door. At noon. Lu's mum wasn't due until tomorrow, no deliveries due today, nothing. So he left Lu to watch Paw Patrol, and answered the door. There you were. An overflowing Sainsbury's bag in your hand and a huge smile on your face. His first instinct was to hug you, kiss you, pull you into his house and refuse to let you leave. But his daughter was here, the one he'd been going out of his way to hide from you.

"I bought the hot meal deals you li-" Your sentence was cut short by the introduction to Paw Patrol, the show you were unfortunately familiar with due to babysitting your twin nephews. Your eyes scowled, Jorgi could see the cogs struggling to turn in your brain, this was it. The façade was over.

"Why are you watching Paw Patrol?" You asked, letting the bag sit by your feet as you waited for Jorgi to answer. He stood there, a nervous smile on his face.

Before he could even begin to answer, Lu came running out of the living room. And Jorgi had lost the opportunity to say she was a relative, when the little one asked for her daddy.

"Daddy?" She called out, looking in the direction of the kitchen and finally turning to see him and you by the door. It was a strange situation, because Eloise knew you, but you knew nothing of her.

"Surprise?" Was all Jorgi could manage to say.

You were sat on Jorgi's couch, bewildered as you had his daughter on your lap. She began talking to you about Paw Patrol, and you responded with as much enthusiasm as she gave to you. Jorgi's heart was melting at the sound of you two from the kitchen, as he made you a tea. He knew it was a lot to take in, hence he was making you your favourite beverage.

Jorgi brought it through, placing them both onto the coffee table and telling Lu to go back to playing with her Bratz dolls. You held the mug in your hands, letting the hot drink warm up your cold fingertips. You planned to cuddle and binge watch something on Disney+ together, not find out he had a daughter.

"I meant to tell you sooner, and I understand if you don't want to-" Jorgi was beginning his apology, eyes flooded with concern as he bared the thought of losing his girlfriend today, his first girlfriend since his last messy breakup.

"I don't care that you have a daughter," you spoke, quiet so Lu didn't pay any attention to you, "not like that," you quickly apologised, "she's adorable, I love her already, but I wished you would have told me as soon as we began dating. I would've been well acquainted with her by now."

Every ounce of pressure Jorgi was feeling had now dissipated, and he had a quick burst of hope for the future with you and Lu. "I'm sorry."

"You are the pretty lady!" Lu exclaimed, startling the pair of you out of your conversation and looking at her as she shoved the shoes onto her doll. Little did she know you still had two boxes worth of Bratz accessories and dolls you'd been waiting for an excuse to use.

Jorgi nervously laughed, hoping his own daughter didn't embarrass him by spilling everything he'd said about you to her. But what else were kids put on this Earth for if not to embarrass you?

"My daddy talks about you, you're the pretty lady," she admitted, pointing at Jorgi but looking at you. She had the tone of a kid who thought they were very wise for knowing something that was common knowledge, and you loved it. She resembled Jorgi so much, in so many different ways, it was hard not to laugh with her.

"Really?" You asked, looking over to your boyfriend, who sat there with a reddened face.

Eloise had quickly changed interests after glancing at the raindrop-adorned window. "Daddy, can we play in the puddles now?"

Jorgi's mind went to you again, knowing how much you loved the rain and everything it did to the Earth. He could see you getting on with his daughter so well. "Yes, you can. Do you know who else loves the rain and puddles?"

Eloise frowned, waiting for her daddy to answer himself.

"Y/N does."

The little one gasped, standing in front of you and grabbing your hands. "Come on, let's go. Let's play in the puddles!"

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His Latest Obsession

Summary: In which Jorgi becomes obsessed with a certain body part on his best friend’s body. 

Song: Na Na by Trey Songz Quote: “Take me home and I’ll make you a very happy man.”

A/N: This was meant to come out way earlier, also sorry for any incorrect Italian and for this being shorter than I had planned.

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“Can you get the usual box of cereal please micetta.” Jorgi asked as he looked down at the shopping list, one hand pushing the trolly and one holding the list, his head was looking down, but he suddenly stopped when he heard her voice tell him to wait. He looked round the shopping cart and instantly had to stand up straighter as he let out a low breath of air at the sight of her bent over to tie her shoelaces, but the thoughts ran out of his mind the moment the moment she raised back up and turned around to give him a soft smile.

He couldn’t help the thoughts that just rushed through his mind, to be honest he shouldn’t have thought it at all as she was his best friend – who was now living with him after a sort of recent breakup – so now he was living with his best friend…his super-hot, single, best friend who he couldn’t help but have feelings for and be obsessed with her arse.

His eyes would just always find it and he could never act on it as she wasn’t his girlfriend, she was just his super fit, single friend who’s his type and living in his guest room.

The obsession didn’t help later that day either when they went to a club together with some friends. The lightly blond male was perched on a bar stool with Mason on one side and Ruben on the other, both making conversation round Jorgi whilst he thought of nothing of their matter.

Jorgi rested his chin in the palm of his hand, elbow resting on the bar as his eyes stays glued to the beauty on the dance floor. Her little black dress rode up her thigh as she swayed to the music, her back was to him too meaning his eyes was stuck on latest obsession.

She looked over her shoulder to look at him, throwing a wink his way with a smirk and Jorgi could swear his face went brighter than the sun right there and then, not realising she knew about how much of a creep he’s been of looking at something he shouldn’t.

But yet again it didn’t seem like she minded as she turned around and pulled down the hem of her dress, she bent down slightly too and Jorgi never shot out of his seat quicker and made his way down to her as of right now. His arms wrapped round her waist, gently pulling her to stand as he planted his hands on her stomach, face tucking into her neck as a million thoughts rushed through his mind.

“You know,” Y/n ticked her tongue on the root of her mouth, ready to tease the Italian who was holding her from behind. “You can’t really stare at my arse if you’re holding me like this.” Jorgi laughed slightly as he nuzzled his face further into her neck to hide his blushing cheeks.

“Couldn’t help myself micetta,” he muttered but instantly groaned when he felt Y/n starting to dance up against him, her arm wrapping round him as she leaned the back of her head against his shoulder as she felt Jorgi make his move by pressing light kisses to her neck. “Me amore-”

“Shh,” she turned around in his arms, his face moving away from her neck as it moved to rest against her forehead, his hands moving to hold her waist as she wraps her arm round his neck once again. “I might be a little tipsy,” she warns him, “but I like it when you look at me.”

“I always look at you micetta,” he whispers to her, eyes falling to her lips quickly before looking into the eyes he fell in love with a thousand times.

“I know,” she utters back with a smile. She learns forwards to brush her pink painted lips against his, teasing him with the taste of her before she leaned closer and kissed him. His eyes widen before closing, allowing himself to get lost in the way her lips felt against his, and his hands moved down to arse to give it a little squeeze, and he ate up the moan she let out in his mouth as he did so, smirking ever so slightly at the power he has over her now that he uses his obsession. He gives it a light tap before both hands stay planted on there as she detach herself from him. “Take me home,” she whispers, and his eyes deepen with lust at the sound of that. “Take me home and I’ll make you a very happy man.”

And Jorgi didn’t need to be told again as he interlocks his hands with hers, making sure she walks in front first so he could get another good look at her arse before he moved to walk next to her, arm wrapping round her waist to pull her close into his side, thumb rubbing against the material on her hip.

He didn’t know what would happen between the two of them after tonight, whether they become official, or friends with benefits, or this be a one night stand that be never spoken again, but all Jorgi knew was that Y/n indeed made him a very happy man.

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Beard Burn | Jorginho

Omg yay i’m so happy you write for the Italy nt! I’ve been thinking about Jorginho and his perfect face and how he’d make you ride it and that beard burn after would feel amazinnn 😍 he’s so handsome!

Word Count: 658

Warnings: just a whole lot of getting eaten out xx

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“What are you thinking about?” Jorginho asks, interrupting your thoughts.

“Hmm?” You hum, blinking as you realize you’ve been staring at him. Jorginho repeats the question and you smile as you reply, “You.”

“Oh, really, Tesoro?” He says, smirking at you. Sweetheart. “And just what were you thinking about?”

“If I tell you, do you promise to let me do it?”

“Depends on what it is.” He reaches for your waist, pulling you into him for a quick kiss. “But, knowing you, I’m sure it’ll be just as sexy as you are.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his praise, ducking your head involuntarily. “Well, I was thinking...about your face.” You dragged your fingers down the scruff that was growing. “And I was thinking about how good it would feel if you let me ride it.”

Jorginho looked surprised for a moment, but then lust burned in his gaze as he said, “What are you waiting for, Tesoro?”

Minutes later, you were sitting on Jorginho’s face, your hands braced against the headboard. His nose brushed over your clit while he slurped your juices, his beard scraping against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The pain mixes with the pleasure, giving you an incredible orgasm that makes your legs shake and your body weak.

When you climb off him and kiss him, you can taste yourself in his beard and it turns you on again. “That was so hot,” he murmurs in Italian, his hands running up and down your back before stopping so he can trace patterns across the skin of your hip. “We need to do that more often.”

***

“Bedroom. Now,” he growls, taking you by the hand and leading you down the hall. You’ve been in a bad mood all week, fighting with him and being overall surly, and he’s had enough. He tosses you onto the bed, tearing the fragile fabric of your pantyhose and forcing your skirt up over your hips. Your pussy starts to get wet from being manhandled, clenching around nothing when he uses his hands to physically rip your panties. “You, Tesoro, need an orgasm, and I’m going to give it to you.” He lays down on his back, reaching for you. “Now, sit on my face so I can shut you up.”

You let out a giggle for what felt like the first time in a long time. “I don’t think that makes any sense, Jorge,” you said, mounting his face.

Jorginho teased, kissing your inner thighs and dragging his beard across your sensitive skin. Your knuckles grip the headboard, little whimpers leaving your mouth as you swirl your hips and try to get him to put his mouth on your pussy.

“You’re dripping, Tesoro,” he murmurs in Italian, his hands reaching up and digging into your ass as he spreads your cheeks and teases your lower lips with his tongue. “So wet, just for me.”

“Please, Jorge!” you cry out, and he finally wraps his lips around your clit. The sensations wrack your body and your legs clamp around his head involuntarily. You start to rut your hips over his mouth, knowing you’re going to be left with beard burns on your inner thighs but you don’t care. You let go of your shitty week and just focus on how Jorginho is making you feel.

All thought leaves your brain when his tongue dips inside your dripping pussy. Your walls clench around the intrusion and you throw your head back, riding his face with abandon. He gives you the most intense orgasm of your life and you can’t help squirting all over his face.

“Feel better, Tesoro?” He asks when the two of you are cuddling after his face is clean. He can still smell your pussy in his beard, pride swelling in his chest at the thought.

“Yes, Jorge,” you reply, pressing a kiss to his chest right before you drift off into a dreamless sleep.

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𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮-𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨

Your name: Penny Foden (short for Penelope)

Context: It's the Euro's 2020, England just lost and Penny's brother Phil is disappointed, but she has to be happy for her boyfriend Jorginho who won and is acting a little too cocky.

1st person POV

I kept my hands folded together, hoping for there to be some sort of miracle and have England win. It was coming home. It had to be, we all thought so. We weren't going to repeat the World Cup again. I took a deep breath as I saw Bukayo Saka approach the ball for his shot. As beautiful of a kick it was, it was saved by Italy's absolutely amazing goalkeeper, Donnarumma.

I let out a sigh as I saw the Italian players mob and jump on each other. My boyfriend immediately caught my eye. I clapped with a smile, he was so happy. I couldn't have been prouder. We made eye contact and I grinned as he blew a kiss in my direction. However, this bliss didn't last long as I remembered my poor younger brother Phil, was heartbroken at the loss. Being in the front row of the stands, I quickly walked over to the security guards to see if I could be let on the field.

"Please! My brother's terribly sad! Oh my days please would you let me in! I'm Penelope Foden! And I'm a nurse! I could give you a complimentary check up if you wanted." I begged.

The security guard rolled his eyes before one of his coworkers came and whispered something to him. His eyes widened and he quickly moved aside to let me in.

I raised an eyebrow, "Why am I being let in now?"

"Well you're Jorginho's girlfriend. Partners of the Italian players are allowed on the field right away." He explained.

I just shrugged my shoulders and took off on the field in the direction of my brother and the England team. Growing up, I was always taught to go embrace the losing team first. It's much more courteous. I shook my head when I saw my little brother with his head in his hands. I immediately embraced him as he put his head onto my shoulder. He tried not to cry.

"It's okay Phil." I whispered to him.

He shook his head adamantly, "We lost Penny. It was supposed to come home. Everyone thought it was coming home. We screwed up!"

I shushed him as he wept a little more.

"Phil, you guys didn't screw up. I can't lie to you and tell you that people aren't going to be mad, because they will be. Yeah, they'll say that you screwed up, but you know you guys didn't. Come back stronger next time. Crying is for losers. It's not going to get you back that trophy Phil." I comforted.

I stayed with Phil for a few more minutes before my parents came and Southgate took Phil into a hug. I figured I should go and see Jorge. I walked towards the other side of the field, giving sympathetic smiles to each player I passed. I eventually stopped when I saw Bukayo Saka ashamed of himself. I immediately enveloped him into a hug and told him how far he'd come at only nineteen. After I departed from him, I ran into Mason Mount who I knew quite well from both my brother and boyfriend.

"Hey Mase!" I greeted with a sad smile.

"Hey Penny." He mumbled silently before hugging me.

"You'll get em next time Mase. Keep your head up, okay?"

"Thanks Pen. You should get over to Jorge now. Give him my congratulations." Mason responded.

I nodded before jogging over.

"Amore mio." I called out.

He grinned as he turned around to see my face. I ran towards him, he picked me up and twirled me around before pressing a kiss to my cheek.

"I'm so proud of you." I admitted.

"That good cuz I'm proud of me too." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes and pecked him on the lips. We let the celebrations consume us and had a blast. Jorge was ecstatic, and as happy as I was, I couldn't help but feel a little melancholy for my brother and the England team. I mean you can't blame me, I'm English. Am I a bad girlfriend for not being totally happy?

***

Three hours later

Jorge and I had just arrived back at our London apartment after a night full of celebrations with the team. I dropped my bag in front of the door and scurried to our bedroom's bathroom to remove makeup and moisturise. I kept the door open so I could hear Jorge clearly who was walking about our bedroom.

I grabbed a makeup wipe and began cleaning my face.

"Thanks for coming today. It meant a lot." Jorge thanked.

"Well I didn't have much of a choice did I?" I teased.

"I mean you could've spent more time with the Italian side but whatever." He smiled.

I turned around to get a better look at my boyfriend

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean what I said." He replied with confusion.

"Y'know Jorge, my brother's team lost. He was heartbroken, I couldn't just abandon them and hang out with the winners. It's common manners to congratulate the losing team first." I hissed.

"Okay and? I'm just saying I would've liked it for you to spend more time with me. I mean I'm apart of the winning team, I deserve your attention more than those England guys." He began to raise his voice.

"Jorge I'm English and I'm close with all these guys! We're all communally sad, especially them! So of course I'm going to stay with them for a little while at first. Don't you dare call yourself more deserving than them. God Jorge, where'd all this damn cockiness come from?" I yelled.

"Oh yeah I'm sure. You seem to be really close with Mount specifically." He mocked with sarcasm.

I was enraged. Where was all of this coming from? Jorge was always a saint. Since when was he so prideful and vain?

"Listen here you asshole. Don't blame me for being a nice person when you're insecure of fucking Mason Mount who's practically my second little brother and your god damn teammate." I screamed.

"I'm not insecure! It's you! If anything it runs in the family. Your little brother dyed his hair blonde just to copy mine!" Jorge defended.

"Bring Phil into this and I swear to god I will screw you over!" I shouted.

"Aww c'mon! It was all over the news! Phil dyed his hair blonde just to spite me and you know it." He retorted.

"I would've never started dating you if I knew you were such a pig." I shook my head.

"I would've never started dating you if I knew how unsupportive you'd be. Your boyfriend just won the fucking Euros and you barely smiled all evening." He groaned.

I bit my lip to keep from lashing out more than I already had. I walked out of our room and straight to the front door where I grabbed my bag and left the apartment. I unlocked my car and got in, sighing.

"Breathe. In and out Penny. In and out Penny." I coached myself.

After a few minutes, I put the key in the ignition and pulled out of the car park. I had no idea where I was going, but all that I knew was I wanted Indian food.

***

Two hours later, I pulled back into my apartment complex's car park. I had spent the last two hours eating Indian food in my car and crying to Phil over FaceTime. I was so thankful for him. He soothed my even though he wasn't in a great state of mind either. I exited the car, locked it and let myself into my apartment. I walked silently, trying to avoid making any noise so I could find out if Jorge was awake or not. After being positive I heard nothing I let out a breath of relief. I changed into a long tee shirt and shorts before climbing into an empty bed. Where was Jorge? I had no idea. I tried to go to sleep but couldn't not knowing where he was. I resolved to just close my eyes and wait till I became sleep deprived.

Luckily, I didn't have to wait long. I soon felt someone climb onto the other side of the bed, pulling the covers over the both of us. It was Jorge. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to his chest.

"I'm sorry. I was way out of line. And I was a jerk. A huge one. Could you ever forgive me?" He whispered.

I pondered for a second. He was a pretty big jerk. But I wasn't too kind either. I turned to face him and kissed him on the cheek.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow." I decided.

"I love you Penny." He spoke earnestly.

"I love you too Jorge." I smiled.

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5. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" - Jorginho

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" He asked me casually.

I rolled my eyes, thinking that he was going to talk about how he met his wife and how in love they were. My stomach was all tied up in knots at the thought. 

I had been best friends with Jorginho since we were in school. I'd always been there for him and encouraged him in everything he wanted to persue including football. But despite being hopelessly in love with him, I wasn't the one. 

Like I always did, I came running when he called. He asked me if I wanted a ticket to watch his team in the FA cup final. I was so proud of him, how could I say no?

When I arrived in london he came to pick me up from the airport like he usually did, but he had an unnatural spring in his step and something was off with him. 

"You haven't answered my question" he laughed, waving his hand in front of my face. 

"Yes I do. I believe you can love someone from the second they enter your life." 

He looked at me, his expression slightly puzzled and then edged slightly closer to me on the sofa. 

"I never used to, because I didn't get that with her" he explained. His eyes were full of a brief sadness before his usual cheeky smile graced his face. 

"What are you trying to tell me here? Stop being cryptic. You're never this deep" I asked in slight exasperation.

"What I am trying to tell you is that I am getting a divorce". 

I looked him up and down with my mouth gaping open, trying to read if he was making some sort of terrible joke. It was not the news you had expected.

"I'm sorry..." I mumbled.

He cut me off slightly, by putting his finger underneath my chin and tilting my face up so that he was looking me directly in the eyes.

"I'm not. Let's fuck up this friendship".

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Arlo's First Friend

Summary: A snapshot into Kepa and Y/N’s dog being their son's number one protector and his first official friend.

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Friends for now

Not mates

Stay

Blurbs/prompts/oneshots

this is happiness

illicit affairs

fell for you

Braids

Cheeky

Mama’s Boys

Villa boy

comfort

changed man

snow days and haribo rings

right here with me

accents

Kieran Tierney

Dating would include

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christmas market

this is what dreams are made of

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Rose Garden

Painted Roses

blurbs/prompts/oneshots

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John Stones

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always yours

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john x single mum reader

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my hero

say it back

nsfw alphabet

because i’m in love with you

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no matter what // (part 2)

traffic lights

work welcome

everybody knows

changing it up

longer than forever lasts

car problems

wife

christmas jumper

dad duty

flatmate

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when you look at me like that (4)

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helping hand

a team

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welcome to the family

good luck charm

rings

want it again (part two)

i believe

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a fathers woe

not just the physio

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with a bang

best kept secret

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12 months of....

I love the idea of having a month dedicated to certain players. Weekend updates will not change, and will be anyone and everyone, but one day throughout the week will be dedicated to x player to be able to post their requests if they have a lot of them, otherwise I may take some small blurbs to fill the gaps. What this form will tell me, is who you'd like for certain months. I'll then look through the requests that I have and begin to work with them.

vote here. 

Below you’ll be able to see who has been put forward for each month so far. 

January:

Current winner: Leon.

ben chilwell

Benjamin pavard

Eric Dier

Heccy B

Jude Bellingham

Leon Goretzka x 5

Llorente

Marco Rose

Mason Mount x3

Mats Hummels

Neymar

Paulo Dybala

Rafinha

Roman Bürki

Ruben Dias

Trent Alexander Arnold

Tyrone M

Feb:

Current winners: Ben Chilwell, Joe Gomez and Leon.  

Ben Chilwell x 3

Benjamin pavard

Declan Rice x2

dominic calvert lewin

Erling Haaland

Joe Gomez x 3

John Stones

Jude Bellingham

Leon Goretzka x3

Mason Mount

Mats Hummels x 2

Rafinha

Rodrigo De Paul

Trent Alexander Arnold

April:

Current winners: Leon Goretzka

Ben Chilwell x 2

Benjamin pavard

dele alli

Federico Chiesa

Jadon Sancho

John Stones

Jude Bellingham

Kevin Trapp

Leon Goretzka x 4

Marcus Rashford

Mason Mount x 2

RLC

Roman Burki

Trent Alexander Arnold x 2

Tyrone Mings

May:

Current winners: Trent

Alvaro Morata

Ben Chilwell

Benjamin pavard

DCL

Dele

Erik Durm

Hector Bellerin

Jadon Sancho

Jesse Lingard

Julian Brandt

Leon Goretzka x2

Marcus Rashford x2

Mats Hummels

Ruben Dias

Sergio Ramos

Trent Alexander Arnold x3

June:

Current winners: Leon Goretzka

Ben Chilwell x2

Benjamin pavard

Erling Halland

Frenkie de Jong

Gianluca Scamacca 

Jack Grealish x3

Jude Bellingham

Kai havertz x 2

Leon Goretzka x 4

Marco Rose x 2

Marcus Rashford

Mason Mount x 2

Mats Hummels

Rafael Alcantara

July:

Current winners: Federico Bernardeschi, Leon and Mason

Ben Chilwell

Benjamin pavard

Ciro Immobile

Federico Bernardeschi x 2

Jack Grealish

Jadon Sancho

Jesse Lingard

John Stones

jorginho

Jude Bellingham

Kalvin Phillips

Leon goretzka x 2

Marco Rose

Mason Mount x 2

RLC

scott mctominayToni Kroos

Virgil Van Dijk

August:

Current winners: Roman Burki

Benjamin pavard

DCL

Eric Dier

Gonzalo Higuain

Héctor Bellerin

John Stones

Jude Bellingham x 2

Leon Goretzka x 2

Marco Rose

Marcus Rashford

Oscar Mingueza

Paulo Dybala

Roman Burki x 3

sonny

Trent

Virgil VD

September:

Current winners: Benji, Jesse, Leon, Virgil

Ben Chilwell

Ben Godfrey

Benjamin pavard x 2

Christian Pulisic

Dcl

Eric Dier x 2

Hector Bellerin

Jadon sancho

Jesse Lingard x 2

John Stones

Karim Benzema

Leon goretzka x2

Marco Asensio

Marco Rose

Mats Hummels

Ruben Dias

Sergi Roberto

Trent

Virgil Van Dijk x 2

October:

Current winners: Benji, Jesse, Leon, Marco, Marcus and Trent 

Ben Chilwell

Ben Godfrey

Benjamin pavard x 2

Calum Chambers

Declan Rice

Jesse Lingard x 3

Jordan Henderson

Karim Benzema

Kepa

Leon goretzka x 2

Marco Rose x 2

Marcus Rashford x 2

Oscar Mingueza

Paulo Dybala

Rafinha

Trent Alexander Arnold x 2

November:

Current winners: Hector and Mason.

anto

Benjamin pavard

Bernd Leno

Hector Bellerin x 2

Jack Grealish

Jadon Sancho

John Stones

Kalvin Phillips

Leon goretzka

Marco Rose

Mason Mount x 2

Mats x 2

Roman Burki

Ruben Dias

Simon Kjaer

Tyrone Mings

December:

Current winners: Antoine, Mason and Virgil.

All of them at once, fighting for me

Antoine Griezmann x 2

Benjamin pavard

DCL

Dusan Tadic

John Stones

Jorginho

Leon goretzka

Marco Rose

Mason Mount x2

Ruben Loftus Cheek

Sergio Ramos

Son Heung-Min

Trent AA

Tyrone Mings

Virgil Van Dijk x 2

[mountswhore]

Jorgi bringing his and your child to football practice because you had to go into work last minute and babysitters canceled and instead of Jorgi training he takes bare images and videos of your baby for his instagram

𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 — jorginho

summary: it's jorgi's turn to babysit today, as your sitter had called in sick.

notes: requests are CLOSED.

"Fucking hell," Jorgi groaned, throwing his phone onto the bed after receiving a particularly inconvenient call, "Evelyn has called in sick." You tutted as you were pulling your heel on, fastening it around your ankle.

You had work today, a pretty long day of it too, and Jorgi had training. Days like this were the reason you hired a nanny, and she was the kindest soul you'd met. It took a lot of interviews and recommendations to find her, as Jorgi wanted the best for his little girl. And Evelyn was just that, she got on so well with your little Belle it stunned you both. But with her calling sick today, it meant the only option was Jorgi. Both families were too far to take her, and it would be incredibly short notice.

"I'll call the grounds, let them know I'll have Belle today." Jorgi stated, grabbing his phone once again and leaving the room. As he was explaining to the team trainers his situation, you'd woken your precious daughter and gotten her ready for her day at Cobham Training grounds.

Jorgi had entered her room soon after, taking her from your arms and cooing at her whilst you finished getting ready. He admired you from the doorframe of your room, watching you decide between two jackets, opting for the darker one. And for just a second, as you stared back at him, he forgot just how hard today was going to be. Of course, he could just call in sick. But Chelsea were two days away from a Champions League game, and he wasn't missing that at all.

"See you later, my little princess," you kissed your daughter's chubby cheeks, pinching them slightly on your way out, before kissing your boyfriend goodbye. Jorgi waved, encouraging Belle to wave too, but all she did was raise her hand and clench her fist once.

It was the worst to leave them both, especially so early in the morning. All you wanted to do was stay snuggled in bed, Belle between you two, as you both woke up slowly. But duty called. You were about to have the longest work day since having Belle. But Jorgi definitely had his work cut out for him.

He was in the car an hour later, singing to his daughter as he drove across the motorway, he knew she hated it just like you did. But soon enough, he was at the training grounds and carrying Belle, his training bag, and her bag of necessary items. He looked like a pack horse, a few of the boys laughing as he passed them. He'd given Belle to her favourite Uncle Mason, as he got himself ready for training, and came out to Mason making his daughter giggle.

Training wasn't exactly going how it usually did. Usually, Jorgi was focused and very little could take his eye from the ball. However, he was spending more time with his daughter, taking cute videos of her rather than actually training. She was sat in her car seat, beside some of his teammates, who were watching over her as he trained.

He eventually got her out of the seat, laying her on a blanket on the grass, well away from the pitch to avoid the ball colliding with her at all. She was awfully smiley, which made Jorgi's heart explode. He just had to capture the moment, and took small videos of her to post to his Instagram story. He never wanted to miss a day of Belle ever again.

On your lunch break, you decided to check your socials and text Jorgi to ask how he's getting on. You assumed training for a Champions League game, as well as looking after your baby, would prove to be a challenge. But you saw the pinkish ring around his profile icon, and upon tapping it, you were bombarded with a collection of pictures and videos of Belle, smiling, chewing on her hands, sat with one of the spare balls, interacting with her favourite Uncle Mason. It seemed Belle was enjoying her day at Cobham.

And when you'd gotten home that evening, placing a food order before you left for work, you saw the two cuddled on the couch together. A passed out Belle on the chest of your boyfriend, who looked half-asleep himself. It seemed you all had busy days.

"How was training?" You asked, putting your jacket on the hook and your bag beside the shoe rack. You'd made yourself comfortable beside Jorgi, your head on his shoulder with your eyes closed, and it stung a little to close them.

"I don't think I had more than 30 minutes of actual training," he admitted, chuckling afterwards and stroking Belle's back gently, "this one was keeping me pretty occupied." You shared a quiet laugh, both of you looking down at your daughter, sharing a feeling of pride at just how well she turned out.

"I could tell, your Instagram story kept me pretty entertained during my day."

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Jorginho

Attention: I do not know Jorginho personally nor do I own him. This is just fiction which I’m essentially using him as a name claim/face claim. I’m creating a character and just using his name and features for details. He is being used as a character and should be thought of such.This is purely for entertainment and all is purely fiction.

Attention 2: Requests are Closed.

M A S T E R L I S T 

“I have an open mind to learning new experiences.”

B L U R B S

His Latest Obsession ↬ In which Jorgi becomes obsessed with a certain body part on his best friend’s body.

Talking Money ↬ In which Jorgi rips an expensive dress of his girlfriend’s due to his excitement.

I M A G I N E S

My Chef ↬ Jorgi brings his teammates to a restaurant he has fallen in love with to meet the girl he has also fallen madly for.

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[mountswhore]

Would you like to write for Jorgi again? If not you could pick another player. He has to pick up his best friend (who he fancies) from a party. She is slightly drunk and asks him to stay with her. They share a bed and shortly before falling asleep she confesses that she loves him. Fluffy next morning if possible :))

𝟐.𝟓𝟔𝐚𝐦 — jorginho

summary: after celebrating a work friend's birthday, jorgi finds himself in the car at gone 3 to pick you up.

notes: requests are CLOSED.

“Boring,” Jorgi huffed, “the first rule of being best friends with someone is to not have any other friends.”

You laughed at your friend, putting your phone on speaker as you were the only staff member left in the break room. It was a usual occurrence to call Jorgi on your lunch break, as it was sometimes the only way to connect with him. The pair of you had hectic schedules, and it seemed whenever he was free, you weren’t. And if the only way to talk to you was through the phone, Jorgi wouldn’t complain. Anything to hear you ramble for twenty minutes whilst he drives to work.

“Well if you can’t hang out tonight, what are you doing?” His question made you smile, you were beyond excited for tonight.

“It’s David’s birthday in two days, but we have a three-month review on Tuesday, so we’re celebrating today.” You commented, stirring some milk in your tea before returning back to your seat on the couch. You had another few minutes of your break left, before having to get back to the project you weren’t even halfway through. You blew it off a few days ago to spend an evening with Jorgi, promising him he wasn’t taking you from anything important. He was, but you’d never tell him that.

“You’ll be safe, won’t you?” Jorgi knew the answer would be ‘yes’. You were always safe, and he’d met David before, so he trusted him. David was a Chelsea supporter, and he remembered you telling him that David almost went into cardiac arrest when you told him you were friends with Jorgi. No matter how nice and friendly David was, Jorgi always felt a sting of jealousy upon hearing his name. You and him were the closest of your work group, having worked together since University, but Jorgi felt differently about you than David did. At least, he’d hoped so.

“Of course I will, we’ll be hungover for work tomorrow, that’s about it.” You replied, collecting your empty meal deal wrappers and throwing them away. “I will call you later, okay? My manager has been visiting our department a lot recently, I feel like he’s looking for someone to fire. And it can’t be me.”

Jorgi laughed, feeling satisfied at the perfect timing of your call, now arriving into the staff car park of the grounds. “My hard worker, speak soon.”

You, and the rest of the ensemble that were going to Rubix, a nightclub not far from where your work building was, had left work early. And you had told your colleagues in your group chat that it was a pain in the arse to get to, seeing as you drive forty minutes to work everyday, so David offered to pick you up. On the drive home, you should’ve been thinking about what you were going to wear, but instead you were thinking about Jorgi. You had turned him down to get drunk and party, and a small part of your brain was telling you it was a bad idea. An evening with Jorgi sounded like Heaven, especially after the work week you’d just survived.

You decided to text Jorgi two pictures when you’d gotten home, letting him decide which dress you should wear. And he’d almost had a heart attack when he opened his phone, forgetting he was at a red light that was seconds away from changing. He’d dropped his phone in his lap, looking for the nearest place to pull over, doing so at a pub car park. He stared at the images once again, one was you in a tight, emerald green dress, tightened around your frame and accentuating your body. The other was a strapless, black corset dress with a slight slit on the left leg.

How can I choose? You look great in both. He typed, reading over the message once again before sending it, overthinking about whether or not he’d been too forward.

You’re gonna have to choose something, because I can’t. You replied, giggling to yourself and getting back to brushing your hair. You always went for the same hairstyle on nights out, a half up, half down style. Whenever you’d sit at your vanity and stare at your hair, wondering what to do with it, you’d always think back to when Jorgi complimented your hairstyle once and now it was your go-to. He had a lot of influence over you, as did you with him.

Green one, he finally replied, sighing heavily and feeling grateful he wasn’t seeing you tonight. Especially after seeing those pictures, he didn’t think he’d be able to keep his eyes from your body. And that was such a grotesque, chauvinistic thought to him. He was drawn to much more than your body. He waited with anxiety coursing his veins, until you sent a smiley face, cooling down his rapid heart rate.

“You look lovely,” David commented, when you finally left your home and got into his passenger seat, shivering away the harsh January cold upon feeling his heated seats. The plan you’d agreed on was to park at his home, and walk the ten minute walk to the club. And the two of you hadn’t thought about just how cold it would be.

Your skin was riddled with goosebumps, and you felt blue. But finally, you’d made it to the club, and luckily, the line wasn’t long. Only a few standing impatiently, observing their IDs and laughing with their friends. You’d met up with the rest of your work friends inside, the heat of sweaty bodies and colourful lights felt strangely relieving as you pushed your way to the bar.

The start of the night was slow, you were all sipping on your drinks of choice and trying to steer clear of any work topics, until Jenna, the usually shy one of the bunch, suggested you all dance. Before you knew it, you were squished between strangers and friends, your vision becoming hazy and the music blurring together into an inaudible mess. You’d definitely had too much to drink, and you were crawling back for more. The pink gin started to taste watered down, and your heels felt a few inches taller than you remembered.

“I think you should call it a night,” David shouted over the music and holding onto your arms as you’d almost fallen.

“Call what a sight?”

David laughed, shaking his head. “A night. You’ve had a lot to drink, why don’t I call you an Uber?”

“No,” you groaned, “it’s your almost birthday. We have to party.”

“We also have to work tomorrow, and I don’t think you’ll be doing that if you have anything else but water to drink.” David countered, grabbing your bag from the bar and handing it to you. You didn’t resist, you trusted David more than anything, and you let him lead you outside. That was when you felt the urge to text Jorgi, the one who you should've said 'yes' to tonight, as the liquor was already starting to worsen your mobility.

After a few rings, Jorgi had answered, and it was only then you'd realised the time. Pulling the phone from your ear and looking at the small time written in the corner of your phone screen, your heart clenched when you saw it was 2.56am.

"Hey, what's up? Are you okay?" Jorgi was more alert after realising it was you, hearing your drunk slurs over the phone. He sat up in bed, forgetting all about his early start tomorrow, and only focusing on you.

"Jorgi I wanted to be with you this evening," you whimpered, overcome with emotion and sliding down the harsh, bricked wall. David crouched beside you, holding your bag and watching your stance to make sure you didn't fall over, despite being drunk himself.

"That's okay," Jorgi laughed, his cheeks warming at the sweet sentiment, "you can be with me another time."

"No, what about tonight? Is it too late?" You asked, and Jorgi knew he shouldn't say yes, he had work tomorrow. But how could he deny you? He never has denied you of anything, he was at your beck and call and has been since you began this friendship.

"Do you need to stay at mine?" Jorgi asked, swinging his legs over the bed and searching for his shoes. He was willing to drive wherever for you, no matter how long it took, he was in deep and didn't think he'd ever escape. He didn't want to.

"Yes," you soft, drunk voice cooed, smiling happily as the wind hit your face, "my house is too far away," you commented, relieved you were getting to see Jorgi today.

He was in his car no more than five minutes later, following the directions his phone was giving him to this stupid nightclub. Rubix. Yuck, he thought. It was hard to see where you were, despite telling him you were waiting by the side of the building, and finally he spotted your squinted eyes and stumbling frame as you were blinded by his headlights.

He'd gotten out of the car, immediately running to your aid and helping you into the passenger seat, thanking David for taking care of you. You were slumped against his window, only slightly opening your eyes to look at him, and his concerned features.

"Do you feel okay? Do you want me to open the window a bit?" He questioned, hoping to make you feel as at ease as he could. And you'd ignored him, too out of it to say or do anything.

When he'd safely returned home, he was at your side once again and helping you into his house. You were wobbling as you tried walking up the stairs, Jorgi sighing and lifting you up to his second floor. And even as he let go of your legs, you were still stuck to him. Your arms were around his shoulders and you just wanted a hug from him, you'd been thinking about it all night.

"Guest room?" He asked, and you shook your head.

Jorgi disappeared into his room, leaving you to hold onto the railings as you waited for him, and he'd returned with a shirt and some sweatpants. "They might be too big for you, but it's something comfortable to sleep in."

"Thank you, Gorg-" you stuttered, cutting yourself off with a reddened face, "I mean Jorgi." He just laughed, leading you to the bathroom and waiting outside the door for you.

When the two of you were tucked into his bed ten minutes later, you were facing each other, but no contact whatsoever. You desperately wanted to feel his skin on yours, but you wanted to remember it, you wanted it to feel special. So you settled for a simple hand on your waist.

"Feeling better now?" He spoke softly, his voice no louder than the cars driving by his house.

And you were. Despite the inevitable headache, vomiting, and overall horrid feeling, you were feeling so much better. You nodded to him, hoping he could see it in the darkness of his room. "Thank you, Jorgi. I love you."

He had been waiting for that phrase from you for ages, but he wished it wasn't just as he was falling asleep. Because he knew he'd be up all night thinking about it, wondering if you meant it, wondering if you were going to say anything about it tomorrow. But his heart quickly settled once he felt your hand on his cheek, and your eyes on his face. He had forgotten what his mind was racing about.

"I love you too," he whispered back, not knowing whether you meant it in the way he did.