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pavardscherie · 1 year
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rough sex tape and after care erling Haaland
four on camera, erling haaland
pairing erling haaland & female you summary erling convinces you to make a sex tape. three wasn't enough so he wants a fourth one.
izzy talks man, the haaland game is strong on tumblr. really excited to fulfill more requests about different football players. so I'm very bad at starting smut, which is the reason why i started in the middle again, lol. hope you like it.
requests are open!
cheek pressed into the softness of the multiple cushions, the hair messily scattered across the face. hasty breaths escaped the puffy lips, spit drooling out of the corner and onto the duvets.
arms on the back, a large hand wrapped around your wrists to hold your limbs in the same position. ass held in the air with the help of erling’s strength, you already felt the exhaustion. from behind, his dick disappeared in your pussy, stretching the sore walls even further with the certain roughness of his thrusts.
tingles spread in your lower stomach, the feeling caused a wave of pain and pure pleasure. a fourth orgasm approached, another high that would lead to even further exhaustion. with dilated pupils, your gaze drifted over the side of the bed and found the black camera. a sex tape was what erling asked for, he never mentioned how much pleasure you would receive or the particular overstimulation he planned.
tongue, fingers, dick. you came around each. satisfaction for your body in ways, you could not describe. erling knew precisely what he was doing, the disparate ways to use his experience on you and assure you reached the climax. but he wasn't done with you. not until the camera captured your body in each position he loved.
a filthy movie, he could watch on repeat when his career lured him away from your shared home. pictures of the moment, erling would send you in the middle of the night, with his hand tightly around his dick. jerking off to the sounds you made right now, just on tape.
"you look so beautiful when you're completely messed up." the praising words slipped out of his mouth, between deep groans and hasty breaths. he was close, and you already switched between reality and the pure bliss of a fourth orgasm. "I can't take more.." you whimpered, your sore walls clenching around his hard dick repeatedly. close, again.
"almost there, babe." your hands were released as erling leaned forward. sweaty chest pressed against your back. calloused fingertips brushed the mess of hair out of your face, a soft kiss blown against the side of your neck. "give me one last." he whispered against the smooth skin underneath your earlobe. his voice, a raspy mess, cracking at the end of his demand.
in addition to the bruising pace, the tight grip of his large hand on the waist which would leave deep purple reminders of this particular night, his words were enough to push you into a fourth. lips parted, the mouth an o-shape, whimpers and moans spilled out of your mouth without a break.
walls tightly clenching around his dick, toes curling and the delicate fingers dug into the duvets underneath. the feeling of being wrapped up in your warmth, and the sight erling could admire close-up caused his high. a deep groan, your name rolling of his tongue, were the announcement of his orgasm. painting the insides of your pussy with white spurts, his forehead collided with your sweaty shoulder blade.
pants filled the bedroom, the smell of a long night of rough sex as the couple bathed in the aftermath of their orgasms. "i love you so fucking much." erling muttered against the sweaty skin, inhaling a deep breath and placing featherlight kisses around your shoulder.
"i love you too." you breathed out, trying to calm down from the intensity of orgasms over the expand of the entire night. "can you turn it off, please?"
erling's head snapped to the side where the bright red dot beside the camera lens still blinked. nodding as an answer to your request, he used his recovered strength to push himself off your warm figure and the comforts of the king-sized bed.
pressing a button on the device, the dot stopped blinking and the recording was saved for private use in the future. fleshy fingers brushed over his forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat and clearing the strands of light blonde hair out of his face.
with an exhausted groan, you turned around to receive a more comfortable place on the bed. sprawled out, arms and legs stretched away from the body, you felt the aftermath of the long hours of relentless pounding. a sore feeling between the thighs, the arousal still running down the insides and staining the sheets underneath.
"i'm getting a cloth and warm water." erling reassured you before disappearing into the attached bathroom. filling a small bowl with water, and grabbing a soft washrag from the sink. in a hurry, he made his way back to the bed, where the love of his life lay.
an underarm over the closed eyes, you were almost asleep. the exhaustion made it difficult to stay awake while being unoccupied. rough hands caressed over the bruised thighs, the reminders of how his fingertips dug into your soft flesh from holding you tightly in position. "i will be careful."
dipping the cloth into the bowl, wringing out the redundant water, erling pressing the soft cotton cloth to the inside of your right thigh. wiping away the remnants of the last orgasm, a mixture of arousal and his semen. as soon as the rag reached your oversensitive clit, your hips twitched out of the way. any touch too much after the rarely faltering pace of his thrusts.
still, erling found amusement in your reactions. the knowledge that he was the one who did this to you, made you breathless and sensible to even the featherlight touch, filled him with pride.
"don't you laugh." you warned him when the quiet chuckle rang in your ears.
"would never do that, babe." he answered, a smirk dipped in smugness tugging on the corners of his mouth.
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gabigabigabby · 11 months
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pretty boy | p. foden
phil foden x de bruyne!reader
a/n: okay so i dreamt this and i woke up and was like how could i have done that to phil?!. i love this man so much 😭 enjoy! 🩵
synopsis: city win the fa cup and you hug julian a liiiiittle bit too long for your boyfriend's liking
content/warnings: very fluffy (maybe a tiny bit angsty), angsty phil, jealousy, phil and julian basically despise each other in this
the whistle is blown and you couldn't help but break down in the vip box with kevin's wife. man city are the fa cup winners. you and michele both knew how hard kevin and the squad had worked to get to this point. two finals and one is over, a happy ending for the club.
"go down there!" michele had pushed you to go and congratulate the guys. you ask her to tag along. "i'll be right behind you."
you nod and leave michele to deal with mason, rome and suri. you bring yourself straight to phil, whose feelings were the only thing you could think of throughout the entire game. phil came on for your brother at the 76th minute and played like the boss that he is.
as soon as you step foot onto the pitch, phil is nowhere to be seen, kevin too. they went to the bathroom, maybe, you thought. you head straight for ruben and kyle, congratulating them with big hugs.
you were grateful to be able to get to share this moment with the guys. they truly are the brothers you never had, besides kev, of course. back in belgium, you were raised to be kind, loving and warm. it explains why you are so adamant about giving every single guy in the squad a big hug. kevin was raised slightly differently, but you grew up giving him big hugs too.
you moved from player to player; manuel, john, rodri, ilkay, bernardo, jack and erling. when it came to julian, you didn't just embrace him and pull away quicker than the speed of light. you had been watching julian ever since his days at river plate, and you had been a fan since discovering him at the last copa america. you considered julian to be your best friend in the squad, besides phil and kevin.
your subconscious seems to tell you to hold on to julian a little bit longer, noticing that you find genuine comfort in his warmth. julian didn't seem to want to pull away either, so the both of you stayed that way for a few minutes.
if only you'd forced yourself to pull away from julian earlier, because you had noticed phil coming into the middle of the pitch. he had stopped in his tracks after seeing the sight of you and julian in a tight embrace.
as you pull away, phil's already treading back towards the wembley tunnel. by then, most of the guys have already made their way back to the locker room to freshen up.
"sorry j, i gotta go. congratulations again." your hands that were on his shoulders make their way to his cheeks, lightly slapping them before making a beeline for the tunnel, hoping you'd catch phil before he gets to the locker room.
you'd always get yourself lost looking for the locker rooms here at the wembley. this time, kevin was your landmark. "hey!" he blurts out after your body collides into his. "you see a ghost or something?"
"sorry. i'm looking for phil. you seen him?" your belgian accent always makes itself known everytime you get nervous. it'd been that way since you were young. kevin noticed it.
"foden? yeah, he's in there sulking," he points to the room behind him. "your belgian accent is showing. what'd you do, y/n? the man never broods like that."
you were hesitant to tell kevin, but he kept pushing you to. "i hugged julian a little bit too long."
kevin has that that explains why look on his face now. "no wonder he keeps staring at julian's locker like that!" kevin says. "please talk to the man. i have no energy and time to deal with conflict right now." he instructs, walking away as you rush into the room.
most of the guys had already began drinking, some were already in their briefs. "nothing i haven't seen before." you mutter to yourself. you scan the room, looking for phil. the boy is sitting in the corner, bent over, looking downward at the big man city crest in the middle of the room.
you rush towards phil, falling onto your knees before him. the latter wouldn't look at you. "phil, i can explain. please look at me." you beg.
"so now you suddenly like julian like that?" phil asks, monotony laced quite thick in his tone. your brows pull together in guilt and regret, hurt that he would even think that way.
"of course not," your hands find themselves on his thighs. he didn't fight it though. "he has emilia."
"exactly," phil's eyes finally find yours. "so why you huggin' him like that?" his mancunian accent is more prominent than ever.
you start to stutter, which made phil scoff and lick his lips, amused at the fact that you couldn't even find the right words to say. "baby, i was just congratulating him. i'm so proud of you guys, truly."
phil shakes his head, not fully buying whatever you're selling him. "so why didn't you come to me first? you're gonna tell me you didn't see me with kevin?"
"i didn't even see kevin in the first place. and you know i never congratulate my brother in the open like that. my ego's too damn big." you explain, dropping your hands from phil's thighs, knowing well that he knew it too.
phil tilts his head to his left. "yeah," he agrees. "the ego in you belgian people."
"mean." kevin interferes from behind you.
you and phil ignore your brother's retort as you bring your hand back up to touch his knee. "phil, i'm sorry. you should've been the first person i ran to. please don't be upset anymore. i promise you that from now on, you will be the only person i'll congratulate."
you push yourself up, kissing his left cheek, right cheek, left then right again, ending off with a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. it was a gesture you'd learned from kevin when you were younger. "please smile."
the smile phil forced out was fake and you knew it, you just didn't want to push him. "pretty boy. love you always."
"hey, you congratulate me too, yeah?" kevin interferes once again, pointing his thumb at himself.
"shut up kev." you roll your eyes, not even bothering to turn to look at your brother.
"you promise?" phil finally speaks. you raise your brows. "you promise i'll be the first you run to after a game?"
you slowly smile. "i promise as if it's my last, philippa," you call him by your special nickname for him. "now will you please stop brooding? kev said he doesn't want to see angry cute guys in this locker room or he'll fall in love."
"i never said that, y/n!" kevin quickly fights back. "i don't think you're cute like that, phil. like, you're good-looking and all, b-but you're not my type, you know- I'M MARRIED!"
"we know, dude. calm your tits down." you scoff at his explosive tendency to keep defending himself when he knows it isn't working.
phil takes your hand away from his knee, rubbing the pad of his thumb across your knuckles. that is one of the many signs phil gives that means we're all good now. "y'all done fighting?" jack calls out to you and phil from across the room. phil's eyes and your head dart towards him.
"i'm getting chinese if you adorable kids want some." he offers, about to head out the door.
"chinese sounds good." phil shrugs.
"fine by me," you shrug. grabbing your hand, phil grabs his backpack and pulls you along behind him as you hear jack singing his chinese takeout jive. "jack, stop singing that shit."
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wewerealwaysthere · 14 days
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For a brief video check out the link below.
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whxre-bxby · 1 year
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I may have just made the most beautiful piece of art ever.
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"The Bellingham Scream" -me
With the help of picsart
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fitfootballers · 1 year
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Jack Grealish 🔥
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dontyoufeelcalmer · 6 months
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Go Lasso, Go Lasso, Go!
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100gayicons · 1 year
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Congratulations to Jake Daniels who public ally came out as gay in May 2022. Daniels become the UK's only male professional footballer to be publicly out at the time. and the first since Justin Fashanu in 1990. He thanked Olympic diver Tom Daley for helping to make the decision. He also thanked Australian footballer Josh Cavallo who came out as gay earlier in the year.
Daniels had played football (aka soccer) with Blackpool FC’s under 18s since the age of 7. He officially joined Blackpool's youth team for 2020–21, scoring 30 goals for the U18s. He signed his first professional contract with the club in February 2022.
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opiatemasses · 4 months
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Football fandom: Are the minority ruining it for the majority?
What is it that distinguishes ‘supporters/fans’ with ‘spectators?’ I would argue the difference will help you grasp the notion of fandom and how some people reach their levels of devotion and intense interest towards their chosen sports team. I would define a spectator as a person who can observe sport but feel no direct emotion during or after the event, it will not leave a lasting memory. In comparison, supporters and fans who will personally live every moment while watching a game and have an intense emotional devotion towards their chosen team. Moreover, fandom offers people an escape from the ‘real world’ and allows them to invest their time and energy into something they have a strong passion and love for.
Is the outcome of a football game a life-or-death situation? The obvious answer to this question is no but to many football fans up and down the country and across the world they may not give such a straight answer.
Social media
The morals of fandom is something that has been questioned by many, with various events happening within football to spark these conversations. Examples of this include fans confronting players from their ‘beloved’ team either in real life or via social media, which has been both positive and negative for the connection between fan and athlete. I have found examples of both ends of the spectrum on the influence of social media on the modern-day fan to player interaction:
Positive: Marcus Rashford in Lockdown creating a strong movement via social media in funding children with meals.
Negative: The three players who missed penalties in the EURO 2021 final receiving racist abuse on social media.
‘The fan experience doesn’t stop at the turnstile, it now continues after the match on Twitter, Facebook and YouTube.’ (Toney, 2013)
Devotion
Health
A football fans' devotion towards their team is reflected in the levels they go to show their support. Forms of devotion can be shown in many different ways and can cause physiological and psychological issues.
‘Fans who are strongly fused with their team - that is, have a strong sense of being 'one' with their team - experience the greatest physiological stress response when watching a match,’ said Dr Martha Newson, researcher at the Centre for the Study of Social Cohesion, at Oxford.
Dr Martha Newson at Oxford underwent a study by taking the saliva from football fans and found heightened levels of cortisol which increases blood pressure and damages weakened hearts. Cortisol also has increased psychological issues such as it gives people a feeling of impending doom, that their life is in danger, or they are under attack.
Economic
The amount a fan is willing to spend also shows the levels of devotion they possess. In the Premier League the average match going football fan will be spend 13% of their annual salary per season on tickets, merchandise and food and drink on a match day. This statistic doesn’t take into consideration the added TV subscriptions and streaming services to watch football in order to show their ongoing support.
‘With fans now running the risk of being priced out of football, we’re glad to uncover the true cost that fans are now expected to pay.’ Layla Johnson, Regional Manager at Creditfix.
The European Super League
When this situation arose in April 2021, 12 of Europe’s biggest teams proposed to form their own league, leaving the rest of the world of football behind. This caused a huge rift across fanbases with 79% of all fans strongly opposing the idea, 89% believe it’s for financial gain and not in the fans' interests.
Fans began turning on their own teams and questioning their devotion all together resulting in marches outside stadiums and boycotting games as well as asking for their teams to be heavily fined and have points deducted. This shows the extremes of this situation with devoted fans turning against their beloved clubs due to their insensitive actions.
Violence and crime
The role of being a fan can be taken to extremes, with their love and devotion being taken too far resulting in violence and crimes being committed.
For example, this season both West Ham United and Aston Villa had fans banned from European fixtures due to a small group of people causing issues in foreign cities. These leaves a large majority of fans missing out on potentially a once in lifetime opportunity of watching their team play in European competition and also labelling all supporters as ‘hooligans’ even though it’s the minority rather than the majority.
In 2022, Nottingham Forest drew Leicester City at home in the FA Cup - considered to many as an East Midlands derby. With there being a strong dislike between the two sets of ‘fans’ it resulted with fighting in the streets and shops and a pub window being smashed. This left many fans of the two respected clubs after seeing the aftermath take to social media platforms and voice their embarrassment for what they have witnessed.
After the Covid-19 pandemic lockdown (March 2020-July 2021) there was an increased rise in incidents occurring in football games across England and Wales. Such as a 59% increase in football arrests compared to pre-pandemic, hate crime incidents rose by 99% and number of pitch invasions up by 127%.
Seeing change in the future
Sport as a whole is such an influential environment for many and is a brilliant way to connect with people, have conversations and debates on a variety of topics. Fandom as a concept shows the extremes on both sides; on one hand you can see people come together with a common goal of supporting their team and on the other hand taking their passion and devotion too far, representing it in a negative sense by expressing their views via aggressive words or actions. The positive change required in sport fandom is for the people to use their voice in a way to ‘block out’ the negativity by having great conversations which spark ideas and discussions across groups of people.
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#Football #PremierLeague #Englishfootball #Fans #Supporters #Fandom #Devotion #EuropeanSuperLeague #Violence #SocialMedia
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leresq · 3 months
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Throwback to the time when I was in church football ⚽ and we had to come up with a team name and I wanted to do the dragonflies because there were about ten of them just flying over the playing field and they were a visual staple of the game for everyone there (they were called out whenever we saw them because we were kids), and I presented my case as to why dragonflies was a good name. It was unique, dragonflies were fast and nimble like football players should be, etcetera. Then one kid said. "No, lions is best." There were so many kids at this church that there were about five different teams of six or ten. One of the teams on a field some ways away from us who chose their name first chose the lions and this information passed down to all the others, and now everyone thought that was cool so every team was called the lions. Then I got annoyed and I didn't play for most of the rest of the season and I sat off to the side, watching the dragonflies.
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chelseajackarmy · 3 months
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pavardscherie · 1 year
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what kind of girl is Jude Bellingham’s ideal type
quick info: i don’t know jude personally, so this is all based on my own imagination and thoughts. totally switching between you and her pronouns again.
i do like to think that jude loves a girl with a big and bright smile. he always seems to be so confident around people, not only on the pitch but also with any kind of supporters. a bright smile would radiate off the same energy as jude‘s kind of vibes.
also, i imagine him with a brunette or black-haired woman. slightly darker skin, a pretty honey color, or even darker. but i don‘t think he‘s very based on which skin color his girlfriend has, i just imagine him with a honey kind of skin tone woman. and he probably loves curly hair a lot because it kind of resembles his own.
also, style-wise, i do think he loves the elegant type of clothing. like a dress that looks casual at daytime but brings out sinful thoughts when coming home. two pieces are probably his favourite thing, hugging the curves on the top side, and a loose pair of pants or skirt on the bottom.
as any football player, he loves to see his girlfriend in his jersey, which would look extraordinarily good with a darker skin tone and dark hair. he loves to hear his girlfriend cheer, coming home to seeing her in his jersey asleep on the couch when she couldn’t attend a game, and dedicates each goal to his beloved without hesitation. a heart, a blown kiss or even the cheeks wink, he would never hide his love for you.
also, in my eyes, he’s a very outgoing person, and would love a girlfriend that shares that. be prepared for many many dates, bathing in spontaneity and endless different options because that man is totally creative af. so be prepared for multiple surprise vacations, and little surprises being delivered to the house when he isn‘t home, or him just carrying a huge bouquet of roses.
i really do picture jude loving a woman, who loves to travel, loves the spontaneous adventures, and dresses in a very elegant but comfortable way except if she wears his jersey, that‘s probably the best piece of clothing.
can you imagine, jude trying to charm you with german sentences, and it‘s a very weird mixture of english and german but extremely cute that it‘s impossible to say no to a date invitation? yep, i‘m down for that.
also, he probably loves to take pictures of many moments, no matter how embarrassing or unwanted, he just keeps them as memories.
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f1tfballetc · 3 months
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FOOTBALL FAN POLL
If you choose "Other team", comment the football club below....
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gabigabigabby · 11 months
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so aggressive | c. pulisic
christian pulisic x fem!reader
a/n: i am in the rabbit hole and there's no getting out. i am obsessed y'all 🫡 btw i literally have zero inspo rn so if you want to request something, it's open! enjoy! ⭐️
synopsis: only christian 'has his way with words' pulisic knows how to neutralize his girlfriend
content/warnings: city fans slander (as a city fan it was difficult to write), fist-fights, christian slander (it's for the story to work okay i dont mean the stuff i said ab him). if i missed out anything lmk ⭐️
you didn't expect jokes to be a source of calm for you, but it was. christian proved it to you.
christian is very lucky to have a girl like you; overprotective, loves so hard, pretty aggressive as well. your snappy attitude would apply when watching chelsea play too. most of the time, you'd need to have somebody, whether that be mason if he's injured, to corral you back down to your seat and stop screaming at the opps.
speaking of watching chelsea, you're the most unpleasant person to watch a football game with. you'd already known prior that football can get dangerous, where players get tackled left and right, the way they are all more prone to injury on the pitch. it didn't help that christian had come back to the pitch tonight and mason's out for a couple weeks.
before christian left home, he'd expressed to you how excited he was to get back on the pitch and finally start a game after months. you'd started to get excited for christian too, until he told you mason tore a ligament in his ankle last game. and just like that, your excitement seemed to fade away.
your instincts seemed to have pried its way onto the surface because you told christian you were worried about him. "babe, what's wrong?"
"what if you get hurt again?
"i won't... get hurt. i promise," christian says, holding your face in his hands. "do you trust me?"
"more than anything."
"that's all i need."
so now you're here at stamford bridge, sitting next to mase nervous as shit for how you're going to react to all of christian and chelsea's chances, waiting for the officials to commence kick-off. "man city are rough, aren't they?" mason makes conversation with you after he notices how tense you look.
"yeah," you finally turn to look at him, flashing a haste smile. "harsh dudes."
"you got any friends there?"
you don't know why you have to think about answering that question. yes, you do have friends at city. "yeah, there's kalvin, walker, foden, jack. yeah, all those guys."
"i like how we have the same friends." mason nods coolly.
"you introduced them to me at the world cup, my guy!" you scoff, watching as mason realises that he did. he did just that before the game against the usa at the world cup. he shoots you with an oh yeah!. "big joker man, huh, mase?"
"yeah, don't even mention it." mason shrugs with a wave as the music begin playing. you and mason watch as both teams emerge from the tunnel, finding their spot on the pitch. listening to the squad announcements, you can't help but find christian in the line-up.
you worried. you worried and worried and worried. what if chris gets hurt again? what if he tears something like mase did? or worse, what if he breaks something? and when you worry, your legs begin to bounce, unbeknownst to you.
"ay. ay, ay. calm down, alright?" mason holds both your legs down, hoping it'll stop from nervously bobbing again. "that man has been in the gym day in and day out trying to get better so you can sit here and yell his name again. you have to give him the credit he so desperately needs tonight. for the name on your back, y/n. okay?"
mason's assurance definitely did take the edge off of you, but just a little. for the name on your back, said mason. the name pulisic above the big number 10. you know damn well you confidently threw on that shirt. not enzo's, not joão's, but christian's. you gotta give him the credit he deserves.
"okay, i'll stop doubting him," you give in to mason. "but whatever you did earlier, holding my legs down and all, you have to do it again when it happens."
"that's what i'm here for. and look, big man's finding you in the crowd." mason says, waving at christian's direction hoping he'd catch a glance of you. you inch left and right trying to find christian's eyes, and when you did, you had leaned over mason's legs, shooting christian a supportive smile as he sends you a sly wink seconds before kick-off commences.
and when it did, a cacophony of let's go christian!'s and come on chris!'s start flying out of your mouth. "if he can just get the ball in already!" you hear mase express his emotions next to you. of course, your heightened sense of excitement were jumbled up with the nerves, not knowing whether the ball in christian's possession had made it to the back of the net or not.
but it all disappeared, the sense of protectiveness and anger coursing through your veins now, when the away fans start insulting christian's style of play — and christian himself. you flash a are you hearing this? look at mase, and he only puts his index finger up to his lip and shakes his head, indicating to you that you should keep your mouth shut.
"that pulisic guy... mid, if you ask me."
"yeah, no, i know right? but i mean it's perfect, you know. mid guy in a mid club." her friend says.
"mase," you slowly turn to face mason. "i'm about to snap, mase."
"not right now, y/n. please hold it in." mason's eyes grow wide.
"i'm sorry in advance," you whisper, before turning in your seat to face the two girls behind you and mason. "hey! you girls city fans?"
"proud to represent!" one of them answers.
"who's your favorite player?" they both respectively answer grealish and haaland. "and i can't help but eavesdrop, but you think they're better than pulisic?"
"oh ten times better," the first girl brags. "put grealish and pulisic in the same room, i'd go to grealish any day."
the expression on your face slowly becomes insincere, with the second girl slowly realising who you are. "you're pulisic's gi-"
"yeah i'm pulisic's girl, this is mason mount," you point to mason with your head. mason only waves shyly. "so before i snap and give you girls black eyes, time to leave."
the girls look at each other like the answer's in each other's eyes, and back at you again. "no. we're only speaking the truth. and if you can't handle that, maybe you should leave."
you wanted to laugh at the girls' attempt to argue with you. but you had enough, and before you knew it, you had broken one of the girls' nose as your fist went flying towards then. you wanted to tug on the girl's hair, probably yank out a couple strands, give her a bald spot; you don't know, just something, when you feel yourself get held back, not only by mason, but somebody else.
you want to turn your head to look at the person who held you back from behind, but you didn't have to. "took you this long, huh, pulisic?" mason breathes sarcastically.
"shut it mount," christian almost growls. "babe, baby? i need you to calm down for me. got it? they're not worth it."
"they were insulting you!" you were still trying to fight off christian's death grips on your biceps even though you knew he'd overpower you.
"i don't give a fuck about that y/n, i give a fuck about your safety." you were sure he intended to whisper everything to you but because of how much you were trying to resist his grips, it came out as a low growl almost.
goddamn it, he always has his way with words, you thought. you finally give in and turn to face chris, your eyes beginning to water. "baby there's no need to cry."
"you're a good player, okay. just remember that." you reassure him, trying to silence the sobs slowly pouring out of your throat.
"i know. i'm pretty good huh?" christian scrunches his nose, wiping off your tears at the same time. and during the period where you and christian wouldn't quit staring into each other's eyes, jack grealish approaches the commotion, asking one of the chelsea guards to do him and his club a favor.
"lad, get these girls out of here." jack points at the two.
"what? wait, why?!" one of them starts throwing a tantrum.
"because you made my friend cry," jack raises his voice a little. and so the chelsea guards didn't waste no time escorting the girls out of stamford bridge. "you deserved that broken nose, by the way." jack shrugs as the girl you punched slowly walks by, a chelsea guard right behind her.
"hey thanks, man." christian says, giving jack a pat on the back.
"thanks jack. you didn't have to get involved." you grin thankfully at him.
"when it comes to city fans," jack air-quotes. "i will always involve myself."
christian turns back to you, watching you wipe the remaining tears on your face. "you and mase should watch the game from the lounge from now on. don't want a repeat of this next week, do we?"
"i love you, pulisic." you grin, scratching his beard.
"and a very aggressive i love you more to you, my girl."
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pixiedeadbeat · 11 days
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Bobby Moore and Geoff Hurst at Chadwell Heath, West Ham’s training ground, 1966.
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Jess Carter by Tim Walker for British Vogue's Pride Portfolio, 2023
Styled by Kate Phelan.
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