#england national team imagine

[b14augrana]

hi! could you do a Barca x teen reader fic please! also if you could include Lucy in it then that would be great :)

ouuu i gotchu 💯 i tried my best with this one !!

‘Nervous’ — Lucy Bronze

Summary: Lucy piqued your interest as soon as you were brought into Barça’s first team.. for multiple reasons

Warnings:

A/N: This is set a few years back so Lucy is around 18-19 years old, and other people are around the same age! No smut because 🫥🫥, but some slightly suggestive content and shitty spanish

You were extremely excited for your move from La Masia to the women’s first team. Being a youngster, it was a big deal for you; freshly 17 and already getting a chance to play with the first team, it meant the world to you.

Your first training was a fever dream. You met everyone on the team and introduced yourself, and you immediately got along with Aitana Bonmatí. She was the one that stuck with you throughout the training and ran you through everything.

“There’s one more person you haven’t met,” she told you, making you look at her funny. “Lucy, our right-back. She was at a training camp with her international team and she was supposed to be back today, but her flight got delayed,” Aitana laughed, and she continued with her dynamic stretches. You did too, but your movements weren’t as energetic because you found yourself lost in your thoughts. ‘Lucy.. why does that ring a bell?’ you asked yourself, feeling oddly bothered by this member of the team that you didn’t even know yet.

Your mind was devoid of thoughts for the rest of the training. You participated in rondos and shuttle sprints and mini games and overall had fun while getting to know your new team. Even a small conversation with the coach praising your skills told you that practice was going well.

Aitana approached you after training, her water bottle in one hand and her headband wrapped around the other. “You did well today. Buen trabajo, chica!” she said with a smile. You returned the gesture and thanked her. You both started to walk to the locker rooms to change out of your training kit, but you went rather slowly.

“Do you live with your parents?” she asked, and you shrugged. “Eh, they live around here, but I stay in the dorms at La Masia,” you replied, and she shook her head.

“Tsk, come with me! We have a team sleepover every month, to bond. Everyone will be there so you have to come,” she said firmly, begging you to agree until you finally gave in, and she smiled widely.

You were extremely nervous. When the time came for you to return to your temporary bedroom and gather your clothes for the sleepover, you were brooding over all the possible outcomes of the evening. What if you said the wrong thing and they all started hating you? What if you went to the wrong house, or got the date wrong? Aitana did say it was tonight… right?

“Oye chica, vamos!” a voice called out, and you quickly recognised it as Aitana’s. “I’m coming!” you yelled back, shoving your pyjamas into your duffel bag and grabbing the first toothbrush you could see, stumbling out of the room. The Spaniard was waiting outside of your room, her arms folded across her chest. “A taxi is waiting for us on the street,” she explained, and you nodded as you walked down the hall with her.

Once you had left the academy complex and gotten out onto the main street, you saw that she was right; Ona was standing by the curb with her bags, and a taxi was parked behind her. She was chatting with the driver before she turned around and smiled, pointing to you and Aitana and then saying something to the driver. You two walked over to the backseats and Ona strolled to the other side, flinging the opposite back door open and slumping into the seat. Aitana crammed in the middle and you were on the far side.

It didn’t take long for the taxi driver to deliver you to your destination. You three thanked him and apologised for the wait vigorously as you shuffled out of the car, hauling your bags with you. “Gracias taxista,” Ona said, struggling to fit herself and her large bag out of the door. Eventually, when you were all out, Aitana opened the gate to her house and you guys went in.

She had a nice house; it wasn’t anything too grand or fancy, it had a welcoming feel and actually felt like a home, which you thought spoke to Aitana’s character very well. You took your shoes off on the porch and carried them in, placing them beside the front door. A few minutes were spent looking around and getting familiar with the place before a loud bang from behind startled you.

“Patri– oi, where’s Patri?” a voice yelled, followed by multiple laughs. “She’s stuck on the gate!” another voice exclaimed through laughter, and Aitana flung open the door upon hearing this to reveal Patri on the gate by her shirt as they had said, and Mariona, Keira and Caroline rushing over to help her as Alexia tried to contain her laugh and Mapi clutched onto the wall for dear life as she cackled.

Ona let out a loud laugh as she ran over to see what the commotion was about, and she joined Mapi in howling with laughter against the wall. Patri eventually got to her feet and scowled at everyone, but as she was picking her bags up a smile appeared on her face. Patri — you would later figure out — was terrible at staying serious. They clamoured into the house and ran into the lounge, jumping onto the sofa and leaving their bags on the floor.

Mariona and Keira just managed to dodge the crowd of Ona, Patri and Mapi jumping stomach-first onto the couch, and Ona actually got unlucky and slid off the edge and landed on the floor.

Aitana and Caroline disappeared to drag out the spare mattresses that everyone would be sleeping on while Alexia helped Mapi up. You stood on the side, leaning against the wall, laughing at the scenes. At first sight, you’d think that Barcelona was the most serious team on the planet and they had no interest in doing anything other than preparing to be the best, but in reality it was the exact opposite; they were just girls doing what they loved at the end of the day.

Aitana and Caroline ushered everyone out of the way and dropped the mattresses right in the middle of the living room, then flung all the pillows that they could find on top. Keira and Caroline set their beds up on the couch though, and you hesitated to set up your sleeping area.

“Sleep on the mattress, (Y/N)!” Ona said, motioning to the ground. “Are you sure?” you asked shyly. Ona rolled her eyes jokingly, “No, I’m not sure,” she laughed, and then she beckoned to you, “Come down here!”. You smiled and bent down, unravelling one of the blankets Aitana provided and spreading it across the mattresses.

All of a sudden, you were all stopped in your tracks by a loud knock. You looked at each other, confused and slightly concerned. “Did you guys invite someone else?” Aitana asked the group, and they all shook their heads. “Frido is at the physio and Marta is still in Mataró…” Mariona said quietly. Cautiously, Aitana stood up and creeped towards the door, opening it swiftly. A gasp of surprise was heard before she exclaimed, “Lucy!”

Everyone jumped to their feet and sprinted to the door, but you were frozen in place. You stepped forward and peeked around the corner to get a glimpse of the woman that everyone was hugging and greeting.

She wasn’t too much taller than the others but you could tell that she was the same right-back Aitana told you about. She had muscles, and she looked strong. She was smiling and her hair was thrown into a bun and her eyes landed right on you. ‘Shit!’

“Who is this?” Lucy asked, motioning to you, her eyes fluttering up and down as she observed you and her smile didn’t fade. “Oh, that’s (Y/N). She’s the new teammate from from La Masia that Jonatan said was joining,” Ona explained.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N). I’m Lucy,” she introduced herself. You already knew that she was Lucy, but she didn’t know that. Your words got caught in your throat for a moment before you nodded and smiled back. “Nice to meet you too,” you said quietly.

The woman intimidated you, not because she was scary, but because she was extremely good looking. The only downside was, she looked older than you. You had to constantly remind yourself around these girls that you were 17 years old, and you couldn’t go for Lucy even if you wanted to.

You sat down, trying to act nonchalant, and you watched from the corner of your eye as Lucy put her bag and her suitcase towards the side and slumped on the couch. She leaned back, putting her arms at her head and spreading her legs, relaxing her body.

Your body was far from relaxed when you saw this. It tensed up and you could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. To brush it off, you grabbed the front of your shirt and acted like you were hot, fanning yourself with it. Maybe not the smoothest trick, but it worked.

Questions were being thrown around, asking Lucy why her flight was delayed and how the England camp was and whatnot, but you weren’t really focusing. She had said that it was because of some weather issues or something like that… you hadn’t caught it.

“So, (Y/N)..” Lucy started, turning to look at you. “How old are you?” She looked interested, her lips curled into a small smile.

“I’m, uh.. 17,” you replied, meeting her gaze. You tried to hold it to prove to yourself that you weren’t as affected by her presence as you thought you were, but it was near impossible and you had to drop the eye contact because it was too intense.

She was intense. You could tell that she could tell your behaviour was off and you normally didn’t act like this. She was probably feeding off it.. if you looked, she’d be smirking, looking at you with a soft of intrigue that would make you tense.

“17? You’re pretty young. Must be talented,” she remarked, and when you looked at with widened eyes, she simply winked. Nobody else around you acted like her behaviour was anything out of the ordinary — in fact, they hadn’t been paying attention to your conversation at all, and they were all talking amongst themselves.

“I thought you were at least a couple years older,” Lucy continued, making you raise an eyebrow, “Bit of a shame that isn’t the case.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You replied, not being able to help yourself and stay quiet which elicited a laugh from the woman. “Don’t worry about it,” said Lucy, shrugging it off.

She leaned over to whisper at you, baring her teeth at you through a teasing smile, “Too much for your little brain to think about.”

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[judesluvvvv]

this is what it feels like

fc: gracie abrams

paring: judebellingham & singer!femreader

summary: a certain footballer and a certain singer who would’ve thought?

author’s note: tbh I was bored not sure if I’ll ever do this again but we’ll see ((:!!

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marcusrashford 🔥🔥

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FEELS LIKE OUT NOW EVERYWHERE!!! A special thank you to my muse and my lover jude bellingham for inspiring this song

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[didishawn]

Then can I request a kylian fic where the reader is Jude and jobe Bellingham’s older sister and she is about 20/21 yo and she gets sm dms from different players, basketball players singer etc etc.. but then she gets a dm from kylian ( and kylian is her celeb crush) so she is over the moon then her brothers find out and become so overprotective over her.

Thank you for reading this long request bbs

❤️❤️❤️

Celebrity crush (Kylian Mbappe x Reader)

Warnings: none really, just celebs flirting with you and being kind of suggestive I guess

Masterlist

Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5

"Hey, Jude, care to tell me what your friend is doing on my dms?"

That definitely catches your brother's attention, walking over and taking the phone from your hand, his eyes widen when he sees Haaland react to your story with heart eyes, fires and a: looking good, Bellingham

"What an asshole" your brother says, scrolling up to see more messages like that from his friend "Any other friend of mine over your dms?"

You see your brother's intention of checking out more messages, you stand up, taking the phone off his hand, making him and Jobe -sitting on the couch, previously distracted, but now with a watchful eye staring at you-surprised.

Jude raises an eyebrow "What was that about?"

You give him a nervous smile "What was what about?"

"Taking the phone off his hand" Jobe says "What are you hiding?"

"Nothing, just don't want my little brother going through my dms"

"Do you have a boyfriend that you don't want us to know about?" Jude asks, his arms crossed, imitating your father whenever he saw you with some boy.

"And where did you get that from?"

"I don't know, you have been pretty cheery recently, not as annoying, and know are hiding something on your phone"

"You really want to see who else dms me?"

"I surely want to know if you are -Jobe cover your ears- hooking up with any of my teammates"

"I know what hooking up is...."

"Seriously, Jude? Fine, here, take it, I don't think you will find any of your friends there, but who knows?"

Honestly, Jude was kind of joking when he made his drama queen act about the dms, but he is not about to miss the chance of seeing who messages his dear sister.

Pedri González: coming any time soon to Barcelona? I can show you around the city and some real fun

Jamal Musiala: looking great, makes me want to show you who the best team of the Bundesliga really is

Harry Styles: wanna come to my next concert? Then we can find something better to do

Hero Fiennes Tiffin

Jude doesn't have time to read what that one said as his eyes go to the next name, he has that look that says: bullocks.

"You can't be serious, Kylian Mbappe?" he shouts, Jobe is instantly next to him watching your screen, your cheeks red.

Your brothers are speechless as they scroll over months of conversations in between you and who they know to be your celebrity crush, unbelieving when they see it was Kylian -or, Kyky as you call him-was the first to reach out to you, reacting to some story of yours of you tanning on the beach.

The man has invited you to France and all, and even offered to be the one to come and see you, doesn't matter if you are in Germany or England, he says he wants to see you.

"I can't believe it..." Jude sighs, Jobe nods.

"And you didn't tell us!"

"Because just look how crazy you are now. Besides, it's nothing serious, we are just friends"

"Yeah, right, that's why he constantly ssays you are hot and is desperate to see you"

"We are friends"

"You still should have told us!" the younger of the two says.

Jude is still for a second, seemingly deep in thought -you refrain from commenting how your never thought him to be one capable of thinking- he opens the camera, pointing at him and Jobe, whispers something at the younger one, you are confused, but refrain from saying anything as you see him press record.

"Hello Kylian, I am Jude, this is Jobe, but you must already know that judging by how much you seem to talk to my sister. You see, this video is just a warning to be very careful on whatever match we see each other next in, because I will be going after you. What on Earth is this about flirting with a maybe-future teammate's sister. Not cool at all, right Jobe? "

"Yeah! Not cool! At all!" you can't help but snort.

"So, yeah, just sleep with an open eye, and also, forget about my sister, she is too good for you even if she is pretty annoying"

"What? I am not annoying!"

"Yes you are, now shut up, I am not done yet" Jude turns again to the camera "Or you can continue talking to her and see what happens. Anyways, now I am finished, see ya around, Kyky"

They send the video, looking pretty proud of themselves.

Kylian opens your message as soon as it arrives as he always does, Jude and Jobe expectant for his reaction.

A couple of minutes later, a video from him arrives too, your brothers opening it without delay.

"Hello, Jude, Jobe, of course I know who you are, because you are right, I spend day and night talking with your sister and I don't intend to stop. I am pretty exited for what you will supposedly be doing next time we see each other Jude, I am sure you have some tricks up your sleeve - so do I, by the way. Really hoping we do end up as predicted on the same team, to see the look on your face when y/n uses my number instead of yours. Also, tell your sister to call me later, and don't be surprised when she travels to Paris on the next couple of weeks, she will be with me, my treat. Take care care you two, and give the phone back to your sister, I have something to show her"

Your brothers are speechless, and you, can't hp but laugh, taking your phone you start walking off, but turn to them "Oh, yeah, I will be asking you later for some tips about what to wear to Paris. I want to look my best, you know?"

You laugh at their expressions, a gentle smile taking over your face when a text from the man himself arrives, this time for you.

Your brothers are pretty funny, love, but we will also have to make sure to fill up the internet with photos about us when you come to me. Just as a payback.

#mbappe #kylian mbappe #mbappe psg #psg #mbappe x reader #mbappe imagine #france national team #france nt #jude bellingham #jobe bellingham #england nt #england national team

[kierantierney3]

Jude Bellingham/ Break up part 2

Part 1 part 3 part 4 part 5

This took me an embarrassing amount of time to complete. Apologise anyways part 2! Also this most is more so a filter chapter, i’ve decided i’ll turn this into a couple parts.

Face claim: Olivia Rodrigo

Masterlist

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yourusername Sour out now!! Go check it out on apple music, amazon music, spotify and youtube. Thank you to everyone who supported me during this hard time, i’m glad i can turn something negative into something positive.

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user It’s so good omggg

user Jude did my girl so wrong 😑

jackgrealish Congratulates y/n!

^yourusername Thank you Jack^

user My wife should never have been treated like that.

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football_wags Jude Bellingham caught making out with a random girl in the early hours of this morning, this is after his recent break up with pop star y/n. A source has confirmed there was no cheating involved in the young couple relationship but there was definitely bad blood and it was more than they were struggling with long distance. We hope both parties are okay.

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user “Guess you didn't cheat, But you're still a traitor” OMFGG MY GURL

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user The fact it was the day y/n released her album 🫠🫠

user My girl deserves better

user Fair enough Jude

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y/n y/l/n updates Jude Bellingham has refollowed y/n. He unfollowed her after the break up but has followed her again. This comes after Jude was spotted kissing a girl in the early hours of yesterday morning. The singer hasn’t followed him back.

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user Jude don’t you dare

user DONT FOLLOW HIM BACK DONT DO IT

user He’s just trying to cause drama

user I just know his friends are sick of him.

Anyone want anything specific in Part 3? Or leave it totally up to me. Either leave it in the comments or anonymously ask it! 

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[bellawoso]

•feel free to request, however I do not write smut 🤍

my masterlist:

Ona Batlle:

-> enchanted

-> i know places

Alexia Putellas:

-> how you get the girl

-> new romantics

-> would’ve, could’ve, should’ve (nr part 2)

-> we fell inlove in october

Aitana Bonmati:

-> you belong with me

-> delicate

-> sweet

-> love story

Jana Fernandez:

-> head over heels

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[hendolish]

captain jude wins it for england in the 2026 wc and everyone is super soft and fluffy maybe

jude bellingham - it's coming home ♡

The roar of the crowd fills the air like a deafening symphony as Jude, captain of the England team, leads the squad onto the pitch for the 2026 World Cup final against France.

It's a moment he's dreamed of since he was a young boy kicking a ball around the park, and now, with the weight of a nation on his shoulders, he's determined to make it count.

As the game kicks off, Jude can't help but feel a surge of pride as he looks around at his teammates, some of whom are experiencing their first taste of a major tournament final. A lot of the lads look up to him now and he knows they're counting on him to lead them to victory. He's determined not to let them down.

The match is intense, with both sides giving their absolute all in pursuit of the ultimate dream. Memories of their defeat to France in the 2022 tournament linger heavily in Jude's mind, but he pushes them aside, focusing on the task at hand. The past is no use to him now.

Mbappe puts France ahead towards the end of the first half with a lucky goal that slips between Pickford's legs with a deflection, leaving the tension in the stadium palpable.

But, as ever, he and the lads refuse to give up, and in the second half, Phil manages to find the back of the net with a brilliant strike, sending the crowd into a frenzy of excitement and invigorating the team to impossible levels as Jude scoops up the ball and they run back to the midway line to quickly restart the game.

When there's just five minutes left on the clock, Jude can feel the pressure mounting.

Not penalties, He can't help but think even after all this time. Anything but penalties.

The thought looms over him like a dark cloud, but then he sees his opportunity. Trent sends him a perfect through ball from the back, and Jude grasps the moment with desperate hands, weaving through the French defenders with determination.

He fires a shot from long range. And it should be too far. It really should be. He barely lands these in training.

But then all of a sudden Jude is hearing the unstoppable roar of the crowd, feeling Rashy grab onto him and Phil jump onto his back, watching as the ball swishes cleanly into the back of the net past the goalie's fingertips.

It's his legs that carry him to the fans. His mind is full of nothing but images of his mum and dad flashing by and all the time and hard work they dedicated to him, of his brother and his unwavering beliefs in his ability, and of the teammates he's had throughout the years that had made an impact on him.

Jude feels a smile crack onto his face.

It's broad and giddy and the complete opposite to how he'd usually celebrate, taciturn and serious, nodding sharply after a goal to say, 'Yeah, that's right. That's what I can do.' A habit leftover from his youth where Jude had felt like he constantly had to prove his maturity and earn his right to be on the pitch.

But he's done it now. Cemented himself into history.

Jude opens his arms up to the sea of blues and whites adorning the stands and allows himself to laugh freely as his teammates appear one by one to tackle him into the ground, gripping onto his shoulders, shouting and screaming in glee, and pressing their foreheads together.

Someone yells at Jude that they love him and Jude's grin hitches into his cheeks again as he places a kiss on the cheek of whoever's nearest, the chants of the crowd engulfing him, the pounding of the drums in tune with the beat of his heart.

It's coming home.

♡

#writing this fed my delusions so bad ahahah #we're going to win a wc in my lifetime so help me god #if any of this actually happens i will be claiming that i can see the future x #imagine jude having the winning goal tho ahhh my heart #and as CAPTAIN #england nt #england #england national team #england football #football #fics #jude bellingham #bellingham #real madrid #World Cup

[jane-gunson123]

Making History

Your boyfriend, Mason Mount, supports you through the biggest victory of your career so far, winning the Euros as captain of the Lioness. (Social Media AU) 

The reader is also Jordan Henderson little sister, just so there isn’t any confusion.

Main masterlist.

England NT masterlist

Mason Mount Masterlist

Y/NHendo01:

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Y/NHendo01: Nice 3 points before international break. Ft. A sneaky goal from your favorite duo. ⚽️

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lj10: always on fire 🔥

          ----- Y/NHendo01: 🔥

User084: stargirl ⭐️

Trentarnold66: come to Liverpool

———— Y/NHendo01: Up the toffies 🔵

——— jordanhenderson: stop antagonising my players pls.

——— Y/NHendo01: soz broski 💁‍♀️ (said in a bad Scouse accent)

User09: the banter between Y/N, Jordan and Trent will never not be my favourite 😂

ChelseafcW: Woman of the match 🤩

———— Y/NHendo01: ❤️❤️❤️

Y/NHendo01:

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Y/NHendo01: And the hard work begins. 24 days to change our lives. Euro 2022 here we come. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

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Lionesses: Our skipper 🤩

———— Y/NHendo01: honoured ❤️

User843: How is she that pretty and talented 😍

——— jordanhenderson: she gets it from her brother 🤷‍♂️

Centralcee: the manden be backing u bro.

——— Y/NHendo01: You keep talking road in my comments and I’ll post that video of u.

——— Centralcee: I was just been nice, Y/N and you wouldn’t dare.

——— User823: I need to see this video, pls post it Y/N

——— Y/NHendo01: I would and thank u. U better come and watch me play if we play at Wembley.

User05: Why is central cee in her comments. She’s lit not that famous 😂

——— user88: They have know each other since they were 15 and Y/N signed for Chelsea. They went to school together.

——— User134: Same with her and Trent. They went to the same school when Y/N had to move to Liverpool with Jordan.

Lionesses:

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Lionesses: semi-final bound. The English are never done. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

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Masonmount: that’s my gf 😍

——— User23: He’s so lover boy coded

——— Trentarnold66: He’s whipped that’s what he is.

Y/NHendo01: The English are never done, Howay the lasses.

——— alessiarusso99: Skipper 🫡

JackGrealish: proud to be English. Keep going girls 🩶

User367: They have honestly restored my love of football.

Masonmount:

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Masonmount: supporting you every step of the way, my girl. We are all unbelievably proud of you. To wear your name on my back is like a feeling comparable with none, but hopefully soon it will be it will be mine you wear. I love you unconditionally ❤️❤️❤️

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Y/NHendo01: U have made me cry now I can’t leave the room for training. I love you so much and miss u loads can’t wait to see you face to face again 😂❤️❤️❤️

User617: I feel like I’ve just been called single in 627 different languages

——— Trentarnold66: same

Centralcee: I’ll be the DJ at the wedding.

——— Y/NHendo01: No, we want people to actually stay at our wedding, not leave because they heard your music.

——— Centralcee: Don’t lie I watched the interview where Tooney said you were in charge of the music in the dressing room and played my songs so 🖕

Jordanhenderson: your last name is going no where near my sister. Not when u haven’t asked me to marry her.

——— user162: He’s such a protective older brother 😂

——— Y/NHendo01: Can u not pls 😂

Y/NHendo01:

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Y/NHendo01: 1 step left. Bring on the final and wave the flags. It’s coming home 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

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Ellatoone: it’s coming home

——— 1MaryEarps: it’s coming home

——— MBrighty04: Footballs coming home

Masonmount: bring on Wembley

User56: let’s go, the lionesses are bringing it home.

Jordanhenderson:

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Jordanhenderson: From you begging me to take you to the park so we could kick a ball together at 5 to now at 23 captaining England through a Euros final.

Y/N/N, you are a true inspiration to everyone around you including me. I can’t put into words how proud I am of you. It’s an honour to watch you achieve what you have as your older brother.

You were always my biggest fan growing up, sitting front and center at all my matches now I will be for you. Bring on Wembley wor kid. You got this. Whatever the result I’ll be waiting arms open for you.

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Y/NHendo01: are you trying to make me cry.

——— Jordanhenderson: don’t get emotional on me now 😂

Y/NHendo01: Love u bro, what an honour it’s been to follow in your footsteps. Bring on this final. ❤️

——— Jordanhenderson: Love you unconditionally sis ❤️

User62: To have bond with your siblings like Y/N and Jordan would literally be a dream

——— Trentarnold66: you should see them bicker over who supports the better football team.

——— Y/NHendo01: it’s not my fault Jordan fell and hit his head as a child so support’s Sunderland. Up the mags 🩶🖤

——— Masonmount: not this again.

Liverpoolfc: Come on you Lionesses ❤️

Lionesses:

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Lionesses: YOUR EUROPEAN CHAMPIONS 😍🏆

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User362: legends 🔥🔥🔥

Jordanhenderson: Come on you lionesses.

PhilFoden: Come on England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

Lucybronze: champions 🏆

User267: It was Y/Ns goal that was incredible.

——— user36: yeah then she took her top of as a celebration. Ledgend 🔥

Y/NHendo01: Unbelievable

Masonmount:

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Mason mount: Champions after 55 years of hurt. A beautifully talented captain. A team filled with ambition and resilience. What a night a Wembley and what a goal from my gorgeous girl ❤️❤️❤️

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Phil Foden: come on u lionesses ❤️

JordanHenderson: Proud brother moment

——— Masonmount: Proud Boyfriend moment

——— CentralCee: Proud best friend moment 🙄

Y/NHendo01: I could not ask for better. Love u always my boy ❤️

——— MasonMount: love you forever baby ❤️

——— Ellatoone: Well forever is gunna have to wait cos we are getting smashed tonight. Soz Mason, me and less stole ur girl 😘

User347: what a team they are

#mason mount #mason mount imagine #mason mount x reader #England National Football Team #england lionesses x reader #euro 2022 #chealsea #football social media au

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Mason mount

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I felt gentle lips barley brushing against my forehead followed by a small and even gentler kiss on my nose causing me to smile. Soft digit tracing my bottom lip before his lips locked on mine, not moving, no rush just being there with each other.

“I love you.” He whispered against my lips and I cracked one eye open to look at his soft feature. He had messy bed hair that looked extra fluffy and when my hand made its way to the back of his neck, lightly scratching, a moan involuntary left his lips causing his cheeks to turn pink pulling a small laugh out of my lips.

“Morning pretty boy.” I whispered back we were so close that our lips were brushing.

His hand made its way to my arm lightly brushing his fingers against my skin just enough to make goosebumps rise up in his way. When he reached my hand, he laced our fingers together and brought it up to his lips pressing a kiss to each knuckles and then held it against his heart. All while my heart was beating out of my chest, butterflies going crazy in my stomach.

“Can we just stay in bed?” He mumbled looking at me with puppy eyes.

“Of course we can baby.” I said kissing his nose and nuzzling my face under his chin.

Having the position that I did in my line of work, meant that I had more flexibility about when I came to work however it didn’t mean that I was doing any less work.

I love my job and working but some days it could be pretty demanding and exhausting which is what led to the few messages and a missed call notifications on my phone. See, I’d forgotten my phone in my office before my last meeting so when I Mason didn’t hear back from me he sent another massage asking if I was alright. It wasn’t my intention to worry him so I immediately called him.

“Baby you okay?” His voice was laced with worry which made me feel more guilty and I slumped back against my chair sighing.

“Yeah I was in a meeting forgot my phone in my office. I’m sorry I made you worry.” I said closing my eyes.

“It’s alright love. When are you coming home tho?” He asked and one look at the clock told me it was way past the usual working hours and that I’ve had lost the track of time, again.

“I’m coming back now. Do you need me to pick up anything from the store on my way love?” I asked grabbing my coat and bag making my way to the lift.

“Actually.. you sound really tired. Can I please pick you up? I’d feel much more comfortable if you didn’t drive like that.” He said and I could already hear muffling and jiggling of his keys.

“Yes please.” I breathed out leaning my head against the wall.

“Alright, I’ll be there in a few and we can get the groceries on the way back yeah?” He said and I heard the car starting on the other side of the line.

“Sounds good Mase. I’ll see you in a bit?” I said not wanting him to be on the phone while he’s driving plus the lift was finally at my floor and there was no reception in there.

It wasn’t long before I saw his car outside the lobby while I was chatting with Bob, the security guy who was telling me about his grandchildren.

My conversion with Bob long forgotten as I saw him get out of the car and make his way to the other side and leaning against the car. Smiling when he saw me.

“Ohh that look..” My attention was brought back to Bob as he sighed smiling at me.

“What do you mean?” I asked, having some ideas about what he might be talking about.

“That boy is lucky he’s got you that’s all.” He said chuckling and raising his arms in surrender, making his way back behind the desk and I shook my head saying goodnight.

My eyes locked on his chocolate eyes, biting my lips as I walked down the steps.

“Hi.” I said not being able to hide the huge smile that took over my face. My mood was lifted up by just the sight of him.

I walked up to him our chest almost brushing but apparently it wasn’t enough for him as he grabbed my hip and pressed me against his body. His warmth immediately engulfing me and he held my head with Hm the other hand guiding my lips to his.

All the tension left my body as I raised my arms to wrapped them around his neck needing more contact.

“Hi.” He breathed out smiling like an idiot when we finally pulled apart.

“Hi” I said again causing him to giggle.

“Cmon let’s get you home boss lady.” He said kissing my forehead and opening the car door for me.

“What you making babe?” I said my arms around his waist and my head was resting on his back.

“Your favourite.” He answered putting down the spatula and turning back to hold me properly.

Hands on my hips, my chin rested on his chest and he looked at me on a way that made my stomach flip, brushing my cheek with the tip of his fingers. Something he seemed to do an awful lot and I secretly loved it.

There.. love.

Something I have yet to say back. He’d said it a while back and was more than understanding when he realised that I needed more time processing my feelings and sorting myself out, doing everything in his power to not make me feel guilty or any kind of pressure.

I’ve had dated before Mason but have never gotten past the talking stage. I was always scared that bringing someone in a romantic way into my life would just make everything more hectic. I wouldn’t be able to manage the complications between making time for my friends, work and my partner and to be honest I was perfectly content with my life using the free time to just focus on myself.

From the moment I met Mason, we just hit it off. He was so easy to talk to and I felt comfortable around him. I felt safe which is why he became an important person in my life, pretty fast. First as a friend tho, fitting right with the rest of the members.

After a specially rough day at work that made me miss our get-together with our friends for the first time, I found Mason on the steps of my house. A single blue rose in his hand. My favourite flower.

He had changed my mood completely just by being there at the right time. after that might, it became a tradition between us I’d come home to find him on my steps, like a stray puppy. Each night a single blue rose in one hand and takeaway in the other.

After the vase in my living room was filled with blue roses from his nightly visits, he’d finally found the courage to kiss me. I knew from that moment onwards there was no use of those walls that I’d kept around my heart for years. He’d made his way past all those barriers without me even realising it.

The first night we spent the night together, just holding each other, I realised that I finally had someone on my side. Although I was perfectly capable of fighting my own battles, I didn’t have to do it alone. Of course I had great friends that I trusted my life with but Mason was someone that I didn’t have to be in war with, ever.

There were no sides with him. It’s just us.

So in that moment, leaned against his chest, gazing into his beautiful eyes, I felt an almost overwhelming urge to finally say it. In fact I knew from the moment he’d told me he loved me that I felt the same way for him, just needed a bit more time to actually voice it.

“I love you” I blurted out.

He froze up, his eyes widened, his bottom lip started to wobble and tears pulled at his eyes causing me to panic, not understanding what’s happening but it was short-lived as a smile took over his face just as quickly.

The sound of our laughs filled the kitchen as he lifted me up in his arms, spinning us around and repeating those three words over and over again.

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WORLD CLASS

Chapter 6

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A/N: Hey guys, long time no see. Happy 2024! I hope everything is going the way you wanted this year to go so far. Apologies for being M I A. Cannot promise that it won't happen again, but I'm trying honestly. Here is the next part of the world class fanfic - currently posting archived posts so hopefully my posts will be a bit more frequent. Anywayysss enjoy :)

ps: i know that one of the photos y/n is wearing an orlando kit, please just imagine this as if its the england kit (i tried looking at couldn't find a single photo.)

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y/nmorrison_ semi final jitters. First starting lineup for england!

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lucybronze: well done lil sis. ✨💕

As the trio—Y/N, Russo, and Toone—receive a summons to meet with Serena Weigman, the tension rises once again.

Seated side by side in Serena’s office, the trio exchanges anxious glances, awaiting Serena’s decision. Before the manager can delve into the details, a sudden commotion outside the office draws her attention.

In Serena’s absence, Russo and Toone begin to whisper to each other, casting furtive glances in your direction. The mystery surrounding their hushed conversation only fuels your confusion.

Finally, unable to contain your curiosity, you ask, “What’s going on, guys? Why the secret conversation?”

Toone hesitates, exchanging a glance with Russo before breaking into a grin. "Okay, here's the deal," she begins, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "If either of us gets the chance to replace James, we've decided we'll give it up for you."

Your eyes widen in disbelief. "What? Why would you do that?"

Russo chimes in, "Because, Y/N, we genuinely believe you deserve this opportunity more than anyone. You've been giving your all on and off the pitch. It's your time to shine."

You, humbled and slightly overwhelmed, stammer, "But... I don't understand. Why me?"

Toone smiles, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Because we're a team, and we know you'll make the most of this chance. We believe in you."

Russo nods in agreement. "You've got the heart, the spirit, and the skill. This is your moment, Y/N."

As Serena returns to her office, the trio—You, Russo, and Toone—shifts their attention back to the manager. Serena, her expression serious yet compassionate, begins laying out the scenario.

"Alright, girls, here's the situation," Serena starts, her eyes moving from one player to the next. "As you know, James is out due to the red card. It's a crucial match, and decisions have to be made."

Your stomach churns with a mix of nerves and anticipation. You exchange glances with Russo and Toone, both of whom share a silent understanding.

"We've got options, and I need your input," Serena continues. "Toone, Russo, both of you have been in excellent form. But here's the catch—we can only pick one."

Serena pauses, letting the weight of her words settle. Outside the office, the buzz of activity hints at the significance of the moment.

"Toone," Serena turns to the forward, "you've been a force up front. Your agility and goal-scoring prowess are invaluable."

Toone nods, her eyes reflecting the gravity of the decision at hand.

"Russo," Serena shifts her focus, "your ability to create opportunities and your strategic play have been crucial for us."

Russo acknowledges Serena with a determined nod.

"And then, there's you, Y/N," Serena says, turning to you with a hint of a smile. "A versatile player, a team player, someone who's demonstrated resilience both on and off the field."

You feel a mixture of pride and nervousness as Serena acknowledges your contribution.

"Before we make a decision," Serena continues, "I need your honest thoughts. Speak up. What are your strengths, and how do you think you can contribute to this crucial match?"

Toone and Russo take turns expressing their confidence in their abilities, emphasizing how they could make a difference on the pitch. You, though still battling the lingering nausea, speak about your adaptability, teamwork, and the determination to give your best, regardless of the position.

Serena listens attentively, weighing your words. Just as the discussion reaches a pivotal point, another commotion from outside interrupts the conversation. Serena excuses herself briefly, promising to return to finalize the decision.

In Serena's absence, Toone and Russo exchange glances, and you can't help but feel the intensity of the moment. The unspoken camaraderie among the three players resonates in the room.

Finally, Serena returns, her expression resolute."The decision is made," Serena declares. "Toone, Russo, thank you for your commitment. But today, Y/N, you're stepping into James' position. We believe in your ability to make a difference on the field."

A mix of surprise and gratitude washes over you. Toone and Russo, true to their whispered agreement, nod in support. The trio, now united in a shared mission, leaves Serena's office, ready to face the challenges that await them on the pitch.

jude's story.

In the early morning light, the Madrid football stadium stands quiet as your voice echoes, phone pressed against your ear. On the other side of the world, you pace the field in Australia, cleats clicking, engaged in your conversation with Jude.

"I did it jude, I'm on the lineup!"

"Ahhh! Congratulations my love, I am so proud!"

"I'm shitting myself though. What if I mess up?"

"Y/N, you won't." Jude's frown is evident through the screen.

"But what if-" Jude interupts you, knowing her common weakness of self doubt.

Jude: "You know, Y/N, I've been thinking. I really want to get a dog."

You chuckle, adjusting your kit, "A dog, Jude? Seriously? That's your way of making me feel better?"

Jude, excitement in his voice, "Well, yeah! Imagine having a loyal companion to share the victories and defeats with. Plus, I could use some unconditional love."

Your tone shifting, you sigh, "I love the idea, Jude, but you know our situation. We have a tiny apartment in London, and with our careers, we aren't home much. A dog might not fit in."

Jude, thoughtful, responds, "You've got a point. But think about it, Y/N - a dog could bring so much joy into our lives. We could make it work."

You chuckle, "I can just see us trying to fit a dog bed next to all our football gear. It's a charming image, but practicality might get in the way."

Jude: "Practicality? Since when did footballers worry about that? We'll figure it out. Maybe hire a dog walker or recruit teammates for puppy play dates."

You smile at the mental image, saying, "You're optimistic, Jude. I love it. Let's make a deal: if we ever get a dog, it has to be an arsenal fan. No exceptions."

"how about England fan, as a compromise?"

"Deal!"

Jude laughs "Now, speaking of dogs, while you're preparing for your World Cup match, I'll start researching local shelters here in Madrid. We might find the perfect furry friend."

You grin, "In Madrid? That's ambitious, but I like it. Just make sure it's a dog that can keep up with both our busy schedules."

The conversation takes an unexpected turn as Jude hesitates, "You know, Y/N, we've been talking about this dog and our hectic schedules. What if... What if you moved in with me in Madrid? We could find an apartment here, and maybe that way, we can make having a dog work."

You, on the other end of the line, feel a mix of surprise and panic. "Move to Madrid? I mean, it sounds tempting, but that's a huge step, Jude. My club is in Arsenal, my family's in London. It's not just about football; it's about my whole life."

Jude, realizing the impact of his suggestion, softens his tone, "I didn't mean to upset you, Y/N. I just want us to find a way to make it work, you know? The dog, being together more, all of it."

You, taking a deep breath, reply, your voice wavering, "I appreciate that, Jude, I really do. But moving to another country, leaving everything I know behind, it's a huge step."

And with that, the conversation ends on a somber note, leaving you to gather your thoughts and prepare for your match, while Jude grapples with the realization that his suggestion has brought unexpected tension into your relationship.

Feeling the weight of the conversation, you take a deep breath and reply, your voice strained, “Jude, this is a lot to process. I’ve got a match to get ready for, and we both need time to think. Let’s talk about this later, okay?”

As you navigate the tumult of emotions, Jude, sensing your struggle, starts to respond, “Y/N, I didn’t mean to make this–”

Before he can finish, you interrupt, “Jude, I’ve got to go. Lucy’s coming into my room, and I need to focus. We’ll talk later, okay?”

Jude, left with his thoughts and the unresolved conversation, reluctantly agrees, “Yeah, sure. Take care, Y/N.”

The line goes silent, leaving Jude to grapple with the weight of the discussion. On the other side of the world, you face the challenge of compartmentalizing your emotions and preparing for the match ahead. The distance, both physical and emotional, lingers as you each retreat to your respective worlds, carrying the burden of a conversation that has taken an unexpected turn.

As you sit there, attempting to process the unexpected turn in your conversation with Jude, Lucy walks into your room, concern etched on her face.

Lucy: “Y/N, everything okay? You seem a bit off.”

You, forcing a small smile, reply, “Yeah, just… unexpected news from Jude. We were talking about getting a dog, and then he suggested I move to Madrid. It’s a lot to take in.”

Lucy, sensing the weight in your words, sits down beside you, “Move to Madrid? That’s a huge step. What are you thinking?”

You, staring into the distance, admit, “I don’t even know, Lucy. Arsenal is my home, my family is here, and I can’t just uproot everything. It’s overwhelming.”

Lucy, offering a supportive hand, says, “Take your time, Y/N. You don’t need to make any decisions right now. And if you ever need to talk about it, I’m here.”

As you sit in contemplative silence, Lucy gently reveals, “You know, Y/N, I was actually considering mentioning you to FC Barcelona. But I held back because I knew how close you are with Leah at Arsenal. However, things have changed now.”

You, looking at Lucy with surprise, ask, “You were going to mention me to Barcelona?”

Lucy nods, “Yeah, your talent deserves recognition, and Barcelona is always looking for top-tier players. I didn’t want to complicate things, but now that Jude has brought up this move, maybe it’s worth exploring. You could commute from Madrid and play with me and keira. No pressure, though. Just a thought.”

You, processing the unexpected turn of events, say, “That’s a lot to consider, Lucy. I appreciate your honesty and support. Let me think about it.”

Before Lucy leaves, you ask her quietly, “Please, Lucy, don’t tell anyone about this. Not yet.”

Lucy, with a reassuring smile, responds, “Never. Your decisions are yours to share when you’re ready. I’ve got your back, Y/N.”

And with that promise hanging in the air, Lucy leaves the room, leaving you to contemplate the potential paths ahead, the weight of the conversation still heavy on your shoulders.

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englandfans06 it's coming home 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

In the bustling waiting area, players clutch their mascots, standing alongside their Australian opponents. You, battling persistent nausea, can't pinpoint the cause. A quick, vivid flashback engulfs you - you remember feeling queasy and unsettled just after your meeting with Sarina..

You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. The vivid image of the office, the faint scent of paperwork, and the subtle anxiety that lingers in the air become etched in your memory. You shake off the unsettling thoughts, determined to focus on the task at hand - the World Cup semi-final.

Returning to the sidelines, your eyes catch the glimpse of your little mascot - a charming girl with braided hair named Tilly. You greet her with a warm smile. "Hello there, what's your name?"

The little girl beams back, "I'm Tilly!"

Kneeling down to Tilly's level, you create an instant connection. "Hi, Tilly! Who's your favorite football team?" you ask, genuinely curious.

Tilly hesitates for a moment, then responds, "Arsenal."

"No way! Who's your favorite player? Is it Leah, 'cause she's brilliant-"

She shakes her head.

"Meado?"

She shakes her head.

"Then who?" You giggle. Tilly hesitates for a minute before pointing at you.

Taken aback, you chuckle. "Me? Really? That's so special, Tilly. Thank you!"

You compliment Tilly on her adorable braids, expressing genuine admiration. Standing up again, you take Tilly's hand, leading her toward the pitch. The exchange transforms the waiting area into a moment of connection and inspiration.

As you step onto the pitch, the roar of the crowd intensifies. You, still feeling nausea, twirl Tilly around, creating a moment of joy. Your laughter echoes, a delightful contrast to the tense energy of the impending match. Your teammates, witnessing the scene, join in the merriment.

The referee's whistle signals the start of the match. You, still holding Tilly's hand, guide her toward the center circle for pre-game rituals. Tilly, wide-eyed, takes in the enormity of the stadium.

During the national anthems, you stand with Tilly, singing along proudly. The little girl, mimicking the anthem, adds charm to the solemn moment. You exchange a knowing glance with Tilly, a silent acknowledgment of the shared experience.

As the anthems conclude, you crouch down to Tilly's level. "You ready to watch an amazing game, Tilly?"

Tilly nods enthusiastically. "Yes! And you're gonna score, right?"

Y/N grinned. "I'll give it my best shot. And I have you cheering me on, so that's like having a secret superpower."

With a final exchange of smiles, you part ways momentarily as the match begins. Fueled by Tilly's infectious enthusiasm, you dive into the game with renewed vigor. Throughout the match, you steal glances toward the stands, where Tilly waves her miniature flag, cheering wholeheartedly. The documentary crew, capturing every emotion, immortalizes this heartwarming chapter of the World Cup journey.

Lucy Bronze and Leah Williamson gather the team for a powerful pep talk. Lucy's embrace envelops each player, setting the tone for unity and determination.

"Ladies, today is special," Lucy declares, her voice ringing with authority. "We're welcoming you onto this grand stage for your debut. We've seen your dedication, and now it's time to show the world just how brilliant you are."

Leah steps forward, her words infusing the air with a mix of authority and camaraderie. "Today, we beat the Australians not just for a place in the finals but for the pride of wearing this jersey and for the legacy we're building together."

The team absorbs the intensity of the moment, a shared resolve forming as they prepare to face the formidable Australian opponents.

"The Australians are tough, relentless," Leah warns. "This won't be easy, but we've faced challenges before, and we've conquered them. Today, we fight for each other, and we fight to win."

As they disperse to their positions on the field, Lucy and Leah's words linger, becoming a driving force for a team ready to turn challenges into triumphs. The pitch awaits, and with your debut adding an extra layer of significance, the England Women's National Team stands united, ready to leave their mark on the journey to the finals.

During half-time, you, overwhelmed by emotions stemming from the recent decision to consider moving from Arsenal to FC Barcelona, run out, seeking solace. Unbeknownst to you, Lucy, who knows the source of your distress, observes your hurried exit and decides to follow.

As you find yourself in the bathroom, tears streaming down your face, Lucy enters, concerned. "Y/N, what's happening? You seem upset."

Surprised by Lucy's presence, you try to brush it off. "It's nothing, Lucy. Just need a moment."

Lucy, aware of the underlying issue, insists, "Y/N, I know there's more to it. You don't have to face it alone."

Meanwhile, Leah, approaches the bathroom to check on you. Lucy intercepts her, blocking the entrance. "Leave her be, Leah. She needs space."

Leah, puzzled and concerned, insists, "Lucy, Y/N is my best friend. I can't just leave her alone when she's upset. What's going on?"

Lucy, torn between loyalty to you and the desire to protect your privacy, hesitates. "This is not something for everyone to know. Y/N needs time."

Leah, feeling the tension escalate, demands, "Lucy, I need to know. What's bothering Y/N? She doesn't keep secrets from me."

Lucy, frustrated and grappling with the conflicting responsibilities, finally blurts out, "She was considering a move to FC Barcelona. But nothing's confirmed—"

Leah, stunned by the revelation, looks at Lucy with disbelief. The confrontation shifts from concern for you to a heated exchange between Lucy and Leah, each grappling with their roles in your life and the challenges of balancing personal matters with the demands of the game.

Leah's eyes harden with frustration and confusion. "Wait—What?!!"

Lucy, defensive yet determined, replies, "Because she's trying to protect you, Leah. She knows how much you care. And you would also convince her not to go."

Leah, not satisfied with the explanation, shoots back, "Y/N and I share everything. What gives you the right to decide otherwise?"

Lucy, now equally frustrated, retorts, "I'm trying to do what's best for her, Leah. Sometimes that means making tough decisions."

Leah, her emotions bubbling over, exclaims, "Best for her? You don't get to decide what's best for Y/N without considering how it affects the people who actually care about her!"

Sarina, hearing the heated exchange between Lucy and Leah, steps into the bathroom, her presence commanding attention. "Enough of this," she declares.

The confrontation between Lucy and Leah intensifies, and you find yourself caught in the crossfire of conflicting emotions. Finally, you can't take it anymore. "Enough! Both of you, just stop!" The weight of your emotions spills over as you storm out of the bathroom, leaving Lucy and Leah in stunned silence.

Lucy and Leah exchange a tense glance but follow Sarina back into the main room, where the team is gathered. Sarina swiftly transitions into discussing the plans for the second half of the match, redirecting the focus to the task at hand. "As I was saying," Sarina begins, her tone authoritative, "we need to tighten our defense, capitalize on their weaknesses, and keep the pressure on. You, Y/N, are key in this; I want you to exploit the gaps in their formation."

Determined to contribute despite the emotional turmoil, you nod in agreement. The rest of the team, sensing the underlying tension, focuses on Sarina's strategic instructions, trying to maintain the morale built throughout the tournament.

The second half begins with renewed intensity. The team, despite the recent upheaval, channels their energy into the game. You, amidst the emotional turmoil, push yourself to deliver on the pitch. Lucy and Leah, recognizing the need to set aside personal differences, demonstrate a united front in their positions.

The opposing team notices a shift in the England Women's National Team's dynamics but can't exploit it. The players, committed to their roles, continue to execute the game plan, rallying together for a common goal.

As the match progresses, the team's focus becomes more pronounced. The exchange of glances and unspoken tensions are momentarily set aside for the collective pursuit of victory. The pursuit of victory resonates with every skillful play, and the once-challenged morale finds its way back, fueled by the shared determination to advance to the finals.

At the crucial moment, as the ball finds its way to you, Leah's words echo in your mind - a reminder of the strength that comes from leaning on your teammates. Your legs burn with exhaustion, but the goal beckons like an elusive dream slipping through your fingertips. With a burst of determination, you unleash a powerful, swerving kick that sends the ball soaring through the air.

Time seems to slow as the ball arcs towards the goal, every heartbeat resonating with the collective hope of the team and the echoes of the crowd. The goalkeeper, stretching in vain, can only watch as the ball, driven by your unwavering spirit, slams into the back of the net.

A thunderous roar erupts from the stands, the celebration echoing through the stadium. You, momentarily suspended in the bliss of triumph, are engulfed by your teammates, the weight of the match and the underlying tensions momentarily forgotten.

With the scoreboard now reading 2-1 in favor of England, the atmosphere in the stadium crackles with anticipation. The England Women's National Team is on the verge of securing their place in the World Cup finals.

In a strategic move, Russo enters thepitch, replacing Kelly. The team, riding the momentum of your earlier goal, senses the opportunity to solidify their lead. You, eager to contribute further, seize an opportunity near the sideline.

As the clock ticks down, you skillfully maneuver the ball, evading defenders with a series of deft moves. Russo, positioned strategically in the box, makes a decisive run, anticipating your intention. With precision, you deliver a pinpoint cross that arches gracefully into the penalty area.

The stadium holds its collective breath as Russo, timing her approach perfectly, leaps and connects with the ball. A resounding thud echoes through the stadium as Russo's header sends the ball hurtling into the net. The crowd erupts into ecstatic cheers as the scoreboard now proudly displays 3-1, marking a significant advantage for the England team.

You, having orchestrated the play, share a triumphant moment with Russo. The teammates, their connection evident in the precision of that crucial play, are engulfed by the jubilant celebrations of their colleagues. The dramatic turn of events showcases the resilience and teamwork that define the England Women's National Team, solidifying their position in the World Cup finals.

Amidst the celebratory chaos, as you and Russo revel in the glory of the goal that solidified England's lead, Lucy approaches with a compliment. "Y/N, you'd make a great addition to Barcelona," she remarks, a smile on her face.

While you reciprocate the smile, a sudden gut punch of realization strikes you. The prospect of moving to another team, even if just in conversation, reopens the emotional wounds stirred by earlier discussions. Despite the outward composure, your internal struggle intensifies.

Feeling the weight of conflicting emotions, you seek solace in the familiar embrace of Leah, who, overwhelmed with emotion, has tears streaming down her face. The joy of reaching a World Cup final, an elusive dream for Leah until now, has rendered her speechless.

You, sensing Leah's vulnerability, attempt to apologize for the recent bickering, but before you can utter a word, Leah pulls you into a tight hug. In that embrace, the unspoken apologies and the weight of your recent conflicts seem to dissipate. Leah's words ring clear, breaking through the noise of the celebration. "Bickering or not," Leah whispers, her voice choked with emotion, "none of it matters right now. We made it, Y/N. We're in a World Cup final."

The significance of the moment hangs in the air as you hold each other, your shared journey filled with struggles and triumphs culminating in this monumental achievement. The team, once fractured by personal conflicts, finds unity in the pursuit of a common goal. In that embrace, you and Leah celebrate not only the victory on the pitch but also the resilience of your friendship amid the challenges of elite football.

As your and Russo's celebration echoes through the stadium, the commentators seize the moment to emphasize the historical significance of this match for both the women's and men's teams. "Incredible scenes here as Y/N's goal propels the England Women's National Team to a 3-1 lead, securing their spot in the World Cup final. But, folks, let's not overlook the broader impact of this moment. For years, both the men's and women's teams have tirelessly pursued the elusive World Cup, and today, the women have showcased their prowess on the grandest stage."

The echoes of the celebration and the commentators' reflections merge into a symphony of triumph, resonating far beyond the stadium, marking a defining chapter in the history of women's football.

In the midst of the roaring crowd, the commentary captures the essence of your journey. As the England Women's National Team secures a 3-1 lead, the commentators emphasize the historical significance of this moment for both the men's and women's teams.

"Your goal, Y/N, propels the England Women's National Team to a 3-1 lead, securing your spot in the World Cup final. This moment isn't just about a match; it's about breaking barriers, rewriting narratives, and proving that women's football deserves recognition and celebration. Your journey is a testament to the strides made in the pursuit of global glory."

Leah's emotional reaction becomes a powerful symbol for the women's team, transcending the boundaries of just a match. "Leah's emotional reaction speaks volumes. For the women's team, this isn't just about winning a match; it's about paving the way for future generations and showcasing that women's football deserves every bit of recognition."

The unity between you and Leah is highlighted as symbolic in the grander scheme of things. "The unity between you and Leah is symbolic—a reminder that, regardless of gender, football is a sport that unites, inspires, and creates history. As you head to the World Cup final, you're not just competing; you're paving the way for future generations."

In the broader context, the significance of England's journey is acknowledged. "As we savor this moment, let's acknowledge the magnitude of what's happening here. England, with its storied football legacy, is on the verge of etching a new chapter in the annals of the beautiful game."

The shared dream between the men's and women's teams becomes a powerful narrative. "The men's and women's teams stand side by side in pursuit of a shared dream—a World Cup triumph that transcends gender boundaries. This moment isn't just important for England but for football as a whole."

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lucybronze - so proud of this team ❤️

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no.1englandfan - its coming home! 🎶🎵

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[sergioperez4life]

The feeling I got when I saw this. 🤤

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[spider-alvarez]

Mason Mount 🥵

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[pavardscherie]

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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[didishawn]

Love at First Massage (Jude Bellingham x reader)

Warnings: feet I guess (?)

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It was Vinicius who recommended him the place, a nice, unknown, little massage parlour somewhere along the forgotten streets leading up to Plaza Mayor.

The first thing that caught his attention was how empty the place was, a bored looking lady in the reception table checking out her nails as the typical hallway music played on the background.

The sound of his steps got her attention, her eyes didn't widden -probably used to Vini and other players visiting the place-, but he could see recognition on her face as she nodded her head on greeting as he introduces himself, she stood up and leaded him up to the farthest away chair from the windows and told him to wait.

A small chair was next to his chair topped by some magazines, his face visible in one of them, he still couldn't understand spanish, but he guessed they were throwing praises at him for scoring in all La Liga matches since his debut.

"Hi, I am y/n, I am in charge of your massage today"

A voice, your voice, caught his attention, and he was hypnotised from the very first moment, truly believing that he had died and went to heaven.

He tried to greet you back, he truly did, but not a noise came out of his mouth and he missed his opportunity when you arched an eyebrow and got down to work, he was already barefoot, you put some cream in your hands and started.

It were not only, your face and your voice which were angel made, also your hands as Jude could quickly feel the sourness and tiredness slip away and his feet to feel like new.

You were not talkative, or maybe not just with him after he didn't even greet you back.

Jude cleared his throat, yet you didn't look up to him as he scratched his neck and searched for any reason to speak with you.

"Do you watch football?" he wanted to hit himself, why couldn't he think about anything else? You laughed.

"Is that an indirect way of asking whether I know you or don't?" you inquired, looking up to him, a teasing look on your eye "I do know who you are and I do watch football, but maybe my team of choice won't be of your liking, or maybe yes as everyone knows of those tweets of you recognising the real goat"

"I suppose that means you have also seen that school project in which I wrote what my dream team was"

"I did, my brother went crazy calling you an hypocrite for then going to Real Madrid in what he deems a money operation and nothing more"

"He sounds like a real fan"

"Ask Vinicius what happened the last time he came over and my brother just happened to be here. Also tell him he still owes me that money"

"So, you work in this massage parlour and as a side job you do bets with football players for the extra money?"

"Not everyone is offered like a hundred million euros, you do what you have to do, Bellingham"

So, you were beautiful, you were smart, you liked football and you were funny as well as great at massages.

Jude was already down hard, he even thought about purposely injuring himself to come back sooner.

The massage was entirely too short for his liking -it went on for over an hour, you didn't tell him how you were purposely slow to keep on chatting with him.

Turns out, Jude Bellingham wasn't just great at football, but also at mantianimg long conversations and making sure to keep eye contact even while you worked on his feet.

When you finished, Jude almost asked you to keep going, but he didn't want to seem desperate, but he did leave a special note with his phone number written down alongside a generous tip.

He couldn't help but laugh before asking you out on a date, when you sent him a photo of what you had spent your tip on.

You did look good in red and blue, but he bet you would look even better with his last name on your back.

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[fernandezology]

don’t take me for granted-mason mount

pairing: mason mount x reader

summary: “but every time i leaned over and said i’m sorry you said it was fine. you squeezed my hand and said it’s fine. i love you. don’t worry... it’s fine.”

warnings: angst with a twist at the end

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life is good.cause we fucking did it. it couldn’t have gone better.

you looked beautiful tonight.the entire night, while i was talking to all these smiling,sweet,rich people who one month ago wouldn’t give me the time of day... i would look across the room and see you. and i’d think, god,she is the most beautiful fucking creature on planet earth.and the sexiest. there’s truly no one sexier. even christian said it.

speech he gave after being voted as the best at fifa awards left you…speechless.you had no intention of talking to him so you just looked at him confused.

he recognized your “what is that supposed to mean” look because let’s face it,he knew you like the back of his hand.

not in a bad way. a good way. a respectful way. but it’s true. every time i’d see you... he continued to talk while kissing the back of your neck,with your glass of old fashioned,smiling and chatting it up,i’d think to myself:

“god, am i fucking lucky.”

nobody in their right mind would have energy to start an argument after a long night of pretending to be interested in people you’ve never seen before. thankfully,there were few familiar faces who made this night bearable. however,some of them turned it into the worst night ever. including him. you didn’t want to raise any suspicion so you dryly smiled at him.

what was that?

what?

that smile?

what?

it was a fake smile. i thought you are going to be a little bit more excited for me. don’t think your behavior went unnoticed. it seemed like you were not yourself tonight, especially around my mum. what’s wrong?

point is… i don’t have nothing to say to her. which is the reason i didn’t talk to her.

it’s just... she notices.

really?

yes.

how do you know?

i just do.

really?

well she sees how you are with other people... you’re talkative, you’re funny.

what can i say, i’m personable.

right. which makes her insecure.

what? other human beings with personalities?

no. it’s the fact that you’re not yourself and she knows it. can you just tell me what happened?

tust me. it’s not a good idea. let’s talk tomorrow.

but i know you’re upset at me.

it’s not a big deal.

i can’t go to sleep knowing you’re angry.

i’m begging you. nothing productive is going to be said tonight.

how do you know?

because i know you.

you turn and walk down the hall toward to bedroom,already regretting you said anything because he is not gonna let it go now.

as you were taking off your jewelry,you look at him in the mirror,realizing this is gonna be a long night. truthfully,you didn’t have one of those in a while- at least not this sort of long night.

really... you wanna go there? it’s your speech, mason.

why do you have to find something... anything...the most minor fucking detail to harp on, to fucking ensure that there is no possible fucking reason to celebrate.

you didn’t thank me, mason. that’s not a minor fucking detail. that’s a big one.

oh give me a fucking break. when i said you’ll find the most minor fucking detail and turn it ugly... i fucking meant it.

but i’ve thanked you a million times before. you know i’m thankful. you know I’m appreciative. and you know it was a mistake, so why turn it into anything more?

because it is more.

you can’t be serious.

i’m dead serious.

then you’re out of your mind.

and you’re hyperbolic.

i’m not. it’s hysterical to think that forgetting to thank you is symbolic of anything other than me legitimately forgetting to fucking thank you.

you looked at him in the mirror and turned to him:

mason,you thanked a hundred fucking people. you thanked your agents. your teammates. your parents. your fucking third grade teacher and the kid who was playing with you at academy when you were eleven years old and saw whatever-the-fuck.

i didn’t thank the guy who saw me scoring a free-kick identical to one i scored in 2020?

you know what i mean -

you don’t have to be sarcastic and petty about it. i forgot to thank you.i am sorry. i am genuinely sorry.which is why i apologized a hundred times during the awards. i couldn’t even focus on the awards because i felt so guilty.

that’s a shame.

but every time i leaned over and said i’m sorry you said it was fine. you squeezed my hand and said “it’s fine. i love you. don’t worry... it’s fine.”

well mason,i changed my mind.it’s not fine.

how can you just change your mind?

honestly... it’s really fucking easy.

that doesn’t seem a little crazy to you?

not at all.

really?

nope.

why?

because while i was sitting through awards it was fine,then every single person from your dad to declan came up and said, “i know you’re probably a little upset he forgot to thank you but i know how much he counts on you.”

they said that?

they told me not to read into it.

what does that mean?

that’s funny you say that... that’s the exact same thought i had. but let’s not digress. because as the night went on, i became less fine with it.

before you could continue why you weren’t fine with it,he asked you to sit next him. even though this was probably your worst fight ever,you missed being close to him and how could you refuse?

because it’s not just about you forgetting to thank me. it’s about how you see me and how you view my contribution, not just to this relationship, but to your work. after listening to you complain about new coaches,new methods,waking up in the middle of night when you were crying about not being good enough and not wanting to leave your childhood club,supporting you when you wanted to quit football completely…

i really hope you don’t actually think that i don’t appreciate everything you did for me. for us. if it wasn’t for you,i wouldn’t be here where i am right now. i would still be mediocre. there is a reason why they say that after every great man is a great woman. you are the most loving and patient person i know. thank you for everything, i don’t know how will i ever make it up to you,but i’ll do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman in world every day until we die. i’m so sorry. thank you. thank you for loving me. for making my life anything but mediocre. we make the best team and i love you,baby.

i love you too,just don’t take me for granted.

great... are we no longer fighting?

you look at him and smile and then it turns into a laugh.

what? don’t tell me you already know what i wanted to ask you. he smiled for first time since you came home and but it felt like forever since you last seen his contagious smile- one of many things that made you fall in love with him.

you shrugged your shoulders, completely oblivious on what is he talking about until you saw him getting on one knee.

will you marry me?

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[kierantierney3]

Mason Mount

Summary: Fans believe famous footballer Mason Mount and famous singer y/n have broken up.

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yourusername Still going

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user I LOVE YOU

user Have you and Mason broken up

user girl please confirm the rumours

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theshaderoom Rumours are going around that famous singer y/n and chelsea and england footballer Mason Mount have broken up. The couple first went public in 2020 when announcing they were in quarantine together. The pair haven’t been seen for weeks, and a close friend says they have separated. Is it over for the couple? Comment your thoughts below: 👇

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user I hope not it would be so sad if they have

user I don’t believe in love anymore

user No one speak to me 💔

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yourusername Sleepless nights here we come!!!

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jadethirwall Congratulations i’m so excited for you guys

jackgrealish Congratulations mate 👏🏻

chelsea Congratulates Mason and Y/N

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[infinityerlingx]

Winner

pairing - mason mount x (fem)reader

plot - y/n plays for the women’s national team, scoring the winning goal for the euro final

genre - fluff

It felt like time had stopped for a few seconds as the ball hit your feet and you had no choice but to shoot, two of the other teams defenders racing towards you. You hit the ball, praying to god that it was going to go in. The ball went in slow motion, making its way towards the net.

The eruption of cheers is what made you snap from your trance, the ball had slipped from the goalkeepers hands, hitting the back of the net with such force.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. The girls shouting your name all bounding over to you, in which you took off in a run, celebrating your goal. You had done it, you had scored the winning goal of possibly the biggest game of your life. Leah Williamson instantly took you into her arms, lifting you up from the ground, giving you the biggest hug you had ever felt. The rest of the girls doing the same, all of them cheering at you and hugging you tightly.

The last 10 minutes of the game dragged on, the stress to make sure that the opposing team didn’t score again. Trying to keep the win to your side, not wanting your near win snatched away.

When the final whistle blew, your heart dropped. You had done it. You had won. You instantly tan for Leah, your closest friend in the squad, engulfing her in the biggest hug you ever could.

Mason was watching in the stands. Cheering alongside his teammate Phil Foden, however his eyes were struck on you. You scored the winning goal, bringing you to be the European Winners. Mason had tears in his eyes watching you, he was so proud of his girl. Phil gave him a tight hug, the pair of them cheering louder than they ever had.

You and the girls couldn’t calm down your excitement, all pulling each other into hugs whenever you saw one another. Then came the trophy ceremony, you stood near the front, watching as Leah carried the trophy over to the middle of the stage. You all erupted into loud cheers as the trophy was lifted.

“This one’s for you” Leah smiled, passing you the trophy “Our goal scorer” She smiled as you lifted the trophy high above your head. Happy tears streaming down your face.

Mason had made his way down to the pitch, stood in the tunnel, watching as you did your post-match interview, a smile on his face as you spoke so quickly, wanting to join the girls back as they were doing the rounds, clapping the fans. He decided on waiting in the tunnel until you had done your rounds, wanting to join when the other families would.

You jogged back to Lucy’s side, strolling around the pitch, clapping the fans and waving to a couple of children that were shouting your name. Sweet Caroline playing in the background, making the win feel extra special. You engaged in a few pictures with the girls, holding the trophy between a few of you, smiling as the camera went off.

“Fancy a picture?” You heard a male voice speak, a voice you recognised. Passing the trophy back to Jill, you spun around meeting Mason. You couldn’t even think before you were pulled into a tight hug, Mason’s arms snaking around your waist, yours around his neck, his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck. He lifted you slightly off the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist, his hands under your thighs keeping you up. He placed you back down to the ground after a minute or so. You pulled away from the hug, however your arms didn’t leave his neck, his finding their place on your hips. Your faces mere inches from each other.

“I'm so proud of you. So proud” He smiled, his eyes creasing at the sides.

“We did it Mason, we actually did it” You spoke excitedly.

“I knew you could” He spoke again, his lips finding yours in a soft kiss. “Y/N L/N, the Euro’s winning goal scorer, that’s got a nice ring to it” He spoke as he pulled away, which brought a blush to your cheeks.

“I can’t believe I actually scored it Mason, I’m so happy” You replied, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“You deserved it so much baby” He told you truthfully. Leaning down to give you another kiss, your lips brushing together softly, not wanting to take it any further, in front of millions of people. “Now, how about you go enjoy yourself with the girls for a while and then I take you back to the hotel and celebrate even more?” He winked suggestively.

“That sounds very very tempting Mason” You replied, smirking at his words.

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