#football blurbs

[sanchosgf]

gentle reminders

in which jude can’t seem to understand the weight his injuries have on his girlfriend

word count: 1.2k!

warnings: none i think! this isn’t proofread and i’m a little rusty so go easy on me please

heat tricked down your spine as you observed jude, his hand clasped in the medics as they moved his shoulder around. you knew he’d still play, they could tell him his arm had fallen off and even then you knew he’d be determined to continue the game.

your heart remained in your throat for the remaining minutes, unable to appreciate your boyfriends game as your whole body shook with nerves anticipating the weight of his injury that he seemingly was unable to grasp.

this wasn’t the first time you were left worried as jude played through an injury, each time ending in an inevitable argument as you pleaded for him to rest and take care of himself, and you were sure this time would be much the same. however thoughts of fighting were lost upon you as you finally spotted jude walking down the tunnel, his eyes lacking their usual post game spark as he pulled you in for a tight hug, his head nestled comfortably in the crook of your neck.

the hug was short lived, as you pulled back swiftly, hands settling on his cheeks as you inspected every inch of him, noticeable worry swirling your eyes.

“i’m okay baby, promise, just a little hit yeah?” jude comforted, placing a soft kiss upon your forehead a gentle reminder of his love for you. his attempt to console you however was futile, shaking your head back and forth as you peered up at him - now standing back at his full height as your fingers slipped from his cheeks.

“but it wasn’t a little hit jude, you shouldn’t of played on it!” you tried to keep your voice down as you admonished him, arms crossed over your chest, his missing warmth and the physical disconnection making your heart twist.

jude sighed, shoulders slumping as he looked at you before swiftly looking around. “let’s not do this here, please.” his eyes bore into yours, pleading almost as his hand rose to stroke your cheek, catching a tear you didn’t even know had slipped from your eye.

hesitantly you nodded, leaning into his hand and kissing it gently as a silent apology, one he swiftly accepted, throwing his arm around your shoulder and leading you to the car. no words were shared between the two of you. the silence filled with small glances and shaky breaths, neither of you willing to address the impending argument.

silence followed the two of you into the house, the air tense as you actively held your tongue, wanting nothing more than to get cosy in jude’s arms and forget about the game - jude however had other plans.

“are you going to say what’s on your mind, or continue trying to knock my head off with your mind each time you look at me?” judes voice was heavy, sleep coating ever syllable as he looked at you with hooded eyes.

“it doesn’t really matter if i say what’s on my mind, we know you never listen to me when it comes to your injuries. it’s like teaching a baby to drive jude, can we just go to bed?”

jude’s eyes widened significantly at your sudden admission, all sleep leaving his body as he stared at you, mouth agape. though it wasn’t an unwarranted statement, jude knew he dragged you through hell and back with stress each injury, continuously playing on each injury despite your incessant pleas for him to rest. each time ended much the same - you being right and jude being out longer than necessary.

despite the truth jude scoffed “tell me how you really feel babe” his tone was snarky, sending daggers straight to your heart as you finally looked up at him.

“j you know i didn’t mean it like that, but you also know that each time we end up in this situation i end up being right! i’m sick of watching you exhaust yourself and play on injuries which only leaves you out for longer. i hate seeing you hurt and i hate that you can’t see how much it hurts me. i’m tired of it jude.” your voice wobbled slightly as you spoke, desperate to feel jude’s warmth against you, however all you were met with was his icy glare.

“maybe i should sleep in the guest room tonight, let us both cool off.”

his suggestion saw another bout of tears gather in your lash line, eyes searching his own for any trace of a joke.

“if that’s what you want” you choked out, defeated and too tired to argue further. jude’s facade cracked at your defeated expression, however with a lingering kiss to your forehead he left you for the guest room, leaving you with a cold bed and tear stained cheeks.

neither of you could sleep, and as the clock hit 2 jude finally got up, desperate to make amends with you and let you know how much he truly cared for and loved you, disappointed that he failed to do so earlier.

his cold hands met your cheeks softly, thumbs rubbing comforting circles under your eyes as they opened slowly.

“hi baby…” jude’s gentle whisper cut through the silence of the room, as you sat up slowly pulling jude beside you and placing your head right against his heart. it was shameful how quickly you folded at the smallest of touches, however you’d been craving his touch for hours and close now was not close enough.

jude’s lips pressed small kisses to your forehead, knowing how much you adored the small action, and making a note to shower you in an abundance of forehead kisses the next day. “im so so sorry my love… i hate putting you through this, and i don’t show you enough how grateful i am for all you do for me, especially when im injured. i hate that im the reason for you tears tonight sweetheart.”

your eyes fluttered open at his admissions, head tilting ever so slightly to catch his gaze, moonlight illuminating his features. “it’s okay, i get that it’s hard and you just want to play, but you deserve to rest as well y’know? i just wish you’d give yourself a break”

jude nodded at your words, one of his large hands coming up to cradle your cheek, tilting your face up until his lips hovered over yours. impatient with his slow movements, your hand wove to the back of his neck, pressing his lips onto yours as you relished in the warmth the provided, a gentle caress of his own over yours that sent your heart into overdrive.

the kiss spoke volumes for the two of you, as you both lost yourself in it, basking in the intimate connection after hours without any touch.

jude was the first to pull away, forehead leaning against yours as he looked at you intently.

“i love you, y’know? more than anything.”

his words were solidified as he placed his lips against your forehead once more, not faltering as you spoke the same words back, voice slurred as you felt your body succumbing to sleep.

“can we sleep now? i’m tired and i’ve finally got my favorite body pillow back.”

jude let out a tired laugh at your statement, nodding his head as he guided the two of you to lay down, your head nestled right over his heart and under his chin as his arms wrapped securely around you - your small fight long forgotten. his lips provided a gentle pressure against your forehead, a small reminder that even though you two fought, you truly were his best girl, and he’d do all he could tomorrow to show you just how much he loved you.

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[highdreaming]

Eyes off her

💢 All the works are pure fictions, for entertainment purposes only so please, read it at your own will.

Summary: Your boyfriend gets jealous when someone flirts with you and a fight follows.

Find more at: Masterlist

Gavi x (female) reader

AN: Please like, reblog and give me feedback!

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You twist your hands with nervousness as you wait for Gavi in the corridor.

The whole stadium vibrates with the loud cheers of the fans, everyone is excited for tonight’s big game and you feel the same way, wishing Gavi’s team to win. You wait for your boyfriend to show up, wanting to wish him good luck before the game. 

And he finally appears, pulling you towards him for a hug, a huge grin decorating his face.

“Hey. Good luck, babe. I hope you guys win.” you say, kissing his cheek. Gavi’s arm suddenly tightens around you and as you struggle to pull away, you notice the sudden tense expression on his face as he looks to the front.

You turn your head, catching a glimpse of a tall man from the other team staring at you, more specifically at your lower back with a cocky smirk on his face.

Your eyes meet his for a second and he provocatively winks at you before turning around and walking away. 

That explains Gavi’s reaction. You hold back a sigh, knowing how riled up your boyfriend gets, especially during games. 

“Babe, just ignore him.” you mutter, placing a hand on Gavi’s arm. Your words don’t seem to convince him but he gives you a rushed kiss before leaving to join the other boys for the game. 

You only hope he doesn’t let jealousy get the best of him. 

The game is dominated by Barcelona, your boyfriend’s team clearly being the best and it shows as they’re the ones leading, marking several goals. 

Your hands constantly pick the material of your Barcelona’s number 30 jersey, the excitement and nervousness of the game giving you a hard time.

Especially when Gavi keeps committing fouls, all of them directed towards the player that had checked you out earlier. The referee keeps showing him yellow cards and you’re already dreading the moment Gavi gets a red card.

Just as that thought crosses your mind, whistles erupt wildly across the stadium with everyone pointing towards a commotion on the field. 

Your eyes widen with horror when you notice that Gavi is in the center of it, violently pushing the other player. Both teams and its players get in the middle, attempting to stop it, but they’re unable to prevent Gavi from punching him in the face. 

You gasp in horror, your heart crazily beating as the referee pulls out a red card, showing it towards Gavi. His face is contorted in an angry frown, face glistening with sweat.

He stomps the grass, leaving the field under intense boos. You hurry up leaving the stands, running towards the inside of the building. 

Once you get to the locker room, you push the door open. Inside Gavi is sitting on a stool, throwing his shirt to the floor with a violent movement. 

You hesitate for a moment, seeing him so angry but slowly take small steps towards him. 

“Hey, are you okay?” you whisper, letting your hand stroke his hair. His shoulders slump and he looks at you, fury and jealousy burning in his gaze. 

“He was fucking talking about you! Like you were a piece of meat, like you weren’t my girlfriend.” he growls, brown hair falling down to his eyes as he literally vibrates with anger.

You hold back a sigh, already knowing that the player only did so to upset Gavi. Everyone knows that your boyfriend easily loses his cool. 

“He did that to make you upset, Gavi. You shouldn’t have listened to him. Now you’ve got a red card.” you say with a sad smile. 

Gavi meets your eyes, intently looking at you, brows furrowed. 

“So I was just supposed to let him talk like that about you? That wasn’t gonna happen.” he blurts out, hand reaching to grab your own, pulling you against him.

He wraps his arms around your waist, face pressed against your stomach. You take the chance to keep touching his hair, massaging his scalp as he takes deep frustrated breaths. 

You're not sure how long you remain in this position, but Gavi eventually gets calmer, his breathing getting steady. 

“I just love you too much.” he quietly whispers, pushing his face upwards. You meet his stare, his beautiful brown eyes holding an array of emotions. 

“And I love you back.”

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AN: I also think I'm gonna start writing for Haaland, what do you think?

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[the-offside-rule]

Trent Alexander - Arnold (Liverpool) - Good Cop, Bad Cop

Requested: yes

Prompt: 6) Good-cop, Bad-cop parenting

Warnings: none

As the tunes had been booming throughout the Alexander-Arnold household gym, Trent focused on his workout, the rhythmic thud of weights hitting the floor echoing in the room. "Dad?" Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Mila, his adorable toddler, toddled in, holding a packet of biscuits. Trent dropped the weight, smiling brightly upon seeing his daughter. "Trent, look what I found!" Mila exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement. Trent sighed at hearing her say his name instead of 'Dad'. He just struggled to correct her or even tell her to stop. "Oh, what have you got there, Mila?" With an irresistible smile, she extended the packet towards her father. Unable to resist, Trent took a biscuit from the packet and handed it to her, secretly reveling in the joy on her face.

As Trent resumed his workout, Mila waddled away into the kitchen where Y/n was cooking the family dinner and spotted her daughter munching on her biscuit. "Mila? Can I have the biscuits please?" Mila nodded, guilt etched in her face. "Where did you get these?" She asked. "Trent." Mila replied. "Mila, how many times? You should call him Dad." Y/n said. "Now, into the living room, I'll put on some cartoons while you colour."

Trent had moved onto his cool-down and was relaxing on the bike. Y/n walked in, holding the packet of biscuits. Trent looked at her confused, before reaching to grab one. She slapped his hand away gently, making him hiss. "Why did you give her these? She's going to spoil her dinner." Trent grinned, wiping sweat off his forehead. "Well, I couldn't say no to those puppy-dog eyes. Blame it on her irresistible charm, gets it from me." Y/n playfully rolled her eyes. "You're such a softie. Now, let's see if we can burn off those biscuits together."

Trent, catching his breath, looked at Y/n. "You know, these biscuits are like you." Y/n arched a brow. "Sweet, sometimes a bit crumbly, but always worth it." Y/n chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. "Smooth talker, aren't you? Well, you go shower and maybe, I'll treat you to something other than a bourbon biscuit." Y/n winked, before turning to walk away. "Is it sweeter than a bourbon?" He teased. "If you'd rather the bourbon babe, I will leave you with the bourbons."

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[thatsdemko]

super bowl - t.kelce

masterlist

requested: n

pairing: dad!travis kelce x mom!reader

warnings: established relationship + children + mentions of pregnancy + mentions of Patrick mahomes

a/n: I just wanted to write for this fine man! me writing this does not mean I’m happy the eagles lost just an fyi.

you weren’t sure how the chiefs were able to pull this game off, but they did. the whole second quarter looked like a disaster. with mahomes down, the defense playing like shit, you weren’t sure how they were going to pull it together after half time. but there you stood waiting for the ‘okay’ to go onto the field with your two kids after the chiefs won the Super Bowl.

your arms were being tugged in two different directions thanks to your son, Lucas who was five, and your daughter, Ari, who was three. the two of them had minds of their own attempting to play with other kids or chase after the opposing team players. you were growing irritated hoping the security guard would finally free you all so you could find Travis, your husband.

finally being given the okay, you herded your children straight to your husband who was searching for you three the second everyone entered the field. “Daddy!” he heard Lucas’ voice and a small body wrap around his lower half.

“daddy won!” ari reached upward and Travis took her in his arms planting a kiss on her cheek before bending down to ruffle Lucas’s ginger hair. his eyes finally landed on yours giving you a big grin and you returned it.

“congrats, champ.” you pressed a quick kiss on his lips earning some gross noises from your kids only leaving you both to roll your eyes.

this was your kids first Super Bowl fully able to remember it. Lucas was young the first time around, and Ari was barely one the last time. you couldn’t believe how much time had gone by as you watched the three of them run around the field playing the confetti.

the Lombardi was making its way around with the players, while the press snapped pictures, video footage, and even interviewed the players. you watched an interviewer approach Travis and your daughter while you watched him answer questions.

“Travis, how are you feeling right now?” you watched Ari position herself into the crook of his neck to avoid looking at the camera. it earned an ‘Aw’ from the two of them, as Travis’ hand touched the back of her head, protectively.

“I’m happy! my wife and kids are here and they couldn’t be happier to celebrate.” he gestured for you to join the interview, but you just shook your head. it was much cuter the two of them, Ari was playing with the hat on his head while he tried to focus on the question she was asking him.

“we noticed your son has drifted off to hang out with the mahomes family, who do we have here with you?” she asked, making sure the microphone wasn’t too into your daughters face as Ari turned her head to look at the camera for a second before hiding again against her dad.

“this is Ari, she’s a little camera shy. but she’s her daddy’s girl, right?” he asked earning a little nod from her before she wiggled in his arms to be free. letting her down, she ran straight to you and the camera panned over to you and her.

a couple more questions later, he was done with the interview and finally being handed the Lombardi. you watched him carefully take the trophy from Patrick, and squat down to his kids letting them both touch it.

“daddy has two of these now.” you mentioned earning a nod from Lucas, who explained to Ari about the 2020 Super Bowl—that was narrated by Travis to him for bed time stories.

“does this ever make you wish you had one more?” Travis turned his head to face your direction. an irreplaceable smile was still on his lips that just melted your heart. despite the sweaty appearance, he was still handsome.

a smirk formed on your lips watching his eyes grow with concern, “well you don’t have to wish.” you watched his eyes grow big as the news settled in his brain, he reached over pulling you into his sweaty body. you had been holding off the news since you found out just before your departure for the Super Bowl, you figured it would be a perfect surprise no matter the outcome.

“you’re pregnant?” he mouthed the words, hoping nobody caught this interaction between you two and was still stuck on your kids cuteness with the Lombardi.

nodding, you felt his lips press against your forehead, “this is the best Super Bowl win.”

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[blueaetherr]

Can i request richarlison where he spoils her so much xx🫠

in thought of you

pairing: richarlison x fem!reader [she/her]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where richarlison spoils the reader in more ways than one

Richarlison has always been a giving person. It was something in his nature, in his person, something naturally of custom to him. And he enjoyed it—the giving part of things—because he knew he wouldn't be letting go of it any time soon seeing as he loved it so much. He associated giving with two kinds of people: those in need and those he loved the most. And Y/N, his partner, was just one of those people he loved the most.

And this part of Richarlison was most prominent in their relationship, towards Y/N, appearing in a few ways.

At first it came through as rather materialistic. He had the money, the resources and everything else one needed, why would he not cash out on her? He bought her the world: they spent their time searching for her choice of clothes, he was open yet careful when picking out her jewellery, so much so that she was soon drowning in luxury and prestige.

"They reminded me of you," he would say, every time he brought back the finest necklace, every time the two passed by an item and Richarlison knew he had to get it for his partner, every time his mom spoke highly about a certain item of clothing or jewellery. And he would say it all with the kindest smile one would ever see.

And Y/N would return the smile and say, "Thank you," because she was grateful. For how he chose to spend on her, for how he always had her in mind even when he went out shopping for himself. For how he let her feel herself in such glamorous wear, for his efforts to make her happy. For that, she was grateful. But it became too much for her; too flashy and far out of her comfort zone sometimes, so he had to switch it up.

Then there came the flowers; the gift offering simple presence and kindness. Richarlison gave them to Y/N whenever he could, the ones his mom kept in her assorted garden or the ones he always noticed walking past the local florist. Whenever they went out and he saw a flower, laying perfect and pretty, he would pick it up and personally hand it to Y/N. When he knew he would be gone for a few days for a match, he would have flowers, far delicate and dressed, delivered to their place.

"These reminded me of you," he would say or message, every time he brought back a bouquet or two home, every time he picked up that random flower off the side of the street, every time he had her favourite flowers, in her favourite colour too, delivered home. And he would say it with a smile, one rather favouring his nerves, considering that offering flowers wasn't his initial way of giving.

And she would say, "Thank you," nonetheless. She always loved the flowers, personally. For their pretty appearance, for their delightful smell, and for how Richarlison associated them with her. For how determined he was to get a flower even if it was really out of reach; he always made the effort for her, regardless of the challenge that came with it. She remained grateful for his will to give. But, soon enough, it became too much for both of them.

Not enough room in the house to place the flowers, not enough space in the garden to plant them. Not enough space in the kitchen or rooms to place them, bringing in too many insects and causing her allergies to act up. This one, Richarlison was reluctant to switch up—flowers grew to be his favourite item to give his partner. But for their best interests, he chose to switch it up.

Finally, there was the quality time. Now this one, when he could, Richarlison spoilt her with a lot of this and so much more. The mornings spent in bed, the afternoons cleaning the house together with spirits and music high. The evenings playing football in the backyard for the thrill and fun of it all, the days he would wait on her until she came back from a late night out.

And Y/N would say, "Thank you." In fact, she had more to present than just a thank you (even though Richarlison thought it was more than enough). She would hug him, kiss him and do everything she had to offer him (how could she not when he always managed to give her the world)? For the times he pulled her back into bed, for the times when they were belting song lyrics on their off days. For the times he waited up for her after a night out, for the times he chose to hang out with her over his friends. And there was no criticism to any of it; in simple, she was grateful.

In her eyes, in all ways was Richarlison spoiling her, gifting her, giving to her. Through the materials, through the flowers, through the quality time. And she loved them, she appreciated it all equally. Because whether he chose to spoil her in one way or another, at the end of the day, they reminded me of you, these reminded me of you, this reminded me of you—he did everything in thought of her, and that was enough for Y/N to be reassured in their relationship.

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[zeegaazeegaah]

Hii, can you make a Gavi imagine about him being jealous or something like that, it would be amusing to read. I love your work, thank you!💕

A/N: Before I begin I request you people to not put imagines under his name tag. Someone recommended it. I really appreciate it but please keep the tags all fanfiction related (i.e. - imagine, - x reader, - blurb). I do not want what I do light-heartedly and as a hobby, to reach the wrong audience. Please. None of us want that.

xxx

jealousy; gavi

word count: 963

Gavi enters his house to see her shoes near the doorstep. One thing about his girlfriend is that she is very serious about cleanliness. Even though she never stays over, she makes sure to keep his house neat whenever she can. He had asked her to not bother but she insisted it helped her get her mind off things that stress her.

He is late today. She never really stays over for that long. Another thing about her is her seriousness about her future. She takes her uni life undeniably seriously. Always arrives at his home an hour or two earlier than him and gets as much studying done as possible yet she never misses a chance to spend time with him whenever she can. He admires this trait of hers.

Usually, they spend whatever time both of them have by cuddling and making out and have debate on silly things that don't matter but she always makes sure to leave his place before midnight. However, it's about 1 am and her shoes near the doorstep imply she is still there.

At the unusual sight, he tilts one head to the side, eyes narrowing while doing so. He is visibly confused. She would've greeted him normally but now she is nowhere to be seen. He slowly unzips his jacket and drops his backpack. Something tells him to tiptoe in his own house and so he does.

He tiptoes into the living area. He doesn't notice at first but then his eyes land on her head peeking from the couches. It's as if she was trying to hide from him but what he notices has his mouth wide open. She not only has his controller in her hands (he doesn't mind at all if that's what it seems like) but also has her eyes glued to the gigantic screen before her which shows what she is doing. She is not only playing FIFA but it seems she had bought Pedri before.

He lets out an amusing scoff, crossing his arms as he leans against the wall to watch her play for a couple of minutes more, initially assuming she would notice at some point but she didn't. She is way too immersed into the game.

This led him to walk up to her and plopping down on the couch as if nothing happened. To which, she jumps and turns the screen off before them like a reflex action. She lets out an awkward laugh and proceeds to make an awful attempt at acting normal. "Ah, you're back. I was waiting for you."

Gavi observes the entire ordeal. He is amused but he is equally jealous as well. He can't help it for some reason. She bought Pedri. Did she buy him? He sends her an overly sweet smile before turning the screen on and pointing at it, "Did you buy me?"

She grimaces before replying. "Well, if you know I didn't, why do you ask?"

The stressed expression on her face has to be the most adorable sight he has witnessed in a while. And that makes him even more jealous. Why'd his adorable girlfriend not only not buy him but buy his best friend?

He wiggles his brows at her, "Why Pedri?"

"Ew, dude. You're my boyfriend, what's with that face?"

"I'm merely curious." He shrugs.

"Well, I am curious. You talk about your best friend all the time and I wanted to observe his-"

"Through a game?" He cuts her off with a chortle.

"Yeah?" She narrows her eyes at him, not liking the way he is behaving. "Do you want me to go up to him randomly and tell him 'Hey boyfriend's best friend, can you show me some kicks?' like asking him to do a twirl for me?"

He bursts out laughing so hard he has to clutch his stomach at some point as it starts cramping. "You could just show up at our practice one day-"

"Absolutely not." She flinches away.

"Why?" He presses on, curious to know the reason.

"It's awkward!" She exclaims as if it's the most obvious thing ever.

He finds himself breaking into a small smile. His eyes not leaving her face as his cheeks heat up. One of his hands reaches behind her back and begins to draw circles. Her eyes crinkle at the gentle gesture, a soft smile forming on her face as he looks back at him.

Then he remembers he was jealous just a moment ago and fakes a cough while leaning away. "You still should've bought me."

Gavi doesn't know his lips form into a pout as he says that. He is not aware of how cute he is and can get more so as time goes by. This time she looks at him amused and leans towards him. Her hands reach to clasp his larger hands in hers and draw on his palms. He looks down and can't help but smile before looking into her eyes. She holds eye contact with him before leaning to cushion his lips between hers.

It's soft when he tugs her bottom lip between his. He smiles when he has to chase after her lips every time she breaks away to either gasp or giggle. It's full of admiration when they hold their gazes the entire time and don't think of rushing for once. It's full of love and silent understanding when they finally break away and he envelopes her in a hug, resting his head on her shoulders. It's full of peace, even for just a short amount of time when she reaches to rake her fingers in his hair and his eyes close as he breathes in the smell of her shampoo.

He really can't stay jealous of her. Not at all.

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[footballerimaginess]

Hi can I have a pedri x dad It don't matter what it is about?xx

"Do you want me to take her to the park whilst you rest?" Pedri gently rubbed your stomach as you looked up and nodded. "Please would you" you smiled as you squeezed his hand.

Pedri was such an angel especially when you weren't feeling too well, you were suffering from very bad period cramps.

"What would you like to do at the park?" Pedri asked his little girl as she ran out of the house. "PARK PARK PARK" Sofia jumped up and down on the spot as she made her decision very clear. "Okay, park it is then" he laughed as he took small hand as she made her way along the road as they headed to the park. "I am excited, daddy" she looked up and gave Pedri the biggest grin. Pedri knew he was in trouble the minute you found out that you were having a girl because Pedri was most certainly a dad who couldn't ever say no to his little girl. "Want to go on the swings baby?" he asked as they both approached the park where nobody else was there. "Yes" Sofia squealed as she sprinted to the swing set as he followed behind as he climbed into the seat as Pedri pushed his daughter backwards and forwards. Pedri could see how excited she was as he hadn't been able to spend too much time with her due to playing and he had really missed out on this special time with her. Just seeing his daughter so happy meant the absolute world to him, just something so simple as coming to the park made his day and her day too.

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[ilyasorokinn]

hopefully i’m not too late but can you do 24. "mcDonald's is open, wanna go get some chicken nuggets?" "it's 3 in the morning." "and?" "let's go." from the general fluff prompts with joey b also congrats on 2.5k <3

3AM CHICKEN NUGGET RUNS

haven't written for levi and his family in a while, so here's a little something for them :)

24. "mcdonalds is open, wanna go get some chicken nuggets?" "it's 3 in the morning." "and?" "let's go." (from this prompt list)

"LIFE WITH THE BURROWS" SERIES MASTERLIST

tw: pregnancy

you had been tossing and turning for almost an hour. it wasn't long, but it was enough for joe to wake up, "are you hungry?" you hummed, "all right, what do you want?"

you picked your head up and squinted at him in the dark, "mcdonalds is open, wanna go get some chicken nuggets?"

"it's 3 in the morning." he pointed out.

"and?" you tilted your head to the side.

he hesitated before throwing the covers off, "let's go." he quickly made his way over to your side and helped you out. he helped you down the situated and got you situated in the car.

"can we bring monty?"

"sure." he called your dog, who had woken up to all the commotion. monty followed the sound of joe's voice and trotted into the garage.

monty hopped into the backseat, but climbed his way into the front, settling in your lap, leaning his head on your belly, and looking up at you tiredly.

you smiled, petting him, "ready for some chicken?" joe asked, getting into the driver's side and looking up the directions.

you hummed, "i think baby b is excited too." you pressed a hand to where you felt the kick. joe smiled, reaching over and placing his hand where your hand was.

"still weird."

"feels weird." you smiled.

he finally pulled into the drive-through of the 24-hour mcdonalds, ordering you whatever you wanted. when he pulled up to pay and grab the food, the cashier working looked ready to pass out.

"joe burrow?"

"what's up." joe laughed. joe paid, got the food, and made sure to take a picture with the staff. he pulled into a parking spot down the street and you both sat in silence, eating your food.

"do you think it's crazy that there's a human inside me?" you asked.

he turned to look over at you, a raised brow, "sometimes."

"sometimes, when?"

"when they kick or that one time they had hiccups? that was crazy."

"it was a little freaky." you laughed.

"but i'm excited."

"me, too." you smiled, reaching over and squeezing his hand.

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GAVI - En haut des montagnes

Words : +2,2k

Warning : Fluff

Summary : You had seen this trend on TikTok, and Gavi, being the good boyfriend as well as the daredevil that he was, obviously accepted. 

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“I want to try something !” you said loudly, a hint of giggles in your voice. While you had let it out, a puff of air could be seen, evaporating towards the sky in a mocking mist. Pablo was behind you, smiling to himself because how could you be so happy and excited so easily. He loved that about you, he loved you generally, but this, this made his heart race especially when he knew he had a part to play in your happiness. He came closer, putting his hands on your shoulders while he lost his gaze in the scenery. He felt you relax under his touch, slightly leaning onto him and he knew you had a grin plastered on your face. That made him warm inside.

The sky was clear, offering orange and pinkish hues afar from the early sunset. He could see mountains casting shadows here and there, creating a canvas of white and grey, throwing a calming atmosphere in the mix. The snow was soft, shyly glowing under sunrays: it was like tiny stars on a white background: they were so discreet, practically hidden but if you paid enough attention, they were here, waiting to be seen. Sometimes a dash of bright colors would cut right through the color theme of this painting, accompanied by the sound of scrunching snow. The cottages seemed so little at the bottom of the ski slopes that it was close to make him dizzy. It was rare for him to stay still and actually admire things, to take the time and take in what surrounded him. Well, he was mostly able to do that only in two circumstances: when he entered a stadium screaming his name and he felt proud as well as grateful for his life and you. He could spend hours just looking at you, detailing your traits, counting your moles, skimming over the curve of your nose or just drowning in the intense color of your irises. He thought he was creepy while doing that, but he couldn’t help himself.

“I’ve seen these tiktoks, you know where one lies on the snow with their snowboard up and the other one sits down on it!” you were trying to describe it with your hands as well, making wild gestures and lightly knocking him on the ribs. “Well since I don’t have a snowboard you will be the one who lies down…”

“Who said I was okay with that ?” he questioned as he let go of you. You turned around, pouting lightly with your chapped lips and your furrowed brows. He was doomed, he knew he wouldn’t be able to refuse you anything, especially when you were this cute. And he was more than right, because that’s exactly how he found himself lying on his stomach, the cold seeping through his clothes. You were letting excited sounds out beside him, hasty from what was coming. He sighed.

“You have to make a right angle with your knees if you want me to sit on your board” you were maneuvering his legs with your gloved hands.

“I don’t particularly want you to sit on it though” you whined as you jokingly hit his bum. He could be annoying when he wanted to and you knew it, but you would always dive head first. Still, he cooperated, allowing you to sit on his snowboard and holding onto your skis with his hands. You had aligned them with his body, it had been messily done, more than once you threatening to fall, but you had done it.

“Alright let’s go!” you screamed at the top of your lungs. He didn’t move though, which made you frown.

“What?”

“Just, remind me to monitor your Tiktok next time!” his voice was muffled by his neck warmer but you had caught it, which made you roll your eyes. This boy was dramatic.

“Yes yes! Now, make us slide !” at that he pushed on his arms as you also patinated a little with your skis.  You were gaining a little bit of speed and a cold breeze was hitting both of your faces but the feeling was so freeing. You could only laugh, feeling ecstatic from wind, from the adrenaline but also from feeling Pablo holding onto you, he was there. He was there and he followed you in your wonky ideas and he never said anything really, just allowing you to be yourself around him. And here you were, sliding down a ski slope while realizing how in love you were with the boy under you. You had a weird timing, you thought.

“Y/N!” you heard him cry out. That’s when you understood you indeed had a really weird timing and that you weren’t exactly going straight, rather straying on your right. Your eyes widened and you didn’t know what to do. You do dumb things when you panic and you’re lost, that’s the reason why you turned your skis on the left, one of them going under Pablo. This only made both of you lose balance, resulting in you being ejected from his snowboard. Your ski that had been stuck under him obviously tried to follow you, hitting hard his shoulder and ripping away from your foot. Well, at least you weren’t moving anymore.

You were on your side, head resting on a small lump of snow as you watched your ski continuing its journey. It was going fast, a yellow lightning on white paint. Would you find it ? You didn’t think so, but you were the optimistic kind, so maybe ?

“It hurts like hell!” grumbled your boyfriend as he stood up, unhooking his snowboard before walking towards you. “You sleeping?” you didn’t answer, staying still, forcing him to bend down. He poked your cheek with the synthetic fabric of his glove, once, twice until you couldn’t contain your laugh. It burst, fully, widely. He joined you as he let himself fall onto you, his waist blocking your legs which made you squirm from the weight. You turned around so now you were lying on your back, catching his warm eyes that were already on you.

“I’ve lost my ski!” you whined, but he was able to hear the laugh hidden behind it.

“My shoulder fucking hurt!” he retorqued, a brow raised.

Another fit of laughter won over you. Your high pitched one met his broken one as puffs of air left your mouths, mixing together. Some strands of his hair were stuck on his forehead from sweat, where the helmet stopped.

“I’m sorry…” you whispered once you finally were more stable, only smiling at each other, sprawled on the snow. He shrugged as much as he could, taking your hand in his, it was sweet. It didn’t last, of course, it never did with him. The boy threw your arm, making you bend in an awkward manner. You didn’t say anything though, only sighing. You deserved it.

“It’s okay. Xavi just shouldn’t ever hear about it or else we won’t ever be able to go skiing again.” And you could understand where the coach was coming from, he hadn’t been that fond with the idea of some of his players going to the mountain and trying out risky sports, it obviously included Gavi. But Pablo had wanted to go so much, just you and him, enjoying alone time and making some of the most beautiful memories. It had been great, maybe your greatest vacations, and you were ready to do that again next year. But if Gavi were to ever injure himself there, you could say adios to that and nicely stay at Barcelona. So, your lips would be sealed, a secret just between the two of you.

“He would chop your head off” you mocked, making a scissors gesture with your fingers at which he rolled his eyes, pinching your thigh. However, it didn’t really have the effect intended considering the thick layers of clothes you were wearing. You giggled.

“Let’s go, it’s getting dark.” He finally said as he got up, again, and extended his hand at you. You accepted it and as you put your weight on it, Pablo just let go of your hand, making you fall on your bum. Asshole.

“Gavi!” you whined. He was smirking at you, proud of himself.

“It’s a payback honey, now we’re equal!”

“Sure…” you sulkily said, it was an act of course, but the boy’s eyes softened at that and it made you feel tingly inside. He cared so much. He extended another hand, expecting you to take it. However, you were stubborn, so you ignored him and got up on your own, finally fully standing, your side facing him.

“Y/N…” he sing-songed, aware that you were playing around. You continued to ignore him as you swatted away the snow on your ski suit. “Y/N…” he went on again, trying to catch your attention which you wouldn’t give that easily.

Suddenly, the barca player wrapped you in his arms,  baby-talking to you. He was swinging from side to side, taking you with him, anything to get a reaction from you. It didn’t work so he decided to try his last asset. He slightly bent down, pushing down your neck warmer and attacking your cheeks with his lips, pecking you repeatedly, then pivoting you a little so he could do the same to the other. He knew you way too much because you melted at that, giggling like a school girl in front of her crush. In a way, he was your crush, whom you have been dating for practically a year now. He was grinning from ear to ear when he saw that it had worked and finally stopped his loving attack. He took his time with you in his arms, meeting your gaze full of joy.

“What, pretty boy?”

“Nothing” that was the last thing you had heard before he caught your lips, taking your breath away. His lips were as chapped as yours, feeling a little bit rough but it was still the nicest thing in the world, kissing him like that. His hands were resting on your waist, trying to bring you even closer than you were. It made you bring your own hands up to grab his jacket, holding it tightly to support you as you were losing yourself in this kiss.  It didn’t really deepen, but it was still a lot, feeling his warm breath against your face or the way your skins seemed to electrify each time they brushed. Your head was spinning. When you finally broke apart, you were out of breath as a blush covered your cheeks. A big part of it was due to the cold but you also knew that a tiny bit was due to the brunette in front of you, who seemed to harbor the same red hue. You were smiling intimately at each other, speaking with your eyes.

“Let’s go for real now, don’t want to be stuck there.” He said, taking your hand as you grabbed your remaining ski and him, his snowboard, coming down the track. However, you let go because it wasn’t easy to keep balance while being bundled up and not walking at the same pace. Both of you had a thing for breaking romantic atmospheres.

“You don’t want to be stuck with me ?”

“Y/N… Shut up.”

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You were up in the sky now, sitting on a chair lift and watching as the ski station came closer. Pablo had taken off his right glove and had done the same to your left hand in order to intertwine your fingers. You had put your head on his shoulder, feeling tired to the bone from the busy day you just had. He had rested his on yours, talking softly about whatever was coming to his mind. You loved his rambling; it was so him. You didn’t feel like talking though so you would just hum, squeezing his hand as an answer. Every time, he would smile.

Finally, the short ride finished and you were at the feet of the mountain watching how the lights of the installations were shimmering in the night. It could resemble fireflies with their tiny yellow dots going up and down the side of the mountain. Still holding Gavi’s hand, you tugged him towards the road that you would have to cross to meet your hotel. He followed silently, listening to the life around.

“We found that near the forest… maybe send a patrol to make sure no one is stuck up there and in danger ?” a man with a full bard asked a woman with a bright red puffed jacket. He clearly seemed worried; Gavi frowned.

“Y/N, isn’t that –“

“My ski! Oh my god, I won’t have to pay for the caution!” you said happily while you left him behind to run, well walk fast, towards the tall man. You approached him with a giant smile on your face, your petite figure seeming even smaller next to him. You were speaking fast, he could see it at how you made quick gestures as well as how your head moved. The man seemed relieved and maybe a little bit amused by your antics. And Pablo could understand as he watched the scene, he had this daily and he still couldn’t get enough.

Well, he really couldn’t get enough of you.

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I hope you liked it! English isn’t my first language so I hope I didn’t make too many mistakes!

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Request~

You and erling go to the club

But you put on short dress and he gets protective because all his friends are looking at you

Erling never really cares about what you wear since it’s your body and your decision and he wants you to wear whatever you feel comfortable and confident in. Along with that he always supports you but sometimes he gets protective over you if wearing certain clothes. He’ll never tell you what to wear though. This one night you were going out to the club with Erling and a bunch of his friends and because you were going to a club you decided to wear this short black dress which did show off your cleavage and you know that Erling goes crazy when you wear it.

Throughout the whole night, Erling’s hands would not leave your body and he would constantly be by your side even when his friends asked if he wanted to dance or go to the bar, he would not leave you alone and that is not like Erling at all. At the same time, you kind of knew why his hands were constantly on your waist in a possessive way showing people that you were his and only his.

“I don’t like the way they’re looking at you,” Erling ended up growling in your ear and you knew that his friends were. His friends were unable to pull their eyes away from you but you were Erlings and you enjoyed how protective he was over you.

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any kind of life - k. havertz

pairing: kai havertz x female!reader | a, f | ex-lovers, second chance | wc: 3,084 | warnings: none | note: slightly inspired by “any kind of life - lewis capaldi”

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In that small moment between songs, watching guests on the dance floor, Kai Havertz felt like a miserable man. Although, he had more reasons to feel glad with his own life than to feel okay with this kind of unhappiness. His career was at its peak; he got the ideal apartment in the neighborhood he wanted, his mother finally moved in closer to his sister, who recently gave birth. Small things that were slowly coming together.

Still, it seemed like something was missing. The incessant emptiness was constantly present during his lonely nights, Kai lost count of how many times he went to sleep staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, restless body rolling side to side on his bed. It was too big for just one body, but he never went for another company, because no one would ever replace yours. What’s the point of having his life together like he wished but not having you? Didn’t make any sense.

“So…” A voice brought him back from his own thoughts. Kai turned around to find one of his friends holding a glass of wine, staring at him with a mix of emotions that he didn’t quite get. “How long are you going to stand there?”

Kai took a sip of his own drink, a cold alcohol-free lemonade, since he didn’t feel like getting drunk, even if he had real reasons for that.

“What are you talking about?”

The other man, known as Ben Chilwell, his friend and co-worker, laughed. Ben pointed discreetly to the dance floor, specifically to a woman. He didn’t need to explain much about you, because Kai knew. In fact, every guest in that party was aware of your relationship and how it ended. You had a lot of friends in common.

Kai shrugged.

“I’ve got no choice but to stand here,” he answered.

Ben pushed him with his shoulder. Kai gave the older man a dirty look.

“Don’t be so dumb, you dumb man,” he nagged. “It’s about time you take a step forward. Did you know she’s back in London?”

“For now?”

“No,” Ben said, shaking his head. “For good.”

Kai gulped with the information. His heart missed a beat, making him hold his glass a little tighter, affected by the news. Around him, people were laughing, he could hear the music echoing all over the place. You were laughing about something, joined by two kids about ten years old — they were relatives of the bride. It was the first time he saw you laughing after a while with no contact at all. The wedding brought you together because of your mutual friends, yet he felt stuck in the memory of when he watched you walk in as one of the bridesmaids about an hour ago.

At first, you didn’t notice him. You were there with your glowing smile, eyes bright with tears, a sky blue dress covering your whole body, matching his eyes. When you finally noticed him, your smile froze, your steps faltered; your heart felt like it would go out of your mouth at any second. Your hands feeling sweaty and tingly at the same time.

In that moment, both of you got locked in each other’s eyes, neither having the courage to look away. It made the two of you realize that no feeling had been gone. You got caught by a foolish hope when you saw his smile growing bigger, his blue eyes staring at you like it was the first time he ever saw you. Not only that, but as if it was the first time he understood you’d be his.

“Kai?” Ben called.

Kai blinked a few times, gulped and turned to his friend.

“How do you know that?”

Ben shrugged.

“She told me,” he replied. “To be honest, she told Mount, but you know how much of a gossiper he is, so…”

That was supposed to be a joke, but Havertz didn’t laugh. He was still processing the news and his lemonade didn’t seem ideal anymore. He wished he wasn’t sober to deal with that, but at the same time, it wouldn’t be nice to get the news while being drunk.

Two years. Two years later, you were back.

The break up wasn’t chaotic. It wasn’t scandalous nor resentful. You didn’t break up because you stopped loving each other, it wasn’t for common reasons such as jealousy or anything. You broke up because you two had different purposes and goals in your individual careers. You were accepted into Doctors Without Borders, Kai was about to move to another city for work. Both of you didn’t believe in long distance relationships and were aware that love couldn’t save everything.

You and Kai broke up thinking it’d be great for both sides, even if two years later none of you had forgotten the other for one single night. That’s why Kai Havertz considered himself an unhappy man, even though every aspect of his life was doing well. He didn’t feel whole without you.

“I thought she would stay there a bit longer,” Kai said, his german accent showing up stronger.

Ben sighed and watched you, who had stopped dancing and were now at the table of sweets with the kids. He wondered if he should tell Kai what he knew, but well, why not? He watched his friend trying to get over this relationship for two years, always avoiding meeting other women, or even dating, choosing to face one more lonely night in that cold apartment. On the other hand, Mason was the one who watched you feeling satisfied with her career, but a failure in your personal life.

“She finished the mission,” Ben answered. “She had the option of staying a little longer, of course, but Mason said she didn’t want to. Seems like she wasn’t feeling really happy, that’s why she decided to come back to explore other options, something like that.”

The german nodded. He took the chance to get rid of his — now cold and abandoned — drink when a waiter passed by. Kai rubbed his face and gulped, thinking of every text he typed but didn’t send. He never had the courage to tell you how much he missed you, how much he still loved you and how his life felt incomplete without the glow of your eyes or your melodic laugh.

You, on the other hand, tried to call him a lot of times, but the connection would never complete, since the mobile coverage was always terrible where you were. Sometimes, you were thankful for it, you wouldn’t know what to say if he picked up, to be honest. When the connection succeeded, you’d just text Mason and your parents.

And Mason didn’t talk about it. He’d never tell you anything about Havertz, unless you asked. He’d never tell Havertz anything about you as well, unless he asked.

“Havertz?” Ben called, once more. Kai sighed and turned to him. “You should take her for a dance.”

The german got shaken up by the idea. He wasn’t ready enough to say a simple “Hi”, let alone take you for a dance. He let out a nervous laugh, shaking his head.

“Don’t think it’s a good idea, man,” he admitted.

Ben smiled. He just smiled, then took another sip of his red wine. His body language was of someone who was up to something.

“In fact, it’s a great idea.”

He pointed to where you were, and when Kai followed, he saw Mason getting the kids to take pictures with the newlyweds. You were, finally, alone. Mason glanced at the men, displayed his best grin and winked to them before turning his attention back to the kids. Kai answered with a confused frown, then felt Ben giving his left shoulder a light tap.

“Go get your girl,” he whispered and left.

Kai muttered a cuss, fixed his suit, checked if his hair was in place and, at last, let loose with a long sigh. It was ridiculous the way he was feeling nervous before the chance of talking to you — well, after not hearing your voice for two years. His stomach jumped with the idea of watching your smile from so close and his fingers became restless to touch a bit of your skin.

You didn’t leave your table, letting the kids go with Mason and took the opportunity to enjoy the sweets. You got rid of your heels, feeling lighter without them. Dancing was still your favorite thing, but two kids jumping around all the time wore you out two times faster; you weren’t that familiar with high heels since you moved away to be part of humanitarian aid, so your feet hurt easier now.

“Hi.”

You were about to try out a soft looking sweet when you heard his voice. This time, it didn’t come from a dream, but reality, for real. You didn’t need to turn around to be sure it was him right there, behind you. It was his voice and his perfume, always unmistakable. Kai waited, and while he did, he noticed your bare feet, high reels set aside. He almost laughed at the scene, but that’s how you were.

You cleaned the sugar on your fingertips and got up. You gasped lightly when you faced him; his blue eyes so close made your heart skip a beat, but you didn’t mind. No matter how many times you saw him, you never got used to the overwhelming emotions that consumed you.

“Kai,” you whispered, your voice wavering.

“Y/N.”

The smile he gave you brought back the butterflies, just as a teenager realizing her first crush. Still, the sound of your name on his voice made you crack a genuine smile. It was like no time had passed for either of you.

“You look stunning,” he pointed to your dress.

“Oh, yeah.” You looked down at your own dress and touched the fabric with both hands. Your strands of hair that got loose from the braid were falling over your face. You turned to him again. “Thank you. You look just as gorgeous.”

“I’d say I’ve always been, but…” he joked, shrugging.

You laughed. You stared at each other’s eyes for a moment, no words being said, and even with music playing in the background, you couldn’t care less. It was completely silent, except for your own heartbeat ringing in your ears. Without much thought, you impulsively threw yourself on his arms for a hug; with your arms wrapped around his neck, you felt relief after so long, causing your body to instantly relax against his.

Surprised, Kai didn’t react immediately. He held you by instinct, his hands on your waist. When he finally realized what was going on, what you just had done, he hugged you back. The first thing he did was inhale your perfume, wondering if it was still the same one — it was. A delicate lavender fragrance, reminiscing him of a garden full of flowers, which suited you perfectly.

Your skin was still as hot as the sunlight. You used to say that, in that sense, he had the cold contrast of the light. You were fit for each other.

“Missed you,” you confessed.

Kai breathed that statement. He’d wished to hear that for so long that it didn’t sound real. It sounded like his mind was playing tricks on him, but his touch on your skin made him understand it was real. You were right there, he was holding you. Kai didn’t even mind you could feel his racing heartbeats.

“Missed you a lot more,” he muttered back.

You smiled, even if he couldn’t see it. You could stay there for hours in his arms, didn’t feel the slightest need to let go. In that moment, oblivious to the eyes watching you, both felt like they were free of any emptiness. That hug fulfilled everything.

You stepped back, licking your lips. Kai wasn’t able to take his hands off your waist, so you didn’t move that much. Your bodies were still very close, a silent exchange of looks, irises burning with strong feelings, lips glowing with excitement, uneven heartbeats, hands tingling for a more intimate touch.

How’s that possible? Two years have passed and you still felt like you were his.

“Please.” He held up a hand, the other still on your waist. “Would you like to dance?”

That made you look at your own feet.

“I’m barefoot.”

Kai laughed. The sound of his laugh sent waves of serotonin to your brain. You took his hand so it wouldn’t be hanging in the air, then had to hold your breath when you felt an electrical surge through your body after entwining your fingers with his. It felt like falling in love again, despite already being in love. Too late, you watched him take his own shoes, keeping the black socks. You shook your head and squeezed his fingers.

“Kai!”

He seemed unbothered.

“We’re even,” he said, smirking. “Can we go?”

Covering your mouth with your free hand, you giggled. Shaking your head in shock, you still followed him. Both barefoot, you joined the people on the dance floor, ignoring the prying eyes. Another song started playing, a romantic one, so you went for a spot in the middle. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders, his hands firmly on your waist.

Starting with slow steps, you didn’t break eye contact once. On the other side of the room, Ben and Mason watched their friends dancing like there was no one else but them in the world. Mason believed they still had a chance, they just had to admit that to each other. He was tired of seeing his best friend miserable, resenting the future she would never have with the only man she had loved — the only one she kept on loving, even from afar.

“I learned about your new contract,” you started, feeling the need to say something, anything, although the quietness didn’t bother you. “Congrats.”

“Mason gossiped to you?”

“No,” you replied. “Instagram.”

He laughed.

He used to be active enough in that network specifically, so he ended up giving the news there; like the contract closure with a new club, for instance. He thought it was possible that you’d see it, although he wasn’t quite hopeful, since you barely showed up online with the limited access to the internet where you were living.

“I also learned that you’re back in London,” Kai said, noticing your smile faltering a bit, but you kept your posture.

“Yeah, I…” You sighed, biting your lip. “I think I finished my mission.”

You carried on with the slow dance. You took in that moment, trying to hold on so it wouldn’t vanish. All your feelings were still there; being in his arms felt so right that you didn’t know how you managed to stay away from him for so long.

“And how was it for you?” Kai asked, genuinely interested to know more.

You thought about it. He made you do a little turn, then when you were back into his arms, you answered:

“Awesome and bad at the same time. I saw a lot of things I wish I hadn’t and that I’ll never forget. On the other hand, I also learned a lot of things that wouldn’t be possible in a club or a hospital. Somehow, it was a quite unique experience.”

Kai couldn’t help admiring the amazed expression on your face while you talked about it. Leaving you was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but at the same time, it was the best.

“What are your plans now?”

You weren’t able to answer immediately. Looking over Kai’s shoulder, you saw Mason and Ben with the kids. The first one caught your eyes and sent you an encouraging smile, to which you returned the same.

“I don’t know.”

The german caressed your bare back, sending shivers through your body. You smiled, almost feeling your breathing trying to betray you after the knowledge of still loving him so much that made you want to try again. He wasn’t acting like he had forgotten you, quite the opposite. The smile, the racing heartbeat you could feel through his chest over the suit, the touch of intimacy. All of him suggested that he wasn’t able to move on without you as well.

When the song ended, neither of you let go.

“I was an idiot,” Kai muttered.

You got surprised and moved your face away just to frown at him.

“What?”

“I was an idiot to let you go,” he explained. “I’m not saying that I should’ve stopped you from going after your dream, I’m just saying that I shouldn’t have let you go without knowing…” He paused to take a deep breath. “Without knowing that I don’t want any kind of life without you here, Y/N.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Instead, you did what you dreamed of doing for a while, whenever you went to sleep in that cold lonely bed every night. You brushed your lips against his, no kissing happening at first. Just a slight brush. Lips touching one another, bodies hugging, the empty dance floor watching you. Another song started, but no one bothered to dance.

Finally, Kai moved his lips and kissed you slowly. It didn’t last long, until you moved away with a smile on your face, eyes bright with a genuine hope. For God’s sake, you also didn’t want any kind of life without that man by your side.

He forgot to add sugar and milk to his coffee every morning, never enjoyed binge-watching scary movies and always slept in the middle of a rom-com. Every weekend, he left a new book over your bedside table, nourishing your reading habit and your love for new and unknown books. He liked to wake you up with kisses all over your face and always beat you on FIFA.

“What are you doing now, Kai?”

The german opened the prettiest smile and touched your cheek with his thumb, the answer on the tip of his tongue, as if he always knew what he wanted to do. He grabbed the moment and pushed away the emptiness he felt for almost two years. Now that he was aware how complete he felt with you, there was only one answer to be said.

“What I should have done from the start, Y/N,” he states. “I’ll never give you up.”

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[jgvardiol]

What would cooking with Josko be like?

CHAOTIC.

He'd like to help you but he just fails at it.

He keeps adding you the wrong stuff (like sugar instead of salt), not giving you the right recipe details and eventually hurting himself.

It would end up with you telling him to just sit on a stool and watch you do all the work.

''You are so mean.'' he would pout after you explain to him why you don't want him to assist you.

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[highdreaming]

Erling Haaland: (NSFW) Sex Positions

💢 All the works are pure fictions, for entertainment purposes only so please, read it at your own will.

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Erling Haaland x (female) reader

WARNINGS: SEX; short!reader.

AN: Please like, reblog and give me feedback!

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The height difference makes it practically impossible to have missionary sex so you’re forced to try out new positions, to see what works best for you.

Riding him is one of the options and personally Erling loves it. He stays seated, letting you ride him. To see you getting all flustered and sweaty, your hands dearly holding onto to his shoulders as you fuck yourself on his cock. The steady bounce of your breasts as you’re the one controlling the speed and how much of him you take. 

If you get tired, he can always move his hips from underneath you or help you ride him. His hands palming your ass, effortlessly moving you up and down like a weightless doll as you rest with your face on his shoulder, worn off.  

He definitely teases you in this position, a half smirk on his face.

“Getting tired already, huh? But, baby, this is only round 1 yet.” 

“So desperate for my huge cock. Fuck, keep going, baby.”

Doggy style is also an option, but Erling has to be careful as not to hurt you, given his immense strength. The good thing is that he goes much deeper, alongside with the primal feeling the position provides you. 

It’s usually reserved for when you need to blow off some steam, ending up in a rough sex session. It’s so intense to have him manhandle you, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you there as he fucks you.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll feel me inside of you for weeks.”

“Look at that, taking my cock like you’re made for it.” 

Table top is also a frequent position in your sex life, being a good replacement for the impossible missionary one. You love it when he fucks you in this position, his hips steadily meeting yours as his hand sneaks to your clit, bringing you closer to your release, facing each other. The bed/table/furniture constantly squeaking underneath your joint weights, especially when Erling picks up the pace. 

Even though these are the most frequent sex positions you guys do, you clearly end up doing more riding and table top as they’re the ones that actually allow you to face each other, something that you love a lot. 

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[the-offside-rule]

Pablo Gavi (FCBarcelona) - Don't Start

Requested: yes

Prompts: 1) "If anything were to happen to you..."

40)"You're so hot when you're mad."

Warnings: angsty and kinda short

Pablo returned home from training, anticipating the comfort of familiar surroundings. As he stepped inside, the silence greeted him, and a feeling of solitude crept in. "Y/n, I'm home!" He called Puzzled, but the only response was the echo of his own voice. "Y/n? Amor?" He called again, yet it seemed quiet this time. Growing concerned, Pablo searched every room, each corner of the house, only to find emptiness. Panic set in, and his mind raced with worry. Desperation led him to the backyard, where the sound of splashing water caught his attention.

There, at the pool, Pablo discovered Y/n with her headphones on, completely oblivious to his frantic search. She floated on a pool float, sun-kissed and carefree. The water muffled his calls, leaving him unheard. Unable to contain his anxiety, Pablo rushed towards the pool, his expression a mix of relief and frustration. "9h you're home!" Y/n smiled, lifting her headphones off and tilting her sunglasses down slightly to have a proper look at him. "I've been looking everywhere for you! I was so worried!" He exclaimed, his tone a blend of frustration and relief. "What?"

"If anything were to happen to you, I don't know what I'd do." Y/n emerged from the water, her laughter echoing in the quiet backyard. "Babe, I just went for a swim. I didn't mean to make you worry." She grinned, finding his reaction amusing. Looking down at his girlfriend in her bikini made this situation a....difficult one to react to. He couldn't help but shake his head with a mix of irritation and amusement before hopping in to join her. "You nearly gave me a heart attack! How was I supposed to know you were out here having a swim?" Y/n, still giggling, hopped of the float and swam closer and wrapped her arms around him. "I thought you were psychic, guess I was wrong but hey, it's good to know you care so much." She planted a playful kiss on his cheek. "And you're so hot when you're mad-"

"Don't start."

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[thatsdemko]

uncle mason- m.mount

pairings: Mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: fluff + established relationship

a/n: I don’t know how old summer is so let’s pretend miss girl can talk! at this point I should just make a series called ‘uncle *insert name*’ lol! feedback is always appreciated xx. my requests are currently open!

summer loves her uncle mason, and it’s quite obvious. she’ll do anything to be with him, and that may include kicking you out of the way.

you’re okay with it, she’s adorable and Mason with summer is even more attractive than you could’ve imagined. like there was any possible way your boyfriend could get hotter, just add a kid that’ll do it.

the two are conjoined at the hip at all times, she’s sitting in his lap in the lounge chair, watermelon slice in hand, the juice drips onto his thighs. he doesn’t mind or seem to care, the little girl is clearly happy at the sweet taste and just the intimate moments with her uncle.

Mason knows soon enough she’ll grow up and not want to be spend time with him, it hurts his heart, he wishes she could stay this young forever. it’s why he puts in so much effort and attention to make sure she knows her uncle Mason loves her dearly.

“all done?” he asks, watermelon rye resting on his thigh, and his sister comes to pick it up for her. he watches summer squirm around in between his legs growing comfortable once more. she lays her head against his thigh allowing the warm rays of the sun to dance her skin in with pink and tan colors.

Mason takes a look over at you, smile irreplaceable. he can’t wait for his own kids to do this with him. you smile back at him, “she loves you, mase.” you say and he nods, red hue growing against his cheeks, you can’t tell if it’s him blushing or the sun finally getting to him.

“I love you too auntie y/n!” summer exclaims, wiggling her body out from masons and moving over to your lounge chair. she wiggles herself against your legs just like she did with Mason and he swears his heart is melting— matter of fact, it aches with pure happiness.

“I love you so much more, summer.”

“hey don’t forget about me.” Mason interjects, playful frown on his face, arms crossed over his chest pretending to be hurt. summer giggles at her uncles expression.

“be as cute as summer and maybe I’ll love you.” you joke watching him roll his eyes saying it’s impossible to be that cute.

“it’s okay uncle mason we still love you!”

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[blueaetherr]

future histories

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader [she/her]

warning(s): angst, gotg vol 3 inspired [peter q. & gamora]

summary: the one where past lovers consider life beyond their tragic circumstances

author's note: this is part 2 to this imagine which i recommend reading before this one. i'm currently re-reading the book that inspired part 1 (the sun is also a star by nicola yoon), which further inspired me to write this. i also haven't written in time so forgive me for any mistakes that may be here.

tag(s): @aechii

now playing: the miseducation of lauryn hill by ms. lauryn hill

Under the mature night sky, surrounded by the stars and the comfort of the dark, a celebration was underway—an engagement party. Somewhere rural and hidden by trees standing tall and all, there was a house hosting the party of the couple-to-be in the coming weeks. The fiancé, the fiancée, bridesmaids, groomsmen and beyond in attendance. 

It was all wonderful, from the presence of everyone, the party atmosphere, Party Girls floating within and beyond the mansion. The night was set in motion and wouldn't stop for anyone until the early morning.

Still, two individuals decided to stray away. And there—wherever they wandered away to—they chose to remain in their own world, oblivious to everything else around them.

"You can't be serious, Jude!" Y/N shook her head and glanced at her friend with a pointed look. Watch your words kinda look. "Say that shit again. I dare you."

It was quiet for a moment before Jude decided to tune in again, shrugging with a smile growing on his face. "A straw has two holes."

Her face contorted, disgust evident even to the blind. "It has one."

Jude hung his head back as he let out a laugh, his laughter trailing into the night sky. Folding his arms, he asked, "You know two things can be true at the same time?" The straw debate was something that the two had been having for a few years. And yet despite his strong arguments and the backing of friends, Jude just couldn't get Y/N to be in the slightest way considerate of his side of the debate.

"And that's completely fine," she said, clasping her hands together. She was comfortable in her place and in her stance. "Just not when I make an argument for something. And I stand by what I believe."

"Okay, whatever you say," Jude raised his arms up in laughter, "Whatever you say, Y/N."

Debating with Y/N was something he always found himself enjoying. Not because he enjoyed the act of debating or because he would aim to propose an outstanding argument. It was more simply because he enjoyed watching Y/N debate, even if it was against him. Always was she animated in discussion, pushing 'til the end to prove a point that may not be entirely true. If she could somehow prove that left was actually right, then Jude would follow behind her and declare left as right.

After walking around the private grounds for some time, Y/N and Jude decided to rest and settled on a low wall. There, they were able to admire the manor house scenery. A location large and luxurious in presentation with its gardens, lakes and grass trimmed to perfection. Still, it remained cosy and informal with the absence of public bodies around; one could be unrestricted and alone with the infinite square feet that were free to wonder.

Jude and Y/N experienced both respectively, the loneliness over the freedom. Outdoors they were together alone, only accompanied by the displays of nature around them. Away from the celebration of the engaged couple, away from secret activities of the night, away and distant from the wonders that this ever manor had to offer. And when that realisation dawned upon the two everything from their talk to their moods fell.

Y/N sighed, her posture faltering a bit. "What are we doing out here?" After all, it was Jude who invited her to stray away from the party. One minute she was in the middle of a game with her friends and the next Jude was taking her away with no explanation, just pace.

Jude took her hand in his and glanced at her with a playful look. "Is it so bad that I want to get to know my bridesmaid?" Weirdly, everyone thought it would be the perfect idea to pair Jude and Y/N as a groomsman and bridesmaid together.

"Yes," Y/N scoffed out a laugh, removing her hand from his grasp. "I know a lot about you and I don't think I want to start learning more."

"That's fair, I guess," he huffed out a small laugh. But because he believed that what she said was wholefully true; he knew that other people shared her opinion so I guess that's where he had to agree. Jude then sobered up from his laughter, "I just wanted to talk to you."

Rubbing her hands together, she blew out a small breath as she looked around the vacant outdoor area. "And we have to do that outside?" The night weather wasn't too bad, though it didn't beat wanting to be indoors.

He sucked in a small breath as he rubbed the nape of his neck. "Yeah, sorry about that. It's just... I'm not tryna be inside right now. I mean..."

She meant to ask what Jude was talking about, but then she heard it. I Can't Help Falling in Love was playing, within and beyond the mansion. And Y/N could imagine the scenes inside. Everyone pushing the engaged couple to have yet another dance, ungrateful yet entertaining steps and twirls, aspiring partners taking the leap of faith with a dance that would probably lead to something more later down the line, lively dances and delight across the board.

Whatever purpose there was to dance—to sway delicately across the dancefloor, to lose oneself in the song, to hold wild thoughts regarding romance—nonetheless, it brought everything to life even if it wasn't there before. Romance, partnership, and lasting promises, all shared between two individuals. Every two individuals except for Y/N and Jude.

It was hard for them. Even though they felt nothing for each other, even though they could no longer feel anything for one another (and weren't actively seeking anything from each other), it still remained hard and unfair to be surrounded by all things love and ideal romance that reminded them that their relationship didn't work, that they themselves weren't deserving of a functional, lasting relationship.

Jude and Y/N were happy for the engagement of their friends, and they would continue to wish them the best until their final days. But being bombarded by all these things—being a groomsman and bridesmaid, everyone seemingly being in current or aspiring relationships—with their history together, one that they couldn't bring themselves to remember or hold onto in any way, witnessing their friends in the relationship that they failed to hold onto for reasons beyond them... it was overwhelming simply being at the engagement party.

"And I just want to talk to you without other people being around... without them judging us." It was weird for Jude. Being a football player meant eyes were constantly on him. He was used to it. Now people were giving him attention over his previous relationship and couldn't seem to shake off the feeling of unease off his person.

Y/N knew Jude's thoughts were real and justified. She heard the whispers speaking on her and Jude. From the wedding rehearsals to the engagement party. Both positive and negative remarks; wondering how they couldn't understand why the two broke up, speaking on why the reason the exes broke up didn't make much sense. That Y/N and Jude looked together, and that they should make up and get together for the sake of it.

In other words, the reason for Jude and Y/N breaking up wasn't valid enough in everyone's eyes.

She let her eyes trail on her legs as they swang over the ground. "It's— it's like people care more about our relationship than we do." She said it like it was a wonder, but Y/N knew well that that was just the reality of things.

"Don't even get me started with that," Jude shook his head before scoffing. "I get asked about our relationship—about you—a lot by friends and family. I mean I don't mind, it's whatever, you know? I expect now. But sometimes it's just too much. And every conversation is the same. How is Y/N? You guys still friends? I think you two still have a chance together. You should definitely ask her out."

"And I'm always polite with it and say, Y/N is fine. Yes, we're still friends I guess. Well, I don't know about that. We haven't talked about that. I hear what you're saying, but I'm not too sure about that. Polite with it. Then they'll ask me the same questions again or ask my parents. It's almost like... like..."

"Like they don't trust our judgements?" Even though she was never present for any of those conversations, Y/N and Jude shared similar experiences post-relationship. The questions, the questions repeated over and over again, the patience that came with having to deal with those repeated questions. There was something so frustrating about having to convince people that your past relationship would remain in the past with no hope of reviving it ever again. 

Not only because they didn't want to; the moon and the stars just wouldn't allow it.

"Exactly that. It's annoying 'cause everyone wants me to do something I just can't do anymore... something I can't remember doing. Like," Jude inhaled deeply as he rubbed his hands over his face. He never really was good with his words. "There's something there but it's beyond me. I could love you but I just can't. Not because I don't want to, but it's... every time I want to step forward I'm pushed back. Like it's not my fault and it's not our fault either."

There were grounds as to why Jude disliked dwelling on their relationship. Some were evident, others not so much; one being that the simple thought of the relationship gave him false hope.

In truth, he was a hopeless romantic. He loved the idea of love in all of its forms. By offering and receiving, perhaps to and from his family, friends or anyone who could reciprocate it. Like the average person, it made him feel happy in many possible ways. And when he was consumed in all that love—when he was consumed in happiness—he was more approachable and open to everyone's questions about his past relationship with Y/N. That's where the hope fell over him every single time. 

Maybe there's still something between me and Y/N. Maybe we did overreact like everyone is saying. We didn't try hard enough to fix our relationship. So when he was no longer so consumed in his hopeful thoughts, Jude would tell himself let's try again.

But then he would simply look at Y/N and reality would quickly pull him out of his thoughts. No. 

Jude could try to find the humour in Y/N's words, he could try to admire Y/N for her beauty and flaws, he could try to remain consumed in everyone's delusions about his past relationship, he could try to indulge in their past romance through the words of his mom. Jude could try anything, yet none of it would change the fact that everything he ever felt for Y/N was compromised. Anything he would ever feel for her would be compromised.

He could no longer feel anything for her. She could no longer feel anything for him. The possibility of feeling anything held no strength to exist, and that realisation always left Jude devastated. They were a lost cause. We're never getting back together, and he just had to get over it.

But that was difficult when everyone would remind him of their relationship. So he was stuck in this cycle of false hope, where he couldn't find it in himself to move on. Truthfully, Jude was unsure if he would ever be getting out of it any time soon.

"It's not our fault. It never was," she said, moving her hand in small rotation on his back to let Jude fall into her touch. All Y/N could do was sit by Jude and comfort him. In fact, all they could do was comfort one another. Because everything Jude felt, everything he couldn't feel, she was right there with him. This would be a soft moment of solace if the circumstances weren't so terrible.

Yet here they were, outside all miserable and devastated by their never-changing circumstances in a scenery so whole and picturesque. While everyone was partying—celebrating and enjoying the declaration of love of the engaged couple, dancing in rightful and infinite pairs—Jude and Y/N could only share some physical attachment knowing that was all one could offer the other. They were strangers to romantic love, so caught up in this insane cycle of misfortune.

"It drains me having to think about it every day," Jude exhaled as he sat up. Having those conversations only came with one benefit; he could exhale everything he had pented up before. "That's why I just want to move on from everything, you know? It's been months since we broke up. Like why is everyone else so hopeful about us than us?"

"If only I could tell you. You'd think they would start asking whether we're both seeing other people by now." Y/N tilted her head in thought. Caught up in her relationship and everyone's reminders of its existence, she had the tendency to forget that she existed beyond Jude. Turning to him, she wondered, "Are you seeing someone right now?"

Jude scoffed out a small laugh as he shook his head slightly. He knew Y/N met well, he did. But he did feel like the answer was evident. I'm a mess, of course not. "Do you really think I would be seeing someone if I'm all in my feelings right now?"

"Just wondering, honey."

Seeing the unspoken apology in her eyes, Jude let his person falter a bit. "Not really, no." Since Y/N the most he could entertain when it came to girls was the talking stage and he would never go beyond that.

Losing the ability to love Y/N kinda left Jude a bit scarred. According to the delicate words of his mom, he and Y/N were once the perfect relationship, a relationship where she fell but he fell harder. But everyone knew how that ended. The fear of a new relationship ending exactly like his and Y/N's, the fear of possibly not being able to love, both ultimately shied Jude away from actively putting in the effort of pursuing girls he might find interest in. "I try, I do. But it's just a lot all at once."

"I think that might be the best way of moving on," Y/N suggested, "Maybe we won't be caught up thinking about each other if we're thinking about other people. It's hard, but it takes time. When you get there, you get there."

He nodded slightly. He wasn't in total agreement with Y/N but he trusted her judgement. "Yeah, maybe. Wait," Jude paused in his place before his eyes grew wide. "Why are you saying it like that?" Suddenly, it dawned on Jude. Y/N was speaking from experience. "Are you seeing someone?"

"Jude."

"Wait, why didn't you tell me before?"

"Just listen to me, Jude—"

"I literally dragged you out here. I don't want him to think I'm making a move—"

"Jude!" Her voice, firm rather than harsh, managed to reach his ears which stopped Jude from his ranting. Unknown to both of them, that was the same voice she had used to resolve problems during their relationship. When she was sure she had Jude's attention, she continued, "I'm not seeing anyone right now. I've just recently become open to it. That's all."

Jude's glance tracked around before returning to the person beside him. "So you're looking to get into a relationship?"

"Am I actively pursuing one? No. But I won't intervene if it comes my way." Y/N was once like Jude when it came to speaking to a potential partner. She was distant and denied guys when they tried to reach out over her fears of her relationship with Jude repeating itself. But over time her thoughts have eased and even though she wasn't exactly there yet, there was some noticeable progress to highlight. She was no longer entirely tied down to Jude.

She adjusted her sitting position. The wall they were sitting on wasn't the most comfortable. "I don't know about you, but I don't want us to be the one thing that people know us for. Like sure we ended on confusing terms according to everyone else, but what can we do? I mean it was out of our hands even before we met. I don't want to be caught up over it forever. We have to find ourselves moving away from all of that somehow." 

Y/N learned a lot from her relationship with Jude. They were never truly a real match and they were invalid on many levels. Others could remember their relationship in ways she couldn't, to the point she could only dream of something so perfect and that left her dejected every time.

But moving forward she wanted things to change where she could. The perception others held of her and Jude would remain the same until time deemed otherwise. What she could change, what she could control were her thoughts and actions. Now she could think about Jude and tell herself that everything happens for a reason, that they were an unfortunate case but things happen, that it was okay for her to move forward by herself or with someone else.

She couldn't be so attached to Jude knowing there never was a future for them together in the first place.

"I get it," Jude frowned as he nodded along to her words. Logical and practical. He couldn't find himself arguing against them. He took in a small breath and offered Y/N a small smile. "Well, I'm... I'm happy for you."

"Oh yeah?" Y/N grinned though it was small and unsure. After all, she knew Jude was the more emotional one between the two. She wouldn't have been surprised if he hadn't been so open to her advice.

The thing is though, Jude was happy for Y/N, truly. Or, at least for the most part. Where he wasn't was simply just his current fears. His fears of being stuck in one place forever. His fears of being left behind. His fears of not being able to relate with Y/N on their unique experience of falling out together. Fears that if he lost Y/N then he would have no one to lean on, that he would have no one.

But hearing her story—something full of hope, clarity and purpose for something new—that's where he was happy. Maybe being a hopeless romantic wasn't such a dumb idea to have; he just had to shift his direction of thought and look forward to their future histories, separate or together.

Once again Jude offered Y/N a smile, one wide, kind and truthful. "Of course," he said as he brought her into a side hug, the two swaying softly in tune with the timid breeze. "That's all I can be for you."

Pulling away, Y/N asked, "You sure? I hope I didn't say anything in a way that would upset you. I just don't want us to bond over such depressing shit all the time." She had a feeling that those conversations would come to an end sooner or later.

"Yeah, you're right," Jude sighed with a nod, almost reassuring himself that everything would be okay moving forward. His eyes drifted toward the mansion where everything still remained lively. The discomfort was still there observing the scene, though he felt it diminish—and it would continue to falter with time. I'll be okay. "I get it and I meant when I said that I'm happy for you. I want that for myself too. It's actually not all that bad."

"Why do you say that?"

"You didn't hear this from me but apparently... I once promised you that I'd be the first person to walk you up and down the aisle."

And that was the last time Jude looked back at their relationship through his mom.

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