#kieran tierney imagine

[yellowkitkieran]

Boyfriend (Kieran Tierney)

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Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: You and Kieran are on different pages regarding your situationship, which leaves both of you broken hearted.

Hunting for your trousers in a man's bedroom should heart your cheeks with shame. This is relatively normal for you now though, having hooked up with Kieran more times than you can count- and only twice having been invited to stay ren'night in the guest bedroom. 

“They're here,” Kieran says and tosses a pair of jeans your way. “Can you pass me my kit bag? Thanks.”

Kieran rushing out after sex has become commonplace. It stings a little less each time, though it has yet to fully fade. Your phone chimes, and you pick it up to see a message from a dating app, confirming the time for your impromptu dinner later tonight.

“Who's that?” Kieran says, tossing shirts from his closet to his bed. He doesn't bother to fold them because he isn't concerned with wrinkles. 

“Just some guy I've got a date with.” You keep your eyes on your phone and your voice even. This is new- up until now, you've remained fixated on Kieran. You only downloaded the app with the hope that it would kick Kieran's arse into high gear and prompt him to finally ask you out. 

“Sorry, did you say date?” Kieran blinks and turns towards you when you nod. “With who? Why?”

“Some bloke I met on an app- why do you care?”

“Because I don't want anyone else touching you, that's why. You aren't supposed to be dating anyone.” 

That sets you off. You purse your lips, vision tinting red. Who does he think he is? you've provided him with countless chances and he has squandered each and every one of them. “You aren't my boyfriend. Why does it matter if I go on a date with someone else?”

With all the patience of a parent speaking to an unruly child, Kieran pinches the bridge of his nose. “Because…” Each word comes loose like pulling teeth. “Because-”

“Because what Kieran?! Spit it out!” You're tired of waiting. For a date, for affection, for a finished sentence. You deserve to be put first for once, not cast aside like an out of date toy. 

“Because I don't want you to be with anyone else! Alright? There- are you happy?”

“Well for fucks sake Kieran! Do something about it then!” You're on your feet now, pacing the length of the room. There is far too much energy bundled up inside of you. Kieran's confession has spurred you into a frenzy and awoken the storm that has been brewing for weeks.  

Kieran shakes his head and continues stuffing things in his bag. “I'm not doing this right now. I have a plane to catch.”

How can he be so indifferent? The Kieran you know has a soft, tender heart. Now it is as if his is made of stone, the organ sitting solid and impenetrable in his chest. Doesn't he care? Doesn't this eat at him the same way it has eaten at you?

“I just don't want to think about this when I'm going to be in Scotland for a while-” 

“Where you'll probably spend the next two weeks snogging other women and letting them grind their arses on you in clubs.” The words are poison tipped, turning his own jealousy back onto the man himself. “Lord knows you won't be loyal, you'll neck the first bird who smiles at you.”

“I haven't so much as looked at another woman in months,” Kieran snaps. He stands at his full height now, his muscular frame filling your vision. You hold your ground, glaring up into his chocolate brown eyes that currently lack the sparkle you've grown to enjoy. Now they are filled with ire instead of affection and you are disturbed to discover how much that hurts you. 

“Liar. You're a liar Kieran Tierney, last week there were rumors, I saw-” 

“There's always gonna be rumors! We could be married and there would still be rumors about some model or influencer or someone that has paid tabloids to say they saw us together!” Kieran runs a hand through his hair. His laugh carries no humor, “and I know you can't handle it, which is why I agreed to things being casual!”

“Oh, you know I can't handle it, do you?” Tears prick your eyes as tears threaten to spill down your cheeks. You refuse to give Kieran the satisfaction of seeing how deeply he's wounded you. “You always assume. You assume I want to see you, assume I can't handle pressure, assume I'd rather be nothing more than fuck buddies, someone you can call in the middle of the night after a loss. But you know what? I'm done, Kieran. I'm done.”

“Just like that then? You're walking away from me?” Kieran tips his head back and the laugh that spills from him is not one you recognize. You aren't sure if it's pain, or maybe disbelief. You can scarcely believe it yourself; five minutes ago you were ready to cancel a date on his behalf. Now, you wouldn't dream of something like that ever again. 

You grab your coat off his bed and sling it over your shoulders. “Yep, just like that. Last chance Kieran.” 

“Just get out,” Kieran half growls. His back is already to you, which is just one more reason for you to go. Against your will, your feet remain rooted to the spot- you don't want to leave. What you want is for Kieran to fight for you, or maybe beg for forgiveness. You know in your heart that you haven't imagined the spark between you. That one night he took you out for a drink, there had been a genuine connection. You know that if he would get his head straight, he would recognize it.

But you value yourself too highly to remain in a situation where there is no progress. For months you've entertained this situationship in hopes that one day soon Kieran might wisen up and ask you on a proper date. But he hasn't, and someone else has come along to beat him to the punch, and now is when he chooses to be salty about it. 

As your feet carry you along the path you've walked dozens of times, you catalog the details of Kieran's home. The gallery wall containing photos of his favorite memories and people. A framed kit from his Arsenal debut. The bowl of apples on the kitchen island that will no doubt spoil before they're consumed. All of it, every detail down to the neatly placed shoes near the front door, is distinctly Kieran. 

An ache settles in your limbs. The weight of it threatens to crack bone. Somewhere deep in the house, you swear you can hear Kieran sigh. Probably with relief, thankful that you're finally out of his hair for good. 

At the last second, you take the slip of paper out of your pocket. It's no more than a discarded piece of scrap, but you hunt for a pen and write three words before you can think better of it. It's the truth- no sooner than the words are written do you feel the ache start to ease slightly. You fold the paper in fourths and slide it into the pocket of his coat, knowing full well that he never wears it anyway. But at least you've put it into the universe, and your secret no longer lives solely inside your soul. 

You do not look back as you leave. Once the door locks behind you, you only pray that Kieran washes that coat before he discovers the paper.

I love you. Three words, so simple to write, yet impossible to speak. Three words Kieran will never hear you say. Because now that you've gone, you'll never come back. 

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[oh-saints]

bestie do we still get kt x singer reader?!🥲i need it after the anti-kt disappointment

for you, fellow KT bestie (does it rhyme???) who's been deprived of our lovely viking for far too long, i'd give it to youuu

change

being a female singer-songwriter in a very saturated industry, you work hard to get where you are now. but kieran works harder until he can call you his.

kieran tierney x singer!reader

word count: 2.0k

note: i gotta be honest... i tried so hard not to entertain this ask because my request's closed and i have so many left i haven't worked on yet, but an idea popped in my mind that i had to write it down. and in the light of us fellow KT girlies not being granted his appearance by mikel, which coincided with my bday week this time around, here it is! but as usual, i happen to write this at dawn so not beta-read yet.

the song included in this work is this.

“A record I must say,” Lauren, your agent, walked into your studio alongside your publicist with a cup of tea—dajeerling and brewing hot, no less, just the way you like it. “A birdie told me you haven’t pulled out all-nighter lately and chose to clock in early instead.”

“Morning to you, too, Lauren,” You pushed back your chair, straying away your eyes from the lined-up monitors on your work station. “Now, what’s wrong in being early?”

“As far as I can recall, you love your bed so much that you always try to spend your time there until it’s really time to go,” Lauren put your cup and your smoked-beef sandwich on the table standing in the middle of the room. “Am I right?”

You could only laugh at your agent’s long-standing experience of the countless times she had to drag you out of your bed so you could make it in time for radio promotions. She even went as far as preventing you from touching the bed when you were due for a red carpet, afraid you’d pass out and she had to extort physical means to get you wake up.

In your defence, you couldn’t help it. Inspirations come to you at unexpected times, and mostly they keep you up during the time when everybody’s asleep because you can’t not make something out of it while it lasts. They are what keep you afloat in this make-it-or-break-it industry, the root of your endless hits after hits, and precisely why your agent—although groaning while doing so—would still shake the sleep from your entire being relentlessly.

However, you couldn’t deny your agent’s astute observation that you had, indeed, been gracing your studio in normal time zone. Something that wasn’t exactly unheard of but definitely something that was missing from a gazillion years ago.

In fact, deep down, you actually surrendered yourself to the fact attack launched by Lauren because you were changing, for good. No longer were the days of grabbing instant meal kits, nights of recording and takeouts. And you have every reason to.

While the smoke of brewing hot tea was usually something you look forward to get your body and soul intact for the rest of the day, lately there had been another angelic sight freely occupying the other side of your bed—a sight you look forward to see the first thing in the morning, as soon as you open your eyes to the bright, blinding sun. Yet, you could swear the sight was even mesmerising than the sun itself.

The calm personified in Kieran Tierney when he was sleeping was something else. Eyes shut perfectly in a dome shape and eyelashes tickling his prominent cheekbones—it was a scenery you would definitely choose over the leather four walls of your studio.

Kieran when awake was already bedazzling as it is, but when you take away all the determination and worries, he simply looks like an innocent child sleeping, with those thin lips left agape and soft snores coming out in tune melodically with the chirping bird outside.

For that particular private viewing alone, if it meant you had to do patchworks to your usual unusual routine, you would gladly do it in a heartbeat. You’d enjoy the bonus of 5 extra minute to run the pads of your fingers along the lines of his facial structure, grazing inch and every bit of the strong features you’ve come to love the past months, tracing every crook and nook until nothing else left untouched.

You like to touch the end of his hairline and the beginning of his skin, creasing out the contracted muscle at your initial touch, down to his thick brows, the long eyelashes, protruding cheek bones and jaw lines, the apple chin… and your favourite of them all; the thin but healthily pink lips that always pouts in default but would turn into a megawatt smile whenever around you. It’d become your favourite ever since you noticed that particular perk only you had the privilege to own.

Your hands would draw back to the tip of his pointy nose, a feature he inherited from his patrilineal genetics, and he would scrunch the muzzle softly as if he was about to sniff before gaining consciousness slowly but surely. You’d come to realise it was marked by his 3-times blink before he groaned a sleepy, groggy good morning as he took in his surroundings.

And you’d laugh when he attempted to pull you into another tight cuddle, prolonging your lazing time on the bed by leaving pecks on the crown of your head, as if he didn’t have somewhere to go every morning without fail.

As much as you’d come to terms with the fact that you know now your way of dying—should you be able to choose—is to be engulfed in Kieran’s arms, basked in his signature mixture of natural odour and his favourite perfume, until you run out of breaths, Kieran’s athletic routine was the reason why you had to get up the same time as your boyfriend.

Because who could fall asleep again when you got to gawk on your shirtless boyfriend walking around your bedroom like he owned the place?

Certainly not you, not when the adrenaline was too high on certain times and all you had to focus was not to tackle your boyfriend in the bathroom so that you could have sex. He has a job to keep, and you have fans waiting for your next creation. So you channelled your overflowing energy into coming into the studio early—it wouldn’t be a surprise to anyone, really, if you exposed yourself that your next album would be solely inspired by your “burly yet soft like a teddy bear” lover.

If 5 years ago someone said to you that you’d undergo all these drastic changes, you’d laugh at their face. Your old self wouldn’t have approved of your decision on letting Kieran in to your life so fast in the first place.

Old you, who didn’t think of anything else but your budding career.

Old you, who was so afraid to lose whatever you had because of a stupid move, like your fellow musicians went wrong.

Old you, who thought you had too much at stake to think of something outside the music and your fans.

Old you, who learnt from your last ex-boyfriend that you had to fight your way up on your own.

“How’s the album going?” Lauren started off again, now her notes and iPad sprawled all over the table, and you took the hint to get serious. “Is there any samples we can hear of?”

“I do—”

And that was when you realise your phone—your other phone, to be exact; the one you bought for its music features so you could rest assured to keep your creative outlet as positive as possible—was nowhere to be found. Your morning commute only includes the likes of your house or Kieran’s house and work lately, so you’ve got no choice but to call your boyfriend.

“What’s up, babe?”

Kieran had made it a habit of his to rotate any pet name he could probably think of to call you. On any other circumstances, you would usually curl your fingers when someone called you by a sweet moniker of their choice—heck, your last ex fling even complained about your disdain to them. But rather than disgust this time, it was more at the weird sensation vibrating through your entire body that you found yourself rather liking them.

In fact, you had to give Kieran a big kudos for making the transition in their relationship relatively natural. While a lot of things escalated very quickly in your respective lives, it somehow felt like it just fell into their deserving place instead.

Kieran really meant it when he vowed he would prove her fears wrong, exactly the night when you decided to let him into your life.

“I left my other phone at home, can you bring them to my studio?”

“Sure thing, love,” And Lauren had to hold back her squeals when she noticed your blushing cheeks. “See you in a bit.”

Turned out, it wasn’t merely a bit to the Scotsman. How could he not be stunned when you pulled the rug from under his feet?

He was only supposed to call your other phone in order for him to bring the device to you, but as soon as he heard intently and closely to the caller ring you’ve put for him, he was rendered speechless.

The very reason why your relationship with Kieran took off on a very long slow burn into what they were now was because you were initially very averse at the idea of romantically involved with anyone. Not after what your ex had done to you, and Kieran went into diving fully realising and acknowledging the part. He’d come to embrace your flaws and your imperfections, no matter how much you hate them, because it’s what made you… you. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Including your lack of verbal affection.

The irony, Kieran would laugh at the revelation, but it didn’t matter in his opinion because it didn’t particularly equal to not meaning you love for him. You crumbling down the longstanding Berlin Wall between them was enough of a proof that you felt the same way as him.

He had before long accepted the idea that you were not fond of grandiose gestures from your significant other, nor did you like doing so to your partner. You belonged rather to the kind of people who liked spending time closely with their respective partner, be it candle-lit dinner in the iconic Aviary or be on the phone call with him for hours when he was on an away match–didn’t matter for you, really.

You preferred to express her affection into a set of discreet actions; you could be found constantly holding his hand whenever you had the chance, playing with his hair, juggling between touching the side of his face and feeling the growing stubbles on his jaw.

When he was on an away game, you would send an Uber Eats for him and whoever his roommate at that time, a little supportive note from you would be slipped in the packaging with a help of the deliveryman. Now, being Kieran’s roommate was a spot worth fighting for amongst his teammates. And recently, you let Kieran stay over in your flat every now and then.

The action spoke more than volume, per Kieran’s standard of your love for him. It might not be much, but for Kieran, it meant no more walls, no more hesitation.

So when his ears picked up the lyrics of the caller ring, Kieran was left breathless. It was a crude song, not yet mastered, so he knew it was something she only recently produced, but it was what made the effect booming throughout his body became 10 times shuddering.

I remember like it was yesterday

First kiss and I knew you changed the game

You have me, exactly, well you want it,

And I'm on it

And I ain't ever gonna let you get away

Holdin' hands never made me feel this way

So special, boy it's your, it's your smile

We so in love

You had never been fluent in articulating her feeling into words of either written or spoken form, at least to Kieran’s face, but this song–it pretty much contained every description of what you felt towards him, practically a song to profess your love to him in a very discreet way.

You are my baby love, my baby love

You make the sun come up (Oh boy, oh boy)

You're my every, everything that I could ever dream of

You are my baby love, my baby love

You make the sun come up (Oh boy, oh boy)

You're my every, every, every, everything

Been a minute and we still holding it down

Butterflies every time you come around

You make me, so crazy

It's crazy, oh baby

And I don't ever wanna be with no one else

You're the only one that ever made me melt

You're special, boy it's your, your style

We so in love

Kieran’s heart was galloping so fast it could outmatch any stallion in their prime. He could actually feel the depths of your unspoken love and affection towards him from the song, from your voice alone, despite the still-lacking quality of the product. But god damn…

If this was the aftereffect of being serenaded by you, in all of your glorious words about how you feel towards him, Kieran didn’t think he could survive another, should you make another song for him.

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[cowboyb1ues]

birthday shenanigans

hello hello hello ladies!! hope you all enjoyed kt day as much as i did!! this isn’t the longest or the best but it’s here and she’s kinda cute!

A fic about celebrating Kieran’s birthday with your two daughters.

Kieran Tierney x fem!reader (3.7k)

18+ only!! if i catch minors reading i will block you!

The sunlight is being broken up by the white curtains dainty covering the big windows that are overlooking the rich and green backyard that was loitering with footballs, plastic buckets and shovels showing the crimes of the mysterious holes in the edge of the garden along with various dog toys laying around precariously. 

The early birds are already out, soft singing and tweeting to be heard from the small crack that was always present in the summer, a small attempt at not overheating under the thin covers and your husband who tends to run as hot as a radiator.

You lay and steep in the small moments of silence that are rare in a household with a boisterous four-year-old and a one-year-old who have both inherited their daddy’s loud laugh. Your finger continues drawing small circles on the bare skin on Kieran’s ribs that were visible from the cover bunched up around his hips. His deep breath and occasional snores bring a small smile to your face, the familiarity of them from being together for so many years laying like a comforting blanket over your sleepy brain.

You move your head so your chin is resting on his chest, fighting the almost irresistible urge to kiss the constellation of freckles he has covering his skin, and gaze up at him. His face is soft, free of any of the lines and frowns that sometimes find their way on it after long and gruelling days. His hair is covering his forehead, the flat nature of it a stark contrast to the style he normally aims for.

You close your eyes again and lay your head back down so it rests on his chest and try to force sleep to overcome you once again. The gentle motion of your finger never stops and  the singing of the birds continues as they enjoy the early summer morning. You subconsciously press a kiss to the skin under you and smile softly when you feel him shiver slightly under your phantom touch.

You feel the heaviness of sleep sink into your bones, a content sigh leaving your mouth at the prospect of getting even just mere minutes of more sleep before the thunderbolts of the household are up and at it.

“Why are you awake already?” a sleepy voice asks from above you and you feel a hand start to rub up and down your back in comforting motions.

You tilt your head up slightly but your eyes remain closed and you smile when you feel his beard tickle your delicate skin as he presses a kiss to your forehead before pressing another to the top of your head.

“You kicked me in your sleep,” you tease and pinch his waist lightly before you yelp when he mimics the action on your buttcheek.

“I would never,” he hums and drapes his arms around your waist so he can drag you up his body so your face hovers over him with his big brown eyes still closed.

“Say that to the numerous bruises on my shins,” you say before leaning down to press the softest of kisses to his lips, a gleeful hum leaving his lips and his arms tightening around you in response to the gentle affection. “Good morning by the way.”

“Good morning,” he sighs against your lips before doting a few more against your waiting mouth.

“And happy birthday,” you whisper as you pull apart at last, one of your hands coming up from where they were resting against his chest to gently hold his face, your thumb rubbing softly over the skin.

He thanks you with the sweetest kiss, his lips moving against yours like dripping honey. Slow and sweet and everything you can ever wish for. His stubble scratches your chin when you tilt your head slightly and a soft gasp leaves your lips when his arms squeeze you tight into him. He utilises the opportunity and lets his tongue start its well trained waltz with yours as he moves his hips and gently grinds up against you.

Your head spins and you are left breathless when you finally pull away from him. His lips are red and slick, his eyes closed in pure delight as he guides your hips with his strong hands so that they meet his strategic movements.

You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and gasp slightly when you feel his hard bulge press against your clit with only your underwear as an offencing barrier. You position yourself with your knees on either side of his hips and grind down on him more firmly as you start to follow the route from his mouth to over his scratchy jaw and down the column of his throat. 

His head falls back into the pillow as he slowly succumbs to the pleasure you bring him, one of his arms wrapped tightly around your waist over the old t-shirt you’re wearing while he uses his other hand to keep a firm grip on your ass to help you with your sinful movements.

You bite lightly at the prominent vein on his neck and smile against the skin when you hear him let out a small groan and the painful ecstasy. Your hands start to travel like the body beneath you was a barren land waiting for you to make your claim on it, the hard muscle of an undiscovered terrain that allowed you to find all of its hidden secrets.

“Fuck.” He mumbles when you scratch slightly over the pale skin on his chest, the light sprinkle of hair tickling your fingers as you make your claim on him.

The duvet around you moves with you as he skillfully flips you over and hovers over you with his right arm propped up on his elbow beside your head while the other one holds your cheek and guides your lips back to meet his. 

Your legs wrap around his hips and you press your foot gently into his thighs to make him continue the joyous fiction between you as his tongue meets yours once again. 

“I love you,” he mumbles into your mouth as you raise your hips slightly to meet the slow moves of his hips, “so fucking much.”

You wrap your arm around his neck and pull away from him as your other hand pulls at the tight black boxers he’s wearing. Your nose nudges his as you pull them down enough to free his cock and a smile paints itself on your lips as you wrap your soft hand around him and he lets out a broken whimper at the feeling. 

“I love you more.” You whisper back and start to move your hand slowly over his length, revelling in how his breathing picks up at the movement.

“Doubt it.”

Before you have the chance to respond, his lips lock with yours again, his mouth falling open and moans fall from it as you continue to kiss his lower lip while picking up the speed of your hand.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he interrupts you, bringing the hand that was holding your cheek down to wrap around your wrist to slow you down, “I’m gonna cum if you keep going.”

“What’s the problem with that?” you laugh and press a slow, languid kiss to his parted lips and start to jerk him off again before he stops you again as he opens his eyes.

“I would rather cum in you,” he mumbles against your lips and moves his hand from your wrist and starts to tug on the lace of your panties.

“Is that right?” You ask and start to wriggle out of your underwear with a small laugh as he kicks off his boxers as well. Once the pieces of clothing are removed you can feel the tip of him brushing against your slick folds, the feeling making you let out a small moan and a shiver crawl up your spine.

He hums and takes a hold of his dick and slowly thrusts into you, both of your eyes closing at the pleasure of him stretching you out the way only he had ever been able to. He slowly starts to move his hips, his thrusts slow and unhurried as he simply enjoys the feeling of you completely surrounding him in every way possible.

The smell of you filled his nose as he buried his head in your hair and your small moans and whimpers filled his ears along with the sound of his hips meeting yours.

You are all he can think about as he lets the pleasure of you fill every atom of his being and he never wanted anything else.

“Baby,” you moan as he hits the particular spot in you that was almost made just for him, “again.”

He smiles against the strands of hair and angles his hips lightly so he continues to hit the spot in you that made you fall apart at the seams. Your arms are wrapped around his shoulders and the feeling of your nails digging into his skin is enough to egg him to fuck you a bit harder. 

You let out a shriek at the sudden change but it’s quickly interrupted by a long moan as the welcomed and familiar feeling of a knot of pleasure starts to form in the pit of your stomach.

Kieran feels you tighten around him as his powerful thrusts leave you dizzy and he starts to pick up the pace as well, so well attuned to how to play your body like his favourite instrument. 

You throw your head back into the pillow as your eyes close and ragged breaths leave your lips as Kieran kisses the line of your jaw, “you’re gonna cum, baby?”

You can only nod your head as the feeling of ecstasy consumes you and countless breathless moans leave you and you tighten around him. The feeling of him consumes you and pleasure licks at your skin like fire and you see white when your orgasm hits you. “Kieran,” you cry out, your body melting into the mattress as he continues to fuck you through the pleasure, “oh my god.”

“Fuck,” he groans at the way you flutter around him and how slick you are as he continues to thrust into you, his own orgasm fastly approaching as you come undone beneath him. Your moans and whimpers in his ears make his head foggy and he couldn’t think of anything other than you even if he tried.

You get your breathing under control and try to wrap yourself around him even more as you start to meet the movements of his hips and you let out a small giggle when you feel the rhythm of his thrusts becoming ragged and loose, all of his control slipping through his fingers as he cums in you.

“Fuck!” He groans as his cum fills you to the brim, both of your orgasms mixing together as he starts to pull out of you slowly.

He flops down on the bed with you still clinging to him, both of your panting breaths mixing together in the early morning silence.

“What a way to start your birthday, huh?” You say and grin against the bear skin of his shoulder as he tucks you into his side with the covers being kicked down around your legs. You place your chin on his shoulder and look up at him as he has his eyes closed and breathes like he has just finished a gruelling training session.

“Not too bad,” he laughs and places a kiss to the top of your head with his eyes still closed. You lean up and steal a quick kiss from his lips before twisting away from him to check the time on your phone that was charging on the bedside table.

You groan as the number seven stares back at you and curl into him for just a second more of the comfort that he consistently brings you.

“I have to get up,” you say and close your eyes as he starts to draw mindless doodles on your back.

“Why? They’re not awake yet,” he says as sleep slowly starts to creep back on him.

“I promised Anna that we would make you breakfast and she made me swear I would wake her up at seven.”

He laughs as you talk, the metal image of your four-year-old making you make a pinky promise so that she could help you make him breakfast filling him up with unbridled joy.

“I guess you can’t break a promise,” he laughs and pats your butt as you slowly start to rise from the bed, your big t-shirt falling over your thighs as you make your way to the bathroom for a quick shower so your daughters hopefully wouldn’t notice any traces of sex on you.

Kieran continues to lay in bed, the post orgasm bliss making his eyelids heavy and the sound of you mulling around in the bathroom and the sputters of the shower was the soothing lullaby that finally tucked him under.

He is briefly woken up by you pressing a small kiss to his forehead and your hands rubbing small circles with your thumbs over his cheeks. He holds onto your wrists and keeps you close, the smell of your shampoo is enough to make him dizzy even after all the years you had spent together.

“Please take a shower,” you whisper, your lips brushing his when you give him a small and sticky kiss, “you smell like sex.”

He hums when he presses a final kiss to your lips before he lets go of you so you can go and wake up your daughters, “I wonder why.”

You shake your head and flip him off before leaving the bedroom and quietly making your way down the hallway after closing the bedroom door after you.

Kieran stays laying in bed for a while longer, a smile instantly forming on his face when he hears Anna’s loud voice echoing in the house before it lowers after you shush her and remind her that her daddy is still asleep in the bedroom.

He tries to keep an ear out for any more noise but it seems like you are successfully keeping them quiet in the early morning. He heaves himself up from the bed and treks to the bathroom so that he could get rid of any remaining evidence of both of your orgasms. He lets the warm water hit his back and thinks of you standing downstairs with your small wonders, no doubt having to continually remind Anna, who has inherited his volume, that she should use her inside voice.

He gets dressed in a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt and just lays back on the bed with his phone in his hand when he hears the tell-tale sound of small feet running across the wooden floor. He quickly buries himself under the covers again and closes his eyes when he hears the door open after a bit of fumbling with the door handle.

It’s silent for a few minutes before he hears a loud whisper, “I think he’s asleep mummy!”

He has to press his lips together to suppress the snicker that threatens to leave them as he hears you mumble something followed by small feet carefully making their way over to his side of the bed. He hears Anna come to a standstill in front of him and feels her lean in closer to him with her hands holding the edge of the soft mattress.

He hoots one eye open and is immediately greeted with his eldest daughter's curls and big smile that was copy pasted from your face.

“Daddy!” She shrieks and hops onto the bed and tackles him in a loving hug, her small arms wrapped tightly around his neck. “It’s your birthday daddy!”

“Oh really?” he asks after pressing a kiss to the side of her head and lifts her up with him as he sits up in the bed with his back resting against the headboard.

“Yes,” Anna says and turns her body slightly so she looks over to you where you’re sitting yourself down on you side of the bed with Eloise in your arms, her small tufts of light hair sticking up in every direction while she sucks on the dummy in her mouth, “and we got you presents!”

“No way!” He laughs and squeezes her closer into him which elicits pearls of laughter to fall from her lips. He smiles over at you and Eloise while Anna keeps blabbering on about whatever comes to mind, and he reaches a hand out to your youngest daughter as she slowly starts to stand up on her shaky legs.

She hasn’t quite gotten the hang on walking yet, preferring doing it whenever there was a firm hand for her to hold. She smiles around her dummy as she makes her way over the white covers and tumbles into his open arms and finds her place right next to her sister. 

“Dada,” she smiles and giggles when he presses kisses to her still chubby cheeks, the imprint from her pillow still present on her soft skin.

“Eesy, we have to go show daddy his presents,” Anna says and moves to get out of bed, her hand reaching out to grab her little sister’s and Kieran helps Eloise down from the bed after pressing a final good morning kiss to her wild hair.

Both of you watch them as Anna moves slowly while Eloise does her best at following her with her still unsteady feet.

“Wait by the stairs, banana,” Kieran reminds her and he receives a smile and a nod in response as the two of them disappear out of view into the hallway.

“I hope you like misformed pancakes,” you hum and crawl over the bed to give him another soft kiss as his hand finds the small of your back, “Anna insisted on being the one doing the pouring.”

“They’re my favourite,” he whispers before giving you a final kiss and helps you out of the bed with his waiting hands.

You find your kids waiting patiently at the top of the stairs, waiting for the two of you after an unfortunate tumble down them earlier in the week. Kieran brings Eloise up in his arms as you hold Anna’s hand down the curved staircase.

Anna skips ahead of you and finds her usual place at the dining table, sitting ready with her gleaming eyes while wearing her favourite pink arsenal shirt and her peppa pig night bottoms.

“Oh wow,” Kieran gasps as you enter the kitchen. The table was decked out with gifts and breakfast, the pancakes looking more like blorbs than anything close to a circle. In the middle was a big bouquet of flowers that he recognises from the flower bed that you and Anna keep in the backyard. He curls an arm around your shoulder and brings you into a quick kiss and an insinuated thank you before you leave his side to find your spot next to Anna.

Kieran sets Eloise in her high chair next to his chair before he sits down as well, overwhelmed by the effort his small family has gone through for him.

“This one is from me, daddy!” Anna says and hands him a light purple enveloped with her blocky writing on the front spelling To the best daddy ever with a messy lopsided heart.

He smiles and says a small thank you as you start to put pancakes on the kids’ plates. Anna sits and struggles with her fork and knife, the pancake getting cut up into jagged pieces while you cut Eloise’s into small pieces and put them on the plastic for her to go to town.

Inside the envelope is a picture of your small family. He stands in the middle with one of his hands holding who he presumes is Anna’s hand. His other hand is holding yours while you have Eloise in your other arm. The dog, who is unbothered by the tranquilent celebrations and lays in his bed in the living room, is also there with big ears and a bone by his side. There was a football on the grass by Kieran’s feet and flowers around you and Anna and he already knew that the drawing would be put up on the fridge, never to be taken down.

“Thank you banana,” he smiles and she smiles back with her cheeks full of pancakes while Eloise bangs her hands on the plastic table of her high chair. 

“And the flowers are from me and Eesy,” she says after having swallowed her food, “mummy helped us pick them.”

“They’re almost as beautiful as all my girls,” Kieran says as he starts to cut up his own pancakes while Anna laughs at his comment while you just shake your head with a small smile on your pink lips.

“You’re silly daddy,” Anna laughs before stuffing another big piece of pancake into her mouth while Eloise copies her big sister with a self satisfied grin at how big the piece was she could stuff in there.

“No, you’re silly,” he says after taking a sip of his juice you had graciously poured him.

“You’re both silly,” you tease before cutting another pancake up for Eloise to devour along with her sippy cup filled with milk.

Anna continues to laugh, her joyous mood in the early morning the most infectious thing in the world while Eloise starts to join in despite not knowing what’s going on.

“What are we gonna do today then?” Kieran asks after a few moments of silent eating, the sunlight filtering through the windows and landing perfectly on the three most important people in his life.

“The beach!” Anna shouts but quickly covers her mouth with her hands when you shoot her a small glare due to her volume. “Sorry mummy.”

“It’s okay, honey,” you say and hand her another pancake and some strawberries, “I think the forecast promises sun all day.”

“I wouldn’t mind a beach birthday.” Kieran hums and lifts Eloise out of her seat when she starts to get fuzzy. She stands with her chubby feet planted firmly on his thighs while he holds both of her hands and bounces her up and down softly.

“Mummy, can I please wear my new sandals then? Please?”

As Anna continues to talk and describe all the pretty rocks she wants to find along with the mixed laughter of you and Eloise, Kieran couldn’t stop the smile from forming on his lips as the sun continued to put all of you in its spotlight.

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Amnesia - Kieran Tierney x Reader

Kieran Tierney x female!reader

Requested? Yes/No

Anon: If you take requests, can you do one with KT or anyone you like, where the reader is a rival team's player sister (maybe Andy) and after a big game she gets into a fight with both her brother and boyfriend. Her brother feels as if she is neglecting him because of her bf an vice versa. Maybe after that she is nowhere to be found for a few days. They find out she got into an accident and now has amnesia. Maybe her brother and bf now have to put a side their difference to help her get her memory.

Sorry if it was too much or too dramatic 😅. I love you writing 💜.

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing

AN: You can never have too much drama darling ;) Think I might make a Part 2 for the healing process ;)

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Growing up being the little sister of Andy Robertson was interesting to say the least. When you were born he was immediately protective over you and that never changed. When he started to play football you would always go and support him in his games, you basically became his shadow, cheering him on from the side-lines no matter where he was in the world. Andy done the same for you but rather than cheering you on at a football match he just loomed over you in every aspect in life, making sure you were always safe and no one got too close, especially a man.

No matter how protective he was over you he still wasn’t able to hide you away from his teammate Kieran Tierney. You’d gone to support Andy during one of the Scotland games when you met the former Celtic Captain. Kieran fell hard and he fell hard rather fast. Andy and Kieran already battled it out for the title of the best Scottish left-back but now the pair of them were battling it out in the Premier league. 

Kieran had joined Arsenal, one of the big six teams and Andy had joined Liverpool who also happened to be apart of the big six. Sure Arsenal and Liverpool weren’t rivals like Arsenal and Spurs were but both teams could put up a big fight when they needed to, especially in the way of a trophy. The pair were set to play in the Carabao Cup to decide the finalists. 

You lived in Liverpool with Andy but right now you were with Kieran in London. You’d stayed at his for the majority of the week, traveling back that morning so you could spend it with Andy before the game started. 

“It’s a long journey there.” Kieran spoke up as he made the two of you breakfast. “You could just wait with me and we could go up together.” 

“I promised Andy I’d see him this morning.” You pouted, your eyes scanning over his body. “I wish I didn’t though.”

Kieran smirked at your words. “Prefer this left-back over him?” 

“By miles but don’t tell him that, he hates you as it is.”

“He’s not that bad.” 

“You haven’t seem him when I mention you in conversation.”

“He’s just a protective brother.” Kieran handed you a drink. “Although he can be a prick.”

“He needs to understand that I’m not a child anymore and you aren’t the wanker he thinks you are.”

“Glad you think so.” He winked, leaning down to plant a kiss on your cheek. “I bought you some snacks for the journey home and a few drinks, wasn’t sure what you wanted so I got you quite a few but hey at least that means they’ll last and maybe you won’t need to travel back home much longer…”

You scrunched your face in confusion at his words. “What’s that supposed to mean? You wouldn’t leave Arsenal for Liverpool, you wouldn’t even go to City when Arsenal had their worst ever season in one hundred years.”

He let out a light laugh before stepping closer to you. “I’m not leaving Arsenal anytime soon… I just wanted to know if you wanted to move in with me? Here in London, I’ve wanted to move from this place for a while and if you wanted to move in would you want to start looking for a new place together?” His eyes were full of hope as he searched your ones. 

“I’d love to move in with you Kieran.” Kieran cupped your cheeks with a smile, pulling you into him. You smiled as he kissed you, his hands wrapping around your waist. His grip tightened on you as he deepened the kiss, completely unaware that he was burning the food behind him. “Kieran…” You muttered against his lips.

“Hmm?” He muttered back. 

“You’re burning the food.”

“What?” He pulled back suddenly. You pointed to the pan behind him. “You’re burning the food.”

“Shit!” He spun around and grabbed the pan off the heat before running to the backdoor to let some air in before the smoke alarm went off. You laughed at the Scot's flustered state. 

“I just hope you don’t burn down our new place.”

“God I love the way you say ‘our place’.” He smirked. “Just as long as you let me display my Celtic shirts.” 

“In certain places yes.” You smiled as he came back over, placing another kiss on your lips before you both ate. 

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The journey back to Liverpool wasn’t too bad, especially as you knew that soon enough you wouldn’t be doing this journey anymore but it wasn’t all sunshine and happiness. You still had tell Andy that you’d be moving in with Kieran and you knew that wouldn’t go down well. You’d never missed one of Andy’s games and now if you moved in with Kieran you certainly would. You’d be at the Emirates more than you’d be at Anfield. 

“I’m back!” You called out to Andy as you unlocked the door. 

“Nice to finally see you.” He replied, putting together his bag for the game. “How was your week away?”

“Yeah nice.” You smiled. 

“And him?”

“Yeah, Kieran is okay.” You nodded, evidently worried to tell Andy the news. “Andy?”

“Hmm?”

“He asked me to move in with him -” He snapped his head up the moment you spoke. 

“He did what?” He almost yelled. “You said no right?”

“I said yes, why wouldn’t I say yes?”

“Because you live here! With me! Where I know you’re safe!” He spat. “What would Mum think -”

“She’d want me to live with him, Andy we’ve been dating for years now -”

“And? I don’t care he’s a prick!”

“No, he’s not! Maybe if you just set some time aside and actually got to know him for your own sister's sake maybe you’d understand how nice he is!”

“I already know him!”

“No, you know him on the football pitch not behind closed doors. The only time you’ve ever spent with him is when he’s been staying around here and family events like my birthday and even then you don’t speak to him!”

“Because he’s a prick, he doesn’t deserve to date my sister -”

“Oh really?” You stepped forward, your voice raised. “So if he clearly doesn’t fit your standards then who does? Hmm? Trent maybe? Would you prefer me to date him? Because Andy Kieran has never made me cry, he’d always made me feel like I’m worth it, and he’s never given me a reason to worry if he goes out to clubs. He makes me feel like I am the only woman he’s ever laid eyes on and you don’t think he’s good enough? What do you think Trent could treat me like this? Or maybe Henderson?”

Andy didn’t say a word, looking at you like he wanted to say something but stayed silent. “I’ll meet you in the car.” You turned on your heel and stormed out of the door, waiting for him to join you so the pair of you could go to the game. 

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The entire journey was so silent. Neither of you said a word as you parked the car, putting your pass on around your neck. You grabbed your phone, texting Kieran as you opened the door, Andy following. 

“Good luck.” You spoke in an emotionless tone as you headed off to his box. 

“We both know you want Arsenal to win it.” He spat back. 

“After your comments,” You looked straight at him. “I hope Kieran manages to get a goal and I hope it’s the only goal of the night.” You stormed off leaving Andy to think about what you’d said. 

He’d fucked up and he knew it. 

As you were heading off to Andy’s box, saying hello to the other player's family members as you got a text. 

Kieran: I’m just outside the changing rooms, you free to come down? X

You: Yeah sure I’ll be there in five x

Kieran: See you soon beautiful x

Smiling you headed downstairs to see him. He’d just got in from the warm-up, dressed in Arsenal's third kit as he waited to get onto the pitch. You loved the way he looked in it, the shirt clinging onto his muscles as he moved. “There she is.” He smiled as you fell into his arms, taking in his scent. You held onto his body a little longer that normal, a small thing which told Kieran that something was wrong. “Was wrong love?”

Taking a deep breath you knew you had to tell him. “Andy and I had an argument. Even when I wished him good luck he still acted like a twat. Normally he lets it go by the time we’ve arrived but not this time.”

“Was it about you moving in with me?”

“Yes…” Kieran watched as your expression fell. “I don’t care what he thinks, I want to move in with you.”

“Good.” He pecked your lips. “Because I may have started looking at places already… we can always get a dog too…” He smirked before his expression went serious again. “Don’t worry about Andy, I’ll pull him aside and have a word.”

“OI!” A strong Scottish accent grabbed both yours and Kieran’s attention. 

“It looks like you can have that conversation now…” You looked back at Andy who was storming over to you both. 

“What are you doing down here? You’re supposed to be in my box!”

“I’m aware.” You stared your brother down. 

“What’s he asked you to marry him now? Next thing you know he’ll take that offer from Real Madrid and whisk you away to another country! And before you know it he’ll get you pregnant so he’ll always be in your life!”

“I’m not going to Real Madrid I’m staying at Arsenal.” Kieran spat. 

“Didn’t deny the rest!” Andy stepped forward causing Kieran to grab your hips to guide you to stand behind him. 

“Let's not do this here,” Kieran warned. “We’ll talk about this after the game -”

“No let's talk now!” 

“Andy!” You snapped. “Just fucking stop it!”

“Why fucking should I? y/n you are my sister it’s my job to look after you, the only family I have here is you!”

“Doesn’t mean you should control her fucking life!” Kieran jumped in. “I love your sister and I would do anything for that woman. She hardly spends time with me because of you! I’m not here to steal her away from you, I want her in my life and that means her moving in with me, maybe if you actually gave a shit about her you’d be supportive rather than a dick!” 

Andy stepped closer, grabbing Kieran’s collar which caught the attention of a few other players who were starting to line up in the tunnel. Ben jumped forward, grabbing Kieran who by now had raised his fist and started swearing and screaming at your brother. Martin came to his aid, helping pry Kieran away from the scene. 

You wanted to leave immediately, the pair of them both acting like children although Andy did start it. You stormed off, leaving the two of them to deal with it themselves. 

“y/n!” Kieran and Andy both called after you. 

“Fuck off!” You screamed back. You didn’t care for the game name, storming out of the ground and getting into your car. Andy could find his own way back, he had enough money for an uber home. You let the tears flow as you drove away, all you wanted was your brother and boyfriend to get along. You wanted them to get along like family, evidently that wasn’t the case. 

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The game had ended 0-0, Arsenal had defended and held Liverpool off with only ten men after Xhaka was sent off early on into the game. Andy sprinted up to his box, he’d played rough during that game, earning him a yellow card and he knew he was only like that because of what had happened earlier. However when he went into his box and saw you weren’t there his heart dropped. 

Not wasting a second he darted off downstairs to the Arsenal changing rooms, flinging the door open to find Kieran sat alongside Ben. “Where is she?”

“What?”

“y/n,” Andy was no longer pissed, he was worried. “Where is she?”

“I thought she went to your box.”

“She’s not there.”

Kieran started to catch on to Andy’s worry. “Relax she’s probably just at home -”

“Can you call her? She’ll answer you over me.” Kieran nodded, taking out his phone and dialling your number only to get no answer. “Nothing…”

“Fuck…” Andy muttered. “Try again?”

“I am, she’s not answering.” He turned to Ben. “If I give you her number will you try?”

“Course I will.” Ben now tried to call you yet you never answered. “No she’s not answering. I’ll text and ask if she’s okay.” 

After a while neither of them get a reply, now even Kieran was worrying. Especially after Andy checked the security footage and realised you hadn’t come home. Even a few of the Arsenal boys had started to worry and that worry only escalated when Andy got a call from a local hospital telling him that you had been admitted after an accident. 

Trent drove Kieran and Andy to the hospital staying with the pair of them at all times so they didn’t argue. You’d been driving and someone had gone just a little too fast and hit you with such force your car flipped. Kieran ran straight over to you, holding your hand as the machines beeped and you slept. He pulled a chair up as he brought your hand up to his lips. 

Trent and Andy watched the entire thing go down. Both Kieran and Andy had tears in their eyes. The nurse suddenly came in, looking between the three lads. “Which one of you is her brother?”

“That’s me.” Andy stepped forward. “Will she be okay?”

“Who are these two?” 

“Uhh he drove us and he’s her boyfriend.” 

“Are you happy for them to hear this?”

“Yes, please just tell me is she okay?”

“She will be, she’d had some nasty head trauma but she’ll be okay however there is a small problem, it seems as if she has some memory loss, amnesia as we call it. It is possible for her to get it back.”

“And that’s a little problem?” Kieran spoke up. “Christ I’d hate to think what a big one is.”

“How can we help her?” Trent asked. 

“If there’s items she loves bring them in, it’ll help her, family and friends around her.”

“We can do that.” Trent looked over to Andy. “Can’t we?” 

Andy looked over to Kieran before turning back to his teammate. “Yes we can.”

“I’ll leave you three to it, someone will be in soon.” The woman left, leaving the three of them on their own with you. 

“I’ll be back too.” Trent nodded at Andy as he followed suit. Now it was just him and Kieran in the room alone. 

“Do you love her?” Andy asked, grabbing Kieran's attention. 

“Of course I do mate.” Kieran held your hand in his. “I’d do anything for her.”

“And you’ll do anything to keep her safe? And I mean anything -”

“Why wouldn’t I? She means everything to me. I would never do something to fuck her over or upset her in anyway.”

Andy held his hand out for Kieran to shake. “That’s all I needed to hear.” Kieran shook his hand, giving him a small smile. “I’m sorry for what I said and everything on top.”

“Andy mate at this point I don’t care about what happened with us I just want her to be okay.”

In that moment Andy knew that he could trust Kieran, the pair of them needed to put their differences aside to make sure you were okay. If Kieran could forgive him them hopefully you could. 

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Flashback Friday #36

Welcome back to the weekly edition of Flashback Friday. Here’s this week’s five blasts from the past😉 Happy reading! 😊 #1 Who: Virgil van Dijk Prompt: "You're such a softie." Link: click here #2 Who: Kieran Tierney & Andy Robertson Request: roommates for the Scottish NT Link: click here #3 Who: Jordan Henderson Request: breaking up a fight between two teammates. Link: click here #4 Who: Jack Grealish Prompt: "Un-fucking-believable." Link: click here #5 Who: Mason Mount Prompt: "Now what would make you say that?" Link: click here

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Since we’re talking about him, will you do more kt insta files? No pressure ofc❤️❤️

YUH here so sweet family fluff xx

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kierantierney Merry Christmas from tiny tierney!

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ynyln 😩😩😩my baby she’s so precious

aaronramsdale can tiny tierney come to christmas training??

↳ ben_white6 please

↳ ynyln i’m bringing her tmrw dw boys x

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ynyln my beautiful little familia ❤️nothing in the world better than this x

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kierantierney Little Ella bella Tierney and the perfect newly Mrs Tierney

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georginamay_ oh shes the best mumma in the woooorld!! ynyln how do you do it girl, you’re freaking stunning

↳ ynyln i love u so much <333

millie_adams i want one ben_white6

↳ aaronramsdale A baby or (y/n)

↳ millie_adams both.

↳ ben_white6 I’ll see what i can do for both🙄

ynyln i love you both so so so much

yntierney with kierantierney

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yntierney secret beach wedding, a name change and a holiday <33 ps thought a insta handle was due x

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yourbestfriend congratulations baby!!! so happy to see u so happy my lover

andyrobertson94 ❤️❤️Congrats guys!

billygilmourrr Congrats mate! Much love you two

granitxhaka Congratulations brother! Beautiful pictures (y/n), Layena can’t wait to see Ella soon ❤️

leonita.x Beautiful pictures (y/n), such s beautiful family x

bukayosaka ❤️❤️❤️❤️🎉

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blurb hour if i’m not too late - arguing with kt about where to go for a date so u both decide not to go but then he surprises u with a cute home date with a movie and ur fave takeaway x

"Where do you want to go?" he asked you. "Wherever" you shrugged. "Oh don't sound to interested" he scoffed. "Excuse me, I just said wherever. I wasn't bothered" you snapped at him. "Guess that means no date night" he asked. "Okay cool" you bluntly replied. Kieran went off upstairs, being awfully quiet which was unlike him. You on the other hand were relaxing on the sofa. The doorbell went, just as you got up to go and see who was there, when Kieran jumped and got there before you. "Surprise" he grinned as he pulled out a big bag of food. "Takeaway" you eyes lit up with joy as he revealed he ordered you both a takeaway. "I thought why not have date night at home, seeing as we can't decide" you smiled and nodded. "I like that, thank you. Sorry for snapping at you. I just have cramps and well, yeah you know" you shrugged. "Sorry you are feeling rough darling. Why not eat this and have cuddles on the sofa with a movie" you nodded as he passed you a plate. "Thank you, the perfect evening in my eyes" you smiled as you cuddled under a blanket eating your food, watching your favourite movies together.

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i will never stop taking about kieran tierney and how down to earth he is, he is just a walking angel and you can’t tell me different

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[kierantierney3]

Masterlist

I created a new masterlist so you may need to bare with me for a bit with it.

Ruben Loftus Cheek

Alejandro Garnacho

Kieran Tierney

Ben Pavard

Pedri

Gavi

Ruben Dias

Ben Chilwell

Martin Ødegaard

Jadon Sancho

Kai Havertz

Gabriel Martinelli

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Trent Alexander Arnold

Virgil Van Dijk

Mason Mount

#football #arsenal #football imagine #football imagines #footballers #footballer #football x reader #premier league #kieran tierney #instagram au #alejandro garnacho imagine #virgil van dijk imagine #ben chilwell x reader #chelsea football imagines #footballer x reader #football fanfic #kai havertz imagines #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagines #joao felix imagines #jude bellingham real madrid #jude bellingham instagram au #gabriel martinelli imagine #jadon sancho imagine #ruben dias x reader #martin ødegaard x reader #martin ødegaard imagines #gavi x you #pedri blurb #pedri one shot

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VI.

Oh how I miss her! (feat. Andy Robertson)

Lil cheeky request from @yellowkitkieran because sometimes we all need someone else hold down the fort and write about our fave people for us so we don't have to. Kieran at Scotland camp, missing his girlfriend so bad he decides to get a 2nd opinion from a teammate about how to woo a girl. Cute and sweet.

Hope you are all enjoying int break!

Word Count: 2.2k

Days on international break have become mundane and repetitive to say the least, the weather of somehow always cold and rainy Scotland making the days seem grimmer. Kieran used to yearn for international break, the chance to play for his country and wear the crest above his heart being his favourite time of year. But this time it's different. This time he had to leave you behind and travel back up north. His heart had almost broken and shattered when he had to get out of your comfortable and warm bed to say goodbye, painfully aware that you would be out of his reach for so long. He had however not expected missing you to be this hard and painstaking. He did not account for that worry that you have somehow forgotten him would cloud his mind once in a while, even though you texted at any chance. He had also not accounted for the fact that not being able to spoil you would somehow make him feel less worthy of your time.

The man has spent the last three hours pacing his room trying to figure out how to make you feel loved and appreciated. He knows you are not the type for grand gestures like hiring a skywriter or a limousine that would take you to Scotland, although the thought has crossed his mind. He also doesn't  want it to come off as a second thought like sending you a balloon that said I love you. It was too early for that and somehow also too late for that. 

Kieran has always insisted that his one true love is the beautiful game of football. Ever since he was a wee lad his life has revolved around the ball at his feet. No matter what was happening around the man, whether it be teenage breakups or moves across the country to follow his dream, to a place where he has no friends, football had been the one constant in his life. But now after you have come into his life everything has changed and been tossed upside down.

No matter how he tries to wrap his head around the issue and live up to his own expectations, somehow none of the ideas in his mind seem to measure up to what he thinks you deserve. 

—-

And so here he is, standing at the door bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet. He stretches the sweaty fingers from the fist they have been the whole way here, trying to calm down. The man tries to stretch his neck, to hopefully get rid of the cramp that has formed between his shoulder blades. He's never been stressed to talk to any of his teammates, let alone Andy. But somehow he is thrown back in time, back to being a child about to ask one of the older kids if he can join their football game after class. Kieran considers giving up and retreating to his room and spending another five hours trying to find a way to swoon you. 

But it's too late, because the door is swinging open and he is met by the warm brown eyes of his captain.

“Kieran!” the older man sounds excited, the surprise evident on his face. 

Kieran doesn't reply, suddenly a knot is stuck in his throat, all the colour drained from his face. 

“Are you okay?” Andy's eyes fill for worry and honestly it almost makes the Kieran cry. Andy's eyes have always given away every ounce of his emotion he's feeling and now seeing himself be the reason for those same usually gleeful eyes to be full of pain and sadness and worry makes him want to scream into a pillow.

“Yeah I'm okay.” Kieran almost doesn't recognize his voice from how strained it sounds. 

Andy doesn't reply.

“I-” Kieran stammers “I- Can I come in?”

“Yes, of course,” Andy replies instantly, stepping aside so Kieran can walk into the room. “You are not making my worry less however.”

“Now tell me, what's wrong?” Andy asks Kieran, who stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, feeling the burning gaze of his friend on him. “Kieran? Sit! You are stressing me out!”

“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” The younger scrambles to plop down on the end of the bed. Andy sits down on one of the chairs in the corner of the room. 

An awkward silence falls between the pair, the only sound is Kieran awkwardly and rather desperately running his hands up and down his thighs in an attempt to dry his hands over his pants.

“Kieran!” Andy is the first to break the silence, his voice dripping with urgency.

“I shouldn't have come here,” the younger groans. 

“I'm worried about you and I won't let you leave. You look absolutely distraught, dripping with sweat and pale as a ghost…” Andy raies an eyebrow, “and that's coming from me!”

Kieran cracks a smile letting out a heavy breath. “I need advice” he finally let's out.

“Oh God if you need me to check a spot that may be a std-” Andy exclaims, rubbing his hand over his face. 

“Ew no! Is that something that happens?” Kieran looks at him startled. 

“Oh thank God! You would be surprised and slightly concerned if you knew how often.” A heavy sigh of relief tumbles out of Andy's chest.

  “Who?” Kieran cracks a half smile.

“Did you come here to gossip or?” Andy laughs lightly, an undertone of authority still evident beneath the playful exterior. 

“Okay okay.” Kieran rubs his temple in defeat.

“Well?” 

“Okay so…” Kieran begins and pauses.

“Okay so?” Andy repeats as if to encourage Kieran to talk.

“Okay so… I miss my girlfriend.” Kieran pauses waiting for Andy to laugh, but no sounds follow, instead Andy watches him with genuine kindness and almost love in his eyes. 

So Kieran continues, “Like, it's new and I know it's silly but she's so different from anyone before. Like usually I love being here, but right now there is nowhere else I'd rather be than on her couch watching one of her stupid shows and laughing about the people on the screen or walking around London trying to find the best kebab in the whole city or trail behind her as she explores every inch of the museum, observing her never ending curiosity to learn new things in real life. Fuck I'd even gladly sit shoulder to shoulder with her on the stuffy train, just cause she needs to try a specific doughnut flavour on the other end of the city just to find out they had a store around the corner from her apartment a few days later. As long as she's next to me. Like how the hell have I fallen this bad for someone in a few months…”

He looks at Andy through his lashes, a helpless look in his eyes.

“I get you,” Andy says without much thought. The earnest look in the older's eyes almost shocks the younger, but then Kieran realises that Andy and him may not be in such different situations. It's the way Andy looks beyond Kieran's shoulder, his gaze searching for someone or something. Kieran thinks about how he's seen Andy and his wife embrace whenever they have games, how the older looks at the woman and how she looks at him. Like they are each other's light in the dark, he thinks about how Andy always sneaks off away from the other lads to call home and wish her goodnight, to read bedtime stories. Kieran thinks back to how he's never seen his captain more happy than when his son runs into his arms at games. 

Andy might not have a hot, sexy girlfriend that makes his head spin and butterflies erupt in his stomach, but he has a family. He has a wife that loves him through all the highs and lows, someone he's withstood the trials of time with. Andy has something Kieran wishes he would have with you in a few years. 

“So what can I help you with?” The curiosity in Andy's voice brings Kieran out of his little daydream. The suddenness of reality makes his cheeks sting and burn. 

“I'm not sure she knows how important she is to me,” he croaks.

“Now that I doubt. I'm sure she knows how important to you she is.” Andy softens his voice, mistakenly thinking Kieran is here looking for comfort. The slight unintended pity makes Kieran want to crawl into the ground never to be seen again.

“No! It's not that!” the words fall from his mouth like a waterfall, harsh and messy. His hands grow sweaty and shame fills his eyes. This was a mistake.

Andy straightens up, clearly slightly taken aback by the younger's outburst. The older's face is contorted in concentration, searching for an answer without having to ask. He must have noticed the panic in the eyes of Kieran.

“I wanted to ask for advice on how to make her feel special… Like you have a wife, you know these things.” He scratches the back of his neck, each word making him internally cringe and retract.

“Oh?” At first it sounds like a hiccup but based on the expression on the other man's face Kieran deduces that it was Andy who was left surprised. 

“Do you think,” Kieran is suddenly overly aware of everything around the two of them, “you might have any advice?”

“I can try.” Andy laughs, the sound making Kieran feel more safe and relaxed instantly, “Does she like flowers?”

“Uh I think she does,” Kieran says unsure of himself.

“What's her favourite flower?” Andy asks, leaning forward, waiting for an answer.

Kieran doesn't reply at first. He closes his eyes replaying every moment of the two of you together, trying to remember you mentioning flowers or plants. With each passing second his heart beats faster, his skin becoming moist again and worry creeps up his spine inch by excruciating inch.

“I don't know." Kieran's voice sounds pained and small and full of shame. His eyes are now lined by tears. 

“It's okay,” Andy says softly. “It's still early in the relationship. Maybe you just forgot at the moment. How about we go off what flowers remind you of her?”

Kieran nods.

“How about roses?” Andy offers.

“She's not basic like a rose,” Kieran instantly retorts.

“Okay no roses.” Andy nods, mentally noting down the comment, “I'll know not to get you roses too.”

The comment makes Kieran ease up again, to relax back onto the bed.

“What about lilies?” Andy asks again.

“Too posh.”

“Daisies?” “Not special enough.”

“Irisis?”

“No…” Kieran feels frustration creep into his mind at coming off so difficult when it's just flowers. It would have been so much easier if he had just known what your favourite flower is.

“What about peonies? They are very beautiful and I think those are special.”

Kieran shakes his head, eyes filling with tears again and his lip quivering. There has to be a million types of flowers in the world and none of them seem to hit the mark. 

“Okay no peonies.” Andy nods “How about you tell me what she reminds you of? Maybe then we will know what flower to look for?”

“She's like the sun. She makes every day worth waking up to and she brightens my world. Until I met her everything seemed to just be chaos but now I feel like she's pulled me into her orbit and now we revolve around each other. Like it's not been so long since we started dating but all I think about is her and I know I sound crazy and whatever but something about her just pulls me in and I can't explain it.” Kieran's face lights up as he talks about you. 

“You really like this girl huh?” Andy's smile illuminates his eyes.  

“Yeah.” Kieran feels himself blush.

“You should get her sunflowers,” Andy says,  “they are pretty and special and have the name sun in them.”

Sunflowers! Sunflowers are perfect! You took Kieran on your first date to the art museum to see an exhibit about Vincent Van Gogh and you spent hours telling him about how much you loved his art, especially the painting of sunflowers. You were wearing a lingerie set with tiny embroidered sunflowers the first time the two of you were intimate. 

“I should send Rachel some peonies,” Andy wonders to no one in particular. “It's been ages since I sent her flowers just for fun.”

Kieran smiles at the older.

“You want some company at the flower store tomorrow?” Andy asks Kieran. “I'm sure they will let us sneak out for a few hours.”

“I'd love nothing more,” Kieran grins at his friend.

As Kieran and Andy stand at the door Kieran hugs him tightly.

“Thank you so much Andy ” his voice is muffled against his friend's shoulder.

“Any time,” Andy chuckles. “I'm here to help you on and off pitch after all.”

#football fanfic #football imagine #footballer x reader #footballer x you #premier league #arsenal fc #kieran tierney #scotland national team #scotland nt #Scottish nt #andy robertson #lfc

[yellowkitkieran]

Stream (Kieran Tierney)

Masterlist

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: NSFW! Kieran is recruited for a PGA 2k23 stream, but you make the most of his distraction.

"Darlin I really do need to record this stream."

"That's fine love, I'll just sit with you." You offer Kieran a smile, settling in his lap. Kieran can not resist when your arms loop around his neck. He leans forward to kiss you, hands settled on your hips. 

"Gonna sit right there are ye? Distract me the whole time?"

"Well that's sort of my plan… you don't mind do you? It's just that you leave this week for international duty and I won't see you for days." You shift purposefully, hiding your smirk when Kieran's throat bobs. Your boyfriend is far too easy to get worked up. 

"I dinnae mind darlin, you can sit with me. Just behave alright?" When you nod, Kieran rewards you with a peck on your lips. It does nothing to satisfy the beast that brews beneath your skin, aching for Kieran in the most instinctual way. 

Kieran pops his headphones on and pulls up his stream, chatting with the streamer whilst the course loads. 

"Alright let's get into it," Kieran says. You're enamored with the way his lips move. Caught as you are by the reflection of the screen in his eyes, you barely notice his hands leave your hips in favor of grabbing his controller. 

"Nah I've actually never played this course before! I'm excited, I'm hoping I can make it through all eighteen holes!" 

Your smile mirrors Kieran's when he laughs at something only he hears in his headset. Turning your head, you plant a kiss on Kieran's jaw. A muscle ticks under your lips, evidence of the fact that he enjoys it. 

When you sat on Kieran's lap and promised to behave, you had no intention of keeping that promise. He deserves some sort of punishment for his upcoming absence; leaving you to take care of yourself for a week, without so much as a cuddle at night? Nae, that's not on- you'll make up for it now rather than later. 

Your lips continue a path down the side of Kieran's neck. "Damn," Kieran mumbles, covering it up by clearing his throat. You smile against him, "nae sorry mate just the dog busting through the door- all good keep on!"

Properly straddling Kieran's hips now, you lick a stripe up his throat. He speaks as you do so, his words vibrating under your tongue. Kieran's hand lands flat on your thigh then, his warning squeeze hard enough to leave circular bruises behind. 

"Ah great shot, perfect- ahhh-" 

Kieran bites his lip when you roll your hips over him, his length hard beneath you. Even with the layers of fabric separating you, his arousal is enough to set you off. You rake your nails down Kieran's covered chest, the navy fabric of his shirt bunching. 

Kieran's next laugh is strained, "I could hear ya blowin' to try an get it off the green!" Your eyes flash up to meet Kieran's. His deep brown gaze holds a firm warning, trying to scare you off from where he knows your thoughts have wandered. 

But oh, at this point? There isn't a force in the world that can stop you. 

Kieran covers his mic when you slowly begin to slide off of his lap. "Don't- dinnae even think about it darlin-" his eyes snap back to the game, his hand lifting off the mic as he laughs. You're only privy to his half of the conversation but you have no interest in the other end. 

Gently pulling Kieran's shirt up a few inches, you blow a cool breath over his abdomen. The thin, short hairs leading beneath his waistband ripple. Your mouth waters when his length twitches in his shorts, practically begging to be in your mouth. 

Fingers curled in his waistband, you lean forward to place feather light kisses along the exposed skin. Torturing your boyfriend is one of your many specialties. Kieran adjusts how he's sitting, taking him out of your reach. When you glare up at him, you find him already looking at you in much the same manner. 

Kieran shakes his head at the same time he says, "ahh not much hope- it's not looking good. You have to play a bad hole soon though, you've not played one in a while."

Stop, Kieran mouths silently. You whine, trying to persuade him with your slightly pouted lip and soft, pleading eyes. You arch your back a touch for good measure, Kieran's eyes drifting to your cleavage. Did you pick a tight, cropped red top on purpose? Possibly. Maybe Kieran just likes to keep his house sweltering hot. 

Kieran tips his head back and sighs. "Nah mate that shot was excellent- I cannae imagine that not working out for you. Go for it then." Kieran meets your eyes when he says the last bit. Something inside you snaps and suddenly you cannot wait another second. 

Kieran's cock is in your mouth seconds later, taking him wholly by surprise. He shouts wordlessly, laughing straight after to offset the outburst. You grin around him, using your tongue to stroke a few inches of his considerable length whilst keeping your nose pressed to his pelvis. You focus on your breathing, keeping a rhythm whilst you fight off your gag reflex. Once you're positive you've got it under control, you begin to bob your head. 

"Ah- ah! Mate look at that!" When Kieran laughs, his abdomen contracts. The taste of him fills your mouth as he leaks precum onto your tongue. You miss it already and he's still heavy in your mouth. How are you meant to survive a week without tasting him? 

A low groan spills past Kieran's tight lips. You grin around him, glad to have broken his facade even momentarily. "Nah mate that was all luck- you couldn't do that twice!"

Your light hum sends vibrations straight through Kieran. His plush, pink lips part in a silent moan. Glassy, fucked out eyes meet yours, the hand holding the controller dipping as his other lands square on the back of your head. His attention is there and gone, the Scotsman already refocused on his game before you can break for air. 

Kieran exhales a heavy breath from his nose. By now he's normally moaning your name, feverishly tugging at your hair. You yearn to feel him pushing you further onto him, forcing you to take more of his length. You want to choke on him, be forced to take more of him than you can handle. For now this is enough to tide you over, despite the ache between your legs. 

"Nah keep going, keep going- ahhh mate just short!" Kierans hips buck in search of your warm, wet mouth. You're happy to let him flounder, enjoying his growing desperation until your name tumbles from his lips. 

He realizes it a moment too late, a blush tinting his cheeks when he's called out on it. "Yeah sorry she's just come home- nae we can continue! No worries mate!"

Please, Kieran mouths, taking advantage of a pause in the game to guide his shaft to your closed mouth. Open. 

So you do. You hollow your cheeks around him, desperate to lose yourself in his taste. You meet no protests from the man above you when you plant your hands on his thighs for leverage, bobbing your head with reckless abandon. You're careful to keep yourself quiet, though you crave the wet sounds that normally accompany sucking Kieran off. 

"Right there, right there little more-" 

You take the last inches of Kieran, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you close your eyes. When you hollow your cheeks, Kieran's thighs go rigid, his breath catches in his throat, and his jaw hangs open as he releases. Thick, hot ropes of come fill your mouth. You swallow all of it, not allowing a single drop to slip past your lips as you suck him dry. 

Soft, tender kisses on Kieran's thighs are the aftercare you offer him. You're not sure if he's winning or losing his virtual golf game, but you're positive that he doesn't care. Kieran covers his mic when you come up to kiss him, tasting himself on your tongue. 

"Love you," you whisper against his mouth. 

"Love you," Kieran echoes, the promise of sweet retribution hanging in the air when he nips at your lip. 

#kieran tierney fantasy #kieran tierney fanfic #kieran tierney #kieran tierney imagine #kieran tierney fic #kieran tierney smut #kieran tierney fanfiction #kieran tierney oneshot #arsenal fc #jac writes #forbidden fruit

[oh-saints]

CONCERT

the viking blood in kieran tierney made him well-feared on the pitch but he’s a different kind of beast when vivianne’s safety is at risk.

kieran tierney x neighbour!OC

word count: 4.9k

tw: graphic desc of sexual harassment, violence

note: kieran’s game face, especially one where he’s so ready to fight and tackle everyone not wearing arsenal shirts, always SENDS ME and in commemoration of his two fantastic performances this week, here’s some celebration!

“next time your friend’s playing in town, tell him to choose a pedestrian-friendly place.”

kieran laughed at vivianne’s protest, still smiling as he rolled down his window to flash his all access card to the nearest security guard. the burly guy nodded in acknowledgement at him before letting his car enter the private parking lot.

despite his recent frustration towards the woman for being to innocent tocatching the signals he’d been throwing her way, he could say the same innocence was the very reason he couldn’t stay far away from her.

as a newcomer to the london scene, she only set her mind on getting a relatively cheap place to stay without knowing how far the commute she had to endure every day from st albans to central london. now that she had ended up as kieran’s clumsy neighbour since then, the footballer often times offered her a lift home whenever he was in town, not wanting anything to happen to the poor girl in the almost two-hour journey by public transportation, in exchange of a homecooked dinner once a week at her choice.

(well, in kieran’s words was offering but rob holding might beg to differ as kieran came up with the most ridiculous reasons to go downtown whenever he was free of schedule.)

the same ride home led the two of them to bond over their mutual love of gerry cinnamon’s music. the first time they did that was probably the first time kieran changed his mind about her. no longer was she the girl next door who accidentally burned down her balcony fence, she impressed him immensely by remembering every line of the scottish musician’s songs to date, even though she hailed from somewhere far away from the UK. no girl kieran encountered had rarely ever appreciated his friend’s music, not even his ex-girlfriend who was a fellow scott.

so to show his appreciation, he planned tonight for her.

although she claimed to be a big fan, it was a wonder why she had yet to notice the standing banners and every other attribute that screamed gerry cinnamon’s concert along the road leading up to the venue. with that incredible level of innocence, kieran sometimes pondered if she actually feigned ignorance, instead of being truly naïve.

“you can tell him yourself later when we meet him.”

vivianne always enjoyed how smooth kieran drove—and how good looking he was when he parked the car but she wasn’t going to admit that soon—to the point she was always reluctant to unclasp her safety belt when they’d reached their destination. “is this how underground concert’s always been?”

oh, kieran really couldn’t wait to see how she’d react when she realised they weren’t going to an underground gig like she initially thought. “more or less, yeah.”

vivianne immediately seeked refugee in kieran’s back as soon as they reached for the backstage door, where there were more and more bulky guys standing in guard. kieran’s hand immediately reached for vivianne’s hands, knowing she wasn’t fond of men the size of dwayne johnson—she had to hide when william saliba dropped by his house when she was cooking for their weekly dinner while whispering, “that’s one of your teammates? what do you do for a living, being a mafia?”

had he mentioned how much he loved it when she didn’t know who he was in the eyes of the world?

kieran flashed the bodyguard his access card on his unoccupied hand. “she’s with me. gerry says he’ll give her another card when we see him.”

“alright,” as soon as the hulk eyed vivianne, the woman shrunk into a minion. “but wear it with you at all times once you have it.”

kieran, sensing her growing fear, patted the guy’s shoulder. “got it, big guy. thanks a lot.”

“you never tell me you know gerry cinnamon!” kieran swore nothing beat the excitement sparkling in viviane’s eyes, as clear as the night sky despite the lack of lighting the concert venue provided. “how could you hide that from me?!”

“well, you never ask.”

“well, that’s because—” vivianne groaned while she looped the access card over her head. “you know what? never mind. but thank you so much for this!”

vivianne didn’t spare kieran much time to digest the reality where she placed a peck on his cheek, as fast as the lightning went, before she pulled the footballer by the hand to join the rest of the audience. he could only hope the hand holding his wrist couldn’t feel the insane beat of his heart.

“you sure you’re okay in the stands?”

kieran had actually tried to drag her to the VIP stands, for he feared her safety. one, you could never expect an organised crowd at events like this. two, he couldn’t bear the thought of any fans who’d ask for kieran’s signs or a picture with him—not because he thought they were intrusive but because he didn’t want to cause her any discomfort. he’d seen it first-hand how his fame could affect the way one acted towards him and he’d hate himself the moment she decided he was too much to handle for her own good.

“that’s not where the real concert is, tierney,” vivianne shouted back at him over the opening intro that just started playing. the crowd erupted in cheers as the intro signalled gerry was about to take the stage. “i promise we won’t go too close to the stage.”

for the first half of gerry’s setlist, kieran and vivianne had so much fun jumping up and down as they sang their hearts out. him out of passion for the music, her out of the stress she’d been having at school. he could only pray that none of the gossip column caught on this because they were definitely going to have a field day if they do.

it took vivianne the transitional break between first half and second half to realise that she’d been dancing the night away technically in his arms. she’d wondered once in a while during the set why her excitement hadn’t killed a fellow concert-goer; it turned out that a set of paws belonging to a certain kieran tierney had been resting on top of her hipbones, swaying her in tune with the music to effectively navigated her to avoid bumping against people on their sides.

just as she concluded her train of thoughts, a couple of strangers bumped into them recklessly, pushing vivianne pretty violently to the side of kieran’s chest. at the collision, the left-back instinctively put his hands back on her waist and moved her body slightly so she stood in front of him. that way, he could protect her from any unwanted advances from every direction.

as much as vivianne was still surprised at the fact that she didn’t mind kieran’s large hands had been resting comfortably where they were—she was expecting she’d shy away if he laid a hand on her, despite the occasional casual hand-holding between them—that wasn’t the complete reason why vivianne’s breath stalled. it was only then when she realised the depth of his initial offer to watch the concert from the balcony; he wasn’t merely asking because the balcony had seats, or the better visibility to the stage from there, but because he was very concerned about her safety.

he wanted her to have the best time while also ensuring that they’d get back home safely. God knows how many disasters had happened to these kinds of places at times like this.

“if it’s getting uncomfortable for you, we’re out of here,” kieran dipped his head to shout gently at her ear. “you got me?”

the movement sent shivers all over vivianne’s body that it caught her tongue in place, only nodding as a reply to indicate she understood what he was saying without giving too much away the revelation she was having on the inside.

fuck it, vivianne decided. she could careless about what could be addressed any other time. right here, right now, she simply wanted to enjoy the time of her life, killing two birds with the same stone—she was finally able to see gerry cinnamon live in action while also spending time with someone she considered a dear friend.

but even Cinderella had her share of reality kicking in when the clock struck midnight.

like anything that she likes about being in a dimmed place, some other utilised the pootly-lit venue to their advantages to launch discreet touches and gropes and other kind of molestations she only heard from news.

as gerry was ending his first half of the leg, letting himself catch a breath after entertaining the concert hall for almost more than half an hour without a pause, kieran decided to slip from the standing audience in search of a loo, and a quick refreshment for their sore throat if he was lucky enough.

vivianne remained in their spot as gerry began interacting with his fans in the form of a small q&a session, laughing lightly here and there at the jokes the singer broke. she could see why he was friends with kieran, for they shared the same gag code, which happened to be her favourite kind if she was honest.

not even five minutes entering the talk, she felt a grasp on her waist, and she knew it wasn’t her concert partner. kieran might have a large set of hands, but his wasn’t crude and his grip definitely wasn’t harsh. although her brain was now frying emergency signals, she tried to stay calm and stepped forward, away from the uninvited guest’s reach.

but it seemed like the stranger was adamant to his stance of making her stay in her place, producing such a brute force to set her back to where she stood five seconds ago, crashing against his chest.

vivianne’s skin trickled in shiver from head to toe in utter disgust and immense fright, both at the filthy touch and at herself, for her entire being chose to freeze at that particular moment and she wasn’t able to muster up all the courage she needed to break free from the powerful grip.

“i’ve been waiting for you,” vivianne wanted to vomit her entire gut as he announced his presence, a heavy tint of alcohol lingered in the air he breathed out. “you shouldn’t be with that tierney bloke, he’s a frail pussy. can’t even play 10 matches straight without breaking his arse.”

kieran.

she needed to find him.

with her eyes closed, still in disgust, she forced all her energy to push the drunkard’s hands away. she felt like crying for touching those nasty hands—and maybe she was—but she had to try something. she even cried out a painful wail when she felt the nails digging deeper into the skin in order to prevent her from escaping.

“why struggle, cupcake?” vivianne tried to hold back her tears, for she still needed to see her surroundings clearly. “is power play your kink?”

she was nowhere near a fan of violence—heck, the only thing she couldn’t fathom from kieran was his fascination towards connor mcgreggor—but she put every of her focus to recall connor’s manoeuvre to beat his opponent at one of the matches she watched together with kieran over their weekly dinner.

she stumped her foot on the drunkard’s so hard it was his turn to cry in pain before she kicked him on the shin once he lost of his footings. that gave her some time to escape to turn her body around, eyes frantic in search for the nearest exit. but it seemed like the drunkard stored some more energy in his battery of life, seeing now he was charging towards her and vivianne managed to dodge him away milisecond left on the clock by sheer luck.

she ducked under his arms, making him dive into people in front of them and she swore to God she’d take self-defence classes that kieran always talked about after this stint. the man’s fall caused quite a commotion so vivianne used the distraction to run away to the gate she came from earlier tonight. from afar, she could spot a dirty blonde quiff she recognised was kieran’s and she had never been so glad to have come to a crowded place with someone she knew.

the relief running, though, was cut short when she felt a strong, abusive tug on her ponytail.

kieran had just entered the concert hall again when he heard a screeching howl he recognised as vivianne’s, despite the packed venue and blaring music, and he could feel panic rushing throughout his body. the footballer cleared everyone in his way to reach the spot where her voice came from, pushing the thought of why is everyone not fucking doing anything? deeper down to cease his building anger.

kieran tierney, even though explosive on the pitch at times, wasn’t one to resort to pure brutality as the first measure so things wouldn’t be so pretty anymore if he had reached his boiling point, and that would have to leave his agent and publicist an overnight homework to do.

but no matter how much kieran wanted to avoid triggering a world war 3, he didn’t think twice when he saw vivianne being grabbed by the hair—now being dragged out of the crowd as well by the stranger—and her face was screaming fear as much as her mouth screamed pain.

that motherfucker should’ve listened to his mother to not disturb calm water was kieran’s last thought before he threw a punch on the low-life pest.

kieran could notice vivianne jumped in her place, her face now painted in shock, probably from the fact that he really attacked her assailant and now the other guy was on the floor, unconscious and blood running down his nose like a waterfall.

(remind him to call connor mcgregor in person to thank the legend for being so patient in their one-on-one lesson of k.o. punch techniques until he mastered them.)

kieran could see the guards were—finally!—running to their way, the same time the bastard regained his consciousness. alarmed, he pulled vivianne closer to his back, shielding the woman with his entire being from another unwanted strike while still putting himself on alert in case the idiot tried to have another go at him. “you okay?”

as much as kieran wanted to dwell on the pain he felt deeply when vivianne jumped at his touch, as if she was scared for her life when he touched her, he was beyond relieved when she nodded her head. gone was the sleek ponytail, her wayward hairs were falling, covering half of her face as her head bobbed. Clumsy vivianne was one thing to be protected, but shaken, traumatised vivianne triggered him to provide a whole new level of shelter.

(despite all of the chaos, kieran still thought, what a beautiful mess.)

unable to see this side of vivianne, knowing his unfortunate decision to go to the loo part-took this outcome, kieran immediately took of his jacket and draped it over the frail figure. if it wasn’t because of one of the guards asking about the incident that just happened behind him, he would’ve hugged her and hauled her out of here—or anywhere as long as they were out of danger, really.

the act didn’t go unnoticed by vivianne, whose empty eyes—god, vivianne was anything but empty and lost— looked up to him when she felt the fabric of his jacket was warming her exposed shoulder blades. for a moment, her eyes raked for God knows what of kieran’s face before a drop escaped her tear gland as she realised he was indeed him, kieran tierney, and not another freak who wanted to do other unhonourable deeds.

he could only guess what thing and how much pain she had gone though in a split thunderstrike second.

but now, all he could do to her was to wipe her wet cheeks and let her whimper in lieu of loud cry. his other hand went to brush the strangled mess called her hair, smoothing the knotted evidence of the fight she had just undergone.

he could hear the guards were asking for his attention again so he had to let go of her. before kieran could answer the guards, vivianne’s tug paused his motion. the scotsman peered down his shoulder, only to find vivianne’s eyes speaking volumes than mere words, and he made a silent vow to himself never to go to any jam-packed places with her, ever again.

“hey, hey,” kieran closed the distance between them, his strong arm enveloping her small frame, his hand cupping her face in an assuring manner. “i’m not going anywhere, okay? let me just talk to the guards.”

vivianne shook her head fervently. “please don’t leave me.”

“can we just get somewhere less crowded to talk about this?” kieran thought he’d been fortunate enough to have yet felt any heartbreak but he swore vivianne’s meek voice was close enough to be the cause of it. “preferably somewhere she can get medical attendance as well.”

a paramedic attended her, after the 999 being called by one of the guards, and was now dabbing some cotton pads on the back of her neck. if kieran didn’t insist, vivianne wouldn’t know there were some cuts on her skin. here and there, nothing major, but enough to digest what seemed like a fleeting reality only moments ago. the paramedic then proceeded to ask a couple of questions regarding her mental well-being after such a catastrophic night, to which vivianne answered with honest answers despite shivers running down her skin every time she recalled what happened. thankfully, the paramedic decided she would need no further medication to be taken at home, unless she was starting to show symptoms of anxiety or such.

“glad to hear that,” the detailed questions took her focus away from kieran, and before vivianne knew it, the man had stood in her right, towering her sitting figure. “thank you for your help.”

the paramedic gave a curt nod to the footballer, who was now casting his eyes down at vivianne.

for the first time, in a brighter place at that as well, he had the time to full examine the extent of the damage caused by that unfortunate event. although her eyes were now deprived of fear, he could spot some scratches around her forearms, and kieran could feel the blood in his system boiling again.

“what did they say?” although his eyes remained focused on spotting any other blotches of redness, kieran could feel the expectancy in vivianne’s voice. “do you have to go through police investigation?”

“depends,” kieran shrugged as nonchalantly as possible, not wanting to worry the possible disaster that might knock his door the next morning. “i’ve given out my statements, the security guys are going to share cctv access to the venue. all that’s left is that prick’s statement.”

vivianne could only give another relieved nod, knowing the evidence would do kieran only good.

“does it hurt?” kieran took her hand and gave them a detailed look, the tip of his fingers brushed around the ointment smeared over the miniscule injuries, all ever so gently. he didn’t wait for vivianne to answer before he added, “i shouldn’t have left you.”

“what matters now is that you came back,” and at vivianne’s reply, kieran went back up to search for some kind of clue she wasn’t saying that just because. but one trait he’d always admired from her innocence was how truthful she was to her words. “you don’t know how relieved i was to see you back in the crowd.”

a shaky breath from vivianne and kieran wished she would stop speaking because he felt the same too, so he spoke in her place. “but the fucking cunt just had to grab you by the hair.”

unbeknownst to himself, his hand moved before his brain could proceed, skimming down from the side of her hair, her shoulder, before going back up again to the face, cupping them gently. in his defence, he was making sure—more to himself—that she was fine, both mentally and physically.

for a split second, kieran was deadly afraid vivianne would shoo him away from her as he inflicted another unwanted advance towards her. but instead, he was met by a relieved pair of eyes before they were closed into a perfect shape of dome.

vivianne sighed in content at kieran’s touch, for this one she knew it was safe, a striking difference to her aggressive nightmare less than an hour ago. still in disbelief of what went down, she couldn’t help but grab a hold of his hands that were still wrapped around her facial frame, making sure it was indeed kieran that stayed with her.

and kieran had never felt more conflicted at the sight more than in the moment.

while he was beyond glad and relieved she didn’t find his physical contact frightening—he was already preparing himself if she retaliated at the touch as it triggered a traumatic response—he couldn’t shrug off the pain in his chest when he saw his favourite character seeked comfort and security in someone as monstrous as he had become of in order to protect her.

“i’m sorry,” his thumbs sweept over her crescent eyelids that reminded him of the moon, eyelashes fluttering at his light stroke. “i’m so, so, so sorry.”

and vivianne had never felt like crying again more than in the moment.

she was used to escaping danger on her own, for she had been only by herself for most of the time, but to see a livid kieran actually released a well-aimed punch on her place… she was accustomed to the notion of tucking her emotions away, especially in public places, because anyone could exploit the cracks for their benefits so she’d gladly give kuddos to anyone who knows the limit to suppressing their anger as well as the perfect time to vent it out. including, but not limited to, kieran tierney.

wait—

especially kieran tierney, who practically betted everything on the line, just to get his point across his their opponent. he did it anyway, on her place on top of that, regardless of the consequences he had to face the first thing in the morning. she could already imagine the hot waters being poured over his head for his actions.

yet, he was the one apologising.

this time, it was vivianne’s turn to move the pad of her thumbs along the back of his hands, feeling the sturdy knuckles contrasting her delicate skin. “oh, no, kieran,” she managed to breathe out a breathless laugh before opening her eyes, intending to square him as she said, “thank you.”

and she had never meant a simple thank you like she just did, with every fibre of her being.

the eyes are the window to one’s soul, they said, and kieran had never preached the saying so much until this wonderful, ethereal beauty walked into his life and bared everything non-verbal so clearly and fluently through her eyes. maybe it was part of the innocence she kept holding on.

it didn’t even take kieran a full five seconds to know she meant it—and everything else she tried and had been trying to transmit through her organ of sight. it was a fantastic feeling no one could compete, liberating in some ways or another, that he had finally figured her out.

his heart and brain contained too much feelings to be put in words to respond to that but he hoped his grin made it up for her. thankfully for kieran, it did because vivianne couldn’t help but reciprocate a grin as big as his when the smile she loved so much carving its way to those thin pair of pink lips.

in a spur of a second, it dawned on vivianne that she had just gone through what was possibly the wildest night in her life. but it took her this one particular hell of a rollercoaster ride to come to a realisation that kieran had always put her first whenever he could—be it when she was physically around him or not; be it when he was physically around her or not.

at this huge swing of thor’s hammer hitting her equilibrium of life, she rolled her head backwards, laughing uncontrollably at how fast the night changed.

kieran’s eyebrows were now furrowed, eyes dancing partly in mirth and another in curiosity. “what?”

trying to calm herself, vivianne looked up again to those brown orbs that reminded her of his favourite guilty pleasure. “what what?”

she was so drawn into the milky chocolate pool that she didn’t realise kieran had closed the gaps between them. the tips of their noses were now touching, their breaths tangled—he inhaled what she exhaled, she breathed in what he breathed out. one move, and their lips would break down the last millimeters of their long-standing wall.

“share it with me,” kieran breathed down, and it was palpable that he was restraining himself so hard not to peer down further to her lips. “share me one last laugh before the world’s ending tomorrow.”

kieran was only whispering above the air but his baritone voice was as clear as a crystal to vivianne’s ears, even amidst the packed and loud area surrounding them. “as much as i’m glad we spent our last night before doomsday watching gerry cinnamon, i’m gutted we didn’t get to catch where we’re going.”

kieran really broke into a laughing tirade at how funny vivianne was, despite herself undergoing such an unfortunate event. not many managed to do so, and for that alone, kieran couldn’t help but lean his forehead against her, ever so smoothly that vivianne herself didn’t realise the touch.

“but i’m very glad i’ve met you,” with a heart-dropping grin, kieran didn’t know—and didn’t want to know—what to make out of himself if his answer wasn’t considered a confirmation of what they were now. “though i’m sure we can still watch it somewhere in the backstage.”

“yeah?”

the braveheart only nodded in response. “we have all-access card, don’t we?”

the back of vivianne’s head was alerting her they were very much still in such a public place and setting, and she wanted to push away kieran so he could get a grasp of reality that anyone could practically catch them in such an intimate pose and misunderstood them but her brain seemed to be consumed by everything of kieran—his gaze, his graze, his breath, his smell, his warmth—to the point she couldn’t bring any muscle in her body to do so.

so, vivianne decided to take the action to her own hands, breaking the staring down contest for their her sake by averting her gaze somewhere else.

unfortunately, the first other thing her eyes landed upon was his lips, now set in straight line, making his lips a lot thinner but still managed to look plump, glistening in the prettiest shade of natural pink. call it adrenaline for all she cared, vivianne didn’t think anymore as she raised herself to her tiptoes, reaching the back of kieran’s neck before pulling him downwards for a kiss, putting every of the unspoken words they shared so far into a definitive term. and as someone risk-averse, vivianne’s heart soared high the moment kieran reciprocatively poured the same amount of love into their kiss.

if vivianne wasn’t busy contemplating how kieran could kiss with so much passion without pressing himself too much, she’d definitely dwell on how plush and soft his lips were and how glad she was to find out they tasted just as they looked like.

kieran pulled away first, still cradling her face gently in his hands while his fingers played with her hair. some, he tucked it behind her ear, tracing the soft shell with the tip of his fingers. as much as he wanted to have more of her, as he knew he couldn’t get enough of her, she didn’t deserve to share such an intimate moment at the back of an ambulance.

even without words, he knew she knew. from her perspective, kieran’s smile was everything she needed to know. while he promised of everything better later on, she’d have to settle for this for now. so she pulled her to a tight hug, maximizing some moments they had left, their noses filling each other’s crook of necks perfectly like a fit of puzzle.

“i’m so glad you’re okay,” her breath tickled in his ear, and if her hand skimmed down to kieran’s back, she’d know it sent shivers all over his back. “thank you for everything you’ve done for me tonight.”

kieran returned the tight hug, nuzzling his nose deeper into its matching piece of puzzle as she conveyed her gratitude, and vivianne could feel his lips brushed featherly on the skin right above her pulse before he whispered, “anything for you,” against the skin of her neck.

#kieran tierney #kieran tierney one shot #kieran tierney fluff #kieran tierney fic #kieran tierney fanfic #kieran tierney imagine #kieran tierney imagines #oh-saints writes #kieran tierney fanfiction #kieran tierney blurb #kieran tierney blurbs #kieran tierney fics #kieran tierney fanfics #kieran tierney x reader #kieran tierney x y/n #kieran tierney angst #kieran tierney smut #kieran tierney short fic

[colorsofmyseason]

color me red

Summary: Every Arsenal player has different taste.

Pairing: None

As usual, part of my supernatural au!

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Sometimes, Leandro wonders what he's done in all those centuries he's lived to experience such luck. He's gone through different identities, various jobs, even multiple clubs in his current life as a footballer, but he's never felt so comfortable, so belonging before. Maybe because there are a bunch of other supers at Arsenal. Maybe because they know and accept him for what he is, and don't even bat an eye when he brings a pack of blood to the breakfast table instead of a plate of beans on toast. Or maybe because they don't mind him taking a sip here and there whenever he needs it. 

Alright, so maybe there are lots of alternatives to feeding nowadays – blood packs, synthesized blood, blood pills – and Leandro will take those without comment. But he also won't refuse the opportunity to get fresh blood if he can. And now he has a myriad of beautiful men to choose from…

Martin tastes like expensive champagne. Light and sweet, flowing down Leandro's throat effortlessly like a warm drink on a cold day, yet intoxicating, making Leandro wish to drink him again and again. Yet he rarely does, because it's too delicious for his own good. He fears he doesn't deserve to experience such taste in his life.

(Also, the sight of Martin's pale white throat always catches his breath whenever he plans to do so, and he doesn't want his fang marks to ruin the beauty of such a specimen, but that's a different story).

Kieran's is different – thicker in consistency, definitely not as sweet as Martin, maybe a little piquant, but it's the aftertaste that leaves Leandro fascinated. The Scottish full-back always gives him the feeling of eating a full course homecooked meal, tasty and hearty and fulfilling, and Leandro always thinks that he won't need to feed for days after he has Kieran for a meal.

Aaron is lemon, lime, orange… anything citrusy really, so fresh and bright, but with a hint of spice underneath it. If sunshine can be turned into a flavor, Leandro thinks it must taste exactly like Aaron's blood, and it warms him up thoroughly inside like the sun coming out after a bad storm. On the other hand, Bukayo is a little too sweet for his liking, since the kid literally tastes like a truckful of cotton candy, and while it isn't exactly unpleasant, Leandro fears he might end up with diabetes at some point if he feeds from Bukayo too often. Okay, well, not literally since he can't really get diabetes, but still.

Mikel has this rich, exquisite flavor that reminds Leandro of fine dining (and yes, he's been to such places, mostly to keep up appearances, but still). And the Spaniard's blood is the closest thing to perfection he has ever tasted. Just the right amount of spice, the right texture, the right level of sweetness. Normally managers are off limits, but Mikel says he deserves it after a string of fine performances, and Leandro believes him. 

The one holding the title for the spiciest blood in the squad must be Granit. Maybe that has something to do with his personality, the vampire doesn't know. But he tastes fiery and strong and sharp, to the point it nearly scares Leandro to feed from him again. But the Swiss midfielder will just brush it off and calmly "persuade" Leandro to feed from him, and rinse and repeat.

Ben is…special. Leandro has fed from him many times since their Brighton days, and his blood always tastes the same – plain, a little dry, completely devoid of any kinds of flavor, like unseasoned food. Perhaps it has something to do with the defender being one of the most nonchalant people he knows, but it's still fascinating how someone can be so effortlessly bland. Not that Leandro doesn't enjoy it, though – he likes to savor the taste (or lack of it) in his mouth, marveling at how different it is from any other kind of blood he's drunk.

There are other guys too, with all their respective flavors and quirks, and Leandro can honestly write a whole book describing all of those, alongside a tier list of the tastiest blood within the squad. He won't do it for real, though. Not that he's scared they will find out – they're all good guys, and often make vampire jokes to him out of fun, but he just enjoys getting various tastes to feed so it won't get boring, and he appreciates his teammates for providing him with that.

And he honestly cannot ask for more.

(Also, if he much prefers the first two people more than anyone else, for reasons other than feeding, that's his personal business.)

fin

#dkm i just love imagining that all arsenal players have different tastes lol #leo is a vampire as i've said #and yes he's dating both martin and kieran #leandro trossard #martin odegaard #kieran tierney #aaron ramsdale #bukayo saka #mikel arteta #ben white #granit xhaka #arsenal #arsenal fc #fanfiction #football fanfiction #fic #football fic #fanfic #football fanfic #arsenal fanfiction #supernatural au #my works

[tierneysodegaard]

If you take requests, can you do one with KT or anyone you like, where the reader is a rival team's player sister (maybe Andy) and after a big game she gets into a fight with both her brother and boyfriend. Her brother feels as if she is neglecting him because of her bf an vice versa. Maybe after that she is nowhere to be found for a few days. They find out she got into an accident and now has amnesia. Maybe her brother and bf now have to put a side their difference to help her get her memory.

Thank you darling <3 you can read your request here :)

#kieran tierney imagines #kieran tierney x you #kieran tierney imagine #kieran tierney x reader #football imagines #football x reader #football imagine #footballl imagine

[football-and-fanfics]

Flashback Friday #34

Welcome back to the weekly edition of Flashback Friday. Here’s this week’s five blasts from the past😉 Happy reading! 😊 #1 Who: Jordan Henderson & Trent Alexander-Arnold Prompt: "It was just a dream." Link: click here #2 Who: Mason Mount Prompt: Feeling his breath on your skin Link: click here #3 Who: Kevin de Bruyne Prompt: "No, sit down, you're not allowed to walk that much." Link: click here #4 Who: Kieran Tierney Request: confessing his love to a childhood friend. Link: click here #5 Who: Christian Pulisic Prompt: "Here, have my jacket." Link: click here

#jordan henderson #jordan henderson imagine #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold imagine #mason mount #mason mount imagine #kevin de bruyne #kevin de bruyne imagine #kieran tierney #kieran tierney imagine #christian pulisic #christian pulisic imagine #football imagine #football blurb #footballer imagine #footballer blurb #footballandfanficsflashbackfriday #football fanfiction #footballer fanfiction

[sl0wdiver]

footballers as flatmates/roommates headcanon

(imagining them as people with normal jobs + lives btw)

aaron ramsdale - domestic goddess, aggressive style. almost too happy to be cleaning. sets out a fucking cleaning rota for gods sake. drives everyone a bit nuts but whenever you have friends over they always say how nice your house is. has literally the loudest phone calls ever.

kieran tierney - quite content to watch netflix all evening every day of the week. always drinking vodka cokes at pres/party nights. folds his clothes as soon as they’re dry cause he knows his mum would give him a bollocking otherwise. attempts to cook - it sometimes works out. if in doubt, chicken nuggets at least 3 days a week.

michail antonio - house daddy. that man has that kitchen on lockdown. he goes in and comes out with the most insanely good food every single damn time. a complete hoot on nights out. rips the living piss out of everyone but life without him just wouldn’t be right.

ruben dias - quite possibly the most sensible flatmate to live with. amazingly consistent sleep schedule. always asks the group chat ahead of time if he can bring a date over. he is gymming/toning/working out about 23 hours a day mind you. at least he plays his workout music through his headphones.

jarrod bowen - the most reliable housemate ever. bills always paid on time. always down for a late night trip to big tesco. will play playstation with you until 4am. one word answers to anything in the house groupchat - “haha”, “lol”, “yeah”. but, will have the best dmcs with you in the garden when there’s a party.

mason mount - loves it when something breaks cause it means he gets to fix something. cooking skills are hardly world class michelin star restaurant level but he pulls out something every so often that surprises you. always planning what the flat is doing friday and saturday night. 

declan rice - believes the antibac wipe can do anything. tells you about all the great discounts he found at wilko today when you get off work. gets waaaay too into the film on flat movie night and cries. hogs the telly whenever there's a golf tournament on. always tries to get a dancefloor going whenever there’s a house party.

martin ødegaard - friendliest face in the house. his room is a marvel of scandi couture. he pretends it's minimalism but it's just ikea's posh range (and that's no bad thing). everyone thinks he's chill cause he likes reading and coffee paraphernalia but he hides a dark secret of playing THE WORST music at houseparties. hugging a cushion/blanket/djungleskog/himself throughout flat movie night.

tammy abraham - interior decor off the scales. the flat is literally glowing with his presence. the throws in the lounge are gorgeous. will defo have the loudest conversation with your flatmates right when you’re just tryna sleep but it’s all worth it. gets the tunes on as soon as he knows everyone is up.

harry kane - definitely in charge of all the bills. whenever he’s on the phone it’s usually because he’s chasing up some utilities company. this man is a provider. he cooks for everyone. wants everyone to be home for tea at the same time so “we can chat and catch up”. 

ben chilwell - has the nicest candle collection of anyone in the flat. loves a good houseplant. his dog is the glue that holds the flat together. interior decor choices are questionable but it’s passable. takes his meetings in literally every room whenever he’s working from home.

jadon sancho - panics over any house maintenance or any time he has to set the heating. “nah i can’t get it to work i’ve got no idea” he says to the thermostat. his vibe is always super chill tho, always has his door open and is never in the shower for too long. 

kai havertz - if he hasn't already got a house pet, he's strategising how to get one. rarely seen without a hoodie on. definitely rocking the flat's best comfy clothes collection. keeps to himself mainly but at least he doesn't cause any flat drama.

kostas tsimikas - i'm literally not even sure the boy knows how to clean. sleeps in til 2pm and never tells you his plans. will be out of the house for 36 hours and never answers his phone. the greek food he cooks tho? to die for. always ensures there is yoghurt in the fridge.

jack grealish - an unhinged experience. 35 minutes of hair drying everytime he has a shower, which in turn are the longest showers you’ve ever seen someone have. will cook the most astonishingly messy meal and ruin all the pans. secretly quite organised and always gets to work on time.

#did think about imagining living with them as footballers but there is already so much fanfiction to cover that and get yer kicks with that #also y'all know i love everyone on here it's just living with certain footballers would be a nightmare #aaron ramsdale #kieran tierney #michail antonio #ruben dias #jarrod bowen #mason mount #declan rice #tammy abraham #harry kane #ben chilwell #jadon sancho #kostas tsimikas #jack grealish #headcanon #football headcanon #martin odegaard #kai havertz #fave posts