#kieran tierney x you

[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

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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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[tierneysodegaard]

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. 

—

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. 

—

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. 

—

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. 

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

[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

[fletchysohot]

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]

kt rq… i absolutely love ‘support system’ and you writing reader on arsenals women team.. maybe after the final game he is obviously quite down bc he knows it’s best for him to move clubs but he worries about their relationship. And reader tells him she would move to a club closer to his (possible) new one (even if not immediately) which he didn’t expect.. lot of angst/bit of fluff.

ofc only if something like that is for you and all. still feel a bit down momentarily after Sunday and now your recent fic just has me in a mood x

The Hardest Goodbye (Kieran Tierney)

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Word count: 2.0k

Kieran's lap of honour at the Emirates is more of an anticipatory goodbye than anything.

You wait in the wings in the tunnel, dressed to the nines in the same Arsenal gear you wear on your own match days, and let Kieran have his moment with the fans. He drinks it all in, the fans clapping for him as they sing his chant, enjoying the Emirates for what is likely his last time as a gunner.

Heart aching, you stand still as Kieran's team trickles past you. He is one of the few remaining now, reluctant to accept his fate. Each time he turns to leave, Kieran is drawn to the crowd in the same manner that a fisherman is perpetually drawn to the sea. This rectangle of grass is more of a home to him than the four walls he shares with you. Kieran would sleep here, eat here, hang up family portraits in the halls if he could.

No matter what, Kieran's soul will always lie with the team he was meant to captain. The red banners will hang in his heart until it stops beating. Kieran is a gunner, through and through, and no contract can change that.

The past few weeks have been hell. Rumors of a move have plagued Kieran's every step. All he's focused on is performing at his best for his club, trying to go out on a positive note if he has to. There isn't anything formal just yet, but neither of you have acknowledged the elephant in the room: Newcastle has come knocking, and their interest has not been quiet.

It would be a smart move for Kieran. His career would flourish with a stable place in the starting XI, and he'd finally get the recognition he deserves. The footballer in you wants him to accept it should a deal come his way. That side of you is at war with the part of you that loves Kieran unconditionally though. Because if Kieran moves, that means you'll be apart. And if you're apart, you aren't sure you'll be able to provide Kieran the support he needs.

Your contract with the Arsenal women's team doesn't run out until the end of next season. Even if it did expire tomorrow, you haven't had any promising interest from other teams. Your agent could pester someone into taking you, sure, but it would probably come with a salary cut. You wouldn't mind though, as long as it brought you closer to Kieran.

When Kieran finally turns to head off the pitch, you wait for him with open arms. His boots click on the pavement and you resist the urge to warm him against wrecking the studs. Kieran is already crestfallen enough, tears already brimming in those brown eyes usually overflowing with adoration, and you can't bring yourself to push him over the edge.

"Come here my love," you murmur when Kieran is in earshot. Without hesitation, Kieran fits himself against you and clings to you like a lifeline. You let him tuck his face into your neck as he sniffles quietly, trying to fit a leash onto his emotions.

You murmur reassurances while you card your fingers through his sweat-damp hair. "You played beautifully, my love. Everyone knows you left it all out on the pitch. I couldn't be prouder of you."

Whether or not your words help, Kieran's heartbeat slows from a frantic slam you can feel in your own chest to a steady rhythm that echoes your own. "Sorry," he mumbles a minute later. "Just cannae believe I might never walk out there wearing red again."

Stroking your fingers over Kieran's hair, you murmur, "I know baby, I know it's hard. But hey, even if you don't make it back, you'll still be loved here in London. You heard the fans, yeah? They'll always remember you for your flair and how well you brought us together when you captained. It's not your fault that the owners shelled out big bucks for someone halfway decent and benched you because they couldn't let their pocketbook take a hit."

"Now you're just trying to make me feel better."

"Working though, innit?"

"Maybe a little."

You smile, coaxing Kieran away from you far enough that you can kiss him. "I love you, Key. You've done great things in your time at Arsenal and you've made all of us who play here proud. If it's time for a new chapter, we can figure that out together."

**********

"Contract is here," Kieran croaks, as if contract talks are a normal part of your conversations over your morning coffee. "Newcastle want me on the same wages I'm on now at Arsenal, and they don't want to keep me. Arteta said there's no spot for me in the squad because I don't fit in the left side as well as he'd like."

"Oh."

Isn't it supposed to be storming when one receives bad news? Shouldn't the window panes be battered with rain, wind howling as it tries to seep into the cracks? The sun shouldn't be warming your face as you crack eggs in a pan. Birds shouldn't be singing their merry songs. The potted flowers lining your windowsill should be wilted, not stretching towards the light.

Wrong. This morning is all wrong for that sort of earth-shattering, heartbreaking news.

"Yeah, oh."

Kieran tips his chair onto its rear legs, reaching into the glass cabinet behind him for the bottle of Scottish whisky off the top shelf and the two crystal glasses beside it. The heavy tumblers thud against the wood dining table when Kieran sets them down, pouring himself a double and then a single in the other glass, which he leaves for you if you want it. He doesn't so much as wince when he throws his own back, swallowing it swiftly.

"It's nine in the morning," you say softly, out of concern for Kieran's liver and his psyche.

"I'm not taking it," Kieran mutters, eyes trained on the crystal in his hand. The finality in his voice is what terrifies you. He's given this decision plenty of thought, that much is obvious, and yet this is the first you've truly heard him talk about it.

At first, you aren't sure you've heard him correctly. If Kieran doesn't take this contract, then certainly Arsenal will sell him off to the next highest bidder, which will most likely be non-premier league. His career will stagnate and his dreams of a European championship will be all but squashed.

"Kieran," you say firmly, trying to elicit some sense. "Babe, you have to take it." Abandoning your breakfast, you quickly skim through the summarized terms on the top sheet. It's a good deal, one that means he'll be secure for at least four years at Newcastle. "Four years is a long time, you could get a lot done. Help build a winning team. You could captain them and stay there long term."

"I don't want to be there long term," Kieran snaps uncharacteristically. In arguments it's usually you that has the hot head, not your boyfriend. It catches you off guard and you take a physical step away to distance yourself.

"Why not?" You ask after a pause.

Asking a simple question sets Kieran off and he lashes out like a cornered animal, "Because you're here! My entire life is in London, in this house that we bought together- you can't just up and move with me! Newcastle's women's team isn't anywhere near the same level as Arsenal's- you'd be sacrificing your career for me and I can't let that happen. Which means we'll have to do long distance and I already have a hard time during international breaks! I wouldn't survive that, I couldn't come home to an empty house each night!

"And yet you sit here and act like I should be okay leaving you behind. Like I wouldn't be abandoning the most important person in my life, the woman I want to marry one day. I should just accept that because it's good for my career? You're more important than that! You're my priority, not football!"

While you know his frustration isn't directed at you, that doesn't stop his outburst from stinging. You know better than to reply straight away, letting Kieran process his emotions on his own until his eyes glass over with tears and his lip wobbles.

"I dinnae ken what I'd do without you," he whispers finally. "I can't just leave you behind."

"Kieran, I hear you baby. I hear you." You cautiously come around the table, aware of Kieran's ridgid shoulders and his wide, terrified eyes. "Take a breath, Key. Breathe for me." When you're finally in front of him, you cup Kieran's jaw and turn his face upwards. "In and out, Key. Just breathe."

As Kieran fights to find a steady breath, you wedge yourself between his body and the table to sit in his lap. You take his hands and guide them around your middle with the same gentle persuasion one might use with a frightened child. "Breathe," you remind him, with his face once more in your hands.

When his eyes squeeze shut, you finally notice the red blotches on his cheeks. He's been crying in your room, for who knows how long. He's been fighting this battle on his own, waging war with himself over what he wants for himself and what he wants for your relationship. It's tearing him apart inside; the fact that he's consumed alcohol at this early hour is evidence enough of that.

You have two very distinct, separate jobs. On the pitch, you're the star of Arsenal's women's team, guiding your best friends towards wins and scoring the occasional goal while you're at it. You've trained hard nearly every day of your life to be where you're at, and signing for Arsenal has brought you a lifelong found family along with the love of your life, Kieran.

Off the pitch, you've tasked yourself with loving Kieran. It isn't something anyone ever offers advice or guidance on; it's something you've have to explore and learn how to do on your own, in your own time. But you think you've done a damn good job of it so far. You're the one he turns to after a shit match and you're the one he wants to celebrate with after a win. You don't hold him back but instead you help him realize his full potential, even if that potential means separating the two of you for the time being.

"I don't want to go," Kieran repeats. You've never heard him so distraught. Deep down, he knows Newcastle is the best choice for him, but neither of you are willing to give up the love you share.

"You know, I've been looking at Manchester lately."

Kieran sniffles and rubs at his wet eyes. "What for? I don't want to move to United and City doesn't need a left back."

"Mmm, no, their men's team doesn't… but their women's team? Well, City's ladies could really use some help defensively."

Hope finally returns to Kieran's eyes. He blinks up at you, his hands landing on your hips to pull you impossibly closer to him. "I couldn't ask you to leave Arsenal. I know it's your home, too."

"See that's where you're wrong," you murmur, tipping your forehead to rest on Kieran's. "My home is wherever you are, Key. This is my home." You lay your palm on the center of Kieran’s chest, directly over his heart. "I was looking and Manchester is only an hour from Newcastle. I could see about a loan to City or even about a move there next year. We could get a house in the middle and commute- a half hour each isn't terrible. I know it's longer than the ten minute drive we have now, but…"

"We would be together," Kieran finishes on your behalf. You smile and reward him with a soft kiss before sweeping the pad of your thumb over his lips.

"Yes, we would be together. So do you think you can make it until January without me there? This summer we can pick out a house together, and I can start figuring out a move for myself. Meanwhile, you can just focus on you, and planning as many date nights as you can."

"I like the sound of that, darling. I really, really do."

#if u saw me post this earlier no u didnt #kieran tierney fantasy #kieran tierney fanfic #kieran tierney imagine #kieran tierney #kieran tierney oneshot #kieran tierney fanfiction #kieran tierney fic #arsenal fc #jac writes #forbidden fruit

[pierregas1yx]

Masterlist

Key:

*smut

♡fluff

◇author's favourite

○angst

□sad

Formula 1

Pierre Gasly

Charles Leclerc

Last First (Charles Leclerc x Female!Reader. In which Y/N and Charles have to share a bed for the first time. Warnings: none) ♡

Lewis Hamilton

Expect The Unexpected (Lewis Hamilton x Female!Reader. In which you fall first but he falls harder. Warnings: drug metaphors) ♡

The Best Mistake (Lewis Hamilton x Female!Reader. In which an accidental pregnancy ends up in heartbreak. Warnings: pregnancy loss) □

Worth The Wait (Lewis Hamilton x Female!Reader. In which waiting for each other was totally worth it. Warnings: none) ♡

Carlos Sainz

Football

Matty Cash

Kieran Tierney

Celebrities

Calum Hood

Niall Horan

Timothée Chalamet

[macybeckham7]

hearing ur babies heartbeat for the first time with kieran tierney please x

You were both on tender hooks as you were with the nurse, she was looking at the monitor not giving anything away. A big smile appears on her face as she presses a button and a steady heartbeat appears. ‘Is that her?’ Kieran says barely above a whisper, getting emotional. He leaving kisses over your face as you couldn’t believe that you really had a little human inside you, and you were helping them grow. The nurse leaves you alone for a second, Kieran hugging you tightly.

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[footballxixstars]

do you write for kieran tierney? x

Yes I do!

[tommyspeakycap]

this is what dreams are made of

happiness is no mystery, it’s here and now… it’s you and me

inspired by this song

The stars twinkle far above the field Kieran stands in, his head tilted upwards to take in the white lights that decorate the night in the beautiful, clear sky like a picture perfect painting stretching as far as the eye can see. The only other light was the hanging fairy lights that are strung from each sporadic wooden post.

Laughter and chatting emanate, dulled quietly from the bustling mansion venue where all of his family and friends have collated for the happiest day of Kieran’s life, mingling over expensive champagne and every kind of beer you can imagine, cups topped up with irn bru like every event the Scotsman attends. Everyone has long since moved from their assigned seats to dance to the selected songs playing from the speakers or from the band.

It was the sudden sound of the crunching from the gravel path beneath light feet that alerts Kieran to another presence somewhere behind him. The brunette turns his head to identify who had appeared. Those honey brown eyes land on you, stopping at the end of the path of gravel that finishes a little way away from the large open patio doors of the beautiful, grand venue you’d both spent months trying to choose. Both of you are glad this was the one that the final decision was made on.

In your beautiful white ball gown with your hair still pinned up to perfection, albeit a little messed from the dancing and all the hugging of family and friends, is you, slipping off your heels finally to step bare foot onto the grass to make your way to your brand new husband.

Kieran could not, even if he wanted to, have wiped that smile from stretching out his features, aching his cheeks from the sheer amount of time that he’s spend grinning like a lovestruck fool today.

The soft orange glow of fairy lights illuminates your features enough for him to take in the beauty of your face, though he would know you in the pitch black of the darkest nights without even opening his eyes. When you reach him, his hands immediately raise up to cup that breathtaking face of yours, smeared with pure bliss.

“Thought I might find you out here.” You lilt, gently draping your arms over your husbands shoulders. “Roasting in there.” Kieran hums, nodding his head back to the direction you had emerged from. True enough, it indeed was boiling in there now with everyone dancing around together, and Kieran does generally run pretty warm. His suit jacket is still in the hall, hung over a chair. His bow tie came off hours ago, after the first dance and all of the pictures. His top button is undone now too, pressed white shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show off his muscled and tanned arms. The man in front of you looks a lot more like your Kieran now, though with his shirt still tucked into his well fitted slacks and wearing his shiny black shoes.

Everything about this day has been perfect, down to even the tiniest little details. Kieran had made sure of it, on hand to deal with any and every issue before you ever became aware of it so you never actually ever had to know or stress over a single solitary thing on such a big day. It was perfect, just like you.

You still take that man’s breath away, standing there in the dim glow under his loving gaze. “You’re so beautiful. Have I told you that already?” He whispers, those soft words only meant for your ears. “Just a few times,” you retort smoothly, eyebrows raised in a teasing manner. Kieran chuckles, moving one hand to the back of your head softly, fingers finding the pretty pin holding all of your hair into that pinned up style you had chosen. He tugs gently, loosening the clasp until your hair falls freely over your shoulders, hanging in waves that have been created by the summer heat and the style it has been contorted into.

Relishing the feeling of his fingers smoothing through the loose strands, you rest your forehead against his shoulder with a content sigh. The slow music allows you both to sway softly, arms around each other as you move slowly, carefully over the grass that tickles your feet.

“I love you so much.” Kieran professes, resting his forehead against yours to look into the beautiful medley of colours that exist in your eyes, the happy glow making his heart fuzz with unadulterated adoration. Kieran Tierney wants nothing more in this world than for your eyes to always hold that level of joy. He would move heaven and earth, walk over hot coal, give his life to keep you happy. There is nothing he wouldn’t do. “I love you more,” you grin, pressing your lips sweetly onto his.

“Mhm,” he hums against your lips, “Absolutely not possible.”

You part the kiss this time with a giggle, “Oh really?”

“Yeah, really. Actually-”

“Mama! Daddy!”

Kieran truly never thought that moment could have gotten any better until he heard that little voice, paired with the sound of little feet crunching quickly across the gravel path until they meet the grass to make a break for her parents in the field. You turn and crouch in one move, bending down to open your arms for her to crash into before you spin her around, your daughters giggles filling the empty field and every inch of your heart with pure joyful bliss.

Kieran feels like his whole world has opened up. Of course he knew how much he loved you both, so much it actually hurts. But seeing this here and now, under the bright moon and twinkling stars makes his whole entire world feel complete. No win, no medal, no tournament and no praise for his game would ever hold a candle to this happiness he’s feeling now. This sense of wholeness, completeness and contentment he was feeling right now is a feeling he wishes he could stay in for the rest of his life, and to know that he will have this, both of you, for the rest of his existence makes his heart throb with pride.

His world is complete and perfect. It feels like he can see it all now, everything he’s been missing files neatly into its place. The fog has lifted.

Kieran wraps his arms around you both now, swaying you and your sleepy daughter who’s head rests against your chest, her shoes probably dirtying the pristine white of your wedding dress.

“Luna.” He says softly, eventually once Isla has nodded off in the slow movements her father makes with you. You hum in question, raising your eyes to meet Kieran’s looking tearfully, but gleefully, back at you. “This one,” he continues, gently brushing one hand over the tiny little bump that is well hidden by your chosen dress. “When she’s born, let’s call her Luna.” He sounds so assured, so certain that you’d probably agree with anything he said in that moment. Maybe for the first time you could see how much he loves you just by looking into those beautiful honey eyes that are mirrored to a tee in your little daughter with lashes long like her father that tickle your chest where she sleeps.

“Luna,” you test on your tongue, tilting your head ever so slightly to glance up at the gleaming bright moon shining above you three. “Yeah, Luna. Little Luna Tierney.” You look back at Kieran, an immediate smile pulling your lips up to display your bright toothy happiness. Kieran kisses you again, eyes closed as you both sink into the slow, smooth movements easily like you were (and actually are) two puzzle pieces simply made to fit together with just enough space in between you both for the two little lives you’ve brought together into existence.

But even with his eyes closed, Kieran can still see you standing there swaying with one daughter in your arms and the other growing safely inside of you, his heart content in knowing that image will never ever in his life leave his mind, nor his heart.

He searched the world for this before he found you, desperate to find it in a club, a medal, a trophy, something or anything. He never really had to look, in reality. The universe knew that you two were always meant to be together no matter what happened. He wishes he never wasted that time looking, never spent his time hurting and wondering if he would ever find his purpose and place in this world. He found his purpose and his place in loving you, and now your little family growing with each moment spent perfectly together.

Life’s purpose isn’t something to be figured out and love isn’t something you have to search for to discover. Happiness is not the complicated or mystical thing he once thought it to be. It isn’t something you find or something you learn. Happiness is no mystery. This is it.

This is happiness, it’s here and now.

It’s you and him.

hey now, hey now, this is what dreams are made of

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[oh-saints]

dating kt includes?

oooOOOOOOH this gif had to be there if we wanna talk about boyfriend!KT because

he might not be the most expressive boyfriend but you just know he's the type of guy who goes all-in for his partner. "you want it, i get it" kind, you know?

he learns that the limelight his career brings can put a strain on your romance journey so he tries so hard to keep you away from it, he simply can't lose you because of it

therefore no PDA but it's obvious you're ALWAYS on his mind. the bracelet, the wristband on his left hand are his top 2 love declarations tbh

he's seriously considerate towards his girlfriend. like your comfort and your well-being comes first when he decides the place for your date

which leads to having dates on your home. candlelit dinner with homecooked foods, followed by netflix and cuddle and all that because you both are the biggest homebodies

and by cuddle WE MEAN HIM BEING THE BIG SPOON although he'd say "i'll shoo away the ghost" when you confront him

he loves to touch you whenever he can, on top of it, because it grounds him a lot and it's important aspect of his life to stay grounded

so his fave moments with you are whenever you go down to the tunnel and hug him right after his matches, the smell of your hair calms the adrenaline down quickly because you're there and that's enough for him

yes, that means quality time and physical touch are his top 2 love languages

oh and a special spotify playlist dedicated to you, for you, and at you because he can AND HE WANTS

do i need to also mention that he's a beast at sex and will take you away to secluded yet beautiful spots whenever he can to make the sex better?

#lol at the last one but have you seen his PACKAGE #kieran tierney #kieran tierney imagine #kieran tierney blurbs #kieran tierney x reader #kieran tierney x you #kieran tierney fluff #kieran tierney imagines #kieran tierney smut #kieran tierney fic #kieran tierney fanfic #football fics #oh-saints writes #anon asks #oh-saints answers #oh-saints writes request

[cowboyb1ues]

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Yeah so this is just pure smut. Like just straight up porn. So hope you enjoy that you little freaks <3 also sorry if it’s a mess, it’s been a hot minute since i dipped my toe into the smut waters!

A fic about Kieran being obsessed with you and especially you wearing that dress.

Kieran Tierney x fem!reader (4.2k)

18+ only!! If I catch minors reading I will block you!

You could hear Kieran’s booming laughter from where you left him standing in the foyer. Your bare feet slapped against the wooden stairs as you hurried up the steps with an equally gleeful giggle slipping past your lipstick painted lips that were still searing with the kiss he had left on them.

The skin on your thigh was still burning and you were sure you would find pink blisters on the soft skin tomorrow. He had spent the entirety of the evening with a hand settled on your leg, the slight slit giving him the perfect access.

If his hands had not been on your legs they had been on your hips, his calloused hands firm against the sequins on your shirt dress. He had been mindful of keeping your hair from falling in your face and had left your mind reeling every time he tenderly brushed your hair back behind your ears.

His nose had been nuzzled against your cheek on the entire drive home in the town car, his breath warm against your skin as he continued to go on about how he had been thinking about this ever since you had put the dress on. It was his favourite after all.

And apparently the kiss you had so graciously given him before you were due to leave hadn’t left his mind.

Your feet slipped slightly over the shiny floors and your giggle echoed in the empty hallway when you heard his feet slam down on the stairs as he started his pursuit after you.

You burst into the bedroom, the only light being that of the pale moon gleaming in all its might outside the big windows. You turned around just as you heard him come to a halt outside the wooden door.

The coy smile returned to your lips when he entered the room, his arm reaching out to switch on the light above you.

You took small steps back as he came towards you, the smile on his face being a mirrored image of the one that was tattooed on yours.

“You’re a tease,” he said with a laugh still interlaced in the words. His accent had gotten thicker and the sound was almost enough for you to drop to your knees.

You raised your chin slightly and put your hands on your hips, fingertips brushing the colourful sequins.

“I’ve learned from the best.”

His chuckle seemed never ending as he kept walking towards you, his long strides making their way towards you faster than you anticipated. 

You jumped back on the bed, feet planted on the soft white duvet that covered the mattress as your towered slightly over him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he grinned as he planted himself in the spot you had escaped from moments earlier. 

“Right,” you laughed at him and shook your head, hands once again finding purpose on your glitter covered hips. “Cause you never tease.”

“Never,” he whispered into the big room, big brown eyes looking up at you as he took small steps towards the edge of the bed. 

Before you knew it his big hands had found their way to the back of your thighs as he anchored himself to you, his thumbs rubbing softly over the smooth skin. “I’m a saint.”

You threw your head back at his words, hands letting go of your hips to grip his shoulders that were still covered in the crisp white shirt he had been wearing to the party.

“A right angel,” he continued, voice getting lower as he started to spread sperotic kisses over the skin of your legs as he slowly made his way up to the hem of your dress.

“You’re full of yourself,” you hummed, your eyelids suddenly feeling heavy the the feeling of his lips travelling to where you had needed him ever since you had kissed him before leaving for the party.

“No idea what you’re talking about,” he echoed his words from moments before, his hands starting to slowly push up the hem of your dress. “Have I told you how much I love this dress?”

His lips started to grow closer to your centre, his warm breath making you shiver at the feeling. 

“A few times,” you sighed and the grip on his shoulders tightened when his lips finally landed on where you needed him. 

His lips stayed attached to the front of your panties but his eyes travelled up to meet yours and you felt your breath halter at the dark look in his eyes. 

You leaned down so you could press a heavy kiss to his waiting lips, your hands finding his jaw as his hands once again went to grip the back of your thighs. The feeling of his slight stubble was enough to make goosebumps appear as his tongue started to move slowly against yours in a familiar dance.

The air was swept out of your lungs when you suddenly felt yourself being lifted up before falling back on the plush bed with your boyfriend standing above you with a smirk on his lips. His hands were still on your thighs after having used them to tip you over with his body standing tall in between your spread knees.

He leaned his body down and connected his lips with yours once again whilst he moved your body further up on the bed with his hands now tight around your waist.

He disconnected from your lips and started a trail down the column of your throat, the feeling of him pressed so tightly up against you was enough for a moan slip past your parted lips.

“You look so fucking good in this dress,” he groaned as his lips locked themselves on a certain spot on your collarbone, his hips pressing into yours as he almost put all of his weight on you. 

Your hand found its way up to the back of his head, the short strands of hair tickling your delicate fingers as they sought purchase anywhere they could.

“Bought it just for you,” you let out around a moan that was quickly followed by a gasp at the sudden feeling of his fingers circling your clit over the lace of your underwear.

“Just for me?” he asked and lifted his head so he could look into your lidded eyes. His hand that wasn’t busy on your clit started to push the dress up so it rested on your hips, the black lace peeking out from underneath.

“Bought it just so you could take it off,” you whispered in his ear, before kissing the sensitive spot beneath it that always made him shutter.

“I love you so fucking much,” he groaned and before you knew it he had pushed your panties to the side, his long fingers gliding over your slick folds with skillful expertice. You threw your head back into the duvet as his fingers pushed into you, filling you up just as perfectly as he always did.

“Kieran,” you moaned, one hand abandoning its place on the back of his head so that it could firmly grab the bed sheets under you. The feeling of his fingers moving in and out of you with a steady pace was enough for your breath to get stuck in your throat and for your orgasm to approach at an embarrassingly fast pace. But when his thumb started to draw lazy circles on your clit you knew it was game over.

The feelings of pleasure crawled over your skin as Kieran’s lips attached themselves to your neck and his free hand gripping your thigh as he continued to move his fingers inside of you, continually hitting the spot inside you that he had only ever been able to reach.

“You like that?” he groaned against your sensitive skin that came alive under the bruising kisses he left behind. “You like it when I hit that spot?” As he said that he seemed to burrow his fingers deeper, making slow movement against your sensitive spot.

“Yes,” you moaned with your eyes screwed shut, the overwhelming feeling making you feel like you were on fire, “I fucking love your fingers baby.”

He continued to massage the spot until he went back to pumping them in and out of you once he was satisfied with the sounds that had escaped your lips.

Your hand landed on the sides of his face as you brought him up from your neck so you could kiss him, but it ended up being your breathless moans and whimpers echoing against his self-satisfied smirk as you came undone beneath him with minimal effort.

He continued to move his fingers as you came down from your orgasm, the overwhelming feeling of him inside of you making you wriggle under him as he started to laugh and slowed down the pace of his attack.

“You’re no fucking saint,” you mumbled as you basked in the feeling of the gentle kisses he left on your cheeks and the way his fingers slipped out of you and gently massaged your inner thigh before it started to travel up your body.

“I might not be,” he whispered as his hand held your jaw gently, some of your juices smearing across your skin before he slipped his fingers into your mouth, your lips wrapping around the digits as you removed any sign of your orgasm from him, “but you’re a fucking angel.”

His fingers left your mouth before they wrapped softly around your throat before kissing away any of the cum that had been smeared on your cheek and jaw.

“I’m gonna fuck you know,” he whispered against your skin before pulling back and giving you a small smile before he leaned down to lay a heavy kiss on your lips.

You used all of your weight to flip him over, so you were laying on his chest with your lips and tongues still dancing together. His hand left your throat and both of them went down to grip your hips where your dress was still bunched up.

You detached your lips from his and started your own trail down his throat, your nimble fingers starting to undo the buttons of his shirt, his bare chest coming into view.

“Not if I fuck you first,” you mumbled against the protruding vein on his neck as you started to press kisses against his bare skin and slowly made your way down his toned abdomen.

“Do your worst,” he mumbled, eyes firmly locked on you as you started to undo the buckle of his belt while gently biting the sensitive skin over the waist of his trousers.

“Trust me honey,” you whispered as your eyes lifted up to meet his as you finally undid his belt and popped the button of his trousers and pulled his zipper down, “I will.”

He threw his head back in the duvet like you had done just moments prior as your lips started to trace the growing bulge in his black briefs, your tongue giving a quick lick before you pulled it back into your mouth. A smile grew on his lips as you saw how he twitched under the material as your warm breath fanned over him.

You looked up at him and subtly nodded down to the clothes barring you from his cock and he was quick in using his hands to push down his trousers and his underwear so they laid across his muscular thighs so you had full access to all of him.

His length sprung out from the confinements, softly slapping against his lower stomach. The size of him always seemed to blow you away, how he always stretched you out in the most delicious way and how he could never quite fit entirely in your mouth no matter how hard you tried.

You pressed a kiss to the base of his cock, smiling against it when it started to twitch again from the smallest of contact. You continued a line of kisses up the length of him as you held him loosely in one of your hands. You reached the top and gave it a small kiss, his precum salty as you licked it from your lips as you heard him groan lowly.

You let him fall back against his stomach, causing him to open his eyes and look down at you only to see you looking him in the eye while dropping a pool of spit on the underside of his cock before you took him in your hand again, slowly moving it up and down with the help of your spit.

He groaned at the slow movement of your hands as your lips continued to dance only millimetres over his tip, his hips bucking up every once in a while, desperate to feel your lips wrap around him but it only led to you giggling softly and your warm breath hitting his slit made goosebumps spread over his skin.

“Put me in your mouth baby,” he said, his voice strained as he kept his eyes firmly locked on you as you continued to torture him with your slow movements.

“Needy boy,” you teased and lowered yourself down but your lips took a detour and started to gently suck small hickeys on the skin of his inner thigh.

“Y/N,” he groaned and covered his face with his hands as he groaned into them at the feeling of your lips marking the most sensitive part of him.

“You always make me beg,” you whispered against his thigh, your eyes on his covered face as you continued the slow movement of your hand. “I think it’s your turn.”

“Baby please,” his voice was strained as he groaned, hands slapping against the duvet and grabbing it tightly in his fists.

“I think you can do better than that,” you hummed before licking a long line along his shaft stopping at the tip with your lips slightly puckered as you glanced up at him again only to be met with his dark eyes.

“Baby,” he almost whimpered, the feeling of your hand slowly getting him off feeling like torture when he knew how much pleasure you could give him with your soft lips.

“Come on Kieran,” you teased, giving his cock a firm squeeze to coax it out of him before returning to the steady rhythm.

“Love, please, please take me in your mouth I beg you plea-” before he could finish the sentence he was already halfway down your throat, his pleading words being replaced by a breathless moan.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned and let his hands find the back of his head as he gathered your hair in a messy ponytail, aiding you in bobbing your head up and down, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat every time.

The part of him that couldn’t fit into your mouth was covered by your hand, the combined feeling was almost enough to send Kieran to heaven, just like it always did when he was lucky enough to get your mouth on him.

“You’re so good,” he whispered and kept a firm grip of your hair as tears slowly started to form in your eyes at the feeling of him filling your mouth. You pulled your mouth off of him and took a deep breath, with your hand now making fast work on his length as a string of spit still connected your lips to the tip of his cock. “I’m close,” he groaned with his hands balled into fist and covering his eyes, his hips bucking up to meet the fast, steady rhythm of your hand.

At his words you removed your hand from him before sitting back on your heels, as he opened his eyes and looked at you with wide confused eyes, his chest heaving up and down as he tried to control his breathing.

“Not yet,” you whispered before moving backwards so you could place your feet on the wooden floor. You felt a slight shiver travel up your spine at the coldness beneath your feet. Your thumbs pulled at the waistband of your panties, his honey eyes following your every movement. You slowly peeled them off of your hips and let them drop down around your feet before you stepped out of them. You shimmered the skirt of your dress back down so the hem once again landed around your thighs.

You stepped up on the bed again, your feet burying in the cloud beneath you as you took small steps over towards your boyfriend before standing with your feet on either side of your boyfriend’s hips.

He looked up at you with the darkest and hungriest eyes that you had ever seen for him, his rough hands rubbing up and down your bare calves.

“Are you gonna fuck me baby?” He asked, his voice low and his accent more pronounced as his air was laying over his forehead, sticking to it slightly from the sweat.

“I think you deserve it,” you smiled down at him sweetly before dropping down to your knees so your bare pussy was hovering over his lower stomach. You leaned up and braced your hands on either side of his head before leaning down to give him a small kiss while he brought a hand up so he could remove some of the makeup that had smeared around your eyes from the scandalous endeavours.

You sat back and reached behind you so you could grab a hold of his spit covered cock and started to rub it against your wet folds, both of you sighing at the welcomed feeling. You started to sit down on him slowly, his dick stretching you out in the most fantastic way, the feeling sending sparks over your spine as you lowered yourself inch by inch.

You put your hands on his chest and bit your lip with your head thrown back, nails scratching against his soft skin.

That was all before you were pushed forward by Kieran pushing all of him into you, his cock filling you to the brim as tears started to form in your eyes again at the surprise. You fell against his chest while he thrusted into you with his knees bent, his hips going at an unimaginable pace that left you with nothing but the fire of pleasure licking over your skin and pathetic moans and whimpers falling from your lips.

“You were too slow,” he said as he started to lift the fabric of your dress so that it sat around your waist, so his hands could rest on your ass and help you stay steady as he kept thrusting into you.

“I was trying to savour it,” you managed to get out over the moans and whimpers of his name that left your lips that were pressed against his stubble covered neck.

“Yeah?” He asked and started to slow down his pace, lips inching closer to your ear as you worked together as you went down to meet his forceful thrusts. You hummed in agreement, happy to finally be able to think somewhat straight. “Well,” he started before pressing a small kiss against your cheekbone, “you’re gonna remember it tomorrow at least.”

Before you knew it he quickened the pace leaving you a crying mess in the process. The feeling of him hitting the same spot inside of you as he did earlier all while stretching you so well was always enough to leave you a mess but with the fastness and the force of thrusts you were left reeling only left for him to devour.

You moved your upper body so that you could press your mouth against his cheek as moans continued to spill from you. He turned his face so his lips could brush over yours, his groans and grunts getting mixed with your whines and whimpers as the sound of skin hitting skin filled the dark room.

Your hand moved from where it was resting on his bare chest and lifted itself so it could wrap around the base of his neck. In the midst of the relentless thrust you lifted your eyes and saw how his eyes closed when you applied just the smallest of pressure against the skin, his veins popping as he started to breathe even harder.

You slowly started to push yourself up so you weren’t lying on his chest with your hair falling around you like a curtain, keeping anyone from interrupting the moment. You hand stayed around his neck as the other was splayed out over his bare chest, the faint spreckle of chest hair tickling your fingertips.

He started to slow down his thrusts as he opened his eyes again and looked up at you and smiled at the pleasure that was painted on your face as you slowly started to settle your own pace, your hips sliding down to meet his at a toe curling speed. That combined with your hand softly squeezing his  neck was enough for his eyes to roll into the back of his head.

“You take me so well,” he groaned as you slided down just a tad bit further, sitting on him fully as you started to move your hip in small circles, making him hit the spot inside of you over and over.

“You’re so big,” you moaned as your head fell forward and looked at how you grinded against him, the action stimulating your clit and almost making you see stars.

“The biggest?” He asked with a cocky grin on his lips and you wanted to smack it off his lips when you raised your eyes to look at his self-satisfied face. But instead you settled on squeezing his dick inside of you as well as tightening your hand around his throat, which made a pathetic whimper leave his pink lips.

“You’re intolerable,” you said as you stopped your grinding and started to bounce up and down on him again, some of your juices gliding down his cock when you lifted yourself off of him completely before sitting back down on him quickly.

“Really?” He asked with furrowed brows but a teasing smile on his lips. “I don’t think you would have my cock in yo-” 

Before he could finish his sentence you interrupted him again, this time by raising your hand and putting two of your fingers in his mouth to silence him and his cocky comments. He sucked on your digits with his eyes locked on where you went down on him over and over again, his eyes blown out and his cheeks flushed.

“As I said,” you whimpered as you started to fasten your pace while your fingers were in his mouth, “intolerable.”

At your comment he raised his hips and met yours with a forceful thrust that caused a loud moan of his name to tumble from your lips.

His hips started to slowly meet your thrust with his own, the two of you chasing your highs together with your moans and his grunts mixing together in a symphony that he wanted to record and keep on repeat in his mind forever.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whined and started to go slack against him, slowly lowering your body so that he could take over and leave you to bathe in the euphoric high that was about to crash over you like the waves on the shore.

One of his big hands came up to hold the back of your neck as you buried your head in his neck. “Cum baby,” he mumbled into your hair and his eyes screwed shut when he felt you let go as you came around him, his name falling from your lips like a mantra.

He felt his release rapidly approaching, his hips chasing his high as you laid on top of him and pressed kisses to his neck while mumbling words of encouragement until he finally spilled inside of you with your name glued to his lips.

Both of you laid in silence as you tried to get your breathing to calm down, your chests heaving against one another.

“That sure was something,” he mumbled into your hair as he ran his hand over the back of your dress that was still covering your body.

You hummed against him before removing your face from his neck and leaned up to press a loving kiss to his lips with your hand caressing the short beard.

You mumbled something against his lips but it was muffled by his own lips that tried to constantly seek out yours. “What did you say?” He asked and let his eyes open to look into yours as you pulled away.

“You didn’t even take my dress off,” you laughed softly and gently pulled on the hem of your dress for emphasis.

Kieran joined in on your laughter and slowly raised his body off of the bed so he sat up with you in his lap. “Sorry my love,” he mumbled and started to carefully peel the material off of your body and over your head and threw it to the side, paying no mind to where it landed.

His eyes found the flimsy black bra that matched the panties that you had discarded earlier and he had to swallow the lump in his throat as he felt his dick twitch at the sight of your nipple straining against the lace.

“Kieran,” you said and lifted his face slightly so that his honey eyes met yours in the dark room.

“Up for round two?” he asked, his voice muffled in the sound of your laughter as he flipped you over on the bed, head already buried in your neck once again.

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[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 :)

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[kierantierney3]

I would like to request Kt x reader - date nights, if you're up for writing it. Thank you!

I love my Kt girlies on here 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Also there is no time frame on these just random types of date nights.

Masterlist

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Restaurant date night

yourusername

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yourusername Date night with bae 😍

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user Who?????? is?????? it??????

user I’m so happy for you 🥹

kierantierney 😘

Beach date

yourusername

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yourusername Definitely belong on a beach 🏖️

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kierantierney My girl❗️❗️

user Hope you were playing mermaid 🧜‍♀️

user My favourite wag

user Okay but no one talking about how she definitely belongs in spain????? 🇪🇸

Paris date night

liked by kierantierney, esr and 210,290 others

yourusername 24 hours in Paris making special memories with my baby. 🩷

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kierantierney My soulmate ❤️

user I want what they have 😭😭😭

user How sweet 🥹

user I love how they are a private but public kind of relationship.

Birthday date night

yourusername

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yourusername It’s my birthday ahhhhhhhh! Thank you for the special message i’m spending it with my boyfriend 🩷

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aaronramsdale Happy birthday Y/n!!

^yourusername Thank you 🤩 ^ user Happy birthday queen 👸

user HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYY

Mini golf

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yourusername Turns out i’m very good at mini golf and can kick anyone’s butt! including famous footballer Kieran Tierney!!

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kierantierney Didn’t need the caption but ok 👍🏻

^yourusername Had to show everyone your golf lessons didn’t work 😘^

user Women power 🤣

user okay she’s not messing around with the name dropping.

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Hope this is ok and what you were roughly looking for! Also to anyone who reads this please send me in some face claims i really struggle with this and wanted to make sure im being as inclusive as i can be don’t want anyone to feel left out!

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[fletchysohot]

II.

Sleepy Kisses

Lil' 1.2k sleepy pondering about Kieran idk what else to tell you lot

As far as new relationships go dating someone who had a schedule just as busy as yours had been hard to say the least. It was almost like the two of you were just two ships in the night most of the time, having to settle for mostly FaceTime calls and texts. That had not kept you from falling head over heals for Kieran in just a few months. His accent didn’t help much when it came to not seeing heart eyes. The two of you had finally found a night where you were both free and in London. You had been dying to have a proper date night, but the thought of paparazzi’s and prying eyes had instantly put both of you off the thought of going out in public. You wanted to savour the intimacy of the honeymoon period without speculation about what this was even before either of you had the answer that question for yourselves. 

So when Kieran had offered a movie night at his apartment you had jumped at the opportunity. On paper it was the perfect date idea for both of you. However what you did not account for was that both you and Kieran were exhausted from traveling, games, training and work. So when one movie had turned into a mini marathon both of you had fallen asleep on the couch, tangled together into a mess of limbs. 

You both woke up in the middle of the night looking at each other grinning at each other. Originally the plan had been for you to drive home after the movie but now was too late for that. Kieran had suggested you just sleep at here, he even offered to take the couch while you enjoyed the comfort of his big bed. You had called him a muppet for even thinking that you didn’t want to spend the night tucked safely in his arms, breathing in his scent, wearing one of his old t-shirts,

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When you woke up the early morning sun filled the room with a pale light, making everything seem quiet and peaceful. You opened your eyes letting them adjust to the light. The room around you was quiet, filled only with the hum of distant traffic mixed with the slow and steady breaths of the sleeping man next to you. 

You watched as his sculpted chest rose rhythmically, his lips slightly ajar. You could lay here and watch him sleep forever, you thought. You wanted to spend eternity studying the way his rosy cheeks faded into the pale skin of his cheekbones. Your hand twitched at the urge to run your fingertips along the porcelain like skin draped over his boyish features. You bit your lip, holding your breath, when his eyes fluttered under his closed lids for a second, worried he would wake up and catch you staring, but much to your delight he did not stir awake instead letting out a content hum. A sigh of bliss escaped your lips at the chance to spend just a little while longer admiring your sleeping boyfriend. You wanted to savour each inch of his body, meticulously filing away each inch of Kieran in your memory. You wanted to be able to recall each freckle and every mole that covered his body even when the two of you were apart. To trace them like consolations in your mind whenever you couldn’t manage to fall asleep and counting sheep seemed redundant. You wanted to map out the way his slender fingers fell on to the blanket, how his arms bled into those strong shoulders, how the muscles that shaped his chest moved with each breath. 

You allowed yourself the luxury to get lost in the way his hair was a mess atop his head, loose strands falling against his forehead, framing his brow perfectly. He would probably say he needed a haircut, but all you thought he needed in this moment was your fingers tangled in his locks. 

He looked like a statue that may belong in the Louvre or Vatican museum. Perfectly still and breathtakingly beautiful, most certainly crafted by the hands of the most talented artist on the globe. The only thing indicating he was not cut from marble, shaped specially for you was the boyish pink of his cheeks and lips. His lips. They looked much like a juicy peach would, sweet and delectable on a hot summer day.  

All you wanted in this moment was to hold his perfect statuesque face and taste those lips. To kiss him till you were both breathless, for the only sound filling the room to be both of you gasping for breath, grinning like idiots. However you did not want to wake him, to disturb the beautiful sight of his serene state. To intrude on something as celestial and pure as this moment, seeing him illuminated by the morning sun, much like if he was some mystical being sent to walk amongst the living. 

You shifted closer to him, trying your best to not disturb him, wanting to soak up the warmth his beauty was emitting, your faces inches apart. His breath hitting your body, creating the familiar tingle of goosebumps appearing wherever it hit your skin. You would only need to move a millimetre to connect your lips. To taste him, let him fill you with a sense of life and belonging. But instead your eyes scanned the way his lashes curled, the way his nose curved, the way his perfect lips curved.

“I swear if you don’t do it I will” Kieran’s scratchy morning voice sapped you out of your trance making your cheeks burn with embarrassment. His eyes were still closed as a lazy smile danced on his lips.  

You didn’t reply, not trusting your brain to form a sentence in your embarrassed state. 

“Well?” He asked opening his eyes, rising an eyebrow.

The moment your eyes met his you could swear you were a goner. You felt like you had died and gone straight to heaven. You were usually weak in the knees for his glance, but something about the way he looked at the moment, innocent and pure, the softness of sleep still evident in his hazel eyes, made you lose any ability to think. Maybe it had something to do with the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world, like you had hung the stars in the sky. You wanted to wake up to this every single day for the rest of your life.

You opened your mouth but no words came out, making Kieran chuckle. He leaned forward connecting your lips. Your hands instantly cupped his jaw as you felt a grin spread against your lips. You felt like the world around the two of you disappeared and this moment of pure bliss would never end. The way his lips lazily moved against yours, with no rush making your heart skip a beat. And at that moment, in the privacy of Kieran’s bedroom you knew there was no way back. You had fallen in love and there was nothing in the world that could change that. 

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[footballerimaginess]

Credit to @keepscrollinghun for the gif x  Hayley Does Halloween  Photo Imagine Series | 3. Aesthetic Photo  Kieran Tierney  Word Count: 292  [This photo is taken from Pinterest, credit to that person. This series is where I take Pinterest photos and be inspired by them] You had just finished decorating the house for autumn before Kieran had come home from training. Each time you have done the decorating, Kieran was very unamused by it and took no part in the decorations around the house.  “What the fuck?” Kieran shouted as he walked through the house about an hour later. “Babe? You have gone a bit over board for this no?” Kieran laughed as you glared straight at him. “No, I thought I was quite good with this one this year. Are you not a fan?” you asked him.  “Nope” he laughed. “Oh” you pouted as you stood up. “I didn’t even put these cute fairy lights. But do you not think it is aesthetically pleasing like when you come into the house” you asked him.   “I don’t think so, but it is fine. I don’t mind it” He laughed. “Wait don’t change ya tune now Kier, I have taken some cute photos though. You said you didn’t like it and now you are suddenly a fan” you rolled your eyes.  “I didn’t say that, don’t be jumping to conclusions” Kieran laughed. “Kieran, you don’t deserve my pumpkins” you huffed at him again as you put up the fairy lights in the living room.  “Only you would put this much effort into decorating the house. It isn’t even Christmas” he laughed. “Many people do, they appreciate it. Unlike you Mr Kieran Tierney” you groaned as he grabbed you around the waist as he kissed your neck. “Come here, spoil sport. I was just kidding its cute, just like you” you tried to wriggle from his grasp. “Thanks, but you aren’t getting away with it that quickly” you laughed at him. “You know you will” he teased you again.  Taglist: @footballffbarbiex @evie-pr @sanchos-dream @meteora-fc @mrsmctominay @penguintransporter @football-and-fanfics @footballdaydream @hotyeehawman @trentski26 @footballxixstars @hazardybala @yagetintoit​ @chilly-me-softly​ @pickfordsmount​ @kingneyney​ @bellinghamsbitch​ @mrspulisic10​ (these tags carry on from the baby series, please let me know if you want to still be on the list)

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