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fitfootballers · 2 years
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Kieran Tierney 🔥
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woso-scotland · 14 days
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Bring back the anniversary kit for the euro's this is what a stunning kit looks like
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fletchysohot · 10 months
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VI.
Oh how I miss her! (feat. Andy Robertson)
Lil cheeky request from @yellowkitkieran because sometimes we all need someone else hold down the fort and write about our fave people for us so we don't have to. Kieran at Scotland camp, missing his girlfriend so bad he decides to get a 2nd opinion from a teammate about how to woo a girl. Cute and sweet.
Hope you are all enjoying int break!
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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. 
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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.”
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xivdl · 4 months
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oh andy, andy
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my muse:
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sezzlelot · 1 year
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There’s my Scotsman reporting for Euros duty, what a fine captain 😍🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿
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scotianostra · 1 year
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I do like this new top that is coming soon a lot I,  also know I will not be able to afford it lol
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eyesupchilsy · 1 year
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Huge win for me and the other Robbo girlies 😼
LFC x LeBron
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scownt · 1 year
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How to say you're Scottish without saying you're Scottish
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slightly-teambuilding · 11 months
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if i haven't made ticket application yet, is it possible to make one on december 2 when sales start again?
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fitfootballers · 1 year
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Andy Robertson 🔥
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woso-scotland · 20 days
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So these are supposedly the new Scotland kits for the euro's this summer. If so, that away kit is a stunner take my money please
That home kit is though is utter garbage who their right mind thought random geometric patterns represents Scotland deserves the fucking sack it's awful
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fletchysohot · 1 year
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II.
Sleepy Kisses
Lil' 1.2k sleepy pondering about Kieran idk what else to tell you lot
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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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tommyspeakycap · 2 years
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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
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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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hspn · 2 years
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Chelsea group of death
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Brother: Of course we get England. I could have called that.
Me: Pulisic, Mason, Reece, and Conor will all somehow hurt each other.
Brother: In the pre-match handshake.
Me: Or trash talking each other on Whatsapp before the match.
Later:
Me: Oh, Billy or Ampadu might be in this group, too. Chelsea group of death.
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I could watch this on repeat all day, what a fiend Erin I love you 
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