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the way i thought of u right after the game ended 😭😭

you fully should've won the second half was awful from us 😭😭 it was an emotional rollercoaster

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var doing villa a favour is so wild to me bc it's hated us since it was created

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OH VAR

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an own goal?? robin olsen count your days

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oh you starboy

#villa

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reblog to give a plushie to the person you reblogged this from

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i lit wished for them to score an og 😭😭😭😭

keep manifesting pls 😝

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I JUST REALISED VILLA IS THE ONLY ENGLISH CLUB STILL PLAYING EUROPEAN FOOTY 😭😭😭

cause we're the best 💪🏻

#but it puts pressure on 4th place now 😒😒

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unai emery always wearing a different coat is so iconic he looks like a mob boss

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starting matty cash?? unai when i catch you

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SUNSET KISSES

a/n: you and Jude are attending a wedding in Italy near Lake Como, having the time of your life, celebrating love. Potentially a few hits get dropped by Jude about your future? :) small fyi - it’s been a while since I have written anything so please be mindful and my apologies about being slightly rusty. Hopefully I’ll get back into writing since I miss it dearly. I did not proof read this. reblogs are highly appreciated <3

warnings: none. pure and sickening fluff.

word count: 1395 words

It was a beautiful summer evening. Mid June. The light breeze coming from the Lake Como made your light purple dress flow in the wind, delicately exposing your thigh. It had a light slit on the side, the top half of the dress hugged your curves nicely, it had only one strap, leaving your other shoulder exposed to the setting sun still warmed up the evening. 

You and Jude were at your friends’ wedding reception. The new family decided to get married in Italy since the husband was part Italian. You weren’t complaining though. No one could pass on an opportunity to visit the country of pasta, pizza, aperos spritz and gelato. Now you weren’t alone. Your boyfriend, Jude, tagged along. After all he knew the people who got married too and he wasn’t just your plus one. It felt amazing to have a few days from your everyday routine - this trip allowed you to escape university, whilst Jude had a whole weekend off. That happened rarely. Being here with your boyfriend, celebrating love? Nothing could ruin your weekend.

“It’s lovely, isn’t it?” suddenly Jude’s voice appeared next to you, pulling you out of your daydream as you dozed off watching the water of Lake Como move. Then you felt a far too familiar arm snake around your waist, pulling you into his side. Jude wore a black suit with a white button up. Classy but boy did he look handsome and you loved your man in clothes like this. They fit him like a glove. 

A small hum bubbled past your lips agreeing with Jude as you glanced over at him. “Thanks for com-“ but Jude cut you off by shaking his head and letting a small chuckle bubble past his plump lips.

“Don’t thank me. I am not tired to travel with you and spend time with you. I am having fun here with you and you’ve got nothing to worry about.” he reassured you before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger on your skin.

Before coming there you were slightly worried, that you were ‘forcing’ Jude to go with you. In your head he was tired and he probably should’ve spent those free days resting at home. It already killed you seeing him constantly wrapped up in his shoulder brace. Of course you wanted him to come but you also cared about Jude’s well-being.

“Alright, alright… I’m just happy we are here.” You sighed softly and nudged his jaw gently with your nose. 

Eventually the two of you wandered back to the party where everyone else was laughing, dancing, talking, drinking. No cameras besides the ones focused on the bride and the groom, no paparazzi. An opportunity to let lose and relax for you and Jude. As you grabbed a champagne glass and brought it to your lips, you felt Jude’s hand drag you onto the dance floor. A small gasp left your lips as you furrowed your eyebrows. 

“Jude, I nearly spilled the champagne all over me.” You grumbled whilst your boyfriend only grinned at you and took the champagne glass from you.

“Sorry, but it didn’t spill and we have to dance to this song.” He said cheekily, as ‘Unwritten’ by Natasha Bedingfield echoed through the garden. 

You couldn’t help but playfully roll your eyes at the sight of your clearly slightly tipsy boyfriend. His blazer was long gone by now laying near your table, the few top buttons of his shirt were undone, his lips looking plump and delicious as always and his eyes were slightly glossy what made it look like they sparkled.

“We watched ‘Anyone but You’ once and it was a hoooooorrible movie.” You giggled whilst Jude only mocked you and twirled you, before pulling you into his chest. 

“Let me have my moment, woman. Just dance with me.” Your boyfriend teased and lowered his head to playfully bite your cheek which made you squirm in his hold and blush.

Jude’s arm tightened around you as the two of you danced like two fools, singing along to a very cheesy song whilst people around you did the exact same. 

“Don’t you think we are kind of like Bae and Ben right now? Dancing at our friends’ wedding?” Jude asked, trying to hold back his laugh. Now this question made you snort out a laugh before you pulled him lower by the collar of his shirt and pressed a long kiss to his lips.

Jude obviously returned that, letting his fingertips squeeze your waist. Suddenly you felt him smile against your lips like an absolute idiot.

“What was that for?” He asked quietly now, so only you could hear, even though no one could possibly hear the two of you over the music.

“I’d like to think that this is a Y/n and Jude moment. Not Bea and Ben. Make it ours.” You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pecking Jude’s lips one more time. 

Jude’s brown eyes watched you as you spoke, whilst the two of you kept on moving to the music. 

“You are so cheesy.” Your boyfriend commented which made you squeeze the back of his neck.

“Look who is talking. I am not the one who dragged me on the dance floor to dance to ‘Unwritten’ and pretty much cited one of the worst movies of this decade.” You shot back playfully.

“Feisty. I like that.” Jude snickered and sneakily gave your butt a light slap.

“Jude!” You whisper-yelled. “People are here!” You slightly glared at your boyfriend, not wanting to seem inappropriate. Now Jude cut your small protests off by kissing you. Slowly and lovingly. Keeping you close and not letting you move away from him. Watching his friends get married made him feel warm on the inside. It made him fall in love with you all over again during this trip. And that gave him ideas of his own. He wanted to marry you. He wanted to be a family with you, he wanted to travel the world with you and tell everyone that you were his wife. His forever.

“Shhhh… No one cares. Everyone is too focused on themselves, plus they only care about the bride and the groom. No offence.” The brown eyed boy joked. 

“None taken.” You smiled against his lips and slightly pulled back looking up at him. 

“I love you… So so much.” Jude sighed and moved the two of you off the dance floor to a more private corner, away from the people. His warm large hand rested on the side of your face, his thumb gracefully tracing your cheek bone and then lower lip, before pulling it back. 

“I love you too… So so much. You know that, love.” You said softly, almost scared to ruin this delicate and sweet moment. 

Jude’s piercing eyes watched you for a moment before he sucked in a breath, his chest rising and falling, almost like he got the courage to say what he was about to say.

“You know…” he trailed off and glanced at the bride and groom sitting at their table and giggling like two high schooler in love. “This could be us one day…” your boyfriend said gently then glanced back down at you. 

You knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Jude, but you haven’t talked about marriage just yet. You froze for a moment watching your friends. You could feel Jude’s eyes on you, trying to ready you and figure out what was brewing in that mind of yours. 

“You’d like that?” You asked softly and finally met your boyfriend’s gaze. Jude didn’t even blink before he nodded. “What about you?” He asked after a small pause. 

You exhaled shakily and bit the inside of your cheek. The answer was yes. Obviously. But you were slightly scared for some reason. Maybe because back when you were a little girl you didn’t think it was actually possible to live the fairy tale and live happily ever after? 

“I’d love that.. Not next week or month but I’d love that, Jude.” You finally answered which made your boyfriend grin and kiss you like you were his air and his life. And god. In all honesty? You were Jude’s air, life and hope. He loved you. More than anyone else in the world. 

#what must i do to achieve this life #im begging #fic recs 🍒

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Declan Rice’s girlfriend should be allowed to beat men with hammers btw

#lauren fryer is so beautiful i love her

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oh my poor baby 😭

anyways hope the boys destroy chels bc they (poch and our brainless american owner) fucking deserves it <3333333333

I've had enough of our injuries 😒😒 hope the our wins are gonna make us slay 🕺

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floor time save me. floor time. save me floor time

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not now mom i’m wasting my life on a website the entire internet believes to be dead

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has unai said anything about my brainless italian dummie? 🥺

he's not available for tomorrow :(