#england fc

[macallisters]

good lord

#liverpool fc #liverpool #lfc #england fc #trent alexander arnold #taa #football

[clov3sr]

Wholly | j. bellingham

. a/a — I. love. the. idea. of. mean. couples. Like oh my fucking. BRO.

. c/t w(s) — fem!reader, little spicy nothing crazy chill out, very haphazardly proofread so no promises

. ♫ — make me better; Fabolous, Ne-Yo

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 2:22 ─────ㅇ─── 4:13

—— "the right when I'm wrong, so I never slip; show me how to move, that's why I never trip."

𓆩♱𓆪 THE BAR WAS crowded, riddled with drunk patrons attempting to flag down the bartenders. Jude much preferred the solitude of his private section, but from the bar he could watch you tap the pads of your fingers against your exposed thigh, teasingly looking down at him with that sly smirk that he's beyond proud to say came from him. He's used to hearing dire threats of a man's ego mutilating into fatal hubris, but he can't relate it to being your man; There can only be good that stems from knowing he's the only one who gets to inch his hand up your little dress, dragging his teeth across the sensitive skin of your neck. He's the only one who knows how much more overwhelmingly intoxicating your perfume is compared to the drinks he's getting for the two of you. and you're the only one who gets to scratch lightly at the base of his neck and grip his bicep, a warning of your very public location. There's not much else he can say looks as good on you as pure confidence and trust in him.

So much trust that when girls inevitably approach him, he watches as that coy smile widens eagerly, and his eyes don't — can't — leave yours.

He wholly belongs to you.

The hand that slaps his own is rougher than the usual groupies because it's not one. Instead, he glances momentarily to see another man leaning back against the bar counter with him, one who's not even looking at Jude, but straight upwards at you.

"Pretty as hell," is all he leadingly mumbles, and Jude scoffs a bit in annoyance, but it's lost on the former male.

"Yep." He spits in response. Your eyebrows lower slightly in confused amusement. Jude tilts his head up disapprovingly and shakes his head slowly; he adores the silent communication the two of you have developed naturally.

"What're the chances I can bag that?" the anonymous male chuckles, and Jude can feel the thin thread of his patience shearing by the millisecond.

"Zero."

This earns him an entertained grin, and Jude wants to throw his head back in exasperation right then and there. He's heard enough of your stories to know where this is going,

"That a challenge, man?"

It's so infuriating that he can't disprove you when you proclaim that men are trash.

"It was not." His eyes are still on yours, and by the way they degrade in brilliance with every word, you can tell he's not enjoying whatever conversation he's having. Unlike Jude, you find it extremely amusing, covering your mouth as you giggle. His expression is always so telling, and this guy is apparently so dense that he can't tell. That, or it's because the stranger's eyes haven't left you either, so he probably just hasn't seen it yet.

"Dressed like that? All alone in a section? Those types are easy. Just need a bit of attention."

Jude can feel the familiar heat of boiling anger bubble in his chest, but he quells it just barely. He could make his PR team hate their job tonight, but he won't be able to stop himself from rolling his eyes if he has to hear Hendo's fatherly scolding about it. He won't act in the way he desperately wants to, but he does need this guy to shut the hell up immediately.

"She's a woman, not a rescue dog. Watch your fucking mouth."

The man looks over in offense, obviously just now realizing that Jude is not the random bonding type of guy. He shakes his head, as if deciding to let Jude off easy, and pushes himself off the counter. While he begins to strut over to your section, he fixes his posture and pulls his shirt down in an attempt to neaten it.

Just after he takes his leave, the bartender makes it to Jude with a hurried apology, which he assures is unnecessary, and asks for the bottle you both prefer. Two in hand, he's seconds behind the stranger on the way toward you.

"Hello, beautiful."

The prior playfulness that you wore on your face was immediately infected with aversion, your eyes finally leaving Jude to look up at the guy standing over you. Oh, he doesn't know. Shame.

"Hi?" you pull your crossed legs in towards yourself, tilting your body direction anywhere but towards him. He won't get the hint, you've been through too many situations like this to believe he will, but it still makes you feel slightly less revolted regardless.

"You're too hot to be sittin' up here alone, yeah?" He's slurring his words, and you're sure if you were closer you could smell the stench of alcohol and cheap cologne, but the thought of being that close makes you shudder uncomfortably. To your satisfaction, you see Jude emerge with your favorite drink in both hands, and he provokingly sits them on the glass table with a purposeful clink.

"Hmm," your fingertip taps your bottom lip ironically, and for a brief second, you wonder where this side of you came from. There is just something about Jude's conviction that you're his that makes any attempt at you criminally insolent. You'll make sure anybody who tries to get at you or Jude, and everybody around them, know never to try moronic shit like this again, "I am, aren't I?"

Jude frustratingly collapses at your side, practically on top of you, and automatically resumes his position kissing fervidly down your jawline. Occasionally, he'll spend longer on a particular spot, accompanying it with a taunting squeeze of his large hand around your smooth thigh, even as it inches farther up by the second. He's still aware enough, however, to allow you to lean forward a little and grab the neck of your bottle and your glass. He smiles for the first time since this altercation when he hears your breath hitch in pleasure, legs tensing slightly in seek of friction.

As you somehow manage to pour the drink into your glass without spilling it, your eyes dart back up coldly to the man who's still standing there like a deer in headlights. You almost feel bad, but Jude's fingers begin digging into your thigh again, and any mercy you had is stripped away instantaneously. Maybe he's a bad influence in this way, but it's a thrill you wouldn't give up for anything. Your eyebrows furrow in judgment, your nose scrunching up just to seal the look of pure disgust.

Jude's hand leaves your thigh, and you sigh disappointingly at the loss of warmth and pressure. The displeasure is soon sidelined, though, when that hand flicks twice towards the man, a blatant fuck you, shoo, and then returns to rubbing up and down your side. It's like Jude knows just how to spur you on, how to weed out that twinge of evil that you're sure originates from your mother's side. Right now, you decide you want to reward him for giving you that spirit, reciprocally assure him you wholly belong to him, and it's that conviction that laces your spitting tongue with a ruinous venom,

"Why're you still here, freak?"

. a/pn(s) — Mean. Couples. ahehehaha.

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[judes-hoe]

C-CK!

He’s such a tease🙄

#jude bellingham #england fc #england #he needs to be stopped #he’s a tease

[l4ndown-under]

✨England players and their choice of hot drinks ✨

Trent: Ask ramers if he's got a selfish coffee 😭

Nobody gave Fikayo the memo that he could get one 🥲

And walks first experience with a macchiato

#trents so adorable #england #england fc #trent alexander arnold #harry kane #walks #fikayo #harry maguire #marcus rashford #bukayo saka #kyle walker #jordan pickford #phil foden

[infinityerlingx]

Winner

pairing - mason mount x (fem)reader

plot - y/n plays for the women’s national team, scoring the winning goal for the euro final

genre - fluff

It felt like time had stopped for a few seconds as the ball hit your feet and you had no choice but to shoot, two of the other teams defenders racing towards you. You hit the ball, praying to god that it was going to go in. The ball went in slow motion, making its way towards the net.

The eruption of cheers is what made you snap from your trance, the ball had slipped from the goalkeepers hands, hitting the back of the net with such force.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. The girls shouting your name all bounding over to you, in which you took off in a run, celebrating your goal. You had done it, you had scored the winning goal of possibly the biggest game of your life. Leah Williamson instantly took you into her arms, lifting you up from the ground, giving you the biggest hug you had ever felt. The rest of the girls doing the same, all of them cheering at you and hugging you tightly.

The last 10 minutes of the game dragged on, the stress to make sure that the opposing team didn’t score again. Trying to keep the win to your side, not wanting your near win snatched away.

When the final whistle blew, your heart dropped. You had done it. You had won. You instantly tan for Leah, your closest friend in the squad, engulfing her in the biggest hug you ever could.

Mason was watching in the stands. Cheering alongside his teammate Phil Foden, however his eyes were struck on you. You scored the winning goal, bringing you to be the European Winners. Mason had tears in his eyes watching you, he was so proud of his girl. Phil gave him a tight hug, the pair of them cheering louder than they ever had.

You and the girls couldn’t calm down your excitement, all pulling each other into hugs whenever you saw one another. Then came the trophy ceremony, you stood near the front, watching as Leah carried the trophy over to the middle of the stage. You all erupted into loud cheers as the trophy was lifted.

“This one’s for you” Leah smiled, passing you the trophy “Our goal scorer” She smiled as you lifted the trophy high above your head. Happy tears streaming down your face.

Mason had made his way down to the pitch, stood in the tunnel, watching as you did your post-match interview, a smile on his face as you spoke so quickly, wanting to join the girls back as they were doing the rounds, clapping the fans. He decided on waiting in the tunnel until you had done your rounds, wanting to join when the other families would.

You jogged back to Lucy’s side, strolling around the pitch, clapping the fans and waving to a couple of children that were shouting your name. Sweet Caroline playing in the background, making the win feel extra special. You engaged in a few pictures with the girls, holding the trophy between a few of you, smiling as the camera went off.

“Fancy a picture?” You heard a male voice speak, a voice you recognised. Passing the trophy back to Jill, you spun around meeting Mason. You couldn’t even think before you were pulled into a tight hug, Mason’s arms snaking around your waist, yours around his neck, his head nuzzled into the crook of your neck. He lifted you slightly off the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist, his hands under your thighs keeping you up. He placed you back down to the ground after a minute or so. You pulled away from the hug, however your arms didn’t leave his neck, his finding their place on your hips. Your faces mere inches from each other.

“I'm so proud of you. So proud” He smiled, his eyes creasing at the sides.

“We did it Mason, we actually did it” You spoke excitedly.

“I knew you could” He spoke again, his lips finding yours in a soft kiss. “Y/N L/N, the Euro’s winning goal scorer, that’s got a nice ring to it” He spoke as he pulled away, which brought a blush to your cheeks.

“I can’t believe I actually scored it Mason, I’m so happy” You replied, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“You deserved it so much baby” He told you truthfully. Leaning down to give you another kiss, your lips brushing together softly, not wanting to take it any further, in front of millions of people. “Now, how about you go enjoy yourself with the girls for a while and then I take you back to the hotel and celebrate even more?” He winked suggestively.

“That sounds very very tempting Mason” You replied, smirking at his words.

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[loooresloveletters]

This is so cute😔

#liverpool #premier league #trent alexander arnold #jude bellingham #real madrid #england fc

[bellinghamism]

Jude singing while the rest of the team dies, something tells me he was forced 😭😭 “JUDE!!!”

#jude bellingham #bvb #borussia dortmund #bvb dortmund #football #dortmund #england fc #bvb09 #england football #giovanni reyna

[thequietabsolute]

Sir Bobby ✨

1937 — 2023

#bobby charlton #sir bobby charlton #football #england fc #Manchester United fc #died this day

[ferrarer17]

Couldn’t agree more.

#rachel daly #women’s football #england football #england fc #lionesses #football association #sarina wiegman #tennis #football #football player #tennis player #equality #women’s sports #striker #defender #wembley #lgbtpeople #lgbtq nation #lgbtq rights #women’s rights #equality for all #equality for women

[kililvr]

mood

#england fc #jude bellingham

[macallisters]

NEW - Trent Alexander Arnold during an England FC press conference 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 📸

#liverpool fc #liverpool #lfc #england fc #england nt #trent alexander arnold #taa #football #internationals

[clov3sr]

Break up with Your Girlfriend. | Jude Bellingham

♢ — author annotations: I live for aggressive y/ns. I do. esto es para mis amores afrolatinos bc that's who I had in mind while making this, <3

♤ — c/t w(s): cheating! Dancer!reader and not proofread bc I'm lazy

♧ — synopsis: He justifies it by reminding himself: he was going to break up with her anyway.

♫ — music inspo.: Break up With Your Girlfriend, I'm Bored x The Boy is Mine

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 2:22 ─────ㅇ─── 4:03

"break up with your girlfriend, 'cause I'm bored,

— the boy is mine."

In a way, you're an actor.

The same seductive drawl that actors have to lace their tongue with is what you fill every vein with, and every limb and bone and muscle moves with the same story to tell. Every fiber of your being, in these three minutes, exists as a shrine to the plot of whatever song you've been choreographed into.

It’s not really just a story, though, is it? Not when he's eyeing you like that.

He has a girlfriend.

That used to dispel your thoughts immediately, but at some juncture they began to linger regardless. You think it's seeing the degrading way she treats him, but maybe it was seeing how uninterested they looked in each other’s presence. Maybe it was how nervous he got when you looked him in the eyes, how his Adams Apple would visibly bob when he swallows back whatever’s threatening to escape his throat. How you couldn't help but give a sly little smile and downwards glance through your eyelashes. Some people would say that you're a homewrecker, that maybe you know exactly what you're doing to the poor couple.

Some people are right, and if the prize is Jude Bellingham, maybe you don't give a damn.

The story you're telling is intricate, multifaceted and difficult to consume in one sitting like your audience is doing. It has multiple perspectives, a dynamic setting, and characters with depth — two main characters — that spiral around each other until they give in to their own selfish needs. And she's a side character, comic relief. An obstacle.

The way she's clinging onto Jude's arm and displaying him to her friends like a purse is getting on your nerves now. But you'd completed your dance, and he watched. You've preyed on him with your lynx-like gaze, and he's stared back with intent to act. You've laid your bait, and as always, you nearly pray he bites.

You turn your back to the couple, making your way outside the studio. The late-winter chill immediately sprints across your skin, cold nipping at the exposed areas that your dance attire leaves. You inhale sharply at the intrusion. You could've sworn it was going to be warmer today. Still, you resolve that it's at least a welcome respite from your draining performance, both physically and emotionally. The cold air is visible in thin wisps while you work to catch your breath, and you lean haphazardly on the railing of the studio's back steps.

“D’you want my jacket?”

Hook, line, sinker.

You hum lowly, glancing backwards. He's meant to be watching her dance now, but you doubt she'd even notice he was gone. When you dedicate a performance to someone, in your experience, they're all you can sense: the deity in which your three minute shrine revolves around. She doesn't dedicate songs to him like you do, she can't. He can't worship her altar of movement like he worships yours.

"Too sweet," you murmur under your breath, but he catches it regardless and shrugs a little in an attempt to play it off. His outstretched hand with his jacket remains. After just enough silence to make him a little nervous — you can't help but tease a little — you turn and take the jacket, lazily slotting your arms into it and smiling up at him, "Thank you, Jude."

His hands retract back to the pockets of his sweatpants, and you take a moment to admire the veins that run across his arms.

Turning back to the rail, you lean over it again, admiring the glazed blue of the afternoon sky and stratus clouds that aren't dense enough to contain the yellow tint from the sun behind them.

"You're an amazing dancer."

He hasn't moved from his spot, but you're still so content with being out here with him alone.

"I appreciate that, but the real props must go to the choreographer."

"No, it's you."

His response was brisk, and you can hear a slight stutter in his next words as he governs himself to a less animated tone. You see that signature waver of his Adam's Apple in your head, even with your back turned to him.

He clarifies, "Yes, the choreographer is amazing, but it's you who brings the dance to life."

Head tilted in amusement, you find yourself swiveling around, now leaning backwards on the rail.

"Isn't she dancing right now?"

He blinks a few times and looks down and away from you momentarily. You hate to bring her up when it's just you two, she's like a dart that scrapes your tongue every time you speak of her, but you decide it's time to push a little. If he doesn't want to engage, he won't, and you can finally resign from this game of cat and mouse.

"Yeah,"

"And you're out here."

Another blink. You're on the brink of inhaling from slight disappointment in your wasted efforts when he looks you in the eye, a reinvigorated want flooding his expression. He steps forward a bit, trapping you between himself and the railing with those strong arms you admire so much.

"I am."

You're not sure if you're the cat or the mouse anymore.

"Are you..." you trail off, and Jude's ego swells realizing that it may be the first time he's seen you falter like that. Because of him, finally.

"Do you know what you're doing, Jude?"

He licks his lips, and a part of him suggests he should push away from the rail right now and preserve the frail integrity he's been losing for however long this game has been going on. Then, he catches the way your eyes dart to his lips, the rapid up and down movement of your chest, those damn eyes peering through your lashes, and his integrity shatters immediately.

"I do," he leans down to your level, his broad shoulders encasing you. You feel his lips graze yours almost innocently, but all of this is far from that; It excites you beyond words. He takes his time now, deep brown eyes scanning your own and then trailing down to where your lips are hairs away from meeting, "I think you know what you're doing too."

♢ — author postnote(s): I'm obsessed w this mashup rn,,, n trust me mis amores, we don't condone cheating 'round here. Don't be weird.

#jude bellingham fic #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham #bvb imagine #football imagine #jude bellingham fluff #fanfic #x reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #cheating cw #cheating fic #pablo gavi #neymar #borussia dortmund #england #england fc #bvb dortmund

[judes-hoe]

Not sure what these hand movements were about… ;)

Ummmmm yeah Jude I’d like to know to🤨🤨🤨

#jude bellingham #england fc #england #he’s so silly #I need to know

[captainwans]

AMBIVALENCE.

— christian pulisic.

pairing: christian pulisic x fem! reader

summary: an unexpected pregnancy turns her overly anxious, but luckily christian is there to cease some of her turbulence.

warning: slight angst; neurotic reader, soft!christian and teeth rotting fluff at the end.

word count:  908 | ( gif not mine! )

masterlist!

… “BUT, WHAT IF IT’S POSITIVE?” [Y/N] stressed with furrowed eyebrows, her lips trembling as she felt tears welling inside her eyes. She looked at her boyfriend of five years, her wide doe eyes tinted with dread. The pair have talked about wanting kids and settling down, but at this point in her life she wasn't ready—or that’s what she thought, according to Christian.

Her heart palpitated, feeling her chest squeezing her lungs making it hard for her to breathe for a second. Blood rushed through her ears and she closed her eyes, her trembling hands hiding her flushed face.

She felt his warm calloused hands on her arms, gently rubbing her delicate skin before pulling her hands away from her face. Christian’s eyes softened, his hand drifting at the side of her neck as his thumb brushed her jaw. “Then we’ll deal with it, baby. Hey, positive or not, I’m not leaving you,” he reassured, caressing her cheek and removing a few hair strands away from her face.

[Y/N] clenched her jaw and she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Her heart was still beating furiously inside her chest and she wondered if her heart would combust at any second. His words seemed to cease some of her turmoil, but the pit of her stomach prickled and nagged her insides which made her let out a shaky sigh.

She nodded—mostly to herself. She rested a hand on Christian’s bicep before turning her head to the counter, watching the stick with anticipation. Two minutes, she repeated, like a mantra inside her head.

[Y/N] rested her head on his chest as his hands rubbed her back comfortably while they waited. Hearing his heartbeat fastening made her stomach contract into a tight ball. A pulse stabbed her throat, making her swallow painfully as her eyes were glued to her phone, watching the countdown.

After what seemed like an eternity, [Y/N] heard her phone chime and she slightly jumped at the loud noise. Christian went to turn off her phone and turned his body towards her, a curve of a smile resting on his handsome features. “You ready?” he asked, his voice gentle.

Her breath grew thin and she chewed on her bottom lip, a habit borne out of relentless worrying that pierced at her from the insides. She gave him a small smile, her expression turning into a frown. “Yeah, I think so.” she croaked out, mentally cursing herself at her sudden state. Guilt gnawed at her skin and she looked at her boyfriend—who seemed to handle it pretty well than her.

Christian held her hand, and the pair slowly walked towards the pregnancy test that was placed on the marble counter of their sink. The buzzing inside her head filled every crack of her brain, searing through every bone. A searing pain engulfed through her skull, making her grimace. “I’m here, baby.” she could hear him softly repeating the words inside her ears.

[Y/N]’s eyes slowly trailed down at the stick, a wave of anxiety battling against her chest. It was as if the walls converged, swallowing her whole. She let out a strangled sob, her glistening eyes staring at the two marks. “Oh, my god.” She managed to let out, words stumbling out of her lips.

“It’s…positive.” Christian breathed, his lips curving unknowningly as he held the stick with his hands. His stomach swarmed with butterflies, feeling his heart stuttering against his chest. He turned to look at his girlfriend, his eyes softening at her state.

“Oh, I’m so scared, Chris.” her voice quivered, lips trembling like a child before she let her body take over. She exposed her vulnerability from beneath and cried into his chest, not wanting to look at the pregnancy stick.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Christian cooed with a fond expression, his furrowed eyebrows creating lines on his forehead as he took her into his arms. A tug at his heartstrings made him release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. His rough hands tucked away some hair away from her face, rubbing her warm skin with a teary smile.

“Deep breaths, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” Christian asked in a calming tone, his voice engulfing inside her eardrums.

[Y/N] watched him through her glossy eyes, her tears blurring her vision, but she managed to see him taking a deep breath for her to follow. She felt his hands massaging the sides of her neck whilst trying to let out a breath.

I can do this. I got this. Thoughts consumed her, glued to her brain as she took slow deep breaths. The stuttering against her heart ceased, along with the dark cloud that prickled and gnawed at her chest. She loudly exhaled, feeling her knot at her shoulders loosen in the process.

“You’re doing so great, baby. I’m so proud of you.” Christian gushed, a dimpled smile etched into his handsome features. He planted a chaste kiss on her damp forehead.

[Y/N] rested a hand on his bicep, sinking into his loving affectionate touch. She nodded, sniffling before opening her eyes. Her doe-eyes were met with his soft ones, gazing at her fondly.

She knew at that moment, with determination and love in his eyes, they were going to be okay. Her mouth formed into a genuine smile, her face glistening from the lights above. “It’s gonna be okay.”

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[trentskiiii]

Regrets

HEY GUYS IM BACK! I haven’t written in a longggggg time bcs i didnt have any motivation and inspiration. Sorry if this is bad, hope it doesn’t flop xx

“So we’re over? Just like that?” You manage to say as your voice cracks. Tears start forming in your eyes. If you had known this argument would lead to the end of your relationship, you would’ve just kept your mouth shut. “I’ve had enough of your bullshit, y/n.” He says. Before trent leaves, you remind him, “just remember that you chose to walk out. Not me.”

You immediately broke down the second the door shuts. You were left all alone in your shared house. 3 years with the person you thought was the love of your life went down the drain within the span of 20minutes. You knew you should have just kept quiet. So what if he has been distant? Now he’s gone. Forever. And it’s all because of you. You blamed yourself for it and no one else.

After weeks of sobbing, you decided to go out for a walk. You rang your best friend mason. He excitedly agreed to meeting you at your house for a long stroll. You put on your leggings and a top that was obviously too big for you now, seeing that you had lost so much weight in your depressive state. Soon, mason had arrived.

“You know he still loves you right? He’s just stupid. Only he would manage to screw something like this up” mason said. You two were quite far along on your walk. “Mhm.” You mumble, not believing a word he said. You stopped walking and so did mason, confused. He looked at you. You could no longer hide the tears in your eyes. “Ahh y/n. Im so sorry.” He pulled you in for a tight hug. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world and you deserve the world.” He spoke into your hair as he gave you a kiss on your forehead.

A few weeks had gone by. You would be lying if you said you had fully forgotten about trent. But the truth was that you were still hung up on him. He was the love of your life. Suddenly, you receive a text.

*Please can we talk? I miss you so much, baby.*

You knew it was stupid to say yes. But a part of you needed to see him. Needed to feel his warm skin on yours. You told him to go over to the house and he did.

“Y/n. Im so sorry. I regret ever walking out. Please y/n, give me another chance?” He pleaded. “I missed you so much. You’re all ive been thinking about. You’re my entire world. I need you.” He continued. You didn’t reply with words, instead you pulled him into a warm and tight embrace. You loved how your arms wrapped around his slender waist perfectly, and how his wrapped your neck. “I love you so so much, T.”

I know this was bad but im out of ideassss plsplsplspls request and istg I’ll do it.

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[masonmountt]

#mason mount #mason #mount #masonmount #chelsea #chelsea fc #england #england team #england fc #world cup 2022 #world cup