#in grealish we trust

[little-red-devil]

All my mom and I have done is shit talk Grealish for 45 minutes straight 😂

#leeds united #manchester city #jack grealish #in jesse marsch we trust

[qxldnya]

TEASING

Jude Bellingham X fotballer!reader!fem

Wc: 300

Warning: sexual tension, touchy jude, idk let me know what else-

A/n: this is my first fic so feel free to give me constructive criticism <3

Jude couldn't help himself. It was as if you had him wrapped around your finger, you had him just as distracted as he had you even if it is his own fault.

In his defense, you looked fucking phenomenal in that training kit. Coach had called you and the rest of the team, to go through the game plan for the upcoming games at the world cup.

Jude just couldn't keep his eyes off you. He kept stealing glances when the coach would look away. It was just you and those gorgeous short shorts.

It had Jude feeling quite feral when he had joined your side during the meeting. He didn't know what to do with his hands once he got into your vicinity.

He can hear coach droning on, but his words have fallen on deaf ears. Jude slipped his hand around your waist slowly, pulling you comfortably close.

You can feel the warm radiating on his frame, leaning into his soft touch as you focused intently on coach's words.

Jude maneuvered behind you, wrapping surrounding you in his arms.

It's a rare act of public affection that does warn you a couple states from your fellow teamates.

Jude doesn't care, though. He has his chest pressed against your back, dipping his head just a little bit to get real close to your ear.

"Knees still tender?" He whispered with a smirk, adoring how you nearly choked on your air.

You knew exactly what he was referring to. You had complained all morning about how bruised your knees were, how raw they felt after being tackled around during practice.

Jude was teasing you, trying to spur a reaction from you. Heat filled your cheeks, danced over your skin and made your knees weak.

Your eyes darted up to coaches in front of you and your friends, hoping they wouldn't notice how flustered you were becoming.

You snapped your jaw shut, deciding to ignore Jude's comment and focus on the job at hand

If only you had realize that you were challenging him. In a matter of seconds, his lips are brushing against your ear delicately,"Are you ignoring me?"

He uttered so quietly for only you to hear.

"Surely, you wouldn't dare ignore me, you know that would drive me crazy, don't you love?"

His word prove to be true when you feel his hands fall down to your hips and grip them tightly. Jude has you pinned back against him casually, and you nearly whined when you felt his teeth teasingly drag over your lobe.

You melted against his touch, all thoughts flooding out of you because how can you focus when he's breathing down your neck?

" Ju..."You mumbled under your breath, but you don't get to finish whatever plea or flustered comment that was in your head because his grip leaves you.

It took a second for you to realize that coach was sternly glaring at Jude with a look that read stop it or so help me. He had cleared his throat to get both of your attention.

"Do I need to separate you two?" Coach questioned, and you felt like a school girl that just got caught talking in class.

"No, sir,"You blurted out anxiously, not wanting anymore attention on you. You heard snickering from the rest of the team while someone shouted

"Well on there Bellingham!" that made everyone break out in laughter. Jude can't help but chuckle at your immediate reaction. You felt your cheeks get all hot and palms all sweaty with widening eyes.

"I—I don't, we, it won't happen again."

"You aren't the problem, L/n," coach claimed, his eyes on Jude.

"We don't need to have a talk, do we?"

"Oh god, not the talk,"Grealish murmured from across the room."You do not want that, trust me."

"What talk?"Saka questioned,"I haven't gotten any talk, is this a football related talk? Has everyone gotten this talk?"

"Unfortunately,"Mason admitted, sharing an awkward glance.

" coach always seems to walk in at a bad time to be fair" Phil piped in.

"Oh my god, please stop,"You spoke, completely horrified that this had become the talk of the meeting.

"The talk cannot be that bad,"Jude replied, making you smack him lightly in the chest as a plead to not drag this on. He glanced down at you to see your soft eyes just begging for him to get you out of the center of attention.

"But that isn't the point, we should really focus." Coach looked at him with a warning glance,"We will talk about this," He commanded before returning to the debriefing.

Jude felt you relax against him, and he gently pressed a kiss to your temple before whispering ever so softly in your ear,"And we'll continue this later, Darling."

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham smut #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander arnold smut #football imagine #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham x fotballer reader #jude bellingham fic

[jsprnt]

Americano PT. 7 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: I’m back baby! Thank you guys for waiting <3

W/C: 4.611

part six

"I won't look. Don't trust me at all, do you?" I mutter to Amira after taking my top off, grabbing the shirt she's handing me with my eyes closed.

"You'll like it. It's a part of my surprise." She sighs, helping me pull the shirt down my body without my makeup getting on the collar.

"Can I look now?" I ask, eyes still squeezed shut.

"Yeah, turn around."

I turn, looking in the mirror. I stay quiet for a moment, then gasp in surprise.

"What? An England kit? Why are you making me betray Spain?" I attempt to joke, looking at her.

"Like you didn't live here for so many years." She scoffs, pushing me.

"I'm just kidding. Why the kit, though?" I ask, fixing the material in the mirror.

"Ta da!" She exclaims, I look back at her, frowning in confusion when she starts waving two keycards in my face. My hands fly to take one and I read it quickly.

"No, way! You got tickets for the England vs. Australia friendly?"

"Yeah, got them a couple days ago." She replies, and I eye her suspiciously.

"Oh- mister Trent got them for you? Guess he really likes you." I tease, watching her become more and more flustered.

"Shut up- he gave them to show his appreciation."

"Yeah, you want to believe that? You'll be upgraded to wag in a few weeks, trust." I add, laughing at her annoyed expression.

"Aren't you and Jude a thing?" She accuses, putting on her own kit. Finally, she grabs her handbag and car keys off her desk.

I register her words a little too late, but my head whips around in disgust.

"Over my dead body."

"You both were cute last time." She mumbles, both of us walking up to her parked car.

"Absolutely not." I state firmly, immediately connecting my phone to the car.

"Oh, how the tables have turned.." She whispers, but I hear her clearly. I send her a glare, though my glare gets even more intense when she pulls out her strawberry and mango-flavored vape.

"Put that thing away, now!"

"I just realized how different watching a game feels when I'm not working." I say, admiring the full Wembley Stadium. We had finally arrived at our seats, and the view was perfect. Looking around, I do recognize some people, realizing this was probably the family section.

"Turn that working brain of yours off and enjoy. Look, it's starting!" Amira nags, wrapping her arm around mine in excitement.

I chuckle at her, deciding to just enjoy the match. Watching both England's and Australia's teams move around the pitch. Halftime comes around and ends quickly, making way for an opportunity for England. Grealish kicks the ball against the post, missing a chance and making us cringe, but we burst into cheers when Watkins manages to try again and scores.

The match ends with a 1-0 for England. When the whistle is blown, we sit down again. We'd stood up near full time, anticipating a last-minute goal from Australia. It was a friendly, we knew that, but making it exciting was so much more fun than just sitting there and watching the game.

"What now? Is your man coming here?" I ask, fixing my shirt and smiling cheekily at Amira.

"He said he will- after freshening up. Let's wait." She tells me, patting my thigh.

"Didn't even deny that he's your man?" I tease, watching her roll her eyes.

We're interrupted a couple minutes later. I hear someone shout her name, watching both Trent and Jude walk over to our seats. Trent greets us in a friendly manner, while Jude stands next to him like he was forced to come up.

I slowly allow Trent and Amira to have a private conversation, and my eyes land on Jude when they walk away to have some more privacy.

"What are you doing here? And what's with the kit?" He asks, arms crossed.

I scoff, mirroring his body language. Looking him up and down. 

"Can't attend a match now? Don't worry, I was over the moon since you weren't playing." I retort, being petty.

I watch him roll his eyes, his expression changing for a second. He opens his mouth to say something, but he hesitates for a moment.

"Who's on your back?"

"What?"

"Your shirt number."

"I don't know- who?" I ask, turning around, confused, when I hear a sudden chuckle.

"Who's on the back?" I ask, trying to see with my phone camera, frowning at his smug face. What the hell was his problem?

I take a picture, turning to face him again as I click on the picture, freezing when I see Jude's last name and number. My expression falters, and I use all my strength to keep my composure.

Amira, you fucking witch..

"Think you're obsessed with me." He whispers, leaning in. I lean back immediately, like he's some highly infectious disease.

"You're sick, Bellingham. It’s just your name, calm down..”

I reply, annoyed at the fact that I couldn't take the shirt off or put my jacket on since I left it in the car.

He goes to say something else, but he's cut off when I hear a familiar voice call out to him. Both of us turning around to see his mom, her eyes lighting up with warmth when she recognizes me.

"Mrs. Bellingham.." I greet, permanent smile plastered on my face when she walks up to us. I notice both her- husband and youngest son behind her. 

How could I not recognize his dad and brother?

This past summer, my entire social media feed was plastered with photos of Jude and his family on their first day. Not to forget the fact that I was literally behind the camera when the pictures were taken.

She pulls me into an embrace, her arms wrapping around me warmly. The musky and orange blossom scent of her perfume greets me, and it smells like the most expensive bottle of YSL 'Libre' I have ever smelled.

"How nice is it to see you here. Are you off due to international break?"

"Yes, I thought I'd come visit family and friends out here..." I trail off, my eyes darting to her husband next to her. She notices the hesitation in my voice and introduces us to each other.

"I’m Mark, nice to meet you. I have heard some good things about you. I've also had some contact with your father on some legal matters over in Spain. Good man he is.." He shakes my hand firmly, a very kind smile on his face.

"Thank you, I hope he's been a great help to your family.."

I immediately switch my speech. Trying to sound totally different from the tone I had used with Jude.

"Oh right, this is our youngest son. Jobe.." Denise begins, pushing her son towards me.

I press my lips together to stifle a chuckle, awkwardly shaking the teenage boy's hand.

"Nice to meet you. Hope you're a better football player than your older brother over here?"

I say, pointing a thumb at Jude. It sounds like a joke, but when I glance at Jude, he's giving me the nastiest look when his parents aren't watching. Jobe has only muttered one or two words, but has probably already been nicer to me than his brother has ever been to me.

Jobe only replies with a small smile, so I look up at his parents.

"You must be proud.."

"Of course, equally proud of our two boys.."

Mark replies, holding his son's shoulders. I chuckle, looking at Denise when she speaks.

"Did you enjoy the game? Must be a change of scenery.."

"Oh- yeah, felt weird not working during a game. It was nice though, I was invited by a friend-"

I trail off, looking around to see Amira, noticing her giggle and chat with Trent a couple seats away.

"But she seems busy.." I laugh, they follow my line of sight and chuckle, nodding in acknowledgment.

"You're also wearing an England kit.." His dad notices, pointing to my shirt.

"Jude's, I presume?" His mom asks, making me nod. I turn, giving them a quick look at the "Bellingham" and number 10 on my back.

I'm wearing their last name on my back, that is really weird, if given some thought..

"A gift too.." I smile, facing them again.

I notice that they all glance at Jude for a moment before Denise speaks up again.

"Why don't you join us for dinner tonight? A small appreciation for helping Jude out with his Spanish and adjusting in Madrid."

Damn, how close did they think we were?

Lovely, very nice of her, but that would be a masterclass in awkwardness.

"That's incredibly kind of you, Mrs Bellingham, but I'm sure you don't get many dinners together as a family. So, I don't want to inconvenience your family. Besides, I've got some dinner reservations with my high school friends.."

Her expression immediately turns into an understanding one. I thank her once again for the invitation, holding her hand to convey my appreciation. Finishing our chat, I grab my bag from my seat, pulling it on my shoulder.

"I've got to go, roads will be busy.."

"Right, why don't you accompany y/n down, son?" Mark says, throwing his son a look.

I dart my eyes to Jude, his expression falters before he nods, listening to his dad.

I quickly bid them farewell, walking down alongside Jude.

"You didn't even jump in to save me once.” I mutter, grabbing my phone out of my handbag. Checking for any messages from Amira. 

Where did this little minx go?

"I was struggling to breathe when my mum invited you for dinner. Kept my mouth shut with difficulty.."

"How helpful.” I scoff, biting my lip in anticipation as we wait in front of Amira's car. The grey Audi A5 easily recognizable next to all the expensive sports cars.

"You can leave, you know.." I break the silence, looking up at Jude, resting my weight against the car door.

The alarm won't go off, right?

"You think my mom is going to be happy when I leave you here alone?" He asks, scrolling through his phone.

I sigh, sending one last threatening text message to Amira before shoving my phone in my pocket. An awkward silence ensues before I break it again.

"So, are you actually going to play next Tuesday against Italy?" I ask, giving him a skeptical look.

"Why? Want to see me play?" He smirks, putting his hand in the pocket of his blue sweatpants.

"Is that a genuine question? Obviously not.." I answer, furrowing my brows.

He scoffs, poking his tongue through his cheek. Looking me up and down.

"Why would I voluntarily come to see you?" I add, widening my eyes, looking at him in disbelief. 

"Your friend will probably come, with the way we're waiting for her and Trent.."

I look around the empty parking lot, was this a camera prank?

What the hell were these two doing anyway?

Speaking of the minx, she finally appears a good ten minutes later. I could've sworn if she didnt have a deep skin tone, she'd probably be as red as a tomato. Because, honey she looked flustered.

I raise my brows at her- disheveled appearance, instinctively giving Jude a knowing look.

Though, my look of scrutiny stops when I realize those two were onto some- freaky shit. Seems like Jude realizes at the same time, because, he too looks away from me.

"I'm leaving.." He quickly blurts, walking away without looking back. I watch his figure disappear, snapped out of my trance when Amira taps me.

"What the fuck? What did you two do?!" I ask, laughing loudly. Sure, I was annoyed that I had to wait for her, but my best friend's happiness was more important.

"Get in the car! I've got to tell you every single detail.."

"What's it called again?" I turn to Amira, asking her about the name of the venue we're supposed to go to.

I had been in London for a couple of days now. From family dinners to meeting up with high school classmates, all of it kept me busy. Everything had been very fun and memorable so far.

Last night, England played their match against Italy for the EURO qualifiers. I couldn't lie, the 3-1 win for England was very satisfying, especially when watching live from Wembley Stadium.

Right now, Amira and I are in the car. Getting driven to the restaurant or bar - Trent had invited us to. A small gathering to close off international break, if you could call it that.

Small or big party, Amira and I had to look our best. For obvious reasons, I am wearing the black mini-dress I had tried on in Amira's office.

"Novikov Restaurant & Bar.." She mutters, touching her lipgloss up while looking at her phone camera.

"You ever been?" I ask, equally fidgety with my appearance.

"Yes, nice place, but we'll probably go clubbing after."

I raise my eyebrows at her, sighing, before leaning against her shoulder.

"Will you keep me from getting drunk?"

"Can't save you, darling.."

Yeah, y/n is an absolutely a goner. Everyone within meters of her is aware of it, though to her, her limit has not even been reached yet.

She throws her head back as she downs another shot of- she doesn't even know. She took and gulped down anything that was handed to her by her best friend.

All she knows is- it burns in the back of her throat- like a fucking bitch. She doesn't even stop to think about why she's doing it, all she's been wanting to do, is take her mind off work and university. The opportunity was presented to her in a shot glass, and who would refuse?

A smart, responsible person, probably...

"Go dance with him.." y/n mutters, wiping the spilled and dribbling alcohol off her chin. Eagerly pushing her friend in Trent's direction.

The football player had invited the both of them for a reason, and to drunk y/n this was a good opportunity to play Cupido.

"No! I want to dance with you." Her friend replies, grabbing y/n's wrist.

"Go! You can dance with me anytime, go now!" She ushers, pushing Amira away with all the strength in her arms.

She giggles to herself when she notices Trent grab Amira's hand, feeling like her mission was partially accomplished.

Though, her happiness is short-lived when she curses herself. Her feet were practically going numb due to the stilettos her stylist bestie had forced her to wear.

To forget the uncomfortable feeling, she decided to get another drink. She clutches onto her handbag, starting to walk- or stumble towards the bartender.

She knew how to have fun on her own, there was no problem in that regard.

"Oh, fuck- sorry.." She slurs, looking up when her forehead collides with a hard chest. She makes immediate eye contact with a completely sober Jude, he raises a questioning brow, taking her disheveled appearance in.

"I take it back.." She loudly says, pushing past him to get to the bar. Loud music drums into her ears, causing her senses to tingle.

She's about to order a drink, but before she has the opportunity to speak, she's rudely interrupted by someone.

"A whisky neat, for the beauty here.." Someone says, she turns her head in a flash. Fucking pissed, a man dared to speak for her and over her.

It's a young man, around her age- slightly older judging from his appearance. His brown hair is slicked back with an estimated ten kilograms of hairgel, along with the tackiest combination of a white button-down and- skinny jeans.

"No, thank you!" y/n replies waving her hand and shouting over the loud music. She blinks a multitude of times, trying to clear her vision and mind.

"What'd ya mean, luv? Not suited to your taste?"

"I'm not interested.." She says, turning away from him and ordering her own drink. Fidgeting with the clasp of her bag and pulling bills out of her wallet.

"Oh, come on. Can't you see how much of a catch I am?" the douchebag insists, pointing up and down his frame.

She rolls her eyes at the words. This time her eyes might stay there permanently because the stranger continues repeating the corniest of words.

"No, thank you.." She repeats, taking a huge gulp of her pink Cosmo, looking away, and continuing to ignore him.

Should she start barking like a rabid dog to scare him off?

"Come on, babygirl... Would it hurt to smile for me?”

She almost chokes on her drink at the words. Eyes hazy and unfocused, one thing she's sure of- this man is about to get a taste of her leather handbag.

"Does it look like I'm interested?!" Her voice isn't loud, though her tone is sharp and full of irritation. She takes a step back, giving him the most repulsed look.

"I like my women feisty and alluring like you.." The guys persist, placing a nasty hand on her hip, a little too close to her backside.

"Get your filthy hand off me.." She demands, the grip on her glass tightening. Her brows furrow and her mood drops tremendously fast.

"Your words are sharp, but your body seems to be enjoying this. Let loose for me, sweetheart. Won’t ya?” His breath reeks of the most pungent alcohol she’s ever smelled, and his hand keeps inching closer to her bottom.

'Oh, fuck no' she thinks, placing the glass on the bar table. Readjusting her grip on her bag.

"Can you fuckin' let go of her?" She hears a loud voice say, Brum accent thick, but it's already too late.

She moves her handbag behind her, creating a good distance for maximum impact, before using all her force to hit the guy square in the face. The contact makes a loud noise, and surprisingly enough, it's detectable over the insanely loud music.

The guy immediately retreats, stumbling a couple steps back in shock. He cradles his head, screams of agony leaving his disgustingly filthy mouth.

"I said no- didn't I? Are you fucking deaf?!" She curses, temperature rising as she breathes in harshly. She can't even register what's happening- but he deserved it and had it coming.

"Let’s go..” A familiar voice exclaims, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her towards the restroom. He pulls her into the unisex section, locking the door behind them.

She struggles against him, her heels tripping and scratching against the floor. The now blood-stained handbag slips out of her hand, dropping to the floor.

"Let me go! You fucking creep! I swear, I'll bite it off!" She shouts, eyes shut tightly, as she hits his rock-hard chest multiple times. Hand squeezed up in a tight fist as she keeps trying to get out of his hold.

"y/n!" He shouts, trying to get her to look at him. He doesn't know the full story of what happened. All he saw was the guy touching her, putting his hands on her, and he was sent flying with a blow to the face.

Jude is impressed, though that's not his main thought or concern when y/n is fighting him as if he's the guy who was bothering her.

She’s drunk, but still recognizes his voice. The way he pronounces her name, not with venom and hatred per usual. No, instead, with the upmost panic and concern. He wants to snap her out of it, back to reality, back to him.

Her eyes snap open, arms held tightly by Jude. His fingers digging into her skin. Both of his hands keeping her up and steady.

"Jude?" She mumbles, looking up at him with the widest eyes imaginable. Her mascara running down her hot and sweaty face. Her favorite lipstick smudged at the corner of her mouth.

"It's me, you're good." He replies, noticing the faraway look in her eyes. His voice softens, lowering to a gentle decibel. Unlike the booming and ear-deafening music and conversations outside of the enclosed space they're in.

"Sit.." he gestures, pointing to the restroom countertop. She looks up, blinking repeatedly, she's not thinking of sitting when her mind and thoughts are still hazy and in fight or flight mode.

"Can I lift you up?" Jude suddenly asks, his hands leaving her arms. It sends a surge of extra adrenaline through her body, but she nods absentmindedly, looking away.

Jude takes a deep breath, hands reaching to the back of her thighs. He lifts her up easily, placing her on the countertop. His biceps flex under his sleeves, a frustrated noise leaving his lips.

y/n sniffles, the shock of it all sobering her up a bit. She raises her head, looking up at him. He stands in front of her, practically in between her legs.

He looks away, grabbing a paper towel from the roll and handing it to her.

"Here, wipe your- nose.." He mumbles, watching her. He walks away and grabs her bag off the floor, meticulously wiping the blood away with a dampened paper towel.

"Fucking bastard.." Jude mutters underneath his breath, venom on the tip of his tongue, as anger rushes through his veins. Though, y/n had practically handled it all on her own. Even in her drunk- mess of a state, she’d managed to break the lowlife’s nose and his ego.

The only thing that kept him from running out and breaking the bastard’s limb was the image of him already suffering and withering on the ground. Bloody, broken nose making him look so pathetic and disgusting, like the person he genuinely is.

y/n wipes her nose, eyes wet and irritated. The pounding in her head seems to increase as she struggles to hold her tears back. Although, she’d kept sort of calm in the moment, her heart was hammering in her chest. She could stand up for herself, that was no problem. It was the fact that she wasn’t fully coherent, which made her feel absolute terror in the moment.

All of the mixed emotions and alcohol make the nauseating feeling in her chest and stomach worse. Her eyes flutter for a moment, and she gags, clamping her hand over her mouth.

The noise alerts Jude, it takes him out of his murderous and aggressive thoughts. He looks up, immediately holding his hands out to her.

"Are you going to be sick?" He asks, eyebrows raised. She nods, hand still clasped around her mouth. Her mouth salivates, an imminent sign of needing to puke. It prompts Jude to help her down the countertop, his hands on both of her sides.

When her feet hit the floor, she practically leaps over to the toilet, retching and heaving over the toilet bowl. A warm hand is placed on her nape and forehead, trying to put pressure on those parts to stabilize her.

A choked sob leaves her dry lips, sweat beginning to glisten on her forehead. There was nothing she hated more than throwing up, the way it made her feel weak and out of control was an absolute nightmare to her.

"It's alright.." She hears, the soft whisper reaching her thumping ears. She takes a breath, squeezing her eyes tightly before heaving again. Her body shakes as all fluids leave her stomach, and the pungent smell of stomach acid makes her condition even worse.

It's all a blur, like a foggy fever dream. The only thing she can register are the sweet words reaching her burning ears. Full of reassurance and gentleness while she felt like she was losing her mind in the moment.

I hold back a gasp as my eyes land on the photo on my Instagram feed. I immediately sit up from my chair. My jaw slacks open as I read the caption.

"Jude Bellingham and alleged girlfriend spotted getting cozy after Australia friendly."

"The 20-year-old Madrid star seemed pretty happy to see his name and number on her shirt. The moment was captured by attendees, who provided us with pictures of the athlete's parents and his alleged lover having a seemingly very nice conversation. It seems like Mrs. and Mr. Bellingham approve."

"The identity of the young woman hasn't been revealed or confirmed as of yet. With some speculation about her father having close ties to Real Madrid CF."

I resist the urge to cry my eyes out at the association and immediately stand up from my desk. Practically skipping steps when running down the stairs, almost running into a group of fellow staff members.

My eyes dart around the cafeteria to spot the douche I needed to find. I make a beeline towards him as I watch him interact with the other players.

"I'm sorry, guys. I need him for a quick moment."

I say not waiting for anyone to answer. I grab onto Jude's upper arm and drag him out of the cafeteria. I hear some teasing whistles behind us, but I ignore them as I pull him into one of the small meditation rooms.

"What are you even doing-" he begins, but I cut him off as I shove my phone into his face. Showing him the photos and the caption which will probably keep me up tonight.

"What the fuck is this, huh?" I ask, raising my brows. Analyzing his facial expression as I fold my arms defensively.

I expect him to frown, get angry, get upset, but instead-

He fucking smirks, an amused chuckle leaving his lips. He snatches my phone, fingers tapping to read the comments on the post.

"Really? Is this a laughing matter to you?" I exclaim, ready to have a mental breakdown, while he just continues scrolling through the comments, starting to read them out loud.

"Not his usual type."

"He can do better."

I grunt, snatching my phone out of his hands, annoyed.

"I can play this game too, idiot!" I say, scrolling through the comments as well.

"He must be crazy, she's too pretty for him." I begin, passive aggressively reading positive comments about myself. I look up at him, watching him roll his eyes as he shoves his hands in his pocket.

"Well? What are you going to do about it?" I say, turning my phone off.

"What can I do about it?"

"This is your fault? If you weren't annoying me with your stupid antics, they wouldn't have made these speculations."

"You engaged in my 'stupid antics'!"

"Ugh- just send a cease and desist letter or something!"

"It's an Instagram gossip page, not a damn newspaper!"

I huff in annoyance, pacing around the small room.

"Can't you like- deny rumors?"

"I'm a football player, not a reality TV personality! They speculate about everything in my life already. Why would I deny them this time around?"

"Is that a question you really want an answer to?"

"Come on! What bad does it do you to be tied to me? Only good if you ask me.." He shrugs, and I don't miss the smirk on his face.

"Never mind, I'll ask my dad to handle it!" I say, walking past him to push the door open. I close my eyes in annoyance when it doesn't budge.

"You need to pull.." I hear Jude speak, the smile on his face practically audible from behind me.

"Fuck off.." I mutter seething in anger, pushing the door open and leaving him behind in the meditation room.

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[pensat-i-fet]

"Little" summary of the new Rúben interview, which you can watch here:

-We obviously start with a joke about the Manchester weather.

-Rúben is asked if he's in his best moment as a player because last season was the best of his career, trophies-wise. And he says it's one of the best but he can't know if it'll be the best.

-Then he's asked about what went through his mind after winning the CL and Rúben says it's really hard to put into words. That once the match was over, he didn't know whether to cry, run, hug people, ...

-We then move to the importance of disconnecting after the season and going back to friends and family for the holidays. And Rúben mentions that he wanted to "disappear". And they talk about how being famous, he can never entirely "disappear" but he still manages to find a level of privacy. And then they talk about his friend the actor and how they went on holidays together. That they are both busy but finally found time to spend together.

-After that, they talk about how important it is for Rúben to maintain his physical form and how his routine is what works for him. Other players do different things that work for them but Rúben knows what works for him. And everyone should do what they feel comfortable doing.

-The presenter praises his mental strength and leadership skills, and Rúben repeats that it just comes naturally to him to be like that. And that he was always the most responsible on his teams. He always played so the team could win, not so he could look good. Even at a younger age. And he always trusted himself and believed he could be successful.

-He's asked about two teammates, Haaland and Bernardo. About Haaland, they talk about how he is also very disciplined. About Bernardo, he's really happy about being a dad now and they mention what a great person he is. That they come from different backgrounds but they are actually very similar. And he's his bestie in football.

-They also talk about Benfica and that Rúben tries to watch their matches but can't always. And they talk a bit about how well they work with youngsters and that's why they find and create so much talent.

-About the national team, they mention Rúben was about to play his 50th match and he wants to play at least another 50 and he really wants to win a big trophy with Portugal. Because winning for your club is great but winning anything for your country means more. It's hard to explain why but it just is how he feels.

-Then we finish with some quickfire questions (and I don't understand what the first question means but the answer was Bernardo):

*Best music taste: Akanji.

*Best dressed (didn't say worst dressed but was asked): he goes for a top three of Wanker, Akanji and himself. No words...

*Fastest player: Wanker.

*Biggest diva: Grealish.

*Best at playing video games: he doesn't know well but between Kalvin, Stones, Kevin and Ortega.

*Bookworm or intelligent guy that knows it all: and he says Bernardo. Shocked he didn't say Rodri, to be fair.

[hendolish]

Jack & Erling in the last game were really all over each other. can’t imagine that’s sitting well with Hendo🫣having to sit halfway across the world burning up with jealousy and helpless to intervene while your boy gets possessively touched and held and loved on by a worldbeating star. are Hendo & Jack going to fight about it?

jack grealish/jordan henderson | possessive ♡

The last game had been a whirlwind of emotions for Jordan. Sitting halfway across the world, he couldn't shake the image of Jack and Erling all over each other. The jealousy, like an unwelcome companion, burned within him, and a sense of helplessness gnawed at his gut. The fact that Erling is probably football's biggest star right now only intensified the torment.

As Jordan returns home from training, sweat dripping off his brow, the weight of his emotions hangs heavy in the air. He knows he can't keep these feelings bottled up, not if he wants to maintain the harmony they've somehow built in their long-distance relationship. He FaceTimes Jack from the living room and the younger answers quickly, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing within Jordan.

"Hendooooo!" Jack greets him with a bright smile, but Jordan can see a hint of concern in Jack's eyes. It's like Jack senses something is off.

Jordan takes a deep breath, trying to quell the tempest within him. "We need to talk," he says, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of tension.

Jack's expression shifts to a mixture of curiosity and concern. Despite what some people may think, he can be serious when needs be. " What's on your mind?"

Jordan sits down, the distance between them now feeling like an unspoken chasm. "I saw the game, Jack. I saw you and Erling."

Jack's eyes widen in realisation. "Oh, Hendo, it's not what you think. We were just goofing around, you know, celebrating the win."

Jordan looks at Jack, his gaze piercing. "It looked like more than just celebrating. It looked... possessive."

Jack sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Erling's just like that, you know? He's a touchy guy, always messing around."

The words hang in the air, tension escalating. Jordan can't shake the image of Erling's hands on Jack, claiming him in a way that makes Jordan's stomach churn. "It bothered me, Jack. A lot."

Jack moves closer to the phone, his voice lowering gently. "You know I love you, right? Erling's just a friend, nothing more. I don't want anything to come between us."

The conflict in Jordan's eyes softens, and he grips his phone tightly wishing it was Jack's hand instead. "I know that and I trust you. It's just... it's hard seeing someone else touch you like that."

Jack smiles softly. Jordan wishes he could pull him into a hug. "I'm sorry, Hendo. I didn't mean to make you feel this way."

They sit there, wishing to be wrapped in each other's arms, navigating the storm of emotions. It's a moment of vulnerability, where words become unnecessary, and the silent understanding between them begins to heal the wounds of jealousy.

♡

#hehehehe #you just know hendo shows jack exactly who he belongs to the next time he’s home <3 #england #england national team #england nt #england football #football #football rpf #fics #hendolish #jack grealish #manchester city #grealo #grealish #jordan henderson #Henderson #hendo #man city #liverpool #liverpool fc #liverpool football club #al ettifaq

[canirove]

Meu Amor | Chapter 13

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"I did it."

"You did?"

"Yep. I convinced them to change it and let us cover City's game."

"How did you manage to do it?"

"Oh, you know me. I can be very convincing."

"Taylor, you are best" I say hugging her.

"Thank you, thank you. But I think they are starting to get a bit suspicious about us always wanting their games."

"Really?"

"Nah. But we should start thinking about an excuse just in case. Or you can tell them that you are dating Rúben Dias" Taylor shrugs.

"Let's leave that as our last option."

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"See? What did I tell you?" I say to Rúben when he comes to pick me at the press area.

"You were right" he says, rolling his eyes.

"You're welcome."

"My parents and Ivan are outside on the pitch, they want to take some photos. Are you coming?"

"How many people are left?"

"The fans are gone, it's just friends and family."

"Ok then."

"If I ask you to put my shirt on for the photos..."

"No. We agreed that I would only wear the Portugal one."

"I had to try" he sighs.

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The day after the game, we meet with Rúben's family to have lunch before he has to go take part of the different celebrations with the team. I've been trying to study a bit more of Portuguese, doing Duolingo on the bus or the train, and it looks like it's paying off, because I'm starting to understand what his parents say, making him only have to translate what I say. His mother keeps being the one who talks to me the most, already calling me filha. Daughter. His dad, on the other hand...

"I think you were wrong and he doesn't like me" I say to Rúben on our way home. "He just said hello and goodbye. And the way he looks at me..."

"He likes you. He just wants to get to know you a bit better before opening himself completely."

"I don't know how that will happen if he doesn't speak to me."

"It'll happen. Trust me."

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"What time is it?" I say when I feel Rúben getting in bed next to me.

"Late" he says to my neck, his arm around me, pulling me closer to him.

"Are you drunk?"

"You know I don't drink, meu amor" he laughs.

"But Grealish does. You could get drunk just by standing next to him."

"Rude."

"It's the truth" I say, yawning.

"Forget about Jack and go back to sleep, meu amor."

"I'll try" I say, interlacing my fingers with his, making him hug me a bit tighter and closer to him.

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I wake up when I feel him leaving the bed, his warmth next to me gone.

"Rúben" I whisper, my eyes still closed.

"It's still early, meu amor. Sleep a bit more if you need it" he says to my ear.

I just nod, making myself a ball and falling sleep.

When I wake up again, his half of the bed is empty and cold, which means that he probably is downstairs making breakfast. Can he be more perfect? I don't think so.

After going to the bathroom to make myself look a bit presentable, I walk back into the room. But I can't find my clothes anywhere. Even my suitcase is gone.

"What the fuck?" I mutter.

I pick up my phone and text Rúben. I can't go downstairs just wearing my knickers, who knows if someone has come visit to congratulate him for the title or something.

While I wait, I fully open the curtains, letting all the light come in. Maybe I can’t find my suitcase because it’s hiding on a shadow?

"What happened?" I hear Rúben say from the door.

"I can't find my clothes anywhere. Did you do something with them?"

"I hid them."

"You what?" I say, turning to look at him. He's leaning against the door's frame just on his underwear, his arms behind his back, and that smile that sets my body on fire on his face.

"I hid them" he says again.

"And why would you do that?"

"Because today, I want you to wear this" he says, showing me what he had behind his back. A Manchester City shirt. His shirt.

"I thought we had agreed that I would not wear it."

"We did. But then we won the Premier, I saw all the other wives and girlfriends wearing theirs, and I got jealous. I want to see my girlfriend wear it too."

"Rúben..."

"I think I deserve it. Don't you agree?" he says, starting to slowly walk towards me. "Besides, these past months I've been having these... Thoughts. Fantasies. I think I deserve to see them happen in real life too."

"Fantasies?" 

"Fantasies" he repeats, getting closer. He's moving in a way he hasn't before, like a cat who is about to hunt a mouse, gaze fixed on his prey. And I am that mouse. Who knew his middle name would be so fitting? "Remember what those girls said at the game? That I look like someone who could fuck you against a wall? Well, I've been thinking about doing exactly that to you while you wear only this shirt."

"You... have?" I say, my knees starting to feel weak.

"I have, meu amor. But I've thought about more things. I've thought about you riding me on the sofa with this on. I've thought about eating you out on the table downstairs, then turning you around to fuck you against it while I see my name on your back. And the things I've thought doing to you on that bed... You can't even imagine them."

He's now standing a few steps away from me, his gaze more intense than ever. And I'm frozen in place. My whole body is burning, but I'm frozen. I can't move.

"So, what do you say? Do you want those things to happen? Your nipples seem to agree" he says, pointing at my chest with his chin, a smirk on his face. "But what about your head?"

I think I've also forgotten how to speak. I'm so turned on right now, that I've collapsed.

"It'll be just for today. I'm not asking more. Put away that red devil ego of yours for 24 hours, and everything I've said, all those fantasies... They'll become real. You just have to say yes" he says, now standing in front of me, our faces very close.

"Yes" I say. Though I can barely hear it myself.

"A little bit louder, meu amor."

I clear my throat, trying to think straight despite the heat coming from my body, his, the room and the whole world.

"Yes."

"Much better. May I do the honors?" Rúben asks, showing me the shirt. I just nod and let him put it on me. "Gorgeous. Sky blue looks really good on you, meu amor."

In normal circumstances, I would have rolled my eyes, say something witty. But my brain has stopped working.

"Now" Rúben says, picking me up like a child, my legs around his waist. "Do you have any favorite wall around the house you would like me to fuck you against?"

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias x reader #football fanfic #football imagine

[sendinthehuskies]

so ultimately what did we learn from this wc? that if a fella is doing the most when it comes to good deeds and altruism and charity and manly heroic sacrifice and the like? he's downlow doing his catholic indulgences so he doesn't have to feel sinful about turning out a slut and also a teenager behind his loyal longtime husband's back. laydeez never trust a man

took me a very long second to figure out who you mean. yes, that’s what’s been staring us in the face for a while. we assumed grealish was a fluke but this wc proved us all right

[chxrlxslxclxrc]

X ARTICLE

Spotted! Jess and Pierre leaving Jess’ hotel near the fashion show, she looks visibly upset and we hope everything is okay.

She was seen earlier in the evening with Jack Grealish but he was nowhere to be seen as the friends left the hotel and rushed to a taxi and they were later seen arriving in Milan assuming they are going to Pierre’s house and meeting his girlfriend, Jess’ best friend Kika.

As a fan went live in Monaco and saw Charles eating and drinking alone, Jess commented about how devastated she is and we have to feel for her. Sources have told us that Charles is getting a paternity test and we hope the situation is resolved soon.

Jess and Pierre are pictured arriving at his house and Jess is embraced by Kika and welcomed into the house and shortly after Emily is seen arriving with Jess and Charles’ children so we can only assume Jess is staying there for the time being. We hope she’s okay!

@.lecgasly they can’t break up they need to fit it NOW

@.1016 Charles should trust Jess but with all this noise i get why he’s having doubts

@.piarles that baby boy is his no questions 🥺

@.everythingleclerc they’ll work it out

@.leclercsletters Jess is strong

@.monacoprince they need to be allowed to deal with this privately

@.f1clo no they’re endgame

@.lightsout i refuse to believe this

@.simplylovescuderia ofc ben’s sister is causing shit

@.forzaferrari Jess looks so tired

@.leclercsbabe Kika and Pierre will look after her 🥺

@.landosspacehopper Charles looks so confused by it all

@.spicy1610 this isn’t what they need

@.pierrespanda reply honestly ben’s sister saw how vulnerable they are and took a shit opportunity

@.811016 they’re gonna make it through this

@.lecsainz if they break up I don’t believe in love anymore

@.playboyleclec i hope they’re both okay and the kids are okay too

@.piarles: yeah I was pregnant before we took that break but Charles doesn’t wanna hear that so 📱

#charles anon

[craftingmad]

#jack grealish #john stones #mason mount #football #england #three lions #england nt #england national team #we are england 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 #in grealish we trust

[avenirdelight]

The World She Deserves

Ben Chilwell & Jack Grealish

Ben is trying to build the world she deserves. But Jack, someone from her past, suddenly comes back.

Third week of March. The England National Team was back for their World Cup campaign. And Ben was extremely grateful that he got chosen to be a part of the squad.

Ben had had a few bumps here and there since the last camp, but the smooth run and overall good performance in the past few weeks had granted him the call up. No words could describe the excitement of going back to the camp, especially after a good four months. Getting back with the boys sounded extra exciting even though they were just going for a couple of international friendlies as preparation for the upcoming World Cup. Nevertheless, it wasn’t less important and Ben was ready to give his best.

The camp had been going really well so far. Ben had been training well—he didn’t get to play in the match against Switzerland yesterday but he believed he would be given the chance to play against Cote d'Ivoire in a couple of days. He’d been spending time with the boys, catching up on lives and having the most fun like they always try to do. It really could’ve been perfect. 

Everything would’ve been perfect if Ben didn’t come to the camp with personal baggage in the first place. Everything would’ve been perfect if Ben didn’t wake up every day with a problem that troubled his mind.

Everything would’ve been perfect, if Ben didn’t need to face his girlfriend’s ex, Jack Grealish.

Chilwell dating Grealish’s ex? To some people, it might sound complicated, even messed up. Were there no bro-codes between them? Ben remembered someone saying that long ago.

Everyone knew that Ben and Jack went way back. They had known each other since they were teenagers, seen each other grow up and be the professional footballers that they were today. Jack had been one of Ben’s best mates; they always shared with each other. Ben knew a lot about Jack’s relationship with her since he’d been there before it even began. Along the way, he’d become one of her closest friends too.

And the downfall of their friendship began when Jack did something that left her completely heartbroken. Ben stuck with her, partly because he couldn’t agree with what Jack had done, but mostly because he felt for her more than he felt for Jack.

So if you asked Ben whether he and Jack were still friends, there was a bigger chance for him to say, “Well, we’re still teammates on the national team”.

But dating “Jack’s ex”—Ben really hated that label—had never been a problem. Surprisingly, everything worked out just fine. Definitely not easy, though; it was a long and painful process. But Jack had always been out of the picture since she and Ben realised that what they had was special and serious. She had cut off everything with Jack completely. Jack had hurt her real bad and she wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

Everything was fine, until last month, Ben came home to her sitting in the living room, in tears, saying that she had just met up with Jack.

To say that Ben was furious would be an understatement. He was angry because he’d been absolutely clueless about it. He’d had a hard time understanding at first, but eventually he understood that, just like she explained, she needed to see Jack to finish all the unfinished business between them, and to end it for good. Ben trusted her.

But he didn’t trust Jack. He felt like he had the right to know why Jack had suddenly come back. Because in all honesty, Ben didn’t like it. He didn’t want his girl to have anything to do with Jack again.

That was the reason he came to the camp with a plan to confront Jack about this thing.

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Three knocks and no answer. Three more knocks on Jack’s door and Ben finally heard the man answering from inside. A moment later, a freshly showered Jack opened the door, and the man couldn’t even conceal the surprise and slight panic on his face when he saw Ben.

“Hey, mate. Can we talk?”

“Yeah, yeah, come in.” Jack opened the door and walked into the room. Ben followed suit, but he left the door open. He didn’t know what could happen; there might be a possibility that things would get ugly or he would lose control. It was best for the door to be left open so someone could hear if a fight had taken place.

“Look, you know why I’m here. I’m just gonna go straight to the point,” Ben said as he leaned back against the table, slightly sitting on it. “She told me you went to see her.”

Jack threw his phone on the bed and sat himself down on the edge of it. He ran his hand through his dampened hair, trying to keep it out of his face as he raised his head, meeting Ben’s glare.

“I did.”

“Yeah, I don’t appreciate it.”

The tension grew impossibly fast in the room. Ben wasted no time on making his point clear. He tried to be calm, but the tone of his voice and the look on his face perfectly showed how bothered he was. He was determined to let Jack understand that Jack had crossed a line and he was upset because of it.

Jack dropped his gaze. There was a thin silence before he responded. “I’m sorry,” his voice was small. Almost scared, and it just sounded silly to Ben, even more silly that Jack didn’t even have the courage to look at him when he said it.

“Is there something you said to her that I need to know?”

Jack shrugged. He looked like he was thinking. “Nah. I just apologised to her. Said that I regret everything I’ve done in the past. Regret that I hurt her.”

“You regret it?” Ben sniggered, shaking his head in disbelief. “Okay. And what’s the motive?”

“The motive?” Jack furrowed his brows as he looked at Ben.

“You travelled all the way to London to see her, you must’ve wanted something. So what is it?”

Jack opened his mouth, but it seemed like he hadn’t had the proper answer, so he closed it again, looked out the window as a little shaky breath escaped his lips. He needed a moment to find the right words to say.

“I swear to God, Jack, if you’re trying to get her heart back or anything, you should’ve known better because I would never let you—”

“No! No, mate, no way,” Jack cut him off. “I’d never do that. Chilly, you’re my friend. And I respect both of you.” Jack sighed heavily, running his hand through his hair again. “I just— I just needed to do it.”

“Explain, then,” Ben shrugged.

Jack scratched the back of his neck. He completely looked rattled. For a split second Ben thought that he should feel bad for confronting Jack like this, but Jack should’ve had expected this. There was no way that Ben wouldn’t do anything when the Brummie had gone to see his girlfriend sort of in secret.

“I got stuck, mate. Everything I do doesn’t feel right. And I just knew that it’s because I tried to run from all the consequences of what I did. But I finally have the courage to try to set it right. So I did,” he shrugged. “I made a terrible mistake and I’m trying to own it. I’m not asking her to forgive me, but she deserves a proper apology.”

Jack sighed again and the pregnant silence soon followed. Ben just looked down, staring absentmindedly at his crossed legs. He was processing everything that Jack had just said. It was actually a simple answer—Ben honestly had expected to listen to something more complicated, he’d prepared for the worst. But he wasn’t sure if he could just be relieved after knowing Jack’s modest reasoning.

“You don’t know how much she suffered, mate, how much she was hurting.”

“I do, I—”

“No, you don’t. You can’t possibly understand,” Ben snickered as he shook his head, shooting Jack a sharp glare. “You fucking called off an engagement, mate. On your own. You fucking dumped her.”

Ben could go on and on about this. He could blame Jack or list off the things Jack had done wrong. But whatever happened between Jack and her was their business; it wasn’t his place to say anything.

Jack gulped, gritting his teeth. “I know. Believe me, I know how fucking stupid I am and I’m gonna remember it forever. I’m sorry that it took me too long to fix it and–” Jack paused. He started to sound frustrated. “I’m sorry that I didn’t ask your permission to go see her. ‘Cause I know you won’t let me.” Jack said. Ben's heart dropped when he remembered that she said the exact same thing. “But It’s really over now. I won’t disturb her again.”

“You better.”

“I promise.”

Ben clenched his jaw, refraining himself from saying more. It was funny how Ben used to love hanging out with Jack, even got a bit sad every time they got separated, but now all he wanted to do was to punch Jack right on his face. It didn’t seem real that Jack had been someone that meant a lot to him.

She might have forgiven Jack, but Ben needed a longer time for that. It just pained him seeing his best friend ruined her life—she was a genuinely good person and she didn’t deserve the deep scar that Jack had left on her, the scar that had taken Ben everything to mend.

“I’ve never got to say this to you but… I’m glad that she’s with you.”

Jack’s words brought Ben back to the room.

“I regret the way I did it but I don’t regret calling it off,” Jack continued. Ben was immediately all ears again. “‘Cause she deserves way more than I gave her. And if there’s one person that can give her the world, I know it’s you.”

Ben’s heart clenched uncomfortably when he saw the sincerity in Jack’s eyes; Jack really meant what he said. 

“Take care of her. Don’t hurt her like I did.” Jack said. He sounded honest and genuine.

“You didn’t even need to tell me that”, “You no longer have the right to say that”, “I’m already taking care of her, and I won’t ever hurt her” were the few things that came up on Ben’s mind, but he didn’t say any of it out loud.

Ben just sighed as he ran his hand through his hair, tugging it in frustration in the process. He looked far out the window, at the shaky trees outside, as he slowly took a deep breath, trying to ease himself up a little bit. He’d planned to make it quick and simple, but now he knew it was impossible—he should’ve known that it would be this hard. It felt like he was about to kick someone out of his life, someone that had always been a part of it; maybe he was doing it, Ben wasn’t quite sure.

“Look, Jack,” Ben started. He looked at Jack who immediately met his darkened eyes. “I don’t care if you still care about her, if you wish you hadn’t done it, or if you can’t move on, whatever. I don’t wanna know. It’s your problem. Don’t make it ours,” Ben said. He couldn’t sound more serious than this. “She’s moved on and we’re happy. I hope you can respect that.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Good. And I really want you to let her go. Forget about her. She’s with me now. She’s mine.”

Jack nodded his head, clenching his jaw. They had always avoided talking about this whole thing before, and it was the first time for Ben to say it out loud for Jack to hear—that she belonged to Ben now.

Ben stood up, slightly tugging the hem of his shirt to get rid of the messy wrinkles, getting ready to leave. But before he walked out, he shot Jack one more serious look.

“I’ll give her the world she deserves, Jack, the world she wants. I’ll make it and protect it for her.”

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It was already past midnight, but Ben couldn’t stop tossing and turning in his bed. He was having some trouble sleeping. The talk he’d just had with Jack a couple hours ago was playing in his mind like a broken record. His voice and Jack’s sounded so loud inside his head and he couldn’t shut them up.

He had said everything he wanted to say and he was glad that he finally let everything out of his chest, and it almost annoyed him that he was still thinking about it just as much. Although he was now feeling significantly better—he had to hold everything in for a whole month—the anger that had been sitting at the bottom of his heart hadn’t quite disappeared completely. It seemed like it would take him some time to let everything go.

After another failed attempt at sending himself to sleep, Ben’s hand eventually travelled to the side of the bed and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. The clock on his phone showed “01.02 AM”—he only looked at it briefly before his eyes darted to the photo that he set as his wallpaper.

It was him and the love of his life, hugging, and behind them was the beautiful sea and orange sky of Ibiza.

A little frown made its way to his face as well as creases on his forehead. He felt his heart clenching—it hurt, but he found warmth and comfort in the pain like always. This feeling felt familiar, only because it was the thing he always felt every time he got reminded about how much he fucking loved her.

She was his woman, the person he loved the most in this world, the woman he saw himself spending his future with. He hoped he wasn’t being selfish, but he wanted her all to himself. Everyone from her past, especially the ones who left nothing but scars on her heart, should bid their goodbyes to her. Because there was no place for them in the world Ben was building for her.

After contemplating for a minute, Ben found himself dialling her number. His heart beat rhythmically with the ringback tone, somehow his nervousness building up with every dull sound coming out from his phone speaker.

She didn’t answer but Ben didn’t want to give up. He waited for another five minutes. He still felt like he wouldn’t be able to go to sleep if he didn’t at least listen to her voice, so he gave it another try.

“Babe, is everything okay?” This time it didn’t take long for a soft, hoarse, slightly concerned voice to greet him from the other side. “It’s… Past midnight.”

“Hey, babe, sorry for waking you up,” Ben answered. “Everything’s okay.”

She yawned and it sounded like she was shuffling in her bed under the thick blanket, and he swore he would do anything to be right there with her right now, pulling her close to him and holding her tight.

“You can’t sleep?” she whispered.

Ben only nodded, then he realised that they weren’t on a video call. “Yeah, can we switch to video? I want to see your face.”

“Sure, I probably look hideous, though… I was so tired yesterday…”

A smile found its way to Ben’s face when he saw her on his screen. Messy hair, puffy face, slightly reddened nose, but she looked incredibly cute. “Hello, you,” he teased, letting out a soft chuckle when she pouted and briefly covered half of her face with the blanket.

“What’s troubling your mind?” she asked a moment later. Her squinted eyes were staring at the screen.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged.

“Are you nervous about the game tomorrow?”

Ben shook his head. “Not really.”

She yawned again and softly rubbed her eyes. “Benjamin,” she called, blinking her eyes a few times before focusing on the screen again. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s going on, baby.”

“I know, love…” Ben let out a long sigh, puffing the air loudly through his lips. “I mean, I talked to Jack today.”

The silence swept the whole entire room in a split second. All Ben could hear was the sound of the clock ticking and the ringing in his ears. She dropped her gaze, avoiding looking at the screen. Ben’s heart was also sinking fast—he was scared that she was going to get mad at him.

“I just think that you should know about it— And, uh, he’s not gonna start the next game, that’s why I decided to talk to him today, and—”

“You told me you were going to wait until the camp ends.” She closed her eyes for a moment before looking back at the screen. “Personal matters can’t interfere with work, Ben. Your words.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay? But I’ll start tomorrow— today, I mean. I’m finally gonna play and I just need to get this thing off my mind first,” he shrugged. “You can’t say that it’s selfish of me after what he’s done.”

“I know, I get it.” She let out a long and heavy sigh. “I just wish this camp could’ve been just… Stress-free and drama-free for you,” she continued, drawing a little smirk from Ben. “Well, is there… Is there anything I need to know?”

“Well, I…” Ben looked up to the ceiling, pondering about the things she probably should know. “I wanted to punch him, but I didn’t.”

“Oh, wow,” she chortled.

“I didn’t,” Ben repeated. “And, really, I just talked to him, made my points clear. That I didn’t appreciate what he did, and that… You’re with me now.”

She pursed her lips and nodded. “Okay, and how do you feel now?”

“Uh…” His eyes briefly darted away. That was actually a tricky question. “So much better.”

The corners of her lips tugged upright forming a subtle smile. “Well, if you’re good then I’m good,” she said, and Ben responded with a nod. “Ben, it’s really over now, okay? You have nothing to worry about now, okay?” Ben responded with a nod. “Go win tomorrow’s– today’s game, and then come back home to me.”

Ben chuckled and he felt more comforted when he saw her smiling wider. “I can’t wait to be home too. I miss you.”

“I miss you too. Can I go back to sleep now?” she asked as she yawned, shifting in her bed and pulling her blanket up to her nose again. “I’m really tired, yesterday was, pffft, crazy.” Her voice was muffled by the blanket; she said it with her eyes closed. “We can talk again when you’re back…”

“Yeah, yeah, go back to sleep, babe. See you tomorrow, okay?”

“Mmm, see you tomorrow. Bye.”

“Bye, I love–” But Ben was cut off because she already ended the call. “You…”

Ben sighed with the smile still staying on his lips as he slightly shook his head. He was about to drop his phone when it buzzed and chimed. A notification had popped up.

I love you, good night baby<3

Ben smiled widened again, as he felt his heart pounding comfortably in his chest. It felt a little bit warmer now—his mind was filled with images of her and the voices that had been playing on his head were now replaced with her voice; soft, sweet, and calming.

Ben placed his phone back on the nightstand, before he made himself comfortable on the bed, took one deep breath, and went to sleep.

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you guys probably don't remember when i gave you 3 prompts to vote—but this one is from the "take care of her. don't hurt her like i did" prompt. i'm sorry that it took me 3 months to finish this piece, but i'm glad that it went through all the process because i think i like the final product and this could be on the top 10 of my personal best.

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[football-writing]

Jack Grealish - real smooth

Note: I haven't seen the david and liza vid that this request was based on, and I have the attention span of fresh gravy so I didn't watch it either lmao. But I had a bit of an idea in mind for this more like Mason's fifa forfeit vid with Chunkz (let's be honest that vid was hilarious I still watch it sometimes for laughs lmao) anyway I hope that's okay. Also this features other players too bc why not

Warnings: contains some curse words probably, slight mentions of sexy times at the end, also I have no idea how waxing actually works as my only knowledge comes from that Mason vid so,, this is probably not accurate sorry xoxo

Hope you enjoy babes x

It wasn't unusual for Jack to invite some of his friends over whenever he had a day off. In fact, his days off were usually spend either with you or with his friends, most often opting for eating out with you before getting back and playing fifa with the boys for well past midnight. Today was no different. You had occupied yourself with a book and and cup of tea in your shared bedroom, while Jack was downstairs with his friends playing fifa. Their yelling and laughter could be heard even from behind the closed bedroom door. Not that it bothered you too much: as long as they were having fun and cleaning up after themselves once they left, it was fine by you.

However, it surprised you to hear footsteps coming up to the stairs, then down the hallway to your room. They had everything they needed downstairs, and never before had they bothered you upstairs, so why would they now?

A knock sounded on your bedroom door and you yelled out a quick 'yeah' as you closed your book and sat up on the bed, curious as to what it was they needed.

"Hey angel." Jack said as his head popped through the door before making his way into your bedroom, sitting down defeatedly onto the edge of your bed. He had a slight pout on his face, and bit his bottom lip nervously as he looked at you.

"What's wrong, baby? Please tell me you didn't break anything down there." You said, a stern look plastered on your face.

"No, no, it's nothing like that. It's just- uhm." He hesitated as he looked down, playing with the hem of his shirt instead of maintaining eye contact with you. Worry took over your features. What was he up to now?

"We were playing fifa forfeit, right. And Ben said I had to wax my legs if I lost-"

"Oh my god, Jack!" A releaved sigh left her lips. It was never gonna be anything serious with these boys anyway. She should've known better. "Did you lose, though? Please tell me you did."

He only nodded in response, and she let out a squeel as she fell back on the bed.

"That's hilarious, I was worried there for a second, but this is great."

"Don't get too excited. The boys asked if I'd ask you if you had any wax. But I just came up here to chat for a bit and then I'll go back down saying you didn't."

"Now, why would you do that?" She said as she looked at him with raised brows, challenging him.

"You know, I actually do have some strips left, I'd be more than happy to wax your legs. Besides, a bet is a bet, Jack. You can't just back down now." She smiled thriumphantly and he groaned in response.

"Why won't you just have my back with this?"

"Oh, I can wax your back too, no problem."

"Not what I meant sweetheart."

"I know." She smiled cheekily as she leaned forward to kiss his cheek, before telling him she'd be downstairs in a bit with all the necessities to wax his legs.

"Hey boys!" She hollered as she rushed down the stairs with her wax kit, the boys looking up at her. Jack was already sitting on the chaise longue with his legs up. His shorts ridden up a bit more than usual to expose his muscular thighs. The others sitting next to him on the couch, ready for the action that was about to unfold.

"Ready, babe?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him as she sat down her kit.

"Oh I sure am!" Ben replied with a big boyish smile on his face.

"I'm sure you are, Ben." She chuckled as she ruffled his hair. He'd usually have it gelled back whenever he had a game, but kept it natural and curly when he came around theirs. It was her favourite look of his, perhaps partly because she could mess with his hair more easily.

"I remember when I had this done, hurts like hell. Good luck bro!" Mason interjected, patting Jack's shoulder in mock-sympathy.

"Yeah, I cannot wait to see you cry like a baby. I love you for coming up with this, Ben."

"Babe!" He whined. "You're supposed to support me here."

"Well I am supporting you, I'm the one waxing you. Trust me, you do not want to have this done by someone who has no idea what they're doing." You said as you warmed up a few strips of wax between your hands.

"Seconded." Declan replied with a serious face. Everyone looked at him in confusion; he had never told them about getting waxed before, but it sounded like an intriguing story.

"I'm not even gonna ask, mate." Jack said. Horror stories would not make this experience any more bearable for him. It left Dec pretending to be upset, eager to tell the - no doubt ridiculous - story.

"Alright, I'm gonna get these on." You interrupted their banter, tearing the strip to reveal the sticky substance underneath.

She put the strips on his leg as the boys chatted away. Just as she was putting the fourth strip on, Jack swatted her hand away.

"You have to put all those on?" He questioned her.

"Well the forfeit did say 'legs'. As in, both legs. Completely." Declan argued.

"I did say that. But that's a bit too harsh innit?"

"Yeah, there's already three strips on now, let's see how he gets through those first." Mason offered.

"Will hurt like hell with that much hair." Declan hit Jack's leg for emphasis.

"No doubt." You laughed as you smoothed out the strips once more.

"Ready, Jack?" You asked as you hold the edge of one of the strips, ready to pull it off.

"Wait, wait I gotta film this!" Declan was quick to exclaim as he took out his phone, much to Jack's dismay, who had his hands in front of his face as he waits for the inevitable pain of ripping off the strips.

"Alright, 3. 2. 1!" The boys count down in unison as you rip off the first strip.

"Jesus, Y/N!" An array of curses leave Jack's mouth as he yelps, gripping his leg in pain, his eyes wide with shock. Clearly he had underestimated how much this was really going to hurt, which has all of you rolling over with laughter. Mason is gripping his stomach as he's sitting on the floor, barely able to breathe between his giggles. You're trying to ease Jack's mind and soothingly rub the sensitive skin on his leg, but you're shaking too much from the laughter leaving your lips.

"Oh my lord, and look at the hair that's come off!" Declan hollers as he takes a step closer to properly film the strip that was, indeed, covered in Jack's leg hair. You held it up for the camera as you shrieked at the sheer amount of hair. It's like a lion's mane got glued on the strip.

"Jeez, Jack, you hairy lad." Declan laughs, which earns a grumble from dissatisfied boy. You're pretty sure if Dec wasn't responsible for filming the whole ordeal, he'd be on the ground just as Mason was.

"Oi, what are you crying for, mate? I'm the one in pain here." Jack points a finger accusingly at Ben, and when you turn around you see he has tears in his eyes, breathing coming out in desperate gasps as he shakes his head no, signalling he can't take any more of this banter. It seemed like everyone had at least slightly calmed down, but looking at Ben made everyone burst out in laughter yet again. Mason had tears streaming down his face now too, and you're sure he might piss his pants if he laughs any louder. It even makes Jack chuckle.

"Just get it over with, alright. I don't wanna be in pain any longer." Jack asks you nonetheless, guiding your hand to one of the other strips.

"It can't be that bad." Ben's voice is higher than usual from his earlier laughing fit, but he's wiping the tears from his eyes as he seems to have calmed down considerably. Mason can only nod in confirmation, still unable to form words without giggling.

"I have no problem waxing you lot too, babes." You smile up cheekily at them, which results in loud protests from the boys.

"Now that I would love to see." Jack replies, before looking down at his leg and rubbing the spot that was now rid of any hairs. "Perhaps this would be funnier if there weren't two other strips on me leg." He sighed in despair, staring at his leg with sad eyes. It made you chuckle, but seeing Jack's stern look dericted at you, you quickly focused on the task at hand.

"Alright, next one Jack."

"Lord have mercy."

The next strips don't have any other effect than the first one. It sends all of you rolling on the floor laughing, and Jack with tears in his eyes and red skin on his leg. Dec leaves the room at one point because he genuinely can't breathe, and Mason has to sprint to the bathroom, like you predicted. Meanwhile your hands get shakier and shakier from laughing, and you can barely see what you're doing due to the tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. Jack's decided to rip the last strip off himself, and you're shrieking with laughter as he pulls at it but chickens out from the pain, resulting in it only coming off halfway. When it is finally off, and all the hairy strips are disposed of, everyone slowly but certainly calms down. You're getting some lotion from upstairs to soothe the stinging, and when Ben orders pizza, it all seems long gone.

Yet when you're watching tv, and Mason steals a sneaky glance at Dec, the both can't help but try - and fail - to surpress their giggles.

It's how the rest of the night continued until the three other boys finally left in the late hours of the night.

"I'll clean, love. Get in bed and I'll see you in a bit, yeah?" Jack's offering once they're gone, and you're accepting gratefully as you kiss his cheek. The night was fun, but the laughing fits had you beyond tired.

So when Jack slips into bed next to you, you're already in bed with your eyes closed, dozing off.

"Hey, babe."

"Hm?" You mumble as you open your eyes at Jack's whisper.

"Wanna feel my leg?" He asks, but he's already draping his freshly waxed leg over your legs, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You've known the guy long enough to know that he won't stop bothering you if you decline, and the request makes you think of the many times you've asked him to feel your legs after - finally - shaving them again.

So you decide to humour him and softly carress his smooth leg.

"Feels pretty good, huh?" His voice cocky as he questions you.

"Sure, real smooth Jack."

"Wanna have sex with a sexy smooth beast like that?"

You snort loudly at his inappropriate request, shoving his leg off of you in a joking manner.

"Oh come on, don't tell me I went through all that for nothing!" He exclaims in agony.

"No, you went through all that because you suck at Fifa." You deadpan as you grin at him.

His eyes are darker as he watches you intently, and the knowing smirk on your face makes you apprehensive of what he's up to now. He's moving closer, hovering over you and effectively trapping you as his muscular arms hold himself up on either side of you. And next thing you know, he's placing a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth, before trailing down to your jaw. A gasp involuntarily leaves your lips as he nibbles at your earlobe.

"You know with how soft my leg is and all." He starts to whisper in your ear. His voice is husky and smooth - and normally you know what it means. But you have no clue where he's going with this sentence. "Would you mind if I-" And he's pausing again for dramatic effect as his lips graze over your hot skin. "Slitherin." He finally whispers in your ear, accentuating the 's'.

And just like that, you're back rolling over with laughter just like you had been that very afternoon.

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[pensat-i-fet]

The Journalist’s Footballer- Chapters Twenty One and Twenty Two (Rúben Dias)

Word count: 1036

*Author’s note: these 2 chapters act as a bridge between what could be seen as part 1 and 2, so it is more like a filler chapter to connect things so they make sense. But you don’t want to miss what’s coming on Wednesday and Friday 👀 *

Chapter 21:

Rúben

With Spurs only four points behind us, this match is a must-win. We need to head to the World Cup securely at the top of the league. 

I laugh reading Christina’s message.

“I won’t wish you good luck today because I hope you lose”.

“This is technically your team now, so…”

“Not my team when you play Spurs, it says so in the contract. Sorry! 🤷"

To be honest, it wouldn’t surprise me if she tried to add that to the contract. A contract I talked about with Tom. The moment I asked him about it and about Christina, he only told me that no, there isn’t a rule that forbids her from dating the players.

Well, interesting that he knew that was what I wanted to know. He had a good laugh seeing my face. I’m that obvious.

When we head to the pitch, I know there are two targets for me today. Winning and doing something else. I immediately find the person who can help me with one of those tasks and he is on board with it. Perfect.

The match, however, is not perfect. We lost Grealish at the beginning of the second half when he got his second yellow card and Spurs managed to get a 78th-minute equalizer through Son. 

“I guess a draw is ok. Also, you were amazing today. MOTM performance 😉❤️"

How does she manage to put a smile on my face with just a few words?

Pep wishes all of us going to the World Cup luck and tells us he'll see us when we are back.

I can’t help but have mixed emotions about leaving. 

Christina

These last few days in Brighton are all I needed. Seeing my parents, catching up with my sister and spending hours playing with my nephew. The smile hasn’t left my face the entire time.

“Chris? Can you come here a sec?”, asks my mother when the match ends.

“Sure. What is it?”

“What is going on between you and this Rúben guy?”

I blush and try to think of how I can deflect this.

“Don’t try and deny it. I’m your mother, darling. You are going to live in his apartment. You have visited him before in Manchester. And I could see the way your face lit up when he was shown on tv”.

That only makes me blush more. “There is nothing going on, mum”.

“Yet, you mean?”, she says with a knowing smile.

“Maybe”.

She sees me trying to get my hair out of my face and goes behind me to braid it. She can make me feel like an 8-year-old with just one small gesture.

“Just be careful, ok? I know footballers seem like a very attractive option, but many don’t have good intentions”.

“Mum…”

“I know, Rúben is not like that”, she says, finishing my braid and turning me so I look at her. “I want to believe that more than you. But just be careful, ok? I know you are a smart woman. I trust your good instinct. But still”.

“I will be careful”, I say, hugging her. 

“Just tell him that if he hurts you, Portugal isn’t far away enough. I’ll find him”, says my dad when he gets inside the kitchen.

I snort. “Ok, dad!”

“It wasn’t a joke”, he shrugs.

Chapter 22:

Christina

Moving day is finally here. Knowing my stuff is on its way, I relax on the train. It’s quite a long journey from Brighton to Manchester, so I brought more than one book with me.

When I finally get to Manchester, my body aches from sitting for so long. I need to decide whether I should do some yoga or take a bath. Probably both.

Closing the door behind me feels weird. This will be my place for the next two months, but it isn’t mine at the same time. It’s Rúben’s. 

I walk around the apartment, making sure everything is in order and I see a package on the kitchen table with my name on it. There is a letter next to it, so I read it first.

Dear Christina,

Welcome to Manchester! I wish I was there to help you adapt to the city, but I’m sure you’ll do well on your own. 

The apartment is all yours, remember. Nothing is off-limits, so please enjoy your time there while I’m gone. I know you’ll take good care of everything.

I thought I’d leave you a little present, as a welcome. Though it’s actually two things. One so you see I’m always thinking of you. The other so you, maybe, root for me when England isn’t playing.

I haven’t left when I’m writing this, yet I can’t wait to be back to be a part of your new journey. 

See you soon.

Rúben

I’m always thinking of you. It’s the closest any of us has come to confessing any type of feelings.

I wipe the little tears from my eyes and I open the package. The first thing I see is a white shirt. A…a Spurs shirt! And it’s Son’s!

I see it still has grass blades on it. Oh my God! He asked Son for his shirt after the match so he could give it to me? I’m laughing and crying while hugging the shirt. It’s such a thoughtful thing to do. And the suggestion that even during such a big match he was thinking about doing something like this for me. My heart couldn’t be more full.

I put the shirt down for a second, so I can see what else is in the package. A red shirt? I open it to see what it is only to reveal a Portugal shirt. I turn it to see the back and I see Rúben 3 printed on it. I move my fingers over the letters forming his name with tears in my eyes and a silly grin on my face. If I wasn’t falling for him before, I definitely am now.

After the bath, I put on Rúben’s Portugal shirt and go to bed. Sadly, it’s brand new and he hasn’t worn it, but it still makes me feel like he’s right there next to me. 

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[footballxposts]

Reckless - Jack Grealish

Warnings: Swearing, cheating mentioned, like really sad idk

Recommended listening; Reckless by Madison Beer (Slowed).

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reckless

/ˈrɛkləs/

adjective

heedless of danger or the consequences of one's actions; rash or impetuous.

Jack watched from the doorway of your little girl’s room as you sat on a stool beside her cot unaware of his presence. Closing the book you had just finished reading her a bedtime story from, you placed it on the dresser beside you. You re-extended your arm to pick up a small ballerina music box, twisting the little handle until you heard it start to chime. A soft tune filled the silent room, tears trickling down your cheeks causing you to wipe them with your warm knitted jumper. You took a deep breathe and studied your tiny human who was now fast asleep. She was everything to you.

“What am I going to do mama?” You asked her, knowing you weren’t going to get any advice or a comprehensive response regardless as to whether she was awake or asleep. She twitched a little but remained quiet. You and Jack had been together for four years now. He was doing well at Aston Villa and the national team, you were working part-time from home whilst bringing up your mini you. You had a roof of your head, beds to sleep in, food on the table. Above all you were in love and you were happy. But Jack wasn’t. He had cheated on you. And he knew you knew. But you stayed, not just for her but because he was all you had ever wanted. He was your everything too. Humming softly to the melody, you began to sing to her. You wished you were her age again. So innocent. So naive. Not a care or worry in the world. Sleeping so gently. The words parting your lips telling her how reckless your husband had been. How he’d been with another woman. How he’d told you that you were the only one for him. How he’d told you he’d never hurt you. How he had promised after the first time you found out that she meant nothing to him. You were broken. Not a clue on what to do.

Did you up and leave him? Did you try fight him in a court for custody? What if he won? Would he still let you see her? Where would you live? Would you have enough money to survive? Would you be able to raise your daughter as a single mother? Did you stay? Did you try again? Would he stop seeing her? How could you trust him ever again? Why did he want someone else over you? Was he not happy? Was he just bored of you now? Was she more of woman than you were? What did she have that you didn’t? Did he know how close you were to just being done with everything? You begged for answers, every thought and scenario possible running through your mind.

“Each day goes by and each night I cry, somebody saw you with her last night, you gave me your word, don’t worry about her, you might love her now but you loved me first..” you cried, singing faintly into the void. “Said you’d never hurt me, but here we are. Oh you swore on every star. How could you be so reckless with my heart?”

Tears were now in full flow down your cheeks, droplets landing on your knees. From his position, he looked on, his heart shattering at your state. He was now crying himself, trying to be as quiet as he could. The lyrics of the song you were singing like daggers. How could he have done this to you both? You were the two most important women in his life besides his mother. He left the room quickly. Standing up now towering over your one and a half year old, you wished her goodnight and placed the music box back on the unit. Turning on her night light and turning off the lamp beside you, you turned around, convinced you had seen a shadow but dismissing the thought. Making your way back downstairs to one of the rooms the opposite side of your house, you sat in front of the large grand piano that was placed in one of the sitting rooms. Pressing a few of the keys softly, you closed your eyes and sighed. Continuing the song you were previously singing to your little girl, Jack stood outside the door, his back against the cold wall listening.

“You check in and out, of my heart like a hotel. And she must be perfect oh well, I hope you both go to..hhh..”you paused not singing the last word as you really didn’t wish that on him. “I still have the letter you wrote when you told me that I was the only girl you’d ever want in your life, I guess my friends were right..” Unable to continue as you were now sobbing with your head in your arms on the top of the piano, Jack entered the room.

“Y/N…” he said softly, pain and sorrow in his voice. He startled you.

“Jesus Jack, you scared the shit out of me! I didn’t realise you were home, I thought you were out with the lads..” you jumped. His arms were folded when you initially saw him, but they were down by his side now in his pockets. He was sniffling himself.

“Can we talk?” he whispered, the light of the hallway now illuminating his body. You hesitated to reply but eventually nodded as he closed over the door as he motioned for you to sit on the couch. He sat in front of you on the coffee table, his fingers covering his mouth, thumb under his chin. Silence lingered in the air like stale food, only the only thing that was stale here was your romance. “I don’t even know what to say.” he began, his own head in his hands now as his elbows rested on his knees. “The song you were singing upstairs and down here, when I tell you it broke me to pieces.” he bawled. You didn’t know how to react, knowing he’d heard all of it. You wanted to comfort him but how could you when you needed comfort from him more than anything? “I’m so sorry Y/N..so fucking sorry. Fuck sake I’m such a fucking dickhead I ruin everything. Best thing in my life you two and I’ve just thrown it away.”

You couldn’t form words. Instead you just cried and cried, shaking your head. Looking up at you from his position, he closed his eyes before reopening them and joining you on the couch wrapping his arms around you. You just broke in his grasp, his hands rubbing your head, constantly kissing the top of it. There was a long silence, until you finally got something out.

“Do you love her Jack?” you asked.

“Huh? Of course I do, she’s my little princess.” He stated, thinking you were talking about your daughter.

“Not our child Jack. Do you love the woman you’re sleeping with?” you murmured. He was taken aback but responded quickly.

“What? No, no I don’t.” he answered confidently. “I promise you I don’t.”

“Then why? Why did you go near her?” you said now coming up to meet him, his face sending you over the edge every time.

“I don’t.. I don’t know. It was a drunk mistake. The biggest mistake I’ve ever made. She got me hammered but I’m done with her I swear on our kid’s life. I never want to see her again and I never will. Look I know won’t believe me and you probably will never trust me again Y/N, but I promise to stand by you both for the rest of my life no matter what. I know I haven’t be a man in the past, but from this night fourth I will do everything in my power to try to be the best man I can be. I love you both to the ends of the earth and I will never ever put myself in a position like that again. I can’t lose you both..” he trailed off, his brummy accent so thick.

“We can’t lose you either Jack.” you whispered as he wiped your tears and pulled you back in to him.

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[football-rambles]

History - Jack Grealish

Based on One Direction - History. For the One Direction Series, which can be found here.

Disclaimer: This is all fictional purposes. Italics are flashbacks! Also swearing.

You couldn’t understand it. You understood that Jack was moving to a different club and a different city, but you weren’t expecting him to break up with you. Sure, it would have been trying times in your relationship while you ironed things each end but breaking up wasn’t part of the plan in your hand.                              

Sure, it had been a difficult few month, transfer rumours for Jack started before even the euros started and then when he was away for the euros that was hard, not seeing him for weeks only a distance. But you thought you both were going strong. How you were so wrong.

“We can’t do this anymore; I can’t do this anymore.” Jack spoke as he started to pack his suitcase ready to move up to the flat both of you chose once he signed his contract.

“What do you mean?” You asked, unsure where this was heading as you were helping him pack another suitcase.

“Us…I can’t do this anymore.” Jack spoke without making eye contact at you.

You didn’t know where this came from, your mind then started to go back to all the once what you thought was daft rumours could they be true.

“Is there someone else?” You snapped, trying not to let the tears that was currently threatening to fall. “I thought we was doing okay.” Your voice breaks.

“No. I promise you there’s no one else, I just think…it’s not going to work. I’m going to be mostly up in Manchester, you’ll be here. I just think we should end it before we get over our heads” He continued.

You laughed, at his comment and shaking your head. You had been together since school and now he wants to call it quits. Shaking your head, throwing the clothes you had folded neatly. “Do you know what. Fuck you, Jack!” You stormed out of the bedroom, to the bathroom down the hall where the tears fell quicker than you could catch.

Jack did try and speak to you through the door, but you replied some blue words telling him to enjoy his new life in Manchester and hope it was worth it. He gave up.

Weeks had passed, you we’re supposed to be moving up with Jack as a surprise. But you had quit your job for nothing and there was nothing you could do to reverse the life you were planning to leave behind.

You met up with his mother one day, she wanted to speak with you to try and find out what was going on. You didn’t want to bad mouth her son to her but you couldn’t help it.

“Y/N, sweetheart. How are you doing?” Karen spoke as she pulled you in for a hug.

“You know getting there.” You give a small smile as you sit down.

“Jack didn’t tell me much, but he was concerned on how he left things.” She spoke, which made you chuckle and shake your head.

“What happened?” She asked sympathetic.

“I don’t know…I thought we was going well. I was looking forward to going to Manchester to join him, but it was just out of nowhere he broke up with me.” You spoke.

“I gave up a lot for him already and about to give up my life to support him and this what happens.” You carried on your rant.

Karen listened and gave a small sigh. “Well…He didn’t tell me the exact reason. But let me tell you he is miserable.” She says softly.

“Good. He broke my heart after nine years I’m not exactly dancing around the room.” You spoke and sighed “I’m sorry Karen it’s not fair for you to listen to this.” You say, feeling sorry that you were ranting about her son.

“Don’t apologise, you’re much as part of our family despite what is happening with the two of you. And trust me. Give it a few weeks once he settles, he will realise what he’s done.” She gives a small smile as she held your hand soothingly.

You had dealt with a lot of things during the relationship, when he ended up being banned by driving, all the rumours that sometimes led to fights that would go on for hours, even days at times but you eventually worked out everything and carried on normal. How he could just give up on us you would never understand.

Weeks later, you were flicking through the channels as you ended up on the sports channel. The game was on, you missed going to the actual matches, something that baffled Jack that you enjoyed football regardless of who was playing you loved the sport. It was one of the best traits he loved.

You saw Jack coming off the bench, the first time you saw him since he left the house. You avoided everything with his name on social media. You took a step back after Instagram fans got whiff that the two of you were no longer. You sighed as you decided to change the channel and eventually turned off the tv.

You decided to get an early night, wanting to snuggle down reading a book that you found kept your mind off your thoughts. It didn’t work because you were still reading at 01:00am in the morning, you flicked the page when you heard your front door open and closed.

You didn’t know what it was, and you were sure you locked everything before you went up to bed. As you got out of the bed and put your main light on, picking up an ornament carrying it out to the hall.

“Hello?” You called out. Nothing

“Who’s there?” You asked as you moved, slowly heading down the stairs, you were now scared of who it was, as you got down to the bottom of the stairs to see that Jack was standing there.

“It’s only me” He said holding his hands up.

“What the hell!” You yelled as you placed the ornament down, knowing it wasn’t a burglar. “What are you doing here?” You spat out.

“I needed to speak to you.” Jack spoke, something about him was different, like he wasn’t happy.

“At 1am in the morning! Couldn’t it wait till a reasonable hour? Or maybe a phone call would have been better?” You snap.

“You wouldn’t have answered.” Jack spoke back.

“So, you thought you frighten a girl to death by breaking into the house.” You say shaking your head, as Jack held up a key.

“What do you want Jack?” You sigh.

“To tell you I’m the biggest idiot on the planet right now, and to say I’m sorry.” He starts as you nodded in agreement with his statement.

“I realised, that all this with the transfer and everything doesn’t mean anything.” He paused “It does but all of this isn’t worth it without you. Life has been miserable without you. I didn’t realise how much you were there, after the matches, waiting for me at home. We have so much history that I realised I don’t want to throw it away” Jack continued.

You looked at him, as you crossed your arms over your chest. “Keep going.” You speak, liking what he was saying.

“What I’m saying without you here, life is just a lie. We can make it; I know we can.” He spoke.

You stared at him and let out a small sigh “You can’t just expect things to be the same. I was ready to move my whole life for you Jack.” You speak.

“I know, and I promise we’ll make it work. You can come from work at the weekends and whenever you can. I could come back on when we have a little time.” Jack started to reel a list of scenarios.

“I quit my job” You speak, as Jack looked at you confused too why. “I quit my job because I was going to move up to Manchester.” You speak. “So, I guess, I am free to come up anytime.” You shrug.

“You can get a job up there, honestly you’ll be great in Manchester.” Jack nodded.

“Maybe, but right now I just need to sleep on it. I give you a call tomorrow” You say, feeling rather tired than you did. “Did you want to take the spare room for tonight?” You asked, not ready to let him come to bed with you just yet until you were fully sure what you wanted to do.

“I can’t I’ve got to get back. I have training in the middle and Pep will kill me.” Jack spoke. “Did you want your key back?” He asked, holding it up. as you shake your head.

“Keep it.” You give a small smile. “Goodnight Jack.” You say softly, as you walked up the stairs heading towards the bed that you, as you climbed into bed, thinking about all this history you had with Jack that maybe it wasn’t time to give up with him just yet.

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Meu Amor | Chapter 11

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When I arrive at the family and friends area, some people are already there, but the only person I recognize is Grealish's girlfriend.

"Do you need any help, ma'am?" a steward asks.

"I'm looking for my seat" I say, showing her my phone.

"This way."

I'm sitting on the left side, away from the entrance, kind of hidden from the rest. But the views of the pitch are amazing. Maybe this change wasn't that bad.

"Would you like something to drink?" another steward asks me.

"I'm fine, thank you."

As she leaves, I notice someone staring at me. Someone very familiar. No. It can't be.

"Hey, I know you" he says, walking towards me.

Ivan. Rúben's brother. Fuck.

"You are Rúben's friend! Or should I say, girlfriend" he says, lowering his voice and sitting next to me.

"Excuse me?"

"He told me. Well, he had to tell me. I can be very persistent sometimes" Ivan shrugs. Persisten, or annoying as Rúben would say. "I didn't expect to see you here. He said you usually come to his Champions League games because you are free, but that you watch them down there."

"He couldn't get my usual ticket today.”

"This is a really good place to watch the game too, you'll see. Though he has also told me that you aren't a big City fan. Is that true?"

Is there anything about me that Rúben hasn't told him?

"It is, yes."

"We have theories about the team you support. Do you want to hear mine?"

"Go ahead." 

"I think you support United" he whispers.

"What?" I say, almost choking.

"Ha! I knew it! Look at your face. You are as red as their shirt."

"I don't support them."

"Yeah, yeah, try to fix it now" he laughs. "But don't worry, I won't tell Rúben."

"Ivan!" Someone calls behind him. But not just someone. His dad. Rúben's dad. Help.

"I better go, I don't want your father-in-law to be mad at me" he winks. "See you around, little red devil."

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The game is... Simply crazy. And for the first time, I do more than worry about Rúben and enjoy watching them play. Though I think I should thank Real Madrid for that.

Like I've done during other games, I walk towards the press area, where Lucy will be waiting for me to accompany me to the parking.

"What a game, uh?" she says.

"No time to get bored" I chuckle.

"We'll see what happens on the second leg. I don't trust those Spaniards."

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"Hello, meu amor" Rúben says when we meet next to his car, kissing me on the cheek. "You must have enjoyed tonight's game."

"I did, yes. It helped me forget that I met your brother. This time properly."

"What? That... That shouldn't have happened."

"Well, it did" I shrug.

"What did he say? Did he behave?"

"I guess. He told me he knew we were dating."

"Ugh, I'm sorry. But I had to tell him. He has been asking about you since the year literally started."

"It's ok, don't worry. But you should have told me.”

"I know, I know. I'm sorry."

"I also saw your dad."

"What?"

"We didn't talk or anything. He just looked at me from afar because he saw me talking with Ivan. But he seemed... Intimidating."

"Really?" Rúben chuckles.

"Yeah. A bit like you when you are on the pitch."

"I always thought I had my mother's temper. But anyway. Should we leave? I'm in the mood to celebrate" he says as he puts his hands on my hips, pulling me closer.

"Celebrate how?" I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Well, I have some ideas. For example..."

"Rúben!" someone calls, making him jump and pull me away from him.

"Papa" he says, turning around, hiding me behind him and not letting me see who is the owner of the voice. Though I have recognized the word. Papa. Rúben's dad.

They start talking in Portuguese, but I'm not able to understand a thing. Then a woman speaks, also in Portuguese. Whatever she says, makes Rúben hid me a bit more behind him. What is going on?

They talk for a bit longer, and then he turns to look at me.

"They want to know who I am hiding" he says.

"Those are your parents, aren't they?"

"Yes."

"Are you gonna tell them about us?"

"I don't know. Are you ready for that? I don't want to pressure you or anything."

"Can we get away without telling the truth?"

"I don't think so."

Behind him, his mother speaks again, and judging by her tone, she's tired of waiting.

"Ready?" he says, offering me his hand.

"As ready as one can be" I say, taking a deep breath and his hand.

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"That wasn't that bad, was it?" I say as we drive to Rúben's house.

"I was shitting myself."

"Same" I laugh. "But even though we didn't understand half of what the other was saying, it kind of worked."

"It did" he says, letting out a big sigh. "They liked you. A lot. Especially my dad."

"Really? He seemed so serious all the time."

"That's the way he is. But I can tell when he likes someone."

"What about your mum? She seemed very lovely... And she reminded me of you when you get all cute and lovey dovey."

"When do I get like that?"

"All the time when we are alone, Rúben. All the time. Like Lucy said when I first met her, you are a big guy on the outside, but a softie on the inside."

"Maybe I am" he laughs. "But don't let Ancelotti know that. They may use it against me."

"My lips are sealed."

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I’m glad you had a good day and yes I would like to hear about your day :) Can I request a jack grealish smut where we are on holiday and wearing a revealing ish bikini and it drives him mad. We tease him throughout the day and it ends up where jack drags us back to our holiday home and rough sex everywhere lol <33

(Also I’ve had a good day but I’m making sure I drink more cus ya know period problems lol)

Well here it is my first ever Smut, I really don’t know if you guys are going to like it but I tried my best lol. Love talking to you guys.

You could see Jack looking at you every now and then from the corner of your eye but didn’t think anything of it till he started biting his lip looking at your body while you walk around the pool in only in a white two piece bikini barely covering anything. You wanted to walk over to him and drag him back to your room but decided to play a little with him first. You sat down by the pool and smiled innocently when he walk up to you.“Baby can you help me with the sunscreen”you asked passing him the bottle while you turn on your back. You heard him breath out and sat down next to you. He put the lotion on your back and started messaging. You let out a few moans and groans just to tease him and turn your head slightly to see him with wide eyes while he adjusted his shorts.

“Baby my legs”You said batting your eyelashes while you look at him. You couldn’t lie to yourself it felt really nice to have his big hands all over your body and it was starting to really turn you on as well but you decided to wait a little more. His hands brushed against yours ass and you moved slightly making him groan.“You don’t even know how you drive me crazy”he whispered making you swallow the knot you felt down your throat. You turn around and gave him a quick kiss thanking him before walking back to the kitchen. You felt him behind you but you didn’t stop you kept walking till you were in the kitchen.

The moment the turn around you felt his strong arms around you and his lips against yourself. “You’re just a fucking tease”he said.His hands were again all over you, he grabbed your ass to your boobs then to running it though your hair. You stepped back till you hit the counter and he told you to jump and you listened. While he kissed his way down your body telling you how much of a tease you were today and how you were going to be punished for that. He kissed the inside of your thigh not moving to the place you needed him most. Making you groan in frustration. You moved your hand to his hair and guided him to your heating core. A series of curse words left your mouth when you felt him rip your thong letting you finally be free. You laid on the kitchen counter while Jack was in between your legs working his magic on you. The way he pushed his tongue against your walls or when he rubbed eight figures on your clit. Your head was thrown back and your hand pulling him closer by the hair while he ate you out. The loud moan of his name could definitely be heard from your neighbors house but you didn’t care at this point you only wanted him.

The closer you got to your orgasm the more you spread your legs as if it was helping at all but that’s all you could do you were helpless. You gasped as soon he pulled away leaving you laid there more frustrated.“This is for earlier now…come here”he whispered with voice low with lust. Pushing his long fingers into your mouth making taste yourself. He pulled you up and pick you up with your legs around his waist while he carried you to your shared bedroom. Laying you on the bed. You didn’t waste time and pulled off your top starting to push his short down. He laughed at how eager you were and kick them somewhere across the room. He kissed you from head to toe, messaging your boobs while you just laid there stuck in place unable to move since it felt so good. He soon stopped and hover you while kissing your neck with anger definitely leaving marks that will show up later.“Just fuck me please”you begged your hands in his hair. He didn’t skip a beat and pounded into you. You didn’t even have time to adjust and he was trusting his hips with so much force that you started digging your nails into his back. Your toes curled, your back arched and your eyes couldn’t even open as the feeling of pleasure over came your body making you scream his name out.“Cum for me baby”he groaned kissing your collarbone down to your breasts. Your walls clenched against his member driving him closer to his orgasm while your juice exposed inside of you. He soon pulled out laying next to you both breathing uncontrollably loud.“I should definitely tease you more”you let out with a little laugh following while he smiled kissing your head.“Ready for round two”he asked his hands slowly moving down your body.

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