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mchlgayser · 1 year

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FLINCH!

starring: jude bellingham x female!reader

warning: slight mentions of reader past's relationship, very angsty but with a fluff ending & not proofread

author's note: im a big fan of how this turns out, so good, better than what i had in mind tbh, didn't mean to make jude so red flag in here but things happened lmao.

song suggestion: tv by billie eilish

It was nighttime, past midnight, the clock strike two in the morning but still no signs of your boyfriend. You are well aware of the celebration party his manager arranged for him and the guys after they won an important match this evening but one thing that you don't get is that. For this long? He was out for all day, his match supposedly ended at 21:00 and now it's almost 03:00.

You are getting furious, partially worried and anxious, if you could drive his other car, you would have already done it hours ago revving to the club he's at but the problem is you don't drive. Your boyfriend never let you to.

Your body slumping on the leather couch, eyes boring glare on the door waiting and waiting.

The constant loud knocks on the door brought you back to life, grabbing your phone from the coffee table to see that it was now 4:03 in the morning. How furious you grew after that dashing to the door

His body immediately stuck on you like glue, his hands on his side as he rested his chin over the shoulder, you see Gio over the door 'Thanks for bringing him back.' You said, he nodded 'Try to convince him to go home but you know how he is..' You rolled your eyes 'Yeah, stubborn. Still thanks again, have a good night.' You closed the door after, bringing Jude back to your room which you silently pray for it to magically be on the first floor so that you won't have to drag him all the way.

Only a few steps up and you already gave up, he was giving up his weight on you, and your legs gave up, so you threw him down as he groan and sighed with a small smile 'You should just sleep here, I think.'

Give him a small fluff blanket, you draped it over his curled-up figure and undo some of his buttons 'Night.' You left after that having your best time sleeping on the king sized bed alone.

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The next morning, Jude woke up feeling sort of discomfort and throbbing all over, his whole body is aching in pain and so is his head, probably the hungover from last night's event. His eyes are blurry, looking around but his neck are too sore for him to even twist it around. A couple of minutes has passed, he gained visions and now stunned seeing himself, sleeping on the stairs, not sleeping on his bed is one thing, no pillow is one thing.

His eyes averted to the living room, seeing you with a bowl of cereal in hand, your eyes were fixated on the movie that was playing. He tried getting up but he ended up falling back. He groaned in frustration 'Hey Y/n! Why am I sleeping here?' But you ignored him.

He grew frustrated getting up forcefully and went up to you 'Y/n? I'm talking to you.'

'Jeez, you are so loud for someone with a throbbing headache, leave me alone Jude.' He grab the controller from the table and switched off the tv 'Hey!' You growled, trying to get back but he silenced you with a side glare 'Stop it I-' He drops the controller, his head is aching in so much pain

You rolled your eyes, 'Take this pill.' He yanked it from you and you scoff 'What a jerk you are.' He sighs 'Leave me alone.'

'Nah uh, I said that first, you leave me alone, Jude.' You pointed out and sit back down.

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The rest of the afternoon you've been ignoring him, well it's not like he's not ignoring you too. You do your stuff staying on the living room whilst he stayed in the room, '...Hey.' You heard him say, you noticed him from the corner of your eye but didn't budge 'C'mon Y/n, you can't stay mad at me forever?'

'Watch me.'

'Look I get it, I came home late last night but it's not like it was all the time right? Am I not allowed to have fun now? Do you think you can keep me in cage here forever? Come on, have some common sense.' You scoff 'This is so irrelevant, Oh my God! Go on have all the fun you want and come back every day at 04:00! You know what, I'm not even gonna complain! Go! Go partying, get drunk whatever, I don't even care anymore...' Your breath are rigid, out of breath, your chest violently bounced up and down

He huffed in disbelief 'Sometimes, I think it's better if I just don't go home at all you know, I'm so tired of your constant yelling and annoying rants, You are always onto me, pointing my mistakes, being absolute burden! This issue of yours I'm fucking tired of it! I'm tired of these pointless arguments! I'm tired of you!' Every spiteful word that are coming out of his mouth are like a knife, slashing into your heart multiple times.

His angry exhales, it was scary, reminiscing all your horrendous memories of your past. You eyes moist with warm tears cascaded your cheeks, it was hard to contains and you ended up crying a bit despite wanting to look tough

He sighed feeling frustrated at himself, it was't his intention to say such things, he was just mad that you've been ignoring him and not to mention the hungover from last night haven't yet subsided. He bring his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose but your next actions instantly brought tears to his eyes, he was shuddering in mistrust

Both of your hands are now in front of your face guarding it, your whole body fell to the floor as you yelped, your figure are in a major trembling state. He was stunned, could't be able to move 'Y/n...Did you...?' He was so out of words. Not once, never once this would cross his mind, the day you would become scared of him. In this poor shattering state. All because of him.

His hand wanted to hold out for you but he restrained himself, turning heels and left the house grabbing his jacket and slammed the door. You try muffling your sobs but the moment he left, you could't helped but wail and sobs like a broken child. You began hating yourself for this. How could you?! How could you think he would ever hit you?! But you could not helped it, your body acts on its own. You are too scared because of the argument.

You brought your knees to your chest hug it and cry, you don't know how fast time flies but Jude came home again, you are still in the same position but you are sleeping. His eyes soften nearing your structure and picking you up, how saddening it is for him to see you in this puffy-eyed state, cheeks stained with tears, lips bleeding slightly. He gently puts you to bed and tucked you in giving your temple and the tip of your nose a chaste kiss.

He was about to leave, ready to take the guest room to sleep but you hold his hand, your eyes barely opened but he could see that it was reddish and swell 'Hey...' He croaked, tucking one strand of your hair behind your ear. He was cautious as he sat beside you by the edge of the bed with your hand still holding his.

He was hesitant 'I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean what I said, at all. I'm just... Mad because you ignored me but I understand. You can stay mad as long as you want, I'll make it up to you, months, years, decades and forever so please don't leave me.' You hold tightens, sending him a small lazy smile 'No I'm sorry Jude, I know you won't hit me it's just... I think I'm being paranoid. You know how shitty my past relationships are.' He adjusted the hold, hands now entangling

'And I promise not to make you feel that way anymore, from today onwards, no sorrow for you. At least not from me. I won't treat you like they did. I won't became the asshole and treat you like an object. You are one kind of treasure. That one that needs to be held carefully so it won't break. I promise to take a better care of you.' He boops your nose and smile giving you a long kiss on the head and hugs your form

'Come on, sleep with me.' He get under the bed beside you, his body facing you with one arm stretching out and tucks it under your head and the other arm resting on your waist caressing it. Your head against his broad chest and hugging him close to you, closing your eyes with a contempt sigh 'I love you Jude.' Her hums, kissing the top of your head and murmur; 'I love you too babe.'

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valentinajadehill · 11 months

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just a show part one, part two

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final-script · 11 months

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Decisions | Jack Grealish

Pairing: Jack Grealish x Reader

Sumary: When they decide to take the step from being private to being private but not secret.

Warnings: English is not my first language !!!.There are probably many mistakes (I will correct them later),

a/n : Honestly, I don't know if it makes any sense what I just did, but I hope you enjoy them.

Gif: packjoker

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They both scrutinized every moment they shared alone.

Jack knew what the press is like, so since he met you and both decided to start a relationship, they decided to keep him private for at least a while.

Being able to enjoy your boy, without having people who are continually criticizing what they were doing, is beautiful.

It was beautiful, but at the same time stressful, having to go out and do everything secretly, stopped being something fun, after the first few months.

Were you willing to put up with it? Yes, because you enjoyed every moment with Jack.

But… As in most cases, there was a very big but, you liked privacy and everything that came with it, but… At the same time you wanted to be able to show off a little about your relationship.

(…)

One night while having dinner at Jack's house, it seemed that the two wanted to talk about it.

For a few weeks, Jack had begun to imagine, how you would look in the area for relatives at games, wearing his number, with his family.

J- there is something I want to talk to you about. You could notice your boyfriend somewhat nervous, you did not know if as much as you were, but you could notice it.

Y/N- it seems that we think the same, I must also mention something, but since you mentioned it, tell me. You cheered him up.

J- for a few weeks, I've been thinking about it and I would like us to make it public, I would like to see you in the games using my number, that you are with my family cheering me, if you think I am filling too much fast, please tell me.

Y/N- I don't know how, worse you've read my mind, I know we enjoy our privacy, but I think it's getting stressful and I know you want to protect me from the press, but believe me that little will matter what they say, as long as we are together.

Taking his hand at the table.

Y/N- we can also remain private, only now everyone will know.

J- for a moment I thought you would say no.

Y/N- oh, believe me, as much as I value our privacy, I'm not going to miss the opportunity to show off my boy.

J- nor I to my girl. You knew he was very capable.

That night he went to bed with the agreement that little by little they would start posting about each other on their instagram and maybe after going publicly to one of their parties they would make an official post.

(...)

Several instagram posts later, they could see how you were welcomed by people, some Jack fans thanked you for the photos you posted of him, which seemed funny to you and there were also some hate comments that they clearly chose to ignore.

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ANOTHERS

Mommy and Daddy - John Stones x Reader

The Best Kept Secret - Arthur Leclerc x Reader

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football-and-fanfics · 8 months

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Flirty - Jack Grealish

Who: Jack Grealish Request: I don't mind the genre but jack is very flirty and the reader isn't happy about it ?? Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of crying and insecurity.

Jack was a flirty, jokey person by nature, you knew that from the first moment you met him. It never bothered you much, but lately you found that it made you feel insecure. You didn't exactly know why, it never bothered you that much before. In fact, you even liked that mischievous, flirty side of Jack's personality.

But when you saw him do a post-match interview today with a female reporter, once again joking and flirting, it just became too much.

You were crying when Jack came home and you had been doing so for over an hour. "Oh my god." Jack immediately rushed over to where you sat on the floor. "What happened? Are you alright?"

You pushed Jack away the moment his well-meant hands touched you. "Don't touch me!" You jumped to your feet. "You! You are my problem!" Jack was left kneeling on the floor where just seconds ago you had sat. He looked utterly confused and hurt.

"Wh-- what did I do?" Jack stammered. "You with the endless flirting!" You yelled back. "And during a TV interview, nonetheless. Like I wasn't going to see that!" "A-are you talking about today?" Jack's confusion only grew. "I didn't do anything I don't normally do. You've never been bothered by how I am around other people." "Well, apparently I am now!" You shrieked.

"Baby, calm down." Jack carefully approached you. "I'm sorry if it made you feel uncomfortable, but that's just how I am, it doesn't mean anything. You know that!" You gulped a few times, before you finally threw out what you really felt. "But it makes me feel so damn insecure!" You broke down sobbing, and this time you allowed Jack to wrap his arms around you and press you tightly to his chest.

"You have no reason to worry." Jack pressed soft kisses into your hair. "I love you, and only you." "I'm sorry..." You sniffled. "I'm being stupid and you don't deserve that." "It's okay," Jack mumbled, glad to see that you were calming down a little again. "I'll try to be less... approachable to other women." You laughed through your tears at his choice of words, but you were glad with Jack's commitment. "Thank you."

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macybeckham7 · 6 months

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Beckham reader and Jack are having dinner with her family while Netflix crew is around. When Victoria and David start dancing in the kitchen, she makes her daughter and Jack join them. The scene of four of them dancing goes viral and becomes fan favorite. Even Jack is asked about it in interviews

You were having a family evening which was something you often liked to do, your parents enjoying having all the kids under the same roof which was hard to do on recent times. After David cooked a mean meal, and the drinks were flowing, Victoria puts on some music and the parents are dancing in the kitchen (which was often how the family dinners end). ‘Come on’ Victoria waves over to you. Jack was the one who stands up first as Brooklyn and Nicola shake their heads. He takes your hand and you both walk over to them. You couple your mums movement and how she holds her husband, Jack smiles at you as the four of you dance around the kitchen. You all dancing and singing, before you dance with David and Jack with Victoria. When the documentary comes out the scene was one that got everyone talking, many people posting it on socials and dancing along with you. During an interview Jack gets asked about his moves, with him saying that it was a normal family thing and how much he loves the Beckham’s.

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footballffbarbiex · 2 years

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Casual.

player: jack grealish words: 641 request: a small blurb for grealish just cuddling in bed watching tele and laying between his legs and squeezing his thighs and calfs in a little massage n stuff 🥰

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As much as he liked being in relationships, more so the companionship than anything, Jack hadn’t seen himself as the settling down type. Even at the start of this relationship, he hadn’t been sure how long it would last. He would always refer to her as his girlfriend, never shied away from talking about her, and never denied who she was to him if he was asked, but it wasn’t until she had to go away for several weeks, and the contact was less that he realised he felt very differently about her.

Normally, through no fault of the women he’d dated, he didn’t mind if he didn’t get a text goodnight or good morning. He’d always double check that everything was ok later on the day but understood that people were just sometimes busy. Sometimes, people just didn’t have anything to say, and Jack didn’t take offence to this. Sometimes, he also didn’t want to speak when he got in from a hard training session which maybe didn’t go his way or after a game when he just needed to sit on his own for a while. But with her, he found himself growing agitated if they hadn’t spoken for a few hours.

Maybe it was the fact that she wasn’t readily available to him. Maybe it was because it felt that he had to try harder to get her attention and hold onto it while she was away. He didn’t know the exact cause for his shift in how he felt about her and their relationship, but what he did know was that when she came home, he didn’t want to let her out of his sight.

He became more vocal about wanting to spend the night with one another, it didn’t matter if it was at his house or hers. He found he didn’t even want or need to be physical with her, simply laying in bed or on the couch with her close enough to be within non-sexual touching distance was enough. He liked knowing he could speak to her without having to pick up his phone and tonight was no exception to this.

With her head on Jack’s stomach, she absentmindedly strokes over where she can reach. The other side of his waist, over his hips, the defined V lines which leads to his shorts, the exposed skin of his thighs, her hands drift everywhere but the growing bulge that was getting harder to ignore. He’s given up dropping hints about where else she can use her hand, laughing when she’d reply with a gentle bite to his skin when he suggested it.

“You need to speak to physio about this, you’ve still got knots here.” She comments, pressing three fingers into his muscle before easing up a little when he growls through gritted teeth. “Sorry.” Despite the single word apology, she doesn’t remove her fingers and instead continues to press, making small but precise circles to try and relieve some of this tightness.

“I like you being here.” He says, his own hand moving to her head and strokes over her hair as softly as he can.

“You like living with hope that I might…” she walks her fingers dangerously close to where his semi-hard dick twitches before she moves her fingers away again.

“That too, but I do like you being here.”

“You’re getting soft on me Jack? You’ll be giving me closet space and a key soon.”

“Would you accept them if I did?”

“I might think about it.”

“Only might?” he asks, amusement in his voice as he frowns, trying to work out what her thoughts are.

“Only you could throw out there a casually throw out there something as important as this. If this is what giving you a little massage gets me then-”

“-Wait until you see how I’d propose.”

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footballerimaginess · 1 year

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Could you do a blurb about working for the England NT (maybe as a physio or something) but also being Jack Grealish’s childhood best friend and bantering him / pranking him all the time with the other boys

Full imagine for this? maybe. So this is a small teaser okay lol “How are you two friends? you are nothing like each other. He is the worst and you are so sweet y/n” Jude laughed as you were giving him treatment. “Well, I went to school and this one used every excuse to get out of it that he could. I basically studied and this one is dumb as fuck. But I don’t need to tell you that, the boy didn’t even know what a fucking camel was” you burst out laughing. “Nahh don’t do me like that, you are supposed to be sticking up for me here” Jack sighed. “I never said I was sticking up for you. I have soooo many more stories to tell about you” you smirked as Jack bit his tongue and shook his head. “No you, don’t even think about it” you winked. “Always” you laughed as the boys were eager for you to tell your stories.

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sergioperez4life · 2 years

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My babies are back. 🥺🥰

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chilly-me-softly · 1 year

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Jack Grealish (2)

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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hi lovely! do you write for erling haaland? If yes, can you write anything fluffy (maybe even smutty) about him and pregnant reader? 💗

𓂃⭑ᜊ: NINE MONTHS ft erling haaland

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: HELLO LOVE! This is my first time writing for haaland so I hope it was okay xx. But as I inform on my pinned post, I don't do smut, that is due to a lack of experience(?) and not comfortable. So sorry but hope you enjoy this ૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶⑅₎ა

𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: none

The rain pit-pattering against the window, the lighting strikes illuminating the starless night, thunders rumbling creating sounds inside the empty and cold house. You sat on the one-sitter couch near the balcony window reading a book, Behind Closed Door by Miriam Halahmy.

One hand, you're holding onto the book whilst your other hand is on your bump, caressing it gently. Halfway through the book, your eyelids grow heavier, feeling yourself craving for a deep sleep, perhaps a short wink. You put the book down adjust yourself on the couch, and drape the blanket over your figure to minimize the cold you are having.

Haaland on the other hand is already on his way home, the shotgun sit is full of a bunch of different snacks, chips, and chocolates. His car made its way inside your residence's car porch and he made his way out, bringing bags of sweets as he run over the heavy rainfall. He puts the bags down searching for his home keys.

He unlocked the door and immediately put the stuff on the kitchen island top, he walk all over the first floor looking for you but you are nowhere in sight. He treads his way upstairs to the second floor living room and found you near the balcony, sleeping.

Your head slumps against the headrest uncomfortably, your two hands guarding your bump, he walks closer, realizing that your body is shuddering in cold because of the blanket only made half way through you.

'Hey.' He started out to wake you up but you did't moved, your snoring only gets a bit louder making him almost laugh but he holds it back not to startle your sleeping form so he gently picks you up, one hand over your neck and the other at the back of your knees. He cradles you to bed and tucked you in

'I love you.' He confesses, bringing his face closer to peck the tip of your nose, Haaland offed from the bed to shower but you held his wrist 'Where are you going?' You slur out, one eye open to gaze at him before closing it back 'To shower love, I'll be back yeah?' You let a frown, and pout deepen 'Don't need to. Sleep now!' You please with two for eyes, he gently pulled your hand off and tucked it in back inside the duvet 'Gonna be back, right?' He began treading but stops abruptly when he heard a sniffle, he flinches head turning back to your figure, your arm covering your eyes as you cry, you take the near plushie and throw it to him 'I hate you! You won't coddle me anymore because of my bump!' You assumed, crying louder.

Haaland feels both bad and funny to see you cry over the smallest thing, he knows it's the pregnancy effect, you didn't mean it so he didn't partially feel bad but amused. He walks closer to you scooping you up and placing you on his lap 'Come on, you know I love your bump, it's cute. I wanted to shower because I feel sweaty, I stink you know?' You take him by the neck to pull you closer 'You are not! Just sleep with me! Kai needs you!' You accused the baby in your belly, it was a name you came up with for the baby but wasn't his real name, just a temporary name.

He finally let an amusing laugh, cradling your structure close to his broad chest and smiling 'Alright love, let's get to bed. Kai needs it don't you think?' You hum, still not letting go.

He put you on your side of bed whilst he goes to his, arms over your waist and hip 'Sleep yeah?' You bopped, he kiss the top of your head, one hand bringing up to stroke your hair gently while the other use to soothe you to sleep.

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alltoolewis · 2 years

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Requests open 🤍

My requests for fluffy, angsty blurbs are now open for the following footballers below (I've added a couple of new ones & some that I use to write for)! If I've missed anyone you'd like to be written for please let me know & I'll try and add them in for you 🤍

Mason Mount

Ben Chilwell

Trent Alexander Arnold

Jack Grealish

Jadon Sancho

Ruben dias

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20-th-centurygirl · 1 year

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football masterlist!

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jude bellingham

levi colwill

mason mount

ben chilwell

ruben dias

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libraryofloveletters · 4 months

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Sing It With Me

John Stones x Fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol and the consumption of, the boys are so unhinged - especially john and kyle, ruben's in his vlogging era, sash are sooo over them, broken tables, terrible singing, jack and erling are attached at the hip per usual, reader is ready to go to bed and not deal with them, a few minor injuries.

Word Count: 834

Author's Note: I feel like this perfectly captures what the man city christmas parties would look like lmao

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John’s Christmas parties were famous for being crazy and unhinged, much like their host himself; because who else would end up drunk on a table, singing Christmas carols?

John's Christmas party was famous amongst the Manchester City players; a night of fun, antics and plenty of booze.

Coincidently, your husband's ideal idea of a perfect night.

It was a week before Christmas and it's nearing 4am. "Are you sure you don't want to wait for him? You'll be alright to get home alone?" You asked Sasha, walking with her to the front door.

The woman nods, "he's not gonna leave anytime soon, I'd be shocked if he was home when I woke up."

Both you and Sasha knew how Jack was, his tendency to party outweighing his logical decisions.

You laughed, giving her a hug. "I'll keep an eye on him, keep him out of trouble. Let me know when you get home, yeah?"

"Of course," she smiles and you watch her walk to her car and get in before you shut the door and rejoin the group in the living room.

The boys who were left; Ruben, Jack, Erling and Kyle, were all drunk and giggling about who knows what. Your husband was pouring another round of shots when you dropped yourself on the couch next to Ruben.

"Tired?" He asks, his fingers tapping along his thigh to the beat of Last Christmas by WHAM that was playing quietly.

"Exhausted."

John comes in, tray in hand as he passes the shots around to the boys. He sits on the arm rest of the couch, his own arm around you. "Cheers! Happy Christmas!"

The seven of you messily attempt to tap your glasses together and down the shots.

At that very moment, it seemed as if the music had bitten your husband. He began singing terribly off key. You groan, slouching back into the couch. "Johnny, please.. don't start."

"Last Christmas I gave you my heart but the very next day you gave it away," he gets up, pointing to you as he sings.

Kyle jumps up from his spot, getting onto the coffee table. "This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special!" He shimmed along to the music and you can't help but laugh.

John joins his friend on the coffee table, the two of them dancing and singing along; it sounded more like screeching rather than singing. You assume it's the thought that counts.

Before you know it, Jack's up on the couch and singing too.

"Once bitten and twice shy. I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye." He does his little dance, hips popping from side to side.

It seems to have become the Manchester City musical in here because Erling gets up, tv remote in hand as a microphone when he too starts to sing. "Tell me baby, do you recognize me? Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me!"

You roll your eyes, "oh my god."

"Y/n! Y/n! What do you think?" Ruben shouts from behind his phone, the flash on as he points to you - he decided to make a video of their lovely performance.

"It's fantastic, 10/10 truly."

Erling grabs John's arm, leaving Jack to bounce on the couch alone.

"It's not gonna hold, you guys. The table isn't meant for that many-" And before you could finish your sentence, and just as Ruben pans to them, there's a crack and the table collapses in on itself.

"Are you guys okay?" You're out of your seat as fast as they fall on each other.

"Erling!" Jack gets off the couch and helps his friend up.

Ruben is still standing there, phone in hand as he recorded all the chaos. You, on the other hand, help Kyle up and then pull John up off the floor.

It takes you a second to check all of them, making sure the broken glass and wood hasn't nicked them anywhere. Kyle slouched on the couch, Ruben was 'interviewing' him, asking him about his performance and what he thought of it.

Erling was sitting on the floor, his head on Jack's knee while Jack was trying to take a selfie of them.

John was lying on the floor still, next to the broken coffee table.

"I told you the table couldn't hold all of you." You tell them, coming back to put a bandaid on John's wrist. "It was fun though," John mumbles, his arm pulling you down onto his chest.

Kyle gives Ruben a shove, the Portuguese take that as a sign to stop recording. "I'll buy you a new table." Kyle mumbles, taking a sip of his beer that he had left next to the couch.

Technically, it was Erling who broke it, so..." You trailed off, looking at the man who was half asleep.

Erling gives you a thumbs up, "send me the link, I'll buy it."

You can't help but smile as you look around the living room; all you husband's teammates and closest friends were here, all drunk and sprawled out, chaotic as ever.

It's not the holidays without the chaos, is it?

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Accident - Jack Grealish

Who: Jack Grealish Prompt: "Take it easy, you have broken ribs." Notes with request: Jack feeling bad because he wasn’t there when his partner was in a car accident (he was in training and couldn’t answer the phone) and got hurt so he feels super guilty . Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of injury and hospital

Training had been good today, very good even. After a lengthy period of several consecutive minor injuries, Jack could now truly say he was on the way back. "Good training, mate," Jack said to Kevin, who was already back in the dressing room when Jack came in after training. "You, too," Kevin answered, "but you might want to check your phone. It's been ringing off the hook in the past minutes." "Oh..." Immediately Jack sensed something was way off. He quickly opened his locker to take out his phone, and was shocked to see 20+ missed calls from you.

Jack's heart pounded in his chest as he hit the redial button. After just two rings you answered. "Babe, are you alright?" Jack immediately asked. He listened to your sniffled answer, telling him you were involved in an accident with your car. Even though you assured him you weren't seriously injured, fear gripped at Jack. "Don't move." His voice sounded higher than usual. "I'll be right there." "Everything okay?" Kevin had followed the conversation from Jack's side. "No..." Jack stammered, "my girlfriend's at the hospital. She was in an accident. I-- I have to go..." "Go. Run." Kevin urged. "I'll tell the boss. You must go to her now." Jack just uttered some words of thanks to Kevin, before running out the door. ---- "Oh my god!" Jack exclaimed when he found you in a treatment room of the hospital's A&E. He was freaking out at the mere thought of you being hurt, but when he now actually saw you, bruised and somewhat battered, he lost it. Combined with the fact that he hadn't been able to answer your very first phone call because of training, he was altogether losing his cool. "I'm so, so sorry." Jack hurried over to you. "I was still in training when you called, so I couldn't answer." "I understand, sweetie, I'm not mad," you answered calmly. "I feel so bad about it." Jack shook his head. "I should have been here straight away. Are you okay? What happened? Do I need to go yell at someone for crashing their car into you?" "Babe, babe, calm down." You tried to ease him. "I'm okay. The other driver crashed their car into mine. It was their fault, but I'm okay. I just have a cracked rib and a few bruises." Jack scoffed mockingly. "Oh, is that all?" "I'm already cleared to go home, so no need to worry." You tried to sound breezy, but your cracked rib actually hurt quite a bit and the accident had left you shaken up. Jack stood with his hands on his hips, as he watched you climb off the treatment table. He wanted to help you, but was afraid he would hurt you by doing so. "How can I not worry about you?" He shook his head. "You're all bruised up." "It'll heal." You kept up your bravado, but as you bent down to pick up you back off the floor, a sharp pain of your cracked rib made you yelp. "Babe, take it easy!" Jack was immediately by your side, with his arms loosely around you. "You have broken ribs. Please, let me take you home and get some rest." Suddenly, standing with Jack's arms comfortingly around you, all the scares from the accident came out. "It was all so scary," you sobbed, "and this broken rib actually bloody hurts." "I know," Jack soothed, "let's go home and just allow me to take care of you, okay?" "You really don't have to." You faintly shook your head. "Yes, I do," Jack insisted, "maybe I'll feel less guilty if I can at least take care of you now." You chuckled softly. Now that you thought of it, the foresight to some pampering wasn't so bad. "Alright." "Good." Jack pressed a kiss into your hair. "I'll make sure you're all pampered and comfortable." You smiled and rested your head against Jack's shoulder. "That sounds very nice."

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nosugarallspice · 11 months

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Jack Grealish

your ass is soft+don't cover your mouth

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macybeckham7 · 4 months

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Could you do a Grealish one where you are no longer seen at City and England supporting Jack or even at Inter Miami matches supporting our dads team and everyone is afraid that you and Jack have broken up but in fact you are expecting a baby and want to keep it as private as possible even though everyone started to question David and Jack about their absence

You were known to be a big supporter to both your father and your boyfriend, you would try to go to games and were seen in the crowd cheering on Manchester City, England and Inter Miami. And when you weren’t able to make it, you would share your support online with a photo of the screen. Recently people started to realise that you haven’t been at Eithad stadium with fans starting to speculate whether or not you two were still together. Then they realised that you haven’t been with your family to watch an important game. You had just found out that you were expecting and all your family were rallying around you as you try and survive the morning sickness and constantly tired. Jack and David were getting asked whether you were ok and where you were. ‘She is good’ Jack smiles with his thumbs up before hopping into the car.

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