#Tyrone Mings blurb

[footballffbarbiex]

Player: Tyrone Mings Words: 1456 (whoops. but I did try to set the scene) Request: Tyrone Mings | no pref | 500 - 900 | She makes his wish come true by saying yes to his unexpected proposal.

Tyrone has gone over his plan to the point where it’s ingrained in his mind so much that it’s as natural to him now as reciting his name. And yet, he feels unnaturally nervous about actually going through with it. Not because he doesn’t want to, because this is the one thing that he’s been more sure of than anything else in his life, but because he’s terrified that she might not feel the same way. 

He’s had the ring picked out and purchased now for months. He’d considered all locations before deciding that she would hate a public proposal so that ruled out restaurants and the like. He’d considered proposing on the beach to her, something small with candles and just the two of them - they didn’t need someone else there to take pictures of the moment, they’d share their own. Besides, suddenly taking someone else along for this would seem a little odd unless they all went as a group but even so, Tyrone believed that it should be a private, intimate moment where the only people who needed to be there were those in the relationship.

She’d sent off for pictures of them to be enlarged and printed, pictures ranging throughout their relationship, and they’d arrived today fully framed. They looked good he had to admit and as he’d hung them where she’d marked out, he knew she’d love them. Some were in colour, others in black and white. The contrast between the two sets as they hung on the wall was perfect. Not only would she now walk into the home and feel good about her choices and how they looked, her first real stamp on their house since she moved in with him, but this should hopefully be the start of a lot of happiness for the evening. 

He had purchased some tall candle lanterns and dotted them throughout the hallway, leading to the large living area where he intended to be waiting for her. She always sent him her live location when leaving work, just in case he needed anything from the store and he could see where she was before calling and finding out she’d already passed it and wasn’t going to go back. This gave him time to light the scentless candles to set the scene. Her favourite scented candles were already lit, burning sporadically throughout the home to ensure that each area smelt beautiful. 

He’s dressed smart casual. Too casual didn’t feel right and he didn’t want to be kneeling in a tuxedo because he thought that would be too cheesy; even if it would earn him a giggle or two. 

He’s in the middle of adjusting some of the tableware, truly wanting everything to be perfect, when his phone chimes with a text alerting him that her live location was now sent and she was on her way. With dinner cooking and almost ready, there wasn’t much else to do but to wait now on nervous hands. 

Tyrone ensures that the lights are low and that the Christmas lights are on - including the bannister garlands - to create a beautiful atmosphere. Now that she’s on her way, he decides now is the right time to also light the remaining candles and also take his position where he hopes that she’ll find him. he’d debated setting up a playlist though that also hadn’t felt right but now he waits in the room in silence with nothing but his thoughts and nerves, it all feels a little overwhelming.

He flits between feeling excited to feeling nauseous. his stomach will not settle and every so often, it will switch between fluttering with nerves and threatening to empty its contents. He’s hoping the latter doesn’t happen during a crucial moment tonight. 

Tyrone is about to start adjusting something else in the room when the sound of a car pulling up distracts him from trying to distract himself. He’s surprised he can hear the key hitting the lock and the sound of the handle being worked over the sound of the pounding in his ears from his heart. He pictures her standing in the doorway taking in the sight and wondering what has changed since she left this morning besides the blatantly obvious. She’d left a home looking Christmassy and walked into something that resembled if Christmas and Valentines had a baby together. There's the sound of fabrics being unzipped, moved around and ultimately being hung up. 

There’s footsteps in the hallway now, footsteps can be heard moving down towards him which then pause, presumably, where Tyrone has put the photos up. 

He hears her soft, “oh,” as she takes it all in and pictures the way she’d step forward to look at it a little better. He pictures the way she’d almost touch the glass, her fingers desperately to trace over the details. He wishes desperately that he could see her face, wishes that he could see if she’d made the right call or not. In his opinion, she absolutely did but that initial reaction would be everything. 

“These look amazing, baby.” She calls out, her voice carrying throughout the home. “Thank you for putting them up.” He loved that she always addressed the things that he did in the house. Not that she should have to or spoon feed him compliments for the most basic of things but she never failed to notice that he had taken some of the work weight from her shoulders and pulled his own. With a final tap to his pocket to ensure the small box was still there, Tyrone - shakily - gets down on one knee and waits. 

“And those candles are a beautiful touch. We’d have to move them when we have the…” he’d heard her voice progressing closer to him as she headed his way but passing the doorway and backtracking to make sure that she was seeing what she thought she’d seen had caused her to trail off. “If this is a joke, it’s a cruel one.” She says, words sounding too heavy to really be spoken.��

“It’s not.” He tries to laugh it off but it sounds false. It sounds strained. He could curse his voice for betraying him like this. “I’ve thought of all the ways to do this and all the places to get down on one knee. But if I know you like I think I do, then this is the most perfect spot. That’s not to say that you don’t deserve somewhere fancy, because you do, but I didn’t think you’d want this to be a public spectacle. I’m getting distracted.” He takes a deep breath and wipes the palms of his hands on his trousers before pushing his hand into his pocket. 

She watches with an expression that Tyrone has never seen before on her face and he can’t work out if she’s as nervous as he is or if he’s mortified that he’s even asking. Neither thoughts are calming his nerves. 

“If it’s a no, just stop me right now before I make an absolute fool out of myself please.”

“Keep going,” she chokes out, hoping that he doesn’t see the way her hands are shaking at the realisation that this is really happening. 

His fingers close around the box and with a trembling hand, he brings it back out of his pocket. He hopes she doesn’t notice the small tremors as he holds it out, fingers poised perfectly to try and flip the lid to reveal it as he asks the question. 

“I love you. I don’t always say or do the right things, and I’m probably not going to have the right words to say right now which are romantic enough or really tell you how much I love you or how much I’ve thought about how we’d spend the rest of our lives together. The scenarios in my head that have formed pushed me to buy this ring. Pushed me to agonise over how to do this and how to say a sentence that’s very simple but nerve wracking to say. But I love you enough to say it. So. Will you marry me?” 

She tries to open her mouth to speak but no words are ready to come out. They remain lodged in her throat behind the lump that’s forming and until she can finally say the “yes” that Tyrone is dying to hear, she nods continuously. 

“Are you sure because you can say no if you wa-” he’s cut off as she closes the gap and flings herself onto him, knocking the two of them to the floor as she straddles his waist and covers his face with kisses before she settles for his lips. 

“It’s a yes Tryone. Yes.”

[valentinajadehill]

tyrone mings masterlist

captains part one, part two, part three

highlight part one, part two, part three, part four

like music to my ears o

best friends would include o

golfer o

are you blushing?

[emwritesfootball]

Clingy | Tyrone Mings

Hi, would you be able to do a longer, really fluffy, clingy Tyrone one, thank youuuu

A/N: Written a lot of filth the last couple days, so here’s some fluff. Also, I know I have a blurb or something with a clingy Ty but I cannot find it for the life of me so if there are similarities to that, just disregard xo

Warnings: slight mention of sex

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The sun was already streaming in through the window, alerting you to the fact that it was morning but you couldn’t care less. You and Tyrone had had a late night the night before, staying up and watching a movie that turned into going to bed well past midnight. 

You rolled over, greeted by Tyrone still lying in bed next to you. Usually he was up well before you, either getting an early start to the day with a workout or checking in on one of his various endeavors outside of football.

“I don’t wanna get out of bed,” you murmured, voice still thick with sleep as you shifted to rest your head on his chest. 

Ty instinctively pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Me, either. It’s the first morning in a long time that I don’t have anything pressing.”

“Relax, baby. You deserve it.” You knew how hard Tyrone worked in all aspects of his life; sometimes you didn’t know how he did it, juggling a football academy, an interior decorating firm and his personal life outside of his football career. 

You traced the compass tattooed on his chest and moved to the words on his collarbone when you were done. 

“I’ve missed mornings like this,” he whispered, taking your hand in his and bringing to his lips. In one quick motion, you were underneath him and his face was buried in the crook of your neck.

“Me, too. I’ve missed having my own personal weighted blanket.” The two of you giggled, cuddling and kissing as you enjoyed your lazy morning.

When you finally got out of bed, both of you were practically attached at the hip. Tyrone didn’t leave your side as he joined you in the shower, and you followed him into the kitchen to cook breakfast together, feeding each other bites of toast and forkfuls of fruit while you waited for the eggs and bacon to cook.

You migrated to the sofa after breakfast, Ty with some interior design book and you with the latest book recommendation. He leaned back so you could lay between his legs, your back pressed against his chest while the two of you read. You exchanged kisses like page turns, losing track of time as the sun started to fall.

“Shall we order in?” Ty asked, already placing an order at your favourite nearby takeaway place, barely waiting for you to answer.

The food ended up like the two of you, all mixed into one big plate that the two of you shared. 

“This has been the most perfect day,” you said, climbing into Ty’s lap for cuddles and kisses.

“We should definitely do this more often,” he agreed, his hands coming up to wrap around your waist and trace circles on your back.

You went to bed entangled in one another, slow lazy kisses turning into slow lazy sex to end the day. 

If only you could do it all again tomorrow.

[footyblurbs]

love as comfort // tyrone

friends to lovers, "if I don't kiss you now, I'll die" vibes w tyrone mings 🥺

if you can could you do one with tyrone mings with the prompt “two characters brushing their lips together, lingering for a moment before crashing their lips together” xx

The night after the euro finals and you were waiting in your good friend Tyrone’s living room, still having a hard time processing the fact that the only person he wanted to be waiting for him when he got back was you. He wasn’t shy about making that known, answering the influx of text in the group chat with a thanks before singling you out, making sure you’d be there waiting there alone when he got back - asking you to feed his dog Pablo with a smile and a puppy emoji. As you were together watching the finals, your mutual friend read Ty’s text aloud and you were the only one who seemed surprised at the request. 

Tyrone loved the little entourage of friends and family that surrounded him but after the intensity of the past 24 hours he found himself craving just one person- you. Usually he’d go out of his way to be subtle about the feelings he masked with friendship but he was so worn down that he didn’t think twice about being selfish for once. The second you left to head to Tyrone’s your friends were lamenting how clueless the two of you were about your affections for one another, they were driving themselves up the walls trying to knock some sense into you both and were desperately hoping that tonight would be the night you saw what was right in front of you. 

You were snuggled up on the couch with Pablo when you heard Tyrone burst through the door. Considering the events of the day, you weren't sure what shape your best friend would be in and how he would greet you. Hell, you weren’t sure how to greet him. Still you muster up the smile you haven't realized you reserve just for him and the next thing you know you're wrapped up in his arms and in the air as he holds you, breathing you in. Your heart stutters when you realize you are instinctively doing the same. He puts you down and you open your mouth to speak, to say something, anything, but instead you find yourself gravitating towards his lips. “Hi,” he whispers shakily, meeting you halfway before your lips brush together. The tension leaves both your bodies and you move even closer against his body. He makes a noise you've never heard from him, a happy little sigh, before he seems to remember himself and pulls away. “I'm so sorry Y/N… I just needed-” Your lips crash against his before he finishes his thought. Tyrone seems to understand what you want and picks you up, one arm holding you against him as he reaches up to cup your cheek - everything else forgotten as long as you're here in his arms.

[macybeckham7]

Tyrone admiring you as you sleep with your pregnant on show

Tyrone comes home and finds you laying in the middle of the bed, you had a little bra on and some shorts which showed off your pregnant stomach. He stays in the doorway, a smile appearing on his face as his eyes gaze over you. Your hand gently over your stomach in a protective way, he admires how perfect pregnancy looked on you. You were glowing. He walks over to you, gently kissing your forehead and leaving a little one for the bump. He lays behind you and cuddles you.

[chilly-me-softly]

Heyy gyal!!!

Can you do a Tyrone imagine, maybe a one-shot? Where you're both pissed at each other, having a full blaring heated argument about something that isn't so minor which is why the argument gets blown out of proportion pretty bad. You're a more stubborn character than Ty so when he realises that the argument is t going anywhere he decides to walk away from it but you're not having it, telling him you're not done and grabbing his arm. He shrugs your hand off a little too aggressively and you get thrown towards the counter, hitting your hip against it. When he notices he's hurt you, he becomes all soft but you're scared and dart to your room, locking it and staying away from him while he tries to get you to open up.

Another long request 😅 You can't blame meee 😂🤪🤍

I just looove long ones 😉💙

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"I don't like your mother using our house key as she pleases" you start that conversation by laying against the sink after dinner. You had thought about it a lot, you didn't want to create unnecessary problems but that was your home and all you were asking for was a little respect. This had been going on for a while and you had never said anything, the woman had always helped you so much after all, but for a while now you had reached your limit and you wanted Tyrone to talk to her or you would and you certainly wouldn't be as nice as her son probably would have been.

"What are you talking about. We gave it to her for when we're not around"

"Exactly! I can't have her in my living room all of a sudden, this is my house. Our house"

"What am I supposed to do, ask for it back?!" he asks sarcastically and when you raise an eyebrow he scoffs. "No way! (Y/N) I can't do that, I have theirs too-"

"That's for emergencies" you interrupt him, "When we go to their place I seem to remember we use the doorbell"

He rolls his eyes resting his hands on the back of the chair in front of him, "You're overreacting"

"I'm overreacting? Ty, I had just gotten out of the shower and found her in the kitchen, with her head in our fridge"

"She brought us something to eat"

"But that's not the point. I can't just be free to pretend I'm not home if I don't want to see anyone?!"

"Why would you leave my mother out?"

"Tyrone I swear..." you breathe deeply closing your eyes for a moment so you don't scream like a madwoman.

"What, it seems to me that you're always grateful when we're gone and she comes in with that key" he gives you a dirty look as you raise your hands to the sky only to let them fall on your hips creating a dull noise.

"That's not the point!" you yell again, frustrated that Tyrone can't understand, "The point is she abuses it, it's my house and I don't feel safe"

"I'm not asking for it back. End of discussion" his tone doesn't allow for a reply as he pushes that chair forward in frustration and goes to get out of there to end that discussion since the way things are going you could talk about it endlessly and neither of you could come out victorious anytime soon.

"End of discussion? Who do you think you are" you are not having it though and quickly go around the counter to grab him and not allow him to leave. There's no way you're going to be painted as the paranoid one or the annoyed one when the problem is absolutely not you in that case.

But Tyrone is determined to leave and he shrugs his arm to free himself from your grasp almost immediately and with such force that he catches you off guard. That gesture throws you off balance as you take a few steps backwards, and the next thing you know you're avoiding falling ruinously to the ground thanks to the counter. Your side lands against it, causing you to hiss.

"(Y/N)!" Tyrone yells almost immediately with fright in his voice clearly audible as your knuckles turn white from the force with which one of your hands has grabbed onto the counter itself. When you realise you're on your feet, you slowly release your grip, avoiding Tyrone who has approached you in the meantime.

Neither of you speak, you look into each other's eyes worriedly, still in shock; and when you see him move imperceptibly something inside you snaps, pulling you back and dodging him to quickly head for your room. You only have time to lock the door with your vision fogged by tears before you can hear Tyrone trying to open the door.

"(Y/N) please let me in" he begs you from the other side of that wooden surface, you bring a hand to your mouth to muffle the sobs that are starting to come out. You're not sure what you're crying about, whether it's fear or frustration over the argument or the pain that's still radiating from your side or the whole thing.

You sit on the edge of the bed as Tyrone is still trying to get the handle to give way and open the door while there is complete chaos in your head. "(Y/N) please at least let me know you're okay"

"I'm sorry" he sighs resting his forehead against the door after a while as he continues to hear nothing from inside the room. "I'll stay here okay? When you're ready I'll be out here"

Part 2

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[footballerimaginess]

Forehead kisses with tyrone mings please!

The height difference always made you laugh because you were a lot smaller than Tyrone. You were cuddling after the away game at Brighton. Tyrone kissed you gently on the forehead. “Love you” he mumbled. “Love you always” you whispered. “You two are so cringe” Matty laughed. “No need for that babe” you laughed as you rolled your eyes. “I’ll see you at home” he smiled as he kissed you gently again. “See you later, have a safe journey” you waved, leaving him.

[movnts]

hi love! Could you do one where your ex boyfriend is also a football player and during a game your ex just won’t stop trying to get a reaction out of tyrone, he ends up saying something disrespectful about you and tyrone gets really mad, even though it stressed you, later you tell ty how much you appreciate him standing up for you (sorry if its long)

the car ride was painfully silent, the tension thick enough to slice with a knife as you’d struggle to string together a coherent sentence. you knew that tyrone was aware that you’d saw the little altercation on the pitch, his face twisted in anger for the remaining half of the game as you’d hide your face away from the prying eyes of people wanting to see whether you’d had a reaction or not. your fingers were still sore as you’d clamp them together in your lap, your nails red and chewed as you’d spent the rest of the game gnawing away in stress.

“he disrespected you,” he’d simply state, his words on the verge of being bitter as he’d keep his eyes focused on the road in front. your brain flashed to the image of tyrone’s forehead pressed against your ex’s, his jaw tense as you could only imagine what type of words had been shared between the both of you before his chest was hauled back by a teammate. ever since you and tyrone had made it official you knew it was only a matter of time before the emotions would start to bubble away whenever the two teams clashed.

“he’s such a dickhead!” tyrone’s teeth would grit together, lips curled into a frown as you’d snort in response, not able to hold your laughter back as you’d push a hand over your mouth. his head would turn to you as the traffic light flashed red, the side of his face drenched in a scarlet, sodium hue.

“i appreciate it, i really do,” you’d whisper, his face softening at the sound of your voice. a sigh of relief would roll off his tongue, one that he didn’t know he was holding as you’d hum along to a random song that cackled away on the radio.

“i would have won that fight, y’know,” his chuckles would lift the uncomfortable strain that had been shared between the both of you at the start of the drive home, his eyes crinkled at the corners as you’d slap playfully at his chest. see, you’d never condone violence - but a little push and shove during an already rowdy football game between your boyfriend and your ex who you absolutely despised?

“he’s not worth it, ty… but i know you would,” you’d shoot a wink in his direction as he’d twist and turn round all the streets, your chin tucked in the palm of your hand as your pupils would try to decipher the blur of scenery as you’d whiz past. his hand would tenderly reach out for your thigh, fingers stroking figures of eight against your leg as you’d smile in acknowledgment.

[footballffbarbiex]

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Alisson Becker. Making it up to the family.  👶🏻❤️

Andy Robertson. Playing with the kids at the side of the pitch  👶🏻❤️

Andy Robertson. Claimed You As Mine.  💦

Antoine Griezmann. Clairefontaine.   💦  

Antoine Griezmann. Give In To Me.   💦  

Antoine Griezmann. Riding Shotgun. Kink Bingo.  💦  ⚤    

Antoine Griezmann. Law Of Attraction. 💦  

Anyone You Want.  Adjust Your Halo.  💦❤️

Anyone You Want.  Marry Me.  🥀

Anyone You Want.  That Kiss.   💦❤️    

Anyone You Want.  The Illustrator.   👶🏻❤️

Darwin Núñez. Pretty Little P... 💦❤️ 

Darwin Núñez. Thigh riding.  💦❤️

Darwin Núñez. English Lessons.  💦❤️

Fernando Torres. Dropping him off at training ❤️

Fernando Torres. “i’ve missed you” smut 💦❤️

Fernando Torres. LFC UCL round 16 smut. in his jersey.  💦❤️

Fernando Torres. His physio has a little crush on him 🥺

Joe Gomez. 2 girls, 1 joey. 💦

Joe Gomez. Captain Joe 💦❤️

Kostas Tsimikas. Carrying Her To Bed.  ❤️

Kostas Tsimikas. Catching Feelings.  🥺

Thiago Alcantara. Thigh Riding.  💦❤️

Thiago Alcantara. Jealousy.  💦❤️

Trent Alexander Arnold. House Shopping.  ❤️

Virgil Van Dijk. Broken Rules. 💦❤️  

 Virgil Van Dijk. Aftercare.  💦❤️

Winter:

Andy Barber. Snowy Night In.  ❄️❤️

Antoine Griezmann. Snowed In.  ❄️❤️

Benjamin Pavard. Starry Night.   ❄️❤️  

Eric Dier. House Decorating Arguments

Hector Bellerin. Reunions.   ❄️❤️  

Jan Oblak. Tree Decorating. ❄️❤️

Jan Oblak. Being A Snow Grinch.  ❄️❤️

Kasper Schmeichel  Sweets.     ❄️❤️  

Kepa Arrizabalaga. Secrets.   ❄️❤️  

Kostas Tsimikas. Mistletoe Giveaway. ❄️❤️

Kylan Mbappe. Stars.   ❄️❤️  

Rodrigo de Paul. Christmas Eve Gift Exchange.  ❄️❤️

Ruben Dias. Snowflakes.   ❄️❤️  

Ruben Loftus Cheek. Winter Cabin Getaway. ❄️❤️

Ruben Loftus Cheek. Sleigh Rides.   ❄️❤️ 

Ruben Loftus Cheek. Snowman.   ❄️❤️  

Paulo Dybala. Snowball Fights.   ❄️❤️

Mats Hummels. Train Ride.   ❄️❤️  

Mats Hummels. Christmas Markets.  ❄️❤️  

Mats Hummels. Christmas Decoration.  ❄️❤️

Tyrone Mings. Wishes.   ❄️❤️

Virgil van Dijk. Christmas PJs. ❄️❤️

Autumn:

Antoine Griezmann. Candle addiction.  🍂 ❤️ 

Benjamin Pavard. Petting Zoo.  🍂 ❤️ 

Darwin Nunez. Pumpkin spice  🍂 ❤️ 

Eric Dier. Friendship date  🍂 ❤️

Hector Bellerin. Haunted trail (enemies to confessions)  🍂 🎃 🥺 

Jack Grealish. Halloween parties  🍂🎃💦🍆

John Stones. Telling scary stories  🍂🎃❤️

Leon Goretzka. Pumpkin patches 🍂❤️

Leon Goretzka. Trick or treat  🍂👶🏻❤️ 

Leon Goretzka. Telling scary stories 🍂🎃❤️ 

Leon Goretzka. Walking through corn mazes  🍂❤️

Leon Goretzka. Crisp mornings  🍂 ❤️ 

Marcos Llorente. Baking.  🍂❤️ 

Mason Mount. Watching scary movies 🍂🎃❤️ 

Mick Schumacher. Hot drinks and cuddles 🍂❤️

Reece James. Getting caught in autumn showers  🍂❤️ 

Ruben Dias. Halloween costumes 🍂🎃💦❤️ 

Ruben Dias. Walking in the fall air  🍂❤️

Ruben Dias. Pumpkin pie  🍂❤️

Virgil van Dijk. Visiting an orchid.  🍂👶🏻❤️

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[trentaafcsblog]

Being bratty all day and Tyrone has enough of you and pulls you over his lap roughly taking of your shorts and starts spanking you and it’s the first time he ever did it to you

It’s like all of his built up frustration just comes out at once, his hands grabbing your body and practically throwing you over his lap before he’s ripping your shorts off, “fucking brat” he spits, spanking one of your ass cheeks as hard as he can and smirking when you start whimpering, “gotta tell me all of the bad things you’ve done today” he’s saying in the most patronising tone, and you know exactly what’s coming each time you list one, the red outline of his hand only being engraved into your skin more and more with each confession, secretly finding this side to Tyrone the sexiest thing ever

[travellvogue]

Tyrone being the biggest "I LOVE my wife" guy please <3

he might as well walk around with it printed onto his forehead. he loves you with his whole heart and he wants the whole world to know it, always telling people about how you’re doing and what’s going on with your job and how proud of you he is. and he’ll always compliment you even if you’re surrounded by people, he’s never afraid of a bit of PDA, not caring who’s watching and who sees that he loves his wife

[emwritesfootball]

Domestic Fluff Prompts | 16 with Tyrone Mings

having a secret signal for parties that means “Let’s go home now”

Warnings: none

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You checked your phone for what felt like the hundredth time, hoping you were being discreet. The party raged on around you, but you weren’t interested. Ty had convinced you to come out with him tonight, and while you’d been having a good time, you were ready to go home. You’d locked and unlocked your phone, opening the messaging app before your attention got drawn elsewhere. You weren’t even sure Tyrone was ready to leave yet, but you gave him a look across the room and he smiled when his eyes met yours.

He disappeared for a moment and you spent a moment looking for your boyfriend in the crowd. You gasped when you felt an arm around your shoulders, Tyrone’s fingers tapping three times on your right arm before he placed a kiss on your left cheek.

“Five minutes?” You whispered.

“Five minutes.”

Five minutes later, you and Ty were meeting at the car, sharing conspiratorial smiles as he unlocked the doors and let both of you in. “Should we grab something to eat before heading home? I’m starving.”

You leaned over the centre console, kissing his cheek. “That sounds perfect.”

[footyblurbs]

prompt 39 with tyrone mings x

''everything is going to be okay'' kisses

“I’m not gonna let them say this shit about you, Y/N!” Tyrone shouts, not at you, never at you, but in general. He usually reserves that booming voice for the football pitch, and almost never uses it around you, which is how you know he is really furious. “Calm down, yeah? It’s okay babe.” You whisper, reaching out to place your hands on his shoulders. The funny thing about people writing nasty things about you was that you were the always the one calming Tyrone down, not the other way around. “Nah, it’s not okay! Instagram comments from trolls are one thing, but this shit?” He gestures to the phone that you had pried from his hands moments ago when you realized what he was reading some trash article about you both being spotted with members of the opposite sex, and how that clearly meant that you were a no good cheater, stepping out on a member of the nation's football team. Things like that never really got to you, but you could tell that Ty was fuming. “Nah, I’ve got to talk to someone about this,” he insists as he reaches across the desk and picks up his phone again.

White knuckling the device, he leans back in his desk chair with his long legs stretched out, one of them bouncing up and down with frustration. Watching him, so protective and ready to fight for your honor honestly made it more than easy to forget whatever was written about you because some desperate creep needed to make word count. “Look at me, Ty,” you insist and he tears his focus up from his phone to take in the expression on your face. As you straddle his lap, you try to convey through your languid movements and calm demeanor just how truly unbothered you are by the whole thing. “Everything is going to be okay,” you murmur against his lips as you cup his face with one hand and take the phone out of his grasp with the other. Now that his hands are free he instinctively grabs your bum and pulls you closer against him while you bring him in for a long kiss. When you finally break away, you begin to pepper kisses against his neck and whisper, “I’m okay, my love.” Hearing this, Tyrone is able to forget about things for a second and you feel his mind, and body, travel elsewhere.

[macybeckham7]

you tell them to get something from your bag and they find the ultrasound you forgot to hide with mings

You were away for the weekend, you had completely forgotten about the ultrasound that was in your bag when you asked Tyrone to get out a cardigan. He walks to the bedroom and rummages through to get it, when he finds a piece of paper, he turns it around wondering it was. He felt his heart rate go up as he realises that it was yours. You walk in wondering what was taking him so long. ‘You…We are pregnant?’ he questions. You nod as you felt guilt run over you as you wanted to make a big announcement to him for being a daddy not just finding it. ‘I’m sorry’ you tell him as he walks over to you and holds your little bump and hugs you. ‘Don’t be sorry, this is the happiest day of my life’ he says getting emotional.

[chilly-me-softly]

Hey! We must get a part 2 for the one with Ty and the reader arguing 🥺🥺🥺

Part 1

Tears stopped falling long ago, now you're just lying in bed with an empty mind. You don't know what to feel first, what to think first so you simply don't feel anything. There is only silence broken by the clock in the room or some sudden noise.

You look towards the door, you've imagined yourself opening it a couple of times at least to reassure Tyrone; you've imagined him still out there like he told you he would be, his giant figure curled up waiting perhaps almost dozing with his head against the wall and a worried expression on his face. But you couldn't move. Your head was already there, after all you knew it wasn't his fault and everything that had happened had put the discussion in the background for the moment; but you were so comfortable there with no thoughts and it was easier than facing reality.

Something is slipped under the door and you blink a couple of times realising it's a paper.

Can you open the door? you read in Tyrone's handwriting as you crawl your socked feet across the floor and slowly reach for that piece of paper. And pick up a pen there on the dresser writing give me a minute, before you slip it under the door like he did and snap the lock.

Quick as a flash you sprint into the en-suite bathroom, allowing him in but putting another obstacle between you. Only you don't lock it so it's easier to tentatively stick his head inside to check on you.

You're standing in front of the mirror, your hands holding on to the porcelain sink, when you see Tyrone's figure coming up behind you. You can't speak, you know that if you opened your mouth more tears would probably leave your eyes so you simply stay silent. You just let him gently brush one of your shoulders, moving down your arm.

"Can I see?" you can see from the mirror that his gaze is directed to your hip. Sorry, concerned, uncertain, praying, you can't quite decipher it. And the time that passes from his question to your faint nod seems endless.

With immense delicacy, Tyrone takes the hem of your shirt in his hand and starts to lift it slowly. You're not sure if he's breathing but you're not sure if you are either so. For the pain you had felt you thought worse, instead only a small purple spot has formed.

"Does it hurt?" he tentatively brings his hand closer to that spot but you retreat by lowering your gaze, putting some distance between the two of you. You hear him sigh before a drawer closes and he returns to the room with a small box in his hand.

"Just some lotion, to keep it from spreading" but he doesn't know what to do, whether to give it to you or put it on himself and you still haven't said anything. But then he decides to ignore that palpable awkwardness by taking a few steps towards you, "Lie down, come on"

It takes you a few moments to properly connect, your eyes not leaving his face for a second as you carefully lie back down and he lifts your shirt back up revealing your waist. Your gazes only meet as you hiss at the contact of your skin with that cold lotion, then he returns his focus and gently spreads that gel over the affected area.

When it's dried out, Tyrone pulls your shirt down and walks back into the bathroom to put the box down. You hear the water running before you see him emerge from the bathroom. Without a word he comes to lie beside you, an arm around your body almost above your breasts so as not to weigh you down on your side; your hands intertwining and a light kiss left under your ear. That's when you let another couple of silent tears escape and that's how you spend the rest of the evening, in silence but at least in each other's arms.