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cevansbrat0007 · 3 years ago

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Preschool Brawl

Summary: You and Andy end up in the principal's office after BiBi has an altercation with a little boy at school. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Bianca Barber

*Warnings: Fluff, Sad Bianca Barber, Angry/Protective Reader, Angry/Protective Andy, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This is part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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It was a Thursday afternoon. You and your husband had been called up to Bianca’s preschool because she had apparently punched another child. Which was so unlike her. Your baby was an absolute sweetheart!

Holding Andy’s hand, you cast a curious glance at the other couple sitting beside you. They were the parents of little Billy Robertson.

“I’m sure you can see that we find their child’s behavior to be completely unacceptable. And we’d like to know what you plan to do about it.” Says Billy’s mother.

What was her name again? Sandra? Susan? Regardless, the woman looked like she’d been sucking on a lemon.

Andy gives your hand a comforting squeeze. “What was Bianca’s reason for hitting him?” You ask. “Do you know?”

“Reason?” Shelly balks. “There is no reason! Your child shouldn’t have touched him! And furthermore -”

“Can you please let her answer the question?” Try as you might, you can’t keep the heat out of your tone.

The director lets out a sigh. “Apparently Billy has been pinching her. Rather frequently.”

Andy looks at you and simply shakes his head. He knew that you were about to go off, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Not that he would even try.

“Our Billy would never -”

“Be quiet, Samantha.” You growl.

“It’s Stacy.”

“Don’t care. Now, do you know if Bianca ever told her teacher what was happening?” The woman sighs again and rests her clasped hands on her desk. “She did. And Ms. Johnson told me that she moved their seats, thinking that the matter would take care of itself.”

You. Were. Pissed.

“Okay, so wait. Just help me catch up so I can understand. Please. If this little boy has been pinching her, and she addressed it with their teacher, who did nothing, then why is she in trouble?”

“Because we don’t tolerate violence.” The woman behind the desk says.

“But clearly you do. If this boy has been pinching my child on what sounds like a regular basis, why wasn’t something done? And I know my baby told him to stop, because she is very, very verbal.”

“And furthermore,” you turn your baleful glare towards Stephanie. “Why weren’t my husband and I informed of the issue before now?”

You were going to hurt somebody.

“As I said, it was being handled internally.” She responds in a clipped tone.

“My wife is very, very right.” Andy chimes in. “You and your entire team were incredibly negligent here. You completely mishandled all of this. Frankly, I’m shocked. I’m not going to sugar coat it, but this is downright unacceptable.” He finishes with a growl.

“”Like I said, we tried to -”

“No! So my baby, who isn’t perfect, but she is the closest thing to it, chose to defend herself…all of the sudden we need to have a meeting?”

Oh good lord in heaven you were on fire. Andy rubs your back and mutters something about “you needing to calm down”.

“I am calm.” You tell him, hackles raised. “But this little boy has apparently been hurting our BiBi on the regular and this administration has said nothing until now. And now my sweet baby is the problem.”

“Honey, we’re going to sort it out.” He assures you.

“Yes, we will. You had better believe it!”

Sherri looks at you and offers you a fake smile. “I think that maybe our son likes your daughter and that’s why he maybe pinches her. It’s kid stuff, but that’s no reason for her to punch him.”

“Sweetheart.” Oh yeah, you were done. “First of all, this isn’t just kid stuff. If I lean over and pinch you right now, if I did that to you, you would want to fight. I know I would. It is the fucking twenty first century, excuse my language, but we need to stop this whole boys will be boys thing. Do you think I went and pinched my husband when I realized I liked him? No!”

I mean, you could’ve… Andy thinks to himself. Probably would’ve fallen for you even harder.

“My wife is right, we should have been notified of the issue way before now. You and your team screwed up in a big way, and we do not appreciate it.” Andy tells the director. Oh, your man was using his attorney voice. Sexy.

“I’m over this. It’s clear that our daughter did nothing wrong. I will always teach my baby that it’s important for her to defend herself.” Your man makes it clear that he is very annoyed. “Hopefully your son has learned his lesson.”

“Let’s go, Andrew.” You stand up. You needed to go hold your baby.

“We are not done here, Mr. and Mrs. Barber.”

“Yes we are.” Andy growls. “You let either one of us hear that something has happened to our daughter while at your school, under your administration, and I promise that you will have a serious problem on your hands.”

“That’s right,” you echo. “And I swear you ain’t never seen a fire like the one I’ma cause.” She blanches at that. And so do the asshole kid’s parents. They clearly didn’t know that you were quoting Beyonce, and that was okay with you.

“Sally. David. Keep your kid away from ours and you won’t have to deal with us again. And maybe teach him some flipping manners if you can find the time.” You take Andy’s hand and walk out.

“It’s Stacy and Devon!” She screeches.

“Don’t care!” You sing as Andy leads you out of the room.

You both walk down the hall to find your baby. Poor thing was probably tired. When you get to her classroom you see her sitting in her assigned seat wearing her little backpack. Her head is resting on the desk, and one of her pigtails has come undone.

“BiBi.” Andy says. “It’s time to go home, sweetie.” He calls softly. Immediately she gets up and runs to you both. She grabs your hand and buries her face in her Daddy’s leg as she sobs.

“BiBi is sorry for being bad! She so sorry!” You and Andy share a worried look. “I be good, I promise! Please don’t give me away.”

She cries harder with every word. “Wuv Mama, wuv Daddy. Please don’t send BiBi away. I be better!”

Huh? Your husband appears equally horrified. You go to pick her up, which proves to be a challenge since she refuses to let go of Andy.

“Bianca.” You coo in your gentlest voice. “Baby. Calm down.” Unsure of what else to do, you sink to your knees and pry her tiny hands from Andy’s pants, which only makes her wrap her arms around you and hold on for dear life.”

“Mama, pwease! No go!” Her tears are drenching your shirt.

“Bianca Maria Barber. Look at me right now.” Andy softly orders. Lifting her tear-stained face, she does as he asks. “Let Daddy make something very, very clear. Are you listening, baby girl?” She nods as you rub her back.

“Your Mama and I love you. And we would never, ever, give you away. Do you understand me?”

Your baby nods again.

“Why did you think that, BiBi? Tell Mama and Daddy why.” You ask as you pepper her little face with kisses.

“Cuz Billy tell me. He say dat you no love me no more after I hit him.”

“Okay.” You were going to find that kid, and dangle him from the monkey bars until he peed his pants.

“He say you gonna send BiBi away and get a new girl. Better girl.” She begins to cry all over again. “But Daddy he pinch me. Lots. I say no. I tell teacher. BiBi got mad. So she hit.”

“You’re okay.” Andy grumbles, pissed at the world. “BiBi, you are fine. We’re not mad at you. This was not your fault. And Daddy is proud of you for standing up for yourself, okay?”

“Daddy no hate?”

Andy plucks your daughter from your arms faster than you can blink. “Your Daddy could never hate you. Your Daddy loves you. He adores you. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, short of meeting your Mama.”

“Wuv you.” She whispers, as she looks into her Daddy’s eyes.

“I love you too.” He gruffly responds, his voice thick with emotion. “Now I’m taking my girls out for ice cream. After all this, Daddy could seriously use some Starrsbury right about now.”

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tommyspeakycap · 3 years ago

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you’re little McGinn (John’s wee sis) and he walks in on you and Andy Robbo and finds out yous have been getting together (or dating whatever u prefer) behind his back!! Lots of angst please <33 thank u 🙏🏻 I love your posts xx

EH i don’t know how i just found this in my inbox!! i loved this idea, some fluff, smut, sneaking around- enjoy!!

best kept secret

john mcginn’s little sister is andy robertson’s best kept secret

nswf at some parts, oral, unprotected sex ;)

there will be a part two with all the angst in it!

November 15th 2021

The movement of your head, the way it bobs up and down with a swaying movement and a swirling of your tongue is driving Andy absolutely mad. His mind is spinning, throat dry as he pants with the knot in his stomach tightening moment by moment.

"Fuck!" Andy groaned, his voice guttural and strained as he hits the back of your throat. Your hands are gripping to his thighs, nipping the sensitive skin slightly. Andy knows he’ll have little bruises in place of your fingers at the back of his legs, but he couldn’t care any less. His vision is white, eyes squeezed shut with one hand flat against the wall his back is pressed against and the other hand tangled in your hair. He’s too far gone into bliss to even begin the process of moving your head in time, so he simply has his hand tangled in that hair or yours. Andy let’s loose a loud, deep groan, head dropping back against the wall as his neck strains with his chest jumping. You hum in arousal around him, sending his stomach erupting as pure white hot pleasure overtakes his entire body.

He curses out your name, spurting his load into the back of your throat as a panting mess. You pull yourself off with a pop and a kiss to his tip to collect the last of him up.

“Fucking hell.” Andy breathes offering out a shaky hand to pull you up to your feet. You’re both sweaty, panting and flushed in the face. “Really?” You smile bashfully, a little sheepish as you pull your Scotland shirt over your hand. He breathes out a laugh of disbelief, “Oh yeah, really.” He nods firmly, walking up behind you to wrap his arms around you from behind, standing just in his boxers as he presses his bare chest to the back of your Scotland strip, unfortunately not displaying his name this time. “Don’t even want you to go.” He mumbles lowly, his slight beard scratching against your neck as he presses gentle, soft kisses against your neck and hums contently. “You have to, gaffer wants you downstairs in five minutes to get to the stadium.” You retort, shuffling round to turn in his arms so your chest to chest. “But if you play well, they’ll be plenty more where that came from.” You tease, pecking his lips before you wrangle your way out of his arms despite his groan in protest.

“I’ll see you after the game, yeah?” You smile sweetly, topping up your lips with the little chapstick you always wear in the mirror. You look so innocent with that sweet grin as you hang onto the door handle with your jacket draped over your arm as if you hadn’t just had those lips taut around his erect cock. “Course.” He nods with a cheeky grin, “I’ll see if i can spot you in the crowd eh?” His taunt comes, using his thumb to swipe away the excess lip balm under your lips away. You giggle, “Come on, Andy. Don’t want you to be late now.” You roll your eyes, holding tight to your jacket as you open the door. “Yeah, coming love.”

You step out into the hall cautiously, looking left and right with Andy holding onto your shoulders as you both ensure no one is in the corridor to see either of you creeping out of his hotel room. Andy guides you out with a hand on your back, pulling the door shut behind you both. “You could down with me you know, maybe travel with us. Be easier wouldn’t it?” Andy offers, but your sigh tells him the answer. “Can’t. You know that-”

“(y/n)?”

Andy jumps apart from you, despite the fact the only thing you were doing was standing talking to each other in the corridor. “John.” You squeak, cheeks flushing once again as your suddenly hyper aware of the fact you can still taste Andy in the back of your mouth, and that your clit is still throbbing with the desire to have him in you. “Hey.” You greet, forcing a smile onto your cheeks as Andy mouth goes dry with dread. “What’re you doing here.” John smiles, hurrying over towards the two of you. “I came to see you.” You lie, meeting him in the middle of the hall with a tight hug from your elder brother. He squeezes your tightly, reminding you of how that lovely big brother of yours always does give the best hugs, even from when you were little kids.

You really don't even know how you would been to put into words what you were actually doing here. You couldn't say "oh sorry just giving your skipper a pre-match blowy for good luck." to your elder brother. He'd probably strangle you or Andy or both of you. That and you didn't even really know how you would begin to describe what you and Andy have doing on.

It began the day after the Serbia win. Everyone was celebrating, everyone Scottish and even more so those like yourself who knew how much it took and how much it meant to the team to have finally qualified. The entire nation was basically in party mode.

Andy was all smiles and hysterical jokes, his eyes twinkling as he wondered how he’d never quite noticed how beautiful you are before. You’re funny too, telling him stories about uni and laughing at his jokes. Both of you were fairly tipsy and as a result, left the party with arms locked together until you found his room in the hotel and suddenly it wasn’t just your arms locked.

He had your back up against the wall, your legs around his waist as he backed up towards the bed to drop you both down onto. The music from the party drowned out your whimpers or his name and the breathy moans from him as he tangled his hands in your hair with your nails digging into his shoulders leaving half moons in their wake. When you woke up next to him the next day, it seemed like a mutual agreement to enjoy it and never speak of it ever again.

But he isn’t something you can have a little bit of. He makes you want more. Every time you see him, every time you think of him or come across that outfit you had on that night; you want more of him. You want his hands on you, sneaking up your sides, smoothing through your hair, slotting between your slick wet core to curl inside of you while his thumb circles your clit. And he misses you, misses what it feels like to be inside of you, sweaty bodies entwined as one. He wants to feel you again, hear you again moaning his name with your head tipped back so his lips have access to your throat and chest.

It started as one of those 'call you when I need you' things where both of you were single and you both wanted sex; both were prepared to offer that to each other considering you now knew how good it was when the two of you did it together. The orgasms were actively mind-blowing.

Next thing you know, it had been a year. Actually, a year and three days exactly and you’ve ended up spending a great, great majority of it with Andy Robertson. At this point, he knows every inch of your body. He knows what makes your back arch, what makes your eyes roll back, what makes you whimper the way that makes his stomach tighten. Andy also knows your favourite food. Your favourite colour, how you like your toast in the morning and your favourite fruit juice on the side. He knows the sound of the rain calms you down and you’ll fall asleep easy in his arms with the patter on the windows. Andy knows what you drink on nights out, how much you hate heels, your order in every restaurant and most importantly; he knows that he is smitten with one of his best mates’ sister.

It started as sex and now he runs you baths with rose petals and Hugh Grant movies in the evenings, smoothing face masks on your skin and pecking the tip of your nose.

The only problem, and arguably it’s a big one, is John and he's standing right in front of you again, waiting fo4 some kind of explanation as to why you were standing in the hallway with Andy Robertson if you were supposedly looking for your brother.

"Found her wandering the halls." Andy breaks his silence eventually, letting loose the most ridiculous nervous fake laugh you've ever heard in all of your life (making note to bring that up to him after the game) that actually makes you think if John hadn't been suspicious before, he might be now.

"Easily lost," John chuckles, bumping your body with his. "Well it was nice to see you before the game. Fingers crossed the next time is with us as winners eh?" John jokes, making both you and Andy laugh awkwardly. Andy bids you both a goodbye, anything to get out of the situation really and then you speak to Joh for a few more minutes before declaring you should head out if you wanted to make it to the stadium in time, as should be. The second you parted from your brother, you made sure to text your somewhat partner in Andy.

'you are a menace Andrew Robertson.'

'hows that then?'

'that was the most 'I've just had a blow from your sister' fake laugh I've ever heard in my life omg. what if he knows?'

"im sure he doesn't.' Andy texts back, "even if he does (and he doesn't!!) I don't think he'll really care babe x'

You're not exactly sure what John's stance on you and Andy would be, but you can only imagine that he will not be happy when he finds out that you've been sleeping with his international teammate and one of his closest friends. It almost feels like you've been doing something wrong this whole time because the two of you have been going behind his back. You lie to him when required and Andy hasn't had much trouble doing the same. Unavoidably, you both feel bad. But neither want to be the one to break the bubble of serenity and happiness you've found yourself in.

It's made infinitely worse by the fact there is no label on what you and Andy are. He's certain he's in love with you and his plan is to tell you as much after the game, but he isn't sure how you're going to react at all. You could very well come out and say you only enjoy the sexual element of your relationship. Similarly, you worry about the same thing every day. The domestic nature of your relationship that has cropped up recently has been your favourite part by far.

His brother asked him to babysit two weeks ago and you were at his house when he dropped Andy's baby niece over, so the pair of you really got down to business and felt like parents for the day. It was perfect and it was that day where you realised that life with him was the life that you wanted. Sure, the sex was fun, but it was ever more fun knowing that you were his and he was yours in every other way as well.

Now you just needed the game to go well essentially so you could finally make this nerve wracking confession to each other before either of you could begin to decide what was going to happen when it comes down to telling your brother.

The full time whistle blows and you literally couldn't have sat down if your life depended on it. Your arms were in the air, belting out the words 'I can boogie' with what feels like the rest of the entire country around you. Really, its just a capacity Hampden Park, but either way its the best feeling in the world and you can't even begin to imagine what it must feel like for your brother and the man down there that you are in love with who wears the bright armband and leads him country out with pride every single time.

They just beat Denmark, against what seemed and felt like all odds.

When John hugs you afterwards, you're happy, but your eyes are searching over his shoulder for the man you want to envelope you up in those strong arms that make you feel like you're at home after months lost at sea. A hug with him, you think, would be innocuous enough to get away with just now. You try not to run form John to Andy, masking your excitement with a slight skip in his direction until he gathers you up in this strong arms.

"You did so good." You whisper, the words just barely making it to him as he holds you tight with your lips right by his ear. "I'm so proud of you." Andy squeezes you tighter and John quirks an eyebrows a little way away from you as he watches on. Your brother knows that you'll usually avoid a sweaty post-match cuddle like its the Black Plague, often found wriggling out of his arms and proclaiming that he needs a shower before any celebrations kick off. The way you're letting Andy hold you ignites the slightest flicker of confusion, seeing your feet lift off the ground as the loud skipper all but squeezes the life right out of you.

It's actually not just the hug that raises John's suspicions that evening though, but rather the way Andy looks at you when you both pull out of that hug. There a short, quick and few words passed between you and him - looking something like a congratulations - before you turned and walked off back in the direction of the family stands. But Andy's eyes don't leave you until you are completely gone from sight. His eyes sparkle in adoration, trailing you like a lovesick puppy. It makes John wonder.

It makes him wonder why you're never in Glasgow anymore. His brothers always say you're scarcely at their games or in their houses complaining about being bored like you used to be. It makes him wonder where it actually is that you have spent this year. Why you're suddenly in England for a lot more of John's game than you have ever been to since he joined Villa. Why you suddenly know an awful lot about the Prem. John wonders if this has anything to do with the Scottish skipper.

He keeps a keen eye peeled the entire evening of the celebrations, expecting his idea to have been correct. He half expected to be kicking himself wondering how he didn't notice it. But then you spend most of the night laughing and dancing with Kieran Tierney and Callum McGregor. John doesn't spot any more longing glances from the captain and neither of you appear any more interested in each other than two ordinary friends are at any point during the night.

John resigns to the fact he his 'big brother mode' had gone a little into overdrive the second he seen you with someone. He's done it before, so he finally lets his worry go and allows himself to enjoy the rest of his evening celebrating an amazing - albeit unexpected win for himself and the boys.

Everyone was at least a little tipsy when returning to their rooms in the hotel at different stages of the night. You and Andy were two of the earliest, finding it a lot easier to escape secretly together when there was a load of people around to possibly see the pair of you leaving together.

“Been looking forward to this all night.” Andy murmurs against your lips as he pushes you backwards until your knees hit the edge of the bed. You fall backwards immediately raising your hips for Andy to pull off your leggings and pants immediately as you tug his shirt over his head quickly. Andy joins his lips back to yours as you tug his shorts off. “No teasing,” you pant, “It’s been way too long.” Andy licks a stripe up through your core, flicking his tongue against your clit, swirling his tongue around to make you arch your back. “Andy, I need you.”

“Condom?” Andy asks between breaths, as he pulls himself out of his boxers.

“Don’t care.” You breath, reaching down to pump his length a few time to hear that elated groan from him. “You sure?” He checks, watching you nod vigorously as you at giggle towards him to try get him in you. He used his tip to tease your entrance, rubbing it against you before. “Andy please!”

He pushes into your slick folds, making your eyes roll back in your head as a groan parts your lips. “Fuck, you feel so good.” Andy mutters, feverishly moving his lips against yours before moving down your neck, leaving little marks to remind you of him when he has to go back to Liverpool and you’re left aching in Glasgow.

“Fuck.” You hiss as he pulls in and out of you rapidly. The headboard bangs against the wall, clearly disrupting who was on the other side but you couldn’t have cared a single solitary ounce as your nails dig into Andy’s back while you cry out his name. One of your favourite things about sex with Andy is his pure stamina. He doesn’t slow down, he doesn’t run out of energy and he doesn’t relent. Skin slapping against skin, his cock stretching out your walls and smashing against the most pleasurable spot a man has ever found in you. “Fuck! I can’t-Andy! I’m clo-”

“Come on baby,” he encourages, “Cum for me. Let me hear you.”

His command is always followed by you. Your eyes roll back, your back arching as your nails drag down his back with your heels digging into his hips from where your legs are wrapped around him. You can feel Andy filling you up as you whimper and clench around him, panting embarrassingly to try and catch your breath as Andy pulls out of you. “Beautiful.” Andy states, admiring the state of his cum spilling out of you. “My favourite sight.” He bends down to press a soft kiss against your clit.

“You’ll get me all riled up again.” You grin, looking down at him. Andy smirks, teasing wiggling his eyebrows as he sucks on your sensitive bud to elicit a jolt of pleasure through your body. Andy notes the way your hands move to tangle in his short hair and immediately he knows that it’s about time to give you a special treat for all your support.

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“Robbo mate! Breakfast finishes in ten minutes and we’ve got a recovery session in half an hour!” Andy groans at the sound of the voice outside his door paired with the banging against it. You mimic his actions, squeezing your eyes shut and cuddling further into his chest. Andy pulls you closer to him, tucking your head under his chin and tightening his hold on you. “Don’t go.” Your sleepy croak greets his ears. “I’m not.”

“Andy, mate, hurry up. I’ll be back in ten minutes to fuckin’ kick the door in!” You both giggle against each other at the sound of the irritated voice on the other side, hoping that the familiar accent would leave their skipper alone to have his way with you eventually.

You don’t know how long the person was away from the door, you weren’t even keeping track because frankly your mind had gone blank the second Andy rolled out of bed to follow after you into the bathroom. You never did quite make it into the bathroom before he wrapped his arms lazily around your back and spun you around to rest against the door so he could press his lips tiredly down onto yours. You hum into him, draping your arms over his shoulders as his hand creeps down in between you both until his fingers reach your already aching core.

Then the banging started again, making Andy groan as he drops his head onto your shoulder. You giggle again, raising his head with your hand under his chin to look into those beautiful hazel eyes; the forest mixture of greens and browns blended together to create the serenity that exists as your favourite shade in the world. “You should go,” you lull, his lips brushing against yours with each word. He hums, beard tickling your chin as his nose bumps gently off yours. “I should.” He agrees quickly, merely above a whisper, “But i’ll be back for you. Don’t leave without me.” He finalises with his lips pressing against the corner of your lips, then the other corner, then your cupid’s bow and then against your lips for one last deep kiss before you finally let him go.

“And get yourself something to eat, room service here is ridiculously class.” Andy instructs as he pulls his training gear for their recovery session up his sore legs, “You must be starving after last night,” He winks, making you blush, “My card is on the side, don’t argue. My treat.”

The fullback hurries back over just like he’s grown used to often doing many mornings a week now, one hand raising up to cup your chin so he can gently brush his thumb over your soft lips before being your closer to him for a gentle peck before he hurries off. All you can do is stand there breathlessly wondering how you’ve gotten yourself info such a perfect mess.

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formulalfc · 1 year ago

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pls write something fluffy w trent ab being at a wedding and dancing to lover by taylor swift

omgggg stop i would die.

okay so you guys are at robbo's wedding and you're both having such a good time, you guys are super close with robbo and his missus and so you're so happy to be there with them on their special day. you're deffo both in the bridal and groom parties cause your so close to the happy couple and so throughout the whole ceremony you guys are just staring at each other and trent's looking at you in a way he's never looked at you before, like you are literally the only person on the room and your heart is like POUNDING because your man looks so so fine and he's staring at you with so much love that you think you might actually collapse. anyway, after the ceremony you guys are at the reception and trent is chatting to the lads, talking about the upcoming season and stuff while you're chatting to a few of the wives and talking to a few of the kids that absolutely adore you. but then you hear the opening guitar chords of one of your favourite songs and ur turning straight away to look for trent but he's literally already right behind you. and he's being all cute and asking you to dance with him and your blushing and shiii as he pulls you onto the dance floor. he's got his arm wrapped around your waist holding you securely against him and he's holding your hand with his other while your free hand is placed on his chest, just feeling his heartbeat. and you have ur head like rested on his shoulder but he's looking down at you as you guys sway to the music, and you're both mouthing the words to lover to each other. and some of trent's friends are whistling and shi but you guys don't care cause you're so wrapped up in each other.

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the-offside-rule · 2 years ago

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Trent Alexander Arnold (Liverpool) - Not So Expected

Requested: yes, by anon

Prompts: 6) "You never cease to amaze me."

7) "You have such a beautiful soul."

35) "Just hold still."

Warnings: none, just fluff😊

Anniversaries. Oh how stressful they were. In this case, their anniversary wasn't for another week but Trent had planned a getaway trip for them so Y/n needed to get the anniversary gifts before they left. She walked around aimlessly in the shopping centre, not exactly sure of where to start her quest. She had been walking around for a good half hour and her hands were still empty. She was beyond frustrated at this point. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Y/n Alexander Arnold." She grinned as she heard the Scottish voice from behind her. "I'm not Alexander Arnold just yet Robbo. He hasn't put a ring on it yet." She said turning and giving him a hug. "Only a matter of time. He'd be stupid not to."

"What you doing out?" Y/n asked. "The missus sent me out to get stuff. Ended up here. How about you?" She shrugged. "I was meant to try find stuff for Trent because our anniversary is coming up but I haven't a clue where to start."

"I could give you a hand if you need?" Andy offered. It was a good idea to be fair. Andy knew Trent too, so chances are he could give a bit more input or a second opinion. "Yeah, if it isn't a problem." Andy scoffed. "Course it's not a problem. Come on." Andy and Y/n walked into every shop and took at least one thing with them, with the aim to make a hamper styled gift. Just after they left JD sports, she decided to text Trent just so she knew when to leave in order to hide the gifts from him.

Hey babe, when are u home?

Will be a bit

Just hanging out w Robbo

Won't be back till 6ish

Luv ya x

Robbo? As in Andy Robertson? He couldn't have been. She was with him for a good hour now. "Robbo?" Andy turned around, still holding onto his kids. "What's happenin?" He asked. "Trent. He's just gone and said this." She showed Andy her phone. He read through it and pulled a face too. "Well he's clearly not with me. Haven't seen him all day." That didn't help Y/n at all. Where was he and what was he doing? "Maybe he's out with Chambo. He's planning a surprise for Perrie or something. He might not want you to know in case you go blabbering to her about it." Andy said in an attempt to help ease Y/n's mind. "No, no definitely not. He's already told me about the surprise, and I know he isn't with Alex because Perrie told me she was going to the park with Alex and Axel." Y/n said. Andy was just as confused as Y/n was. "Surely there's a reasonable explanation there. He isn't that stupid."

That whole evening, Y/n felt awkward with Trent. When he got home, he was smiling but this time, she was worried about his smile. Was he smiling because of another girl? This continued until they decided to go to sleep. Trent sat reading his book like he normally did before bed, but Y/n sat staring at the wall. She looked away when Trent had closed his book and put it on his bedside table.

"Goodnight Babe." Trent muttered, turning to his bedside table and shutting his light off before tucking himself in. When Y/n didn't do the same, it sparked confusion in the defender, making him turn back to his worried looking girlfriend. "Babe, you alright?" He asked. "Where were you today?" Trent blinked a few times. "I was out. I told you on the phone." Y/n scoffed and folded her arms. "I know you weren't with Robbo, I met him at the shopping centre. He was just as confused when he saw your message." Trent was stuck in the mud, up to his knees at this point. He couldn't dig himself out of this one and make his plans go ahead. "So, do tell, where you were and don't, please don't lie." Trent looked into both of her eyes, both looking oh so broken and he had no choice. He let out a defeated sigh. He reached into his bedside drawer and ruffled about a bit, confusing Y/n even more than she already was. "I was gonna wait to do this until our trip next week but since you caught me out, I have to come clean-" Trent leaned over his pillow and looked up into Y/n's eyes to reveal a small velvet box. Her mouth dropped open.

"Y/n, I've been with you for ages now and if you had given me another few days I would've been able to put this whole speech together but since I'm just here now, I suppose this'll have to do." He opened it, revealing a delicate diamond ring. "I love you, I've known that since the day I met you. You've just got such a beautiful soul, you never, ever cease to amaze me and I was wondering if you would want to spend the rest of your life with me and become my wife?" Y/n felt a few tears trickling down her cheeks and shaping around her smile. "You gonna say yes or do I have to do it again." Y/n began laughing as she shook her head. "No, no you don't have to. You wouldn't have even had to ask!" She jumped into his arms, kissing him over and over again. "Of course I will!" Trent laughed, trying to get her off so he could put the ring on her finger. "Alright, alright, just hold still so I can put this on!" She got off him and left her shakey hand out for him to take. It fit perfectly.

"I can't believe this." She whispered. "I couldn't find the right ring at all today. I'm blessed Hendo was there buying a necklace for his missus." Y/n chuckled. "I was looking for an anniversary present for you. Thank god I found Andy." They laughed. "Looks like we were both stuck for ideas." Trent said, putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his chest. Her hand rested on his chest as the diamond twinkled on her finger, a smile now unable to leave her face. "Are you happy?" She looked up to Trent with a face of confusion. "Well of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"No reason, just asking. I just can't wait to get married."

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tierneysodegaard · 3 years ago

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Amnesia - Kieran Tierney x Reader

Kieran Tierney x female!reader

Requested? Yes/No

Anon: If you take requests, can you do one with KT or anyone you like, where the reader is a rival team's player sister (maybe Andy) and after a big game she gets into a fight with both her brother and boyfriend. Her brother feels as if she is neglecting him because of her bf an vice versa. Maybe after that she is nowhere to be found for a few days. They find out she got into an accident and now has amnesia. Maybe her brother and bf now have to put a side their difference to help her get her memory.

Sorry if it was too much or too dramatic 😅. I love you writing 💜.

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing

AN: You can never have too much drama darling ;) Think I might make a Part 2 for the healing process ;)

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Growing up being the little sister of Andy Robertson was interesting to say the least. When you were born he was immediately protective over you and that never changed. When he started to play football you would always go and support him in his games, you basically became his shadow, cheering him on from the side-lines no matter where he was in the world. Andy done the same for you but rather than cheering you on at a football match he just loomed over you in every aspect in life, making sure you were always safe and no one got too close, especially a man.

No matter how protective he was over you he still wasn’t able to hide you away from his teammate Kieran Tierney. You’d gone to support Andy during one of the Scotland games when you met the former Celtic Captain. Kieran fell hard and he fell hard rather fast. Andy and Kieran already battled it out for the title of the best Scottish left-back but now the pair of them were battling it out in the Premier league.

Kieran had joined Arsenal, one of the big six teams and Andy had joined Liverpool who also happened to be apart of the big six. Sure Arsenal and Liverpool weren’t rivals like Arsenal and Spurs were but both teams could put up a big fight when they needed to, especially in the way of a trophy. The pair were set to play in the Carabao Cup to decide the finalists.

You lived in Liverpool with Andy but right now you were with Kieran in London. You’d stayed at his for the majority of the week, traveling back that morning so you could spend it with Andy before the game started.

“It’s a long journey there.” Kieran spoke up as he made the two of you breakfast. “You could just wait with me and we could go up together.”

“I promised Andy I’d see him this morning.” You pouted, your eyes scanning over his body. “I wish I didn’t though.”

Kieran smirked at your words. “Prefer this left-back over him?”

“By miles but don’t tell him that, he hates you as it is.”

“He’s not that bad.”

“You haven’t seem him when I mention you in conversation.”

“He’s just a protective brother.” Kieran handed you a drink. “Although he can be a prick.”

“He needs to understand that I’m not a child anymore and you aren’t the wanker he thinks you are.”

“Glad you think so.” He winked, leaning down to plant a kiss on your cheek. “I bought you some snacks for the journey home and a few drinks, wasn’t sure what you wanted so I got you quite a few but hey at least that means they’ll last and maybe you won’t need to travel back home much longer��”

You scrunched your face in confusion at his words. “What’s that supposed to mean? You wouldn’t leave Arsenal for Liverpool, you wouldn’t even go to City when Arsenal had their worst ever season in one hundred years.”

He let out a light laugh before stepping closer to you. “I’m not leaving Arsenal anytime soon… I just wanted to know if you wanted to move in with me? Here in London, I’ve wanted to move from this place for a while and if you wanted to move in would you want to start looking for a new place together?” His eyes were full of hope as he searched your ones.

“I’d love to move in with you Kieran.” Kieran cupped your cheeks with a smile, pulling you into him. You smiled as he kissed you, his hands wrapping around your waist. His grip tightened on you as he deepened the kiss, completely unaware that he was burning the food behind him. “Kieran…” You muttered against his lips.

“Hmm?” He muttered back.

“You’re burning the food.”

“What?” He pulled back suddenly. You pointed to the pan behind him. “You’re burning the food.”

“Shit!” He spun around and grabbed the pan off the heat before running to the backdoor to let some air in before the smoke alarm went off. You laughed at the Scot's flustered state.

“I just hope you don’t burn down our new place.”

“God I love the way you say ‘our place’.” He smirked. “Just as long as you let me display my Celtic shirts.”

“In certain places yes.” You smiled as he came back over, placing another kiss on your lips before you both ate.

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The journey back to Liverpool wasn’t too bad, especially as you knew that soon enough you wouldn’t be doing this journey anymore but it wasn’t all sunshine and happiness. You still had tell Andy that you’d be moving in with Kieran and you knew that wouldn’t go down well. You’d never missed one of Andy’s games and now if you moved in with Kieran you certainly would. You’d be at the Emirates more than you’d be at Anfield.

“I’m back!” You called out to Andy as you unlocked the door.

“Nice to finally see you.” He replied, putting together his bag for the game. “How was your week away?”

“Yeah nice.” You smiled.

“And him?”

“Yeah, Kieran is okay.” You nodded, evidently worried to tell Andy the news. “Andy?”

“Hmm?”

“He asked me to move in with him -” He snapped his head up the moment you spoke.

“He did what?” He almost yelled. “You said no right?”

“I said yes, why wouldn’t I say yes?”

“Because you live here! With me! Where I know you’re safe!” He spat. “What would Mum think -”

“She’d want me to live with him, Andy we’ve been dating for years now -”

“And? I don’t care he’s a prick!”

“No, he’s not! Maybe if you just set some time aside and actually got to know him for your own sister's sake maybe you’d understand how nice he is!”

“I already know him!”

“No, you know him on the football pitch not behind closed doors. The only time you’ve ever spent with him is when he’s been staying around here and family events like my birthday and even then you don’t speak to him!”

“Because he’s a prick, he doesn’t deserve to date my sister -”

“Oh really?” You stepped forward, your voice raised. “So if he clearly doesn’t fit your standards then who does? Hmm? Trent maybe? Would you prefer me to date him? Because Andy Kieran has never made me cry, he’d always made me feel like I’m worth it, and he’s never given me a reason to worry if he goes out to clubs. He makes me feel like I am the only woman he’s ever laid eyes on and you don’t think he’s good enough? What do you think Trent could treat me like this? Or maybe Henderson?”

Andy didn’t say a word, looking at you like he wanted to say something but stayed silent. “I’ll meet you in the car.” You turned on your heel and stormed out of the door, waiting for him to join you so the pair of you could go to the game.

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The entire journey was so silent. Neither of you said a word as you parked the car, putting your pass on around your neck. You grabbed your phone, texting Kieran as you opened the door, Andy following.

“Good luck.” You spoke in an emotionless tone as you headed off to his box.

“We both know you want Arsenal to win it.” He spat back.

“After your comments,” You looked straight at him. “I hope Kieran manages to get a goal and I hope it’s the only goal of the night.” You stormed off leaving Andy to think about what you’d said.

He’d fucked up and he knew it.

As you were heading off to Andy’s box, saying hello to the other player's family members as you got a text.

Kieran: I’m just outside the changing rooms, you free to come down? X

You: Yeah sure I’ll be there in five x

Kieran: See you soon beautiful x

Smiling you headed downstairs to see him. He’d just got in from the warm-up, dressed in Arsenal's third kit as he waited to get onto the pitch. You loved the way he looked in it, the shirt clinging onto his muscles as he moved. “There she is.” He smiled as you fell into his arms, taking in his scent. You held onto his body a little longer that normal, a small thing which told Kieran that something was wrong. “Was wrong love?”

Taking a deep breath you knew you had to tell him. “Andy and I had an argument. Even when I wished him good luck he still acted like a twat. Normally he lets it go by the time we’ve arrived but not this time.”

“Was it about you moving in with me?”

“Yes…” Kieran watched as your expression fell. “I don’t care what he thinks, I want to move in with you.”

“Good.” He pecked your lips. “Because I may have started looking at places already… we can always get a dog too…” He smirked before his expression went serious again. “Don’t worry about Andy, I’ll pull him aside and have a word.”

“OI!” A strong Scottish accent grabbed both yours and Kieran’s attention.

“It looks like you can have that conversation now…” You looked back at Andy who was storming over to you both.

“What are you doing down here? You’re supposed to be in my box!”

“I’m aware.” You stared your brother down.

“What’s he asked you to marry him now? Next thing you know he’ll take that offer from Real Madrid and whisk you away to another country! And before you know it he’ll get you pregnant so he’ll always be in your life!”

“I’m not going to Real Madrid I’m staying at Arsenal.” Kieran spat.

“Didn’t deny the rest!” Andy stepped forward causing Kieran to grab your hips to guide you to stand behind him.

“Let's not do this here,” Kieran warned. “We’ll talk about this after the game -”

“No let's talk now!”

“Andy!” You snapped. “Just fucking stop it!”

“Why fucking should I? y/n you are my sister it’s my job to look after you, the only family I have here is you!”

“Doesn’t mean you should control her fucking life!” Kieran jumped in. “I love your sister and I would do anything for that woman. She hardly spends time with me because of you! I’m not here to steal her away from you, I want her in my life and that means her moving in with me, maybe if you actually gave a shit about her you’d be supportive rather than a dick!”

Andy stepped closer, grabbing Kieran’s collar which caught the attention of a few other players who were starting to line up in the tunnel. Ben jumped forward, grabbing Kieran who by now had raised his fist and started swearing and screaming at your brother. Martin came to his aid, helping pry Kieran away from the scene.

You wanted to leave immediately, the pair of them both acting like children although Andy did start it. You stormed off, leaving the two of them to deal with it themselves.

“y/n!” Kieran and Andy both called after you.

“Fuck off!” You screamed back. You didn’t care for the game name, storming out of the ground and getting into your car. Andy could find his own way back, he had enough money for an uber home. You let the tears flow as you drove away, all you wanted was your brother and boyfriend to get along. You wanted them to get along like family, evidently that wasn’t the case.

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The game had ended 0-0, Arsenal had defended and held Liverpool off with only ten men after Xhaka was sent off early on into the game. Andy sprinted up to his box, he’d played rough during that game, earning him a yellow card and he knew he was only like that because of what had happened earlier. However when he went into his box and saw you weren’t there his heart dropped.

Not wasting a second he darted off downstairs to the Arsenal changing rooms, flinging the door open to find Kieran sat alongside Ben. “Where is she?”

“What?”

“y/n,” Andy was no longer pissed, he was worried. “Where is she?”

“I thought she went to your box.”

“She’s not there.”

Kieran started to catch on to Andy’s worry. “Relax she’s probably just at home -”

“Can you call her? She’ll answer you over me.” Kieran nodded, taking out his phone and dialling your number only to get no answer. “Nothing…”

“Fuck…” Andy muttered. “Try again?”

“I am, she’s not answering.” He turned to Ben. “If I give you her number will you try?”

“Course I will.” Ben now tried to call you yet you never answered. “No she’s not answering. I’ll text and ask if she’s okay.”

After a while neither of them get a reply, now even Kieran was worrying. Especially after Andy checked the security footage and realised you hadn’t come home. Even a few of the Arsenal boys had started to worry and that worry only escalated when Andy got a call from a local hospital telling him that you had been admitted after an accident.

Trent drove Kieran and Andy to the hospital staying with the pair of them at all times so they didn’t argue. You’d been driving and someone had gone just a little too fast and hit you with such force your car flipped. Kieran ran straight over to you, holding your hand as the machines beeped and you slept. He pulled a chair up as he brought your hand up to his lips.

Trent and Andy watched the entire thing go down. Both Kieran and Andy had tears in their eyes. The nurse suddenly came in, looking between the three lads. “Which one of you is her brother?”

“That’s me.” Andy stepped forward. “Will she be okay?”

“Who are these two?”

“Uhh he drove us and he’s her boyfriend.”

“Are you happy for them to hear this?”

“Yes, please just tell me is she okay?”

“She will be, she’d had some nasty head trauma but she’ll be okay however there is a small problem, it seems as if she has some memory loss, amnesia as we call it. It is possible for her to get it back.”

“And that’s a little problem?” Kieran spoke up. “Christ I’d hate to think what a big one is.”

“How can we help her?” Trent asked.

“If there’s items she loves bring them in, it’ll help her, family and friends around her.”

“We can do that.” Trent looked over to Andy. “Can’t we?”

Andy looked over to Kieran before turning back to his teammate. “Yes we can.”

“I’ll leave you three to it, someone will be in soon.” The woman left, leaving the three of them on their own with you.

“I’ll be back too.” Trent nodded at Andy as he followed suit. Now it was just him and Kieran in the room alone.

“Do you love her?” Andy asked, grabbing Kieran's attention.

“Of course I do mate.” Kieran held your hand in his. “I’d do anything for her.”

“And you’ll do anything to keep her safe? And I mean anything -”

“Why wouldn’t I? She means everything to me. I would never do something to fuck her over or upset her in anyway.”

Andy held his hand out for Kieran to shake. “That’s all I needed to hear.” Kieran shook his hand, giving him a small smile. “I’m sorry for what I said and everything on top.”

“Andy mate at this point I don’t care about what happened with us I just want her to be okay.”

In that moment Andy knew that he could trust Kieran, the pair of them needed to put their differences aside to make sure you were okay. If Kieran could forgive him them hopefully you could.

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lfc21 · 2 years ago

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Calling your boyfriend the wrong name.

TW: fluff, swearing

Prompt list: Tik Tok

Summary: Jordan could only bare to hear you speak the sound of his own name so the sound of his teammates name sent a cold feeling through his body. You couldn't help but play with the fire of your protective husband.

You could have admired your husband like this until the earth stopped turning and the sun stopped shining. His eyes twinkled in rhythm to the dancing candle lights dotted across the table. His red tie delicately sat on his large chest creating a river of red for your eyes to follow. Your hands were locked with his, and the feeling of his fingers running over your knuckles gave you such a soft and gentle atmosphere around you.

"You look beautiful tonight" Jordan explained over the loud music and constant chitter chatter of first dates and wild birthday parties. It was rare that you and Jordan could enjoy date night with one another, just you and him, with no screaming kids or chatty teammates to interrupt you both.

"Thank you, darling" You softly replied with as you didn't let your gaze fall from him. As Jordan went on about a whole completely different subject your mind went wondering, You felt in the mood to play with fire, you loved the perfect and romantic side of Jordan but you also loved the fun and amusing side of Jordan and the one thing you could think off was calling him by the wrong name. Jordan was protective, jealous and more or less your number one person and any budging of those positions made him break out into a sweat and fight for breath.

"Babe, are you listening to me?" Jordan asked in wonder not understanding what your lost and confused expression was for. You quickly snapped your eyes towards him and came back into the present moment, hoping for your plan to work.

"hm yeah sorry Andy go on" You quickly said as if every word simply rolled off your tongue. You casually looked at him as if everything was fine. His eyes went wide at your words.

"Sorry say again" He quickly snapped wanting every word to go back through his ears again. He quickly let go of your hand not understanding what exactly was going on.

"I erm I don't know why I said that," You said trying to bargain your words to the poor midfielder sitting hoping for an answer.

"Well easy mistake because you're always on a date with Andy Robertson" He sarcastically barked back with a roll of his eyes as he sat back further into his chair. You looked at him as if you were trying to think of the words which could save yourself.

"Honestly I don't know where that came from" You softly spoke trying to pick his hand back up but was greeted by his sudden movements as he tugged his hands into his body.

"Your mouth" He mumbled with a tone of attitude laced with every word. You rolled your eyes trying to act at least pissed off towards him. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and you realised just how much you had angered your husband. He was like a moody teenager.

"Jordan there's no need to be like that" you explained with a soft tone as you looked into his eyes. He looked right through you as if there were words coming from your mouth but had little meaning. He went to let words out before being stopped by a waiter flying past your table.

"Scuse me can I have the bill please," Jordan asked as the waiter stood in his tracks and complied with his ask. Your eyes went wide. This was not the reaction you were looking for.

"Wait no! He doesn't want the bill" you quickly explained waving him off to speak to your husband and tell him the truth.

"I do!" He snapped back causing the man to look back at him with wondering eyes as he reached for the card machine.

"You don't!" You barked back with stern eyes. He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, he couldn't work out what you were doing.

"Look I'm going to give you both five minutes and come back" the waiter explained with a soft yet nervous smile before wandering off to the back of the restaurant.

"What the hell did you do that for?" He asked pulling the napkin off his lap and pushing it onto the table with quite some force.

"I didn't say Andy by accident. I did it on purpose" you admitted trapping his large hand under his whilst trying to reason with him.

"How does that make it better?" He asked with genuine wonder as his eyebrows furrowed and his voice became soft.

"I did it as a prank, I saw it on tik tok" you explained with a small smile as you saw the weight lift from his shoulders.

"So you don't have something going on with Andy?" He asked wanting certainty in his mind.

"Ew no of course not!" You practically screamed with a disgusted face at the idea of being with anyone but your perfect husband. He gave you his signature smile and shook his head knowing he should have expected a prank like this coming his way.

"I hate you" he mumbled kissing your hand and looking up at your face through his lashes. At that moment you could have fallen off your chair and begged for his touch there and then.

"I love you" you spoke back with every word filled with love. You knew he would forgive you, he couldn't stay mad at his soul mate for too long.

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So, what is coming to Patreon from December is as follows -

From January the posting schedule should hopefully be: Monday - Wednesday are Patreon exclusives and early access to series days. Saturday - Sunday are Tumblr early access days.

During December though, we’ll be looking to have daily early access updates, with patreon exclusive littered throughout.��

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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. ❤️

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Thiago Alcantara. Jealousy. 💦❤️

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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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Anyone You Want. Full. 💦❤️

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Anyone You Want. New Rules. 💦🥀

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Antoine Griezmann. For Your Entertainment. Mini series. 💦🥀

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To be decided who To Be Owned By You. 💦❤️

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