#champ stadium

[nflballgirl]

love this team, love these vibes

[pernillecfcw]

What a photo 💛

[dinosaurwithablog]

Willie Mays, one of the greatest all-round players of the game, died peacefully today at the age of 93. RIP, Willie 🙏🏼 he was a-mays-ing!!! He made the game great. I'm my opinion, he is the home run king of the SF Giants. Up to today, he was the oldest hall of famer that was still alive. He was inducted in 1979. He was 2 time MVP with the Giants. In 1954, he won the World Series with the Giants. He was a 12 time gold glover and a 24 time all star. He was the rookie of the year in 1951. He did it all. I remember watching him play when I was a kid. I was lucky to see him in person when he played with the Mets at Shea Stadium. My baseball glove had his signature on it and I was very proud of that as a kid. He was a joyful man and a beautiful person. 😍 he was part of the reason that I love this game so much. Thank you, Willie. Thank you for everything that you did on and off the field. There's an extra star in heaven. I know I'll see you twinkling in the night sky. You are missed. You are loved. You are a-MAYS-ing!! Always💜💜💜⚾️

[ribbonbonny]

finally a specialty champiok stadium i really enjoyed doing fully ontype. Love fairies love gettin to use all my fairies I normally don’t

[mythicalwizard]

The Kansas City Chiefs are Super Bowl LVIII Champs!

[kdsburneraccount]

Trick or Treat! Send me your thoughts on the World Series! Cowboys or SNEKS? Who you got?

Going to be honest, I wouldn’t be mad at either team winning!! I know a couple of people who support the Rangers and I do like that they saved us from the Astros in the World Series, but I think the Diamondbacks are very cool too :> Corbin Carroll my wasian king 🙏

I would prefer the Diamondbacks to win if only for the parallelisms to 2001, and I think that they will be able to… so that’s my pick. But also the Rangers have never won a World Series… oh gosh I’m a little conflicted bc this could be deGrom’s chance at a ring but I will stand by my choice 🫡 go sneks

[robertsbarbie]

the kansas city teams are actually so fucked up for making a promotional video telling kansas citians to ‘vote yes’ on april 2nd and framing it in such a way that it’s a little confusing acting as if the football team is gonna lose their stadium no! they’re not! but a lot of small businesses and people will lose their jobs and homes if they build the new baseball stadium in fucking downtown

[wildlife4life]

Taylor Swift is in my state, in my favorite city, in my teams stadium and she releases a music video with the other Taylor who does back flips! And my sister is there!

The rare and few times where I regret being a stay at home mom going to school and relying on a single income. 😩

(Little tiny regret. I would do anything for my baby, including spending all extra income on her instead of tickets)

Well…. At least KC stays winning.

[jettlawrence]

supercross race at arrowhead challenge

[pucksandpower]

Seeing Color

Lando Norris x soulmate!Reader

Summary: the average person goes their whole life without seeing so much as a drop of color, so safe to say you’re quite surprised when the sky suddenly turns blue while you’re covering Formula 1 for the first time

The sky’s a muted gray, just like every other day of your life, as you stand in the bustling paddock of Silverstone, trying to ignore the knot in your stomach.

This isn’t what you signed up for. Football’s your thing — sweaty players, goals, and post-match interviews in rain-soaked stadiums. But motorsport? Formula 1? It’s a different beast altogether.

“Just one race,” your supervisor had assured you. “It’ll be fine, Y/N. You’re a pro.”

Easy for them to say. The paddock is a maze of garages, team colors (which are a uniform grayscale for you, of course), and a cacophony of sounds that’s more overwhelming than a packed Premier League stadium.

You’ve been briefed on the basics — Max Verstappen’s the reigning champ, Lewis Hamilton’s the legend, and Lando Norris, the homegrown young talent, just secured P2.

P2. The words feel alien, even though you repeat them to yourself over and over, willing them to become familiar. Podium finish, second place. You’ve got this.

But the truth is, you don’t. Not really. And it’s showing as you fumble with your notes, trying to prepare for the post-race interviews. Your heart’s racing faster than any of the cars on the track.

“Hey, you alright there?”

The voice comes from behind you, startling you out of your thoughts. You turn around and see a young man — not too tall, with curly hair, and a faint smirk playing on his lips. You recognize him immediately, even in black and white.

Lando Norris.

“Yeah, just-” You scramble for professionalism, straightening your back and offering what you hope is a confident smile. “Just getting ready for the interviews.”

Lando’s eyes flicker down to the notes in your hand. “First time covering F1?”

Your smile falters. “Is it that obvious?”

He chuckles softly, and for a moment, it’s as if the world around you narrows down to just the two of you standing there in the paddock, the sounds and chaos fading into the background.

“A little,” he admits, leaning casually against the wall, as if he’s got all the time in the world. “But don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.”

You can’t help but laugh, the sound surprising even yourself. There’s something about his easygoing manner that puts you at ease, just for a moment. “I appreciate that.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, right?” He asks, and you’re caught off guard that he knows your name.

“That’s me,” you reply, slipping into the role of interviewer as best as you can. “Congratulations on P2, by the way. How was the race for you?”

He glances at you, and for a brief second, his expression changes. It’s subtle — almost imperceptible — but it’s there. Something shifts in his eyes, something that makes your breath catch in your throat.

“Thanks,” he says, but the word comes out softer than you expect. There’s a pause, a moment of hesitation, before he continues. “The race was … it was intense. But honestly? Standing here right now … it feels like something else is happening.”

You frown slightly, not understanding. “What do you mean?”

Lando looks at you again, more intently this time, and you’re acutely aware of the way your pulse is thumping in your ears. “Look around,” he murmurs, his voice low, as if he’s sharing a secret. “Do you see anything different?”

You blink, confused. You glance around, expecting to see the same monotone world you’ve always known, the same dull shades of gray. But instead … you see it. A soft glow in the distance, a faint tinge of color in the sky.

It’s … blue.

A gasp escapes your lips before you can stop it. “What …”

Lando steps closer, his expression as bewildered as yours. “You see it too, don’t you?”

“I-I don’t understand,” you stammer, your heart racing even faster now. “This can’t be real. I’ve never seen color before.”

“Neither have I,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “But … I’m seeing it now. Because of you.”

The air around you feels electric, charged with something you can’t quite name. Your eyes lock onto his, and suddenly, the world isn’t gray anymore. It’s alive with hues and shades that you’ve only ever imagined. His eyes, a stunning shade of fluid green, meet yours with the same wonder.

“This can’t be real,” you repeat, more to yourself than to him. You’re trying to make sense of the impossible, of the vivid blues and greens and reds that are slowly seeping into your vision, like the world is waking up from a long sleep.

Lando reaches out, his hand hovering near yours, not quite touching. There’s a vulnerability in his gaze that’s startling — like he’s just as unsure of what’s happening as you are. “I think …” he starts, then stops, swallowing hard before trying again. “I think it’s because we’re soulmates.”

“Soulmates?” You echo, the word feeling foreign on your tongue. You’ve heard the stories, the myths — how the world is black and white until you meet the person you’re meant to be with.

But it’s just that, isn’t it? A myth? A fairytale? With over 8 billion people on Earth, the chances of actually meeting your fated match are slim-to-none. Most of the population has grown to accept that they will never see anything other than black and white.

“Yeah,” he says softly. “That’s what they say, right? You don’t see color until you meet your soulmate. But I never thought it’d actually happen. Not like this.”

You’re silent for a moment, trying to process it all. The colors, the implications, the fact that this person — this stranger — is suddenly supposed to mean everything to you. It’s overwhelming.

“I don’t even know you,” you whisper, voicing your fears. “How can we be soulmates if we don’t even know each other?”

Lando’s smile is small, almost shy. “I guess we’ll have to change that, won’t we?”

The words are simple, but they carry a weight that you’re not sure you’re ready to bear. But when he looks at you like that, with such sincerity, you find yourself nodding.

“Yeah,” you agree softly. “I guess we will.”

He takes a step closer, and this time, his hand does brush against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You feel it in every nerve, every inch of your being. It’s like the world has shifted on its axis, and you’re standing at the center of something much bigger than yourself.

“Can I ask you something?” Lando’s voice is quiet, almost tentative.

“Of course,” you reply, your voice just as soft.

“What’s your favorite color?”

The question catches you off guard. It’s such a simple thing, and yet, in this moment, it feels like the most important question in the world. You look around, taking in the colors that are now flooding your vision — the vibrant greens of the trees in the distance, the deep blues of the sky, the bright reds and yellows of the cars and team logos.

“I don’t know,” you admit, and the honesty of it feels right. “I’ve never had a favorite color before.”

Lando smiles, a real smile this time, and it’s like the sun breaking through the clouds. “Pretty sure I’m legally obligated to say mine’s papaya,” he laughs, and you notice it for the first time — the vibrant hue of his team’s colors, standing out against the grayscale world you’ve known until now. “I think you’ll like it.”

You smile back at him, feeling the connection between you deepening with every passing second. It’s terrifying, and exhilarating, and everything in between.

“I think I might,” you say, and the words are full of a promise that you’re not sure you fully understand yet, but that feels right nonetheless.

For a moment, the world falls away, and it’s just the two of you, standing there in a kaleidoscope of color that’s bursting into life all around you. The roar of the engines, the clamor of the crowd — it all fades into the background as you look at each other, truly seeing each other for the first time.

“So … what happens now?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lando’s hand tightens around yours, and there’s a steadiness in his gaze that grounds you. “We take it one step at a time,” he says. “We get to know each other. And we see where this goes.”

The simplicity of his words is comforting. There’s no grand declaration, no rush to figure everything out. Just a promise to take things as they come, to let whatever this is between you grow naturally, in its own time.

“I’d like that,” you say, and you mean it.

He grins, that boyish charm back in full force, and you can’t help but smile in return. “Good,” he says. “Because I think we’re going to be seeing a lot more of each other.”

There’s a warmth in his tone that makes your heart skip a beat, and for the first time since this whole whirlwind began, you find yourself excited about the future — about the possibility of what’s to come.

“Yeah,” you reply, your smile widening. “I think we are.”

And as you stand there, hand-in-hand with Lando Norris, surrounded by the vibrant colors of a world that’s finally come to life, you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this is where you were always meant to be.

[theadrianadrian]

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[moonlight-records]

Skate to my heart | MV1 (SM & Blurb)

pairing: max verstappen x hockey player!reader (they/her)

summary: when hockey season overlaps with F1 season, there's bound to be sparks flying

warning: none!

wc: 934

a/n: Hockey presason is back baby! also all photos for y/n is from @/PWHL_NewYork ! Highly recommend watching PWHL & supporting these women!

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maxverstappen1 It was a tough race with tougher conditions but we maximised with p2 🏆 Now time for a much deserved break before coming back stronger 💪

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maxverstappen1 wonderful job ladies. a well deserve win 🏆👏

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user2953 HELLO???

user384 bring back hockey max!!!

landonorris so when did we start liking hockey, hm? 🤨

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After the team meeting and the media, you leave the stadium with your teammates to the bus. Spirits are high and the energy is buzzing between everyone. You’re laughing with your teammates and spy Max standing a little further off to the side in front of his car as he’s on his phone. You put your duffel bag into the compartment of the bus before excusing yourself. Your teammates boo and pout, asking where you were going and why you weren’t celebrating with them. You quickly explain you had a bet going on with an acquaintance. Your face flushes slightly when the girls see Max and start teasing and giving low whistles before you’re turning on your heel and heading to the Dutchman, gently flattening out your black dress.

“Hello there.”

Max glances up from his phone to study you before locking and pocketing his phone before he breaks into a small grin, “Hello. Congratulations on your win.”

“Thank you,” you give a small jokingly curtsy, “I had to make sure I was not picking up this bill.” You tease. “Ready to go? Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”

“I am,” he steps aside as he opens the passenger door for you, “also no you didn’t keep me waiting long at all.” He offers a hand, which you take and helps you into his car before he closes the door gently behind you. You settle into your seat and start talking to Max to fill the silence. It’s surprisingly a lot easier to get the Dutchman talk when he’s asking you questions about hockey. How long have you been playing? Did you start as a kid? Why did you want to play hockey? What did you do on your off days? What was training like? What are practices like? Could he come and watch a practice?

You happily answered all the them on your way to the bar, the two of you going back and forth with a question and answer. You two end up in a booth in the corner at the bar with your drinks chatting and talking with laughter and banter between the two of you.

The night flies by and before you know it you’re back in Max’s hotel room. It’s not like it was the endgame but it was 2am and his hotel was closer than the team’s hotel. You texted your roommate before Max is passing you some of his clothes and you take a shower. You come out laughing because Max’s sweatpants are too big for you and you have to hold them up while waddling over to Max, who’s on his bed who is also laughing. He trades you the sweats for a pair of shorts and takes the sweatpants. You settle into the other side of the bed and the two of you continue to chat until somehow you both fall asleep.

Waking up the next morning, Max is already finishing getting dressed. He asks if you want to go back to your hotel and change before joining him for breakfast and you sleepily agree before you get out of bed. Somehow, you manage to direct Max to the hotel in your sleepy haze before the two of you are back in your room and you change. The two of you then go out to a little cafe for breakfast.

Then the mall.

Then lunch.

You joke that this feels more like a date.

Max states that maybe he wanted it to be a date.

You stare at him in a bit of a shock before smiling and accepting dinner as a date which Max just smirks slightly.

The date goes amazingly. Max picked some fancy restaurant but you didn’t care about that. You cared about being on a date with Max. How easy it was to talk to the Dutchman. How much of a nerd he was that the media never showed because he kept it tucked away. It was a different side to the driver that you were glad you got to see. 

After the date, you two went to get ice cream. You two finally exchange numbers before he drops you off at your hotel so you could pack for your flight. You don’t sleep, spending the night texting Max. 

You two schedule virtual dates in between your schedules. Your favorite is a virtual escape room that is Twilight themed. Max was so stressed trying to figure things out and you were laughing so hard that you almost pissed your pants but you two escaped with two minutes to spare. Max swore he would never do it again but he also needed to prove that he could do an escape room with more than five minutes to spare so it became your go to date and by the third, Max had been so frustrated with a puzzle (that he wanted to do on his own) that he blurted out ‘babe help me!’

You did but after you circled back to the comment, smiling and teasing him. You found his blush cute as he fumbled with his words before admitting since you two have been talking for so long and going on dates he wanted to ask you and had this whole thing planned but it just slipped out in the moment of his frustration. You laugh softly but smile and admit that you were going to ask him pretty soon if he didn’t and somehow him blurting that out felt somehow fitting. You two laugh but end the date on the biggest high ever.

You were dating Max fucking Verstappen.

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[pernillecfcw]

Starting off with a win 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

[eccentricallygothic]

| Champagne Showers |

How you welcome Pedri home after a win… 

Warning(s): Boob play, champagne play, d/s overtones, groping, unprotected p-in-v, dick riding, dirty talk, biting, nipple play, choking. MDNI. 

. . . 

Of course, you cannot attend all of Pedri's games.

So you have your own way of making it up to him when you can't due to whatever obligation that hindered you in doing so.

The apartment is quiet and dimly lit when he enters it with his bag in one hand as he locks the door with the other. He is so tired at this time that though he faintly remembers what happens at home -like it doesn't anyways- when you can't come to the stadium, his body is cold and hunched as he spins on his heels before taking his cap off. Pedri doesn't get to take a lot of steps before he is forced to a halt when his lowered eyes fall on your bare feet that stand a short distance away.

“Felicidades cariño” your voice is low as you congratulate him in Spanish, a soft get playful smirk on your lips as you twirl the champagne bottle in your hand, clad in nothing but one of his old jerseys. 

Pedri is too tired, cold, outside and impatient for the usual teasing in moments like these. 

An actual glug sounds from your boyfriend as the oxygen darts from his lungs upon you smoothly sliding the jersey off your body and away from your face, the action causing your hair to ruffle in what is to Pedri the most perfect way.

His belongings hit the floor at the same time as the only article of clothing you had on. Pedri's body sparks to life just like that. He leaps in your direction like a starved animal who will dance any way you want just so he can be allowed to feed. You softly snicker as you cup one side of his still flush face -that tries to squish itself into your now bare boobs with an exhausted desperation for any kind of proximity- with your free hand and teasingly click your tongue, walking him backwards to bring him to the living room at least because what you plan to do to him he cannot take while standing or kneeling in this condition.

Or so you think.

He grunts when he has to walk without being granted anymore than your hand framing one side of his face. 

“Patience, honey” you tease seductively and push the gasping, swallowing, grunting and mindless mess of a primal male onto the couch by a gentle nudge to his chest that usually doesn't give if his legs aren't worked like on game nights. “Now,” you step closer to him, your knees touching. “What's a celebration without champagne, am I right, babe?” 

“You—”

You softly shush him as you climb on his tired thighs and straddle them, using your free hand to push his shirt off. “Tonight is all about you, champ” you seal the reassurance with a warm and intimate kiss in which you let your tongue taste his bubblegum flavoured lips. Your fingertips graze his bare, slightly hairy chest and goosebumps rise on his skin as a result. Pedri hisses into the kiss and you feel his erection poke the underside of your mound. “Just let me take care of you, yeah?” You whisper once the two of you part. Your boyfriend is naturally a care giving person with dominant tendencies so usually it is him who looks after you but you figure that even he needs to be coddled sometimes.

Pedri just nods because he is too tired to speak but his darkened eyes watch you with an excited anticipation. You lower your hips against his and grind your crotches together with serpent-like motions of your hips that he cannot help but reach for and grope as he growls out rough curses in his mother tongue.

“Fuck, vida,” his gaze has resettled on your boobs and the only reason he hasn't acted on impulse yet is because he doesn't want to ruin whatever you have planned. “You're too good at this— oh!” So you treat him by curling a hand on the back of his head and pushing his face into your chest before wiggling the swells against his cheeks so they softly smack them. Pedri moans out loud at that and lifts his hips to meet yours that he digs his trimmed nails into and spreads your ass cheeks.

“So strong, cariño” you praise him as your own nails scratch his scalp and he moans again. “Oof, you're gonna bust my pucker if you keep kneading my ass like that” he only squeezes you harder at that and your grinding against him causes a velvet pleasure to seep up your sexes and into the pits of your stomachs simultaneously. 

“Good.” His growl nearly makes you succumb to his dominant energy that is present even with you on top of him. “Now give me that fuckin' champagne” you whimper at his blunt words and obediently start pouring, your hips churning at the thought of how you had foolishly thought that today would be the day you would dominate him only to have him direct you at your own game. 

You are just a little girl after all. 

His precious.

And just like that, in a matter of moments, Pedri has you writhing and quivering on his cock as you sheathe his cock within your tight, balmy walls each time your clammy petals clap into his heavy sack. He is a crazed beast as he laps away at your boobs, audibly slurping and glugging the champagne from off your swells that he has decorated with soft bites, one hand toying with your sensitive nubs to make your vagina blink around him with each twirl of his fingers whilst his other hand gives you a starting smack on your ass to make you pound yourself back on his cock each time all the pleasure in your chest begins to numb your brain. 

“Mm, doll, you make the champagne taste better” you throw your head back and moan as the movement of your hips causes for your sloshy cunt to make embarrassingly loud noises around his cock. It is like it's a competition between his mouth, your throat and where your sexes meet to see which one can make the more humiliating sound. “That's it, baby. Keeping fucking yourself pretty on my dick like a good girl.”

Pedri's dark hair sticks to his forehead from the sweat and the champagne that he instructs you to spill over your tits once more. A cry crackles out of your throat when he bites a bruising imprint of his teeth on purpose as his guiding hand makes your pussy slide so deep down his cock that you feel his tip graze against your innards but the feeling only makes you moan louder. His fat balls test the limits of your tiny entrance as they try to intrude each time your inside stretch to welcome his twitching cock once more. The male sucks, nibbles, pinches, pulls, spanks and even momentarily wraps his hand around your throat towards the end to give you that delicious burn in your lungs that always makes your pussy relax enough for his sack to help itself into your cavern, your position only aiding his intentions. Your boobs slap into his arms as he does so, the pace at which you are tossing yourself up and down his cock making your head spin while the lack of oxygen takes to faltering your vision with neon shapes.

Champagne flies all around the two of you but your boyfriend doesn't seem to care how the golden droplets sit on his thick hair or lashes because he is too busy suckling away at your nipples to dry them so he can have you supply him with more. And he is so focused upon doing so that he gasps into your skin from now allowing himself an interval to breathe. The grunts and wheezes only add to the vibrations against your skin which in turn tighten your sopping cunt around his choking cock even more.

Even when Pedri stuffs you full of his creamy climax long after you've already had yours and now uneasily whine and curl against him, he simply gets up with a protective arm around your back so he can take you to the bedroom for more.

He can do this for hours. 

Tired or not. 

MASTERLIST

. . .

I am so beyond tired but that has never stopped me before. This was supposed to be top!reader, idk what happened midway lmfao. Pedri's BDE ig. Real proud of my man rn though <3 

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Eiffel Tower Stadium is a temporary outdoor arena constructed in Paris’ Champ de Mars park for the Olympic beach volleyball and blind football events. With the Eiffel Tower soaring above, the stadium has become one of the most popular and photogenic venues of this year’s Olympics. Soon after the events conclude on August 11th, the 12,860-seat stadium will be dismantled, returning the Champ de Mars to its normal state.

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[sturniluvr]

FA cup champ

Mason Mount x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: some strong language, maybe some spelling mistakes, nothing other than that, lmk if I missed anything.

requested: yes/no

summary: Y/N surprises Mason at the FA cup final

A/N: shoutout to my fave mase acc on tumblr @mountttmase for convincing me to write this❤️enjoy everyone!🫶🏻

❗️semi proof-read❗️

Today was the day, May 25th, FA cup final, Manchester derby. Y/N was nervous to say the least, having grown up a Man United fan, knowing the boys were playing arguably one of the team's biggest rivals made those nerves worse. She wanted nothing more than her club to win, especially for her boyfriend of 3 years, Mason Mount. 

She was currently in the car with Mason’s family on the way to Wembley, next to the Y/H/C woman sat Summer, who was asleep in her car seat and on the other side of the sleeping girl was Jaz, Mase’s older sister and Lewis sat behind the three girls with a sleeping Mila next to him. Y/N felt a tap on her shoulder, she looked behind at Lewis. He leaned forward as much as the seat belt would allow him. 

“Does he know you’re coming?” The older man asked. She shook her head. 

“No, I told him I had to work, but I managed to convince my manager to let me have today off, thought it’d be a nice surprise.” She replied. He nodded his head in agreement and sat back in his seat. 

*little time skip*  

They had arrived at Wembley and Y/N had the job of waking summer up while Jaz quickly changed Mila’s nappy before they all headed into the stadium. 

“Sum, wake up sweetheart. We’re here.” She whispered softly to the little girl and summer stirred in her car seat. She opened her eyes and held her arms out to her auntie. Y/N picked her up out her car seat and rested the girl on her hip until she was more awake and wanted to walk. 

The adults had collectively agreed to get some food first before heading into the stadium since everyone was hungry and they were earlier than expected so they found a little restaurant up the road from the stadium and they made their way to the restaurant and had some delicious food. 

*around 2:30* 

After they finished their food, they made their way back to the stadium and headed up the stairs. As she walked up the stairs to the entrance of the stadium, all she wanted to do was go and wait for Mason to arrive but she had to stop herself so she didn’t ruin the surprise.  

“You excited to see uncle Masey?” Y/N asked summer who was holding her hand. She looked up and nodded enthusiastically with a smile on her face and a skip in her step knowing she was soon going to see her uncle. 

*time skip to kick off* 

She watched as the teams made their way out of the tunnel, she smiled at the sight of her childhood team, on the pitch ready to play and win the FA cup. Y/N and Lewis leaned forward in their seats as the whistle blew for kick off and watched intently. 

30th minute

She cheered with the United fans as Garnacho tapped the ball into the net, scoring the first goal of the match. She certainly started feeling more confident as she watched the reds play with all they could give. 

39th minute

She bit her nails as she watched Bruno beautifully pass to Kobbie and Mainoo kicked it into the back of the net, making the score 2-0 to United before half time, she shot up and cheered once again, feeling pride fill her body at how well her team was doing. 

90+2 minute

She clapped and smiled as Mase made his way onto the pitch being subbed on alongside Lindelof for McTominay and Garnacho. She was silently praying that city wouldn’t not score again and cause the match to go to extra time, she was too nervous for that. Next to the woman, she heard chants of ‘Masey’ coming from Summer. She smiled at the young girl and picked her up and rested her on her hips so that she had a slightly better view of the game. 

*time skip to full time*  

She let out a cheer with and gently jumped up and down with summer still on her hip. Man United had won the FA cup!! She was beaming with pride for Mase and her team, she was so proud of them all.  

She already had tears in her eyes from the sight of Mase lifting the trophy with the biggest grin on his face, reaching from ear to ear and his pearly whites on show, now she was crying even more seeing her team lift the trophy behind the FA cup winner banner and confetti and champagne covering them all head to toe. She physically couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. She put summer down and quickly wiped her eyes before they headed down to the pitch, she could finally see her boy and tell him just how proud she was.  

*on the pitch*  

The players had now spread out across the pitch heading to their respective families and friends. Her Y/E/C eyes landed on the love of her life, who she’d been dying to see all day. Before anyone could catch her, summer bolted towards her uncle Masey.  

“MASEY!” Summer screamed out as she ran towards him. He turned around and smiled at the sight of his niece, he opened his arms and picked her up and spun her around before sitting her on his hip. 

“Hey sweetheart, you okay?” Mason spoke softly to her. Summer nodded and smiled at him.  

Y/N stayed behind slightly to give Mason a moment with his family. She watched with a soft smile as Mason passed Summer over to Jaz so he could hug everyone else.

“There’s someone here darling.” Debbie whispered in his ear as she hugged him. The 25 year old looked around and his brown eyes locked with the Y/E/C he fell in love with 3 years ago. He made a beeline for his girl and wrapped his arms around Y/N’s torso and lifted her off the ground, she instantly wrapped her arms around his neck, placing kisses all over his face, the last one being his lips, he deepened the kiss ever so slightly and his hands made home on her hips. 

She looked up at him with a breathtaking smile, one that he immediately reciprocated. 

“I’m so fucking proud of you mase!” The woman exclaimed. He pulled her back in for another hug. One hand cupping the back of her head and the other resting on her back, he rested his head in the crook of her neck, planting sporadic kisses to her neck.  

“Thank you, baby. I’m so glad we won!” He replied, voice slightly watery with emotion. 

He lifted his head up to look at the love of his life and he smiled at her before placing a final kiss on his favourite pair of lips. It finally set in that his girl was here and not at work like she said she would be today. He looked down at Y/N and squeezed her waist slightly. 

“I thought you had work anyway cheeky. I thought your asshole of a manager wouldn’t give you the day off?” He spoke with a confused tone, Y/N let out a little laugh at the sight of her boyfriend looking like a confused puppy. 

“I managed to convince him to give me the day off, so I thought I’d surprise you.” she replied, smiling up at her winner. 

“Cheeky.” Mase chuckled, slapping her butt gently. “But thank you darling, it means the world to me for you to be here with my family” he added on, still smiling, his cheeks had started to hurt from all the smiling he’d done in the last hour. 

Interrupting their moment, Rasmus ran over to the couple, he gave Y/N a quick hug as the older woman congratulated him. 

“We gotta get going to the after party soon mase, you coming Y/N/N?” The younger man spoke with excitement in his voice.  

“Mase we gotta get to Monaco for the Grand Prix.” she spoke looking between the two footballers.  

“Love, the race isn’t until 3 we’ll be able to fly tomorrow morning and make it for the race.” Mason reassured the woman.  

“Come on Y/N let’s have a party!” Rasmus spoke in a sing song tone causing her to laugh at him. 

“What do you say baby?” Mase looked at the girl for confirmation, she threw her head back dramatically sighing.  

“Fuck it, why not.” She replied laughing as the boys cheered and wrapped their arms around her shoulders. 

“Jaz, Lew, you coming to the after party?” The siblings nodded almost immediately.  

“Mum? Dad? You coming?” Jaz looked between her parents. 

“No it’s okay, we’ll get the girls home and in bed, you kids go have fun!” Tony replied, smiling at the younger adults. Jaz passed summer to Debbie and Tony already had Mila in his arms, they left with the young girls, and the adults all made travel arrangements to get to the after party. Y/N, Lewis and Jaz got an uber and Mason and Rasmus made their way to the party on the team coach.  

They all danced the entire night. Y/N and Mason being slightly more conscious with drinking than Rasmus as they had to travel the next morning. They all laughed at Rasmus singing Abba. Y/N made a mental note to message the younger man in the morning to see how he was feeling knowing he’d he hungover.