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Surprise

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x mom!wife! Reader

Warnings: just fluff

Summary: Surprising Lewis with little Hamilton’s first time in the paddock.

Lewis and I met in Spain when we were on vacation.

I was on vacation from my job and he was on summer break and by some kind of miracle we met in a bar.

I was alone drinking while my friends were dancing, I was excited that we were going to go out until minutes before my ex-boyfriend had the courage to send me an invitation to his wedding with the woman he cheated on me with.

My mother had sent me a message warning me because the address he knew was the address of my parents' house.

So this let me down completely.

Not that I was still in love with that idiot, far from it, but the fact that he had the courage to invite me made me realize that I have spent three years of my life with that person who didn't even deserve one month of my time.

And that's when Lewis showed up, I guess the fact that he found a sad woman in a bar, drinking alone on a Friday night caught his attention.

That's when we started talking and I as a person completely uninterested in any kind of sport didn’t knew who he was, in fact I only found out months later that we were already talking.

He didn't hide who he was, in fact he told me both his name and what he did, but he didn't specify that he was a formula 1 driver and that he was one of the best ones that existed.

We exchanged numbers and talked for months until he was in England for a race and invited me to go, this was when I fell in love with the sport but also where I realized how much damage it would do to my life just to be seen with him.

People found my social medias which at the time were bombarded with horrible comments about me and my appearance and that it was impossible for him to be with a person like me.

It was then where I became terrified and distanced myself a bit from him because of this. After much insistence he managed to convince me to go out to dinner with him.

That same night he was honest with me, that if we decided to try to have a relationship unfortunately it would be like that, people hating me without even knowing me and telling lies about me.

In other circumstances I would have walked away because this life of being known was not for me, I liked being unknown to the public eye and that the amount of people who would judge me would be less than being the girlfriend of the most famous Formula One driver.

But I knew that if I didn't take the risk I would miss out on one of the best things that would happen in my life, and now I'm sure I would have regretted it.

Lewis and I have been together for 5 years now, and every day I realize how much in love with him I am.

The first years of our relationship were very hectic, the weeks away for races and events, the thousands of messages exchanged during the day and FaceTime calls at night, and those were also the most complicated years of the relationship.

It was like a test, a test to know if the relationship would survive the thousands of lies about betrayal from both parts, the manipulated photos to look like things that weren’t true, the nights of crying and tears for not knowing what to believe even though we were absolutely sure that everything was just a big lie.

I'm sure these years were essential for both of us to learn to trust each other.

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It was the weekend of the Silverstone GP and I had lied to Lewis that I couldn't go because I had a lot of work to do, but in fact here was Luke and I in the car heading to the track.

Lucas Hamilton was our 3 year old son. This would be his father's first race that he would be watching straight from the garage.

When we found out that I was pregnant, we agreed that above all, Luke would be preserved from the toxicity of the internet. His fans knew that he existed and also knew his name because when he was born we thought it was only fair that the fans knew about him from us and not from the paparazzi, but they had never seen more than a small body in the pictures we posted.

Lewis had already shown interest in taking the little one to watch him race but I still didn't feel comfortable about showing him to the world, but I knew how much he wanted me to go this weekend and I also knew how upset he was that I couldn't go.

So nothing better than to surprise him with our presence plus Luke's first time.

Toto had helped me with the plan, sent me the paddock passes and let the security guards know that I would be here.

I got out of the car, I put the paddock passes on mine and Luke’s neck and carefully pulled him out of the car.

"Where's daddy?" He asks as soon as I lock the car and we start walking towards the paddock.

"We're going to go see him now okay?" He agrees and takes my hand again as soon as we enter the paddock

As soon as they recognized me the cameras all turned to me and with Lewis Hamilton's faceless son along it was as if the photographers multiplied.

As we were getting close to the garage, Lewis was coming out of it with Roscoe along with him and as soon as Luke saw him he let go of my hand and came out screaming.

"Daddy." Lewis recognized that little voice on and he opened the most beautiful smile as soon as he saw his son running up to him, even Roscoe started barking.

"Hey buddy." He bent down and picked him up on his hip. "What are you doing here?"

"Me and mommy came to see you." He says excitedly and soon he sees me. "I missed you daddy."

"I missed you too buddy." Just then the three of them come toward me. "You said you were going to work."

"I lied, I wanted to surprise you."

"You sure surprised me." He gives me a kiss.

"It's bad to lie mommy."

"It really is, isn’t." Lewis says in a teasing tone. "We're going to have to ground Mommy."

"That's right."

"Are you taking your father's side?" He agrees.

Luke was definitely a daddy's boy, besides being an exact copy of Lewis, even more now that he’s bigger, the only thing that’s the same as me is the eyes, Lewis has dark eyes and mine’s are green.

"Daddy can I sit in your car?"

"Of course you can, let’s ask uncle Toto to give you some gloves too, come on."

We pulled into the garage where Lewis put Luke into the car, after we were together for a while Lewis had to go because the race was going to start and when he won we ran to the front of the podium where as soon as he jump out of the car he came running over to where we were.

And I could have sworn that this race was the most special one for him.

Bonus scene!

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Y/nhamilton The best Weekend we had in a long time. Me and Luke had the best time here in Silverstone and there’s nothing better than an F1 race, specially when daddy win the race.

Thanks to everyone that came to support my husband, Lewis and our family really appreciate the love.

Tagged: @lewishamilton

LewisHamilton thanks for everything, you are the best mama and I’m so lucky to have you. Thanks for bringing our baby boy to the race.

Y/nhamilton we love you so much

Sebastianvettel so nice to see the two of you this weekend, beautiful family

Y/nhamilton thank you Seb, we have to plan a meeting with the kids

Yourmom miss you guys so much, the three of you have to come visit. He also looks a lot like Lewis.

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What Will Be Us (Final Pt. of "What Could've Been Us) Jude Bellingham x reader x Pedri

Synopsis: After your ex asks for a second chance, you are left to decide between your first love and the man who picked up the pieces.

Pairings: Jude Bellingham x reader x Pedri

Genre: Second chance and love triangle.

You groaned as you stare at your reflection. The dark circles were very obvious and there was no way makeup can hide them. After your little talk with Jude last night, you could barely sleep. It was obvious that his words impacted you and now you’re struggling to comprehend what to do.

You sighed and touched your lips, remembering the feelings that he brought when he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. He wasn’t saying goodbye; he was asking you for another chance, and the kiss was his way of showing sincerity. At the moment, you also kissed back because you’ve missed him, and all the pent-up emotions were surpassing again. But you definitely feel guilty or upset with yourself after hearing Pedri in the kitchen with your mom.

Like always, Pedri woke up early, and you heard him laugh downstairs with your mom as they made breakfast. Like right now, you can hear him telling your mom about the times he had to chase you because you rejected him. Pedri was an honest and trustworthy boyfriend; that’s why you took a chance with him, but he definitely did not deserve what you did. And you know that telling him would only break his heart and trust in you. It will be a huge risk to tell him, and you might lose him entirely, but you've learned that avoiding confrontation will only cause more damage.

Changing into sweats and a crop top, you go downstairs, and Pedri's laugh, mixed with your mothers' is only getting louder. Like he can sense your presence, Pedri immediately turns to you as you walk into the kitchen. "Hey babe," he says while pulling you into a hug. "Good morning," you greeted both him and your mom. Your mother smiles at you warmly before she goes back to slicing tomatoes. "Pedri was helping me make beans, and I'm shocked that he picked up pretty well," your mother says with a proud smile as she plates the tomatoes. "What can I say, Mrs. L/N? I got a great teacher," Pedri says, causing your mom to laugh. You chuckle and start putting plates and cups on the table. Pedri examines you carefully, and you're sure he knows something is up but wasn't going to question you this early in the morning.

"Yeah, Gavi can have a huge temper, but he's a good kid," Pedri explains as he grins through his cup of juice. Your dad laughs, and Pedri winks at you. Your parents had always liked Pedri, but you can tell they liked him even more. The fact that they let Pedri sleep over only assures that they trust him. Jude was never allowed to stay at your place over 9:30 because your parents did not trust two hormonal teenagers together, so you always had to sneak him in. Also, your mom and dad had walked in on you and Jude making out several times, so it was only right of them to set boundaries, but with Pedri, despite him being a young man at his prime, they still trust that he wouldn't be sneaking into your bedroom. "How is Gavi’s relationship going anyways?” Your mother asked. You and Pedri looked at one another and snickered, causing your parents to glare at you guys, confused and annoyed. “Sorry,” Pedri clears his throat. “Gavi has finally caught on that his long-time friend might like him.” Your dad nods with a smile as your mom shakes her head. “Gosh, you kids. When are you going, to be honest with your hearts?” Your smile immediately fell, and you went back to eating your breakfast.

After breakfast, your parents had to go to work, and you walked around your hometown, showing Gavi all your favorite places. Both of you were wearing a mask, but some locals recognized you and greeted you, whereas some recognized Pedri and asked for photos. The city grew in size, and shops were all remodeled or owned by a different owner, so you were saddened that your childhood had changed so much. “Are you going to show me your school?” Pedri asked as he playfully swung your intertwined hands. You smile and nod, excited to show your boyfriend the place with the most important memories. But unfortunately, they were all reminders of Jude. “You’re beautiful; you know that?” Pedri asked with a grin and planted a kiss on your knuckles. You blushed and got on your tiptoe, and pecked his lips. This causes him to grin harder, and you immediately look away after realizing you had just kissed your ex-boyfriend a couple of hours ago and now your current boyfriend. It was a complication you really didn’t want to deal with, but it was bound to happen soon.

“Woah, the field looks recently remodeled,” Pedri says while staring at your former high school soccer field. You glare at the big sign that says, Home of Jude Bellingham, and it is pretty obvious the area was dedicated to Jude. You also read in the telegram that Jude was the one that donated money to rebuild this place because it had a lot of special memories. “Is this where you spend most of your time?” Pedri asked while staring at the banner of Jude that hung proudly on the fence. You shift your gaze and stare at the goalpost. As Jude had mentioned, this place meant a lot to him, mainly because this was where you guys had done everything together. The first time he dedicated a goal to you was here, his confession was here, your first kiss was here, and this was the first time you guys also admitted to wanting to be each other’s first. The field was the heart of your relationship, and if it is left to rot, your love is broken, so Jude had to take the measure to fix it.

“This place meant everything to me,” you said and started walking to the goalpost so you could feel it. “This was where I spent most of my time; even studying was done here,” you chuckled. “Jude loves it here.” Your smile faded, and you paused when that slipped out of your mouth. Before the stroll, you’ve reminded yourself that this was probably awkward and uncomfortable for Pedri, but he wanted to learn about your past. But you don’t want to mention Jude because Pedri knows how much he affects you. “We never got to talk about how you feel after seeing him again,” Pedri says behind you. You remain silent and guide Pedri to the sideline bench to get a clearer view of the field. “Pedri, you knew how much the breakup affected me,” you said as you sat down. Pedri takes his place next to you and puts his hand in his jacket pocket. “You can always be honest with me,” he says in a calming voice that sends shivers down your spine.

“I’m not sure; I’m struggling to figure out my feelings. As I mentioned before, he and I went way back, and we left things unfinished, so when I saw him again, I was very nervous. Jude was everything to me at one point and seeing him accomplish his dream, I was very happy for him. I don’t think he’ll ever achieve as much success if he didn’t leave me, so I’m somewhat thankful that he did. Is it fair on my part? Absolutely not, but there are times in our life when we have to be selfish,” you said with a smile, and Pedri knew that you were referring to him taking his chances with you even though he knew you were trying to forget your ex. “As much as I hate him for the breakup, I knew I forgave him as soon as I saw him. And seeing him again makes me realize how thankful I am for his time in my life and how much I missed him.”

The wind blew across the field as you and Pedri stared at the cloudy sky and the freshly remodeled area. Bellingham’s last name and the number 22 were displayed in almost every eyesight. He had become a star and a town hero, and you can’t imagine how famous he would be in a few years. Pedri was definitely a foreigner who seemed lost as his eyes wandered his surroundings, and you appreciate how much he cared for you, but you knew where this was going, and it was bound to happen. “I know you went out last night,” Pedri says. For some reason, you didn’t flinch or feel slightly scared because you know Pedri, and you know he would never raise his voice or do anything to harm you. “I am in love with you, Y/N, and my heart has belonged to you since the first day I saw you. But I knew yours belonged to someone else, so I waited another day, another month, and another year. I was a selfish bastard for chasing you when you needed to heal, but I have no regrets. I was happy with you, but eventually, I knew I would have to step back when he finally showed up again. But I love you more than I fear losing you, and if that means I have to let you go, then I will in a heartbeat because that’s what you do for the person you love.”

You immediately broke down crying, hiding your face in your hand like the person he is; Pedri pulled you in for a hug even though he was the one in pain. “We have to do what we have to do, right?” He mumbles while soothing your heart. You nodded and cried even more in his heart. Out of all the possible options you could have taken, you ended up hurting the most innocent one, and the fact that he didn’t even shame you for sneaking out to Jude shows how much he cares for you. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Pedri. I never meant to hurt you,” you apologized while clinging to his jacket. You hear him softly yet painfully chuckle. “You’re only hurting me by hurting yourself, ángel; you did what your heart wanted, so don’t apologize.” Pedri lets you continue crying on his chest as he hugs you tightly, not wanting to let go.

“I have arranged a flight this morning; it leaves in a couple of hours,” he says while wiping the tears from your cheeks. You give him an apologetic nod, but he smiles through the pain. “You must figure out what you want and follow your heart, baby. But if by any chance in the future,” he mumbles before glancing away, wondering if he should say this, “by all means, if you ever find yourself thinking about me. I’ll be waiting and welcome you with open arms.”

You cried the rest of the afternoon, and you’re thankful that the house is empty because your parents would’ve sent you to the hospital due to the number of tears coming out of you. Pedri didn’t deserve this; no one deserves this, but you’re the cause of pain. Even though he seemed to be handling it well, you could see the tears that were surfacing, and you did not miss the tears that started pouring when he walked away. Even after your betrayal, he still cares and loves you and even forgives you, something you’ll probably never find again.

You look at the time on your clock, it reads 5 in the evening, and you slowly sit up. Your parents will be home soon, and you aren’t mentally prepared for their questions, so pull yourself together, and you prepare to go out for dinner.

Satisfied with the black sweatpants and hoodie, you fixed your face and walked to your favorite restaurant. It was pretty close by, and you’re glad because you were hungry and exhausted and needed energy. The walk felt like a workout, but you made it and pulled on the door to be greeted by a few strangers who paid no mind to the girl in sweats. “Take out, please,” you said as the hostess approached you. You can tell she was judging the way you look but asked for you to take a seat and wait anyway. “Feels like home,” you mumbled while closing your eyes. “Right,” someone responded, and you immediately jerked up and came face to face with Jude. He was also wearing a back hoodie and sweats, trying to disguise himself, but it wasn’t working. “What the hell, you’re going to get stormed,” you whisper while pulling on his hoodie’s drawstring so it can close his face. “Order the takeout for me, and we can eat it at the park, yeh?” He asked and shoved his card to you before he ran back outside. You groaned and went up to the judging hostess again.

Jude watches your miserable form as you slowly eat the sandwich on the bench. You know he was dying for questions but didn’t want to get yelled at. “Just say it,” you said, causing him to choke on his fries. “Sorry, you on your period?” He asked. You glared at him and shook your head, causing him to nod. “So what’s up then?” He asked. You stayed silent for a bit, just eating your sandwich, but after you were half done, you finally spoke again. “Pedri and I broke up because I realize I still have feelings for you.” This time Jude choked on his drink, but he was grinning. “Sorry,” he says sarcastically, “for Pedri.” You wanted to slap him, but you were too hungry for that. “So, what’s your plan?” Jude asked while eating his food happily. “You staying here?” You shrugged because you were not sure; your roommate would be so upset if she heard that you decided to stay. “Tomorrow, my flight leaves at 9:30 in the morning. Come with me,” Jude says. “What?” You asked, stunned by what he suggested. “Come with me to Dortmund; we can build a life together.” And that was the sentence you wanted to hear three years ago.

You couldn’t sleep all night again, but by morning, your luggage was packed and ready to leave for another destination. Your parents understood your decision and told you to follow your heart. Your dad was definitely disappointed but he hid it and your mom cried but was there to comfort you too.

Jude had texted you that he was going to the airport and asked if you wanted a ride, but you declined because there was still time to prepare. Taking this step is a massive part of your life, and you would never be able to go back to it, but it hasn’t one done. You didn’t go through all that for anything; you needed a fresh start.

“Don’t forget to text and call and visit,” your mother says as she breaks the hug. “I know, mom,” you reassure her, and your dad pats you on the shoulders. “Are you sure this is what you want, hun?” Your father asked. “I have never been more sure in my life,” you smiled. After saying your goodbyes to your parents, you start walking towards the line and looking around for Jude. He told you he was in disguise with some securities, but wouldn’t that draw more attention? He’s flying in a private plane; that alone already draws enough attention. “Y/N!” Someone calls out, and you glare at Jude, who is jogging towards you. He wore an all-black suit with sunglasses; so much for being in disguise.

“You want to be on the news so bad?” You asked sternly. Jude shrugs and points at his securities. “Eh, I’ll be fine,” He says causally. You rolled your eyes while he chuckled and pinched your cheeks. “Ready?” He asked, and your smile faded away. Jude notices it immediately, and he looks at your right hand, which is holding something. His smile fades away slowly as he processes what is happening. Neither of you moved or said anything as people walked past and announcers announced the time flights would leave. You squeeze the paper in your hand, which holds a destination different from Judes’

5 Months Later

“Yes, mom, work is going great,” you said while struggling to balance your bag and the stack of papers in your hands. “No, I haven’t yet. I’ll throw a housewarming party whenever you visit.” You tap your feet on the tile as your mother continues to speak. Your order was being made, and you would be late to work, but the coffee was worth the wait. Looking around the decent size coffee shop, you wonder if you should invest in it because the locals here love it. “Alright, love you bye,” you said.

After hanging up, you get a notification from Twitter about Jude’s contract ending. You completely broke communication with Jude five months ago, but he was everywhere, so you always hear about him. When you broke the news that you won’t be following him to Dortmund, he was hurt, but you knew you had to be selfish. Going back to him would be meaningless if you put so much effort into trying to forget about him. Also, you had to do what was right and start fresh instead of moving on from one guy to another. But this was the best decision you could ever make because you’re happy with a good job, a new house, and a neighborhood that you’ve become accustomed to. And you’re finally in control of your feelings again. “Y/N L/N!” The barista calls out, causing you to rush to the front.

“I’m going to be latteee,” you mutter while jogging down the sidewalk. People had pushed and cursed at you because you kept bumping into them, but you could care less right now. “I’m so sorry,” you kept apologizing, and you think you accidentally spilled some coffee on a guy. “Y/N?” Someone asked, and you froze because you recognized that accent very well. You turn around, and the sunlight hits your eyes, causing you to flinch a little, but when you regain your composure, your heart starts beating faster at the sight of the man before you. “Pedri,” you murmur, and he smiles at you. Gosh, that smile. “Hey,” he says and glances at the stack of paper in one of your hands and the coffee in another. Something unique and beautiful appears in his eyes after realizing that you aren’t a tourist but a local. “How are you? You look great,” he compliments while staring at your smile. You feel your cheeks warm at his presence and your body reacting familiarly. “Good. I moved here five months ago and am working around here. What about you?” You asked. Pedri laughs, causing a couple of people to pause and really look at him. “You’re in Barcelona, and you’re wondering why I’m here?” You embarrassedly looked away because it was a stupid question, but his presence was messing with your brain. “I didn’t think I’ll bump into you like this,” you said while looking around the crowd that was starting to form. “Me too; how come we didn’t know you were here?” Pedri asked, his face turning into a frown. You sighed and checked the time on your watch. “Because I wanted to start fresh and become confident with my life before I reach out to you guys. And besides, my former roommate and Gavi has been on vacation so I haven’t been able to talk to her either,” you said, “I knew you’ll understand.” Pedri smiles because that’s true; he always understands.

You look at the crowd, realizing that this is Pedri in the flesh and not just a look-alike; they are all staring at the two of you but keeping their distance. Your phone starts to ring, and you know it’s from work, but you don’t want to leave things like this. “Pedri, I-I,” you stuttered, struggling to say what you had to because you were so happy and flustered to see him. “Why did you choose Barcelona, Y/N?” Pedri asked. You stay silent for a bit, wondering what to say, but you say the most obvious. “Because of you.”

He smiles, and you do the same, heart and mind only thinking of the man before you. Pedri then opens his arms, and you chuckle because of how cheesy it looks. But with no hesitation, you put your coffee and paper on the floor along with your bag before you wrap your arms around his waist and him holding you tightly. “You can stop being selfish now Pedri because I am only yours.”

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istg Southgate won’t play Jude and Trent together because he thinks they’ll start making out on the pitch and ruin England’s reputation🙄

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jude bellingham playing in white >>>>>>

[sunny44]

We don’t like it

Pairing: Dad!Mason Mount x wife!reader

Warnings: nothing I guess

Summary: Where Mason’s wife and daughter didn’t like when he shaved his beard.

Today I decided to do something I didn’t do for a long e time.

Shave my beard.

I’ve always been proud of my beard, It was my personal signature and something he'd nurtured for years.

The thick, well-groomed facial hair had become an integral part of him. Yet, there was one recurring scenario that made me hesitate every time I think of shaving it off - my wife and daughter reaction.

So today as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, razor in my hand, I couldn't help but wonder how the girl’s would react to this. My wife, Y/n, was undoubtedly the most vocal critic.

She claimed that it made me look hot and super attractive so she obviously didn’t like when I shave.

As the shaving foam covered my beard, I remembered the countless times my wife had protest when she sees me without the beard.

My daughter also didn’t like me without it but it was annoying me so much that I could wait any longer to shave it off.

But I had been contemplating this change for a while now. I knew my wife and daughter would initially be surprised, maybe even upset. However, I also believed they would eventually adjust to me with a clean face.

With a deep breath, I began to shave. As the beard disappeared bit by bit, I caught glimpses of my face that I didn’t even remember how it looked since I was with this beard for months.

Once I finished, I examined my clean-shaven face in the mirror and It felt strange, almost as if I had lost a part of myself but it was also liberating in a way I hadn't anticipated.

When I walked into the living room, I was met with a mixed reaction.

My daughter chocked, not sure how to react to this sudden change in her dad's appearance. But my wife, on the other hand, looked surprised but then broke into a smile.

"Wow, you look so different!" she exclaimed.

My daughter Lily got out of my wife’s lap, after a moment of uncertainty she came running to me and I took her in my lap and she began to run her little hands over my face, feeling my face without the beard but with a look of curiosity.

“I don’t like it.” She says after taking of her hand of my face and my wife started laughing.

“What, why?”

“I just don’t like it daddy.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know.”

“And what about you babe?”

“Well I didn’t like it either.” She says coming towards us. “You look hot, don’t get me wrong but nothing looks better on you than the beard. And you look so young that people may think your under 18.”

“Oh come on, I don’t look that young.”

“Yes you do Mase, your face used to look like this when we met 7 years.”

“I don’t look like I have 18.”

“Yes you do and you know that.”

“I’ll remember not to shave next time since my two girls hate me.” I said being dramatic and Y/n laughs while my daughter looks scared.

“No, I don’t hate you daddy.” She’s says hugging me tight.

“I know you don’t baby and I love you for that.” I kissed her cheek.

“Well don’t shave it next time please.”

“Yes daddy.” Sebe agree with her mom.

“Okay girls I won’t.” I kissed my wife and we sat on the sofa to watch a movie.

Bonus scene!

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“My girls didn’t like me without the beard.”

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[hendolish]

it's Hallowe'en szn so: how about cute funny slice of life England nt costume party? preferably hendolish with side stonesford and trent x madders. either friends w/benefits, friends to lovers or established relationships dm! other pairings would be fun to read if you prefer tho

optional tropes for inspo: mistaken identity/masquerade, apple bobbing, pumpkins, face paint, black cat, someone getting scared by a spooky story or prank, dancing to Thriller, one or more of the lads having a sexy and feminine costume (like cat burglar, dark devil/angel, evil nurse, zombie princess etc)

hendolish, stonesford, trent x madders | halloween!👻🎃

The stately venue chosen for England's Halloween party gleams, each corner adorned with cobwebs and pumpkins, providing the perfect setting for a masquerade of unexpected proportions. Soft flickering candlelight casts eerie shadows on the walls, setting the mood just right for a night of thrills.

As players arrive, they're met with a throng of ghostly apparitions, wicked witches, and even a couple of mummies. Jude sports a playful face paint resembling a skeleton, the contrasting black and white highlighting his sharp jawline and perfect cheekbones.

Amongst the vibrant array of costumes, Jack and Madders perhaps stand out the most, oozing confidence in their rather audacious get-ups. Jack, dressed with devilish dark wings, and Madders, in an ethereal angelic ensemble, draw eyes and wolf-whistles alike. Their attire leaves little to the imagination, and while it’s bold, the two wear it with cheeky flair. Both Jordan and Trent certainly seem to appreciate the costumes, unable to refrain themselves from casting appreciative glances, a spark of playful mischief in their eyes.

Jordan, trying not to stare too much, nudges Trent, "They sure know how to put on a show, huh?" Trent, eyebrows raised, simply mutters, "I'll say."

John, side-by-side with Pickers as usual, makes a grand entrance dressed as a duo of pirates, complete with eye patches and a plastic parrot perched on Jordan’s shoulder.

"Who's the captain between you two?" asks a chuckling Kane.

John points at himself with conviction, “Obviously me,” to which Jordan rolls his eyes, "Dream on, mate. It's Captain Pickford to you."

The night is filled with laughter and playful banter, with pranks unfolding left and right. At one point, a ghost on strings descends from the ceiling, inciting a rather girlish scream from Bukayo, causing an eruption of laughter from the room. Dec, the prank's mastermind, chuckles heartily, clutching his sides and earning himself a playful shove from the younger.

As the DJ transitions to Michael Jackson's "Thriller," there's a collective cheer. Players, along with a slightly hesitant Gareth Southgate, gather on the dance floor. The choreography, somewhat haphazard with mixed levels of enthusiasm, is a sight to behold. Amidst the sea of dancing, Southgate’s attempt to nail the iconic moves ends in giggles and a few light-hearted jabs from the lads.

"Gareth, mate, stick to management!"

Amid the dancing and laughter, Jack and Jordan find a quiet corner. With Jack’s wings brushing lightly against Jordan’s chest, their fingers intertwine. The look they share is more intimate than their surroundings, filled with understanding and silent communication before they share a soft kiss.

The night draws to a close with a toast led by Southgate, dressed as a vampire sporting an England scarf for some reason. Glasses clink, and laughter fills the air. The bond among the players is evident, transcending football and resonating as genuine friendship. Through masks, costumes, and playful antics, the togetherness of the England squad shines brighter than any Halloween spectacle.

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