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[she-lives-in-her-dreams]

Swipe City: Part 4 Pre-Cursor

Disclaimer: This is fiction. I do not know any celebrity appearing in this story. It has been years since I have written anything; so, please be kind.  

Warnings: Mention of Age Gap (All parties are of legal age; OC is older), Female pronouns used (purely because I’m female and using some of my life experiences as inspiration.)  

@mllynne @breakablehcaven

“Soooooooooooo.” Christian cocks an eyebrow at Mason’s weirdness.

“Don’t give me that look, mate. You’ve been in your phone every time we take a break from FIFA.”  Mason replies with a stern look.

Christian sighs. Any time Mason gets an idea in his head, he becomes like a dog with a bone and will not let it go. In other words, there is no use in trying to lie to or distract Mason, because he will just dig harder to discover the truth. 

Not wanting to deal with more pestering, Christian goes straight for the truth. “I set up a profile on the app you showed me, and I’ve matched with someone. We are suppose to be going out on Wednesday.” Christian grumbles. He knows Mason and prepares himself for what he is fairly certain will follow next. 

“YEESSSSSSSS.” Mason yells. Christian cringes. Why couldn’t he have picked one of the other quiet ones to be best friends with? 

Mason’s yelling grabs the attention of the other guys causing Christian to sigh again– it’s about to no longer be his private life, but instead their private life. 

“What are you on about, Mase?” Jude asks.

   “Our resident American has got himself a date on Wednesday.”  Mason grins. “And it’s all thanks to my suggesting a dating app.” 

Kai looks at him curiously. “You actually followed one of Mount’s suggestions?” 

Mason glares at Kai while the others laugh. Christian relaxes a little and reminds himself these are his friends.  

As Mason and Kai bicker over who gives the worst suggestions, Reece approaches him. 

“So, a date.”    Christian blushes and nods. “Yeah, she seems nice so far.”   

“She know who you are?” Jude joins the conversation.

  “No, I kept my identity hidden when I made the account. We did exchange phone numbers, but we’ve only talked on the phone.” 

“You sure she isn’t crazy, mate? I mean she is going out with you and supposedly doesn’t know what you look like.”  Ben adds. 

Christian balks at the idea. What if Y/N does know who he is and is just lying? What if she figured out his identity based on the picture of his dog or something?

“Chilly, take that negativity out of here.” Reece defends. “I’m sure she is a nice person. Just go with your gut instinct.” 

“Ay, I want to see a picture!” Mason yells as he grabs Kai in a headlock.  Leave it to Mason to break the tension. 

Christian bashfully grins and pulls out his phone. He opens to Y/N’s dating profile and shows the guys as they crowd around him and the phone. 

“Damn. She’s beautiful.”  “Aww, she’s girl you with the nerdiness.” “Does she have any single friends?”  

The compliments keep coming until one causes a deadly silence. “34?”   Of course, it was Ben who notices the age. 

“Don’t you think that’s a bit old for you, mate? I mean you are young, successful, rich, and handsome. Why not go for someone closer to our ages who can go out and have a good time with us?” Ben questions.

Before Christian can think of a response, Mason speaks up. “I’ve been on dates with women that age and a little older. Those are the best ones, because they don’t typically act crazy and start posting everything on instagram when they figure out who I am. Usually, it’s a bit of a ‘oh, that’s cool.’ and we move onto a different subject. I think it’s a great idea, Chris.” 

Reece nods his agreement. Kai shrugs–he doesn’t know what it’s like to date that much older. Jude smiles supportively but awkwardly considering 34 is old enough to be his mother. 

“Besides, she could easily pass for 28.” Mason grins and claps Christian on the back. The group laughs as Christian bashfully shakes his head.

Ben smiles and says a little mental prayer that this doesn’t back fire on his dear friend–he doesn’t want to see Christian broken again like his last failed relationship.

[officialfics]

Heyyy , can you do a fic where gavi meets the reader through mutual friends and then happens an instant connection between them and they become really close friends and then when the friend group goes for a vacation together gavi confesses his love for the reader also (they all intentionally share bedrooms together excluding gavi and reader so they could share a room) Sorry for being TOO detailed😭😭💓

Yes!! Sorry this took so long, midterms. also please I love how detailed this is, it gives me more to work with.💓☁️

warning: sweet stuff, long fic, none ⚠️

words: 1,6k +

You were at a club with all your friends. it was one of your friends birthday so, the whole friend group went out to celebrate. You had all been out shopping for dresses leading up to the date. All of you had chosen different designs of black dresses. Yours was a slim fit that had a slit on the left leg.

With long arms that flared at your hands. You had also bought a glitter spray; it made the dresses shine at the club. You were all getting hammered tonight there was no doubt about it, so you had to walk to the club and probably take an uber back.

At the club the vibe was immaculate, indicating that it was going to be a good night. The colored lights throughout the whole club set the mood. The music rhythm and vibrations everything was on point. People and drinks were everywhere, everyone taking shots after shots. Your friends made you dance, and you didn't complain, everyone was on the dance floor at this point, letting the music take control over your bodies, after a while you all found a table that was large enough to host the whole friend group. The music was loud, so when some of your friends came up to you from the dance floor, it was hard to make up the words they were saying. Eventually you caught on, they had found the guys they usually hangout with at parties. They wanted to all hang together.

So of course, you went with. They all introduced you to the guys, when one caught your eye, Gavi was his name. his eyes were met with yours and you walked over. He was holding eye contact with constantly, which had you melting. There were butterflies in your stomach. God could he be anymore breathtaking, you thought.

He was cracking jokes all night. Touching you constantly, whispering in your ear because the music was too loud. Giving you goosebumps as his breath was so close to your ear. Leaning in when you had something to say, you could smell his cologne. It was like a drug; you couldn't get enough of him.

His POV

She's flawless, he thought. As soon as she went up to the group, she caught his eye. She had the best personality of people he had ever met. He was trying to seduce her the whole night, there was no way he was going back home tonight without making her fall for him. He didn't have an ideal type, never looking for something serious, now he was. This girl was the girl of his dreams. The way she presented herself and those siren eyes that didn't break eye contact.

He made sure to do everything possible to make her fold.

The two of them had an immediate connection, there was no going back now, they both found a charm in each other that made them fall instantly.

A couple of the girls were so hammered they thought it was time to head home. You of Course wanted to help, since you weren't as drunk. You got the girls an uber and headed home. Tonight, was for sure a sleepless night, so why not make it a selfcare night.

But Gavi was the only thing on your mind, you liked him he was a nice guy and you hoped that you had made a good first impression.You made yourself a green smoothie to sober up a bit, put on your favorite pajamas and tv show and laid in bed. Till you saw that the apartment needed a little tidy up. You went to get the jacket of the floor from the hallway of your apartment to hang it up in the closet, when something fell out of the pocket.

It was a paper note, with a number on it, you knew exactly who's it was. It was from Gavi, sneaky guy. You were happy, now you two could keep in touch. After you tidied up your flat. you got in bed again and was so eager to text him.

Let's just say you two hit it off, he wasted no time in replying to you that night. Now it has been a couple of weeks, Gavi had asked you to hang out on multiple occasions. You two had gotten extremely close, as friends. that's what you thought though. He hadn't asked you out, but you knew he liked you; his eyes told you everything there was to know. You did not mind, you respected that maybe he wanted to prioritise his carrier, even though deep down you wanted more. Or perhaps he wanted to take things slow. Whatever it was, you couldn't be bothered, his company was something special to you, including the movie nights, dinner nights, deep talks and the silence you two could maintain on the low days. You knew that he would have to surrender at some point. And you weren't going to let anything come between this relationship with him. He was your soulmate, and you would wait for him, for as long as it takes.

Little did you know it would happen in the next couple of days...

Gavi had invited the whole friend group over for a pizza and movie night. The group would exchange turns on hosting the pizza night once every month, and tonight was Gavi's turn.

You arrived first to help him out, but he didn't let you yet made you a coffee had you rest on the couch.

People started arriving shortly after, taking seats, pizza was served, and the movie was turned on. Till your B/f/n started talking about a trip to Italy. How all of you had saved up for a trip a while back to have some fun after all the exams were over. Everybody was into the idea and eventually you all bought the tickets. It was a couple of hours later they all headed home leaving you and Gavi at the apartment. You helped him clean up, and he wanted you to stay the night, but you wanted to head home to start packing since the trip was only in a few days. you could feel the adrenaline rushing through your body, you needed an escape from all the schoolwork during the year. Everyone felt the same. Gavi the most though, it was off season for him, so he was able to have some time to spend with his friends and family.

At the airport you all boarded the flight and got into your seats. Now this is where you stared to get suspicious of the incidents that were happening. You and Gavi were seated next to each other. Later the group was giving you looks and whistles every time you and Gavi talked to each other in the slightest. Even the hotel rooms. You had asked your friends how the rooms would be shared, and they all apologized and said they had all already paired up and you and Gavi were the only ones left, meaning you had to share rooms. Now what was going on, you thought.

Walking into the room a problem waiting for you to arrive, there was only one bed.

"Gavi" you said in anticipation

"I know" he spoke immediately knowing what you were thinking.

"Their getting out of control, I will sleep on the floor you take the bed" he demands.

But you weren't going to let that happen, he was shy, but obviously wanted you to be comfortable.

He made you feel safe and sleeping next to him would be more of a pleasure.

•••

It had been three days since you had arrived in Italy and things were going well, this morning you all had breakfast and wanted to head to the beach.

Gavi had been acting weird every time you made eye contact with him, he would make it longer and it made you feel some kind of way, everything happened so fast the next couple of hours.

Chilling at the beach on the sand, the sun hitting your eyes making you squint. Gavi came and asked if you wanted to go in the water with him. The wet sand was beneath your feet felt nice. You were about to start a conversation with Gavi when he shocked you, or did he?

"Y/N I like you" he spills his feeling out of the blue. Well for him, you didn't react. Only smiling at him the sight of the sun shining on your face making you look more beautiful than ever in his eyes.

"Took you long enough, you idiot" you giggled at his flabbergasted face.

"Was I that obvious?" his asked desperate for your answer.

"Gavi, I have liked you ever since that night at the bar, I was just waiting for you to be sure, I will always wait for you I want you to know that, and I want to be yours". You were about to ramble some more. When he steps closer and gently cubs your face with both of his hands and kisses you the most passionate kiss ever. You hummed into his lips, and he took it as a hint to hold you closer and kiss you deeper.

Whistles coming from your group of friends, shouting “finally”. "What kind of slow burn romance were you two on, because damn that took you long" they state indicating they all knew about your feeling for one another.

Walking up to them and seeing Gavi head to the boys as you scanned his face. The smile lines around his eyes and the look of accomplishment he had on his face, made you fall even harder, you loved this boy.

𝐖/𝐍: I’m sorry if this is bad;( I tried my best. Please reblog and give me your thoughts❤️

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Try Me Part 3/6

Summary - A six part series where reader is a very passionate football player and Ruben is her new and equally passionate football coach. However, the two of them can't seem to get along.

Enjoy!

Ruben led the team out of the summer cup group stage on top, with zero losses, collecting every single point avaliable. Entering the knock off stages he trained the team accordingly, making you work as if victory was inevitably yours. He kept his promise too. You were never benched for something irrational again, like your bad attitude towards him. Maybe because your attitude towards Ruben changed completely during the course of the summer. In fact, you found it hard to even look him in the eyes these days. At least without getting caught slipping. Your gaze usually faltered to the center of his tracksuit, imagining what lay beneath. A dinosaur, a dragon, a beast?

Whatever he called it, it had you biting the corner of your lip and holding your stomach to mend the gut wrenching feeling that followed your sinful thoughts.

"Y/N?"

Sarah, your teammate, had you snap out of your locker room fantasies.

"Huh?"

"Ruben wants you."

You had been avoiding one on one's with him for this exact reason, for the discomfort in your gut whenever he met your eye. What if he caught you staring? Staring at his...his...giant dinosaur."

"My what?"

Ruben stood waiting for you on the field, a fooball tucked underneath his arm.

"Huh?"

You hadn't noticed your feet carrying you out of the locker room and onto the pitch. One second you were there, the next you were standing before Ruben, who looked down on you with a crooked smile on his lips.

"You said something about my giant dinosaur?"

"No, I didn't." Instat heat warmed your cheeks.

"I know what I heard." He chuckled.

"Yes well..." You cleard your throat. "You did hear me say giant dinosaur, yes. But I wasn't talking about you."

"No?"

"Of course not. What I said was that giant dinosaurs are my favorite animals."

"Okay..." He frowned. "Good to know."

You rolled your eyes. "Sarah said you wanted me?"

"Yes, I did." He dropped the ball to the ground near his feet. "I thought we could practice some drills. I've told all the girls I have time for one on one's after every practice session and so far everyone has come to me for some kind of advice, everyone accept you."

"Oh."

Ruben eyes searched your face. The lump in your stomach returned.

"I thought I made it clear that you can come to me for anything. Our early clash this summer is past us, no?"

"Yes, absolutely. " You were quick to nod, a bit guilty that Ruben thought that you still held a grudge against him. " I just thought that...that maybe i didn't need it." You lied.

He frowned. "Well that's stupid."

"What did you call me?"

"I said it's stupid of you to think that you're beyond needing help. Everyone needs a little extra help sometimes."

"Well I don't." You hissed.

"Well I'm telling you that you do."

You were brought back by his resilience, your chest heaving up and down with the sudden fright it had given you.

"I'm sorry."  He ran a quick hand through his hair, collecting himself.  "I just think that you'd be better off with a few tips, that's all."

You nodded. "Okay."

"Okay?"

You let him lead you onto the pitch, stopping before the small goals that the team only used for training. Ruben separated you from one of them by position himself between it.

"Now, try and get past me." He passed you the ball.

"Easy." You chuckled.

Although you were quicker, Ruben's frame was  bigger, tremendously bigger.

"Fuck Ruben." His shoulder knocked against yours, tripping you to the ground. "What you do that for?"

He stretched out a hand, helping you back up.

"Because..." He said, dusting off your back. "I'm going to teach you how to properly get through a defender.

"Is that so?"

"Yes. Now come at me again. This time try and avoid coming too close."

"Fine."

You had another go, however the same thing happened, Ruben, tripping you to the ground, this time with a swipe of his feet.

"For fucksakes!"

You slapped away his helping hand, getting up from the ground yourself.

"Quit looking at your feet." He directed. "Your eyes are giving away where you're going to go. Look your opponent dead in the eye. That will throw them off."

"Okay, just give me a sec." You needed to catch a breath. "You know I'm a girl right? Not one of your mates frim the pub."

He chuckled. "I don't go to the pub. Now try again. "

You did what you were told, but this time it was personal. You dribbled the ball past his feet, all whilst keeping your distance. Just as Ruben was about to have a go at your legs you lifted your gaze, looking him dead in the eye. He smirked, you smirked and without his predicton you sent the ball between his feet and into the corner of the small goal.

"Yes!" You said, celebrating the goal with a set of cartwheels.

"You're a fast learner." Ruben stood with the ball tucked underneath his arm again, waiting for you to finish your celebrations.

"Thanks, I know."

He shook his head, hiding his satisfied smile.

"Shall we go again?"

"Nah, I think we're done for the day."

"Ahhh, what happened Ruben?" You teased. "Did my nutmeg twist your legs?"

"Actually, yes."

You frowned as Ruben looked to be limping, eventually setting himself down on the grass.

"Oh my god, Ruben!"

Quickly, you were by his side, checking on the leg he held pressed to the ground.

"It's my knee." He said,  through clenched teeth.

"Your knee injury, it's still bothering you?"

"Yeah." He groaned. "I guess I overestimated my abilities."

"Let me see."

He was brought back to rest on his elbows, allowing you to inspect his knee. It didn't look swollen or anything, but wrapping it up in a bandage would be the best thing to do. "We have some leg wraps in the locker room." You stood, offering Ruben your hand. He declined.

"I'm good here for now. Just got to catch my breath a little."

"It hurts that much?" You knelt down again, watching his eyes squint in pain.

"It will blow over." He grunted.

"Ruben, I'm so sorr..."

"It's not your fault." He waved. "I should have known that you wouldn't go easy on me."

Your smile was weak, a wave of guilt washing over you.

"Hey?" Ruben noticed this and went to pinch your cheek.

His sudden action made you flinch, but then you relaxed seeing him smiling up at you, a warm and handsome smile.

"Dinosaurs are reptiles you know?"

"Huh?"

You were so mesmerized by the color of his eyes, deep brown, that his question almost blew past you.

"Dinosaurs? Your favorite animals?" He said.

"Oh, right."

"Yeah, their actually reptiles." He said, perhaps to distract you from how guilty you felt about his leg. Either way it worked.

"Reptiles are animals, no?"

"No, reptiles are reptiles."

You shook your head. He was as stubborn as you, perhaps even more so.

"My favorite animals are dogs." He said. You like that he continued distracting you, even though you didn't ask him to. It was hard for you seeing him like this, seeing him hurt.

"Do you have any?" You moved your hand to rest on his thigh. It was warm underneath the palm of your hand.

"Two actually." His body shifted a little, but you never thought that it was because the position of your hand made him feel uncomfortable.

"They're in Portugal though, with my parents."

"Why did you leave?"

"My dogs?"

"No, Portugal."

"I told you. To keep my uncle company after the death of my aunt."

Somthing in the way he said it made you believe that this wasn't all there was to it, however, if he wanted to tell you he would have.

"You know you're very talented, Y/N."

"Thanks." You muttered, heart pounding in your chest.

"Any club in the country would be glad to have you."

"You think so?"

"My uncles says your situation at home is limiting you though. He says you wouldn't leave your little sister behind."

"Not when she still needs me, no." You drew a quick breath to mend the sudden irritation of your eyes.

Ruben held your gaze, unsure of who he had sitting before him. "Your sister..." He said, drawing out the sentance with a quick wipe of his mouth. "She'll always need you, you know?"

You felt it, how his thumb stroked the top of your hand. It had gone unnoticed, how his hand had krept closer to yours that still rested on his thigh. Now however, you felt it, his touch.

"Your football career on the other had, won't be up for grabs forever. "

"What are you saying, that I should bale on my sister, move to London and play for a team like Chelsea?"

He shrugged.

You frowned. "Then you don't know the first thing about me."

You stood, pulling your hand away from his thigh. Ruben still watched you from where he lay on the ground. You sighed, stretching out a hand to help him to his feet. He leaned on you for support, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. The smell of him invaded your nostrils. He smelled of grass and aftershave. A warm smell, a homily smell.

You walked across the pitch together, his hip attached to your hip. And for the first time in his presences, since receiving the explicit picture of his dinasaur, you didn’t think about the size of it, or how the thought of it made you feel. Instead you thought about the man attached to it and how he made you feel. Ruben made you feel good. Ruben made you feel safe.

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[daydreamingleclerc]

calm within the storm - mason mount

in which, you and mason spend your sunday in bed waiting for the storm to pass.

warnings: soft!bf mason, oral (f), unprotected sex, breeding kink, cockwarming, swearing. i think that’s it. hasn’t been proofread. 

requests are closed.

“i made you a cup of tea.” 

mason’s voice was soft beside your cheek when you fluttered your eyes open, the short hairs on his beard brushing up ever so delicately against your skin while his fingers traced shapes on your forearm. 

“thanks,” you murmured, bringing a hand up to brush the long hair from his face as it dangled over his eyebrows, earning a hum from him. “i like your hair like this.” 

“i know you do,” he responded, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist, “it’s late but i decided to let you sleep, considering you were tossing and turning all night.” 

as if to punctuate his words, a loud thrash of wind whirled around outside mason’s bedroom window, and the wooden panels of his fences - despite their thickness and strength - shook loudly and tirelessly in it. you sighed, burying yourself further into his side, until he fell back against the pillows, both of you giggling as his arms wrapped around you further. 

“do you have to go training today?”

“nope, it’s been cancelled ‘cause there’s no power,” you heard the smile in his voice before you saw it on his face, and you watched as he absentmindedly watched the TV on the bedroom wall with a growing smile, “which means i get to stay in bed with you all day.” 

he rolled himself on top of you, his fingers found your ribcage over the shirt you wore, dancing over the skin as he tickled you relentlessly. one of his knees was in between your legs and you writhed and wriggled around underneath him as his fingers continued their tickling, your giggles getting louder and louder with every inch higher his fingers got to your armpits. 

“ma-ason, mason! s-stop!” you fought out between laughter, the joy he got from the situation radiating over you and bringing you both a big, sleepy serotonin boost. 

he leaned down, his hair falling all over his face as he puckered his lips against yours, kissing you tenderly and juxtaposing the terror going on outside his bedroom window. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down closer and reveling in the warmth of his bare skin against your fingertips, mesmerised by how he was still so warm even in the coldest of weather. 

his fingertips hooked underneath your t-shirt, pushing it up your body until he stopped, just short of your boobs. he kissed down your stomach, his lips peppering against your cold skin even under the duvet, until he found the spot he’d been waiting for. he pressed a soft kiss against your clit, making you shiver. 

your hands immediately gravitated to his hair, massaging his scalp as his lips massaged your clit, pursing around the bud and elicting a soft moan to tumble from your mouth. “fuck, mason,” you whimpered, “i love it when you do this.” 

he hummed against your clit, looking up at you through his eyelashes, knowing full well it was one of the things that sent you into overdrive. “i know, baby,” he cooed, pulling off of your clit with a pop and bringing a finger to circle around your slit, “just let me take your mind off of the storm.” 

his lips attached to your clit once more as he pushed his index finger inside of you, curling it almost instanty and groaning at the warmth of your wetness. the feeling of his beard against your inner thighs was a feeling you weren’t sure you’d ever get used to, but one you enjoyed. spit sat on the tip of his tongue as he pulled off of you, and you watched with eager eyes as it trickled down and landed on your pussy. 

“mason please,” you whimpered, back arching to meet his mouth, “please i need you.” 

he hummed, lips pressing against your inner thighs while his fingers worked inside of you, “seeing as you asked me so nicely,” he pulled his fingers out from you and held them in your mouth, a low groan forming in the back of his throat at the sight, “can you lay on your side for me, princess?” 

you nodded, pressing one last kiss to his lips and doing as he asked, rolling over onto your side and pulling up your t-shirt so it bunched around your collarbones. mason dropped to your side, one arm tucking itself under your neck whilst the other tugged his boxers down his legs. 

he hooked his hand underneath your leg so he could get easier access on the angle, and when he pushed himself inside of you, you both moaned out in sync. your warmth encapsulated him and he struggled to hold back his noise as he pulled out, letting out a soft and broken moan as he pushed back inside of you. 

“fuck, Y/N, so tight for me,” he breathed, his hot breath sending goosebumps across the back of your neck. “let me hear you, baby.” 

you let out a long, drawn out whimper, one you’d been holding in and he hummed against your skin, his lips coming to press wet, hot kisses against it. “that’s it, baby, let it all out.” 

the movement of his hips rocking back and forth, paired with his dick slipping deeper and deeper inside of your pussy with every thrust and the stimulation he was giving you before meant your orgasm was creeping up quicker than you anticipated. “m-mason, you’re so..” you trailed off of your sentence, too caught up in the feeling of his soft kisses on your neck to focus on what you were saying. 

he dropped his head, forehead falling against your shoulder as he watched himself slipping in and out of you, and with every drag of his hips he could feel you clenching around his cock, and it made his mind go numb. 

“are you close, baby?” he cooed, lips hot against your clothed shoulderblades, “can feel you clenching around me.” 

“mhm.” you nodded, feeling an ache between your thighs at the angle of your leg. you tugged mason’s hand away and re-shifted, bending your legs at the knee and letting mason get better access that way. his free hand found your boob, forefinger running over your nipple as they bounced in time with his rhythm. 

your orgasm hit, leaving you moanng mason’s name breathlessly as you threw your head back onto his shoulder and gripped at the edge of the matress with your other hand, pushing yourself back to meet his thrusts so you could ride it out fully. 

mason’s hips began to fall out of rhythm, and with every clench of your pussy he struggled to fight off his orgasm further. 

“don’t pull out.” you mumbled through a whimper, your fingers brushing delicately over your clit in order to push the pleasure further. 

“huh?” 

“don’t pull out, mason,” you whimpered, craning your neck back to look at him as best you could in your position, “please.”

within seconds, mason’s hips stilled, your name tumbling from his lips over and over again as he came inside of you, warming your insides in a way you couldn’t ever describe. the two of you lay there in complete content, with the ocassional buck of mason’s hips against you in order to push his seed into your further, and every time it made you whimper. 

“your tea’s gone cold,” mason mumbled against your skin, his eyelashes fluttering against the curve of your neck. 

“just means you’ll have to make me another one,” you smiled. mason shifted, as if getting ready to move but you wrapped your hand on his forearm, “don’t leave, not yet. just want to feel you for a little bit longer.” 

he sensed the sleepiness in your voice before you did, and settled himself back down at your side, dick still inside of you. his fingers found the hem of your shirt and tugged it back down over your boobs, and he admired you as you brought the duvet up to your neck. a loud smack of rain hit the patio and he squeezed you tighter against him. 

“don’t worry, my love,” he pressed a kiss to your temple, “i’m not going anywhere.”  

[she-lives-in-her-dreams]

Swipe City: Part 3 Chatting

Disclaimer: This is fiction. I do not know any celebrity appearing in this story. It has been years since I have written anything; so, please be kind.

Warnings: Mention of Age Gap (All parties are of legal age; OC is older), Female pronouns used (purely because I’m female and using some of my life experiences as inspiration.)

           After finishing their lunch and confirming a boys’ night at Reece’s, the group splits up. Christian quickly makes his way home wanting to be in the privacy of his own place before opening the message. 

          He settles onto his couch and takes a deep breath. He has no idea why he is acting this way over a girl –woman— he doesn’t know and has never spoken to. Christian tries to center his energy into calmness as he enters his phone’s password and clicks on the message notification.

Y/N: Hey, Chris. Too funny meeting another American on here. Glad to know that you think my low-key hobbies are something we have in common. :) I might let the lack of dog having slide if you happen to be good with dogs in general. :D 

Christian laughs at the response. Apparently the beautiful woman is just as low-key and silly as he is. 

Chris: Good to know! I am VERY GOOD with animals. Back in the States, my family had a dog and I’ll have you know, I was his FAVORITE person!   

Y/N: What type of dog? Do you have pictures of him!?!?!  🐕

Christian laughs at the quick response and quickly sorts through his phone looking for a picture of Timone that wouldn’t give away his identity. Finally, he finds one of Timone sleeping. He crops the photo to remove the family pictures in the background and sends it to Y/N.

Y/N: He is adorable! How old is he?

Christian laughs again. The woman doesn’t seem to care about his job or what he looks like–she just wants pictures of his dog. 

Christian grins mischievously as he write his reply. 

Chris: He is around 7 years old. What about you? Do you have a dog for bonus points?  

Y/N:  Picture

Y/N: I guess I am earning all the bonus points considering my boy is the cutest damn dog ever. His name is Charlie, and he is 13 years old. I went through a lot with immigration to get him here, but it was so worth it. 

Chris: Charlie is a handsome boy. I guess you are winning in the points category!  😜

As the two continue chatting, Christian finds that the conversation flows easily as it moves from dogs to movies to books to cooking. He notes curiously that not once do either bring up why they moved to London or work.  Eventually Christian looks up at the clock and realizes they have been chatting for 2 hours–he never texts with anyone that long, not even his mother.  He has good feeling about Y/N and decides to make a bold move.

Chris: So, I know we just matched today, but I am really enjoying talking to you. Would you be interested in meeting this week? 

Y/N: I have enjoyed talking to you as well. I would love to meet up this week, but I have one slightly awkward request. 

Christian glances at the message. A request? Does she want to video chat? Is she going to ask him how much money he makes? He tries to push down the panic. 

Chris: What’s that? 

Y/N: Do you mind if we exchange numbers and talk on the phone a bit? I’d like to at least have an idea of what you sound like– I mean you could be 60 years old or 12 years old, and I wouldn’t know. 

Christian breathes a sigh of relief. 

Chris: I didn’t know 60 year olds or 12 year olds could be smooth like me. 

Y/N:  🤨   I don’t know that “smooth” is the correct word for you. 

Chris: Ouch! I’m very smooth! LOL  And absolutely to your request. I mean you could be a 61 year old or an 11 year old.   

Y/N:   🙄 Good thing I’m not. Here is my number 555-555-5554. I use WhatsApp here in London. 

Christian rapidly opens his WhatsApp and creates a new account to ensure his identity remains hidden then adds Y/N information into his contacts. 

Deciding to jump right in, Christian messages her on WhatsApp. 

Christian: Hey, it’s Chris from the dating app. How are you?

Y/N: Hi, Chris. I’m still good like I was when I was messaging you 3 minutes ago. 😂

Christian blushes and tries to think of something witty to say but nothing comes to mind. His phone buzzes with another message.

Y/N: I need to leave in about 15 minutes to run errands but would you want to talk for a few minutes now? 

Christian grins but doesn’t reply; instead choosing to click on the voicecall feature.  A feminine voice answers. 

“Hey stranger.” 

Christian laughs then replies “Hey, Y/N. How’s your day?” before smacking himself in the face. There was that question again.

Y/N’s laughter chimes through the phone. “And you think you are smooth. But it’s going good. How is yours?”

Well, at least she didn’t hang up on me. Christian thinks.  “Pretty good now that I get to hear your beautiful voice.” 

“Okay, okay, Romeo. That was pretty smooth.”  

The two chat for a bit deciding to arrange a lunch date for two days from now. Christian isn’t sure of himself or Y/N’s expectations but decides to put himself out there. 

“Now that we have agreed on a day and time. I’ll plan the date, if that’s okay with you?”  Christian says softly. 

Y/N’s silence makes him think he has made the wrong choice. They both start to speak at the same time, but Christian tells her to continue.  

 “That would be great, actually. Sorry, I was just a little surprised given your age that you would think to plan the date.” Y/N breathes out. 

Christian grins. HE surprised her and she seemed to enjoy it. “Well, my mother would probably beat my ass if I told her I asked a pretty woman out and didn’t put effort into planning something.” 

The both laugh at his comment. Though it’s only been a few minutes of talking, Christian feels like regardless of if she ends up being someone he dates or not, they could be great friends. 

“I have to go, unfortunately. I need to get this stuff done. If you are up for it, we can talk later.” Y/N tells him.

“Sounds great. Be careful out there. The weather is suppose to suck later.” Christian responds

 Y/N confirms she knows about the impending rain and that she will have her rain jacket. They bid their goodbyes and hang up. 

Christian happily flops back on his couch. Today is going to be a good day.

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Swipe City: Part 2 The Swiping

Disclaimer: This is fiction. I do not know celebrities in this piece. I’ve only recently discovered Christian and the others; so, my depiction of their personalities may be even further from the persona they show to the public. Also, I’ve only started writing again recently after many years away; so, please be kind. :)  

Please do not post to other platforms or translate. Though this is a short fiction, it is still my baby. 

 Warning: Age Gap (Everyone is of legal age.), Introvert Awkwardness. 

                  It’s noon by the time Christian is awake and moving around. Without training and practice, Christian wanders around his flat doing random small chores before settling on the couch with his phone, a book, and a bottle of water.  

                As the characters in his book progress into flirting with each other, Christian’s mind wanders back to the dating app. He tries to refocus on his book–he had already decided when he opened the app that he would let the likes come to him– but his focus is gone for the moment. Christian picks up his phone and opens the dating app.  There are a few likes from  women in his age range looking for a “good time” which causes him to grumble–he put “monogamy, committed relationship” on his profile for a reason. To be fair though, the lack of pictures on his profile definitely looks like he is trying to hide cheating from his significant other given that no one knows the real reason behind the strange lack of pictures.  

             Christian mindlessly scrolls through the options for a bit before finding a profile that garners more than a passing glance. The woman staring back in the photo is beautiful in a natural way. Her eyes shine a gentleness and her smile seems unforced as she hugs the dog in the photo. There is something about this profile that makes Christian look further. 

        Name: Y/N        Lives: West London    Occupation: Corporate Trainer        Age: 34   Looking For: Monogamy, Committed Relationship        Kids: Doesn’t Have, Wants Kids    Religion: Christian   Smokes: Never                         Drinks: Occasionally     Born: United States                        Introduction: Hello, everyone. I’m Y/N.  I was born in the United States but moved to London fairly recently.  I like low-key things like bookstores, wine tastings, cooking at home, and hanging out with animals. Bonus points if you have a dog. 

            Christian considers for a moment his previous decision not to like any profiles first. Something in him–Christian believes a nudge from God– tells him to like the profile and send a message. The feeling is strong enough that he does not hesitate. Christian clicks the “like” button and types a message. 

                 Message:  Hi, Y/N/. I’m Chris. It’s nice to “meet” you here. I’m also an American living in London though I’ve been here for several years.  Seems like we have a lot in common especially the dog part–unfortunately, I won’t earn any bonus points since I don’t have a dog. :(    Have a great day! Hope to hear from you soon. 

          As soon as he clicks ‘send’ on the like and message combination, Christian feels lame. ‘I won’t earn any bonus points since I don’t have a dog’. He feels like a little boy with no experience instead of a grown man. Christian sighs again. There is no taking back the message now. 

            In an attempt not to obsess over how awkward he sounds in the message, Christian takes a sip of his water and forces himself to refocus on the book.  After about 20 minutes, Christian’s focus is once again disturbed –this time by the chime of his phone.  He quickly snatches the phone off the coffee table to see if it’s the app, but he feels disappointment course through him as he realizes it is a message from Mason asking if he wants to join Ben, Reece, Kai, Jude, and him for a quick lunch at their usual spot. Though it’s not the reason he was hoping for a chiming of his phone, Christian feels some relief at the thought of leaving his house and quickly replies his agreement. 

          Sitting in their usual booth with their usual order of food and drinks, Christian feels somewhat normal. Though he is out with an injury, he feels like he is still part of the team and a part of this group of friends that is his family away from his family.  Christian’s brain continues to think about how grateful he is for his team until Reece’s quiet voice breaks his mental barrier. 

 “Sorry. What?” Christian asks coming back to the conversation. 

  Reece, always the observant one, cocks an eyebrow. “What’s got you lost in thought, mate?” 

“I was just thinking about how much I miss being on the pitch with you boys.” Christian sighs out. 

“You’ll be back in no time, Chris. You have to focus on recovery right now.” Ben responds warmly even though he knows that his words will have no influence as being out with injury frustrates and depresses them all. 

               Recognizing the conversation might refocus Christian on the negative, Reece shifts the conversation back to his original question. “I asked if you would be up for a game night at mine tomorrow. I was thinking we could do a bit of a boys’ night since I feel like we have rarely seen each other outside training recently.” 

               As Christian starts to confirm, he feels his phone vibrate. A quick look at the screen shows 1 new notification from the dating app: Message from Y/N which cause Christian to nearly drop his phone as he stutters out his confirmation for the boys’ night.

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Reblogging since the orginal post was blocked.

Swipe City

Disclaimer: This is fiction. I do not know any celebrity appearing in this story. It has been years since I have written anything; so, please be kind. Also, I have no idea how to make any type of masterlist or hyperlink additional chapters on here; so, if you do happen to know, please let me know. :) 

Warnings: Mention of Age Gap (All parties are of legal age; OC is older), Female pronouns used (purely because I’m female and using some of my life experiences as inspiration.) 

             The silence of flat in mid-January London is bothersome. Usually, this type of silence is like a warm hug away from the chaos of his lifestyle, but tonight, Christian Pulisic wants nothing more than to hear the patter of another’s feet coming toward the couch with some coffee and a gentle cuddle.  

             It’s been a long week of doctor’s appointments and meetings with the Chelsea staff to determine the plan in caring for his injury. He knows he should be happy that ‘at least two months’ is not replaced by ‘career ending’, but right now, he wants someone special to hug him and tell him that even if it was ‘career ending’, he would still be important.  His family has conveyed this to him from an ocean away, but his desire is for  the support that can only be given by someone who has chosen to love you rather than having to love you. 

With a sigh, Christian opens the app Mason had suggested last week. 

 ‘A dating app.’ He thinks begrudgingly. As a busy man and an introvert, he knows this is his best shot in meeting someone to commit to, but God, does he hate the damn thing. Christian hates the idea that he can’t  meet someone at school like his parents or through friends like Reece had.  He knows it’s in part due to his high-profile job and in part due to his personality –can’t meet someone if you don’t particularly like leaving the house. 

       With yet another sigh, Christian begins completing the profile. 

              Name: Chris      Lives: West London    Occupation: Personal Trainer                          Age: 25            Looking For: Monogamy, Committed Relationship                        Kids: Doesn’t Have, Wants Kids         Religion: Christian                                 Smokes: Never     Drinks: Occasionally     Born: United States                    Introduction: Hi, I’m Chris. I moved to London from the U.S for work.  I’m interested in meeting someone who shares my belief in family first. I like reading, animals, and quiet nights in. 

   Near the end of the profile, a question catches his eye. The app wants him to indicate an age range for his potential matches. Christian hesitates. He doesn’t think dating younger is a good idea after his last relationship turned sour from the discovery that she just wanted his money to party and shop. Christian considers for a moment the issues with dating older. They could have kids, but hey, he loves kids and eventually wants them. He knows that they could be more mature than him and he might seem childish to them, but maybe dating an older woman could help him learn something about himself. Besides, Mason has already told him that his own experience with dating older women was great because they knew what they wanted and weren’t usually bothered by the constant travel of their job.  Christian looks at the age range once again, takes a deep breath, and selects ages 25-35. 

    Next, he selects the pictures for the profile.  This part aggravates him to his core and causes some regrets about his tattoos. Christian can’t just select pictures of his back to the camera with his arms showing, because any fan will identify him from the images on his skin. A face picture is simply not an option. Christian thinks back to what was on Mason’s profile and begins to emulate it –images of a sunset, a picture of the ocean from his vacation, that random book he has been reading, and a picture of his favorite beer. It’s not the greatest curated group  of pictures, but it’ll have to do. 

 Once he completes his profile, Christian rechecks for any identifying information and pictures that would suggest who he actually is. He feels slightly bad that he has lied or shifted almost all of his information, but Christian knows that if he wants to find someone serious about him, he has to make sure they aren’t around him for his job or money. 

After completing his profile and closing the app, Christian says a quick prayer for the right one to be out there for him then ventures upstairs to the bathroom with a hope of washing off his loneliness. 

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Hi girlll

Could you please do a gavi fic where you share your first kiss thx😭

ohhh I think I have an idea for this;)

warning: a little angst, first kiss ⚠️

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You and Gavi have been friends for a while. You were close, some might even say too close. Constantly hanging out together and having loads of fun. On this particular night you two were watching a movie. It was your favourite one, and you may have also forced him into watching. He didn’t really mind though, or so you thought.

You could feel his eyes on you, like they were burning a hole into you. “What’s up” you asked him all confused. No reply. You weren’t quite sure what to expect sitting there all oblivious and naive. His face came closer now bumping noses, he gave you space to backup if you wanted, but you didn’t. His mouth came crashing onto yours. His hands holding your jaw to keep you in place. Melting into the kiss. The room was filled with noises, moans and whimpers to be specific. You wanted more trying to get onto his lap, he suddenly stops you.

“I’m sorry” his apologises. you felt rejected like you tried to hard, even though he made the first move. Taking his jacked and heading out the door leaving you they’re all confused and anxious. “what the fuck just happened“

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