#jack Grealish fic

[libraryofloveletters]

Hallways Hold Our Secrets

Jack Grealish x Fem!Reader

Warnings: reader is rodri's sister, secret relationships, jack is sooo nervous, they're terrible at hiding their relationship, big brother!rodri, awkward family dinners, alcohol and the consumption of, some cheekiness from jack and some brotherly teasing from rodri.

Word Count: 3.9k

Author's Note: I cannot believe it took me so long to write jack. also shout out to pooks for the basis of this idea + this gif has literally nothing to do with the fic. jack is just sexy that's all (also look at my other mans in the corner even tho I be wanting to beat him up sometimes)

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The message pops up on the top right corner of your laptop, you're certain it appeared on your phone as well but you're hoping he doesn't notice it.

Can I call you?

You click on it, typing back a response; I'm with him. Can it wait?

His reply comes just as fast; Just for a minute, I wanna hear your voice.

You shut the laptop, leaving it on the kitchen table. "Just gonna borrow this for a minute," you tell your brother as you grab your phone off the counter; he had been using it to get the recipe for dinner tonight since his was charging.

Rodri smiles, nodding. "Sure."

You disappeared around the corner, clicking the contact that frequents your call log. It barely got rang twice before he answered.

"Hi love," he sighs, as if he had dropped down to the couch. You smiled to yourself, leaning on the wall in the hallway. "Hi you."

"I miss you," he says, the words tugging on your heart. You could imagine the pout on his lips; coincidentally, also his favourite pose when he takes selfies.

"I saw you today, Jack." Your response comes out as a whisper, not wanting to be overheard.

"I know, is a man not allowed to miss his girlfriend?"

Once again, his words bring a smile to your face; girlfriend. That's what you were, even if it was a secret.

"You are," you smile.

Jack sighs, picking at his cuticle before he speaks again. "I wish you were here, I could use the company."

Man City had faced their first loss in a while. After being on a winning streak and the return from the treble winning season, this one hit them especially hard. To lose at home was even worse, it dug into them, rightfully so.

All of the boys were in a bad mood, Pep digging into them about what went wrong didn't help either. You had waited outside of the locker room in hopes of catching a quick moment with your boyfriend but he walked out with your brother who was more than ready to leave.

"Hermanita! Come taste this!" Rodri shouts from the kitchen and you sigh. "Me too, but another time, okay? I have to go."

"Yeah," Jack sighs, "I love you."

"Me too," you smile, hanging up before slipping your phone into your pocket. You walked into the kitchen, a smile on your face as your brother held the spoon out to you.

You tasted it, nodding. "It's good, needs a bit more pepper though."

"I thought so too," he nods in agreement, adding the rest of the chopped peppers that were sitting on the counter. "Where'd you go?" He asks as you return to your spot at the kitchen table.

"Needed my hair tie," you fib and his brows furrow. Your heart pounds in your chest when you notice his look, praying he didn't over hear your conversation. At the moment, it didn't occur to you that you had taken your phone with you and your lie made no sense.

"Your hair is untied."

"Yeah," you nod, "I couldn't find one."

Rodri nods, dismissing your words as he goes back to dinner, trying to finish up the last of it. Eventually he joins you at the table, your brother sits across from you, picking at the leftover pasta on his plate. "So, are you seeing someone ?"

You freeze, nearly choking on your juice. "What? Why would you ask me that?" You rubbed at your chest, looking at him with what you were certain was a confused look.

He shrugs, stabbing a piece of pasta. "You're 25, done university.. just seems like time to move on."

Your brother's displeasure with the last guy you dated was not something that he hid very well. He was a grade A douchebag, snotty and stuck up; when you look back, you wondered how you put up with all of his nonsense. You two dated from your second year of university up until right before your graduation.

During your last semester of university, you had taken a week off and came down to visit your big brother in Manchester. The break up was getting to you and it seems like everything around was a constant reminder of your wretched ex.

Rodri had taken you along with him to one of their home games, having you watch what your big brother does up from the stands as if you were 12 again, and afterwards you had gone down to find him and meet some of his teammates.

That was the first time you met Jack.

The two of you clicked instantly; a match made in heaven. From your personalities, to your sense of humour, to the way you dress and down to the way you texted were identical. You suited each other to a T.

It seems you two figured out as much as you went from not knowing each other to speaking every single day after you left Manchester.

Your older brother was aware that you and Jack were friends, but he didn't think much of it. He saw that you got along with quite a few of his teammates, which made him very happy.

What he didn't know was that you and Jack were more than friends.

Jack had come down to visit you during one of your off weeks. He didn't mention it to Rodri nor did you. The two of you decided that it would be your little secret until you've finished university and you can decide what to do from there.

It was just easier this way, there weren't any complications or strings attached if you decided to split up at the end of your semester.

You didn't realize that you'd find yourself in Manchester nor did you expect to fall in love with the midfielder so quickly.

Nodding, you clear your throat. "I will."

"I'm just happy you're over him, he was shit." Rodri says, clearing the table. You can't help the laugh that you let out, leaning back in your chair.

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Match day; your favourite day.

The Etihad was full from top to bottom, the crowd cheering their names, hoping that the team brings home a win. To nobody's surprise, they managed to bring home a win and four points.

You had gone down, waiting for your brother as they got cleaned up after the game. You were taking a photo of their treble wall, all the photos of them smiling and celebrating with their trophies.

The familiar scent of his cologne makes you smile, you can hear his footsteps and you figure he'll appear next to you, not pinch your hip and scare you.

"Dude!" You jumped, swatting his hands away. Your boyfriend smiles, his arms around your waist, pulling you into him.

"It's just me, relax," he whispers, chin on your shoulder. As the words leave his mouth, you melt against him; you can feel the warmth from his body, the mix of cologne trying to mask the sweat from 90 minutes on a pitch usually disgusted you but with him, it was tolerable.

Jack spoke, pulling you from your thoughts. "What are you doing out here?"

"Taking a picture," you lifted your phone to show him, flipping the camera to take a photo of the two of you. Both you and Jack make his favourite face; that duck face and then another one with you two smiling, and one more of him kissing your cheek.

His fingers mindlessly drumming against your stomach, looking at the photos on the wall when you snapped back to reality.

You weren't in your little bubble of safety with him; anyone could see you, your brother could see you.

It seemed unreal that you were 25 and still sneaking around, hiding your relationship from your big brother but it would be easier if you weren't dating his teammate.

You stepped away from Jack abruptly, the man's brows pulled together and there's a confused look on his face. "What's wrong?"

"Someone could see us," you step further away, creating some distance from the two of you. Jack looked even more puzzled than he did before.

"And that would be the worst thing because.." He trails off, looking at you. You roll your eyes, leaning on the wall as you look at him. "You know, 10 would look much better on you." He nods towards your jersey, there's a cheeky grin on his face and you roll your eyes yet again.

You had worn your brother's jersey, as you do most match days. "16 looks perfectly fine on me, thank you for your input."

"You'd look sexy in a plastic bag, babe. Just saying 10 would be better on you."

You don't get a chance to answer, your big brother comes around the corner. His hand rests on Jack's shoulder, patting it firmly before slinging it over his shoulder.

"What's going on here?" Rodri looks between you two and you shake your head. "Just saying hello to your sister," Jack says, smiling at his teammate.

Rodri hums, nodding as he glances between the two of you. "Did y/n ever tell you about that chocolate cake she makes?"

"No," Jack shook his head, "I don't think so." - A total lie. Jack has had that cake so many times before and you had even gone as far as giving him the recipe, which was a secret.

"Why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow? I'm sure y/n won't mind making it, would you?"

You shrug, "yeah I don't mind, but I'm sure Jack has plans."

You glance between your brother and boyfriend, wondering what the sudden dinner invite was about. It wasn't that Rodri and Jack didn't get along, because they did. It just struck you as odd because it's not one of the guys Rodri typically hangs out with outside of work related events.

"I don't," Jack smiles at you. "I'd be more than happy to come over. Should I bring something?"

"No, man. Don't worry about that, come over for 8."

"Sounds good," Jack nods, smiling as he walks off.

You look at your brother, arms folded over your chest. Your eyes narrowed on the man, trying to figure out his motive. "What was that?"

"What was what?" Rodri asks and you nod towards Jack. "The dinner invite."

"I can't invite my teammate to dinner?" Rodri's brows furrow, looking back at you.

"You can. Just find it odd, considering that you and Jack aren't close like that."

He shrugs, "just felt like having some company over. Other than your ugly face of course." There's a smile on his face as he looks at you. You pinch his side, the man pulling you into a headlock as you two walk down the hallway.

---

Shirt covered in butter, flour and eggs and you had finally put the cake into the oven to bake. Your phone buzzes once on the counter as you tidy up. It buzzes again, then again and again.

Finally, you set the rag down and walk over to check who it was.

From Jack: Babe!!!

From Jack: I'm freaking out bro

From Jack: I don't know what to wear

From Jack: *1 Image Attachment* Should I wear this??

The series of messages left you confused, as did his outfit choice. Jack had sent you a photo of the ugliest Gucci shirt he owned and there were quite a few of them in his closet.

To Jack: That is the ugliest shirt I've seen in my life.

From Jack: That's fucking rude

To Jack: Also why are you freaking out?? It's just dinner.

From Jack: Can you please just come help me??

To Jack: I have a cake in the oven

From Jack: So ??? Please come. It's an emergency.

You sigh, walking down the hallway to your brother's room. You knocked, waiting for them to answer before you peek into the room.

"I ran out of sugar and I need it for the icing. I'm gonna run to the store, can you keep an eye on the cake? It's got a timer running so just take it out when it's done."

Rodri nods, trying to make up his bed "Sure, don't be too long. It's almost 7."

"Yeah, I'll be back soon." You picked up his car keys off of his dresser. "Love you!" You called as you walked out of the room.

"Drive safely!" He shouts back and the front door slams shut.

It was a 15 minute drive to Jack's place, the elevator ride up felt like longer and you tumbled through your purse to find the key Jack had given you to his apartment.

"Where are you?!" You shout, setting your bag on the table, kicking your shoes off.

"Bathroom!" He calls back and you find your way to the bathroom. Jack's back was to you, shirtless and quite tanned for a guy living in Manchester. You find yourself leaning on the wall, watching as your boyfriend tumbled through one of the drawers for something.

Jack chuckles, "I can feel you staring."

"So?" you smiled at him when he turned to face you. "I can't stay long, so what do you need help with?"

He walks over to you, his arm looping around your waist. "I can't kiss my girl hello?" He asks, leaning into you. His cologne overpowering any other scent, the familiar smell made your head spin.

"You can," you smiled, holding his jaw gently as you kissed him. "Okay come on though, let's pick something out." You hold his hand, pulling him back to his bedroom.

Jack sits on the bed, watching as you search through the closet for something for him to wear. "I really don't understand why you're so freaked out for dinner. You've had dinner with Rodri before, haven't you?"

"Yeah, but at work stuff. This is different."

"How so?" You set a few choices on the bed. "I'm sure he's gonna be in sweats, Jack. No need to stress yourself out."

Jack looks over at you, "yeah but he invited me to his house. You're my girlfriend and he's your big brother. Even if he doesn't know, I want to make a good impression."

"That's sweet, now put this on." You smiled, handing him a forest green short sleeved button up you pulled out of the depths of his closet.

While Jack was getting ready, you searched through the drawers for a shopping bag you were sure he had left around. When you found out, you tumbled through his cupboards for a bag of icing sugar you knew you had left there and then you opened the fridge to get the butter.

"What are you doing?" Jack asks, appearing in the doorway.

"I told Rodri I was going to the store, I can't go back empty handed."

"So that means you need to take my butter?" He looks at you confused, fixing the sleeves of his shirt. You nodded, smiling at him as you walked to the door.

Jack follows behind you, watching as you put your shoes back on. "I've seen your bank account, you can afford to buy another tub of butter," you patted his chest, giving him a quick kiss before heading out.

When you returned home, the house was quiet. "Rod?" You called, walking into the kitchen to see your cakes on the stove cooling and the back door was open.

"Hey," your brother stepped back inside. "You're back."

"What's going on? " You look at him confused. "Why were you outside?"

"I figured we could eat outside tonight, it's nice out."

"Okay then," you turn your attention to your cake, starting on the icing. "Did you get everything you needed?" Rodri asks, scooping some icing up on his finger.

You smack his arm, the man smiles and sticks his finger in his mouth to taste the frosting. "I did."

"Okay, I'm gonna go take a shower." He kisses your cheek, walking off towards the bathroom. You rolled your eyes at your brother's theatrics and finished up on your cake, frosting it and sticking it in the fridge for the time being.

By the time you finished tidying up and setting up the last of what was needed for dinner, it was a few minutes to 8 o'clock. Rodri finds his way back to the kitchen in slacks and a polo shirt.

"You're dressed up," you glance in his direction, setting the last glass into the dish rack. "We have company coming, I'm not gonna eat dinner in sweatpants, y/n."

You chuckled, remembering what you had told Jack earlier. "Okay whatever you say."

The doorbell rings, Rodri makes his way over to open it and let Jack in. The two of them made small talk in the entryway as you wiped your hands on the kitchen towel. Upon finding the men, you realized both of them were far too dressed up for you to be in sweatpants.

"I see I'm undressed." You announced, making your presence known.

"Hi y/n," Jack smiles at you, handing the bottle of wine over to Rodri.

"Hi Jack," you smiled back at him, as if you hadn't seen him 40 minutes ago. "I'm going to go change, I'll meet you guys outside."

You left them to make their way outside while you attempted to pull together an outfit as quickly as possible. You pulled your hair out of the falling apart ponytail it was in and put on a sundress before making your way outside.

"Wine?" Rodri asks, after pouring some into Jack's glass. "Yeah, please." You smile at your brother, sitting in the chair that was on the left; between Jack and Rodri who were across from each other.

Dinner was quiet, the 3 of you chatting about life, football, the upcoming matches, your plans come the fall. Rodri lets you and Jack speak, it's like you had forgotten he was there altogether; it didn't take a scientist to see the chemistry between you two.

You and Jack were comfortable in each other's space, joking around like you had known each other for years, the type of thing you'd only see with a couple.

After dinner wrapped up, you cleared the table and brought the cake out. You cut three pieces, handing them over to the boys before sitting down and taking your own piece.

Rodri takes a bite, looking over at his teammate who does the same. "How is it?" He asks Jack.

The man nods, "good, it's great." He smiles at you and you return the gesture, taking a bite from your own piece.

Rodri nods, the fork in between his fingers as he points between you and Jack. "So.. how long has this been going on?"

You coughed, rubbing your chest after you almost choked on your cake. Jack on the other was completely pale, as if all the blood had drained from his body.

He starts, glancing between you and Rodri, unsure what to say. "Wh-uh.. what are you talking about?"

Rodri rolls his eyes, as if Jack thought he was stupid. He knew the two of you were seeing each other, it was painfully obvious. He had a suspicion and tonight's dinner was either going to make or break the thought. It just slapped a big old confirmed stamp on the two of you.

"I'm not blind, you know. I do pay attention, even when you think I'm not." Rodri says, looking over at you with an accusatory look on his face. You bite back a shy smile, lips pressed together as you look away from your older brother. "Plus, your bedroom is next to mine, y/n. Having him on speaker all night isn't exactly the slickest way of hiding a relationship."

You and Jack chuckled, looking at each other. "It's not that we didn't want to tell you-" "It was y/n's idea not to tell you." Jack butts in, throwing you under the bus so to speak.

"Shut up!" You groan, shaking your head. "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," you glance in the direction of your boyfriend. "I just wanted to see where it goes, if I'd stay in Manchester or not."

"And are you?" Rodri asks.

You take a moment to think, nodding. "Yeah, I think I will be."

"Good," your brother reaches over, patting your hand. "Does he treat you well?"

You rolled your eyes at his cliché question but you nod. "He does."

Rodri turns his attention to Jack. "If you hurt her, I'll hurt you." He tells his teammate, earning a laugh from Jack but you look at your boyfriend. "No, he will and I'll let him."

"Oh..." Jack looks between the siblings, jaw hanging open a bit. "Okay then."

The rest of the evening was quiet, you two gave Rodri a few details from your relationship, how long you'd be together and a few other things like that before you took the cake back inside.

Jack had gone to the bathroom and your brother finds you cutting another slice of the cake, putting it into a Tupperware bowl in the kitchen. "What are you doing?" He looks at you, confused.

You return the look, "packing a piece of cake for Jack? There's more than enough, Rod. You can have more tomorrow." You chuckled, putting the bowl into a bag.

"I don't think your clothes are gonna fit in there," Rodri tells you, leaning on the counter. You look at your brother, confusion all over your face. "What are you talking about, dude?"

"Go pack your bag."

"Are you kicking me out? I thought you were cool with-" "No dummy, I'm telling you to go spend the night with your boyfriend."

"Oh!" You laughed, walking over to give your brother a hug. "You're really okay with me dating him?"

"Would he have been my first choice? No, I thought you'd date a doctor or something boring like that but as long as you're happy and he treats you well, I'm 100% behind it."

"Okay," you smiled, kissing his cheek before running off to your room.

Jack and Rodri were in the entryway, your bag tossed over your shoulder as you skipped down the hallway towards them. Jack reaches for your bag, taking it from you.

"Thanks man," Jack nods at his teammate, Rodri smiles at him. "Anytime, take care of her, yeah? Drive carefully please."

"I'm a fantastic driver," Jack says, and you and Rodri exchange a look before laughing. Jack rolls his eyes, already knowing what you two were thinking. You hugged your brother once more, saying goodnight to him before heading down the driveway with him.

Once you were in the car, Jack looked over at you with a cheeky smile on his face. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"Shut up," you smiled, reaching over to hold his hand.

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[the-offside-rule]

Jack Grealish (Manchester City) - Snowman

Day 9 of Christmas

Y/n and Jack had bee running around the house since late last night, making sure that their daughters Kayla and Sophie's Christmas was perfect. They had laid out Kayla's Manchester City kits on the sofa, along with her various other toys from 'Santa'. Jack had taken the pleasure of eating the biscuits and the brandy since Santa apparently prefers a glass or two of brandy before leaving the house and going to the next.

The sunlight had just about shone through their curtains when they heard their daughters barging through the door, Kayla slapping down hard on her Dad, with Sophie trying to jump up on the bed. "Dad! Wake up! Santa came!" Kayla squealed. Sophie had given up on climbing the bed and ran over to her mum's side of the bed and poking her, babbling along. Y/n smiled and lifted the 2 year old before patting Jack beside her. "Jack, love." He grumbled. "Can we skip Christmas this year?" He asked. "No!" The two girls replied. "Silly dad!" Kayla giggled, pulling at his arm. "Can we go? I wanna see the presents!" He groaned and nodded, before hopping out of bed and throwing on his night gown. Oh god how he had turned into such a typical Dad on Christmas day.

They crept downstairs, Jack leading them all. He opened the door slightly and peaked in. "Oh dear, I can only see coal-"

"No!" Kayla nearly sobbed. "Only messing." Jack replied before opening the door fully and turning the light on to show a living room full of gifts, big and small. Kayla ran around, not knowing which to open first. "Y/n let Sophie waddle around, touching all the presents and grabbing some to bring back to help open, whilst Jack sat beside Y/n and watched Kayla run around tearing into her gifts. "Why's it got your name on it?" Kayla asked. "Well, Grealish is your name too, sweetheart." Jack replied. "I would've liked Haaland better." He looked back to Y/n who hid her laugh by smiling with Sophie at her colourful new toys.

As the day went by, Jack helped Y/n in the kitchen as they watched their daughters play outside in the snow. "We'll bring them in soon. Make sure they don't get sick." Jack said as he cut the carrots. "Let them finish the snowman first. This is the first snow they're actually allowed to play in." Y/n said. "I know I just-"

"Hi mum! Hi dad!" Kayla said sprinting in and running upstairs, whilst Sophie stood at the door giggling. "What's funny?" Y/n asked. She pointed at Jack who forgot he had Kayla's Christmas headband still on his head. "What? Do you not think I look stylish, Soph?" He asked while posing and making her giggle even more. "Silly daddy." Y/n chuckled along as she bent down to zip up Sophie's coat a bit more. "You haven't called me that in a while, love." Jack joked. "Jack, I-"

“Dad?” Kayla asked. “Can we use this scarf?” Jack looked at the designer scarf she held in her hands. “That’s Gucci.” Jack said. “You named your scarf?” Jack shook his head. “No, no. It means it's special.” Kayla’s eyes lit up. “So it’s perfect for our snowman. He’s special too.” Jack looked over to Y/n who looked back amused, almost to say 'Do it.' Jack let out a sigh and nodded. “I suppose so.” He said. Kayla cheered and ran outside, chucking the scarf around the pile of snow with coal as a mouth.

"Mum!" Kayla called in. Both parents looked out as Kayla pointed to what they believed to be the snowman. "It looks like dad now!" She shouted, making Sophie burst into a fit of giggles. Y/n laughed. Jack simply looked over to her, the same way he did the first Christmas he spent with her. Oh how the times had changed. From having to spend them away from eachother, to now spending them with their two daughters. He loved this woman and he loved the two little ladies out the back, laughing at something that bared no resemblance to him bar the Gucci scarf. "It's identical." Jack said. Y/n turned back to face Jack and nodded, matching the same face of love and adoration as he did. "The spitting image, love."

[taasgirl]

planned / jude bellingham

summary: jude an y/n are aaaaall about soft launch, until a certain grealish ruins it

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[mchlgayser]

FLINCH!

starring: jude bellingham x female!reader

warning: slight mentions of reader past's relationship, very angsty but with a fluff ending & not proofread

author's note: im a big fan of how this turns out, so good, better than what i had in mind tbh, didn't mean to make jude so red flag in here but things happened lmao.

song suggestion: tv by billie eilish

It was nighttime, past midnight, the clock strike two in the morning but still no signs of your boyfriend. You are well aware of the celebration party his manager arranged for him and the guys after they won an important match this evening but one thing that you don't get is that. For this long? He was out for all day, his match supposedly ended at 21:00 and now it's almost 03:00.

You are getting furious, partially worried and anxious, if you could drive his other car, you would have already done it hours ago revving to the club he's at but the problem is you don't drive. Your boyfriend never let you to.

Your body slumping on the leather couch, eyes boring glare on the door waiting and waiting.

The constant loud knocks on the door brought you back to life, grabbing your phone from the coffee table to see that it was now 4:03 in the morning. How furious you grew after that dashing to the door

His body immediately stuck on you like glue, his hands on his side as he rested his chin over the shoulder, you see Gio over the door 'Thanks for bringing him back.' You said, he nodded 'Try to convince him to go home but you know how he is..' You rolled your eyes 'Yeah, stubborn. Still thanks again, have a good night.' You closed the door after, bringing Jude back to your room which you silently pray for it to magically be on the first floor so that you won't have to drag him all the way.

Only a few steps up and you already gave up, he was giving up his weight on you, and your legs gave up, so you threw him down as he groan and sighed with a small smile 'You should just sleep here, I think.'

Give him a small fluff blanket, you draped it over his curled-up figure and undo some of his buttons 'Night.' You left after that having your best time sleeping on the king sized bed alone.

-

The next morning, Jude woke up feeling sort of discomfort and throbbing all over, his whole body is aching in pain and so is his head, probably the hungover from last night's event. His eyes are blurry, looking around but his neck are too sore for him to even twist it around. A couple of minutes has passed, he gained visions and now stunned seeing himself, sleeping on the stairs, not sleeping on his bed is one thing, no pillow is one thing.

His eyes averted to the living room, seeing you with a bowl of cereal in hand, your eyes were fixated on the movie that was playing. He tried getting up but he ended up falling back. He groaned in frustration 'Hey Y/n! Why am I sleeping here?' But you ignored him.

He grew frustrated getting up forcefully and went up to you 'Y/n? I'm talking to you.'

'Jeez, you are so loud for someone with a throbbing headache, leave me alone Jude.' He grab the controller from the table and switched off the tv 'Hey!' You growled, trying to get back but he silenced you with a side glare 'Stop it I-' He drops the controller, his head is aching in so much pain

You rolled your eyes, 'Take this pill.' He yanked it from you and you scoff 'What a jerk you are.' He sighs 'Leave me alone.'

'Nah uh, I said that first, you leave me alone, Jude.' You pointed out and sit back down.

-

The rest of the afternoon you've been ignoring him, well it's not like he's not ignoring you too. You do your stuff staying on the living room whilst he stayed in the room, '...Hey.' You heard him say, you noticed him from the corner of your eye but didn't budge 'C'mon Y/n, you can't stay mad at me forever?'

'Watch me.'

'Look I get it, I came home late last night but it's not like it was all the time right? Am I not allowed to have fun now? Do you think you can keep me in cage here forever? Come on, have some common sense.' You scoff 'This is so irrelevant, Oh my God! Go on have all the fun you want and come back every day at 04:00! You know what, I'm not even gonna complain! Go! Go partying, get drunk whatever, I don't even care anymore...' Your breath are rigid, out of breath, your chest violently bounced up and down

He huffed in disbelief 'Sometimes, I think it's better if I just don't go home at all you know, I'm so tired of your constant yelling and annoying rants, You are always onto me, pointing my mistakes, being absolute burden! This issue of yours I'm fucking tired of it! I'm tired of these pointless arguments! I'm tired of you!' Every spiteful word that are coming out of his mouth are like a knife, slashing into your heart multiple times.

His angry exhales, it was scary, reminiscing all your horrendous memories of your past. You eyes moist with warm tears cascaded your cheeks, it was hard to contains and you ended up crying a bit despite wanting to look tough

He sighed feeling frustrated at himself, it was't his intention to say such things, he was just mad that you've been ignoring him and not to mention the hungover from last night haven't yet subsided. He bring his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose but your next actions instantly brought tears to his eyes, he was shuddering in mistrust

Both of your hands are now in front of your face guarding it, your whole body fell to the floor as you yelped, your figure are in a major trembling state. He was stunned, could't be able to move 'Y/n...Did you...?' He was so out of words. Not once, never once this would cross his mind, the day you would become scared of him. In this poor shattering state. All because of him.

His hand wanted to hold out for you but he restrained himself, turning heels and left the house grabbing his jacket and slammed the door. You try muffling your sobs but the moment he left, you could't helped but wail and sobs like a broken child. You began hating yourself for this. How could you?! How could you think he would ever hit you?! But you could not helped it, your body acts on its own. You are too scared because of the argument.

You brought your knees to your chest hug it and cry, you don't know how fast time flies but Jude came home again, you are still in the same position but you are sleeping. His eyes soften nearing your structure and picking you up, how saddening it is for him to see you in this puffy-eyed state, cheeks stained with tears, lips bleeding slightly. He gently puts you to bed and tucked you in giving your temple and the tip of your nose a chaste kiss.

He was about to leave, ready to take the guest room to sleep but you hold his hand, your eyes barely opened but he could see that it was reddish and swell 'Hey...' He croaked, tucking one strand of your hair behind your ear. He was cautious as he sat beside you by the edge of the bed with your hand still holding his.

He was hesitant 'I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean what I said, at all. I'm just... Mad because you ignored me but I understand. You can stay mad as long as you want, I'll make it up to you, months, years, decades and forever so please don't leave me.' You hold tightens, sending him a small lazy smile 'No I'm sorry Jude, I know you won't hit me it's just... I think I'm being paranoid. You know how shitty my past relationships are.' He adjusted the hold, hands now entangling

'And I promise not to make you feel that way anymore, from today onwards, no sorrow for you. At least not from me. I won't treat you like they did. I won't became the asshole and treat you like an object. You are one kind of treasure. That one that needs to be held carefully so it won't break. I promise to take a better care of you.' He boops your nose and smile giving you a long kiss on the head and hugs your form

'Come on, sleep with me.' He get under the bed beside you, his body facing you with one arm stretching out and tucks it under your head and the other arm resting on your waist caressing it. Your head against his broad chest and hugging him close to you, closing your eyes with a contempt sigh 'I love you Jude.' Her hums, kissing the top of your head and murmur; 'I love you too babe.'

[hendolish]

England NT Fic Recs ♡

never know where to start for a pairing or you're new to england nt rpf? here's a shameless collection of my favourite fics to give you a head start 🫶🏻 ———

Jack Grealish/Jordan Henderson

melt by inlovewithnight (8k)

soulmate au where you feel everything your soulmate does and can't bear being too far away from each other. they're just so at ease and in love with each other in this. probably my favourite hendolish fic! <3

About as subtle as an earthquake, I know by Lizz_88 (Bluejay00) (68k)

jack's a stripper, jordan's himself. so much more than what it says on the tin! all the characters are super complex and it takes a lot of work for these two to get together (with no shortage of lap dances and smut along the way) <3

Calm Before The Storm by preachingdoll (6k)

post-euro 2020 heartbreak jack needs a bit of help coping. jordan's there to offer a helping hand... the smut and dirty talk is 10/10

best worst behaviour by Bellelaide (25k)

kind of a hendolish classic, jordan puts bratty jack in his place.

♡

John Stones/Jordan Pickford

Sun City AU by Bellelaide (series, 40k)

honestly one of my favourite fics ever, let alone footie-wise. jordan's on a very british all-inclusive holiday at a hotel where john works. the vibes are just immaculate, you can visualise everything so clearly and there's so much depth to their characters!

Ice Melts by Bellelaide (7k)

enemies to lovers kinda? john doesn't think much of jordan before the 2018 wc but the further they get in the tournament, the closer they become. amazing characterisation and banter as always.

Helping Hand by slatkomore (14k)

with john's career ended abruptly by an injury, he turns to coaching instead and soon becomes the england u19s manager where he meets the goalkeeper coach, jordan pickford...

your world cup or mine? by Bellelaide (15k)

john goes to sleep at the 2022 wc and wakes up back in 2018 where he and jordan aren't together and barely friends. such an interesting concept and dynamic!

♡

Jack Grealish/John Stones

The Things We Did and Didn't Do by InTheFicOfIt (series, 104k)

john and jack sleep together in the aftermath of the euros, the following fic explores everything that comes after, including jack moving to man city and their friends finding out. i'm never usually tempted by this pairing but this fic is so damn good! it's written so wonderfully and there's so much of it- i couldn't put it down!

♡

Ben white/Aaron Ramsdale

happy together by foxholecourts (1k)

this fic perfectly encapsulates their vibe for me. the back and forth between the two of them is just delightful and exactly how i imagine them to be together, but it's also as equally sappy! i love these two idiots sm <3

watching you watching me by foxholecourts (2k)

ben likes to be watched... 10/10 benaaron characterisation from this author as always.

sweettalker by Anonymous (5k)

smut with a lot of dirty talk about the other arsenal lads. ben is very complex in this- an interesting take on their relationship!

I’m Not In Love by ceraunophilex (1k)

aaron falls in love immediately, ben slowly warms to him. short and sweet.

♡

Jordan Henderson/Trent Alexander-Arnold

Shake Me Into the Night by orphan_account (17k)

always hits me right in the feels. based around liverpool winning the champions league, the writing is so detailed and amazing!!

♡

Jude Bellingham/Reece James

the sun and the rainfall by ohsusie (series, 6k)

jude asks reece about some of the rumours surrounding him to help him broach a sensitive topic of his own. reece gives him some guidence. they're so sweet in this!

♡

Dele Alli/Eric Dier

In This World Of Ours by dierdele (53k)

the classic deledier best friends to lovers 2018 world cup get-together fic. you can't beat it, literally so cute oml.

♡

Marcus Rashford/Jesse Lingard

both your hands in the holes of my sweater by yvenger (jjjat3am) (3k)

this one is so much fun hehe, the ~2018 man u squad if they were a sunday league team where jesse's very confident and marcus has a huge crush on him. love the inner dialogue so, so much. ending is super cute!!

i can feel that body shake by princessrosberg (3k)

an england nt night out leads to them getting together and their first time! jesse and marcus characterisations are on point, esp the way they talk to each other <3

♡

Harry Kane/Gareth Southgate

All Good Things... by orphan_account (12k)

their established relationship is so cute in this! post-2018 wc and preparing for the euros, england team banter is perfect.

wished by orphan_account (23k)

gareth is harry's p.e teacher at school. listen… no comment... there's a reason it's the most kudos-ed southkane fic

♡

[blondie20000]

Jack Grealish Fic Collection

Links to the fics are in the titles below.

Kisses for Breakfast (One Shot, Smut)

Summary:

Waking Jack Grealish involved three stages.

Believe (One Shot, Smut)

Summary:

"After 90 minutes the game ended in a draw. Y/N can feel the frustration from the audience. That frustration was soon followed by disappointment. Y/N was upset but she wasn't upset about the game she was upset about something else. She was upset about Jack."

Massage (One Shot, Smut)

Jack is feeling worried so the Reader decides to give Jack a massage.

Champion (One Shot, Smut)

Summary:

When Jack's eyes go on you he gasps.

"You are wearing my shirt?"

You walk slowly over to him. You sway your hips in a seductive way.

"I am." You lean forward and whisper in his ear. "And I have nothing under it."

Jack held his breath as your words hit him.

[avenirdelight]

A Conversation With Ralph

Jack Grealish

They have a quarrel in the morning before Jack leaves for training. When he comes back, he finds her having a conversation with their dog. [Requested]

“What do you mean you can’t?”

She folded her arms, leaning on the kitchen counter. The gesture was a sign that she was being serious—Jack had been dating her for long enough to know it. The demanding tone of her voice also said so.

“I can’t. I can’t go to lunch with you and your mum today,” Jack said as he picked a can of drink from the fridge, quickly shutting the door. “I’ve got an interview after training.”

“What interview?”

“An interview with Sky Sports or something.”

“But you said you’re available today, that’s why we chose today to pick my mum up, have lunch, then we’ll go to the hospital to visit my sister and the baby. I’ve even bought the presents you told me to get.”

“Well, I’m sorry. I forgot that I’ve got an interview, I’ve just gotten a reminder from the staff just now. I won’t be able to make it to lunch.”

She was getting really upset, Jack could tell by how tense she was, how her eyes were glaring at him with disappointment. He gently grabbed her by the waist and leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead. It was out of habit—they would always give each other a kiss before they leave the house—but he also did it with the hope that she wouldn’t get so mad at him.

“If the interview finishes early, I’ll catch you at the hospital, how about that?” Jack persuaded.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re making another promise right now, after you can’t even keep one?” 

Jack couldn’t say that her words were not bothering him. He admitted that it was his fault, but he thought she was making it bigger than it actually was. “What do you want me to do? I can’t just cancel the interview.”

She let out a heavy sigh and shook her head. “Yeah, whatever.” She walked past Jack, slightly bumping her shoulder on his.

“What? You’re mad now?”

“Can’t you tell?” She abruptly picked up the dirty pan from the stove and the utensils that were scattered on the counter. “This is not the first time this is happening, Jack.”

“Babe, this is work.” Jack’s tone was rising. “You know I can’t really do anything about it.”

She dumped them in the sink and they clattered rather loudly—Jack shrieked. “You could’ve actually re-checked your schedule. Last night we literally talked about what we were going to do today and you said it sounded like a perfect plan.”

“Well, I’m sorry. We could just reschedule it.”

“That’s so easy for you to say,” she said as she turned the faucet on and began to wash the dishes.

Jack’s shoulder slumped—it could’ve been a perfect, peaceful morning. But now she was upset, and he was upset too. It was never a good thing to leave the house being stressed out and without a kiss from her, but today, Jack had to.

—

The interview took longer than Jack had expected. He’d thought that he could leave right away and go to her hospital to see her sister’s newborn baby, but it turned out that the boss wanted to speak to him about some important matters for the next game, so he stayed.

It was almost dinner time when he arrived home. Her car was on the driveway so he knew that she was already home. During the drive home, all Jack had been able to think about was the quarrel that they’d had this morning. He regretted that it had happened, regretted how he’d handled it; he felt like he could’ve done better, mostly because he realised that the fault was his in the first place.

Jack took the time to stop by the kitchen and down a glass of water to collect and compose himself. He prepared himself to apologise to her and try to make it right—he knew he needed to apologise to his mum and his sister too, they’d surely expected to see him but he ended up not showing up. When he was ready, he went up the stairs to their bedroom with heavy steps. 

But he slowed his steps when he caught her voice from the hallway. It sounded like she was speaking to somebody.

“So what I’m trying to say, yeah, is that I wish Jack could show a bit more of a commitment to my family. He hasn’t been doing that lately,” she said in a quite serious tone. “They understand that he’s always busy and all that but since we’ve been dating for a while now, they actually wanted to see more from him.”

Jack’s heart dropped. She was talking about him. Is she on the phone? With her friend? There was a moment of silence before she started speaking again.

“You know, my parents didn’t approve at first when they knew I’m dating such a high profile person, but since day one I’ve only told them good things about Jack. I got them to see what I see in him until they gave their blessings. Jack has done a lot too to prove that he’s genuinely a good guy, so I don’t want him to lose their trust…”

He suddenly felt like he was intruding. As much as he wanted to know what she was thinking about him, he shouldn’t be hearing any of this.

“Do you think I’m being too pushy? Am I being too hard on him?” She continued. Jack was thinking whether he should just go into the bedroom or go back downstairs. “Ralph? Are you even listening to me? Ralph? Oh– You’re sleeping now? I’m not done talking to you.”

Jack didn’t realise that he’d been holding his breath—he let out a long sigh of relief upon the realisation. Ralph. She was only talking to Ralph, their dog. She loved talking to Ralph and it seemed like he was sharing about her troubled mind to the dog. Jack tiptoed towards the bedroom. The door was ajar and he carefully peeked inside.

She was sitting on the bed. Ralph was lying beside her, his head resting on her thigh, as she gently stroked Ralph's head. The view warmed Jack’s heart.

“I hope that he’ll at least make time to go see my niece. She’s gonna be his niece too…” She said, sounding rather hopeful. She then let out a little giggle. “Well, if he’s serious about being serious... Serious about this relationship, you know?”

“But I’m serious. I’m serious about us,” Jack said. He saw her snapping her head to the door with a horror face—it even startled Ralph, the dog woke up and whined.

“Oh my God, Jack!” She said, holding her chest as she let out a strong sigh of relief. “You’re scaring me! Why didn’t I hear your car?”

Jack stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He shrugged. “Maybe you’re too focused on having a conversation with Ralph.” He tossed his wash bag on the armchair and walked to the bed. He held her chin and slightly lifted it so he could put a kiss on her forehead.

“Hey, I mean it. I’m serious about us,” he repeated. He then sat in front of her.

“How much did you hear?” A tone of worry was noticeable in her voice.

“I heard enough.” Jack took a hold of her hand. “I’m sorry, babe. I know I’ve got to do better. I will.” He said, staring deep into her eyes. “Please, trust me. I love you so much, I always mean it when I say I’m serious about this relationship.”

Jack sounded so genuine. Her heart clenched almost painfully because she knew he was being sincere, his voice and face said it all.

“Work has just been overwhelming and I was stupid for thinking that I could maybe put the other things aside. I should’ve realised how these things mean so much to you,” he continued. “I’m really sorry.”

Jack’s eyes looked tired, his hair was messy, and there was a slight pout on his face. She frowned, actually feeling bad and definitely regretting the quarrel that they’d had this morning—maybe she was being a bit too hard on him.

“I know, Jack. You know I’d be fine if you want to put your work first, or put yourself first… I just need you to communicate it with me, maybe I could even help,” she tried to reason with him. “But sometimes your actions don’t reflect your words and I can’t help but to feel upset and disappointed.”

Jack nodded. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” He dropped his gaze and it landed on their linked hands. He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. “I’ll do better.”

A subtle smile grew on her face. She hated how he almost looked like a kid when he was sorry—or maybe she loved it, the differences were thin. And most of the time it was easy to forgive Jack, because she knew that he was actually trying, he just needed a little bit of reminder and a little bit of push sometimes, and it was her role to do that.

“I’m sorry too,” she said as she ran her hand through his hair, before it ended up holding his face. Jack looked at her again. “I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did this morning.”

Jack nodded again. “Come here,” he said, opening his arms. She wasted no time to shuffle closer—moving Ralph in the process—and sat on Jack’s lap. Jack searched for her face and pampered her cheeks with kisses before he pressed his lips into hers. She smiled as they kissed, making Jack do the same.

“I need to call your mum tomorrow, say sorry I couldn’t make it today,” Jack said. His hand was wrapped around her, as the other rested on her thigh—her arms circled around his neck.

She fell silent for a moment. “Do you know what? I haven’t given your present to my sister. If you’re free tomorrow or the day after tomorrow…” She shrugged. “Maybe we could go visit. My mum will be there anyway, we could bring lunch for everyone.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m free tomorrow after training.”

She slightly raised her eyebrows. That was what he’d said last time.

“I really am. I’ve checked.” Jack got a bit defensive as he tried to convince her. It made her chuckle, and Jack rolled his eyes.

“Okay, okay.” She smiled. “Well, I could take you to training, go to my meeting, pick you up, then we go to the hospital.”

“Sounds like a perfect plan. Wait– I said that last night, didn’t I?”

She chuckled again. “Yeah you did.”

“Yeah, but it’s for real this time.”

“Okay.”

Jack wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer for a hug. He buried his face on his shoulder. Tonight could have gone so much worse but he was lucky that she was yet again so understanding. He couldn’t take this for granted and this was a reminder for him.

“So, tell me about the baby,” Jack mumbled as he let her go and searched for her face. Her face lit up immediately at the mention of her new niece. She crawled out from Jack’s lap, but she was quickly replaced by Ralph. Jack gave the dog a cuddle, as she began to gush about the baby.

—

it's been an awfully long time since the last time i wrote for jack! this one is quite cute and i love it so i hope you'll enjoy it too! reblogs, likes, and comments are always very appreciated<3

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[new-berry]

I have not been hacked by a porn bot!

Slightly dead dove-ish. potentially adjacent to a dove who is deceased

How are we feeling about euro trash Kevin and Michele taking advantage of John Stones?

I feel quite positively about terrible people (in fic) who do terrible things for each other, but are also loving.

With a side of these two also being awful to Stones?

All fiction etc etc

Jack leans against John, right in front of Kevin, and kisses her then. The music is definitely Jack's choice. Good beat and a little sleezy. The voice cuts in and out. Jack thinks about touching again. Body still holding a soft buzz, wishes Liv could be here, too sick to come tonight. The big party as winners of everything. Michele is still leaning into him, fingernails a fuzzy little scritch against his inner arm.

Jack and Sasha are pretty enthusiastically kissing right in front of Kevin now. John feels Kevin’s wrist move, hot and thick, with a snake like twist behind his neck.

“Get off.” John says, Jack’s leaning down with his hand on John’s knee. They’re been snogging for a while. All the rest of them staring like they’ve never seen anyone kiss before.

The high is wearing off.

“Spoilsport.” Jack says. Sasha giggles, she curls into Kevin’s side and he slides his arm around her waist. John stares, Kevin’s fingers on Sasha’s skin through the cutouts in her dress.

Staring at that so much he almost misses Jack and Kevin. The shots he did earlier have seeped into his muscles as a soft weight. But he is pretty sure he hasn’t had anything except them and one popper which means he’s not hallucinating. So Kevin and Jack are actually kissing right next to him. The flick of their tongues obvious and intentional. Jack's hand still balanced in his leg, Kevin’s arm wrapped around Sasha.

[tl-trashtalk]

you've done a number on my heart

Relationship: Jack Grealish/João Félix

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Romantic Friendship, Shotgunning, Marijuana, Swimming Pools, Flirting, Water Fights As Flirting, pool kisses, Kissing, So much kissing, Shower Sex, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Skinny Dipping, Love Confessions, Declarations Of Love, Cuddling & Snuggling, Kitchens are for lovers, Summer Vacation, Summer Romance, The Author Gave Jack Extra Braincells, Fluff and Smut, Romantic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Summary:

The end of the football season approached, as it does, and Jack found himself sending João the link to an Airbnb with a message that read, “Pretty big for lil ‘ol me. I fancy some company if you’re free?” or The One Where: Jack and João spend their summer holiday together

[libraryofloveletters]

football masterlist

masterlist of masterlists // character list

updated: April 22nd, 2024

Note: All fics with fem!reader are indicted in the warnings, otherwise it’s gender neutral:)

S = smut // F = fluff // A = angst

header by @benzicons​

Jude Bellingham 

Slow & Steady (F/A) 

DMs roll into iMessage and that follows the string into FaceTime calls and next thing you know, he’s falling head over heels for a girl he barely know. Too much happens too fast and they’ll never be you.  (fem!reader)

Christian Pulisic 

The Florida Heat (F) 

Christian’s on vacation back in the states with his wife and twin boys, but a summer day winds into life changing news. (fem!reader) 

Football Fields and Race Tracks (F) 

When a race car driver and a footballer fall in love, your life revolves around race car tracks and football fields; he promised to marry you on track and on field, he did just that. (fem!reader)

Virgil Van Dijk 

The Red Carpet (F)

Virgil and reader are married to each other and the lack of public knowledge of said marriage causes more than a few rumours to fly around (actress!reader) 

Team Colours (F) 

When your mum works for Liverpool and when you shows up to the AXA training centre in a man city jersey, Virg makes it his job to correct it. (fem!reader)

Portugal Pretenders (F)

Virgil is desperately in search of a date for Robbo's wedding. After he finally convinces you to join him as his girlfriend for the weekend, it’s up to the two of you to convince the boys that you two are just as in love as Rachel and Andy are. (fem!reader)

Trent Alexander Arnold 

The Captain’s Sister (F)

Jordan’s baby sister comes to visit for a few weeks and a certain someone catches her attention. - insta au (fem!reader)

Erling Haaland 

Can’t Get Away From You (A/F) 

You get into a fight with your boyfriend and storm out. Your boyfriend on the other hand, doesn’t think it’s a fight and follows you. What happens when the power goes out and you two get stuck in the middle of no where? (fem!reader) 

John Stones 

Nothing Without You (F)

Two best friends deny they love each other until life forces them together in every way possible. - based on I Have Nothing by Whitney Houston (fem!reader)

You Snooze, You Lose (A/F) 

You live and you learn, you love and you lose. Two people who grew up together lose touch and reconnect later in life. Things are left unsaid and you know what they say, it all comes out in the end. (fem!reader) 

Kostas Tsimikas 

Behind The Lens (F) 

The photographer finds her muse, the only thing is everyone seems to notice but them. (fem!reader)

Ruben Dias 

Almost Isn’t Always (A) 

Ruben is facing a ghost from the past in the most heart breaking way imaginable and she brings along a friend, making it worse for him. (fem!reader)

Helping Hands (F) 

Ruben’s birthday comes around and reader, their son, Chris and the other players put together their efforts to surprise him with a birthday party. (fem!reader) 

Thiago Alcantara 

The Wavelengths I’d Go For You (F)

Your boyfriend takes you home after 10 years and he decides to surprise you with a day on the water and a little something else. (fem!reader) 

Neymar Jr 

Surprise! (F) 

your old friend invites you on a trip, the same time that your birthday falls for. you think he’s forgotten all about it but he surprises you, showing you that you’re the only thing on his mind. (fem!reader) 

Jack Grealish 

Hallways Hold Our Secrets (F) 

Your brother keeps pestering you about moving on from your terrible ex and you do, but he just can’t seem to piece it together yet. (rodri’s sister!reader) 

Andy Robertson 

Perfect Match (F) 

You and your favourite co worker decide to try a new dating app for the first time and end up as each other’s matches (fem!reader) 

[umgeorge]

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[taasgirl]

tasteful / jude bellingham pt 4.

summary: england's annual award ceremony! have fun :)))

read part three! here

liked by rioferdy, lionesses, ellatoone, and 329, 203 others england Players are starting to arrive!

user68210 Alessia Russo is picking up EVERYTHING

user02912 beth is looking so fine omg

user58232 if jude bellingham doesn't get anything, i fear i'll die

liked by user10291, judebellingham, user79132, and 6,812 others user56719 Y/N LOOKS SO GOOD I'M SCREAMING AND SCRATCHING THE WALLS WHAT THE FUCK

user01002 she looks so so so good

user79128 Please just one chance omg

user92118 anyone else see the jude like 🤭

user61771 i'd understand if it was an @ england post, but it's literally a fan acc, like what 💀

liked by racheldaly, bukayosaka, ellatoone, and 452, 918 others england Congratulations to our Lions and Lionesses who were awarded tonight!

Best Player - Harry Kane, Y/N L/N Best Attacker - Jude Bellingham, Rachel Daly Best Defence - John Stones, Millie Bright Best Goalkeeper - Jordan Pickford, Mary Earps Best Performance - Y/N L/N (ENG vs SPA WWC)

user81291 BUKAYO SAKA ROBBEDDDD

user62218 y/n is the it girl of football omg

user01192 THIS!

ynusername What an honour 🙏

england Anything for our ⭐girl!

liked by user82923 and 67 others user11521 Y/N crying???? Someone pls go hug her omg...

user72632 i lowkey feel like the pressure is getting to her

user92324 Stop posting this!! Let her have privacy omg

liked by user70293, user52632 and 240 others user88264 paaaaaaathetic @ ynusername stop posing for the photos, and start focusing on football.

user62732 wtf!!! can a girl not even cry anymore without getting hate omfg

user29320 She's just won two big awards and is acting like a child because she didn't win them all. How does anyone like her, she's a total brat.

user82932 how old are you bro?? get a fucking life jeez

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liked by madders, bethanyengland, england, and 547, 827 others judebellingham Beyond proud. Thank you to my teammates, staff, coaches, and anyone who has supported me on this journey. Remember to talk whenever you need help. Love you all x.

marcusrashford Come on my boy

harrykane Young star

england On the rise 📈

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PART 5 WOOOO

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[mchlgayser]

↪ asking you out, phil foden

𖤐 résumé: he planned a perfect day to ask you out but an expected event occurred, it affects the day but not badly.

𖤐 genre: fluff, fluff and tooth-rotting fluff (not real)

𖤐 warning: mention of minor cursing

𖤐 author's note: request has opened!! since I've cleared out my draft 🤭 this story had just made me fall in love harder with him LMAOO

You had just got back from school, students were there in the same spot as you as they were all waiting for their parents or guardian to pick them up. A few of your students had come to you to exchange a few quick talks before they left and after some time, it left only you and a few pupils 'Oh Miss. Y/l/n, are you waiting for someone to pick you up?' One of the students who just got out of school asked, you smile at her and nodded 'Ahh yes,'

She chuckles and pets the seat next to her on the bench, you smile at her gently and sit 'Who are you waiting for Miss.' She suddenly gasped 'Is it your boyfriend?!' You blushed at her 'Oh my gosh, No I don't have a boyfriend yet, It's just my close friend.' She began teasing you and you giggle 'Are you teasing your teacher?' She laughs wholeheartedly 'No! It's just shocking...? I think. You are so pretty and kind but don't have a boyfriend...' You kindly grin and laugh along with her.

You both exchanged words more after and finally, she left. You sat there still waiting for your friend to pick you up, A ring on your phone interrupted your train of thought and you proceeded to answer the call 'Is your work finished? What time do you want me to pick you up?' You stood up, in disbelief 'Phillip Walter Foden, are fucking kidding me? I waited for you for almost an hour now! Where the fuck are you?!'

Just then a black car pulled over in front of you, the window rolled down and you see Phil with his hand propped against the shotgun seat headrest 'Waiting for someone there, gorgeous?' You scoffed at him picked up the notebooks you had just placed beside you and got inside 'Do you know how long I've waited for you?' You exclaim putting your bag at the back 'I don't know...You tell me.' Smacking him on the forearm, you cross your arms over your chest and stare upfront 'Alright, alright. I'm sorry I just got caught up in something. I promised I'll make it up to you.'

'Yeah, yeah. Whatever.' He sniggers at you, restarts the engine, and drove off to your apartment. It wasn't long until you both arrived at the basement parking lot and you got out 'Thanks for driving me...' He snickers 'You sure you don't want me to come along so I can have a cup of tea or something?' You rolled your eyes 'Yeah, no. You got to practice right? I'll be fine.' He hums and then waves leaving the parking lot

You sighed 'That jerk, When did he get so handsome? Fuck!' You cussed got shy and burn all of sudden. You hurried inside the lobby and onto the elevator.

But just as soon as you got inside your house, your phone dinged quietly and you immediately check once you settle your stuff by the island top. It was a message from Phil. You clicked on the notification and read the text, it says; 'I'll come by again at 6 to pick you up, make sure you wore the dress I got you..'

'What dress--'

Your phone is almost out of your grip because of the loud continuous ring of the bell, you put your phone down and jog to the door seeing a medium-sized box laid before you, wrapped in a beautiful white ribbon.

You closed the door, sit on the couch with one leg over another, and open the lid, the pure white dress is neatly folded with a piece of paper on top of it, you open the paper reading it in a slow murmur; 'I know you will look good in this.' Is all it says, you blushed just by thinking that it was your friend who did all of this! Your close childhood friend whom you adore and cherish this whole time!

You got the dress, presenting it in front of you as you examined it. It's just a simple and plain slip dress. It was pure white coming along with a set of diamond pearl necklaces and ear piercings. But it was beautiful and the material was soft. It was just your size.

You smile, still adoring the dress checking up on the clock above you to see that it's currently 4:30 which means you got around two hours and thirty minutes left before Phil came to pick you up.

You put the dress back inside the box and get up to go to the kitchen and have a small portion of food to refill your emptied stomach.

You did some chores around the house, cleaning it, and watching short cartoons and now it was finally time for you to get ready. You washed up, do your usual hair routine, bath a long and warm shower before you got out, already laying the dress on the bed with a few stuff beside it. You sat on your make up table with a bathrobe on, doing facials, hair drying, curling your hair, and doing some makeup.

After you put on your dress, decorate yourself with the necklace and the earrings. you get your eggshell white-colored shoulder bag, stuff your necessities in it, and slip on your black pearly point stiletto.

The outcome looks weren't what you expected. It was beyond that. You look...Beautiful. At least now you know you still got the look.

You sat by your bed waiting because Phil said, he will come by to pick you up himself. It wasn't until five minutes later, the front was knocked. You faked a cough adjusting your looks a bit and you went to the door to open it 'Hey--' He suddenly was out of words. You look...Gorgeous. The moment your eyes met, he almost couldn't believe it.

'Phil..?' You said once more realizing that he is been spacing out for too long and giggled 'Ahh right, let's go.' He gently held your hand in his waiting as you locked the door and left with him 'Where are you taking me exactly.' He swarmed his head at you with a smile 'You know...Just a friendly date.' He nods while grinning. A small hope in you shattered hearing him say that... And here you were, thinking that this was a romantic couple's date. But hey this isn't the first time you were wrong.

You both got in his car, and he started the engine right away, 'Are we going to get some food first?' You teased with a hint of a joke at the end, he laughs at you and smiled 'Of course, I always have to make sure to prioritize your stomach first.' You hit his arm with a frown on your face 'Come on, I was so hungry 'kay!'

He laughs looking at you with a smirk 'Really? I bet you still had something before I came to pick you up?' You scoffed looking upfront 'So what if I did?' His laughter erupts louder than before 'So you did.'

You shake your head at him and a few short conversations was made after that before he abruptly stops the car 'We're here.' You wanted to get out of the car but Phil stops you 'Wait, lemme.' He rushed to your side of the door and opens it for you instead 'M'lady.' He bows taking your hand in his and throws his car key to the chauffeur sending him a wink.

You were stunned for a moment seeing the exterior design of the restaurant. It looks expensive, almost too expensive for your liking. The interior is twice the look, you didn't want to touch anything scared that you might scratch it. Phil laugh at your reaction 'This may be an exaggeration by why do you bring me here Phillip?! Just how much do you--' He shushed you down with a chuckle, you glared at his direction 'Are you kidding me? Don't laugh I'm serious.' He laughs again and pets your back 'Just enjoy the night alright?' He let the waitress assist you to your private dining room and you sat on the chair--carefully.

It was now just the two of you because he had asked the workers to leave you both alone 'Now care to explain? Why. Out of nowhere...You brought me here?' He smiles 'Can I not? I just feel like it. Let me spoil you!' You grunted at his replies 'I'm fine with anything but this! This is too much..' Your voice trailed off, he took your hand in his and let a small smile to assure you 'Just please.' You don't know why he even acts like this but you just got along with it. Not that you mind honestly.

Minutes later, he calls for the same waitress to get your orders, you don't exactly know what to choose so you let Phil choose it for you and he did. After that, you both talk and catch up with each other. You ask him about his training and he asked you about your work. Everything was fine and the food came after some time.

You both ate, talked, and joked around until you finally decide to leave, Phil checked his phone to see that it was now 7:54 p.m. 'Want to take a breather together?' You smile and nods.

You two got out of the restaurant and the chauffeur seem like he was done with his job. You two get inside the car not before you scold Phil and told him to give the chauffeur his tip and he did.

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It was a ten minutes trip before Phil stops the car and got with you following suit. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder just like he used to do back in the days and heave a long sigh 'What now?' You took a glance at him and hummed 'It's nothing. Just nervous.' You intertwine his hand in yours that was around your shoulder 'Wanna take a seat there?' You asked he nodded pulling you along with him and sat. It was a moment of silence, a comfortable silence. None of you talk, just secretly enjoying each other's ardency.

Phil took another long sigh, and suddenly took your hand in his grabbing it into a firm grip, 'Look Y/n, I gotta tell you something..' You turn to him and tilted your head aside 'Okay I'm all ears.' Another groan left his lip, his eyes were on yours, those twinkles never stop shining every time you came into contact with it. His face is serious but frightened too

'I know we've been friends for so long, so long that I remember. I adore you as a friend whom I can turn and share my stories with. All my doubts, and insecurities, you've heard it all. You were there for me during my lowest, you get me back up and soothe me on my bad days. Your warm hugs warm me in a way I couldn't explain. Your smile, your contagious laugh that I never get tired of hearing of. I, myself don't know when this emotion bloomed. It affects me so greatly I could't described it. It might sound weird that you hear this from your close friend but Y/n..I like you. I love you, so much that it kills me every waking day.'

You were so out of words, was this true? Are there any hidden cameras anywhere? This isn't a joke, right? Someone who you likes is confessing their love to you, right? You weren't dreaming because it hurts now when you pinch your cheek 'Phil, I...'

Suddenly it rains, and out of nowhere, it started to rain laboriously, in just those seconds, the two of you almost soak under the tree. Phil hurriedly took off his blazer putting it over your head and grab you by your forearm to force you to get up 'Come on, let's go!' But you stay. A smile slowly crept on your face 'Phil yes!' He was stunned and confused 'What...'

You stood up unexpectedly, and the drenched blazer falls off to your shoulder, your smile grew bigger 'Come!' You pulled Phil to the pavement in the middle of the park and laugh 'This is the best day of my life.' You jumped up and down multiple times, still laughing. You didn't care if you look stupid and childish but this is your way of showing how happy you are with today.

Phil was confused, 'Y/n come on, you'll get sick! Get in the car!' You pulled him closer to you, hugging him, liking the way his warmth basked you in the heavy rain 'I like you too Phillip.' He froze, getting pleased that you had just reciprocated your feelings for him. He was getting joyful, tightening the hug and swaying your body, left and right 'This is too, the best day of my life!' You two were giggling having your best time in the rain, in each other's arms.

[hendolish]

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[vickwrites]

requests anyone?

its been a while <3

[avenirdelight]

✨FIC UPDATE✨

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