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alex31624 · 5 months ago

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Those were really good Football team headcanons �� I think each one you mentioned fit great with that sports team.

Could you please share more headcanons about the other characters’ fav teams 👀?

Oh, I love this.

Ok, I think not all the characters would be a football fans. So, if is not in this list, they don't support any team, or don't care about the sport.

Webby - Liverpool

It was hard for Webby, her grandma is an Aston Villa fan, her hero is a Celtic fan. Which team should she support?

What moves Webby is love, dedication, passion. And it was the passion the Liverpool fans show what make her a fan herself.

It was a secret, until she found out Donald is also a Liverpool fan. Just another thing to bond about for them.

Huey - All of them

Huey loves his family and friends, so he can't take sides. He supports all the teams, depending on the circumstances.

Dewey - Manchester United

The second Dewey found out that Della was a Manchester fan, he took her side. You know that's a Dewey thing.

Sadly, he forgot that Manchester was on downhill since 2014. He has to watch the Europa League and begs that next year will be better.

Louie - Liverpool

All the triplets were Liverpool fans thanks to Donald. When their circle grew, Huey decided that he wanted to support all the teams, Dewey took Della's side, but Louie stay by his uncle side. Donald made him a Liverpool fan, he will stay a Liverpool fan.

A bit bias for Donald and Louis relationship? Yes. Always.

May & June - Liverpool

Just like their brother, the twins wanted to follow their dad. Easy.

Violet - Internazionale

Violet was never that interested in football. She knew the basics, the big tournaments and big teams. But then, she got a sister.

An italian sister.

An AC Milan fan sister.

And Violet knew what she had to do, and became an Inter fan. Just to get under Lena's skin. That's such a sisterhood thing to do.

Gosalyn - Borussia Dortmund

One more that has her focus on passion. Gosalyn in 2017 is a latina, but her last name has a bit of german flavour. That's where she found her team, a team who's rebel and loyal.

Perfect for Gos.

The last game of the 2022-2023 season broke her heart.

B.O.Y.D. - Real Madrid

Sweet baby B.O.Y.D. has a whole world to discover. He spends most of his time with the rest of the Team Science, so he listens to Fenton's stories about a team that can make miracles happen, a team that doesn't know how to give up, and their victories can only be described as epic.

Yes, Fenton's influence turned B.O.Y.D. in a Real Madrid fan.

Real Madrid bias? Of course.

José - Flamengo

I asked an expert, @fantasticenthusiasttale, for this one.

She told me that José Carioca lives in a neighborhood in the city of Rio de Janeiro called Vila Xurupita, which has its own soccer team, Xurupita FC. He even played for them.

But, her headcanon is that José is a Flamengo fan. And who I am to disagree?

Panchito - Necaxa

To tell the truth, I know nothing about Mexico football. I stared at Panchito and said, this is the face of a Necaxa fan.

So there you have it.

Gladstone - Manchester City

The notorious freeloader Gladstone Gander of course is a Manchester City fan.

He knows nothing about the team's history, but when he found out the team has a almost bottomless wallet, he became a fan.

Matilda - Rangers

Like Violet, Matilda began supporting Rangers only to get under Scrooge's skin.

With the time, she actually became a passionate fan who enjoyed going to the games. She and Scrooge have been in many Old Firm (Rangers vs Celtic) games.

When the team was sended to the 4th division, she went to every game until Rangers returned to the Scottish Premiership.

Ludwig Von Drake - Rapid Wien

In his youth, professor Von Drake enjoyed seeing the football Rapid Wien showed. A team for the working class, who fights day by day.

Von Drake was happy to see that Rapid still was the most successful team of the country.

But professor didn't see with good eyes the grow of Red Bull Salzburg. A team born of a corporation, who denies its own history.

Von Drake awaits for the resurgence of Rapid.

Mark Beaks - Inter Miami

When Messi signed with Inter Miami, Mark Beaks flew to the city because he knew that was buzz worthy.

That's the only reason he has to go to the games.

This was so much fun. Thanks for the ask @ducktales-and-ducks, sorry I couldn't finish this one earlier.

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doudouneverte · 1 year ago

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Next stop... Manchester

a/n: I had to rewrite it but it's okay. Feedback is really appreciated by the way

*Not my PIC*

Pairing: Chloe Kelly x Léon!Reader; Mapi Léon x sister!reader; Ella Toone + Georgia Stanway x Female!Reader (besties)

Summary:

Type: Fluff

Warning: nothing

words count: 3334

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London - Manchester. Manchester - London. Whatever the direction, it became a usual trip for you during those recent years. Well, dating a Citizen player while you played for Chelsea, and let's not talk about the fact that you played for Spain and her England, meant you had to make compromises sometimes.

You came to the WSL in the 2017-18 season; you played for Everton after some good seasons at Athletico Madrid. There you met Chloe; everything was new for you, so she helped you install yourself in the country. She showed you a lot of places, and you met a lot of people who'd become part of the England squad. At the end of the 19/20 season, you moved from Liverpool to London, where you signed a contract with the Blues.

At Chelsea, everything was good except when you had to play in the Champions League finals against your sister and her team. Unfortunately for the London club, you got injured in the semifinal. Without one of their best defenders in their squad, the Blues lost against FC Barcelona. Except that the other worst moments was when you played against your girlfriend; you know how good she is, and it's really difficult for anyone to defend against her (except McCabe, but she's not really defending).

After three years in the capital's club, you received some interesting offers from different clubs: Bayern, Wolfsburg, Real Madrid, and even Lyon, but you decided to join another club in blue, well, sky blue. But your girlfriend is totally unaware of that, like almost everyone else, because you wanted to surprise her.

~~~

Today was a particular day; the Lionesses should take a flight to Australia the next day, and your girlfriend decided to spend her free time with you. It was still early in the morning when your phone started buzzing next to you. It was disturbing, but you didn't want to wake up yet until the woman next to you groaned.

"Y/n, I swear if you don't tell whoever texted you to shut up, I'll throw your phone through the window." Chloe said with her head pressed harder against the pillow.

"Calmate hermosa; I'll check that." You said before grabbing your phone to see a lot of messages from more people than you expected.

Maps[yesterday]:

¿Vienes a casa para vacaciones?(Are you coming home for vacation?)

Leila[8:30 a.m]:

The girls know

Ella[8:40 a.m]:

Please tell me you don't join the wrong side

Lauren[8:42 a.m]:

are you really coming?

I need to tell Chloe

Niamh[8:43 a.m]:

Sam and Guro are still pouting

Mama P[8:44 a.m]:

Jessie is still crying you need to do something

Mama M[8:44 a.m]:

Don't forget your sunscreen

Mama P[now]:

Magda reminds you to not forget your sunscreen

"Who are they?" The blonde was a little more awake than earlier.

"Just Magda and Pernille...and Niamh and Mapi." You replied before quickly texting, 'don't tell anything to Chloe; it's not official' to Ella and Lauren.

"Okay, now come back to sleep with me." The winger said, but you reluctantly declined the proposition.

"I really want that, but the girls are coming for lunch and I need to cook something," the Mancunian groaned and grabbed her phone.

"It's only 9 a.m."

"Yeah, I know, but I also have to call my sister and make our breakfast." You informed her and kissed her forehead before leaving the bedroom.

Chloe wanted to go back to sleep, but she couldn't without you, so she just checked her notifications and saw a text from Lauren.

Lauren[8:43 a.m]:

I have a big surprise for you

Chloe [8:57 a.m]:

???

Lauren[now]:

I heard someone say that we will pair together for the world cup

Chloe[now]:

Like always🙄

Your girlfriend knew there was something that her friend didn't tell her, but she didn't want to push her. When the winger finally came to the kitchen, she saw you cook with one of her Manchester City training kits. She approached you carefully, wrapped her arms around your waist, and landed her head on your shoulder.

"How can I help you?" She asked you.

"Just sit and look pretty." You commanded.

A few minutes later, Chole was sitting on the kitchen counter scrolling through TikTok while you were cooking. Everything was good until she found a tik-tok talking about the departure of Ona. It was not surprising at first, but the video caught her attention when the person behind it started to speculate about your possible departure to join Barcelona too. Of course, some fans had theories about you coming back to Spain after a lot of years in England.

You were too focused to not burn your breakfast and texted your sister that you hadn't noticed your girlfriend looking at you suspiciously; honestly, some theories started to gain her attention. She knew that last season you denied the offer of a Spanish team that wanted you, justifying it by the fact that you wanted to finish your contract with the Blues, but now what is keeping you in England?

"Babe? What do you think about going to Barcelona?" The winger asked you.

You took a moment to think about it. "Uh, I don't know; we need to schedule for the next season and wait until you come back from Australia, hopefully with a trophy, and I also need to ask Maps if it's good for her to let us stay in her apartment." You explained, totally unaware of the true meaning behind this simple question.

"Oh, okay." There was a little silence; she continued to scroll on her phone until you finished your episode. You turned your eyes off your phone and made your way to the blonde, leaving some kisses on her face, making the English girl giggle. "What are you doing?"

"I'm hungry." You replied.

"But you're cooking."

"Yes, and I finished it, so let's do something together." You finished your sentence with a trail of kisses from her lips to her neck.

"Babe, the girls are coming in 2 hours." She stopped you.

"I know."

"And you just cook the breakfast."

"I think I can do something in a little more than an hour, so let's have a little time for us." You said lifting her from the chair made her yelp and almost let her phone slip.

"Twenty minutes." She whispered firmly, just a few centimeters away from your lips.

"Twenty minutes." You agreed before leading her to the bedroom.

~~~

Twenty minutes later, you were both in the bathroom taking a bath, and she was sitting in front of you with her back against your chest. You were playing with her hands and the water, trying to steal some kisses between her giggles.

"Did you finish packing your things?" You asked, and she hummed to reply. "Are you sure? Did you pack some tissues? Alana said it was really cold there during this period of the year."

"Yes, don't worry. I checked everything twice." She replied, you wanted to say something, but she cut you off. "No, I'll not unpack everything to let you check." She prevented you.

You sighed and landed your head on her shoulder. "I'm just worried, mi corazon. The last time you flew somewhere without me, you almost forgot your passport." You reminded her, and she chuckled.

"Yes, but don't worry, Lauren will not let it happen again." She joked, and you nodded.

"Okay, I love being here with you, but we will have a lot of hungry girls in one hour, and I need to start to cook." You said getting out of the bathtub.

"How can I help you now?" Chloe asked again.

You thought a moment before replying, "Nothing; just stay there and look good for me." You said and gave her a little on her forehead.

"There is someone who's really looking good right now." She replied with a flirtatious tone.

"Pervert!" You shot just before taking your towel and leaving the room.

~~~

An hour later, you were finishing a paella request by almost every girl while you were making conversation with the citizen until someone rang at the door. When Chloe opened the door, she was met with none less than ten girls chatting loudly. You smiled when you heard the noises coming from the living room. You didn't have time to go to the kitchen before hearing two voices enter the room.

"Y/n!!" Georgia called you very excited.

"Why do you always look surprised to see me, knowing I almost live here?" You asked and accepted her hug.

"I missed you." The midfielder said.

"Me too, pequeña soldadera (little warrior)."

"You still use this Spanish nickname?"

"Always." You said with a cocky smile before walking to the other girl in the room. "Hola, I didn't think you would come." You said to Leila, your national teammates, well, not anymore because you were one of 'The 15'.

"Where do you want me to be? I mean, I'll never say no to free food and cooking by the best Spanish cooker in Manchester, no, in England." The older defender said.

"You say it because Ona came back to Barça?" You asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Maybe." She replied, almost questioning herself; you gasped and playfuly slapped her arm.

"Don't worry, Y/n, you're still my favourite Spanish cooker." Georgia said while the three of you were joining the others in the kitchen.

"You say that because you don't have any Spanish teammates in Munich." You replied, and the girls laughed.

In the living room, there were more guests than you planned. There were Ella Toone, Alessia Russo, Maya Le Tissier, Katie Zelem, and Mary Earps, your Manchester's players friends—well, it was no longer valid for Alessia—and there were Chloe's City's teammates: Alana Kennedy, Lauren Hemp, Alex Greenwood, Laila Ouahabi, Laia Alexandri, and Esme Morgan. And some pluses: Keira Walsh and Lucy Bronze were here because they were ex-city players; McKenzie Arnold, who was brought by Alana (you always liked her, so why not); and of course your best friend Georgia Stanway, who brought Leah Williamson to complete their famous trio.

"Now that I see it from here, it's a lot of people." Laila said.

"You even invited some people who don't play for Manchester." Georgia commented, referring to McKenzie and Leah. You and the defender just looked at her before exchanging a confused look.

"A veces me pregunto cómo se hicieron mejores amigos. (Sometimes I'm really wondering how you two became best friends.)" The older woman said to you.

"¿Por qué? técnicamente no es falso. (Why? Technically, it's not false.)" You replied before a body crashed against you. "Wow, calmate Ella." You said laughing a little.

"Please tell me you'll choose the right Manchester." The offensive midfielder whispered to you with a big pout.

"Uh, yes? I mean, yeah, but why do you ask?"

"The girls find an article saying that since Ona made her comeback in Barcelona, you could leave too." Alessia informed you. In the corner of the couch, almost no one noticed, but Chloe tensed when she heard what Alessia said—almost no one because Laia wrapped an arm around the winger to ease her mind.

"Okay, I don't know what you're talking about, but let's eat because it'll get cold." You avoided the question, and that didn't go unnoticed by three players.

After eating in a very good atmosphere, you spent all your time cuddling Chloe and making jokes with Leah and Laila about the fact that you weren't selected for the World Cup. Some girls decided to watch a movie, and you happily agreed. You were in the kitchen making some snacks when you heard someone clearing their throats. Before hearing some footsteps, you turned around to see Ella, Georgia, and Laila exchanging looks.

"Are you alright, girls?" You asked a little confused.

"Y/n, can we talk?" The Red Devil asked a little shyly.

"Yeah, I just need to give this to the girls." You said referring to the plate of snacks in front of you.

"Yes, of course, we will wait." Georgia said you noticed something strange in her tone, but you didn't question it. Only two minutes later, you were back in the room with the three women.

You sat beside Ella in front of Georgia and Laila. "Is there something wrong?" You asked when none of them spoke.

"Y/n, we've known each other for a long time now, don't we?" Ella asked, and you nodded.

You clearly remember the day you met her for the first time and the time you became friends. It was during the season 17/18, you just left Athletico Madrid to try your luck in England at Everton. There you met Chloe for the first time, and it instantly clicked; it was love at first sight. For Tooney, you met her the first time you played against her, when she was playing for the other team in Manchester.

For Georgia, you met her in the street of the city before you saw her again on the pitch, but she was very kind with you, and for someone who had been in a new country for only a few months, you were very grateful. She helped you progress in English, and she even gave you some advice with your girlfriend when she was just your crush.

And for Laila, you met her for the first time while you visited your sister in Spain while she was playing for Barça. When you made your first step on the senior national team, she helped you (with your sister, Jeni, and Alexia, of course) with everything and every question, and you both play as defenders, so you trained together. When she came to Manchester, Mapi made a promise to take care of you, even if it was you who helped her the most when she was still installing.

"Yeah?" You replied, a little unsure of where it would end.

"So can you be honest with us? So about earlier, you know we will not be angry if you leave." Laila reassured you.

"Yeah, I know it's just that everything is complicated, and I don't want to leave Chloe." You said. Talking about her, your girlfriend was about to make her way in the kitchen, but she stopped when she heard her name. She knew it was very bad, but she couldn't help herself.

"Is it Barcelona?" Georgia asked, and you nodded, making the midfielder grumble, "Why do they want you when they already signed Ona?"

"Because we didn't play at the same position." You said. "But they're not the only ones who made offers. There are also Wolfsburg and Paris Saint Germain."

"Why don't you come with me to Bayern?"

"No, if you need to leave, you should come to Manchester City."

"Or you can join me here."

"Okay girls, let's forget about it; they gave me until the end of the month to accept it or not. Now, let's just watch a movie and chill until you have to leave." You stopped their debate. Before you could see her, Chloe quickly came back on the couch beside Lauren, and you sat on her other side.

The rest of the day, your girlfriend seemed preoccupied by something, but she refused to tell you what.

The lunch was very cool; everybody was happy, and the girls didn't split anything. The next day, the girls had to leave, and you had a flight to Spain that you couldn't miss.

~~~

Your holidays were pretty good; you were just enjoying life with your sister, but somewhere you were missing your girlfriend. Because the World Cup was in New Zealand and Australia, you weren't awake at the same time.

On the other side of the world, Chloe was missing you, really missing you. She could handle every time you spent your holiday in Spain with your family, but now it wasn't a holiday for her, and you should be here with your national team. Unfortunately for her, every time she thought she couldn't miss you more, Lauren James, and Niamh were talking about you.

For you, after a week and a half in Spain, you had to fly back to England before going to Australia. You arrived in Australia between two matches of the Lionesses and, more importantly, just two days before the public training.

Knowing you would come to their training session, Lauren Hemp and Ella couldn't stop teasing Chloe about how much she missed you.

At the training, everyone was more focused knowing that it was public. You successfully found a place not so far from the ground as to not be immediately recognized. Chloe nailed it pretty well; she had only one thing on her mind: finish this and quickly come back to the hotel to call you.

When training finished, the citizen stayed behind to talk with fans and take pictures. She was not alone because Georgia and Ella were following her and, most importantly, looking for you. Stopping in front of a group of girls, the three started to do as usual until something caught Georgia's attention.

"Hey, look at that," she said to Ella, holding a Manchester City shirt someone gave her.

"It's the new one." Ella commented, and the Red Devil turned the shirt to find a big surprise. The two midfielders exchanged a confused look before looking at the crowd and finally seeing you.

"No way," Georgia whispered.

"It's a betrayal." You saw Ella mouthing Being too focused on you, they didn't see their teammates coming until the shirt slipped out of the Bayern player's hand.

"Where did you find that?" Chloe asked, but she didn't wait for answers before starting to sign it. It was just after she finished that she decided to look at the back. She paused for a moment. She thought it was a mistake or just a joke until she heard someone speak.

"I hope you like my surprise." You said this after you noticed she was too stunned to speak. Hearing your voice brought the winger back to reality; she looked at you, more surprised and happy than she ever was.

She didn't wait too long before she trapped you in a bone-crushing hug. You stayed like this for a few seconds until she pulled away, immediately closing the gap between you with a lovely kiss.

"I missed you too, mi corazon." You said after you pulled away when oxygen was needed.

"But what are you doing here, and most importantly, what is this?" She asked and showed you the shirt she just signed.

"Let's just say that I have a new team, and I wanted to announce it to you before you see it on the internet." You replied.

"So it's not a joke? We'll really play together next season?" She asked like it was the most unthinkable thing in the world.

"Yes, we will." You confirmed.

"But, Barcelona, and your sister?"

"Well, yeah, I'm really impatient to play with my sister again, but I think it can wait a little longer. And technically, I'm more related to Athletico Madrid than Barça."

"I don't know what to say. It's incredible; I would never believe that this day would come." She cupped your face and pressed her lips against yours just before being interrupted by her teammate.

"Traitor!" Ella yelled, making you laugh.

"Don't worry, I have another one for you." You said before throwing a shirt at her. She made a fake disgusting face, making you laugh again.

"I only keep it because you're my best friend." The United's players informed you.

"Yeah, yeah, but don't forget you also played for them."

"Sorry, I can't hear you." She said with her hands pressing against her ears.

"Okay, now I think you need to go, but don't worry, I'll come stay there to hopefully see you lift the trophy." You said to your girlfriend before giving her a last peck on the lips.

"I already miss you." The blonde striker said.

"I know; now go and win this for us."

"I promise."

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jsprnt · 1 year ago

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Healing Hearts PT.10 | Virgil van Dijk

Would a fresh start bring you more than just a new job?

WC: 3.694

Summary: Y/N L/N is a very skilled and praised physiotherapist. A certain event pushing her for a fresh start, as a physiotherapist for Liverpool FC. One question always being in the back of her mind: Will she be able to let go of her past and allow herself to experience new things?

"There is no way he's that stupid." She exclaims, pulling her knees up to her chest. Her eyes focused onto the TV in front of her while she pops some fruit into her mouth.

Virgil stares at her, hearing her comment. His face twisting in confusion. Their bodies close to each other, on the sofa. The city view sparkling behind her.

"Why? He's trying to save himself." He says, trying to argue.

"Because everyone knows if you split up you'll get murdered by the psycho killer!" She tuts, shaking her head.

He clicks his tongue, eyes back on the horror movie he had chosen.

So much for inviting him, and he chose a horror movie? She thinks, trying hold back a yelp as thecharacter on the screen gets caught.

"I swear- gross, why's he stabbing her fifty times. ENOUGH." She says, her hands coming op to cover her sight.

The screen switches back to another character, running in the woods, the sound of panting and crunchy leaves flooding their eardrums.

"Run, don't look back!" She shouts, sitting up and getting way to invested.

His eyes drift from the screen, landing on her frame. He realizes, even though he chose the movie, it doesn't seem to be that interesting as her commentary and facial expressions are.

"Oh he's safe?" She questions, leaning forward.

The screen suddenly flashes, and the killer immediately kills the character on the screen.

"Oh shit-" she shouts almost knocking over the marble table. Her body instinctively curling up, and burying her head in between the sofa cushion and Virgil’s broad chest.

He freezes, though a sudden smug feeling creeps up his chest. His plan had definitely worked out, even though she'd bluffed about not being scared earlier. His hand comes up to her back, comfortingly running his hands over it while reassuring her with soft whispers.

Her heartbeat picks up, whether it was because of the bloody scene on the TV or the actual situation she'd put herself in wasn't exactly clear to her. Even going as far as mindlessly grabbing onto his bicep and gripping it for dear life.

A grown woman, scared of some fake blood. You've done it again, y/n. She thinks, embarrassment creeping up her face.

She pulls back a little, head down in shame. Not wanting to make eye contact.

He raises a brow, his hand traveling to her chin, gently raising her head to look up at him.

Her reluctant eyes meet his brown ones.

"You okay? I'll turn it off if you want me to." He says, a twinge of concern in his voice.

"No- It's fine, just got umh- startled." She mumbles, head whipping away from his hold, back to the TV.

A deep chuckle leaves his lips, her not-really-unbothered state leaving him to stare at her.

She shuffles awkwardly, not allowing herself to remove her eyes from the screen this time. Waiting for something else to happen to make a comment about, hoping he'll forget whatever it was that she unconsciously did.

"He's not killing her?" He asks, trying to return the mood into what it was before, glancing at her side profile.

"He likes her?!" She gasps, standing up from the sofa in shock.

"He killed everyone to be with her? Well, her friends literally betrayed her anyways." He says, eyes on her.

"Wait- that's kind of-" she mumbles, catching herself.

"You said what?" He asks, hearing her mumble.

"That's insane but it's kind of- romantic." She sits, back on the sofa, eyes following the characters on the screen. A sudden make out session breaking out.

"Oh-" she mutters, normally kissing scenes had her kicking her feet in giddiness. But now, with Virgil sitting next to her she froze. Her face turning hot.

"Romantic yeah?" He says, face turning towards her, noticing her demeanor change.

She whips her head around, their eyes locking.

She clears her throat, trying to ease the tension.

"Why? Are you looking for tips or something?" She teases, her expression changing.

"Don't kill me Mister!" She mocks, hands coming up in surrender.

"Hm you wish." He mumbles, face closer to hers now. She chuckles, noticing the movie credits roll in her peripheral vision.

She watches him, her eyes traveling down to his black shirt clad chest, where she'd just placed her head onto.

He smirks, noticing her wandering eyes. Taking in her looks, black satin pajama pants and a T-shirt on her figure.

She winces suddenly, her hands coming down her abdomen in reflex.

Oh my god, did I get my period?

She thinks, a panicked feeling taking over.

He stares at her in concern, his hand now on her arm.

"What's wrong y/n?" He asks, studying her face, looking for any more signs of distress.

"I'm fine, I'll be back. Hold on." She blurts, rushing into the bathroom.

She shuts the door abruptly, leaving him on the couch in confusion and growing worry.

She shuts the door and immediately checks.

Thanking her past self for remembering to pack products. She walks out shortly after, forgetting to put the unused products and painkillers away. Leaving them on the bathroom counter.

Not that she cared, they were both too grown to be embarrassed by it.

He watches her frame come back into his vision. Deciding to not ask about whatever just happened.

She stands in front of him, stretching her arms above her head. Her shirt lifting up unbeknownst to her, revealing a horizontal scar on her side.

"Do you want to watch another mov-"

"What is that?" He questions, his eyes focused on her exposed side.

"What are you-" she follows his gaze, seeing her wrinkled top, moving her hands down straighten it.

"The scar?" She asks, settling onto the sofa again. She leans her head on the cushions.

"It's just from surgery when I was baby." She answers nonchalantly, picking up the remote to click through the wide catalog of movies.

"Was it serious?" He asks carefully, not wanting to pry but being way too curious to let it go.

"I developed a cyst in my left kidney when I was in the womb and it caused it to malfunction." She replies, thoughts occupied by the dilemma of choosing a romance or an action movie.

"They decided to remove the kidney because, they didn't have enough research to prove it wouldn’t cause problems down the road."

He stares at her while the words fall off of her lips, starting to feel pity for the girl.

"So- are you sick?" He asks hesitantly, confused by her casual tone.

She finally turns her head to look him in his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Why? Are you worried about me?" She asks, her eyes practically smiling due to the grin on her face.

His expression turns serious, grabbing her arm and gently pulling her closer to him.

"y/n I'm being dead serious right now." He tells her, their proximity making her hold her breath for a moment.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." She says, her hand coming to pat his hand that's on his knee.

"I haven't felt a side effect at all. I'm healthy, as far as I'm concerned."

A relieved sigh leaves his lips, his eyes moving down to look at their hands on top of each other.

He doesn't utter a single word.

"Should we- watch this movie?" She suggests.

He looks up at her, realizing he'd been staring without word.

"Yeah, let me just go the the bathroom. You can choose the movie."

I watch y/n nod, and stand up. Feeling her eyes on me as walk into the bathroom.

I get up to the sink, washing my hands and fixing my appearance a little.

I look around for a towel, my wet hands hovering in front of me, but my eyes don't catch a towel, instead my eyes fixate on a opened period product and a pack of painkillers.

That's why she'd been carrying around snacks? Her cravings? Not to mention her mood had been changing, I mean she'd cried just a while ago over room service.

I decide to dry my hands off with paper towels instead, opening the door and walking back.

"You know, I wanted to get a tattoo on my scar."

She says, removing her attention from the TV.

Not that her full attention was on the movie, no. She regularly tried to sneak a glance at him. Folding up her legs, and leaning her side against the cushion.

"Yeah? Why didn't you?" He asks, hypnotized by the sheer beauty of her eyes.

"Well, I don't know. I guess I was scared of the pain? And I'm just really ticklish, so I would've probably punched the tattoo artist out of reflex."

He chuckles at her, watching her eyes sparkle at sound of his laugh.

"But you have a whole sleeve! It definitely hurt didn't it?" She points to his arm, adorned with black ink work. An intricate piece of his story, displayed on his arm. So detailed the beginning and end couldn't be seen at first glance.

He extends his tanned arm, showing it off to her.

"Not really, didn't hurt at all."

"You're lying!" She exclaims, biting back a laugh.

"I've seen you flinch when getting your blood drawn." She accuses, her face close to his.

"You must've seen wrong then." He replies denying.

"Can I?" She asks, pointing to his tattoo's.

He nods, watching her move closer to him.

She pulls his arm closer to her lap, resting it on her upper thigh. Starting to delicately trace the black lines with her index finger while analyzing them.

"They're pretty." She mumbles.

His breath catches in his throat at the feeling, brown eyes fluttering shut for a moment. His spine tingling due to the feeling.

"You okay?" She whispers, looking up.

"Hm?" he mumbles, trying to find the answer to her question. The pad of his thumb gently brushing against her leg.

"It feels good, when you touch me." He replies, his voice deeper and raspy.

She feels his touch, the heat in between them heightening when she hears his low voice.

Her eyes flicker from his arm to his face.

He smiles at her, soft exhale leaving his lips, a darkened look in his eyes.

"Is this romantic enough?"

He whispers, his eyes low and on her face.

The warmth of his words, sends a shiver down her spine. The heat creeping up her body and face.

"Try harder.”

His hand travels from her thigh to the small of her back, pulling her closer with his inked arm. She raises her hands, instinctively brushing her fingers against his jaw, caressing her thumb against the stubble.

The fanning of his breath against her mouth sending her heart racing, and no doubt was his.

"Kiss me."

She whispers, a sultry tone in her longing words.

Her hand grips the back of his T-shirt, fingers digging into the fabric. The other traveling down to his muscular chest, resting against it.

Her lips part, her eyes fluttering shut.

He leans in, his plump lips meeting her soft ones.

Her breath hitches in the back of her throat, as his tongue brushes against her bottom lip. His hand travels to her waist, gripping it tenderly.

"I love you."

She grips onto his shirt tighter, a deep grunt leaving his lips as they deepen the kiss. Leaving no room for breathing.

His hand travels underneath her thigh, swiftly lifting her up and placing her on his lap. She groans softly against him as she straddles him. His hands squeezing the plumpness of her thigh.

"I love you too."

He pulls away, time stopping for a moment as they look at each other. Tired gasps leaving their bruised lips.

"Was that romantic enough?"

He whispers.

Her hands travel to his nape, a soft chuckle leaving her lips.

"Hm you can try again next time."

She teases, laughing a little harder at his expression. Her head falling in between the crook of his neck, causing his own chest to vibrate with her laughter.

"You're such a flirt." He says sarcastically, though he can't help but smile at the sound of her laughter.

Virgil runs his hand on her side softly, tracing his thumb over the white scar. The ridden up shirt allowing their skin to make contact.

She sighs at the feeling, her growing lower-back pain also getting alleviated. She sinks her head to his chest, face flush against it.

They sit in each other arms for a while, soft whispers spoken in between them.

“If that wasn’t romantic enough, can you be my girlfriend so I can try harder next time?”

“Thought you would never ask.” She says, laughing into his chest.

He glances at the time, clicking his tongue with realization with how much time had already passed.

"Are you sleepy?"

He asks, leaning down to leave a tender kiss on her forehead.

She doesn't respond, only nodding her head. Her fingers lightly smoothing over his skin.

"y/n? I have to leave."

He says abruptly, and she whines in protest.

"You have to?"

She knows he has to leave, because who wouldn't find it weird if the physiotherapist and team captain emerged from her room together the next morning?

He runs a comforting hand down her back, and she lifts her head. He wraps his arm around her back, getting off of the couch with her entangled in his arms.

Virgil brings her up to her bed, places her down gently. Remembering she was on her period, so he had to be extra careful.

"You'll go and wash up now yeah?"

"I will, don't worry."

She yawns, her hand comes up to run a hand over her face.

He smiles down at her, leaning forward to leave a kiss on her cheek. Telling her he'll see her tomorrow, followed by the sound of the door closing.

We kissed, and- said "I love you" to each other.

Those are the only thoughts occupying my brain at this moment. We'd done all of that-

I throw myself back onto the bed, kicking my feet in excitement. Now- we’re a thing?

Shit. I didn't think I'd be jumping into a relationship- or at least, this fast.

I can't help but let my thoughts flow and wander, making me bite my lip.

I should- just get ready for bed. Right, so I'm not tired like when arriving to Linz. Either way, this will be a long night of just thinking.

My heart beats quicker at the thought of seeing

y/n's pretty face. Though, I'm left confused when I don't see her in the hotel restaurant for breakfast.

She came up very early yesterday. I glance around again, deciding to call her phone instead.

The ringing goes into voicemail and I twist my face into worry. I take a sharp breath, opting to swiftly go up to her room.

I get to her door, knock multiple times. Trying to not be too loud in case I'd attract attention.

"y/n? Open your door." I insist, grabbing my phone out of my pocket, but I freeze in my place when I hear a thud and a soft mumble of my name. I furrow my eyebrows, calling out to her again. I groan, getting increasingly concerned, knocking harder.

The door suddenly opens, a sliver allowing me to see y/n standing in front of it.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

I say, pushing the door open carefully, only for her to stumble towards me. I gasp, cradling her body in my arms towards the bed, shutting the door with the kick of my foot.

I watch her face scrunch up, a wince leaving her lips.

"I'm just cramping." She says, pain in her voice.

I look around the room for a moment, placing a hand on her cheek. Her suitcase looked ready and packed next to the door. She must've been ready to leave.

"Have you had any painkillers?" I ask her.

She shakes her head, her body curling up.

"There's some paracetamol in the bathroom."

I quickly walk in the bathroom, spotting the pack of paracetamol I’d also seen last night and grabbing it. Retrieving a bottle of water from the mini-fridge.

"Here, I'm going to need you to sit up for me. Can you do that for me?" I say, watching her nod as I support her back.

I realize her hands are shaking, and opt to place to painkiller in her mouth myself and hold up the water bottle for her to take a sip.

"Hold out for me yeah? You'll feel better in a bit.

I say, caressing her back repeatedly. My heart cracking at sight of her in pain.

"It hurts." She says, her voice cracking as tears collect in the sides of her eyes. I run my thumb along her cheeks, feeling useless but hoping my touch will offer some sort of comfort.

A half an hour must've past before she started to feel less pain. She sits up carefully, my hand supporting her back.

"I feel much better- we should leave."

I stop her from getting up.

"It's okay we have more time. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, sorry for worrying you." She mumbles, looking up to me with soft eyes.

"It's alright, as long as you're fine."

I plant a kiss on her cheeks, softly caressing the small of her back.

Our plane lands back in Liverpool. I look to my side glancing at a sleeping Virgil. He'd been worrying and asking about how I felt during the entirety of the flight. I had finally forced him to take a nap himself, knowing he probably didn't sleep much last night.

He went lengths to make sure I was alright. I had whispered multiple times I was okay. Though, it didn't stop him from being very attentive.

I urged him to not make our relationship obvious, that would be last thing I would want to happen.

Especially, since I didn't want it to become known to paparazzi and the public. They would obviously tear me apart, just by their opinions and headlines alone.

We immediately collect our luggage after landing. I drag my suitcase behind me as the staff and players walk back into their respective cars. I look around to see Virgil, spotting him right behind me.

"Are you going straight to your apartment?" He asks, looking at me with a smile.

"I am. You aren't going home?” I ask, raising my eyebrow at him.

"I will."

He leans down slightly, looking around before wrapping his arm around my back.

"You'll be fine alone?" He says, voice soft, still managing to have a deep-tone.

"You've got to chill. I'm not made of glass." I state, a smile tugging at my lips.

Virgil watches y/n's name pop up on his screen as he takes a left turn. He clicks 'accept' and returns his attention on to the road again.

"y/n?" He calls out to her, waiting for her to respond.

Though, he doesn't hear anything but the sound of haggard breathing.

Virgil glances at the screen, raising the volume of the audio.

"y/n? What is it?" Another beat of silence, then a soft whimper.

"Someone broke in. Everything is a mess." She whispers, a terrifying panic in her voice.

He whips his head down at the screen, his heart squeezing in horror, immediately making a turn, trying to get to her house instead of his.

"Where? Are you home?" He asks, nothing on his mind except trying to get to her faster.

"Yes- I think they’re still in the house. I'm hiding- in the closet." She whispers, and another surge of panic flows through his veins.

"Okay lock the door and stay there. Don't hang up. Hang on for me baby."

He doesn't process the words leaving his lips, frustration gnawing at him at every red light he crosses.

"y/n did you call the police?" He questions, biting the inside of his cheek.

"I did." She whispers, another whimper leaving her lips.

"I'm near, don't worry baby. Don't panic." He replies.

She replies a couple minutes later that the police had arrived, prompting her to hang up after she insisted to him that she would be safe.

Virgil finally gets to her apartment in ten minutes, instead of his normal twenty minutes. Parking quickly and asking her for the padlock code.

He gets up quickly, seeing her apartment door wide and open. He pants, fear and worry closing up his throat. The place is a mess, and he spots a disheveled looking y/n on the couch, a female officer trying to calm her down while others walk around to investigate.

He calls out to her, walking towards her.

"y/n." He breaths out, seeing her jump up from her seat. He engulfs her in a tight hug, his arms wrapping around her. He tries to calm himself down, knowing his panic wouldn't help her.

"You okay?" He asks, pulling back to watch her face. He cups her cheeks, looking for any signs of injury.

She nods, and he breathes out in relief, cuddling her face closer to him and planting a kiss on her lips.

His eyes shift to the officers behind her, realizing they probably recognized him by the look in their eyes. Though, that's not important to him as he starts to question them. Fear and worry turning into anger and protectiveness.

"Did you catch the motherfucker?" He asks, a sternness in his voice. Not bothering for any formalities.

He watches an officer clear their throat, walking up closer to give him a hand.

"I'm detective Baron. We haven't caught the suspect as we entered when they had left. Though, from the answers we got from your uh- girlfriend, we think it might have been targeted." She says, eyeing the couple.

Virgil looks down at y/n, his hands coming to hold onto her shoulders firmly.

"You're staying at my place until they figure out who it was, no arguing."

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the-offside-rule · 2 years ago

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Football Oneshots Masterlist

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Liverpool

Andy Robertson - An Evening In

Andy Robertson - Silent Night

Harvey Elliott - Fall Into Me

Trent Alexander Arnold - Not So Expected

Trent Alexander Arnold - Dinner

Trent Alexander Arnold - Mastermind

Trent Alexander Arnold - Feel Better (smut)

Trent Alexander Arnold - Jolly

Trent Alexander Arnold - Good Cop, Bad Cop

Ajax

Jordan Henderson - Emergency? (smut)

FCBarcelona

Eric García - Chaos

Fermín Lopez - loml (smut)

Fermín Lopez - Just A Crush

Frenkie De Jong - Swift Coded

Frenkie De Jong - Baking

Hector Fort - Early Mornings

Pablo Gavi - Dancing In The Dark

Pablo Gavi - Kiss & Tell

Pablo Gavi - Sorpresa

Pablo Gavi - Think Again

Pablo Gavi - For Forever

Pablo Gavi - This Is Nice

Pablo Gavi - Skating Rink

Pablo Gavi - My Golden Boy

Pablo Gavi - Love Lies (smut)

Pablo Gavi - Fangirl

Pablo Gavi - Don't Start

Pablo Gavi - Fantasize pt.1 [smau]

Pablo Gavi - Double Trouble

Pablo Gavi - Sunburn [headcanon]

Pablo Gavi - Jealousy Jealousy

Pablo Gavi - Coffee Date

Pau Cubarsí - Wake Up Call

Pedri Gonzalez - Real Life Lessons

Pedri Gonzalez - Worried Much?

Pedri Gonzalez - Ladrona

Pedri Gonzalez - Smiler

Pedri Gonzalez - Little Imperfections

Pedri Gonzalez - Bakery

Pedri Gonzalez - Stuck With You

Pedri Gonzalez - What Stays In The Camp Nou (smut)

Pedri Gonzalez - Holy

Pedri Gonzalez - Baila Conmigo

Pedri Gonzalez - Duolingo

Pedri Gonzalez - Until I Found You ft. Ferran Torres

Pedri Gonzalez - Peek-a-boo

Pedri Gonzalez - Punto De Vista

Pedri Gonzalez - Come With Me

Pedri Gonzalez - Quiet

Pedri Gonzalez - Nobody Gets Me [smau]

Pedri Gonzalez - Let Her Go

Robert Lewandowski - A City We Barely Know

FCPorto

Nico Gonzalez - New City, New Faces

Newcastle FC

Anthony Gordon - Freezin'

Anthony Gordon - Uh-Oh

Anthony Gordon - The Forward Type

LA Galaxy

Riqui Puig - Surprise

Brighton

Evan Ferguson - Fairytale of New York

Arsenal FC

Declan Rice - Cupid and Psyche

Declan Rice - Triumph

Martin Ødegaard - Isn't It Strange?

Martin Ødegaard - Pinnekjøtt

Real Madrid

Jude Bellingham - When We Were Young

Jude Bellinagham - An Unexpected Gift

Jude Bellingham - Moving

Jude Bellingham - Stop Thinking

Jude Bellingham - Dorada

Kylian Mbappe - The Lights of Paris

Kylian Mbappe - Midnight

Paris Saint Germain

Marco Asensio - Jo Soc Culer (smut)

Manchester United

Alejandro Garnacho - Admire Me Later

Alejandro Garnacho - Cuffin' Season

Gary Neville - Are You Sure?

Mason Mount - Late

Mason Mount - Coffee Talks

Mason Mount - Silent Treatment

Mason Mount - Play Pretend

Mason Mount - Theatre of Dreams

Manchester City

Jack Grealish - School

Jack Grealish - Snowman

Ruben Dias - Test

Atheltico Madrid

Julian Alvarez - Feliz Navidad

Rodrigo Riquelme - Elevator Secrets

Rodrigo Riquelme - Falling For You

Sporting Club

Francisco Trincao - Birthday Cake

Lyon

Houssem Aouar - Emotional Support Person

Chelsea FC

Ben Chilwell - Baby Wrap

Joao Felix - Unrequited Love

João Felix - Fatherhood

João Félix - Pai

Marc Guiu - i like the way you kiss me pt.2

Marc Guiu - Espresso

Juventus

Kenan Yildiz - Let Me Help

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Buzzkill (Trent Alexander-Arnold)

A/N: Warnings: unnecessarily angry Y/N (ur a bitch) Y/N's POV:

It was media day. I was dreading this day. The boys, however, loved it. They loved spending time with each other, but the blood, sweat, and tears they had to put into training everyday made it slightly miserable for them. Media day was a day for them to spend time together. They get to goof off together all day. The only work they would be doing for the entirety of the day would be posing for pictures.

On the other hand, for me, media day was a nightmare. As the media manager of Liverpool FC, this day was MY day. Everything I say goes. With that comes a lot of work. From approving outfits to keeping the boys from flipping off the camera, out of my 9 months in total of working a year(idk if that is normal i dont work), media days are most important. Trent insists on torturing me on this day alone. He is normally a very calm being, but on this day, he's the devil in disguise.

I'm sitting at my table that is set up right behind the set where Cody and Virgil are posing for their photos. I ignore the lights flashing in my peripheral vision and continue flicking through the hundreds of photos, trying to narrow it down to the best 10. "Y/N, I just wanted to run these by you." Maggie comes up to me with her camera and scrolls through countless photos. "You have to up the exposure. They're too dark. " I reply to her. She goes back to Virgil and Cody and tells them they're done for the day. They walk off set and back into the gaming room with the rest of the boys. I stand up to get the next group of guys.

I walk into the gaming room. All I can hear is curses and screaming. A very intense game of fifa is going on along with a game of chess. "Trent, your turn. Come on." I say looking up from my clipboard and around the room, looking for the man I'm talking to. He looks up from his chess game and locks eyes with me. Hearts floating in his eyes, he says, "Hmm? What did you say?" "Get up, Trent. I don't have time." I say, bitterly. He stands up, noticing my frustrated state, and starts walking with me towards the set. "What's got you in a twist?" He asks me, his hand moving up my back to comfort me. "Nothing. Hey, stop it!" I snap at him, typing away on my phone. I don't hear a cheeky remark, so I decide to look up at Trent. He's looking at me with puppy eyes, genuinely hurt. "Hey, I'm sorry. I'm just really stressed out. I'm loosing my mind here, Trent." I sigh. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. You didn't deserve that." He stays quiet, but the way his eyes soften tells me he forgives me.

I'm back to my computer and Trent is laughing away, taking photos with the boss. "Is everyone done?" Trent asks Maggie. "Yeah, we're all done." Maggie replies. "Can we mess around a bit?" Trent asks me for my approval. "Yeah, whatever. But, Maggie, give me the SD card." I say, shooing Trent away. Maggie gives me the SD card and I put it into my computer, finally having most of the photos. The only ones we need now are the group photos, then this nightmare of a day will be over.

"Baby, get in here!" Trent yells across the room to me. Him, Jurgen, and Virgil are giggling like school girls, taking silly photos. Trent knows I don't like it when he calls me that at work. I get enough shit for being appointed as manager straight out of college and coincidentally being Trent Alexander-Arnold's girlfriend. I don't need to be accused of being unprofessional now, too.

I can feel my ears steaming and my face turning red. I simply ignore him to try to keep calm. I already snapped at him for being concerned about me, I don't need to do it again. "Y/N!! C'mon!!" Trent yells. "Don't be a buzzkill!" One of the boys says. Those words ring through my ears. Me? A buzzkill? I could've been out of here, editing the photos in peace. Having a nice cup of tea and cuddling with my boyfriend. Not with Mr. Trent Alexander-Arnold, legendary Liverpool player that doesn't have time to spend his breaks with his girlfriend. I could be at home with Trentski. The one that needs comfort and cuddles onto me like a koala, not the one that won't bat an eyelid at me because his friends are around.

But, no. I'm here. Because I let these boys mess around and have some fun. But, I'm a buzzkill? I stand up from my seat and the chair nearly flips backward. The giggles and chatter instantly stop. "All of you. Back in the room, now." Pointing at the boys, leaving Jurgen out. (jurgen disrespect will not be tolerated here) "Y/N, listen. We were just messing aroun-" Trent tries to keep me from blowing up. He can sense how angry I am. "Now." I interrupt him, coldly. "But baby I-" "GO." I raise my voice, slightly. Not enough to be considered a scream, but enough to convey my anger. The boys walk back into the game room with their heads down. Jurgen comes up to me and puts his hand on my shoulder. I look up at him and he gives me a "It'll all be okay" look. I nod at him and smile.

I step outside of set to give myself a breather, as well as the crew a little time to rest before taking group photos with all the boys. Was I too hard on them? Maybe I shouldn't have gotten mad at them. All these thoughts are running through my head as I think back on Trent expressions when I yelled at them.

Trent's POV:

"You alright?" Virgil comes up to me and places a hand on my shoulder. "Yeah. I'm okay. I just feel bad. I know how stressed Y/N's been and I didn't mean to insult her." I sigh and have my head down. She's my girl, and I hurt her. Virgil tries to comfort me by telling me that she was in the wrong. In reality, I'm not trying to be right, I just want her to be happy. "Go get changed. You'll feel better." Hendo suggests. I take his advice and stand up. I'm thinking of all the way I can cheer her up. Maybe take her out for ice cream? She loves that.

Y/N's POV:

I had my breather and I feel much better now. I'm going to apologize to Trent and the boys after the shoot. Lets just get this done. I walk back onto set and head to my desk. I grab the SD card and walk over to Maggie, where she's enjoying her sandwich. "Maggie, once you're done eating get all the boys for me, yeah?" I say to her. She immediately finishes her last bite and dusts off her hands on her trousers. She brings her hand up to her mouth to cover it and says, "What for?" I then say, "For the group photos, remember?" She looks like she saw a ghost. "Oh! Yes, of course! I'll do that now!" She scurries away. Okay, that was weird.

A decent amount of time passes and no Maggie or boys are to be found. I decide to check in on them myself. I walk over to the game room and see Maggie standing outside it, staring at the door, looking frightened. "Maggie? Are you alright? Where are the boys?" I ask her, placing my hand on her back, trying to comfort her. "I think you should take a look for yourself." She says after noticing I'm not mad. She walks away. I place my hand on the door and open it. My eyes instantly fill with anger. The sight was disgusting for someone who spent hours trying to get these men ready. Most of them were half naked, the new kits they were modelling spread around the place. The one thing they had to do was be ready. "Hey, Y/N." Trent says with a smile. "What the fuck???" I question in pure confusion and anger. The team was taken back by my use of language, always insisting on staying professional. "Maggie said we were done for the day." Trent says, looking at my angry expression. "I cannot do this right now." I say throwing my hands up in defeat. I rush to set, take my laptop, SD card, and car keys and rush out the door in a fit of tears.

I'm trying to wipe away my tears with my sleeve, when I realize I forgot my jacket inside. At first, I think "Fuck it, I'll come back for it tomorrow", but then I realize what jacket it is. I wore Trent's academy hoodie, far too small for him now. "Fuck." I think to myself. I pivot myself on my heels 180 degrees and walk back into the training center. I hurriedly stomp towards where I was sitting, trying to avoid anyone and everyone. I search around my table, unable to find it. "Looking for your jacket?" I turn around to see a very apologetic looking Trent with my jacket in his hand. "Here." He hands it to me. "Thank you." I say, looking down as I walk away from him. If I look at him right now, I will break his face. He grabs ahold of my arm and brings me into a hug. I need it right now, so I don't resist. I pull away from him and he's holding my face. "I'll see you at home." I say, leaving him behind, but letting him know we're okay.

Trent's POV:

"Why was she mad?" "What happened" "Is she okay?" All these questions made me realize something. "Guys...Group photos." I say, mentally facepalming. A series of "ooohhh"s and "oh yeah"s followed that realization. "We have to do this." I say to them. They all moan and groan about not wanting to and being too lazy, however make it work.

"Maggie, we have to do these photos for Y/N." I say to her in a panic. "I would, if I could Trent, but she took the SD card." She says, defeatedly. I know she's been working so hard today as well. "Here, use this. Everyone in positions!!" I shove my phone at her and turn back to the boys who are in their designated spots, like Y/N showed us a while back. Maggie giggles at me slightly, but takes the photos. She does the best she can with the phone. "Alright, now a heart." I say to the boys after taking the serious photos. I think this will make Y/N feel loved by us.

After the photos are taken, I get changed again and head home. I stop by a flower shop and buy her a bouquet of her favorite flowers. I get her some snacks and sweets on the way home as well. I finally get home and open the front door. There she is, on the couch, looking so exhausted. "Hey, baby." She looks up at me, tucked in her blanket. "Hey." She says, so tiredly. I know she's mad at me. She just doesn't have the energy to fight me right now.

Y/N's POV:

I'm so sleepy. Trent got me flowers. "I'm sorry for getting so mad and frustrated today." I say, opening up my banket cocoon for him to join me on our abnormally wide couch. "I know how hard you were working. I'm so sorry it didn't go smoothly baby." He's so sweet. He got yelled at all day, and now he's apologizing to me. "If it makes you feel any better, I managed to get the group photos taken. They were taken on my phone, so they're not amazing, but it's what we got. Wanna see?" He did that for me? "Baby, I love you so much. Thank you. I could care less about how they look right now. I'm just glad it got taken." I say, dozing off into his chest. "C'mon, Y/N/N. Let's get you to bed." Is the last thing I heard. The perfect ending to the not so perfect day.

A/N: First post on tumblr.

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And because I am lucky I get two 😊 would love to see one for Jordan Henderson where he’s dating a football pundit (she also played but suffered a career ending injury) who works for Sky and Carra basically adopted her as his daughter

No worries if the ideas don’t work, do what works best for you!

I know Alex doesn’t work for Sky but she’s so stunning <333 I had to use her - I tried to fit in some Jamie but im like ?? lmaoo hopefully this is okay // all photos from instagram and/or pinterest - fc: alex scott - @alexscott2 on insta!

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↪️jhenderson: they definitely don't matter 😉

23_carra: you and Jordan in the comments was not what I needed to start my day with.

↪️ youruser: sorry J! 🤣 ❤️

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stormoflina · 1 year ago

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Anon who expects load of G/A from the midfielders of Klopp's system, please don't make me wild and the rants about how much I hate some of our own players and the man himself Klopp. Klopp has PTSD about the goal scoring midfielders. Seeing Dominik and Alexis in defensive duties is a thorn in my flesh. Don't worry even if KDB and Bellingham come to Liverpool, Klopp will only give them defensive duties so even they won't get as much G/A and are only going to be worse off than Dominik and Alexis. They also will have to cover Arnold's ass tbf.

I mean this has been Klopp's system for ages, and for better or worse, but even more so for better, it has worked out very well. Sure, it's open to criticism and I understand if it's not everyone's cup of tea, but both Macca and Domi knew what to expect when they signed for the club to become a Liverpool FC midfielder. Personally, I found it very harsh to hate Klopp or certain players for this - it's a system and it's a system that works.

Still, I'm not going to lie, this season I did also found myself a couple of times frustrated with this set-up. It all comes down to the fact that there are two teams I will always support: Liverpool FC and the Hungarian National Team and in the presence of Dominik, there's now a player who plays for both teams. The thing is I don't worry much about Liverpool in the sense that I know there are world class players who can pick up the pieces and carry the team on their shoulders even if shit hits the fan. In Hungary, this responsibility in every possible sense (for now, at least) is Domi's and his only. So I did have a bit of a 'now what' moment following the Arsenal game ( the one before Christmas), after his couple of hit and miss performances. That match, the Arsenal one, was especially weird, because he was basically playing as a RB, and every good moment he had was a defensive one, meanwhile his passing, creativity, shooting was either bad or non-existent. So, yeah, what I'm trying to say is that for my own selfish reasons I do also had my fair share of bones to pick with this set-up, but I calmed down ever since haha. I love Domi as a singular player and especially as the captain of my country, but I also whole-heartedly love and support and want the best for this team, and he won’t change that. Also, I do have hope that all he needs is time to adjust and adapt and find his feet fully in this team and new role.

However, I do agree with your opinion towards Jude or any other signing really. I just don't see Klopp changing up his whole tactical system for a new player, not even for someone as good as Jude. And I mean why would he? We are at the top of the league, close to winning our first trophy this season and in for two more as well. As a team, currently this is the perfect system and even as someone, who has her own selfish reasons for wanting change for certain players, I still think it should remain how it is. Once things settle, there will always be a chance to try out new things, but not now. I just really want this team to win everything, because they deserve it so much haha.

Sorry for the rant, I'm not even sure I'm making sense, I’m tired, but even when tired I have so much to say lol.

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detroit-grand-prix · 1 year ago

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What was it like meeting Susie? #2queens 🤩

It was incredible.

I mean, it sort of took a little finessing. For one thing, I got to the event (the talk they gave at Harvard Business School) really early to scope out a seat. I brought a small gift to give her, so I wanted to figure out if there was a meet and greet or not. There wasn't, because Toto and Susie had a dinner (with the owner of Liverpool FC/The Boston Red Sox as I found out later) to get to afterward, so I asked the event staff if there was a way I could get the gift to her and they probably thought I was a psycho but it is what it is. They said they'd try their best if I found one of them after the event, but I wasn't sure if that would work very well.

Thankfully, after the event ended, they didn't leave the stage right away. They might have been trying to, I'm not sure, but Toto got caught up at the stage door with people asking for autographs and pictures with him. Thankfully, that made it so Susie was sort of standing onstage by herself for a few seconds, so I took my chance then.

I walked onto the stage (I was in one of the first few rows so it wasn't hard, and the stage was not very high) and tapped her on the shoulder, I told her I'm a big fan, and I have a small gift for her and was hoping to catch her because I didn't want to bring it all the way back to Michigan with me. She said she was surprised I would come all the way from Michigan for the event and asked how far away it was, and said something like, "So you decided to come see Toto speak?" and I told her that if it was just Toto I probably wouldn't have made the trip, but I came more to see her speak, and she seemed genuinely surprised/touched by that, and seemed really grateful/surprised that someone would make such a long trip "just" to see her. I asked very nicely if she would take a picture with me and she accepted, of course, and I thanked her profusely and walked away hoping that I didn't embarrass myself too much.

As far as the gift goes, it was a letter explaining how much her career had come to mean to me in the short time since I'd found out who she was, and a scarf/shawl/wrap thing I crocheted for her. I put my return address/email address on the letter with the hopes that I might receive a response/reply, and I never did, but that's okay - she's an incredibly busy lady and it was kind of a long shot to begin with.

Anyway, it was honestly one of the best moments of my life. I've never been one to idolize celebrities or famous people in general but Susie has become the big exception to that.

I don't know if I've ever posted these in general, or if I've just sent them to friends, but here's the little gift I put together for her. Yes, it took up all of the room in my backpack and gave me a sore back from carrying it around the city of Cambridge all day, but it was worth it.

#it really was something i'll remember for the rest of my life #sometimes i wonder what happened to the scarf though

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wyn-n-tonic · 3 years ago

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Happy Sleepover Saturday O! 💙

What's something you're looking forward to? Or your favorite HCs?

I know you're a football fan (Not American football, but I don't wanna call it soccer), who is your favorite team? I saw you getting really excited and it really made me smile big, I'm not a sports fan myself but seeing you get so into it was always a treat!

Hiii!

I've not been ✨well✨ lately so I booked myself a hair appointment with the a wonderful stylist I found around my birthday this year. She fixed my hair and helped me develop a plan to help me start growing back my hair and getting my curls back. She told me to go see her again when I couldn't run my fingers through my hair and that's been the case for a while but I figured with the lil depresh I'm in, it's time to go see her and I'm really excited to show her my progress. I can't believe I have curls again, really.

OMG, you can say soccer, it's totally fine! My favorite club team is Liverpool FC in the English Premier League but my family are all Bayern fans in the German Bundesliga. I was raised watching the German national team (die Deutschefußballnationalmannschaft) for both men and women. I lived in Australia and Poland so both of those national teams have a special place in my heart.

My favorite headcanons right now is that I think Marcus Moreno would be an incredibly snuggly, bear of a man and Javi G would incredibly needy and eager to please.

Sleepover Saturday Asks.

#y'all can ask me anything about soccer #ever #and i'm so sorry for the fact that i will quite literally never shut up #ask o #sleepover saturday

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football-and-fanfics · 5 months ago

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What Happened Next - Dominik Szoboszlai

Who: Dominik Szoboszlai Request: I’d like an imagine where a girl has had a one night stand with with a guy she meets in a club then a couple of days later starts her new job at the Liverpool training centre just to discover her ONS was Dominik and just how shy, cute and embarrassed they both are. Requested by: @moondancer146 Word count: 710 Warnings: none

It had been a drunken night, a very drunken night, a few weeks ago. After a night out partying you had ended up in bed with some guy you had met at the night club. You barely remembered what he looked like, let alone you still knew his name or had his telephone number. All you you did remember was that it had been a good night, with plenty of fun and pleasure in bed, and that it was all over before you had even fully sobered up.

A few times you still wondered who this handsome stranger was, because you still remembered he had been handsome, and somehow you couldn't shake the feeling that you knew him from somewhere.

But your attention shifted when you were about to start your new job at Liverpool FC. You wanted to make a good impression at this new job, so you made sure you looked well, dressed well, and were well rested. This also meant: no going out to parties and no alcohol for a while. And amidst all that you found that the memories of your one night stand got pushed to the back of your mind.

That was, until the third day of you working at LFC, when everything came crashing back.

As part of the media team, you would be working in close relation to the first team players, and a colleague introduced you to them one by one. You were shown around the cafeteria where the team sat for lunch, shaking hands and introducing yourself. Suddenly you found yourself face to face with an attractive, dark-haired man, and you instantly knew: he was your mystery one night stand from a few weeks back. And from the startled look on his face, he definitely knew who you were, too.

"Hi." He held out his hand to you. "I'm Dominik." You stammered your own name, blushing as you shook his hand. "Nice to meet you," Dominik said politely, even though he was fully aware that the both of you had already thoroughly met. Underneath the stubble of his beard, you saw the redness of his cheeks, too.

Dominik chuckled nervously, not knowing how to hold himself in this current situation. "I believe we have an appointment for an interview this afternoon?" He finally spoke. "Yes." You confirmed, glad he had found a topic you could safely talk about. "I'll see you then."

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Dominik showed up right on time for your appointment with him that afternoon. You were glad you were allowed to do this interview by yourself, which meant you could also have a private chat with Dominik about this situation you suddenly both found yourselves in.

Dominik closed the door behind him and turned around to face you almost as if in slow-motion, clearly putting off the moment he would have to face you for as long as he possibly could.

"This is quite a predicament we find ourselves in." Dominik smiled shyly as he finally faced you. He looked ill at ease, slightly embarrassed even, and found it hard to meet your eye. "Quite so," you mumbled, equally embarrassed by this whole situation.

An uncomfortable silence fell. Several times you wanted to speak, but didn't, but in the end Dominik was the one to voice his thoughts first.

"Why don't we start over?" He sounded hopeful. You shrugged, confused. "What do you mean?" "Well." Dominik smiled with more confidence now. "As it looks like we are going to have to work together, why don't we get to know each other a little better?" "We slept together." You scoffed. "How much better would you like to get to know me?"

Dominik chuckled. "That was a drunken night, but, if you ask me, not a mistake. You seem like a wonderful person, and.... even though I've seen a lot of you already, I know very little about you. And I would like to change that." "Oh..." You hadn't expected him to say something like this, and you were lost for words. "Please, we'll take it slow. Maybe join me for lunch tomorrow." Dominik's eyes twinkled with the hope for a positive answer from you. You hesitated for maybe a second before you smiled shyly, but confidently. "I would love that."

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footballxixstars · 5 years ago

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Trent Alexander-Arnold

Trent Alexander-Arnold born on the 7th of October 1998. He plays for Liverpool FC and England National Team

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Blurbs

Playing Games

Playing Football

Halloween Party

Childhood Friends

Top of Table Clash

Outing to the World V Man United

Meeting the Guys

Set up Date

Cockwarming turns into something more

Waking you up by sucking your breast

Interrupting a Photo Shoot

Conversation Late at Night with the Brothers

Little Less Attention on FIFA and More on You

Trent Being Teased for Being Cute and Sweet With You

Putting a baby in you even on birth control

Period Leaking

Brentford Match Angst

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OneShots

Female Footballer ~ Being a female footballer that catches Trent’s attention. Once again.

Teaching to Drive ~ Trent has never noticed that his girlfriend can’t drive so he decides to teach her

Once in a lifetime (maybe probably not) ~ Trent wants to give you the honeymoon that you will never forget so organises a surprise for the first day

Christmas Competition ~ Trent being competitive and the two of you have different Christmas competitions to do

Together Once Again ~ After some time of not having a lot of time together you and Trent both have a week off. Plans have been made however plans sometimes change

Wedding Day ~ It’s yours and Trent’s wedding day and nerves are beginning to build, also everything has to be perfect

Last Christmas ~ Last Christmas you gave Trent your heart and he broke it, never again

Egg Hunt Bets ~ Trent complaining the egg hunt is too easy for your kids so you decide to hide one for him

No Matter What it’s Still Sick ~ Your baby throws up all over Trent. It may be milky but still disgusting

I Guess I’m in Love ~ You play Trent a song that you wrote about your relationship with him "Don't lie to me I know what you did" - One of your friends said they saw Trent cheating on you and of course you confront him

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Smut

Late Once Again ~ Trent wants a quickie before you have to leave to go to work so he decides to take you in the shower

Champions ~ Trent is on an absolute high from winning the Premier League and cannot wait to get home so takes you in the car

Cuddling, Sex and Praise ~ You just wanting to cuddle Trent but it escalates and he finds something new about you

Something NSFW ~ Trent wanting to try something new during sex and you allow him to

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sadiiomane10 · 6 years ago

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Liverpool Football Club ? No, sorry I don't know her. Marbella FC, on the other hand !

marbella is scouse city, its literally home from home, marbella fc is sunshine and fun and the lads roasting each other for being too pale and burning too easily

liverpool fc is stress and heartache and pressure, they all deserve to be marbella fc at all times bc they are perfect

#and bc i said so #the whole city prolly accepted it by now #the hotel prolly just pre books on instinct #if klopp ever leaves and the new manager doesnt carry on the marbella trend im gonna hate them #ill hate them regardless if they aint klopp #the point was we dont stan liverpool the way we do marbella fc #its the rules #capitanogiorgio #answered

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jsprnt · 1 year ago

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Healing Hearts PT.1 | Virgil van Dijk

Would a fresh start bring you more than just a new job?

WC: 806

I throw my blanket off of me for what feels like the millionth time these past two hours. Shifting on my new bed. These covers were expensive, though it seems like I won't be fully enjoying them tonight.

My head is full of thoughts, making up certain scenario's over and over again. I turn my phone on again it unlocks immediately, the Face ID somehow recognizing my horribly tired state. "Oh thanks I guess", I mumble, a little offended.

My fingers instinctively tap onto my e-mail, opening that one message again. 'We welcome you for your first day at Liverpool FC next Monday'. The words read, it still felt weird. It wasn't like I had no experience at new clubs, no I had quite a bit of that, despite my age.

I never specifically dreamt of becoming a physiotherapist growing up. I had fantasies about literally every profession. I had my vast collection of career Barbies to thank for that. Although, I did have a preference of studying medicine, accompanied with the delight of my parents, though our relationship had never been the best. That's just what I did. I had met a lot of people during that time of my life, including my best girlfriends. Couldn't have gone through all those sleepless study sessions without them.

I did some research before graduating high school. Looking at all the bachelor studies universities close to me had to offer. Then I realized physiotherapy was my calling. My last year internship was then, by the fate of the universe at AFC Ajax. Thankfully, it wasn't far from home at all. The connections, knowledge and memories I had built there still manages put a smile on my face when I think of them. I was so lucky to be able to experience that. When they offered me a three year contract after graduating I didn't hesitate to sign. Those three years had me build up so much knowledge and the mentors were amazing people to look up to.

That's unfortunately also how I met my ex Theodore (Yes, he was as snobby as his name), he was a supporter, sitting in the VIP chairs. I can't lie and say it wasn't love at first sight, our relationship progressed from there.

Years later an insane offer was presented to me when I was nearing the end of my contract at Ajax. FC Barcelona's head physio wanted me on his team! He had heard about my skills from people in the industry. After much consideration and discussions with my loved ones I decided to accept my new job at FC Barcelona.

To my surprise my ex had also decided to move with me. After all he was practically filthy rich, living off ofhis mommy's money. So, he wasn't bound to be somewhere for work or anything. I can't help but roll my eyes when I think of what that man-child put me through. The only positive thing about him was the connections I built at parties and gatherings he made me go to as his little picture perfect girlfriend. Ladies, only date a rich man once for the connections and money. Don't let it drag on for to long though, know when to get out before it gets too toxic.

My time at FC Barcelona was amazing, though I didn't feel that free with my boyfriend breathing down my neck at anything I did. I worked hard, the players and staff were amazing. I still talk to some of them today, a message here and there to check in on each other. When me and Theo finally broke up I decided to move away and quit working at Barcelona, it was a difficult decision with many players and staff trying to convince me to stay, but I had to. Just to feel fully separated from him.

That puts me here in Liverpool, laying restlessly in my bed at almost two in the morning. I glance outside my apartment, my curtains half drawn. Some of the city lights reflecting back onto the window glass. A smile replaces my previously anxious expression. Working hard and spending hard had its perks.

I turn my phone off, placing my head on my new not-yet-comfortable pillow, grabbing another one for comfort. My racing thoughts tire me out, my eyes fluttering shut, curious for what will happen tomorrow...

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