#my writing: jorginho

[tuxedo-lef]

I can’t get into writing this because I have to many wips but i’m putting the idea out there to get it out of my system:

Fabinelli historical low fantasy AU where Fábio is a prince, the second son who has always been living in the shadow of his older brother (i’m naming Rúben Dias as the honorary Portuguese who will play this role🙂‍↕️ - the contrast would be perfect).

Fábio keeps to himself. He spends his days reading in the library, answering letters that pertain to his roles, and receiving low magic mentorship from Jorginho. Growing up, Fábio had many guards rotating on duty to protect him in the castle and, of course, during his outings. Their suffocating presence made an adolescent Fábio beg his parents to reduce the security around him inside the castle.

“It’s not like I’m heir to the throne. And Jorginho is by my side most of the time,” Fábio presented his arguments.

The king and queen agreed despite their reticence.

Fábio grows up to become a man and finds that he was right in this request. Five years later and there had been no attempts on his life. His older brother, however, had to survive multiple.

At least, that was what Fábio believed to be true until the night of his 22nd birthday. Fábio had just returned to his chambers after celebrating with members of the court and his family.

Only two candles were lighting the room as he removed the layers of clothes on his body. The door to the balcony was open, letting the late spring breeze air out the room. The moon and the stars were hidden by the clouds, making Fábio feel a little dejected on what was meant to be his special day.

Fábio was stripped down to simple undergarments - a thin white shirt and shorts - when he caught from the corner of his eyes the movement of the heavy curtains framing the balcony door.

He barely had the chance to gasp before a figure slammed into his side, glueing him to the hardwood flooring.

The adrenaline rushed and though Fábio could hear his blood coursing through his ears, his eyes could clearly see another person running into his room after leaping over the railing of his balcony.

Fear settled inside when a cold blade touched his throat; the perpetrator over Fábio moved swiftly after immobilizing the prince.

The pain never manifested itself, however, but the body over him went limp as a the second figure sliced a sword through his back, its point poking Fábio’s stomach tauntingly.

Fábio was unable to make out any important facial feature of the stranger with the sword, thanks to the terrible lighting. The man kicked the body off of Fábio, making it roll and land with a thud.

Fábio saw a hand reach down to help him up but was too scared to take it, deciding instead to cast a temporary slow motion spell on the stranger.

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The stranger is Martinelli. Fábio makes a very annoyed Gabi confess that he’s been guarding him in secret since his teenage years. Gabi actually stopped countless attempts on Fábio’s life, The prince is clueless of his surroundings and Martinelli is really good at being subtle.

Martinelli has a crush on Fábio and there’s a bit of a voyeur thing going on because he definitely listened to Fábio masturbating multiple times.

The reason why Gabi messed up this time, allowing the perpetrator to get so close, was because he was distracted by Fábio undressing himself.

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That’s all I have for now.

[arsenalgbt]

Hooker au has some serious world building going on which isn't my usual thing but I'm finding it makes the characters more fun. Also yeah Leo's not as much of an asshole as Kieran needs him to be, KT using Leo as an outlet and blaming him for things that are not is fault. We love a complex sad character -💙🤍 KT anon

absolutely. my fics are 80% characters-driven which push me to keep going lolllllll so it might be your writing style too who knows :DD and you don't have to stick to one POV in one chapter (or in a one shot fic like my havgalhaesrice pr0n teeheeeeee I was planning to have it written from Gabriel's POV, but I was like eh. WHY NOT FROM 3 DIFFERENT POV = MORE COCKS IN ASS ACTION AM I RIGHT)

so... ben and Fabio and reiss' pov, perhaps!!! also kalvin. and Jorginho the owner, to conclude your fic.

KT using Leo as an outlet and blaming him for things that are not is fault

honestly get a grip KT!!!!!

[blueathens]

Could you do a Jorginho imagine where she feels insecure about all the girls talking to Jorginho and he shows her how much he loves (with sex🫣) A smut story if you don’t feel comfortable don’t do it PS. Love your work you’re really talented don’t ever feel like your not❤️- NAOMI

hiya <33

amazing idea - truly adore it

but unfortunately im not taking requests for jorgi right at this moment of time - very sorry

but it's an amazing request an i hope someone else writes it for you or i could when his requests are open once again <33

very sorry my love 💛

[emwritesfootball]

Beard Burn | Jorginho

Omg yay i’m so happy you write for the Italy nt! I’ve been thinking about Jorginho and his perfect face and how he’d make you ride it and that beard burn after would feel amazinnn 😍 he’s so handsome!

Word Count: 658

Warnings: just a whole lot of getting eaten out xx

For @frellhoe - enjoy xx

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“What are you thinking about?” Jorginho asks, interrupting your thoughts.

“Hmm?” You hum, blinking as you realize you’ve been staring at him. Jorginho repeats the question and you smile as you reply, “You.”

“Oh, really, Tesoro?” He says, smirking at you. Sweetheart. “And just what were you thinking about?”

“If I tell you, do you promise to let me do it?”

“Depends on what it is.” He reaches for your waist, pulling you into him for a quick kiss. “But, knowing you, I’m sure it’ll be just as sexy as you are.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his praise, ducking your head involuntarily. “Well, I was thinking...about your face.” You dragged your fingers down the scruff that was growing. “And I was thinking about how good it would feel if you let me ride it.”

Jorginho looked surprised for a moment, but then lust burned in his gaze as he said, “What are you waiting for, Tesoro?”

Minutes later, you were sitting on Jorginho’s face, your hands braced against the headboard. His nose brushed over your clit while he slurped your juices, his beard scraping against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The pain mixes with the pleasure, giving you an incredible orgasm that makes your legs shake and your body weak.

When you climb off him and kiss him, you can taste yourself in his beard and it turns you on again. “That was so hot,” he murmurs in Italian, his hands running up and down your back before stopping so he can trace patterns across the skin of your hip. “We need to do that more often.”

***

“Bedroom. Now,” he growls, taking you by the hand and leading you down the hall. You’ve been in a bad mood all week, fighting with him and being overall surly, and he’s had enough. He tosses you onto the bed, tearing the fragile fabric of your pantyhose and forcing your skirt up over your hips. Your pussy starts to get wet from being manhandled, clenching around nothing when he uses his hands to physically rip your panties. “You, Tesoro, need an orgasm, and I’m going to give it to you.” He lays down on his back, reaching for you. “Now, sit on my face so I can shut you up.”

You let out a giggle for what felt like the first time in a long time. “I don’t think that makes any sense, Jorge,” you said, mounting his face.

Jorginho teased, kissing your inner thighs and dragging his beard across your sensitive skin. Your knuckles grip the headboard, little whimpers leaving your mouth as you swirl your hips and try to get him to put his mouth on your pussy.

“You’re dripping, Tesoro,” he murmurs in Italian, his hands reaching up and digging into your ass as he spreads your cheeks and teases your lower lips with his tongue. “So wet, just for me.”

“Please, Jorge!” you cry out, and he finally wraps his lips around your clit. The sensations wrack your body and your legs clamp around his head involuntarily. You start to rut your hips over his mouth, knowing you’re going to be left with beard burns on your inner thighs but you don’t care. You let go of your shitty week and just focus on how Jorginho is making you feel.

All thought leaves your brain when his tongue dips inside your dripping pussy. Your walls clench around the intrusion and you throw your head back, riding his face with abandon. He gives you the most intense orgasm of your life and you can’t help squirting all over his face.

“Feel better, Tesoro?” He asks when the two of you are cuddling after his face is clean. He can still smell your pussy in his beard, pride swelling in his chest at the thought.

“Yes, Jorge,” you reply, pressing a kiss to his chest right before you drift off into a dreamless sleep.

[sara-helders]

All mine

Summary: The one where you and Ben “hate” each other.

Warnings: Smut. Requested: Yes. Words: 3.2k

Author’s note: I’m so sorry, this one shot is so long... I got this request from an anon and I instantly came up with the story. This is also the first one I write... Let me know what do you think about it, and you can also request me anything you want. I hope you all like it.

“We can’t continue doing this…”

“Why not?” He asked. “We both have so much fun and I see you happy.”

“I know… It’s the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Then why do we have to stop?” He asked again.

“No one can know about this. About us.”

“I’m fine about keeping this a secret, but babe, I won’t last much longer. My sister already asked me why I was so happy the other day.”

“And what did you tell her?!” I asked him.

“I let her know that I started seeing someone, but calm down, babe. I haven’t said anything else.”

“Okay…”

“But why do you want to be so secretive about us? It’s been almost two months.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know… It’s just… It’s just sex… Our friends know that we don’t get along.”

“Babe, but we do now. So fucking much. And you know it's not just sex anymore.”

Mason was sanctioned and couldn’t play in this Premier League away match, so he stayed at home and invited me to his house to watch it with him. Being a huge football fan myself, he knew that I would never miss a Chelsea match. Me and Mason have been friends for a really long time because our parents knew each other from a very young age. Mase was almost two years younger than me, and I’ve always seen him as the little brother I’ve never had. I’ve always followed and supported Mason wherever he went. It was almost time for the game to start. The commentators went through the line-ups once again.

“You coming to Reece’s party on Friday, right?” Asked Mason.

“I don’t know, Mase. I have stuff to do.” I answered.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know…”

“Ben’s gonna be there.” When I heard his name… I literally felt butterflies in my stomach, but I needed to maintain my composure. “Hasn’t he told you about it?”

“Why would he tell me about it?”

“Because I know that now you two spent time together. Alone.”

“What the fuck, Mason?”

“The other day I checked the Find My Friends app and I saw that you were at Ben’s house with him, and it was midnight, y/n.” Shit, yeah… I was there. We were doing adult stuff.

“Are you stalking me now?!” I raised my voice.

“So it’s true!” Exclaimed Mason.

“What?! No! It’s not true, Mason!”

“Oh, my God… Fucking Chilly… I knew eventually this was going to happen.” He was laughing.

“Don’t stalk me, Mason.” And I was mad at him.

“I wasn’t stalking you. I was just making sure you were safe at home after the gig you went to.”

“Well, don’t do it.”

“Because then I unveil your secrets?” He winked at me and I rolled my eyes.

I arrived at the party with Alex, my best friend and flatmate, and greeted some of the people I knew. When I saw Ben smiling and standing next to Mason I felt that my legs stopped doing their function. Mason waved at me, making sure that I saw him. My eyes were locked on Ben, and Ben’s eyes were locked on me. Fuck. He looked so good. He was wearing a white t-shirt, light grey trousers and overshirt, and a pair of white Nike AirForces. This was the first time that I was around both Ben and Mason since my childhood best friend discovered what was happening between us. For the past few days I didn’t make any more comments about it, but my silence has been giving me away. I made some small talk with Mason and some of his teammates who were also there, Reece, Kepa, Ruben, Christian, Kai and Jorginho.

“Hello, y/n.” I froze at the sound of his voice.

“Hello, Ben.” I tried not to smile when I said his name. I also noticed he was getting closer to me and whispered something in my ear.

“You look so fucking hot in this dress. You’re gonna kill me, babe.” My heart started beating so fast. It was quite cold outside but to me it felt we were surpassing the 30ºC.

I was wearing a satin royal blue slip dress that went just above my knees. Of course I had Ben on my mind when I found and bought this dress just a few weeks ago. It was only for him. I knew he would love it. This shade of blue… This Chelsea blue reminded me of him for obvious reasons. We were at the back of the house, exactly at the top part of the garden so we had full vision of all the people. I distanced myself from the group and went to grab a drink.

“A fucking Red Bull?” Someone asked behind me, and I already knew who it was.

“Yes, Benjamin. No alcohol tonight. Plus, you also drink one before every match.”

“Because I need energy.”

“Well, same tonight.”

“Oh, yeah... And why would you need energy tonight?” He was teasing me and getting closer to me. I couldn't resist much longer... He winked at me.

“Ben, no. Ben...”

“Just do one shot with me.”

“Okay, but just one.” I smiled at him and Ben approached the table with all the drinks, grabbed two small glasses and poured the liquid.

“Here.” He said giving me one of the two glasses of alcohol.

“Thanks, Ben.”

“You know, y/n… I missed you these days.” Confessed Ben.

“Ben, it’s been four days since the last time.”

“Y/n! Y/n! Come have some fun!” I turned around and saw Alex grabbing my arm and pulling me to the bottom part of the garden where most of the people were dancing to the music.

I mimicked the people and also danced to the music, trying to keep my mind off from Ben. I didn’t want to think about him, but I just couldn’t stop. An hour passed and I was having fun with Alex and two other girls we just met. At some point this guy approached me and started talking to me. He was kind of average, but his outfit was cool so I kept on with our conversation. I’m pretty sure he told me his name, but I didn’t catch it due to the loud music. Minutes passed and I was still thinking about Ben. While talking to this guy I couldn’t help it, but I kept scanning the crowd, trying to find Ben. But Ben wasn’t nowhere to be found. Where the hell was he? Was he trying to find me? Was he having fun with someone else? Why wasn’t he by my side? Fuck, y/n! Stop! Focus on this random guy.

“So what do you think?” I came back to reality and I literally had no idea about what he was asking me.

“What?! Sorry, I can’t hear you with the loud music.” I tried to make up an excuse.

“Let’s go there.”

He pointed to a spot with just a few people around and I followed him there. I discovered that we had a very similar music taste, and this attracted me to him a little bit more. But he wasn’t Ben. We kept talking about music and concerts that we’ve both been to when I suddenly noticed an arm being wrapped around my shoulders.

“Hey man, what the fuck?! You talking to my girlfriend?” I knew that voice so well…

“Sorry, man. I didn’t know she was your girl. Relax.”

“Ben, what are you doing?” I said angrily looking into his ocean blue eyes, but then when I turned around to see the guy I was getting to know, he was already gone. I was kind of enjoying talking to him even though I didn’t even know his name. But Ben has been ignoring me the whole night and I wasn’t going to wait for him…

“That guy is bad news.”

“And you are good news?”

“Yes.” He came closer to me and whispered in my ear. “I know you enjoyed what happened on Monday night.” I felt my whole body shiver remembering all the stuff we did that night at his house. I still don’t know how I managed to get up from his bed and drive back to my house because my legs hurt like hell. I could still feel them a bit sore.

“That can’t happen again.”

“I know you want more. You always come back for more.” He said while putting his arms around my waist and slowly pushed me closer to him. I couldn’t do anything else rather than looking at his stunning blue eyes.

“Because I like it.” I said quietly but he picked up every word despite of all the noise and music at the party.

“‘It’?”

“Yes.”

“Or ‘me’?”

“Very funny, Benjamin.” I looked past Ben and noticed some of our friends, including Mason, starring at us from a distance. Fucking Mason... He was grinning like a little kid on Christmas. I felt so embarrassed... He’s never seen me this close to his teammate and friend. My eyes focused again on Ben’s precious face. “Why don’t we go somewhere quiet and away from everyone?”

He didn’t have to think twice about my proposal. Ben slightly moved his body and still with one of his arms around my waist we started walking together to somewhere quiet – if that even existed because one of Drake’s songs was blasting on the speakers. It was a bit cold outside, but I was feeling the heat while being this close to Ben. I was dying to kiss him again, like we did on that Monday night and many more nights before that one. But no, I can’t kiss him because every time we kissed, we ended up having sex. And I wasn’t going to have sex with him in a garden, Reece’s garden.

“You were so jealous when I was talking to that guy.” I said to Ben once we were finally away from everyone. We split and I crossed my arms on my chest.

“No.” He responded.

“Yes, Benji. It was cute though seeing you jealous.”

“I wasn’t jealous. I just don’t like that guy.”

“Why? You don’t even know him.”

“You also don’t know him.”

“But I was trying to and then you came and scared the guy away.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Benjamin James Chilwell, being intimidated by a random guy and getting jealous…”

“Maybe a little…” He finally confessed and I let out a small smile.

“A little?” I needed to tease him.

“He doesn’t deserve you.”

“And do you know what I deserve and what I don’t, Chilwell?”

“Fuck, y/n.” He sighed and run a hand through his hair. “You don’t understand how fucking stunning you look tonight with this blue dress on. You’re driving me fucking crazy, babe. And I’m the only one who can take this dress off of you tonight.”

I was starting to feel some wetness between my legs… He was in front of me and I just couldn’t stop starring at him… at his face, at his body. He was fully dressed, but my mind went back to last Monday, the last time I had him naked on top of me, and inside of me.

“What are you staring at?” Ben asked and I came back to reality.

“You, of course. But I wish we weren’t here, right now.” I responded while he was taking some steps closer to me. Fuck. I was trying to play it hard, but I was too weak…

“Me too, babe.”

“But we can’t go, Benji… Our friends will notice.”

“And? You don’t work tomorrow and I have the day off, so let’s go to my place now.”

“Fuck, okay… Let me go find Alex and tell her that I won’t be returning home with her.” I got so close to him and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll go tell Mason that I have to leave. Let’s meet at the front door. I can’t fucking wait to have you all by myself.”

“Benjamin, you already have me all by yourself.”

We separated but I had the need to be close to him again. I walked through all the people who were at this party trying to find my best friend Alex. The only person who knew about my real feelings towards Ben was Alex, so she understood when I told her that I was leaving. When I gave her a hug and told her to have fun she responded with “You too, but use protection.” I tried to hide and make sure Mason didn’t see me go to the front door to wait for Ben. When I made it to the front of the house Ben was already there.

“Come on, let’s go.” He said and grabbed my left hand with his right one. We left the house and walked to his bright yellow Lamborghini that was parked two streets away from Reece’s.

“You know, I can open the door myself.”

“Let me be a gentleman now because I won’t be one later, y/n.”

I didn’t know what to say because I could only feel my whole body shiver. We both got inside of the car and I put on my seat belt, ready for Ben to start the Lambo. I was checking the time on my iPhone when I noticed that Ben unbuckled my seat belt. I didn’t understand why he just did that, so my eyes instantly travelled to his. I didn’t have any time to react because his lips found mine so quickly. This kiss… I fucking needed it so much. We needed to release the tension between us, but I thought we were gonna wait until we got to his house. It was a desperate but very passionate kiss, with both of us moaning consistently. He was grabbing my face, not letting me go, and I had my arms around his neck, not letting him go either. I needed more. I fucking needed more. So I started moving from my seat to on top of him. I could feel the steering wheel on my back, but the kiss hadn’t stopped for any second. Ben’s hands travelled through all my body. When they arrived to my legs, my dress was already a little bit higher up due to my current position, and he intentionally moved it a little bit higher. Fuck. I could feel it. I was so wet right now. I needed him to stick at least one of his fingers inside of me.

“Ben, please. I fucking need you right now.” I moaned and broke the kiss. But he never stopped kissing me because his lips travelled from my lips to my neck.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby.”

“Ben, Ben, Ben.” I noticed that his hands were under my dress and I shivered again. His hands grabbed my undies and pushed them down. And then I felt how one of his fingers was on my pussy touching me.

“Holy shit, y/n. You’re so fucking wet.”

“I know, Benji. It’s all your fault.”

“I’m so hard right now, y/n.” His finger was moving, and when he found my clit he didn’t stop rubbing it. I was already so fucking close, I could feel it. I put my arms around his neck and also tried to hold myself with the headrest of his car seat.

“I’m so fucking close, Ben.” My legs started to shake even more and suddenly I had a bad time breathing. “Oh, Ben… Ben! Ben!” And that’s when I orgasmed.

“Fucking hell, babe. I wasn’t expecting this now.”

“Holy shit, Ben. That felt so fucking good.”

“I need to fucking be inside of you. Let’s go to my house now.”

“Benji…” I looked at the back seats.

“No, babe.” He understood what I meant. “As much as I would like to do it right here, right now. I need to fuck you like you deserve and on my bed, again.”

“Okay, but drive safely.”

I put my undies back up and kissed Ben on the lips before sitting back on the passenger seat and fixing my dress. I could still feel my pussy burn. And holy shit, he only used one finger. Ben turned on the engine and started to drive. Reece’s house was only 15 minutes away from Ben’s but it felt like 50 minutes. I was dying to get off this car and arrive at Ben’s place. While driving, Ben put his left hand on my right thigh. He was caressing my thigh like he didn’t want to miss a second without touching me, like he didn’t want me to open the car door, jump and disappear. But he didn’t have to worry. I didn’t want to go. I wanted to spend as much time as possible with him. We both wanted the same.

We arrived at Ben’s around 1.30am and we both stepped outside the car so fast. We got inside the house and as soon as he closed the door, he grabbed me and started to kiss me again, but not before whispering in my ear “Fucking finally.” We went to the first floor of his house and straight to his bedroom. I knew exactly where it was. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other and he didn’t stop giving me small kisses. I could feel his bulge and it turned me on. We got to his bedroom and didn’t turn on the lights because the light that was coming from outside was enough for us.

He layered me carefully on his bed and started to kiss me more passionately. I wanted to finally rip off his clothes so badly. He took off his overshirt, I grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, with Ben helping me to do it faster. He then unbuttoned his jeans and took them off while I stared at him. My dress was not covering my underwear anymore, not that it mattered to me but I wanted it gone. I unzipped it from the side and Ben helped me to take it off.

“How many rounds do you think you can handle tonight?” Ben whispered in my ear.

“I don’t know, Benji. I hope a lot.” I kissed his lips and he smiled instantly.

That’s been the best sex of my life. I lost count of how many rounds we went through and all the things we did to each other. I could still feel my pussy beating to the fast pace of my heart, and my legs felt so sore after being open for so long. We were both on his bed, fully naked and tangled with each other. I could feel and hear his heart beating, it was slowly getting to a normal pace. He had one arm around me and was caressing me with his hand. He also placed some kisses on my head. I wished I could stay like this forever.

“You know, it really turned me on when you called me your girlfriend tonight at the party.” I confessed.

“If you want I can call you my girlfriend permanently.” I smiled at his comment and gave him a small kiss on his cheek. “And you can call me your boyfriend permanently.”

“I think we have a deal here, Chilwell.”

“But after some time I’ll have to call you my fiancé and later my wife, Mrs. Chilwell.”

“Benjamin! Not so fast!”

[mountswhore]

Would you write for Jorgi, having a kid with someone else and he’s scared to tell the girl he’s dating because everyone before her just ran off the second they got to know. Y/n eventually comes by without letting him know when he has the kid over and she meets him/her and it’s just really fluffy and she gets along well with his kid. And he’s super surprised but also happy. I’m sorry it this is weird :)

𝐩𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 — jorginho

summary: you showing up out of the blue was shocking for jorgi, but not in the way he expected.

notes: requests are OPEN.

"Goodnight, my sweet," Jorgi cooed quietly to his daughter, rubbing his hand over her head as she finally dozed off. It was his weekend with her, and he'd cancelled on a date night with you today as he still couldn't find it in himself to tell you. How do you tell someone you have a kid? Shouldn't you make it known on your first date? He'd given you the stupidest of excuses: saying he was feeling quite tired from his week of training.

The pair of you had been dating for a few months, finally calling it official at the start of the year. It was now March, and Jorgi was still holding back the fact he had a daughter. He wasn't ashamed of it, far from it, all he wanted was to show her off to you. But he didn't know how you'd react, he didn't know whether or not you liked children or not.

He'd told his little Eloise all about you. How pretty you were, how funny you were, how much you made her daddy happy. She was curious, always asking to meet you. But Jorgi could never give her that, not yet, anyway.

As much as Jorgi missed you, he was excited for his weekend with his precious Lu. It was a nickname she'd given herself, after trying to say her name for the first time. Jorgi cherished that moment, and now stuck to calling her Lu.

It was a Saturday morning, and Lu had woken up her daddy earlier than any of his working days. She leaped onto the bed and shook him, her messy, brunette hair falling into his face. Grimacing, Jorgi finally opened his eyes and smiled at his daughter, pulling her into a tight squeeze.

"Morning, amor." He croaked, as he could feel her already pulling away.

"Morning daddy, can we play in the puddles?" She asked, looking over to the droplets on the windows. And Jorgi sighed, everything reminding him of you. You loved the rain, and all the horrible British weather. He knew that if you ever met Lu, you'd bond over your love for the rain. And it always kept him hopeful.

"Sure we can, but we need breakfast first."

Lu was sat in her chair at the island, Jorgi cutting some fruit to put alongside the waffles he'd made. And he was startled to receive your usual text in the morning, his cheeks warming at the few hearts you’d sent alongside your message.

Morning, darling. Hope you’re feeling well rested today! ❤️❤️❤️

This was going to be a quiet day for him and Lu, and he could only dream that you'd get to spend it with them at some point in the future. That was if you didn't run away at the sound of him being a father, having to be around a kid sometimes, not even knowing whether you liked the idea of having children or not. It was too soon, but the longer he left it, the heavier it was going to sit on him.

You were browsing the aisles of Sainsbury's, a basket in your hand as you scanned the shelves for things Jorgi would love. You were planning to surprise him with a bag of goodies, and hope to cure his exhaustion with a bit of TLC. Of course, the thought of intruding sat on your mind, and you'd hoped he wouldn't mind you showing up uninvited.

Once the bag was secured, you lugged it to your car and began your journey to Jorgi's home. It was quite a way away, as he lived in a private area, and you didn't mind the dreadfully long journey. Just before you left the car park, you checked your phone, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of his message on your lockscreen.

Morning, my angel. ❤️

Jorgi was not expecting to hear a knock at his door. At noon. Lu's mum wasn't due until tomorrow, no deliveries due today, nothing. So he left Lu to watch Paw Patrol, and answered the door. There you were. An overflowing Sainsbury's bag in your hand and a huge smile on your face. His first instinct was to hug you, kiss you, pull you into his house and refuse to let you leave. But his daughter was here, the one he'd been going out of his way to hide from you.

"I bought the hot meal deals you li-" Your sentence was cut short by the introduction to Paw Patrol, the show you were unfortunately familiar with due to babysitting your twin nephews. Your eyes scowled, Jorgi could see the cogs struggling to turn in your brain, this was it. The façade was over.

"Why are you watching Paw Patrol?" You asked, letting the bag sit by your feet as you waited for Jorgi to answer. He stood there, a nervous smile on his face.

Before he could even begin to answer, Lu came running out of the living room. And Jorgi had lost the opportunity to say she was a relative, when the little one asked for her daddy.

"Daddy?" She called out, looking in the direction of the kitchen and finally turning to see him and you by the door. It was a strange situation, because Eloise knew you, but you knew nothing of her.

"Surprise?" Was all Jorgi could manage to say.

You were sat on Jorgi's couch, bewildered as you had his daughter on your lap. She began talking to you about Paw Patrol, and you responded with as much enthusiasm as she gave to you. Jorgi's heart was melting at the sound of you two from the kitchen, as he made you a tea. He knew it was a lot to take in, hence he was making you your favourite beverage.

Jorgi brought it through, placing them both onto the coffee table and telling Lu to go back to playing with her Bratz dolls. You held the mug in your hands, letting the hot drink warm up your cold fingertips. You planned to cuddle and binge watch something on Disney+ together, not find out he had a daughter.

"I meant to tell you sooner, and I understand if you don't want to-" Jorgi was beginning his apology, eyes flooded with concern as he bared the thought of losing his girlfriend today, his first girlfriend since his last messy breakup.

"I don't care that you have a daughter," you spoke, quiet so Lu didn't pay any attention to you, "not like that," you quickly apologised, "she's adorable, I love her already, but I wished you would have told me as soon as we began dating. I would've been well acquainted with her by now."

Every ounce of pressure Jorgi was feeling had now dissipated, and he had a quick burst of hope for the future with you and Lu. "I'm sorry."

"You are the pretty lady!" Lu exclaimed, startling the pair of you out of your conversation and looking at her as she shoved the shoes onto her doll. Little did she know you still had two boxes worth of Bratz accessories and dolls you'd been waiting for an excuse to use.

Jorgi nervously laughed, hoping his own daughter didn't embarrass him by spilling everything he'd said about you to her. But what else were kids put on this Earth for if not to embarrass you?

"My daddy talks about you, you're the pretty lady," she admitted, pointing at Jorgi but looking at you. She had the tone of a kid who thought they were very wise for knowing something that was common knowledge, and you loved it. She resembled Jorgi so much, in so many different ways, it was hard not to laugh with her.

"Really?" You asked, looking over to your boyfriend, who sat there with a reddened face.

Eloise had quickly changed interests after glancing at the raindrop-adorned window. "Daddy, can we play in the puddles now?"

Jorgi's mind went to you again, knowing how much you loved the rain and everything it did to the Earth. He could see you getting on with his daughter so well. "Yes, you can. Do you know who else loves the rain and puddles?"

Eloise frowned, waiting for her daddy to answer himself.

"Y/N does."

The little one gasped, standing in front of you and grabbing your hands. "Come on, let's go. Let's play in the puddles!"

[itscominghome]

Summary: You're at the Chelsea vs Manchester City match as both a City supporter and the sister of Ben Chilwell. He introduces you to the rest of his team, something he had been wanting to do for a while. Upon introduction to the 'boy who had a dream' Mason Mount, it's all just one big flirty argument.

Requested by: @masterclassbaby

Notes: Requests are open! <33 GIF is not mine!

Warnings: I don't think there are any, except unedited writing

"Is that you asking me out, City?" - Mason Mount

"And it's another goal on the scoresheet for Benjamin James Chilwell," I shout in my best commentator's voice as he approaches me. He had just played against Man City.

"Though, I would appreciate you not showing my team up," Ben laughs.

"Come on, Y/N, I want to introduce you to my teammates,"

"Do I have to?" I whine, fully aware of the Man City jersey I was currently wearing.

"Yes, now, come on," Ben says, dragging me by the sleeve lightly.

"Everyone, this is my sister, Y/N," Ben introduces, it's the most awkward thing I've ever had the displeasure of being involved in. Most players make a move to shake your hand, or hug you, pecking both of my cheeks in greeting. Ben looks around, seemingly confused.

"Oi! Mase! Where you at?" He shouts.

"One sec, mate," a voice, presumably Mason's, came from the changing rooms. Whilst the majority of Ben's teammates headed back into the changing rooms, a few waited outside, starting up a bit of small talk with me.

"So a City fan then?" Timo asks.

"Yup, was weird sitting in a sea of Chelsea blue as just a lone City supporter. Surprised I didn't have drinks thrown at me or something," I laugh. When I see Mason emerge, I also see the way he looks my up and down, biting his lip ever so slightly. His demeanour is cocky, strutting, swaggering his way over to me.

"Mount, do not, and I repeat, do not look at my sister like that," Ben warns. I smirk over Mason, trying to convey a look of attraction without Ben noticing us practically eye-fucking one another. I hear Timo, Kai and Jorginho burst into a mix of giggle and sniggers.

"No, no, no, no," Ben says, putting himself between the two of us, "This is weird, stop it. Both of you."

"What? I'm just looking at the City fan in disgust?" Mason says in a fake defence of the looks we were shooting each other. But there's a flirty undertone to his words. It's like school yard flirting, teasing each other.

"And I was just wanting the piece of Chelsea vermin to get out of my sight," I shoot back. Mason walks over to me, jokingly squaring up and getting in my face. I can feel his breath against my face with how close he is. It smells of mint, clearly having freshened up before leaving the changing rooms.

"Now, now, sweetheart, lets not get too feisty shall we?" he teased further.

"I'm out, I'm not watching this. It's weird, and it's strange, and I regret introducing the two of you," Ben says, covering his eyes and walking away, Kai, Jorgi and Timo all follow after him, smirking at Mason as they walk past. The smirk is reciprocated by Mason and he turns back to me.

"Seriously, that jersey is disgusting though. You need to sort that shit out. I can take it off for you, if you'd like?" He enticed.

"Maybe save that for the third date?"

"Oh, is this you asking me out is it, City?"

"And what if it is?"

"Then I might have to take a good look in the mirror because me going out with a Man City fan would not look good for me. Not that I'd care,"

"As much as I hated the idea of my sister and one of my best friends dating, I know that there's no one else worthy enough of my sister's love. After seeing how well he treats her, and how much they love each other, I'd be stupid to be anything but happy that they found one another. Though Mason, if you ever look at her like that in front of me again, I will personally drive your hearse to your funeral. But on a serious note, you both mean so much to me and I'm so glad to see how happy you make each other. And now I can finally call Mason my brother! So, let's raise a glass. To the Bride and Groom!"

Taglist: @moneymasn @masterclassbaby

[maseshine]

Hey can you do ‘ You being interviewed and he flirts with you during the interview leaving you ashamed.’ With mason mount please

Ps your writing is amazing

I hope you accept, Mason Mount

Prompt: You being interviewed and he flirts with you during the interview leaving you ashamed.

Warning: Fluff, Flirt

Words: 562

Notes: I don't think it looks so good, but I did my best to make it at least readable, sorry about that, I hope you like it at least a little bit😓

Author's Note: I know a lot of people write with the use of quotes, but I'm used to using the dash, so I hope it's not a problem.

You've been a sports journalist for Sky Sports for two years now.  Two amazing years where you covered magnificent games and had the opportunity to interview the best players in the league.  At this point in his life there was no complaint to make.

In those two years you had already covered some Chelsea games and interviewed some players.  Jorginho, Azpilicueta, Kanté and Mount were the names you interviewed the most.

And if in other games you were already pure joy, then your state of joy was up there.  You were covering nothing less than the Champions League semi-final, a game between Chelsea and Real Madrid.  Where Chelsea managed to become the winner, advancing to the final of the competition.  You had a huge smile on your face when you hugged your cameraman.

You were also an avowed Chelsea fan, but whenever you interviewed the players you maintained your professionalism.  After all, you were doing your job and as much as you wanted to scream in celebration you controlled yourself and just let a huge smile show.

He quickly organized himself when he saw the players walking towards the interview area.  Due to the social distance you were a few meters away from where the interviewed player would be.  You sent Mount a smile as he positioned himself in the right spot, the cameraman already filming him.

━ First, congratulations on ranking, Mason.  ━ You wanted him smiling, making him return the gesture.

━ Thank you very much.  Means a lot.

━ So, how do you feel about this classification, given that you were the author of the second goal.  How does it feel to know your team is in the final?

━ Amazing.  It's amazing.  We've made a very balanced trajectory so far and to arrive here at this moment knowing that we are in the final is simply incredible.  I believe this is the feeling that defines me at the moment.  ━ Mount replied, his characteristic smile soon appearing.

━ Yes, the first time Chelsea were champions you were a child, now nine years later you have the opportunity to play in a Champions final when you are still very young.  You must be very proud of yourself.  ━ You spoke, Mason stirred a little before answering.

━ Well, is age something that matters to you?  Because I hope it isn't.  ━ You felt a heat run through your cheeks when you understood Mount's speech.  ━ Looking back, I'm very proud that I never gave up, I wouldn't be here if my nine-year-old self hadn't pursued its goals.

━ Last question.  You won, how do you intend to celebrate this victory?

Mount licked his lips and chuckled before answering the question.

━ Well, I had made a deal with my teammates that if we reached the final I would invite the girl I have a crush on to dinner the day after our qualification.  ━ Mount replied smiling, you saw that some of the Chelsea players were on the side listening to the interview.

━ Oh, why don't you take advantage of the fact that we're live and already ask, she must surely be watching.  ━ Suggest to him, he fidgeted almost awkwardly.

━ Well, I hope you accept, Y/N.

With a wink and a mischievous grin Mason left the camera angle as you flushed red with embarrassment.  Had he just admitted to having a crush on you and invited you to dinner?

[tuxedo-lef]

We need to come up with Jorgi and Fabi friendship headcanons for fics. I genuinely think that Jorgi loves joining Fabio for mundane errands especially grocery shopping. Fabio hates that actual process so it's better with Jorgi who throws things into the cart and tells Fabio how to cook them and what to pair them with. I also still believe Jorgi is the absolute last to find out about fabinelli purely for comical reasons but also because Jorgi's approval means so much to Fabio that revealing Gabi as his boyfriend to Jorgi is as daunting as it telling his parents. Both will dance at any opportunity, Jorgi is worse than Fabio but they both enjoy it. Jorgi will always buy Fabio coffee, Fabio will always steal Jorgi's shower gel/deodorant, both prefer phone calls over texting. Jorgi is a morning person and Fabio very much is not, jorgi is an optimist, Fabio very much is not - 💙🤍 (I'm the same anon whose been asking about the brothers au, gonna try sign off my asks with these emoji so you know it's me)

YESS! I'M SAT! (and noted for the anon signatutre <3)

I started writing a few scenes for the fabi & jorgi brothers au and it pushed me to reflect on their dynamic as well because a lot of the scenes are focused on them.

90% of my jorginho tag is him interacting with Fabio. I love them. The platonic Jorgi & Fabi headcanons are below.

They definitely sing and dance together per this piece of evidence.

Jorgi wanting to help with errands and Fabio appreciating the help (especially if it means he doesn't have to interact with the cashier in English). It's a perfect symbiotic relationship! Fabio stops listening to him when it comes to fashion advice.

AGREED. Jorgi will always be the last one in the know for fabinelli. In the story I'm writing, Fabio has a bad relationship with both of his parents, so - like you said - telling Jorgi means a lot more than telling his parents. Jorgi has always been very supportive of Fabio being gay. When Fabio came out to him before starting university, Jorgi started wearing the pride captain armband whenever he had the opportunity to do so. Like this:

"Jorgi will always buy Fabio coffee, Fabio will always steal Jorgi's shower gel/deodorant, both prefer phone calls over texting. Jorgi is a morning person and Fabio very much is not, jorgi is an optimist, Fabio very much is not" -> YES! And Jorgi taught Fabio a lot in terms of hygiene: how to shave his beard and style his hair, wearing moisturizer, and plucking his eyebrows.

The canon info we have at our disposition is that Fabio is more immature than Martinelli. But all evidence also points to the fact that Jorginho is more immature than Fabio. Like I can picture (and hear) Fabio's "ai ai" and Jorgi's laugh happening multiple times a day when they're in each other's presence.

They both don't realize it but Jorgi has a habit of praising Fabio even when it's just Fabio trying and not succeeding. "Well done Fabio" :')

Also this gif set is very important to me. I don't even know what to say except that the banter between these three must be insane.

They bond over being skinny boys. Jorginho never calls Fabio "Magrela" because he knows the nickname actually sucks.

Jorgi knows more languages but Fabio is better with Portuguese grammar so he often reads over Jorgi's important texts or emails that he sends to Edu.

Jorgi loves to hear Fabio talking about how proud he is of his brother's achievements. Like Jorgi will only serve Fabio his serving of dinner if Fabio tells him what was the favourite penalty Jorgi ever took.

This is more a Fabio headcanon, though Jorgi feeds into it a lot: Fabio loves nuzzling his head on people Jorgi.

They greet each other with a peck on each cheek.

Jorgi is dog-coded and Fabio is cat-coded.

Fabio is forgetful. He'll forget his passport when he has to travel with the team. Jorgi knows that Fabio forgets stuff like that so he calls him before and goes through a checklist of all the important stuff Fabio needs. Fabio rolls his eyes because "he's not a baby" but in the end they always get to an item on the list that Fabio needs to go fetch.

Fabio has been exposed to Brazilian Portuguese so often because of Jorgi. Eventually, Martinelli finds his lack of comments or reactions to Brazilian Portuguese expressions or Brazilian references to be suspicious. When Martinelli asks him about it, Fabio lies and says it's because his ex was Brazilian....

I wrote this half-awake so I feel like I'm missing a lot of stuff. I'll probably do a part 2. It would make more sense if I made a list of headcanons specific to the half brothers au and one more general to their friendship.

Always a pleasure to receive your asks in my inbox lovely anon <3

[arsenalgbt]

I cannot write the stripper Ben fic but I can let it consume me. Wrote a little bit today, I don't know what it is but I'm obsessed, I see this au so clearly

"He requested you" Kalvin told him, swirling a cloth around the glass he was pretending to polish. They didn't work in an establishment classy enough to attract the kind of patrons that cared about clean glasses but their boss liked to pretend they did so Kalvin did the same "Why'd you sent the kid?"

"Fabio needs more practice" Ben told Kalvin, reaching over the bar to pick up a glass and the bottle of vodka that Kalvin hadn't put back yet. He poured himself a quick shot and necked it at a speed that impressed the bartender, Kalvin was hypnotized by the movement of Ben's Adam's apple as he swallowed, dirty thoughts swarming his mind "Plus he's hardly a kid, he's only two years younger than me"

"He seems younger" Kalvin mused and Ben nodded. Fabio's slender frame did make him seem much younger, a lot of the customers who requested him for private dances seemed to love that fact. Ben wondered how Willo would feel about it, if he'd like Fabio more than he liked him. Ben didn't know why he felt jealous at such a thought. Willo had spent ten minutes talking about his school teacher fiancé the last time he had paid for Ben's attention and that hadn't bothered him as much as the idea of Willo liking Fabio "It's nice of you, looking out for him like that"

"Its really not' Ben shook his head, pouring another shot of vodka in the hopes the buzz woild make him forget Willo. It was a Wednesday night meaning the mumbling scottish man who couldnt make eye contact with Ben till he had downed his third drink would come in. Maybe Ben would give him a free dance tonight, ease his conscious for continuously charging Willo double. He was surprised the owner Jorginho had yet to question him for the extra money on the books "You know me Kal, I'm as pretty as as I am selfish"

"Then you must be the most selfish man in London"

"Then you must be the most selfish man in London"

-💙🤍 KT anon

YO WHAAAAAAT??????????? TWO (2) STRIPPER!BEN FICS IN ONE DAY??????????????

YOOOOOOOOOOO my good deeds writing arsenalmpreg been rewarded by the rpf gods yoooooooooo kt anon!!!!!

FABIO

these two queens taunting new meat the serious, reading glasses wearing, office worker fantasy specialist, jurrien iktr

fucking hell dude.............. ben x Fabio duo..... please tell me u have seen Fabio's dancarina video.... my kryptonite...... idw to link the video cuz I always get so scared by Fabio's potent twinkyness like............ u get me..................

KALVIN

OWNER JORGINHO. U KNOW THE DEAL YEAH? reissy as his fave employee....... Jorginho being so overprotective of his most prized meat........... you KNEW I will demand---I mean ask to put reiss in this... oh wow

willo as ben's regular............................ my baby darling.................. not the groom then. came once and couldn't resist..................

free dance for stressed repressed kieran

damn

keep them coming yo!!!!

[stephspurs]

A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

My loves, this is the end of AFA & I can't tell you how sad I am for this little story to be over :( There are a couple of people I need to thank so bear with me...Amy (@footballffbarbiex) for making me believe I could write this and that people will want to read it, thank you forever. Em (@emwritesfootball) for being my fabulous proof reader and always being there for me to bounce ideas off of, thank you. And to allllllllllll of you who read, like, reblog and message me - THANK YOU I LOVE YOU!!! Ok enough with my Oscar's speech, please enjoy la parte finale. Love always, Steph xx

Part 12 | la parte finale

warnings; none - except maybe tears because this is the final part :( word count; 2367 writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter. tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex @obsesseds-world @abysshaven link to fic masterlist here

The end of the international break had approached both squads with rapid speed, before they knew it the 3 weeks was up and it was time for their final friendly match before returning to club duties. It was a rematch of the European final from just a few months earlier, only this time - it was being played in Rome. Preparing her team to meet their opponents had been a bit trickier than last time. Of course, the boys were fired up and raring to go, but the bitterness and anger that drove her to push them harder last time wasn’t there. They were now going up against some of her closest friends as well as her family.

In a strange moment of deja vu, Amelia looked down the tunnel as both teams lined up side by side to walk out onto the pitch together. Just like the last time, her father passed her and gave her a reassuring rub to the back of her neck and made his way down through the centre aisle with his staff. Following him, and just like last time, she made her way down whilst pressing a kiss to both cheeks of her Italian men. Reaching her brother, she pressed a kiss to his cheek also, however unlike the last time he gave her a wink back. The atmosphere was different this time, it was a friendly game and there was no title at stake here - only pride. This time, however, as she passed the Three Lions Number 21, her right hand found his left one for just a moment, before giving it a gentle squeeze and continuing down her own line. He had maintained his focus forward, didn’t even blink at the girl’s actions, and by the time she got to Fede who had been watching the encounter she had made her mind up that he wanted nothing to do with her.

This friendly-match had Amelia in a bundle of nerves, dissimilar to the euro final, Amelia was confident in her ability purely due to the fact that she was well prepared. This time however, whilst she was just as well-prepared as last time, she also knew that a fair few English players had adopted her playing style as their own and knew the kind of tactic required to stop the Italian attack and penetrate the great wall of Rome: Chiellini and Bonucci. This, coupled with the fact that both sides seemed to be playing with a touch more aggression than she expected, led to her being on the edge of her seat for most of the game. A late first half goal from Jorginho had her up out of her seat, cheering for the midfield maestro. However, it was a late second half goal that had her smiling from ear to ear, whilst trying to remember to keep her bum in her chair - she wasn’t supposed to be cheering for the enemy after all. How could she not though? Ben Chilwell had scored the equaliser. Using the play they had spent so many hours perfecting, just the two of them out on the pitch at Cobham. Scoring his goal, celebrating with his team and the away fans, she had clapped with an appropriate level of enthusiasm until she noticed him look her way, pull the centre of his jersey toward his face and give it a kiss. She moved her hand to touch that spot on her own jersey. Fingers running over the embroidery that she had stitched into every one of her official matchday tops, a memento to keep her family close to her heart - the embroidery featured the word ‘WHITE’ followed by the colours of the italian flag. For this match however, she had something extra added. Did Ben know about her newest addition?

After the match.

“Chilwell! Wait Up!” Federico Bernardeschi called down the tunnel whilst jogging to catch up with his opposition player.

“Can I give you some advice? Don’t let her go. I did, and whilst it was the right thing for me to do, it's something I regret deeply. You don’t realise just how much she adds to your life until she's gone. You’ll come to realise that she is the sunshine after any storm, but she is also the storm itself. Any day without her is a little less bright.”

In a moment of vulnerability, Ben decided to open up to the man that he didn’t know more than a bar of soap, who was coincidentally the same man who knew all there was to know about Amelia.

“She really is sunshine personified, isn’t she?” Ben smiled at the thought of the girl, thinking back on all of the laughs that they shared together in Mykonos.

“Normally yes, but these past few weeks that she has been without you she has been a little less bright. You complete her, whether she has realised yet I’m not sure but I am sure that she misses you. I think more than she ever missed me.”

“Ben, there are two kinds of compliments you can give a woman. The first, something she already thinks about herself but needs reconfirmed. The second, the things she doesn’t think anyone else notices about her. The second kind matters more.”

“You like because, and you love despite. Think about that Ben.”

“I don’t know if I love her, yet.”

“I think you do know. Otherwise you wouldn’t have asked the kitman for a little something extra on tonight's jersey.”

“What are you talking about? How do you know?”

“Ah, Benjamin, a good spy never tells his secrets” With that, Federico continued his walk back to the changerooms. “She’s out on the pitch, Ben.” He called without looking back, confident that the player was already making his way out there.

Walking up to the centre circle, where Amelia was currently sitting down on the pitch with her arms behind her and her legs stretched out in front. Taking in the atmosphere of Stadio Olympico in Rome, her favourite stadium in the world. What surprised her the most was just how quickly Stamford Bridge had crept itself up the ranks and into the second spot of her heart.

Without wanting to startle her, Ben started talking to her from a few meters away - not bothered about the few lingering souls out and about. This was his time to make her his, and nothing was going to get in his way.

“You know, a wise person once said to me that you like someone because, but you love them despite” He called out to her.

Turning around, she was surprised to see him. After the cold shoulder she received earlier she hadn’t imagined she would have the opportunity to talk to the blue-eyed beauty any time soon.

“What person was that?” She asked back, softly, not wanting to spook him off.

“Fede”

She tried to hide the shock on her face, what on earth had told her ex-lover she wanted him to talk to her current lover...if you could even call Ben that. Maybe it was more appropriate for him to be referred to as Amelia’s almost-until-she-fucked-it-lover. That was a bit long winded...maybe-lover should suffice. Whilst she was having this internal struggle, all thoughts swirling around her head, Ben had reached the centre circle and sat to the left of the girl, close enough that she could see the calmness behind his eyes.

“He’s right you know, he’s not always right but this time he definitely is. For example, he was wrong to let you go. There would be no chance in hell that I would let you slip away from me as easily as he did.

“I like you because you’re smart, so unbelievably beautiful and just as confident as anyone I've ever met. But I love you, despite the fact that you drive me mad with just how brilliant you are even if you don’t acknowledge yourself. You are destined for greatness, Amelia White. And I just hope that when you do get to where you want to be, that I'm still right there with you.”

Looking at him with tears in her eyes whilst his own were telling her that there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation behind his words. He loved her. And that's all she needed. Standing up, she pulled him up by his hands and pulled him in so close that she could feel the muscles in his back contract as he wrapped her up in a hug of his own, these were the hugs that she wished could be reserved for her. No one else needed to know the power behind these hugs, they could make her fall for him over and over again. One hand across her shoulders, the other palming the back of her head and pushing her into his chest so she could feel his heart beat - after all it beats just for her.

“Ben, why did you kiss your shirt today after you scored?” She asked the taller man as he continued to enjoy the feeling of having her back in his arms, where she belonged for all of this time.

“I wanted to feel close to you, and I thought maybe you were onto something with your superstitions”. Regrettably pulling himself away from her, he pulled off his shirt to reveal the toned skin of his chest, but also the small embroidery on the inside fabric that resembled her own...except this time it read MILS with a small Italian flag. Feeling her heart swell inside her chest, she beamed up at the man who was patiently waiting for her reaction to the gesture of love.

“I think it worked Ben” Pulling her shirt away from her chest enough that she could stretch it and show the inside fabric to him, hers reading WHITE with the Italian flag, but also a small BENJ with the British flag next to it. Her way of keeping him, and her family, close to her heart where she felt them the most.

He could only imagine that Amelia felt when reading his shirt was only a fraction of what he was feeling at that moment, for it was impossible for anyone to love someone the way that he loved her. His mum always told him not to fall for the girl who gives him butterflies, because he would be addicted to the feeling and would constantly be on the chase for it, but to fall for the girl who calmed him down, made him feel secure and like he needed her air to breathe. Butterflies were warning signs, but the sight of Amelia reminded him of seeing the light on in the hall after an away match - he was home. She was his home.

Pulling her back to his chest, except this time he was shirtless. Amelia ran her hands down his back whilst his hands settled at the base of her spine, she rested her chin on his chest and stared up at the man that her heart had grown to love. Ben moved his hands upwards until he tangled them in her wavy hair, moving his lips to cover her own. The kiss said everything they needed to share with each other. I miss you. I love you. Never leave me again.

“Oi! You two! Break it up! There are kids here!” A quick yell broke the two out of their bliss, looking over to see none other than Kyle Walker standing at the end of the tunnel, looking towards them with a mischievous look on his face.

“Kyle, cover your eyes, you’re too pure to be exposed to such adult behaviour!” And just as though God had been listening, from behind him walked out Federico, to cover the eyes of Kyle Walker. Amelia and Ben didn’t realise that the two were even remotely friendly, however they had found a mutual interest - annoying their two friends that had finally admitted their feelings to each other.

“Pipe down you two” Ben joked as the pair of them walked hand in hand towards the jokesters, Ben eventually lifting his left hand to move their entwined hands to Amelia’s left shoulder, her own right arm moving to wrap around his waist. A way he could bring her physically closer to him. Amelia not resisting the gesture, anything to feel his smooth skin against her own.

“Fede, I hope you know that I'm going to be Amelia’s maid of honor at the wedding. That's not going to be a problem for you is it?” Kyle began to seriously discuss the future event with his new Italian partner in crime.

“No Kyle, that's fine - I'm the flower boy though. Jorgi is going to pull me down the aisle in a red cart while I throw rose petals at everyone” Fede joked back, the two of them pretending that the new couple couldn’t hear them as they walked down the tunnel back to the changerooms.

“What are they like?” Ben laughed into the top of Amelia’s hair, still maintaining his grip on the girl he had been without for 3 weeks. With a grin from ear to ear, and an overwhelming feeling of love about her, Amelia stopped Ben in his tracks before the two had to go their separate ways to rejoin their respective teams.

“Just so you’re aware, I love you too. And I am so sorry for everything that I put us through these past weeks. I want you to know that i’m all in, and i’m all yours...if you’ll have me”

“Stop being a silly muppet, of course I'll have you, all of you. Even the parts that drive me insane. There is no way I am letting anyone else have you. You’re all mine, Mils”

“Glad to know the feelings mutual, Chilly”

“Oi, what did I say about that! Only friends call me Chilly...and you are not my friend”

Bursting into laughter as she tried to pull away from him, only to be pulled back and wrapped up into his arms, her head against his chest.

“I love you, Benj”

“I love you right back, Mils”

finito.

BONUS #BAMELIA MOMENT - Champions Again | di nuovo campioni

[blueathens]

I would like to write a fic on fake dating - real dating but I don’t know what....

[tommyspeakycap]

red taylor’s version

hi! i want to do a fun thing with red taylor’s version where i write a fic for every song where people can send a request based on the song or preferably a lyric from the song you particularly like? or even just the whole song. pls do send in the requests because it’s inspired me SO much

PS!!! i might take more than one person per song if the lyric prompt is different :)

state of grace - trent alexander-arnold;

“and i never (never) saw you coming. and i’ll never (never) be the same”

red - ruben dias

“faster than the wind, passionate as sin…ending so suddenly”

treacherous - kieran tierney

“all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along. forever going with the flow, but you're friction. this slope is treacherous, this path is reckless, this slope is treacherous. I like it.”

i knew you were trouble - mason mount

“i guess you didn’t care and i guess i liked that, but when i fell hard you took a step back. without me, without me.”

all too well - john stones

whole god damn heartbreaking song is in this one besties i’m sorry

twenty two - ruben dias or ben chilwell

"you look like bad news, i gotta have you"

i almost do - ben chilwell

“i bet it never ever occurred to you that i can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye”

we are never getting back together - jordan henderson

“and he turns around and he’s like…i still love you”

stay stay stay - andy robertson

“i was expecting some dramatic turn away but you stayed.”

the last time - john stones

“this is the last time i’m asking you why you break my heart in the blink of an eye.”

holy ground - jordan henderson

“guess we fell apart in the usual way and the stories got dust on every page...but right there where we stood was holy ground ”

sad beautiful tragic -ben chilwell

“good girls…hopeful they’ll be and long they will wait. we had a beautiful magic love affair. what a sad, beautiful, tragic love.”

the lucky one - john stones;

“now it’s big black cars and riviera views and your lover in the foyer doesn’t even know you, and your secrets end up splashed on the news front page. and they tell you that you're lucky but you're so confused, cause you don't feel pretty, you just feel used.”

starlight - trent alexander arnold

“He was tryna skip rocks on the ocean saying to me; ‘Don't you see the starlight, starlight? Don't you dream impossible things?’”

begin again - andy robertson

“you throw your head back laughing like a little kid, and i think it’s strange that you think i’m funny ‘cause he never did.”

the moment i knew - marcus rashford

“should’ve burst through the door with that ‘baby i’m right here smile’ and it would have felt like a million little shining stars had just aligned”

come back…be here - mason mount

“i guess you’re in london today, and i don’t wanna need you this way”

girl at home - jack grealish

“and it would be a fine proposition if i hadn’t once been just like her.”

better man - jack grealish

“it was always on your terms, waiting on every careless word, and hoping they might turn sweet again like they were in the beginning.”

nothing new - jordan henderson

“how can a person know everything at 18 and nothing at 22. will you still want me when i’m nothing new?”

babe - mason mount

“takin’ down the pictures and the plans we made, and its strange how your face doesn’t look so innocent. your secret has a consequence and that’s on you babe.”

message in a bottle - jorginho

“cause you could be the one that i love, i could be the one that you dream of”

i bet you think about me - mason mount

“does it make you feel sad? that the love that you’re looking for is the love that you had?”

forever winter - ben chilwell

“all this time i didn’t even know you were breaking down.”

run - kieran tierney

“and my so called friends, they don’t know, that i’d drive away before i let you go.”

the very first night - marcus rashford

“back then we didn’t know we were built to fall apart. we broke the status quo, then we broke each others hearts”

[footballfanfictions]

The thrill of the chase - Chapter Three

Pairings: Mason Mount/OC, Ben Chilwell/OC

Authors Note: Apologies again for how long this has taken to write, life has been absolutely manic the last couple of weeks. As always, I hope you enjoy this and feedback is gratefully received.

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 He’s pinning me down against the bed, leaning over me. His hands are everywhere, touching and caressing me wherever he can reach and his mouth is on my neck, sucking a patch of skin to mark me.

My hands are in his hair and I’m tugging at it to get him to look at me, so that I can connect our mouths again, but when I pull his face to mine, it isn’t Ben anymore. It’s Rory.

I wake up from the fantasy in a cold sweat, my bed sheet stuck to my slick back and my pyjama top crumpled. I put my head into my hands and sob quietly. I’m not crying because I’ve had some sex dream about a footballer that snogged me. I’m crying because once again, I*’m thinking about my ex boyfriend and it’s becoming obsessive.

I sit up in bed and find myself checking his social media. His facebook has him check in to some fancy hotel in the Cotswolds with his girlfriend. They had met not long after we broke up. In fact, the gap between us breaking up and them supposedly meeting was so slim that it made me wonder if he had been talking to her before we called it quits. I had no proof of that of course, but that didn’t make me feel any better about any of it. I imagined the two of them sharing a bed together in their hotel room, enjoying the comfort of sleeping next to someone. It had been so long that I barely remembered what that felt like. 

I almost texted Bri, she would have been happy to talk even if I woke her, but I wasn’t quite ready to share what I had been thinking about recently. It would be hypocritical of Bri to judge me for thinking about Rory when all she went on about at the moment was making her ex jealous. That made me think of Billy and how much he liked her. I had this awful feeling that if he did ask Bri out that she would use it as an opportunity and not give him a fair chance. Billy did not deserve to be used like that. 

I ran my fingers through my damp hair and collected it into a ponytail, tying it with the band that I had kept around my wrist since letting my hair down before bed. I had this weird habit that whenever I was feeling stressed, needed to really concentrate on something or make a decision, I would always tie my hair up. Rory had always thought it was nuts. I had noticed from their instagram pictures that his girlfriend never really wore her hair up. I always called her that, his girlfriend because giving her a name would make her feel real, and maybe there was a part of me that didn’t want her to be real and still clung onto the idea that we were just on a break, exploring our careers and travelling only to come back together again, get married and have three kids and a dog. 

My parents had tried really hard to hide their devastation when I told them about the break up, telling me that there were plenty more fish in the sea and that the timing just wasn’t right for me to meet someone. They had then of course both reminisced about their university partners which had led to a row when my dad spoke about his university girlfriend Mandy a little bit too fondly. 

I stared down at my phone, deciding that I needed a distraction, and the best distraction was work. I logged out of my own instagram account and clicked on the first saved profile in my list. It was the player that I had been posting for the other day before Billy had his accident. I checked his recent posts and likes and nothing seemed to be out of place, except perhaps for the fact that it was around 3am and he was getting regular messages, the name Sam appearing on my screen once again.  By this point in my maddened, ex-stalking state I will admit that I was curious. I clicked the icon that took me to his inbox and began to read. 

They were conversing about his impending separation from his wife and about how they couldn’t wait to be together. I felt like throwing up in my mouth that one of the players that I worked with would behave like that, although I hadn’t really met this player in particular. His name was Jorginho and he was known as somewhat of a joker.  I kept out of his way for that very reason, not being a big fan of practical jokes and pranks.

I was about to close his inbox when another message came in.

What do we do about Ben?

I blinked and re-read the message several times. Ben? 

What on earth could Ben have to do with Jorginho cheating on his wife and leaving her for this woman, I wondered.

I clicked on her profile then and scrolled back through her pictures. She was a stunning brunette and her posts were mainly bikini pictures with the odd paid promotion thrown in here and there. I scrolled until a picture stopped me dead in my tracks. It was a picture of her with Ben, both smiling into the camera, their arms around each other and a caption that read ‘my everything’.

There were a few more pictures of them together and it was very evident that she had once been Ben’s girlfriend. At first I felt a bit numb, then I felt a pang of jealousy, and then I felt angry that she was conducting an affair with one of his team mates right under his nose and probably planning on lying to him about it.

I didn’t know what to do with this information.

He never has to know. I’m spending one more season here then my contract expires and we can go anywhere. 

I read his response, that confirmed what I feared. They were going to sneak around and hide this from Ben, probably until the divorce was finalised and then they would disappear off to another country and Ben would be left to read about it in the press. Unless i did something about it. 

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I had a meeting with Marina this morning. She commented that I seemed really distracted and I commented that I needed content other than Mason Mount to post onto social media. Marina had laughed and said that he was increasing our social media engagement and that we had new fans and shirt sales as a result of his appeal. I muttered something rude under my breath about what I thought about his appeal.

Marina and I had a really good working relationship and could banter with each other whilst still acting professionally and having a great deal of respect.

We had decided that I could capture my own content for our social media whenever I liked and would be provided with equipment such as a camera to enable me to. I had agreed to this to get me out of just posting Mason, but it did mean extra work for me, doubling up on the job of the club photographer and that I would need to spend more time outside on the pitches with the players, something I wasn’t sure I particularly fancied doing.

I hadn’t spoken to Ben since he kissed me, and now I felt even worse about it because I had been thinking about Rory, and had discovered that his ex and his team mate were sleeping together.

It was only the first of September, but I had started thinking about content for Halloween and maybe even thanks giving as we now had an American player at the club. 

I was just messing around with different shades of orange in photoshop when there was a knock on my office door. 

I got up from my desk slowly, silently praying that it wouldn’t be Ben because I couldn’t face him without blurting out the secret. 

Instead I had the displeasure of opening the door to find Mason Mount stood there.

“What do you want?” I sighed. 

“God you are sunshine and rainbows this morning. You look like you haven’t slept.” he said grinning. He was trying to make me laugh by jokingly insulting me and then cupped my face with his hands and started to stroke beneath my eyes with his thumbs. I was about to ask him what the bloody hell he was doing when he said “just smoothing out the wrinkles”. 

I shook him off and crossed my arms over my chest.

“Sorry.” he mumbled. 

I let him in then rather than the two of us just standing in the door way. He walked over to my desk and perched on the end exactly like Ben had done before he had kissed me. Except surely Mason wasn’t going to do that.

“What can I help you with?” I asked, trying my best to be polite to him. He had tried after all to make me laugh. It wasn’t his fault that I was so worried about everyone and everything else going on around here.

“I have a bit of a problem. My girlfriend is in this girl band and they are doing a music video next week that she wants me to be in so that they can get more views. The thing is, I’m not sure it really fits with my brand.” he explained, looking down at his shoes and the carpet, his eyes darting back up to me every few seconds while I considered a response. 

“Well footballers have been in music videos before without it affecting any of their sponsorship or brand deals.” I responded, thinking about the music video Fernando Torres had been in for a spanish band years ago. 

“Maybe it’s not my image i’m necessarily worried about. I feel a bit used but don’t know how to tell her.” as he spoke he looked vulnerable for the first time and the cheekiness was all gone. 

“So if I’m getting this right, they’re a band kind of breaking through and you being in the video would get them a lot of views and might get them really famous. Don’t you want your girlfriend to be successful?” as I asked him, he looked thoughtful, and then sad.

“I don’t really want to be with someone that now only wants me because I’m famous, and wants to leech fame from me.” he shrugged. 

I remembered the rant I had at him about how privileged he was for being rich and famous at such a young age, but I now started to consider that it must come with some drawbacks like not knowing if the people closest to you actually like you for who you are or if they want to use you for fame and fortune. 

“Well if you like, if they ask us for permission I will say no and that i need you for one of our campaigns whenever it is scheduled for and that it’s non negotiable because the club pays your wages.” He grinned and hopped off the edge of the desk. 

He made to step towards me but I held out my hand to stop him.

“No need to thank me.” 

He nodded and proceeded to head towards my office door. I stopped him just before he grabbed the handle by saying “Can I give you some advice? I don’ think that you should be with someone like that either.”

Without turning back to me, he sighed and responded “I don’t think that you should be with someone like Ben Chilwell”.

Before I could say anything else in response he opened the door and left

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By lunchtime my brain was completely scrambled. I had busied myself with my idea for a thanksgiving tribute to Christian Pulisic the American player and planned special catering for the day to include a full turkey dinner in the canteen for him. That would of course give me the perfect opportunity for a post about how we are so thankful for him and want to make him feel at home. Marina would love it. 

I thought about hiding in my office until everyone returned to their jobs or their training and then going to the canteen, but I knew if I did that there would surely be no food left.

I was just loading my tray up with small items from the tapas menu when someone tapped me on the shoulder. Looking over it, I saw that it was Billy. His smile was 50-watt and could light up any room.

“Hey Billy, are you okay?” I asked him.

“Oh yes.” he nodded. “I’ve got a plan to ask ye friend out. Wanted to run it by you if you’re free?” 

I looked around and most of the tables were free so I agreed and said we could sit together and talk about it over lunch and that maybe Bri would join us if there wasn’t some kit emergency keeping her away. He smiled at that.

We sat down at a table by the window, a nice amount of sunshine came through it which warmed my back and the back of my neck nicely.

Billy went off immediately into explaining his plan to ask Bri out. He was going to have one of the lads accidentally rip his training shirt during the morning session so that he would have an excuse to go and see her.

“Hang on - tell me what day you’re planning this and I can distract her dad for a bit.” I interjected.

“Already got that covered sweetheart. He’s on a conference all of next week!” he grinned.

I looked puzzled and he laughed at the expression I was pulling. What kind of conference would a kit man need to go to? Were they brining out a new range or under armor or something like that?

“I know it sounds mad.” 

“It doesn’t just sound mad, it sounds like a good opportunity, go on.”I encouraged him.

He was going to fill one of the old unused offices with flowers and somehow convince Bri that she needed to follow him there so that he could ask her. It was so sweet and completely something that Bri would go for so I told him that his plan sounded brilliant and that I would help him in any way possible.

“I’m going to get her thinking about you in preparation you know.” I said, showing Billy a freshly edited picture of him on my phone screen that I was planning on posting that afternoon when I got back to my desk. “This beauty is going on all our social media pages. By the way, why did you never tell me that you used to model?”

He blushed bright scarlet when I brought up his modelling career and then we both descended into fits of laughter over it.

“You’re a really good friend, you know” he smiled. “If I can call you that.”

“Of course I’m your friend Billy.” I agreed.

“Well seeing as we are now best pals, do ye want to tell me what’s on your mind?” he asked.

I gulped, my mouth and throat suddenly feeling dry and uncomfortable. I couldn’t tell him what I had learnt about Jorginho, but maybe I could at least be honest about Rory.

“I had a really bad break up about a year ago and it’s still bothering me. Just you know, seeing other people happy and wondering what could have been.” I shrugged, trying to seem not fussed. I was bothered though and talking about it made the pain in my chest when I thought about him that little bit worse. I felt tears threatening to form.

Billy put his hand over mine and squeezed it.

“If you’re still following him or still friends on facebook, you need to delete him so that you can move on. Do you want me to do it for you?” he offered, holding his hand out to me for my phone.

Billy was right, I needed to let go of the part of me that still missed Rory, the part that felt jealous every time I saw what he was up to, and I could never get over that while it was accessible to me. 

I gave Billy my phone and told him Rory’s social media names even though he was the top person in all of my search history.

“Oh Katie, I’m sorry. It can’t have been nice to see him announce his engagement on here.” he said sympathetically.

It took a second for my brain and heart to catch up with each other and I felt sick to my stomach as I ask him to repeat himself.

I hadn’t heard him wrong and he showed me the post. I must have missed it by being so preoccupied with Ben’s situation. He had taken her to that fancy hotel in the Cotswolds to propose to her. Their grinning faces staring back at me from the picture didn’t feel like people I knew anymore.

“That’s that then. The end of that chapter of my life, officially.” I scraped my hair back and tied it up quickly.

“He’s gone from your virtual life too now.” Billy said, passing the phone back to me. 

“Thank you.” I said quietly. 

It’s hard to describe how you feel the second your hope for something shatters. The reality was that Rory was never going to realise that he had made a mistake and come back to me, because the reality was that we weren’t the same people we had been when we had first met at university and we had genuinely drifted apart. I could point the finger and blame him for possibly cheating, sure, but what good would that do me? Truth is we weren’t meant to be together and he hadn’t made a mistake. He had done the right thing to lead him to the person that he was supposed to be with. I just wished that I didn’t feel this way. I was sure that if I had moved on and met someone else my reaction would have been different. I might even have congratulated him. 

That evening I went home and cracked open a bottle of wine, and once I reached the bottom of it I cried myself to sleep.

[jamesmaddiscnx]

You are a voice actor and your voice has been used for a disney movie and one of Bens teammates daughters recognizes your voice and she thinks you are the princess from the movie, asking you to sing or say phrases from the movie. Preferably with Tangled please, it's my fav movie. Hope this isn't a too complicated request. Love your writings xxxxxxxx

request prompt: you’re a disney voice actor and one of the leicester kids recognises you.

word count: 613

warnings: none.

category: fluff

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Being a voice actor was so much better than you could have ever imagined. You could be quite forgetful at times so always having a script in front of you was a definite bonus. Not to mention the fact that most people recognised your voice instead of your face.

Your latest project was working on Disney’s newest princess movie, ‘Tangled’, which was going to tell the story of Rapunzel and her quest to escape her horrid ‘mother’. The moment that you read the script, you knew that you had to audition and lucky enough, you got the lead part that you wanted.

Your boyfriend, Ben, had been so proud of you and excited for you to share your talents with the rest of the world.

When the film was released, it was a worldwide phenomenon and every child and adult loved it and that included the kids of Ben’s teammates. They had become obsessed with Rapunzel and whenever you logged onto your Instagram, you could see them dressed up as the blonde princess.

When you went to pick Ben up from training since you had planned on getting ice cream afterwards as a treat. As you got out of your car, you noticed Jorginho’s wife with their son and daughter as you were singing one of the songs from ‘Tangled’ to yourself. You gave them a smile and a wave but as you did so, you noticed the little girl tugging on her mum’s sleeve and pointing towards you. You were confused, wondering if perhaps you had something on your face. Maybe you had forgotten to wash off your spot cream this morning?

“Are you the princess from ‘Tangled’?” You heard a small voice beside you and as you looked down, you noticed it to be Jorginho’s little girl. She had peeled away from her mother who was currently dealing with her son and hadn’t noticed that her daughter was no longer beside her.

“I am. Did you hear my singing?” You laughed as you kneeled down to be her height after walking her closer to her family so that her mother would be able to see that she was safe.

“I did! You’re my favourite princess.” She smiled at you and you felt your heart melt as her words finally sunk in. She thought that you were a real life princess.

“Why don’t you sing a bit of a song with me? Do you know this one?” You picked her up and propped her against your hip as you stood up and started to sing the iconic song, ‘I See The Light’ and allowed her to join in with you.

The squad started to emerge from the training centre and they all caught sight of you and Jorginho’s daughter singing together. Ben was the last one out and as he heard you both singing, a large grin spread across his face.

Ben walked across the car park with Jorginho, the two of them smiling at the scene that had unfolded in front of them.

“Wow! Aren’t you both the prettiest sounding princesses ever?” Ben spoke, placing his hand on your shoulder and smiling down at the little girl who all of a sudden became shy and reached for her dad.

“Thank you so much, Y/N. She’s obsessed with ‘Tangled’.” The Brazilian gave you a smile and you told him that it was really no problem whatsoever.

She had called you a princess afterall.

“Now, my royal highness, can we please go and get our ice cream? I’ve been looking forward to it all day.” Ben pleaded with you and with a laugh and a kiss on his cheek, you agreed and got yourself in the driver’s seat, ready to get your sweet, frozen cone of goodness.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

hi anon! this request was so different to anything else i’ve ever written and i must say, i loved it! tangled is definitely one of my favourite disney films too so I had lots of fun with this. lots of love, e x

tags: @harrywinksyx @kingkepa @glam-khal @alexajanecollins @kierantierncy @footballxwrites

[mountswhore]

Would you like to write for Jorgi again? If not you could pick another player. He has to pick up his best friend (who he fancies) from a party. She is slightly drunk and asks him to stay with her. They share a bed and shortly before falling asleep she confesses that she loves him. Fluffy next morning if possible :))

𝟐.𝟓𝟔𝐚𝐦 — jorginho

summary: after celebrating a work friend's birthday, jorgi finds himself in the car at gone 3 to pick you up.

notes: requests are CLOSED.

“Boring,” Jorgi huffed, “the first rule of being best friends with someone is to not have any other friends.”

You laughed at your friend, putting your phone on speaker as you were the only staff member left in the break room. It was a usual occurrence to call Jorgi on your lunch break, as it was sometimes the only way to connect with him. The pair of you had hectic schedules, and it seemed whenever he was free, you weren’t. And if the only way to talk to you was through the phone, Jorgi wouldn’t complain. Anything to hear you ramble for twenty minutes whilst he drives to work.

“Well if you can’t hang out tonight, what are you doing?” His question made you smile, you were beyond excited for tonight.

“It’s David’s birthday in two days, but we have a three-month review on Tuesday, so we’re celebrating today.” You commented, stirring some milk in your tea before returning back to your seat on the couch. You had another few minutes of your break left, before having to get back to the project you weren’t even halfway through. You blew it off a few days ago to spend an evening with Jorgi, promising him he wasn’t taking you from anything important. He was, but you’d never tell him that.

“You’ll be safe, won’t you?” Jorgi knew the answer would be ‘yes’. You were always safe, and he’d met David before, so he trusted him. David was a Chelsea supporter, and he remembered you telling him that David almost went into cardiac arrest when you told him you were friends with Jorgi. No matter how nice and friendly David was, Jorgi always felt a sting of jealousy upon hearing his name. You and him were the closest of your work group, having worked together since University, but Jorgi felt differently about you than David did. At least, he’d hoped so.

“Of course I will, we’ll be hungover for work tomorrow, that’s about it.” You replied, collecting your empty meal deal wrappers and throwing them away. “I will call you later, okay? My manager has been visiting our department a lot recently, I feel like he’s looking for someone to fire. And it can’t be me.”

Jorgi laughed, feeling satisfied at the perfect timing of your call, now arriving into the staff car park of the grounds. “My hard worker, speak soon.”

You, and the rest of the ensemble that were going to Rubix, a nightclub not far from where your work building was, had left work early. And you had told your colleagues in your group chat that it was a pain in the arse to get to, seeing as you drive forty minutes to work everyday, so David offered to pick you up. On the drive home, you should’ve been thinking about what you were going to wear, but instead you were thinking about Jorgi. You had turned him down to get drunk and party, and a small part of your brain was telling you it was a bad idea. An evening with Jorgi sounded like Heaven, especially after the work week you’d just survived.

You decided to text Jorgi two pictures when you’d gotten home, letting him decide which dress you should wear. And he’d almost had a heart attack when he opened his phone, forgetting he was at a red light that was seconds away from changing. He’d dropped his phone in his lap, looking for the nearest place to pull over, doing so at a pub car park. He stared at the images once again, one was you in a tight, emerald green dress, tightened around your frame and accentuating your body. The other was a strapless, black corset dress with a slight slit on the left leg.

How can I choose? You look great in both. He typed, reading over the message once again before sending it, overthinking about whether or not he’d been too forward.

You’re gonna have to choose something, because I can’t. You replied, giggling to yourself and getting back to brushing your hair. You always went for the same hairstyle on nights out, a half up, half down style. Whenever you’d sit at your vanity and stare at your hair, wondering what to do with it, you’d always think back to when Jorgi complimented your hairstyle once and now it was your go-to. He had a lot of influence over you, as did you with him.

Green one, he finally replied, sighing heavily and feeling grateful he wasn’t seeing you tonight. Especially after seeing those pictures, he didn’t think he’d be able to keep his eyes from your body. And that was such a grotesque, chauvinistic thought to him. He was drawn to much more than your body. He waited with anxiety coursing his veins, until you sent a smiley face, cooling down his rapid heart rate.

“You look lovely,” David commented, when you finally left your home and got into his passenger seat, shivering away the harsh January cold upon feeling his heated seats. The plan you’d agreed on was to park at his home, and walk the ten minute walk to the club. And the two of you hadn’t thought about just how cold it would be.

Your skin was riddled with goosebumps, and you felt blue. But finally, you’d made it to the club, and luckily, the line wasn’t long. Only a few standing impatiently, observing their IDs and laughing with their friends. You’d met up with the rest of your work friends inside, the heat of sweaty bodies and colourful lights felt strangely relieving as you pushed your way to the bar.

The start of the night was slow, you were all sipping on your drinks of choice and trying to steer clear of any work topics, until Jenna, the usually shy one of the bunch, suggested you all dance. Before you knew it, you were squished between strangers and friends, your vision becoming hazy and the music blurring together into an inaudible mess. You’d definitely had too much to drink, and you were crawling back for more. The pink gin started to taste watered down, and your heels felt a few inches taller than you remembered.

“I think you should call it a night,” David shouted over the music and holding onto your arms as you’d almost fallen.

“Call what a sight?”

David laughed, shaking his head. “A night. You’ve had a lot to drink, why don’t I call you an Uber?”

“No,” you groaned, “it’s your almost birthday. We have to party.”

“We also have to work tomorrow, and I don’t think you’ll be doing that if you have anything else but water to drink.” David countered, grabbing your bag from the bar and handing it to you. You didn’t resist, you trusted David more than anything, and you let him lead you outside. That was when you felt the urge to text Jorgi, the one who you should've said 'yes' to tonight, as the liquor was already starting to worsen your mobility.

After a few rings, Jorgi had answered, and it was only then you'd realised the time. Pulling the phone from your ear and looking at the small time written in the corner of your phone screen, your heart clenched when you saw it was 2.56am.

"Hey, what's up? Are you okay?" Jorgi was more alert after realising it was you, hearing your drunk slurs over the phone. He sat up in bed, forgetting all about his early start tomorrow, and only focusing on you.

"Jorgi I wanted to be with you this evening," you whimpered, overcome with emotion and sliding down the harsh, bricked wall. David crouched beside you, holding your bag and watching your stance to make sure you didn't fall over, despite being drunk himself.

"That's okay," Jorgi laughed, his cheeks warming at the sweet sentiment, "you can be with me another time."

"No, what about tonight? Is it too late?" You asked, and Jorgi knew he shouldn't say yes, he had work tomorrow. But how could he deny you? He never has denied you of anything, he was at your beck and call and has been since you began this friendship.

"Do you need to stay at mine?" Jorgi asked, swinging his legs over the bed and searching for his shoes. He was willing to drive wherever for you, no matter how long it took, he was in deep and didn't think he'd ever escape. He didn't want to.

"Yes," you soft, drunk voice cooed, smiling happily as the wind hit your face, "my house is too far away," you commented, relieved you were getting to see Jorgi today.

He was in his car no more than five minutes later, following the directions his phone was giving him to this stupid nightclub. Rubix. Yuck, he thought. It was hard to see where you were, despite telling him you were waiting by the side of the building, and finally he spotted your squinted eyes and stumbling frame as you were blinded by his headlights.

He'd gotten out of the car, immediately running to your aid and helping you into the passenger seat, thanking David for taking care of you. You were slumped against his window, only slightly opening your eyes to look at him, and his concerned features.

"Do you feel okay? Do you want me to open the window a bit?" He questioned, hoping to make you feel as at ease as he could. And you'd ignored him, too out of it to say or do anything.

When he'd safely returned home, he was at your side once again and helping you into his house. You were wobbling as you tried walking up the stairs, Jorgi sighing and lifting you up to his second floor. And even as he let go of your legs, you were still stuck to him. Your arms were around his shoulders and you just wanted a hug from him, you'd been thinking about it all night.

"Guest room?" He asked, and you shook your head.

Jorgi disappeared into his room, leaving you to hold onto the railings as you waited for him, and he'd returned with a shirt and some sweatpants. "They might be too big for you, but it's something comfortable to sleep in."

"Thank you, Gorg-" you stuttered, cutting yourself off with a reddened face, "I mean Jorgi." He just laughed, leading you to the bathroom and waiting outside the door for you.

When the two of you were tucked into his bed ten minutes later, you were facing each other, but no contact whatsoever. You desperately wanted to feel his skin on yours, but you wanted to remember it, you wanted it to feel special. So you settled for a simple hand on your waist.

"Feeling better now?" He spoke softly, his voice no louder than the cars driving by his house.

And you were. Despite the inevitable headache, vomiting, and overall horrid feeling, you were feeling so much better. You nodded to him, hoping he could see it in the darkness of his room. "Thank you, Jorgi. I love you."

He had been waiting for that phrase from you for ages, but he wished it wasn't just as he was falling asleep. Because he knew he'd be up all night thinking about it, wondering if you meant it, wondering if you were going to say anything about it tomorrow. But his heart quickly settled once he felt your hand on his cheek, and your eyes on his face. He had forgotten what his mind was racing about.

"I love you too," he whispered back, not knowing whether you meant it in the way he did.