#tyrone mings blurb

[valentinajadehill]

tyrone mings masterlist

captains part one, part two, part three

highlight part one, part two, part three, part four

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[emwritesfootball]

Clingy | Tyrone Mings

Hi, would you be able to do a longer, really fluffy, clingy Tyrone one, thank youuuu

A/N: Written a lot of filth the last couple days, so here’s some fluff. Also, I know I have a blurb or something with a clingy Ty but I cannot find it for the life of me so if there are similarities to that, just disregard xo

Warnings: slight mention of sex

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The sun was already streaming in through the window, alerting you to the fact that it was morning but you couldn’t care less. You and Tyrone had had a late night the night before, staying up and watching a movie that turned into going to bed well past midnight. 

You rolled over, greeted by Tyrone still lying in bed next to you. Usually he was up well before you, either getting an early start to the day with a workout or checking in on one of his various endeavors outside of football.

“I don’t wanna get out of bed,” you murmured, voice still thick with sleep as you shifted to rest your head on his chest. 

Ty instinctively pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Me, either. It’s the first morning in a long time that I don’t have anything pressing.”

“Relax, baby. You deserve it.” You knew how hard Tyrone worked in all aspects of his life; sometimes you didn’t know how he did it, juggling a football academy, an interior decorating firm and his personal life outside of his football career. 

You traced the compass tattooed on his chest and moved to the words on his collarbone when you were done. 

“I’ve missed mornings like this,” he whispered, taking your hand in his and bringing to his lips. In one quick motion, you were underneath him and his face was buried in the crook of your neck.

“Me, too. I’ve missed having my own personal weighted blanket.” The two of you giggled, cuddling and kissing as you enjoyed your lazy morning.

When you finally got out of bed, both of you were practically attached at the hip. Tyrone didn’t leave your side as he joined you in the shower, and you followed him into the kitchen to cook breakfast together, feeding each other bites of toast and forkfuls of fruit while you waited for the eggs and bacon to cook.

You migrated to the sofa after breakfast, Ty with some interior design book and you with the latest book recommendation. He leaned back so you could lay between his legs, your back pressed against his chest while the two of you read. You exchanged kisses like page turns, losing track of time as the sun started to fall.

“Shall we order in?” Ty asked, already placing an order at your favourite nearby takeaway place, barely waiting for you to answer.

The food ended up like the two of you, all mixed into one big plate that the two of you shared. 

“This has been the most perfect day,” you said, climbing into Ty’s lap for cuddles and kisses.

“We should definitely do this more often,” he agreed, his hands coming up to wrap around your waist and trace circles on your back.

You went to bed entangled in one another, slow lazy kisses turning into slow lazy sex to end the day. 

If only you could do it all again tomorrow.

[footballffbarbiex]

she’s been posting stuff on her instagram of her going on dates and being close with this “guy”, and it kills him. so he comes up to her, apologises for his mistakes in the past, and confesses that he can’t move on. and of course i’m imagining this for mr. mings…

thank you, amy❣️

definitely gonna continue this but getting the start of it out is what i needed. I hope you like it bb.

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Tyrone sits in his car, elbows on the steering wheel, head in his hands. He knows he shouldn't be here, shouldn't be sitting around the corner of his ex girlfriend's home but he couldn't stop himself from driving here. The only thing he could do is park up when he did, rather than stare up at the brick house and wish he had the balls to step up to her door and be the man that she needed him to be all those weeks ago.

All it had taken was one song, their song, to come on his playlist and his fingers were reaching for his phone to check out her social profiles. He hated that he still had her on there. In a way, he hated that she allowed him to still be on there. It would have been easier had she cut him off, blocked his number and his accounts and refused to let him see what she was up to. Their pictures remained up, the ones where she'd be looking into the camera as he could do nothing but stare at her with a smile and a loved up expression etched upon his face.

He couldn't remember exactly when or why things turned sour, he just remembered that they had. No amount of words could salvage the relationship once she pulled herself together and uttered the words, "Ty, I deserve better than what you're giving me right now."

He knew she was right. Knew the only person to blame was himself but it didn't make it easier to try to move on when the reason was following him wherever he went.

That one song had made him load up her profile and there she was, sitting at a restaurant table - the tell-tale white and red tablecloth of the Italian place that he knew she loved was beneath her fingertips. It was her celebration place. Never wanting to go there when she was feeling sad, only wanting to be there if there was something she felt happy about, which only made him feel worse to know that she had finally something to feel good about without him being present.

She was grinning, a glass halfway to her mouth as she looked past the camera lens and into the eyes of the photographer who was making her laugh. It could of course be one of her girl friends, but something about the way she was looking off camera, the use of the heart emoji in the caption and the location that he knew her to use as a date location told him otherwise; that the feeling in his gut was right - she was moving on.

The feeling of irrationality had pulled him behind the wheel and driven him to where he parks now. The picture had been posted three days ago and so with a bit of luck, she would be home without her new love.

Tyrone swallows the nausea feeling, removes his seatbelt and opens the car door. Cold air hits his skin, momentarily grounding him in place while a wave of reason washes over him. He closes the car door, pressing the button on his key fob to lock it behind him as he begins to make his way to hers.

"What are you going to say to her?" he asks himself quietly out loud as her home comes up ahead. Each step brings it into view and he realises now he’s almost there that he has no idea what he wants to say to her. "This better be good. Do not mess her up again."

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[footyblurbs]

love as comfort // tyrone

friends to lovers, "if I don't kiss you now, I'll die" vibes w tyrone mings 🥺

if you can could you do one with tyrone mings with the prompt “two characters brushing their lips together, lingering for a moment before crashing their lips together” xx

The night after the euro finals and you were waiting in your good friend Tyrone’s living room, still having a hard time processing the fact that the only person he wanted to be waiting for him when he got back was you. He wasn’t shy about making that known, answering the influx of text in the group chat with a thanks before singling you out, making sure you’d be there waiting there alone when he got back - asking you to feed his dog Pablo with a smile and a puppy emoji. As you were together watching the finals, your mutual friend read Ty’s text aloud and you were the only one who seemed surprised at the request. 

Tyrone loved the little entourage of friends and family that surrounded him but after the intensity of the past 24 hours he found himself craving just one person- you. Usually he’d go out of his way to be subtle about the feelings he masked with friendship but he was so worn down that he didn’t think twice about being selfish for once. The second you left to head to Tyrone’s your friends were lamenting how clueless the two of you were about your affections for one another, they were driving themselves up the walls trying to knock some sense into you both and were desperately hoping that tonight would be the night you saw what was right in front of you. 

You were snuggled up on the couch with Pablo when you heard Tyrone burst through the door. Considering the events of the day, you weren't sure what shape your best friend would be in and how he would greet you. Hell, you weren’t sure how to greet him. Still you muster up the smile you haven't realized you reserve just for him and the next thing you know you're wrapped up in his arms and in the air as he holds you, breathing you in. Your heart stutters when you realize you are instinctively doing the same. He puts you down and you open your mouth to speak, to say something, anything, but instead you find yourself gravitating towards his lips. “Hi,” he whispers shakily, meeting you halfway before your lips brush together. The tension leaves both your bodies and you move even closer against his body. He makes a noise you've never heard from him, a happy little sigh, before he seems to remember himself and pulls away. “I'm so sorry Y/N… I just needed-” Your lips crash against his before he finishes his thought. Tyrone seems to understand what you want and picks you up, one arm holding you against him as he reaches up to cup your cheek - everything else forgotten as long as you're here in his arms.

[macybeckham7]

Tyrone admiring you as you sleep with your pregnant on show

Tyrone comes home and finds you laying in the middle of the bed, you had a little bra on and some shorts which showed off your pregnant stomach. He stays in the doorway, a smile appearing on his face as his eyes gaze over you. Your hand gently over your stomach in a protective way, he admires how perfect pregnancy looked on you. You were glowing. He walks over to you, gently kissing your forehead and leaving a little one for the bump. He lays behind you and cuddles you.

[chilly-me-softly]

Heyy gyal!!!

Can you do a Tyrone imagine, maybe a one-shot? Where you're both pissed at each other, having a full blaring heated argument about something that isn't so minor which is why the argument gets blown out of proportion pretty bad. You're a more stubborn character than Ty so when he realises that the argument is t going anywhere he decides to walk away from it but you're not having it, telling him you're not done and grabbing his arm. He shrugs your hand off a little too aggressively and you get thrown towards the counter, hitting your hip against it. When he notices he's hurt you, he becomes all soft but you're scared and dart to your room, locking it and staying away from him while he tries to get you to open up.

Another long request 😅 You can't blame meee 😂🤪🤍

I just looove long ones 😉💙

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"I don't like your mother using our house key as she pleases" you start that conversation by laying against the sink after dinner. You had thought about it a lot, you didn't want to create unnecessary problems but that was your home and all you were asking for was a little respect. This had been going on for a while and you had never said anything, the woman had always helped you so much after all, but for a while now you had reached your limit and you wanted Tyrone to talk to her or you would and you certainly wouldn't be as nice as her son probably would have been.

"What are you talking about. We gave it to her for when we're not around"

"Exactly! I can't have her in my living room all of a sudden, this is my house. Our house"

"What am I supposed to do, ask for it back?!" he asks sarcastically and when you raise an eyebrow he scoffs. "No way! (Y/N) I can't do that, I have theirs too-"

"That's for emergencies" you interrupt him, "When we go to their place I seem to remember we use the doorbell"

He rolls his eyes resting his hands on the back of the chair in front of him, "You're overreacting"

"I'm overreacting? Ty, I had just gotten out of the shower and found her in the kitchen, with her head in our fridge"

"She brought us something to eat"

"But that's not the point. I can't just be free to pretend I'm not home if I don't want to see anyone?!"

"Why would you leave my mother out?"

"Tyrone I swear..." you breathe deeply closing your eyes for a moment so you don't scream like a madwoman.

"What, it seems to me that you're always grateful when we're gone and she comes in with that key" he gives you a dirty look as you raise your hands to the sky only to let them fall on your hips creating a dull noise.

"That's not the point!" you yell again, frustrated that Tyrone can't understand, "The point is she abuses it, it's my house and I don't feel safe"

"I'm not asking for it back. End of discussion" his tone doesn't allow for a reply as he pushes that chair forward in frustration and goes to get out of there to end that discussion since the way things are going you could talk about it endlessly and neither of you could come out victorious anytime soon.

"End of discussion? Who do you think you are" you are not having it though and quickly go around the counter to grab him and not allow him to leave. There's no way you're going to be painted as the paranoid one or the annoyed one when the problem is absolutely not you in that case.

But Tyrone is determined to leave and he shrugs his arm to free himself from your grasp almost immediately and with such force that he catches you off guard. That gesture throws you off balance as you take a few steps backwards, and the next thing you know you're avoiding falling ruinously to the ground thanks to the counter. Your side lands against it, causing you to hiss.

"(Y/N)!" Tyrone yells almost immediately with fright in his voice clearly audible as your knuckles turn white from the force with which one of your hands has grabbed onto the counter itself. When you realise you're on your feet, you slowly release your grip, avoiding Tyrone who has approached you in the meantime.

Neither of you speak, you look into each other's eyes worriedly, still in shock; and when you see him move imperceptibly something inside you snaps, pulling you back and dodging him to quickly head for your room. You only have time to lock the door with your vision fogged by tears before you can hear Tyrone trying to open the door.

"(Y/N) please let me in" he begs you from the other side of that wooden surface, you bring a hand to your mouth to muffle the sobs that are starting to come out. You're not sure what you're crying about, whether it's fear or frustration over the argument or the pain that's still radiating from your side or the whole thing.

You sit on the edge of the bed as Tyrone is still trying to get the handle to give way and open the door while there is complete chaos in your head. "(Y/N) please at least let me know you're okay"

"I'm sorry" he sighs resting his forehead against the door after a while as he continues to hear nothing from inside the room. "I'll stay here okay? When you're ready I'll be out here"

Part 2

[nuestraluzdelaluna]

✦:˒ random clubs masterlist ◞⁺☆．

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✎ who i write for

ღ players i love writing for

✦:˒ smut

↯ angst

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˗ˏˋ everton ´ˎ˗

⿻ dominic calvert- lewin

dad

first date

slow dancing

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˗ˏˋ juventus ´ˎ˗

⿻ paulo dybala

✦:˒ first time

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˗ˏˋ leeds united ´ˎ˗

⿻ robin koch

secret spilled

realisation

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˗ˏˋ aston villa ´ˎ-

��� tyrone mings

height difference

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˗ˏˋ psg ´ˎ-

⿻ kylian mbappe

✦:˒ virginity

✦:˒ teacher

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˗ˏˋ real madrid ´ˎ-

⿻ martin ødegaard

loss

his girl

rumors ↯

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[footballerimaginess]

Forehead kisses with tyrone mings please!

The height difference always made you laugh because you were a lot smaller than Tyrone. You were cuddling after the away game at Brighton. Tyrone kissed you gently on the forehead. “Love you” he mumbled. “Love you always” you whispered. “You two are so cringe” Matty laughed. “No need for that babe” you laughed as you rolled your eyes. “I’ll see you at home” he smiled as he kissed you gently again. “See you later, have a safe journey” you waved, leaving him.

[movnts]

hi love! Could you do one where your ex boyfriend is also a football player and during a game your ex just won’t stop trying to get a reaction out of tyrone, he ends up saying something disrespectful about you and tyrone gets really mad, even though it stressed you, later you tell ty how much you appreciate him standing up for you (sorry if its long)

the car ride was painfully silent, the tension thick enough to slice with a knife as you’d struggle to string together a coherent sentence. you knew that tyrone was aware that you’d saw the little altercation on the pitch, his face twisted in anger for the remaining half of the game as you’d hide your face away from the prying eyes of people wanting to see whether you’d had a reaction or not. your fingers were still sore as you’d clamp them together in your lap, your nails red and chewed as you’d spent the rest of the game gnawing away in stress.

“he disrespected you,” he’d simply state, his words on the verge of being bitter as he’d keep his eyes focused on the road in front. your brain flashed to the image of tyrone’s forehead pressed against your ex’s, his jaw tense as you could only imagine what type of words had been shared between the both of you before his chest was hauled back by a teammate. ever since you and tyrone had made it official you knew it was only a matter of time before the emotions would start to bubble away whenever the two teams clashed.

“he’s such a dickhead!” tyrone’s teeth would grit together, lips curled into a frown as you’d snort in response, not able to hold your laughter back as you’d push a hand over your mouth. his head would turn to you as the traffic light flashed red, the side of his face drenched in a scarlet, sodium hue.

“i appreciate it, i really do,” you’d whisper, his face softening at the sound of your voice. a sigh of relief would roll off his tongue, one that he didn’t know he was holding as you’d hum along to a random song that cackled away on the radio.

“i would have won that fight, y’know,” his chuckles would lift the uncomfortable strain that had been shared between the both of you at the start of the drive home, his eyes crinkled at the corners as you’d slap playfully at his chest. see, you’d never condone violence - but a little push and shove during an already rowdy football game between your boyfriend and your ex who you absolutely despised?

“he’s not worth it, ty… but i know you would,” you’d shoot a wink in his direction as he’d twist and turn round all the streets, your chin tucked in the palm of your hand as your pupils would try to decipher the blur of scenery as you’d whiz past. his hand would tenderly reach out for your thigh, fingers stroking figures of eight against your leg as you’d smile in acknowledgment.

[trentaafcsblog]

Being bratty all day and Tyrone has enough of you and pulls you over his lap roughly taking of your shorts and starts spanking you and it’s the first time he ever did it to you

It’s like all of his built up frustration just comes out at once, his hands grabbing your body and practically throwing you over his lap before he’s ripping your shorts off, “fucking brat” he spits, spanking one of your ass cheeks as hard as he can and smirking when you start whimpering, “gotta tell me all of the bad things you’ve done today” he’s saying in the most patronising tone, and you know exactly what’s coming each time you list one, the red outline of his hand only being engraved into your skin more and more with each confession, secretly finding this side to Tyrone the sexiest thing ever

[jadonsanhco]

Could you do a Tyrone mings one where you get on your knees ans tie your hair up to record his reaction but when you go to get back up he pulls you on his lap and takes you upstairs so you and him can have some fun please and thank you xxxx

he smirked when you sat down on your knees in front of him, you trying not to giggle at him getting excited, not knowing you’re just messing with him. you tied your hair up in a ponytail and leaned down a bit, reaching for your phone charger which you knew you had accidentally dropped, giving you the perfect opportunity to carry out your plan. “got it,” you said innocently and stood back up, tyrone in shock and starting to understand what’s going on. “nah you’re not getting away with that, we’re going upstairs now,” he said and effortlessly lifted you up to carry you upstairs and have his way with you.

[emwritesfootball]

Domestic Fluff Prompts | 16 with Tyrone Mings

having a secret signal for parties that means “Let’s go home now”

Warnings: none

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You checked your phone for what felt like the hundredth time, hoping you were being discreet. The party raged on around you, but you weren’t interested. Ty had convinced you to come out with him tonight, and while you’d been having a good time, you were ready to go home. You’d locked and unlocked your phone, opening the messaging app before your attention got drawn elsewhere. You weren’t even sure Tyrone was ready to leave yet, but you gave him a look across the room and he smiled when his eyes met yours.

He disappeared for a moment and you spent a moment looking for your boyfriend in the crowd. You gasped when you felt an arm around your shoulders, Tyrone’s fingers tapping three times on your right arm before he placed a kiss on your left cheek.

“Five minutes?” You whispered.

“Five minutes.”

Five minutes later, you and Ty were meeting at the car, sharing conspiratorial smiles as he unlocked the doors and let both of you in. “Should we grab something to eat before heading home? I’m starving.”

You leaned over the centre console, kissing his cheek. “That sounds perfect.”

[footballffbarbiex]

Winter: Home This Christmas

Player: Tyrone Mings Words: 1021 Request: Tyrone mings  - She  -  500 – 900  - song prompt: home this christmas by justin bieber — worriedly waiting for him to come home cause he’s stuck in a snow storm, then he finally comes home and she warms him up and makes him something warm and they sit by the fireplace sharing warmth. (please make her run to hug him under the snow the second he gets off the car bcs that’s the scene i always imagine in my head listening to this song…) thank you amy❤️

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I'll be waiting under the mistletoe While you're driving here through the winter snow Baby think of me if it helps to get you home When the only gift that I really need Is to have your arms wrapped around me Baby think of me if it helps to get you home

Tyrone had promised he’d be safe and she never doubted his driving abilities. There wasn’t another car that she felt more comfortable and safe in than his. His calming presence teamed with the way he had complete control over the car always settled her mind.

But snow was unpredictable. Black ice lurked beneath fresh snow, especially as it had been coming down for the last 24 hours. She’d hoped it would pass, like it nearly always did in Britain. Rarely did snow settle and if it did, the roads were watered down slush until there was nothing left once the gritters had been out. But in the last couple of hours, snow had fallen heavily and continued to do so, making her sit nervously near the window in the living room with her phone on loud.

The closer it became to his ETA arrival, the more tense she became. Usually Tyrone would have sent a hands free text by now, getting his phone to send the message so he could continue to drive with both hands where they needed to be. But with ten minutes left until he was due home and still no text, she could feel the anxiety bubbling up in her with every passing moment. She’d tried to take her mind off his journey home earlier by prepping and slowly cooking a hearty and thick soup which was transferred to the slow cooker to keep warm. He’d told her the night before he was due to go as they’d laid in bed that he’d been craving it and she figured it would be the perfect way to welcome him back.

She’d been out in the yard for most of yesterday, shovelling it away onto the grassy verges, pushing it up against the hedges as out of the way so the car would be able to come up the driveway safely. She’d even purchased a bag or two of gritting salt to try and get the pathways clear but the snow was falling so thickly, it had blanketed over everything. Still, it wasn’t as thick as it could have been had she not taken precautions; even if her hands and nose had been red for what felt like hours afterwards.

Drumming her fingers on her knee, she keeps it up for a few more seconds before getting to her feet, ignoring the way her feet tingle and the sensation shoots up her legs from where she’s been sitting for too long in the same position without really moving. With one slow foot in front of the other, she heads to the kitchen for a drink. Sitting and waiting isn’t speeding anything up and she thinks concentrating on something as simple as a beverage may help take her mind off it.

She’s just finishing up, the spoon about to be replaced back on its holder when she hears the crunch of snow from the tires breaking through the light crust of the iced snow tops beneath the fresh layers. The spoon clattering to the side echoes around the empty kitchen as her footsteps thud through the hallway as she runs towards the front door.

Fingers quickly undo the locks, toes working her feet into her boots until they’re as on as she’s prepared to let them be before she’s tugging open the door and running as fast as she can through the thick whiteness until she reaches his car while he climbs out. By the time she’s in his arms, his coat is already covered in flakes, hair now white and though his lips feel warm against hers, his nose becomes colder with each passing second.

“What are you doing out here? You could catch a cold.” He chuckles as he looks over her once she breaks the kiss reluctantly but her teeth chattering gives her away.

“I’ve just been so nervous,” she replies as he runs the knuckles of his fingers down her cheek, making her lean into his touch and close her eyes for a second or two. When she re-opens them, he’s grinning at her. “And you hadn’t text.”

“Battery drained. Charger is in the back. I debated pulling into a service station, but I figured I’d be wasting time and I could be here sooner if I didn’t.”

He hip bumps the door until it closes and presses the button on his key fob to lock the doors, prompting her to ask, “aren’t you getting your bags?”

“Can get them later. The only thing I want to do right now is get inside, out of these and into something much more comfortable and get under whatever blanket you’ll have out and not move for a while.” he replies, pressing a light kiss to her nose just to watch her smile.

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Tyrone, now dressed in thick warm sweatpants, hoodie and socks, makes his way towards where she is. The fireplace is flickering with life, flames snapping and crackling as they lick up the chimney behind the fireguard. Candles are lit, the blanket is ready to snuggle into and she’s leaning over the couch, fluffing up the pillows. Two bowls of the hot soup sit waiting to be devoured on the coffee table, with napkins, spoons and a drink to help wash it down.

“Babe, you didn’t need to do all of this.”

“It’s nothing,” she dismisses his concerns with a wave of her hand. “I wanted to.”

“You remembered the soup,” he says with a chuckle, resisting the urge to lick his lips - though when he’s close enough, he inhales deeply and the sound of his belly rumbling is audible. “Thank you.”

“I just needed you home, that's all.” She replies, patting the seat beside her, watching with happiness as he curls himself into a ball, rests the bowl on his knee and tucks in.

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[footyblurbs]

prompt 39 with tyrone mings x

''everything is going to be okay'' kisses

“I’m not gonna let them say this shit about you, Y/N!” Tyrone shouts, not at you, never at you, but in general. He usually reserves that booming voice for the football pitch, and almost never uses it around you, which is how you know he is really furious. “Calm down, yeah? It’s okay babe.” You whisper, reaching out to place your hands on his shoulders. The funny thing about people writing nasty things about you was that you were the always the one calming Tyrone down, not the other way around. “Nah, it’s not okay! Instagram comments from trolls are one thing, but this shit?” He gestures to the phone that you had pried from his hands moments ago when you realized what he was reading some trash article about you both being spotted with members of the opposite sex, and how that clearly meant that you were a no good cheater, stepping out on a member of the nation's football team. Things like that never really got to you, but you could tell that Ty was fuming. “Nah, I’ve got to talk to someone about this,” he insists as he reaches across the desk and picks up his phone again.

White knuckling the device, he leans back in his desk chair with his long legs stretched out, one of them bouncing up and down with frustration. Watching him, so protective and ready to fight for your honor honestly made it more than easy to forget whatever was written about you because some desperate creep needed to make word count. “Look at me, Ty,” you insist and he tears his focus up from his phone to take in the expression on your face. As you straddle his lap, you try to convey through your languid movements and calm demeanor just how truly unbothered you are by the whole thing. “Everything is going to be okay,” you murmur against his lips as you cup his face with one hand and take the phone out of his grasp with the other. Now that his hands are free he instinctively grabs your bum and pulls you closer against him while you bring him in for a long kiss. When you finally break away, you begin to pepper kisses against his neck and whisper, “I’m okay, my love.” Hearing this, Tyrone is able to forget about things for a second and you feel his mind, and body, travel elsewhere.

[macybeckham7]

you tell them to get something from your bag and they find the ultrasound you forgot to hide with mings

You were away for the weekend, you had completely forgotten about the ultrasound that was in your bag when you asked Tyrone to get out a cardigan. He walks to the bedroom and rummages through to get it, when he finds a piece of paper, he turns it around wondering it was. He felt his heart rate go up as he realises that it was yours. You walk in wondering what was taking him so long. ‘You��We are pregnant?’ he questions. You nod as you felt guilt run over you as you wanted to make a big announcement to him for being a daddy not just finding it. ‘I’m sorry’ you tell him as he walks over to you and holds your little bump and hugs you. ‘Don’t be sorry, this is the happiest day of my life’ he says getting emotional.

[chilly-me-softly]

Hey! We must get a part 2 for the one with Ty and the reader arguing 🥺🥺🥺

Part 1

Tears stopped falling long ago, now you're just lying in bed with an empty mind. You don't know what to feel first, what to think first so you simply don't feel anything. There is only silence broken by the clock in the room or some sudden noise.

You look towards the door, you've imagined yourself opening it a couple of times at least to reassure Tyrone; you've imagined him still out there like he told you he would be, his giant figure curled up waiting perhaps almost dozing with his head against the wall and a worried expression on his face. But you couldn't move. Your head was already there, after all you knew it wasn't his fault and everything that had happened had put the discussion in the background for the moment; but you were so comfortable there with no thoughts and it was easier than facing reality.

Something is slipped under the door and you blink a couple of times realising it's a paper.

Can you open the door? you read in Tyrone's handwriting as you crawl your socked feet across the floor and slowly reach for that piece of paper. And pick up a pen there on the dresser writing give me a minute, before you slip it under the door like he did and snap the lock.

Quick as a flash you sprint into the en-suite bathroom, allowing him in but putting another obstacle between you. Only you don't lock it so it's easier to tentatively stick his head inside to check on you.

You're standing in front of the mirror, your hands holding on to the porcelain sink, when you see Tyrone's figure coming up behind you. You can't speak, you know that if you opened your mouth more tears would probably leave your eyes so you simply stay silent. You just let him gently brush one of your shoulders, moving down your arm.

"Can I see?" you can see from the mirror that his gaze is directed to your hip. Sorry, concerned, uncertain, praying, you can't quite decipher it. And the time that passes from his question to your faint nod seems endless.

With immense delicacy, Tyrone takes the hem of your shirt in his hand and starts to lift it slowly. You're not sure if he's breathing but you're not sure if you are either so. For the pain you had felt you thought worse, instead only a small purple spot has formed.

"Does it hurt?" he tentatively brings his hand closer to that spot but you retreat by lowering your gaze, putting some distance between the two of you. You hear him sigh before a drawer closes and he returns to the room with a small box in his hand.

"Just some lotion, to keep it from spreading" but he doesn't know what to do, whether to give it to you or put it on himself and you still haven't said anything. But then he decides to ignore that palpable awkwardness by taking a few steps towards you, "Lie down, come on"

It takes you a few moments to properly connect, your eyes not leaving his face for a second as you carefully lie back down and he lifts your shirt back up revealing your waist. Your gazes only meet as you hiss at the contact of your skin with that cold lotion, then he returns his focus and gently spreads that gel over the affected area.

When it's dried out, Tyrone pulls your shirt down and walks back into the bathroom to put the box down. You hear the water running before you see him emerge from the bathroom. Without a word he comes to lie beside you, an arm around your body almost above your breasts so as not to weigh you down on your side; your hands intertwining and a light kiss left under your ear. That's when you let another couple of silent tears escape and that's how you spend the rest of the evening, in silence but at least in each other's arms.