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suprise!

ki. antonelli x reader

a impulse decision mixed with loneliness results in ypu adopting a kitten, miso.

taglist (tw) : established relationship, kimi antonelli x reader, fem!reader, kittens, public space

the apartment had never felt so quiet. at first, you liked the silence.

it meant sleeping in your own bed instead of hotel rooms. it meant lazy mornings with coffee on the balcony and evenings where you could watch whatever you wanted without kimi stealing the remote.

but after a while, the silence became lonely.

his hoodies still hung over the back of the sofa, his racing simulator sat untouched in the corner, his mug was still on the drying rack from the last morning he’d been home. everywhere you looked, there was something that reminded you of him.

you tried filling the time by meeting up with friends, picking up extra shifts at work, binge-watching shows you’d been meaning to start and even learning how to make his favourite pasta.

none of it changed the fact that every night, the apartment felt too big for one person.

one afternoon, while walking home after grabbing groceries, you passed a small animal rescue.

a tiny orange kitten was asleep against the glass.

you stopped and pressed your cheek against the wall.

the kitten met ypur eyes, walked over and pressed one tiny paw against the window.

“…oh no.”

you knew that feeling.

twenty minutes later, you were sitting inside the rescue with the kitten asleep in your lap while a volunteer smiled knowingly.

“i think she likes you.”

you looked down at the little ball of orange fluff purring against your hoodie. she reminded you of andrea. “…i think she has.”

you should probably ask kimi.

but that would’ve been the responsible thing to do.

instead, you convinced yourself you’d just visit the kitten again tomorrow.

you left forty-five minutes later carrying a cat carrier, a bag of food, a scratching post, toys and adoption papers..

the apartment didn’t feel quite so empty anymore.

the kitten followed you everywhere:

when you cooked, she sat by your feet.

when you folded laundry, she curled up in the warm pile of clothes.

when you facetimed kimi, she somehow always managed to stay just out of frame.

“you’ve been smiling a lot more lately,” he said one evening.

“have i?” you tilt your head.

“yeah.”

you smiled to yourself. “maybe i’m just happy to see you.”

he grinned. “i’ll take that.”

you almost told him, more than once but every time, you imagined the look on his face if you surprised him, so you kept the secret.

two weeks later, you were flying out to meet him for race weekend.

miso slept peacefully inside a small carrier at your feet. you’d already gotten permission to bring her into the paddock from the team and everyone who knew had promised not to tell kimi which apparently was the hardest secret they’d ever had to keep.

you were waiting outside the mercedes hospitality unit when kimi finally appeared. the moment he spotted you, his entire face lit up “there you are.” he wrapped you in a hug so tight your feet nearly left the ground. “i missed you.”

“i missed you too.”

he kissed your forehead before pulling back.“what’s in the carrier?”

you smiled. “nothing.”

he looked at you suspiciously. “…you’re a terrible liar.”

before you could answer..

a tiny..

“mew.”

was heard.

kimi froze.“…”

another little meow echoed from inside the carrier.

he blinked once. then twice and slowly, he looked down then right back up at you. “…did that bag just meow?”

you couldn’t hold it in anymore. you laughed, crouching down to unzip the carrier. miso, ypur cute kitten, immediately poked her head out before looking around curiously.

kimi stared. “…”

“…”

“…is that…”

you nodded with a big grin. “this is miso.”

he looked at the kitten and then at you and then back at the kitten. “…you got a cat?”

“i got lonely.” you pouted in response.

his expression softened immediately causing you to look down at your shoes. “the apartment felt really empty without you.”

for a second, neither of you spoke. then he crouched beside you. “hey.”

you looked up.

he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “im sorry.”

you shook your head. “don’t be.”

“i hate that you felt lonely.”

“i know.”

he glanced at the kitten, who was now trying to climb out of the carrier. “…can i?”

you laughed. “of course.”

he carefully lifted miso into his arms like she was made of glass. the kitten blinked up at him and then immediately started purring.

“oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” you said.

kimi looked far too pleased with himself. “she likes me.”

“she’s known you for six seconds. SHUT up.”

“i’m just naturally lovable.”

you rolled your eyes. “keep talking.”

before he could answer, someone walked past.

“oh my god, is that a cat?”

within seconds, half the mercedes garage had wandered over. even a few photographers stopped to take pictures.

“whose is she?”

kimi smiled proudly. “our cat. miso!”

you looked over at him. “ours?”

he shrugged casually. “well… i’m emotionally attached now.”

one mechanic scratched miso under the chin “awww she’s tiny.”

“she’s spoiled already,” you admitted.

kimi looked at you. “how spoiled?”

“…” you nervously looked around.

“how spoiled?”

“…she has three beds.”

he blinked. “three?”

“she likes options and besides she’s practically a queen.”

he laughed so hard he nearly dropped the toy mouse one of the mechanics had handed him “she has more beds than i do.”

“don’t be dramatic.”

“i sleep in hotels.”

“and she doesn’t.”

he looked down at the kitten curled comfortably against his chest. “…fair enough.”

someone snapped a photo.

kimi didn’t even notice.

he was too busy smiling at the tiny orange kitten who had somehow found her favourite place to sleep.

right against his heartbeat.

he looked over at you.

“you know…”

“what?”

“i leave for three weeks…”

“…”

“…and somehow i come back to a family.”

you laughed, slipping your hand into his. “surprise!”

he leaned over, kissing your forehead before looking back down at miso. “best surprise i’ve ever had.”

now the apartment waiting back home wouldn’t feel quite so empty anymore, because now, no matter how many races took him away, there would always be two girls waiting for him to come home. (you and miso duh)

~~

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favourite date

jo. bellingham x reader,

(platonic) ju. bellingham x reader

jobes favourite person is you and his favourite thing to do is soccer. those two combined is like a perfect combo. you nutmeg jude btw 🥹

taglist (tw) : soccer/football, ruffling of your hair, fem reader, names like “love, babe” etc

it started because you complained.

“i don’t get how you make it look so easy.”

jobe looked up from tying his boots.

“what?”

“football.”

he smiled. “want me to teach you?”

you shrugged. “i mean… sure.”

“you serious?”

“yeah.”

“you can’t complain when i make you run.”

“i already regret saying yes.”

he laughed, tossing you one of his spare footballs. “come on then.”

to his surprise, you weren’t hopeless. infact yoi we’re far from it.

your first touch wasn’t amazing, but it wasn’t awful either and you could pass accurately enough. you also had decent balance.

you just.. lacked technique.

“you’ve definitely played before,” jobe said after you managed to return a few passes.

“only a bit at school.”

“i knew it.”

“i’m still not good.”

“you just need to keep practicing, love”

since you knew an overall concept, it made teaching you so much more enjoyable. he didn’t have to explain every tiny thing from scratch. but instead, he got to show you little details.

like how to open your body before receiving the ball, why you shouldn’t always stare down at your feet, how to disguise a pass or when to use the inside of your foot instead of your laces.

he loved watching the little moments when something finally clicked. he especially loved the little reactions of yours like how your face would light up when he complimented your skill.

“oh!”

“what?”

“i get it now.”

“i told you.”

“no, but i actually get it.”

his grin was impossible to miss.

“there she is.”

soon, it quickly became a tradition. every wednesday evening and sometimes sunday mornings too if neither of you had plans. he’d pick you up with a football in the boot of his car, and you’d head to a nearby pitch or even just kick a ball around in his parents’ garden.

there some weeks he’d set up passing drills and other weeks it’d turn into one-on-one games where he’d dramatically celebrate every goal he scored.

“you did not need to knee slide.”

“i absolutely did.”

“your literally a professional and i’m a noob.”

“a win’s a win.”

“you are so annoying.”

“and yet you keep agreeing to football dates.”

you smiled despite yourself. “i wonder why.”

month by month, you got better. obviously not unbelievably good or anywhere near jobe but good enough that you could hold your own.

occasionally you’d even beat him.

mostly because he’d underestimated you or he was going easy.

“i cannot believe you’ve just nicked that off me.”

“you told me to be aggressive.”

“i didn’t think you’d actually listen.”

“sounds like a you problem.”

he couldn’t stop smiling. every improvement felt like he’d won something himself. he is VERY proud his girl.

one afternoon, jude came over to visit. the brothers hadn’t kicked a ball around together in ages, so naturally they ended up outside. you sat on the patio with a drink, watching them laugh and try to outdo each other.

jobe looked towards you. “babe.”

“hm?”

“come join.”

you raised an eyebrow. “i’d be interrupting.”

“nah,” jude called. “come on.”

you wandered over, accepting the ball jobe rolled towards you.

the three of you started with simple passing.

jude was relaxed, assuming you’d just knock it around for a bit. jobe, on the other hand, knew exactly how much you’d improved.

he watched proudly every time you controlled the ball cleanly or found the right pass.

“nice,” he called after one particularly crisp switch.

you smiled “thank you, coach.” your cheeks slightly reddening. from the heat or from his praise, you couldnt tell.

“told you she’d get there,” jobe said.

jude nodded. “she’s got a good touch.”

eventually, the passing turned into a little two-versus-one game.

you and jobe against jude.

“bit unfair,” jude laughed.

“you’ll survive,” jobe replied while you chuckled behind.

then the ball came to you.

jude stepped forward to close you down.

you remembered exactly what jobe had spent weeks teaching you.

don’t rush. watch the defender. let them commit first.

at the last second, you gently nudged the ball through jude’s legs before darting around him to collect it.

it was silent. your eyebrows furrowed, had you done something offensive? bad?

“no way!” jobe shouted. he burst into laughter, clapping his hands together.

“did you just nutmeg him?”

you followed him in so, covering your mouth while laughing. “i… i think so?”

jude turned around, shaking his head with a smile. “that’s disrespectful.”

“i didn’t even mean for it to look like that.”

“oh, you absolutely did,” jobe grinned.

“you’ve been teaching her too much.”

jobe was practically glowing. “i told you she’s been improving.”

“i can see that.” jude said, jogging over and playfully ruffling your hair. “fair play.”

jobe looked ridiculously happy. not because you’d embarrassed his brother (although he definitely found that funny) but because he’d watched you go from someone who knew the basics to someone who genuinely enjoyed being out here with him.

after jude went inside to grab drinks, you and jobe stayed in the garden, lazily passing the ball between yourselves.

“you know,” he said quietly.

“what?”

“i think these are my favourite dates.”

you smiled. “really?”

he nodded.

“i get to spend time with my favourite person…”he trapped your pass effortlessly before sending it back. “…while doing my favourite thing.”

you caught the ball and his eyes lit up immediately. “see?”

“what?”

“a few months ago that would’ve bounced five metres away.”

you rolled your eyes. “thanks.”

“i’m serious.” he walked over, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “i love that you actually enjoy this now.”

“well i love that you wanted to teach and play with me.”

he smiled so softly it almost made your heart ache. “i just wanted you to be part of something i love.”

you looked down at the ball resting between your feet. “i love you jobe.”

jobe leaned down to kiss your forehead. “well i do more.”

then, after a beat, he nudged the ball away with his foot. “rematch?”

“you still haven’t recovered from me nutmegging your brother, have you?”

he laughed. “i don’t think i ever will.”

“and you’re definitely bringing it up every family gathering?”

“yep! for the rest of his life.”

~~

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modern art

la. yamal x reader

lamine is NOT a good cook and he knows it. but it he gets to see your smile and hear your laughter at the cost of it, he will gladly pay it. (if that makes sense 😔)

taglist (tw) : established relationship, cooking, burnt food, lamine x reader

the apartment was unusually quiet for a saturday morning.

you shuffled into the kitchen in one of lamine’s oversized hoodies, the sleeves hanging far past your hands as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

“morning,” you mumbled.

lamine looked up from where he was attempting, and failing, to make pancakes. flour dusted the front of his black t-shirt, and there was somehow batter on his cheek.

you blinked. “what happened to you?”

“i had everything under control,” he said confidently.

you looked at the smoking pan. “…did you?”

“i did.”

the pancake chose that exact moment to burn. you laughed, the sound filling the apartment as he groaned dramatically, switching the stove off.

“you’re laughing at my pain.”

“i’m laughing because you insisted you were a professional chef.”

“i am tho.”

“you almost set off the smoke alarm.”

“minor setback.”

you couldn’t stop smiling as you walked over, reaching up to wipe the batter from his cheek with your thumb. “there.”

his grin softened.

“you know,” he said quietly, “you always do that.”

“do what?”

“take care of me without even thinking about it.”

your heart fluttered. “i could say the same about you.”

before he could answer, you gently bumped his shoulder. “move.”

“what?”

“you’ve officially lost cooking privileges.”

he gasped in mock offence.“you can’t fire me.”

“i absolutely can.”

“you’ll regret this when i become the greatest chef in europe.”

“i’m willing to take that risk.”

he stepped aside dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “i’ve been replaced.” a pout appearing on his face.

you ignored him, grabbing another bowl and quickly mixing a fresh batch of batter while he leaned against the counter, watching you.

after a minute he spoke again. “can i tell you something?”

“mhm?”

“i like mornings like this.”

you glanced over.

“no cameras and flashes.” he smiled. “just us.”

you reached for his hand without saying anything and he intertwined your fingers with his instantly.

for a few moments neither of you spoke.

the only sounds were the gentle sizzle of pancakes cooking and quiet music playing from someone’s phone across the room. these were always the moments that meant the most.

when the first pancake was finally ready, you slid it onto a plate.

“there,” you said proudly.

“see? that’s what a pancake is supposed to look like.”

lamine narrowed his eyes. “i could’ve made that.”

“oh really?”

“absolutely.”

you held up the burnt pancake he’d made earlier. “so… whats this?”

he looked at it for a long second before shrugging. “modern art.”

you burst into laughter all over again.

watching you smile made him smile too, and he quietly decided that if burning pancakes was what it took to hear that laugh every weekend, maybe it wasn’t such a bad trade after all.

~~

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marry me

jo. bellingham x reader

jobe knows your the one that will be his forever partner. after proposing you can’t believe it’s real. you can’t wait to marry him and neither can he.

tw (tag list) ; jobe bellinghamxreader, agedup!jobe, fluff, established relationship, teasing, fem!reader, proposal

the apartment was unusually quiet. you frowned as you slipped your shoes off by the door.

“jobe?” you called? no answer.

a frown appeared upon your face as you settled in. the door was unlocked so jobe should be home.

following a trail of fairy lights that hadn’t been there this morning, you walked through the hallway. soft music drifted from the living room, and your heart immediately began racing.

the room looked magical

candles flickered across every surface, warm fairy lights wrapped around the windows, and dozens of your favourite flowers filled the space with their sweet scent. photos of the two of you sat everywhere. your first holiday together, lazy mornings in bed, blurry selfies after football matches to christmas with both families.

and standing in the middle of it all…

was your boyfriend.

he looked impossibly handsome in a dark suit, nervously rubbing his hands together.

“there you are,” he said softly, his voice already shaking.

you laughed through your confusion. “what’s all this?”

he walked towards you, taking both of your hands. “will you do something for me?”

your lips quirked into a smile. “ofcourse jobe.”

“close your eyes.”

you shut your eyes, listening to him hum a song. you could feel him playing with the buttons of your dress.

“may i?” he whispers.

you nod and feel the cold air of the room as he removes your clothes. he carefully lifts up ur arms placing an off-white dress instead.

“i’ve had this planned for months.” he says, his arms reluctantly leaving your body.

your stomach flipped.

as you opened your eyes you saw those familiar brown eyes. the ones that never left yours.

“i’ve been trying to think of the perfect speech, but every time i practiced it, i forgot everything the moment i imagined looking at you.”

you smiled, tears already threatening to fall.

“so… i’m just going to tell you the truth.”

he pulled you by the waist, a loving smile appearing on his face.

“you’ve made every ordinary day feel special. you’re the first person i want to tell good news to, the only person i want beside me when things go wrong, and somehow you’ve become home for me.”

Your eyes filled completely.

“i’ve achieved things in football that i dreamed about as a kid… but none of it compares to building a life with you.”

then…

he slowly lowered onto one knee.

your breath caught.

jobe reached into his pocket, revealing a small velvet box.

“i don’t just want you beside me for the next season… or the next few years.”

he opened the box to reveal the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen.

“i want every birthday, every Christmas, every lazy sunday morning, every argument over what takeaway to order, every adventure…”

his smile turned into something more nervous.

“i want all of it.”

a tear slipped down your cheek.

“so…”

his own eyes were glossy now.

“Y/N.”

“will you marry me?”

for a second, you couldn’t speak.

your hand flew over your mouth as tears streamed freely down your face.

“i- oh yes! i will!”

his eyebrows lifted while laughed through your crying.

“yes!”

he practically shot to his feet before slipping the ring onto your finger with slightly trembling hands.

the second it was on, he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.

you buried your face into his neck, both of you laughing and crying at the same time.

“we’re engaged.” he breathlessly murmured.

“we are engaged.” you affirm

“i can’t believe you actually said yes.”

you pulled back just enough to look at him.

“you really thought I’d say no?”

“i was terrified.”

you laughed before kissing him, slow and full of every emotion either of you couldn’t put into words. when the kiss ended, he rested his forehead against yours.

“i love you.”

“i love you more.”

———

about an hour later, you were curled up together on the sofa, your head resting against his shoulder.

you couldn’t stop staring at the ring and neither could he.

“it looks good on you,” he grinned.

“i’ve noticed you’ve been looking at it every thirty seconds.”

“i’m allowed.” he kissed your temple before suddenly sitting up. “we need to tell my family soon.”

your eyes widened.

“right now?”

“nope but this week for sure.”

he leaned his head on ur lap, a hundred thoughts speeding through his brain at once

“mum’s going to cry.”

“so is your dad.”

“i cant wait to see jude’s face when he learns i got engaged before him.”

you laughed.

———

later that night, after dozens of phone calls and countless congratulations, the two of you finally climbed into bed.

the room was quiet again.

you lay facing each other, hands intertwined beneath the blankets.

neither of you could stop smiling.

“would you believe that this morning,” you whispered, “i was your girlfriend.”

“mhm.”

“and now…”

“youve got a fiancé who still can’t believe how lucky he is.”

you reached over, gently brushing a curl away from his forehead.

“i think i’m the lucky one.”

he smiled softly before pressing one last kiss to your forehead. he intertwined your fingers again.

“no matter where football takes us…”

“…home will always be wherever you are.”

you looked down at the ring before looking back into his eyes. his smile was brighter than you’d ever seen.

“i can’t wait to marry you.”

“i’ve been waiting to hear you say that for a long time.”

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his lucky charm

jo. bellingham x reader

jobe loves showing you off when you are in the crowd. i mean, why wouldn’t he? your his lucky charm

tw (tag list) ; jobe bellinghamxreader, fluff, established relationship, teasing, public crowd, supportive reader, fem!reader

a.n: my first fanfic on here 😁

the stadium buzzed with noise as fans flooded into their seats. scarves waved through the air, chants echoed around the stands, and excitement hung heavily over everything.

you sat nervously beside jobe’s family, tugging at the sleeves of your jumper.

“relax, darling,” his mum laughed. “you look more nervous than the players.”

you let out a large sigh in response, taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself. maybe you were.

all matches were important to you, especially since jobe was playing and even though you weren’t the one stepping onto the pitch, your stomach was doing somersaults.

down below, the players emerged from the tunnel. your eyes immediately found jobe. he looked focused. you could practically feel the determination radiating off him.

then, as if sensing your gaze, he glanced up into the crowd and his eyes met yours.

a grin spread across his face.

in response, you rolled your eyes and shook your head, but couldn’t stop yourself from smiling back.

immediately, he pointed at you before jogging onto the pitch, causing his teammates to also look up and laugh.

your face burned with redness.

“he is definitely showing off now,” his mum teased.

embarrassed, you let out a soft “mhm”

the match began and for ninety minutes, you found yourself cheering louder than anyone around you. every tackle had you jumping out of your seat. every shot made your heart stop.and every time jobe got the ball you couldn’t help but stare. near the end of the second half, the score was tied. you were literally on the edge of your seat.

and then it happened.

a pass came towards jobe. he controlled it perfectly, drove forward, and fired a shot into the bottom corner.

the stadium erupted in cheers and you screamed like a little girl, hugging denise. while denise smiled proudly of her boy.

jobe whooped happily, arms spread wide in celebration and for a brief moment, he looked directly at you and pointed again. the camera panned to you showing your covered face + red ears on tbe giant screen

“oh, he’s never letting you live that down,” denise laughed.

after the final whistle, the team secured the win.

fans slowly began leaving while family members waited near the players’ exit.

you stood there paitiently scrolling through your phone when a familiar voice appeared behind you.

“did you see that goal?”

you turned around to see a quite smug jobe. he looked ridiculously pleased with himself practically bouncing in joy.

“actually, no,” you replied. “i was looking at my shoelaces.”

he jokingly pouted slightly and hugged you.“my greatest achievement and you missed it?”

“tragic, really.”

he shook his head before reluctantly leaving the embrace.

“i scored because you were here.”

“i’m pretty sure that’s not how football works.”

“it is now.”

you let out a sigh mixed with a laugh in which jobe smiled back, the kind that always seemed genuine.

jobe hugged his mother tightly, listening to her praise with a gentle smile before letting go to stare into your eyes.

for a moment, the noise turned into a blur.

“you know,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “i always play better when you’re watching.”

your heart skipped a beat. “that’s a lot of pressure.”

“nah.” he nudged your shoulder lightly. “just means you’re my lucky charm.”

you rolled your eyes again, but your smile gave you away.

“you glaze me.”

“and yet you never tell me to stop”

you couldn’t argue with that. besides, why would you? such words from him made you feel warm inside, a feeling you learnt to cherish and enjoy over your time with dating jobe.

denise waved her goodbyes, placing a kiss upon you and jobes cheek leaving you and him walking towards the changing rooms.

“i’ll go change, wait for me in the hall.” he whispers in your ear before entering the chaotic locker rooms where all his teammates are.

a little while later, all the players and their families are allowed to mingle in a lounge.

you were standing against a wall when he finally made his way over, in a fresh pair of clothes and his hair slightly wet from a quick shower. you looked up to his face his mouth in a small smile, obviously still beaming about his win, and straightened up.

before you could even say congratulations (and give him a kiss), one of his teammates threw an arm around his shoulders.

“there she is,” he said, pointing at you. “the famous y/n. you can never stop talking about her can you?”

your eyes widened. “jobe.”

“what?” he said innocently.

his teammates immediately started laughing.

“he wouldn’t shut up,” another one added. “she’s coming to the game.’ ‘she’s sitting with my family.’ ‘hope she gets here okay.’”

you covered your face in pure embarrassment “please stop.”

jobe only grinned.“it’s true.”

“no, it’s embarrassing.”

“that is also true.”

one of the players shook his head.

“mate scored a winner and the first thing he did was look for you.”

after that, the teasing only got worse. jobe, however, looked completely unbothered. in fact, he seemed quite smug

“can you blame me?” he said. “she’s the best part of my day.”

the whole group erupted in half laughter and groans.

“oh, that’s awful.”

“he’s gone.”

“someone save him.”

your face felt impossibly warm, hitting shades of red you didn’t know were possible. meanwhile, jobe was smiling like he’d just scored another goal.

you nudged his shoulder. “you’re ridiculous.”

he glanced down at you, his eyes meeting yours once again and wrapped his arm around your waist. “yeah but i’m right about you being my lucky charm.”