Battle of the Clubs - Miniminter Imagine
heller, this was requested i just happened to feel like writing. this isn’t my first attempt at writing an imagine, however it is my first attempt at writing a miniminter imagine. so some feedback would be much appreciated. also, it is fairly short so its a little bit like a small blurb/small imagine type of thing. anyways hope you enjoy
pairing; simon x reader
prompt; you’re heavily pregnant with yours and simons child and figuring out which football club your child will follow seems to be an issue.
(Y/F/FC) = your favorite football club
Leeds FC. Simon’s beloved football club. (Y/F/FC). My precious football club. But Baby Minter’s favourite football, well, thats what Simon and I are currently arguing about.
Simon and I have been together for just over 4 years now, and we both loved each other very much. I had fallen pregnant almost 7 months ago whilst we were on our own little holiday in the US. It was quite scary at first, both of us being quite young and obviously because of Simon’s rising fanbase and busy career. But I dont regret one bit.
The topic at hand lately had been the football club Baby Minter was going to support as soon he popped out of the oven, which was obviously going to be (Y/F/FC).
“Bubba Minter is obviously going to support Leeds. My lil bean is going to take after his or her daddy!” Simon argued as we both cuddled on the couch (Y/F/FC) play against Watford.
I rolled my eyes in response.
“No, no, no. Bean is taking after their mummy, (Y/F/FC) all the way baby!” I cheered excitedly as my team managed to score a goal.
Simon scoffed, turning his head to look down at me and he shook his head in disappointment. He jokingly pulled a disgusted face at my massive (Y/F/FC) jersey I wore before raising his eyebrows.
“There is no way in hell, I’m going to let my child wear that piece of garbage.”
My face and jaw dropped, a look of fake hurt spread across it. Time to pull out the big guns boys.
The Puppy Dog Eyes.
I pushed my lip out into a pout, making my eyes big and making sure to flutter my eyelashes innocently.
This was Simon’s ultimate weakness.
His head shook quicky. If he shook any quicker his head might’ve flown right off his neck. His large hands flew to cover his eyes, refusing to give in to the eyes.
“Please Si!” I whined, still pulling the face. “If you love me you’ll let Baby Minter be a cool kid!”
He sighed, giving in right as the whistle for full time was blown.
Another victory for (Y/F/FC).