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I just wanted to take a moment and say thank you to every single person who has messaged me over the past 2 months (holy shit, 2 months????), sending well wishes, their condolences, and hoping that I was ok.

This has been an awful time, I've found it much harder than the last time I took time off for a death and I've dealt with this in ways that I hadn't before - not necessarily in a good way but it's the only way that I could grieve in that time.

There is no right way to grieve and everyone does it differently. I chose to take myself away from everyone rather than lash out and even now I'm struggling to get back into communicating with people because I quickly get overwhelmed. I've seen on here, I've seen people tear down those who are trying to help and I didn't want that. You don't deserve it. And I don't deserve to feel even more like shit for doing that.

Your support has meant so much to me though. Logging back on and seeing the asks (I'll get round to answering them), the tags, the likes on my fics, the follows etc. I don't think you know what it means to be going through a shit time and to see acts of kindness from people when you need it most.

Thank you to the new patrons I've had since being on hiatus. I'd like to let you know that you won't be further charged until I unpause the payments, and that won't be for another few months until I've written enough to start posting again. I'm potentially looking at July/August. I hope you've enjoyed what you've read so far, and don't forget you can send in requests for me to complete, ready to post for when I come back!

I won't be back back for a while, not properly. But you might see me from time to time responding to replies, working through my DMs and working my way up to engaging like I once was. It'll take time but I'm looking forward to being back 🥺

As much of my love as I can give,

Amy

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surprise, fellow kids. I bet you thought you’d seen the last of footballffbarbiex

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I'm still not here here and I know that people have reached out to me, please don't think I'm ignoring you - I just really don't have the mental capacity to hold a conversation right now. I'm certainly going through the 5 stages of grief and it's fucking hard to accept that they're gone, even if I was there while they took their last breath and so I know that it's real. I guess you could say I'm currently flitting between denial and anger right now.

But to those who have reached out, just know that I see you, I love you, I appreciate you. I'll reply when I can.

Fuck cancer.

And fuck these two Atletico Madrid vs Borussia Dortmund matches.

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My uncle has just said “I need Joe Gomez to get his goal. I need him to, and when he does, it’ll be an absolute screamer.”

#I’m on hiatus now to grieve but this needed saying on a day like today

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Hi I’m drunk but if I was to do another knowing cheat fic, who would you read it about? For science

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Having worked in retail (and had a 100% perfect secret shopper record btw bc I’m a fucking pro at sniffing them out) a big you fucking rock to the retail workers who can see you’re going through shit and sell you alcohol even if you’re shit faced

✌🏼✌🏼✌🏼✌🏼

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player: Mats Hummels words: 761 request: Mats Hummels - she / her - 500 - 900 - Him taking her to her first Christmas market and staying there until dark to watch all the Christmas lights while drinking hot chocolate/mulled wine

Mats, despite all actions contradicting this, liked tradition and December brought on a lot of them for him. He enjoyed his countdown to the big day. He enjoyed buying his food and drinks so that he can enjoy his evenings. He enjoyed celebrating with his family and friends. He enjoyed Christmas markets. He enjoyed putting up a small tree, some light decoration but it was his. And even though he was single previously, it made him feel good to celebrate in some way. This year however, she’d strolled into his life and made him want to make new traditions while also sharing his own and that included tonight. 

He’d taken her around the market, encouraged her to have a light lunch and nothing too heavy because she’d have more than enough to sample whilst there to give her a full course meal and he wasn’t wrong. She’d tasted some of the most amazing dishes that she may not have considered previously, one of them she chose as the main meal to eat and she’s already loaded it up on her phone with the intention of trying to imitate it at home. 

She hums as she sips on the mulled wine that’s cupped between her hands and Mats, unable to stop himself, adjusts her beanie hat so that she can see a little better. It’s been bugging him for the past five minutes and the urge finally got the better of him. She keeps giving small blows over the surface to cool it down before taking another sip. 

A lot of the crowd has begun to file out, armed with bags of gifts, holiday trinkets and perfectly wrapped handmade foodie goodies. She knows the lure of the stalls, she’s got a few small bags beside her containing spiced biscuits, various spreads - both sweet and savoury - for them and those they know, something yummy for Christmas Eve and some items for decoration as well as a few gifts that she knew would be perfect for the ones in mind. Mats had bought a few things too, including some sweet treats but he’s already gobbled up one of the bag contents.

Though lights had been strung up and the market area itself is incredibly well lit, the large Christmas tree which took pride of place in the centre with all the stalls circulating it. It’s impressive, a tree right off the set of a certain Wizarding franchise. While all the other lights are strung up leading to the main event, everyone who remains now waits for this to be switched on. 

“Thank you for bringing me here,” she says quietly, leaning her head against his shoulder, and as a result, taking him out of her line of vision as she watches those who are the event organisers getting ready. Which is a shame because if she could see him, she’d see the way he was struggling to keep the smile from spreading. To stop him from slipping up and looking like the love struck puppy, Mats takes a drink of hot cocoa. 

“That’s ok. You said you wanted something that wasn’t from the everyday stores and I knew that you’d love it here.”

“It’s a coffee lovers dream. No wonder you come back every year.”

“I’ve never touched a caffeinated drink in my life.” He jokes and she chuckles. 

Before she’s able to say anything, the projector screen that had been inactive throughout the open market is now alive with a 10 minute countdown and excitement begins to move throughout the waiting crowd. 

“Do you always hang around for this bit? Or are you already trying to drive home and hope you’re not stuck in the traffic?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever stayed for the lights being switched on.” He answers as he considers it. “No. No, I don’t think I have. So this is new for me.”

“I know it’s not much.” She says, wondering where to go with the thought. 

“It is, it’s something new with something I’ve always done.”

“It’s almost like wedding days. This is something new, but is coming here something old - as in your traditions,” she clarifies, “or something borrowed, as in, "I haven't had this experience before but you have and I love that you’ve chosen me to do this with.”

This time, Mats can’t help but give his happy smile at her, his eyes lighting up hearing the praise and gratitude falling from her lips so easily, it made him want to kiss her right here and now. “We’ll definitely make new traditions together. I promise.”

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player: Virgil van Dijk words: 798 request: Virgil van Dijk - she / her - 500 - 900 - Virgil and her spending his day off in Christmas pjs while watching Christmas films and drinking hot chocolates, getting some much needed cuddles in <3

Over the years of them dating, she’s made numerous threats to get Virgil in matching Christmas PJs and each time December has rolled around, he’s lived in a soft coated fear that this is the year she’ll make him do it. Because he would because she asked. So far it hasn’t happened and he’d started to suspect it was purely to watch him keep on his toes wondering when it was going to happen and today it’s happened. 

Virgil went out to the store, armed with a list of things for the next few days that they needed, including a snack and drink list. And despite him being out of the house, she’d found herself tiptoeing to the spot where she’d hid her purchase and carefully retrieved it and found that now it was time, there was just something naughty about holding it and it even though she could let out her happiness while he wasn’t in, it took everything in her to force back her smile and pull herself together. 

She’d gone for a simple design, not wanting it to be “honey i just puked Christmas everywhere” but it certainly couldn’t be mistaken for something else. A soft background made way for cartoon gingerbread men, sprigs of holly and candy canes. Presents were dotted here and there along with Christmas puddings. There were no sleighs, no Santa hats, no trees, no reindeer, no Ho Ho Hos or Merry Christmas variations but it still said HI, I’M A CHRISTMAS PYJAMA proudly and Virgil was going to hate it. 

“They were out of those festive shortbreads you wanted,” he calls out when he returns home, a cold breeze sweeps through the foyer before he can close the door and the sound of his keys clunking in the key dish on the sideboard seems to echo throughout. “But I got everything else on the list. It’s busy though, so many people are in a hurry today. A little old lady nearly took my legs from under me on her mobility scooter, she was not messing around.”

The image of her big boyfriend getting his legs knocked from under him by an old aged pensioner made her chuckle out loud and he followed the sound of it until he found her. 

“The last few years have treated me too good. What is this, baby?” he asks in disbelief but can’t stop the laugh that sounds. He leaves the carrier bags on the side and steps towards her, drinking it all in. “You look ridiculous.” 

“Well that’s not very kind. Imagine yourself in this little get up.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Well, lucky for you, you don’t need to imagine it.” She smiles up at him and watches as his own falters. 

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Don’t you be like this. Go on, it’s upstairs. Slip into something a little more…comfortable, why don’t you?” She wiggles her eyebrows at him before rummaging through the bags. “Ooooh, they had the spiced cookies though.” she says happily, tearing open the packet as she walks away.

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The laugh that had burst from her was indescribable. She’d had to clamp a hand over her mouth to try and stop herself.  

“I look Ridiculous.” He says, standing in front of the TV like a child being made to stand in front of the door for their “first day back at school” photo. 

“Your expression makes you look ridiculous.” She counters, swinging her legs over the side of the couch and leans forward to get a better look at him. “The fit looks good though.”

“Oh well then, as long as the fit looks good,” he huffs and makes his way over to the sofa, sits himself down and swipes at one of the Stroopwafels that he’d picked up earlier. With a chewy caramel centre and one half dipped in a Lotus drip and sprinkled with crushed biscuit, it was a sure fire way to get a smile on his face. Rain was starting to pelt the windows but with the candles lit, the tv casting a warm light and the fake fireplace roaring away, it felt cosy. She’s brought out the Christmas tree patterned blankets and made sure everything is set for a snuggly afternoon. 

Two movies in, Virgil had moved from his side of the sofa to laying with his head on her chest as she stroked over his face and through his hair gently. 

“Have you forgiven me yet?”“I can’t be mad when they’re this comfy.” he admits with a frown and snuggles a little bit harder, shifting his body until he’s happy again. And though she suspects he was never really annoyed in the first place, she says nothing; she allows him to keep his pride and dignity and goes along with the facade.

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Sending you the biggest hug Amy 🧡

😭 thank you Mar

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So sorry to hear about your relative x

Thank you, it’s such a shitty time for us because we’ve already lost so many members of our family since the pandemic and it’s hard.

But thank you for understanding 🩷 x

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requests are now - open!

please review the following before requesting:

request rules | in-progress | masterlist

requests that do not follow the rules will be deleted. requests will be completed as I find time & inspiration - sending one in is not a guarantee I will do it, but I will try my best!!!! 💖 and a huge huge thank you to everyone who has shared and sent kind words, it has meant so much and you are so appreciated!

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Just a reminder that we have a winter Ruben Loftus-Cheek fic, a winter Mats Hummels fic (both of which are now the final ones for the winter pieces which is just as well because Spring starts in 3 weeks), an entry for my short blurb challenge and hopefully a breeding piece coming your way before midnight strikes.

If I can't, they'll be coming tomorrow. why? see below

I'm going to spare you the details, but my family member with cancer is worse and ... yeah, it's not looking good. I'm trying to distract myself by writing. when the worst happens, I'll post a 🖤 and you'll know I'll not be around for a bit.

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so glad you write for big virgil💌

thank you for reading and sending me this ask!! it means the world to me to hear your thoughts.

these are some of the other ones I've written, I probably need to update a lot of my master lists. but The Hoodie and And They Were Roommates is my favourite ;)

Best. Day. Ever. Virgil takes his son on a road trip but a quick stop off means his little boy meets Santa 

Easter hunt at training. Liverpool arrange a fun Easter day out. 

Lil Nuggies. All Virgil wants, is a lil chicken nugget. 

Resist My Charms. Newly married, they look back on how they started.

To Love All Of Me 15. 

Really, Really.

This Is Your Captain Speaking. 

Baby daddy 1. 

Call Me Virgil. 

To Love All Of Me 16

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SMUT:

Without. Virgil doesn’t wanna use protection tonight. 

And They Were Roommates. Virgil’s been good to resist her so far but not for long.

Help Me Forget. After a disappointing loss, Virgil just needs a distraction.

The Hoodie. 

Unnamed smut. 

Smut blurb 5. 

Valentines Smut. 

Forbidden Love. 3. 

At Home And Chill. 

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player: Kasper Schmeichel words: 502 request: Kasper - No pref - 250 – 500 - Kasper said once that his guilty pleasure is sweets so Christmas must be a nightmare for him 😂 so can I request the reader just absolutely torturing him to wind him up by buying loads of sweets and taunting him with them to try and wind him up. ( then maybe them sat together eating some and cuddling after he lost a match or made a mistake or something 🥺)

December comes around faster each year and there are times when Christmas festive stock is lining the shop shelves before Halloween items are put up for sale. Big tins of chocolates, spiced biscuits and cake. Coffee shops brought out a festive variety of coffees and this would prove to be hard to resist for him. 

She didn’t want to overindulge this festive season, but she did like dipping into a few snacks while watching movies while curled up under whatever blanket Kasper has thrown over them. Kasper would bring in a small carrying tray with drinks and some … boyfriend acceptable snacks. 

Today after going grocery shopping, she couldn’t help but pop a few large tubs of chocolate into her shopping cart. She argued that Easter chocolate always tasted better than regular and she held the same belief with Christmas chocolate too. She purchased some hot cocoa powder and some flavoured syrups to add to it. Various toppings also found themselves in her cart and she located snacks like potato chips, popcorn, gingerbread and anything else that took her fancy. 

When Kasper returns home, there’s a slow cooker filled with hot cocoa and a small topping station set up beside it. He can smell the sickly sweet chocolate scent the moment he steps inside the house. It hangs in the air in such a way that just breathing it in allows him to taste it. 

He joins her in the lounge, a hot mug of sweet liquid within his hands but just as he begins to sit down, he notices the tubs on her lap as she stretches out on the couch. 

“The one thing I didn’t need today and you chose this day of all days to bring these home?” Kasper groans as he plonks himself down near her feet after placing his mug on the coffee table. 

“What made you say that?” She asks, leaning forward and plucking a chocolate from the tub. Kasper keeps his eyes on the screen, watching as the scene unfolds while she does the same to the chocolate wrapped. 

“Someone in catering brought in cake and snacks. Was the gaffer’s birthday so…”

“Oh boy.”

“I brought home a slice for you. It’s in my bag. I forgot to bring it in,” he jerks his thumb in the direction of where the front door is. 

“Thank you,” it was genuine gratitude expressed, there was something about knowing that Kasper thought of her and had intention of bringing a bit of happiness to her day. 

“Babe, this is the one time you can enjoy your things.”

“There’s enjoying it and there’s me.”

The look he gives her as she smirks over the rim of her mug is enough to push the tub of goodies his way. “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”

“The most wonderful time of the year, huh?” He mutters to himself before selecting one and tells himself that he won’t have too many. 

And already, Kasper knows he won’t resist the next one.

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Maybe masseuse / physio, that sexual tension would be unbearably hot 😏

OOOFT. I do love a physical job plot like this 👀

I need to think what kind of things I want them to get up to.

joey g series suggestions

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to this anon, yes to all of these. I love the angsty one in particular 👀