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writeroutoftime · 11 months

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I literally love Jamie so much 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 saw your post asking for stuff for Jamie and after mom city all I can think about is Jamie bring reader to meet his mum in Manchester; she just absolutely fawns over the first girl he’s ever brought home 🥲

pairing: jamie tart x reader (no pronouns used)

words: 1k

a/n: mom city was such an amazing look into jamie's character, and I loved it so so much!! and we all know jamie's mum would love to get to know anyone that he brings home!! please enjoy, lovely!

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Hand in hand with Jamie you made your way down the residential street, your heart pounding faster and faster the close you got. It was not lost on you how monumental it was that Jamie had asked you to come and meet his mum and her husband. You knew how much Jamie adored his mother, and it warmed your heart to know Jamie wanted these two parts of his world to collide.

Just as Jamie reached to open the door, your hand shot out and grabbed him, suddenly frozen with fear. "Hey, what's up, love?"

"It's just, what if she hates me, Jamie? I mean your mum means so much to you, and I don't want to be the person who comes between that. And then," you began to ramble until Jamie cut you off.

He gently placed his hands on your cheeks and stared directly into your eyes. "My mum's gonna love you, okay? I promise there is nothing to worry about. In fact, she's been bugging me to bring you 'round for quite a while now."

You smiled as his words washed over you and let your eyes flutter closed for a moment. The warmth of Jamie's hand and the sincerity of his words helped you to take a breath and relax. When you opened your eyes again, you nodded and allowed Jamie to ring the doorbell.

There was barely a moment delay before the door swung open to reveal a man who beamed at you and Jamie. "Oh, welcome! You must y/n, I'm Simon." he introduced, pulling the oven mitts of his hands to shake your hand.

He ushered you and Jamie inside, shutting the door behind you, giving Jamie a quick hug. Immediately, you were struck by how warm the house felt. Not necessarily in temperature, but by the greeting, and the way you can tell the house was truly one that was lived in and experienced love.

You began to stroll through the halls of the home and took everything in with a soft smile on your face. From the wallpaper, to the pictures, and the other decorations scatter about, they all offered you a glimpse into what it must have been like for Jamie growing up.

Eventually, you wandered into the living room where it was near impossible to miss the display of Jamie's photos that lined the table against the wall. Your eyes briefly caught some of his more recent photographs of his time at Richmond, but you gravitated towards the pictures that showed you Jamie as he was growing up.

You carefully picked up a particular photo where Jamie couldn't have been more than eight or nine. His smile was infectious, and you could see the stars in his eyes as he was doing what he loved. Before you could grab another photo, you heard footsteps behind you and turned to see Jamie's mum watching you intently.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry, I just couldn't help myself." you rushed to explain, not wanting to upset Jamie's mum before you had been properly introduced. "I just love seeing him so carefree in these photos."

Instead of responding, she moved forward and threw her arms around you, hugging you quite tightly. "I do too." she confessed, before pulling back to get a good look at you. "Oh, it's so lovely to finally meet you! Call me, Georgie." she insisted. "Jamie's been going on and on about you. It's so nice to finally meet you!" she gushed, ushering you to sit down.

"Mum." a voice whined from the entry to the living room, but Jamie had a small on his face that gave away his joy.

He walked into the room and sat next to his mum, leaning into her touch. You watched as Jamie melted against her, closing his eyes as she gently ran her fingers through his hair.

The time seemed to fly by as the four of you shared stories, laughed, and came together under your shared love for Jamie. The amount of stories Georgie shared with you of Jamie growing up were something you knew you'd never forget.

"I swear," she started, already laughing. "he told me he wanted to dress up as Roy Kent for Halloween."

You fell to the side of the couch, clutching your stomach, as you couldn't stop laughing. "Oh, that's just too good. Jamie, wait 'till Roy gets a load of that."

"Eh, he won't be hearing that from anyone. What happens in this room stays in this room." he tried to argue through the red blush that spread across his cheeks.

Before you knew it, you and Jamie had been with his family for hours and the sun had long set. With an early start for Jamie the next morning, the two of you began to collect your things and said goodbye. Simon offered you a hug goodbye, and you made sure he knew how wonderful all of his food was as you began to walk outside.

You watched from a distance with a smile on your face as Jamie said goodbye to his mother. It might have shocked many people to watch how soft and sincere he was with her, but it didn't surprise you in the least. Deep down, Jamie always was a sweetheart. He showed you that side, and now you got to see him demonstrate that with his mum.

With one last kiss to her cheek, Jamie pulled away and walked to you, quickly grabbing hold of your hand. "Ready to go, love?"

As you opened your mouth to respond, you bit your lip instead and gave Jamie a one second sign before running back to where Simon and Georgie stood near their front door. Nervously, you slowed down in front of Georgie and threw your arms around her tightly.

"Thank you." you spoke so only she could ear.

She pulled back and cocked her head to the side with a slight smile - similar to what you'd seen Jamie do so many times before. "What for, dear?"

You chanced a glance back and your boyfriend. "For raising a wonderful son."

Georgie looked at you, eyes welling up with tears. "You keep looking out for him for me, okay? I know you're doing so much good for him." she told you, sending you off with a smile when you nodded your head.

Together, you and Jamie offered one final wave to Georgie and Simon, walking off hand in hand - your relationship just a little bit stronger than when you first arrived.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tart imagine #ted lasso imagine #rita writes

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captain-mj · 2 months

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PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!! Write the mafia au. If you want to do just a little bit of exposition before the smut instead of fleshing it all out, I would still be thrilled!!! I'm so excited.

Okay! You've convinced me I'll make it! (Did not have to convince me at all I was already writing it)

Ghost liked his flat. It was more spacious and well taken care of than any shack he had been in as a child. As much as he liked it though, he never stayed in it long lately. He'd wake up, go to the gym, take a shower there and then go to his favorite place recently.

Soap was a nice person. He looked a little soft. Ghost knew he was 19, 20 in two months, and that he wanted to be in the military but had a shoulder injury in high school that kept him from doing so. Soap explained that if he could prove he healed enough, he could join but the damn bastards wouldn't listen.

Personally, Ghost saw the way Soap winced when his shoulder twisted too far and that he clearly didn't have full range of motion in it. He hoped the military would never take him. People like Soap shouldn't be around bad things like that.

"Simon! My favorite customer." He said it like the man didn't tower over him and had a fucking mask on. He was scary.

"Sometimes it feels like I'm your only customer."

"Not many people come in at 7:30 in the damn morning for a drink." Soap grinned at him and started fixing him his tea. Same thing every time. Ghost could probably make it better at home, but who wanted to when he could have Soap make it for him.

Ghost grunted in response and, while he waiting, got his money ready. He almost wished tipping was more common, just so he'd have an excuse to throw money at him. Maybe he could slide the bills into his pocket. For stealth, it would have to be his jacket pocket, but in his little fantasy, he slide it in to the pocket on the back of his pants and give his ass a little squeeze.

"Simon?" Soap broke him from his thoughts. "Someone turned off the machine for the water, it's going to be a minute." He didn't seem very apologetic.

"That's fine. How have you been lately, Johnny?"

"I've been good. Got any plans for the day?"

"Nothing."

Soap smiled at him. "One day, will you tell me about yourself, Simon."

Ghost shook his head. "Never gonna happen."

"Come on. Live a little. Let me know something."

"This is my favorite part of my day." Ghost gave him that, watching how Soap blushed and smiled.

"Thank you, Simon." The tea finished and handed it over to Ghost. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Always." He smiled at him.

Ghost left quietly. He hated this part of the day. He liked pretending to be normal.

So he went to work. The boss waved at him and smiled. "There ya are." He was a strangely jovial man considering their line of work. "Need you to deal with a guy that's been causing problems tonight."

"I see. What's his deal?"

"Same thing it always is. A junkie not wanting to pay his dues." He sighs.

Same old, same old.

He sticks around. Great thing about the mob is how neat they keep things. Maybe that's just Price. But there are records for everything. Nothing happens in Manchester that doesn't get a little page about it.

Ghost doesn't deal with it much. He's a glorified hit man. No need to clean his hands and work on something as tedious as making a note of every ounce of coke currently sold versus coke in a warehouse.

So he stood next to his boss and acted as an intimidating guard dog.

Once it got dark, he got the address of the junkie from one of his... coworkers and he did what he always did. He went there with a knife and made his way down the halls of the flat.

What a shithole.

It was... vaguely grimy in the way all cheap places feel. His mother cleaned constantly but it never felt quite clean enough. He wandered right to his door and raised his hand to knock.

The junkie opened the door and Ghost decked him. His target hit the ground, barking something out about if Ghost "knew who he was" and "how he was a powerful man".

Ghost put his foot on the man's chest. "John Price sends his regards." He put more weight on him, crushing his ribs under his foot like dry grass. A creaking sound came from the bone doing its best not to fumble and break underneath him.

"Wait. No. I said I'll get him his money. No need to do anything hasty."

"...What a fucking waste."

Ghost lost track of how long he hit the other man. Just that he knew it hurt. He beat him until his hands hurt. He ran his fingers through the blood on the floor, finding two teeth. After he was done, he double checked to see if he was breathing, he needed him alive to pay his debts, and he left the apartment.

Down the hall, holding groceries, was none other than Johnny. The gorgeous man. He saw the blood on his hands and paled.

"Simon?" He seemed unsure, like he might have the wrong guy.

Ghost lifted his finger and put it to his lips.

Soap swallowed and stared at him as Ghost left.

Simon thought that was the end of it. A disappointing end to an innocent thing he had with him. While he had hoped to at least get his dick wet for the first time in ages, he could admit defeat.

Ghost went back and gave Price the teeth. Blood got his desk but he just grinned. "You did great. Thank you." He smiled at him. "Sit down with me."

Ghost sat in the chair across from him and took the drink. He lifted his mask up for just a moment before drinking it.

They discussed some local happenings for a few minutes before someone knocked on his boss's office. "What is it?" Price called out, leaning back in his chair.

"Caught someone sniffing around."

"Well, bring him in then."

Ghost sighed. "Fucking hell."

Soap was flustered and he had clearly been slapped around. Nothing too bad though. Ghost was going to kill him. He didn't want to, but Price could be unpredictable and it was better for everyone if Ghost did it. He'd do it nice and fast. Easy peasy.

"Simon."

Oh my god. This dude is fucking dumb.

Price raised an eyebrow immediately. "Simon, you know this guy?"

"Know is a strong word."

"Is it money?" Soap interrupted, which luckily seemed to be more amusing to Price than infuriating. "Look, if Simon owes something, I'll pay it okay?"

Price made a face and Ghost rubbed his temples. "Johnny..."

"Look, I understand okay? You didn't have a choice in doing this an-" Ghost grabbed Soap's face and yanked him down so he'd half fall into him.

"Johnny. Keep quiet, yeah?"

Soap paused, face slowly turning more red.

"That's cute." Price laughed. "How old are you kid?"

"I'll be 20 next month."

"Cute. I guess he is in your age range, Simon."

"Sir it's not like that. At all." Ghost tried to explain, finding this more than a little embarrassing.

Price grinned. "Simon. Here's what you're going to do. You're going to make sure... Johnny here never, ever comes back. I'll leave it up to you. Want to put a bullet in his head? Go for it. But if you want to just break his legs... you can do that too."

Soap started to struggle. "Simon, you won't hurt me, will you?" He looked so distressed.

Ghost sighed. Fucking hell. He grabbed him by his coat and dragged him away. "I'll deal with it, Price."

Soap tried to get his bearings but just couldn't, feet unable to get on the ground properly. "Simon, wait, please."

Ghost pushed him up against the wall in a spare room and fit his hands around his throat. "You're an idiot. You get that right? Following me like that."

Soap had to stand on his tip toes, hands around Ghost's wrist. "I'm sorry."

Ghost growled at him. "Listen up. You're going to go home. You're going to go back to work tomorrow. And you're never, ever going to come back here. You understand me?"

"Yes, sir." He swallowed against the hand holding him.

"Good. You're not going to breath a word of this to anyone. Ever. And if you do, I'll make sure you never breath again." He pressed against Soap, crowding him.

And crowding the hard on he was wearing. He glanced down at how Soap was trying so hard not to grind against him.

"Oh.

Oh."

Soap flushed and whined. "I'm sorry. I..."

Ghost rubbed his thigh gently against him and watched him moan. "Fucking hell."

He picked Soap up by his hips and placed him down on a table, pushing him back so he'd lay down. Soap pulled his shirt up and off while Ghost unbuckled his pants and shoved them down. He grabbed Soap's jeans and yanked them down. "Your little white knight act was cute. Coming in here to save me. What were you going to do? Pay off my debts? Fight your way through them?"

Soap went to snap back at him but Ghost trailed his fingers along his cock and he quickly shut up.

"You're brave. I'll give you that. And god I want to fuck you." He spit on to his fingers and grabbed him, teasing his hole with the pad of his finger. "You going to let me?"

Soap tried to push against him. "I'll beg you for it. Got all undressed for ya."

Ghost slapped his thigh hard, watching him jump. "You're a fucking slag." He pushed his finger in gently and growled at the way the flesh gave.

Soap groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure. "No, it's not like that..." For a moment, Ghost worried he'd struck a nerve but Soap was rocking against his finger with vigor, trying to get it in deeper.

"Then what's its like? You just like this for me?"

"Yes. Just you." Soap promised, looking up at him. "I've wanted you for so long... I was just so nervo-" Ghost sank his finger the rest of the way in to make him shut up. He used some of the oil they had around to make it a bit easier and started to work him open.

"You're going to be good and tell me if it hurts too much, won't you?"

Soap nodded and braced himself against the table. Ghost used some of the... precum dripping from Soap's cock to stroke his own, getting himself nice and wet. He grabbed him by his hips and pushed in nice and slow. Soap's mouth fell open right before he screamed.

"Fuck you're so big I don't know if i can... So big..." His legs locked around his hips as he whined. He kept whimpering and crying out as Ghost just pounded into him. Those nice legs of his were up in the air and trembling as he took it.

Ghost kissed him hard and then pulled away to let him keep yelling. He should've been more careful with him. Distantly, he knew that. But Soap was gagging for it, begging him in between cries. He grabbed him tight and pulled Ghost to his throat which he peppered with kisses.

"Please don't stop! Please! Don't! Stop!" Soap choked when he came, cum spilling over his chest.

Ghost finished inside him, feeling how tight he clenched around his cock. He thrust in a few more times before sliding out. Silently, he dressed Soap and fixed his belt.

Soap rubbed his face to get rid of the tears. His legs were shaky.

Ghost looked at him for a moment. No outward marks. He didn't bite at his throat like he wanted to. But the limp he had was obvious.

"Johnny..."

"Simon..."

"Sorry. Was I too rough with ya?"

"No! No. i enjoyed it. A lot."

Ghost grinned under his mask and grabbed a pen. On Soap's wrist, he wrote his number. "I know where you live. You feeling lonely, send me a text." He squeezed Soap's ass and sent him on his way.

The horrified looks everyone else gave him clued him in to what they thought happened. It was for the best. If they thought he tortured Soap, they'd at least let it go.

Price stared at him, looking just a little confused.

"Let him off with a warning."

"I see..."

#cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap

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melanieph321 · 10 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader - The Birthday Gift

This fic was requested by one of my lovely wattpad readers for her birthday on July 14th. Happy birthday to her!!🥳

Enjoy!

How sad it was having to work on your birthday. Luckily your boyfriend, Ruben, came to pick you up once your shift ended.

"So what do you want to do?" He asked. You had already celbreated a little bit before you left for work this morning. Ruben made you breakfast in bed this and let you open his present, a charm braclet with a golden key as it's first charm.

"Well they made me this at worked." You showed him the bag of pastries you got from your colleagues. They made a wide selection of pastries for you to enjoy on your birthday. "Maybe we could find a nice place to enjoy them, just the two of us?"

"Sure. I know a place we can go."

You weren't too keen on parties where you were supposed to be the center of attention. Ruben was the same. He enjoyed peace and quiet and you two often spend your days together snuggled up on the couch, watching a marathon of movies. It wasn't much, but it was how you liked it. Just you and Ruben, in your own little bubble.

"What's this place?"

He had driven a bit outside of the city, to a little town with a big lake in the middle of it.

"I come here sometimes to relax." He said, parking the car on a hill that overlooked the small houses and the lake that sparkled in the sun.

"Hmm. A bit random don't you think?" You brought out the bag of pastries and picked the one you wanted to eat first. Ruben was a bit more hesitant, perhaps not wanting to make such a mess in his car.

"You don't like it?"

"The view?"

"No, the town." He said, with a strange look on his face.

"I dunno? What so special about it?"

To you it looked like a typical english town with houses covered in red tile rooftops, a town center, a local school and plenty of green agriculture surrounding the area.

"I thought it'd be a great place to live someday."

"You want to live here?" You chuckled.

"Yeah, what's so funny about that?" He sounded a bit offended by your reaction.

"Nothing baby, but you of all people rather live here than in Manchester or Portugal of all places?"

"Yes. It's a great place for us to live. It's close to Manchester and..."

"Us?" You stopped him there, unsure if you heard him right.

Ruben looked to bite his tongue.

"You said us, right? Or was I mistaken?"

He turned to you with a serious expression on his face.

"Ruben, what's the matter?"

His eyes searched your face, perhaps unsure if he should tell you or not.

"Ruben please, you're kind of freaking me out." You chuckled.

"Promise not to do that."

"Do what?" You had to tilt your head as his eyes had diverged from yours. "Ruben please tell me what's going on?" You had never seen him like this, so anxious and easily agitated.

"What I'm about to show you..." He said. "Just promise me that you won't freak out."

"I won't. I promise."

He sighed and turned the keys to start the car. You were off for a silent drive through the little town, not stopping until you arrived at a small community of houses.

"We have to walk from here." He said, silencing the engine, unbuckling his belt. You did the same and followed him.

He held your hand leading you through the lovely neighborhood with a beautiful set up of houses. However there was this particular house that still looked like it was under construction. To your surprise Ruben stopped just in front of that one, searching his pocket for a key which he handed to you.

"Happy Birthday." He said, but not with as much energy as this morning.

"You bought me a house?"

"Yes. I bought you a house." He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Ruben, but why?" You turned to look at him, unsure of what to say. You had so not expected this.

"I dunno." He shrugged. "Because I love you."

You leap forwards, hugging him. "I love you too, but I could never afford to buy you a house. It's too much Ruben." Tears had begun to flow, but mostly because anyone surprising you with such a gift would make you emotional.

"Do you want to take a look inside?" Ruben looked down on you, smiling.

You perked up to kiss his lips. "Yes, let's go inside."

It was a castle compared to any place you've lived in before. There was a giant porch with an equally giant backyard. Ruben even showed you a blueprint of the plans to build a pool out there.

"Ruben, this house is too big for just the two of us." This is what he had meant by "us." The house would be a home for the two of you to share.

"I know." He said. "But by the time the house is done maybe it won't be just the two of us anymore?"

You froze, a ray of butterflies entering your stomach. "You mean...?"

Ruben shrugged. You two stood in the middle of what would be the living room and it was almost impossible not to imagine little feet running across the wooden floors, making a mess of things as children often did.

"You want to have children with me?" You failed to hold in another flood of tears. Ruben closed the distance between you, grabbing your hand and kneeling down before you. "It would be your choice of course. Just like it is my choice to ask you to marry me."

"Ruben."

You watched him pull out the little black jewelry box out of his back pocket. He pulled the diamond ring out of the box, ready to dress it on your finger, but first he needed to hear the words that would allow him to do so.

You nodded your head and weeped. "Yes Ruben. Of course I will marry you!"

He put the ring on your finger, rose to his feet and picked you up, twirling you around in his arms. Your eyes were filled with tears and it felt like you could go on crying forever. He set your feet back down to look at you. "I love you." He said, in the same way he always did, but this time it was like he spoke directly to your heart, your heart that belonged to him now.

"I love you too." You cried. "...and this gift, the best birthday gift I could have ever received."

#fanfiction #man city #manchester city #football imagine #ruben dias #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #footballer imagine #football x reader #football

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canirove · 2 months

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My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 13

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“This is quite nice, isn’t it? I think I could get used to it” grandad said when we arrived at the VIP area at the Emirates.

“It is surprisingly nice, yes.” I may have to give City’s a chance and see if it is as good.

“Oh, there you are!” a man said behind us. “Not bad, eh?” he said before hugging grandad.

“Not bad at all. That’s what I was telling my granddaughter.”

“This is her?” the man asked.

“The very same. This is Mr. Ramsdale, love” grandad said.

“Very nice to meet you, miss” he replied, kissing my hand.

“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Ramsdale.”

“Would you like a drink while we wait? I usually don’t have anything, I get too nervous. But maybe you are in the mood for it.”

“I think I’ll pass” grandad said. “You?” he asked me.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

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“That was a hell of a game, wasn’t it?” Mr. Ramsdale said after the final whistle.

“It definitely was. I don’t know how you manage to do this every weekend, Aaron is nuts” I said.

“He is, isn’t he?” Mr. Ramsdale chuckled. “But it usually works out. Usually.”

“I could do with that drink now that the game is over” grandad said. “What do you think?”

“I like how that sounds. And Aaron said he’ll be joining us here once he’s done.”

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“So you are my future wife, uh?” someone said behind me.

“I beg your pardon?” I said, turning around.

“Sorry, sorry. That sounded like a really bad pick-up line” a blonde boy with a big smile replied. No, not just a boy. Aaron Ramsdale himself.

“It actually did, yes” I said.

“I know we literally just met and that I may have not made the best first impressio, but would you like to come to a party with me? Ben is throwing a late Christmas one at his house, everyone is attending and I don't want to miss it, so maybe you’ll like to join us?”

“Parties aren’t my thing, to be honest.”

“Oh, c´mon. It’ll be fun! And think about my dad and your grandad’s reaction when we tell them that we are leaving together. They’ll start getting things ready for the wedding!”

“It’s very likely, yes” I chuckled.

“So? What do you say? Are you coming?”

“Ok, fine” I sighed. I couldn’t say no to that smile. It was impossible.

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When Aaron and I arrived at Ben’s house after a car ride that flew by thanks to all his jokes and anecdotes, it was already packed with people.

“There you are!” someone I didn’t know but that looked very familiar said. He definitely was one of his teammates. “And you brought company.”

“My future wife” Aaron said with that big smile of his.

“Oh, Manchester girl?”

“Manchester girl?” I said.

“That’s what we call you on the changing room” Aaron’s friend said. “Because you live in Manchester.”

“You’ve told them about me?” I asked Aaron.

“I’ve told them about this girl my dad wants me to date, marry and have five children with, yes.”

“Five are way too many.”

“Three?”

“Two.”

“Fine by me” Aaron said, shaking my hand. “Should we get a drink?”

“Sure.”

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“Do they have anything without alcohol on it?”

“I’m afraid not” Aaron said. “But here, try this. It is what I usually have, it is very light.”

“I’m not used to drinking, tho. Even the lightest thing can make me drunk.”

“This won’t, I promise” Aaron said with his big smile. And again, it was impossible to say no to him.

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“Has anyone ever told you that you have the best smile in the world?”

“I’ve been told that I have a great smile, but not in the world” Aaron said.

“Well, you do. You are like sunshine.”

“I do wear yellow when a play for a reason.”

“Because you are the Teletubbies sun!” I giggled. The drink Aaron gave me turned out to taste really nice, and we ended up having more than one. And two. And maybe three.

“No one had ever called me that.”

“Then you’re welcome” I giggled again.

“You are really cute when you laugh, you know” he said, leaning forward.

“Woah, woah, woah. Stop there” I said, putting my hand on his face.

“What?”

“You can’t kiss me.”

“Why not? Aren’t we going to get married? We should start with the basics” he said, leaning forward again.

“I have a boyfriend” I blurted out. “Well, not really. We like each other and have kissed a few times.”

“Then you can still kiss me if you aren’t official.”

“I’m not going to kiss you, Aaron. I want to be faithful.” The moment those words left my mouth, we both started laughing like crazy.

“Ok, fine, no kissing” he said once we manage to stop. “But tell me about him. What’s his name?”

“Rúben.”

“Wait, Rúben? Like Rúben Dias, the City player?”

“Not like him. He is the Rúben Dias.”

“Nah, you are making fun of me.”

“I’m not! Look!” I said, taking out my phone. “Let’s call him and see what he is up to.”

“Hello, neighbour” Rúben said over facetime. “Where are you?”

“I’m at a party at Ben White’s house. And look!” I said, turning my phone so he could see Aaron. “It’s Ramsdale!”

“It is him! The Rúben Dias!”

“Told you I wasn’t lying” I giggled.

“Hello, mate” Aaron said, waving at the screen. “You have a very nice girl, she’s been behaving. I wanted to kiss her and she said no, said she wanted to be faithful.” And again, Aaron and I bursted out laughing.

“Are you drunk?” Rúben asked.

“Just a bit tipsy” I said. “Aaron’s drink tastes so good… You should try it. What did you say it was?”

“Can’t remember right now. Something pink.”

“I like pink” I said. “I need to buy a pink dress. Do you like pink dresses, Rúben?”

“What I like is seeing you sober.”

“I am sober. Or almost sober.”

“You should go home.”

“Oh, don’t be a party pooper, Rúben. Rúben. Such a nice name… Rúben. We should call our first kid like that!”

“Love the idea!” Aaron said.

“What do you think, Rúben?” I asked him.

“I think that tomorrow you are gonna regret this.”

“I think not, Rúben” I said, giggling again. “Oh, that song! I love it! Let’s go dance, Aaron! Bye, Rúben.”

“Bye” Aaron said, waving at my phone before I hung up.

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 11 months

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Not Yours, Never Was

Pairing: Tom Bennett x nameless female character (third person perspective) Warnings: Angst. Jealousy. Eventual smut. Word count: tbc

Summary: She's been friends with Tom since childhood. When he returns to Manchester, following his escape from France, they become something more. The problem with Tom is that he's never quite willing to define what "more" actually is. Based on this request.

Full fic coming later today. Teaser below the cut!

Tom rolls off of her, his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, as he gasps for breath. One arm snakes around her shoulders as she cuddles against his chest, while the other reaches for his cigarettes on the bedside table.

She basks in the closeness, a satisfying ache between her thighs, knowing the moment is almost at its end. She listens to the click of the lighter, inhaling softly through her nose as a waft of smoke fills her nostrils with its familiar scent.

Then come the words she's been dreading.

"You should probably push off home, love, Lois will be back soon." Tom tells her, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

She nods, rising from the bed and beginning to dress. It's been this way ever since he came home.

Her and Tom had grown up living opposite each other on the same street. He'd teased her mercilessly, as boys will do to girls, but they'd always been friends. She'd felt sick with worry when he'd joined the navy, and her heart had broken when his father, Douglas, had told her he'd been reported as MIA in Dunkirk.

The day he'd returned to Castlefield had felt like a dream. He'd ducked in through the open back door while she was in the kitchen making tea and she'd dropped the teapot in shock when she caught sight of him. It had shattered on the tiled floor, but it didn't seem to matter, not when he stood there with that lopsided smirk of his plastered across his handsome face.

Wordlessly they'd closed the gap, kissing each other hungrily, silent outpourings of I missed you expressed with every tender touch and caress.

From that point onwards they had seized every opportunity to be together. On the nights that her dad was on late shifts at the factory, she'd leave the lamp on for Tom in her bedroom window, a signal that it was safe for him to come up; her mum had always been a sound sleeper. In turn, she'd go to his whenever Douglas and Lois weren't home.

She understood the need for privacy. Tom shared a room with his sister and she still lived with her parents, none of whom would appreciate them fornicating under the same roof. However, as the months had slipped by it occurred to her that her and Tom had never actually been on a proper date, let alone been seen in public together.

"You know, Tommy," She says, as she finishes buttoning her blouse. "There's a dance at the Wharf on Saturday, to celebrate the rest of the troops coming home."

"Yeah, I saw," He replies, rubbing his brow and taking another drag of his cigarette. "My old man brought a leaflet home from his rounds the other day."

"Thought it might be nice if we went together?" She offers with a bright smile.

Tom's eyebrows raise as his eyes widen, and he exhales smoke through his nose. "Oh, I dunno about that, love. Probably not a good idea."

She feels her heart lurch in her chest and quickly looks away, not wanting him to see how badly his words have affected her. "Right. Well, I'll see you around."

She rises from the bed, walking towards the door, and he calls after her.

"Oi! No goodbye kiss then?"

Her hand pauses on the doorknob and she responds without turning to look back at him. "Probably not a good idea."

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footiehoefics · 6 months

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Pretty eyes / Ojitos lindos

This is a repost bc the tags weren't working :(. Anyways sorry I hadn't posted in a while, I'm glad i was able to write this one bc it was an idea I've had for a while now. I hope you guys like :)! Tw none, fluff/light smut, 2.7k words

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Hace tiempo que no agarro a nadie de la mano

Hace tiempo que no envío un: “buenos días te amo”

Pero tu me tiene’ enredao, me envolví

Iba por mi camino y me perdí

Mi mirada cambió cuando tus ojos vi

Yo no te busque, no

Chocamo’ en el trayecto

Con tu alma es la que yo conecto

Tranquila, no tiene que ser perfecto, no

I haven't hеld somebody's hand in a while

I haven't sent a "Good morning, I love you" in a while

But you've got me entangled, I got involved

I was on my own way and I got lost

My gaze changed when I saw your eyes

I didn't look for you, no,

We bumped into each other through our path

Your soul is the one I connect with

Stay calm, it doesn't have to be perfect, no

What you and Mason had was something very special, and both of you knew it. You are both certain it was love at first sight, as cheesy as it sounds. You fell for him, quick and hard. The first time you looked at him properly, like look straight into his hazel eyes, you knew you were fucked.

Before meeting him you knew who he was of course, and you never thought you would meet him in a coffee shop in Manchester and end up falling in love with him. However, the last thing you were expecting was him falling in love with you.

It was lonely for him those first days in Manchester, but he had you. After you two met, he sat down at your table for a cup of tea and a chat and he asked for your number. He thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He definitely did not plan on seeing someone right now in his life, especially after making such a big change in his life. That all changed of course when he took you on a date.

He didn't know where to take you not having lived in Manchester before, so you chose the place since you were a local. It was a nice, cozy and cute restaurant. It was also very private which he loved. That whole night was probably some of the best moments he had ever shared with someone. He knew he felt something for you that day at the coffee shop, but on your first date it completely solidified it.

During your first date, you could not stop staring into his eyes. It was the loveliest and best first date you've ever been to. He made you feel things no one had, and things you hadn't felt in a while.

After dinner, you took him to a park nearby. You were walking and talking, talking and walking. You learned so much from him and him from you. It was like you were talking to someone who you had trusted your whole entire life. It felt right and it felt like home.

After debating it in his head, Mason finally had the courage to grab your hand and intertwine your fingers with his. It made your heart melt and your cheeks blush too which caused Mason to giggle to himself.

Every day after that, the thing you both wanted the most was to be with one another. You craved each other’s touch and presence. It did not take him long for him to tell you about his feelings and how serious he was taking your relationship. You felt exactly the same.

It scared you a bit, you feel like maybe all of this happening in the span of a month or 2 months was rushing it. All those thoughts went away when you were with him though.

“Do you want to go to my home game tomorrow?” Mason asked you while you both layed on top of each other on his couch.

You had never seen him play, the season was just starting and his first game was a home game. You lifted your head up from his chest to look him in the eyes. The same eyes that drove you crazy every single time you looked at them.

“Do you want me to go?” you asked him back, resting your chin on his chest.

“Of course I want you to go…” he replied, smiling and caressing your cheeks with his warm hands. You smiled at him, still looking at his eyes.

“I’ll go, I want to see you play.” you told him.

You lifted your body up towards him and kissed him lovingly. Kissing him was another thing that drove you crazy. Feeling his lips against yours, his nose brushing against yours.

“I love you so much, you know?” he said, your noses still touching.

“You do?” you whispered.

“More than you know” he replied, smiling.

“I love you,” you said, kissing him, “so much.”

After that night, every morning you woke up to a “Good morning” and an “I love you” from your boyfriend.

After what you went through with your ex relationships, you didn’t think it was possible to find someone as perfect as him. But you were very thankful and you thanked your lucky stars every day.

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Yo le hablo a Dio’ y tu eres su respuesta

Aprendí que los momento’ lindo’ nunca cuestan

Como cuando me regalas tu mirada

Y el sol su puesta, y el sol su puesta

Nada más seremos do’, tu y yo acariciándono’

En medio del tiempo, sin decir adiós

I talk to God and you are his answer

I learned that pretty moments are priceless

Like when you gift me your gaze

And the sun its setting, and the sun its setting

It’ll only be us two, you and i caressing each other

In the midst of time, not saying goodbye

The season did not start the way everyone at United was expecting, and certainly not the way Mason expected. He had trained loads during the summer to get back on track from his previous injury and start contributing to the team. The first games he felt like it was not clicking for him.

On top of the hateful comments and mean headlines about him, he picked up an injury. It added to the frustration he had and it upset him how the team could not count on him now.

Once he felt his muscle tingle, he knew he had to get subbed off. He hand signaled his manager to take him off. He immediately knew Mason was injured and called another player from the bench to replace him.

You could see from the stands Mason limping off the pitch. Your heart sank, you felt awful. He had been beating himself up for the poor performances, no matter how much you tried assuring him he was not responsible for the performances of 10 other men. It hurt you to see him this way. His confidence was low, his performances were not great because of it, his face when he looked at social media after games.

After the game, you waited for him in the player’s lounge. You were nervous. You wanted to give him space but you also wanted him to know he could talk to you and confide in you. After all, you were his girlfriend, and you loved him more than anything.

You saw him say goodbye to his physio, got up and got ready to comfort him. He approached you, and you could see the sparkle in his eyes was gone. Those eyes that you loved so much, did not look the same. He looked defeated. Once you two were close, you hugged him, not caring if he wanted it or not. It hurt you seeing him like that. He appreciated the hug. Your arms embracing him was the best feeling in the world for him.

You two stood there hugging each other, your arms around his shoulders and his arms around your waist, for what felt like hours, in the midst of time. Your face was buried on the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry baby” you whispered only for him to hear.

“Thank you for being here, always” he replied, kissing your cheek.

“Always.” you pulled away to look at him, and kiss him.

You both left Old Trafford and headed home. The drive home was silent which was unusual, but you didn’t want to talk about it unless he started the conversation.

Once home, you asked him if he was hungry but he said no. You watched him head to his bedroom with his head hanging low. You cooked something for yourself since you were starving, and also to give him some space.

You ate your food alone in the dining room and cleaned up the kitchen and plates. You headed to his bedroom and saw him lying face down on his bed. You laid right next to him sideways, so you could scratch his head and look at him.

“What did the physio say?” you asked, trying to start a conversation with him.

“Um, I have to go tomorrow to get some tests done but…they think it will be at least a month out…” he said, turning his head to your side so he could see you.

“Fuck…” you muttered under your breath. You got closer to him, still scratching his head with your nails, and brushing your nose against him. “I hate seeing you like this Mase…”

“It’ll be fine…I hope” he sounded sad and defeated.

“It will baby, I promise” you tried reassuring him. “I will always be here, after every good and bad game.”

“Good, you're the only person I want to see after every game” he said, pulling a smile out of both of you.

“You will get better, you will start getting into the rhythm of the team I promise. I don’t want to see your eyes and just see sadness, I hate it.” you said kissing his nose.

“You have a weird obsession with my eyes you know” he told you smiling to himself.

“Excuse you, but they are my favorite” you replied, pecking his lips.

You changed into more comfortable clothes and got back in bed with him. These moments sucked for Mason, feeling the weight of the world in him. It also sucked for you too, feeling helpless. However, being there for one another was very precious to you both.

—--

Cuando estoy encima de ti, de ti

Mami yo me olvido de todo, todo

No hace falta nadie aquí

Solamente tú y yo

When I'm on top of you, of you

Mami, I forget about everything, everything

Nobody is needed here

Just you and me

Having sex with Mason was something you were definitely nervous about. Before him, it had been a while since you did anything with anyone. You didn’t just want to sleep with someone and not talk to them the next day. It felt wrong to you.

When Mason suggested you stay over after a nice dinner cooked by him, you knew it would probably lead to both of you naked on his bed. You’re not gonna lie, you really wanted him. There was no one else in the world that would make you feel this way.

Nothing had escalated more than a heated make out session. Honestly, it could have since both of you got really horny sometimes. However, you wanted it to be somewhat special and so did Mason. Mason wanted to make love with you, not just have sex.

After dinner, you of course started making out on the couch, both of you had thought about this moment for a long time. How it would feel to have him inside you, how it would feel for him to be inside you. How it would feel to kiss every inch of each other’s bodies.

Mason was currently on top of you, both of you completely naked, and just anticipating that moment.

“Mase baby, I need you” you moaned against his mouth.

He lined himself up with you, and started thrusting in slowly. He wanted to make you feel good, and like you two were the only people in the world.

The room was filled with both of your moans and grunts.

“Oh my god” you moaned against his ear.

“You feel so good my love” Mason said, now looking at you.

You stared into his eyes, while he thrusted still slowly to take his time and make you feel every good sensation.

Once you both started panting more and more, you knew you were close.

“Fucking hell” Mason said, as he finished, making you moan and finish too.

“You are something else…” he said, moving hair out of your face and smiling down at you.

You lifted your head a bit to kiss him. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” he replied, kissing you again.

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Y solo mírame con esos ojito’ lindo’

Que con eso yo estoy bien

Hoy he vuelto a nacer

Tu y yo, tu y yo

And just look at me with those pretty eyes

Cause with that I am fine,

I have been reborn

You and me, you and me

Mason was a little disappointed in not being called up for the England capm this month. He knew, however, he had just returned back from his injury and understood the manager’s decision.

He thought this break was the perfect opportunity to do a little road trip with you, and take you somewhere a little more sunny. It was still cold, but the sun and the beach made it better.

He wanted this trip to be just you and him, no one else and no distractions. He also wanted to make this trip for you as a thank you, for being there for him even though it got tough.

When you arrived at the airbnb he rented, which was right in front of the beach, you gasped. It was a beautiful little house with the perfect view. You both got settled in the house and decided to go to the pier which was not far away. It was a 15 minute walk from your place.

The whole day was perfect. Holding hands the whole time, him giving you sneaky kisses, shopping a little, exploring the town and eating delicious food he was normally not allowed.

“Why don’t we go to the beach to watch the sun set?” he asked, giving a kiss to your left hand.

“Okay, let me just finish this” you replied, licking the drop of chocolate that was about to fall off your churro.

Mason looked at you, and started giggling.

“What is it?” you asked, “do i have something on my face? Mason!” both of you now laughing.

“You have chocolate on the tip of your nose” he said, giggling.

“How the hell did that get there?” you laughed, trying to reach for the napkin but Mason beat you to it.

“I mean, you are devouring that churro like it’s your last meal” he replied, removing the chocolate from your nose and making you gasp, jokingly acting offended.

You both headed down to the beach and found a comfy place to sit down and admire the sunset. You were sitting side by side, resting against a rock, his hands on your legs and your legs over his.

You rested your head on his shoulder looking at the seagulls fly by, the waves crashing and the sun setting.

“This is nice” Mason sighed.

You looked up at him, his eyes were closed, clearly enjoying the moment. You still looked at him though, admiring his side profile. He was perfect.

“Are you staring at me?” he asked, still didn’t open his eyes.

“So? I can stare at you” you said, kissing his cheek.

He smiled, and opened his eyes, now looking at you. Those fucking eyes.

“Your eyes look even brighter right now with the sun” you said, placing your hand on his cheek.

“Mmm” he hummed at the feeling of your skin on his, closing his eyes again.

He leaned in and kissed you.

“I love this, just you and me” he said, still inches away from your face. “Just you and me.” you replied, kissing him once again.

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butyou-callmewhenyourebored · 9 months

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Ross MacDonald Imagine

Summary: In which you and your sweet husband Ross find out you're having a baby and tell the rest of the band.

Warnings: A few swear words, that's it.

Author's Note: A result of me not being able to finish my George piece, getting frustrated at my Matty piece and not finishing that too. This is just sweet fucking fluff and now I want a cute domestic family life with my sweet husband Ross and I'm going to cry over how that isn't my current life.

Before you read this. I've never been pregnant so there is no in depth writing about the intricacies of being pregnant. Mentions of food once. I googled if pregnant women could eat it, they can. Apart from that... Enjoy dilf Ross!

I don't know why I'm nervous to post this but enjoy!

Word Count: 4.1K Words

You met Ross MacDonald when you were eleven years old and starting Wilmslow high school before being the bassist in the Brit Award winning The 1975 was even a blip on his radar. You wouldn’t have called yourselves friends per say as you ran in different friend groups during your time at school but you knew he was friends with your neighbour Matty, so once they had decided to form a band, you saw him around a little more. Not that you were complaining as he was one half of the calm alongside Adam to the chaos that was Matthew and their newly acquired drummer George.

You liked him. He was sweet, well as sweet as a teenage boy could be and he always made you laugh whenever you saw him. Growing closer to his group of friends as you all started to become the age of house parties and underage drinking. You'd even made out with Adam during a drinking game once when you were sixteen, not that Matty ever let you forget. He loves to tease the three of youof that moment including Ross; that his missus had kissed Hann before him. Alight flush always dancing across Hann’s cheeks, usually as he shakes his head at the constant teasing you endure from Matty. Even when you’re in your sixties, you two were never going to live that down!

Then you went to university in Manchester; not far from home but far (and busy) enough that the only person you saw was Matty on the occasions you were home due to him being next door. Upon graduating; you moved to London with your newly appointed graduate job at the creative agency you had secured, a move that you swore you’d never do. You were a northern soul through and through but you stayed down there for five years before you moved back to the North.

By this time; the band had already released a string of EPs and were gearing up to release their debut album in the time you had started your own career. Chasing the dreams you always heard them talk about when you were kids and you felt a warmth of pride in your chest when you thought about the annoying kid next door who would make a racket in his garage with his mates becoming the successful band they always dreamed of becoming. You were so proud even if it had been years since you had seen them all together.

You wouldn’t get the chance to see them again properly until they came home in the autumn of 2015 before the release of their sophomore album.

You bumped into an old friend from high school in big Tesco not long after you had moved back to Cheshire and they invited you to a small get together they were holding that weekend. Just drinks, nothing crazy like the old days but it would be nice to catch up with everyone but the wink Josh sent your way as you were saying goodbye caused you you to think casual drinks would be the last thing that was going to happen.

When you had arrived at the party, the house was full of people you hadn’t seen in years. So definitely not casual drinks! You had just managed to push your way through to the kitchen when some one was yanking you backwards at full speed and throwing themselves at you at full force. A head of curls tickling the side of your face and a familiar aftershave he always wore invading your senses, you knew it was Matthew before you even saw his face. You manage to squeeze him back tightly before he pulled away from you grinning.

“Sweetheart! Ohhh how I’ve missed you!” He wailed dramatically.

“You don’t have time to miss me Mr Rockstar!” You had smirked at him; pulling him with you as you searched for a corkscrew for your wine.

“Of course I have!” He furrowed his eyebrows. “I was always fond of my pretty neighbour you know!” It was his turn to smirk as he leant against he counter, watching as you poured yourself a generous glass of wine.

“Yeah, whatever you say Healy!” You laughed; rolling your eyes at him teasingly.

“Hey! There’s something I want to show you!” Matty smiled brightly; taking your hand and pulling you through all your other old classmates until he came to an abrupt halt in another busy room. “Look who I’ve found!”

Matty stepped aside and that’s when you saw him properly for the first time since you were a teenager. Stood in the corner of the room, his conversation with George stopping when his eyes landed on you. The two of them beaming brightly before ascending on you for reacquaintance.

It was like time stood still and ohhh had time been good to Ross MacDonald. Standing at six foot four, dark hair styled to perfection and an impressive beard sat upon his handsome features. You couldn’t help but drink him in, he was simply divine not that you would ever tell him that. There was no way he would want you plus he probably had a girlfriend anyway, not a chance he didn’t have women lining up for him when he was as handsome as he was.

Turns out he thought the exact same when his eyes landed on you for the first time in years.

He let George hug you first; the bassist drinking in your features. You hadn’t changed a bit, your youthful looks still evident in the glow you emitted and probably more beautiful than he remembered. Finally reaching over to wrap his arms around you, Ross braved it and pressed a kiss to your cheek with a soft “You look beautiful darling.” Before standing up to full height next to George as you quickly fell into easy conversation.

You spent the next hour listening to all their tales of travelling the world, getting to play Glastonbury and how much they loved their fans and how they couldn’t believe they had fans all over the world. You could believe it. You’d never tell them but you secretly loved listening to them make all that noise as they were figuring out who they were during your youth. You couldn’t help but feel that warmth spread through you as you absorbed everything they were saying. Your noisy boys from next door had done all of this in the past two years. It was insane!

Within that hour Hann had appeared out of no where; very quietly in typical Adam fashion, greeted you with a warm hug and took Matty’s teasing like a champ before slinking off into the crowd with a promise of catching up properly when it was less noisy. George and Matty both quickly disappeared to smoke a joint at the back of Josh’s garden also in typical Matty and George fashion and then there were two.

After refilling your wine and grabbing another beer for himself, the pair of you slinked back to the corner you found him in. Where you stayed for the majority of the night; stood close with his hand on the small of your back as you leaned in close so you could hear one another. You were completely enamoured by your childhood friend; who had grown into this incredibly handsome, sweet and talented man who also seemed to not be able to draw his eyes away from you.

You exchanged numbers that night with promises of keeping in touch and in all honesty you weren’t expecting much to happen. The band weren’t home for very long and then they were going back to their very busy schedule; a tour to go on, an album to be released and you didn’t know when you’d see any of them next. You were expecting a text every few weeks, months if you were lucky from Ross or from any of them if you were being realistic. They weren’t going to have time for their old school friend.

Ross called you the morning after.

He called the very next morning and asked if you’d go for lunch with him.

You’ve been with him ever since.

You’ve loved him every day since.

You and Ross had been together just under six years and married for just under two when you found out. But it didn’t make it any less scary to the fact that you were going to bring another human into this world. The band were the biggest they’ve ever been, even with them being stuck at home due to a global pandemic but you were knew he was about to jet off again once the new album they were about to go and write was released. How were you going to look after a baby when the father of your child was on the other side of the world and you were left to figure it out as a single mother?

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub in your ensuite, you nervously played with your wedding rings as you waited for the timer to go off. Your husband downstairs, unaware that your lives might be about to change forever. You had been feeling a little under the weather the past week or so and had been nauseous the past couple of days, you didn’t even think to take a pregnancy test until your best friend had mentioned it, just to rule the possibility out.

The shrill beeping of the timer on your phone rang through your bathroom and had you snapping your head in the direction of where the test sat neatly next to your phone. You quickly turned it off. Taking a deep breath, you shakily reached for the test in front of you. Flipping it over in your hands before finally feeling brave; you turned it over, the breath you were unaware you had been holding making your whole body shudder as you let it go.

The words ‘8 weeks +’ glaring back at you.

A sob ripped through your chest, your vision immediately blurred thanks to the tears that were now rolling down your face. You and Ross were going to have a baby. You were going to have a child with your sweet husband who was down stairs cooking you chicken noodle soup because he thought you’d caught a stomach bug. The image of him downstairs innocently making you lunch, a tea towel slung over his shoulder and humming to himself had you sobbing even more. God you loved him so much.

After another five minutes of staring at the positive test, you managed to pull yourself together enough to make your way downstairs and see your husband. As imagined, you were greeted with his back to you, hunched over the stove with a tea towel flung over his shoulder as predicted and his ever growing hair falling in front of his eyes as he tested the soup.

“Baby?” You spoke softly.

Ross glanced quickly over his shoulder at the sound of your voice, a soft smile on his face as he took in your appearance. Joggers and a hoodie you had stolen from him many moons ago, before you were married, that you had claimed as your own and never returned to him. They looked better on you anyway.

“Baby. I’m not sick.”

“You’re feeling better?” He stood up taller; switching the hob off, reaching for you as you shook your head before nervously holding out the test.

Ross’s eyes flitted towards the test in your hand and back to your face and back again before taking it from you slowly. You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he eyed the ‘8 weeks +’ that was staring him straight in the face. God, did he even want kids right now? Your anxiety was starting to bubble away in your chest, an impending panic attack on the horizon the longer he didn’t say anything but in hindsight it was probably only ten seconds before his large frame came crashing into you, pulling you tightly into his chest.

Soft “I love you. I love you. I love you”s were chanted against the shell of your ear before he took your face in his hands and kissing you so deeply you felt your knees buckle underneath you; the only reason you were still standing being Ross was physically holding you up.

“We’re going to have a baby.” Ross’s voice soft as he held your face in his hands, looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars. Your teary eyes looked up at him, nodding before you were kissing him just like you did after your first date. With everything in you.

This was your person. Your man. Your lobster. He was it for you and you had magically created life with him. You didn’t realise you could love him anymore until you found out you were going to bring the most perfect little human into the world and you knew they would be perfect because they were half of your darling Ross.

Immediately booking an appointment with the midwife as soon as you could, you both just as quickly jumped into planning mode. Ordering books online, thinking of how you could reconfigure your spare bedroom into a nursery, colour palettes for said nursery, making lists of everything that were good and bad for the baby. You and your husband couldn’t think of anything else apart from the baby you had just discovered was in your tummy.

At your appointment; Ross held your hand tightly, repeatedly pressing kisses to your knuckles whilst the doctors ran tests and confirmed that you were further along than you both expected and that you’d be actually entering your second trimester in just under two weeks. Your eyes found your husbands instantly when they told you this information, his eyes already on yours and a knowing smirk making its way on to both of your faces when you realised.

Your little New Year’s baby.

Drunk on love and all the alcohol Matty had provided at his house to ring in the new year with you and his other nearest and dearest, you remember fucking in Matty’s bathroom way before midnight. Not for any particular reason other than you were insatiable around your husband, that and he looked so fucking good in the shirt he was wearing you couldn’t wait until you got home and then he fucked you into the early hours of the New Year once you got home and again when you woke up, reminding you just how much he loved you.

You weren’t exactly trying for a baby but you weren’t exactly safe all the time. But you had known Ross half of your life at this point and you had been with him for six. You trusted him with your life. If you were going to start a family with anyone on the planet, you wouldn’t want it to be with anyone else but the man who was holding your hand and holding back tears as he listened to the doctor. Now the reality of it had settled into your home, you discussed how you were going to tell the rest of the boys. Settling on the dinner party the Hann’s had organised for next week to celebrate Matty’s upcoming birthday as the base for said pregnancy reveal. You just had to figure out how you were going to do it now.

When the day finally arrived to see your friends; you couldn’t contain the cocktail of emotions that ran through you the entire day as you milled about the house, the excitement that you get to share the news with your best friends. The anxiety in the car on the way over to Adam and Carly’s; Ross’ hand laying across your thigh as you drove, how would the others react? Would they be happy for you? The nerves as Ross squeezed your hand reassuringly as you both waited to be greeted by the Hann’s; would the band hate you because you would now be his number one priority?

If you asked Ross, you had always been his first priority but the nerves evaporated the moment the door swung open and you were greeted by Adam and Carly who were beaming at the sight of you.

Stepping into their home; you exchanged greetings and allowed the guitarist to pull you into a sweet hug and press a kiss to your cheek before pulling back to look at your properly. He studied you for a moment but didn’t do much but flit his eyes towards Ross who had just finished saying hello and hugging his own wife before turning back to you and smiling.

“It’s lovely to see you darling. You’re glowing!”

You felt a soft blush creep across your cheeks at the compliment before allowing your husband to pull you into the living room where the troublesome twosome were giggling over something on George’s phone when they spotted you. Both of them whipping their heads up at the sight of you both, Matty immediately beamed at you before he jumped over George’s feet to get to you.

“Pretty girl! It’s been so long! How are you darling?! That husband of yours treating you right?” He smirked; pulling you into his arms.

“Yeah! He does alright!” You chuckled; returning his affection before the six of you made your way into the dining room ready for whatever amazing food the Hann’s had cooked up for you.

Your husband pulled your chair out for you just like he always did; he is and always had been the perfect gentleman, kissing his cheek in appreciation you tucked yourself in as he took his place next to you. George next to you on the end, Matty opposite you, leaving the Hann’s in between the lead singer and the bassist when they returned from the kitchen.

Politely declining the wine Matty was offering; which didn’t go unnoticed quietly by the singer. You were always his partner in crime when it came to devouring a bottle(s) of wine when you were together. Claiming that you were driving and you could feel a migraine on the horizon, Matty nodded sympathetically knowing more than anyone that he hated having to socialise when he had an headache and luckily he let it go.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you had been holding, rubbing your sweaty palm against the fabric of your dress, your heart beat calming as soon as Ross’ hand slipped into your own and bringing it to rest in his lap just as Adam and Carly started bringing out dinner plates. Thanking Adam as he placed yours in front of you; a happy sigh left you as the aroma filled your nose, immediately grinning up at the guitarist when you clocked he had made one of your favourite things. Truffle risotto.

As you all prepared to tuck into your food; a round of cheers echoed around the dining room as you wished Matty a happy birthday before digging in to your dinner. A moan of satisfaction arising from next to you; George groaning as he waved his spoon about for dramatic effect.

“Fuck! You might have even out cooked Honey and she’s basically Gordon fucking Ramsey!” George exclaimed; before turning to you. “This is good shit! Sorry Honey!”

You just shrugged. “Meh I’ll let you off Daniels but only cause this is fucking divine! This music thing ever goes tits up for you, you’ll come be my personal chef right Ads?!” Sending everyone into a fit of giggles as Adam blushed at your compliment.

As the night moved on to desserts and more wine (not for yourself of course) and a birthday cake for Matty. You couldn’t help the bright smile on your face as a blush of embarrassment flushed across Matty’s cheeks as you all sang Happy Birthday to him horrendously badly. The way he hid beneath his hands as you cheered loudly sent a rush of endorphins through you.

Then Adam and Carly stood up.

Your eyebrows furrowed; wondering they were stood there in what seemed to be a nervous manner. Their behaviour so unlike the usual calm and peaceful energy that they bring to the group.

“Ehhh…” Adam coughed. “We’ve got something to tell you all.”

There was a beat before Carly spoke.

“We’re having a baby!”

You head snapped towards your husband. Ross doing the same and finding your eyes immediately. Eyes swimming with emotion; yours threatening to spill as your heart rate picked up as you sat speechless, as the noise of Matty and George congratulating the couple surrounded you. Standing quickly; you manoeuvred yourself past your husband to hug your friends tightly. Whispering your congratulations to Carly before turning to grab Hann and pull him into the biggest embrace you could muster before rushing to Ross’ side again.

Your best friends were having a baby.

Your little bubba was going to get their own best friend.

Turning to your husband. You both knew.

The time was now.

“Right. Present time!” You announced.

“We said no presents pretty girl!” Matty groaned.

Rolling your eyes, you reached down the side of your chair to grab the gift bag, handing it over the table to you best friend. Hoping what was inside would override his annoyance of you ‘ignoring his stupid no gift rule’ knowing full well that it would especially knowing you were going to ask him a special question once the baby was born. Also when have you ever listened to Matty in your life!

“Open the card first!” You told him; almost giddy with nerves.

Ross intertwined his fingers with your own whilst Matty rolled his eyes, muttering something along the lines of “Yeah, alright bossy boots!” As he tore open the envelope. Your heart race increasing ten fold, you bit your lip knowing that in two seconds your friends were about to know your little secret.

“Read it out loud mate. Spent ages writing the perfect message for ya!” Ross chirped up, a smirk etched across his handsome face.

“Okay?” Matty quipped, pulling a face at his mate before opening the card.

“Happy Birthday Uncle Matty…” Matty’s head whipped up; his eyes meeting your own, which were already brimming with tears. Nodding in confirmation. Matty’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he choked on his own words. “I can’t wait to meet you. Lots of love. Baby MacDonald.”

Little noises of shock erupted around the dinner table; the biggest gasp coming from Carly who had matching tears streaming down her face when your eyes found hers. Immediately being pulled from your silent telepathic connection with her; you found yourself in George’s long arms, a kiss pressed firmly to the crown of your head, passing on his congratulations before you were yanked out of his grip and coming face to face Matthew.

Your curly haired best friend looked at you softly, his big brown eyes brimmed with tears as he took you by the shoulders. “You’re having a baby?” He whispered.

“I am.”

“You’re having a baby with Ross?!” Matty choked out a laugh.

“I am.” You giggled; taking his hands in your own.

“I’m going to be an Uncle?”

“You’re going to be the best Uncle!” You beamed.

Matty threw his arms around your neck, the sob that was brewing in his chest now out in full force as he cried into your neck as he profusely congratulated you amongst all the ‘thank yous’ for the best birthday gift he’s ever gotten before he spun in the direction of the Hann’s who were wrapped up in each other watching your interaction unfold as George hugged your husband.

Matty stepped towards Ross before and hugging him profusely before turning to Adam and Carly. Making your way back towards your husband and stepping under Ross’ arm, you watched as Matty cried in Adam’s arms. You felt an overwhelming sense of warmth as you listened to George and Ross talk about the baby... sorry babies and how excited he was that your little family were getting to new members. How excited he was to get a new bestie when Matty called out the need for celebration and called for the boys to have a drink.

Adam hugged you on his way to the kitchen. Soft whispers of “Congratulations. You’re kid is going to be the luckiest with you two as parents. You’re going to be the best mam darling!” He kissed your cheek sweetly before being dragged away by Matty to do whatever the hell he was planning. Calls of “Wetting the babies’ heads!” as he bounced around the kitchen.

Making your way over to Carly; you wrapped her up in your arms, the two of you just holding each other for a tender moment before falling into quiet conversation. Smiles that never left either of your faces. You were both going to have babies with your sweet, talented husbands and any sense of doubt or fear you had seemed to shrink away. Your worrying mind settling knowing that you had Carly by your side as you watched the four boys cheers in the kitchen.

Your heart thumping in your chest as you watched Adam and Ross hug each other tightly, speaking closely with one another before they both cast their eyes in your direction, their eyes lighting up and their smiles bright at the sight of their girls. Yeah. You were going to be just fine.

#ross macdonald fic #ross macdonald imagine #ross macdonald fanfiction #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald #the 1975 #the 1975 imagine #the 1975 fic #matty healy imagine #george daniel #george daniel imagine #adam hann #adam hann imagine

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𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 | 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝟏)

Synopsis: You are a French girl that had the opportunity to teach in Manchester, and you had been lucky enough to be granted a bed at the Bennett’s place. As Europe is on the brink of war, you start to worry for your family back at home, and you are surprisingly consoled by the one man of the house you would never have thought capable of landing you an ear. It’s not that you like Tom, is it? Masterlist

Tags: fluff, angst, little slow burn, next part will include more tags (wink)

It was late, and you were in the Bennett’s living room, unable to sleep and because you didn’t want to bother Lois who was already sound asleep upstairs with your light, you had chosen to read on the couch, literature distracting you.

It has been three wonderful months in Manchester. The place was lovely, the people welcoming, the school you had begun to teach at everything you hoped for, and the Bennetts were absolutely adorable with you. Douglas was sweet, and had many stories to tell, Lois was kind and funny, and you two had got along pretty quickly. Even Tom, when he was around, was making efforts to be as delightful and troublesome as usual.

You had found the place by your connections, your brother playing in a band with a trumpeter named Eddie, whose wife happened to be Lois’s best friend. And now you were sharing the bedroom upstairs with her, having taken Tom’s bed as he now slept on the couch. He had not complained once about it.

The first time you met him, he had entered the house mere minutes after you had arrived, having just finished introducing yourself to his father and sister. You heard him before seeing him. “So, the reason I have to sleep on the couch from now has arrived, eh?”

His tone was playful, but you still felt guilty nonetheless as you turned around to see the infamous Tom, slightly blushing when you saw the tall blond-haired man in front of you, his blue eyes widening faintly as he met yours.

“Tom, be nice,” Lois had said. “This is Y/N.”

You had greeted him shyly, not sure how to act with him as you jokingly apologised for the loss of his bed, but his grin had just grown wider and he had chuckled.

“Christ, are they all this pretty in France? I should pay them a visit, I would be a very happy lad there.”

Douglas had sighed while Lois rolled her eyes, and you had not known how to react back then watching him laugh again before going upstairs with a wink to his sister, satisfied with the way your cheeks had turned pink.

But now that you had been his flirtatious self for over three months, you had grown used to his witty remarks and knew better than to take them seriously. You got along pretty well in fact. One day you had stumbled upon him in the kitchen as he played with a deck of cards, and had offered to teach you how to play. You had never seen someone as skilled with his hands as he was, and you wondered now if this particular talent had anything to do with the two weeks he had spent in prison lately. Regardless, you had spent a wonderful afternoon with him that day.

It was a stark contrast with your current situation, reading late and laying on the couch with the oil lamp as sole light, finding the activity the only efficient distraction from the thoughts that prevented you from sleeping at night. You were quite the anxious person, and since the news that Poland had surrendered and that Europe was on the brink of war, you had grown concerned for your family back in France. The word out was that Western Europe would be next and your family was living too close to the German border for you not to be concerned. The fact that you had not received any letters from any members of your family in a whole week did nothing to appease that worry. So instead of sleep, reading it was, and you were so focused on your book that you did not hear the front door open softly and you jumped when you saw a figure standing in the threshold of the living room.

“Mon Dieu… You scared me!” you gently scolded as you brought your hand to your chest, steadying your heartbeat.

“Sorry love, didn’t mean to,” came the quick response of Tom, fully dressed with his overcoat, his cheeks slightly pink from the cold he had just escaped from.

“Where do you come from this late?” you inquired, shivering as you felt the draught reach you as he took his coat off.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Are you still scrapping for metal, Tom? Can I finally have that tin man you’re building?” you teased as you echoed Lois, watching him as he made his way to the chair across from you, lazily dropping in it and lighting a cigarette between his lips.

“Lois talks too much,” he answered, smoke coming out of his mouth as he spoke. “And you won’t find me doing that again. Don’t plan on going back in a cell this soon.”

He winked at you, but the only thing now on your mind was what Douglas had announced to you this morning. “I heard… Conscientious objector, uh? Your father must be proud, you already have the genes for pacifism.”

“I doubt that. I’m not really into what he believes in so…” his voice was low, contemplative. “Sooner or later, I’ll still be a disappointment. No surprises there.”

“Don’t say that, I know he is proud of you. At least he is glad you’re not on the mend any more. Or in the army.”

“Yeah…I’m a real hero.”

You frowned, saddened by his words but you found nothing to say as he reached for the ashtray next to him. You hoped that one day the man before you would see his worth.

“So, can’t sleep?” he kept on, putting an end to the topic as you stared at the way the smoke passed his lips. “Why are you in the cold like that?”

“I just… thought I would have some reading done,” you half-lied, raising the book in your hands. “But don’t let me keep you from a good night’s sleep. You look like you need it.”

Tom’s demeanour shifted at that and a grin appeared on his lips, looking you over. “Well, I would, but since you’re sitting where I sleep…”

Your eyes widened as you suddenly remembered that he had taken the couch because of you. And now you robbed him of it as well. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of that, I was just enjoying the living room... I’ll leave you be,” you said with slight embarrassment, closing your book and moving to get up.

“No, stay, you're warming up my bed so nicely already, you're not going to abandon me now, are you?" he teased, a sly smile on his lips as his face lit up. "There is enough space for both of us on this couch if we keep close."

The stern look you gave him at his inappropriate proposition amused him for a moment, but soon his anxious and serious expression returned, "No, honest, despite what you think I look like, I'm not tired. So stay. Please."

You hesitated, sensing that like you, he might use the company, but you still did not want to be a bother. He talked again before you could come to a decision.

“I know you read when you’re anxious, so tell me what’s bothering you. Why you can’t sleep.”

You were surprised for a second by the fact that he knew this about your personality, feeling something in your heart tingle as his blue eyes examined yours, waiting for your answer. "It’s nothing, it’s just, passing insomnia.”

He took another puff of smoke, not believing you for a second, “Worrying about your folks, are you?” he said as you lowered your gaze at your hands and nodded. You didn’t know Tom could be this perceptive, or that his eyes could have that softness you've never noticed before. “They’ll be fine. These Nazis won’t be able to do much if we have a say in it,” he stated, looking at how your pretty eyes had suddenly turned morose.

He didn’t want that. “What if they do anyway? Look at Poland, we weren’t prepared and now here we are. They don’t look like they are gonna stop there. Finland is-”

“You listen to the wireless too much. It’s always bad news nowadays, no point in listening to it if it makes you sad.”

You gave him a sorry smile, internally touched at his simplistic way of seeing things. “Stop listening to the news won’t make Germany stop invading its neighbouring countries Tom,” you replied softly, trying to ignore the way your heart ached at the thought. “What has happened is already so horrifying, I can’t even begin to imagine what it would look like if they really go all the way through with it.”

You felt tears come at the rim of your eyes against your will as you let the words you dreaded to say come out loud. Your lack of sleep was making you prone to strong emotions, and you had kept them hidden for a little too long. “It’s just… so scary. What if I can’t go back, or something happens while I’m here? They feel so far away! What if I end up never seeing them again? What if I have made a mistake coming here?” you went on, voice cracking and barely holding your tears.

Tom had straightened up on his chair. “Of course you’ll see them again,” he firmly said, but when he saw your teary eyes his voice turned soft, and he stood up at once. “Hey it’s alright. You’re alright love. C’me here.”

You watched him come over and sit beside you before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you gently against him. You blinked at his sudden display of affection but did nothing against it, leaning into him as he pulled you closer, allowing you to rest your head against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, and you clung to the sound.

“Nothing will happen to them,” he whispered. “If they are half as smart as you are, nothing will get them. Trust me.”

His breath was tickling the side of your face as he talked. You giggled softly, now finding pathetic the way you had reacted due to your lack of sleep. “Thank you, Tom. You’re sweet when you want to,” you whispered, feeling your eyelids slowly flutter from the fatigue.

“I’m always sweet. You’re just not around often enough to witness it.”

“Then I am clearly missing out...”

Then it went dark, and you fell asleep in Tom’s arms. “Not as much as I am, Y/N.”

Tom watched you as your breathing became even, hand itching to prevent a strand of your hair from falling over your pretty face. Had it been anyone else, he would have woken you up and made you go to bed to be more comfortable, but as the minutes passed, he gradually abandoned the idea of moving even an inch as you felt amazingly warm over him. He gently took your book away from your lap before putting the cover over your form and leaned back against the couch, finding a comfortable position of his own.

Your peaceful expression suited you, he thought.

Sunlight filtered through the windows directly into your eyes, and you blinked yourself awake, the smell of smoke and sandalwood tickling your nose. It was nice, but as you realised from where, or from who it came from. Your face was resting against Tom, his chest rising up and down softly as he breathed and you straightened at once, the motion making him shift and blink in turn beneath you. You stayed still while you forced your memories from the previous night to come back. Tom lazily stretched his arm over him before dozing into sleep again. Oh no no no.

“Réveille-toi espèce de-” you scolded, hitting him on the shoulder to urge him awake. “Why didn’t you wake me up! We would both have been better off in our own beds!”

“Hey, easy!” he protested with a giggle, now fully awake and trying to take a hold of your wrists to stop you from punching him. “You’re the one that fell asleep on me, in my bed, and I’m not the one complaining here, love!”

His amused expression annoyed you more than it should have and you cursed in frustration, realising that you had to get ready for work very soon. You were glad that neither Douglas or Lois had woken up early to see you like that.

“If I’m late for school, it’s on you,” you warned, getting rid of the covers he had apparently put over you during the night and pointing an accusing finger at him, standing up to walk upstairs.

“What, I don’t even get a cup of tea as a reward for being your pillow? I clearly deserve it,” he taunted, taking his jumper off and looking at you expectantly.

You sighed, “Fine. But stop guilt trapping me. You still should have woken me up, I’m sure your muscles are killing you right now. No, I hope they are."

“My muscles are fine, thank you. And I would never have dared to wake you up, you seemed so relaxed in my arms, I didn’t want to ruin it for you.”

His grin was enticing but you escaped it by fleeing into the kitchen and processing to make you and him some tea, taking care in adding milk, a thing you had learned British people liked, and you brought one of the hot cups back to him. He was now comfortably laying under the covers, ready to fall asleep again, but he straightened up to take the beverage from your hands, satisfied with the way your nose flared in frustration. But even though you seemed vexed, it did not reflect your thoughts in the least

“Thank you. For listening to me last night.”

Your words made him arch his brow in surprise but his sweet smile quickly came back as he sipped his drink happily. “Anything, Y/N.”

You gave him a half a grateful smile in response before turning on your heels, heading upstairs to ready yourself for the day. Tom smiled at the way the covers were now infused with your scent, and he was glad to fall back to sleep in it.

It was your turn to buy groceries, and you had taken your time in the market today, strolling through products before heading back to the Bennett’s.

Nearing the back door, you were put face to face with a furious looking Tom, storming out of the kitchen and almost bumping into you as you set down your bike against the wall of the small alley. He barely apologised and disappeared into the street. You stayed stunned by the encounter for a moment before cautiously making your entrance in the house where Douglas was sitting at the table, a dismayed expression on his face while Lois was ironing.

“What was that?” you asked, looking between the two. They looked at each other before Douglas spoke.

“Tom enrolled in the Navy.”

You dropped your bags of groceries on the floor. “The Navy? But… what about civil work?” you asked, stupefied.

“Yeah… He is not doing that any more. He changed his mind.”

You glanced at Lois who gave you a sorry look. No wonder Tom looked so upset and Douglas so sullen. “I’ll… find him.”

It had not been very difficult to find Tom. You had strolled around the neighbourhood before deciding to head to the local pub, almost certain that you would find him there. And it did not fail.

As you entered, immediately noticing his back turned to you, elbows on the counter at the front. You made your way to him across the crowd and settled yourself beside him, looking at his now almost empty glass of beer.

“Can I please have the same thing but smaller?” you called out to the barman, making Tom acknowledge your presence for the first time.

He examined you briefly before reporting his gaze on his glass. “Did Lois send you?”

You shook your head. “No, I came on my own. You should not be alone.”

He nodded, taking his glass of beer and emptying it in one gulp.

“So… the Navy, uh?” you tried.

He licked his lips and proceeded to play with the edge of his now empty glass, jaw clenching a bit. “What, are you gonna tell me I made the wrong choice too? Didn’t know you were this much into pacifism. With your folks and all.”

“No, it’s not like that Tom, it’s just a little difficult for your father at the moment. I don’t want you to leave, but it does not mean that I don’t understand your choices.”

His eyes shot up at you as you were handed your drink, not noticing how Tom didn’t draw his gaze away from you as you ingested the cold liquid, warming your throat in the process. When you put down your glass, Tom was still looking at you, a triumphant grin on his face.

“My my, are you saying that you’ll miss me or do my ears deceive me tonight?”

You blushed, opening your mouth to try to think of a witty response. You found none. “Just… Be serious for a minute and listen to what I have to say,” you managed, and he groaned in frustration, ordering another drink as you continued. “Your father loves you, that is why he is so upset. He just… doesn’t want his boy to go away. He lived it himself, he knows how it is, he is scared for you.”

He only made an annoyed sound as he took a sip of beer again, a defiant expression on his face. You try not to question why your eyes had been briefly drawn to his Adam's apple as he drank.

“If you leave things as they are with your father, you’ll regret it. I know you will,” you kept on, willing to not let his pride take the better of him. “When do you leave?”

“In a week,” he replied. “First to Liverpool for training and then off to wherever they send me.”

You bit your lips. You had not known Tom for very long, but you knew that it was unfair that he had to go. You were terrified that war would take away all that liveliness and light he carried around. You liked that about him, even though you didn’t show it.

“At least you’ll get to travel,” you shrugged jokingly, but your heart was not in it. Tom however, seemed to find his humour back.

“That’s true. Maybe to France, who knows? Always dreamed to see if they are all like you there, or if you're some miraculous exception. I hope they are not as serious as you, though, I would be very disappointed.”

You let out a fake scandalised sound. “Me, serio-! That’s not very nice of you to say, Mr. Bennett! I have my moments.”

“What, is the demoiselle jealous?” he smiled, leaning closer, and you could smell the same scent you had woken to several mornings ago in the living room, but this time mixed with the smell of beer.

“No, you’re just being rude,” you replied, forgetting to move away from his ever-closing face. “And your charming smile won’t be able to get you out of my wrath if you keep depreciating me like that.”

He arched a brow, and you knew you had made a mistake. “Charming smile? Well, that’s a first. But do go on, what else do you find charming about me?”

You scoffed, unable to stop the blush from creeping onto your cheeks and chose to hide behind your drink as you took a long sip.

“C’mon, I’ll even let you say it in French, if that’s easier for you,” he pleaded, eyes glittering in mischief as he leaned closer to your ear. “I like when you speak French.”

“Tu peux toujours courir, mon beau,” you said, shaking your head with a smile. You can forget about it, handsome.

“Mhh… What does that mean?”

“It means that you, sir, have drank too fast, and that you should stop there,” you replied, ignoring the way he was now looking at your lips as they moved. “I won’t say anything, but please remember what I said. Don’t avoid your father, don’t make that mistake. Oh, and don’t come home too late," you said, dropping a few pounds on the counter.

“You’re leaving me already? It was just starting to get interesting.”

You could not repress a smile as you internally agreed. “I’m hungry, and I am cooking tonight. Maybe if you behave, I will leave some for you.”

And you turned your heels, letting him there with a lost expression as you made your way to the door, satisfied and your body a little bit too warm. Mere metres from the exit, however, you collided with someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry sir, I wasn’t paying attention,” you apologised, even though it was him that had not been paying any attention to his surroundings as he was talking to his group of friends.

The man turned with an annoyed expression on his face at first, but it quickly disappeared to be replaced by a cheeky smile at your sight, “No to worry miss, no harm done,” he reassured you, touching your arm in a playful manner. “Where are you from? Don’t recognise your accent.”

“Oh, I’m from France. I… didn’t know it was that obvious,” you confess, uneasy at his sudden interest and secretly wishing that you were already on your way home.

“Nah, I just have an ear for it. Staying long?”

“I work here actually. School.”

“Wonderful, it means that we will cross paths again, won’t we? I believe in fate you see, not a coincidence we met like this hon’,” he said, leaning in closer and making you take a few steps back.

You knew it had been no coincidence when his arm collided with yours harshly a minute ago, just plain inattention on his part. Your desire to escape him grew wider by the minute. “Uh, I guess we’ll see about that,” you said, trying to give him a genuine smile. “Now I’m sorry but I must go. Maybe next time!”

The tall man nodded, and you now noticed how gruff he looked. “Alrigh’, to next time then, dove.”

You shyly smiled at him before hastily opening the door and exit the pub, the cold attacking your already shivering skin.

“I work here actually. School.”

“Wonderful, it means that we will cross paths again, won’t we? I believe in fate you see, not a coincidence we met like this hon.”

Tom’s gaze had not left you for a second as he watched you leave, seeing you struggle to reach the entrance of the pub across the crowded place, and he did not miss the way you collided with loud guy either.

The man was a regular named Larry, but Tom usually called him ‘the loud guy’ as he never seemed to ever shut up. The fact was, that lad had already challenged Tom's nerves a couple of times, and his legs were now making their way to the two of you on their own. He had only heard the end of your conversation before he could get close and as you left, reassuring him, Tom was about to make his way back to the counter when he heard Larry’s boisterous voice.

“Pretty this one, and a teacher at that. She could teach me whatever she wants any time, eh?” he said to his red-haired friend next to him. “I’ll bet you she touched me on purpose, the naughty thing. She must get laid pretty easily.”

He then proceeded to have the fattest laugh Tom had ever heard, his friend on the other side only giving him an unimpressed glance, and Tom felt his blood boil.

“You want to repeat that, mate?” he defiantly said, staring straight at Larry who froze and turned at his voice.

“Repeat what? Don’t you know it’s rude to listen to other people’s conversations?”

“Well you’re not really whispering there, are ya? You wouldn’t be able to have a private conversation even if you wanted to, with your ugly mouth of yours. Or do you lack the brains to understand that?”

You were right. Maybe he had drank too fast, and maybe although he was as tall as Larry, the fact that he was twice his size did not bode well for him. But he was very crossed right now, and it wasn’t the first time he had got himself into a situation like this one. He could take it.

“Watch it lad, wouldn’t want to damage your pretty face, don’t think your mum would be happy about it, yeah? Now piss off.”

“Big words for someone who talks about women like that. Did your mum forget to teach you some manners?”

Larry’s expression turned dark. “So that’s about the French lass, huh? Frustrated she took interest in a man rather than a boy like you? You wanted a taste, am I right? Well too bad. Let the big men play and piss off.”

Tom didn’t know why this particular sentence had infuriated him that much but it did, and the next moment his fist had landed on Larry’s face, making him reel backward and growl as his nose started to bleed. Rage took him and he punched Tom back in the stomach, making him huff and gasp for air as people started to yell around them, rushing to stop the fight.

“Stop this! Or take it outside!” yelled the barman as someone held Tom back, preventing him from punching loud guy again.

“Gladly,” sneered Tom, but Larry’s friend had another opinion.

“It’s not worth it. C’mon Larry move. I said move,” he insisted, pushing his nose-bleeding mate out of the pub. Tom had tried to follow them, still enraged but the hands retaining him did not let him go until the two men had disappeared into the night.

“You’re alright lad?” asked a man to his right.

“I’m fine,” he growled, shaking the pain from his hand and feeling his torso aflame by the blow he had received.

He didn’t know why he had reacted like that, but as he returned to the counter, he had definitely sobered up.

@enchantingcupcakecollectionfan

Part 2

#tom bennett #wof #world on fire #tom bennet imagine #tom bennett x oc #tom bennett fanfiction #oneshot #ewan mitchell #world on fire 1x02 #wof gif #mygif #angst #short story #fluff #smut #aemond #Tom bennett X reader #gone with regret

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degrassi-fanatic · 9 months

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Asked You To Write It Down For Me

The anguished-kicked-puppy-dog-eyes Jamie was wearing were just becoming too much for Roy to handle. Every time Roy chanced a look at Jamie’s phone, he would see him staring longingly at a photograph of Georgie and Simon. Then, he would open his text threads to type, erase, and retype texts to Georgie only to shut off his screen at the last minute.

The cherry on top of this fuckin’ horrible sundae was when Roy found Jamie crying by himself in the living room the other day. Jamie never revealed the reason for the breakdown but, it doesn’t take a genius to see that he was feeling insanely guilty over missing Mother’s Day this year because of some brand deal shoot he couldn’t get out of.

Roy had decided that enough was enough and rang up Georgie himself to tell her that he and Jamie were coming to Manchester for the weekend to have a belated Mother’s Day.

The belated Mother’s Day, however, is still in the works as Jamie and Simon are currently running around shops to try and find the ingredients for some stellar meal they’re going to cook up for Georgie.

With those two out, Roy is left in charge of entertaining her and he starts the evening off strong by pouring her a hefty glass of the fancy wine Roy helped Jamie pick out for her.

“It’s always nice to have you and Jamie around.” Georgie says as she leans against the arm of the couch, her feet on the cushions, “It’s especially nice when you two bring posh wine.”

Roy snorts as he hands her the wine before making his way to sit down on the other end of the couch, facing her, with his own glass filled to the brim.

“Well, Jamie has been missing you a lot, recently,” he says, leaving out the details to keep her from worrying, “He doesn’t like that he couldn’t make it for Mother’s Day.”

“I told that lad already that he shouldn’t worry.” she says exasperated, “It don’t matter to me when he comes down as long as he knows he’s always welcome.”

“Yeah, well, you know, Jamie.”

Georgie hums thoughtfully before taking a swig of the wine.

“This is good shit, my God,” she mumbles to herself before addressing Roy, “What about you? What did you get up to on Mother’s Day?”

Roy freezes.

Usually, when people ask about his parents, he gives them the bare details or tells them to piss off, and seeing as he’s speaking to Jamie’s mother, he can’t exactly do either of those options. He doesn’t want Georgie to think that Roy’s some arsehole that’s going to be a bad influence on Jamie.

Instead, he bides his time by swishing the wine around in his glass, being careful not to spill it.

“My mum and I— We aren’t like you and Jamie.” Roy explains after a moment, “She and my dad, uh, they’re not really big parts of mine or Ruth’s life. I mean, they did fuck all when Ruth’s piece of shit husband left her and they didn’t even find the time to visit when Phoebe was born, and— I don’t know, they’re not bad people but, they’re not emotionally available.”

“Only person in my life that was, was my Grandad.” he says, smiling into the rim of his glass as he takes a sip in between words, “Then, he died while I was in Sunderland.”

“Jamie told me you went to Sunderland when you were only nine years old, right?” she asks.

He wants to ask if Jamie mentioned this when he was still a fanboy and it was some fun fuckin’ fact about him in a magazine or if he mentioned it to her when they started seeing each other.

He holds off on it though. He’s not sure why.

“Yeah,” he answers, “Sometimes, I look at Phoebe and I think about sending her off to fuckin’ Manchester for just the day and I have a heart attack. I don’t know how my parents could do that.”

I don’t know how my parents could do that to me.

Georgie must be a fuckin’ mind-reader or some shit or maybe she could understand what he was implying because she reaches over to his side of the couch and places a comforting hand on his knee.

Much too quickly for his liking, she pulls off and recedes back to her side.

“I remember the day that I sent Jamie off for the U-18,” she says as she reaches behind her and grabs a photo of Jamie from that time, the one where he’s grinning so hard at his mum behind the camera, “It broke me heart to do that. The only thing that kept me from flagging that bus down was knowing that he was safer than he was ever going to be here.”

Georgie places the photo back in its place delicately.

Roy doesn’t comment on how she’s wiping away tears from her eyes.

It might be that moment of vulnerability that Georgie’s letting him witness or it might just be the wine he’s been going to town on that’s got him pissed enough to say this but, the next thing he knows, his mouth is opening and—

“It’s, uh, it’s nice being able to talk about these things,” he stammers, looking away when Georgie sends him a warm smile, “I’ve never really had that with a parent before. Not that I think of you as my mum or something because—”

Wordlessly, she cuts him off by plucking his wine glass and setting aside, along with her own. Then, she tugs Roy in by the wrist until he’s close enough for her to haul him into her arms.

For a minute, he stays absolutely fuckin’ still, like maybe this is an illusion he can shatter by moving too much. Then, he decides fuck it, and fully leans in, reminiscent of the way he first saw Jamie and Georgie interact.

“It’s okay, Roy,” she whispers as she tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, “I can have two sexy little babies.”

#roy kent #jamie tartt #georgie ted lasso #ted lasso #royjamie #~fic~

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mrsparrasblog · 28 days

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Highscool AU CoD Pt1

1 September 1990

Pt2

SIMON'S POV

"Your son will never be anything proper if he keeps going to that snob school," my father screamed at my mother as usual. It wasn’t like I wanted to go to that damn boarding school anyway; I didn't want to leave Tommy alone with my dad.

"He's got a full ride scholarship. Do you know how much money we're saving?" No costs for food for me, no hockey equipment, nothing; it was all paid for just so I could play hockey at this damn school.

"He's still with all these trust fund brats. These kids grow up with a silver spoon in their lives, he gets messed up and thinks he can study and do other crap."

"Jim, fuck off. Your son is going to be a hockey player, for fuck's sake."

I left the kitchen, walking back to my room, packing the last things I needed before taking the train to Exeter. The uniform mom bought me was two sizes too big. She said I would fit into it soon, but it wouldn't help my case that no one in this school wanted to talk to the scholarship boy. I just wanted to go to a normal school in Manchester, hang out with my mates, watch football with them, and not do hockey. I didn't want to become a professional ice hockey player, but I also didn’t want to disappoint mom, so hockey it is.

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The train would leave in 10 minutes. My family and I already stood at the rail.

"I'm going to write you, Tommy, and I'll come back most weekends." Tommy clung to my legs, desperate for me not to leave again like last time. I knew dad would probably beat Tommy up again for being so emotional.

"Dad."

"Son."

We only nodded at each other, and then mom hugged me tight, not wanting to let go of me. I walked inside the train, searching for an empty compartment. Hopefully, there was no one from my school on this train. I needed this time to prepare myself for the hell I would endure for the next year.

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I arrived at Exeter. The bus took me to my home for the next year: Northbridge Academy.

Around the gate stood all sorts of cars. Most students got driven here instead of taking the train like I did. Their cars would make dad fuss again about how posh this place is. Ferraris, Porsches, and Bugattis were the cars of the poorer students. They would probably laugh about Dad's Honda Civic.

My stomach growled. I knew it wouldn’t get food until the evening today in the mess hall. It was like a sort of ritual welcoming the first years, introducing them, mostly telling what their parents did for a living and which sport they would do in this school. I remembered last year when I was introduced: "Simon Riley. Mom's a nurse, and Dad's unemployed. He will join the ice hockey team."

At that point, I knew I would get bullied after hearing all the things about the other students in my year. There was one scholarship boy too, Johnny. I thought we would be friends, but because of him being the goalie of our football team, everyone loved him despite his parents only being farmers. Of course, he befriended Kyle, the most popular guy around. He was filthy rich and posh. The girls all fancied him. He played as a striker, and rumors said that he would, after graduating his A levels, play for Arsenal.

"Sod off, Riley. Go back to where you belong, mud," Tiffany said as she spat on me. Tiffany was the most popular girl, but rather than Kyle, she wasn’t nice. She was mean and hated my guts, always telling me their family worked hard to achieve this place at Northbridge Academy, while I got it gifted. So she made me deserve it in other ways by bullying me with her little girls squad. But who cared?

A giant approached me, giving me a handkerchief and speaking in the most broken English I've ever heard. "Are you okay, little one?"

"Yes, it's okay, mate." He only nodded and went away.

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I sat back in my class and listened to Ms. Lawson, our class teacher, telling us all about this year's classes.

"Let me introduce you to a new girl in the class. Come on, Ms. König," she smiled at a girl who shyly walked in front of the whole class with a batch of red velvet cookies in her hand.

She is incredibly beautiful, but she is a trust fund baby like everyone else. I could already see it; she wore a Chanel bow wrapped inside her blonde curly hair. She was taller than me by several inches; she was at least 5'3" while I only reached 4'11". But I'll be tall like my Dad someday, hopefully. She was a bit different than the other rich girls, though.

She wasn’t as skinny as them; she was a bit chubby. I never saw the problem in being chubby, but my classmates always made fun of chubby girls. Poor girl won't survive a second in this hell. The teacher told us that her Dad was the founder and CEO of Kortac. I didn’t know what this was, but judging by the way my classmates gasped, she must be filthy rich.

"Hello, I'm Elisabeth. Um, I moved to Cardiff with my brother and my mom. I was born in Vienna, Austria. I do ballet, gymnastics, and I like to bake," she smiled.

"Well, we see that she likes baking," Tiffany whispered to Laurie, both of the girls giggling.

"You should probably be nice to her, Tiff. Mom told me about Kortac," Jilian said, and Tiffany nodded. I didn’t know what Kortac was, but it sounded like something not good.

Elisabeth walked towards the back of the class, sitting at the table next to me. What just happened? She smiled at me, reaching out with her hands towards me. It took two minutes till I grabbed it and shook it. "I'm Simon."

"I'm Elisabeth. Do you want a cookie?" She smiled and almost stuffed the red velvet cookie in my mouth. It was delicious, like an explosion in my mouth. This was so nice from her; she probably didn’t know that it would be her social ruin being friends with me. Slow fantasies about having a friend in this school crept up inside my head. It was unrealistic, but a nice thought; even if she was a girl, better than nothing, right? She was nice, and her cookies were good.

"Thank you for the cookies."

"I'll always feed everyone."

"You should never feed a stray dog," I joked. If she only knew her cookie was the first thing I ate in two days.

"Hm, but I like collecting stray dogs," she laughed. A friend. I had a friend. I couldn’t mess this up.

The girls' squad approached us; they probably would humiliate me, and then she starts to laugh at me.

"König? You should probably reconsider your taste in friends; this mutt here is on a scholarship basis here." God, how I hated Tiffany.

"Oh, I think I'll have great taste in friends. I mean, I'm not friends with you," Elisabeth smiled. She looked so sweet, and now she was protecting me in front of Tiffany. My new friend was a feisty one.

"He is poor, don’t you understand?" Tiffany scoffed, disgusted.

"What do your parents do, Tiffany?" and for a second, I was afraid she is now influenced by the 5'5 tall skinny Louis Vuitton-wearing cunt.

"My father is a plastic surgeon, and my mother is a lawyer," Tiffany chimed proudly, only earning a laugh from Elisabeth.

"This explains why you can only afford Louis Vuitton. So, Tiffany, my Dad is richer four times than your family, so I'm more than rich enough for Simon and me together. So please leave before I punch your smug face." Her eyelashes fluttered, and a mischievous grin spread across her face. While Tiffany walked away furious, earning us the glances of Kyle's squad.

"Sorry about that. I'm normally nicer; I just don’t like bullies."

"Don’t apologize; that was bloody brilliant."

"So, Simon, which sport do you do?"

"Ice hockey."

"Wow, I loved ice skating as a kid."

"Why ballet then and not figure skating?" I asked her, curious. She would make a great figure skater; she walks so elegantly and doesn’t slop.

"School provides only partner figure skating, and I'm a bit too heavy for that," I didn’t want to agree with her; I would probably struggle picking her up. But I couldn’t even carry 25 pounds. Coach told me I need to work on my strength this month, before I could react and try to say something nice, something weird happened.

"Awright, I'm John Mactavish, mah loue," John never associated with me, and now he comes to my table to speak with my new friend.

"I'm sorry, John; my English, I don’t understand you," she looks at him with apologetic puppy eyes.

"Ah, sorry, I'm Scottish, but if you’d like some tutoring, I'd be available, Ellie?"

“Don’t listen to MacTavish; he almost failed English last year,” I remarked snarky. Normally, I tried to down my sarcasm at this school, make myself as small as possible, but alone, her laugh was worth making myself noticeable.

"Shut up, mate, you're destroying my chances with Ellie."

"I hate nicknames," she grumbled.

"We'll see about that, Bonnie."

"Elisabeth, not Bonnie."

Sure, here's the corrected version:

"You're funny, hen," he laughed before walking away.

"Is everyone so intense here?"

"Yes."

"You don’t talk much, do you?"

"Not really."

"So, I think we will have a great friendship," she smiled at me, and maybe this year won't be hell after all.

"How come you can call me 'Si' but don’t allow nicknames?"

"Because I'm pretty and funny, Si," she pointed her tongue at me playfully.

"Pretty, yes, funny, no, Lizzie," she blushed as I called her pretty; the pink on her cheeks looked cute. Wait, what am I thinking?

"Really, Lizzie?"

"Yes, Lizzie."

After the feast and for the first time in this school not sitting alone eating, I went to the male dorms. Last year, I shared my dorm with a bunch of older guys from the team; this year, I got new dorm partners. I walked into dorm 13B and read the paper on top of it.

Garrick - Perfect. Kyle the jock was in the room.

MacTavish - Even worse than Kyle.

Riley

Volkov

König- Wait, isn’t that Lizzy's last name? But she is a girl, right? She looked like a girl, at least.

Price - He once punched a bully in the face, so he was nice, I guess.

I walked inside the room, seeing that everyone was already unpacking their stuff in the bunk.

Kyle's corner was full of his football trophy and posters of Arsenal London; he took the most place in the closet he shared with Johnny. Of course, he was one of the wealthiest kids in this school; his parents owned several newspapers, shops, and his mother was the heiress of British Petroleum.

Johnny's corner was messy, the wall full of little doodles. I never knew he'd like to draw so much; most of his normal clothes were full of paint stains. It kinda made him more sympathetic.

Nik and Price shared a bunk, like I'd thought; their side was full of posters from Nirvana, Guns N' Roses, and Metallica. Nik's father was the CEO of Aeroflot, so the little plane model didn’t surprise me. John's parents were a curse; his father was on the way to becoming the Prime Minister of England, making the press watch every move of him.

I decorated my room with some ice hockey posters and a picture of me and Tommy; I needed to write him a letter, or else he thinks I've forgotten him. The door opened, and the nice giant from earlier walked inside; this must have been Lizzy's brother and my bunkmate now.

"Hallo," he said awkwardly, ducking his head under the frame. He must be over 6ft tall; I wondered how old he is.

"That's König, mates. He isn’t very good with his English, so fuck off if you complain about his accent," Price commanded; he was like his dad, a natural leader.

"Man, how tall are you?" Johnny asked, curious and, of course, he didn’t know any social clues, idiot.

"1.88 meters."

"That's 6'2" Nikolai explained, knowing the metric system because of his Russian heritage.

I just closed my eyes, ignoring the banter of my roommates, finally falling asleep in that uncomfortable bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night by a cry from under me; that's awkward. I never knew how to react in this situation, especially if a 6'2" guy cries.

"Shh, Elli, es ist nur ein Traum. Ich passe auf dich auf. Sie finden dich nicht; du bist sicher, okay?" (It's just a dream; I'll protect you. They won't find you; you're safe.) It wasn’t his cry; it was Lizzy's. That made it only worse; I didn’t know if I could say or do anything, so I only listened to her sobs, like the weak boy I was. Dad was right; I am useless. I have a friend for one day, but when she is upset, I'm hiding in my bed, listening to her cry like a bloody coward.

The next morning, I went to the mess hall, sitting down next to Lizzie. I had a table now; I was finally inside of it.

"Ach du scheiße—what are you eating?"

"Uh, beans with toast and hash browns."

"That's disgusting," she sniffed.

"Did you even try it?"

"No."

"So why do you think it's disgusting?"

"It looks funky, and breakfast should be a hot roll with some homemade jam or maybe a butter pretzel."

"That sounds German."

"Austrian."

"So why are you eating cereal then?"

"They looked funny," she gestured at her fruit loops and smiled at the bright colors, giving me the spoon so I could taste it. It was an unfamiliar gesture, and she kinda behaved differently than the other rich girls; she behaved carelessly.

"Aye, scoot over, Simon," Johnny sat down at our table with his tray full of sausages and eggs, taking Kyle with him. Both sat down next to us; I felt like I was stuck in a parallel universe.

It got even worse when König, Nik, and John joined the table, making our table completely full. I didn’t like the new size of our friend group. Yesterday, I had only Lizzie, and now I'm stuck with five blokes.

"I'm John Price, by the way," he took Lizzie's hand and gave her a handkiss, making her blush and giggle, while König gave him a death glare. "No touching my sister."

"So, König, which football club do you like?" Kyle asked.

"FC Bayern München, you?" the giant answered.

"Arsenal will play for it someday," Kyle said proudly.

"Manchester United."

"Aye, Celtic FC."

"Of course, a Scottish club," I muttered.

"They're great."

"Tottenham Hotspur," John said proudly, and everyone besides Lizzie started to laugh.

"Mate, no, that's embarrassing."

"Shut it, Garrick."

"If I play for Arsenal, I'll beat Tottenham every day."

"You sure will," John rolled his eyes.

"Elli? Do you fancy a club?"

"I don’t like football."

"What the fuck?" everyone shouted at once.

"It's not hard; it's boring. Try gymnastics or ballet; that's a real sport, and not something where you whine because someone crossed you, stealing your ball," Johnny's and Kyle's faces fell down; how dare she insult their precious sport. It was actually funny how she had all her opinions and was never afraid to spit them out.

"You can come and watch my next rugby game; that's a real sport," John winked at her.

"No flirting with my sister, no touching my sister, no dating my sister until 18," König looked at John with his intimidating facial expression, ready to tower over all of us.

"Eighteen is a bit too early. Oh no, I never date at all; I'll grow old with a bunch of kittens," she smiled while fiddling with her bow in her hand.

"That's a loss for me, hen," poor Johnny will probably get beaten up by the end of the year if he doesn’t stop flirting.

"Why is your bow not in your hair, Lizzie?"

"Tiffany made fun of it, and she was right; it's childish."

"Du liebst deine Schleife?" (You love your bow?) Without a word, I stood up and took her bow and placed it on top of her head. This bow was probably more worth than my mom's paycheck, but still. She is my friend, so I need to be there for her like she protected me yesterday.

"Tiffany is a cunt; you want that bow, you wear that bow." The table agreed with my comment and enjoyed their food.

"What's your next subject, Si?"

"Chemistry."

"Me too," she said and grabbed my hand, pulling me with her to the next class.

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abubblingcandle · 9 months

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Personal Beliefs and Headcanons about Jamie Tartt's upbringing

This is a continuation of a discussion with @fanficfanattic that was kinda derailing talk about Phil Dunster's approach to Jamie Tartt's accent but is something that I am super passionate about so did want to put somewhere and foster discussion with other people about it.

Disclaimer - Again I am not someone who grew up in this exact situation that we see Jamie in but it permeates through my life and my family. I can only talk about things like this from personal experience and how much I relate to Jamie being from a working class Northern family and currently being in my mid 20s with parents who were in poverty and one who lived in council housing. Those of you who have read my fanfics know that I put a lot of my specific experiences into talks about Jamie's backstory (I have literally today been writing more of a chapter where Jamie talks about cheap ways that his mum tried to keep him out of trouble during the summer holidays lol) and so I am always happy to talk about hyperspecific headcanons or my experiences if anyone wants to

So yeah, the discussion was about Jamie being a battler partially because of where he was raised not just because of his father

Jamie as a battler is something that is so so important to me. He even says it in S1 “do you think I could have got from a council estate in North Manchester to the Premier League just by doing what everyone else did” and it gets sort of brushed off as a teachable moment with Keeley saying people are just trying to help him and he needs to let them. It doesn’t get talked about much more than as a part of his smugness and selfishness in S1 but it is more than likely that given Jamie’s history there would have been so few if any people in his past that did just want to help him for the sake of helping him. It also ties into his obsession with Ted’s actions being mind games. Because having people genuinely wanting him to succeed just because he’s Jamie ... foreign idea.

I can just see Baby Jamie at a criminally underfunded primary school in North Manchester telling everyone that he was going to be a premier league footballer and getting fond laughs and being told that maybe if he worked hard he might be able to get into a good trade, like an electrician. (For me I wanted to be an journalist and was told that maybe a simple good paying job like an air hostess or a hairdresser would be a much better target, not like that’s stayed with me or anything).

Even if you take James Tartt Sr out of the picture, Jamie would have had to fight for everything and stand up for himself to achieve his goals. It is likely as a young single mum that Georgie would have been out a lot working leaving Jamie to look after himself from a young age and do things like making sure he got to football training (showing that drive and that fact he mentioned, he had to be different to other people to succeed) and little things like making sure he looked after his kit himself so it was ready and lasted as long as possible.

The second part to this is the fact that mindset is so so so hard to lose. My mum worked her arse off and got herself out of that cycle of extreme poverty through smarts and luck and even though we now have enough to live on, there are little things about being raised in an environment where you were an afterthought and didn’t have enough that don’t leave you - either through over compensating the other way (when you have money spending it frivolously because suddenly buying that nice thing you want wouldn't mean that you don't eat) or refusing to spend money on something because you don't need to and it's a waste to spend it (even if the amount of money doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things anymore). I see Jamie mostly in the first category (the designer clothes, fancy cars, sculptures in his house, willing to buy everyone PS5s to get them to like him without batting an eye at the cost) but likely with little money saving things that he just can't shake.

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #character analysis #tw poverty #personal experiences projected onto fictional characters #headcanons #candle writes

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wolferals · 1 year

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MANCHESTER

Matty Healy x fem! reader

Warnings: none, pure fluff❤️

y/n's pov:

My casual 4pm stroll went as always, a big comfortable jacket, a pair of headphones playing some nostalgic songs and the chill autumn breeze messing up my hair.

This time, I walked to the east side. Manchester was pretty in fall. Especially the east, the pretty houses by the coast and the crazy amount of coffee shops.

It smelled like salt with a hint of smoke as I turned into a neighborhood right by the coast.

I liked that smell, it made me remember how much I loved my new home.

A few minutes past strolling around, I noticed a bench, surrounded by trees, right by the river. Immediately I walked up to it and made myself comfortable before I picked a new song to listen to.

I looked around, taking in the scenery, enjoying the view, smelling the autumn air and having the time of m life as chase atlantic was playing in my head.

Then, I noticed a man to my left, sitting by a coffee house on the doorstep. He was wearing a long coat and sunglasses and seemed to be busy with his phone while smoking a cigarette.

First, I wondered why he was sitting there all alone instead of being inside or actually finding a decent spot to sit at.

Then he looked up and noticed me staring.

It took him a few seconds but then he waved.

I was confused to why he waved at me. But then he got up. Putting out his cigarette, he made his way towards me. I got a bit nervous but sat up right and took my headphones off.

„Hey!" He exclaimed and took his sunglasses off.

Matty, i realized and got up.

„Oh my god hey!" I threw myself onto his neck and he hugged me back quickly.

„I can't believe you're here. You alright y/n?"

I let go of him and we both sat down.

„I'm great! I actually moved here about a month ago. I got sick of everything, needed a change. And i loved it here last time."

Matty smiled at me and replied:"Thats great! So how you liking Manchester?"

-„I love it, it's beautiful. Best choice I've ever made. I thought you were on tour tho."

Matty nodded and kept his eyes on me. „We were; we finished last week. It's good to be back."

I looked around us and realized how truly great all of this was. And it felt nice to see Matty again. It's been about 14 months since last time. We'd met through mutual friends and got along perfectly but had quickly realized that we'd be better off as friends. Not only due to the 10 year age gap but also due to his busy lifestyle and the fact that I'd lived across seas.

„You look incredible." He complimented me and I started to smile. „Thank you! I think the city is really good for me. But hey you too! I like the new look."

Pointing at his long black coat he chuckled.

„Thanks! I felt like it was long needed. I'm fucking old now."

We both laughed at that statement.

„Do you want to grab some coffee?" He spoke up, pointing at a building across the street.

„Yeah that'd be nice."

We made our way towards the coffee shop and ordered our usuals. „You still don't like black coffee huh?" He grinned as he watched me poor sugar and milk in my coffee.

„Nope it's still gross." He took a provocative sip of his cup and smiled. „Delicious."

-„You're gross." I laughed and pushed the door open to step back outside.

„So tell me, how have you actually been?" He nudged me into the side and I looked at him briefly.

„Good. I didn't lie before. I've been really good. Uni is still going good. I got to make a switch to this exchange program and my plan is to finish my bachelors or even my masters over here. Everything is good then, except the fact that I don't know a lot of people here yet."

-„That sounds amazing, I'm so happy for you! How come you didn't reach out? You knew I was around."

He sent me this look. The puppy eyes as I'd liked to call it.

„I-uh." I started but eventually finished:"I actually didn't think you would care much to see me again. After that conversation on the roof last year."

I remembered that night vividly.

Matty and I had been slightly drunk, talking about god and the universe when he'd suddenly complained about why I was so young and how come god didn't create me years sooner.

I'd always known that there was tension between Matty and me but I also knew that nothing could happen because he was older and I was young and naiv. Probably would've jumped a cliff for him.

„Yeah I know, so sorry for the shit I said. Probably had too much wine. But I'm so glad I ran into you!"

He smiled his smile. The Matty smile.

So simple yet so sweet and enticing.

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Fake Love Part 6/8

⚠️Warning ⚠️

18+

Reader is a kindergarten teacher. Nothing more nothing less. But following an accident whistle vacation in Dubai she somehow makes her boyfriend believe that she does somthing else for a living, something that earns her way more money than she has. Her boyfriend, Ruben, is just happy to have found someone who understands him so well, someone who doesn't want him for his money since money isn't an issue for neither reader or himself. Or so thinks. Would finding out the truth ruin their newfound relationship? Readers thinks so, and does everything to keep up the lie, although it has some bad people from the middle east looking for her.

Enjoy!

You felt like shit leaving the club and returning to Ruben's apartment. The last thing on your mind was alcohol. You barley drank anything at the club, the thought simply repulsive to you. How could you have been so stupid, using Mr Siddiq's money again? All of it to obtain some silly facade you've made up for yourself.

"You okay?" Ruben asked.

You lingered in his living room, not really saying anything.

"Yeah, I'm just, uh....I'm just tired, I think."

He nodded. "The bathroom is all yours if you want to use it first."

"Thanks. I'll only be a minute."

"Or...." You flinched as Ruben reached out and grabbed a hold of your wrist. "Or we could do it together. A hot shower would be really nice right now, no?"

You were really not in the mood, feeling so disgusted with yourself. "Is it okay if I shower on my own. I'm just really tired from the day."

"Of course." Ruben was quick to let the grip around your wrist go. "Yeah. No. Do whatever feels comfortable Y/N."

"Thank you. I'll only be a minute." You mumbled.

You took a quick shower in attempt to rinse off the shame, however, the shame was still there when you stepped out. "It's all yours." You said, to Ruben who had been waiting patiently for you to get out of his bathroom. However, he did not rise from the side of his bed. "Y/N." He said, his gaze quite distant. "I'm sorry that I....It was stupid of me to bring you to the club." He ran a remorsful hand through his hair. "It's your first time in Manchester and I overwhelmed you with your first football game, that I didn't even ask if you enjoyed. Then I introduce you to all of my friends, although I promised to take you out for dinner...." He shook his head. "I ruined our weekend, didn't I?"

"Ruben." You stepped forward to where he was sitting on the bed, his face buried in his hands. "You haven't ruined anything. This is one of the best weekends of my life and do you wanna know why?

"Why?" He mumbled from below.

"Because almost every minute was spent with you."

Ruben raised his head, eyes grey in the dark and his jaw outlined by the moonlight outside. "Really?"

"Really." You nodded, letting your hand caress the side of his face, his stubble prickly against your finger tips. Ruben grabbed a hold of your waist, pulling you towards him. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging your pelvis and burying his nose in the center of your belly, inhaling your scent. "I like it when you're here." He sighed. "I want you to stay here with me forever."

You smiled. "You know I can't."

"Why not?" His voice was muffled up against the fabric of your hoodie. "There is room for the both of us. My home is your home."

"That's really nice of you to say Ruben, really. But I'm not..." The thoughts of tonight, returned. The thoughts of what you had done.

"Y/N?" Ruben could feel it, how your body tensed at the thought of it. "What's wrong?"

You looked down, notcing the deep dent between his brows. "Nothing I just...it's nothing."

He pulled you back to get a better look at you. "Then why are you crying? Please tell me what's wrong."

"Ruben I'm not..." You hated it, the unwanted tears. You gritted your teeth, pushing through it. "I'm not who you think I am."

"No? And who do you think I think you are?"

You shook your head. It was all so silly. And it was gonna sound even sillier coming out of your mouth as words. "Rich." You snorted. "I'm not rich or good in bed, which I've probably made you believe with our facetime calls. I've practically stripteased you into flying me out to your home in Manchester." You kept on snorting whilst Ruben's expression remind unmoved. "And I'm not like your friends. I don't fit in with them. My Instagram is not colorful and filled with pictures of all the times I've been on a yacht. I'm not the skinniest and my family is definitely not skinny. And I..."

"Are you done?"

Ruben's voice interupting you was like a punsh in the gut.

"Sorry?"

"I said, are you done, talking down on yourself?"

"Um, I guess so."

"Good, because you're perfect."

You sighed. "Ruben, I'm really not."

"To me you are. Otherwise you wouldn't be standing in front of me right now." His jaw clenched when he spoke. "Y/N, you're not here because my intentions are to sleep with you. You're here because I think you're amazing, down to earth and way more interesting to be around than those others girls you met in the club tonight. I've been there and done that, and it's just not enough for me anymore. But you are."

"I am?"

"Yes, Y/N. You're perfect."

Falling in love was a realization of its own. You were falling in love with Ruben. He swept you up in his embrace again, lifting your hoodie, disappearing underneath it to plant kisses across your belly.

"Stop it, it tickles."

He flipped you over, throwing his weight on top of you as you now lay under him on the bed.

"Ruben, it tickles."

His head popped out from under your hoodie, his hair now a tousled mess. "Can I take this off?" He tugged at the hemn of the fabric. You nodded, raising your arms. Ruben's eyes widened with every layer of skin that revealed itself to him. Once the hoodie was off, he went in, gently devouring your breasts with his mouth. You moaned with the pleasure, to which he grunted in response.

"Please stay with me." He said between suckling your nipples.

"I can't."

"Please."

"No, Ruben."

"Please. I don't want to spend another day without you."

He wa strong headed, his stubborness reflected in every thing he did to you.

"Fuck." You gasped, opened mouthed.

Once all clothes were tossed aside Ruben became an animal. He entered you with force, but not until he knew that you were ready for him. He had you in missionary, then all fours. And at some point he had you on top of him as he lay on the floor.

"Ruben please." You bounced on his dick the best as you could. But you were close to the edge, so close.

"Come for me baby. It's okay, come for me."

You collapsed on top of him, with your walls twitching around his cock. He was over simulating you with a hand still roaming where the two of you were connected.

"Yes, like that, squirt for me."

He enjoy watching you do it. The clenching of your abs caused by the spasms, followed by the liquid that lubricated every inch of his stem. He used it to pull out of you with ease.

"We didn't use a condom, are you okay with that?"

"You're asking that now?" You chuckled, laying exhausted against his warm torso. Ruben shifted, making the motion to stand. You were too weak to follow and waited for him to heave you up from the floor and tuck you into bed. He joined you after getting you a glass of water, placing it on the bedside table for you to grab whenever.

"I meant that I'm clean, just so you know."

You nodded, embracing being his little spoon. "I would say I'm clean too, but I'd definitely be lying."

"Oh."

You smiled, imagining the look on his face. You reached back to grab his hand, guiding it towards the spot. "See, I'm a mess, not clean at all." You felt his stubble against your shoulder, then his lips. He spoke against your skin. "Don't worry, I'll clean you up tomorrow, but for now..." His fingertips were already making slow circles over your clit. "You don't mind me making it a little more messy, do you?"

"Your never gonna stop, are you?"

His chest vibrated against your back when he laughed. "Not as long as I have you in my bed."

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You got home, back to Chells Way, Stevenage, suprised to find Alicia on your couch, dressed in a silk pajamas, enjoying a bowl of cereal.

"I can explain." She gurgled.

"Me first." You dropped your bags and moved to the center of the living room, blocking Alicia's view of the TV. "I fucked up. Like, really bad."

"Me too." She nodded.

"I used Mr Siddiq's money again, even though we agreed that we wouldn't."

"Me too." She nodded, to which you frowned. "Wait what?"

She nodded, more vigorously this time. "I've been using the money. I never stopped actually."

"Alicia."

"It's an addiction, like I said."

"Well how much have you spent in total?"

She shrugged. "I dunno, about 20 000."

"20 000 pounds! Alicia that's crazy." Panic in your eyes. This was not good.

"I know, I know. But it gets worse."

"Worse?"

She nodded. "I think someone is looking for us."

"What?"

"Someone working for the UAE embassy."

"How do you know?"

"They came knocking on my door, thinking I was you. I told them you were out of town and wouldn't return until June. Then I got in my car with the clothes on my back and been hiding out here ever since.

"Shit."

This was not good at all.

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