#Per the Instagram comment that made me laugh: Has the rest of the world...TRIED leaning on things?

[goldenstarprincesses]

Saw a comment that said when the CIA is training American spy's, that one of the big habits that has to be broken is the American habit of leaning on things. Leaning on door frames, leaning on cars, leaning their bodyweight on a table or desk. America is a nation of leaners.

Now imaging that Alfred is a habitual leaner. Doesn't even realize he is doing it. If he even recognizes that he dose it, just sees it as a casual and comfortable stance. One that shows he isn't on edge.

Yet there is a decades long debate at the UN and G8 meetings about if Alfred knowingly leans on peoples desks as an intimidation tactic or he really is simply redistributing his weight

[cilliansaccent]

The Peaky Designer - Cillian Fanfic, Chapter 18

Hello, welcome back. Below is the next instalment of my fanfiction!

Leave a like or a comment if you liked it, or if I can do anything better! Please, it would mean the world and to understand if anyone is enjoying my writing. Also, sharing/reblogging would be even better.

PLEASE READ:

I will not be including Cillian’s family as it’s kinda weird since he has children lmao. Just a mention of his parents and a previous lover.

I will indicate in a chapter if there is smut in the beginning and before the actual scene!!

I will add trigger warnings if there is any!!

There is a variety of levels of swearing during a chapter, I will not hold back, everyone swears.

The timestamp for the Fic is now 2016 and onwards!!

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Background: Gabrijela Babic is a Croatian girl from Sydney, Australia. She is born in the year 1991 on the 24th of December. She studies a Fashion degree in a University with a major in Game Design as well. Her teacher in the fashion designer class managed to nail an Internship on the set of Peaky Blinders with the shows very own Costume Designer, Allison McCosh. There, she travels to London for under a year to learn how to be one, working alongside the actors as well the man she admires, Cillian Murphy. But, her platonic feelings for the man begins to grow into something more, and she wonders whether she should pursue them or let him go for fear of her strict parents and her three older brothers…

Characters:

Swantje Paulina as Gabrijela Babic (swalina on Instagram)

Cillian Murphy

Word Count: 2,918

!!Warnings!!: Intense smut at the end of the chapter! 

Date: Februrary 2017

Chapter Name: Surprise! 

Brief Chapter Outline: Gabrijela finds it hard to be without Cillian before she falls ill and gets some very unexpected news... and a very unexpected guest at her gig...

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It was a very odd feeling waking up each day without the man she loved beside her. 

Gabrijela had a lot of restless nights despite talking to him almost every single night. Her heart was breaking and she missed his gentle kisses every morning. 

She still had not told her parents about her time with Cillian, she was not ready to tell them that she was dating an older man. She knew a hundred per cent her father would freak the fuck out and would do anything in his power to break them apart. 

She wasn't going to lose Cillian just because of her father's old-style views. 

But with her missing Cillian and the fears of her family's views, she was happy to be home once more. She had missed Sydney a lot and the warm weather, a little more predictable. 

Though, Gabrijela did not miss the annoying bitch Lucia who hounded her private messages and her many calls. It seemed that with the rest of her friendship group they had also ignored her as bigger issues had risen up and none of them was taking Lucia's shit. 

Gabrijela continued on with her life and as some weeks went by, she began to feel sick. Her body felt sore, especially her breasts and she had also missed her period. The period bit didn't bother her too much, she often missed it when she was off her pill. 

Yet, when she felt nauseous and felt like throwing up around her most favourite food... She knew something was wrong. Her mother wanted to come with her to the doctor but Gabrijela was sure she would be fine. 

So her mother stopped pestering and off Gabrijela went. 

Once inside the office, she made a light talk with the lady doctor until it was time to tell her about her symptoms. 

"Hm, have you been sexually active lately?" She asked. 

It was now seven days into February, "About a month ago, I was." She murmured. 

The doctor sat back and pulled something out of the caddy behind her. It was a pee cup. 

"Take a wee in this and come back. We will test whether you are pregnant or not." The doctor said. 

The word pregnant clang through her brain and she paled, "I can't be." She whispered. 

"Just, go do it okay? And then we can talk after." She said gently and Gabbie stood to go pee in a cup. 

She returned, still shaken up. She was careful with taking her pill, she was so careful. 

The doctor popped in the stick, gave it a few minutes. Then checked the stick, "Well, it seems you are pregnant." 

"No," Gabrijela whispered taking the stick, "Oh god no I can't be. I was careful!" 

"Not all the time pills can work." The doctor watched Gabrijela, "What would you like to do?" 

She sat back as she held the stick, how the fuck was she going to tell Cillian? Her parents? Fuck that. But... 

"I want to talk to my boyfriend first. See how he feels... about it. May I keep this?" She looked up. 

"Of course. Here pop it into this bag." She handed her a small waste bag and she popped it in. "If you need anything, come in anytime. Whatever your decision, I'm here also." 

Gabrijela smiled and tucked the bag into her handbag as she left. As she headed to the station, got on the train she just... floated away. She wasn't sure how she was going to tell anyone about this. 

She was panicking within herself and put on a fake smile when her mother asked her how she was. 

"Perfectly fine. Probably just ate something weird and making me all queasy." Gabrijela replied. "I gotta go shower and get ready for my gig tonight." She kissed her mother's cheek and hurried upstairs. 

She tried to call up Cillian as well, knowing he would still be awake at this time. But no use. It didn't even call. So she went to have a shower, tied her hair up in a high ponytail with two strands of her hair fall down her temples. 

She pulled on a black lacy bodysuit with a short miniskirt. She finished it off with a pair of white converse shoes, the necklace Cillian gave her and simple gold studs. 

By the time she was ready, she was off with her guitar in an Uber into the city. There she chatted with her group of friends who were already there. They drank a little bit, Gabbie going only for one glass of wine. 

Then it was time to play. Tonight's theme was rock, power rock and a little bit of metal. Their first song was from Beast in Black, From Hell with Love. The pub was pumping with the hard beat, but it got people hyped as they danced before the stage. Elijah was their main singer and he had a very powerful voice, especially when it came to rock music. 

Gabbie loved the songs from Beast in Black. It got her going especially when it came to her exercise. 

Their next song was Die by the Blade, Born Again and Sweet True Lies. Benjamin then sang Kiss of the Cobra King by Powerwolf and then various other rock music. 

Then it was Gabbie's turn. Everyone loved her the most and she felt so at ease, especially after today. She sang I Am the Fire by Halestorm, White Flag by Bishop Briggs and to end their time on stage, Faster by Within Temptation. 

As she finished the song off with an encore for the last minute of the song, her eyes fell on someone particular in the crowd. 

Eased back in a table a chair on the raised level in the back, a tall glass of Guinness in hand... was Cillian. 

Wait. What the hell? Was she seeing this right? As the crowd cheered and took photos as they bowed and set their instruments down, Gabrijela slowly walked down the stage to the man who stood from his chair.

He was dressed in his classic skinny black jeans and a blue almost black buttoned down-shirt with faint checkered design, the sleeves were rolled up. 

"Oh my god," She felt tears sting her eyes as she was overcome with emotion and flung herself into his arms. 

Cillian laughed and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her and spun her, "Darling, my beautiful, beautiful darling." He whispered. 

"Cillian! Cilly!" She laughed some more, pulling back to look into his eyes. "It's really you!" 

He grinned, "It is really me, darling. Oh god, it is good to see you again." He cupped her face, his accent washing over her, cleansing her soul. He leaned in and kissed her deeply and she melted into his body.

She linked her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal passion. Cillian's arms moved around her waist and held her tight against his body. 

They continued to kiss until someone cleared their throat behind them, Gabrijela pulled back to see her bandmates all watching the pair. Elijah had a raised brow and a cheeky smile, "Wow, okay. I'm gonna be honest here but I seriously did not think you really mean Cillian Murphy. I thought you were pulling my arm." 

"Of course you dummies wouldn't believe her, she didn't show you her other photos," Maya smirked. 

Gabbie blushed as she kept her arm around Cillian's waist, "Shut up! Ugh!" She laughed, gazing up at Cillian with so much love in her eyes. 

"Nice to finally meet you, man," Elijah held out his hand and Cillian shook it along with the rest of them. "Come on, sit on our table." 

"Alright." Cillian nodded and grabbed his beer as they headed to a large booth that fit them all. 

Gabrijela was still aghast at the sight of Cillian. He was here. With her. Right now. "How?" She asked her lover. 

"How what?" He sipped his beer and set the glass down. 

"You being here?" She gripped his hand under the table, her other hand pushing back his hair which had grown out longer now. 

"By... a plane?" He smiled, a cheeky glint in those beautiful eyes. 

"Smartass." She shook her head. "But really. I've been trying to call you like the past three days." 

"Well, I was getting ready before the flight and I spent those two days in the air," Cillian said, his hand cupped her cheek, gazing longingly into her eyes. "Take it as an early Valentines present." 

She giggled, V-Day was next week, "Cheeky bastard." She whispered and leaned in as they began to kiss again. 

"Excuse me!" Maya made a face, "Not in front of us. Keep that in the bedroom." Maya shook her head. "But anyway, I gotta go care for the bar. Also." Maya turned back to the pair, "Bring him to the wedding next Saturday. We'll fit him on a table." She said and headed off. 

Cillian raised a brow, "Wedding?" 

"Yep! Maya is getting married. The one I told you about." She pecked his lips. Elijah gagged. 

"Ah yeah. That's right." He nodded as he sat back, Gabrijela close to his side. 

"Oh, so you've been talking to him about us? I hope only good things, right?" Karsyn looked at Cillian with his smirk. 

"Of course. Only good things." Cillian nodded and felt Gabbie squeeze his thigh under the table. He felt himself harden from the touch. 

"I want to mention how good you guys played." Cillian praised, "Crowd was crazy." 

"Thanks, all help and gratitude to Maya and Ben. They deal with the marketing and we get new fans every couple of weeks. The bar is always packed from Monday to Sunday even if we don't play during the week." Elijah replied as he took a swig of his beer. 

"Awesome. I'll definitely be here tomorrow night as well, and Sunday." Cillian felt Gabrijela's hand move higher on his thigh. He tried not to shift too much. 

"Sweet. Might bring extra people cause of who you are." Elijah teased. 

"Yeah, yeah." Cillian rolled his eyes before the boys launched into a debate on music. 

Gabrijela couldn't stop staring at her love, she had missed his freckles, his sharp jaw, his eyes... God his lips too. Everything about him. So she kissed his cheek and headed to the bar to see Maya. 

"Hey," She said to her. 

"Hiya girlie. How's it goin'?" She asked as she prepared a mocktail for her. 

"Good! So good. I can't believe he is really here. I never expected that." She looked over to find Cillian glance at her and wink. 

"Girl, I- fuck you two are so in love! Makes me giddy." Maya grinned as she handed her the glass. "But I can also see you want to do more than just kiss him." 

Gab blushed, "Yeah. And I wanted to see if you can vouch for me tonight, I'm gonna tell my mum and dad I'm going to stay with you tonight cause you are closer and I'm too tired." 

"Hell yeah I can, don't you worry. You go get that man." She wiggled her eyebrows. 

"Shut up." She stuck her tongue out at her, "Take my guitar will ya." She said and headed back to the booth. 

By the time it was midnight Gabrijela wanted to go already. So Cillian stood and they said their goodbyes to the group and headed out. It was a warm summer's night. 

"So, how you getting home?" Cillian asked as they stood off to the side. 

"With you." Gabrijela turned to him, placing her hands on his chest. 

"With me? Your parents cool with that?" He asked as his hands rested on her hips. 

"Totally, they think I'm going back with Maya." She pressed her lips to his, "Now, Cillian. Make up the time we've been apart." 

He let out a growl that made heat explode between her legs as he called over a cab. 

They got in and it wasn't long they were at the hotel positioned on Darling Harbour. In they went and up the elevator. 

Cillian had her against the wall beside the door to his room, their kiss feverish. She gripped his shirt, unbuttoning it. 

"Baby," She muttered as his lips went to her neck. She found his key in the back pocket of his jeans as she tried to unlock the door. It swung open and she broke away from him and stepped back inside. 

"Come, Cillian. Have what is yours." She bit her bottom lip and he came at her, shucking off his shirt and threw it aside as he pulled her back in for another hot kiss. 

Her bag dropped as she turned, his lips along her neck before he bent her over the bed. "No waiting to undress. I need you." He let out a groan as he unbuckled his pants then lifted up her skirt, unbuttoned the buttons of her bodysuit. She was wearing no panties. 

All the fucking better. 

His cock was hard and he was already leaking pre-cum, then in one swift movement, he was deep inside her warm sex. He let out a heavy groan, her own voice matching his in a way. 

"Oh fuck." She gripped the sheets, head tilted back with her mouth wide open. "Fuck me Cillian! Fuck me!" 

"Gladly." He said and began to move his hips. Her walls were tight around him, sucking him in with each drag as she clenched. She felt absolutely heavenly, he had wet dreams of her and woke up at night having to jack himself off with visions of her luscious body he was so drunk over. 

He was hard and fast, the sound of skin to skin filled the air. The desperation of their bodies was the fuel to his pounding into her. 

Cillian gripped her shoulder with one hand, gritting his teeth as he stared down at where they connected. "Shit! Gabrijela!" He gasped, head tilted back now. 

"Cillian! Don't stop baby. Don't stop!" She begged, being thrown forward by his powerful thrusts. But she wanted to see him badly, this wasn't enough. "I want to be on my back, I want to see you, baby." She let out a half cry half grunt. 

Cillian pulled out as she turned, she quickly pulled off her clothing but not her skirt when he crawled back on top of her and was back between her legs, resuming his rough fucking. 

Gabbie gripped his shoulders, holding his gaze. His expression was what stuck to her in her lewd dreams, the deep frown of pure concentration and pleasure as he took what he owed. 

He knew exactly what he was doing, he was very familiar with her body and what she liked. He leaned in and claimed her lips, swallowing up her moans as his arms slid under her to hold her shoulders. He was already close. 

Gabrijela could feel herself getting to that edge, it would be huge. Nothing like a cock she loved inside her rather than her own fingers or her toys. 

Cillian was so much better. She was seriously addicted to him. 

"Cillian! Oh, baby." She moaned as his head was tucked into her neck. "I'm gonna cum baby. Oh, Cilly!" She kept her legs around his waist, her body warming up and the pressure between her legs grew more and more. 

His soft grunts became louder against her ear, his voice doing that familiar crack she so loved from him before fireworks exploded between them. 

She let out a loud, blissful cry of his name as she tipped over the edge, his curses followed with her name as well came after her and she felt his warmth spread through her abdomen and up to her heart. 

He thrusted till they were done, a light coat of sweat covered them both. He held himself up with his hands on either side of her head, panting softly as he stared at her. "I love you," He gasped. 

"I love you too, baby." She smiled, running her hands up and down his sides, his jaw then down his arms. "Oh fuck, I love you." She pulled him down as his body lightly rested on hers and they kissed for god knows how long. 

He rolled off her but he kept her close even as she discarded her skirt. She laid on her side and stared at him, her smile warm and gentle. "My love," she muttered. 

"My love," he replied, his hand running slow lines down her back. 

"It was so hard to sleep without you at my side." She said softly, touching his jaw. 

"Same. I didn't like how quiet the house was. Without you, it was so cold." He pressed his forehead to hers. 

"Now you are here, though. I can't believe it still." She pressed a soft kiss to his lips. 

His smile matched hers, "Neither can I. You are in my arms, back with me." 

She giggled and snuggled close, they only had a light sheet across their waist, it was warm in the room. "My cilly." She sighed in happiness. 

He held her, still touching her slowly. He didn't expect her to fall asleep so fast but she needed it. Tonight was big and he was also exhausted from the flight. 

His eyelids felt heavy and he was soon fast asleep. He was beyond happy to have Gabbie back with him, so, so happy. 

[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

Mixed up relationship (daveed x reader)

{a/n: so this started as a fic that would be angsty but turned into kink filled smut...also its daveed so like...yeah...um enjoy you filthy sinners} Warnings: SMUT! Daddy kink, choking, Daveed being the sex God he is, sexxxxxx! Tapping your pen against your desk, you sighed, no lyrics came, sometimes you wished you had daveeds talent of words, you closed your notebook, grabbing your phone, clicking it open, you had quite a few texts from various friends ‘Um..daveeds new podcast interview is up… maybe don’t listen to this one…they sort of talked a whole lot about you and daveeds very….quote mixed up relationship end quote’ sighing you rolled your eyes, it wasn’t uncommon for a tweet or a passing conversation to be thrust into your face of how very odd people found the fact daveed was dating as one person said ‘a stale piece of white bread’ nice, but people were always like that when the person they love starts dating someone who isn’t them, and it was maybe one person two at worst, for you things seemed fine, and daveed never hid his affection for you, never let people's words sway how he felt, he had the attitude of a stoned brick, calm, collected and can not be swayed easily. You looked at your texts more from friends about the podcast, and a few about his morning radio interview about the upcoming EP clipping was about to drop. Before too long you found yourself sitting at your laptop, headphones on and hitting play on the podcast, they hosts sounded nice and made you laugh, when daveed came in the questions seemed to turn, many had learned of the split between him and his ex, it wasn’t messy, it was just a natural thing, people shift and move apart, with clipping and acting jobs, daveed was pretty much a Skype boyfriend, you didn’t mind, and neither did his ex, but they had decided, time had run its course. But five years is a long time, and in a seemingly too short period of time, you had become a staple in daveeds twitter and instagram, a few snap story take overs had many wondering where you popped up from, sighing you listened to them talk. ‘So mister daveed diggs, I hear someone new has captured that heart of yours’ you smiled hearing daveeds laugh knowing the flushed smile on his face well, ‘Yeah, she's...she's amazing, she makes life very interesting, many clipping songs have come from things her brain has spit out’ you laughed shrugging he wasn’t wrong many times you had no word vomit filter on your brain. ‘Yes, well people have been shouting at us, about the very mixed up relationship, seeing as you stared as Jefferson in Hamilton, the barrier breaking musical, people seem to see this as you sort of slamming a giant sort of white stamp on things’ you sat up turning the volume up slightly ‘I don’t know about that, i wouldn’t say our relationship is mixed up per say’ one of the hosts laughed ‘People said, that this was you conforming to the standard set back in the day, and many listeners say you should find a strong woman of color to keep breaking the world's barriers, in music and stage and life’ you hit pause sighing. It wasn’t uncommon for people to say stuff like that, many woman at restaurants or bars, seeming to think you could never be daveeds actual girlfriend, and even when he says you are, they never fail to give their number with a comment of ‘when you see the light call me’ you never let it get to you, ever, but some days you felt bad...bad that you weren’t the one people wanted daveed with, sighing you shut your laptop standing. It was quiet in the apartment just you and soccer, who currently was asleep on the couch feet up ears down ‘Well don’t you look comfy’ the only response was a snort from the dog, sighing you looked around the apartment, deciding to just go lay down for a while you tugged your Oakland hoodie off, pulling a loose tank top out, rolling your eyes as it also read in large print ‘oakland’ you tugged off your leggings feeling free again bending over to grab the clothes from the floor, yelping as arms circled your waist lips pressing against your shoulder as you stood still caged by very strong arms ‘Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,’ you laughed shrugging against his chest looking up towards him smiling as he leaned down pressing his lips to yours, he pulled back as you sighed leaning back against his chest feeling safe as he held you tightly ‘Mm can we like never leave this spot’ he laughed his chest vibrating against your back ‘I wish but the bed like five feet in front of us looks hella more comfy than standing’ you nodded as he uncaged you pulling his hoodie off, soon he was in sweats and leaning against the headboard arms open for you, smiling you climbed onto the bed, straddling him, his hands coming to rest just below your butt, looking up at you ‘So how was your day? Many exciting legal tour things?’ He laughed leaning his head against your stomach ‘Oh yeah so exciting as I signed so many documents my hand was going to fall off’ you laughed your hands moving through his curly mane of hair, scratching your nails against his scalp, he groaned happily as you did so ‘God I love it when you do that’ you smiled ‘Taught from my mom, any day can be made better by head scratches’ he smiled his hands moving up and down the back of your thighs soothingly as you hummed and played with his hair ‘So...I listened to some of that podcast you did’ he sighed pulling his head up to look at you eyes tired, you ran your thumbs under his eyes sighing ‘Yeah? I tried to get your friends to make sure you didn’t’ you sighed ‘I know, I got curious, i’m not like upset, I was, but I mean i’m used to those kinds of comments,’ he looked up at you eyes looking into yours, one hand coming up to hold your cheek ‘You shouldn’t have to be, people should just not worry who I fall in love with, who I write songs about,’ slowly he rose finally ending with you being flipped under him his hand moving down your neck and down your shoulder stopping to intertwine your fingers ‘Who I make scream till their voice is gone,’ his lips brushed against yours, causing your eyes to flutter shut, your breathing picking up slightly ‘Who I fuck till they can’t think or see straight let alone walk straight the next day,’ you whimpered slightly as his teeth grazed your pulse point his lips pressing against it feeling your pulse raise ‘Whose sounds make me want never leave this bed’ you opened your eyes as daveeds hands moved to your waist slipping under his tank top, slowly moving up until the shirt pooled right above your breasts, daveed ran a finger down over your bra, smirking ‘The one who if they went through my photo roll, would see the beauty of how very photo talented my girlfriend is, and how much she can make me go insane on tour’ you smirked as he leaned close before his lips took yours causing your back to arch into his chest, eyes closing as his hands moved to unhook your bra tossing it somewhere, you would find it later, his hand moved cupping your breast, his finger lightly circling your nipple, causing a small gasp to come out of your throat, he took his chance his tongue pushing in and dancing with yours, pulling back you whimpered looking up at him as he kissed his way down your body, kissing your breasts, before slowly kissing the beauty marks your clothes hid, his tongue ran down past your belly button stopping at the waistband of your panties, you watched him, breathing heavy as he hooked his thumbs into the band slowly pulling them down, his lips following down your right leg, tossing the panties for you to find later, he kissed up your left leg, his hand hooking under your thigh bringing it up to hang over his shoulder as he kissed your skin, biting softly, causing soft whimpers as he got closer to your core, his eyes held yours as he lowered his mouth down his tongue flicking against your clit as you inhaled sharply back arching hands flying to his curly hair tugging as he sucked it into his mouth his tongue circling it as you moaned, whimpering his fingers moved down before you felt him slowly push two into your entrance, pumping them slowly as he worked his tongue over you. You cried out as he brought the fire in your stomach closer to exploding, your fingers tugged his hair as he worked, ‘Da-fuck...daveed...i’m close please...please can...can I cum...please’ daveeds eyes found yours his eyebrow arching up his way to say no when his mouth was busy ‘Please oh god….daddy...daddy please I need to cum...please...please’ your legs shook as you held yourself back, he pulled back moving up his thumb moving to replace his tongue, eyes watching you like a lion hunting prey, lips moving down hot against your ear ‘Cum for daddy, let daddy hear how he makes you feel, cum all over daddy's fingers’ you didn’t need any other words before you screamed out back arching as he finger fucked you through your orgasm, his lips kissing your neck, sucking a love bite into your skin, slowly he pulled his fingers out causing you to twitch, he pulled back looking at his fingers before sticking them in his mouth eyes shutting as he did ‘God, you taste like everything I have ever wanted’ you watched him as he slid off the bed tugging his sweats off, grabbing something from the top dresser, the foil wrapper falling as he turned crawling back up on the bed ‘Baby girl, daddy wants you to ride him, show him your pretty face when you fuck his cock’ you moaned nodding as you sat up slowly, he laid down as you moved to straddle him his hands coming to your waist before fully yanking your tank top off tossing it as you aligned yourself with his member, whimpering as you slid down on it, his hands tightened on your hips as he groaned, ‘Fuck, you feel so good around daddy's cock’ you moaned as he helped you move your hips your, hands going to his chest to help steady you, his eyes never leaving your face as he moaned thrusting up to meet your hips, his head falling back ‘Fuck, daddy…’ he ran his hands up and down your waist as you moved your hips quickly, ‘Fuck, daddy, please, choke me’ he didn’t need to be told twice as his thrusts slammed into you his hand clamping around your throats as you moaned loudly ‘Fuck daddy’ he slammed up into you faster ‘Cum...right now, cum for me again, fuck let me see your face when daddy makes you cum’ you looked at him a mouth opening as you cried out cumming around his cock, your walls clenching around him, his thrusts became sloppy as he fucked you through your climax before finally groaning as he came, slowly thrusting to a stop, his hand moving from your neck to pull you down against his chest, his hand running down your back breathing heavy ‘Fuck I love you, no matter what people say,’ you smiled nodding weakly ‘I love you too, so much’ let's just say you walked a little funny the next day and the love bite on your neck was not one daveed let you cover in his instagram posts.

[footbaliimagines]

cynical (a calum chambers imagine)

Summary: love at first sight is all well and good if you believe in that kind of thing; Calum realises he’s a massive cynic- until he meets her

Calum never used to believe in love at first sight. In fact, he dismissed it as a pile of shit. A colossal, steaming pile of shit designed to sell romantic comedies and cheesy Valentine’s day gifts and false, unrealistic, unattainable promises. 

But when she walked in, shook his hand, smiled at him and introduced herself, he knew, deep down, that he was somewhat screwed. And whenever her jumper slipped down her shoulder as she moved and revealed an inch of her skin, or her scent of her perfume drifted over in his direction, he realised he wasn’t screwed, but fucked. Absolutely, utterly and royally fucked.

 "You’ll like her, I promise.“ Hector had stated after telling him her name, with a self-assured nod.

He’d shrugged it off and sipped his beer instead of replying, beads of condensation from the glass wetting his fingers. He was a footballer, for God’s sake. He met lots of pretty girls, and had come to realise that it was just part of the job. 

Often, girls would fancy him, and make the first move, and Calum, similar to the majority of twenty-something year old men, would go along with it. A few dates, probably a lot of sex, a few photos that would definitely turn up on their Instagram months after their fling had fizzled out, and then eventually a chat in which Calum would discover that they had different priorities. They wanted a relationship, he didn’t. They wanted commitment, he couldn’t give it to them. They wanted Arsenal season tickets and the chance to gain a few thousand Instagram followers, he realised he’d rather just stay at home and play FIFA.

Tiring and repetitive, like an endlessly recurring cycle. 

"She’s funny. And smart! Like seriously smart.” Hector had added, nonchalantly. 

And then he went off on one about Scarlett again, his new girlfriend, for the tenth time in the space of approximately twenty minutes, Calum noted. He told him that when she smiled, he felt like the sun was blinding him, and that whenever he saw her, a feeling of complete and utter calmness washed over him. To Calum, number one cynic and the ever-present voice of reason when it came to love, this was just meaningless drabble. Hector had fallen for a girl far too quickly, things would inevitably turn sour and it would all end in tears in a few weeks. As per usual.

“Scarlett is the most beautiful woman on the entire planet, probably. And the funniest too.” Hector rambled. “She’s the one, I’m telling you." 

Calum couldn’t stop himself from choking on his beer. "Fucking hell mate, calm down. It’s been, what, 4 months?”

“Whatever. You’re just cynical. Ever since you and Becca broke up-”

“Please don’t,” Calum groaned and winced, leaning forward on the table and resting his forehead on his palms.

“Sorry, sorry.” he shrugged. “Anyway-” he deliberately dragged out his words. “I can’t wait for you to meet my Scarlett. And- don’t argue- I can’t wait for you to meet someone as right for you as she is for me.”

“I can’t wait to get tonight over and done with so I can go home and watch Game of Thrones instead.”

“I can’t wait to prove you wrong.”

“Fuck off, mate.”

That exchange had taken place fifteen minutes ago. Now, he was sat opposite a girl whose smile lit up the entire bar and whose presence left him giddy. Calum looked across the table at her, at the way her eyes were crinkling up at a shitty joke Hector told and a dimple formed on her right cheek, and felt a weird feeling pass through him- a bizarre mixture of excitement and calmness.

 (As well as an ember of annoyance when he realised that he totally owed Hector an apology for mocking his declarations of romance and belief in love at first sight).

It was a strange feeling. That was one thing that Calum could agree on, as his head spun a million miles an hour.

(And though it made him extremely dizzy, and he was pretty sure that if she smiled at him like that one more time he would fall backwards off his chair, it was a feeling he didn’t feel like getting rid of just yet).

“So, did you watch the game at the weekend?” He had to play it safe. Had to go for the usual, fool proof first line he would use to woo a girl, make sure that he impressed from the get-go so that when he would undoubtedly get flustered and trip up on his words in a few minutes he had something to fall back on.

“I did. You got seriously lucky with that penalty, and I hope the result gives you a kick up the arse because something clearly needs reworking and I’m not sure if anyone has any clue what it is.”

His face falls, he sees Scarlett laugh and Hector roll his eyes, and then he quirks his eyebrow at her in amusement. “Not an Arsenal fan, I gather?”

“Spurs born and bred.”

“Ah. Makes sense.”

“I think you’re dead good, though. Just because I’m a Spurs fan doesn’t mean I’m entirely delusional.”

She’s smiling at him with a teasing glint in her eyes, giving him a hard time with funny little sarcastic comments and not caring at all about trying to impress him. It makes him all the more intrigued; it’s rare that he would meet a girl who wouldn’t simply bat their eyelashes at him and laugh at his (often crap) jokes in an attempt to spend take him home.

Not only that, but she’s funny and confident and her wit is quicker than he knew was possible. She even likes the Kooks.

“How can you say you support Spurs and then claim you’re not delusional in the same sentence?” Hector pipes up.

“Oh, Mr Bellerin, how funny you are.” She rolled her eyes before her straight face faltered and returned to the grin that had sent Calum reeling.

“Play nice.” Scarlett chides.

“Don’t make me play nice with your boyfriend when he’s being a dick to me.” She fires back, before elbowing Hector and crossing her arms in a huff. “I’m the reason you guys met in the first place, Hec. Don’t be a twat or I’ll make her dump you.”

“And I don’t want you coming to my house in the middle of the night crying, so on behalf of my sanity and well being, please stop.” Calum jokes and she laughs, louder this time, and it rings like a symphony to his ears.

It’s carefree and light and melodic, better than any of that Mozart’s shoddy work that he’d been forced to play on the piano as a child, sweeter than Beethoven’s 1st symphony (which he found out was her favourite symphony of his.) and more addictive than Chance the Rapper’s new album (which he truly believed was the greatest album of the 21st century.) 

The night goes by quickly (far too quickly, for Calum’s liking) and before the barman had even shouted last call, Hector and Scarlett had quickly word vomited out hasty goodbyes and capered off out the back door. “I should probably get going, too.” She glanced down at her watch and frowned, picking up her handbag.

“Yeah, same.” He scrambles to his feet and waits for her to stand up before walking with her to the door of the pub.

It’s a lot cooler outside and there’s a breeze causing her hair to fly manically around her face, strands (that Calum desperately wants to reach over and tuck behind her ear) falling loose from her messy ponytail. “I’m just going to wait for a taxi.” She says, as he offers his arm to her and she takes it with a small smile as they begin to walk down the street.

He’s pretty sure that the feeling of her hand hooked into the crook of his elbow is the greatest feeling on the planet. Better, he found himself thinking, than anything that could take ever place on a football pitch. Than scoring a penalty in a World Cup final, than lifting the Premier League trophy in front of tens of thousands of loyal supporters, than making a goal line clearance.

And his jacket hanging off her shoulders, doing a pretty shitty job of protecting her against the wind, was also a pretty great sight.

(Plus, if better views existed, Calum certainly hadn’t seen them.) 

“You know, I’m pretty sure Hector was trying to set us up.” She states, breaking the silence.

Feeling his hands grow sweaty, he croaked out a nervous, “Yeah?”

He feels her nod beside him. “Didn’t do a bad job, for once. Better than last time, when he tried to set me up with some Brazilian guy from his team despite knowing that I can’t speak a single word of Portuguese. It was a very long night.”

“Hector’s like that.” He chuckles. “Bit of a sop. A hopeless romantic”

“I can’t be arsed with that. I mean, I’m happy for him and Scarlett and everything- but she’s told me they’ve discussed marriage and it makes me feel a bit nauseous. I mean, I don’t even own my own kettle and there they are making these big decisions at 21 years old.”

He can’t think of anything to say in response and nods instead, and while he wishes he could come up with some witty or smart or insightful comment to elicit a smile or a laugh he’s pretty sure she just wants him to listen. “I know what you mean.”

She proceeds to ask him if he believes in love at first sight, and to his immense surprise, he finds himself nodding confidently. She laughs in his face. "God, you’re delusional.” she teased, laughing that pretty laugh of hers that Calum found himself getting hooked on, again and again.

“Ah, I would say romantic, but you do you.”

She scoffed. “I’m plenty romantic. Super into grand gestures and soppy films and all that. Doesn’t mean I’m dippy enough to believe in love at first sight.”

“Oh, so cynical.”

“That’s precisely how Hector described me to you, as a matter of fact.” She muses, as a cab pulls up at the curb beside her. “I guess I’ll be off then.”

(Maybe he’s reading the situation completely wrong, or he could be looking at everything through pretty hazy rose tinted glasses, but he’s pretty sure he can detect a hint of disappointment in her voice.)

He unlinks their arms and the sudden gap between them feels like it could separate continents.

“Thank you for tonight, Calum. I had a lovely night.” She flits her gaze between the cab, pavement and his face, smiling up at him. “You’re so lovely.”

He feels himself turning beetroot red. “So are you. Lovely.”

Calum kicks himself for coming out with such an infantile response, wanting to vocalise his blossoming feelings for her more succintly (fucking hell, anything would be better than sounding like a 8-year-old and calling her ‘lovely’, he thinks, as if that word would do her justice) but she’s grinning again regardless and the next thing he knows, she’s on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. 

And he’s stunned, paralysed for a moment and unable to think straight or put 2 and 2 together. It takes him a good few seconds to register the fact that oh god, her hair smells like vanilla and coconut and when she reached up her hand rested against his chest and surely if her lips felt that good on his cheek, they would feel even better on his lips, right?

“You better call me.” She leans back in her cab seat, going on to rattle off her address to the driver before leaning back to look at him through the open window.. “I’ll hopefully see you soon?”

He doesn’t tell her that he would quite literally jump into the Thames in the middle of January in his underwear if it meant he could see her again. “Definitely.” He nods quickly. “Goodnight.”

“Night.”

And as quickly as he had fell for her she was gone again, her cab whizzing off down the street and leaving Calum stood alone, a wide grin plastered on his face, reeling and approximately ten degrees colder than usual thanks to the fact that she had taken off with his jacket still swaddled around her shoulders.

Calum realised he had mocked Hector for the exact same thing he was currently experiencing, and for once, despite his usual stubbornness, didn’t give a shit in the slightest.

(Cynical, he thought, thinking back to what Hector had called him earlier. Cynical my arse.)

A.N.: I know I said I wanted to work through some of my requests but I just love calum sooooo much and was itching to write something else about him considering how great the feedback was last time on ‘the first time’ (what a mouthful)

(also I know I mentioned calum being at arsenal despite him being on loan at boro but lets just look over that. and the stuff about arsenal needing reworking was bullshit so pls dont read into it i just needed the character to show that she was a spurs fan lol) please carry on sending requests and I really hope you liked this because I spent quite a lot of time on it and I think it’s my fave imagine so far :+) xxx