#i love england and some of my mum’s family is there but i could never stay

[peninsulaisms]

every time u post the urge to renew my australian passport and just show up at my aunt’s door in humpty doo is so powerful. the sun is setting at 4pm in england now and i simply may expire if i don’t see some nature that isn’t a green grass square. the other day i literally cried listening to northern territory white noise bird sounds. i need to get out the city and out of the cold !!!!! now !!!!

renew the passport!!! come back to us!!! we must stop the australians-moving-to-england industrial complex.

but if you need a temporary fix you should go to the north york moors, it’s a beautiful forest and lots of good hiking terrain. when i was visiting family in yorkshire i went there all the time to try and beat the homesickness by deluding myself into thinking it was victoria.

the desert awaits your return mate

[mysunshinetemptress]

part 2 of you promised? some serious grovelling from leah, she gets told off by all of her teammates (arsenal and england), basically more angst but leah is trying to make up for it, up to you whether they end up together or not

Mine

You promised part 2

Leah Williamson x reader

Leah had been lost from the minute you walked out the door. It had been a week since the break down of your relationship and you hadn’t returned home, Leah found herself sleeping on the couch waiting for your return hoping you would walk through the door and you could both sort it all out.

Two days later Leah found herself sitting at the gate in Luton airport with her mum who still wasn’t talking to her hoping you where going to show, only you never did and instead sent Leah’s best friend Alex Scott in your place “what’s going on Lee.” Leah felt her chin wobble as tears pricked her eyes “not that I don’t love you Al but where is she.” Alex looked at Leah confused “all I know is she came to my door yesterday handed me a plane ticket with my name on it and told me you where going to need me so I’ll ask again what’s going on.” Leah sighed looking to her mum who looked at her eyes filled with sorrow “I messed up.” Alex looked at Leah eyebrows knitting together “what do you mean.” Leah shook her head trying to stop herself from crying “I made a promise to go to her final match of the season for our home team in Newport Pagnell and I didn’t go I went to the Arsenal on instead Al, it was their game winning match she captained them to the biggest win in years and I stood on the sidelines of Meadow Park crying over Rafa leaving…I…..” Leah couldn’t help it anymore as she cried feeling all the guilt weighing on her heart again “that’s not even the worst part.” Leah shook her head at her mums words “I…oh…god I was mean.” For the first time in days Amanda grabbed Leah in to a hug. “I’m so sorry mum I’m so sorry.” Alex lay her hand on Leah’s lower back giving it a squeeze trying to comfort her friend as concern etched her features “I know Bubba trust me I do but I’m not the one you should be apologising to.” Leah sniffed turning back to Alex “I was so mean to her, I oh god Al I told her she wasn’t important that her match wasn’t important enough for me to go to that I get bored watching her.” Alex looked at Leah horrified “Le I love you you’re my best friend but what the fuck, you know better then anyone Y/ns fears of never being good enough.” Leah sobbed harder “I don’t know what to do I’m so lost she won’t answer my calls or texts she hasn’t come home I hoped she would come to this and we could talk oh I’m so stupid.”

Holly,Ben and Kiera followed the three women out a few days later and for the first time in their lives Leah and Holly weren’t talking. Two days into the trip with everyone there Amanda handed Holly her phone ushering her out of the room. Holly returned shortly after siting beside Leah before turning to her “ you fucked up big time and I’m still mad at you but for this holiday at least I’ll pretend like it’s the good old days ok.” Leah looked at Holly confused “ok.”

The trip to Ibiza had been the break Leah needed but she found herself longing for you every waking minute, she understood that she had messed up and promised to do whatever it takes to remind you how much she loved you if it took her the rest of her life.

You on the other hand had stayed with your parents for a few days before leaving to Tegan’s ignoring your phones constant buzzing. It was either Leah, her family or her teammates and although you desperately wanted to reply you kept reminding yourself they where her family and friends not yours. Of course none of them understood that which is why they had been blowing up your phone the past few weeks and at this stage Lia had grown even more concerned after going to your house only to find you weren’t there and hadn’t been in weeks that led to the first time Leah had to tell her friends.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE BROKEN UP.” Lia shouted, it was the last team bonding before everyone split for the World Cup, Leah hadn’t expected to be interrogated the minute she arrived “ehm well you see.” Katie turned shaking her head “you have to be taking the piss yeah, I mean seriously Leah what the hell happened that the girl who looks at you like you hung the moon.” Leah couldn’t help the tears falling “I made a promise and I didn’t keep it and when she called me up on it I was mean to her, calling out her insecurities and making her feel small, all because I was annoyed at myself for not going, for not supporting her." The arsenal girls stood frozen listening to their captain "Leah when was this" Leah sniffed trying to clear her head "The 27th our last match Rafas last match, Y/ns most important match oh god guys I really fucked up" Beth shook her head "mate you have to be more specific." Leah sighed before beginning to tell her team mates about the day that plagued her mind every moment.

The Arsenal girls all looked at Leah shocked as Lia stood looking at her best friend in disbelief "I can't believe you." Leah looked at her best friend heart clenching "Lia please i.." Lia shook her head "No Leah I can barley look at you how could you break her heart like that." Leah looked around at the disappointed group of girls before looking at the floor "Leah, that's the only match she has ever asked you to attend." Leah looked at Lia confused "no its not" Lia could feel herself get more annoyed at her friend "yes it is Leah, that girl felt so nauseous at the thought of asking you to a match played in a field she called me crying, and when I made it to your house I found her hovering over the toilet, she thought it was so beneath you for you to attend it took me an hour to convince her." Leah looked at Wally shocked "And when you agreed nothing could wipe the smile off her face she talked about it for days telling everyone." Lia shook her head getting upset on your behalf "I can't I'm sorry I can't even talk to you anymore." Lia sighed walking out the door as Leah looked at the rest of her teammates "I'm Sorry" her teammates just looked at her shocked before Beth spoke "we aren't the ones you need to apologise to Le, that girl is your biggest supporter and the only time she asked for you to be hers you let her down, Arsenals have won trophies and taken part in some amazing matches, seen teammates come and go but clubs like hers where they haven't won in a decade and they have their half time debrief on the side of the pitch, days like the 27th mean everything to them its their Wembley and Emirates and they want the most important people there and you couldn't even do that."

The Arsenal girls had made sure Leah knew where they stood, and although you wouldn't respond to their texts they made sure to let you know that too. The Arsenal girls adored you but the Lionesses where a totally different ball game. You had made the promise to the team that you would fly out to watch them partake in the World Cup the girls clamming you where like a good-luck charm, you tried to dismiss the statement but ultimately it had stuck.

Leah sat beside her mum nervously on the plane waiting to begin their long journey to the other side of the world when she turned at the sound of her mum gasping turning in her seat to get a better look at what her mum had just witnessed only to be met with your eyes staring at her "Y/N" you smiled sheepishly "Hi" Leah went to stand before feeling Amanda grab her arm as you moved to sit the far side. Amanda turned pulling you into a hug "oh my darling I've missed you, I cut believe your coming." You smiled at the older woman "I swore to Jacob that id be there and I also promised the girls id be in the stand for every match so, of course I'm here." Leah couldn't help but feel the guilt bubble in her stomach at your words, you had promised her brother and squad you would spend thousands of pounds to fly across the world to watch them play and visit. Leah could only imagine what would have happened if she had made the squad but you had answered her question, you would have seen the money to come watch her play in the World Cup, like a good supportive girlfriend and she couldn't even get herself to drive up the road to your match.

Australia was a different planet, you still refused to speak to her let alone look at her but Leah was happy that you hadn't let it get in the way of your relationship with her mum and brother both so excited you had made the trip.

Leah felt sick when Sarina asked if you both wanted to come say hi to the girls and for Leah to give them some words of encouragement. You declined the offer and so here was Leah stood on a pitch on the Gold Coast (I know very little about Australia but I think this was close to where they trained) staring at her squad "Alright girls." Alessia and Ella looked around confused "oy Skipper where's the missus." Leah stiffened "eh she won't be here today I'm afraid its just me." Leah couldn't help but notice the way everyones head moved slightly to look at her hands before she looked at them confused clearing her throat "We eh, hum we broke up actually." Lucy turned looking at Kiera who couldn’t stop looking at the floor before looking back at Leah “please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did cause I swear to god Leah I’ll break your legs.” Leah looked at Lucy confused “what are you on about.” Lucy shook her head “did you cheat on Y/n.” All of the squad let out gasps as Leah’s eyes widened in shock “what the fuck Lucy no never, I ehm.” Leah began explaining how she had fucked up your relationship while the squad found themselves getting more upset at their skipper “so she’s not here then.” Alessia let out sadly Leah shook her head “she is flew over with my mum and I, she made a promise to be here for you guys and that’s what she’s done same for Jacob, she’ll be at every game and so will I.” The girls nodded before Mary spoke “you better fix this though Cap, that girl is the best thing to ever happen to you besides football.” Leah shook her head “no she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me full stop Mary, I know that now and trust me I’ll spend the rest of my life telling her that if it means she’ll give me another chance.” Lucy walked over grabbing Leah’s shoulder “you fuck this up again and I’ll kill you you understand.” Leah nodded before thanking the girls and leaving back to the hotel.

The first few matchs Amanda stood in between the pair of you until the first match of the round of 16, Amanda left to go to the toilet when Leah turned to look at you already catching you staring before she spoke “I never thanked you for coming.” You shook your head “I wouldn’t miss this for the world, but I have to say it’s odd not seeing you out there and instead here answering all of our questions like a pundit.” Leah laughed feeling the tension slip away “I’m.” You shook your head as Leah began to speak “I’m not ready for that yet, but I’m tired of is acting like strangers so while we are here for the rest of the tournament can we please go back to being friends.” Leah smiled her heart hammering “I’d love nothing more.” The rest of the game Amanda stood watching you both interact like best friends her heart filling with hope that maybe her family would come back together.

The final had arrived and Leah had been pacing the hotel floor for about an hour nerves and anxiety hammering her system that was until she felt a hand slip into her own finger interlocking and a head resting on her chest as she stood frozen “your alright Le, I’m not going anywhere.” Leah looked down at you before closing her eyes feeling herself relax before she began to imagine you both back in your relationship “ I’m not even playing and my nerves are shot.” You smiled hearing her heart beats fast rhythm “they are still your team injury or otherwise and this is still a very big game for your best friends your nervous for them to achieve their dream to show the world how powerful they are but your anxious about missing out on this opportunity and not living in the moment for them so do me a favour and forget about it and and just focus on us right here right now.” Leah stood frozen looking at you bewildered “how do you always know what’s going on in my head and how to fix it.” You smiled up at her “I’ve known you since before you where Leah Williamson Arsenal Academy player let alone England Captain I’ve loved you just as long it’s my job.” Leah closed her eyes once more relaxing into you getting lost in the imagination of you both reunited as lovers “thank you.” You nodded into her chest squeezing her hand “always Le.”

The girls lost and to say everyone was devastated but you couldn’t help but hold Leah as she cried into chest heartbroken for her team, for England. “I’m a bit biased but maybe they are just waiting on you aye.” Leah chuckled slightly pulling away from you clearing her eyes before shaking her head “I think you might be yeah.” You grabbed her hand intertwining them together “come on let’s go see the girls.”

Leah had hoped after you returned to England you might stay the same friends that is and to her hopes you did acting like the friends she once remembers you being before the late night kisses and lazy days spent cuddling.

Leah’s ACL journey had been progressing well and you had been texting her frequently sending words of encouragement as well as liking and reposting her milestone videos as you returned to training with Tegan and the girls preparing to move up in the league.

It had happened all at once and Leah felt as though she had been hit by a bus at the image of you sat with a girl she had never met arm wrapped around your waist and you leaned into her laughing. You where hers.. shit key word where, you had the freedom to date whoever you wanted but that didn’t stop Leah appearing on your doorstep at three in the morning covered in water from the heavy rain banging on your door. You trudged down the stairs swinging open the door before running your eyes in shock at a shivering Leah “I’m sorry I am so so so sorry Y/n.” Ignoring her babbling you pulled Leah into your house scolding her “are you crazy Le you could catch pneumonia in that weather.” Leah didn’t respond instead she continued to apologise as you looked at her confuse before pulling her into your arms before Leah cracked sobbing apologise into you chest “I’m so sorry Y/n oh my girl I’m so sorry please forgive me I can’t do this anymore my love please.” You looked at her confused before realising her words, sighing you squeezed her arm “come on Le let’s get you dried up and changed yeah.” Leah didn’t say anything just following your every move wrapping her arms around you.

You turned on the shower leaving to get towels before coming back “I’ll be just down stairs ok.” Leah grabbed her arm “please don’t leave please stay.” You nodded pointing to your bed “I’ll be just here ok.”

Leah came out a short time later finding you on the bed scrolling through your phone “I’m sorry .” You shook your head “it’s ok Le like I told you Always yeah.” Leah nodded siting beside you turning to look at you when you bumped her shoulder “I’m ready.” Leah looked at you confused “what.” You sighed “I’m ready now for your explanation for your apology all of it.” Leah sighed nodding “my words will never be enough to tell let alone show you how sorry I am.” You hummed in response “yeah but it’s a start.”

Leah sighed “I’m an idiot a selfish idiot who did something so stupid in front of her girlfriend who simply just wanted her efforts recuperated, who wanted to be shown she was loved and valued as much as she loves and values her partner.” You looked at the floor as Leah talked “y/n I have spent more of my life loving you than I have anything or anyone else, you have loved me just as much, you have celebrated me at my best and looked after me at my worst and supported me through it all.” Leah sighed grabbing you hand “and I’m so incredibly sorry for how I treated you in May. You didn’t deserve any of that, I messed up my priorities but I can promise you now I’ll never do anything like that again just please one more chance.” You sighed squeezing your hand “your right, I have loved you since before you signed the under 8s, I have loved you through it all and i will continue to do so but that girl who shouted at me in her parent’s kitchen who promised me an appearance at my final match day and then never showed is not the girl I fell in love with and I’m sorry Leah but until she returns I’m not giving you my head t just for you to break it again.” Leah sniffed “I can do that I can be the Leah you deserve.” You smiled kissing her cheek “come on let’s get to bed.” That night Leah slept on your chest taking in every breath you took.

Two months down the line and Leah was stood on the side of a field pitch screaming at you to push up and cheering when you did decked out in your New Jersey that she had specifically asked for. Leah had attended every match complete unprovoked and you could be more happier, the after match rituals often being either you or her ending up in one of your apartments watching I’m a celebrity.

But today everything changed Newport Pagnell where playing Notts County. Leah was stood next to her family and your parents cheering for your squad until you went down in the 75yh minute. You had been marked by to players who’s favourite line to use was no mercy and that came to light as one of them stook their foot between your legs knocking you forward as the other kicked right at your head clocking you head on. You dropped like a sack of potatoes as the entire Williamson/y/l/n support squad gasped before falling silent. Leah twitched wanting to run onto the pitch and pull you close but she could to shocked to move as Tegan appeared turning you over before shouting for an Ambulance. Leah didn’t care after that running on to the pitch to your side studding your bloody face. “Oh Y/n shit darling please wake up.” Leah knew how dangerous concussions where but she had never seen a head trauma like this “Tegan, where are the medics.” Tegan looked at Leah confused “it’s a Sunday league our manager is the medic with that stupid bag she needs an ambulance.” Leah nodded grabbing your hand staring at you “please darling I need you to wake up.”

A little while later the ambulance arrived assessing the situation before putting your unconscious body onto a back board and onto the stretcher Leah ran after you only to be stopped by the paramedics “sorry who are you to the patient.” Leah turned looking to your parents “her girlfriend im her girlfriend please.” The paramedics nodded pointing at the seat for Leah to sit in before closing the doors and taking off to the hospital.

You don’t remember closing your eyes or how you ended up in an unfamiliar place but you didn’t care all you wanted was Leah as you looked around the room desperately “hey hunny it’s ok relax your ok.” You looked at your mum shaking your head “Leah where is she I need her mum please.” Your mum nodded “ok ok I’ll call her she just went to get a drink ok hold on.”

Leah ran up the stairs before bursting through your room doors “I’m here I’m here.” Leah looked around the room panicking before spotting you wide awake “oh my love, I oh my god.” You stretched out your hand begging her to take it before pulling her towards your “you gave me such a fright Y/n I thought I’d lost you god please don’t do anything like that again.” You smiled up at the older girl hand playing with the hairs behind her neck “your here.” Leah nodded “I wasn’t leaving you no way not this time.” You smiled eyes beginning to fill with tears “I love you.” Leah nodded “I love you.” You shook your head at her words “no le I love you, I’m in love with you, I want you.” Leah looked at you shocked before feeling her self begin to smile “I’m getting a deja vu moment here.” You laugh “oh shush.” Leah laughed pulling your face closer “mine.” She whispered gently.” You sighed “only if you promise to look after my heart this time.” Leah nearly hit your head with how fast she nodded “I vow to you my one and only I will love you till the earth stops spinning and I will never treat you like that again it’s stupid I had to learn from a mistake in our relationship but I know now at you are my beginning and end my everything not that silly little game.” You laughed “hey I love that silly little game.” Leah smiled “more than me.” You shrugged “depends can you still kiss me as well as you used to.” Leah laughed “kiss me and find out.” Before pulling you into a passionate kiss “I love you till the earth stops spinning yeah.” You smiled “I love you to the stars coming calling Le.”

[alotofpockets]

My jersey | Katie McCabe

Pairing: Katie McCabe x Reader

Prompt: "You're wearing my jersey."

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | words: 1k

When Katie asked you to come back to Ireland with her to visit her family, you were very excited as it was a big step in your relationship. However, now that you had landed in Ireland, you were only feeling nervous. “They are going to love you.” Katie reassured you one more time before entering her childhood home. Your girlfriend had a big family but the following week it would be mostly her parents and her younger sister Lauryn at the house. 

As Katie predicted, her parents loved you, and you got along great. They made Katie’s favorite meal for her coming home dinner, which according to Sharon was a tradition they created years ago. You thought it was a very sweet tradition and were happy to participate with the amazing food that was served. The first day of your stay was short, since you landed pretty late, so after dinner you played some games with her family before calling it a night.

The next morning you wake up before Katie, you get up and look around her childhood bedroom, something you didn’t get to last night. Her shelves are full of trophies and medals, and the wall above her dresser is filled with pictures of her with her family and friends. Your eyes land on one with her and Lauryn, both decked out in muddy soccer gear, paired with big smiles. “Good morning, baby.” Katie says from behind you. “Good morning, darling.” You quickly make your way back to the bed for some morning cuddles, placing soft kisses on her lips once you’re under the covers again. 

Katie has a meeting with her national team coaches today, which she was currently getting ready for. “Are you sure you’ll be fine here? I would take you with me if I could, I promise.” Katie asks for the fifth time this morning. “Yes, darling, I will be fine. Now go, you’re going to be late.” You say while practically dragging her out of her bedroom. 

Once Katie was out the door you realized that her sister was looking a bit sad, you sat down on the couch with her. “Hey, Lauryn, is everything alright?” You ask her. “It’s fine.” She quickly shoots back but you could read on her face that it wasn’t. “Okay, I won’t push but know that you can talk to me if you want to.” You were about to stand up to give the girl some space, when she started to confide in you. “Katie promised to help me practice but now she’s here but is in meetings, and you’re here. No offense of course, I’m very glad that Katie has found someone, and you’re really nice, I just meant that I know she will want to spend time with you.” You nod along to what she shares. “Well, two things. First of all, Katie has been talking about you the whole week. How far you’ve come with soccer already, how proud she is of you, and how excited she is to play with you.” You give Lauryn a moment to let the first part sink in before you continue. “Second of all, I know family is very important to Katie, and I would never stand in between that. I want you to know that my relationship with your sister does not change anything for your relationship with her. You need her, and she will be there, that will never change. Not that she would in the first place, but I would never let her break any promise that she made to you.” You managed to get a smile back on Lauryn’s face. “Thank you, y/n. I needed that.” You share a quick hug. 

“Hey, I know I’m no Katie McCabe, captain of the Ireland national team, but I’ve got some experience being on the England national team and all.” You joke, “Would you like to go to the field and kick the ball around?” You both head to your rooms to change, meeting back downstairs. 

When Katie gets back she only finds her mom there. “Hi mum, have you seen y/n?” Her mom smiles, knowing her daughter had found a good one, having overheard your earlier conversation with Lauryn. “Yeah, y/n and Lauryn went to the field a little over an hour ago.” Katie thanks her mother before heading to the field.

She realizes that neither one of you had noticed her yet, so she took that time to admire the scene in front of her. You were running drills with her sister. Showing Lauryn a technique and then helping her perfect it. The interaction with her sister wasn't the only thing she was admiring. She was also admiring you in the jersey you were wearing. An Ireland jersey with her name and number on the back. 

She snaps a quick picture before she shoots the ball that had come rolling her way back your way, successfully hitting the back of the net. Both you and Lauryn turn around to see who took the shot, you smile when you see Katie. “Show off!” You yell her way.

You meet her half way, while Lauryn continues working on the technique you just showed her. “Hi darling. How was your meeting?” You say before placing a kiss to her cheek. “It was good, they wanted my opinion on some potential new recruits.” While Katie talks about the meeting, you notice she keeps looking at your outfit with a doped grin. “What's got you smiling like that, darling?” You ask pretending you don't know the reason. 

"You're wearing my jersey." She states, still checking you out. “I like it.” She quickly pecks your lips, before running off to join her sister on the field. Seeing you wearing her national team jersey felt so special to her, especially since you play for a different country. 

You spend the rest of the afternoon on the field with Katie and Lauryn, only heading back when it was time for dinner. The food was amazing, once again. All the nerves about meeting Katie's family had dissolved after meeting them, they made you feel right at home.

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[benedictscanvas]

be still, my foolish heart [1] - jamie tartt x reader

pairing: jamie tartt x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

series warnings: lots of language throughout, some allusions to smut but nothing explicit, a LOT of fucking fluff mostly ngl

a/n: eeeek i have been furiously writing this the last few days and now that a few chapters are done i'm desperate to share. chapters will be out regularly, every couple of days or so. really hope you lot enjoy this one, i'm so grateful for all the recent love <3

series summary: when jamie gets called up to the england team for the first time, he's terrified. enter you, all smiles and swearing, and suddenly his only fear is falling head over boots for you.

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chapter one: to be alone with you

Jamie hadn’t found himself this nervous in quite a while. He’d been worried when he came back to Richmond of course - trying to prove to his team that he’d changed, that he was there for the right reasons, was a challenge. But he’d overcome it and now he had a family for the rest of his life. He thought very little could make him properly nervous anymore.

That was until he was sat in his childhood home, clutching his mum for dear life as they waited for the England team to be officially announced, refreshing the page over and over and over again on his phone. When it appeared at 2pm like clockwork and his eyes scanned the list of forwards only to find the name Jamie Tartt as clear as day, he was up in a moment, him and his mum screaming as they hugged each other and bounced around the room.

It had been the same at Richmond the next day, the congratulations coming thick and fast. He was overwhelmed and excited and eager to chat to every single person who’d listen to him about his dream coming true, but the nerves only kicked in when he was sat in a car with tinted windows a couple of weeks later, arriving at the training ground for his first ever training sessions, which would turn into his first ever England matches in just a few weeks time.

He didn’t know anyone here apart from a few Manchester City players who he had never said goodbye to, so he had no idea what they’d think of him. Sometimes, on a not-so-good day, his mind would wander to the idea of his old City mates laughing together about the shit he’d gotten up to the night before on Lust Conquers All. He hated thinking about it. He knew seeing their faces again would make him think about it more.

It had only been a few days but he missed Sam. Isaac and Colin and Beard and Ted and Keeley and Roy. Roy would have something so simultaneously horrible and inspiring to say to him right now. Richmond had become such a family, it was difficult to imagine playing football with anyone else.

“This is it, Mr Tartt,” the driver says, and that makes him feel even worse because Mr Tartt is his dad and he is not his dad. He hadn’t even realised they’d pulled into a car park.

“Just Jamie, yeah?” he says rather than running away as he gets out of the car. The man smiled, passed him the suitcase that had been sat in the boot of the car and drove off without a word. Now he was really alone.

He pulled his headphones from around his neck and placed them on his head, putting the playlist that the boys had curated for him back on. Ted had made everyone make a playlist for the boys on international duty over the summer, ‘somethin’ to remind you of home’, he’d said, and Jamie had honestly thought it was weird.

Now he was listening to ‘Adventure of a Lifetime’ by Coldplay, added to the playlist by none other than Ted himself, and he had to admit - it was catchy. And it reminded him of home.

He looked around for the entrance and spotted one other young man who he recognised from Liverpool making his way in at an entrance to his left, so he made a beeline for it.

He was just reaching the doors when a woman leaned into his eyeline just enough to catch his attention, just ahead of the doors. He was quick to tear the headphones from his head to avoid looking rude - it was his worst fear.

“Sorry, did ya say somethin’?” he asked, trying to wear a bright smile even if he knew it would come off a little worn. You appeared unphased, wearing a far brighter grin that he knew he could ever manage. It was warm; you were warm. And incredibly pretty, even though he was less keen on how quickly he noticed that.

“I tried to tell them that this whole thing would be a bit awkward when you had headphones on,” you said, and as he stepped closer to have a conversation, it was easier to notice that you were actually quite flustered, the bright grin masking some embarrassment, “I’m part of the PR team, we’re just doing some content for the Instagram. Ask the players what music they’re listening to when they walk in, people go crazy for it. If you’re trying to become the summer’s heartthrob, I recommend saying Taylor Swift.”

“They’re supposed to tell the truth!” a man beside you piped up, all nasal, but Jamie barely spared him a glance. He was still a little caught up in how pretty you really were the closer he got. You were very fucking pretty now that he was a couple of metres away, leaning on the handle of his suitcase. He scolded himself for even thinking about flirting with you.

You, now looking at the man who’d spoken as if you’d just remembered he was there. You cleared your throat.

“No, I know, sorry. I was just fucking with you,” you confirmed, turning back to Jamie, then wincing, “Playing with you, I mean. I swear I’m a very professional person and I don’t swear that much. At work.”

Jamie only realised a few moments into the silence that you were waiting for him to speak. He could feel the heat in his cheeks he had been desperate to keep at bay.

“I swear all the time,” he said, already kicking himself for how stupid that sounded, “Work or no work. Swear as much as you fuckin’ like.”

He can see at least a bit of your embarrassment leaking away, so maybe it hadn’t been such a stupid thing to say after all.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say, head tilted in a way Jamie can only describe as fuckin’ adorable. All too quickly, you seem to snap back into work mode, “Anyway, Brian’s right. The truth would be preferable, but if the truth is Taylor Swift, good for you! Any chance you’d be willing to walk backwards a bit, then pretend to do this again for the camera?”

You had the decency to look embarrassed, again, to be asking, but he was quite sure he’d do whatever you wanted him to with those wide, pleading eyes of yours. Just the little kindness you’d provided had washed away a lot of the deep-seated fear he’d been feeling just moments prior. He’d do what he could to repay the favour.

“Yeah, ‘course, whatever you need. Just walk up, pretend I hear your question with me headphones on and then…answer?”

“You’re a natural, Jamie Tartt,” you offer up, signalling who he assumed was Brian to raise his camera back up and get ready. He can’t help himself, just like with his driver, although this time he hopes he won’t get blanked.

“Just Jamie, eh? Less syllables, an’ that.”

You nod and almost look impressed, but he can’t imagine why.

“I’m almost sure Just Jamie is the same number of syllables as Jamie Tartt actually,” you argue, and he almost thinks you’re serious until you break out in that big, bright grin again and he feels like he’s 16, “Sorry. Fucking with you again. You can call me Just Y/N if you like.”

Y/N. Suits you, he thinks. Almost as much as that shade of blue does, all rich and Richmond-esque. He’s sure he’s got a team shirt somewhere that matches that exact colour.

“It’s nice meeting ya, Just Y/N,” he says, then realises how much he’s smiling and needs to do something about it, “And you, Brian. It’s great to be ‘ere, actually, just in general like.”

You nod, kind. Brian does a signal Jamie doesn’t understand, but he walks back a few paces anyway and puts his headphones back on. This time, when you step forward to stop him, he knows what you’ve asked without hearing it and takes his headphones off with a genuine smile at you.

“Oh, this?” he says, making sure he doesn’t smirk when you giggle behind the camera at his acting, “Whole Richmond gang made a playlist for us international lot. Ted, the gaffer, he put a lot of inspirational stuff, you know? Right now it’s Adventure of a Lifetime, the one by Coldplay.”

He’s not sure if he’s meant to say all that or just say the name of the song, and he’s ready to ask if he should start over before Brian signals that he’s cut the camera and you’re gaping at him.

“Okay, I know I put it in your head that you could lie, but you’re actually telling the truth, right?”

Brian scoffs. The prick within Jamie wishes Brian didn’t exist.

“That was worse than just saying Taylor Swift to impress girls,” he mutters, and you make a face that only Jamie sees. You don’t like Brian either and he already likes having something in common with you.

“I know you think that music went downhill after the 1960s, Brian, but no need to take it out on literally everyone who comes through here today. We’re meant to be a fun greeting crew! Why don’t you go get a snickers or something?”

Brian looked disgruntled throughout your speech until you suggested a snickers - clearly the way to the man’s heart. He was turning and speed-walking to the what Jamie assumed was the nearest vending machine in no time.

Now you were pretty and assertive. A deadly combination in Jamie’s eyes, particularly when paired with the fact that he was now pretty sure you were Brian’s boss. You were staring after Brian reproachfully, with a bit of that embarrassment back that Jamie was desperate to rid you of.

“Uh, it was true, by the way,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck, “I can go again if you don’t want me to say that much, or-“

“No! No no, that was-“ you shake your head in a disbelief he doesn’t understand, “Brian’s been like this forever. Please don’t take it personally. I’ve been trying not to all morning.”

“It’s okay, really,” he tries to reassure you, “He works for you?”

He can see the smirk that you try to hide. It’s endearing.

“No, not technically. I like that you think so, though,” you smile, a real one again, just as he’d hoped, “I don’t normally work with Brian, he’s usually a match cameraman, not so much PR. I was just a woman down today.”

Jamie leans in, all conspiratorial, because he simply cannot help it.

“You pulled the small straw, huh?”

You giggle a little and he can feel himself puffing up with pride.

“Short straw, you mean?” you laugh, and some of that pride deflates in his chest. He could have sworn it was small, “Either way, yes. Very much so. I’ll be glad when Tiff’s back at it.”

“So when ya said that you were part of the PR team…you actually meant that y’ run it, right?”

“Guilty. What gave me away?”

“Just an air about ya,” Jamie says, because he doesn’t have a fucking clue what to say. You seem to like his answer, ducking your head a little in a way that’s driving Jamie to distraction, so he decides he’s definitely getting in over his head here. He’d already decided he was not going to flirt. It was a terrible idea, “Anyway, I’ve taken up enough of y’ time. Are y’ sure me bit was okay?”

You look startled at the mention of how much time he’s taken up, like you haven’t even thought about it. Soon enough, that ducked head is gone, replaced by the shoulders back, head up attitude that you’d greeted him with, the one that had told him you were in charge. Professional. He couldn’t decide which version he liked more.

“It was perfect, they’ll love it. Such a great story, even better that it’s true,” you confirm, then you add, like you’ve been holding it in, “Richmond ‘til we die, right?”

He actually feels his heart skip, just for a moment: a moment that tells him he’s absolutely fucked. You look like you’ve just told him the biggest secret of the century and he can’t help but believe you. 

“You-“ he’s too breathy, has to cough to correct himself, “You’re a Richmond fan? Or do ya have to say that to all of us?”

“I’m not supposed to say that to any of you,” you grin, “We’re supposed to keep club level allegiances to ourselves. We’re all one England team and all that. But, you know, star striker tells you the most adorable story about your hometown club, it’s pretty hard not to tell them. Think you can keep it to yourself?”

He’d definitely do whatever you asked of him right now. He wants to go and call Keeley right away, but he already knows what she’ll say. Bad idea: wrong place, wrong time, wrong woman. She’d be right. He shakes aside all thoughts of any harmless flirting with the exceedingly kind, exceedingly pretty Richmond fan. 

“Me lips are sealed,” he says, and he mimes it. He even throws the invisible key in your direction and watches you pretend to struggle to catch it, then mime swallowing it yourself. You finish with a rather convincing gulp then nod at him, like you've just entered a blood pact. He nods back, matching the serious energy.

“Enjoy England camp, Just Jamie,” you say, still with an air of fake seriousness the two of you are keeping up. He wants to shake your hand, continue to play pretend, but there’s the sound of a suitcase behind him and he knows you have work to do. He hopes you don’t like anyone's music choice more than his.

“See ya around, Just Y/N.”

You both nod again and it’s getting a bit stupid now but the two of you seem to want to keep it up. He tries ever so hard not to look back at you once he’s inside, and he almost manages it until he hears you talking to the next arrival. He turns to see you in full professional flow…

With two of his old City teammates.

It’s a bucket of cold water over his head. One pretty girl to greet him and he’s managed to use it as a distraction, a way of forgetting all his doubts, worries, fears. Seeing the two City guys brings them back full force, so he glances back at you once more, then turns to delve further into the training complex, hoping to find another face as friendly as yours.

There’s a voice in his head telling him that would be impossible, but he doesn’t want to listen to it right now.

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if you got this far, i fucking love you <3 oneshot/drabble requests remain open for sexy little jamie tartt and his grumpy bestie roy!!

[dexastres]

all i want for christmas is you, eduardo camavinga

face claim : renée downer, childhood friends to lovers

warnings : angst & fluff

summary : eduardo takes care of ayana instead of celebrating christmas eve with his family.

wc : 1907

christmas was two days ago, but who cares

Sunday, December 22

“What are your plans for the holidays?” Aurélien asked as he, Jude and Eduardo made their way back to the dressing room after their win against Sevilla.

“My mum and I are going back to England since Jobe doesn't have a Christmas break." Jude replied, stifling a yawn. "Also, my parents and I will be going to his game on Boxing Day. But honestly, I’m just looking forward to getting some rest before my body starts to fall apart.” His comment made his friend laugh, as they shared the exact same sentiment. With an increasingly tight calendar, they were more than happy to have a break, even if it was only for seven days—which almost felt like a luxury.

“I’ll be spending the holidays in France with my family. Ayana should be back from her tour, so it’ll be nice to see her again.” Eduardo said, a warm and tender smile lighting up his face, looking forward to seeing his childhood friend after a long period. Their busy lives rarely allowed them to see each other, making every moment spent together all the more precious in his eyes.

Aurélien and Jude exchanged a knowing glance, revealing their unspoken thoughts. The soft expression on their friend’s face and the way he talked about Ayana said a lot more than he intended. His feelings for her were painfully obvious. And despite the few times they had seen her, they could tell she liked Eduardo. However, the latter was too oblivious to notice.

“You know,” Jude began, slipping his arm around the Frenchman’s shoulders. “Christmas is around the corner; it would be the perfect occasion to ask her to be your girlfriend.” Eduardo rolled his eyes and pushed him away with an annoyed gesture.

“Yeah, and who knows? Maybe she likes you too.” Aurélien added. “But you’ll never know if you don’t ask.”

“Listen, If you had the guts to ask Ayana to be your first kiss when you were 16, you can definitely do this too.” Jude remarked, earning a sigh from Eduardo. His teammate had a point, but he refused to admit it.

“Ugh, you guys are so annoying.” Eduardo groaned and pushed the door to the dressing room. He knew his friends were trying to help, but the thought of Ayana rejecting him wouldn’t leave his mind.

“What if she doesn’t feel the same way?” he whispered, his voice barely audible. His heart ached at the thought.

Later, in the evening, Eduardo was lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn’t stop thinking about his conversation with Jude and Aurélien. He hated to admit it, but their points were valid, and he couldn’t ignore them. The problem was, his bond with Ayana had grown so strong over the years that their families began celebrating Christmas and New Year’s together. And Eduardo didn’t want to ruin his friendship with Ayana, or make things weird for everyone.

“Why did I fall for her out of all the people on this stupid planet?” Still, bottling up his feelings was exhausting. His heart ached every time she talked about guys she found attractive, or she might have a crush on. Eduardo hated these feelings of hopelessness, sadness, and jealousy that plagued him for years. He wanted to make her smile, to make her laugh, and to be the one she kissed.

“Who would have thought that a simple kiss could change everything?” He thought. A sigh slipped past his lips. Unspoken words and unrequited love consumed his thoughts, a silent agony known only to him.

Eduardo closed his eyes, feeling the weight of exhaustion take over his body. Just before falling asleep, his phone rang in the silence of his room, pulling him back from the edge of slumber. He reached for the device on the bedside table and couldn’t help but smile when he saw the name on the screen. His heart raced, especially after what his friends had told him, but he decided to push those thoughts aside for a moment. With a tired gesture, Eduardo accepted the FaceTime call.

“Hey, how are you?” She asked with a radiant smile lighting up her face. However, Eduardo noticed her voice sounded different than usual; it seemed hoarse, as if she had been shouting all day. His eyes lingered on her face, and her complexion looked paler than usual.

“I’m fine, just a bit tired. What’s up with your voice?”

“Oh, it’s just a sore throat.” She shrugged. “I’ve had a lot to do today: last-minute gift shopping, wrapping, running errands for my mom, helping her cook and clean. I didn’t have time to drink water today, but I’ve been drinking a lot since finishing everything. I’ll be fine by tomorrow." Ayana assured him, but Eduardo wasn’t convinced, though. She had a habit of overworking herself, refusing to rest when she needed it. The young man had hoped she would take it easy after returning from her tour, but he was mistaken.

“By the way, your mom asked me to pick you up at the airport tomorrow. What time does your flight leave?”

“At 8 PM, but it’s fine, I’ll ask my brother to pick me up. You should be resting.” Eduardo said. Ayana wanted to protest, but she saw no point in doing that; the young man wouldn’t back out of his decision.

“Fine,” she sighed. “Well, I’ll have to go now, the girls are calling me. See you on Tuesday, since I doubt we’ll have the chance to see each other tomorrow.” She ended their FaceTime call, and joined the call with her best friends, Stella and Jorja.

Tuesday, December 24

The holidays were Eduardo’s favourite time of the year because it was a moment where he could finally rest and spend time with his family and friends. It was only a matter of time before going back to training, but he preferred to ignore that for the moment. This year, his family hosted Christmas Eve. They beautifully decorated their house for the occasion. Food was on the table, and presents were under the tree. However, Ayana was nowhere to be seen.

“Unfortunately, she won’t be able to celebrate with us this year.” Eduardo’s smile dropped, and his happiness disappeared in a heartbeat. These words hit him like a slap in the face. He stared at Ayana’s mother in complete disbelief. His brain refused to register this information. He hoped that it was a joke, but her serious expression suggested otherwise.

“Why?” Sadness filled the young man’s voice. Ayana’s mother pressed her lips together before hugging Eduardo. Her heart clenched with pain.

“Aya caught a cold, and a fever was starting to set in. She wanted to come, but I told her to stay home and rest. I’m sorry. I know you were looking forward to seeing her.” She said, gently releasing her embrace.

“No need to apologise. It’s fine.” Eduardo replied before turning to his mother. “Do you mind if I spend the evening with Ayana? I don’t want her to spend Christmas Eve alone.”

His mother gave in effortlessly. She knew how important Ayana was to her son and couldn’t forbid him from going to see her. Eduardo smiled, revealed by her answer. “Thanks, mom, I love you.”

He planted a tender kiss on her cheek before making his way up the stairs, his heart a little lighter. Once in his room, Eduardo reached for his backpack and packed some essential items, anticipating the possibility of spending the night at her place. He went back downstairs and sneaked into the kitchen to get some food for Ayana, then said goodbye to everyone before heading to his car.

Meanwhile, Ayana was watching a movie. She felt a bit strange returning to her parents’ house now that she had an apartment of her own in London. The young woman sighed, annoyed at having to stay home while everyone was celebrating. She would have asked Stella or Jorja to keep her company if they weren’t in a different country. She could also ask Eduardo, but the conversation she’d had with the girls a few days ago kept nagging at the back of her mind.

Her friends had made her realise something she had always refused to admit, but Ayana had to face the truth; she loved Eduardo. However, the thought that he might not feel the same way crept into her mind, along with the fear of ruining their friendship if she confessed her feelings to him.

“Why did I have to fall in love with him, of all people on this planet?” She whispered, wrapping herself tightly in her blanket. The doorbell rang, interrupting her thoughts. She froze. She wasn't expecting anyone at such a late hour. Shortly afterwards, her phone rang, and Eduardo’s name appeared on the screen. Ayana frowned before answering.

“Hey, could you open the door? It’s a bit cold outside.” He said, with a light laugh. Ayana hung up, then opened the front door for Eduardo. She looked at him, confusion in her eyes, wondering what he was doing here. Still, she let him in before he too fell ill.

“Your mom told me you were sick, so I decided to spend Christmas Eve here with you so you wouldn’t be alone. I should have told you before I arrived because you hate surprises, but you would have told me to stay home and have fun. I just couldn’t shake the thoughts of you being alone.” Eduardo said as he removed his coat and shoes. He followed Ayana to the living room and thought about what Jude had told him.

“Christmas would be the perfect occasion to ask her to be your girlfriend.” Eduardo sighed as he sat down on the couch. He took a deep breath. His heart was racing, but he had to do it.

“Actually, I also wanted to tell you something." He scratched the back of his neck. "We’ve known each other for a very long time. We’ve been through a lot together. We’ve watched each other grow, and I’ll always be grateful to have you by my side. You were my first kiss, and that’s something I’ll never forget. At the time, I didn’t know it would mean so much in my life. At 16, I just wanted to fit into a mold. I wanted to be like all the others, the ones who already had theirs. I felt weird, like I was missing something. I didn’t know that a simple kiss could change everything, but it did, in a good way. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is… I like you.” Eduardo felt as if a weight had lifted from his shoulders.

Ayana chuckled softly. “If you’re going to confess your feelings, at least look me in the eye, not my lips.” She gently cupped his face with her hands and leaned in close to his ear.

“If you want to kiss me, you just have to ask.” She said, then paused, realising what she had just said. “Actually, don’t do that, or you’ll get sick.”

Eduardo let out a quiet chuckle. "If you think that’s enough to stop me, you’re mistaken."

“Well then, what are you waiting for?” Ayana smiled. Eduardo gently placed a hand on her cheek and leaned in. The kiss began softly, almost hesitantly, but grew more confident.

“Would you like to be my girlfriend?” He asked, out of breath.

[sleekervae]

New York Romantic .6

Masterlist

a/n: Hi everyone, thanks again for your patience! This chapter is a little shorter and there's not as much dialogue as there is a lot of dancing. I had a lot of fun researching some of the dances for the Nutcracker ballet, and while I hoped to have this chapter up by Christmas, March 1st isn't so bad either 😅

pairing: Tom Blyth x ballerina!oc

summary: tom attends noelle's recital

word count: 2,759

taglist: @watercolorskyy @carolanns-world @alana4610

Tom wasn't so sure how he found himself sitting across from Noelle's family at a local breakfast eatery, somewhere along his morning Franca had insisted that he come along. And it went without saying that he was grateful for the meal, it had been a while since Tom had the privilege of eating out while on his student budget.

Maurice was an investment banker who worked for a smaller banking branch in Maine, tall with a shiny bald head, a seasoned gentleman of respectable stature with deep smile lines and wise eyes. Meanwhile Franca was an architect, a lavish yet simply dressed woman with long auburn hair, and freckles were scattered across her cheeks and nose. Chiara was a couple years younger then Noelle, her curly hair was much more reminiscent of her mother's but it was easy to draw facial comparisons between the cousins. She was a senior at some fancy private school, and whatever was on her phone proved to be much more interesting then conversation with the table crowd.

"So, Tom," Maurice looked to him as he stirred his tea, "Have you always wanted to get into show business?" he asked.

"Not at first," Tom replied, "I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do at first, but my mum signed me up for some drama classes and my father worked in the film industry, so it all just kind of fell into place,"

"And where'd you grow up in England?" Franca asked, resting her chin on her locked fingers.

"York,"

"Oh, lovely! It's just North of Leeds, yes?"

"That's right,"

"Maurice and I were debating where to go for our fifteenth wedding anniversary, and I've heard such lovely things about that town," she said, "Alas, we settled on Marseilles and toured a bit through Southern France,"

"That sounds beautiful!" Tom awed, glancing Noelle's way, "Did you go, too?"

Noelle shook her head, "Nope, Chiara and I were manning the house for two weeks," she replied.

"It was so peaceful," Chiara added, her gaze still fixed on her phone. Maurice cleared his throat abruptly, staring down his daughter as she swiftly got the hint and put her phone away.

"Anyway," he then grumbled, "What do you want to do when you graduate, Tom? Theatre? Movies?"

"Movies, ideally. But I'd be open to wherever the wind blows me," he replied.

"I went to see his improv show last week," Noelle said, "He was really good!"

Tom shrugged, praying his cheeks wouldn't tinge, "I -- I mean I was okay..."

Noelle cocked her head down, giving him a playful glare, "Oh, c'mon. You were great. And I say so, so it must be true," she grinned. He couldn't help it then, Tom averted his gaze to his plate but nonetheless he was blushing.

Chiara scoffed under her breath, "You two are just adorable," she muttered sarcastically.

Tom watched Noelle roll her eyes, never the less her fingers fidgeted as she went to pick up her coffee cup. A sip of something to quell his dry throat sounded like a good idea, a pleasant cooling off before Tom could find himself swept up in the memory of that kiss yet again.

"Anyway," Franca cut in, "How's Bianca doing, Noelle?"

"Good!" Noelle nodded quickly, thankful the spotlight was off her for the moment, "She made it Maine just before the snow storm hit,"

"Is she gonna be back in time for the showcase?" Chiara asked.

"She's supposed to be back the morning of,"

Tom raised a brow, "Why didn't she leave after the showcase?" he asked.

Noelle shrugged listlessly, "She likes Christmas in Manhattan better,"

"-- Is Derek gonna come down?" Chiara asked, her interest seemingly peaking more than it had all morning. Derek was Bianca's older brother, as Noelle had told previously.

"I guess we'll find out," Noelle replied.

Maurice's gaze narrowed, "And if he were, what would you have in common with a twenty-six-year-old college drop out, anyway?" he asked gruffly.

Franca swiftly elbowed her husband, an urgent smile plastered to her lips as she stared him down pointedly, "Perhaps we can find something more relevant to talk about?" she suggested, turning back to Tom, "Have you been to any of the ballet recitals, Tom?"

Tom shook his head, "I haven't yet. This will be my first," he replied.

"We're so excited to see it. This will be Noelle's first big part in a production," she beamed.

Maurice nodded along, cutting into his egg-white omelette, "She's our little Sugar Plum Fairy!" he awed. None of them paid attention to Chiara's eye-roll.

Noelle grimaced, a bashful grin befalling her as Tom turned to her, "You didn't tell me that," he said.

She shrugged back sheepishly, "... Oh... didn't I?" she chuckled.

"No, you did not," he drawled back, "That's fantastic!"

"Well -- I still have a lot of practice to do before Friday, so we'll see," Noelle didn't like drawing too much attention to herself in that rhetoric. She was grateful for the opportunity, though nevertheless she knew the recital wasn't all about her.

"Are you gonna do her makeup, Chiara?" Franca asked her daughter.

Chiara shrugged back, glancing at her cousin, "Do you want me to do your makeup?"

"Of course I do!" Noelle nodded, "I'm no where near as good as you,"

"Alright, sure then," Chiara barely got the words out as she turned to her phone once again.

Maurice took the conversation again, folding his hands before his plate and twitching his nose, "Tom, why don't you join us on Wednesday? We reserved a box for four,"

"It'll be a great view of the stage," Franca added.

Tom was flattered, though he didn't want to impose, "Oh, I don't -- I don't want to intrude on you guys like that,"

Franca shook her head, "Please, it's not intruding if we invite you -- that's what my mother always used to say, anyhow," she chuckled.

"Have you bought your ticket?" Maurice asked.

"Yes," Tom replied.

"Well then, you're already set up," he told him, "I insist, and we can head out for dinner after,"

Tom turned to Noelle, her smile was bordering on confident, but she hoped that he wouldn't feel too pressured. After all, she knew her family could be a bit much and they had all only just met. But he didn't see the harm; her family was so nice and the view of the stage was promised to be excellent. And if it meant having a better view of Noelle, who was he to pass that up?

"Alright, if you're sure I'll be happy join you," he decided.

Friday was the twenty-third, and despite Christmas Day being just around the corner, the hustle and bustle of New York never stopped. Neither did the cold. It hadn't snowed again but the nefarious east coast arctic fronts swept through the streets; icicles were formed off of passing trucks and the sidewalks and roads were awash in various colours of crushed melting salts. And the cold certainly didn't deter eager shoppers to tick off last minute Christmas gifts from their lists.

Tom wasn't sure what he was supposed to wear to a ballet recital, he didn't want to overdress but he certainly didn't want to look sloppy either. His mum had shipped over some more clothes a couple weeks prior, nicer slacks, dress shirts, a couple pairs of shoes that definitely weren't ice-friendly. Nevertheless, he settled for a white t-shirt and blazer jacket sat over some dark jeans, and his trainers that at least wouldn't send him skidding with one wrong move.

The last few days had flown by rather quickly, and surprisingly, Tom always found that he had something to do. Usually hanging out with Jordan; he introduced Tom to a plethora of video games ranging from Super Mario to Zelda. It was one of the few things Tom found Jordan didn't complain about. And when they weren't inside playing video games, they were out exploring Times Square.

And this worked out quite well because when Noelle wasn't spending time with her family, she was always rehearsing. But in the evenings they would spend time together, watch more movies and just relax. Tom was practicing his cooking skills as well, nothing too fancy but he perfected how to cook salmon in a pan and boiling rice. Noelle was grateful too, especially as her muscles ached from her practice. The more time they spent together, the more fascinated they became with each other.

The campus was typically closed for the holidays, making exceptions for shows such as this. Audience members were lined up just outside the auditorium door, shielded from the cold within campus but still bundled up in long or heavy coats, scarves and hats.

Tom found Noelle's family already settled in their balcony seats, Franca spotted him first and waved him down. And just as Maurice had said, there was an excellent view of the stage from their spot. The heavy red curtain was drawn over the stage, dim mood light reflecting off the material and back on the shadowy faces mingling in the crowd.

Backstage meanwhile was a calamity mess, stage hands rushing to finish prop placement, sets, and stage cues. The ballerinas were also making their last minute touch ups, makeup, hair, tutus, dusting their slippers in rosin and some even sewing their tights and ribbons to their slippers to keep everything snug and in place. Noelle however was dawdling behind the curtain, peaking out through the sliver at the side to skim over obscure faces.

It was a delicate balance, trying to locate her family without being too conspicuous, but after a bit of searching, she spotted them. Chiara was engrossed in her phone, bathed in the soft glow of the screen, while Uncle Maurice struggled to free himself from his coat. Aunt Franca was deep in conversation with Tom, who, despite the dim lighting, seemed to blend into the shadows effortlessly, though he appeared to be holding his own in their lively discussion. Noelle's stomach was aflutter, not from the performance unfolding before her, but from the sight of Tom. Her attention was fixed on him, and the magic of the evening's entertainment paled in comparison.

"Noelle!" Stanis' voice bellowed behind her, he was storming her way as Noelle turned, "Pre-show in two minutes!"

Tom found Franca fascinating. She was a captivating woman, full of vibrant tales from her travels to exotic locales. Her stories were peppered with encounters with intriguing characters from whom she had negotiated for unique souvenirs to add to her collection. Nevertheless, Tom's anticipation grew as he eagerly awaited the start of the show. His eyes couldn't help but flicker towards the curtain, eager to catch a glimpse of Noelle as the curtain would lift. His curiosity and excitement were palpable, adding to the charged atmosphere of the evening.

And sure enough the lights dimmed down to near darkness, a single spotlight illuminating a spot on the curtains. The theater was alive with excitement as the curtains rose, revealing a beautifully adorned stage set for "The Nutcracker" ballet. Tom sat back in his seat, his eyes wide with anticipation, taking in the magical scene unfolding before him. The stage was transformed into a winter wonderland, with a backdrop of snow-covered trees that stretched up to a starry sky. The stage was lit with a soft, moonlit glow, casting a magical aura over the scene. Glittering snowflakes fell gently from above, adding to the enchantment of the setting. The dancers moved gracefully across the stage, each step perfectly choreographed to Tchaikovsky's enchanting music.

The Miniature March Dance began, and the stage came alive with the lively and charming movements of the young dancers. They moved with precision and grace, their movements synchronized to the playful notes of the music. The choreography was intricate, with the dancers forming intricate formations and patterns, showcasing their skill and talent. Tom was captivated by the youthful exuberance of the performers, as were the audience, and the dance brought a smile to everyone's face.

As the performance unfolded, Tom found his eyes repeatedly drawn to Noelle, who gracefully moved among the dancers. Clad in a celestial white gown, she seemed to float across the stage, her every movement a dance of ethereal beauty. While she was currently a background presence in the performance, Tom couldn't help but be mesmerized by her presence, captivated by her effortless grace and enchanting allure.

Next came the Arabian Dance, and Bianca took centre stage. A hush fell over the audience. She was a vision of grace and lithe elegance, moving with a captivating fluidity that mesmerized all who watched. Her every movement was deliberate and confident, exuding a subtle but undeniable aura of cockiness.

Bianca's performance was a masterclass in control and precision, her movements perfectly synchronized to the haunting melody of the music. As she danced, she seemed to command the stage, drawing the audience into her world with a confident allure that was impossible to ignore. The Arabian Dance was no easy feat and Tom had to give Bianca credit where credit was due, however he couldn't help but feel slightly unnerved as her gaze always seemed to land on him time and time again.

Soon enough it was Noelle's time to shine. As the familiar notes of the Sugar Plum Fairy dance began to fill the theatre, Tom's gaze was immediately drawn to Noelle, who had taken centre stage. She looked radiant in her tutu, rose gold detailing shimmering in the lights, her gorgeous long hair tied back in a sleek up-do, and a delicate, shiny tiara placed upon her head. She looked like a true princess, her every movement a testament to her skill and grace. Despite the beauty of the dance unfolding before him, Tom found it impossible to tear his eyes away from Noelle, his admiration for her growing with each passing moment.

Noelle, for her part, felt a mixture of nerves and excitement as she danced. She had dreamed of this moment for years, to prove herself worthy of the role of the Sugar Plum Fairy, and now that it was finally here, she couldn't help but feel a surge of nervous excitement. However, as she danced, it wasn't the perfection of her performance that consumed her thoughts, but the way her stomach fluttered with butterflies every time she caught Tom's gaze. It was a feeling unlike any other, a mix of joy, nerves, and she could see the admiration and affection in his gaze, which both thrilled and humbled her.

As the dance reached its climax, Tom found himself holding his breath, completely captivated by Noelle's performance. She danced with a grace and elegance that took his breath away, her every movement a testament to her talent and dedication. He couldn't help but think back to the moments he had seen her exhausted, bruised, and drained after long hours of practice. He could only imagine the dedication and hard work she had put in to reach this point, and it filled him with a deep sense of admiration for her. All those late nights and early mornings had led to this moment, and as he watched her graceful movements across the stage, he felt a swell of pride knowing that he had witnessed a small part of her journey to this incredible achievement. He swore he could've watched her -- become lost in her -- forever.

As the final notes of the dance faded away and Noelle took her bow, the audience erupted into applause, but Tom's eyes never left Noelle, his adoration for her greater than ever. She glanced up briefly, trying desperately not to become so overwhelmed with the applause, and her gaze fixating on Tom once more. His beaming smile was all the validation she needed in that moment.

The show progressed on, right up until the final Pas de Deux between the Sugar Plum Fairy and the Nutcracker. Tom watched among the crowd, his heart racing with a realization that took him by surprise. In that moment, he couldn't deny the truth to himself any longer. Watching her dance, he had felt something more than admiration or friendship. It was a crush, a flutter of emotions that he had been trying to ignore but now couldn't deny. Tom realized that he had developed feelings for Noelle, captivated by her everything. And if the previous few days had been anything to go by, there was a slim chance that she too felt the same way.

If only his own uncertainty wouldn't hold him back.

[myyoungroyalsblog]

Red, White and Royal Blue fic rec part 2 (part 1)

*Note: I have a lot of unfinished fics in my subscriptions but since there are over 120+ fics there from other fandoms too I won’t be able to add those, when they are finished I’ll do another post in the future!

*Also couldn't find some of these writers here on tumblr, if you know tell me and I’ll add their @ beside it!

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Present mic fans, what are yalls childhood headcanons for him? Angst or not idm‼️ I’ll share some of mine (rough explanation of my au)

Parents never really got along, arguing quite a lot. Dad didn’t really like hizashi beacuse of his quirk and for making him and his mum deaf. So he was verbally abusive Eventually got a divorce, dad left, his mum took the divorce quite heavily and blamed mic she did put a lot of pressure on mic to do well and was a bit verbally abusive but she didn’t really mean any of it she was just going through a lot, And mic tried to understand that but it can still be hurtful. whenever she hurt mic and realised it she would apologise but then she would just hurt him again so hizashi didn’t know what to believe idk. Eventually she got better and tried to be a better mum. But it felt like.. fake love? In a way, but zashi knows she’s trying. Zashi also has a sister, 3 years younger. He had to basically be the father figure to her throughout his life, he loves her more then pretty much everything. Now present mic has barely any contact with his parents nor family, but he does occasionally visit his mum. And he does get some messages some a “random” number (his dad) he knows it’s his dad and ignores them. Oh yeah he was also bullied for a while in school, never really physically but verbally. He didn’t go to nursery/kindergarten beacuse his quirk was too much and if he were to cry he could cause harm so he was kinda isolated thought out his life until UA.and he did quirk counselling, that caused some trauma. 

I haven’t got all the quirks sorted out like idk what the mum and dad would have but his sister can heal people with her voice. She has to touch the womb that’s hurt and sing, it can be a slow process but it works. (Not all the time, it depends on how bad the womb is) she works in a different school as a nurse.

His dad was Spanish and Dutch like 25% Dutch his mum was half English and had some Greek blood, (plus some family members from America/england) making hizashi 32% Spanish 20% English 5% Greek and 10% Dutch idk how it really works but yeah

[justrainandcoffee]

Inner demons (Alfie Solomons x fem!oc)

“They gave me a free pass to kill and I enjoyed it...”

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Summary: It's 1917. Alfie and the men under his charge were allowed to return home. The war isn't over, but it's for him. At least physically. His wife found him one night sat in front of fireplace, he's mentally lost back in France. "Tell me a story about a man tortured by his own thoughts," his mind says "I'll tell you the story of Alfie Solomons."

Warnings: PTSD. Mentions of war. Blood. Murder. Suicide. Angst. Hurt/comfort.

Words: 1.5k

1917

"Captain, captain! It's Jacob Craig!! Captain!"

In his dreams, Alfie is following one if his men. Out of the trenches, a young soldier named Jacob is lying on the ground his whole body is shaking and Alfie can see why. His left leg is no there anymore and around him there's only blood.

"I'm…I'm so-sorry cap-captain."

"It's okay, soldier, you're fine. You're fine." Alfie put a hand on his shoulder and tried to not look at his missing leg.

"Te-tell my mum I lo-love her."

"I will."

Jacob Craig, only 19 years old, died no longer after. He was just a kid. Alfie wanted to yelled while some of the men put the corpse next to the others. He didn't have a chance to become a man, to have a family, to live a long life. Jacob Craig was one of the many that didn't have the chance to return home. His thoughts travelled to London. There, in a nice house in Camden Town, his wife was waiting for him. Alfie didn't know if he will be able to see her again.

A bomb exploded next to him and he ducked. When you're in a battlefield there's no time for sentimentalism. You kill or you die. Alfie grabbed his rifle and shot.

Next to him, his wife is sleeping but Alfie can't. His mind is torturing him, his nightmares are chasing him like a predator. He can name every single man who died under his watch. Not just Jacob Craig, there was a Kyle, a Christopher, an Andrew, a Derek… and so many more. You can hide if you want to, but you can't hide from your own mind.

Alfie was always an impulsive person, using the violence to be feared and respected was part of his nature. The problem is that the war increased that. He had to survive to return home and he knew what to do. But now in his mind there were not only the voices of his men, but also his enemies. The ones he killed with his own hands.

Back in 1914, before the war, he thought that returning home it'd be easy. But it wasn't. He was back, it's true, and it was more than millions could say, but the price he had to pay…

He goes to their living room. Alfie sits down in front of the chimney and watches the fire. It's hard to control himself. It's hard to pretend that everything is fine, when everything is not fine.

"Please, please… spare my life."

The voice of a man he never knew appears in his memories. Alfie can see his uniform in his mind. It was an Italian. 'A fucking wop'.

Alfie didn't spare his life. He took it and now the spirit of the Italian soldier lives forever in his conscience.

The rage he's carrying is too much. Too strong. "Tell me a story about a man tortured by his own thoughts, mom." His imagination says. And another voice responds: "I'll tell you the story of Alfie Solomons."

Anibal González was a good man. One of his best friends while they were there. Son of a Peruvian couple, Anibal was raise in England when both of his parents moved to Europe. Anibal was a funny man, full of good intentions who just wanted to live in the countryside and have a farm. That was before he blew up his brain after two years in the front. Alfie tried to stop him, but he couldn't.

He hides his face in his hands. "Make it stop… make it stop…"

"Al?" her soft voice, makes him turn around to see her. "Alfie, what's happening?"

"Ghosts… I can see them. They can see me. They're haunting me. All of them."

His hands are shaking and she put hers over his. Alfie is not the same and she can see that. His eyes are now always scrutinizing the surroundings. He's alert all the time and he can't sleep, like now.

"I don't want to hurt you, Rosie. I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't, Al."

"No, you don't understand. I know I'm 'ere, I know I'm safe now and I know who ya're… but it requires a lot of strength to reminding myself that. I need to tell me all the time that I'm not in the trenches. That there aren't wops here… only you. But I'm afraid that one day I won't be able to distinguish between ya and an enemy, between this house and the battlefield. I-… I'm terrified of hurting you. Of killing you, because my mind is damaged."

Rose caresses his face. Her poor Alfie. In her whole life she never saw him that bad… broken. Fuck those who dared to hurt him. She doesn't need a reminder to know that her husband isn't a good man, but Rose knows her husband is incapable of doing anything against her. And the proof is in front of her. Even broken, Alfie's biggest fear isn't his well-being but hers. The man she loves is terrified of hurting her because his mind isn't the same.

She hugs him and he hides his face against her body. Rose strokes his hair. "We'll face this together, Al. As always. Even if it takes you ages. I don't care. I'll be here."

"If I hurt ya, I will kill myself, ya know that, right? I fuckin' shoot myself."

"And I'm going to stop you before you can do it. You're my everything, Al. I know you better than I know myself. True that I don't know what did you experience in France, what did you see but I know how strong you are. And this is only…"

"They gave me a free pass to kill and I used it. I enjoyed it," he interrumpts. Alfie looks at her "I know I can't stop now. My nightmares, luv, are red and the voices keep claiming blood. Over and over again."

She notices that he's trembling again and holds him even tighter: "I wish we'd have the chance to run far away from here. I wish those who sent you there die cruelly. Alfie, I can't change the past. But I'm ready to this new present. If hypothetically you kill someone else… Do you think that will scare me? The day you arrive here covered by blood then I'll prepare a bath to help you to clean yourself. I'll stitch your wounds. I'll kiss your bruises. I'm not scared of you. But I'll help you to fight that urge, no matter what. Listen, I said I know you better than I know myself and it's true and since it's true, I know you're incapable of hurting me even if your voices are screaming at you."

In the house there's only the two of them. As always the two of them. Their dog called Fancy is sleeping next to the door. The sound of the fire is only interrupted by the sound of their breathing.

"I love ya, pet."

"I know. And I love you, too Al."

"I'm tired. It's just it. I'm tired of everything. Ya think it'll pass?"

"Everything always pass, Alfie. One day this will be a distant memory."

"Probably."

They remain in silence once again. When Rose watches at him again, she sees him sleeping on her. The woman caresses his hair slowly.

"They gave me a free pass to kill and I enjoyed it." His words are engraved in her mind now. If hell is a real place then Alfie's soul already has a room for him there. But he was not going to go alone there. If she had to sell her own soul to be with him then she's ready to make a deal with the devil himself if that meant to be with him forever.

Alfie sleeps with his head on her lap. He's dreaming again. He's in France but this time his wife is there, right in front of him while he's ready to use his rifle. Alfie's hands are shaking and is bitting his lower lip. He sees her smiling at him and before he'd realise what's happening, the gun fells on the ground. For the first time in his dreams he's not hurting anyone. Rose is right: he's incapable of hurting her even in his nightmares. The demons in his head scream but he's not listening to them. In the dreams, Alfie smiles at her too.

[pensat-i-fet]

Something I’ll regret (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**A little angsty request. I hope you all like it ❤️❤️ **

Word count: 2583

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“Do you have any plans for today?”

“Yeah, I have to go to Bruno’s for an interview”, I tell my boyfriend Rúben while we have some breakfast. I’m not really looking forward to today but I can’t escape it either.

“Why do you have to be there for his interview?”

“It’s what the tv channel asked for”, I shrug.

I often have to be around for these types of interviews. People love it when famous people are related and I happen to be the cousin of one of Portugal’s biggest football stars. And I’m also dating another one of their stars…but we haven’t made that public yet.

“At least I get to just be there with the kids and hang out for a bit while they ask him things and I say two words. Could be worse”.

“Poor you”, he laughs.

“Well, it’s time I could spend with you instead of doing that”.

“Poor me, then”.

“I don’t have to leave just yet”, I say, giving him a wink.

                                    **

When I get to my cousin’s house, it’s his wife Ana who opens the door.

“Hi! You’re early. Come in”.

“Thanks. Are the kids back from school?”

“No, they’ll be here soon. They wanted to go play with some friends and their mum will bring them back here in a bit. I love your dress, by the way! You look stunning”.

“Thank you”, I say, blushing slightly. “Rúben bought it for me the other day, actually”.

“Take notes, Bruno!”

I can’t help but laugh when I see my cousin’s face.

“Thanks for that, Dias”, he mutters. “Ready for the interview? I told them not to ask about your personal life but you know how they are”.

“Yes, I’m ready. I guess”.

Being part of a small ballet company in Portugal doesn’t turn one famous. Having a famous boyfriend does. And when the press found out that the dancer who was dating a famous actor happened to be the cousin of a famous footballer, they just didn’t leave me alone. I went from having the most normal life to being followed by the paparazzi everywhere I went. I hated every second of it.

That relationship, thankfully, it’s over. And I promised to myself to never date someone famous again. My life was a lot simpler when no one knew who I was. But then I met Rúben when I visited Bruno after a Portugal match and…well, he made keeping that promise really hard.

At least he understands I want us to be private. 

“There they are”, says Ana.

“The kids?”

“No, the journalists”.

Time to do this then.

                                       **

“And where is your beautiful cousin?”, I hear one of the reporters ask.

“She’s over there, playing with my kids. She’s their favourite cousin”.

When I see the cameras pointing at us, I move so the kids aren’t shown too much on camera.

“Hi!”

“Hello. How is life in England?”

“It’s alright. I love being here with some of my family”.

I expect the next question to be about work. I have moved on to other projects ever since I quit dancing, but no. Of course, the next question is about the same old topic.

“Anyone you met here that makes you want to stay? You know…as in a new love?”

“She doesn’t like talking about that”, interrupts Bruno. 

“Yeah, I rather keep those things private. Sorry”.

“Of course, after what happened the last time…”.

By that, he means when my ex cheated on me and the whole country found out. Yes, that makes me want to be more private. But these people don’t get it.

“We’ll go play in the garden. Have a good rest of the interview”.

                                   **

Days later, I get to Rúben’s and find him watching Bruno’s interview.

“Why are you watching that?”

“I wanted to see you”.

“I’m right in front of you now, you can’t stop watching it”, I laugh.

“And…I also wanted to see what you were asked. You were in a bad mood after it and I was a bit worried when you didn’t want to talk about it”.

“Just the same thing they always ask”.

My mood isn’t the only one that changes after my words. I can see Rúben looking uncomfortable.

“What is it?”

“Nothing”, he says.

“Rúben, come on”.

“It’s just…I get why you want us to be private but if you said you have a boyfriend, they’ll leave you alone”.

“Are you really that naive?”

“Whatever. Whenever we talk about this, you just get all defensive”.

“Because you don’t get it, Rúben. And this wouldn’t just affect us. It could affect my cousin too”.

I know Rúben wants to say more. It’s written all over his face. But once again, he’s the one who stops before we say something we regret and just changes the topic.

A couple of hours later, while we are watching a movie, my mind goes back to our argument. I don’t think he’s right but maybe it’s worth a try. Maybe if I just say that I’m seeing someone, they’ll leave me alone. Ugh! I hate how complicated all of this has to be.

                                     **

One of the reasons why I’m staying in Manchester, apart from Rúben and my family, is that Bruno got me a small job at United. Every couple of weeks, I help the players with their recovery. They are a great bunch of guys, and there are a lot of Portuguese speakers in the team too. So overall, it’s a lot of fun and I get to earn a bit of extra cash, which is always nice. 

Their social media team likes to film little bits of the sessions to put on youtube. And for the last few, it’s become a bit of a tradition for the players to annoy me after the sessions. Those little clips are shared by all the fans. They love them. And I know it's just banter so I don’t mind. 

“Fans! Say thank you to our favourite teacher. We wouldn’t have won the Carabao Cup without her help”, says Dalot to the camera.

I just shake my head before my cousin takes Dalot’s arm off my shoulders. “Leave some space between your favourite teacher and yourself, Diogo”.

But his teammate just laughs at that comment and looks at the camera again. “Guys. He’s doing that so you all stop making up rumours about which one of us she’s dating. Captain Fernandes wouldn’t allow any of us to do it so there you go”.

I’m trying to leave when Antony joins the conversation.

“Ok, no one from United but what about the national team? Would you allow that, Bruno?”

That comment stops us from walking to look at Antony. What does he know?

Dalot, who knows about Rúben and I being together, is the first one to react. “What do you care, mate? You play for Brazil”.

“Just wondering”, he shrugs.

“He wouldn’t allow that either”, I say, leaving the room.

My reason for saying that is to avoid people looking at the Portugal team when I finally say that I have a boyfriend. But not everyone understands it that way.

                                     **

“Hello? Rúben?”

The apartment looks really dark despite not being that late, but I can hear some noise, so Rúben has to be home.

When I get closer, I realised that what I hear isn’t the tv, but the conversation I had with the boys only hours ago when I was in Carrington.

“He wouldn’t allow that either”, I hear coming out of Rúben’s phone. Of course, they added that clip to the video.

“Hey!”

“I’m trying to understand you, but I might give up”.

“What are you talking about?”

He sits up on the sofa and points at his phone.

“Are you embarrassed by me? By our relationship? Is that it?”

“What? No, Rúben. Why would I be?”

“I don’t get it. Why did you have to add that? You could have ignored that question but no, you couldn’t help it”.

“Yes, you don’t get it”, I say, tired of his accusations. “I just said it so when I say I have a boyfriend, they don’t go look at everyone my cousin knows first. That way we can stay private for longer”.

“We’ll never talk about our relationship if it was up to you. It’s one thing to be private but this is too much. I’m afraid of saying anything just so you don’t freak out. And it’s getting really boring, you know?”

“Well, it’s not as if you’re talking about your love for me every day, is it?”, I hate the bitterness of my words so much, but can’t control it.

“You don’t allow me to talk about us!”

“Is that really the reason? Or do you just don’t mention me because it’s better for you if people think you’re still single?”

I know I’ve gone too far the moment the words leave my mouth. I’m such an idiot.

“Get out”.

“Rúben, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”.

“Get out now. Before I also say something I regret”.

And knowing he’s right, I leave. Head down, ashamed and worried about having messed up what Rúben and I have.

                                     **

The only place I can go is my cousin’s. And when he opens the door and sees my face, he understands something is wrong and lets me in without asking why I’m there.

“Do you want to talk about it?”, he says when he brings me a cup of tea.

“I messed up”.

“How? And I’m assuming we talk about Rúben, right?”

“Yes”, I sigh. “He watched the video United uploaded today and didn’t like that I said you wouldn’t let me date a teammate from the national team either”.

“I’ll talk to the boys so they stop pestering you with those questions”.

“Bruno, it’s not about them. I’m the problem. I keep hurting my boyfriend because I refuse to talk about our relationship. It’s me that needs to change. No one else. I can’t hide behind other people’s actions any longer”.

“Why do you do that? Refusing to talk about it. I respect your decision but you guys have been together for a while now. I expected you to have gone public months ago. And you know I’ve supported you since the beginning, so that can’t be it”.

Why am I doing this? Fear, simple as that.

“I don’t want a repeat of last time. And if people don’t know about us, then it can’t happen”.

“I get it, but it’s not really fair to Rúben, is it?”

But before I have time to say something, little Gonçalo runs towards his dad, asking for a hug. And so my cousin has to take him back to bed and do their little routine again.

I take my phone and end up on Rúben’s Instagram profile. When I see he’s uploaded a story, I can’t help but click on it. It’s actually a link to a post in the City profile and I go see what it is about.

It turns out he did some sort of Q&A for the team. He was asked about his fitness routine, and his favourite food, …and then I realise I’m a bigger idiot than I already thought.

To the question of what he likes doing in his free time, he answered “spending time with my girlfriend”. And as if that wasn’t painful enough to hear, I go to the last one. My cousin enters the room just as I’m listening to Rúben say “who inspires me the most? My girlfriend”. 

I throw the phone away and put my hands on my face. 

“I’m an asshole”.

                                    **

Despite wanting to run to Rúben’s the moment I watched those stories, I don’t. I know he needs time to be angry at me. He has every right to be. I just hope he can forgive me. 

“When are you talking to him?”, asks Ana.

“Later. After his training. I want to give him some time to be alone”.

“Probably a good idea. He’ll be hurt after what happened”.

I volunteer to take the kids to school. I could use the distraction and they know how to cheer me up, making me sing songs on the way to school or playing games that have to be cut short because the drive there isn’t that long. But I promise them we’ll continue playing later.

When I finally go to see Rúben, I fear he might not be there. But after a second knock on the door, he opens it.

“I’m sorry”.

He doesn’t respond but leaves the door open so I can go inside.

“Rúben, I shouldn’t have said that”.

“No, you shouldn’t have”.

I sit next to him and try to hold his hand, expecting him to take it away. But he doesn’t. He lets me hold it and that small gesture gives me so much hope.

“You know what happened with my ex. The worst part wasn’t the cheating, but the fact that everyone knew. Because all the headlines and covers were about me. Me looking sad, me going out with friends despite people expecting me to be sad, …me me me. Everyone wanted to humiliate me. And I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t want to date anyone famous ever again”.

“I understand that”.

“I know you do. And I took advantage of you because of it. I forced you to do as I said because I knew you didn’t want to hurt me. And I was really unfair”.

“I wish I could say I disagree”.

“I get it, Rúben. And I’m sorry. So sorry. Can you try to forgive me?”

He looks up at me and I squeeze his hand harder without noticing I’m doing it. I’m really that scared of him saying he can’t forgive me. I can’t lose him.

“Only if you change. I’m happy having a private relationship but I can’t live constantly worried about saying something that uncovers the secret. I want to be able to mention you, even if I don’t say your name. This whole thing is exhausting. And…I know a part of you didn’t want us to go public because you are afraid I could do what your ex did. And while I get it, it hurts to know you think that of me”.

I try to avoid his eyes but he doesn’t allow me, holding my chin so I look at him.

“Tell me I got it wrong”.

“You didn’t”, I confess. “I would feel the same with anyone. I guess that’s what happens when you’re cheated on once. But I trust you. Really. I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t. And I also wanted to protect you”.

“From what?”

“People creating drama between my cousin and you”.

“Let us worry about that, ok? We can protect ourselves well”.

I hesitantly move closer to Rúben, and when he allows me to do that, I put my arms around his waist. I missed being this close to him.

“I’ll change. I’ll stop being so worried and afraid about people knowing about us”, I tell him, meaning every single word. “And I trust you. Honestly. I won’t make you feel again like I don’t. Because you don't deserve it”.

“That’s all I needed to hear”.

“Am I forgiven?”, I ask, looking up at him and when I see him moving closer to kiss me, I can’t help but smile.

“You know I can’t stay mad at you long. And yes, you’re forgiven”.

[futurequibblerjournalist]

Hello again!!!!

I don't really have much to say abt Mary bc you did like,, such a good job telling me everything that I could have asked about her! You do a great job with everyone that I HAVE asked about too but you get it (I hope lol)

Do you have any like,, thoughts on Lucius? :0 or Viktor!!!! Ik you mentioned him a little while ago :3 Idk seeing him with your interpretation of Igor Karkaroff is special to me idk

Byebye!!!! See you soon lol :D

- 🍃

Ahhhhh I’m so glad you liked my little Mary rant!! I love chatting about the girls they’re just all so mwah,,,

I have a handful of thoughts on Lucius!

His full name is Lucius Abraxas Malfoy and he was born September 8th 1953 (making him a Virgo) at Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire, England. He’s the first born son of Abraxas Malfoy and only son of Luceille Malfoy née Famelle (she’s distantly related to the Flamels but as you can tell some stuff has gotten lost over the years hence the slight change in the last name!) and he’s the older half brother of Xenophilius. His mother died in childbirth and thus he never knew her and it’s given him a few issues ngl,,,

Abraxas remarried a few years after Luceille’s death and thus Xenophilius became a thing. Hestia (Xeno’s mother) tried to step into the role of mum for Lucius but he never wanted any of that and he was lowkey mad at his dad for remarrying even if he never felt like he should let anyone know.

I think he and Narcissa fully adopted Severus as like their Hogwarts kid just like how Xenophilius and Pandora later do with Gilderoy lol (it clearly runs in the family). I don’t usually base my headcanons off of the mobile game but there’s hints in there that Lucius and Narcissa’s marriage was a love match and I 100% believe that. He gifted her a Malfoy brooch to welcome her into the family I believe when they were first engaged (which would have been at some point while she was still at school?? because she puts it in her keepsake box that she had with her sisters while they were all at school) and to tell her that she was worthy of becoming a Malfoy. I think he placed a lot of values on family which is why I also think it’s so funny that the family he does have he’s like “nope I don’t wanna be related to that freak [points to Xeno]” lmaooo

I really love the fact that he’s a part of the school board. Like I don’t think people talk about that enough actually. Also the Malfoy house being represented by (albino?) peacocks and him canonically having Malfoy manor decked out with rhinestones or diamond rims or something like that in the windowsill. Like he’s so cunty. And that’s before we’ve even touched on the obvious hair care routine and the cunty bow that he 100% match with Narcissa.

I honestly need to think about him more but I think he’s just,, so funny. Also imagining Severus running around in his cunty ass hand me downs is just??? I can’t

As for Viktor!!!

I think he’s so fun. Like,, he’s actually so sweet and people can say what they want I don’t even care. I think he was really sweet to Hermione at a time where she needed it and I think it would have been fun to see them when they were older as like a fun ass power couple with him being a professional quidditch player and her being minister for magic. They’d like,, they’re so mwah to me.

I think it says a lot about how like,, lonely and isolated this kid was when the most important person to him was a girl he’d met a few months earlier. Like he didn’t have a Durmstrang buddy and one could assume if he had siblings they weren’t close and that just,, idk I feel bad for him. I like the idea of him striking up a friendship with Fleur and Cedric though despite them competing and all that

Similar like how I think Karkaroff is actually Karkarov I think Krum is likely Krumov (Крумов). It’s even stated in his wiki that it’s likely that Krum is just like,, an Anglicisation of Krumov. Speaking of Igor, I think Igor was friends/familiar with Viktor’s uncle when he went to school. I don’t have an explanation as to why he has decided to take Viktor under his wing in the way he has but I do think it’s kinda sweet. Me and a friend talked about this once but Igor would totally favour Viktor to the daughter he (in some universes) has with Charity and he’d be like “no no you’re imagining it” meanwhile we’ve seen how blatant his favouritism is lol

Now to the headcanon I’ve probably thought the most about lol,,, I think he’s got some sort of brain injury. This probably sounds a little damn okay but I think it makes sense. I think it makes sense with how much quidditch he plays. A lot of athletes have some sort of injury and considering how he went professional so early he’s undoubtedly played since he was young and I would not be surprised if he took a hit to the head a few times. I think this injury happened during his fourth-ish year (maybe during the summer when he was going extra hard on practicing at home or something??) and he took a Bludger to the frontal lobe and was knocked off of his broom.

I think he repeated a year because of this injury and having to recover (I’m pretty sure his age doesn’t line up with the rest of his supposed peers which is what I’m basing this on but also it’s 9 am and I’ve not yet slept so I could be pulling this out of my ass so keep that in mind lol).

He’s canonically noted as not being particularly intelligent (one of his canon nicknames is literally Dumb Krum) and I think this is in part because of this injury and the issues that followed him afterwards. I specifically think he’d had struggles with reading, both being slow at it and having poor reading comprehension as well as having a poor memory and being prone to confusion. (I also see him struggling with speech at times, perhaps some struggles with grip (which would be especially frustrating and something he’s working hard to overcome given his quidditch position) and since he’s noted as a bit of a klutz I wouldn’t be surprised if he bumped into things a lot).

His Transfiguration spell during the second task in the tournament is not done properly. Even if human transfiguration is a more difficult kind of transfiguration I would assume that if he’s smart enough to cover the basics, Igor (given his own talents with the subject) would have made sure his favourite student had mastered it. Whether this is something he was able to do before his injury I’m open to any takes on. He’s mentioned as someone who’s confident in his duelling skills but not necessarily good at duelling and even though Dark Arts are mentioned in his wiki it’s only in regards to things he did under the Imperius Curse

Also!!! Completely unrelated to me thinking he’s got a brain injury, I am a skinny twig looking Viktor Krum stan. I will always be mad we didn’t get to see him like that in the movies because he’s quite literally described as Severus and Igor’s love child lmaoooo

Can you tell I’ve been waiting to talk about him?? He’s like,, one of if not the only golden trio era character I care about lmao

I hope you enjoyed my little ramble cjfncjnfjc I saved my thoughts about these two for a bit to send something fun your way!!

[fantisyoflove]

Raising Them Right

James Potter needs a spouse in order to take over as Lord Potter. Raised by his Alpha mother and Omega father. James had the kind of upbringing that turned him into a loving, gentle, and caring Alpha.

Regulus Black is being forced into marriage. Raised by his Alpha mother and Alpha father, Regulus had the kind of upbringing that turned him into a reactive and jumpy Omega.

“Thank you, sir.” Regulus forced out. He couldn’t make himself call this man ‘Alpha’, his smell was one of the most offensive he had even had to be around. Sir was respectful enough without outright insulting the man. The Alpha in question leaned in closer to breath in Regulus’s scent, letting his nose drag along his neck. Regulus really tried not to react, he didn't want to upset an Alphas delicate feelings, but he found himself briseling. 

Thankfully his mother pulled him back with a growl. “That is quiet enough, this is a social not a sex club.” She snapped her jaws for emphasis. Walburga may not be the best parent, some would argue she was one of the worst actually, but being an Alpha helped keep other Alphas from pushing too much. His father, Orion, was also an Alpha but was too busy sniffing around the other Omegas at the social to notice an overly friendly Alpha scenting his son. Regulus was meant to meet with as many eligible pureblood Alpha in England as he could today. It was a long social, organized by the Malfoy family. They were usually the ones who threw these kinds of gatherings. It helped families match up their Omegas with ‘good’ and ‘proper’ Alphas.

Regulus just wanted to go home. This was his second social and it was just as bad as the first. Regulus never liked Alpha smells. His parents especially were bad but when they came to these socials it was just wave after wave of Alpha scent. 

This time, with some trial and error at home, he came with vaseline on the inside of his nose. He hoped it would be enough to keep the scents from being too overpowering but unfortunately the stronger ones still came through. He was just old enough to be ‘put on the market’ as his mother put it. Typically he would have to wait until his older brother, also an Omega, had been bonded but the selfish prick had run away. 

Regulus tried to push the memory away but it took over his mind. 

“Reggie, it's awful, Reggie. It’s just one big pissing contest.”

Regulus wrinkled his nose and tried to pull Sirius closer to him. Once he got home from the social Sirius ran upstairs to Regulus’s room and climbed into bed with him. Regulus wished he hadn't, at the time, because he reeked of Alpha. Regulus just tried overpowering the scent with his own and scented his brother as he told him about the whole ordeal. 

“Mother has picked out a truly awful one. He is almost twice my age and I am dead sure we are distant cousins.”

“Mum and dad are cousins.” Regulus murmured as he pressed his wrist to Sirius’s neck once more. Sirius nuzzled into his hand and then settled down in the bed next to Regulus.

“I know but that doesn’t mean I want to marry a cousin!” He said in a harsh whisper. “Besides there were plenty of other Alphas there, why couldn't they just let me pick a nice one. Not related to me and my own age. “ He huffed. 

Several minutes passed, Regulus thought maybe even an hour by the time he mustered the courage to ask.

“When?”

Sirius didn't answer for a long time. Regulus would have thought he was asleep but his brother snored, loudly, and currently he was silent. Sirius nuzzled his nose against Regulus’s neck, “Next week.” Regulus could feel the hot wet tears dripping on his neck and shoulders. Sirius didn't make a sound, their parents hated when they cried, but his scent was bleeding distressed Omega. 

Regulus shook himself as another Alpha approached him and took his hand. Regulus wasn't even listening to him as the Alpha went on and on about how well he could provide for an Omega like Regulus. He tried not to snatch his hand away as the Alpha pulled it closer so he could scent along his wrist. 

Sirius had run away that night and Regulus hadn’t seen or heard from him since. His parents waited a week before quickly putting Regulus in Sirius’s place. They basically acted like they never had another son. 

Across the vast ballroom yet another group of Alphas and Omegas came in. People came and went as they pleased. Most people waited until later in the evening to come but those who were more serious about coupling up came early and stayed late. 

Among this group was an Alpha who was about as thrilled to be here as Regulus was. James Potter had tried dating the modern way, he really put his all into finding someone based on a true connection that developed naturally. Unfortunately his pool of potential partners was not very vast. It wouldn't be such a big deal if his mother wasn't planning on stepping down from her role as Lady Potter. In order to take over he needed to be married. 

Euphemia and Fleamont Potter were both already old when they had James. Fleamont had struggled carrying a pup to full term and they had decided to stop trying anymore. Of course that's when one finally stuck and James was born a short 7 months later. 

Euphemia says their love is what kept James alive in those early months. Medicine wasn't what it is now and they didn't think their sickly pup would grow and continue to grow into the large Alpha that stood before them now.  

James scanned the room and tried to pick out a scent that he liked. Most Omegas smelled too sweet. James enjoyed the smell of other Alphas more so than Omegas but every now and then he found one that smelled nice enough. He left his parents to mingle with the other chaperones and made his way around the room.

He chatted with a few Omegas, none really stuck out to him, but several were interested in him. He was tall, dark, and handsome. The sole heir of a vast fortune and one of the youngest Alphas currently on the market. He was listening to a circle of Alphas talk about the “poor selection” this year when he smelled the most wonderful scent.

Tea with milk and sugar and warm bread. Wait no, not bread. Croissants, warm buttery croissants. His head whipped around and he began to follow the scent. He felt like there were little hints of it everywhere. Every Alpha he came across had a little bit of it clinging to them. This Omega must have met with nearly everyone here. Everyone except James. 

He finds his way outside where the scent is the strongest and watches as a group of three disappears before he can even see their faces. The Omega disapparated with their chaperones before James could see them. 

Thinking quickly he went to the registration counter at the entrance and talked with the Beta there. He signed up to receive a calling card from every Omega at the event. Every Omega would send a photograph, a letter, and something that smelled like them, usually a piece of cloth they scented. He kind of felt bad for all the other Omegas because they might have hopes that he would pick them but he needed to find that Omega. 

He went back inside and let his parents know he was ready to leave. They exchanged a look but agreed and followed him outside so they could disapparate.

[]

The calling cards were already waiting when Regulus came into the kitchen. The house elf, Kreature, brought them and set them in front of his mother. She sorted through the stack throwing several into one pile and a handful into another. She burned the large stack with her wand and then handed the smaller pile to Regulus. 

“You will respond to these Alphas. Do not seal them until I have read your letters.” Regulus opened and closed his mouth twice before he carefully took the letters and forced himself to walk to his room. He didn't make it to his room though. He stopped at Sirius’s room and went inside. It had been about a month since he left but his scent was still there, vaguely. He threw himself down on the bed and took several deep breaths. 

Flicking through the calling cards they didn't have any photos or items with their scent on it. Regulus thought this was terribly unfair because he was required to provide a picture of himself and a sample of his scent but he figured an Alphas mind must be so small they can barely fit two thoughts in their head let alone remember every Omega they ever scented. Whereas an Omega is expected to know everything while still being treated as if they are stupid.

Regulus remembers a time before he presented. When he was given the best education and had all the best tutors. He excelled in everything he did and then suddenly he was stupid, at least according to his Alpha parents.

He doesn't remember meeting any of these Alphas so he writes a generic outline of a letter and copies it five times. He summons Kreature and asks him to give everything to his mother. He sends scraps of a t-shirt he rubbed under his armpits with as well, cut into five neat squares.

[]

James was pacing in the parlor, one hand on his hip the other over his mouth. It had been a week. A week! 

He didn't know how much longer he had to wait in order to find his mystery Omega. He had thought about going around to other Alphas to see if they knew at least the family of said Omega but he didn't have a lot of details other than the Omegas scent. 

Finally Ren, the house elf, popped into the parlor room as well. “Master James, sir, there is being lots of items for yous. Shall Ren bring thems all in here then?”

“YES!” He startled even himself with his outburst. “Sorry, Please Ren, thank you.” 

Poor Ren popped in and out of the parlor about ten times, bringing a total of fifty or so different letters, packages, and one crate. 

“James Fleamont Potter!” 

James flinched as his mother and father came into the room. His mom was covering her mouth and nose with her elbow. 

“Sweetheart,” his father began softly. 

“What. Have. You. Done.” His mother growled.

James gave them both a shrug, “I am just very invested in this. You said so yourself, mother, I have to put myself out there. Well I’ve done just that.”

He began nosing through all the items trying to find the one that smelled like his Omega. 

He stopped, a letter in each hand. Was he really already referring to this unknown Omega as his? His Alpha really liked them. He went back to smelling.

His mother had to leave the room. The scents were too much. His father followed after her.

James managed to sniff each item, only opening a few that were too subtle for him to smell their scent. But none of them smelled like his Omega. He started ripping the letters open first and pulling out the photos. He knows the family had black hair for sure, he sorted the letters and packages. He was afraid to even try and open the crate. 

None of them smelled right.

He started banishing them as he went not wanting all the smells lingering. He stared at the now empty rug. Despair creeping into his very core. Of course he never thought that the Omega wouldn't respond. He should have known. His Omega might only respond to Alphas they remember talking to. They might already have found an Alpha. 

No.

That thought was too dark even for him at this moment. He would just have to go to another social to find his Omega. He wasn't giving up.

As he dragged himself up off the floor he thought he caught a whiff of the Omega. His head whipped around looking all over for the smell.

There, under the loveseat was a small cream envelope. A black wax seal just barely visible. James dives forward, his glasses askew on his nose, and narrowly misses hitting his head on the edge. He brings the letter to his nose and breathes in deeply. 

Omega.

His heart sings as fixes his glasses and rips the letter open, a single black square of fabric drifts out into his hands. He clutches it to his nose, his eyes threaten to roll into the back of his head forever. 

He sees the photograph, upside down, in his lap and snatches it up. Suddenly he is very nervous, this will be the first time he gets to see his Omega. They may smell amazing but what if he doesn't like how they look? James doesn't think he is shallow but the thought does dance around in his mind. No. He assures himself, giving his head a shake, this is his Omega. They will be the most beautiful Omega he has ever seen. He knows it. Taking one more deep breath he flips it over. 

The photograph is magical, of course, so it plays on a loop with no sound. Sitting on a stool in front of a fireplace is his Omega. Somewhere in the back someone must be instructing the Omega to smile. His eyes flick to beyond the camera and then back again. His Omega forces a polite, well practiced, smile. James can't help but frown, he hopes he is able to make his Omega smile for real soon. He wants to see what his Omega would look like with pure joy on their face. He is right of course, they are the most beautiful person he has ever seen. Soft black curls framing his face, deep gray eyes that stare unblinking at the camera. His Omega looks so serious at first but the fake smile softens his features just so. James can make out a scar that runs through their right eyebrow. The Omega shakes their head just so and a curl falls over it. James watches the loop over and over again, taking in every detail.

Next is the letter. James doesn't expect much, he knows he never met this Omega face to face before so he can't imagine they would have much to say. It still hurts a little reading it. It sounds like a generic letter of an Omega who met so many Alphas they can’t keep them all straight. He might have not even looked at the cards but just sent responses to everyone who called. That made his stomach knot, he didn't want to think about other Alphas trying to get with his Omega. He knew he was willing to fight, if he had to, for this one. His Omega has long swirling handwriting and his eyes scan over the page to the bottom, really the only information he truly wanted from the note. 

Signed at the bottom was his Omegas name.

Regulus Arcturus Black.

His stomach dropped, his Omega was a Black!

[canirove]

The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 28

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"Good morning, sweetheart."

"Hi."

"I've brought you some breakfast" my mum says, leaving a tray with food on the bedside table and sitting on the bed.

"I'm not hungry."

"You must eat something."

"I'm not hungry" I repeat.

"Eleanor, please. I'm sure he wouldn't like to see you getting sick."

"Why did you have to mention him?" I say, covering my head with the duvet and starting to cry.

"I'm sorry. I just... Drink the juice at least. You will dihydrate if you keep crying like that."

"I don't care!"

"Eleanor..."

"Leave me alone!"

"I'm your mother, I'm not going anywhere." 

And so far, she hasn't. Since the moment she found me crying on the floor after Declan left, she has been by my side. She has spent the whole night with me, taking care of me, comforting me. When she left to pick up my breakfast, it probably is the longest she has been gone for.

"Eleanor... Ellie..." she says after taking a deep breath. "Do you know why at first I opposed to you dating Declan?"

"Because you are a snob with a stick up your ass."

"No, Eleanor" she sighs. "I opposed to it because I knew this would happen. Because I knew he'll end up breaking your heart, and I didn't want to see you suffer like this."

"Because he isn't like us."

"Exactly."

"See? You are a snob!"

"I am not a snob. But I better than anyone know how it feels to fall in love with a royal when you aren't part of that world. What it entails, all the sacrifices you must make, how much you must fight. And it isn't easy, Eleanor. You don't know how many times I had my phone on my hand ready to call your dad and tell him it was over, that I couldn't deal with the press, with everything I had to learn if I wanted to be queen one day. It was so tough. Not just for me, but for everyone around me."

"But you never did it. You never gave up like he has done."

"Because unlike Declan, I had nothing to lose. If things between Philip and I hadn't worked out, if we had broken up... Yes, we both would be heartbroken. Especially me. But that was it. I had my studies and I could start again. Maybe not in England, but definitely somewhere else. Declan doesn't have that luxury."

"What do you mean?" I ask, uncovering my head.

"He has his career. His dream. Everything he and his family have worked for since he was a kid. They've sacrificed many things for it, and he couldn't lose that."

"So instead, he chose to lose me."

"Yes. But not because you weren't worth it, because he doesn't love you, or because it was the easier choice. He did it because he knows it is something that can be fixed."

"What?"

"When I found out you were seeing someone who wasn't Charles, I thought it was just something fleeting. Then I noticed how happy you were, that you actually had feelings for whoever that boy was. And despite suspecting that he probably was one of Mason's friends and that you had met him through Roberta, I said to myself… well, maybe it will work out. Just look at her, at how she is glowing. Then you told us who he was and I knew it was a mistake, that you would end up hurting each other. But you both still kept fighting. And then, again, I thought… maybe I'm wrong. Maybe they'll work through this, maybe the fact that he has had to deal with huge pressure before at such a young age will help them."

"But you were wrong."

"Yes and no. I was wrong because he clearly hasn't been able to deal with everything that has happened since the press found out about you two and with everything else going on on the pitch. But Eleanor... The way you and Declan love each other... You don't get to see that every day. It is true love. Right now you probably feel like the world is ending, like it is over. But it isn't. This just wasn't your moment to be together. You'll have a second chance, I'm sure of it."

"What... What do you mean?"

"I..." she says, taking a deep breath. "I think that one day, both of you will be strong enough to fight against anything and everything, and you will be ready to get back together. I don't know when that will happen, but..."

"It isn't a goodbye, it's a see you soon" I say, remembering what Declan said before he left.

"That's it, yes."

"If one day that happens... If we get back together… Will you support us? Will you be by our side?"

"I will. I promise you I will" she says, caressing my cheek.

"It would have been easier if you had told me all this before, you know? Everyone kept telling me that you were just trying to protect me, but if you had explained it to me..."

"I know. I just… I didn't know how to do it, so I took the harsh way. But I love you, Eleanor. You know I do, don't you?"

"I do" I say, sitting up.

"I'm sorry I didn't do things right. That I hurt you so much. Both you and Declan."

"It's ok" I whisper.

"I know things are gonna be very difficult. That right now you are heartbroken and feel like nothing makes sense anymore. But I'm here for you, and I will help you with everything. Now and always" she says, taking my hand on hers. 

"Thank you, mum" I cry.

"Oh, come here" she says, hugging me.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Eleanor."

[tap3wormm]

i just saw the modt disgusting shit this morning on insta.

I come from a multi religious family of muslim and hindu, and as you are aware currently in the Uk people have issues with islam for some odd reason.

Also in india as most are aware theres been a long standing hatred between islam and hinduism.

And the thing i saw kinda just made me want to say a few things.

So basically it was initially a video of some people being chased by a bull, a video made as a joke thats very common to see. However, some disgusting, shameless piece of shit decided to make this about a bull (i guess theyre kinda sacred in hinduism) chasing some muslim people up a pole and around.

The sound was (rough translation from hindi) ‘this is the best video you will ever see on insta’ and laughing and hindu religious music, with stickers sailing (another translation) ‘hail lord shiv/hail the lord’ (idr remember exactly but smth like that) and some religious symbols.

and i found it so disgusting that ppl still think stuff like this today. My family is proof that these two religions can very easily be friends and get along.

My hindu cousins absolutely ADORE my dad and could not care less thag he’s muslim. My aunts on my dads side love me my sibling and my mum

My uncles and aunts on my mums side love my dad

ive also been in situations myself that i cant go into some places in india bc i have a muslim surname.

My dad also has to give a different name when we’re in mandirs and stuff otherwise we’d all be kicked out and never allowed in ever again.

Also look in england. A very developed country compared to india, multple faiths, races, everything, yet theyre still so backward.

No? Its not the immigrants fault thag anythings happened?? Like, you guys are destroying places of worship ffs. Using weapons, anything. The stuff you guys are doing is NOT HELPING!!!

Judt because a muslim person has done something wrong DOES NOT mean you can make it the religions fault.

i have nothing else to say thag wont be offensive and get me banned or something so yeah

Thanks if youve gottwn this far

I think awareness should be spread a bit about how backward the world is going.

[daydreamsandafternoonteafics]

Let's Pretend It's Love- Chapter 8

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Game night turned out to be great fun, thanks to Harry. The more I hung around him, the more I realized he was actually a tiny bit of fun. He was goofy and dorky but warm and friendly. Besides pretending to be my boyfriend, Harry was amazing at making me feel like less of a sorry third wheel around Penny and Liam.

Strangely for once, I’d felt like I belonged. I was beginning to believe that with Harry by my side I could survive any awkward family dinner or equally awkward double date with Penny and Liam that the next few months would throw at us.

It was a rainy Saturday and business was dreadfully slow for Jess and I. Rain, although entirely inevitable in England ,seemed to ward customers away from the shop. As much as I loved Jess, it could easily get terribly boring with just the two of us there. But it gave us the opportunity to cut loose, walk around barefoot and blast Mumford & Sons so who’s complaining?

“Ooo. Who are you getting dolled up for? Got a date with a potential Tinder match?” Jessa asked as she sauntering over to me as I applied my makeup behind the counter.

I playfully rolled my eyes whilst closing my mascara.

“Ha. You wish. The only person I get dolled up for is myself. Penny’s called for lunch at some posh restaurant and I don’t want to look like rubbish. I was too lazy to do it all this morning. I’m hoping my mum picks up the tab.” I replied.

Something deep down inside was telling me that Penny’s wedding plans were just starting to take off. I’m not sure I’m ready for this.

“Oi, I forgot about the blushing bride. What about your boyfriend dilemma? How’d that work out? Ya never told me.” Jess announced absentmindedly while rummaging through my make up bag.

My heart dropped. Harry and I’s “relationship” was pretty top secret. No one else was supposed to know. Although Jess was the only one besides Harry who I’d told about needing a pretend boyfriend, I didn’t think it would be appropriate. Plus it would only make things awkward when Harry stopped by the shop.

“It’s forgotten. Penny and Mum are absolutely buzzing about the wedding. They’re a bit distracted.” I shrugged silently praying Jess wouldn’t see through my lies like she usually did.

As many times as I’ve lied in the past few weeks and prayed to God to cover my bum, I’m quite certain that I’m going to hell.

“Lucky you got out of that one, lass. Can I borrow this palette? These colors are to die for!” Jessa exclaimed obviously distracted by the amount of make-up in my bag.

Note to self: When wanting to avoid Harry and fake boyfriend convos with Jess, bring make up.

“Absolutely not! Remember that matte red I let you borrow that you never returned and it ended up melting all over your car seat?That was my favorite and it cost me nineteen pounds!” I retorted.

“I was gonna get you another for Chirstmas!” She shot back.

In the midst of our bickering the shop’s brass bell rang along with the sound of a familiar pair of raggedy boots that I could recognize miles away.

Jessa and I nearly jumped into our professional stances.

“Don’t mind me, carry on.” Harry announced coyly with that crooked smirk of his.

Even a gray, rainy day couldn’t stop Harry from wearing his Picassoeque shirts. He was a burst of color in his yellow, flora print button up. Jess’s face was nearly as red as chili pepper.

“Hi H-Harry, long time no see. What can we do for you today?” She nearly shrieked from a combination of the excitement and surprise of seeing her favorite customer.

I snickered.

“Hello, Harry.” I greeted stiffling my giggles.

Harry grinned revealing his famous dimples.“Hello to the both of you lovely ladies. I’m running low on polish. Can you get the kind that you always do, Jessamine?” He asked.

Jessa smiled.

“Of course, Harry. Anything for my favorite customer!” She sang sweetly, not even missing a beat as she sauntered into the storage room.

Jess was always so giddy whenever Harry came in. It was strange. It’s like she was his boots grouipe or something.

“So, enjoying the rainy weather?” Harry asked whilst leaning on the counter once Jess was gone.

I smiled.

“I am. I love the rain. It’s peaceful.”

He nodded

“I agree. I was in the bookstore earlier looking for something for you.”

My eyebrows rose.

“Me? What were you looking for?” I asked curiously.

Harry grinned.

“A guide to charades. Next time, we have to smash them!”

I rolled my eyes but I also couldn’t help but grin thinking about what an idiot Harry had made of himself.

“You’re still holding onto that?? It’s just a game, Harry. You’re far too competitive. ” I replied.

He sighed.

“Honestly, we could have done better. We’re a good team, we just have to bring our A-game. I had a great time though.” He finished softly running a hand through his wild curls.

I smiled.

“So did I.” I replied sheepishly tucking a strand of stray hair behind my ear.

What’s wrong with me today? Did I just admit that?

“So, are you free later today?” Harry asked totally catching me off guard. His eyebrows raised in a hopeful manner and mine scrunched in confusion. What’s up with him wanting to spend time with me outside of our little agreement? Doesn’t he grow tired of being around me? Doesn’t he want to be alone sometimes?

“Actually, Penny’s called for lunch in a couple of hours. Looks like it might have something to do with bridesmaid duties. Wish me luck.” I replied secretly happy that for the first time in forever, I actually had plans.

Whenever I didn’t have plans(which was generally always) people seemed to take it as a calling card to socialize with me.

The corner of his lips curled into a small smile.

“Ew. Girl stuff. I understand. Fill me in on the details.” Harry joked.

I laughed.

“Will do.” I replied and coincidentally Jessa returned with various jars of shoe polish for Harry.

“There’s black, brown and camel. Take your pick, love!” She shouted enthusiastically.

If Jess was this friendly with her other customers, she’d have more business than she did now. If I’m not mistaken I’d say that Jessa has got a thing for her “favorite customer”. I watched carefully and awkwardly as Jess rang Harry up whist batting her eyelashes,grinning widely and holding onto his every word as if it were the most important thing ever said. She’s totally into him! I don’t why I never noticed before.

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It was three on the dot when I arrived at Penny’s favorite restaurant. Jess had closed shop early since Harry was literally our only customer today. The showers had lightened up luckily for me who’d forgotten my umbrella at my flat. The fancy, stuffy air of the restaurants practically smothered me once I entered the doors and I had half a mind to turn right back around and haul a cab home.

“Party of Taylor?” I announced more like asked the hostess. She smiled a tight lipped smile before grabbing a menu and leading me into the restaurant. She gestured to an oblong table with Penny sitting at one end , Mum at the other and three unfamiliar faces I didn’t know scattered somewhere in the middle.

“Presley!! You made it!! I saved you a seat” Penny exclaimed with a wide grin patting a seat next to a blond girl.

I tried to genuinely return the smile as I reluctantly took my seat next to the stranger. I’m already having second thought about this. Penny had completely failed to tell me there’d be other people here. I was really just expecting her and Mum.

“Hello everyone. Hi Mum,” I greeted awkwardly.

Mum smiled her famous forced smiles.

"Hello, love. You’re late.” She deadpanned. I sighed.

Why is it a requirement that I have to love my mother? Who came up with that rule?

“Well, now that Presley’s here, let’s get started, yeah?"Penny asked

. A waiter approached the table and handed me a champagne flute of what appeared to be orange juice. I accepted the glass, thanked him, and gingerly took a sip. The strong taste of champagne filled my mouth and my mood suddenly changed. This bridesmaid thing was going to be easy, especially if there was going to be alcohol at every gathering.

Penny clapped her hands together and grinned widely, her eyes scanning over the table. "Well, first I want to start by saying, welcome to the bridal party!! You lot are going to be like sisters for the next few months and hopefully after Liam and I tie the knot so I think it’s important to get to know each other first.” I fought the urge to roll my eyes. There’s no way I’m becoming sisters with these girls who came from literally nowhere.

The blonde next to me stood up.

“Hello everyone! I’m Charlotte. Penny’s favorite person in the whole world and also her head bitch in charge for the next few months, A.K.A: maid of honor. You can clap for that.” She declared proudly tossing her hair over her shoulder.

From the moment Charlotte stood up I could tell she was going to be one of those girls everyone on the bridal party would be planning to kill once everything is over.

She smirked over at me. “Your turn.”

I sighed. I’m only doing this for Penny.

“I’m Presley. Bridesmaid as well as Pen’s twin sister.” I announced dryly not even bothering to stand up. I took another gulp of my Mimosa to keep myself from having to say more. Charlotte’s blue eyes lit up.

“So you’re Penny’s twin! Wow, you certainly didn’t take after Penny.” She observed curtly.

I gritted my teeth. “It’s called being a fraternal twin.” I retorted.

Charlotte was already pushing all the wrong buttons and we’re nowhere even close to the wedding. If this drink wasn’t so good, I would have dumped it on her by now.

The other two girls, Libby and Ailsa, seemed genuinely nice by their introductions. I couldn’t promise that I’d be friends with them but I probably wouldn’t want to end up killing them by the time the wedding was over. Once everyone was done with introductions, the salad came and Penny got down to business.

“Liam and I really want our wedding to stand out from the rest so we decided on a day in February. It will be so pretty with all the snow. Like a Winter Wonderland sort of theme.” Penny announced dreamily. Every bridesmaid’s face, with an exception of mine lit up. “

That’ll be lovely!” Ailsa exclaimed.

Are you kidding?!? It’ll be freezing cold and we’ll all die of hypothermia. Why must brides insist on torturing their bridesmaids?

“Colors! What about colors? I think silver would be perfect!” Charlotte exclaimed.

Every time Penny mentioned something she just had to jump in and make her suggestions. Who’s wedding is this again?

For the next twenty minuets, Penny, Charlotte, Ailsa and Libby chatted excitedly about ideas for Penny’s big day. I just sort of mentally checked out of the conversation allowing my mind to drift from the buzz of the Mimosa whilst forking over my salad and trying to figure out how I’d never realized how obviously in love with Harry Jessa was. All these years that he’d been coming into the shop and they haven’t made some type of connection? I find that so strange.

“Hellooo! Earth to Presley!” I heard Penny shout snapping me from my thoughts.

“Huh?” I shouted snapping my head in her direction.

All the bridesmaids and Mum were staring at me.

“So spacey.” I could hear Charlotte mutter.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “What do you think?” Penny asked leaning her head to the side and staring at me with her doe brown eyes. I know that look. She wants something.

“About what..?” I asked.

“About Harry joining the bridal party? Well, he’d be a groomsmen so whatever they call their party.”

I nearly spat out my drink.

“Why?” I blurted.

Penny’s face fell slightly.

“Because Liam’s short one groomsmen and the number of bridesmaids and groomsmen have to be even. Plus, Li really likes Harry and you two can walk down the aisle together. It’ll be cute!” She exclaimed.

I was cringing on the inside. This boyfriend and girlfriend thing between Harry and I was only supposed to be for a limited time. We were only supposed to see each other when Mum called family dinners or when Penny and Liam wanted to meet up for spontaneous double dates. With Harry joining the wedding party that would mean we’d be expected to spend even more time with each other for months! I’m not sure I’m ready for this.

“I’m not sure that’s the best idea, Pen.” I replied trying to keep my cool as I took another sip of my Mimosa.

“I have to agree with Presley here,” Mum spoke up.

She’d been strangely quiet all throughout lunch.

“You and I’ve both seen Harvey, the bloke barely washes his hair and he doesn’t even dress nicely. How do you expect to clean him up for your big day? Liam needs a more polished groomsmen.” Mum replied haughtily.

Penny frowned and I just kept drinking. I’m going to need a refill soon.

“Mum, it’s Harry. He’s Presley’s boyfriend and he’s really sweet. I reckon we can get him looking dapper in no time. Right, Presley?” She asked.

Was I supposed to say that? Does it make me a terrible girlfriend for not jumping to my boyfriend's defense?

“Uh, yeah. You haven’t seen Harry in a suit, Mum. So handsome.” I lied.

My eyes searched frantically around the restaurant for a waiter, someone, anyone to come refill my glass and make me drunk enough to not remember anything by tomorrow.

“So, you’ll talk to him for me, Pres?” Penny asked staring at me again with those manipulative doe-brown eyes of hers.

Someone once said the perfect bridesmaid always does what she’s asked. I just really want to find that person right now and punch them square in the face.

“Sure, I’ll talk to him.”

[welcometoneverland-98]

Laughter Lines // 1 - The Platform

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    I was ten years old the first time I stood at Platform 9 3/4. Everything was new to me as I let my eyes wonder around the entire place. The people, the smells, the sounds were all so new that I didn't exactly know where to even begin exploring. 

    My mother's hand was holding onto mine, a small smile on her lips as she watched my older brother, Roman, skip ahead of us as he pushed the little trolley where he had his trunk with his black cat sat on top. This was his first year at Hogwarts, and the next one would be my first year, but seeing everything that was surrounding me made me want to join my brother and go with him in that very morning. 

    There were all sorts of people in the station, some older kids, some as young as me and even some parents with babies on their laps. Everything was much more vibrant than what we saw in our home, the cottage. We lived in shelter for most of our childhood, mother had explained to us why that was and we did live on the promise that when our Hogwarts letters arrived we would experience this very feeling, we would be introduced to the proper world of magic and now that I was seeing it I felt this huge amount of happiness crawling inside my chest.

    The best day before this one, was when mum told us we were going to Diagon Alley so that my brother could get his very own wand. Me and Roman were so excited, that we spent the entire trip there singing songs that mother had taught us, and then we were there. The streets were filled up much like the platform, but it seemed even more magical there.

    Steam was starting to fill up the platform, the train almost ready to leave and this was the time to say our goodbyes to my brother. He stood in front of us, a small hint of a smile on his lips, much like the one my mother wore and nodded his head towards both of us. He started to walk away, me and mum sharing a knowing look with each other, and then he turned back running towards mum and hugged her tightly. This was the first time he would be away from home, alone. But he knew, just like I did, that Hogwarts was our parents home and it would soon become the same to us both. 

    After hugging mum, he turned to me and pulled me in for a tight hug as well. And with a final smile, he stepped on the train as we watched him go off and start his very first year at Hogwarts.

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    During my brother's first year I stayed at the cottage with mum, helping her out with the crops and the animals. The cottage was built a very long time ago, meant to shelter any living member of the Rosier family, they were one of the oldest families to live in the wizarding world and had deep roots in France. My mother, Dahlia Rosier, grew up in France with her parents and she told me about the Beaxbatons academy where she had studied magic in her first years. I remember being in awe with the stories of the carriages and horses and how everything just seemed to be so sophisticated, my brother however was never a big fan of these particular stories. He preferred the story of how my mother came to England when she was 13 and moved to this very same cottage where her aunt and uncle lived.

    I was no stranger to the story of how my father and mother met, but every night I would ask mum to tell me again and she would. 

    They were both 13, and she had just transferred to Hogwarts and got sorted into Slytherin which was the very same house that my father was in. They had heard of each other through family members, believing to be actual distant relatives but they fell in love with each other. Dahlia Rosier and Regulus Black fell in love in the midst of a war.

    The stories my mother told didn't have much detail about my father. Roman and I knew about you know who and all that he had done, it was an important piece of history to most people, but to us it was too personal. We had the knowledge that father had this dark side to him, about the way he had been brought up by his parents but mum always told us that in his last days he wanted to become different, he had found love in her and in us, his own children. They had been parents very young and that was kept a secret until now, the day my brother went to school was the first day the rest of the world found out that the Black blood line is still intact and not extinct like they believed it to be.

    Roman wrote letters throughout his first year at Hogwarts and I had kept them all in my bedroom, in the top drawer of my desk. 

    He wrote about being sorted into Slytherin which had brought him joy due to it being our parents house, but he also wrote about the reactions most students had around him when he said his last name was Black. Some called him a coward's son, others called him evil and none of them even knew him. We were sitting under a bad legacy that my father had left on his name, one that was not even the truth. My father did not die a coward, mum always said that he died bravely and in a mission to save the ones he loved. But she also told us that no one knew the truth and most people would not even be interested in it.

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(A/N)

I started writing this one during the pandemic.

Fred Weasley has been one of my favourite characters ever (besides Draco) and I have wanted to write something for him for quite a while now. If you read some of my other work you'll notice the chapters are shorter than usual but I intend to do that with this story. So expect either short ones like this or massive chapters just for filling. This book will accompany the journey of Ana as she goes by her years at Hogwarts and focus more on the later ones.

Hope you enjoy this as much as I do, 

- Ana xx