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Omg pls write for robertson ily

anything for you my darling. I love you toooooo

First Sight 🥨

Hiiiii how is YOU doing hope you're actually doing well. So hii il happy you're here so I took this video as inspiration may I say??

I don’t know just deal with me

So the “she” is a member of the crew enjoy your reading

As she was fixing his helmet and the camera and helping him out with it He felt like he couldn’t breathe. He’s been touched before by many people-girls- in shootings fixing his clothes fixing his face but her touch was different she made him feel like he was drowning, the more he looked into the depth of her brown eyes as it pulled him deeper and deeper, and from some reason, he was okay with it he didn’t want to come up for air, it felt right. 

“ Can you speak into the mic so we’ll know if it's working?” she said with the prettiest smile on her face, a smile that felt like a sudden beam of sunlight illuminating the darkest corners of the room he was starstruck 

“ Can you hear me ?” confusion on her face

“What” ? he said

“Perfect” she giggled 

Trent gave him a confused look “You alright mate”- “Yeah..yeah I'm fine”

And action 

They started filming the video 

In the corner of the room, she was sat now, lost in her own thoughts, thinking of how close to him she had been earlier it was hard for her trying not to freak out while she could feel his eyes on her scanning her, how could someone look so effortlessly beautiful with chocolate brown eyes and blond hair, his bread looks cute she thought a loud laugh brought her back to reality well reality isn’t bad after all she was in the same room as him with him laughing louder than she ever heard him his laughter could be heard throughout the building but she could complain no one could he looked happy and that made her happy.

He was so funny and his laugh was contagious, she tried to suppress her giggling, but she couldn’t and ended up bursting into loud laughter that he noticed and turned his head her way their eyes locked they gazed into each other's eyes for a quick sec that felt like an eternity for them he then gave her a soft and gentle smile full of kindness and empathy, maybe after all she had a chance with him. It actually made his heart leap when he’ve seen her laugh 

They went on with the video and kept on with the challenge, he will From time to time spear her a glance his incredible laughter now melody to her ears it was pure vibes it felt nice seeing this fun side of him he seemed free and comfortable 

Now that they have finished it was time to take his helmet off, 

“Alright, now I’ll take this thing off your head”

“Im Andy,” he said while extending his hand.

Chuckling she took his hand and shook it

‘I know’ it's all that she said with a smirk on her face living him hanging in the air in anticipation.

She then proceeded to take his helmet off, he felt hs-is cheeks flush red as her soft little fingers brushed over his face.

Her face was solemn and focused on what she was doing, she didn’t seem to notice when he was studying her rosy lips and how she was biting on them as a sign of concentration, her curled brown hair and the way her eyelashes catch the light she was too close and he was breathing in her scent the smell of her encasing him in a feeling of comfort and tenderness.

Then she does notice, he was looking at her and she was looking back at him and it felt strange, for both of them and he was smiling as he did before as though they were sharing a secret, she was the first to look away as she felt her face grew hot.

She picked her material up and was making her way out of the room. 

Trent nudged his arm “Aren’t you gonna do something about it?”

Do what, what are you even talking about?”

Oh cmon ask her out or something everyone saw the way you looked at each other” 

-what if she says no 

-just GO 

He followed behind her and grabbed her hand but in a gentle way

She felt his warm fingers closing just above her wrist  sending electricity all over her body pulling her back gently 

“I'm sorry about that,” he said quickly as he took his hand back.

She nodded with a smile“It's alright”.

They stood there in silence  and looked into each other's eyes there are so many things unsaid between them until finally, he decided to speak “Would you like to go out sometime for coffee or if you don’t like it we can get teal or a hot chocolate maybe or we-” 

“Okay,” she said chuckling lightly “ we can swap numbers if you’d like to”

He was too shocked to hear her say that he pulled his phone faster than he could ever do and let her type her number in it.

“ gotta go now I guess I’ll see you later ?” she asked 

“Definitely” he responded with a grin on his face 

She waved him and Trent goodbye laughing softly to herself as she left the room.

Trent puts his arms around Robbo’s shoulder “I guess love, at first sight, is a real thing huh?”

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Can you do 10 for robertson:)

"Is daddy injured?"

Player: Andy Robertson

TW: Fluff, injury, children

Prompt list: Children

Summary: the fear of Andy's injury sent so much panic to you and your son. This was your worst nightmare.

"Is daddy injured?" Your little boy's sweet voice asked from next to you. Your heart couldn't take on the fact that your little boy had to witness his dad in heartbreak. It didn't seem like the worst injury but it didn't have to, it still sent a shiver down your spine and a feeling of fear through your body.

"I don't know yet baby" You softly replied sitting him on your knee as you both watched Andy being escorted down the tunnel. This was the one part of Andy's career you didn't want your son to know about. His little face fell soft as soon as he couldn't see his father, all he wanted was to know he was ok.

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"Hi, Im y/n Robertson can I see Andy please?" You asked the security guard who was stood near the changing and physio rooms. He quickly let you know as you frantically rushed to your husband. You were met with him talking to Trent with two crutches and a sorry-looking face. Your son stood next to you tightly holding your hand.

"Daddy!" He shouted from next to you before running over to Andy as quickly as possible. You watched as Andy carefully picked him up with a tight lip smile. Trent offered you a smile before sliding back through the door and into the noisy hallway. "Did you hurt yourself?" He asked trying his very best to not stumble on his words as his arms wrapped tightly around Andy's neck.

"A little bit lad but I'm alright" He explained with a smile as he gave you a wink before you wandered over. "I might be at home with you for a week or two though" He added with a laugh knowing how happy that would make you both knowing you got to have some days with just you three.

"Are you ok?" You asked trying to make sure he wasn't trying to put on a brave face. You kissed his cheek and looked at those eyes you could always find love in.

"Yes, baby I am," Andy said against your lips before placing a kiss on yours. Your son screwed his face up at the view causing you both to laugh at his childish antics. Although the fear of Andy dealing with a long-term injury always sent fear into your body you always knew it would be easy with your little family. Better together.

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Erin cuthburt×reader🙏

I WOULD NEVER //ERIN CUTHBURT

Genre:angst/fluff at the end

Prompt:you and your long term girlfriend, Erin, get into a very heated fight which results to her walking out of your house and you misunderstanding the situation.

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"You don't get it! you never will! " Erin yelled in frustration as she paces around the room looking at a very irritated you.

"Okay! I get that but you are my girlfriend! I can't see you bury yourself with all the training sessions, workouts, photoshoots and more! " your eyes welled up with tears as you spoke. "So you know how embarrassing it is to be stood up by your own girlfriend in front of your family?! "

You're talking about the incident that occurred earlier today.

You and Erin were supposed to meet your parents and siblings for lunch, Erin had 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 you that she would show up, not wanting to stand you up another time.

Obviously that promise was broken, which lead to the heated argument you were currently having.

"How many times do I have to say that I'm sorry! I've apologized a million times already!" She said with her thick accent that came out when she was angry.

"Erin, that wasn't the only time you've stood me up. I'm your girlfriend for God's sake! You can't keep doing shit like this! You broke your promise, you said that you would go but you didn't! And you didn't even text me to say that you're not gonna be coming! I had to sit there like a fool with my family, assuring them that your were probably late! "

"Oh my gosh! So what if I broke my promise? Get fucking over it " she let out a sigh of irritation and started walking away towards your shared room.

"Don't you walk away from me! We are having this conversation now! " you started fully on crying.

You were sick of getting g stood up, you were sick of being embarrassed whenever Erin promised to show up but didn't, but in the end, you love Erin with your entire heart, too much to leave her as you fully believed that you would never have survived your dark days without her.

That's why you panicked when you spotted Erin getting her shows from the closet.

"Are you leaving? " your voice quited down a little

"I cant fucking do this anymore! " she yelled before she stormed out of the house.

Your heart stopped as you watched the scene unfold. Did you just lose the love of your life? Did she just walk out on you? She probably won't be returning.

Your mind immediately went to the worst possible answers. You didn't know what to do as sobs racked through your body, you didn't mean to lose Erin. You really didn't.

In reality you hadn't lost Erin, you just misunderstood the situation, but you didn't know that yet.

Your body involuntarily slipped down the white walls of your shared-not shared?- house.

The thoughts of her moving out, breaking up with you and dating someone else intoxicated your mind. You hated it.

Of course your mind went to those places. Whose mind wouldn't when their significant other yells out that they 'can't do this anymore' after an argument and walks out?

After about 45 minutes of sobbing, Erin finally went back to the house. With flowers in one and and her phone in the other, Erin went into the house only to be greeted by eerie silence.

Only did she hear the sounds of your muffled sobs coming from the bedroom did that silence break.

She quickly sprinted up to your room and when's he opened the door, she was greeted by you lying face down on the bed sobbing your heart out into the tear stained pillow.

She immediately raced to your side, making you flinch at the sudden contact and jolt up from the place where you were lying down.

You sniffles quieted down when you saw her sitting on the edge of the bed with a concerned look on her perfect face.

The sight of her made you calm down slightly.

"Why are you crying? I'm so sorry for making you cry baby, I swear I didn't mean to my love. I'm so so so sorry. " her words were rushed out as she pulled you into a hug that you melted into, but were clearly filled with concern for you. Her eyes proved that.

"I thought you broke up with me. " she barely get out because of your strained voice.

"I would never. I don't think k I'd ever survive if not for you. I'm so sorry I'm made you think that way but I assure you that I will never leave you. Not now nor anytime in the future. " she said as she began to tear up too. She couldn't handle seeing you cry, whenever you cried she did too.

It was the same way that some people had contagious smiles that you had a contagious cry.

"Then why did you say that you couldn't do this anymore and walk out? "

"I meant that I couldn't stay in the house anymore, I'm sorry baby I should've worded better, and as for the walking g put part, I. Needed a break so I walked around the area a little and got you flowers, ready to apologize. " she explained to you and to say that the new revelation was reliving to you would be an understatement.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm should've been more considerate , I should've never stood you up all those times and I'm sorry for every single thing that I did to make you upset. From now on, I swear that I will keep all of my promises and with that, I promise you to never ever purposely let a tear she'd form those pretty eyes of yours. "She then wiped the tears off of your eyes and proceeded to place kisses all over your face, making a slight smile breakout on your face.

And she did. Erin kept her promise in the future.

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Andy would deffo be the type of Boyf to always have a hand on your bum don’t even argue with me

for real!!! its a gesture that you both find comforting when in a crowded place or even amongst family and friends. he'll pull you into him and slowly stroke a line down your spine until his hand stops at your bum giving it a little pat before he lets it rest there, giving you a cheeky grin as he continues talking to virgil about next week's game. your heart flutters in your chest every time he does it, filling your heart with warmth over the beautiful life you guys created.

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VI.

Oh how I miss her! (feat. Andy Robertson)

Lil cheeky request from @yellowkitkieran because sometimes we all need someone else hold down the fort and write about our fave people for us so we don't have to. Kieran at Scotland camp, missing his girlfriend so bad he decides to get a 2nd opinion from a teammate about how to woo a girl. Cute and sweet.

Hope you are all enjoying int break!

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Days on international break have become mundane and repetitive to say the least, the weather of somehow always cold and rainy Scotland making the days seem grimmer. Kieran used to yearn for international break, the chance to play for his country and wear the crest above his heart being his favourite time of year. But this time it's different. This time he had to leave you behind and travel back up north. His heart had almost broken and shattered when he had to get out of your comfortable and warm bed to say goodbye, painfully aware that you would be out of his reach for so long. He had however not expected missing you to be this hard and painstaking. He did not account for that worry that you have somehow forgotten him would cloud his mind once in a while, even though you texted at any chance. He had also not accounted for the fact that not being able to spoil you would somehow make him feel less worthy of your time.

The man has spent the last three hours pacing his room trying to figure out how to make you feel loved and appreciated. He knows you are not the type for grand gestures like hiring a skywriter or a limousine that would take you to Scotland, although the thought has crossed his mind. He also doesn't  want it to come off as a second thought like sending you a balloon that said I love you. It was too early for that and somehow also too late for that. 

Kieran has always insisted that his one true love is the beautiful game of football. Ever since he was a wee lad his life has revolved around the ball at his feet. No matter what was happening around the man, whether it be teenage breakups or moves across the country to follow his dream, to a place where he has no friends, football had been the one constant in his life. But now after you have come into his life everything has changed and been tossed upside down.

No matter how he tries to wrap his head around the issue and live up to his own expectations, somehow none of the ideas in his mind seem to measure up to what he thinks you deserve. 

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And so here he is, standing at the door bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet. He stretches the sweaty fingers from the fist they have been the whole way here, trying to calm down. The man tries to stretch his neck, to hopefully get rid of the cramp that has formed between his shoulder blades. He's never been stressed to talk to any of his teammates, let alone Andy. But somehow he is thrown back in time, back to being a child about to ask one of the older kids if he can join their football game after class. Kieran considers giving up and retreating to his room and spending another five hours trying to find a way to swoon you. 

But it's too late, because the door is swinging open and he is met by the warm brown eyes of his captain.

“Kieran!” the older man sounds excited, the surprise evident on his face. 

Kieran doesn't reply, suddenly a knot is stuck in his throat, all the colour drained from his face. 

“Are you okay?” Andy's eyes fill for worry and honestly it almost makes the Kieran cry. Andy's eyes have always given away every ounce of his emotion he's feeling and now seeing himself be the reason for those same usually gleeful eyes to be full of pain and sadness and worry makes him want to scream into a pillow.

“Yeah I'm okay.” Kieran almost doesn't recognize his voice from how strained it sounds. 

Andy doesn't reply.

“I-” Kieran stammers “I- Can I come in?”

“Yes, of course,” Andy replies instantly, stepping aside so Kieran can walk into the room. “You are not making my worry less however.”

“Now tell me, what's wrong?” Andy asks Kieran, who stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, feeling the burning gaze of his friend on him. “Kieran? Sit! You are stressing me out!”

“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” The younger scrambles to plop down on the end of the bed. Andy sits down on one of the chairs in the corner of the room. 

An awkward silence falls between the pair, the only sound is Kieran awkwardly and rather desperately running his hands up and down his thighs in an attempt to dry his hands over his pants.

“Kieran!” Andy is the first to break the silence, his voice dripping with urgency.

“I shouldn't have come here,” the younger groans. 

“I'm worried about you and I won't let you leave. You look absolutely distraught, dripping with sweat and pale as a ghost…” Andy raies an eyebrow, “and that's coming from me!”

Kieran cracks a smile letting out a heavy breath. “I need advice” he finally let's out.

“Oh God if you need me to check a spot that may be a std-” Andy exclaims, rubbing his hand over his face. 

“Ew no! Is that something that happens?” Kieran looks at him startled. 

“Oh thank God! You would be surprised and slightly concerned if you knew how often.” A heavy sigh of relief tumbles out of Andy's chest.

  “Who?” Kieran cracks a half smile.

“Did you come here to gossip or?” Andy laughs lightly, an undertone of authority still evident beneath the playful exterior. 

“Okay okay.” Kieran rubs his temple in defeat.

“Well?” 

“Okay so…” Kieran begins and pauses.

“Okay so?” Andy repeats as if to encourage Kieran to talk.

“Okay so… I miss my girlfriend.” Kieran pauses waiting for Andy to laugh, but no sounds follow, instead Andy watches him with genuine kindness and almost love in his eyes. 

So Kieran continues, “Like, it's new and I know it's silly but she's so different from anyone before. Like usually I love being here, but right now there is nowhere else I'd rather be than on her couch watching one of her stupid shows and laughing about the people on the screen or walking around London trying to find the best kebab in the whole city or trail behind her as she explores every inch of the museum, observing her never ending curiosity to learn new things in real life. Fuck I'd even gladly sit shoulder to shoulder with her on the stuffy train, just cause she needs to try a specific doughnut flavour on the other end of the city just to find out they had a store around the corner from her apartment a few days later. As long as she's next to me. Like how the hell have I fallen this bad for someone in a few months…”

He looks at Andy through his lashes, a helpless look in his eyes.

“I get you,” Andy says without much thought. The earnest look in the older's eyes almost shocks the younger, but then Kieran realises that Andy and him may not be in such different situations. It's the way Andy looks beyond Kieran's shoulder, his gaze searching for someone or something. Kieran thinks about how he's seen Andy and his wife embrace whenever they have games, how the older looks at the woman and how she looks at him. Like they are each other's light in the dark, he thinks about how Andy always sneaks off away from the other lads to call home and wish her goodnight, to read bedtime stories. Kieran thinks back to how he's never seen his captain more happy than when his son runs into his arms at games. 

Andy might not have a hot, sexy girlfriend that makes his head spin and butterflies erupt in his stomach, but he has a family. He has a wife that loves him through all the highs and lows, someone he's withstood the trials of time with. Andy has something Kieran wishes he would have with you in a few years. 

“So what can I help you with?” The curiosity in Andy's voice brings Kieran out of his little daydream. The suddenness of reality makes his cheeks sting and burn. 

“I'm not sure she knows how important she is to me,” he croaks.

“Now that I doubt. I'm sure she knows how important to you she is.” Andy softens his voice, mistakenly thinking Kieran is here looking for comfort. The slight unintended pity makes Kieran want to crawl into the ground never to be seen again.

“No! It's not that!” the words fall from his mouth like a waterfall, harsh and messy. His hands grow sweaty and shame fills his eyes. This was a mistake.

Andy straightens up, clearly slightly taken aback by the younger's outburst. The older's face is contorted in concentration, searching for an answer without having to ask. He must have noticed the panic in the eyes of Kieran.

“I wanted to ask for advice on how to make her feel special… Like you have a wife, you know these things.” He scratches the back of his neck, each word making him internally cringe and retract.

“Oh?” At first it sounds like a hiccup but based on the expression on the other man's face Kieran deduces that it was Andy who was left surprised. 

“Do you think,” Kieran is suddenly overly aware of everything around the two of them, “you might have any advice?”

“I can try.” Andy laughs, the sound making Kieran feel more safe and relaxed instantly, “Does she like flowers?”

“Uh I think she does,” Kieran says unsure of himself.

“What's her favourite flower?” Andy asks, leaning forward, waiting for an answer.

Kieran doesn't reply at first. He closes his eyes replaying every moment of the two of you together, trying to remember you mentioning flowers or plants. With each passing second his heart beats faster, his skin becoming moist again and worry creeps up his spine inch by excruciating inch.

“I don't know." Kieran's voice sounds pained and small and full of shame. His eyes are now lined by tears. 

“It's okay,” Andy says softly. “It's still early in the relationship. Maybe you just forgot at the moment. How about we go off what flowers remind you of her?”

Kieran nods.

“How about roses?” Andy offers.

“She's not basic like a rose,” Kieran instantly retorts.

“Okay no roses.” Andy nods, mentally noting down the comment, “I'll know not to get you roses too.”

The comment makes Kieran ease up again, to relax back onto the bed.

“What about lilies?” Andy asks again.

“Too posh.”

“Daisies?” “Not special enough.”

“Irisis?”

“No…” Kieran feels frustration creep into his mind at coming off so difficult when it's just flowers. It would have been so much easier if he had just known what your favourite flower is.

“What about peonies? They are very beautiful and I think those are special.”

Kieran shakes his head, eyes filling with tears again and his lip quivering. There has to be a million types of flowers in the world and none of them seem to hit the mark. 

“Okay no peonies.” Andy nods “How about you tell me what she reminds you of? Maybe then we will know what flower to look for?”

“She's like the sun. She makes every day worth waking up to and she brightens my world. Until I met her everything seemed to just be chaos but now I feel like she's pulled me into her orbit and now we revolve around each other. Like it's not been so long since we started dating but all I think about is her and I know I sound crazy and whatever but something about her just pulls me in and I can't explain it.” Kieran's face lights up as he talks about you. 

“You really like this girl huh?” Andy's smile illuminates his eyes.  

“Yeah.” Kieran feels himself blush.

“You should get her sunflowers,” Andy says,  “they are pretty and special and have the name sun in them.”

Sunflowers! Sunflowers are perfect! You took Kieran on your first date to the art museum to see an exhibit about Vincent Van Gogh and you spent hours telling him about how much you loved his art, especially the painting of sunflowers. You were wearing a lingerie set with tiny embroidered sunflowers the first time the two of you were intimate. 

“I should send Rachel some peonies,” Andy wonders to no one in particular. “It's been ages since I sent her flowers just for fun.”

Kieran smiles at the older.

“You want some company at the flower store tomorrow?” Andy asks Kieran. “I'm sure they will let us sneak out for a few hours.”

“I'd love nothing more,” Kieran grins at his friend.

As Kieran and Andy stand at the door Kieran hugs him tightly.

“Thank you so much Andy ” his voice is muffled against his friend's shoulder.

“Any time,” Andy chuckles. “I'm here to help you on and off pitch after all.”

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Confession Time

(Thomas Hunt x OC) in a Choices Red Carpet Diaries/The Royal Romance Crossover drabble

Thirty Kisses in Thirty Days Challenge with the prompt: finally kissing the friend you've been yearning for.

Rating: G for fluff

A/N THE FINAL PROMPT!!!! I know I'm a couple days late in posting this, luckily I missed a few days during the thirty days so technically I'm still on day thirty 🤣 It seemed appropriate to end this challenge like I began it, with my OTP Thomas and Amanda. Thanks @twinkleallnight for requesting them for this prompt. And to @hopelessromantic1352 for encouraging me to start the challenge. This is something my OTP do in just about every series of mine 😂 *I couldn't decide on which gif to use of my FC for Thomas, so both were used for the beginning of this drabble 😉*

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"Any news yet?"

Thomas directed the frown he had while staring at his phone to Holly.

"No."

She sighed while handing him his notes. "Did she say when she would let you know?"

"No. She did not."

Addison came rushing over.

"I finally found pictures of the coronation. I thought it would be live, but apparently there is some Cordonian rule against filming inside the ancient cathedral."

The three crowded around her phone to see photographs of Prince Liam being crowned king.

"Wow!" Addison gushed. "Liam is so handsome! He's like what you imagine every prince should look like."

Holly nodded in agreement.

"Look! There's Amanda!"

She scrolled back a picture and pointed at the duchess they all personally knew standing off to the side of the cathedral with other nobles.

Thomas's frown deepened.

She looks lovely, he thought. A possible queen in the making.

"I love her dress!" Addison babbled on. "I wonder if she'd mind my using something similar for your next film."

Holly doubted she would. "It's almost time boss."

"Right." He handed Addison her phone back. "Where are my notes."

"In your hand." Holly reminded him.

He grimaced somewhat over that.

"Try and smile!" Addison teased. "No one will ever want to see your latest film with that sour expression of yours."

Thomas rolled his eyes on his way to the podium. This press conference was tedious at best. He wanted nothing to do with it. The last thing on his mind, which should have been the first, was going into detail about his filming process.

He couldn't stop thinking about Amanda and the very real possibility that she'd be chosen as Liam's queen.

He'd become friends with the duchess when filming, The Last Duchess, in Cordonia a couple of years earlier. They'd grown close over their similar love of classic films and had managed to spend as much time together as possible. He took a lot of his free time to visit her in Cordonia along with her estates in Scotland and Italy. She in turn would visit him in California and on his various filming locations.

Their friendship came about so easily that he almost missed the realization that he'd fallen in love with her.

It wasn't until she told him about what typically happens when a crown prince or princess is about to become the new monarch that he realized he wanted to be with her.

"I know it sounds practically gothic." She tried to tease. "But every available lady of the Court must take part in being a suitor for Liam."

Thomas had been floored. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach, even with her adding that she truly didn't think she'd be chosen.

"Liam and I are too good of friends." She explained. "He knows I don't have those types of romantic feelings for him. Plus he knows I have no desire to be queen."

"Wouldn't your friendship make you a desirable choice?" Thomas countered. "After all, I imagine he would at least want someone he knows and trusts by his side if he can't find someone he loves."

"Love isn't a necessity in the Crown's eyes." Amanda mumbled. "I never thought about being chosen because I'm his friend."

Silence fell between them as the seriousness of the situation struck them both.

He knew he couldn't tell her how he felt about her now, especially not over the phone. Thomas wanted to see her face when he admitted to being in love. She deserved to have romance and everything he could possibly do to show her how special she truly was to him.

Even more so now that she was forced into what should be a reality show scenario.

After weeks of sporadic contact with Amanda, he'd been scouring the international news sources to try and figure out just whom Liam would pick as queen. There was an American in the mix who seemed a very likely candidate. Liam certainly appeared happy with her in all of Ana De Luca's interviews and pictures.

He didn't know if he was relieved or more worried that there weren't that many images of Amanda and Liam together. If anything, there were only photographs from their past used in articles that mentioned her. They seemed so comfortable around each other. No romantic glances. No lingering touches. Nothing at all to even hint at romance.

It gave him the one glimmer of hope Thomas needed.

"Good afternoon." He gruffly greeted the members of the press. "Thank you for coming."

He placed his phone near his notes in the hopes of hearing from Amanda soon.

Thomas delivered his usual thorough explanation of both his decisions in casting along with the filming techniques he used. After years of teaching, he couldn't help but give a lecture of sorts for each press event. The reporters typically appreciated it since it made their jobs easy and he knew they were sure to have all the pertinent information.

He checked the time once he opened the floor for questions. He knew there was a nine hour time difference between Los Angeles and Cordonia. That meant that Amanda was just in the full swing of the coronation ball, the very one Liam would announce his choice.

Thomas hoped she would send him some type of text letting him know if he would be able to invite her along on his press junket or if he would be invited to her wedding.

Should I go, he wondered. Could I stand to see her marry someone who isn't in love with her now knowing how I feel?

"Mr. Hunt?" One of the reporters said a touch louder.

Thomas looked up. "Yes?"

The room waited on his response.

"Could you repeat your question?" He asked.

"What made you decide on casting Ryan Summers as the bad guy?"

Thomas ran his hand through his hair while proceeding to answer what made him choose Hollywood's most suave and handsome as the sadistic, cold, and manipulative antagonist.

His phone vibrated, causing him to pause mid-sentence.

The person he most wanted and dreaded hearing from finally sent him a message.

I'm on my way home. Liam chose Madeleine and I will have a few weeks of freedom before the next round of court events to celebrate their upcoming wedding. I have so much to tell you! I'm exhausted from this social season and am ready to collapse in bed. I will call you tomorrow 😘

Thomas had a huge smile on his face once her message was reread. He kept up the answer of Ryan's character while his mind raced with the possibilities.

He couldn't wait to start.

****************

Two days later...

Thomas pushed away from his car the moment Amanda stepped out of her plane. Her smile nearly matched his in delight of seeing each other after months of being apart.

He walked over to meet her at the end of the stairs, chuckling when she practically fell into his arms for a hug.

"Hello." He responded when she finally looked up at him.

"Hello!" She tilted her head. "You grew a beard."

He subconsciously rubbed his cheek. "I did."

She smiled, pressing a kiss to where his hand had been. "It suits you."

He closed his eyes over that simple touch. His mind immediately went to going ahead and telling her what he wanted from her, then he argued with himself that he should at least allow her a chance to recover from her travels.

"It feels so good to be here again." She looped her arm with his as they walked to his car. "I've never wanted to escape Cordonia as much as I have these last few months."

"Was it that bad?"

"Yes and no." She hugged his arm. "It was more tedious than anything else. Having to constantly be my best duchess persona without a chance to really relax was grating. I know it was worse on Liam."

As they drove off, she seemed to become sadder.

"What happened?" He asked. "From the few snippets of news we were able to see, it looked like Liam might choose the woman from New York."

"He intended to."

Amanda told him the entire story. His eyebrows rose a few times as she related the mysterious circumstances.

"So, he couldn't choose her?" Thomas felt a great deal of sympathy for Cordonia's young king.

"Not until he finds out who set her up." Amanda huffed. "I wish there was something more we could do. At least Riley didn't return to New York. Maxwell and Bertrand were able to convince her to stay. Liam asked though that we all wait to speak to her until the engagement tour starts. He doesn't want us to cause whoever did this to become suspicious."

"So you'll have to return to Cordonia?" Thomas frowned some at the notion.

"I don't have to, but I feel like I should help as much as I can. Liam deserves to be with the one he loves."

"I see." He muttered.

Amanda's brow furrowed as she studied his stern profile. "Is something wrong?"

His frown deepened. "Only that I intended on inviting you to come with me on my press tour."

"You did?"

He glanced at her face and saw just how happy that suggestion made her.

He reached for her hand, squeezing it in response.

"I did." He shrugged. "I've missed you and thought it would be nice to spend time with you. Plus, your company would make this part of my job much more pleasant."

"It would?" Her smile grew bigger.

"Yes." He replied.

"Where will you be going?"

"The usual spots. London, Paris, Rome, Shanghai, Tokyo, New York." He listed. "A few other spots along the way."

"Hmm. A few of those are where the Court will be traveling. I don't suppose you'd have time to attend some court events with me during this?" She asked.

"I could." He eyed her. "I would make time for them if you wanted me to."

"Then I don't see why I couldn't travel with you!"

Amanda began to explain some of the upcoming dinners and balls to him. He noticed that the idea of his attending with her made her more excited than the actual events.

He found his own heart grow lighter as he drove her to his home. Perhaps all these romantic settings would help lead her into the next step he wished to take.

*****************

A few nights later...

Thomas finished getting dressed. He checked his reflection once more. He normally wasn't a man to second guess his appearance to the degree he was tonight, but he'd come to some decisions.

Tonight would be the night he teased the idea of the two of them together to Amanda.

He'd made dinner reservations at 71Above. With Los Angeles on a gorgeous display at night from the windows, he planned on beginning to flirt with her. He knew it was one of her favorite restaurants here, especially for the view. His hope was that the romantic atmosphere along with his own actions might awaken a possible interest in Amanda.

He stepped out of his bedroom the same moment Amanda did hers.

Her shy smile flashed.

His own lips curved as his eyes swept over her figure. She'd clearly spent a lot of time trying to look her best. The crimson dress she wore was perfect for what he had in mind. It took all his self control to not step closer to her and wrap his arm around her waist.

"Thomas?" She asked hesitantly.

"Yes?"

"Is something wrong?"

"Not at all." He gave himself a mental shake to stop staring at her.

He offered his arm to her, making her smile in response.

"You'll have to forgive me." He said as he led her downstairs.

"For?"

"For staring. Red is most definitely your color."

A blush rose to her cheeks.

"You're forgiven." She teased.

He chuckled. "I'm going to be the envy of everyone at the restaurant."

Amanda scoffed at that notion.

"I believe I will be the envy of everyone." Her hazel eyes drifted along his tall frame, lingering upon his face. "How could I not be?"

Thomas covered her hand that rested in the bend of his arm with his own. He was ready to keep her here and show just the effect her words had on him.

Instead, he led her out to the waiting car and instructed their destination to their driver.

He then sat back beside her and planned.

***************

"I insist on you ordering whatever you want." Amanda told him. "Dinner is on me in thanks for inviting me to spend the next few weeks with you."

She began to study the menu. "This and every other dinner we have."

"There's no need to do that."

"Of course there is!" She smiled at him. "You are always so gracious in opening your home up for me whenever I visit The States. The least I can do is pay for our evenings out."

"If you insist on owing me, then I believe I would like something else other than dinner." He countered.

Amanda's lips twitched with suppressed laughter. "Oh? Is it a car you wish me to purchase?"

He chuckled, draping his arm behind her shoulders. Thomas scooted a touch closer to her, his eyes never leaving her face.

"What I want, doesn't require money." He explained. "It only requires you."

Her brow furrowed in thought. "Me? For what?"

"I want our nights together to be actual dates. And since I'm the one doing the asking, I should pay for our dinner."

Her menu slipped through her fingers and slid off the table.

"I'm sorry." She whispered in disbelief. "What did you say?"

Thomas gently cupped her cheek. He brushed his thumb along her jawline and watched as a deep blush bloomed on her cheeks. It gave him hope that she might feel like he did.

"I realized a few months ago that what I feel for you goes beyond friendship."

Her lips parted in surprise.

"I intended to tell you then but you had to participate as a suitor for Liam." His eyes rested on her mouth then rose back to capture her startled gaze. "I didn't think it right for you to have to give me an answer while also possibly having to marry another friend of yours."

"So you..." Amanda sucked in a shaky breath. "You're attracted to me?"

"In every single way." He clarified. "I've never felt this way about anyone before."

Her eyes widened in response.

Thomas waited patiently for her to say something about her own feelings.

Their waiter came by, interrupting the charged moment.

"Is this going to be one check?" He asked.

"Yes." Amanda answered.

Her smile made Thomas's heart race.

"My date will take care of the check."

****************

The next few hours, Thomas set out to charm Amanda. And in turn, she did the same to him. The smiles, the flirty comments, the heated glances and touches all pointed to this transition being successful. They were definitely moving from a close friendship into a romantic relationship.

Thomas was honestly surprised how easily they stepped into these new roles. There was no awkwardness nor hesitancy on either part.

"Would you like to go somewhere else?" He asked once dinner was done. "Or would you like to go back home?"

He leaned close to her, bracing his arm above her head, when they got into the elevator.

"We could go for a swim or watch a movie." His fingers drifted down her bare arm pausing at her waist. "We won't be interrupted there."

"I'd like that." Amanda's hands rested on his chest.

They slid up to wind around his next, tugging him closer to her.

The elevator opening along with the sound of voices from those waiting to go up to the restaurant made them slowly pull apart.

Grasping her hand, he edged his way through the crowd, nodding to those who called out to him. He ignored the photos being taken of them and held the door open for Amanda.

Once they were safely back in the town car, Thomas raised the privacy barrier.

"I think I should confess something." Amanda said, making him pause in touching her.

"Oh? Sounds ominous." He teased.

She laughed, shaking her head. "I have been working up the nerve for nearly a year to tell you that I wanted more."

Her eyes raised to his.

"That I wanted you to be mine."

Now it was his turn to be shocked.

"You were thinking the same way?"

She nodded.

His lips curved as he drew her close to his side. "Then I suppose neither of us can ever deny our feelings for each other."

"That's true." She pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. "I know I certainly can't. Not now since I know you feel the same way about me."

"Amanda." He moaned, turning and capturing her lips in a deep kiss.

Her hand slid up his chest to tangle in his hair. Her tongue brushed against his, needing more of his touch.

His hands moved along her thighs and lower back. He knew he should slow down and pace their interactions, but each time he heard her say something he'd hoped to hear from her he couldn't stop his need from rising up and taking over.

He couldn't deny how much he wanted her. Since she not only returned his affection but encouraged him to take it another step further. He knew he was a goner.

Amanda checked the time. She knew they had about an hour or more until they reached his home. She unbuckled and straddled his lap. Their mouths met in a steamy kiss while their hands explored the other through their clothes.

Between the kisses and caresses that were fogging up the windows, the couple expressed their hopes for their new future together. Each wish was met with a more tender kiss than the last.

[themcon]

Grew up in and around Scotland mostly and has the accent to prove it, though she is also known to affect accents from other places on jobs, such as: French, Welsh, American, Dutch; she also speaks several languages in that vein.

She was adopted but has no idea or notion of this because the idea of blood attachments and attached relationships at all feels foreign to her. Depending on the FC this could mean she entirely ignored her own physical differences with her parents as well. Which is sort of neat.

She has several tattoos of moons across her person, both stylistic and clinical; she was attracted to the symbology of the moon and what it represented through her entire life and she represents that on her person.

Áine takes krav maga and other martial arts to hone her physical abilities. She might not use violence first, but she does get a little thrill and tickle out of it.

May or may not be a socialite for public appearances and will now be hounded by the paparazzi after her stint in jail. Though she should be annoyed by it I imagine she thrills in the idea and chase of it all.

[pavspatch]

Hyde's place in the history of the penalty

IT'S amazing what sometimes makes its way into your inbox. Recently, and thanks to Mike Smith who is better known as Mossley Smiffy, I was alerted to the fact that the first penalty in the history of football was scored by a former Hyde player.

The man in question was James McLuggage who spent a season with the Victorian Tigers in 1889-90. He played at least 20 matches, scoring a dozen goals.

At the time Hyde FC were a very ambitious club, in fact one with ideas above their station, and it was this attitude that led to the famous FA Cup tie with Preston North End (who were quite a lot bigger).

In common with the Invincibles and other Football League clubs they began to talk of importing talent from Scotland — something that wasn't cheap. But the Athletic News said Hyde had a free purse and there was even talk of signing a player from Glasgow Rangers Reserves on wages of £3 a week (which would equate to about £270 in today's money).

That may even have been McLuggage, who made at least one appearance for the Ibrox first team, but he joined Hyde from Accrington.

Hyde spent lavishly in other ways too. They paid clubs like Belfast Athletic to come and play them. J Fairbrother and Son (Grange Road North was then called Fairbrother Street) started erecting a grandstand. They joined the Lancashire League and even sold photographs of the players.

Of course they couldn't afford it, and by the mid-1890s the original Hyde FC had folded. A new club was established by Charlie Barber, landlord of the Gardeners, Lumn Road.

But back to the famous Jim McLuggage. Here's how his historic penalty exploits are recorded on scottishsporthistory.com:

"One of the cornerstones of football was born in 1891, out of frustration at cynical fouls which prevented a goal. The penalty kick was launched at a meeting of the International FA Board, held in the Alexandra Hotel, Glasgow, on June 2, 1891.

"It was one of the most momentous changes to the laws of the game, and while it was intended for the following season it did not take long to make an impact. The first award of a penalty took place just four days later, on June 6, 1891, at Mavisbank Park, Airdrie.

"Larkhall side Royal Albert defeated Airdrieonians 2-0 to lift the Airdrie Charity Cup and one of their players made history. Around 2,000 fans witnessed 'what is in all likelihood the first case of a referee granting a foul under the new law for tripping, holding, or handling the ball within 12 yards of goal'.

"Few people, least of all the players, knew what to expect: 'That the new law was a puzzle to the players was evident, all appeared to think they could stand in front of the ball as of old, but imagine the astonishment of both players and spectators when Connor alone was left between the sticks, while his ten companions had to go six yards behind the ball along with the Royalists.

" 'In simple, the new law means that but two men settle such infringement, the kicker and opposing goalkeeper, and a goal is a moral certainty with half-good management'.   "The main protagonists in this little scene can all be identified. The referee was James Robertson of 5th King's Royal Volunteers, who lived in Partick and represented the Southern Counties on the Scottish FA committee. The goalkeeper was the veteran James Connor, who had a Scotland cap to his name.

"And most importantly, the scorer was James McLuggage.

"Born in Ireland around 1865, James and his family moved to Scotland when he was a small boy and at some stage dropped a letter from their original name of McCluggage. He started his football career with Cowlairs, and was good enough to be selected for Glasgow against Sheffield in 1886.

"When he moved to Larkhall he turned out for Royal Albert and the Motherwell Times in 1888 described how a howl of joy and triumph arose from the Larkhall supporters’ when he took the field.

"McLuggage also recorded occasional appearances for Third Lanark and Rangers before turning professional with Accrington in 1889. However, although he played in eight Football League matches, it was not a success.

"By the end of the year he had joined Hyde and he was back in Scotland with Royal Albert in 1891, where he remained for at least four years.

"His sole claim to football fame is that momentous penalty. He died in Larkhall on November 18, 1949."

[theopulenthq]

+3 Wanted Connections Added!

[CLAIRE STUART], our [KATHERINE MCNAMARA], from [SCOTLAND], is looking for their [BLACKMAILER]. This is a [POLITICAL/MISC] connection that looks like [ANY FC]. They are [ANY AGE] years old. Everything else you need to know is under the cut! Please [DON’T (but you can if you want!)] contact the writer @gloriousncss. [Before Claire was a queen, she lost her husband a year and some months ago and it changed her forever. In the early stages of her grief, she took to writing rather impassioned letters to her close friends about how she could become Queen of Scotland, were her father not still alive. After the king passed away, and the four royal regents were installed, your muse found the discarded letters and believes she had a hand in the king’s death. Now, they have made themselves known to her and are blackmailing her to do whatever it is they want under threat of exposure. I imagine they might also be part of the rebellion against the monarchy, but that’s UTP! I’m looking for juicy villain vibes and we can develop what happens as we plot things out! ]

[MARIA ORTIZ], our [JEANINE MASON], from [SPAIN], is looking for their [BEST FRIEND / PARTNER IN CRIME]. This is a [PLATONIC] connection that looks like [ANY/UTP]. They are [30+] years old. Everything else you need to know is under the cut! Please [DON’T (but you can if you want to!] contact the writer @gloriousncss. [It’s like a Miguel and Tulio (from El Dorado) kind of friendship between the two of them. They’re always finding ways to cheat the royals out of their money so they can distribute it to the poor, and amongst themselves. We can always discuss how they met, but I imagine they’ve known each other for some time, if not over the last year while Maria’s been spreading her Anti-Monarchy propaganda around Spain. I would love it if your muse was also for the rebellion!! What Maria really needs, and I’m sure they need from her too, is someone they can truly be themselves around. They need each other to keep each other motivated whenever things seem hopeless.]

[LORENZO TOLENTINO], our [MANNY JACINTO], from [CHINA], is looking for their [CLOSEST FRIEND/ACCIDENTAL CO-CONSPIRATOR]. This is a [PLATONIC/POLITICAL] connection that looks like [UTP!]. They are [35-40] years old. Everything else you need to know is under the cut! Please [DON’T (BUT YOU CAN)] contact the writer @balteren. [This muse is a huge source of strength for Lorenzo, and Lorenzo is a source of strength for them. The two are very, very close- to the point where he asked this muse to go with him to ask the emperor (also Lorenzo’s step-father) for a place in court, and this muse stepped in to defend Lorenzo when he and the emperor began fighting. While Lorenzo struck the final blow, this muse would have played a massive part in the murder and would have been responsible for convincing Lorenzo to cover up their involvement. I could see this being his valet, an old military buddy, or even a member of the imperial guard. Either way, they’ve been close for a very long time, and Lorenzo holds them in very, very high regard- especially now that he knows the lengths they'd go to for him.]

[kismetharborconnections]

AINDREIS BLYTHE IS LOOKING FOR ONE OF HIS YOUNGER BROTHERS (0/2)

tw: addiction

OOC: marie

Character: Aindreis Blythe

Type of Connection: one of his younger brothers

WC Name: Tomàs Blythe ou Niall Blythe (first names can be changed)

Age Range: 26-28 for Tomàs/ 19-21 for Niall

FC Options: for Tomàs: : Christopher Briney, Dylan Minette, Jonah Hauer-King, Timothée Chalamet/ for Niall: Wyatt Olef, Joe Locke, Finn Wolfhard, Sebastian Croft. Both are UTP, as long as they could be related to Logan Lerman.

Would you like to be contacted?: yes! 

Triggers: addiction (not theirs)

Connection Description:

This WC is only for one of the brothers.

Tomàs: 

Tomàs is the third brother out of 5, so the middle child and acts as such. The family is all pretty close. They come from PEI (Canada) but they moved to North Berwick, Scotland when Tomàs was around 1; they still go to PEI almost every year. They’re fishermen. One thing that cannot change: he did his studies in Canada (not Toronto), and Andy lived with him for almost a year, which made them closer, and they’re protective of each other. While he’s close to his brothers, he’s definitely prone to tantrums and outbursts. I imagined him quite the prankster, always joking. Maybe a bit of a player too. He could be in Kismet Harbor for work or his studies, but I could also see him get into some kind of trouble and coming here to escape it. 

Niall: 

Niall is the 5th and last son of the Blythe family, after Danièl, Aindreis, Tomàs and Ethan. The family is all pretty close. They come from PEI (Canada) but they moved to North Berwick, Scotland when Tomàs was 1; they still go to PEI almost every year. They’re fishermen. Despite the age gap, Aindreis has always been closer to Niall. I imagine them calling each other quite often, like once a week.  I imagined Niall coming to Kismet Harbor for his master’s degree. Because of his brother’s addiction, he couldn’t see Andy a lot growing up but now that Andy seems to be staying put, he decides to try out for Chapman University to make up for lost time. If you want to give him more reasons, or even change them, we can as long as it makes sense. I’m all for it! Personality wise, I imagined him pretty close to Aindreis: open, rather optimistic, enthusiastic (sometimes too much) but can be a little reserved at first. I headcanon him as having ADHD, like Andy, which also helped them being close.

[easthavenconnections]

AINDRIES BLYTHE IS LOOKING FOR HIS ADOPTED BROTHER!

OOC: marie

Character: Aindreis

Type of Connection: brother (adopted)

WC Name: Jonathan Blythe (first name is negotiable)

Age Range: 20-22

FC Options: Iñaki Godoy (modifiable)

Would you like to be contacted?: Yes, definitely.

Triggers: addiction (not his) 

Connection Description:

-Jonathan is the 5th and last son of the Blythe family, after Danièl, Aindreis, Tomàs and Ethan, the only other adopted son. The family is all pretty close. They come from PEI (Canada) but they moved to North Berwick, Scotland when Tomàs was 1; they still go to PEI almost every year. They're fishermen. Despite the age gap, Aindreis has always been closer to Jonathan. I imagine them calling each other quite often, like once a week. 

-Jono comes to East Haven for his master's degree. Because of his brother's addiction, he couldn't see Andy a lot growing up but now that Andy seems to be staying put, he decides to try out for Heywood University to make up for lost time. 

-If you want to give him more reasons, or even change them, we can as long as it makes sense. 

-Personality wise, I imagined him pretty close to Aindreis: open, rather optimistic, enthusiastic (sometimes too much) but can be a little reserved at first. I headcanon him as having ADHD, like Andy, which also helped them being close. 

[seducteurs]

kiissme​:

muse — FAYE BROOKES. 35. bisexual. journalist / aspiring publisher. karen gillan fc. plot — it's the holidays and faye has no choice but to visit her family back in glasgow, scotland for the holidays. her mother, ever the church go'er has invited the new young priest for the first family dinner, years spent in catholic school had taught faye to not engage with men of the cloth, but your muse is proving to be quite...different. smut and angst abound, muse can be scottish, can be not. inspo.

               It was her childhood bedroom, in the home she grew up, the city she was born into, and she felt like she was a teenager again, smoking out the window so the smell wouldn't linger in the room and her mother would have something to say about it. Was it ridiculous that a grown woman sought to avoid a lecture from her mother? Absolutely. Then again, being back made her feel like a teenager in all sense of the word. Inhaling deep, it gave a bit of warmth in the crisp Scotland air as she held the smoke and then exhaled, finding her nerves relaxing at least a bit after what was supposed to be a calm, happy family dinner. But, Sheila Brookes was a woman that was almost as inquisitive as her journalist daughter, except her questions were more invasive. Not that she would ask Faye about her work — w e l l, not entirely true. She asked one question and then followed up about any romantic prospects the redhead had. Which was ridiculous, in her mind, her love life certainly active but not at all lasting. Certainly not something she could openly talk to her mother about, at any rate. Perhaps she would tell her uncle about her latest exploits when she was set to meet up at his pub and after a few drinks, but certainly not her mother, and most definitely not at the dinner table with their guest. Sprung last minute on Faye, dressed in casual attire that for a panicked moment, Faye worried this was to be a blind date or set up concocted by her mother. But oh no, it was much worse. Though dressed casual, he was, in fact, the new priest that came into the city and it took all of Faye to not laugh outright when it was explained. Of course her mother would invite a priest the night Faye flew back home! She was surprised Sheila didn't suggest a baptism renewal or some other god awful thing right there at dinner, to wash away the sin from Faye's body. For fuck's sake, she thought, going for another drag, at least thankful it wasn't her ex that came to supper, small favors and all that —

               A knock on the door and a second later it opened. A bit rude, she thought, not waiting for an answer, turning her head to see the holy vessel themselves at her doorway. She let out a soft huff, taking a moment to take yet another drag as she looked at them, "You won't tell me ma, would you, Father? I dunno if smokin' in my mother's house is a sin per say, though I'm sure in her book, not so much yours." She couldn't help the snark out of her voice, she never much done well with his type, the holy type, so quick to judge and condemn her. Tapping her cigarette at the ash tray she smuggled in, she let out a sigh, "If your lookin' for the toilet, it's the other end of the hallway, unless you want a smoke yourself. I think you lot can do that... Not rightly sure."

      in what oliver was considering to be his quarter life crisis, he felt as though all the years he’s spent on this earth thus far had amounted to nothing. he’d been working as a copywriter for years since graduating top of his class with a degree in liberal arts, but the longer he sat behind his computer screen and spewed work for a voice that was not his own, the less invested in his own future he became. he’d never imagined himself here, though. growing up with a scottish mother and a sicilian father, religion was always something that lingered in his household though the young creative never thought much about it. he’d just ooh and ahh at the trinkets his father would bring home from the motherland, bits and bobs and even at one point, a rosary said to have been touched to the last known piece of the cross jesus himself was crucified to. surely as a child this seemed massive to him, but the novelty of it all wore off when the soft spot on his head began to form up and he was able to see it all through a much larger lens than the one his parents curated for him. 

      why religion, then, if it was now seen to the writer as fallacies from generations past simply looking for something to believe in? that was exactly it. he could make nice and wear the cassok robes with his little clerical collar and bow his head during sermons and tell those who instill their faith and trust in him to reroute it to the big guy in the sky, but oliver’s real interest lied within watching people fall to their knees all because they believed in something so wholly. his mode of thinking was maybe if he’d spend a year or two doing this, either he’d learn to believe in himself and his talents or maybe it’d all make for a good tell-all. i spent two years in a scottish monastery and all i got was this stupid collar. 

      something he hadn’t accounted for was the actual attendees of the church wanting to welcome the new young, american priest into the communities and in this case - their homes. he didn’t know what to expect from the dinner but he could lead a prayer over a roast dinner and some red wine, spouting off the same three tales from the bible he’s sure anyone in the city of glasgow could recite at this point. nerves all but simmer when the room he was hoping was the bathroom was occupied by who only assumed could be shiela’s daughter that she’d mentioned was visiting. despite being surrounded by the accent all day, he found it interesting the way the rugged tone seemed to stop there, not at all matching the redhead who stood before him. a few beats pass as if to listen for any other movement in the house before he’s settling his frame further into the room, watching as a plume of smoke nearly dances from the window along with the chilly winter breeze. “i’d actually love a drag, if you could spare it.” he says finally, aware that it was a frowned upon habit that he missed sorely. “and it’s not exactly allowed. sort of a hush-hush thing if you choose to indulge.” he answers her question before finally closing the door behind him. “i take it you’re faye? your mother has told me a lot about you. she seems really excited that you’re here. i’m oliver.” a hand extends to meet hers in a shake. 

[lfc21]

A jealousy sparked fight with robbo, some storming out & grovelling later then some fluff please! But could YN be the one to spark the fight? And Andy is all sulky & quiet xxxx

Please and thank you xxxx

Not always paradise

TW: angst, fluff

Summary: In which your old friend becomes to friendly with your boyfriend Andy your jealous fit of rage created a wedge in your relationship.

"Why are you not listening to me?" You quickly snapped as you slammed the front door shut behind you. Andy's ears had refused to keep listening to you since you started barking at him when you both got into your car.

"I can't be bothered arguing with you that is why" He mumbled under his breath as he looked up at you from the bottom step of the stairs as tugged his shoes off. Andy had to listen to your constant moaning about how close he was to one of your old friends, what you seemed to miss out on was how close she was from the beginning.

"So your just going to pretend that you weren't practically on top of my old friend tonight?" You asked as Andy chucked his shoes across the hall floor in frustration.

"Yes, that is exactly what I am going to do because it never bloody happened" He explained standing up and making his way up the stairs with heavy feet and furious eyes. You exhaled as loud as possible in anger at your boyfriends' actions and followed his footsteps up the familiar stairs. "Are you going to follow me upstairs to carry this on?" He asked as he stomped through the landing and pushed open your shared bedroom door.

"What do you want me to do? Sleep in the kitchen? or take a shower in the living room?" You sarcastically asked like a bratty schoolgirl in a fit of jealous rage.

"Not funny" He mumbled as he shrugged his shirt off ready to ignore your constant complaining. You rolled your eyes and sat at the end of your bed. He was completely in his world, he wasn't prepared to scream and shout about something he didn't even realise your friend was doing. Deep down you knew he did nothing wrong but your jealousy and anger were easily blamed upon him and his moody attitude didn't help one bit.

"I wasn't trying to be funny" You barked back as you glared at him and tried to pull your heels off. Andy stood looking at you waiting for your begging and calling for him, he knew you would need him to take your heels off - it was somewhat of a tradition you had started since you had gotten together. "I can't believe you" You mumbled under your breath tugging at the strap of your heel praying they would just come off. "Seriously you made me look like a complete mug" You snapped again with one last possible tug of your shoes. "Oh my god!" You huffed throwing your head back to move your long curls from your face and looked at your boyfriend. He stood resting his back on the wall with his arms crossed whilst admiring the small frame he had become so familiar with.

"You want some help?" He smugly asked with a side smirk that you had become so familiar with. You slightly nodded as you felt an exhale fall from your body, in that moment you knew how unfair you had been. It wasn't his fault your friend got too drunk and tried it on with him and it certainly wasn't his fault that you become far too jealous for your being to comprehend. Andy crouched down next to you and took your feet on his lap taking your heels off with which he had become so familiar. Your eyes were locked on his delicate body as he still behaved in a gentlemanly manner towards you.

"Andy I am sorry" You softly spoke as he placed your heels on the floor and sat straight up next to you. He delicately watched you as a small smile made his way onto his face, he didn't need to say anything he simply pressed his forehead on yours and placed his hand against your neck.

"I understand babe" He whispered in that Scottish accent you fell for more and more every day. "Your hard work sometimes though" He added with a giggle as you rolled your eyes and placed your lips onto his. The jealousy finally flew off your shoulders, you felt so much lighter, so much free.

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A little life

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Sleepy Kisses

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As far as new relationships go dating someone who had a schedule just as busy as yours had been hard to say the least. It was almost like the two of you were just two ships in the night most of the time, having to settle for mostly FaceTime calls and texts. That had not kept you from falling head over heals for Kieran in just a few months. His accent didn’t help much when it came to not seeing heart eyes. The two of you had finally found a night where you were both free and in London. You had been dying to have a proper date night, but the thought of paparazzi’s and prying eyes had instantly put both of you off the thought of going out in public. You wanted to savour the intimacy of the honeymoon period without speculation about what this was even before either of you had the answer that question for yourselves. 

So when Kieran had offered a movie night at his apartment you had jumped at the opportunity. On paper it was the perfect date idea for both of you. However what you did not account for was that both you and Kieran were exhausted from traveling, games, training and work. So when one movie had turned into a mini marathon both of you had fallen asleep on the couch, tangled together into a mess of limbs. 

You both woke up in the middle of the night looking at each other grinning at each other. Originally the plan had been for you to drive home after the movie but now was too late for that. Kieran had suggested you just sleep at here, he even offered to take the couch while you enjoyed the comfort of his big bed. You had called him a muppet for even thinking that you didn’t want to spend the night tucked safely in his arms, breathing in his scent, wearing one of his old t-shirts,

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When you woke up the early morning sun filled the room with a pale light, making everything seem quiet and peaceful. You opened your eyes letting them adjust to the light. The room around you was quiet, filled only with the hum of distant traffic mixed with the slow and steady breaths of the sleeping man next to you. 

You watched as his sculpted chest rose rhythmically, his lips slightly ajar. You could lay here and watch him sleep forever, you thought. You wanted to spend eternity studying the way his rosy cheeks faded into the pale skin of his cheekbones. Your hand twitched at the urge to run your fingertips along the porcelain like skin draped over his boyish features. You bit your lip, holding your breath, when his eyes fluttered under his closed lids for a second, worried he would wake up and catch you staring, but much to your delight he did not stir awake instead letting out a content hum. A sigh of bliss escaped your lips at the chance to spend just a little while longer admiring your sleeping boyfriend. You wanted to savour each inch of his body, meticulously filing away each inch of Kieran in your memory. You wanted to be able to recall each freckle and every mole that covered his body even when the two of you were apart. To trace them like consolations in your mind whenever you couldn’t manage to fall asleep and counting sheep seemed redundant. You wanted to map out the way his slender fingers fell on to the blanket, how his arms bled into those strong shoulders, how the muscles that shaped his chest moved with each breath. 

You allowed yourself the luxury to get lost in the way his hair was a mess atop his head, loose strands falling against his forehead, framing his brow perfectly. He would probably say he needed a haircut, but all you thought he needed in this moment was your fingers tangled in his locks. 

He looked like a statue that may belong in the Louvre or Vatican museum. Perfectly still and breathtakingly beautiful, most certainly crafted by the hands of the most talented artist on the globe. The only thing indicating he was not cut from marble, shaped specially for you was the boyish pink of his cheeks and lips. His lips. They looked much like a juicy peach would, sweet and delectable on a hot summer day.  

All you wanted in this moment was to hold his perfect statuesque face and taste those lips. To kiss him till you were both breathless, for the only sound filling the room to be both of you gasping for breath, grinning like idiots. However you did not want to wake him, to disturb the beautiful sight of his serene state. To intrude on something as celestial and pure as this moment, seeing him illuminated by the morning sun, much like if he was some mystical being sent to walk amongst the living. 

You shifted closer to him, trying your best to not disturb him, wanting to soak up the warmth his beauty was emitting, your faces inches apart. His breath hitting your body, creating the familiar tingle of goosebumps appearing wherever it hit your skin. You would only need to move a millimetre to connect your lips. To taste him, let him fill you with a sense of life and belonging. But instead your eyes scanned the way his lashes curled, the way his nose curved, the way his perfect lips curved.

“I swear if you don’t do it I will” Kieran’s scratchy morning voice sapped you out of your trance making your cheeks burn with embarrassment. His eyes were still closed as a lazy smile danced on his lips.  

You didn’t reply, not trusting your brain to form a sentence in your embarrassed state. 

“Well?” He asked opening his eyes, rising an eyebrow.

The moment your eyes met his you could swear you were a goner. You felt like you had died and gone straight to heaven. You were usually weak in the knees for his glance, but something about the way he looked at the moment, innocent and pure, the softness of sleep still evident in his hazel eyes, made you lose any ability to think. Maybe it had something to do with the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world, like you had hung the stars in the sky. You wanted to wake up to this every single day for the rest of your life.

You opened your mouth but no words came out, making Kieran chuckle. He leaned forward connecting your lips. Your hands instantly cupped his jaw as you felt a grin spread against your lips. You felt like the world around the two of you disappeared and this moment of pure bliss would never end. The way his lips lazily moved against yours, with no rush making your heart skip a beat. And at that moment, in the privacy of Kieran’s bedroom you knew there was no way back. You had fallen in love and there was nothing in the world that could change that.