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12 Days of Christmas: Day 6 (Scott McTominay)

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"Come on, darling. We are going to be late”.

“I hope we are late so I don’t have to do this”, muttered Scott under his breath, but his mum still heard him.

“Stop being a child. It’s just a couple of photos”.

The family had decided to do a Christmas photo shoot to send to their family and friends on their Christmas cards. Scott couldn’t be less excited about the next few hours. He even tried to use the excuse of not wanting any embarrassing photos to leak to the press and his mum shushed him immediately. 

“Being with your family can never be embarrassing, Scott. This is the last complaint I want to hear from you”.

So now they all found themselves in a little studio in Manchester, where the shoot was going to take place.

“Hi, please come in. We have everything ready”, you said. But Scott couldn’t see who the voice belonged to since his dad was blocking the view.

They all got up to get inside the room and when he saw all the decorations and costumes, he tried really hard not to groan. This is going to be ridiculous. 

“Uncle Scott, I want you to sit next to me”, said his little niece. 

“Of course. But your mum and dad will want to sit next to you too”.

But she didn’t seem too convinced and just took his hand to walk him to the little bench that had been set up for them. 

“Hello sweetie. Are you and your dad ready for the photos?”, you said, and Scott recognize you as the same voice he had heard before. When he lifted his head, he couldn’t stop staring. 

“Uncle”.

“Excuse me?”, you said, finally looking at him.

“I’m her uncle. Not her father. I don’t have children. I…um…”, what was he saying? 

“Ok…uncle”, you responded, trying not to laugh. 

Great, he thought, she thinks you are a weirdo. 

You had already planned where everyone was sitting for every photo and even got a Christmas theme for each time. 

“Here you go”, you said, giving Scott two elf hats. “For you and your niece, mister uncle”.

“Thank you”, he said, looking down so you couldn’t see him blushing with embarrassment. But it was too late. You loved teasing the clients, always while remaining respectful.

Instead of grabbing the camera, as Scott expected you to do, you knocked on a door.

“Joe, they are ready”.

Your brother came out and introduced himself as Joe, the photographer. He was acting normal until he saw Scott.

“You…you are Scott McTominay”, he said, struggling to get his words out.

“Who?”, you asked. “A United player”, he told you and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Of course, it was something about football.

But Scott didn’t know you, so his mind went through all the worse possibilities. Does she not like football?? Or worse, does she hate United?

Everything was going well until one of the babies got restless and started to cry, making the other one cry in solidarity.

Scott’s sister tried to get them away to calm them down when she noticed it was the nappies that needed a change.

“Both at the same time, great”, said his sister.

You got there quickly to help her. “Don’t worry, you can change one and I’ll do the other. That way they can still do some of the photos that won’t involve you three”.

“Oh God, you’re a saint. But you don’t have to, really”.

“I’ve had to deal with way worse than a dirty nappy in this job, believe me”, you laughed. And it was the truth. Some clients were extremely weird. 

“Scott, go get one of the babies. That poor girl has already done more than she should have. Help her a bit”, you heard Scott’s mum say to him.

“Oh, it’s alright. I’m here to help”, you said with a smile.

But before you could finish the sentence, Scott was already next to you.

“I think this one belongs to you, uncle Scott”, you told him, giving him one of his nephews.

“Yeah, thanks”.

“I want to apologize for anything my brother might say to you”.

“What do you mean?”, he asked you, while bouncing the baby in his arms. They looked adorable.

“He’s a big United fan and is obsessed with all of you. He’ll embarrass himself at some point, of that I’m sure”, you laughed.

“That’s ok. If he wants me to sign something, I’ll be happy to…”.

Hearing that Joe was your brother, and not a potential boyfriend, had put him in a better mood. Also, if he had to sign the chairs and tables to impress you, he was going to.

“Oh please don’t tell him that. I want to finish work before midnight”, you said, causing him to laugh. 

“A selfie, then?”

“It sounds harmless now but…who knows?”, you faked grimaced.

You both walked back to the photos area and while he was sitting down, you grabbed the next props.

"Who wants to wear the reindeer headband?"

"Uncle Scott!"

You could tell he was internally debating whether that was a good idea or not, so you put it on his head and while adjusting it behind one of the ears, you whispered. "Remember who you are doing this for and it'd be less painful".

But looking at your smile, he wasn't so sure who he was doing this for.

                                                          **

"Thank you so much", said Scott's mum to you and your brother. "It was such a lovely time. And you are so good with kids. I worried they would get restless too soon".

"It's all her", said your brother, pointing at you. "I just take the photos. She makes sure everything else goes right".

"Oh, absolutely. We were all impressed by her. Well, maybe some more than others", she said, and you saw her looking at her son.

You weren't blind and had noticed him looking at you and trying to find excuses to talk to you. But there were only so many times he could offer to sign things for your brother. And you didn't mind his attention at all.

"Hey, Joe!", you heard Scott say. "How about I thank you with some tickets for the next match?"

"Wha…what? What?", oh God, here comes when he embarrasses himself.

"Yes, for you and your sister".

"She doesn't like football".

If you could punch him right now, you would have.

"Maybe seeing Scott play will change my mind", you said, smiling at the United player and letting him know you were interested too.

"I'll see you there then", said Scott before leaving and joining his family.

                                                      **

The next day, a bouquet of flowers was delivered to you. And with it came an envelope with the tickets for the match.

"Right. So I only got those tickets because of you", said Joe, finally realizing what was going on.

"You're welcome, big bro".

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Match Review: Manchester United 2-1 Brentford

Football, bloody hell.

Since we're quoting Fergie, I'd like to pay my respects to the Ferguson family and give my condolences on the passing of Lady Cathy Ferguson. She was a remarkable woman and gave crucial love and support to a man who provided so much joy to Manchester United football club and its fans. May she rest in peace.

How apt though that it was one of Ferguson's academy kids Scott 'McSauce' McTominay who came off the bench and rescued United from despair with not only the equalising goal but also the winner.

Not just that, but the winning goal was assisted by Harry Maguire; an almost loathed figure amongst the fan base at present but one of our best players today. He had a very resolute game in defence and quietly got on with his job. Perhaps he was aided by the veterancy of Jonny Evans and that calm support and guidance. Perhaps he simply cannot play with Victor Lindelöf.

We should roll back to the earlier parts of the game though, and what for 90 minutes was simply dire football. United seem to constantly suffer lapses in concentration, which meant we conceded a silly goal to Jensen in the 26th minute after Casemiro lost the ball and Lindelöf failed to clear properly. Onana could perhaps have done more to save it, but he is looking behind a crowded box of United and Brentford players, and should he not expect one of his seasoned defenders to be able to successfully get rid of a ball?

Both Casemiro and Lindelöf appear to be devoid of form, and Onana's not far behind. After the international break it will be interesting to see if other players force them out of the side. Starlet Kobbie Mainoo is close to a return, Hannibal Mejbri has impressed, and if a left back can return to fitness then Amrabat can stay in midfield as the anchor or pivot.

United's play seemed to lack not only intelligence, but also energy. Are we unfit? Are we tired? What is going on? Because at this rate I'm more inclined to put our poor performances down to a lack of willing or desire, and simply put that isn't on at Manchester United. You fight for the badge or you sling your hook.

Confidence is blatantly lacking though, and that's definitely impacting United's composure to retain possession and perform habitual passing patterns, whether triangle moves, give and go, one-touch retention... it's sloppy and uncoordinated and very frustrating as a fan.

For all United failed the eye test, the statistics show we were the better team which (Thomas) Frankly is embarrassing for Brentford. 64% possession to Manchester United, 21 shots, 8 on target, 7 corners... the intent was there but it's about the execution, and that comes from confidence and synergy.

Højlund looked poor today, for example, but he's still young and new and bedding in. This is why he was talked of as a second-fiddle for a star signing like a Harry Kane - he will take time.

Erik Ten Hag is as culpable as the players for poor results, and many fans will say we got away with it today and decry the lack of standards from other fans for enjoying a 2-1 win. That was, after all, the first time United had trailed in the 90th minute of a Premier League game and then won it.

To the bitter fans I say go boil your head, because if you can't enjoy United winning then what's the point of you. We're not owed success. We're owed a desire for success - from players and coaches. We're owed a determination to do well. That's where we should rightly be criticising people. McTominay's heroics at the end of the game bagged us two goals in under 5 minutes. Now imagine if we play with that urgency earlier in the match. We could have snotted this lot and given them the sort of rodding that would boost any ego and make Gary Neville or Jamie Carragher think he had a chance at pulling Beyonce.

I also believe that Erik is as deserving of praise when things go right as he is of criticism when it goes wrong. His choices to substitute Casemiro for Eriksen, Rashford for Garnacho, and Amrabat for McTominay proved to be excellent decisions. We know he has tactical intelligence, we saw it at Ajax. He's been on camera and broken his style down in interviews. The issue is players, man management, and in-game decision making. We don't know the whole picture, but fuck it, at least today he got the decisions right.

The man is under huge pressure at a club owned by people who only care for money. He will get some things wrong. He also has to let players try and prove their worth, which might cost him and United. How many fans would have been happy at McTominay coming on as a sub to try and win the game? Honestly? The answer is not many. Yet he bangs in two in Fergie Time, the Old Trafford crowd roars, and McSauce pulls off yet another textbook knee slide. Fuck yes.

United are in a bad way. The players are playing like shit, and the manager has made some dumb mistakes, but we have to be fair and give them time to fix up. That doesn't mean they are exempt of criticism, but there's a balance to be had that isn't just TEN HAG OUT, SELL RASHFORD, TAKE AWAY BRUNO'S CAPTAINCY, BENCH ONANA. Honestly, go and watch United in the early days of Fergie, or even before that in the void after Sir Matt Busby. Understand that there will be bad times - yes, even more than a decade - and that it's on us as fans to be loyal and support the club.

What next though... I already jumped the gun and said that the Burnley win might be the turning point, and the Palace cup match seemed to prove that, but we're still faltering. We need a good international break now and to regroup with fresh ideas and renewed confidence ready to go on a run to Christmas. We have the talent, but do we have the mental fortitude and that drive to bounce back? Now's the time to show up.

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Angst with Scott McTominat where ur in a relationship and he wants you to move to manchester for him but he doesnt get that u have ur own stuff x

The Move… or Not Move • Scott McTominay

“I can’t Scott,” You shouted at him. You had been having this argument for what seemed like hours now yet he still wasn’t understanding you. All Scott wanted was for you to move to Manchester so you could live with each other and see each other more often than you currently do which may not be a lot to ask however you have a lot of your own stuff going on that you can’t just drop instantly. Scott didn’t seem to get that though. Scott thought that you would just drop everything for him and move to Manchester but life doesn’t work like that. He wouldn’t be able to drop everything and move to where you live and it’s the same for you yet he doesn’t seem to understand any of that, he expects you to just drop everything and move. You’ve been having this argument for a while now and you just can’t seem to break through to him. You would love to move to Manchester to live with him but it’s just not that straightforward, unfortunately.

“All I’m asking is for you to move to Manchester. I’ll support you fully until you can find your own job,” Scott told you, taking a deep breath so he could try to keep himself as calm as possible so this doesn’t completely blow up more than it should. It could easily blow out of proportion and he doesn’t want that to happen. If you’re getting worked up over this then he has to remain calm no matter what just so this doesn’t completely spiral out of control and cause a massive argument which would be unnecessary. He’s finding it difficult though because he is getting really frustrated with all of this.

“I know Scott and I appreciate that you will support me but everything that I have is here. Majority of the things I love are here, my life is here apart from you. I can’t just drop it all for you. I’m sorry. I do love you and I want to live with you eventually but right now I can’t,” You tried to explain to him once again. It wasn’t that hard to understand but he wasn’t getting it. Or he was and just didn’t want to understand it because he wanted it to go his own way and it wasn’t.

“You’re always going to have your own stuff there though so you’re never going to move to Manchester to live with me then,” Scott stated, sounding very fed up with you right now. It’s the same argument every single time from both of you but neither of you will budge on it. Scott wants to live with you but you can’t leave everything behind, it’s a difficult one and you both believe that you are in the right for it although there probably isn't a right person in this instance. Scott should just understand where you were coming from but he wasn’t. He wasn’t understanding that you have your own life here where you currently live. He wasn’t understanding that you can’t just drop everything for him.

“You can’t just spring this on me and expect me to agree instantly. You know what I have going on here and you know how much it all means to me yet you expect me to drop it all to live with you. I’ve been working on this for a long time. I can't just drop it. What if this relationship doesn’t work? I would’ve then dropped this whole thing for nothing then,” You shouted at him. The louder you scream the better your points get across, right? That's what seems to be true most of the time anyway but not this time since neither of you seem to be able to get your points across to each other. Well, you get them across but the other just doesn’t listen to them.

Tears started to brim in your eyes as this argument continued and escalated into a screaming match. This was the worst part about getting into arguments, you could never hold your tears back and you would struggle to get words out as well as continue with the argument. This was important to you though so you wouldn’t stop arguing against Scott. You want to live with Scott, Scott is important to you but so was your life here where you have all of your stuff, most of your life. What was more important? Scott or your life here? Why did you have to pick?

“You don’t think this relationship is going to work out? What's the point of us continuing this if you don’t think that we’re going to last?” Scott asked, voice getting incredibly louder as well. When one of you gets louder the other has to as well.

“No I want this relationship to work out but you never know especially since we are having an argument over me moving. I want this to last, I do, but you can never be certain with relationships since you never know what’s going to happen. I can’t move and then this whole relationship be over. What will I do then?” You started to say to him. Scott just scoffed at this not saying anything but you already knew what he was thinking.

“I never said never, Scott. Just give me a few months. A few months to figure out what to do with my stuff here and if I can manage to do it in Manchester too,” You told him once again. He was switching your own words against you right now. Not once did you say that you won’t ever move to Manchester to live with him because you do want to move to Manchester just not now, sometime in the future but not now. He was trying to guilt-trip you into moving to Manchester by switching your words against you. You don’t know whether or not he was meaning to guilt trip you but that was what was happening, that's what it was feeling like and you weren’t liking it. You opened your mouth to tell him to stop guilt-tripping you but he spoke back to you before you could say anything else.

“Whatever,” Scott said before leaving the house. All you could do was look at the door in shock, not expecting him to actually leave the house over this. Scott was getting frustrated and you could tell that but you didn’t think he would actively get up and leave the house. You thought maybe you could actually talk about this and sort it all out but then the shouting started and you knew that you weren’t going to be able to talk it through properly. Maybe you should’ve just stopped the conversation there and moved onto something else whilst you both calmed down so it wouldn’t escalate but you continued and then Scott suddenly decided to leave so you definitely couldn’t talk it through then.

When there was still no sign of Scott coming back you just decided to go to bed. You were getting too tired to stay up any longer and wait for him to return so you can talk this through properly like adults. Not turn it into another screaming match. Talk and sort this out like the adults that you are, well adults that you were meant to be. The both of you can talk tomorrow and sort everything out. You were about to fall asleep when you heard the front door open and close. Scott was home. Movement could be heard around the room and you just kept your eyes closed listening to his movement around the house anticipating when he would come into the bedroom. It was bound to happen at some point so you were just waiting for it so you wouldn't jump or give him any indication that you were awake. Just then you heard the bedroom door open and close meaning that Scott was now in the bedroom with you but you kept your eyes closed pretending to be asleep. You can talk in the morning. That’s what you thought anyway Scott had different plans and apparently knew that you weren’t actually sleeping and was just pretending.

“I’m sorry for shouting at you and getting mad when you said that you couldn’t move in with me,” Scott said to you as he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling himself closer to you. You wanted to push him away from you but didn’t want to show any indication that you were awake so you moved a little bit like you would if you were actually asleep but didn’t turn around to face him just keeping your eyes closed, laying on your side not moving at all and just allowing him to speak. You were still too made to speak. He let out a little huff when he realised that you weren’t going to talk to him and give him the silent treatment for a little bit longer.

“I know that you can’t just drop everything to live with me but I want to wake up every day with you, go to bed with you in my arms, spend more time with you. I just want to live with you so we don’t have to travel to spend time with each other,” Scott tried explaining to you and you understood where he was coming from because you felt the same. This time you decided to turn around and actually face him. If he was going to speak about this now then you might as well talk too. Best not go to bed angry. That’s what everyone says anyway.

“I can’t move now Scott. Sometime in the future but not now,” You told Tim once again but this time he actually listened to you and didn’t jump in with something ridiculous.

“I know,” Scott replied. He knew he really did but it didn’t mean that he liked it. You just hummed at this letting him know that you heard him but you didn’t know what else to say so just kept quiet. At least the argument has gotten settled tonight so hopefully, it won’t get brought up again.

“Now we’ve got this all sorted, can we go to sleep?” You questioned Scott since you were once again falling asleep. Scott breathed out a soft ‘yeah’ allowing you to collapse onto the bed whilst his arms wrapped around you properly and more firmly and finally you could go and fall into a peaceful sleep. Scott was next to you, neither of you was going to bed angry because you actually managed to sort out the argument. Kind of anyway.

Maybe sometime later this year or next year you can find a way to take everything to Manchester so you can actually live with Scott so the two of you won’t have to constantly move between two places just to see each other. You know that Scott could fully support you if you move to Manchester but you have your own stuff, you want your own stuff and you don’t want to fully rely on him ever so he has to wait for a bit. You just have to figure out how to bring all of your stuff to Manchester with you, as well as find a similar job and then finally you and Scott can live with each other. Just a little bit longer to wait.

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Sleepy Head | Scott McTominay

hey could i request sleepy head with mctominay? it’s late at night but he enjoys eating you out so he would do it no matter what time it is? Xx

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Warnings: just the reader getting eaten out enjoy xx

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You had fallen asleep long before Scott had come home. You’d tried to wait up for him to get back from the away match, but you’d been so tired all week and you couldn’t keep your eyes open much longer after the end of the match.

Scott came home to find you asleep on the sofa, still in his United kit. He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom, laying you gently on the bed.

“Scott?” You asked, groggy.

“Yes, love. I’m home.”

You felt the bed dip as he sat down next to you. “Congratulations on the win.”

“Thank you.” Scott leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Are we going to celebrate?” You ask, giggling as Scott trails kisses down your body. He lifts up the hem of your shirt, hooking his fingers in your panties and dragging them down.

“I’m going to celebrate. You just lay back and relax.”

Your eyes drift closed as Scott parts your legs and kisses his way up your inner thighs. All you can do is focus on his mouth and how good he’s making you feel. Scott doesn’t need lube when he eats you out, literally salivating over your pussy. Your pussy responds in kind, dripping with need that mixes with his saliva. Scott moans as his tongue swirls over your clit, the vibrations making you clench around nothing.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” he praises, his accent thicker with lust. Scott slides his hands up under your ass so he can eat you from a better angle.

You whimper, writhing under his touch. “I miss your hair,” you moan, your fingers fisting the bed sheets. “Just wanna be able to touch it.”

Scott slaps your pussy for that remark, making you yelp. “Maybe one day I’ll grow it back out, but you’ve gotta learn not to be so greedy, love.”

You’re fully awake now, ready and willing for your orgasm. “Fine! I won’t complain, Scott, I promise!” You buck your hips, trying to get him to put his mouth back on you. “Please!”

“Now, shut up and let me finish celebrating with your pussy,” he ordered, lowering his mouth back down over your labia and onto your clit.

Small kisses interspersed with long, deep, sucking ones that tugged at sensations low in your belly. You let Scott’s mouth and tongue dictate the build of your orgasm, cumming when he slid two fingers inside your dripping cunt and curling them to hit your g-spot just right.

Scott let you ride out your orgasm, putting your panties back on when you were done. He got up, pulling you into his side as he promptly fell asleep after his long match.

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You were sitting on your sofa, your arms wrapped around your legs, that you had pulled close against you, the side of your face lightly leaning against them. You knew it had to happen however you didn’t think it would happen this quickly.

Your boyfriend, well now ex-boyfriend had just broken up with you over the phone. Another failed relationship. Another heartbreak. You really couldn’t take it anymore yet there were no more tears that were running down your cheeks. As bad as it sounded, you kind of got used to being dumped by now. No one should feel this way yet you did.

“Tea is ready.”, your best friend said as he walked inside the living room, two cups of tea in his hands as he made his way over to you. As soon as you knew that it was over with your ex, you had called him. He was always the one you called whenever you went through another break-up and you were glad that he had the time to be there for you even though he was a famous football player. “Thank you”, you whispered once he handed you your tea however putting it on the small table before you sat back.

“How are you?”, he asked you after a comfortable silence as you couldn’t help but let out a sigh, shrugging your shoulders lightly. “I can’t do this anymore.”, you told him honestly, brushing your hand through your hair before you pulled it together and put it up into a ponytail. The young man next to you furrowed his eyebrows, not quite understanding what you meant hence he waited for you to continue.

“All I want is love that lasts. Is all I want too much to ask? Is it something wrong with me?”, you questioned, your eyes focusing on your fingers as you absentmindedly played with them. “There’s nothing wrong with you, love. They’re all just idiots who don’t see that you are perfect the way you are. Stop putting yourself down.”, he said, instantly wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close against him as he pressed a sweet kiss on your head. “All I want is a good guy. Are my expectations far too high?”, you stated, not really looking for an answer. It was just a question that had been lingering in the back of your head. You slightly turned your head, looking up into your best friend's eyes as he already looked at you. “I miss the days when I was young and naïve.”, you continued, your head soon finding a spot on his shoulder again as a frustrated sigh left your lips. “I thought the perfect guy would come and find me.”, you mentioned, giggling with no humour.

Your best friend hated seeing you this way. He had been there for you through all of your break-ups, through all the heartbreaks, and yet you always found a new idiot to date. It wasn’t your fault that all you did was date idiots, you just seemed to attract them, and unfortunately, you gave them your time of the day, and so you never saw the guy that had been by your side this whole time. Him. He had liked you for as long as he could remember, his own heart breaking whenever yours did but until now he never plucked up the courage to tell you how he really felt. He knew he had to. He didn’t want to see you hurt anymore.

“Maybe the perfect guy has been here all along.”, he whispered, kind of hoping that you didn’t hear it however, you did. You raised your eyebrows, your eyes slightly widened as you lifted your head up and looked into his e/c eyes. “Wha- what do you mean?”, you asked him, still in shock of what he had said. “YN, I didn’t mean to-“, he started however you cut him off as you shook your head. “But you did. Now tell me what you mean.”, you said, sitting up properly, not taking your eyes off of him. He couldn’t help but let out a sigh, biting his bottom lip lightly. Now or never, he thought to himself as he carefully took your hands in his. “YN. I’ve liked you for as long as I can remember. It’s always been the two of us, no matter what and it hurts me every time you tell me about another idiot that came into your life only for him to later break your heart. I really can’t take it anymore.”, he explained nervously, hoping that he wouldn’t ruin your friendship with his words. “And so, you think that you would be the better choice for me?”, you asked him, the edges of your mouth lightly turning up as you felt his fingers intertwine with yours. “Yes, and I can’t believe I’m saying this right now. We’re perfect for each other and I know that this is really bad timing to tell you about my feelings but I hope that you could give us a chance one day so I could show you that I’m not one of these idiots, that I'm the one that could love you right.”, he said, squeezing your hands gently.

You couldn’t believe what just happened and if you would’ve been single for longer, you’d be over the moon however like he said, it was bad timing. “You’re right. It’s not quite the right time to confess your feelings but if you could give me some time then I would love to give us a try even though I’m scared to lose the friendship we have.”, you confessed, making him nod his head. “I promise you that if it won’t work out, we can go back to how it was. Forget about everything and move on. You don’t know how happy you just made me and I promise to wait for you as long as I can. Take your time, love.”, he told you, pulling your hands up to press a soft kiss on both, finally a smile gracing your lips.

Tags: @footballerimaginess @champagne-coys @ana-maa @footballxwrites @donkeykai @chocolate-frogss

[footballerimaginess]

Harley Quinn & Joker

Credit to @szalecair​ for the gif (sorry i always forget to thank gif makers)

Hayley Does Halloween for halloween, one with scott were you go to a halloween party and you dress up and harley quinn and the joker and you get cute insta pics and everything ~ from mctominays biggest fan xox Requested by @mrsmctominay Word Count: 341 The Halloween party was finally approaching, one of the best events of the calandar year. You and Scott were so excited, this year you were going all out for it.  Going for a duo look, you were taking this very seriously. You did this every year and Scott usually just agreed to it. But this year was different. “Can we go as the joker and you go as Harley Quinn” He suggested.  “Woah, you alright?” you teased. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?” he looked at you confused. “Well babe, you have never suggested anything to do with the costumes so not sure about it” you asked him. “Oh right. I get you. I thought I did something wrong so I was confused” you shook your head. “No its cool babe, shall we look at some photos?” you asked him as he nodded in agreement.  “Here we go, so I am pretty sure I have the right outfits for it” you smiled as he went and looked for some in his own wardrobe.  “I have nothing, so going to have to order it aren’t I. Will it come for the party?” He asked. “Yes it will, order it now and we can get it sorted out” you smiled as he looked online and ordered the costume.  - The day of the party had finally arrived. You were so excited to finally get glammed up as it had been so long since you were able to get all dressed up.  “Oh my, you look insane. Shame that is a wig though” Scott smirked as he stroked your hair gently. “So you think I suit it. You look hot too, kind of want to kiss you. But I don’t fancy getting your makeup all messed up. Since it took me ages to do” you laughed.  You posed for some photos for Instagram. “Met my Harley Quinn” he kissed you on the cheek as you kept taking so many pictures.  You captioned it “Meet my joker” and you finally headed off to the party.  Taglist: @footballffbarbiex​​​​​ @evie-pr​​​​​ @sanchos-dream​​​​​ @meteora-fc​​​​​ @mrsmctominay​​​​​ @penguintransporter​​​​​ @football-and-fanfics​​​​ @footballdaydream​​​​​ @hotyeehawman​​​​ @trentski26​​​​​ @footballxixstars​​​​​​ @hazardybala​​​​​ @yagetintoit​​​ @chilly-me-softly​​​ @pickfordsmount​​ @kingneyney​​ @bellinghamsbitch​​​​ @mrspulisic10​​​ (these tags carry on from the baby series, please let me know if you want to still be on the list)

[nuestraluzdelaluna]

could you do a blurb on being insecure about not being enough wity scott mctominay? Like not being good student, good gf/friend, daughter, sister, etc... tysm^^

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

not feeling good enough

you hated the constant feeling of not being good enough that overcame you every once in a while. however you couldn’t be more grateful for your boyfriend who made sure to always ground you. scott always made sure you would eat enough, he’d tell you how much you were loved and made you repeat random mantras to work on your self love during those times. he would occasionally drag you out to go shopping or spend time outside and he would make sure to do his best to remind you how worthy of love you were.

[waytoobsessedwithfootballers]

How about one where Scott Mctominay misses an important game because of the birth of your first child and later on he confirms all the rumours

You and Scott had done really well to keep your pregnancy a secret of course the lads knew about it as well as Ole and each of your families. Keeping the media out of it was important to you, you didn't want any extra stress to be put on and neither did scott he was at every appointment with you missing some of his training days and he made sure you had everything you needed. Scott roped Marcus and Dan James and a few other to come and help paint the nursery as a surprise for you. You both agreed he would know the gender to get the room sorted but you wanted to do a gender reveal party to find out for yourself.

You loved every minute of being pregnant but you where so excited to meet your little bundle of joy which just so happened to want to make an appearance on game day for Scott. You had woke up to your bed wet thinking maybe you had just had an accident you went and changed your pj's and woke Scott up as you did the first contraction hit fully pulling him from his sleep. He immediately jumped up pulling on whatever he could find and getting you to the hospital. You where put on a ward and Scott done everything to make you comfortable got you ice when you where to warm rubbed your back help your hand through contractions. He knew he was going to miss united v city but your baby was being born and he couldn't miss this ans he wouldn't. He rang Ole that morning and told him your where in labour so Ole said he was sick and would miss this game but people always speculate when a player like Scott is out.

Your baby was born and 16:25 5 minutes before the game was due to be played. Scott had been besotted with the baby the minute she was born. You wanted to find away to capture this moment and you found an amazing one when he was doing skin to skin Contact with her she had a smile on her lips and Scott's eyes seemed to be shining with love.

This was funnily the picture he uses to show her to the world posting on Instagram after all your family was told he even messaged the boss to tell him she was here but they didn't know her name yet he caption read

"Scarlet Mctominay born at 16:25 the greatest blessing in my life"

He was so happy right now and he made sure how much you knew how much he appreciated everything you had done.

[jamesmaddiscnx]

Angst 8 with Scott 😊

request prompt: “why am i always bottom of your priority list?”

word count: 871

warnings: none

category: angst

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Football as a full time career was bound to be exhausting. You knew that. It wasn’t as glamorous as the media made it out to be. Scott was always up training during the early hours of the morning and his afternoons were spent working on tac tics with the team. It was part of the package with Scott and you knew that when you committed to being in a relationship with him but it didn’t make it any easier.

When Scott eventually came home from training most evenings, you would have dinner prepared and ready to serve for him. He was appreciative of it and always thanked you before hitting the shower and falling asleep whilst you finished up watching your favourite TV show. It helped you unwind when you didn’t get the opportunity to vent to your boyfriend about what it was that had been stressing you out lately.

Recently, you had been bombarded with not only university work but also extra shifts that your boss needed you to take because of how severely understaffed they were. As a loyal servant to the company, you were always first on his list of people to ask and you had always felt that you couldn’t say no.

As a result, you were slowly falling further and further behind with your workload for university and the stress of the situation was eating you up.

Usually, you would talk to Scott about it and he would help you navigate the situation, often telling you to take holidays from work since he could handle the bills and that would allow you enough time to get on top of the readings and essays that you would need to submit as part of your degree.

But not this time.

It seemed to be that Scott had completely forgotten about the fact that you had a life and with it came difficulties but he was in his own world at the moment.

This time, as Scott came home from training, you greeted him the same way that you did every other day. You kissed his cheek as he entered the front door, him doing the same to you and you headed through to the kitchen where his food was waiting for him, steaming on the plate. Except this time, he was ranting to you about being left out of the match day squad.

“I don’t get it. I was the captain at the weekend and this week, I’m sitting on the bench?!” He exclaimed, seeming to be baffled by Ole’s choice of team. You understood his frustrations. He wanted nothing more than to impress and help out his team. Not to mention the fact that he had to continue to impress so that he would be included in Steve Clarke’s squad for the Euro’s. He couldn’t assume that he would be playing for Scotland, he had to earn the tartan jersey.

“Bob has asked me-” You started, thinking that you would finally get the chance to explain the difficulties in your life and have him give you some advice but you didn’t get to finish before Scott interrupted you.

“Sorry, I’m going to take a shower. We can continue this after, yeah?” He asked expectantly and that was the moment when you lost it. You couldn’t believe how entitled he had just been. It was ignorant and it filled you with rage.

“Why am I always bottom of your priority list?” You whispered and the words caught the blonde footballer by surprise. He had no idea where you were coming from. As far as he was concerned, you were both understanding of where each other stood in your lives and it was the same every time: the top.

“What do you mean?” He turned to face you, his trip to the shower seeming far less important now. He wanted to hear what you had to say. He needed to know what you had to say.

“It’s the same routine every night, Scott. You come in from training and I cook for you. You vent, go to shower and then crash. You haven’t even noticed that I’ve been up until three most mornings to try and finish my university work load before heading off for my shifts at six AM,” You started and Scott stood frozen in shock for you were right. He had been so self-absorbed recently and he hadn’t noticed just how much you were struggling. He felt like utter shit because of it.

“It’s almost like I don’t matter anymore.” You sighed as you looked down at the ground and that was the part that broke Scott completely. He had abandoned you in a time when you needed him and for that, he would never forgive himself.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. You are always top of of my priorities. I really have no excuse but I promise that I’ll do better from now on, I promise.” He moved forward across the kitchen and pulled you into his chest and you let him, completely ignoring the fact that he had yet to have his shower.

“I love you.” He whispered as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and from that moment on, he vowed to always let you know that you are the most important thing in his life.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

my longest imagine yet i think! thanks for requesting this one, anon! i had lots of fun with this one and i really hope that i did it justice. this is the last imagine to be published tonight. i have a lot of university work to do tomorrow so i’m not sure if i’ll get anything out tomorrow night but we’ll see! lots of love, e x

tags: @harrywinksyx @kingkepa @glam-khal @alexajanecollins @kierantierncy

[bbychilly]

9 for scott 🥺

9. “You have snowflakes on your hair, babe”

“You played so amazing!” you said, hugging Scott around the neck. He just went outside and you were already waiting for him near the stadium.

“Aren’t you cold, waiting for me here?” he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you on the nose. “Your nose is so cold!”

You giggled. “It doesn't matter, the main thing is that I’m so proud of you” you looked the guy in the eyes and immediately noticed how he blushed. “Your cheeks are red,” you giggled. “little baby Scott is embarrassed,” you laughed and Scott pouted.

“It’s because it’s cold! And anyway, let’s go home” the guy went to the car and you giggled and hurried after him.

When you got into the car, you rubbed your palms together, trying to keep warm. “So are you cold?” Scott looked at you and couldn’t help smiling. “You have snowflakes on your hair, babe” he ran his hand through your hair, unable to look away. “You’re so beautiful, oh my. I’m so lucky” left his lips and now it was your turn to blush. You weren’t used to compliments at all and any sweet word from Scott made you blush, so you decided to quickly change the subject.

“Let’s take a walk in the park? It’s snowing outside and it gets so beautiful! Look,” you turned to the window and closed your eyes. You didn’t want Scott to see you blush.

“I know you blushed,” he shrugged, “but I won’t stop complimenting you, because everything I say, I mean it”

You turned to him, brushing snow away from your hair, which had already begun to melt, and muttered. “I love you, I really do”

“I love you too,” Scott squeezed your hand and smiled. “And now let’s take a walk?” you nodded and both of you couldn’t hide your smiles.

tags: @brewsterbabyy @words-for-marcus @emwritesfootball @glam-khal @kkim120 @scottmctominbae @sanchos-dream @footballerimaginess

[arrrseeenalfc]

Hey i was the one who asked abt the scott imagine! i literally don’t mind anything at all but something angsty aha x love ur stuff sm

Hiii, so I wrote this at like 1/2am soo if there’s errors sorryyy. Thank you so much, I know I’m not consistent and the fandom has kinda changed but it means a lot. Let me know what you think/like xx

~

You loved your boyfriend so much. You just wanted to spend time with him and show him all your love.

You dance happily around the kitchen cooking his favourite meal. Smiling widely as you set up the table. It's been awhile since you've both sat down or had a date. You let out an appreciative moan as you take a taste of the dish.

"Right.." you clasp your hands together before tying up your hair and clean up a little.

Your head snaps to the door as you hear it open.

"Babyyy, welcome home!" You go to hug him but he manages to avoid your embrace.

You scrunch your face. Lips pouting and try to hug him again.

"Babyyy.." you whine, arms extending forward only for him to sigh and walk away.

"Ba-"

"I swear to god, if you say baby one more time!" You quickly bring your arms to your chest, shock plastered on your face from his tone.

"I train so hard, everyday. I'm tired! Can you not see I'm tired?! We live together already so stop being so fucking clingy! Fuck!" He yells out in frustration, hands curling into fist as he leans against the sofa.

"I-"

"Shut up, just be quiet! Let me have some peace. I just got here let me at least take my shoes off and then you can start yapping about nothing!-" You feel tears start to form in your eyes, throat tightening as you watch him shout at you.

"Stop!" You don't know how you managed to yell but you've caught his attention.

"I-I just wanted to enjoy a meal with my boyfriend, who I feel like I haven't spend time with." Your voice cracks as choke back a sob.

"I-I'm just going to go to bed. Enjoy the food, Scott." You start walking to the stairs only for him to reach out for you.

You instantly flinch and he feels his heart drop.

"Don't touch me, please." You whisper and sniffle your way to your bedroom.

You let the sobs out as you bury yourself in bed. Your body shakes with every recall of his words, pain shooting down your gut.

Downstairs, Scott slams his palms on the table. He watches the two plates move from the vibration and pinches the bridge of his nose when he sees the trouble you through. The trouble you went through for him. And he had the audacity to insult you for doing nothing wrong.

He slightly opens the bedroom door and feels his chest tense. Your muffled cries and shaking body has him hating the way he's treated you.

"Baby.." he coos but you only grip the cover tighter.

"Please forgive me. I didn't mean anything I said. I've just been so tense with football and I know it doesn't excuse me but please know, I don't think your clingy. Fuck, I love how you always want to be with me. And I listen to everything you say, it's all important, I love hearing your voice. Please, please forgive me. I love you." He lets out a broken sob, lip caught between his teeth as he waits for you.

You softly peel the cover off, your puffed eyes meet his slightly red ones. You softly touch his hand, entangling your finger with his and you open the covers for him to get in.

"I love you too." You mumble as he snuggles against your chest.

"I'm really sorry, baby, please don't leave me." He pleads.

You play with his hair and hum.

"I'm not leaving, but please talk to me more. What you said hurt-"

"And I wish I could take it all back." He interrupts.

"I know, just tell me what's going on so I can help." You say.

He gets out of bed and pulls you out.

"Why don't I tell you over the amazing dinner you made?" He cups your cheek and pulls you into a kiss.

You smile and nod against his lips.

"Yeah, let's do that."

[mrsmctominay]

Could you do a fluffy one for Scott with a bit of an age gap (younger reader) obviously within reason like both consenting adults and that but maybe family members don’t really approve and Scott tries really hard to show them and stuff? Idk I just feel like that would be really cute, hope you’re doing well xx

Age Gap - Scott McTominay

Quick note: Hello all! I've missed you all. I took a looonnngg break as I had other stuff to focus on at the time, but I'm back now! I'm gonna be here as regularly as possible and I'd appreciate if you could all help me out with interactions as much as possible, just to get me kicked off again. Apologies if my writing is a bit dusty, it has been a while after all. Lots of love, Harper.

Scott was on his way to 26 and you'd freshly turned 20. Your family was not impressed at all and Scott's family were slightly weary. You'd been talking for a while now and your families had all met, but they still were unsure.

"I don't know what else I can do to make your family trust me", Scott sighs. "I'm sure they will warm up over time, we knew they wouldn't be happy with the 6 year difference but it's all about gaining their trust", you assure him.

As the weeks go on, Scott attempts more things to build a relationship with your family. Coming to family events, giving them free tickets to games, getting his family together with yours, spoiling you. The list goes on.

Overtime, they began to warm up but they didn't want to make it too obvious. You could tell that they were beginning to like Scott more and it made the two of you so happy.

[blueinaseaofgrey]

Why is he so hot.

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