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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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"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.

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"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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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

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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.

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[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

[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.

[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."

[blueinaseaofgrey]

Why is he so hot.

🥵

[footballxixstars]

Kissing Under the Mistletoe • Scott McTominay

Random Christmas Writings

Summary: Part 2 to the Christmas one that we had last year aka. Going to a Christmas party and kissing Scott under the mistletoe

Part 1//Part 2

A year passed since you realised that you were in love with your best friend. Obviously, you did nothing about it. How could you? Scott was one of the most important in your life and if he didn’t feel the same way the awkwardness would be unbearable and the two of you would drift apart or even worse he would just shut you out of his life completely after shouting at you. You’ve been friends for too long to do anything about this crush you were feeling. You’d rather go the rest of your life seeing Scott date other people and hurt yourself in the process than telling Scott how you feel and ruining your whole friendship. You’d rather have Scott as just a friend than not have Scott at all and if that meant hurting yourself in the process then so be it.

Friends that what you still were and all you will be.

“Can you come to my family’s annual Christmas party?” Scott asked you when you were hanging out, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him like he always does. He always pulls you closer to him, liking it when you’re close. It’s comforting. You allowed yourself to relax against him enjoying having him that close to you.

Every year Scott’s family holds this Christmas party and every year Scott asks you to come along with him to keep him company. It’s meant to be just a family thing but you can bring a plus-one with you which is usually meant to be your partner but every year Scott brings you instead even if he is dating somebody at the time. His family usually gets really touchy about who can come to the party, especially with plus-ones, but when Scott would bring you along none of his family ever seemed to complain. They really like you to be honest.

The party was always a black tie one as well so every year you see Scott dressed up in a full-on suit which just makes your mouth water with how good he looks. Maybe, just maybe you’ve liked Scott for longer than you thought.

On the day of the party, you got dressed and ready with plenty of time to spare. You didn’t want to be rushing around the house panicking that you’re not ready or have a lot to do when Scott arrives. That happens too much so this time you started to get ready with plenty of time to spare. If you were ready early then you could relax a bit beforehand. As long as you weren’t rushing by the end then it would all be fine.

When the doorbell went off you had just finished everything off and you were ready to leave which was good because you knew that this would be Scott at the door. Even though Scott has his own key he still feels the need to knock on the door every single time he comes over. He says that it’s just respectful but sometimes you wish that he would just open the door with his key so you don’t have to do it every single time he comes over which is a lot. Opening the door Scott was standing there in a full suit, his tie undone but still, he looked really good. Good enough to pull into your bedroom and miss the party without feeling bad about it. Looking up at his face you saw Scott checking you out, he wasn’t even trying to hide it. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open as his eyes continued to look up and down your body. Were you wearing the wrong stuff? It was a black-tie event and you googled stuff that you could wear so you thought that what you were wearing was good and you thought that you looked good. Maybe you should have asked him and showed him a picture before wearing it to see if it would be alright all of this would’ve been avoided then.

“You look beautiful,” Scott stuttered out when he managed to get his words back. You relaxed at the fact you were wearing the correct stuff but you felt yourself get a bit hot at Scott complimenting you as well as him losing his ability to speak as soon as he saw you. Of course, it’s not Scott’s first time complimenting you but you never get used to it especially since he rarely gets speechless over what you are wearing. It was unusual but you sort of liked it. You liked the fact that you could make Scott speechless still even after all these years. It did make you feel good.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you replied. As you said this you saw a blush creep onto his face liking the fact that you complimented him on what he was wearing.

“Thank you. Are you ready to go?” Scott asked as he fidgeted from foot to foot.

“Yeah just let me go and grab my bag quickly,” you said before turning to go and grab your bag which was ready to go so you were very quick with it. As soon as you grabbed your bag you were ready to leave.

“Let’s go,” Scott said, holding out his arm for you to take which you gladly did and he led you towards his car that he was driving. He opened the door for you and allowed you to get in before closing the door for you too. You were struggling to try to not laugh at how he was acting, at him trying to be a ‘perfect gentleman’. Scott never usually does things like this so it was funny to see him act like this for once, you didn’t know whether or not you liked it. Once he closed the door for you he got into the driver's side and instantly started to drive away to the location of the party, well instantly as soon as the both of you had your seatbelts on, safety first. The two of you were running slightly late and Scott knew that his mother would not be impressed with him so he had to hurry up a little bit. On the drive over you played some music hoping that it would relax him a little bit because he seemed very tense. It seemed to work a little bit. Luckily it wasn’t that long of a drive so the two of you weren’t going to be as late as you thought that you would be. There was designated parking for Scott so the two of you didn’t have to drive around for ages to find one.

“Wait there,” Scott said as he ran around and opened your door for you.

“Such a gentleman,” You said, taking his hand as he helped you out of the car. You linked your arm around his and the two of you made your way into the building where the party was being held. Scott opened every door for you allowing you through first before him going through after. The two of you greeted people as you walked past them, a few of them commenting how good the two of you look together or congratulating you on finally getting together. Neither you nor Scott corrected them though being used to all of this. It happens every year. You learnt that there’s no point in arguing this anymore because the arguments always fall on deaf ears. If his family wants to believe that you and Scott are together let them you only see them a couple of times a year anyway so it’s fine. Even if it does hurt you to agree because you know that it will never be true no matter how much you want it to be. Scott just doesn’t like you like that.

As soon as you said your hellos to the extended family you went to talk to his sister and parents for a bit just catching up with them since it’s been a while since the last time you’ve spoken. It was nice to talk to them for a little bit before Scott dragged you to get some food from the buffet because he was hungry. It was the place that the two of you would always hang out to mainly because you could stuff your mouth with the food and the food is always nice so you might as well stay near it. Standing near the food means you don’t have to keep walking back over to the table every 5 minutes. Also hardly anyone will come over to talk to the both of you because they think that you’re getting food so overall it’s the best place to stand. The two of you were in your own little world as you blocked out everyone else as you spoke to each other whilst eating. You’re always in your own little world though when speaking to Scott.

“Y/N, Scott,” Scott’s sister shouted over to you both interrupting your conversation.

“What Katie?” Scott said back rolling his eyes at the fact your conversation was cut short, interrupted whilst in the middle of speaking. She didn’t say anything back but had a smirk on her face which could literally mean anything and you’re sure that she always has it on her face when she sees you and Scott talking one-on-one together. You knew that she was the biggest fan of you and Scott and since you and Scott were young and she was constantly trying to push you and Scott to date and was always disappointed when the two of you say that you are only friends. She pointed up at the ceiling and at the same time you and Scott looked up. You just knew the colour was drained from your face when you saw what you were standing under. Out of everywhere, you were standing it had to be under this and someone just had to notice. You would put your money on them putting it there when you and Scott were standing here talking to each other. How they would do that without you knowing you haven’t figured out yet but still you wouldn’t be surprised if they managed to do it. When you and Scott talk to each other you always get lost in the conversation really easily and don’t really notice anyone around you so they could have definitely done it when the two of you were speaking to each other. Turning your attention away from the mistletoe you looked at Scott who was already staring at you with wide eyes. Neither of you knew what to do or say. Okay, you knew what you were meant to do since it’s a tradition but neither of you knew how to go about it. Were you just meant to lean in and kiss each other?

“We’ve got to stick to tradition right?” Scott asked. You saw him swallow a bit at the end of the sentence like he was nervous over the prospect of the two of you having to kiss. Not that you blame him, you were nervous over it too. What if your feelings come out through the kiss? This could actually mess up your whole friendship.

“I guess so,” You said nervously. If Scott kisses you, you don’t know how you’ll react and if you don’t then Scott will know something will be up plus everyone is watching you both. If you don’t stick to the traditions something bad would happen right. Right? You had no idea why you agreed to it being a tradition, you could’ve just ignored it and went off somewhere else with Scott so you’re no longer standing under the mistletoe but something was telling you to just go for it. One kiss. You could see how it feels like to kiss Scott and then both of you forget about it and never mention it again. Even if it was highly likely that you would want to do it again, at least you’ll get it once. Once should be, maybe, enough for you then you can get on with your life and look for somebody who actually wants you. Scott just nodded his head when you agreed to kiss him, you just swallowed nervously. It was a tradition. You didn’t know if anything would happen, probably not but all Scott’s family were now looking at you, expecting you to kiss. Did Scott believe that something would happen if you didn’t kiss? If so then you would definitely go through with it. Anything for Scott.

Scott stepped forward so you were now closer and he placed his hand on your cheek. You were trying to keep calm as Scott was rubbing his thumb up and down your cheek. Nerves were running through your body not knowing what to fully expect. You didn’t know if this was a joke or not that was being played on you, something that his family thought would be funny, yet something was urging you to go through with it so you did. Scott leaned down and his eyes flickered to your lips before back to your eyes. You were watching him closely, close enough that you noticed his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. When your lips finally brushed together you moved forwards a little bit to add more pressure to it. It was a very shy kiss, neither of you wanting to add more just in case the other didn’t want it plus neither of you wanted to do a lot in front of his family who was still watching. Both you and Scott wanted to add more pressure but the fear was stopping them so they kept to what was happening. This is something that you’ve dreamed of for a while and now it was actually happening. It was only a quick kiss but it was exactly like you had imagined it to be. Well, Scott’s lips felt exactly how you thought that they would. His lips were soft was your first thought. They were soft and that’s all your head would let him think about right now. Near enough as soon as the kiss began it ended. Everyone clapped when it ended but then turned away. Embarrassed, you walked away from Scott and out of the room wanting to have some alone time to think about what happened.

You found your way outside and sat on one of the steps that were there allowing yourself to breathe in the fresh air. You found yourself unable to breathe properly inside the room with so many people looking at you so this felt nice, peaceful. You found yourself struggling to breathe inside the room but here you found it so much easier. You felt someone sit next to you as you stared up at the stars as you tried to find some constellations, it was relaxing and this was calming your head down right now. You just knew that it was Scott who sat next to you. Okay, you knew that it was Scott because of the aftershave he was wearing. It was one of his favourite ones but he only wears it for special occasions, it was one of the ones you loved most. He just smells so good when wearing it. You just want to put your face in his neck and take in the smell. You didn’t look at Scott though and the two of you just sat on the stairs in silence for a while. The only sound that could be heard was the wind blowing the trees and the sound of the music from the party which was really loud.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” Scott told you. He had obviously seen you run away after the kiss and tried to put two and two together but he wasn’t doing very well with it. That definitely was not the problem. The problem was that you liked it, you really liked it and want it to happen again. You thought that you could kiss him once and then your feelings would be sorted but apparently, feelings don’t work like that. You got a taste of him, of his lips and now you want more.

“You didn’t,” You told Scott not wanting him to believe that he made you uncomfortable by kissing you. Especially when it was the complete opposite.

“I’ve wanted that for a while,” You for some reason stated. You had no idea why you just told him that but you felt like you had to or else he wouldn’t believe that he didn’t make you uncomfortable. After all, you most definitely were not uncomfortable with the kiss, especially the way he was meaning it.

“Since when?” Scott asked you, sounding shocked. You swallowed nervously but still answered his question. You’ve got this far and told him that you’ve wanted to kiss him for a while so you might as well tell him it all now. How much worse can this get?

“Last year when we had that movie day. We were watching let it snow just after you broke up with your ex. I realised it that day,” You told him honestly. Scott was just staring at you as soon as you said this like he was trying to figure something out, not saying a word and this was making you uncomfortable. The kiss didn’t but the fact Scott was just staring at you saying nothing after you just confessed to having feelings for him for over a year nearly was making you uncomfortable. You just wanted to run away from the party but found yourself unable to do so.

“I’m sorry,” You said when Scott hadn’t said anything to you. You just knew that you had messed this whole thing up. Okay, you didn’t know but you had a pretty strong feeling that you had just messed this whole friendship up. You wished that you had just stayed silent. You turned around a bit more so you were now facing away from him since you couldn’t face him. You didn’t want to see the look on his face or look at him when he tells you that he can no longer be friends with you.

You felt a hand on your face pulling your head towards Scott again making you have to look at him. He had a certain look that was showing in his eyes but you couldn’t place what it was exactly you didn’t want to either so you turned your head away from him once again hoping that he would get the hint. He didn’t. Once again he placed his onto your cheek making sure that you couldn’t turn your head away from him. Scott leaned in, placing another kiss on your lips, this time though he took it a bit further than when you were standing underneath the mistletoe. He decided to deepen it by pressing his lips more firmly against yours as well as running his tongue across your bottom lip asking for an entrance which you shyly gave him. His tongue explored your mouth for a bit and you just let him do what he wanted until the both of you had to pull away to breathe.

“I like you too,” Scott breathed out as his forehead was placed against yours. You let out a shy smile but leaned in to kiss him once again, this time not making it deep just keeping it slow. The two of you only pulled away when he felt you shiver from the cold breeze which had recently picked up.

“Come on, let's go back to the party. Get a few more drinks, eat the rest of the food and then we can go home. You’re getting cold,” Scott said as he placed his blazer around your shoulders trying to protect you somewhat from the breeze. You nodded your head and took his hand as you both walked back into the party together. You’ll talk about this more later when there isn’t a party and food, mainly food, around you. You’ll have plenty of time to actually talk later. You can just enjoy it for the time being.

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