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[pensat-i-fet]

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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[unitedbydevils]

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.

[macybeckham7]

Can you do one where you aren’t official with him but he you kinda are, he has a side piece that you know about and you see that she’s calling and tell him to pick it up angsty

'Don't be like that' he says with a little smile as he reaches out for you. 'Like what? She isn't around which is why you are here with me?' you mock as you give him a questioning look. You weren't officially official but you felt like you were close to being until he decided to be a fuck boy. 'We are just friends' he says which makes you laugh. 'You kiss all your friends?' you mock. You wipe away your tears as you tell him how naive as stupid you feel to even think that he could of had feelings for you, he tells you lies as he tells you how special you were to him. 'Your actions don't tell me that? Why am I wasting my time on this?' you ask. His phones starts to ring which stops him from speaking, you look and spot that it was her. 'Answer it, tell her that you are being held up with training, like you have told me countless of times' you say. You reach for his phone which makes him pull away from you as he was starting a fight as if you were the bad guy and going behind his back.

[footballxixstars]

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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[emwritesfootball]

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

Word Count: 453

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.

[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.

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[babybadger]

Skye getting all sad when daddy Scott get tackled during a game and you have to dry her tears and tell her daddy will be fine but she only stops crying when you join Scott in de meds room

“DADDDDDYYY” she screamed and immidiately started crying. You felt bad for your husband but you knew it was just a bad tackle and he’d heal up soon. You kinda wanted to laugh at your daughters overreaction but when she turns around from the glass of the VIP box, with her big blue eyes almost drowning in tears, you immidiately give her a warm smile.

“Dada..*hiccup* is hurttttt” You daughter wails as she nearly chokes on her our tears. “Will mummy tell you a secret?” you say as you get off your seat and go pick up your daughter to bring her back to the table. Your daughter sniffles and continues to gasp but nodded her head. “First time I saw daddy got tackled, I got so mad, I shouted at daddy’s boss after it and everyone laughed at mummy cause it wasn’t a bad booboo at all. Just a scratch.” you explain the story in the hopes it will distract her and she’ll move on.

Five minutes later and he still wasn’t on the pitch. “Dada not dere yet” she continues on, her eyes full of worry and ready to cry again at any point. “Right cmon gorgeous i’ll show you were dada is.” you say giving in as the other mums you were talking to start giggling at the sweetest of your daughter. They remember how you were exactly the same at the start, which is why you knew exactly where Scott would be. “We’ll be back soon, just like her mummy” everyone chuckles and you pick up your daughter.

“Daddy open door” shouts your little girl which causes laughter in the corridor. The door opens to one of the medics who you knew well from your earlier days of being with Scott. “Haven’t seen you in a while Y/N. Thought they banned you from this corridor after your fight with the old manager.” he laughed and opened the door wider to let you in.

“DADAAA” Skye shouted lunging our with two arms towards her father as you placed her in his lap on the physio bed. “Heyyy darling what you doing here? Why are you not watching the boys play?” he asks as his babygirl sits facing him on his thighs and he uses his thumb to wipe away tear lines. “Daddy you got hurt and mummy tell me you okay but then you not play again which means you have a big booboo!” she explains but worries herself in the process and her tears begin again.

Scott hushes Skye as he looks at you suspiciously. “She’s exactly like you you know. This is EXACTLY what you were like when you first started to come to games.” you giggle and kiss his cheek before peeking over and your daughter who had fallen asleep against her dads chest. “You are okay though aren’t you? I don’t know if Skyes cut out for watching games, she’ll have a heart attack by age 7.” Scott laughs in agreement. “I’m fine babe, just a twisted ankle from the tackle and Ole didn’t wanna risk it for the next fixtures.” he says laying a gently kiss on your temple and you sit on the bed beside him.

“Scott you alright?” asks Ole walking in the room. “Oh hello girls” he says taken a back by seeing Skye and you there. “Skye thought I was upset so she came to check up on me.” Scott explained and you just smiled hoping he wouldn’t be angry that you were there. “Well we can’t have any babies upset around here, i’m glad she’s settled now.” he smiles and winks at you before walking out. You turn your attention to Scott who is looking down at Skye on his chest and gently playing with her thin hair, keeping them both settled.

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[pensat-i-fet]

A Halloweeny date

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Word count: 2159

When you and your boyfriend were getting to know each other, he asked you about your hobbies. Your answer was anything horror related.

He thought it was cute. Dating a tough girl who wanted to watch scary movies. But he couldn't expect the extent of your obsession. However, he was about to really find out.

A couple of weeks before Halloween, you showed up at his house with a huge smile on your face.

"Someone is happy to see me", he said.

"Oh my God! I have the perfect Halloween plan for us!!"

"Halloween? I've never celebrated it. Do you want to watch horror movies or something?"

Watch horror movies or something? Lame.

"What? No, we could do that every other day. We are going on a trip!", you said, beaming. And then proceeded to show him the leaflet of the little town you had found and that was the perfect spooky escapade for the two of you.

"A ghost town? Are you serious?", he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Yes. I've always wanted to do something like this. But all my friends and exes thought it was a stupid idea. You don't think it's stupid, right?", you said, puppy eyes ready to convince him.

"Tell me the whole plan".

He really couldn’t say no to your puppy eyes.

And so you did. You had it all planned to the last detail. 

First, you'll be going on a ghost town tour. Some of the locations looked stunning, and perfect to turn your IG feed into spooky perfection. Then, you'll go to the cabin you had rented in the middle of the woods. That was the perfect place for all the other activities planned. But you didn’t share many of those details with him yet, wanting to surprise him. 

"And maybe we can add a sexy spooky game to the list", you said to him.

"Yeah? What kind of game?", he asked you. Hearing the words sexy and game probably made him forget everything else you mentioned.

"I'll think about it", you said, kissing him. "So, do you want to come?"

He sighed. "Ok, let's do this".

"Yes yes yes!!!", you yelled, jumping in his arms. “You are the best!”

**

“Where is this town? We've been driving for so long”, complained your boyfriend while you drove to your destination.

“Stop complaining! We're almost there”.

“Is it a ghost town because everyone that sets foot here gets killed?”, he said, looking outside at the scenery. “This looks a bit too creepy for my liking”.

“Of course it does. They make it look creepy to fit the theme. You really are terrible at spooky stuff”, you laughed.

When you arrived, you parked near the entrance of the tour. It all looked so good!

“Where are we staying? Near this area?”

“That’s a surprise!”, you said, kissing your boyfriend. “You won’t believe how amazing the place I rented is”.

And then took his hand so he would follow you.

“Ah!”, he screamed for the 10th time when a spiderweb touched his arm.

“Babe, you are overdoing it a bit”, you laughed.

“This is creepy. And I don’t like the feel of spiderwebs. It’s too dark and I can’t see them”.

“You are the one who said this was lame when we went to the first house and now you’re terrified”, you said with a smirk, you loved seeing him being such a baby. He was always the tough footballer. Well, it was your turn to be the tough one today. 

“That sexy game you promised me better be good”, he said, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck.

“You won’t be disappointed. Now take a photo of me in front of this. It's going to look so cool".

An hour later, you finally made it out of the last house and reached the shop.

“Should we buy each other Halloween presents?”, you suggested.

“That’s not a thing, love. No one buys Halloween presents”.

“We could make it our thing. Who cares about rules?”

So you ended up buying him a t-shirt, even though you knew it was you who’ll end up wearing it while you stayed at his place, and he bought you a skeleton necklace that you started to wear the moment you got out of the shop.

“Okay then. Time to go to our home for the day”, you winked.

“Should I be scared?”

“Of me? Never”, you said with an evil laugh.

"A cabin? In the middle of the woods?", he said when he finally saw your destination.

"Yes. Here no one will hear you scream".

"Ha ha".

But when you got inside he was actually impressed. The cabin was gorgeous and had a huge fireplace you were ready to use to set the mood and to help with the October chill.

"Aww, they bought everything I asked for", you said, checking the bags that were in the kitchen. “I’ll leave the best review when we leave”.

"What is that?"

"Ingredients for our cooking and some drinks for a game, maybe?", you said, wiggling your eyebrows.

"Oh, you are getting me drunk before killing me. So nice of you", he said, making you laugh. "This place is amazing. Slightly terrifying because we’re in the middle of nowhere, but amazing. Like you".

His compliment made you so happy. You put your arms around his neck to bring him closer so you could kiss him and let him know how much his words meant to you. 

"This is only sweets?", he asked, checking the bags.

"In the bags, yeah. There is real food in the fridge. Don't worry. I just thought we could make some homemade Halloweeny sweets. There are so many recipes online".

"Sounds fun. And I'm too far away from civilization for my coach to know".

"I'll help you burn the calories later", you winked.

You picked up a few recipes, including the marshmallow ghosts and some simple cookies also in the shape of a ghost that you could have fun decorating with the frosting. Kid's stuff but it's not as if you knew how to do much better when it came to baking.

"We can eat this while watching a movie".

"I thought watching a movie was a lame plan for today", he said.

"Just watching a movie is lame. But of course we have to watch one. I already picked the perfect one", you said, getting the DVD out of your bag and showing him the cover.

"Cabin in the woods? Really? Let me guess. It's about people in a cabin in the middle of the woods who get killed".

"Kinda. But it's not that great. Bit of a guilty pleasure, you know? And it's not that scary either. Oh, and it has Chris Hemsworth in it!"

"Really? Are we partially watching it because of him?"

"Nah, he doesn't even take his shirt off. That's the scariest part of the movie", you said, faking a shiver and making your boyfriend laugh.

"I'll take my shirt off for you", he said giving you a kiss.

"Much much better than Hemsworth".

Once you had your pizza and your sweets ready to be consumed, you moved to the sofa to watch the movie.

“Zombies? Really?”, said your boyfriend looking at you with a big smile. He told you many times before that the only movies he wasn’t scared of were zombie movies, so you picked that one as a thank you to him for playing along with all the other activities you had planned.

“Ok”, you said as the movie ended. “How about you get the fireplace going while I get everything ready for our game?”

“Ok…”.

You could notice his eyes following you. He was intrigued about what you had planned and you were really hoping he wouldn’t find it disappointing.

“So”, you started, putting all the things on the table. “I thought about doing a little quiz. And if we get the question wrong, we have to do something out of a few options”.

“I’m listening”.

“Well, just stripping was going to make the game end too quickly. We aren’t wearing much”, you laughed. “So that’s one of the options, which is highly encouraged if it’s you answering wrong. But also we could take a shot”, you said, showing him the tequila bottle. “Or we can do a little bit of drawing”.

“Drawing?”, he asked you, confused.

“Yes. I got this glow-in-the-dark body paint and thought we could paint each other. And then when we go to the dark for other types of playing…well, we’ll get to see our creations”.

“Only you could come up with that idea”, he laughed. “But I love it”.

Your smile was so big it almost occupied your entire face.

“But”, he said. “It can’t be a horror quiz because you’ll have a big advantage”.

“I thought about that too. I’ll ask you horror movie questions and you’ll ask me football questions”.

“You’re kidding”, he said, laughing so hard you frowned.

“I know. I know…I only know the name of your team and the stadium where you play. I’m the one at a disadvantage. That’s how much I love you. I could easily make it so I win and get to do whatever I want to you”.

“Oh, you’ll get to do whatever you want to me later”, he said, grabbing you by the waist and putting you in his lap before kissing you. “And I love you too. Should we start?”

You went back to your seat and put everything in front of you so it’d be easy to reach whenever you needed it.

“Ok, let’s start with an easy one”, he said, forcing you to make a face. “Kinda. Which team has won the most leagues in England?”

“Manchester City”, you said, remembering that was the team that won the last one. So they at least had one.

“No, Manchester United”.

“That’s what I said. Manchester”, you complained.

“City and United are not the same. It’s like…”, he thought of an example you could understand. “Like an original movie and a remake. Like the Nightmare on Elm Street one”.

That made you shudder. “And who’s the crappy horrible shouldn’t exist remake? City or United?”

“Depends who you ask”, he laughed.

“Ok, as a punishment for missing. Though I was very close, I must add. I’ll choose a shot!”

You licked the salt off your hand, took the shot and then saw your boyfriend with a lime wedge in his mouth. You laughed and crawled towards him to get the lime and then get a kiss too since you were already there.

“Your turn! Who’s the first character killed in the original Scream movie?”

“Oh, easy. Drew Barrymore’s”.

“Wrong!”

“What?”, he said, shocked. “It is her!”

“It’s her boyfriend Steve. Everyone forgets poor Steve. Your punishment?”

“I’ll take my shirt off”.

“Who won the last World Cup?”, was the next question for you.

“Eh…England? No, I would have noticed. Wait! Brazil!”

“Wrong, it was France”.

“Of course it was. Ok…how about you draw something on me?”

And so he moved you closer to him to try and draw a ghost on your thigh. The drawing itself wasn’t great, but he kept on tickling you with the brush and his fingers and made you laugh. He looked so cute all concentrated that you couldn’t help but give him little kisses. Even though he complained about you distracting him, you knew he didn’t mind at all. 

Forty minutes later, you were both sitting in just your underwear, slightly tipsy and with all types of drawings all over your body. After getting a Champions League question wrong, you asked for another glowy tattoo and so your boyfriend got to work. 

“Turn around”, he said.

“But I wanna see”.

“Turn around”.

And so you did. His cold hand moved from your neck all along your spine, making you shiver in the best way possible. When he got to your bum, he took advantage of you wearing a thong to draw on one of your bum cheeks. He gave it a little squeeze and a kiss when he was done.

When you turned back to face him, you stopped him from going back to his seat.

“You know. I’m tired of this game now, maybe we should move to the next one”.

“Should we go see how we glow in the dark?”, he laughed.

“Yeah…and to see how smudge-proof this paint really is”.

**

Hours later, you lay in each other’s arms and you couldn’t believe how happy you were at that moment. Today had really been the perfect day.

"Thank you for being such a good sport and putting up with all my weird tastes. No one has ever made me feel like I’m not a weirdo for liking what I like until I met you. It means so much to me", you said. 

"I have to love all of you, don’t I? Happy Halloween, my love".

“Happy Halloween”.

[nuestraluzdelaluna]

✦:˒ blurb weeks masterlist ◞⁺☆．

━━━━━━

✎ who i write for

ღ players i love writing for

✦:˒ smut

↯ angst

━━━━━━

˗ˏˋ my playlist ´ˎ˗

1. you were mine for the summer now we know it’s nearly over

╰┈➤ summer love one direction | leon goretzka | john stones ↯

2. i’m just talking shit to the ones that’ll listen

╰┈➤ go flex post malone | dcl

3. she texts me in a warm summer night (sie schreibt mir um halb drei in ‘ner warmen Sommernacht)

╰┈➤ sommergewitter pashanim | virgil van dijk | robin koch

4. you better shut up and be good ( vi conviene stare zitti e buoni)

╰┈➤ ✦:˒ zitti e buoni måneskin | leon goretzka | marcus rashford

5. what the hell were we? tell me we weren’t just friends

╰┈➤ friends chase Atlantic | jadon sancho | jude bellingham

6. “hi, why’d you only call me when you’re high?“

╰┈➤ why’d you only call me when you’re high arctic monkeys | dcl | Jack grealish

7. we’ll safety pin, the pieces of our broken hearts back together

╰┈➤ safety pin 5sos | jadon sancho | mason mount | Ben Chilwell

8. i have not been able to love another person and i swear that i’ve tried (a otra persona no he podido amar y te juro que lo he tratado)

╰┈➤ si estuviemos juntos bad bunny | marcus rashford | jadon sancho ↯

9. i swear to god, i never fall in love then you showed up, and I can’t get enough of it

╰┈➤ my ex’s bestfriend blackbear | jack grealish | dcl

10. for every question why, you were my because

╰┈➤ walls louis tomlinson | jude bellingham | marcus rashford

˗ˏˋ insecurities ´ˎ˗

⿻ mason mount

✦:˒ insecure about a mole

✦:˒ insecure about not looking like a model

insecure about beauty spots

insecure about big boobs

insecure about acne

insecure about wearing bikinis

⿻ leon goretzka

insecure about small boobs ↯

insecure about transfer rumors

insecure about his past long term relationship

⿻ erling haaland

✦:˒ insecure about wide hips

insecure about not being norwegian

insecure about small lips

insecure about sitting on his lap

⿻ dominic calvert-lewin

insecure about having a strong accent

insecure about not being sexy enough

insecure about being introverted

⿻ ben chilwell

insecure about having a stutter

insecure about your body and needing validation

⿻ marcus rashford

insecure about having a strong accent

insecure about your body type

⿻ jadon sancho

insecure about stretch marks

feeling ‘flat’

⿻ joe gomez

✦:˒ insecure about the attention he gets from others

⿻ jack grealish

insecure about small boobs & stretch marks

insecure because you gained weight

insecure about big boobs

⿻ neco williams

insecure about thick thighs

⿻ robin koch

insecure about curvy thighs

⿻ scott mctominay

not feeling good enough

⿻ virgil van dijk

✦:˒ insecure about your boobs

⿻ john stones

insecure about thighs at beach

⿻ unai simón

insecure about the future

⿻ anyone you like

insecure about hip dips

[blueinaseaofgrey]

He’s mine. 🥵😍

[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)

[macybeckham7]

One where you’re at a dinner with some friends and your baby girl is much younger than their kids but still just following them around but then she comes into your lap cause she’s really tired + she falls asleep 🥺❤️

YDN was completely obsessed with the other kids, they let her join in as they ran around playing a make believe game. Even though YDN didn’t know what was going on she enjoyed running around with a big smile on her face and just being silly. You kept your attention on her and could see that she was feeling tired but didn’t want to stop having fun with her friends. She comes over to you as the others get a drink and to cool down a bit. She climbs on your lap as you gently run your hands through her hair, she sucks her thumb as she rests her head on your chest. Your friends all laugh that she is just like her daddy, claiming that he could fall asleep anywhere, even joking that they have seen him suck his thumb too making him fake laugh at them. You both look down at her as he gently caress her cheek as she was in a deep sleep.

[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.

MASTERLIST | MORE MCTOMINAY

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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.