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THE BENEFITS OF HIRING A RUBBISH REMOVAL SERVICE – A COMPREHENSIVE GUIDE

"Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world."

This quote by George Bernard Shaw establishes the importance of maintaining proper cleanliness. We must cultivate habits that can help us better our sense of tidiness before we start cleaning our surroundings. However, these habits and practices must begin at the places we reside, work, recreate, and relax.

Climate change and additional environmental problems start from improper waste management and treatment. Waste and rubbish clearance receive minimal attention due to our negligence or lack of insight.

Hence, it is high time we treat our waste products responsibly and judiciously. Combining all types of waste commodities makes disposal an uphill task for concerned civil authorities. Segregating biodegradable and nonbiodegradable wastes is essential before the clearance.

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Why Are Waste Removal Services Preferable to Skip Bins? 8 Reasons

Waste removal services and skip bins are both popular options for disposing of waste. However, there are several reasons why waste removal services are often advised over skip bins:

Convenience: Waste removal firms provide a practical waste disposal solution. A waste removal firm will come to your site, collect your rubbish, and dispose of it safely and responsibly. You don’t need to haul rubbish to a skip bin location.

Cost-Effective: Skip bins often cost more than professional waste removal in Manchester. While skip bins have a fixed rental fee regardless of how much rubbish you produce, waste removal companies only charge you for the amount of waste you have.

Space-Saving: Skip bins can occupy a large amount of space on your property, whereas rubbish removal services only need a little amount of space to keep the waste until it is picked up.

Environmental Impact: Waste removal services prioritize environmentally-friendly waste disposal methods, including recycling and reducing waste sent to landfill. Skip bins, on the other hand, may not offer the same level of eco-friendliness.

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Professional Services: Waste removal services are carried out by trained professionals who possess the necessary equipment, experience, and knowledge to manage waste disposal safely and efficiently. With skip bins, you are accountable for managing the trash yourself, which can be time-consuming and possibly dangerous.

In addition to the aforementioned, skip bins attract rats and insects, which pose health dangers to you and others around you. The best course of action is always to get rid of the trash right away with a professional Manchester waste removal company.

Overall, waste removal services are a more convenient, cost-effective, and environmentally-friendly solution for waste disposal compared to skip bins. By using waste removal services, you can ensure your waste is disposed of safely and responsibly, without the hassle and potential risks of using a skip bin.

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How Garden Waste Removal Manchester Can Easy the Process to Collect All Garden Waste?

If you own a garden, you would rather understand how hard it is to maintain it and clean all the waste. All the branches, leaves, and excess off-cuts from the existing trees can be termed green waste or garden organics.

To ease the process, Manchester councils provide a wheelie bin to collect all the garden waste. We also provide services in Shed Clearance in Manchester.

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We experience a huge lump of leaves at the end of every season in our gardens. It is fortunate that all the garden waste is organic and can be recycled. Biodegradable waste makes way for less environmental pollution.

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jamie and reader used to date before he went back to his old team and broke reader’s heart 💔 now he’s back and wants reader back ANGST AND FLUFF PLEASEEE

I’ve been thinking about this request since FOREVER so I hope I did it justice!!

wonder what it’d be like

You don’t get paid enough for this shit.

“So you do know Jamie Tartt?” asks some journalist doing some piece on some footballer crap. You don’t know and you don’t care.

“If you’re not going to order anything, I’m going to get my boss and have you removed from the premises,” you reply, undeterred in your mission to wipe down empty tables. Brian loves his coffee shop and is fiercely protective of both his employees and his peaceful atmosphere. Wouldn’t be the first time he’s kicked someone out.

“Well, do you have any comment on the fact that he said you were the love of his life?”

You don’t miss a beat. “No I do not. Can I get you any coffee or should I get Brian?”

The journalist declines both, and is out the door.

Fucking Jamie Tartt. What does he even think he’s doing? How did you even come up in an interview? Was the question, who, Jamie Tartt, is the greatest love of your life?

(You’d find out later that yes, that was the question. The journalist was looking for an answer like “Keeley Jones,” or “Kiera Knightley,” something a little spicy.)

It doesn’t matter, the journalist (you think his name was Trent) is gone and you can go back to making coffee and chatting with the regulars.

—

You should have known that wasn’t the end of it.

God, why can’t you just work in peace? You have enough on your plate, between homework and student loans and the person who’s complaining that their iced coffee is “too cold.” 

You don’t need to add “prick footballer ex-boyfriend,” to the list.

But he seems bound and determined to add himself to your list of things to take care of, with the way he’s following you around as you hand people their orders.

“Trent said you wouldn’t talk to him,” he says.

He takes your silence as license to keep going. “Why didn’t you just take the money? Can’t be making much here.”

Do not let him get to you, you remind yourself. Do not sink to his level.

So you just shrug. “I’m not one of those people who fucks a famous footballer just for the money. Now I’m going to give you the same choice I gave that goddamn reporter: you can get a coffee or you can get. Out.”

So Jamie leaves.

—

It figures that your ex would find some way to make your life hell. Sure, you’ve gotten mostly over him and you have your own life and you’re on your way to becoming an accountant because numbers are fun and numbers don’t break your heart. So of course, now is when he decides to show up and have journalists poking around.

But you refuse to talk about him with anyone. It’s rude, in your opinion. It devalues your old relationship and yourself and you won’t do it.

So instead you stay after hours, going over finances at the café while Brian and his boyfriend chatter softly and try new coffee combinations.

You laugh as they bicker and and sip everything they set before you, grateful that you don’t have to think about the day Jamie got signed to Manchester City and decided that he was too good for you.

Unfortunately, you have to go home at some point, which means you’re wide awake in your bed, flatmates all asleep leaving you to replay that whole terrible day.

—

(He said, “It ain’t gonna work, babe, I’m in the Premier League now and I should be with someone who’s at my same level.”

You said, “Don’t call me babe.”

He said, “Don’t waste any tears over me, I won’t be crying so you shouldn’t either.”

You said, “I sure as hell won’t cry over a heartless dick like you.”

He said, “That’s a heartless Premier League dick to you.”

And that was it. A year-long relationship and four year-long friendship down the tubes.)

—

The article hits the papers and now you’re constantly being harassed by journalists. 

You read it, the part about you. It was written in interview format, with a bolded question and then Jamie’s response. It was like a glimpse into his personal life, who he was outside the pitch.

Jamie, you’ve had an astonishing career at such a young age, and made a name for yourself both on and off the pitch. Your name has been in the tabloids with many famous models and actresses in the few short years you’ve played in the Premier League. So my question is, in the history of your romantic entanglements, who is the absolute love of your life?

In your opinion, it was a long lead-up to a short question. 

Jamie’s response was two words. Your first and last name.

That fucker.

It makes work so bad that you had to hide in the back while Brian tells people to leave.

You apologize profusely once everything’s closed and everyone’s gone. 

“I’ll give you my official notice and everything, and I can still help out with finances if you want,” you say. “I’m- not trying to be annoying, but the extra money would be really helpful while I look for another job.”

Brian shakes his head. “I’m not firing you, kid,” he says. “It’ll die down. And Caleb and I are happy to have you over for dinner if you want to talk about it.”

You’re so relieved and grateful that you hug him.

—

It’s late again. You’re in your kitchen. All three of your flatmates are out and will be gone until the morning, so you have the flat all to yourself. You’ve lit some candles and turned on the soft lights, and are criss-cross on the counter listening to Fleetwood Mac with brownies in the oven.

You allow yourself to think about some of the questions that were thrown at you throughout the day.

How long have you known Jamie Tartt?

When was the last time you spoke?

Are you still friends?

You shake your head. Weird.

There’s a knock at the door. Even weirder. You’re not expecting anyone.

You hop down and pad down the hall, standing on tiptoe to peer through the peephole. It’s Jamie. You make a face, double-check that the door is locked, and turn back to the kitchen. 

“I know you’re there,” Jamie calls through the door. “I can see the light on, and your car’s out front. I just want to talk.”

You’re not going to open the door, but then he calls your name and you’re rooted to the floor.

You open the door just enough so you can look at him, but not enough that he thinks he can come inside.

“I can’t imagine what you’d have to say to me other than an apology, especially after the day I’ve had,” you say, more fire in your voice than you remembered you had.

The fire dies when you get a good look at Jamie’s face.

It’s different.

He looks… forlorn, almost?

“I do, I do have an apology,” he says. There’s no malice, no conniving look on his face. 

You say, “Ok,” in a tone so soft that Jamie could almost forget the anger you just held.

“Look,” he begins, but is cut off by your timer beeping in the kitchen. You sigh. 

“I have to get those,” you say. “Can’t burn down the flat. Do you… do you want to come in? Just for a minute.”

Jamie nods and follows you inside, closing the door behind him.

He follows you to the kitchen, close on your heels, where you motion for him to sit while you take out the brownies. 

“Right,” he says once you’re leaning on the counter across from him. “Look- I was a prick. I thought I was fucking special because my right foot was kissed by god. I didn’t know how to fucking handle it so I acted like a prick. And I never said I’m sorry.” He takes a breath. “Keeley’s always talkin’ about accountability, so… here I am. Taking fucking accountability.”

You just look at him.

“I’m not looking for forgiveness,” he hurriedly continues. “Just wanted you to know that I’m sorry. I’m really fucking sorry for hurting you.”

You’re still not talking, so Jamie gets up.

“Right,” he says. “Right. I’m going to leave ya now. Got fucking trainin tomorrow.”

He’s halfway down the hall when he turns and says, “Oh, by the way, I called your uni. Paid the rest of your tuition, gave them some extra in case you decide you want to keep going.” Then he turns around again and actually heads to the door.

For a moment, you’re too shocked to even move but the magnitude of what he just said sinks in.

“OI,” you bellow. Jamie freezes, hand on the door handle. 

“Get. Back here,” you say, voice tight.

“Jamie,” you say once he’s sitting again, “you can’t just pay my student loans. The whole reason I never talk to the press about you is because I don’t want to be like those people who just, like, use you for your money. I had it handled and I don’t need you thinking that I’m just- just- using you. And fuck off with saying that shit in a magazine,” you continue, “You can’t just use me to make yourself more family-friendly. Saying that you like the girl who works in a fucking coffee shop so she can get through school and become an accountant. I mean, what the fuck? Just say it was a model or an actress or something, but don’t use me, because I never used you.”

Jamie shakes his head. “But it’s not like that,” he says earnestly. “I know what you’re like. I know it ain’t about the money. That’s why I said what I said. You really are the love of me life.”

You’re silent, analyzing his face. There’s nothing that indicates he’s lying, and if you can claim to know Jamie at all, you’d have to admit that this might be the most sincere you’ve ever seen him.

All you can manage is a weak, “Oh.”

“I’m really, really sorry.”

“Yeah,” you reply, “you keep saying that. I forgive you. But that doesn’t mean that I want to be friends with you.”

Jamie nods. “Yeah, no I get that, yeah. Right. I’m not looking for that. I just needed you to know.”

You’re both silent for an awkward moment.

“Right,” Jamie says again. “Guess I’d better go. I’ll see you around, I guess.”

You nod, letting Jamie see himself out.

—

“So, you’re not taking him back?”

“Brian,” you say, “why the absolute fuck would I do that?”

He laughs. “I don’t know, if I had some handsome, rich young footballer come to me with an apology that I didn’t ask for, I’d’ve snapped him right up!”

“Don’t let Caleb hear you say that,” you warn.

Brian laughs again. “Oh hon, he’s heard me say so much worse.”

You snort then turn back to the column of numbers in front of you. It’s bright and early, thirty minutes before opening. That gives you twenty minutes to finish what you’re doing before sneaking out the back door. You’re scribbling in the margins in blue glitter pen when there’s a knock on the glass door. You frown.

“Who on earth is knocking?” you ask.

Brian shrugs. “No idea,” he replies as he goes to look.

The frown stays affixed to your face. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that Brian just lied.

He’s back a moment later.

“Think these are for you,” he says, arm full of flowers.

You drop your pen.

“What the hell,” you whisper. 

Brian just grins and places them on the table. “A nice young man in a pink tracksuit dropped them off. Said to give them to you and that he’ll have more tomorrow.”

“Fucker,” you hiss.

“Me or him?”

You glare. “Both. Either. I don’t care. Take these home to Caleb or put them around the shop. I’m leaving.”

You shuffle your papers together and flee the coffee shop, door banging behind you.

—

“Twat,” you whisper to no one in particular. 

Jamie’s delivered flowers every day for a week and a half and you’re not sure how he manages it, but he always avoids being caught by you. You’re not sure why he’s delivering them to your place of work, but you have a hunch that somehow, somehow Brian and Caleb are in on it.

It’s fucking annoying, really. They’re so beautiful and in all your favorite colors and you’re absolutely pissed off that he still knows anything personal about you.

You’re even more pissed off that you like it.

I mean, come on, he has your forgiveness; what more does he want?

The worst part is you actually miss him. You miss the Jamie you dated, the one you fell in love with but are not particularly fond of the Jamie who dumped you when he got signed for Man City. What’s to stop him from doing that again?

You decide you’re going to talk to him.

—

Brian brings in a particularly large bunch the next day and you’re on your feet in a flash. You’re out the door before he can ask where you’re going, but he doesn’t need to. He already knows. 

You look up and down the street. You know Jamie couldn’t have gotten far. 

You catch a flash of blonde hair zipping away to your right. 

“TARTT,” you bellow.

The blonde hair freezes as you march up the street.

Jamie turns and grins sheepishly, “Hey, love,” he says.

“Stop bringing me flowers. It’s fucking annoying.”

It might be Jamie’s imagination, but there seems to be slightly less rage in your eyes today.

“Thought you liked that sort of thing,” he says.

“I do,” you say, “usually. When I know why it’s happening. I don’t know why you’re doing it. You already paid my student loans and apologized. I don’t really know what else you want from me.”

“A second chance,” Jamie says promptly. “I weren’t kidding in the article. You can tell me to fuck off right now and I’ll leave you alone. Can’t promise that I’ll never hurt you again, but I can fucking guarantee it won’t be on purpose.”

You’re silent, giving Jamie the tiniest spark of hope.

“Fuck you,” you finally say. Jamie raises an eyebrow as you glare at him. “Fuck you for actually fucking changing. And for making me love you again. You’re all I can fucking think about and it’s been driving me crazy, and Brian’s been no help with all his, ‘you should call him,’ and ‘he seems like a good lad.’ He’s fucking right and I’m fucking mad about it.”

“Yeah?” Jamie asks, “Why don’t you tell me more over dinner tonight? I’ll take you on a proper date.”

You actually smile at him for the first time in ages. “Alright,” you reply, “one date. One. We’ll see where it goes from there.”

Jamie doesn’t care. You’re smiling, which means he’s already won the whole fucking thing. He’s yours again, and he’s not going to fuck it up.

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I Feel You - Jamie Tartt x demi!Reader

A/N: Hello to my faithful followers! I'm sorry I've been so inactive for the past couple weeks I've been down in the dumps and sorta uninspired.

But the crazy thing is I've hit 1k followers! What? How is that even possible! I'm planning to put together a little celebration soon but for now, here's an unrequested fic that I wrote featuring a demi!reader on the acespec!

See y'all soon!

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns), Drunkenness, I think that's it

OooO

Jamie had to be the lamest footballer in the world. It was a Friday night and instead of going out and finding a club to get drunk at, he was sitting on his couch reading a bloody book. Fucking Roy Kent had gotten to him, that bastard. He wasn’t expecting anyone to come by so when there was a knock on the door, Jamie was surprised. 

There on his doorstep was (Y/N). Pacing, wobbly, back and forth seemingly trying to take off her shoes without sitting down. 

“(Y/N)?” He opened the door, turning on the porch light. 

(Y/N) was someone Jamie had been friends with for a long time. Longer than anyone else, maybe. She’d grown up with im in Manchester, and gone to college in London when he got called up. When he was busy being a prick and cutting people out of his life, she stayed, refusing to be cut. And here she was, drunk on his doorstep. 

She spun in spot, her eyes lighting up when she saw him. “Jamie!”

She fell forward onto him in a sloppy hug. Jamie caught her in his arms, realizing with a chuckle that she was beyond wasted. He hoisted her up so she was tucked into his side so he could properly assist her while closing the door and turning off the lights. 

“Jamieee,” She sang, sweetly, pulling Jamie with all her might to get them to topple over.

“At least one of us had a good night,” Jamie muttered. 

“It was ‘meh’,” (Y/N) admitted, shrugging. “Felt all wonky all night.”

Jamie pulled her into his bathroom, sitting her down on the toilet seat. She slumped back, as it finally feeling her exhaustion. He filled up his water cup and handed it to her, having to help her put her hand on and grip the cup.

“Drink,” he instructed. 

“It’s like, I’m over here, looking and waiting,” she continued, pausing for a second to glug down a large sip of water. “And everyone else is over there. Falling in love, dating, kissing, and I’m just,” she made a raspberry with her mouth.

Jamie found a cloth and the bottle of makeup remover she’d left at his house one time, dabbing some of the serum on the cloth. He walked back over to her, kneeling so he could be at eye height with her. 

“Mmhmm,” he hummed, starting to dab at her face like she’d taught him. 

“Why can’t I feel that, Jamie?” She whined, leaning into his touch. “Why can't I just find a dude and just kiss him? What’s wrong with me?”

Jamie frowned, pausing his dabbing for a moment. “What do you mean, darling?”

“I just mean,” now she was frowning too. “I try to go on dates, hook up with random guys, and I just feel… nothing.” Jamie, pursed his lips, moving the cloth gently over her face. Her eyes fluttered closed as he swished over her eyelids delicately. “But I’m so tired of waiting… I don’t want to settle anymore.”

“You shouldn’t have to settle,” Jamie agreed softly. 

“But I also don’t want to be alone forever,” she opened her eyes and Jamie stopped washing her face. 

“You won’t be alone forever,” he droned. This was a conversation they’d had before. She was afraid she’d never find the one, and Jamie reassured her that she would. Of course, she would. She was beautiful, and funny, and headstrong in all the important ways.

“I’ve only ever liked one person, in my whole entire life,” she hiccuped. “And he…” 

“He what, love?” Jamie went to stand but she grabbed onto his pants, stopping him from moving away. He looked down and she looked very small. He’d never seen her look so small before. 

“He’s been my best friend since we were kids,” she muttered, looking up at him. “When I look at him, I feel this flutter in my chest. And no matter how hard I try to feel that with other people, I just can’t.” She looked between his eyes. “I can’t.” 

Jamie could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his blood rushing in his ears. Was she saying what he thought she was saying? She couldn’t be. Either way, she needed to go to bed. 

“You… uh… you can stay here tonight, yeah?” He took the cup from her hand and filled it back up. “I’ll go put out some sleep clothes in the guest bed.” 

She looked disappointed when he didn’t acknowledge her rambling, but she nodded, taking a pitiful sip from her cup of water. He watched her a moment before pounding on the sink and walking out to grab a shirt for her. 

As he set up the bed for her, his mind was racing through what she had said. The best friend from childhood that she’d liked forever. It couldn’t be him… could it? Not after everything he’d put her through. 

When he walked back to the bathroom, she’d fallen asleep on the toilet. Chest rising and falling steadily, her eyelashes resting against her cheeks. His chest fluttered as he looked at her, a gentle smile coming over his lips. He slid one arm under her legs and another around her back, resting her head on his shoulder. She curled into him immediately, nestling her nose into his neck. 

He brought her to the room, he’d set up maneuvering her carefully so he could take her clothes off. She’d changed in front of him before, felt comfortable around him, but he still was careful of his hands and quickly putting on more comfortable clothes.

She mumbled incoherently as he laid her down and pulled the covers over her. His hand rested on her cheek for a moment, her face slightly flushed from her night out. He was tempted to get in the bed with her, keep her safe and warm in his arms but he swatted that thought away quickly. Instead he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her temple.

The next morning when he woke up, he went to check on her, but she wasn’t in the room. Then he heard humming and the smell of bacon filling the air. He padded down the steps and saw her in the kitchen, cooking and sipping on his coffee like she owned the place. He shoved his tongue in his cheek to stop himself from laughing as he watched her. 

She spun around, dancing to the song in her head, yelping and freezing when she saw him. 

“Oh!” She sighed, throwing her hand over her heart when she realized it was him. “Jamie! You scared me.” 

“Scare you? This is my house, you know,” Jamie laughed, leaning across the island. 

She rolled her eyes, sliding a cup of coffee across to him. “Two creams, one sugar, yeah?”

Jamie looked down at the coffee, knowing Roy would kill him if he took a sip. ‘Your body is a temple’ and ‘caffeine is a drug’ and whatever, but she was looking at him so sweetly there was no way he could say no to it. So, he reached down and took a sip. 

“That’s it, yah,” it tasted perfect. No one else made his coffee like she did. “Do you know how you ended up here?”

She slowed her cooking for a second. He couldn’t see her face, she was turned facing the wall, but he saw her back tense just the slightest bit. 

“Uh… I don’t remember, really,” (Y/N) answered. “Just woke up here… figured it was just where I thought I’d be safest.” 

Jamie felt his cheeks heat up, trying to hide it by taking a sip of his coffee. “You, eh, were out with the girls?” 

She turned around, sliding the bacon onto the two plates she’d set out. She was deep in thought, he could tell by the way she picked the skin off her lip, reaching up to pull a piece of hair out of her face. 

“Yeah…” she whispered. “It was Larsen’s birthday. Wanted to go have a hot girl night. Find some guys to go home with.”

Ah. Now he got it. She’s gone out with her friends and they’d all gone home with guys and she was left alone. She was upset because she thought she was unwanted. He grimaced at her. 

“Did Larsen ditch you again? I told you to stop hanging out with her,” Jamie comforted, reaching to grab a piece of bacon. (Y/N) didn’t answer, she just stared down at the greasy meat on her plate. “Oh, c’mon, (Y/N), you can’t really believe that because of one bad night that no one wants you.” 

She furrowed her brow, shaking her head. “No that’s….” She looked up at him, looking back and forth between his eyes. “Do you really think that I couldn’t find one person to go home with?”

Now Jamie was confused. He pursed his lips, not sure how to answer. 

“He was great. Attractive enough, I suppose, saying all the right things,” she mumbled, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. “We chatted for a while. But I just felt… nothing.” Her fist open and closed as she fought the nervous energy. “He was kissing me, holding me, doing all the things that should have made me feel… something. But it was like… I felt nothing! It was like there was something blocking my brain from just latching onto something random.”

“He was… kissing you?” Jamie cringed as he said it. He wasn’t sure exactly why he’d said it and she looked at him like she was crazy. 

“Yes, he was,” she scoffed, running a hand through her hair. “He wanted to do a lot more but I couldn’t feel it. I didn’t feel anything.” She rested her elbows on the counter, her head in her hands. “God, what is wrong with me? Every other person we went out with went home with whatever stranger they’d met that night. But me? I feel so… stunted.” 

Jamie was surprised by her sudden admission. It wasn’t something he’d felt before, but he wanted her to feel the things he felt for her. The care and softness that he felt for her. 

“I know I want it,’ she continued. “I feel it sometimes… for… one person. He knows me and I know him. And I try to get myself to get over it, to feel it for someone else. Anyone else, but no matter how hard I try. I just… can’t feel it.” She shook her head, pushing herself off the island. “Sorry, I don’t know where that came from.” 

Jamie stayed still for a moment, figuring out his thoughts. 

“S’okay,” he finally responded. “I’m sorry you feel like that, you deserve to feel loved and wanted.”

Her eyes snapped back up to his, her cheeks turning red, spreading up to her ears. Jamie moved around to the other side of the island so he was right next to her, leaning against her side. She kept staring straight forward, her eyes turning shiny with unshed tears. 

“You said… there was one person,” he implored, pursing his lips into a duck shape. “One person who you felt something for.” 

She nodded, not speaking, brushing her eyes furiously. 

“Who… who is that person,” he asked. 

She let out a shaky laugh, cocking her head before looking up at him. 

“I think you know,” she replied quietly, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. He looked at her, letting his hand slide down to intertwine with hers. Her breathing hitched and her chest started to heave. “Jamie, wait, please.” She stared at their entwined hands, scared that it was going to go away. “I can’t… I’m not like other girls. I can’t give you what you want, not right away, maybe not for a long time.” 

Jamie shook his head, moving his free hand up to touch her face. “I don’t want that, all I want is to make you feel loved. All I want is for you to feel how you deserve to feel. And I’m willing to wait however long it takes, and to do whatever it takes to make sure that you feel that love.”

“Oh, Jamie,” she gasped out, reaching up to touch his face too. They stood in the kitchen, the soft morning light dappling in through the windows, holding each other's faces. He looked between her lips and her eyes. “Jamie?”

“Yeah?”

“You can kiss me.”

His eyes were big and wanting as he looked at her. “Are you sure? Like really sure, like you aren’t just saying it to make me happy?” 

“No, Jamie, I want it.”

The words scarcely left her mouth when he cut her off, pressing his lips to hers. And there it was. She felt it. She felt that electricity that her friends had talked about. It rocked through her, stealing her breath away as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, his coming to creep up her back, lifting her up slightly. 

“Can you feel that, love?” he hummed, in between kisses. “Can you feel how much I love you?” 

“I can feel it,” she responded, pulling back to look up at him. “I can feel you.” 

[findingnemosworld]

𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 - 𝐫𝐮́𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭/𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝.

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ]

Authentic love is a rarity to find, especially in this day and age where long lasting relationships seemed to matter less in favor of a blurred bond which is neither a friendship nor a love affair - for Y/N L/N that had been the biggest reason as to why she refrained from dating any man that had so much as tried to court her, sure there had been a lot of opportunities throughout her life, some that her friends had told her she'd been stupid to waste, but she liked to believe that she is capable of judging a person through their body language to understand their intentions from her.

She wanted to wait for the right one, and it seems like her prayers were answered - as moving to Manchester approximately six months after she had quit her job, seemed to be the setting stone of a good life as while she was moving into her new flat, her neighbor had just stepped out for what seemed like an errand run - however, when he looked her way, he walked towards her and asked if he could help, she had initially refused however he'd given her a charming smile and insisted.

Who was that neighbor you may ask? well, it was none other than Rúben Dias.

The moving process had become so much easier as while Rúben was helpful he'd also managed to introduce himself to her as it turned out, they were living across from one another - since then, a friendship had blossomed as she was on the road to find a new job and support herself while also learning more about Rúben and what he does.

Her minuscule knowledge when it came to football hadn't affected Rúben, if anything it was relieving to meet someone that wasn't so enamoured with his career, rather simply seeing him as a friendly yet reserved person - or so he thought, you see ... as the pair grew closer, so did their bond, movie nights, dinner nights, even going as far as to have a sleep over in each their living room's almost as if they were children, overall building an unbreakable bond.

Which lead them to take the next step, It was during one of their movie nights where Rúben decided to make the first move by kissing her just as she was about to ask him something, followed by him shyly expressing his love for her leading to a beautiful relationship forming which lead to an engagement which ultimately lead to the moment they said I do, cementing their love for all to see.

" Rúben " Y/N said after they returned to their rented beach home from dinner, they walked into their shared bedroom to change out of their clothing.

" Yes baby, what’s wrong? " He asked, concerned that he’d done something during dinner or that she wasn’t feeling comfortable.

Y/N walks up to him just as he removed his shirt, giving her a stunning view of his built physique which had definitely caused her throat to dry up, a lump to form in her throat and a shiver to slither its way down to her aching pussy.

She gently grabs his arm which causes a look of confusion to appear across his features, he tilts his head. " Baby " he said with a confused tone.

" I … " Y/N opens her mouth only to close it, even after they’d gotten married, she still felt shy to speak on the manner.

Rúben lifts his hand up to caress her cheek, he smiles then says, " It’s ok bebezinha, you can use your words "

" I know you’ve been patient with me, especially because of my beliefs and while I was so nervous during our wedding night that you literally said you’d wait " Y/N paused and sighs, " I feel like it’s only fair to you and to me that we no longer wait, especially now that we’re married "

Rúben was fully aware of what she meant, it’s one of the reasons why he adored her; her purity and innocence had ignited something in him, so much so that he was willing to see their love all the way through, " We don’t have to do it just because you feel pressured "

" I’m not pressured " Y/N shakes her head with a laugh before looking up at him, " I’m actually ready, I’ve been ready since we got here, I just … " she looks down once again, " I didn’t know how to approach the topic without sounding like a clueless idiot "

" Hey " He says in a stern yet gentle tone, hooking his finger under her chin to get her to look at him, " My wife is not a clueless idiot " he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to her cheek before leaning to her ear to whisper, " I think that she’s the sexiest, most intelligent girl and I can’t believe that she’s all mine "

The corners of her eyes brim with tears, " I love you "

" I love you too " He smiles, then captures her lips in a soft kiss, all the while his hands caress her back until they find the knots of her dress. " Are you still sure? " he murmurs against her lips.

She nods, " Please " she pleads with a soft tone.

He takes his time with untying each knot until the dress gently slips off of her body to pool around her legs, he pulls back to drink in the sight of her covered in what he could only describe as the most tempting lingerie set he’d seen, white with lace details which contrasted her tanned skin. " Bebezinha " he whispers in awe, " You’re so beautiful "

She shrinks under his gaze, promptly lifting her hands to cover herself however he’d stopped her, shaking his head then smiling at her. " You have no idea how thankful I am for God that he put you in my way, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me "

He guides her to the bed, laying her down while he undressed himself down to his boxers then crawling up to her, taking his time in exploring every single angle of her body, pressing soft kiss all around every bit of exposed skin all the while his digits were dancing across her inner thigh, " Be patient with me ok " he whispers.

She nods, gently sitting up to angle herself and observe Rúben in all his glory, situating himself between her legs after he’d helped her remove her bra. He assures her doubts with a smile, " I’ll be gentle and besides it’ll be helpful for later " he smiles, pressing soft kisses across her inner thighs, eliciting soft moans from her.

She smiles at him, watching him leisurely remove her panties before he discards them across the room, to finally get a good look of her pussy, " Oh my … " He whispers before groaning. " Bebezinha, you’re fucking wet " he places his thumb over her clit while the other teases her walls by moving up and down in a torturously leisure manner. " So wet " he echoes.

" Rúben " She whimpers, the mere sensation was definitely working as she could feel her body give in.

He keeps an eye on her, gently inserting his digit inside of her walls and groaning at how tight she was. " Fucking hell baby "

Her hands subconsciously cup her breasts, the sight causing him to grunt, " Yes, play with your breasts baby while I coax your tight pussy, Jesus " he sighs in pleasure.

The foreplay between them was definitely working, her muscles contracted from the way he expertly discovered new spots that even she wasn’t able to explore before, He adds a second digit followed shortly by his tongue which elicited a cry from her. " Fuck "

He merely hums in response, the vibrations sent shockwaves to her body which made him groan and coax her into an orgasm which seemed to naturally wash over her all the while he continued to devour her like a starved man.

Mere minutes later, he climbs up and grins, his chin was glistening with her arousal. " You are perfect " he pecks her lips before deepening the kiss, " So perfect "

He then sits up to remove his boxers, her eyes immediately land on his cock; she knew that he definitely wasn’t average yet finally getting to see him definitely sent her body into overdrive, he’d noticed her concern and smiled, " Relax baby, I’ll be slow "

She swallows the lump in her throat and nods, observing how he had stroked himself a few times before climbing up on the bed and aligning his cock to tease her pussy before he slowly thrusted himself fully inside of her, he froze when he noticed how her face had contorted, displaying the slight pain. " It’s ok " he cooed, gently stroking her hair, " It’s ok baby "

He spent a few minutes, pressing kisses to her cheek down to her neck while whispering comforting words to help relieve her pain, and in a matter of seconds; he feels her arms wrapping around his back. " I’m ok … Please " she whispers, " Please Rúben "

He nods, pecking her lips before he set a leisure pace, thrusting in and out of her pussy. " You’re so good to me " he murmurs, one hand caressing her cheek, " You’re taking my cock so well baby, such a good girl "

She could only form sounds in responds, sure she’d read a few erotica novels before, and had wondered how intense sex was – yet Rúben effortlessly blended soft and intense all at once. " You feel so good inside of me " she moans.

He grunts, " Yeah " he echoes, " You’re mine baby, all mine and this pussy " he groans, " It knows it’s mine "

She drags him to her by his chain to slam her lips onto his, her muscles were tensed and she could feel another orgasm edging closer, she murmurs against his lips " Don’t stop "

" I won’t baby " He sighs against her lips, pressing another kiss, " I can feel you squeezing my cock baby, you’re going to cum aren’t you? "

" Yeah " She nods and moans, " Fuck "

He takes her hand to place it on her abdomen, " You feel that? that’s my cock right there and if we play our cards right " he smirks, " There will be a baby there too "

Her eyes widen, she knew he was a family man yet the love in his eyes clearly displayed just how much he wanted this, " Yeah? " she whispers.

" I want it all with you, I want the good days, the bad days and everything in between, so as long as I can make love to you every night " He grins, " And of course going a bit too rough "

" I love you " She sighs, tilting her head to the side when she felt him pepper kisses to her neck.

" I love you too baby " He nibbles on her skin and smiles, " Cum for me, I’m right there with you "

The sensation sent her mind into overdrive, her sight blurred by the intense pleasure which was only heightened when she felt him spill inside of her, ropes of cum coating her walls entirely, He takes a moment before he pulls out of her and smiles, " You were so good my baby, so good " he pecks her lips, then heads to the bathroom to get two wet clothes so that he’d clean her up and clean himself up.

And then, he pulls her into his arms under the covers and smiles, " What a night " he sighs in relief, burying his face in her neck.

" Thank you for being patient with me " She said.

" No need to baby, I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you " He smiles, " I love you, so much "

" I love you too " She said.

" My one and only, forever " He assures her as they finally fall asleep together.

[pearlofthesirens]

domestic simon riley headcanons perhaps?

ooh i'm gonna love writing thissssss!!

Domestic Simon Headcanons:

wakes up at either 4 or 5 am, even after retiring. doesn't let go of the military morning routine.

if you're sleeping, he'll give you the softest kiss before fixing the blanket so you're not cold.

brushes his teeth and immediately hits the gym. loves the food you make, will tear that shit up but he thinks he should be keeping his body fit too. doesn't want Johnny to tease him for becoming soft(you personally love him even when he's a huge teddy bear).

when he comes back and sees you making breakfast, he won't hesitate to give you back hugs despite your complains of him being sweaty and smelly. "Si, no! Take a shower first, you're stinky!" "Shower can wait, lovie. I need to give my girl a kiss first."

calls you all sorts of nicknames like lovie, darling, sweetie, doll, my girl, etc.

if he's hungry and you're not at home, the only thing he can make is tea and toast. might burn the bread a little, might add a can of beans or potato mash(bri'ish tings), do not trust him with the kitchen.

if you're doing chores together, he would definitely want to help a lot even if he doesn't know much. for example, he'd definitely help with keeping the counter clean and taking dishes out from the dishwasher if you're cooking.

why waste water? take a shower together! "Water's too hot, doll. You're gonna burn." "Water's just fine." "You make me wonder what kinda demon I fell in love with."

genuinely gets scared if you call him Simon Riley, or worse if it's Ghost. will start contemplating about every single thing he did and where he might've gone wrong. "Simon Rile-" "I'm right here, sugar. Anything wrong? Need a shoulder massage?" "I-...please get the box of pasta from the top shelf." "Anything for you, doll."

he generally refuses to let you see him in full gear, prefers to keep Ghost out of his lovely Manchester apartment. but once after he was done with a long mission, he was so tired that he entirely forgot he had a significant other and walked inside the house with his balaclava and everything. you almost let out a scream when you saw a tall figure with a skull face hovering over you as you were sat on the couch, reading your favorite book. "AAAHH-" "Darling?"

he would legit go "?????" before he realizes that he has his mask on and everything. removes it immediately and sees your eyes soften, arms wide open for him. he takes you in a bone crushing hug, not forgetting to kiss your forehead.

always the big spoon when sleeping, but loves your arm around him too. will keep one arm out for you to rest your head on, doesn't care if it's numb, and the other around your waist. when you're facing him, he will hold your head and hips protectively, letting you bury your face in his chest and neck.

doesn't believe that a man should be controlling what his partner wears, he will encourage your to wear whatever makes you feel comfortable and confident. keeps a protective arm around your waist in public to show that you're his. "Wear whatever you want, sweetie. I can fight, ain't got all this body for nothing."

arguments with him are always short. he would not let anything get to a point that you two are shouting on each other's faces, he does not want to be like his father. goes to a different room to cool himself down before he opens the door to find you.

has a hard time apologizing with words at first, will try to get you something like flowers or give you a silent hug. but he soon learns to say "sorry" and to be gentler with you.

will get down on one knee and present you the ring when you least expect it. wants to have a small wedding at a church with only a few people, preferably TF141, Laswell, your immediate family and a few close friends you have.

wants kids, but won't force you if you don't want to. will consider resigning from the military if he does end up being a dad, he doesn't want to risk his life out there when he has two beautiful human beings to come home to. "Such a poppet, isn't she? Just like her mama." "Don't give me all the credit, honey. She's got your looks too, pretty little thing."

will take you out for dates, dinners too. believes that a relationship shouldn't be stagnant. you get to pick the restaurant and he will willingly pay for whatever you want to eat. you just have to look pretty <3

although he likes to put the most effort, he expects you to put effort too. he takes offense if you disregard how he feels, is devoted to you and expects you to love him the same.

little things matter to him. he pays attention to how you make tea for him, how you do not push him when he doesn't want to talk about something, how you adjust the blanket over both of you every time he comes home late and plops himself down on the couch with you.

overall, the sweetest but realistically speaking, it might be a bit tough to live with him considering he's in the military and has a bitter past. but as long as you're ready to compromise and understand him, he will return the love tenfold and more.

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[swayziiwriter]

Trench coat | Erling Haaland

summary: Manchester city’s win of the premier league title puts Erling in a spectacular position for a trench coat visit.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

NOTE: as a devoted Arsenal fan writing this chapter stung just a bit…

City had won the league, it was a bittersweet day for you as an Arsenal fan. Though you were immensely happy for Erling a part of your heart stung with pain at how close your team came. You decided that the best way to clear your mind of these feelings was to take them out on Erling, specifically during the celebratory surprise you had offered him before the game against Chelsea took place.

I'll come over to your place tonight by 11, after all the celebrations are over

Sounds good, come down to the field I want you down here with me

You smiled at his response, turning off your phone before making your way down to the pitch to celebrate Erling.

•

You reached into your purse, pulling out your key to Erling's place. Shuffling with your outfit and fixing your hair before stepping inside. The lights to the entire first floor were off, the large house surround in darkness. You took this as a sign that he was upstairs like you had asked him to be. You made your way up the stairs to his bedroom, a dim light coming from his room. The sound of your red bottoms clicking against the tiled floor let Erling know you were here just as promised. He turned around to find you leaning against the doors to his master bedroom, a soft smile plastered on your face.

It wasn't until Erling brought his eyes down your body that he finally understood why you had wanted the lights either off or dimmed. Your light brown trench coat illuminated in the soft light, your smooth legs on full display. You turned around closing the doors before slowly making your way to Erling.

You strutted towards him, your heels clicking with every step. Erling wasted no time, bringing your lips to his in a heated kiss. You pulled away breathless trying to focus on your plan for him. "Take off your clothes and sit on the bed" you demanded, taking his chin in your hands. You watched as Erling stripped himself into his boxers, his large body in view. Every curve of his abs and v-line was torture, your mind running wild with thoughts of running your tongue down every muscle. When Erling had sat down you decided it was finally time to put on your show. He watched from the top of the bed, leaning against the headboard. You removed your heels, letting them fall softly on the floor as you moved your focus to removing your trench coat.

You started to undo the buttons as Erling watched closely, studying the way each piece of your lingerie started to show. His breathing was starting to become heavy as you worked seductively. Erling felt the heat rushing to his erected cock, the tent in his boxers becoming more evident as he watched you in your black lingerie set. "So fucking sexy, all for me baby?" He questioned coyly. "Mhm, but you'll have to be the one to take it off" you said, climbing onto the bed into his lap. "Don't mind that at all" he smirked before capturing your lips. Your bodies moved in sync, touching each other everywhere as neediness seeped into your thoughts.

Your body was taken over by lust and the incredible sensation of his soft lips moving with yours once again. The kiss was hot and intense. Both of your tongues fought for control as your bodies drew closer to one another. Erling snuck his tongue back into your mouth as you did and took control, gently biting your bottom lip as he pulled away. Your heartbeat stimulated as the intensity of want hurried through your body.

His hands roamed your body, slowly slipping off your lingerie set. Send chills up your body as heat travelled to your core. "Fuck," you moaned against his lips, as his finger ghosted over your aching pussy.

Erling's actions were the only things on your mind at the moment. His toned body, big hands, extraordinary blue eyes, and lewd manner in which he dipped his finger into your pussy, which made you moan at the sudden contact. He didn't stop, he pushed one more finger in twisting them and stroking you, rapidly. As his skillful fingers dug deeper into your core and his lips touched your pulse point, you started to feel dizzy.

"Erling," you cried, your body shivering with expectation. You put your hands on his head, pushing him closer to where you really wanted him. Before placing his tongue on your pussy, he gave you a wickedly self-congratulatory grin as you foolishly glanced down. The prompt joy of feeling him swipe his warm tongue up your cunt made you forget all about your plans to be in control.

On your throbbing clit, every lick, suck, and flick of his tongue was perfectly placed. You were moaning softly as your hands tangled deeper into his blonde locs still kept up. He didn't stop, pushing his face deeper into your pussy as you came on his face. Recovery from your first orgasm was short, wasting no time with Erling as these moments were precious. You turned around, bringing your bodies to their previous position leaning down to kiss him and grind against him, relieving the pressure on your throbbing pussy. Not many words were spoken as you grabbed Erling out his boxers, discarding of them.

Erling was thick and heavy in your hand, pulsing and dripping with pre cum as you swiped a finger across the tip before sinking down onto his cock. He initially let you ride him as you adjusted to the pressure, but as soon as your pace picked up, he grabbed your hips and fucked into you, causing you to stumble on top of him. You grabbed his chest and scratched it red, doing anything to try to control yourself as you fell into another orgasm.

As you dug your nails back into his chest, cumming once more, more explicit words spewed out of your mouth. Before turning you around to lie under him, Erling briefly let go of your hips. Erling pushed your thighs open and played with your nipples while pressing his cock against your drenched pussy, indicating that he was still ruining you. He pulled your breast out of his mouth, speaking soft words. "So beautiful like this." He slipped his cock as far as possible at his words, leaving you unfit to answer. After that, he rough-fucked you into the sheets, leaving you gasping for air by the time your third orgasm and finally his arrived.

Erling waited for your nod of approval before letting go inside of you, costing your walls with thick layers of his cum. He filled you completely. When he pulled out, you were completely worn out and closed your eyes as Erling spoke to you in a whisper. Reassuring you that this had been one of the best rounds of sex you'd had. You could only smile, bringing your body to lie on top of his, listening to his racing heart beat. Speaking soft word of "I love you" as you let him wrap his arms around your body, keeping him close.

[wheels-of-despair]

Always Worth It | Ralph Penbury x You | Series Masterlist

I Ralph You Summary: Ralph learns a hip new word he's not too fond of. His lovely wife must act fast and help him un-learn it. Words: 800ish

It was a peaceful night.

There was a slight nip in the air on your evening walk, which made the hot tea and cakes waiting for you upon your return even better. You and Ralph enjoyed your refreshments, then decided that a warm bath would be the perfect end to a perfect autumn day.

After your bath - together, of course, to save both time and water - you'd dried off and put on clean pajamas. The pair of you raced to the library, eager to read another chapter in a novel you'd purchased the week before. It was tempting to keep going each night, but you forced yourselves to take it slow and discuss each chapter together.

You're not sure which one of you enjoyed this more.

Ralph had fascinating insights on absolutely everything, and even after almost a year together, he still couldn't get over the fact that someone wanted to hear them. You could listen to him read a telephone directory, to be honest, but that would be a tragic waste of his creative mind. Your husband was brilliant, and one day, you hoped he'd grow confident enough to acknowledge it.

Which brings us back to that perfect autumn evening; it was peaceful and cozy and full of warm snuggles with the person you loved most in your lovely London home.

Until the telephone rang.

Ralph marked his place in the book he'd been reading aloud - you alternated chapters each night - and handed it to you. He sighed, removed the blanket you'd been sharing from his lap, and reluctantly trudged toward the telephone.

"Hello?"

"RALPH? CAN YOU HEAR ME?" Ralph scrunched up his nose and held the earpiece at a distance. "IT'S VICTORIA! I'M AT A PARTY IN MANCHESTER!"

You could hear every word from your place by the fire, and the party going on in the background as well. You folded your arms on the back of the sofa and rested your chin on them, looking to your husband in amusement.

"Yes, Victoria, I can hear you," he said into the mouthpiece.

"I'VE JUST HEARD THE MOST FABULOUS NEW WORD, AND I HAD TO TELL YOU IMMEDIATELY!"

"What is it, Victoria?" he sighs, giving you a tired look.

"MINNIE SAID HER BOY TOY RALPHED IN THE SHRUBS BECAUSE HE'D HAD TOO MUCH GIGGLE WATER! ISN'T THAT HILARIOUS?"

Ralph furrowed his brow and stared at the telephone in concentration. "She said what?"

"HE RALPHED! IT'S A JAZZY NEW TERM FOR UPCHUCKING! SPEWING! VOMITING! ISN'T THAT HILARIOUS? RALPHING!"

Victoria's shrill laugh filled the room, sending a chill up your spine and ruining the warm and cozy atmosphere. Ralph's face fell.

"Yes, Victoria," he droned.

"DON'T SOUND SO GRUMMY, RALPH!" The people in the background began to cheer, and you could almost see Victoria losing interest in her telephone call. "MUST DASH, IT'S TIME TO GET ZOZZLED! TA-TA!"

The line goes silent, and Ralph hangs up. He turns to you with a look of defeat, and slowly returns to the sofa. He collapses onto the cushions with a sigh, leaning back against the arm to face you. The expression on his face makes your heart sink.

You're going to get Victoria for this.

You place the book on a side table and wiggle your way to him. He holds out an arm, and you slide under it, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

"Do you ever get the sneaking suspicion that perhaps she's making up all of these ridiculous words as she goes? I bet she'll forget half of the nonsense she spouted tonight by tomorrow morning."

Ralph sighs.

"I think we should make up our own words."

You wait a beat, to see if he takes the bait.

"Like what?"

You smile and raise your head to look into his beautiful, wounded eyes. You hate that he still lets Victoria get to him. Luckily, it doesn't take much to fix him, and you plan on always being here to do it.

"I think we'll start by reclaiming Ralph. Do you want to know what Ralph means to me?"

He nods, his big brown eyes shifting from gloomy to curious.

"It now means to love entirely, with one's whole heart and soul."

Ralph smiles the tiniest of smiles.

"Do you approve of this change, Mr. Penbury?"

He thinks for a moment. You can see his spirits rise as his smile widens. "Absolutely," he finally says with a toothy grin.

You go in for a soft, sweet kiss.

"I Ralph you," you whisper against his lips.

Ralph freezes for a moment, and then bursts into a fit of giggles. Your heart soars at the sound and the feeling of his body shaking, and you begin peppering kisses all over his face between words and giggles of your own. "I Ralph you. I Ralph you. I really, really Ralph you."

[undressmewithyoureyes]

LET THERE BE LIGHT - FIFTY ONE

**Harleys POV**

Ghost wasted no time wanting to tie the knot. A few days after I was discharged from the hospital, I came back to base to it set up with white tapestries and white tablecloths covering the cafeteria tables. It wasn’t an extravagant wedding, but it was perfect for us. It was…home. Soap had picked out the outfit that Tommy wore going home and also his little onesie that looked like a tux. Soap was the best Godfather and 141 as well as Los Vaqueros were the best village we could have ever asked for.

Price married us and for the first time in a long time, I felt at peace. My head was calm with no storm brewing. Tommy was the most perfect surprise that has ever happened to me and Ghost is the best father. He so gentle and caring with him, it’s almost surrreal. Alejandro and Rudy made sure to have a feast for us to celebrate for our wedding. I had never seen so much food in my life, but from what Alejandro told me, that’s how they do it in Las Alma’s.

“Mrs. Riley,” I hear his voice call out to me.

I spin around and give a flirtatious look at my…husband, “Yes sir, Mr. Riley?”

“Mmmm, I do like that,” he tells me as his arms wrap around my waist. I was leaning over the crib watching our perfect son sleep away.

I turn around to face Ghost, “Do you now?” I flirt back with my eyebrow cocked.

His grip around me tight, “Yes ma’am.” He leans down close to my ear, “I have something for you.”

As long as Ghost and I have been together, my body still isn’t ready for his touch or his deep voice and I hope it never will be. I love the way he makes me feel and I love the chills he runs down my spine. “Oh really? Dare I ask?”

“Close your eyes,” he demands.

I do as I’m told and close my eyes. I frown when I feel his touch remove from me, but my ears perk when I hear his footsteps walking away from me. One things for certain, take away one of your senses, the other ones will heighten. I could hear the drawer to the bedside table open and then shut soon after. His footsteps walk back towards me and before he was standing directly in front of me, I could feel him.

“Hold your hand out,” Ghost says softly.

I reach my hand out, palm up. He places something small in my hand. Cold and metal. “Open your eyes.”

I open my eyes and a gold shiny key rests in my hand. I furrow my brows in confusion still looking at the key before diverting my eyes to his, “I-I…”

“It’s to our house,” he says before I could get the words out.

“…Our house? You bought us a house?” I say to him as tears form in my eyes.

“I did. Right after you told me you’d marry me, I went and bought one,” he says to me as my eyes get lost into his amber ones.

“Simon, I-I don’t know what to say.” I mean what could I say? I was absolutely speechless.

“Say you’ll be mine forever”, he says to me as he pulls me closer to him.

“I already did…when I married you, remember,” I say as I let out a chuckle.

“Oh I’m aware Mrs. Riley. It never gets old.” He was right. I still get butterflies when I hear my last name, our last name come out of his mouth. I knew there was something there the first time I woke up and my head was resting on his chest. When he held me after he secretly listen to me play the piano. When he surprised me in Paris. When he never gave up on me when everyone else did.

“What about Soap?” I ask.

“You know Johnny is coming with us,” Ghost replies with a chuckle.

My arms wrapped around Ghost as my head nestled against his firm chest. It didn’t matter where we lived. He was home. “So where is this mystery house?” I ask - my voice muffled from my face resting against his chest.

“Manchester,” he replies.

“Manchester, UK?” I asked confused removing my head from his chest. He nods. “I thought you never wanted to go back there?”

He brings his hand up and cups the side of my face, “Harley, if there is anything that you have taught me, it’s that I can overcome anything. I didn’t think I would be a good father because I didn’t want to turn out like my own, but here I am loving every second of it. Not being able to find you for all those months and then losing you in the hospital, it really brought something out in me,” he pauses. “And I know we can both overcome anything together.” He stops and looks over my shoulder and into the crib at Tommy. “And I fear anyone or anything that try’s to hurt him.”

I slowly turn around to look at our precious baby boy. Ghost was right. We were killers naturally and would do it without thinking twice, but when it came to our son, we would burn the world down.

A knock at the door pulled my attention from Tommy. Ghost walks over to the door and opens it. Alejandro.

“Amigo’s, it’s been an honor working beside you both,” he says as he shakes Ghost’s hand and then walking over to me.

“Alejandro, we can’t thank you enough for everything you and your base has done for us,” I say back as he hugs me tightly.

“Senorita, please. It’s the least we could do. 141 is family to us,” Alejandro says as he places his hand over where his heart is. “You are always welcome here,” he pauses. “And please, don’t be a stranger.”

“We wont, I promise,” I tell him as he holds both of my shoulders. Alejandro and Rudy have been nothing but kind and treated us as one of their own. They helped with my rescue and they helped house us. If anything, we owe them.

“Harley, our plane will be here in about an hour,” Ghost says to me. I give a soft smile to Alejandro and start packing our bags to head home. Price called in a private jet so we could be more comfortable on the flight, especially for Tommy. Ghost helped me pack as Tommy slept away in the crib. It didn’t take long to pack our few things, and we took the rest of the time telling everyone goodbye.

The hour went by with what felt like a matter of minutes and before we knew it, Ghost, Soap, Tommy and I were thousands of feet in the sky heading to our new home.

“You know this isn’t it,” Soap says to both Ghost and I.

I look at Soap confused as I held Tommy in my arms. It must be nice to be a newborn. You get held all the time and sleep all day. “What are you talking about Johnny?” I ask.

“As in the ‘normal’ life,” he says air quoting ‘normal’.

Ghost chuckles as he fixes him a glass of bourbon and Soap a glass of scotch, “Were not retiring Johnny.”

“Plus, Michael and Graves are still out there. Has anyone heard anything on that?” I ask to them.

Soap shakes his head, “They’re both off the radar. If you ask me, it doesn’t really make sense.”

Ghost throw is head back as the caramel color liquid disappears, “Maybe they killed each other and did the work for us.”

I raise my eyebrows and cock my head giving the ‘that’s an option’ response. “So do you think they are in hiding or blending?”

“Either or,” Ghost replies to me. “The smartest option would be a bullet to the face. I’d take that over what we are going to do to them when we find them.” His voice deep and sultry.

God, I loved when he got riled up or talking about something that pissed him off. His voice became deeper and filled with rage. “I’ll drink to that LT,” Soap says as he raises his glass.

“I hope I’m the one that finds them. Especially Michael,” I say through gritted teeth. The things I plan on doing to that worthless piece of shit is going to be so inhumane that its going to make even the most sadistic people flinch. Michael was mine. End of story and if by some means someone took him out before I could, then they owed me their soul.

(Six Months Later)

Snow covered the windowsills and rooftops in Manchester. Houses were decorated with lights and Christmas trees were places in front of windows. The air was light and crisp as Christmas music played inside the three story house. Ghost went all out when buying your forever home. The house was perfect and there wasn’t a room in the house that hadn’t been ‘broken in’ yet.

I sat on the couch as the doorbell rang through out the house. “I’ll get it!” Soap yells from the kitchen. The house was an open concept, but the giant living room was a huge sunken living room with five stairs leading to the kitchen. Twenty foot vaulted ceilings with floor to ceiling windows with a bright red baby grand piano in the corner. It was something you would find out of a magazine, and you fell in love with it everyday.

“Soap who is it?” I ask as I look over towards the kitchen. Soap doesn’t respond, but flashes me a shit grin. Soap had been cooking since yesterday for our Christmas dinner. I kept asking him why was he cooking so much for just the four of us and his response never changed, “For leftovers Harley.”

Ghost comes down the stairs with Tommy in his arms. Seeing him being a dad lights my heart up. He’s the best dad ever and Soap is right there with him. Tommy is so blessed and I hope he knows that. “Who’s at the door?” Ghost asks as he steps off the last step.

“I don’t know. Go ask the chef,” I say with a chuckle. I grab Tommy and bring him to the center of the living room with his toys. He’s right at six months and has almost mastered the art of crawling.

“Johnny!” Ghost calls out. No answer. I look over at Ghost and he looks back at me. It was times like this that made my anxiety go up because we still had yet to hear anything on Michael or Graves.

“Johnny!” Ghost calls out again. This time he takes a step towards the kitchen and then stops when we hear the door close and multiple sets of footsteps inside. I stand up and stand in front of Tommy and reach behind my back where my pistol rests - Ghost does the same.

We hear the footsteps slowly make their way towards the kitchen. “SURPRISE!” The five people scream as they jump around the corner. Ghost and I quickly pull our pistols and aim it at them before quickly retreating our weapons back into their holsters.

“Talk about the bloodshed of Christ on Christmas,” Soap says as he walks around them.

“Not funny amigo,” Alejandro retorts back.

Price, Gaz, Laswell, Rudy and Alejandro stand in our kitchen on Christmas morning with smiles on their faces. Tears fill my eyes as the overwhelming feeling invades my body. This was the best Christmas ever.

“The place is beautiful,” Laswell says to me. She walks over to where Tommy and I are and takes a seat on the couch.

“Thank you,” I say to her. “Everyone, come in here,” I say to them.

“Everything is in the oven. It will be a few hours before it’s ready,” Soap says to all of us. “Anyone want anything to drink?”

We all nod and Soap brings all of us glasses and brings the ‘whiskey cart’ as we call it over to us. It’s a cart that is filled with all sorts of wines and liquor - cause you never know when you might want to transport a drink.

Everyone fixes them a drink and then takes a seat. “It’s so good to see all of you,” I say looking around the room.

“It’s good to see you all of you too,” Price says to us. “We almost had to block Soaps number. He kept asking us multiple times a day if we were going to make it.”

“Well excuse me for caring,” Soap bites back playfully.

“And look at how big Simon Jr has gotten,” Gaz says with a smile. Ghost couldn’t deny his son. Not only did he have his daddy’s temper, but he was the spitting image of him.

I sat back against the couch as I let the guys and Laswell talk amongst themselves. Soap eventually got up and headed back into the kitchen to check on the food. I got up shortly after to follow.

“I really do appreciate this Johnny. It means more to me than you know,” I tell him. “And I know it means a lot to Simon,” I say as I look back out to everyone.

Soap walks over to me and wraps his arms around my waist, “Anything for you Lass,” he says as he removes his hands from my waist and cups my face before kissing my lips.

“Get a room!” Rudy yells from the living room. All eyes were on us and honestly, I think this was the first time they had seen Soap and I kiss.

“Pick one,” I joke back as everyone laughs. Soap turns back around to finish taking the food out of the oven and I just stare out at the living room. This was perfect. If someone would have told me over a year ago that I would be joining The 141, I would have laughed, but it was honestly the best decision ever - even if it was forced at first.

141 was family. My family and it warms my heart with how welcoming they are and always have been - even when I tried to push them away. Ghost, Soap and I have the best support system and the most reliable people we can count on - that Tommy can also count on.

Ghost gets up from the couch and walks over to me, “Merry Christmas baby,” he says as he places a kiss on my cheek.

“Merry Christmas Mr. Riley,” I say back with a seductive grin.

I go to tease him more, but Prices phone ringing interrupts my thoughts. In our line of work, our phones didn’t ring much unless there was a contract - and our phones never rang on the Holidays unless it was really important.

I watch Prices head move up and down as he talked to whoever was on the other line. After a few minutes, he hangs the phone up and gets off the couch. “We have a hit on Michael,” he announces.

I stand straight as a chill runs down my spine, but it was quickly replaced with this bright fire that I refused to let die off. I said Michael would suffer at my hand and I meant it. I don’t care how many miles I have to run or how many oceans I have to swim through, Michael Gravely will die at my hand.

“Harley, you okay?” Price asks and all eyes turn towards me.

“I’ve never been better,” I say as a sadistic grin forms on my face. “Where is he?” I needed to know because I was coming for him and bringing a wrath with me. My life has always been surrounded by darkness and Michael brought the most with him and if there anything that I learned along the way, is you can’t have darkness if you let there be light.

[theuniversitychallengereview]

Some Good Old Fashioned Number Crunching

Winningest

Imperial and Manchester are the two winningest institutions in University Challenge history.

Whenever I have used 'winningest' in the past I have always done so with an air of the tongue-in-cheek. With the assumption that it wasn't actually a real word, and that it was just something American sports commentators said. But it has just occurred to me that not everyone reading this will be consumers of American sports commentary, so to those people it may be coming across as bizarre at best, or just downright wrong.

However, in the manner of fleek, skibidi toilet and bae, it has entered the conventional and agreed upon lexicon. Language is constantly evolving, and as demonstrated by the wave of ever-cringier TikToks/adverts doing the rounds on Twitter this week, new terms are constantly being coined.

But back to Manchester and Imperial.

Let's Crunch Some Numbers

I have finally managed to do some data analysis. This is something I've been saying I was going to do for years, but I've never done it.

Until now.

I thought I'd need to write some proper code for it and (not knowing how to write proper code) have been put off.

What I was forgetting is that most of the time a Pivot table will do.

Pivot tables - the saviour of many a work-spreadsheet (and of my iTunes most played artists data, as I discussed in this month's Patreon post) - have come up clutch once again. (Coming up clutch is another American sports-ism, incidentally).

So I have crunched some numbers on these most winningest of teams, and can share some with you below.

Appearance Data

4-time winners Magdalen are the most appearingest (okay, this one isn't a real word) Oxbridge college with 1 more appearance than Trinity, Cambridge (themselves 3-time winners).

I initially had Durham 4th, but at the last minute I spotted an oversight - 11 of their appearances had been logged as "Uni of Durham" rather than "Durham Uni". It is very possible that there are more errors like that in the data, so if you spot any mistakes please let me know.

But how many points have each of these institutions scored, I hear you ask. I hear you clamouring for that information, actually - and here it is.

So far we have done some counting (to get the number of appearances), and some adding (to get the sum of the points), but we haven't done any real number crunching, which is what I promised.

I have removed institutions with fewer than 10 episodes, because thats the kind of thing you do when you are crunching numbers. I will also note that although some of the teams look like they have the same points per game, when you go to multiple decimal places the order is correct. I could have made this more obvious by adding the decimal places to the table, but I think that would have made it a bit busy.

I don't want to waste all my stats ammo on one post, so let's move onto the episode - could Imperial start closing the appearance gap on Manchester?

If you want to watch the episode beforereading the rest of the post you can do so here.

Here's your first starter for ten.

Sutherland is first out of the gate for Manchester, but unfortunately her guess of moth is wrong. I had guessed butterfly, so was thinking for a second that she may have been quite unlucky, but Spry buzzes correctly with armadillo so she (and I) can't feel too hard done by.

A full set of bonuses on maritime republics (called thalassocracies), which are not to be confused with hydraulic empires (which is a civilisation ruled by a monopoly on the water supply, like in Mad Max: Fury Road), gives Imperial (another word relating to empires) a 30-point lead. This quickly becomes 55 thanks to Salamanca Camacho and a hat-trick on mythology.

Spry buzzes on the next starter and pulls a face like he thinks he's screwed up, but his guess of Kissinger is correct, and it is allowed by Rajan who lightly scolds him for the slight delay in answering. They finally drop a bonus, giving Versailles instead of Paris, and Easow follows this up by dragging Manchester out of the negatives with theravada.

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Could this be the turning point in the match?

Spoiler - it was not.

Manchester lost another five points thanks to a precocious buzz, and Elkouby picked it up to reaffirm Imperial's control. Spry's third put the London side into three figures, and they continued their charge from there.

Imperial are looking ominous at this point, which is perhaps unsurprising given their recent pedigree in this competition. Because while they have only won one more title than Manchester, three of their five wins have come in the past five years, while Manchester haven't won for eleven years. And indeed Manchester's semi-final appearance last year was their first at that stage since their 2013 victory.

Which makes Manchester the fallen giant of University Challenge, with Imperial rising to challenge their dynastic run from 2006 to 2013 in which they never failed to make it to at least the semi-finals.

No Mercy

Going into the music round, Imperial hold a lead of 140 points. Manchester's only hope is to squeeze their way into a high-scoring loser spot, but that would be possible only with the help of Imperial, who show no signs of letting up. Spry turns to Salamanca Camacho, clearly the classical music expert of the team, and he buzzes confidently with Rhapsody in Blue to take the starter.

The man from Madrid brings up Imperial's double-century, before Easow wakes Manchester from their slumber with Walt Whitman. It was going to take a huge effort to even break into triple figures from here, but Crossley wasn't going to give up with out a fight, taking their second consecutive starter with Congo.

Imperial 310 - 75 Manchester

Its early, but Imperial look like one of the teams to beat again this year (along with their fellow 300-ers Bristol). Manchester can count themselves unlucky to have come up against such a juggernaut. At the very least they managed to add one more appearance to their existing record, which Imperial are coming for.

Join me next week for Reading (19 apps) vs Exeter (24 apps), and subscribe if you haven't already for more excellent data analysis.

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HOW TO DISPOSE OF ASBESTOS, A COMPREHENSIVE GUIDE ON SAFE ASBESTOS DISPOSAL

As a building material, asbestos finds its use for numerous purposes. Asbestos is essential for roofing shingles, ceilings, floor tiles, paper products, and construction products. In addition to building materials, asbestos is an ingredient in products subject to friction, like automobile parts, heat-resistant fabrics, packaging, gaskets, and coatings.

However, asbestor is a hazardous material that requires careful handling and disposal after its end of life. Ailments like asbestosis or fibrosis of lungs, lung cancer, mesothelioma, larynx and ovarian cancer happen from prolonged exposure to asbestos.

Therefore, it is crucial to dispose of asbestos with utmost care and responsibility. The following protocols can help you safely dispose of your asbestos waste.

Vacuum Extraction Process

The most vital aspect of asbestos clearance is avoiding the potential release of any fibres to the surrounding atmosphere. A particular type of vacuum extraction process designated as Class H is appropriate for asbestos disposal. This extraction ensures the safe removal of asbestos without the risk of any fibre breakage.

Relocating Residents to a Safe Place

Any occupied building needs coordinated and safe evacuation before beginning the disposal process. Evacuating residents diminishes the risk of asbestos exposure in case of fibre breakage. As an additional measure, the specific building is hermetically sealed off to prevent fibre propagation from the safety perimeter.

Transporting Asbestos to the Tip

This alternative is a lot more complicated than it sounds. Due to the risk of fibre breakage involved, it is not recommendable to transport your asbestos for disposal on your own. If you are still inclined to make the clearance on your own, ensure that you are equipped for transport to the tip. Make sure to transport asbestos in a suitable vehicle and wear a PPE during the disposal. Moreover, not every tip accepts asbestos wastes, and you must confirm that before your trip.

Council Asbestos Removal

Some city councils organize asbestos collection for disposal in a scheduled manner. They have a limit to the free collection quantity exceeding, which attracts additional charges. Councils also require you to wrap your asbestos waste into heavy-duty bags or sheets securely. You have to affix a label saying “WARNING – CONTAINS ASBESTOS – DO NOT INHALE DUST” on the wraps.

Toxic wastes like asbestos require safe and effective disposal. Professional waste clearance services have the skillset and expertise to handle hazardous materials. They adhere to all safety protocols and standard prctices that guarantee a safe clearance.

Cleared 4 U waste management offers asbestos clearance service in Manchester with all safety protocols in place. Their crew specialize in a variety of rubbish removal and their reviews speak for themselves. So, if you are need of asbestos clearance, reach out to Cleared 4 U. 

[mividainner]

What You Need to Know About Colonic Irrigation Manchester?

Manchester, like other cities, has adopted colonic irrigation, or colonic cleansing. This treatment gently infuses water into the colon to remove waste and poisons. Colonic irrigation, a complementary therapy for digestive health and well-being, is popular in Manchester's health and wellness sector. Read the complete blog:  Colonic Irrigation in Manchester

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Heating your home this autumn: Top tips that save you money

As the days grow shorter and the temperature drops, it's time to prepare your home for the upcoming colder months. Ensuring your home is snug and cosy while being mindful of energy costs can help you enjoy the colder seasons without worrying about high bills. Here are some tips to get your home ready for winter:

1. Book a Boiler Checkup: Before the cold weather sets in, it's wise to schedule a boiler checkup. A certified technician can ensure your heating system is in good working condition, identify potential issues, and perform necessary maintenance. This not only improves efficiency but also extends your system's lifespan, saving you money in the long run.

2. Optimize Radiator Heating: Avoid blocking radiators as much as possible. Consider rearranging your furniture to allow for efficient heat distribution. Regularly bleed your radiators to remove trapped air, ensuring they operate at their best.

3. Get a Smart Thermostat: Invest in a smart thermostat to control your heating remotely and adjust it based on your preferences. Smart thermostats can help you heat your home efficiently, reducing energy waste.

4. Zone Heating: Only heat the rooms you need. Use portable heaters or adjustable radiator valves to focus warmth where it's necessary, while keeping unused areas cooler.

5. Insulate Your Home: Proper insulation is essential for maintaining a comfortable indoor temperature and reducing heating costs. Check for gaps and drafts around windows and doors, and seal them. Consider adding extra insulation to your attic and walls for improved heat retention.

6. Dress Your Windows: Invest in new curtains to freshen up your rooms or keep your existing ones closed during evenings and nights to reduce heat loss. During sunny days, open the curtains to allow natural sunlight to warm your rooms and save energy.

7. Consider Solar Panels: Solar panels have become more affordable and may pay for themselves over time. Some energy suppliers offer financing options for solar panels, and you may even have the opportunity to sell excess electricity back to your local supplier.

8. Explore Heat Pumps: Heat pumps and other renewable technologies can provide efficient and environmentally friendly heating solutions. They may be a cost-effective and sustainable choice that adds value to your home.

Preparing your home for the winter season keeps you warm and cozy and helps reduce energy costs. For those seeking professional assistance in real estate matters, including properties for sale in Manchester, reach out to estate agents in Manchester. Our Manchester estate agents are here to guide you through your property needs, ensuring a warm and welcoming place to call home during the colder months.

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