#I'm coming home Newcastle
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As Red As My Stockings
Trent Alexander Arnold x Physio!Fem!Reader
Warnings: takes place in the '23 season (after the newcastle match but imagine it to be in November or something so it fits the timeline lmao), andy and ibou are so annoying towards trent, virg is over them, probably incorrect physio treatments, one teeny tiny hint to medical role play for like 0.2 seconds, penetrative sex (p in v), creampie, trent is sooooo !!
Word Count: 2,519
Author's Note: our vice captain >>> anyways, this one was a bit random. hope y'all enjoy it :))
merry smutmas series
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Trent’s crush on the pretty physio is well known amongst the players. They make sure to help him fulfill one last Christmas wish before you all head home for the holidays.
Liverpool FC had been your home for the last few years and in your time there, quite a few players had come and gone through your room. All of them were wonderful and talented and charming in their own ways but no one beat the boys you had now.
If you could give them a middle name, it'd be troublesome.
It's Tuesday morning and the boys were returning for training. Liverpool had played Newcastle on Sunday, leaving the boys with another 2 points added onto the board but were left without their captain after a red card.
Currently, their captain was laid on the bench in your physio room, the rest of the boys scattered through the training room - you can see and hear their noise through the glass panels that separated the two rooms.
"I don't even know how I did it," Virgil tells you, watching as you massaged the spot before he could join the rest of the boys.
"I'm sure you must have over worked it during your shouting match with the ref," you glanced up at the man, there's a smile on his face even though he's rolling his eyes.
Before you finish with the captain, the door to the physio room swings open. The younger players had a habit of hiding in there to avoid training, especially when they knew Virgil wasn't in.
In comes Andy with his arm over Trent, squeezing the vice captain in a headlock. Ibou comes running in after them.
They weren't aware that their captain was currently in there with you.
"Oh hey skip," Andy shouts to his friend, struggling to hold Trent in place. The man struggles, pushing Andy away from him when he realizes Virgil was in there. Ibou blocks the doorway, stopping Trent from passing.
You were taping Virgil's knee, smoothing the tape as he looked over at the three of them. "Why are you in here? Don't bother y/n, she's working unlike some people," he shoots them a glare, making you laugh.
"All done, big man." You step back, picking up the roll of tape. You look over in the direction of the other players in the room. "What can I help y'all with?"
Andy says, "Trent strained something in his thigh." Trent was glaring at Andy; if looks could kill.
You nod towards the empty chair, putting away the stuff you used on Virgil before turning back to him. "Need anything else?"
"No," Virgil shook his head, still laying on the bench as he scrolled through his phone. "I'll head out in a few."
"Okay," you smiled, walking over to where Trent now begrudgingly sat. Ibou was snickering in the corner of the room, leaning on the wall by the door.
"Ibrahima," you called, the man freezes at the use of his full name. "Do you need something ?"
"Just water," he says, rushing off to the fridge to grab a bottle.
Andy's got a hand over his mouth, covering his giggles. "Don't start before I kick you out too, Andrew." You look over at him and he presses his lips together, sliding his fingers across it and turning it; locking it up so he doesn't make noise.
Trent sat quietly, so still that you almost missed his chest raising and falling with each breath.
"Which one?" you asked, crouching in front of him. His brows furrow, looking at you confused. "Which leg?" You clarified and he raised his left leg slightly.
You nod, "can you pull your shorts up a bit?"
Ibou and Andy were giggling behind you and you can't help but look over at him, the two of them shutting up, or at least attempting to.
Turning your attention back to Trent, you touch his thigh carefully, working your fingers over the muscle and the man groans. You glance up at him, "there?"
"Your hand's cold," he says and you move your hand away. "Sorry," you say, rubbing your hands together to try and warm them up.
You put your hand back carefully, not wanting to freeze him again but when he doesn't complain, you find yourself moving your hand along his thigh to find the strain. Your fingers were soft against his skin, Trent was thinking of what other injuries he could fake to come in and see you, to have you feel him up.
"Trent?" You called, pulling him from his thoughts, "where exactly is the strain? I can't feel anything."
His cheeks are red, he's been caught. "Uh-"
"Look!" Andy's hunched over laughing and Ibou's leant back laughing right beside him. "His face is red!"
"Shut up!" Trent grumbles, looking away from you and you bite back a smile before Virgil speaks, standing up. "Yeah, both of you shut up and go back to training," he tells him, shooing them from the room.
He smiles at you, nodding as he ushers a laughing Andy and Ibou out of the room. You turn your attention back to the vice captain. "So the strain?"
"I mean.." he starts and you hum, waiting for him to go on as you stand back up. "It was more of a tweak than a strain. "
"Of course," you nod, knowing he was bullshitting you.
This wasn't the first time he had landed himself in your physio room with some non-existent injury. Trent thought you didn't know about his crush on you but you did; if the players did one thing when they came in, it was gossip - especially amongst themselves when they think you aren't paying any attention to them.
You reach for his shorts, pulling them back into place. "Well if this tweak comes back, come see me. I'll treat it." You tell him, a smile on your face.
Trent stands, nodding. "Thanks, y/n."
"Anytime, Trent."
He was off to training once again but you called for him, stopping him in his tracks. "Next time you wanna see me, just come by. No need to bring the whole squad with you." You give him a look, the man's face red as he nods, walking out of the room.
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The afternoon rolled into the evening, the boys finished up their training and whoever needed to be checked out stopped by but for the most part, the place was empty.
You had stayed back after the rest of the staff had left, putting up some decorations for the holidays. You're up on the chair, taping the garland to the wall when someone knocks on the door.
"Hey," Trent calls, stepping into the room before shutting the door behind him. You smiled at him, getting off of the chair. "Hey Trent, you okay?"
"Yeah," he nods, walking over to the bench furthest from the door. You did a few things, putting away the tape and the scissors. "What are you doing here so late?" He asks, leaning on the bench.
"Putting up decorations," you tell him, back turned to him as you shoved the leftover decorations into the bottom cupboard. "What are you doing here? Is everything okay?"
He shrugs, his fingers fiddling with the hem of his shorts. "I uh.. well there's a pain in my thigh and it won't go away."
"What happened?" You walk over to the man, "I can take a look if you want."
"Yeah, could you?" He says, watching as you crouch down in front of him. Trent can't stop himself, all the filthy thoughts flooding his mind. "Where's the pain?" You asked, glancing up at him through your lashes and he inhales, trying to control himself - the thought was there, he just had to make it happen, that's if you wanted to.
"Upper thigh," he whispers and you nod, rubbing your hands together which makes him smile, reminding him of earlier that day. "You're gonna have to pull your shorts up, Trent."
He nods, pulling the left side up and bunching it by the top of his thigh as you slowly start feeling over the area. Your fingers were soft but firm, his head tipped back and lips pressed together as you moved your hand a bit closer to the top of his thigh.
"Where exactly is this pain?" You look up at him, brows furrowed. Trent looks down at you, tongue passing over his bottom lip. "A little higher," he whispers and you finally get what he meant.
"Oh," you nod, moving your hand up further until it was near his cock. Trent glances down at you, watching as your hand rubs over the bulge in his pants. "There?" you asked quietly and he bites back a smile, nodding.
"Now why didn't you just say that from the beginning, Trent?"
"You're the physio, y/n. I knew you'd figure it out," he smiles when you stand. You hum, nodding. "So tell me," your hand still rubbing over him, Trent glances between the two of you. "What do you think is the appropriate treatment for this?"
"Whatever you think would fix it, hm? You're the professional."
You move, about to lower yourself onto your knees again but Trent stops you. "As much as I'd love to see you on your knees for me.. fuck, I can't wait."
"Wait for ?" You teased, letting him move you around. He rolls his eyes, bending you over the bench. "Okay then, don't answer me." You mumbled, fully well knowing what he meant.
Trent pulls on your pants, pulling them down, You can feel him shuffling behind you, his own pants tugged down just enough. The tip of his cock presses against you when he leans over, his hand on your hip.
"Can I?" He asks, his hips jutting forward just a bit. You hum, nodding but Trent doesn't move, "I need words, y/n. C'mon love."
"Fuck- please, Trent."
Your arms are propped on the bench, holding you up. Trent's hand slips between your thighs, fingers brushing over your panties and your head drops forward.
Panties pushed to the side and he didn't have to hear anything else, lining himself up with you before his hips dig into you. He gives you a second to adjust him before moving.
He smiles at the way your face twists in pleasure. “God, you're so pretty," he sighs, pushing your shirt up a bit as his hips dug into your ass.
Trent's hips dig into your ass, your hips are surely going to have a bruise tomorrow morning.
When you feel the tip of his cock press against a certain spot, your head falls forwards, his name falling from your lips. "Just like that," you mumbled, your nails digging into the leather of the bench. You could see the little half circles indents it left but you didn't care.
He can feel you clench around him when he does that, his hips ramming into you from behind again. "Like that, love?"
"Fuc- yeah." You nod, barely able to keep yourself standing let alone speak.
His hand on your hip slips down between your legs, reaching for your clit. He barely moves his fingers before your own hand reaches down to rest on his. Looking down, the outline of his hand pulls your attention, no matter how much you wanted to look away, you couldn’t bring yourself too.
He pushes you down forward the bench, you prop yourself up on your forearms once again. You can see the reflection of the two of you in the glass door across from you; Trent's behind you, a hand on your hip and the other shoved down your panties, you're a mess, begging him to keep going.
Now Trent's not the biggest guy but he was bigger than you, both height wise and he was broader than you - you'd never admit it to him but god, you thought about him often. How good it would feel to have him on top of you or for you to be on top of him, how you fantasized about how good his fingers would feel or better yet, his cock.
You didn't have to fantasize about that part anymore.
The knot in your stomach tightens, and obviously, you know the size difference exists but you’d never seen it like this. Trent towers over you and his large hand covers your hip. Your body doesn’t even block his hips from view when he fucks you.
Your eyes find his in the reflection and you don’t even have to say anything, he knows exactly what you’re saying.
Trent smiles. "It’s okay sweetheart, I know.” He whispers to you, thrusts getting sloppier by the second. The way you squeezed around him would send him over the edge just as soon as you did. "Me too," he tells you and you hum, "inside."
"Inside?" He asks, unsure if he heard you right.
"Please, Trent."
You had the man wrapped around your finger. Anything you wanted, he'd give you. All you had to do was ask.
The two of you in sync, his chest pressed to your back as you both came down from your orgasm. He rubbed your side softly before leaning down to press a kiss to your neck and pulling out slowly. He smiles to himself when he hears the whimper that slips past your lips when he pulls out.
It takes a second, the two of you slowly getting redressed. You leant on the bench behind you when you looked at Trent, his face red. "Want some water?" You asked, already walking to the fridge.
"Yeah sure. Thanks." He ties the string on his shorts, you pass him the bottle when he walks over. Trent takes a sip before he speaks. "I uh, I'd love to take you out for dinner before we head out for the holidays, y/n."
"Usually, you'd take a girl out to dinner before you fuck her like a whore, right?"
He chokes on his water, rubbing his chest. "I- yes of course."
You laugh at his reaction, wiping away the water from his bottom lip with your thumb. Trent's hand rests on your lower back, "can I take you on a date, you know a proper date?"
"Promise to do that same thing after?" You joked, nodding towards the bench. Trent laughs, nodding. "If that's what you want."
"Oh shut up, mr. I can't wait."
Trent's cheeks are red again, making you smile. Your hand rests on his cheek, reaching up to give him a kiss. "Yeah, I'll go out with you."
"Good," he smiles. There's a knock on the door before he gets a chance to speak again. "Are you guys done?!" Andy shouts from the other side of the door. "I forgot my charger in there!"
You and Trent exchange a glance, laughing as he lets you go, letting you open the door to let Andy in. The Scotsman looks between the two of you, the state of the two of you was a give away; skin all sticky, clothes wrinkled and out of place, Trent's face is red and you've got a bit of a wobble to your walk.
Andy laughs, wiggling his eyebrows. "Oh! You two soooo-"
"Don't even finish that sentence, Andrew."
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moonlight, sunrise
pairing: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader
summary: after trent's first time captaining his boyhood club, you can't help showing him your appreciation [wc: ~700]
contents: tooth rotting fluff, established relationship, captain trent ‼️, food mention, not proofread yet 🏃♀️
note: needed to write a little something for my boy <3
now playing: moonlight sunrise by twice (ready to be)
you were absolutely stoked when darwin scored a late goal for your team, winning newcastle 2-1. during all the game, your thoughts went to your boyfriend, who captained his team after van dijk got red carded. you knew how much his boyhood club meant to him and how much he adored it, so being vice captain was a huge honour. after the final whistle, you grabbed your phone to send him a quick text; "congrats on today's win my captain !! can't wait to celebrate with you tonight xx". you knew he wouldn't answer right away so you got up to prepare trent's surprise.
you put on your favourite playlist, and searched for everything you needed to make some pizzas, from the dough to the toppings, you had everything you needed. trent loved your pizzas, you weren't the best cook around but it was the one dish you could never miss.
you tried shaping the dough into little hearts, colouring them with bright red tomato sauce. your addiction to 'good pizza great pizza' helped you create the best pizza with trent's favourite toppings.
while you were finishing the last couple mini pizzas, you felt someone hug you from behind.
"they look so good, you really outdone yourself with these." you heard trent's voice in your ears.
"no ! they were supposed to be a surprise... please pretend you never saw this." you say in a disappointed tone, you must have been too distracted by your music to hear trent coming home.
"alright, alright. can i help you with the last one at least ?"
"of course not, you can't help making your own gift." you refused, but trent wouldn't take no for an answer. he placed the toppings to form a smiley face on the heart pizza. you snapped a quick picture of your masterpiece before putting it in the oven.
your boyfriend set up the table while you lit up some scented candles. these kinds of evenings were your favourites. the evenings when your boyfriend's was just yours, not the media's or the fans'. just trent, just yours.
trent was taken aback when you hugged his back, resting your head on his shoulder.
"you know i'm proud of you, right ? you did great today mister liverpool captain."
"i think you might have mentioned that a couple of times. thank you for believing in me pretty girl." he pressed a kiss on your lips before getting the pizzas out of the oven.
you ate your pizzas in front of a movie trent picked, of course, under the covers you brought to your living room, intently listing to each other's comments as silly as they might have been.
quickly enough, you fell asleep and felt trent's arms carrying you to your shared bedroom.
"where are we going ?" you asked him in a sleepy voice, even though you already knew the answer.
"to bed ratatouille."
"don't compare me to a rat." you huffed in disapproval of his newfound nickname for you.
"you're the rat that makes the best pizzas in the whole world."
you both cuddled up under your covers, and you felt tiredness get the best of you, trent must have felt it as well.
"goodnight, i love you." he said pressing a kiss on your cheek, after turning off the lights.
"i love you too, sleep well my captain."
trent's light strokes on your arm and his slow breathing lulled you to sleep swiftly. these were really your favourite nights, in the company of your favourite boy.
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Better than me (Rúben Dias x Reader)
**Back with another request. For this one, I was asked to write about Rúben feeling a little insecure and jealous too. I think it turned out quite cute so hopefully you enjoy too ❤️**
Word count: 2561
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"We're fucked!"
Rúben was in a terrible mood after the match. They won, so that was good. But Rodri, arguably their most important player, got a red card. So he was bound to miss at least the next three matches. Fantastic.
"Huh?", you asked, quickly looking up from your phone while he drove.
"The next few matches. It'd be hard to win without Rodri".
"Well, sure. But they have you so it'll be fine".
He wasn't so sure but appreciated your compliments and optimism.
Rúben hadn't been feeling very optimistic himself lately. Or great. And one of the main reasons for that was you. Not that you had done anything per se but…the insecurity he felt was mainly caused by your intelligence and your friendship with Rodri.
You had met Laura, Rodri's partner, at work. Both of you being young doctors, an instant friendship blossomed between you two. Also, you always wanted to learn to speak Spanish so having a Spanish friend was great. And Rodri became a friend quickly too so that was two Spanish friends.
It was through these friends you met Rúben. Laura thought it could be fun to introduce you to each other and play matchmaker. Both of you were grateful for that. And, of course, double dates were a constant occurrence once you and Rúben made your relationship official.
Since everyone always praised Rodri for being the humble guy who went to uni and dated a doctor, and basically not being the typical footballer, Rúben expected the same when people found out about your relationship but…the reaction was slightly different. Not that anyone saw Rúben as stupid or anything but he wasn't considered to be as smart as Rodri. Where was his uni diploma? So what he saw was many comments asking how such a smart woman could be with him. Banter mostly, but it could hurt.
"Do you need help with your wound?", you asked when you noticed you were almost back home.
Rúben had a little wound on his thigh and one of the perks of dating a doctor was that you could look after it.
"I'm good. Thanks".
"It could still get infected, you know?"
"I know. I'm not dumb".
His tone confused you. Where did that reaction come from? But he had been in a terrible mood since the match ended so you guessed it was all about that. Little did you know…
And he had reasons to worry. City were out of the Carabao Cup after losing their match against Newcastle. Rodri didn't play…but neither did Rúben. So none of them were to blame for it.
But then came the Wolves match. Rúben started that match and quickly made his mark…by scoring an own goal. You were watching the match at home and hoping he could turn it around during what was left of the match. Otherwise, he was going to blame himself for the loss. You just knew it.
“Hey”.
“Hi”, he said back, sighing and sitting down next to you.
“Want cuddles?”
“Will they make my own goal disappear?”
“I wish but they can make you feel a bit better”.
You turned the TV off and laid down so Rúben could do the same next to you and you cuddled. It felt nice after a long week at work. And it was nice for Rúben to feel loved after such a tough day.
Rúben’s phone broke the peace and he had to get up to answer it.
“It’s my parents. I’ll be right back”.
You used that time to go to the kitchen and see what you two could have for dinner. And while you were still deciding, Rúben came back from the room.
“Everything ok?”
“Yes, they just wanted to see how I was doing”.
“That’s nice”, you smiled and went back to looking at the fridge. “We don’t have much. Maybe we could order something”.
“Yeah. We’ll go to the supermarket tomorrow. That fridge looks so empty and sad”.
You chuckled. It really did. “We’ll do the shopping list later. Let’s order food now. I’m starving”.
The whole time at dinner, you tried to make Rúben feel better. He could be so dramatic after one bad match and you didn't want him to stay in that mindset for long.
"Ok, dishwasher full and ready. Should we do that shopping list now?"
"Yes!", you answered, getting your notes app ready to write down all the things you needed to get. "Let's not go crazy with the fresh food, we just need enough for you".
"What do you mean? Are you not planning on eating?"
"I won't be here to eat. Didn't you read my text?"
Rúben picked up his phone. He had ignored it after the match, except to answer his parents' call. But there it was, your text. Well, there was more than one but he knew which one you meant. The one where you said you were going to spend a few days in Madrid with Laura…and with Rodri.
You kept checking the kitchen to see what you might need and didn’t notice Rúben staring at his phone.
“I think I need shampoo. I’m going to check”.
He then looked up to see you going to the bathroom and sighed. “I hate this”.
But the next morning, he drove both of you to the supermarket to do the weekly shop. And every time you mentioned picking up something for the trip, he wanted to scream.
“Do you think I need a plug for my chargers? Spanish plugs are different to ours. Or will Laura have enough for all of us? Maybe I should call her”.
“I’m sure Rodri has it all under control”, he muttered and you turned to give him a look.
“Ok? I'll still ask”.
That was the first little dig. Then came the second, and the third…
“Rúben, have you and Rodri had any issues lately?”, you finally asked.
“No. Why would you ask?”
“I don’t know, but you keep being weird whenever he’s mentioned for no reason. Maybe we should cancel tonight’s dinner”.
“Tonight…what happens tonight?”
“Rúben, we talked about having dinner with them a week ago. I put it on your calendar”.
“Right…yeah…no, I’ll go. We’ll go. It’ll be fine”.
And it was fine, for the most part. You still noticed Rúben acting in an odd way but didn’t want to bring attention to it.
“We can’t wait to show you around Madrid”, said Laura. “Well, Rodri will be the tour guide. It’s his city. You’ll love it”.
“I know I will”.
“I actually got the perfect tour ready for you”, told you Rodri. “Since I didn’t have to play, I got some free time to get it all sorted. I checked all the places I think you’ll like to prioritize those. It's a perfect plan”.
“That’s so thoughtful. Thank you”, you said. Your smile was so big and that made Rúben feel so shitty again.
“You’ll have to see if you prefer Lisbon or Madrid”, joked Rodri, winking at Rúben but Rúben didn’t want to laugh.
“Well, Lisbon was amazing so you’ll have to really prepare the best tour to make me love Madrid more”.
“How did Rúben show you his city when you first went there?”, asked Laura. Such an innocent question, but not what Rúben wanted to hear.
“I didn’t prepare anything special. Just showed her around”.
Everyone at the table noticed Rúben’s tone and decided to move on to other topics, but you didn’t get his response out of your head. You couldn’t. So you had to bring it up when you were back home.
“What was all that about at dinner?”
“What do you mean?”
“You got all moody when Laura asked you about us being in Lisbon and seeing the city”.
He sighed. “I just don’t get why you are with me sometimes”.
What was he saying now?
That was a pretty strange statement. And one that made you stop to think about how to approach it.
“I could make you a list”, you tried a joke. Those worked sometimes. But not at that specific moment.
“And then I could make you one that shows why you should be with someone like Rodri instead”.
Someone like Rodri? “Why would I want to be with someone like him?”
“He’s not even your boyfriend and still is better at being one than me. I mean, preparing a tour just for you? Come on. He can do everything better than me. On and off the pitch”.
“Are you bothered by that?”
“I’m bothered by how inferior I feel next to him”.
“Since when?”, he never mentioned that.
“Since the first comment about how hard to believe it was that a doctor would date a football player”.
“But Rodri…he does too. So do others. Didn’t Mata date one? Maybe he still does”.
“Yes, and what do they have in common?”
“They are from Spain?”
Rúben let his head fall and put his hands on his face. It was all in his head, he knew it. He knew you couldn’t understand him. And he felt too dumb to explain it properly.
“They are both humble. Normal. Too normal to be footballers. And smart. Of course business degree Rodri can date a doctor. But me? I’m a joke next to them”.
You sat down next to him and took one of his hands in between yours, placing it on your thigh.
“Rúben, you’re smart. I wouldn’t date you if you weren’t”, he looked away but you continued. “Everyone knows you’re smart. On and off the pitch. You keep being praised for your intelligence all the time. And it makes me proud to see that. Also, you speak two languages fluently and I almost fainted trying to say the few sentences you taught me in Portuguese. That level of fluency takes brainpower. And you have plenty of it”.
“The comments…”.
“Maybe you should stop reading comments of people talking about relationships they are not a part of. What do they know? About you or about Rodri? Nothing. I’m the one who knows you and who chooses to be with you. Shouldn’t my opinion mean more?”
“Yes, but…”, he knew you were right but still didn’t feel like he could accept it fully. “But what if I’m not enough in the future? There is a limit to my intelligence, you know? I’m not studying. I don’t keep on learning like you do. The most I do is watch a documentary every once in a while”.
“I don’t need you to be a bloody encyclopedia, Rúben!”
“But I want to be one so I don’t embarrass you!”
He then got up and even though his back was to you, you could imagine how hurt he looked.
“You won’t embarrass me”.
“I was at that work dinner last month and…I felt so stupid. Like I haven’t before. You know, when you work every day with people who can’t even spell the word encyclopedia, you do feel as smart as one. But then reality hit me. Everyone there was so smart. Like you. That’s the people you work with. And Rodri was chatting with all of them and talking about everything like he was one of them. While I was just asked about my gym routine and what I ate to keep my muscles so big”.
“I’m sorry they made you feel like that”, you said, slowly walking towards him to wrap your arms around his waist. “But just so you know, I would never date a doctor. They’re unbearable”.
You chuckled but he didn’t join you so you squeezed his waist to try and show him your love somehow. It was you who felt stupid then. Not knowing what to do to comfort your boyfriend.
“Rúben, do you want me to stay?”
“No, go to Madrid. Have fun. I won’t ruin your plans”.
“You’re more important than a trip. I can go to Madrid whenever”.
“No”, he turned to look at your face. “I’m stupid, ok? It’s a lot sometimes. And all the comments about Rodrid don’t help. All the stats about how shit we are without him. Those don’t help”.
“Well, whenever you feel like that, talk to me. So I can reassure you about whatever you need to be reassured about, ok?”
He nodded. It was him who needed to hold you tightly at that moment and you felt really happy when he did. And relieved. He wasn’t going anywhere and neither were you.
“Really, I can stay…”.
“No. Go on your trip. I’ll be waiting here for you. And buy me a gift while you’re there”.
“What do people buy in Madrid as souvenirs?”
“I don’t know but I’m sure Rodri will know”.
“Looking forward to that Atleti fridge magnet he’ll make me buy”, you laughed.
**
Your time in Madrid was great. The tour Rodri got ready for you was fantastic. But you missed Rúben. And worried about him. So you kept texting him photos of the places you visited and updating him.
-“You took me to get ice cream the moment we left the house so that's a point for you. 1-0”.
-“Oh wait, Rodri bought us churros. 1-1”.
-“Why are these churros so good? 🤤”
-"I'm buying a churro making machine. I'm having these for breakfast every day. Oh my God!"
-"Laura took me to a park to see turtles. Can we get a pet turtle? 🐢".
-"Also, that's a point for her. Not Rodri. Not such a perfect tour guide if he didn't know I wanted to see the turtles 🤷".
-"Laura filmed me trying to read the menu in Spanish. That video will never see the light of day but I'll let you know it exists and it's incredibly embarrassing".
Rúben was glued to his phone, waiting for the next text. And he sent some back to you, joking about things like how much better the weather was in Manchester.
But as much as he loved the texts, he was so happy when you were finally back.
"I want you to tell me everything you did in Madrid. Even if I've seen it already".
"Oh, get ready for all the anecdotes. I'm not shutting up about it anytime soon", you laughed and then picked up a bag from your suitcase. "They didn't have magnets…".
So you bought him an Atleti keychain.
"What do I want this for?"
"To piss João off when you see him?", you shrugged and made Rúben laugh. It was a good reason to keep it.
A few days later, City lost another match. This time against Arsenal, so it hurt even more. And the press were back to talking about how bad the team performs without Rodri.
Rúben was going back to Portugal after the match for international break, but you wanted to make sure he was fine before he got on the plane and called him.
"I'm not listening to any of it. Don't worry".
"Pinky promise?"
His chuckle made you relax a bit. "Pinky promise".
You stayed on the phone for a bit longer and then it was time for him to get on the plane.
"You know, Rúben. You never asked me which city I liked more. Madrid or Lisbon".
"Ok. Which one did you like more?".
"Lisbon. Do you wanna know why?"
"Sure. Why?"
"Because I was there with you".
#ruben dias#ruben dias imagine#ruben dias one shot#ruben dias x reader#ruden dias angst#ruben dias fluff#footballer imagine#footballer one shot#footballer x reader#footballer fluff#footballer angst
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I need some help! I spent most of my life in the UK, but I'm living in the States. I miss it. And I may have keyed in a few changes to make me feel at home. But, I dunno, I feel different, mate. What do you fink is happen'?
Mate, you've made a few adjustments to get back to living life as a chav like you did in Newcastle. But "Young", "Stupid", "Lazy" and "Constantly Horny" admittedly leads straight to a cheap haircut, tracksuit and fake Louis Vuitton hip bag at the bus stop in the UK. But you're in Los Angeles… The clocks tick differently there. You won't be a scally. You become more of a muscle bro. No interest in soccer, just football. No beer drinking and no chain smoking. American jocks are so boring. I'm glad you contacted me.
You're standing in front of the mirror. Flawless white teeth, buzzcut, toned and tanned muscles. Ey, not everything is bad. But that has nothing to do with homesickness. And the constant "bruh" and "dude" also annoys you… One of your gym bruhs calls and asks what's up. You ask "Mate, what dee ya say to a pint in the pub?" Your bruh asks if everything is okay with you. Alcohol? And at this time of day? He wanted to go to the gym and then to the beach. "Nah, mate! i was goin' to break for lunch na n' then i havta get 'ack to work here." Back to work? You're in college. And it's Spring Break…. Fuck, of course not. You're a carpenter. Interning at an interior design company here in the US. Fuck, the quality here really sucks. You should have tried to get an internship in Scandinavia. Or even better in Germany. There you can already drink beer for breakfast. And not some light stuff like here…
You have to burp. You made yourself a great English breakfast this morning in your dorm. None of that high-protein low-carb crap. Eggs, bacon, beans. Whatever a real man needs in the morning. Shit, beans always make you fart…
Your basketball shorts become work pants. Your tank top becomes a t-shirt. Your cool Apple Watch becomes a cheap almost real gold swank watch. On the other wrist you wear a matching bracelet. Your cell phone vibrates. "Mate, us're meetin' for a booze-up at the bus stop na. Are ya comin'?" You reply that the bloody pigs should fuck off, you're in fucking America and you still have work to do. You take a selfie and send it to your mates.
"mate, hav ya bin under the tannin' 'ed?"
"you look like a 'each propa lad!"
"come 'ack soon, ya're nit gettin' enough weed!"
You just answer with "I miss ya fuckers". It's time to go home. A chav like you just doesn't fit in California.
Ya alway find propa lads @toughukladz
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[ (just a) bad day ]
couple: son heungmin x reader
rating: PG
tags: hurt, comfort, talks about beheading (yeah) from the drama my liberation notes.
notes: the newcastle game was a massacre. i don't have the heart to have him say "i'm alright, i'm fine" because he wouldn't lie like that. but i just need to know that heungmin will have someone hold him tight and take him home. please listen to agust d's snooze, that's what i had quoted at the end. thanks. please support son heungmin's future. it will get better.
/
Before the final whistle blows, you are already down the tunnel, down the hall, expression grim as you scan the treatment room. Ryan finds you like this, his own expression ashen, having aged ten years through the match himself.
He’s in Treatment Room A. Hesitation. …I think he wants to be alone.
You thank Ryan but pay no heed to the message.
He’s not the one you need to see.
/
“Don’t.”
It is the first word shared in that dim, empty room and it forces you to stop in your tracks. Heungmin’s voice is rough and torn and tight. Your hand falters by the light switch before, finally, falling back to your side. You let him sit in the darkness, face illuminated only by the faint light that hums above the emergency exit.
You can barely recognize him in the darkness, but still you go to him.
“Don’t,” he repeats, more forcefully this time. “Stop.”
Still, you go to him.
From where he sits, his knees bump against your thighs and he resolutely refuses to give way. You step into his space regardless. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, his face finally comes into view. He has screwed his eyes shut now, mouth pressed into a grim line. You reach up to trace the faint scar above his eye, but hesitate, not quite touching him just yet.
You’ve been through so much.
What can I do to make this better?
Tell me where it hurts. I would take it all away if I could.
The words sit on the very tip of your tongue but you swallow them down. They are not the words he wants or needs to hear right now. He does not need to hear you ask how he feels or if he’s alright or if this is still the game that he has loved his whole goddamn life. He does not need your sympathy. He does not need your pity.
Right now, all he needs is…
“So. Bad day, huh?”
Your comment seems to come as such a surprise that he chokes out a pained laugh despite himself.
The sound is so sudden that it seems to startle the both of you equally – and then Heungmin’s eyes are open and he’s staring at you, eyes shining, disbelief clear as day on his face.
“What?” he chokes out, half-laugh and half-groan.
The pain is still evident on his face and this time you let yourself touch the scar. You press down on it slightly, tracing it with the very tip of your finger. He slowly reaches up, long fingers wrapping around your wrist. You half expect him to push your hand away.
He doesn’t.
He lets you linger there, his grip warm around your wrist and your touch gentle against his skin.
“Yeah,” he finally whispers back, incredulous laughter gone now. Something softening in his expression. “Had a real shit day today.”
You let your hand slide down until your palm cradles his cheek. He moves with you, grip never leaving yours as he leans into your touch. He swallows thickly and you can hear it in the silence that sits between you. Your own eyes prickle with the heat and promise of oncoming tears, but you swallow that down with him too.
His hair is still damp from the showers and he smells of your shampoo. A stray droplet lands on the back of your hand. Still, you do not move away.
“I know,” you whisper into the darkness. “I know.”
(You had been watching a drama a few months back.
The woman on the television screen had a crazed look in her eyes, sitting across the cafe table from her blind date, explaining why she was dubbed the Pick Up Girl by all of her friends.
Once, with my friends, we were talking about what true love was. I was reminded of something I saw in a textbook when I was a child. It was about a woman who ran to pick up the severed head of her husband in her skirt.
When I was young, it was too gruesome for me to understand. But now, as an adult, I found myself agreeing. Yes, I would pick it up. I would have to pick it up. I can’t let it fall to the ground, I must catch it in my skirt.
Heungmin had burst out laughing, then. The man sitting across from her in the scene appeared horrified, but Heungmin had only appeared delighted.
He had pressed a loud raspberry to the side of your neck then.
“Would you catch me too?” he had teased, nosing into the crook of your shoulder, your neck, your jaw, mouth dragging along the skin there as he laughed loudly. You had laughed back, shivering at the ticklish touch.
It had been a joke then.
But today, you were reminded of it.
Perched in the stands, watching his team go down in flames. Watching the light leave his eyes as more and more fans exited the stadium. Watching as his shoulders heaved beneath the heavy weight of loss and failure and disappointment.
Several family members had looked away by then. His agent had slumped back in his seat, scrolling through his phone anxiously, clearly anticipating the press and media that would be awaiting him at the end of the tunnel.
Only Heungmin’s father and you had kept watching.
You did not look away. You refused to look away. Even when the booing only grew exponentially in volume, even when his teammates fumbled yet another horrible, horrible ball. You kept your eyes on the game, you kept your eyes on him. Only when his number appeared on the screen to be subbed out, did you finally let out the breath you had been holding.
Heungmin hadn’t spared a second glance towards your box when he was subbed out. You couldn’t blame him. He probably hadn’t had the heart to look.
If he had looked… if he had looked back at you…
If he had looked back: he would’ve seen you looking right back at him. He would’ve seen you finally, slowly, sitting back down in your seat, his father taking his seat beside you as well.
His father hadn’t said much in the box – he never did.
But when his hand had found yours in your lap, grip tight, you knew he was saying more than words ever could.
Thank you. Thank you for watching Heungmin until the very end. Thank you for catching Heungmin, even when the world waits to tear him apart, limb by limb. Thank you. Thank you.
If your throat hadn’t been so tight, you would’ve responded: Don’t thank me. I will always watch him. I will always catch him.
Instead, you had simply covered his hand with your own.
The truest love there ever was.)
Heungmin finally shifts. He parts his legs, lets you slide between them until you are flush against him, even from where he sits on this treatment table.
You let both of your arms reach up and around his neck, wrapping around his shoulders, his own dropping to fold around your waist. His grip is almost painfully tight as he burrows into you, solid and warm. His heartbeat thrums in your ear and you match your own breaths to the sound.
“I know,” you repeat again, voice muffled against the soft fabric of his tee. “I’m here, I’m right here.”
He holds onto you like a man drowning.
I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.
“Let’s go home.”
/
Everything will be okay, everything will be okay
Everything will be okay, everything will be okay
Everything will be okay, everything will be okay
Everything will be okay, everything will be okay
#son heung min x reader#son heung min imagines#son heungmin#soccer fanfic#not proofread bc i'm still recovering from this horrible game too#someone hug heungmin and someone hug me ty
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i just remembered the gif on your cancelo post!! can you do something else based on that? like when your daughter's upset when she sees him bleeding?
oh you mean THIS? tbh i just realised that he was bleeding in that gif, i used that bcs of how hot rúben looks there?? 😍 and in celebration of this beast coming back to rule city's backline (but i still wish he fails bcs i'm an arsenal girl thru and thru)
(this can be a part of dad!rúben blurb requests but can be read seperately)
the moment rúben comes home from training with the news he can possibly made a captain on the weekend, you're booking seats for you and your two kids
behind rúben ofc bcs he doesn't want you and the kids to travel far to newcastle
but fuck it, you're not going to miss an important match and you thought it'd be a nice introduction to your little pack about what their papá does for a living
bcs your daughter's friends have been nagging her that "no way your daddy's in the team my daddy likes to watch"
your daughter, though, PANICS whenever rúben falls. doesn't matter if he's tackling, tackled, sliding
especially when she sees that scratches on rúben's elbows and knees due to the gruesome and physical nature of the game
MOREOVER when she sees blood coming out from rúben's eyebrow from the big screen
and when your daughter cries, your son too. thank god for uncle ivan tbh
when the game's over, your daughter doesn't wait any more second to run and see her daddy
rúben's flustered at the sight of his little girl running to him crying as soon as she spots him
"are you okay? are you sure you're okay, pai?" "i am. now, what's wrong, anjinho? why are you crying?" "i'm so scared you're going to die, pai"
and rúben truly doesn't know how to react to that so he hugs her so tight while smiling so wide it hurts his injured temple
#i'm having headaches from how cute dad!rúben is#anon asks#oh-saints answers#oh-saints writes#ruben dias#rúben dias#ruben dias blurb#ruben dias blurbs#ruben dias imagine#ruben dias imagines#ruben dias one shot#ruben dias oneshot#ruben dias fic#ruben dias fics#ruben dias fanfiction#ruben dias fluff#ruben dias angst#ruben dias smut#ruben dias fanfic#ruben dias x y/n#ruben dias x you#ruben dias x reader#oh-saints writes dad!rúben#oh-saints writes request#dad!ruben
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how about matty convincing d word girlie going to a football match with her?? (Maybe she doesn’t really like football that much, or even at all, idk?)
HA yeah ok so you and matty go for a little long weekend up the north-east to visit some of his family, and newcastle are playing at home on the saturday and before you go tim phones to say he's got tickets for all of you - you included. matty giggles when he tells you this, because any time he talks about football or watches it in the house your eyes just glaze over out of disinterest, despite your best efforts to pay attention, and he knows you'll wince at the thought of actually going to a match; you do, but quickly plaster on a hesitant smile and say "ok", and matty's like "you'll go? really?", and you're like "... yes. it would make you really happy, wouldn't it?", and matty kisses your head and says "it would, darlin', it would mean a lot to me if you were there", and you're like "so it's settled. i will go to the football". and matty's like "can you say that again? i need to film it and send it to your dad so he'll believe me when i tell him" - you point at him like "don't fucking push it, matthew", and matty laughs and takes your face in his hands to kiss you like "sorry, baby. thank you for doing this. i love you. it'll be fun", to which you're like "i love you too, and that's the only reason i'm ACTUALLY doing it. and i guess seeing your family will be fun, at least, lol". but as the weekend gets closer, you do actually start to get excited, just because matty's so hyped about taking his girl to see his team lmao (he is such a boy). he's like "try on one of my football tops to see if it fits, and you can wear it to the game. that would be cute", and you're a bit 😐 about the idea; that is, until you pull one of the black and white tops over your underwear and step into the living room to show matty, and he reacts by... literally pulling one of the sofa cushions over his lap and breathing heavily. your jaw drops like "babe you did not just get hard at the sight of me in a newcastle united shirt lmaoooooooo. it's that easy? wow", and matty groans into his hands like "shut up how else am i meant to react? the most beautiful woman on the planet, my beloved girlfriend, in MY football top? this is teenage wet dream material, sweetheart" - you go over to kiss him and say "well, if we have sex now with me wearing it, will that make it better or worse?", and matty thinks for a second like "better. i'll get it out of my system" lol.
and he's right, actually - a week later, when you appear in his cousin's kitchen with the same shirt visible under your coat, all matty thinks of is how cute you look lmao (but he does smirk a little bit when everyone says how sweet you are for wearing it, considering you did some arguably non-sweet things to him in it before lol). the actual day itself is quite nice; you all go for food and a couple of drinks before the game, during which you literally just share really cringe anecdotes about matty with his dad and brother, and then matty takes 948482 pics of you outside st james' park (and makes one his lockscreen) before you go in. he hugs you tightly before the game starts like "this is really special to me, sweetheart, thank you for doing this", and you're like "it's chill i actually am having fun lol". he stays holding you through the start of the game, too, because it's chilly, but pulls back to look at you in bewilderment when you hum along to the local hero theme as the players come onto the pitch; you're like "what? i've seen the film. it's good. so is the tune", and matty kisses you quickly like "you never fail to amaze me, honestly". anyway, the first half of the game is... kinda boring? nobody scores, there's not a lot of action, and the most exciting thing is you nearly burning your tongue on a bovril at half-time lol. it picks up in the second half, though - you spend the first few goal attempts looking and smiling at matty getting really into it, because he's so cute and animated, but then the tables turn and you catch him grinning at you when you swear at a near miss from newcastle. when they finally do score, you both cheer, and matty gets so hyped that he picks you up - well, he tries to, in the limited space between rows of seats lol. you have to ask him to clarify ref decisions at bits (fuck if i know what constitutes a yellow card btw), which he RELISHES doing, explaining them and kissing your cheek when you're like "ok cool. i see". in the end, newcastle win, and when the home support stands go into joyous uproar you're a part of it, hugging matty and tim and all the rest of the family as if you were an avid fan lmao; matty also probably tries to fully make out with you in excitement and just general happiness that you're with him, which you indulge in briefly before being like "come on, we need to move now so the people behind us can get out lol". but you continue the making out in the smoking area of the pub you all pile into to celebrate the win, matty like "this has been one of my favourite days ever, sweetheart. i'm so grateful for you, and even more in love with you, honestly" - you're like "i love you! and i really have enjoyed myself. don't think i could do it every week, in fairness, but i had fun. thanks for bringing me, baby". and matty's like "anytime, darlin'. and feel free to borrow the top anytime, too. in fact, i'd encourage it" lol <3
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Blurb idea:
I’m imagining Gigi is around 2/3 years old at this point and mattys been turning her into a little Newcastle United fan ever since she was born, so he buys her a football kit and takes her to her first ever newcastle football game and she’s so excited
omg yes this except i think rg, being a manchester girlie, supports man city and therefore they have been trying to bring gigi up to support two different teams. matty at one point compares it to bringing her up in two different religions.
so matty's dad has phoned him at work and said he has tickets and can him and gigi and you make it, and he rocks up home with a bag and you are like "what's that?"
"nothing you need to know about," he says, walking past you through the corridor, "where's my girl?"
gigi is playing with her toys in the play room and yells daddy and runs at him when she sees him.
"there's my little newcastle fan," he says, crouching down and scooping her into a hug.
"no gigi," you say, "we support man city. you're a manny baby. okay?"
"i like football," gigi says, stroking matty's curls absentmindedly.
matty rolls his eyes "always so diplomatic. you dont have to lie to mummy, gi. i know you like newcastle better."
"okay," you wink at gigi, "you tell him that baby but we will know better won't we?"
gigi has already got on hand in the bag matty brought and so matty says, "got you a present baby, look" and pulls out the little kit.
"oooh!" gigi says.
"she already has one," you says from behind.
"she needs the new season. or she is going to look ridiculous. do you want people to laugh at our daughter? do you?"
"oh fuck off, matty," you say laughing.
"gotta look fresh for saturday, haven't we love?" he says, already pulling of the zoo animal top gigi has on to put the new kit on.
"saturday?" you ask.
"we're going to see newcastle play with my dad," matty says, grinning at rg.
"you are not taking my baby to a newcastle game," you say, folding her arms.
"yes i am," he says, getting up and winding his arms around her waist. "and i'm taking you too."
"i'm wearing my man city shirt," he says.
"your funeral," he says, kissing her softly on the cheek, "missed you today."
"stop trying to be nice to me," you say, sticking her bottom lip out dramatically.
"oh stop it,"
"i wanted her first game to be a man city one," you whines.
"oh dear," matty says, immitating her whining.
she does a big fake frown at him and he smiles, "you're so cute when you're mad. look at that little wrinkle in your forehead," he strokes it with one finger, "and your sad lip," he pinches it softly between his fingers and thumb and then kisses you, sucking on your bottom lip until you forget what you were talking about in the first place.
"fine we will go," you say, when you come to, dizzy with the kiss.
so you all end up going, and you have to admit gigi looks pretty damn cute in her little footballer outfit and white sneakers. you've done her hair in two pigtails with ribbons tied round in team colours. you guys wind through the crowd, matty holding your hand firmly and gigi in his arms looking around at all the people and the big stadium.
"grandad!" she yells, and points, and there is matty's dad waiting for you all by the entrance gate. gigi leans out of matty's arms to get into her grandads and he gives her a big kiss on the cheek.
"you excited?" he asks her and she nods hard.
"i love football!" she yells and then matty nudges her so she yells "i love newcastle!"
a few people around you look over and chuckle, and you roll your eyes and nudge matty in the ribs but he grabs you into a hug and kisses you head.
"you want a burger gigi girl?" matty's dad asks her and then take her over to the van that is selling them. the burger is the same size as gigi's face and her eyes go wide when she tastes it.
"yum?" matty says.
"yum!" gigi agrees.
when you go into the stadium, gigi plays around at your feet and waves to a few other children that are there but when the game starts she is mesmorised. when newcastle first score, and the whole crowd goes wild, she isn't expecting it and jumps and then starts crying and buries her head into matty's shoulder. matty is laughing at her but jiggles her up and down and says, "it's okay, baby, that means we're winning! newcastle are winning!"
"winning?"
"yeah!" matty says. so she pops her teary face out again and sniffs, looks around a bit and then continues to watch. next time newcastle score, she cheers and claps too.
"that's my girl!" matty says.
#ruins#ruins behind the scenes#maty healy x you#matty healy x y/n#matty healy fanfiction#matty healy x reader#dad!matty#the 1975 fanfiction
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EXCLUSIVE: Inside Louis Tomlinson's Faith in the Future tour as support act praises 'mentor'
Louis Tomlinson has been entertaining his stateside fans with his Faith In The Future tour and up-and-coming singer and support act Andrew Cushin has heaped the praise on the star
By Jamie Roberts | 3 AUG 2023
Louis Tomlinson has once again been wowing the crowds as he continues his hugely successful solo career.
The former One Direction man, 31, has recently finished his immensely popular stateside leg of his Faith in the Future tour, playing at some of the most iconic venues the country has to offer - and having his shirt ripped off his back along the way. One man who has been up close and personal with the singer over the past few months is fellow musician Andrew Cushin.
The confident English rising talent was selected to be a support act on a number of the shows, playing in the likes of Chicago, Las Vegas and New York. It's been a dream come true for the talented Newcastle native who has opened up to Mirror US about the epic experience.
Labelling Louis a "mentor," Andrew - who is signed to Pete Doherty's record label, Strap Originals - explained he has been able to lean on the star for advice at times on the tour, and admitted it had been "such a good learning experience".
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He's a busy lad as you can imagine," Andrew said. "We've spoke and we've had a couple of drinks and all that and there's been bits of advice when I've needed it. So it's good that I know that he's there if I ever need anything. He's been there and done it all, so he's been a very good tour mentor."
Andrew continued to say he had been extremely impressed with how everything runs on a tour of this magnitude. "Everybody's such a seasoned pro on this tour," he admitted, revealing how it seems nobody is fazed by anything.
He said the entire behind-the-scenes staff show such a high level of professionalism which in turn has given him a huge aspiration and something to work for.
"There's things that I can look at on this tour and take to my own gigs which will make a massive difference," he added. While Andrew has got a big following of his own building nicely at home in the UK, he admits Louis' fans have been nothing short of phenomenal as he tried to turn them into fans of his own - something he seems to have had big success in doing, with homemade signs, bracelets and even tattoos being shared in support.
"These fans really are so, so dedicated to everything that Louis is doing and it's an absolute pleasure to play for them. I was a bit nervous for the first few shows to see how it was going to go down because I'm here without the band and all that and I didn't know if it would have the same effect just me and an acoustic and piano but it's getting the same reception, so it's just a credit to the audience. It's been amazing.
"It's been one massive learning curve and it's so much fun and I'm enjoying it."
Andrew, whose previous tune Where's My Family Gone featured former Oasis man Noel Gallagher, has also released two records during his time with Louis. It's Coming Round Again has been winning rave reviews online by those at the gigs and was filmed at one of the concerts, so too has newest hit Wor Flags.
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In My Plans (Kieran Tierney)
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Summary: NSFW! Kieran tries to break things off when he gets news of his transfer, but you refuse to let him.
"I'm going to Spain."
Though you're good at hiding your emotions, the pain that flickers across your face is unmissable. It is there and gone, replaced by a bright, genuine smile by the time Kieran has blinked.
"Baby that's great! You'll get tons of playing time, and you won't have to worry about getting called up for scotland. You'll be a shoe in! They won't be able to say no when they see you scoring more goals than any left back in the prem."
Your hands settle on Kieran's chest, though the gesture provides none of the usual comfort. His stomach has become home to a roiling ocean, complete with thunderclouds and boisterous waves. He's contemplated this all week, trying to decide the best course of action. Spain isn't just a short train ride away like Newcastle would have been. Spain requires a plane, and multiple free days for you to dedicate to visiting him. With so much on your plate already between finishing your degree and hunting for the perfect place to start your career, Kieran can't be selfish. He cannot expect you to set aside what precious little free time you have for him. He cannot, in good conscience, ask you to move with him either. So in his mind, there's only one option.
Kieran takes your hands in his, cool against his clammy palms. Despite the lack of options, Kieran doesn't want to do this. It will hurt you both, but in the end he believes it to be the right thing to do. So he kisses each of your fingertips one by one, purposely avoiding the question he is sure to find in your eyes. But per usual, you know him too well. His silence speaks volumes, practically screaming his discomfort. You read his mind, plucking the thought from his head and giving it a life by voicing it.
"I'm not leaving you."
Kieran sighs, dropping his hands to rest on your waist. Even now, on the brink of losing you forever, he is powerless to keep from touching you. You are his comfort, his person, the one he wishes to be with forever. It's a shame that it has to end this way, but it's best for you in the long run.
"A full season is a long time to ask you to wait for me-"
"I don't care," you interrupt, firm and unyielding. "You're in my plans Kieran- I know your gaffer let you down when he said that but… you know I won't. I'll follow through. I'm not gonna run away just because I can't see you every day. I love you too much for that. Do you really think I would give this up so easily? That I wouldn't fight for us?"
The hurt carried on your words is nearly too much for him to bear. "I cannae ask you to wait here for me. I'll be in Spain, you'll be here for school… it's not fair to ask you to wait. I think it's best for us both if we don't drag this out.."
If he's being honest, Kieran has been waiting for this moment. When he's dated in the past, his partners have always left when things got hard. Distance like this isn't something many people are willing to overlook, even in the face of once-in-a-lifetime love.
"Kieran-"
"Look, I dinnae ken when I'll be able to come visit, and I know you won't let me fly you out every weekend-"
"Kieran."
He powers on, ignoring your chastising eyes as his hands begin to tremble. "It's too far. It's too long. We can't- I won't let this wreck you, I won't be responsible for that. Maybe if you're single when I get home, we could see about trying again but I don't expect you to be." His world is irreversibly changing and he doesn't like it. He likes the idea of causing you pain even less, though.
"Kieran. Stop."
Kieran's eyes are wild like that of a frightened deer. He flinches when your hands come up to his jaw, then settle on either side of his neck. Pulse frantic beneath your fingertips, Kieran searches for any reassurance in your face. He is wound tighter than a cornered lion, set to lash out at anyone unfortunate enough to be nearby.
When your lips meet Kieran's brow, he nearly sobs. "I don't want anyone else." His body shakes when your mouth slowly makes its way down the bridge of his nose, and he lets a tear fall when your kiss soothes his soul. "I want my Kieran, my bold, witty Scotsman and no one else." It's a ghost of a kiss, nothing more than a quiet promise, but it is enough. "Distance doesn't scare me, we can make it work. But losing you? That's terrifying. My worst nightmare." When your fingers thread into his hair, nails scratching at his scalp, all of Kieran's fears leave with his exhale.
"I'm staying," you murmur, holding his gaze when he finally looks up. "I can look after the house for you, sleep here a few nights a week… It'll be nice to be in a place with so many memories when I miss you." Kieran draws strength from your unwavering voice. "I'll keep things clean, make sure it's not so dusty that your allergies act up when you come home to visit."
Kieran uses his grip on your waist to pull you into his lap, one knee on either side of his thighs. Your weight comforts him like it always has, the same way a weighted blanket helps some with their anxiety. You use the pads of your thumbs to collect the moisture on his cheeks before giving him a proper kiss, one that Kieran finds the energy to return by tilting his head up to meet yours.
"I love you." Kieran tucks his head in the crook of your neck, arms like a vice around your waist. He's afraid if he lets go, you'll realize your mistake. He is terrified that you might change your mind and walk out his front door without a second thought. He needs you, probably more than you realize. He shouldn't be so attached after only six months, but losing you would feel like playing with a missing limb.
"And I love you Kieran, so so much. I love you so much that if I wasn't in my last semester, knee deep in my dissertation, I'd drop out and follow you to Spain."
"I wouldn't let you." Kieran shakes his head, nose rubbing your neck as he does so. The sensitivity causes you to squirm, rewarding him with a whiff of your peony and rose perfume. It's the one he picked out for you a few weeks ago, the glass bottle engraved with your name and the date of your anniversary. He loves the way it smells on you, complimenting your shampoo and creating his own personal bouquet that he'd gladly enjoy every day.
Your voice drops to a conspirators whisper, your breath hot on his ear. "I'd quit in secret darling. You wouldn't know it until I showed up at your doorstep in Spain with everything I owned in two cases."
"Two cases? That's all you'd need?"
"I'm a light packer." Your cheeks rests atop his head and Kieran feels the last of his fear drain from his overworked muscles. "Mostly it would be the shirts I've stolen from you and some photos in one case, and the other would be filled with books and trinkets. I don't need much to survive, aside from you."
Not for the first time, Kieran is eternally grateful for how adept you are at switching off his brain. When he finds himself on a proverbial ledge, you're the one he wants to have to talk him down. When he feels the weight in his boots, you're the one that reminds him to take them off and shake them out. Your voice is the only one that can quiet the 'what ifs' in his head, leaving behind a garden of promises to be redeemed in the future.
It might be a purr that Kieran lets out when you card your fingers in his hair again. Whatever it is, it's something born of unfiltered gratitude. Never has he loved someone as hard as he's loved you. He didn't dare dream that someone could love him with the same intensity, let alone someone as perfect for him as you. Kieran could conquer the world with you at his side, his rightful queen who cradles his heart in her hands.
Kieran feels your cheek lift with a smile when his lips trail over your shoulder, left exposed by the well-worn neck of the shirt you stole from him. He rests his forehead on your damp skin, wanting nothing more than to melt into you until he becomes nothing more than a part of you.
"I love you." Though he's muttered the words a dozen times in the last hour alone, it still doesn't feel like nearly enough. He wants the seriousness of his love to strike you like cupid's arrow, the heart shaped scar forever serving as a reminder of the man who will one day make you his wife.
"You keep saying that…" your arm encircles his head, keeping his mouth on your skin. "Why don't you take me up to bed and show me how much you love me, Key?"
Kieran doesn't need to be told twice. Strong fingers dig into your thighs as he lifts you up, reaching the stairs in three long strides. He takes them two at a time, not eager to find his own pleasure but eager to help you find yours. Tonight will be about you and only you, and proving himself worthy of your unwavering love. It won't hurt to give you something to think about while he's gone, either.
Flicking the lights off as he enters, Kieran sets you in the center of his bed with a tenderness you've come to love. With previous lovers you found yourself craving things hard and fast, wanting it to be over as quickly as possible. But with Kieran? You'd beg for hours with him, each artfully placed kiss or drag of his fingers against your skin leaving you with an insatiable craving for more.
Your head tips back when Kieran lowers his mouth to your throat, his downy lips leaving shining kisses on your heated skin. You're already desperate for him, desperate to touch and be touched by this god of a man. You know he'll be especially soft tonight after his earlier vulnerability, and somehow that only turns you on more.
"I love you," he murmurs, accent impossibly thicker than the last time he said it. His brown doe eyes see straight through you, penetrating right to your soul. Something tugs in your chest, heightening your desire and stoking the fire in your gut.
Sliding your fingers in Kieran's hair, you tug hard until he gets the idea and kisses you properly. It starts soft, nothing more than a peck, but the second his tongue darts over your lips you open for him, wanting him to explore your mouth until he's mapped every bare inch of you. His tongue doesn't fight yours but moves in tandem, complimenting you in the most basic and intimate way possible.
Your leg develops a mind of its own, hitching over Kieran's hip to beg him to come closer. He relents, allowing his hips to press against yours while you helplessly squirm under him. You need something, anything, to ease the ache that has already started in your core.
Kieran correctly interprets the way you claw at his shirt to mean you want it off. You're left slack jawed when he throws the fabric aside, his bare chest on full display for you. Soft, teasing touches are your weapon of choice as you trace each dip and curve of muscle that makes up Kieran- your Kieran. The only man you ever wish to see this way.
When your hand reaches the button of his jeans, Kieran's hand circles your wrist to stop you. "Not me- just you."
Oh, you're in for a long night.
Liquid fire melts you from the inside out when Kieran eases you out of your bottoms and kisses his way down your abdomen. His hot breath ghosts over your folds, already slick with your arousal.
"I love you so-" Kieran flicks his tongue over your bud, eliciting a moan from deep in your chest, "fucking-" another, harder this time, "much." When Kieran sucks lightly on your clit, your vision explodes with black dots. He's barely done anything at all and you're already whining, his name dropping from your lips like dew as he spreads your juices with his tongue.
Kieran's chin shines nearly as much as his glazed eyes when he pulls away for air. "Taste so fucking sweet baby- I'll never get sick of it."
"Probably taste even better mixed with your cu-" You gasp when Kieran surprises you by plunging two fingers into you. He pumps them in the perfect rhythm, attuned to your body and what you enjoy. You watch, eyelids heavy, as Kieran sucks on his tongue, then opens his mouth and lets his spit spread over your cunt.
Your incoherent moans take the shape of his name. 'Kieran' is the only thing you manage to babble out as he fucks you with his fingers, curling them to drag across your gspot with each pass.
As the seconds tick by, your spine begins to arch. When Kieran adds a third finger you nearly explode- perfectly stretched and wonderfully fitted with just the slightest bite of pain from the fullness. Kieran moans against you himself when you sink your nails into his shoulders, begging for him to be impossibly closer. Muscle ripples under your fingers as he works his own in and out of you, searching for the release he knows you're teetering on.
You're right there, right-
Kieran's free hand snakes up your stomach to toy with your breast, pinching and squeezing your nipple. That last push of pleasure is all you need to ascend. Mouth open in a silent scream, you unravel around Kieran, his fingers continuing to fuck you through your high as you struggle to breathe. They go still when you suck in air, filling your lungs with sweet, salty scented oxygen as you start to come down.
Kieran leaves his fingers where they are, kissing the insides of your thighs while you come to. Your heart races for a fair few minutes, though eventually you find enough of your wits to smile at what just went on.
"I that think-" You shake your head, words jumbling in the aftermath of your release. "I think that proves how much you love me. God, Kieran- you're perfect."
You whine when Kieran withdraws his fingers. That whine quickly turns into a moan when he licks them clean, cheeks hollowed to lap up every last bit of you that remains. "I don't think it does… we're gonna need three more rounds at least before I believe it."
And really, who are you to deny him?
"Better get to work then Tierney," you grin, settling back on the pillows and spreading your legs further, "Because the sun is setting. Tick tock."
#kieran tierney fantasy#kieran tierney fanfic#kieran tierney imagine#kieran tierney#kieran tierney fic#kieran tierney fanfiction#kieran tierney smut#kieran tierney one shot#jac writes#forbidden fruit
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Would you still love me the same - John Stones
Request: Can we have a John fic where he hasn’t played that great but you just comfort him like it’s okay, it’s your first game of the season 🥺💙
Warning: some sexual innuendos but most of all fluffy
Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @stonesyy
Newcastle - Manchester City didn't go as smoothly as planned: in the first half the Premier League champions were losing 2 - 1 but then, thanks to two goals by Bernardo and Erling, they succeeded in getting a draw, ending up 3 -3.
That also happened to be John's first game of the season and he surely expected a better result to kick off the new season.
Despite he sounded calm and positive during the Instagram story he recorded for City where he thanked the fans for the support, hoping to get 3 points in the next game, he felt frustrated as he couldn't help the team in the way he wanted to and show Pep he deserved his place in the starting line-up.
You were at home, waiting for his comeback, ready to spend the rest of the night comforting him. A good, warm bath that's what he needed, with his favourite bath salts, jasmine and vanilla candles lit up at the angles of the tub, giving the room the perfect light for such a romantic and relaxing moment.
"I'm home" His sad and serious voice announced he was finally home, followed by your front door slamming shut.
"Babe?" He raised his eyebrows as you weren't waiting for him on the sofa as you'd usually do on match days.
"Upstairs!"
John followed the sound of your voice, leaving his backpack at the entrance of your shared house and climbed the stairs that would have taken him to you.
You welcomed him home with the softest smile on your lips, getting on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck. The disappointment was still visible on his face as he didn't do the slightest effort to put a smile on his face. He held your body against his by placing your hands on your hips.
"You know I love you so much?"
John huffed looking at some unspecified point on the wall and sighed loudly.
"I played so poorly today and then -"
"Shh, that's okay" You whispered, brushing your index finger over his pulpy lips. "I have the best surprise waiting for you" You got back on your feet to move to the side so he could have a look at the bathroom fully prepared for him.
John was a bit hesitant but entered the semi-dark room, smiling when he saw the tub full of soap bubbles and the candles on it.
"Do you like it?" You hugged him from behind, his larger hand covering your smaller ones.
"That's so cool but you didn't have to"
"Only the best to cheer my gorgeous boyfriend up"
"You're so cheesy today" He giggled.
"I just hate seeing you like that…seize the moment cause you know I won't be a cheesy girlfriend for too long"
John smiled and helped you taking your t-shirt off, before discarding his own clothes.
He entered the tub first, releasing a satisfied moan as soon as his body came in contact with the warm water. You smiled watching as he closed his eyes for a moment, leaning his head backwards, the candle light reflecting on his perfect curls.
"Come here"
You took off your underwear and joined him, sitting in front of him.
"What are you doing there? Come here"
You'd usually sit between his legs but that time you wanted him to fully relax without being too clingy so you sat opposite him, on the other end of the tub.
"You're the one who needs to be taken care of so you should come to me"
John groaned and closed his eyes once again. He always looked so good but even more so when he was relaxed and peaceful.
You teased him by propping your feet against his toned chest, you knew he'd have grabbed them and placed them down on his thighs.
"Have you seen the game?"
"Yes"
"And what do you think?"
"It doesn't matter what I think" You opened up your eyes and crawled towards him. "It's only the first game of the season and it's okay you didn't play as good as you would have liked to. You need to get minutes under your belt so you can improve and be the best centre-back in the world, cause I know you can do that. I believe in you" As you kept on talking, you straddled him, your hands gently travelling over his facial features.
"The best in the world, really?" He sniggered.
"Well, maybe the best in the UK"
He smiled and kissed your forehead. "Thank you. You should come and talk to Pep"
"I really should, I'd be like hey baldy, why don't you put my boyfriend on the pitch more? He deserves it plus he looks so hot he could beat the opponents thanks to his beauty only"
John laughed and blushed, squeezing your hips in his hands. "Better if you don't talk to him"
You laughed too, kissing him on the lips.
His fingers were firmly placed on your sides, brushing your lower back up and down. Your hands were keeping his head in place against yours, as the kiss was getting deeper and deeper making you moan directly in his mouth.
When you got up from him it was just to share some more caresses somewhere else over your bodies and to wash each other up, your mouths following the path that had just been traced by the spongein the most sensual yet gentle manner.
When your lips parted you nuzzled in his neck as John would lay lingering kisses over your neck, shoulder and behind your ear.
Those silent cuddles were your favourite part, where you didn't have to say a word to show how much you loved each other because those soft touches would speak for themselves.
"Love?"
Later on, after having dried each other up and dressed into something cozy, you went to prepare some dinner while John relaxed on the sofa.
He was surely talking to someone from his family or to Kyle even but you knew something wasn't right as you heard him recording a voice note with the saddest voice: he was thinking about the game he had that day once again.
"Mhh?"
"Would you mind coming here?"
He got up from the sofa and stood closer to you, near the stove.
The frown that wrinkled his face the moment he came back home appeared again the moment he stood there, scrolling through his phone rather absentmindedly, clearly reading some mean comments or jokes about his performance.
You sighed, seeing him like that made you feel miserable, powerless.
"Who were you talking to?"
"Kyle. We were just discussing about some comments people did"
"What did I tell you about those comments?"
"Not to read them but it's nearly impossible, they're all over the web"
"Baby, you know they don't mean anything, those are just comments made by some frustrated people who think they have the right to judge you, they don't care about you. Or better, they care about you only when you win or deliver a good performance"
He hugged you from behind, laying his chin on your head, a thing he would usually like to do to make you notice how much shorter you were compared to him; at that moment he also wanted to feel you closer and that was a good way to show his need to you.
"Babe"
"You're the baby one here"
You giggled, stroking his hand placed on your tummy.
"I said babe, not baby"
"I love you" John happened to say those words first rarely so every time he did your heart skipped a beat.
"I love you more" You smiled, bringing your left hand to brush his forearm wrapped around your figure.
"I'm hungry" He muttered, biting on your shoulder playfully.
"I'm not on the menu"
"Why not? You're my favourite dish"
"Can I have a taste?"
You rolled your eyes blushing, as he moved his head to the side to take in your reaction
A grin was plastered on his lips as you tried to look away, focusing on the pot before you in an unsuccesful attempt not to hide your reaction from him.
"You already did"
"Not really, cockwarming doesn't count"
Your face turned crimson, feeling a bit hot too.
John started giggling, leaving a kiss on your temple.
"You're so cute when you act all shy and embarrassed"
"Stop it" You smiled, batting his hands away from your body.
John left one final kiss on your head, in the spot behind your ear, before leaving you.
"Y/N?"
"Mhh?"
"Would you still love me even after scoring an own goal?"
In that very moment he looked like a big, sweet child and that was so endearing, the most precious soul that deserved all the love and protection you could grant him. Seeing him like that, snatched your heart a smile that soon moved up to your lips.
"Even more"
That night you realised how lucky you got with him by your side and you couldn’t stop thinking about that, as you laid awake watching him asleep: his eyelashes tickling his cheeks, his plumpy lips touching, the quiet snores coming from them. He looked like an angel that God decided to gift you with and you couldn’t be more grateful.
Your smile grew wider and you covered his hand with yours.
You would have liked to let your fingers run all over his bare back but you feared you might have woken him up so you just stayed there still, admiring him.
He hummed and moved in his sleep to let his arm around you, his left hand softly grabbing your boob as a way to feel you near, to know you were still there no matter what. The contact of his hot palm against your hotter skin was the feeling he loved the most, that calmed him instantly.
All was good.
#john stones#john stones x reader#john stones x y/n#john stones imagines#john stones fics#john stones fluff#john stones smut#mcfc#manchester city imagines#manchester city fics#premier league#premier league imagines#premier league fics#england nt#england nt imagines#england nt fics#football imagines#football fics#football writing#football fanfictions
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thinking about the way when i interact with fellow aussies on here I see so much disappointment about how they didn't come here on their last tour. how sydney 5sos fans are a different brand of human i'm not really sure how to describe (we all freaked out when we went to the same concert lauren was at for example). thinking about how the australian leg of take my hand tour felt like it was almost its own thing, sandwiched between the gap after the bulk of the tour before it and that short gap before they announced the most recent tour after it--almost as if it was meant to bridge both of those tours. how they played in newcastle and on the gold coast and it wasn't quite cairns or coffs but it was a bit more than your state capitals headline tour. how, with the exception of the big four, we often don't realise how small our cities are on a global scale. there are only 27 million of us on this desert island.
thinking about how they wrote easy for you to say and had to perform it on tour six months before its actual release, it was so important to this setlist, to the vibe, and how it's about nostalgia and missing sydney and they finished the tour in sydney and it makes me wonder, i can kind of guess when the song means the same thing to me, how much it hurts to be able to perform here and yet not be able to stay for longer than a holiday. and yet they do do that for us, put on shows about as regularly as any other artist does. even if they didn't play splendour in the grass. or falls festival. even if it's been four years since fire fight australia, it was only months ago sierra was promoting beyond blue as a charity to donate to. friends of friends did some fundraiser for a youth centre in blacktown: maybe I have to look to see it, but I can see the impact they've left.
and then I see how happy they all seem to look when they've gotten a chance to hang out in australia. ashton covering songs in the heat. calum obviously having a blast. luke dropping sydney pics that were assumedly from before it got really hot, looking carefree, a familiar skyline and familiar urban graffiti. the way when michael arrived in perth for the first time after lockdown he simply had to tell us all right away. and i've always kind of seen them coming back here for good? heck, joel madden even assumed right on his podcast some of them might have already. the way ashton doesn't have a dog in the states, and how i've always seen him with an aussie. the way luke integrates seamlessly into the life and culture of the inner west area; and calum carries blue mountains vibes with him wherever he goes, as michael does with the sydney pop punk scene. we know brandy and sierra at least love australia--i was actually fangirling about sierra in their comments with the veronicas just the other day (bless them for deciding my comment was something that needed to replying to). while crystal does have a massive group of usamerican friends and family I can see her enjoying the vegan places in melbourne and brisbane (they're coming to sydney too. the inner west and parts of the north side are almost there) and maybe being a little more hopeful about politics. I can also see it being a really healthy place to raise lua.
maybe it's the hopefulness of an urban designer who sees the impact of art and culture and having people around who create for a living on our cities, but maybe I see myself in 20 years bringing my kids to see them play and being able to tell the story of a series of songs (red desert, efyts, whatever is next in the theme in the works for 5sos6 as well as the solo stuff like a lot of wfttwtaf and boy) and how they figured out what we all have to, how to find and create a place that's home to you--because it's actually a pretty likely event. and i love seeing the evolution from the 'let's get out' / 'worked every weekend just to get out of town' vibe of self titled and sgfg to now. I really do want them all to feel like they can relax now after so many years of working and depriving themselves of the love that comes from belonging (I do feel like we've heard more about it from luke and ash specifically) and I also get the subtle vibes of where that might happen. and how much it might hurt when they don't get to have that. what did they do for aussies? gave us hope that we could make it, in whatever we want to do and whatever success means for us. maybe it's just me though. for now. maybe i've got the expectations of someone who grew up unable to afford things like concerts mixed with the anticipation for this june. I hope i'm not projecting, but also, the empathy I feel when I see myself in someone is usually spot on.
so idk. one day i'm gonna design some really classy public housing made to unfuck the status quo and i'm gonna raise money to build it and sierra will write a song and say she's doing a donation to this charity in australia doing things about homelessness and the class divide and it's gonna help me fund it. that's just one option of something i can see going down that's not completely unrealistic if very very optimistic but it's how i live my life. but i'll go to a 5sos concert eventually. i'll play their songs i've arranged with an orchestra one day too and we'll do it impressively, noticeably. i don't really know what else i'm supposed to expect? I know my experience is worlds away from many people's. but these guys inspire me to create and I don't really need anything else to do that.
#will add that i think if they were to move back here it would be something that would require work to be better than as kids#because it was never perfect for them to begin with and we do all deserve better than to pick the less uncomfortable uncomfortable option#fr though sierra + the australian music industry is just#like i really feel like she's at home there. more so than 5sos even#australia#5sos5 city#what am i talking about#i feel like it's just my experience really#official efyts post#nfattne tour brisbane#5sos#5 seconds of summer#luke hemmings#ashton irwin#calum hood#michael clifford#sierra deaton#almondmilkhunni#crystal leigh
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my love for you is infinite - part14
Santiago Garcia x afab!reader(Darcy)
note: pride and prejudice (2005) but with triple frontier boys because why not lol
word count: 677
warnings: shenanigans continue
you can also read it on ao3.
part13 - part15 - masterlist
Ben's triumphant face could be seen miles away. He climbs out of a carriage with Wickham. His mother kisses him, effusively but Mr. Bennet just coldly bows.
William shrieks with envy. Santiago moves away, he cannot bear it. Wickham tries to catch his eye, but he ignores him.
***
They are taking their seats for dinner. The maid has laid the food on the table. Ben holds up his hand, to display the ring to everyone.
“You must all go to Brighton, for that is the place to get husbands! I hope you have half my good luck.”
“Ben!” says Santiago, furious.
Wickham looking uncomfortable. He's talking to the stony-faced Mr. Bennet.
“I’ve been enlisted in a regiment in the north of England, sir.”
“I’m glad to hear of it.”
“Near Newcastle. We shall travel there next week.”
“Can I come and stay with you?” William cuts them.
“That is out of the question.” Mr. Bennet scowls.
Meanwhile, Ben is rattling on to Santiago.
“Well, Monday morning came and I was in such a fuss.”
“I don't want to hear.”
“- there was my aunt, preaching and talking away just as if she was reading a sermon, she was horrid unpleasant.”
“Can’t you understand why?”
“- but I didn't hear a word because I was thinking of my dear Wickham. I longed to know whether he would be married in his blue coat. And then my uncle was called away from the church on business and I thought - who is to be our best man if he doesn't come back? Lucky, he did come back or I would have had to ask Miss Darcy-“
“Miss Darcy?”
Ben claps his hand to his mouth “I forgot! I shouldn't have said a word!”
“ Miss Darcy was at your wedding?”
“She was the one that discovered us! She knew where to find Wickham, you see. But don't tell anyone! She told me not to tell!”
Santiago stares at him. Darcy at his wedding?
“Miss Darcy?”
“Oh stop it, Santiago. Miss Darcy's not half as high and mighty as you, sometimes.”
***
Santiago comes into the garden, looking for her younger sister: Wickham detaches himself from others and comes over to him. A rueful smile.
“I hope we can be even better friends, now we're family.”
An attempt at a twinkling smile, but Santiago is now immune to his charm. He nods, briefly.
“I hear you visited Pemberley. My dear old home.”
Santiago nods “I met Miss Darcy's sister.”
“Did you like her?”
“Very much. We found a great deal to talk about.”
A beat. Wickham looks deeply uneasy. He bows and leaves. Santiago hurries up to Ben and draws him aside.
“ Why was Miss Darcy there?”
“ I'm not supposed to tell.”
Santiago abandons his pride. He takes Ben's hand.
“ Please, Ben! Please, please tell me.”
“ Because she paid for it.”
Santiago stares “ For what?”
“ The wedding, Wickham's commission. Everything.” Ben says carelessly.
“ Everything?”
“ Ben! It's your turn!” Wickham calls.
Ben moves to go.
“ People kept saying Wickham owed them money, it was so tedious. So Darcy settled his debts but I don't really like her, do you?”
Santiago pulls him back.
“ Why? Why did she do it?
“ I don't know, do I? Anyway you're not to tell because it's supposed to be our uncle who paid, and he wouldn't have minded paying, either, because I'm his favorite.”
He leaves. Santiago looks blank with shock.
***
Ben and Wickham are leaving. Mr. Bennet stands at a distance. Mrs. Bennet sobs as the maids take out the luggage.
“ Write to me of ten, my dear!”
“ Married people never have much time for writing. My brothers may write to me! They'll have nothing else to do.”
“ Oh there is nothing so bad as parting with one’s children! One seems so forlorn without them.”
Mrs. Bennet is genuinely bereft. Santiago is about to say something but thinks the better of it and instead, gives his mother a hug.
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One After 909
This is a John song, though Paul strongly disputes that it was John's alone. These are the first times 909 makes an appearance, but we'll discuss later appearances as they appear in the recording catalogue. This was eventually included on Let It Be, but it was originally recorded on the second of the Forthlin Road tapes, in June/July 1960.
There are two versions on the tape.
Version 1:
This appears to have John singing lead, and Paul singing high harmony. This is the way the song is done going forward as well.
However,
Version 2:
In this version Paul seems to be singing lead with John singing high harmony. It makes sense that they would try recording the song in different configurations, but it's interesting to hear Paul sing lead on a John song. Makes us wonder if maybe Paul was telling the truth and it wasn't just a John song.
The drums are most likely being played by Paul's brother Mike, and the bass would be Stu.
The strumming (in both versions) is clearly meant to evoke a train sound, we assume this was an invention of Paul's. (This guess is largely based on Paul's train-like drum pattern he got Ringo to do for "Ticket To Ride").
Lyrics:
Well, my baby says she's trav'ling on the one after 909
She said move over honey I'm travelling on that line
She said move over once, move over twice
Come on baby don't be cold as ice.
Said she's trav'ling on the one after 909
Well I begged her not to go
and I begged her on a bended knee,
She said you're only fooling around,
she's only fucking around with me.
I said move over once, move over twice
Come on baby don't be cold as ice.
Said she's trav'ling on the one after 909
Picked up my bags, run to the station
Railman says you've got the wrong location yeah
pick up my bags, run right home
Then I find I've got the number wrong yeah
Said she's trav'ling on the one after 909
I Said move over honey I'm travelling on that line
she said move over once, move over twice
Come on baby don't be cold as ice.
Said she's traveling on the one after 909.
Picked up my bags, run to the station
Railman says you've got the wrong location yeah
pick up my bags, run right home
Then I find I've got the number wrong yeah
She said she's trav'ling on the one after 909 woo
Move over honey I'm travelling on that line woo
Said move over once, move over twice
Come on baby don't be cold as ice.
Said she's trav'ling on the one after 9 0,
Said she's trav'ling on the one after 9 0,
Said she's trav'ling on the one after 9 0,
Said she's trav'ling on the one after 9 0,
We'll leave discussion of Paul's 1969 reaction to the song (seen in Peter Jackson's Get Back) until much later.
Though we have one really outrageous theory. In John's 1980 Playboy interview he said:
"That was something I wrote when I was about seventeen. I lived at 9 Newcastle Road. I was born on the ninth of October, the ninth month [sic]. It’s just a number that follows me around, but, numerologically, apparently I’m a number six or a three or something, but it’s all part of nine."
So in some way maybe the song has to do with his birthday. 9 09 would be the American way to notate a date, which makes sense considering the song was based on American train songs, according to Paul in Barry Miles' Many Years From Now
It has great memories for me of John and I trying to write a bluesy freight-train song. There were a lot of those songs at the time, like ‘Midnight Special’, ‘Freight Train’, ‘Rock Island Line’, so this was the ‘One After 909’; she didn’t get the 909, she got the one after it! It was a tribute to British Rail, actually. No, at the time we weren’t thinking British, it was much more the Super Chief from Omaha.
If the song is somehow related to John's birthday, even though John was born in the 10th month, not the 9th, though maybe that's why it's the one after 909 would be 1009, maybe it isn't as straight forward as we think. Also between George's dad was in charge of bus routes in Liverpool, and Paul was obsessed with buses. It's possible the 909 was a real bus that held personal significance.
ADDITION:
When we first listened to this track, we didn't have much to say on the track itself, but now that we can hear it clearer, it's very clear that the lyrics they say aren't "fooling" but "fucking."
There are all sorts of studio chatter audios where they swear, but it rarely happens in songs, so this is kind of unique and exciting.
It's also worth noting that Paul is at least a word behind John the entire first half of the song. Maybe the song isn't as old as Paul said, maybe it was new in 1960, or maybe this was just the first time Paul wasn't just playing on it. We can speculate but can't know for sure, but what we do know is, for some reason Paul didn't know the lyrics very well.
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NaNoWriMo Approaches
Time to announce my projects! Yes that's right, projects. I may be being foolish but this NaNo I'll be working on two projects at once. One I wanted to write and the other I wanted to write but realized I needed to do it earlier. So I thought do both! That way even if I don't reach the goal I have words on both!
A Curiosity Piqued - The Medallion Heist
Genre: Mystery/ Fantasy/ Action
Set in an alternate magic as a science version of our world A Curiosity Piqued is a series of mystery Novella's following the lives of characters and exploring the world's worldbuilding.
There is an interesting exhibit opening at a museum in Newcastle, unfortunately during the opening night celebrations an item is stolen and they are coming back for the centrepiece... the very cursed centrepiece.
Expect: confident thieves, chases, intrigue, off the books investigation, museum heists, cursed artefacts
Magic Act
Genre: YA Romance/ Mystery/ Fantasy/ Horror
Magic Act is a mix of mystery and romance set in a magical hidden world. Its a story about a trans kid who sees something they shouldn't have seen and while escaping they end up falling into the hidden away magical pocket dimension home to fae and other folklore beings. Unfortunately the being they were running from is also there, they have to fake magic to keep up the act of belonging in the city and the magical academy. Its a hard job to trick the fae but they have help… but can they trust that help?
Expect: Fae, blue orange morality, awkward first crush, questionable trust, I'm terrified and can't trust you to awkward crush I'm not sure I should have, magic tricks, pretending to be a fae, fish out of water
Please feel free to send any asks about these projects my way! I will happily answer them!
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𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 - 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚
𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓
I was currently out for lunch with Phoebe, her mum, and my granny as a little girl's lunch for a catchup, We'd usually do this back in my town in London but since I'm back home we went to a little café that we adored.
"Oh it is lovely to see you pet back in Newcastle" Alice, Phoebe's mum, spoke.
"Thank you, I'm enjoying being back" I spoke before sipping on my wine.
"Well I for one have missed you a lot and I'm sure I'm not the only one aye Jacq?" Phoebe addressed my granny while she ordered.
"Of course I did, it's my little girl but I did not miss you playing electric guitar at one am that's for sure missy" She joked with a stern look.
"Oh please you love it gran" I joked back.
"Gran me again missy and I will lock away that guitar again" She warned.
We all laughed it off as they sank into a conversation about missing me. These were the moments I had missed while in London. The lunches there just aren't the same casual family feeling between us all. I will never be able to forgive him for giving me the ambition to leave my favourite people that I needed by my side.
"You okay Bella?" Pheebs questioned, noticing my absence in the question and the only one knowing what had happened the night before.
I had rang her after I had calmed myself down, ranting for hours about the words that had been spoken. Her hatred was definitely fueled towards him and I did not blame her one little bit anymore.
"Yeah I'm fine, just missed these lunches" I hummed, picking up my glass to cheer with the others.
We had a lovely lunch talking about everything from teenage memories, to boys and anything else possible. My mind was distracted for the first time in a while and I had genuine smiles. I adored these women with all I had.
My phone suddenly buzzed by the side of me and I reached over to check it to be met with a message I was not expecting.
Dean: Hiya Bella, heard from the whispers of the streets you are back home. Me and the lads are missing our lil songwriter. Was wondering whether you wanted to have a few drinks with me and the lads tonight at the Low Lights. Sam will be there but we can defend you as well as Pheebs if she wants to join. Love ya lots Bella x
"Pheebs look at this" I spoke, showing her my phone. Shock reaching her face as well.
"Oh crikey. I think we should go though. I know you miss the lads and so do I and it could be fun. You can't spend the whole trip with us lot and can't him determine what we do. Come on" She spoke wisely. I nodded in agreement.
Arabella: Of course, we will come. Missed you bairns a lot as well, see you tonight x
"What's going on darling?" My granny questioned, confused by the interaction.
"Nothing just Dean asked if we wanted to go for a few down the Low Lights tonight with the lads" I explained to her.
"That sounds grand. I always loved Dean, he used to look right after you when you were bairns" She awed.
"Aye Dean is lovely, a little troublemaker but looked after you too for sure" Alice agreed.
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It was now a little bit later and we were sat in Phoebe's flat with vinyls blasting getting ready. I sat on her floor with a glass of wine, fixing my makeup from this morning. I didn't want to go all out as it was the Low Lights but if he was there I had to show I was fine after yesterday.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Phoebe asked while doing her mascara in the bathroom.
"Just thinking about seeing everyone and him after yesterday yanno," I tell her honestly.
"Arabella if you can do half of the stuff you have done you can face a few old friends. And for him just ignore him, you're home and you can't let him ruin how you felt about Shields this morning" She advised, pointing the mascara tube at me for emphasis making me laugh.
Soon enough we dressed in our outfits taking a few pictures before setting off to the Low Lights.
"Ready?" She asked linking arms like usual.
"As I ever will," I said nodding causing us to chuckle a little.
We made our quick walk to the little pub, talking about anything that came to our minds. It was Phoebe's trick to keep me distracted as my nerves increased the closer we got.
"Here we go," She says opening the familiar doors.
Straight away we are approached by a group of rowdy boys, cheering our names making a smile come to my face. I was pulled into hugs, the first one of course being Dean.
"Oh I have missed ya wor lass," He said in my ear as he pulled away.
"Missed you too Deano" I reply, patting his shoulder.
Soon enough Tom pulled me into him, muttering a missed you. He had always been the big brother of the group. Then soon enough I was introduced to a few new people that had joined the group.
"Hiya I'm Joe, part of Sam's band. I've heard a lot about you from Deano. Must be a special lass" He said, pulling me into a hug and I could tell I already liked him. He seemed like a good laugh.
Another lad then came over to me, tripping over slightly making the whole group erupt in laughter.
"Cheers lads," He said to the group of boys before turning back around. "Hey, I'm Drew. Drummer of Sam's band" He explained, reaching his hand out.
"I'm not gonna bite Drew, you can give us a hug like. Nothing special here" I said, gesturing to myself before hugging him.
Then I met the final new one, another Tom who explained he was the bassist of the group. They all seemed like a good laugh and I knew that's why Sam had liked them.
Speaking of the devil, I looked up to be connected with his ocean blue eyes staring back at me. Neither of us moved for a second until a voice spoke up.
"Well we better get a drink than join ya lads" Phoebe spoke up, witnessing the eye contact.
"No need. Got your drinks and seats right here next to me" Dean pointed to the two spaces next to him which were far away from him. I knew that was his plan from the wink that came my way as I sat down.
I straight away gulped half my pint down as I laid eyes on it. "Oi oi, can see why the lads love ya so much now" Joe spoke in response to my actions causing us to laugh.
Soon enough we were all in conversation about what I've been up to and teenage memories. Dean was careful enough to not go near the topic of me and Sam which the other lads followed.
However, as much as I avoided the blonde lad, I could feel his eyes laid on me watching my every move. Making me wonder if Dean had told the lads about our relationship. Or why they said only Dean talked about me? Could he still not talk about me?
I stopped my brain from spiraling by downing the drink in front of me before the next round came.
"Steady on Bella. I'm getting flashbacks to when you were sixteen knocking 'em back like they were note" Tom laughed, recalling one of my drunken moments.
"Aye well, I believe I was a bit of a mess then. Some things never change" I mutter the words, finally reaching his eyes again.
"Yeah, I remember you and Sam were like all over each other. Disgusting sight, I'll tell you that" He says, crumbling his face up at the memory.
"Well, that's in the past now," I say with a bitter smile on my face as I turn to Dean.
"You alright lass?" He asked, knowing right now wouldn't be the easiest for me.
"Yeah, I'm alright. Got my best mate back ain't I?" I smile at him as he put his arm around me.
"Never went anywhere" He whispered in my ear while Phoebe turned to us.
"Did I hear something about best friends?" She asked, whipping her head around.
"Yep, saying Deano's my best mate" I joke as she acts offended.
We joke around as a little trio for a few minutes like back in the old days. It was nice, I had missed our little moments.
"Sam you have a face like a smacked arse mate. What's up? Got no lasses tonight or something?" Drew questioned the boy in the corner as I stared at the table. Feeling like something had stabbed my heart at the thought of him with girls.
"I need air" I spoke suddenly, walking towards the door.
"Drew what the fuck" I heard Dean shout.
"What? They were years ago" Drew shouts back and I heard a chair scrape across the floor. I was certain it was Phoebe.
I got outside and slid down the brick wall next to the doors, feeling my heartache and breathing increase.
"Drew can be an idiot" Sam spoke as he joined me in my place.
"You should go back inside," I said, standing back up and creating distance.
"I don't always have girls Arabella. He just thought it was funny since I've been single since I met him" He spoke, standing up close to me
"It's not my business. Go back inside" I spoke bitterly, turning around.
He didn't say anything but instead stood behind me as I caught my breathing. I knew he was thinking of something, but I still knew him better than anyone.
My body kept tensing up at my thoughts and stress. I knew he could see it in my shoulders.
He stepped a step closer to my back before placing a kiss on my neck, trying to soothe me.
Do not give in Arabella. It's a trick.
Then his hand came to my arm. There it was. The familiar touch.
Ignore the feeling. It's not safe.
"Rose. Turn around please" He whispered in my ear and I was back under his spell like that.
I did as he said but did not dare to look at his face. Instead, my eyes were firmly set on the floor beneath us. Until his fingers came to my chin and he pulled my face to look at his.
I took the silence and moment between us to admire him for the first time tonight. It was an instinct of mine that I had always done in these moments between us but this one felt different. The connection felt different between us.
His face was illuminated by the street lights around and the moonlight showing the blonde in his hair. His hair was messy but that kind of messy that gave me butterflies. There was a patch of stubble on his chin, showing our age difference since the last time we stood like this. My eyes flickered over every single detail I could find. I knew what he was waiting for and what a subconscious part of me was waiting for. I knew to resist.
"I'm surprised Phoebe hasn't come out" I whispered to him.
"I told her not to. And since she never listens to me, I'm guessing Tom is doing us a favour thinking we need to talk. Then Dean will be getting protective and having a small go at everyone while also filling everyone in slightly on us if I know our lot" He whispered back, moving small bits of hair out of my face while drawing shapes on my hip bone.
"They are more your lot than mine these days" I whisper back.
"Never, you will always have a place in our group. A place everywhere. A place in my soul" He whispered, looking into my eyes again.
Right then and there, I didn't want to move. I knew I should but the feeling I had was enough for the rest of my life being stood there. I didn't give myself time to think before I did my next actions.
I moved my hand up to his neck before pulling his face down toward mine. We looked at each other before our lips connected. His soft lips moved against mine and my hand moved to his little hairs.
There it was, the feeling I had the last time. The explosion of butterflies, safety, adrenaline, and home. A different kind of feeling from what I had when we kissed back when we were sixteen. I knew what I wanted then even if I was to regret it. I just wanted one night between us to explore this new feeling. To be with him.
"Come on" He whispers as if he could read my mind.
"I have a free house" I whisper as we stop to kiss again.
We make the quick walk to my house which ends up being longer as we keep stopping to kiss. Both of us not wanting to ruin the moment.
As soon as we step into my hallway, he picks me up and kisses me making me let out a squeal and causing the man in front of me to smirk. We instantly go back into a kiss like we shared outside the Low Lights. Slow and soft but with all the tension and need.
His lips moved to my neck and jaw while I let out moans and played with his hair. Soon enough he found my sweet spot causing me to move against his hard-on that was growing making him let out a groan. Before I could even register, he was carrying me upstairs to my bedroom.
The door shut behind us as we entered he put me down and pressed me up against the wall, continuing his attack. While I moved my hand down towards his trapped cock, palming him causing him to groan against my neck.
"Jump" He groaned in my ear as he picked me up again and dropped me onto my bed.
He made his way on top of me after we had both shaken off our shoes. I straight away yanked at his top, signally for him to take it off. He pulled it over his head and my hands instantly roamed his chest while he cupped my breasts through my crop top.
I couldn't take this teasing any longer and I started grinding against him. His hands soon came to my top, ripping it off and repeating his actions with my skirt. Leaving me in my pants and bra in front of his eyes.
He stepped off the bed to take off the rest of his clothes and get a condom out of his jeans ready. That's when the reality hit me. That here I was with him once again in the most vulnerable way possible as I stripped myself of the last bits. Yet there was no fear in my body because his touch made me feel safe. Not safe in the way it will last for a day or so but that safe you know never disappears.
He looked me in the eyes and we shared a smile before I tried to cover up causing him to reach out and stop my hands.
"You're beautiful Rose" He whispered as he got back on top of me, placing kisses down my body.
He spent time on my breasts, placing kisses on my nipple while the other one was being rubbed back and forth between his thumb and finger.
My moans were echoing through the room as my head went further back into the pillow beneath my head.
"Sam" I moaned out beneath him.
"What baby?" He said, looking up at me with his ocean eyes and I could of came right then and there at the sight.
"I need you" I whispered into his eyes.
He nodded and continued his trail of kisses before placing little ones on my clit making my moans even louder. He worked his tongue over my clit before deciding to fuck me with it. His thumb worked my clit while his tongue worked my hole.
"Sam I'm getting close" I whispered as my hips jerked towards him.
"Not yet baby. Going to cum on my dick okay?" He said as I nodded in response.
He came up to my lips and kissed me once again. I could taste myself in his mouth which made this whole moment a whole lot more hotter if I'm being honest. He aligned himself with me after rolling the condom on, entering me causing us both to let out a moan.
His pace was slow at the beginning while you shared kisses before he sped up causing your nails to mark his back while he groaned into your neck repeatedly. That was a sound you wanted on repeat as it caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach.
"Nobody could make me feel like you do" He whispered in my ear as we both got closer to our highs.
"Cum when I say so," He says but I couldn't respond as you felt too weak.
He attacked my lips as his pace slowed due to nearing his high.
"Now" He whispered against my lips as you both released.
We stared at each other for a minute, contemplating what had just happened before falling next to each other. Sam put his arm out behind me for me to put your head on his chest.
"That was something else" I whispered into the room.
"It's not like that with others" He whispered.
"There's a different feeling than there was back then" I whispered, scared to bring then up.
"I know how you feel. It's like it's new but it's not" He explained in a few words but I knew what he meant.
We didn't have to say anything else, we lay in a comfortable silence before falling asleep entangled in each other's arms sharing kisses.
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so...yeah. that happened, how are we all feeling after reading the first smut of the book. a dramatic one for sure. i actually loved writing this, like i could picture every bit of it. sorry it starts off slow. love ya x
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