#where she went to liverpool for a vacation

[lomltrentarnold]

❛ alleged girlfriend. ❜ — trent alexander-arnold

❪ part one / part two ❫

‣ warning : fem!reader, somewhat fake relationship au but not really, trent and reader aren’t really dating but there are rumours 👀 and they are not denying anything sigh, flirting, i think they like each other idk 🤷‍♀️

‣ hana’s notes : i really liked writing this concept idk why 😭 it was making me smiling and shit 😭 maybe i’ll do more fake relationship au with trent!! hope yall enjoy this mwah 🫶

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trent never really liked parties. sometimes its way too loud, way too stuffy, and way too many people. if it was his teammates or friends he was fine. but sometimes it was strangers that just loves to ask too many questions that he feels like he’s in an interview more than a conversation. some just wanted to hear the drama about the transfers and relationships rumours.

“so trent, the fans want to know if you’re seeing someone or not.”

speaking of relationship rumours.

trent involuntary scrunched his face. if he hears that question one more time or anything related to that he is going to go crazy. the amount of times he has to dodge answering that question this night alone was insane.

it all started with a viral tweet recently that went out on how trent was always “seen” with this one person, a girl specifically, over these past weeks. everyone went haywire with assumptions. articles were posted, people were flooding his dms and his ig posts are full of comments about this mysterious girl.

who? when? how?!

“hello, pardon, i’m so sorry to interrupt, but can i steal him for a bit.”

timing couldn’t have been anymore perfect.

he snapped his head towards you so fast, you can positively hear his neck crack. with the sound of your voice, he could suddenly feel the clouds clearing, the room felt less stuffy, the birds were chirping and everything seemed fine.

your hands wrapped around trent’s forearm, moving to stand close to him, as you smiled politely at the person in front of him.

in all honesty you have been keeping your eyes on him ever since you saw an interviewer that you recognised speaking to him. with trent’s body language, anyone could tell that he wanted to get out of that conversation. so you excuse yourself from your friends and made your way to trent, a strategy already in mind.

the person nodded their head quickly, “yes, yes of course miss.” before they cheekily added, “wouldn’t want to keep you away from your man.”

trent internally cringed, he doesn’t want you to be embarrassed but instead he heard you giggle, your hands squeezing his bicep tighter. but trent knows you, he knows that was not your real laugh.

but when he turned to look at you, he can see that your eyes were sparkling, you were wearing an adorable smile that pulls on his heartstrings, the lights of the room making your skin all glowy and he thinks he might pass out.

as you both bid your goodbyes, trent immediately rested his warm hand at your back, guiding you through the room. you both ended up in a secluded area, hoping that it was out of the eyes of other people. but that proved wrong because you could feel every pair of eyes on you and trent as you both walked together.

leaning against a wall, you turned to look into his brown eyes that you have become fond of. you smiled at him, eyes involuntary dropping down to his rose tinted lips as he licked them, before it curls into one of his pretty grin that never fails to make you swoon.

suddenly you look over trent’s shoulder, you saw a group of people taking picture of both of you.

you can already see the tweets.

trent alexander-arnold seen with the same girl at a party last night!

trent alexander-arnold getting cozy with someone?

is trent alexander-arnold in a relationship? or is it just casual?

is trent alexander-arnold no longer single?

you smile dropped, and trent grew concerned, “what is it?”

you looked at him, an apology ready in your mind. “i’m so sorry. you just looked uncomfortable and i thought i’d came in and save you. but i am so sorry if that was crossing a line. because with the way it looked we aren’t beating the rumours anytime soon.” you rambled.

trent shook his head, a chuckle leaving his lips. “nah, it’s fine. thank you for savin’ me.” he smirked, at your relief face before a teasing look appeared on his face, “but, ya didn’t say anything when the guy said i was ‘your man’.”

you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore how your heart was beating like crazy, —this gorgeous man was standing right in front of you. you could smell his cologne, you needed to calm down— “you’re very welcome by the way.”

with the smirk never leaving his face, he took a step forward towards you, closing in on your space. you could see his dimples better like this.

“aren’t worried that people are going take our pictures together? with the rumours?” you voiced out, concern plastered on your face.

he shrugged, “nah, not really. reporters say a lot of things, doesn’t really bother me.”

you slowly nodded your head in understanding, lips pursed as a second of silence passed. “so…”

“so…” trent coughed out, he moved between the balls of his feet, “wanna get out of here?” he whispered, scrunching his nose in a way that has you smiling like a lovesick fool.

your nervously looked to the crowd, seeing if anybody was still staring. when you were positive no one was, you looked at trent, nodding with a smile, “yeah, okay.” you took his hand in yours, missing the way his eyes went wide and a shy smile appeared on his lips.

he interlock your fingers together, “let’s go, then.”

you don’t think you’re going to beat the allegations anytime soon.

tell me what you think babes <3 also part 2 ?? update : i posted pt2

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last updated: july 12th, 2023

social media fics

opposites attract - kylian mbappé

where there is golden retriever! kylian and his black cat girlfriend.

it girl - kylian mbappé

kylian is dating the gen’s it girl and can't help but be a simp for her.

unknown - kylian mbappé

kylian dates a person outside the media and fans find out about her.

love to hate me - kylian mbappé

kylian dates messi's eldest daughter and the media always talks that messi doesn't like him, they really don’t know the truth.

liverpool fan - jude bellingham

jude bellingham got a liverpool fan girlfriend and fans go crazy.

couple goals - kylian mbappé

you and kylian being the best celebrity couple ever.

break up - kylian mbappé

the media spreads that you and kylian broke up.

the sister of my best friend - jude bellingham

request: can you do an instagram au where the reader is trent's sister and soft launches her relationship with jude?

celebrity - pedri gonzález

request: hey, love your works a lot❣️ could you maybe do a social media fic where news report that pedri is dating this very famous celebrity and everyone is like :00 how?? but also WOW!! ;;; tyyy <;33

traitor - kylian mbappé

your boyfriend cheated on you, but you know someone much better.

secret - pedri gonzález

everyone thinks you and gavi are dating, but you have eyes for someone else.

mother’s day - kylian mbappé

celebrating your first mother's day.

my home - jude bellingham

jude and his low profile girlfriend.

london boy - jude bellingham

david beckham! daughter

you and i - jude bellingham

request: maybe you could do Jude and his girlfriend through different stages of their relationship

we find love - jude bellingham

request: can i request a jude x reader smau where the reader was jude's childhood bst, but they lost contact when they were younger (maybe around 10/11) bcos the reader had to move countries? then in one of jude's recent interviews, he talks about her and how he used to support him a lot but he doesn't know where she is and his fans find her for him

friends into strangers - jude bellingham

friends into strangers.

the other woman - mason mount

you will be always the other woman to some fans, but for mason you are the only one.

lost in paradise - jude bellingham

everyone thinks that you and jude have broken up.

surprise - jude bellingham

request: hi can you do where jude's camera pictures get leaked and everyone knows who his gf is.

private - jude bellingham

jude being a fool for you and you not giving a “damn” about him. reader! trent’s best friend.

no pics - jude bellingham

fans notice that you don't post many pictures showing your face.

birthday - jude bellingham

posts for jude’s birthday through the years.

changes - mason mount

mason joined manchester united and with all this hate, fans think that you should break up with him.

hate to love me - jude bellingham

request: gf that gets hated on for being jude’s gf and he defends her

one shots

i don’t feel alright - kylian mbappé

you went for the first time with kylian to a party, but you didn’t expect to see his ex-girlfriend.

“no makeup makeup” test - kylian mbappé

you do the "no makeup makeup" test with kylian and get an unexpected reaction.

icks - pedri gonzález

you do the "icks about eachother" trend with pedri.

thirst tweets - kylian mbappé

kylian and you sit down to read the thirstiest tweets.

forgetfulness - pedri gonzález

pedri forgot your birthday.

10 times - kylian mbappé

the ten times kylian realized he loves you.

marry you - kylian mbappé

kylian proposes to you, he won the world cup and you in the same night.

pain - kylian mbappé

kylian feels insecure with everything people say about him and you remind him of who he really is.

understand - jude bellingham

you and jude have had a disagreement during vacation, but you always know how to solve your problems in the best possible way.

mini series

love is not easy - kylian mbappé

everything seems more difficult when you are the shadow of your older sister and Kylian and her are in love with each other. part 2 / part 3

prenuptial - kylian mbappé

you and kylian are getting married and the subject of the prenuptial agreement comes into play, but kylian is not so sure about this. part 2

[liverpool-enjoyer]

tagged by my bestie @mebiselfandi!!! thank you for thinking a me bro <3

rules: share the first lines of your ten most recent fanfics and tag ten people. if you have written less than ten, don't be shy and share anyways.

i do not have ten. but anyways:

pokemon ashen frost - Homecoming

“C’mon, I know they’re around here somewhere-”

“If you lost them-”

“I didn’t lose them!”

“We travel around the entire world without losing a single hotel keycard, but right here, on our front porch, is where my wife finally-”

“Got ‘em.” Josefina said, sticking her tongue out at her husband’s nagging, and dangling her keys in front of his face for good measure. She got a solid, healthy eye roll out of Miguel.

2. mullendowski - champagne problems

A little box weighed heavy in Robert’s jacket pocket.

He stood alone outside, hyping himself up before going to join the rest of his teammates in the venue they rented out for the holiday party. It was a refined building in an even more refined neighborhood, only the very best for the biggest club in Germany.

Robert fished the box out of his pocket and cracked it open. He didn’t know why he felt the need to check on it, as if it could have magically disappeared on the way over. Maybe it was for the reminder that the day he had waited so long for was finally here.

3. alisson/virgil - the cure for sadness (warmth)

Kirkby’s atmosphere the days leading up to the Southampton game was bittersweet, to say the least.

That’s how all teams are before the last game of the season, but for Liverpool it was especially so. The team was tight-knit, much more so than their Premier League adversaries, so losing not one, but four teammates, hit hard. Everyone went about their day with the knowledge that their family was about to get four men smaller, and they were treasuring the time they had with them.

Despite emotions running high, Virgil, calm as ever, managed to stay level headed during the last days of the season. Sure, during the team’s family dinner every night, he would think about how much he would miss his friends who were leaving, but training took his mind off it. 

4. unnamed (platonic) trent n robbo project i jus started working on

After a long and strenuous season, the boys deserved a break. They had earned a vacation in which they could let loose and not worry about staying in good form or waking up for training the next day. 

Which is how Liverpool Football Club ended up in Vegas for a long weekend.

After the second night of drinking and gambling, Cody, Darwin, and Jordan found themselves trudging back to their hotel from the casino that the rest of their teammates had left hours prior. They had all been drinking in moderation, so the trudging was more due to the fact that it was well past two in the morning. Still, the city was as alive as it had been twelve hours previously. The scents of rain and alcohol lingered in the air and the sidewalk still had a shine to it.

tagging some fic writing pals: @calm-smol @liverpoolfanfiction @rubybecker-rb2

[keenest-of-heart]

it’s been obvious mary and tanner have been dating for a while (i would say at least 5/6 months now) but you didn’t want to believe it lol it’s not normal to take your bestie to vacations with your family alone. mary spent part of the summer in ohio with him at his family house. the matching necklaces with the initials and zodiac signs, matching shirts and sharing a lot of clothes. if you look at mary and tanner’s recent ig follows, it’s pretty similar which means they’ve been meeting the same people together. one of mary’s bffs posted a picture of tanner and mary having dinner together w her, her other bff and sister in november. the picture implied they are a couple.

they went to that disney vacation with tanner's family and later went to the uk for liverpool comic con then they were together in paris and went to london. they were together in las vegas to that punk rock festival in october and someone there said they were kissing. another person said he met them at disney lego house because he works there (they were there with his family and nephew) and the person said they were holding hands. plus, their latest ig interactions are already very flirty. also they have been together in nyc recently. i think they spent new years eve there as well.

mary broke up with her boyfriend in early 2021. by january/february she wasn’t with him anymore and you can tell not only by her not posting about him anymore after that, she not longer mentions having a boyfriend on interviews after early 2021 (and she used to do it a lot). in the panel for liverpool she even avoids mentioning him when they asked her about her audition process and everyone knows it was her (ex)boyfriend that remembered her to audition because she has told that story before.

i just think mary and tanner don’t want to “confirm” it. i think they have been obvious but are trying to keep it very private for themselves. the disney pictures of mary matching shirts with his entire family is already a huge proof.

Honestly, I started wondering if they were dating after I met Tanner in May, because of the way they interacted, but (like I said in my other post). I didn’t have any proof and being friendly with someone of the opposite gender, doesn’t have to be romantic.

When I was on the phone with my friend in Orlando, I told her I thought Tanner and Mary might be dating, but that I didn’t want to spread rumors if I didn’t have at least some proof.

The posts in December where Mary, Tanner and his cousin are on vacation with her holding his nephew a lot kind of clinched it for me.

At that moment I was no longer think they were just close friends.

The fact they were wearing couples shirts to Disney is also pretty hard to ignore.

Below is the conversation of me talking to one of my friends in May of last year after I came back to the hotel room from the Orlando convention and saw Mary’s reaction to my Sam/Robby item that she autographed. 👇🫡

I thought they might be dating even than.

But I wasn’t going to be the person who spread rumors about it, just because I saw Mary look over at Tanner fondly when she saw the picture of their characters together and surrounded by hearts.

[aion-rsa]

The True Story Behind James Cameron’s Titanic

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James Cameron’s 1997 blockbusting tearjerker, Titanic, puts an epic love story in the middle of the greatest maritime disaster in the history of the North Atlantic. On April 15, 1912, midway through its maiden voyage from Southampton, England, to New York City, the RMS Titanic struck an iceberg. Because of a severe shortage of lifeboats, 1,517 people died. In the weeks which followed, the luxury liner was said to have been billed as “unsinkable,” but that claim had never been made until after the nautical disaster.

This and other myths have lived on, thanks particularly to Cameron’s romantic (and often fanciful) movie. And yet, not all truths have been lost at sea.

Jack and Rose

Jack Dawson, played by Leonardo DiCaprio, and Rose DeWitt Bukater, played by Kate Winslet as a young woman and Gloria Stuart when elderly, are a myth. They are fictional characters. Jack wasn’t slipped $20 for rescuing Rose, and never taught her how to spit off the side of a ship like a man. But there was a member of the Titanic crew named Joseph Dawson. Born in Dublin, Joseph Dawson worked as a coal trimmer, evening out piles of coal which were shoveled into the ship’s furnaces.

Rose DeWitt-Bukater is the first film character portrayed by two actors who were both nominated for an Academy Award. Winslet was nominated as Best Actress, and Stuart was nominated as Best Supporting Actress. Rose is modeled on Beatrice Wood, who did not travel on the Titanic. Born in San Francisco to wealthy parents, her coming out party was cancelled the same year the Titanic sank.

Beatrice joined the French National Repertory Theatre under the stage name Mademoiselle Patricia, playing more than 60 roles before she was noticed by artist Marcel Duchamp. She was well known by artists during the Dada period, and lived long enough to be invited by James Cameron to the opening of Titanic.

Captain Edward John Smith

Before skippering the Titanic, Capt. Edward John Smith (Bernard Hill) spent 40 years at sea without major incidents. Smith had been working on boats since he was a teenager. He earned a master’s certificate, which is required to serve as captain, in 1875. He became a junior officer with the White Star Line in 1880. He commanded his first ship in 1887. Like many veteran captains, he occasionally ran ships aground, and was captain of the Olympic when it collided with the British cruiser Hawke off the Isle of Wight in 1911, a year before he helmed the Titanic.

The Titanic received iceberg warnings several days into its maiden voyage. Smith adjusted the course but reportedly did not decrease speed. He was away from the bridge when the ship struck an iceberg. The first damage report, from Fourth Officer Joseph G. Boxhall (Simon Crane), found no damage. But a closer inspection from the Titanic’s designer Thomas Andrews (Victor Garber), found five of the ship’s 16 watertight compartments were flooded. The Titanic could have stayed afloat with up to four flooded compartments. At about midnight, Andrews reported the ship would founder within 60 to 90 minutes. Smith gave orders to uncover the lifeboats and alert the passengers at 12:05 a.m.

Because of some of the reported incidents, some historians wonder whether Smith was in a state of shock at the news. Crewmen didn’t lower the lifeboats until 12:45 a.m., and only because Second Officer Charles Lightoller (Jonny Phillips) reminded the captain to give the order.

Smith’s final moments are unknown. Early newspaper reports alleged he shot himself with a pistol. Several witnesses claimed to have seen him swim to a nearby lifeboat with an infant in his arms before swimming back to the Titanic. Some witnesses said he was swept off deck by a wave, others believed he made it to an overturned lifeboat. Smith’s body was never found.

Joseph Bruce Ismay

J. Bruce Ismay (Jonathan Hyde) was born Dec. 12, 1862, near Liverpool, England. His father was the founder of the White Star Line. Educated at Harrow and tutored in France, he travelled the world before becoming the New York company agent for White Star Line. He became head of Ismay, Imrie & Company after his father’s death in 1899, oversaw its acquisition by J.P. Morgan’s International Mercantile Marine Company in 1902, and was named president of IMM in 1904.

In 1907, Ismay met with Lord Pirrie of the Belfast shipbuilding company Harland and Wolff to discuss building a fast luxury liner with huge steerage capacity which would rival the Cunard Line’s RMS Lusitania and RMS Mauretania. Three ships were built, the RMS Olympic, RMS Britannic, and the pride of the fleet, the RMS Titanic. The ship was built by British White Star Lines at a cost of $10 million. It weighed 46,000 tons and was 882.5 feet long.

History puts culpability for the Titanic disaster on Ismay. He reportedly demanded the captain increase speed in spite of the iceberg warnings, but during the U.S. Senate’s Inquiry into the disaster, he testified the ship was never going at full speed and didn’t even have all of the boilers on. Ismay was the company officer who gave the order to cut the number of lifeboats onboard from 48 to the Board of Trade standard minimum of 16, plus 4 collapsible Engelhardt boats. But Ismay also helped crewmen get the lifeboats ready and convinced passengers to board the lifeboats before danger was visibly apparent. Ismay boarded Engelhardt C, the last lifeboat launched, only 20 minutes before the Titanic crashed beneath the waves.

While Ismay was attacked in the press and branded a coward for escaping while so many working-class women and children died, testimony from surviving officers exonerated his actions as in the best interest of the passengers. Ismay retired from IMM and the White Star Line in 1913.

Chief Engineer Officer Joseph Bell

Joseph Bell (Terry Forrestal) was from Farlam, Cumbria, and a family who had been farmers for generations.  Born in March 1861, Joseph began his seafaring career as an apprentice engine fitter at Robert Stephensons and Co. in Newcastle. Bell joined the White Star line in 1885, serving on vessels working the waters of New Zealand and New York.

Joseph, was promoted to Chief Engineer on the Coptic in 1891 and married Maud Bates in 1893. By 1911, he was the Chief Engineer on White Star Line’s Olympic before being transferred to the Titanic. His staff consisted of 24 engineers, six electrical engineers, two boilermakers, a plumber, and a clerk. None survived the sinking.

The Unsinkable Molly Brown

Legend has it, Margaret Tobin Brown (Kathy Bates) was called “The Unsinkable Molly Brown” because she helped evacuate the ship, took up one of the oars in the lifeboat, and threatened to throw Quartermaster Robert Hichens (Paul Brightwell) overboard if he didn’t go back to the boat to save more people. The myth says the nickname was plucked from the first words she said upon landing safely in New York: “Typical Brown luck. I’m unsinkable!” But Brown actually got the tag as an insult from Denver gossip columnist Polly Pry as revenge for the story of a local hero being printed in another magazine first.

Molly Tobin was born in Hannibal, Missouri in 1867. Her Irish family was part of a wave of immigrants who came to America after the country’s industrialization. Margaret went to school until age 13 when she began working in a factory. She left in search of better work conditions. She met J.J. Brown, a mining engineer, and they were married on Sept. 1, 1886. While most of their neighbors in the Leadville, Missouri community lived in devastating poverty because of the 1893 Silver Crash, J.J. discovered gold in Ibex Mining’s Little Johnny Mine, where he was made a primary shareholder. The couple became nearly instantaneous millionaires.

Moving to Denver where the Silver Crash also took a heavy economic toll, Margaret became part of the Progressive movement, fighting for public baths, public parks, and other city improvements. The Browns separated in 1909 but never divorced. Margaret and her daughter Helen were on an extended vacation with Col. John Jacob “Jack” Astor IV and Madeleine Astor in 1912 when they heard news about a family member’s health issue at home and booked passage on the first available ship, the Titanic.

After the crash, Margaret was lowered in lifeboat number six, which was equipped to hold 65 passengers, but set off with 21 women, two men, and a twelve-year-old boy onboard. Margaret manned an oar. Her knowledge of foreign languages helped her bring passengers aboard the Carpathia, the first ship to answer the distress call. Margaret distributed blankets and supplies, and got the first-class passengers to donate money to help less fortunate passengers.

Brown continued her Progressive program, helping miners striking against the Colorado Fuel and Iron Company. Twenty people were killed when a battle broke out between the miners and private guards hired by the company in one of the most violent labor conflicts in American history. Once the aftermath and PR battles died down, Margaret moved into her summer home in Newport, Rhode Island where she became involved with Alva Vanderbilt Belmont, the President of the National Women’s Suffrage Association.

The two women spearheaded the National Women’s Trade Union League, which advocated for a minimum wage, an eight-hour workday, and did not distinguish between women of the upper classes and working women.

Margaret wrote newspaper articles, gave public speeches, and was drawn to the radical side of the party, which pushed for a national suffrage amendment. In July 1914, Brown and Belmont organized the Conference of Great Women, which led to Margaret’s bid for a U.S. Senator seat representing Colorado. She shifted her focus when World War I broke out, traveling to France to work for the American Committee for Devastated France.

After WWI, Molly indulged her lifelong passion for the stage, performing in plays in Paris and New York. The 1960 Broadway musical The Unsinkable Molly Brown was based on her life, Debbie Reynolds played her in the 1964 film adaptation.  Brown died in her sleep on Oct. 26, 1932, at the Barbizon Hotel in New York City.

Madeleine Astor and Jacob Astor IV

Madeleine Astor (Charlotte Chatton) was five months pregnant when she boarded the Titanic in Cherbourg, France with her husband Col. John Jacob “Jack” Astor IV (Eric Braeden); her husband’s valet, and her maid and nurse. Madeleine was the daughter of William Hurlbut Force, a shipping magnate, and her family was part of Brooklyn high society. The Astors were ending their extended honeymoon which began with a trip from New York on Titanic‘s sister ship, the Olympic.

When the Titanic was sinking, Astor’s husband helped her and her maid into lifeboat four but was denied entry himself by Second Officer Lightoller, who said the boats were for women and children only. Col. Astor perished with the ship. Madeleine Astor gave birth on Aug. 14, 1912. Her late husband’s will was conditional, and when Madeleine married her childhood friend, the banker William Karl Dick, four years after the Titanic tragedy, she lost her stipend from his trust fund.

Isidor and Ida Straus

Here’s a real heartbreaker greater than even Kate and Leo. Remember the image of a couple holding each other and crying as water seeps into their cabin? They were based on the tragically real figures of Isidor and Ida Straus, two of the wealthiest people on the Titanic.

Born into a Jewish family in Otterberg in 1845, back when that village was part of the Kingdom of Bavaria and Germany did not yet exist, Isidor immigrated as a child with his family to the United States. Growing up in Georgia when the Civil War broke out, he even considered joining the Confederacy before instead becoming a blockade runner for the South (think Rhett Butler). After the war, he moved to New York City where he met Ida, a fellow immigrant from the Germanic states.

In New York, Isidor worked at L. Straus and Sons, which quickly became the glass and china department at Macy’s. Yes, that Macy’s. The original one. By 1888, Isidor and his brother became partners in the first major American department store. By 1896 they owned it. Around this time, Isidor even served a single term as a Congressman in the U.S. House of Representatives.

When the Titanic hit an iceberg in 1912, Isidor and Ida were returning home after a holiday in France. As a first class passenger woman from one of the finest cabins on the ship, Ida was almost immediately offered space on a lifeboat. Isidor escorted her to it, but when it came time to get on, she refused. She wouldn’t leave her husband. Isidor was then also offered a spot on the lifeboat beside her, but he also refused, saying he would “not go before other men.”

So both of them declined the lifeboat space and instead gave it to Ida’s maid. One witness said she heard Ida say, “We have been living together for many years. Where you go, I go.” They walked off back toward the neck, never to be seen again.

And the Band Played On

The crew of the RMS Titanic took the adage “women and children first” very seriously. The Titanic‘s eight-member band, led by violinist Wallace Hartley (Jonathan Evans-Jones), never even jockeyed for position. When the band heard the ship was going down, they set up in the first-class lounge and played to keep passengers calm. As the water rose, the band moved to the forward half of the boat deck. Hartley worked for the Cunard ship line before taking the gig on the Titanic. The other band members were violinists George Alexandre Krins and John Law Hume, violist and bassist John Frederick Preston Clarke, cellists John Wesley Woodward, and Roger Marie Bricoux, and pianists Percy Cornelius Taylor and Theodore Ronald Brailey.

According to some passengers, the final song played was “Nearer, My God, to Thee,” a hymn written in 1861 by the Rev. John Dykes. Versions of this song play in the films Titanic (1953), A Night to Remember (1958) and Cameron’s Titanic. This was discounted by Colonel Archibald Gracie, an amateur historian who survived the disaster.

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“I assuredly should have noticed it and regarded it as a tactless warning of immediate death to us all, and one likely to create panic,” he is quoted as saying in Steven Turner’s book, The Band That Played On: The Extraordinary Story of the Eight Musicians Who Went Down with the Titanic. He recalled that the band played cheerful songs to keep spirits up. Other survivors also reported hearing songs like “Alexander’s Ragtime Band” and “In the Shadows.”

“Nearer, My God, to Thee” was sung by passengers who survived the 1906 wreck of the SS Valencia and had been played during the impending doom on the decks of the Titanic, but those passengers who heard the song had disembarked earlier than the crew.  Wireless operator Harold Bride told The New York Times he heard the song “Autumn” before the ship sank.

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The British Schindler

He saved 669 children.

Nicholas Winton was a young British stockbroker who rescued 669 Czech Jewish children from being sent to Nazi death camps. He never told anybody of his heroism, and the story only came out 50 years later after his wife found an old briefcase in the attic containing lists of children he’d saved.

Nicholas was a 29 year old clerk at the London stock exchange getting ready for a ski trip to Switzerland when he received an urgent call from his friend Martin Blake. Known to be passionately opposed to Nazism, Martin urged Nicholas to cancel his vacation and come to Prague immediately. He told Nicolas, “I have a most interesting assignment and I need your help. Don’t bother bringing your skis.”

It is a testament to Nicolas’ sterling character and strong moral compass that he didn’t waver for a moment. It was an easy decision to sacrifice his fun and relaxing ski trip and instead travel to a dangerous place on a mysterious mission.

Two months earlier, in October 1938, Nazi Germany had annexed the Sudetenland It was clear that the Nazis would soon occupy all of Czechoslovakia. When he reached Prague, Nicholas was shocked by the huge influx of refugees fleeing from the Nazis. In early November, the Kristallnacht pogrom occurred in Germany and Austria. Jews were killed in the street and hundreds of synagogues burned down, as well as Jewish-owned businesses. This horrifying event shocked the Jewish community in eastern Europe, and thousands were now desperate to flee.

Born to Jewish parents, Nicholas was actually Jewish himself. However, his parents changed their name from Wertheim and converted to Christianity before he was born. Nicholas was baptized and raised as a Christian, and he didn’t consider himself Jewish (although was doubtless aware that Hitler would.)

In Prague, organizations were springing up to help sick and elderly refugees, but Nicholas noticed that nobody was trying to help the children. In his words, “I found out that the children of refugees and other groups of people who were enemies of Hitler weren’t being looked after. I decided to try to get permits to Britain for them. I found out that the conditions which were laid down for bringing in a child were chiefly that you had a family that was willing and able to look after the child, and fifty pounds, which was quite a large sum of money in those days, that was to be deposited at the Home Office. The situation was heartbreaking. Many of the refugees hadn’t the price of a meal. Some of the mothers tried desperately to get money to buy food for themselves and their children. The parents desperately wanted at least to get their children to safety when they couldn’t manage to get visas for the whole family. I began to realize what suffering there is when armies start to march.”

Nicholas knew something had to be done, and he decided to be the one to do it. He later remembered, “Everybody in Prague said, ‘Look, there is no organization in Prague to deal with refugee children, nobody will let the children go on their own, but if you want to have a go, have a go.’ And I think there is nothing that can’t be done if it is fundamentally reasonable.”

Nicholas decided to find homes for the children in the UK, where they would be safe. He set up a command center in his hotel room in Wenceslas Square and his first step was to contact the refugee offices of different national governments and see how many children they could accept. Only two countries agreed to take any Jewish children: Sweden and Great Britain, which pledged to accept all children under age 18 as long as they had homes and fifty pounds to pay for their trip home.

With this green light from Great Britain, Nicholas did everything possible to find homes for the children. He returned to London and did much of the planning from there, which enabled him to continue working at the Stock Exchange and soliciting funds from other bankers to pay for his work with the refugees. Winton needed a large amount of money to pay for transportation costs, foster homes, and many other necessities such as food and medicine.

Nicholas placed ads in newspapers large and small all over Great Britain, as well as in hundreds of church and synagogue newsletters. Knowing he had to play on people’s emotions to convince them to open their home to young strangers who didn’t even speak English, Nicholas printed flyers with pictures of children seeking refuge. He was tireless in his efforts and persuaded an incredible number of heroic Brits to welcome the traumatized young refugees into their homes and hearts.

The office in Wenceslas Square was manned by fellow Brit Trevor Chadwick. Every day terrified parents came in and begged him to find temporary homes for their children. Despite Nicholas’ success in finding places for the kids to stay, British and German government bureaucrats made things difficult, demanding multiple forms and documents. Nicholas said, “Officials at the Home Office worked very slowly with the entry visas. We went to them urgently asking for permits, only to be told languidly, ‘Why rush, old boy? Nothing will happen in Europe.’ This was a few months before the war broke out. So we forged the Home Office entry permits.”

The first transport of children boarded airplanes in Prague which took them to Britain. Nicholas organized an amazing seven more transports, all of them by train, and then boat across the English Channel. The children met their foster families at the train station and Winton took great care in making the matches between children and foster parents.

The children’s transport organized by Nicholas Winton was similar to the later, larger Kindertransport operation, but specifically for Czech Jewish children. Nicholas saved an astounding 669 children on eight transports. Tragically, the largest transport of all was scheduled for September 1, 1939 – but on that day, Hitler invaded Poland and all borders were closed by Germany. Winton was haunted for decades by the remembrance of the 250 children he last saw boarding the train. “Within hours of the announcement, the train disappeared. None of the 250 children aboard was seen again. We had 250 families waiting at Liverpool Street that day in vain. If the train had been a day earlier, it would have come through. Not a single one of those children was heard of again, which is an awful feeling.”

Nicholas joined the British military and spent the rest of the war serving as a pilot in the Royal Air Force, attaining the rank of Flight Lieutenant. After the war, Nicholas worked for the International Refugee Organization in Paris, where he met and married Grete Gjelstrup, a Danish secretary. They moved to Maidenhead, in Great Britain, and had three children. Their youngest child, Robin, had Down Syndrome, and at that time children with the condition were usually sent to institutions. However Nicholas and Grete wouldn’t consider it and instead kept their son at home with the family. Tragically, Robin died of meningitis the day before his sixth birthday. Nicholas was devastated by the loss, and became an active volunteer with Mencap, a charity to help people with Down Syndrome and other developmental delays. He remained involved in Mencap for over fifty years.

Humble – and perhaps traumatized by the children on the train he wasn’t able to save – Nicholas rarely talked about his wartime heroism and his own family didn’t know the details. It was only in 1988 that Nicholas Winton became widely known. His wife found an old notebook of his containing lists of the children he saved. Working with a Holocaust researcher, she tracked down some of the children and located eighty of them still living in Britain. These grown children, some with grandchildren, found out for the first time who had saved them.

The BBC television show called That’s Life! invited Nicholas to the filming an episode that became one of the most emotional clips in TV history. With Nicholas in the audience, the host told his story, including photos and details about some of the children he’d saved. Then the told Nicholas that one of those children was the woman in the seat next to him! They embraced, teary eyed, and the host announced there were more grown children in the audience as well. She asked everybody who owed their life to Nicholas Winton to stand up. The entire audience stood up, as Nicholas sat stunned, wiping away the tears.

After that, Nicholas was showered with honors, including a knighthood for services to humanity. Known as the British Schindler, he met the Queen multiple times and received the Pride of Britain Award for Lifetime Achievement, both for saving refugee children and working with Mencap to improve the lives of people with cognitive differences. There are multiple statues of him in Prague and the UK, and his story was the subject of three films.

Nicholas Winton died in Britain in July 2015, at age 106. Today there are tens of thousands of people who owe their lives to Nicholas Winton.

For saving hundreds of Jewish children, we honor Nicholas Winton as this week’s Thursday Hero.

Accidental Talmudist

[somethinginrocknroll]

Day 1 Of Winter Wonderland

First I want to thank everyone who is participating! I'm so excited to see what you lovies do!

Today's theme is Decorate for the season!

"The Argument" -LIYF

Word Count: 1,211

A/N: Most of these stories I'm planning on connecting better to the story and not do 31 days of spooky season where majority of them were the characters but not related to the story.

This is the first year the Beatles family is celebrating Christmas at their Liverpool vacation home. The Beatles are well broken up, but the four childish men stay civil for the sake they all want to keep the family they built so long ago. All the women, along with Scarlett's baby Ezra and Star's adopted daughter Desiree, are in the store to buy all the decorations while they get the tree and watch the kids. Desiree is a teenager and wanted to come shop and Ezra is being such a momma's boy. Scarlett didn’t want him to cry the whole time she was at the store.

“How many lights do you thing we need?” Linda looked at the rest of the girls.

“For the tree or house?” Scarlett lifted an eyebrow as she had Ezra in a baby wrap and he’s sound asleep on his mother's chest.

“Good question,” Linda hummed.

“Well we put the guys on tree duty, they can get the lights… right?” Star shrugged her shoulders.

“Right,” Maureen coughed, full on knowing they probably have to redecorate it when they get back.

“The house is big so a lot,” Star truthfully said as everyone agreed and threw in a bunch of boxes. The next thing was Wreaths, they started to look around and debated if they wanted the ones with fake snow or the plan green.

"I mean this one looks the mostly homey," Yoko pulled up a wreath that had a good amount of decorations and a little bit of snow.

"It does, and the bow is really cute," Desiree chipped in as the girls all agreed on the wreath. Luckily, they wrote down how much wreath and garlands they needed. None of the girls really fought nor had hard feelings with the other. They all had quite fun, actually. The girls were amazed by the selection from the store. Maureen pointed to one garland she liked as Linda pointed at another. Scarlett and Yoko liked the one Linda picked out as Star and Des like the one Maureen picked out.

"How do we pick which one we should buy?" Desiree looked at the adults.

"Rock, paper, scissors?" Star suggested.

"We can't for decorations," Scarlett looked at her twin as Ezra broke his sleep with a cry, Scarlett started to gently sway him trying to calm him down, assuming it was a dream, "Shhh, babbuh, it's just a nightmare."

Scarlett started to walk around to calm him down as she walked to the garland Maureen picked. Ezra stopped crying. Everyone had the same look and stepped back. Scarlett walked back to the other graland and Ezra went back to crying. Scarlett walked back to the other garland and he stopped crying. He looked up at his mom and gave a toothless smile.

"I think Mo's won," Scarlett looked at her baby as Maureen gave a small yes under her breath as she put her hand in a pall and brought her arm back. Though Linda was a but upset her team didn't win, she couldn't fight with a baby being the final choice. They put the garland in the cart and went to the next thing on the list. The last thing on the list was ornaments for everyone. Moms knew exactly what their kids wanted. Yoko didn't really know what Julian liked about Cynthia, bought ornaments for Julian, and was going to give it to them when Cynthia gives Julian to John for the holidays. For the boys, the girls took their best guess on what they would pick; once everything on the list was done they checked out and all split the money equally.

Car ride later...

The girls came home and the kids ran to their moms. They walked into the living room to see this beautiful tree. It was big as the room and the girls are kinda impressed they found a beautiful tree and no one is dead.

"How are we putting the tree topper on that?" Linda asked as everyone looked at each other.

"I vote Paul," Star quickly said.

"Wait a second, why can't Ms. Not afirad of anything do it," Paul crossed his arms.

"I don't want to," Star blinked.

"Why you scared?" Paul teased.

"Are you?" Star raised an eyebrow.

"Will you two not fight," Scarlett rolled her eyes.

"Scarlett do it," John pointed out.

“Oh look at that I have a baby with me…. No,” Scarlett rolled her eyes.

“What about blondie,” Star pointed to Roger as he looked up at the tree.

“Yeah, I don’t do heights,” Roger stepped back.

“Alright, we go to the last resort, Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,” Star raised her hands in defense as everyone looked at her then at George.

“I hope you know your going to marry a fucking five year old,” Scarlett looked at him.

“She’s your twin,” George looked at Scarlett.

“George do it,” Scarlett said.

“Nope, not way, nada,” George backed out.

“Oh for god sakes I’ll do it since you all are being babies,” Desiree rolled her eyes. Everyone looked at the 15 year old, then looked at the tree.

“No,” Star and George quickly responded, even though Star is the only one who legally adopted Desiree, George started to slowly become a father to her.

“I’m still saying Star,” Paul shrugged. Everyone looked at Star as if she was just tired of this argument.

"Fine give me the stupid thing," Star sighed as Paul smirked and gave her a golden star, she gave him a glare, "Go to hell."

She climbed up the latter and tried her best not to fall. She leaned to the top of the tree and put it on, then realized they had to put the lights on.

"Did you bimbos get lights for this bloody thing?" Star asked.

"We should've given you those too," Paul sighed. George volunteered to go up and help her with the lights. The rest of the group were at the end of the tree to turn it, as the couple on the latter put the lights on. They have twinkling white lights with a homemade garland that the kids created to distract them. After the tree was done, they put their stockings all over the living room but the partners decided that the six that have their name on the title of the house, Star, Scarlett, George, Ringo, Paul, and John, all should be on the fireplace.

Outside the lads let the lights shine as the women put outside decorations, even though no one could see them, since they have a big estate. Once the day was over and the kids were put to bed, all of the adults sat in the living room looking at what they did.

"I think we did good, looks very homie," Scarlett sat down with a bowel of popcorn.

"The tree looks depressing though," Ringo looked at the tree since they didn't have much ornaments.

"I'm sure we'll get some this christmas," Maureen leaned onto her husband.

"Or when those two get married," Linda pointed to Star and George as they suddenly got a bit shy. They all heard the fire crackle. They talked about the holidays, especially new years, since they volunteered to take New Years.

[elysiashelby]

In Another World - T. Shelby Imagine Ch. 2

Paring: (Eventual) Thomas Shelby x Aliena Welsh (OC)

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Word Count: 2, 522

WARNINGS: Cursing

Summary: Aliena Welsh has been living in the universe of the show Peaky Blinders for 2 months now. She’s beginning to make a life and a home for herself, but she’s been avoiding calling Thomas by his name. And he wants to know why.

MASTERLIST  CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER THREE

A/N: So, I forgot to add something very important. I am not from Liverpool. I do not know the proper way scousers talk. I’ve done some research and watched movies, but I will not advocate that it’s perfect. I’d love to get my readers’ opinions on it, and if enough responses come back saying that I shouldn’t show her accent in the writing- it will be gone! Also, this is the pronunciation of Aliena ( A Lee ay nah ). Thanks for reading!

So, I've been with the Shelby's for two months now! It has definitely been something! I mean Polly is very strict and for the first couple of days I was taking care of John's kids, she was watching over me like a hawk. I mean I didn't mind and I totally appreciated it. I dealt with me own family members, meaning I could've dealt with them however I wanted but these weren't me kids to punish. So, that's where Polly helped me out. She set me boundaries. 

With the cooking, I learned a lot of things. Like how to make eggs and bacon and sausage for breakfast. I can basically make anything Polly has taught me for the past 2 months. I also clean the house regularly. I do the sweeping, moping, the trash, and the laundry. I honestly don't mind. What's fun is that Polly found out that I didn't know UK currency and how it worked and she taught me it along with Finn. But, Finn actually already knew how to count money. He was 10, of course he did! He was there so that Polly could keep an eye on ‘em. 

I'm currently working on buying our weekly groceries for the main house, and for John. For the main house, Polly helps me out, but for John's house, I have to figure it out on me own.   

I was doing the kids' laundry as I watched over them. Katie, the eldest at 7, was helping me along with her sister Ilsa, who was 6. Robert, who was 4, was playing with his younger brother John, who was 3. I found out that John had knocked up Martha when they were 16, resulting in little Katie. They had Ilsa a year later, waited 2 years and had little Robert, and then baby John Jr. was a result of John Sr.’s vacation days during the war. 

I was scrubbing harshly against a stain when I noticed things had gotten out of hand. "Robbie, don't hit your brother so hard! You'll regret it when you're older. Katie, dear, you need to space out the clothes more! Ilsa, you need to scrub that spot harder." I shouted at them. 

Ilsa huffed. "Aliena, I want to go play! Why can't I?" 

"It's not that you can't, sweetheart. It's just- I need your help. I have to take care of all of your clothes along with your father's, along with your uncles’ and aunt's clothes. I would have your brothers do the same if they were any older, but they aren't. They would just mess the clothes up or not wash them right. So, as much as it pains me to prevent you from playing, I need your help, alright?" 

She groaned loudly. "Fine! But only because you need me." She muttered while sporting a big pout. 

I chuckled at her and reached over to pinch her pout. She flinched at it. 

"Aliena, why would I regret it?" Robbie shouted. 

"What?" I asked with my eyes squinting as I tried to get a good look at him. 

He ran towards me, which made Johnny follow. "Why would I regret hitting this annoying bugger?" He repeated while pushing his brother's head. 

I tsked at his antics. "You'll regret it because he'll grow bigger one day and give you a beating back. Mark my words, he'll learn to get you when you're weak!"

"No, he wouldn't!"

"Oh, but he would! It's what siblings do you see. I'm not telling you to never hit 'em because I know that's how you both play, but just don't make each other cry. Okay?"

Robbie tilted his head as if in deep thought before agreeing and running off with his brother. 

I sighed knowing that he probably told me a blag. 

Speaking of blags, you know that story I fed Thomas when I first arrived here was total bullshit, right? The truth is me whole family, nieces and all, are back in California in one house. Me da and ma aren't dead. Me sister doesn't have a husband, but does have a daughter. Me brother doesn't have a wife, but actually has 4 kids. Me da's brother is not mental, but lives with me gran. I forgot the reason why. And me mum still talks to her family all while maintaining the mentality that they are jealous of her because she's a stay-at-home mum. Also, I was dead-on about me body being younger. I had to have been 16, at most, because when I was 18 me features began to be more defined, and now I was stuck with this baby face again. 

When we were all done with the laundry, it was late afternoon. I made us all lunch, and then let them all run abar with their friends with the expectation of little Johnny. Him and I were going back over to Polly's. He once asked me about this decision, and I told him it was because he was too young. He pouted and groaned, but accepted it nonetheless. 

I opened the door to the house and he bolted right in. I laughed at the sight. I went straight away to the kitchen and put on an apron. I had to, ironically, make sandwiches for the boys. Finn probably found something to eat or Polly made him something, but it was my responsibility to feed the older Shelby brothers. 

"Finn, take care of your cousin while I go 'n feed your brothers!" I shouted as I finished making the last sandwich. 

I put a plate on top of the other holding two sandwiches and I had the third one set on its own plate, ready to be served. I opened the door by hitting it with me bum. I was instantly overwhelmed by the yelling and shouting of countless men that were in the betting shop. I had to weave me way through clumps of men as well as maintaining awareness of all their movements, so that they don't bump into me! 

John was closest even though he was actually the farthest. But he was the only one out of his office. Always near the blackboard that one.  

"John, I have your lunch!" 

He smiled at me while taking the plate. "Thanks, love!"

I nodded in return. Then, I went for Arthur's office. I knocked, he saw me, and told me to come in. 

"Here's your lunch, Arthur." I separated the plates and got one of the two sandwiches to place on the plate. 

"Ah! Finally, some fuckin' food! I swear Aliena, you make a mean sandwich. Thanks, doll." Arthur said before taking a huge bite. 

I said "you're welcome" with a rather embarrassed smile and left. I walked out of the room and closed the door behind me. Now, I was holding one plate in my hand. I inhaled largely and puffed my cheeks as I exhaled. 

'I swear I'll never get used to 'em.' I thought.  

I walked over to Thomas' office, knocked, and was allowed to come in. I turned the knob and took in the sight. Thomas Shelby kept his head down, inspecting his documents while nursing a ciggie that was in-between his two fingers resting there with his arm bent on the desk. 

"Your lunch, Mr. Shelby." I whispered as I set his plate down. 

He didn't even lift his head as he muttered "thank you." So, I just left. 

I wiped my hands on me apron, walked back into the main house, and closed the doors behind me. I walked back into the kitchen and tossed me apron on a chair. 

"Finn, is your cousin still alive?"

"Yeah!"

"Good! Keep him that way for the next two to three hours!"

"Okay!"

After serving lunch to the boys, I had to start cleaning the house. I beat the dirt out of rugs, I swept away dirt, and moped the floors afterward. When I was done with that I was taking down clothes that I've just washed yesterday. Then, I got ready to start ironing them, but mid through it was around 4 o'clock. 

I had to stop and go find the rest of John's kids. I got little Johnny and walked back to the flat, but when I got there, I found all three of them waiting outside of the door. I was able to start dinner with ease that night. Katie helped me make chicken soup. She was always so adorable. It took little over an hour. I ate with them, and then told Ilsa it was her night to wash the dishes. 

She’s so stubborn, reminds me of meself. I bet she’ll be a boss feminist when she gets older. I can imagine her now, marching for Women’s Rights. 

Anyway, I ran over back to the main house and helped Polly finish making their dinner. It was basically chopping and peeling. When she didn't need me anymore, I had to go back to the kids. I was up with them 'till 8:30 and then I had to tuck them into bed. I got done by 9, but little Johnny came out abar three times before settling down. When I was confident they were all asleep, I tidied up the house a little more. I just put away a toy or two that they'd missed. 

It was 11:37 in the night when John got home. He thanked me and gave me a pound before sending me on me way. With a pep in my step, I trod over back to the main house. 

I got me key to unlock the door, stepped in, and then locked it. With a key still in me hand, I rested against the door. Me hand with the key was clutching on the doorknob for dear life, me body thudded softly as it collided with the door. I closed me eyes and let out a heavy sigh. I rested there for what seemed like an eternity. But I got meself back up. I took the pins out of me hair that finally managed to form and maintain a proper bun. Me cheeks puffed as I exhaled and I shook out me hair. I put me pins in me coat pocket as I made me way to the couch. Me body just plopped down and I just relaxed. 

Me feet and back soon started to ache. So, I took off me shoes and socks, and started massaging me feet and rolling my ankles. I followed up by cracking me back, and then going upstairs to me room. I started placing everything nicely and where they were supposed to be. I changed into pajamas, which was just a dress. I attempted to fall asleep in bed, but ended up failing. Instead, I went downstairs, grabbed the tub, heated up some water, and drew meself a bath in me own room. 

The only way we could cleanse ourselves here was in a tub. It wasn't installed into the house, oh no! It was quite literally a grey tub, and I have to use another tub for me hair. When I was done, I poured me hair water down the kitchen drain, and then worked me way with the water I used for me body. Afterward, I settled down in front of the fire that was in the living room. I sat in front of it while wringing the water out of me hair. The crackling of the fire as well as its heat was comforting. So much so that I found meself dozing off. 

It was during that allotted time that a hand suddenly shook me. Frightened, I gasped, rolled on to my knees from leaning on me thighs, and tried to focus on the person who jolted me awake. 

"You know, you'll end up catching a cold if you go to sleep with wet hair right away?" Thomas said while kneeling down beside me. "And your hair will be a pain to deal with if you don't brush it soon." 

I nodded while looking at him with hooded, unfocused eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Shelby." My voice sounded hoarse like I actually had been just awoken from a nap when in reality all I did was close me eyes for a second. Me eyes kept wanting to close. I chose to rub me arms to keep me awake. 

"Do I make you uncomfortable, Ms. Welsh?" He asked while properly sitting down next to me. 

I squeezed me eyes shut, silently cringing. I knew I was making it obvious, but I figured that he was used to it. Hell, even Arthur and John don't talk to him without minding themselves. 

With a tight grip on me arms and an equally tight smile I said, "No, not uncomfortable, Mr. Shelby. But I am intimidated by you." 

He nodded silently. "Intimidation is often used as another word for fear."

I giggled at his words. "It's actually a synonym for frighten or terrify, but also overawe. Which means to be impressed by someone to like the point of speechlessness." Me hands were now an active part in our small conversation.

Only reason I knew that was from searching up the word so much! 

"So, am I correct to assume you're telling me you're impressed by me, Ms. Welsh?"

I pursed me lips while leaning me head to the side, resting on me arms that had been crossed on top of me bent knee. "I guess. What I'm really trying to say is that… I don't know actually. I just don't want to cross a line with you, in all honesty. If I were to say something wrong- like a mispronunciation! Arthur and John would 'ave a laugh and a joke, but my expected reaction from you is silence. Silence can be the most daunting thing."

Thomas hummed while looking at me silently. 

I couldn't stop a giggle and pointed at him. "See! Like that! Are you just being understanding, or are you judging me?" I laughed even more afterward, and then I yawned. 

Through squinted eyes, I saw Thomas smirk. It was small. I'm sure it was really a half-assed smile. 

 "I see that you call my brothers by their names. Even though I insisted from the moment we met for you to call me by my name, you don't. Is this the reason why?"

I hummed. "I guess. I mean, well, you're my boss. I figure you have to use, you know, the proper terms. It's my first job 'n all! I didn't want to do anything to mess up." I said while tracing over the patterns in the carpet. 

"Well, from the way I see it, I am your boss and your boss is giving you an order." 

I tried to stifle my giggle and hide me smile, but it didn't do much since he had eyes and ears. "Fine. Thomas."

"Aliena."

After that, he went up to his room. Me fatigue was oddly gone yet at its worst at the same time. It took me another hour before I managed to drag meself up and sleep on the couch.

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"I wanna be your man"

Butlins Camps part1

August 1960, finally the end of the school year, after a long exhausting year, finally came holiday time.

As I had really succeed in my exams and my year, my parents had promised to let me go on holiday with three of my friends for one month, they were a little worried about seeing me go on vacation alone, in a holiday camp, with a lot of young people, especially young men, but they trusted me, I was a pretty serious girl, who spent her time reading rather than flirting. But this time I really wanted to enjoy, laugh with my friends, and why not meet a boy to have fun during the holidays, and my friends who was really more experimented as me, wanted to make me cut loose during this month.

One of my friend had booked a bungalow for a month at Butlin's Pwllheli, it was a holiday camp near Pwllheli in Wales, the guy she fancied, was playing over there in a band, and she was determined to have him! It wasn't a dreaming destination , but the camp looked nice, there was a large swimming pool, full of activities, and in the evening concerts and dancing parties, and the price wasn't very expensive for a month. For the occasion, I bought a collection of sexy bikini and pretty summer dresses, obviously my parents had no idea of it.

While I was waiting for my friend to pick me up by car, my parents gave me their last recommendations, especially my mother:

"My dear daughter, take care of yourself, you know boys are real predators, and will do anything to sleep with you, try to protect your virginity for your futur husband, darling!"

"Mum, please, i know... It's so odd to talk about this with you. Now i got to go, my friends is here, i promess i'll stay well behave, and won't do stupid things, you know me, i'm a good girl."

I kissed them, and rush into the car of my friend, that her father bought her to celebrate the success of her exam.

We all laughed, and we spent the trip listening to music, and chatting about all the things we were going to do!

"come on girls, let's go for the holidays, we're going to have fun! And who's gonna sleep with the handsome Rory all summer, it's me!"

We unpacked our belongings and don't waste time changing into bikini to enjoy the pool. I opted for a superb pink and white gingham bikini highlighting my chest and legs, with a matching headband. Then we went to the pool, the water was good and warm, after a few minutes of swimming, we were going to dry and sunbathe on the deckchairs, I started to read a book, while the girls were looking for boys, especially Betsie who was absolutely looking for her Rory, I had no idea who he was and his band, since I hardly have time to go out, spending the majority of the year to study. I was so absorbed in my book, that I hadn't noticed the group of boys who had approached us.

After two hours on the road, we finally arrived, a young woman at the reception made us visit the camp by explaining everything to us, then led us to our bungalow.

A deep baritone sensual male voice with a strong liverpool accent, got my head out of my book.

"Hi, i hope that i'm not bothering you? Can I sit next to you?"

"no, of course you can"

He gave me a charming smile, he wore only a very small swimsuit, he didn't look very tall, he was thin but slightly muscular, arms and thighs very toned, large hands with rings on his fingers, he had a fine face, big blue eyes, a luscious mouth, a masculine aquiline nose, beautiful fluffy wavy hair that looked soft! I blush, not knowing where to put my eyes. He was very attractive, and he was quite the kind of boy my parents dreaded!

"I'm Richard, but you can also call me Ritchie or Ringo"

"Nice to meet you, I'm (Y/N), Ringo?"

"Yes my bandmates call me like that cause of my rings."

"are you a musician?"

"a little bit, I studied it at school, I dream to go to Paris one day!"

"yes, I'm the drummer of the band "Rory storm and the Hurricanes" What were you reading?"

"oh a french book, by Boris Vian, it's very poetic, but a little bit weird!"

"I also like to read when I have time, do you speak french?"

"Me too, maybe we'll can go there one day together?"

"yeah, maybe, who knows!" i giggles.

"do you want to drink something?"

I felt so silly blushing and giggling like an idiot every time he spoke to me, but he was such a handsome guy.

"Yes, why not!"

He comes back a few minutes later with two bottles of coke and a straw for me, meanwhile Betsie was already busy flirting with Rory and my 2 other friends wading in the water, having fun splashing with boys. He took a sip from his bottle and asked me:

"I've already seen your friends at our concerts, but you, it's the first time that I see you, where were you hiding?

"Yeah i can see that, he said, watching Betsie getting groped, on Rory's lap.

I was sipping my coke from the end of my straw.

"Actually, I don't go out much the rest of the year..."

"Oh too bad, but it doesn't matter we'll catch up on time! How long are you staying here?"

"all August"

"so we'll definitely have time to get to know each other better!"

"yes, I hope it would be nice ..."

"will you come and see us play tonight?"

"yes of course, especially knowing that my friends are totally fan of your band"

I was very happy and quite worried at the same time, to have come across a boy who I liked, but who also seemed to be a womanizer...

I laughed.

"you have something planned after the concert, maybe we could spend time together?"

"uh.. no... nothing planned yet."

I had butterflies in my stomach at the idea of spending time alone with him, totally excited and frightened at the same time, never having really gone out with a boy, especially a boy who seemed really experienced, and who attracted me.

"you're cute when you blush"

My god i just wanted to kill myself for being so stupid and shy...

"Thanks"

"So, see you tonight, pretty (y / n) we have to prepare for the concert!"

He gave me a kiss on the cheek and left with his bandmates...

Maggie said to me laughing:

"Well what a chance, great for the first day, you caught a beautiful fish, he's the one that I wanted, Girls says that he has the biggest of all, and he make love very well, but he choose you... At least, Johnny is great too!

"I'm not aware of what girls says about him, anyway he looks very nice and charming"

I was very happy and quite worried at the same time, to have come across a boy who I liked, but who also seemed to be a womanizer...

[mobianflame]

I failed to wish to fly-- so I took a payload ship from Germany to Canada|Travel|The Guardian

' Are you a crew participant?" the guard inquired, repairing me along with a gaze in the vehicle's rear-view looking glass. "Traveler," I replied. The guard offered me a skeptical appeal then murmured something to themself in German, drinking his head. It was 7am and the slot of Hamburg was actually a hive of task, our slot safety and security vehicle speeding previous whirring cranes as well as dominating heaps of freight containers. As the ship's enormous hull came into scenery, I entered into a globe where every thing was actually larger, louder and more risky than my life on land. The 300-metre, 100,000-tonne vessel just before me was to become my property for the following 15 times.

4 months earlier I had created an appointment on a cargo ship to take me coming from Hamburg to Halifax, Nova Scotia. My European job visa was expiring and I expected to create it home to the west shore of Canada over time for X-mas. Current projects including the Swedish flygskam (air travel pity) had actually beamed a severe illumination on my blindness to the environment effect of air trip, and also I had actually determined that making a reservation for a trip wasn't a choice. Given that 2017, I would certainly produced over 14 tonnes of carbon coming from tours alone. I realised that all my attempts to minimize my carbon dioxide footprint in your home in Milan-- I pattern to operate, limit food refuse and hardly ever acquire new clothing-- are actually wiped out through just one air travel in between Canada as well as Europe.

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[seromreven]

title: blue velvet | chapter three.

pairings: john lennon/male!reader & paul mccartney/reader | various pairings both including and not including the reader.

summary: it’s the turn of the new decade; you’re the leader of a band that has its residency in a popular nightclub in Hamburg. One fateful night you meet The Beatles, a band new in town, and things take a turn as your relationship with two of the members of the band evolves.

author’s note: am still ill so i hope this chapter makes any sense as i’ve proven well enough that my brain completely abandons me when i’m sick

tumblr is a working website and the line i usually put after the read more won’t appear when making this post.

You were in a daze for the rest of the way home. Having been kissed unexpectedly by someone unexpected; you knew not how to feel. It was a nice kiss and you still felt the warmth in your cheeks from it. And while Paul was nice (and quite cute), you felt hesitant in thinking that you had any more feelings than that about him. You had come to value him more than a possible quick lay.

And, quite honestly, you felt more for John, even through the minimal interaction you had had with the guy. But Paul had kissed and in result making you sure that he was into you- into men. That you didn’t know about John and he had already punched you once; you wouldn’t want to risk getting another if it turned out he was the angry kind of a homophobe.

You walked the way to your apartment alone deep in thought; not noticing either John or Paul staring back at you in turns. The air was getting chiller these last few nights and you had yet to fish out your winter coat from the back of your closet; you were still not ready to accept summer having passed. It held your arms snugly around yourself as you neared the apartment.

And when you finally did reach it; you saw Paul waiting for you there as the rest was ascending the stairs.

“I hope I didn’t make a wrong move or anything, like,” he scratched the back of his neck and looked nervously around. You shook your head and shortly glanced around too, “I am… into men. It just came as a... surprise.” You assured him with a small smile and a pat on his shoulder as you both stood out in the cold.

Your abode was pretty neatly placed in the middle of the red light district of Hamburg. All around you were drunkards, people out on the street partying and sex workers as flashing lights from windows and signs hung from buildings filled the air around you. The sound of the low beating hum of music was intertwined with the loud talking and yelling of people around you. Just across the street where a cabaret; a source of great pleasure for the women-loving members of The Eighth Wonder as it was more of a burlesque show than much else.

“It was nice!” You suddenly said, surprising even yourself at your outburst. In your attempt to save the moment; you continued, “and, well, you’re an attractive lad so I can’t really complain,” you joked and was met with a smirking Paul as you removed your hand from his shoulder. Hm, he reminded you of the cat who just ate the canary. Had you done the wrong thing in admitting that? Because he looked like he was planning something.

“Let’s head inside, yeah?” you shook with a, slightly worried, chuckle as the chill was setting firmly into your bones and you much rather wanted to escape the cold and the lack of conversation that was slowly turning awkward.

You slowly ascended the narrow stairway with Paul close behind you. You could practically feel his eyes on you and you slowly regained the warmth from the long way to the top of the building where you had resident that left you flushed.

“Here we are,” you said with a deep sigh as you looked back to Paul with a smile.

The door to the apartment stood open and you could see various people inside move back and forth from conversations and tables filled with beverages and snacks. Your bandmates had really gone all out for the party. It was very rare one was held at your place so excess should have been expected from pals like Charlie and Booker.

Next to the open apartment door stood John; his arms were crossed as he looked at you recover from your journey up the flight of stairs with a raised brow. It usually wasn’t such a tough climb but you chalked this exception up to be due to the hovering presence of Paul behind you.

“...’m fine,” you muttered with a wave of your hand, sharing a short glance of eye contact with John before entering the populated apartment. The short eye contact was enough for you to get warm and you sighed as you looked around. In the time it had taken for you to get here; news about the party had apparently spread. Not only were your bandmates and your new friends here but so were some of your neighbours and random strangers. It also appeared that they had brought their own supplies as alcohol you hadn’t bought was being shared around.

You quickly found George in a corner by himself nursing a beer as guests stood in their own small groups, talking and dancing.

You got to him quickly through the crowd and patted him on the back with a short laugh as you got to him. He jumped slightly as he had been taken by surprise at your sudden appearance. He must have had been deep in thought about one thing or another.

“So, Georgie boy, what’s on your mind?” You asked with a great big smile as you looked at the young boy. While you still didn’t know his age; you held fast in your belief he couldn’t be more than seventeen or eighteen. And as such probably shouldn’t be in this company or with a beer but you were not one to judge. You had been up to far worse things at that age.

“N-nothing,” he stammered with a sudden blush and glanced quickly to his feet. You raised a brow and looked to where his eyes once had stared as if there had been a bushfire. It was a group of the Cabaret women and one, in particular, stood out in a rather scandalizing outfit. You grinned. Even for you; it wasn’t hard to see what had grabbed the young lad’s attention. As much as you wanted to help him talk to her, like what you would see in the movies; you knew it was very well a lost battle. You had seen her around before and the men she ran with weren’t exactly comparable with young George.

“C’mon,” you muttered with a small chuckle and guided him by the shoulder into the empty kitchen. You placed him down a small rickety chair and grabbed a glass of water for yourself and looked down at him from your place, leaned up against the kitchen countertop. “Having a good time?” You asked him, studying him as he looked down at his bottle. From what you had experienced; he was a tad shy but surely he wasn’t new to the party scene as he were in a semi-successful band in the Hamburg scene.

He nodded but told you that he, “just wasn’t in the party mood.”

You understood that feeling very well, having been a victim more than once to Booker’s surprise parties. Charlie only goaded him on while Wolfgang was nowhere to be found. He always turned up eventually after the party had long ended. You never were sure if he were warned or just had the uncanny ability to sense when a party was imminent. This one was no different as you had seen him nowhere in the apartment or on the way to it. It was just like he had vanished into thin air at the pure mention of ‘party’.

You couldn’t very well abandon George to sit by himself, nor force him into a party. He had gone along with the group to it. Out of group pressure, peer pressure, or because he wanted the company; you couldn’t know. But you wanted to stick by him anyhow.

You placed your glass in the sink and sat down at the other side of the table. Fishing around for ideas of conversation was for nought and you landed on asking him where the hell the last member of the band was; Pete Best was his name if you were to have remembered correctly. He shrugged and said something about him leaving before they had even gotten into the apartment lobby.

“Shame,” you muttered but it hadn’t felt genuine. He had made no impression on you whatsoever so you didn’t really care whether or not he had joined the party as it wouldn’t affect you in any major way anyhow. “So,” you were about the ask George something when the kitchen door opened with a quiet creaking and Paul poked his head in.

“Interrupting something?” He asked in his usual charming matter and you couldn’t help but shake your head and invite him in. Even though he had, in fact, interrupted something. He was followed by John who closed the door behind him. The kitchen was getting crowded, you sensed but invited them to take a seat on the remaining two chairs at the table. Paul quickly seated himself next to you and John across from you. Placing you in an interesting predicament as you reflected on your feelings of both of the young men.

You realised the interrupted question fitted in now better than before when it had just been George and decided to go ahead in your attempt to ask; “so, you’re all from Liverpool?”

It was met with nods as they resembled a choir in their synced verbal response to your question. You had guessed as much from their accents but you had heard through the grapevine, so to speak, about them being from around there. “I myself am from Brighton.” You felt a rush of homesick of the mentioning of the name. You hadn’t been there for so terribly long as you had been all wrapped up in business and were unavailable to go on any kind of vacation. “So is Booker and Charlie. We all went to school together too; like you three. Though if you ask Charlie; he’d tell you he’s a Dubliner through and through.”

The night continued in the same way. Telling stories of home and from each of your time in Hamburg. It seemed that The Beatles had been quite busy in the short time they had been in the city as between the three of them they had always collected quite a mass of stories. You had your own little party in the solitude of the kitchen as you sat around the table sharing tales and jokes.

Paul had at one point during the night placed his hand stealthy on your knee and were moving it in soft circles, much to your frustration as it made it increasingly harder to focus on the conversation at hand but he only smirked at the pointed glances you shot him. It was when the hand slowly made it way up your thigh that you should up your seat and with a slight awkward chuckle excused yourself from the room.

Entering the hallway you quickly realised it, fortunately, wasn’t as full as you feared. The little devil that Paul probably was had with his continuingly surprisingly soft hands (Seriously? With how long and often he played the guitar, they shouldn’t be so wonderfully soft) worked wonders in making your pants feel tight and you hurried to the bathroom.

You noticed the time on the way in your escape to the bathroom and saw that it very much nearing early morning. Explained the lack of people but; had you and the boys really been talking for so long?

You sighed deeply as you splashed cold water in your flushed face. Looking at your own reflection in the cracked mirror (Charlie’s fault), you slowly counted to ten as you prepared yourself to get back out there. How had you managed to get in a situation like this? A very attractive man was into you and you weren’t… disinterested but instead your entire attention was still unfocused on a (possibly) straight man. It hardly felt fair to Paul and his perfectly cute round face to partake in any of the very strong hints he was sending your way when all you really could think of his John and his brown eyes and auburn hair and- damn. You coughed slightly, adjusting yourself, and collected yourself together enough to finally step out of the tiny room.

And, well, speak of the devil. Who did you bump into but none other than John? You made a flustered jumble of words in your attempt in apologising as you stared hard into the floor but it was all for nought as he only laughed at it and you quickly stopped with a careful smile as you finally looked at him. God, you really had a silly teenage crush on the man, didn’t you? Funny really; considering how you first met him. You smiled in a way that felt awkward as you stood silently looking at John and his defined jaw. Wait, were you supposed to say something?

“Uh, hi,” you chuckled and looked past him to find that you were alone, though the kitchen door stood wide open and made you wonder if it was close enough for Paul and George to overhear what was going on at this end of the hallway.

He smirked and with a chuckle commented on your apparent visible flushed state of being; “Paul really did a number on you, eh?”

“Wha-” oh. He had noticed that? Shit.

The amused look in his eyes only increased with his forming grin and you cursed at yourself. He looked great like that. With the laugh lines and wrinkles at his eyes. You slowly blinked as you were (probably) staring at him in a tired haze. God, it had been a long and confusing day. All this emotional bullshit was taking a toll on you.

“Your guy… Wolf? Told us to get going so I’m just saying goodbye for the rest of the guys as they’d rather not get on the kraut’s bad side.”

You choked on a laugh and moved towards the door with John at your side; “don’t let him hear you say that.”

“I don’t care,” John said with a great big shit-eating grin and a shrug.

You reached out your hand for a last goodbye shake as you reached the door and waited patiently as John glanced down at it. It was as if something clicked in his head and his grin slowly turned to a smirk and leaned in, ignoring your hand, and placed his lips on yours in a chaste kiss. He had appeared self-assured but through the kiss, it was clear he didn’t truly feel so.

He pulled away with a fierce blush; suddenly looking mighty bashful and muttered “just wanted to see what Paul’s fuss was about” before hurrying out the door and down the stairs. You stood fast in the position he had left you, hand still out for the handshake that never came, in before you lightly shook your head and glanced to the door.

What just happened? Did that just happen?

“What?”

You somehow in your confused haze made it to your bedroom and fell onto it with a heavy thud. God, this day had been strange. Paul very clearly not hiding his feelings. John, who you thought were disinterested, had kissed you. You should be rejoicing! You crush had kissed you! But all you could think about was the peculiarity of his reaction to the kiss. Had he never kissed a man before? Was that the problem? Or just you. Fuck. 

You closed your eyes tightly together as you felt a headache coming on through the mess of your mind.

The next day better be less complicated than this or you’ll… you’ll just have to accept it because, honestly, what else could you do but just go the route your life seemed to be taking?

[whisperess33]

Tag ! Get to know me !

Rules : Always post the rules. Tag 11 new people you'd like to know better!

Thank you so much for tagging me @izzysdenimjacket, I feel like I'm part of the family even if I don't actually write things 🤣

1. Dogs or cats?

I have a cat, with which I have a love-hate relationship... I guess that makes me a cat person ?

2. YouTube Celebrities or Normal Celebrities?

Hum, the only celebrities I like are the ones who have a talent that I think is very valuable and whom I admire for it ? Like musicians for example ! So Normal Celebrities !

3. If u could choose to live anywhere, where would that be ?

I guess I would be happy to travel in any English speaking country, but to live I'd go either for an anglophone town (Seattle or Liverpool or maybe Cardiff), either for a place near Archachon Bay, in France, where I grew up... I miss France sunsets ! ❤

4. Disney or DreamWorks?

Disney (favourites are : The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Brother Bear, Pocahontas, Mulan, The Lion King, Lilo and Stitch), even if DreamWorks made one of my favourite childhood movie, which is : Spirit!

5. Favorite childhood TV show?

'Les Cités d'Or', a French TV show that my mom watched when she was little, about a little boy going to South America to find the Aztec Cities of Gold!

6. The movie you're looking forward to most in 2020?

It's been a really long time since I've checked when movies come out... so I don't know! I used to go to the cinema a lot as a teen though!

7. Favorite book you read in 2019?

It's So Easy (and Other Lies) by Duff McKagan!

8. Marvel or DC?

Marvel!

9. If you choose Marvel favorite member of the X-Men? If you choose DC favorite Justice League member?

When I chose Marvel I was talking more about the Avengers, but if we're talking about the X-Men I think Quicksilver is pretty rad! His slow scenes in the X-Men movies are really funny!

10. Night or Day ?

Night... otherwise I wouldn't be writing this at 3am 😅

11. Favorite Pokemon?

Wailord and Lapras... yes I love everything that resembles a marine cetacean 🤣

12. Top 5 bands/artists :

• Guns N' Roses

• Pearl Jam

• Chris Cornell

• BigFlo & Oli (French rappers)

• Alice in Chains (their MTV Unplugged performance is a beauty!)

13. Top 10 Books :

Honestly, except for the book by Duff McKagan that I read this year, I have not read real (non-fanfiction) and not compulsory books in a while, even if I loved reading as a kid! I really want to go back to reading though!

14. Top 4 Movies :

• The Hunchback of Notre Dame (animation)

• Rudderless (one of the best music movies I've ever seen ❤)

• Les Misérables 25th Anniversary Concert

• Free Willy 1, 2 and 3 (especially 1 and 3 actually!)

15. US or Europe?

Well, I never went to the States, so Europe I guess 🤣

16. Tumblr or Twitter?

Tumblr all the way, even if I don't understand how everything works... I understand even less about Twitter anyway so... 🤷‍♀️

17. Favourite vacation destination?

Based on the places I already went to during vacation (Corsica, Alsace, London and Spain), London is my all-time favourite ! ❤

18. Favourite YouTuber?

I don't really have one, but I do particularly enjoy the artistic and threads videos by French YouTuber Squeezie !

19. Favourite author?

I won't answer that for the reason listed in question 13.

20. Tea or Coffee?

Neither. But I'm a coke addict (the drink not the drug obviously!)

21. OTP?

I'd love to see a Natasha Romanov/Bucky Barnes thing in a Marvel movie!

22. Do you play an instrument/sing?

I do sing (but it's really more something I would call 'in-tune mumbling' 🤣), I been playing guitar for more than 6 years and I'd love to learn to play the bass guitar!

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There’s No Way I’m Falling (Dejan fic) Chapter 2

A/N: in this chapter you get to see more of Dejan’s thoughts! I hope you enjoy. 

Chapter 2: Her Favorite Flowers

The next morning Mimi was woken up suddenly by her alarm clock. God how she hated the sound of that thing. While she was tempted to press snooze, she knew she had to get up and shower right now if she was gonna be able to get to work in time. When the warm water of the shower hit her body, she felt as if she washed away all the sins that she committed in her dreams. As she got out, she dried herself and felt fresh as she no longer thought about the endeavors of her dream.

An hour later she got to the office and was confused as she saw a huge flower bouquet on her desk. Stepping closer she saw that there was a card attached to one of the roses.

I just read your article online and I must say you did an amazing job! I am happy that we got to meet, and hopefully it will happen again soon. -Dejan

Mimi kept wondering if it was normal for this to happen, nobody else had flowers on their desk. Granted, she was the only woman so maybe that had something to do with it? She shook off the thought and checked her mail to see if her boss had sent her a new assignment.

“I think we are going to let you write more about the Liverpool players” her boss’ voice rang behind her and she looked up from the computer. “You seem to impress” he added with a grin.

“It was just luck… he was very easy to talk to” she stammered.

“well there’s a first time for everything” he said with a chuckle. Upon seeing her confused look, he added “I have never heard anyone classify Dejan Lovren as “easy to talk to””.

She honestly had no idea why that made her feel so warm inside. Her boss must have seen this as he quickly snapped her out of her trance “You’re covering their afternoon training session... make sure to take some good photos, if you can get some interviews that is amazing”. After that, he left and she took the hint and left the office.

She had never been more bored than when watching the team workout, snapping pictures now and then. One thing she had discovered was that the guys weren’t at all as ugly as she had pictured and that male journalists had no respect for a 21 year old woman.

“have you lost your mommy or daddy?” one particularly annoying man in his late 40s asked her as she was trying to get a picture of Mo Salah being his usual, adorable, self.

As she turned around to put the man in place she noticed that the players stopped dead in their tracks. “Leave her alone you freak!” a voice, she recognized all too well from her many dreams that night, shouted out from the field. “She writes better than you!” he added before sending the man a death glare.

She looked over at Dejan and mouthed “thank you” before taking a picture of him. He just flashed that smile that made her weaker in the knees than she would like to admit before going back to training. Mimi couldn’t believe the feelings she had in her stomach right then, she couldn’t actually be falling for a man she barely even knew. No, it was just because he had protected her, there wasn’t anything more to it than that.

Afterwards she steered clear of the Croat and instead interviewed Jordan Henderson instead before leaving for the office to tell her boss about her day. She needed him to know how uncomfortable it was working among men who looked at her as a child and how sweet the players were about everything.

*Dejan’s POV*

He had barely entered the training field on his third training after the world cup and vacation, when he was dragged aside by one of the people who handled their press stuff like interviews and such. “Today you will be interviewed by a young, newly graduated, journalist… do not scare her away!”

He didn’t care much for the warning, but had to admit that it was probably his own fault that they felt like doing it. His mind wandered off about how badass it was that a newly graduated “her” was going to interview him, he already had so much respect for whoever this woman was for stepping into a community filled with conservative males.

Suddenly he had arms wrapped around him from a tight hug from behind. “Hey Mo… You missed me?” he chuckled and grabbed the other man’s arms.  

“Yeah the 30 minutes since I last received one of your snaps were killing me!” Mo answered before kissing Dejan’s shaved head. “Nope. Still don’t fancy the hair” he said with a pout and ran away as he knew very well he would be chased.

Dejan tackled the other man and they rolled on the ground for a while, pretending to be wrestling. They quit, however, when some of the other guys started humming to “here comes the bride”. “You’re just jealous that you have no one to love like we love each other!” Dejan ‘defended’ while laughing hysterically. “By the way, do not tell Sime Vrsaljko… He would be way too jealous for me to fix”. That addition made the entire team roar with laughter.

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After the training he checked his phone to see how much time he had before his interview and noticed a message from Ivan Rakitic. It was a picture of a very beautiful girl, probably one of the most beautiful human beings he had ever seen. After almost drooling over the picture for a while he noticed a message underneath. “My buddy knows this girl and said she asked who you were because she is going to interview you”. His heart literally skipped a beat, that muse of a human being was gonna interview him?! How could he even get a word out to her? It might have been a bad decision, but he decided the best way was to play cocky.

He walked over to where he had been told she would be and in last minute he grabbed Mo to be his sorta wingman. Upon reaching the young journalist he noticed that she was looking at pictures of him… and smiling!? “ooh, that man is very handsome” He couldn’t help himself, he just had to say it.

The woman looked up at them and flashed them, an obviously fake, smile. That was the moment where Dejan realized cocky wasn’t the way to go with this girl.

“Hey, I am Noémie, you must be Dejan” she then said, and oh did that voice and her Spanish accent make him feel things. He couldn’t help but smile a huge smile when she acknowledged him.

“Hey Naomi, yeah that’s me. We should get this over with before my wife comes to pick me up”. Oh fuck, he realized just too late that he had said her name wrong from her trying to hide her frown. AND he had managed to mention his wife..

“Of course, do you want to do it right here or do you prefer somewhere else?” she politely said, but Dejan could tell that she was very offended by the name thing.  

He guided her to a more private part of the room and sat down and gestured for her to sit opposite of him. “I prefer to sit here when talking to journalists” he said, once again absolutely beaming. He couldn’t help but smile at the absolute beauty in front of him.

After the interview was over he went to where his wife had said that she’d pick him up and saw her waiting in her car. He dropped his bag in the backseat and got in and looked at her “Sorry I am late, it’s just I had an interview”.

She glared at him back “Do you KNOW what we pay for that therapist!? It’s like you don’t even try”. Now he had wished the interview had lasted longer, because that shit was tense and he was nervous of her beauty but ANYTHING beat a fight about marriage counseling.

He just rolled his eyes and looked at the message from Rakitic while his wife drove the car to the therapist. He even decided to send Ivan a message “Dude, she was so cool.. but I fucked up big time. Can you find out what kind of flowers she likes?”. At least he could send her flowers and pretend it was because he liked the article, well he probably would but anyway.

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The next morning he woke up all alone in his bed, he was used to that by now since he and Anita had more or less broken up. They really only lived together because of the kids and the fact that both had a wish for this to work out even though they both knew they wouldn’t. She had cheated on him and as much as he pretended everything was okay, that made him terrified of ever loving someone again.

Eventually he checked his phone and noticed that the interview was online. “Dejan is back in town” by Noémie López. Hell, even her name was beautiful. Wait what? No Dejan don’t fall for her! You don’t know her!

He read the article and was amazed by how much research she must have done to even make the thing readable, he sure as hell didn’t help her a lot. Remembering what he had asked Rakitic of the day before he called a florist and got her a bouquet of roses and tulips to send to her office. Why did he want to impress her so badly?

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When he arrived at the afternoon training he looked up at the press stands. He knew it was stupid to believe she would be there, but a man could dream. Just then he saw her, her hair blowing in the slight wind. He noticed the entire team looking at her and he felt some sort of jealousy when she smiled towards some of the other guys. It was like she didn’t even notice him.

It all changed drastically when one of the asshole journalists decided to talk to her “have you lost your mommy or daddy?”. Dejan felt like he was burning on the inside and he didn’t even notice that everyone stopped around him.

 “Leave her alone you freak!” He yelled at the man, making a fist with his hand ready to fight for her. “She writes better than you!” he then stated. At this point Jordan Henderson had to hold him back so he wouldn’t kill the man.

When he calmed down a little he looked up at her again and she mouthed a silent thank you to him, which he responded to with a huge smile that only grew bigger when she took a picture of him.

Later that night he fell asleep, trying to prove to himself that she couldn’t be as great as he pictured her to be.