Bohort qui tricote des bonnets pour toute la table ronde et certes, ils ont l'air ridicules mais comme il fait extrêmement froid, ils sont bien obligés de les porter. Ils sont chaud quand même. Et puis tout doux aussi
carraville + summer - (somehow it's always winter with them, haha) pretty please and thank you :) !
send me a word and a ship and i will write a mini-fic!
Jamie loves the summer. He loves it even on a day like today, when he has the nastiest headache. Days are long, the sun shines bright even in his corner of Northern England, and, most importantly, he is free of Gary N.eville. No shows to run together in the summer, no games to call, no post-MNF drinks.
Manchester is galaxies away and Jamie has weeks, sometimes even months, of freedom and bliss, as Gary’s sorry face, his grating accent fades away into a distant memory.
He knows of course that his peace is not absolute. There is much of the summer remaining yet and his freedom cannot be guaranteed.
He may lose a bet for example, claim this or that player would never sign for Chelsea, or Manchester United, or Arsenal. When the player does just that, Gary might demand Jamie pay up, in the form of drinks, or perhaps, dinner, and insist that no, it cannot wait until August.
His A/C might break down in the middle of a sweltering heatwave and just as luck would have it when Stevie is out of town. He may have no choice but to pick up a six-pack or two and show up at Gary’s place, lest he die of a heat stroke.
Or, he may be on holiday, perhaps in the French Riviera, sipping a mojito by a turquoise sea and thinking about how good he has it, when a sound like nails dragging against a board interrupts his bliss. He might open his eyes only to find Gary chatting to one of those obnoxious friends of his, two sunbeds over. Jamie would walk up to him ask ‘what do you think you are doing here?’ only to be met with incredulous eyebrows and a reply of ‘what do YOU think you are doing here!?’ They might have to spend at least some part of their holiday together after that, horrifying as the thought is. It would be impolite to know you are staying three villas over from a colleague and ignore them flat out. They might have to go swimming together and in the evenings, sit on the pier and talk.
Or Gary might simply text him and ask if he would like to get together some time for drinks, or perhaps, for dinner. Jamie would say no of course—he likes his summers Gary N.eville-free thank you very much—but Gary is a stubborn old goat and may not be persuaded that easily. Out of courtesy, Jamie might find himself lounging in his garden, or perhaps, Gary’s, bickering.
Like an old married couple, Stevie calls it.
Stevie has no idea what he is talking about. As if Gary would ever get married to him.
“I mean I might,” Gary replies, his voice like laughter. “If you ask nicely enough.”
“Don’t be daft, you wouldn’t.”
Wait.
Gary-?
Gary is sitting in a chair with his feet tucked in under the covers at the foot of the bed. He looks tan—it is summer, Jamie’s mind helpfully supplies—and smiling obnoxiously.
“What are you doing here?” Jamie asks. Is he hungover? He is lying down and his head does hurt and-
Bollocks.
He was at a barbecue, wasn’t he, a neighbor’s was stuck on a tall tree and Jamie offered to climb and rescue the poor moggy. Except, he is not 25 anymore and he lost his footing and fell down, headfirst.
“You know if you missed me that much over the summer,” Gary smirks, “you could have come over to mine for drinks, I would have let you in. There was no need to land yourself in the hospital.”
Jamie winces. “Go away.” He closes his eyes and waves towards the door. If he said everything he was thinking out loud--he is pretty sure he is never going to live this down. “You are the last thing I want to deal with while concussed.”
Gary taps his arm. “Hey.”
“What?”
Gary smiles and sounds oddly sincere when he speaks.
If you want more bad boy Kim Young Min you can check My Mister if you haven't seen it. He's basically the main vilain, not fun like Edward in Private Lives but still dashing. And the story and the leads (IU and Lee Sun Kyun) are perfect!
Hey! @capitanogiorgio I was thinking about My Mister but it kinda weirded me out how much older the guy looks than IU 😂 so i took it off my list lmaoo. But maybe ill watch just for kim young min 😂
I promised to write you awkward baby Chiello/Monto (images very much in line with the theme 👀) like, two years ago, and while this is not the story I started back then, it’s definitely in the same vein.
It’s also my first fill for the Cliché A Week 2021 challenge. A few lines, I said? Try 2k+ in half a day!
Title: Compatible Heat
Pairing: Giorgio Chiellini/Riccardo Montolivo (with a hefty side serving of Pazzolivo friendship)
Rating: T (for mild language and one reference to tentacle porn)
Summary: There is an overbooking in the Junior National Team's hotel, but luckily for the poor receptionist, Riccardo and Giorgio are being nice and volunteer to share a double.
“Heard you’re looking for a roomie – I happen to be a great one!”
Tagged, by the amazing @capitanogiorgio , who had such a variety of songs in hers. I hope I can live up to it 😂
Rules: spell out your URL using song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL
C - Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen
H - Hanggang Kailan by Orange & Lemons
E - Endlessly by The Cab
N - New Balance by Jhene Aiko
C - Can’t Take My Eyes Off You by Frank Vallie and others
H - Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen
I - In the End by Linkin Park
O - Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da by The Beatles
.........I wish I had cooler songs to share with you guys but these are the songs I like listening to if I had to pick using the letters of my username 😂
Challenging the following: @alittlelostlamb | @secretlittlethings | @goalkepa | @dybain | @forzadybala | @discordiavonsin ++ to you, who came across this and is reading this sentence rn, I challenge you to do this too. Good luck!