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song challenge with Jamie tartt ! The just friends one please ☺️❤️

just friends | jamie tartt

based on just friends by virginia to vegas

description: you meet jamie tartt at a gala and he can't help but fall for you.

warnings: language-- it's ted lasso, what did you expect? angst! miscommunication! drinking! making out!

length: 4K words

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When your uncle Trent invited you to a "work party," you expected maybe a private room in a restaurant in Tooting, or at most, a cocktail hour on a boat with snooty, businessmen. You did not expect a full-on red carpet gala with paparazzi, and famous footballers, and well, you got the snooty businessmen part right at least.

You knew your uncle had worked with AFC Richmond in the past. You weren't completely out of the loop. You read the book he wrote-- which was marvelous-- and watched a few of the games last season, but you didn't think he stayed in touch with the Richmond crew. Especially not to the point where he's still invited to their annual charity gala with a plus one.

Because of your lack of preparation, you felt severely underprepared for the event. You stood beside the open bar while your uncle walked around and mingled. You made the excuse that you needed some liquid courage to loosen up before you started chatting with folks who could buy half of England if they wanted to.

"Y/N?" You turned around to find a woman dressed in a gorgeous, sparkly dress, smiling at you. She outstretched her hand, which you gladly accepted. "I'm Keeley. Trent has told me so much about you."

"Keeley Jones!" You exclaimed, a smile overtaking your features. "So nice to meet you."

"Likewise," she beamed, "What ya doin' all the way over here? Come on, have you met the boys yet?"

You didn't have a chance to say no before she was pulling you towards a crowd of men dressed to the nines. You saw your uncle talking to one of them and he shot you a comforting smile as you approached.

"Lads, this is Y/N! Trent's niece."

"Nice to meet you, Y/N!" The boy beside your uncle called out, raising his beer bottle in a hello, "Name's Colin."

Then, the one next to you turned his body to introduce himself, "Hello, my name is Sam. It's a pleasure to meet you."

This caused a domino effect where all the men began introducing themselves to you. It was overwhelming, in a good way, but you knew that you would not be able to remember all of their names.

Finally, there were two boys left to introduce themselves. One had a glass of champagne in his hand, grinning brightly as he waited for his turn to speak. The other was wearing sunglasses indoors--prick-- and looked like he would rather be anywhere else but here.

"Hello, Y/N. My name is Jan Maas." The happier of the two grinned at you. "Trent did not tell us you were this pretty."

"Oi, bruv," Isaac, who you learned was the captain of the team, smacked Jan Maas on his arm, "You don't have to say everything that pops into your head all the time."

You blushed, laughing at the two men bickering. "No worries, I appreciate the compliment, Jan Maas."

The circle was hushed as they waited for the last man to speak up. When it became evident that he was not gonna say anything-- again, prick-- Roy spoke up. "And that's Jamie."

Ah. It made sense now. Jamie Tartt. You heard a lot about him from your uncle and from the sports blogs you read last season when you were trying to get caught up on all things AFC Richmond. You knew Jamie Tartt was the real deal. It suddenly wasn't so surprising that he felt like he was too good to engage in conversation with you.

But you would be a liar if you said that you didn't find him attractive. If he put in the effort to be decent, then you'd definitely be crushing on him already. He looked good. His jacket was discarded somewhere. He had the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows with a gold chain peeking out from under the collar. You had to give credit where credit is due.

You awkwardly moved on from the situation and mingled with the boys. You met Rebecca, Coach Beard, and Nate later in the night. As the gala progressed, your ability to function properly in society deteriorated with every free drink from the open bar. Before you knew it, Keeley was hanging off your arm, giggling over a stupid joke that Richard made.

Wiping your tears of laughter from your eyes, you untangled yourself from Keeley, "Okay, I'm gonna go get us some water."

You walked to the bar area, careful not to trip over your own feet. You sighed a breath of relief when you made it to the counter in one piece, "Two waters, please."

You looked to your left and couldn't help but scoff when you saw Jamie beside you. You rolled your eyes, "Prick."

He furrowed his eyebrows, "Are you talking to me?"

It was definitely the alcohol talking. And boy, was it running its mouth. "Yeah, you're bein' a prick."

"I haven't done anythin' to ya," he complained, taking a sip of his water. "What are you callin' me a prick for?"

"Where do I start?" He motioned for you to continue so you did. "First of all, who the hell wears sunnies indoors? There isn't sun in here! And it's nighttime, you don't even need it outside! Oh! And we're in bloody England, when do we ever get sunlight? Sunnies are useless."

He opened his mouth to respond, but you beat him to it, "Second, you didn't have the courtesy to introduce yourself to me. Made Roy do it. Like I get it, you're Mr. Jamie Fucking Tartt. Star Player of AFC Richmond and Golden Boy of the Champions League and gorgeous with amazing hair and I'm just Trent's niece. But would it hurt ya to say hello?"

"Sorry," he mumbled, taken aback by your bluntness. Drunk you could give Jan Maas a run for his money. He couldn't focus on anything else besides the fact that you called him gorgeous.

"'m not done," you continued, taking a deep breath. Ranting about Jamie made you lose your breath, "Lastly, you've been avoiding your teammates, your friends! I literally saw Dani frown! I didn't even think that was possible. You should be ashamed of yourself."

Jamie was stuck staring at you. He hoped you were too drunk to notice the blush on his cheeks. You were wrong about one thing, the sunnies were useful. If he didn't have them on, he was sure you'd notice the way his eyes have been heart-shaped since you first introduced yourself to the group.

He wasn't sure when he stopped being able to talk to pretty girls, but when he saw you approach with Keeley, his knees buckled and suddenly he forgot his own name. He didn't mean to be rude earlier. He wanted to introduce himself but he physically couldn't. By the time he remembered who he was, it was too awkward.

He's spent the rest of the night anxiously replaying the interaction in his head. If he had a sip of liquor, he would, no doubt, yak all over the dance floor so he stayed on the outskirts of the party, dead sober.

Before he could properly apologize for the terrible first impression, you'd already retrieved the two glasses of water from the bartender and began walking toward Keeley.

The day after, Jamie texted Keeley for your number. At first, he tried to play it off as just wanting to apologize to you for being rude the night before, but Keeley could read him like the back of her hand.

She smirked and sent your number over to Jamie.

That's how you found yourself nursing a hangover, cursing whoever texted your phone because it dinged so loud that your headache increased tenfold. When you checked your phone and saw an unknown number, you didn't think much of it at first. You knew you exchanged numbers with a few people last night so it wasn't out of the ordinary to get random texts. But when you saw the follow-up texts, you quickly sobered up.

From: Unknown

"Hi, Y/N. Got your number from Keeley."

From: Unknown

"Just wanted to say sorry for bein a prick yesterday. Promise, I'm not like that."

From: Unknown

"This is Jamie, btw."

From: Unknown

"Jamie Tartt"

From: Unknown

"From Richmond"

You laughed at his texts. Did he seriously think you wouldn't be able to deduce that it was him? You didn't know many Jamies. In fact, he's the only Jamie you knew. Plus, the prick thing gave it away.

To: Jamie Tartt From Richmond

"Figured it was you, Jamie. But thanks for the clarification. - Y/N Y/L/N, Trent Crimm's niece."

That was the start of your friendship with Jamie.

"Jamie fucking Tartt!" Your voice boomed throughout the locker room, easily drowning out the hum of conversations that the boys were having. "You're dead!"

A chorus of "oooohs" rang across the room with all the boys patiently waiting to see what Jamie did this time. You and Jamie have been engaged in a month-long prank war. How Jamie managed to be a professional footballer (who is leading the team in goals and plays a large part in the team's 5 game-winning streak) and still have time to meticulously plan pranks was beyond your understanding.

Jamie was halfway done with getting dressed when you walked in. His shirt was still folded neatly in his cubby when he turned around to greet you with a smirk, "Hey, love. Are you wrapped up?"

You couldn't help but let your eyes roam down his chest and his torso. On your scan back up, your eyes stopped at his arms. God, his arms. For the most part, you were able to control your attraction for Jamie, but sometimes, the universe tested you. This was one of those moments.

Jamie bit his lip when he realized you were checking him out. He cleared his throat, breaking you from your trance, "So, you wrapped up and ready to go?"

You remembered why you were pissed at him. "You wrapped my entire car in plastic wrap! How the hell am I going to get home?"

At your explanation, the team chuckled at Jamie's latest prank. You turned around to shoot daggers at all of them. The laughter stopped.

"Someone wrapped your car in plastic wrap?" He faked a shocked face, "That's horrible."

Two can play that game.

"Is that why you invited me to watch training today?" You gasped, acting like your feelings were hurt. You pretended to cry, sniffling as you lowered your head, "Thought you wanted to see me. Whole time you just wanted to prank me."

Jamie's eyes widened. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you towards his chest as he began to mumble a million apologies, "No, no, Y/N. I did want to see you, promise! I just thought that it would also be fun to pull a prank, but you know I wanted to see you. Always want to see you, love. Please don't cry."

For a while, you forgot you were playing a bit. All you could focus on was that your head was laying on Jamie Tartt's bare chest while his arms were wrapped around you. He was kissing the top of your head and apologizing to you for a stupid prank.

You'd been in these situations before. After a few months of being friends with Jamie, you found that he was extremely touchy and clingy, which you did not expect from him. When he'd come over to hang out and watch movies, he'd end up with his head on your lap while you played with his hair. After games where Richmond won, you'd meet him in the car park when everyone's gone home where he'd run to you, hug you, then spin you around while you giggled and told him to put you down.

But this time was different. You were in front of people who were staring at you. Their hushed whispers, traces of smiles in their voice, brought you back to reality. You pulled away from him, red-cheeked, and stuttering. You saw Bumbercatch from the corner of your eye, sending you a wink.

"Jam," you said, "I'm just kidding. I'm not really upset."

"Oi," he frowned, finally putting a shirt on. "That's not nice. I thought I actually made you upset."

"Well, I am upset because you wrapped my car in plastic wrap." You reminded him. The room started to clear out, the boys bidding you a goodbye as they exited. You waited for Jamie to get his things together before walking out with him. "Can we call it a truce on the pranking?"

"You givin' up?" he raised his eyebrows, "Didn't peg you as a quitter."

"Not giving up," you shoved him lightly, "Just don't want to hurt your feelings again. Seriously, Jamie, you nearly cried and got on your knees when you thought I was upset! Embarrassing for you."

He was about to argue when he saw your teasing smile. He shook his head, blushing. It was embarrassing, really. It was so embarrassing how he was so gone for you. The idea of making you feel bad, even on accident, killed Jamie. He never wants you to be upset.

There was something magnetic about you. No matter how hard he tried-- and he did try-- to stay away from you, or at the very least ignore his romantic feelings towards you, the stronger your pull was. Jamie can't remember the last time he woke up without thinking of you or the last time he went to bed without the thought of you in his dreams.

Ever since the night of the gala, Jamie only fell harder for you. At first, it started out with just finding you attractive. Jan Maas was right, Trent did not mention just how beautiful you were. Even if Trent did try to explain it, Jamie didn't think the English language could do your beauty any justice. As he got to know you, your goofiness, kindness, and gigantic heart, he knew he was a goner.

With you, he could act like a stupid little kid. He can have fun with you, laugh at everything, and do nothing but sit on your couch eating junk food. But he can also be vulnerable with you. He hasn't mentioned all of his past to you, half afraid that you'd run away once you get a deeper look into who he is and what he's gone through, and half nervous that once he lets you in completely, he'll never recover if you ever break his heart.

He wasn't ready to lose you. Not yet. Not ever.

"Let me help you get your car untangled," he offered, opening the door to leave the facility. "Least I can do."

"How the hell did you do this while you were at training? I literally watched you the entire time and you were on the pitch."

"You were watching me?" he asked, looking at you with a glimmer in his eye.

You scrunched your nose, feeling caught. You had a joke ready as a response but it never made its way past your throat. You looked at him, a small smile on your face. You leaned over and placed a hand on his bicep, "Always am."

Jamie gulped, the feeling of your touch making his brain short-circuit. He felt his heart beating out of his chest. He really was pathetic. He backed away from your touch before he could do something he would later regret, "I paid Kenneth to do it while we were trainin'."

Your jaw hung low, a look of disbelief now on your face. Jamie, knowing you too well, sensed that you were about to tackle him and ran away from you. You chased him around the empty car park, with your plastic-wrapped car and his obnoxious sports car as the only inhabitants, while yelling, "I'm going to get you back so good!"

This, you thought, this is a life you could get used to.

You shouldn’t have gotten used to it.

You didn’t know how things changed so quickly. One minute, you were leaning your drunk self on Jamie as you sang a horrible rendition of “When He Sees Me” from The Waitress, the next, he was ignoring your calls and avoiding every event where you’d be in attendance.

It’s been a week since you last heard from Jamie and you were tired of it. You marched on the pitch, ignoring Roy’s complaints. The boys halted their movements, glancing at each other with worried looks, before staring directly at Jamie.

“Stop being a fucking prick!” You exclaimed. He huffed, continuing to ignore you. He continued the drills he was doing before you showed up, though none of his teammates joined him. “Tartt!”

He rolled his eyes, finally stopping to look at you, “What?”

“Oi! Tartt, Y/L/N, can you settle your lover’s quarrel in the tunnel? We have trainin’!” Roy yelled.

“Start walking, Tartt,” You weren’t going to let him off the hook that easily. You walked behind him as he made his way to the tunnel behind the coaches. You were really glad today was a closed practice.

By the time you made it to the tunnel, your initial anger had subsided. You just felt bad. Why did he stop talking to you? Was it something you did? You knew that he was avoiding you given how he just reacted on the pitch. What you didn’t understand was why.

“What do you want, Y/N?” There was venom in his tone.

You blinked, not used to that tone from Jamie. “Why’re you bein’ such a prick all of a sudden? What have I done?”

“Seriously?” he let out a humorless laugh.

Now it was your turn, “What are you on about? You’re the one who’s been avoiding me and I don’t even know why!”

“Don’t turn this on me.” He ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up just enough for a few loose stands to fall in front of his face. It took all the strength in the world not to reach over to fix it for him. “You’re the one being cruel and mean. That little prank you pulled.”

“Jamie, what prank?” you took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of your nose with your fingers, “I have no idea what happened! Please do enlighten me!”

“No, I’m not going to recount the most embarrassing moment of my life for your enjoyment.”

“Enjoyment?!” You yelled, more confused than ever. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Right,” he shook his head, looking at you. Tears were pooling in his eyes. He bit his bottom lip before continuing, “You don’t remember being in the back seat of the Uber after karaoke where you were playing with my feelings.”

“I don’t.”

“Oh, come off it, Y/N,” he sighed. He shut his eyes, blinking away his tears. “You know how I feel about you. Everyone does at this point! Like, I’m so pathetic when it comes to ya. So when you look at me with that look in your eye like you might actually feel the same way as I do and tell me that you want to kiss me, just to remind me that we shouldn’t because we’re just friends, you’re just being plain cruel. It’s mean, Y/N.”

You were speechless, which Jamie mistook as another rejection. He continued to ramble on. “I’ve been so in love with you since I met you. I’ve never met anyone like you, never felt this way with anyone. And I haven’t really been discreet about it, either. Even fucking Beard have said somethin’ about how I look at ya. The lads haven’t stopped teasin’ me about you since you showed up in my kit at our first home game.”

“Jam,” you began, out of breath like the wind was just knocked right out of you. “I don’t remember this happening in the car.”

Jamie finally looked at you, as if the mist of anger dissipated from his vision. He looked at you intently. Your bottom lip was quivering and your eyes were trying to desperately make sense of the situation.

“Oh, fuck,” he gulped. He scratched the back of his neck with his left hand, rocking on the balls of his feet. “You really don’t remember, huh?”

You shook your head, “No, I don’t. I blacked out after I sang that last song.”

“Now, I feel awkward.”

“Yeah, you should,” you chuckled. You walked closer to him, reaching out to fix his hair. You felt him stop breathing for a second. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them back up to see you so close to him. So close. You cradled his face in the palm of your hand, letting your thumb run across his cheekbone. “You love me?”

The tips of his ears turned pink, “Yeah, I do.”

“Hmmm,” you hummed, inching closer to him. “For the record, I probably did want to kiss you then even though I can’t remember it now because I always want to kiss you.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” It was your turn to stop breathing. Jamie placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Also probably only said we shouldn’t because I was too scared to lose you, but I don’t want to be just your friend, Jam.”

“Don’t wanna be just your friend either.”

“Well, we should probabl-”

“For fuck’s sake,” The two of you jumped apart at Roy’s voice from the pitch. “Just fucking make out already!”

You both looked at the pitch to see the entire team, coaches and Will included, staring at the both of you in anticipation. Jamie laced your fingers together and led you inside the facility, the sound of groans and boo’s from the team echoing through the tunnel. You laughed heartily at their reaction. As he was leading you to the boot room, Jamie looked over his shoulder and sent you a shy smile.

He opened the door and turned the lights on with his free hand, never once letting go of yours. Before you could say a thing, Jamie pressed you up against the wall and kissed you like his life depended on it. You sighed into the kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair, and gave it a soft tug. He grunted in approval, slipping his tongue swiftly into your mouth. As things started to get heated, you felt him smile against your lips, causing you to pull back.

After you’ve separated, he pressed a soft kiss on your lips, looking as content as ever. He gave you one last peck before giving some space between both of your bodies, “So does that mean that you fancy me too?”

“Jamie, come on,” you pressed your head on his shoulder, unable to stop the blush from your cheeks from spreading, “You know I love you, too.”

“Yeah, I kinda figured with how you kissed me.”

“Hey!” you protested, glaring at him playfully.

He laughed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. His hands found your waist again. He was drawing shapes with his thumb on the small piece of exposed skin on your stomach. “I love you.”

“So what does this make us?”

“Well, you’re my girlfriend now.”

You pushed him away a bit, raising one eyebrow, “I don’t recall being asked to be your girlfriend.”

“Fine,” he conceded, “I’ll ask, but it’s going to be so over the top and so ridiculous that you’ll regret that you had me ask.”

You giggled, pulling him closer again, “Don’t think I’ll ever regret that, Jam.”

He placed his lips on you again, slowly and passionately. When he pulled away, he had a serious look on his face. “You may not be my girlfriend yet, but I am 100% your boyfriend. I am taken. I’ve already been taken for a while, but it’s official now.”

You grabbed his face in your hands, placing a kiss on his nose, “Of course, boyfriend.”

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neil-gaiman · 1 year

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Hi,

My name is Hayden and this is less an ask, more a rhetorical “how did you do this?!” and "this is really weird and cool please listen!" I'm not sure if you'll be interested but it's a very strange, very real story of coincidences melting my brain. I hope you find it as wonderful as it felt.

So last winter/spring I was in the last year of my undergrad degree in Twickenham. On the weekends I worked at a cocktail bar in the area -the Richmond, London area to be specific. During this time I started listening to The Sandman Audiobook on Audible. I’ve always wanted to read the graphic novel, I knew I’d like it, it’s exactly my type of fiction but something always stopped me a few pages in, I was enjoying it but it just wasn't going in (maybe it was my dyslexia or ADHD or the stress of 3rd year Uni). So I started listening to the Audiobook. It was amazing. It pulled me into the world immediately and I could listen when I while doing other things and still be engrossed. As a Creative Writing/Film student it inspired me, motivating me to write my dissertation, fueling my creativity. I would listen every spear chance I could, when I cleaned my room, as I did laundry, on my walks to lectures, on the bus to work...

I would even get to Richmond 30 minutes early so I could sit on the Green and listen for a little longer. On my breaks I would sit in the little office at the top of the building, eating my dinner at 11pm and listening to the tales of Dream of the endless. The bar was (and still is) on Brewers Lane, a narrow little cobbled-Alley that goes between Richmond Green and the high street. It's a beautiful, old bar, definitely haunted and full of memories, full of stories.

A few months later, I had finished the Audiobooks (the 2 that were out at the time), I no longer worked at the bar, I had graduated with a First Class Joint Honours. This is when The Sandman Series came out. I watch it and to my delight when it's good, more than good. The acting, production and characterisation were everything I could have wanted. I then get to Episode 6, The Sound of Her Wings. Adapted beautifully from the graphic novel. While I watch I start to recognise the environment Dream and Death were in, the park bench seemed familiar. I think "that's just London parks, they're all pretty much the same". Then the siblings start walking, and I start to recognise some landmarks of Twickenham, pubs by the river that were too expensive for me and my friends, old wisteria-covered streets I walked down with people I no longer talk to. I'm already thinking this is so cool, seeing Dream and Death walk around these places I spent the last 3 years of my life around.

Then they're back in the park. And I see it. no doubt. It's Richmond Green! The same place I would sit and listen to the audiobooks! the exact place I sat! daydreaming, people-watching and listening. Where I pictured these exact characters in my mind's eye. The embodiment of story and imagination was standing on the Green that I had imagined him on.

Dream and death say their goodbyes and I am full of wonder, disbelief and some other hard-to-define emotion. Dream walks away from his older sister. He enters an alley. No, a lane. He's walking down Brewers Lane. The Lane I worked on for a year. The Lane I sat above listening to Lord Morpheus in existential angst and now he was walking below it. Waking among the people. Walking past the shops I passed. At that moment I felt like I had willed him into existence. At this point, my mind was well and truly blown. Then he came to just outside the Bar, my Bar, and the scene ends. The scene ends at the very same place I would stand, at 2am, smoking with my friends after a hard shift, before we'd go back inside, and make each other the most extravagant drinks we could come up with and talk til 5am. Then stumble back to that spot, say our goodbyes and make our way home. And I had just seen Dream stand there.

I know this is all a coincidence, that Tom and Kirby aren't actually Dream and Death. I didn't actually will the TV series into the world. Lots of stuff is filmed in Richmond, it was probably filmed before I even worked there and I could have been listening to any audiobook at the time. It's not a magical occurrence, it's scratches on shiny metal, random and without meaning. But for that moment, watching that episode, You (and 50+ other people) held up a flame to the scratches, letting me see all the meaning and purposeful patterns I could ever want. And that's just a bit magical I think.

But yeah, I think it's pretty clear you've somehow gotten directly into my brain, Netflix knows something and the show was made specifically for me!

That's magic.

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bullet-prooflove · 2 months

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No. 24 She's mean and she's mine for Fbi most wanted Remy. TIA

Companion piece to Sober (NSFW) - Remy realises you have issues with soberiety.

You don’t hide your addiction from Remy. You talk about it openly with him. He knows that you got hooked undercover, that you used coke and booze to cope. You’d been in a spiral for a couple of years before Jubal had forced you to confront the problem. By the time you’d met him you’d been sober for three years.

“I was a mean drunk Remy.” You’d told him as you made tea in his kitchen. “I burned through all my friends, my family. It took me a long time to make amends.”

He knows how isolated you’d become, how you’d pushed people away in the throes of your addiction. It made it easier to reconcile the drinking. He had kissed away the shame that crept up your cheeks, whispered the sweetest reassurances against your skin as he held you close.

“You’re bigger than your addiction.” He had reminded you. “You aren’t the same person you were back then.”

It’s true, Remy believes that with every single fibre of his being. The job you do, it may be high pressure but you know your triggers, you manage it well. Which is why he’s surprised when your brother sends him a 911 text to discuss his concerns about you.

“She’s drinking again.” Henry informs him as he sits across from Remy at the coffeeshop a few doors down from 26 Fed. “I saw her in a club a couple of days ago, she had a glass in her hand and she was with another guy. I’m sorry Remy but this is what it was like last time…”

Remy holds his hand up to silence the other man as he struggles to process the information. He admits he’s been busy over the past few weeks, Wyoming, Richmond, Bethesda but when he has been home he’s been attentive. He would know if something was going on with you. As for another man being on the scene, he doesn’t understand when you would even have the time, let alone the inclination. Remy’s pretty confident in his ability to keep you satisfied.

“What did he look like?” He asks Henry and the other man withdraws his phone from his jacket pocket.

“I took a picture.” He says before pushing the device towards Remy. “In case you needed proof.”

It’s a image of you and a man he knows well. You’re standing alongside each other at a bar. His hand is on your lower back, almost protectively. There’s a glass in your hand, a cocktail with a cherry sticking out of it. You’re wearing a cobalt blue dress, one that clings to your form. It’s that dress that makes everything click into place for Remy, that makes him take another at the glass in your hand.

“She’s not drinking again.” He says quietly before he zooms in on the glass and tilts the phone back towards Henry. “It’s a Shirley Temple, a non-alcoholic cocktail, it’s grenadine and ginger ale. It’s what she drinks when she’s on UC ops so that she blends in and that guy she’s with? His name is Omar Zidan, he’s her partner.”

Remy remembers that night well because he’d barely been able to keep his hands off you when you’d stepped out of the bedroom wearing dress. You’d been interrupted by OA’s arrival, the younger man had joked about having Cinderella back by midnight. When you’d slinked in at one am, you’d been sober as a judge and ready for a little play. He’d made love with you in the bed you shared until the sun came up.

“You don’t have to worry about her.” He reassures Henry. “Your sister, she’s solid.”

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ccbb2222 · 2 years

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What a Woman Ted Lasso x Reader One Shot

Thanks to everyone who offered their opinion for which prompt I should write. I will try my best to tackle some of the other prompts soon! Summary: Reader sticks up for herself after a creepy dude keeps hitting on her at the club…and it’s the hottest thing Ted’s ever seen. (Reader/Ted Not yet dating) Warnings: Persistent creepy men, alcohol, SMUT...this might be the spiciest thing I've written yet!

Another Richmond win, another party to celebrate. You adjusted your black dress as you approached the club, the music pouring out onto the street as the bouncer opened the door for you. Immediately you were overwhelmed by the bass, the flashing lights and the crowd of sweaty bodies pressed up against each other.

You had butterflies in your stomach at the thought of interacting with Ted. The two of you had exchanged a few flirty conversations over the past month as you joined the Richmond squad as the new team dietician. Sure, you were 27 and he was in his early forties, but you had a thing for kind eyes and a warm smile. He had taken to you immediately after hearing your American accent, and used your common homeland as a way to form a bond.

You had also suspected he may feel a similar attraction to you, as he did tend to get flustered. You had caught him off guard one morning, when you showed up early to use the team gym before the work day started. Running on the treadmill, you worked up a sweat and, knowing it was earlier than anyone showed up to Nelson Road, you decided to take your shirt off. Running only in your leggings and sports bra, you hadn't noticed anyone greet you, since your headphones were on.

Slowing down to a walk, you startled when you saw Ted hovering by the doorway.

"Jesus!" You exclaimed, grabbing onto the side of the treadmill. "Oh, shoot! Sorry!" Ted said, quickly starting towards you, then taking in your half dressed state and halting in his tracks. "Didn't mean to startle ya, was just, uh, impressed by the pace you had goin'." He looks at you, then down to the ground, shoving his hands in his pockets.

You laugh, hands now on your hips to catch your breath, "Thank you. I uh," You motion to yourself, "Apologize this is unprofessional...I just needed to blow off some steam before work and thought I was the only one here." "Oh, please don't apologize on my account," Ted waves his hand with a 'forget about it' motion, "I'll leave ya to it, uh sorry again for startling you." You smile and brush some hair behind your ear, "All good. See you at practice, Coach." Now, as you weaved your way through the crowd, you spotted the Richmond team and staff occupying the VIP section on the top floor of the club. "HEY BABES!" Keeley shouts out, one arm around Roy and the other waving excitedly toward you. You laugh as you climb the stairs and make your way over towards them. "Don't mind her," Roy's gruff voice says, a hint of a smile on his face, "This one hit the cocktails a little too hard before we left." "Oh shut it!" Keeley smacks Roy's arm playfully and he lets out a hearty laugh.

"God, I wish I hit the cocktails," You said looking around, "This place is a mad house. I feel like a grandma." "Give me a break," Keeley rolls her eyes at you, "You're one of the youngest ones here. Look at Rebecca for Christ's sake!" You, Roy and Keeley all turn at the same time to witness Rebecca toss back a shot, "Well, shit, I've got no excuse." You say with a laugh, "I'm gonna go try to grab a drink." "Need me to come?" Keeley asks, picking up her full cocktail. "Nah, I'm good, plus you've got a full one right there!" You reassure her. She nods and turns back to Roy as you start to make your way toward the bar.

You start to push your way through the crowd and look up to see Ted across the room, watching you with a small smile. You wave at him, and he smiles bigger and waves back. You make a drinking motion and point to the bar, to which he nods with a wink.

That wink. It sent a heatwave down to your core. Jesus, you really did have it bad.

You approach the bar and find a spot to squeeze in, hoping you'll grab the attention of the bartender soon.

"I haven't seen you before," A voice says, close to your ear. You turn to see a man around your age, tall, and handsome enough. "Oh uh, yeah this is my first time here," You say, not wanting to be impolite.

"Oh an American," He smirks, "Heard you girls were fun." You grimace, immediately not liking where this is going. You are able to wave down the bartender and order your drink quickly, not bothering to ask the man next to you if he wanted anything.

"What brings you to the lovely UK?" He persists, a hand reaching to land on your lower back. Annoyance begins to bubble from deep inside you. "I work for a football club," You say, not wanting to elaborate further.

"Richmond?" He guesses, "Lots of the players are here tonight." You nod, waiting patiently for your drink, "Yup." "What do you do?" He presses, hand still on your back. "I'm the team dietician." You answer shortly, not wanting to elaborate further, and you try to move forward to detach his grip from your body. "Ah, that checks out. Considering you're so fit. Bet you're a right distraction for the fellas. I know I'd have a hard time concentrating around you."

"Well, they're professionals so," You say sharply, not liking at all what he was insinuating. The bartender hands you your drink and quickly swipes your credit card. "It was nice talking to you," Your try to make a quick exit but there's suddenly a hand grabbing at your arm, causing you to spill your drink slightly.

"Hey baby, don't be like that, we're just getting started here," He says, smirking down at you. Ted POV: Ted smiled as you made your way to the bar, offering a wink. You looked so beautiful in your short, black dress that Ted had a hard time looking anywhere but in your direction.

"Coach," Beard approached, tapping his beer against Ted's. "Evening Coach," He replied sipping his beer.

Beard watched as Ted tracked you across the bar, "She looks pretty," He comments eyeing Ted.

"Hmm?" Ted asks distracted, "Oh," He realizes he's been caught staring and nods, "Yeah, uh, I suppose so." Beard rolls his eyes. "You know, Coach, while it's entertaining to watch this little game you've got going on, I think you'd feel a lot better if you just asked her out." Ted chokes on his beer, "Excuse me?" He asks after recovering. "Hey Roy?" Beard waves him over.

"What?" Roy asks gruffly, taking a sip of his beer. "Ted and a certain dietician..." Beard starts.

"You got the bollocks to ask her out or what?" Roy looks Ted square in the eye.

"Fellas come on now," Ted tries to deflect.

"All I know is, that guy doesn't seem to have a problem chatting her up," Beard points, "Although she doesn't look too pleased about it." He notes.

The VIP section was elevated over the rest of the club, allowing those in the section to overlook the club. From his vantage, Ted saw the unwanted advance of the strange man's hand on your back. He watched as you squirmed involuntarily. "Should I...uh, go down there?" He checks with Beard and Roy, who shrug in response. "I don't want her to think I'm tryna be a knight in shining armor or anything. I think she's got this," He says, nervously taking another sip of his beer. Your POV: "Actually, no, we're not just getting started," You finally snap at him, transferring your drink to your other hand and ripping your arm out of his grasp. "Hey, there's no need to be a bitch," He says, losing all of his earlier charm. "And there's no need to touch me." You reply starting to move past him.

He reaches this time for your waist and you're spun around quickly to face him again. "We're not done here." He says through gritted teeth. "Actually, we are." You say, kneeing him swiftly in the crotch. He keels over quickly, falling to the floor with a thud and a loud anguished moan. Ted's POV.

Ted, Roy, and Beard all kept a vigilant eye on you from above, unbeknownst to you. Ted watched anxiously as the man reached out to grab your arm, "Fellas, I don't like where this is going," He said to Beard and Roy, who both nod in agreement.

"Yeah this prick is getting too handsy." Roy says with a scowl. "I may need to go down there," Ted says. As soon as he observes the man grabbing you and spinning you to face him he makes up his mind, "Yeah, no. I'm going down there, he can’t grab her like that." Turning to quickly place his beer down, Beard grabs his arm, "Coach," he says nodding toward you.

Ted watches with his mouth open as he sees you swiftly lift up your knee and aim it directly into the man's crotch.

Beard and Roy let out a stunned laugh, and Ted smirks, taking a proud sip of his beer, "What a woman," he says shaking his head.

He always knew you were independent. In fact, it was one of the things he liked most about you. But watching you knee a man where it counts was hands down the hottest thing he had ever seen. Second, only, to you in your sports bra covered in sweat. That was an image he replayed in his mind time and time again as he laid in bed, fist held tightly around his cock.

He watched as you confidently stepped over the man, sipping your drink nonchalantly as you made your way back towards the staircase that led up to the VIP section.

Your POV: Sipping your drink, you ascend the stairs where you're immediately greeted by Ted.

"Hi, Ted." You smile at him, taking your straw in your mouth to sip your drink. You watch his eyes flick down to your lips wrapped around your straw and then back to your eyes, "I saw you made a friend down there," He jokes one hand in his pocket, the other wrapped around his beer.

"Oh him?" You point over your shoulder, "Yeah, we didn't hit it off so well." Ted laughs, smiling down at you, "I gotta say..." he shakes his head and then seems to think better of it.

"What's that?" You ask, a teasing smile on your face. "Never mind," He smirks and takes a playful sip of his beer.

"Oh come on," You playfully hit his shoulder, "You can't do that, it's not fair." He smiles, a blush forming on his cheeks, "Hey after seeing what you did to that guy, I'm afraid to cross any lines." You laugh but look up at him to see a nervous expression on his face. You swallow down your own anxiety, feeling suddenly bold. "Cross the line, Ted." You say softly, but loud enough for him to hear over the thumping music. His eyebrows raise, "Well," he said, clearly shocked by your response, "I was gonna say that it's quite...attractive seeing a woman stand up for herself." Your ears turn bright red as you look down at the ground. Biting your lip, you offer him a shy smile, "So that's what does it for you?" You tease. He laughs, an unbelieving expression on his face, "Hey now," he tries to back-peddle, but you don't let him.

"Wanna get some air?" You ask, "It's kind of overwhelming in here."

He nods immediately, "Oh yes, sure, let me just —" he turns quickly to place his beer on a spare table.

Turning to walk down the stairs you smirk as Keeley and Rebecca notice Ted following you, and eye you with gleeful looks. You shrug and wink in silent response and they absolutely eat it up.

Weaving through the crowd, you reach for Ted's hand and instantly feel a shock of electricity shoot up your arm. You turn to look at him and the look in his eye tells you he feels the same.

You finally make it to the back exit, spilling out into a deserted alleyway.

"God I thought we'd never make it out of there," You joke as you face him.

He looks down at you, his mouth lifting up at the corners, "Desperate to get me alone, huh?" He jokes. You look down at your heels, and tap them together nervously.

"Whatcha doin' down there, Dorothy?" He says softly, a joking tone to his voice.

"Trying to work up the courage to kiss you, I guess," You say, looking back up at him.

He smiles softly, his eyes lighting up. He steps towards you and your back hits the brick wall of the club, one of his hands pressing into the wall next to your head, and the other playing with your fingers. "Feeling brave yet?" He asks, leaning toward you.

You nod, meeting his eyes once more, and move to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his head down towards you. His lips meet yours urgently, and you're so enamored by this kiss that your knees start to get weak. You open your mouth, inviting his tongue in to tangle with yours, his hand moving to steady itself on your hip. With one hand still pressed against the wall, and the other holding you, you lean your hip forward to press against him.

He lets out a low moan at the action, and moves to kiss down your neck. "Baby," he whispers sucking lightly on your pulse point, "You tell me if this is too much, okay?" You nod against him, "It's not enough Ted," you whine reaching again for his face, and bringing your lips back to his. He pulls away after a few moments, leaning his head against yours, "As much as it pains me to say this," he laughs, "I think we should pause before we get arrested for indecency in an alleyway." You laugh and nod, "You know I'm a few blocks from here if you'd want to..." You trail off. "Absolutely." He nods, pushing off the wall and following your lead.

By the time you get to your apartment Ted is pressing you up against your door, kissing your neck as you fish around your clutch for your keys. "We'll never make it inside if you keep that up," You warn him.

He pulls away, nodding and lifting his hands in surrender “Fair enough." As soon as you unlock the door you're thrown inside by a very eager Ted who presses you back up against it on the other side. "You want this?" He checks, looking at you with sincerity.

"More than anything," You nod.

Ted's mouth raises at the corner and he kisses you once more before slowly removing the straps of your dress and pushing them down your shoulders. He pushes your dress down to the floor and you're left in your bra and panties, thankful as ever that you wore a matching lace set. He runs a hand through his hair, "Fuck, you're gorgeous." It's the first time you've heard him swear, and it stirred something in you. He notices the look in your eyes and returns to kissing your neck, moving down over your breasts and down your sternum. "Put your leg on my shoulder, darlin'," he says kneeling before you.

Seeing him on his knees was a sight you'd never get over. Carefully placing your leg over his shoulder, he moves forward, breathing over your center.

"I can't wait to taste you," He says, stroking your inner thigh, "Bet it's everything I've ever dreamed of." Your eyes roll back as you feel him move your panties to the side and slowly lick up your folds. "Fuck, Ted," You whine as he starts to suck on your clit. His other hand is running up and down the shaking leg you stand on.

"God, you taste so good," He mutters against your heat and you involuntarily buck against his mouth.

"S-sorry," you stutter bracing yourself against the door. "Go on, baby, I don't mind." He says reaching to move your hips over his mouth, "Do what makes you feel good,"

You begin to ride his face, feeling his mustache tickle your sensitive skin and his nose bump over your clit. "I'm so close," You say, moving your hips faster over him until you hit your peak. You’re not positive what you said as you came, but it was likely a mix of his name and expletives. He kisses up your thigh and then slowly lowers your leg off of his shoulder and on to the floor. He rises to stand and you see him discretely wipe his mouth on his rolled up sleeve. "You're so beautiful when you come," He says, brushing a strand of your hair off of your face, "Really lucky to be able to see you like that." Smiling, you reach for him, giving him a slow searing kiss, the taste of yourself now on your tongue. His words are cloaked in a certain shyness, and you’re absolutely taken by his humbled nature. Surely he had to know how good he was at that. “You’re the only one I want to see me like that,” you whisper. Unable to bring yourself to look at him after that confession, you guide him towards your bedroom, laying down on the bed then motioning for him to join you.

Ted wastes no time pulling off his sweater and quickly unbuttoning his shirt. "Let me help," You say, kneeling and scooting over to the edge of the bed, reaching for his belt buckle. You pull it loose, unlatching it from its notch and unbutton his pants. Once the button pops open, you reach in to pull his boxers down with his pants, looking up at him with a surprised but satisfied looked when you realize how big he really is. Looking down at you, Ted gives you a soft smile which slowly morphs into absolute bliss when you take him expertly in your mouth.

Moving your head up and down, you move your hands to massage his balls and you can see his hands twitching at his sides. "Fuck, baby," He says reaching to pull you off of him, "As much as you're killin' me, I wanna be inside you." You pull away and reach for him, pulling him down to your level and kissing him hard. Ted's hands reach to remove the clasp of your bra and you soon feel his mouth wrap around one of your nipples. You lean back, laying across your pillows as he continues sucking your other nipple. Reaching his hands down he removes your panties quickly, throwing them off the bed, and moving to straddle your legs. "I wanna make sure you still want this," He says once he's pulled away from your chest. "You don't owe me anything, we can stop right now if that's what you wanna do." He's so sincere, clearly turned on, yet still checking in with you.

"Please Ted," You reassure him, reaching up to touch his shoulder, "I want you so bad." He nods, wasting no time sinking into you as you both let out a relieved groan. You feel him slowly sink deeper into you, as you stretch to accommodate his size. "Move, Ted, please," You beg, wrapping your legs around his hips. Ted thrusts quickly, burying his head between your neck and shoulder. "Can't tell you how long I've thought about this," he confesses, kissing your neck. "I've wanted you for so long." His confession mixed with the way he was hitting deep inside you made you let out a strangled gasp. "Oh god, just like that," You praise him, lifting your hips to meet with his thrusts. "Please don't stop," you beg pulling his face from your neck to look into his eyes. "Ted," "What do you need, baby?" He asks, not slowing his pace, his hand coming to rest on your cheek. "I want you to take me from behind, please," You whisper. He nods, pulling out of you and waiting for you to turn over. Looking at him from over your shoulder you watch his eyes squeeze shut in pleasure as he pushes into you once more. His pace, combined with the sound of your thighs smacking against his was enough to make your stomach knot all over again. "I'm close, Ted, I'm going to come," "Come for me, let go baby," He says, head thrown back as he continues to thrust into you. You press your head into your pillow to mute your noises as you come, quite loudly, your muscles spasming around him.

In a matter of moments, Ted let out a loud groan, stilling after a few final thrusts and whispering your name. You roll over, laying on your back and looking over at him. He's still kneeling and letting out a breath. "You damn near killed me," He says with a smile, leaning over to kiss you once more before collapsing on his stomach next to you.

"I could say the same," You laugh, turning to face him and running a hand over his back. "I guess now would be the time to admit that I have a huge fucking crush on you..." "Is that so, darlin'?" He looks at you with a grin, "I'm shocked you find an old man like me so attractive." "Not old," You shake your head playfully, "Experienced." Ted lets out a loud laugh before rolling you over on your back once more. "You better watch it," he warns eyes warm and bright.

"Or what?" You taunt, lifting your chin up in a challenge.

"I won't share any of this experience with you," he says nuzzling into your neck.

You laugh as his mustache tickles the skin by your pulse point. "Fair enough," you concede.

"You gonna kick me out now?" He asks pulling away from your neck. You can tell he's half joking.

As the post orgasm bliss slowly faded away the two of you slowly realized the new reality of your dynamic.

"Hmmm," You pretend to think, "I think I'll let you stay...on one condition." "What's that now?" He smiles, hair falling into his eyes.

"We get to do that again."

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso x you #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic

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rowanhoney · 8 months

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travelling 2 london for a bit this summer, do you have any recommendations about neighborhoods to stay in/ things to go see etc? xx

unfortunately I didn’t see this and I’m several months too late BUT for anyone else planning a london trip or just needing to explore

Definitely worth hitting the design museum! There’s usually some interesting exhibits and you can continue your day by walking through Holland Park after! The Dutch garden and especially the Kyoto garden are so so beautiful

Classic Londoner day out is a walk along soutbank too. There’s enough tourists that there are things to do but not a major tourist trap. Along there you have the royal festival halls, BFI, London eye, OXO tower, Tate Modern, Globe theatre. The river waves are relaxing as well. By the time you reach the end cross over tower bridge and go to the Tower of London for some grim history. Then have dinner 5 mins away along st. Katherine’s docks - lovely peaceful spot with great restaurants and sparkling lights over the canals. Bit if a hidden gem for sure

Neighbourhoods to hit:

In the west there’s Richmond! Definitely cute but a bit snobby. Richmond park is huge and you can see wild deer! On the side of town closer to the Thames you have Kew Gardens which is an absolute must and needs a dedicated day.

In the East the typical spot to hit is Shoreditch. Great for record stores, vintage shops, underground gigs, 24hr Beigels, quirky fun bars, and not too much further in Bethnal Green there’s the Last Tuesdays Society; a very macabre little collection and some strange cocktails. They even have an absinthe range.

In the North everyone wants to go to Camden which is fine, lots to see and do but the alternative side to the town has become so commercialised in the past few decades. Still worth hitting but imo Bloomsbury is nicer with lots of niche little museums hidden away and one big one ! The Wellcome Collection! They always have some really great free exhibition on. There’s some controversy about the collection but there always will be in this country. Also 2 great bookshops - Gay’s the Word and Houseman’s <3

South London, my beloved forever. I say it all the time but I love Crystal Palace. It’s just a nice little neighbourhood with a lot of history. The triangle is great for little boutiques of all kinds, really good food around, there’s a 4 floor antique store where you can find all sorts of trinkets even affordable ones. The park is huge and wonderful! There’s a boating lake, a petting zoo, an athletics centre, dinosaurs! A maze! And at various times of the year there are fireworks shows, lights shows, a series of concerts in summer, frequent funfairs and other events. Don’t forget the south london Eiffel Tower (it’s just a radio tower but most kids who grew up here thought the same). Not far on in Sydenham is the Horniman Museum and Gardens which is well worth a visit but is too often disregarded for being a little out the way. Special mention to SE London. Greenwich has a few museums, a great little theatre, the cutty sark ship and the observatory! Also within a big beautiful park.

My love to everyone who comes here 🫶 please just remember to stand on the right of the escalators

#answered #for a girl who chats so much shit abt living in London i do have a lot of love for this city actually #id love it a lot more if I got to do this stuff regularly #sorry i didn’t see this ask #but if anyone has London questions I’m always happy to answer!#ive visited many a spot and worked in areas alllll over #london

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adventuressclubamericas · 2 years

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Where In The World Is Phryne Fisher ?

This week finds Phryne in Lynchburg, Virginia.

She started her visit in the Pierce Street Renaissance Historic District at the home of Anne Spencer, a Harlem Renaissance poet and the first black woman to have her work included in the Norton Anthology. She hosted many great Civil Rights leaders, including WEB DuBois and Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Across the street is the home of her son Chauncey Spencer, who was an aviation pioneer, and his historic flight from Chicago to Washington DC convinced then-Senator Harry S. Truman to fight for blacks to be admitted to the Army Air Corps, and eventually create the Tuskegee Airmen.

A little further down the street was the home of Walter "Whirlwind" Johnson and his grass tennis court, where tennis greats Arthur Ashe and Althea Gibson trained.

Phryne toured the Old City Cemetery, now a historic park that covers all sorts of history with restored historic structures relocated from around the region to provide a wide range of interpretation. One such structure is an old train station with a telegraph office. Lynchburg was a very busy railroad hub for a hundred years.

She stopped to pay her respects at Monument Terrace, built to honor those who died in World War 1, but along its 139 steps and various landings, monuments have been placed to recognize Lynchburg's fallen from all wars. At the top is Lynchburg's historic courthouse. And, YES, Lynchburg really does have hills that steep all over town! Speaking of railroads... During both World Wars, troop trains would pass through Lynchburg to pick up more soldiers, and local women's organizations would provide bagged lunches for the boys on the trains. Lynchburg became known as "Lunchburg"! Local veterans’ organizations hold a "Troop Rally" at the base of the steps every Friday at noon, rain or shine without fail, for 1076 weeks - over 20 years. We love our veterans in Lynchburg.

A close-up of the WW1 monument named "The Listening Post" - affectionately called "The Doughboy" after America's nickname for the enlisted men who fought in that conflict. If you zoom in, he kind of looks a bit like Jack, don't you think?

Lynchburg is situated on the James River, and was founded in 1757 by John Lynch, a Quaker who operated a ferry service across the river. By 1850, Lynchburg was the second richest city in America, after New Bedford, MA, with the river providing easy access to major coastal ports. The James River winds across the state, through the capital of Richmond, and eventually past Jamestown, where the first permanent English settlement in America was founded in 1607. Phryne was stopped from jumping in the river to cool off from a typically humid Virginia afternoon - there were still a few more places to see after all!

Virginia is for LOVERS, which delighted Phryne to no end, and she was thrilled to get a pic with Lynchburg's iconic LOVE sign (one of dozens across the state). This sign represents some of the ways you can enjoy the river and 40 miles of paved and unpaved trails in the city.

On the bluff above the river is the Craddock-Terry Hotel, an adaptive reuse of the old Craddock-Terry Shoe Factory. Founded in 1888, Craddock-Terry was the first shoe company south of the Mason-Dixon Line, and at its peak produced 100,000 shoes per day, from baby shoes to combat boots. Phryne was duly impressed!

Last stop of the day was drinks at the Skyline, the rooftop bar at the recently-renovated, art deco style, Virginian Hotel. A baked brie with pecan fig jam and some yummy cocktails were the perfect way to wind down after a busy day of touring.

Phryne is making her way to Miss Fisher Con 2022 in Louisville, Kentucky, August 4, 5, 6, 2022.

She hopes to see you there!

Information : www.missfishercon.com

#flatphryne #missfishercon2022 #missfishersmurdermysteries #missfisherandthecryptoftears #everycloudproductions #AcornTV

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winterhousehq · 1 year

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𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭!

it is friday, january 27th, 12:45pm, a snowy 24 degree day in richmond, utah.

don’t forget: the camera crew will be following! FILMING HOURS during this trip are 8AM - 1AM. there are NO cameras in corners/bedrooms or other private areas.

please stop ALL non-trip threads. & feel free to begin trip threads anywhere at the resort with anybody but there must be ONE thread with your muse’s roommate. please post in the #confessionals channel our discord server, your muse’s reaction to the ski resort (what are they excited about? what are they gonna do first?) /their roommate. i will be posting muse-specific & general questions as the trip goes on.

under cut has room mates list & maple peak’s event for this weekend!

ROOMMATES: main floor -

BEDROOM #1: tilly & darcy

BEDROOM #2: samyr & mav

second floor -

BEDROOM #3: elara & aranya & ida

BEDROOM #4: arlo & shanley

MAPLE PEAK EVENTS: for your muse to check out, if they’d like!

Friday, January 27th @ 9pm: Jazz Night at Element

wine, dine, and unwind with live jazz music. experience their innovative cocktails and award-winning wine program paired with seasonally-inspired dishes.

Saturday, January 28th @ 7pm: Ski Week Après-Ski at Wine Bar

enjoy peach gin and tonics, elevated wines and light bites as you listen to DJs spinning vinyl records.

All weekend long ; free skate @ The Rink !

PLEASE CLICK SOURCE LINK FOR RESORT DETAILS!

#whevent

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everyeventuk · 14 days

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Mobile Bars in Brent:

Complementing Brent's vibrant culinary scene are its mobile bars, which bring flair and finesse to any event. Whether you're hosting a laid-back garden party or a sophisticated soirée, mobile bars in Brent offer a dynamic range of beverage options to suit every occasion.

From signature cocktails to curated wine selections, mobile bars in Brent elevate the drinking experience, turning ordinary gatherings into extraordinary affairs. With an emphasis on creativity and craftsmanship, these mobile bars add a touch of sophistication to any event, leaving a lasting impression on guests and hosts alike.

Caterers in Richmond upon Thames:

Venturing southward to the picturesque borough of Richmond upon Thames, event organizers are greeted by a culinary landscape characterized by elegance and refinement. Caterers in Richmond upon Thames are renowned for their attention to detail, offering bespoke menus that showcase the finest ingredients and culinary techniques.

Whether you're hosting a lavish banquet or an intimate dinner party, caterers in Richmond upon Thames craft menus that reflect the borough's culinary heritage while embracing modern trends and innovations. With an emphasis on quality and sophistication, these caterers transform events into memorable gastronomic experiences, leaving guests craving more.

Mobile Bars in Richmond upon Thames:

Rounding out Richmond upon Thames' culinary offerings are its mobile bars, which add a touch of sophistication and style to any event. From riverside weddings to garden receptions, mobile bars in Richmond upon Thames offer a curated selection of beverages served with flair and finesse.

With expert mixologists at the helm, these mobile bars craft cocktails that tantalize the taste buds and elevate the drinking experience. Whether you're sipping champagne under the stars or enjoying a bespoke cocktail creation, mobile bars in Richmond upon Thames ensure that every sip is savored and every moment is memorable.

In conclusion, whether you find yourself in the bustling streets of Barnet, the vibrant neighborhoods of Brent, or the scenic landscapes of Richmond upon Thames, rest assured that your culinary and beverage needs are in capable hands. With a diverse array of caterers and mobile bars at your disposal, you can turn any event into a gastronomic extravaganza that leaves a lasting impression on all who attend. Cheers to unforgettable experiences in these dynamic boroughs!

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With #VASpiritsMonth offering up the 20% discount at ABCs this month, my friends over at @craftedrva stocked up on a handful of VA brands including the @catoctincreek Roundstone Rye! They make a super delicious Manhattan over here and I highly recommend stopping in to try one for yourself! Find Crafted over at 4900 Libbie Mill East Blvd, Richmond VA Cheers! #CatoctinCreek #TheVirginiaRyeWhisky #Distillery #Rye #Gin #Brandy #Virginia #Purcellville #Spirits #Cocktails #Restaurants #Bars #CraftedRVA #Richmond #Bartender #RVA #CraftSpirits #Alcohol #VaSpirits #VA #VisitRVA #CCDCVA #Booze #Drinks #Drinking #Food #DrinkRyeAndProsper #SPOCK #Whisky 🥃🖖🏻 (at CraftedRVA) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjJRVkJOxmG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Canadian Twist: Fruit Loop Infused Vodka Cocktails with Orange, Cranberry, and Lime

Welcome to Sector 7 Kitchen + Bar, where every sip tells a story and every dish is a masterpiece. Nestled in the heart of Richmond, B.C., our restaurant is more than just a place to eat; it’s an experience. With a focus on quality, diversity, and innovation, we strive to create a dining adventure that connects our community to the flavors of the world.

Today, we invite you to join us on a journey through the vibrant world of Fruit Loop Infused Vodka Cocktails , infused with the zesty goodness of orange, cranberry, and lime.

Fruit Loop Infused Vodka Cocktails

Exploring the Fruity Loop Cocktail:

Picture this: a glass filled with shimmering liquid, infused with the playful colors and flavors of childhood nostalgia. The Fruity Loop Cocktail takes the classic vodka drink to a whole new level, infusing it with the essence of orange, cranberry, and lime. It’s a symphony of fruity goodness that dances on your palate with every sip.

Crafting the Perfect Blend:

At Sector 7, we take pride in our craft. Each Fruity Loop Cocktail is meticulously crafted to perfection, starting with our premium vodka infused with the essence of fruit loops. We then add a splash of fresh-squeezed orange juice, a hint of tangy cranberry, and a squeeze of zesty lime to create a harmonious blend of flavors that tantalize the taste buds.

The Richmond Twist:

What sets our Fruity Loop Cocktail apart is the Richmond twist. By sourcing locally-grown produce and partnering with sustainable vendors, we ensure that every ingredient is of the highest quality and freshness. Our commitment to supporting local businesses not only strengthens our community but also adds a unique flavor profile to our cocktails that you won’t find anywhere else.

A Feast for the Senses:

At Sector 7, dining is an experience that engages all the senses. As you sip on your Fruity Loop Cocktail, take a moment to savor the vibrant colors, inhale the intoxicating aroma, and feel the refreshing burst of flavor on your tongue. It’s not just a drink; it’s a feast for the senses that transports you to a world of culinary delight.

Beyond the Cocktail:

While the Fruity Loop Cocktail may steal the spotlight, our menu offers a plethora of culinary delights to complement your dining experience. From succulent seafood dishes to mouthwatering meat entrees and indulgent desserts, there’s something for everyone to enjoy at Sector 7 Kitchen + Bar.

Join Us Today:

For the ultimate premium, trendy, and Instagramable dining experience, look no further than Sector 7 Kitchen + Bar. Whether you’re a local resident or visiting from out of town, we invite you to join us and experience the magic of Fruity Loop Infused Vodka Cocktails with a Canadian twist.

Come for the cocktails, stay for the culinary adventure. We can’t wait to welcome you to our table.

Finally:

The Fruity Loop Cocktail embodies more than just a mere beverage; it encapsulates a journey through a myriad of flavors, a testament to our creativity, and a celebration of community.

Here at Sector 7 Kitchen + Bar, we take immense pride in curating an experience that transcends the ordinary, inviting our patrons to embark on a gastronomic adventure unlike any other.

As residents of Richmond, B.C., we are privileged to be situated in a locale teeming with cultural diversity and culinary richness. It is within this vibrant tapestry that we find inspiration for our offerings, infusing each creation with the essence of our surroundings.

The Fruity Loop Cocktail, with its fusion of orange, cranberry, and lime, pays homage to the bountiful flavors of our region, while adding a touch of whimsy and nostalgia.

Yet, our commitment to excellence extends beyond the realm of taste. We are staunch advocates for sustainability and community engagement, actively seeking out local producers and artisans who share our ethos. By supporting these endeavors, we not only reduce our environmental footprint but also foster meaningful connections within our community.

At Sector 7, we believe that dining is an experience to be savored, cherished, and shared. It is a moment in time where friends and family come together to indulge in the pleasures of good food and camaraderie.

The Fruity Loop Cocktail serves as a catalyst for these moments, igniting conversations, sparking laughter, and creating memories that linger long after the last drop has been savored.

So why wait? Join us today and raise a glass to the magic of the Fruity Loop Cocktail, to the culinary wonders of Richmond, and to the joy of shared experiences.

Let us toast to good times, great food, and the unforgettable memories that await. Cheers to you, our cherished patrons, for without you, our journey would be incomplete.

Here’s to many more adventures together!

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