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thetarttfuldickhead · 8 months

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He slips in after midnight and it’s a dick move, yeah, ’cause he knows they’ll be asleep, Keeley’s got meetings in the morning, she’s always got meeting ‘cause she’s a proper super star, and Roy hasn’t got meetings, it’s an off day for the coaches too, but he’s an old grump and he needs his eight hours or he’s a worse fucking grump and Jamie doesn’t need him to be a grump tomorrow.

So, yeah. Should go back to his own place, probably. Kip there, head over in the morning. Only, he’s been gone for a week, and with Keeley’s meetings and Roy being the head coach, they’ve none of them had the chance to come the qualifiers, and it’s been brilliant, of course it has, he has, and there’s been texts and phone calls and video calls, but it’s not the same is it, and he’s missed them, and so.

He unlocks the door quietly and takes his shoes off quietly and pads up the stairs quietly, but when he pushes open the door to the master bedroom – quietly – the bed lights are on and there’s Keeley sat with an Ipad in her lap and her back against the padded headboard. On the other side of the bed Roy’s spread out and out like a light, snoring gently.

“Hey,” Jamie says, lingering in the doorway. “Sorry, I didn’t— I mean, thought you’d be asleep.”

“I was waiting for you,” Keeley says, as easily as if it’s nothing, as she puts the tablet away. “Roy was too, but he’s had Phoebe all day, didn’t last two minutes.” And she pauses, eyeing him like she expects him to crack a joke, Roy’s so fucking old something something no fucking wonder he’s tired, but when he doesn’t speak and he doesn’t move she cocks her head to the side. “Come here?”

And he doesn’t need asking twice, does he. He crosses the floor, shedding his clothes as he sheds everything that isn’t them and here and now, and he slips into the middle of the bed, into the space they’ve made for him, and Keeley settles around him and he around her, and at his back Roy is solid and warm, a constant, and Jamie closes his eyes, presses against him and pulls her closer, and the scent of them both is everywhere and her whispered welcome home is the warmth of her smile is the heat of Roy’s body and if this isn’t home he is homeless.

#it’s the world cup 2026 qualifiers i thought #so somewhere between march 2025 and march 2026 #this is not relevant but girls just wanna have facts #the last part of the last line is a riff on lorrie moore’s #‘i am homeless if this is not my home’#jamie tartt #keeley jones #roy kent #royjamiekeeley #ficlet #my stuff

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alexturne · 11 months

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My Propeller at Ashton Gate Stadium, Bristol, 29.05.23 (source via)

#arctic monkeys #alex turner #nick o'malley #jamie cook #one of their baddest riffs #and i love it in current voice

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boho-days · 2 years

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Jamie Donnelly and Richard O’Brien in The Rocky Horror Show, Broadway, 1975

#rocky horror show #riff raff #magenta #richard o'brien #jamie donnelly

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picture-me-in-the-trees · 8 months

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i may not be good at a lot, but i certainly can tie two things together that have no connection whatsoever except through a string of very specific and minute details that somehow relates to an interest of mine in any way

#literally anything ever with ted lasso #i was talking to someone today and they told me how they wanted a bunch of tattoos all over their forearm #and i thought #you know who else has that??????#jamie tartt #also the pitch perfect riff off to bbcs ghosts #and the smiths with mathew baynton #i’m sure there’s more but

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captainofthefallen · 3 months

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Get to know you meme

tagged by @rannadylin!

Three ships: Hmmm at the moment? Jonmartin from The Magnus Archives (got SLAMMED in my feelings by the magnus protocol coming out this week), Hero of Kvatch/Martin Septim from Oblivion, aaaaaand Roy/Jamie/Keeley from Ted Lasso since I binged s3 last weekend

Last song: is it weird if I don't remember the theme from The Adventure Zone: Amnesty

Currently reading: The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien (progress is slow but I'm having a good time. Currently on Of Beren and Luthien. Huan is the bestest boy.)

Last film: not sure if I remember this one either I think it was... Elf maybe? Or It's a Wonderful Life. One of the things I watched with my family over the holidays

Currently craving: fresh baked soft pretzels. I could in theory accomplish this. But it's 11:30pm and I don't wanna

Iiiiiii will tag @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels and @mistmarauder and @nightingaletrash and anyone else who would like an excuse to do this

#tag thing #thanks for the tag!#i think this is the most eclectic bunch of ships i've had yet #i made the mistake of rereading my oblivion fic which two people alive have read so now i'm back on my oblivion bullshit #and of course i'm losing my mind over tmagp as one does #also roy and jamie and keeley are all dating each other that was my takeaway from that sequence of events #the song was because i'm taking lil riffs from things I know to play on flute for my d&d bard #used the amnesty theme for dimension door cuz portals #anyway i'll stop talking now

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musical-dreamcasts · 2 years

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An American in Paris - Fra Fee (he/him) as Henri Baurel, requested by @a-rose-remembered

Birthday: May 20, 1987 (age 35)

Birth Place: Killyman, Northern Ireland

Theatre credits include: Jean Prouvaire/Understudy Marius/Enjolras (Les Misérables), Emcee (Cabaret), Billy Kostecki (Dirty Dancing), Jamie Wellerstein (The Last Five Years), Riff (West Side Story), Michael Carney (The Ferryman), Henrik Egerman (A Little Night Music), Robbie Fay (A Man of No Importance), Schlomo Metzenbaum (Fame). Fee also played the role of Courfeyrac in the 2012 film adaptation of Les Misérables.

(Pictured on the right is Max von Essen, who played the role in the Paris and Broadway productions)

Credits: Ruth Crafer, Matthew Murphy

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arcticlovlies · 2 years

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505 - Primavera Sound LA

#❤️#you can hear me yell ‘yes jamie!!’#that nostalgia soaked riff #my show #mine #primavera #arctic monkeys #505 #love jamie's haircut & outfit #also nick's bass line is sick

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turnersverse · 23 days

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with the exception of you i dislike everyone in the room.

a/n: this is my first fic and i have no idea what i'm doing so please bear with! please feel free to leave any feedback bc the last time i wrote was over a year ago sooooo ...

you discover alex's true feelings for you after finding his notebook he is always writing in but never shows anyone

friends to lovers, alex and reader have been friends for about 10 years !

you'd been in the studio all day with the band, even though you weren't apart of it you would often help with some of the guitar parts, seeing as you played it yourself. the monkeys already had about 4 songs for their new record, and you had a feeling this album could boost them to worldwide fame.

you were sat next to jamie, who was plucking at random strings on his guitar, his face scrunched up in concentration as he worked out in his brain the arrangement of notes. matt and nick were stood behind alex, who was hunched over his notebook that he wrote anything to do with the monkey's music in.

"al, mate, we need the lyrics. i don't know what i'm doing over here." jamie said, still looking at his guitar.

"just write a riff or something, i dunno." alex mumbled, before adding. "and can you two stop breathing down my neck? all i'm going to be able to write is how nick o'malley's annoyingly hot breath was gliding over the back of my head."

matt and nick just laughed as alex glared at them, nick starting to purposefully blow air at alex.

"right, stop it now." alex frowned, standing up from his seat. "i'm going for a smoke." and with that he left the room.

"he's got loads of songs in that stupid little book, he just doesn't want us to see them. i have a theory that he's just gonna start a solo project." matt said, sitting down on the sofa next to you. nick still hovered by alex's previous seat, looking between the notebook and the other three.

"no, nick, you can't." you said, knowing what nick was planning on doing.

matt caught on quickly, "i mean, it wouldn't hurt. al's not gonna know..."

"yeah but if he doesn't want us to see them, he'll have a good reason for it." you argued. jamie sighed and stood up, walking to the door.

"i'll go speak to him." the guitarist said before leaving the room.

you sat back, more comfortably, on the sofa. "why don't one of you write something? 'r u mine' is fairly based on the drums."

matt just scoffed, "yeah, i'll write summat, and then alex will come up with some lyrics that won't fit it at all." this had happened just the other day with jamie, who had written 'the best riff of his life' (as he'd called it) before alex showed the rest of the band the lyrics to a song he'd called 'mad sounds', which was much slower than what jamie had come up with.

"lets just have a peak.." nick said, inching closer to the notebook.

"nick, no." you said firmly.

"nick, yes!" matt said, a stupid grin on his face. the drummer looked at his mate, and a look was exchanged between the two. before you could even register their plan, matt had pinned your arms behind your back as nick grabbed the notebook.

you gasped in shock, looking between the two lads. matt was laughing whilst nick flicked through the book, until he stopped. you watched as his eyes scanned the page, before he spoke up. "hey, this is really good."

"let us see then." matt said, and nick handed the notebook to matt. you glanced over, although you knew your best mate would be fuming if he found out, the anticipation had got to you. scribbled at the top of the page were the words 'stop the world i wanna get off with you'. you read through the lyrics, finding that the song was obviously some sort of love song.

"that is really good." you said quietly, a few lyrics sticking out to you. a few phrases you'd heard before. matt hummed, and started tapping the floor with his foot. he flicked to the next page, where alex had written the guitar part.

"oh yeah." matt nodded, "this is similar to the tune we did the other day. 'why'd you only call me when you're high?'"

nick nodded, "yeah i noticed that. dunno who the lyrics are about but its pretty good." as he mentioned the lyrics, matt glanced at him, a certain look in his eyes.

you caught that, confusion written on your face. alex was your best mate, if something was going on, he'd tell you. but you felt like you were missing something here.

just as nick was about to say something, alex and jamie walked back into the room. you, matt and nick all looked between each other and alex, your eyes saying 'uh oh'. alex glanced at matts lap and saw the book.

"what the fuck?" he stormed over to matt and snatched his precious notebook up.

"alex, its good!" matt said, raising his arms up in defence.

"i dont want to do that one." he said angrily.

"why not?" you added in, looking at alex.

alex sighed, looking at you before sitting in the seat he had been in before. "lets just do something else."

"no, lets do this." nick said, his hands now on his hips.

"i wanna see." jamie said, walking to alex and picking up the notebook. alex didnt stop him, he just sat watching jamie's reaction.

after a few moments, jamie looked up with a smile, "this is really good."

"thanks." alex mumbled.

"we could do it. we could do a bit of.." matt stood up and went to his drums, picking up his drumsticks and drumming a bit of a beat. "we could do a bit of that."

alex nodded in approval, "yeah. i wrote the guitar as well. its on the next page."

matt smiled, now knowing that alex had given in as jamie flicked to the next page and looked at the guitar part. "yeahhhhh." he said, nodding his head. he put the notebook down and picked up his guitar, strumming the parts he remembered. everyone in the room collectively nodded, as nick picked up his bass and started playing stuff that would go along with the main guitar.

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the band finished up in the studio 3 hours later, with a demo recorded for the album. alex had offered for you to go round his for tea, and you had gladly accepted. this was something the two of you did often; you would get together and order some sort of takeaway and spend most of the night talking. this had been a sort of tradition ever since alex bought his first house, and you and him spent the first night in there talking until the sun rose.

alex put out his cigarette before unlocking his car as you finished locking up the building. you got into the passenger side, flicking the radio on when alex started the car.

'starman' by david bowie was playing, a song you had always been fond of. you hummed along the the melodies as alex sat in a comfortable silence.

"i was thinking of covering summat for the album." alex spoke up, his accent prominent in his words.

"yeah?" you glance over at him, knowing he probably had an idea of what he wanted to cover by the tone of his voice.

"i was thinking that poem, the one you really like."

"what, 'i wanna be yours'?"

alex nodded. "yeah. thought it would be nice."

you nodded, a small smile on your face. "if you could pull it off. whats all this about though, with the new song and that? a new lover maybe?" you said, wiggling your eyebrows at alex.

"what? no!" he said, looking at you and then back at the road. "stop wiggling your eyebrows at me, you knob."

you just laugh in response, shaking your head as you turned your attention to the road. after a few moments, alex spoke up again.

"did you like the song though? i thought the lyrics were a bit.. i dunno.. cheesy."

"i think it's really good, al. it's similar to the stuff you wrote for 'suck it and see', in a way." you commented, holding back the other thoughts you had.

"yeah, i havent been feeling very.. romantic, lets say, since me and alexa broke up." alex said quietly, knowing that for the past 10 years, there probably hadn't been a single day he hadn't felt that way.

the two settled into a comfortable silence for the remainder of the journey back to alex's house. when they arrived, alex unlocked the door and you went straight to his living room, grabbing 'your' blanket from the back of the settee before settling in the corner of his l-shaped sofa, where you always sat. alex came back into the room with two cans: a can of carling and a pre-mix malibu and pineapple. he passed the latter to you, a quiet 'thank you' leaving your lips.

"chinese or pizza?" alex said, holding up the menus he had also collected from the kitchen.

you hummed, thinking for a moment. "pizza. usual order?"

alex nodded, reaching for his phone to order the food. you got comfy in your seat, pulling the blanket over your legs. you took the tv remote off the coffee table and flicked through the channels, not really reading what was on as something else plagued your mind.

"alright, cheers mate." alex said as he ended the call. "pizza will be here in 45 minutes."

you nodded, your eyes still focused on the tv screen. alex came and sat down next to you, pulling some of the blanket on to his lap and watching you try to find something to watch.

"that sounds good." he said to a true crime series you had stopped your scrolling to read the description of. you clicked on it and placed the remote back down on the coffee table, now concentrating on the series.

alex watched you for a few moments before watching the tv as well. he felt as if something was off with you. usually you would rest your head on his shoulder. he also felt like you'd been a lot quieter today, which you never are.

"are you okay?" he spoke up, watching you turn to look at him.

"uh, yeah." you said quickly, turning your attention back to the screen.

sighing, alex reached for the remote and paused the series. "no you're not. whats up?"

you pull your legs up to your chest, avoiding eye contact. "nothing, its just.." you trail off.

"just..?" alex said, waiting for you to continue.

you sigh, just deciding to spit it out. "the new song.. the lyrics."

alex felt his heart drop, knowing that you knew. "yeah?"

"'with the exception of you i dislike everyone in the room'. you said that to me. at the 'suck it and see' release party." you say, quietly.

"y/n.." alex said, praying silently for you to look at him. "i'm sorry."

you look up at him, confusion written all over your face. "why are you sorry?"

"i dunno, i'm sorry for letting my silly old heart feel like this. i understand if you don't feel the same. but every word in that song is true. the meaning of it all.. and i've always felt this way. thats not the only one as well. so many songs have been inspired by you, and how i feel for you. i'm so, so sorry if you don't reciprocate these feelings, but i can't hide them anymore." alex said, and you could see it all in his eyes. the desperation for you to feel the same, the fear of rejection, the look of love.

you didn't know what to do. you knew you felt the same, and it scared you. it scared you that you'd always loved alex, but could never bring yourself to do anything about it. you never dreamed he would feel the same until today.

"please say something." alex said quietly, watching you.

"i feel the same way." was all you could say at first. you watched as the look in alex's eyes completely changed, how it softened.

"it scares me alex, because i dont want to lose you. i can't lose you. you're my best friend, but i've always felt more. i've always longed to be the one you write songs about. the one you kiss goodnight and wake up beside every morning. but i'm so, so scared. i'm scared i'll ruin it all and i'll lose you. i'm scared of love." you say quietly. the next thing you knew, alexs arms were around your waist, pulling you to his chest.

you clutched onto him, relishing in the feeling of being in his arms. "don't feel like that. don't be scared. you'll never lose me." alex said softly.

you look up at him, watching as his gaze flickered between your eyes and lips, your breath stolen away as he closed the gap between you and met your lips with his. and in that moment, you knew that had been where you were wrong. as your lips fit alex's perfectly like a puzzle. you knew you were made for each other, soulmates both platonically and romantically.

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another little a/n: i didn't really know where i was going with this, and i'm sorry if the endings shit😪

p.s if you noticed the miles reference ily

#alex turner x reader #alex turner #arctic monkeys #alex turner fic #am era

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headcanonsandmore · 10 days

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Can you do the "all the Doctors" thing, but what would they do if they started a band?

I certainly can!

One: Gets gently pushed into it by Vicki. Can actually play the piano rather well, and starts chuckling to themselves when he starts getting into it. Ian and Barbara got a little sick of the solos after over half an hour, though.

Two: You'd think that a recorder wouldn't be a good instrument to play in a band, but you would be as pleasantly surprised as Two was. Gets on surprisingly well with the hippie crowd, although Jamie has to keep them from getting pulled into smoking illicit substances which may or may not be legal. With time lords, who knows what the effects could be?

Three: Can practically play any instrument given to them because "my dear fellow, it would be vain to explain why". Jo loves it when they play Beatles songs. Has an unfortunate habit of playing in venues that later get attacked or blown up by the Masters scheme of the week.

Four: Pulls the weirdest looking string instument you've ever seen out of their enormous coat, plays some weird jazz-fusion stuff that sounds like a cat making love to a washing machine, grins unnervingly and walks off stage. The stage is a random cafe that hadn't even asked them to play. No-one ever speaks of it again, just in case they come back.

Five: Likes to play ABBA on the rhythym guitar, much to the amusement of their kids young friends. Insists on explaining the themes of each song before starting. Has an unfortunate habit of falling over halfway through their set and knocking themselves unconscious. Given the time period, they often get requests to play "That's Entertainment"; doesn't mind playing it but wishes Tegan and Nyssa would stop sneaking away halfway through to snog in a cupboard somewhere.

Six: Loves playing the drums. Their main inspiration is Keith Moon. Mel says it's good exercise for them. Peri is just glad that they don't wear their coat whilst trashing about with the drumsticks, because that would be a chasm too far.

Seven: Spoons. Ace rolls her eyes but knows that they enjoy it. Is surprisingly popular amongst latter-day beatniks and jazz fans. Often gives some lecture after each song. The difference is that, unlike with Five, people actually listen instead of groaning.

Eight: Just has to sing. You would not be able to stop them. They are surprisngly good at it, although sometimes you wonder whether the words have a hidden meaning.

War: Doesn't play anything, for obvious reasons.

Nine: Bass guitar, and in a very no-nonsence sort of way. Can get down and be funky with it. Rose loves it, and enjoys dancing along, which makes Nine very happy.

Ten: Maraccas, weirdly enough, and often with Donna. Both of them are laughing. The rest of the band doesn't really understand why but it seems to work so who cares?

Eleven: Glockenspiel. No, seriously. Amy and Rory don't know where it came from, and it's actually starting to get a little worrying. Especially when Eleven insists on practicing at 3am with no warning.

Twelve: Lead guitar, obviously. Nothing but shredding solos and awesome punk-style riffs. The fact that they don't have a top-selling album is mindboggling.

Thirteen: Fiddle in a folk-punk-fusion band. Very good at it and is having the time of their life. Loves to dance whilst playing. The happy love songs are their favourite, but has a habit of tripping over their feet on stage if they catch Yaz smiling at them.

Fugitive: Doesn't play anything; again, for obvious reasons.

TenThree/David Doctor/ sorry-mr-tennant-i-cannot-call-you-fourteen: Traded in the maraccas for a trumpet. Donna has a trumpet now too. Things seem to be going well for them.

Fifteen: Sampler. Creates tons of exciting sounds based on all of their previous lives, blending them together in a hopeful, joyeous mix. Well, so far anyway. We'll have to wait and see...

Thanks for the ask!

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episims · 2 months

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Felix "You sell frozen pizzas now? Cool."

Troy "That's right, you won't have to travel to Gritford to stock ready meals anymore. But why won't you delight your father with a fresh fish, too? I'll offer a modest discount for buying both."

Troy "And how may I help you, sir?"

Cedric "Haha... no need for such formality. Is Vera home?"

Troy "Err... no, she's at work. Do you have business with her?"

Cedric "Ah... I just wished to exchange news. No matter! The fish is fresh, you said?"

Deanna "-you barely made it! We're about to close."

Jamie "Sorry! Felix said that you have dairy products now. It's always a trouble to get those through the desert without spoiling them."

Deanna "I know, right?? We should have one fridge for ice cream only."

Deanna "See? I told you it's a brilliant idea."

Troy "Yes, I admit so." Fish wasn't selling like it used to... and now we have something to offer for the youth, too. "I, uh. Thank you, Deanna."

Deanna "Hey, it's my job as a manager, right? You're welcome, Troy."

#ts2 #ts2 gameplay #the sims 2 #the sims 2 gameplay #sims 2 #sims 2 gameplay #foxfire forest #playing foxfire forest #troy knowles #deanna shorey #felix howl #jamie riff #cedric fletcher #cedric's hearing really is mostly selective

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maxverstappensflatbrim · 6 months

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [43]

chapter forty-three, act five: the ballad of me and my brain

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November 4th 2017

Her head is pounding. It’s ringing. It kind of sounds like the guitar riff in I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor.

Then she realises that it is the riff from the familiar Arctic Monkeys song, and that her phone, which is just out of reach, is ringing.

She reaches one hand out but it’s not enough so she forces her aching body to crawl towards it.

“H-Hello?”

“Thank God, I was about to file a missing person’s report.”

“Pheebs?”

“Where are you?”

Tommie groans as she sits up and looks around, she’s still in the studio. But the freshly cleaned studio is a mess once more. “What?”

“Where are you?”

“Um, sorry, I fell asleep at the studio,” She looks around at the mess, her new journal that she’d gotten from George is open on the coffee table, the little baggie being used as a bookmark for a different page.

“The studio?” There’s a dull ache in her head, or maybe it’s her jaw. No, it’s definitely her nose. Her mouth is dry and she fumbles until she finds a half empty can of dr pepper Matty had left behind, “What are you doing there?”

“I was working on something.”

“Is everything okay?”

She looks around. No, she can’t remember much and her mind is fuzzy.

“Yeah… yeah, um, I’ll just finish up here and be back.”

“Tom?”

“Hmm?”

Phoebe’s silent for too long on the other end of the phone and Tommie moves her hand back to look if she’s hung up or not.

“Matty’s put himself into rehab.”

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December 1st 2017

Tommie’s back in her little Welsh house. She’s decided to give Phoebe space for the next few months and to take some time to herself (and Button.)

But the doorbell rings one Friday morning and her brow raises as she drags herself away from her Criminal Minds marathon to answer it.

“Hiy- Gabby?”

The Australian model moves from foot to foot, trying to contain an excited Allen who jumps towards the redhead the moment he sees her. “Hi.”

Tommie stares at her, ignoring Button and Allen who reunite on her porch. “Can I- come in?”

“Sure, yes, of course, yes, come in.”

She holds the door open and Gabby steps in, but when it closes behind her she doesn’t move into the living room, she stays in the hallway looking at the frames hung on the wall.

“Is everything okay?”

Gabby lets go of Allen’s lead allowing the dog to run after Button who’s gone out to the back garden. Then she fishes into the pocket of her puffer coat grasping a little brown notebook.

“Caleb came to the old flat, dropped this off for you.”

She takes the book gently and then rubs her thumb over the cover, “Thank you.”

Gabby nods, “I’ve talked with Jamie,” She tells her, “He said everything is going through good, looks like you’re gonna win.”

“Yeah.”

The silence that stretches is awkward, Tommie’s too afraid to say anything in fear of it being the wrong thing.

“Can I ask a favour?”

She doesn’t respond, so Gabby goes on anyway, “Can you- have Allen? I just- I can’t, and he’s always loved you, and you have Button, so I thought… I thought that, you know-”

“Sure.”

Gabby nods, “Thank you.”

She lets her eyes travel the frames again, she notices that the one that used to hold a photo of Matty and Tommie in New York, huge marshmallow coats and the dog's leads in hands is gone. It’s been replaced with a picture from the same day of Button and Allen sharing a hotdog.

“Do you want a cup-”

“I should go.”

Gabby purses her lips, “I’m going back to Australia.”

“What about Matty?”

She shakes her head, “He broke up with me.”

“What?”

She looks at her shoes, “The day he put himself into rehab, he called me, broke up with me and disappeared.”

“Gabs, I’m-”

“I think it needed to happen. We haven’t been the same since-” She cuts herself off, she doesn’t want to blame Tommie, she knows it was technically Caleb’s fault that Matty found out about Tommie’s feelings in the first place.

“I’ve got a plane to catch.” Tommie nods then and opens the door for her.

Gabby stops before she takes the first step out the door and lets her hand land on Tommie’s shoulders. “I’m sorry we couldn’t be friends in the end.”

“We still can,” Tommie tries, one final attempt. “We can still be friends.”

Gabby shakes her head, “No, we can’t.”

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