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            "It's your sister, Angel. Would she call you this early if it wasn't important?" he asked him, a hint of concern was clear in his tone of voice, despite the initial smile that was there due the way his boyfriend sounded so cute when he woke up. Although Jon would defend that he sounded cute, always, to him... which definitely would make Tom roll his eyes at him, because that's the kind of comment that he usually reacts like that. (Obviously, even his eye-rolls were cute to the goalkeeper! ...It's inevitable). He smiled to his partner, as he answered the call— happily holding his hand while he spoke to his sister, playing with the ring on his finger, fondly.
            
            
            // EXACTLY !! watch me as I drop an AU something based in those thoughts of yours ;;)) LOVE THEM, ALWAYS <3333

   tom huffed as his partner moved,  similarly blinking under the new bright light that seemed to frustrate him even more alongside the noise.  that,  and when he finally saw who was calling.  "i doubt anything amelia's gonna call me about is that important."  he had to sort out the way he was laying down,  turning to lay on his back and sending jon a knowing smile.  he answered the phone with a quick and lightheartedly annoyed tone as he said  'do you have any idea what time it is?!'  and,  while on the phone,  his free hand moved to hold jon's and kiss his knuckles as amelia spoke.  
            
              /   we SHOULDDD we could throw them in any scenario and theyre adorable!!! 

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            He chuckled when his boyfriend told his phone to 'shush', and as he told Tom that he would, he propped himself up with his elbow and reached over the midfielder— taking his phone from the nightstand. He blinked a few times, trying to adjust his sight due the screen's way too intense of a light for an early morning, trying to read for him who was the one ringing him even before 6 in the morning. "Babe, it's... I do think it's important."
            
            
            // *gasp* the way I looooooved those. especially the celebrity and bodyguard thing, because I have a weakness for that HAHHAAH but the photographer and muse one is SOOOO Jon and Tom. what about... we do both?! *eyes*

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            As he walked to the kitchen, he still felt the touch of his partner to his upper arm. A lingering warmth. Something that made him miss it, miss him, as he distanced himself. It was silly, but he wanted to be back with him as soon as possible, just to feel that warmth again... and how *calm* his mere presence made him feel. With the knife and the plates, he returned to the living room with the love of his life. "Here, angel. Would you like some tea, too, maybe?"

   that smile could've brightened his days for months to come,  in all honesty,  and thomas leaned into the kiss to his temple with a private smile of his own.  one of an overwhelming love.  "okay."  he responded to every touch,  a hand on jon's upper arm until it brushed away when the goalkeeper disappeared.  he took the box from the bag he used to carry it,  taking the cake out and waiting for jon to join him again so he could take the knife and cut it.  

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            "You're a dream, babe. Indeed too good to be true." he said with the sweetest smile, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Yes, please. For *us*," he emphasized, as he tightened his arms around his waist. "Let me get a knife and two plates for us," he added, brushing his fingers through his hair, gently, before letting go and moving to the kitchen.

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            "Oh? Did he, now?!" he made sure his tone of voice carried his disbelief, resting a hand on his waist to add up to his *attitude*. He couldn't keep up with the acting for too long, though, especially with the way Tom hurried to cover Freddie's tiny ears— and he laughed, because he had *three* 'kids', and he could totally relate with that. It was funny when he was playing with Mav, then Taz came running over and Rose started chewing at his shoelaces. As a good 'father', he would never admit having a favourite, that's for sure! "Alright, *you're always right*, after all," he brought their joking back up. Just yet another meme they had between the two of them. "But I'm happy knowing I'm the favourite, anyways." he added teasingly.

   jon always kept him on his toes—  sometimes his jokes warranted an eye roll,  but other times he couldn't help but try his hardest to pretend he didn't find them hilarious.  jon would be proud of the many times he'd made those jokes himself because of the keeper's influence.  "he came running up to  *me*."  he attempted half-heartedly,  but in the end he was too outraged by jon's comment.  he made a move to cover freddie's little ears from the favouritism discussion,  turning his body to protect him.  "aw,  babe,  don't tell him that.  it'll upset him,  he's only young.  it's like when parents pretend not to have a favourite child,  we gotta act like there's no such thing."  

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            He loved the look in his partner's eyes every time he made one of those silly wordplays of his. He never knew it if he was going to get an eye-roll, if he was going to get a huff, or an obvious attempt to hide his beautiful smile— that consisted in Tom looking away or bowing his head while waving his hand dismissively. There were also the times where he would laugh or smile openly, and those moments, along with all the others, inevitably made his heart melt! He made those silly jokes *for him*. And his 'reward' was his boyfriend's reaction, regardless of which.
            "Riiight," he answered, in total disbelief. "It feels planned out," he jokingly insisted, anyways, narrowing his eyes in mock suspicion at him. They're both adorable! It was hard to even *pretend* being mad! "...Quicker than *we* both expected," he said, quirking an eyebrow up at the kitten. "You better be a nice little devil— and accept the fact I'm still the favourite," he joked, looking up from Freddie to meet his partner's gaze and smile teasingly at him.

   "yeah,  'course.  everything you own alludes to the classics,  it's very sweet."  he adored it,  that cozy feeling that came with all the classics that tom himself wasn't all that well-versed in.  but in being with jon,  he listened to his partner's favourite things and found it all to be contagious—  he wanted to know everything about his favourite things.  "i noticed that.  i thought it was just a coincidence that you always ended up cold,  even when you brought your jackets."  he leaned in further after the peck to pry another one from jon,  smiling as he took jon's hand afterwards and kissed his knuckles.  "maybe.  i love you."  

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            He grinned back to his partner, watching him lovingly— and indeed, a tad sheepishly, too— as he put on the 'old man' shirt, as he called it. To which, of course, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at him and chuckle. "The Beatles are a classic. All right?" he retorted playfully. "Not an 'old man' thing. But I accept it, the part you said it's a 'me' thing— the reason why I love stealing your hoodies. You have the best ones. Or maybe it's all because it's a 'you' thing, too." he finished it with a small smile, pecking his lips, gently.

   tom was more of a realist,  knowing that things were always going to be difficult but there were always things they'd work for.  they had an inherent privilege in a lot of cases,  and tom knew his power was in working with that and using it to help those around him,  but there were separate battles.  those were never discredited in their own right.  being a closeted gay man in a pretty homophobic environment came with its difficulties.  but thomas,  too,  wouldn't change it for the world.  "perfect."  he grinned at the love of his life,  taking the shirt and changing it over immediately as it was passed over.  "i love your old man shirts,  they have a charm to them that none of my clothes have.  maybe it's just the 'you'  of it all."  

   she did an excellent job with the both of them,  they were admirable adults and thomas just so happened to be in love with one of them.  and it wasn't much of a secret as to which one of them that was,  clearly,  as he accepted the kiss with a pleased hum.  "what am i supposed to do with you,  huh?"  he muttered to himself fondly,  sort of like how any partner might lovingly mumble as their lover went on being ridiculous as anything—  but,  god,  did he adore every moment.  "finish your lunch,  love."  
            
              /   of course  <3  

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            His mother really tried. Did her best to raise a *gentleman*, indeed. And he did his best to live up to everything she taught him. It was always one of the many ways he had of 'honouring' her and everything she's done for him and Jane. "Me? I am the distraction?! Oh, goodness— I had no idea." he played innocent, leaning forward the rest of the way to peck his lips.
            
            
            // <3333 tysmmm, my dearest. I will !! (:
            you take care of yourself, too xx always.

   the politeness that jon always dedicated himself to was so sweet,  the only way to describe him would be to call him an utter  *gentleman*.  tom adored him and his striking smile as he watched him lean forward.  "you're full of it.  i'm looking at said distraction right now,  and he's looking as smug as ever."  
            
              /   good!!!  i'm glad it helpsss,  look after yourself <3 

@RED-EMPTION // thank you, lovee xx

   /   <33333 !!!!!  take ur tiiiimeeee 

   he huffed a dramatic sigh,  pretending that he wasn't utterly weakened by the typical drunk affection from his very pretty and equally as silly boyfriend.  "awww,  no.  don't."  his arms tightened around jon,  kissing the top of his head out of pure adoration for his voice.  even if he hated the football club,  liverpool as a city was a lovely place,  and specifically jon's voice could have moved him to tears!  "pssht.  let's get up together.  m'gonna feel a lot of pain tomorrow if we stay on the floor.  and we'll be tooooo hungover to give each other massages."  

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            "Nooo!" he threw his arms around his partner's shoulders from behind, pulling him back down to him, gently. "Please, don't gooo. I need you, love. I will..." he bit his bottom lip, trying to think of what he could say to convince him... but his mind went blank. "I will... I don't know, I'll start crying if you get up and leave me! Because I'm gonna miss you. And because I don't think I could get up on my own, afterwards." he laughed, kissing the crook of his neck. "The world's spinning faster than usual, don't yer think?!"

   while a large part of tom had been so used to resisting the idea of being looked after and protected,  to the point where he would create distance between himself and those that might give it to him,  jon made it so easy to accept.  eventually,  a part of him realised he  *wanted*  to be looked after.  by one man,  who understood him and loved him more than anyone else.  it meant the world to him,  and the starry look in his eyes and his readiness to give back tended to show how much he wanted to return that love.  "god,  you're so—"  he tried to make it sound like a complaint,  a shake of his head,  but with his drunkenness,  he didn't have much self control left anyway.  so he grabbed jon's arms to drag him closer and pull him into a kiss.  maybe,  again,  just to shut him up.  a little bit.  he only spoke when he moved away and tried to sit himself up lazily.  "i need to get up.  need to escape this torture."  

@RED-EMPTION // they are, indeed <\3 but I'm alright, my dear. tysm <33

  /   I hope ur okay!!  Theyre terrifying!! 

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            Jon nodded and smiled his way to acknowledge his words, and also as a way of reaffirming everything he had said so far. About the show and about his friend's talents. "I know, right? We'll be back in August," he was pretty excited about what's next for him and his club. His story there was only beginning! "Ha! I feel you there, lad. Trust me. Yes, well— we had a short pause. A very short pause. So we could enjoy the fact we're the champions! And celebrate!" he laughed a little, then carried on: "But yeah, definitely. We're back at practicing and we've been training a lot. We want another chance at Champions, EFL, FA Cup... everything there's to compete! I want all the trophies— and I know the lads want them as much as I do! So we'll be there for it. Tell me— there'll be more shows soon?! When? Where?! I need to know all the details, so I can try and do my best to be there and watch yous again!"

   perhaps it was because jon was too humble!  that's what dex would say,  but he supposed that was a good quality!  "i really appreciate that."  he replied earnestly,  with the kind of gratitude that the naive american tone often brought to his words when surrounded by people from the uk.  they had some great accents over here!  "you guys don't have any games on for,  like,  ages!  me and my friend wanted to watch one and they're ages away.  what do you do in the meantime?  is there loads of training?  i bet there is,  that's what it's like for singing,  anyway.  sometimes i worry i'll forget how to sing or something." 

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            Dex is too kind... Jon would never think of himself as either 'super-famous' or 'super-cool', but he would definitely think it was *super-sweet* of him to see him that way. Of course they're *friends*! He wished they could hang out more, but the calendar is *crazy*. When he finds some time, he tries to squeeze into his days everything he wants to do, but it isn't always possible, sadly... "Please, do. Send my compliments to all the lads, you've all done fantastic. It was brilliant," he said, before nodding his head in understanding to Dex's words. "I get that. I could see how made up you were for being there! It was in your eyes, this is what brings you joy. Keep it up, lad! You're sound!"
            
            
            // <3333

   thomas was absolutely outraged by the roll of his eyes,  particularly because it wasn't a gesture he did often so he took it extra personally.  or,  rather,  he found it quite funny and shook his head in response.  fine.  he supposed he could allow it just this once,  in terms of their infamous rivalry.  he was quickly distracted,  though,  by just how pretty jon looked in these photos-  taking another quickly after to catch the kiss to his cheek.  he used his own move,  slightly rolling his eyes,  before taking a look at the photos and smiling again.  he really couldn't help it.  "ah,  look at you.  i've never seen a bad photo of you,  i don't know how you do it.  flawless."  

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            Jon never did it himself, but he thought it would be very suitable for a reaction right now, so he went on and stole one of his partner's move: he rolled his eyes. He rolled his eyes as a response for that 'depending on the shade of red' comment of his, that Jon precisely knew just what he was trying to imply. After that, he laughed, shaking his head fondly to his boyfriend. "Thanks, babe," the keeper pressed a kiss to Tom's wrist, then turned to face the camera for their photo. He didn't even have to smile *to* the camera, he was already smiling, all the time, since his partner came in through his door. He had that ability of his. It was like every day was a sunny day when he was around, he brought all that light and warmth and comfort with him. Jon pressed a kiss to his cheek in the sequence, as if to make one of those cliché, although cute couple pictures— not really telling him to take another pic, just waiting, with a mischievous look in his eyes, if Tom would catch the clue on his own at the lingering kiss.

  "of course i would have.  depending on the shade of red."  he narrowed his eyes,  avoiding saying the actual issue he had with that idea because they were both fully aware of what he was insinuating.  as his hand framed jon's face,  the midfielder knew that the emotional side of things didn't matter.  it was just how he was wired,  and tom's natural urge to protect him would be there whether jon actually wanted to talk about things or not.  he hoped the goalkeeper knew that.  he'd always sit there in silence by his side if that was what helped,  the specifics didn't have to all encompassing.  not when he wouldn't take it personally anyway.  "okay.  watch it."  he warned lightheartedly,  even if jon was well aware of the dangers of freshly painted nails—  he was the one that had them,  after all!  and he did it for himself most of the time.  the midfielder did as he was told,  even still,  being equally as particular about the photo he took in sequence.  "they suit you."