harry josh

Battle of the Clubs - Miniminter Imagine

heller, this was requested i just happened to feel like writing. this isn’t my first attempt at writing an imagine, however it is my first attempt at writing a miniminter imagine. so some feedback would be much appreciated. also, it is fairly short so its a little bit like a small blurb/small imagine type of thing. anyways hope you enjoy

x Bel

pairing; simon x reader

warnings; none

prompt; you’re heavily pregnant with yours and simons child and figuring out which football club your child will follow seems to be an issue.

(Y/F/FC) = your favorite football club

Leeds FC. Simon’s beloved football club. (Y/F/FC). My precious football club. But Baby Minter’s favourite football, well, thats what Simon and I are currently arguing about. 

Simon and I have been together for just over 4 years now, and we both loved each other very much. I had fallen pregnant almost 7 months ago whilst we were on our own little holiday in the US. It was quite scary at first, both of us being quite young and obviously because of Simon’s rising fanbase and busy career. But I dont regret one bit. 

The topic at hand lately had been the football club Baby Minter was going to support as soon he popped out of the oven, which was obviously going to be (Y/F/FC).

“Bubba Minter is obviously going to support Leeds. My lil bean is going to take after his or her daddy!” Simon argued as we both cuddled on the couch (Y/F/FC) play against Watford.

I rolled my eyes in response.

“No, no, no. Bean is taking after their mummy, (Y/F/FC) all the way baby!” I cheered excitedly as my team managed to score a goal.

Simon scoffed, turning his head to look down at me and he shook his head in disappointment. He jokingly pulled a disgusted face at my massive (Y/F/FC) jersey I wore before raising his eyebrows.

“There is no way in hell, I’m going to let my child wear that piece of garbage.” 

My face and jaw dropped, a look of fake hurt spread across it. Time to pull out the big guns boys.

The Puppy Dog Eyes.

I pushed my lip out into a pout, making my eyes big and making sure to flutter my eyelashes innocently.

This was Simon’s ultimate weakness. 

His head shook quicky. If he shook any quicker his head might’ve flown right off his neck. His large hands flew to cover his eyes, refusing to give in to the eyes.

“Please Si!” I whined, still pulling the face. “If you love me you’ll let Baby Minter be a cool kid!” 

He sighed, giving in right as the whistle for full time was blown. 

Another victory for (Y/F/FC).

Okay first of all, look at their freaking position in the picture. Karlie is smirking, Taylor is right up against her, and they’re alone. They’re alone in the picture, something we haven’t seen in a long time. We’ve gotten candids of Karlie with Taylor recently, but they’ve been with a group of people. Can you believe it? We finally got a picture of them alone. Secondly, the Polaroid in the back of Karlie’s post clearly shows Taylor outstretching her arms over Karlie’s shoulders as they are hugging. You can only see Taylor’s hands, but it’s clear what position they’re in, because there is a near identical photo of them back in 2014 at Harry Josh’s pre-met ball bash.

Is it safe to say, maybe, possibly, this is the time that Karlie and Taylor are going back into the glass closet. Is this the start of 2014-esq Kaylor moments?

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.