#LOVE IT when she dives omg shut up

[sallieraptor]

love this frame sm cuz Vaggie's a cutie n Lute is so bird of prey here .. her hand is just like a talon and her nose is so beak UGH this pathetic babe is hunting her prey here idc

[sterredem]

Easter eggs

Taylor Swift x Ferrari!driver!reader

Face claim Pinterest girls

Warning hate, homophobia, not proofread, spelling mistakes

Summary Taylor always leaves Easter eggs in songs and posts, in this case the Easter eggs are about a curtain Ferrari driver…

This was a request!

Extra info: Readers number is 87

A/N Also I want to say; this is in NO WAY implying that Taylor is gay; I am just making a fan fictions. I know that she is in a relationship but this is just fiction. Also I know I use pictures of her with friends as her on dates but I am in no way implying that that is that. Again I am just making fiction and I am using the things that exist to make fiction that I and other people enjoy reading.

Its a bit long but I LOVE it!

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Eras tour Liverpool Night 1

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Yourusername I had such an amazing time at the Eras tour in Paris! Thank you so much to Taylor for inviting me, for all the fans for being so nice and trading bracelets with me. Also a (again) a big thank you to Taylor for gifting me this STUNNING cardigan so that I could wear it. This may be the highlight of my year!

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Taylorswift I’m glad you enjoyed your gifts and the show!

Yourusername I very much enjoyed it all! And thank you again for everything!🫶

User0 Whair giftS?! As in plura?!

Taylornation We were happy to have you! Liked by author

blakelively It was so nice seeing you again!

Yourusername OMG YES! It was so nice to hang out!

Theerastour Happy you enjoyed the show!

User1 OMG! WORLD COLIDING!

User2 This is perfect timing with the Twitter thread

User3 You look so good!

User4 She really is living the dream

User5 SHE GOT A FREE ORIGINAL CARDIGAN?!?!

User6 The day after the race in Canada?! This is insane!

User7 Yeah! And after an DNF That is!

User7 Folklore era fits her so well!!

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Monaco Grand Prix

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CelebrityNews Taylor Swift seen at the Monaco formula 1 Grand Prix. This is exiting news after people did a deep dive on lyrics on Swifts new album and saw references to the sport, beside those references there are also mentions of ‘she’. Could this be Taylor coming to support her new love? Or is this just making a public appearance to a sport that she has publicly said she loves, and that she is letting her fans clown (again). Read more on our website!

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User8 Oh?! This is interesting.

User9 I wouldn’t be surprised if this is just because she likes f1 but I also wouldn’t be surprised if she really is dating someone in f1 (ether a driver or someone that works for a team)

User10 I am curious to what team she is going

User11 besides the point he she look GOOD

User12 what is Lando lurking in the likes?

User13 Maybe they are dating?

User12 HAHAHAHA Lando norizz?? Never!

User13 Hey it could be!

User12 It could but she mentioned a she soo…

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Yourusername posted a story

Taylorswift replied to your story

oh? That is an interesting reaction to meeting me…

Yourusername Shut up

What was it again? 😳🙂‍↕️🤭😦🙂😄🥰?

Yourusername Stop, you’re being mean☹️

Cute

Yourusername STOP ✋

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Landonorris replied to your story

YOU MET TAYLOR SWIFT?!?!

Yourusername I’ve met her earlier so…

WHEN?!

Yourusername Wel at her tour… and before that… and I was invited to her birthday…

Y/N!! YOU TRAITOR!!

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Charles_Leclerc replied to your story

I’m suprised I haven’t heard you Freek out yet

Yourusername It isn’t the first time i meet her

HUH?!?!

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Formula1Gossip Taylor Swift once again spotten in the paddock, this time in red, she was also seen in the Ferrari garage. Is she there to support a special someone? Or is she there because she likes the sport? On our website we did a deep dive!

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User1 Oh? Again?

User2 FERARRI LETS GOOO!!

User3 Maybe she is dating Charles?

User4 Bro have you seen the ‘she’s’ in het songs?!

User5 her hair looks so good!

User6 maybe she is dating Y/n?

User7 Yeah sure grandma, let’s get you back to bed..

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Instagram

Yourusername posted a story

Taylorswift replied to your story

Great job love🫶

Yourusername Thank you Tay!

See you soon?

Yourusername Yeah, I’ll come to the hotel.

Great, I’ll wait with the food

Yourusername 👍

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WAGnews Taylor Swift once again spotted at the Monaco Grand Prix. This time wearing a Y/n Y/l/n sweatshirt with her number on it. Does this mean that they are together? Or is it just friend supporting friend?

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User8 I think they are just friends, so why is this on the WAG page?

User9 …and they where roommates…

User10 What if Y/n gave her the sweater after Taylor gave her the cardigan??

User11 She looks so happy now! I’m happy for her!

User12 I think that if her and Y/n would be dating they would be a POWER couple with Taylor dominating the music industry and Y/n dominating Formula 1

User13 As the user said on Twitter; the red is getting more and more over the weekend.

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Yourusername What a great weekend was this! p1! And congratulations to Charles with P2! It was as always a very enjoyable weekend and I had some very special people with me🫶 see you in Canada!

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Charles_Leclerc Great job Y/n👍

Taylorswift It was amazing watching this weekend🫶 and congrats on P1!! liked by author

User1 Great job!

User2 Everyone just ignoring the kiss?!?!?!!! I CALLED IT!!!

User3 YEAH!! I WAS SO SHOCKED!!!!

User4 HARD LAUNCH AT RACE!

User5 P1 LETS GOOOO

User6 I think the world just stopped after that kiss

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Yourusername The cats out of the bag I guess…… here is my lovely girlfriend; Taylor! I think you all know who she is, but in case you don’t; she is a amazing sing and songwriter, she is one of the most famous person right now, she is very kind, very passionate about what she does (and also very talented in what she does), very generous and also very funny (she is also a cat lover (she forced me to put that in)). I hope you will all love her as much as I do because you will see us together a LOT more. This is the love of my life, forever and always.

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Taylorswift I LOVE YOUU!!!❤️🫶🫶❤️❤️ liked by author

Taylornation Power couple!!

Y/l/n87 The cutest!

Landonorris traitor

Charles_Leclerc Happy for you!

User7 AAAHHHHHHH

User8 The caption is the SWEETEST thing EVER!!

User9 Her putting Taylor song lyrics in the caption is EVERYTHING to me!!

User10 They are adorable!!

User11 I’m speechless

User12 The compliments are just🥰🙂😊😘🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

User13 Not the cat mention😂😂

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CelebrityGossip After the recent reveal of the relationship from Taylor swift and Y/n Y/l/n, here are some pictures of them that we where sworn to keep private until their relationship as announced. A very cute couple indeed, more pictures on our website

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User1 THEY ARE SO CUTE!

User2 I AM SO HAPPY! I CALLED IT YALL!!!

User3 This is my new Roman Empire

User4 YOU KNEW???? AN GOSSIP ACCOUNTS KNEW AND DIDNT GOSSIP?! THAT IS INSANE!

User5 I remember some of these outfits, and they are from a year ago. So they’ve been together for that long without us knowing?!

User6 Power couple, and hottest couple ever.

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The one | CS55

― Pairing: Carlos Sainz x fem!reader (she/her) ― Warnings: mentions of break up and food; typos. ― Summary: Yn is doing well a few months after her break up with Carlos, and so is he. Everyone thinks that this paragraph of their lives is over, but as it happens they may be a chapter to each other, and Yn makes sure everyone knows he was her great love, the one - through her new song. ― A/n: None of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps, but the work is, and I do not allow it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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February, 2023

February, 2024

realyn

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realyn "The One" has just come out on all streaming platforms. I hope this piece of my heart reaches yours. Tune in and dive into the feels 💐🤍

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saintsainz "for old time's sake" HELLO?????

ynsummer omg another bop!!! I wish I could write songs when I'm sad, the few breakups I had I could only cry and try not to choke on my own phlegm

⤷ fan2000 ewwww LOL

hammert1m3 charles on the likes 👀

leclowns1655 in my head they're not over yet

⤷ mercmickey you need therapy, bestie

lewishamilton great music as usual 💜

francisca.cgomes 😍😍

szadirection I love how the grid's still here supporting here even a year after she and carlos broke up 🥺

popyn WE WERE SOMETHING DON'T YOU THINK SOOO ROSÉ FLOWING WITH YOUR CHOSEN FAMILY 🎤🎤🎤🎤

ferraristrangers I have so many theories for the lyrics and the cover and kksjksdj aaaaaaaa

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March, 2018

realyn

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realyn eat pasta, run fasta, they said 😋😂

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bieberf1 they my new fav couple now 💋

raintyresainz thank you for feeding us that last carlos pic

hurricaneyn welp now I wanna eat pasta but its like the middle of the night

⤷ alonsochamp eat pasta, sleep fasta 😙😂

carlossainz55 ❤️❤️

amarelorenault her glasses are so cool!!!!! her style is always on point

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 we tried homemade, it worked 😋

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realyn we didn't run fasta this time though :(

⤷ carlossainz55 there wasn't any race this Sunday, cariño

⤷ realyn shhhh, let me be funny

harrystylistee I want what they have!

April, 2018

realyn

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realyn enjoyed April with my fav spaniard, wrote a few songs for you guys - new album dropping soon!!!!! 🥳

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aussiegrid howd you like Australia, Yn?

⤷ realyn I loved it, def gonna come back soon 🥰

ynfan 💙💙💙💙💙💙

carlosfullname1 where’s your jacket from?

⤷ realyn website.com 😘

fab2000 can’t wait for the new song and espec the new album!!!!!

July, 2018

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 Yn's new album "I used to know her" is out now and you guys should run to listen to it 💙💙 she did an amazing job as usual. I'm very proud of you, cariño @ realyn

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lewishamilton congrats, Yn!

hulkhulkenberg everyone here loved the new album, well done, Yn!

renaultf1team its our garage soundtrack 😎💛

March, 2019

realyn

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realyn the past few months wearing papaya have been amazing! 🧡 and yes, last concert clothes were orange bc of the team

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landonorris looks like the concert clothes gave us some luck, make sure to wear orange again next time!

⤷ realyn I love you guys but I can't be wearing orange all the time

⤷ yourmanager yes, you can

⤷ realyn shut up, I'm gonna fire your ass

⤷ yourmanager no, you won't

⤷ carlossainz55 jajajaja

tifosinha I love how lando looks like their kid 😂

spaincarlos_ not yn and carlos adopting lando lol

ynfan4 her music taste is *chef kiss* 🤌🏾

ynandsainz yn, your album still on repeat on my apple music!

mclaren 🧡🧡

December, 2019

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 ¡Feliz Navidad! 🎄❤️

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saturnracer FELIZ NAVIDAD TAN TAN TAN PROSPERO AÑO Y FELICIDAD 🎤

szalover 😭😍 its the way she loves pasta

⤷ cowboyvettel @ realyn pasta or carlos? choose one

⤷ realyn carlos cooking pasta 😙😋😜

July, 2020

realyn

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realyn compilation of some of the flowers Carlos gave me and pics he took 💖 Te amo, cariño 💐🌷🌹🌸🌺🌼🌻

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fonedirection God I see what youve done for others

carlossainz55 you’re my favorite flower, love 🌸💖

⤷ fernandoalo_official you guys know how to be sicklengly cute huh 🙄

piastripastry see? carlos gets flowers regularly to yn and yall out there crying over an ugly ass man who gives you the bare minimum 🫵

March, 2021

realyn

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realyn new character unlocked hehe ❤️💛🏎️

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ynfrance We want a new album, queen!!! save us!

swiftverstappen the way they went through everything togerher 🤧

⤷ russellsainz I want what they have

monegasque16 another day another yn post to make me cry in single and alone

carlossainz55 thank you for the endless support, cariño 💛 you’re my everything

tifosisunshine you’re 😭 my 😭 everything 😭

August, 2022

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 my kind of free-weekends 🩵

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sunnyyn yn looks so good 😍😍

yourbestie ❤️ aweee

realyn te amo! 😘

January, 2023

realyn

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realyn happy new year 🙃

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charlsmonaco where's carlos? 😟

mylightyn I don't like this vibe…

ynwardrobe what is she reading?

lewishamilton 💙

⤷ mclatinha lew do you happen to know something we don’t?

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 ¡Feliz Año Nuevo! 🎉

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brocedes2010 where's Yn??????

schumini_ at least they seem to be on the same place 🙏🏾🙏🏾

redsainz he looks so good it hurts

back to 2024 💬📩

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[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | WOSO X READER | PT 14

pairings: woso x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: fourteen

part one here

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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ you guys back me up here

lotte y/n absolutely not

neev oooh what's gotten lotte acting like this

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ so i made this insane connection yeah lotte is literally a female tom holland but miss wubben-moy here is denying it

the REAL karate kid huh?

mccard hold on you might be onto something here

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

LOOOK it's not the best photo to compare from but tell me i ain't the only who sees it

stairway OMG

brightness oh yeah i'm seeing it

stephy YESSS it's the side profile

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ exactly!!

meado that is insane

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ seeee lotte! i meant it as a compliment when i said you look like tom holland's twin

elton changed lotte's name to tom holland's twin

tom holland's twin

neev

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ 😔😔

tom holland's twin niamh do i need to remind you of this afternoon at the beach? because i will

hempo oooh i wanna know what happeneddd

daly

stairway WAIT YOU GUYS WENT TO THE BEACH?! AND DIDN'T INVITE ME

the REAL karate kid that is so sad we must've completely forgotten about you

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ OMG YESS I HAVE AMAZING PHOTOS TO SHARE

neev Y/N NO

tom holland's twin Y/N YES

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

this one and jessie were STRUGGLING for an hour trying to place their mats 😭😭 it was so funny

flaming hot STOPPP DONT REMIND ME

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

and miss fleming here even gave me the bird guys she's not as innocent as she looks

flaming hot oh shut up y/n

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ you're just sour that the wind loved me

flaming hot yeah i really am

the imposter aka y/n ❤️

i'm justfdghjkem ehyu tyuiolkjehsyuikmdrnh

willybum um y/n you good?

elton are you having a stroke rn?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ sorry y/n's a bit busy rn

neev WHERE'S Y/N MY BAE AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ if you want to see her alive again i'm gonna need y'all to venmo me 10k each

stairway 10k?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ is that too much for you?

stairway oh no no it was just surprising how you didn't go for one 1 million like everyone usually does

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ oh well i guess if you want it that way then 1 million each from y'all

willybum STANWAY WTH

neev had to open that big mouth of yours

ona we'll save y/n just what is this venmo and how do i venmo you money?

elton i mean do we have to ..... she'll be fineee

neev you know what how about 1 m for y/n toone will pay for it on behalf of us all

elton HUH excuse you i ain't venmoing anyone a million dollars i'm positive i don't even have a hundred dollars in my bank account

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ wow glad to know how much i'm worth 😔

ona y/n! you're okay! do i still have to venmo for your safety?

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ oh no no don't worry about it ona you're too sweet for this world 🥺 kyra and charli were being jerks and snatched my phone and ran away

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ added kyra and cha cha

kyra aw man you ruined the fun 😔 i could've earned some money

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ nahhh ona's too precious to be scammed by you but i mean ella on the other hand ....

elton OI

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ OMG HOW MANY SELFIES DID YOU TWO TAKE ON MY PHONE?!

cha cha just enough 😁

stephy i was dreading when the three of you would meet up as if we don't already have enough chaos in this groupchat

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ stephyyy why would you think that 😔

cha cha honestly

kyra

the REAL karate kid 😭😭

willybum HELP

cha cha HAHA I LOVE THIS PLS

stephy

kyra WOAH WOAH WOAH

stephy

kyra

cha cha HELP YOU BEAT KYRA WITH MEMES I CANT BELIEVE THIS

the imposter aka y/n ❤️ HAHAHA STEPH YOU ICONIC LEGEND I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE

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i don't even know what the hell this is anymore 😭😭 but i hope you enjoyed this nonsense

part fifteen here

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Omg Exorcists hunting like Ospreys

They dive and go sploosh in the water then fly back out no problem

Vaggie shows this once and Charlie, a no wing haver, is amazed by her gfs ability to fly out of water very much “but??? Wings in water meant to be no bueno??”

the one thing vaggie misses from heaven: Dive Bomb Fishing

XD no but, imagine Vaggie spending ages hunting around the city for a swimming pool big enough to show off to her girlfriend in. Up in heaven there was beaches and bright sparkling bodies of water, but hell is overcrowded and....

Vaggie: "How hard is it to find a body of water in hell that DOESN''T already have a dead body floating in it!?"

Angel Dust: "I dunno toots. Probs as hard as a long throbbing-"

Vaggie: "Shut up and keep looking or die."

she finally finds one and gets SO giddy about it, same as when she was excited to show the hotel commercial to Charlie, dragging her gf over to the edge of the one sanitary pool in hell like

Vaggie: (hopping up and down) "Are you ready for the surprise?"

Charlie: "I, think so??"

Vaggie: "Good!"

Vaggie: (hugs gf) (hops back again) (Grins)

Charlie: "Vaggie wh- pffthaha! You're really excited about this 'super cool angel trick thing' aren't you?"

Vaggie: "You have no idea."

Vaggie: "Now hold this taxidermized fish for me."

Charlie: "Hold the what."

it's a fair question. clean swimming pools aren't the only thing it's tricky to find in hell

Vaggie: "Fish!"

Charlie: "HOLYSHIT WHAT IS THAT THING?!"

Vaggie: "There's not a lot of fish options down here but we're gonna pretend it's a salmon. Or was one, in a past life."

Charlie: "Do I have to- I mean, is me holding it CRUCIAL to the surprise..?"

Vaggie: "You can throw it in the pool soon don't worry."

Charlie: "If it's in the pool Vaggie I don't think I'm going in that water."

Vaggie: "That's perfect! Just get ready to throw."

Vaggie starts stretching her wings

meanwhile poor Charlie wants to SO MUCH to be supportive about the angel thing after how not great that revelation started out so she's nodding and smiling and not instantly yeeting the horror fish and internally doing math equations trying to figure this out so she can be extra super happy about it

Vaggie: (twirling spear) "Ok babe, I'm gonna fly up real high, and when you see me wave you toss the abomination fish into the pool. Right?"

Charlie: "OK!!! Fly wave throw fish, got it!"

Charlie was ready for anything she was PREPARED

she was NOT prepared to see her girlfriend plummet through the air and dive smack dead into a pool at what looks like literal break-neck speed

Charlie: "VAGGIE!?!?!?"

Angel Dust: "Mmm not bad. 10 outta 10 for looking like she's gotta death wish. Slaaaaay!"

Charlie: "IS SHE OKAY?!"

Husk: "0 out of fucking 10. That shit looks wet as fuck."

Angel Dust: "Wuh luh wuh LOVE when thing get-"

Husk: "20 out of 10 if she drowns you."

Charlie: "THAT LOOKED LIKE IT HURT!"

Niffty: "Wheee! Me next!!!!!!""

Cherri Bomb: "Booo! 2 out of 10! It wasn't even a canon ball."

Charlie: "IS SHE HURT THAT REALLY LOOKED LIKE IT HURT!"

Niffty: "Did her spine snap? Is she-" (giggles) "Dead~?"

Alastor: "I'm SORRY to say it dearest but I SINCERELY doubt it! In fact it seems she is just about to surface, and NOT as a far more flatteringly corpse, ha ha!"

Charlie: "VAGGIE ARE YOU OKAY???"

Vaggie's head pop back beaming and shaking water from her face

Vaggie: "Charlie! I got it!"

Charlie: "Not the question I'm asking! Wait, got what?"

Vaggie: (laughing) "Look!"

cue big wing flaps, Vaggie spraying everyone who isn't Charlie with water as she wings back up out of the pool and lifts her spear to show off...

Vaggie: "I got the fish!"

....the stuffed abomination skewered triumphantly on her heavenly spear

Charlie: "You- you caught it!?"

Vaggie: "On the first try! First try in years and-"

Charlie: "YOU CAUGHT THE FISH???"

Vaggie: "I did!"

Charlie: "NO WAY!"

Vaggie: "Yeah!"

Charlie: "HOLY FUCK-"

Charlie, who has NEVER seen a diving bird irl before and whose is mind actually honestly BLOWN, cheering and jumping around and grabbing each of their sopping wet friends in turn to shake them and point at her gf, who

Charlie: "-just did that whatever that was she did that IT WAS AMAZING she went ZOOM like NYOOM and SPLOOSH and wOW-!"

Vaggie: (puffing up) "If there was real fish in that pool, we'd be having some for dinner tonight."

Charlie: "WOW!!"

Alastor: (dripping) (grinning tightly) "How. Delightful."

Charlie: "OH OH OH I GOTTA CALL DAD! I-"

Charlie: "-dad? Dad!! YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT VAGGIE JUST DID!!!"

Alastor: "Oho~"

Vaggie: "What're you laughing at?"

Charlie: "-went WAY HIGH UP THERE and then she DOVE-"

Alastor: "Why at your cruel fate of course! Prepare to be MORTALLY embarrassed in front your partner's parent, my dear~"

Vaggie: "Are you kidding? Fishing is best skill I have."

Charlie: "YES SHE DID SHE DID DO THE DIVING FISHING THING AND SHE GOT THE FISH ON THE FIRST TRY!!"

Husk: (soaked) "That's not. Fucking. Fishing."

Vaggie: "Don't be bitter just because you can't do it, Husk."

Angel Dust: (also dripping) "Both of ya are nuts."

Cherri Bomb: (sadly holding up soggy bomb) "You could get a whole school of fish with one stick of dynamite. I'm just saying."

Niffty: "I wanna be the fish! SKEWER ME!"

Vaggie: "No offence Nif but, pass."

Niffty: "RRG!" (kicks her in the shins) "Stupid sport fishing lesbian!"

Vaggie: "Stupid good at sport fishing lesbian, you mean."

Charlie: "-okay!? Yeah! Yeah I'll tell her!!" (end call) "VAGGIE MY DAD'S COMING OVER HE'S GETTING OUT HIS OLD FISHING POLE HE'S GONNA PUT THE FISH ON IT AND MAKE IT WIGGLE FOR YOU WHILE YOU CATCH IT!!"

Vaggie: "No way!"

Charlie: "YES!! And IM gonna film it!!!"

Angel Dust: "An' we're all goin' home. Have fun with your gay nature docu-thingy."

Vaggie: "Have fun missing out on the fishing losers!"

Charlie: (hugging her) "This is so COOL! How do your wings even work after getting wet!? That's amazing!"

Vaggie: "It's what the daily preening is for, babe."

Charlie: "WE'rE GONNA DO SO MUCH MORE WING PREENING!!!"

Angel Dust: (distantly) "Gaaaaaay...!"

[noellefan101]

Your First Date-Genshin pt 3

Characters: Lyney, Freminet, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Alhaitham x gn reader

Summary: Your first date with them,

Warnings: lyney flirting, tea

Note: omg im finally done, i really liked writing these tho, ye thats all i have to say school literally destroyed my brain, love you

Lyney

he would definitely preform a TON of magic tricks during your first date, both romantic, some are just pretty to look at and then there´s the brother-you're-just-embarrassing-yourself magic tricks

: said ever so kindly by Lynette

wouldn't make your date as public as his shows, since he wants to share the moments and magic tricks with you only

(+ Lynette, Fremi and "father" if she asked him so, but yk, they're only made for you)

after he had given you more rainbow roses than you could ever count to, he set out some homemade goods, like cookies, a cake, cupcakes(whatever you lik)

(in which he definitely didn´t spend a few days learning to make)

overall 10/10 (if you dont ask lynette, she had to leave bc of the amount of secondhand embarrassment(she was there at the start)) and it was enjoyable for u.

Freminet

yes, you would be underwater for your first date, but if you really don´t like it(yet)he can just take you some other time

^^but he would prefer to show take you on your first

[and yes, Lyney and Lynette (+his other siblings at home)did bet on when he would finally confesses and take you on a date]

he would let you wear his diving helmet if you really wanted to, but he would also just wear it if he felt embarrassed, or wanted to tell you a story (most likely abt pers)

he aslo ended up showing you a few of his mechanics(robots?)

and showed you some works in progresses other people haven´t seen, other than him and pers ofc

Wriothesley

he would drink tea with you in his office

^^maybe Sigewinne baked you something too,

but you mainly drank tea and just talked the whole time

(bro likes tea so much, someone pls make him shut up abt it)

well other than showing you and talking about his (absolutely massive) tea collection (and cake/bakery(sry))

if he´ll ever let you talk, ofc he will(its a very unfunny joke), he´ll listen to you for as long as you´d want to talk

you also laughed a little when he told about how melusines and stickers dont work well

and he liked seeing and hearing your laugh, so he might go for a date number two

Neuvillette

he would take you out to a fancy restaurant or he would just sit and talk with you somewhere more private

but maybe include a Melusine passing by here and there, checking on you both or for some work-related reasons (that they then put off, just a little, when seeing you both together)

i imagine that you would try some different types of water with him, by his request, and tried your dam best to find a difference.

but he would also get you any kind of drink, dessert or food you´d like

all in all its pretty easy bonding with him, and he just likes being beside you and spending time with you

Alhaitham

he would take you to a quiet cafe where you could sit in peace, since he doesn´t like loud places and want you two to be alone for the most part

he would pay 100% he doesn't even give you a chance to try and pay for anything (he´s nice when he wants to be)

he definitely brought a book with him to read(+ one for you) and would either let you talk while he reads a "little", or he would just read out loud so you know what kind of books he likes

he´s not good at doing any kind of romantic things, but he did try and do something

that including:

taking you out on the date later in the evening so he later could show you the stars, and point out some constellations

asking your friends (and maybe family) what you like food-wise, so he knows what kind of place he should have in mind when picking the place of your date

thank you for reading i don´t think i´ll make any more of these, but if you want it i´ll do it, luv ya-Masterlist

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[tomssexdoll]

Could you do a bratty F!reader with 2009 Tom. Like the reader and him are enemies and she gets bratty with him at a party, and he takes her to a room and like fucks her hard! and she like sucks his dick!!! I am sorry if it's not enough context!!!

omg yes sure

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PAIRINGS: Tom 2009 x Female reader CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT SYPNOSIS: Tom and you have been enemies for so long, you, him and his brother Bill go to a party together and when Tom sees you dancing with another guy he gets PISSED. He grabs you and pulls you away, you argue and then get freaky hehehe A/N: i love all ur requests! this doesn't apply to the person above but can everyone please use detail when wanting a fic? I love knowing what you want specifically and it helps me a lot WARNINGS: tom!dom, reader!sub, p in v (missionary), degrading, sucking d, tit playing, rough kissing

Me and Bill stepped into the party, searching around for alcohol, we had come with his fuckass brother Tom, we have been enemies for so long. I don't know how it started, we've been friends since we were 6 and he was fine until puberty. Then he became bitter and cold, I don't know why but it honestly hurt, I missed the old him.

I hated how Tom treated me, whenever I was excited about something he'd put me down, making fun of me. The weird thing though is he got mad when others made fun of me? But I always ignored it, lately I've been giving him an attitude back, he deserves it. We get into such heated arguments I sometimes imagine him fucking me roughly. (foreshadowing!!!)

I grabbed a bottle of vodka, pouring multiple shots for me and Bill, "oi! where is mine?" Tom yelled at me, shoving the glass into my face, "fuck off Tom get your own!" I smacked his hand away and downed the shots, the liquid burning as it slipped down my throat.

"Whatever..verdammte schlampe" he muttered under his breath, I rolled my eyes and turned to Bill, "what is his fucking problem? He always has an attitude with me" I sighed, Bill shrugged "don't know, guess he's always been that way with you" I scoffed and took another shot.

'Well fuck him, he's not going to ruin my night" Bill chuckled and clinked glasses with me, downing yet another shot with me. My head was getting hazy, vision slightly blurring. "Let's dance!" I said, slurring slightly and grabbing Bills hand, running to where everyone else was dancing.

Sweaty and horny bodies dancing against each other, I decided to stick with Bill, dancing to the music, jumping up and down and laughing loudly.

Bill grabbed my hips and grinded into me, we were laughing the whole time, knowing that it all a joke. I glanced over to Tom and saw him clenching his fists, I furrowed my eyebrows and just ignored him. He was probably looking at another girl, afterall he hates my guts.

After dancing with Bill for a while he disappeared to the toilet, probably hooking up with someone. I was dancing on my own and then felt a random guy grab my hips, pulling me in close and grinding on me. I grinned, knowing Tom was watching, secretly wanting him to be jealous.

I started to grind against the guy, matching the rhythm of the music, swaying my body passionately against his. Reaching my hands back to his shoulders as he kissed my neck roughly, throwing my head back as he found my sweet spot, continously sucking it.

I moaned softly as he grabbed my hips tighter, spinning me around, I smirked, resting my hands on his shoulders again and diving my face into his neck, kissing it passionately, leaving small hickey marks.

I turned around and started to grind against him again, lowering onto the floor and coming back up.

I glanced at Tom and saw his eyes narrowing, filled with rage. I rolled my eyes and continued to dance with the guy. Suddenly I felt a strong hand gripping against my wrist and looked up, seeing Tom. "Get off me Tom!" I tried to pull my hand back to no avail. "Hey! Piss off man!" the guy spoke up, Tom huffed out and punched the guy, I gasped "Tom what the-" "shut up! come with me, now." he said sternly, cutting me off. I obliged as he dragged me to a secluded spot.

"What the fuck was that?" He yelled, pinning me to the wall. I narrowed my eyes "the fuck do you mean? Can I not dance?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes and looking away. He grabbed my face and turned it to look at him "quit being such a fucking brat, you're mine, I don't want to see you with other guys" he pushed his face closer to mine, staring deeply into my eyes, "I'm not yours Tom and I never will be" I glared at him, testing his patience.

His chest heaved up and down, pulling away and dragging me into an empty bedroom, slamming it shut with such force the floor trembled slightly, he locked it and pushed me onto the bed, my eyes widened as he stood over me, smirking darkly. "Take your fucking clothes off, now." he demanded, I bit my lip and grinned, zipping my dress down and taking it off. Revealing my black, lace thong and my bare tits.

"Such a fucking slut, hm?" he stepped closer, climbing on top of me, his fingers trailing down my cleavage and then to my tits, circling his fingers around my sensitive nipples, flicking and pinching the buds. "Tom.." I panted out, squeezing my eyes shut.

He latched his lips onto them, sucking roughly and biting softly, teasing me to a maximum. I moaned softly and grabbed onto his braids, tugging them roughly, my back arching at the pleasure.

He traced small circles down my stomach to my pussy, grabbing onto my thong and ripping it off, I gasped "hey! that was fucking expen-" he huffed out "shut up! I'll get you another one" he grabbed my legs and pulled me closer to him. He unbuckled his belt, shoving his pants down, leaving him in his boxers. He smirked and pressed his erection against my leg, leaning down and kissing me roughly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and returned the kiss with as much passion, our lips smashing together and locking in a intense embrace. Grabbing my hips roughly, leaving cresent shaped marks on my waist and butt. He bit my lips, making me gasp as he smiled, taking the chance to slip his tongue in, licking a stripe off of it

Our tongues fought for dominance, swirling against each other. We were basically eating each others faces. He let go for a moment, taking his cock out of his boxers and alligning himself with my entrance, I looked up at him nervously, he kissed my cheek softly and pushed himself in, bottoming himself out, I groaned loudly as he stretched me out, my hands flying to his arms. "Fuck!" I moaned, he quickly shut me up by smashing his lips into mine again, thrusting roughly, in and out of my pussy.

His cold, metal piercing brushing against my lips roughly as we slobbered on each other, not daring to break the kiss. "You're so fucking sexy..meine schlampe" he muttered against my lips as he pounded into me roughly. Hitting that gummy spot in me repeatedly.

I withdrew from the kiss, throwing my head back and moaning loudly. Both of our lips swollen and red from kissing so roughly. He smirked down at me, rubbing my swollen clit softly as his hips slammed against mine harshly. I bit my lip and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in closer.

"Fuck!" I yelled out in pleasure, digging my nails into his arms savagely, he groaned, enjoying the pain and shoving his face into my tits again, licking and sucking my nipples brutally. I whimpered as his cock slammed in and out of me faster now, his pace unmerciful.

I screamed out in pleasure, my heat tightening against his cock, signalling my climax. He smirked and retraced from both my clit and tits, focusing on the buldge that shifted up and down in my stomach, his eyes widened as he pressed down on it, causing me to moan loudly "How many cocks have been this deep inside you, hm?" his voice demanding, I cried out "none!", he smirked, his cock throbbing in me.

"G'nna cum!" I gasped, feeling the tension build in him too. "Cmon baby...cum for me" he grabbed my hair roughly, I moaned loudly, my orgasm washing over me, releasing all over him. He groaned and pushed his cock deep into me one last time, squirting his thick cum into my hole and coating my walls. I sighed and crashed into the mattress.

"Come here, get on your knees" he said, breathing heavily. He grabbed my legs and dragged me off the bed, getting me onto my knees. I looked up at him and opened my mouth, he chuckled "such a good slut" he shoved his cock in and I began bobbing my head up and down, sucking harshly.

I moaned on his dick, slobbering and swallowing his cock. Saliva building up on my face. Mascara filled tears running down my face urgently, I felt Toms thumbs come down on my cheeks, rubbing the mascara tears roughly, creating a mess.

I didn't care though, I needed his cock. Being deprived from it for so many years made me act up so much once I finally got the chance. I continued to bob my head up and down ruthlessly, squelching sounds coming from his cock as all the saliva built up.

I gagged and choked as his tip hit the back of my throat, rolling my eyes back. "Fuck..so good.. gonna cum baby keep going.." his hand reached down to my head, guiding it on his cock. Pushing it ever so slightly.

His breathing became ragged, his legs twitching slightly. I knew he was close and smirked, sucking harder and faster. Gaining a reaction out of him that fueled me deeply, he moand loudly, slightly whimpering.

With one last thrust he came hardly, pushing his cock to the back of my throat where he shot his hot seed down into my throat, "swallow." he demanded and I obliged, swallowing and sticking out my tongue to show him, he chuckled and pulled me up, grabbing a tissue and wiping my mouth and pussy. "Get dressed, we're leaving" he enforced.

I walked over to my dress and put it on, grabbing my purse and shoes. I went over to the mirror and gasped, I looked like a mess, my hair scruffy and my makeup smudged, he chuckled at my reaction "now everyone will know you're mine", I giggled, fixing my hair and grabbing his hand, walking out with him.

Bill was outside, waiting for us, once he saw me his eyes widened. We got into the car and Bill suddenly spoke up "I see we had fun, that's good, I guess Tom you didn't ruin her night afterall" he chuckled, teasing us. "Shut up Bill" Tom grunted and drove off home.

Toms hand stayed on my thigh the whole drive home, at a red light he looked over to me and smiled softly, rubbing his thumb softly over the skin.

E/N: should I do a part 2 of this like a happy ending that would be so cute, comment yes if i should

[lemonwrap]

I dunno if you take asks, but your Merman!Ghost + Soap AU is just mmm and I got hit with inspiration-

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Imagine:

Dog!Soap, loving paddleboarding and surfing, loving feeling the sea breeze in his hair and ears, the ocean being his place to relax after long days. Suddenly, a huge wave hits him out of nowhere, dragging him under, fast and hard. He thinks it's the end. Until this sleek, beautiful creature, with eyes as dark and thick as the night sky, grasps him by the hand and drags him upwards to the surface.

Months go by, Soap can't look at the ocean anymore, but he always, somewhere in the back of his mind, yearns to go out to a pier and jump in, go diving for the beautiful creature that saved him. He wants to thank him, do something for him, like any dog would for someone who saved them from the brink of death.

Suddenly, the nearby aquarium offers a new exhibit, only described in vague words and blurry pictures.

Price and Gaz drag Soap along, knowing he needed to go somewhere, do something, get out of the house, to cheer him up a bit.

As they make their way through the crowd around the large glass aquarium, and get right to the glass, Soap sees the same eyes he saw that day in the ocean, just as deep and enrapturing as ever, staring right back at him.

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And ofc anything can be changed if you want to write it-

I have no focus really to write it full out, but I also really wanted to share it somewhere lol

Omg, omg.

Ghost doesn’t even seem to see the other visitors once he spots Soap. He just stares past all the people with those pitch black eyes, intense and unwavering with zero doubt that he saw Soap.

Even Gaz and Price notice the merman’s unusual reaction.

“He noticed you,” Gaz says, then playfully flicks one of Soap’s perked ears. “Think it’s the ears?”

“Shut up,” Soap says absentmindedly in response to Gaz, not paying much attention to anything but the merman. He doesn’t look sick, but he looks unhappy. The aquarium’s water is clean enough, but it’s small and overly bright with no place to hide from prying eyes and the occasional flashing of cameras. The merman seems agitated, too, swimming in tight circles and scowling whenever the glass is tapped but repeatedly looking back to Soap.

They’d arrived in the afternoon, so there’s less people than at opening and Soap has a chance to get up close to the glass. He can’t keep his tail from wagging, but it slows when the merman doesn’t look any happier at his proximity, just more desperate.

“He likes him!” a young girl exclaims when she sees the merman pressing his palms to the glass, clearly the first time he’s bothered to interact with anyone. More camera flashes go off, and the merman’s black eyes squint, irritated by the lights, but he keeps looking at Soap, miserable and longing.

Soap hasn’t been back to the ocean since he almost drowned, but can almost feel the salt of the water in his lungs and burning his throat.

The merman saved Soap’s life that day, and he vows that he’ll get the merman out somehow.

[sirenlulls]

she's thunderstorms → g. gallagher

pairing —gene gallagher x albarn!reader (diana silvers face claim!)

summary —where you're the best nepo baby pairing there is

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[maraudersimp67]

After Starcourt

Reposted from Ao3

Author: Maraudersimp

Feel free to find me on ao3 and let me know what you think! This was posted eons ago back in 2022 (omg) so I'm keen to get feedback before I dive back into my love for writing Robin (and Steve, of course)

After Starcourt, after the sirens had faded out and the ringing had stopped swirling round in her ears, Robin sat on her bathroom floor alone and cried. It was like the whole time she’d been shoving her head underwater and she’d only just had the chance to come up for air, but the air burned and she’d been swimming for so long that she was totally and utterly exhausted and overwhelmed and she couldn’t stop thinking about doctors and needles and fireworks and Russians to the point where she wanted to shove her head in a box and wail. It was too much. So she stayed on the floor until her bones started creaking, and her breathing evened out enough for her to down a glass of water without hiccuping, before sneaking back to her room without waking her sleeping parents. She peeled off her gross, sweaty, stinky work uniform with a grimace, vowing to herself that she’d change the sheets in the morning because there was no way she was going to be able to stay awake in the shower right now. By the time she’d shuffled over to her bed her eyes were half closed, and Robin Buckley was only sort of aware of the fact that this was going to be the best night's sleep she would get for weeks. 

In all the excitement she’d forgotten to turn off her alarm. If the mall hadn’t been… whatever it was, she would totally be pulling herself out of bed for her morning shift right now, instead Robin let out a groan and slapped at the box on her bedside table until it finally shut up. God , her head absolutely killed. Pair a drug cocktail hangover with a night of crying into the early hours and apparently you get the perfect recipe for the most intense headache of your life. Stick that one down in the life manual. She noted, Won’t be doing that again. 

She heard movement coming from the kitchen downstairs, even from here the sound of pans against laminate countertops made her teeth ache. Rubbing at her jaw, she shuffled her way upright and glared at the door for its lack of soundproofing. Completely inconsiderate. Worse than pans, though, was cutlery. That was a new one. Who would’ve thought that in just one night Robin’s entire stance on metal utensils could be shifted from “Fine, I guess.” to “Nope nope never again, get those away from me before I start throwing things.”. She covered her face with her hands and shook her head (slowly, so her eyes didn’t fall out of their sockets) before taking the deepest breath in human history and slowly exhaling. Shower first, then breakdown was going to be her mantra for the morning and she was nothing if not stubborn. 

Robin went through the motions without pause for thought and let steam fill the room. She sucked through her teeth when she got shampoo in her already stinging eyes and had to move slowly to avoid cramping when she washed herself because her muscles were so unbelievably tight from all the walking and running and rolling on the floor and nope. It was tough, but she was actually kind of proud of herself for turning her brain off on purpose for maybe the first time ever. Until she got to the mirror.

Usually she loved this part - being all warm and clean, wrapping herself up like a delicious burrito and putting creams on her face that made her feel like a fancy lady from victorian england - but today when she looked in the mirror her eyes were gross and bloodshot, way more than they should be from just shampoo, and she was still pretty puffy and sad looking. Leaning in to get a better look at her left eyeball, which was starting to itch ( which, ew), immediately sent her reeling, she felt like half the air had been knocked clean out of her because,

“Oh my god, Steve.”

The sound of her own voice shocked her a little, but not nearly enough to make her forget what she had just remembered. Steve’s face, covered in blood and bruises with a busted left eye and his stupid mouth hanging open because Robin had just told him the truth. 

“Oh my god.” She whispered to the Robin in the mirror. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god.”

She couldn’t look away. Puffy Robin stared back in horror as she replayed their conversation in her head. Was he really okay with it? She sunk down to the basin and groaned into the plug hole. What if she went into town and saw ROBIN BUCKLEY IS A DYKE sprayed on every storefront in Hawkins? “No way.” she glared at the faucet as though it had put those thoughts in her head. It had the decency to look sheepish. “Get it together, Buckley.” she twisted for cold and splashed her face. Steve Harrington was her friend. Yeah, that’s never getting old. Steve didn’t care if she liked girls, and he definitely wasn’t going to undo months of friendship over it. Still, she felt bare. She let herself blame her shaking hands on hunger.

 

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Two days later

 

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Okay, no red spraypaint, but radio silence was just as bad, right? Obviously he could have just been in bed, recovering from his gnarly injuries, he might have even been dead! Which would be horrible! Seriously heartbreaking! She’s not even sure if he got home alright afterwards ‘cause he pushed her towards her parents’ car as soon as the ambulance people had cleared her to go. But that little demon in the corner of her brain couldn’t help but tap on the glass, whispering nasty things like,

“He thinks you’re gross, Robin Buckley.”

“You seriously think Mr Hawkins High himself would stick around after you drop a bombshell like that?”

It was exhausting. Between worrying about Steve and worrying for Steve she’d had to let the whole monsters are real and we all nearly died crisis take a back seat (because it’s easier to deal with what you know than the impossible blah blah therapy blah blah blah). She’d been treading a path through her rug for the past hour or so, tearing her way through her nail beds and taking calming sips of water from an old camping flask she’d filled for some reason. 

She didn’t register the telltale purr of a certain someone’s car as it pulled up outside her house, and she seriously thought she was hearing things when shouts of “Robin! Rob- Robin are you there?!” came from her lawn. But then her mother. Oh, her mother. Her wonderful, pushy, nosey mother, yelled up the stairs.

“Robin! There’s a boy on the lawn calling for you!”

It was like the world stopped and her face felt like it was splitting in two with how wide her smile was. The flask, already capped, fell to the floor with a thud that she didn’t even hear because she was already throwing herself down the stairs two at a time, poor balance be damned as she made a beeline for the hall.

“Honey!” her father stepped into the hall just before she could make it.

“Sorry dad got to go!” she sidestepped and skidded into the hatstand with a painful clatter.

“Robin, who is-?” she was already out the door.

And there he was. In all his stupid glory. Steve Harrington was stood on her lawn with a busted face and his arms outstretched and a matching goofy smile as Robin threw herself into his chest with a joint oof.

Before she could think anything she was yelling “You’re okay!”

“I’m okay!” he laughed and squeezed her even tighter, “I’m okay.” 

His chest rumbled against her ear as they laughed and spun around.

“You asshole!” she pressed against him so they could see each other’s faces. “Two whole days I was left with my own thoughts. Never do that again, I totally thought you’d died.”

Steve got that kicked puppy look she hated and sighed. “Yeah, well, turns out head injuries are kind of a big deal so they had to take me in to get some scans. I came straight here.”

“Shit, Steve.” They untangled themselves further until they were only holding each others forearms, like weirdos at a middle school dance.

“Hey, it’s fine! All good up in Harrington land, I basically slept all of yesterday anyway.”

“No concussion?” she eyed up his face, which was doing a great impression of a rainbow.

“Definitely a concussion.”

“Steve.”

“Yeah, I for sure shouldn’t be driving around but I have a killer headache so I figured it would be easier if I drove over to see you.”

“And you couldn’t have just called?”

He furrowed his brow, obviously thinking about this for the first time, and Robin just broke down in proper ugly laughter. The kind that immediately leaves you breathless and gasping for air. 

“I suppose… I could have just done that… yeah.” He said through a smirk as Robin let herself sink to the ground. 

I should not have had all that water.  

“You,” she gasped “are an absolute IDIOT Steve Harrington!” 

“Hey,” he’s started laughing too now “you don’t have to go telling the whole neighbourhood.”

For no reason at all that made it so much worse, they were kneeling in the grass holding each other and laughing their butts off like children. It was glorious. 

“Okay, okay, okay.” Robin got herself together enough to stand and brush herself down. “I need to pee, and you need to go home-”

���Come back with me?” He looked at the ground as he said it. It sounded so small, almost desperate, Robin couldn’t find it in her to make fun of him.

“Sure thing, dingus,” she lowered her voice to a whisper “but my parents have definitely been watching this whole thing so if you want me to stay over you’re going to need to perform a minor freaking miracle.”

“Fine by me, let’s save the slumber party for another time.” He got up slowly and walked to the car. “You coming?”

“Now?”

He nodded.

Robin looked back at the house and snorted when she saw the blinds twitch back. “I’ll be back by midnight!” She yelled through a smile and ran to the car.

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, slight angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.2K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - a little more angsty than usual || you almost die again (you don't though!) || Finnick wants to kill Peeta a little || jabberjays are assholes || game master point of views || Finnick really does love you omg ||

You laid between Finnick’s legs on the beach, eyes closed as he slowly took your hair, braiding small sections. You used to practice on him when you were younger, it was your stress relief, but you slowly switched places when he cut his hair and you taught him how to braid for ropes.

You stared at the tsunami-like wave that traveled through one part of the arena, hand softly rubbing at his calf. You sat up when you heard yelling, three forms running out of the forest a couple yards away, Katniss standing up as Finnick grabbed his trident before you heard that voice that always went shrill when you heard them scream.

“Johanna?” You mumble, smiling when you see her signature ax. “Johanna!”

“Y/N!” She yells out, running towards you even though you refused to touch her. “We were deep in the jungle where I thought we’d be safe,” she says, scoffing. “Then the rain started. I thought it was water, it turned out to be blood.”

You look over at Beetee who scooped water over himself to wash it off. She continues telling Finnick whatever she was saying as Wiress says ‘tick tock’ over and over again. You pause, looking around at the arena. Twelve sections and a tree that gets hit by lightning twice a day. You look at her, gasping. “Wiress, you’re a genius!”

Even then, though, after Gloss and Cashmere got to the cornucopia, all hell broke loose. Gloss and Cashmere distracted Katniss and Johanna while you fought to keep the cornucopia yours. When the cornucopia started spinning, though, it was horrible.

You were on the edge, struggling to keep hold of the rocks as Finnick attempted to reach down for you. “Y/N! Y/N, grab my hand, please!”

What was the point? If you fell, you would take him along with you, even accidentally. “I can’t. Finnick, I can’t!”

He shook his head. “Yes! Yes you can, Y/N, grab my hand!”

You slowly let go of the rocks, screaming out as the island starts to go the other way and you’re thrown into the water. Finnick gasps, throwing his trident to the side. “Y/N! Y/N!” He’s about to jump in before Peeta pulls him back.

“Finnick, don’t!”

“Move! Peeta move, got dammit, move!” He yells, trying to shove him off.

“If you go in there, you’ll die!” Peeta attempted to reason, but Finnick didn’t care, not when you were in there. “Finnick!”

Finnick grabbed his wrists, grabbing his trident to press against Peeta’s throat. “Get your fucking hands off of me.”

Peeta squeezed his eyes shut, sighing as he stepped back before Finnick dived into the water. He was the strongest swimmer out of any of them, if anyone could get to you, it’d be him. He searched frantically, finally locating your body drifting away from the cornucopia before swimming over. He dragged you behind him, swimming back toward the island where the currents began to still. Climbing up, he forced your body onto the rocks.

“Peeta! Katniss! Johanna!” He yelled out their names, trying to get help as he got you onto the platform. He panted, quickly pushing your wet hair out of your face before pressing his ear to your chest. “No. No, Y/N! Y/N, wake up! Get up!”

He starts chest compressions, grunting as he forces all his weight onto you, one two, before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, breathing into your mouth as he groans. “No! No, You’re not fucking- no! You said you wouldn’t leave me, Y/N, get up!”

He continues compressions, groaning as you stay still, eyes closed and lips turning a slight blue. He hears footsteps, his hand quickly goes to his trident before Peeta comes running. “Finnick, I-”

“Shut up!” Finnick says, glaring at the other male. “You better shut the fuck up, Mellark. If she’s fucking dead, you better believe it’s you next and the rest of the bastards in this game!”

His hands continue compression, pausing to push air into your mouth as he holds your cheek, tears brimming his eyes. You can’t leave him, you promised. He promised, he promised he’d keep you safe and he failed. “Y/N, please,” he whispers, inhaling shakily as he pressed his forehead to yours. “Don’t leave me. Come on please.”

He was begging as he continued compressions, cursing loudly as he stared at your stilled body. “Wake up! Wake up, Y/N, please wake up! I swear to fucking god, wake up!”

When the cannon went off, he froze. His mouth drops, the tears he held back finally falling down his cheeks as he stared at you. “No.”

Peeta inhaled shakily. “Finnick-”

Finnick’s hands pressed into your chest as he stood, grabbing his trident as he glared at Peeta. “I’m going to kill you!”

It was when you started coughing did Finnick quickly turn around, watching as you gagged on water before turning to your side. He fell to his knees, quickly slapping his hand against your back as you gagged loudly, retching. “Oh darling, you’re okay. You’re okay, let it all out.”

He holds back your hair as you retch a few more times, hand rubbing up and down your back as you hold his thigh. You panted as he finally pulled you up, quickly examining your face as you stared at his blood shot eyes. “Finnick? What’s wrong?”

He laughs, stroking your cheek as he shakes his head. “Nothing, darling. Nothing, nothing my love,” he stroked your hair back as he kissed you, a loud shriek making him laugh as he pulled back. “What’s wrong?”

“Finnick, I almost threw up!”

“And? You didn’t,” he whispers, brushing his nose against yours. “I thought I lost you, darling.”

You inhaled shakily, shaking your head in response. “You’ll never lose me, Finnick.”

He pulled you in for another kiss, groaning as he pulled you into his lap. You gasped as his hand pulled your mouth, farther into his own as his tongue pushed into your mouth, his other hand rubbing down your back as you tugged his head back by his golden hair.

“G-Guys?” Peeta squeaked, but you didn’t care, neither of you cared enough.

Your hips rut into his as another cannon goes off, a loud moan falling from his lips before you pull away. Your lips were swollen as you kissed his ear, his hand pulling you closer to him.

He holds you close, stroking your head as he sobbed into your shoulder, your mouth pressing kisses into his hair as you look up at Peeta, mouthing ‘thank you’ to him. He inhaled, nodding as he stood and jogged away.

Your hands stroke his hair, kisses being pressed to every curl and whisp of his golden locks as he pulls you as close as he possibly could. “I thought I lost you,” he whispers, sniffling. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.” He pressed a kiss to your stomach before you made him look up at you, smiling down at him.

“Finnick, I’m not going anywhere.”

He inhaled, leaning into your touch as you wiped his eyes. “I love you, Y/N Odair.”

You lean down, kissing his lips again. “I love you, Finnick Odair. From now until the end of time.”

He smiles, head resting on your chest. “And when we meet in our next lifetime.”

Finnick refused to leave you until you made him go into the forest with Katniss. You would be fine with Johanna and Peeta.

When they got in there, though, he heard you. He heard you screaming, from the opposite side of where he had just come from. It didn’t click at first, but you screamed, you screamed his name so loud and wailed, “Finnick! Finnick, help me! Finnick!”

Katniss shakes her head. “Finnick, no. Finnick, stop!”

“Y/N. Y/N! Y/N, where are you?!” He had just lost you, even for a mere few minutes, he was not going to lose you again. You screamed even louder, wailing. 

“Finnick. Finnick! Finnick, help!”

“Y/N. Y/N!”

She goes around him, quickly getting his attention. “Finnick! Finnick, it’s not her! It’s not Y/N, it’s just a jabberjay.”

“How do you think they got that sound?” Finnick asked, eyes burning. “Jabberjays copy.”

A male voice makes Katniss breathe a name, but all Finnick was focused on was you. The birds flew down on them, your voice screaming his name over and over again. Finnick! Finnick help me, why won’t you help me?!

You, on the other hand, heard him. You heard him screaming your name, and you ran into the forest until you heard a new voice, one you could never forget. “Y/N, help me! Help me, they’re hurting me! Help, help me!”

No. No it wasn’t possible, he was dead. He was dead, right?

“Help me! Y/N, please, it hurts! It hurts!”

But maybe it was possible. This was the games after all. “Code? Code! Code, where are you?! Code, baby, where are you?!”

“Code… Code, where have I heard that name before?” Claudius whispers, looking through his papers like he might find something.

“Ah! Code was the alliance that our Princess of Panem had with a young boy from District 3,” Caesar explains as you run through the woods, screaming out for him. “He was murdered by the Career Tributes when she had gone fishing, and screamed out for her help. Afterwards, Y/N killed the eight Career Tributes when the dam exploded and drowned them after capturing them in a skillfully tied net.”

Claudius laughs. “Oh, what a smart girl our princess is!”

“While on her Victory Tour, she praised Code to his family and apologized that she couldn’t save him,” Caesar sniffled dramatically. “Our poor princess did try, for days in fact. She tried to heal him with different herbs and such that she found, but nothing worked,” he stared into the camera. “To Code’s family, I hope you see how much your son impacted our Princess,” he raised his hand to his heart. “And in turn, us.”

The screaming only got louder as you neared Finnick and Katniss, Peeta and Johanna behind you. You saw the birds, jabberjays. All hope that Code was alive dropped in an instant, but as you ran forward, you were blocked by the glass. Finnick and Katniss banged on the force field, their screams mute as you pressed your hands to Finnick’s through the clear area. “Finnick! Finnick, I’m here! I’m here, it’s okay!”

You watched him crumble to the ground, his eyes staring into yours as you banged on the glass. “Stop! Stop this, please!” You screamed out, sobbing as he covers his ears, screaming at all the cameras that focused in on both of you. “Stop this! Stop! What do you want from us, stop!” You wailed, hands slamming into the force field as you pressed your head against Finnick’s. You couldn’t hear him, but you saw his face, you saw how much he was in pain, pain you couldn’t do anything about. “Finnick. Finnick, please! Please, please look at me!”

His eyes squeezed shut as he screamed, trying to block out all the noise, the wailing and sounds of your screams and sobs begging for him to help you even though you were right in front of him. As much as it hurt him physically, it hurt him more mentally, your screaming and the thought of him being unable to help you making him shut down.

You sobbed against the force field until the hour was up, quickly crawling to Finnick’s body as he slowly rocked back and forth. “Finnick. Finnick? Finnick, darling, Finnick.”

He gasps as he looked up at you, red eyes with dark rings underneath making your stomach twist. “Hey, darling,” he fakes a grin as you try to reach for him, his hand quickly blocking you. “I’m okay. I’m okay.”

“Finnick, no, please don’t,” you whisper, eyes filling with tears. He had never rejected touch from you, even when you both fought, and this was a new kind of pain. “Don’t push me away. Please, please don’t push me away.”

“Y/N, I can’t, I can’t,” he whispers, clutching the sides of his head as he groans. “I can’t lose you, I can’t.”

You shook your head. “You won’t. You won’t, Finnick, I’m right here.”

Your hands finally cup his face as Johanna starts to scream at the sky just like you did. “You know, you can’t put everybody in here!” She screams, her ax bouncing along with her body movements as Katniss stares up at her. “What? They can’t hurt me,” she says, clutching her ax. “There’s no one left that I love.”

You exhaled shakily as you pulled Finnick into your neck, stroking his hair. If you could, you would be screaming just like Johanna. The only problem was that you did have people you loved, and even if it was few, they were still people you loved and cared for. Never would you put them in harm's way to scream out words that would do nothing.

Finnick exhaled against your skin, pulling you close as you stroked his hair, kissing at his head. “Don’t go, Y/N. Please.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Finnick. Never.”

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© asterias-record-shop

[ijustreallylikepirates]

DCASE12!!! (I almost forgot to watch the episode today guys, how could I 😭)

-GABBY AND GRETT FRIENDSHIP COMING BACK YIPPEE

-EW YUL SHUT UP LET HER WEAR WHAT SHE WANTS

-“Tommy my boy 🤟” 💀💀💀💀

-Tom you wanna kiss Jake right???

-Grett please listen to Gabby

-GRETT BREAK UP WITH YUL RIGHT NOW PLEASSSE YOU DESERVE BETTER GIRL

-YOU WONT END UP ALONE GO KISS RIYA

-“Gabby shut the fuck up nobody was talking to you 🙄✋” IM SORRY THE WAY HE SAID THAT SO FAST MADE ME LAUGH 💀💀💀💀💀

-Yul you fatass get the salad yourself

-I think Gabby’s hallucination Gabby should shut up

-YEAH GABBY TALK SHIT ABOUT YUL LIKE THAT

-ALEC WITH THE HAND YOU KNOW YOURE GAY

-“working hard or hardly working” 🤓☝️

-bruh Connor says the most cringiest things 💀

-BRO WHEN AIDEN SAID UM IT SOUNDED LIKE HE WAS GONNA SING MR LOVERMAN ANYONE ELSE THINK THAT???

-YUL STAMPING HIS FOOT LOLL THE LITTLE BABY

-RIGHT IN THE BALLS LOL

-OMG ITS SO FUNNY WATCHING EVERYONE FIGHT LIKE CHILDREN LMFAOOO

-BRUH AIDENS SCARED NOISES LOLLL

-“what? 😐🍎”

-Jake and Aiden actually working together what a miracle

-BRUH JAKE DIVE BOMBING YUL LOLLL

-ALECONNOR INTERACTION

-ALEC CONNOR PLEASE KISS

-ALEC AND CONNOR THEYRE ON TOP OF EACH OTHER OMG KISSSSS

-ALEC YOU SHOULDVE INVITED CONNOR TO DINNER BRUHHH

-Derek is sad about Trevor not coming out with them??? He wants him there?????? He wants him so bad

-TOM CHEERING THEM ON FOR BEING LOSERS LOLLL

-ooh now we have a heroes alliance AND a villains alliance interesting

-NOO DEREK COME BACK TREVOR WAS ABOUT TO TELL YOU HIS FEELINGS ☹️☹️☹️

-if Trevor doesn’t tell Derek his feelings he’s going to go insane

-CAMBODIA LOLLLLL

-A TIE WHAT???

-TIEBREAKER YEAHHHH

-aw Trevor sticking his tongue out

-Gabby vs Tom was so intimidating

-I love that they kept their friendship alive

-I’m kinda sad to see Tom go tho

-bruh why are the goodbyes getting so sad now ☹️

-OMG TOMS APOLOGY TO JAKE AWWW

-TOMJAKE KISS RIGHT NOW

-NO KRISTAL AND DEREK KISSING

-NOOO

-EWWWW

-no I feel so bad for Trevor ☹️

ODD NATION CARTOONS STOP WHAT YOURE DOING RIGHT NOW YOURE RUINING MY LIFE

ALECONNOR TOMJAKE TREVEK PLEEEEEEAASSSSEEEEE

I BEG OF YOU

This episode broke me I’m actually gonna cry right now ☹️

ALEC FOR THE WIN GUYS WE GOT THIS

(I’m gonna start working on a new Alenick fanfiction tonight since I’ve been holding off of that for a while but anyways i love yall have a good night or day or whatever)

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part two of season 2, episode 3, “parabatai lost” aka why does Alec suffer so much

18. I think I left off here. speaking of season one, wanted to add these ones as well: (and I also love the idea of the bottom parallel)

because the problems of the past and future will go hand in hand for Alec. I’ll dive more into this in their first date (WHICH IM BLOODY PSYCHED FOR) and will probably repost the gifs

19. ah shit, I guess I better get back to it. I guess she’s back too ugh

20. her facial expressions are still weird to me

21. I don’t know if it’s because I hate the character but they’re still like almost awkward to the point for me

22. I probably just hate the character so much that anything they do irritates the living fuck out of me

23. “something went wrong and he’s in a bad way.”- yeah Jocelyn, all because you were so desperate to find clary that you didn’t care who suffered. I really don’t care if she missed clary or what her reasonings are. anytime jace or clary are in trouble, it always falls to Alec to save the day. the man is tired leave him alone

24. kind of funny to me that Luke starts to care about his pack when they end up dead

25. and yes I’m anti Luke for a lot of reasons. if he’s not pack leader, I’m more inclined to like him but he has made his priorities very clear. the wolves don’t matter to him unless he needs something. almost as toxic and self conceited as Jocelyn is

26. MY FAVORITE FUCKING SHOWDOWN STARTING YOURS TRULY MAGNUS

27. MAGNUS CAME CONQUERED AND LEFT NO FUCKING DUST (and how would Jocelyn help with Alec? YOU ARE PART OF THE REASON HE IS FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE)

28. Jocelyn knows what Alec means to Magnus even if they just got together. the fuck did she expect? shadowhunters and people in general like Jocelyn just take take take until they get what they want. look at clary- it’s partially why she is who she is. Jocelyn doesn’t care about Alec just like how clary doesn’t. it’s what they want in that moment

29. and I love sweet soft Magnus but seeing him go off makes him ten times hotter

30. I get such a thrill for Magnus telling Jocelyn off. the couple that tells people off, judges, takes no prisoners is the couple that stays together ✨ Jocelyn thought Alec was harsh but just you wait, cause a Malec team up will leave you wishing you didn’t exist lmao

shadowhunters use downworlders for their own purposes and then try to act shocked when that downworlder has feelings. just because they have demon blood it doesn’t mean they don’t have feelings. some shadowhunters treat them worse than animals. Jocelyn didn’t have Alec’s well being in mind when she brought the stone to him

31. Magnus just summed up clary jace Jocelyn all in one sentence!!!!! my man ate this scene up (I can’t believe I’m using this slang) and just ended Jocelyn (I know I just used the same gif but the anger and hurt in Magnus’s eyes need to be admired more)

32. and then to top it all off, mags is like BYE BITCH

33. Magnus is so done with this bullshit that he doesn’t shut the door, he’s got to use his magic 🔥

34. Alec should’ve thought harder before he agreed to any of this (no because for real, why can’t they have let him think why jace matters so much)

35. looks like it’s time for some tea and crumpets but mainly tea ☕️

36. I think my fav thing about this is that when aldertree is asking questions, hes thinking yeah I don’t believe a word that comes out of your mouth aldertree:

37. because or course clary will lie and make sure jace comes up on top. while everyone else is like omg jace still lives!!!!!!! can we all admit jace is the reason Alec is in this position in the first place?

38. Jace chose to leave everyone TWICE. so it’s no wonder aldertree doesn’t trust him. he left the shadowhunters and joined Valentine. like why won’t anyone talk about that jace left them all WILLINGLY

39. I also didn’t think aldertree is pure evil. he does extremely questionable things and takes advantage of his power but I don’t think he’s vastly evil. I think he was obviously hurt in the past and he has a very weird way of showing his hurt but I don’t think he’s truly evil. JUST GET THAT MAN IN THERAPY

also me everytime Jocelyn clary jace opens their mouths or exist lmao (so glad soon Jocelyn will be no more!!!!!!!!!)

stopping at 40 because that should be easier to remember but will do more tomorrow 🥹 this is looking like it’s going to be a couple more parts so almost there y’all

[lastbluetardis]

Sacred New Beginnings (21/?)

Summary: James Noble thought he traded away his chance at love and a happy-ever-after when he signed a contract with a record label that turned him into an international celebrity. But a chance meeting in a dive bar may prove him wrong.

Ten x Rose AU

This Chapter: Teen, ~5600 words

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johnnylumic: The gig is up! James Noble’s new bedfellow is finally revealed! [read more]

margaretblaineofficial: Breaking! James Noble and Plain Jane romance is outed! [read more]

henryvanstatten: James Noble is back to female companionship! The cad can’t seem to make up his mind.

         dianagoddardeditor: The offices of CelebriTruth would like to acknowledge James Noble has always been forthcoming regarding his sexual identity and we stand tall with the bisexual sector of the LGBTQA+ community.

               iantojonesofficial: He’s pansexual you dolt

                     nerdynardole: He’s attracted to pans??

               danthemanbartock: “Bisexual sector”?? We’re not a bloody stocks group lmao.

               masterharrysaxon: ew he likes women? lame.

                     missyursofine: ur lame

realvictorkennedy: Sources claim that James Noble’s ex-girlfriend Reinette Poisson of the up and coming film The Fireplace (in theatres January 5) is “happy” if ex is happy. Further comment was declined.

annedroidunit: No news from James Noble himself on this blossoming new romance. Should we be taking this with a grain of salt? Is everyone overreacting? [read more]

courtneywoods: Omg that’s Miss Tyler! No way. How’d she manage to snag James Noble??

         yvonnehartmanhost: This is Yvonne Hartman of London’s Hot Radio Hits. I’d love to chat more with you about Miss Tyler. She’s your schoolteacher? Could I private message you and have a chat?

               courtneywoods: Whoa, really? What’s in it for me?

                     yvonnehartmanhost: We adequately compensate all our sources, don’t you worry dear. Message coming soon.

oOoOo

James can’t sleep. No matter how many sheep he counts, or how thoroughly he cocoons himself in his blankets, he remains frustratingly awake. Beside him, Rose is curled up on her side. With how still and quiet she’s been despite his rustling, James presumes she’s happily lost in her own dreamland.

At least one of us is.

It’s nearly two in the morning when he gives up on the idea of sleep and slips out from beneath the sheets. He pulls on a discarded pair of pants and a soft, faded t-shirt before padding out of the bedroom and towards… Well, nowhere. Where is he to go, exactly? On nights like this when he’s too wound up for rest, he usually blasts music through the house and either runs on his treadmill until he’s about to collapse, or he plays his guitar in the music or living room until he lulls himself into a semi-conscious state.

Neither option is available to him though. Not with Rose in his room upstairs and his mother—who had arrived in the early afternoon just in time to see what had to be his and Rose’s thousandth game of Mario Kart—in the guest room downstairs. He sighs and putters down the steps, his footsteps making only the barest whisper of a sound.

The door to where his mum sleeps is shut, and when he presses his ear to the wood, he hears the familiar droning of her white-noise machine. Ever since he was a small child, his mother needed some sort of sound to fall asleep to. She claims her ever-present tinnitus is too loud if there is nothing else for her ears to focus on.

Satisfied, James moves to the kitchen and flicks on the dim light above the stove. It bathes the room in a muted yellow glow that casts long, alien shadows across the floor and cabinets. He’d always had a touch of insomnia, and when he was a boy, he often woke up in the middle of the night, unable to fall back to sleep. When this happened, he would go to the kitchen and turn on the light above the stove to make all sorts of puppet-creatures, entertaining himself until his mother woke up and scolded him for being awake at such an early hour.

With a small, nostalgic smile, James extends his pointer and middle fingers of his right hand and bounces a shadow bunny across the floor as he makes his way to the fridge. Though he isn’t particularly hungry, he nevertheless pulls out an apple and spends the next ten minutes slowly nibbling on the fruit as he leans against the countertop.

What a mess they’re in. Photos of him and Rose are still going viral, and Donna has received dozens upon dozens of interview requests from a variety of magazines and newspapers. She has denied each and every one of them, even those from the more reputable journals that he normally likes to interview with, claiming that he and Rose would like to be left in peace for the time being until this all blows over.

“He’ll make a statement when he’s ready,” Donna had tweeted, but to no avail; his phone is still blowing up with all sorts of notifications. He has half a mind to deactivate all of his social media and chuck his phone in the Thames for good measure.

His record label called him earlier that afternoon to inform him that they are tightening security around the recording studio and stationing more agents and officers around him and his home. They once again implored him to find a place to live that was more easily securable, as they’d been doing for the past two years as he’d grown exponentially more famous.

Maybe he’s being stupid by being so stubborn, but this is his home, the first place he was able to buy with his own money that he’d made with his own skills and talents. After years of renting grubby little flats and having all of two pieces of furniture and five outfits to his name, he finally has somewhere that’s his. A place where every need is met, and more.

But was every need being met? Wasn't basic safety part of a home?

James groans and chucks his apple core into the bin with slightly more force than necessary and rinses the sticky juice from his hands. He then grabs a bottle of expensive whiskey his label gifted him for his birthday from his liquor cabinet and sulks his way upstairs. His skin is crawling with tension, with the need to do something, anything, to keep this dark cloud from completely engulfing him, from screaming at him that he’s worthless and troublesome and a danger to those he loves.

He ends up in his music room and shuts the door behind him. As long as he isn’t banging on piano keys or beating on his guitar strings as though he needs people from the next city over to hear him, it shouldn’t be that loud, should it?

James grabs his guitar and sinks into his couch. He uncaps the whiskey bottle and glugs down a few swallows. It burns on the way down, but then pleasant warmth blooms through his belly and up his chest. He takes another drink, then balances the open bottle precariously on the sofa cushion beside him.

With how he’s slouched, he can’t really hold his guitar properly, but he makes do as best he can and starts to pluck on the strings in no particular sort of melody. He’s just playing random notes, enjoying the reverberating twang that seems to echo in his very bones.

He remembers the first time he’d held a guitar. He was thirteen and had signed up for after-school music lessons because that was the only activity that had been free. His classmates all awkwardly and clumsily held their instruments as though they were venomous vipers, but not him. The moment he held the ratty old second-hand (or third- or fourth-hand) guitar, it had become an extension of his body. Maybe it was because he was already so gangly that it made it easier for him to hold the instrument or for his fingers to fly across the fretboard to make different notes, but he took to it like a fish to water. 

He’d mastered the keys and chords nearly as fast as his teacher taught him, gulping it all down with relish. Hot Cross Buns had nothing on him, and his teacher matched him stride for stride. She gave him new music to practice, and told him that if he signed up for the school’s orchestra, he would be able to rent a guitar to take home. He’d begged his mother to let him do it, and bless her heart, she scavenged up enough money and had worked out a payment plan with the school to afford the required renter’s fees. (Apparently the school didn’t trust a bunch of stupid teenagers with hundreds of dollars’ worth of equipment… shocking.)

It wasn’t long after joining the orchestra that James asked to be taught the piano. His teacher was more than happy to oblige, and the rest was history.

He wishes his teacher could see him now. Miss Brown. Lovely Miss Brown. She’d passed years ago to complications with a health concern. James was in uni at the time. He hopes that if there is an afterlife, she can see what has become of him and know that it was all down to her that he’s made a name for himself.

James is an hour into the whiskey bottle and mindless strumming when a quiet knock sounds on the door. It opens a heartbeat later, and Rose pokes her head in. Her hair is mussed, there are pillow creases across her cheeks, and she’s got small bits of makeup clumped at the corners of her eyes. She’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

But with that wave of affection comes a pang of guilt. He winces and says, “Sorry, did I wake you?”

Rose shakes her head and stays by the door, ringing her hands in front of herself. She’s wearing one of his t-shirts, which makes him smile. She looks great in his clothes, if he does say so himself.

“No, no I wasn’t really sleeping. Not much, anyways. I felt you get up, and you didn’t come back. I wanted to check on you. Are you all right?”

He shrugs. “Are either of us all right?”

A small, ironic smile quirks up her lips. “No, I suppose not. Right. I’ll just… leave you alone then.”

“No, you don’t have to go,” he blurts, because now that he knows she’s up too, he’s desperate for her company. “Please stay. Have a… have a drink with me.”

He stupidly holds up the whiskey bottle and sloshes it in her direction. “It’s vintage.”

She snorts. “I’ve no idea what that means.”

“Nor do I, but it sounded fancy.” He pats the seat next to him. “Come come.”

She does, and plops down beside him, her bare thigh brushing across his and sending his skin tingling. He takes a swig of whiskey before handing it to her. He slouches into her, taking care to rotate the guitar so the neck of it won’t impale her, and rests his head on her shoulder.

“What does m’lady wish to hear?” he asks, strumming a chord from a song he’d recorded last week.

“Anything. Everything,” she sighs, leaning her cheek onto his hair. They’re seated so intimately that a swell of safety overtakes him. Nothing can get to them in this room. The world can’t see them, can’t touch them. He yearns for that to be true.

“Have you ever played guitar?” he asks suddenly. “You fiddled with my piano a while ago, but what about guitar?”

“Once, ages ago in school. Required music class. Teacher spent two weeks teaching us guitar only for us to forget it once the unit was done.”

He laughs. “Sounds about right. Here.”

James takes the whiskey from her and leans forward to set it on the coffee table, then he passes the instrument to Rose. She looks awkward with it, and so he spends the next few minutes coaxing her arms and fingers into the proper positions. She’s still awkward, but much less so.

“You don’t need to strangle the poor thing,” he drawls, seeing how white the tips of her fingers are on the fret strings. “That’s a good way to get a blister in all of five minutes.”

Rose sticks her tongue out at him, but obliges and loosens her grip around the neck of the guitar.

“Good. Let’s learn a few chords, eh?”

Maybe it’s self-centered of him, but he teaches her a simplified version of five chords he used in one of the songs on his upcoming album. He makes sure the chords she needs to play will keep her pinkie and ring finger in one location so she only needs to keep track of two fingers. Beginners’ tutorial, and all that. He slowly helps her move her fingers along the fret to press down on the correct strings for each of the chords.

“Index and middle fingers on these two strings… then move them here… then there…”

Again and again, he works with her until she masters the chords. Rose catches on quickly, only needing slight promptings to readjust her fingers to the proper places.

“See, you’re practically a pro!” he crows when she successfully strums all five chords in succession, albeit quite slowly.

She rolls her eyes. “Come off it, this is nowhere near as complex as the music you make.”

“Not true,” he argues. “I wrote an entire song using these chords. Let me show you.”

Rose watches him curiously as he takes the instrument from her and angles himself in her direction so she has a clear view of the positionings of his fingers. He strums the notes slowly, echoing what she’d played mere seconds ago, and then steadily picks up the tempo and intensity, plucking away in a pattern that has become so familiar to him by now.

Dun, duh-duh dun, duh-duh dun, duh duh, duh-duh-duh-duh.

Down, up up down, up up down, up down, up-down-up-down.

Music fills the room, and he hums along to the lyrics he knows goes with this melody. The music is achingly gentle and soft to match the tone of the song, which is about the night he and Rose talked out their fight and agreed to start genuinely dating. The night he suspected he had fallen head-over-heels in love with her, and dared to hope she might love him, too.

He plays through the entire song, sans lyrics, too lost in the music to realize he’s gone beyond proving his point and is instead just boasting now. But Rose doesn’t seem to mind. She watches him, entranced, her eyes darting from his hands to his face. There’s an inscrutably beautiful expression on her face, awed and delighted and reverent all at once, which makes him feel like he’s created something secret and sacred that belongs to them alone.

When the song ends, she carefully leans over the guitar, cradles his cheeks in her hands, and kisses him. He sighs into her mouth, closing his eyes and letting her surround him. He sets his guitar to the side, wanting his arms to be full of her and not the wood of the instrument.

She notices his lap is empty, and takes it upon herself to fill the newly-vacated space. He groans at the heat of her around him. Her hands slip from his cheeks to tangle in his hair, scratching and tugging in the way he loves best. He’s melting, all of the black emotions from earlier having long since bled away to instead create room for this brilliant, swelling heat building between them.

There’s nowhere else he’d rather be but here, with her hands in his hair, her mouth on his, her body pressed to his. Chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat. He can feel every point of contact between, like sparks being set alight across his skin.

His dips his hands beneath her shirt—his shirt—to splay across the expanse of her back. Her skin is warm and smooth, so perfectly touchable, and he can’t help but map out the familiar territory as though it’s their first time again. Her lips and tongue tease and play with his, pulling shuddering groans from him as sensation surges through him. Her scent and her taste and her touch, that’s all he’s aware of. The world could be crumbling around them, and he would be none the wiser, nor would he care.

He holds her tightly, digging his fingertips into the skin overtop her spine as he silently pleads for more. There is an unbearable ache deep inside him, and he gasps when Rose aligns their hips to give him friction, kissing him more deeply. His lips are tingling and his body is throbbing with want, but he doesn’t want this moment to end. He wants this to build up forever, for the next second to feel even better than this current second.

She reaches down and fumbles with the hem of his shirt, tugging up, up, up until she’s able to fling it to the floor. He doesn’t get the chance to reciprocate, as she discards her own top just as quickly as his. She’s perfect, so perfect, and he can’t believe she’s his; his chest tightens, overwhelmed with the depth of this emotion he’s never truly felt before.

But then she puts his hands on her breasts and tenderness slips to the sidelines in favor of his building desire. He leans forward, away from her searching mouth to instead latch his lips onto the jut of her collarbone. She shivers in his lap and tightens her grip on his hair, a silent request for him to stay there for a little while. He obliges, kissing and nipping at her chest and neck until the skin has flared crimson. Not enough to leave any lingering evidence, but enough to mark her for the rest of the night.

When he moves away from her neck, Rose hauls his face towards hers to kiss him desperately, finesse long since gone but it still feels fucking amazing. He’s so hard now that he thinks he’s two seconds away from begging to be inside her, and yet he’s glad to stay like this, kissing her and being kissed by her.

“Want you,” she mumbles into his mouth, writhing down on the hard length of him and hissing at stimulation. “Please.”

As if she had to ask. He wraps an arm around her hips and slips his other hand down the front of her knickers. Wet heat radiates around his fingers as he carefully pushes them inside of her.

“Angle’s weird for more,” he murmurs into the side of her neck. “Fingers okay? Don’t wanna let go.”

“Fingers are fuckin’ great,” she rasps, rocking into his hand. “More. Faster.”

He smiles into her skin and picks up the pace. He anchors his arm around her waist, hugging her tightly as his other hand works between her legs, driving her higher and higher. She’s shaking against him, so close now, and he redoubles his efforts. He licks a line up her neck then kisses her right below her ear, where he knows she’s most sensitive, and grins when she softly cries out.

“James…”

He fucking loves when she says his name like this. Like there’s nothing else in her mind other than him.

“Let me see you,” he whispers.

He curls his fingers into her once, twice, three more times before she breaks. She arches, writhing herself into his hand as she trembles around him. She moans through clenched teeth, making every effort to be quiet as she rides out her high.

Expertly, he brings her down, slowing the motions of his fingers and not touching her where he knows she’s too sensitive. She lets out low groans of pleasure as she slumps into him, breathing erratically. She tucks her forehead into his neck.

A moment passes, then two, and he extricates his hand from her pants, surreptitiously wiping it on his own. He’s still achingly hard, but knows his turn will come soon. Right now, he’s happy to have his arms full of Rose.

She’s not, though. When he goes to rest his cheek in her hair, she straightens and gives him a searing, toe-curling kiss. All his patience is suddenly gone. He lets out the most undignified whine as he grabs her arse and grinds up into her. She grins into his mouth, and slowly, so fucking slowly, rubs herself up… and down… and up… until he thinks he’s going to combust right here on the couch.

“Rose,” he rasps. “I need… please… touch me…”

She keeps that infuriatingly steady pace, and part of him is annoyed, but a greater part of him is so fucking aroused and wants her to keep going as she is. She tilts his head back, using her slight height advantage from being in his lap to press him fully into the couch. He’s helpless to do anything but follow her lead, and trust her to take care of him.

“Close your eyes,” she whispers into his ear, blowing softly and sending a violent shudder through him.

He does, letting the blackness envelop him. His pulse is pounding so furiously through his body that he can see it beating behind his eyes. He rubs himself into her again, chasing that delicious friction, desperate for more.

Rose dances her fingers down his chest, scratching through the light dusting of hair on his pecs then down his belly. His muscles jump and quiver at her touch while he ruts up into her. He’s sure he could finish like this, and would be happy to, if not for wondering what Rose wanted to do to him.

Bless her, she doesn’t make him wait any longer. For a moment he’s confused as her weight shifts off his thighs, but then it settles on the cushion beside him. Her hands are at the waistband of his pants, and he wriggles to help her get them halfway down his arse, just enough to free him from the stuffy confines of the fabric.

And then she’s got her mouth on him.

James shudders out a groan and digs his nails into his palms to keep himself from thrusting up into her hot, wet mouth. He’s throbbing in time with his racing heart, and he can’t see anything through his shut eyes, but God he can feel everything. The tease of her tongue, the oh-so careful scrape of her teeth, the pressure as she sucks…

“Oh, fuck,” he croaks, his voice cracking around the word.

She covers his clenched fist, coaxing his fingers to relax, to open. He thinks she wants to hold his hand, but then she takes him by the wrist and moves his hand up until he brushes the silky locks of her hair. He opens his eyes for just a moment, and Christ the sight of her kneeling beside him, her mouth on his cock, her eyes closed in her own enjoyment… it nearly makes him come on the spot.

He holds on though, not really wanting this to end. Once he has his fingers tangled in her hair, he lets his eyes flutter shut again, happy to let his other senses surge into overdrive. He doesn’t guide her movements, knowing she doesn’t like it when men do that; instead, he relishes being able to touch her like this while she gives him the best goddamned blowjob of his goddamned life.

She gets one of her hands into the fray, playing with the base of his cock where her mouth can’t quite reach, then lower to his balls. She rolls them and squeezes them, whiting out his vision and stealing his breath. The pressure in his cock mounts, throbbing and aching in warning.

“Rose,” he gasps. “I’m gonna come.”

“‘Kay,” she mumbles around him, sucking him even harder, and Jesus fucking Christ he’s done.

Heat and electricity sizzles down his spine as he releases into her mouth, moaning and cursing and hissing wordless sounds. Rose strokes him through it, seemingly able to time her upstrokes with each pulse of his cock, heightening this pleasure into something otherworldly. It’s a good thing he’s sitting, because he can’t quite feel his legs and he thinks his knees have been replaced with jelly as he trembles and shudders through his orgasm.

When he’s done, he comes to to the sensation of Rose kissing his shoulder, her arms wrapped loosely around his hips while one of her hands idly strokes his softening cock. He shivers, sated and sleepy and so, so satisfied.

Rose tilts her head up to give him a pleased smile. “Good?”

He doesn’t deign to reply to that, and instead kisses the grin right off her face.

oOoOo

James can’t concentrate, can’t focus as he watches the clock. He and his driver dropped Rose off at her school an hour ago, where police had to set up a barricade to keep reporters away from the building. Rose’s cheeks were scarlet as she saw all of the attention around her place of employment.

“Why do they care this much about me?” she’d murmured, covering her face with her hands.

“Because they care that much about me, and I care about you,” he replied grimly, thunking his head into the back of his seat. “I’m so sorry. This is madness.”

They’d had to slowly inch through the school traffic, showing identification multiple times before Idris made it to the front of the school. Several other teachers were making their way into the building, looking both frustrated and curious about all the ruckus.

“Good luck,” he whispered, not knowing what else to say as Rose braced herself to slip out of the car. “Idris can pick you up again after work. I… I don’t think you should go home yet. You can stay with me again. If you want.”

Rose nodded silently, then drew in a deep breath. Before she opened her car door, she leaned over and kissed him. When they pulled apart, she gave him a heartbreakingly feeble smile and said, “Have a good day, dear.”

He forced his own smile for her sake, but his stomach was in knots. She had a meeting with her superiors that morning, likely demanding to know what the hell was going on. He offered to be there with her, but conceded that she was right in saying he would probably just make it worse.

That’s how he finds himself in the recording studio, sipping at a strong coffee that he doesn’t really taste and watching the clock tick aimlessly by. He asked her to let him know how her meeting went, and surely by now it should be over. It’s almost eight in the morning; the meeting can’t still be going on, can it?

But there’s no word from Rose for another hour. By now, he’s going mental, convinced she came to her senses and realized she needs to break up with him. This theory eventually evolves into some mad lunatic having broken into her school and murdered her like in one of those American crime dramas. He’d sent her a little “Hope you’re okay 💜” text a half hour ago, but the lack of response only cements these insane thoughts into his head.

Finally, at quarter-past nine, his phone lights up with a call from Rose. He answers it immediately.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

There’s nothing but a small sniffle on the other end of the line, and his stomach drops.

“Rose?” he asks, forcing his voice to remain gentle. “What happened?”

Sniffle. “M’on leave. ‘Til after the holidays. Security concern with me bein’ here right now. Can… can someone come get me? I don’t know where to go.”

“We’re on our way,” he promises, taking his phone away from his ear for a few seconds to fire off a text to his driver. “We’ll come pick you up. Are you at the school?”

“Yeah. I started for the bus stop. Wasn’t thinkin’. More photographers saw me. I ran back inside. Everyone’s lookin’ at me like… like I’m an alien.”

“Oh, Rose,” he whispers, his stomach aching for her. Idris pops her head into the office, and he mimes driving as he rushes toward her. “We’ll be there soon, all right? Stay inside. We’ll be there soon.”

He ends the call, and together, he and Idris make for the car.

“Rose?” she asks. “The school?”

“Yeah. Thanks.”

Bless her, Idris doesn’t ask for more details. He’s always liked that about her: she’s willing to listen to him whenever he wants to talk, but will never force him to speak when he’d prefer to stay silent. He’s had other drivers who make small talk, or ask him about whatever latest story about him went viral, but not her. He prays she never decides to quit her job.

Traffic is manageable and they make good time to the school. There are still officers posted around the school, but not quite as many. He can see reporters and photographers lingering at the café across the street, and he finds himself itching to throw hot coffee on all of them.

He takes a deep breath, forcing those awful emotions away. He’s better than that. He’s better than them. Rose doesn’t need him being angry and vengeful right now, she needs him to be steady and comforting. He can do that. He’s the steadiest person in the world…

When they get to the front door, he nearly vaults out of the car to rush into the school, but a pointedly-cleared throat and the clack of the door locks activating stops him.

“Low profile,” Idris reminds him, and he sulks for a moment, but sends Rose a text that he’s here.

She emerges a moment later, pale-faced, with nothing but a laptop bag slung over one shoulder. James opens the door for her, and slides across the empty seat to give her room. The moment she settles herself, Idris takes off again, and he unbuckles his seatbelt to take Rose into his arms. She slumps, defeated, into him, and somehow that’s even worse than tears.

She takes a few minutes to tell him about her meeting, and how ultimately the school couldn’t justify putting their students in danger while she’s facing such sudden and viral recognition.

“How could I argue with that?” Rose sighs, rubbing at her temples as though warding off a headache. “’Cos it’s true. There’re so many unauthorized strangers near the school ’cos of me.”

“Because of stupid journalists,” he corrects, but it falls flat.

“They said they’ll reevaluate over the coming weeks. I might be able to return to work in January, if things have died down a bit.”

James desperately hopes it will, for her sake. He couldn’t bear it if he’s the reason Rose loses her job.

“Surely it’s illegal to sack you because of who you’re dating,” he says.

“I’m not sacked,” she reminds him. “I’m on leave. Really, I should be happy. Gettin’ paid to stay at home…” She looks far from happy, though. “I was about to start some of my favorite books with my kids. Frankenstein. Never Let Me Go. To Kill a Mockingbird. Now someone else gets to do it with them, and all I’ve got to look forward to when I get back is bloody Shakespeare.”

“Not a fan of Shakespeare?” he quips weakly.

“Shakespeare’s fine, but not the way they make us teach it in schools, all boring and textual, when it’s supposed to be a performance to be experienced. I’ve been trying to get the school to sponsor an annual theatre trip for the kids, but of course no one wants to invest in the languages and arts anymore.”

James makes a mental note to change that going forward. Yes, he’s sure his donations to various medical research charities are being put to good use, but how much money can he say he’s donated to music and art and literature? He’s ashamed to admit to himself he doesn’t know. How awful is that, given the arts are how he makes his living.

“I’m sorry.” The words feel hollow, but what more can he say? They’re so weak compared to the ache of sorrow buffeting him. It’s because of him that Rose can’t do the job she likes. Because of him that everyone wants to get a look at her. Because of him that her life has been turned upside down.

So it surprises him when Rose immediately says, “I’m not.” She threads her fingers through his and gives them a squeeze. “This… us… what we have together, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Wouldn’t trade you for the world.”

His throat swells shut, and all he can do is offer a weak smile and kiss her knuckles. It’s only then that he realizes Idris is absently driving through the streets of London, taking the routes she always takes whenever he asks if she can just drive him around for a while to nowhere in particular. Well, he supposes that’s right; he didn’t exactly tell Idris where to take them.

Before he makes an executive decision about their destination, he turns to Rose. “D’you wanna come see the studio?”

“Oh, I don’t want to distract you from your work.”

He waves a hand. “Nonsense. Album’s mostly recorded by now. Just a few more songs to tidy up, then it’s off to production. C’mon. Please? I think it’s “take your girlfriend to work” week.”

He shamelessly pouts, happy to see it trigger a laugh. Then she’s nodding, and they’re off.

He’s like a giddy little boy as he guides Rose into the studio. He gets her all checked in as a Very Important Guest, and apologizes when she has to sign multiple nondisclosure agreements before she’s permitted any farther.

“No unauthorized photos, videos, recordings, et cetera et cetera,” he explains, grimacing. “I’m not the only artist here. But you’ve been pretty social-media-phobic throughout our relationship, so I don’t think we have anything to worry about, eh?”

Rose is unbothered, and soon enough, she’s an official guest of James Noble. He guides her straight into his workspace, where his now-cold coffee and untouched guitar waits for him. Rose takes in the room with awe. He remembers feeling like that when he was first shown this place. It’s a large lounge space with cushy sofas and spacious desks, and half a dozen guitars resting on stands while a glossy grand piano stands proud in a corner by a window that looks out over the city. Adjacent is the recording booth, with well-insulated sound-proofed walls and a variety of microphones hanging from the ceiling. The recording booth alone is about the size his old studio flat had been.

“This is incredible,” Rose gasps, spinning slowly to take it all in.

“I’m very lucky.”

And really, he is. This office building is one of the best in the city. He and other major recording artists have their own dedicated rooms, while most other artists need to schedule appointments to use the other joint spaces. It was only after the major success of his third album that he was promoted to this room. If he ever falls from grace, he’ll be back to the shared studios.

“Have you had breakfast yet?” he asks, opening his phone to the app tied to the lovely little café in the basement of the building. “I’m a bit peckish and want a new coffee.”

“No, I haven’t. Bit too wound up to eat this morning.”

James places an order for a coffee for him and a tea for her, as well as two breakfast sandwiches to be delivered to his office. Within ten minutes, he and Rose are lounging on the couch, enjoying their breakfast in a peaceful silence.

He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous to have Rose here in the studio. It’s not like he hasn’t played for her before. But somehow it’s much more… official.

He licks his fingers of lingering bacon grease then wipes them absently on his jeans before heading to his piano. “I told you about the holiday concert I’m part of in a few weeks. I planned to start rehearsing. Just sort of… putzing around with different carols I might have to sing.”

“Might have to sing?” she asks curiously.

“Yeah, I dunno what I’ll be singing ‘til the time of the show. An online auction will go out in the week leading up to the concert. People can donate a quid to vote on a holiday song for me to perform. They can donate another quid to vote on one of my own songs for me to perform intermittently throughout the show. It’s a charity concert, remember. Gotta get the public involved somehow.”

“Bet you’ll make a killin’ after this weekend’s drama,” she drawls, a small but genuine smirk on her face.

He rolls his eyes. One of the well-meaning higher-ups of his record label told him the same thing. All of his music has been streamed more frequently this past weekend, too. Really, this bit of viral recognition has been great for him professionally; usually that thrills him, but this time it just makes him sick.

“Part of my charm is my near-perfect memory,” he continues. “For my hour of the show, we won’t know the results of the poll ‘til I get on stage and the MC dramatically reveals them. This week I was gonna work on the new album and start practicing Christmas tunes so I don’t make a complete arse of myself on stage. So lay it on me, Rose Tyler—give me something to sing.”

Time flies. No, it soars. For the first time in over forty-eight hours, neither of them is sulky or maudlin; they’re carrying on, goofing around, and singing Christmas carols. James is delighted when Rose joins in, watching in awe as she duets perfectly with him. Her voice is beautiful.

She seems to realize what she’s done, and while her cheeks flare scarlet, she doesn’t stop. He makes an effort not to stare at her, to not make her uncomfortable, but he steals glances at every possible moment. He tries to make her laugh as often as he can too, embellishing his voice to near operatic proportions or giving himself silly little accents as he sings. The one that makes her laugh the hardest is a Southern American twang, and he falls back to it a few times.

Lunchtime comes and goes without them realizing it. They’re left alone for the day, to his relief. Professional courtesy, and all that. God, what an awful world it would be if all of his fellow celebrities were as nosey and gossipy as the paparazzi.

It’s mid-afternoon when he suggests they pack it in for the day. Rose gets up from where she’s sitting cross-legged on the couch, bounds over to him, and throws her arms around him. He catches her, confused but very accepting of this affection, and he holds her tightly.

“Thank you. This morning was… well, kind of awful. But this afternoon was perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

He melts, and buries his nose into the side of her neck, breathing her in. “One day at a time. Baby steps.”

“Baby steps,” she agrees, squeezing him harder and making no move to let go.

He doesn’t mind in the slightest. He rocks them slowly from side to side, rubbing long, slow strokes down her back and enjoying this perfect moment of peace. Everything is quiet. Everything is good.

And James thinks, dreams, dares to hope that maybe, just maybe, they can make this work.

[etherealstar-writes]

I WANNA BE YOURS | LIONESSES X READER | PT 8

pairings: lionesses x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: eight

part one here

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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

stairway y/n, i gotta tell you something very important

the imposter okay? what is it?

stairway

the imposter when and where?

stairway i was thinking a beach wedding this weekend

willybum WOAH WOAH WOAH hell nah gimme a chance

the REAL karate kid i can be a way better girlfriend than all of them y/n

neev no meee!

the imposter as much as i love all these offers you guys don't even know what i look like

elton wdym? we all know what you look like

the imposter well that's not creepy at all i never sent you guys a photo of me wait a second so you guys are stalkers! OMG I KNEW IT!!

elton NO NO NO WE ARE NOT your friend sent us that one time she was on your phone we assumed you knew that

the imposter WAIT WHAT NO I HAD NO CLUE OMG WHAT PHOTO WAS IT?? SHE DELETED IT ON THE CHAT

stairway wait a sec

the imposter WHATT I DONT EVEN REMEMBER THAT THAT IS SO UNFAIR OMG hang on how do you even have that?

earpsy half of them have it saved on their camera roll in favourites

lauren 1 exposed haha

the REAL karate kid shut up

the imposter ..... um okay then that's not scary at all it isn't even a good photo

neev iSnT eVEn a GoOd PhOTo GURLLL shut upppp you're gorgeous i'll marry you instantly

the imposter aw tyyy ily <33

neev

the REAL karate kid NAHH BACK UP RN

stairway

i'm coming for you charles

neev

elton hold on you guys i just realised

the REAL karate kid oh hell no

lotte what could she have possibly thought of now

maya everyone prepare yourselves

elton if pregnant women were to go swimming would they be classified as human submarines bcuz you know they're pregnant

the imposter

earpsy you really have outdone yourself this time

willybum

neev toone how the hell did you even think of that 😭😭

stairway no but she lowkey has a point tho ... they technically are if you think about it

lotte not you too 😭

the imposter ella bae ily but .....

the REAL karate kid i second that

elton

honestly you guys are just jealous jealous of my

meado

lord save me

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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the imposter how are my favourite stalkers doing? y'all have been quiet lately and i haven't been spammed with notifications from this chat it's kinda concerning hope y'all are doing well

lotte i would say enjoy the silence while it lasts lol but i'm doing well thanks! hope you're having a good day too <3

the imposter that's great to hear, and thank you!! xxx

stairway i'm doing good too!

neev i'm doing alright too thanks

elton oi we don't stalk you .... all the time

the imposter hold on okay i'm back

willybum WE'RE NOT STALKING YOU 😭

the imposter

guess this is goodbye my stalkers this has to end 🤝😔

stairway Y/N NOOO

the imposter

just booked myself some karate lessons see you guys on the streets ✌️

neev oh my god 😭

elton that's it i'm never going outside or leaving my house again

willybum nahhh this isn't fair Y/N come backkk

the REAL karate kid y/n my lovee plsss 🥺 i blame ella for all this

elton oi it's not my fault!

stairway it's okay we'll just wait here .... y/n?

neev okay its been half an hour y/n and still not an answer pls answer

the imposter a bit desperate are we, guys? what if i was just peeing?

stairway no of course not

willybum pfft we're not desperate

lotte um if you were peeing for about 30 mins then i would be seriously concerned and would be booking you a doctor's appointment

the imposter yeah yeah whatever you say, my stalkers :)

part nine here

[queenimmadolla]

Okay so im into crochet right and all i can think of is reader being into crochet or knitting and the first time she makes something for Eddie, be it blanket or beanie he absolutely MELTS because omg no one has done this for him before!? Put so much time and effort into something just for him??? Hed use it all the time and brag that HIS y/n made it just for him and i sisuejehehshahah its so cute

this is gonna be mentioned in a future work of mine because I love the idea of reader crocheting and knitting (I wanna dive down that hobby so bad) but he’d definitely cry. maybe not in front of you, though he’ll get watery eyed because that’s a LOT of thought, love and affection put into a gift like that. it’s very intimate and he’s so appreciative of you and whatever it is you’ve made him.

he’d use it ALL THE time. if it’s a beanie? the only time it’s not on his head is when he’s showering or he doesn’t want to get it dirty. a blanket? it’s his favorite and the only one he uses (except during the winter months, he layers blankets then but it’s the first layer he’ll have on him, almost like you’re hugging him beneath the other layers). scarf? constantly around his neck and if anyone dares to touch it, he’ll threaten bodily harm or commit acts of it. but one thing is for sure: every single person who comes in contact with him will know you made him something because he will not shut the fuck up about it or about you. never. he’s gone, he’s completely in love with you.