#you can see why reece's mum said he looked like her when he was in costume as stella

[unreesonable]

The Gents and their mums, who all had non speaking background parts as inmates of HMP Clitclink.

[changingplumbob]

Foster Household: Chapter 9, Part 13

CW: Mental Health Struggles - Guide to content warnings

As soon as school was over Carson sped to the art room where Ariadne had been for the afternoon.

Ariadne: YES!

Scarlett: I knew it

Roger: Hey Carson

Ariadne and Scarlett broke apart and Ariadne turned to him beaming.

Ariadne: All set to go?

Carson: Yep, just need my date?

Ariadne stood giggling and went to follow him out of the room. Looking back Scarlett mouthed for her to text her afterwards and Ariadne nodded.

The pair walked through the centre of town catching up on the day and their classes. When they got to the shop snow began to fall and Carson began to laugh.

Ariadne: What’s so funny

Carson: I guess I'm just wondering if this is our first or second date. I'm a bit nervous

Ariadne: Hey don’t be nervous

She took his hands and Carson felt himself flush.

Ariadne: We’re just going to chat like we’ve done dozens of times via text. It’s in person sure but that’s great, I’m really glad you asked me. How about we say it's our second date, would that make it easier? Less worry?

Carson nodded and smiled.

The pair sat down and talked. Ariadne told Carson more about her life growing up. Since her parents left it was just her and her grandmother. Then of course her grandmother got arrested and she got put in the foster system. She’d bounced around many places but after meeting Alexander and James it felt like she had a place to belong again.

Ariadne: I keep wanting to say, thanks dad, but I’m worried James would have a heart attack

Carson: I’m sure they’d love to hear how you feel

Ariadne: Maybe. I’m worried they’ll just think I’m conning them like my grandmother did to... well... everybody

Carson: We’re more than our family right? We’re individuals

Ariadne: That’s true, we’re us

The afternoon sped along and before Carson knew it it was time to catch the ferry home.

Carson: See you tomorrow. I might be a bit in my head before the exams but-

Ariadne: Take me home at the end of the day then? We can chat when you’re not trying to remember ten dozen answers

Carson: Sounds perfect

Charlie: Don’t be so worried dad, he’s probably just on a date

Harvey: Isn’t he young for a date

Samir: I dated Reece when he was 15

Harvey: Yeah and then you- *eyes widen* oh... Kayleigh and I need to give him the woohoo talk

Charlie: Calm down dad. From the conversation this morning he’s clearly not there yet

Samir: We didn’t woohoo while he was here sir

Harvey: Sure you didn’t

Charlie: Dad, go fish or something. We’ll text when he’s back so you know he's alive

A little after 8 Carson made it back and headed straight for the fridge. Looking around for somewhere to eat he decided the safest bet was Samir, he was bound not to ask him probing questions. As he walked in the lounge Samir nodded his acknowledgement but didn’t stop eating, perfect. Siting on the couch he noticed for the first time how quickly Samir really ate, he’d finished half his plate before Carson had more than a couple of bites.

Reece came in just as he was finishing.

Reece: Hey loser, did you get lucky or what

Carson: *scoffs* None of your business moron, I’m going to my room

As he left and the sounds of guitar floated from his room Samir looked accusingly at Reece.

Reece: What?

Samir: *growls* You said you’d be on good behaviour

Reece: Now now, if I was well behaved all the time there would be no need for your special brand of discipline *kisses cheek* I’ll be a good boy tomorrow. Are you doing okay away from home lover? If you're too stressed we can-

Samir: If you’re with me, I'm more than okay

The next day was bright and sunny! The guests would be heading home while Carson was at school.

Kayleigh: I’m thinking best man, maid of honour, and four others in the wedding party

Samir: Shh, he could hear. Carson, change topics, please

Carson could see Samir was uncomfortable with whatever his mum was saying so figured why not?

Carson: Burgers for breakfast?

Samir: Reece made them

Carson: He’s awake this early?

Kayleigh: We’re taking a family picture before your ferry, you bet I’ve told him he has to be awake by now

*phone beeps*

Carson: Oh it’s a text, sorry

Charlie: How’d your date go then

Carson: Fine I think

Kayleigh: So she’s your girlfriend now? My youngest baby in a relationship?

Carson: I don’t know, is she? Is that how it works?

Charlie: If you’re not sure you should talk about it. You may not want to but trust me, she will. Don’t be an arse who strings her along okay?

Family photo!

Top row left to right: Samir Hadji, Reece Foster, Kayleigh Foster, Harvey Foster, Kaori Nishidake, Charlie Nishidake

Bottom row: Keira Romero, Carson Foster, Marta Romero

And of course we couldn’t say bye for now to guests Reece and Samir without them autonomously kissing like there’s no tomorrow.

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[nhcimaginesgbr]

Right! So someone requested this but I accidentally deleted the prompt so the anon who requested... this prompt is so cute and I love it thanks for it xxxxxx

You were Blake’s younger sister. Because of your age he never really let you go anywhere with him when he was working. He knew what kind of trouble you caused at home and didn’t think bringing a seven year old to interviews and meetings would be a good idea. However, one day you came home from school crying that you missed him and your mum saw no other choice but to bring you to the boys’ interview down in London. Being the baby of the family you always seemed to get what you wanted.

“Mummy I can do it myself.” You tried to push the door open. She helped you push it open and you ran inside, looking around for a familiar face.

“Is that little y/n I see?” Their manager, joe smiled at you.

You shyly grabbed your mum’s hand.

“She wanted to see Blake. She’s been crying about him all day now.” Soulla sighed.

“Well I can take you back to see him. Not a problem.” Joe reaches his hand out. You looked at your mum.

“Go ahead, love. I’ve got to go take this phone call.” She pulled her ringing phone out of her bag. “It’s for work.”

“Come on.” Joe led you back to the green room.

“What the hell, George?!” Reece shouted. “That was my KitKat! Who said you could-“

“Reece, language.” Joe warned.

“Why- oh hello.” His voice softened when he saw you looking at him nervously. “Come on in, y/n.”

Blake’s head snapped up at your name. He grinned and ran over to you, lifting you into his arms. “I missed you, Blakey.” You said.

“Aw i missed you too, love.” He placed you back on your feet. “I didn’t know you were coming. Where’s mummy?”

“She’s on the phone with work. I was really sad I couldn’t see you so she brought me here.” You explained.

“Hi, y/n.” George waved.

“Hi.” You said quietly.

“You want a KitKat?” He handed it to you.

“Thank you.” You took it from him politely.

“Boys you have to come do the interview right now.” Joe said.

“What about y/n? Is my mum back yet?”

“No I wanna stay with you.” You gripped Blake’s sleeve.

“You can’t.” He said. Your eyes glazed over and your bottom lip trembled. “No hey hey it’s okay. Don’t cry you can come with us.” He rushed.

“I don’t care just go to the interview room. You’re already late.” Joe said. Blake held your hand as you walked with them to the room. They sat down and you sat on Blake’s lap.

“Aw I see we have a new member of new hope club here.” The host chuckled.

“This is my sister, y/n.” Blake said.

“It’s nice to meet you, y/n. I’m Stella.” The host smiled. “So boys what are your favourite songs on the album?”

“I like medicine!” You exclaimed. “Medicine is my favourite song.” Everyone burst into laughter.

“She meant us three, not you, y/n.” Blake whispered to you. “The questions aren’t for you.” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“No she can answer too, Blake.” Reece laughed. “It’s cute.”

“Y/n what’s something Blake does at home that’s a bit naughty?” Stella asked.

“He-“

“Y/n don’t say anything rude.” Blake warned.

“No but he never cleans the table after he eats breakfast. And he leaves his clothes in the bathroom all the time on the floor. That’s naughty. He isn’t supposed to do that.”

“Y/n...” he laughed, embarrassed.

“Tell us more. What’s Blake like as a brother?” Stella asked.

“He’s never home.” You frowned. “But! I love him the most and he’s really really nice. He sometimes gives me biscuits and sweets when mummy says no and we play games on the x box too.”

“This is the most I’ve ever heard her talk.” George looked at you in amazement.

“She’s a nightmare at home.” Blake chuckled.

After the interview, your mum was waiting for you. “Blake it’s so good to see you.” She greeted him and the other boys with hugs.

“Hi mum. I missed you a lot.” Blake grinned.

“Right, y/n you need to say goodbye now. We have a train to catch.” She told you.

“No.” You frowned.

“Now please.” She said sternly.

You burst into tears and wrapped your arms around Blake. “I don’t wanna go.”

“Look,” Blake knelt down to your height. “Mummy says you have to leave now. I’ll see you soon. I promise.”

“No. It’ll be ages. I want to stay longer.” You shook your head.

“I’ll give you one last cuddle then it’s time to go.” He gave you a hug. He pulled away and wiped your tears. “I’m going to miss you too but in two months I’ll be home and we can do whatever you want. I’ll take you to the cinema, we can go to the playground, anything.” He told you. “Bye, y/n I love you.”

“Come on let’s go, darling.” Your mum caressed your cheek before saying a final goodbye to her son. The entire train ride back, she couldn’t put a smile on your face, but you still had that KitKat in your pocket. That made you grin. “What are you grinning about little miss sulky?” Mum laughed.

“George gave me chocolate.” You showed her. “See?”

“Ah well you better eat it now before it melts.” She smiled.

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Two separate lives under the same roof (George Smith)

Request: Yes: hi! I loved "falling out of love" Blake imagine! could you please write a angsty George smith fic with the dialogue prompt of "you broke my heart and all you can say is sorry?" if you don't do dialogue prompts that's okay any angst will do :) Pairing: George Smith x reader Summary: It’s all in the request!! Warnings: Nothing except for this isn’t proof read so there might be some mistakes in it Word count: 3.4K A/N: Are you ready to get your heart broken??? This is some good angst wow!! I loved writing this, thank you so much for requesting this! Also can I add we all know George is one hella softie we love him. I loved a dialogue prompt, so if you have any dialogue prompt requests in mind, feel free to send them in. I might create my own dialogue prompt list, that could turn out cool :) Enjoy reading!!

 Something is going on. And you don’t know what. What you do know, is that George is ignoring you. He got home a week ago, after touring the world again. Usually, the two of you never stop talking when he comes home. But this time something is different. And you can’t seem to figure out what. The long conversations at night have faded away. He doesn’t hold you when you’re asleep. Instead, his back is facing you. The mornings are quiet. He used to sing to you when he was making breakfast. Now, you just eat in silence. Most of the days George is away. Hanging out with friends, he’d say. 

But if you called Blake or Reece, they never knew where he was. The hours he’s home, he tries his best not to be in the same room as you. He tries his best only to speak to you if it’s absolutely necessary. And every time you try to talk to him, George just shrugs, telling you there’s nothing going on. But there is. And it hurts to see him being so distant. Clearly there’s something bothering him, and he doesn’t want to tell you. You’ve been trying different ways to try to get George to open up. But so far, no success. You talked to everyone you know to ask for advice. It always ends with them telling you to just talk to him. But how can you talk to George when he clearly doesn’t want to talk to you, or even see you?

It’s another quiet morning. You’re drinking coffee, George is drinking tea. The two of you sit at the kitchen table. The only thing you’ve said to each other is a rather stiff “Morning”. You look at George, who is looking at something on his phone. His eyebrows are slightly frowned, and his blue eyes keep looking at the screen of his phone. You let your eyes wander across him. His lips are parted and his elbow rests on the table. One hand is holding his phone, the other is in his hair. The blonde locks are curled around his fingers. You used to wake him up by tangling your fingers in his hair, but these days you’re scared he might pull away. You wonder where it all went wrong. Basically since he came home. When he was away and you called, George seemed his happy self, excited to see you. You didn’t realize you’re still looking at him when his eyes suddenly look into yours.

‘Problem?’ he says. His voice sounds harsh and you’re not used to it. The blue eyes aren’t as soft and beautiful as they normally are when George looks at you. They’re cold and intimidating. ‘I was just wondering if you are okay.’ you admit. George sighs deeply and drinks the last bit of his tea. He gets up to put his mug in the sink and you realize you’ve had enough. ‘George. Enough with all of this.’ you say and you turn around in your chair so you can look at him. He turns around as well and crosses his arms. ‘Enough of what?’ he says and he raises his eyebrows. You don’t like where this is going, but you have to know what’s going on in his head. 

‘You’re distant. Something’s off, I can tell. And I can tell you’re upset or mad about something and I think I deserve to know why.’ you say and you get up. George’s whole body is tense and you can tell he’s getting angry. ‘I don’t think you deserve anything at all.’ he says and your mouth falls open. ‘I beg your pardon?’ you say with a surprised look on your face. ‘I’m tired of you always checking in on me. You’re always looking at me and paying attention to every little thing I do. Just leave me alone, will you?’ says George and he turns around to leave the kitchen.

‘Well I’m sorry I care about you!’ you say loudly. George stops and turns around once again to face you. ‘George, it’s obvious something is bothering you. And I happen to care an awful lot about you. So I suggest you tell me about it. Because I am tired of us living two separate lives while we live under the same roof.’ you say. George clenches his jaw and walks up to you. You have to admit it’s a bit intimidating to see George like this. You prepare yourself for any yelling but he simply reaches for his keys on the table.

‘I’m going to hang out with friends.’ he says with his face close to yours. It’s the closest you’ve been to him since he got home, but it’s nothing like you expected. It’s nothing like the sweet and loving gesture you expected. There are no sweet kisses, no holding each other. Instead, George looks at you for a few moments before turning around and leaving the apartment, slamming the door shut.

You wait for a few moments before you let out a shaky breath. You were right. Something’s bothering George. But he doesn’t want to talk about it just yet. A few tears roll down your cheek as you stand in the kitchen. George never got mad. He never looked at you in an angry way. He never raised his voice at you. It scared you. There must have been something that went awfully wrong. You decide to wait a few more days before you try to talk to George again. If you give it some time, his anger might fade. 

George didn’t come home until you were already asleep. When you wake up the next morning, he’s not lying next to you. He must have stayed over at a friend’s place or at his parents’ place. But your heart breaks when you find George sleeping on the couch. Whatever’s going on caused him to prefer sleeping on the couch than next to you. And yet all you could do was wonder what that something was. You turn your head away from him as you head into the kitchen for breakfast. After a few minutes, you hear footsteps approaching and you see George. 

You smile at him but he doesn’t return the smile. Instead, he just nods at you. You sigh as you finish preparing breakfast. The two of you eat in silence again as George looks at his phone. You try to start a conversation but all you get is cold looks and occasionally a one word answer. After a few attempts you give up and finish your breakfast in silence. It goes on like that for another week. George leaves the apartment and doesn’t return until you’re asleep. You eat breakfast in silence and he leaves again. He’s been sleeping on the couch. And any time you try to get George to open up, he does the exact opposite.

One day George goes off to friends again. Or at least, that’s what he tells you. But when you wake up the next morning, he’s not asleep on the couch. You frown, because no matter what he always came home. There had been days of silence between the two of you, but you always woke to find him on the couch. You let it rest for a while, hoping he walks through the door. But at the end of the day, there’s still no sign of George. 

The next morning he’s still not home. He doesn’t return your texts or calls and you start to worry. Did he leave you? Did something happen to him? Eventually you grab your keys, deciding to go see if George is at Reece’s or Blake’s place. When you arrive at Reece’s place, his mum opens the door to tell you Reece went to hang out with Blake. You thank her and head for Blake’s place. Abbie opens the door and she happily invites you in. You enter the living room and thankfully, you see a familiar head of blonde locks. You let out a sigh of relief as you look at him.

‘George, there you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I tried calling you and you weren’t answering your phone. When are you coming home?’ you ask. George’s eyes meet yours and it’s still the same cold look. ‘When am I coming home?’ he asks and you give him a confused look. ‘Well, yeah, I know we’ve been a little distant lately, but I don’t get why you would leave. I mean, it’s a pretty big apartment and it’s kind of empty without you in it.’ you admit. George stands up.

‘Stop it, will you?’ he says loudly as he steps closer to you. Blake and Reece seem to want to interrupt but you are the first to talk. ‘Excuse me?’ you say. ‘I am sick of you playing innocent! Oh, George, tell me what’s going on, George, please talk to me, I can’t stand any of it!’ yells George at you. ‘I know, Y/N, I’ve known for a while now! It started when we were on tour and I don’t think it has stopped. There’s pictures all over the internet and they look pretty real to me.’ ‘George.’ you say, trying to remain calm. ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about.’

‘I’ll show you.’ says George and he pulls out his phone. A few seconds later he walks up to you and shoves his phone into your face. You take it from him and take a look at the photos. It’s you having lunch and walking at a park. You look up at George.

‘And what do these photos prove?’ you say, having no idea what he’s talking about. George points at the screen at someone standing next to you. ‘Him. I can’t believe you have been seeing someone else behind my back! And then you suddenly don’t know anything, and it’s all my fault. The least you could do is tell me and be honest with me! It would have saved me some pain!’ yells George at you. You smack his phone against his chest. You feel yourself getting angrier every second.

‘That is Dean. He is my cousin. He spent half the year in Asia travelling and he just got back. We hadn’t seen each other in a very long time so we decided to catch up over lunch. And after that, we walked around the park and talked some more.’ you say very slowly, every word being drenched with anger. You chuckle and take a step back. How could George ever assume you were in love with someone else? It truly broke you heart.

‘It’s good to know you think I could ever cheat on you. George, do you really think I have it in me to fall in love with someone else? To give my heart away when it clearly belongs to you? To have a secret relationship behind your back? When I told you that you are my one and only and that I love you and only you, I meant it.’ you say and tears start to stream down your cheeks. Did he really think that bad of you? You see the shocked look on George’s face as he realizes what he has done.

‘Y/N, I’m sorry, I just thought that-‘ ‘You clearly didn’t think.’ you interrupt him. ‘Because the George that I used to know doesn’t doubt me. He loves me. He trusts me. But I guess that version of you is gone now, isn’t it?’ George steps closer and reaches for your hand but you pull away. ‘Love, please, let me talk.’ he says. ‘For days you didn’t talk to me. And it broke me. How about I give you a taste of what that feels like?’ you say and you turn around and walk toward the front door. George follows you and tries to stop you, but you ignore him and get in your car. Without saying another word, you drive off.

Once you get to your apartment, you get a suitcase and throw in some clothes. You text Reece, saying you’re staying with him for as long as you need. You also text him not to tell George where you are. When you arrive at Reece’s place, you find him already there. He must have left Blake’s place shortly after you did. It took you one look at Reece before collapsing into his arms, letting out all the tears. Reece holds you as you soak his shirt with your tears. Once you’re calm again, you pull away from Reece and take a deep breath. 

‘Sorry.’ you mumble and you wipe the tears off your cheeks. ‘It’s okay. You can stay here for as long as you want. I just want to ask you if you’re willing to give George another chance.’ says Reece. You look up at him. ‘If you’re already picking his side-‘ ‘I’m not picking anyone’s side.’ Reece assures you. ‘I just need to know if this is you two hitting rock bottom or if it’s the end of your relationship. I don’t intent on losing one best friend and having another one broken.’ ‘I don’t know, to be honest.’ you admit. ‘I need time to think.’ ‘That’s okay. I won’t tell George you’re here. You can stay in the guestroom. I’ll tell my parents why you’re here. Just make sure you figure out what is going on and if you’re willing to fix it or not.’ says Reece and he takes your bags. ‘Thank you.’ you say and you sit down on the couch. 

A couple days pass by and all you do is think. Reece occasionally asks you about George, but your answers are short and always the same. Almost a week has passed as you hear a soft knock on the door of your room. ‘Come in.’ you say. The door opens to reveal Reece and Blake. ‘Hey.’ says Reece softly. ‘How are doing?’ ‘Great.’ you say. Your two best friends know that’s a lie, but they also know it’s best if they don’t ask any more questions. ‘Listen, George has asked if he can stay at my place.’ says Blake. ‘He says he’s lonely without you. Says he misses you.’ ‘Yeah, well, then he knows how I’ve been feeling for the past weeks.’ you say sadly. ‘I think I’ll go back to the apartment.’ The faces of Reece and Blake light up. ‘You’re going to talk to George?’ says Blake. ‘No. I’m going to sleep in my own bed and George is going to stay at your place. I’m not talking to him.’ you say and Reece sighs. ‘What?’ you say. ‘Y/N, you’re my best friend. George is my best friend. I hate to see the two of you like this. You two are in love, you’re made for each other. And I can’t stand to see you apart. Please, go talk to him.’ says Reece. ‘I will talk to him. But not now.’ you say. You begin to put all your stuff in your suitcase and Reece drops you off at your apartment. You thank him for letting you stay at his place and Reece leaves.

As you already thought, the apartment is a mess. You spend the remaining time of the day cleaning. You find sweaters of George all over the place. Normally, you’d pick one and put it on, but you can’t bring yourself to even look at it. You fold his clothes and put them in the closet. As you let yourself fall on the couch, you turn on the TV, hoping it will take your mind off George. And as expected, the first thing you see is a romantic comedy. 

You roll your eyes and open Netflix, deciding to watch anything that has no romantic scenes in it. You pick an action movie and try to concentrate on the screen, but your mind keeps asking about George. You really didn’t get how it could have gotten this far. You loved George. And he thought you cheated on him. You forget all about the movie as you’re drowning in your own thoughts. However, a knock on your door causes you to look up. You see the movie had already ended and showed the end credits on the screen. You turn the TV off and walk to the door. You open it and see Reece and Blake.

‘Oh, hi guys.’ you say. ‘Come in.’ you step aside so they can enter the apartment but once they do, you notice someone else standing behind them. George. ‘Not you.’ you say. George opens his mouth to say something but you point to the door. ‘Out. I don’t want to see you.’ you say. ‘Y/N, please, let me explain, I’m sorry!’ says George quickly. You look at him full of disbelief.

‘You broke my heart and all you can say is sorry?’ you say. Before you can say anything else, Blake steps in between you and George. ‘Yes, Y/N, George is sorry. We came here because you and George need to talk. We figured it would be best if Reece and I would be there as well.’ says Blake. ‘I owe you an explanation and an apology, Y/N.’ says George and you look at him. The cold look in his eyes is finally gone. But it has been replaced with something even worse. You can tell he cried. His eyes are still a bit red because of it. 

‘That you do.’ you say and you walk toward the couch, the boys follow you. You sit down and look at George, waiting for him to start talking. ‘Y/N, those photos of you and Dean started appearing when I was on tour. I had been away for so long and you were all alone. I started to wonder if you had run into a nice guy, and, well, I wasn’t there was I? So I thought you might have forgotten about me. I tried not to think about it but I kept seeing those photos everywhere. And to be honest, it broke my heart. Because I love you. So much. And I didn’t know what I would do without you. And when I came home, I still thought you were seeing someone else behind my back. And you didn’t say anything about it and it hurt. But I guess I should have just talked to you about it. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you, Y/N. I really do love you, and I care about you. And I hope I didn’t mess up so bad we can’t fix it.’ George tells you. You look at him. His fingers are playing with the fabric of his shirt and his eyes don’t meet yours. He’s nervous, you can tell. 

‘I could forget about you, George.’ you say softly and he finally looks up at you. ‘Really?’ he says hopefully. You pull the collar of your shirt away to reveal a string of silver around your neck. It’s the necklace George got you for your first anniversary. ‘When you gave me this, I promised to never take it off. And no matter what happens, I will keep that promise.’ you say. George smiles at you. You smile back at him, realizing how much you’ve missed him. ‘But I do need you to understand that you really hurt me. And I’m going to need some time to fully get that trust back. But I’ll do my best.’ you say. George nods. He gets up and opens his arms, giving you a small smile. You get up and gladly accept his hug. You wrap your arms around him and close your eyes. George buries his face in your neck. 

‘I love you.’ you mumble and George presses a kiss to the skin on your neck. ‘Now, can we finally go and do something fun? Get pizza or anything? I got tired of hanging out with either a sad Y/N or a sad George.’ says Blake’s voice and you laugh and remove you head from George’s chest. You look up at George and he smiles as he looks down at you. ‘We’ll be okay.’ he whispers softly. You stand on your toes and press a soft kiss to his lips. George was right. You’ll be okay. You needed some time and you needed to talk more, but you’ll be okay.

 A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Jo

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Queen of Hearts - Chapter 13

Thirty-year-old Rose Tyler’s matchmaking business is doing very well indeed, bringing her clients such as celebrities, athletes, and the now-happily-married son of the mayor.  All of which brings her to her newest client - one whose royal rank is a far cry above her own title as Queen of Hearts.

Ian, King of Gallifrey, calls off his wedding four weeks before the happy day as he realizes he can’t spend another minute of his life with his betrothed.  The catch - he must take a wife before his Coronation, only a month away.  In desperation, his sister and aunt conspire to find him is happy ever after - and it’s going to take a master matchmaker to do it.

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Based on the Hallmark Movie ‘Royal Matchmaker’.  Chapters will be posted every Sunday.

As always, beta’d by the wonderful @stupidsatsuma​!  @doctorroseprompts

Masterlist  |  AO3

Apologies for the delay; I was away, and as soon as I got back came down with a cold :(

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Tuesday, April 23rd

Tuesday found Rose antsy and miserable.  They’d gotten confirmation from Sarah Jane the previous evening that Reinette had accepted the proposal, leaving Rose slightly nauseous and depressed.  She kept trying to remind herself that this meant she’d succeeded, she’d pulled off the greatest match of her career, that she could keep her business and her flat and her reputation and not have to live with her Mum.

It didn’t help.

With nothing to do, she and Mel were entertaining themselves in the main room of their suite, Mel on the couch with her laptop as Rose sat near the roaring fireplace, watching the normally-amusing expressions her friend was making at the screen.

“What’re you doing?”

“Words with Friends.  Bloody Ace just played ‘oxyphenbutazone’.  How does she even know what that is?!”

“Beats the hell out of me.  What is it?”

Mel scowled at her screen, muttering under her breath for a moment before replying, “A medication- an NSAID.  I’m telling you, she’s cheating!”

“Then stop playing with her,” Rose offered for at least the dozenth time, shaking her head at her friends’ stubbornness.  “That’s why I did- she’s impossible to win against.”

“Nothing is impossible.  Ugh.  How can I possibly use Q, J, K, M, or G?  Argh!”

Feeling restless and unsettled, Rose unfolded herself from the chair and moved towards the door.  “I’m going to go into town- do you want anything?”

“Vowels!”

Sighing and shaking her head at Mel’s focus, she grabbed her jacket and purse from beside the door and stepped out into the hall, almost running into the Princess.  “Oh!  Your Highness, I’m sorry,” Rose yelped, dipping into a wobbly curtsey.  “I didn’t see you.”

“It’s fine,” the redhead smiled wanly, glancing her over.  “Going out?”

“Um, yes, I was going into town- unless there’s something I can do for you?”  Please say no, please say no.

The Princess grimaced, but only said, “If you stop by the Bakery, I recommend you try the shortbread – it’s like your Millionaire’s shortbread, only it’s peanut butter instead of caramel.  Tastes like shortbread wrapped in a Reece’s cup.  It’s to die for.”

“I’ll be sure to,” Rose chirped, making a mental note to bring some back for her.  “Thank you for the suggestion!”

With a nod the Princess swept off, and bundling her jacket tighter around her, Rose started down the stairs.

“Oh!  D’you need something, Miss?”

Bill, their designated driver-slash-gopher hurried forward to meet her just before she made it out the doors.  She was a helpful, bubbly young woman whose company and chatter Rose enjoyed – usually.

“I was just going to walk into town.  D’you think it’s too far?” Rose asked, biting her lip.  It hadn’t seemed so driving in, but she also didn’t want to get stuck halfway down.  That would probably be enough to set her off into a total meltdown.

The younger girl tilted her head in thought, then shrugged.  “No.  But if you want me to pick you up when you’re finished just give me a call.”

“Will do, thanks.”

Rose stepped out into the cool spring morning, biting wind whipping at her hair and clothes.

It made it easy to pretend the tears were from her eyes watering.

-

Rose huddled inside her coat, wandering up and down the main street staring into shop windows.  For being the capital, Arcadia still had that small-town feel – all charming cafes and shops, no obvious chain brands.  Even after three weeks she couldn’t get over how friendly everyone was, greeting her with bright good morning!s as they opened their doors and displayed their wares.

I could get used to this.  Rose had always considered herself a city girl, growing up in London, but something about the peacefulness of a place where everyone knew everyone tugged at her heartstrings.  God, maybe I am getting old.  Heaven help me if I turn into my mother.

The most delicious and mouthwatering aroma she’d ever smelled hit her like a ton of bricks, and she stopped dead in the middle of the sidewalk to close her eyes and inhale.  She followed her nose into the bakery, hungry eyes taking in row upon row of incredible-looking treats in the case.

“Hello, love,” the woman behind the counter laughed, as Rose nearly flattened herself against the glass.  “See something you like?”

“All of it,” Rose answered breathlessly, bending down to see better.  “Oh, these are lovely.”

“Thank you, dear.”

The woman let her drool in peace for a few minutes as she carefully examined each item, before finally prompting, “Did you want to try something?”

“Um…”  The Princess’s words from earlier flashed through Rose’s mind, and she wrinkled her nose.  “I was told to try something that was shortbread and peanut butter, maybe?”

“Ah, I thought you were from the Palace,” she laughed.  “Donna send you round?”

Rose shrugged, cheeks pinkening.  “That obvious?”

Susan, or so her name tag said, pulled out a bag and started to fill it with the dark squares.  “I’ve seen you around with Ian,” she shrugged, “and their love of these is legendary.  I swear they buy half of every batch I make, between the two of them.”

Fumbling with her money, Rose could only nod, though she wondered at the casual use of the royal’s names while trying to ignore the ache in her chest.

“We’re cousins,” Susan said, as if reading her mind.  “Sarah, their mum, and mine were all sisters.  I moved here when Sarah did, opened the bakery.  Not a drop of royal blood in me, but still family.”

“D’you see each other a lot?”

“Few times a month.  One or the other’ll stop in – too often and it gets to be a madhouse in here.  I go to dinner at Donna’s once a month, that’s enough for me.  I’m perfectly happy to be anonymous, though it never hurts when their photo is taken eating one of my treats,” Susan winked, handing over a bag stuffed with the treat.  “Your money’s no good here, the Palace has a tab.  Better scarf’em down before you get back, those two’ll eat them all given a chance.  It’s a good way to bribe either, if you ever need it.”

Rose accepted the bag, sticking a tenner in the tip jar with a smile.  “Thanks, but I’ll be gone after the Coronation, so don’t overbake,” she said, trying for amused.  Don’t cry, don’t cry, Do. Not. Cry.

“What?  I don’t- aren’t you going to be queen?”

She nearly dropped the bag in surprise, inhaling sharply at the stab the shopkeeper’s words sent through her heart.  “What?  No!  No, I- I’m… I’m a matchmaker, they hired me to find the queen.  I’m not- I mean- I’m hardly queen material!”  Which was half the problem.

“Oh.”  Susan’s brow furrowed for a moment before smoothing over, an apologetic smile on her face.  “Sorry, I must have misunderstood.  I thought you were- well, never mind.”

“It’s okay.”  Rose checked her watch, and gave a smile too bright to be true.  “Sorry, I’m running a bit behind schedule, but it was lovely to meet you!”

“You too,” Susan called, but she was already hurrying out the door, tears pricking at her eyes once again.

Stop it, she told herself firmly, starting back towards the road to the palace.  You’re a matchmaker.  He’s a king.  Just because they call you Queen of Hearts doesn’t make you suitable for actual royalty.

-

Ian wandered through the palace, hands buried in his pockets.  He hadn’t seen Rose in days, mostly by design, in the vain hope that the old adage out of sight, out of mind would hold true.

So far, it hadn’t worked.  It just made him want to see her more.

The sound of activity coming from the guest wing made him pause, frowning as he searched his memory.  The next occupants of the wing would be visiting dignitaries and royals who were coming for the wedding/coronation, but the earliest scheduled arrival was Thursday afternoon – so why was anyone back there two days before that?

Easing the door to the wing open, he crept along the hall, feeling ridiculous sneaking through his own palace.  The door to the first suite was open, and seemed to be the source of the noise.  Poking his head in, he found two women and several servants – one of the women was Sarah, directing the servants with the luggage, and the other was a fifty-something blonde dressed in blue jeans, a pink top, and a denim jacket in a slightly different shade from the jeans.

“Thank you for coming early,” his aunt was saying, “and I hope you don’t mind we’d like to keep you secret until tomorrow.  There are so many moving parts, and if we play our cards right, Ian will-”

The door creaked, making Ian wince and catching the women’s attention.

“Your Majesty!” Sarah’s eyes went wide, dropping into a curtsey at the same time as the servants, the unknown blonde following suit a few seconds later.

Something about the woman was familiar, as if they had met once upon a time, and he wracked his brain trying to remember.

“Hello,” he stepped into the room, glaring at the door for giving him away and costing him the chance to hear what he was supposed to do.

“Sir, this is… an old friend of mine from London,” Sarah said brightly, eyes darting between him and the woman.  “Jackie.  Jackie, this is His Majesty King Ian.”

“Pleasure,” the woman, Jackie, dipped into another wobbly curtsey.

Ian nodded, distracted, as he tried to figure out how he might know her.  “Yes, of course.  Are you here for the festivities?”

The two women exchanged glances.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” she said, though the upwards lilt of her voice made it sound like a question.

Gazing between the two, he distinctly felt as if he was missing something.  “What’s going on?  Why is she a secret?”

Sarah’s blank expression for the two seconds it took her to come up with a lie were telling.  “Oh!  She… is a reporter as well, here to cover the wedding, coronation, et cetera, but since no one else is here yet I thought it best to keep her under wraps!”

Jackie nodded eagerly in agreement, and though Ian arched an eyebrow, he decided to let them keep their secret.

Not like it changes anything.

“All right.  I’d best be off,” he jerked his thumb over his shoulder, leaving the room possibly more confused than he entered it.

Sarah, what the hell are you up to?

­-

He decided to try down by the lake, opening the door to the patio and running right into the object of his distraction.

“Oh!” They both yelped, Ian grabbing her by instinct in an effort to keep her upright.  They both managed to stay on their feet, Rose’s shocked gaze staring up at his own openmouthed expression.

His eyes dropped to her lips, going slightly wide when she instinctively licked them, and when he returned to her own eyes, she was staring at his lips.

Hope flared in his chest, brilliant and wondrous, and he couldn’t have stopped himself for anything in the world as his head dipped, moving closer to her own to give her a chance to pull away.

Her hands were still fisted in his shirt where she had grabbed to keep from falling, and his treacherous brain tried to convince him she was pulling him closer.

Heart hammering in his throat, close enough for her breath to puff against his lips, he brushed his lips over hers once, twice, and when she didn’t pull away, instead almost seemed to move closer, he surged forward to press them together in truth – only to feel air, and a moment later, he landed on his ass on the polished floor.

“What?”  Dazed, he found himself sprawled over Rose, who was blushing and giggling.

“My shoe slipped,” she said, apology and explanation, her tongue peeking out from between her teeth and wiping every thought from his mind.  “Sorry.”

“Are you all right?”  Belated realizing he was still pressed against her, and that he never wanted to move except closer, he reluctantly pushed himself up, offering her a hand and pulling her into his arms when she accepted.

“Hello,” she whispered, looking up at him from beneath her eyelashes, and his breath caught at her beauty.  Windswept, and dressed more casually than he had ever seen her, she was stunning.  He wanted to kiss her.  He wanted to sweep her in his arms and take her to bed.  He wanted to find the Archbishop and have him marry them as they were.  He wanted- her.

Marry me.  Be mine.  Let’s run away together.  All hovered on the tip of his tongue, but then he remembered that she was engaged, that she had to go home and plan a wedding to someone else.  Even if an attraction existed, he had no right to tear her away from a man she loved.

It’s just an infatuation.  It will fade with time, he tried to convince himself, regretfully letting her go and stepping back.

“Are you hurt?”

Physically she appeared fine, though her falling expression suggested her feelings were not.  I’m sorry, sweetheart.

"No, thank you,” she said stiffly, crossing her arms and causing the bag she held to crinkle.  “Oh!”  Opening it up, she held the bag out to him.  “I met your cousin,” she said, somewhat unnecessarily as the scent of shortbread, peanut butter, and chocolate wafted up.  “Would you like one?”

I’d like you.  “Yes, thank you.”  Unable to have what he really wanted, he accepted a square.  “I hope she made you put it on the Palace tab.”

“She did,” Rose confirmed, closing the bag again and keeping her head down.  “I heard… that Reinette accepted,” she continued quietly. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”  The treat, one of his favorites, turned to ash in his mouth.

After a moment of awkward silence, Rose curtseyed slightly.  “If you’ll excuse me, I need to…”  Not bothering to finish the thought she fled, ducking her head and hurrying away as he tried to process what had just happened.

Was she crying?

[heyitsshyla]

The only girl in a family of boys

I’m crying out for my mum, shaking with fear as my dad raises his muscular hands to hit my soft, smooth, pretty baby face now streaming with tears, before I know it, my brother is Infront of me, taking the hit without a scream or a grunt. My names Olivia and I’m literally the only girl in a family of boys. My mother died when I was born, so I grew up with my 3 brothers and my dad who never remarried. when I was fourteen, my dad had a talk to my brothers when I went to bed, but I didn’t sleep, I snuck out of my big room like a sly fox and stayed on the stairs, listening to their conversation. “I think it’s time we let liv go to school.” Started my dad.

“That’s a good idea dad, but she’s going into High school. Who will look after her if she gets into a pickle? I finished 12 years ago when I was 18.” Replied Jason my oldest brother who is 30.

“Jason, she’ll be fine. Plus, she will say something or do something smart to get out of the situation.” Explained Lewis who’s a twin with my other brother Reece.

Instead of listening to the rest of the conversation, I went to bed. In the morning, everyone was sitting at the table looking like they were waiting for something. “What are you guys all waiting for?” I yawned tossing my light ash blonde hair from my sleepy face so I could see properly.

They all looked at me. “We need to talk to you Olivia.” Said dad pulling out a chair for me to sit in.

I sat down and pushed myself in. “What about? If it’s my studies than I’m keeping them up.”

“No liv. The boys and I had a chat last night.”

Yeah, I know, I was listening I thought to myself                                

“And we all agreed you should start school at a proper school.”

I gasped and smiled a bright smile. “What high school will I go to?”

“My high school I work at so I can keep an eye on you.” Jason explained putting my new school clothes in front of me.

I know why my dad and Jason decided that I should go to pulse high school, Jason is protective of me. He has ever since dad went on an alcoholic addiction faze after my mum’s death, he just felt like it was his job to protect me from dads’ punches and kicks. Jason was 16 at the time, he had no clue how to look after a 6-month-old baby who was matured enough already, but he did a good job. I guess he just felt like he needed to protect me his whole life, even after he dies.

“I managed to convince the principle to let you start school tomorrow.” Continued Jason.

I hugged all my family and took the school clothes upstairs to my room. The next day I woke up nice and early. I got dressed and tied up my curly, light ash blonde hair up in a ponytail. Walking down the stairs, I tripped, closing my eyes ready for impact, but I was caught by two strong, warm hands catching me. I opened my electric blue eyes to see a handsome guy with brown hair and deep brown eyes. “Are you okay? That was a bit of a fall.”  Asked the guy

“I’m fine.” I stated pushing past him.

I walked into the kitchen were everybody was, except Jason who had already gone to work. “Who’s that?” I wondered grabbing the cereal.

“That’s Tyler. He’s in year 10 at school.” Explained Reece pouring milk into our bowls.

“How do you know who he is if you’ve never been to Jason’s school?”

“We have but for one day when dad didn’t trust Lewis and I home alone and Jason had a class where we met Tyler.”

“Okay then, why is he here?”

“We promised him that we’ll take him and you to school since we’re going to the same high school. Plus, he said he wanted to meet our little sis.”

I sigh and shove food into my mouth so, we don’t have to continue with the subject. After we’re all ready, we pile into Lewis’s car so we can head to school. When we get there, we jump out of the car which is parked next to Jason’s car and headed inside the large high school.

UGH I can’t stand wearing these clothes I thought angrily to myself. Wait, what if I change it up… I grabbed my blouse and pulled it off, putting it in my bag. I pulled out my hair and grabbed a jacket from my bag to put on myself. “Ah, that’s better.” I whispered to myself.

I then went to the office to get my timetable for the term. As I walk into admin, the receptionist noticed how I looked. “Um, Miss?” says the administrator “You must wear the blouse and tie up your hair. You can’t wear that jacket either.”

I looked at the quite young lady and laughed. “There is no way I’m doing that. Can I please have my timetable?”

She nodded and handed me my timetable and stared at me in shock. I told her thank you and walked to my first class on the schedule. As I was walking, everyone stared at my clothes in disbelief, like no one had ever done this before, disobeyed the school rules. Even I was surprised that I hadn’t been sent home to get changed. I was just about to walk into my class as someone stopped me. I looked up at the large guy, “Can you move? You’re in my way.” I asked the guy

“Not yet. My mate wants me to bring you to him.” He said grabbing my waist and hauling me over his shoulder.

“Let me go! This is violation of a girl’s privacy! I didn’t ask for this!”

“We’re almost there. Trust me, I don’t like this as much as you do.”

“Ugh, whatever. Do I even know this person you’re bringing me to?”

“Don’t know. He just told me he wants me to bring you to him. That’s all he said.”

He plops me down in a dark, small classroom and shuts the door as he walked out. I scowled as I saw a figure in front of me, I couldn’t tell who it was because it was so dark. “What do you want. My teacher won’t be happy if I rocked up to class late. I probably don’t even know who you are to be honest.”

The lights flicked on, and I saw who it was. “Your Tyler? Haha, I do know you!” I laughed

“Shut up!” he yelled

“So-rry”

“I caught you this morning”

“Yeah, I know, you asked if I’m ok. I already said I’m fine stupid. Plus, that was this morning. I don’t care about you catching me anymore.”

“Your so rude”

“Yeah, I know I am. Why do you care anyways?”

“Because I can. Your brothers said we must become friends.”

“No, they didn’t.”

“Your right. They didn’t. But I want to be your friend.

I laughed and sat down in a wobbly chair, putting my feet up on the clean desk Infront of me.

“Look, your handsome and kind and all, but I don’t want to be your friend.” I stated getting chewing gum from my pocket.

He looked at me.

“Gum?”

He shook his head and sat Infront of me.

“Look, we only just met at my house, and we are in entirely different grades.” I put my feet down so I could look at him

“Why do you want to be my ‘friend’?”

He looked down “to make my ex jealous.” He mumbled.

“Can you speak up? I don’t have super hearing”

“To make my ex jealous” He repeated looking at me.

“oh” I whispered

“Please will you be my mate?”

“o-okay.”

[guysbeingdudesbeingbros]

Grief ~ Blake centric

Prompt:Hey love! Please could do one where the boys are on tour and Blake’s really moody with the others one day because someone in his family passed away but he doesn’t want to tell the boys until Reece/George finally pull him up on his attitude before he breaks and tells them? xx

Blake got the phone call when George and Reece were getting breakfast. He was getting ready, taking longer than the boys like usual. As he went to leave the hotel room, his phone rang, flashing his mom’s contact picture across the screen. 

“Hi Mum!” Blake said into the phone, curious as to why she was calling when it was late at night at home.

“Blake, I have something to tell you,” his mom said seriously sounding upset. Blake felt his heart start to race, he shut the door and sat down on the edge of the bed. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice shaking a little. He listened to his mom take a deep breath, feeling like she was bracing herself. 

“Your aunt, she passed away tonight,” his mom whispered, making his world stop. Blake felt like he didn’t understand, that couldn’t make sense. Tears filled his eyes and sobs threatened to burst out of his mouth. 

“I-I should come home, right?” Blake asked after a few moments of his mom trying to comfort him over the phone. 

“You only have one week of tour left, honey. Just finish out and then you’ll be home,” his mom said, hating that Blake couldn’t be home with her. Blake agreed, continuing to talk to him mom and feel upset. 

“Blake! We were wondering what happened to you! You missed breakfast,” Reece said when Blake finally left the room. He spent a long time on the phone, and then he just took a few moments to think. He felt off, like everything was shifted and he didn’t really know what to do. 

Blake didn’t say anything, wearing sunglasses to hide his puffy eyes from the boys. He doesn’t want to tell George and Reece, they are his best friends and he trusts them with everything. But, just telling them would make it more real and they would tell him to go home. Blake didn’t want to leave tour and let the fans down. 

“Are you okay?” George asked softly, noticing Blake’s tension. 

“Fine, just not hungry,” Blake grumbled, brushing past them. Reece and George shared a confused look. 

“What’s up with him?” Reece asked, watching Blake walk towards the van with his head down and hands in his pockets. 

“I don’t know, but he’s in a mood,” George replied, shrugging his shoulders. They let it go, hoping that Blake was just tired and his mood would go away. 

As they travelled to the venue, Blake had his headphones in and was on his phone the whole time. George and Reece tried to talk to Blake, but were ignored every time. 

So they just stayed away from Blake. They didn’t want to make his mood worse, deciding to give him space to work through it on his own. 

“He’ll come to us when he’s ready,” Reece said to George, squeezing his arm reassuringly. George wasn’t so sure though, he just had a feeling there was something going on. He didn’t want to wait to find out. 

Blake, on the other hand, couldn’t get out of his own head. All he was thinking about was his family. Nothing was able to distract him, not even when they were doing soundcheck. George and Reece messed around, doing funny things for Ben to put on their Instagram story. Blake could barely remember the words to their songs though, not having enough brain power to even think about their fans. 

Usually after soundcheck and before the show, the boys relaxed but still messed around. Whether that was playing a video game, watching football, or messing around with gifts from fans. It was a good way to stay calm before a show, while also having fun and excited to perform. 

George and Reece were messing around with a giant inflatable microphone, hitting each other with it. Ben and Tanner were laughing and taking photos of it. And Blake was sitting on the couch in the corner, on his phone again. 

“Blakey, come fight Reece with me!” George exclaimed, trying to get Blake out of his funk. Blake just ignored him, making Reece annoyed when he saw that it hurt George. 

“Blake, what’s the matter? You’ve been weird all day!” Reece asked, trying not to let his frustrations get into his voice. Blake rolled his eyes, grumbling under his breath. “What? Are you angry at us or something?” Reece nearly shouted, not understanding what they could’ve done to make Blake annoyed. 

“Not everything is about you! Just leave me alone!” Blake exploded, standing up off of the couch and storming from the room. Everyone stood there, frozen and trying to process what just happened. 

George went to chase after Blake but Ben stopped him, “Wait, don’t. Just give him some space. I’ll go find him,” Ben said, leaving the room. 

“I shouldn’t have yelled at him, but his mood was just frustrating me,” Reece guiltily said, rubbing a hand down his face. George just gave him a hug, unable to say anything around the lump in his throat. He knew something was wrong and now he was even more worried. 

The show went fine, the boys acted like usual. No one would’ve known they fought before going on stage. Ben found Blake and brought him back to the dressing room right before they needed to go to stage. 

Everything was tense, but okay. After the show, the boys were feeling buzzed from the adrenaline, Blake feeling slightly better but his mood was fading fast. By the time they got the equipment packed and were on the way back to the hotel, his dark mood was back. 

George noticed instantly, picking up on Blake’s slumped shoulders. He nudged Reece to look at Blake, who just nodded. They were very worried, Blake wasn’t one to hold grudges and this entire day was so out of character for him. They wanted to figure out what was wrong and fix it so they could get their happy Blake back. 

Once they got back in their hotel room, Blake was stomping around the room, brushing past George and Reece without saying anything to them. And they finally had enough. 

“Blake! Tell us what’s wrong! You’ve been acting rude all day!” George exclaimed, catching the youngest boy’s attention. Blake paused where he was getting clothes to change into. He turned to face Reece and George, noticing their annoyed expressions. Now they are mad at me? I can’t deal with this now, I just can’t! Blake thought, starting to feel overwhelmed. He knows he wasn’t acting normally all day, but it was hard to pretend to be fine after the news he got. 

“You’ve been in a bad mood all day, and we are tired of it,” Reece scolded, crossing his arms over his chest. Blake looked down at the ground, feeling tears start to fill his eyes. “Just, talk to us! Whatever is going on, we can help!” Reece pleaded, trying to figure out what was wrong with Blake. He had been thinking all day if they had done something that hurt Blake, maybe accidentally excluding him or making a joke that offended him. But Reece couldn’t think of anything. 

George was about to open his mouth and add more to what Reece said, when Blake finally spoke. 

“M-My aunt died,” he mumbled, voice cracking. George and Reece felt ice flood their veins. They weren’t expecting that at all. 

“W-what?” Reece stuttered, not able to say anything else. 

“My mum called this morning t-to tell me, that’s why I was late to breakfast,” Blake cried, finally meeting their eyes. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks, making the boys’ eyes sting in response to see Blake suffering. “I-I didn’t mean to be rude, I just didn’t know how to t-tell you,” Blake sobbed, shoulders curling and almost sinking under the weight of his grief. 

George immediately moved forward, wrapping his arms around Blake’s waist. He felt Blake wrap his arms tightly around his neck, keeping George’s tight to his chest. Breaths stuttered out of his chest, heaving between each sob. George nuzzled his face into Blake’s neck, hiding his own tears there. It wouldn’t help Blake to see him breakdown too. 

“Oh, Blakey. I’m so sorry. We are here, love,” George whispered, rubbing circles onto the small of Blake’s back. Reece joined the hug, cradling Blake’s head against his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to Blake’s forehead, trying to figure a way to comfort Blake. 

“We aren’t going anywhere, B. Just let it out,” Reece said softly, wincing when he heard Blake sob harder. 

That night, Blake was curled up between George and Reece on one of the hotel beds. His head was resting on Reece’s chest, eyes swollen and dried tear tracks covered his face. George was snuggled close to his back, arms wrapped around him to reassure Blake that they were both there. 

Reece was coordinating with Ben, rescheduling the concerts so that they could all go home. Blake needed to be with his family. George was buying plane tickets and getting them a checkout from the hotel the next morning. 

Maybe they didn’t know what happened, and maybe they couldn’t help Blake feel okay just yet. But, George and Reece would be there for him always. 

Wow this was a long one, and it’s pretty sad I’m sorry!

thanks for requesting! much love 

xx

[buckyspetpsychopath]

Sick Bibby

Words: Reece Bibby x reader New Hope Club

I hadn’t seen my boyfriend in quite a while , it seems as though he had been avoiding me the past few days, so I decide to call him up. It goes to voicemail and I frown, sending him a quick text. 

-Hey I rang you?  -Yeah sorry, I’m just busy getting ready. We’re going out for a meal, for Lexi’s birthday -oh ok, have fun! I’ll be over on her actual birthday to give her, her presents and stuff, I just miss you :( 

I send back and frown, that’s a little bit strange that he didn’t invite me, we always go to special occasions with each other. I also frown when I don’t get a response from him. I sigh and decide to go to McDonald’s to pick up some food. I order and go wait until it’s ready. When my number is called I get my food and go to leave, but somebody shouts my name. I look around and smile when I see Lyndsey and Lexi. I go over to them and exchange hugs then Lexi moves over excitedly.  “come eat with us” she chirps so I nod and slide in next to her. 

“I thought you we’re going for a meal?” I say to Lyndsey and she furrows her eyebrows.  “we’re going on Saturday? Reece didn’t tell you?” she asks and I shake my head.  “No he said tonight, because I was going to come over but he said he’s busy” I explain.  “No, Reece is in bed, hes not well. Been stuck in bed for the past few days, we were actually wondering why you hadn’t come over, you two are usually glued at the hip, young love I guess” she smirks and I blush.  “He didn’t tell me, he kept saying he was busy, I was beginning to think he didn’t want to be with me anymore or something” I frown.  “No way, he’s just ill. He probably just doesn’t want you to get sick” she suggests and I nod. I stay silent just thinking about it for a moment. “do you want to stay over tonight? You have clothes in our house don’t you?” Lyndsey pipes up and I nod.  “thank you.” I say and she smiles.   “yay! Sleepover with y/n” Lexi cheers and we both laugh. Once we’re finished eating we head back to Reece’s house, I send my mum a quick text to tell her I’m staying over and she replies with a thumbs up. 

When we walk into Reeces house Lexi runs straight upstairs yelling “Reece! yn’s come for a sleepover”. Jamie comes out of the kitchen and gives me a hug, pecking my cheek.  “Hey, how are you?” he asks.  “I’m fine, how are you?” I reply.  “I’m all good”  “Y/n?”I head Reece mutter and turn to him. He’s standing halfway up the stairs, bags under his eyes, his hair flopped down onto his forehead. “what are you doing here?”  “well since you lied to me… I saw your mum and Lex in McDonalds, your mum invited me back. Why didn’t you tell me you were sick I would have came right over, you know that. Instead of avoiding me for a week.” i huff. Reece takes my hand and takes me upstairs.  “I know you’d come right over that’s why I lied. I didn’t want you to see me like this” he mumbles. I place my hand on his cheek.  “like what?” I giggle.  “All sweaty and disgusting, gross and ugly…” he pouts.  “oh baby, even when you’re sick you’re the most handsome boy Ive ever seen and I’ve got to say you look quite cute, you should wear your hair down more often” I say and lean in for a kiss but his eyes widen and he moves away.  “No! You’lll get sick too”  “I don’t care, we can be sick together. I haven’t kissed you in a week” I say and he waywardly brings his lips to mine. I close my eyes and lean into his touch. Despite his previous concern, he cups my cheek and the kiss gets quite heated, slippiing his tongue in. We’re making out in the middle of his room when his mum bursts in the door. 

“oh, wow, right, sorry” She apologises.  “mum” Reece groans.  “sorry, I wanted to make sure y/n had pjamas”  “yeah she can wear some of mine” he replies and Lyndsey nods.  “ok I get the hint, mother leaving. Keep it PG you two we don’t want any babies” she smirks.  “Mum” Reece gasps covering his face, I blush. She laughs loudly as she closes the door behind her. 

“do you-” Reece starts but breaks out into a coughing fit. My eyes widen and I push him down onto his bed, I reach for the bottom of his jumper and lift it up over his head. He smirks at me.  “Any other time this would be happening I’d be thrilled but …” he jokes and I roll my eyes.  “You’re sweating, you need to cool down. I’ll go get some ice cream.” I say and leave him laying in bed. I go downstairs and Lyndsey, Lexi and Jamie are watching a movie.  “sorry to disturb you but do you have any ice cream?” I ask and Lyndsey shakes her head.  “No hon, feeling peckish?” she asks.  “No, its for Reece, he’s overheating, I’ll just run the shop and pick him up some stuff” I say and she smiles. “Are you sure? I can go if you want” she offers.  “Its ok” I smile.  “Can I come?” Lexi chirps. I look and Lyndsey and she shrugs.  “If you stay with y/n and put your coat on I don’t see why not” Lexi cheers and jumps off the couch, running to get her coat on. I also put mine on.  “Do you guys want anything?” I ask and they tell me a couple of things they’d like- some sweets and drinks. Its only a short walk to tesco and we soon find ourselves at the sweet section, I pick up the sweets that the parentals requested and choose some for Reece and I. 

“What do you want Lex?” I ask her.  “What can I get?” she replies tilting her head at me.  “Anything you want, just not too much or you won’t sleep” I laugh. She picks up a packet of sweets and her favourite chocolate bar.  “You done?” I ask and she nods so we make our way to the drinks and pick out a couple. Then we head to the ice cream and I get two, one for Reece and I, one for the others. We pay for our items and get ready to leave the shop. 

“uggh, my feet are sore from walking” Lexi complains.  “Jump on” I say bending down, she grins and dives on my back, I hold her legs and stand up again walking towards the exit. We hear some squeals so we turn around. A small group of girls come over to us.  “Omg hi! You’re Reece Bibby’s girlfriend and sister right?” one of them asks, I nod.  “Is Reece with you?” another asks.  “No, unfortunately he’s at home in bed ill, we came to fetch his some supplies.” I laugh. They smile sadly. “Have you got Twitter or Insta, I could have him follow you?” I suggest and their eyes brighten. One rips a piece of paper from a small book in her bag and writes all the social medias down.  “Thank you so much! Could we get a picture?” they ask shyly. I smile.  “No its not a problem, you staying up there Lex” I tease and she nods with a little giggle. We ask an old couple to take our picture and then we part ways. We make our way home and when we walk in the door, Reece greets us. 

“hello?” I laugh.  “Where’ve you been?” he asks with a frown. I set Lexi on the floor and hand her the bag and she scurries into the living room to share out the sweets with her parents. I wrap my arms around his neck.  “the shop to get you some treats and medicine. What are you doing out of bed?”  “You didn’t come back and I wanted to cuddle” he pouts.  “awwh, poor Bibby” I joke pecking his nose. He continues to pout and hides his face in my neck.  “I feel so sick” he mumbles as I stroke through his sweaty hair. “You’re so needy when you’re ill” I smile and Lyndsey rounds the corner.  “tell me about it” she taunts and he narrows his eyes at her.  “You only brought my girlfriend here so you didn’t have to deal with me anymore” he argues back and she laughs.  “Thats exactly what I did” she smirks and retreats back into the living room. “You’re going to get sick though y/n, be warned” she calls out. I shrug and grab Reeces hands and the bag with our food in and go upstairs. We get set up in bed, watching a movie and eating the food. Halfway through the movie it had been abandoned when we started a little make out session, Reece pulls one of my legs over his body, forcing me to be flush against him, he runs his hands up and down my back. 

“I’m feeling a lot better with you here, thank you” he says when he pulls away. I smile and shrug.  “And you tried to avoid me” I say raising my eyebrow. He grins sheepishly and buries his head in my neck. We end up falling asleep. 

In the morning I wake up with Reeces arms wrapped tightly around my stomach. “Morning beautiful” Reece croakes, half hoarse from sleep and half from being I’ll. I sniffle and turn around to face him. “Morning handsome you feeling better?” I mutter. “A bit, but you’re sick too now” he pouts. “I don’t care as long as I get to spend all day cuddling you I really don’t mind, I really missed you the past couple of weeks, you were on tour then you can home and ignored me, I didn’t know if you still wanted to be with me” I frown. “Of course I still want to be with you, I just didn’t want to get you sick” “I know that now, but at the time. I’m sorry for even thinking like that” I admit. “You should be” He jokes. “Cause I’m not leaving any time soon” he chirps pecking my lips. “Knock knock” we hear Lyndsey murmur and knock on the door.  "You can come in mum" Reece calls out hoarsely. She comes in with a plate full of pancakes, nutella, bacon, orange juice, throat medicine and some tablets. “Thought you would both be needing this, were all going out now, are you two ok alone?” She asks. We nod. “You sure?” she hints, wiggling her eyebrows and i blush. “Mum just go” Reece whines. She tuts. “Uhm I mean thank you mamma, I love you very much” he smiles and she nods leaning down to peck his forehead then repeating the action on me.  “Have a nice day” I croak and she smiles sadly.  “You two get your rest, no horny teen stuff” she smirks before leaving. I groan and roll over onto Reece.  “You know its your own fault?” Reece points out.  “Was I supposed to just let you die in bed alone? No. Im your girlfriend I’m supposed to be here at times like this”  “Its just a cold or something” he laughs and I shrug.  “You’re still sick”  “and so are you” he points out. I cough and hold my chest as it hurts. “ohhh, my poor baby is feeling poorly” he jokes in a baby voice, wrapping his arms around you. I force a laugh then it goes silent. We both sit and start eating, quickly demolishing the food, still in silence. We go and brush our teeth then head straight back to bed. I get too hot and end up peeling Reeces jumper off me, I only have a bra on and his eyes rush straight to my boobs. I roll my eyes and push myself up slightly, throwing a leg over his body and leaning back on his legs, we connect our hands.  “You’re the most beautiful girl Ive ever seen” he says tightening his grip on my hand. I pull mine away and grasp his cheeks leaning down to kiss him. When I pull away he nudges his nose into mine and connect our foreheads. “I love you so much, thank you for coming to ‘try’ and get me better” he laughs.  “yeah, I didn’t do such a good job did I?” I snort.  “I’m just so irresistible” he jokes.  “You are” I say scrunching up his cheeks. He swats my hand away and grabs the back of my neck pulling my head into his neck.  “lets go back asleep” he mumbles and I nod, staying silent as we fall back asleep. 

[somekind0fmagic]

Chapter 9. Time To Go Back

I do not own Harry Potter or the Characters created by Rowling, if I did then they would actually listen to Ron

This is the last chapter for 1st year. Summer should last 2-4 chapters if all goes to plan

I really didn’t mean to put this off, school has been stressful so I’m very sorry 

( Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 )

Chapter 9. Time To Go Back

“I always heard that the end of the year exams at Hogwarts were hard, but I’ve found them to be rather easy.”

Albus scoffed, “Easy for you to say, I felt like I was dying in there.”

“We still have the physical test.”

“That’s so much better Scorpius, wow, I feel so much better.” He tried to keep a straight face, but ended up laughing. Anneliese and Scorpius began to laugh too. “How do you keep a straight face while being sarcastic, L.”

She shrugged, “I don’t know, I guess it’s just not hard for me.”

“Well, I’m hungry and would like some food.”

“I can agree to that!”

She rolled her eyes at the guys, “You guys are always hungry.”

“I’m part Weasley so that’s my excuse.”

“I’m a growing boy, I need to eat.”

“You’re a growing idiot Scorpius.”

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Scorpius and Albus watched as Anneliese walked out of the room. “How was it? What do we have to do?”

“You’d die without me.”

Scorpius shrugged, “Yes, but that’s not the point.”

She rolled her eyes, “1.) I’m not going to say what you have to do because 2.) it’s easy.”

Albus ran a hand through his hair, “C’mon L, you want us to pass, right?”

“Yeah,” She sat down next to them, “On your own.”

“You’re no fun.”

“Whatever guys.”

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The three first years watched as the 5th and 7th years continued to study since their exams weren’t done. “I feel sorry for the 5th and 7th years, they have two more days of this.”

“Yeah, I don’t wanna be them, ever.”

“Same Al.”

“Children!” They looked over to Lorene Zabini as she jumped over the railing of the stairs that led up to the girls dorms. 

“You’re gonna hurt yourself one day.”

“Potter, please, I’ve been doing this for 13 years, I’ll be fine, but, that’s not what I want to talk about.”

“Then what is it?”

“How’re you guys gonna deal with the summer?”

“What do you mean?”

“The Quidditch World Cup is this year! You guys gonna go to the game, wherever it ends up being?”

Scorpius shrugged, “Depends on what my parents want.”

“Yeah, pretty sure mum is doing a report on it again, so it will probably be mandatory for me to go.”

“Well what about you miss ‘I don’t understand quidditch’?”

Anneliese laughed, “I’ll probably go, will I be dragged to it by my brothers.” She moved her bangs from out of her face, “Why?”

Lorene shrugged, “Was just curious cause mum sent a letter saying we have to go since Uncle Reece may play.”

“What team?”

“Welsh, they made it to the Quarterfinals last week. The week we get out, aka 2 weeks, will determine if they make it to the Semifinals and if they make it to that then we’ll find out if they make it to the finals. Plus, it’s being held by Britain this year.”

“Makes sense, but I’ll try to convince my parents to take me.”

“Killer, I guess Aunt Astoria will inform us whenever our parents decide to meet up.”

Scorpius nodded, “Yeah, I guess.”

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Anneliese laid her head on Albus’s shoulder as Scorpius sat across from them. “You know, if I do end up going, perhaps our parents could meet Al. So then we can hang out without blondie.”

Scorpius and Albus laughed, “Yeah, maybe.”

“Weird to think we’re going home for more than 2-3 weeks.”

“Yeah, and after what happened over Christmas, I’m scared.”

They didn’t speak of Albus’s Christmas incident much, but when they did, they tended to tiptoe over it. “Yeah. Well, I know my mum could care less on if someone comes over, as long as she knows about an hour in advance. And if she says yes then my father will say yes. Grandmother tends to agree with mum on things like that.”

“Would they mind me living there for a while?”

“As long as they like you they’re perfectly fine with that.”

“Well then, I just might.”

“How’s Lily, Albus?”

He shrugged, “She’s fine as far as I know, she made new friends after those last ones. They don’t make fun of her or anything.”

“That’s good.”

Albus nodded, “Wait, if your parents don’t like you going to someone's house if they don’t know them or their parents, then why did they let you stay the night at mine?”

She shrugged, “I guess it was ‘cause Scorpius was there and they know his family, please, my parents logic on why they do anything, is crazy.”

They laughed as the compartment door opened. “Looks like we did find a compartment boys, we just got to rid it of its...stink.”

The three twelve-year-olds glared at them, “I agree Oliver, we need to get rid of the snakes.”

Albus stood up, “Oliver, Jason, Brock, go bother someone else.”

“How dare you say our names you filthy little snake!”

Albus glared at them, “What’re you gonna do Oliver? Hit a poor and defenseless first year? I mean, your brother did beat one up.”

“She deserved it, her father was a death eater! Just like their parents!”

Before anything could happen they all heard the voice of Jerimiah Ecerson, “What’s going on here?”

“Nothing, snake!”

“Nothing? Well, from what I saw and heard, you three were threatening a group of kids that just finished their first year, that’s pretty low. Now go find another compartment to be in or I’ll give you all a detention for next year!”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

He raised an eyebrow, “Try me.”

Brock pushed out of Jerimiah’s way, “C’mon guys, let’s just go.”

Oliver and Jason followed after him. Jerimiah looked at the three, “You three good?”

They nodded and he walked away, closing the compartment door. Albus sat back down next to Anneliese. No one spoke for a while until Scorpius whispered, “My mum wasn’t.”

“What?”

Scorpius looked at Albus, tears softly falling down his face, “My mum, she was never a death eater. Neither was my grandmother. My father didn’t even want to become one.”

“I know, from what you’ve told me, that seems beyond something she would do.”

They both looked over to Anneliese as she laid her head against the glass of the window.

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The three kids stood on the platform. Anneliese wrapped her arms around Albus, “Promise you’ll write?”

“Everyday, you’ll get annoyed by how much I’ll write.”

She laughed, “I highly doubt that.”

“Anne, I see two little blondes running over here.”

Anneliese looked over to where Scorpius was pointing and sure enough, her little sisters, Elena and Eden were running over here. “Anne-lease! Anne-lease!” The two yelled as they ran over to her.

She smiled and kneeled down, “Eden, Elena, I missed you!”

“We missed you!”

She kissed both of their heads, “Hey, I want you to meet my friend, Albus.” She stood up and pointed to Albus, “Eden, Elina, this is Albus. Albus, this is Elina and Eden.”

“Hi Albus!”

“Hi A-Al-Al. Hi Al!”

Albus smiled, “Hello!”

“Hey, what’re you two doing over here?”

“Mama sent us!”

“Yeah, like Eda said, mama sent us!”

“Well, if mum sent you two, I better go with you.” She turned back to Albus, “I’ll let you know if I end up going to the World Cup. Bye Al,” She turned to Scorpius, “Bye Scorp.” She then took hold of her sisters hands and ran off with them.

“Those were her youngest sisters, right?”

Scorpius nodded, “Yep, Elina and Eden, Elina is, I believe at least, 5 and I think Eden is 4, but I may be wrong. I know her younger brother is 2.” He pointed over to her family, “See that little kid she’s holding?”

“Yeah?”

“That Nicholas, he’s the youngest of her siblings.”

“He looks like a miniature version of A.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’ve heard from my family.”

Albus nodded and turned to Scorpius, “Well, I better get going before mum sends Lily. See you later!”

“Yeah, I better get going to. I’ll probably see you at the World Cup.”

“Yeah,” The two boys went their separate ways and when Albus neared his family he saw his mother glance over and smile, “Hey mum.”

She put a hand on her hup, “Look who finally decided to join us. I thought we would have to send Lily off to get you.” She then moved her arm and wrapped her arms around him, “I missed you Albus.”

He hugged his mum, “I missed you too mum.’

His dad smiled at him, “Ready to go?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I guess.”

“Then let’s go.”

They said goodbye to their family or that they would see them at the Burrow next week. Lily wrapped her arm around her brother's side and he wrapped his around her shoulders protectively. She looked up at him, “Welcome home Albie.”

He smiled down at his sister, “I’m glad to be back Lils.”

He turned back to stare at his parents and James’s backs and question. Was he really happy to be back? He couldn’t avoid James as easily as before. But he did always have ways to get out. He always could just help his grandmother out at The Burrow or hang with Dominique at Shell Cottage or hang with Scorpius and Anneliese someday. He sighed, he would figure it out as time went on.

[aliceellablog]

Can’t really think of a title for this one... awks...

Hello blog readery people :) So it’s Saturday afternoon and I’m not gonna lie I’m in a bit of a weird mood, kind of an in-between mood… am I happy? Meh… am I sad? Meh… I don’t even know anymore…. I can tell you one thing though, I have been SO EMOSH!!! - I am in the process of coming off my antidepressants which I’ve been on for 14 years and it’s naaaaat been easy. I’ve cried freakin’ rivers, ok, probably puddles- but hey theres a lot of water in a puddle!! - and I have also laughed like, a lot. It’s like I can feel everything so much deeper than before, and I’m still not sure if I am doing the ‘right’ thing or not…. it’s like, do I keep taking a chemical that affects my brain and dulls all my feelings a bit and makes it harder to cry... or do I FEEL everything but maybe get some of the highs back too?!?! Time will tell eh!!

So my last two weeks has been pretty good I guess :) Can’t complain too much… although I’m sure that’s basically what I’m about to do! ;) I’ve had a few great writing sessions beginning of the week including one with Reece who is mega awesome!! We wrote and recorded a topline for a proper coooool song- thing is, we were both so sure we nailed it, and it’s a song I’ve had stuck in my head ever since and feel it’s SO strong, but we didn’t get the bloody cut did we!!! :( 

It’s such a shit industry, where you just constantly do your best work and put hours and days and weeks (sometimes years!) into songs and send them off to usually not even get a response, or to get a ‘no’, and then you’ve just gotta pick yourself right back up and do it over again, and again until one day (please for the love of god) you get a yes! And even then I’ve had ‘yes’s back which then haven’t actually happened…. It’s cool though I’m sure we will use what we wrote on another song but it’s just that constant rejection that makes you doubt if you’re any good or if you should bother again- but of course I do! I have to! Even when it’s a ‘no’ I love writing songs more than anything and am pretty damn determined!!!!

Mid week I had a few meetings with some people I have been potentially thinking of working with - I think they went pretty well, but again I am never quite sure wether to mention my health or just cross that bridge if and when…. I usually just see what the vibe is and on this occasion the guy I met with actually told me all about his health issues so I went for it! You never know who is suffering what and we seemed to bond over this so that was good!

I had a few admin days and days of resting but then had a mega awesome night on the Thursday! A good friend of mine who works in publishing invited me down to ‘Fekky’s album listening party- he is a well known rapper signed to Universal & Island Records and it was an industry event so I had to go!!! I had all the usual worries… will there be a queue to get in, will there be anywhere to sit, what if I feel too ill and have to go home bla bla bla, but all worked out SO well!! I got a bus all the way there (massive win for me legs!!) and then the night went without a hitch. I met so many great industry people and got lots of email addresses!!! I have of course done all me follow up emails and really hope something comes of it! It was also great to meet Fekky and hear the album- not totally the kind of music I am ‘into’ but genuinely really enjoyed it :) And great to catch up with Ben too! GOOD PEOPLES!!

The next day was a rest day and then in the evening it was one of my best friend Katie’s birthday dinner. I felt so shite. I’d almost cancelled a few times but pulled it together and was sure I could get through it, but for me it basically sucked balls. I’d been in tears because I’d felt so unwell all day and on the way there but was not going to turn up crying at someone elses birthday thang!! (Even I wouldn’t do that ;)  So I got there and I smiled. I really tried to smile lots, but when people asked me how I was I had to change the subject as I literally couldn’t talk about anything to do with me without bursting into tears. MAJOR AWKWARD. 

My best friends who I live with were all there and all I wanted to do was tell them how gutted I was feeling and collapse in a heap on the floor and cry my eyes out - and I really do mean gutted- heartbroken- I get into this place of utter despair quite quickly, as though my life is completely over and not worth living and that I just can’t do it anymore, and like no-one understands. I think it was brought on because I’d had such a great night the night before and made all these great contacts and then had woken up feeling so ill that I was in bed / on the sofa all day, and so it was like, what’s the point of me even going to that event and networking if I can’t even really function the day after - how am I meant to live the lifestyle of a singer / songwriter when I have to rest all the bloody time - ok so just writing that sentence has made me well up….  I just can’t put into words how much I want to be well enough to follow my dream and work at it every day. I know I should be grateful that I managed to go to that event in the first place…. But it’s just not enough. Ugh, anyway… I got through the dinner part of it but then had to leave. They were drinking and having fun and it was like being on a diet sat with ALL the cakes in-front of you. 

I could’t sit and watch them- I’m sure this sounds so bitter- ofcourse I am so glad that Katie had a lovely birthday and of course I want my friends to all be happy but I obviously have major jealousy issues!!! So I said my goodbyes and they were all very sweet to me and I left. As soon as I got out of the door I phoned my poor mum and sobbed down the phone. I could hardly breathe I had been holding it in for so long! I had a complete crying panic attack at kings cross station but luckily mumma bear was on the end of the phone to make everything that little bit better. I spoke to her and my wonderful step dad for about half an hour and they kind of got me to just focus on one thing at a time, like getting home, getting to bed, and what I had to do the next day…. Which just so happened to be a gig day- probably also why I felt so panicked about everything!!

The next day was like I say, gig day- The only money I have coming in at the moment is function gigs, so weddings, birthday parties, cooperate events etc and I really do love them….. but never really feel well enough to enjoy them!! However, this one went pretty well! I took my lil’ gigging stool with me as my legs just get too painful if I stand up on stage the whole time. And what with a mix of determination and adrenaline I got through the gig. 

Then the Sunday was spent in bed all day - I couldn’t even get out of bed to pee until about 4pm…which probably aint good for ya!! Sorry…. TMI!!! But I was SHATTERED… so ordered takeaway and did utter nothing all day :) - At least I felt like I’d done something to deserve this rest though :)

The next week was again a mixture of resting days and meetings, oh and a Crohns flare up I think…. I know I only really talk about my M.E. on here, but I guess I should try and be a bit more open about my Crohns… my bowels certainly are ;) (see what I did there) hahaha… but Yea, I’m not gonna go into too much detail don’t worry… but last week really did have a fair few ‘moments’ where I really fucking hated my silly silly body and what very random situations it had gotten me into….. I had a little op a few months ago and am getting all the results etc next week when I see my Crohns specialist… so fingers and legs crossed she can help!! I’m sure I’ll let ya know ;)

Then I went home to Sussex these last few days to see my cat, mum and stepdad (in that order!! Haha - JOKING) and go to the dreaded dentist!! Ahhhh!!! - it actually went ok but I do have to have a filling (woi oi) in a few weeks so I will be bloody terrified then!!  Is ANYONE ok about going to the dentist? Please do tell me…..nah didn’t’t think so!!

Right… I’m gonna go and paint flamingos on my nails now - as you do! Oh I haven’t mentioned it yet- tomorrow is our yearly house party so I am sooooo looking forward to it! I am praying to the M.E. gods that I am well enough to enjoy it at least for a bit!! So I’ll tell you all the #clubtropicana (party theme) goss next time!! Let’s see if I can get away with having one drink!! Maybe even two! Ah!

- Please do feel free to get in touch if you want to- I will reply ASAP and LOVE hearing from you guys! You are all wonderful and having this support network means a lot :) We can get through all these shitty times together right?? Right!! ;) xxx Mwa xxx

[georgiarynlds]

2019

2019 has been one hell of a year. It’s been 8 months already which has flown by. The months all feel meaningless.

what has felt like an amazing year has turned quite tragic I can’t lie. Nothing is the same anymore. Everything is new, fresh and unexpected. I really do need to start expecting the unexpecting. My life is full of new chapters. Short chapters mostly but also long chapters.

In December 2018 I was a girl who was growing in confidence, I was still quite sure of myself however I was lacking in a lot of self esteem. Looking back, I was very desperate for a boyfriend. Which caught me up in some odd scenario’s- nothing anything bad though, all learning curves.

I told myself in January 2019 that I was going to strive to become the person I wanted to be. I wanted to be healthier, rid myself of the toxic people in my life, adapt myself to being myself- not copying people, get the style I want to express my unique personality. And I did. I slowly saw myself throughout the months change. January was the hardest, but I finally cut myself off from sex, and then slowly the drugs and then the friends.

In October 2018 I befriended Jo Richbell. I had done almost a year beforehand. However, we had not properly gone out we just us two. So on the 26th October we met up and went to poole. Just did the casual window shopping, grab lunch and talk. Because we related so so much!! We understood eachother like nobody. I shared my experiences on my breakup with my first ex and she shared hers. Our exes were best friends, that’s why we bonded so well on the topic. She was like a miracle. It was so cool to have someone who just understood everything like that. I felt so comfortable around her, she was funny and a lot like me too.

We didn’t meet up for a while after that until probably mid December. December was when I first went to Sam Vincent’s house. I can remember getting the bus to Jo’s and walking up that road. It felt like I was walking for hours. We walked through the Lytchett woods to get to Sam’s house who lives in Lytchett Matravers. I knew Sam already, I had spoken to him a lot of times through school as he was good friends with my boy bestie at the time Reece Groombridge. Reece and I didn’t really meet outside of school because he was a little gamer so it was more of an inside school thing. Sam and I never really got on very well so I went into his house quite open minded. Because afterall, I understood Jo so why shouldn’t I be able to get on with Sam. He’s a funny kid.

I remember going in and being a bit overwhelmed by the dogs and all. I was quite astonished in how welcoming Theresa his mum was. I noticed she was instantly one of those people who laughed after every sentence though. Sam’s house is bloody amazing if I’m honest- it’s so nice. Sam has such a cool room. I remember feeling so awkward there at first though. We all were instantly offered hot chocolates. And me being me, I was unsure because I didn’t really like hot chocolate. But I said yes- not to be rude and you never know, I might like it. Now- let me tell you. Theresa does the BEST not chocolates, nobody can say any different. She brews them in cute little costa mugs which she probably stole (she’s a wild woman) and she tops it with whipped cream and little marshmallows. Such nice presentation for it being a home made hot chcolate, better than most I order when I go out. Overall, I don’t remember much about that day apart from the YouTube video we filmed after being force fed candle videos from AbbiesWorld’s YouTube channel. Looking back I feel bad for Sam. Jo, Sam and I didn’t have any inside jokes at that time so for some reason it was mostly taking the mick out of Sam.

Sam obviously didn’t enjoy it and I don’t know why I was so oblivious to seeing that. I’m a caring person and all. However, thinking back I was still friends with the druggie group (which included my first ex) who had quite horrible humour which I had experienced first hand. I just wasn’t thinking. Sam handled it well to be honest, he didn’t stand up for himself nor did he bitch about us. I just don’t think he knew what to do. He would just get stroppy and not speak for ages and walk off. He’s done really well since. I’m so proud of him. He’s changed a lot.

That day started the trio off I guess. Jo, the poser. Georgia, the fat unfunny comedian and Sam the boy everyone adores. It was amazing to have new friends who cared and respected eachother. Even in February we were amazed with everything. We always had the best fucking sleepovers where I’d genuinely piss myself of laughter for the dumbest reasons. I always thought to myself, “why the fuck did I need drugs to have fun? fuck off.” because I hadn’t had this much fun on a daily basis EVER in my life. It wasn’t a magical feeling, it was just pure enjoyment. I savoured it to bits.

I did make a few mistakes a long the way I can’t lie. I talked to boys who I didn’t have much interest in just because I was desperate and then realised why I got myself into. I never shagged anyone, I never fucked anyone over. I was just a bit of a mess, I wasn’t ready for a relationship so thankfully- I never got one.

March in 2019 was a great month. We all had a blast. The biggest thing I remember about it is the vintage sale in Bournemouth. I remember it as such a good day. It was a bit of a weird one but we laughed, got some killer bargains and just got out of our comfort zones. This was also the time where the bullying with Sam died down as we started having inside jokes.

When I say bullying it was nothing really bad. Just making fun of stuff that I can’t even remember now- making up nicknames like angry little man, telling him to stop thumping, ‘thumper’ and so on. I’m just glad we’ve both managed to stop because bless him- he’s a fragile boy. I’ve been there and experienced it and it hurts. I’ve only toughened up because of those insults.

April 2019 was by far the best month. The start of the month I went to London and had gotten the hang of a good edgy style. London was stressful as fuck I must say but the photos I captured were well worth it. It was such a cool experience though- especially for being 14. Mid April this boy and me started talking. I’m mentioning him because he meant a lot to me. And in a way he still does. I do claim to ‘dislike’ him now because I just still see him as such a good person. It’s weird because so many people say negative shit about him saying he’s an attention seeker but I can’t help but feel bad. He was there for me when he could be and now he’s moved on I feel like I can’t be there for him. He’s removed me from his private life and I didn’t want to care but I couldn’t help but feel hurt. I knew this boy on a personal level before his coverup of his ‘normal’ jokey self. I still agree with my points- he’s so gorgeous, generous and funny. But we had a thing which lasted for 2 weeks- basically the whole Easter holiday. He’s the closest to a ‘boyfriend’ I’ve had in a while. We got on so well! Just in the end, he didn’t feel the same way as I did... so on from there we said we’d be friends but we ended up just becoming distant. I had a fat crush on him for ages. It still bugs me sometimes just because his looks are so perfect. The harsh reality is, there’s a lot better people out there than him- he’s just the first boy I found who I fancy who doesn’t grind weed for a living and thrive off of talking about bongs. I still miss him sometimes. It’s dumb, but I do. And if you end up seeing this, I’m sorry for being a dick, I really am. Just know I’m thankful for you and you’re a good person at the end of the day.

Anyways- April meant a lot to me. It wasn’t just roban. Jo, Sam and myself were the brightest we could’ve been anyways. The weather was great and it was Easter. We went out so many times- to the beach, around lytchett, Bournemouth, wareham- so many different wacky adventures where we could just be free and laugh. it was nothing but fun. And I still rewatch the videos taken on those nights and I smile. They really cheer me up.

May was a useless recovery month. Jo started changing. Sam and I grew closer. It was weird. But we were still the same old 3. The only big thing I can remember from May was Tristan’s party near the end of the month. It was my first house party and funnily enough I ended up having to take care of my friend who was pissed out of his mind. He couldn’t control himself so I had to call his mum. It was a stressful night, but it wasn’t the worst experience ever. It was a good sleepover with Sam and jo though. The other thing I can remember about May is me going to the second vintage sale with the boy I liked back in April. I did look at him as a friend then, I basically forced myself. And it worked. I just couldn’t keep it up for long.

June. Exam month. The worst month by far- I was so stressed and I just kept telling myself, after this month I’ll be back to normal, like April and May. I’ll be happy and relieved. Even the first 3 weeks before exams I was stressing and exams lasted for two weeks. The stress started dying down in the end of June on the Belgium trip which was quite shit at times (mainly because of the heat) but it was the biggest laugh. Not just our trio but so many other people share our inside jokes- for example: good day out with my mates, cursed pictures, Adam shitting in food. It’s incredible. However June was the month Jo started changing the most. Sam and I were too stressed to realise at the time and we also started going out with Libbie more. Libbie is a girl who I used to be terrified of basically. She was a chav a few years back but has slowly grown up into a very hated edgy teen who listens to slowthai and lil peep and wants to die. She’s pretty amazing though. Her birthday is on June 7th and she very kindly invited me along with Sam and Jo to her birthday meal in Nando’s. I picked her up a little something because I always feel bad if I don’t get a gift. I didn’t have any idea what she liked so it was pretty shit, but I tried. I thought I was gonna have a shit time but it was pretty fun. Funnily enough the boy I fucking liked from April showed up because he recently was befriending Libbie. At the time I was fine with it. But I found it real weird. Oh and I forgot to mention, jo didn’t come to Nando’s. It wasn’t a big deal though.

This boy started hanging out with Libbie a lot. I didn’t want to care about it but I just did. I never had talked to Libbie seriously about this sort of thing because I was lowkey scared of her still. I never had seen the real serious side, and I still haven’t completely if I’m being honest. But worst things worst I thought that he liked Libbie- and I kinda was just observing it from a distance because I felt if she was a good friend she’d come and talk to me about it. But she didn’t- they kept hanging out, she was in his bed at one point. It really freaked me out. I wanted to have a fat go at him but I was irrelevant now, he didn’t give a shit anymore.

Around a week later I was hanging out with Jo, Sam and Libbie and we went back to Jo’s- (I cant remember for what reason) But basically it was around 6-7pm (roughly) and she needed to go home so she had to walk into Upton. I also needed to get my bus so I offered to walk with her expecting Sam to come. However, Sam said he would say which kinda frazzled me because I never had talked to libbie on her own which freaked me a bit. But we got going and it was actually really fucking good. She asked me. “So what went on with you and him?” And I just felt so relived she was asking. I could finally understand. We conversated about him, and I finally found out that he was just being over attached. They never kissed like we did, they never did anything apart from joke around. In the end, nothing ended up happening.

So, July. I kind of feel horrible saying July isn’t the worst month because something terrible happened. But just overall, June was the most stressful. However, Jo went completely distant. Sam and I would always invite her out but she’d basically instantly decline. We had made a group chat with Libbie and she had asked to meet a lot so we did. The groupchat between Sam, Jo and I ‘fathers day’ was basically left to die for a few weeks.

18th July 2019, Jo starts messaging the groupchat. She’s enquiring about why we never invite her out, shit about how’s she’s such a bad friend- and stuff I’d never expect to hear from her. I ignored it. She’d done this before but not this bad but I just couldn’t take it. Poor Sam was almost battling it for me. He was doing everything he could to calm Jo down. Because I understand how she was feeling but I just didn’t have the mental stregnth to comply with that.

I had to leave the house at 11pm that night. My grandad was dying, it was his last hour- more like last 10 minutes. He died at 23:12 on the 18th. It was really tough being there with my mum that night. I didn’t get home until half 12. I ignored jo. She realised what had happened the following morning. And came to apologise and see if I was okay. Which I appreciate.

I don’t even know why I went into school that day to be honest. I was allowed to stay home. It was the very last day. I just couldn’t bare the thought of so many things I guess, I just needed to concentrate.

Sam and Jo were amazing with comforting me, they seriously were. I couldn’t thank them enough. I just didn’t really know how to bring it up at first- afterall, I’m not the type of person to put RIP NAN 🥺😭😭 on my bio.

After the first half of the month Jo only got more distant. Sam and I were noticing it more. Libbie had kind of taken her place at this point. Which was sad because I missed jo coming out. She’d always want to know when we would go out- she thought she wasn’t good enough because she couldn’t afford it or keep up with us. But then again, she never tried or really showed that in our conversations. She covered it up with anger and accusations.

It was Libbie, Sam and myself now. August was approaching very quickly and we were the go to squad. The summer had started and was passing quite quickly.

I went to Wimborne for the first time, I dip dyed my hair a horrible blue for 12 hours, I had my first proper Wetherspoons, We took the 50 and had many mario kart races. It’s been quite a busy summer as I’m not going on holiday this year. It’s been okay so far.

It’s August now, 18th to be exact- a month since my grandad died. My granny fell tonight. I got back about an hour ago from my gran’s. My mum and I left at 11:15 to walk to hers to help her up. We’re home now, all safe. I’m just glad it wasn’t worse. But it’s hard to watch her struggling so much bless her, I couldn’t imagine what she is going through.

August has been a lot of just Libbie, Sam and I. Jo has basically got some new friends- aka the Corfe Mullen lot. Who don’t get me wrong- some of them are lovely but the rest are complete twats and they’re changing her to be horrible. I feel bad posting this about her but I doubt she’s gonna read it and it’s just honesty and the end of the day. Her humour is getting closer to insulting. But if she’s happy, she’s happy- I can’t do anything about it. People grow out of eachother and learn lessons. Her boyfriend, Spencer is one of those lessons. Let’s just hope she’s still gonna be there in a year. Sam will, Libbie most likely hopefully will, I really hope Jo is but I somehow doubt that.

I’ve gotten back into fitness recently though. I’m on fire when it comes to swimming, today will be my fourth day in a row- an average of an hour a day is pretty darn good. Jo is supposed to be coming with me tomorrow so we’ll see if she bails on that. I’m so determined to get that healthy, fit, in shape body I want and NOW. I’m sick of being the fat friend.

Anyway, this was a mess. I’m sorry if I offended you because I probably love you. Goodnight.

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Butchered for a wrong look: The reality of Knife Crime Britain

It is broad daylight early on a Sunday afternoon and, just as in any other shopping centre up and down the country, The Mall in Luton is packed with families dragging bored children in and out of chain stores.

Suddenly, shouts and piercing screams erupt, the crowd parts and three teenagers start slashing at one another with knives, including a terrifying 18in machete.

Two run off – one of them wounded – as the third boy collapses to the ground with a terrible injury, blood spurting scarlet on to the polished marble floor. By the time security guards arrive at the scene, his life is ebbing away. 

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It was nothing more than a ‘wrong’ look that led to the senseless death of 18-year Azaan John Kaleem – the second violent episode at the heart of tomorrow’s documentary

Outnumbered: CCTV shows gang surrounding Azaan and his girlfriend

As one guard tries to stem the flow from a massive gash in the 17-year-old’s thigh, he pleads with the boy: ‘Hold my hand and keep your eyes open.’

These horrific scenes, caught on CCTV, are a devastating depiction of Knife Crime Britain – a tide of violence rolling across towns and cities across the country. 

In Luton, many miles from London’s knife crime hotspots such as Islington or Tottenham, cases of stabbings have almost doubled over the last five years.

And no region is immune, with national crime statistics showing 40,000 blade-related incidents across the country in the year to September 2018.

Even this disturbing figure probably understates the total.

Brutal: Azaan is attacked, despite the appearance of a bystander. Shannon runs to escape

The terrifying trend is brought into sharp focus in tomorrow night’s special edition of Channel 4’s 24 Hours In Police Custody, in which TV cameras follow Bedfordshire detectives as they struggle to tackle a form of crime now so widespread it has become almost routine.

Tom Hamm is the detective sergeant who investigates the bloody Luton shopping centre knife fight.

He tells viewers: ‘I’m tired of coming into work thinking, ‘I wonder who is going to get stabbed today.’ I’ve never known it in ten years to be as bad as it is now. If you were to equate it to a disease, this would be a national emergency.’

It was nothing more than a ‘wrong’ look that led to the senseless death of 18-year Azaan John Kaleem – the second violent episode at the heart of tomorrow’s documentary. 

Azaan had never been in trouble with the police and wasn’t even known to the four-man gang that killed him.

He’d been walking through Luton with his girlfriend, Shannon, when he made the mistake of exchanging looks with a boy on a bicycle on the other side of the street.

As Shannon explains it, the other boy put his hand inside his trousers as though to pull out a knife. Azaan reached towards his pocket to show he too was armed.

Felled: Azaan crumples on to the road, fatally wounded in the sustained attack

He had started carrying a knife for his own protection a year earlier after being badly beaten up – a terrible error.

The boy on the bike sped off and the incident appeared to have ended but minutes later CCTV cameras record a grey BMW pulling up alongside Azaan and his girlfriend. Even the police were shocked by the level of brutality that ensued.

Four boys emerge from the car and immediately set upon Azaan. One seems to punch him repeatedly – but is actually stabbing him, probably with a bladed knuckleduster he was later found to be carrying. 

Azaan is left lying in the road with multiple stab wounds to his back, chest and face, blood pouring out as the gang flee. He died of his injuries in hospital two days later.

His heartbroken mother, Roseann Taylor, told me about her teenage son’s last moments.

‘When they declared Azaan brain dead, curtains were pulled around and piece-by-piece they turned off equipment,’ she said.

‘They allowed me to stand behind him. I stroked his hair and told him I loved him. We waited for his heartbeat to stop.

Left to die: The thugs leave stricken Azaan as the bystander stays to offer help

‘When I watched the CCTV and found out they didn’t know Azaan, it reminded me of a pack of animals seeking out their prey.

‘He was not a person, he was some ‘thing’ they wanted to attack.’

It was terrible twist of fate that Roseann had moved away from London to Luton when Azaan was a toddler. She believed Bedfordshire would be safer.

The men suspected of killing Azaan were identified thanks to a tip-off from a member of the public and were then rounded up by armed officers. 

All four were known to police and one, 19-year-old Reece Bliss-McGrath, driver of the BMW, is shown in the film telling an officer: ‘When you’re not wearing that badge, I’ll slap that smile off your face.’

The interviews that follow are hard-going: three of the suspects – 18-year-old Rashaan Ellis, 19-year-old Callum Smith and 17-year-old Harrison Searle – answer ‘no comment’ to every question.

Ellis is said to be the main assailant, with the fearsome knuckle duster, but Smith is also accused of stabbing Azaan.

Bliss-McGrath is willing to talk, however, provided that the police can ensure his protection.

He tells detectives the four of them had been driving around in his newly purchased £2,500 BMW when Searle received a call from the boy on the bike to say Azaan had ‘pulled a knife’.

They decided to ‘go and do this’, Bliss-McGrath explains, before telling officers that Ellis is ‘the crazy one. He’s nuts, he’s hyped up. Like someone who takes coke’.

Flashpoint: Two of the knife-wielding youths, one brandishing a huge bladed weapon, square up in the shopping mall before one of them is stabbed

Bliss-McGrath believes the confession will allow him to walk free. After all, he didn’t deliver any of the fatal blows. But he is deluded, and the cameras show his face turning ashen as he is charged with ‘joint enterprise murder’ alongside the other three.

As one of the detectives explains: ‘With joint enterprise you don’t have to be the person who did the stabbing. If you think you didn’t play a part in it, it doesn’t matter.’

The gang were jailed for a total of 63 years.

The two teenagers stabbed and wounded in the shopping centre knife fight are lucky – they have recovered. But now, they and the other youth involved are sitting in Luton police station, charged with affray and wounding with intent.

They show not the slightest sign of fear or concern. Slouching, bored on plastic chairs, anyone would think they’d been arrested for stealing a packet of crisps.

Che Stephens, 17, escaped without injury after stabbing Luca Sanni in the leg. Stephens is shown footage of the fight and asked how he feels when he sees Sanni collapse. He refuses to answer. Even Sanni sticks to ‘no comment’ despite the terrible wound he suffered, as does Imani Pobi Da Silva, 17, who was slashed.

DS Hamm says: ‘The biggest obstacle we face in solving a lot of our stabbings is the reluctance of those involved to talk.

‘It is definitely out there that if something happens, you don’t tell the police. It’s frustrating, tiring and demoralising. They’re receiving some pretty serious injuries. Some of them are near death – and they don’t want to be seen as a grass.’

Stephens, who instigated the fight, was jailed for seven-and-a-half years after admitting wounding with intent, Sanni, who produced the machete, was sentenced to five years and Imani Pobi Da Silva 12 months.

‘Carrying a knife doesn’t make you safer. It’s either going to make you a criminal or a victim,’ the detective says.

‘But to go from a dirty look to dying is ridiculous. It just doesn’t make any sense.’

Terrifying: CCTV shows the bloody aftermath of the knife fight in the mall in front of horrified Sunday shoppers

Meanwhile, the brutal manner of Azaan John Kaleem’s death continues to haunt his mother.

She tells me: ‘I didn’t think [knife crime] was my problem because I didn’t think my son would ever be engaged in it.

‘I’ve never had the police come to the door, he’s never been in trouble. He’s just an average 18-year-old.

‘He’s not a threat to anybody and certainly wouldn’t harm anyone. I just want to know why.

‘Watching your child be murdered over and over again on CCTV during the court case was just gut-wrenching. I still play it over and over in my head. I feel like I’ve failed. At the very last moment I wasn’t there for him.

‘I’d do everything to hear him call me Mum again. The reality is, that will never happen.’

She now goes into schools to talk to children about the dangers of carrying knives but says that much, much more is needed – from everyone in society.

‘We all need to play a part, from the Government to the people who allow knives to be delivered through the letterbox, to the witnesses and man on the street who doesn’t go to help when they see someone being attacked,’ she says.

‘The younger generation has this energy but have nowhere to put it. Everything is disposable – even life.’

24 Hours In Police Custody airs tomorrow at 9pm on Channel 4.

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Foster Household: Chapter 9, Part 11

CW: Mental Health Struggles - Guide to content warnings

Onyx: Where were you before school

Carson: Trying out the skating with Ariadne

Onyx: Have you talked to her yet

Carson: Yeah we text before school and after dinner

Onyx: I meant about if your meet up was a date

Carson: Why do I have to talk about that

Onyx: By all means, don’t talk about it and let her think you’re not interested, or that you want to date Artemisia

Carson knew Onyx was right, but he wasn’t up to risking Ariadne making fun of him just yet. Instead he did his normal work on the mural while sneaking glances at Ariadne from afar.

Mrs T: Great job Carson

Carson: Oh, thanks. I’m still not sure what I want it to be yet though

Mrs T: That’s fine, it’ll tell you as you go. Did I hear the radio right this morning? Your mum is getting a star on the walk of fame?

Carson: Yeah

Mrs T: Well tell her we're all very impressed

Mrs T: Okay everyone, settle down. Phones away

Zhafira: But if it’s computer science why can’t we? Are phones not just small computers?

Mrs T: Everyone put them on silent! We need to focus. The topic we discuss today will be on the exams

Carson pulled his from his pocket to double check and saw he’d got a text at the end of lunch from Ariadne.

Ariadne: I didn’t want to interrupt you, you looked so focused! But good luck for the ceremony

She’d remembered! Although he supposed someone’s parent getting a walk of fame star was memorable. It didn’t mean she liked him. He didn’t have time to reply now but he made a mental note to send a text of thanks after class.

So all the Foster extended family traveled to Del Sol Valley for the afternoon. They watched with excitement as Kayleigh became the second active sim of mine to get the honour. First recipient was Mortimer Goth, let’s hope she has a brighter future than the now dead author.

Back in Sulani everyone and their suitcases pile in. Charlie and her wife Kaori with their dog Clover. Keira and her wife Marta. Reece and his partner Samir. Kayleigh and Carson welcome everyone while Harvey gets a head start on cooking. While Reece is playing guitar outside Samir asks Kayleigh if he can have a word with her and Harvey. Keira really hopes it’s about what she thinks it is.

Samir: Thanks. Reece and I have talked. After he finishes his degree he’d like to get engaged but, well, I’d like your permission to propose to him. And marry him. Please. I would like to marry him.

Kayleigh: Absolutely!

Harvey: Hmm

Kayleigh: Harvey that’s the most words we’ve heard Samir say at once. I think he deserves a response

Harvey: Are you going to give me grandbabies?

Kayleigh: Harvey!

Harvey: Because if you will then obviously yes

Kayleigh: Harvey!

Harvey: I’m kidding. Of course you can. We’d love you to keep him happy

Samir: *sighs in relief* Thank you

Harvey: When you told Kayleigh you could probably get him pregnant because you’re a werewolf was that like a throw away comment or?

Samir: *chuckles* I don’t think I could. Plus, imagine him pregnant

Kayleigh: *laughs* Oh he’d be too dramatic for anyone to handle

Harvey: But you will have kids right

Kayleigh: *sighs* I’m leaving before you embarrass yourself even more

Samir: We do want kids

Harvey: Good, good. Now what are your proposal plans

Samir: Big? Flashy?

Harvey: Oh he'd love that. Make sure it’s well lit and get someone to record

Samir: I will. Deanna probably

Harvey: We best get back out there before he gets suspicious. Oh I hope this means we can expect more talking from you. Not that silence isn’t golden of course but you probably need to rest your vocal chords after such a long discussion. I can say things like that you see because you’re going to be my son in law

Harvey walks out chuckling.

Samir *under his breath in confusion* white people

Carson: Hey Reece. Do you need help with your bags?

Reece: Do I need help? What’s with you?

Carson: Mum said that Samir really is a werewolf. I’m sorry for being mean on the phone about it

Reece: It’s fine, I didn’t expect you to believe me. Hey, hey, remember that time I convinced you raisins were actually dead flies? *laughing* Classic

Carson: *sarcastically* Yes, hilarious to put me off the only breakfast cereal we had

Reece: Don’t worry, seriously, it's all good

Carson: I kind of can’t help worrying. I’ve got OCD actually

Reece: Like real OCD or-

Carson: Real OCD

Reece: Oh man that must be tough

Carson: Excuse me? You’re giving me sympathy?

Reece: I did psychology last term, it’s a requisite for a bio major. OCD sounded intense

Carson: Yeah... it can be

Reece: Are you getting help with it

Carson: Yeah, I’m on some meds and have a counsellor

Reece: That’s cool. I tell Samir he should see a counsellor but he insists I’m enough. Which I love but I’m not trained. How’s the asthma

Carson: I have less symptoms but that’s because I don’t push myself to exercise

Reece: Exercise is really healthy though

Carson: I don’t need it, look at these guns

Reece: Woah, don’t hurt yourself there

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Imagine about being Reece's sister and u have a family dinner where George and Blake come too and George has his eyes all over u whenever he sees u. Reece notices it so he plays on tv a random movie, he let's u sit next to each other and during the movie, Reece sends George a text saying "if u don't kiss her now, ur loss". George asks u to help him in the kitchen with some drinks, but instead, he kisses u (a lot maybe)

“Lexi’s gonna show us her little boyfriend when we go visit her next week at her horse riding camp.” Your mum grinned.

“Y/n when are you gonna get a boyfriend?” Your dad joked. “You’re eighteen, love. You need to get out a bit more.”

“Dad stop.” You whined. “I do like someone but it’s never gonna work.”

“Why wouldn’t it work?” Your mum asked.

“Because... he doesn’t like me.”

“How do you know? Have you asked him?” Your dad asked. “You have to shoot your shot, y/n.”

“No. I just... I’m not...”

“Who is it? Do we know him?” Your mum asked.

“...George...” you hesitated.

“George?! You like George?!” Reece gasped from the doorway.

“Reece! Go away!” You were mortified.

_____

The next night, Reece invited Blake and George over for dinner with your family. You didn’t dare look at George. Little did you know, George had liked you for a while. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. After dinner, Blake wanted to watch a film. Your parents decided to call it a night and go to sleep early.

“Y/n and George you can sit over there on the smaller sofa.” Reece pushed you.

“Why-“

“Blake and I wanted to be next to the window.” He shrugged. George cautiously sat next to you. During the movie you kept feeling his eyes on you. His body was stiff as your legs and shoulders were touching from sitting on the smaller sofa.

All of a sudden, George’s phone pinged with a notification.

Bibster: if you don’t kiss her now, it’s your loss mate

George looked at Reece with wide eyes. Reece raised an eyebrow before typing again.

Bibster: she really likes u. Just go for it now while you have the chance

George: help me idk how to

“George and y/n since you’re closer can you go get us drinks?” Reece asked. “Please!”

“Erm... y/n could you help me for a second?” George whispered to you. You nodded, confused before following him to the kitchen.

“So what kind of drinks do-“ he cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes shot open in surprise before you kissed back. “W-What?” You muttered after you broke apart.

“I... I really like you and Reece said you like me to and I just thought maybe we could go out sometime...” he said nervously. You nodded.

“Y-Yeah. Let’s get the drinks and-“

He grabbed your hand. “He doesn’t want drinks. I just didn’t know how to get you in here with me.” He chuckled. “It’s stupid I know.”

“No. It’s okay.” You grinned. “Come on let’s go back.” You walked back into the lounge. You sat back in your spots and he draped an arm over your shoulders.

“Did you do it?” Reece asked eagerly. George nodded.

“What?” Blake asked, confused.

“They kissed.” Reece said.

“What?!” Blake exclaimed. “Finally!”

“So you guys knew he liked me and didn’t tell me?” You frowned.

“Sorry y/n.” Blake shrugged.

“It’s fine.” George kissed the top of your head. “We know now.”

[anxiouslyanonymous-blog1]

The Beginning of the End

For Brooklyn,

Those were not the normal tears you walked in on tonight, they were not my normal anxious upset tears, these were not tears of pain or sorrow. No. These were tears of relief. Pure relief. I was no longer alone. I was no longer fighting a battle I did not deserve to be losing. I saw a glimmer of hope in the midst of my despair.

The outcomes of yesterday have been upsetting me; as they would anyone, but not for the reasons you may think. Of course it was not easy hearing you say you needed time away from me. You needed a break. It was not easy at all. But as uneasy as it was for me to hear, I could tell through your disposition that it was equally as hard for you to say. I understand. I honestly do. I have seen it coming. I know I rely on you way too much and it isn’t fair. It’s selfish I know I substitute you and Wren for my family, which is a role you never wished, nor should have to undertake. I knew it was coming because it has happened once before. I used to be this attached to Wren. She had to sit me down and tell me the same things. I just need you to know it is not something I do on purpose, it is not something I enjoy. I wish as much as you it wasn't the case. But unlike you I can’t escape. I don’t think badly of you for needing this escape, it is not selfish or unfair, it is something I would jump for the opportunity to be able to do. 

When Wren first told me I was distraught, devastated, I didn’t know how I could go on without her; but weeks passed; and I did. I survived. If anything it made mine and Wrens friendship stronger, we began to long time together rather than view it as a chore. We would not be where we are today without this milestone and I’m glad it happened. Which is why I saw it coming with you. I’m surprised it hadn't happened sooner. Although upsetting I understood this would be the best thing for our friendship, and you are doing this for me just as much as you are doing this for yourself. It made me understand, and I mean truly understand how much you care. To have the ability to be honest with me, telling me these things without the fear of how I may react, this is what I need, and now I know and trust that you can do it. That I fully have your honesty. I respect you. I know I can be a temperamental person and I do have rash thoughts at times, and that you want to keep me happy as much as you want to keep yourself happy. But in both my eyes and yours you need to come first. 

Giving you space is not what has caused this issue. If you told me that you didn’t want to see me or hear from me for months, but that our friendship would be still just fine, as though nothing had changed after, I could accept that. I respect that this is what you need and I know I am too much at times. It’s something I am working on, I’m working harder than I let on to, which is why I get upset when people think I don’t do anything to try and help myself. I do. Believe me I try. I think it’s hard to understand when it’s not known just how much of life is a struggle for me. Just waking up and getting out of bed each day is a challenge. I have to push myself to have conversations with my own mum. Going to a shop and purchasing something can bring on a panic attack on its own. Every day I set myself challenges. challenges to push myself beyond my comfort zone, challenges to try and love myself more. Could I do more? Of course I could, but I am left constantly drained from all of the effort I put into the little things and now is just not the time. This is why I am not continuing with uni next year. Why I am having a year out. A year to work on myself, to try and love myself more, as myself is the person whom I have been neglecting in all of this. So as you have seen I can give you all of the space you need, yes I will miss you, yes it will be hard, but i can do it. This is not where the problem lies.

We have all heard the complicated scenario of three being a crowd. Ask anyone they know that it’s true. Add someone to that mix who does has mental health issues and struggles believing why anyone may like them and you begin to see how the problem becomes worse. I will be the first person to admit that I do get jealous, and I have always been as honest as possible with you and Tara about this. Opening up is not something that comes easily to me. I’m a closed book, it’s the way I have been raised. that my problems are just that; mine. So once I began opening up, and realised there are people in this world who do actually care, I feel I began to like the feeling too much, and sometimes opened up a bit too far, putting pressure on you which was not fair. But through all of this I thought that you would understand that all I ever am with you is honest; sometimes it may be a bit too much, but honesty is always at the root. Which brings me to the reason I was so upset - the fact that you didn’t believe me. 

I don’t blame you for believing Tara’s side of the story instead of mine. I feel like the boy who cried wolf. I do struggle with things regarding you and Tara, and I have only ever been honest about it, but I never realised that this honesty would come back and bite me. I am not upset with your belief, how could I expect you to choose between two of your best friends? Looking at past experience, and knowing what you know about me Tara seemed like the sensible choice, you were put in a tough position. I know it is partly my fault for telling you in the first place, if I had just not said anything then none of this would have happened. But I felt you deserved to know. I knew how much the whole Beth and Ben thing upset me and I did not want the same to happen to you. I did not tell you what Tara had said right away, for I wanted to make sure of my choice. I did not want to hurt you, and I did not want to ruin my friendship with Tara through betraying her trust, but you know for reasons I cannot even pin point myself I have always felt closer with you, and more comfortable, and after speaking to Wren I decided that I needed to tell you. Even after everything that’s happened it is a desicion that I stand by, a choice I would make again. You had the right to know. The right to have the opportunity to talk it out with Tara and move on. However how can that happen when the other party denies saying it? 

That’s why I was upset. Not through giving you space; that I can deal with, but through the hurt and betrayal of Tara accusing me of making this up to drive a wedge into your friendship. I can’t expect peopl enot to use my anxiety as an easy option or blame point for things, especially when I do it myself somethimes rather than admit that I am upset. But that’s exactly what happened, it was used as a blame point. I was hoping and praying that you would see underneath all of this, that you would see that behind my anxiety is me. Aubrey. Someone who puts her friends before anything else in her life. Someone who is sensitive and truthful. Someone who isn’t just her struggles. But this was not see, and I couldn’t cope with the thought of you believing I would do such a thing. Especially when you know you and Tara are two of the most important people in the world to me. Yes I get jealous sometimes but I’ve always been the first to say that it is completely on me, and the last thing I would want is for it to change anything between you and Tara. 

I just hope now you can understand why I was upset and hurting. One of my closest friends had accused me of telling a terrible lie; and through no fault of your own you believed her. I couldn’t tell you who I would have believed has I been in that situation, it’s hard, but the thing that made it harder was your decision to continue spending time with Tara and not with me. It made me feel as though I was being punished for something Tara had done. Which brings me to the tears of relief. 

I was struggling at pres, I’m not going to lie I was. I so desperately wanted to be with you, just smile at you, but at the same time I couldn’t even look in Tara’s direction without feelings of betrayal coming over me, which is why I asked to speak with Reece. I know you were scared of me latching onto him, scared of me creating a divide within our group, I know that’s why you came out, but I felt so isolated from everyone else in that room, I felt as though everyone was talking about me, that everyone thought I was a liar. I know you needed Tara, and I wasn’t going to be the person to drag you away from her to try and convince you of my truth, not there, not then. I liked to believe the truth was something you would eventually come to realise, and I was ready to wait until that happened. I know you have history with Reece, but you’ve got to remember that I have been best friends with him for three years, he’s like a brother to me, he knows more about me than he will admit to, things I have never told hi, things he just works out. Out of everyone in that room he was the person I was scared of losing most. Obviously I was scared of losing you but I had belief that it would all work out fine, with Reece I just needed to let him know that I wasn’t ignoring him because of anything he’d done; that there was stuff going on that I was upset about. I never specified what it was. But he knew.

All I said to Reece last night was that something had been said a while back that had resurfaced and you believed Tara over me, I wasn't even upset at this point, I had cried out all of my tears the night before, no emotion, no anything. He looked at me and said Aubrey I know she has said it to me. Who’s said it? and what? were the questions that were going through my head, was he implying that you had pre warned him about the situation? that was my initial thought. Then one word came out of his mouth that let me know we were on the same page. Tara. 

I told Reece when she had told me, what she had told me, I believed it was all a thing of the past, but knowing that it wasn't just me that had heard it, that I didn't have to fight by myself made me feel relieved, hence the tears. I would not pin them all on relief though, some of them were through feelings of hurt and disappointment. I thought all of this was a thing of the past, Tara had told me a while ago, and had since told me otherwise, so I presumed she had moved on. Imagine my shock when Reece told me it was still an ongoing thing, that she tells him every time she is at ocean without you, it has been acted upon on multiple occasions, she had tried to hold his hand on tour, she would tell him that he knew how she really felt, that she couldn’t say it because of you, but he knew. It hurt me enough knowing Tara had denied saying it but it was a while ago, but learning it was an ongoing thing stabbed me. In my head I was believing maybe she had forgot saying it, she forgets a lot when she is drunk, and I don’t blame her for it, but the adamant nature of her remembrance is what did it. It made it seem malicious, that just like you had thought of me that Tara had seen her opportunity and grabbed it to secure that gap between us, she knew you would believe her. 

If I knew the reason you wanted to talk to me was involving Reece I would have asked him to join instead of Kayla, as much as she does help. Kayla has been really good recently at helping me make distinguishes between my anxiety and myself, and coming to understand that I can be upset for a genuine reason, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. But I can’t help but think knowing what I know now that maybe this is why Tara wouldn't tell me what the conversation was about, so Reece wouldn't be there, so he couldn't confirm, but now he has, to me and to Kayla, and I don’t know what this means for me and Tara. 

When I believed this was a thing of the past I could forgive her, I was too hurt to talk to her for a bit, hence my expression of this, but I saw it as something we could work through, I liked to believe she had simply forgotten, but now knowing whaat I know I just can’t see it like this. I understand Tara has been very honest with us recently about what she is going through, and I respect her so much for it, the only time I get angered is when it was put forward by her that this means she fully understood my problems, because everyone is different and I would never even pretend to understand hers, but thats a personal matter. If this is part of what she is goign through I can grow to forgive. I know I havent alwaus made the right choices when struggling, and maybe this is it for her, and if it is I will stand by her with all respect and help as much as I can as she has for me in the past. But as for the moment I am hurting, as upset as I get I would never throw any of my friends under a bus because I just care about them too much, which has only made me realise that Tara didn’t care as much as I thought she did. 

I know you asked me about trust, and for Tara it was getting there, until tour it was. There was a huge change at boat ball which made me think I could trust her with my life, but I’m good at sensing actions, and although I couldn’t pin point it I knew there was something up in her actions towards me on tour. Now I know why. So as far as trust that is why I couldn’t sit at that table and say I have it there for her as I do for you, you have never done anything to make me feel otherwise. I couldn’t express trust for someone who had just accused me of making up a story to drive you apart, accuse me of a selfish act that I am not capable of. Trust is not there. I’m glad it isn’t. If it was this would have hurt me a lot more than it did. I’m not saying it can’t be built, I’m not saying I’m done. I just know that I need a conversation with Tara where she is honest with me before I can move on with this friendship. 

As for you you know my opinion is unchangeable. If anything was to happen in our friendship I would know it was something I had done to push you away and blame myself as you have only ever been there for me. I know you still need your space and I am more than happy to do that, and now I can do it calmly knowing that you know I haven't betrayed your trust and friendship. I hope to see you soon, and that things can go back to normal again, this time apart will do us both good but I hope it is still okay for me to speak to you when we are at training and things, just let me know when you are ready for me in your life again, no matter how long you need xxx

[nhcimaginesgbr]

maybe reece missing the birth of your first born together due to being on tour and the baby coming a little earlier than expected

You frantically called Reece as your mum rushed you to the hospital. “What the fuck is everything alright? Why did you call me seven times? I-“

“The baby’s coming, Reece.”

“Shit! Y/n I’m in Tokyo!” He shouted.

“I’m sorry I didn’t expect the baby to come this early. We had another week.” You doubled over in pain.

“Okay I love you. Please call me when the baby’s born. I have to go now. I’m sorry.” He was beyond guilty.

“I love you too.” You hung up as you pulled up outside the hospital.

Meanwhile Reece was a mess. He was stuck in a fit of rage, tears flowing from his cheeks.

“Reece! we need to go on stage in two minutes! Where are you!” Blake shouted angrily. “Woah mate you okay?” He grew worried when he saw his friend.

“Y/n is giving birth right now and I’m on the other side of the fucking world!” Reece exclaimed.

“Oh... oh my god!” Blake said. “Mate, calm down, okay? You can’t control it. Y/n has her family and yours too. We can tell Ben and joe to reschedule some dates do you can go see your baby.”

And they did just that. Reece rushed home a few days after and found you sitting on the sofa feeding your baby. “Reece?!” You were shocked.

“I’m not continuing the Asia tour. I need to be here.” He hurried over to the sofa. “Boy?” He asked as he saw the football blanket. You nodded. “Oh my god... can I hold him?”

“Of course. He’s yours too.” You handed him over. The baby started to cry but Reece rocked him in his arms.

“Shh, daddy’s here.” He cooed. “What did you name him?”

“I wanted to wait for you. I know we picked out names but I wanted you to see him first.” You said.

“Really?” Reece gushed. “Oh wow... erm... I guess we could just go for our first choice. He looks like a Louis anyway.”

“Perfect.” You smiled.

“I’m always gonna be guilty for not being there you know-“

“Reece as long as you’re here now that’s okay. It’s not your fault. We still love you just as much.”