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the new chapter Oo James knows about David Donnelly and Lara now?? Listen I know you might not but imagining Erin getting all hurt cause James was keeping things from her (cause she doesn’t know she’s crushing on him) lmao I’m a sucker for drama and idk what drama there can be with Lara and David yet cause their storylines are so different than the rest of the show I promise I’m excited for them too I’m just letting you tell me that story
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OMG SEASON TWO IS GONNA BE DRAMA DONT WORRY YOUR SOCKS OFF GIRLLLL XX
I feel like s1 is the build up and s2 is gonna have everything kick off
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New Chapter up of TEENAGE KICKS ⭐️
Its nearly at the end of Season One ahhhhh
#derry girls x reader#derry girls#Derry girls oc!#david donnelley#erin quinn#michelle mallon#clare devlin#orla mccool#james maguire
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Imagining that post 3x04 Michelle is raging to Lara about James and Erin kissing and Lara has to pretend she doesn’t know like she didn’t tell James to wise up and tell Erin how he felt (even though he could probably do better than her dicky sister) and that is so funny to me. Lara already knowing, Michelle finding out with the kiss and Clare and Orla still being clueless.
Literally putting this in my notes aaaa S3 is gonna be so much drama I swear ( I’m gonna pretend I’m not already half way through writing S2 and I’m just stuck with finding the energy to write ep5+6 of S1 😭)
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I hope your fic stays OC/David Donnelly cause we never see that in fandom it’s always James ships and I prefer David it’s much more interesting plus I ship Erin and James anyway and I think it would be funny if James asks Lara for advice but she just judges him for having bad taste
Yes ! I was trying to think of a way to get her to reject him later on but I’m definitely going to add this in xx 💕
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Homesick Part Two
“Good enough for London”
human!Fem!reader x platonic!EdwardCullen
summary : Y/n’s dad had been given a new job offer, meaning she had to drag herself half way across the world to a town that shame was positive rained more than London had.
Part One
Y/n woke up the next day at 6:30 am, determined to beat jet lag and also needing to prepare for waking up early again in a few days when the schools started up.
Today's jobs where a bit easier than yesterdays, having her little schedule wrote up that's she'd scribbled down and then rewrote out pretty on the plane. She was already ahead of yesterday, having only thought she would have enough time to make her bed. Luckily the flat pack furniture was a bit easier than she expected it to be.
She started the day by unpacking the parcels of bedding that she'd ordered to the house before they'd moved over. She'd opened the duvet, pillows and mattress topper last night and left them to air out overnight to save half the day today being wasted.
Her light pink, crushed velvet ottoman bed sat just slightly not on the wall, a small bedside table sat between in and the bedroom wall, a medium sized window starting at the end of the bed. Y/n would be the first to mention her lack of strength, which meant the first job of dragging the double mattress topper onto the bed took longer than it would've for most. She dragged on a black satin bedsheet before standing on the bed with the duvet and the dark red cover, using all her height to try and make the process easier.
Soon enough the teenager managed to wrangle the bed all together, folding the spare sets of bedding and dropping them to the corner of one of the ottoman draws.
Black satin pillows were thrown at the headboard of the bed, then the blood red duvet and then a bundle of cushions that Y/n usually ended up kicking off the bed before she slept anyway. The whole bed was pulled together with a leopard print throw blanket that matched her large leopard print fuzzy rug which her dad had picked up from a store in Seattle for her before she arrived.
The only furniture left to put together was the eight-ball beanbags she'd bought.
Once she'd admitted defeat and accepted that she was being moved to Forks Washington whether she liked it or not, she'd decided she was going to go all out on her bedroom and outfits. Plus, her parents felt horrible for moving her so she'd managed to get a few bonuses.
Kicking the leather beanbags into a corner, Y/n moved into the cardboard boxes for her home in London. She'd been convinced to get rid of most of her possessions by her mother. The words "you can always just buy new things when we get there" were going to be burned into her brain for a very long time.
The two boxes were carefully wiped of dust and unsealed with the scissors she'd left on her desk from yesterday.
It was just a few nicknacks, she didn't hold attachments to many things so the little she kept from England were carefully placed on the empty bookshelf in the corner. A few rolled up posters, a few book collections that her grandmother had gave her before the move, a few ornaments that she'd had from a baby and a few she'd found in charity shops and her prized CD collection and player.
It was quite a quick job, well it would've been if she didn't get distracted by the ornamental bells that she was organising for a solid twenty minutes.
After leaving her landline, a dark red lip phone, on her desk as a reminder to get her father to set it up when he got back from work, Y/n realised that if she wanted to get into some public appropriate clothes and do her makeup to go food shopping, she'd need to start unpacking her suitcases.
She let out a huff before flipping backwards onto her bed, the fresh covers crumbling around her tired body.
Her LED digital clock sat on her wall beside her bed, reading a miserable 11:46. Her friends wouldn't even be awake for at least another 4 hours.
Once again, she pushed herself to the large, hot pink suitcases that had been left behind her door when she arrived.
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When Harriet Grey went to go and check on her daughter in the morning, well nearly afternoon, she expected to find her daughter dying from jet lag like her, face still buried in her pillows and room still looking uninhabited.
Instead she found the girl with her face passed out in a half unpack suitcase.
The pyjama clad woman slowly shuffled over to where Y/n was sprawled up. Most of her wardrobe had been hung on hangers and place in the small walk-in wardrobe built into the bedroom. Her vanity had been organised with all her makeup, some of the draws left opening for Harriet to peek into.
"Y/n? Sweetie?"
Harriet had started to think that Y/n had suffocated on the socks her face had landed on, starting to leave to call an ambulance when she caught the crack caused by her daughter stretching her hand.
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"You don't think it's all... too much ?"
Y/n looked up from the zips on her pointed, heeled boots to where her mother stood with a worried expression plastered on her features.
"If it was good enough for London then it's good enough for this crummy little town."
The younger girl scrunched her features up as she finished zipping the boots that finished just before her knees, pressing down the fabric of the black micro mini dress as she stood up from the step she was balancing on.
"Well, the populations quite a lot smaller than London here Y/n."
She was met with a blank expression from her daughter, the girl flicking her hair over her shoulders as she shifted the leather blazer over her shoulders, moving to check her mobile was in her cherry red purse before they left the house for the food shop they desperately needed.
"That means that people talk. A lot."
"Mother. If everyone was scared of people talking about them Vivienne Westwood wouldn't have made it out of Chelsea. Now let's go shopping, last nights pizza was the start of a health kick for me."
The girl gagged slightly, forgetting how awful she felt after the grease dish, forced an end to the conversation with a dramatic hand clap, leaving the large and empty house to the driveway where her mother's shiny new Mercedes sat.
Behind her followed her mother, a tut and an eye roll as the older woman locked the double doors to the large, white panelled house. A bright flash of the lights told Y/n that the car was unlocked, leaving her to pull the passenger side door open and slide into the immaculate interior.
The drive to the grocery shop was much longer than Y/n had expecting.
"Another reason we should've stayed in England, everything's less spread out."
"Everything's more compact in London, the distance between places here is just a bit refreshing. You've got some lovely views here, and less air pollution. I know you value that."
The teenager rolled her eyes, slouching back into the seat more. "I also value my shoes and if I were to walk this distance their soles would be completely worn out."
Harriet bit her lip, a nervous habit she'd developed since she had to start convincing her daughter that the move was a good idea a year ago. "Did you know you can learn how to drive earlier here ?"
"I already know how to drive, dad taught me so I could pass as soon as I turn 17."
"Well then you can sit it as soon as me and your father find a driving teacher ."
The pale blonde woman gave a tight lipped smile, turning her head to focus back on the empty stretch of road.
"Yeah dad's already done that. I've got a test on Sunday so I can pass before school starts, it's way easier than the UK one too."
"Gave much thought to what car you want ? It seems like everyone here has trucks."
Y/n held back a snort at her mother's face at the mention of the popular vehicle around here. It was quite obvious that she didn't want a big pick up sat outside her new home.
"I was actually thinking about the new Audi a4 convertibles. Kate's sister got a silver one last year but they're bringing a red one out."
Harriet caught the begging stare that the miniature self was giving her in the corner of her eye. A unnoticed breath left her at the relief of not having a box with wheels next to her prized Mercedes .
"I'm sure your father could manage that one."
Part Three
Masterlist
#twilight#twilight x reader#edward cullen x y/n#edward cullen x reader#fem!reader x platonic!edwardcullen
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(Because I don’t have the mental energy to transfere this fanfic across to tumblr yet xx)
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#derry girls#Derry#derry girls x reader#Derry girls x oc!#Quinn!oc#erin quinn#orla mccool#Michelle Mallon#Clare devlin#James McGuire#David Donnelley
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Constant Complications
fem!reader x caius volturi
Summary : a short lil conversation <3
Warning : a few words of Google translated Italian
"Can you believe him !"
Y/n had to force herself to not let out a small laugh as she watched as her husband pace up and down the length of their bedroom, poision lacing his words as he ranted about Aro's decicions of that day's court.
"No darling, i can't."
“I mean, the Cullens have broke our main law, and he just lets them get away with it."
The blonde king paused his pacing, turning to watch Y/n calmly removing her makeup before reapplying it so it would be fresh for the next court opening in a few hours. She sat on her vanity stool, now applying mascara as he waited for her attention to be on him. It did remind her slightly of looking after a toddler.
Y/n placed the wand back in its tube and into the makeup bag before turning to him, waiting for his impacient self to start the questioning.
"Yes ?"
"You agree with me, right ? Even if you were at one time a Cullen, you agree with me ?"
“Of course I do Caius. You do well to remember that my loyalties lie with you and the Volturi, not my brother and his new covern."
His eyes softened as she pulled him closer, leaving a small kiss on his frowning features.
“They broke our laws and they should have been treated accordingly, but if Isabella is Edward's mate then she'll become one of our kind soon. We must maintain power by showing we do not kill irrationally."
"Of course." Caius stood, fixing his suit before moving to the other side of the room, Y/n furrowing her brows at his random leaving before carrying on with her makeup, finalising her look by fixing the ruby necklace which hung between her collarbones.
“Caius ?"
The blonde spun around immediately, placing his rings back into their box and giving his full attention to the woman facing him.
"Carlisle didn't know they were here, i'll be informing him next time we meet, he'll deal with them how he sees fit but i'll make sure it's proper."
"And when will that be ?"
A sour look filled the raging vampires expression, he wasn't a fan of his mate’s brother, after he left the Volteri in pursuit of his own covern, Caius lost what little respect he had for the doctor. If it wasn't for Y/n, the entire Olympic Covern would have been wiped out before it started.
"I'm not sure... but it should be soon, i haven't seen him for just over two decades, twenty three years. "
"That isn't that long."
She just rolled her eyes, pulling her cloak over her dress and giving him a small hug seeing how they needed to leave to the throne room.
"Maybe not for you old man, but i'm only three hundred and fifty eight."
"I'm not old, Cullen."
The use of her maiden name as an insult left them both holding back laughter.
"Scilicet."
A few months had past since the incident with her brother's covern and to say Y/n was shocked when a letter arrive in their post for her would be a lie.
"Oh what a surprise. A letter, from Forks."
The queen threw door between the chamber entry and her bedroom open, closing it just as quickly.
She found her husband to be layed down on their king sized bed, stareing up at the ceiling and probably deep in thought on new ways to hurt court arrivals. Her voice was heavily dosed in sarcasm which only intrigued Caius, popping his head up from the pillow. He was holding back his smile at the upcoming lecture about how ungrateful her older brother could be.
“What are the chances that it’s a thank you for saving his creations lives ?”
“Non Sunt.”
Her words came out like a growl, adding in the dramatic eye roll, the blonde could tell that his wife’s upcoming rant was going to be spectacular.
Y/n gave a roll of her eyes before dragging one of her long stiletto nails through the envolope top, acting like a knife.
Her eyes flicked over the inked words in less than a second, taking them all in before growling at the paper and throwing it at her husband.
“Fantastic (!)"
Caius took more than a second to read the page, pausing for a moment before looking up in a confused fashion. He flicked his eyes over it again, at least three times.
“I've never come across that language before. What does this say? How can you read that? "
"It's English Darling, doctor's handwriting. I've just become accustom to reading Carlisle's letters every so often."
She placed a kiss onto his forehead before laying him down again so she could lean on his chest, her brother tiring her out with just the letter. Oh if she could sleep so would’ve blacked out from exhaustion.
"Apparently someone is creating a newborn army in order to kill the Isabella girl, since their covern killed this woman, Victoria's, mate the other year to protect Edward's mate. A lot of mortals are becoming suspicious of the deaths and Carlisle asks if we can do anything about it."
The king let out a sound of complaint before muttering an annoyed "can't we just let them kill her ?"
She tried her hardest to push back the slime growing on her lips from his conclusion, lightly shoved his shoulder, a grin meeting her in reply. Y/n adjusting her head so she could look him in the eyes. They were turning black, reminding her that they both needed some food soon before they both ended up starving.
Caius slammed his head back into his pillow.
“I know Darling, but we have to maintain the first law."
She moved so she could run her nails through his hair, knowing he didn't want to be the one to have to go to his brothers to explain the current Seattle situation.
“I'll go inform Marcus of the news, should I ask him to send Jane and Alec ?"
Caius’ tired out eyes opened up from a slow blink, leaning closer to the comforting circles being threaded and swirled into his hair. His voice came out soft, a tone reserved for Y/n and Y/n alone.
“Felix and Demetri would be a better pair to go."
Caius mumbled before squashing his face under a pillow, hiding from his responcibilities.
Masterlist
#twilight#twilight x reader#volturi#volturi x reader#caius volturi#caius x reader#Caius volturi x fem!reader#caius volturi x reader#caius volturi fluff#cullen!reader
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Homesick Part 1
“Hello Forks”
human!Fem!reader x platonic!EdwardCullen
summary : Y/n’s dad had been given a new job offer, meaning she had to drag herself half way across the world to a town that shame was positive rained more than London had.
A thin layer of dust sat on the cardboard boxes. They'd only been there for a few days, sitting waiting for their owners to arrive in the once derelict house.
Beside the over-wrapped boxes sat more, newer cardboard boxes of various shapes and sizes.
"See, I told you everything would arrive fine."
The miserable teenager didn't change her facial expression, jumping slightly when her mother made her presence known.
"Worried over nothing y/n. You're gonna give yourself a stroke from all that one day dear."
The sixteen year old just gave a small hum in reply, walking further into the blank canvas of a room as her mother wondered off to explore more of the new house.
She didn't have too much to do, her dad had been there very for the few months before her and her mother to get the house half liveable before they arrived. He hadn't done much, just made sure the workmen had put new flooring were on the three levels and painted all the rooms a soft white base. He was far too busy with his new job to actually do the work himself.
That's why they'd moved over.
4846 miles.
Y/n didn't want to leave London, her exact responce to the proposal being 'are you off your head !?". All her friends were there, all her family. She literally had to pick up her entire life because of this promotion.
After a while of staring off into space, Y/n decided there was no point waiting any more of the day. She was jet lagged and dehydrated but she was determined to get at least her bed put together before the sun started to set, which was luckily quite a while away due to the time changes, something else that she was going to need to get used to.
She wondered back over to the doorway she'd been stood in a moment before, unzipping her carry-on bag to find her phone charger and the American plug adapter she had stashed away. She'd buy a new charger soon but this would work fine for the time being.
It took her a while to find a album she wanted to listen to, she had a bunch of perfect playlists burned but they where all in the cardboard boxes that she wasn't planning on unpacking until tomorrow which left her with too many decision and her iPod, leaving her to just press play on one of Britney's album and start dragging the new cardboard boxes to the middle of the room, using a pair of kitchen scissors her mother had left for her to slice open the packages.
"Y/n !"
The scream from outside her room broke the girl from her furniture k-hole. Her eye-line looking up from the vanity's draws that she'd just finished putting together, twisting to look towards the entrance to the room.
"What !"
“Dinner !"
She gave a small huff, wiping her hands on the black track pants she'd been wearing since the beginning of the 19 hour flight. She was too tired to change them before... and they're comfy.
As she went to stand up from her knelt position, only for her knee to disagree with the action.
She landed with a thump, her attempt to hold onto the wall for support failing.
"Y/n !"
“Yep !"
She stretched her legs out this time before trying to move, wondering down the dramatic staircase before reaching the room she'd heard her parents conversation in.
In the room was a pair of luxury sofas, a three seater with a corner that was in front of the window and a two seater opposite it, against the wall which lead to the half boxed up kitchen. The old wooden coffee table from their London home was sat in between the two, a small smile fell on her chapped lips at the small piece of home. It had been in her great-grandma's house before she passed and she had been worried that it would be one of the prices left in a charity shop or to another family member.
On top of the dark coffee table was a stack of pizza boxes, the only option since the kitchen was still empty other than its shell of an island and cupboards.
"Obviously this is just a treat, since the kitchens still empty."
"Of course."
Y/n slouched down beside her dad, ripping one of the lids off a box and dropping a slice onto the cardboard. Her mother's health freak serious tone was a direct contrast to her father's humorous reply.
“How's everything going Cherry Pie, your mum says you've been up there since you landed."
She looked over, hair thrown into a loose hair claw, a few strands having fallen out jurying her construction process. She finished her mouthful of crust, nodding before her reply could come.
"I've finished the bed frame, vanity and putting my walls up. Could you help me later getting my mattress on ? I tried but it's really heavy."
" 'course I can."
He was met with his daughter's wide smile. He knew this move was difficult for her. Not only because of all the change with her social life and the different continents obvious differences but also because of the schooling differences.
The sixteen year old had fought with her life to get the through the last four years of high school, finally finishing with top grades, only for the different school system to send her back for an extra two years. Luckily they'd been able to get her moved up a year with the academic differences between the English and American school schedules, but the point stood that neither of Y/n’s parents knew if she was going to be able to get through the next ten months with her emotions in tact.
part Two
Masterlist
#twilight#twilight x reader#fem!reader x platonic!edwardcullen#edward cullen x reader#edward cullen x y/n
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PERKS OF THE JOB
Elijah hewson x fem!reader
Summary : an interview leads to a phone call… and maybe more ? (I’m really bad at writing summary’s)
warnings : none ?
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“I don’t think-”
“That’s correct y/n, you don’t think. I think and you interview.”
She blinked for a second as the middle aged man carried on walking ahead, looking down at her clipboard and letting her features drop as she looked back over the questions she’d been given to ask.
“Y/n ?”
The snap off her boss caused her to hurry up, trying to navigate the loose floor of the muddy festival in the heeled black knee high boots she’d been ordered to wear by the company’s stylist.
When she finally reached the cameras, without falling over somehow, she was created by the four musicians and her boss’s agitated expression.
“Guys, this is y/n. She’ll be the one interviewing you today. So the interview is for YouTube but it’s going to be published on a range of our socials.”
Y/n patted down her skirt before shaking everyone’s hands, leaving her clipboard on her chair for later on.
“Well I’ll leave you lot to get to know each other, if anyone needs me I’ll be at stage two with Alisha.”
Y/n gave a nod, allowing the older man to walk away whilst clocking the mocking face two of the camera operators where giving. She struggled to not laugh, a small smile on her face as she turned to the band.
“Hiya, so as Harry said I’m y/n, before we even turn the cameras on I’d just like to apologise for some of these questions, I literally begged him to change them but he’s refusing and I’d like to keep my job so if there’s anything you’d like for me to bring up in the interview please let me know so I can say I just swapped a few over for ones you all preferred. ”
Ryan gave a laugh, the other three following behind soon.
“What kind of questions are they if you’re apologising for them ?”
“Well let’s just say, from this sheet it looks like I’m interviewing U2. No offence Elijah but I usually like to make sure that the questions are targeted to each band member rather than just focusing on one.”
The brunette gave a laugh, sitting down on one of the seats like he’d been directed to do by another equipment operator.
“No offence taken.”
Y/n forced the blush off her face before sitting down as well, adjusting the pathetic excuse of s skirt that the wardrobes had gave her. Whoever designed this outfit had clearly never been to a festival.
The office buildings where dull, just like the basic black suits that all the male staff wore.
Y/n poured out the boiled water into the two mugs whilst Alisha carried on with her latest story on her latest obsession.
“Wait do you think I can get Harry to pay for my Rolling Stones tickets. I mean it is for work.”
She handed the light blue mug over to the excitable girl before nodding her head,
“I mean I did with my Leeds tickets, but I was interviewing people after . I’d still ask, worst he can say is no.”
“True, we’re too good at our jobs for him to even threaten to sack us girly.”
She blew a kiss before leaving to her office, the glamorous ‘periwinkle blue’ suit she’d recently bought. The other interviewer remained in the office kitchen, holding the hot cup in her hands to try and warm them up before she went back to typing up a manuscript to go alongside her last interview with an upcoming band.
When she finally worked up the willpower to go back to the typing, one of the new interns ran up to her with a mix of worry and confusion on his face.
“Urm, y/n ?”
She looked over from her laptop with a smile.
“Hiya Louis, what’s up ?”
“There’s someone asking for you on the phone, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.”
“Oh yeah, did you take their name?”
Worry spread on his face before he shook his head.
“Ok, just put them through to my line.”
He gave a blink.
“Line 4?”
Another blink.
“Im avoiding this manuscript anyways, I’ll just come to the front desk Louis.”
It was almost as if he let out a held breath before she swizzled around all her half-projects and let him lead her to the phone that was being held. He left her to answer, moving the phone to the end of the desk so he could carry on with any clients waiting for the desk.
“Y/n Y/l/n, how can I help?”
“Hiya y/n, we just wanted to call and let you know we think you did an amazing job with that interview-”
Her eyes widened as towards the end of the sentence the strong Irish accent was pulled away and a crash echoed through the phone.
“Sorry about him, we don’t let him speak to the outside world for a reason. This is Eli by the way, in case you didn’t know.”
A faint “that hurt” could be heard from the other side and her lips curled up into a small smile.
“No it’s fine, I’m glad you liked the interview.”
“Yeah it was probably one of the best we’ve been in. I just wanted to check that you hadn’t been killed by your boss for changing those questions for us, but I couldn’t find a contact for you anywhere.”
“Oh yeah don’t worry about it, he was slightly annoyed but like Alisha says, we’re too good at our jobs for him to even threaten.”
He laughed slightly, Louis giving Y/n a confused look when he noticed her twirling the end of her hair with her finger.
“Good to know,”
He paused for a second, y/n unsure if she was supposed to speak again only for him to appear a moment later,
“Look I was wondering if there was any way I could contact you in the future, you know because we loved you interviewing us.”
“Are you asking for my number Mr Hewson ?”
The other side went quiet and y/n had to force herself to not laugh when all she could hear on the line was “mate you’re so bad at this.”
“Urm yeah? But in a professional context ?”
“Of course, of course. Don’t worry I’ll dm it to you on insta, it’ll be easier than trying to say it and messing up a million times.”
“Oh yeah, makes sense.”
“Okay, goodbye Eli.”
“Urm yeah, bye.”
“Let Robert know I said hi.”
The line cut just after she heard something being thrown.
Sometimes the job had its perks.
#inhaler#inhaler x reader#inhaler x fem!reader#Elijah hewson#Elijah hewson x reader#Elijah hewson x fem!reader#musicians x reader#interview fanfic
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can you please write more gene gallagher x reader (romantically) ? it’s soo good 🤍
I’m so sorry it’s been so long, I’m rubbish at actually writing things and I hope that this is romantic-ish enough. I don’t even know if it classifies as fluff but there’s a bit of cute relationships thingies in it … I think ?It’s a bit short but at this point I’m hoping that that’s better than nothing babes xx
sunlight
gene gallagher x starkey!fen!Reader
Warnings : none ? (not proof read)
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Y/n stumbled into the sunlight illuminated kitchen with a pair of her darkest tinted sunglasses over her eyes and a large T-shirt covering her pyjama shorts.
Her mother sat at the dining table with a scowl on her face as she threw the latest copy of The Daily Mail onto the table.
"Another ?"
Her voice came out grouchy and she slipped the dark glasses off of her face, exposing her eyes to the painful sun.
"Another !"
"It's bad ?"
The girl wasn’t given a verbal response and was left startled when her mother just scoffed and left the room, leaving her to check the front page herself.
"I'm heading to work !"
A pair of shadows appeared from the back garden, slowly approaching the twenty year old with a low whistle.
"Them journalists proper love to stitch you up , don’t they y/n."
She didn't even respond to her older brother as she skimmed her eyes over the horrendous article that had been wrote about her. The heading stood out to her, acid rising to her throat after re-reading it a few times.
Starkey starts Stripping
She didn't want to read the rest of it, having noticed nothing but sexual slurs written a few paragraphs down. She carefully strolled over to the kitchen bin and screwed up the front page, throwing the ruffled paper into the black bag.
Gene dragged himself and his girlfriend into the lounge, slouching them down onto the plush sofa whilst leaving Sonny by himself.
"Just ignore it, yeah. We all have outfit issues from time to time baby, she's just targeting you because you're the most interesting person in this group."
"We both know that’s a lie, and my mum’s gonna murder me."
Worry littered her features as she buried herself into his chest, his hoodie blinding her eyes from all the light of the room.
"She's mad at the journalists, not you, don't worry about that, AND you still managed to carry that whole outfit off when your top broke, which very few people can do .”
She looked up from his hoodie, arms loosening slightly from around him as she adjusted where she was sat, so her legs draped over his.
“I’m actually dating a style icon. Go me .”
The brunette pretended to flip imaginary hair over his shoulders, causing her to laugh and drag herself back into the face of his hoodie .
“You’re so embarrassingggggg!”
“I know.”
He kissed the top of her head lightly before adjusting where her legs where over his, eventually leaving his hand to rest on her thigh after. She just remained slouched into him, both of them hiding from the rest of the world as he tried to help her forget what she’d woken up to.
Y/n drifted off into a light nap with the circles drawn on her back and the soft sound of the tele being were turned on in the background.
She wasn’t ready to wake up, maybe in a few more hours when she could hope that that article had disappeared. Till then she’d stay buried into gene’s side in the pyjamas and no contact to the rest of the world.
#gene Gallagher#gene gallagher x reader#gene gallagher x fem!reader#gene gallagher fluff#London nepotism babies#starkey!reader#fem!reader
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omg i actually love ur gene fics they’re so good, honestly wish there were more fics about him 😩💗
OMD thank you sm xx I’m currently like one sentence it to about three fics which I really should finish 😭 but if you have any ideas or prompts you wanna see let me know ✨✨
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Hiya! Love your Robert Keating bits was wondering if you’ve written anything for the other boys? Would love to see what you can come up with for Eli ❤️
I would love to do more inhaler fics I’m just like stumped on prompts but if you have any ideas be sure to put them in my asks and I’d love to write them :)
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The links for getting older on ur masterlist don’t work
Really sorry that they weren’t working , I’ve updated them all now so there shouldn’t be any issues but let me know if there are, thanks for mentioning it :)
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oh my days I’m so sorry I didn’t realise most of the links weren’t working, I think they’re all fixed now but if there’s any more problems with it just lmk :)
dude you need to fix your masterlist
Hiya, what’s wrong with it ? No problems are showing up for me x
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If you're still doing the matchups
HP golden trio era
I'm short with brown hair and brown eyes. I'm a Taurus. I'm a Hufflepuff and halfblood. I love art, music and theater.
Hiya hun, okay so I had to check your profile to see what pronouns you used and saw that you like Neville and like I was gonna match you up with him because looking into things (I literally know next to nothing about signs so I had to look up traits) and I could 100% see you two together like I can’t really explain it but things just slot together yknow .
• like you both started crushing on earth other in like third year but nothing actually happened until fifth year
• you could both spend like hours just listening to each other ramble about your favourite subjects .
• neville started hanging out with you to begin with because one of your friends was partnered with him in herbology, all his friends spent a good year and a half muttering to each other about how you both need to just get together already instead of just admiring each other from a distance
YOU’RE JUST A SUPER CUTE COUPLE
I’m really sorry it’s super shorty but my brain isn’t really working atm and I’m also so sorry it took so long to get around to this and I hope you like it :)
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u teenge girls are stupid mfs shame to soiceity
that was unreadable my dude. also who hurt you💖
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