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windhamsrotunda · 2 years

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♡ Do You Love Me? - Alex Shelley (feat. Jay White) ♡

Pairings: Alex Shelley x Female! Reader x Jay White

Summary: Reader! is known to be Jay White's best friend on and off television. One night, on a special night of Impact Wrestling, reader does the unthinkable and turns Alex Shelley on, in which he seems to have a secret crush on her, too. In result, Jay White gets jealous by it.

Requested by: @cuttingedge708 ❤❤❤

Rating: M'ish | Warnings: Borderline Fluff turned into Smut (slow sex?) Turned into arguementative themes, Language, 18+.

Word Count: Not Counted.

It was a night to remember on Impact Wrestling. Jay White, also known as your friend, had a match scheduled that night.

"Good luck tonight, Jay. You deserve it right now," You praised your friend, who was sitting down next to you getting prepared for the big match he had.

"Thank you, Y/N." He smiled, hugging you right before he exited out of the backstage area.

You couldn't help but be proud of what he has accomplished over the past 5 years, including his Impact Wrestler of The Year nomination award, and many more.

"Hey Y/N," a hand was brought down upon your shoulder, behind you was Jay White, your best friend.

Of course you and Alex had chemistry behind the scenes, but this friendship was something special.

"Oh, hey Alex! I wasn't expecting you!" You slightly jumped from the unexpected visit from Alex Shelley.

"Course you weren't. I drove here to see my best friend." An expression of awe was written all over your face. At the moment, you were awe-struck that he drove all of these miles in order see you in presence. You could always count on your best friend Alex.

"You're crazy," You jokingly said as he laughed along with you.

Jay knew you and Alex had chemistry despite the fact he would get jealous over the littlest things ever, like spending more time with Jay instead of him. He was known to be the jealous type.

But Alex being a supportive friend meant the world to you, he probably doesn't know you've had a crush on him for gods sake! Should you tie the knot with him tonight and do the unthinkable? Or should you wait?

Alex Shelley was a hell of a man, and you knew it just by his confident walk every time he stepped foot in a room. He was a hot as fuck man, a full-course meal to put it in terms that he'll never understand.

Butterflies tugged at your chest, Alex was in the backstage room with you where the two of you sat.

He placed a large hand on your lap, you looked at him like he was doing something wrong-- but oh, Jay could never do anything wrong in that matter. He was Alex Fucking Shelley for fucks sake.

"Everything alright, Y/N?" He asked, you seemed to be in a daze as soon as his hand had rested onto your lap. "Y/N?"

Your eyes got lost into his, he gave a concerned look but soonly turned into a "I actually might be in love with you at this point and you just don't know it yet" look. Damn, this situation turned around quickly. From the situation being a normal yet every time you see him and you began to get butterflies fluttering in your stomach to a holy shit, this might be the right time situation.

His green colored eyes bored into yours, "If you need to, take your time answering. You're tense, I can tell something's up."

Damn, he knew where your mind was going. You bit down onto your bottom lip, while he waited patiently for an answer from you, a spark rushed through your body.

Fucking tell him already.

"Alex, I think you'll want to know this." You began.

"And that is?"

"I like you. More than a friend." You stammered, he smiled and chuckled at your nervous structure.

"The thing is, Y/N. I secretly like you too. Of course with that being, you're not just going to be my best friend, but my partner in crime."

He moved closer toward you, he placed a hand upon your hot flushed cheeks. He slowly leaned in to prepare to kiss you for the first time.

You didn't think about responding, you played along and kissed him back. His long skinny fingers unraveled in the strands of your hair, a minute shared kiss felt like hours kiss.

(SMUT WARNING AHEAD)

You pushed him further down onto the couch, straddling him in his lap while his hands were covering your ass, squeezing.

"Didn't know what you could be capable of," He whispered, a smirk potrayed on his face, followed behind a smack on your ass.

"Alex--" you vocalized, throwing your head back as he attacked your neck with deepened kisses, his hands pinned your arms above your head.

He flipped your back over so that he took you to your highest level, his bulge pressed against your inner thigh.

The palm of his large hand clamped over your mouth to prevent you from loud moaning, but damn he didn't even fuck you yet.

"All of those thoughts in the back of your head are now starting to come true," he teased, challenging you and he loved to watch you become a mess under him, which you were never like this with him.

"Alex--" you tried to speak again, but all of those thoughts like he was saying were a dream come true. Just think, the countless times of wanting to be with him, and him only. The numerous of times you fantasized about Alex Shelley was unpredictable -- of your wants and needs, you were the one who gave it all to him.

"Now he knows," You mentally thought, as the situation between you and him grew intense.

Alex's hand still remained on your mouth, while his other hand made its way to your stomach. He was such a tease, your first time with him was going to be something you'll never forget. The way he was being slow phased you, more of those "damn, fuck, shit," thoughts ran through your mind like a fast car driving 40 miles per hour.

The aspect of being caught by Jay White was bearing, Alex slowly slid off his pants, throwing them aside like trash.

You didn't want to ruin the moment and question him on why he was being this slow, oh my fucking god he's hot.

Alex took his time while you were left still in your clothing, he, however? he peeled his shirt off from his body revealing his shirtless form. The bulge in his pants began to appear big, you wanted to take over. How can you approach this without pissing him off..?

Finally, after a solid good 10 minutes of patiently waiting, it was your cue to take over. Not thinking, you put your hand in Alex's boxers to reveal his hard length. "Oh my fucking---" You stopped, and couldn't believe your very eyes on how huge he was.

"You like what you see?" He smirked, his arms resting upon the arm of the couch.

"Y-Yeah... I don't know how it's going to fit in me, though." What the fuck, Y/N?

He let out a laugh, "You'll have to see for yourself," right there, he hoisted you up from the couch and placed you onto his veiny shaft, beginning to slide you down onto it. A moan escaped from you, still unthinkable and how unbelievably good he was being to you when it came to your first time.

He bounced you on his shaft, grunting in response from your tightened walls.

"Fuck! You're tight," As they always say, as he mercilessly fucking you right on the burgundy colored couch in his locker room.

"Alex!" You cried, as his pace quickened and the thrusts became diligently harder, his strong arms held you above waist level, throwing your head back in return as you became soft.

He went to a maximum speed with jolting inside of you, as you were on the verge of coming, you gave out a warning signal by reaching his hair and grasping strands.

A surprised knock occured on the door, Alex threw you off of him before you came.

"Y/N?" Jay's voice from the other side of the closed door erupted, knocking three times.

"Fuck you want, Jay? I'm in the middle of fucking your best friend." Alex briefly said with no filter, a sour reaction came out of you.

"What the fuck, Alex!?" You blurted out, gathering your clothes that were left over on the floor next to the couch and quickly putting them back on right before Jay entered.

He stood in the doorway of Alex's locker room, with arms tightly folded against his chest.

"I heard what you just said," He spoke abruptedly ---- this is it, this is going to be the end of your fun.

You left the room with tears buckling your eyelids, not for a second you witnessed your friend Jay get into an arguement with your best friend, Alex. Unintelligible yelling could be heard, you ran as fast as you could out of the arena with your heart pounding out of your chest.

What is Jay going to think of me now...? You thought in the back of your thoughtless mind, getting in your car, and drove off leaving Alex Shelley and Jay White behind.

A/N: @cuttingedge708 I hope you enjoyed the fic, love!! I had fun writing this 💖 By the way, this is for everyone -- don't feel scared to direct message me or send out an ask regarding requests, questions, or any of that!

#alex shelley #impact wrestling #jay white #smut #impact wrestling smut #impact #alex shelley smut #alex shelley x reader #angst #fluff #wrestling fanfic #wrestling oneshot #wrestling imagine

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troop52 · 3 years

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do u !!! have any character theme songs for the troop boys? Like any songs you think really fits them (and why u think it fits)?

THATS A GREAT QUESTION!!

Before I get into it Im going to plug this collaborative Troop Playlist on Spotify, feel free to add onto it!! Continuing with my picks

I think a lot of the songs I associate with The Troop in general are just because I happened to listen to them around the same time I got into the book in the first place (So they could only be tangentially related BUT only if you squint hard) Example: Drunk by The Living Tombstone, cant really tie it into the story but in my mind its linked Some better, more fitting songs under the cut (Side note its LONGGG IM SORRY... Also its all YouTube links because some of these arent on Spotify :'^()

Disclaimer -Like 95% of my choices arent really a "These lyrics match up exactly 1 to 1" but more of an overall "the vibe/general idea its trying to capture lines up" type thing. If that makes sense.

Its Alright by Jack Stauber: Kind of self explanatory, I think its a perfect song for these guys. From "It's alright, I'm here, Everything's alright, Feels weird but calm, I wanna hear It's alright" to the whole sound of it- its all great. Equal parts distressing and sad with an almost eerie calmness to it. Despite it all theyre gonna be alright, right?

The Second Little Piggy by Worthikids: Another one that I think is sort of self explanatory- at least with the chorus. "If my brain turns to mush, If the shit hits the fan, Will you be my friend?" Kind of the falling apart of everything, specifically their relationships, in light of the incident.

Poor George by James Supercave: Another case of "listened to at the same time I read the book" BUT I was actually making a Troop PMV script with that song. I never finished it but maybe Ill revisit it... just for you

Cold Summer by Le Matos ft Computer Magic: I dont even think this takes place in the summer but the VIBES and also it came from Summer of 84, which is another good piece of murder boy media.

Treehouse by Alex G ft Emily Yacina: This is a Eef and Max type of song because they are bffs and thats final. Basic song because Im not creative, but I think its a nice heart to heart theyd have (with Eef doing the talking)

Fifteen Minuets by Nick Krol: On the flipside heres a song that goes with Eef and Maxs friendship fracturing, once again more from Eefs side than Maxs. THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGG

As far as songs for the boys as individuals hmmm thats a good one that I havent thought about as much...

MAX + The Ghosts by The Real Tuesday Weld: That survivors guilt... lyrics arent like a perfect match but I think it gets that sort of hollow feeling across. Hes haunted man... + Final Girl by Electric Youth: Ok its a little funny because har har Final Girl Trope but I mean HE IS ONE. ANd dont look at me its a nice song- "Others were gone, and you kept going on, You know they never really noticed, you were always different, One by one, They're all done, And you're the last one standing" + Going Grazy by Lonesome Wyatt and the Holy Spooks: HONESTLY this could go for all the characters but Im tagging it onto Max because hes the one who has to deal with the aftermath of losing everyone (sorry survivors guilt Max again </3) "Everyone's saying my mind is unsound, 'Cause I always see you when you aren't around" "They're gonna wrap me in a jacket of white, And lock me away in a room without light" is what cements it as a Max song for me

EEF + The Existential Threat by Sparks: Once again starting sad, I link this one specifically to his paranoia about the worms- especially with lines like "Can't they see the existential threat is on its way". Kind of exasperated no one else can see the danger (he thinks) hes in. + Wrecking Ball by Mother Mother: I know I know its basic but I cant help it!!! Eef anger issues arc we are shaking hands me too + Haunted by Laura Les: Eef struggles with people seeing him as "just like his father" and I think we can get some good angst out of this track if we keep that in mind. Especially the back half of the song with lyrics like "Do you think I'm frightening?" and "Mirrors shatter when I'm passing, broken glass and crashing" since he is just a reflection of his dad (to others at least). Also song good.

KENT + Goodbye Mr A by The Hoosiers: Mfw the disillusionment with authority sets in. I think the vibe fits when he had that little epiphany about how adults are fucked- not perfect but it gets the idea across me thinks. + I'm Gonna Win by Rob Cantor: Ties into his need to "win" aka be the best at everything, be in charge, all that jazz! Hell do whatever it takes to be successful, even if it hurts. That was a little emo + Toba the Tura by Forgive Durden ft Chris Conley: Not to be emo again but "They say you're gifted, well I just see a scared kid. They must have flipped it, your skills are latent. O, you snuffed the glow. Replaced it with coals. Threw away the throne... This mess that you've made, it's a six-foot grave. It's a home for your lonesome bones that remain. We'll disappear, but you'll stay here to rot" AND SO ON AND SO FOURTH representing his fall after it was revealed he was sick. He was referred to as "the uncrowned king" and was on top of the world but then POOF that all crumbled and it was made out that he basically deserved what happened to him. It would be fun to make a pmv of him with this song (Simplifying my thoughts a bit because Ive already written a LOT)

NEWT + I Earn My Life by Lemon Demon: Ok a little Kentcore but Im actually having a hard time coming up with songs for Newton so here we are, they can share. Newt existential crisis moment time I guess + Know How by The Crane Wives: POV Newt struggles with going through with the plans he makes to keep everyone safe (stopping Max from touching Kent, going back into the cabin, etc) "I am not brave, I am not brave, I keep my focus on what is safe, You drew a line, made up your mind, And now I'm struggling to realize" And also maybe struggling with his place in the group and as a person in general- all that living through his cousin thing. "I gotta wrap my head around, What my heart is telling me, I've been trying to drown it out, Just because I know what I am, I am supposed to do now, Doesn't mean I know, Doesn't mean I know how" + On The Outside by Oingo Boingo: Idk man. Hes on the outside lookin in!! Loner nerd!! Its ok though, we still love him

SHEL + Bad Blood by Creature Feature: The lyrics speak for themselves: "I can guarantee I will do evil things, The only way that you can stop me now, Is if you put me in the ground, Somewhere I'll never be found" + Frontier Psychologist by The Avalanches: Hinges on the fact that the principal or whoever was like "Your sons a freak" and Shels mom was like "HES PERFECTLY FINE" while Shelley was like dismembering an animal or something + Johnny by American Murder Song: The songs good but theres this ONE LYRIC that sucks so the link provided is an edited version and also a lovely Warriors oc video I think you should all enjoy and support <3 Anyway Shel would be Johnny I could see this song being a scene in the book. Field trip to Shels house and they find his murder garden

If anyone wants more for Im not opposed to making another post :^)

#SORRY THIS TOOK A BIT #I had to use my brainpower and I am very easily distracted #max kirkwood #ephraim elliot #kent jenks #newton thornton #shelley longpre #the troop #the troop nick cutter

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schrijverr · 3 years

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'Till Death Do Us Part

Part 6 out of 13

When Alex has to bring Philip to work, he and Thomas discover that they both have something in common: they lost their love. They form an unexpected bond and connection about this that grows into something more.

A medium burn with parental feelings about Philip and flowers.

On AO3.

Ships: Jamilton

Warnings: brief mention of trauma in regards to water.

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Chapter 6: Garden Daisy Means ‘I Share Your Sentiments’

Alex and Philip played in the park the next day. He pushed Philip on the swings, they tossed a ball back and forth, making Alex feel very stereotypical, so he taught Philip how to make flower crowns from the little daisies in the grass.

Philip was especially excited about making the daisy chains, telling Alex animatedly about making one at school tomorrow: “Yeah, Theo loves flowers, so I’ll make her one, because she is my bestest friend.”

“I’m sure, she’ll appreciate that,” Alex smiled.

“Are you going to make one for Mr. Thomas?” Philip asked.

Alex shook his head: “Probably not, buddy. I don’t think Thomas is much of a flower crown person, but it’s a sweet thought of you.”

“Why?”

“What? I’m going to need more context than that, Pip.”

“Why doesn’t Mr. Thomas want a flower crown?” Philip asked, looking heartbroken about it as he then also asked, “Is a flower crown not a fun gift for your bestest friends?”

“No, no, Pip, it’s a wonderful gift for Theo tomorrow, but are Theo and Thomas really the same?” he tried to do damage control.

Philip thought about it, then said: “No, but they both think my art is the coolest and they like hearing about dinos and Uncle Laf said Mr. Thomas really liked the flowers you gave him and that he was adorable over them, so he must like the flowers. Don’t you think, so Papa?”

“Uncle Laf said what?” Alex was unable to help himself, immediately backtracking, not wanting to involve his kid in that, “Never mind, not important. You make some really good points, Pip,” he had to acknowledge that, but he wasn’t giving Thomas a flower crown.

“I do?” Pip sounded excited about it.

“Yes, you do,” building up self esteem was good, “But Papa is probably not going to do that, because there are no flowers around the office and they will wilt if I make it now,” he wasn’t going to make Philip sad, so hopefully that would be enough.

Philip hummed thoughtfully, then shook off the entire thing: “I suppose you’re right.”

They went home soon after, eating dinner, before Alex read Philip a bedtime story. When Philip had drifted off, he gave him a kiss on the forehead: “Sleep tight, Pip. You’re going places.”

In return Philip snuggled closer into his pillow with a soft sigh. Alex smiled at the sleeping kid, before retreating downstairs, planning to work a bit on his essay about biphobia within the queer community.

He had written a few good paragraphs when his phone buzzed. He picked it up and smiled when he saw it was a message from Thomas: ‘Since you told me that if I wanted to pay so bad, I would have to ask you out and because I said I would, here is me formally asking if you have time next Saturday?

Alex giggled at the wording, before shooting back: ‘dork’

‘me and pip usually hang out on saturdays, but i think hercs free to babysit’

Thomas replied: ‘I was hoping to take you on a picnic, if Philip wants to come and you don’t mind, he’s more than welcome’

That was something Alex hadn’t seen coming. He would love if Thomas and Pip got along and it seemed Thomas was willing to spend time with his son, but he worried that the man had only offered out of guilt.

He took a quick screenshot and send it to Angelic, asking: ‘is this thomas being nice and awkward abt it even though he doesnt mean it?’

After a few seconds, she replied: ‘He wouldn’t lie about shit like that, now reply before he gets anxious about your silence’

‘yes, ma’am’

Alex quickly went back to the chat with Thomas and send: ‘ill ask if he wants to come, but iwould love to take you up on the invitation :D’

‘Good’

‘Talk to you tomorrow?’

‘yeah, see you then’

‘goodnight’

‘Sleep tight, Alex’

Alex sat for a moment smiling dumbly at his phone, looking forwards to tomorrow to see Thomas again as he got up to get ready for bed.

The next day, he quickly put his stuff in his office, before going to the break room, knowing that Thomas would be in soon and meet him there. It always took a few minutes, so Alex busied himself with making coffee, trying not to look at the door.

He was just taking his first sip when Thomas came in. Almost choking he managed to wave as he greeted: “Hi.”

“Hello, be careful there,” Thomas smirked, noticing Alex struggle with the coffee.

“Shove off,” Alex told him, finally swallowing the sip that had betrayed him.

“Nah, don’t wanna,” Thomas shrugged, making himself coffee, “How was your weekend? Did you get terrorized by Lafayette as well?”

“God, he got you too?” Alex asked.

“Naturally,” Thomas replied, “He was at my house first thing in the morning on Saturday, I think he had a notepad.”

“He is such an idiot,” Alex facepalmed.

“You’re telling me,” Thomas laughed.

“But no, my weekend was good,” Alex said after a pause, “I was over at Eliza’s on Saturday, she and Maria were watching Pip and on Sunday me and Pip went to the park. You?”

“Well, on Saturday I hosted Laf, unprepared, but it was alright,” he was not telling Alex he had been draped over the couch, dramatically recounting the entire night like a teenager, “Then on Sunday I read a bit,” and botheredJames about date ideas, which he did not appreciate, before bothering him about what would bea good message to send, which he also didn’t appreciate; he added mentally.

“Are you reading anything interesting?” Alex asked.

“Yeah, I’m reading Frankenstein, just a classic I never got around to,” Thomas answered.

Alex lit up and their conversation went on, discussing the want for bodily autonomy that Mary Shelley as a woman in that era must have had and how that was integrated into the book and how the story of being otheredcould be applied to other minorities today.

The rest of the week sped by like usual. Their lunches together had felt a bit odd at first like it had gained a deeper meaning after the date, but then Thomas had spilled his coffee and Alex had snorted and inhaled a few crumbs, so that had worn off quite quickly.

When Alex had asked Philip if he wanted to come with him and Thomas on a picnic the boy had been beyond excited, which made that easy for Alex.

Now was just the issue of making sure that they had a kite for Pip, the drawing of Mr. Thomas he had made and wanted to give to the man, and sunscreen on as well as a jacket with them, because the weather was mostly good, but there might be winds later on.

Thomas came to pick them up in his car, it was a bit flashy, but the normal amount of flashy for Thomas. Still Alex said: “Hi there, show off.”

“And proud of it,” Thomas just grinned back, before he could say anything more though, Philip came running out of the house, yelling: “Mr. Thomas, Mr. Thomas, do you know how to fly a kite? Will you fly it with me?”

“Wow, calm down, kiddo,” Thomas said to the kid clinging to his waist.

“Sorry, Mr. Thomas.”

“It’s okay, and you can call me Thomas if you want to, you know that, right?”

“But it’s rude to not call people Mister,” Philip frowned.

“Well, it’s okay with me, I am hereby giving you permission to call me Thomas,” Thomas told the kid gently, the whole Mr. Thomas made him feel old.

Philip nodded, then said: “Okay, Uncle Thomas. Do you know how to fly a kite?”

Okay, that was- that was an upgrade that Thomas was unsure of how to deal with, so he just ignored it: “Yeah, I know how to fly a kite. Do you have one?”

“Yes, it’s the bestest one, it gots all the colors of the rainbow on it!” the kid was clearly beyond excited about it.

“Wow, that sounds super awesome, kiddo.”

“What is also super awesome, is car safety,” Alex interrupted them, “I got Pip’s booster seat, do you mind if I put that on the backseat?”

“Of course not, need help?” Thomas answered.

“Nah, I’ve done this before,” Alex grinned.

With Philip’s booster seat firmly in place and the kid buckled in, they got into the car. Thomas holding Alex’s door open with a flourish, making Alex blush as he called him a dork.

“Not a dork, darlin’, just Southern hospitality,” Thomas winked at him, letting his accent coat his words heavily.

And with that he closed Alex’s door and got into the car, driving off in the direction of the nearby park Alex often visited with Pip.

After they arrived Alex got Philip out of the car, while Thomas grabbed Alex’s bag andan actual basket out of the back. When he noticed Alex staring with a raised brow, he shrugged: “You were cliché, so I thought why not.”

“It’s very picturesque.”

“Papa, what is pictuu- pictuu- that word?” Philip asked.

Breaking the eyecontact with Thomas, Alex explained: “Well, sometimes things look just like a picture, they’re put in on purpose to be pretty, like with a drawing. So, we call it picturesque.”

Philip hummed thoughtfully, before he said: “Okay, can I go on the swings?”

“Sure, buddy, but first we go find a spot to sit and maybe eat something, okay?” Alex said, taking Pip’s hand, holding his other out to Thomas with a raised eyebrow.

Thomas took it with a smile, leading them to a spot near the little pond in the park, where a tree provided both shade and an easy marker to find it again if Philip wandered off on his own, which Alex was grateful for.

Out of the basket came a checkered blanket, which made Alex laugh as he and Thomas struggled to lay in down in the wind. But there were also sandwiches, orange juice, brownies, fruit salad and a thermos with coffee.

“Wow, you thought of everything, didn’t you,” Alex whistled.

He got an eye crinkle smile in return as Thomas said: “I try,” before turning to Philip and asking, “What sort of sandwich do you want, kiddo? I got PB and J, ham and cheese and one with chicken and eggplant.”

“May I please have a PB and J sandwich?”

“So, polite,” Thomas commented, handing him the sandwich, “Here you go. Alex?”

“Uhm, can I have one with chicken?”

“Of course, there you are,” Thomas handed him a sandwich, before taking a chicken one as well, nodding a cheers to the others before eating it.

It wasn’t really quiet while they ate, neither Alex nor Philip had a talent for keeping their mouths shut while Thomas was comfortable enough to mix himself into the conversation, either to argue fondly with Alex or to encourage Philip to keep going.

When most of the food was gone, Philip asked: “Can I go on the swings now, Papa?”

Alex checked if the swings were in sight, they were actually quite close and since he was trying to let Pip be more independent, he nodded: “Yeah, just be sure to stay in sight and to come tell me if you’re going somewhere else, okay?”

“Okay, Papa.”

“Can you pinky promise me?” he might be trying to let Pip be more independent, but he still worried about his son.

“Pinky promise,” it was adorable how serious Philip looked while making the pinky promise.

Then Philip skipped off to the swings to play. Alex watched him closely until he got there, then a few moments more just to be sure.

“It’s incredible to see how much you love him,” the comment startled Alex for a moment and he asked: “Wha?”

“Just- you love Philip so much and you can see it every time you two interact,” Thomas explained, “It’s kinda amazing to see. You know, with a big family it wasn’t all that one on one, so seeing how much attention you give him is weird – in the best way of course.”

Alex blushed, no one really every complimented his parenting much, with the trans thing and the single parent and the busy job, most of the PTA moms looked down on him, so it was refreshing to hear: “Oh, uhm, thanks, really means a lot.”

“No problem,” Thomas smiled, “Coffee?”

“Yeah, thanks,” Alex held out his cup and watched it get filled, nodding to Thomas gratefully as he took a sip.

It was quiet for a moment, then a thought popped into Thomas’s head, making him a bit unsure and he asked: “Philip is calling me Uncle Thomas, you okay with that?”

“As long as you are. Pip’s never had a conventional family, I’m not sure he knows exactly what the word is supposed to mean, so he just calls adults he knows well that,” Alex explained, before quickly adding, “If you want him to stop, I can talk to him.”

“Oh, no, I don’t mind – honored, actually – just, you know,checking in.”

“Okay.”

Then it was quiet again. They both stared at the little playground where Philip was now playing tag with a few other kids, obviously done with swinging on the swings.

The sun was out and there were birds in the trees that were chirping, they were sitting on a checkered blanket, nearly completely leaning on one another and Alex was enamored by how picturesque this actually was, even if it had been teasing before.

He remembered Thomas complimenting his date and how relieved and excited that had made him, so he leaned more into Thomas’s side and softly said: “This is pretty amazing, thanks for asking me out again.”

Alex couldn't see it, but Thomas grinned as he replied: “Well, I am glad for inviting you, the company makes it much better.”

“How romantic,” Alex told him, trying, and failing, not to be touched by the comment.

“I try,” Thomas merely replied.

“So,” Alex looked around for something to talk about when he spotted the daisies in the grass and was reminded of his trip to the park with Pip last week, “opinions on flower crowns?”

“What?” Thomas sounded very confused.

He sat up straighter and plucked a few flowers, making a chain and holding it up: “Opinions on flower crowns?”

Thomas laughed for a second, then saw Alex’s face andexclaimed: “Oh my God, you’re being serious.”

Alex laughed too, before schooling his face into a more serious expression: “A trustworthy source told me these are very great gifts.”

“Oh, and who might that source be?” Thomas challenge.

“Well that would be my very own flesh and blood, Philip Hamilton, UncleThomas,” Alex emphasized the title teasingly.

Thomas grinned: “Oh, you should have said so, can’t argue with such an esteemed member of society.”

They both laughed again as Alex plucked more daisies and made a flower crown. It might have been a bit of a joke, but he had never known when to stop and he wasn’t going to start now, so he concentrated on braiding the flowers together while Thomas watched with an amused smile.

“Here, a pretty flower crown, for a pretty boy,” Alex said, handing Thomas the flower crown, taking much delight in how he had a front row seat to a blush blooming over Thomas’s entire face.

Mutely Thomas took the flower crown, mentally trying not to die at Alex’s face and words, which was really hard.

“Well, aren’t you going to put it on?” Alex asked, it was kinda mean to tease at this point, but he couldn't help it when Thomas looked like that.

“Ye- yeah, naturally,” Thomas managed, putting the flower crown on as he regained his bearings, “So, how do I look?” his voice was still a bit squeaky.

“Ah, just like I thought,” Alex smiled, “beautiful.”

“You can’t just say things like that, Alex,” Thomas tried to hide his face.

“Yes, yes, I can. I don’t know if you know this, but I’m kind of known for always speaking my mind and being honest. Can’t help it if it’s true.”

“I hate you.”

“I sure hope that’s not true or this is going to be awkward.”

It was a teasing reply, but both stilled for a moment, before Thomas slowly and softly said: “No, I- I didn’t mean that, you’re- you’re pretty alright.”

“Pretty alright… Hm, I’ll take it,” Alex was smirking, trying to play off the fact that his heart was beating like a marathon runner’s as relief flooded through his veins.

Thomas shoved him over and said: “You’re an idiot.”

“Now that- that I already knew,” Alex grinned, before getting up and looking back to the playground to check in on Philip.

He didn’t have to search much, because the boy was just running their way, yelling: “Papa, Papa, I slayed the dragon.”

“Wow, really buddy? That’s so cool,” Alex caught him as the kid practically tripped into his arms as he gestured wildly while recounting his epic encounter with a dragon and a witch and some fairies who were ‘the coolest, Papa, you should have seen then, they went pow pow and it was so cool.’

Then he spotted Thomas with the flower crown perched on his head and he smiled widely: “Did you give Uncle Thomas a flower crown like I said, Papa?”

“Yeah, I did, Pip. You were right, it was a great gift.”

“I have to agree, you have way better ideas than your Papa,” Thomas budded in.

Philip’s smile widened: “Really? I think so, but Papa is an adult and people always say adults know better.”

“Well, in some instances, adults have more experiences so they can make better decisions, but that doesn’t mean they’re always right,” Thomas said, “Kids can have interesting ideas too. Think of it like painting, experiences are different colors, but you don’t need every color, you can just make a more elaborate picture with more.”

Alex watched as Philip took a moment to think about it, before he nodded in understanding and saying: “So, I may not have all the colors yet, but I can make a good picture?”

“Yeah, exactly,” Thomas was grinning so broadly that Alex was going to loose his mind with how much he adored Thomas and Philip interacting and how fucking cute it was.

Suddenly Philip’s eyes lit up and he said: “Papa, I forgot to give Uncle Thomas his picture.”

“You can give it now, buddy,” Alex told him, reaching over to the bag he brought himself and digging through it.

“My what?” Thomas asked in the background.

“I made you a picture,” Philip was bouncing in place waiting for Alex to find it. When he did, he handed it to Pip, who in turn handed it to Thomas.

“It’s you,” he said, “You’re all purple, because you like purple like me and you have big hair like Uncle Laf and Uncle Herc do, though Uncle Herc’s is smaller and I gave you a book and a laptop ad then I thought planes would be cool, so I added those.”

“Wow, Philip, this is amazing,” Thomas said, “I feel like I should donate it to a museum, but something is missing for that.”

“What?” Philip’s face fell slightly.

“I need it signed, can’t have a masterpiece and forget who made it. What if you get famous? I want to be able to brag that I got an original Philip Hamilton drawing,” he dug around in his pocket and got out the purple pen he used to sign things when he was annoyed at Washington.

Philip took it excitedly, messily scrawling his name at the bottom, before handing it back: “Here, for you.”

“Truly, I’m speechless,” Thomas said, “I’m going to have to frame this.”

“You will?” Philip’s eyes were as big as plates.

“I am a man of my word and I promise,” Thomas told him, holding up a pinky. He had alreadyfigured out that promise meant the most to Philip at this age.

Philip happily interlocked their fingers, before Thomas carefully put the drawing away. Once it was gone, Philip asked: “Can we go kiting now?”

“We first have to put it together if you want to do that, so while I do that why don’t you drink some more juice,” Alex said, already pouring juice in a cup for Pip.

“Thank you, Papa,” Philip started drinking happily.

He struggled with putting the kite together, but luckily Thomas had more experience in putting together kites, citing his big family. So, they had it assembled by the time Philip had finished his juice.

Alex forced Philip to eat a brownie too. It might not be the healthiest, but he wouldn’t let Philip run around on an empty stomach if he could help it.

“I have no clue how to do this,” Alex confessed holding the kite. He had bought it on a whim in the supermarket about twoweeksago. However, he had no childhood memories to draw from on how to do this.

“Fortunately for you, I do,” Thomas said, taking the kite from him, “Here, let me take this.”

Alex gladly gave the task away and watched as Thomas gave Philip the handle of the kite and instructed him on what to do as he threw the kite into the air.

Philip whooped when it stayed up and Thomas cheered as well. Alex took out his phone and sneakily took a picture of the two, before cheering as well.

He flew the kite for half an hour before it went wrong. It was nothing big, just a sudden gust of wind that ripped the kite from Philip’s small hands and carried the kite away from them until it dropped into the water.

They looked at the kite for a second, before Philip turned to Alex with big eyes: “Papa, we have to save the kite.”

Looking at the water, Alex shuddered before he replied: “I’m sorry, Pip, but I can’t retrieve it for you. I think you’re going to have to say goodbye to the kite.”

“I can go get it, please, Papa,” there were tears gathering in Philip’s eyes.

In his mind images of Philip drowning flashed and quite harshly he said: “No!” cringing as Philip startled slightly. In a softer tone, he repeated: “No, Pip. You can’t swim, I’m not letting you in the water, because it’s dangerous and your clothes will get wet.”

“But- but the kite,” Philip argued.

“It was an accident, but we lost the kite,” Alex tried to break the news gently.

They were distracted by Thomas, who said: “I can go get the kite.”

“What?” “Will you do that, Uncle Thomas!”

“No, I can’t ask that of you,” Alex said, “You’ll ruin your clothes and it’s in the water and it might get cold later, it’s too much to ask.”

“I’ll be fine, Alex. Unlike Philip here, I can swim, so it’s fine if I fall. And this isn’t a natural pond anyway,” Thomas explained, “It’s made to trap rainwater so the neighborhood doesn’t get flooded, but because it’s in a kids park, it’s shallower. I don’t think my shorts will get wet.”

“You really don’t have to do this,” Alex pressed again, making sure that Thomas didn’t feel obligated just because Philip would be mildly upset about it.

“I know,” Thomas smiled as he sat down to toe off his shoes and socks.

Before he stepped into the water, he looked at Pip and seriously said: “Can you watch over our spot and your Papa for me while I go rescue the kite?”

Philip nodded, equally serious: “With my life.”

“Good,” Thomas chuckled, then set his first step.

He had been right about the depth of the pond and got to the kite without any difficulties. More onlookers had turned their attention to the water, but Thomas tried to ignore them as he saved the kite.

Returning to the shore he handed it to Philip, who beamed: “Thank you so somuch, Uncle Thomas.”

“No problem, kiddo, though I don’t think we can kite any more with the kite all wet,” he replied.

“That’s okay, I can still swing,” Philip said.

As the kid ran off again to play, Alex turned to Thomas: “Really, thank you, you didn’t have to do it, but thanks.”

“Did you see Philip’s smile? Worth it, really,” Thomas assured him.

Alex smiled, he didn’t think his heart could contain all the affection he had for Thomas in that moment, so he just hugged the man and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Thomas gently touched the spot Alex had kissed before smiling like he was the happiest man on earth, which only made Alex scream more internally.

They returned to their blanket and watched Philip play. After a few minutes of silence, Thomas lightly said: “So, water. Not a fan?”

“Ah, no, not really,” Alex replied, not sure on what to say.

“You don’t have to tell me, just good to keep in mind,” Thomas told him gently.

“Oh, no, it’s okay, just not something I talk about much,” Alex shrugged.

Thomas repeated: “You don’t have to tell me, really.”

“I know,” Alex assured him, “You know how I’m an immigrant, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I come from the Caribbean and uhm- You see, there was this hurricane that hit my island when I was seventeen. It’s- uh, it’s not something I’d recommend living through,” he told Thomas.

“Oh wow, I remember that being on the news,” Thomas felt like he had maneuvered himself into an awkward position. He was bad at comfort, with John he could relate, but here he was way out of his depths.

“It’s okay now, I got over it- mostly,” Alex shrugged, trying to move on, “Just don’t like water or storms that much.”

Thomas nodded, staying quiet. Instead he slung an arm over Alex’s shoulders and let the man snuggle close as he stared off in the direction Philip was in, though Thomas wasn’t sure if he was seeing much, so he kept an eye on the kid just in case.

After a moment, Alex asked: “Do you have one of those brownies left?”

“What? Huh, oh yeah. Here.”

“Thank you, these are amazing.”

“Why thank you, I made them.”

“You did?”

“You don’t have to sound so surprised.”

“I’m not,” a beat, then Alex said, “Well, I am, but it’s more pleasantly surprised than anything else. I didn’t know you baked.”

Thomas was glad for the change in topic and that the atmosphere hadn’t been ruined by his comment. So he replied: “It’s calming, repetitive and you have something nice at the end.”

“Never pegged you to be a stress baker,” Alex commented.

“According to Jemmy it’s one of my more redeeming qualities,” Thomas joked.

Alex laughed: “James is good in pinning people, I’ll take his word.”

“He thought you to be annoying and a dick, so I don’t think you wanna do that,” Thomas raised a brow at him.

“Schematics,” Alex waved his hand, “And in my defense, I was annoying back then, maybe even a bit of a dick, butI just aged like fine wine.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“I thought you were supposed to be on my side.”

“What can I say, I’m a man of many faces.”

“You’re a dork, that’s what you are.”

“Maybe so,” Thomas smirked, before looking over to the playground again. Philip was going down the slide, before running around with another kid. Thomas said: “He looks like he’s having fun.”

“Yeah, yeah, he does,” Alex agreed, snuggling closer into Thomas’s side.

Thomas planted a kiss on the top of his head and Alex was pretty sure he was one day going to melt out of affection.

Philip stopped running for a moment, to turn to them and wave excitedly. Alex waved back and so did Thomas. Alex couldn't stop the smile on his face, this was nice, so much nicer than he ever thought he was going to get after John’s death.

He send a quick look to the sky, slightly wistful, before fully draping himself over Thomas, earning a not-that-offended offended squawk that he ignored in favor of draping even more until Thomas gave in and let them both topple over.

Alex vowed that he was going to try to hold on to this for as long as possible.

I am not a parent btw, I feel like I should have stated that early, also don’t take this fic as parenting advise. I try to write Good Parent!Alex, but that doesn’t mean it will be entirely, bc, again, no experience in this field.

Btw, Philip not understanding Uncle and Auntie and being over at the other’s houses so much is a concept I love, bc it’s a very queer way to raise a kid. Sure, Alex is his primary care giver and dad and stuff, but a village raises a kid and- ugh, I love found family dynamics.

Also this is getting incredibly fluffy, I was worried this was going to be too dark for me with my other fics, but no within a few chapters the angst has made place for this. Love that for me *gay peace sign*

#RR writing #tw: trauma mention #Hamilton #Hamilton AU #alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson #philip hamilton #Jamilton #'Till Death Do Us Part #'Till Death Do Us Part Part 6 #'Till Death Do Us Part AU

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mermaidsirennikita · 4 years

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books (in the time of corona)

PART I: ADULT EDITION

Let’s get real--we’re all going fucking insane.

Therefore, I’m recommending some books with which you can kill time. I’m breaking them into categories--the romance category including several subgenres but by and large covering books that focus more heavily on the romance than anything else. These will all be adult books; I’m doing a separate page for YA recommendations.

I’ll be adding to this list as I finish books that I feel belong here.

ROMANCE

A Knight in Shining Armor by Jude Deveraux. A young woman is abandoned by her scoundrel of a boyfriend, only to find a literal medieval knight in shining armor. Pure 80′s cheese, a classic in the time travel subgenre long before Outlander ever happened.

The Circle Trilogy by Nora Roberts. Six sexy people, three men and three women in Roberts fashion, travel across time and parallel dimensions to fight an evil vampire and her undead army. Come for three fun romances, stay in particular for the “virgin bookworm queen captures the heart of the formerly evil 1,000 Irish vampire” ship.

The Hating Game by Sally Thorne. Rival coworkers who’ve always hated each other compete for the same job--until maybe? They start? Hooking up?

From Lukov with Love by Mariana Zapata. A down on her luck singles figure skater pairs up with the pairs champion she’s always despised... Unless they in fact, in a STUNNING TWIST, do not hate each other?

Pestilence by Laura Thalassa. A BIT ON THE NOSE RIGHT NOW, but I promise that this tale of a hot virgin Horseman of the Apocalypse spreading his plague and the one woman brave enough to fuck him is WORTH IT. As is the sequel, War.

My Lady’s Choosing by Kitty Curran. A literal choose your own adventure novel, but the adventures bodice ripping Regency romance plots!!!

The Kiss Quotient by Helen Hoang. A sweet and smart woman on the autism spectrum hires a male escort to teach her to be good at sex. Shit goes DOWN from there.

The Flatshare by Beth O’Leary. She works days; he works nights. She needs a cheap place to stay, and he needs a roommate. So they share a flat and even a bed (sleeping on opposite sides and never at the same time) only communicating through post-it notes throughout the apartment. What could go wrong?

Marriage for One by Ella Maise. She can only get her inheritance if she’s married. Good thing a glacial attorney has offered to marry her out of nowhere, only for paper purposes. What could go wrong???

The Worst Best Man by Mia Sosa. Lina is a wedding planner who was left at the altar. Max is the younger brother of the man who left her, and apparently convinced him to do the leaving. What happens when they work together?

Get A Life, Chloe Brown by Talia Hibbert. Chloe suffers from a chronic illness, which means that she’s never had a life--and so she compiles a list that will help her get one. On the list? Meaningless sex. Which she won’t have with her building’s superintendent, even though he’s really down to help her cross off all the other items, riiiight?

HISTORICAL FICTION

Passion by Jude Morgan. The dramatic and intense height of Romantic England, told from the perspectives of Caroline Lamb, mistress of Lord Byron; August Leigh, his sister and lover; Mary Shelley; and Fanny Brawne, fiancee of John Keats.

Girl with a Pearl Earring by Tracy Chevalier. Impoverished Griet becomes a maid in the household of the painter Vermeer, becoming his muse after he realizes that she has a natural eye--much to the dismay of his wife.

Snow Flower and The Secret Fan by Lisa See. In nineteenth century China, best friends Lily and Snow Flower follow each other through emotional and cultural revolutions, communicating through the secret language of fans.

The Memoirs of Cleopatra by Margaret George. Cleopatra recounts her life story, from her earliest memory, through her affairs with Caesar and Antony, and her end.

Mistress of Rome by Kate Quinn. In Domitian’s Rome, a Jewish girl rises from the position of lady’s slave to the emperor’s mistress through wiles and scheming.

The Tiger Queens by Stephanie Thornton. The rise and fall of Genghis Khan’s empire, as told through the women of his family--from his favorite wife to a clever daughter-in-law.

At the Water’s Edge by Sara Gruen. A socialite follows her incompetent to Scotland as he struggles to find the Loch Ness Monster and redeem his ancestor’s name--finding herself and questioning her life in the process.

A Year of Ravens. A collection of short stories by different authors, all centering on Boudica’s rebellion through the eyes of her countrymen and her enemies.

Feast of Sorrow by Crystal King. A slave becomes a chef in the treacherous household of a social climber struggling to gain the favor or Caesar August.

Fatal Throne. Six authors tell the stories of Henry VIII’s wives, all from their differing perspectives.

Daisy Jones and The Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid. The rise and fall of a 1970s rock band is charted through the recollections of its members--as they recall what drove them apart, and in particular the intense relationship between the leader singers.

THRILLERS

The Girl in 6E by A.R. Torre. A woman with murderous impulses locks herself in her apartment to keep the public safe, making a living as a camgirl. She’s left torn between morals and impulse when she begins to suspect that one of her “fans” is dangerous.

Little Deaths by Emma Flint. In 1960s America, a single mother finds her personal life and image called into question when she’s accused of murdering her two young children.

My Sister, The Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite. A nurse covers up her beautiful sister’s murders, only to be caught between loyalties when the doctor she loves falls for said sister.

The Last Mrs. Parrish by Liv Constantine. A plain “nobody” transforms herself in order to steal a high society housewife’s husband, only to deal with more than she bargained for.

The Wife Between Us by Greer Hendricks and Sarah Pekkanen. A woman obsesses over her ex-husband’s new fiancee, leading her to disturbing lengths.

The Other Woman by Sandie Jones. After meeting her ideal man, a woman must contend with his possessive mother, who will do anything to maintain her hold over him.

Something in the Water by Catherine Steadman. A couple on their dream honeymoon find something in the water that will change the course of their life together.

The Au Pair by Emma Rous. The day Seraphine and her twin brother were born, their mother flung herself off a cliff and their nanny disappeared. Decades later, Seraphine discovers a photo taken of her parents just before her mother’s death--with only one baby. The only person who holds the key to the mystery? The au pair.

My Lovely Wife by Samantha Downing. A couple keeps the spark alive through murder.

Lock Every Door by Riley Sager. A young woman takes a job apartment-sitting in a high-end Manhattan building. Shortly after she befriends another sitter, the girl goes missing--with everyone else acting like nothing is amiss.

The Wives by Tarryn Fisher. Thursday is one of her husband’s three wives, though she’s never met the other two. When she finally does meet the third wife, she discovers a woman far different from what she expected--and covered in bruises.

FANTASY/SUPERNATURAL/HORROR

Daughter of the Forest by Juliet Marillier. Sorcha is the youngest of seven children in medieval Ireland. When her stepmother curses her six older brothers to live as swans, Sorcha agrees to weave them shirts of painful thistles, all the while remaining silent, to break the spell.

Black Pearls by Louise Hawes. A collection of dark fairy tale retellings.

The Incarnations by Susan Barker. A man receives letters from an anonymous source, detailing his supposed past lives throughout historical China.

Girls Made of Snow and Glass by Melissa Bashardoust. A dark Snow White retelling, with a stepmother whose goals extend far beyond the princess.

Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo. Alex Stern is discovered as the sole survivor of a brutal multiple murder, and is promptly scooped up by a group charged with monitoring the occult societies at Yale. Now disguised as a university student, Alex must figure out who’s been murdering locals, while also hiding what happened the night she lived.

The Silent Companions by Laura Purcell. A young widow in Victorian England is sent to her husband’s country estate to wait out her pregnancy, and is not alarmed to discover a “silent companion” (a painted wooden figure) in the house. But when the figure’s eyes begin following her, she is sucked into a history beyond her imagination.

Circe by Madeline Miller. The story of the woman who would seduce Odysseus, from her beginnings as a plain witch born of Helios and a mother who couldn’t care less. A classic rise to power story.

CONTEMPORARY LIT

Erotic Stories for Punjabi Widows by Balli Kaur Jaswal. Down on her luck Nikki takes up a job as a creative writing class instructor for the Punjabi widows in her West London neighborhood. It turns out that the widows thought she was there to teach them to write in English--which leads to the class becoming a place for them to share their stories orally instead. And it turns out that they’re a bit... erotic.

An American Marriage by Tayari Jones. Upwardly mobile newlyweds Celestina and Roy have their lives upended when Roy is falsely accused of a terrible crime and sent to prison for twelve years. When he’s released early after five, he returns home to find that Celestina has changed completely, and their marriage is entirely unknown.

Stay With Me by Ayobami Adebayo. A young Nigerian couple has always been against polygamy; but after the wife fails to get pregnant, her in-laws show up on their doorstep with a second wife.

NON-FICTION/MEMOIR

Harem: The World Behind The Veil by Alev Lytle Croutier. An examination of the Ottoman Empire’s harem culture, focusing on the women within.

Love For Sale: A World History of Prostitution by Nils Johan Ringal. Not really a GLOBAL history of prostitution, but a good introduction starting with ancient times and going into the cases of more recent madams in America, with a strong case for legalization worldwide.

Georgiana: Duchess of Devonshire by Amanda Foreman. A readable biography of the famously scandalous and tragic duchess, to be read while you kill time rewatching “The Duchess” starring Keira Knightley.

Lucrezia Borgia: Life, Love, and Death in Renaissance Italy by Sarah Bradford. A fair but none-too-precious assessment of one of Renaissance Italy’s most controversial women, and an analysis of her relationships with her father and brother.

The Life and Death of Anne Boleyn by Eric Ives. While you’re quarantining, you might as well read the definitive Anne Boleyn biography, yes? This one is responsible for much of the modern attitude on Anne.

Queen of Fashion: What Marie Antoinette Wore to the Revolution by Caroline Weber. A fascinating analysis of Marie Antoinette’s political life through her clothes.

The Monster of Florence by Douglas Preston and Mario Spezi. An analysis of the infamous, unsolved “Monster of Florence” case. One of the most gruesome serial killers in Italy’s history, the monster’s crimes were pinned on several different men, and even investigated by the prosecutor who botched the Amanda Knox case.

The Forger’s Spell: A True Story of Vermeer, Nazis, and the Greatest Art Hoax of the Twentieth Century by Edward Dolnick. An examination of the case of Han van Meegeren, a painter who forged and sold many Dutch master fakes, and the pretentious art world that let him get away with it for years.

The Secret History of the Mongol Queens: How the Daughters of Genghis Khan Rescued His Empire by Jack Weatherford. A study of the women in Genghis Khan’s family, and in particular those that kept his empire from falling to ruin after his death. A good companion read with Stephanie Thornton’s fiction novel Tiger Queens mentioned above.

Chasing Aphrodite: The Hunt for Looted Antiquities at the World’s Richest Museum by Jason Felch and Ralph Frammolino. How did the Getty Museum end up with so many stolen artifacts? This book aims to find out.

The Creation of Anne Boleyn by Susan Bordo. A different kind of Anne Boleyn book, studying her portrayal in culture and fiction--complete with input from Natalie Dormer following her portrayal of Anne Boleyn on The Tudors.

Blood Sisters: The Women Behind the Wars of the Roses by Sarah Gristwood. An examination of the women of the houses of Lancaster and York during their famous, long-running conflict--and how these women had an impact on battles and politics alike.

The Dragon Behind the Glass: A True Story of Power, Obsession, and the World’s Most Coveted Fish by Emily Voigt. The author delves into why people are so obsessed with the arowana, a rare and exotic fish, to the point that they’ll commit murder--and becomes wrapped up in the fascination herself.

The Rules Do Not Apply by Ariel Levy. Over the course of a month, Ariel Levy watches everything she held true in her life--her financial security, her career, her marriage, and her pregnancy--fall apart. Levy must confront what it means to live an “unconventional” and “free” life, only for that to become meaningless, and pick up the pieces.

From Here to Eternity: Traveling the World to find The Good Death by Caitlin Doughty. Doughty recounts her global travels to observe and study different funerary and death rituals, recounting and analyzing her experiences with respect and personality.

Lady Killers: Deadly Women Throughout History by Tori Telfer. A collection of female serial killers, analyzing why they did what they did and the cultural legacy they left behind.

Severed: A History of Heads Lost and Heads Found by Frances Larson. A history of decapitated human heads, and what different cultures have done with them.

From Scratch: A Memoir of Love, Sicily, and Finding Home by Tembi Locke. Tembi Locke was never truly accepted by her husband’s Sicilian family, as a black American woman. But when Saro dies young of cancer, she finds herself more deeply entwined her in-laws, as she works to pick up the pieces. (Warning: one of the most achingly romantic books I’ve ever read; but it will destroy you.)

#books #book recommendations #book recs #self reblog for new addition

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8th Doctor - Season 4

4x01 Death in Blackpool - The story was great, but Lucie’s farewell was really rushed. There needed to be more build up to really show her feelings. They have been through way too much together to just be done after a like 2 minute talk. Made it seem forced.

4x1.5: An Earthly Child (I read a timeline suggesting to listen to it here, so I added it in.) This was so good, and honestly everything I needed after losing Lucie. Finally seeing the Doctor reunite with Susan was perfect.

4x02: Situation Vacant: I really liked the idea of a competition to be the Doctor’s new companion- really wish the competitors had been more interesting.

4x03: Nevermore: Interesting concept revolving around Poe’s works. Probably would have been 100% more enjoyable with Lucie. Tamsin is pretty boring so far, but maybe she just needs time. With so much poetry, I expected the Doctor to have more fun in this adventure- guess he must not be super excited about Tamsin either. Maybe once I get used to Tamsin I’ll listen to this one again and give it another chance.

4x04: THAT ENDING THOUGH. Most of the story was pretty boring, but knowing that ending, I actually went back to listen to it again and it was much better. Also, when are we getting the adventures of The Monk and Lucie Miller?

4x05-06 (Deimos and The Resurrection of Mars) The overall plot with the Ice Warriors is pretty basic, but at least we get the 8th Doctor doing an Icccce warrior impresssssion. That was gold. There are also some great philosophical questions about the greater good and how the Doctor has changed since being #7 (I think? I’m actually not sure what he was referencing when he was talking about traveling alone and getting out of hand. Hell, maybe retroactively they will have this refer to the Time Lord Victorious? More likely though, it is a reference to some EU stories with 7.) It also features the Monk and we finally get Lucie back! Honestly, the 8th Doctor sounds so much happier just to have her back. It’ll be really interesting to see how he is with other companions in the special box sets.

4x07 Relative Dimensions: Domestic family Christmas with Susan, Alex, Lucie, and the Doctor? Yes, please! I love it.

4x08 Interesting bottle episode, robot Lucies are no substitute for the real thing though. Still, really telling how he used her voice to keep himself sane. This whole season has really cemented just how much she means to him.

4x09-4x10 Holy shit. In the show, it’s usually the Cybermen who get to kill important characters, so I guess it’s about time the Daleks caught up, but wow way to do it all at once. Absolute chills at the end. I really wonder how this is all going to affect the Doctor moving forward. I know Dark Eyes is next and it’s a whole separate thing, but I really hope we get some info or connections to see where the Doctor is at emotionally after all this.

Overall, good season with a lot of interesting plots all coming together for a very epic ending. It was hard not having Lucie around for all of it- but having Susan around was great. On to the further adventures with Lucie Miller!

Then...I can either move forward to Dark Eyes...or backwards to the stuff I skipped like Mary Shelley and Charley... decisions decisions...

#Doctor Who #Big Finish #Review #8th Doctor #Lucie Miller

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getalittleclosey · 4 years

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under 10k larry fic rec

hi! i’m becca and i read...so much fic. these rec lists are an accumulation of fic that i’ve read or reread and extra loved from 2016-now. there’s a wide range of stuff here and i think there’s definitely something for everyone!! i divided them up by length so you can check out all those categories below!

please make sure to read tags and warnings on all these fics!! the only things i think i can guarantee is that these are all larry, there’s no non-con, no age play, no eating disorders, no mentions of bg, they end happy, and they’re mostly aus. oh and they’re all on ao3 and some are locked so you’ll need an account! anyway i hope y’all enjoy!!!

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☆ colors of the rainbow (shine so bright) by whisperdlullaby 9k

Louis' a popular skateboarder who's out to ruin Harry's life, and sometimes Harry just likes to wear nail polish and panties. Or alternatively, the one where Harry absolutely does not have a diary.

note: there’s a part 2 that’s 6k

☆ day 3: tossed salad by missandrogyny 5k

Harry sighed. “Lou,” he said, as Louis pressed kisses onto the skin of his neck. He gripped at the edge of the washing machine as Louis nibbled lightly at a spot below his jaw. “I’m doing the laundry."

note: this is part of a series by multiple authors but imo can be read on its own as a pwp

☆ jealous of the moon by objectlesson 10k

This is how he dies, Harry Styles saying I want you in me when Louis can’t possibly fulfill that request in a reasonable or safe way.

☆ string theory by graceana 10k

au. louis buzzes with something and glows with another.

The last few players are trickling off the bus when Louis looks down at his hands to see that he is pretty simply put, glowing gold,” Aww what the fuck is this shit. Is it that noticeable?” He whines, doesn’t even make a big deal out of it like it’s a normal thing that should be happening right now.

aka. a cliche soulmatey-fate thing.

☆ you’re like a sponge (abrasive and colorful) by ladylondonderry 7k

Harry LOML Styles: Hey, can you recommend your fav shoe stores? Heels Abroad is closing and I know you know some good places

Butterflies have erupted in Louis’s stomach. This is the first time Harry has ever texted him. He glances down at the beat up old Adidas he wore for his run this morning. Harry thinks Louis knows some good places? He trusts Louis’s opinion on something?

Louis gulps, and then coughs up toothpaste, hastily spitting into the sink. Everything depends on this. Harry - Harry Styles - has texted him! Louis can’t mess this up. He has to be perfect. He has to have great shoe store recommendations. He feels giddy. This is it! A turn in their friendship! The toothpaste-y grin firmly on his face, he picks up his phone again just as another message comes through.

Harry LOML Styles: Sorry, wrong person

Oh.

Or, Louis's flirts look an awful lot like insults.

☆ rated r by cherrystreet 8k

Louis gifts Harry with a surprise sex tape, and it accidentally makes its way into Harry's family Christmas party. Ridiculousness ensues.

☆ stars and boulevards by cherrystreet 6k

They’d been friends for years, had known each other throughout middle school and into high school, meeting in a music class on a sticky September morning. They hit it off instantly, falling into one another immediately, never looking back. Their friendship was comfortable, genuine, safe, always there, achingly present and solid. Harry never felt uneasy confiding in Louis, their one year age gap making Louis somehow seem more worldly, more experienced, and even when Harry had to look down at Louis, he still looked up to him. They spent the quickly passing school years making each other’s homes their own, Harry’s mom calling Louis her honorary second son, Louis’ mom giving Harry a similar title, and everyone knew that if you wanted to find Harry, you had to find Louis first.

☆ in retrospect by ologist 9k

In retrospect, messing with time travel probably wasn’t the best idea George has ever had, and if that’s not the most ironic thing he doesn’t know what is.

note: this is from george shelley’s perspective so there’s quite a bit of union j!

☆ just you wait and see by orphan_account 7k

In which Harry mistakes Louis' flirting as an attempt to steal his job.

☆ i wanna be yours now by justalittlelouislove 8k

“Look, I’m not saying that it’s for sure a serial killer.” Pressing the end of his cigarette to his lips, Zayn takes a short pull and speaks through the exhale, blowing smoke out of the side of his mouth and up towards the sky. “All I’m saying is there’s a good possibility it’s a serial killer.”

Someone is sending Louis flowers. Everyone suffers until Louis gets answers.

☆ come on over tonight by dinosaursmate 6k

As Louis reached Harry’s front path, he spotted something curious on the grass, near to Harry’s wheelie bins. Louis frowned in consternation. Was that…? He crouched down to look at the item a bit closer. It was a snowglobe. Not only was it a snowglobe, it was a Winnie The Pooh snowglobe. A rather large one. A Christmas themed one. - A friends with benefits au where Louis finds out there's a bit more to Harry than an insatiable sexual appetite.

☆ like vines (we intertwine) by turnyourankle 8k

The "Roswell" AU where Harry is an alien, Louis is not, and they've both been pining after each other for far too long.

☆ i was getting kinda used to being someone you loved by werebothstubborn 8k

His hand clamps down over Louis’ mouth as firmly as he can manage. “What do you want? C'mon, you have my full attention now. What. Do. You. Want.”

Louis manages to look apologetic as he licks slobbery circles around Harry's palm until he lets go. “Pretend to be my boyfriend,” he says, dramatically gulping in as much air as he can breathe.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“This bloke just came up to me, said he’d give us fifty quid to be in his music video.”

“And you said what? ‘Sure, just let me coerce my friend into it with uncomfortable amounts of PDA and blackmail’?”

Louis has a brilliant idea. Harry begs to differ. Until he doesn't.

☆ can’t you see the glow by supernope 8k

Four times Harry tries and fails to tell Louis he's pregnant, and the one time he (accidentally) succeeds.

☆ i’ll know my name when it’s called again by pukeandcry 9k

Louis wakes up in Harry's body. This is a problem for several reasons.

☆ make you never wanna leave by fairytalelights 9k

“But that's fine?” Now Louis just looks confused. “There are so many ways you can have fun sex. Wetness is helpful but not a requirement.” Harry can feel his face heating up. The way Louis said fun sex, like it's that easy, like he has all the experience. He might be a year older than Harry, but Harry's not quite sure if age is the only factor at play here. He doesn't know why the thought of Louis having sex makes his heart start to race again and he especially doesn't know why the next thing he blurts out is, “You could show me.”

or, Harry is an omega teen who has trouble getting wet even when he's turned on, Louis is his omega best friend who helps him experiment. In a completely platonic way, of course.

☆ i’ll show you magic by kingsofeverything (fullonlarrie) 5k

Louis didn’t mean to go home with a Muggle, and he didn’t mean to sneak out of his flat in the morning. He definitely didn’t mean to wind up in that same flat a month later, attempting to steal a magical object before the Muggle gets home.

☆ streetwise hercules by bottomlinsons 7k

“I said,” Louis’ voice is venomous, “who the fuck is this?”

Right.

This is Harry’s part.

(Uni AU, where Louis pretends to be Harry's boyfriend to scare away his one night stands.)

☆ a fully armed battalion (to remind me of my love) by mediawhore 6k

“He was flirting with you by the way,” Niall says casually once he’s finished saying goodbye to Louis and he’s joined Harry outside.

“No he wasn’t,” Harry replies automatically, feeling his heart clench at the thought. Was he?

Niall simply raises a mocking eyebrow in response before wrapping his scarf twice around his neck.

“Not that it matters!” Harry says quickly, eyes widening. “I wouldn’t care even if he did because he’s awful and the worst.”

Everyone at Hogwarts knows that Professor Styles and Professor Tomlinson absolutely despise each other. It's too bad that they're in love.

☆ we found love (right where we are) by dea_liberty 7k

Harry Styles hadn’t meant to come back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a celebrity. Except, somehow – by accident - he sort of had. Now he can't go anywhere without someone (or a lot of someones) screaming hysterically and or trying to charm him into falling in love with them. To make matters worse, he couldn't even eat anything he found just anywhere because it might be laced with a love potion. The absolute kicker though was the fact that the one person he'd been trying to impress when he'd apparently impressed the whole bloody world was probably the only person whose attention he hadn't managed to catch.

☆ dreaming of you by orphan_account 10k

It’s as he’s smoking on their shitty little balcony that it really dawns on Louis. These thoughts he’s having are about Alex’s boyfriend. His brother’s boyfriend. Louis is an awful person. He’s always been the kind of person to want what he can’t have and while he’s never wanted anything like this, he can’t stop thinking about it now. How small he’d look next to Harry. How he could easily pin Louis to a wall. How good his long, thick fingers would feel on him, in him . He feels his dick twitch and leans against the cold glass door leading back into the house.

[or; Louis falls in love with his brother's boyfriend.]

☆ won’t you love me? by halos_boat 6k

Where Louis is Spider-Man, Harry is oblivious, Liam has a problem with communicating his feelings, Zayn is frustratingly handsome and Niall has a pet turtle.

☆ feels good on my lips by phdmama 8k

When Niall harasses Harry into returning to Vermont for their fifteenth high school reunion, Harry is really not sure he wants to go. High School wasn't the most fun for him, but when it turns out that Louis Tomlinson, his former best friend and current star of the silver screen is going to be there, Harry agrees. The road to reunion is never easy.

☆ like you hate me by krisstylinson 7k

“You have poor taste for someone with the last name Styles,” he says, turning to show the back of his pants to Harry—the pants Harry had just stitched his name across last night to keep this type of thing from happening again.

Of course, he’s accomplished nothing but indirectly making himself pop a stiffy over Louis fucking Tomlinson.

☆ call me a thief by moodlighting 9k

AU. Of all the people on campus, the one person Louis can’t seem to stop running into is Harry fucking Styles. And he keeps stealing all of Louis’ shit.

#bruh there's a george shelley fic in here that's how old this is im SORRY #on the flip side there are also 2019 fics #so i mean #variety #fic rec #one direction #larry stylinson #there are quite a few hp aus in this wow good for me #mine #25 fics in this one #fic masterpost

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sir-skarsgard · 5 years

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Don’t Die on Me

Pairing: Peter Rumancek x OC / Roman Godfrey x OC

Prompt/summary: OC struggles with hunger, fighting back a need to sleep and eat. Peter wants nothing more than to comfort her in her time of need, but it’s hard to comfort someone who’s there but not there

Word count: 2939

Warnings/contents: More angst, self-hatred, unhealthy habits, more unreciprocated love (sorta), cursing

Notes: Part 2 of This Isn’t Love is now out! Part 3 is coming next, and then the endings. Stay around for more! My messages are also always open for requests or personal comments

(Read part 1 here)

I had never spaced out as much as I had been the past few days. I was acting as if I was a dead person walking, spacing off and staring at nothingness for hours on end. The bags underneath my eyes were dark like a dead persons as I hadn’t been sleeping lately. I was unresponsive to people speaking to me. I wasn’t eating-- human food or blood. I was always hungry anyways, so how I viewed it was that it didn’t matter if I ate or not, I’d still be hungry.

I went to school, got yelled at by teachers for not paying attention and then not responding to their yelling; the gossip surrounding me got louder, as I was never seemingly listening anyways. All I heard in my own head was static. A faint ringing and nothing until someone awoke me from my dream-state prison of nothingness. And usually the person who did that was Peter; however, after the bathroom stall moment I’d been keeping myself active to some extent during school hours to avoid him.

I was right. It hurt so bad to ignore Peter. To not have him by my side. But if I had stayed with him I’d only hurt him, and I wouldn’t be the cause of his downfall. I wouldn’t be the cause of his life falling apart as I had been for everyone else. I won’t ruin his life, not if I have a choice.

Peter and I hadn’t been on speaking terms (because I was running away from him every chance I got) for two weeks now. Roman and I had hung out a little bit, but any time he brought Peter up I would change the topic. It seemed to make him suspicious, but he didn’t ever push it.

It went back to the way it was before Peter for a little while; just Roman, Shelley and I, and it was mainly just Roman and I anyways. But even then Roman had a kid now. He had responsibilities that I didn’t want to distract him from.

At school I stayed by myself, walking around, like a tired zombie.

~ Peter’s point of view

I was walking through the school halls towards the lunchroom. After Alex had started avoiding me and hanging out with Roman, I just kept to myself. I knew there was a reason she was avoiding me, but I didn’t know what it was, and I didn’t know where she was to ask her, nor did I wanted to bug her. Maybe she just didn’t want to be in my life. And as much as I missed her I had to respect that.

I still looked for her, but she was never there. She was never at places she usually was when she’d meet with me, or even before. I occasionally saw her leaving school, but I never really saw her. Which was weird, because she had seemed so spaced out and clumsy the past few days.

When I went to the lunchroom I saw her. She was sitting alone at a table, the light hitting her through the window, adding an angelic glow to her that she always seemed to bring with her. No matter how tired she looked she was always so fucking gorgeous.

I saw her lick her lips as I neared, so I followed her eyes and saw two girls, talking and laughing. I saw a tampon sticking out of one of the girl’s bag, which must have been what was causing Alex to space out the way she was.

I walked over and sat beside her.

“Hey,” I smiled, but she didn’t reply. She stared at the female’s, unblinking, like a predator watching its prey in the wild. I worried as I watched her slouched form. She looked skinnier than before. Her naturally pale skin glowed in the light, but her eyes held dark circles beneath her gorgeous blue orbs. I placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a soft shake; it usually snapped her out of it, but this time she merely gave a slow blink in response and continued to watch the two.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Roman walking in, so I gestured for him to come over quickly. He came over, looking at me and then at Alex, and then back at me.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, looking at my hand that was on Alex’s shoulder.

“I think something’s wrong,” I shook my head, waving my hand in front of Alex’s face. It didn’t even make her blink at this point. “She’s just staring at them.” Roman bent down beside her, gently placing a hand on her thigh and sniffing the air.

“Alex, you need to come with me.” He spoke. Alex gave a soft hum, as if she’d heard but she didn’t respond psychically. “You can’t sit here downwind from that smell like this.” He whispered.

“That’s nice.” Alex replied in a robotic tone, not moving from her spot. Roman sighed, getting a knife out from his pocket and cutting a little slit in his thumb. It started bleeding immediately; Roman held it up to Alex’s lips and smeared the blood there. She licked it, then jerked slightly in response. Roman pushed his thumb in her mouth as he stood and held out a hand for Alex.

“Come on,” he started as she began to regain her senses; she shook her head softly, shaking Roman’s thumb from her mouth, and looked at us. “You can’t be here. You gotta get away from this smell.” Roman told her. She stood and shook her head, rubbing her temples a little roughly and licking her lips, I assumed searching for any trace of the blood Roman left on her lip.

“I can’t. It’s everywhere, I can’t get away from it; I’ve tried.”

“What do you hear?” Roman asked her. I frowned and looked at him.

“Blood. Pumping through veins. Hearts pumping and beating. It’s fucking all I can ever hear.” She murmured as she cupped her hands around her ears and squeezed her tired eyes shut.

“Why don’t you come with me back home.” Roman softly persuaded.

“I don’t wanna go home.” she almost whimpered.

“Not your home, my home.” Roman gently corrected her as he grabbed her hand and led her out of the crowded cafeteria. I leaned against the wall and watched, crossing my arms and biting back a tinge of jealousy as Roman got to wrap her in his arms and hold her while she calmed down. “It’s gonna be okay,” Roman whispered in her ear.

“You can come with me,” I quickly piped up. I saw her shake her head gently, but I didn’t stop. I decided enough was fucking enough. “Alex, you’re gonna come with me. I know you’re ignoring me right now, but I want you to come home with me. Just for now.”

“She can come with me,” Roman replied, almost glaring at me. “Maybe what’s best is she’s with an Upir. Preferably one she’s known all her life.”

“Mature,” I grumbled to him. “Alex... please, just come with me.” I begged the female. She looked at me from underneath Roman’s arm and sighed; she was snugly pressed against Roman, but she finally moved out of his arms and looked at me.

“Fine.”

~ Alex’s point of view

I walked with Peter in silence to his house. Roman was hesitant to let me go, but I finally got him to let my arm go, and I went with Peter.

If there was any chance I could convince Peter to stay away from me it was right now. I looked awful. I had dark circles beneath my eyes so dark I looked like the walking dead, my body was frail and looked inhuman. I was starving, sleep deprived, and on the brink of either tears or screaming; and we were about to find out.

When we got to his house his mother was in the kitchen, and she began to talk to Peter, quizzing him on why he was home, before she turned and saw me. She gasped and nearly dropped her plate.

“Oh, shit! Alex, you scared me.” She sent me a weak smile. I responded with an even weaker smile, attempting to straighten my posture but not having the energy. “Are you... are you okay, honey?” She asked me hesitantly. I rolled my shoulders, and shaking my head softly.

“Can we get you some meat? Do we have any raw meat?” Peter asked, digging through the fridge.

“No, we’re all out.” His mom replied, watching me warily. Her blood pumped steadily, but her heart rate picked up as usual, as I stayed away.

“Fuck. Well,” Peter looked at me and walked a little closer. I stumbled over my feet backwards and watched him, trying to keep away.

“Please don’t.” I hurriedly spoke. Peter stopped, looking slightly hurt, or maybe it was worried, as he watched me. He nodded softly.

“Okay.” He spoke softly. “But you have to explain what’s going on.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What do you mean?” I asked again, this time less patient as I ran my hands through my hair.

“God damnit, Alex, you know what I mean! You’ve been avoiding me, you’re not eating and sleeping, you’re spacing out, you’re--”

“It’s fucking maddening!” I yelled. And here it came.

“What is?” Peter asked, taking a few steps closer. The crazy thing was that, through his mom’s heart nearly beating out of her chest, his heart rate remained steady.

“Everything!” I choked, looking at him and feeling a sting of tears in my eyes. “I’m so hungry all the time, no matter when or what I eat! I can smell the blood of all these girls because they’re all on their fucking period. I can hear your blood pumping through your veins, and I can hear your heart beating-- do you know how fucking insane that is driving me?” I asked harshly through clenched teeth. “And I can’t do jack shit about it! All I can do is suck blood off my fingers, and that doesn’t do anything! It’s like when you’re so thirsty so you save your spit. It refreshes you for two seconds and then you go back to being thirsty.”

Peter clenched his jaw and then shook his head.

“I will not let you do this to yourself anymore.” Peter spoke, walking over to me. I looked at him and frowned, backing against the wall.

“What do you mean?”

“Bite me.” He said, tugging the collar of his shirt away. I heard his mother say a gentle ‘Peter’ in warning.

“What?” I asked in shock. Any tears I had were immediately drawn away at his offer.

“Bite me. Here, drink my blood.” He tilted his head to the side and shuffled closer. I watched his vein in a trance, the sound of his heart thumping taking over my ears. I licked my lip, feeling myself drawn to his neck. I ripped myself away from those thoughts, pushing myself against the wall and closing my eyes, pushing my hands through my hair and tugging at the back, shaking my head violently.

“No.” I forced out.

“What?” He asked, as shocked as I was a moment ago.

“I won’t hurt you. I can’t control myself, Peter.” I spoke, meeting his shocked gaze. I gulped. “I won’t drink your blood if it means I could kill you.” I saw Peter’s mother’s face relax in the background as she held her thumping heart. “I won’t do it.”

“Well, I won’t let you starve” Peter forcefully added. I backed away from him and gulped.

“I will die before I will hurt you.” Peter looked at me, his eyes searching mine, before he slouched his posture in defeat.

“Alex, you can’t do this to yourself.” He whispered.

“I will not drink your blood.”

“I know. But I’m offering it to you. I want you to take it. I want you to stay alive, not go insane, and this is the only way to keep you healthy. Alex, I trust you.” He whispered. I didn’t even notice he got as close as he had until he cupped my face in his hands. I closed my eyes and furrowed my brows.

“Peter, please...” I begged. “Just go away. Stop touching me.” I forced out, covering my ears as if it would help.

“I’m not going to,” he used his thumb to force my chin upwards, and leaned in. “Alex, I trust you.”

“I don’t.”

“I don’t need you to.”

I can’t do it.” I opened my eyes and looked up at him, the sting of tears at my eyes. “I can’t hurt you.”

“I can’t watch you die from the sidelines anymore.”

“If I die but you live then so be it.”

“Why are you so fucking stubborn?”

“I am my father’s daughter.” Peter gave a soft laugh and brushed a tear away from my cheek.

“Please, just take a little bit of my blood. I don’t want to live in a world without you.”

“Peter, I can’t...” I glanced backwards at his mother, who pretended she wasn’t paying attention, but I decided ‘fuck it’ and continued. “I can’t because I care too much about you. I’m not gonna die and you are. And I don’t wanna live without you. I can’t get this attached. Not to you, not to a human, not to anyone who’s not an Upir, and no Upir, or anyone else for that matter, wants dirty blood with them. I can’t not be a loner because no one wants me, and I can’t have you forever, so I won’t have you now.”

“Dirty blood?” Peter shook his head as if he didn’t understand.

“You know, Peter. I’m not full Upir, I’m half human and no one wants my dirty blood in their family.”

“Fuck that. Blood doesn’t matter, and listen, Alex, I don’t care about the future. I just care about right now, and right now I need you to drink my blood.”

“Peter--”

“Shut up,” he whispered softly. “Drink my blood or I will have to make you.” I watched him through glazed over eyes. I was seeing everything in a much more tired light and it was getting harder and harder to eliminate what was fake and what was real, and within the past week, Roman had been the only thing that felt real, and now so did Peter.

I used my fingers to push against his jaw, making him lift his head up. I gulped as I watched the pulsing vein. I forced myself to calm down as I neared his neck, exhaling a shaky breath of air before gently sinking my teeth into his neck.

Peter jerked slightly, but stayed still for the most part, leaning heavily against his arm that was beside my head on the wall. I put my right hand on his shoulder and tensed up in restraint. All I wanted was more blood. More and more blood. His mothers thumping heart wasn’t helping, either. He hissed, his back tensing underneath my fingertips.

I let his neck go slowly, licking the blood away from my lips and staying close for a second. I licked his neck where I’d bitten to remove the extra blood and leaned away, looking up at him.

“You’re fucking stupid.” I whispered. Peter used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the blood away from the corner of my lip with his covered thumb and smiled lightly at me.

“I know, but I can’t sit there and watch you die if there’s something-- hell, anything-- I can do.” Peter’s mother watched the scene, leaning against the sink and looking relieved.

“Don’t worry,” I spoke, looking back at her, “I didn’t take that much. He’s alright. I promise.” I smiled lightly. “I don’t want him to die just as much as you.” I smiled lightly at Peter, seeing him blush lightly and smile back at me.

“You know, Alex, you should really stay the night.” His mother spoke up. I looked at her and smiled timidly.

“I shouldn’t.”

“Of course you should. You’re safe here.” She added. I stayed quiet for a second, and then nodded softly.

“I suppose it wouldn’t really hurt. My parents are probably busy banging anyways,” I laughed lightly.

“You can take my bed.” Peter spoke up.

“I can take the couch.”

“My bed.” He corrected. “I’ll take the couch. Don’t argue.” He playfully threatened. I laughed softly again and shook my head, looking down at my hands.

“Obviously you always wear me down.”

“I’m only looking out for you.” Peter whispered.

“I know.” I smiled up at him and cupped his cheek in my hand and leaning up to peck his cheek. “And I want to thank you for that.” I rocked back onto my feet, not moving away from Peter much. “I know I haven’t been exactly easy for the past few weeks. After Roman... I just didn’t treat you very well and I’m sorry for that. And I truly appreciate everything you’ve done-- and that you’re doing even now-- for me. You’re too good for me, Peter, but I don’t want you to leave. Ever. And if you ask me about this I will deny it, but I don’t ever want to be without you.” Peter grinned goofily, obviously trying to stop, and leaned more into my hand.

“You know that... that I care about you.” He suddenly stopped, his smile faltering. “You’re... you’re my best friend.”

#hemlock grove #roman Godfrey fluff #roman godfrey #peter rumancek #landon liboiron #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard fluff #hemlock grove fluff #peter Rumancek fluff #love triangle #angst

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aconites · 4 years

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it’s a NEW YEAR which means new plots & connections for 2020 are wanted! if you want to write with someone who will literally message you at 3am with headcanons, musings and create graphics ( manips, gif sets, etc ) for our characters — look no further. bellow you’ll find a list of wanted faceclaims, opposites, plots and pairings that i would love to do and if anything catches your interest please give this post a LIKE and i’ll message you. chao for now!

( * are my most wanted/favs )

faceclaims i’d love to play!

kristine froseth*

haley lu richardson

florence pugh

natalia dyer

danielle campbell*

josephine langford*

jenny boyd

kaylee bryant*

danielle rose russell*

virginia gardner

ester expósito

danna paola

benedetta porcaroli*

alice pagany

alexa demie

sydney sweeney *

halston sage*

olivia culpo

emily ratajkowski

romee strijd

bella hadid

gigi hadid

cindy kimberly

odeya rush

zoey deutch*

alexis ren *

eiza gonzalez

shelley hennig

nicola peltz

margot robbie

madison beer

barbara palvin*

lily collins*

lily james

lili reinhart

camila mendes

madelaine petsch

inbar lavi

jessica alba

nina dobrev

phoebe tonkin*

ana de armas

adelaine kane

josefine frida pattersen

bria larson

faceclaims i’d love to play against!

any of the ladies above

dacre montgomery *

joe keery *

charlie heaton

david harbour*

clayton cardenas

bob morley *

lorenzo zurzolo*

alex fitzalan

tyler hoechlin

scott eastwood

chris evans

jacob elordi

noah centineo *

nick robinson

can yaman

manny montana

andrew lincoln

jordan connor

kj apa

casey deidrick *

milo ventimiglia

jd pardo

matthew daddario

tommy martinez *

dj cotrona *

charlie hunnam *

jeffrey dean morgan *

jon bernthal

tom hardy

jason momoa

ships i’d love to do!

ester exposito x lorenzo zurzolo

madelaine petsch x dacre montgomery

diana silvers x charlie heaton *

ricky whittle x margot robbie

halston sage x tommy martinez

kristine froseth x joe keery *

kaylee bryant x danielle rose russell

sydney sweeney x noah centineo

camila mendes x noah centineo *

alexis ren x noah centineo

phoebe tonkin x charlie hunnam*

ana de armas x dj cotrona*

kristine froseth x jacob elordi

danielle campbell x tommy martinez

lily james x milo ventimiglia

danielle campbell x casey deidrick*

camila mendes x manny montana*

ester exposito x danna paola *

madelaine petsch x ester exposito

kathryn newton x dacre montgomery

kaylee bryant x joe keery

phoebe tonkin x bob morley*

benedetta porcaroli x alice pagany

kathryn newton x joe keery

harry styles x cindy kimberly*

tom hardy x margot robbie

jason momoa x minka kelly

danielle campbell x danielle rose russell*

jd pardo x amber heard

literally anyone with anyone in my first two lists.

plots i’d love to do!

any of these.

and these.

i know you probably don’t know that i have a crush on you, but do you really have to walk around the apartment practically naked ??

plot! i held her body close and our faces were even closer. i could feel her breathing against my skin. ‘then prove me that you don’t feel anything for me,’ i whispered. she leaned in and kissed me. i could feel myself melting in to her kiss, but then she pulled away. ‘nothing,’ she said. ‘nothing.’

forget the good girl meets bad boy plots seriously give me all the bad girl meets bad boy and makes him succumb to his knees and plays hard to get and drives him crazy and he’s never been this into someone and she enjoys the attention so much and IF YOU’RE WILLING TO BE DARING, THIS COULD BE M/M AND STILL BE SO MUCH FUN pls dance your way into my inbox or like this and i’ll just rain headcanons and feels on you pls-

‘we’ve been f#cking with no strings attached but i just saw you go upstairs with another guy and im drunk and following you both upstairs to punch the shit out of him’

like !! for a ‘we met at one of your concerts and you’re super famous and we f#cked at the meet and greet once everyone was gone but now you’re asking to see me again and fly me out to these incredible locations but i’ve actually got a boyfriend and he doesn’t know about any of this. are you sure that the paps won’t see us?’

During a bank robbery you’re surprised when the criminals seem to recognize you and retreat in fear. Only later do you learn that your high school sweet-heart now runs a global crime syndicate and has you placed on a “No Harm” list. You decide to pay them a visit after all these years.

idk i want a cute plot n like he is famous and she’s just a normal girl and she’ll like say stupid jokes to the paparazzi about him so he’ll look silly and she’ll sneak on his phone at night and tweet herself shout outs and tweet as though she is him just to laugh with the fans and when they’re on dates and pap come she’ll like pose ridiculously for photos and shE’S JUST THIS LIL DOWN TO EARTH RAY OF SUNSHINE FOR THIS BIG FAMOUS GUY WHO HAS A LOT OF STRESS N EXPECTATIONS N THE MEDIA AREN’T HIS BIGGEST FANS BC HE’S MADE MISTAKES IN THE PAST BUT EVERYONE LOVES THIS GIRLFRIEND AND SHE GIVES HIM HOPE AH I’M BAD AT EXPLAINING PLOTS I WANT BUT juST TRUST ME

OK SO what about a plot where muse a is a waitress or something and she’s working a shift one night and like this group of super hot cops come in and she has to be their waitress and she’s trying to not act weird but she can’t help it and they notice it and are teasing her about it, but muse b is doing it a lot more than the other too and like maybe the diner requires her to wear skates and maybe she like stumbles and ends up spilling like soda, water, etc. on muse b’s crotch and she’s like ‘omigod omigod omigod’ and he just thinks it’s cute and funny and so he leaves her his number on a napkin and maybe she panics and doesn’t text him because she thinks he’s intimidating AND THEN MAYBE THE NIGHT DAY SHE LIKE LOST A BET OR SOMETHING AND HER FRIENDS MAKE HER GO SKINNY DIPPING IN THE LAKE EVEN THOUGH IT’S TRESPASSING AND THEN THE POLICE COME AND HER FRIENDS DITCH HER AND OH SHIT IT’S MUSE B AND SHE LIKE COMES OUT OF THE WATER TO SEE HIM STANDING ON THE DOCK AND HE’S LIKE ‘why didn’t you text me?’

camp counselors who fall in love !!!!!! famous/non famous ships !!!!!!!!! gang plots !!!!!! walking dead related plots!!!!!! stranger things verses?? anything else on my WISHLIST.

#indie rp #1x1 rp #indie crime rp #independent rp #1x1 plot

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jon-daddy-dominus · 3 years

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Kitten's Collar

Chapter, 35

I said, "I was just thinking about how deeply in love with you I am." Clint repeated.

Alexis's eyes popped wide, and her mouth dropped open, causing chocolatey drool to dribble from her mouth. Quickly wiping her mouth with her hand, smearing the brown liquid across her cheek, she garbled, her mother still full of candy. "Shud da fug um!"

Clint just smiled.

Swallowing hard to get the candy down, and quickly clearing her throat. Her eyes turned to puddles as she stammered. "Wait, really?"

"Yes, really." He smiled.

"Seriously? Like, you're for real, deeply in love with me?" She whimpered, her lower lip trembling.

"Yes, Kitten. I am really, seriously, like, for real, deeply, madly, truly in love with you... And the huge brown streak across your cheek that looks like baby shit!" Clint smiled, lovingly.

Bursting into tears, and wiping her mouth in her sleeve, Alexis threw her arms around him, tackling Clint to the blanket, and planting a long deep, passionate kiss on his lips, before crying. "I love you too! So, so much! You don't even know! I've wanted to tell you so many times, but I was so scared you didn't feel the same way, and I thought if I told you, you might think I was moving too fast, and not want to be with me anymore."

"Kitten, ALL I want to do, is be with you. Hell, i was terrified to tell you, because I've never really felt like I deserved to be loved. I've always had this idea in my head that I'm unlovable, and that anyone who claims to love me, was just saying it, and was eventually going to leave me. And I felt like if I told you how I really feel, you were going to realize how much better you could do, and break my heart. But then I was worried that if I didn't tell you, you might think I wasn't serious about being with you, and leave because I was wasting your time. And the thought of you leaving because I was too afraid to tell you I love you made me realize that I couldn't take that chance."

"Baby, I love you so much! And it feels so good to finally be able to tell you, and I just want you to know, that you're NEVER getting rid of me now." Alexis smiled, wiping the tears from her face.

Staring deep into her eyes, Clint nodded, "I feel exactly the same way, sweetheart."

"We missed the sunset." Alexis laughed.

"That's okay sweetheart. You're far more beautiful than any sunset that I've ever seen." Clint smiled, taking her into his arms again.

"Its getting kinda chilly out, can we go home now? I mean, can we go back yo the house?" She corrected herself.

"No, sweetheart. You were right the first time. My house doesn't even feel like home when you're not around. So yes. Let's go home Kitten."

They packed up their things, and began walking back to the house. As they reached the edge of the yard, Alexis's phone began to ping as it began picking up the Wi-Fi signal.

Mom - ****Alex I need to talk to you call me when you get this****

****Me and Troy got into it again and he's kickin me out baby I need somewhere to stay tonight****

**** Alex I need you to come get me my car won't start and I gotta get outta here he's showin his ass again****

****Alexis I really need you to come get me baby. You know I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important****

"Shit!" Alexis grumbled.

"What's wrong?" Clint asked.

"Momma and her boyfriend got in a fight, and she wants me to go get her so she can stay with me at the apartment."

"I can take you, if you want me to." Clint offered.

"I really don't feel like this shit tonight. I'm just so sick of her drama."

"Sweetheart, that's your mom. If she's in trouble let's go get her and take her to your apartment."

"No, you don't understand. If she stays at the apartment, I have to stay at the apartment. Because first she's gonna wanna tell me ALL the bullshit that's taken place with her and dumbass over the last month, then She's gonna want me to drink with her so she can "forget about it, and calm her nerves" then She's going to analyze my life and tell me ALL the things I'm doing wrong, then She's gonna want to call one of her other "friends" and end up partying all night and fuckin some random dude on my couch, and I just don't wanna deal with that shit tonight." She continued grumbling.

"Oh."

"Yeah... It's alot."

"What if we brought her here instead? Maybe she wouldn't try any of that shit if she was here, because it's someone else's house." He offered.

"HA! You obviously don't know Shelly Tate very well, huh? She don't give a shit who's house it is. She has no consideration for others and their property." Alexis laughed.

"Come on Alexis. She can't be THAT bad."

"Oh, you don't think so, huh? Okay, then. Let's go pick up Shelly." Alexis laughed, turning toward Clints truck.

"It's the trailer park up here on the left." Alexis grinned sarcastically. "You're gonna learn today, Mister."

Clint turned into the the mobile home park, and immediately spotted an attractive middle aged women pulling loose bricks from the outter edges of an old flower garden, and flinging them as hard as she could at man who was ducking in, and out from behind a small pick-up truck, trying to avoid being hit.

"Oh look. There's my sweet momma now." Alexis groaned, shaking her head.

"Hu... that's interesting." Clint mumbled.

"What?" Alexis asked.

"I've never seen anyone play baseball with bricks before." Clint chuckled.

"Shut up." Alexis rolled her eyes, and smiled to herself.

"But the way she's winging those things, we might be able to get her on with the Braves next season." He joked.

Half singing, Alexis bobbed her head around. "You're not fun-ny!"

Turning into the driveway, Clint chuckled. "Oh, come on. That's a little funny."

Alexis didn't say anything back as she opened the door and slid off the seat, and out of the truck.

As Alexis rounded the front of the truck, Shelly turned to look her direction with a brick still in her hand, trying to figure out who they were, but was blinded by the headlights.

Still unable to clearly see wgo it was, when she noticed the silhouette coming her way was a woman, she screamed. "Who's that Troy? The little whore you been fucking?" Then reared back and flinging the brick, barely missing Alexis's head, and smacking Clints windshield, causing it to shatter all across the lower passenger corner.

"What the fuck, Momma?" Alexis yelled.

"Alex?" She grumbled, "That ain't your car."

"No shit, Momma! You just busted my boyfriend windshield, with your damn hissy fit."

Completely calm, like nothing had even happened Shelly threw her arms out and hugged Alexis. "I'm sorry baby, I figured it was one of his little whores, comin to get her..." she paused for second, and screamed, "ASS STOMPED!"

"No, just me. Comin to keep you outta jail... again." Alexis looked toward the man peaking over the top of the little truck. "Hey Troy."

"Hey Alex." The man answered timidly.

"Fuck you, Troy!" Shelly screamed. "Don't talk to my daughter, you piece of shit!"

"Get in the truck Momma."

Clint cautiously made his way over to where Alexis was talking to her mother, and stuck out his hand to introduce himself. "Ms.Tate, I'm Clint, nice to meet you."

Looking up at him, a huge smile appeared on Shelley's face, as she quickly grabbed his hand. "It's nice to meet you too, Goodlookin!"

"Back off, Momma." Alexis growled.

"Calm down baby, I'm just sayin, hello."

"No, you're flirtin, when we should be leavin. Now get in the truck." She snapped.

Widening her eyes, and bobbing her head back and forth at Alexis, Shelly made a face and agreed. "Alright, let's go."

As they turned to leave, Alexis shouted, "Bye Troy!"

"Bye Alex." He shouted back.

"Fuck you Troy!" Shelly yelled opening the back door of the truck.

"Momma stop it." Alexis snapped.

As they pulled out if the trailer park, Shelly leaned up between the seats, and said. "This is a nice truck Clint. How long you had it?"

Before he could say anything, Alexis snapped. "It was alot nicer before some crazy bitch busted his windshield with a brick!"

"Yeah, I'm sorry bout that. I normally don't act like that, but he had me so mad..."

"HA!" Alexis laughed out loud.

"What are you laughin about?" Shelly asked.

"You normally don't act like that???" Alexis repeated, astonished by her exaggeration.

"Stop it Alex! You gonna have this man thinkin I'm some kinda nut job."

"Momma! You ARE a fuckin nut job!"

"Alexis, don't talk to your momma like that." Clint chimed in.

"Thank you!" Shelly grinned from the backseat.

"And Nut job... pipe down." He continued.

Alexis burst into laughter.

"Excuse me?" Shelly yelled. "Who do you think you are? You don't even know me!"

"No Ma'm, you're right. I don't know you, but I'm pretty sure standing in the driveway at seven thirty at night, flinging bricks at random vehicles, because you're arguing with your boyfriend, definitely qualifies as some "nut job" behavior. So, I guess what I'm saying Ms. Shelly is, if you don't want people thinking you're "some kind of nut job" you might want to consider a change in behavior." Clint responded.

"For your information, Asshole! I wasn't "flinging bricks at random vehicles" I was flinging bricks at my boyfriend, and his vehicle." Shelly snapped.

The truck fell dead silent for a minute, before Shelly continued. "And his house... And that nosey bitch Tracy, from next door... And her cocker spaniel..."

After another few seconds of silence, they all burst into laughter, as Shelly stated. "Fuck... I guess I am kind of a "nut job".

"Momma, you just gotta stop showin your ass every time somebody makes you a little mad."

"I don't "show my ass" every time somebody makes me mad." Shelly replied.

"What about when we lived on Wells st. And you confronted Ms. Campbell about sprayin weed killer on her side of the fence cause you said it killed your rose bush?"

"What are you talkin about? I didn't show my ass with Ms. Campbell."

"Momma! You sprayed a seventy year old woman with a water hose, and made her fall in the ditch!" Alexis exclaimed.

"Well... She should be more careful about who she calls a "drunk whore". Shelly grumbled, pressing her lips together, and cutting her eyes to the ceiling, before snapping. "And that bitch DID kill my roses!"

"Momma, you killed that rose bush the week before, when you poured a gallon of bleach on it, cause, you were drunk, and "tHat soRrY aSS DAviD pLaNteD iT" and he cheated on you with Mary from the bar." Alexis laughed.

"I did not!" Shelly yelled.

"Yes you did, cause you yelled at me when I tried to stop you. Cause I said it was my roses, cause I helped David plant them."

"Well... I don't remember that." Shelly mumbled, peering out the window.

"Uhh... Cause you were drunk!" Alexis laughed, again.

"Oh, hush Alexis! You act like you never got drunk and did something stupid. You're gonna have Robert thinking I'm a bad momma!"

Whipping around in her seat, Alexis laughed. "Who the fuck is Robert?"

"Your boyfriend. Ain't that his name?" Shelly said, pointing at Clint.

"Clint, momma. His name is Clint. How the hell'd you get Robert out of Clint? They don't even sound alike!"

"Just leave me alone, Alexis. I'm upset, and I've had a couple of glasses of wine. You know what I meant. You're gonna have Clint thinking I'm a bad momma or something." Shelly griped.

"A couple of glasses? And by that, do you mean you've killed off a box of wine?" She laughed.

"No. That's not what I meant. Why are you being so hateful to me?" Shelly whined.

"I'm not being hateful. I'm just not gonna condone your bad behavior."

"Where the hell are we going?" Shelly asked, as Clint turned onto his driveway.

"I'm stayin at Clints house tonight, so you're just gonna have to stay here, cause I ain't driving all the way back to my apartment."

"I don't even know this guy Alexis. I don't wanna stay here." Shelly whispered.

"Well, then maybe you should have called Taylor to come get you." She snapped.

"She got shitin with me, and went back to her daddy's the other night."

"Imagine that." Alexis quipped.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothin, I'm just not all that surprised." Alexis said.

"Well, what was I supposed to do, Alexis? Just keep my opinion to myself, when I walked in and caught her snortin coke off the kitchen table? I'm her momma, I had to say something."

"I don't know momma. Taylor's been nothin but trouble since she was fifteen, and it's only getting worse."

"Don't talk about your sister like that Alexis. She's had a hard life."

"Boo-fuckin-hoo! Haven't we all? You don't hear me complaining, or stayin drunk, or jacked up on anything, now do ya?"

"Well, here we are." Clint blurted out as he put the truck in park.

As they walked inside, Shelly looked around for a minute before chiming. "This is a nice house. I love the flooring, and the wood entertainment center."

"Thank you." Clint replied. "I did most of it myself, but some of it's store bought."

"Wow! That's pretty impressive." Shelly stated, leaning over and hugging Alexis from the side. "My baby done got her a handyman."

"Clints very talented. He fixes things, he works hard, he writes, he paints, he sings, and he's really goid to me!" Alexis smiled.

"Uh oh... if he does all of that, he might be compensatin for somethin." Shelly laughed.

"Believe me. THAT is definitely NOT the case." Alexis grinned sarcastically.

"Oh it's like that?" Shelly asked raising her eyebrows and smiling.

"Mmhmm, and you can stay the fuck away from him." Alexis grinned, before whispering. "Ya ole ho."

Dropping her mouth open, Shelly made a face like she was shocked, before playfully slapping Alexis on the arm. "You better stop."

Pretending not to hear them, Clint walked to his room, and took a spare pillow, and blanket from the closet.

"Alex, you really think I'd try to mess with your boyfriend?" Shelly asked.

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comastoast · 6 years

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@hiitchhikers under the read more are m y ramble s ok just lov me

╰ ☾ ⛧⌒*｡ Rosie Orleander

( LENNON, Jaria Burns, 23 ) I can definitely see some kind of friendship here with them both maybe being like room mates living in LA and Rosie constantly featured on Lennon’s youtube for stupid challenges & everyone’s like omG THEY OTP GOALS AF bc they’re so cute together but they’re either mutually squad or maybe crushin a lil but definitely not dating and it could be CUTE.

( MITCH CHANDLER, Nate Maloley, 23. ) OH IF SHE LIKES FLIRTING WITH DANGER SAY HELLO TO MR. DANGEROUS HIMSELF:tm: basically mitch is a drug addict and it’s canon he’s murdered a man over a drug deal gone bad but imagine they meet at some kinda party and they actively hit it off bc lbfh she’s gorgeous and maybe she can keep up with his crazy???

( KAZ REMY, Vanessa Morgan, 21. ) MODEL SQUAD AF like okay Kaz is specifically instagram model but maybe they take really cute pics together and they help eachother with their status and just imagine this power brotp just roaming the streets rulin this SHIT RUNNIN THE WORLD GIRL POWER AF.

╰ ☾ ⛧⌒*｡ Cora Hillsong

( JACKSON ALLEN, Daniel Sharman, 23 ) I am just disgusting trash for shelley and daniel but actively reading our little bios for our muses I can 10000% see them bonding because a lot of things matched up like I can see her taking a bubble bath and him just walking in and sitting on the ground next to her just so they can talk or something bc he refuses to get in the bath but STILL like either a brotp or otp like im mcfuckin here for it oh and her tryina get him to not become an alcholic just imagine the tender moments of him being trashed and a shitty person:tm: and her being like YO JACK GET YO SHIT TOGETHER.

( MILO SHEPARD, Nick Jonas, 24 ) OK BUT SHE’S A TEACHER AND HE’S A CHILD SOCIAL WORKER and just imagine them meeting because he was working on a case with one of her students bc the child comes from a bad home so he had to talk to her about it and them having this weird bond where sometimes she talks to him about her students and he tries to give advice and vice versa because they both kind of have a good grasp on chILDREN OK

╰ ☾ ⛧⌒*｡ Dylan Roth

( BECK CONNOLLY, Elizabeth Olsen, 29 ) Okay so he’s an actor and she’s a movie producer/director/writer can we pls rp something where he’s going to be the lead in one of the movies she’s written so they have to work together closely for him to get the perfect portrayal so it calls for long late nights, coffee runs, getting to work the next day late, and it’s nothing like sexual ( considering beck is asexual ) but maybe branches into a romantic & mutual respect between the two and imagine the tabloids of them and like going to the premier together and all the rumors about some sort of relationship nd the CELEB STATUS VIBES:tm:

╰ ☾ ⛧⌒*｡ Cassie Alvarez

( ALEX HENNY, Herman Tommeraas, 21 ) SHES IN A SORORITY he’s in a FRAT just fuckin maybe their houses do not get along so we can do a whole romeo juliet vibe but more modern like getting hazed in their personal houses or having to keep it on the lowlow because otherwise it can mess up their reputations. And just that college life STRUGGLE

╰ ☾ ⛧⌒*｡ Noah Sullivan

( OPHELIA MONROE, Billie Lourd, 22. ) Okay what struck me here was the giving back scenario because I don’t know to what extent he’s giving back but Ophie does a lot of charity work so I can see them meeting during one of those events or something along those lines & they see eachother at a lot of charity events or maybe they plan some together or something and they bond over that despite their lives being so dramatically different. OR they were friends when they were younger & they stay connected with their charity work.

( JACKSON ALLEN, Daniel Sharman, 23 ) FUCKIN their parents are friends so they’ve always known eachother and they both are sort of in the public eye but Noah is more so than Jack so Jack is way more reckless about his image and it causes a bit of turmoil or tension on the relationship between them

╰ ☾ ⛧⌒*｡ Aubrey Hathaway

( MAGS O’SULLIVAN, Saoirse Ronan, 23 ) Just imagine them both hanging out and looking at the stars and Mags teasing her for her course work and claiming she’d be so much better off if she focused on singing and forces her to sing ( basically ) all the time bc she loves the sound and Mags picking her up in the mornings for a ride to classes ( unless she lives on campus in which case Aubrey just stays over Mags house bc they stayed up too late watching movies ) and Mags knowing Aubrey’s coffee / breakfast order and attempted study nights but Mags obviously doesn’t know SHIT

╰ ☾ ⛧⌒*｡ I got lazy now im done:tm:

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the1975hqs · 7 years

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Matty’s Interview with The Sunday Times Style

I wish I had a teenage daughter. Why? Because here I am with Matt Healy, the frontman of the 1975, who has just offered to take his shirt off in order to give me a tattoo tour. There’s the one dedicated to his nana; his mum, Denise “Loose Women” Welch, is on his foot; his dad, Tim “Auf Wiedersehen, Pet” Healy, is on his arm; and his brother, Louis, on the back of a calf; there’s the one dedicated to William Burroughs, the author of his favourite ever book, Queer; then there’s the one on the inside of his left wrist… of his passport number. “I got bored of being constantly woken up by a woman offering me a landing card while my tour manager, who always carries my passport, is conked out somewhere behind me. I thought it would be useful. It’s really all I need on a plane.”

Welcome to the world of the 1975, whose second album, I Like It When You Sleep, for You Are So Beautiful yet So Unaware of It (yes, really), went straight to No 1 in both America and the UK last year, and who won the best band award at the Brits in February. They have just announced that their third album, Music for Cars, will be out next year, and when we meet they are about to go on tour, kicking off in Mexico and ending in July at Latitude Festival in Suffolk, where they will headline alongside Fleet Foxes and Mumford & Sons. If you’re not familiar with their music — think Pete Doherty mixed with One Direction, maybe — it’s probably because, like me, you’re too old. That said, Mick Jagger, whom the band supported when the Stones played Hyde Park in 2013, is a huge fan — so fond of their hit single Chocolate, he has been known to put it on after dinner for guests.

“Yeah, I remember that gig,” says the 28-year-old Healy, with a faint Northern accent. “It was before I had my eyes lasered and I wasn’t wearing my glasses. Pointless. There were 50,000 people there and I could only see about four of them, but out of the corner of my eye I could just make out this gyrating figure and it was Jagger dancing to Chocolate. Mick Jagger — can you f****** believe it?”

Dressed this afternoon in a billowing silk shirt and tartan drummer-boy trews (“Not sure where they’re from, we rent a lot of stuff from the costume-hire department at the National Theatre”), Healy cuts the perfect figure of postmodern pop star: a kind of hybrid of Adam Ant and Robert Smith of the Cure, but sexier somehow, with those pouchy eyes and chiselled curls. Sprinkled across his fingers are an assortment of knuckle-dusters by Gucci, at his feet a women’s saddle bag, also by Gucci, all part of the vague Louis XV look, as he calls it, that the band are currently channelling. Gucci, McQueen, Loewe — these are some of his favourite labels at the moment. “Although if you are talking a label for life, it’s probably Dries [Van Noten]. He’s my Sir Alex Ferguson of fashion — beaten once or twice in his career, but always the best.” Then there’s his “mate” Erdem, with whom he likes to discuss “Fellini, contemporary dance and the concept of elegance”. Oh yes, Healy likes his fashion, although he admits he’s not mad about going to the actual shows. “They make me realise I’m more famous than I think I am. It’s like, ‘Don’t take pics of me, I’m here to look at the bloody clothes!’ But I’m not sure how you’re going to write that without making me sound like a dickhead.”

The pair of us are sitting in the spotlessly tidy, pine-surfaced kitchen of Healy’s east London townhouse, which he shares with the artist and creative director Sam Burgess-Johnson and Allen Ginsberg, his beloved year-old bull mastiff. Like Healy himself — a sylphy 5ft 8in and 10st who can fit into his girlfriend’s vintage clothes — the house is small and perfectly formed, and it is filled with well-tended spider plants, candles and stuffed birds. The only blot on this exemplary tableau of millennial domesticity is the unmistakable smell. (If you saw the grainy film that emerged the day after the Brits, of him and fellow band member George Daniel sharing a, um, “cigarette” under their table, you will know what I mean.)

“Like the inside of Bob Marley’s sock, right?’ he sighs apologetically. “Yeah, I know I’ve got to be careful here, haven’t I? But, yes, if I’m honest, I do like to smoke.”

Brought up on a farm in Northumberland, before moving to Cheshire at the age of 10, Healy likes to describe his upbringing as middle-class suburban, but obviously that’s not quite accurate. Regular visitors to the family home included his dad’s mates Rick Wakeman, Jeff Lynne of ELO and Mark Knopfler, and there was never any question that Healy, who got his first drum kit when he was only five, was going to do anything other than perform. When his mother was struggling with a dependence on cocaine and alcohol, he wrote a song about it (he proudly tells me that she and her third husband, the painter Lincoln Townley, have been clean and sober for six years; his parents divorced in 2012). Healy has referred to his own struggles with addiction when the band first rose to fame. “But I don’t drink any more, or at least I don’t drink at home. And although I still smoke weed, I consider it a lesser of many evils.”

Healy is a master provocateur: during the band’s Brits performance, lines from the some of their worst reviews flashed up on screen — “Pretentious”, “shallow”, “punch-your-TV obnoxious” and so on — causing some of the audience to think they had been hacked. That’s his role, as the Mick of the band, but not everything he says, and goodness does he have a lot to say, is merely for effect.

In the two hours plus I’m at his house, he treats our interview a little like a therapy session, talking about how he struggles with his “carnal impulses — a beautiful woman, that’s the closest I’ve ever come to divinity”, and how he is all too aware of his messianic influence over a certain demographic, girls between the ages of 13 and 17. Upstairs he has a suitcase full of the gifts he has been showered with on tour: artwork, books, knickers, you name it. One of his most treasured is a rare signed copy of Truman Capote’s In Cold Blood that was pressed into his hands after a gig in Sheffield.

“I wouldn’t accept it until she brought her dad backstage to say it was OK,” he says. “I’m not sure she realised what a find it was. But then look at Mary Shelley, who wrote Frankenstein when she was only 18. The desires of a teenage girl can be as sophisticated as mine, and when they are looking to me as a source of information, that’s a big responsibility. You can see where impostor syndrome sets in.”

Self-aware, in other words, doesn’t describe the half of it. But then, like Stormzy with his depression and Zayn with his anxiety and even Riz Ahmed with his views on Islamophobia, public emoting is part of Healy’s schtick. As he shared in his acceptance speech at the Brits: “In pop music … they tell you to stay in your lane when it comes to talking about social issues — but if you have a platform, don’t do that, please don’t do that.”

“Well, that whole ‘I don’t give a shit’ thing has never really gone far with me,” he says. “It’s why indie is my most hated [music] scene — a scene where you pretend you don’t care in order to not get judged on how bad you are as a musician. But times have moved on. I’m a privileged middle-class kid from Macclesfield. I can’t pretend to be what I’m not.”

Back, please, to his love life. He was rumoured to have dated Taylor Swift, but I can confirm they never even kissed, they “only fancied each other”. At the Brits there was a Lily-Rose Depp lookalike in a silver dress sitting next to him — Gabriella Brooks, an Australian who, yes, is a model, “but not a model model. She’s a chilled-out surfer chick who has never once asked to go out to an event, which is just amazing because I hate those big red-carpet events.” So, is this the future Mrs Matt Healy? Might he, at the tender age of 28, be settling down?

“Oh, bless. I’ve put her through the mill, brought her closer, pushed her away, brought her closer. See, although I know now I don’t need my equal on the intensity spectrum, I enjoy fantasising. What if someone like, say, Rihanna wanted to marry me? Am I shutting myself off from the opportunity of marrying someone like Rihanna?

“Oh, I don’t know,” he says suddenly looking terribly young.“I’m still trying to figure it all out.”

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