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love-islike-abomb · 1 month

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Its all coming back to me now

Roman reigns x Emeline(OC)

"There were moments of gold

And there were flashes of light

There were things we'd never do again

But then they'd always seemed right

There were nights of endless pleasure

It was more than all your laws allow"

Warnings: smut, its sad but has a happy ending, I guess it's my way of working out how I feel about WM40, errors I may have missed.

Word count: 2,374

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @mzv11 @marchm-langdon @mandeelemons @pittieprincess22 @romanreignshairdresser @weirdgirl16355 @wrestlingprincess80

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A heaviness came over her seeing him laying on the mat. Her heart dropped into her stomach, tears welling in her eyes. She dropped to the floor, her legs unable to hold her up anymore "Emeline!" She knew the voice but it wasn't his! With all her strength she forced herself to stand and as fast as her legs would carry her she ran. She didn't know where she was running to but she just wanted away from here.

The sound of the pouring rain filled her ears when she opened the door to the arena, numbing her senses. She ran out and slammed the door behind her. Running into the street, she hadn't payed attention to the cars that were driving by. A loud horn signaled the unthinkable. She'd been hit!

Laying on the ground, her legs broken and pain shooting through her all she cared about, still, was him. The person yelling at her was hazey. Their voice was muffled. Then she heard the sirens and everything went black.

Romans POV

I walked up the wrap to the wiseman and just broke. We shared a long hug "your wife is waiting for you my tribal chief!" He Said. I walked back stage and Dakota came running to me "Roman we can't find Emeline!" She said.

"what?" I asked "Paul just said she was waiting for me!"

"she ran out of the arena after the match! Hunter tried to stop her but she was in her own world! Her eyes were glossed over! And we heard a car honk!"

My blood ran cold "you didnt think to go fucking look?!" I yelled before running outside. When I saw the red and blue lights I knew in my gut she was hurt! I ran as fast as I could to the ambulance. The cop stopped me before I could cross "sir you can't go past here!"

"that's my wife!" I yelled, before he moved aside and let me pass "Emeline! Baby girl!" Her eyes were shut and her face was scraped up and bruised. I looked down and saw her legs were broken. This is all my fault! "Emeline, I'm so sorry!" I kissed her forehead.

"sir she's alive but we have to get her to the hospital! She's probably gonna need emergency surgery!" The EMT said.

"what happened?" I asked.

"someone who saw the whole thing said she ran out into the street and looked like she was distraught. She hadn't payed attention to the cars and..." He stopped, seeing my reaction. I grabbed her hand and held it to my face, all I could do was cry. This was all my fault. I let her down!

"Emeline please come back to me!" I sobbed, holding her hand in mine. My world stopped. I couldn't lose her! "Sir we have to put her in the ambulance. You can ride with her." The EMT said.

I let go of her hand so they could get her in the ambulance and hopped in beside her, grabbing her hand again, tears welling in my eyes. If it kills me I was gonna beat Cody's ass!!

When we got to the hospital, I called Seth, dwayne, Paul, jimmy, and hunter and let them know what happened. Hunter gave me some half assed apology about it and I nearly tore him a new one but Emeline wouldn't want me to do that so I just said "thanks!" And hung up.

Just as they wheeled her back into surgery Paul walked up to me hugged me "how is she?" He asked.

"they just wheeled her back into surgery!" I said "her legs are broken!"

"I'm so sorry!" Paul said "Dwayne's on his way along with the twins and solo!"

The realization of what happened finally hit me and I broke down "I can't lose her Paul!"

"it's gonna be ok! She's gonna be ok!" He said.

4 hours later

When the doctor finally came out I was trying to read his expression but he was blank and my heart sank.

"how is she?" I asked.

"She's stable but both her femurs were broken. She's gonna need physical therapy and that's just the emergency part of it. We don't know if she had any head trauma and we won't know until she wakes up." He said "your wife is a fighter!"

"Can I go see her?" I asked.

"Of course!"

"Thank you! Where is she?"

"Room 406"

I ran down the hall and when I found her room, I walked in and my heart broke. She was connected to so many tubes and machines. I hadn't even noticed the nurse checking on her "you must be her husband?" She asked.

"Yes!" I said "a few others are going to be coming as well."

"We can only have 2 visitors at a time in the room. Its to keep the room clear for staff!" She said.

"I understand!" I said, forcing a half smile "I wasn't there to protect her! This is all my fault!" I broke down in tears. I felt a hand on my shoulder "it's not your fault. Accidents happen." She smiled "your wife is a very lucky woman to have a man like you and she's a fighter!"

"No, I'm the one who's lucky! She's stood beside me when no one else did! She believed in me when no one else would! Without her I wouldn't be who I am today!" I smiled.

"it's late why don't you get some sleep? The chair is a pullout." She said "I can get you a pillow and a blanket if you'd like?"

"i'll probably lay down later. My mind isn't going to shut off anytime soon! Especially not seeing her like this!" I said, grabbing Emeline's hand.

"well if you need anything just let me know!" She smiled.

"thank you!" I smiled back.

The next morning

I woke up with my head on my arm, I don't know when I fell asleep but I still had Emeline's hand and in mine. She had started to stir when I woke up and when she opened her eyes I was so happy "Emeline! Baby girl! Thank the gods your ok!" I reached to give her a kiss but she pulled away from me "who are you?" She asked.

The sting I felt in my chest was like nothing I'd felt before. I remembered the doctor said we wouldn't know if she had any head trauma until she woke up but I wasn't expecting this! I pressed the call button for the nurse.

"Hello, is everything alright?" She asked.

"Emeline's awake!" I said, my voice starting to crack "but she doesn't remember me!"

"we'll be right there!" The nurse said.

"you still haven't answered my question!" Emeline said "who are you?"

I reached for my wallet and pulled out a picture of us at our wedding "Emeline, I'm your husband!" I said, trying to keep myself from crying.

The nurse came running in the room "hey I know you want her to remembe but that's not the way to do it! It has to be gradual and she has to do it herself. I cant imagine what you feel right now but it's gonna be ok. 90% of the time the amnesia is temporary!" The nurse said trying to comfort me but it didn't work.

"I need to get some air!" I said, walking out of the room. My wife didn't remember me! The love of my life, my best friend didn't know who I was. I leaned against the wall and slumped to the ground, putting my head.in my hands. Tears fell down my face. I couldnt be without her! She was my world!

"joe?" I heard a familiar voice say.

"dwayne!" I said standing up and hugging him "she's awake but she doesn't remember me!"

I heard him sigh "it's not her fault or yours. Don't blame yourself! She'll remember you. I know it hurts but you can't rush it!"

"people keep telling me that but no one is telling me how to help her!" I yelled "my wife doesn't fucking remember me!"

Emeline's POV

I heard him shouting out in the hallway his couldnt remember him and I didn't understand why he was so angry. I felt sorry for him but I wasn't his wife. The nurse came in and gave me some pain medicine and I felt better. My brain was so scrambled I didn't even know how to start trying to figure out who he was.

"where's the tv remote?" I asked.

The nurse picked up the call light and showed me how to use it. I started flipping through the channels and couldn't find anything. Nothing interested me. I still had my phone so I decided to listen to some music. I hit the shuffle button and the sound of a piano filled My ears. It was a familiar sound but I wasn't sure why I knew it.

"I finished crying in the instant that you left!" I started to remember last night. "I can barely recall but it's all coming back to me!"

My friends started flashing in my head Naomi, iyo, Bayley!

"and if you kiss me like this!" Joe? "Joe!!" I yelled.

My body wouldn't move! I could hear his voice but I couldn't move!! Was I dead? No I can't be dead! I can hear him yelling! What's going on then? I tried to push a button, make a noise, anything but nothing! And then darkness. Empty, cold darkness!

3 days later

Emeline had started to slowly show signs of improvement. The doctors had hope that the coma was her brains way of healing itself and when she woke up she'd remember. All they could do was hope. Joe never left her side! Beside himself with grief all he could do was wait.

Holding her hand he fell asleep next to her again, hoping it was all a nightmare and he would wake up and she would be fine. A soft groan woke him "joe?" Her voice was faint but he clearly heard her say his name "baby girl?" He said rubbing her hair.

"what happened?" She asked "why am I in the hospital?"

"you were in an accident" he said, trying to figure out how to tell her "you had to have surgery because you were hit by a car! Are you in pain?" He asked.

"a little!" She said, as he reached for the call button. The nurse came in "your awake!" She smiled.

"how long was I out for?" Emeline asked.

"4 days!" The nurse said "do your remember anything?"

"I remember joe freaking out that I didn't know who he was and-"

"Emeline you've been out this whole time!" The nurse said "it's not uncommon for coma patients to dream"

"it was so real though!" She said "no matter how hard I tried to wake up I couldn't!"

"it's ok baby girl! You're ok!" He smiled at her.

"I'm gonna go get the Dr!" The nurse said, leaving them alone. He smiled widely at her "I'm so glad you're awake! I was so worried!"

"I don't remember what happened!" She said.

"it's probably best you don't right now." He said "it could make things worse!"

The Dr came in a few moments later "Emeline! Its good to see you awake!" She smiled "your gonna need therapy for your legs, I'm gonna give you some very strong pain killers. You'll be in the hospital for. Few more days as long as things go well. You need to rest as much as possible!"

"can he stay with me?" She asked.

"of course he can!" The Dr smiled, noticing their hands intertwined.

A few months later

Emeline's legs were 70% better! They hadn't been able to be intimate since she got hurt and Both of them we're going crazy with want! When she woke up in their canopy bed, he was still next to her. It was still dark but the moonlight shinning in the room made his skin glow.

His gaze at her made that heat between her legs pool. His eyes darkened with lust when he pulled the blanket back, seeing her naked body. Her curves, her perky, beautiful breasts and her eyes lusting just as much as his "I need you baby girl!" He said leaning towards her, pulling her body as close to his as possible. Kissing down her shoulder he felt goosebumps form on her skin, his thick beard tickling her as he moved to her breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth.

She laid on her back, letting him crawl over her. Reaching his hand down, running it through her folds before bringing his fingers to his lips and licking them clean "delicious!" He groaned, running the tip of his thick cock through her essence "joe please!" She groaned. Her pleas were music to his ears. He lined himself up with her entrance and slowly slid in, both of them letting out deep groans of pleasure. It'd been so long since they:d felt each other, both of them nearly busting at the sensation.

"Uhn! Fuck baby girl! I've missed how this pussy suckles my cock! Fuck!" He groaned.

He gently wrapped her legs around him, before lifting them over his shoulders "uhn! So fucking tight!"

A deep growls escaped him as he felt her pussy squeeze him even more "that's it baby! Give it to me! Let me feel you cum!" He growled. His words sending her over the edge, her walls spasming around him "oh fuck! That's my good girl! Milk my cock!" He growled throwing his head back, his own orgasm rocking his body, her walls milking him dry.

When he stilled inside her, they were both still spasming, neither one wanting to leave the other "I could stay like this all night!" She smiled.

He smiled back "I could to! I could make love to you all night long!"

"What's stopping you?" She smirked.

He smirked back "I love you baby girl!"

"I love you to!" She smiled. The rest of the night he showed her how much he's missed her, making her scream his name.

#Spotify #roman reigns #big daddy uce #roman reigns x oc #wwe x oc #wwe smut #roman reigns smut #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #roman reigns imagine #my tribal chief #wwe #wwe fanfic

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911lonestar911imagines · 2 months

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My girl- Judd Ryder x Reader Smut

Summary: After a small scare, Judd comes home to make it up to his girl, Y/n

Warnings: Smuuuuuuuut

Summary: After a small scare, Judd comes home to make it up to his girl, Y/n

Your husband was always a kind man, but a wreckless one. You loved Judd more than anything, and would do whatever he asked, even though he hates asking for things from you. So whenever you heard his voice over your scanner, that you may or may not have taken home from your shift you got worried.

"Cap, If I don't make it home..You make sure my girls know I love em"

His words echoed in your head, you knew calling and texting would be no use, so you were forced to sit and wait, for either Owen to show up with bad news, or to see your husband walk through the door like any other night. Sitting on the couch with your daughter you leaned back, trying your best not to fall asleep, you had to stay up, no matter how late It was.

Judd groaned getting the last stitch done on his shoulder, anxious to get back home to you and his daughter, finally he saw Paul walking over with his phone "Sorry man, someone moved your charger, so it was in a different spot" He apologized handing the phone over, Judd just nodded unlocking it and starting to search for your contact.

Your phone ringing scared you awake, not sure when you got up and put your baby in her bassinet you searched for your phone desperate to answer incase it was Judd. "Hey baby doll" You heard your husband's southern drawl come through the other end of the phone. "Judd..Are you alright?" You asked immediately chewing on your nails, your body shaking with anxiety "Yeah, yeah, I'm alright, baby doll. I'm leavin' the firehouse now" he said calmly, picking up on your anxious tone. "You had me worried, husband" You whispered finally feeling your body relax "I know, I know, I'll tell 'ya all bout it once I get home" He explained, you smiled to yourself a bit starting to pace the living room waiting for his arrival.

It felt like forever before you heard the front door open, rushing over to him, you hugged Judd tightly taking in a deep breath. "There's my girl" He whispered kissing your face repeatedly as he lifted you up, carrying you to the couch. "I missed you" You whispered wrapping your arms around his shoulders, Judd just huffed against your skin, running his hands up your back. "Bad day?" You whispered pressing your lips against his jawline "Shhh" He hushed squeezing your waist "No work talk, no baby talk right now" Judd added on pulling you closer to his body on his lap, making you grind against his lap.

"Mr. Ryder, sir, what has gotten into you" You chuckled, feeling him squeeze your hips in disagreement. "Just missed my wife, damnit" He grunted, pressing his thumb into your jawline, forcing your head to the side before leaving hickeys down your neck.

"J-Judd" You whispered in shock, you and Judd had done things like this before, but he's never come home and immediately wanted to get in bed with you. He pulled away grunting giving you an almost tempting glare "I missed my wife, and I couldn't help but catching a glimpse of you this mornin'" He whispered pulling off your shirt, you cupped his cheeks, forcing his eyes to look up at you. "All you had to do was ask" You chuckled attempting to get up and lead him to your bedroom, but he just pulled you back onto his lap, not moving from his spot on the couch.

"Judd, we're in the living room" You whispered resting your fingers in his hair "I'm not movin, little one's in her room, it's okay" He whispered grinding his hips against yours, forcing you to dig your nails into the back of his neck "Fuck" He grunted pulling you closer, you moved your hands down before your fingertips found the stitches on his shoulder. "Judd what happened?" you asked pulling away "Don't wanna talk about it" He grunted trying to kiss your neck again but you pulled away again. "I fell off the rig's ladder and got a little banged up, I'm alright though" He whispered before undoing his belt, you didn't care how many times you and Judd had sex, it would always make your stomach flip seeing him take his belt off. Judd could notice your stare on his belt, he smirked taking your hands behind you using his belt to keep them latched behind. You let out a very shaky breath looking at him "You want this?" He asked cockily grinding his hips up against you, holding the end of the belt to keep your hands behind you. "Yes, please Judd, yes" You half whispered half moaned, trying to keep your voice down, Your husband smirked kissing down your chest as he undid your night shorts for you.

"Holy hell, you're beautiful" You heard Judd whisper before feeling your shorts and the underwear you were wearing being ripped off "Judd!" You whisper yelled looking at him in pure shock "They were too much struggle" He shrugged caressing the side of your neck with his thumb. "Judd. Fuck me please" You grunted in annoyance "Mrs. Ryder, language" He warned teasingly before pushing two of his fingers inside of you, you felt your legs twitch as you arched your back. You two weren't that extreme in bed, but Judd was possessive, and in certain moods of his, he doesn't want anybody getting you off, especially yourself included.

"You're alright, baby, stay there" He grunted kissing you deeply while biting your lip, you whined against his lips feeling his fingers curl inside of you. "J-Judd" You whimpered scratching at his back while grinding against his fingers "Yea baby, you're doin great, takin three fingers" He grunted biting down on your neck lightly. You whimpered trying not to arch your back and follow Judd's instructions, whining as you felt him pull his hand away from you "W-What..?" You whimpered looking at him before biting your lip. You watched as he pulled himself out of his boxers and jeans, stroking himself with one hand as he undid your hands. He helped you lean back on the couch, holding your hands above your head as he slowly pushed into you, you fought against his hands, desperate to touch his skin, pull his hair, hell even just a quick kiss, but Judd was staying persistent, watching you fall apart just by him bottoming out.

"Talk to me baby, use them pretty words of 'yers" Judd whispered in your ear slowly pulling his hips away from you, to the point where you only felt the tip inside of you. "F-fuck Judd, I've missed you, so much, fuck I've missed this" You whined still fighting against his hold, which was obvious that it frustrated but amused Judd. "Do better" He grunted pushing all the way back inside of you, making you arch your back, forcing your chest into his face "Good girl" He whispered taking a nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over it, doing small motions while moving his hips, keeping his dick inside of you going in and out. "J-Judd please come on" You groaned trying to grind your hips to speed up his agonizingly slow pace. "Oh You want it faster now, do you?" He asked breathily before bucking his hips quickly, he slammed his lips against yours to keep you quiet, letting your hands fall so he could find your clit with his ring and middle finger.

You felt like you were about to explode, the pressure between your legs was intense, and Judd knew it, he reveled in the fact he could make you fall apart this quickly. Judd on the other hand wasn't worried about his release, just watching you fall apart on his dick over and over again.

Your husband had you laying on the couch for almost three hours, orgasm after orgasm, you weren't even sure Judd was cumming, but he was enjoying himself, putting you in different positions just to see how quickly you fell apart.

#judd ryder #judd ryder smut #judd ryder x reader #911 lone star

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franklyimissparis · 4 months

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who’s who in “let ‘em in” by wings (1976)

and some other thoughts on the song

prefacing this by saying that paul himself has changed his own interpretations and offered many explanations up for each name mentioned in the song! i don't necessarily think there's one right answer about what's about who - paul is known for writing about multiple things at once and having many layers of inspiration behind his lyrics. i will mostly be focusing on the names paul lists off within the song, in the order they appear, starting with:

- sister suzy: suzy was linda mccartney's alter ego within her own band, suzy and the red stripes which was active at the time this song was written. paul has stated on many occasions, including in “the lyrics”, that sister suzy is a reference to linda.

- brother john: a lot of articles reference brother john as being john eastman, linda's brother, while others reference john lennon. paul himself said it could be either. but if we're being honest, the first person paul's gonna think of when someone says “john” is lennon, hands down.

it's worth noting the use of sister when describing linda, paul's wife. while it could make sense in the context of the line brother john being john eastman (john and linda being actual brother and sister to one another), i think it's valid to examine the other potential meanings as well, particularly if we think of brother john as john lennon. it places paul's relation to them both as, firstly, familial and implies an equality in the roles they've served within paul's life. starting the list of people with linda (placing her as the most important as the lot) and then john second is interesting as well. we've seen countless examples of paul and john both comparing their relationships with their wives to their relationships with each other and i think it's striking that paul does this here, whether consciously or not.

(nowadays, paul's brother and sister in law via his wife nancy are actually named jon and susie, coincidentally enough.)

- martin luther: paul writes in "the lyrics" that this is about MLK which i'm sure it partially is but also there is an account of the other three beatles jokingly calling john "john martin luther lennon" in the early days though i couldn't find a solid source for this. there is the infamous 1985 hunter davies quote from paul's off the record phone call with him where he called john “martin luther lennon" but that was obviously years after let 'em in and in a massively different context (though potentially this could suggest that it’s a comparison he’s mentally made before but that’s a bit of a stretch, evidence wise lol). i’ve also heard people say martin luther could potentially be a reference to george martin as well, which is possible. others have speculated that this is a reference specifically to martin luther and the 95 theses (“knocking on the door" i.e. nailing the theses to the door) which paul says may have been true on an unconscious level but wasn't purposeful.

- phil and don: the everly brothers, one of paul and john's earliest and biggest influences as young lads. they were heavily inspired by the everly brothers when they performed as their duo, the nerk twins. they also referred to themselves as the foreverly brothers on other occasions.

- brother michael: paul's brother mike, unsurprisingly. though paul also states in “the lyrics” that this might have been a reference to michael jackson as the timing works with paul and linda meeting the jackson 5 around the same time as well but i think realistically he probably mostly had mike mccartney in mind with this one.

- auntie jin: paul’s real and favourite auntie from liverpool. saw one very rogue take that it’s meant to sound like ‘antigen’ but, quite frankly, i think that’s a bit horseshite.

- uncle ernie: in “the lyrics”, paul mentions that he has a cousin called ian who was sometimes referred to as "ern". but also states that at this point he was just playing with words and sounds and this probably wasn't his intention. previously, paul has attributed the line as a reference to keith moon, who was close to the mccartneys in the 70s prior to his death and played the character of uncle ernie in the film tommy (1975). it also could refer to ringo starr as well, as he voiced uncle ernie in the LSO's recording of tommy. ringo himself referenced let 'em in ("someone's knocking on the door/someone's ringing my bell") in 2003 in the song "english garden" which suggests that, at the very least, he felt as though there was some connection to him there.

- uncle ian: like previously stated, paul has mentioned his cousin ian as potentially inspiring this line but personally i think uncle ian could be a reference to paul himself. "ian iachimoe" (meant to phonetically sound out "paul mccartney" backwards) is one of paul's many pseudonyms, thought to have been created around 1966. he signed the lyrics of paperback writer with "yours sincerely, ian iachimoe" and it is also said that in order to distinguish themselves from the rest of his mail, paul would tell his close friends and family to address letters to ian iachimoe so he would know to read them.

paul referred to "let 'em in" as the musical equivalent of a "stocking stuffer" in “the lyrics” which i'm sure it was in his mind but me and my tin hat will be reading deeper into it as usual! this song reminds me quite a lot of “call me back again" in the sense that i think (subconsciously) it may be a bit of a poke at john to get in contact with him.

it's important to note that the album was written/recorded/released around the time of the infamous “it isn't 1956 anymore” incident where, according to john, paul kept showing up at the dakota with his guitar after sean was born without calling ahead. john would let him in but would be a bit put off about it until one day he gave paul a bit of shite for it and paul took it quite personally. while the actual incident is noted as happening in april of 1976 (according to the beatles bible) if it's true that, as john says, this happened a few times there could have also been some tension with paul appearing at john's in the prior months before paul recorded the song in february of 1976.

paul has spoken of the song as reminiscent of a typical party in liverpool where there's sort of a constant stream of family and friends coming through the door - this could be something paul is nudging john to remember (especially with the references to their teenage musical influences and acquaintances and paul's family members that john himself once knew personally.) something along the lines of "oh come on, john, you've gotta just let people into your life, you can't shut out the people who love and miss you. this is how it used to be with us, don't you remember those days?" ... but that's just my interpretation. anyway sorry this was so long but i just thought i'd share in case some of you hadn't heard all the possible interpretations of the lines :))

#think this is my longest post to date #all right time to go to bed seeing as it’s SIX and i’ve spent the past two hours compiling this 😭😭#paul’s gay subconscious #< my new favourite tag #paul mccartney #wings #wings at the speed of sound #john lennon #mclennon #john and paul #linda mccartney #ringo starr #the beatles #keith moon #mike mccartney

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luv4fandoms · 1 year

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Another headcanon that my brain just thought of with the headcanon of Marko being Italian.

Slightly nsfw. Fem!Reader

Calling him an Italian Stallion

The first time you said it was teasingly, everyone was heading to the boardwalk and as you followed you just said "I call dibs on riding with the Italian Stallion"

The grin on Marko's face was instant

Like full on shit eating, ego has been boosted grin

The second time you said it was more loving

Marko was watching you as you come back to their bikes, hand and hand with Laddie.

He noticed some surfer Nazis staring at you as you played the games, winning the small boy the stuffed bat he wanted.

He knew he couldn't just walk over and kill them, as much as he wanted to.

You noticed his gaze once you stood next to him and followed it to a group of guys all staring at the two of you.

Rolling your eyes you looked back at Marko, turning his head to face you.

"Ignore them"

"they're staring"

"let them stare, you know I only have eyes for my Italian Stallion" you told him with a playful smile, a smile that was quickly mirrored on his face before he pulled you in for a deep kiss

Little did the two of you know that at the same time, while kissing, you both flipped off the group of guys.

The third time it was your turn to be a bit jealous.

Some girl thought she had the right to come up and outright flirt with Marko

You had been talking to Paul near his bike as you both looked around the crowd for his potential hookup/meal that night when you first heard it

That God awful giggle followed by a "well hello handsome, you look like a fun time"

You and Paul turned at the same time, noticing a blonde girl twirling her hair and eyeing Marko like she wanted to eat him

You internally laughed because you knew it would be the other way around

But never the less you could feel your blood boil when she laid her hand on his arm, leaning in to talk to him.

"I've seen your group around before, you get into fights a lot" she giggled. "But I've also seen you cuss people out in Italian, that's hot, I love Italian men. You maybe wanna let me go for a ride on your bike?"

And with that you were done.

"The only one riding on that bike and that Italian Stallion is me, and if you'd like to keep that hand of yours unbroken I suggest you remove it from his arm" you spoke behind her, watching as she slowly turned to face you, eyes wide.

Marko on the other hand had the biggest grin on his face

And low-key may have popped a boner at your territorialism

"And you are?" She actually had the nerve to ask.

"His girlfriend, now you have five seconds before I rip your throat out. 5!"

And with that she was gone with her group of friends, looking at you like you were completely insane.

Marko on the other hand was cackling

To him it was the funniest shit, after all, he had no desire for any girl but you, but how quickly you shut her down made him feel almost..proud in a way.

"You weren't jealous were you babe?" He asked with that shit eating grin as he pulled you in close.

"Not jealous, jealousy is when you know there is a possibility of losing. I'm territorial, simply protecting what's mine"

"What's yours huh?" He asked, grin now buried against your neck, Marko never had someone flat out tell him he belonged to them, and he wouldn't lie and say it wasn't doing things to him.

"why don't we head back to the cave? I can grab a snack tomorrow" he said with that grin that said you were in for a long night.

The fourth time you said it was after you got back to the cave.

Things were getting hot and heavy

Clothes were already off

Kisses had become messy

And Marko had already made you cum twice just with his tongue and fingers alone.

"You ready baby?" He asked, breath ragged from holding himself back.

"Show me what you got, Italian Stallion" you told him with a wink, listening to the growl that left him before he pounced, trapping your wrists against the bed with his hands. Your legs wrapping around his waist.

"sei tutto mio, amore mio per sempre" he whispered against your lips.

(Google translated that last bit so sorry if it's a bit off lol. But it said it means "you are all mine, my love forever")

Italian Marko really has me in a chokehold not gonna lie.

#honestly i feel like i need to write more about him being italian #they flow too easily not to lol #the lost boys #the lost boys headcanons #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys smut #marko the lost boys #the lost boys marko x reader #tlb #marko tlb #tlb 1987 #tlb smut #tlb x reader #tlb marko x reader #tlb headcanons #tlb hc

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tinkerbelldetective · 3 months

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You're still not sure how this works. You're 99% sure Rafael Barba is your soulmate, but the clock hasn't hit zero. You've met him, talked to him, and slid papers under his door for him to almost step on in the mornings or retrieve on late nights. But if the clock is still ticking, then you haven't met them, right? So, why do you feel safer when he's close by?

It's confusing. And you have no time for confusion about anything. Jack has delegated you second chair, one you are happy to accept. The case load is growing, the indictments issued flying from the clerk's office with increasing speed. You're issuing subpoenas left and right, searching records that go back so far you think you may have found the mythical lost pen an intern took from Paul Robinette because they were too chicken to ask him out so they settled for something he touched (or so you heard).

And Barba has hardly looked at you.

Olivia Benson had reassured you it was because the man is fiercely independent, not because he thought little of you. And while it helped, you couldn't help but grow saddened and irritated by the fact every interaction you shared with him was passing papers while he barely spared a glance.

The record in front of you is the biggest find yet. Unshredded and non-digitized remands. You're not sure how long you've been in this dusty old room, but it's worth it. You hop over the file boxes- you'll be back to fix them soon - and rush upstairs, aware you probably look like you've been crawling underneath a bed in a messy room, but this is it. The clincher. And you don't even care if he sees you looking dishelved, because this file is the red bow, the Michael Cutter homerun swing.

There's no dignity as you cross the threshold of his office, his brows raising as he pours his cup of coffee, your hands holding the file with such a tight grip he wonders how you haven't bent the folder.

"Rafael Barba, may I present four different remands and secret indictments. Done under suspicious circumstances and-" you flip through the file, finding the bright pink post it, "the other dismissed without prejudice."

The room slows, his eyes meeting yours with intensity. The clock on your wrist hits zero with an echoed final tock. You take a step closer, fiddling with the random thread on your sweater.

"I hoped it would be you."

He's quiet, placing his cup on the table before he takes the file out of your hands, fingers gently resting on your wrist, wordlessly asking for consent. You nod, watching with bated breath as he pushes the sleeve up just enough to see the fading clock.

"She always said it was the first time they see you not the first time you look," he murmers, thumb caressing your skin.

Barba's watching intently when you approach the stand, the evidence you either found or helped lead the way to balanced eaily in your hands despite the amount. The room grows quiet as you lay the receipts, the texts, fax confirmations, and signed agreements in front of the man on the stand.

"You weren't going to say this was a one-time deal, were you?"

Barba's hand lands at the small of your back as you descend the steps.

"Rafael," you begin, his first name foreign on your lips, "can I see your wrist?"

"It's zero."

You wrinkle your nose, halting at the bottom step.

"How long?"

"The day you met me."

"And mine just stopped?"

He frowns, removing his hand from your back to face you.

"Your dedication to justice, your determination, those became clear the minute you spent hours doing what someone else could have been doing. I saw you, and I knew." His hand cups your cheek fondly, brown eyes meeting yours, as if asking for permission. He presses his forehead to yours, lips barely grazing your own.

#rafael barba #my law and order: svu imagines #td rafael barba #rafael barba x reader

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littlefanficprincess · 2 months

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I want to see your pretty face

Oneshot

Pair: Tord (post end) x reader

Song: One woman Army (Porcelain Black)

Part 2

(A/n): Tord doesn't appear yet, but I want to first bridge the gap between meetings.

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How long has it been since I've seen Tord? 2...3 years, maybe 4?

It doesn't really matter to me, I just hope that he is alright. To keep my mind off things, I began to work out. Run around the block a few times every morning, do some yoga and going to the gym atleast twice a week.

I never got the answer on why Tord was on that wanted poster, there were more wanted posters everyday. Makes me wonder what he did to be wanted for that much money.

It was currently morning, I was on my morning run when I noticed a flyer on the ground. I grab it from the concrete floor and let me gaze glide across it. It seemed old, it had small tears and faded colors.

Red Army

+47 12345678

'Red Army? I don't think I've ever heard of it. It wouldn't hurt giving it a call, I'm kinda curious' I fold the flyer and stuff it into my pocket.

Once I had finished my jog, I enter my house and sits down on the couch. I pull put my phone and the flyer. I carefully type in the number into my phone.

Ring...Ring..."Hello, this is Senna Akuna from the Red Army. How may I help you?" A woman voice was on the other side, she sound like she was in her mid-thirties.

"My name is (Y/n) (L/n). I found a flyer on the street about the red army, I was curious on what the Red Army is" I chimes, fiddling with end of my shirt.

The woman on the other side lets a groan "Paul said he got rid of them all. Well the Red Army is an organisation which has the goal to change the world. It has existed for many years"

"Is there anyway to join it?"

"There is indeed ons, I could set up an appointment to see if you're fit. It's alright if you refuse. I will warn you that if you leak this information, you will be assassinated" She informs.

"Well, isn't that just comforting. I am intrested in joining"

"Ofcourse. I have a spot for you on Monday the 27th at 2:30, Is that a good time for you?"

"Yes, where should I go?"

"Go to the abandoned walnut factory outside town, there you will be picked up by a car. Which will bring you the base, you will be escorted to my office. I will see you then, have a nice day"

"You too" I press on the hang up button, and let out a huff. The idea of being in an army sounds thrilling and also exciting. I'd say I'm pretty fit and thanks to all those times where me and Tord went to the shooting range. Even if I was rusty, I still knew how to use a gun.

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Timeskip

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(Y/n) taps her foot against the concrete. She has been waiting for a few minutes, feeling the breeze blow past her.

A car pulls up, the windows were too dark to see inside. The window of it slightly lowers, just enough to hear what is going on inside, but not see inside.

"(Y/n) (L/n)?" A voice inside questions.

"That's me" (Y/n) answers, nodding.The back door opens, inviting her in. She enters the car, sitting down on the seat. She closes the door as the car takes off.

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Timeskip

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She was dropped off at a big building, it was black and red. She carefully the approaches the enterance, noticing a red button next to the door.

Reaching out, she presses it. A click could heard and the door opens. (Y/n) enters, cautiously, looking around.

"You must be (Y/n)" A voice says. Making (Y/n) turn towards the source finding a man. He was wearing a red sweater, with a blue overcoat over it. He had brown hair with split bangs.

"The one and only" The girl responds. She eyes the name tag on his uniform 'Patryck'.

"Follow me" Patryck turns his back, using his hand to motion for the girl to follow. He leads her to an office, it was a silent between them. Patryck found the girl familiar but couldn't place his finger on where he saw her. He knocks on the door.

"Who is it?" (Y/n) hears the same voice she spoke to on the phone.

"It's Patryck, I have (Y/n) (L/n) with me" Patryck speaks."Right, Patryck, you can leave. (L/n), please enter"

Patryck gives a small wave, before walking off to somewhere. (Y/n) turns to the door, opening it and walking through it.

There was a desk with a woman sitting behind it. She had dark colored hair and a suit with a red tie. She motions for the girl to take a seat infront of the desk, which she does.

"I have looked at your portfolio, I'm quite impressed. I heard that you often visited a shooting ranch, is that correct?" Senna explains, looking at the person on the other side of the desk.

"Oh yeah, like...6 years I think. It was mostly with my friend Tord, I haven't seen him in a long time, so I stopped visiting" (Y/n) replies, scratching her cheek.

Senna hums "interesting" she writes something on a paper next to, she puts the pen down "Your future will be discussed, I'll give you a call next week"

#fanfic #x reader #eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #tord x reader #ew tord #red leader #oneshot #ew patryck

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g-xix · 9 months

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RANKING the BETA SQUAD + HC's

Ranking from 1-10 on the who i find most to least attractive out of the beta squad and co! This includes Harry Pinero, Filly, Johnny Carey, Gib and Darkest on top of the beta squad, also.

Kinda just realised after writing this that I didn't rank them on attractiveness but just how much I'd wanna date them + dating headcannons... But either way, onto the rankings:

10. Johnny Carey I gotta give it to him, he's SHREDDED which is a big positive, but his content j isn't relatable or accurate to me which is probs bc the target audience is boys... Still feels a bit dodgy though, not a massive fan of that + the fact I feel like he'd be kinda mean in the relationship and expect you to take a joke is he ever just says smth blatanly rude, which is not it for me. I'll give it to him though- he's really physically attractive and the accent is lowkey kinda hot

9. Filly Felipé He's such boyfriend material. Like, he's so cute and I feel like he'd be so touch-needy and loving, but at the same time he's so energetic I would NOT be able to keep up. And the laugh could probs shatter my eardrums because of the ultrasonic metro-boom it emits. I'm waffling- basically, I think he'd be a great boyfriend but he's just too friendzone-y for me

8. Chunkz Like Filly, I feel like Chunkz'd be so cute when he's touch-needy and just wants to chill and spend time together... But I feel like he'd be onesided...?? Like, if he wanted to just spend some time cuddling n watching a movie then that's be fine... But if you patted the bed n asked him to come spend some time he'd say "Nah not in the mood"- j like blatantly shut it down which i probs couldn't take, as a very touch-dependant person

7. Darkest This place where "I would deffo date and I think he's so cute" starts on the list. This guy deffo wouldn't turn down some quality affection whether that just be hugging or chilling with his arm around you, and I can imagine him being endless entertainment. Just coming into your room, asking what you're doing before launching into random conversation for approximately two hours before he remembers he came to let you know dinner was ready and on the table. He may be bald, but he's proof that boyfriend material isn't measured in hair follicles 🫶

6. Gib He's probs quite high on the list, but he'd be such a vibe honestly. He'd make fun of you in the way that's easily laugh-off-able and he'd not get offended if you threw a comment back. Definitely says no whenever you ask whether he wants to go out or spend time together, but when you go to leave he says "JOKING, JOKING, OF COURSE I DO" and then plans out the most amazing date or just general thing to do.

5. Sharky I know people might think he's proper low on the list but idk i just grew out of my finding Sharky hot phase within like two weeks... I think it has something to do with the fact someone called him a variation of Paul Breech on TikTok and that altered all my perceptions of Sharky. That being said, I feel like if he even looked at me for a SECOND I'd fold. Undeniably, this man is attractive, and I feel like he'd be so good in a relationship. He'd happily oblige to touch and cuddling and organise such cute dates even once he's asked you to be his gf. He's a Pinterest-core boyfriend I reckon <3

4. Harry Pinero I SEE EVERYONE PUTTING PINERO SO LOW. NAH. HE'S... Annoying at times but fine. I have conflicted feelings about his personality, but when he's that fine I can let being slightly annoying slide. I think he'd be so touchy around friends because he wants to show you, the gf off. Absolutely, unbelievably proud to have you as a gf and always has his arm around your waist, or your shoulder, or is bending down to whisper something into your ear with a grin. Also this might be a bit out of pocket, but I feel like sex life with him would absolutely be one of the most exciting- you all heard the story about him getting head in the back of the taxi, right? Yeah, sex life w Pinero would be WILD.

3. Niko He's fine but it feels wrong bc he has a gf- ever since I found that out I've been HEARTBROKEN- LIKE SOMEONE THAT'S FRESH OUT OF BEING DUMPED, I'VE BEEN TRYING TO AVOID HIM AND NOT CATCH FEELS AGAIN 😭. That being said, he's undeniably fucking gorgeous and he's funny and... He's everything. He is the moment. He is... not mine :( . He's got the full package though fr, and putting him any lower that top 3 on this list would be a VIOLATION.

2. AJ Honestly broke my heart having to choose between AJ and Kenny for top spot because they're BOTH. SO. FINE. Aj's hair is so attractive and his eyes are just so UGH. Man's out here proving the triangle really is the strongest shape. He's such a mix of golden-boyfriend-material and would-be-super-annoying, but I would cherish this man either way. I may be taller than him, but he's just too fine- his style, his hair, his eyes, his triangle-head- he's too hot for this world.

1. Kenny Of course, this man had to be number one. The hair when it's fresh is absolutely gorgeous and either way, he's so fine with the durag on. And the glasses as well?? Completely weak in the knees. He screams confidence because he just knows he's hot and that somehow makes him even more attractive. Plus him being a boxer but also being so soft and touchy just makes him 100% boyfriend material. Don't try convince me otherwise. Also strikes me as the type of guy to just know what you want... Like, he'd just come home randomly with ginger nut biscuits and you would finish them before the end of the day because they're just exactly what you needed. And he'd plan dates so perfectly. Once again, this man is fresh out of Pinterest, the way he'd organise the cutest picnic dates and activity nights <33

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I'm not too sure who you're meant to tag in tag lists but I'm gonna tag @lia-wrld who's also done this (check out her list) and @kennysboxergf who I first saw do this!

Thanks for reading n hope everyone enjoyed :)

To see more, here's my MASTERLIST

#beta squad #harry pinero #darkest #darkest man #filly #yung filly #headcannons #aj shabeel #king kenny #niko omilana #chunkz #sharky #youtube #youtubers #beta squad ranking #requests open #x reader

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starpirateee · 2 months

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Hi! Could I request some Paul+Ted friendship that's not NOT romance... basically Paul find Ted crying in a bathroom stall and they chat and it's angsty and all that good stuff. Love your writing btw!

BTW Ted has HORENDOUS self-esteem and I will die in that hill.

You can absolutely suggest that! Do you mind if I use this as a continuation to the time loop prompt? I could make that really angsty...

"I wanna go back. I- fuck- I can't take this shit anymore!"

Ted's desperate attempt to keep himself in check had backfired drastically. Paul had known from the moment he confronted him that he looked like he was going to have a breakdown... And that had been proven all but true when he'd returned from his lunch break early and heard sobbing coming from behind Ted's office door.

After a moment of hesitation, and a check to confirm that nobody was following him, he knocked on the office door carefully, not wanting to startle him too badly.

"Christ-" Ted's breath hitched when his train of thought was so violently interrupted, and he tried for a moment to pretend like that hadn't scared him shitless. He took a breath, trying for all it was worth to sound even slightly normal. "Wh-what?" He asked, not noticing the way his voice shook.

Hand rested up against the door, Paul sighed softly. "It's just me, Ted."

"... Paul?"

"Yeah. It's just me. Can I come in?"

If Paul was asking that, he probably knew what kind of state he was in. Hell, he'd probably heard most of it anyway, who knows how long he'd been at it?

The panic had caused a tremor in his hands. In some kind of attempt to stop it, he pushed them both into the front of his hair and let his fingers graze through the strands that were trying to remain part of the gathering.

Don't do it. Don't you fucking do it. You're gonna make yourself sound like a madman, Ted. Don't let him in, don't-

"S-sure. Door's open."

Paul pushed his way through, and immediately saw what this state had done to Ted. He was on the ground, pressed up against his desk and hiding his face in his arms. His hair was uncharacteristically unkempt. Sure, Ted wasn't exactly known for keeping his hair neat, but there was so much of it out of the hair tie he normally used that there may as well not have been a hair tie at all.

He closed the door behind him, even though he knew there wasn't enough people in the office for it to matter.

Upon hearing that, Ted's gaze shot up, eyes wide and glistening, face streaked with tears. He tried to compose himself, but quickly realised that he was too far gone to care. Besides, Paul was probably here because he'd heard what was going on, there was no point in trying to hide it now.

"Ted, uh-" Paul hadn't come in with any kind of plan here. This was just plain concern talking, a need to see if there was anything he could do. Are you okay was the wrong question. He was so far from okay that it was almost astounding.

"What happened?"

As Paul chalked up a list of possibilities in his head, Ted tried to chalk up whether telling him straight out would be the right way to go. It was an insane demand, and there was no way Paul would believe him in any capacity. It's been Thursday for the past two and a half months... Yeah, that sounded stupid. And while there was a part of him that did want to be assured that it'd be fine, that he could move on even if it took time, he wasn't going to find himself admitting-

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Huh? What... What d'you mean, 'what"?"

"You just said-"

"Fuck."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

He'd said that out loud. He'd said that out loud. So much for not wanting Paul to think he was crazy... He couldn't even trust himself to say anything without his mind getting away from him!

It didn't matter. Paul knew now, and he couldn't exactly take it back...

So, he nodded. Better for him to walk out now and forget he ever asked. Better for him not to think he was losing his mind. Better if he said nothing.

But he stayed. Brow drawn, completely silent... He was waiting for something. An explanation, probably. Ted heaved a sigh and forced himself to think about his every word.

"It's- uh- yeah. It's been Thursday for- for weeks. The same Thursday. Yesterday." He motioned for Paul to take a seat somewhere; the way he was just standing there was starting to get intimidating.

With a shrug, Paul walked over and sat against the other side of the desk, to put a little space between them. He leaned back against it, and glanced over at Ted. "I don't think I understand..."

Ted sighed. That made two of them. "I don't- I don't know, okay? Every time I woke up, it- it was the fucking same. Same day, with the same people and the same fucking conversations… I had this whole- I had everything worked out, and now suddenly-"

"It's Friday..?" Paul offered, with a genuine air of sympathy about him.

Ted nodded. "Couldn't have said it better myself. Yeah. It- it's Friday. I thought I'd be glad it was all over, y'know? That things would stop being the same, but it feels like shit, Paul." He reached up to pull out his now redundant hair tie, and scrubbed his hand over his face to collect the loose tears still threatening to fall.

Paul didn't really know, nor did he think he'd understand, but Ted was messed up over it, and he thought he owed it to him to at least make an effort. "So, what, you woke up in the same day?"

"Every day. No matter what I did."

"How long for?"

"Stopped keeping track a couple weeks in. Today's just... It's a lot, y'know? Thought I'd be fine..."

Paul shifted ever so slightly closer. Ted was absently twisting his hair tie into various different knots, pulling them out, and then then doing the exact same thing all over again. He'd never seen him this anxious over anything before, it was a strange enough sight on just that. Ted was brash, confident, reckless... The man sitting five feet away from him was shaking, lost, and barely able to string a sentence together without stammering.

There was a part of Paul looking to investigate, to get to the bottom of whatever was playing on his mind. The rest of him knew that spirals like this spiked the nerves, left a guy helpless. Ted probably didn't even know how to explain what was going on in his head, let alone what had apparently happened yesterday.

So, he stopped himself asking too many questions.

"I wanna go back. I know what that sounds like... But I don't fucking care anymore, I wanna go back." A sob racked his chest and he ended up gasping for breath. He found the strength to look at Paul, his eyes wide and frightened. "Saturday's coming. I don't know how I'm gonna cope when I don't even have to come to this shit hole! At least today I could pretend things were normal!"

Paul shuffled so he was facing Ted properly. The latter did the same, feeling a strange sense of being understood here. He didn't even know what it was, but Paul seemed to have understood at least some of that sentiment.

"How are you for the movies tomorrow?"

Paul's question threw him right off guard. He blinked, stared at Paul, then blinked again. "Huh?"

"Would.... Would having some kinda plan make this whole thing any better?"

Yes, goddamnit, I need something normal and set, because I've got two days of this shit and I don't wanna lose my mind before I come back on Monday...

"I dunno.... Uh, maybe?" Then he tried to scoff, tried to gain a semblance of himself. "What, you asking me on a date to the movies, Matthews?"

"Not a date. But... Yeah. It doesn't matter what's on, we could just... Watch for the sake of watching, y'know?"

"... I'll be there."

#starkid #ted spankoffski #paul matthews #void offering #star mail #nova's tags →#this is a great ask #i heard you say paul catches ted crying and i kinda went ‘huh. where have i seen ted crying before?’#thus the continuation to the time loop prompt!#but god you anons are so nice thank you so much #i'm glad you like what i'm doing out here #also fuck yeah 😌 low self esteem ted so real

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iheartjohnlennon · 9 months

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'Looking out for you'

London, '64

Summary: Paul says let's kiss and makeup.

Word count: 1,187

Tags: Emotions, Mild Smut, Heavy Angst

Paul stood outside the door, a little uneasy. It had been a good couple of weeks since he had seen you, so he was keen to become familiar again.

He bought carefully selected gifts, eager to show his affection to make you feel like the only girl in the world. With a bouquet crowded with luscious flowers and a small box containing something silver and girly, he raised a fist to knock at the door.

The door opened and you appeared, you smiled happily at him with delight. Waves of attraction were all he could feel when he caught a long-awaited glimpse of you.

Paul couldn't help but blush with anticipation.

"These are for you, beautiful." He extended the bouquet to you, and the fragrant petals gently brushed your fingertips. "Somethin' pretty."

You leaned in for a hug, he embraced you back, he felt you.

You looked up at him lovingly, "Hello, Paul," your voice was small and kind. "It's fab to see you."

Paul grinned back. "It's good to see ya too," he replied sultryly.

As you embraced, Paul couldn't stop a sappy statement from escaping his lips, "Bein' away for those weeks felt like ages love. I couldn't wait to see yer gorgeous face again."

You giggled coyly.

Paul took a step back, holding your hands in his. He retrieved the small box from his pocket and presented it with a proud grin. "An' another surprise, stumbled upon it durin' my travels, thought it would be perfect for ya Y/N."

There was a delicate, silver necklace inside the box. The intricate and gentle design made your eye gleam with sincere fondness. "It's lovely, thank you."

"Yer welcome, it's our reminder."

As you made your way to the bedroom, Paul couldn't help but notice the slight state of the apartment. It was messy, cluttered with clothes and miscellaneous items. That roommate of yours was in the back of his mind.

He took a seat beside you on the duvet and reached for the bottle of pinot noir you had brought along with you. As he poured himself a glass, he suddenly spoke up. "Ya know, I've been thinkin'," he started, his tone profound. "I think you'd be better off livin' with me."

You looked in surprise, your eyes widening. "Why do you say that?" you asked, your voice tinged with confusion.

Paul shrugged, "I jus' worry about ya, tha's all," he said. "An' I know I could take better care of ya than yerself." He wanted so desperately to replace the last word in that sentence him.

You gazed at him sceptically. "I don't know.."

"Wha' do ya mean, 'I don't know,'?"

"I mean thank you," you continued, taking a sip of wine. "But I think I can handle it. And besides, I don't think my roommate would be too joyful if I just up and left."

Paul's expression darkened at the mention of him coming out of your mouth. He had always been slightly envious of that man, and the simple thought of him standing in the way of him and his girl made him feverish. What you may have done whilst he was gone made him feverish.

Paul couldn't concentrate, feeling a surge of jealousy. He didn't want to flat-out say you didn't need anyone else but him. He couldn't push that hard, that could be risky. Now was not a time to lose you.

He tried so hard to keep his attitude in check, so hard. His grip on stability and trust weakened and his feelings became palpable as he started the former discussion.

"Why must he live here?" He pressed, trying to sound all reasonable and that. "Carn't he find somewhere else to live? Or carn't you live with me? Tha's an option."

He amassed the questions, you didn't know what answers to give him because he didn't need any answers. You shook your head bemusedly. "He's a friend Paul and we get along just fine."

"Gettin' along too fine." He murmured bitterly.

"What was that?"

"I reckon ya heard me." He sniped.

"Well, what happens when I'm not around you then?" You sniped back but the words came out unhurriedly. You couldn't really be bothered to start this conversation again.

Paul's thoughts started to get the better of him. Insecurity and severe doubt bloomed and the stalk couldn't be cut.

Truth be told you obviously weren't the only girl in the world to him essentially, but you were his main one so what did it matter to you? It was his vitality.

"Ya know," Paul began, "I won't shake off yer little friend, as you so love to call him. I wonder what goes on when I'm not around." His voice was cutting to the nerves, you didn't understand what had gotten into him.

His inner turmoil was apparent in his glassy eyes. Your face fell slightly, damage apparent.

You discerned the horrific shift in his demeanour and replied timidly. "Oh."

Paul hesitated for a moment, what did he just do? Realisation dawned on him as he saw the impact of his words.

"God, 'm sorry Y/N." He sighed promptly and had to resort to pleading, "I shouldn't have said it like tha', tha' was unfair, forgive me." He rubbed his hands down his face, he looked exhausted.

You scrutinized him, love was evident.

"Heat of the moment type thing?" You responded.

Paul nodded, his expression filled with relief.

"Y/N, Listen-"

"I know." You reassured, squeezing his hand.

The evening wore on slowly, intimately, half nakedly. Paul held you tightly, finding solace whilst lying on your chest.

It was a deep moment, one so deep you could've fallen asleep. But then Paul suddenly shifted so he could be above you, his hazel eyes flirted with yours. He was an attractive blur as your eyes flitted.

He got closer, your breaths mingling. Paul's lips met yours in a soft and wet kiss, an enduring meld of desire. Your mouths dragged in a synchronized manner. "Christ, yer even prettier than I remember." He muttered.

You could taste the vivid blend of wine and spit, it was a charming flavour. You gently pushed him off, he deftly reached his hands down to massage your hips. Paul led a sensuous route from your navel to your breasts, along your neck tenderly; he cupped your face in his hands.

"Baby.." He sounded sure and knowing. It was total eye contact for a few beats. He wouldn't shy away from that.

"If ya ever call upon anyone else, I think I'll lose me sanity." He whispered in a sing-song voice.

"Yes Paul, I know."

"I need to have ya." He muttered, he inched down to suck on your neck. You had no intention of resisting. He invigorated his neck kisses and got angsty, including his teeth into it. You felt your heart flutter.

"Those weeks were bloody torture, without yer everythin'."

You laughed softly at those last two words.

Your gaze righteously lingered on him, he was the epitome of beauty right now. You both had a sudden craving for each other, something primal.

#paul mccartney x reader #the beatles #60s rock #the beatles imagine #the beatles smuts #the beatles x reader #vintage #john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #rock music #classic rock #Spotify

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la insanidad

A Messi x De Paul fanfic

Fandom: Men's Football RPF/ Argentina NT

Pairings: Lionel Messi/Rodrigo de Paul

N/A: So guys, I made a lil Rodressi fic. Maybe I'm inspired since I had a date today, ha. No beta so I apologize for the mistakes :( Anyway, gift for @vayvaov-m

Warnings: None

*****

Einstein used to say insanity was “doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results”. But Rodrigo never heard about it in his life. Or, at least, he didn't believe it.

A few years ago, he was sitting around waiting for someone. Leandro was at his side, not so restless, and obviously not breathing as fast as he was. When Rodrigo sighed heavily, he immediately saw Leandro watching him out of the corner of his eye. Lea could certainly see, between the lines of that gesture, how nervous his friend was.

“Hermano?” There was no response, Rodrigo kept looking at Lionel Messi, who walked towards them slowly. “So, you never saw him really?”

"I've seen him... I've played against him, I just... it's different now." Well, they never played in the same team. He never before got to see how Lionel Messi used to behave or act towards his teammates, how his brain used to work, how he used to do things. There were so many possibilities that his head was about to explode.

“He may seem intimidating at first, but there's no need to be afraid of him. I guarantee!"

"It's not fear, chabón."

"So what is it?"

Rodrigo couldn't explain. Lionel Messi existing in the same world as him, at the same time as he, was already something to make him thoughtful. Not everyone had that luck. Many people died before Lionel was born, others would be born when he was no longer there. Rodrigo could only feel sorry for certain individuals.

Existing while Lionel Messi existed was nothing but a gift.

He was still so far away. The haircut was new, with the sides of the head shaved and a high forelock. Hair was so shiny that Rodrigo would have bet he had applied hair gel. Also the tip of his nose was red, which gave him the idea Lionel was one of those to bath in the early morning.

“Hola, Leo!” Leandro said excitedly and Rodrigo watched them embrace briefly. He felt more and more isolated, but he couldn't help it. Lionel Messi was there. He might have been the smallest of the three, but he looked so big and majestic. His imposing figure and lifted chin revealed certain cockiness, nothing Rodrigo didn’t hear about before. “Bueno, this is Rodrigo.”

"Hola!" Lionel said, without much emotion. The animosity was not exactly new, but Rodrigo felt more at ease somehow. “I think I already know you.”

“Of course you do, you just never spoke to me. Dale! How can I call you? Lionel… Messi?”

"That's literally my name so it should do." He said, with a wry smile. Debauchery was common, as well as the indifference. It was to be expected considering how many disappointments he was having with the national team. “Buena suerte!” Lionel said, certainly referring to Rodrigo's debut, but his low and quiet voice made the younger man shudder. It was as if it existed in a very particular dimension, which Rodrigo didn't even think he deserved to be in.

Rodrigo could be fearless and courageous, he was also very confident. However, the only thing he could think about was the fear he was feeling. So this was how he was supposed to feel?

But as soon as he saw Lionel leaving he knew that if needed, Rodrigo would be waiting for him again.

Time passed, and reality was different. They were world champions and now Rodrigo was waiting with a smile. Nervousness gave way to expectation, but his heart was racing as if it was the first time. Lionel was now Leo enano. No only his teammate, but his friend… his capitán.

It has been long months without seeing him, without feeling him. That little man owned him so much that everything around him became insignificant.

Rodrigo missed him as well as every moment they shared. However, each memory was still alive, pulsing and flooding Rodrigo's mind. He remembered every touch they'd exchanged, every desperate hug or kiss after each of those victories. It was the time when Rodrigo was no longer chasing him, but at his side.

Sometimes what he felt for that man was so immense that maybe he couldn't bear it for long. But when Leo walked through that door, dressed in a beautiful smile and simple clothes, possessing the casualness of an ordinary person, Rodrigo sighed. He had held his breath too long and was perhaps on the verge of tears.

Leo was finally there. The wait was worth every second when seeing him so close, as perfect as the last time Rodrigo had seen him.

“Te extrañé, mi capitán!” He said, in a whisper to avoid crying.

Leo didn't say anything, his smile said enough. Rodrigo was sure he had missed him as he brought the back of his hand to his chin making him shiver with the slightest touch. Noticing the anxiousness from the younger man, Leo decided to get more closer, taking his face to almost touching the skin of Rodrigo’s neck.

“You smell good.” He said, sniffing.

Rodrigo tried not to think about how threatening that sounded, or at least, about how insane was the fact he liked Leo’s approach.

As long as he existed, the insanity would persist. For Leo, Rodrigo would be always waiting and, somehow, someday, Leo would be there.

#rodressi #lionel messi #rodrigo de paul #argentina nt #my fics #sorry for the mistakes #i was thinking about it since yesterday #just a lil silly fic

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The Firebird - Chapter 11

Pairing: Prince Paul (Catherine the Great) x OFC, Fairytale AU

Summary: When Paul, a spoiled young prince, spots a strange bird in the forest near his palace, he impulsively chases after it, hoping to both escape from and prove himself to his disapproving mother. Thus he is plunged into an exhilarating adventure across a magical realm populated by enchanted princesses, dangerous monsters, and powerful wizards, an adventure that may change him more than he can ever imagine.

Chapter warning: none

Chapter word count: 3k

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10

Chapter 11 - The House on Chicken Legs

It was the strangest sight Paul had ever laid eyes on since his arrival in Lukomorye, and considering he'd seen some pretty strange sights, that really was saying something. An iron mortar was flying into the clearing, carrying inside it an old woman, all bones and sagging skin, with a nose so long and hooked it almost touched her upper lip, a head of stringy white hair, and eyes that glinted within deep sockets under bushy brows that reminded him of a leshy's eyes. She was driving the mortar by beating it with a pestle in one hand, and in the other hand, she held a broom, which she used to sweep away her tracks. It seemed to Paul a rather cumbersome mode of transportation, but Baba Yaga—for he had heard enough tales of her to recognize her on sight, even without an introduction—clearly found it quite efficient.

The mortar stopped, and Baba Yaga stepped off. Her gimlet eyes bore into the four of them, searching, measuring. They all involuntarily cowered, even Ilya, who lowered his bow with an uncertain frown. At this closer range, Paul realized that Baba Yaga's eyes weren't quite like a leshy's. He couldn't tell what color they were, only that they were dark, sharp, and profound—not just physically deep, but containing unfathomable wisdom and age. It was rather like being gazed at by an abyss.

"Well, well, well," Baba Yaga said. "What do we have here? Three Lukomorians and a Russian! By Perun, we are eating well tonight!"

Zhara gently extracted her trembling hand from Paul's and stepped forward. "Please, grandmother," she said, bowing low. "I am Zhara Artyomovna of—"

"I know who you are, girl," Baba Yaga interrupted. "I know who all of you are, except for this one"—she pointed a bony finger at Paul—"but what I don't know is, what you are doing here."

"Please, we don't mean to trespass," Zhara said. "We're here to most humbly ask for your help."

"Help? To bring down your brother?" Seeing their surprised looks, Baba Yaga chuckled. "Yes, I know all about your brother and his scheme, girl. What's it got to do with me?"

"What's it got to do with you?! How could you ask such a thing?" In her shock, Zhara forgot her diffidence and raised her voice. "If my brother gained immortality, he would crush Lukomorye! He would destroy everything, including you!"

Baba Yaga's eyes glittered strangely. "That is not immortality he is striving for," she said. "He is only trying to cheat Death, and believe me, you cannot cheat Death for long. As for destroying me... I am older than these trees around me, older than the river running through that meadow, older than those hills there, older than the land itself. Whatever he can do to me, I shall welcome it." Her words sounded like they were coming from far, far away, and Paul shivered.

"Please, grandmother, you're our only hope—" Zhara said, extending her hands toward Baba Yaga imploringly.

"It is foolish to hope," Baba Yaga said, as cold and unyielding as a mountain. "There is nothing I can do for you."

Zhara looked back at her companions with eyes full of despair. At the sight of her tears and her trembling lips, Paul forgot all his fears. He would not let anyone treat her like this, not even if that person was—well, even if it was his own mother. He could not.

"Come, Zhara," he said, taking her elbow and guiding her away. "Don't degrade yourself. We must have made a mistake. She's clearly not Baba Yaga."

Zhara frowned at him, not understanding.

"What did you say, boy?" the old woman snapped.

He turned around to face her, trying to conjure up his usual expression of contempt, the one he often wore around his mother's lovers or the other sycophants that clung to her skirts. "Well, at least you're not the Baba Yaga that I have heard of back in Russia," he said. "That Baba Yaga was all-powerful and would never stand for any threats, not running away at the first mention of danger like some dotty old bird."

Zhara gasped. Even Ilya and Elena widened their eyes, shocked at such blatant impertinence. Baba Yaga was upon Paul in a flash, her skinny, claw-like hand closing around his throat.

"I know what you're trying to do, boy," she growled. "Think I could be fooled by such a childish attempt to rile me up?"

The horse with the golden mane chose that moment to trot over, perhaps because it was bored with the grass that Baba Yaga's woods had to offer, or perhaps because it noticed that Paul, to whom it had taken a strange liking, was being threatened. The sight of the horse made Baba Yaga drop Paul's neck instantly.

"Is that you, my Voskhod?" she said, her voice becoming tender as she reached for the horse in disbelief. "You have come back to Baba?" The horse gave a soft whinny and rubbed its nose against Baba Yaga's calloused hand. She turned to Zhara and her companions. "Ever since Afron stole him from me, I never thought I'd see him again. What happened to that slimy bastard, by the way?"

"Dead," Ilya said.

Baba Yaga cackled, sounding like she was gargling with a mouthful of rocks. Once she sobered up, she looked at Zhara again, and Paul thought the old woman's eyes softened somewhat. "Since you and your companions have returned my little Sunrise to me, I owe you. My offer is this: I shall take you wherever you wish to go and lend you whatever aid I can in your fight against your brother, but I shall not take part in that fight myself. What is between you and your brother, you must face on your own. Is that understood?"

Zhara almost fell to her knees with relief. "Yes! Thank you, grandmother!"

"Don't thank me just yet," Baba Yaga grumbled. She turned to face the woods and chanted, "Little house, little house, stand the way thy mother placed thee, turn thy back to the forest and thy face to me!"

There was a great rustling sound. The trees shook and groaned, the birds roosting in their tops shot up into the sky, squawking in complaint about being roused from their sleep, as some huge creature moved through the forest. But it was no creature. It was a hut, moving on a pair of chicken legs.

The sight of the hut, so familiar to him from the old tales, made Paul almost laugh out loud in delight. It walked into the clearing, sat down in front of Baba Yaga by folding its chicken legs underneath, and became an ordinary izba.

Or perhaps not quite so ordinary. A little lawn, complete with a fence surrounding it and a gate, had spread out around the hut, but these were not the usual wooden fences and gates. They were white, bone white, for indeed, they were made from human bones—long leg bones for the fence posts, topped with skulls, shorter arm bones for the crossbars. The gate was locked with a set of jaw-bones, sharp teeth still intact. As soon as the hut sat down, an eerie light shone out from the eye sockets of the skulls, illuminating the entire place. Three horses, the white and black they had seen, along with a red one—not chestnut, not bay, but true red, as red as Zhara's plumage—stood grazing on the lawn, under the shade of a great linden tree, quite unfazed by the ghoulish barricade.

"Ho! Ye, my solid locks, unlock! Thou, my stout gate, open!" Baba Yaga shouted. The locks sprang open with a horrible clicking sound, and the gate swung wide on hinges made from the bones of human feet.

The moment the gate opened, the horse with the golden mane, Voskhod, trotted through and joined his family on the other side. They all welcomed him, happily snorting and rubbing their noses into his mane.

"Those are my Night, Day, and Sun," Baba Yaga said proudly. "Sun is Voskhod's mother."

The humans were much more hesitant to enter. Paul followed the others as Baba Yaga led them inside, afraid he was going to find more gruesome things. To his great relief, it was a perfectly normal izba with its warm stove and simple, sturdy furniture. A mouth-watering smell of fresh baked bread was coming from the stove, and the travelers, their fear and suspicion overcome by the exhaustion of the last two days, sat down at the table to join the most fearsome witch of all the lands in a nice, cozy supper.

But the most extraordinary thing about the house on chicken legs was still to come.

After supper, Baba Yaga barked, "Well, where are we going, girl? Where is your brother?" In a halting voice, Zhara told her about Buyan Island. The old witch nodded solemnly and hit the ceiling with her broomstick a few times, mumbling something under her breath. There was a slight movement, and they felt the floor rise beneath them as the hut unfolded its legs again. This done, Baba Yaga climbed up on the stove to sleep, apparently satisfied, leaving the others to exchange puzzled looks. Then Paul glanced out the window, and his jaw dropped. Following his gaze, the others rushed to the window, and they, too, widened their eyes at the sight.

The landscape was rushing by, as it had when they were on Voskhod's back. The forest was a dark smudge, while the stars were shards of light glancing off of the skull-and-bone fence. However, the lawn with the horses on it and the fence around it remained stationary, and the hut didn't seem to be moving at all, giving the impression that the world was traveling past them instead of the other way around—and perhaps that was exactly what was happening. After a while, Paul felt rather queasy looking at it, so he turned away.

The hut traveled for most of the night, only stopping to rest at dawn, when the horses left to herald the day. They galloped out of Baba Yaga's pasture in reverse order—first Night, then Day, and finally Sun, leaving only Voskhod behind. The skull's eyes went out, and sunlight poured over the lawn like honey. Paul stood by the window, transfixed by it all. Zhara, now in her avian form, hopped about on the windowsill next to him, and he stroked her head and her wings almost absently.

"I can't thank you enough for allowing me to witness such magic," he said, and she gave a little chirp, sounding pleased.

And so it went with the house on chicken legs. It traveled through the land, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but always moving forward. Paul, Elena, and Ilya worked around the house, and Zhara helped when she could. Paul, who had never had to lift his hand, not even to tie his own cravat, now had to get used to all sorts of manual labor—cooking, washing up, sweeping the floor, cleaning the yard, chopping firewood—but he dared not complain, not when he saw the two princesses and the knight working at these menial tasks as though it was the most natural thing for them to do. None of them ventured outside the bone fence. Baba Yaga was the only one that went out. Most mornings, she left in her mortar, though they knew not where and dared not ask. She left the larder and the cellar well stocked, and Ilya, who turned out to be the best cook of them all, made sure to have supper on the table by the time she returned.

Despite this peaceful routine, life inside the house on chicken legs was not exactly happy. For one thing, Elena remained sorrowful over Dobrynya and would sit for hours in the yard or in front of the fire, staring at nothing. One night, when it was their turn to clean up after supper, Paul whispered to Zhara that he didn't understand why Elena could grieve so much for someone she had only known for a few days.

"You once told me yourself, we cannot decide who we fall in love with," Zhara said with a shrug. "The heart wants what it wants."

Does your heart want me? Paul wanted to ask, but he bit his tongue and held his peace. It was not the time to speak of matters of the heart. Zhara always seemed distracted these days. Paul supposed that the closer they got to her brother, the more tangible the battle ahead became to her, and she could think of nothing else. He wouldn't have worried, except that she ate little and slept even less. As a bird, she would flit about the house or jump from branch to branch on the linden tree in the yard, never staying still, and at night, she would stand by the window looking out. Sometimes, waking on his cot in the corner of the room in the middle of the night, he would see her at the window, gripping the frame white-knuckled, as though by doing so she could make the hut travel faster. His attempts to persuade her to save her strength hadn't been successful, and he could only pray that they reached Buyan soon and face Illarion once and for all.

The only one who remained busy and cheerful was Ilya. He spent his days sharpening his sword, oiling his mace, and fixing and recounting his arrows, trying to see if he could make them last. He had even started to teach Paul how to use the spear, and Paul gained much more sympathy for his soldiers, who'd had to suffer through his drilling exercises.

Some days, Baba Yaga stayed home or returned earlier than usual, and she would watch their work with that same inscrutable glint in her eyes. One night, seeing Elena take off the poultice on Paul's wound, which was completely healed by now, the old witch said, "You have a talent, girl."

Elena blushed. "Thank you. Ever since I was a child, I've always had an interest in healing plants and herbs, and it just comes natural to me..."

"I'd say." Baba Yaga scratched her warty chin, looking thoughtfully at Elena. "How would you like to stay with me and learn more of the art? I could use a helper around the house too."

"Oh, that would be a great honor!" Elena said, her face brightening up for the first time in days. "Thank you, grandmother!"

Another day, after watching Ilya count his arrows again and again, Baba Yaga grunted and went digging in her trunk. She came up with a quiver, which she tossed to Ilya. "Put your arrows in that," she said, "and you shall never run out."

Ilya tested it, and indeed, any arrow he loosed from his bow would return to the quiver a moment later. "I've heard about this!" he said in amazement. "It belongs to Svyatogor the Giant—or used to, anyway. How did it come to be in your possession?"

"I won it, a long, long time ago," Baba Yaga said, her eyes darkening with some distant memory.

Something in her voice, in the way she looked at the quiver, lit a spark of suspicion in Paul's mind. He remembered how adamantly she had refused to help them, and how, in all the days they stayed in her house, they had never seen her perform any feat of magic other than controlling the hut—and even then, the hut seemed to have a mind of its own.

He followed the witch outside, where she sat polishing her mortar and pestle under the linden.

"You don't have any powers, do you?" he asked. "Not any that counts." He was surprised at his own brazenness, but if Zhara was placing her trust in the wrong person, he felt he ought to find out and warn her.

"You're sharp, aren't you?" the witch said without looking up. "So tell me, Russian boy, how do you know which power counts and which doesn't?" When Paul couldn't answer, she gave a little chuckle but didn't seem angry or offended. "Make no mistake, I may not have as much power as I used to, but I still have it."

"What do you mean, 'not as much as you used to'?"

She finally lifted those unfathomable eyes to his face. Harsh lines scarred her features. "You boys, always think of powers that control and destroy. I used to have those as well, until they were taken from me... by my brother."

"Your brother?"

"Koschei."

Paul's mouth dropped open.

"Koschei is—was your brother?"

"Yes, why do you keep repeating everything I said, boy?" She sounded irritated, rather like one of his old nurses or tutors when he kept pestering them with his questions about his father's fate or his mother's coup. "He took my powers from me in his quest for immortality. And look where that led him. Bested by a child. Pathetic."

Her reveal left Paul speechless.

"But—" he stammered, once he regained his train of thoughts, "if Koschei took those powers from you, and Illarion took those powers from Koschei, why do you refuse to help us defeat him? With Illarion gone, you can reclaim your powers!"

"And what would I want with them?" She shrugged. "I have the power to drive my mortar whenever I want to go. I have the power to protect my house and those in it. Don't they count?"

Paul thought about it. "Are they enough?" he asked.

Baba Yaga shook her head, her dark, dark eyes looking at Paul with something almost like pity. "If you think of power that way, nothing will ever be enough, boy." She went inside, leaving Paul to mull over those words.

Chapter 12

There will be a bit of smut in the next chapter. It's non-explicit, as usual with me, but I thought I'd give a heads-up anyway!

Taglist: @ali-r3n

#prince paul #tsarevich paul #catherine the great #prince paul fic #prince paul x ofc #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fic

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Christmas in August, part 5/5

Newlyweds Shane and Chloe have just added a new extension to the Bartlett-Fleming-Morris family, but when it seems like the couple won't be able to make it "home for the holidays", Tim comes up with an idea to make their first extended family Christmas happen.

Characters: Shane, Chloe, Tim, Miranda, Jack, Lisa, Amy, Lyndy, Lou, Katie, Nathan, Paul.

A/N: Sets around the time of the season 17 finale.

Thanks for reading and Happy Holidays!

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Suddenly, it was as if Miranda remembered how to breathe as she let out a long sigh. Tim looked at her funny. Shane on the other hand was confused.

The emotions were all over the place.

"Oh, thank god, you're here", Miranda said, feeling relieved and mentally exhausted for trying to keep this secret from Shane, "I couldn't come up with another lie."

Shane kept glancing back at them, going from Tim to Miranda and then back to Tim again. "What the heck's going on?"

Clearly this had something to do with their little scheming, but what exactly was the plan, Shane wondered.

"Come. Have a look who I have here with me", Tim said, gesturing Shane to join him.

Shane put the brush aside, not knowing whether he should be angry at his parents or not, but at least he had to see who Tim had with him before he could fully make up his mind.

They went to the trailer, and Tim opened the back of it. Miranda trailed Shane, looking guilty, but also somewhat hopeful that this had all been worth it.

It didn't take Tim long to unload the horse that was inside, and Shane immediately recognized him.

"Pal...?" he said with disbelief. "But... I thought he was no longer around..." Shane continued, walking closer to his old horse and giving Tim a confused look.

"Well, he is still mine on paper, but a buddy of mine is leasing him for ranching purposes. Pal's great at cattle work, so I always thought it was best for him to do what he's great at. He may no longer be at Heartland, but... he's still around", Tim shared, looking at his son admiring the horse that had made him a cowboy.

"I can't believe this..." Shane mumbled, shaking his head.

Chloe would love this...

"And if your visits here will be more frequent now, maybe he'll be around a lot more", Tim added, hoping that Shane would be able to pick up his hint of him wanting his son around more.

Shane gently caressed the horse's cheeks and it looked like the horse was curious about him, but didn't necessarily recognize him right away.

"So... wait -- mom knew...?" Shane rewound everything, checking the facts in order to finally solve this case.

"Yeah, she was in on it", Tim confirmed. "I mean, I wanted to make your last day here special and when I heard you mention Pal's name yesterday, I just knew I had to go and get him for our last trail ride."

Shane was at a loss of words.

He felt so many emotions all at once; frustration and happiness were the ones on top for him right now, but he chose to focus on this grand gesture and the gratefulness it brought with it.

It really made it clear Tim was listening to what he was saying.

"It's not that I'm not happy to see Pal, but..." Shane began after a while, "I just thought something else was going on. And I already got so mad at mom and--"

"Oh, it's fine - I'm used to it", Miranda said, smiling and waving her hand. "I'm just glad you were able to reunite with Pal again."

Shane didn't like the way she said it. He didn't like that his mom was "used to it". Used to it coming from him?

Was there room for improvement...?

"So... should we get ready for the trail ride before it gets dark?" Tim asked. "Maybe your mom and Paul should join too?" he suggested.

"Oh, I don't know", Miranda shook her head. "Paul's never ridden a horse and it's been a while since my last ride too. So, you three just go, we'll catch up with you later."

Tim nodded. He didn't want to to exclude Miranda - or Paul - from this family event, seeing they were family. And besides, these days they got along just fine.

"Okay, if you're sure", Tim checked.

"Yeah. Oh, and..." she remembered and dug out keys from her summer dress's pocket. "Here are your car keys. I'm sorry, I just... I had to keep you here as per your dad's request."

"I'm sorry too", Shane had to say. "I feel bad for getting so upset."

"Well, you only reacted accordingly to whatever thing I was trying to spin at you", Miranda assured, smiling a little bit. "I don't take it personally."

Shane now knew that Miranda had been lying in order to keep Tim's surprise, but there were still some things he wasn't sure had been lies.

But maybe time for that conversation was not now.

"I love you", Shane said and came to give Miranda a hug.

Miranda was surprised by the reaction, after everything that had happened, but embraced it quickly. It wasn't often something like this happened.

To Tim's eyes, he didn't really see anything strange going on between them, as he had missed out what had happened while he had been gone, so he was just happy to see his son and Miranda hugging like this.

"I love you too", Miranda said, giving Shane's cheek a quick peck. "Now, off you go."

There was some type of melancholy tone in her voice.

Even though Miranda was talking about the trail ride, her explanation earlier about having hard time letting him go in order for Shane to be an adult was still lingering at the back of his mind and it made him think maybe the words had a double meaning.

"Come on, Pal", Shane said then, taking the lead from Tim. "I have someone I'd like you to meet..."

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The next couple of hours were spent exploring the 600 acres of land that Jack Bartlett owned. Tim made sure to keep the pace steady for Chloe's sake as she was still new to riding.

Even though the scenery was the biggest hit for both Chloe and Shane, the moments of meetings with the wildlife during the ride was exotic for them too. All the animals kept their distance, thankfully, so the newlyweds didn't have to go through another dramatic event on top of everything else they had already endured.

"As much as I love all this, we should probably head back to the cabins and start packing", Shane said when it was starting to get late.

Tim, leading the ride with one of the Dude Ranch horses, glanced over his shoulder.

"Of course", he said. "There's just one more thing I want to show you."

They rode along the trail and for Shane, it was starting to look like they were heading to the wrong direction, further away from the cabins.

"Dad, are we sure we have time for this?" Shane checked.

"We're almost there", Tim assured him.

When they rode pass the trees, they suddenly found themselves out of the woods. It took Chloe a second to recognize the place because she had never seen it from this direction.

"Wait, we're at Heartland...?" she checked from Shane, wondering if that had been intentional.

Shane - who was the last rider - knew that for sure, but didn't understand what they were doing here. "Dad...?"

Tim said nothing, but steered them to the front of the house.

As they were turning the last corner, they could all hear an ominous, slowed down version of some Christmas song. It added a creepy layer to the confusion both Chloe and Shane were feeling.

It took them a while to realize there was an inflated snowman next to the porch and the music was coming from inside of him. The snowman looked like he had seen better days as Chloe spotted some tape on his side, like he had had a tear and someone had tried to nurse him back to health.

"Didn't realize it was Halloween just yet..." Chloe chuckled a little.

The snowman seemed so out of place with no snow around.

"Dad, what's going on?" Shane repeated his inquire.

It seemed like getting Pal wasn't the only thing Tim had planned for them.

When the old cowboy unmounted his horse, he looked at the couple. Because Tim seemed calm, Shane wanted to let down his guard too.

"Come on, let's get inside", Tim said, doing something with his horse's girth that Chloe wasn't able to see. "I have something else to show you."

Chloe looked at Shane, wanting to follow his cue. When he got down from the saddle, she looked around.

"What do we do with the horses?" Chloe asked, then getting down too. "Do we just leave them... here...?"

"I guess", Shane figured, since Tim was doing it now too. "Here, I'll show you", he said, then demonstrating Chloe how to tie the horses to the pole of the fence in front of the house safely.

Tim waited them at the gate and when they approached him, he then lead them inside. He didn't say anything, but looked mischievous.

The evening had just started to get dim enough for them to see that inside there was a cozy looking light. When Tim opened the screen door for them, Shane and Chloe were met with familiar smells, but somehow - just like the snowman standing by the porch - they seemed... out of place as well.

They didn't seem like they belonged to August.

Stepping inside the ranch house, with a guarded feeling, Shane went in first with Chloe coming behind him. As Tim stepped in and made the mudroom space smaller, it urged Shane to step in further.

As soon as he walked pass the frame of the mudroom and entered the kitchen, Shane saw twinkling lights in the living room and the whole family gathered together in festive clothes.

Katie was even wearing a playful reindeer antlers on her head that you could usually see on children during Christmas.

The place looked like something out of a Hallmark movie. There were holiday decorations everywhere, candles were lit in the middle of the dinner table and then... there was even a Christmas tree in the corner.

"What---" was all Shane could let out before the whole family welcomed them in in unison.

"Merry Christmas!"

Chloe stepped behind Shane and looked around. She gasped a little. "Oh my gosh... What is this?!"

Tim walked next to them, looking pleased with himself. "Well, you said you couldn't make it here for Christmas and so... we decided to celebrate Christmas now", he explained, shrugging a little bit, like it was not surprising or even a big of a deal.

Jessica walked over, shaking her head when she saw Shane and Chloe's faces. "This was all Tim's idea. We just helped."

Shane laughed, completely taken by this surprise as he walked closer and looked around. "You made all this happen in a day...?" he couldn't believe it.

"Hey, you saw that we could pull together a pretty nice wedding, why are you so surprised we couldn't pull together a Christmas celebration too?" Lou asked, acting hurt, but was actually just pleased how they had all been able to make these two events happen for Shane, hopefully proving him that they wanted to keep the momentum going.

"This is amazing!" Chloe said, pressing her hands against the lower part of her face. Her eyes were glistening with tears. "And so beautiful!" she sighed.

When she finally was able to look at something else besides the decorations and the tree, she noticed Miranda and Paul had joined the family too.

Chloe nudged Shane and after she had been able to get his attention, she nodded toward her new in-laws.

Shane was just blown away by all this effort and how everyone had been able to keep it a secret. It was all starting to make sense to him again - why Miranda had wanted to keep him away from Heartland.

Even though he didn't like secrets, maybe he could forgive this to his mom and dad - just this once.

****

After dinner, the whole family was sat around in the living room and even Lyndy was feeling well enough so she could join them for the part where Jessica was handing the newlyweds their Christmas gift.

"I hope you like it", she said as she gave Shane and Chloe the present. "I couldn't find any appropriate wrapping, but... hopefully you don't mind", Jessica commented the plain looking exterior.

"Not at all", Chloe assured. "Let's see..."

The couple was sat on the couch, and Chloe handed Shane her drink so she could open the present. Carefully, she discovered a photo album under the wrapping.

"Oh my, look at this", she sighed adoringly and slid her hand across the leathery surface.

Everyone looked at her and the gift curiously as she flipped open the first page.

"Oh, look it's our names and the wedding date", Chloe showed Shane. "You have beautiful handwriting, Jessica", she glanced at her quickly.

"Aw, thank you", Jessica said, smiling from under Tim's arm as they were standing around the living room. "You're so kind."

Chloe then proceeded to flip open another page, presenting a picture from the preparation for the wedding with Lou and Amy helping with her hair and dress.

"Oh, wow", Shane commented immediately.

"Oh my gosh", Chloe sighed. "This is beautiful..."

Everyone looked proudly at Jessica as she had been able to wow the bride with her picture.

"It's so nice to see this moment too as I wasn't there for that", Shane commented, after looking at the pictures with curiosity and admiration. He loved seeing her sisters help her wife out during such a pivotal moment.

It almost made him choke up, in fact. To think the journey they had had and how his family had all embraced this woman he loved so much.

Flipping over pages, Chloe presented Shane new pictures, starting from moments leading up the wedding, then to the ceremony and some were even from the after party.

With each moment captured, they could really appreciate all the effort that had gone over to arranging their wedding and the love their now-united families shared with one another.

"This is truly amazing, Jessica", Shane said when they closed the last page. "We'll cherish it forever", he promised.

It made Jessica happy as she had not really known how to find her place in this new setting, but at least she had been able to help them capture one of the happiest days of their lives.

Jessica pressed a hand over her heart, gesturing she would cherish Shane's comment in return.

"And all of this..." Shane then said, looking around the room as people were standing around or sitting down. "I just..." he began, but then felt a lump in his throat while the tears started forming in his eyes.

"Oh, honey..." Chloe said, gently caressing his husband's back.

"Sorry, I just..." Shane said, clearing his throat, "coming back here hasn't been easy. There were good memories, but also some bad that I had to face. And while it has been the perfect setting for our wedding, and you've all been so welcoming, it has taken me time to really believe that things have changed and we have all changed."

Lou glanced at Amy who was holding Lyndy on her lap and they changed a meaningful look. While their relationship with their brother was still budding in a new way, they were now completely committed to keeping in touch and really maintaining that relationship.

Shane's speech continued.

"And we will continue to change even from now on. But... while that was scary in the past and it's almost been something that has torn us apart... Change is also needed for us to grow into something even better. And while Chloe and I are off to have this new adventure together", he continued, then looking at his wife lovingly, "I will never, ever be that far from you anymore, because this time together has truly shown me that... dreams do come true."

Lisa glanced at Jack next to her, pursing her lips together in the form of an emotional smile. Jack smiled back and kissed his wife's temple softly.

"I mean, I was this lonely kid back in the day. I dreamed about having this cool dad", Shane chuckled a little bit and then directed his eyes at Tim who looked back at him, "and while we had a rocky start, yesterday I had him by my side as my best man. And he's actually way cooler than I could have ever imagined."

Tim smiled, moved by his son's words.

He would have never thought they would be here now, like this.

"And not only have I gotten to know my dad, but I have sisters too", Shane continued, now looking at Amy and Lou. "And that's been something I never knew I wanted, but... after getting to know you two, I feel privileged to get to call you my sisters, because you're both amazing people and I've learned so much from both of you."

"We love you", Lou whispered, blowing him a kiss across the room.

Amy nodded along, agreeing.

"And then... there was more", Shane went on, looking around. "Jack. Lisa. Jessica. Katie. Lyndy. You're my family too. It's just been more than I ever could have wished. And I just feel so lucky to be able to call you my family, but also introduce you to Chloe, my wife."

Chloe looked back at him, and they shared a quick kiss in front of the family. The room was filled with cooing.

"But... none of this would have been possible if it wasn't for my mom", Shane said, then looking at Miranda, not wanting to forget her. "For the longest time, it was just the two of us", he echoed the words Miranda had said earlier.

He still wasn't sure if his mom had pulled that up from thin air in order to buy more time before Tim's arrival, but something told him that that had actually been honest.

For once, Miranda had had no tells.

Miranda looked surprised by this type of attention, but listened attentively.

"I understand now that it probably wasn't very easy for her most of the time, and I may never come to understand everything or the choices she's had to make, but I know one thing; my mom has always loved me. And she will always love me. It doesn't matter where I go; whether I run off to Heartland", he said, making some of the family members laugh at that memory, "or go off to study law. Or maybe start a family of my own."

Wiping the corners of her eyes, Miranda listened. Paul gave her a gentle squeeze from the side.

"So I'm really thankful for everything - and everyone. Without you guys, I wouldn't be here", Shane said, looking around again. "And I have to say that I will remember this Christmas for the rest of my life. Not only because it happened in August, but also because for the first time in my life I have my whole family here, together. Couldn't be any better than that."

"I'll cheers to that!" Jack said, raising his glass.

"Cheers!" everyone joined him and raised their glasses.

****

The next morning, Tim was helping Shane and Chloe get their car packed. It was time for them to say goodbye - for now.

"I still can't believe you went and found Pal", Shane said when they got the last of the suitcases inside the trunk.

"Of course. I wanted this Christmas to be special", Tim said, closing the trunk when Shane had moved out of the way.

"Well, it definitely was", Shane assured with a grin. "And hey, just because we spent this year's Christmas here, the plans for next year are still on, right...?"

Tim smiled, as he loved to hear that. "Absolutely. I know New York's great during Christmas, but you really gotta experience true Heartland Christmas to really know what you're actually missing out."

Shane laughed. "I mean, I already got a taste yesterday, so I can't wait to see what the actual thing will be then..."

Tim pulled Shane into a hug from his neck and squeezed him tightly.

"Have a good time in Banff - and in China. I'm gonna miss you, kiddo."

"I will", Shane said. "I'll miss you too, dad."

They lingered a little bit longer, then getting interrupted by Chloe closing the cabin door behind her and walking at the porch toward them.

"All locked up now", she said, then coming to hand Tim the key.

"Thanks", Tim said, taking it and spreading his arms, signaling to Chloe he was going in for a hug.

"Thanks... dad", Chloe said, then feeling Tim twitch. She leaned back and looked at him. "Can I call you "dad"...?"

"Uh..." Tim grimaced as he had never been a fan of that coming from Ty - but then again, maybe it was time to give it a new try. After all, he was a more improved version of Tim now. "Sure. If that's what you want."

"Okay", Chloe said, smiling. "I'll text my parents that we're on our way to Banff", she then let Shane know.

Miranda and Paul walked over to say their goodbyes to the couple too, and Tim watched as they embraced before going off to separate ways.

He never would have guessed that back in the day, this very spot where Miranda had dumped him, he would be watching all of this happen, feeling happy about the way things had turned out to be.

It might be August, Tim thought, but this really feels like a Christmas miracle.

#heartland #fanfiction #christmas in august

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Ahmet Ertegun Tribute Concert, December 10, 2007

✧ JOHN PAUL JONES ✧

As soon as we got together at the first rehearsal to explore the possibility of whether we could still play together and be as powerful and exciting as we once were, the answer was blindingly obvious. The energy and the chemistry was absolutely still there.

The show itself felt like the first night of a tour. We wanted to keep everything simple and real, to let the power of the music speak for itself.

✧ JIMMY PAGE ✧

There had been unfounded rumours of a Led Zeppelin reunion over a number of years.

When the opportunity arrived it was clear that to present a show illustrating how we

ticked musically would need careful consideration.

The first step was to get into a rehearsal room with Jason and kick it off. Even at this

stage it was robust, exciting and passionate.

We managed to continue with the rehearsals over the next few months, subject to

everyone’s availability, shaping the set, building confidence, reconnecting with the Zeppelin synchronicity.

The last days production rehearsal, at the sound stage in Shepperton, gives a

fine example of how ready we were to take on the world of the O2 and beyond.

There was a lot to live up to, but the preparation and passion was undeniable.

We were ready!

✧ ROBERT PLANT ✧

Why?

For me..

A fond farewell to Ahmet for all the reasons WE knew...

His contribution in that groundbreaking team that was for 30 years shaping taste for aspiring musicians....

For me..

A focus on Bonzo’s contribution to our adventures and to his tribe, Joan, Pat, Jason, Zoe, Devvie, and Matthew who I have been connected to since teenage days. So of course, Jason, magnificent juggernaut with style, enthusiasm and encyclopaedic reference to a hazy past ironically and finally was to drive us forward.

For me..

The night could consolidate: bring us together again with focus somewhere beyond fading memory....

And to do justice to meaning and expectation..

Four men stood in the dark behind a huge blacked out projection screen.

It was a big ‘ask’.

Anticipation and hype are not sensitive bedfellows...

Everyone had worked diligently around us; there was a plan...but no escape.

Many years long gone since the swagger and molten inventions of ‘devil may care’...

So who were we to ourselves and to each other to weave, to meld, to mean it..on that night?

House lights down – no place to hide....

✧ JASON BONHAM ✧

On June 10th 2007, Robert, Jimmy, John Paul and myself got together to start rehearsing for what was to become the greatest day of my life.

Six months later, we were at the O2 waiting to go on stage. I kissed my wife and kids as they left my dressing room to take their seats. I heard Robert’s voice in the hallway say, “Is he coming or not?” I couldn't even swallow let alone reply, so I walked into the hallway to see Robert, Jimmy and John Paul chatting and laughing with each other. They didn’t look nervous at all. We stopped for a quick photo and then Robert said, “Let’s have some fun. Remember to enjoy it because no one can take that away from you.”

The lights went down and I could hear the mighty roar of the crowd. I climbed onto the drums in darkness waiting for my cue. The moment was seconds away and still I couldn't swallow. It’s time. I raise my sticks and count us off into “Good Times Bad Times”. This really is the greatest day of my life!!

The show goes better than I could have hoped. I start to relax and I’m having a ball. With every song I’m feeling better and better. By the time we got to “Kashmir”, I was really going for it. Really, this was so good. Everyone was on top of their game. It was magical. We leave the stage and I’m in heaven. “Whole Lotta Love” is next, and it felt fantastic.

We closed the show with “Rock And Roll”, and my dream was coming to an end. “This might never happen again,” I thought. I didn’t want it to stop. I felt a certain closeness to Dad...like he was there with us and he was one with me. As I wait for my cue from Robert, I fill up with emotion and use it as fuel to deliver the drum break ending we all know so well in “Rock And Roll”. We take a bow. Smiles are all around me. I slowly walk to the dressing room where I collapse and burst into tears. I had fulfilled my dream – to play drums on stage with Led Zeppelin, the greatest band of all time. It felt good, really good!

— From the official ‘Celebration Day’ (2012) Booklet

#led zeppelin #2007 #jimmy page #robert plant #jason bonham #john bonham #john paul jones #classic rock #classic rock fandom #rock n roll #hard rock #rock music #rock #concerts & events #facts & trivia #by dee dee 🌺🕯️

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vivi-in-the-sky-with-diamonds · 1 year

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Where Heart Doth Hop

(Source)

In which you help three of four boys practice a certain Shakespearean performance.

Apologies once again for no posts. It's raining a lot here and the only internet I have is my hotspot and my data gets really slow when it rains. Finally finished reinstalling Windows 10 but now I have to reinstall Word with my slow ass internet >.> since my masterlist is a page and can only be accessed for editing on web (and since my internet is an actual ass), this one might not be there for a bit, but that's why we make master tags lol.

Like I said before, originally written for my Beatles dr but I honestly liked it too much to not post it. This isn't a direct manuscript of this performance, but it's pretty damn close. The audio on that performance (or at least the upload I've seen) was kinda bad, and the audience was super loud (understandably so) so some lines are directly from the original play or just referenced from an outside POV. I watched the performance and read the scene from the play several times while writing this to make it as accurate as possible. It's never explicitly stated where John is (I think at one point, I decided in my head, he was on a date or something), so you can choose your own adventure on that.

Proofed in UK English (probably). Checked with a random TTS website to triple-check for typos and me forgetting to change the person. Sorry I'm posting this at 3 AM, I procrastinated by sleeping all day (it was raining, I couldn't help it!) and then playing the Sims Medieval for an ungodly amount of time. Please excuse my sorry excuse for a name for this one, it's my favorite line and I couldn't come up with anything better. Enjoy!

“Y/N, can you help me with this?” Paul asks when he comes into the sitting room.

“Of course, love, what is it?” you reply.

“Well, we’re supposed to perform this Shakespeare thing and the lads and I wanna run through it, but, well…” He gestures toward George and Rich, noting the lack of John.

“Oh, I can do John’s lines,” you volunteer. “Which character?”

“Okay, you’ll be Thisbe.” He hands you what you assume is John’s copy of the script. “I guess we’ll pretend the coffee table is Wall.”

George and Rich stand back, Paul guiding you to do the same.

“O, I fear my Thisbe’s promise is forgot!” he begins. “And thou, o wall, o sweet and lovely wall, that stands between her father’s ground and mine! Thou, o wall, o sweet and lovely wall, show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eye— But what see I? No Thisbe do I see! O wicked wall, cursed be thy stones for deceiving me!”

He pretends to beat up whatever poor soul plays Wall before addressing the audience about Thisbe’s cue.

You walk to the table and clear your throat. “O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans for parting my fair Pyramus and me! My cherry lips have often kissed thy stones—”

As you continue your line, Paul addresses the audience again before standing across from you. “Thisbe!” he sings. “Thisbe!”

“What?!” you reply in fake annoyance. “My love thou art, my love I think.”

“Meet me at Ninny’s tomb straightaway.”

“Ninny’s tomb; is that still open?” You're trying your hardest not to laugh at the line as you both step back, allowing George and Rich to take their places in front.

“You ladies,” starts Rich. “You who fears the smallest monstrous mouse that walks the floor may now perchance both quake and tremble here, when lion rough in wildest rage doth roar!”

You and Paul nearly dissolve into giggles at Ritchie’s tiny roar before he continues, “And know that I one Ringo the drummer am, for if I was really a lion, I wouldn’t be makin’ all the money I am today, would I?”

He steps back, leaving George alone. You can tell George is having trouble with not having the hecklers' lines practiced, because he’s pure frustrated by the time he gets to, “Look, you, all I have to say is to tell you that this lantern is the moon, you see. I’m the man in the moon. This thorn bush here is my thorn bush, and this doggy-woggy here is my dog.”

You step forward. “So, this is old Ninny’s tomb. George, do you need something to hold in place of a lantern?”

George, with his arm suspended above your head, answers, “It’s fine. Keep goin'.”

“Right.” You feign knocking on the door before opening it. “But where is my love?”

Ritchie pops up in front of you with another roar; you scream, and he begins chasing you round the room before you end in what would be the background.

According to the script, you're—or rather John is—meant to drop a mantle, so you drop your handkerchief on the way back.

“Sweet moon,” says Paul, “I thank thee for thy sunny beams.”

As he begins another sentence, George shakes his head and gestures toward your fallen handkerchief.

“Hello, hello, hello, what’s this?” He begins his line as he picks up the fabric. “Eyes, do you see; how can it be? What dreadful dole is here! Thy mantle good, all covered in blood—” his accent makes the words rhyme, “—o dainty duck, o dear! Come, tears, confound! Out, sword, and wound—” he pulls an imaginary sword from its hilt “—the pap of Pyramus; that left pap where heart doth hop!”

You stare at him in adoration as he speaks, though you don’t think he notices, as he continues, “Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, now am I fled. Oh, well, you can’t win ‘em all. Tongue, lose thy light, Moon, take thy flight. See ya, George.”

George exits the “stage” as Paul begins fake stabbing himself. “Now, die, die, die, die, die!”

You skip in, humming a tune, and kneel next to him. “Asleep, my love?”

“Die, die, die!” he continues, still stabbing.

“What, dead, my dove?” You begin shaking him as you continue, “Pyramus, arise! O, speak, speak! Quite dumb. Dead, a tomb must cover thy sweet eyes. Those lily lips, his cherry nose, those yellow cowslip cheeks are gone, are gone. Lovers, make moan. His eyes were green as leeks.”

Paul is trying not to laugh as you say, “Tongue, not a word, not a word. Shut up!” You move to sit instead of kneeling. “Not a word. Come, trusty sword. Come, blade, my breast imbrue.”

You stab yourself with Paul’s imaginary blade before saying, “And, farewell, friends; thus Thisbe ends. Adieu, adieu, adieu!”

You and Paul take hands and lie backwards together as he says the line with you.

You're both laughing by the time you stand up.

“Right, I think that was good. Lads?” Paul looks to the other two for confirmation.

They both nod and Rich says, “I like her better than John. She takes the role seriously.”

#mine #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #paul mccartney x reader #the beatles fanfiction #beatles imagines #beatles imagine #beatles x reader #the beatles #the beatles perform Shakespeare #vivi in the sky with fanfics

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Sky Full Of Stars

(David x Human!Reader)

David always met you on the boardwalk, where Paul and Marko teased the two of you about your 'date days'. Your platinum blond vampire always took a day out of the week for a date with you.

Just you and him, no wild boys running around causing trouble.

You blushed heavily while David just watched them with a dry expression already used to their jesting.

You're the only human for whom David has a soft spot, so he had no problem telling the boys off for teasing you. "If you two idiots want to meet the sun, I can help make that happen."

Their teasing stops instantly, but the cheeky smiles can't be hidden or changed.

Don't get them wrong; they already loved you like a sibling, but you were so fun to play with. Dwayne usually watched with a small smile, pushing them away when he thought they'd go too far.

"Kitten," David calls, revving his bike as he holds his hand out for you. Taking his offered help, you quickly get behind him and remind yourself to hold on tight, knowing how reckless he can get.

Although he may have a soft spot, you aren't exempt from David's teasing.

Getting further away from the sounds of screaming, carousel music, and the boardwalk lights, you could not help but wonder what David had in mind for tonight.

The revving of the bike engine was the only sound to be heard when your vampire drove to a deserted area. It was distinctly different from the loud and crowded boardwalk you were used to.

If you didn't know your boyfriend, you might have thought this would be where he would kill you. The classic trope of victim follows a hot guy only to be killed...

"Uh-" your dates with David weren't typically so secluded, sure it was always just the two of you, but the boys were usually around somewhere making sure no surf nazi's crashed your dates looking to pick a fight with David.

The blond just helped you off the bike while guiding you to the grassy area of the cliff top you were on. His mouth had turned into a slight smirk hearing the trepidation in your tone.

You know he would never hurt you, but your human senses still went haywire, knowing that you were close to a predator. It was like putting a bunny next to a fox.

David sat on the ground and silently pulled you into his lap, your back against his chest as he angled you both to look up at the stars. Being in such a bright place, light the boardwalk, you often miss the stars.

Pointing at different stars, you begin telling David facts about each constellation as he quickly hums behind you.

He unconsciously rubbed his cheek against your face as you spoke softly, smiling when you felt the scruff scratching you but said nothing. Any affection from David could be taken back just as quickly.

"You know Star tried to teach me about that astrology shit, but none of us wanted to listen" you rolled your eyes at Star's treatment before you met the boys. "It sounds better coming from you anyway."

Star was often treated as a glorified babysitter for laddie and treated poorly by the boys when you joined their group. The two of you becoming friends helped the guys develop the sisterly bond that Max had intended.

Hours went by with the two of you cuddling and generally just being together. David, when alone, wasn't a big talker. He felt no need to keep up his walls and show off his dominance.

So being on a date where the two of you can just sit together without having to fill the silence was comforting. The softer side of your boyfriend wasn't often shown, but right now, he seemed so calm and peaceful that you didn't want it to end.

The drooping of your eyes, however, told a different story. You still weren't used to David and the others being 'nocturnal,' and hanging out with them took a toll on your sleep schedule.

"Come on, Kitten, let's get you home" He breathed into your ear, tapping you on the thigh. His breath makes you shiver as the blond pulls you up to stand next to him.

He sees your shiver and rolls his eyes, you couldn't even count the times he'd told you to put a coat on, but you never listened. Not because you wanted to be cold but because you knew what happened when you left home without it.

Halfway back to David's bike, you hear him sigh before a heavy material was draped over your shoulders. You turn your head with a grin seeing him put his long duster back on, only now the jacket from under it was now keeping you warm.

"Don't say I never do anything for you," He grumbled, helping you get on the bike behind him. You knew it wouldn't be long before 'vampire leader' David was back, so you just placed your head on his back.

"I never do," you whispered with a smile as he quickly squeezed your hands wrapped around him before the bike roared to life, taking you back to wild chaos.

#david's pet name for you is kitten #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #horror slashers #slashers #horror #tlb #the lost boys imagine #tlb imagine #x reader #reader insert #the lost boys david #david lost boys #david x reader

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