#chase and thirteen like “eyes emoji”

[greghatecrimes]

the ducklings reaction to this is HILARIOUS. they (hilson) are sooo married

#chase and thirteen like “eyes emoji” #kids watching their parents argue over something JUICY lol #6x13 #robert chase #remy thirteen hadley #eric foreman #greg house #james wilson #hilson #rewatch lb #100 #200 #WHAT THE FUCK LMAO yall really love this scene too huh?? wasnt expecting a liveblog to blow up like that lmaooo

[vrishchikawrites]

Hey, It's hundreds of years later, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji are immortals. Immortals are known but they dont photograph well and aren't really in the media's eye. In 2010s some one discovers the documents detailing the shamelessness of the ancient Wangxian and Lan Yuan tells his parents what the mordern world has discovered.

This is the first time I'm ever giving a prompt. Sorry if I did it wrong. Let me know if I did it wrong and I'll try again.

'A recent archeological discovery declared a win for gays everywhere.'

Sizhui chuckles and clicks on the link, curious. It is always amusing to see modern people become so excited about such things. 'Gays' have existed for as long as 'hets' have existed, after all.

'As we have reported before, archeologists working at the Gusu Library site recently discovered a hidden chamber full of sacred, forbidden texts. Among these texts was the infamous Collection of Turmoil, which may have been used to kill Nie Mingjue, a Sect Leader from the Five Great Sects era.'

Sizhui frowns, wondering why his A'die let that happen. Hadn't they removed all harmful books from the library centuries ago?

'But archeologists also discovered something that probably didn't belong in the forbidden section, a record of correspondence between sects, all meticulously archived.

"We have letters with precise dates and summaries." Wang Chuhua, the leader of the GusuLan archeological team and a Cultivation History professor at Gusu University explains to us, "They give us fascinating insight into the period just after the Five Great Sects era. We tend to gloss over this time because nothing eventful happens. It is a period of gradual decline of bloodline-based Sects and the rise of Culvation Schools. But day-to-day events are interesting in their own way."

They're indeed interesting, as the team discovered very quickly.

"Our first reaction to those letters was shock. You see, people don't really understand the historical significance of the two people mentioned here. Hanguang-jun-"

Sizhui pauses, his eyes wide. He stares at the words for a moment before shaking his head sharply.

"Hanguang-jun and the Yiling Patriarch were both great Cultivators. They were admired and studied by the first Independent Cultivators. In fact, many used the fall of Yiling Patriarch as an example of why being independent from the Sects was a good idea."

For those who don't know, the Yiling Patriarch Wei Wuxian defected from his Sect to protect a small group of war prisoners. He was betrayed by his martial brother and thought to be killed. It is likely that he was forced to flee for his life and hid for thirteen years before being discovered again.

"It was common knowledge, even two hundred years later, that Hanguang-jun and the Yiling Patriarch were unfailingly loyal to each other. There are some romanticized tales of Lan Wangji being punished so severely for helping Wei Wuxian that he needed years to recover." Wang Chuhua elaborates, "But while we could speculate on the nature of their relationship, we didn't have any proof until we found the letters."

These letters are complaints from various Sect leaders and cultivators. Apparently, the two great cultivators weren't just friends, they were married. And by all accounts, they enjoyed their marriage very much.

"Oh yes, they were quite... shameless in their displays of affection." Wang Chuhua adds with a chuckle, "People often stumbled across them 'embracing' on open fields or in woodlands. There's one particularly interesting letter from an inn owner requesting compensation for loss of business. Apparently, the couple were so loud in during their lovemaking, they chased all other guests away."

Sizhui chokes and feels his face burn in embarrassment.

'These letters cover over sixty years, which means Hanguang-jun and the Yiling Patriarch continued to scandalize the Cultivation World for six decades. "They were scandalous but also highly respected. Lan Wangji, in particular, was well-known for his honesty and forthrightness. Wei Wuxian is still considered one of the most brilliant cultivators of all time. We still study some of his theories today, particularly pertaining to Ying Energy Cultivation. Back then, this branch of cultivation was considered unorthodox and highly controversial."

So, it is indeed a win for the gays everywhere. Two well-known, historically significant cultivators were clearly in a loving, passionate gay relationship. And their society accepted it wholeheartedly, even if there were a few complaints about their scandalous behavior.'

"Wholeheartedly is a strong word," Sizhui mutters faintly but he can feel a rush of amusement as his embarrassment fades away.

He quickly forwards the article to his Baba and Jingyi, knowing both of them would die laughing while reading it.

It takes Baba barely five minutes to respond. The text has about a million cry laughing emojis, his Baba's favorite. Needless to say, he is amused.

"thanks for the laugh, Sizhui!" His Baba replies, "Even Lan Zhan is laughing and you know how rare it is!"

'Not rare at all,' He thinks fondly, shaking his head in amusement. He can barely remember that time before Baba's resurrection, when A'die wore a bitter, brittle expression of grief even as he lived his life fully.

That expression is a distant memory. There's always a laugh or smile in his A'die's eyes these days.

Baba won't have it any other way.

#short prompts #wangxian #lan suzhui #wei wuxian #lan wangji

[dreamsclock]

Secret Santa #1 !!

@foolishalex - HAPPY BELATED CHRISTMAS !! i was writing your secret santa, and chose endersmile + enderdragon c!dream for your gift - i really hope you enjoy !! (for some reason it won’t let me tag u crying emoji)

warnings: none :)

“Why can’t we go outside?” Ranboo whines, barely eight years old, “I wanna play, Dream. Can we play?”

Dream laughs, stifling a yawn. “It’s dark, Boo. And it’s raining. You know that monsters come when it’s dark, right?”

“Yeah, but they wouldn’t if you were there. You make monsters run the other way.” Pouting, Ranboo resumes staring balefully out the window. “I found a cool cave this morning. It’s so deep. I wanted to explore.”

“You can explore it tomorrow, promise,” Dream tells him, “it’s not going anywhere, okay? The cave will stay where you found it.”

Ranboo is incredibly unsatisfied with his brother’s answer. Groaning, pressing his face against the window and only shrinking back when he sees the outline of a skeleton draw close to their little acacia house, he hides his yawn and tries to look as wide-awake as possible. “Come on. Please can we explore it tonight?”

“Nope. It’s bedtime.”

“Pleeease?”

“Nope.” Dream pops the last sound with a chuckle. “Come on, now, you’re being a baby.”

Now he’s upset for different reasons. Ranboo gasps in outrage. “I’m not. Take it back.”

“I mean, you’re not a baby, but you’re acting like one,” Dream replies, amused, “look, I pinky-promise I’ll take you first thing tomorrow morning.”

“You go out at night all the time,” Ranboo says sadly, amping up his own upset from Disappointed to Devastated, Night-Ruined, Heart-Broken to make his older brother squirm, “you honestly think I’m a baby.”

“No, no, no, that’s not-” Dream groans, coming to sit beside his brother. At thirteen years old, he’s barely taller than Ranboo and barely passes as the oldest, but puts on his most mature and earnest expression anyway. “Look, I just don’t want you to get hurt. Outside of the torches there are spiders, skeletons-”

“Hunters,” Ranboo says, “an’ you make them chase you all the time.”

Dream sighs. “Yeah, any time they come close to finding you or our house. I just want to protect us, okay? I don’t want anything to ruin our family.”

“This is ruining our family,” Ranboo tells him, very solemnly and very dramatically, and Dream stifles a laugh, “it’s ruining everything.”

“Liar,” Dream smirks, but he looks guilty, “where is the cave?”

Perking up at the change of quality in his voice, Ranboo sits up straighter, tail wiggling. “Not far! Like, fifty blocks away or something. That way,” he adds, waving off vaguely to the right, “it’s just down the hill.”

And then, hitting Dream with the widest, most hopeful puppy dog eyes ever, he adds a quiet:

“We could fly. You’re awesome when you fly. I wanna see the stars.”

That, along with the pleading look on his face, seems to crack Dream, who buries his head in his hands. “You’re awful,” he accuses, with no real heat in his voice and a slowly growing resigned smile on his face, “you really wanna explore tonight?”

Ranboo leaps to his feet. “Yeah!”

“Yeah,” Dream echoes, unfurling his dragon wings, still new and childish, flapping them tentatively, “okay. Well, I guess I need to practise flying anyway, so-”

That’s all he manages to get out before Ranboo is flinging his arms around him, a toothy wide smile on his face. Dream laughs, picking up his younger brother and spinning him around, making Ranboo whoop.

“You’re the best,” Ranboo tells him brightly, “like, the best best.”

“The best best?” Dream says, gasping in pretend awe, “That’s a lot of best.”

“You’re a lotta best,” Ranboo laughs, “let’s go! C’mon-” He wiggles free of Dream’s arms, bouncing to the door, teleporting in his excitement. “I wanna go explore!!”

Dream shakes his head fondly, a grin on his face. “You’re gonna be the death of me, one day,” he says teasingly, but, wings flapping, tail flicking against Ranboo’s affectionately, heads to the door and opens it with a shiver. “Get your coat, okay? It’s gonna be cold. Make sure you put on your armour too - the water-resistent one, I don’t want you getting hurt in the rain.”

“Wait. What about you?”

“I’ll be fine. I’m used to the rain. It doesn’t hurt enderdragons as bad as it hurts Endermen.” Dream offers his pinky finger with fondness creasing his eyes. “Pinky promise.”

Ranboo squeezes his brother’s finger solemnly for a second, before bursting into action: he’s armoured in a matter of moments, wriggling his way into a slightly too-big helmet and chestplate and boots, before wrapping his coat over them. “Better?”

“Better.” The older smiles. “Get on my back.”

Dream walks - stumbles, really, thrown off by the boy clinging to him - outside, where rain blurs the horizon and the moon is obscured behind the clouds. With Ranboo on his back, he begins to tower up, his wings prepping for flight, and Ranboo’s giggling constantly in his ear. It’s been a while since he’d actually tried flying - usually he’s far too busy hunting or being hunted to attempt flying, but he’ll do anything for Ranboo, even fly in the cold and rain to a cave that may or may not lead to their doom.

He shakes these thoughts off. He’s certain he’s just being paranoid.

“Ready?” He asks Ranboo, who vwoops, too excited to form human words. “Ready… set…”

And they’re off. Dream leaps off his dirt tower, and his wings catch his weight in the wind, sending him and Ranboo soaring through the skies. Ranboo cries out in delight, and Dream, despite the droplets of water tingling unpleasantly against his wings and skin, can’t help but do the same, laughing in undiluted amazement. He’ll never get used to this - the flight, the speed, the height, none of it.

“Turn left!” Ranboo yells over the flapping of Dream’s wings and the howl of wind around them. “I see the cave!”

Dream does so with a concentrated effort, scrunching up his face in focus, and lands semi-smoothly - if smoothly is rolling with Ranboo clinging to him several times, leaving both of them slightly bruised, slightly battered, but unharmed and giggling.

A skeleton shoots. Dream shoots back. The skeleton vanishes into white smoke.

“You’re so cool,” Ranboo tells his brother in awe.

Dream preens. “I know.”

And, hand in hand, with Dream’s axe in his free hand, they head into the cave. It’s not as deep as Dream had feared; other than twists and turns, it’s easy enough to navigate, and Ranboo’s childish wonder over seeing a waterfall descend to a deeper level makes Dream feel like his tiredness is worth it. Anxieties eased, he sits back and lets Ranboo wander about making a little pathway to the waterfall, admiring the cave himself for a minute. It’s pretty. Really pretty. Big and spacious - big enough to be a proper playspace for Ranboo, and safe enough once it’s all lit up with lanterns and torches that Dream wouldn’t worry about him constantly.

“This was fun,” Ranboo tells him quietly in bed later that night, yawning widely, but his smile is bigger, “thanks, Dream. You’re the best.”

“The best best?” Dream checks teasingly.

Ranboo laughs. “Yeah. Always.”

Dream presses a kiss to the fluff of Ranboo’s hair, and collapses into bed next to him sleepily, only half awake. As he falls asleep, he listens to the steady rise and fall of his brother’s breathing, and feels nothing but blissful content.

(And, in two months time, Dream gets to come home to Ranboo after being hunted by the hunters with grand stories about how he’d used Ranboo’s cave to set a trap for the hunters. Ranboo insists they visit the cave immediately, and stares with wide eyes at the waterfall, where Dream tells him proudly that thanks to his pathway, he’d managed to knock the hunters in and kill them.)

(“That’s so cool,” his younger brother gasps, “I actually helped you in a manhunt. Woah.”)

(“You did,” Dream grins, “you’re the cool one.”)

(And he doesn’t tell Ranboo that it had been an entirely different cave with an entirely different waterfall in an entirely different world, because the amazement on his face makes Dream feel like the best. Instead, he lets his brother ramble in his arms, and flies them both home with a smile.)

#> enderdragon dream au #> endersmile #> writing !! #> dreblr secret santa 2021 #dreblr secret santa 2021 #dreblr gifts 2021 #> that one clock guy #> memory boy

[osomagine-san]

Hey I saw your post requesting more ask for Todomatsu sooo here's one! How about him finding out that his S/O is secretly obsessed with the color pink? Like her room is that color and she owns tons of clothes and household objects in the color too.

Dkjdfghd ty!!! I’m going to change the pronouns to they/them because I’m not comfortable shipping Totty w/ women for personal reasons, but I Do love this request so I will fill it [eyes emoji]

Things were beginning to get serious between Todomatsu and his S/O. He wasn’t quite ready to invite them over to his house yet, for brother reasons, but they both wanted to spend time together in private. To his S/O’s apartment they went!

They were headed there together after the cute date they’d been on. Just a quick coffee at a cafe, because they knew that they intended to spend the bulk of their day at [S/O]’s place.

Apartment number two-thirteen was much closer to his own house than Todomatsu had thought! Which was both lucky and unlucky-- he could make it over there easily for more visits like this. But so could his brothers. The sound of his S/O inserting the key pulled him out of these worried thoughts, and he stepped inside.

The living room area had white walls and oak floors. It was surprisingly spacious, given the apparent size of the place from the outside. There was a little corridor down to the right that likely lead to the bedroom area and a bathroom area; the living room and kitchen shared a space. What caught Todomatsu’s eye was the fuchsia couch. Stepping a little bit closer, he noticed the soft and fluffy faux-fur pink carpet. Pink accents littered this otherwise totally neutral room, and he smiled. Pink was, of course, his favourite colour, too!

His S/O started taking him on a tour of the kitchen-- showing him where the cookware and utensils were. The jar holding all of the main spoons next to the stove was ceramic and pink, and the cooking spoons appeared to be from the same set thanks to the matching dark pink handles they shared. Todomatsu opened the cupboard, and noticed the glasses were tinted pink. The utensils all had a little pink rhinestone at the bottom of their hilts. Notably, his S/O also had not one, but two pairs of nearly identical-looking oven mitts.

Next, he got a closer look at the living area. The pink didn’t end at the couch and carpet, but [S/O] also had pillows that matched the carpets! The curtains were a very pale pink, too. The coffee table and side tables matched each other. They were a darker colour, but looked a bit older. They might be gifts from [S/O]’s parents upon moving to the apartment? Either way, they were clean of any stains, which, having grown up in a house with eight people, Todomatsu found very impressive.

He appreciated how the main area matched so well! Did his S/O really live this way? Was this a show they put on to impress him? If that was the case, it was really working!

Next, his S/O indicated the location of that bathroom, which he correctly guessed was down the same way as the bedroom.

Said bedroom had a white carpet, and bright pink walls. There was a large window in the back with curtains that matched the ones in the living room. [S/O]’s bedsheets had little red roses embroidered along the hem, and more fluffy pink pillows laid on top of them.

Upon entering, Todomatsu gasped. It was absolutely the cutest bedroom he’d ever been in. He took a closer look at the desk, made of pale wood in the corner-- it was harbouring [S/O]’s pink laptop.

“Haha, I hope you don’t think I went overboard with the pink in here.” [S/O] offered a small, sheepish smile, unable to read Todomatsu’s thoughts.

“It’s all so perfect!” he exclaimed. He took them into his arms. “I can’t believe I was lucky enough to find someone with perfect taste!!”

“Really? You like it?” His S/O grinned brightly. “Most guys are chased off by this.”

“Well, I don’t see any of them here, so you clearly did much better for yourself.”

[S/O] laughed, relieved. “I guess I did!”

The pair headed back out to the living room area to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening together. They ordered something for delivery for dinner and settled in to watch a few movies together. Halfway through the second movie, [S/O] stood up and started making something in the kitchen. They came back about fifteen minutes later with a pair of matching mugs. The hot chocolate inside was a deep pink.

Todomatsu could absolutely get used to living like this.

#Osomatsu-san #Ososan #Todomatsu #Matsuno Todomatsu #Todomatsu Matsuno #Imagine #Imagines #Todomatsu imagine #Todomatsu imagines #Ficlet #This was super fun!!! #I need to get better with descriptors so this was great practise for me!! :D #Anonymous

[chryzure-archive]

Daniel Law for that ask game as well! (Or Despair - or both -eyes emoji-)

AHHH!! A good idea! A great idea, even!!!

DANIEL

First impression

His hair was so swooshy and fun!!! I didn't really care about him though, he just kinda existed. A cool design!

Impression now

He's so tired. He's trying to keep everything together. He won't ever succeed, and I feel bad for him, but at the same time, it's so funny seeing him try fruitlessly. Let me give him a quick little kiss. He needs to stop smoking so much. Such a bad habit. I love him.

Favorite moment

In B2B, I just adored how Libra was like "Yeah! We stopped this artifact from destroying the city (and even the world)! Here you go :)" and Daniel was like "Great! Why is it broken?" HE WAS SO FUCKING ANNOYED AND WORRIED. Chronic stress + fatigue in characters, my beloved.

Idea for a story

I've really been wanting to explore his friendship with Chrysi and how it ties in with his relationship with Faye! Mostly spanning from when Chrysi worked with the HLPD, to her leaving, to Daniel trying to track down the leader of the Crossroads, to Faye (who works with Chrysi still) giving him a cryptic note from Chrysi (as the leader) saying she's an old friend, to Daniel realizing he's been chasing after his old employee all this time. It's just a fun little thing I want to write, esp since I like developing Chrysi's friendships with people!

Unpopular opinion

I don't know if I have one! Maybe my most unpopular opinion is please make him more stressed :) It's very funny to me :) :) :)

Favorite relationship

I adore how frustrated he gets with Libra all the time. Exasperated uncle vibes. That's p much all. Plus, I mentioned I loved the friendship he and Chrysi have!!! I really enjoy playing with that hehe.

Favorite headcanon

He likes to cook!!! He loves it!!! He has a "Kiss the Chef" apron in pink (a joke gift from Chrysi that she didn't actually think would be something he'd want) and he cooks for people whenever he's calm enough to do it (rarely).

DESPAIR

First impression

I HATED HIM. I HATED HIM SO MUCH. I WANTED HIM TO DIE SO, SO BAD. Super annoying + smarmy + evil and I HATED THAT.

Impression now

Wow... true love really does exist <3 He's an attentive lover and a passionate person and I just get butterflies whenever I think of him. He's also, like, a very comfortable person to ship Chrysi with. They're both perfect for each other :)

Favorite moment

I really like the part where he explodes that mugger into blood and gore :) I love how insane he looks + when he's covered in blood?? OH BOY. Yeah... yeah.

Idea for a story

AAHHH, I HAVE SO MANY! I've been working on one where Femt kidnaps her and poisons her in front of Despair though, and it's pretty good, if I do say so myself.

Unpopular opinion

Despair doesn't want to die. I really don't think so. Even without Chrysi, he just seems to have worked so hard to be alive for so long. He's extremely depressed, but also... he's still around. So I don't think the events of s1 were him trying to die.

Favorite relationship

CHRYSI/DESPAIR, CHRYSI/DESPAIR, CHRYSI/DESPAIR. They love each other soso much!!! Plus, Despair and Adam's friendship is funny :)

Favorite headcanon

That Despair used to be human in ancient Roman times! I think it would really add to the emotional depth he has in comparison to the rest of the Thirteen Kings + the drama of everything!!

#.asks #s.chrysidespair #laws of the faye #AAAAAAAAAAAA i've been rewatching kkss too!! so perfect timing!!

[metalheadcowboy]

Hey, hi!! 💗💗💗💗💗 :D

(also, I'm loving your catboy!steve so much. thank you for writing 🌟)

Hi hi!!!! <3 (Sorry my emojis on my computer still aren’t working right so I’m making do with the old school ones D:)

And omg thank you so much for saying so, I’m always so self conscious when I post anything I write but reading compliments like this bring me soooo much joy and happiness!! <3

Also OMG YOU’RE GETTING ONE OF MY FAVORITES!!!

When Billy and Steve return back to Hawkins for the first time after they move away all the kids now have kids and it kind of blows Steve’s mind. He feels like it was just yesterday that they were all thirteen and begging him for rides to the arcade and now here they were with kids? Crazy. But they’re all little, like 2-3 and running around the Wheelers house and it’s just chaos, but Steve loves it. He’s always loved kids, always had a knack with handling them, so he’s kind of like the designated babysitter when they arrive.

The first kid, Lucas and Max’s daughter Eveline calls him kitty and he just laughs and wiggles his ears. Max will try to correct her and go ‘No Evie, that’s uncle Steve.’ And Eveline will just go ‘No mommy, kitty.’ And point at Steve’s ears and he really doesn’t mind because it’s cute. When it’s his turn to hold her, she’ll reach her hands up and grab at his ears and Billy will tell her ‘Gentle, Uncle Steve’s not a toy.’ And he swears that this is the most comprehensive kid he’s ever met because as soon as he say that Eveline reaches up slower and softly pets one of his cat ears which would make Steve grin and purr softly making Eveline giggle.

Now the real trouble comes when Dustin’s son, Joshua, is put into mix because he’s rough. He doesn’t mean to be, but clearly he got all of Dustin’s curiosity and more because when he sees Steve’s tail that’s the first thing he goes for. He pulls roughly at the fluffy appendage extended from the small of Steve’s back and Steve yelps a sound not even Billy’s heard before and yanks his tail back into his possession out of instinct, gaining the attention of everybody else in the room. He would feel so bad when he turns around to see a little curly headed boy with big teary eyes. And Dustin would be like ‘We haven’t even been here 5 minutes and you’re already hurting my kids feelings, Steve?’ And Steve would literally freak out seeing Dustin for the first time in like ten years he would actually jump into his arms for Dustin to catch him and almost tip him over.

I think that Mike and Will ‘s (Yes I do believe Byler to be endgame SUE ME) kid, Sage, would be the quietest of them all, the hardest to get out of her shell. She’d constantly be hiding behind one of their legs, not really saying much to any of the adults or the kids. Steve would be the first person that could successfully get her to come out and talk a little bit. He would let her silently pet his ears and brush his tail with one of Nancy’s old soft bristle hair brushes.

And before he even knew what was happening he’d have three kids chasing him around the house until he fake collapses and they tackle him. Billy would be watching from the sidelines with a fond smile. And when they get in the car to leave Steve’s like ‘Bill I think I want one.’ And Billy’s like ‘What a kid?’ And Steve’s like ‘Well, duh, what else?’ And Billy’s like ‘Wait, seriously?’ And Steve’s liek ‘Yeah, I think I’m ready.’ and Billy’s like ‘Well, then let’s have a damn kid.’

Send me your favorite emoji and I’ll give you a Catboy Steve hc 🥺😽

#Steve Harrington #Billy Hargrove #Harringrove #Stranger Things #Catboy Steve Harrington #You can also send me your own hcs if you like!! :)

[crescentmoon223]

Two Worlds Collide Chapter 17

Read it on AO3 | Rated: NC-17 | Stella x Scully

Chapter 17

(read it from the beginning here)

Scully stood beside Stella on the beach as the moon rose over the lake. A branch cracked somewhere in the woods behind them, and she couldn’t help smiling as she saw Stella clench the can of bear spray in her right hand. Scully wasn’t worried about bears, or mountain lions, or anything else that might be roaming these woods. Nothing was going to ruin this weekend for her, not after her reunion with William and the beautiful moment she’d shared with Stella on a mountaintop that morning.

After their hike, Scully had met Mulder in town for coffee before he flew back to Virginia. Consulting for the FBI was a good thing for him. There was a light in his eyes that she hadn’t seen since they left the X Files ten years ago, and she was so glad to see it. They were both stronger and happier now, and after this weekend, she was more secure about where they stood in each other’s lives now that they were no longer a couple. He seemed to be too.

After coffee with Mulder, she and Stella had gone for another swim in the lake. Then they’d eaten pasta together on the back deck, and now they were down at the lake so she could show Stella the Milky Way before they flew home tomorrow.

“Mulder once told me that starlight is where lost souls go,” she murmured, looking up at the heavens. The sky glowed with millions of stars, eclipsed by the moon that hung silvery bright over the lake in front of them, reflected on its surface in glittering ripples.

“Do you believe that?” Stella asked.

“No.” She smiled at the memory. “But it’s fascinating to think that some of the stars we’re looking at right now are long dead. They’re so far away that their light is still shining on us thousands of years after they’re gone.”

“Never really thought about it,” Stella said, her t’s neat and clipped. After all this time, her accent still made Scully swoon. Maybe it always would.

“Look, there’s the Milky Way.” She pointed at the milky strip overhead, stars so close together the whole sky seemed to glow.

“Okay, that is impressive,” Stella said.

“Worth coming out here for?” Scully threaded their fingers together. Stella’s skin was cool from the night breeze. Her hair had shone like spun gold in the sunlight earlier, but it glowed a shining silver in the moonlight now, equally breathtaking. Scully loved her so much she felt like she might burst from the power of it.

“That remains to be seen,” Stella said, casting her eyes in Scully’s direction. “Depends whether we make it back to the cabin in one piece.”

“The inimitable Stella Gibson is afraid of bears,” she whispered, giving Stella’s shoulder a playful nudge.

“Fuck off,” Stella muttered, but there was laughter in her voice.

They stood there for a long time staring up at the stars before making their way back to the cabin. They went to bed early that night, since they had to be up at the crack of dawn for their flight home to London. Was London home now? As she drifted off to sleep beside the woman she loved, she had a feeling it might be.

The flight was uneventful, although long. They took a taxi together to Scully’s flat, heading straight upstairs to bed since they both had to be at work the next day. Stella sat on the edge of the bed in her white lace-fringed nightgown. “Do you have any lip balm? The flight dried me out.”

“Yeah, just look in the nightstand.” She gestured at the table by the bed before heading into the bathroom to brush her teeth. When she came back out, Stella was curled up in bed with a smug grin on her face.

“Look what I found?” She held up Scully’s hot pink vibrator.

Scully felt her cheeks heat to the color of the toy. “Yes, well, I’m sure you have one too…or more than one.”

Stella gave her an amused look as she pressed the silver button at the base of the toy, frowning when nothing happened. “Thought we might have a little fun with it together.”

“Well, it looks like it needs to be charged.” Scully leaned over to kiss her. “But I don’t think I have the energy tonight anyway. I have to be up in six hours to work a twelve-hour shift.”

Stella pressed the button again, confirming the vibrator was dead before setting it on the table beside her. “Used it up, did you?”

“Um, the opposite of that, really. I don’t think I’ve turned it on since I got here.” She grinned at Stella. “You’ve kept me plenty busy.”

Stella lifted the covers, and Scully crawled in next to her. They shut out the light, and she was asleep almost immediately, deep and dreamless until the alarm woke her the next morning “Ugh.” She rolled over to silence it, brain foggy, eyes gritty. “Jetlag.”

“Tell me about it.” Stella blinked at her from the other side of the bed, looking similarly wrecked. But this was part of the job—for both of them—so they got up without further complaint and got ready for work. Before she walked out the door, though, she took a moment to pop the vibrator onto its charger.

By the time she dragged herself back through the door some thirteen hours later, she’d forgotten all about it. She was exhausted, but Stella—beautiful, workaholic Stella—was still at the office. She’d texted earlier to say she would probably sleep there and that Scully shouldn’t wait up for her.

Well, if this was the price to pay for their weekend together, she would happily pay it. Somewhere in the back of her mind, though, she wondered if Stella was doing this to return some space between them, if she was regretting the things she’d said and shared in Wyoming. Scully pressed a palm against her forehead. She was overthinking this. Stella was busy after taking yesterday off from work. And if she needed some time to herself after their long weekend together, that was fine too.

Scully heated up a microwave meal for herself, and then she marched straight upstairs, ready to fall into bed. The vibrator sat on her nightstand, fully charged. She unplugged it with a smile, remembering the way Stella had held it last night. Just for fun, she pressed the button to turn it on. Nothing happened. She pressed it again. Silence.

“Well, that’s too bad,” she muttered to herself. She tried it a few more times, and then sent a text to Stella.

Sad news. The vibrator is dead.

Almost immediately, Stella texted back. Well then, I’ll have to take you shopping for a new one.

Don’t be silly. I’ll order one online. Scully had never actually visited a store that sold them. Why put herself through that potentially embarrassing situation when she could shop anonymously on the internet—and most likely have access to a larger inventory, not to mention customer reviews?

Where’s the fun in that? Stella replied.

The fun comes after it arrives. She added a winking emoji.

I’ll take you shopping on Saturday.

Fine. Good night, Stella. Don’t work too hard.

Night, love.

Scully pressed a hand against her heart. Yes, it was a British term of endearment, but Stella had never used it with her before, and…gah. She set the useless vibrator aside and lay in bed, still wearing her scrubs, asleep almost before her head hit the pillow.

***

Stella worked until her eyelids felt like sandpaper scraping over her eyeballs every time she blinked. It felt good to be back in her office. The fatigue was like an old friend, welcome and familiar. The cot behind the desk was her mistress, offering a respite—albeit brief—from the file in front of her.

Wyoming felt surreal, almost like a dream. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Scully, fingers buried deep inside her as she told her she loved her, hand in Stella’s as she showed her the Milky Way, blushing furiously as Stella held her vibrator.

Dana.

Stella inhaled sharply, pressing a hand against her chest. She’d been wrong on that mountaintop because her declaration of love changed everything. Now, it was a tangible part of herself, something she was aware of every minute of the day. This was it for her. There would never be another person to infiltrate her heart the way Scully had. And yet she still feared the painful, inevitable truth. It couldn’t last, not for someone like her. It would end, the way all her relationships did. Scully would return to America at the end of her fellowship. And Stella would have to remember how to live without her.

What did a life without her even look like? Stella lifted her head, realizing that it looked like…this. An office devoid of personal photos, case files stacked in front of her, a harsh fluorescent bulb overhead, burning her eyes into dust. With a heavy sigh, she shut off her laptop, turned out the light, and crawled onto the cot waiting for her, barely conscious long enough to pull the blanket over herself.

When she woke, voices echoed outside her office, officers working cases, fighting crime, chasing killers, an endless cycle of good versus evil. She lay for a moment, staring up at the white-tiled ceiling overhead, grateful she’d managed a few peaceful hours of sleep. She rolled to her side and picked up her phone, blinking past the grittiness in her eyes.

Morning. Hope you catch whatever fucker you’re after this week.

It was from Scully, of course. No one else texted Stella outside of work, which was either sad or efficient, depending how she looked at it. A smile tugged at her lips as she scrolled through her camera roll to the selfie she and Scully had taken atop that mountain on Sunday, both of them smiling widely, arms around each other, cheeks pressed together.

When was the last time she’d taken a carefree photo like this?

She couldn’t even remember. With a sigh, she sat up, stretching past the various aches and pains in her body. Truth: she wasn’t as young as she used to be. She would be up for promotion soon. Was it time to give up this life, move up the management chain, let someone else lose sleep over the rapists and murderers not yet caught?

It was a question for another day. She set her phone on the desk, grabbed a clean change of clothes from the closet, and made her way down to the locker room to shower and prepare herself for the day ahead. Thirty minutes later, she called DC Welsh and DC Copeny into her office to discuss strategies and steps in the Flynn murder. After that, she headed to the morgue to receive the autopsy findings, and then walked straight into a meeting with her boss, Chief Superintendent Chris George, and several other high-ranking officers to discuss the department’s crime solving rate so far this year.

She’d just returned to her office, sinking gratefully into the chair behind her desk, when she heard a familiar laugh. She looked up to see Scully charming Anwar behind the reception desk. Scully watched with a dazzling smile as he leaned back in his chair, entertaining her with one of his wild tales, hands up and waving wildly. His gaze dropped—just briefly—to Scully’s cleavage, visible above the vee neck of her scrubs, and then he leaned in to whisper something in her ear.

Stella stood and walked to the door of her office, leaning a hip against the frame, left eye twitching furiously as she chewed her bottom lip, eyes searing into the top of Scully’s head until she finally looked up, meeting Stella’s gaze. She didn’t bother to blink, letting Scully feel every possessive ounce of her displeasure.

Scully had visited headquarters often enough that Anwar and most of the junior officers up front knew her by name. They knew she was here to see Stella. Maybe some of them had their suspicions, but honestly, she doubted it. They had assumed Scully was a friend, a colleague even, simply because they hadn’t bothered to pay attention. And therefore, Anwar felt comfortable flirting with her right under Stella’s nose.

Scully walked toward her now, holding Stella’s unblinking gaze. She reached the doorway in which Stella remained unmoving, hip cocked, arms crossed over her chest. She waited until Scully was right in front of her, and then she uncoiled herself from the doorframe, placing one hand possessively on Scully’s hip, just low enough to make her intention clear.

She looked toward the reception desk, catching Anwar’s gaze. She made sure he saw, and more to the point, that he understood, and then she kicked the door to her office shut behind them.

#Two Worlds Collide #fanfic #Stella x Scully #Stella and Scully #The X Files #The Fall #Dana Scully #Stella Gibson

[chrismdthings]

house of memories

pairing: chris dixon x reader warning(s): angst note: i need to stop with the song imagines / listen to house of memories - panic! at the disco while reading / 3,505 words

Then will you remember Me in the same way As I remember you

You weren’t sure when Los Angeles faded from a distant dream to a near reality, but you were sure you had to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t in some fantasy world where you whisked away to live happily ever after. It was far, far from that, but your reality was now the first step to your happily ever after.

A couple thousand dollars, a few bags, and a dream; that’s all you had, and that’s all you needed for this one opportunity.

Years ago, when you watched movies, you seen the glitz and the glamor of being an actress in Hollywood. In California there was luxury cars with all-white, embroidered seat covers in Audi’s. Bright lights and cameras followed by laughter with late-night show hosts on a set. Red carpet premieres with designer dresses and pressed suits. Gold rings on fingers gripping on to golden trophies with an acceptance speech. Mansions in Calabasas with diamond chandeliers and the finest marble floors. And even Hollywood parties filled with big names and the champagne in flutes was worth thousands.

It was what it seemed like on the outside, and you couldn’t wait to have that.

But you knew that couldn't be your reality unless you were graced with the last name Jenner or Hadi and had everything served to you on a golden platter, even with no talent or skill. 

All you had was an unknown name, an acting ability, and hope. You were there to make a name for yourself, or at least give Los Angeles hell in the time spent.

Instead, your reality was spending all your saved money on a one-way plane ticket and rental car to sleep in for as long as possible. Or until your talent got you somewhere you wanted to be. In Los Angeles you would have nothing but a dream and a backpack filled with scripts for potential auditions.

You told yourself when you were twelve that you were going to move to California, that you were going to take on the world, and do something big. You were young, a theatre kid with a few musicals and shows under your belt, but you had aspirations and a big imagination. Now you were turning that imagination into something good.

There was a possibility that nothing would come of this risk. Maybe you were just dreaming too big for your own head and creating a world of your own where the acting business was different. But there was nothing wrong with taking a risk, especially if it meant something to you.

The risk was big, almost too big in your parents and family’s mind. They thought you were mental to ditch applying for university, to quit your job at a local yogurt shop all for a dream. All because it was nothing more than just a dream yet.

The risk of leaving Jersey to go to America was also leaving everyone and everything you knew and loved behind. You were leaving behind your family, your best friends, a Russian Blue cat Oliver, the house you grew up in, a place you knew like the back of your hand, and Chris.

Chris dreaded the day that was inevitable. Every morning he woke up knowing that he got to spend one less day with you than before and he made sure to not take the last days with you for granted. The days were dwindling down and soon you would whisk away to a foreign land, leaving everything in Jersey for the past.

Even him.

He laid in bed the day before you said goodbye- watching the clock on his wall tick down with each second. He watched ten turn into eleven and eleven turn into midnight.

When the clock hit midnight, Chris felt a sensation of sadness drift over him, pushing down on his chest to make his heart feel heavy. With closed eyes he could see you right now; a bright smile on your face as you stuffed remaining clothes into a suitcase and double-checked things. He could picture you with sweaty palms and a light heart as you carried yourself down the stairs with everything in your hands, saying goodbye to the frowning faces.

That’s when his phone on the bed next to him vibrated. Chris’ eyes shot open and he reached down, mindlessly grabbing his phone to look at the illuminated screen to see your name followed by the yellow heart emoji. The corners of his lips tempted to tug up with a grin, but it disappeared fast as it came.

>> CHRIS IT’S TODAY The text read off in all-caps. >> I’M LEAVING TODAY :))

He felt his heart sink into his stomach at your words. You were so happy to be leaving, he knew it. You had been talking about this day for years; there was no way you were excited.

You were so happy to be leaving Jersey, your old home, and him in search of something new.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, lungs burning, he replied back when the words came to him.

<< I know! I’m so excited for you!!

That wasn’t a lie. Chris had nothing but love and excitement for you to be chasing your dream in his mind and heart. He knew how much this day meant to you, and he wasn’t going to be selfish, even as much as he wanted to be. He had to push his selfish reasons for not wanting you to leave to the side and think about you and how you felt.

>> What are you doing right now?

<< In bed. Why?

>> Let’s hang out. You responded. Be outside in five.

As Chris pushed himself out of bed with a hefty sigh in his own home, you on the other side of the phone, slipped on your combat boots at the back door. Closing the back door, you stuffed your hands into the pockets of the leather jacket to fight off the cold and carried yourself across the backyard.

Across the street, two houses down, you watched as Chris emerged from the front door of his house. He closed the door behind him before jogging across the street and straight to you. You noticed his ADIDAS trackpants and dark blue hoodie; his hair was disheveled and had distinct purple moons under his eyes. It was clear that he had just rolled out of bed.

“Hey,” he breathed out, sliding his hands in his front pockets.

“Hey, Christoph.” You smiled, kicking at a pebble before you two started walking down the street.

Ever since you and Chris became friends, both ten years old, the street between your respective houses became a middleground. You and Chris spent countless nights riding bikes around and down to the small lake at the end of the street, sitting on the concrete curbs late at night to talk under the starry sky, playing football on the pavemet and losing the ball in a neighbors yard, and him helping you rehearse your lines at midnight under the street lights. It became a staple of the friendship.

Chris huffed and when he looked at your bright eyes, he smiled. “How are you feeling right now?”

You laughed and turned to the right, starting to walk down the sidewalk that lead out of the street. “Excited, nervous, everything really...” you trailed off. “I have so many emotions and feelings right now, I don’t know how to feel.”

Chris nodded and looked at the road under his feet as he walked alongside you. He watched the cracks in the concrete and the rocks glide under his shoes with each step.

He didn’t know what to say after that. His heart felt heavy and he didn’t want to think about the next few hours to come; when you finally boarded your flight with a simple goodbye to everyone and everything. He couldn’t think about it without wanting to cry.

Even you, itching to leave and start a new chapter of your life, felt that same way. Everyone asked you how it felt to leave so easily, but no one knew exactly how you felt about it. They always assumed it was easy, that you didn’t care enough about anything to hate leaving, but that was the exact opposite. It hurt just as much for you to leave as it did for everyone else to watch you leave.

It seemed hard for others to wrap their minds around your decision. It was your decision though, and one you spent years making up your mind about. There was endless nights spent staying up planning, thinking, and reminiscing.

Remembering that you were leaving everything behind for an unknown amount of time caused your heart to sink into your stomach, triggering a sick feeling. The vision of your mother’s face when you told her you were leaving remained vivid in the back of your mind, your father’s frown, and the emptiness that filled the house for the remaining weeks.

You could also remember the weekend you stayed at your grandmother’s and told her the plan. The days leading up, you expected her to tear-up and somberly nod at your decision, but instead you got something completely different. She was understanding and accepting.

A phrase your grandmother told you when you were thirteen was also the reason you decided to leave. You could remember sitting next to her on a porch swing, sipping on lemonade on a hot day when she gave you advice about a conflict that had you stuck. “Love, you better swim before you drown.” You took that advice and used it every time you were faced with a decision. That advice is what finalized your decision.

You made the decision for the better half of your future. Jersey was a small Channel island that offered nothing for your future. Jersey had no university, nothing to benefit your passion of acting, and nothing that interested you enough to keep your feet on the ground there. Your dream expanded across seas and countries and there was nothing holding you back.

As everyone made their voices clear in your decision, you didn’t know about Chris’ opinion. He was happy for you the moment you told him the plan to when you told him you had enough money to make it there for a while. Yet, there had never been a night when you two sat down and talked about it since you set your mind to leaving.

“What about you?” You asked, glancing to your left at Chris for a second from the small pathway on a hill leading to a bench near the lake.

“About you leaaving?” He watched you nod before he looked back at his steps and huffed. Sliding his hands into his jacket pockets, his fingers twiddled with a loose thread. “I don’t know, I’m pretty conflicted.” He admitted. “I’m happy for you to go out and do what you have always wanted too, but at the same time I’m sad that you are leaving.”

You nodded and walked over to the bench, Chris following behind, and lowered down onto the wood and sitting back.

“I know. A big part of me is sad for leaving too, especially leaving you.”

Chris’ head quirked up as he leaned back onto the bench. He turned to look at you opposed from the view of the lake in front of him. “Really?”

You took a deep breath, looking at the lake feet away from you two. It was dark, almost black as the moons reflection rippled in the slight movement of the water.

“Yeah,” you nodded after swallowing hard. “I mean I’m going to miss it all, but it’s not like I’m going to be gone forever. If I get a part or a role, I’m still coming back.”

“You mean when you get a role.” Chris said rolling his head to look at you with a slight grin and you laughed.

“Yeah, maybe. But, regardless of what happens while I’m out there, I’m always coming back here. So don’t worry; you can’t get rid of me that easily.” Stressing your words, you reached out and playfully punched your best friends’ shoulder. Chris pretended to be hurt and dramatically fall, leaning against the edge of the bench like he was dead from a simple punch. Loud laughs escaped your lips as you watched him grin and straighten his posture. “Keep that acting up and I’ll bring you with me.”

Chris snorted. “Please, as if I can act to save my life.”

“Hey, you never know. If I land a part and they need extras, I’m calling you up first.”

“Really? Because I’m sure I will be the star if you call me up.”

“Alright you geezer, I don’t think your acting as a doorknob in our school play nine years ago is a good enough skill to get you an Oscar.”

“I played a tree once too!”

“Oh, sorry, a tree. I stand corrected.” You said, looking at him with a straight face. Chris had a soft spot for your sarcastic nature, so his lips twitched upwards into a smile that he tried to hide before erupting into laughter. That triggered you to laugh as well.

Chris watched as you squeezed your eyes tight when you leaned back, letting out a hearty laugh that blossomed from your chest. He loved your laugh; it was something that he would never get tired of hearing.

He admired the moment that you two lived in. Sitting on a bench by the lake that held so many memories of the past for the both of you, hearing you laugh, knowing that it was all going to end shortly. There was nothing more bittersweet than realizing how much you were going to miss a moment while still living in it.

Chris wanted to live in this moment forever. A moment where daylight never came, you never left, and he was able to be with you forever.

Unbeknownst to you, the feelings for you that Chris hid deep behind friendly smiles and hugs had grown. He knew you were a friend, his best friend in fact, and it could be nothing more, but his heart didn’t understand that.

There was a point when you two had met, both ten and in school, that it was simply friendship. Playing in the lawn of eachother’s homes during family dinners grew into attending his Sunday league matches and him coming to every opening night for your plays.

All that eventually grew into teenagers spending every bit of time together you both could, and that’s where the feelings started to grow for Chris. He could no longer lay next to you in bed and talk without his heart pounding against his ribcage, no longer feel nothing as you two grazed knees while sitting on a curb, and no longer feel casual when you hugged him after a match.

He fell in love with your dramatic but everloving personality, your soft heart and electric soul. It was your wild eyes, your genuine laugh, and good intentions. Chris had undeniably fell in love with you, so much it was oblivious to you while every one else could only watch on.

It wasn’t something about you that Chris loved, it was everything.  

And sadly, it was something that would never happen. That thought caused Chris’ heart to drop into his stomach as he thought about it. He respected you, and he wasn’t going to push his underlying admiration on you when you thought of him as only a friend-

“I remember the first time we came here.” You said abruptly, pulling Chris from his own thoughts. He shook his head, blinking to return to reality and looked at you. You were staring out at the lake, knees drawn in to press against your chest. “We were fourteen and riding bikes, and you came down the path on the hill way too fast and went straight into the water.”

Chris nodded with a soft chuckle.

“And when I went to help you, you pulled me right in with you.”

“I don’t think you talked to me for hours after that.”

You rolled your eyes. “Gee, I wonder why.”

Chris licked his lips, rubbing his sweaty palms on the material of his trackpants. “And I remember all the nerf-gun battles we had in your basement with the lights off and flashlights.”

“To camping out in your garden and pretending we were in the woods instead of four feet away from the kitchen door.”

“And playing football in the house and putting a whole in the wall next to the dryer that mum has still yet to find.”

You laughed again, remembering the look of panic on both yours and Chris’ face the second after it happened. “I still have all the recordings of us pretending to be spies and play-fighting in my living room.”

“Oh God, let’s not.” He shook his head at the years he pressed in the back of his mind. “Remember when the petting zoo came to town and an alpaca spit on you?”

“Yes, because you will never let me forget it.” The atmosophere between you two that was once somber was now light and full. “Then last year when we went to the cove and almost got arrested.”

“And to think we went back a couple hours later.”

“We’re talented, no one said we’re smart.” You defended the stupid ideas and plans you two had with a flick of the wrist.

“Oh, and diving off the rocks near the cliffs too!” Chris exclaimed, coming upon the memory in his mind. “Then breaking into two parks after dark just to swing.”

“Only to be caught by a cop."

"Both times, by the same cop.” You laughed at Chris' input before continuing.

“And then stealing a shopping cart from the market and riding through the streets with it. To sneaking out at night and drinking before hopping over fences to escape parties.”

He smiled; his shoulder grazing yours. “We really are idiots.”

You grinned and shrugged, knowing at the time of these events you and Chris had never felt more free and happy.

“We really are.” You agreed.

You two remained in silence after that. Listening to the crickets chirping around you two, cars passing by every few minutes, staring at the rippling water under the starry sky.

That’s when it set in for you that you were leaving, and leaving all that behind. So many memories and stories were shared in the small town that you lived in; that was something you would always cherish, no matter how far you roamed.  

You felt a heaviness in your heart knowing that you were leaving without Chris. He was your best friend, your left hand and go-to, someone who you could do stupid shit with, but also someone who could talk sense into you at the same time.

He was the one who supported you with this decision from day one, and you knew that you could never repay him for it.

Out the corner of your eye, you watched Chris shift on the bench and you turned to look at him. He was already looking at you with a contemplating expression. Even through the mask he wore, you could see the sadness in his eyes.

“Can you make me a promise?” He asked.

You swallowed hard, nodding. “Of course,”

His eyes searching yours, you could see the hesitancy. “When you get to Los Angeles and get your role, when you’re happy, and that fantasy of yours becomes your legacy,” he smiled, “can you promise me that you won’t forget me?”

“Chris-” you licked your lips, shaking your head. He was talking as if you would forget anything that happened before you left, all those years spent together, which was far from the truth. “You are insane to think that I will ever forget you."

Your eyes diverted to his raising hand and he folded his fingers down to hold up a pinky. “You promise?”

With a soft smile, you reached up and interlocked your pinky with his. Eyes meeting, Chris smiled at you. “I promise,”

For you, that night ended and the sunrise rose as you and Chris made the way back home. With a lingering hug under the orange glow of a street light and a goodbye, you grabbed your bags and whisked away to the airport.

Days later, in your memory, you could picture Chris' soft but sad smile and his goodbye wave from the street when you glanced back at him in the car mirror.

In Chris’ memory, that night never ended. You two stayed on the lake bench, looking at each other and smiling, forever.

And when your fantasies Become your legacy Promise me a place In your house of memories

#there's at least three references in here #a harry styles one #a panic! one #and a paper towns one #i hope you all find them #chrismd #chrismd10 #chris dixon #chrismd imagine #chrismd10 imagine #chris dixon imagine #chrismd drabble #chrismd10 drabble #chris dixon drabble #chrismd one shot #chrismd10 one shot #chris dixon one shot #one shot

[lukeysgirl]

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.9

                                                 Part N I N E 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: hi hi!!! gabs is back with another part. im so, so happy that everybody is enjoying this series. i made this part a bit more intimate, so i hope that makes everybody’s day (lol). tysm for all the support n love. 100 notes is the goal, but ik yall know this ! x

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]

                                                      I M A G I N E 

Arrival to Ireland, 13:02 P.M.

“We’re actually going to a party today,” Calum told you as the two of you started unbuckling your belts. People were already rising from their seats to scoop up their carry-ons and exit the plane. “We’re to head out in a few hours, but we’re leaving from the hotel.”

“Yeah?” You asked, pondering about the party. “Is it one of those big celebrity parties?”

“Yep.” Calum said as he began taking down your carry-on and carrying it for you. He grabbed your book bag and held it up for you so you can put it on with much more ease. “There’s gonna be a few good friends of ours.” 

“I wonder who they might be...” You thought seriously. You walked behind Calum as he was leading the way out of the plane. But as he did, you noticed him putting his hand out behind him. “Are you asking for something, Cal?”

“Your hand, dummy,” Calum mumbled, glancing at you to see his cheek lightly tinted pink from embarrassment. Your heart skipped, having you slowly place your hand in his as he walked you down the jetway and into the airport. He squeezed it lightly while rubbing a few of his fingertips in the palm of your hand. “Your hand is so soft, love.” 

M-my hand? ‘Love?’ You thought, feeling Calum’s hard skin against yours. His callouses felt endless as you rubbed part of his palm. It was rough, but it was him and it was real. Your thumb couldn’t stop rubbing the harsh skin, your nail getting merely stuck in the wrinkles of his hand. 

“Y/N!” You were suddenly released from your fixation of Calum’s hand and turned to see Luke rush over. “Hey how was your fli-- woah.” His ocean eyes quickly darted down to the clasped hands, his pupils dilating in some form of shock. “What’s this?” Luke asked, gesturing the entire thing with his index finger. 

Before you can open your mouth, Ashton appeared to your left. 

“It would seem Calum grew some balls and finally explained things to her,” Ashton teased, having Calum look back to glare at Ashton. 

“Um, shut up?” Calum growled, facing forward once more as he held your hand tighter. You blushed, looking down at your hands as guards quickly began surrounding you guys. Michael came from behind and held his hands on your shoulders as you guys walked. 

“Aw, Calum is so happy now!” Michael teased. He then fell silent and you noticed a sly smile paint across his lips. Suddenly, you felt a nose trace down your neck slowly, having you shudder from the touch. Calum must’ve felt the vibrations as he turned around and glared at Michael. 

“The fuck you doing back there?” Calum growled, letting you go and lunging himself at Michael. You were flushed, unsure as to how you felt. You held your neck as you, Luke, and Ashton, watched Calum and Michael. Calum was practically choking Michael as Michael was cracking up. 

Dublin, At the hotel, 13:30 P.M.

“Man, plane trips are always so draining,” Luke commented as he dropped down on the bed. Michael nodded before toppling himself over Luke. “Michael, what the fuck!?”

“I’m just as drained,” Michael groaned.

“Then be drained on the other bed!” Luke complained as he pushed Michael off him and to the ground. You couldn’t help but giggle as you sat on the floor in a pretzel. Calum joined you, sitting right beside you while Ashton sat on the counter of the kitchen. 

“So,” Michael began as he suddenly propped up from the floor. His forest eyes was darted to you while giving you a devious smirk. “How did Calum finally sweep you off your feet? Other than, you know, him stopping from being such a dickface.” 

“Shut up!” Calum hissed. You giggled, patting Calum’s knee to calm him. 

“Well, he told me he fell in love right when he--” 

“Wait, Y/N.” Michael halted you, having you watch as Michael then shifted his attention towards Calum. “I want to hear it from Calum.” 

“Oh do you now?” Calum muttered in annoyance. Michael nodded happily before sitting on the floor right in front of Calum. 

“I want all the deets!” Michael gushed in a girl-like voice. You couldn’t help but laugh at Michael, seeing as he was twisting his hair and pretending to chew on bubblegum. It was also Calum’s face of pure disgust that had you weak. 

“W-well, I just told her everything I’ve felt for her since the day we met,” Calum said, looking distantly away from the rest of you. He was rubbing the back of his neck, sheepishly slouching. “And how much I’ve missed her and the feelings she gives me by her mere eyes, appearance, voice...” 

“I got that recorded in a tweet,” Ashton said, his face serious as he tapped on his phone. “What emojis should I put in it?” 

“Put the double pink hearts and the smoochy emoji,” Luke teased, chuckling as Calum jolted onto his feet and went for Ashton. Ashton quickly spun around and hopped off the counter as Calum jumped on it, in hopes of catching him. 

“You bastard, don’t post that!” Calum said angrily as he hopped off and chased Ashton upstairs. You were once more in the penthouse of a hotel, but this time there were only 4 rooms instead of 5. Although the shortage of space seemed worrisome, the boys agreed that two of them would share a room. Which duo, though, is beyond your knowledge. 

“So he finally confessed, eh?” Michael said as he crawled over to your side and nudged you. You blushed, nodding sheepishly as you stared down at the hand you held Calum’s hand with. “He’s so slow.” 

“And we even told him that you liked him,” Luke added from the bed. “How dense can that guy be?” 

“Apparently very,” Michael said as the two shared a laugh. “So anyway, you must feel way better now that he doesn’t see you as annoying.” 

“Mm, it’s much more relaxing,” you said with a nod. “I’m very happy now that I can actually have fun with all the boys again!” 

“Yeah, for sure!” Luke agreed as he reached over to ruffle your hair. Suddenly, Ashton ran in and crashed on the floor. He sent and hid behind you as Calum came into the room. He was panting and flushing, with his almond eyes dark from stress. 

“Ash, cut it out!” Calum growled as he walked closer to you. Ashton looked up at him, a bored expressed on his face as he gently rested his chin on your shoulder. “Do not tweet that!” 

“I already posted it when I was sat on the counter,” Ashton said with a yawn. “It’s been posted for like, 5 minutes now.” Calum looked horrified as he quickly fished out his phone, tapped on it a few times and then proceeded to fall to his knees. 

“I hate you so much,” Calum mumbled, dropped his head down as he let his phone slide from his hand in defeat. 

“It’s okay, Cal!” You quickly rushed to Calum as you sat up a bit and rested his head on your shoulder. Rubbing his back, you were surprised to feel him wrap his arms around you. 

“You smell so nice,” Calum mumbled against your neck as he gently left a kiss on it. You shivered a bit, your heart hammering your chest from the impact of his lips. “I can get addicted to it without worries since it’s you.” 

“God, you guys are so gross!” Luke let out, tossing around the bed to avoid looking at the two of you. “Get a room or something, yeah?” Calum scoffed before he let go of you and got back on his feet. He offered his hands out to you, giving you a reassuring smile before you took them and felt him lift you up. 

“Alright then,” Calum said quietly, holding your hand with his before guiding you to the door. 

“Where the fuck you two going?” Michael asked as Calum suddenly halted. You accidentally bumped his back from the sudden stop, having Calum chuckle before turning around to hug you. 

“We’re going shopping,” Calum said simply. “Since Y/N is coming to the party, I figured that we should get her something nice with a name that nobody can pronounce.” 

“Better not fuck her in a changing room or some shit,” Ashton began to scold. “She may be your girlfriend now, but that doesn’t stop her from being my cousin. I’ll beat you like an older brother would if you persuaded her to do some stupid shit like that.” You blushed at his audacious words as Calum rested his chin on your head. 

“Stop thinking the worst of me, Ash,” Calum said with a sigh before releasing you from his hug. He grabbed your hand once more and led you out of the suite. Before the door was slammed shut, Michael called out for a pair of Gucci glasses. 

“Are you getting something as well?” You asked Calum as you two were being driven in the 5SOS Jeep. It was the first time that all the boys weren’t in it. It was just you and the boy you’ve fallen for since you’ve met him. 

“Yes, actually,” Calum nodded as he took your hand in his. The two of you were sat in the middle seats of the car, only separated by a bit of space. “I want to look nice at the party, considering I haven’t seen these people in so long.” 

“Mm, I understand,” you say with a soft smile. Calum looked at you, a serious look on his face as he did. You couldn’t help but blush in confusion. “Wh-what’re you starin’ at?”

“You.” Your heart skipped a bit as Calum squeezed your hand. “Come here,” he whispered, having you quickly act. Unbuckling yourself, you stand up and go over to Calum. Immediately, Calum grabbed your waist and propped your down on his legs so that you could face him from your side. 

“S-satisfied now?” You stammered, your nerves building up as Calum nodded. 

“Very,” Calum mumbled as he wrapped his arms around your waist. The car then ran over a bump as you jumped in the air and landed on Calum’s legs again. You quickly wrapped your arms around Calum’s neck in fear of falling forward. “Don’t worry, baby. I have you,” Calum reassured as he pressed his face against your neck. 

“This is a suede, black, button-up shirt that comes in other colors,” a worker of this pretentious clothing store had begun as he offered Calum the folded shirt. You were sitting in a room reserved for the both of you as you watched Calum’s clothing choices. “But we know how fond you are of the shades of black and white.” 

“You know me well,” Calum said with a small smile as he unfolded the first and saw himself in the mirror while having the shirt over him. 

“We also have several stacks of black skinny jeans for you as well.” You giggled, having Calum glance over to you to give you a wide smile. You blushed at the sudden stare, looking away briefly before staring again. “I shall leave you to try on the clothing. Dressing rooms are to your left.” With that, the worker left the two of you as he went through the door and closed it.

Alone. 

“Y/N, d’you mind doing me a favor?” Calum asked as he didn’t leave his eyes from the mirror. You responded with a mere ‘mhm’ before he continued. “Can you pull the curtains closed behind you, please, love?” Your heart stopped the moment he called you ‘love’ as you started standing up. When you did, you saw a crowd of fans from outside the window, screaming with phones out. 

How did I not notice them? You thought as you noticed guards both outside and inside the shop by the doorway to ensure nobody was let in. You grabbed the silky, black curtains and yanked it over the windows, dimming the room slightly. Sitting back down, you blush a bit while looking down at your hands. 

“They probably took a ton of pictures of us just now...” you said with a whisper. “Is that bad?” Calum looked over and gave you a reassuring smile. Walking over to you, he bent down, grabbed your chin and planted a soft kiss on your lips. 

“It’s fine,” Calum said, still smiling as he tossed the new shirt to you. You caught it and felt it’s smooth texture. “I’m pretty sure they know about us now because of Ash, so it’s whatever. But I will announce it at the party. Is that okay with you?” 

“Mhm, definitely,” you say, feeling elated that you’re actually Calum’s girlfriend. It didn’t matter if you guys had to keep it hush, but the fact that he wants to flaunt about it just makes you smile even more. 

“I’m glad they’re not looking at us anymore, though,” Calum said with a low voice. Your eyes widened a bit as Calum grabbed the hem of his shirt and began to peel it off of his body. You watched in temptation, having Calum toss his shirt to the side and let out a sigh. 

Your eyes were introduced to his bare, side profile. Calum was very thin, but his toned body allowed you to see his small abs defined with ease. His pecks popped out fairly well as you began falling in love with the ink dented in his skin by the collarbones. They shined by the lights of the room, further defining the dark-caramel skin by color contrast. And, of course, you were happily given the sight of his biceps and muscles, also licked with tattoos of their own. 

Calum was just, all in all, a very attractive man. 

“Take a photo, it’ll last longer,” Calum teased. You rolled your eyes while still holding his new shirt.

“But this moment will stay in my mind forever,” you whispered, smiling up at the Maori boy. His lips dropped a bit, with them slightly parted to see the darkness in his mouth. His brown eyes stared at you with this incredible intensity and infatuation. He began walking towards you, biting down on his bottom lip harshly as under the teeth, the flesh became more red. 

“C’mere and let me kiss you.” With your heart stopping, your body immediately acts as you stand up and walk over to the shirtless man. Immediately, he grabs your waist and pulls your body against his. He smashed his lips against yours, having you close your eyes once you saw his fluttered shut. 

This moment meant everything to you. Calum’s warm lips kept sucking on your bottom one as he swallowed up your quiet moans. You felt his warm tongue rub along your bottom lip from time to time until he finally had enough. His tongue parted your lips and entered your mouth, having you pleasantly surprised once your tongue met up with his. 

“Mfh, Y/N...” he moaned against your lips, feeling the vibrations dance all over your mouth. Your hands were becoming sweaty against Calum’s built pecks as the momentum was only picking up from here. His big hands began rubbing down to your bum, struggling immensely to slip through your jeans. But he managed, pulling down your pants slightly in the process. 

“Mm-!” You reacted in surprise as he gave your ass an abrupt squeeze. He loved that reaction and sought out for more. With the grip on your ass, he pressed your crotch more against his. He was hard, having him moan loudly in your mouth when he did the impact. He quickly stopped the kiss, saliva streaming down both your lips. 

“I can’t believe I finally get to do this to you,” Calum whispered as he looked at you. You were panting heavily, with your chest heaving quickly and your cheeks completely rosy. You couldn’t even deny your hormones nor hide your shyness as you were already displaying both. But, you didn’t care so long as it was Calum. 

“I-I can’t believe it’s happening to me, either, so...” you whispered, your eyes locked with his as he still held you. 

“Let’s go over here, love.” Calum quickly retrieved his hands from your ass before guiding you over to the mirror. “I want to show you who I love so much and how she puts me like this.” 

“O-okay...” You agreed, blushing as you stood in front of the mirror. Calum went behind you, placing his head gently on your shoulder as the two of you looked at you. It made you wonder what exactly Calum liked in you regarding looks as you didn’t think you were the most gorgeous thing. 

“Keep your eyes on you in that mirror, okay?” Calum spoke in your ear, feeling the heat of his breath against your earlobe. “Can you do that for me, darling?” 

“I can do anything so long as you’re here,” you responded, getting a lip bite from Calum. 

“Fuck, I adore you.” Quickly, he latched his lips against your neck while snaking his hands under your shirt. He rubbed your bare belly, feeling his callouses up and down your smooth skin. You moaned from how harshly he sucked on your skin, feeling the tip of his tongue at a constant as he sucked. He then grabbed the hem of your shirt and brought it up above your chest. “Can you hold this up for me, Y/N? Just above your boobs.” 

“Mhm.” Obeying, you bent your arms to hold your shirt up to reveal your torso. Calum snaked his hands up right on top of your white, lacy bra. He began to rub what he believed to be your nipples through the threaded garment. You brought your head back in euphoria, feeling heat rise up in your flower as he barely made contact with your skin. 

“Damn, I love those sounds,” Calum growled against your neck. Suddenly, he slipped his hands through your the bottom of your bra. Rough skin was met with your petite buds, having the rush start to make them perk. Calum began groping your breasts, having you sigh in pleasure as he massaged them. 

“F-fuck, Cal-um...” You let out, feeling your mouth go dry. He took both of your nipples between his thumbs, middle, and index fingers as he pulled on them graciously. He twisted the small buds between his fingers, sending all sorts of pleasant nerves all over your breasts and body. It was impossible to keep your eyes on what he was doing because your head kept going back in pure delight. 

“I want to see these beautiful things.” Calum slipped his hands off of your breasts and walked over to be in front of you. He indulged at the sight of you, your face flush and completely horny for him. He then diverted his eyes to your breasts as he lifted the bra cups to your upper chest. Your breasts fell freely, bouncing a few times before hanging motionless. Your nipples were perked and hard, having you blush as Calum became entranced by them. 

He wasted no time. Bending down, he took your left breast politely and took the nipple in his mouth. You bit down on your bottom lip to keep from moaning loudly, but it was evident that you struggles. You kept repeating your lovers name as he swiped his tongue along your pink bud. With one hand holding onto your thigh, he used the free one to play with your right breast. Before he could give much attention to the right breast, a knock was heard against the door of the room. 

“Mr. Hood?” A worker called out. The two of you stayed put, turning your head over to stare at the door. Calum simply looked over with his eyes as his hot mouth was still on your mound. “If I may, we have put out a few outfits for Mrs. Hood to try on as well for your social gathering.”

“Thank you very much!” Calum called out, a bit of saliva connected his lips and your breast. “Please give me a moment.” Calum gave your right breast a quick peck before you pulled down your bra and adjusted your breasts into them. Letting your shirt go, you watch as Calum stands up straight again and pulls your body against his. 

“I... um, wow...” You stammered, your voice barely audible. You met with Calum’s eyes as he cupped your flushed cheeks with his hand. 

“It’s a good thing you covered the windows, baby,” Calum said, giving you a kiss on the forehead. The butterflies only got worse in your tummy as you weakly wrapped your arms around his torso. 

“Y-yeah, good thing,” you say shyly, blushing more as Calum pulls you in for a kiss. You felt Calum’s love with everything he’s done to you. With the kisses, the hand holding, the body admiration-- he was everything you wanted for him to be. 

“Go get your clothing and come back so we can try clothes together,” Calum whispered, giving you one more kiss on your nose before letting you go. As you turned around and prepared to walk away from Calum, he spanks you on your left butt cheek. 

“Calum!” You exclaim, holding your butt while leaving the room with Calum’s entertained laughter. 

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Aftermath 1

Twinned Book 1: Commit to the Kick

Aftermath 1

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Alaric wakes into deep warmth and the heavy solidity of a body sprawled half on top of him, tangled skin to skin. He inhales and tastes Chris’s scent on the air, mixed with his own, as he blinks into the early sunlight that spills into the room.

For just a moment, the whole world sharpens into bright, terrifying focus; Alaric’s heart thuds once, then feels like it stops. Skips.

Fuck.

What if he’s fucked everything up?

Alaric tries to slide out of the bed, and Chris murmurs something. “Need to pee,” Alaric mutters, and Chris rolls over, wraps himself in the blankets as he faces the wall.

Alaric stands up the moment he’s free.

He yanks on sweats and a t-shirt, throws on a hoodie and searches for socks and sneakers. He tiptoes down the stairs; he can hear other heartbeats in the house now. Lewis came back sometime during the night, and a few others that Alaric can’t identify other than as familiar. When he steps out and closes the door without anyone waking, he finally breathes easily.

It’s a short run to Teas Please, and it does nothing to clear his head. It’s early, but there are already cars on the road, and he’s surprised how busy it is on the Friday of a long holiday weekend. Alaric waits at the front for someone to notice him, his hood up and hands shoved deep in the pockets. Nate walks by and stops a few steps past, turns slowly as his brows furrow.

“Where’s Chris?” Nate asks. He grabs a menu and motions for Alaric to follow into the back. They end up in an unfamiliar corner, populated primarily by tables for two. Everyone seems too awake and too cheerful for Alaric, and he grumbles and sinks into his chair with his back to the wall.

“Still asleep,” Alaric mutters, flushing at the thought of waking up that morning.

“You should probably let him know where you’re sitting, since it isn’t the usual corner.” Nate taps the table. “You want to bother with the menu, or should I just go get you something?”

Alaric isn’t in the mood to make decisions. He grunts softly and shoves the menu back at Nate, glad when he walks away without another question. Alaric pulls his phone out, lays it on the table as he opens up his last conversation with Chris.

Didn’t want to wake you. Went to Teas Please.

He hits send and turns his phone over, leaves it facing down on the table. It’s warm enough inside that he pushes his hood back first, then after a few minutes unzips the hoodie and drops it on the back of his chair. He catches someone looking at his PHU Football t-shirt, raises an eyebrow and waits to see if they say something; eventually they look away, back to their conversation.

“Here.” Nate puts down the pot of ginger tea along with two cups, and a crêpe filled with eggs, ham, smoky cheese, and spring onions. One more small plate offers a blueberry scone, crusted with sugar. “I’ll keep an eye out for Chris and bring something out when he gets here.”

Alaric narrows his gaze. “He’s still sleeping. He’s not coming to breakfast.”

“But you—” Nate cuts off, mouth snapping shut. “I’ll bring more tea if you need it, just signal, okay?”

It’s not quiet when he walks away, but at least no one’s talking directly to Alaric. He picks at his crêpe but leaves the tea, the scent of ginger pricking at his senses. It’s not that he’s not hungry. He just isn’t in the mood to eat.

He picks up the phone, flips it over, almost surprised that Chris hasn’t responded. Fuck. Just… fuck.

Alaric opens his texts again, finds his constant conversation with Rory. I think I fucked up.

Is it something you want to talk about?

Alaric huffs, not really sure about the answer to that. Probably not. Probably should.

Three dots, appearing and disappearing before the answer finally comes. Is this going to be the kind of thing I can actually help with, or should we get Thorne involved?

Alaric winces, because this is going to be awkward. Thorne would be better at it. Still not sure I actually want to talk about it.

A fresh group conversation pings from Thorne. What do you think you did, Alaric?

Still don’t want to actually talk about it.

You started it, Rory points out.

And then Rory got me involved. I’m awake, and it’s ridiculously early. Why are we up this early?

Mom’s making breakfast before Dad has to actually go to work. Dad’s still asleep.

Alaric can almost guess which Dad is which when Rory speaks, but it’s still confusing. So you’ got up this early for breakfast?

There’s a string of laughter emojis across the screen from Thorne.

The vegetarian food options in the dining halls are not ideal, Rory says. I am not missing a chance to have a good meal while I’m home. I am bringing back leftovers. If we had a large enough freezer, I could bring back enough to eat until it’s December break. If I trusted Thorne’s roommates, I’d use his freezer.

He doesn’t trust my roommates.

I got that impression, Alaric responds, smiling slightly.

“You look better,” Nate says, sliding into the chair across from him.

Alaric holds up the phone. “Rory and Thorne.” It chimes again, and Thorne’s message is stark on the screen.

If you need to talk about something, Alaric, you should talk about it.

His smile drops away. No, I’m fine. Just at Teas Please for breakfast. Nate stopped by to talk. I’ll text later.

Alaric turns the phone to silent and puts it face down on the table, pushing it into the corner.

“You usually eat faster than this,” Nate points out, drinking from the cup he has with him. “And you haven’t touched the tea. Not in the mood for the ginger?”

“It’s Chris’s flavor.” Alaric doesn’t figure he needs to say anything more than that. It’s not his choice. It’s good. He likes it. But it just reminds him of Chris.

“Did something happen between you two since you were here on Wednesday?” Nate asks, leaning his elbows on the table. “Personal question, I know, but honestly, you look like death warmed over and maybe you just need to talk. Get it off your chest. Rant to me, then go back and make up with him. Have fantastic make-up sex.”

Alaric flushes, skin heated darkly. “We didn’t fight, and we already had sex. And I think it fucked everything up.”

“Wait. What?” Nate sits back again, arms crossed. “You mean you two weren’t already together? I thought this was your standard date location. You’re always here together.”

“We’re friends,” Alaric points out, gestures at the general population. “Not everyone who comes here together is dating.”

“Not everyone who comes here together sits in each other’s pockets,” Nate counters. “Or looks at you the way Chris does.”

That thought sends a chill down Alaric’s spine, that Chris could be harmed by this. Hurt by Alaric taking what he needed and not giving back what Chris needs. Fuck. “We weren’t together,” Alaric says flatly. “And I don’t want to talk about it, because I’ve already fucked shit up enough. I don’t need any more reminders about it.” He picks up the scone, breaks off a piece and shoves it in his mouth. The blueberry flavor explodes across his tongue, chased by the sweetness of the sugar crystals; when he picks up the tea to wash it down, the flavors meld and it’s striking but pleasant.

He closes his eyes for a moment; Nate’s still there when he opens them. “Why are you here?”

“Here?” Nate taps the table. “You looked like you could use some company, so I took my fifteen and sat down. Since you’re eating now, I think it worked.” He motions at the restaurant. “In general? I live in the area and I’d rather have the money from working the early shift on Black Friday than have to be home with my dad.”

“Don’t get along?” That’s something Alaric can commiserate on. “Went home for dinner yesterday, argued with mine and came back before dinner started.”

Nate makes a face. “Ouch. Sorry. Mine wouldn’t argue with me. He’d have to notice me to do that, and honestly, since I was about thirteen, he hasn’t really paid much attention. Which has its advantages and disadvantages. He didn’t care what I did after I got my license. As long as I’m in college, he just signs the checks and lets me go. But it’s not like he actually cares about anything, either. If I yelled, he’d probably just turn his back and do something else.”

Frustration and resignation in his scent; Nate’s shoulders slump.

“‘M’sorry your dad’s a dick,” Alaric mutters, and Nate laughs at that, surprised.

“Same,” Nate says quietly. “Is that why you started playing football? To get away from your dad?”

Alaric shakes his head. “’S’what pissed him off in the first place. It’s not a Clan thing—we don’t do organized sports. Don’t involve ourselves with humans. Could get them hurt, it could rebound back on us.”

“Like what happened in the opener,” Nate says, and Alaric nods.

“Yeah. Like that.” His stomach rumbles, and he cuts off a bite of the crêpe, taking the time to chew before speaking. “But I fucking love football. Don’t give a shit what my father thinks about it. Why? D’you do something to get away from your father?”

“Not exactly.” Nate drinks again, sets down the glass as he makes a face. “I started running with my mom when I was little. Everything changed when she left and I just kept running. Dad was distant, and mom was gone, and it felt like if I kept running, maybe I’d catch up with her. Which I never did. But it got me a scholarship to PHU, which is good, and it keeps me busy. The whole world falls away when I’m running.” He cocks his head, considering. “The indoor season’s just starting, if you want something else to do over winter. Or in the spring. I run year round—I’m a long distance runner, so it’s everything from cross country to the 10,000.”

Alaric shakes his head, digging into the crêpe. He’s finally making headway, eating while Nate distracts him. “I don’t want to run more than I have to for football. That’s not what I love about it. You want someone who runs, talk to Dax.”

“I might.”

Alaric catches the scent a moment before he spots Chris weaving through the restaurant, heading in their direction. His nostrils flare, and he goes still, setting the fork down carefully.

“Hm?” Nate turns, rises in a fluid motion. “That’s my cue to go get another pot of the ginger tea, and another crêpe, unless you want something different?” He glances at Alaric.

“Do I need to pull up another chair?” Chris asks, his hand on the back of the chair Nate just vacated.

“Just coming off break,” Nate says. “Don’t worry, I’m not stealing your boyfriend.” He pats Chris’s shoulder. “I’ll be back with your breakfast shortly.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Chris pulls out the chair, sinks into the seat. “And I like the booths on the other side better.”

“Come at a time when we aren’t full of hungry shoppers who’ve already been hunting Black Friday deals for hours and are just taking a break for breakfast,” Nate mutters. “It’ll be quieter later. On the other hand, the tips are good.”

Chris’s feet bump Alaric’s under the table, squeezed in as close as they are. Alaric nudges the other half of his scone across the table, and Chris picks it up, takes a bite. “You okay?” Chris asks.

“Guess that depends,” Alaric says quietly. “Did I fuck everything up?”

Chris raises his eyebrows. “No? Why would you think you did? It wasn’t the boyfriend comment, was it?”

Alaric shakes his head quickly. “Fuck, no, that’s fine. We’re not, and you’re not. I just… you….” He waves a hand at Chris. “We’re friends.”

“Exactly.” Chris nudges him under the table. “We talked about this last night, Ric. We’re friends, and that’s not changing. I don’t regret it, if that’s what you’re worried about. Do you?”

“Fuck no.” Alaric exhales loudly. “It was good. I feel better.”

“Then we’re fine.” Chris turns, looks out across the room. “Did Nate say he was bringing me breakfast before I ordered?”

Alaric still has half a crêpe on his plate, so he nudges it across the table. “Here. Whatever he brings back, we’ll share. You already finished my scone.”

He can breathe more easily now, and as Chris digs into the crêpe, Alaric reaches for his phone. He opens the conversation with Rory and Thorne and sends one last text.

Everything’s fine.

When Chris brings up the topic of college bowl games to watch, Alaric falls easily into the conversation. It sounds like a good way to spend the day, lounging on the couch back at OPT, watching football with a friend.

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So my friend @elianadiana1106 is known to say some weird things. Here are 200 of them:

1. Snow be gonner 2. Cars are weird. Its like a room full of couches that moves. 3. Ok. But what are mailboxes. Its like. A mailbox is a box that humans that dont know you will send you stuff. And its socially unacceptable to open someone elses box but why?WHY WHY IS THAT? WHY IS IT UNACCEPTABLE TO OPEN SOMEONE ELSES BOX? 4. Names. Are a random selection of words. Like hannah. Ellie. Alicia. Why alicia. Why. 5. When i was little i was scared of fences. 6. One time isa was chasing me with a toad i named him fred and she made me hold him and if i didnt shed make him pee on me. 7. Lockers are tiny closets 8. Why arent electronic library cards a thing yet 9. Sometimes i wonder what life would be like without cupcakes and i cry 10. Scary guys scare me 11. You know what should be illegal? Pinapple on pizza. 12. What are houses. Theyre like caves but not. 13. Bears are scary. Theyre like giant dogs with teeth and claws. 14. It was a car except it wasnt a car. 15. Not that i know what a crying cat sounds like 16. *puts glasses in mouth* *bites down* ow 17. Whats a brain tho. Its like a box but its not a box. Its an oval. And it has all of your memories and your conscience in it and if you hit it too hard you do. 18. What is the purpose of eyebrows. I dont see an actual use for them except making sure they are on fleek. 19. I was in my living room and then my brother came in and punched me. 20. Why do people have hair. Does it protect them from being cold or something 21. What if there are aliens on earth but they look just like look just like humans so we cant differentiate 22. Why do colors clash. Why do some colors look good together and others dont. What if my red is your blue. 23. What happens if someone eats a phone 24. *sings veggie tales song* that reminds me of swedish men 25. Is that a trampoline?? Oh wait no thats my reflection nevermind 26. Glasses are like hey whats up i cant see anything so let me just put up this piece of glass in front of my eye so i can see. And tadaah the glasses were born 27. *looks out the window* Oh hey such niceness 28. *hits her head on the window* im a mess *hits her head on bus seat* owwwwww 29. Someone is calling my name *looks up* is it you god?? 30. Look its my favorite emoji because it reminds me of a gorilla (shes talking about this one>😤) 31. Bushes are like baby trees except they dont grow up 32. Speaking of scarring, The lion king made me cry 33. Why do people wear bright colored bookbags 34. Windows are like eyes into the home 35. Im twelve. Oh wait i lied no im thirteen. 36. I know how to Karate 37. Look im wearing fuzzy. Theyre the best of all pants. No other pants can compare 38. *is talking to Isa through a door* Well if yuh wanna talk to me, just pick the lock. Cuz apparently, you can do that 39. Mom wants me and mom is above you 40. I like busses. Theyre like catterpillars. Theyre long and they roll along 41. What if my chin had eyes 42. What id your eyes were your nostrils and your nostrils were your eyes 43. Im short. Kinda like a pudgy cupcake 44. Pigs are like cows except they give out milk. 45. Shut up and pretend im smart 46. Shut up and let me talk 47. *discusses the possibilities of rainbow snow* rain snow. Its like rainbow but its. Its smart appreciate it. 48. Help i need life alert 49. I rip out my hair for fun sometimes 50. Im pretty sure shes austrian. I dont know why. Just. Austrian. 51. Is this cold. *touches it* Oh yes very cold. 52. I know everything 53. Have you ever been a murder gorilla before? 54. Blue raspberry isnt even a thing. What are they feeding us?! 55. One time i ate a cat. But i didnt like it very much 56. I need to think of something funny to say. Becuase i like to make things funny. 57. So garbage cans are like portable dumpsters 58. What if theres a dimension where instead of there being people and it snowing, theres snow people and it rains flesh 59. Dying wasnt on my bucket list 60. so YOURE the one who ate MY pudding cup 61. Why are they called mason jars. Did mason design them? WHOS MASON? They should be called ellie jars. We all know that ellie is way better than mason 62. Where was the lightbulb invented 63. BEFORE you say anything. Do you remember Pinky Dinky Doo 64. Its like a freakin blueberry with a face 65. Dont bite your friends *sings* “Dont. Dont. Dont bite your friends” 66. I should be doing homework but instead im watching Yo Gabbah Gabbah 67. *sings the backyardigans theme song* 68. *sings the veggie tales theme song* 69. Do you remember junior the asparagus *starts singing moana* 70. So if i owned a pinetree, could i call it minetree 71. Red pandas are better than dolphins 72. *lydia starts talking* IS THAT YOU GOD 73. What if the firemen start the fires to keep them employed 74. Tic tac toe, pick one. One of them have to die. 75. Does derp and snerp rhyme 76. *touches nose to my phone* nose phone 77. Singing. Its just like stairs. I get out of breath. 78. One time i had a dream that i had to slay a dragon. It killed me. 79. One time i was walking my grandmas dog and a cat attacked me. 80. Are hearing aids glasses for the ears 81. Whats the difference between right twix and left twix 82. HEY LOOK THERES A DUCKY 83. Morgan is a russian spy? 84. What if you could take your eye out and see into someones soul? 85. Can fish drown? Like can they drown on air? 86. I had a dream where Logan got stabbed last night? 87. FIRE HYDRANT! 88. lions? I dont have any lions 89. Cinderella can go dig a hole and die in it 90. Thats sooooo ugly. Cinderella can wear it 91. I dont even like orange soda but i drink it because its sugar and i LOVEEEEEEE sugar 92. Oh no sweety those shoes do not go with that dress, unless youre Cinderella 93. I have a burning hatred for Cinderella 94. WHAT THE HECK IS– oh its me 95. Its time to listen to MY songs. Buckle up buddy. 96. If i was an animal i would be an irrawaddy dolphin. I am. An iraqaddy dolphin 97. Im DONE with this long hair. Im cutting it off. 98. Have you heard me sing? Thats not the sound of potential. Thats the sound of death 99. If you had a girl child what would you name her (i say i dont know). Youre right. Lily is a great name 100. HANDSTAND. No wait i cant do it i will break my neck 101. *makes the verbal sound for: “GAHSBXICIWOEBDKDIQ” * 102. Did someone say bork 103. What if four wasnt a number 104. *sings*: NOW YOU KNOWWWW WITH ELLIE YOUR DAILY INFORMATIONAL THING. YEAH. 105. Some people. Theyre like walls. 106. I didnt know its body fell off. Somebody shouldve given me a heads up. 107. *reads: I like trees* he better stay away from minetre 108. It feels like a worm entering my ear 109. I give up 110. You know how carter has 753 pens in his sock? That really SOCKS for him. Ha. Ha. Ha. 111. MAKE ME. oh wait you cant cuz youre on the other side of a locked door 112. SENTIENT TACOS ARE EVERYWHERE AND THEY WATCH YOU. 113. SENTIENT WALLS. I HAVE FOUR OF THEM. 114. I had a dream that i killed a man 115. Its just a wallet. His name is walley. NO ITS A SENTIENT WALLET. that makes cents HA HA ha. Ha. That was good 116. I look like a naked mole rat 117. How did different kinds of birds come to be different 118. Hes a manager. Hes really good at managing things. And apparently hes a certified scuba diver 119. I kill at wii baseball ‘kay 120. The Miis creep me out like hey im the mini you living in the screen 121. Im single and i know it 122. The next dude who comes near me i will punch him in yhe throat. I will conventiently make sure its seamus 123. NO. THERES BUBBLE WRAP BUT ITS TAPED TO THE INSIDE SO I CANT POP IT EFFICIENTLY 124. Its like waves… but its not but it is 125. *phone buzzes* SHUT UP 126. A stylis. Its like a pencil for you phone 127. SO MANY SCREEN PROTECTORS 128. Go buy some new jeans. You dont need SCISSORS SARAH. 129. My friends say im weird. But i dont really think im weird you know. 130. Hes so tall. Hes like a freakin giraffe. Hows the air up there buddy? 131. Why the heck and i cutting holes in perfectly good jeans. I dont even like jeans. 132. I have 67 cats at home 133. What did cave people paint with? Their blood? 134. dude it’s the perfect weather to play tornado in 135. MIKE WAZOWSKI 136. Grass. Its like tini miniature trees. Im not wrong. Broccoli is a mini forrest 137. Seamus has an empty cardboard box in his room and i stole it and made it into a spaceship 138. That girl looks like me. She just want “agh” and just. Same. 139. The blankies name is dora. Dont ask why. Not my blankie tho. My blankies name is blue. I slipped on dora when i had my laptop in my lap. 140. Cinderella deserves nothing. 141. Morgan is a russian spy 142. LOOK ITS AN OLD GUY. i bet he has three dead bodies in his basement 143. A flute. You can shove it down their neck. And when their wheezing for breath beautiful melodies come out 144. The ninjas house is a bit further down. 145. Its like somewhere over the rainbow 146. I was just singing the entire soundtrack because why not. 147. Why do cars come in different colors? But the same inside colors? 148. Is it spelled nartz or narts 149. These people on my street painted their house mustard yellow and I don’t like it 150. How dis clowning start. Like hey lets paint our faces paint and put on red noses and see if children cry. I cried. I cried very hard. 151. Reich rhymes with branch 152. Cinderella deserves nothig but death 153. What if george washington IS THE WALLS? 154. The bus driver starts the bus before i sat down and i almost fell on my face. Lets face it that wasnt very nice of him. HA ha ha… 155. Jail backwards is laij 156. Do i confuse you more than math because nothing confuses me more than math 157. *rants about lotion* *cries* 158. The pogo is a no-go 159. I forget that i tell people things and im suprised when they already know, like how. Did you read my mind? 160. OH I HAD THIS DREAM. It was an animal apocalypse and they broke my glasses and I woke up mad and confused as to why I couldn’t see. 161. I think that in the alphabetical world, that c and s are rivals 162. Is a sticker still a sticker if it loses its stick 163. Stickers can go a die in a hole with Cinderella 164. Do you think the ocean is just salty because the beach never waves back? 165. Hey look its Mr. Testa. Dont testa me. HA. ha..haha 166. I want to go to sweden to see if they have swedish fish factories 167. Doesnt Switzerland make pretzels? Or is that Germany? 168. What if the sky is purple… 169. Me: *sends ellie a photo of an owl saying hello friend* ellie: WHOO ME?! haha get it… I’m making owl puns? What a hoot! 170. Ha ha… man i made this *send photo of hawk* Hawkward… 171. i see you are not *send photo of emu* EMUSED. 172. I get it, my puns are…fowl. Fowl. Did that send twice? Oh whale, i did it on porpoise. 173. What did the ocean say to the beach? Nothing it just waved. Did you sea what i did there? Im shore you did. 174. I almost ran into my wood bed. That woodn’t be fun now wood it 175. Im eating a bagel. Bagels? More like Bae Goals 176. Shea broke and 'unbreakable bowl’. Its unbowlievable 177. I just made up an 'under the sea’ parody about chocolate milk. Help me. 178. What did the grape say when he got stepped on? Nothing. He just let out a little wine 179. I think there is a monster under my bed 180. *draws a cherry* I thought it was a berry good drawing 181. I think of eyebrows as two countries. Unibrows unite them. 182. Im hanging out with sally right now (her imaginary friend who is homicidal) 183. I WILL WALK THERE WITH DETERMINATION AND GET TO MY DESTINATION TO FINISH YOUR EXTERMINATION. I WILL GO TO MURDER NATION 184. Ya know when spies do a little camp thing to catch the bad dude 185. Newspaper is so confusing. Its like a thousand tiny paper books. Im trying to read it but is not helping me 186. *talking about the origin of pretzels*but whose the mother country that was like “hey lets make some dough wrap like this then sprinkle some salt then how bout some mustard”. Like who did that. it couldn’t been a collaboration of countries. did they hold a world meeting to think of new foods 187. Where the heck did cake come from. Apparently the Greeks invented cake, but according to food historians the ancient Egyptians invented cake 188. Hey my family just decided that our new safe word is 'Oklahoma’ 189. I am certain that food historian is a real job 190. So apparently not all Catholic Churches have their sermons in Spanish 191. But apparently the actual Purple Heart is in Orlando 192. Apparently my friend Amanda almost pet a manatee today 193. THE PIZZA PLACE STOLE OUR PIZZA. I THINK. WE ORDERED PIZZA MUCH TIME AGO AND IT ISNT HERE YET 194. I was watching a show called Room on the Broom but it wasn’t very good 195. AND ARE STORES CALLED STORES BC YOU STORE FOOD THERE? OR IS IT CALLED A STORE BC YOU GET FOOD FROM THERE TO TAKE HOME AND STORE YOURSELF?? 196. aRGG I JUST GOT TOOTHPASTE IN MY EYE 197. I hate snow white almost as much as i hate cinderella 198. I should get a star on the hollywood floor 199. There’s a ladder on your roof, you should get that checked out 200. I have ice cream. aaaand I walked into a wall

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Zero - Who was your last text from? jack  One - What/who is your icon? the alien emoji lol Two- Your relationship status? taken :) Three - Have you ever lost a close friend? yeh, not to death or anything like Four - What is your current mood? p good just rly miss jack n am a bit emotional  Five - What’s your brother(s)/sister(s)names? liz

Six - Where do you wish you were right now? with jack :(( Seven - Have a crazy side? idk probs Eight - Ever had a near death experience? nah Nine- Something you do a lot? complain Ten - Angry at anyone? nope Eleven - What’s stopping you from going for the person you like ? nothing - i’m w/ him already Twelve - When was the last time you cried? like ten mins ago at the end of shrek forever after hahahaah was fucking bawling Thirteen- What are you really good at ? overthinking

Fourteen - What do you think about when you are falling asleep? jack Fifteen- What were you doing yesterday at 10pm? watching hsm n getting pissed lol

Sixteen - Do you prefer light or dark hair on the opposite sex ? dark probs Seventeen - Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? jack  Eighteen - What is/are your favorite band(s)? . idk there’s many, atm i mostly listen to the smiths, courteeners, oasis, the kooks & the stone roses tbh

Nineteen - What are you doing right now? this n listening to music Twenty - Who do you trust 100% right now? jen, kt & jack probs Twenty one - Where did you get the shirt you are wearing? was my dad’s time ago Twenty two - Heavy metal music? not a huge fan tbh Twenty three- Who was the last person you hugged? dad Twenty four- Is there anything you’re hiding from someone? i don’t think so Twenty five - Who are you thinking of right now? jack  Twenty six - What should you be doing right now? nothing tbh Twenty seven - What are you listening to? jason mraz - i’m yours lol Twenty eight - You need new jeans. Quick where do you go? i have many pairs so i don’t think i’d need any quickly, but topshop Twenty nine - Who was the last person who yelled at you? idk, liz?? Thirty - Do you act differently around the person you like? no Thirty one - What is your eye color? brown Thirty two - Who was the last person to make you laugh? Dad or brother prob. Thirty three - Who was the last person to make you angry? Idk. Thirty four - Hello Kitty or dora? hello kitty for the aesthetic lol Thirty five - Is your hair naturally curly or straight? somewhere in between Thirty six - Hug anyone of opposite sex in past 24 hours? yeh my dad Thirty seven - One thing you want right now? to see jack 

Thirty eight - Will you fall in love in the next few months? I think I am already Thirty nine - What does the 5th text in your inbox say? "okay sounds good”

Forty - Are you worried about the future? yep Forty one - Are you happy with life right now? not completely happy, but 100000x happier than i was  Forty two - Are you currently jealous? nah Forty three – Who’s your best guy friend? jack? i know he’s my boy friend but like he’s my best guy friend too lol Forty four -Do you forgive or forget? idk Forty five - What do you miss the most about elementary school? less worries 

Forty six - Favorite Disney Channel show ? idk wizards of waverly place or smth Forty seven – Who’s 3 of your best girl friends? jenny, kt and liz  Forty Eight - What are you looking forward to? seeing jack Forty nine - Does anyone like you right now? yes Fifty- Lyrics to the song you’re listening to? now that you’re mine, we’ll find a way of chasing the suuunn...

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The 2017 Hot List: InStyle's Annual Rising Stars Portfolio Of The Names You Need To Know

Bill Milner

Age: 21

Originally from… Surrey, UK

You’ll recognise him… as that kid in the hilarious Son of Rambow (Bill was only 12 when he landed the role) He’s since gone onto to star in X-Men: First Class and Anthropoid plus this month makes his Netflix debut alongside Maisie Williams in iBoy, the streaming service’s first movie based on Kevin Brooks’s 2010 young adult novel, about a teenager who gains iPhone -related superpowers.

Can you remember what the first VHS or DVD you bought?

When I was 13 or 14 years old I started watching films properly. My friend and I were obsessed with Christopher Nolan’s Batman. That one of the first times I realised films could have a deeper kind of story and started to notice the difference between huge blockbusters and Indie.

Do you think Netflix is starting a whole new genre?

Yeah, the consumer is so different now. It’s given us a great opportunity for long-form storytelling. People kind of think it’s ‘binging’ if you watch three episodes on television but really that’s like 2-3 hours, that’s a film! And if you do that a few nights in a row you’ve watched like 9 hours of a story and you are really following the characters. I would rather prefer an opportunity to do a series to really get in deep with the character. That’s more exciting!

What was it like making iBoy?

I was surprised how much more creative control Netflix give. They were quite happy for us to do what we wanted with regards to how far we took the language and how dark we wanted it to be.

Do you think you’re going to recognized a lot more because of its reach?

Hmmm maybe. It’s exciting that it’s always going to be online. Like in ten years time people could still be stumbling across it.

What word do you always overuse?

Well I know that in interviews a lot of actors use word “exciting” which I’m guilty of too. Like ‘I’m excited to work with them’ and ‘this is a really exciting project!’ Everything is always ‘exciting.’

What was the last lie you told?

I’m much of a liar really. If I have to lie…hmmm I actually just avoid it. Like if someone says: ‘Oh are you free this week?’ and I just don’t want to see them I just don’t text them back. It’s avoiding but also I’m being honest.

Tell us your signature cocktail?

Whiskey sours. I made them last night. My top tip? Don’t use pre-squeezed lemon juice, you have to squeeze the lemons yourself. I know it’s long but it make a big difference.

Your top three most used emojis?

That laughy-cry one. A heart. And the nail paint, for when you want to just snap someone out.

Pearl Mackie

Age: 29

Originally from… London

You’ll recognize her from… West End hit The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time and BBC’s daytime soap Doctors. But you’re going to be seeing way more of her in 2017 when she makes her Doctor Who debut as Peter Capaldi’s companion.

Was acting always the career plan?

Always! Apparently when I was five my mum was washing my hair on a Sunday night before school in front of Saint Louis. Judy Garland was singing the trolley song and I turned to my mum and said I want to do that.

Where were you when you got the Doctor Who call to say you’d got it?

At home with my housemate. The whole process was mad. At the recall I read with Peter and it was all really hush hush, the whole process was like being in M15. Then my agent called me to tell me I got it. There were tears. I had to call her back and say ‘look I’ve imagined that moment a lot so please can you tell me it did actually happen!’

Have you met any fans yet?

They’re incredible. I went to Comic Con in New York and there was a girl dressed exactly like me. The trailer I appear in is only two minutes long but she had really nailed it.

Has anyone given you any good advice?

On my first day of filming Jenna Coleman sent me a bunch of flowers with a note saying that I didn’t need any advice but if she was to tell me anything it would be something that Karen has passed onto her. And that was to tell me not to eat the faggots in the canteen. They had them on the menu the other day and I was like no way!

How do you feel about Peter leaving?

I’m so sad but I’m just happy I got to work with him. He’s such a generous actor. I’m very new to camera acting and all the technical stuff and he will always check if I’m ok. We really get into the scenes and he’s very open to my opinions.

Your go-to karaoke song?

Journey’s Don't Stop Believing. That’s embarrassing.

Word or phrase you overuse?

Literally. I literally use it all the time.

Trait you value most in your friends?

Honesty. Even if I look like shit I’d rather you’d tell me.

Monday motivation?

I love those quotes on Instagram. Mine would be ‘This too shall pass.’ It’s not always going to be Monday. Just get up and go.

Go to cocktail?

I’m a classic gin and tonic gal. I love a Hendricks with a slice of cucumber.

Blake Harrison

Age: 21

Originally from… London

You’ll recognise him from… The Inbetweeners, where Blake played the hilarious dopey Neil for seven years and last year starred alongside Catherine Zeta Jones and Bill Nighy in the cinematic remake of Dad’s Army. Next up he’s swapping comedy for drama taking on roles in ITV’s Prime Suspect prequel Tennison and BBC thriller Trust Me.

Do you still get lots of people stopping you in the street and asking you to do Neil impressions from the Inbetweeners?

There’s a lot. But you know, that’s just the test of the time. I can’t knock it, it’s just is what it is.

Was it hard to avoid being typecast?

Some people are so into the show that they are quite disappointed when they realize you’re not quite that character. But I feel quite lucky with my next roles. In Tennison I play a hot-tempered police officer in the 70s. And in Trust Me I play a recovering alcoholic. That’s really the fun of acting, playing a variety of roles with different types of people.

And now you’re venturing into directing too?

My lovely wife wrote a play and I thought I’d love to make it into a short film. Directing was always something I had in mind but I’m just starting and quickly learning that there is a lot more to it than I originally thought. The note sessions with my wife are interesting too!!

What’s your signature cocktail?

We had Christmas party last year and I made eggnog for the first time and it was delicious. I just followed a recipe off the Internet. It went down incredibly well. That was a real surprise for everyone involved.

What’s the most romantic thing your wife has done for you?

She tried to throw a surprise party for me but she was really rubbish at keeping it a secret. But she tried and that was romantic. I did something really great for our proposal. I made our mutual friend pretend to book a holiday to Paris and then tell us they couldn’t go so did we want the tickets. Then I got my parents involved so when my wife called them to ask them to look after our daughter they were like ‘Oh this is very last minute…’ When we got to Paris I got down on one knee outside the Sacre-Coeur. She was totally shocked.

What are the most used emoji you’ve got?

I don’t like using them. At my age I slightly missed them. But I sometimes use the monkey covering his eyes. Maybe my vocabulary is too small but I can’t think of something that describes the monkey covering its eyes in just one word.

Tom Bateman

Age: 28

Originally from… Oxford, UK

You’ll recognise him… as the violent table-smashing Robert Jekyll in ITV’s Jekyll and Hyde and as a handsome and hilarious Shakespeare in the stage adaption of Tom Stoppard’s Shakespeare In Love. Next up you’ll see him playing Amy Schumer’s love interest in Snatched and he stars as Bouc in the 2017 version of Murder On The Orient Express alongside Johnny Depp.

So was acting always the plan?

I grew up in Oxford, that’s where my fake posh accent comes from! I wanted to be a thousand different things but I didn’t have the commitment to do any of them. But my family is all very creative so it stems from there. I’ve got thirteen siblings!

Hang on, what?

I’ve got a twin, we’re not identical but my baby brother actually really looks like me. And then there are 10 others. Some are half siblings.

What do they think of your career?

I come from a very modest background so when I told my parents they said: ‘We can’t support you but chase what makes you happy.’ I think that is good advice. They were very happy that I found something that I loved doing for living.

You’ve come straight to tonight’s party from the set of Murder On The Orient Express. What’s it like?

Stunning! Before Christmas we were filming on a 70ft high mountain range. All the action takes place on and around the train. My character Bouc owns the train and is Poirot’s best friend. I help him in solving the case.

You’re working with some pretty impressive co-stars?

It’s like Hollywood royalty. We’ve got like Derek Jacobi, Judi Dench, Olivia Colman, and then there’s Johnny Depp, Daisy Ridley and Penelope Cruz too. So it’s basically everyone! I had to do a scene which was a speech in front of the whole cast and I said ‘this is like being at the at Oscars.’

In Snatched you star alongside Amy Schumer. Is she as hilarious IRL?

She is great! She is absolutely hugely intelligent and also very sensitive. A real laughing person to those around her. But she is actually quite shy if you really get to know her.

Has a co-star ever given you good advice?

You learn by seeing. Working with Judi Dench, I mean she is heaven on Earth. The way she treats people as well as acts, you think this is who I aspire to be.

What’s your go-to karaoke song?

I once won a competition once with Easy – Commodores.

What word or phrase do you overuse?

Probably ‘Lots of love.’ I say it to everyone!

What’s your go-to cocktail?

A Negroni. Go big or go home! And it’s the only one I can make.

Most used emojis?

I genuinely don’t know what those are. Are they like smiley faces? I don’t use those. I think they’re shortcuts and awful. I don’t really text, I like phone calls.

So you’re not into social media either?

No f**k that. I was and felt like I was selling my soul. I mean do we really need to see photos of what people are eating for breakfast?

From left – right: Sacha Dhawan, Rory Fleck-Byrne and Scott Arthur

Sacha Dhawan

Age: 33

Originally from… Stockport

You’ll know him from… 24: His big James Bond moment in Live Another Day, as well as gritty crime drama Line of Duty, and the period drama for fashionistas Mr. Selfridge

When did you first describe yourself as an actor?

I used to tap dance when I was a kid and the teacher said to my parents, ‘ His tap dancing’s not bad but he should really go into performing.’ She set me up with an agent in Manchester and soon after I was cast in a children’s series, Out of Sight, at the age of 12. So around about then, I guess.

Does the acting bug run in the family?

No but both of my parents are singers. My Dad is huge fan of Elvis so he sings and my Mum is a beautiful Indian singer. They’ve got more confidence to get up in front of the family than me. Because I’m an actor, they’re always trying to get me to do a monologue. I’m, like, guys, no WAY.

What was the first VHS/ DVD you bought?

Making Michael Jackson’s Thriller by Douglas Kirkland and also – this is really embarrassing – Dirty Dancing. Me and my sister used to watch it on endless repeat.

Have you ever had any on-set disasters?

Sometimes you think you’re invincible and, one time, I had to throw a guy over my shoulder. The producer said, ‘We’ll get you a double,’ but I was insistent on doing it myself. And then I went and dislocated my shoulder.

What’s your go-to karaoke song?

Summer Nights from the Grease soundtrack. I might even put it on Spotify on the way home.

What word or phrase do you overuse the most?

'Imagination’ and ‘mate.’ I call guys and girls ‘mate.’ It's a northern thing.

You’ve got friends coming around for drinks. Tell us your signature cocktail.

Espresso Martinis to perk everyone up a bit. Or set them up for a fall.

What’s the most romantic thing someone has done for you in London?

For my thirtieth, my significant other told me we were just going out for dinner. But she’d booked a restaurant and invited all of my closest friends, which was amazing given that she’d never even met half of them. It was perfect.

Rory Fleck-Byrne

Age: 27 Originally from… Ireland

You’ll recognise him… from films including The Quiet Ones and Vampire Academy plus this year you’ll spot him starring alongside Pierce Brosnan in thriller The Foreigner.

What was the fist VHS you bought? I think it was the Lion King. I feel so sorry for adults that didn’t watch it during their childhood. It is like the Lion King is our Hamlet.

What’s been your worst on-set disaster?

When I was doing a fight exam for a role my sword broke so I had to keep styling it out. I was trying to put it back together but couldn’t. I ended up with a bit of blade in my bare hand. I think I can handle anything after that.

Has a co-star ever given you some good advice?

Pierce Brosnan. He is a very open, connected and grounded individual. He kept saying to me: ‘Stay open, live well, be good to yourself. It was more about how I looked after myself as opposed to my career or how I acted. Just watching him was a lesson in itself really.

What’s your Monday morning motivation motto?

I watch Meryl Streep making her speech at the Golden Globes. That kind of shit that will get you out of bed.

Tell us your signature cocktail recipe? A Negroni. And I have just tried a chocolate Negroni for the first time. You just add a bit of Mozart chocolate Liqueur. Some mixologists think it is wrong, but I am all about it.

What are your three most used emojis? The dancing senorita, peace and the concrete face. It is so random

Scott Arthur Age: 23

You’ll recognise him from… his big-screen debut alongside Jack O’Connell in the harrowing The Somnambulists, and last year played the lead in Bridgend, a drama that explored a mysterious real life suicide cluster that took place in Wales. Next up he joins Shia Labeouf in Borg Vs McEnroe, that looks at the epic 1980 Wimbledon final match.

What was the fist VHS/ DVD you bought? I spent my pocket money on Wayne’s World. I loved Mike Myers as a child. And I remember going to Blockbuster with my parents and I begged and begged for them to buy the Lion King, It is my favourite Disney movie by far.

Tell us about the best advice a co-star has given you? Shia LaBeouf said to me ‘Do what you want and don’t do anything else’, which is what Brad Pitt had told him. A lot of actors get told to do what ever is given to you, and as much as I think that is sound advice, I think you need to be more responsible and have your own ownership over what you do. Always do what your gut tells you, if your gut is saying no, get out of there. Your gut will always tell you what is the truth, what is real and good and what is bullshit. Don’t do any old shit because you will either end up hating it or yourself in it.

What’s your go-to karaoke song? I am quite alternative, I like doing women’s songs like the Beautiful South. And being Welsh, the Stereophonics. It gets the crowd going, not like there is ever a crowd!

What word or phrase do you overuse the most? In Wales we basically say the word ‘mun’ at the end of a sentence. So you would say something like ‘For god’s sake, mun’. It is Welsh colloquialism. I swear a lot as well which is quite bad, but I read something the other day that intelligent people like to swear a lot so…

What’s your Monday morning motivation?

I don’t have my phone by my bed any more. I have an alarm clock instead. So if I am not doing anything I will just sleep and wake up when I want to wake up. If I have got work my alarm goes off, I shower, and then I check my phone. Because of this day and age, we all wake up and check our phones but I was like I can’t do this any more. I struggle some times but I do it.

What’s your go to getting ready for a party song? If I am going to a club I quite like hip hop, maybe a little bit of Drake or Kanye West. Anything that has a good beat or base and makes you go ‘F**k yeah I am loving this’.

Hermione Corfield Age: 23 Originally from… London You’ll know her from… Mission: Impossible – Rogue Nation with Tom Cruise, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies plus war TV drama The Halcyon. This year she stars in xXx: Return of Xander Cage alongside Vin Diesel, and King Arthur: Legend of the Sword, directed by Guy Ritchie.

What was the first VHS/DVD you bought? I was given Top Cat in my Christmas stocking when I was four years old. However, I remember I had actually wanted The Aristrocats but I just wrote on my list ‘the cat film’ so I ended up with Top Cat.

What has been your most challenging role? Playing Emma Garland in The Halcyon just due to the sheer volume of it. We filmed six days a week for five months. So stamina wise definitely that.

Have you ever had any funny on-set disasters? I have spilt coffee on myself multiple times. I’m always told to wear a dressing gown and don’t and then end up almost in tears saying ‘I am so so sorry I have done it again!’ And I corpse (film slang for spontaneous laughing) a lot as well. That is a big one for me!

What word or phrase do you overuse the most? ‘That’s it.’ I always say ‘that’s it.’ My friend from Wales is like where did you pick that up from it is so Welsh?

What’s your Monday morning motivation? Music. I just blast it on my speakers.

Tell us your signature cocktail recipe? I am quite good at making a mescal, lime coriander and chilli thing that I learnt in Mexico.

Eoin Macken

Age: 34

Originally from… Dublin

You’ll know him from… Sixteenth Century small screen romp The Tudors, TV fantasy series Merlin, and fast paced hospital drama The Night Shift

When did you first describe yourself as an ‘actor’

I still feel like I’m learning and becoming an actor. Make sense?

What was the first VHS/ DVD you bought?

The French film La Haine. I bought the special edition and I remember being very excited, because it was hard to get your hands on.

What’s been your most challenging role?

Killing Jesus with Kelsey Grammer, because I was playing Herod Antipas, an unlikeable character who put the thorns on Jesus’s head. It was my job to make the audience warm to him. I tried to understand him in terms of politics, how people are put in positions and you can’t always necessarily judge them.

Have you had any on-set accidents?

I cut up my wrist punching a window once. I was in character and I didn’t realise I’d actually sliced it open. I carried on filming when I really should have got it seen to. When I finally went to hospital the nurse had to reopen the wound and take the glass out. She gave me a big telling off.

What’s your go-to karaoke song?

Ice-Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice. It can’t really fail. People are genuinely amused even if you’re terrible.

What was the last lie you told?

That I’d be at this event in five minutes when I knew I was really half-an-hour away.

What word or phrase do you overuse the most?

You know?’ It’s in every other sentence.

What’s your Monday morning motivation?

Give me a pot of coffee with cinnamon and a newspaper on a Monday morning and I’m all set.

What’s your go-to getting ready for a party song?

Come Together by Primal Scream

You’ve got friends coming around for drinks. Tell us your signature cocktail.

Straight whisky. Then you know who you’re real friends are because they’ll drink it with you.

What are your top three most used emojis?

The smiley face with the wink, the one where the eyes look totally perplexed and the jazz hands. Usually all at once.

Patrick Gibson

Age: 21

Originally from… Ireland

You’ll recognise him from… The OA, where he plays the terrifying Steve Winchell, the deeply troubled bully who strikes up a friendship with Prairie played by Brit Marling. Next up he stars alongside Idris Elba and Abraham Lewis in Guerrilla plus he has landed the lead role The White Princess, the highly anticipated follow-up to historical drama series The White Queen

What was the first VHS/DVD you bought? Donny Darko. It is to this day one of my favourite films. I remember I got a portable DVD for Christmas, which I’d watch it on. That’s so weird because now you just watch it on your phone.

What’s been your most challenging role? Every role is in its own way is quite challenging, I feel like I am starting from scratch every time. It is always different approaching every character. The OA was tough in a lot of ways, physically but also emotionally which I didn’t realise at the time.

What about funny on-set disasters?

This probably doesn’t sound that funny, but in hindsight it is kind of. So there was a scene that we did in OA where I have my dog with me and I basically tell it to attack Prairie – which is Brit Marling’s character. One of the dogs was extra aggressive in real life and I was told not to say attack at the end of the scene because it really would attack. It was like a three-minute scene and we got really into it. At the end I shouted ‘Attack’ and it did. It really went for Brit. But luckily the dog was well trained enough that he stopped mid air.

What’s your go-to getting ready for a party song? It’s so corny. I didn’t even realise I was this cheesy…but it has got to be Drake. Any Drake tunes.

Tell us your signature cocktail recipe? I made mojitos for two years, not in my house but in an actual bar, so mojitos it has got to be.

What are your top three most used emojis? Without looking at my phone? The glitter stars one, the wave and the dancing girl in the red dress. Do you have a strategy for making it big or do you think it is all about luck? I don’t know if I want to make it big in the conventional sense of being a celebrity. My strategy is hopefully to always do work that I am genuinely passionate about and scripts that I really believe in. And to think if there was no money involved would you still want to do it.

Abraham Lewis Age: 21 Originally from…London You’ll recognise him from… How to Talk to Girls at Parties where he played the smooth talking Vic. Next up he stars alongside Idris Elba in Sky Atlantic political drama Guerilla.

What do your family make of your career choice?

When my mum who is an actor told my grandfather who is also an actor that I wanted to do acting too along with my sister he said ‘Oh fuck not another one!’ My dad is an actor too and he was quite cautious as knows how tough this industry is but they are all amazingly supportive now.

What has been your most challenging role? In Guerilla I play a heroin addict and had to loose 25 pounds in a month and a half to do it. And also the headspace of an addict is really weird so that left me feeling quite low at times.

What word or phrase do you overuse the most? I think everyone my age overuses the word ‘like’. I hate it when I use it.

What’s your Monday morning motivation? When I was going to the gym a lot for Guerilla I started watching these YouTube videos by a guy called The Hip Hop Preacher to motivate me. He is really cool.

Tell us your signature cocktail recipe? I used to be a cocktail waiter. I make a good Dark and Stormy.

What’s your go-to getting ready for a party song? Young Americans by David Bowie. What’s the most romantic thing someone has done for you in London? For our third date my girlfriend and I went to a David Hockney exhibition For my birthday she went back and got all of the postcards of all of his paintings then wrote quotes from all of my favourite people ever on the back of each one.

Lucy Boynton

Age: 23

Originally from… New York, raised in London

You’ll recognize her from… horror flicks The Blackcoat's Daughter and Don't Knock Twice plus Sing Street, where she totally won audiences over with her portrayal of the self-proclaimed model and main love interest Raphina. Next up is a major Netflix series Gypsy and blockbuster Murder On The Orient Express.

Like Tom (Bateman) you’ve come straight from the set of the Orient Express. What’s your character like?

I play Countess Andrenyi. She’s a Hungarian countess and ballerina. I get to wear some fantastic handmade 1930s costumes. It’s all very opulent and extravagant.

That sounds pretty different from the Netflix series Gyspy you’ve just wrapped in New York?

Definitely. That’s about a psychotherapist played by Naomi Watts who becomes too immersed in the lives of her patients. I play Alison, a drug addict. She is addicted to speed so I used to eat a lot of M&Ms for breakfast at 7am to portray that jiggy feeling and hysteria.

Did you read lots of books on psychology?

I did, I’ve always been interested in psychology and have taken classes. It helps with acting, like understanding people and why they are how they are.

Are you starting to get recognized more?

I’m what the industry call a ‘plain actor’. I have this thing where no one remembers me. Plus I’ve changed my hair colour a lot so I think that helps.

What word do you overuse?

I tend to refer to every one as ‘woman’ but that’s better than girls or hun right?

Favourite karaoke song?

I don’t do it. I’ll go and support my friends but that’s it. I’m a cheerer. I’ll holler!

Tell us your go-to cocktail?

Aperol spritz. Every single time. Even in winter.

What’s your Monday morning motivation?

I’m not a morning person. And at the moment my call time is 4am. So I just have to remind myself how much I love my job!

Alex Lawther

Age: 22

Originally from… Hampshire

You’ll know him from… Indie Brit flick, A Brilliant Young Mind, as well as The Imitation Game and the coltishly brilliant Black Mirror

When did you first describe yourself as an ‘actor?’

My first job was a play called South Downs at the Harold Pinter theatre in the West End and an actress in the cast turned to me and said, ‘Is this something you want to carry on doing?’ It was the first time someone had asked me that question and it made me realise that I did. Before that I never realised it was something that would pay my rent.

What was the first DVD you bought?

Matilda by Danny DeVito. My friend and I can quote pretty much every line from that film.

What has been your most challenging role?

I recently did an episode of Black Mirror (Shut Up and Dance) and played a very troubled person. Trying to understand someone who I don’t feel like I’ve got any connection otherwise was tricky. But when the script is good, it makes it easier.

Have you ever had any on-set disasters?

I did a film last year called Old Boys and the character I played spends all of his time falling into muddy water or tripping over and generally being quite miserable. My memory of it was being very wet and very cold.

What’s your go-to karaoke song?

Abatina by Calypso Rose. It’s got this wonderful Afro beat to it. I’m obsessed with it.

What word or phrase do you overuse the most?

'That’s very interesting.’ Because I find so many things SO interesting. My friends make fun of me and it’s become my catchphrase.

What trait do you value most in your friends?

Kindness. I like kind people. It’s so underrated.'

What’s your go-to getting ready for a party song?

Abatina by Calypso Rose!

You’ve got friends coming around for drinks? Tell us your signature cocktail.

A martini although I’m not sure how good I am.

What are your top three most used emojis?

The puppy, the alien face and the one of a camel. I use it as a private joke with a friend of mine.

From left – right: Arinzé Kene, Conor MacNeill and Rosie Day

Arinzé Kene Age: 29 Originally from: Lagos, Nigeria and raised in London You’ll recognise him from… The Pass opposite Russell Tovey, the Netflix series Crazyhead and this year spot him in the Shakespearean drama Some Sweet Oblivious Antidote

When did you first describe yourself as an actor? That hasn’t happened yet. I have what is called imposter syndrome. I kind of think one day someone is going to come knocking on my door and say ‘Hey man, you told everyone you are an actor, but you are just a normal bloke and you have somehow tricked everybody. The majority of the time I say to people I perform rather than saying I am an actor. It just feels weird coming out of my mouth.

What was the first VHS/DVD you bought? When I was young I looked older than I was. I remember buying a film called Crooklyn, by Spike Lee when I was blatantly only fourteen and should have been much older to be allowed to.

What was the last lie you told? On my way here the driver asked me ‘Are there a lot of famous people in there?’ and I said no, none at all. What word do you overuse the most? Absolutely. I say absolutely way too much. I only realised it the other day when I was writing an e-mail.

What’s your Monday morning motivation? Meditating. I do it every morning when I wake up. I mean if you have to take a piss then do it but get right in there with the meditating afterwards.

Conor MacNeill Age: 28 Originally from… County Antrim, Northern Ireland

You’ll recognise him from… The Fall plus Channel 4 comedy No Offence. He also wrote this year’s BAFTA nominated film The Party. Talk about multi-talented.

When did you first describe yourself as an actor?

When I was 18 years old I told my teachers that I wanted to be an actor and they were like ‘Oh that is a silly thing to want to do.’ So when I landed a theatre job while still doing my A-levels I turned to them and said ‘I’m now an actor.’

What was the first VHS you bought? Watership Down. And I loved it. Apparently to the point where my mum and dad were like: ‘If we have to watch Watership down one more time…’

Tell us about the best advice a co-star has given you? I worked with a theatre actress called Eleanor Methven who told me to never look at anyone else’s career because everyone’s career is different and to just concentrate on your own.

What has been your most challenging role? My character in The Fall was a schizophrenic with convulsive and delusional disorders. That was pretty hefty. For the role I did loads of research and watched a lot of documentaries about mental health and illnesses. I wanted to be really respectful to people who suffer from it too. So I felt a lot of pressure with that.

What word or phrase do you overuse the most? Class, which is a Belfast word for brilliant. I use ‘That’s class’ all the time.

What’s your Monday morning motivation?

I just think you have got to get paid don’t you? And actually, I love the shower. If I can bring myself to shower I will spend ages in there, and a good song in the shower to listen to. That will get you going.

What is the most romantic thing someone has done for you in London? Surprised me by flying in from New York.

Rosie Day

Age: 22

Originally from… Cambridge

You’ll know her from… Granchester, Homefront, The Seasoning Hour

When did you first describe yourself as an ‘actor’?

When I was 11 I was in a kids show called Hope and Glory. I probably rather precociously said it to a teacher.

Does the acting bug run in the family?

My sister did it when she was younger and that’s how I found my way into it. But before that, never.

What do your family make of it as your career choice?

They’re very supportive. My sister is with me tonight, sat at the bar. She looks just like me.

What was the first DVD you bought?

St. Trinians. I know Gemma [Arterton] now and I still tell her, ‘I used to have a photo of you on my bedroom wall.’

What has been your most challenging role?

In a film called Butterfly Kisses, which premiers at the Berlin Film Festival next week, I play a 16-year-old prostitute from a council estate who had to sleep with people to feed her younger siblings. It was difficult to be in that mindset.

Tell us about the best advice a co-star has given you?

I worked with Suranne Jones when I was 13 and, afterwards my work ethic changed. I can’t remember exactly what she said, but she made me be a better actress.”

What’s your go-to karaoke song?

Believe by Cher. I got very drunk in Malaga once, got my ear pierced on the strip and sang this to my ex who wasn’t there.

What word or phrase do you overuse the most?

‘Like’ and ‘do you know what I mean?’ My dad always replies in an exhausted tone, ‘Yes, Rosie. I know what you mean.’”

What’s your go-to getting ready for a party song?

Anything by Taylor Swift. I’ve outgrown her a bit now but for 10-years, she was my idol.

What are your top three most used emojis?

The ghost sticking his tongue out – I’ve even got it on a T-shirt – the kissing face and the unicorn. I’m a big unicorn fan.

Josh O’Conner

Age: 26

Originally from: Cheltenham

You’ll know him from… Some great telly dramas think: Ripper Street, Peaky Blinders, and The Durrells

When did you first describe yourself as an ‘actor?’

When I got my first job on Lewis. I only had one line but had to retake it about 30 times. I’m much better now.

What was the first VHS/ DVD you bought?

Family Man with Nicholas Cage. I love that film so much. That, and Love Actually. The kind of films I’m doing at the moment are indie and art house but, in reality, I love a bit of cheese.

What has been your most challenging role?

The one I played in God’s Own Country which premiers at the Berlin Film Festival next week. I lost two-and-a-half stone and I’m already quite slight so I looked pretty gaunt.

Tell us about the best advice a co-star has given you?

I worked on Florence Foster-Jenkins with Meryl Streep – name drop there! I was terrified and filming started the day after Glastonbury so I wasn’t in the best shape. I was visibly anxious. She said to me ‘never be nervous.’ It was amazing because it worked.

What’s your go-to karaoke song?

Angels by Robbie Williams. I’m not a classy guy.

What word or phrase do you overuse the most?

‘Lush.’ I’m from Somerset and it’s very typical of that area. Plus, my ex-girlfriend hated it so I use it even more now.

What trait do you value most in your friends?

I like that they drink at my local pub with me.

What’s your Monday morning motivation?

Go to the gym but I’ve never fulfilled it. I don’t think I’ve been to the gym in, like, a year.

What’s your go-to getting ready for a party song?

Anything by Blood Orange.

You’ve got friends coming around for drinks? Tell us your signature cocktail.

I love cooking Persian food and like to eat it with a killer negroni.

What’s the most romantic thing someone has done for you in London?

About five or six years ago I was living in Bristol and someone took me to London. We stayed in a hotel and that was really exciting for me because I’d never stayed in a hotel in my entire life. I grew up camping!

What are your top three most used emojis?

The thinking face, the face that’s rolling its eyes and the fire. The last one’s an in joke and I use it a lot.

Lorne MacFayden

Age: 26

Originally from: Isle of Skye

You’ll know him from… those addictive TV series including The Level, Grantchester, Tina and Bobby

When did you first describe yourself as an ‘actor?’

When I dropped out of uni – I was studying Media Design – I had to start calling myself an actor for people to start taking me seriously. Once you make that step, it all starts unraveling.

What was the first VHS/ DVD you bought?

My Great Uncle owned a rental VHS shop so I used to watch whatever was lying around. Jaws was probably one of the first films I ever saw. To this day, I’m still terrified of sharks.

What has been your most challenging role?

Probably playing Bobby Moore. It’s quite the story; battling cancer and then winning the world cup. But, throughout filming, I was hyper aware that he was such an iconic football player and such a hero to so many people, so I had to get it right.

Have you ever had any funny on-set stories?

Whilst filming Tina & Bobby, Michelle Keegan and I were driving along in a beautiful old sixties Jag. I’m really into my music so would play stuff that was appropriate to the era. I was trying to find a track and for some reason, the Notorious B.I.G came on and my phone froze. We did have a laugh about that.

What’s your go-to karaoke song?

I actually worked in a karaoke bar for a year! Mine is A Little Less Conversation by Elvis. I don’t know the words off by heart but I have fun singing it after a few drinks.

What word or phrase do you overuse the most?

‘Sound.’ It’s an expression of general acceptance to something. So if someone says, ‘Can I get you a drink?’ I’ll reply ‘sound.’

What’s your go-to getting ready for a party song?

Depends. Probably Underworld or some other nineties rave tunes.

You’ve got friends coming around for drinks? Tell us your signature cocktail.

Long Island Ice Tea. It involves everything and can get a party started pretty quickly. It’s lethal stuff. Just what you want, right?

What are your top three most used emojis?

I use the crying with laughter one when I’m totally stony faced. The winky face I use but I HATE the winky face with the tongue sticking out. I mean, what’s that supposed to express? Don’t answer that.

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