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ANN'S EVENT MASTERLIST

NAVIGATION.

The Stolen Moments (Miniseries) - 4k Celebration Event.

↳ Gyllenhaal!Reader x Tom Holland. After a chance encounter in Central Park, fate seems to send your once-upon-a-time, almost-summer-fling barrelling straight back into your arms. Your dad still seems to see you as his little girl, despite your age, which leads to enough upset for the both of you. But will stolen moments with Tom be enough this time around, with your protective dad always keeping his eye out and ready to avenge you?

Chapter 1

↳ The City to Call Home - 3.8k words.

Chapter 2

↳ Tell Me Something Good - 2.4K words.

Chapter 3

↳ Confidence - 5.0k words.

Chapter 4

↳ My City Girl - 9.7k words.

Chapter 5

↳ Never Be Angry - 8.4k words.

Ann's 200 Taylor Swift Blurb Event.

Getaway Car x Bucky Barnes.

↳ ‘Well, he was running after us, I was screaming, "Go, go, go!” You were drivin' the getaway car, There were sirens in the heat of your heart. Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery...’

Stay, Stay, Stay x Dr Strange.

↳ ‘I'm pretty sure we almost broke up last night, I threw my phone across the room at you. But you stayed. This morning I said we should talk about it... I think it’s best if we both stay.’

Don't You x Tom Hiddleston.

↳ ‘I heard she's nothin' like me, I'm sure she'll make you happy. But... Don't you smile at me and ask me how I've been. Don't you say you've missed me if you don't want me again.’

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things x Tom Holland.

↳ ‘I'm locking the gates. This is why we can't have nice things, darling, Because you break them, I had to take them away. But I’m not the only friend you’ve lost lately, if only you weren’t so shady.’

Ann's 3k SOUR Blurb Event.

Preface.

↳ Stark!Avenger!Reader writes an album to get over a breakup the team helped her through. Before its release, she plays a song for the Avenger who gave her the support for each part of the breakup that correlates to a song.

brutal x Steve.

↳ 'They'd all be do disappointed, cause who am I if not exploited?'

traitor x Tony.

↳ 'Don't you dare forget about the way you betrayed me, cause I know that you'll never feel sorry for the way I hurt.'

drivers licence x Peter.

↳ ‘I know we weren’t perfect but I’ve never felt this way for no one, and I just can't imagine how you could be so okay...’

1 step forward, 3 steps back x Sam.

↳ ‘Like, which lover will I get today? Will you walk me to the door or send me home cryin'?'

deja vu x Wanda.

↳ 'She thinks its special, but it's all reused. Do you get déjà vu when she's with you?'

good 4 u x Nat.

↳ 'And good for you, I guess that you've been workin' on yourself, I guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped.'

enough for you x Dr Strange.

↳ ‘I don’t want your sympathy, I just want myself back. Because someday I’ll be everything to somebody else.’

happier x Thor.

↳ 'And do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen? An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean.'

jealousy, jealousy x Bucky.

↳ 'I'm so sick of myself I'd rather be, rather be anyone, anyone else, but jealousy, jealousy started followin' me.'

favourite crime x Loki.

↳ ‘It’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we do, and I was going down but I was doing it with you.’

hope ur ok x Team.

↳ ‘Does she know how proud I am she was created with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred?’

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Hi there! Congratz on 200 followers! I came across your T-Swift post and I couldn’t resist! Could you do “Don’t You” with Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, or Tom Hiddleston? I’ll leave it up to you (: please and thank you!

A/N - Thanks for the request! I chose Tom Hiddleston... I think he fits this really well. I hope you enjoy :) I do not know Tom Hiddleston, nor do I claim to. I don't own the song lyrics used, all credits to owners.

Warnings - none.

My heart stops when I see him. The steady beat halts, no longer pumping, and yet blood still roars in my ears. After all this time, and I see him here... I knew I'd run into him somewhere, I just wasn't expecting this. I’m staring, I realise after a moment, and I don’t mean to, but it’s been a while. A long while.

I sling my bag over my shoulder and shutter the tears from my eyes, repeating two words to myself like a mantra, “Don’t you,” a warning to myself and to him. I’m out on the promenade a moment later, cold air hitting me like a brick wall and finally allowing fresh air into my aching lungs.

That's when his cologne hits me and I feel the familiar weight of his hand on my shoulder, the warmth seeping into my body, my rigidity melting, rendering me helpless to whatever he may say.

"Y/n?" A smile breaks over his face. "Are you okay, darling? How have you been?"

The platonic 'darling' breaks my heart a little more... But God, his voice is the most beautiful sound I've ever heard. Tom's signature woody cologne infects my senses, and has my knees trembling. The worst thing about this is the beautiful new piece on his arm, legs to her armpits and effortlessly windswept blonde hair. I heard she's nothing like me, and this is just the picture perfect proof.

"Yeah! I'm great. Sorry, didn't see you there," I respond sheepishly, instinctively scratching the back of my neck.

"Yeah, of course. I just saw you hurry out and, you know..." he trails off, "but this is my partner, Lauren."

"Hey," she beams at me, a faux-saccharine quality to her voice.

"Lovely to meet you," I say, and turn to Tom, "I'm sure she'll make you happy."

His smile dims, the stars in his eyes fading along with my melancholy words. Good, I think. You deserve this.

"So how did the two of you meet?"

"It's a really funny story, actually. So I was back in Cambridge..." he starts.

I'm not listening, too lost in my own thoughts. I'm not even sure why I asked, other than basic courtesy.

Sometimes, I really wish that I could hate him. It'd make my life a damn sight easier, because then my chest wouldn't feel like someone was taking a sledgehammer to it every minute he pops back into my thoughts, curly auburn hair and glasses and pretty jumpers all combined. I've tried to hate him, I've really tried, but that's something I can't do.

My heart knows what the truth is.

"That's lovely," I tell them, offering them a forced smile, "I must be getting off though."

Don't you smile at me and ask me how I've been.

"Yes! Us too," Lauren says, "it was nice to meet you."

"You too."

"We'll have to meet up soon," Tom says.

"Yeah, sure. Just text me," I say, and take one last look at him, at the angles of his face, the soft smile that always seems to grace his lips, his eyes so full of life, his tall stature... I remember him as though I'll never see him again.

"I've missed you," he tells me.

Don't tell me you've missed me if you don't want me again, I want to scream at him. You don't know how much I feel I love you too. But he won't feel the same, not anymore, so I keep my mouth shut, and nod faintly.

With tears in my eyes, I walk out of here tonight, try and go on with my life—the one that'll never be the same without him in it.

"Y/N," he calls after me, and the next moment, I can feel his calloused fingertips working their way into my clenched fist. "We're still friends, right?"

I nod mutely, not trusting my own voice with my throat in turmoil, because I won't want to pretend. We can never be friends.

"I know you," he implores before I can turn away, "tell me what's wrong, please."

Before I can help myself or bite my tongue, I'm blurting the words out and setting the tears free, alleviating the ache in my heart with eight simple words. I swore I wouldn't do this.

"I love you, still. So why don't you?"

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congrats!

TIWWCHNT angst with Tom Hollanddd? please x

A/N - Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy :) I made this RichKid!Tom. I do not know Tom Holland, nor do I claim to. I don't own the song lyrics used, all credit to owners.

Warnings - swearing, mentions of drinking and drugs.

It was so nice throwing big parties, even giving them a second chance for our friends, but that was once upon a time, and I’m over that stage of my life now. It stopped bringing me joy. Having just returned from a steak dinner and wine tasting at a friend's new mansion, I’m heading home for the night, my plans having changed in favour of some alone time with my partner. I even bought some Dom on the way home as a treat, and I’m excited to see Tom, admiring the hunk of silver on my finger as I head up.

I’m shaking my head, I’m locking the gate behind me as I drive my Rolls into the great expanse of driveway...

I’m going to murder Tom fucking Holland.

This is why we can’t have nice things, because Tom fucking ruins them every single goddamn time. It’s been the case ever since you first got together. He knew cleanliness and keeping things pristine was in your nature, but he ain’t reading what they call me, so he dived in head first. You’re difficult to live with, you know that, but you and Tom agreed.

It was once so nice doing that once upon a time, jumping in the pool from the balcony, drunk and high and living my life so freely while I was young… But I’m not in my party years anymore, and I’ve passed that date where I can get sloshed and off my face only to wake up the next day and repeat it; electing a calmer, more modest lifestyle while maintaining the lavish and party nature of my wealth, life and personality.

Tom and I were the glamorous couple amongst our friends, always hosting the best parties with huge crowds and sponsors, champagne seas, fancy new lines of alcohol, influencers, ice sculptures, designer gowns and suits… It was one hell of a way to live.

I’m loath to say Tom was more than a little disappointed to pack up the life but, moving forwards in our relationship and lives, he agreed—especially since kids are a prospect in the near future. And he’s gone back on every word, broken every promise.

I lock the car, and unplug the exterior speakers, yelling “PARTY’S OVER!” at the top of my lungs, and watching the crowd disperse. I storm into the house a moment later, finding Tom slumped over a chaise-longue with a beer in his hand.

“You shady fucking arsehole!” I scream shrilly.

He blinks his chocolate eyes and stirs to life, smiling lazily up at me, his hair stuck to his clammy forehead..

“Hey baby. Thought you were gonna stay out.”

“Oh, did you?” I laugh, eyes widened. “Is that why you let our fifteen million pound mansion turn into this pigsty?” I wave my arms around me, everything so expensive in utter disarray, drinks spilt everywhere, the stench of sweat lingering instead of the room sprays you ensure to use liberally in every room.

Judging by the state of things, apparently there are no rules when you show up here, a heavy bass beat literally rattling the thirty thousand dollar hand blown Italian glass chandelier hanging in your ballroom, which looks like a rubbish pit, marble floor soaked in beer.

“No, baby. It was just a small get together that grew outta hand. Don’t worry baby,” he makes grabby hands at me, but I avoid his dirty paws on my very expensive suit, “I’ll clean.”

“It’s the principle, Tom!” I hurl his bottle away.

“Baby calm down, I’m sorry.” he pleads.

“But you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand, or worse, fucking me. And therein lies the issue, boyfriends don't try to trick you!” I say, “Tom, if you loved me you wouldn’t have done this. I can’t see past this.”

“Oh just get a fucking grip doll, it was one party.”

“Yeah, but how many others have there been when I’ve been out? Have you cleared the place up knowing I’d be away for the weekend? I’m sorry, but I want you out by Monday morning.”

This is gonna hit him hard, because I’m not the only person he’s lost lately, but if only he weren’t so shady, it wouldn’t be a damn problem.

I'd spent the night quite happily putting the poisonous old gossip to lie with my girlfriends, raising my final glass to them. Looks like I’ll need them even more, now. “Here's a toast to my real friends. They don't care about the he said, she said.”

They should've, and I should've listened. Friends don’t try to trick you—how could I believe they would, only to come home to every word they said being correct?

No,” his eyes begin to well up with tears as he sinks to his knees on the tiled floor, “I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again. We can do this, I love you so much!”

No he doesn't. He wouldn’t have deceived me and ransacked our home if he did, but I pop open the Dom and paint on a brave face, snatching an empty glass from the hand furnished oak sideboard. “Y’know what? And here's to you...

'Cause forgiveness is a nice thing to do, and we can move on from this can’t we?”

I don’t even manage to suppress my giggles for thirty seconds at his dopey look before I’m bursting out into a fit of laughter. “Hahaha, I can't even say it with a straight face! This is why we can’t have nice things tom and we’ll never be able to because you break them and I have to take them away. Did you think I wouldn't hear all the shit you said about me?”

That’s what they were warning you about all night. You should’ve trusted them when they said he called me a pushover and worse, not believing the tales of his antics. “You broke us, so now I’m taking that away. We’re done.”

“WAIT!” he sobs, the crack in his tenor voice evident as he tugs at his chestnut locks. I don’t budge, though, shoving him off by his oversized pink shirt when he tries to grab me.

“This is why we can’t have nice things, darling. Find me when you’ve grown up.”

I would take an axe to a mended face, but walking away from him, my heels clacking on the marble floor and sounding where he’s drunkenly crying seems to be punishment enough. For the last time with him inside, I’m locking the gates.

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Ann's 200 Taylor Swift Blurb Event Masterlist

NAVIGATION.

Getaway Car x Bucky Barnes

↳ ‘Well, he was running after us, I was screaming, "Go, go, go!” You were drivin' the getaway car, There were sirens in the heat of your heart. Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery...’

Stay Stay Stay x Dr Strange

↳ ‘I'm pretty sure we almost broke up last night. I threw my phone across the room at you. But you stayed. This morning I said we should talk about it... I think it’s best if we both stay.’

Don't You x Tom Hiddleston

↳ ‘I heard she's nothin' like me, I'm sure she'll make you happy. But... Don't you smile at me and ask me how I've been. Don't you say you've missed me if you don't want me again.’

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things x Tom Holland

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Oi!

May I request a Blurb?

I was thinking about 'Stay Stay Stay' by Taylor Swift and for a Character maybe Doctor Stephen Strange?

A/N - Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy :) I do not own Dr Strange as a character, nor do I own the song lyrics used. All credit to creators.

Warnings - swearing, mention of adultery, low-key toxic relationship.

Cold sunlight shatters into fractions, bouncing off the mirrored wardrobe that covers one wall of the master bedroom and hitting me right in my eyes. It's blinding, so I grasp for a pillow, and smash it over my face. A long groan spills from my lips upon the memories that come flooding back in the darkness.

"Fuck you Stephen! Rot in hell!"

His face was a picture, cheeks flaming red with anger, "I didn't fucking sleep with her!"

"Yeah, and why am I expected to believe that?" I spat.

I shoved him, palms on his shoulders, and knocked him halfway across the floor of our bedroom. He didn't retaliate, just stood there with his jaw wide and his eyes a blank void, running one scarred hand through his dark beard.

"Because I have never done anything to make you doubt me, y/n, that is why."

I scoffed as loud as I could, scooping my phone up off the bed and throwing it across the room at him, the ‘incriminating’ evidence glaring on the screen.

"Get. Out."

I scream at this. I broke my phone and told him to leave? I've no idea whether he did go, or if he stayed and slept on the couch... I hope he's safe. I love him. So much. And he usually finds it funny when I'm mad, but last night... last night I took it too far.

I roll out of bed, hoping for the best, and push the door open, expecting to find an empty flat, so I wrap his shirt around me and inhale the distinctive citrus scent, but there he is, coffee in his hands at the breakfast bar.

"You stayed," I breathe, almost in disbelief.

"Course I did." He nods to the stool beside him, and pulls it out for you. Your feet carry you before your mind or mouth can agree.

"We should talk about it," I say gently, "I read you should never leave a fight unresolved."

He shifts in his seat. "Okay, let's talk. I'm so sorry, Darling."

"No, I'm sorry, Stephen. I shouldn't have believed that dickhead so-and-so. I know you'd never do anything like that to me." I ramble, desperately trying to stop my voice from wobbling or, heaven forbid, cracking.

I take one of his hands in mine and squeeze, imploring him to look at me, and when he does, his crystal blue eyes are filled with tears "I think it's best if I always stay."

Thank heavens. I couldn't cope without him. I couldn't live a single day without him by my side... but I don't think he knows this. He took the time to memorize me. My fears, my hopes and dreams. And he never once shamed me for a single thing.

Now, as I look at the man beside me, he's the one I fell in love with, not the broken shell of a man I created by screaming at him last night with my horrible accusations I didn't believe—in my heart—for a second. I've been loving him for quite some time, and it's about time he knows.

"Before you, I'd only dated self indulgent takers who took all of their problem out on me." I say, blinking back tears at the memory. He holds my hand tighter, his scars rough on my fingers, but his soft smile encourages m to continue. "But you carry my groceries and now I'm always laughing." His gruff chuckle lifts a smile to my lips, "And I love you, because you have given me no choice but to stay, stay, stay. No one else will love me when I get mad. It's all you, Stephen."

A gaping hole opens in my heart as my breath hitches, ready to swallow me whole if his answer doesn't come very, very soon. I've just poured my heart out to him, and he won't even speak?

Only when I look at him do I understand why, worrying his bottom lip as he lifts a small black box from his pocket.

"Stay, stay, stay; that's all I ask of you," he whispers hoarsely, "I love you, y/n, and I've been loving you for quite some time. It's been occurring to me that... I'd like to hang out with you for my whole life. All those times you didn't leave, when you really should've because I can't possibly deserve anyone a fraction as good as you are..." A sob wrenches from his chest, and before I know it, he's kneeling on the tiles before me, holding my hand tightly, and staring up at me with those baby blues that could convince me to do anything. The final words slip past his lips,

"Will you stay forever?"

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bucky barnes and getaway car!!

A/N - Thank you for the request! Getaway car was actually the song that got me into reputation. I hope you enjoy :) I do not own Bucky as a character, nor do I own the song lyrics used. All credit to creators.

Warnings - mention of cops, blood, shooting, Bucky being a sweetheart.

Well that hit him like a shotgun shot to the heart.

No, seriously. I knew it from the first old fashioned we were cursed: he should've, too.

The second the detestable man slumps to the beer soaked rattling table, I’m right on it. A business deal, handing over false weapons to one of the most dangerous men in the world, probably isn’t the best idea the Avengers have ever had, but with all he knows (knew), and with me being the only one he’d meet with, I was left with no choice. I'd already switched to the other side. I had to kill him.

Hurriedly, adrenaline coursing through my veins, I take the wads of cash left on the table, and then everything from his briefcase—my birthday the code—and steal the keys from his blazer pocket. Did he really think I wouldn’t take any chance he gave? That I still cared for him enough to listen? How mistaken he was. I have everything I need in Buck.

That was the last time you ever saw me.

Gathering my gown in my hand, I bolt as fast as my legs will take me out of the dark, dingy motel bar, and leap into the getaway car, driven by the man who held me together after the last one, the one I finally left, made me fall apart.

"Done it?” Bucky beams.

Through laboured breaths, I smirk, heaving out, “And got the cash." The team don't know about that part... "We’re clear. Go go go!”

“The best of times, the worst of crimes."

He doesn’t disappoint. His boyish smile reaches his twinkling blue eyes, and he doesn’t even look at the road as he revs the engine and takes off as fast as your getaway car will go

He’s flying, but we’ll never get far. The tension between us in the car is astronomical. I’m not helping, brushing my fingertips over his thick thighs, sparks electrifying me.

The road curls before us, stars twinkling above us, and Bucky yanks on the steering wheel, turning us into a lay-by equidistant from the gala and the grim motel we've just escaped from.

“You,” he breathes, “are incredible.”

His metal hand grasps my leg low on my thigh, but he doesn't care about tearing the silk of my gown in the process. My fingers curl around his black tie, and I draw him closer, our lips meeting in a heated kiss.

Sirens will start soon, chasing up to the motel to investigate. That's where Tony and his power can step in. I won't cry, I won't die, I won't say goodbye. For now I'm lost in the beat of Bucky's heart.

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Ann’s Old Masterlist

UNUSED AS OF JULY 2021 - Current masterlist here

Rules for my page. PSA.

All works are original and legally my own. Do not repost. More works coming soon: each Saturday currently, schedule will change.

Please read the warnings at the top of every post: Items marked 18+ are mature/smut, and I don’t recommend you read if you are under eighteen, but it’s up to you to mediate your media consumption. The warnings you heed are entirely your responsibility.

Disclaimer: I do not know any of the people I write about, nor do I claim to, and I simply write about fictional figments of them. The fictional worlds I write within (the MCU, Harry Potter etc.) I do not own either, I do not own the characters or the settings, but merely write about a further fictional figment.

I currently only write Fem!reader. Works marked Ღ are the most popular. My inbox is open to requests but they may take a while to get a response.

Ann's TS 200 blurb event! (Mini Masterlist)

Regulus Black

Romeo, Juliet & Quidditch

Summary: One very eventful Quidditch final can do more than Regulus and his Juliet ever imagined; strengthening family ties, Y/N's mind, and Reg's feelings all at once.

Charlie Weasley

Secret. (18+)

Summary: You have a secret regarding the dragon taming Weasley. The only issue is that he sees you as the child you were a few years ago. When you become legal, he seems to seek you out wherever you are. Maybe he has a secret too.

Couple Blurbs

Lily & James Potter - First Kiss.

Summary: When Lily sees a new side of James, she thinks maybe falling for him isn’t so bad after all.

Albus & Scorpius - Before You Go.

Summary: At the 5th year prom, Albus and Scorpius find they can’t hold back their feelings anymore. Just one dance, before you go

Bill & Fleur - Our Spot.

Summary: After the final task, Fleur finds herself in despair, and goes to the only spot she can think of to unwind, not expecting to be approached by a handsome stranger.

Dean & Seamus - At Last.

Summary: Years of tiptoeing around one another and hidden feelings come to a head when Seamus finds a stack of art beneath Dean's bed. At last, something might happen.

Doctor Stephen Strange

ᲦBaby Blues & Tattoos (18+)

Summary: After a tiring mission, the last thing you want to do is have to crash at a hotel, especially with the cockiest man alive. Will things change with the fact there's only one bed on such a sleepless night?

Loki Laufeyson

ᲦDress.

Summary: This dance between you and Loki has been going on for far too long. The night of the palace ball gives you the chance to make your next move, wearing the dress you bought only for him to take it off.

Peter Parker, Spider-Man

Everything Happens for a Reason.

Summary: Stark!Reader x Peter Parker, post endgame. Months after the death of your father, your aunt, and your uncle, you find yourself in a sticky situation, and to make it even worse, your childhood crush doesn’t even recognise you now. Then again, doing most of your growing up while half of the population is dead doesn’t exactly bode well for your love life nor your commitment issues. When things finally start to turn around while learning to live with a disability, will you still be taken away to live with your step mother, or will love pan out at last? After all, everything happens for a reason.

Steve Rogers, Captain America

Promise? (18+)

Summary: Being an apprentice at the Avengers Tower is never easy, especially not when you make a promise to your favourite person there and fail to keep it, through no fault of your own. In a matter of seconds, your world comes crumbling around, but Steve seems to come around in order to pick up the pieces.

Clint Barton, Hawkeye

Rough. (18+)

Summary: After the snap, you never think you’ll see Clint again. Hanging around the tower alone day in and day out becomes tiring, especially when your hormones are in overdrive and you can’t stop thinking about the one avenger you haven’t yet had in bed, until he walks through the door more attractive than ever. (Seriously read the warnings for this, it’s very kinky).

Tom Hiddleston

Ღ BAFTAs.

Summary: Tom thieves your panties after you rile him up the night of the BAFTAs, and he doesn't anticipate the consequences of keeping underwear in his pocket on the red carpet. (Definitely mature with heavy implications, but no explicit smut)

Ღ Stripped Sunday

Summary: Sunday's are always the best, especially when you and Tom walk around the house nude, but it's been a while. Too long a while. So, obliviously, you take matters into your own hands...

NSFW Alphabet. (18+)

Summary: An incredibly explicit NSFW alphabet about Tom Hiddleston, detailing his deepest fantasies and darkest truths; or how I imagine them to be, at least.

Tom Holland

Just Friends?

Summary: You and Tom have been best friends for a long time, and inseparable for just as long. The boys welcome you as one of their own, and you’re basically a part of the family. That’s your main issue, because when you begin to harbour feelings for your best friend, you’re not sure if he feels the same.

Harrison Osterfield

Quarantine. (18+)

Summary: Quarantine with a bunch of sex deprived twenty-odd year old boys isn’t your idea of fun, especially not when the only one you want refuses to pay even the slightest bit of attention. Taking measures into your own hands is only simple until you get caught.

A Happy Day (& A Puppy)

Summary: Today is the day you and Haz get a puppy. It's the next big step in your relationship, and despite your anxieties, you know it's a happy day.

Sebastian Stam

The Ballet Teacher.

Summary: Ballet teacher!reader. Sebastian's daughter attends a very prestigious ballet school, but when she's late out one day, the last thing he expects to happen is to meet her wonderful new teacher, who has him head over heels.

Timothée Chalamet

Ღ Concerto. (18+)

Summary: At a classical music concert, the last person you expect to meet is a young man as charming and suave as Timothée. And the last thing you expected is for him to invite you back to his flat. Turns out music really is food for the soul, and other things...

Fair Game.

Summary: Your boyfriend, Tim, has hurt you for the last time. You didn’t realise you could ever feel this broken, especially because of someone you once loved so much, but maybe, just maybe, it’s for the best.

Tom Felton

Risk.

Summary: After your break up, one that pained you to the bone, you try to escape and you find yourself taking that one risk you always thought you should, travelling. A simple day out, and the one person you don’t want to see is the one person who can help you with your car troubles. Could he help with your heart troubles too, over a reminiscent dinner perhaps?

Baby on the Brain.

Summary: Visiting Tom’s brother and his new baby should be a walk in the park, really, but some unwitting truths come to ahead that you can’t refute. You’ve always wanted a family, but does Tom? (Request for Tom Felton: you guys meet his brother's new baby and then decide to have your own.)

Elizabeth Debicki

Gorgeous.

Summary: Elizabeth is gorgeous, just look at her, the world can see it. A drunken night leads to some tipsy confessions, but does Elizabeth feel the same?

Christmas Morning. (18+)

Summary: Christmas morning in a hidden wintry lodge is everything you could’ve dreamed of. Then again, it’d be perfect even without the setting and the heating, because all you want for Christmas is Elizabeth, and that she gives you. Wholly.

Reunion Revenge. (18+)

Summary: At first, when your brother roped you into attending your high school reunion with your wife, you hated the idea. Now, all eyes are on you, all the focus on your career, and maybe this is the revenge you always needed, of course aided by Liz's quick thinking and hidden surprises.

Hailee Steinfeld

Live.

Summary: The first night of Hailee's tour, you're a guest singer... and her girlfriend. Everything will go to plan, surely, even when she looks that good and sings that well...

Sherlock Holmes

Ღ Kiss Me, Mr Detective. (18+)

Summary: After a fight with John leaves Sherlock feeling particularly down, he calls on the one person who is always there to support him. Only tonight, it’s different. Feelings come to a head, exploration ensues, but is this just a one time thing? That depends on whether she stays the night…

Chuck Bass

Safe.

Summary: A small British village version of Constance & St Jude’s. The aftermath of your drive home from Saturday’s house party becomes haunting and brings out a new side in you. Not that you’re complaining, especially not when you have the well-versed Chuck Bass as your friend and safety.

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