Graduating from Julliard School on the verge of a worldwide pandemic, Tom catches one of the last flights out of JFK back to England and spends the next twelve months at his mother's Nottingham home. Throughout this time, the apartment across the hall sits quietly empty. No one has been seen or heard heading in or out, and their letterbox brims with advertisement pamplets and pizza vouchers. Tom knew that their neighbour Ms. White passed on not long after he left for New York City. His mother reported that Ms. White's daughter, who was living with her boyfriend at the time, no longer appeared in the vicinity soon after. Although his mother claims that movers were never spotted, Tom has little reason not to believe that his childhood sitter has long since moved on. He doesn't harbour high hopes of seeing her again, until he returns from a grocery run to sunlight spilling into his corridor through an opened door that isn't his own. Surprise and curiosity lengthen his already longer-than-normal strides, but when he gets to the threshold, he is compelled into something he has never done before: pause. Tom used to run in and out of this place as free as the wind when he was a boy. He spent so much time in 5A that it was as though he lived here instead of next door. He knows the flat like the back of his hand, and nothing seems to have changed. A golden mantel clock bearing a rotating pendulum still sits atop the foyer console; daisy-printed curtains still hang before the windows. He feels sixteen all of a sudden, faced with the familiar decor and staring at what he is certain is the back of Lottie's head. The only difference between now and when he was sixteen? She's not on her feet. She can no longer be on her feet. --------------- 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐭, 𝟏𝟎𝐩𝐦 𝐠𝐦𝐭+𝟖

"#1 in BillytheKid tag" 🤍 "Wives sleep with their husbands. Ain't nothing dirty about it." She ran from disgrace. He lived in silence.
Neither expected to find comfort in each other-let alone love.
 Clara Mae O'Sullivan has always been too much-too opinionated, too bookish, too unmarriageable. When she flees her privileged but suffocating life, bruised and disgraced, she finds unexpected refuge in the quiet company of William "Billy" McCarty-horse trainer, ex-convict, and a man known more for silence than kindness. He offers her shelter. She offers him a chance at something he never wanted: companionship. But on the harsh frontier of 1880s Colorado, love doesn't arrive with grand declarations-it grows slowly, in the warmth of shared chores, the hush of a snowstorm, and the quiet promise of a steady hand. "You love me, don't you?"
"Yeah. I reckon I do." A tender, slow-burn historical romance about finding home in the most unlikely place-and in each other. WARNING: MATURE Tags: grumpy and sunshine, marriage of convenience, historical romance, forced proximity, slow burn, found family, mature themes, frontier love, hurt/comfort, emotionally grounded, small town gossip

Jesus Christ, she was good. And that annoyed him. He'd grown out of the fantasy. Or so he thought. a simple feel-good rom-com starring Tom Blyth and Sabrina Carpenter, inspired by the works of Emily Henry and Sally Rooney.

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Highest rankings: #1 in connorxreader #1 in dbh #1 in detroit #1 in Bryandechart "I can't stop staring at those ocean eyes" After an accident in the hospital you joined the Detroit police. You were put in a team of two, one human, one Android. You weren't super excited about this, but what else could you do? Oh, and the Android said his name was Connor. (I don't own anything except for Cameron, Boomer, Kit, and Mochi) {Editor: @alliegirl600}

Y/N was born in a world without androids. When she was ten, Chloe, the first android was created. Is this why she is sympathetic to the android cause now? How will she handle hunting deviants with her partner Hank and the new android Connor sent by Cyberlife? Humans and androids aren't meant to bond are they? They simply are not compatible. "Y/L/N, Y/N. Age 26. Born 5/23/2012 Detroit. Lived in a community home from the age of 15. At 18 joined the academy of policing. Currently the partner of lieutenant Hank Anderson. Female pronouns Number one in #Detroitbecomehuman thank you!! xx

Wattys 2015 Winner of the People's Choice Award! "You have to realize, of course, that love doesn't always save the people you want to save." Pulling her way through the mayhem that is the NYC fashion industry, twenty-year-old Sierra finds herself hanging onto her dreams and the last shred of sanity she has left when she lands her dream job - the past she tries so hard to leave behind starting to catch up to her faster than she can outrun it. Luke Hemmings, the heartbroken rockstar that the world expects too much from - nothing seems to win over internal demons with a vengeance; a need to ruin himself and any form of happiness standing in his path to complete destruction. Can they be saved from their own minds? Or will the weight of all the love, sacrifice, and loss finally drag them down under for good? PLAYLIST: https://open.spotify.com/user/rhythmwithlove/playlist/5lpELt8izfMGECfE9JJUcU BOOK TRAILER: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=D5tMWCJLc5Q No translations allowed.

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That's right, more comebacks! *Sequel to 101 Comebacks*

"oh darling, we're the predators and you're our prey." [lowercase intended] ✄ started: august 24th, 2016 finished: february 3rd, 2017 ✄ © saintmemes - outerslit - priaprism - mistudies 2016