English Rose- The Jam X Reader 🎯 Ok, before I go on, please don't go attacking them,because they have families. I knew that they do. This is back then. Before all that. This is not a hate thing!! Y/N L/N. Born [Birth day] 1959. Born in Sheerwater, Woking Borough in Surrey, England at Stanley Road. Just from the outskirts of London, one of Britain's biggest cities. 4 years younger after your two eldest friends and one year younger after the youngest. You knew each other since you were children, you were the young mods with the young idea. The eldest Bruce, born September 1st 1955, was smart, timid and an all round mullet. The second eldest, Rick, born December 6th 1955. He was also smart, but full of personality and knowledge. Paul, born May 25th 1958, the Steve Marriott looking fella, full of hope hoping one day to start a band of his own. And you, the little miss, know what they wanted. That wish came true in the years that followed after you left high school. 1977. Polydor. The big sign up. That year you moved in with your former classmates and now band mates, Paul, Rick and Bruce got their wish. And you got yours. Staying with them. Prepare for the 3 teenage boys who may be fighting over you, getting jealous as they decide what is best for you. Maybe having a few prequel chapters of you being in school with them as they met in high school. Including maybe multiple chapters with different points of views of each of the boys, talking to you or about something in a conversation. I swear the boys will get jealous and a little pissed from time to time. As Paul had a strong anger then. I don't know about Bruce and Rick to be 100% honest, those two always seem so happy. -This was made out of boredom, my love for three teenage boys who aren't that age anymore. They're all old now. I don't know why they had to age 😭. I love The Jam. Saying that, I love Paul Weller, Bruce Foxton and Rick Buckler in general. ENJOY--

The shrill sound of the alarm clock was no match for the booming voice that followed. "Y/N! Get up, you're going to be late!" Her mum's voice echoed through the house, cutting through the morning silence like a knife. Y/N groaned and pulled the covers over her head, trying to block out the noise. But her mum was relentless. "I mean it, young lady! You can't afford to miss another class!" Footsteps pounded up the stairs, and within seconds, her bedroom door flew open. Her mum stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, her face a mix of frustration and concern. "Do you want to fail out of college? Because that's where you're headed if you don't get up right now!" Y/N peeked out from under the covers, her eyes barely open. "Five more minutes," she mumbled, but her mum was having none of it. "No more minutes! Get up, get dressed, and get moving!" Her mum's voice softened slightly, but the urgency remained. "I know it's tough, but you have to push through. Now, up!" With a resigned sigh, Y/N threw off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her mum gave a satisfied nod before turning to leave. "Breakfast is on the table. Don't dawdle." As the door closed behind her, Y/N rubbed her eyes and stretched, the remnants of sleep slowly fading away. Another day, another battle with the alarm clock-and her mum.

||THIS IS AN ALTERNATIVE AU, JUST SOMETHING I'M WRITING FOR FUN!! I suppose a Halloween special book in a way.|| Based off a song by The Style Council. You looked up and saw a painting of a man, he held a riding crop under his arm, wearing his riding uniform,he stood tall, his structure thin and weary. "Mr. Talbot, who's the man in the painting?". You pointed, the valet looked up and sadly smiled, his face dropped, remembering his lordship's face. "That's sir Weller, ma'am, his lordship went mad after the death of his loyal father and his wife Deanna died in her sleep after a wolf attack, she kept them away. He resides in his bedroom, and he hardly ever comes out. He tore out his eyes and used the blood as a paint. He's a terrific painter, ma'am, but sir's mind is fragile. He screams and points to the outside, "WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!". In a fit of rage if he's not careful. ". The valet spoke of his lordship, pouring you a cup of tea in a China cup as the man of the house, pouched over the staircase. The year is 1855, Date: The month of October. Sir John William Paul Weller, Lord of the manor, a talented painter, tragically full of guilt, you're a cipher, a lonesome nobody from the outer village from his lordship's Manor, you walked through the woods one night, your clothes disorganised, fragmented, and frayed like the person living below the poverty line you were, 21 years of age, living with your family in the village in the slums, looking for the food in the woods A herd of wolves chased you, you ran and ran, running to a manor. Banging on the door, wanting to be let in. Afraid of no response, you panicked, unable to process things properly out of fear. You were let in. Let's see where the story takes you.

After John is murdered, Paul has to learn to live without him, all while trying to sort through the memories of the relationship they had during their time with the Beatles.

Here I will be writing short imagines only about singers or musicians from the groovy 60's! If you have a request, please feel free to distant message me!

a girl named y/n becomes one with venom, what will happen whilst she's out and about daily? she meets lucifer and becomes friends.. will it become more than friends?... just wait and see • No.2 #lucifer. • No.10 #cool.

!!!! At the moment this is discontinued, I may return to it later but atm it's very unlikely !!!! in 2024, main character Ronnie decides to do one of the early trials for a new technology called stasis. originally, she was supposed to awake after 5 months in a testing facility but things go wrong and she finds herself on the Mining ship Red Dwarf with crew members Lister, Cat, Rimmer and super computer Holly three million years into the future. (story starts some-time in season two) - also if you have any suggestions or comments on what I should or shouldn't do, please feel free to voice them. I'm still wondering if I should rewrite episodes or come-up with new ones so who knows where the story will go?

Oc story Gala is a 'helper/Minion' to Bendy Here I'm writing down her relationships with others and her Back story how she became like this. Enjoy!

So Y/N is a fourteen year old girl [you] likes a YouTuber his name is Will Ryan. You have a crush on him, but your dad, abuses you all the while. saying stop watching that stupid crap!

Originally called Rumble of the past, now called Bleeding North Heirs And Defenders. It just sounds better. |Inspired by the works of George Orwell [1984] and Aldous Huxley [Brave New World] and Compulsion Games [We Happy Few] respectively | |Dedicated to my friend choicefics- She was my first online friend, and her account doesn't exist anymore, so this is dedicated to you Meredith, you'll always be my great friend | ------------------- January 1991 In an alternate England, where World War II raged 1939 until 1945, the year 1991 marks a turning point. London is in chaos, ravaged by a vengeful war that spares no one-innocent families, friends, and strangers alike. The government has fallen, and the streets are ruled by fear and uncertainty. Tony Blair and Margret Thatcher's defeat and Gabriel Channing's rise to power signal the start of a new era. The Queen has been murdered by a shadowy coalition of former Londoners and politicians, plunging the nation into darkness. Whispers of conspiracy and betrayal echo through the alleys, as the once-great city crumbles. As rumours spread and civil war looms, a group of underground rebels emerges, determined to spread the truth and fight for a better future. Among them are unlikely heroes with hidden pasts and secret agendas. They must navigate a web of deceit and danger, where every ally could be a traitor and every step could be their last. Who will rise to defend the nation? Who will uncover the secrets that could save them all? And who will survive the shadows of a city on the brink of collapse? (Non of this book is true. Nothing happened like this in real life, don't worry) XD ----------------