Stewartcopeland storie

i finally was inspired enough to create a book for them :/ info: this is basically a book of imagines of sting and stewart copeland, meant to be x reader. i thought i'd just make a separate book for them, since i have to keep an entire book dedicated to andy summers, but, i finally caved and didn't want to leave the others out. - requests currently closed.

Just a bunch of imaginary scenarios that revolve around the point of view of the reader and their experiences with one of the most awesome drummers in rock history, Stewart Copeland. This is just a bunch of experimental stories, please don't expect them to be masterpieces.

"i love her more than i can explain; i feel i always will." - andy "he's my whole world, i love him so much." - teagan - in which an ordinary girl and an insanely popular guitarist fall in love

The Police guitarist Andy Summers is kidnapped by a cult with the motive that they are aliens sent to Earth and looking for a way back home, hoping his music would be a way of freedom.

Short story about meeting Stewart Copeland based on a dream I had about him. (No sex just cute but may add a sex scene after based on how horny I am when I'm on my period)

boredom got to me, so I'm opening requests for 80s bands imagines. feel free to ask anything, but nothing too smutty or bold. I'm an innocent teenager ya know ;)

Datos, curiosidades y hechos acerca de la Banda the police. Spanish-English

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.

Just a book with some pictures of The Police in it talking about different facts about them❤

Just a bunch of imaginary scenarios that revolve around the point of view of the reader and their experiences with legendary musician and frontman for The Police, Sting. This is just a bunch of experimental stories, please don't expect them to be masterpieces as I am still the new kid on the block here.

just quotes i find on tumblr that apply to these three blonde smartasses. these are literally so dumb but idk where else to post them

There's little out there for the Police so I thought I might as well give it ago and write my own. Feel free to request or suggest some ideas for me to write.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Stewart's skilled hands caressed the sticks, swaying around the drums. Setting a rhythmic heartbeat to the night, our eyes met across the dim lit stage, love crescendoed with each beat.