#blake richardson imagines

[shallowseeker]

SARAH: And tomorrow I could get hit by a bus. That's what life is. Look, I know losing somebody you love -- it's terrible. You shut yourself off. Believe me, I know. But when you shut out pain, you shut out everything else too.

SAM: Sarah, you don't understand. The pain that I went through... I can't go through it again. I can't. 1x19

[pers-books]

The Fugitive Doctor flies again

Jo Martin and Alice Krige star in The Fugitive Doctor: Dead or Alive, a brilliant box set of full-cast audio drama, due in July 2025 from Big Finish Productions. 

Still on the run from her old employers, the sinister Time Lord agency known as the Division, the Fugitive Doctor (Jo Martin) embarks upon three thrilling new adventures across time and space in the forthcoming box set Dead or Alive. 

Along the way, she’ll come to the aid of a Spitfire pilot lost in the vortex, crash into a junkyard of dead time machines, and face off against a vampire queen. But what will she do when her dogged pursuer Cosmogon (Alice Krige, known for her role in the Star Trek franchise) finally catches up with her? 

Doctor Who – The Fugitive Doctor: Dead or Alive is now available to pre-order for just £22.99 (collector’s edition CD box set + download) or £18.99 (download only), exclusively here. Please note: the collector’s edition CD box set is strictly limited to 1,000 copies and will not be repressed. 

The three exciting new adventures for the Fugitive Doctor are: 

Flying Solo by Tajinder Singh Hayer 

Pilot Officer Mohinder Singh Johal is an RAF pilot on a sortie during World War Two. Following a close encounter with a flying blue telephone box, his Spitfire vanishes! 

The Doctor, whose TARDIS is out of control following a blast from a time disruptor, should be keeping a low profile, but with Mohinder lost in time and space, she has to help bring him home. 

The Junkyard Loop by Aaron Douglas 

The Doctor, pursued as ever by Cosmogon, crash-lands the TARDIS on an off-grid junk planet littered with the remains of time machines from a thousand civilisations. 

After being saved from the indigenous Time-Frost Parasites by Sodalis, an old companion long-marooned, the Doctor must come up with a plan to save them both. But a sinister Division commander has tracked our heroes, and not even Cosmogon can stand between him and his desire to unlock the Doctor’s memory and obtain the secrets within. 

Hereafter by Tim Foley 

Cosmo has finally captured the Doctor! But they’re stranded together on a planet thanks to an unusual psychic forcefield grounding her ship. 

Tracing its source, they find a settlement that’s preparing for a festival in honour of their ‘queen’ in the mountain. 

When Cosmo is captured, the Doctor must decide whether to help her captor... especially now she’s discovered, thanks to local woman Herma, that the queen and her minions are vampires! 

The Fugitive Doctor: Dead or Alive has a guest cast including Raj Ghatak (Dead Set) as RAF pilot Mohinder Johal and John Dorney as Alexander the Great (reprising the role from the Lost Stories release Farewell, Great Macedon), as well as Terence Wilton (Doctor Who: Invasion of the Dinosaurs), Alexander Vlahos (The Confessions of Dorian Gray), and Clare Perkins (The Outlaws, Doctor Who: Redacted). 

Producer David Richardson said: “The distinct tone of the Fugitive Doctor stories is crystallised in this second box set. The Doctor is still on the run from her Division pursuer Cosmo, and caught up in events she crashes into – I certainly don’t think the energy and emotional highs of Tajinder Singh Hayer’s phenomenal Flying Solo would fit into any other Doctor Who range. 

“And John Dorney pops back as Alexander the Great – we had brilliant fun exploring a little thematic link to Farewell, Great Macedon in the Lost Stories range. Aaron Douglas’s The Junkyard Loop is wildly imaginatively bonkers, while Hereafter digs in deep in terms of character exploration. Of course it does – it’s by the legendary Tim Foley!” 

Big Finish listeners can pre-order Dead or Alive in a bundle with the previous Fugitive Doctor box set, Most Wanted, which was released in January, for just £36 (download only), exclusively here. 

All the above prices (including pre-order and multibuy bundle discounts) are fixed for a limited time only and guaranteed no later than 30 September 2025. 

Please note that Big Finish is currently operating a digital-first release schedule. The mail-out of collector’s edition CDs may be delayed due to factors beyond our control, but all purchases of this release unlock a digital copy that can be immediately downloaded or played on the Big Finish app from the release date.

-- FINALLY! Big Finish have released details regarding the second Fugitive Doctor boxset!

[simmerdowndee]

THE FOXBURY FILES EPISODE SEVEN: MEET THE PARENTS

Micah and I are on our way to the airport to fly home. I’m so excited for him to meet my parents. He’s so nervous, I told him not to be nervous. 

Micah: Are you sure I look okay?  Blake: Babe, you look fine. 

Micah: Do you think my tattoos will bother them? Blake: I have two tattoos Micah, they don’t care. 

Micah: Do they know I’m…. Blake: You’re what? Micah:.... not the same shade as you…. Blake: *Laughs* Blake: Well, to be fair, I am only a few shades darker than you.  Blake: Also, yes, they know. I would be shocked if my dad had an issue with it, seeing his mother is also the same shade as you.  Micah: I’m sorry babe, I’m so nervous. 

Blake: I see that. Babe, it will be fine, I promise. 

We get to the airport, and head to Brindleton Bay. When we arrive at the airport, the family car comes and gets us. 

Micah: You called an uber already? Blake: No, it's my dads driver, James.  Micah: You have a driver…. Blake: My dad does. 

We get our bags in the car and head to my parents house. Once we arrive, we get out of the car, and our estate manager greets us and helps us with our bags.

Micah: Who is that?  Blake: Melissa. She’s our estate manager.

Micah finally looks up to see the house. 

Micah: Holy fucking shit, Blake Richardson.

Micah: Emphasis on the rich.  Blake: Welcome to my family home…. *nervous laugh* Micah: Home? This is fucking hotel.  Blake: Let's get inside, it's cold. 

We get up to the door and Micah stops walking.

Blake: Babe, what’s wrong?

Micah: I don't think I fit in… Blake: What do you mean? Micah: I… are you sure they will like me? Micah: They are probably expecting some rich kid with a porsche. 

Blake: Baby, please.  Blake: They will love you because I love you. 

Blake: My parents aren't like most of the families in this neighborhood. I promise. 

Micah: I love you too. 

Blake: Lets get inside, I want you to see my bedroom!  Micah: I can imagine what it looks like if it's anything like you’re apt.  Blake: *Laughs*

[honeydais]

Hey friends! I returned a month later and brought for you a list of songs with which I associate the characters.

And with it you can determine my favorite characters :)

Jeff Woods ( Jeff the killer)— Psychosocial (Slipknot)

Americano ( Lady Gaga)

Lights out ( MSI )

Enemy ( Imagine dragons)

Liu Woods - Hayloft II (Mother Mother);

GOSSIP ( Måneskin )

Replay ( Lady Gaga )

Two birds (Regina Spector)

Lira Rogers - Looking at me ( Sabrina Carpenter )

Jane Richardson ( Jane the killer )- Telephone (Lady Gaga)

Bloody Mary ( Lady Gaga)

Bad girls ( M. I. A. )

She wants me dead ( Cazzette i AronChupa )

Jane Arkensaw - Genesis (Grimes)

The mess you made ( AJA )

Nina Hopkins ( Nina the killer ) - Mamma Mia (HUGEL)

Vicious ( Bohnes )

Criminal ( Britney Spears )

Take your shirt off ( Millionaires )

Toxic ( Britney Spears)

Nina Hopkins(new) - Toy ( Netta Barzilai )

Slumber party ( Ashnikko )

Troublemaker ( Olly Murs )

Jack Nairas ( Eyeless Jack)- HURT ( 1 800 PAIN )

Ate my heart (Lady Gaga)

Valentino ( Olly Alexander )

Devil town ( Cavetown ) 

Mama ( My Chemical Romance)

Benjamin Lauman ( Ben drowned )- That That ( PSY )

Don't try sucide ( QUEEN ) 

Tobias Rogers ( Ticci Toby )- My alcoholic friends ( The Dresden Dolls )

Teenagers (My Chemical Romance)

Mama's boy (Dominic Fike)

Blow ( Kesha )

Natalie Ouellet ( Clockwork )- People I don't like (Upsahl)

NO ( Meghan Trainor )

Haunted house ( neoni )

Seventeen ( Marina and the diamonds) 

Tim Wright - GRRRLS (Aviva)

Older ( Isabel Larosa )

House of memories ( Panic! at the disco)

Brian Thomas - Guys don't like me ( It Boys )

Don't trust me ( 3OH!3 )

Kate Millens (Haze) - She homeless (Creep - P)

Helen Otis ( Bloody painter)- dump dump (mazie)

yes & no ( Paige Duddy )

She likes a boy ( Nxdia )

Dina Angela Clark ( Judge Angel )- Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land ( Marina )

Mary on a cross ( Ghost)

Bloody Mary ( Lady Gaga)

Jonathan Blake ( The Puppeteer)- Drunk-Dazed ( ENHYPEN )

Lost in the fire ( Gesaffelstein )

Look what you made me do (Taylor Swift)

EYES ON ME ( asteria)

Ann Luzen Mia ( Nurse Ann ) - Take a hint (Elizabeth Gillies and Victoria Justice)

Sweet dreams ( Eurythmics)

Primadonna ( Marina )

Emra Amelia Aldridge - Dance to forget (TryHardNinja)

Cake ( Melanie Martinez )

Oh no! ( Marina and the diamonds)

Material girl ( Madonna)

Zero - Hole-Dwelling

Hermit the frog ( Marina and the diamonds)

Jason Meyer ( Jason the toymaker )- DARKSIDE ( neoni )

Super Psycho Love ( Simon Curtis)

Sexy dr_g ( Falling in Reverse)

Jealously, jealously ( Olivia Rodrigo)

Louis Vuitton Body Bag ( Jeffree Star ) 

Laughing Jack - Lonely (Palaye Royale)

Happy face (Jagwar Twin)

Backstabber ( Kesha )

Bad feeling ( Jagwar Twin )

Laughing Jill - Lone Digger (Caravan palace)

What are you watching for?  (Gwen Stefani)

Applause ( Lady Gaga)

Maniac ( Michael Sembello ) 

Shoot him down! ( Alice Francis)

Candy Pop - HIP ( mamamoo )

Nathan Nobody - Gladiator ( Jann )

Beautiful is boring ( BONES UK )

Mammamia ( maneskin )

Sally Williams - Who is she?  (I Monster)

Dollhouse ( Melanie Martinez)

Tag, You're it (Melanie Martinez)

Lazari Natalie Svong - I hate my mom ( GRLwood )

Lucille Tiffany Greatfield( Lulu ) - Tag, You're it (Melanie Martinez)

How do you sleep? ( AJA )

Slenderman - I didn't find the right song 

[stmichaeldeorleans]

Orphanages where Michael stayed: Oklahoma City Good Sheppard of Hope Catholic,  St Agnus of Dallas, twelve main orphanages with outlets in Dallas,.. Ellyson Home for Children Dallas, ...Dallas Child Development Center Analysis and Orphanage,..Catholic Orphanage in.Yukon, Ok., Taft School near Littlerock, Ark..., " Arbeque" with the clinical name, owned and managed by Dr Joseph Arbeque M.D. Psychiatrist,  Imagination Dragon of New York City,  plus 14 other places where children can stay in NYC., then The Spicer in Germany, ...then The Loughe of Paris, France. 14 places in Paris, France....12 in Germany.  ��Michael Duerksen is " The Black Rose " of Germany, Tuscany and France and " The Black Pearl" of France.  Also " The Only Gift Child according to Illuminati Wisdom", "The Edge of Nightshade", " The Dark Fairy of the Night", " The Sacred Red Rose of Infiniti ", " The Son of the Evil Wickerman", " Buttercup of Remembrance". " Karen " Mariah" " Taylor (?)" Siguer Taro Telo Rothchild", " Mariah Rothchild Montasort, Redi LaMont, Snafa Al Ghul, Tilly Ting Evertyting C. Grant,  Mara /Mario Silo Parmiese Devereaux,  Michael Alluese' Silo Parmiese Devereaux, Tuolo Paoli Marcheti Luchia Geyford, Tonie Gilbraltor Luchia, Rachel  " The Saint" Luchia, Rosalie Luchia, Michael Duerksen Steinem Vanderbilt Montrose, Mike Duerksen Huntford Carlton, Carry Cardin Carlton, Carlotta DeBakey, Patricia DeValley DeGeneres, Michael Duerksen Gurley, Michael Lauren Hatch Bacall,  Michael Duerksen Bancroft Castilano May,   Mary May Ham Rothchild, Cassandra Gilbert Der Rothchild,  MaryAnn Richardson Rickert Weiner Rothchild,  Marie Rothchild Harrington, Marie Rothchild, Marie Marianette, Marie Rothchild Hall, Arthur Michael Ann Rothchild Bach, Ms.LaGuardia, Ms. Costello, William Preston, Eric Dathan, Matilda ( Michael ) Avager Rothchild Ponti,  Arthur Michael John Commencia, Michael Arthur Ann Rothchild Snelson Streisand, Carolina Michal " Muriel" Hemingway Winters Rodgers,  Isabelle or Emilia Duarte Galveston Rothchild Darlington, " Emmanuel Bogotta Rothchild" ( donor), Maria Angelus Mata Hari Rothchild, ( donor), Michelle L. Rouchefourde Phillips DeSousa DeMentos,  Phillip Newman Morris, Michael Newman, Angelina Isabelle Rothchild Childress ( donor) , Michael Rothchild Burnett, Princess Rothchild Luchia Hampas, Princess Maria Diedra Lyons Windsor, Michael Jean Paul Getty, John Robert Robin Blake,  Princess Maria Guttenburg Furstenburg Oldenburg Mountbatten DeGeneres ( Lafite), " Prince of Tides ", Princess Marissa Oldenburg Hamburg, Jack Michael Bouvier' Kennedy, Michael Dean Duerksen Garland, Michael Duerksen Monroe, " Michael Briarcraft Hyatt", Michael Stouphlous, Michael Casa Linda, Michael Feingold, Michael Feinstein, Michael Forester Turner, Michael Dan Turner, Cicelia Rothchild Luchia Hampas, 

[willow-creek]

The Meadow of Oaths.

Through the eyes of Yves Huggo.

I’ve always imagined the better days that would come. When I could sit aside of you, palms upon the palms—we would talk through our beamed smiles. We spoke of all the places we would love to go if we could—at last. If I had known that these strings would be fractured and I shall be walking down with my dour, I would tell you that I’ve adored you more than anything.

The Overview.

Capricorn’s flaring stars have solemnized my fate at the very first time I encountered your gaze. The hook renders my breath to be doomed and came to the tail end. Parchment be opened, I shall conceal myself beneath the persona of Chae Hyungwon, which also be followed by Yoon Jeonghan and Blake Richardson (NewHopeClub). INFJ be carved and bestowed as my burnt-offering. The plate has Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, and Act of Service be written as a chant. Once in years, the odes also will be ushered through English, French, Italian, and Slightly Spanish, also— perhaps, those are what may beguiled BxG as the Dominant and all types of relationship in the Platonic Relationship.

[autumnscribbles]

Sleep Tight | b.r

pairing: y/n x blake richardson

summary: y/n reaches out to blake for comfort after a bad night

a/n: yay finally writing again!!! i’ve been in my nhc feels so if anyone has requests for the or the vamps i’d love that!!! i had 2 requests that were similar so i just sorta combined the 2, so i hope the people who requested this enjoy!! :)

                                                            ~

A scream left your body, jolting you awake as you flailed under the duvet laid neatly over your body. Your eyes scanned the room, looking for the person that was there in your nightmares, who you hoped was not real.

You knew it wasn’t, of course, but you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. You jumped when a shadow crept across the wall before realizing it was just a tree branch. Typical, just like a little kid in a movie.

You glanced over to the vacant side of the bed, wishing Blake was there with you. Both of you spent the night together most days, but today Blake was working late and decided to sleep at his place since it was closer to the studio than you were.

You checked the time, knowing Blake would still be awake, and dialled his number quickly, just wanting the comfort of his voice to help you get back to bed.

“Hey, love,” Blake answered almost immediately. “Is everything okay? Usually you’re asleep by now.” “I had a bad nightmare,” you sighed, knowing you sounded dumb. “I know it sounds silly but I just wanted to hear your voice to get it off my mind.”

“I’m here for you,” he said, his voice soft on the other end of the line. “Can you give me just a few minutes I’ll be right back.”

“Sure,” you replied, nodding to yourself. “Take your time.”

He hung up quickly, leaving you in silence again. You knew he was busy, so you were just going to wait for him to call you back, assuming he was finishing something up. You stepped out of bed, the cold ground hitting your bare feet as you padded down to the kitchen to have some tea.

You put the water on and leaned against the counter, trying not to be hyperaware of every small noise or shadow you saw. You kept whispering to yourself, telling yourself you were fine.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, nearly making you jump out of your skin completely. You didn’t want to answer, the vivid vision of your nightmare creeping back into your brain. You stepped slowly to the door, the kettle beginning to sing behind you.

You glanced out the peephole, scared of what you would see, but were instead faced by Blake.

You swung the door open, a sigh of relief leaving your lungs and rushed over your body.

“Holy shit,” you panted. “You scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry,” he chuckled, stepping in and pulling you into his arms, rocking you back and forth slightly. “I wanted to be with you.”

“You could have told me you were coming instead of creeping up on me like that!” you told him, rushing back to the kitchen to pull the kettle of the stove, grabbing two mugs from the cabinet.

“That would ruin the surprise,” he smirked, grabbing tea bags and plopping them into the mugs you had placed on the counter.

“Well, thank you for coming,” you smiled, unable to help it. “I’m really happy you’re here.” You each grabbed your mugs and went back to your room, ready to lie back in bed and sip your tea to help you calm down. The breeze was blowing through the open window, the shadows of the curtain dancing across the wall. The moon was bright tonight, lighting up the room. You climbed onto your side of the bed, Blake getting in next to you, placing his mug on the bedside table after taking a sip.

“Come here,” he muttered, opening his arms for you to fall into.

You obliged, lying into him and nestling your head on his chest. His hand ran up and down along your arm and back, relaxing you instantly, the nightmare almost completely out of your mind.

“You didn’t have to come,” you whispered. “I would have gotten back to sleep eventually.”

“I know,” Blake responded. “But I wanted to come, make sure you got back to sleep feeling better.”

“Thank you,” you grinned, trying to get closer to him despite the fact there was no space between the two of you. 

He began humming quietly, knowing that always helped you sleep when you were struggling. Your eyes fluttered shut, feeling the vibrations of his hums from his chest, calming you further.

His humming turned into sing, his soft voice filling the room, removing any previous feeling of fear, replacing it with serenity. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face, Blake still moving his hands across your body sweetly. 

When your breathing deepened and slowed, Blake continued to sing, glancing down at you lovingly. He loved singing you to sleep. As much as he hated when you had nightmares and were scared, or couldn't sleep because you were stressed, he loved being the one to calm you down and finally get you to sleep.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead as he finished the song, pulling the blanket up to cover you further, watching you fall into deeper sleep.

“I love you,” you muttered half asleep.

“I love you more,” Blake smiled. “Sleep tight, darling.”

[5sos-seavey]

Rollercoaster - Blake Richardson

Blake Richardson Blurb

Request: from @blissfulblake - okay being a fan of nhc and going to a theme park and YOU LEGIT SIT NEXT TO BLAKE AND IM-

Warning(s): none

Tags: @kvd963, @peachybeachyqueeny, @bessonbear, @0totally-tubular0, @katie-avery, @tigerreece, @jonahmaraisstuff, @blissfulblake, @caswinchester2000 (if you wanna be tagged let me know)

A/N: P/N IS PARK NAME SO YOULL JUST BE AT WHICHEVER ONE YOU WANT OR WHATEVER :) also SURPRISE HI school rn is kinda slow sooo this is what happened, all these requests are from the summer, don’t know how fast they’ll get done but it’s a start :) enjoy

You and two of your friends decided earlier in the week that since the weather was gonna be nice you’d spend the day at P/N. When you got there it was 10:30am and the plan was to stay as long as possible, do the water park, any and all of the rides on repeat plus some lunch and possibly dinner. You were so excited because this was only the beginning of a great weekend; tomorrow night you’d be going to the New Hope Club concert with the same friends you were at the park with. They were on tour and next stop: your city! But right now you were focused on today, not wanting to spend all your New Hope Club excitement before the concert.

Through the day you and your friends went on as many rides as you could, waited in lines for what seemed like forever and even stayed at the water park for over an hour. It was now 3:30pm, but you and your friends were not worn out yet somehow. So maybe some New Hope Club excitement was brought to P/N, but the three of you couldn’t help it. “Oh my god,” Y/F/N excitedly yelped, “imagine if Blake, Reece and George were here today!” You looked at her like she was crazy, “yeah right! I highly doubt they’d come here with all these people and have the possibility of being crowded by fans when they’d wanna have a fun day.” Although it was something that seemed great, especially because maybe you could meet them, you weren’t about to get your hopes up. Your other friend piped up, “yeah, I think Y/N’s right. Let’s just have fun for us for the next couple hours, and then we can freak tonight and tomorrow over the boys.” Everyone agreed and you continued with your day.

On every ride the three of you would take turns as to who would ride alone, which would sometimes lead to sitting next to a stranger, but most times not. It was your turn again and it was to be one of the last rides of the day. When the worker lined you up, you noticed you were gonna have to sit next to some random person, but you didn’t pay much attention to them and kept talking to your friends. When you went to be seated on the ride you started to get a little nervous, and the person beside you seemed to notice, “hey you alright?” You turned your head to the boy with the accent and could not believe who you were sitting beside: Blake Richardson. But you had to play it cool, “oh. Uh, yeah, yeah, I’m okay just nervous,” which was more true now that it was before you looked at him. “Honestly me too, my friends behind us,” he pointed and there sat Reece and George, “dragged me on, against my will you could say,” he laughed as he spoke. You laughed along with him, “well no going back for us now.” “Guess it’s time to close my eyes,” Blake said as the ride took off.

The whole ride was filled with screams from you, and many from Blake. As it came to an end and was slowly pulling back to the start, Blake turned to you, “um I don’t mean to sound uh, cocky, I guess? But I’m in a band and I have a show in the city tomorrow, and I’d like it if you could come, you know if you want?” You laughed, “yeah I’d love to, especially since I already had planned on going with my two friends in front of us.” “No way! Great! Well since you already have tickets, I could get some backstage passes for you at the box office? And then we can see each other again,” he sounded awfully nervous as you were getting out of your seats and started walking to the exit gate of the ride. “Oh wow, yes, of course! I’d love that, and I’m sure my friends would love that! I’m Y/N by the way,” you told him. “Blake,” he laughed, “but you probably already knew that,” you laughed along with him nodding. You could see your friends losing it a little so you decided to introduce them too, “these are my friends, Y/F/N and Y/F/N.” “Nice you meet you,” Blake said and shook their hands and hugged them as George and Reece were catching up to the four of you. “This is Reece, and this is George,” he said to the three of you and then turned to the boys, “these lovely people will be coming to our show tomorrow and coming backstage as well.” “Awesome!” “Cool,” Reece and George said at the same time. “We should get going boys, great to meet the three of you! See you tomorrow,” Reece spoke. Before the walked away, Blake hugged you and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” smiled and waved as he walked away. “See ya,” you replied and waved, with a huge smile on your face. Once the boys were out of sight, Y/F/N sang, “someone’s gonna date a boy band member!” Your other friend laughed at this and your face turned a light pink, “yeah right!” But that was kinda sorta what you were hoping.

[calmasf]

Dating Reece Bibby would include...

Him dedicating songs to you

Travelling together and exploring new cities together

Being a photographer and him modelling for you

Always taking loads of pictures at his shows because you love seeing him on stage

Lunch dates and dinner dates and basically going out together as often as you can.

Always mocking each other’s accents because he’s northern and you’re southern

Introducing him to the young kids in your family and falling in love with how cute he is around them.

Him surprising you by coming home from tour early for your anniversary and turning up at your front door with roses.

His family loving you and your family loving him.

Him admitting to his mum that he thinks you’re the one he’ll marry.

[triptuckers]

Out of love (Blake Richardson)

Request: Yes: could you write sth in which blake is really cuddly and soft and maybe there’s some angst as well..? thanks x Pairing: Blake Richardson x reader Summary: Blake spends a lot of time with one of his friends. Normally, you wouldn’t mind. But this friend happens to be a girl and she happens to be very close to Blake. Maybe a bit too close. Warnings: It’s a bit angsty in the beginning, fluff at the end!! Also a few swear words here and there but nothing too much. Word count: 1.8K A/N: Since all know Blake has a lovely girlfriend, Bailee, I want you to know that this is not because I don’t like Bailee!! I respect their privacy, and it’s their decision. This is fiction. To the lovely anon who requested this, I hope you like it. It’s about 1:30 am here and I have so many things to do tomorrow someone tell me why I didn’t go to sleep earlier. Enjoy reading!! 

 Another text from Blake. Another text saying he would be home late. He would be “hanging out with a friend” as always. You knew what friend he would be hanging out with. The one he always hangs out with. Bailee. Ever since the two of them met, they are inseparable. At first you didn’t mind. Blake could have female friends. You could have male friends. Hell you and George and Reece would hang out all the time if you joined the boys on tour. But there was something about Blake and Bailee that didn’t feel right. They were always sitting close to each other. Their shoulders were always touching. They were always hanging out. There used to be a time in which Blake would hang out with you all the time. Not with Bailee. Now you just get those texts. You drag yourself off the couch and head into the kitchen. 

Another night you would probably spend alone. You open the fridge and get yourself a drink. Sitting down on the counter, you get out your phone and unlock it. The text from Blake pops up. You sigh and turn your phone off. As you head back to the couch, you let yourself fall down on it. Normally, your nights would be spend watching Netflix with Blake, or just cuddling with him. It looks like the second one isn’t an option so you get out the TV remote and start up Netflix. You mindlessly scroll through the shows and movies, landing on a show you are actually supposed to watch with Blake. But he never has the time. He’s always on tour. Or hanging out with “friends”. You can’t help but to feel a bit jealous and sad as you put on the show. You would do anything to hang out with Blake like you used to. It’s not that you didn’t like Bailee. She’s really nice and a good friend, but you couldn’t help but wonder if Blake and Bailee were just friends.

Someone knocks on your door and draws your attention away from the TV. While watching, you had completely lost track of time. The person knocking on your door couldn’t be Blake. Since you are living together, he has a key to the apartment so he could just walk in. The person knocks again. You sigh and pause the show. You walk over to the door and open it, revealing Reece and George. You smile tiredly.

‘Hi boys.’ you say as you step aside to let them in. You walk back to the couch and sit down. The two of them sit down as well and you notice the worried looks on their faces. ‘Everything alright?’ you ask. ‘Why’d you come here?’ ‘Well, we tried calling you but you weren’t answering. And we tried calling Blake but he wasn’t answering as well. We just wanted to hang out. George got bored.’ explains Reece. ‘A bit, yeah.’ admits George. ‘So that’s why we figured we’d drop by.’ You smile. At least they cared about how you were doing. ‘That’s sweet.’ you say. ‘To be honest, I was bored as well. I’m glad you guys came by.’

Meanwhile Reece is looking around the room, clearly searching for something. You look at him with slightly raised eyebrows, to ask him what’s wrong. ‘Where’s Blake?’ he asks. You inhale deeply and shrug. ‘Hanging out with a friend.’ you answer. You can’t help but sound sarcastic as the words leave your mouth. George frowns as he looks at you. ‘What’s with the sarcasm Y/N?’ he asks and you sigh. ‘Blake’s been hanging out with friends a lot. And I know that means he’s with Bailee. And I just, I know it sounds silly, but it makes me feel alone. And a bit jealous, if I’m honest. He’s always spending time with her and not with me. I go to bed when he’s not home and when I wake up he has to go to the studio, or some interview, or god knows what. I barely get to see him.’ you tell Reece and George. You know you can tell them anything. You’re kind of glad they brought it up. Now you can finally talk to someone about it.

‘Have you talked to him about it?’ asks Reece. You shake your head. ‘Have you talked to Bailee?’ asks Reece. You shake your head again. ‘What am I supposed to say to him, Reece? Hey Blake, why are you always hanging out with Bailee instead of me? Have you fallen out of love with me? That’s not going to work anyway.’ you say. ‘He’s always away, remember?’ you add sadly.

‘You think I have fallen out of love with you?’ says a voice behind you. You turn your head and see Blake standing by the door. You didn’t hear him come in. The sight of him breaks your heart. He has the saddest look on his face as he’s standing there. He nods sadly. ‘Right. Got it.’ he says and his voice breaks. You quickly get up but Blake walks past you into your shared bedroom and he slams the door shut. You stare at the wood.

‘Fuck.’ you whisper. You raise your hand and knock on the door. ‘No.’ is all Blake says. But he sounds so sad, so broken. You feel tears in your eyes. ‘Blake?’ you say softly. ‘Honey, give me a chance to explain.’ Blake doesn’t respond. You knock on the door again. ‘Blake, please, let me talk.’ Still nothing from him. You feel the tears in your eyes and let them stream down your face. Of course he had to come home at the wrong time. How much of your conversation with Reece and George had he heard? You knock again. ‘Blake, please, just let me in. Let me explain. Please, I didn’t mean it.’ you say. The door finally swings open. Blake’s not just sad anymore. He’s angry as well now. 

‘Did you really think I fell out of love with you?’ he asks. You look up at him and quickly wipe the tears from your cheeks. ‘No, of course not, I-‘ you begin to explain yourself but Blake interrupts you. ‘I heard you say it. Seconds ago. And now you’re fucking denying it, Y/N?’ he says. ‘Blake I-‘ you try to explain yourself but he interrupts you again. ‘Save your excuses! I’ve had enough Y/N! You know you are my one and only and as far as I’m concerned, that hasn’t changed. But maybe it will.’ says Blake. He’s standing close now, looking down at you, clearly more angry than sad. 

‘Give me a chance to fucking explain myself!’ you yell frustrated. Blake crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows at you. ‘I’m listening.’ he says. You realize this might be your only chance so you begin explaining it all as fast as you can. ‘I didn’t mean to, Blake, really. I’m just a bit jealous and I guess I’m a bit sad that you’re always away hanging out with Bailee instead of me. I spend night after night by myself instead of with you by my side. And it hurts to see the man I love spending his time with another girl. And I am totally okay with you spending time with your friends. And I’m okay with you having female friends. I just wish you would be home more often. Because when you’re on tour, I spend enough nights alone. I don’t want to spend nights alone when you’re home.’ you explain. ‘Just don’t forget about me.’ you say softly. A tiny smile appears on Blake’s face.

‘Is that a smile?’ you say as you look at him. ‘Aren’t you still mad?’ ‘I could never forget about you, love.’ says Blake softly and he raises a hand to wipe away your last tears. You smile and lean into his touch. ‘I’m sorry. I overreacted.’ says Blake. ‘I’m sorry I got mad and yelled at you before you could even begin to explain yourself. I will spend more time with you, I promise.’ ‘Thank you.’ you say. Blake leans in and kisses your forehead before pulling you in a hug. You hum approvingly as he holds you extra tight. You close your eyes as you hold on to Blake.

‘Thank god that went well, I wouldn’t have survived your breakup.’ says George’s voice out of nowhere. You pull your face out of Blake’s chest and look at your two best friends sitting on your couch. You totally forgot they were there. ‘You wouldn’t have survived if we broke up?’ questions Blake and he chuckles slightly. George shakes his head. ‘You guys are my favorite couple. I am your biggest supporter, remember?’ says George and he laughs. 

‘I thought their biggest supporter was Blake’s mum.’ jokes Reece and he laughs as well. You shake your head as you smile. ‘Well, whoever our biggest supporter is, he or she can stick around for a while because no one’s breaking up with anyone any time soon.’ you say and you stand on your toes to kiss Blake. George and Reece pretend to throw up. ‘What happened to our biggest supporter?’ you say laughing as you and Blake walk to the couch. The four of you laugh as you get settled on the couch. ‘Love, do we still have those pizza’s?’ says Blake. ‘I believe we do.’ you say. ‘In the fridge.’ ‘Good. Because I am starving.’ says Blake and he tries to get up but you pull him down.

‘You are not going anywhere, Richardson. I think Reece and G would love to get us all some pizza.’ you say and Reece and George pretend to be mad but nevertheless they go to the kitchen to get the food. You cuddle closer to Blake and rest your head on his chest. ‘I’m sorry I got so mad at you, babe. I should have just talked to you.’ you say. Blake kisses the tip of your nose. ‘It’s all good, darling. I’ll be home more often. I love you. And I hope you know that.’ says Blake. You smile. ‘I love you too, Blake.’ you say and you turn your face to kiss him. You close your eyes as Blake holds you close. Just as he deepens the kiss, someone interrupts you.

‘So are you guys still interested in pizza or are you just interested in each other?’ says Reece’s voice. You blush and hide your face in Blake’s neck. Blake laughs and kisses your nose again. You smile and press a kiss to his neck. Blake was right. He wouldn’t just forget about you. Let alone fall out of love. You had spent months away from each other when he was on tour, or when you were busy with work or school. It had to take a lot more than that to break you up.

 A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Jo

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I can make your wish come true. Consider me your Fairy Godmother lol

[pers-books]

Paul McGann stars in the forthcoming full-cast audio drama box set, Deadly Strangers, which includes a story by the writer of his very first adventure, the 1996 Doctor Who TV movie.

The Eighth Doctor (Paul McGann) and his companions Charley Pollard (India Fisher) and Lady Audacity Montague (Jaye Griffiths) have three brand-new audio adventures in store in The Eighth Doctor Adventures: Deadly Strangers, due for release in December 2024. 

The Doctor, Audacity and Charley visit many times and places, always with the best of intentions. But others have a different agenda.

An alien princess takes an interest in Puccini, a visitor to Iceland causes chaos, and a lethal interloper slips into the dreams of a sleeping population. Some strangers have deadly intent...

The first of the three stories, Puccini and the Doctor, is written by Matthew Jacobs, the screenwriter of 1996’s Doctor Who: The Movie. Jacobs was the first person to write for Paul McGann’s Doctor and this audio drama marks his first time penning any Doctor Who media since then.

In Jacobs' story, the TARDIS arrives in Milan at the turn of the twentieth century, where the time travellers encounter legendary opera composer, Giacomo Puccini (voiced by Tim McInnerny, known for Blackadder, Game of Thrones, and Doctor Who: Planet of the Ood). But the Doctor’s not the only alien around with an interest in the music of love. 

Doctor Who – The Eighth Doctor Adventures: Deadly Strangers is now available to pre-order as a collector’s edition 3-disc CD box set (+ download for just £22.99) or as a digital download only (for just £18.99), exclusively here.

The three new adventures for the Eighth Doctor and his companions are:

Puccini and the Doctor by Matthew Jacobs Women’s Day Off by Lisa McMullin The Gloaming by Lauren Mooney & Stewart Pringle

Producer David Richardson said: “How brilliant to have Matthew Jacobs return to the series to write Puccini and the Doctor – a man so dedicated that he woke up at 4am in Los Angeles to listen in to our studio recordings! He’s given us a lovely and imaginative tale, which feels very much in the spirit of the Eighth Doctor TV movie.”

Matthew Jacobs said: “This is the first time I've written a Doctor Who adventure since 1996. The Doctor is such an integral part of my life, so it's been fascinating over the years to see it grow and grow. Paul has kept the Doctor alive at Big Finish in a marvellous way and he has become so much more sophisticated as a character than when we were starting.   “I was over the moon when script editor Matt Fitton asked me to put together a story. We discussed that this version of Paul's Doctor is a bit closer to the TV movie Doctor – inquisitive, not as embittered as he gets through the Time War.   “The idea that stuck out was one where I got to deal with some unfinished business from the TV movie. In the movie, the Doctor says how sad it was that Puccini never got to finish Turandot, and it was the bane of his life towards the end. I wanted to tell a story to do with the nature of how we use music and how we search for love.”

Big Finish listeners can save money by pre-ordering Deadly Strangers in a multi-buy bundle with the previous Eighth Doctor Adventures box set, Echoes, for just £44 (collector’s edition CD + download) or £36 (download only) exclusively here.

All the above prices include the special pre-order discount and are subject to change after general release.

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A Conversation

Requested? nope.

Pairing: none

Warning: just angst and death

Song Preference: A Conversation - OST Mary Poppins Returns

Blake's P.O.V

"Kids, please get ready for school now." I sigh and look at my kids who are arguing with each other whilst eating breakfast.

"Daddy, he won't give my pencil back!" my only daughter yells before chasing her brother around.

"Give your sister's pencil back. It's not yours." I say in a stern voice. It doesn't seem to work, though. I suddenly hear the school bus honking. Oh shit. My kids are going to miss the bus. I hurriedly pack their lunches and get their bags ready. I go outside and tell the bus driver that my kids won't be joining the bus ride today. He grunts and drives away.

Geez.

My wife knew how to handle these things. I guess domestic life isn't really for me. Some dads can do it, but I can't. It's difficult.

The kids are always mad at me and I can't do anything right anymore. I'm always late for work even though I always wake up early. I can't get all the kids ready for school and I can't seem to get them ready in time for the school bus which results to me driving them to school. After dropping them off, I stay in the school parking lot for a few minutes to have my weekly emotional breakdown. After that, I go to work.

*

If my wife were still here, she'd probably laugh at me for being so uncoordinated with house stuff.

We used to do everything together, but ever since she was gone, I felt so alone. Though, my friends would tell me that she was here in spirit and that she's guiding me. Well, it's just hard to ignore the fact that I really am alone. When something goes wrong at my job, I've got no one to turn to. My kids are growing up and I understand that they can't always be with me.

As a parent, that hurts. It hurts knowing that your child won't need you anymore, because they've got their own lives now. That's why I try to spend time them as much as I can.

*

My wife and I were blessed with three beautiful children. We love them so much. They're our precious little ones and we'd do everything we can for them. But I guess, it's just me now.

My eldest son is a very curious lad. He keeps asking questions and I think that's okay, because the smartest people always ask questions. It also helps a person learn more. At twelve years old, he knows more than the other boys of his age.

My ten year old daughter is a ballet dancer. She's really good, but I haven't seen her dance live. It's always my wife watching, because I'm constantly at work. It breaks my heart knowing that my daughter still hopes for me to come every time she has a show, but I don't show up. Well, she won't need to worry about that now, because I'll be the one who'll watch all her shows. Although, I still need to get the hang of tying her hair into a bun, or just tying her hair in general.

My youngest son is five years old and he's at this stage in his life where he keeps asking 'why?'. My wife used to answer all of them without hesitating, but now that it's just me who's around, I don't know what to answer him. Half of the time, I just make stuff up even though they don't make any sense. I just hope he doesn't remember them and I hope he won't tell them to someone else.

I miss having a decent conversation with all of them, but ever since my wife died, it's always been quiet. I've tried asking my children about how their day went, but they kept giving me one-worded answers.

It breaks my heart when my children won't talk to me, but knowing that my children aren't open with me, finding out that my children are closer to their mother than I am, and that my children won't even trust me? That pains me the most as their father. It pains every parent in the world, not just me.

Yet, I still love them even though they aren't affectionate towards me. We only have each other and I'm their only parent left. Whether they like it or not, I'm staying and I'll do my best to be the best father and hopefully they can treat me as a friend too; like how they treated their mother.

*

My wife died, because she was ill. Even though she was ill, she still looked beautiful. The day she died, after the funeral, I cleaned up a bit in what used to be my wife and I's shared room.

I cleaned up her things in her closet and everywhere. I open her drawer and see a letter in her handwriting that's addressed to me.

I don't want to tell you everything she's written, because I might cry again. But, in the letter she told me that I should carry on with my life; that I should live normally just like I would if she were still around. Well, I've got no choice, have I?

Even though she's not here to hold me whenever something goes wrong and I'm upset, I can still hear her voice in my head telling me that everything's going to be okay. She was the smartest woman I know and it's a shame that I won't even get to grow old with her. God took her away from me so early, but I guess they needed another guardian angel upstairs.

When it's my day off, I go to the cemetery to visit her grave after bringing the kids to school. I talk to her knowing that she would listen, she was always listening. I can feel her presence whenever I'm there alone or with the kids. Even though it's been a year of her being gone, there's still one question that bugs me a lot.

I'm at the cemetery now. I dropped the kids off at school and I've decided to ditch work, because I'm so tired. It's been a year, but I still can't do it alone. After all, you can't learn overnight.

I sit in front of her grave and casually talk to her about what's been happening and I just keep updating her even though I know that she's been watching us from wherever she is.

After being there for almost two hours, I get ready to leave and rest at home. I look at her grave one more time and whisper the same question I ask again and again, "Where'd you go?" but I never get an answer.

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[just-my-type-x]

Lover of mine- Brad Simpson imagine

Warnings: a bit of smut

Brad left the house in a hurry, smashing the door on his way out. Y/n stood in silence on his couch as she watched the man she loved most leave her, with her love confession.

They were best friends, "were" because y/n didn't know if each other's presence would feel again like a friendship after this day.

It was raining in Cornwall, the sea was restless, foamy waves crashing at the shore, splashes hitting the sidewalk next to the beach. Y/n spent the night at Brad's after his "welcome to the new house" party, along with Tristan and Nat, Brad's sister. As they were still eating their breakfast, she got uo from the table and took her cuo of coffee next to the window, hoping to get more relaxed if she watched the rain fall down, but it was stormy outside. Nothing could calm down her anxiety and fear of her own feelings. Feelings that later that day would burst out like untamed lions, ready to end everything in their path.

"You ok?", Nat asked while grabbing her cup of tea and walking towards y/n

"Yeah, just thinking", she took a sip of her coffee and looked at Nat, her best friend since she met Brad. It was more of a battle between her and him, y/n couldn't decide who's her best friend. Maybe they took turns. Worry could be read in her eyes and Nat had a worried look on her face. Glancing one time towards the boys who were collecting the dishes from the table, she whispered to Nat. "I think i might tell him today.", y/n bit her lip nervously and tighten the grip on the cup

"I'm so happy you finally want to make this move", she put a hand on her shoulder as a comforting move, but y/n sighed deeply

"I don't know what to say about that. I mean last night he acted like my boyfriend. He would hold me by my waist, he would whisper things in my ear. Some of his friends even asked me if we're dating. But now, i just think the mood was set right and the drinks we all had. "

"You also feel things for him for such a long time, darling. Why don't you take a break from hiding your feelings? Once in your lifetime. You did the same with Reece and found out a few months later from an interview that he liked you.", they both laughed and walked towards the couch.

"Girls, imma get going. I have some stuff to do in London and it's a long way there.", Tris announced, while grabbing his backpack to pack his party clothes. "Nat, you coming? Or are you spending more time with your little brother?", he asked, accentuating the word little, to which Brad made a funny face

"I'm coming with you actually, i don't want to take the train. Give me a second to pack"

"Let ms help you", Tris and Nat left to the guest room to take her stuff, and Brad sat on the couch next to y/n, laying on her, his head resting in her lap. She giggled and manage to reach the table to put her cup down.

"Your tits are suffocating me", his muffled words came from under her and the sudden realization made her take her initial sitting position.

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to do that", she laughed along with him and instinctively, she entangled her fingers in his hair. Brad was watching her carefully, looking at her face like she was a princess from a story from when he was a child. Brad thought that only fairytale princess would look so beautiful,but he had in front of him a queen.

"You're so concentrated", he laughed, trying to make himself forget the thoughts he had

"I'm not. I'm relaxed actually"

"If this is how you look when you're relaxed.. You need to watch some videos of people making face expressions. That, my love, is not relaxed.", they laughed and turned their heads when Tristan and Nat showed up in the living room.

"Why are you so red in your cheeks?", Tris asked and y/n felt herself get redder as she realised she was blushing because of how Brad called her.

"Brad is way too warm and I'm already hot from the coffee", she lied, but she felt a hidden smirk on Tristan's face. They left soon after and the quite house reminded y/n of what she intended to do that day.

Jesse appeared in the living room and came to her to be smoothed. She kneeled down in front of her and started talking to Jesse, playing with her and caressing her belly.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your play, but the other love of mine has to go outside and pee", Brad laughed and threw a jacket on himself, approaching Jesse to put her the leash. Y/n coughed and ran a hand through her hair.

"Since when am i your love? Not that i mind that but it's weird"

"I like calling you like that, especially because we're so close, i feel like since you're my best friend i can call you all sorts of things". He smiled innocently, but she stayed quite and pressed her ass on the edge of the counter top, looking at the ground. "Are you ok?", he asks concerned and comes closer to y/n and tries to cup her face in his hands

"Bradley, i have to tell you something"

"Tell me everything, love", his soft palms were holding her soft cheeks, feeling them burn under his touch. This closeness was too much for her, she was melting in front of him and he enjoyed every bit of it.

"I'm fucking in love with you"

Y/n said it in one breath, taken aback by the fact that she managed to say it so quickly. Brad took a few steps back, almost stepping on Jesse, who was as shocked as Brad and y/n; it's like she could understand the situation.

"I'm sorry, what?", Brad asked and his soft features changed

"I fell in love with you. In the past few months, maybe in the past 2 years actually. And i couldn't keep it like that. I had to tell you", she said, feeling stupid all of a sudden

"Ok but this isn't right"

"What do you mean? You were literally about to kiss me earlier. That's how close you were to my face", y/n felt powerless

"yeah but i would never think of that. We're friends, nothing more", Brad said and took the leash, storming out of the house with Jesse, slamming the door.

Y/n waited restless in the house for Brad to come back. She kept looking out the window, hoping she would get lost into the view of the sea and the grey clouds that looked like they were touching the water.

She made herself another coffee, hoping it would calm her down.

After a while, she hears the downstairs door and then heavy footsteps on the stairs. Her heart was pounding out of her chest, afraid to see Brad's reaction. He opened the door and Jesse ran towards her with her favourite toy in her mouth, leaving it at her feet so y/n could throw it around the house. She did once, then walked towards Brad.

"Please say something Bradley"

He put his jacked in the hallstand and turned around to look at her. He devoured her eyes with his, hers full of sorry and his full of disbelief of what just happened. Brad walked past her, to his mini fridge and grabbed a beer. She followed him into the kitchen, waiting for a word from him. He was resting his hands on the counter, head down, while y/n was biting her nail nervously.

All of a sudden, Brad turns around to face her, taking big steps to the place where she was standing.

"I love it when you call me Bradley", he said and smashed his lips on hers, grabbing her waist to bring her closer to his body. Hot and frustrated, both moaned into the kiss, as Brad slipped his tongue in her mouth. His hand travelled to her ass, grabbing it and pulling at the material of the leggings she was wearing. "And you're killing me with your clothes, that make your body so much desirable", he started kissing down her neck, nibbling at her soft skin, leaving red marks on his way. Y/n had her hands in his hair, pulling at it so she could lift his head to kiss him. The kiss os more passionate than the first one, Brad's erection more proeminent than before, the feeling making her moan.

"You're so hard", she said, looking deep into his eyes, while palming him thorough his pants.

Brad let his head fall backwards, a loud groan escaping his soft, beautiful lips.

"Make me harder", y/n gasps at his words and gets on her knees, to Brad's surprise. She unbuckled his pants, ready to take them down. "Wait, before that", he stopped y/n and grabbed her chin with his hand. "as much as i like you on your knees, ready to take me whole in your mouth and make me finish in maximum in a minute turn me on, i want to talk about earlier."

She chuckled and got up, leaning in the counter as Brad approached her and glued their bodies together, his hands holding her waist.

"i panicked and i didn't know what i wanted, but coming back home after the walk and seeing you wait for me so impatiently.. I realised that if i want someone in my life, they have to be there for me in every case possible. And i think you've seen every case possible during our friendship. You've always been there for me. And i also think that I've been in love with you for such a long time now, i didn't even realise. "

"It's ok, love. I think i would've done the same." she assured him and leaned in for a kiss. Brad met her halfway, tasting every drop of love.

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Date: Thu, Oct 5, 2023, 5:58 AM

Subject: Names 2023

To: Michael Duerksen <frenchcoat2021@gmail.com>

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