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Pierre Niney＠Matias Indjic - APOLLO Magazine No.20.

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TOM HUGHES AS JOE LAMBE ! ( THE GAME )

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Tom Hughes as Prince Albert in Victoria (ITV).

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Why is he the embodiment of the ":D" emoji?

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The Sanctity of Innocence | G.D. [ONE]

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N has never really feared the unknown. However, when she moves in with her mother and her boyfriend, she gets more than she bargained for when the house comes with an unexpected guest who, sometimes, she can hear but cannot always see.

Warnings: Mature Content

Words: 7.3K

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The air felt thick with tension as Y/N followed her mother into the rickety, creepy-looking household which floorboard’s groaned after every step she took. The plethora of dust lining every possibly crevice made her slightly cough and wheeze, but she continued on up the old stairs that felt as though could give out at any given moment. All in all, this place was a dump.

“Mom, why exactly are we here?” she questioned in a monotone voice, just as her mother stopped at the top step with a light smile on her face.

Her mother, Juniper, turns to her with a particular brightness in her eyes as she answers, “I’m checking to see what possible renovations could be done.”

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[nowherenorris]

OH MY GOD!!! 🥺

[bittywitches]

I’m obsessed with the college roommates concept— maybe you’re feelings lonely and kinda sad abt ur love life one night and Grayson offers to take you on a date just for fun as friends but then ~feelings~ happen ☺️

Umm do you mean that one episode in season 8 of friends where Joey takes out pregnant Rachel and gets his crush on her??? Bc yes :))

It’s probably just been one of those weeks, you know? An assload of assignments, tests and exams every other day, most of which you’d completely bombed and were feeling shitty about. You hadn’t had more than 5 hours of sleep a day in like a month, you’d been living off of microwavables and instant noodles, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a sip of water since all your energy has been from coffee. And the kids in all your group projects this semester? Idiots. Selfish pricks. Every single one of them.

So it was needless to say that you were just in one of those moods. It was a Friday night, so things had slowed down enough, finally, but it also finally gave you some time to let yourself think, and god it was not great when you had to think.

It had started as just one of those basic thoughts; “What am doing? Where is this going?” which lead to “Why am I even in college in the first place?” Ending with “Oh my god I’m wasting my life and I’m gonna be alone forever”.

By the time Grayson had made it home that night, you were huddled up in the living room sofa under a blanket, your laptop open in your lap and snacks all over the table a couch while “Isn’t she lovely” by Stevie Wonder played on your phone as you tried your best not to burst into tears at the thought of never finding a boyfriend.

“Whoa, I don’t remember getting my invite to this slumber party.” He laughed, kicking his shoes off and throwing his bag onto the single sofa next to yours.

You slumped your shoulders. “It’s not a slumber party, it’s a pity party.”

“Oh?” He sat himself down on the sofa. “Who for?”

“Me, who else?” You wallowed, stuffing some more popcorn into your mouth.

“Why, did you get marks back?” He asked, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, a bit concerned at the volume of popcorn you were putting into your mouth with each bite.

“No, but what’s the point? I already know I’m doing bad.” You slumped backwards into the couch, just wishing you could be swallowed by the pillows and cushions.

“Hey,” He placed a hand on your knee, looking at you seriously now. He knew you. Your general melt downs he was used to, but this was different. He could tell something was wrong. “You okay?”

You sighed, grabbing your phone off the counter and pausing the song so you could think straight. “You don’t wanna hear about it.”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”

You sighed, slipping your legs out from under you and dangling them off the couch. “Okay, um..” Grayson’s hand had fallen away, and you suddenly felt like rubbing the spot on your leg where it had been. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve just been so busy lately, and it’s just gotten me thinking about my life in general. And how I haven’t gone out on a date in like…” You had to stop and think, and started laughing after a few seconds. “In so long I can’t even remember. Wow, god.” You sunk back into the couch. “I miss dating.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “Yea?”

“Yeah, you know,” You waved your hands around vaguely. “The whole excitement of it. Getting to dress up and look all nice. Feeling all pretty.” He tilted his head at you, and you shook your head and laughed. “But you know, not that I need the reminder. I’m obviously hot as fuck.” You gestured to yourself, highlighting your nest of hair and your stained sweatshirt. You waited for him to laugh, but he just continued to look at you with that weirdly deep expression.

“What?”

“How about I take you on a date?”

You blinked at him, then started to chuckle, confused. “Huh?”

“You know, as friends. But I’ll give you like, the whole experience.”

You almost spit at that. “The ‘whole experience’?”

He rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. We’ll get all dressed up, go out to a nice place for dinner or something.”

You sat up now, your eyes narrowed at him. “Why?”

“Why not? It’s a friday. If you have stuff to do you can always do it later.”

“You know where that mindset gets me, Dolan.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun.” He smiled. “Plus, you deserve a fun night.”

You scoffed. “Yea, but not with a boyfriend or anything. With my roommate.”

“You think you could do better?”

“Incredibly.”

“God just shut up and go change.”

You laughed. “I— You know what? What the heck.” You got up, and he did with you. “Ah, okay!” You gave him a quick squeeze before running to your room, and his eyes followed after you, a gentle smile on his lips.

…

He’d done the whole shebang. He got dressed in a nice dress shirt and clean black jeans, something you’d actually never seen him wear before. He’d somehow gotten you a bouquet of flowers, which, you weren’t even sure where or how he’d gotten them, because you couldn’t have taken more than twenty minutes to get ready. Nonetheless, he truly was the gentleman you had never expected. This was Grayson, the guy you watched old disney movies with and cried with during finals. He was the one you’d eat whole pints of ice cream with and play The Last of Us with and helped you master. He certainly wasn’t the one who was supposed to be complimenting you on your dress and taking you out to nice dinners. But here he was, doing just that.

He’d parked his car and was now escorting you inside this tiny but upscale italian restaurant, simple but elegant. As you entered through the glass door, the dazzling chandelier above the waiting area along with the gorgeous red sconces blew you away.

“Grayson how did you get a place like this on such short notice?” You whispered to him, gripping his arm, a bit intimidated by all the fancy folk waiting inside.

“I know some people.” He responded, a small smile on his lips.

You slapped his arm. “As if, you don’t even know the name of the Starbucks barista on campus.”

He rolled his eyes. “Can’t you let me be cool?” You stared at him waiting for the response, and he sighed. “This place is fairly new. Not that many people know about it yet, so it’s pretty easy to get a reservation.”

“How’d you know about it then?”

“Found it when I was looking for a place to take Sarah to.”

“Oh my god that girl from your Kinesiology class?” You looked at him with wide eyes and a grin on your face. “No way! I didn’t think you’d grow the balls to ask her out.”

“Hey,” He said, but you laughed. “Well, I haven’t exactly asked her yet. I was just checking it out.”

“Well either way, she’s going to love this place, it’s so extravagant.” You made it to the front and Grayson informed the woman standing there of his reservation. She escorted you both inside and brought you to a table next to one of the windows. She’d dropped off two glasses of water and menus for you both to look at in the meantime. You peaked at the one in front of you, and your eyes grew again.

“Gray, did you happen to look at the prices before coming here?”

“Don’t worry, I’m buying.” He flipped through his casually, as if he wasn’t exasperated at the large numbers printed on the cards.

“Are you serious? What are you, made of money?”

“Hey, I promised you a fun night, right? I can make a few sacrifices.”

A young man came up to your table, and you both gave him your order. You ended up choosing the cheapest thing on the menu, because a) you didn’t want to be too much of a burden on Grayson, but also b) you barely knew what any of it was anyways. He left, you both chatted for a bit, and he returned with your meals, both of them being some sort of pasta that you were a bit embarrassed about not knowing the differences between.

Grayson didn’t really know that much either, to be quite honest, but for some reason he felt the need to impress you with this place. And he was pretty giddy about the fact that it was working.

But throughout this, you had kept staring at him, frankly a bit shocked at the whole situation you both were in. You had to shake your head to get your thoughts straight, but ended up giggling. “So, you always this sweet with the girls you take out on dates?”

He bit his cheek, but decided to play along, lowering his fork and leaning in towards you to hear you over the chatter in the restaurant. “Why, you interested?”

“No, just curious what it is that Grayson Dolan pulls to get a girl.” You crossed your arms on the table, on elbow propped up with your chin resting on your hand. “Tell me, you have any moves?”

He laughed. “What, that I just use with every girl?”

“Don’t act so modest. There’s gotta be something. What gets them drooling?” You asked a playful smile on your lips.

He rolled his eyes, taking a bite of his food. “Okay fine, um.” He cleared his throat. “It usually starts out the same, I ask them about themself. Where they’re from, what they do— like, okay. What do you like to do in your spare time?”

You snorted. “Are we doing this? Are we playing this out?”

“Yesss, go with it.”

You laughed. “Okay, uh well. I like to paint sometimes.”

“Yea? What kind of stuff?”

“Well I used to do more traditional stuff, my parents were really into those pretty realism paintings. I’d do flowers and fruits and whatever, but every since, I guess junior year of high school, I’ve been doing more pop art pieces? And a lot more self-indulgent stuff. And I…” You trailed off, realizing you were rambling, but also realizing that Grayson had his soft eyes fixed on yours.

“What?”

His eyes widened a little, as if you’d shook him out of a daze, and he chuckled. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just, uh... “ He smiled. “Your eyes are really pretty.”

Your face flushed a little bit, and you looked away from him, taking a sip of water to use it as your excuse. “Ah, thank you.”

He shook his head. “Anyways, so do you still do pop art now? Or has it changed since you’ve started college?”

You blinked at him, then covered your mouth as you opened it in slight shock. “Wow, that was really good.”

He laughed. “Yea?”

“The eye thing was good on it’s own but to know you were actually listening to me? I’m impressed.” You nodded in approval.

He tilted his head, chuckling. “Thank you, thank you.” He took another bite of food before continuing. “So what about you? You have any moves?”

You snorted again. “Gray, I barely go out on enough dates in the first place, much less enough to establish any moves.”

“Why are you always so modest? You can tell me you know.”

You laughed. “Yeah duh I know, but I’m genuinely serious this time. I don’t get asked out all that often.” You shrugged. “It’s why I get excited when I do get to go on dates. It’s fun.”

Grayson was the one who couldn’t help but stare now. He blinked at you, unable to really comprehend what you were saying to him. How could people not want to ask you out? You were incredible. Looking at you now, your hair up in a dainty bun, a few curls falling down the sides of your face; your pretty off the shoulder dress that matched your deep magenta-maroon lipstick. And he wasn’t lying about your eyes, they really were so pretty. They sparkled, even more so when you were laughing. Which was usually accompanied by your scrunched up nose, making you look like a cute little bunny. He smiled at the thought, as he loved seeing that expression on your face.

“Huh.” he said out loud then, not realizing when it was he had starting noticing your small actions like that so much.

“What?” You asked, looking up at him, and suddenly, seeing those same eyes he always saw staring at him, he felt almost light headed. His face felt warm, seeing you look at him like that. He was almost afraid that you could see what he was thinking. But why would that be a problem unless…

Grayson slowly widened his eyes. Did he seriously have feelings for Y/N?

“Nothing, sorry.” He said with a smile, looking back down at his food. Sure, he’d always thought you were amazing. You were gorgeous, sure, and you made him laugh. And yea he loved hanging out with you, watching movies and playing video games, and he adored being your roommate, having late night conversations and spending all your free time together…

He wanted to mentally smack himself in the face. Shit, he had feelings for you.

This was going to be a long night.

[nowherenorris]

She got ✨carried away✨and I got ✨desperate for a part 2✨.

[graysonsbailey]

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put this in the louvre

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

hi! i don’t wanna put any pressure on you or anything this is totally up to you but would you ever consider writing a boxer!grayson fanfic/concepts/blurbs? i love ur writing and hope u have the best day💖xo

The week before a match has always been the hardest. Grayson could easily lose himself in the long training sessions and dehydrating himself to keep a certain weight for the match.

Tensions are high, his temper short and conversation scarce.

When he started boxing, it was meant to be a vent to get out all his anger and ease his mind. As a temperamental man by nature, Grayson struggled to keep a clear head and the anger? It was always in him. It felt like poison eating away at him, rotting his heart.

Whether he liked it or not, Grayson alienated everyone he cared about. In time, even Ethan was gone. Grayson didn't hold it against him though, genuinely happy Ethan had moved to Australia with the love of his wife, a baby on the way. There was no bad blood between them, but the distance took a toll.

That's how he found himself alone, using a punching bag as his therapy. Knuckles are safely wrapped, his vision blurring with the sweat getting into his eyes. His hair is falling on his dampen forehead, sticking. Every punch brings more pain – the kind you can't heal with a band aid and the kind you'd never see just by looking at the handsome boxer.

The world sees him as a man-whore who spends his millions on women and cars, but he was empty – just as empty as the bottom of every bottle he got to. Drinking is bad, he knows that. Hell, he preached that every day to younger generations, but he found solace in it – solace in the ability the drinks had to knock him out at the end of the day. Dreamless, alone and never sure he'd wake up the next morning.

Biting his bottom lip, Grayson groaned as he used all his strength, slamming his fists into the bag, imagining it's him. He wished he could beat the bad out of himself, to start anew. He wished for a new life, a woman by his side – the kind of happiness his brother had managed to secure.

It's ironic – Grayson was the brother who wanted a family and kids with the house on a beach in Australia and Ethan, the brother who wasn't sure he'd ever want to get married got exactly what Grayson wanted.

With one last punch, Grayson sent the bag flying, the chain holding it breaking with the forceful impact and while he was used to finishing his sessions in the same manner, the surprised gasp he heard informed him someone else hadn't.

“Who the fuck are you?” Grayson grumbled, turning toward a girl who was trying to remain inconspicuous, keeping to the shadows.

“I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!” His roaring voice caused the girl to step back, frightened.

“I just wanted to talk.” She managed to say, breathless. She didn’t seem to falter in her wish to do so.

“This was a closed session.” Grayson lowers his voice, noticing the girl is uncomfortable, but he still couldn’t see her face. “I don’t appreciate strangers around when I train.”

"Sorry," the girl shivered as Grayson approached, his usually dark eyes filled with anger.

"Don't ever. Do that. Again," he growled; his eyes completely turning black. He wanted to make sure she deleted any footage if she took some, but when she steps closer, he’s the one losing his breath.

“Y/N?” His eyes widen, finding it hard to believe she had come to see him. After almost a year of no contact, Y/N, his best friend, had come to him.

“You don’t seem well, Gray.” Her concerned tone breaks him out of her spell and he swallows thickly.

“It’s the stress of an upcoming match. I’m fine.” He shrugs it off, dragging his forearm across his forehead to clear the sweat. He didn’t know if his heart’s speed was due to boxing or seeing Y/N, but the ache in his chest was certainly her doing.

“Is that why you can’t look me in the eye? You forget I know you.” She licks her lips, stepping closer with caution. She could admit Ethan had sent her because he was drowning in guilt of leaving, but she wanted to see him again. Even if the last time she saw him was also the time he broke her heart and told her to leave and not come back.

He often spoke in anger, things he never really meant. It was something she was used to, but she couldn’t take any longer. So, when he spoke the unforgivable words, she listened. For once in her life, Y/N listened and to be here, stand before him? That was the hardest thing she ever had to do.

“You’ve been gone for a year. You know shit about me now.” Grayson spat, turning halfway away from her to find his water bottle.

“And whose fault was that?” She purses her lips, leaning against a wall with an unreadable expression on her face. Well, he could tell she’s annoyed, but that was a constant for her in his presence. She had learned to hide her feelings away and in a way Grayson was happy she did. It was far too easy to read her in the past and he knew it would bring her a lot of grief in the past.

“You chose to leave.” Grayson counters, his frown deepening and yet her scoff made him soften.

“You told me leave and never come back! If you ever watched that big mouth of yours, you’d realize the shit you say hurts! It pushes people away and if you keep telling them to leave, they eventually do!” Y/N never intended to shout, but he always had a way of pushing her buttons.

In the past, Y/N was the calm to his storm. She could easily diffuse any situation, set him back on the right pat. She was the one girl Ethan truly believed could ever fit his brother’s temper. She was perfect for him in every way. But Grayson was determined to prove his brother otherwise and he managed to do so when she checked out of his life.

“You know what?” Y/N chuckles dryly, raising her arms in mock surrender. “I’m done. I shouldn’t have come.” Turning on her heel, she had expected to walk out, her mind at peace. She told herself she tried and that was more than enough – more than she owed him. In fact, she did it to remind herself why she was right to walk away, but the last thing she expected was for Grayson to run after her, taking her by her elbow and spinning her to face him.

“Please don’t.” He whispers, barely forming words as he chokes up at the thought of watching her walk away for the second time in his life. He made the mistake once, he didn’t plan on repeating it.

“Don’t what?” She didn’t make it easy on him, daring him to stop running and just admit he needs help.

“Don’t leave me.” Grayson manages, his grip on her elbow growing tighter, nearly painful.

“Why not?” Unblinking, she fixes her gaze on him, awaiting for any reason to stay. She had so many reasons to go, too many to count, but only one would make her stay and it was the cause of their last argument.

But he didn’t say it. He didn’t utter a single thing, simply releasing her elbow as she pulled back.

“You’ll never be able to say it, will you?” She narrows her eyes at him. Eyes that once looked at him with devotion and longing had turned hard and haunted. “You threw the words around so easily back then, but you could never tell me the same.” Shaking her head in disappointment, Y/N’s eyes fall to his wrapped hands, taking notice of the way he wrapped them.

Once upon a time, she wrapped his knuckles. She was his lucky charm. She was the girl who loved him so easily, without a doubt, but he never loved her back.

“Good luck. I truly hope you find what you’re looking for.” She wraps her arms around her, as if she’s comforting herself.

Grayson watched her leave, staring at her disappearing figure as he felt loneliness creep up on him again. He had traded everything for his career, Y/N included.

She’s right, he threw the L word around so much that it lost meaning. And perhaps he did love her, but could he give her anything more than a maybe? It didn’t feel fair to drag her back in his life only to break her heart again.

Y/N deserved better, Grayson decided. For the first time in years, he did the selfless thing – he let his good luck charm go. It didn’t feel good, but it felt right.

Drawing a deep breath, Grayson closed his eyes and hoped one day she’ll see that letting her go was his way of saying “I love you”.

[nowherenorris]

My talented twin 🥺

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[immured-soul]

Me: *Speaks in one language*

Also me: *forgets words in it and switches to another*