Six months ago, everything changed. Widowed and alone, Dean Winchester is determined to pick himself up and move on, so he goes back to his job as a bodyguard for Singer Protective Services. His first assignment? An actress receiving death threats, an actress with an uncanny resemblance to his wife.
You don’t want protection, don’t need it. Especially from someone as cold and impersonal as Dean Winchester. You’re not afraid of a bunch of stupid death threats, you just want to be left alone to live your life.
Two people, two very different lives. Who will be the first to let the armor slip?
Characters: Dean Winchester, Female reader, Bobby Singer, Tiny, Sam Winchester (mentioned), Georgia (OFC), Melissa (OFC-mentioned)
Word Count: 2936
Warnings: language, mentions stalking, death threats, mentions of blood
Author’s Notes: This was written for two challenges: @impala-dreamer One Prompt for All (had to be Dean x Reader, no more than 3,000 words, and the prompt: “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to kill me.”) and @luci-in-trenchcoats AU & Things Challenge (I chose Bodyguard AU). I’m not gonna lie, a lot inspiration for this came from the Whitney Houston/Kevin Costner movie The Bodyguard.
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When the latest batch of episodes leaked I could not for the life of me get over how different Blue Diamond was from how she seemed in The Answer. I mean look at this shit
In her story, Garnet portrayed Blue as as a calm, cold, ruthless queen who would had no issue with ordering Ruby’s death on the spot for stepping out of line, that’s a pretty far cry from the big moping blueberry that we got here.
Now you can go and say that this was before Pink Diamond was shattered, but look at Blue’s court. It’s all bluish and pinkish gems with none of any other color, and the rubies assigned to Sapphire didn’t have a diamond on their uniform to show who they were working for. This was right after Pink Died!
Now take a moment to rewatch how Garnet acted when Blue Diamond was involved. Garnet was scared, mortally terrified of Blue, to the point that she didn’t want to get anywhere near her.
Do you think someone this terrified could really have given an accurate recollection of what happened on the day she was sentenced to death?
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t doubt for a minute that Blue called for Ruby to be shattered, but I don’t think it was because Garnet broke some insane interracial love taboo. No, Blue had her sister’s murderer right there in front of her, and Sapphire had confirmed that she would face judgement…
AND THEN RUBY FUCKED SHIT UP!
Does this mean Blue Diamond was right to have Ruby executed? Fuck no it doesn’t, but all the same Blue here isn’t the insane, bigoted, love-hating tyrant that Garnet told us she was. She’s a deeply hurt, deeply flawed individual in a position of power struggling to hold it together after she watched her sister’s killer escape justice because a bumbling guard distracted everyone!
So yeah, she may still ordered an execution, but give Blue a break. At least half a break. This definitely was not in cold blood.
Description: The reader is helping Peter with his English essay when he comes to the startling realization that his best friend is really pretty. Peter goes to Ned for advice shortly thereafter because he’s confused about his new found feeling for her.
Author’s Note: Wow, Phoebe’s back at it again with another Peter Parker fanfic. What a surprise… Anyways I hope ya’ll enjoy this and let me know if you think I should do a part 2. I got inspiration for this fic from one I read last year and liked. As always, my requests are open so feel free to send me a message with an idea for a story if you want.
“Okay Peter, so the key to writing an analytical essay is to
examine how certain aspects of the story make it what it is. You should always
ask yourself why the author chose to do this instead of something else and how
that effects the story as a whole. Get it?” (Y/N) explained, tapping her pencil
against the notebook laid out in front of her.
Peter nodded slowly while jotting down some quick notes. “I
think so. Can you give me an example?”
“Sure. Uhhh…” (Y/N) leaned back into her chair and started spinning
slowly. “So the story To Kill A Mockingbird, it takes place in Alabama during
the 30’s. The setting is really important because it adds significance to the
events of Tom Robinson’s trial. That’s why Harper Lee chose that specific date
and place. Okay?”
Peter put his pencil down and shut his notebook. “You’re the
best English teacher I’ve ever had (Y/N),” he said with a smile.
She grinned and stood up out of her chair to stretch. “I try
Parker,” (Y/N) yawned, extended her arms above her head. “Anyways I better get
going. I’m supposed to have dinner with my parents’ friends tonight. How do I look?”
she asked, facing Peter.
Peter swiveled in his chair and looked his best friend up
and down, examining her every feature. That’s when his posture suddenly went
rigid and his mind started whirling.
Summary: Dean Winchester doesn’t think he can fall in love. But every time he thinks of the way he’s around her, the way she makes him smile even in the darkest of days, he starts to believe that maybe, just maybe, he’s wrong.
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader
Word count: 2315
Warnings: Hmmm. Like the tiniest bit of angst. Drinking as a coping mechanism (not healthy, but this is Dean we’re talking about, so, you know…). And fluff, guys. So much fluff.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @supernatural-jackles Jen’s SPN Birthday Challenge. My sweetest friend, Jen, happy birthday (even if I’m a few days early) and thank you so much for letting me participate. I loved working on this one.
My prompt for this was a gif that’s inserted into the fic. The story is very much based on Chris Stapleton’s Tennessee Whiskey (which is the most amazing song ever and has Dean’s name all over it *cough* the glorious Jensen Ackles has covered that song and it’s a dream*cough*)
Special thank you to my twin @ravengirl94 because she is the best best-friend and writing guru in the world (and because she kept me sane these past few weeks). You’re the best, twin.
Thank y’all for bearing with me. Enjoy <3
had always liked bars.
He liked the way
they looked, deep mahogany booths and age-speckled lights making him feel at
home in places that had seen their fair share of stories, the way that distinct
scent of cigarette smoke and aged whiskey clung to his clothes afterwards, like
it was a piece of him.
He liked the inverted
bottles that were pressed along the walls, the beer and the whiskey and the
bourbon, and the way it burnt down his throat and made him feel something, anything, on those nights he was far
too numb and far too broken to believe he was alive in the first place.
used to be Dean’s poison and fuel anyway; it cleansed the impure parts of him and kept
him going when he felt like there wasn’t much to keep going for.
And then she came along.
Y/N waltzed into
his life years ago, when she’d shakily shot the werewolf that had kidnapped her
right in the heart, and, ever since that day, she’d somehow managed to wove
herself deep into the fabric of his existence.
(They communicate by feeding ideas into the paladin’s brains so no talking out loud here whatsoever for them lions)
• Sometimes Lance’s homesickness is so strong, Blue gets worried and would relay the feeling to Red and the other lions so they can mind communicate it to the team somewhere in the castle.
• Keith would always be the first to find him.
• Red would always save Keith whenever he’s in trouble or hurting but she also makes him feel guilty about not being careful by making him feel the team’s worry and fear through the lions especialy Lance’s.
• Red and Blue would sometimes talk about the wedding.
• Sometimes Green and Yellow would pitch in. Black wants all of them to have flower crowns on each head. She wants pink, baby blue and purple hues on hers.
• Red: What is a flower girl? we didnt have that on altea. Do we make a famale wear a flower costume?
Blue: Would Dear Pidge be a good flower girl, Green?
Green: I would bet my left arm she would eject herself into space before u could ask.
• When Lance and Keith were still pining, they would either find Blue sitting/cuddling together with red and vice versa and they STILL wouldnt get it.
• Red once got so frustrated that when Lance went to her for secret bonding time, she picked him up and hurled him at Keith. (Keith actually held out his hands to catch him cos he’d be damned if he let Lance get hurt)
• They both stayed hugging on the floor a bit longer than necessary until finally akwardly standing up and dashing to opposite exits with red faces.
• Blue congratulated Red on that move but it still wasnt enough so she went to grumbling in frustration while Blue tries to calm her down.
• Lance once called Keith in for dinner while Keith was doing maintenace checks in Red’s cockpit.
• She trapped them both in there while turning up the heat until Lance couldnt take it anymore and took off his jacket and shirt. Keith fainted. Lance assumed he was overheated and panicked. They got out.
• Blue did the same. Keith’s not good with the cold so Lance had to wrap him up in his jacket to keep him from shivering but ended up shivering as well.
• Until Keith quietly suggested it was ok to share body heat so they awkwardly wrapped each other in their arms until Blue finally gave up after an hour. (She wont risk freezing them to death for this)
• The other lions would feel the frustrations the other paladins feel for these two pining idiots so they sometimes chip in on helping out Red and Blue.
• Green was the one to telepathicaly disable the elevators one time.
• Yellow turned off the antigravity switch in the hangar once and they got to see Lance and Keith desperately holding on to each others hands so the other wont float away until help came.
• They argued who’s fault it was after that thinking that the other’s face was red because they were mad.
• Black can only sympathize with Shiro and shake her head in disappointment in time with him.
• Red really likes Lance, she really does but she’s still a bit bitter about past Lance flirting with every alien girl and making her baby jealous so she’s still a lil shit to him sometimes.
• Keith would sometimes sit in front of Red in the dead of the night worrying she wouldn’t want him to be her paladin someday because of his galra heritage.
• The feeling of a lifetime of loneliness and isolation would shake her so much she would accidentaly send signals of it directly to Lance waking him up and wondering why he’s crying.
• Blue once got angry at an alien trying to take (almost forcing) Lance home with him/her during a celebratory party. She physically intervened by stomping her paw in front of them and growled menacingly.
• Lance got a lil shook too and tried to calm her down after the the alien left running. “C-calm down girl I wasn’t going with them, t-they were telling me where Keith went but I guess they had different plans… thanks for helping me buddy…”
*during parties or supply runs Keith avoids being anywhere near Lance. See why in part 3*
• Blue relayed Lance’s longing feeling to Red back at the castle so she lifts Keith up and throws him out not letting him into the castle.
• With no choice he goes to the party dreading to see what he thinks he’s gonna see (Lance all over an alien girl/guy) only for Lance to find him first. “Dude! Where have you been?! Ive been looking all over for you jesus. The Poltanarks are taking pictures! You gotta be in there cmooon.”
• Keith will never forget how firm Lance’s hold on his wrist was throughout the night like Lance was scared he was gonna disappear again.
• When Lance and Keith finally got together, Blue and Red did a sublte high five. (that night, Red snuck out and scouted the 7 foot alien that was bullying her baby *see part 3*. By morning the alien was groveling for forgiveness at the castle doors.)
summary :in which you and Zoe are dying your hair and try to convince Connor to dye his.
request :“Could you write some Connor Murphy imagine where he is a virgin and the reader isn’t and it’s some smut.”
word count :7,007
warnings :boy oh boy is this gonna be a sMUT HNNGGGFFFF, y’all can’t have a smut w/o a hella lotta sexual innuendos, cursing, mentions blood?, ooc writing, rushed writing, terrible writing in general;;,,,,,
a / n : Inspired by when I dyed my hair and was super lazy per usual and stained my pillowcase. i’m such a sinner… Is it just me or did my writing change completely like halfway through it? idk it’s bad, sorry. Thanks for reading though. Any sort of support is sincerely respected: liking, commenting, reblogging, following, anything! Constructive criticism is always appreciated :) Much love.
“What the alien cult shit is going on?” Connor asked with a very pissed and very confused expression.
He had just walked past the bathroom when he saw his sister sitting on a chair with strands of hair sectioned off into tubes of tin foil. Y/N, his girlfriend was standing beside Zoe with purple hands. Purple? Blue? Indigo.
“It’s the devil himself,” Zoe said sarcastically.
“You little bi-”
“Zoe,” You cut off Connor rapidly, “if anything he’s a handsome devil.”
“…Fuck you,” Connor mumbled, crossing his arms, and leaning against the doorframe.
“Y/N, you’re gross,” Zoe groaned. You snapped your indigo stained gloves off.
“Grossly in love,” you sang, walking over to Connor and tapping him on the nose. His scowl softened just slightly. Zoe simply groaned.
“I literally cannot have a single day without sharing you,” Zoe slapped the bathroom counter with both hands, “Y/N, you’re supposed to be my best friend. If anything, you’re like my sister and that’d be super weird to think of my sister dating my brother.”
Warnings: NSFW – This has mature content guys. Sexual
themes, nudity, so if you’re underage don’t read.
Word Count: 1557
Author’s Note: Hi guys, so this was my first smut that I had
written for my previous blog. I deleted that blog and created now this one
after many months. I like this one shot and I thought of posting it again. I
hope you guys like it.
Oh and if
you’re underage please don’t read this.
if you’re going to be intimate with someone, please use protection and be safe okay.
don’t own the gif. All the rights go to the rightful owners/creators.)
IMAGINE: Both Mary and John know that (Y/N) has Sherlock wrapped around her finger. Sherlock, being Sherlock refuses to believe this. Can one dance change his mind?
[gif is not mine. a bit fluffy and ooc of sherlock (sometimes).]
He stood there bashfully, no not bashful but just not wanting to interact with people. He was watching her, like what he did with others. He deduced her and found her fascinating, he usually wasn’t attracted to anyone, he was a lone wolf with the exception of his brother and John. Why was he suddenly feeling this way?
He saw her dance with her colleague, maybe? Or her friend? Either way he was jealous and he did not like feeling this way. Although lately he’s been feeling jealous if there was a guy anywhere near her, or who looked at her like a piece of meat. He felt possessive over her.
She was beautiful today, like any other day. She was wearing casual clothes, her hair up in a bun and a smile that graced her face. How did he get to meet her?
“Hello you.” She greeted him as she walked up to him. “What are you doing here all alone?” She gave him a hug which he hesitantly returned.
“Hello. You know me, this is a good place to observe.” He waved his hand around and gave her a small smile.
“Well, stop observing and dance with me. This is a club, you know? You dance, you socialise and you don’t deduce,” she laughed, not at him but with him. “So, come on stop it and have fun!” Her voice went a bit husky at the end and he felt unnecessary blood flowing between his legs.
“Can I just sit here instead? I haven’t been to one of these, I don’t know what to do.”
“Alright fine,” she pouted, “but let me buy you a drink and we can socialise together.” She winked at him as she walked over to the bar.
He walked over to a free booth and sat down. ‘This place is odd.’ “She’s got you wrapped around your finger huh?” He heard John as he sat down next to him. “She’s good for you Sherlock. You both deserve each other.” Mary who sat next to him nodded enthusiastically. “See? Mary agrees with me.”
“What are you talking about?” Sherlock feigning innocence. “We are nothing but friends.”
“But friends turn into lovers Sherlock,” Mary put her input in, “and I can see the way she looks at you she feels the same way. That girl is enamoured with you.”
Sherlock couldn’t help but feel something stir inside him. ‘Well this is a weird feeling.’ “Wow, Sherlock Holmes speechless, that’s one for the books.” John teased him as he sipped his beer.
“What’s this? Sherlock being speechless?” He saw her as she tried not to tip over the beers she was holding. “Who managed to make him speechless? I want to personally meet them.” She winked at him as she slid over next to him.
‘She smells like fruit. Apple and grapefruit, not one of those really fruity smells, just the right ratio. And it smells heavenly.’ “No one’s managed to make me speechless.”
“Well, that’s sad.” She laughed along with John and Mary.
“How was your trip to the bar?” Sherlock asked, he wasn’t good at this. Never was. That’s why he stayed out of dating.
She gave him a confused look, “It was fun, I guess? I got a discount off the beers.”
He saw John silently chuckling to himself and gave him a glare. “Well, this is a great club. How did you find this?”
She shrugged, “It isn’t really a bar, more like a get together social thing.” She furrowed her brows and laughed. “I know, what a great description but that’s the best I can do. That’s why I’m friends with you, you’re great at describing things.” She winked at him and scooted closer to him.
“That’s why you’re friends with me?”
“Of course.” She linked her arms around Sherlock’s neck and nuzzled his neck. “I’m kidding. You’re a great man, there’s a lot more reasons as to why I’m friends with you but I can’t be bothered.”
Sherlock felt heat rush up to his neck and face. John raised one of his eyebrows at him. “Excuse me?” Sherlock and John’s stare were interrupted by a man. “Sorry to bother, but I was just wondering if you would like to dance?” He turned to her and offered his hand.
He saw her blush and felt jealousy creeping in again. “Sorry,” she briefly looked at Sherlock, “I’m feeling a bit tired and I just don’t feel like dancing.” She gave him one of her trademark smiles.
“Oh, okay then.” He gave her a brief grin and walked away.
Sherlock felt relieved and relaxed in his spot. The four of them talked on for about 25 minutes until she heard her favourite song. “Ladies and Gentleman now is the time to take your loved ones out to dance floor.” The song ‘One and Only’ by Adele began.
“I love this song!” She exclaimed as she jumped out of the booth. “Dance with me please?” She held out her hand to Sherlock who had an impassive look on his face. “I always dance to this song.”
John and Mary watched the scene unfold before them. They really did think that she was perfect for Sherlock. They complimented each other, very well infact.
Sherlock felt the odd sensation in his stomach again. It felt nice. He didn’t reply to her but just took her hand and led them to the dance floor. “I thought you were tired?” He held her waist as one of her hands clutched his arm and took his other hand.
“Can I tell you a secret?” She whispered into his ear. He nodded. “I just didn’t want to dance with him, I wanted to dance with someone else.” She rested her head on his chest.
‘This feels nice. More than nice. Indescribable.’ “Who?”
“Guess. You’re good at this.” She felt his chest rumble with a silent laugh. “Figured it then did you?”
‘Yes.’ He responded with a hum. ‘I could get used to this.’ He gripped her waist a bit tighter and she hugged him tighter.
John and Mary who were still sitting in the booth both smiled at each other and raised their glasses. “Who do you think will ask first?” Mary asked her husband.
“Her.” Mary laughed and nodded. “But the first to say I love you? Him.”
Okay so, I tried to keep this private last night, because I know that in no way this represents the whole of DEH stans, but I need to say this.
Last night I had the honor of seeing Dave Malloy as Pierre in Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812. Personally, it is my favorite show of the season, and the ticket was an end of term present to myself. (If you want a review of the show message me it was fantastic.)
Now, Dear Evan Hansen is in the theatre directly next to TGC. Normally that wouldn’t be an issue, but when I came out to the stage door last night, there was a handful of DEH fans who were being extremely rude and pushy to those of us standing in line for TGC. One girl wouldn’t stop getting in peoples faces talking about how TGC was going to lose, and the whole group (around 5 people from what I could see) was yelling and shouting for the 15 minutes I stood in line (I had paintings to drop off with the doorman.)
This is not what love of theatre is about. Tearing down another show, or even fans of other shows, is not the spirit of theatre. DEH is ABOUT the perils of bullying and ostracization, and to see this group of people acting so horribly made me incredibly angry.
Theatre is supposed to be a family, this is a small community, and if you are going to thrive off of being hurtful, hateful, and cruel, you don’t belong anywhere near it.
“Hey, Lance, why are you being so quiet? Not that we don’t enjoy it of course, it’s just strange.”
Do you even care?
“Oh, I’m fine, just tired.”
Why doesn’t anyone notice when I lie?
“God, dude, get some more sleep, you’ll be useless during a mission if you’re a walking zombie.”
I’m useless when I’m well rested.
“Hunk, help me in the lab, will you?”
You forgot about our plans so easily. Should I watch movies alone then?
“Shiro, you up for sparring?”
“Good thinking, Keith.”
Okay, I guess all the chores are left to me too, then.
“Well, I’m glad everyone’s found something to do now that the mission is over.”
No one asked me, but that’s okay.
After cleaning the healing pods, I sigh and clamber into Blue’s cockpit. She can sense my sadness because I can sense her worry and I just slink down into my chair and slowly begin to fade. I really like napping. When I’m asleep, I don’t have to be anywhere near my uncaring teammates or occupied best friend, or really reality in general.
Except, this time it’s different. I awake to the sounds of static popping in my helmet that’s a few paces away and Blue sounds panicked in my head. The blue holographic screen in the cockpit is stirring, despite me having not touched any of the controls. Why am I so calm? Maybe it’s because I’m slowly starting to not care about myself just like the rest of Voltron.
After a few minutes, it stops. Then, a person appears on the holographic screen and all I can do is jump in surprise. Even my reactions are lackluster and late. It’s an oddly human looking Galra man with long white hair and eyes that have pupils, unlike most Galra. He’s handsome, is my first thought, which is weird because he’s part of the species systematically destroying the universe but so is Keith and we fuck sometimes.
“Hey.” I say, surprised at how hazy the sound of my own voice is.
“Greetings and Salutations Blue Paladin!” The guy says excitedly with a wide grin. “It is I, Prince Lotor, heir to the Galra empire!”
I rub the sleep from my eyes with my wrist. “Neat, man. Anything you want?”
“Well, Blue Paladin, I’ve been observing you and I’ve come to proclaim my love.” He’s dressed like a royal might, with fancy purple and black clothes, embroidered expertly with golden detail. “So that you might accept my affections and come to realize your own you might be harboring for me!”
“Ay, well, that won’t exactly happen in one beat? But, hey, nothing better to do than talk to you, so.” I lazily shrug my shoulders and slink down further into my chair.
“Of course! I must make you fall for me so that we should rule the Galran empire side by side. How should I win your love, then, Blue Paladin?”
This is… kind of flattering. “I don’t know, we could get to know each other, maybe get a space Starbucks here and there. I’m tired. You’re not going to like… try and kill me so you can take my lion, right?”
His features tighten. “I should never! My father was a fool to violently and ruthlessly rule like a tyrant, thinking so moronically he could fair against Team Voltron. I seek to bring peace to repair the damage he has caused, though I fear it might never be truly fixed.” His pointy purple ears lower sadly.
“Oh. That sounds really nice. I wish you good luck, then.”
“I have been blessed by your good wishes! How long until you fall for me, Blue Paladin? How long until I at last have your love, my gem?”
Hm. I shrug again, hoping that the gesture is universal. “It depends. We just gotta talk and stuff, yanno? Like, it doesn’t happen right away, you have to work for it. Earn it. I don’t see why you think I’m special, though.”
Prince Lotor cocks his head curiously. “But, my gem, you are so beautiful, so unique, and the Blue Paladin, honored with piloting one of the five lions, tasked with defending the universe. Who wouldn’t think you are special?”
“Uh, you got it wrong.” I flush. It’s been… I’ve never really heard those types of words directed at me. I’d say it’s been a while, but no one’s this nice to me. “I’m more of an annoying, glorified errand boy, filling the place of the Blue Paladin until someone better comes along. I’m not actually skilled at anything except for screwing up.”
“Blasphemy!” He barks and I light up at his passion. “The place of a Paladin is not one that can be simply filled in! It is preserved for thousands of years and given only to those who are worthy! I’ve never met such a humble person in all my years. Do you not see how truly significant you are, Blue Paladin?”
Oh. He’s pulling all my heart strings apart. My eyes sting. “I know I’ll never be equal to my teammates, and I’m fine with it, so. I’ll just try to stay out of the way.”
“But, you…” His eyes grow sparkly and his face lovesick. “You’re perfect, Blue Paladin, with your shiny blue eyes and perfect complexion, resourcefulness and sharp shooting, even the way you can’t see any of that is gorgeous. I simply cannot wait to make you all mine.”
That in particular sends a shiver down my spine. “Uh, that’s - ”
“Ah, I must go, Blue Paladin!” Lotor exclaims urgently, waving his hand as faint sounds of footsteps sound on his end of the hologram. “Thank you for the lovely discussion, but I must bid farewell!”
“N- No problem. You can call me, Lance, though.” His face brightens with a smile just before the connection times out and Blue’s entire vessel returns to being dark.
She asks me what happened. All I can do is smile as my face goes pleasantly warm because I honestly don’t know what the fuck just happened.
I’m watching Grace and Frankie and Frankie says “my gynecologist says that you shouldn’t put anything in your vagina that you wouldn’t put in your mouth” and that she makes her own yam personal lubricant. Now, I’m all for good organic lube but when I googled this I came up with a bunch of recipes for lubricant that included things like honey and other sweet edibles. Which leads me to this reminder:
Do not put anything with sugars near your vulva! That is how you get infections because things like yeast and bacteria feed on it. Be careful when using food in your sex play because you don’t want to be getting many foods near vulvas. Do your research before you pull up a DIY and put it anywhere near your genitals.
It had been a week, a long week. Y/N was fired, the company did not want to be linked with the press that came with Y/N. She had been harassed, not just on social media, but the photographers were letting their hands wonder on her body, her dad could hardly look at her, her family wouldn’t talk to her.
She wouldn’t get out of bed, she wouldn’t eat. She would just lay there, wrapped in the white sheets, dark circles under her eyes, her usual bright eyes were dull, no emotions, no feelings, she would just stare at the ceiling, or stare at Harry.
He would bring food up to her, he would bring her water, snack, anything he could, but she refused them all. Occasionally she would drink and have a couple of chips, but it was rare, it hardly happened. He could hear her cries, he could feel her pain.
“Thank you so much for understanding James,” Harry says into the phone, leaning against the door way, watching her.
She was asleep, as usual, her eyes closed, lips parted as soft snores left her mouth, “I understand, we can find another week,” James says into the phone, “how is everything?”
“‘s not good,” Harry responds, “I offered to go to my mum’s, she could stay there for the week, and she said no, I just-I can’t leave her alone right now. It’s my fault.”
“You’re young, you’re doing what young people do,” James says, “sadly you just have the whole world watching you, watching her.”
“‘s not fair to her,” Harry frowned.
“You’re right, and it’s not fair to you, but it happened, it’s done. Now you just have to work through it, together,” James says.
She stirs in bed and Harry stands, “I’ll call you later, I’m so sorry.”
He hangs up, taking his spot next to her on the bed, and praying that she’ll wake up, that she’ll smile at him.
“Morning,” she croaks, sitting in bed, knees to her chest, Harry looks up from the door way, wrapping his towel around his waist.
“Glad to see you awake,” he smiled softly, grabbing a shirt.
She looks at the sheets in front of her, “it’s Gem’s birthday,” she whispered, “promised her I would go.”
“You don’t have to,” Harry says, “we don’t have to, she’ll understand.”
“I have to get out of this house at some point,” she says.
“My mum has been dying to see you,” Harry smiled.
She just stands, walking to the closet, “if it gets too much we can leave,” Harry promises.
Anne’s house is filled with family, Gemma’s work friends, and neighbors. Harry steps in first, he immediately feels her grip tighten on his hand, her other hand coming up to his arm as she holds on to him, hiding behind his tall and lanky frame.
“Harry!” Anne smiled, walking over, “oh Y/N! I’ve missed you,” she wraps her arm around her, rubbing her back, she steps back, “how are you doing?”
“‘m fine,” she mumbles, Harry grabs her hand again, bringing it up to his lips.
“She’s a though one,” Harry says.
“Y/N! You came!” Gemma yells, walking over, “oh I’m so happy you came.”
“Happy birthday,” she responds.
She keeps close to Harry all night, trying to not pay any mind to the others. They stand whispering and pointing, she even caught one person glancing between their phone and her, making sure it was the right person.
She felt naked, she knew she was dressed. She could feel the long sleeved dress hugging her body, she could feel the fabric, but it didn’t matter. Every one saw the freckle on her stomach, the one on her right breast, they all knew about the stretch marks on her lower stomach, they had all seen her. They had all seen every inch of her.
“I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” Harry says to her, “will you be okay?”
He tilts her chin up, concerned eyes on her, “yeah,” she nods, he presses a soft kiss on her lips and slips away.
“Y/N right?” a man says, he stands in Harry’s old spot, “‘m Fred, I work with Gemma.”
“Nice to meet you,” she whispered.
Fred steps closer, close enough she can smell the alcohol on his breath, “I’m Harry’s girlfriend.”
“I think you’re lovely,” he ignored her last remarks, placing a hand on her waist.
“Please get off,” she says, her heart racing.
His hand lowers to her butt, giving it a hard squeeze, she screeched. Shoving him off, or attempting but he doesn’t break, “get away from her,” Anne snaps, walking into the kitchen, “and get the hell out of my house.”
Fred steps back, holding his hands up, “Y/N, come here honey,” Anne says sharply.
Y/N walks over, standing behind her, “get out of my house, now,” Anne repeats, voice low.
“We were just talking Anne, come on we are all here for Gemma,” Fred chuckled, setting his cup down.
“I don’t want you anywhere near my family, that includes Y/N,” Anne hissed.
“Hey, she wanted it, those pictures were nice, I was just trying to compliment her,” Fred says.
“Get the hell out! I will not ask you again,” Anne yelled.
“Gemma don’t you want me here?” Fred asked, turning to the tall light haired girl who stumbled in, “right Gem.”
“He touched Y/N and if I have to ask again I will call the cops,” Anne sneered.
“Get out!” Gemma snaps, “this is your last warning or I will get Harry.”
“She’s just a little slut anyways,” Fred spat, shoving past her, hitting Y/N’s shoulder.
She stumbled but Anne grips on to her, helping her. Her once full of life eyes stay on where Fred had just walked out, Anne holds her, rubbing her arm, “don’t listen to him honey, please don’t listen to him,” Anne whispered in her ear.
“What an asshole,” Gemma hissed, embracing Y/N.
Gemma runs her hands through Y/N’s hair, “I’m so sorry Y/N, you didn’t deserve that, you don’t deserve any of this,” she whispered.
“I-I shouldn’t have taken them,” Y/N sobs.
Gemma’s eyes snap up as someone walks in. Harry stands, his eyes softening at the sight, Gemma keeps Y/N in her arms, rubbing her back, “we love you Y/N and those pictures didn’t change anything,” Anne says softly, “you have us, you have Harry, you’re family, those pictures do not define you. Who ever stole them is a horrible person.”
“I’m so sorry,” Harry says.
Y/N pulls away from Gemma, shaking her head, her hand reaching up to wipe the tears away, “it’s not your fault Harry, please stop blaming yourself,” Y/N pleads, “please.”
“It’s no ones fault,” Anne says.
“I’m sorry about Fred,” Gemma says.
“What happened?” Harry asked quickly.
As Anne explains the story Y/N takes the time to slip away to the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. She fixes the smudged mascara, wiping it away with toilet paper. She takes in a deep breath, trying to relax.
The door opens and Harry peaks in, a small smile on his face, “you’re moms kind of a badass, I’ve never seen her that angry,” she says, sniffling.
“That’s cause no one messes with her family,” Harry chuckled, closing the door behind him, “how you holding up.”
“I’ll be okay,” she promises, wrapping her arms around him, “I have a lovely boyfriend and his family for support.”
“We are pretty cool,” Harry says, a proud smile on his face.
“I don’t blame you,” she says, “I promise.”
“We’ll get through this together, and you know what, Jack was a dumbass in firing you, you were the best worker,” Harry stated, “we can get you a new and much better job.”
“And anyone who thinks these pictures are an excuse to grab you are sick perverts and will have to go through me, we are a team Y/N. You get hurt, I get hurt, we will work through this together okay?” Harry’s hands come to her cheeks, cupping them.
Do you have any Faberry or Bechloe fic recs? You write amazing fanfiction, so I imagine you probably also have good taste in them :D
aw thank you so much! as luck would have it… I do have fic recs for both of those ships! And, well, of course I think of myself as having good taste in fics ;)
I have made a few faberry fic recs in the past, and unfortunately, I haven’t found many more fics with them since then? Granted, I haven’t been as much in a faberry-heavy mood for a few months, so… yeah the fic rec lists are the same. You can find them
here and here.
As for bechloe… okay, well the majority of my favorite Bechloe fics are shorter stories/oneshots (which i believe is the majority of stories i’ve really seen) but granted, I haven’t gone through this entire fandom and scoured for fics like i have for faberry.
Experimentation - So, about that one little regret… (aka canon divergent from the second movie and Chloe’s tent confession also known as the slowest burn to ever burn)
this is like the classic quintessential bechloe fic, let’s be real. i’m sure you’ve already read it, but… the hands down best bechloe fic i’ve ever seen.
Exception - Chloe is Beca’s exception to most of the rules she’s set
herself in life. Which isn’t anywhere near as difficult for Beca to
accept as it should be.
Sure Would Be Prettier - There’s an entire world out there for Beca to see, and
she does. It’s filled with beauty and music and wonder, and it’s all
pretty breath-taking. But there’s always something missing.
You Still Make Sense to Me (Your Mess Is Mine) - “Chloe fills up all of the spaces inside her that she didn’t even know existed until Chloe was there.“orrrrr
the one where it takes a fake-engagement and being domestic as hell for
these two idiots to realize they’re in love. Set two years after PP2
and mostly canon compliant. Title taken from Vance Joy’s "Mess is Mine”
reality is a sliding door - There is a theory: every person has a moment in their
life where they make a choice to go left or right. From those
possibilities, two parallel lines form, running alongside each other;
two concurrent realities. Parallel lines never cross; they run forever next to each other without ever meeting.In one world, Beca Mitchell joins the Barden Bellas.In another world, she wasn’t supposed to.In every world, Beca Mitchell underestimates Chloe Beale.
when gravity’s pulling (you’re still holding my heart) - Beca isn’t sure how she got here.Well, she knows
how she got here, in this house, with these girls. She knows all about
the real estate process too. But she isn’t sure how she got here: Laying
on her bed with her laptop in her lap and her legs bent at the knee,
feet flat so Chloe can paint her toenails while she goes over the Bellas
history with Legacy and answer every question about the Beca-and-Chloe
(fake) dating thing.It’s this part of her life she isn’t so sure about.
Song Beneath the Song - Chloe has always followed the music, because music has
given her the best, most important things in her life. It’s never led
her astray. Sometimes, though, she wishes it’d give her a little bit of
warning about the roller coaster she’s in for.
The Party’s Crashing Us - Beca has never been big into high school activities,
but sometimes desperate people do desperate things. Like show up for
marching band and get stalked by the creepy redheaded cheerleader who
won’t leave you alone.
Bulletproof Use of Bullet Points - Nobody values friendship more than Aubrey Posen. (Even her best friend, Chloe, can really only be said to consider friendship equally as important as Aubrey does.) The point is: it matters.But Beca Mitchell might just be the most annoying person at Barden University. (Important note: she most definitely is.) Tolerating smug shitheads for the sake of someone else is surely the True Meaning of friendship.
One touch and I was a believer (every kiss it gets a little sweeter) - “I wonder how many there are.” Chloe says, pointing up
with her finger. She starts to count, moving her finger every time she
does, and Beca smiles as she watches her. It’s impossible to count every
star in the sky, but obviously Chloe tries. It’s such a Chloe thing to
It’s quite worrisome, how happy-go-lucky, doesn’t know the meaning
of boundaries, across-neighbour Chloe Beale doesn’t bother her.
She doesn’t dwell on it though, she just continues on with
life and focuses on what’s in front of her. Like, giving Jesse his
Chinese food and pushing his legs off her sofa.(or:
beca thinks everything is perfect, then chloe moves in across from her.
being domestic as hell and secretly in love with each other for two
years come after.)
oh the habits of my heart - Listen, Beca’s not gay.She’s, like, only mildly attracted to German blondes. And, like, half-ish attracted to weirdo redheads with no knowledge on boundaries and how to respect them. So, yeah. Beca’s not gay.
Storytellers and Legends - Dr. Mitchell has the habit of kicking off his classes
with personal stories: stories about a girl so outrageous, she couldn’t
possibly be real. At least, that’s what Chloe always told herself.
(Accidentally) Taking Aim - For Kay’s prompt: “At Barden, the acapella groups are
naturally drawn to understanding the world through music. It’s the
language they speak, from toners to aca-children, but most of all in the
harmonies they make with their mouths. So is it really any wonder that
Chloe is falling so hard when Beca is wooing her with her music, even if
it’s completely by accident?”
Secrecy - Chloe and Aubrey are best friends; always have been,
always will be. Which is what makes this whole thing so weird. Because,
see, best friends don’t keep secrets from each other. Most of the time.
Some Kind of Home - Home is where the heart is; Chloe is just better at following hers than most people. Not that Beca gets that at all.
this love ain’t enough to leave you - On a one-way trip to Los Angeles, aspiring DJ Beca Mitchell doesn’t
expect her world to change. Enter Chloe Beale, photographer and
journalist, who doesn’t know how to make hers stand still.
Something You Want, Something You Need - Beca Mitchell’s not really sure how, but a
copper-haired Cocker Spaniel (who walked into her bathroom while she was
singing in the shower) managed to change her life and give her Chloe
Beale. Or the story of how DJ-just-moved-in-down-the-hall Beca
and travelling-private-music-instructor Chloe succeed to be
disgustingly domestic with a dog and 5000 miles distance.
Don’t You (Forget About Me) - If you drunkenly sleep with your best friend, you’re
both just supposed to pretend that you don’t remember, right? Even if
you know that she knows that you know that she knows. Yeah.Or the one where Beca and Chloe sleep together and refuse to be the first to admit that they both remember everything.
All Apologies - Beca can’t believe it when her gorgeous redheaded
neighbor shows up on her doorstep. When she starts crying, admitting
that she’s run over what she thinks is Beca’s cat, she doesn’t have the
heart to tell her that the feline belongs to the old man next door. And
when Chloe locks her keys in her car, she can’t help but invite her in.
But even Beca doesn’t expect what happens next.
OH MY GOD I COULD KEEP GOING WHY DO I READ SO MUCH FANFIC I’ll stop there for now… I hope you enjoy!
IMPORTANT NOTE: Can I just say that I always get sooo excited when someone comments on my imagines and I always want to reply and give you all hugs and say thank you but I don’t do it because I when I comment name of my other blog shows up so that would be weird and confusing lol
But yeah I see EVERYTHING and want to thank you a million times ❤ PART 1 PART 2 PART 3PART 4 PART 5PART 6
action moves like a month of so forward, somewhere around halloween
“You’re going to the Friday’s party, right?”, Jessica asked when we were warming up before dance on basketball game.
“Umm, not sure yet”, I smiled faintly.
“Excuse me? Y/N Y/L/N can’t not come for halloween party!”, Monty and Bryce were walking by us and clearly overheard.
“I’ll try my best to make it to the party, but I’m doing trick or treat with my cousin and definitely can’t cancel that”.
“You can bring you cousin to the party, the more girls the better”, Bryce sent me his probablly most disgusting smile.
“She’s six, you vein fuck”.
“Well, you can come after you will be done. Come on”, Sheri begged.
“I’ll try my best”, I repeated.
Two days later I was walking around the city with my cousin, she dressed as Joker, me as Harley Quinn and I wasn’t too amused about that, because half of the girls were dressed like Harley, but Trixie* is way too stubborn to fight with her about that. And it was actually cute how surprised she was everytime we passed someone dressed as Harley.
“Have you seen it?”, she whispered. “She was dreesed just like you!”
“I know!”, I made shocked face everytime. “But she doesn’t have this cool baseball bat“.
My dad said I can’t go around dressed like that without anything for selfdefence, so I borrowed Jeff’s bat. I was walking around, joking with this little six-years-old nugget and didn’t even realised we went to Monty’s house until he opened the door.
“Hi, Monty”, I smiled when he opened the door.
“Trick of treat!”, Trixie shouted.
“Well, treat! You don’t mess with Joker, am I right? And who is your pretty friend?”, he smiled at me.
“It’s Harley. But just for today, normally she’s Y/N and she doesn’t dress like a hooker”, she said seriously.
“Trixie!”, I softly jerked her hand. “Where did you hear that word?”
“In tv”, she shrugged like it was nothing.
“You know, you probably shouldn’t use that word”, Monty crouched in front of Trixie and threw some candies into the basket. “Your mum might get really upset if she heard you say it”.
“Okay, I won’t.”
I was actually surprised how good Monty was with little child, because no one would expect that from typical jock and number one bully in school.
“You’re not at the party?”, I asked.
“I’m leaving soon”, he said as he was standing up. “Are you gonna show up?”
“Yeah, I think I’ll come after I’m finished. Oh come on”, I looked into Trixie’s basket. “You can do better than that, de la Cruz”.
He grinned at me and threw more candies into basket.
“Thanks! Cool!”, Trixie said excited.
“You’ll get some at the party”, he said quietly.
“Will it be trick or treat?”, I asked and bit my lower lip.
Trixie jerked my hand. “Is that your boyfriend?”, she whispered but loud enough for Monty to hear.
“No sweetie, he’s not my boyfriend, just my friend, Monty”, I felt I started blushing.
“Okay”, she nodded her head.
“We’re gotta go, a lot of candies to get”, I smiled. “See you later. Trixie, say bye”
“Bye, Monty!”, she waved at him.
“Bye, girls”, he smiled. “Y/N, you look good when you’re blushing”, he said when we walked a little bit. I didn’t say anything, just shook me head and smile.
Three hours later I finally got to the party, went straight to the kitchen and made myself a drink.
“Where did you lost your Joker?”, Montgomery showed up next to me.
“This party wouldn’t handle Joker”, I laughed.
“You know, as much as I would like to take you upstairs or somewhere right, you should probably look for Jess. I think she and Justin had a fight”.
“Shit”, I rolled my eyes. “Thanks”, I smiled at him and took my drink.
I started looking for Jessica, but instead I spotted Justin talking to Zach, pointing at one place, and that was were I found Jess and Sheri.
“Okay, straight to the point, what happened?”, I asked.
“He’s just… ugh… I’m so tired of him!”, she shouted and drank her drink at once.
I sighed, grabbed her armed and made her follow my steps and we went to the Justin.
“What happened to you two?”, I asked Justin.
“She’s fucking psycho!”
“Can’t you just do one thing I ask you for?!”, Jessica screamed.
“Okay, I’m out”, Zach raised his hands and walked away.
“What did he do or didn’t do?”.
“I’m Nancy, he was supposed to be Sid”.
“I am Sid!”, he defended himself.
“Are you serious? Do you even have internet to check things?”
“Both of you shut up!”, I covered their mouths with my hands. “Okay, Justin you could have done a little bit better. But Jess, when you two stand next to each other no one has a doubt who you are. Sind and Nancy. Nancy and Sid”, I smiled.
“Really?”, she asked.
“Yeah”, I nodded my head. “Now, kiss”, I looked at Justin, who still looked pissed. “Oh come on, you can’t be mad at her for too long, we all know that”
He finally grinned and gave Jess a hug.
“Yay, Y/N, the peacemaker!”, Jeff came up to us and high fived me.
“Okay, Y/N, don’t freak out”, Sheri said with a tone that actually made me wanna freak out. “Don’t look but on your two o’clock is…”
Of course I looked before she even finished the sentence. “Oh, fuck”, I quickly turned my face.
“What? Who is that?”, Jess asked.
“My fucking scumbag exboyfriend, Sean”, my jaw instantly clenched. “Why is he even here? He already graduated, he wasn’t even in Liberty High”
“I think he came with Bryce’s cousin”, Sheri said.
“Fuck”, I tok a huge sip of my drink.
“Monty!”, Jess waved at de la Cruz. “Put your arm around Y/N”.
“What?”, me and Monty asked at the same time.
“He wraps his arm around you, it looks like you’re together and this Sean or whatever his name is won’t come anywhere near you”.
Her plan was pretty good, I had to admit.
“Put you fucking arm around me, Montgomery”, I said through my clenched teeth and so he did.
“He’s here?”, he asked shocked. “We all warned you, when you started dating him. First of all, you were freshman, he was senior, second of all he wasn’t even in Liberty…”
“And he was in our opponent’s basketball team”, Justin added.
“Oh, stop with the fucking basketball team, like it’s the most important part of the story”, I rolled my eyes.
“Okay, but what’s the story?”, Jessica asked, she didn’t know anything, because she wasn’t at Liberty High when everything happened.
“He banged her and she never heard of him again”, Justin said.
“We were official”, I said with sharp tone. “But yeah, he broke up with me right after we… you know”, I finished my drink with one sip.
“Okay, I’ll bring you another, cause I see you need one”, Monty took my empty cup.
“Thanks, lots of vodka, please”.
“I’ll kick his ass”, Jeff said very pissed, and Jeff is not a person who get pissed easily.
“Me too”, Foley added.
“No one’s gonna kick anybody’s ass, go outside, play some beerpong, we’re not making any scene”, I pushed to te backyard and stayed with Sheri.
“Hey, it’s gonna be okay”, she tried to cheer me up. “Monty might be, well, Monty, but he’s always there if someone needs him, and Sean can’t be that dumb, to come up to you when you have Montgomery by your side”.
“You’re probably right”, I sent her faint smile and turned around just to see that Sean was already right in front of me.
“Well hello, Y/N. You’re looking even better than when I last saw you, if that’s even possible”, he looked at me up and down.
“Yeah, that’s cool but I got somewhere to be”, I tried to walked next to him, but he took a step to the left and got in my way.
“Come on, don’t run away, we can sit somewhere and go down the memory lane, you know, good, old times”, he stroked my cheek.
“First of all, don’t touch me”, I flinched. “Second of all, there are no good, old times, leave me alone”.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Justin and Jessica coming to us, Jess tried to calm him down.
“Oh, come on, babe”, Sean rolled his eyes.
“She’s not your babe”, suddenly Monty stood next me and I felt like I started breathing again, even though I didn’t realised I had held my breath.
“Is she yours?”.
“She asked you to leave her alone”, Monty took a step towards Sean, so now he was separating him from me.
“You really wanna see?”, I spotted Montgomery clenched his fists.
“You wanna do it outside?”
“Okay, okay”, I stepped between the two of them. “No one is gonna do anything outside, we’re not making scene”, I spotted Jessica holding Justin arm and Zach whispering something to Jeff. I also noticed music stopped playing, so now everybody’s eyes were on us.
“Oh, I see”, Sean chuckled. “Your whole protect committee is here. Jeff, Justin, Sheri… Everyone who comfort little, poor Y/N after her terrible boyfriend broke up with her”.
Monty got pissed and tried to took another step forward, but I stopped him.
“Monty, don’t”, I whispered. “Okay, Sean, it’s enough”.
I almost made Monty turn around and leave the room, but Sean just wouldn’t stop.
“Maybe if you weren’t so fucking boring in bed I wouldn’t break up with you after I fucked you two times”.
Justin got out of Jessica’s grip and this time I literally had to pushed Montgomery to stop him, only Zach could keep Jeff in place.
“Justin, don’t!”, I shouted and he stopped walking.
I turned to face Sean.
“The right word is “bored” not “boring””, I said calmly. “I was bored in bed. And maybe I wouldn’t be so fucking bored if there was anything to be excited about”, I took a glance at his crotch, making hints about size of his member worked on every guy if you wanted to shut him up. I turned back to Monty.
“Dumb slut”, I heard behind me.
Monty clenched again, his eyes were dark with rage.
“Montgomery, don’t”, I said softly and put my hands on his chest.. “Just drop it.”
“You let him talk to you like that?”, he whispered.
I smiled at him. What he didn’t noticed was that I was boiling inside. And that my hand was clenched in fist. I turned around and punched Sean right in the nose. Everybody’s jaws dropped. He put his hand on his face and when he took it away, still in shock, I punched him again.
“I don’t want to see you ever again!”, I shouted. “You hear me? Ever again!”, once I let my anger get out of me I just couldn’t stop and kicked him in the anckle. “Fucking scumbag!”
“Okay, that’s enough”, Monty grabbed me in my waist, pulled me up and carried me outside.
“Put me down, I’ll fucking kill him. Montomery, put me down!”, I tried to punch him in his ribs with my elbow.
“Yeah, I’ll handle it”, he said quietly to someone, probably Jeff, cause we just went past him.
We left the house, Monty closed door with a kick and continued carrying me.
“Fuck you, Montgomery”, I shouted.
When we were far from people, he finally put me down, turned me, so I was standing face to face with him and he put his hands on my shoulders.
“Don’t tell me to calm down! Why you can get angry and beat the shit out of people, and I can’t?”, I looked at him
“Because you‘re better than that!”, he shouted and that stopped me for a moment. “You’re better than that”, he said calmly. “You’re better than me”.
He saw I was calmer, so he took his hands off my shoulders.
“You okay?”, he asked concerned.
“Yeah… I’m sorry… I acted like a fucking psycho”.
“Hey, hey, don’t apologize for it, the guy is a dick”.
“Did this punch at least looked good or was it that funny, pathetic show that girls always do when they hit someone with their funny little fists?”, I asked.
“Well, even though your fists are funnily small, the punch was actually impressive”, he nodded his head. “Not pathetic. At least until you kicked his anckle,then you started acting like a girl.”
“Whatever”, I rolled my eyes and realised my hand actually hurt a little bit, Monty spotted grin on my face.
“I’ll get you some ice”, he offered.
“No, just”, I touched his
arm. “Let’s just… Don’t go inside for a few minutes”.
“What about your hand?”, he
asked concerned. “It hurts and it’ll be worse, trust me”.
“It’s okay…”, I mumbled. I
looked up because I heard door opening and saw Jeff, who carried a bag of ice. “Thank
you, Atkins”, I smiled.
“We can murder him if you
want, you know?”, he said.
“Nobody’s gonna murder
anyone”, I rolled my eyes.
Door opened again and Zach,
Justin, Sheri, Jessica and Bryce walked out.
“What the hell, dudes?”,
Walker asked. “Y/N, you’re at a party fifteen minutes and you start a fight?”
“Oh God, you’re so stupid”,
I sighed. “You should really pay more attention to who’s coming to your party,
“He’s my cousin’s friend from
college and you’re acting like crazy bitch.”
“Have you even been there?!”,
I asked loudly.
“Leave her alone, Bryce”,
“Actually you know, Bryce,
you and Sean would be great best friends as you both treat girls like trash”, I
Walker didn’t answear
anything, just looked at me for a moment.
“Keep an eye on your chick,
Monty”, he said finally.
“First of all, I’m not his
chick, and what was that even supposed to mean?”, I asked.
“Just saying”, he shrugged
and went back home.
“Fuck you, Bryce”, I
shouted to him. “Did he just threatened me?”
“Come on, he’s just talking
crap”, Justin said.
Justin, he literally said to Monty to keep his eye on me”.
let’s focus on you keeping ice on your hand”, Montgomery took the bag of ice I
hold in my left hand and put it on the right one.
threatened me, you all heard it”, I pointed at all of my friends.
all stay together for the rest of the night, alright?”, Jess proposed. “This
party has gotten really fucking weird.”
And so we
did, Monty really felt into this whole “put your fucking arm around me” thing,
cause whenever Sean was seen closer than on the opposite end of the party,
Monty’s hand automatically went on me. And when his arm wasn’t around me, he
was in the kitchen making me a drink, to make sure my cup isn’t empty.
led to another and after few drinks I was very, very buzzed and that makes me
very touchy so as soon as right moment came I dragged Monty into first empty
room and locked the door.
you know what time is it?”, I asked. “It’s a hook up time”, I answered my own
question before he even opened his mouth , brought him closer by his neck and
At first he
was a little shocked, what kind of surprised my drunk mind, it’s not like it’s
the first time we were doing it, then he got into kissing for a moment, but
when he realized I was slowly moving us towards bed, he moved away.
wrong?”, I asked.
wasted”, he said.
“So? If you
don’t remember I also was drunk the first time we had sex”.
that drunk”, he crossed his arms.
care”, I snorted.
should take a nap”, he offered.
want a nap, I want you to fuck me”, I said and put my arms around his neck. “Daddy?”
point he almost cracked, I could tell when he bit his lower lip and close his
take advantage of drunk girls”, he said with his eyes still closed.
daddy has some morals?”, my thumb went up and down on the back of his neck.
put his hands on my hips, kissed me and started moving us towards bed.
He laid me
on bed and the moment my head touched
the pillow I felt how soft and comfy it was and how tired I actually was and
that I couldn’t even bother to move my lips.
tired?”, Monty asked softly.
I nodded my
I closed my
eyes, he moved me so I was laying on side and not on my back and covered me
with a blanket.
“Take a nap”,
he whispered and left the room.
It felt like a minute passed when someone kneeled next to bed.
“Hey, you’re okay?”, Monty asked.
“God, you left like a minute ago, let me nap”, I mumbled and covered my head with blanket.
Montgomery giggled. “Y/N, you slept for an hour”.
“What?!”, I quickly sat on bed.
“It’s okay”, he smiled. “Here, I got you some water”.
“Thanks”, I took a glass from him and drank it all at once. “God, I feel
like shit after that nap, why did you let me nap?”, I moaned.
“Because you were wasted”.
“I wasn’t that drunk. A little buzzed, but not wasted”, I rolled my eyes.
“I called you babe and you didn’t reply with your ‘I’m not your babe’”.
“Maybe I was trying to be nice?”
Montgomery didn’t answer, just bit his lips trying not to laugh.
“What? What did I do?”, I asked. “Monty, tell me”, I punched his arm.
“You called me daddy”, he said finally.
“No, I didn’t”, I said disgusted.
He nodded his head.
“Oh my God”, I laid back and again covered my face with blanket in embarrassment. “You know it wasn’t me talking? I was wasted”.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought”, he laughed. “You want more water?”
“No, I’m good. Thank you, Monty”, I smiled.
*Trixie - named after Trixie from show “Lucifer” on FOX, if you haven’t watch it, I hardly recommend it, very good shit and Trixie is my favourite.
Oh, sorry this one was mostly dialogues, but I kinda struggle with describing and that kinda stuff because english is not my first language (I really have to stop using it as an excuse for everything)
Request:badboy taehyung !!! y/n likes him makes him sure of it kinda clingy he gets sick of it tells her to piss off and angsty stuff he gets jealous when y/n starts hanging out with another guy and so confesses in a cliche badboy way
Word count: 5293
A/N: I really liked this request so I ended up making a series… It should be about 7 parts… I hope you enjoy it! Let me know!
The sun had barely come out. The breeze was cold but already announced the colors of a warm spring. Still, Taehyung’s body asked from something less pure and plane than fresh air. He felt his cheeks cold and stiff as he walked, seemingly aimlessly. It had been a tough morning like they typically were, and he couldn’t get out of that house fast enough. Sometimes he even wondered why he bothered to come back. Those thoughts often invaded his mind and it made him feel frustrated and angry.
He pursed his lips, desperate to find some distraction from the bitterness that impregnated his thoughts. He looked down to the floor as he searched for a cigarette and a lighter in his back pocket. He placed the butt of the cigarette between his lips and lit it up. As soon as in inhaled, the smoke invaded his body with a warm, almost sweet sensation. It was a familiar feeling that although never really emptied his mind from the sour thoughts of his reality, it always managed to numb the anger.
He continued walking, a path he knew too well he wondered for a second if he should continue walking in the direction he was going, or if it was time he made an appearance in school because, even if it was just for protocol at this point, they still called his house when he skipped too many classes. Every time they did, it only sparked more tension with his mom and stepfather, it made him instinctively knock over a can of red bull that had been left on the sidewalk for no reason. He hit with such strength that the remaining liquid inside the can flew all over the place, getting not only his old boots wet but also the legs of a girl that had just crossed to the same sidewalk as him at the wrong moment.
Summary: A quick fix it fic set in a nebulous future after 6.15 where Emma and Killian have been reunited. A way to reconcile the events of those episodes in a way that doesn’t retread old ground and helps better explain behavior.
Word Count: 1600+
Notes: A belated gift for @gentlesleaze hopefully this helps make up for some of the salt you received instead. I’m sure I’ll write you something better one day but I hope you like this blurb.
There was something to be said for reunion sex. Explosive tangles of lips and teeth and limbs. Aggressive clawing and slapping flesh, just all consuming need, I miss you, I love you, I’m so happy you’re back. Saying with her body what she couldn’t put into words, I’m sorry spoken in the rough tug of his hair, forgive me painted in teeth along his neck, I’m with you in the rough slide and rasp of skin on skin.
Afterwards was harder. Sweat drying and breath calming and the words wouldn’t come. Goodnight whispered into her hair, slow measured breaths as he gave into exhaustion. Her ring winking mockingly in the light of the moon through the window.
Summary: Amidst their private travels,
Sasuke and Sakura have a misunderstanding which forces him to admit something
he wasn’t quite ready to admit yet…
Genre: Humour / Romance
A/N: Whoops, sorry for posting this a day late! I lost track of time. So I’ve been itching to write something silly
and light and I felt this prompt would do it for me. I’ve also been meaning to play
around in the present tense so here goes. Hope you enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the
great Masashi Kishimoto.
In case you haven’t already heard about the blog exposing-the-fakes, let me update you. It’s run by a girl who goes by the name Diana Leigh and claims she’s 21, lives in LA, and, most bizarrely, personally knows 5sos. She gives out false and sometimes worrisome information about the boys. For example, she tells people Michael self harms. How would he feel if he saw that; someone he’s never met convincing her 2,000 followers of something so serious? Although it could be accurate, she isn’t someone who would know. The only people who do are Michael and those who are actually close to him. The fact that she’s going around promising it to be true is only doing damage. On top of all that, she’s hinting towards the fact that she’s Ashton’s “secret girlfriend”. Those are just two of her lies. They don’t end there, but listing them all would take forever.
I wouldn’t be concerned about this situation if no one believed her, but for some strange reason — even though she’s never provided any solid proof whatsoever — a lot of people do. Like I mentioned before, she has at least 2,000 followers. Fans are putting their faith in her and genuinely thinking their questions and wishes will get to 5sos through her blog. It’s messed up and has left me feeling uneasy for a long time now.
Okay so, this is my first attempt at writing and I’m not even sure myself what is going on here but anyway here it is. A massive shoutout to @elsaclack and @peraltiagoisland for being incredibly supporting and encouraging and for helping me and letting me yell about this.
(Title from “what baking can do” from Waitress)
Amy’s reading is interrupted by a loud clashing sound coming from the kitchen. She looks up from her book and listens, wondering what Jake could possibly be doing. They rarely cook anything, most of their meals consist of takeout or whatever Charles brings them, and when one of them does cook, or at least tries to, it usually ends in complete disaster. It is quiet for a bit so she decides to pay no mind to it and continue with the book as it is finally getting interesting.
No more than five lines later she hears the noise again, this time followed by what sounds very much like Jake cursing. She sighs and puts the book down. It is better to check what he is doing before he can make a mess, or break something, or hurt himself.
She is too late, though. Almost every single pot they own is on the counter, along with some bowls and plates of different sizes. The mixer is there too, all ready to be used, and is that the flour container by the coffee maker? He’s too focused looking for something in the fridge to notice Amy standing in the doorway.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
It is only after he found whatever he was looking for, took it out, and placed it on the counter (how he found free space to put it, she has no idea) that he finally turns to her.
“It’s Boyle’s birthday tomorrow,” he says, matter-of-factly.