Requested by @xxchloegrayxx and @queensovereign. Sorry they might not be the way you imagined but this is what I came out with when writing for you guys so I hope you like it!
“What’s the big deal? I was just talking to her?”
“No, you were fucking flirting with her Jeff! Not to mention
the fact that just yesterday I was complaining to you about the fact that she
has been a bitch to me for the past month!”
“And I told you, you were overthinking that!”
“Just yesterday I heard her talking behind my back about the
fact that she wanted to steal you away and make you her boyfriend, but now that
I know that you don’t care, I think you should be with her” My voice slowed
down and my tone dropped “You too seem perfect for each other”
“Fine! She’s prettier than you anyway!” He yelled making me
feel my heart crack and the sadness hit me “I don’t need you y/n, trust me,
it’s you that needs me”
I knew that wasn’t true but I didn’t have the heart to argue
with him anymore, I wanted to leave with some of my dignity so I gave him a nod
of acknowledge and left his house without another word.
BTS reaction to coming home and seeing their s/o in bed after a long flight
Jin knew you would be exhausted
from your long flight when he came home, as you always are. Therefor be brought
your favourite take out. He put the food on the table, and went to your room to
“Babe, I’ve missed you so
much. Come out and eat with me, and we’ll go to bed afterward.”
Rest and you was the only two
things he had been thinking off the whole day, and seeing you half asleep on
the bed made his heart flutter as he crawls under the cover to join you.
“Good to see you, babe. Now let’s
get some rest.”
He was so excited to see you
again, he didn’t even consider the fact that you may be tired from your
travels. But the minute he saw you laid out on the bed, he dropped all of his plans
of celebration to let you get some well-deserved rest.
“Tonight I’ll let you rest,
but tomorrow we’re going out!”
You had been home visiting you
family for a month, and to say it shortly rapmon had missed you dearly and had planned
a lovely date for the two of you. But when he came home to seeing you under the
covers sleeping, he knew you weren’t going anywhere that evening.
*laughing* “I guess we’ll take
that date another night then?”
Jimin hurried home from
practise to see you, and he kind of expected you to be just as excited to see
him again. But instead he came home to a quiet apartment and you laying on the
bed sleeping quietly.
“Is my beautiful angel little
Sadly taehyung woke you up
from your sweet slumber. You see, he has this habit of squealing whenever you’re
doing something he thinks is cute. And seeing you with your legs spread and cuddling
into a pillow was surely the cutes thing you’ve ever done.
“OMG! Jagi, why are you so
JungShook! He didn’t except to
find his partner not only half asleep, but also half naked on his bed. With a shy
smirk, he slowly covered you with a blanket.
“I’ll let you sleep for now,
but later we’re having some fun.”
33. “Bite me.” “If you insist.”
Genre: fluff Word count: 1265 Summary: Baz has a bad day and he’s had enough of pretending to hate Simon.
it. I’m done. I’m so fucking done with everything.
isn’t so kind to me at the best of times, but I can’t help but feel
there are days when it’s just feeling particularly cruel. (The
universe is a sadist. Everybody knows that.)
was going to ask my father whether I could stay at Watford over the
Easter Holidays. I was thinking I could (maybe) spend some time with
Simon since we’re on a truce and I think we’re almost friends. (Snow
would never call me his friend. Doesn’t stop me from considering him
mine.) So I rang my father. And he said he needed me to come home.
Not because he loves me so much, but because we need to take time to
plan. (Jokes on me, after all. Apparently Snow wasn’t so far off,
accusing me of plotting.)
he said. “You’re a man now. I think it’s time for you to make a
move. As long as we still have the advantage of you being Simon
Snow’s room mate, we have to benefit from it. So let’s strike now
before it’s too late.” Make a move? I
would love to make a move, but not the kind he has in mind. (Not
really. Snow would end me if I tried anything. But maybe that’s for
afraid he’ll ask me to kill Snow. Not now, perhaps, but one day. He
doesn’t know it, but he’d be sending me to die. (Because I have to do
as he tells me, and I’ll start a fight with Snow, and I’ll lose that
fight. I’ll make sure of that.)
so angry. I feel now more than ever that I don’t want any of that to
happen. I don’t want to hurt Snow. I like our truce, I like being
almost-friends. He’s ruining all of that. And I’m sick of having no
say in that, I’m sick of being powerless, I’m sick of playing my role
as “Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch”. The son of Natasha Pitch. Who
fights for the old families. Who hates the Mage. Who is Simon Snow’s
enemy and will kill him one day or die trying. I don’t want to be
that any more. Because guess what? “Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch”
is a fucking prick.
Here comes the weird S#$%. Honestly, it is pretty bad. I was considering not to put it here but since I have already made the announcement so I guess I will just have to embarrass myself with this S@%$…okay here we go:
that’s it….now I will go back to my cave and practise some more and try not to embarrass myself next time…!
Some side note about this weird S@$%: (if you still haven’t had enough…)
Series Title: 10 Things I Hate About You (AU) Fandom: MCU Characters: Bucky Barnes x Stratford!reader, Clint Barton x Stratford!Natasha, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, mentions of Sharon Carter, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Warnings: Alternate Universe, mild swearing Word Count: 1,637 Requested: Yes! By all of you guys xx Description: Y/N and Natasha Straford’s house rules say that Nat can’t date until Y/N has a boyfriend, so strings are pulled to set the dour damsel up for a romance. Soon Y/N crosses paths with handsome Bucky Barnes. Will Y/N let her guard down enough to fall for the effortlessly charming Bucky?
Disclaimer: not my gif
[Y/N] = your first name
Natasha sat down during lunch the next day, ready to get her French study session over with. She was looking for a little additional help and Clint, the new kid had volunteered his time to help her out. She glanced around the library and quickly spotted his sandy blond hair. “Hi.” She greeted, putting her Prada backpack on the chair next to her as she took a seat opposite Clint. “Do you mind making this quick? Peter Quill and Gamora whats-her-name are having a very dramatic public break-up on the quad… again.” Nat gushed, grinning at the thought of it before taking in Clint’s appearance. She was surprised to see that Clint was actually attractive, unlike some of the tutors at Stark High School.
Clint snapped out of his dreamy gaze on Nat and nodded. “Oh, yeah, um, okay.” He flipped through the French textbook he had gotten just to spend time with Natasha. “I thought that we’d, um, start with pronunciation, if that’s all right with you,” Clint suggested, looking up at Nat to see what she thought.
Nat scrunched up her nose, smoothing her red hair behind her ears. “Not the hacking and gagging and spitting part, please.” She joked, giving Clint a smile that she didn’t realise had him stunned.
“Well, uh, there is an alternative,” Clint said, thinking quick on his feet
This caught Nat’s attention as she sat up straighter in her seat. “There is?”
“Yeah, French food.” Clint smiled. “We could eat some together, uh, Saturday night?” he suggested, and Natasha raised an eyebrow.
“Wait a minute,” Nat requested, letting out a light laugh. “Are you asking me out?” she asked rhetorically before cooing. “That’s adorable. What did you say your name again?” she asked and Clint’s smile fell.
“Clint.” He told her. “Listen, I know that your dad doesn’t let you date, but I thought that if it was for French class-“
Natasha’s ears perked and she exclaimed. “Oh, wait a minute. Clive…” she began.
“Clint.” He corrected in a mumble.
Nat ignored it. “-My dad just invented a brand new rule. I can date, so long as my sister does, too.” She informed him, smiling at the clueless boy. “The problem is: my sister’s a particularly hideous breed of loser.” Nat spat out, rolling her eyes at the very thought of Y/N.
“I noticed she’s a little… antisocial sometimes,” Clint said, not wanting to agree with Nat, as he didn’t even know Y/N. “Any reason for that?”
Nat sighed, dropping her shoulders into a shrug. “Unsolved mystery.” She mused. “In fact, Y/N was way popular a while ago. Then, one day, out of nowhere, she got sick of it or something and totally changed.” Nat frowned. “But I’m pretty sure she’s just unable to interact with other humans.” She poked fun at her older sister.
Summary: When ever you get hurt your soulmate feels the same pain, and with y/n being abused by her father what is Namjoon meant to do when he doesn’t know who his soulmate is, all he wants to is to save her.
A/N: I would just like to say a massive thank you to those who have read this, I was completely overwhelmed by the support that I got off part 1, I was not expecting that at all and it made me so happy to see it, you guys are truly incredible. <3
Two weeks, that’s
how long you had been in your new school for. Two weeks, and nothing had
changed, you still hadn’t made any new friends at the school yet, you were too
scared of allowing people into your messed up life. Though everyday Namjoon
always asked you to join lunch with him and his friends, you always declined,
instead you went and ate your scarce lunch in the toilets to avoid having to
see everyone’s glance towards you. And then there was your father, due to the
promotion he had a lot more work, and that meant a lot more stress and his
favourite stress reliever had always been you. Which meant you always had new
bruises to cover up and Namjoon always felt despondent towards ever being to
help his soulmate he thought he didn’t know anything of.
It was Monday, and school was
looming over you and all the other kids, upcoming exams made everybody anxious
and restless. Everywhere you looked you would find kids slaving over textbooks
and handwritten notes trying to cram information into their already filled
brain. Very little people wanted to be the ones at the bottom, most people were
fighting to get the number one spot in school and get into the best
universities, people would sabotage over people, and some would make themselves
so ill that in the end they wouldn’t be able to the test anyway. School was
just a test run as to what the real world was like, everything and everybody is
divided into sections, people are judged down to the tiniest detail; That, you
learnt a long time ago.
Sorry if you get this twice. My thing sorta glitched so sorry I guess? Also sorry that this isn’t particularly a uhhh…happy…happy birthday gift…..Sorry. Uhh I hope you like this? Took me about 6+ hours, still not proud of the head…uhh..yeah…so enjoy this uhhhh..unhappy..birthday….gift…..yeah
It’s okay! I understand, thanks for clarifying though! :D And wow I’ve never seen an Echo version of Ink, this is so interesting thank you so much!! And honestly the head is the hardest part for me, it’s where I have the highest chances of giving up a drawing. I should just practise, if only I had the time q_q
What advice would you give to someone who wants to turn what they make into a business like what happened with you all? I am 22 years old with several chronic mental and physical illnesses and feel very hopeless and alone and all I know is I love art and want it to be my life but have no idea what to do with it and get scared that I'm not good enough
Hello! Ok, firstly it’s hard to give any tailored advice without knowing what you’ve done so far/are planning on doing but I’ve got some general advice that might apply?
For creative based jobs it’s important to be honest with yourself about how much you can/should be doing in a day. Lying to yourself might make u feel better about doing less but it doesn’t help at all in the long run.
If you want to turn something into a job you have to treat it like a job. Take emails, spend a work day doing it, network, social media etc etc, sometimes imagining you have a boss can help, like, would my boss be pleased with what I did today (spoiler - the boss is U) or would they expect more of me etc.
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS NOT GOOD ENOUGH. Not enough time spent doing, maybe, but talent/skill is just time. If you’re worried you’re not good enough, keep practising, it isn’t an end of the road, it just means you gotta spend a little more time BECOMING good enough. U can do this. Do not give up.
lastly I guess, try and find like-minded people to help with your venture. With most creative-type jobs there’s room to pay more than one person if you go about it right, and it’s good have some team members to help turn it into a proper job yknow?
OH WAIT one more, THE MORE YOU DO NOW THE QUICKER YOU’LL GET THERE. I know, seems obvious right? but things don’t just ‘happen’ unfortunately, all your spare time you pour into building something will see you get there quicker. When we started SGC pretty much all of our spare time was spent working on new designs and comics, networking as much as possible, building the brand etc. If it can become your hobby that’s pretty handy. BUT OBVIOUSLY, take breaks, check in with yourself, and don’t push too hard, only u can know when too much is too much so make sure you listen to your brain.
Imagine finding out why Barba never smiles around you
Imagine finding out why Barba never smiles around you
“Shh” you ordered putting your finger up to mute the suspect on the opposite side of the table.
Your eyes remained fixated on your phone screen. This was tough level. You kept on getting caught by the flying ninja stars. The ringtone that indicated that you had failed rang out and sighed audibly.
“Why aren’t you asking me questions?” the suspect probed.
“Don’t want to.” you retorted restarting the level after losing for the umpteenth time.
“But shouldn’t you?” he questioned.
“Not really.” you sighed still not looking up, “It’s not like I’m a cop or anything.”
“Than who are you?” he asked.
“I’m more of a consultant, really.” you lied doing a quick swipe of your screen in hopes of winning.
“Then where’s the detective?” he questioned once again.
“Probably dealing with another case. Detectives usually have more than one open at any one time. To be honest I have a feeling they usually work more on the case they find the most interesting and leave the boring ones till later.” you suggested.
“So am a suspect in a boring case?” he asked mostly to himself.
“Must be.” you stated yawning.
“I thought I was a suspect on triple homicide? Isn’t that interesting enough? It was on the front page yesterday.” he questioned starting to get annoyed and slightly shaky.
“Yeah yesterday. They’ve moved on. And anyway strangulation? Please, it’s just so typical. You see it everyday round here.” you said offhandedly.
“But it takes so much time. You must be really sick to squeeze the life out of someone and watch.” he explained as if he was reliving it.
“I see where you’re coming from.” you began casually, “But say if the Satanic Cult round the corner had a mass suicide. It kind of gets undermined. You know?”
“I guess so.” he muttered angry.
“But…” you interrupted suddenly.
“But what?” he asked suddenly eager.
“But,” you started switching off your phone and leaning over the table, “ If you were say you were willing to confess because I overheard one of the detectives say they’ve got you dead to rights. You have to get ahead of the story.”
“How’d I do that?” he asked practically jumping out of his seat in excitement.
“You gotta confess but make sure before you do you ask one of the detectives’ ‘leak’ to the press. So you may be in jail but everyone will want a piece of you. And wait till arraignment. Their will be so many reporters and photographers they’ll have security. Yeah, you might be in prison but you’ll get a lesser sentence. And imagine all the television producers who’ll want you to tell your story on TV. The whole country… no the whole world will know who you are. You’ll be famous.” you explained leading him on. “You think so?” he questioned excitedly.
“I know so. Think of BTK. Do you really think he ‘accidentally’ sent that package that lead the police to him? No. He was tired of no one knowing he was. No one acknowledging his work. Now look. Everyone knows who is. Don’t you want everyone to know who you are?” you explained further eyeing him up.
“Yeah.” he breathed.
“Well then I would confess. Give the cops very single detail. Everyone will know your name. But…” you sighed strategically.
“But what?” he asked suddenly worried.
“It’s just a suggestion. You know. It’s for the greats and anyway you say you didn’t do it. So what can you do?” you commented shrugging your shoulders.
“I want to confess.” he whispered.
“What?” you prompted.
“I want to confess. To everything.” he stated excited.
“I’ll go see if I can track down detective Rollins.” you said triumphantly walking out the door.
You walked out the door, shutting it behind you. You saw Barba standing by the glass, he’d clearly been watching.
“That was impressive considering you spent half the time on your phone.” he commented as you sidled up to him.
“What can I say? I’m a psychiatric genius.” you winked.
“How did you know that would work?” he asked crossing his arms clearly curious.
“The guy’s a grade A narcissist. Deprive him of attention for awhile he’ll be desperate to get some. He’ll do anything. It also helps when they’ve got an IQ below 70.” you explained.
‘Nice work.” he congratulated quickly.
‘Ah come on Barbs. I just sealed the deal on a slam dunk case and all you give me is a ‘nice work’?” you questioned jokingly annoyed.
“What would you like me to do?” he asked humouring you.
“I don’t know. Say how lucky you are to be graced with access to my intelligence. Thank god for knowing me. Something.” you badgered.
He flashed you a confused look.
“A smile would suffice.” you mentioned.
He flashed you a crooked forced half smile.
“My god, stop. I can hear the children crying from here. Honestly Barbara. I dragged myself all the way down here from the FBI building to help you close this to be honest boring case and you can’t even give me a smile.” you complained half heartedly.
“You found this case boring?” he asked raising an eyebrow.
“Well in comparison to the other cases I had today.” you explained.
“What were they?” questioned.
“Let’s just say a major case of ‘I see dead people’.” You explained with accompanying over- exaggerating hand gestures.
He gave you a small chuckle before saying he had to go back to his office. You watched him leave. he passed by Sonny who was walking up to you.
“Where’s he going?” Sonny asked when he reached you.
“Back to his miserable little cave in hell, probably.” you joked.
“Really. He looked happy to me.” he commented.
“Huh?” you questioned.
“He had a massive smile on his face.” Sonny explained.
“A smile? I didn’t this his facial muscles could move that way.” you shuddered.
“Oh yeah. He’s always smiling after he talks to you.” he mentioned.
“Really?” you asked skeptical.
“Yeah. You can identify Barba’s just had a conversation with Dr Y/N Y/L/N smile. From a mile away.” Sonny said.
“You sure Clariece?” you asked once agin still skeptical.
“Oh yeah. I think he has a crush on you.” he smirked.
“Oh yeah. He definitely likes you. You’re the only person who makes him smile.” Sonny informed you.
“Since when?” you questioned shocked by the information.
“Since you guys met. Before you came around he was hardass. He soften up since you got here. Not by much but you can definitely tell when you are around.” he explained further.
You quickly thought back to when you met Barba. He’d accompanied Liv to meet you at one of your speeches. They were dealing with particularly perplexing case a few months back. They couldn’t decide if the guy they had was actually crazy or just faking it. Liv had called Dr Huang and he’d recommend you. You were essentially his predecessor at the New York office of the FBI. You were a well-known psychiatrist before you joined the FBI. They poached you after you published a series of well regarded papers of your theory of Individualism.
You had assumed that he would have warmed them before coming to meet you that you were slightly unconventional, off beat you could say. You weren’t like most shrinks. You were’t calm and direct. You were eccentric. You adapted to whoever the person you were talking to needed in order for them to communicate. It’s hard to explain really. Most people who encountered you usually called you childish despite your clear intelligence and effectiveness.
You don’t really know why you were like this. Well you do really. You didn’t get much childhood when you should have. You had to mature quickly which you believe started your fascination with psychiatry. You were fascinated by the human brain and how that determined how you acted.
You went into behavioural psychiatry. You wanted to know why people did things. To see a person individual reasoning behind their own actions.
You were already began working with the FBI when you first met. You had just finished giving your speech at Columbia university about your theory when they introduced themselves. You were excited at the prospect when they asked you. You assume you had impressed as well as scared them on your first case with as they kept calling you back. Soon you’d have a situation similar to Dr Huang’s when he was here.
The more you worked with SVU you think they realised how unconventional in their words ironically ‘crazy’ you were.
“Give me an example?” you demanded.
“Well you know that time you convinced that girl after her friend died to tell you what she know by playing the guitar and signing. He had to step out the room because he couldn’t contain his laughter.” he chuckled.
“Really?” you prompted.
“Oh yeah. You know that time you came in dressed as Princess Belle to talk to that six year old witness. And then after you were signing…what was it?” he continued.
“Barbra and Clariece.” you singsonged.
“Yeah I swear I saw him giggle. And that time you found that satanic leader by screaming ‘Jesus loves you’ around Grand Central Station and the had a full blown argument with the guy about Lucifer versus Jesus. He was laughing down the wire you just couldn’t hear.” Sonny chuckled.
“I never knew.” you breathed.
“He did his best to hide it.” Sonny shrugged.
“Why would he do that?” you questioned curious.
“I guess, he assumed if he asked you out that you wouldn’t go for it.” he suggested.
“Why?” you prompted.
“Well you might have noticed but you two are complete opposites. He’s this supper serious super sarcastic lawyer and you’re this funny eccentric doctor. On paper you guys don’t work but in practise you guys balance each other out. He calms you down and you help him let loose.” he explained.
“That actually made sense Dr Carisi.” you nodded knowing what you had to do.
“I learned from the best. What are you going to do?” he asked.
“I’m going go see him and demand he ask me out.” you stated adamantly.
“Fantastic.” Sonny commented.
“Me and Fin got a bet going about when you and Barba get together. If you go out now. I win.” he explained.
“Is this why you’re telling me this?” you suspected.
“Maybe. Just go.” he ushered.
You chuckled as you left the station and headed to Barba’s office. It was late by the time you got their but you knew he’d still be their working. His assistant had left so you just wandered in and hovered in the doorway. He had a pen in his mouth, his head down as he flicked through a file.
You’d always liked Barba. He was one of those sarcastic and brooding types which you didn’t usually go for. You usually went for people more like you which usually got you in trouble. You’d never thought Barba would like someone like you. You assumed he’d like those sophisticated well established types that were serious like him. You watched him work and smile.
“Hey Barbra.” you greeted leaning against the doorway with a smile.
“Dr Y/L/N. What are you doing here?” he asked looking up surprised to see you.
“It’s nice to see you too and call me Y/N or Y/N/N or you could even give a pet name like I have for you Barbra.” you chuckled walking in and taking a seat in front of him.
“I’m good with Y/N. Why are you here, Y/N?” he asked once again.
“Because, I heard something today and i wanted to know if it was true or not.” you explained in basic term.
“Alright..” he said confused.
‘Do you smile Rafael?” you asked bluntly.
“Of course I smile, Y/N. Everyone does.” he answered.
“Do you ever smile because of me?” you asked sincerely.
“All the time.” he admitted looking up and staring at you.
“So you smile because of me but you don’t ever smile around me.” you deducted sadly.
“It’s not like that Y/N.” he sighed.
“Do you like me?” you asked bluntly once again.
“Of course. I do…” he began.
“In a romantic way?” you interrupted.
“You sure you want to know the answer?” he asked looking for a reassurance.
“Yeah.” you clarified.
“Yes and that’s why I try to be serious around you because I know…” he began before trailing off.
“Because I know you wouldn’t go for a guy like me.” he continued sadly.
“Why would you think that?” you probed.
“Because you’re you and I’m me.” he attempted to explain but he was lost for words.
“So?” you commented.
“So I know you probably don’t like guys…Do you like me?” he started before stopping himself realising what you were getting at.
You suddenly leaned across the table, grabbed his tie, pulled him in and kissed him. In one swift motion. You broke away after a few.. a lot of seconds.
“Does that answer your question?” you asked.
“Yeah…” he choked out completely shocked.
“Now ask me out for a drink.” you ordered.
“What?” he asked still shocked.
“Ask me out for a drink before I ask you because I will take you to a karaoke bar and my first song will be Beaty and the Beast but the revised version Barba and Clariece.” you giggled.
“Y/N, would you like to go get a drink?” he asked smirking at you.
“Yes, I would.” you answered standing up.
“Great.” he smiled at you, standing up and grabbing his coat.
“So that’s what you look like when you smile. I must say your very handsome when you smile ADA Barba.” you complimented gazing at him.
“Well thank you. You ready to go?” he asked still smiling.
‘Why yes. Yes I am.” you responded as you linked arms with him and walked out the door.
Everyone at Beacon Hills High was abuzz with chatter as the
shiny black car roared into the carpark. Derek had pulled you away from Peter
to go and see the car and you realised that nearly every girl in your years was
gathered around, although none of them were looking at the car.
“Hi, I’m Dean.” The boy who’d driven the car muttered to
someone in the crowd.
“Don’t see what’s so impressive about the car.” Peter sighed
loudly and Dean turned to shoot the oldest Hale a horrified look.
“Peter!” you hissed and elbowed him in the ribs.
“What, it’s just a car.” He grumbled and tried to tug you
off but you pulled away and followed Derek who was talking to the other new
Summary: You’re a ballerina dancer, and your baby sister is taking up gymnastics, with none other than Lance Tucker as her teacher.
Pairing: Lance the Fucker Tucker x Named Reader (Stella)
Warnings: language (no fucking shit, right?) sexual tension, fluff.
I’ve always been an early riser, I’m talking anywhere from 5-6AM. That only escalated when mom and dad passed away. I was 16 when they died, and my sister was 6. That was 11 years ago. Now, I wake my sister up every morning around 6, make her breakfast and send her off to school. She’s 17 now. I can only hope mom and dad would be proud of us.
I’m a ballet dancer and teacher at our local dance studio here in Amherst, Ohio. My sister Sarah is a gymnast, the best since both Maggie Townsend and Hope Ann Gregory. Sarah not too far behind Maggie, just 2 years. She’s been doing gymnastics ever since our parents passed away, it’s been her escape from reality. Just as mine has been dancing. She has great potential, at least her coach says so. There’s nothing else he can do for her, she’s surpassed his level of training. She can now go to a bigger gym, where a big name coach can train her for the Olympics, of she qualifies. That’s where she’s going today, to meet her new teacher. I have work today as well, at least I’ll match some of the girls in a leotard.
“Come on, Sarah! You can’t be late to meet your new coach, you never know who this is, they may not take kindly to tardiness.” She reluctantly comes down the stairs, obviously exhausted, as she was up all night practising.
“Why are you so energetic in the morning, Stella? It’s way too early for this crap.”
“Just trying to get you hyped up, aren’t you excited?!” I jump up and down, I’m so excited for this new opportunity for her.
“Yeah, I guess. More nervous than anything.”
“Oh, stop it! You’ll do wonderfully!” She just hums in acknowledgment.
Loading ourselves in my Dodge Charger, it’s my baby, we head to the new gym, it’s almost 2 hours away. This’ll be a bitch trip to make every day, not to mention hard on the wallet, but I know it’ll be worth it.
When we get to our destination, we part next to a fancy black car. I’d say about as fancy as mine, except mine’s white. Sarah gets out first, grabbing her gym bag and walking towards the front of the building, and I follow. When we get in, there’s several young girls about Sarah’s age, stretching and chatting, having a good time. One of them notices us and comes over.
“Hi! You must be Sarah? We’ve heard much about you, come on, coach Tucker will be waiting for you!” She grabs her hand and pulls her toward what I can only assume is the main office.
“W-Wait, Stella! Aren’t you coming?” Poor thing, she looks nervous. Walking up to catch up to them, the unnamed girl walks into the office, and we’re greeted to the sight of a man in a blue wind breaker USA jacket, a white shirt and black pants. He’s on the phone, obviously not happy with who ever he is speaking to.
“I don’t fucking know, Maggie! You know I have to train these girls this weekend!……..It wasn’t my weekend to watch him or I would have found someone else to train them!…….OF COURSE I LOVE MY SON…..Yes I want to see him!….You know that’s not my fault, Maggie. Look, I’ll figure something out, I have to go. I’ll call you back.” He hangs up, and pinches his nose between his fingers.
Sarah’s teacher is Lance Tucker. THE Lance Tucker, the one who got his student pregnant. He stands up and walks over to us. The man is much taller than me, hell even Sarah is taller than me. He smiles a stressed, forced smile.
“Hi, you must be Sarah?” He said that to me. He thinks I’m Sarah? Fuck, I’m a 27 year old grown ass woman. Sarah starts laughing before she cuts in.
“No, I’m Sarah. This is my older sister, Stella.” He double takes, looking at me again.
“You’re older than she is?”
“Yes sir, by 10 years.” He laughs this time.
“Holy shit. You’re a tiny little thing, aren’t you?” I roll my eyes. Not the first time I’ve heard that, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.
“You could say that.” He rests his hands on his hips, before shaking his head, then holding his hand out for me to shake, then Sarah.
“I’m Lance Tucker. Welcome to my gym.” He smiles at me, and winks.
This man is something else, I can tell.
Sarah’s first day of training was hell, at least that’s what she told me while we sit at the dinner table.
“He’s so hard on you, like it’s not encouraging whatsoever. It’s just belittling and insulting.” She picks at her broccoli.
“I’m sure he means well, Sarah. Afterall he has multiple success stories. Really no failed trainees.” She sighs.
“I know. Do you think you could stay with me tomorrow? It’s just me and him as I’m his best girl right now. I could use some encouraging words to battle his belittling ones.”
“I’m sure I can, I don’t see why he would mind.” She finishes her meal, and stands up to give me a hug.
“Thanks for dinner sis, I’m going to bed.”
“What time do you need to be awake.”
“5.” That should be easy enough for me.
“Alright. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Besides, I think coach likes you. He asked about you and what you do most of the day.”
I find myself blushing. There’s no way he would think about me like that, he doesn’t even know me well. But, the thoughts are not unwelcome. Heading to bed, I take my shower and get in my pajamas, my queen sized bed welcoming me with open arms. Tomorrow will be a very interesting day…
SHE NEEDS TO LET GO (Part 2) Becca x Mc fanfiction NSFW
We continued to stand in disbelief over what had just happened. Do I go to her room? No, I can’t. As much as I regret telling Kaitlyn the way I did, everything I said was the truth. I wasn’t in love with her anymore, I haven’t been for a long time. My feelings for Becca were growing day by day, and in my eyes, she is my priority, even if I am not hers.
“Shay say something” Becca begged, her eyes wide with worry and guilt.
I snapped back into reality.
“I, I don’t know what to say. Becca… I am so sorry you just had to hear all of that but please do not feel bad. Kaitlyn was the one who pushed me away as soon as she joined the band, none of this is your fault”. I continued to stare at her, as bad as it is, all I cared about was how she was, and how she was feeling.
“Seeing someone huh?” she asks, her mouth curving slightly on one side. I sigh in relief, she’s not mad. Thank fuck she is not mad.
I go bright red,
“erm, I guess I am. Am I? I don’t know. I didn’t know what else to say? I’m ‘pit-stopping’ with someone?”
Becca breaks out into a laugh.
“Seeing someone, I like it” she says as she walks slowly towards you. Your face hovering over hers as she reaches where you are stood. You close the gap, passionately kissing her, and your worries about Kaitlyn quickly disappear.
The next morning you walk into the kitchen, to your relief, Kaitlyn is no where to be seen. As much as you know you need to talk to her, to apologise for the sudden outburst of news, you weren’t ready. To your delight, Becca is already stood in the kitchen making a coffee. You sneak up behind her, grabbing her waist and nuzzle her neck.
“Shit you scared me” she giggles, putting her hands on yours and holding you close. She turns around, checks to see if anyone is in the kitchen, then kisses you. You eventually pull away, too paranoid that someone may walk in any second.
“So, what’re your thoughts about last night” you whisper to her as you begin to make your own coffee. She stands opposite the breakfast bar, “it was messed up. Like seriously messed up, but maybe it’s for the best she knows that it’s over for good. You’ve got to be cruel to be kind sometimes I guess”. You nod your head in agreement.
“It was messed up and I’m sorry you got dragged into it, that’s the last thing I wanted baby. But I meant what I said, we’re completely over. Besides, I’m kinda seeing someone now anyway” you say teasingly.
Becca arches her eyebrow,
“Oh really, who’s the lucky girl then?” She asks with a seductive grin on her face.
“Oh you don’t know her, just this girl who is ridiculously beautiful, kind, caring…, kind of sassy”
Beccas grin widens. “Oh reeeallly? She sounds pretty damn special to me”
“Oh she is, although she thinks she’s some big time on campus right, I know…such a loser.” You roll your eyes as you tease her. Becca gasps and smacks your arm from across the table.
“Hey!!! I am a big deal” she insists whilst you continue laughing and teasing her. You walk over to her side of the table and wrap your arms around her. As you both continue laughing, you begin tickling her. You know she HATES it, but you love to wind her up. She begins laughing hysterically, dropping to the floor rolling around trying to get out of your grasp. You pin her down and continue to tickle her. Minutes go by and you’re both on the floor laughing and tickling each other. All of a sudden you hear a glass get set down on the table above you.
You look up to see Kaitlyn stood metres away from you both, staring. You shoot up, brushing yourself off. Becca does the same.
“Oh hey Kaitlyn, sorry Shay was just being an ass as usual. Erm.. how’re you?” Becca says in an attempt to release the tension. Kaitlyn looks down.
“Yeah I’m good thanks, just grabbing some water.” She walks over to the fridge and opens it. As her back is turned, you and Becca stare at each other in panic. Did she see anything? Does she know? Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
“So erm Kaitlyn what’re you up to today?” Becca asks, another attempt to lighten the mood.
“Not much, band practise then studying I guess” she says, her voice quiet.
You could cut the tension with a knife. You’re yet to speak. What do I say? I have to rescue this somehow.
“So Kaitlyn, erm, I er… you hungover?” What the Fuck did I just say. Her face reddens.
“Yeah kinda, I got a bit too drunk last night” she says shyly.
“So… I have to go as I have class but I’ll see you guys later” Becca says whilst exiting the kitchen, giving you one last look of panic before leaving the house. You stand in silence for a few minutes, unable to speak.