hardy lunch

Ellie my child… oh God, you know there is a fuckening shitstorm brewing for this woman

“I dreamt I was at Axehampton, lying by the waterfall”

And every single episode brings us closer and closer to Joe

Then there’s her dad and kiddos and the problems with Tom

And her personal grief, the way she can relate to Trish’s needs, and what happened to her, and how she’s so traumatised by what men have done and hiding it behind this wall of anger


something bad is going to happen to ellie and when it does I’m going to defenestrate myself

hardyrose  asked:

Hardy x Hannah prompt: gossip is swarming broadchurch about Hardy's new girlfriend. All is hypothetical until they're caught red-handed :o lol. Have fun and thanks :)

All in all

700 words


Why can’t I write anything with a normal amount of emotion for these two? (Because I love them so much, that’s why.)

Hardy looked up from his computer screen to find Hannah standing in his office doorway.

“What are you doing here?”

“Brought you lunch.”

Hardy frowned, she wasn’t the type to cook for him.

“Well, bought you lunch.” She held up an M&S plastic bag.

“That’s more like it.”

He removed his glasses and stood up to greet her properly, but he noticed his coworkers trying to casually peer into his office.

“Bloody rubberneckers.”

Hannah’s arrival in Broadchurch a week ago had people talking like only small town peeps could. She was younger than him and way out of his league. Speculations abounded as to the nature of their relationship: sister, mistress, witness, prostitute.  Of course, Hannah loved to provoke these rumours as evidenced by her see-through blue blouse— not that he was complaining.

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Life with Dean Winchester

Prompt: Hi I wanted to know if you could do an imagine where the reader is living in the bunker with Sam and Dean and she breaks her arm and dean takes her to the hospital and they think he’s her hubby and like a whole lot of fluff even when they get back and they act like a couple even though they aren’t? PPLLEASEE XX

Triggers: Broken arm

Word Count: 1,249

Authors Note: Forgive me, for I know absolutely nothing about hospitals or breaking bones or anything like that. So if I completely butchered the scene in the hospital, excuse me. I’m an idiot. I hope I did somewhat okay. (Yes, I used Google to help me write that scene. Shh. Don’t tell anyone.)

By the way, when I put down the prompt, from now on, I’m going to be putting down the request itself that someone sent me instead of putting it into my own words. They explain it better than I do.


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