prompt: it’s a well known fact thattheo raeken doesn’t like to share. so, when he sees the reader getting progressively closer to one of their fellow classmates, he decides to take matters into his own hands (literally lmao).
@alltimefanfiction contest entry, check out their page! Summary; Jack meets a girl who won’t tell him her name. Her legacy follows All Time Low throughout their career.
Jack remembers meeting her vividly. Alex was throwing his
first house party, seeing as his parents had finally gone away for the weekend. They were buzzing.
August28th 2008 - 7pm
Armed with bags of the cheapest lager Jack could find, he kicked open Alex’s
front door with a converse clad foot.
“Aleeee-“ His call was cut short by the sight of three girls dancing
passionately in their underwear in front of the television. The lagers slipped
from his arms and rolled across the floor at their feet.
They all laughed loudly, feminine cheeks lighting up in pink blushes as Jack
stared, his mouth hung open in shock. Lisa chucked both girls a blanket from
the back of the sofa to cover up with and ran off upstairs, “Alex is up here!”.
“Send his dumb ass down here.” Jack shouted back, his voice breaking to his
utter embarrassment. Averting his eyes, he dropped to the floor to collect up
the alcohol. The girl with the long dark hair and a full fringe wrapped a pink
dressing gown round her waist and rushed to help him, goose pimples collecting
on the bare skin of her arms as she piled the icy cans against her chest. Her
carefree smile shocked him for a moment and Jack found himself looking at her
for a moment too long. To this day, he is sure she was just pretending not to
“Stella Artois.” She smirked as she put them back in the carrier bag, “My
Jack grinned at her, “If I’m honest, it’s just the cheapest I could find. I’m
Jack, nice to meet you.”.
She jumped to her feet, her brown eyes sparkling, “You can call me Stella. I’m
gonna go find Lisa, see you in a bit.”.
Then she was gone, pulling her blonde haired friend after her. Jack planted
himself firmly on the cream carpet and sighed heavily, finding himself a little
breathless. Alex came into the lounge, dressed in a loose button up shirt and
“You alright buddy?” He muttered, reaching out his hand to help his friend to
Jack ran a heavy hand through the blonde streak in his hair and nodded, “Yeah,
who are Lisa’s friends?”.
“Oh, just Kayleigh and her mate, I don’t know her name.”.
Heaving, he grabbed his best friend’s hand and pulled himself up. “Stella.”.
10.45pm It was reaching eleven pm and Zack and Rian were clapping either side of
Jack as he chugged yet another Stella Artois. Laughing, he crushed the empty
can in his fist and threw it to his feet.
“My turn!” a voice sang, causing all three boys to look round.
“Christ.” Rian breathed at the sight of her, collecting himself as Jack dug him
sharply in the ribs. The mystery girl was stood before them in a black slim fit
dress, fishnets and velvet heels. She could have been a piece of art in any of
their eyes, but especially Jack’s. (And boy, did he wanna pin her against the
wall like the art she was.)
“Stella!” he cheered casually, chucking her a lager.
She caught it in one hand and snickered devilishly, “Ahhh, so that’s what I
have you calling me, I forgot.”. Making sure all three of them were watching, she
opened her lips seductively and cracked open the drink. Within a minute her
dark lipstick was smudged down her chin and she was throwing the can at Jack, a
triumphant look on her face as they all gawped.
Zack nearly fainted at the sight of her bending down in front of the lanky
guitarist and picking up his crushed can. Gently, she pulled his hand towards
hers and placed the trash in his hand, “Alex is a nice guy, don’t go making a
mess of his house.”.
“I’m over here more than I’m at my own house.” Jack hissed, a smile on his
face, “Now, don’t go throwing up that alcohol on my best friend’s carpet
Rian and Zack chuckled.
“I could outdrink you any day you skinny fuck!” Stella gasped, pushing his
Jack lit up in amusement, “Oh, you’re on.”.
“See, I want to move out of the city so I can see the stars properly.” Stella,
as Jack had decided he would probably have to call her till at least the next
morning, explained with a drunken slur, “Light pollution ruins the view.”.
They were laid out on the damp grass while the wild party continued indoors,
staring up at the sky. To his absolute horror, Jack had lost the drinking
contest and they had come outdoors so he wouldn’t puke on any of Alex’s
parent’s stuff. After he’d thrown up into the bin twice, she’d pulled him down
onto the ground and tried her best to point out the constellations among the
cloudy night sky. It was not their lucky night.
“I’m a writer.” She murmured, “Because I could never be an astrologer. You’d
get bored if you looked at the stars every day, and I don’t want them to stop
being beautiful, yanno?”.
Jack nodded, “Definitely. But, I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of playing
He turned to look at her and suddenly she was kissing him. With the stars as
their only witnesses, they kissed. His apprehension fell away and he wrapped an
arm lazily around her neck, pulling them closer to each other. She tasted like
Jack woke up in the bath tub with a loud groan. His t-shirt was missing and he
was sticky with alcohol and god knows what else. He stood up very slowly, his
head pounding and vision blurring as he realised his whereabouts. As he got to
his feet, a scrap of paper fell into the bath tub. With a groan, he read it to
himself through squinting eyes.
You’d get bored if you looked at the stars every day. Perhaps you’d get bored
of me too. Become the star you’re dreaming of being, I’ll be watching out for
Sorry, I had to leave.
Alex leaned round the door, looking worse for wear in his
torn dress shirt and boxer shorts.
“She left this morning.” He spoke knowingly, “Lisa said she didn’t want you to
know her name. Weird shit, huh?”.
Jack forced a smile, his heart aching, “Yeah, weird shit.”.
July 7th 2009 – All Time Low released ‘Nothing Personal’. The song Stella was a hit. Alex
told everyone it was written about partying. Jack loved playing that song live.
Zack and Rian don’t know why to this day.
Feels like I’m falling
When I’m falling to the bathroom floor
I remember how you tasted
I’ve had you so many times, let’s face it,
Feels like I’m falling in love alone
Stella, would you take me home?
Summer 2014 – There was a girl who looked like her in
fishnets and velvet heels at a club. Of course, she wasn’t nearly as pretty and
couldn’t drink nearly as much. Jack slept with her and left early the next
morning, leaving a handwritten note on the bedside table as an apology. In a
few months’ time, Don’t You Go was
added to the Future Hearts track list. Jack hated playing that song live. Zack
and Rian don’t know why to this day.
20th March 2015 – One Night in London with All Time Low. SSE Wembley Arena.
The boys rocked the show, of course. Alex and Rian invited a load of people to
the afterparty, including a few stragglers who stayed behind after the show. Alex
was pretty sure he recognised one of the girls. She stuttered and blurted that
she was a writer and he might have read one of her books. Alex, considering
himself a writer of sorts, be it song writing, invited her along with
excitement. She was beaming.
Jack bought fishbowl cocktails, lining them up down the kitchen of the tour bus
and challenging people to a drinking contest. Wiping his hair from his face,
Alex stepped up alongside Zack.
A daring voice spoke up from among a small group of people at the back of the
bus, “I’ll do it.”. A girl walked confidently down the length of the bus and
leaned against the counter next to Lisa.
Jack turned to look at her and his face fell in shock. Her once dark hair was
bright pink and pulled up in a messy bun and she was dressed in comfy mom jeans
and a printed tee-shirt, but he’d recognise those bright eyes anywhere. Jack grinned.
“What should I call you this time, Stella?”
He asked as he pointed her over to a fishbowl of colourful cocktail.
She shrugged nonchalantly, “The Life of the Party.”.
Rian counted down from three and they started drinking. Within minutes, Alex had slipped and poured the entirety of the bowl’s content down his front,
disqualifying him immediately. Bursting into laughter at Alex’s futile attempt,
Jack choked and sprayed cocktail all over Zack and soon they turned to just
chucking it over each other instead of finishing. Zack was about to tip the
rest of his bowl over Jack’s head when she called out “Finished!”.
All three boys glared enviously at her empty bowl as Rian announced ‘Life of
the Party’ as the winner. She lived up to her nicknames, every time. Jack’s heart swelled as she smiled over at him.
“What are you doing in London of all places?” he asked, “Light pollution must
“I’m a writer Jack.” She whispered dreamily, “I’m here for inspiration only.
And anyway, I told you I’d watch out for you didn’t I?”.
She stood up from the ground in front of the tour bus and pointed at the sky,
“Look, tonight’s our lucky night. There’s Ursa Major.”.
“Beautiful.” He murmured, standing next to her and staring at the group of
“Boring.” She corrected him, “Just same old Ursa Major.”.
He shook his head at her and leaned down. With the constellations looking down
on them, he kissed her goodbye.
“I’ll see you again.” He promised, “Stella, my life of the party.”.
She tasted like a mixture of alcohol, it made him feel alive.
February 13th 2016 – Jack dyed his hair red. “Blonde was getting boring” he
said, “Same old Jack.”.
That night Alex and Jack stayed up all night writing a song. Alex knew they’d
finally got it right when Jack cried singing it.
2nd June 2017 – Last Young Renegade
was released by All Time Low. Life of the
Party was a hit. Alex told everyone it was written about partying. Jack
loves playing that song live. Zack and Rian are pretty damn sure they know why.
PROMPT: Rafe finds you asleep at your desk. (Pure fluff.)
Rafe checks his phone for the fourth time in fifteen
It’s one in the morning and you still haven’t come out of your
office. Between you and Rafe, he is definitely the one who will work into the
early hours of the morning – sometimes not getting any sleep at all. But Rafe
knows that you have been working on a new project for the past month. A project
that suddenly starting going somewhere.
You were on the couch earlier that day, simply watching a
movie and enjoying your weekend, when your phone buzzed. A development had
happened, something that suddenly made your project a lot more sense. Rafe didn’t
mind you getting up from the couch and running upstairs to your study. He doesn’t
mind that he didn’t see you for the rest of the day – at one point leaving a
small tray of toast and a mug of coffee outside your door.
What Rafe does mind is you not getting sleep.
He gets out of bed and pushed his hair back from his face. Your
office is a few doors away, still closed with an empty tray outside the door. Well at least she ate something, he thinks
to himself as he pads down the hallway.
Rafe gently eases open the door and pokes his head in. Your
office is a collective mess of books, papers, files and external hard-drives. Among
the mess is your desk, and slumped over it is you. At first, Rafe thinks that
it’s just your posture going to hell, but after a few seconds of lingering at
the door, he realises that you’re asleep.
He slowly and quietly moves into the room, reaching for the
mouse of your computer to shut it down for the night. Your phone is among the
various pages and books on your desk. Rafe picks it up and puts it in his
pocket to charge later.
He gently puts his hand on your shoulder. “(Y/N)?” he
whispers, shaking your slightly. You let out a groan and bury your face into
your folded arms.
Rafe flashes you a smile. “Alright,” he sighs, pulling your
desk chair back and gathering you in his arms. Even through your sleep-muddled
mind, you feel how easily he can pick you up. You wrap your arms around his
neck and bury your face into his shoulder. He’s so warm.
You mumble tiredly against his neck. “Wha’ are you doin’?”
“You and your back will thank me in the morning,” Rafe
carries you down the hall and into your bedroom. He walks over to your side of
the bed, gently putting you down. He tries to pry your arms away from around
his neck. He chuckles lightly. “You need to let go love.”
He eventually manages to unhook your arms from around his
neck and pull a blanket over you. The feeling of your bed underneath you and
the warmth from the blankets tugs you deeper and deeper into sleep.
You blindly reach out for Rafe and mutter something against
your pillow. You hear him chuckle from the other side of the room. “Hang on
love,” he says gently, sliding into bed. You gather enough strength to roll
over and rest your head on Rafe’s chest. He wraps one arm around you, hugging
you close to his side, while he cards his fingers through your hair.
You fall back asleep almost instantly, work long forgotten
Rafe stares up at the ceiling, gently running his fingers
through your hair and messaging your scalp. When he hears your breathing start
to deepen and level out, a faint smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
“Goodnight love,” he mumbles, pressing a light kiss to the
top of your head.
Eva Mary ‘Eve’ Dickson, Lady Price (1946). Frank O. Salisbury (English, 1874-1962). Oil on canvas. National Trust, Wakehurst Place.
Sir Henry Price, successful businessman who made millions after creating the fifty shilling suit, married for the second time in 1939. His bride, Eva Mary Dickson, was nearly 30 years his junior. “Eve” was the perfect hostess and Wakehurst became a place buzzing with weekend shooting parties, halted only in 1941, when Price offered the house to the Canadian Army.
Our own lady of rage, Lizzie Armanto, sits in the hot seat on this week’s episode of Weekend Buzz with Allysha Bergado. They discuss Auby Taylor’s crush, creeps on the internet, college, boba, the progression of girl’s skateboarding and Jeff Grosso.
I know; the title doesn’t sound fluffy. It’s not even fluff. I actually don’t
know what to call this. Maybe it’s angst…I don’t know. Shhh. ._.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY WAIFU (AKA. @giupear)! Welcome to the twenties! This is a
birthday present from me to you, and I actually finished it early! Huzzah! It’s the sequel to your first present, When She Smiles, and I hope you like this one, too!
is not only a birthday present, but also a thank-you gift—for being the best
waifu anyone could ask for. Thank you so much for always being there for me;
you’re the greatest. ;w; I’m so glad that we got to meet and become friends
(and waifus!), and here’s to many more fun times for us ahead! Have an amazing
birthday; I love you!
(Trigger Warning: Mention of abandonment) Genre: Friendship/Hurt/Comfort Character(s): Lucy, Natsu Pairing(s): NaLu Synopsis: There are many things that
make up a relationship—and reciprocation is a key component.
Hey Lucy, are you awake? the message read.
and rolled over onto her stomach, staring at the message on her phone blankly
for about a minute before she bothered to check the time.
blinked again and sat up on her bed, letting her blanket slip down onto the
mattress as she quickly texted back.
Yeah, I’m awake. Question is,
why’re YOU up so early?
there and stared at her blank screen in the dark, wondering to herself that
same question even as she’d sent it. Natsu was never up this early—not even for
school days. And it was a weekend, too…
phone buzzed hardly a minute later. She quickly checked the message.
Couldn’t sleep, he’d texted back.
frowned to herself, worry beginning to slowly coil in the pits of her stomach.
She’d never dreamed that she’d ever hear him say that. If anything, he slept
Did something happen? she typed hurriedly. It isn’t like you to not be able to sleep.
phone buzzed again.
Actually…that’s kind of why I
furrowed her brow in confusion. What do
you mean? she asked.
About why I can’t sleep, the reply read.
began building up in spite of the concern. Can
you tell me what it is? she typed, just barely avoiding the use of an angry
flopped back down onto her pillow and waited for his answer, her thoughts
whirling uncontrollably. He was acting strangely…something was definitely
wrong…but what could it be? She couldn’t even take a guess. This’d never been
an issue with Natsu, even before they’d started dating.
wasn’t sure for how long she was letting her mind wander, but it occurred to
her that Natsu hadn’t yet replied. She checked her last message—it’d been over fifteen
minutes. Had he finally fallen asleep? Had he chickened out?
phone buzzed right as those thoughts came to her—and Lucy was faced with a huge
wall of text.
Disclaimer: Red vs Blue and related characters are the property of Rooster Teeth. Warnings: Language, Canon-typical violence, Alien-MPREG Pairings: Tuckington Rating: T Synopsis: [Vigilante
AU] Tucker’s life has been weird for a while. Weird enough that finding
a brightly clad jackass bleeding out in the restaurant’s dumpster isn’t probably the weirdest thing that’s going to happen to him that day. Shenanigans ensued pretty readily.
Sheila didn’t even ask why Tucker didn’t call Kai first for a ride, as was his usual. And though the concern was clear on her face as she looked at him from the curb of the police station, she didn’t ask too many questions about that either.
Though, of course, news about the Red Dead Blood Gulch Crew moved fast.
He shut the door of the van and glared ahead. “Thanks,” he muttered.
“Guess you just wanna go straight home,” she said, looking to the mirrors before beginning to pull out from the corner.
So, this has turned out a bit quiet and moody, just in time to bring everyone’s long weekend buzz down a notch or two. Sorry! I’ll post some porn on Sunday to make up for it ;)
Summary: Essentially, Will rescues Hannibal after the fall, rather than the other way around.
Mature / Warning for suicide mention & near death
Hannibal opened his eyes to the sound of an axe falling on wood. Sunlight fell on his face, warm but with the waning strength of autumn. There was woodsmoke in the air, and the crisp scent of fresh apples. The axe fell again, ringing sharp and clear through the peaceful air.
There was nothing in his mind but the present moment, even when he tried to reach for something more. He was not afraid. He went back to sleep.
He was more lucid the next time he awoke. His body ached where he lay, not from injury but from lack of use. A memory returned, of pacing in a glass cage. The sunlight was still warm but had shifted in the room. Perhaps an hour had passed.
The axe was silent now.
Hannibal stretched, slowly and deliberately, cataloguing the range of motion in his cramped muscles, noting the IV in his arm. His limbs shifted under the heavy wool blankets, hands pulling at his clothing to search for the bullet wound.
There was nothing, not even a bandage. Only a rough, tender area of scar tissue.
A door opened, spilling light and cold, fresh air past him into the room. Will.