I live!!!
Fandom: Good Charlotte
Pairing: Quinn/Joel, Quinn/Benji or Billy up to you
Challenge: IT WAS YOUR THIRD TRY
You looked into the ash try, as you dipped the smoldering tip down and shook off loss ashes. He hated it when you smoked, threatened not to kiss you if you didn’t stop, but you had the cutest pout, and the hair in the eyes routine that always made him give in.
But its different being caught-smoke in your mouth, or taped down to his lead-singers bed. That’s something blonde hair and pouting lips couldn’t fix. Joel said the other guitarist cried, you didn’t believe him, why would he cry? You never got it right, that was your third try.
I came up with two for this one, so I thought why not put them both…
Fandom: Could be anyone you imagine
Pairing: Could be anyone you imagine
Challenge: IT WAS YOUR THIRD TRY
Glass shattered against floor, and feet. Bare feet, something he always insisted, that way if you ran you wouldn’t get far, as the collar he makes you where etched is his address as a “just in case.”
”Go to your fucking room” yelled, followed by “useless slut” as you padded off, that is, until he growled “crawl.”
You hated that room, you never went there unless you were in trouble. You usually slept at his feet, you wondered how you got here. Like a lost dog looking for a home death-row around the corner, you were on your last life.
Pairing: Quinn/Joel, Quinn/Benji or Billy up to you
Challenge: IT WAS YOUR THIRD TRY
You looked into the ash try, as you dipped the smoldering tip down and shook off loss ashes. He hated it when you smoked, threatened not to kiss you if you didn’t stop, but you had the cutest pout, and the hair in the eyes routine that always made him give in.
But its different being caught-smoke in your mouth, or taped down to his lead-singers bed. That’s something blonde hair and pouting lips couldn’t fix. Joel said the other guitarist cried, you didn’t believe him, why would he cry? You never got it right, that was your third try.
I came up with two for this one, so I thought why not put them both…
Fandom: Could be anyone you imagine
Pairing: Could be anyone you imagine
Challenge: IT WAS YOUR THIRD TRY
Glass shattered against floor, and feet. Bare feet, something he always insisted, that way if you ran you wouldn’t get far, as the collar he makes you where etched is his address as a “just in case.”
”Go to your fucking room” yelled, followed by “useless slut” as you padded off, that is, until he growled “crawl.”
You hated that room, you never went there unless you were in trouble. You usually slept at his feet, you wondered how you got here. Like a lost dog looking for a home death-row around the corner, you were on your last life.