her words are a sword

Attempting to gather his bearings, Liam meets Gee’s eyes with a firm stare and sighs out of frustration—both general and sexual, he’ll admit. “Georgia,” he says, willing his voice to be as firm as his gaze, “the whole point of this evening was to get us out of this house.”

Georgia seems unbothered by both his tone and the look in his eyes. She smiles at him and lets the dressing gown slip a bit, revealing her shoulders. “Sit down, Liam.”

Liam gulps quietly and tosses his wallet towards the mattress to land on his blazer as he takes a seat at the edge of the bed. “Georgia Walker, you’re not playing fair.”

Gee shrugs as she steps towards him, grinning wider. “All’s fair in love and—”

“Sex?” Liam finishes. He looks her up and down and huffs out a frustrated laugh. “Hardly.”

boring || a Liam & Gee one-shot (told in two parts / now complete)

“You know, I pride myself on the pair of you being the best match-up we’ve ever arranged,” Celene said next. “I mean, look at you, with your marriage and your beautiful baby. You’re a bloody masterpiece if I’ve ever seen one. But I don’t want to see you turn into that boring old couple who never takes time for themselves.”

“Oi, c’mon, now, I don’t think we’re quite headed in that direction,” Liam had protested, pulling Carter from the high chair to sit him in his lap, bouncing him on his knee in hopes of easing away the remainders of his fussiness. He and Gee kept to themselves quite often, sure, especially now that they had an eight-month-old to look after. But had they really become…boring?

boring || a Liam & Gee one-shot (told in two parts)

In the midst of marital turbulence, Joseph and Margaret Jonas and their three children are invited to spend Christmas with Joe’s family. With accepting the invitation, there comes a challenge: attempting to not allude to any problems they are having while simultaneously vowing to begin working through said problems over the holiday.

Unfortunately, neither Joe nor Margie is very good at keeping all of their feelings under wraps…

In one way or another, this Christmas is bound to be one for the books.

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This Christmas // a Holiday JBFA repost // completed 

thank you.

This question has cropped up in my online interactions lately, and to be perfectly blunt, I think it's a pretty stupid one.

Of course fanfic is art. It's a creative expression of human emotion and imagination. If that ain't art, I don't know what is.

“Which one is your boyfriend?”

Teyana pulls her gaze away to take in the stage again, twinkle lights hung everywhere beneath the canopy of a setting sun, Niall crooning into the microphone, his fingers strumming at guitar strings as they move into the chorus of their cover of King Harvest’s “Dancing in the Moonlight”. It’s in this very same moment that he happens to look up from the crowd, eyes somehow finding hers with ease even with a whole dance floor full of people between them. A small grin curls his lips as he sings, and he holds her gaze, his gorgeous and mesmerizing and one hell of a pair of blues.

Before Teyana can point him out, the woman chimes, “Wait, let me guess—the one with the sweet eyes who’s looking at you like you hung the moon.”

Teyana laughs, a bubbly, schoolgirl-with-a-crush laugh, and plans to blame the color she knows is seeping into her cheeks on the summer heat if she’s asked. “Yeah. That’s him.”

an excerpt from ‘who are you here for (who is here for you)?’

THE SANGRIA SERIES - an AU series of one-shots and drabbles in which Teyana Cruz navigates love, life, cat ownership, and shoddy air conditioning with indie band member Niall in Los Angeles.

The most important question I ask myself while writing romance, five years apart and much classier now, thanks to Kate Clayborn's incredible needlepoint skills.

I'm a conflict writer (this will surprise no one, as I feel like you'd be hard pressed to find a romance writer who loves an explosion more than me), so this question is my lodestar when I work. I ask myself after every scene: Why Can't They Be Together Right Now. This isn't a vague question for me while I'm writing -- I literally write the answer down in a notebook.

"Chapter 1, Scene 1: They haven't met yet."

"Chapter 7, Scene 2: He's just been stabbed. Right now is not a good time."

"Chapter 18, Scene 1: He thinks she deserves someone far better than he is (dummy)."

The goal is for the reasons to evolve and change, and reflect both what I think of as the plot (what's going on externally in the book) and the story (what's happening internally in the book).

Liam

Oftentimes, Liam feels as if he comes across a walking wreck—as if all his cracks and bends are on full display, raw and exposed for all the world to see. Like his shoulders sag quite noticeably under the weight of the metaphorical baggage he carries around, with Lissie in tow. Like there’s a headline scrawled across his forehead in screaming ink—‘Successful Pop Star Falls Off the Grid After Experiencing Personal Tragedy.’

In the midst of marital turbulence, Joseph and Margaret Jonas and their three children are invited to spend Christmas with Joe’s family. With accepting the invitation, there comes a challenge: attempting to not allude to any problems they are having while simultaneously vowing to begin working through said problems over the holiday.

Unfortunately, neither Joe nor Margie is very good at keeping all of their feelings under wraps…

In one way or another, this Christmas is bound to be one for the books.

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

This Christmas // a Holiday JBFA repost // completed