and my neck is my best feature

Naked and Alone (Dean Winchester)

Originally posted by frozen-delight

warning: sort of smutty, violence and some curse words.

I promised myself I wasn’t going to keep doing this to myself, but here I was once again letting him kiss down my body.

“Dean.” I moaned putting my hands in his hair.

Dean Winchester was like a drug I just couldn’t quit. It ate me up inside.

“fuck.” Dean moaned taking my shirt off.

He traced his fingers over my anti-possession tattoo that looked similar to his.

“Dean please.” I begged tired of his teasing already.

Dean Winchester was the closest thing to love I’ve ever felt. When you hunt supernatural creatures for a living, it’s very dangerous to fall in love. Nobody would know that better than Sam Winchester, Dean’s little brother. He lost his true love Jessica to a demon and he hasn’t been the same ever since. Dean changed after that too. He used to hunt with me and spend his time with me and Bobby, but now were just strangers who meet up to screw around. 

“Dean oh god.” I moaned as he kissed down my neck.  

Our late night meetings were getting more frequent and I was starting to feel more than just lust for the man. Dean pulled down my black jeans leaving me exposed to him. I reached up pulling off his shirt. If I didn’t know any better I could’ve sworn Dean was sculpted by a bunch of angels. I kissed his neck and down his chest. Dean gripped me by the back of the neck bringing my face back up to his. In one swift motion Dean’s sweats and boxers were on the floor, and so was my thong.

“Dean.” I moaned again letting him slip inside of me.

Dean Winchester was the only man who had this effect over me. His thrusts were slow at first but quickened with every sound that I made. His moans were mixed with mine in a euphoric bliss. It didn’t take long for either of us to finish. Dean rolled off of me sitting up on the bed. There was a awkward silence. I turned my back to him, knowing he’d leave soon, like he always did.

“are you okay?” Dean asked standing up putting on his clothes.

“I’m fine.” I snapped.

Dean sat back down patting my back. He wasn’t a comforting guy so this was at least something from him. He got up again walking towards the door.

“i’ll see you soon.” Dean said walking out.

I pulled my hair screaming. I needed to let him go. I knew that, but I couldn’t force myself to. I knew that the same thing would happen, we’d each go on a hunt, we’d win, he’d call, and then I’d be right back where I am now, in some cheap motel naked and alone. I got up sliding my thong and pants back on.

“hello?” A person said knocking on my door.

I quickly threw my bra and sweater on before peering out of the hole in the door. It wasn’t anybody I recognized. I grabbed a blade from under my pillow stuffing it in the waist of my pants. I opened the door looking at the woman standing there. She had blue eyes and short blonde hair.

“can I help you?” I said keeping my one hand on my hip close to the blade.

“yeah my car broke down and your room was the closest. Do you have a phone I could barrow?” She said sweetly.

She didn’t look to be dangerous so I turned around to go get my cell phone. When I turned back she was in the room and the door was shut. My hand instinctively reached for the blade in my pants.

“I wouldn’t if I were you.” She threatened her eyes turning black as coal.

“What do you want?” I asked backing away from the demon.

“Meg, the names Meg and what do I want? That’s a great question y/n.” She started.

I gave her a confused look. How could she know my name? I’d never seen her before in my life.

“yeah that’s right, I know who you are. You can thank Mr. Winchester for that. I want them, the Winchesters. You’re going to help me get them. ” She said coming close to me.

She reached her hand in the waist of my pants pulling out the serrated blade.

“how am I going to do that?” I asked swallowing the lump in my throat.

“You’re going to scream.” She whispered.

Before I could register what happened, Meg plunged the blade in my shoulder causing me to let out a shriek of pain.

“that’s not loud enough.” Meg said grabbing the knife out and plunging it in my thigh this time.

I bit my tongue trying not to scream. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction that she wanted. I could taste blood as I continued to bite my tongue, blocking out the shooting pain from my shoulder and leg. I tried to fight her off but she was winning. She ripped my shirt off staring at my anti-possession tattoo. While she was distracted I kicked her off of me crawling over to my bag on the floor. 

“were not done playing.” Meg screamed getting up.

I was close to my bag now. I grabbed it, taking out the vile of holy water I kept in there. Meg grabbed my legs bringing me back to the center of the room. I turned around quickly splashing her with the holy water.

“you bitch!” She screamed.

I took the opportunity to grab the knife by her feet.

“now I’m just going to kill you.” She said coming closer.

In one swift motion I slit her throat with the knife. She put her hand up to stop the bleeding.

“this isn’t over.” She choked out before disappearing.

I took a moment to register what had just happened. Sam and Dean were in trouble. I had to warn them. My head fought against me telling me I should just leave and let them handle it but my heart won out. I got up to walk when a shooting pain in my leg knocked me over. I crawled over to my cell phone dialing Dean’s number.

“come on pick up.” I screamed as the phone kept ringing.

It rang a few more times before he picked up.

“y/n what’s wrong?” Dean asked.

“Dean.” I breathed out.


and here I was again, laying naked and alone in a cheap motel. I told Dean about Meg and he helped me patch up my shoulder and leg. He told me that Meg wanted the colt. I knew the colt existed but I didn’t know that the Winchesters had possession of it. One thing led to another and here we were. This time it was different though. Dean was right in the next room, sleeping soundly next to Sam. I ran my hands through my hair letting out a frustrated sigh. We, actually Dean, decided that we should stick together since Meg came after me.

“y/n?” A voice said from the other side of the door.

This time I knew who the voice belonged too.

“come in.” I said pulling the duvet up to cover my still naked body.

Dean opened the door stepping in slightly.

“you okay?” He asked coming over and sitting on the bed.

“I’m fine.” I said playing with the duvet.

“you know you’re one badass hunter, but a terrible liar."  Dean said finally looking at me.

I took a deep breath trying to blink back the oncoming tears.

"you caught me." I said my voice shaking a little bit.

"look Meg can’t get to you without getting through me first." Dean said grabbing my hand in his.

"It’s not Meg.” I said keeping my voice low.

“than what is it?” Dean questioned.

I looked at his stone cold features.

“It’s you Dean, you’re my problem.” I said firmly.

He got off the bed and stared down at the floor. It was as if I just delivered a sucker punch to his large ego. I tried to see his face to register what he was thinking but he stayed looking at the floor.

“I don’t understand.” Dean said scratching the back of his neck.

He finally looked up and his face was contorted with a hurt look. I thought of the best way to explain myself without telling him how I felt about him.

“Dean I just feel used.” I said now being the one to look at the floor.

“Used? I don’t use you.” He said getting awfully defensive.

I got a little angry myself now.

“Dean, its the same thing every time. You and I go take a case and then when were done you call asking where I am. You always end up in my bed and I being the stupid girl I am always let you. Then you just leave and I’m left laying naked and alone thinking about how I need to stop letting you play with my feelings.” I screamed getting out of bed.

The duvet fell leaving me exposed in front of Dean. Dean was quiet just eyeing my body.

“Get out Dean.” I said shoving him towards the door.

He grabbed my arms bringing me to his chest. I tried to wiggle my way away from him but he was stronger. He kept me pressed to his chest. I looked up at him but he was already staring at me. He leaned down pressing his soft lips against my own.

“do you really want me to leave?” Dean asked pulling away his voice laced with lust.

I grabbed the back of his neck bringing his lips back down to mine. He picked me up carrying me back to the bed not once breaking the kiss.

“Dean” I moaned breaking the kiss.

Dean pulled off his t-shirt and jeans before attaching his lips to my neck.

That’s when I knew. I loved Dean Winchester, even if he always left me naked and alone, I knew I should stop but I could tell I wasn’t going to, at least not anytime soon.

Of Loyalty and Duty

Prompt: In an effort to save two kingdoms, an arranged marriage was made. At his request, Prince Lin-Manuel Miranda was to be wed to you, the youngest daughter in your royal family. RoyalAU. Written for the hamwriters write-a-thon Day 1.

Pairing: Lin x reader

Words: a whopping 5,803.

A/N: Hate me if it’s too AU, it’s okay. I was nervous as hell to post this, but thanks for several special people (you know who you are) I continued and went along with the idea. I didn’t realize it would turn into this monster. I had too much fun writing this and I WILL continue it after the write-a-thon. I didn’t send this to my beta to proofread because I’m stupid and I get too excited to share my work, especially when I feel really proud of it. Cheers to @hamwriters for setting this whole thing up, letting me explore the limits to my writing, and bringing the community together as a whole. I will try my best to finish out the week without my brain exploding. As always, let me know what you guys think. <3 Lola

You blinked back the tears that threatened to fall as you surveyed the scenery outside the carriage. You had to admit that it was beautiful -  you’d never seen the leaves in such various colors nor fields of farms that expanded beyond the horizon. While the Miranda kingdom focused on agriculture, industry was predominant in your kingdom so the view was unfamiliar to you.

You angrily swiped at the tears that escaped your treacherous eyes. In less than two weeks, you were going to be ripped away from the place that you’d called home. The population of the Miranda kingdom was increasing exponentially and they lacked the technology to produce enough food for their people. Your parents, despite their indifference to the Miranda’s, offered them an accord: in exchange for the industrial secrets that would help them prosper, the Miranda kingdom must give them military aid if the hostile empire from the North decided to attack. The treaty took days to settle, but in the end an agreement was made.

However, there was one caveat: Prince Lin-Manuel Miranda was to be wed to you.

Your hands balled into fists at the thought of the Prince. You’d met him on several occasions, but your most recent encounter with him was forever burned into your memory. You attended a wedding with your two older sisters at a neighboring kingdom and the celebration feast was just as glamorous and lavish as the ceremony. Prince Lin-Manuel was the life of the party, batting his long lashes while he flirted and danced with the women on the ballroom floor. When he came to greet you, you felt woozy, having consumed endless glasses of wine, and he managed to convince you to dance. He twirled and chatted you up the rest of the night, shooing away others who wanted a chance with him. Before you knew it, he was tugging you along the corridors of the castle, hands fumbling against the corset of your dress and his lips hungrily kissing yours.

Heat crept up your neck, still vividly remembering when another guest stumbled upon the two of you. You were mortified – you were a good girl, you didn’t do those types of things, especially with a playboy like him – and promptly shoved him to the ground. He lets out a shout of surprise and you turned and ran back to the ballroom, begging your sisters to leave with you.

When your parents broke the news of the treaty to you, you were furious. How dare they choose who you married?! You wanted to marry a man that you loved, not some fool who chased after women like it was his profession. You became even more angry when they told you that he gave his parents an ultimatum, demanding that he was to be married to you and not either of your sisters. You were convinced that he only did that to infuriate and toy with you, a payback of sorts from that night.

The carriage slowed, pulling you out of your thoughts. You craned your neck out the window, staring as the gates to the castle swung open, allowing your carriage to enter.

“All I’m asking of you is to be on your best behavior tonight,” you father murmured across from you, “It would be beneficial to you if you treat them kindly, considering that you’ll be living with them from now on.”

Your mother, who sat next to him, reached over and placed her hand over your clenched fists. “I know this isn’t the most ideal situation for you, but please, think of the future of our kingdom. We would be doomed if it wasn’t for you.”

You stayed silent. You had fought a long and futile battle with your parents about the arrangement. As the youngest of three, you were less involved with politics and lived life as freely as you liked within the castle. Your eldest sister had the daunting duty of leading the people of the kingdom, a position that you were not jealous of. But now that you were to be wed to a future King, your dreams of being free from the responsibilities that came with royalty were shattered.

But your parents were right.

Your people would die if you chose to refuse the engagement. The military was too small and would be outnumbered and overpowered if the North attacked. You needed the help from the Miranda’s.

You took a deep breath. “I will try my best.”

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Are You Jealous?

Pairing: Owen Grady x Reader

Author: @star-pratt

Words: 2050

Prompt #57: Wait a second… are you jealous?

Author’s Note: I had @mf-despair-queen​ pick her favorite prompt I had for all of Chris’ characters and she picked this one and I was excited to write it and basically wrote it in one day! I hope you guys like it, enjoy! Oh, she also proofread it for me because she’s awesome!!

Originally posted by owen-grady-is-my-catnip

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“Y/n, babe, come on and play!” Michael yells loudly as soon as my head because visibly through the kitchen window. The four boys were on a small vacation now that their tour had come to an end, and my best friend Calum was so delightful that he had asked if I wanted to come down as well. I hadn’t seen Calum – or any of the boys for that matter – since they had started off the European leg of the tour, which was ages ago.

Respective girlfriends or other best mates were coming over as well within the span of a few days. I had been in the neighbourhood, on a small holiday of my own as well, when Calum invited me. I decided to just come straight after, having me to clean after four very elated, childish men.

I wave at Michael who’s kicking the ball around. Luke and Ashton are chilling in the pool, and I have no idea where Calum is. I drop my bowl and spoon into the sink and grab myself a can of coke before I saunter outside to a pouting Michael. I grin at Calum who apparently occupies one of the lounge chairs out of the view of the kitchen window.

Calum was sporting his shorts, shirt discarded as his hand was shoved down the front of his pants. I raise my eyebrows as I bring my can to my lips. “See you’re feeling awfully comfortable.”
Calum merely shrugs his shoulders before he holds out his hand towards me and I let my fingers slip in his. “Come hang out, I missed you.”

“Ah, you’re too cute. But I kinda want to kick the ball around with Mikey first. We’ll hang out later, promise.” I wink as I hand him my can, Michael cheering on the grass as he heard our small exchange. I jog up to Michael and he passes towards me and charges almost immediately after.

“No, no! You’re cheating you filthy swine!” Michael yells as I kick the ball through his legs again, scoring another point in our make shift goal on the edge of the yard. I boisterously laugh at Michael, who apparently is a sore loser and I’m not quick enough in turning and running away before his arms curls around my waist and I’m hoisted off of my feet and almost flying through the air.
“Michael! Michael no!” I shriek, still laughing loudly as I drop onto my knees because he can’t hold me anymore.

I hear a cough behind us and Michael immediately lets go of me. Calum helps me back on my feet and I keep coughing from the excessive laughter as I clutch my best friend’s toned biceps. “If no one beats Y/n, we’re going to hear about this for the rest of the week. So, one on one?” Calum raises an eyebrow and I can’t help but reciprocate the gesture, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Why would I? Maybe you should make it more interesting.” If there was anything that had drawn Calum and I closer together when we were kids, then it would be our competitive nature. I loved this side of him but I could appreciate it when I lost against him, because he never gloated – that much.

“What do you want?” Calum immediately counters and I start giggling as soon as he starts speaking. “You’re my butler for the rest of the week. And I mean everything I want or need.” I wink and I see Calum visibly gulp. He knew that if I won, he’d be the piss pole for the rest of the weekend and that I’d never let him forget.

“Alrighty then. If I win – “ Calum taps his chin as he tries to think of something. “You clean my room and bathroom for the rest of the week.” A look of pure horror crosses my features because I know what a pig Calum can be when he wants to be. Although I’m not going to grant him this one. I agree.

We’re going neck by neck. He scores, I follow soon after. I’m doing my absolute best to prove my worth in football because face it, everyone knows Calum’s rather talented. I also know he’s going easy on me but he’ll rue that choice in a few moments. Only one point left to decide who is going to win this game.

“Go Y/n!” Michael yells from his spot on the grass and Calum momentarily stops to shoot his best mate a glare. “Michael, shut the fuck up!”

Calum is momentarily distracted and I push past him, stealing the ball and making a beeline for the make shift goal between two bushes. Calum groans loudly and I know he has started his pursuit but it’s no use anymore. I kick the ball between the poles and when I turn around, Calum almost crashes into me but swing his arm around my shoulders to stop himself from impact.

“Yes! Fuck yes! I won!” I shriek, laughing loudly as Calum curses and kicks the ball onto the other side of the garden into the bushes. I’m standing arms in the air, before I lower them to rest on my hips. Calum turns towards me and shakes his head. I see him glance – more like glare – in Michael’s direction as he steps closer, his arms curling around my neck to haul me into his sweaty, unclothed chest.

That’s when it somewhat clicks. Not just today, but the other three days that had gone by had gone similar to the moment we just shared. My heart flutters as I step out of his embrace and wink in his direction as I turn to walk back inside. I may premeditatedly swing my hips a bit more than usual as I disappear from sight. I know Calum is following me.

I lean against the wall and wait for him to round the corner. When he does, he merely smirks and stops in front of me, his gaze flicking from my eyes to my lips, all the way down. Calum and I were known to have some slipups whenever we were both drunk, but I was willing to make those mistakes sober if he were. And considering his jealousy towards Michael, I knew it wouldn’t give such a problem.

“Well, what do you need?” Calum leans against the wall with his flat hands, arms stretched, head only mere centimetres from mine. I can’t help but let my gaze flicker from his darkened gaze to his plump, pink lips and I know I can’t ask it from him.

I don’t have to though, because he takes sudden initiative and presses his lips gently to mine. My eyes had fluttered closed and when Calum retreats, an instant emptiness fills me. I take deep breath and let my fingers brush along his neck before I haul him back in and reciprocate the gesture, Calum smiling against my lips as he takes a small step closer, hand coming off of the wall to grip my hip.
“You, you were jealous, weren’t you?” I chuckle against Calum’s lips as my fingers thread through his unruly curly locks.

“Ah, shut up.” Calum groans in return as he hovers over my lips, his eyes slowly opening to shoot me a playful glare. “It’s hot.” I breathe, flicking my own gaze up to meet his darkened gaze. Calum lets out a sound that almost sounds like a growl as I feel his large hands cup my thigh and hoists me off of the floor with ease.

Our lips and teeth clash together as he pushes the door to the guest bedroom open, it flying closed roughly by his foot. Our clothing is thrown into every other direction until we’re bare and I’m dropped onto the messed up, unmade bed. Calum doesn’t waste any time with teasing, and I’m incredibly thankful for that. Instead, he crawls up on my body to reconnect out lips and I feel him rest between my opened legs.

I move my hips along his to indicate what I desired, and Calum catches on in a split second. He lines himself up with my entrance, but he doesn’t do anything before he lets his gaze flick over to mine once to see if I was in distress. I answer him with a raised eyebrow and a smirk and I see Calum’s lips curl up into a wicked grin as he shakes his head.

“Unbelievable.” He smirks as he pushes into me, his lips catching mine to swallow the moan that tumbles from my lips. His hips snap and gyrate in circular motions, my hands roaming over his toned muscles on his back. Calum’s lips roam my neck and collarbones before dipping towards my breasts as his hands cup and squeeze them.

I can already feel my orgasm approach rather fast, my hips moving along with Calum’s as best as I can, moans tumbling from my lips like a chant, his name falling from my lips in a whisper. It seems to edge Calum on even more, his pace picking up as he hugs my body close to his.

Moans fall from Calum’s mouth like he’s in pure bliss and I can see the stars peek from behind my eyes. My orgasm hits me and while I contract around his thick erection, I feel Calum stumble as well to continue his thrusts. It doesn’t take him long to finish after me and I’m still trying to catch my breath as he drops down next to me and moans loudly, eyes fluttering closed.

He’s amazing to behold and I could stare at him all day, doing anything. But lying on the sheets in a thin sheen of sweat, heart hammering in his chest, it’s my favourite view of Calum.

“Is Mikey still this important?” I can’t help but roll my eyes as I turn onto my side and slap his chest loosely. “Jealousy really isn’t a good colour on you, Cal.” I huff before I press my lips against his shoulder and drop my body against his, hugging his frame close to mine.

Where are they now?/Ethan Dolan Fluff

Originally posted by teenagedolan

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Request:  Basically! The original request that I tried to send was this: Ethan x reader fluff where neither of them can sleep and she’s feeling kinda upset without having a proper reason, so he tries to make her feel better :) You’re the best <3

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Lace - WillNE Imagine

Title: Lace

Pairing: WillNE x Reader

Requested(?): yes

Warnings: smut

>>> Will I have a strange favor to ask of you

I hesitantly sent the message, eyeing the pink bag that rested at the foot of my bed. Will and I have known each other for years. He started YouTube and shortly after he took off, he moved to London. Though not without asking me to accompany him. He said he wanted to experience this with his best friend.

<<< what can I do for you?

My breath hitched in my throat as I read the message. My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a few seconds. I couldn’t make up my mind about what I should say.

>>> can you come over?

<<< sure thing. On my way now.

My hands ran over my thighs, wiping away the sweat on my clammy palms.

In a matter of a few moments there came a knock on the door. I climbed up off of the couch and walked to the door, unlocking it and opening it to reveal Will. He was wearing the green hoodie that he had been wearing a ton lately.

“Hello there.” His strong accent rang in my ears as he pulled me in for a hug.

“Hi Will.” He came into the apartment and I led him to my room where the bag that had been taunting me for hours rested yet unopened on my bed.

“Now, um. The odd request I had…” I trailed off and he urged me to continue, setting his phone on my side table. “I bought some… lingerie. And I wanted a guys opinion.” His eyes went a bit wide. “If it’s too weird you don’t have to and I’ll just let it go-”

“Erm no. It’s fine. I’ll give you my opinion.” I let a small smile spread on my face and I grabbed the bag, heading into my bathroom.

I grabbed out the most tame of the bunch, a matching red set that was mainly lace. It showed quite a bit, the main see-through part being right over my breasts. I second guessed my choice, but took a deep breath and walked into the room anyways.

“So?” I asked gaining his attention. His phone fumbled in his hands for a moment and he cleared his throat.

“Yeah it’s erm…uhhh…” he trailed off causing a giggle to escape my lips.

“You can tell me after I’ve shown them all to you.” He held up a thumbs up sign and I went back to change into the second one.

His reaction to this one was much like the first, stuttering and flushed cheeks. It came time for the last one and I smirked, knowing this was by far the sexiest one yet. The lace detailing along with the black garter that adorned my left thigh.

I walked - more like strutted - out to Will who’s face flushed red once again and his eyes wouldn’t meet mine.

“So what do you think of them?” I asked sitting beside him on the bed.

“I like them. I think this one is my favorite.” He was avoiding looking at me while he spoke. I grabbed his chin and had him look at me. “Please, Y/n. If I have to stare at you like that much longer I’m going to drive myself crazy.”

“Maybe I’m trying to drive you crazy.” I said softly, moving my body closer to his.

“Get any closer and I won’t be able to help myself.” He whispered.

“I don’t want you to.” He took this as his cue and he grabbed my waist, pulling my body so I was straddling his lap.

I leaned my lips into his and we met in a hurried and hungry kiss. The two of us had definitely felt tension between us before but now it was real. We were actually doing this.

His hand cupped my breast and I let a soft moan escape my kiss-swollen lips. I tugged on his hoodie and he took it off, tossing it to the side. We laid down and more clothes were removed, leaving us completely exposed to each other.

“You’re sure you want this?” He mumbled as he kissed me.

“I’m beyond sure.” He smiled into the kiss and he grabbed the condom from my hand and put it on, grabbing my hand in his before he pushed into me.

Sex with Will was something unreal. The way he was thrusting in and out at the perfect pace and his hands touching my body in just the right places to drive me crazy.

My nails raked up and down his back as his pace quickened and he pressed his finger onto my clit sending waves of pleasure through my body. He made figure eight motions which began to tip me closer to my release.

We could tell this wasn’t just a casual fuck. There was a special connection between the two of us that went much further than physical attraction.

“How do you feel about me?” Will asked after we had finished. I was cuddled under the duvet and my arm was hanging loosely around Will.

“I like you. A lot. I don’t think I would have invited you over like this if I didn’t.” He laughed a bit and played with my hand.

“I’ve liked you since we were 16.” He admitted. My eyes shot up to meet his and he had an amused expression on his features.

“You’ve liked me for five years and never told me?” I was quite shocked.

“I think I was too scared to tell you. I thought you would just laugh.”

“Will I’ve liked you since I was a young girl just starting to like boys. You were my best friend but also my first crush.” He smiled and put his arms around me.

“The past doesn’t matter now. All that matters is that I have you now. I do have you, right?” He scratched his neck seeming embarrassed.

“Yes. You do.” He grinned and pulled me in for a kiss.

“Good. I’m glad I didn’t have to go through this embarrassment.” I laughed and laid my head on his chest. “Are you falling asleep?” He asked.

“Yes. Let me sleep.” I gently pushed his hand from my face and he laughed, making himself comfortable and joining me in a nice nap.

[TS4] [Conversion] SWTOR Dread Master Masks

Okay I realize that it’s a really, idk, specific thing and idk if anyone will have use for those, but they look cool and masks are cool and I generally don’t like hogging cc that I make (except stuff that I’m meaning to share but it doesn’t work properly and I don’t wanna share broken cc *looks at pureblood spikes in despair*)


  • Found in hats
  • Custom icon
  • 7 standalone items, one for each dread master, and one for the Crest of the Dread Master, a legendary item that’s a huge pain in the rear to get in the game.
  • Each has a custom icon
  • Teen-elder
  • Hides hair and the texture goes where the hair texture is so it’s not compatible with hair or anything that has its texture there
  • Disabled for random
  • 1 swatch - the original golden texture pulled from swtor and edited a little
  • custom normal map that doesnt seem to show up in my game but it exists
  • All meshes have around 2000-2500 polys in LOD0 depending on amount of crests
  • All LODs
  • The neck part looked weird so I opted to just paint it onto the sim. That looks weird too bc of how the texture is in the neck area. I suggest using those with clothes that have a high collar.
  • Credit for the meshes goes to the artists at Bioware Austin. I just extracted them, and edited them to fit the Sims head.
  • Speaking of which, extreme facial features may clip through. I did my best to edit the meshes so that the noses and chins don’t clip and it didn’t seem to clip on the 7 sims in the preview. As a result of having to size those up to avoid clipping, the masks may look really dorky lol.

And as usual, @ and\or tag me if you use. I track the tag “Voidfeathersims”!


More adorable freaking letters from Axl to Erin (translated from that blurry shot of his writing to the best of my ability). This one features Axl being a cute romantic and Axl also feeling frisky and writing Erin pure innocent erotica. Lmao.

“Fucking daytime even.
Torque, me dad + the rocker - he’s in has already (something) -  and everybody loves it. Geneva should be real proud. I can’t think of topic that I feel like talking about. 

I’m more concerned with the idea of biting your neck and slowly sucking your lips while I run my fingers through your hair. Hey - this is kinda fun!

I miss OUR bed – I hate hotel beds. Hotel (something), hotel service of any kind, and last but not least hotel phones – I deserved two!

I need to hold you and touch youI miss your fucking perfect waist.  Not so romantic but DEFINITELY concerned/excited. I haven’t slept much, I want to go to sleep with you, in my arms. If this doesn’t sound good to you or only partially then you best (something)…. because you are in trouble.

Well we’re landing – if you need any info on the neck biting, PLEASE CONTACT THE WRITER OF THIS LETTER FOR FURTHER DETAILS AND ROMANCE COURSES.”  

                                           – LOVE AXL –

Alone Together

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend, Sirius, are both disgraced from your pureblood obsessed families, meaning you get to spend the holidays at Hogwarts with no one else getting in the way

Warnings: Extreme fluff? Also swearing and innuendos because it’s Sirius

A/N: I found this a while ago, it’s sound effects associated with the Gryffindor common room, I was listening to it while writing this so I thought it would be good for listening to while you read it

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

It was the unspoken truth that anyone who stayed at Hogwarts over Christmas either had no home to go to, or wasn’t wanted at home. The latter was the case for both you and Sirius Black. Both of you “belonged” to pureblood crazy families, which you had both been disgraced from upon being sorted into Gryffindor house six years ago. It wasn’t all bad, it meant you didn’t have to see them anymore, but it also meant that you had to stay at school most holidays.

The common room was barely lit, the heavy velvet curtains and the roaring fire casting a warm glow over the otherwise dark room. The curtains muffled the sound of the thunderstorm outside, the most noticeable sounds being the crackle of the flames and occasionally the turning of a page, as you were curled up in the armchair reading one of the books you’d brought from home.

It was a muggle book, entitled The Hobbit. When you’d seen it in the shop, it hadn’t immediately struck your fancy, but upon learning that it was a muggle book about magic, you had to buy it. You never missed a chance to disgust your family.

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4 Tier Survival
4 Tier Survival

4-Tier Survival. The tiers are as follows:

  • TIER ONE: This is your everyday carry (EDC) on person. You should have this with you 24/7 or as close to 24/7 seven as possible. Basically, if you have pants on, you should have these items with you.
  • TIER TWO: This is your EDC bag. You should have this with you or within reach 24/7. Take it with you to work, the grocery store, running to the gas station, etc. If you walk out the door of your house, it should be with you.
  • TIER THREE: This is your 72 hour kit, bug out bag, SHTF bag, or any of those other catchy names for them. At a minimum you need one. If you only have the funds for one, so be it. But, eventually I would suggest having one for the house, the vehicle and possibly at work if you have the space to store one.
  • TIER FOUR: This is for long term preparedness. This is long-term food and water storage and procurement methods. Always prepare your home to shelter-in-place first. Then, if you have a secondary bug out location, prepare it. Depending on the disaster or emergency you may or may not be able to bug out. On the other hand, you may be forced to evacuate or bug out.

Before I go any farther in this article I want to give you a great piece of advice:Develop and hone your knowledge, ability and skills over the knives, tools and kits. A vast amount of knowledge and skills with a minimum amount of tools will keep you and your family alive a lot longer than a vast amount of tools and minimum amount knowledge and skills will.This may seem contradictory to what this article is about. But, do not lose sight of this advice. Everyone knows someone who has the newest, best whatever it is but no clue how to use it. This makes them look like a fool. Don’t be a fool.
When creating the tiers, I kept in mind the basic needs of a survival situation, shelter, water, fire, food and I am going to add protection. In a the end of the world as we know it (TEOTWAWKI) situation, protecting yourself, your family, home, supplies and gear could be a paramount priority. The first three tiers will enable you to get to your fourth tier. We all find ourselves away from 
Now, let’s discuss the tools and supplies I feel are needed for each tier. This is by no means the end all, be all list of what is needed. This is what I have come up with for my kits. Feel free to add or take away as you feel necessary. This is based off of my skill set and my family needs. I wanted to condense a lot of information into a single article and basically get you thinking about what you will need. I want you to come up with your own kits. I also wanted to show you that all of the tiers are possible. They will take some time, energy and money, but anyone can do this.
Note: I will not get very technical in the types/brands of items to carry. Use your own judgment; remember, most times you get what you pay for. Also, I go by the mantra, “Two is one, one is none.”
TIER ONE: On-person EDC

  • Blades/Tools
    • Quality folding knife of your choice. Make sure it is sharp. You are more likely to injure yourself trying to cut something with a dull knife than you are using a sharp knife.
    • Quality multi-tool. There are many options available. Look at the type of environment you spend the majority of time in, consider your skills, and use this to decide the brand/style of tool you want to carry.
    • Lock picks/Bogota – I choose NOT to carry these as of now. Remember what I said about skills earlier. I know I don’t have the skills needed to use these. Now, once I develop the skills, they will be added to my EDC.
    • Small compass. Just to get a general direction if needed.
    • Pen and small notepad. I personally like the waterproof kind. Nothing like getting caught in the rain and losing everything you have made notes of.
    • Small survival whistle.
    • Cotton bandana.
    • P-38 can opener. I carry one on my key ring. I forget it is even there, until I need it.
  • Cell Phone
    • Pretty self-explanatory. Pretty much everyone has a cell phone that they carry anyway. [JWR Adds: It is important to also keep a 12 VDC cell phone “car charger” handy.]
  • Cordage
    • 550 Cord. There are lots of different, creative ways to carry. There are bracelets, key fobs, zipper pulls, belts, even lacing your boots/shoes with it. Learn how to braid your own items.
  • Fire
    • Small brand name lighter. Cheap and easy to carry way to start a fire.
    • Small firesteel. Another cheap, easy to carry way to start a fire.
    • Tinder. Could be a magnesium rod, dryer lint, or any brand of quick tinder that is out on the market now, you should know what works. I prefer magnesium rods; they take up less room and are light.
  • Firearm
    • I am not going to start the never-ending conversation of discussing brands and calibers.
    • Find a gun that you can comfortably carry and shoot.
    • Shoot, a lot.
    • Shoot from behind cover, kneeling, sitting, lying down, standing, off hand, from one yard to 25 yards.
    • Shoot some more.
    • Practice reloading, practice reloading behind cover, practice reloading standing, kneeling, lying down, off hand.
    • Practice some more.
  • Light
    • Small flashlight. I personally look for an LED version that runs off of AA or AAA batteries. Look for one that is waterproof or at the very least water resistant.
    • Keychain LED light. Look for one that has a locking on/off switch. These are easier to use in the fact that they do not have to have constant pressure on the switch to illuminate.
  • USB Drive
    • I use my USB drive to store all types of important documents and other information I run across and want to save. I have encrypted my USB drive in case it falls into the wrong hands. (I strongly suggest doing this.) Also, save the information under nondescript names. In other words, don’t save the file as: “Insurance Papers” or “Social Security Cards”, etc.
    • Birth/Marriage Certificates
    • Social Security Cards
    • Driver’s License
    • Insurance Policies/Cards
    • Vehicle Registrations/Insurance
    • Medical/Shot Record
    • Recent Check Stubs/Bank Statements
    • Stocks/Bonds
    • Property Description
    • Another option/addition to this is online file storage. There are many places available on the internet to store files on a remote server and be able to access from any computer or cell phone with internet access.

Some people I have seen carry as much as possible on their keychain. The only thing with that is if you lose your keys, you have lost a lot of your gear. I carry some stuff on my belt, some in pockets and some on a keychain. I have even seen and thought about carrying some items around my neck. Whatever you feel comfortable with and what works for you is best.

Tier two is going to contain pretty much everything from tier one except bigger and better.

  • Blades/Tools
    • Quality fixed blade knife of your choice. Again make sure it is sharp.
    • Sharpening stone.
    • Quality multi-tool. I would look at one to complement the one from tier one. A little larger and possibly features that the other does not have. I personally wouldn’t want the exact same model from tier one. Look at the ones that have the screwdriver possibilities.
    • Small entry bar or pry bar.
    • Larger more reliable compass. Possibly a GPS system if you are so inclined. If you are in a large urban environment, I would have a city map in my EDC bag.
    • Pens and notepad again. Plenty of pens and permanent markers.
    • P-51 can opener.(A scaled-up version of the P-38.)
  • Cell Phone/Communications
    • This is where I would keep a wall charger for my cell phone.
    • I would also think about one of the emergency chargers that run off of batteries at this point.
    • I also carry a pay-as-you go phone in my EDC bag. On some occasions when one service is down, others are still up and running. It’s a cheap insurance policy.
    • Radio of some sort. Depends on your location and abilities.
  • Cordage
    • I would carry no less than 25 feet of 550 cord in my EDC bag. The more the better. Again, options here, braid it to take up less space, key fobs, I’ve seen some braided water bottle carriers. Use your imagination
    • I have run across Kevlar cord, no personal experience with it. But, something I will check out.
    • I would toss in some duct tape and electrical tape here. You can take it off of the cardboard roll and roll it onto itself and it takes up very little room.
    • Possibly some wire, picture hanging wire works well.
    • Possibly some zip ties. Various sizes as you see fit.
    • I also have a couple of carabiners clipped to my bag.
  • Fire
    • Another cheap lighter.
    • Larger firesteel.
    • More tinder. Personally I prefer the magnesium, but whatever you are comfortable with.
  • Firearm
    • I personally don’t see the need to carry a second firearm.
    • I would however warrant the carrying of at least two spare magazines for the handgun in tier one.
  • First-Aid
    • Basic first aid kit.
    • Package of quick slotting agent.
    • Basic EMT shears.
    • Basic pain relievers, fever reducers, upset stomach tablets etc.
    • Small bottle of hand sanitizer.
    • Baby wipes.
  • Food
    • I always carry a couple of energy or meal replacement bars in my bag. If nothing else, I may have to work through lunch and need a snack.
    • Some people will toss a freeze-dried meal or MRE if they have room. Personally, I don’t.
    • A small pack of hard candy.
  • Light
    • I personally prefer a headlamp at this stage. You can use a headlamp as a flashlight; you can’t use a flashlight as a headlamp.
    • If you don’t go the headlamp route, choose a higher quality flashlight than tier one.
    • Extra batteries. On the subject of batteries, do your best to acquire electronic items that use the same size of battery.
    • Another keychain light. I have one attached to the inside of my bag to aid in finding items inside in low-light situations.
    • Some people carry chemical light sticks in their EDC bag. I have found battery operated light sticks that also have a small flashlight in one end I prefer to carry.
  • Shelter
    • I keep a packable rain jacket at all times and depending on the weather a packable pair of rain pants. Remember, your clothing is your first form of shelter.
    • I also keep a couple of “survival” blankets in my bag.
    • I keep a couple of contractor style garbage bags as well.
  • Water
    • I have a stainless steel water bottle that stays in my pack at all times. If I am traveling longer than my normal commute, I will toss in a small collapsible water container.
    • Ziploc bags.
    • Two-part chemical water purifier.
    • Filtering drinking straw.
    • Toss in a couple of standard coffee filters to filter sediment if needed.

Now, bear in mind, my EDC bag is not for long-term survival. I feel like I could sustain myself for several days if I needed to with the contents of my pack. However, that is not its intended use. All of the tiers are designed to sustain you until you can “make it” to the next tier.

My EDC bag is the same bag I use for school every day. Granted I cannot carry a weapon or ammunition into the school building. My point is you don’t want all of your Tier Two items to be so big and bulky that you can’t comfortably carry them. All of this stuff is in addition to my school books and papers and tablet. For those of you that are curious, I prefer a messenger style bag. But, again, whatever works for you and is the most comfortable.

TIER THREE: Larger rucksack or backpack

A lot of people would call this the 72 hour kit. I feel that this is a bit of a misnomer. Granted, 72 hours is a good figure for most people to shoot for. However, I feel that in this stage of the game, you should be able to carry enough to survive indefinitely.

  • Blades/Tools
    • Quality fixed blade knife. If you want you can double up from tier two. Depends on your requirements. Remember, two is one, one is none.
    • Small quality folding shovel.
    • Quality hatchet.
    • Small machete. If you feel that your knife is up to the task of clearing brush, no need for one. Also, if you are in a true bug out situation where people could be looking for you, you don’t want to clear a highway through the brush.
    • Some type of saw or saw blades. There are some nice pocket chain saws on the market now. Or you could carry blades and fashion your own handle or frame.
    • Tools for forced entry if warranted. Pry bars, bolt cutters, etc.
    • Tool kit. Depends on your location and environment. At the bare minimum carry enough tools to repair anything that you are depending on in a survival situation.
  • Cell Phone/Communications
    • Depending on the level of the disaster cell phones may or may or may not be working.
    • Again, depending on your location and abilities, depends on the type of communications you should carry.
    • One thing I have not seen widely talked about is two way radios. Obviously this would be if more than one person is in your party. However, now you start talking about batteries and chargers.
  • Cordage
    • At least 100 feet of 550 cord.
    • Depending on your environment, climbing rope, harness and gear may be warranted.
    • Tape, electrical and duct.
    • Zip ties, various sizes
    • Wire, picture wire.
    • Carabiners, various sizes.
  • Fire
    • Cheap lighter.
    • Firesteel.
    • Tinder.
    • Camp stove. Small, lightweight, portable. A lot of good information about this out there. Pay special attention to the type of fuel that the stove you select uses.
  • Firearm

This depends on the type of situation you are in. I will list the types of firearms I would have, not necessarily carry, and reasons why. If this is a true bug out situation obviously the adults in your party could carry at least one, more than likely two, long guns.

  • We have already discussed a handgun.
  • “Modern Sporting Rifle”. Be it an AR based platform, an AK-47, Mini-14 etc. I personally like the AR platform. However, A’s can be a bit finicky if not properly cleaned and maintained. Something you may not be able to do well in a TEOTWAWKI situation. So, I would grab an AK-47. Whatever your budget and preference lead you to.
  • .22 caliber rifle. There are many options, I personally recommend the Ruger 10-22. There are several collapsible stocks available. This is for hunting small game.
  • Home defense shotgun. I would suggest a 12 gauge. The options and setups are endless. You can go as mild or as wild as your budget and imagination allow. This is not something I would necessarily always grab. However, this is something I feel that no home should be without. The sound of a shell racking into the chamber of a pump shotgun is a sound that will deter most people without even firing a shot.
  • Extra magazines and ammunition.
  • First-Aid
    • More advanced first aid kit. There are pre-made ones on the market or come up with your own.
    • Quick clotting agent.
    • EMT Shears.
    • Pain relievers, fever reducers, upset stomach pills, etc.
    • A week’s supply of any prescription medications.
    • Any supply of antibiotics or narcotics that you can procure.
    • Knowledge of natural/herbal remedies. Here is a great area where knowledge can help you a lot longer than supplies can.
  • Food
    • If you want to put in a three day supply of freeze-dried meals or MRE’s. Go for it. But here is where procuring your own food will come in handy.
    • I would suggest some type of mess style kit for cooking. Again, your choice.
    • Fishing kit. Fishing line, assortment of hooks, sinkers and artificial bait if desired.
    • Fishing “yo-yo” traps. Can be set and left alone to catch fish while you are doing some other task. I feel these are a necessity. They are light and take up little room.
    • Snare kit. I would suggest several pre-made snares and supplies to create more.
    • Traps. Connibear style traps, an assortment of sizes. 4-6 is all you should need.
    • Frog gigs. Could also be used for spearing fish, depending on your location.
    • You also have a firearm for taking small or large game.
    • Knowledge of wild edibles in your area or bug out location.
  • Light
    • Again, I would suggest a headlamp and extra batteries.
    • Use your discretion for what else you may want/need.
  • Shelter
    • Two changes of clothes. One for warm weather and one for cool/cold weather. Again depending on your environment.
    • I would suggest at least 3 pair of underwear and 6 pair of socks.
    • Packable rain gear.
    • Quality bivy style shelter or tarp.
    • Quality sleeping bag. Again, do some research. See what fits your needs and budget.
    • Sleeping pad if wanted.
    • Possibly a pocket style hammock.
  • Water
    • Stainless steel water bottle.
    • Chemical water treatment.
    • Water filter/purifier. Again, look at your budget and needs. There are several nice options out there.
    • Coffee filters for straining out sediment.
    • Collapsible water storage.

TIER FOUR: Long term preparedness.
Even though this is the largest of all the tiers, I will probably go into the least amount of detail. There are many great sources of information concerning long term preparedness, being one of the best, if not the best, in my opinion.

  • Blades/Tools
    • Obviously any blade or tool previously discussed. Except full size versions.
    • An ax, saws, shovels, garden hoes, rakes, etc.
    • Possibly a plow, seeder, etc, for planting a garden.
    • Variety of hand tools.
    • Automotive tools, carpentry tools, etc.
    • Sewing machine, needles, thread, clothing patterns, etc.
    • Begin thinking of ways you can use your tools and knowledge to develop a skill that can be used for trade or barter.
  • Communication
    • Short wave radios, ham radios, etc.
    • Two way radios.
  • Cordage
    • Large amounts of any cordage or supplies under cordage already discussed.
  • Fire
    • Cast iron stove.
    • Fireplace.
    • Begin thinking now about how you will be heating your home in the winter. Think about how you will be cooking your meals. Also, think about how you will get fuel for your fire.
  • Firearms
    • We discussed in tier three the types of firearms I felt were needed.
    • Begin thinking about amount of ammo you can and are willing to stockpile.
    • Begin thinking about reloading your own ammunition. Begin thinking about stockpiling supplies. This can be turned into great bartering items.
  • First Aid
    • Begin developing a large first aid supply. Think about what you will need to do without a doctor present. Suture kits, surgical kit, trauma kit, etc. There will be no running to the emergency room.
    • Begin thinking about dental supplies. Again, there will possibly be no dentists to go to.
    • Again, knowledge is key in this situation. There are some good books about this type of thing. Take a first aid class, learn CPR. Learn as much as you possibly can.
    • Study about and begin stockpiling medications.
  • Food
    • There are many more articles to be written and read on this subject alone.
    • Start developing a small reserve of foods that you eat on a regular basis that have a long shelf life. Start with a week; go to a month, then three months, then a year, then longer.
    • Begin thinking now about storage. A year’s supply of food for your family will take up a considerable amount of space.
    • Expand on the amount of items you have from tier three. Increase the number of traps and snares you have.
    • Think about obtaining a variety of seeds to plant in your garden.
    • Again, there is a vast amount of information to be found on this subject alone. The main thing I want you to understand is this is doable, on any income. Start small and work your way up to larger quantities.
    • Do not get yourself into a financial burden by going out and buying a year’s supply of food at one time.
  • Light
    • Begin obtaining lanterns, fuel, mantles, etc.
    • Begin thinking about candles and candle making.
    • If you are so inclined, begin thinking about solar panels for your home or shelter location.
  • Shelter
    • Begin making those small repairs to your home. Things that may be fairly quickly and easily fixed now may not be so easily fixed later. I’m not talking kitchen remodeling; I’m talking leaky faucets, broken windows, drafty doors, etc.
    • Think about having a metal roof installed if you don’t have one already.
    • This is the time to think about a secondary survival location. A remote, rural location. Think of this as an investment. It could be used now as a vacation spot. Use it later as a retirement home.
  • Water
    • Begin storing water. Think not only about drinking, but also cooking and cleaning.
    • Again, start small. Begin with a few days worth; then weeks and months.
    • Start thinking about long-term procurement and storage. Gutters that empty into water storage, etc. Think also about purification on a large scale.
  • Miscellaneous Things to Thing About
    • Sit down and make a list of normal, everyday things that you do around your house, cleaning, washing, “personal” business, entertainment, etc.
    • These are activities that require items that you will not be able to run down to the store to get.
    • Toiletries. Soap, shampoo, toothpaste, toilet paper, razors, shaving cream, feminine hygiene, etc.
    • Cleaning. Bleach, disinfectant, dish soap, laundry detergent, etc.
    • Entertainment. Cards, board games, puzzles, books, etc.
    • Think about large quantity storage of fuel; for cooking, heating, anything with an internal combustion engine, etc.

Again, I have very briefly touched on long term preparedness. There are numerous articles and books on long term preparedness. Read them. This is meant merely as a primer to get you thinking about long term survival.

anonymous asked:

What about sidgeno where geno always gets injured or is in accidents and sid is the concerned paramedic/doctor that somehow is always around to treat him? Thanks !!

ask and ye shall receive! i loved this one. <3 written in celebration of the pens’ victory tonight, and crossposted on ao3 here!

Zhenya liked to think he wasn’t accident prone, but, his luck for the past several months seemed to be proving him wrong.

Or, he thought as he stared up at the paramedic who was fussing over him, he might just be the luckiest guy in the world.

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Watermelon Bubblegum

Relationship: Bucky x Reader 

 Summary: nothing’s better than a little baseball and a confession 

 A/N: fluffy ft. Mets and bubblegum 

 Warnings: like two cuss words 

Words: 750

  "I hate this.“ (Y/N) wasn’t entirely sure whether she had said it or if Bucky had, but what she did know was that the cold nip of her beer bottle was causing her fingers distress. 

She was bundled securely in a nest of blankets and Bucky sat mere inches from her with an angered glint in his eyes. 

 "I should’ve believed you when you said that we’d lose,” (Y/N) growled, standing up to spit out her watermelon gum, sitting her bottle on the coffee table, and returning to her previous position. 

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Leavin’ A Lonely Town (pt. 1)

Pair: Dean Winchester x Reader (AU)

Prompt: He is the hot mechanic who has a thing for frisky women, sunsets, and long walks on the beach. You’re the new girl everyone in the small Tennessee town is speaking of. You moved from a big city after acquiring your Doctorate of Veterinary Medicine and are looking for somewhere to start fresh and someone to hopefully settle down with. Will Dean be that one? Or will your high class family and quiet demeanor leave you loveless?

Word Count: 2,478

Originally posted by frozen-delight

The Big Apple. A dream to most, a nightmare to you. People work day and night to be able to afford one months rent for an apartment they’ll appreciate and live in. You never had to work a day in your life to survive in the three story mansion you haven’t even fully explored . It wasn’t a home to you, it was a reminder of the life you were meant to live, not the life you wanted to live.

The youngest of four. Two of them showing you money is everything and it should be spent on appearance, objects, and status. The other showing you money is as addicting as a drugs and alcohol and should be used for education, basic needs, and experiences. That’s how you found your ‘moxy’ as some would call it. Your drive to better your mind and fill it with as much knowledge as you could. It was in those moments you realized what you wanted out of life. You were going to become a Veterinarian.

Afraid your parents would disown you like they did your inspirational brother, you tried to hide the college expenses and textbooks, applying for everything as an independent and collecting unfortunate debt. It was all working out until your Junior year when your Anatomy and Physiology teacher turned out to be a close family friend, spilling the beans to your parents. The fear of losing everything you worked so hard for was just that, a fear. Your parents shockingly accepted your choice and thought it would be nice to have a doctor in the family, so they cleared your debt, watched you graduate and sent you off to the Veterinary School they deemed appropriate. Cornell University College of Veterinary Medicine.

It all seemed too good to be true.

It was.

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Just; C.H. 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

“Oh no. What happened?” Sherilyn opens the door to her dorm and freezes in her spot, staring at my angry, seemingly permanent scowl before letting her gaze slip over my attire, the same she had dressed me in last night before leaving. She steps aside without another word and I shuffle inside, already pushing the dress back down my hips before I turn around with my arm covering my breasts as much as I can muster. “Lend me something please?”

Sherilyn nods her head and digs in her closet for a simple shirt and a pair of her old jeans, my body seeming to lose a bit of the tension when I’m back in my somewhat normal attire.
“You’re going to have to talk sometime, Y/n.” Sherilyn sits down on her bed, crossing her legs beneath her body as she fiddles with her finger nails. I’m sure she’s nervous because it was quite normal for me to end up at her door with mascara running down my face, she had never seen me so expressionless. I had enough time while walking here to calm down but seeing my friend made it all boil up at once.

“I slept with Calum.” A gasp leaves Sherilyn’s lips and I roll my eyes. Wasn’t that sort of the inevitable? I knew one day I’d succumb to his charm, and somehow I’m glad it was now. Gives me the summer to get over myself.

“It was – it was – fucking hell it was so good I didn’t even know it could be that good.” I yell, throwing my hands in the air and dropping down onto the floor before burying my face in my knees, my arms thrown around them.

“Then what’s the problem? Sounds like you had the night of your life, with your crush. I would be thrilled.” Sherilyn carefully asks, the tone of her voice indicating she wasn’t sure what the problem with this whole ordeal was.

“I expected him to be at least a bit sophisticated. Instead of fucking throwing me out like I’m a bubble gum wrapper. ‘Maybe you should leave, Ash likes to wake up early’. God damn it I hate my life!” I know that I’ve started rambling and Sherilyn just lets me, trying to get all of my anger out of my system before we try to figure out a game plan to follow from now on.

“Don’t tell me he –“
“Oh yes, he offered to call me later. I feel like one of the cheap slags of my brother.” I shudder at the thought of the girls sniffing while walking downstairs, their walk of shame becoming ten times as worse when she realized my mum and dad were probably in the kitchen waiting for their kids to join them for breakfast.

“It’s not like I can just ignore him and get on with my life. I have to tutor Luke in what? Four hours? I’ll be in that damn house over and over again for the rest of summer.” I groan, I predicted this tutoring would bite me in the ass one way or another, I just didn’t realise it would happen so soon.
“Can’t you just tell Luke you’re not up for it anymore?”

“He’s actually quite a nice guy. I don’t want him to fail. If I can kick Calum off of the stairs in the meantime though…” I chuckle dryly and Sherilyn lets out something that resembles a laugh as well.
“I’ll think of something, Y/n. Don’t worry.”

“Great. Then I’m heading home for a shower and a nap. I feel absolutely disgusting.”


“But why? I thought you didn’t mind coming over.” Luke mumbles into the receiver, somehow, and seemingly for no apparent reason at all, disappointment evident in his tone. I let a loud sigh pass my lips, pinching the bridge of my nose as I lean against the kitchen counter.
“I’d just rather have you here to study, Luke. Less distraction.” I nod my head at my little white lie. He wouldn’t be distracted that much, but I would.

“If that’s really what you want. The boys were wondering about you though. You didn’t sleep in Derek’s bed, did you?” I merely hum in return, not sure what to answer my new blonde friend. “We’re friends for a few days and you’re already keeping shit from me, auwch Y/n. Hurts.” Luke continues and I know he hopes that I’m going to crack, but I won’t over the phone. I’m sure once he’s here and he keeps asking I’ll let something slip, mainly because I know myself, but then it will be his problem of how to deal with such sort of information.
“So I’ll see you in a few, yeah?” I end the conversation swiftly and let my phone drop onto the marble countertop, groaning loudly as I smack my forehead with my flattened out palm.

“That face tells me you made one too many mistakes last night.” Rosalee laughs as she pushes her sunglasses back up on her head, an amused smirk on her lips as she stares at my slumped frame. “Oh, shut up.”
“You really did, didn’t you? Get dressed, we’re going to the beach. It’ll do you good.” She points to my shorts and oversized plain black t-shirt, my eyes following her motion.

“As much as I want to, I can’t. Luke’s coming over.” I roll my eyes, my head disappearing in the fridge for a beer. I haven’t drunk this much since my first year of college and I loathed the fact that I needed that to get through the day.
“Did you and Luke - ?” She doesn’t finish her question but my widened eyes are answer enough. Rosalee starts laughing as she slides her sunglasses back on her nose.

“He’s cute, but I didn’t figure him as your type.” I nod my head as I bring the can back to my lips. “So, is Y/n tagging along?” Linda asks as she appears in the kitchen, large duffel bag filled with toys and snacks for their day at the beach.
“Miss has to tutor.” Rosalee shakes her head and I scoff. It wasn’t as if I chose to do this every day. I figured that after a few days he’d advice for us to meet like once a week. But I think he really likes a study buddy and I regret my life choices right now.

“Cancel that bitch, come on Y/n.” Linda rolls her eyes. I know she’s already fed up with me but I can’t just bail on Luke every time my own ‘frat’ wants to hang out. “Sorry Lin.”
“Unbelievable. We’ll see you tomorrow, we’re having a camp fire and staying at a local hostel afterwards. Bye Y/n.” Rosalee and Linda wave as they disappear from my sight and Megan appears only moments after, greeting me before jogging after the girls.

It doesn’t take Luke long to arrive, his large blue eyes wandering around the place as if he had never seen a dorm before. “You girls are messier than I thought.”
This draws a loud, boisterous laugh from my lips as I lean against the wall, my arms crossed over my chest as I observe Luke’s wandering eyes.
“Cleanliness is a myth, Luke. I think I might be ten times as messy as your whole frat together.”

“Where did you sleep last night?” Luke suddenly questions, turning on his heel to stare me down. I feel my cheeks redden as I tense up under his strong gaze, trying to remain eye contact but wavering after a few moments.
“I did stay at Derek’s, really.”

“Come on Y/n, his room was so messy you could’ve never slept there. It was disgusting. Did you walk home?” I shake my head. I’m not sure if I should be honest with Luke. He was so friendly these last couple of days, confiding in me with some of his secrets he didn’t think the boys would understand, but I would. Asking advice on how to surprise his girl with a nice date because they were reaching their six-month anniversary. But, Calum was Luke’s best mate.

“Did you - ?” Luke stops his sentence and his eyebrows furrow, and I’m not quite sure what he’s implying right now. I walk over to the sofa in our open spaced living room, dropping down as a loud sigh passes my lips. “If you’re implying I might have stayed with someone else, then yes.”

Luke is quiet. Maybe a bit too quiet. The same confused look is on his face, eyes turned into slits as he tries to piece the puzzle together. All of a sudden his eyes widen and his mouth drops. “You’re – you left this morning didn’t you? You had an argument with Calum?”
“If you’d call that an argument.” I humourlessly chuckle, rolling my eyes as I let my back hit the plush cushioning of the sofa.

Luke starts laughing loudly, clutching his stomach as he drops on the sofa as well, on the other side. “You marked him pretty good, Y/n. Damn it. He didn’t want to tell us who he slept with.” I laugh along with him, remembering the markings down his chest, sending another shiver of want down my spine.
“But how – uh why – I mean do you have a thing for Calum?”
My cheeks redden almost immediately and Luke’s confused, yet amused grin turns into a frown, sympathy taking over his features when he sees my non-verbal reaction.
“This has to be kept between us, Luke. Seriously. You already know more than my best friend.”

“I’m flattered.” Luke winks as he presses his flat hand against his chest, near his heart, before dropping it back in his lap again. “I’m not joking. I don’t even know if I regret this or not.”
“You know Calum is uh – how do I say this nicely,” Luke chuckles dryly, scratching the back of his neck before he continues, “kind of a ladies’ man?”
I sigh and think back to the advice my brother had thrown my way before I left for college two years ago.
“He is the kind of frat boy my brother warned me about.”

Part 9

…I just realized something that makes me smile. 

Male pattern baldness runs on both sides of my family, right. And if you’ve seen me, well… my hair’s one of my best features, when it’s clean. I’ve been terrified that since I’m on T I might lose it. 

Well… I also have a mass of cowlicks on the back of my neck that makes having long hair almost impossible. So I figure if I do start going bald, I will shave my entire head and get a bunch of long wigs. 

I could maybe pull off this: 

Rooftop ~Gerard Way Imagine~

Hello humans! What is this? A Gerard Way imagine? Yup! I used to be absolutely in love with him when I was 12-15 (still am, but that’s besides the point lol). Anywho, I hope you enjoy this! :)

*Not My Gif*

We sat with our backs against the brick wall on the roof of my apartment building. Almost every night we would climb up to the roof, watch the stars and discuss what had happened that day. We had always done this…even when we were dating. Gerard and I dated for about 2 years before things started escalating. Fights about nothing, long silences and nights where I would fall asleep crying. So, we decided to remain friends and things were okay again…for him at least. I, on the other hand, was still madly in love with him. No matter how much we fought or how many times we were at each other’s throats..he was still my everything. His laugh, his smile, his everything was contagious. I missed his touch and the way he would wrap his arms around me from behind and kiss my neck sweetly, but I knew our breakup was probably for the best…I guess.
I leaned my head against the wall and glanced over at him as he explained a new comic book character he was creating. The passion and creativity in his eyes caused me to smile to myself. I studied his features, from the way his black hair was always slightly messy to the way his eyes lit up when he smiled. I blinked slowly and tried to fight back any threatening tears. As he spoke, he looked over at me and slowly stopped mid sentence.
“I’m sorry…am I rambling again?” He chuckled nervously.
“I like when you ramble.” I mumbled as I laid my head on his shoulder.
He was taken back a bit, but just smiled and laid his head against mine. I placed my hand on his arm and scooted closer to him to keep warm.
“So how was your day?” He muttered.
“It was okay..I didn’t do much, honestly, this is the highlight of my day.” I chuckled.
He glanced down and smirked.
“I could say the same thing.” He spoke.
I lifted my head up and stared at Gerard in awe. He stared back with a small smile playing on his lips. I bit my lip and resisted the urge to grab his face and kiss him. I took a deep breath and looked at my phone before standing up.
“It’s getting pretty late, we better get some sleep.” I mumbled as I extended my arm out.
He hesitantly grabbed my hand and stood up next to me.
“Yeah..” He mumbled.
“Goodnight, Gerard.” I spoke as I turned away and walked towards the ladder.
He looked down at his shoes and moved his fingers slightly before hollering “Wait!”
I turned around as he walked towards me and waited for him to speak, but he didn’t. He simply grabbed my face and pressed his lips against mine sweetly. I felt my stomach flip and my head go fuzzy as our lips locked together. The same butterflies from 2 years ago came back, causing me to smile into the kiss. He pulled away slowly and leaned his forehead against mine.
“I miss you.” He whispered.
“I miss you too, Gee.”
He smirked slightly and intertwined our fingers.
“I love you and I really want to work this out. No more fighting, no more ignoring each other. If we have a problem, we’ll talk about it. I don’t want to lose you again.” He stated.
I nodded and smiled lightly.
“I’d like that.” I whispered as I pressed our lips together again.

~Requests are currently closed! (Sorry about that!) BUT FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED!~ 

Kiss Under the Star | Oh Sehun


Situation- 1. Best Friends

6. Perfume

10. Cuddling

Speech-  6 “God! Don’t do that, you scared me!”

9. “Shut up and kiss me”

20. “How can you be so perfect?”

Rating:  ♡♛ 


Lying down on the thin material of the blanket we’d spread out on the slightly titled surface of my roof top, Sehun and I talked for hours on end about anything and everything. It was only since the past ten minutes that silence had taken over and a cool breeze passed through, causing his grip around my waist to tighten as he pulled me closer to the warmth of his body. This had been a thing we’d done since we were in high school and the tradition had lived on even after he became an idol and he visited home. Whenever I had a bad day we’d come up here and I’d just rant about what I think was wrong with the world as he listened and it was the same for him whenever he had something on his mind that he didn’t feel like he could talk to anyone else about. But tonight felt different. Tonight it felt like he wanted to hold me a bit closer whereas I just never wanted to let go in fear of him disappearing again.

My heart gently fluttered when I felt him lowering his body a bit to rest his head on my shoulder, taking me by surprise as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck and breathed against it.

“God! Don’t do that, you scared me!” I lightly scolded him as he pouted whilst pulling me closer.

“You smell nice…” He simply sighed, trailing his nose up and down the side of my neck. A few minutes had passed as we stayed in that position, our heartbeats slowly becoming the only thing we could hear over the bustling noises of the city in the distance. I slowly turned around in his arms to face his closed eyes and placed my small hand against the side of his face; trailing my fingers over every sharp feature and every one of his perfect imperfections. I slowly kissed each of his closed eyelids as he lay still with my chest against his, and I proceeded to kiss each of his cheeks.

“How can you be so perfect?” I sighed and his eyes snapped open in awe. I lightly giggled at his reaction as my hands continued their journey, trailing past his jawline to the back of his neck.

“I learn from the best” He chuckled, holding my hand and circling his thumb around my wrist “And by best I mean this guy I met in the mirror a few years ago and…” He couldn’t finish his sentence before his eyes shaped into the adorable crescents as he broke into fits of laughter

“Shut your narcissistic ass up and kiss me will you?” I suddenly asked, making him stop in and take in a huge breath. Even I was shocked at my own request, but I couldn’t seem to process my apology as he leaned in and slowly captured my lips into a breath taking kiss without a second thought. Our lips moved against each other as his hands began to smoothly caress my waist and I played with the small hairs at the back of his neck. The kiss began to grow more heated as he pulled my body on top of his, with my legs resting on either side of his hips and his fingers running through my hair. I reluctantly pulled away from his lips and hovered above him as we both let out heavy breaths at the lack of oxygen.  But he didn’t seem to care as he let out a little whine and tugged at my bottom lip with his.  I shook my head at him and lightly pecked his puckered lips but pulled away quickly  before he could take the kiss further, giggling at the second frustrated whine he let out this night.

“You’re such a tease…” He grumbled, tightening his grip on my waist and pulling me to lay down on his chest. The rest of the night was filled with giggles and random kisses, momentarily making us forget the priorities we had to attend to once we were apart.

Hope you liked it Lovey! xx

Drabble Game


I practically ran to the elevator, my feet screaming to be released from the high black pumps I wore and my stomach rumbling to remind myself I had skipped breakfast and it was now noon so my body was yearning for a taste of any food at this point. A lunch break was highly welcomed as I rushed towards the elevator in the club’s office building.

With my purse on my shoulder and a pair of flat sandals I pressed the button for the elevator and sighed with relief as it quickly arrived empty. I walked inside and immediately began pulling off my heels to replace them before reaching out and pressing the button for the first floor.

Unfortunately for me, the elevator was not sent down but instead the doors began opening again to welcome another person. I looked up, one sandal on my foot and the other foot bare to meet the eyes of Cristiano. A dissatisfied groan immediately left my lips. Of course I’d end up riding an elevator alone with him.

I had despised Cristiano since we met for the first time a few weeks after I started working for Real Madrid. I must have been one of the few women who did not faint at his gaze alone because he always seemed to find a way to make my days a living hell in retaliation whenever he saw me.

Like the time I went to a corporate-sponsor dinner and he ended up “accidentally” bumping into me with his drink and sending it spilling down the front of my dress while I was talking to an attractive man I was hoping could end my dry spell of no sex in 8 months.

It had now been a year and 2 days but who’s counting?

He found a large bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolate I was told were quite expensive and nice as a suitable apology. I ended up sending the flowers to the trash and passing off the box of nice chocolates to my best friend who gladly welcomed the sweet substance into her home instead.

And there were plenty of other subtle instances that made me cringe at the mention of his name but it was hard to escape him when he made his random pop-ups in the office.

I shook the thoughts of hate from my head when he entered, an annoying smirk on his lips as he pressed the button for the first floor that was already lit up. I just rolled my eyes and continued putting my sandals on.

“Well hello to you too,” he confidently spoke as the doors began to finally shut. He gave me a glance over which immediately made me stick my tongue out and pretend to stick a finger down my throat as if I was close to puking. Please, get me off of this elevator soon.

“Cristiano,” I spoke bitterly which only made him chuckle in amusement. I simply raised my eyes away from him and watching the numbers of the elevator descend to one. It seemed to be taking much longer than I preferred, my foot tapping impatiently.

“You know, you don’t have to pretend to ha—“ His words were interrupted by the elevator lights shutting off abruptly. I looked worriedly to the lights of the elevator buttons to see they had turned off.


If now wasn’t the time to panic, I wasn’t sure if there would ever be one but thankfully, I was able to remain relatively calm. My eyes seethed with anger as I glared over in his direction. “This is all your fault.”

That obnoxious laugh bobbed his Adam’s apple up and down while he held up his hands in innocence. “I didn’t touch anything.”

“All I wanted to do was go to lunch but oh no, I end up trapped in an elevator with you. Great.”

I threw my bag down to the floor and leaned against the walls, huffing a deep sigh forward. Cris just looked at me as he seemed to pull a granola bar from thin air and taunt me with that twinkle in his eye. “Hm, that’s too bad.”

He began peeling the paper from the small snack, causing me to roll my eyes. “If you think I’m going to beg you for your stupid granola, I’m not.”

“I never suggested you would.”

He had that smug look of satisfaction on his face that always made me cringe. “I wish I could smack that look off of your face.”

“You could actually. I do tend to like my women aggressive but in bed only,” he winked.

“Thankfully for me, I am one woman who will not sleep with you.”

“Ha. Join the long list of women claiming that.”

Another feeling of wanting to puke pretended to rise from my stomach. “You are so…disgusting. Stop talking. The more you talk the hotter it gets in here.”

It seemed then he started to pay more attention to the fact we were currently stuck on an elevator. Or at least I thought. “Yeah. It is pretty hot in here.” Without warning, he began reaching for the buttons of his white button-up, unclasping them one by one while I watched in horror and a handful of other emotions.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Uh unbuttoning my shirt? It’s hot in here. I don’t want to sweat through it.” He got through the buttons rather quickly and pulled the shirt off, hanging it over his arm while I tried not to let my gaze linger on him too long. I may have hated him but it was pretty hard to ignore a physique like that.

“J-Just stop talking.” I focused on the elevator buttons, electing to push them in hopes it would work some miracle and have everything back to normal. I went to press for another button until I felt Cristiano’s hand reach out and grab mine, holding it tightly. “What are you doing?!”

There was a slight chill that ran through me when we touched, feeling his strong grip on me but I quickly shook him off before I could feel anything any longer. “Trying to get this thing to work.”

“Pressing random buttons won’t get things back working, sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart? Stop talking.” I retreated back to my side of the elevator, leaning against the wall and sighing. My lunch break would definitely be over by the time I got out of this thing. I closed my eyes, enjoying the quick moment of silence before I felt the gentle tug of something around my neck.

My eyes fluttered open to see Cristiano face to face with me, his hand and eyes busying themselves with the silver necklace I wore. “What’s this?”

“Uh, a necklace?” I responded harshly but that didn’t get him to stop fingering the chain and charm. “No I mean what does this mean?” His eyes lifted to me for a brief moment before lowering back down to the charm he was holding.

“It represents loyalty. My best friend got it for me.”

There was that slight touch again as his fingers came in contact with my chest as he wove them around the chain, all the way to the back of my neck where the clasp was. “Interesting.”

I was sure in the dim light I was blushing at this very moment and I just hoped it wasn’t noticeable to him. Cristiano’s eyes fluttered back up to me and a smile graced his chiseled features. “You seem flustered,” he remarked.

“I’m not,” I insisted.

“You sure?” He teased with a raise of his sculpted eyebrow. I could only muster a small nod, my throat practically growing dry as the intensity of his stare picked up. “You’re not…hot under that?”

He didn’t break our stare with his questioning to look at my outfit. I gave a small shake of the head. “Positive?” He probed once more. I was beginning to open my mouth this time to respond but it seemed just as quickly his mouth crashed onto mine aggressively, his hand entangling the hair on the back of my head and the other clasping my waist hungrily.

I fell into the kiss, my slight shock subsiding to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure as I practically melted in his arms. The way his lips moved against mine held a certain passion I couldn’t quite describe but it was surely one I hadn’t experienced many times off of a simple kiss and he didn’t dare to stop any time soon. He continued his rhythm of the kiss, making me want to sink my hips against him and feel the warmth of his body even more.

A small gasp left my throat as soon as he let our lips apart for air and it seemed the universe had a funny way of working because just at that moment, the lights of the elevator flickered on. Was it bad that I wasn’t happy we would be able to return to what we were heading to before the elevator shut down?

I was sure now my cheeks were burning red but I dropped my head, allowing my hair to hide my face behind it.

“Glad that got fixed huh?” Cristiano stated in a satisfied tone as he reached on his arm and began putting on the button-up he had once discarded. I peeked as the shirtless view of him began to disappear, trying to burn the image in my mind to remember forever while I had the chance.

“Yeah,” I muttered. How in the world did I end up in a makeout session with the one guy I hated, now wanting it to continue?! I picked up my heels from the floor and cradled them in my arms along with my purse.

“I have a proposition. I’m sure you still have a little time left of your break. You could either join me or head off to wherever you were going to get food.” His eyes lifted to me and that smile popped up on his face again.

“T-To get food?” Crap, could I please stop stuttering around him?!

An amused chuckle filled the air. “I wasn’t thinking food but I’m sure I could satisfy a few cravings of yours.”

A warmth rose between my legs and on my cheeks as well as I began to picture exactly what he meant. I was definitely falling into Mr. Ronaldo’s trap. “Are you sure we have enough time?”

“My car drives fast,” he assured with a wink.

The elevator pinged loudly to signal we were finally on ground level. Cristiano took no time to begin walking out of the opened doors, turning for a moment to look at me. “So what’s your decision?”

I gulped nervously. I was in no way prepared for this today. Hell, if I had known I may have worn sexier underwear that actually matched my bra but this was an opportunity I just couldn’t pass up. Not with my body craving him as much as I currently was. “We really shouldn’t be doing this…”

I bit down on my bottom lip, my conscious mind reminding me of my status as an employee of the club and his status as a player. The star player at that.

A knowing smile was all he offered. “That’s what makes it exciting.”

I couldn’t deny that fact and before long, my feet were guiding me out of the elevator and to his side. “Let’s go.”

So much for food.

gif credit to wetalkfootball.

[Mark] Teacher’s Pet (Chapter Fourteen)

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My life has been passing in slow motion. It’s been three days since Mark and I fought, but I look like I haven’t seen light in three years. My body doesn’t handle my mental state, I’m never hungry, I feel dehydrated. I constantly have to act, I do my best not to cry in front of people, even though they know there is something wrong going on with me. Since I can cry during the day, I cry at night, as silently as I can, and controlling my emotions like this is not only a mental work, it’s physical. That’s why I don’t sleep and that’s why I’m so tired. I am fully aware I was wrong for snapping at Mark like this, and it’s been haunting me ever since he left me under the rain. I’m constantly sending him tons of texts telling him I’m sorry but he never replies, and he doesn’t take my calls. I don’t know how long he’s going to be mad or if he’s going to calm down. I feel like I’ve lost him, I feel like everything is over, and it hurts. I shouldn’t have let him become so important to me.

Bea knows I’m not feeling well, no matter how hard I try to hide it. But I want to avoid as much questions as I can; because the less questions she asks, the less I lie. That’s why I agreed to go shopping with her today. Prom is in a little bit more than a month, and we are at Prom Girl Store to buy our dresses. I don’t know what I’m doing here, I don’t want to go to prom, I’m not in the mood for even thinking about prom. Bea is trying another dress on, and here I am, lost in my thoughts. I send Mark another message, and it makes me angry that I still hope a reply from him.

Bea comes out of the cabin in a sleeveless princess grown with a pale pink bustier and a white skirt. I’m in awe of her, she looks like a small marshmallow with curly hair.

“What do you think?” She asks me, turning around for me to see well. She does look amazing, but the dark blue lace dress she tried earlier was better.

“I like the blue one better.” I reply, and she tilts her head to the side, showing me a cute grimace.

“I don’t knoooooow.” She whines. She smacks her tongue and sighs. I think she really likes both. She stalks over to me and sits down on the small sofa.

“Are you sure you’re not trying anything?” She asks, sticking her bottom lip out in a cute pout. I shake my head. I’m just not in the mood for shopping, and I don’t even know if I’m going to prom.  She sighs for a long time, and I can see the features of her face hardening.

“What’s going on?” Tell me.“ She asks. I dreaded this question. I tried really hard not to show my chagrin, looks like it’s so big that I miserably failed.

“Nothing.” I lie, and she rolls her eyes at me.

“Oh, please, please, Abigail. Don’t play that game, please.” She says, obviously trying to hide her frustration. I look down at my knotted fingers. She’s already mad, how am I supposed to tell her about me and Mark?

“You barely talk to me anymore, Abigail.” She says, and I’m forced to look up at her big and deep green eyes that are pained with sadness.

“That’s not true, Bea.” I shake my head. “We never hang out together anymore. You’re always out on weekends, with friends I don’t even know. And you don’t even want to introduce me to them.” She argues. How am I supposed to tell her it was all lies? I’ve gone too far into my own lies, I don’t know how to get out of it.

“Did I do something?” She asks. The idea that I could make her feel that bad saddens me in the most painful way. First Mark, and then her, I feel like I’m hurting everyone I love.

“No, no, Bea.” I shake my head vigorously. I feel so bad, it hurts to realize how much pain I can bring to people. That was not my intention, I don’t want to hurt anyone, it hurts me more than anything else.

“Look, I’m sorry if you felt neglected, I promise I don’t love you less.” I say sincerely. I can’t hold back the excess of emotion that rushes inside of me, and tears pool at the corners of my eyes. Her brow cease as she sees it.

“Why are you crying?” She asks, taking my face in her hands. I burst into tears, and she wraps me in her arms. Oh, Bea, I’m so sorry.

“What is going on, Abigail?” She asks, stroking my hair. I just can’t stop crying, even if I try to.

“I don’t know, I’ve just felt so down lately.” I lie through my tears. She pulls away from me and plunges her eyes into mine.

“Why?” She asks, and I shrug. “I hate seeing you like this.” She says, her thumbs caressing my cheeks as I start to calm myself down.

“Come on, dry those tears. I’m gonna get this dress I saw in the store, you’re going to try it, okay?” She says, and her warm smiles prevents me from saying no.

Bea gets me a white princess grown with a sweet heart neckline and spaghetti straps and an open back. Prosaic and pure, and I love. This dress is absolutely magnificent. I walk out of the fitting room, and Bea sees me. Her eyes widen a little bit as she leans in. I bite my lip. Ah, the feels!

“Wow.” She articulates. She likes it too! “That dress is perfect for you.” She smiles as I turn around.

“I like it too.” I reply.

“You have to buy it.” She says. Buy it? For what?  

"I don’t even have a date.“ I sigh.

"Neither do I.” She says, getting up from her seat.

“We’ll be each other’s date. We’ll have fun by ourselves.” She proposes, radiating with happiness. I smile at her. “Come on, take it.” She encourages me. “Fine.” I give in.

“What about you? Which one did you take?” I ask her. I hope she chose the blue one.

“I’ll come back another day, I need to show my mom first.” She says. Damn, she must be hesitating a lot. I don’t see what she’s hesitating about, blue definitely is her color.

“I’m telling you, the blue one is prettier.” I say, and she crinkles her nose.

"I don’t know. “ She whines, and I sigh, going back into the fitting room to take the dress off. After the prom dress shop, I decide to take Bea to a cute cafe, one because she’s the best friend ever and I’ve been neglecting her and she deserves a treat, and two because for the first time in three days, I AM HUNGRY. Guess she managed to light up my mood a little bit. She sits and I tell her I’ll go order her favorite smoothie. As I wait inside the queue, a man walks past me, V neck navy blue T-shirt, a light black jacket and jeans, a black straw lazily hanging from his mouth as he checks his phone. His familiar quaff and his adolescent features rings a bell in my mind and I immediately recognize Mark. Running into him, what a chance! He won’t be able to ignore me like this.

"Mark.” I call out before I can stop myself, and he lifts his eyes to me. He sees me, recognizes me, and pulls his straw out of his mouth.

"Abby.“ He sighs, and I can see every feature of his face hardening as he pronounces my nickname. "What are you doing here?” Is the first thing I say to him.

“I’m not sure that’s any of your business.” He replies dryly, so distant and cold, and it’s almost enough to make me run away. He makes a move to leave but I hold him back.

“Mark, wait.” Taking him by the wrist, I drag him behind the center panel that hides the center row of tables from the checkouts. Peeking from behind it, I make sure Bea can’t see us.

“We have to talk.” I say to him. “I’m with a friend.” He waves somewhere behind him. I know we can’t talk right now, but I need to know if I have a chance to get him back. I understand him being mad at me, and not wanting to talk to me, but he can’t stay mad at me forever, can he? I have to force him to confront me. “If you want to break up with me, then say it.” I say, stepping closer to him, invading his personal space, deliberately, to make him uncomfortable.

“Say it.” I breathe, pressing him a little bit more. He makes a move to back away but I grab him by the material of his vest and hold him close to me, our lips almost touching each other. I want to kiss him so bad, I want to feel him again. I need to win him back. I frustrate him, he’s almost fuming; his eyes nervously search into mine. There are so many things I want to tell him, but I can’t, Bea is here.

“If I come to your place later, will you listen to me?” I ask him. He sighs, not wanting to reply, but I insist with my eyes. Suddenly, my eyes land on a small silhouette behind Mark, peeking from behind the center panel.

“Bea!” I gasp in horror, and panic grips at my heart. She shakes her head, totally miffed, and disappears away. Shit, no!

“Bea, wait!” I call out, ditching Mark and running after her. She storms out of the cafe, I call her name again, and she turns around, her big green eyes moistened with tears.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asks, her voice trembling.

“I tried, I swear. But you told me you thought you liked him and I…” I reply, struggling to find my words.

“You decided that stabbing me in the back was better.” She finishes it for me.

“I didn’t know what to do. But I wanted to tell you since the start, I swear.” I reply.

“No, it’s my fault. I was so stupid for thinking you were my best friend!” She exclaims, laughing sarcastically.

“Bea, I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me, I need you.” Tears pool at my eyes. I’ve never seen her so mad in my entire life. What kind of friend am I?

“You need me?” She snorts through her tears. “Abigail, are you fucking serious? You need me?” She asks, taking a step closer to me. I don’t know what to say.

“Then it’s me or him, Abigail.” She says. Is she serious? My heart sinks a little.

“Wait, you can’t do this to me. We promised each other we wouldn’t do this.” I try to reason her.

“I’m not the only one breaking promises.” She says.

“I didn’t promise anything, Bea.” I reply.

“I liked him first!” She yells.

“We were already together when you told me.” I reply. She runs both of her hands in her hair, fuming with anger.

“You have no fucking idea of what I do for you?” She asks, and I want to reply that I do, but she cuts me off.
“Why do you think everyone accept to call you Abigail?” Her question makes me frown.

“Every fucking time you told someone not to call you Abby, they would look at you funny and talk shit behind your back, and I would tell them seriously to be understanding. I am the reason why you do have friends, for fuck’s sake! And you, you…” She struggles to put words on what I did to her, her face painted with disgust.

“Bea, I’m really really in love with him. Please, don’t ask me to choose. I wouldn’t be happy with any choice I make.” I plead quietly.

“Then go fuck yourself.” She spits and turns on her heels.

“Bea!” I call after her, but I don’t have the strength to follow her. Suddenly it starts to rain heavily, the drops getting mixed up with my tears. We’re in fucking LA, how come it’s raining so much lately?!

I knock on the front door of  Bea’s house and her mother opens the door, brown hair green eyes and tight dress.

“Abigail?” Her eyes widen as she sees me, and she brings her hand to her mouth.

“Liz, I have to talk to Bea.” I say weakly, my throat feeling sore after crying so much. She moves to let me in and I oblige, letting her close the door behind me.

“You are drenched, what is going on?” She takes my face between her hands, a motherly look of worry on her face.

“Where is Bea?” I ask. She eyes me for a moment, but eventually lets me go.

“In her room.” She says. I go up to her room and knock on her door without telling her it’s me. She opens the door, sees me, and immediately tries to close it.

“Bea, wait.” I try to hold the door open but she slams it closed, almost breaking my nose.

“Bea, please.” I knock on her door desperately.

“Get out of here!” She yells from behind the door, and I understand it’s not today that she’ll forgive me, if she ever does.

I’m my own shadow as I step inside my house, worn out by the rain and the wind. I’ve hit the rock bottom. First Mark, then he, I lost everything.

“Abigail?” My mom says as she taking shaky steps inside. Her face is painted with worry as she walks to me. My bod gives up one in front of her.

“Mom…” I sob before bursting into tears, sinking onto my knees.

“Abigail, what’s wrong?” My mom asks in panic, dropping onto the floor next to me and wrapping her arms around me. I don’t reply and let myself go to my inner pain inside the warmth of the only pair of comforting arms I have left.