dresses you can never have

I hardly see any posts out there about this so I guess I’ll be the one to do it. 

To all my beautiful followers with eczema, vitiligo, birthmarks, psoriasis, or any other skin condition-you are beautiful. 

For all my lovely guys, girls, and non binary friends going to prom this year and feeling self conscious as hell-I love you & you are beautiful. You slay in that dress or tux. I know it’s not easy but your skin condition does not define you. 

You know what’s great about fairy tales that haven’t been made into Disney movies?  How completely bullshit they are.  Like, if it’s a popular enough fairy tale that it’s gotten its own movie, a lot of the completely random-seeming shit has probably been excised from that version.  If it’s just been left to molder since people stopped drinking beer for breakfast, started being able to read on a massive scale, and learned how not to give themselves ergot poisoning every winter…well, it might just sound like something a sleep-deprived kindergartener made up.

“Here, dearest sister, take this vial of water.  If it turns cloudy, you’ll know I’m sick.  If it turns red as blood, you’ll know I’m dead.”

“This is a very useful thing, dearest brother, as reliable post hasn’t been invented yet, and you’re going to just wander around until you make your fortune.  I have only one question.”


“Where the hell did you get this?”


“Where did you get a vial of water that magically knows if you’re sick or dead?  Like, did you just pick it up at the market?  Did you have to go see a witch?  How much did you pay for this?  The whole reason you’re leaving is that we’re fucking broke.”

“I just…it was just lying around.”

“What, in the attic?”

“I guess?”

“Why would we have a vial of water that can tell if you’re sick or dead just lying around in the attic?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe we can ask those animals that tricked the robbers out of their cabin in the woods.  They seem to know what they’re doing.”

“The animals…that tricked the robbers…out of their cabin.”


“I hate this town.”

“Young man, if you let me sit by your fire, I’ll give you a sack of gold that can never be emptied.”

“Why would you be just wandering around alone dressed like a beggar if you have a sack of gold that can never be emptied?”

“I just…am.  Fuck you.  You want the sack or not?  Because I am dog tired, and freezing cold, and offering you a magic money-sack if I can just take a load off.”

“This is the sort of magic sack that’s going to make me really happy for like six weeks and then I’m going to get murdered in my sleep by trolls, isn’t it?”

“…yes.  Do you want it or not?”

“What the hell, with plague going around again, I’m probably not going to live more than another few months, anyway.”

“That’s the sort of can-do spirit murder-trolls love to see!”



“Young lady, I’m very hungry, won’t you please share your bread with me?”

“Shit.  Are you the sort of stray dwarf I’m supposed to help, or are you going to murder me unless I start hitting you with a stick right now?”


“Those are my two options, right?  I mean, I can’t just say nah, I only have enough for me, and keep on walking.  I have to either feed you or beat the hell out of you.  So which is it?  I don’t want to get magic-murdered for picking wrong.  The last person you turned into a stone or a goat or whatever, what’d they do?”

Why is every traveler on this road so fucking weird?  I just want a hunk of bread, lady.“

“So you’re not magic?”

“Oh, well.  Yeah, of course I’m magic.”

“But you’re not going to do anything magic right now.”

“Are you on some bizarre quest to marry a prince even though you have absolutely no idea how to run a kingdom?”

“No, of course not.  Jesus.”


“I’m trying to figure out how to turn my seven brothers from dead swans back into humans permanently.”

“Your brothers were turned into dead swans.”

“I mean, I don’t really mind, because they transform back into men at night, but my fiance won’t get married until the mill’s courtyard isn’t full of dead swans all day.  He thinks it’s gruesome.”

“Why would anyone turn your brothers into dead swans?”

“We think the local witch was just trying to turn them into swans.  Or maybe kill them.  She was on a bender, so she can’t really remember.”

“Okay, but why?”

“My brothers were kind of dicks, before they got stuck as dead swans all day.“

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but if you give me half your bread, I’ll tell you how to turn them back into people full-time.”

“Why are you being so nice all the sudden?”

“Because I now really need a beer, and I hate drinking on an empty stomach.”

“Young woman, who is coincidentally very beautiful and very virtuous even though you grew up very poor in a time when that very well may have meant chronic malnutrition and seeing family members literally die of hunger, you may have the hand of the prince in marriage if you can lift his curse.”

“Okay, yeah, I’m pretty sure I can do that.  I’ve got some good fairies backing me up, and also half the animal kingdom.”

“That’s very impressive.”

“Yeah, I did a lot of really random stuff and went vegan for a while, and now apparently everything under the sun owes me.“

“Well, you’ll enjoy your time as a princess, then!”

“Well, before we do that, I thought maybe we should talk about why the curse was put on him in the first place.  Maybe you could tell me who did it, and why, and if we know where they are now.  Maybe we could sort of come up with a plan for dealing with them.  You know, after I break the curse.”

“Why would we do that?”

“Well, somebody sort of turned the prince into a giant fish and made it so fishermen can’t stop trying to catch him, so it seems like they might just try something else if we undo that.  I want to be ready.”

“Nonsense.  This curse was a one-time thing.”

“The witch still lives like right next door, yes?”

“Yes, but she’s calmed down a lot since she did this.”

“She just turned a guy into a newt last week.”

“But she likes us now.”

“Not enough to undo the curse, though.”

“Well, no.”

“So, we should probably have a plan, right?”


“Okay, I’m going to keep walking until I find an enchanted prince with more sensible parents.  Peace out, your majesties.”


“Wyatt will always be a part of the Fosters universe” -Co-creator Peter Paige  “Wyatt’s really good for Callie, and she knows that.” “He’s a really positive male figure in her life. He’s someone she can trust, and she hasn’t really had that before.”  -Maia Mitchell, TVline 

.r a n d o m. .h e a d c a n o n.

Atem is very confident about his body. He knew he is looking good and he knew how to use it for his good. He had never  thought bad about his looks, he had never have single complex.

You can dress him in bin liner and he  would feel good  about himself.

With one  damn exception.

He just can’t go out anywhere without his eyeliner.


Where’s my period?

I have gas… If I let it out, will it be audible? Will it smell?

I have an itch right at the pussy-leg joint……

Can I get away with wearing sexy undies or is it too close to shark week?

Is it a pad or tampon kind of day?

Do i feel sexy or lazy? Aka how much effort will i put into my makeup… None to full-face

Is that my period? Oh… Good it’s not

When last did I wash my hair?

When last did I wash this *article of clothing*?

Is THAT my period????

Is this skirt too short? Does it read “slut” or “hoe”?

If I wear this comic-related insignia piece of apparel, will they see me as being a genuine fan, or “faking it”?

… Do I fucking care?

How much cleavage is too much cleavage?

Is this enough cleavage for this occasion or nah?

How much cleavage can I get away with today?

I need to pee but I’m wearing shapewear that doesn’t have a pee hole so……….

More heels need to be made with super-thick layers of memory foam and proper heel-toe support… Now THATS an all-day heel…

Shit… Period!

I wanna look cute but…. Fuck errythang

*fondles tiddies discreetly in public*

OooooOOOoo… She got a donk!

I want to tell her how to do her makeup better but I don’t want her to think I’m a bitch or out of line… I want her at her best…

*strips for herself in front of mirror* ooooo I’m a sexy bitch~

I need a set of tiddies to feel on that aren’t my own…

Back pain… Bloating… Cramps… Is it the lactose intolerance or is it PMS?

*considers pulling a Britney and shaving head*

Can I twerk? Is this twerking? *does a thing* Was THAT TWERKING?!

Hm… I could use a dick/pussy right now…

Actually… I could use a whole pizza

Is it too late to order a pizza?


You can never have too many desserts/shoes/cute bras/fuck buddies

Im a fucking goddess *strikes Wonder Woman pose*

I’m a muTHA FUCKIN MONSTAH! *Nicki Minaj scream*

I’m to sexy for my cat… To sexy for my hat… To sexy for my job *struts*

I’m I too old for this?

Am I old enough for this?

Why are all the cute things not available for me?!

Why bother…

I need the world to go away for a few minutes

Give me a minute… I need to psyche myself up *gets out of bed*

Is my period done yet?

5SOS Preference: Something you do that turns him on
  • Michael: "Babe, can you help me?" You asked as you bit your lip, trying to finish curling your hair. You heard him approach, but out of the corner of your eye, you could see him just watching you. "Mikey! Can you please help hold back my hair? I just need to curl one more piece." He walked over, his fingers brushing against your skin as he held back your hair. When you were finished, he leaned in. "You look so sexy when you're concentrated and frustrated. It's a shame your hair is so pretty, because I'm going to smash the curls out of it tonight."
  • Ashton: As much as I hated writing, I always forced myself to spend hours on it, perfecting and finalizing my work. As I edited my essay for my teacher, I twirled my fingers aimlessly through my hair, and biting my pen absentmindedly. I could see Ash approach from behind, and immediately felt his hands wrap around my waist. "Baby, I know you're busy writing, but you look so sexy with your glasses on. Why don't we take a brain break?" He whispered hoarsely before picking me up without an answer.
  • Calum: "Hey babe, how does this dress look?" I asked as I exited the dressing room. One of my cousins was getting married, and I was having trouble finding a dress. "Cal?" I asked again, as he stared at me. "I... ehm... it looks super hot, babe." He tore his eyes from my bum, his cheeks tinted red as he looked me in the eye. I turned to go back to the dressing room, just as he jumped up and whispered in my ear. "I can't wait to tear you out of it. Hurry up and dress so we can get home, because I have never wanted you more in my life."
  • Luke: I had woken up early on a lazy Sunday, and decided to make breakfast for me and Luke before he woke up. Trying not to disturb him, I had thrown on one of his old Nirvana t-shirts over my underwear before going downstairs. I hummed as I got out the pancake mix, when I suddenly felt giant hands on my waist. I gasped as I turned around to see Luke smirking at me. "Jesus Luke, you scared the shit out of me." "Sorry babe, you just look so fucking sexy in my shirt. I'm really hungry, and pancakes aren't going to do it for me." I gave him a confused look. "Do you want bacon and eggs instead?" Luke chuckled. "No. I'm hungry for you." He picked me up bridal style, the thoughts of breakfast long gone.
Preference #2: You're an Actress (Cashton)

Hope you enjoy this one. It was fun to write. I’m not sure if this is what the anon had in mind when they requested, but I just ended up writing a ‘how you meet’ version of this. If this is not what you had in mind(or if anyone would like to read more 'you’re an actress’ preferences) be sure to send me a message and I’ll try to make it more of what you wanted. 

Due to the length of the preference, I decided to do it in two parts and therefore will be posting the 'Muke’ soon. Again, hope you enjoy and feedback is encouraged! 

Ashton: Lights flashing, crowds screaming, everyone dressed to the nines. 'I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this,’ you think as you emerge from a town car in a dress that you can barely breathe in. MTV Music Awards. You’d have never thought you’d be there in a million years, especially since you’re not even a musician. But here you are, walking down the red carpet, being periodically stopped by paps and interviewers. You move along quickly to get inside. You are announcing for one of the categories tonight, and you want time to rehearse. You walk along backstage, trying to find where you’re supposed to go, when suddenly you bump into someone. You nearly fall backwards onto your bum, but the stranger grabs and steadies you. “Oh goodness! I’m so sorry. I’m ridiculously clumsy, especially in heels.” You apologize as you smooth out your dress. “No it’s my fault. I wasn’t looking,” He replies in a thick Australian accent. “Well I guess it was both of our faults then,” You say looking into his green eyes. Then it hits you. You are talking to Ashton Irwin from 5 Seconds of Summer. Your little cousin is a big fan and had introduced you to his music over your Christmas holidays. 

“Woah. You’re Y/N Y/L/N, right?” “Yes, and you’re Ashton Irwin,” You return with a smile. “Yes. Wow. I’m a huge fan. I’ve seen all your movies, even the girly ones. I must say that you are even more beautiful in person,” He says. You laugh and enjoy how he can sound so incredibly dorky, yet quite suave all at the same time. “I wish I could say the same for you…I saw your Don’t Stop music video and it looks like you’ve lost muscle tone since then…and fashion sense, what is with these jeans? I much prefer a man in tights and underwear,” You tease. “You and me both! I look like a mess and I’m not even comfortable. This shirt…it has holes in it and it’s itchy. This bandana isn’t nearly as exciting as my other one…and these jeans, so uncomfortable. I want nothing more than to be in a spandex suit with some red underwear over top. That outfit was breezy, but also snug and secure in the areas I needed support,” He explains with a dimpled smile on his face. You raise your eyebrow and ask, “And where exactly do you need support?” “Well, you see, moonlighting as a superhero takes it toll. My knee, for example…I was saving this cat from a tree, you know real heroic stuff, and the branch began to break. And I was faced with a huge moral dilemma: save the cat and potentially fall to my death or run away. Not many would do it, but the look on the kitten’s face. I just couldn’t let an innocent die like that, and so I scaled the tree. It was gruelling, but had to be done. Just as I within reach of the kitten, the branch snaps. We go tumbling downward. My life flashes before my eyes. Somehow my superhuman instincts kicked in and I was able to grab the cat and cushion its fall. Sadly, I landed wrong on my knee and it hasn’t been the same since, but it’s one of the risks of the job. Saving people is not as easy as the movies make it out to be,” Ashton explains dramatically, making you laugh. He adds with a flirty smile, “Why? Where were you thinking?” “Exactly that, actually,” You joke. “Well that’s good. It would have been rather inappropriate for you to be thinking about elsewhere.” You gasp dramatically and clutch your chest, feigning disgust, “I would never!” This warrants an intoxicating giggle from him. You continue with mock-upset, “In case you didn’t know. I am a good girl. I only do wholesome, girly movies. Unlike you and your punk rock music with your funky hair dos, mosh pits, and lyrics saturated in sexual innuendos. I’m actually rather offended that you would insinuate such a thing!” “Wholesome movies, huh? You were a sexy assassin in your last movie. You tortured someone with a huge knife,” He returns. “It was actually a metaphor, really…and about feminism. I was fighting my way to women’s equality to be in high paying jobs and wear whatever they want…it’s a rather wholesome message if you examine it closely. I don’t think you’d understand,” You joke, spewing complete bullshit. You and Ashton laugh together. You are amazed at how you two seem to have the same sense of humour. 

“Ashton! There you are! You have 5 minutes until you are performing and I’ve been looking every for you,” A man, mostly likely in the managerial position, says to him frantically. “Sorry, I was dealing with this klutz. She bumped into me. I fell and nearly broke my arm,” Ashton explains, teasing you. You roll your eyes and give him a shit-eating grin, “I almost knocked you over, huh?” “Yeah. You really need to learn to be more careful.” “I must. I’m really a hazard to public safety,” You laugh. “That’s nice. Now Ashton, come on. You need to get into position,” the man says impatiently. “Just one second, John,” He says to the man, before turning back to you, “Even though it would put my safety at risk, I’d like to continue discussing your wholesome values some more. When can I see you again? Are you going to any parties after this?” He asks. “You’d risk your safety just to talk to me again?” You ask jokingly. “I’m a risk taker, babe. What can I say? I am a superhero after all.” “Ashton, we really need to get you into position” John exclaims. “Are you going to a party tonight?” “Well I guess…you’ll have to find out. Maybe your superpowers can help you out,” You reply with a wink as you walk away leaving him speechless. Maybe after playing a sexy assassin, you have learned some things, because you are definitely feeling like a sexy man-killer right about now. 

Calum: You are on a talk and radio show promoting your new film with your costar, Dave Franco. It is a couple weeks into it, so you’re pretty used to the whole thing. But today is different. Because it’s Dave’s girlfriend’s birthday, he has left you for the weekend to go surprise her. You couldn’t blame him; it is actually quite the romantic gesture, but it did leave you all alone. 

So now you are sitting on a couch, waiting for your turn to be interviewed. Your publicist  has finally stopped barraging you with 'friendly’ reminders and tips to not be too inappropriate with your jokes and to plug the film as subtly and often as possible. You were relieved when you heard her phone ring, because she’d surely be on the phone for 20 minutes. This allows you time to just think and relax. You are incredibly nervous. You’re not too good at interviews, because you get nervous and ramble awkwardly. Your stomach is in knots. You take a deep breath and attempt to clear your mind, but something catches your attention. From your seat on the couch, you can see and hear the interview going on. It takes you a moment to realize that it is 5 Seconds of Summer, a band you were secretly a huge fan of. You had been playing their new album nonstop since it came out. You listen and laugh to the four boys being interviewed. They have you laughing so loudly sometimes that your publicist has to shush you on multiple occasions. 

Right as an intern waves you over to tell you that it is almost your time to go on, you hear, “So Calum, we hear that you are interested in Y/N Y/L/N?” From your vantage point, you can see Calum blush and the rest of the boys laugh. “What? Where did you hear that?” He asks with an embarrassed smirk. “You tweeted about her just the other day. Don’t you remember?” Max, the interviewer, asks. “I might recall that…” Calum says over the chuckles of his bandmates. “Well maybe this will help you remember. We have the tweets right here. Let’s see…you said, 'Just saw Y/N’s new movie’ followed by several heart eye emojis. And then right after you tweeted 'jealous of Dave franco’ and 'thinking of becoming an actor ;p. What do you have to say for yourself, Calum?” Your face turns a deep shade of red and your heart begins to race. “I…uh really liked the movie,” Calum laughs.  “He loves her,” Luke interjects. Calum hides his face. He seems just as flustered about this as you are. You watch his cheeks get all bright and cannot believe how a gorgeous member of your favourite band is interested in you.“He does. She is his phone background right now,” Michael adds. “That’s not true!” Calum claims. “Liar! Calum is just trying to act cool. He’s a bit of a fanboy,” Ashton informs the host. “Can you blame him though? She’s quite fit and talented.” Luke adds. Calum’s head whips around to look on Luke and he gives him a glare. The boys laugh at him and he laughs at himself too. He has no idea you are watching him. You have no idea how you are watching this. You feel like it is some crazy dream. You have had celebrities express some interest in you, but never like this, and not from someone you were really interested in. You can not wrap your head around it. 

“Well what would you say to her if you met her?” Max asks. You know what is the interviewer is planning now. You suddenly got incredibly nervous. Why weren’t you given a heads up? You are going to end up making a fool of yourself. You just know it.“He’d probably just cry,” Michael jokes. “He’d be like 'you’re preeetttyyy’” Luke says in a high pitched voice. “No! No. He’d totally go up to her trying to be all cool and manly, but end up saying nothing but dumb pick up lines,” Ashton says, acting it out. Calum shakes his head enthusiastically in protest, “I would be normal!” All the boys laugh at that statement extremely hard. 

At this point, the intern tells you it’s time to go in, just as Max says, “We’ve got a surprise for you Calum.” Calum’s face lights up with both terror and excitement. “Y/N, why don’t you come join us.” The intern then opens the door and lets you into the radio booth. All the members of 5sos look at you shocked for a moment and then erupt in laughter. All but Calum laugh. He seems to be more embarrassed than anything. Max motions for you to take a seat next to her. She gives you a smug grin when she sees the blushes on both Calum and your faces. You give an awkward wave to the boys and then sit down, mentally chastising yourself for being so lame. “For those of you listeners who can’t see what’s going on, Y/N Y/L/N is now sitting next to me. Now I know you’re here to talk about your new film, but I think we should discuss what just happened here. Do you have anything to say to Calum? Could we be witnessing the start of something?" 

You imagine you look something like a lobster right now from the shade of red she is making you turn. You panic and reply, "I, uh, he, um. Calum is really sweet.” You want to end it there, but you continue rambling, “I mean that was incredibly sweet to say, and I’ve always had a crush on him. Shoot. I shouldn’t have said that. I uh guess I say thank you Calum…I’m a big fan.” You want to run out of the room. You are so embarrassed. You admitting to having a crush on him. All the boys are laughing and looking shocked. Calum and Ashton both look as if they’ve seen a ghost. “You’re a fan of us? You know our music?” Ashton asks as if it’s completely strange. “Since I’ve already embarrassed myself, I might as well just say it…I’m actually a huge fan. I’ve been listening to you guys for a few years now. I actually have been listening to your album on repeat since I got it.” “You’re lying,” Michael replies. “I’m a super fan,” You laugh nervously. 

Max continues to prod you and Calum about a budding relationship throughout the rest of the interview. When its finally over, you all exit the radio booth and meet officially out in the hallway. Ashton, Luke, and Michael give you a hug and comment about how you’re really lovely and a good sport for doing that. They then give Calum a shove in your direction and run away giggling like preteen girls. You and Calum look into each other’s eyes until you break the gaze and blush. “So..that was awkward,” You say, laughing to keep from crying. “Yeah, excruciating. Thanks for saying those nice things about me, though…that was, um, really nice.” “Same to you. All the things you said were incredibly sweet.” “You weren’t creeped out” Calum asks. You shrug, “Nah. It was cute.” Calum gives you a heart melting smile and then a hug, “Well I guess I should be going…they are waiting for me.” You can’t help, but to melt into his hug a bit. His big muscular arms just envelop you. You don’t want it to end, but you both let go of each other. You give him this awkward nod and he starts to walk away. You die a little bit inside as you watch him walk away.

“That was good stuff,” Your publicist says to you, making you jump a little bit. You tear your eyes away from Calum disappearing down the hall to whine to your publicist. “Did you know about this? Did you know they were going to do that to me? It was so embarrassing. I was so awkward and know that he knows how awkward I am…it’s just..ugh. I can’t believe you would let me blindly walk-” You manage to say before you are interrupted by someone poking your back. “Excuse me,” Calum starts as you turn around. He rubs his neck nervously and continues, “Sorry to interrupt, but if I didn’t ask you this…then I’ll never forgive myself. I might be way out of line, but could I get your number…I’d love to uh go out with you sometime.” “Of course. I mean yes, sure…uh that’d be neat,” You ramble awkwardly. “Really?” Calum asks. “Yes…uh can I have your phone?” He fishes it out of your pocket and hands it to you unlocked and already open to the new contact page. You fill in your number, save it, and close the app. As you are handing it back to him, you notice that you are, in fact, his phone background. When Calum notices you noticing it, he quickly puts it back in his pocket. “Pretend you didn’t see that.” You laugh, “See what?” “Well I better go for real this time,” He says, giving you a quick wave. You smile, take a step towards him, and give a kiss on the cheek. Calum and you then part ways. You walk down the hall and do a silly happy dance when you get around the corner. Perhaps Dave missing the interview wasn’t so bad after all.

Some people think … that I’m afraid to speak up about the happy experience I had creating the Duchess of Cambridge’s wedding dress, but I can tell you that is nonsense.

I have never been a shrinking violet or a person who is ruled by fear. I loved making the dress…and we put our hearts into it. I respect the intimate nature of that lovely project and I respect the friendships that were forged during it.

An instinctive, intelligent, imaginative young woman’s wish for a beautiful wedding dress—or any kind of dress—is the most natural thing in the world. And I was honoured to pick up the challenge and always will be.
—  Sarah Burton on The Duchess of Cambridge and Royal Wedding
Asking the Question (Requested)

    You scan your closet. You are having a hard time looking for the right outfit. Ricky said to dress all out for tonight’s dinner where he is taking you out somewhere fancy, but you are still stuck. You look at almost every dress you have, and just decide that you can never go wrong with black. So you take out your best black dress and put it on. It’s strapless and it is split on on side of your thighs. You know Ricky will not resist you when he sees it. You match it with some black booties and you curl your hair. You do your make up as perfect as possible and you’re ready. Then you walk to Ricky’s room to show him the final product.

    You open the door to his room, and he looks just as snazzy as you. He has a suit on, and he is buttoning up the sleeves. You ask, “What do you think?” You have your hand on your waist, posing for him.

    He looks away from the mirror and towards you. He doesn’t smile. Instead, he says, “Um… don’t you think that dress is a little too revealing?”

    You honestly don’t think it is. You’ve seen girls wear worse. “I don’t think so. It’s not even that short. Come on, it’s cute, right?”

    “Maybe you should go change into something different.”

    You can’t believe what he just said. He is telling you to change into something else. He doesn’t accept your own decision. What does he think will happen if you go out like that. “But what if I like this dress? I feel pretty in it.”

    As he fixes his collar, he tell you, “I’m not letting you go out like that. You have a boyfriend. You shouldn’t be going out dressed like that. You don’t need to be getting anyone’s attention. 

    You are really mad now. How could he say that? He is trying to control what you wear, and you don’t like that. You like the dress you are wearing, and no one is going to make you take it off because you wear what you want to wear. "I’m not taking it off. If I like it, I’m going to wear it.”

    Ricky raises his voice. “No you’re not. I’m taking you out for dinner, and we are going. After you change first. So go change. I don’t want my girl going out like that.”

    You are still not going to listen to him. “No! You are being ridiculous!”

    He starts to scream just as loud as you, “I’m not going to argue with you! Go change so we can go!”

    You give him the silent treatment. You put your wait on one leg and cross your arms over over chest. You don’t move.

    “Fine! You know what! I just won’t go!” Ricky is just as stubborn as you. Then he walks passed you and out the door.

    You know you have to go after him. As you follow him out to the front door, you yell, “Where are you going?”

    Before he closes the front door, he looks back at you and says angrily, “Not to dinner with you!” Then he slams the door.

    That last one hurt, a lot. You think he is being so unreasonable. You just wanted to have a nice time to night, but things went bad. And you just can’t believe he left, just like that. That was really immature to run out on the argument instead of trying to solve it.

    Right now, you don’t feel sad. You just have anger bottled up inside you. You are so frustrated, that you walk back to Ricky’s room. When you get there, you start destroying his room. You knock everything off his desk, including the computer, as you grunt in anger. You pull off all the posters on the wall. You push all his stuffed animals off the shelfs and you even rip one of his yellow one’s in half. You start pulling out all his drawers, letting everything hit the floor. You pulled one out so hard, that it broke when it fell. Then you start pulling out the drawers on his dresser. As you pull them out, you see deodorants, cologne,gel, brushes, everything he has, fall on the floor. But as you pull another one out, something catches you eye. You stop your vandalism to look at it. you find where it bounced off to the side, and you gasp when you pick it up. 

    You pick up a small, black, velvet box. It opened when it fall. And what was inside made tears start pouring out of your eyes. It’s a ring. With a huge diamond on it. It’s an engagement ring. He had it hidden. That’s probably why he has taking you out to dinner. After being together for a year, you were wondering when he was going to ask you. You feel like such bad person. How could you guys have let such a little argument lead to Ricky walking out to door to who knows where? You wipe your eyes because your vision is getting so blurry. And then you just sit on the floor, holding the box tight, wondering why this had to have happened

    Now you know you have to do something. You have to make things right again. You first need to find out where Ricky is. You take out your phone and call up the first person who might know where he is, Kian. It rings about five times when he answers. “Hey (Y/N).”

    You try not to sniffle on the phone. “Hey Kian. Um… is Ricky there by any chance?”

    He takes a spit second to pause, and then answers. “No. Why?”

    “We kind of got into a fight and he walked out.”

    “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”

    He sounds just a little suspicious. “Kian, you’re my friend, right?”

    He sighs. “Yeah.”

    “Good, because a friend would tell me if Ricky was there.”

    He doesn’t answer. He just stays silent.


     "Okay, fine. Yeah, Ricky’s here. He told me not to tell you if you called.“

    "Thank you. Just don’t tell him you told me.” Then you hang up before Kian can say anything else. You have a plan, and you are just hoping it works.

    So first. you go back to your room to your room. You change into something completely different. You put on a sweater along with some mittens. Then you put on some sweats along with some snow boots. Then, on your head, you put on a ushanka and a scarf. You are done. Then you grab your keys and drive to the boys’ house.

    You park a few houses down so they don’t hear you. Then you walk to the house. You don’t go in through the front door. Instead, you sneak in through the gate on the side. You quietly sneak into the backyard. On your way, you look through one of the windows, and you see Ricky talking to Kian in the living room. Perfect. So you go to the back, and you stand in front of the clear door that leads inside. You are in perfect view of Ricky, and he notices you right away. 

     When he does, he looks disappointed to see you, which is what you expected. He turns to Kian, and he notices too. He stares at you, and you know he is think of whether or not to go over and talk to you. You just stand there, with both hands behind your back, hiding the box. Your plan moves along as Ricky finally gets up and walks over to the door. He opens it, but he doesn’t walk outside. “What are you doing here?” he says.

    You are smiling, hoping this will work. Then you say, “Ricky, I’m sorry. I was being so stubborn. I should have just changed when you told me. I don’t want to lose you. And Ricky, that means covering up every inch of my skin,” you hold one hand out to show him how covered up you are, “well, then let it be!" 

    Ricky let’s out a chuckle. You have him right where you want him. "You look ridiculous, you know that?”

    “I did this for you.”

    “Look, (Y/N)-”

    Yo interrupt him. “Uh uh uh! I’m not done.” You step forward, being right in front of him. “Ricky Dillon,” you kneel, revealing the box behind you. You open it and you present it to him as you say, “Will you marry me?”

    No words can explain how surprised Ricky’s face looks. He tries to find words to say, “Oh my- How did- Did you- Oh my God!”

    You feel awkward now, holding the ring in your hand while Ricky is just freaking out. “So?!”

    He says the next part softy. “Okay. (Y/N), yes, I will marry you.”

    You can’t help but jump up and throw yourself in his arms. He laughs as he lifts you off the ground and spins you. Then he puts you back down and say, “And I’m sorry we argued over something so stupid. I shouldn’t have asked you to change. I just didn-”

    You put your finger over his mouth to make him stop talking. “No. Don’t say anything. It it was just bad on both of our parts. We can just let’s this go because we didn’t let it ruin us. I love you Ricky Dillon.”

    “I love you too (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

    Then Ricky leans is and touches his lips to yours. Your first kiss being engaged. You don’t know if it’s just you, but if feels different, in a good way. You are just so excited to see where this will lead to. Then Ricky pulls away and says, “And thank you for doing this for me, but I was wrong. You weren’t showing too much skin. I don’t want someone who has to hide their amazing body.”

    “Oh thank God!” you say as you take off everything you put on and reveal the dress you had on earlier.“

    "Breathtaking.” He says as he looks at you.