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Mariana Trench

Prompt: Three times Michael has lied to either Gavin or Ryan for the wrong reasons, and one time he did it for the right ones. (GTA mavinwood)

For Olivia - thank you so much for all your support <3 <3


Michael’s in too deep before he even knows it.

It starts in a club the night after their first successful heist as a full crew, a motley assortment of bounty hunters, hit men and vagabonds that Ramsey pulled together from fucking Craigslist, beggars with big dreams who all have just a touch of eccentricity to them. Enough to make things work.

It’s the most fun he’s had in years. He’s known these men seventy-two hours but they feel as close as family already.

Well, maybe not quite like family, because the three of them have wandered away from the rest of the group to sit together at a booth close to the dance floor, and if they were family he wouldn’t be noticing how nice Ryan’s lips look as he lifts his glass to drink, or how the colourful lights flicker across Gavin’s skin so prettily, how good they look sitting side by side - Gavin latched himself to Ryan early on, like a little golden bird perched on the back of a huge dark-haired wolf - now their shoulders brush, they’re sat so close, and Gavin’s fingers trail across Ryan’s wrist to get his attention. Michael can’t stop thinking about how well he’d fit between the two of them.

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You had been invited to spend New Year’s Eve with your friend Lizzie. The two of you were going to go to a Bar-B-Q and stay the night at her dad’s house. Her parents were divorced so you had the option of her Mom or Dads house. But her dad’s was closer to the Bar-B-Q and she hadn’t seen him since the beginning of school so you were staying with him. You’d never met anyone in her family but she wanted to introduce you to a childhood friend she thought you’d be perfect for. So you drove in from school and didn’t even stop at the house to put your stuff up; just went straight there. You were having fun. It was New Year’s Eve after all, but the childhood friend James was one of the most boring people you had ever met. He was cute and sweet and all, but didn’t interest you in the least.

There was however a man who had caught your eye. He was older and a bit of a silver fox, but you couldn’t seem to forget about him. Nor him you as it turned out. Every time you’d look over at him; he’d already be staring.

You were getting another drink when someone came to stand next to you at the bar. “You from around here?”

Turning; you saw it was the silver fox who spoke to you.

“No. Just in for the weekend with a friend.” You said.

“You’re here with James?” He asked, his brows arching.

“Oh no. My girlfriend just thought I might like him.”

“Do you? I’ve known him all his life; he’s a good kid.”

“He seems like it, but I think he and I are just meant to be friends.” You said with a half-smile.  “What about you? You here with anyone?”

“My kids are around here somewhere, but I think they’re spending the night at their mom’s. So I probably won’t see much of them til tomorrow.”

“You’re divorced?”

“A few years now.” He said causally.

“I’m (y/n).”


“Well it’s nice to meet you Elliot.”

“Nice to meet you too.”

You two spoke for the next hour. You told him all about where you were from, where you went to school. He told you his daughter went there, and about being a detective. You realized it was midnight when people started counting down.

“Ten, Nine, Eight…”

Elliot grabbed your hand and pulled you around the side of house.

“Seven, Six, Five, Four…”

His hand tangled in your hair and the other went around your waist.

“Three, Two, One…Happy New Year!”

“Its good luck.” He explained before kissing you.


He took control of the kiss; running his tongue along your bottom lip asking for permission. You opened to him and…you were sure if he hadn’t already had you between him and the wall, you would have fallen into a heap on the ground. You could feel your body burning with blush, your heart was beating fast, and your breathing was becoming shallow. Your skin felt warm all over, and when he kissed you even more deeply…you felt something almost like an electric shock run over your skin. And somewhere deep inside you felt that tightening pull of wanting, of needing someone.

You’d never felt anything like this. Even with all the times you’d been kissed…you’d never felt this. This heat that went into your bones, that drove you to pull him even closer to you and tangle your hands in his hair. He pulled away from you after a few minutes of kissing. You nearly pulled to you again because of the satisfied yet wanting smile across his face.

But instead you said “Why don’t we take this back to your place?”

“What about your friend?” He asked smiling.

“I’ll text her that I’ll see her in the morning, and if I’m not home by seven that I was either kidnapped or having amazing morning sex.” You whispered in his ear before biting the lobe.


You weren’t sure if you’d ever had sex that good before. But he had proved to you again, and again, and again last night just how good he was…and once this morning. The two of you were kissing in bed when you heard sounds coming from the kitchen.

“What’s that?” You asked.

“One of the kids must have stayed over last night.” He said before kissing you again.

“As much as I would love to go for round…six…seven? I lost count. Anyway as much as I want to I need to go, lizzie will be worried about me soon.”


“My friend.” You explained getting up and pulling on your clothes.

“That’s my daughter’s name.”

“Really? What a coincidence.” You said before kneeling on the bed to kiss him one last time.

“So that’s it? Just one night and I never hear from you again?” He asked, his arms going around you.

“I left my number on the nightstand.” You said nodding to wear you had written your number on a notepad.

“Good.” He said with a satisfying smile.

Getting up you started to sneak out of the house having to pass through the kitchen.

“Trying to sneak in?” You heard.

Turning you saw Lizzie, your Lizzie making breakfast.

“Yeah.” You said quickly, trying to hide your surprise and confusion.

“Morning Lizzie.” You heard Elliot call as he came into the kitchen.

“Dad this is my friend (y/n).” She explained, seeing the look of slight panic f on his face that she took as confusion.

“Nice to meet you.” He said.

“You too.”

You couldn’t believe this. You’d just slept with your best friend’s dad…more than once.

“She apparently was having hot sex with a silver fox last night.” Lizzie laughed. “Or at least that’s what her text said.” She said as she walked out of the room.

“Oh my god.” You whispered. Panic peeking through your voice.

“It’s ok.” Elliot said trying to hide his laugh as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “She doesn’t know.”


“No buts. This just means you get to have more hot sex with a silver fox.” He whispered as he kissed your neck.

“Well that’s one thing.” You said breathlessly before pulling away. “Now let me go I have to go get dressed and somehow get Lizzie not ask about who I was with last night.”

“Just one more kiss.” He said pulling you to him.

“Let go.” You laughed.

“Oh fine.” He said letting go.

You started to walk away but stopped as he swatted your bottom. Gasping you turned to see him smiling.

“Just so long as you remember who left that whisker burn on your neck.”

“And why do I need to remember that?”

“So that you’ll be so hot and bothered by tonight that we’ll be able to go all night.” He whispered in your ear as he walked past you. “Because trust me…we…will….go…all night.”

Tickets for Two

Fred Weasley Imagine

“Y/N, there’s an owl shitting all over the dining table” your mum calls out in a fed up tone,

“It has a letter, which I assume is for you”

You trudged down the stairs in your pyjamas, walking into the kitchen to see your mum with her hands on her hips glaring at you, gesturing to the dirty brown own hopping around the fruit bowl, dragging its poop along with it.

You take the letter from the owl, opening it to find a ticket, reading:

The International Quidditch Association is proud to present the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Finals - Bulgaria V Ireland

Also in the envelope is a note.

“To Hogwarts’ finest, Y/N.
I’ve gone to the liberty of purchasing two tickets to the Quidditch World Cup, on Monday two weeks from now. As I have clearly only enclosed one ticket, this means that if you accept my request, we shall be attending the game together. You can stay in our tent with the rest of my family, if you so desire. Looking forward to seeing you there, love.
You’ll find out soon enough.
P.S., You better choose Ireland over Bulgaria, or there will be problems, madam.”

On one hand, meeting up with a stranger at night is a potential red flag for disaster, but on the other hand, it’s Quidditch, aka your favourite sport. You’re on the [house] Quidditch team, and plus, you’ve never been to a professional game before. Plus, how romantic, a secret admirer, who can complain?

“What’s in the letter, Y/N?” your mum asks, wiping the shit off the table.

“It’s a—my ticket for the Quidditch World Cup”

“I don’t remember you telling me you were going, when did this all happen? She asks,

“Like, aaages ago, I’ve been waiting forever for them” you lied.

“How much was it?”

“Oh you know, a few galleons, some knuts, sickles…” Your mum being a muggle, you knew talking about Wizard currency would stop the questions coming at you.

After discussing the details of the game and being reminded not to talk to strangers for the eighth time, she agreed to let you go. Funny enough, a stranger was the whole reason you’re going to the game in the first place.

———- Game Night ———

Monday, 22nd August finally rolled around, and you couldn’t be more excited for the game, you’d almost forgotten all about your curiosity of who actually gave you the ticket.

You got to Dartmoor, this year’s location of the Trillenium Stadium, and you could already hear the cheering of the crowds.

As you walk up the hill, you see the ridiculously enormous stadium. Lee Jordan wasn’t lying for once when he told you that it could fit 100,000 people. Did he invite you to the game?

Your seats were up at the very top of the stands. You hike up the stairs when you hear your name from behind you.

“Y/N!” a girl called out.

“Hey Hermione, fancy seeing you here!” You embraced her in a hug. “Yeah, we were all hoping you would actually show up!”

Oh, maybe this isn’t a date at all, maybe Hermione invited you. But why would she be so secretive? Does she fancy me?

“It wasn’t her who invited you” Ginny chuckles. “And it wasn’t me either for that matter” She must’ve guessed what you were thinking by the confusion on your face. “Come with us, we’ll take you over to your mystery man” she jokes.

When you got up to the stands, you were greeted by Ron and Harry, also saying how relieved they were that you actually accepted whoever’s invitation. They pointed in the direction of where he was, behind a group of people.

As you past the small crowd, you see Fred Weasley leaning on the railing by himself, holding two Butterbeers. He turns to see you, his eyes immediately lighting up and a smile growing on his face

“Hey, Y/N, glad you could make it” he says as he walks towards you.

He envelopes you in a tight, warm hug, sending shivers down your spine.

“So, you’re my mystery man then, huh?” you say.

“Sure am, hope you weren’t hoping for someone better” he teases.

“Absolutely not” you smile up at him.

“Good, because there’s a fat chance of that happening” he remarks boastfully, making you giggle.

He hands you one of the Butterbeers and the two of you talk about who knows what until the game starts. Green, orange and white fireworks shoot up into the air, forming a dancing leprechaun, as the two of you cheer at the top of your lungs.


The final score was 170-160 in Ireland’s favour. You and Fred scream with delight, and he hugs you around the waist and spins you around with joy.

As he sets you back on the ground, he looks down at you for a few moments, before he crashes his lips onto yours, just as the fireworks start to explode behind you. George, Ron and Harry whistle and cheer at the two of you, while Ginny and Hermione are trying to look disgusted at the boys’ reactions, but both were secretly cheering, mentally.

As you two part, you look each other in the eyes again. His hands come up to your face cupping your cheeks, with his forehead pressed against yours, as he whispers “thank you for spending tonight with me”. And honestly you couldn’t be happier, as it was the best night of your life.


Ta-daaa, just a quick one because 1. I have a splitting headache, 2. I spent a good hour and a half on designing this ticket, and 3. I actually love Quidditch, I think it’s actually my favourite part of the Wizarding world!


t: damn girl, i never thought i’d see the day… i could help you out, you know. like you keep reminding me, i ‘spend half my life on that stupid gaming system’ and i’ve beaten that particular game at least twice already.

c: where’s the fun in that ?! how am i supposed to feel like i’ve accomplished anything if i have you come in and help me whenever i’m stuck?

t: where’s the fun in getting riled up and screaming at the tv for two hours ? come on, princess — don’t even act like you don’t need the help.

c: …… okay, fine. maybe you make a good point. but don’t do anything other than kill this bad guy !! this is still my game, thank you.

Grayson comforts you


I have been sitting at my desk working for four hours straight, after failing my last test I was determined to get a good grade on this one. School means a lot to my family as, after spending half their lifetime studying, they have all turned out very successful. My family would be so disappointed if I were to fall behind, I told them that the other test was  one off and it would never happen again but they insisted that if I didn’t get an A+ on this paper I would be leaving LA and moving back home and back to the private school life that I hated. Being in LA with my beautiful boyfriend Grayson and his friends is the best thing for me. I am finally happy and I need to stay here. Hence why I am going on to my fifth hour of study. 

“Y/N”, Grayson said quietly as he pushed open my bedroom door, I jumped back. “How did you get inside?” I asked him as he walked over to me. “Your front door was unlocked, sorry I didn’t mean to scare you I just wanted to see how you were doing.” He sat down on my bed and held my hands. “I’m really busy Gray I still have so much work to do and the test is tomorrow and I don’t know if I’ll be able to do it in time and if I cant then I’ll be shipped back home and I really don’t wan to leave yo-” he cut me off rushing over to hug me. “Hey calm down it’s okay.” He whispered into my hair. The stress was too much and I broke down into tears. “I don’t know what to do.” I muttered between sobs. “You need to take a break.” He said pulling away from me and looking into my watering eyes. “No Gray I need to get this done.” I said turning back to me desk. “Y/N this isn’t healthy, it’s like a scientific fact that you have to take breaks while studying, it makes you smarter or something.” I managed a small smile and looked up at him. “Theres the smile that I love, come on I’ll give you a massage and then you can take a nap for a bit.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the bed. “I don’t have time for naps.” I said trying to put up a fight but the urge to stay in bed with him was too much. “Just an hour, I’ll wake you up afterwards and help you study, deal?” I looked into his eyes, how did I get so lucky. “Deal.” I laid down on my stomach as Grayson massaged my back, slowly I drifted off into the best sleep ever.

Cheating Fic - Seven Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | After Ending

You felt strange as you entered the C&R building. Like everything around you was moving at a much faster pace than yourself. You had managed to walk out of the apartment and get away as Seven struggled to redress himself, but you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep away from him for long. You didn’t feel sad or angry. In fact you didn’t feel anything. Lifeless was the only word you could think of. It was almost as if what you had just witnessed had ripped out your heart and any emotions with it, and you left it all back at the apartment. Passing your co workers on your way up to the office was weird. They were all just getting on with their days, smiling as usual. For them it was just another day. But for you? Well today was the day you had your heart broken by the love of your life. You made it to your cubicle and sat down at your desk. Nothing felt real. You didn’t know what to do. For a little while you just sat there, staring at your computer, willing it to suck you in and take you some place else. What the hell had happened? An hour ago you were practically skipping out of here, beaming to go and spend your half hour at lunch in a cat cafe. In just an hour your life had fallen apart. Everything you knew you were now questioning. Suddenly you were broke out of thought by Jaehee hovering over the side of your cubicle. “I hope you have a good reason for being so late,” she teased. You didn’t even look up at her. It felt like all the energy had been drained from your body, so much so you couldn’t even turn your head. Without hesitating you gave her your reason. “I went home and found my half naked boyfriend with his tongue down an almost naked girl’s throat,” you stated. If Jaehee had been holding anything as you told her it would have now been on the floor, sitting right next to her jaw. “I’m so sorry,” she murmured quietly before turning around and hurrying off. You decided to push what had happened out of your mind, reaching out to switch on the computer screen. Cat hotels. That’s what you were working on for Jumin. As you continued writing up your report, you thought about mentioning cat cafes to him. 

Seven sat by the apartment door in his tshirt and boxers. He couldn’t get dressed fast enough to chase after the love of his life. Every part of him was certain she wouldn’t be coming back. After all, why would she want to come back? He knew as soon as he heard her voice he had made a fatal mistake. The one person who stuck by him through everything and he just had to go and ruin it. If he could have managed it, Seven would have punched himself in the face at how stupid and reckless he had been. He was so lost in thought about what he had done he almost didn’t hear the door opening. His heart raced, begging God to let her walk through the door. It wasn’t her. Instead Saeran walked in with a bag of groceries. He scanned the mess on the floor before him and kicked the door shut behind him with his leg. “What are you doing on the floor?” he asked bluntly. Seven stayed quiet for a moment whilst a few tears escaped his eyes. His brother walked into the kitchen to put away the groceries, shouting through to Seven. “Are you going to tell me or just sit there?” he grunted. “I think she’s left me,” revealed Seven. Saeran was in front of him in an instant, standing above him with his arms crossed. “What did you do?” he snarled, his eyes glaring at his twin accusingly. Seven was terrified of telling his brother of his mistake. Saeran had taken to her quite a lot, she was after all the one who had helped ease him into his new life alongside Seven. She was like the big sister or mother figure Saeran had always wished for. Not wanting to meet Saeran’s eyes, Seven looked at the floor and began to tell his brother. His voice broke as he explained about the girl he brought back and how she walked in to find them in the worst place possible. Saeran’s fists balled up in anger as Seven detailed his stupidity to him. “Why would you do that? How could you do that to her? What the hell is wrong with you!” shouted Saeran, anger seeping out of him. Seven kept crying as he tried to explain his way out of the mess he had made. “She deserves someone better than me!” he panted, “I’m too dangerous and too damaged for her, I’ll never be good enough!” Saeran sighed and flopped down next to his brother. It took every ounce of self control to not launch at Seven, but he knew now violence and anger didn’t solve anything. She had taught him that. “You’re an idiot. If she loves you then she loves you, just be grateful and accept it. You might have screwed it up monumentally, but you need to try and fix it. If she deserves anything, it’s at least that,” Saeran insisted. Seven knew he was right. If he didn’t see her she would just keep wondering why. He quickly got dressed and headed out the door. If he knew her well enough she would have gone back to work, so that’s where he decided to start walking. It didn’t take long to get to the C&R building, and Seven made his way inside and past reception. They knew him from all the RFA meetings which were held here so they didn’t bother to stop him, instead they greeted him with a smile. His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest as he made his way up to her floor. The second she came into his line of sight he stopped. His heart felt like it shattered. He had seen her upset before. He had seen her angry before. He had never seen her look so lifeless before though. It killed him, even more so knowing he was the reason behind it. Seven remembered why he had done what he did. It was because of this. He was tired of hurting her. He loved her so much, but he would never be good enough for her. No matter how much she reassured him he knew it deep down. She deserved to get out there and found someone who treated her right. He had brought that girl back in an attempt to distance himself from the girl he loved. Because love was about putting the other person’s happiness before your own. She would be happier without him. He had done it now, he had succeeded in pushing her away. She wouldn’t come back this time. He could feel it. Turning around, Seven headed back down the stairs and out of the building. He didn’t want to go home just yet, not ready to face Saeran. There was only one viable option, and Seven headed to the closest bar he could find. He always heard people saying alcohol helps you forget the person you can’t stop thinking about, so that’s what he would do. He needed to forget her, so she could forget him.

Taking a Chance (Patrick Stump)

Based Off a Request: can i request an imagine where Patrick and the reader have huge crushes on each other in high school and all the others guys convince him to ask the reader out? can the end be all cute and fluffy too?

(Y/N)’s POV

I heft my backpack over my shoulder and slam my locker shut, making my way towards my last class. I slide into the classroom right as the bell rings, and make my way to the back corner of the room, and slide  into my seat next to Patrick. The teacher starts talking about Romeo and Juliet, and so naturally I zone out. Instead of taking notes, I grab my sketchbook a start a  sketch, glancing over at Patrick as I sketch his profile, drawing the smooth slope of his nose and jaw, completely enveloped in the details.

“So” Patrick turns to me as the class breaks out in noise, “ wanna be my partner?”

I look up from my drawing, quickly hiding it so he won’t notice, “For what?” I ask in confusion.

Patrick just raises an eyebrow at me, “Have you paid attention at all today? What are you even drawing?” he asks, trying to pull the paper off of my desk

“Nothing” I say burning red, shoving the stack of papers in my backpack, “ So, what’s going on?”

Patrick gives me a weird look but shrugs and moves on, “We have to present a scene from Romeo and Juliet, wanna be my partner?”

“Sure, which scene?” I ask curiously.

“The balcony scene” he replies. I feel my ears turn pink at the thought of doing this scene with Patrick, but nod my head again.

“Cool, we can work on it tonight at my place if you want”

“Don’t you and the guys have band practice?”

“Yea, but you can come and watch, and then we can work on it after” he says, standing up as the bell rings.

“Sounds like a plan, I’ll just have to run home first” I reply happily, I’ve never gotten to see them practice before.

Patrick nods in agreement and we make our way out of the classroom, meeting up with the other guys in the hallway.

When we approach them, the three of them are deeply involved in some argument about music, to which Patrick immediately joins. Rolling my eyes with a laugh, I tell them i’ll see them later and head out to my car, excited about the thought of spending time alone with Patrick tonight.

Patrick’s POV

Eventually we give up arguing with one another, and head out to the parking lot. Pete slides into the passenger side of my car and immediately starts talking as I pull out of the parking lot.

“Is (Y/N) coming to our practice today?” he asks me curiously,

“Yeah, I invited her” I say confused, “ why is that a problem”

“No, I just know that you hate when people watch you sing, but I guess (Y/N) is different?” he asks grinning.

“What, no” I say nervously, “ we just have to work on a project, after, so I invited her”

“Oh nice, getting some alone time with her, I see what you’re doing”

“No Pete, it’s just a project” I insist, as I can feel my cheeks getting red.

“Well, whatever it is, you should just hurry up and ask her out, she’s not going to wait forever” he says, giving up and switching his focus to mess with the radio.

“What does that mean?” I ask him as I pull into my driveway.

“I mean, “ he says, hopping out of the car, “ you need to hurry up and ask her out. Just because she likes you now doesn’t mean she’ll wait forever for you to grow a pair and ask her out”

“Pete, what are you talking about, she doesn’t even like me like that” I say with conviction as he throws himself on my couch.

Pete raises his eyebrows, “Oh yeah?” he asks, looking at Andy and Joe who had walk in the house behind us, having come in Joe’s car. “Andy, Joe- Fact or fiction: (Y/N) is in love with Patrick”

“Fact” they immediately say in unison.

“You guys have no idea what you’re talking about,” I reply angrily. I’ve already held on to this false hope for a girl who would never like me for way too long, and they arent help me. “Can we just practice now?”

“Fine,” Pete says pulling himself off of the couch, “but i’m not kidding, you really should ask her out.” I just roll my eyes and head towards the basement, ready to practice.

(Y/N)’s POV

I park my car along the street in front of Patrick’s house and head to the front door. I can hear music pounding from inside, so I don’t even bother knocking, I just head in. I haven’t been to one of their official practices ever, but I know them well enough to know they all get very into their music while playing- there’s no chance they would even hear the knocking, let alone come and answer the door. As I enter the house I realize the music is coming from downstairs, so I pull open the door and start down the stairs. As I reach the bottom, I hear Patrick start to sing, and I’m blown away. Sure, I’ve heard him sing before, and i’ve heard all of them play before, but never with a full band. I silently continue down the stairs and drop onto the couch, fascinated with the sight infront of me. Pete grins as he sees me, but Patrick doesn’t even glance at me, just stares resolutely ahead of him as he sings.

There song ends and I burst out in applause. “ Guys, that was incredible!” I gush, “ and Patrick you sounded so amazing!”

“R-really?” he asks disbelievingly, a blush turning his ears red.

“Yes, really, you guys all sound so good”

They all grin and look pleased with themselves for a second, before moving on to the next song they were going to run through.

Listening, I decided to pull out my sketchbook while I listen. Smiling as I look over at them, I decide to sketch Patrick again.

This time, it’s a full face sketch. I spend almost the whole practice, so like an hour and a half, on this sketch, trying to get it right. I struggle to depict his eyes - the beautiful, soulful, eyes that communicate so much in real life, that bring butterflies to my stomach, and a smile to my face, but fall flat on paper. Frustrated I toss my sketchbook across the couch and decide to just quit. Their final run through of a song ends, and Patrick runs upstairs to grab something. Joe wanders over to the couch, picking up my sketchbook, before I realize what’s happening.

“And what is this?” he asks, raising an eyebrow, causing Andy and Pete to come and peek over his shoulder, “ A bunch of sketched of Patrick, and not a single one of Pete, Andy, or I” he says mockingly, holding the book above his head as I try to grb it out of his reach.

“It’s nothing” I say frantically, cringing as the three of them scrutinize my drawings, “ just sketches”

“Why are they only of Patrick?” Andy asks.

“N-no reason” I say nervously. Pete hears the catch in my voice and looks over at me, a devilish glint in his eyes.

“Truth circle, right now” he says, drawing a circle between the four of us. I immediately groaned - when I created the idea of a truth circle for us, a place where everyone had to tell the truth no matter what, it was a great idea.  But that was in seventh grade, and now, I was just irritated.

“Ugh, why” I say, afraid of what Pete was about to ask.

“(Y/N), “ he begins seriously, “ do you like Patrick?”

I avoid his eyes, refusing to answer.

“It’s a truth circle, (Y/N), you have to answer the question” Joe says determinedly.

I glare at the three of them. “Hey, they’re your rules not our” Andy says, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Fine” I huff, “Yes, I like Patrick, a lot” I say quietly.

“I knew it!” Pete exclaims,excited, “Exactly what I told Patrick!”

“You what?” I yell, jumping up from the couch, “You told Patrick!”

Pete looks a little shocked at my reaction, but laughs, “Yes, because he likes you too, and and I was trying to convince him that you like him but he wouldn’t believe me”

“What? Patrick doesn’t like me” I say in response,

“Yes he does!” all three of them say loudly at the same time.

“I want to believe you guys, I do” I say sincerely to them.  Patrick comes bounding down the stairs and looks over at us in confusion.

I silently catch his eyes, before I look back to the guys. “ But it’s not true” I say and walk away,

“I’ll be outside” I say to Patrick as he tries to stop me.

I make it all the way up the stairs and outside, collapsing onto a bench.

I want to believe them, so, so much, but why would anyone as amazing as Patrick ever like someone as damaged as me?

Patrick’s POV

(Y/N) stares at the guys and says tiredly “But it’s not true”, before rushing out of the room. I try to stop her as she rushes by, but she only mutters that she’ll be outside and pushes past me.

I watch her with a twinge until the door slams behind her. I turn to glare at the other guys. They all avoid my eyes guilty and turn away.

“What is going on?” I ask them.

“We had a truth circle” Joe said.

“Without me?” I respond, kind of hurt. I mean I was only out of the room for five minutes.

“Yes, Trick, because it was about you” Pete says, yanking something out of Joe’s hand, striding over, and shoving it into mine.

I look down and it’s a sketch of me singing, with a crazy amount of detail, especially in the eyes.

“What is this?” I ask confused.

“It’s (Y/N)’s” Pete says simply, “she drew it during our practice” he says pointedly.

I open my eyes wide and look down on the paper. A sketch this intense must of meant she was watching me the whole time, and not just watching me, but studying the details, probably biting her lip and squinting her eyes like she does when she’s concentrating really hard. I grin at the thought, but quickly shake it out of my head.

Shaking my head, I hand it back to Pete, “that doesn’t mean anything”

Joe, Andy, and Pete all groan and shake their head, exchanging an annoyed glance.

“What?” I say angrily

“For the love of God, Patrick, open your eyes!” Pete practically yells at me, “You like that girl, a lot, and you’re too dumb and insecure to take a chance on her, even though she’s clearly in love with you too!”

I’m shocked and a little hurt at his outburst, and I open my mouth to retort when Joe steps in.

“Patrick” he says seriously, putting his hands on my shoulders “ she does like you, she told us herself. And right now, she is waiting in your backyard for you, and if you don’t go, right now, you will probably lose her, because eventually she will stop waiting for you. So either go out there right now, or lose your chance, it’s your choice”

I look back at the three of them and they’re all deadly serious. (Y/N) has never lied in a truth circle before, and she had no reason to today. Taking a deep breath, I nod, deciding to take this chance. I turn around and march up the stairs. I’m not going to wait any longer, it’s now or never.

(Y/N)’s POV

I sit on the bench in the backyard, lightly humming to myself as I’m left alone with my thoughts. As much as I try to stop, scenarios of Patrick chasing me out of the house and declaring his love for me  flit around my thoughts. I try so much to believe what the guys were telling me, but no matter how much I want to believe they weren’t lying, I can’t. They were probably just telling me that to make me feel better, but it isn’t working. I’m sitting there, annoyed at myself for leaving my sketchbook out in the open in the first place, when I hear the door slide open behind me. Patrick slowly comes into the backyard, slides the door closed, and gently sits down next to me.

We don’t say anything for a minute, we simply sit there, in silence, until Patrick speaks.

“I’m sorry” he says quietly.

“Sorry? Why would you be sorry?” I ask, turning to face him.

“I’m sorry for being too stupid and too insecure to take a chance” He says, looking into my eyes.

“Patrick, I don’t understand what youre talking about” I respond slowly.

He looks at me, before looking down at his hands. “I saw your drawing” he mumbles.

“Oh” I say embarrassed, immediately feeling my cheeks turn red.

“And the guys told me what you said in your truth circle when I left the room” He continues,

“Oh no” I groan, dropping my head into by hands, hiding my face.

“No, (Y/N), don’t do that” Patrick says quietly, placing his hand on my wrist, “look at me, please”

Reluctantly I lift my head and look at him. With a small smile, he takes me hands

“And so I repeat,” he says nervously, “ I’m sorry. I’ve liked you for a long time. Sometimes seeing you at school is the only thing that gets through the day. You’re talented and funny, you make me laugh, and you’re unbelievably, crazy beautiful. But you also understand me more than anyone else on this planet. And I’ve wanted nothing more than to stand by your side, so we can do this together. So I’m sorry for being too scared to take a chance on you, on us, because I shouldve” he ends his speech, looking into my eyes. I recognize the hope lingering there, because i’ve seen it all too often in my own reflection.

I feel the tears well up in my eyes as I try not to cry, and I’m so choked up with this beautiful, heartfelt confession, that I don’t even know what to say

“If, you, uh, don’t feel the same, or whatever, that’s okay, I understand” Patrick says defeated, looking away from me and dropping my hands

“No, that’s not it” I say, reaching over and grabbing his hands again. He looks back over to me, curious. “I just don’t know what to say. So, I guess I’ll just tell you the truth”

Patrick looks at me warily as I take another deep breath and start my own little spiel “ The truth is, I am crazy about you Patrick. Your love of music inspires me, your dedication to your friends and family amazes me, and your absolute and total belief in kindness keeps me going. You’re talented, wonderful, and so attractive, yet you’re the most humble person that I know. The only thing I want is to be with you, because with you, I feel whole. With you, I feel right. And I agree that you should’ve taken the chance,” I declare, looking at him, smiling at the way he’s hanging on to every word, waiting for whatever comes next, “but it’s never too late.”

Patrick grins at me, dropping my hand and moving one of his hands to my cheek. Slowly, he leans towards me, and eager to close the gap, I slide my hand to the back of his neck, pressing my lips to his. His other hand goes to my waist as I wrap my arms around his neck - both of us eager to close the remaining space between us. Smiling, I pull back, and rest my forehead against his trying to catch my breath.

“Thank you” I whisper against his lips.

“For what?” he asks, a look of confusion flickering over his face.

“For taking a chance” I reply, looking into his eyes - so much more vivid and emotional up close.

I watch as a smile slides onto his face, and he pulls back, placing a kiss on my forehead.

“One last thing,” Patrick says laughing.

“What is it?” I ask

“Pete, Joe and Andy are spying on us through the sliding glass door” Patrick says sliding his eyes in the direction of the house.

I laugh as I look over and see the three of them trying to act casual right next to the door. 

“Well what do we do about it?” I ask Patrick.

“I vote we ignore them entirely” Patrick says determindely.

“I agree completely” I respoind with a grin.

 I let out a giggle as Patrick pulls me closer to him, and once our lips connect, I can see the guys cheering out of the corner of my eyes. I guess we’ve all been waiting for this moment for a while, might as well enjoy it.

anonymous asked:

Any advice for getting a a puppy ready to be a service dog for college when your in senior year and have a job?

Service dogs take 6 months to 2 years to train. That generally doesn’t include the puppy raising phase. So in short, I really doubt your puppy will be ready before college.
You can’t rush service dog training. It’s a long process that takes up a lot of time and energy. My advice would be to lower your expectations. I know it sucks, and I know it’s a hard thing to hear, but it really is better to take the time you need to train.

As for training with a job, every moment you spend with your dog is training. Yes it is good to have maybe a half hour session every day, but life happens, people get tired, dogs get tired. When you feed your dog, have them sit/stay, if they are getting into things they shouldn’t tell them to leave it. All these things are training! Don’t overwhelm yourself. I can’t tell you the many times I’ve trained my dog while face-planted in my bed. Small things, they all add up.
You will have to do training sessions of course, but just to reiterate, every moment you spend with your dog, you are training them.

- Nate

Chapter Twenty


Pulling up in front of Stephanie’s house I turned the car off then looked at Elijah who was looking like he had an attitude, he’s been looking that way since we left my house. “What’s up with you?”


“Nah it’s something, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s nothing,” He got out of the car then walked up to the house. The front door opened and Stephanie came outside, she let him in the house then came walking over to my car and got in the front seat.

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scarlet99  asked:

Hi! If it's not too much trouble, could you do Marichat #13 from the writing prompts list?

Marichat 13 – “It’s three am, why are you singing pop songs into a hairbrush?”

(No trouble at all!  I did change it to Disney songs instead of pop songs since I was in a Disney mood, though.  Enjoy!)

Chat couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he tore across the rooftops.  It had been a long day of photoshoots and fittings, followed by a charity event that just wouldn’t end, and he was beyond ready to just relax with Marinette all night.

Maybe they could even have a movie marathon, since her parents were out of town and last time they’d tried they’d ended up waking up Tom and Sabine through an argument about Kylo Ren’s lightsaber.  That had led to spending a good half hour in an uncomfortable position under Marinette’s bed while Sabine lectured her on how irresponsible it was to still be awake and yelling at her laptop at two in the morning and maybe she just might have to take her electronics downstairs at night.

“I’ve been searching my whole life to find my own place.  And maybe it’s the party talking, or the chocolate fondue.”

He froze for a second, cocking his head.  That sounded like Marinette.

“But with you!  I found my place—see your face!  And it’s nothing like I’ve ever known before!  Love is an open door!  Love is an open door!”

That was definitely Marinette.

His grin burst onto his face again as he bounded across the last few rooftops.  It was so late he’d been scared she’d already be asleep when he got there, any chance of a fun unwinding out of the question.  There was no way he’d purposefully wake her up just to hang out.

But clearly she was still awake.

And was she really trying to sing a Disney duet on her own?

“Love is an open door with you!  With you!  With you! With you!  Love is an open door.”

She totally was.

He smirked, hanging his head upside down through the open skylight to watch.  Marinette was dancing around the room, karaoke music blaring and a hairbrush clenched in her fist.  Her hair swung around her face, and she was dressed in the Chat Noir themed t shirt and shorts pyjama set he’d gotten her as a joke for her birthday.  She looked absolutely adorable, so much so that Chat almost missed his cue when the instrumental break ended.

“I mean it’s crazy.”


Marinette jumped for a second, turning to blush furiously at the boy hanging from her roof but didn’t miss a beat.

“We finish each other’s—”


Marinette’s grin was back in full force.  “That’s what I was gonna say!”  She gestured for Chat to join her, and he flipped to the ground.  She giggled as he twirled her in a circle, and they both belted out the next line.

“I’ve never met someone who thinks so much like me!  Jinx! Jinx again!”

They’d watched the movie so many times that they had the routine memorized, linking pinkies as they sang before switching to the robot, half of Chat’s mind focusing on her hairbrush microphone and his lack of one.

“Our mental synchronization can have but one explanation.”

“You—” She leaned close, scrunching up her nose.

He copied her action, tapping her on the nose.  “—and I—”



“—meant to be!” Marinette grabbed his hands, pulling him to spin around her room.

He broke away, pulling his baton from his back to sing into it.  “Say goodbye—” They both cringed at his attempt at the high note, but Marinette didn’t let it affect her following line.

“Say goodbye—”

They reconnected in their spinning dance.  “—to the pain of the past!  We don’t have to feel it anymore!”

“Love is an open door! Love is an open door!” Chat managed to hit the high note this time—and probably broke his voice box but that’s beside the point—and Marinette clapped for him, taking on the next line on her own as her partner coughed his voice back to normal.

“Life can be so much more—”

“With you!”  Chat regained his voice in time for his line, kicking out his leg as Marinette dipped him.

“With you!”

“With you!”

“With you!”

He spun them around once more, stopping with Marinette at his back.

“Love is an open—” Their hands reached up, cupping around each other to form a heart framing—oh wait that was definitely his face there.  Yup. Their hands were in a heart around his civilian face.



Marinette didn’t seem to notice their unintentional framing of his face—probably since her view of their hands was entirely blocked by the giant in front of her—and spun him back around to face her. “Can I say something crazy?” Chat gave her his best high pitched giggle, and she snorted as she dropped to one knee, clutching his hand in both of hers and offering him a lopsided grin.  “Will you marry me?”

Chat let out a dramatic gasp, his free hand flying to his chest. “Can I say something even crazier? Yes!”

Marinette giggled and Chat pulled her to her feet, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her.  Her lips melted against his, and she held him back, and if he tried he could almost imagine that they’d just gotten engaged for real.

He pulled back, laughing, and collapsed on the chaise behind him.

“As much fun as that was, Princess, it’s three am,” he pointed out.  “Why are you singing Disney songs into your hairbrush?”

Marinette didn’t answer him, just staring with wide eyes as her fingers came up to touch her lips.

“You just kissed me.”

Chat blinked.  “What are you—oh god.”  He paled, returning her wide eyed stare.  “Holy shit I just kissed you.”

“You just kissed me!” Marinette screeched, waving her hands in front of her and jumping on the spot.

Chat leapt back to his feet, hands running through his hair as he started to pace.  “We just kissed!” he recapped, matching her in pitch and volume.

“Why did you kiss me?” she yelled, throwing her hairbrush at the now empty chaise.

“I don’t know!” Chat threw his arms in the air.  “It just felt right!  That’s usually what happens after someone proposes!”

“It wasn’t a real proposal, Chat!”  He wasn’t sure if he was imagining things, but it seemed like Marinette was getting closer.  “It was part of the song!  The kiss wasn’t part of the song!”

He shook his head.  “I improvised!”

“Why did you kiss me?” Marinette was still yelling, still in shock, but her eyes were searching his.  “Did you want to kiss me?  Did you like kissing me?”

“Yes!” Chat found his eyes drifting back to her lips.  “Your lips are really soft and they taste like strawberries!  Did you like it?”

“Yeah, it was really nice!” Marinette yelled, her face turning red.

“Good!”  Chat’s hands found her waist.  “I really want to kiss you again!”

“Good!” When had she gotten this close?  Had their noses always been touching?  “Me too!”

“Good!”  He tugged her closer.

“Good!”  Her arms twined around his neck.

And then he was kissing her again, far more tenderly than the screaming that had led to it would have suggested.  His baton fell to the ground, and he pulled her tighter.  She pushed forward, and he let himself collapse onto the chaise again, pulling her into his lap.

They broke apart, eventually, both giggling as she rested her forehead against his shoulder.  The instrumental sounds of Kiss the Girl played in the background, the karaoke machine forgotten.

“That happened,” she said, her voice breathy.

“Yeah,” he agreed, running his fingers through her hair.

She straightened up, grinning at him.  “Want to sing some more?”

Chat returned her smile, leaning in to quickly peck a kiss against her lips.  “Restart this one?” he suggested.  “I sing a mean Skuttle.”

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I have an idea for a Jack imagine where you guys watch a scary movie but you didn’t tell him you hated those, so when you go to bed, you started to do nightmares and when you tell him your fears he comforts you feeling a little guilty. Btw I love you Jack’s imagines! :)

AN Requested by wattpad user: zackys_babe . I’ve gotten this kind of request before, but it was a long ass time ago, so I’m gonna basically make this horror movie jack imagine 2.0 (actually the one before had Jack scaring the girl and not realizing but yeah I feel) also I haven’t done a fake text convo in a while, so here we are! I hope you guys enjoy it, I love you xx

Jack’s POV

Y/N was coming over tonight to watch movies, and I still didn’t know what to do or what to watch. It had been a while since it was just the two of us. I hadn’t been home a lot, and she hadn’t really ever had the time, and whenever we did have the time, Alex scheduled some weird thing for us to do. Seeing my girlfriend shouldn’t be such a chore.

I was lying on the couch, trying to think of anything I could come up with, but all I could think of was horror movies. We hadn’t even seen one together, so I had no idea what to expect. I waited and waited for her to arrive, and when she finally did, it was a relief.

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for the loveliest @seastarved - it was an absolute delight being your secret santa and speaking to you over the course of the month! happy holidays, love! I really hope you like your EF arranged marriage AU with copious amounts of fluff <3

start believing in forever (and ever and ever).
ao3 | ffn

“No.” Her lady mother is fuming and so is she, the slowly approaching winter becoming little match for the heat surrounding the two of them. She can feel her magic prickling right under the skin of her palm, where it often resides before she brings it out of her entirely.

She isn’t meant to fuel her magic with hateful emotions - Ingrid had warned her about that. But, Gods, right now, the only thoughts in her head are those that would cause all the men and women at court to gasp if she said them out loud. Sometimes she wonders if she was meant for a sailor’s home rather than a royal’s.

“Emma Ruth Nolan.” If looks could kill, Emma thinks, they’d both be piles of ashes that her lady’s maid would have swept under the plush Arabian rug by now. “Do not argue with me about this.”

“I can’t believe you’re suggesting this. You.”

“Emma, you know we want what’s best for you, and right now-”

Right now isn’t good enough,” she throws her hands up as if that will help anything at all, “right now does not account for the rest of my life. Which is exactly how long I’m going to be spending with a man who I don’t even know the first thing about.”

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Peyton Sawyer appreciation week: day 2 | favorite relationship

When I think of everyone else out there in the world that goes through their life alone, and then I think of all the amazing years I’ve gotten to spend with my beautiful, beautiful best friend, Brooke Davis… I kind of feel sorry for everybody else.

24. - Wanna Label me a Criminal and Cuff me Up.

I’m out this motherfucker?
I can go?
Oh, fuck y'all eh, fuck the judge
Fuck the motherfuckin’ district attourney and the prosecutor 
And fuck you motherfuckers in the jury box
Fuck all y'all
Cause I’m out on motherfuckin’ bail
y'all ain’t never gonna see me in this motherfucker again


It was the day after everything had gone down at the showcase. I had gone out early and pawned most the shit the boys stole from ole creeps house and proceeded to head down to the shelter.

We had racked in a shitload of money and I happily handed over the entire amount to my favourite old lady, Miss Andrews. As always she refused the money and we spent a good half an hour going back and forth before she finally caved in. 

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if you say there is no God, then why are you devoting your life to proving he doesn't exist?

asked by radicalseeking 

First of all, I am hardly devoting my life to it.  I spend maybe 15 to 30 minutes a day on this stuff on an average day, maybe an hour or two on a busier day, and probably half my days devoting zero energy to it whatsoever.  Most of my life involves being a librarian and a good father and that kind of stuff.  Virtually none of my friends even know that I’m an agnostic atheist.

Secondly, the question of an all powerful god is freaking fascinating.  Just because I find no evidence for one doesn’t make the question any less interesting.  I like to play what if scenarios in my head involving what a being of infinite knowledge would be like.  (And one of the most important answers that I come up with is that this god would be absolutely nothing like the one found in the judeo-christian-islamic religions).

Third, just because I don’t believe that there is a god does not mean that there are not many, many others who DO believe in a god.  And the ones who do believe are often trying to make laws regarding their beliefs (abortion, creationism in schools, prayers in schools, vouchers for religious education, churches violating the separation of church and state by making political statements from the pulpit) etc.  That others believe in a god affects my life on a daily basis, and I ignore this at my own peril.

Fourth, I could just as well ask people why they like watching football or golf or poker if they never play the game themselves.  The answer is because they enjoy it.  For me, it’s kind of a hobby.

Fifth, I am continuously flabbergasted by incredible inconsistencies and irrationalities that people accept without question.  It’s kind of like picking at a wound.  I see something and say, “YES!  This!  This is something else that makes absolutely no sense, yet more than half the planet believes in it!  Just look at this thing!  It’s so incredibly obviously crazy, yet people buy into it unquestionably!  How can they do that??”

And so on.  I could probably list another half dozen reasons why I run my blog (I love to teach people, I love talking about science and skepticism, etc.).  The one reason that you may be looking for is because I secretly believe in a god.  This is unquestionably not true.  The thing is, I have no real dislike of the idea of a god.  If there were a god I would have no problem accepting that whatsoever.  But the fact remains that there is absolutely zero evidence for a god, and a good deal of negative evidence for the existence of the one(s) from the judeo-christian-islamic traditions.

So, at that, I wish you peace and a good day.  :)

~ Steve


Part 1 | Part 2


“Did you actually get here in five minutes for the first time?” Layla asked as I jumped into the car and told the driver to go.

“What, are you not happy about it?” I asked wanting to change the topic. The only reason why I could get there in five minutes was because I wanted to get away from Cameron before we could do anything else.

“I am, it’s just… unusual,” she shrugged turning back to her phone.

She told me a bunch of things on our way home, but I wasn’t even listening to her. In my mind I was visioning what happened in my dressing room again and again until my lips started to prickle and I got a bit too… excited. Then I found my eyes glued to the screen of my phone looking at several websites reading every kind of things about Cameron.

As much as this situation was awkward and wrong, I couldn’t deny the fact how attractive he was and how amazing it felt to be kissed by him. I had to figure out a way to get through the next week before something happened.

I was done with work for Friday after we got over the filming, meaning that I got to what I wanted to. These days were rare lately, since I acted in three movies in the past ten months, filming, premiere, interviews, my free time was at zero, so I was happy to do what I wanted to do for a bit.

My best friend, Elena was always up to some fun and was happy to finally meet me out of a movie set or a studio, so when I called her to spend the rest of the day together she left immediately and ran to me.

“I feel like I hadn’t seen you in a year,” she told me instead of a simple hello or hey, you look good.

“Elena, we met last week for a coffee,” I said confused. I know that half an hour not much, but I was trying my best to find the balance between my work and my personal life.

“But last you just came from a casting, you were still in role, I didn’t meet you, I met the bitch you was about to pretend to be.”

“Bitch? A highly acknowledged business woman who fought for women rights is not a bitch, more like a hero,” I corrected her giving her a reproachful look before letting it go.

“Whatever. So, who is going to be your partner on the show? I can’t wait until the evening to find out, besides, I was expecting you to text me immediately,” she said rolling her eyes. I pretended like I didn’t notice her attitude and just sighed.

“Sorry, I was a bit… busy.” Busy with making out with the hot guy I hooked up last week and thought I would never see again.

Her eyes went wide and grabbed my arm making us stop at the middle of the street.

“You had sex, Zena. Who was it?” she asked a bit louder than I would have wanted to hear it.

“Keep it down, Elena, and how in the name of Hell did you have this thought?” I asked not believing she knew me that well.

“You have that satisfied look, but it is mixed with some shame, so I’m very excited to find out who could get your honey after Lame Larry.” I hated her nick name for my ex-boyfriend, but it sounded funnier than when we were still together. She never liked Larry, Elena always told me how boring and idiotic he was and that I deserved someone better.

“Let’s not discuss it in the middle of the street, okay?” I told her leading her into the restaurant we were heading to.

The waiter immediately recognized me and ushered us to their best table and after he took our order and complimented both of us, Elena turned to me, but I just wanted to postpone this whole thing even though I knew she wouldn’t let me.

“Uh, this waiter is hot. You should give him your number!” I tried, but all I got was a shaming eye roll.

“Spill it, girl. I don’t have all day. Well, to be honest I have, but never mind, just tell me what happened.”

“Okay, okay.” I put the menu down that I used as a cover and taking a deep breath I jumped into it. “So my partner is going to be Cameron Dallas.”

“Oh, that hot guy from Vine? Man, I love his videos! And his abs,” she grinned at me fantasizing about Cameron.

“Yeah. Well, the thing is that it wasn’t the first time I met him.”

“But isn’t the point of the show? That the two hosts don’t know each other?”

“Yes, but this first meeting was kind of… different.”

“Would you just get to the point and skip the bullshit?” she asked impatiently.

“I met him at the party last week, you know, where I went to with Brittany but she totally ditched me. I didn’t know him, he looked familiar, but I couldn’t remember him. So we started to drink together, I was maybe a bit tipsier a lady should be and we kind of… hooked up.”

Elena’s jaw dropped making me feel quite uncomfortable. Her face made me feel… dirty. Elena did a lot of things in her life, and her giving me this expression gave me the thought that it was something I shouldn’t have done.

“What the fuck? Like a one-night-stand kind of thing?”

“Exactly. I didn’t even know his name, I called him Mike and he called me Lori.”

“Jesus, Zena, this is so kinky!” she said with a smug smirk making me totally blush.

“Shut up. Anyway, this whole one-night-stand thing was ruined when I faced him as my co-host for the show.”

“And what happened?”

“It was a bit awkward, but hey, I’m an actor, I’m paid for playing. We got through the filming and then had a little talk in my dressing room,” I added lowering my voice.

“No way, did you fuck him right there?”

“No!” I snapped. “No, we just… Uh, things got a bit heated and we may have made out, but nothing else happened.”

“I can’t believe, this is so cool! Zena, I’m proud of you!”

I should have known it would be her reaction. I had known Elena since middle school and she was always the edgier one. She was the one who sneaked out in the middle of the night to go to a party and she was the one who was having a friends with benefits kind of relationship with the most popular guy in the school when we were seniors. And not because he didn’t want to be with Elena but because she did want to be in a serious relationship. In the meanwhile I was memorizing poems and monologues, acted in school plays and went to my first castings getting small roles. I didn’t have time to be wild and free, not like I had an intention in doing it. Now I was the one who had a one-night-stand with a guy I didn’t know. When did our roles switch?

“Please don’t say that like it’s a good thing,” I pleaded sighing.

“But it is not a bad thing.”

“Yes it is. I have to work with him while we can’t even be in the same room without jumping into each other’s arms.”

“Is he that good?” she curiously asked and I answered before I could stop myself.

“God yes! He really knows how to take care of a woman’s needs.”

“Jesus, can I borrow him?”

“Shut up, Elena, this is serious,” I told her even though I couldn’t help but smile at her comment.

“Okay, let’s focus on the point. You have to quit.”

“What? I can’t quit, I already signed the contract.”

“But you can’t make it through the week without starting some gossip. You may be a good actress and can be anyone you want to be, but you can’t fool everyone in this.”

“Jeez, thanks for the compliment,” I rolled my eyes, but I knew she was right. It was the hardest to act when you were being you. But I had no other choice. “I need to find a solution.”

“Think of Lame Larry while you are around him. That would work for me,” she shrugged making me laugh.

“Elena, Larry was my boyfriend, I didn’t hate him like you, it wouldn’t work.”

“Oh, don’t tell me that you don’t want to scream when he is doing his lame impression of Adam Sandler every time someone says a bad pun!” she snapped at me totally annoyed even from the thought of him.

“Okay, I have to admit, that was lame. But please don’t call him Lame Larry.”

“Whatever. But you are in some deep shit, girl.”

“Thanks for pointing it out. I really have no idea what I was going to do,” I sighed sadly.

“Aw, don’t be sad, I know it’ll be fine. And if you end up fucking him every day before and after filming, at least you had some amazing sex.”

I stared at her feeling like a lost little puppy. I needed to pull my shit together and find a way to keep my hands off him or else I was about to get into some real trouble.

I used to think that the biggest aspect of love was good sex. That when I met my person we would spend countless hours a day in each other and exploring each other’s bodies. And, of course we’ve done that, but with Ezekiel I have learned that there is so much more. I have never felt this cared for, this loved, this supported. Like here’s this person who has helped me grow tremendously over the last three years and my growth is undoubtedly tied to them. Without them, I wouldn’t have half the knowledge and life experience I have now. My perspective of love grows everyday that I am with them.

being kind of good at many things but not exceedingly good at anything is exhausting.

like, yeah, I suppose I can kinda draw a little bit, I’m not terrible, but I’m never going to paint a masterpiece, or even draw anything that breaks a thousand notes overnight and has people swooning in the tags. Sometimes I go months without even thinking about picking up a pen, or I try, and spend half an hour staring at an empty canvas.

yeah, I guess I can put words together in a way that makes some semblance of sense, but I’ll never write a groundbreaking book, or even have people screaming at me for an update to a fic, because I just have nothing of importance to say.

I have pretty good grades and I like my field of study just fine, but I know I’m never going to make a career out of it, because I’m just not good enough at any of the skills it would require, and frankly, I don’t care enough to dedicate my whole life to it.

Sometimes it feels like I’m just coasting through life as an insignificant, nondescript entity with no real presence in the universe, and while in the micro sense I know there are people who care about my existence, I also know that on the macro scale, I make absolutely zero difference to the rest of humanity. I might make a person or two smile on a good day, and that’s nice, that should be enough, but it’s just… not.

I have many interests, but they are all lukewarm at best. I dabble with hobbies, but none of them keeps my attention for long.

I have no dreams, no desires, no driving passion in my life, and that’s somehow really exhausting.

After having been told that I can be anything I want my whole life, that I can do anything I set my mind to and I can achieve all my dreams if I just work hard enough, it’s exceedingly hard to come to terms with my own mediocrity.