look at the fear


“Harry saw Draco’s face up close now, right beside his father’s. They were extraordinarily alike, except that while his father looked beside himself with excitement, Draco’s expression was full of reluctance, even fear.

Jughead & Reader: Nightmares

Summary: After what happened to Jason, you started having nightmares about that very tragedy happening to your best friends. Jughead, who’s your boyfriend, tries his best to help you through it but one day things take a turn for the worst.

Requested by: anonymous

Listen to: Save You - Simple Plan

Jughead!” You screamed as you watched a tall, silhouette of a man hold a gun to his head. Jughead looked at you once more with fear in his eyes before the man pulled the trigger. 

The sound of the gunshot woke you and you found yourself lying in bed with sweat beading on your eyebrows. Jughead propped himself up and was looking down at you with concern as you tried to slow your breathing. 

“It’s alright,” he told you as he stroked your cheek. “It was a dream,” he said calmly. His voice brought you back into reality and you sighed in relief. 

You looked into his eyes, still feeling sick to your stomach from the sight of a gun being held to his head. “It felt so real,” you told him. 

Jughead leaned down and kissed your forehead. “It was just a dream,” he repeated. “Nothing bad’s going to happen. I promise.”

Nodding your head, really believing him, you let him wrap you up in his arms. You cuddled against his bare chest and kissed over his heart before you closed your eyes again. Jughead rubbed your bare back soothingly, trying to calm you down enough to fall back asleep. 

It was just a dream. But it felt so real.

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You Owe Me

A/N: This is for @nickiwinchester97 and @rosie-winchester‘s impossible prompts challenge

Warnings: None?

Just like every other year, you and your brothers were arguing with Crowley over the next big evil. One of the comments that Crowley made forced you to  suppress a laugh. “Crowley, since you’re inevitably going to die before us,” you started, “When you die, can I have your sass?” This caused Crowley to turn to look at you while your older brothers looked at you with matching concerned and fearful expressions. “Excuse me?” Crowley asked loudly. “Well,” you started, “Your sass at your singular good attribute, and I strive to be your level of legendary sass.” You laughed and looked at Sam, whose expression dropped in realization of what you were doing,  as Crowley stuttered over his own words trying to find a good response to your comment, “You owe me ten bucks,” you directed at Sam. You heard a muttered “Dammit,”  as Sam dug his wallet out of his pocket and handed you your winnings. “What?” Crowley directed at you after a few second. “Oh, I bet Sammy here I could say something so beyond expected that it would make even you speechless!” you responded happily causing Dean to laugh.

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Pieces of my Heart - Part Thirteen

Parts 1-12



Jughead and Betty stared at each other, both breathing a little unsteady.  The black velvet box sat between them, and she felt like she was going to pass out. Jughead looked at her, his expresson moving between fear and determination.

She looked down at the box and slowly picked it up.  Opening the lid she blinked at the stunning brilliance twinkling up at her.  A square cut emerald, surrounded by tiny diamonds set in platinum.  The ring was stunning.  She lifted her eyes and stared at him.  He didn’t say anything, just watched her. She looked down again and touched it, in awe of its beauty.

“Juggie,” she breathed, her lips trembling slightly.  “What…..” her voice trailed off, once again looking at him.  

“It can mean whatever you want it to mean, Betts.  No pressure what so ever,” he said quickly, his voice shaky.

“I don’t understand….” She said, slightly confused.

“It can just be a gift, it can be an early birthday gift, it can be a promise ring, it can even be a question if you want,” he said.  “Whatever you want, absolutely no pressure, it’s up to you.”  Betty stared at it again and pulled it from the box.  It felt heavy, telling her it wasn’t a cheap gift, not that she had thought it was.

“How long have you had this?” she whispered.

“3 years,” Jughead said softly.  She looked at him shocked.  “I saw it one day in an antique jewelry store, and it reminded me of your eyes and before I even thought about it, I brought it.  Well, I made a down payment anyway,” he said with a nervous chuckle.   “I decided that nobody but Betty Cooper should wear a ring the exact same shade as her eyes.”  

“You bought me a ring 3 years ago? But how did….” She trailed off again.

“How did I know I’d ever have a chance of giving it to you? I didn’t, but deep in my heart I hoped and prayed.”  Betty stared at him, her eyes welling with tears.

“I don’t know what to say,” she whispered.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he said, taking her hand.  “I just want you to have it.”

“But what does it mean, Juggie,” she asked, her hand that was holding it starting to tremble.

“Whatever you want Betts,” he said firmly.  She shook her head and a tear slipped from her eye.  He held his breathe.

“No Juggie, that’s not fair.  You can’t leave this up to me.  I know what I want it to mean but I need to know what this ring means to you,” she said, her voice trembling.  He held her gaze, not saying anything for long moments.  “What does this ring mean to you Jughead?” she asked again, her voice more firm, demanding.  Jughead shifted so he was closer and he took the ring and her hand.

“It means everything Betts,” he started, she noticed his hand was shaking slightly.  “It means all the things I said.  It’s my gift to you, birthday, Christmas, any holiday that involves gifts; it’s a promise, a promise that I’m going to love you for the rest of my life, that I will always be here for you, that I will never break your heart, that you will be my heart for the rest of eternity,” his voice was gruff and filled with emotion.  Betty squeezed his hand, her heart hammering in her chest.  “It’s also a question….” She held her breath, her lips starting to form a smile cause the love of her life looked like he was going to pass out.

“What kind of question?” she asked breathlessly.  He reached up and touched her face, wiping a tear that still sat on her cheeks.

“I will love you for the rest of my life,” he repeated.  “Will you love me for the rest of yours?  Will you stay with me till we’re old and gray?  Will you stick with me no matter how crazy things get? Will you give me babies with blonde hair and brilliant green eyes?  Will you put up with my shit until the world ends?”  Betty felt more tears spill from her eyes, her smile getting bigger.  She touched his face and pulled him close till his forehead rested against hers.

“Jughead Jones,” she breathed.  “Are you asking me to marry you?”

“I might be,” he mumbled, his mouth a breath from hers.  She leaned back and raised her eyebrows at him.  “Yes, Betty Cooper, I’m asking you to marry me.” She launched herself against him, her arms going around his neck and they fell back on the bed and he barely managed to hang onto the ring.  She was pressing frantic kisses all over his face and he laughed, trying to catch her lips with his.  He finally managed and gave her a long, wet, tongue tangling kiss.  

“Is that a yes?” he asked laughing, when he managed to pull away.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes….” She gasped, between kisses.  He grabbed her face and held her still, looking into her shining glittering eyes.

“You want to be my wife?” he asked again.  His voice steady, sure, filled with love.

“More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life,” she said happily, her smile brighter than the sun.  He sat up with her again, taking her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing her cheeks and just to make absolute sure, he asked again.

“Betty Cooper, will you marry me?”  She lifted her hands to his face as well.

“Yes, Jughead Jones, I will marry you!”  He took her mouth in a searing kiss that left them aching and shaking for more.  He pulled back and took her hand, slipping the beautiful ring on her finger.  It was perfect.  Jughead pulled her close, kissing her deeply, his arms wrapping tightly around her as they fell back on the bed once more.  Betty pulled away and sat back up.

“Oh my god, I have to tell V,” she exclaimed in excitement.  Jughead grabbed her arm and kept her from jumping off the bed.

“Maybe we should wait on that,” he said hesitantly.  She paused and looked at him.  “Not because I don’t want her to know, but she’s been acting bat shit crazy lately and until we figure out what the fuck is wrong with her and Archie, I don’t want to cause an issue.  I mean she flipped out on us cause we were kissing. Imagine this.”  Betty frowned, realizing he was right.

“Well, fuck,” she muttered.  “I need to tell someone.”

“Oooooor,” Jughead dragged the word out as he pulled her back down.  “You can let your fiancé make love to you,” he suggested with a heated look in his eye.

“Fiancé,” Betty whispered the word with a smile on her face, her heart fluttering wildly.  “Well, fiancé, what exactly do you have in mind with this love making?”

“I feel like making you beg,” he said, his hand moving slowly up her leg.

“I don’t beg,” she said matter of factly.  He laughed against her mouth.  

“We’ll see,” he said, his voice a sexy growl.  He made good of his threat.  Long agonizing sensual moments later, his fingers moving excruciatingly slow inside her, curling and teasing, his tongue stroking lazily over her swollen wet folds, she sobbed out her frustration, gripping the sheets, lifting her hips in desperation as he brought her to the edge, only to pull her back again and again.

“Please Juggie, please….please,” she begged, her body shaking, screaming for relief.  He laughed against her and finally gave her what she wanted, his mouth latching onto her swollen sensitive bud and she arched her back, yelling his name as she exploded against his mouth.  He groaned as her release covered his tongue.  He stroked and licked and kissed as her body shuddered and shook and slowly returned to normal.  She reached down and pulled gently on his mop of hair, pulling him up her body.  He paused to suck a nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the straining peak.

“I want you inside me,” she demanded, pulling at him.  She got what she wanted, seconds later as he thrust deep into her, groaning as he felt the tiny tremors of her still quivering flesh.  He moved suddenly, rolling over until she was seated on top of him, his hands on her hips, moving forcefully against her. Having the edge taken off with her release, she sat up slowly and smiled seductively down at him.  His eyes were dark with desire and she moved achingly slow, watching his face cloud with need.  He held her gaze, his hands gripping hips, trying to get her to move faster.  She laughed softly, holding back, teasing like he had done.

“Please Betty,” he gasped, not caring that she was making him beg as well.  She felt her body begin to race to release again and she leaned down, taking his mouth, pulling his tongue into hers and began to move on him, hard and fast and it took only moments and they exploded together, their cries mingling together in a desperate kiss.  She collapsed against him, spend and sated.  His hands were on her backside, holding her tightly against him, his hardness quivering inside her as her walls pulled at him, holding him tight.  She lay on him a long time, absorbing his warmth, his love.  His hands moved to stroke her back and he let out a content sigh.

“Betty Jones,” she whispered against his shoulder, a smile on her face.  She moved to look at him and giggled at his pleased, arrogant look.

“Hell yes,” he said gruffly, lifting his head to plant a wet kiss on her.  “The sooner the better.”  She nestled against him again and not caring that they were still locked together, she drifted off to sleep.


A couple days later, Archie and Veronica asked them over for drinks.  It was typical Veronica, forget anything had happened and move on.  Betty stared at the beautiful ring on her finger, wondering what she should do.

“Do you think I should leave this home?” she asked, twirling it on her finger.  Jughead looked up from buttoning his shirt and frowned, not liking the idea.

“No,” he said.  “I don’t ever want to see your finger without it.  Leave it on, we just won’t mention it.  If they happen to notice, we will tell them.”

“They would have to be blind not to notice this,” Betty said laughing.  “Its so big and sparkly, you dang near go blind.  Maybe if I just turn it in so the stone is not showing?”  Jughead didn’t look like he liked the idea but he shrugged and let her decide.  

Half hour later when they stood outside their friends’ apartment door, she turned the ring in and curled her fingers around the stone.  Nothing was brought up about the evening a few days earlier but there was a tension that Betty found made her anxious.  She was sitting next to Jughead on the couch and without thinking, she nervously started to twist her ring around.

“What is that?” Veronica asked quietly, her eyes having caught the twinkle of the lights on the emerald.  Betty froze and looked at Jughead.  He smiled and shrugged and she slowly turned the ring so it faced out and held up her hand. The jewel glistened and Veronica and Archie went still.  He looked at Jughead, who held his gaze with a slight smile.

“Are you guys….” He started, a small smile appearing on his face.

“Yeah,” Betty said softly, still watching Veronica, who’s lips had pressed together at the sight of the ring.

“Isn’t that a bit fast?” she blurted out, with a raised eyebrow.

“Jesus Christ, here we go,” Jughead muttered.  Betty took his hand and squeezed, sending him a look that clearly said ‘don’t start!’

“What?” Veronica snapped.  “It’s been what? 5 months since she got back? You don’t think getting engaged is going to fast?”

“No, it’s not.  Not for us,” he said, struggling to hold his temper.

“Well, I think it’s ridiculous,” she said flippantly.  

“Ron,” Archie sighed, a clear warning in his voice.

“No Archie, I think you should let her talk,” Jughead said glaring at her.  “She’s clearly been stewing on something for quite some time.  So spit it out V, what exactly has you so irate?”

“You are just….” She started angrily.  “No, just forget it,” she finished after pause.

“Leave it alone Ron,” Archie said quietly.

“No, don’t leave it alone!” Jughead said harshly.  “Please enlighten us with your issue.”  She glared at him, her jaw and fists clenched.  “You can’t just be happy for us?”

“I am happy….” She said, almost choking on the word.

“We’re happy for you guys,” Archie said quickly.  “Really, you deserve it Jughead, I’m happy for you, right V?”  Veronica sat fuming and Jughead kept staring at her.

“Yes, you certainly deserve to be happy,” she said almost bitterly.  Betty watched the exchange, growing more worried by the second.  Veronica looked absolutely furious.

“V, what’s wrong?” she asked in a confused whisper.  

“She’s jealous,” Jughead snapped.  “That’s it, isn’t it?  You’re fucking jealous cause Archie hasn’t asked you to marry him.”

“Jughead!” Betty gasped in horror.  Veronica stood up and so did Jughead and Betty started to panic.  They both looked furious.

“You know what…..” the angry woman started.

“Veronica!” Archie snapped in warning.

“No Archie!” She said furiously.  “I’m done tiptoing around Jughead. I’ve been holding it in for 8 fucking years and I won’t do it anymore!”

“Tiptoeing around me? Why the fuck do you need to tiptoe around me?” Jughead asked confused.

“You want to know the truth Jughead? Fine, I’ll fucking tell you the truth!”

“Oh fuck,” Archie muttered, lowering his head into his hands.

“You accuse me of being jealous.  Well yes, you’re actually right.  I am jealous,” V started, tears welling in her eyes.  “Jealous because you get to have everything you have ever wanted, despite all the fucking bullshit you put everyone through, despite all the people you hurt, despite being the one person who least deserves it, you get to have everything you’ve ever wanted, while the people who’s lives were turned over by your bullshit are still struggling to get past it!” she snapped.  Jughead, gave a shake of his head, clearly confused.

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

“You think I’m jealous cause Archie hasn’t asked me to marry him? Well he has asked!  Over and over again and despite the fact that I love him more than anything or anyone, I turn him down!”

“W…why?” Jughead stammered, the anger in his face being replaced by confusion and worry.

“Because of you!” she yelled furiously.

“What the fuck do I have to do with it,” Jughead stormed back.  Betty gripped her hands together, watching the agony on her friends face.

“BECAUSE I DON’T TRUST HIM!!” Veronica all but screamed at him, tears spilling from her eyes.  Jughead shook his head, not understanding.  “I don’t trust him because of you.  Because for 3 fucking years, every time Jughead Jones needed him, Archie up and ran to help.  It didn’t matter when or where or what he was leaving or giving up, when you called, he went to you.  It didn’t matter if it was an important date, anniversary, funeral, date, in the middle of fucking sex, or even god damned Christmas, when you called, he went and I was left hanging.  Over and over and fucking over!”  Betty felt her tears spill over as she listened to her friends torment.  She looked at Archie and he just stared at the floor while his girlfriend unleashed years of pent up anger.  She reached for Jughead’s hand and he pulled away, clenching his fists, his throat working while he swallowed around the lump forming in it.

“So yes, Jughead,” Veronica continued, her voice raw and angry.  “I am jealous. Because you get to have your happily ever after and your best friend doesn’t get his because I don’t trust that he’ll be there when I need him, because I’ll never know if something important will be interrupted because Jughead Jones will call with a problem.  So here I am, hurting the man I love, repeatedly, with a ‘no’ to his question because I’m terrified that you mean more to him than I do and he deserves more than that.  You may have gotten past everything that happened back then and everything is coming up roses for you now, but some of us are still struggling to put the pieces back together.  And for the past 8 years, you’ve been too fucking oblivious to even notice the fall out closest to you, and because I am just letting it all out now, I may as well say it like I feel it.  The happier you get Jughead, the more I hate you!” she spat and turned and stormed from the room. Betty got up in shock and turned to Jughead.  He looked stricken, Veronica’s storm of words much like a slap to the face.

“Juggie?” she whispered brokenly and he turned to her, seeming to look right through her.  Without a word, he turned and walked out of the apartment.

“This is all my fault,” she cried, sitting down and covering her face with her hands.

“How the fuck is this your fault,” Archie asked, frowning at her.

“If I had been here, then you wouldn’t have had to…”

“Stop it!” he said harshly.  “Her anger is justified, it’s just directed at the wrong person.  She should be angry at me, not Jughead.  It wasn’t his fault that I chose to ignore her and be oblivious to how it was affecting her.  I didn’t exactly help by telling her to not say anything to Jughead.  She’s been wanting to give him shit for years but I always told her that he’s had enough shit and it just built up.  This is 100% my fault.”

“She really hates him,” Betty said brokenly.

“I don’t think she does, she just needed to say it,” Archie said quietly.  Betty stood and drew a shaky breath.  

“Where do you think he went?” she asked.

“If I was to guess, I’d say to the old drive-in lot.”

“Why there?” she asked.

“Well, the Christmas she was referring to, I left to bail him out of jail because he burned the building that was being built there after they tore down the drive in to the ground.”

“Jesus,” she muttered, running her hand through her hair.  Archie walked to the foyer table and picked up his keys.  

“Take my truck,” he suggesting and she smiled gratefully and left.


Betty found Jughead exactly where Archie had said he would be.  The drive-in was gone and so was whatever had been built in its place before it was burned down.  He was sitting on the bleachers that still stood from the drive-in days for people that didn’t have a car.  She pulled the truck up beside his bike and slowly got out.  He was sitting on top, leaning back against the railing, smoking a cigarette and staring off into nothing.  Betting climbed the steps and walked over.

“You want some company?” she asked softly.  He lifted weary, tired eyes to her and shrugged.

“I honestly don’t know why you want to be anywhere near me,” he said, his voice void of emotions.

“I don’t know really,” she sighed.  “You are a bit of a pain in the ass.”  He looked at her and saw the warm glint in her eyes and he managed a smile.  She sat down beside him and took his hand, his beautiful gift to her sparkling, despite the low light of dusk.  He played with it, twirling it around her finger.

“Are you ok?” she whispered, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“I don’t know,” he said with a sigh.  “I feel like I got punched in the gut.  How did I not see this?  I spent a lot of time seeking people out after rehab to apologize, how did I miss one of the most important people in my life?”

“Because she didn’t say anything about it, you just didn’t know.  They were both supportive of you, how could you have known?”

“I should have seen it.  It never once occurred to me when I’d call Archie that I was dragging him away from something.  Like in my head I just always figured he was sitting in his room at his father’s house with nothing to do I guess.  Pretty fucking stupid of me.”

“Archie says this isn’t your fault.  That it was his mistake.  That he’s the one who kept walking away from her.”

“No,” Jughead said with a laugh.  “I’m not letting him take the blame for this. This shit is on me and me alone.”  They sat quietly while he smoked another cigarette.  When he was done he got up and helped her stand and they walked down to his bike.  

“Follow me back home and I’ll take Archie’s truck back.  I need to talk to Ronnie,” he said quietly.  She nodded and they headed home.  Outside his studio he pulled her close and gave her a long gentle kiss before getting into Archie’s truck.  

“I love you,” she said with a smile.

“I love you more,” he replied.  She leaned in the window and kissed him again.  

“I’ll let you win this one,” she whispered.  He kissed her again and started the truck.  She wished him luck and watched as he drove off.

By the Skin and the Teeth Pt 1

Season 1 Masterlist

Michael Scofield x Reader

Word Count: 1,363

Warnings: Language

   It was nearly midnight when the bulls took you to the viewing room. It had rows of chairs and a large window covered by a black curtain on the other side.

   There were reporters and journalists in the room, but they saved the front row for you, Michael and Brunette. This was awful, the way they set this place up like a movie theater so everyone in the room could feel detached from the person in chair.

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thatonepeppi  asked:

How would deacon react if sole died?

Alright. This is really depressing so if you don’t want to cry your eyes out or hate yourself forever, I highly suggest dont don’t read this. But otherwise. Enjoy!!//

The gleam of a blade catches deacons eye while he was fighting a raider. He quickly glances at the reflected light in the hands of the tall raider fighting against sole, before looking back at the one he’s currently occupied with. Deacon quickly hits the masked enemy in the side of their face with his gun, then watches them fall.

A grunt catches deacons attention, he spins around on his heels to face his friend with the familiar knife shoved into their body.
Panic, fear, anger, regret, guilt and pain smothered him as he witnessed the look of shock and fear that was planted on Soles face.

Deacon steps forward while aiming at the raider and shoots the bastard down. He Then drops his gun and sprints towards sole, catching them.

Worry in his eyes, he holds them.
“Hey it’s okay sole- it’s okay”
Slowly deacon lowers them down onto his lap. He looks down at the very obvious handle of the blade that had disappeared into soles body.
Soles feeble voice croaked. Their face got paler by the second, blood was lining their lips. Their vault suit darkened with red around the knife handle that deacon currently has his hand on, applying pressure to the life of death situation.

“Shh it’s okay, I got you- I-i got you. I mean I think I do… I am holding you, right?”
Deacon jokes with devastation in his eyes and misery in his voice. He jokes to cope with things. But, there are no jokes that could help him through this.
Sole’s small rickety laugh rings through the building,
Their smile shows their red spattered teeth.

“Deacon, I-
Deacon shakes his head
“No, shh.. don’t you dare say anything to do with the word goodbye, we- we could still save you. We could get you back to sanctuary”
There is no way In hell they could get back to sanctuary in time. Sole is bleeding out to heavily, they wouldn’t even make it half way.

“Shit… I- I don’t know what to do”
Deacons voice cracks with pain
“Sole I’m sorry this had to happen.. I wish I-”
Soles chuckle stops him, despite the excruciating pain in their abdomen sole had to laugh.
“Look who’s saying goodbye now..”
A sad smile creeps onto deacons face.
He looks back at the handle poking out of sole body.

This is like losing her all over again. He remembers the pain, the grief, the anger. He cant go through that again.
Deacon eyes begin to burn as his chin quivers.

He won’t let that happen again, he didn’t have a chance to save her then but this is his time to save sole.
He moved both his hands over to grip onto the handle.
“Okay.. um. I’m going to take this out okay? And then. I’m gonna find something to stitch you up and-and you’ll be fine.”

Sole nods slowly and hesitantly.
Deacon slowly lifts his hand and pulls the blade out of their body slowly.
He tries not to cause them pain but obviously that plan failed when deacon hears sole cry out from the extreme discomfort.

“I know it hurts- just hold on okay? It’s almost over”
He reassures them over their pained cries. There is no possible way to do with would out pain.
The scream got louder the more the blade came out.
Once it was out, it got quiet. No screams, no sobbing. It’s like you could hear the walls breathe.

Deacon looks at sole’s face. They’re staring up at the ceiling, tears in their eyes, mouth open. They weren’t breathing.
No response.
His hand descended out and touched sole’s face.
“Sole? C'mon answer me!”
He stands up on his knees, hovering over them, both hands on their face.
“C'mom! Don’t you dare do this to me!”
He shakes their lifeless body as an attempt to wake them up.

“Please sole…”
Streams of tears roll down his cheek,
“Please wake up- please..”
A sob escapes his mouth. There is only agony left in his broken voice now.
He let his bestfriend down.

// I hate myself. I want to cry

But without the Imperials who will protect us from the Aldmeri Dominion. That would be a compelling argument…except if the Imperials can’t stop the Stormcloaks then wouldn’t the stormcloaks have just as much of a chance at stopping an invasion. Plus the Imperials have already failed, they were scared they’d lose so they caved to the demands of this foreign power and allowed them free reign inside to enforce foreign laws in Skyrim. These are the imperial cucks we have to give away freedoms to in exchange for hypothetical but probably not protection. No thanks. Usual government fear mongering, do what we say because look out for those guys. The Aldmeri couldn’t even conquer Hammerfell. If you ask me dedicated passionate Nords committed to their way of life and it’s defence are way better protection than some crumbling oppressive empire. 


I tried to do this and it felt as though I was facing my death. Please take a moment to appreciate how much skill, upper body strength, footwork, bravery, and confidence this move requires. I mean their entire bodies are straight, they have to twist on their feet, fall effortlessly forward without flinching, and then catch themselves too. 


harlots // charlotte’s fuchsia dress