I was resting on my bed and covering my face with my hands trying to keep the tears from pouring out of my eyes. School has been so tough on me, my parents completely hate each other and are dying to file for divorce. I’ve lost all my friends because I’m not into drugs and alcohol. The only person I have is Brett, but I barely get to see him because he has to be with his pack all the time. But when we do see each other, we make it so special.

I heard a knock on my window and I got off my bed to go check it out. I looked out my window and nothing was there. I decided to open it and walk onto my roof. No one was there so I just decided to just rest on roof and sneak a cigarette. I got the lighter and light it, blowing the smoke into the crisp air.

“I thought you were going to quit.” Someone said.

I shoulders jumped and I looked over. It was Brett.

“Dude you scared the shit out of me.” I said and laughed slightly taking another drag of the cigarette.

Brett rolled his eyes and sat next to me, grabbing my hand and kisses it.

“So how was the meeting with the pack?” I asked as I took another drag and blew the toxin in the air.

“It was boring, until Jake and Austin got into it…again.” Brett pulled me closer and kissed the side of my cheek, rubbing my side softly. I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder.

“I told Mr. Alpha that I’m going to spend more time with you and he won’t be able to do shit about it, and if he has a problem with it, I’ll just join another pack.” He said.

“Really, you’d do that just so you can see me?” I asked with a huge smile.

“Yes, you know, I’m kind of in love with you Y/N.” He admitted.

We both looked at each other in the eyes and he gently pressed his lips against mine and he set his hand on the back of my head and I set my hands on each side of his neck. He deepened the kiss as his hand wrapped around my waist.

The kiss broke and with both smiled.

“There’s going to be a lot more of that too, baby girl.” You bet your finger and giggled


Alright guys, I feel like a tool, but here’s the deal:

My dad recently lost one of his clients, so half of my family’s income just went out the window. Both my parents and I work full time to afford my university, but now this is not cutting it. I had to write my parents a check for literally all of my savings on Sunday, which I have worked four years to put away to be able to pay off my loans. Now I can’t pay them off at all and am absolutely devastated. I feel like an asshole, I don’t like asking for help or for money, but I literally physically cannot work any more than I already do. I work three jobs: bookkeeping, at a furniture store, and on campus but none of them pay enough to pull me through this. I go to school full time and every single second I have either working or doing homework. I am completely fucked if anything unexpected comes my way.

Literally anything helps at this point. One dollar. Fifty cents. Literally anything. I will do commissions if you want. I will write you a fic. I am just in a tight spot right now and need a little help getting out.


This reminds me of being a kid :—–( that’s sad actually isn’t it. Back then I usually would just jump out my window and go for a walk. Or sit on the veranda with the dog or take my doona out into the back yard. Watch the bats. Genuinely what a fucking miserable child.

which im gonna throw my bias out the window and state the obvious , paramore is best live band , theyre bvery enthusiastic every show always and its like even if u dont konw them u feel that music and panic is good but idk if they could grab the attention of poeple who dont know the music . with paramore u dont even have to know the songs and it would still be one of the best concerts. i want everone to see paramore live