#Honey Rose One of the most gorgeous actress

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Honey Rose One of the most gorgeous actresses in the Malayalam, Tamil, and Telugu film industry.

(via Honey Rose, Age, Height, Boyfriend, Family, Affairs, Myths, Facts, Rumours, Controversy, Born 5 Sep, Biography & More Absolutely Free - My Celebrity Life)

[ariadnebyanyothername]

Ariadne felt a ripple of satisfaction course through her as the man turned, baby blue eyes meeting her own. As she'd suspected from the hint of muscle underneath that delectable tweed jacket, her mystery man was indeed, absolutely gorgeous. Her shoulders relaxed, her chin lifting a little higher. Not that Ariadne was superficial, sometimes a pretty face belied the most boring human being in the world. And looks really weren't enough, even in the industry she was in. But Ariadne was, above all things, a great admirer of the male form, and this man was giving her a lot to admire.

"Hello?" Ariadne greeted, a tentative smile on her lips as she resisted the urge to wave a hand in front of his face. Perhaps she had been right after all, given the way his eyes had glazed over, that despite his pretty face, there wasn't much going on up there. Still, she did tend to have that effect on men.

The man in front of her opened his mouth (He speaks! she thought, rather sarcastically, and waged internally with the urge to say her rather funny quip out loud), and for a mere second, Ariadne heard not the words he'd said, but rather the accent. He was English! She'd stumbled across a real English man, in a facsimile of a real English pub. She resisted the urge to giggle, pressing her lips together. He didn't exactly sound like Hugh Grant, she couldn't quite put her finger on the exact accent, but he was from the same place as all her favorite people. William Shakespeare, Virginia Woolf, Christina Rossetti, and perhaps mostly importantly, Kenneth Branagh.

"Oh, you're lovely." she drawled, her own Chicago accent sounding suddenly crass to her, tempered as it was by her theatre training. Ariadne loved and hated her home city in equal measure, and even she had to admit, the American accent truly was the worst of the worst.

Lovely as he was, however, it became very obvious very quickly that he was, in fact, blowing her off. She pursed her lips together, ready to steel herself for outright rejection. There were plenty of other boys in other bars who would happily take her home. Although, when had this graduated from the simple desire for male attention to someone taking her home? Probably somewhere around him opening his mouth, and her hearing that accent. Or the tweed. Yes, almost definitely the tweed.

Her now-limp honey coloured curls bounced around her shoulders she shook her head, as though to say, no problem! Yes, I am stunning in pre-Raphaelite sort of way, but I am also extremely humble and take rejection well, and yes, you will live to rue this day. Her eyes slid past his face and instead, settled on the half-empty glass he'd gestured to, and the paperback held aloft, his thumb jammed between the pages to hold his place. He read too? How annoying for her.

Prepared to turn away and return to her much-loved copy of Sappho's Poems and Fragments, Ariadne trained her face into a smile as the other man cleared his throat, blessing her ears again with that lovely accent of his.

She took a step back as he rose from his seat, her brogues scuffing against the sticky floor of the pub as he did so, his hands curling around the back of the chair as he offered it out to her. Ariadne was no Sherlock Holmes, but she couldn't help but try and puzzle out what he did for a living, with hands like that. Strong hands, taut, with pronounced muscles. Not soft hands, like hers, an actress who'd hardly worked a day in her life and instead immersed herself in academia. And yet, she couldn't help but assume that he had a fine mind. She was already making her own little assumptions. A liberal arts degree, plenty of money to laze around in his own grand library all day...

"Yes, I would." she said, the smile on her face genuine now as she slipped into his seat, as though she'd been the one here moments previous, drinking lukewarm beer and reading.

"The first round? Aren't you presumptuous?" she laughed, high and musical, as she lifted the paperback from the bartop, careful to keep his place.

"I want to buy you a drink, darling. What is it you're drinking? And can you say that again, please?" she lifted her head to smirk at him, her fingers trailing over the broken spine of the novel. "The thing you said, before, about making a tit of yourself?"

Her tongue rolled over the word, clumsily turning his accent over in her mouth. It was a poor imitation of his accent, but she'd figure it out, once she knew exactly where it was he came from. She was masterful when it came to accents.

"Are you gonna sit too, or?" she teased, arching a blonde brow at him. "What's this you're reading, anyway?"

It looked positively Shakespearean, the dark, blank eye sockets of a skull looking out at her from the book's front cover. Alas, poor Yorick, and all that. Turning to read the blurb, a smile touched her lips.

"Sounds like a new take on a classic." she said, handing it back to him. "Are you enjoying it?"

Not for the first time, Jasper found himself tucked into a corner of his favourite New York pub – or should he say bar now? – with a good book and an above average pint of Fosters. Most of the regulars he’d encountered at his new local had long since grown used to Jasper and his quirks. Even Ben – as darling and sweet as he was, so accustomed to the very workings of Jasper’s odd little brain, the man who loved him in spite of his oddities – would arch a brow whenever he spotted his best friend perched at the bar, clad in his signature tweed, nursing a beer while he pored over a fraying copy of To Kill a Mockingbird. His friend had once observed that while Jasper was deep in the throes of classic literature, gorgeous men and women alike would be scoffing and rolling their eyes as he remained oblivious to their advances. It wasn’t that Jasper didn’t want to meet someone – he wasn’t a complete prude! Jasper fucked! – but he generally missed the signs when pretty people were flirting with him, usually too taken in by a good book or – for his crimes – his best friend’s dimples, charming as they were. 

Still, he’d found this bar about 2 months after he’d made the big move to New York, and it had been the first place in the entire city that had offered him an actual pint, straight from the tap, rather than a measly bottle of room-temperature beer that tasted nothing like home at all. The tea situation over here was already dire enough, Jasper had been starting to lose hope entirely. 

Head hung low as he perched atop his stool at the end of the bar, tonight’s glass sadly abandoned as he thumbed through his new copy of M. L. Rio’s If We Were Villains – a recommendation from Eliza that he had been quick to purchase, always trusting her implicitly – that Jasper hardly noticed the arrival of someone new. Too fixated on the words before him, the shadows that had flitted across the pages had gone amiss to Jasper, but the gentle prod of fingers against his shoulders had not. 

Lifting his head, Jasper’s gaze found that of a rather pretty woman – though that, in itself, seemed something of an understatement. Pupils dilating in surprise, his stomach seemed to flutter with something unexpected, something he usually only felt when faced with Ben or Jax, the two current objects of his affections. Not that he would compare a stranger to either man, of course, but he had eyes and a bloody strong prescription to confirm just how mind-bogglingly beautiful she was. Attraction wasn’t love, and Jasper was just a man, after all. 

The fact that she appeared to be talking to him raised a whole slew of other questions, though. Just the barest glance told Jasper all that he needed to know, that she was well out of his league, and yet she was offering to buy him a drink? 

“Oh! Well,” Jasper blinked, floundering suddenly under her attention, even as bare minimum as it was. 

He gestured vaguely to his abandoned glass, half-empty and looking a little pathetic by now, before turning back to her. He felt rather sheepish all of a sudden as it slowly dawned on him that he was about to turn away the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, just so he could prioritise a book and a stale glass of beer. 

“Sorry. Blimey, where are my manners?” Jasper cleared his throat, pushing a warmer, more genuine smile onto his face. 

He stood up abruptly, clumsily, hands reaching out to steady his stool as it wobbled dangerously after being so suddenly vacated. Returning his gaze to the pretty blonde, Jasper lifted to gesture to the stool, much less precariously placed now, its four legs now firmly on the ground. 

“Would you like a seat?” he offered, suddenly remembering the good manners and chivalry that his dear old mum had tried to ingrain into him from a young age. “And how about I get the first round? By way of apology for making an absolute tit of myself about sixty seconds ago?” 

[vendettaparker]

Tom Holland x actress reader

Where are there in the same movie together and the cast goes out and Tom and reader really likes eachother maybe smut and after it’s really awkward between them fluff with a sprinkle of angst

Not In Love [T.H]

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: sexual themes, cursing, slight angst, probably some typos

a/n: hi hi! i’m so sorry but i don’t write smut, so i hope it’s ok that i just implied it! i will probably start writing smut in the future but for right now i find it a bit awkward for myself to write. also, sorry that this took so long to get out, i planned for this to only be like 800-1k words, and obvioulsy, it just kept going. hope this works well for you!

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     (Y/N) (L/N) does not fuck around with co-stars. Ever since you started acting at the young age of eight, you were always told by your mom, manager, and others in the industry to avoid casual, co-star related hook ups. As your career progressed, even through puberty, you remained faithful to your vow. No mingling with co-workers in a non professional manner. Sure, some of your previous co-stars and you remained good friends, even after filming. But the main internal lesson always stayed the same: don’t fuck your co-stars. 

     In your long and glorious career, the only hindrance to your resolve was Tom fucking Holland. His stupid British charm and playful wiles always had your knees buckling and the butterflies in your stomach going haywire. And when he called you darling? In that stupid, yet honey-like accent? You were done for. 

     Tom had the absolute pleasure of working with you in The Devil All The Time. He watched all of your movies and practically grew up watching you on Disney Channel. To say he was simply starstruck would’ve been an understatement, he was enamoured. Practically in love. And when he got to know how kind and sweet you were in real life—not just on screen— he just had to turn on his British charm, just to watch you squirm. 

     Every little comment he made caused your skin to tingle. Your stance on co-star relationships had never been so harshly challenged. He would constantly call you whatever cute pet name he could think of at the time, and unluckily for you, they always seemed to just roll right off his tongue. He even went out of his way to grab you a coffee if he went out to get one, or he’d ask his brother to make sure to bring back your signature order: caramel macchiato with almond milk, two pumps of vanilla, and extra caramel drizzle. How he knew that was your go to order was a mystery to you. 

     It’s not like you didn’t retaliate with your own antics though. Sometimes during his scenes you send him a wink and a smile, just to watch him lose focus. Or maybe you’d tease him about the way he says croissant, but then also say it in the over pronounced way he does, just to bug him. On days when the sexual tension between you two was especially palpable, you’d kiss his cheeks after his scenes and say “good job, babe” or something else to rile him up. So no, you weren’t innocent in this matter at all. 

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     This build up of tension was bound to boil over at some point. But why the fuck did it have to be during the fucking full cast and director dinner?

     You all arrived at the fancy restaurant, all 40+ of you. You sat next to Eliza and secretly hoped that Sebastian, Harry, or even Robert would take the seat next to you, anyone but Tom. He had been especially touchy that day, and you knew if he continued his ministrations, especially under the cover of a table, your resolve would surely fade away. 

     Unfortunately for you, Tom practically bolted to the seat next to you. You scooted a bit closer to Eliza, who nudged your shoulder playfully. 

     “You should just give in.” She stated, smirking the whole time. “Look at him, poor thing just wants some love and attention.” she giggled, nodding her head to where Tom was whispering with Harry on the other side of him. 

     “Stop it, you’re insufferable.” You rolled your eyes, but still smiled at the joking banter. 

     “(Y/N), hon, he’s one of the hottest celebrities in Hollywood right now, and he wants you.” Eliza pinched your makeup covered cheek, “you’re telling me you don’t wanna just jump in his pants? Do you not find him hot or something?” 

     You smacked her hand away, “No, I do find him attractive, I just d—”

     “Find who attractive, love?” Tom interrupted, smirking at the comment he heard. No, he didn’t know for sure you were talking about him, but one can hope. 

     “Nobody,” you dismissed, “I was just telling Eliza here that I think her dog is cute, right Eliza?” 

     “Sure.” She mumbled, rolling her eyes dramatically, then winking directly at Tom, just out of your view. 

     “Ah, I see.” He chuckled, “Yes, you find her dog attractive then?” 

     “No!” You defended, red faced from being backed into a hole, “I didn’t even use that word; you’re just hearing things.” 

     “Don’t worry, love. I find you absolutely, without a doubt, drop dead gorgeous.” Tom winked, before returning back to his conversation with Harry. 

     Eliza pinched your side, causing you to yelp. “See, I told you!” she whisper-yelled, a knowing smirk dawning her face. 

     “You didn’t tell me shit.” 

     “Ugh, whatever, you’re hopeless.” She sighed, just as the waiter was coming around to take your orders. 

     The majority of the evening went by just as simply and smoothly as possible, it was when dessert arrived that Tom stirred up trouble once again. His damned British charm made him the perfect devil in disguise.  

     “Darling, you have some cake right—” he licked his thumb before drawing it over your bottom lip, slowly, “here.” 

     He smirked at your surprised gaze and wiped the chocolate cake from your rose-painted lip. Never breaking his gaze, he drew his thumb back to his mouth and sucked on the digit, gently humming at the sweet taste of chocolate and strawberry lip gloss that flooded onto his tongue. This bitch. 

     You cleared your throat and ceased your—more than obvious— gawking. He wasn’t going to win this time. You sat quietly, smirking as he watched your every move, simply waiting for retaliation. And it came soon enough, when you knocked your water off the table into his lap, on accident, of course. 

     He jolted up the second the cold water hit his slacks, cursing, yet still keeping that charming smirk on his lips. You immediately started the steady stream of apologies, a faux look of remorse etched on your face. The rest of the cast simply looked on, none the wiser. 

     “Oh Tom! Gosh, I am so sorry.” You stood up as well, taking the napkin from your lap and dabbing his torso where the water splashed up. “I’m just so clumsy, forgive me.” You looked up at him with false serenity in your eyes, but a devilish grin. 

     “No worries, love.” He mused, “I’m just going to go dry off in the washroom. Could use some help though; it’s the least you could do.” The rest of the cast went back to their desserts and conversation, so they failed to notice the hidden glint in Tom’s eyes or the lustful insinuation behind his request. 

     “Sure.” You smiled up at him, determined not to lose this game of cat and mouse. You followed him to the large family restroom in a dimly lit corridor. He opened the door and gestured for you to go in first. What a gentleman, hm?

     He closed the door behind him and locked it before undoing the buttons on his dress shirt and removing it. His toned torso also damp with freezing droplets of ice water. 

     You sucked in a shaky breath, taking in his less than professional, disheveled look. “You gonna come help me, princess?” He reached for paper towels and grabbed a handful, dabbing the wet spot on his lap, right over his crotch. 

     “I—um, sorry,” you snapped out of it. Following his movements, doing the same but to his wet torso. 

     “You’re okay, love.” He looked at you, the close proximity of your bodies creating the most delicious heat in the bathroom. Tom leaned in slightly, just until your noses were brushing against one another. “Though, I’ll admit, the fact that you're not giving me an apology kiss right now, makes this a little less than okay.”

     You didn’t even process your actions completely, the second those words left his mouth yours lips were on his. You held his face in your hands, rough passion seeping through your entire body, and he was just the same. He kissed you fervently, holding your waist with one arm and the back of your head with his opposite hand, tangling his fingers into your hair. The tension and desire that had been building up for almost as long as you’ve known him finally boiling over. 

     Tom gingerly inched his hand up the side of your leg, under your dress. 

     “Wait, wait,” you pulled away, breathlessly, “we need to get back, they’re probably wondering where we are.” 

     Tom was about to concede when a knock rang through the room. 

     “Hey guys,” It was Eliza, “Seb paid for all of us, so we’re gonna head out. Take your time! Oh, and use protection!” You could practically hear the smirk on her face.  

     Tom stopped your little scowl by returning his attention to kissing you, “How lucky are we?” he mused, repositioning his hands, starting to fumble with the zipper of your dress. 

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     The next Monday at work was hell. You spent the whole weekend internalizing your little rendezvous in the bathroom. Tom texted you nearly fourteen times over the two day break period where you didn’t see each other, and you ignored every single one of them. The first ones were simple ‘hey’s’, ‘hi’s’, and ‘good morning’s’, but they soon progressed to show Tom’s concern over you not responding. The last message being, 

Tom: I hope you know, I don’t regret it, but I’m sorry if you do.

     You didn’t mean to ghost him, but your feelings were so confusing. You liked him and the things he did to you. But you had a code. And maybe the ‘don’t date your co-worker’ was a bit old school and shitty, but you’d been able to stick to it for this long and your work has never been better. Then again, all your previous boyfriends have been assholes; constantly upset over how busy your schedule was. Maybe a fellow actor would be more understanding? 

     The second you arrived to set Harry was on your ass. 

     “(Y/N), hey!” He called to you from the snack table where he was talking with Tom. You gave him a small smile and wave, but proceeded to your makeup chair. He motioned for you to join them, but you waved your hand in dismissal and gave him an apologetic look. Whether or not you regretted your night with Tom, you were absolutely not ready to confront it just yet. However, you didn’t miss the disappointed look on Tom’s face or the way Harry gave his brother a reassuring shoulder squeeze. 

     Harry even came up to you asking how your weekend was and if you were busy or not, no doubt trying to gauge your mood for Tom. You were friends with Harry so you didn’t mind talking to him, but when it was becoming apparent that you weren't giving much away as far as how you were feeling, Harry resorted to more ‘less than subtle’ questions. 

     “So… are you seeing anyone, currently?” He asked, playing with his fingers, the question struck you as extremely off-putting, especially since Harry said it with little to no confidence, like he really didn’t want to be asking that. 

     “Why? Are you trying to ask me out?” You teased. Watching him squirm was almost as fun as when it was Tom. 

     “No! No, I mean— I’m not opposed, you’re very pretty—no wait, I don’t mean it like that, I just—uh, I think you look nice, but not too nice—I’m gonna go.” Harry painfully stuttered out. Cursing under his breath as he walked away, back to where Tom was standing, watching on. These idiots were the most obvious divs in the whole world. 

     After you finished with your stylist, you were ready to start running lines for your scene. You have the majority of your scenes with Tom, so as per usual, you were acting opposite him. As the director was explaining how he wanted the scene to go, Tom kept glancing over at you, raising his eyebrows a bit, obviously wanting to clear the air. 

     The scene went by fine, but it was clear to many of the people around you that you were not on the top of your game today. It even got to the point where the director needed to ask if you needed a break. You said you didn’t and persisted. The scene was finally done to perfection, but it took almost double the amount of time it usually would for you. 

     Tom noticed you struggling the most and couldn’t help but feel guilty. He was quick to give you words of encouragement between takes, but you only responded with a quick ‘thanks’ and moved on. 

     When lunch time came around, the caterers were all set up and prepared on a different part of the lot. You quickly made your way over, running into Eliza on the way. 

     “Oh, hey (Y/N)!” she beamed at you. “Did you finish your scene?”

     “Yeah, are you going to set right now?” 

     “Mhm, I’m shooting the scene at the church with Robert.” 

     “Well, good luck.” You smiled at her, about to move along when she grabbed your wrist. 

     “Wait, did something happen between you and Tom? He’s at the lunch table moping, even Seb is trying to cheer him up.” 

     “Um well no, I mean, maybe? I don’t know, I guess I’ve been avoiding him a bit.” You shrug, now not really wanting to go to lunch, but you know you have to. If you don’t show up then it’d be all too clear to Tom that you were definitely avoiding him. 

     “Oh, well, maybe just talk to him?” Eliza comfortably put a hand on your shoulder before walking away to set. 

     You continued to the lunch set up, seeing club sandwiches, soups, and cupcakes set up. You grabbed what you wanted and went to sit by Tom and everyone else. Yeah, you may have been avoiding him, but you didn’t want to make it that painstakingly obvious. 

     As soon as you sat down, Tom put his arm around you like he always did when you had lunch together. Only this time you stiffened up, not because you hated it, but because the action felt so different after what you both had done, it felt like it meant more. Tom noticed, of course, and removed his arm, frowning. 

     “Can I talk to you, (Y/N/N)?” he whispered to you, the rest of the table in their own little world, too caught up in their interactions to notice yours. 

     “Um, sure,” you mumbled in response, “but maybe when I have free time later? I’m just really hungry right now.” you gave him a small smile, trying to keep up the amicability. 

     He nodded and continued his conversation with Seb, who looked completely uninterested, but still continued responding since he could tell Tom was feeling shitty about something. 

     Later that evening, the entire cast had a one hour break since the next scene they wanted to shoot needed to be done at night and it wasn’t dark yet. That’s when Tom took you to his trailer to talk. 

     “Look, (Y/N), I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but I can’t help but feel like you’re avoiding me.” He stated, once the door was shut and you were already seated on his couch. 

     “I’m not.” 

     “But you are. I can tell. You didn’t talk to me at all today, even when I made a joke that I knew you’d have the perfect come back to.” He sat next to you, but kept more of a distance than usual.

      “I don’t have to talk to you, Tom. You can’t rely on me to keep you entertained.” You rolled your eyes, annoyed that you’d been caught. 

      “That’s not what I’m saying, (Y/N), and you know it.” Tom pointed a finger at you, equally annoyed now. 

     “Fine, so what if I was avoiding you? You’re a grown man, you can handle rejection can’t you?” You spat. The argument was quickly becoming more heated. If there was one thing you hated the most in the world, it was being called out, especially if you knew you were in the wrong. 

     “What the fuck is your problem today?” Tom asked, exasperated at how defensive you got so quickly. 

     “Tom, I’m sorry, but I don’t do this,” you motioned between the two of you, “I don’t do the cliche Hollywood, sleeps around, one night stand scenario, so back off.” 

     “So you regret it.” Tom looked down, trying to keep his emotions at bay. He really did like you, but maybe it was naive of him to assume that sleeping together would open the door to something more. 

     “No, I just—it shouldn’t have happened. I liked it, but I’m not that type of girl. I’m a relationship type of person. I never wanted to be another girl for you to mark down on your list of possible hook ups.” You sighed. Tom wasn’t necessarily notorious for random hookups, but he was a famous actor who just so happened to also be single. It was hard to not go there with your thoughts, so in your mind, you had him pegged. 

     “I’m a relationship person too, though. I wanted all of this. All of you.” Tom inched closer, gingerly taking your hands in his. “I may have gone about it wrong, I should’ve asked you out first or something.” 

     “Tom, stop.” 

     “No, (Y/N), because you’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t flirt with you or spend time with you just to get in your pants.” Tom pulled you closer. “I surrounded myself with you because I wanted you. And I think you want me too.”

     You looked in his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity, small as it might be, but Tom was being the most sincere he could possibly be. Tom cautiously leaned closer, just wanting one more kiss, even if it was the last. However, you were the one that took the final plunge and pulled him in, kissing him. You both moved together so fluidly, like you were made for each other. 

     When you did pull apart, Tom was the one to break the silence, “So does that mean you like me or…” 

     “I kissed you, didn’t I?” 

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Be Mine {One Shot}***

Henry Cavill x Reader/Jason Momoa x Reader/Chadwick Boseman x Reader/Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Cursing, NSFW, Fivesome, PURE FILTH, SMUT 

DO NOT READ AT WORK!!!

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY MY THIRSTIES!

Words: 6.5k

Summary: You are an actress and you know how the industry is as well as how difficult it is to get an inkling of free time. Due to this fact, you’ve been alone a lot and missing the attention and affection of the men in your life. You were looking to Valentine’s Day and the prospect of getting some much needed face time with them but because of their own busy schedules, you are out of luck and will have to spend Valentine’s day alone. Or will you?

Note: Request from @momobaby227 . I got this and my eyes bugged, and I clutched my pearls just thinking about the death sentence of this scenario. Since I am not the one to shy away from a challenge, here I go. Fingers crossed this works the way I want it to. 

Lee’s Valentine’s Extravaganza Finale!!!

 **Loosely Edited/Proofread**

**Interactive**

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“Let’s take thirty everyone. Y/N, great scene. When we come back we’ll pick it up from scene twelve.”

 You nodded and gathered your robe before you made your way to your trailer.

 “Y/N, I was able to find the sushi you like and I picked up some freshly juiced beet, celery, ginger, and carrot juice,” Issana informed falling into step with you.

 “Thank you.”

 “This package was also just delivered for you.” She held out a medium-sized white box to you. You caught your name scribbled on top in nice script that looked almost like calligraphy. Also on the box at the top right corner was the acronym “HCJC”. You smiled knowing just who it was from.

 “Thank you Issana. I have some things that need picking up from a few places. Do you think you can handle it?”

 “Consider it done,” Issana responded. You smiled then ducked into your trailer letting your giddiness take over.

 You put your lunch on a nearby table and dropped into the couch to rip open the box. Once it was open you saw a gorgeous arrangement of pink long stem roses—your favorite. All roses were your favorite, but you also knew the meaning behind these roses. Early in your relationship you, Henry, Jason, Chris, and Chadwick came up with a way to send coded messages all through flowers. These pink roses while beautiful had a deeper meaning. Foreplay. You couldn’t keep the wide grin off your face as you opened up the pale pink envelope with your name on it.

 -Y/N,

 Pink roses, a favorite of yours but we know that you know that it means something more for us. Something deeper. It speaks of a prologue, a beginning of things to come.

 Love,

Henry, Jason, Chadwick, Chris

  You smiled again and walked over to your phone ready to send a message thanking them.

 MSG: I love them. Thank you!

MSG Chad: Knew you would. How are you beautiful?

MSG: Tired and so ready to finally have you home.

MSG Chad: I know. Almost there.

MSG Henry: Time ticks too slow for me.

MSG Chris: Same for me.

 Your smile was wider as you burrowed deeper into the seat before your vanity. You should have been eating but you could only think of one thing—well four things.

 MSG Jason: Did you make it to the bottom of the box or just stopped at the flowers?

MSG Henry: You know she stopped at the flowers.

MSG Chad: Typical.

You snorted at their playful teasing of your short attention span. Walking back over to the box you dug to the bottom and saw a red sleeping mask with “Be Mine” written across it in white stitching. Your curiosity was piqued.

 MSG: Um….

MSG Chris: LMAO. I told you she’d say that.

MSG Henry: Cat got your tongue, love?

MSG: No, I just thought I already was yours. Are you guys trying to tell me something?

MSG Jason: Damn right you’re ours. Remember that especially when that pretty boy costar of yours asks to hang out. I’m not afraid to kill.

 Your laugh was loud and unexpected. Leave it to Jason to be the territorial one threatening violence.

 MSG Chad: I second that. I peeped that shot in Star. Tell him keep his hands to himself.

MSG: Oh my god, can you all chill out? It was nothing. His hand was on my back.

MSG Henry: How about he just keeps them at his side? He’ll live longer that way.

 You shook your head while rolling your eyes. Having one territorial boyfriend was chaotic, you had four of them. It sometimes felt like too much especially when they all ganged up on you like this, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

 MSG: Okay everyone chill. Is someone going to explain this sleeping mask?

MSG Chris: Sleeping mask to most, for you a blindfold.

 Your jaw dropped as the possibilities swarmed through your head. After a few seconds, a devilish smile spread across your face as a shiver raced through you. just as you were getting ready to type a reply there was a knock at the door of your trailer. When you opened it there stood one of the set workers holding out a packet.

 “Rewrites.” You groaned and took the papers. Of course there were rewrites. As you skimmed them you realized it was for your upcoming scene.

 “Who would rewrite minutes before filming it?” you groaned as you dropped onto the couch and looked back to your phone to see the messages you’d missed.

 MSG Jason: A hundred bucks says she zoned out.

MSG Chad: Beautiful, you okay?

MSG Chris: Are your fingers busy?

MSG: Y’all aren’t funny. I’m fine, just got handed ten pages of rewrites for my next scene in twenty minutes.

MSG Henry: Yep, I can relate.

MSG Jason: Same.

MSG Chad: You got this baby.

MSG: I love your confidence in me, honey. 😘

MSG Chris: Focus. We’ll talk later.

MSG: Okay, love you guys!

 The rest of your day was long, hectic and exhausting. What was supposed to be a day that left you with enough time to meet your girls at a club ended up being you leaving set at one in the morning with no energy. After you made it home you managed to eat in a bath filled with lavender, gardenia, eucalyptus, and lemon oils. You didn’t even have the energy to try to facetime the guys. Shortly after that bath, you fell right to sleep in your custom-made bed.

 The sound of your name being shouted was what woke you up.

 “Girl, wake up!”

 You jumped up and looked around to see your three friends scattered around the room. You dropped back onto the bed and groaned.

 “Go away, I’m too tired.” You rolled to your side and plopped a pillow over your head.

 “Uh, no trick you gonna get up. we had plans,” Janaris blurted out yanking the pillow off your head.

 “J, come on I’m exhausted. I didn’t get in till two. Let me sleep,” you pleaded.

 “Nope. Come on we’re supposed to do the spa, hair, nails the works. Tomorrow is valentine’s day, we all got men we gotta look bomb for. Come on!”

 While groaning you sat up. she was right. The plan for the day was to prep for tomorrow and you only had a certain amount of time to do it, you were expected on set for night shoots.

“Fine, fine. Give me ten.” You begrudgingly walked past them into your closet to find some clothes.

 Thirty minutes later you found yourself parking at the spa. Fifteen minutes from there you were lying face down butt naked getting a well deserved massage and body treatment. It didn’t take long for your muscles to melt and your mind to drift. You didn’t know how much you needed this. You took a quick selfie and sent it to the guys.

 MSG: Prep begins now. I sure hope you appreciate all I do for you.

 Four and a half hours later you and your girls had finished at the spa and managed to find outfits and intimates for the night. You were getting excited. It had been almost a month since you’d last seen your paramours together. It had been a busy month thanks to your schedules. Beginning tomorrow they were supposed to be in town all of them at the same time. You planned on taking full advantage.

 By the time you made it to set that night, it was such a busy set that you didn’t get any downtime until well into the four o’clock hour. When you opened up your messages you saw several messages from Henry, Jason Chad, and Chris letting you know that they were all unable to fly in tomorrow. Just like that, your heart sunk.

 MSG: What do you mean you can’t fly in?

MSG Henry: My set times got switched and now I’m roped into filming through tomorrow and the day after.

MSG Jason: Me too.

MSG Chris: I had to fly out to yet another location for the day, so I can’t make it either.

You tried to hold back your tears and held out hope that Chad would at least be able to come home.

 MSG: Chad?

MSG Chad: I’m sorry baby, we’re so behind schedule any free time has been revoked.

 Your tears fell as disappointment filled you. Giving yourself a few moments to cry and wallow in your sadness and annoyance you shot back a message.

 MSG: Okay. I understand. Guess it comes with the territory.

MSG Jason: I’m sorry sugar.

 You could just about hear him whisper that in your ear like he always did when he was pressed behind you. Sighing you closed your eyes and tried to push away your sadness and any urge to roll into a ball. They probably felt bad enough and you didn’t want them to feel worse.

 MSG: It happens. No worries.

MSG Chris: We’ll make it up to you. 😛

MSG: You better, you four owe me so fucking big. So big you better bring your A+++ game when you come home.

MSG: I’m going to get back to work now. Love you.

 “Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. It’s fine, it’s fine.”

 It absolutely was not fine but at this point, there was nothing you could do about it. They were all in different places. You could fly out, but you’d only be with one of them and it probably wouldn’t be a problem, but you didn’t want to make any of them feel as if you’d chosen one over the other. This was one of the complexities of a relationship like yours.

 After giving yourself a good ten minutes to be resentful you toughened up and got back to work. no matter what was happening in your personal life, you were still a professional.

 Night shoot turned into a day shoot. You were able to film four scenes with minimal retakes. The director was so pumped about it he opted to continue on not wanting to mess with the easy groove that everyone had found themselves in. You weren’t angry with it because you’d learned that when things were going well you didn’t break the mojo by calling wrap for the day you continued until the juice ran out.

 When you got home it was turning six and you were exhausted. you’d been working for twenty-one hours. You didn’t even want to be home tonight of all nights, but your friends were probably neck deep in chocolates, roses, and lube and they were all probably getting their backs blown out. It was Valentine’s Day after all, the universal day for love, affection, romance and gifts that showed how much you were loved or how deep you loved. Sitting in your car staring at your dark house you were reluctant to go inside, but you had nowhere else to go.

Once you walked in the dim flicker of candlelight caught your eye. Your foyer was filled with tall pillar candles in the shape of a heart. You were frozen, unsure what was happening. In the center of the heart was one lone peach rose with a note tied to it and a red box. Immediately your tears welled. When you bent to retrieve it, you smelled its sweet aroma. You sniffled and read the words written across it. It was Chris’ handwriting.

 Peach roses simply put for us it means one thing. Appreciation. You are appreciated.

-Chris

 You smiled and opened the box to find a beautiful necklace with one charm on it—the letter “C”.  You followed the trail of peach petals which lead you to the living room. At the end of the peach petals trail was another rose. This one was a long stem yellow rose with a similar box and note. You smiled, retrieved it and smiled at the charm inside the box with the letter “J”.

 Yellow roses. I’m a man of few words. Plain and simple means I fall in love with you every single day.

-Jason

 You wiped your cheek, smelled the rose and followed the now yellow petal trail through the house. It stopped at the steps where a similar set up waited for you but with a coral rose instead.

 Coral roses. You get these often, they mean one thing for us. Desire. Not a minute goes by where you are not desired.

-Chadwick

 This was where the floodgates opened, and your tears flowed. This was incredibly sweet. You held the charm in the shape of a “C” close to your heart and followed the coral petals up the steps and down the hall. They stopped at your bedroom door which is where you paused and tried to get a grip. You knew thanks to the crying you looked horrible and you hated it. You dabbed your cheeks and sniggled once more then opened the door to see your entire bedroom filled with candles, roses of pink, yellow, coral, peach and red all around and Henry standing in front of the bed holding a red rose. Your tears began again. 

“Aww.” You took the rose and the box he offered then read the note.

 Red roses. They mean one thing for us. Seduction. You get them every day for one simple reason. You are loved, respected every single day and every single day the passion we feel for you is unbridled and never-ending.

-Henry

 When you looked up, Jason, Chris, and Chadwick walked out from where they were hiding making you break.

 “Oh my god,” you whined through your tears. “I can’t believe you guys did this.” You couldn’t stop your tears.

 “I can’t believe you guys are here. You said--,”

 “Where else would we be tonight?” Chad approached you with arms wide open and you fell into them and sobbed a little more. You couldn’t believe he was right in front of you, you could smell him and it wasn’t a dream.

 “Oh my god, I missed you so much.” He smiled that toothy smile you loved and lowered his lips to yours giving you a soft, sensual kiss.

 “I missed you too.”

 Turning to your right you hugged Henry and moaned when his burly arms wrapped around you engulfing you in a cocoon of safety.

 “I love you so much.” You kissed him and savored the taste of his lips and shivered when his hand slowly trailed down to your waist.

 “I love you more, darling.” His British accent only gave you more shivers.

 You felt a hand at the small of your back and instantly you knew it was Chris. Turning to him you pulled him into a tight hug. Chris buried his face in the crook of your neck and moaned.

 “You smell good.” You felt his lips on you making you bite your bottom lip.

 “So do you.” his eyes zeroed in on your mouth and tipped your chin up so he could easily kiss you. it was a quick kiss but a teasing one, one that spoke of the promise for later.

 “Sugar.” Your smile was wide seeing your gentle giant—Jason. He bent and lifted you into his arms for a massive bear hug. His lips tasted like cinnamon and it hit you how much you’d missed the taste.

 “I missed you,” you whispered to him.

 “I can tell,” Jason joked.

 When he put you back onto the floor you couldn’t stop smiling being in the middle of them as they all towered over you. It hit you then just what they’d put you through on purpose. You narrowed your eyes and stepped back just enough so they could see your snobby pout and crossed arms.

 “That’s not funny what you did. I was so sad, I cried.”

 They all laughed which made you even saltier. “It’s not funny!”

 “Aww, you’re so cute when you’re mad,” Jason teased coming to you. “Like a little leprechaun,” he finished. Your jaw dropped as they laughed louder.

 “Wow, you haven’t seen me in a month and you’re calling me names? On Valentine’s Day? And you are all laughing with him? Fuck around he’d gonna mess it up for all of you and none of you will get to reap the rewards of a four-hour spa trip.”

 Just like that they all stopped laughing and straightened up. It was your turn to smile. “I’m so happy you guys are home.” You stepped back into them and they each touched a part of your body. Chad cupped your jaw and kissed your nose while Henry kissed your exposed shoulder. Chris kissed your other shoulder from behind you while wrapping his hand around your midsection. You melted onto him as Jason kissed your temple leaving Henry to claim your lips when you turned to him. 

“Dinner? We got delivery from your favorite place, it’s on the dining table,” Chris whispered.

 “The only dinner I’m interested in is the four-course meal in this room.” You turned to Jason and locked his lips in a searing kiss. His moan was instantaneous as he pulled you flush against him dropping his hand to your backside. You moaned on him and nibbled his bottom lip. Jason let loose a guttural groan that vibrated through him exhilarating you in the process.

 From behind you, you felt the zip of your dress slowly lower then felt lips kiss your shoulder blade. You felt another set of lips on your shoulder before they latched onto your neck. Moaning again you broke free from the kiss and angled your head back. The new angle gave Jason and Chris access to the other parts of your neck. Jason nibbled at your Adam’s apple leaving Chris to your left side.

 With all their mouths on you, you simply stood there and enjoyed the attention you were long overdue for. Henry sucked your earlobe into his mouth making you wrap a free hand back and around his head.

 “You’re a dream come true Y/N.” His whispered praise made you smile; it began to fill the void that they’d left when they went away. You were love starved.

 A pair of hands pulled your dress down your body letting it pool around your feet. Another pair of hands unhooked your bra from behind. Chadwick hooked a finger on one of the straps and slowly pulled it down then kissed the free skin there. You moaned his name in the candlelit room and hugged Jason’s head to your chest as he peppered kisses across your collar.

 “You have no idea how much I missed you,” Chadwick whispered before he turned your face to him. his eyes were dark, but you saw the magnitude of his love shining back at you.

 “Show me.” Before the words fully came out, his lips were on yours working to steal your breath. It wasn’t a hard task; you were already on the brink of losing your mind. With each of them giving attention to a different part of your body and playing on a each of your senses you knew you would be the first to lose it.

 You turned to Chris, pressing your back onto Chadwick and began slowly undressing him. the buttons of his shirt were quickly aggravating you, so you yanked his shirt sending the remaining buttons scattering around the room.

 “Anxious?” You smiled and nodded before you kissed him showing him just how anxious you were. As you kissed Chris you allowed your hands to roam over Henry and Jason’s torso. You lifted Jason’s loose hanging t-shirt and raked your nails across his rippling abs. A breathy moan escaped you which turned deep when you felt a mouth wrap around one of your nipples. The unexpected touch sent your ass poking out onto Chadwick giving you the perfect idea of how anxious he was. Within seconds a second pair of lips wrapped around your other nipple.

 One mouth sucked slowly, teasingly, while the other ravaged your breast quickly flicking their tounge across your hardened nipple. The sensations were so different it made you dizzy trying to keep up with it. Chadwick bit down onto your neck and snaked his hand around your stomach and into your panties to swirl his finger around your aching bud.

 Tearing your mouth from Chris the only thing to escape you was, “Fuck!” Seamlessly and on queue Jason bit onto your bottom lip allowing Chris to take over at your breast. Chris’ technique was different from Jason’s and more in sync with Henry. Where Henry savored your nipple in his mouth with soft nibbles and licks, Chris applied an intense amount of suction. Again, you moaned, but Jason’s mouth took it.

 Chadwick sped his finger on your clit, and you pulled your mouth from Jason to rest back on Chadwick’s shoulder. With your mouth free you were able to shriek out from the pleasure he was causing you. Chadwick pulled his hand from your aching bud and just when you were about to protest another hand crept to it and took over. Their movements were slower more torturous. You almost groaned out from frustration but just as you were about to you felt a finger slip between your folds and into your heat.

 “Oh my god, yes!” The finger retreated only to sink into again and again. It felt good but it wasn’t enough. As if you spoke the words instead of thinking them another finger joined the first filling you even more just as the finger on your clit sped up.

 “Oh fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes.” You were close and they all seemed to know it because the mouths on your breasts sped and concentrated on your nipple giving you maximum sensation. The finger on your clit gave you a gentle pinch and your knees buckled but you were held steady by the loves of your life.

 “Look at me, Y/N.” Your eyes fluttered open and gazed into Jason’s which only intensified the pleasure you felt sending you over the edge and that is how your first orgasm happened, in a secure and loving circle of love and support.

 “God you’re so beautiful when you come Y/N,” Jason whispered. You were tied of foreplay now, you wanted more. You bit your bottom lip as Chadwick’s finger came to your lips.

 “Clean them off.” Eagerly you sucked his fingers clean of your juices all the while never looking away from Jason. You swirled your tongue around Chadwick’s fingers and moaned. You could see he was holding on by a thread.

 “Mmmm, I taste good.” Chris and Henry stood and once again you were in the middle with each of them looking at you as if you were the prey. It was fine by you. Slowly you dropped to your knees and looked up to all of them. You had their undivided attention.

 “Who can get undressed first?”

 Slowly they began removing their clothes piece by piece, none of them looked to be in a hurry. They were teasing you, dragging this out as long as they could. It was then you decided to make them regret it and their trick on you. henry was the first to be fully undressed. You turned to him and marveled at his impressively thick length bobbing before you.

 Slowly, you reach your hands for it you could tell he was holding his breath; it was evident by the tight clench of his jaw. Deciding to tease him, you pause before you touch it. The hesitation makes him groan. When you finally touch him, Henry lets out a guttural growl. The sound of it makes you bite your bottom lip. You begin pumping your hands along his need he drops his head back with his eyes shut. After a few stokes, you give in to your desire and lower your mouth onto his length fully nestling his cock in the tight tunnel of your throat.

 “Oh bollocks, love!” He jerks his hips forward just a bit sending his length a few centimeters deeper into your throat. You moan and slowly begin pleasing him. Henry’s moans become louder with every move you make.

 From the corner of your eye you could see Chadwick slowly stoking his need. Pulling your lips from Henry’s cock a loud “pop” fills the room accompanied by Henry’s loud grunt. Sliding to stoop before Chadwick you waste no time filling your mouth with him. Chadwick sucks in a breath and moans. Gazing up at him you locked eyes and continued using a few of the tricks in your book to have him buck his hips forward. Just when you knew he was craving more you pulled your mouth free and moved to Jason who was not standing next to Chadwick.

 “Mmm.” You ran your tongue on the underside of Jason’s dick before pulling back to spit into your palms. when you lowered your lips onto Jason’s swollen need you wrapped your hands around Henry’s and Chris’ cock and expertly stroked them. looking at Chadwick you continued teasing Jason. Chadwick then wrapped his own hand around his desire and stroked it for you.

 The only sounds in the bedroom were the sounds of four grown men moaning and whimpering, all at your mercy, all filled with desire and need for you. You’d never felt more powerful. You sped your lips and hands and added a flicks of your wrist and tongue.

 “Fuck Y/N. your mouth feels so fucking good.” You moaned your response and buried him deeper into your throat. That was when he gripped your head and began rocking his hips gently feeding you damn near every inch of his dick. Every thrust forward you moaned making you squeeze the two cocks in your hands.

 When you pulled back from him you did it with a slurp that had him shivering. Luckily you went back to Chadwick and nestled him deep in your throat suppressing your gag reflex. The action took him by surprise, and he groaned loudly. When you pulled back you lowered your mouth onto Chris’ waiting appendage. At the first touch of your mouth Chris hissed.

 “Oh god yes Y/N.”

 You wasted no time on foreplay, you could see the fire burning behind his eyes and felt how much he needed. It rivaled how much you needed. You were now impatient to feel them inside of you. you opened up your throat and sank him balls deep.

 “Fuck!” Chris bucked his hips surprising you and making you gag. You pulled back and a glob of spit fell from your mouth onto your chest.

 “Mmm.”

 You went back down the line giving each of them the attention they deserved, it was a big job but someone had to do it and you did it happily. You licked, sucked, slurped and deep throated each of them loving every minute they moaned, gasped, whimpered and shook. Before long they were each at your mercy and so close to the brink.

 You pulled back from Chadwick and gasped for air and wiped the corner of your mouth and chin. They were each stroking themselves gazing down at you on your knees covered in slobber.

 “Mmm, you taste good.”

 Henry held out his hand for you helping you to your feet and pulling you to him so he could passionately kiss you. you quickly got lost in the kiss a heavy “thwack” on your ass brought you back to reality. Behind you Jason bit his bottom lip and you knew just what to do. Walking to your family king size bed you sat down and watched each of them crawl onto the bed at different angles. Henry was to your right, Chris moved behind you, Chadwick was on your left and Jason right before you looking like the big bad wolf right before he said, “all the better to eat you with.”

 Your eyes slowly trailed over Jason’s body drinking in every muscular curve and tempting bulge. When your eyes landed on your prize for the night your teeth sank into your bottom lip. like a wolf stalking his prey Jason crept closer forcing you to slide back onto the bed. Your head dropped back onto the mattress and smiled seeing Chadwick’s dick bobbing over your head. Flexing it he made it bop you on the forehead. A wide grin spread across his face at that point.

 “Cute.”

 “I thought so,” he responded. Before you could get another word in you felt Jason’s lips latch onto your sex. You gasped loudly while arching your head back. Chadwick took the opportunity to stuff his dick right in your mouth muffling the moans that followed.

 Jason eagerly lapped between your legs going back and forth between fast flicks of his tongue and slow deliberate sucks on your sensitive pearl. You felt your hand being lifted and then placed on a cock. From the girth you knew it was Henry’s. another moan escaped you when Chadwick slipped another inch down your throat. Your grip tightened around Henry’s need as you stroked him. when you felt Chris’ length in your free hand you moved your hand in sync with the other and tried to synchronize your hands with your mouth keeping the same rhythm and pace.

 Jason switched his pace throwing your pace out of whack and making you lose your concentration and focus not to choke on Chadwick’s dick. Sensing that you were out of sync Chadwick pulled himself from your mouth in time for you to chough. Jason’s mouth stopped.

 “Are you okay?”

 “Don’t stop!” directing his back between your legs you rocked across his mouth using his face as your personal vibrator. Your moans got louder and louder. Soon you were arched onto your elbows holding his head by his long locks with one hand bucking your hips against his mouth. You could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching. The rest of them watched you enjoying the show.

 Beginning as a bright hot burning sensation in the pit of your stomach it unfurled to a rapidly spreading fire that engulfed your entire being sending spark after spark of electricity coursing through your legs and spasm after spasm of intense pleasure ripping through you.

 “Fuuuuuuck!” You screeched out while you shivered. Jason kept his lips firmly pressed to your soaking pussy giving you the most intense orgasm aftershocks you’d had in a long time. You clamped your thighs shut onto his head but he was not having it. he easily pried them apart and sucked forcefully on your clit sending your body into overdrive once again.

 “Oh my god. Fuck me!”

 “Who?” You looked at Chris pondering his question. You slowly looked at all of them and smirked mischievously.

 “All of you.”

 “I highly doubt you can take all of us tonight sweetheart,” Henry deduced. Your smile spread wider.

 “Are you sure about that? I did say you all owed me big time.”

 Each of them looked at each other speechless and shocked at what you were implying. Feeling impatient you didn’t wait for them to decide; instead you rose up and rotated poking your ass out to Chadwick and lowering your mouth onto Jason’s engorged heat. Jason’s reaction was instant, his hands clamped onto your head and he set the pace he wished you to go, and it wasn’t slow. You wiggled your ass for Chadwick again then pulled your mouth from Jason to look back to him.

 “I wanna feel you inside of me baby. Fuck me.” He smiled and rubbed his dick across your slit making you bit your bottom lip in anticipation.

 “You want this dick?”

 “Yes baby, I want that dick. Please.” In one smooth thrust he joined your bodies for the first time in a month. Jason turned your head in the same breath and pushed his dick back into your mouth.

 The pace Chadwick set was not a slow one. The way he filled you to the hilt sent you over the edge and you instantly came again. It was a tight fit, a fit you’d missed dearly. Every time he thrust into you the motion sent your mouth even further down Jason’s cock. It was like a seesaw, cause and effect and after a few minutes Jason was lost in his pleasure. Chadwick pulled from you with a loud grunt.

 After a few seconds, you felt the stretch of Henry sliding into you. You moaned again and savored the delicious stretch of your body trying to accommodate him. you knew you were out of practice and that it had been far too long. This was not the first night like this, the five of you had been in a relationship for five years now and have had many, many nights just like this one. Tonight though, it felt as if this was the first time. Henry’s grunts got louder and his thrusts sloppier before he sank into you to the hilt. You flung your head back and groaned.

 “Shit!” henry grabbed onto your shoulder and quickened his thrusts. In a matter of seconds another orgasm ripped through you making your head drop to the mattress which sent your ass even higher in the air.

 “Jesus Christ, Chris muttered. Henry pulled from you and made room for Chris to slowly push into you. this was his favorite position. He loved to watch the waves of your ass every time he slammed into you. With the first rough snap of his hips you gasped, on the second you groaned and by the third you shouted. 

“Mmm, Y/N.���

 You lifted your head in time to see two beautiful cocks in front of you. You swirled your tongue around one a few times and switched to the other. The way your body shook made it a little difficult to manage any well executed movements so you did the best you could. Your best was enough for them because their moans never stopped. After a few more thrusts you were unable to do anything but hold onto the sheets and incoherently blabber like a fool overdosed on pleasure.

 You didn’t even realize Chris had now moved to being underneath you until you felt one of them behind you. Looking back you locked eyes with Jason and knew what he intended. He paused and waited for your permission or refusal. Biting your bottom lip you nodded just as Chris rose up to give you a g-spot rattling thrust which had you squirting all over him.

 “Mmmm, wait, wait, wait.”

 Your body shook while everyone stopped moving giving you a small breather to catch your breath. After almost a full minute you looked back to Jason eyes lazy but full of desire. Chris pulled out from your heat and allowed Jason to slip inside for one, then two, and a third thrust before he slowly circled your second entrance. After a few moments of preparing you he slowly slipped the tip of his intrusion in sending a shiver across your skin. Slowly he fed you inch after inch until you couldn’t hold up your own body weight and you laid across Chris’ chest.

 You couldn’t process all the intense sensations you were feeling and it was just Jason slowly thrusting into you. his grunts got louder and louder. When you felt his hands grip your hips and squeeze you knew you were in for a pounding. Jason picked up his speed and it was then Chris continued rising into you. unable to move you just laid there letting the two men have their way with you, allowing them to bring you to the brink of pleasure. Your moans tumbled from you one after the other.

 A wave of intense pleasure washed over you and you sat up and rocked against the two of them and took Henry into your mouth and stroked Chadwick. Your entire bedroom was filled with the sound of wet skin slapping together, different volumes of moans and groans and the scent of sex, candles and roses. Chadwick grunted loudly and you knew he was about to come. As soon as you had the thought you felt spurt after spurt of his hot come coat the back of your throat.

 Moaning on him you swallowed every drop and tried to milk more. When he whimpered he fell back onto the bed plopping from your mouth. It was then you turned your attention to Henry wrapping your lips around him. You lifted your hand to his balls and slowly massaged him, the new sensation had Henry gripping your head and sinking deep into your mouth to release himself filling your mouth. Again, you didn’t waste any of it.

 With Henry and Chadwick down for the count you felt both Chris and Jason hold your body still as they both chased their own release. You shouted when their thrusts matched up with depth and speed. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and after a few thrusts you were gone, clenching around them dragging them down the rabbit hole of pleasure with you. they both shouted into the quiet room as they tried to bury themselves deeper and deeper.

 Soon you oprned your eyes to see the four of them above you.

 “Welcome back.”

 “Welcome--,” you began to find your throat dry, and your voice hoarse.

 “Have I told you how glad I am that this house is so far from any others? I think if there were neighbors we’d have several noise complaints by now,” Jason teased.

 “What—what happened?”

 “You passed out, love,” Henry filled in. your jaw dropped as you look from each of them. they all nodded answering the question in your eyes.

 “I told you that you couldn’t handle all of us tonight. It’s been too long,” Chris explained. In hindsight he was right, but you’d never let him know that.

 “I was going to take all the dick, or I’d die trying.” They all laughed loud. They knew by now you weren’t kidding.

 “Happy Valentine’s day baby,” Jason muttered. You smiled warmly at him and then at all of them.

 “I love you guys so much.” You intentionally locked eyes with all of them to emphasis just how much hoping they understood.

 “Go to sleep, you’re gonna need your energy,” Chadwick advised. you smiled.

 “Oh will I now?”

 “Yes, tomorrow we leave for four days in perfect seclusion in Napa and we have a month to make up for,” Henry informed.

 Your jaw dropped you didn’t know if you should feel excitement, anxiousness or fear.

 “Don’t worry, you’ll have something to fill that pretty mouth of yours soon enough,” Jason teased kissing you before he laid down. They all mirrored the same movements which had you a little confused.

 “Wait, you all have four days to go to Napa?”

 “Uh-huh, you said we owed you big right. We have four days to repay you,” Chris finished.

 You laid back down staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. Slowly you smiled, it was excitement you felt. In your head you repeated your words from before. Take all the dick or die trying.

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[mermaidcashton]

all the pretty girls

author: claire (@mermaidcashton) ship/AU: calum hood/luke hemmings, genderswap!AU prompt: “Kissing you is all I’ve thought about since the moment we met.”  wordcount: 1519 warnings: swearing, hint of sexual content  dedication: this one is for gay!sos group chat, and all the other wlw 5sos fans 💘 a/n: • so, i wanted wlw!5sos and established relationship, self-indulgent, domestic cuteness and i...think i have achieved that? lol • written for @maluminspace & @h0tsos​ ‘s 5sos fic writers collab (in which we all chose from a list of AU’s and had the above prompt quote to include - i will share the masterlist for you to see everyone elses when it’s finished!) • i do not give permission for this (or any of my writing) to be reposted, by anyone, on this or any other website. please don’t do it! • title from ‘honey’ by kehlani 

all the pretty girls ***

all the pretty girls in the world but i'm in this space with you 

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“Kissing you is all I’ve thought about since the moment we met.” “Oh!” Luke gasped, burying her head further into Calum’s shoulder. Calum was bemused. “Haven’t you seen this movie like ten times?” “Fuck,I think I’ve seen this movie ten times.” Calum would be seriously questioning her life choices if she hadn’t taken into account that every time she’d ever watched it, she’d had the hottest woman she’d ever met pressed against her. That seriously balanced the scales of shitty cinema, in Calum’s opinion. 

“It’s just so cute.” Luke sniffed. Calum pretended not to notice her wiping her nose on Calum’s sleeve; she looked cute enough in it to get away with almost anything.

Right now Luke was wearing avocado print pyjama shorts and Calum’s Santa Cruz sweatshirt (despite owning at least 300 separate items of clothing, in Calum’s most conservative estimations), with her blonde hair in a messy bun and the beginnings of a snotty nose. Her eyelashes were glossy with the tears she’d brushed away, and Calum thought she’d still be willing to watch every straight-to-video 00’s rom com ever made as long as it was what Luke wanted. 

“Does this seriously not make you emotional? He gave up Paris for her! Paris, Calum!” Luke whined, craning her neck to look up at Calum from her position under her arm, her lithe body laid across the sofa.  

Calum smirked. “Come on, babe; you know ‘Wall-E’ is the only movie that makes me feel anything.”

Luke rolled her eyes, but giggled all the same before pressing on insistently.  “It’s so romantic, though. Isn’t this the most romantic thing you’ve ever heard?” “No?” Calum scoffed, settling back against the mountain of cushions that seemed to grow every time they went to Ikea. Then it struck her. “Hang on, are you saying that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever heard?!” 

“Yeah…” Luke let out another dreamy sigh before stilling almost imperceptibly. Oh, shit.

“What?!” Calum said, already looking more indignant than the time Luke had accidentally cheered for Arsenal insead of Liverpool (“Your Liverpool shirt is red, Calum! What the hell is an away kit?! I hate football!”). “Obviously I wasn’t includi-” Luke tried to recover, but Calum was too far gone. “I write the sickest anniversary cards! My last Valentine’s Day card to you? Fuckin’ poetry, Luke! I mean, not literally because that’s lame as fuck, but I am romantic as shit!”

Calum knew that generally speaking, people would consider Luke to be the more romantic in the relationship. Everyone who lived within 5 miles of their apartment had probably heard Luke tell Calum she loved her, or seen her entwine their hands, or pout her lips for a kiss she had to have right that second, at least twice. She was more prone to posting photos of Calum on Instagram with captions that ranged from sweet to thirsty as hell. Every time she attempted to bake for Calum, it would almost always be using a heart-shaped mould or cutter she’d found at the pound shop down the street. And at Calum’s gigs, everyone always knew exactly where she was in the crowd because Luke was yelling about the incredibly sexy bassist with the best basslines in the history of bass at every possible moment. 

However, Calum thought her own brand of romance of just as valid, and Luke seemed to like it. Calum was a fan of surprising Luke with flowers, albeit wild bouquets of sunflowers and daisies rather than roses or peonies (“Wildflowers for my Wildflower.”), and of playing records on vinyl that she thought Luke would like - or that reminded her of her girlfriend - while they ate a dinner Calum had made from scratch because she’d seen a recipe online that she knew Luke would love. Calum also trusted Luke in a way that was rare for her, and lying in the dark of the their bedroom, speaking out loud things she’d never told anyone - childhood memories of her parents messy divorce, her deepest fears, greatest dreams, biggest secrets - whilst her girlfriend rubbed comforting circles over her hip and placed gentle kisses on her shoulder, felt intimate and special in a way Calum hoped Luke felt was romantic. And like she said - her card writing skills were sick.     

Luke sat up on the sofa, freeing herself from underneath Calum’s arm. She clicked the pause button on the remote, dropping it onto the rug as she threw her hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry, I take it back; you are the most romantic I only meant in, like, movies and stuff! Obviously you are the most romantic and beautiful and I love you!”

Calum sniffed, trying to keep her sad face on without breaking. “Obviously not, as I don’t have a European city to not go to for you…”  Luke saw her girlfriend’s mouth twitch at the corner. Right. She tucked her long legs underneath herself, settling back on the sofa as she spoke. “Like I said, I take it back - I was wrong.” 

Calum could count on one hand the amount of time she had heard Luke say those three words during their relationship, and was ready to celebrate a substantial victory, until she clocked the smile spreading across Luke’s face that spelled trouble.

Luke continued in a purposely casual voice. “The actual most romantic thing I’ve ever heard was on our third date, when you drank all those daiquiris and told me that one day you were gonna ‘fucking wife me’.” Calum groaned and tried to sink back into the sofa so it could swallow her whole; this plan was thwarted by all the Ikea cushions.

“Shut up, that wasn’t me. You must have me confused with your other girlfriend. I don’t even drink daiquiris.” Luke’s distinctive laugh filled Calum’s ears; she loved that sound (it was in her top 3 sounds that Luke made), but right now she felt so embarrassed at the memory of her nerves getting the better of her in a Tapas restaurant that she couldn’t really enjoy it.

“Maybe not anymore! But Ashton told me how much of the morning after you spent with your head in the toilet, so I guess it makes sense you gave them up.” Luke teased, her blue eyes bright with mischief.

“I hate Ashton.” Calum mumbled, with nowhere near as much heat as was currently in her cheeks.

Luke’s giggles had taken on a unmistakable air of victory; Calum could not let this stand.

“Right, that’s it; we’re watching ‘Pulp Fiction’!” Calum declared, leaning down to feel around on the floor in the dimly lit living room for the remote where Luke had abandoned it. “Noooo!” Luke whined, reaching out to grab Calum’s wrists as she rose in triumph. “Cal!” She pouted as she missed entirely. It had always made Calum laugh when Luke tried to overpower her in any way; she was clumsy, and she wasn’t quick or strong enough to get the jump on Calum, unless she cheated (which she often did). In the past, Calum had hoped Luke wouldn’t notice the way she clenched her thighs together when the blonde would wiggle against her, bite her lip, whine or pant. Inevitably, as their relationship had continued, Luke had become fully aware of the effect she had on Calum, and now employed her sexuality as a weapon against Calum whenever she deemed it necessary. Nowadays, she tended to cut to the chase, as she was now. Calum barely registered the remote being extracted from her slackening grip as Luke held the grey sweatshirt and her cropped pyjama top up above her chin with one hand. She did register Luke’s small but perfectly formed tits, and wondered briefly what they had been talking about. Luke didn’t let her clothes drop back down to cover her breasts until she’d already unpaused the movie and stashed the remote underneath the armrest on her side of the sofa. 

“That...was savage.” Calum deadpanned, shaking her head as she clambered to her feet. Luke put on her most innocent smile (which was not that innocent if you knew her as well as Calum did). “Do you want another drink?” “Yes please, gorgeous.” Luke replied with her eyes still fixed to the screen, her lips moving in the time with the actress on screen with the dodgy bangs. Calum rolled her eyes fondly before making her way to their small kitchen in search of rosé.

She didn’t notice it until she closed the fridge again, but Luke had responded. 

Earlier in the day, Luke had used their alphabet fridge magnets to spell out ‘BUY MORE MILK’. Upon seeing this just after lunch, Calum had immediately checked she had the right letters to arrange the obvious reply; ‘NO FUCK U’, giggling to herself the whole time she’d been doing it. She let out a snort, picking up the personalised wine glasses Michael had gifted them when they moved in together. She set off back towards the living room, idly thinking about what movie she was going to demand they put on when this torture was over.

‘NO U’.

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[marril96]

When in Rome...

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: Your and Rowena’s moment of fun is ruined when an alternate world hunter starts making unreasonable demands.

A/N: Set after 13x21.

Editor: @miss-moon-guardian​

*****

Things were hectic at the bunker, and if it wasn't for your and Rowena's tiny, same-private space, you would have gone insane. The two of you settled on a pair of chairs by the library, invisible to the swarm of people around you. It was more for your benefit like hers; Rowena could handle herself amongst people just fine, having done so for almost four hundred years.

As an introvert, you were finding it difficult. There was too much noise, too many people. They were like ants, swarming you, surrounding you, technically harmless but not enough for you to let your guard down. They may not have wished you harm, but the majority of them were still hunters. As such, they couldn't be trusted. Just because Rowena had helped them didn't mean they posed no threat. The two of you were witches, and that was enough for them to want you dead.

You were supposed to be on your way home by now. With the rift taken care of and everyone back home and safe, you and Rowena had done your part. But there were still a few things the Winchester needed help with and Sam had asked Rowena to stay for a while longer. She agreed, and thus you were stuck. You weren't going to leave her here alone, the only witch in a sea of humans. Leaving her alone had gotten her brutally tortured and murdered by Lucifer the year before, and from then on the two of you had agreed to stick together as much as you could. Where one went, the other followed.

"You have to work on your pronunciation," Rowena said. You were having difficulty with a spell and had asked her to help you out. Anything to pass the time.

"Gaelic is hard," you said.

"It is," Rowena agreed, sympathetic. She was a great teacher, endlessly patient, quick to calm you down every time you got into one of your I-quit moods. "Would it help if I wrote down the phonetics for you?"

"Yes, please!"

She smiled. "Alright." You handed her the piece of paper the spell was written on. She took a pen from the coffee table and started scribbling on the back. "When we get home, we're starting Gaelic lessons again."

"Okay." You'd handled Latin just fine, but could never grasp Gaelic. It was a difficult language to learn. Pronouncing it was all but impossible. "There's a language school in town. Maybe I should sign up for Gaelic lessons."

Rowena looked at you, deadpan, serious. "Don't insult me."

You grinned, which prompted a smile to break free on her mouth. "Just kidding. You're a good teacher."

She raised an eyebrow. "Just good?"

"Great. Awesome. Gorgeous." Her face lit up; the way to Rowena's heart was through flattery. "Sexy. Lovely. Adorable."

"Adorable?" she questioned.

"Most adorable." You booped her nose, and she scrunched up her face, confirming your words. Adorable. Adorablest. Goodness, you loved her! "God, you're so precious!"

She playfully smacked your arm, cheeks flaming, red as her hair. "Am not."

You pouted. "Ow! No violence!"

"Then behave."

"So mean."

"That's right. I'm mean. Not adorable, and certainly not precious."

"Sure." Your tone was dripping with sarcasm. Rowena rolled her eyes with all the drama of a theater actress, a practiced, seasoned one. "Think I'll ever be as powerful as you?"

The thought came to you out of nowhere, though it wasn't the first time you'd pondered it. Rowena was a powerful witch. One of the most powerful witches in the world. Was it possible for you to acquire such power? Birth hadn't gifted you nearly half of it, but was it possible to amplify what you had? Was practice and studying enough? Or would you forever be a regular witch, no different than any other in the crowd?

You were okay with being ordinary, but it would be a lie to say you didn't aspire to be like Rowena. The woman could make gods fall to their knees, could make archangels tremble in their vessels. One word, and what she wanted was hers. Who wouldn't want to be like her?

Many witches would kill for a chance to study under her. You were dating her. All you had to do was ask, and all her knowledge, gathered through centuries of hardship, was yours.

You just needed skill to harness it.

"Aye," Rowena said without a moment's hesitation. Completely and utterly sure of her response, as if you'd asked if the sky was blue or if bees made honey. She just knew it, and she was certain of it, and it made your heart swell up with warmth. "You're a natural-born witch, just like me. You're skilled, and you work hard." A smirk grazed her lips. "You have a great teacher, after all. I don't see why you wouldn't be like me. Power is taken, not given. Remember that, dear. I was born with potential, just like you. It was up to me what I did with it, and I made the most with it because why wouldn't I? It was mine for the taking."

She made it sound so easy. So effortless. Want? Take. Have. The end. If only you were gifted with such confidence. If only you were so sure of your capabilities. You weren't a bad witch by any means, but your power was still raw. Untamed. You still struggled. In comparison to Rowena, you were a peasant.

To be fair, almost every witch was a peasant in comparison to her, but that didn't make you feel any better about yourself.

"You're really good at pep talks, you know that?" you joked, trying to lighten the glum mood that befell you. No use beating yourself up over something trivial. After all, it was just magic. Your magic, that worked perfectly fine the way it was. However much you wanted it, you didn't need limitless power. You weren't helpless; you could defend yourself if you were in need. You could fight. You could have fun. So what if you couldn't seek out and kill reapers? It didn't make you any less of a witch, no matter what your insecurities said.

"Shut up!" Rowena said, a traitorous giggle — one of the most adorable, precious sounds she could make — escaping her mouth.

"You should pursue it as a career," you teased.

It earned you a glare that had to have killed before. The kind that scared everyone but you because you knew her enough to know she was all bark and no bite. A yappy puppy that loved to put on an act in attempts to be tough, all the while melting into a puddle at the softest touch.

You pecked the tip of her nose and blew her a kiss as she shot you another glare. The corners of her mouth twitched; she kept it shut, lips a thin line, giggles begging for freedom that would never come.

"You know what my favorite spell is?" Your eyes wandered to a bookshelf across from you, right behind Rowena. You focused on the spine of a random book; a leather-bound one, with neat writing and intricate lines trailing around the letters. As old as you and Rowena combined, possibly older. Beautiful in that way old, well-loved books were. Your hands rose up in the air, palms open, and you said, "Liber."

Magic stirred within you, a warm, comforting rush of delight, and the book shot out from the shelf, straight into your waiting hands. Your mouth dissolved into a grin as you clutched the book to your chest, heart brimming with pride, with wonder. No matter how many times you performed the same spell, it never ceased to amaze you.

"Lazy-arse," Rowena commented.

You shrugged. "Why should I get up when I can just say the word — Liber—" you glanced at another book, and it, too, jumped into your hands "—and voila! It's here."

Rowena shook her head. "I should have never taught you that spell."

"Hey!" you protested. "I'm a practical girl."

"You're a lazy girl."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

She sighed, shaking her head.

"It's fun and you know it! Liber!" This time it was a journal, written almost a century ago by some Man of Letters. You set it on your lap, atop the other two books. Rowena couldn't help it — she chuckled, and you shot her a smug glance. "Told ya."

"It's not—"

"Could you stop?"

The two of you looked up, startled by the unknown voice. A man was staring at you. He was tall, hair a scruffy brown, clothes hanging on him like curtains — Sam and Dean's borrowed flannel, too big for his skinny frame.

Rowena frowned. "Beg pardon?"

"Could you stop doing magic?" His voice was strained. Politeness as fake as the smile he was trying to put on. "Please."

"We're not doing anything bad," you said, baffled by the request. Unsure how to approach it. "We're just having fun."

He swallowed. Cleared his throat. Swallowed again. "Could you please not do it?"

Why did that please sound so accusatory? So insulting? As if he wanted to call you a bad word and opted for a pleasantry instead, hoping you wouldn't notice.

"Why should we not?" Rowena asked, daring him to shed the mask and say exactly what was on his mind. Challenging him the way she always did, never one to back down.

"It's making me uncomfortable," the man said.

Rowena raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"We're not doing anything to you," you said. You didn't even know his name. Up until now, you'd never seen him before in your life. Plenty of people had rushed in through the gate; you were more focused on Rowena, tired, at the end of her strengths, than the swarms of strangers bursting in through the rift.

"I don't like magic."

The man's cheeks flushed, a faint tint of shame staining them red. It was hard to believe he had any shame, saying things like that. For all you knew, it was as fake as everything else about him.

"Or witches." Instantly, pulling on a ridiculous smile, he added, "No offense."

People always said that, as if the phrase somehow made the blatantly offensive thing less offensive. As if it made it okay just because someone said (and lied through their teeth) they didn't mean it.

You stared at him, flabbergasted. Rowena's face was the picture of offense, but there was a flicker of amusement in the small smile on her mouth. She'd heard it all before. All the worst insults, she knew by heart. Nothing surprised her anymore. The audacity of the man, though, made her want to curse him right then and there (you could see it in her eyes, the desire to let her magic roam free, to unleash it upon him), but she kept herself in check. No need to make a scene — yet — over an insolent man.

"I don't mind you… doing whatever it is you do," he said. "Just, please, don't do it in front of me."

"Then don't look," Rowena said simply.

He tilted his head. "What?"

"If our magic bothers you so much, don't look at it. Surely you are able to look away?"

A nervous smile. "In my world, witches—" the word was spat out as if it were dirty, foul "—don't hang around hunters. And they don't use their magic around us, if they know what's good for them."

Was that a threat?

"This isn't your world, is it?" Rowena said, cold as ice. Tone a thinly-veiled threat.

"I'm just saying I'm not used to seeing magic being used so openly," the man said with an innocent shrug.

You couldn't resist a retort. "And we're not used to being threatened so openly." Two could play this game.

"I'm not threatening you."

"Yes, you are." You weren't going to back down, either. Rowena had taught you well. Alone, you would have cowered, maybe ran away, but with her there, you had nothing to fear. She wouldn't let anything happen to you. She wouldn't let a stranger — an ungrateful hunter — lay a finger on you. "Leave us alone."

He held up his hands, a feigned surrender. "I'm not doing anything to you. I just want you to stop using magic around me."

Looking him straight in the eyes, you held out a hand to your side and exclaimed, "Liber!" The book — a random paperback — flew perfectly into your palm. Not taking your eyes off the man, you laid it on the others in your lap. Does this bother you? your gaze said. Challenged. Dared. Does it make you uncomfortable?

It apparently did for he shifted his feet awkwardly and took a large breath. "Please, don't do that. I don't want you any harm. I just don't want to be around magic."

"You're the one who approached us," you pointed out.

A gulp. "Like I said, in my world—"

Rowena cut him off. "Shall we find you a way to go back?"

He stared, baffled. "What?"

"You seem to miss your world. Would you like us to help you go back?"

"Wha-that's not what I'm saying!"

"Witches fear you in your world, do they not? Isn't that what you want?"

"I don't… that's not what this is about. I don't want you to fear me!" The tone of his voice, his demeanor, the flicker in his eyes said otherwise. "Just stop using magic! How hard is that?"

"You didn't mind our magic when it kept the rift open for you and your people to come here," you said. "Maybe we should've let it close and left you in that war-torn shithole."

A vein on his forehead popped, face flushing an angry red. "I didn't ask for your help!"

"Why'd you come here, then? You could've stayed home. No magic there."

"You don't know what it's like to see everything you've ever known destroyed. The people you grew up with dead. Your home shattered to pieces."

"Sounds horrible." It truly did. "Seems you're better off here. With witches."

"I'm not used to your kind."

"Get used to us, then."

"Your kind is unnatural." He spat it as if it were filth.

There we go. "So you do have a problem with witches." Surprise, surprise.

"I don't want you here," he said. As if his opinion held weight. As if he had any say in the matter.

You couldn't hold back a laugh. "Sam and Dean are our friends." Acquaintances? Allies? Who was counting anymore? "We've been here long before you. If that bothers you, why don't you leave? You're living here for free. You're wearing Sam and Dean's clothes and eating their food. You don't get to make any demands."

"Who are you to talk to me like that?" he spat. "You're just a witch!"

"And you're an ungrateful bastard!"

"Watch your mouth!"

"Or what?" Rowena said. "What are you going to do, boy?"

The hunter leaned in as if to whisper a secret. "Sam and Dean won't always be around."

"That's right," Rowena told him, looking him straight in the eyes. Making her own threat clear. "They won't."

He laughed. "You're pretty feisty for a witch. Knew a few of them just like you. At the end, they were all begging for mercy."

"I don't beg."

"Yet."

"Leave us alone!" you shouted, purposely loud, having had enough of this. You'd agreed to stay on Sam's behest, but you'd never signed up to be harassed. You weren't going to let some lowly hunter threaten you.

All the chatter in the Bunker instantly stopped. Heads turned your way. Eyes observed you, curious, confused. The hunter froze at the sudden attention, caught off guard.

"Is everything okay?" Sam asked, walking over.

"This guy's threatening us," you said.

"What?" He eyed the hunter, who put his hands up.

"She's lying."

"She is not," Rowena said. "This nit won't leave us be."

"Is that true?" Sam asked him.

The hunter sighed. "They were using magic. I just told them to knock it off."

"We were just having fun," you said.

"And I told you I don't want you to use magic around me!"

"It was a simple bloody spell to pick up books!" Rowena snapped. "We weren't hexing anyone!"

Sam looked from the two of you over to him. "What's the problem?"

"The problem is, they're witches!" the hunter said. "How can you let them into your house?"

"They're friends," Sam said defensively.

"They're witches." His face twisted with disgust. "And they were using magic. Doesn't that bother you?"

"No. They weren't doing anything wrong."

"Their entire existence is wrong."

"Fuck you!" you spat.

"Okay," Sam said, holding up his hands. "Okay, let's all calm down."

It was easy for him to say. He wasn't the one being insulted.

"I want them gone," the hunter said.

Sam turned to him. "They're not going anywhere. Like I said, they're friends, and we need them."

"I don't need them."

"That's fine, but this is Dean and I's home. They're welcome here." He pointed up the stairs. "If you don't like it, there's the door."

Warmth swelled in your chest. Rowena smirked victoriously.

The hunter was flabbergasted. "Are you seriously siding with witches over a hunter?"

"Yeah," Sam said without a flicker of a doubt. "I am. They've helped us a lot. If it weren't for them, the rift would have closed and none of us would be here right now. I understand your reservations, but they're not bad people."

"You're crazy! This world is crazy!" Sam shrugged. The hunter rolled his eyes. "Suit yourself. I'm not hanging around witches."

He slid up the stairs and slammed the door on his way out so hard the walls shook. You sighed in relief. Good riddance.

"What was that all about?" Dean asked, emerging from the kitchen with a sandwich in his hands.

"One of the other world guys didn't like our rules," Sam said.

"Sucks to be him," Dean commented, took a bite out of his sandwich, and went back to the kitchen.

"You guys okay?" Sam asked.

"Aye," Rowena said. "A wee hunter doesn't scare us."

"Sorry about that. Most of the guys are really nice. I swear, this won't happen again."

You sure hoped so.

"Don't worry about us, Samuel. We're big girls."

You nodded, though it felt nice to know the Winchesters — for once in your life— were completely on your side.

"You're always welcome here," he said.

"We know," Rowena said. "Do you happen to have any more of that scotch from last night?"

Sam laughed. "Sure. I'll get you some."

"It would be much appreciated."

You quirked up an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

She shrugged. "That nincompoop exhausted me. I need a drink."

You supposed that was fair. Maybe you could snag a glass as well.

And, hopefully, you could head home soon.

As welcoming as the Winchesters were, there was no place like home.

*****

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[servingupsurveys]

cherry - what is your sexuality?

I’M A BISEXUAL. (okay soo I forgot the caps was on but I’m leaving it because it’s honestly a mood)

lollipop - favorite makeup products?

Morphe, Tarte, Naked, Elf.

daydreams - if you could be anything or anyone, who would you be?

I’d be a musician that doesn’t have to survive on customer service jobs.

october - what month were you born in?

September... 12th. I did know a girl who’s birthday was on September 11th.

caress - do you like to snuggle?

Yes...with the right person. I’m basically a cactus to anyone who isn’t my significant other.

ivory - describe your pajamas?

Red flannel pajama pants with a worn out teeshirt that I wouldn’t wear out of the house.

golden - favorite stationary product?

Planners. I like to pretend my life is put together.

freckles - most-worn article of clothing?

Graphic tees.

twilight - best friend?

I’m not cool enough for one of those.

silk - do you like k-pop?

I’m obsessed with Blackpink.

poppy - favorite pastel color?

Pastel blue and purple.

dimples - most attractive features of a person’s face?

Eyes and smile.

sunkissed - autumn or spring?

Spring

buttery - favorite snack?

Cottage cheese.

whisper - how much sleep do you get?

Anywhere from 5-12 hours.

pencil - do you own a journal?

No. I don’t have the attention span to keep up with one.

cupcake - are you a good cook?

I’ve been told.. but I hate doing it.

honey - favorite term of endearment?

my boyfriend calls me “love”.

clouds - describe one of your favorite dreams?

meh. I honestly don’t have one that stood out to me.

velvet - who was your first crush?

Dylon from 1st grade. My art teacher confiscated my stuffed bunny so he reached up to grab it.

paper - favorite children’s book?

Junie B. Jones.

peaches - do you have a skincare routine?

Nothing other than the occasional facial mask.

mochi - favorite studio ghibli film?

Don’t have one.

backyard - did you ever have an imaginary friend?

When I was 3, I had an imaginary friend named Jack.

strawberry - favorite fruit?

Bananas

kiss - have you ever kissed a friend?,

Yes. When I was 6/7, me and my childhood best friend used to have pretend weddings and kiss eachother. We haven’t talked about it... honestly I don’t want to embarrass her because she’s actually straight.

nightlight - do you read before bed?

Sometimes.

shampoo - favorite scent?

Vanilla or citrus.

skin - what distant relative are you closest to?

My 2nd cousin Kari. Anytime we get together, we’re basicially inseperable.

aphrodite - favorite actress/actor?

Rachel Mcadams.

cuddles - do you have any pets?

A chihuahua.

lace - if you own any dresses, which is your favorite?

My floral pink dress I bought from Torrid.

sheets - sanrio or san-x characters? Sanrio.. I never heard of San-x until now but I grew up on Hello Kitty so.

cream - frozen yogurt flavor?

cookie dough.

watermelon - do films ever make you cry?

Titantic or The Fault In Our Stars are the movies that I will intentionally put on when I feel I’m bottling up my emotions.

sapphos - favorite poet?

Rupi Kaur.

plush - how many stuffed animals do you still own?

like 9 or 10.

roses - what flower do you find most beautiful?

tulips are gorgeous.

sweetheart - favorite mug/cup?

I have a cup with a bunch of musical notes on it.

sunset - what are your pronouns?

She/her.

[if-i-had-a-castle]

do em all, coward (soft asks)

cherry - what is your sexuality?

A Bunch of vauge question marks that basically equal not at all straight

lollipop - favorite makeup products?

I’m a bitch for mascara

daydreams - if you could be anything or anyone, who would you be?

I just want to be a faerie that can live around the forest and mess with anyone who annoys me

october - what month were you born in?

Am a March baby

caress - do you like to snuggle?

So many, so much, its my favourite

ivory - describe your pajamas?

Whatever tshirt I grab and a pair of pajama shorts

golden - favorite stationary product?

I love cute little post it notes

freckles - most-worn article of clothing?

Probably my favorite sweatpants

twilight - best friend?

My bestie, Courtney

silk - do you like k-pop?

I better or I am an admin on the wrong blog

poppy - favorite pastel color?

Lavander, like my hair rn

dimples - most attractive features of a person’s face?

Not to be completely cliche but I really enjoy peoples eyes

sunkissed - autumn or spring?

Spring I guess, but i love both

buttery - favorite snack?

Cheese

whisper - how much sleep do you get?

Somewhere between 3 and 8 hours a night

pencil - do you own a journal?

Yeah but I dont use it often

cupcake - are you a good cook?

I’m a better baker than a cook but I’m not bad

honey - favorite term of endearment?

I use babe and my love a lot

clouds - describe one of your favorite dreams?

I was chased by a minatour and then offered as tribute to the moon goddess

velvet - who was your first crush?

I honestly cant remember

paper - favorite children’s book?

Inkheart, it was everything I wanted as a child

peaches - do you have a skincare routine?

I occasionally moisturize

mochi - favorite studio ghibli film?

Princess Mononoke

backyard - did you ever have an imaginary friend?

Nope

strawberry - favorite fruit?

Probably Oranges or Strawberries

kiss - have you ever kissed a friend?,

Yeah, in like middle school

nightlight - do you read before bed?

Always

shampoo - favorite scent?

Im not sure

skin - what distant relative are you closest to?

My cousin Brygette i think

aphrodite - favorite actress/actor?

I don’t know, Tom Holland maybe?

cuddles - do you have any pets?

Yup I have 2 dogs

lace - if you own any dresses, which is your favorite?

I have a couple, my favorite is my maxi dress with pockets, POCKETS!!

sheets - sanrio or san-x characters?

Sanrio (admittedly I had to look up what this mean)

cream - frozen yogurt flavor?

Chocolate

watermelon - do films ever make you cry?

Im a crybaby so all the time

sapphos - favorite poet?

I’m basic so Robert FRost

plush - how many stuffed animals do you still own?

Three or four I think

roses - what flower do you find most beautiful?

Orchids are really gorgeous

sweetheart - favorite mug/cup?

I have a doctor who mug that holds so much coffee/tea/hot chocolate

sunset - what are your pronouns?

I typically use she/her/hers but gender isn’t something i identify with so I am good with most pronouns

[zuckerplum]

I want to ask all the soft asks except for October, Sunset, and Cuddles! If I can't ask all of them, then I'll take Freckles, Clouds, Paper, Sheets, and Roses. Please and thank you.

I’m gonna toss this under a read-more because probably no one besides you wants to see this, anon x3

cherry - what is your sexuality?

ehh, i go back and forth on this often, but I think I’m biromantic, but asexual.

lollipop - favorite makeup products?

i don’t really use any make up, honestly. i very occasionally play around with lipstick, but i think it makes my mouth look super small, and i don’t have the discipline to remove make up at the end of a day or event!

daydreams - if you could be anything or anyone, who would you be?

legit, my answer’s the same as when i was like 7, i would be a dog in a heartbeat. especially my boss’ dogs, they’re so spoiled and loved!

caress - do you like to snuggle?

i super do, but i can have a lotta problems actually like, knowing when i want to until i am sitting in my room realizing all i wanna do is cuddle someone and watch a movie.

ivory - describe your pajamas?

i wear pretty much whatever i wore that day minus pants, but i do have a beauty and the beast nightshirt and a fleecy pair of pants with olaf from frozen on them.

golden - favorite stationary product?

i got these extremely cute pens from wish, and they have little cat heads and tails on the caps! they’re very nice to write with!

freckles - most-worn article of clothing?

i have a really boring blue hoodie that a wear a lot. i imagine that’ll change as the summer smashes into us, but!

twilight - best friend?

this is honestly really hard because i only talk to a few people anymore, and i’d be hard pressed not to call them all my best friends. (so that’s kristy, phillip, andy…)

silk - do you like k-pop?

i really, really wanna get into kpop, but unlike when i was a raging weeaboo, i no longer have any idea where to start!

poppy - favorite pastel color?

a pastel kind of laffy-taffy banana yellow! somewhere around FDFD97?

dimples - most attractive features of a person’s face?

is it super sappy and predictable if i say smile? cheeks, eyes…

sunkissed - autumn or spring?

autumn, 100%

buttery - favorite snack?

pizza rolls boyyyye

whisper - how much sleep do you get?

legit anywhere from 3 hours to like 16 depending on if i have work and if i’m likely to get a migraine from it.

pencil - do you own a journal?

i don’t, i never know what to journal about. i do have a venting-ish blog though, although i don’t link to it anywhere.

cupcake - are you a good cook?

i’m a better baker than i am a cook, but i make a mean tuna melt!

honey - favorite term of endearment?

darling, for sure. babe is also real good, and i use both on my friends.

clouds - describe one of your favorite dreams?

i have such a poor memory, i don’t remember any, assuming you mean sleeping dreams.

velvet - who was your first crush?

i fall in love with like all of my friends, but the first crush that was on anyone worthwhile was my best friend kristy, which probs started in middle school, haha.

paper - favorite children’s book?

where the red fern grows by wilson rawls. it makes me cry every time.

peaches - do you have a skincare routine?

no, if i die i die.

mochi - favorite studio ghibli film?

howl’s moving castle, although i also enjoy the original book! (and i actually enjoy the sequel book even more!)

backyard - did you ever have an imaginary friend?

more than having an imaginary friend, i had imaginary dogs. they’d do things like help pull the cart in the store, or run alongside the car when we were going somewhere!

strawberry - favorite fruit?

hm, a well-ripened kiwi is really hard to beat!

kiss - have you ever kissed a friend?,

i don’t think so, not one i wasn’t dating.

nightlight - do you read before bed?

sometimes, but it’s usually fanfiction if i do.

shampoo - favorite scent?

musk stuff, usually. peppermint, too~

skin - what distant relative are you closest to?

absolutely none of them.

aphrodite - favorite actress/actor?

THIS IS SO HARD?? like, i guess maybe andrew scott or anne hathaway? i am madly in love with anne hathaway, but i still adore andrew scott.

lace - if you own any dresses, which is your favorite?

i’m sure i own some, but i don’t remember them, whoops.

sheets - sanrio or san-x characters?

i think i have to pick sanrio because i love aggretsuko so much.

cream - frozen yogurt flavor?

i don’t think i’ve ever knowingly had froyo?

watermelon - do films ever make you cry?

all the damn time. romcom? check. dog movie? check. children’s movie where the good guys win even though you knew they were gonna? check. shazam? check.

sapphos - favorite poet?

i am very, very bad at reading poetry, unfortunately i don’t think i have one.

plush - how many stuffed animals do you still own?

still own? well over a dozen, i’d guess, never mind the ones i buy nowadays!

roses - what flower do you find most beautiful?

i think carnations are gorgeous, they look so soft.

sweetheart - favorite mug/cup?

i have a few! i have a mug from stranger things with bob newby on it (played by sean astin) that says ‘easy peasy’, a small, somewhat metal-feeling cup with the original comic art for annie and sandy, and she’s saying leapin’ lizards. my other favourite off the top of my head is one i stumbled on at target that was, i think, for valentine’s day. it says mr. fantastic on it!

[whyamistill-writingpages]

Taylor Swift’s Revenge/Screw the Haters/Doing My Own Thing Songs Soundtrack

1. Picture to Burn

“So watch me strike a match on all my wasted time--as far as I’m concerned, you’re just another PICTURE TO BURN.”

2. Cold as You

“Now that I’m sitting here thinking it through, I’ve never been anywhere cold as you.”

(a break-up song, but I still think it counts--that line lands it here)

3. You’re Not Sorry

“You don’t have to call anymore--I won’t pick up the phone.”

4. Change

“These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down. This revolution, the time will come for us to finally win. And we’ll sing HALLELUJAH”

5. Mean

“Someday I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me, and all you’re gonna be is mean.”

“All you are is mean, and a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life, and MEAN.”

6. Better Than Revenge

“She underestimated just who she was stealing from ... There’s nothing I do BETTER than REVENGE.”

7. Long Live

“Long live all the mountains we moved, I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you ... And bring on all the pretenders. One day, we will be remembered.”

8. Girl at Home

“I just want to make sure you understand perfectly you’re the kind of man who makes me sad.”

(Tellin’ it like it is--even though it’s not a revenge song, @taylorswift is standing her ground, so I think it fits here.)

9. Welcome to New York

“When we first dropped our bags on apartment floors, took our broken hearts, put them in a drawer”

(In this song, Taylor is truly standing on her own--this song is about nothing but independence and her love for the new city she’s living in. HAS to be on the playlist.)

10. Blank Space

“I’ve got a long list of ex-lovers; they’ll tell you I’m INSANE. But I’ve got a blank space, baby, and I’ll write your name.”

(As Taylor revealed in interviews, she wrote this song in response to all the lies published about her dating life. Can’t stick it to the haters any better, Tay:).)

11. Shake It Off

“I stay out too late, got nothin’ in my brain--that’s what people say.”

“I’m dancing on my own. I’ll make the moves up as I go. And that’s what they don’t know.”

“Haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate ... baby, I’m just gonna shake shake shake shake shake, shake it off.”

12. Bad Blood

“Still got scars on my back from your knife, so don’t think it’s in the past. These kind of wounds they last and they last.”

“Baby, now we got bad blood ... so take a look at what you’ve done.”

“Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes. You say sorry just for show.”

13. Clean

“Ten months older, I won’t give in. Now that I’m clean I’m never gonna risk it.”

(About growing up and moving on. A++)

14. New Romantics

“I could build a CASTLE out of all the BRICKS they threw at me.”

“We cry tears of mascara in the bathroom. Honey, life is just a classroom.”

“The rumors are terrible and cruel but, honey, most of them are true.”

15. ...Ready for It?

“Knew I was a robber first time that he saw me, stealin’ hearts and runnin’ off and never sayin’ sorry.”

“Island breeze and lights down low, no one has to know.”

“If I’m a thief than he can join the heist.”

(This song belongs on every playlist.)

16. End Game

“And you know good and bad end up in a song.”

“I know what they all say, but I ain’t tryna play.”

“I bury hatchets but I keep maps to WHERE i PUT THEM.”

(Subtly throwin’ shade.)

17. I Did Something Bad

“I play ‘em like a violin, and I make it look oh-so-easy, ‘cause for every lie I tell them, they tell me THREE.”

“If he drops my NAME then I ow him NOTHING. If he spends MY CHANGE, then he had it COMING.”

“They’re burning ALL THE WITCHES, even if you AREN’T ONE. They’ve got their proof--their receipts and reasons.”

18. Look What You Made Me Do

“I don’t like your little games”

“I don’t like your perfect crime, how you laugh when you LIE.”

“I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time. Honey I ROSE UP FROM THE DEAD I DO IT ALL THE TIME.”

“I don’t trust nobody, and nobody trusts me ... I’ll be the actress starring in your BAD DREAMS.”

(All the quotes from this song, basically...)

19. This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

“Because you break them, I had to take them away.”

“Did you think I wouldn’t hear all the things you said about me?”

“you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand. And therein lies the issue: friends don’t try to trick you, get you on the phone and mind-twist you. And so I took an axe to a mended fence.”

“If only you weren’t so SHADY.”

“Here’s to you...because forgiveness is a nice thing to do... HAHAHAHA I CAN’T EVEN SAY IT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE!!!”

(gorgeous execution)

20. Call It What You Want

“All the liars are calling me one.”

“All the drama queens takin’ swings. All the jokers dressin’ up as kings.”

“He really knows me, which is more than THEY can say.”

And that wraps up our Tay Tay Revenge (among other things) Playlist. Hope you enjoy<3

[stepdownonhell]

Questions, questions

1: How tall or short do you wish you were? A:I’m fine with my height:) 2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not) A: A ferret  3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? A: Grunge/Indie. Or basic white bitch 4: What was your favorite video game growing up? A:Can’t remember  5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: My hawt bf, a certain amazing, gorgeous girl that’s my cute lil rabbit ♥, and my future. 6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? A: “Warning asshole” 7: What is your opinion on Trump]? A: Kill it.  8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic] A: Sometimes Sanguine (Rarely tho lmao. working on it sh) But Phlegmatic mostly.  9: Are you ticklish? A: Uhhhh..no? 10: Are you allergic to anything? A: Cute rats. sad.

11: What’s your sexuality? A: Pansexual (save the pan jokes) 12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? A: Coffee  13: Are you a cat or dog person? A: Dog 14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? A: A very tall elf. 15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? A: Zane Hijazi 16: How tall are you? A: 5′10 17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? A: Octavia 18: How much do you weigh? A: Too much. 19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? A: Yes 20: Do you like space or the ocean more? A: Space. 21: Are you religious? A: Religion? What’s that? 22: Pet peeves? A: Everything a human can do with their nails. flick flick  23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal? A: Who doesn’t wanna be a vampire? 24: Favorite constellation? A: Aquarius  25: Favorite star?  A: Sirius 26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? A: No 27: Any phobias or fears? A: Spiders 28: Do you think global warming is real? A: Maybe? 29: Do you believe in reincarnation? A: Depends 30: Favorite movie? A: Love, Simon 31: Do you get scared easily? A: Naaah 32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime? A: 15 33: Who do you hate most? A: Um, trump and a certain some one. 34: What is a color that calms you? A: Yellow 35: Where would you like to travel and/or live? A: I would like to travel to the UK(And live there but..) I would wanna live in Cali.  36: Where were you born? A: A very cold place. 37: What is your eye color? A: Dark brown 38: Introvert or extrovert? A: Introvert. Why do you think I’m on tumblr? 39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? A: Yeah boy. 40: Hugs or kisses? A: Um neither, gross. 41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? A: My love 42: Who is someone you love deeply? A: My sweet boi 43: Any piercings you want? A: My septum plz. I need her back in my life 44: Do you like tattoos and piercings? A: Yes 45: Do you smoke or have you ever done so? A: I don’t smoke, but I have ew. 46: Talk about your crush, if you have one! A: I gots a mans honey 47: What is a sound you really hate? A: NAIL FLICKING 48: A sound you really love? A: My mans voice ;) 49: Can you do a backflip? A: no but how rad would that be? 50: Can you do the splits? A: ^ 51: Favorite actor and/or actress? A: Idkkk 52: Favorite movie? A: You asked me this already 53: How are you feeling right now? A: Nostalgic  54: What color would you like your hair to be right now? A: Blue 55: When did you feel happiest? A: When I went to Florida. 56: Something that calms you down? A: Talking  57: Have any mental disorders? A: Um 58: What does your URL mean? A: That’s a secret ;) 59: What three words describe you the most? A: Nostalgic, Lonely, unproductive.  60: Do you believe in evolution? A: Yes 61: What makes you unfollow a blog? A: If they’re a douche 62: What makes you follow a blog? A: If they’re rad 63: Favorite kind of person: The nice kind. Only in stores. 64: Favorite animal(s): Rats :) N snakes 65: Name three of your favorite blogs. I follow noone;) 66: Favorite emoticon: Emojis r gross 67: Favorite meme: Whats a me me  68: What is your MBTI personality type? A: Whut 69: What is your star sign? A: Sagittarius  70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? A: Yes 71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most? A: Red and white adorable, soft ass crop top, with my black skinnies. 72: Post a selfie or two? A: Neither  73: Do you have platform shoes? A: Wishing 74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? A: I wanted to be a ballet dancer or a scientist.   75: Can you do a front flip? A: No 76: Do you like birds? A: Yes 77: Do you like to swim? A: ofc 78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? A: Swimming 79: Something you wish didn’t exist: Anti lgbt + trump 80: Some thing you wish did exist: Teleportation my dear 81: Piercings you have? A: First+second lobe, nose. 82: Something you really enjoy doing: Makeup 83: Favorite person to talk to: My boiii 84: What was your first impression of Tumblr? A: gey  85: How many followers do you have? A: 0 86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? A: 10:01 87: Do your socks always match? A: Not a chance 88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? A: Nope 89: What are your birthstones? A: Tealllll? 90: If you were an animal, which one would you be? A: a birb 91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? A: A white rose 92: A store you hate? A:  Hyvee? 93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? A: 6 lmao  94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? A: read minds 95: Do you like to wear camo? A: Depends 96: Winter or summer? A: Summer 97: How long can you hold your breath for? A: 57 seconds 98: Least favorite person? A: a certain person 99: Someone you look up to: My boiii 100: A store you love? A: Spencers 101: Favorite type of shoes A: Converse 102: Where do you live? A: not ur biz 103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? A: No 104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? A: Um idk 105: Do you drink milk? A: No i think it’s gross 106: Do you like bugs? A: no 107: Do you like spiders? A: do u even have to ask? n O 108: Something you get paranoid about? A: Everything 109: Can you draw: No lol 110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? A: do yOU PLAY BASKETBALL??????????? 111: A question you hate being asked? A: ^ 112: Ever been bitten by a spider? A: probably 113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? A: yes 114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? A: Cloudy  115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: the boi :( 116: Favorite cloud type:  Arcus cloud 117: What color do you wish the sky was?  A: Yellow 118: Do you have freckles? A: I wish 119: Favorite thing about a person: Smile or humor 120: Fruits or vegetables? A: Fruits 121: Something you want to do right now: dieieieeie 122: Is the ocean or sky prettier? A: Both are endless  123: Sweet or sour foods? A: Sour 124: Bright or dim lights? A: Dim 125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature? A: No 126: Something you hate about Tumblr: The “I think murders are cute” Side. 127: Something you love about Tumblr: Pretty photos  128: What do you think about the least? A: Responsibilities ;))  129: What would you want written on your tombstone? A: “Dance on me”  130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? A: A lot of people 131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? A: My face 132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? A: Maybe 133: Computer or TV? A: Comp. 134: Do you like roller coasters? A: YEEES

135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? A: Motion sickness sometimes :((

136: Are your ears lobed or attached? A: Lobed 137: Do you believe in karma? A: A little 138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? A: 3 139: What nicknames do you have/have had? A: Princess, hoe, rikku 140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? A: When I was younger I thought Danny phantom was my bf.  141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? A: Never 142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? a: Bad.woops 143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts? A: Giving  144: What makes you angry? A: Homophobs  145: How many languages do you speak fluently? A: 2 Engrish n jibberish 146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries? A: All of the beautiful people ♥ 147: Are you androgynous? A: Too much so 148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: My brows n hair 149: Favorite thing about your personality: Too tough to answer  150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. A: My love, A rabbit n Hobo Johnson.  151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? A: Stone age my dudes 152: Do you like BuzzFeed? A: Ew no 153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? A: A game 

154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? A: umno

155: Do you like to play with others’ hair? A: Yea 156: What embarrasses you? A: My mother 157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: Too many peoples 158: Biggest lie you have ever told: Lets not bring that up 159: How many people are you following? A: Dunno 160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? A: Like 2 161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? A: none 162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)? a: nONE 163: Last time you cried and why: A few days ago for reasons  164: Do you have long or short hair? A: Shoulder length 165: Longest your hair has ever been: To the bum 166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon? A: Because religion scares people into thinking if they do something bad, they’ll go to an imaginary place called hell. If your God loved you so much he would never do such a thing ;/// + Many other reasons 167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created? A: I really do 168: Do you like to wear makeup? A: too much 169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds? A: No 170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully? A: Yuh

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Because I haven’t seen one yet, here is a masterlist of lyrics from Taylor Swift’s sixth album, reputation. You can use them as starters, memes, character tags, otp/brotp tags, thread titles, verse titles, blog titles etc. Anything in parentheses I feel like you can omit, usually for pronouns or length, but you can do whatever you want. If you find this useful, please give it a like or reblog!

Trigger warnings for: allusions to drug use/getting high

...Ready for it?

I know I’m gonna be with you I see nothing better, I keep him/her/them forever Let the games begin Lights down low No one has to know Touch me and you’ll never be alone You should see the things we do

End Game

And I heard about you And you heard about me Drinking on the beach with you all over me I bury hatchets, but I keep maps of where I put them I can't let you go, your hand prints on my soul I don’t wanna hurt you I don’t wanna miss you I don't wanna be just another ex-love (you don’t wanna see) I got a bad (boy/girl) persona, (that’s what they like) I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders I got some big enemies I gotta reputation (girl/boy) that don’t precede me I swear I don’t love the drama (it loves me) I wanna be your end game I’m one call away whenever you need me I've made mistakes and made some choices, that's hard to deny It's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold Reputation precedes me (they told you I’m crazy) The truth is, it's easier to ignore it We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't With four words on the tip of my tongue You and me, we got big reputations You and me would be a big conversation You like the bad ones too You hold me down and I protect you with my life You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks

I Did Something Bad

Crimson red paint on my lips Don’t throw away a good thing For every like I tell them/him/her, they/he/she tells me three Go ahead and light me up I can feel the flames on my skin I don't regret it one bit, 'cause he/she/they had it coming I let him/her/them think they saved me I never trust a narcissist (but they love me) I never trust a playboy (but they love me) If a man/woman/person/someone talks shit, then I owe him/her/them nothing If he/she/they drop my name then I owe him/her/them nothing If he/she/they spends my change then I owe he/she/they had it coming   Most fun I ever had (and I would do it over again if I could) Now all he/she/they think about is me They got their pitchforks and proof, receipts and reasons They said I did something bad (but why’s/why does it feel so good?) They’re burning all the witches, even if you aren’t one This is how the world works (you gotta leave before you get left) Why’s/Why does it feel so good? You gotta leave before you get left

Don’t Blame Me

Don’t blame me, love made me crazy (if it isn’t you ain’t doing it right) Echoes of your name in my mind For you, I would cross the line (For you,) I would fall from grace (just to touch your face) For you, I would lose my mind For you, I would waste my time I get so high every time you’re loving me I get so high every time you’re touching me I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy If you walk away, I'd beg you on my knees to stay I'm insane, but I'm your baby I’m just gonna call you mine I’ve been breaking hearts a long time I’ve been toying with them older (guys/girls/people) Lord save me, my drug is my baby (that I be using for the rest of my life) My name is whatever you decide They say she’s/he’s/they’ve gone too far this time Something happened for the first time (in the darkest little paradise)

Delicate

Come here, you can meet me in the back Do the girls/boys/people back home touch you like I do?   I don’t wanna share I know that it’s delicate I pretend your mine all the damn time Is it chill that you’re in my head? Is it cool that I said all that? Is it too soon to do this yet? Just think of the fun things we could do Long night, with your hands up in my hair, (echoes of your footsteps on the stairs) My reputation has never been worse so, you must like me for me Oh damn, never seen that color blue Sometimes I wonder when you sleep, are you dreaming of me? Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you’re mine (all the damn time) Stay here honey, I don’t wanna share This ain’t for the best We can’t make any promises now can we babe? (but you can make me a drink)

Look What You Made Me Do

All I think about is karma (Honey,) I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time I don’t like how you laugh when you lie I don’t like you little games I don’t like your perfect crime I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined Look what you made me do Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours The world moves on, another day, another drama You said the gun was mine Your kingdom keys once belonged to me

So It Goes

All eyes on us But, honestly, baby, who's counting? But when I get you alone, it's so simple Get caught up in the moment (lipstick on your face) Gold cage, hostage to my feelings I do bad things to you I did a number on you I know what you know I make all your grey days clear I'm so chill, but you make me jealous I’m tripping when you’re gone I’m yours to keep I’m yours to lose Met you in a bar Our pieces fall, right into place So it goes… You know I’m not a bad girl/boy/person You make everyone disappear We break down a little We can feel it You did a number on me When you get me alone, it’s so simple

Gorgeous

He's/She’s/They’re in the club doing, I don't know what Ocean blue eyes looking in mine I feel like I might sink and drown and die I got a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner, he's/she’s/their older than us If you’re single, that’s honestly worse If you've got a girlfriend/boyfriend/partner, I'm jealous of her/him/them I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way (but what can I say?) There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad You make me so happy, it turns back to sad You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk You should take it as a compliment that I'm talking to everyone here but you (but you, but you) You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face You're so gorgeous it actually hurts You've ruined my life, by not being mine

Getaway Car

A circus ain't a love story And now we’re both sorry (we're both sorry) Don't pretend it's such a mystery He/She/They poisoned the well, I was lying to myself He/She/They was the best of times, the worst of crimes I didn’t mean it and you didn’t see it I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed I left you in a motel bar, put the money in a bag and I stole the keys I struck a match and blew your mind I wanted to leave him/her/them, but I needed a reason It was the great escape, the prison break I'm in a getaway car It's no surprise I turned you in, because us traitors never win Nothing good starts in a getaway car That was the last time you ever saw me The ties were black, the lies were white There were sirens in the beat of your heart Think about the place where you first met me Shades of grey in candlelight Should've known I'd be the first to leave We never had a shotgun shot in the dark We were flying, but we'd never get far X marks the spot, where we fell apart You were driving the getaway car We were flying, but we'd never get far We were jetset, Bonnie and Clyde, until I switched to the other side While he/she/they was/were running after us, I was screamin', "go, go, go!" With three of us, honey, it's a sideshow

King of My Heart

All the boys/girls/people and their expensive cars, (with their Range Rovers and their Jaguars), never took me quite where you do And all at once, you're all I want I'll never let you go And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for   Baby, all at once, this is enough I made up my mind, I'm better off being alone Is the end of all the endings? I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own King/Queen/Ruler of my heart, body and soul The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury Up on the roof with a school girl/boy/kid crush, drinking beer out of plastic cups You move to me like a Motown beat You try on calling me baby, like trying on clothes Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Baby can we dance (through an avalanche)? But we were dancing with our hands tied Darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis Deep blue, but you painted me golden First sight, we love without reason I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets I had a bad feeling I knew there was no one in the world who could take it I loved you in secret I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us I'd hold you as the water rushes in, if I could dance with you again I'd kiss you as the lights went out, (swaying as the room burned down) I’m a mess (but I’m the mess that you wanted) My love had been frozen Twenty-five years old, how were you to know? You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it People started talking, putting us through our paces Picture of your face in an invisible locket We were dancing like it was the first time

Dress

All of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting Carve your name into my bedpost Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me Everyone thinks that they know us Flashback to my mistakes, my rebounds, my earthquakes Flashback when you met me I don’t want you like a best friend I only bought this dress so you could take if off I woke up just in time If I get burned, at least we were electrified Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo My hands are shaking from all this My hands are shaking from holding back from you My hands shake, I can't explain this My one and only, my lifeline Now I wake up by your side Our secret moments in a crowded room Say my name and everything just stops They got no idea about me and you There is an indentation in the shape of you You kiss my face and we're both drunk

This is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

Did you think I wouldn't hear all the things you said about me? Everyone swimming in a champagne sea Feeling so Gatsby for that whole year Forgiveness is a nice thing to do Friends don't try to trick you Here's a toast to my real friends, they don't care about the he-said-she-said Here's to my baby, he/she/they ain't reading what they call me lately Here's to my momma, had to listen to all this drama I can’t even say it with a straight face I took an axe to a mended fence It was so nice being friends again It was so nice throwing big parties I'm not the only friend you've lost lately, if only you weren't so shady I'm shaking my head and locking the gates Jump into the pool from the balcony So why'd you have to rain on my parade? There I was, giving you a second chance There are no rules when you show up here This is why we can't have nice things, (darling/honey) You stabbed in the back while shaking my hand

Call It What You Want

All my flowers grew back as thorns, windows boarded up after the storm All the drama queens taking swings All the liars are calling me one, nobody's heard from me for months All the jokers dressing up as kings Bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right Call it what you want, (call it what you want to) I brought a knife to a gunfight I did one thing right I know I make the same mistakes every time I want to wear his/her/their initial on a chain round my neck It fades to nothing when I look at him I'm doing better than I ever was I'm laughing with my lover, making forts under covers He/She/They built a fire just to keep me warm (He/She/They) love(s) me like I'm brand new My baby's fit like a daydream My castle crumbled overnight They took the crown, but it's alright (Slowly I said,) "You don't need to save me, but would you run away with me?" Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night

New Year’s Day

Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor Don’t read the last page Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you I can tell that it's going to be a long road I stay when it's hard or it’s wrong or you’re making mistakes I stay when you're lost and I'm scared and you’re turning away I want your midnights I will hold onto you I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day I’ll be there if you strike out and you're crawling home I'll be there if you're the toast of the town Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere There's glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi

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Gemma Arterton's Short Haircuts and Hairstyles - 20+

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Gemma Arterton's Short Haircuts and Hairstyles

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All of the “EVERYTHING” and “SHOOK” lyrics of Reputation

Ready for it...? (pun intended)

In the middle of the night, in my dreams, you should see the things we do, baby... (cheeky fave #1-not in ranking order)

Burton to this Taylor

I forget their names now

End Game

I wanna be your A-team (YAS THAT ED REFERENCE)

Reputation precedes me and rumors are knee-deep

I bury hatchets, but I keep maps of where I put ‘em

I swear I don’t love the drama, IT LOVES ME

It’s like your eyes are liquor, it’s like your body is gold

I Did Something Bad (the whole song tbh, but I’ll break some down)

Cause for every lie I tell them, they tell me three

If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing. I don’t regret it one bit, ‘cause he had it coming (QUEEN)

I let them think they saved me

This is how the world works: you gotta leave before you get left

They’re burning all the witches, even if you aren’t one

They got their . . . receipts and reasons

Don’t Blame Me

THE WHOLE CHORUS

I’ve been breaking hearts a long time and toying with them older guys, just playthings for me to use

I once was poison ivy, but now I’m your daisy

Delicate

My reputation’s never been worse, so you must like me for me

Do the girls back home touch you like I do? (cheeky fave #2)

LWYMMD

Don’t like your tilted stage (lollllllll)

Honey, I rose up from the dead. I do it all the time.

I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined

OH! (AH? UH?)

Maybe I got mine, but you’ll all get yours

I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

CAUSE SHE’S DEAD

VIDEO BONUS: The entire end old/new Taylors dialogue

So It Goes...

I’m yours to keep and I’m yours to lose (so under appreciated tbh)

Wear you like a necklace

Scratches down your back now (cheeky fave #4)

Gorgeous

You should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong

You should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in a darkened room

You make so happy it turns back to sad (if this ain’t the best, most concise way of explaining how it feels to have a crush, idk what is)

Getaway Car (honestly the whole song had me quaking. THE BEST LYRICS)

He was the best of times, the worst of crimes

I wanted to leave him. I needed a reason (scandy)

We never had a shotgun shot in the dark

Should’ve known I’d be the first to leave, think about the place where you first met me: in a getaway car (spill your T tay)

It’s no surprise I turned you in, cause us traitors never win

King of My Heart

And you move to me like I’m a Motown beat

With their Range Rovers and their Jaguars!!

Is this the end of all the endings?

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

You turned my bed into a sacred oasis (cheeky fave #5)

I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us

So, baby, can we dance through an avalanche?

I’m a mess, but I’m the mess that you wanted (this lyric might end up in my vows tbh)

Dress

I only bought this dress so you could take it off (cheeky fave #6--and the overall favorite cheeky line of the album obviously)

Enough said. No more necessary... OK fine

All of the silence and patient, pining and anticipation

Say my name and everything just STOPS *beat stops* (THE PAUSE THOUGH)

Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me

TIWWCHNT

But then you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand

And therein lies the issues, friends don’t try to trick you, get you on the phone and mind-twist you

But I’m not the only friend you’ve lost lately...if only you weren’t so shady (shouts out to Jay-Z)

BAAAAAAYYYBEE

HAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN’T EVEN SAY IT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE

Call It What You Want

I’m doing better than I ever was

My baby’s fit like a daydream

My baby’s fly like a jet stream

Loves me like I’m brand new

All my flowers grew back as thorns, windows boarded up after the storm

And I know I make the same mistakes, every time, bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right

Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night

I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck not because he owns me, but cause he really knows me

New Year’s Day

But I stay, when you’re lost and I’m scared and you’re turning away

I want your midnights, but I’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year’s Day

I’ll be there if you’re the toast of the town, babe or if you strike out and you’re crawling home

Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you (*sobs*)

Please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

You and me forevermore

But I stay when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes

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Charlotte Bane: Practice Challenge 2

Really sorry for typos! Ladies mentioned: @melodynolan @berklee-boyer @felicitybroussard @annelise-newstone @sera-chamberlaine

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“Are you scared,” Lily asked.

“Of what?”

She rolled her eyes. “The Selection of course! You haven’t even gone out of the city before, let alone the province.”

I pondered the question. I’d never considered myself an adventurous girl. Hell, could anyone if they’ve never done anything remotely thrilling in their life?

But the truth was, I wanted to be. With everything I was, I wanted to experience everything. I wanted to step out of my comfort zone. No. I wanted to leap out of it. I was tired of splashing around in the shallow end of what life had to offer. I wanted to submerge myself in the deep, dark depths of the world and find out what was truly out there.

There was a fact that always piqued my interest; only about 5% of the ocean has been explored. The rest is assumed to be void of light and most creatures, with the possibility of large, evil aquatic life lurking in the waters.

The thought was enough to make my mother roll her eyes. It was enough to make me open mine.

I wanted to discover the other 95%. I wanted to swim with the most dangerous, unknown species. I wanted to confute the theory of darkness. I wanted to find the hidden colors in the world and let it stain my skin until I was no more than a painting of the beauty in this infinite and gorgeous universe. I wanted my hair to mimic the waves of a restless sea. I wanted my eyes to shine as bright as the stars at the first sight of the love of my life. I wanted my feet to prance around like the deer in the forest, running free, as I taught my future child how to dance. I wanted to have a purpose other than to make sure a room was free of dust.

The dust had settled. But I had not.

So was I scared of getting the chance to truly live?

“Absolutely. Unquestionably terrified.”

But that was the thrill of it.

~~~

I couldn’t tell if the earth was shaking or it was just my nerves overriding my most basic senses. Knowing myself, it was probably just me.

I was finally on my way to my ‘send off’, whatever that was. Supposedly, I was about to be bombarded with press and excited citizens of my province. I could just imagine some of the twos having no problem with this. After all, it was practically their life. But for a six with barely any social life? It was foreign territory.

I glanced out the window of the moving limousine, taking in the scenery of my home before I would leave for Angeles. However, it never really felt like my home. It felt more like a rest stop in my life. In that moment, I wondered how many of those there would be.

“Do you really want to do this,” my mother questioned.

I turned my gaze to her. “Depends, what are you asking that I want to do?”

She pursed her lips. “Objectify yourself. Do you really want to act like some show-pony hoping a spoiled teenage boy will notice you?”

“Please Mom, don’t hold back,” I challenged.

The flare of her nostrils was enough to tell me that if I didn’t have to leave soon, I’d be in a world of hell. “What has gotten into you Charlotte? I raised you to be a smart young woman! Not some- some mindless princess!”

“Mindless?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “Those types of girls are simply obsessed with acquiring the attention of silly boys who don’t pay them a second thought. I never realized you’d turn out this way.”

All my life, I’d allowed my mother to speak to me however she so desired. It ended now.

“Listen to me. For once. Just once before I leave,” I said slowly. “You cannot raise a child to submit and be upset when they don’t stand up for themselves to others. And you cannot be upset when they finally stand up to their mothers. I’m sorry, but I don’t have the time or the desire to be a living contradiction. Because that is exactly what you expect of me. It’s not possible. I hate to break it to you, but it’s not who I am and it’s not who I’ll be. Not for you. Not for anyone.”

My mother simply stared at me with an open mouth and a dropped jaw. Thankfully, the limo had come to a stop. “I’m sorry. I love you, but I have to go. I hope you will someday understand. I really do.”

I stepped out of the car, forgetting my fears and insecurities of the crowds, my mind preoccupied with the rush of what’d I’d just done. I had no room in my heart for regret or fear as the horde of people welcomed me gingerly. I had even seen a little girl with a sign that said ‘Our Char is a Star!’. This was surely worth the car ride.

“Wait! Charlotte…”

I turned around, looking for the voice. It was my mother. I wouldn’t lie. I wasn’t sure if I should have spoken to her. But the obedient daughter in me had kicked in. I stepped toward my mother. She threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. “I love you. Good luck.” She smiled at me softly and wearily. I mirrored her look. She was trying. I could tell. It would take time, but I could see it in her eyes. Who was I to neglect change?

I pulled away from the embrace. “Goodbye, Mom. I love you too.” And with that, I took a deep breath and walked to the entrance of the plane.

I stepped into the craft and leaped out of my comfort zone.

~~~

I wasn’t the first one on the plane. There were three girls all sitting together. Two brunettes on one side, a blonde on the other.

Not going to lie, I expected this moment to resemble a typical teen movie. I expected a stuck up blonde to look me up and down and sneer at my appearance, but instead I was greeted with a warm smile. I decided this girl was the epitome of honey. Across from her was a dark skinned girl. The light rose in her hair contrasted beautifully with her dark locks. I couldn’t help but feel jealous. The girl beside her had a lighter skin tone but was still tanned. The first thing that struck me about her were her eyes. She had the type of eyes that could steal a man’s heart at first glance. I wished luck to the prince and his will power.

I walked down the aisle and stood by the table the women were seated at. “Hey… May I sit?”

The blonde grinned and offered me the seat beside her. She seemed like the type of girl it was hard to be jealous of. She had all the qualities that one could envy, and yet, she had a glow about her that made you understand that she seemed to deserve her beauty. “Hi, I’m Berklee! I’m a three.”

Berklee. Even her name reminded me of bees and honey. I laughed inwardly. “I’m Charlotte. I’m a six,” I replied a bit quietly. There weren’t many sixes in the Selection and I couldn’t help but feel slightly inferior. I was fully aware of caste prejudice and a large part of me feared it would ruin my experience. I wouldn’t let it. I’d make myself a survivalist if I had to.

“Hi, I’m Annelise, but you can call me Anne. And I’m an actress and singer,” the tanned girl piped in. A two obviously. Her voice, though seemingly sweet, held a tinge venom. I doubted it was intentional. She probably wasn’t trying to show me up as she made sure to mention her profession, probably just lacked a filter. I wouldn’t blame her for that.

“Oh and I’m Felicity,” the dark skinned girl exclaimed. She seemed pretty bubbly. “I’m a two.” Annelise glanced at her and nodded, probably acknowledging their same caste.

As we spoke amongst each other, I couldn’t help but calculate the situation. Felicity had a bright personality but we didn’t have too much in common. However, I found out her sister was named Charlotte as well. Berklee seemed like she could be a true friend, for which I was grateful. I had a feeling she would be a favorite. And others wouldn’t like that. Being her friend could go both ways. I could either thrive next to her, or be crushed by envious onlookers. Annelise seemed like an it girl. I knew straight away I didn’t want to be on her bad side. Whatever I had to do, I had to make sure she liked me. She didn’t have to be my best friend, just not have a desire to ruin me. I don’t think it was too much to ask.

A bit later, an ebony skinned lady joined us on the plane. “I’m Seraphine. Two,” she said by way of greeting before plopping down next to Anne. We all introduced ourselves to her. I shared a wary glance with Berk as Felicity quickly put in earbuds. Sera eyed me with a look of curiosity and judgement. Wrath- it was the word that best suited her. She and Anne seemed to become fast friends and I knew I needed to be accepted by them. Even if I needed to act a bit. Anne seemed fairly welcoming, Sera accessed me the whole time. Understandable.

The plane ride carried on like this for the rest of the journey: me carrying out my mission of survival and sharing true faces with Berk.

I let myself gaze out the window next to Berk at the clouds. It looked like we were floating on the white stuffing commonly filled in stuffed animals. It was comforting and enough to poison my mind with slight homesickness. But I welcomed it with open arms. It was okay to feel, in fact, amazing. Looking at the bright sun and the soft, puffy mounds of white, I felt closer to heaven than I had ever felt before.

~~~

“I’m thinking adding in some highlights, some volume to your hair, and fixing up your eyebrows. That okay, Miss?”

“Sure,” I smiled. “Whatever you think is best. I’m not super used to all of this.”

“No worries. You’ll look even more stunning when I’m done,” the maid, Pearl, winked.

Apparently getting a makeover was apart of the whole Selection process. Layers of powder and mascara weren’t exactly my usual day routine but it was apart of the whole experience so I thought, why not?

I looked around the large room at all the young women getting their hair and makeup done. Some looked wildly uncomfortable, others like they were born with makeup on. I chuckled a bit to myself as one girl slapped the maid’s hand away. She looked terrified of the eyelash curler and her shrieks over the tool confirmed my suspicions.

Berklee and I made side conversation since she was seated by me. We spoke and laughed a bit, talking about ourselves and our emotions about this whole ordeal. She seemed very genuine.

In my short amount of time there, I’d already spotted the ‘it girls’ and the ‘misfits’. The ‘it girls’, a group of twos, somehow came together quickly. I could tell who the ‘misfits’ were based on their gazes. They were the girls that appeared relatively shy and kind with lower castes. The two groups seemed like oil and water. They would not get along very well.

The ‘misfits’ started walking toward Berk’s and my direction. Straight away, I knew I couldn’t be close with them. I saw the twos and realized they could make or break my life here. It was up to them if I sank or swam. I had to make them like or at least tolerate me.

I scurried away awkwardly from Berk and towards the door before noticing a shadowy figure standing there. “Can I help you,” I inquired cautiously.

The figure stepped out of the shadows and into the light, revealing a young man around my age. ”I don’t know, can you,” he said with a smolder face.

He looked extremely familiar, but I couldn’t quite place the face. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

A flash of surprise graced his face but he schooled his features quickly into a proud grin. “I’m Prince Percy Schreave, and who are you? Besides beautiful, that is.”

“Oh my God,” I blurted before dropping into a quick curtsy. My mind was racing so fast I didn’t even think about the second half of his response. “I’m.. uh incredibly embarrassed,” I replied as was of introduction. “Or Charlotte. That works too.” I couldn’t help but notice he had beautiful eyes, eyes that shone like stars.

“The curtsy is unnecessary.” I was probably flushing bright red at this point. This was not the way I wanted to meet any part of the royal family. “So… Charlotte. Pretty name for a pretty girl,” he winked.

This time, I noticed the flirtatious comment. I looked at him weirdly, my expression confused at his words. “Wow. You don’t beat around the bush do you?”

“Well, can you blame me,” he joked. “Thirty-five beautiful girls just moved into my home. I’ve gotta work the charm in somehow.”

‘Work the charm’… he actually said that. It took everything in me to hold in my laugh.

“Isn’t that illegal? Do you just want girls to be killed? That’s sadistic,” I said quickly, using my best ‘holier than thou’ look.

Percy pursed his lips. “Technically yes, illegal, but Dom came and talked to all of us and said if there are any girls we actually fall for, we have his blessing. We’re all willing to make it work,” he paused. “The question is: would you be willing to make it work?”

I decided to completely ignore his question. It was barely my first day and I wasn’t going to make a fool of myself. I assumed he was just messing around so I wouldn’t play into his game. “How selfless of him. But he’ll only allow it if you fall for the person? I can’t imagine you falling for a booty call, Prince Percy.”

“Who says it has to be just a booty call?”

“Are you capable of anything more?” I was completely aware of Prince Percy’s reputation. He’d made a name for himself as the palace playboy. The rumors may have been false, but I still didn’t know for sure.

“I suppose you’ll just have to find out, now, won’t you,” he retorted easily.

I bit my lip, retaining a giggle. “Interesting offer but, I don’t think so. You sound like too much trouble for your own good”

He put his hand against his chest, mock hurt. “But trouble can be fun. I read your file, and you seem like the type who likes a bit of fun… a bit of a challenge.”

“You read my file,” I asked quickly. “My, my.. Are you a stalker?”

His grin dropped. “If you’re calling me a stalker, then you’ve have to call Dom a stalker, too. We went through all the files for the Selected together,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Together? Bit of family window shopping?”

“…Maybe.”

I did laugh at that. He looked so sheepish, it was precious. “You don’t talk to many girls do you,” I joked.

He looked a bit panicked. “I mean… well… uhm… I’ve talked to girls before. Really.”

“Sounds positively riveting. What happened between you and those many women, pray tell.”

He rolled his eyes at me playfully. “I don’t believe such matters are appropriate to talk about in respectable company. You are a Lady now, in case you forgot.”

“Right. I’m a three now.” I didn’t know how to feel about this fact. Sure, I had more opportunities now… but I’d rather live and adventure than read it in a book.

“Yeah, but that’s after you leave here… If you leave here, that is,” he winked.

I gave him a questioning glance. “Are you planning on murdering me?”

“No,” he said quickly. “I’m just saying if you marry Dom, or… or someone else,” he coughed, “then you’d be a One. Which kind of gives you the freedom to do whatever you want.”

“By someone else, are you referring to yourself,” I teased.

“…Maybe”

“Hm… I don’t know how I feel about that. I thought you were some creeper apart of the help when I saw you standing here. I gotta say, it’s not a good first impression.”

Percy laughed. “And now that you know I am not a creeper, but a prince, what do you have to say to that?”

“I’ll say that I’ve learned something new today. A prince and a creeper can be one. Fancy that.”

“Ouch. Maybe I deserved that.” You think? “Well what can I do to not be a creeper in your mind?”

“I don’t know. Remaining here, staring at unsuspecting young ladies sure doesn’t help your cause,” I smiled. It was fun talking to him, surprisingly easy.

“But since we’ve been talking,” he leaned against the door frame and flashed me a movie star smirk. “I’ve had eyes for only one girl.”

“Is that girl me,” I asked in a dainty voice and fluttered my lashes.

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean you.” He looked at me like I was crazy. “I meant Melody Nolan.”

My smile faltered. “Oh.”

Percy’s eyebrows flicked up as if to say he can’t believe I fell for it. “I’m… kidding.”

I raised mine in the same manner. “I… know,” I mocked. He was too easy to mess with.

He let out a laugh and grinned brightly. “Well, well, well. Maybe you are fun, after all.” I rolled my eyes. “Well I have some things to be doing. Important things. If you ever get bored with all of that,” he said, motioning to the selection business, “and want to have some real fun, you know where to find me.” He offered me one last wink before turning on his heel and walking away.

I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t an offer I’d think about. His whole personality contained a sense of excitement that I wanted to see- be apart of. I was done being excluded.

I finally turned back from the door, and made my way further into the large room. I spotted the ‘it girls’ still chatting, and made my way over to them.

“Excuse me, who’re you,” a blonde girl, Melody Nolan, sneered.

“Charlotte. And I have a proposition for you.”

“Do you?” She crossed her arms.

I took a breath. “I’d like to ally with you. I’m a six and there’s a big chance I’ll get swallowed up in this Selection but… I don’t want that to happen. I’d like your help.”

“Go on.”

“If we’re friends, or whatever, it’d give me the opportunity to make the most of this. I don’t want to fall into the background.”

Melody looked me over, pondering my request. “Lucky for you, there’s something you can do for me. You’re a six, right? You’re used to catering over twos like myself. Well, I want to make it to the Elite but I need popularity to do so. I want you to make me look good. Fawn over me, worship me, whatever. Just do your job.”

Looking at this girl, she screamed low self esteem. She wasn’t the type that was so uncomfortable with themselves that they hid in their room, no, she was worse. I could see that she forced herself to be perfect but her mind attacked her no matter what she did. “Deal.”

“Perfect,” she smirked. Melody grabbed my hand and led me over to her squad. The Bitch Squad. There was a chance this could end terribly for me, but what’s the point of living if it’s not living, and simply surviving?

I’d rather live with a mistake and come out on top than live with the regret of ‘what if’.

I tossed it out of my vocabulary.

[xcleanx]

"I bury hatchets, but I keep maps of where I put 'em"

"They told you I'm crazy"

"I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me"

"Here's the truth from my red lips"

"I never trust a narcissist, but they love me"

"For every lie I tell them, they tell me three"

"This is how the world works, now all he thinks about is me"

"If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing"

"I don't regret it one bit, 'cause he had it coming"

"Most fun I ever had and I'd do it over and over and over again if I could"

"I let them think they saved me"

"You gotta leave before you get left"

"If he drops my name, then I owe him nothing"

"If he spends my change, then he had it coming"

"They're burning all the witches even if you aren't one"

"Don't blame me, love made me crazy, if it doesn't you ain't doin' it right"

"Lord save me, my drug is my baby I'll be usin' for the rest of my life"

"For you I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind"

"They say "She's gone too far this time""

"My name is whatever you decide and I'm just gonna call you mine"

"I'm insane, but I'm your baby"

"I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy"

"And baby for you I would fall from grace just to touch your face"

"If you walk away, I'd beg you on my knees to stay"

"My reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me"

"Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you"

"Oh damn, never seen that color blue"

"Just think of the fun things we could do 'cause I like you"

"Is it chill that you're in my head?"

"I know that it's delicate, isn't it?"

"Handsome, you're a mansion with a view"

"Stay here honey I don't wanna share"

"Sometimes I wonder when you sleep are you ever dreaming of me?"

"Sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine, all the damn time"

"The role you made me play of the fool, no, I don't like you"

"I don't like your perfect crime how you laugh when you lie"

"You said the gun was mine, isn't cool, no, I don't like you"

"But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time"

"I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time"

"I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined"

"The world moves on, another day, another drama"

"All I think about is karma"

"I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me"

"I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams"

"I'm sorry, the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, 'cause she's dead!"

"Gold cage, hostage to my feelings"

"We break down a little but when you get me alone it's so simple"

"I'm yours to keep and I'm yours to lose"

"I make all your gray days clear and wear you like a necklace"

"I'm so chill, but you make me jealous"

"You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk"

"I got a boyfriend, he's older than us, he's in the club doin' I don't know what"

"You've ruined my life by not being mine"

"You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face 'cause look at your face"

"I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way but what can I say?"

"You should take it as a compliment that I'm talking to everyone here but you"

"If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her but if you're single that's honestly worse"

"You're so gorgeous, it actually hurts"

"I feel like I might sink and drown and die"

"You make me so happy, it turns back to sad"

"There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have"

"Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats alone... unless you wanna come along"

"I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason"

"Don't pretend it's such a mystery, think about the place where you first met me"

"There were sirens in the beat of your heart"

"Should've known I'd be the first to leave"

"The light of freedom on my face"

"But you weren't thinkin’ and I was just drinkin’"

"It hit you like a shoutgun, shot to the heart"

"I left you in a motel bar, put the money in a bag and I stole the keys, that was the last time you ever saw me"

"All the boys and their expensive cars with their Range Rovers and their Jaguars never took me quite where you do"

"And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for king of my heart, body, and soul"

"You're all I want, I'll never let you go"

"Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep"

"The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury"

"Is this the end of all the endings?"

"My broken bones are mending"

"Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff"

"Baby all at once this is enough"

"I loved you in secret"

"First sight, we love without reason"

"My love had been frozen, deep blue, but you painted me golden"

"You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it, I had a bad feeling"

"People started talking, putting us through our paces, I knew there was no one in the world who could take it"

"We were dancing like it was the first time"

"I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us"

"I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted"

"'Cause it's gravity keeping you with me"

"Our secret moments in a crowded room, they got no idea about me and you"

"Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo"

"My hands are shaking from holding back from you"

"Say my name and everything just stops"

"Everyone thinks that they know us but they know nothing"

"Even in my worst times you could see the best in me"

"Even in my worst lies you saw the truth in me"

"My one and only, my lifeline, I woke up just in time, now I wake up by your side"

"This is why we can't have nice things darling, because you break them I had to take them away"

"Did you think I wouldn't hear all the things you said about me?"

"You stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand"

"And therein lies the issue, friends don't try to trick you, get you on the phone and mind-twist you"

Favourite Taylor swift songs lyrics?

Some of my favourite lyrics of all the time:

Taylor Swift:

“And I was right there beside him all summer long and then the time we woke up to find that summer gone”

“Someday you’ll turn your radio on, I hope it takes you back to that place”

“I realize you love yourself more than you could ever love me”

“I bet she’s beautiful - that girl he talks about - and she’s got everything that I have to live without”

“I wonder if he knows he’s all I think about at night”

“And there he goes - so perfectly, the kind of flawless I wish I could be”

“She’d better hold him tight, give him all her love, look in those beautiful eyes and know she’s lucky”

So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light I’ll put his picture down and maybe get some sleep tonight"

“I’m alone, on my own, and that’s all I know”

“I start a fight ‘cause I need to feel something”

“You do what you want ‘cause I’m not what you wanted”

“You come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with a nerve to adore you”

“And I know you wouldn’t have told nobody if I died, died for you”

“No one notices until it’s too late to do anything”

“You cry, but you don’t tell anyone that you might not be the golden one”

“When you find everything you looked for I hope your life leads you back to my door”

“You should’ve thought twice before you let it all go”

“Before you go tell me this; was it worth it? Was she worth this?”

I’ll be eighty seven, you’ll be eighty nine, I’ll still look at you like the stars that shine in the sky"

Fearless:

“I like the way you’re everything I’ve ever wanted”

“When people say things that bring you to your knees I’ll catch you”

“I’ve watched you so long, screamed your name, I don’t know what else I can say”

“I could go back to every laugh but I don’t wanna go there anymore”

“I’m no one special, just another wide-eyed girl who’s desperately in love with you”

“And you’ll never see, you sing me to sleep”

“I said “leave” but all I really want is you”

“So babe if you know everything, tell me why you couldn’t see when I left I wanted you to chase after me”

“Time can heal most anything and you just might find who you’re supposed to be”

“Don’t forget to look before you fall”

“In your life you’ll do things greater that dating the boy on the football team”

“This love is difficult, but it’s real”

“Of all the girls tossing rocks at your window I’ll be the one waiting there even when it’s cold”

“I was a dreamer before you went and let me down”

“I’m gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well”

“She’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers”

“Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you are looking for has been here the whole time”

“You’ve got a smile that could light up this whole time”

“People are people and sometimes we change our minds”

“People are people and sometimes it doesn’t work out”

“Nothing we say is gonna save us from the fallout”

“You could write a book on how to ruin someone’s perfect day”

“Could’ve loved you all my life if you hadn’t left me waiting in the cold”

“You used to shine so bright but I watched all of it fade”

“It rains when you’re here and it rains when you’re gone”

“I believe in whatever you do and I’ll do anything to see it through”

“These things will change”

“These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down”

Speak Now:

“You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter”

“You say we’ll never make my parents’ mistakes”

“You’re the kind of reckless that should send me running but I kinda know that I won’t get far”

“You gave me roses and I left them there to die”

“You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye”

“Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I’m only lookin’ at you”

“You’ll add my name to your long list of traitors who don’t understand”

“All the girls that you’ve run dry have tired, lifeless eyes ‘cause you burned them out but I took your matches before fire could catch me”

“Somebody made you cold but the cycle ends right now ‘cause you can’t lead me down that road”

“Someday I’ll be living in a big old city and all you’re ever gonna be is mean”

“I’m dying to know is it killing you like it’s killing me”

“You held your pride like you should have held me”

“I’ve never heard silence quite this loud”

“I would lay my armor down if you’d say you’d rather love than fight”

“I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone”

“I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you”

“Please don’t be in love with someone else, please don’t have somebody waiting on you”

“She took him faster than you could say sabotage”

“But sophistication isn’t what you wear or who you know or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go”

“Wasn’t it beautiful when you believed in everything and everybody believed in you?”

“Life is a tough crowd”

“I hope you remember today is never too late to be brand new”

“Something’s made your eyes go cold”

“Stood there and watched you walk away from everything we had”

All that I know is I don’t know how to be something you miss"

“I’m not much for dancing but for you I did”

“I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe”

“Hope it’s nice where you are and I hope the sun shines and it’s a beautiful day and something reminds you you wish you had stayed”

“Long live the walls we crashed through”

“All the kingdom lights shined just for me and you”

“Long live all the mountains we moved”

“I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you”

“If you have children someday when they point to the pictures, please tell them my name, tell them how the crowds went wild, tell them how I hope they shine”

“One day we will be remembered”

“My choice is you”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little mind, people throw rocks at things that shine”

“You never know what people have up their sleeves”

“I know people change and these things happen”

“I always forget to tell you I love you,
I loved you from the very first day”

RED:

“We are alone with our changing minds”

“We fall in love 'til it hurts or bleeds or fades in time”

“We learn to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts”

“Love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right”

“This is the golden age of something good and right and real”

“Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met”

“But loving him was red”

“Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song”