#im like a mother on prom night taking photos

[celestial1980slady]

I’m such trash for these two, unabashedly. Please enjoy my efforts in getting these shots - thnx. <3

(creds: Me) I’m like a mother taking prom photos or somethin’

[dragonbarbie]

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 | Part 2

aegon x best friend!reader ; modern!au

series summary: this fic is snippets of aegon and reader's relationship as they grow up and discover new feelings. but to let himself be loved, aegon has to first do some growing up. loosely inspired by the tv series one day!

rating: 18+, minors dni.

tags: alcohol, substance abuse, making out, titty sucking, blink and youll miss it dry humping (lmk if i missed something)

word count: 5.1k

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A/N: im so overwhelmed by the response to the first chapter! im so sorry this took so long, this chapter was originally well over 8k so ive just decided to split it, which means the next chapter is pretty much ready maybe ill have it up by wednesday. thank you so much to everyone who interacted, hope you like this. [not beta read!]

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divider credit @cafekitsune ! title of fic is from 'peter' by taylor swift.

Age 18

“i think that’s enough pictures, mum.” y/n held up her arms to shield herself from any more photographs her mother might take. she felt self-conscious enough already, grimacing at every picture, thinking how the flaws glaringly stood out. her parents thought she looked beautiful as always though, and wanted as many photos as possible to keep as memories of their daughter’s special night. only she didn’t want to believe there was anything so ‘special’ about it anyway.

she heard an impatient car honk coming from outside, just in time for her to make her exit. “let me at least take a picture of you and your date.” her well-meaning mother attempted, earning a whine from her daughter, “for the last time he’s not my date.” not really he wasn’t, they were just going as mates, nothing more, she reminded herself as she waved her parents a quick goodbye.

then why did her stomach flutter seeing aegon leaning against his irritatingly green, flashy sports car. taking a drag of his cigarette, his platinum hair was mostly gelled back, few strands allowed to fall to his eyes either fashionably or as a result of hurry. he was dressed simply, black suit and a white shirt. but seven hells did he wear the hell out of that suit, y/n had to admit. he looked neater than usual, the light stubble he usually carried had now been shaved off, his eyes didn’t look nearly as red as she was accustomed to. he even wore dress shoes, when truthfully y/n had been betting on him showing up in his usual jordans.

she couldn’t help but beam as she realised walking towards him, that all this effort he had made for her. aegon hadn’t even wanted to go to their senior prom. he’d said he would simply throw the after-party for the prom back at his mansion, where he wouldn’t be required to ‘come dressed as a penguin,’ in his words. the entire school knew about aegon’s famous ragers by now, and the night of senior prom was guaranteed to be the greatest ‘one-last-hurrah’.

it was y/n who had wanted to go, in order to live the full high school experience before they would be forced to enter the adult world after summer. and there was no one else she would have rather taken to prom. so, after countless hours begging and pleading (and some threatening), aegon finally relented. but his acquiescence hadn’t guaranteed to her that he would even bother following the dress code. yet, here they were.

she was going to comment on what a pleasant surprise it was to see him look like a ‘penguin,’ when she saw the look on his face. his eyes were suddenly alert and his mouth slightly agape, cigarette in his hand forgotten momentarily with his hand hanging still in the air holding it.

“what is it? do i have something on my face? on the dress?” she patted her cheek in alarm, before looking down at her dress. she’d chosen a simple black, satin dress that hugged her just right, pairing it with the deepest red lipstick she could find. she smoothened the front in anxiety, scared her high heels were going to make her trip on the fabric any second.

“no, it’s just...you look nice. very pretty.” her eyes focussed on aegon’s trying to gauge his expression, but his gaze remained transfixed on her figure.

“is it that shocking that i would look pretty, that you have to go and make that face?” she snorted. that snapped aegon’s attention back to her face with an eyeroll, “i didn’t mean it like that and you know it. you look good, would it kill you to just take the compliment?” her lips turned upwards at his words, “yeah i’m just messing with ya.” she tried to hide how the praise made her feel warm inside her chest.

“you don’t look so bad yourself, targaryen. look you’re even wearing the shoes and everything.” aegon grinned at the words giving a quick twirl to show off his full look. “who knew you had it in you?” she teased.

“had to step up my game. can't let my date outshine me, can i?"

date? the word rang in her ears. did aegon think this was an actual date?

“oh, please,” she tried to maintain a cool façade, seemingly uncaring of his words, “i've always outshined you.”

“only because i let you.” he claimed, flashing her one of those lazy half smiles of his that would make her mind wander to what else he was capable of doing with those lips—

she immediately shook her head to get that image out of her mind.

“got you something. well, technically mum got you something” aegon opened the passenger seat of the car, and retrieved from it a beautiful, very expensive looking bouquet. “she wouldn’t let me leave the house without flowers for my date” there it was, that word again, ‘date’!  she thought, astonished as she received them.

did aegon think this was a date? a date-date? was he expecting something? did she expect something? her mind started to race with a hundred things.

she had to clear her throat to bring herself back to the present, “these are beautiful, tell alicent i love them.”

“great, can we go now? i want to get the boring part over with so we can properly party later at my place.”

the prom itself ended up being less dreadful than aegon had been sure it was going to be. aegon spiked the drinks, and then proceeded to get his friends leon and martyn as drunk as possible. it didn’t escape y/n’s notice that aegon himself, was merely buzzed. she even dared to hope for a second that he was limiting his cups out of respect for her, and her very known hatred of his drinking himself into blackouts.

he remained clear-headed enough to laugh about and reminisce with her over their years at the academy. “no, i remember clearly, you’ve never once said sorry about making me fall on my first day.” y/n accused as she attempted to drink the very strong punch aegon had made for her. “and i remember very clearly, you came in my way.”

she narrowed her eyes at his blatant lie. “cunt.” he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him at her drunken-vitriol. “and i think that’s quite enough for you.” he grabbed the cup out of her hands in spite of protests. “good gods, aegon targaryen preaching moderation? must be the apocalypse.” she nudged him playfully.

in that moment, smiling and laughing with her best friend, she couldn’t help but realise that this time of their life was coming to an end. come fall, they would be on different sides of the country.

y/n had been accepted at her first choice, sunspear university only weeks ago, but she hadn’t discussed it with aegon. he hadn’t spoken of his plans for university either but helaena had told her that their grandfather was using his pull to get him into the family alma mater, oldtown college.

any time she had attempted to so much as talk about life beyond school with aegon himself though, aegon would get irritated and cagey, eager to shut down any and all conversations about the future. then again she couldn’t blame him, for some reason her first instinct too had been to hide that acceptance letter from him.

yet as they stood there, she had a feeling that he was thinking about the same great uncertainty that lay ahead too. thinking, that their days of being by each other’s side like this every day were numbered.

“come on” he suddenly offered her his arms, getting a puzzled look in return. “you wanted the ‘full high school experience’ right? dancing at prom is kinda the main thing.”

she let him lead her to the dance floor, feeling her cheeks going red. he brought them right in the middle, and when he placed her arms around his neck, his own hands becoming placed around her waist, she couldn’t find a word to say.

couples around them were slow dancing to some song she couldn’t quiet place, and she couldn’t believe that aegon had willingly placed himself in the scene around them. this suit, the shoes, the dancing, the flowers – none of it was remotely close to his scene. yet she had barely heard him complain. she had to give it to him, he had been on his best behaviour because he knew how much the night meant to her.

“thank you,” she finally said, looking at him with adoration in her eyes. “for agreeing to come.”

aegon’s expression was unreadable at first. after a second he seemed like he was going to lean in towards her to say something, when his eye caught something behind y/n shoulder.

she turned her neck to see who it was and felt her heart drop down in her stomach.

cassandra baratheon, the most sought-after girl at school, her golden hair and confident demeanour were hard to miss. y/n looked up to see aegon was transfixed on the tight red dress she wore.

she felt his hands drop from her waist, “get you something to drink?” but he didn’t so much as look at his friend.

“sure” she mumbled, trying to mask her disappointment, but he didn’t wait for a response before he started walking towards the blonde.

she watched as aegon approached cassandra, his charm on full display. y/n sighed, tired of how predictable his routine was. she danced with a few classmates, trying to keep her spirits up, but it wasn’t the same without aegon.

after a while, she grew tired of pretending and slipped out of the ballroom, certain she wasn’t going to be followed by the only person she wanted to be with. she started walking in the direction of her home, too angry to think to call someone to pick her up.

the sound of her heels against the pavement and the chattering of her own teeth from the unexpectedly cold night couldn’t distract her from her woeful thoughts.

she should have expected this, she chided herself. aegon’s attention had always been fleeting, especially when it came to pretty girls. but it still hurt. she had hoped, maybe just for tonight, things would be different. at the beginning of the night he’d been giving her all his attention, and making her feel as if she was the only one who mattered in that room.

yet, he had to go ahead and ruin that, by chasing one more skirt to add to his long list of distractions from anything that could actually matter.

when she reached her house she was grateful her parents had long since gone to bed, not wanting to talk about her night.  she walked up to her room and changed into some comfortable clothes.

she curled up on her bed, but sleep seemed to escape her. she tossed and turned but she could not forget the look on her best friend’s face when he looked at cassandra baratheon, ignoring her. she couldn’t help but wish that the way his eyes trailed down her figure, the open lust with which he watched her, the desire that carried him away from her – she wanted it all to be hers.

it was perhaps the first time she had admitted it to herself. she wanted this, she wanted him and not just as a friend.

her mind then wandered to that one moment of hope she had not dared to let herself dwell on. the way his hands felt rested on her back, how he looked for a split second as if he were going to lean in to her, what might that have felt like if it had been allowed to go on? would he have kissed her? would his lips have felt as soft as they looked? would his tongue—

she didn’t realise when in the middle of all these wandering thoughts her hand had slipped down to underneath her shorts. over the cloth of her panties, she could feel a wetness building as she slowly rubbed the top of her entrance, her imagination building up the tension between her legs.

just as she was getting comfortable though, she got the fright of her life when she heard her window open. “fuck me!” she sat up straight on her bed, clutching her blanket in front of her chest.

she let out an exasperated breath at the now-messy platinum hair glinting in the moonlight, that she could make out even in the darkness of her room. she moved to get up and turn on the lamp next to her bed. the light revealed a slightly different aegon to the one she had left back at the dance, stumbling into her room.

his jacket now gone, his white shirt was untucked and the first few buttons had been left undone (one of them was missing, from what she could tell), the semi-open shirt allowed her to make out lipstick smears trailing his chest. his eyes were red, and the fact that he couldn’t seem to walk straight, told her he’d returned to drinking at his usual pace once she’d made her exit.

“what are you doing here?” she sighed, crossing her arms across her chest, both defensively and because her bra had been long discarded, which left the tank top she wore revealing far too much for her liking.

he almost looked earnest when he answered “came looking for you. you never showed up to the party at my place.”

“yeah, well i don’t like your parties” “sure you do!” he snorted

“no, aegon i don’t! i never have. i only ever come for you and i’m miserable the entire while, and you never notice!”

he looked hurt at her accusation, blinking as if it had never crossed his mind that she didn’t enjoy getting high and causing chaos as much as he did. that hurt quickly turned into anger of his own as he shot back.

“fine, even if you didn’t wanna come to the party, why did you leave prom so early? for weeks it’s all you wanted to do, going to prom. you dragged my ass there and then just ‘puff’ i turn my back for one second, and you’ve disappeared.” he sounded almost as if he felt abandoned, wounded.

“you seemed busy.” she cooly replied.

“busy?” aegon echoed, his brows furrowing. “i was just talking to people.”

y/n shook her head, her eyes reflecting a mix of hurt and frustration. “you always do this, aegon. you leave me for the first pretty girl that catches your eye.”

he shook his head as if y/n were being the unreasonable one here “it’s not like that.”

“then what is it like?” she demanded, her voice rising. “because it feels like you’re always looking for a distraction. and tonight, i needed you.” her eyes burned as tears pooled in them. “it was our last night in school. it meant something.”

he flinched at her words, the truth of how much he had bruised her, cutting through the haze of alcohol. “i didn’t mean to—"

“didn’t mean to what? make me feel invisible?” y/n's voice softened, the anger giving way to sadness. “it’s like you don’t care.”

aegon stood there, steadying himself by leaning against the desk, looking deflated. “i do care, y/n. you’re my best friend.” she could tell he was trying, trying to make her see he cared, trying to be a good friend. the fact that he had left his own party simply to come look in on her, hadn’t gone unnoticed by her.

but unluckily for him, y/n was tired of his constant trying when she knew it never led to any real change.

she took a deep breath, steadying herself. “we need to talk about something else, too. we’ve been avoiding it all year.”

aegon looked up at her, confusion and apprehension mingling in his eyes. “what do you mean?”

“college, aegon. you’re going to oldtown, and i’m headed to sunspear,” y/n said, her voice trembling slightly. “i’ve tried to bring it up, but you always change the subject.”

he looked away from her, fiddling with the rings on his fingers almost anxiously. “because i don’t want to think about it.”

“well too bad, because we have to discuss it” she insisted. “this is big. we’ve never so much as spent one summer break apart, you’ve dragged me to every family vacation and christmas dinner. but come fall, that’s over. you don’t think that’s important enough to even talk about? doesn’t it matter to you at all?”

“of course it matters!” he finally spat out, taking stumbling steps towards her. “i don’t want to talk about it because i know it’ll change everything.”

aegon’s eyes were glassy, his emotions threatening to spill over. “because you’ll be far away, making new friends, living a different life. you get to conveniently walk out on me and my fuck ups. i don’t want to talk about it because you’re leaving me.”

“leaving you?” the aegon that stood before her was shaking like a scared child, gone was the playful, laid back popular boy. for the first time that night, she could see clearly through him, the first time he’d allowed her to.

y/n moved closer, taking his hands in hers. “aegon, i could never leave you.” she promised. “you’re a part of me. distance doesn’t change that.”

“you say that now…” he mumbled, looking away as she caught tears running down his cheek.

“i’m not leaving you,” she repeated, more firmly this time, her heart aching for him. “we’ll find a way to make it work. i promise.”

“do you really mean that?” her hand reached out to his cheek, wiping away his tears with the pad of her thumb. “with all my heart,” she whispered. the vulnerability in his eyes was raw and unfiltered as he confessed “i don’t want to lose you.”

“you won’t,” she assured him, putting her arms around him as she pulled him into a tight embrace. “we’ll figure it out, together.” she sounded sure, determined.

he clung to her, and she could smell the weed and cigarettes on his shirt, she knew that he wasn’t as clear-headed as he should have been for the conversation they were having. “i don’t know what i’d do without you, y/n.” he muttered into her hair. she smiled against his chest. “lucky for you, you don’t ever have to find out.”

as one of his hands trailed down to her lower back, she suddenly felt her shorts were far too short for her to be having company. his other hand started to rub at her side, his thumb brushing up against the side of her breast and lingering just enough that she knew he could tell she was bare beneath her flimsy cotton top.

they’d been standing in silence for a minute when he suddenly spoke up, “i’m sorry that i mess everything up, you deserved to have me there with you tonight.”

his hand had stopped right by her cleavage, causing her throat to dry up. “it was just a stupid dance.”

“yeah, but it mattered to you.” he brought his other hand to her ass, as he pulled apart slightly to look down at her. her breathing became rapid as she looked back up at him.

in that moment, the tension between them shifted. aegon leaned in, his lips brushing against hers hesitantly. y/n responded, closing the distance again, with more passion.

there was a sense of urgency, a rush as his tongue entered her mouth. the hand on her ass moved to slip past her shorts and panties to grab at her bare skin, causing her to moan into his mouth. her own hands attempted to undo the few remaining buttons on his dress shirt, before letting her fingers roam around his exposed chest.

he pushed them back, till she felt the edge of her bed behind her making her fall back on it, pulling him down with her as she went.

his mouth moved to trail sloppy, wet kisses on her neck, and then down to her collarbone. she could feel him use his teeth, marking her for the next day.

situated as he was between her legs, she could feel his semi-hard on from under his pants, rubbing against her in the most delicious way making her wrap her legs tighter around him, to feel that friction more intensely.

his mouth broke away from her now-sensitive skin momentarily, as he lifted her top enough to expose her breasts to him. his hands roughly gripped the flesh, making y/n gasp with how cool his rings felt pressed to her skin.

his mouth then took in one of her nipples, as she whimpered at the sensation, her fingers pulling his hair as he flicked it with his tongue, before sucking on it.

when he finally lifted his head to look up at y/n, she couldn’t believe the scene before her. in that moment aegon was looking her with a hunger and wanting, that she didn’t think he’d even given cassandra baratheon.

what might come next though, made y/n nervous. she’d never gone this far with a boy before, reasoning with herself that she’d never liked anyone enough. but she could admit to herself now that she’d been waiting to share that experience with aegon, waiting for him to come around.

still, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to go all the way, or how to do it if she was.

thankfully for her, aegon reached ahead and merely kissed her lips once more, softer this time. then, even more unexpectantly, he placed a final, tender kiss atop her head, before climbing off from between her thighs and crashing down on the pillow beside her.

she blinked at the figure of him, lying next to her completely relaxed, as if what they’d just done was so routine, it didn’t warrant another thought. “get that lamp light next to you, would you?” he yawned.

as if in a daze, y/n wordlessly switched the light off, plunging the room into darkness.

she could hear him breathing beside her, close enough to block her nose with the smell of cigarettes she was sure she’d have to wash out of the sheets the next day. but with his pale hair falling like that against his fluttering eyes, she knew he was the only person she wanted, flaws and all.

drowsiness began to take over her after sometime, and she wasn’t sure if she actually heard him mumbling “love you” or if she’d dreamt it but she drifted off with a faint smile on her face nonetheless.

the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over y/n’s room. she stirred awake, stretching out lazily when her eyes fell on to the snoring boy beside her. she couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful his face looked, her hand stretching out to tuck behind the strands of platinum falling to his eyes.

she tried to be as quiet as she could in walking to her bathroom. standing in front of her mirror, she noticed the now purpling hickey right by her collarbone. she still couldn’t quite believe that the events of last night had actually occurred, but the evidence was staring her right in the face. her fingertips grazed the bruise, and the corners of her lips turned upwards automatically.

she washed her face and brushed her teeth in a haze, where all she could think about was what was going to happen next. would she and aegon have a conversation about it, or would he pretend it was nothing? oh god, what if he regretted it? the thought made her tense. instead of going back to her room she sat on the edge of her bathtub, nervously thinking about what impact last night would have on their friendship. she couldn’t imagine losing aegon, she thought. if it came down to taking whatever happened yesterday forward or saving their friendship, she would pick the latter, she determined. before she could lose her nerve, she decided to go back to her room with that thought.

upon her return she realised the object of all her anxiety was already up, rubbing his eyes with his palms and groaning, clearly nursing a hangover. her heart suddenly started to pound in her chest. “you’re up early. it’s not even noon yet.” she teased as she came to sit by him. “and morning to you too” he grumbled.

“how are you feeling?” she hesitantly asked, “like i got hit by a bus,” he said, attempting a weak grin.

she gave him a faint chuckle. she looked around the room as silence filled the space. she was hoping that he’d be the one to bring up last night, rather than making her go through the embarrassment and awkwardness of coming to that topic.

how did you even start that conversation? she wondered as she pulled at a few strands of embroidery coming untethered from the rest of her bedsheet. ‘hey last night was the best kiss i’ve ever had, let’s do it again sometime soon’? no, that wasn’t it. she stole a glance at aegon who had picked up his phone, neither of them having said anything to break the silence. i could start by telling him how i’ve always liked him? no that would definitely activate his commitment-phobia, and he’d go running out the door, she realised. sitting this long without either of them talking felt far too weird and she started to panic slightly.

she kept thinking if he was going to approach the topic, wondering if she should instead, when suddenly aegon got off her bed.

“what have we got here” he walked over to the basket where some of her old toys had been kept for her mother to donate when she went to college. “nothing just some old things” she replied, surprised that this was what he wanted to discuss now. he seemed to be entertaining himself by going through her things as if he hadn’t been in her room a hundred times before.

well, if he was going to avoid it, y/n decided she should be the one to rip off the band-aid. she cleared her throat to start speaking, when he suddenly cut her off, “do you still have that lightsabre i gave you for your 12th birthday? the one that used to light up and all?” “no, because you broke it playing with it in my garden that same day you gifted it.” she reminded him, “right…” he muttered, before going back to his rummaging.

this time she stood up and walked over to him, and started to say, “y’know i think we should talk—” “what’s ollie doing here?” grinning, he grabbed an old red octopus from the basket and lifted one of its stuffed tentacles to wave at her. “did this mean old lady steal you from me ollie?” “no, you stole him from me, remember? and alicent had to return it back” she reminded him, snatching the toy back from him in irritation. if he was going to keep mucking about, she was never going to be able finish what she wanted to say.

she exhaled a big sigh, and built up her courage again, “we have to talk about last night—” “yeah, what did happen last night?”

she could only blink, as aegon nonchalantly asked, not even bothering to look up from the box of broken, dusty toys. “what do you mean ‘what happened’?”

“as in how did i end up in your bed?” he laughed, “don’t remember much after us arriving at prom” her heart sank at his words. “you blacked out.” she said in realisation. she turned around and walked back to sit on her bed so he wouldn’t see her wounded expression.

he didn’t even remember what was possibly one of the biggest moments of her life, something so monumental that she’d woken up this morning as if waking up to a new life. all those years she'd spent unknowingly pining for him, she’d thought that now there was finally some hope that she could actually be with him. but one little sentence from him had made her memory of last night dissipate like a mirage.

what had she even been thinking, he was drunk out of his mind and was probably barely in knowledge of himself when they did what they did last night. it was a mistake, and it should have never happened. she couldn’t control the tears slipping down her cheeks, her back facing aegon to shield herself subconsciously.

“you were pretty drunk. you climbed up to my room and we talked for a while. you fell asleep here.” she answered in robotic narration, not daring a look at him. she wiped her face quickly as she heard him stop with his aimless search and come sit next to her.

“sounds accurate. i do anything stupid i should know about?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern. it was the standard question he asked when he blacked out. for a second, she wondered if she should tell him everything.

y/n shook her head, smiling faintly. “no, you didn't. just needed a place to crash.”

she thought about it rationally – even if they did talk about last night, what was going to be the best-case scenario? he would be glad of what he did? but even then, what would happen next? she was going to dorne, and him to the reach, and a long distance anything was going to be impossible enough. here they were nervous about their friendship surviving the distance, but a relationship? she couldn’t see any way this would end well.

and this was considering if aegon even wanted any of it. last night may have been special for her, but if drunken fooling around and crashing into bed was all it took to get him to pursue someone romantically, half the school was ahead of her in that line.

this was the best thing for both of them, she sadly thought, to preserve their friendship.

him putting his arm across her shoulders and squeezing her brought her out of her miserable thoughts, “thanks for looking out for me, as always.”

“of course,” she replied softly. “that's what friends are for.”

aegon met her gaze, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “yeah, best friends.”

a few minutes later she left momentarily to get herself a glass of water but by the time she returned, her room was empty with her window left open and her red octopus missing once again from her bed.

[tmvcreations]

Hey simmers!! I know its been awhile and im sorry. Life got in the way lol. Annnyyywaaayyy my sims prom sucked and felt like it all happened to quick, as a story teller i wanted the feeling they had to actually get ready for prom and take pictures together. Soooo i bring to you, Prom Night it has 16 group poses. 

10 of the poses are of teens getting ready for prom with the help of their parent.

2 of the poses are the sibling prom photo/siblings with their prom dates photo.

4 poses are of a prom date knocking on the door, giving the gift of a corsage, mother helping put corsage on while prom date shakes dad’s hand.

Since ive been learning to use accessories with poses plus with the nature of these poses this pack is very accessory heavy. I really hope that some of these poses help out whomever was looking for the same thing i was, also while posting this pack you dont necessarily have to use this for your sims prom! My poses are intended to help whomever may see them and think “i was looking for a pose just like that!”! So with that said ENJOY and thank you all for your kind support!!!!!

**For the corsage poses place the teleporter through the door. The other poses should be self explanatory(place 2 teleporters through chair). 

MANY THANKS TO THE CREATORS OF THE ACCESSORIES I USED.

Hair brush: https://www.patreon.com/posts/getting-dressed-47867009

Makeup: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-bracelets/title/makeup-palette-acc/id/1598791/

Makeupset2: https://ayumea.wixsite.com/a-luckyday/single-post/2016/03/12/%E5%8C%96%E7%B2%A7%E5%93%81%E5%A5%97%E8%A3%9Dmake-up-set

Giftbox: https://ayumea.wixsite.com/a-luckyday/single-post/2016/11/27/-box

Rat tail Comb: https://xldkx-cc.tumblr.com/post/634169619460079616/girl-i-cant-fit-you-in-today-an-extremely  

Hair buzzer: http://soloriya.blogspot.com/2018/03/barber-supplies-sims-4.html

Hair Straightener: https://mel-bennett.tumblr.com/post/651163212984745984/hair-care-acc-and-posepack-patreon-early

Corsage: https://joliebean.tumblr.com/post/185953880296/saurussims-prom-2019-collection-by-joliebean

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!!!!!!!!MORE PICTURES BELOW!!!!!!!!!

Any questions or problems please contact me.

DO NOT CLAIM AS YOUR OWN.

DO NOT RE-EDIT MY POSES.

DOWNLOAD LINK(sfs, ADFREE): http://www.simfileshare.net/download/3508551/

[spiltscribbles]

Im so excited!!!! Here’s a little “It’s always been you. You and only you.” sprinkled in with Green-Eyed Epiphany

~Notes: OMFG bubby!!!! You are so beyond adorable! Thank you So SO much for the sweetness!! I really hope you like this XS and fingers crossed  this fits the promptXS <3 <3 <3

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~R: my mom’s working the night shift at the clinic👀👀

~S: Kinky😏

~S: I can be there in 15

~R: make it 20 and get Chinese x

~S: sometimes I think ur j using me for the food

~R: and bring henny😈

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It’s seventeen minutes since Remus sent the last text when the front door of his modest ranch house begins to thump with a familiar wrapping that’s three quick knocks followed by two slower ones, and he has to wrestle down the eager grin from his face when he swings it open to find one of his closest friends standing at the threshold in that customary  weathered, leather jacket that he found two summers ago when Remus had taken him thrifting for the first time, and an impish sort of smirk that definitely would look ridiculous on anyone else, but only makes Sirius all the more maddeningly attractive. 

“What took so long?” Remus asks mildly, pulling him indoors by the sleeve and gesturing for him to set the goods on the kitchen counter once they cross the small foyer.

“You wound me, Lupin.” Sirius retorts, quick-silver eyes flashing before he pins him against the island and puts his hands on either side of his waistline with more gentleness than Remus would’ve expected before they began this whole sorted affair— Okay, maybe that’s the wrong word for it?

It’s not an affair, or tryst, or carrying on or whatever the fuck else Lily says when she’s teetering on the wrong edge of tipsy and thinks it’s her right to call Remus out on his bullshit— on his stupid, beyond obvious crush he’s been fostering for one of his closest friends since junior high.

It’s none of those things— It’s not nearly as dramatic.

It’s just— Just that yes, Remus has been harboring a tiny infatuation  for Sirius ever since that first day of the seventh grade  when he had moved to this tiny, coastal town after his parents divorce. But how could he have not? Sirius is hilarious, and a genius, and so gorgeous that sometimes it feels like his insides are twisting up whenever he glances over at him. And on that first day, he had just caught Remus’s eyes from across the library shelves before classes begun, and smiled in that uniquely electric way of his, and asked if Remus could put slime in a very specific locker, (Snape’s), for a very specific reason, (Because he kept following Lily around like a creep), on account to no one suspecting the new kid. And yeah— Remus was lost on him an embarrassing amount from then on. 

Sure, it can be regarded as kinda pathetic on Remus’s end— kindling this nest of emotions so close to the chest— but also it’s not as if he’s been lovestruck by his crush, like it’s some sort of waterlogged scarf he’s got dragging him down. His attraction towards Sirius is like a soft melody that’s swelling in the backdrop of all their interactions, nothing overwhelming— not a flood plane, not yet at least. It’s warm, and it’s familiar, and it’s persistent like a flutter of a humming bird’s wings.  And Remus doesn’t mind pining over someone as fantastical as Sirius Fucking Black.

Graciously, in some strike of incredible luck, Sirius never caught on to Remus’s silly feelings, not until that night when they were watching an old movie in Remus’s basement while James and Lily were celebrating an entire year together— save for all their sudden stops and just as speedy starts— and Peter was visiting his grandmother in Tampa Bay. It was the first time they had been alone together since Remus broke up with Caradoc for the final time, and Sirius just looked so fucking good in that casual, white v-neck and his skinny jeans that make him look like some echo of James Dean on his best day. And Remus isn’t sure who exactly moved forwards first, or how the fuck Meg Ryan wandering the Seattle streets was some sort of aphrodisiac, or why Sirius— who could have any guy he would ever want— was actually humoring him, but one second they’re lying down on the sofa— Remus caged between Sirius’s expanse and the cushions behind them— and the next he’s tasting PBR on Sirius’s lips, and has got a fist full of his dark hair, and is thrilling at the feeling of Sirius’s thigh between his legs. And yeah— it just happened like those sort of things are want to do, and by the end of it they were sticky and breathless and diffident in ways they never been around one another, in ways Remus reckons Sirius has never been around anyone.

But the next weekend, when Sirius’s latest sorta— but not really— boyfriend had canceled on their dinner plans, Sirius wandered over to Remus’s bedroom window and it was another tumbling of frenzied hands and loosen buckles and thrusting hips. And then it just became an easy release— a sort of poetry, an understanding in all but name.

And that’s fine. They don’t have to talk about it. Remus knows that Sirius isn’t the type to settle down with a partner, to go bowling for a date, or texting countless messages that amount to nothing at all at the end of the conversation, or putting up with another dude’s parents taking photos of them before leaving to prom or homecoming or whatever the fuck else. And Remus is sorta sick of the idea of love, of trying so hard only to end up heartbroken and eating a gallon of Chubby Bunny in his favorite sweats and cursing John Hughes for pretending Hollywood romances can happen to ordinary high schoolers. 

So yeah— This thing they’ve fallen into with each other is good. They’re friends— best friends— and they have fun and they’re apparently really fucking good in bed together, and Sirius never looks at Remus with pity when he spots him gazing at his profile absentmindedly, and he doesn’t mind when Remus traces invisible designs against his skin when they’re soaking in the after glow, and he never treats him  any different. Sirius still slings his arm around Remus’s shoulders when they walk down the halls, and he still buys him his favorite chocolates when he feels poorly, and he still faces Dorcas's disapproving wrath when he drags Remus out of the library to have a little mischief— whether it’s smoking a blunt in the abandoned skatepark in town or playing some stupid prank on those assholes in their year. 

For all intent and purposes, they still behave the same they’ve always acted around one another, but just with the miraculous addition of mind-blowing and dulcetly ductile sex.

This is good, this is fun, this is completely untethered from the bull shit of romance.

And if Remus mouths against the juncture of Sirius’s neck a little too intensely— trying to pry off the memory of the hickey Sirius had been sporting after spending the weekend with Gideon Prewett— Well no one has to be any the wiser, and by the sound of Sirius’s hitched breaths, he seems not to mind even slightly.

“Except my apology?” Remus asks, more coy than he ordinarily acts as he drops his arms around Sirius’s neck, and leans on the balls of his feet to whisper against his temple.

“Oh, you’re such a bastard,” Sirius retorts, labored as all get out, kneading his fingers into Remus’s ass that’s only covered by the thin layer of his plaid pajama bottoms. “You are going to have to do a lot more for me to forgive the lip.”

Remus laughs in a stammering sort of way as Sirius tugs him along, walking backwards to his room that he’s become incredibly intimate with since the first time they did this three months ago. 

“Sirius, the spring rolls— they’re gross if we have to heat them up again.”

“I’ll postmate us knew ones,” Sirius insists, covering Remus’s mouth with his own with fervor. “C’mon babe, do not tease me like this.”

Sirius must’ve caught his mistake, because he suddenly goes as red as Remus feels— The pet name was to close for comfort considering their strictly friends with benefits nature, but Remus is already half hard, and he really does not want to end this, so with a sly wink, he returns to nipping at Sirius’s jawline, rutting against him in a very unambiguous way. “Fine, if you really don’t think you’ll need the nourishment for your stamina?”

The words have their intended effect, and Sirius makes a small growl deep in his throat before practically tearing off Remus’s shirt, and dipping beneath the waistline of his pants, scooping him up and racing to the bed.

And they get lost in one another beneath the pale glow of Remus’s lamplight and the moon spilling through the window, relearning each others every patch of skin for minutes on end that wax and wane like the delta of ocean waves, unspooling into something tangible and tantalizing with every kiss punctuated with teeth that Sirius trails across Remus’s collarbone, and the way Remus palms greedy hands up and down Sirius’s back until he gets the hint and undresses.

“Well come on, you’re not an invalid, Lupin.” Sirius jeers and Remus chuckles as he follows suit until they’re both finally, blessedly nude. And with an easy assurance of them having done this more than a dozen times now, Remus crawls into his lap and kisses him straight on the mouth, preening how Sirius moans against him— canting up wantonly and grabbing at his hips with a sort of intensity that will probably leave bruises in the shape of the pads of his fingers, and Remus absolutely adores the idea of that, feels something hot and needy and desperate unfurl in his gut as he presses their mouths more forcefully together, going buzzed when he gets to relish in the sensation of their tongues running against one another, and the taste of the ridges on the roof of Sirius’s mouth, and the slide of the soft skin of his inner cheek— gasping when Sirius pulls away abruptly, panting an almost reverent, “Mother of God, Remus,” and tackles him flat on his back before they commence, with the addition of both their hard,  leaking cocks thrusting against one another and Sirius’s hand in Remus’s hair pulling that bit more forcefully while his other one roams the dips and planes of his side— skirting against the divots of his stomach muscle before he wraps it around the pair of them and begins to pull in earnest, to the rhythm that Remus swears was strung from the heavens above.

“Oh— Oh, yeah— Sirius,” Remus breathes out in a haggard sort of way, words that he refuses to ever call a mewl even if they’re stretched out and crackle with emotion.

“Yes—, just say that again,” Sirius practically demands, his mouth completely covering his ear in a wet, hot heat— his teeth scraping against the soft shell. “Remus, baby, just say my name, tell me you want it.”

And God, Remus is feeling so heady— like he’s floating and he couldn’t possibly come back down— that he probably would’ve listened to anything Sirius asked of him, especially if he does that thing again, when he squeezes the slick length of them with a tad more force than they usually play at. “Sirius, Sirius. Sirius, please, I’m close,” Remus shrills in an unsteady staccato— his normally smooth tenner going pitchy and pleading, and he can feel his toes curling, can feel the eminent release coming— What he does not expect is to feel something poking at his entrance, didn’t expect to be struck dumb by the sensation of the tip of Sirius’s large, dry finger poking right there, right against the fluttering hole, while he’s still pumping them in tandem, and the second it hooks inside Remus goes a startling sort of static , sees blasts of white blotching his vision and his head thrown back and his dick spirting out heavily against Sirius’s deliciously defined torso.

And he’s just breathing heavily now, during the come down, can barely make out anything  through the heavy weight around him, the one  cushioning his head— but he does graciously feel Sirius’s cock fucking into his own hand against Remus’s thigh and then idly the feeling of his come splattering him, but then after that he can just barely hear the distant padding of feed against floorboards, followed by a wet washcloth being dabbed against his skin. So when he finally forces himself to focus, he sees Sirius cleaning himself off, wrapping it into the pair of joggers Remus was wearing earlier and tosses it to the corner of the room. 

“Rude,” he scolds with no heat, shuffling closer to him when Sirius lies down besides him once more and circles an arm around his torso.

“THat’s what you get when you’re acting like a lazy fuck,” Sirius counters, smug as all get out while he threads a hand in Remus’s hair.

“Hmm, didn’t see that in the papers recently. Is it a new law?”

“Yeah, actually just past on the senate floor.”

“Interesting… Well considering that only one of us has a senator for a father, I really have to ask to see the power-point you shared with him to get this bill through the stalemate,” Remus’s head bounces against Sirius’s chest from the force of his laughter at the barb.

“Oh, stuff it, Lupin.”

Hiding his smile into Sirius’s skin, Remus does as told, and they both just lie there, as if everything’s gone suspended just for the pair of them, just so Remus can count out the beats of Sirius’s heart pulsing against his sternum, and can feel the way their legs tie into one another, and can feel Sirius mouthing against his temple, blowing his curls with every exhale. 

And Remus thinks that he’d do anything to remember this exact moment for every single day from here on out.

But then the quiet is abruptly and permanently punctured by the sound of his phone chirping, and he has to breathe in deeply before separating from the warmth of Sirius, and fishes down for the device that’s still crammed into the side of his bed from where he had hidden it after that initial text.

“Is Dearborn still on your ass to try again?” Sirius asks, a bit stilted.

Remus wonders if he’s just imagining the tension twisted in the question, but reasons that Sirius’s never been Caradoc’s biggest fan, so he just shrugs it off— really doesn’t want to get into some stupid argument about his asshole of an ex when he’s still feeling so content. “Nah, ’s James. Still trying to force me to go to the homecoming dance with you guys.”

“Oh,” Sirius retorts, lips pinched while watching Remus redress. “You should go, Marls is pregaming and you know she always gets the good shit.”

Remus shakes his head while puttering over to find a new pair of sweats and a sweater. “Nah, just not feeling it this year— Erm, you’re taking Gid I assume.” He’s not sure why he asks it, supposes he’s always a glutton for some pain and shitty feelings to inspire his playlists habit, but also maybe it’s him trying to sober himself. Trying to remember that despite this— despite everything they just did and  how easy it’s always been for them to fall into step with one another— Remus isn’t good enough to be seen with Sirius in the light of day. He’s probably not handsome enough or cool enough or something else that makes Sirius absolutely revolted from the thought. Probably that he’s beyond bookish, and looks painfully virginal and isn’t nearly as sly or snarky as his other conquests.

Truly, Remus should just be thankful that Sirius wants this at all, he shouldn’t be so crazed over the why nots of the situation— it’ll only kill him trying to be something he never could actually affect with any credence.

Schooling his features to something passably indifferent, Remus pivots to face him again, is startled when he finds Sirius still naked and staring at him with a burning sort of intensity in his storm cloud eyes. 

“He hasn’t said anything, but I guess he’s assuming as much,” he finally says, running a hand through his overgrown fringe, that familiar twitch of the corner of his mouth grabbing Remus’s attention. The one that tells him Sirius is actually irritated about something he’s not letting himself say out loud. 

“Erm, good? Gid’s a decent guy.” Remus mutters, head ducked once it gets to a point that he can’t stand Sirius looking at him like that— Not after how blissed out and ferocious he had been groping every inch of Remus only moments ago. “You guys are nice together.”

And it’s like the breath before the worst of storms when his words collapse between them, making the pregnant silence go suddenly suffocating.

“Right,” Sirius intones once Remus levels their gazes, hurriedly standing and collecting his own clothes, fracturing the moment completely. “Right. Whatever, yeah. I’ll go to the fucking dance with fucking Gideon Prewett. That’s good.”

“Sir—“

“No, it’s fine. You can just stay home, and mourn over that douchebag Dearborn some more, even though you ending it with that dick was the best decision you could’ve made, Remus, and I’m not even saying it just because I’m petty. He is a prick, and you need to finally get a clue how much better you deserve, damn it!”

Remus’s head feels like it’s swimming. Why is Sirius so angry all of a sudden? Does he not like Gideon? Why can’t he just cut it off like so many times before? And why the hell is he petty over Caradoc? The entire situation feels like someone’s just handed him a wedge of Swiss cheese and told him to knit it back together. 

“What is up your ass?” He decides is an appropriate enough question for his floundering, and shutters back only slightly at how fuming Sirius looks when he rounds on him— clothes disheveled and fearsome glower heavy on his face. 

“Whatever Remus, if you can’t see that Dearborn is bad news—“

“I’m not pining for Dearborn,” Remus interjects, really doesn’t feel like listening to one of Sirius’s ridiculous diatribes about him, not now. Not when he’s still so bewildered by everything else. “Why would you think that?”

The fire in Sirius’s eyes vanishes as quickly as someone blowing on a candle, and it’s his turn to gawk, gaping at Remus, shoulders dragged down and eyes wide. “Wait— You’re not?”

“No…. I haven’t even thought about him for weeks.”

“Oh.” Sirius looks contemplative for a moment, before the righteous anger that only he could ever wear with such conviction, melts over him once more. “All right, then what the fuck is this?”

Remus stiffens, feels his veins lace with ice, an his breath catch somewhere in his throat, really does not think he’s ready for this conversation. “This?” 

“Yes, Remus, this!” Sirius demands, sounding harsh in comparison to the barely croak Remus had spoken with. “Listen I don’t care if you want me to wait some more, if you need to lick your wounds or whatever. But why are you like pushing me on other people? Why do you want me not to be around? why do you  want me to go out with other dudes?”

Remus lies back on the chest of drawers now, feels beyond dazed. “What the hell are you talking about, Sirius?”

Sirius clenches his teeth right then, the hinge of his jaw going taught 

before he skulks closer, not letting Remus drop his gaze. “Is it me? Is it that you just can’t see me that way? Are you just stringing me along or something? Because I really didn’t think that was your style, but if it’s that, then Remus—“

“Stringing you along?” Remus asks in a voice barely above a whisper, just needs to feel his lips forming the absolutely risible words, even if it makes it so something dark passes across Sirius’s beauteous features.

“Remus, I swear to God! Stop repeating everything I’m fucking saying!”

“Then start making  some damn sense!” Remus snaps, suddenly heated as he straightens and pins him with a proper scowl. “What in holy hell are you going on about?”

“God! Do I have to spell it out!” Sirius barks, cutting the final step dividing them and grabbing for Remus’s shoulders with a tight squeeze. “I know you just wanted to fuck around with someone after Dearborn showed his extreme dickitude, and listen, I was so fucking ecstatic that you wanted me for it. But I can’t do this in-between shit anymore! I’m sorry, but I can’t! And I get if this is annoying, but I’ve been crazy for you for so long. And I just can’t keep myself at an arms length anymore, not now that we’ve really had each other, not after you let me actually touch and taste and fuck you and— Damn it, this isn’t coming out the way I wanted, all right! Damn it, maybe Evans was right and I should’ve made queue cards like some dumb ass— But then James pointed out how unromantic that was, and Marlene said—“

Gently, Remus puts his shaking fingers against Sirius’s lips, effectively killing off anything else he’s about to say. And slowly, everything is beginning to slot into place, and he’s so spiteful over how they’ve been such idiots this entire time— swears to put salt into Lily’s coffee next time he sees her. 

“I didn’t know you actually were into me Sirius.”

Stunned, Sirius’s dark brows hike up to his hairline. “How the hell didn’t you know?” He demands against Remus’s fingers, thunderous and insulted looking.

“Because you never fucking said as much!” Remus defends himself, feels a mangled sort of laughter squirming out. “God, we’re idiots.”

“We’re?” Sirius asks, hesitant and red faced before Remus moves his hand to peck softly against his mouth. 

“I’ve been half in love with you for years you absolute ass-wipe, it’s always been you! You and always you.” Remus tells him breathily, still fighting down the last remnants of his actual, god forsaken giggle— like he’s thirteen again and getting buzzed off his mom’s peach wine coolers. “I only never said anything because I never thought I’d have a chance with someone like you— Someone so— so— Someone so amazing.”

The smile Sirius favors him with right then is something absolutely incandescent, and his eyes shimmer with a very distinct sort of joy that Remus wonders if anyone besides him has ever witnessed. “Then you’re definitely the biggest idiot between us, Lupin.” Sirius declares, knocking their foreheads together, and lacing his hand into Remus’s own before squeezing meaningfully.

“Fuck off,” Remus snorts, presses forwards for another languorous kiss, not feeling in danger of being swallowed whole any more— finally letting himself drown and knowing that Sirius will be there to pull him back up no matter what. 

“Oh, I could get used to this,” Sirius smirks, snakes his arms around Remus’s waste that bit tighter.

“Hmm, there is the problem that I usually don’t put out until at least the third or fourth date,” Remus says mildly.

“Pff, ‘s fine, Lupin,” Sirius insists, grinning beatifically. “I like you being a hussy for me!— Oof, careful with the merchandize, you were speaking some real exaltations about that part of my anatomy not too long ago.”

Moving his knee from the point at hand, Remus sticks out his tongue at him. “See if you ever get any ever again, Sirius Black.”

When Sirius laughs, it sounds like the strike of lightening against unmarked land, and the honey cloaked side of a knife’s edge, and like everything splendid Remus has ever known. And he thinks that yes, he could get used to this right back.

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          hillo sexthy legends !!   i’m nora and i’ll be writing margo colby n probs sm1 else bcos lets be real, i lack self-control. u can find her pinterest here n some info abt her sexy self below the cut. plot with me on discord ( hot girl midsommar#8664 ) or in my ims !!  x o x

     * CAMILA MORRONE, CIS WOMAN + SHE / HER  | you know MARGO COLBY, right? they’re TWENTY-THREE, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, ELEVEN YEARS? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to SCRAWNY BY WALLOWS  like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole BLEACH WHITE SNEAKERS POUNDING ON A GYMNASIUM FLOOR, USING THE SAME BLUNT SCISSORS TO HACK THE SLEEVES OFF AN EXES T-SHIRT THAT YOU USE TO CUT YOUR 3AM FRINGE, A WALNUT-SHAPED ACHE IN THE PIT OF YOUR STOMACH FOR THE PERSON YOU COULD HAVE BEEN thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is AUGUST 8TH, so they’re a LEO, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nora, 25, gmt, she/her )

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bullet point summary of margo.

—   born margaret but NOBODY calls her that. its colby, coach or margo, and go to the privileged few. margo grew up in the creek commune n then dropped out of school cos of a teenage pregnancy so she was a bit of a cautionary tale back in’t’day (said tht in my yorkshire accent). she now works for summer camps coaching pee wee soccer and pee wee cheer, as well as helping out her beekeeper dad on his honey farm, which is jst north of abernathy creek, and working at scuba on the off seasons.

—  its just her and her dad, and has been for as long as she can recall !! everything she knows about her mum could fit on the back of the weathered passport photo she keeps in her wallet of a stranger who shares her face - her name’s melody, or at least tht was name she used when working as a dancer, she’s from argentina and dropped mag’s dad as soon as someone w more money came along.

—  margo’s father is a beekeeper with his own organic honey company. margo and her dad moved to irving in the early 00s, the summer between grade school and middle school, because her dad had heard about the communal living in abernathy creek and wanted to lend his skills there and live off the fatta the land in a very lenny from of mice and men kinda way.

—  for a few years of middle school margo was bullied for living with the ‘freaks from the creek’, but when they realised how chill her dad was with underage drinking, margo ‘keg-bringer’ colby soon gained popularity among the more renegade students. every so often, the high school parties would happen at her end of town, occasionally with members of the commune even offering the high schoolers a spiritual experience they’d never forget (often in the form of mushrooms) which meant people tried to stay on her good side. to get an invite to a margo colby party handed you a free pass to make up the most ridiculous shit about the commune you liked and nobody else could say anything, because they’d never been to the creek.

—  at school, margo had a lot of ‘behvioural issues’ bcos of undiagnosed adhd, she found it difficult to sit still for hours n write down huge chunks of information n her restlessness was seen as laziness. she was encouraged to do sports, as were most of the kids who weren’t that academically inclined, but she turned out to be pretty hot shit at sprinting, because she grew up surrounded by bee houses and he who runs slowest gets stung, baybeyy!! so yea, in school sports became her LIFE. she was gonna get a sports scholarship to college but ended up dropping out of school in senior year n becoming one of those kids who could have had it all but lost it.

—  she had sex with sutter at a house party when she wasnt really ready because it felt like the right thing to do at the time and everybody else was doing it. she’d attended health class, she’d seen the corny videos. she knew about all the statistics, but she also knew that it had never happened to anyone she knew and the pull out method was basically safer than the morning after pill and way less expensive.

—  a teenage pregnancy knocked her out of the runnings for prom queen and meant she had to leave school early. she didn’t go to college when her friends did, instead she spent the time interviewing potential foster candidates and eating her weight in lindt chocolate while marathoning love island in her room.  

—  she had a son, who she passed off to someone else a couple of towns away.  it was a closed adoption which seemed like the best idea at the time, but she now wishes she had access to his life.

—  after peaking in high school and jumping between jobs for a few years, she got a more permanent role at scuba which she loves with all of her heart and soul, but unfortunately a bar job doesn’t pay the rent.  

—  she works at summer camps coaching  junior soccer and netball on the side. she’s extremely competitive and takes it very personally if her team lose. the kids all call her, coach colby n write her longwinded letters about how they’ll never forget this summer camp before they go back to their suburban picket fence houses n she keeps all the letters in a drawer n takes them out to read when she’s feelin depressed.

—  enjoys surfing and worked for a number of years on resorts like mila kunis’ job in forgetting sarah marshall. she went on to work 18-hour days as a stewardess on luxury yachts which is a part of her backstory i added after watching season one of below deck because i guess i really am that fucking impressionable. met most of her surf friends doing tht but said she’d never in her life do it again bcos it was mostly just picking up after rich white ppl for shit pay. she came back to irving n thats when she started doing the summer camp jobs so she could move out of the creek n get her own apartment. 

—  she never actually finished senior year so she’s currently going to night school at the community college to get through her exams and is trying to save to go to college or open university. she wants to major in criminology. she’s super ambitious but also super adhd so she fluctuates between thinking she can achieve anything to just feeling like a failure n thinkin whats the point

—  used to shoplift to feel joy and as an act of resistance to her hippy commune routes, but now sees herself as a reformed, bin-diving freegan (sims 4 eco living can i get a hell yaaaa). also she thinks it’s totally wrong to steal when you have enough money and clearly don’t need to steal to survive, ppl risk imprisonment for basic necessities, so for her to do it for a brief thrill and some new shades felt a bit derogatory

—  was raised jewish. became a vegetarian as a child because it seemed, at the time, easier than having to explain which foods she was and wasn’t allowed to eat together, so she just cut out meat entirely. still a vegetarian now and dabbles in veganism, although its become less about not eating certain meats in the milk of their mother and more about her global impact / carbon footprint

—  nurses little animals to health in her garden. has a hedgehog name OJ short for orange juice not the other one filthy pig. her and her dad have always been huge animal rights activists and existed on a vegetarian diet. the only one in their house who isn’t vegetarian is their cat, auggie. (short 4 augustus gloop)

—  has a lot of stupid ass stick and poke tattoos. there was a phase during her years as a barmaid where she wanted to train as a tattoo artist n would mostly practice on herself or any friends who would let her

—  she doesn’t form many long lasting friendships cos she tends to be super excited when she makes a new friend and just see them all the time but then it wears off and she can ghost a bit. she’ll always coming pinging back but she’s not the most predictable or loyal friend, sometimes she’ll sleep in your house every night for a week and then you won’t even get a text from her for a month. her best friends are elderly neighbours and houseless people she meets when volunteering at the foodbank. she thinks they’re more authentic than most of the ‘fake posers’ she meets down the vela pier

—  calls herself a butch lesbian but still has sex with men when she wants validation. sexually attracted to some men, especially effeminate men, but only romantically attracted to women. very possessive of the gals in her life.

—  stopped giving a shit about getting older or adhering to anyone elses bullshit standards, realised it was all fake p much as soon as she dropped out of school and one by one her friends just stopped texting her

—  lives in one of the lofts in port apartments. it’s open plan with rugs and lava lamps everywhere. she has a palette bed. its all very ‘sustainable chic’. like, oh wow, a pallet bed that im supposed to think you made from scratch but i KNOW you got it  off ebay because you thought it looked trendy

—  constantly says shes poor but still buys clothes from urban outfitters. sus.

—  frequently found at fannies flirting with the cute bisexual bartender with a choppy black bob.

general vibe / personality

vibrant, vulgar, self-absorbed, tenacious, veers bewteen apathetic and dogmatic, temperamental, flighty, unreliable, magnetic, charismatic, passive aggressive, likes to play devil’s advocate, takes the moral high ground. estp and a leo

likes: 70s music, john wayne movies, black mirror, philosophy, cowboy chic culture, dc comics, the smell of locker rooms,, deep red lipstick, lacrosse sticks, smoking weed from a bong, dogs, karaoke, pet rats, kate moss, late-night strolls, hawaaiian shirts worn open over a bralette, skinned knees, thai food, picking the apples at the very top of the trees, zip-lining, cigarettes, the idea of pegging but not the practical application of it, decorative lamps, LGBTQ+ pin badges, worn-out furniture, twangy electric guitars.

dislikes: girls who call other girls ‘pick me’ girls, woody allen movies, mental mathematics, wealthy children, quentin tarantino, ironing, institutionalised misogyny, the imaginary future, french literature, ‘dump him’ feminism, wes anderson films, spoken word poetry nights, college-educated bar staff who act like they’re better than you,  indie softbois, the general mentality of cheerleading squads.

aesthetics

orange peel, the smell of bleach, skeleton drawings in the margins of a journal, thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, bleach white sneakers pounding on a gymnasium floor, setting dumpsters on fire for the hell of it. a hit flask of vodka decorated with hello kitty stickers, split knuckles, alien conspiracy theories and sci-fi paperbacks, doc martens with fraying laces, a child in an oversize bee keepers suit, scabbed knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, and piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your dad wouldn’t take you,  a tennis racket you punched through in a fit of temper, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes.

hoo boy this is getting LONG AS FUCK but here are my wanted plots

wanted plots

ok margo’s been in irving since she was like 10. she’s quite a vivacious person?? she dresses completely instinctively without any sense of cohesion so she stands out. a guy once told her she was wearing the ugliest outfit he’d ever seen and he thought that was so cool and brave of her. but anyway where was i going.. she grew up in the abernathy creek so stuck out like a sore thumb,,,, maybe ppl who were super interested in the creek or maybe poked fun at her bcos of it idk.....

b4 she dropped out, margo used 2 b in with the cool kids at school bcos her dad would buy them booze and rarely ask for the money. maybe a fun plot cld b with some of the ‘it girls’ she used to hang around with b4 she got pregnant n dropped out and they all went off to college n stopped texting her.

frinds !! unlikely friends !! toxic friends !! some1 she feels like she knew before irving ???

since margo literally can’t differentiate between romantic and platonic love, she’s got off with so many of her mates, so i want awkward friendships where they nearly dated, or exes that have now just turned into weird friendships. fwbs. enemies with benefits. all the angst. all the slow burn mutual pining we hate each other narratives

locals who play sports. margo wld be all over community soccer n take it way too seriously. maybe ppl she plays hockey with. girls who she’s like, weirdly intimate with but its not a thing cos the other girls straight !!! what do u mean !! aha just fun !

she works part time at scuba. i want a mate that just goes and sits in there talking to her until her manager gets angry.

she's also a surf instructor and occasionally works as a lifeguard!! gal has like 7 jobs ik but regular swimmers hmu

ppl she coaches at the gym !! she wants to be a personal trainer

i reckon she might have recently started meditating to try and calm down her mind cos its always bustling with thoughts, n i think she’s p interested in buddhism so if anyone’s a buddhist hmu

someone she’s trying to make a zine with on female empowerment and women in film and art, etc. just a very feminist zine. 

TLDR:  angry sports gay, former high school track prodigy turned drop out, who likes feminist literature, wearing leather jackets over slip dresses, and smudged red lipstick.

this was so long !!! im sorry !! if you’ve read this far have a biscuit, love x

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Fast cars and Freedom: Breathin (2/?)

A/N: This is my take on ROD. It takes place 6 years in the future and also jumps back to events of the past. If you would like added to the tag list, let me know!! You can also catch up HERE

Pairings: Logan x Ellie, Colt x Ellie

Rating: Mature on all counts, young eyes look away.

Word count: 1938

Chapter inspiration:

Summary: Ellie is adjusting to life back on the West Coast. But will a simple a night out be just that?

It had been 2 days since ellie had been back in L.A, she borrowed her dad's car and headed to the local elementary school to enroll Luca. Since it was summer still Luca would start Kindergarten in the fall. They walked into the office of the school, Luca beamed as she looked around. “Mommy, is this where I am going to school?”

“Yes Luca. this is where mommy went to school when I was your age.”

They were greeted by a tall slender woman. “Hello, how may I help you.”

“I am here to enroll my daughter for Kindergarten.” Ellie looked up, her eyes widening as the woman smiled back at her.

“Of course.” she looked down at the papers “Miss Martin… Ellie Martin? Is that you?”

“Ah, Hi Ingrid. Nice to see you again.” Ingrid smiled, Ellie couldn't tell if she was enjoying the fact she clearly got pregnant right out of high school or if she was actually happy to see her. “So good to see you too, and this your daughter Luca?” She looked down at Luca who smiled brightly at her, she looked back at Ellie and she could tell the gears were turning. Ingrid knew she was dating Logan then, she tried hitting on him at brent's party and he shot her down. She also knew that she was seeing colt, that was much clear by the way they couldn't keep their lips or hands off each other at prom.

“Yes, this is Luca. Luca can you say Hello.”

“Hello miss? Um, what is your name?” Luca spoke. “I am Mrs Vandermeer, it is a pleasure to meet you Luca.”

Ingrid went over her registration, noting Lucas test scores well advanced for a 5 year old. “Well, she is definitely bright like her mother.” Ingrid smiled “Everything looks to be in order, It just seems to be missing fathers information.”

Ellie dropped her head “He's not in the picture.” she never felt more embarrassed then she did in that moment. Here she was, high school valedictorian and didn't know who her child's father was.

“I see. That's ok, we have your father as an emergency contact, and Riya Washington. That's nice you guys are still friends.” She couldn't tell if Ingrid was trying to be nice or secretly talking crap to herself,  but she appreciated the bail out. “Yes, Riya and I are still close.” Ellie looked over at the photos on her desk, a small child with blonde hair in every frame and one of her and her husband. “Oh. You married Brent?” Ingrid smiled and held out her hand displaying a ridiculously large rock. “Going on 3 years. We have a son and another little one on the way.” Ellie felt the smallest twinge of jealousy, but she was also really happy for Ingrid.

“Congratulations Ingrid. I am really happy for you.” Ingrid nodded,  a silent agreement they forged at prom 6 years ago looming between them.  She turned to Luca “Well, you miss Luca are officially a kindergarten student.” Luca jumped up “Alright! Yay! Mommy, I'm gonna need to go shopping, I have to look my best for my first day of school.” she turned to Ellie, hands on hips. “But Lulu sweetie, you have a month before school starts.”

“Well I have to have time to plan mommy.”

Ellie wasn't a fashionista, this trait her daughter had reminded her of Logan.  He loved to get dirty working on cars, but he was a pretty boy, and cleaned up nicely.

They made their way back to her dads,  Ellie dropping Luca off so she could run a few more errands and stop in her new office to sign a few papers before heading home. She drove along in her father's older Honda, passing a few places that sparked some memories. She came up to a red light, her attention drawn to the large empty parking lot next to her. Her heart raced as she noticed the chunks of pavement missing from where she flipped her car Setting up the brotherhood .  All the money that school had, and they couldn't fix the parking lot. She made her way through the city one thing she did not miss was all the traffic lights. She awaited the light to turn Green when she felt a sharp jolt come from behind pushing her forward.

“son of a fucking bitch.” she climbed out of her car “Did you just hit me?” her anger took over her. “I am so, sorry.” a young girl got out of the car. “I just got my license a week ago. Man my dads gonna be so mad. Maybe he was right, Driving is Dangerous.”

The girls words hitting her like a ton of bricks, quickly softening her mood.

“Hey. Its ok, accidents happen. Don't let it discourage you from driving.  It is your right to drive, but you have to be aware of your surroundings at all times.” she reassured the girl. “I'll take care of this, you call your dad. I am sure he will just be happy you are ok.”

Ellie called in to inform them of the accident, the police came and took a report. They had to tow the car since it suffered some rear end damage. She pulled out her car calling Riya to pick her up. Once they got back to her dads Riya and Ellie sat around catching up. “Can I just tell you how stupidly excited I am that you are finally home?” Riya squealed. “I know, it kind of feels good to be home to be honest.” Ellie gave her a half chuckle.

“We should go out and celebrate.” She squeezed her hand. “No Riya. I couldn't, what about Luca?” Ellie shook her head. “Ellie, you never take time for yourself. Your dad can keep Luca, come out, let loose.”

“Riya is right sweetheart, go have fun. I got Luca.” Her dad cut in. “ are you sure? I don't want to take advantage of you.” Ellie hesitated.

“Nonsense,  I finally get my girls home, Im making up for lost time.” He turned to Elie who was coloring “What'dya say munchkin, popcorn and movie night with Grampy?”  Luca jumped down from the table. “I say Heck yes!” She winked.

“Luca Rose!” Ellie shrieked.  And that reminded her of colt. “Sorry mommy.”

Riya and Ellie headed out, she found an outfit for the evening and they went back to Riyas to get ready. Riya and Darius bought her parents house after they retired and moved to Florida. She walked in and immediately colts face flashed through her mind. The way he looked at her when she descended the stairs in her pink prom dress. She wondered momentarily what he was up to, before she was pulled from her thoughts.

“The trio is back in action.” Darius shot finger guns at her as he pulled her into a hug. “Good to see you smartie pants.” he grinned. “Good to see you too Dare. Wheres Marcus?”

“Put him to bed. Toddlers are a lot of work.” he grunted. Ellie shook her head in agreement.

“Sorry to break up the reunion, but we need to get her ready to meet a man tonight.” Riya giggled as she pulled her up to the bedroom so they could get ready. “Riya NO, that was not the plan. I don't need a man.” Ellie refused.

“Just… go, in there and get ready.” Riya nudged her into the bathroom.

Ellie curled her hair making loose beach waves. She applied minimal makeup, she was never one to doll herself up. Truth be told she was envious of every girl with flawless makeup, she could never quite master the art of the contour.

She stepped out in a knee length little black dress, that accented all the right parts. Riya let out a low whistle. “whoa mamma, somebody's gonna get lucky tonight.”

“oh god no! I'm not going anywhere near a man. I'm just happy to hang out with my bestie.” she kissed Riya on the cheek, leaving a red lip print. “Ellie, you asshole.” Ellie playfully shoved Riya. “Come on, our uber is here.”

They entered the club, the lights blinding them as they made their way to the bar grabbing some drinks. The couldnt find a table so they stood by the bar, they talked and laughed for a while,  having drink after drink before deciding to head out to the dancefloor. They twirled and moved to the beat, getting lost in the rhythm. For the first time in what felt like forever she felt her worries melt away, she hadn't felt so free, so Alive in a long time. “I gotta pee.” She tapped Riya on the shoulder. She made her way to the bathroom,  passing the VIP area. She could hear girls laughing loudly and flirting, people cheering. She rolled her eyes. Probably some bimbos looking for a hot shot to take one of them home. She made it to the bathroom, or the extremely long line to it.

Her eyes took her to the dance floor, locking on a couple dancing close together, she thought back to they went to Hyrieus.

*******

She danced like nobody was watching spinning around until she was dizzy. Stumbling into Logan. “Whoa. I got you. You dizzy?” She held onto logans strong shoulder “Yeah maybe a little.” she steadied herself noticing a guy checking Toby out. “Hey Toby, that guy over there is totally checking you out.” Toby sauntered over to dance with the stranger. Logan was talking to Ximena now,  Ellie's eyes locked on colts. She walked over grabbing his hand “Dance with me.” She pulled him to the dance floor. “I don't really dance.”

“Neither do I.” she pulled him father into the dance floor, away from the crew.

“I've been waiting to get you alone all day.” He pulled her closer, tilting her face up with one finger. “Is that so? I'm starting to think you like me.”

“I don't like anybody.” He smirked looking in her eyes as his fingertips lightly gripped her hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him in closer.  Their lips inches from each others. “Is Logan watching?”

“Why, do you not want him to see us together?”

“Would it be wrong if I kind of wish he could?” Ellie eyed him “I'm not some shiny object for you two to fight over. I'm just a person.” He stared deep into her brown eyes. “Oh Ellie, you're so much more than that.”

She grinded against him keeping with the beat of the music. “I thought you couldn't dance.”

“i'm just doing what feels good.” she batted her lashes. “Well keep doing what feels good.”

She gripped his hair, pulling his face down to hers. Lips crashing against each other with need. Everything else slipped away, it was as if nobody else was there, just the two of them. They pulled apart breathlessly his lips grazing her ear. “You're my driver forever, you know that right?”

“Promise?”

***********

She was pulled from her thoughts by the woman behind her, tapping her on the shoulder letting her know it was her turn. She left the bathroom, making her way past the vip section again.  She was almost at the bar when she swore she heard someone calling her name, she could barely hear of the loud thumping of the base. Until she felt a tap on her shoulder. “Ellie?” She turned quickly, her heart pounding at the sight in front of her. She swallowed hard “Logan?”

He smiled back at her “Hi troublemaker.”

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[sansajonquil]

I MET EMERSON BARRETT. I AM SCREAMING SO HARD. I MET HIM. HE IS SUCH AN INSPIRATION TO ME. LOUD INCOHERENT INTERNAL YELLING. Okay, to begin with last night, i went to crowbar sydney to see palaye royale. i think the live music room was a fantastic intimate atmosphere, but way too hot, even with the ceiling fans being switched on. i didn’t particularly like all the jumping around within the mosh pit, and i was a bit worried about the things i was carrying getting damaged/lost, and people accidentally stepped on my feet/whacked me with their hands/arms/hair, because of mosh pit jumping (but i got used to it soon), and what if my medical stomach issues acts up, especially with standing still for too long. but it was mostly okay with mosh pit, and i really like that the mosh pit connects people together. remington leith was so funny and cool; he said that it was good to be down under, and was hilarious with the random phrases he encouraged the audience to say, like Aussie Aussie Aussie (he initiated the cheer), and the fans said Oi Oi Oi! A fan said i love you, and he screamed i love you too! which was so cool and awesome of him. the performances were good and vibrated very much within my spirit/body. they played some of my faves, like get higher, mr doctor man, dying in a hot tub, don’t feel quite right, you’ll be fine. they didn’t play morning light, which im a bit sad about, but that’s okay. morning light is a very important song to me, it resonates a lot within my spirit, and gives me hope for my life, and i love the visual art creative direction, and remington’s voice is beautifully raw and acoustic and calm and filled with hope and love, and emerson is so GORGEOUS THERE IM YELLING; OKAY IM DONE FANGIRLING. they were one hour late in performing. curtains closed after the show set and encore song. and then fans started leaving/moving around/drinking water/buying merchandise. but i was thinking it was strange fans continued to stay when the show was over and i checked my phone and it was 10pm. i was expecting they may come back on stage, and i i just waited around, and then i saw them again around the crowbar, and security asked fans to form individual lines for them. about 10.40pm was when i met emerson barrett. my favourite member of the band. emerson said hi how are you, and i think i said hi im good thanks, pumped up still with starstruck anxiety. i think i might have said how are you back, and he answered, but i was very nervous so i can’t recall. i had what i wanted to say to him in keywords in my mind, so i could fully articulate to him, without forgetting what i was going to say. he is so unbelievably gorgeous up close. i said i really enjoyed the concert tonight, i thought he was a really amazing artist and drummer, and is a sweet and lovely person. he said thank you, and i think that he said he tries to be and i think he said that his mother raised him to be, in response to sweet & lovely. he asked me my name, and i said it, and he said it was lovely to meet you, and to see you around. i said it was lovely to meet you too. for the photo, he asked if i wanted one (”now, would you like a photo?”), i said yes, but that no-one else was here with me. so he asked a nearby fan to (”will you be a friend, and take a photo of us?” something along these lines), and she kindly took a photo with my phone. he hugged me more than once, and with photo hug, he said that it was prom style. overall, im fangirling a lot, more so with meeting emerson than concert. i couldn’t believe i had the chance, because of missing out on vip. he is such a lovely person, draws gorgeous artworks and i want to buy/get avant garde society book volumes of his, is so kind and talented and awesome as shown in interviews like with Alternative Press, and his and the other palaye members’ tv show royal television. i still want to get vip in the future, to go to their acoustic concert in their trailer van, sign on their wall, meet all of them again especially emerson and talk to them and take photos of/with all of them, and see their live concert. CUE MORE SCREAMING TO CONCLUDE THIS STATUS.    

[chocafe]

prom — wang ziyi

summary: a lavish prom experience wasn’t exactly what you wanted. all you needed is ziyi to be by your side for this to be considered a perfect night. pairing: boyfriend!ziyi x reader a/n: linong + zhengting + xiaogui + xukun + chengcheng + yanjun + zhangjing + other members to come soon

BEFORE PROM

you and ziyi have been dating for quite a while, so you guys were automatically prom dates without even having to mention it

“are you going to prom?”

“idk are you going?”

“i’ll go if you go”

“okay”

“so are you going????”

unlike the others, there was no need for him to do a giant promposal that causes the whole school to look at you

you were both on the casual side and liked to keep things to yourself

when it came to finding the perfect dress to wear for the night, ziyi decided he wanted to jump along to keep you company

“i’m sorry that you’re here with me. i feel like i’m just dragging you along.”

“why are you apologizing? i want to be here with you. this was my choice after all.”

he always knew how to put you in a good mood just by the choice of his words

even though ziyi was charming, he was no help at all because whenever you tried on a dress and asked for his opinion, he always said “you look beautiful in it.”

“i understand that you’re in love with me, but i need a serious opinion.”

this then resulted in him being in charge of taking photos of you in your dress, so you could send it to your friends and ask for their opinions instead

zhangjing: y/n... that dress isn’t cute at all. i can’t believe ziyi said you looked nice in it

zhangjing: sometimes you just have to drop that boy even if he’s so cute 😩🚫

PROM DAY

to be honest, you and ziyi are sort of inseparable

on school days, he’d come over to your house and study with you until the moon rises (depending on how long he stays, he sometimes has dinner with you and your family)

while on the weekends you two would have a small date at home, go out to explore the city or even hang out with your guys friends together

no matter what, you two were always with one another

if you weren’t able to see ziyi in person then you’d resolve the issue by facetiming him

just like today

let’s imagine you have an iphone #teamiphone

while you were getting ready for prom, you facetimed ziyi as he did the same on the other line

“you know, it’s considered bad luck if we saw each other before the event.” ziyi brought up as you curled your hair

“that only occurs when you’re getting married. remember, we’re going to prom.” you playfully roll your eyes

“then are you going to facetime me on our wedding day too?”

“can i receive a ring first?” you joked around with him

“you know that i can give you one anytime you please.”

you wanted to die because why was ziyi so CHARISMATIC

once you two were done getting ready, you ended your facetime call with him as he left to your house

you were quite surprised to see ziyi drive up to your driveway with expensive car and his handsome self

sometimes you forget how rich this boy is

i don’t know how much cars cost, but let’s just imagine this is a rich ass car that not everyone can afford

since he’s the best boyfriend ever, he always remembers to open and close the car door for you every time

sometimes, he even buckles in your seatbelt for you

it’s super cheesy, but it’s cute, so you don’t really mind

ONE HAND ON THE STEERING WHEEL ONE ON YOUR THIGH SHSKSHSKSK

while arriving at prom and entering the venue, ziyi notices how your dress is dragging on the floor

since your dress was too long for you, he decided to hold the back of your dress, so it doesn’t become dirty by touching the ground

he continues to do this for the rest of the night

just like everyone else, you two join the wide group of students and dance

when a circle forms on dance floor, ziyi is the first person to go in and show off his breakdancing skills

im still pressed over the fact that idol producer didnt show much of how good dancer ziyi is

in the middle of prom, you get warned out from dancing so much

you decided to sit down and ziyi follows you from behind (as usual)

he lets you rest your head on his shoulder

ziyi could be out there dancing, but he chose to be with you instead and watch you fall asleep on him

“you know, you come off as a cold guy to other people, but i’ve always thought of you to be warm and cozy.” you randomly say as you open your eyes, still resting your head on his shoulder

“was that a compliment?” he questions you as he raises an eyebrow

“trust me, that’s more than a compliment. it means that i feel like i’m at home with you and that’s the best it could get.”

without saying more, ziyi brushes the loose pieces of hair out of your face and holds your hand right afterwards

“y/n, i’m madly in love with you.”

it wasn’t your first time hearing that ziyi loved you, so you already knew how he felt about you. although, you still get butterflies whenever he did proclaim it

“you better be.” you giggled, squeezing his hand a tad bit. “i’ll always love you.”

it was true, you’ll always have a particular love for ziyi and he’ll also always have a special place in your heart no matter where the future will take you two

he was your first boyfriend and you were able to learn valueable lessons from him

you prayed that there will be a future for you two and he did the same

“should we go dance now?” you ask while rising up from your position

“let’s stay like this for a little longer.” ziyi grabs a hold of you and lightly pushes your head back onto his shoulder

you beam a smile as you gracefully snuggle into him

AFTER PROM

there was a party happening after prom, but ziyi secretly didn’t want you to attend it

he said, “it’s up to you if you want to go.” because he cares about your viewpoint and wants you to make your own free choices

the reason he didn’t want you to go was because there would be endless supplies of alcohol at the party and he didn’t want you to become intoxicated

all he wants is for you to stay on the safe side

you understood where he was coming from, so you decided to not go to the party

parties like these weren’t your type either

also you had a curfew

your parents wanted you to be home by 12am

with that being said, ziyi wanted to make sure you arrive exactly on time

“why are you driving so fast?”

“your parents want you home, so i need to get you thERE ASAP.”

he’s on good terms with your parents, so he’ll do whatever they say to continue to be on their good side

once you arrive home, ziyi opens your door and you automatically fall into his arms

you grasped his back while he also held you in his arms as he leaves a soft kiss upon your forehead

“i don’t want to leave you.” you quietly say as you dig your head into his chest, carefully listening to his heart beat

“we’re going to see each other on monday, so don’t worry about it.” he reassured you as he ruffled your hair right after

he drags you to your doorway, so you could finally go inside your house. he then proceeds to walk back to his car after he says his final goodbye to you

when your mother opened the door to let you in, she had a disappointed look on her face

“your father and i didn’t mean you really had to come back at 12. i wish you stayed out a little longer.”

your mother knew how fun life was when your in your youth years, so she wanted you to do whatever you wished to pursue

“does this mean, you don’t want me home?” you were slightly confused, but you slyly wanted to make a run for it and run back inside ziyi’s car

“i just wished you rebelled instead of following our rules.”

without responding back to your mother, you suddenly ran back to ziyi’s car and hopped in the front seat to reunite with him

“what are you doing here?” ziyi asked with a shock expression

ziyi usually waits inside his car until you officially enter your house, just so he knows you arrived safely

but this time he didn’t realize the conversation you were just having with your mother

“start driving.” you excitedly say while buckling in your seatbelt

“where to?” his lips curved into a mischievous smile

“anywhere as long as i’m with you.”

[melodicwitchlight]

I MET EMERSON BARRETT. I AM SCREAMING SO HARD. I MET HIM. HE IS SUCH AN INSPIRATION TO ME. LOUD INCOHERENT INTERNAL YELLING. Okay, to begin with last night, i went to crowbar sydney to see palaye royale. i think the live music room was a fantastic intimate atmosphere, but way too hot, even with the ceiling fans being switched on. i didn’t particularly like all the jumping around within the mosh pit, and i was a bit worried about the things i was carrying getting damaged/lost, and people accidentally stepped on my feet/whacked me with their hands/arms/hair, because of mosh pit jumping (but i got used to it soon), and what if my medical stomach issues acts up, especially with standing still for too long. but it was mostly okay with mosh pit, and i really like that the mosh pit connects people together. remington leith was so funny and cool; he said that it was good to be down under, and was hilarious with the random phrases he encouraged the audience to say, like Aussie Aussie Aussie (he initiated the cheer), and the fans said Oi Oi Oi!  A fan said i love you, and he screamed i love you too! which was so cool and awesome of him. the performances were good and vibrated very much within my spirit/body. they played some of my faves, like get higher, mr doctor man, dying in a hot tub, don’t feel quite right, you’ll be fine. they didn’t play morning light, which im a bit sad about, but that’s okay. morning light is a very important song to me, it resonates a lot within my spirit, and gives me hope for my life, and i love the visual art creative direction, and remington’s voice is beautifully raw and acoustic and calm and filled with hope and love, and emerson is so GORGEOUS THERE IM YELLING; OKAY IM DONE FANGIRLING. they were one hour late in performing. curtains closed after the show set and encore song. and then fans started leaving/moving around/drinking water/buying merchandise. but i was thinking it was strange fans continued to stay when the show was over and i checked my phone and it was 10pm. i was expecting they may come back on stage, and i i just waited around, and then i saw them again around the crowbar, and security asked fans to form individual lines for them. about 10.40pm was when i met emerson barrett. my favourite member of the band. emerson said hi how are you, and i think i said hi im good thanks, pumped up still with starstruck anxiety. i think i might have said how are you back, and he answered, but i was very nervous so i can’t recall. i had what i wanted to say to him in keywords in my mind, so i could fully articulate to him, without forgetting what i was going to say. he is so unbelievably gorgeous up close. i said i really enjoyed the concert tonight, i thought he was a really amazing artist and drummer, and is a sweet and lovely person. he said thank you, and i think that he said he tries to be and i think he said that his mother raised him to be, in response to sweet & lovely. he asked me my name, and i said it, and he said it was lovely to meet you, and to see you around. i said it was lovely to meet you too. for the photo, he asked if i wanted one (”now, would you like a photo?”), i said yes, but that no-one else was here with me. so he asked a nearby fan to (”will you be a friend, and take a photo of us?” something along these lines), and she kindly took a photo with my phone. he hugged me more than once, and with photo hug, he said that it was prom style. overall, im fangirling a lot, more so with meeting emerson than concert. i couldn’t believe i had the chance, because of missing out on vip. he is such a lovely person, draws gorgeous artworks and i want to buy/get avant garde society book volumes of his, is so kind and talented and awesome as shown in interviews like with Alternative Press, and his and the other palaye members’ tv show royal television.i still want to get vip in the future, to go to their acoustic concert in their trailer van, sign on their wall, meet all of them again especially emerson and talk to them and take photos of/with all of them, and see their live concert. CUE MORE SCREAMING TO CONCLUDE THIS STATUS.    

[alabastertouch]

Withered Red Rose

Genre: Angst, and if you squint, fluff

Pairing: Park Jinyoung X Reader

Warning/s: Childhood love ahead

A/N: Hello, everyone. I’m back! Anyway, this isn’t what I intended to post, but I just had to. This is actually based on my own life story. Enjoy!

P.S.: I love Chichyu okay.

The first time Y/N met Park Jinyoung was when she transferred from Seoul to a small grade school in Gyeonggi.

“Who should be the class president?” Y/N still remembers Miss Chang’s question, and easily the other students chanted Park Jinyoung’s name. She doesn’t know who Jinyoung is, nor does she have any idea who everyone else is. All she knows is that Park Jinyoung has been class president ever since he began studying.

“Jinyoung, will you stand up?” The boy in front of Y/N stands up and bows to Miss Chang. “Do you accept the position as Class 3-A’s president?”

He does not debate more and only nods in acceptance.

From then on, Y/N makes sure to get on his good side. Jinyoung looks like he has a temper, but she later realizes that he’s just cold to people he is unfamiliar with. Slowly, he has gotten used to her presence and she became the victim of his awful puns and ridiculous dad jokes.

“Y/N! Y/N! Why are you eating Cadbury? Didn’t you know that the company of Cadbury was actually poisoned?” Jinyoung informs, and Y/N’s not sure whether it is his smart or his playful side being shown at the moment.

“I don’t care, Jinyoung. It’s delicious, so I’ll eat it,” Y/N peels the foil and takes a bite, ignoring Jinyoung’s numerous warnings about her health that will soon deteriorate because of a bar of milk chocolate.

Luckily, it does not have an effect at Y/N’s stomach, but Jinyoung’s worries ignite a spark in ten-year-old Y/N’s heart.

In fourth grade, they do not belong in the same class anymore, and that’s when it dawns to her that despite his terrible excuses of jokes, she misses him badly. No more were the days of Jinyoung warning her because of a freaking bar of chocolate, but there were only days of catching a glimpse of Class 4-B’s class president as she passes by their room.

“Y/N!” Jinyoung calls out in the hallway one day. “How’s your new class? Doing great so far?”

Y/N almost swoons at the sight of Jinyoung’s worried glance. Has Park Jinyoung always been this good-looking and kind?

“Oh, I’m doing great, Nyeong, don’t worry about me. How about you? You doing fine as the class president yet again?” Y/N brings up the conversation before it dies down. At least Jinyoung is starting to get interested.

“It’s tiring, but I can manage. Anyway, I have to go now, Y/N! I’ll see you later!” Jinyoung waves as he runs towards Class 4-A’s room.

“What was that?” Y/N turns around after hearing Wang Jackson’s teasing voice. “Was that our Y/N talking to 4-B’s class president Park Jinyoung with a blush?”

Y/N is unable to respond, but the redness of her cheeks are enough.

“Omo! Everyone! Y/N has a crush on Park Jinyoung!”

After that, all Y/N heard were howls and sing-songs of how she and Jinyoung are sitting on a tree doing something inappropriate for a bunch of eleven-year-olds.

By fifth grade, everyone has heard of Y/N’s crush on Park Jinyoung, and also by then, he has begun to not acknowledge her existence.

Of course it hurts, if you ask Y/N. That’s when their rooms are far apart from each other: hers being on the side of the sixth graders and his along with the rest of the fifth grade. Y/N’s heart constricts every time he sees her, and seeing him makes her days much more colorful than they are.

She has tried to develop crushes to forget the pain. Sixth grader Im Jaebum manages to catch her attention, but somehow it always just returns to Jinyoung’s clear dark irises. She always excuses herself to go home late and takes the last bus trip home because Jinyoung has activities to do as an officer and she wants to see him.

“Y/N? Why are you here? It’s getting late.” It was Kim Jinhwan from her class, looking at her in surprise. “And why are you in this building? Did Mr. Gong call you here?”

She does not know how to respond, since the room she’s currently at is always empty at five in the afternoon.

“Ah, I was just getting something,” she picks something up from underneath the desk and fortunately finds a reasonable object. “I placed my pen in while doing an assignment.”

“Oh, yeah. That Math assignment?” Jinhwan reminds himself.

“Yeah,” Y/N has no idea Miss Kim even gave them a worksheet. “Anyways, Jinhwan, I’ll go now. The bus will be leaving soon.”

“Okay, Y/N, get home safe!”

Once Y/N reaches her room, she brings out her diary and glooms over the fact that her intense feelings aren’t that much reciprocated, nor even acknowledged by its subject.

This continues on until she reaches high school, where she luckily belongs to the same class as him.

She is still the same old Y/N. She still blushes over the fact that she coincidentally belongs on Jinyoung’s group in one subject. As class president, it is his obligation to assure that everyone is in their great shape, academically speaking.

Jinyoung has his own share of admirers. One of them is Im Nayeon, another girl who is well when it comes to her academics.

Honestly speaking, Y/N is average when it comes to studying. She jots down notes religiously and does her homework with ease, but she can never ever be compared to Im Nayeon, who was ranked second when she was in eighth grade in her former school.

Insecurity gets the best of Y/N, and this sparks an unspoken rivalry between her and Nayeon. She speaks immaturely as she tries to reason out why she and Jinyoung belong together, though she knows it’s utterly pathetic. She knows Nayeon has better chances, as Jinyoung replies to her text messages often and he does not do the same with Y/N.

So she lays her weapons against Im Nayeon down and focuses on making Jinyoung see her blinding feelings. Her cousin and fellow classmate, Lee Jooheon, has expressed his worries over her unhealthy feelings for Jinyoung and his lack of response to her advances.

“Don’t worry about me, Jooheon. I’m fine.”

But she’s definitely not.

“Jinyoung! Y/N lets take a photo!”

It was Jung Soojung making an impulsive move during their sports fest in order to make her friend happy. Even Miss Joo is cheering for Jinyoung and Y/N’s amazing photo.

“Is that the closest you can be?” Miss Joo teases, and Y/N only freezes. Jinyoung, meanwhile, scoots closer to the immobile Y/N.

“Closer!” Miss Joo commands, and Jinyoung obeys.

“Stay still!” Y/N manages to form an awkward smile.

“Great!” Soojung inspects the photo and winks at Y/N, who is once again beet red and unusually silent.

A month later, much to her delight, Y/N begins receiving replies from Jinyoung.

Hey, Y/N.

She muffles her squeals, trying not to wake anyone up at such an ungodly hour. As usual, she tries to survive the conversation all throughout the night, and Jinyoung being Jinyoung tells her something that made her undeniably joyful.

Do you still like Cadbury chocolates?

Although Y/N loves Hershey’s more now, she responds with a yes. The fact that Jinyoung still remembers a snippet about her doesn’t make her sleep the entire night long. Jinyoung still asks often, though, whether she still does like those chocolates or not. She’s still hoping she’ll receive one from him one day.

By their junior year, Y/N is in for the worst revelations.

Jinyoung has made her heart flutter so many times, that it’s almost surprising for her. For her birthday, he gave her a red rose with a note she has been keeping in her wallet until now.

Hello! :D A text from an unknown number halts Y/N from the book she is reading.

Hi? Who is this?

I’m Kim Jisoo from Class 3-D!

Y/N begins to wonder why Jisoo is texting her. They’ve never been in the same class together, much more have that much mutual friends.

I got your number from Minji! Anyway, how are you?

It begins with a simple chitchatting about how Y/N loves reading and how she wants to take up literature in college, until it shifts to a conversation she tries so much to avoid.

Anyway, do you like someone?

It makes Y/N curious. Doesn’t everyone know by now who she has feelings for.

Why? What did you hear?

The response doesn’t surprise her.

Park Jinyoung-ssi? I heard about it from some friends!

And silly Y/N begins to open up: from the Cadbury chocolates to the red rose with the orange note, she doesn’t forget to tell Jisoo about her one-sided love for Park Jinyoung.

But an information about Kim Jisoo disturbs her one quiet Saturday night.

Y/N! Breaking news! Seungyoon saw Park Jinyoung and Kim Jisoo together in Chajang Mall yesterday! He said he saw them often, but yesterday, they were even holding hands.

All Y/N sees is black.

Because she bared her entire heart for Kim Jisoo to see, and the girl betrayed her in the end. She wonders how awful she had ever done for the world to react to her this way.

She begins to see her fellow eleventh graders as potential people that will soon betray her and gives Jisoo hard glares whenever they pass by each other in the lockers. That is when the girl from class 3-D learns that her secret is not a secret any longer.

And she has left Y/N in disarray and a heart full of disdain.

At prom, Jinyoung asks her for a dance during a soulful song.

She does not quite know what to say and she only stares at the stage, where Im Jaebum is currently singing his heart out to an emotional number. Y/N tries not to step on her gown and make herself embarrassed in front of the boy that has made him a thousand times pitiful.

“Are you mad at me?”

And once she looks at Jinyoung’s eyes, all the words pent up in her heart dissipates. She realizes that despite the pain, she’ll always have a soft spot for him.

“No,” she sincerely responds. “It doesn’t matter, anyway.”

They continue dancing, and during that night of May 21st, she vows to forget about the chocolates he still remembers and throws the withered red rose in the garbage bag before her mother takes it out.

Y/N promises herself that on the night of May 21st would be the last night she thinks of Park Jinyoung.

A/N: *in chanu’s voice* “i don’t know what dis is”

[witch-of-the-west-country]

Lucas Fluff An excerpt from Chapter 15

For @emilys-arty-farty-stuff to apologise for the heartache in Chapter 14. This is a flashback Zoe has.

"Clyde’s gonna be here in half an hour!” wailed Zoe, sitting in a crumpled heap of purple satin on her bedroom floor.

“Hush now, cher, it'll be alright,” said Marguerite in an attempt to soothe her, but her words had the opposite of the desired effect.

“No it won't! It's all gone to shit, Momma! I can't go to prom! When Clyde gets here, tell ‘ im to go away. I'm stayin’ home……”

Even as she wallowed in self-pity, there was part of her that stood back and cussed her out for her orneriness. God knows how her Daddy had managed to scrape together the money for her prom shoes, and Marguerite had worked tirelessly to convert the old ballgown she'd found in the attic to make a beautiful dress for her to wear, but the Zoe on the floor was sunk in misery.

Everything had gone wrong. Everything.

Jack had attempted to intervene earlier on, but the the tidal wave of feminine displeasure that Zoe had greeted him with had soon sent him reeling from the room in abject confusion and he hadn't so much as poked his head round the door since.

Marguerite floundered, wringing her hands, not sure how to proceed and bring her daughter round.

“Cher, maybe we could - “

“It's hopeless!” sobbed Zoe.

“Calm the fuck down, Zoe,” came Lucas’s voice from the doorway. “It's just the prom. An’ Clyde Burrows is a limp-dicked fuckwit. He wouldn't say shit if he had a mouthful o’ it.”

Zoe began to inflate her lungs, fully intending to blast him into the stratosphere with her anger, but before she could say a word he was by her side, his hand surprisingly gentle on her shoulder.

“You could turn up wearin’ an old feed sack with a used condom on yer head an’ you'd still look better than those stuck-up hoes at your school Zoe. So chill. We'll sort this out.”

His voice was quiet, and the calm that ran through it seemed to infuse her soul.

“You get on outta here, Momma. I'll deal with Zoe’s problems.”

Once Marguerite had gone, Lucas lifted her to her feet. He hadn't gone to his own prom, instead spending the night playing video games with Zoe in the attic, but he still seemed to understand how important this was to Zoe.

“Now. Gimme a list o’ what's fucked up, an’ I'll deal with it.”

Zoe wiped tears from her cheeks.

“My zip done broke, my heel’s comin’ loose, Grandma Baker's pendant is too long, my nail polish is smudged, and my hair looks stoopid.”

Even to herself, she sounded like a spoiled, petulant child, but Lucas only nodded solemnly.

“Ok. Well. First things first. Let's get that zip fixed.”

Within the space of 10 minutes he'd mended her zip, glued her heel back on and shortened the chain on the antique silver pendant Grandma Baker had dug out of her jewellery chest.

Next, he examined her fingers, pinpointing the offending nail and wiping off the smudged polish, reaaplying the colour quickly and efficiently with a few precise strokes, and blowing on it to dry it faster.

“Now, don't you touch nothin’ with that,” he cautioned, entrusting the upkeep of her nail polish to her amateurish care as he hunted out her curling iron.

“Are you sure you know what you're doin’ with that?” asked Zoe nervously as he plugged it in.

Lucas’s snorted contemptuously.

“Fuckin’ trust me, Zoe. I'm an inventor.”

He descended on her scalp confidently, Zoe cringing as she awaited the smell of burnt hair, but he moved around her without incident, catching up tendrils and primping locks as if he knew what he was doing. When he stepped away 5 minutes later, he eyed her critically, finally nodding in satisfaction before moving to one side and letting her see the mirror.

Zoe regarded herself, turning her head from side to side, her mouth gawping wider with each second.

“Lucas…..”

“Uh-huh?”

“That looks great…..”

“Of course it does. I ain't a fuckin’ idiot. Now, how long ‘fore old limp-dick turns up?”

Zoe looked at the clock.

“Ten minutes.”

“Great. Plenty o’ time.”

“For what?”

“All that cryin’ done fucked up yer makeup. Look like a goddam panda. Hold still, now.”

He picked up her eyeliner.

Ten minutes later Clyde Burrows knocked on the front door and Zoe descended the staircase with the dignity of a queen, her hair and makeup perfect, her grandmother's pendant dangling tantalisingly against her cleavage, her heels steady as a rock.

Marguerite went misty-eyed, Jack went running for his old camera, and Clyde “Limp-Dick” Burrows gawped at her as though she was Venus ascending from the sea on her half-shell.

Whilst the obligatory photos were taken - Zoe and Clyde; Zoe and Marguerite; Zoe and Jack; Jack and Clyde, with Jack looming over Clyde menacingly, crushing her date’s hand in a near-paralysing handshake -  Lucas loitered in the background, watching over all with a cynical eye.

“We ready to go now?” asked Clyde eventually, eyeing Jack nervously.

“Wait!” urged Zoe. “I wanna photo with Lucas!”

All eyes turned to her brother, who recoiled in horror, but Zoe wouldn't take no for an answer, dragging him into the hall by his arm and forcing him to pose.

The photo Marguerite took showed Zoe, glowing and happy, clinging to her brother’s arm, while her brother looked awkward and uncomfortable in his old shirt and torn jeans. It was still in the house somewhere, in her prom scrapbook.

Zoe gathered up her skirt to leave, kissing her parents goodbye, and Lucas made to wander off, but before he could leave Zoe dashed up to him on her newly fixed heels and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“I love you, Lucas!” she called over her shoulder as she left, and saw her mother's eyes widen in surprise, groping for the camera hurriedly.

The photo Marguerite snatched at that moment had been framed and put on the table in the hallway.

[creativitytoexplore]

[HM] Melody and her lifelong journey to purge her memory of her dad's bad photo etiquette https://ift.tt/3uOsLSP

A/n: I wrote this in a blur at like midnight for r/writingpromts but accidentially misunderstood the rules so I am moving over here. I enjoyed this idea more than I thought. I write comics and occassionally will come up with what I think of as just random "fleshing out" information for things like setting, characters, events etc (think less "The sky is blue" and more "Im the only one who know Mr. Perfect-Manly-Man collects antique dolls") to not spoil the fun if anyone reads ill put what my idea that prompted this was.

Also sorry for any mistakes, I'm on mobile, and as I said this was written late at night, not to mention with 5% battery (dont judge me I didnt want to disturb my cat)

"No I can't"

"Why though babe? All my mom wants is a few copies of your baby photos... She hired some artist to do a weird mash of us as babies to see what ours might look like"

Melody, god bless her for putting up with this at 7 in the morning, didnt want to show her damn husband a single one of those cursed pictures. They were her greatest kept secret, and even though she knew her husband would never judge her, she also knew shed have to be hearing about it for the next 5 years at least.

Looking back at her husband though he had a 'please help my mother is scary' look all over his face. Maybe thats why she first started to really notice him, his mom was just as out there as her dad. Not that anyone knew that...

Fuck, she was going to have to show him wasnt she? Shed burned the thing at least 8 times in her teen years but her father just kept pulling copies out of thin air. She had even destroyed 3 flashdrives, 3 !! She give up a lung to know where he kept all of the copies. For now though shed have to settle for sacrificing her beautiful beautiful sleep to dig around the garage she kept some of her dads things in. She knew him well enough to know there was no way he hadnt snuck a copy of one of those photo albums somewhere in there.

It only took her 12 minutes. She should know shes been counting every minute since her dick of a darling husband woke her up. He didnt know it yet but thats how many cookies shed steal from his secret stash later that day.

Her husband had left for a bit and was no returning as she flipped to the pages that always had baby photos. He had a coffee in his hand and a her (totally not overly expensive and excessivly difficult to find) italian pickled grapes in the other. Hmm, maybe he can keep the cookies since he aparently bought me more after I finished those last ones.

She sighed and slipped a few of the photos of the sleeve while dipping the grape into her coffee with a confidence that screamed 'judge me and im going to give a shot at popping your testicles'. As she passed them to her husband she prepared herself.

"Is that your dad with a poster of a shirtless Jacob and Edward in the back?" He flipped to the next photo amused, clearly thinking that was all. "Wait, hes got the photo again? Weird prank." Her husband clearly didnt understand. She simple moved the photo album so he could see the pictures of her when she was a toddler. Her husband looked perplexed. "Why is it in all of these photos?" She flipped to a random page. Oh look... yay. her prom photos.

This time her husband didnt say anything and just looked at her clearly scared he was going to pick the wrong choice in words.

"At least he didnt get to the wedding photos?" He smiled trying to re-assure his wife trying to quickly pull the topic away from the photo of her with her dad and 2 large twilight new moon cardboard cutouts.

"Think again," she said flipping to the page he loved to look at occassionally. "On the wall, to the right, behind the boucay"

Well shit, theres no unseeing that.

He calls his mom, not even saying hello.

"How well can this artist of yours use photoshop?"

A/N: My idea was for a single dad, whose is exceptionally normal to have one, very unexplained, habit of holding/putting a poster or a reference to said poster into EVERY single family photo he has ever taken. It originally came from me just imagining a family taking a group photo (back when you could pay and get them taken at like a target) It was just the idea of a spirit broken teen daughter sitting beside her dad holding up a Japanese funeral style poster of someone clearly very unrelated to them, and then never acknowledging it. I usually don't post about these ideas so I can use them in my professional work but I cant see myself using this anytime soon.

Feel free to add this trait with ur spin to a character of yours if you fancy, but nothing professionally published please. If you do pls tell me, i wanna know how others

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