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[allaboutthatstan-blog]

Halloween Hangover || zayn & stan

Stan had gotten a text from his new friend in the house, Zayn, telling him to come over for some Halloween candy. The boy was surprised with the text, having assumed that he wouldn’t want to speak to him after the events that occurred over the weekend. Stan realized in that moment that lately he had been making too many assumptions, that he would bother someone, that someone would be upset, choosing one over the other. It was messing with his head and actions, and he had to change that about himself and simply trust. Walking over to Zayn’s room after waving to Perrie, smirking as he told her a simple, “I’m going to cuddle with your boyfriend,” in a teasing tone, knocking on the door and walking in, “Oh a date and giving me candy all in one week? You must really like me,” he said with a smile.

[tate-steele]

Helping Hand | Tate & Jennifer

After her shift was done Tate made her way down to Jennifer’s house to check and see if she was okay. How didn’t she know Jen had a tumor? This is what she did for a living, she diagnosed and treated people with tumors but Jen hid it so well at least to her she did. Upon reaching Jen’s house, the female made her way up the steps to her house and knocked on the door lightly. “Knock knock, it’s me.” She smirked then looked down at her outfit afraid that she smelt like a hospital.

[illicitvanity-blog]

Hubris High || Adelaide + Emma

There’s little to nothing that can stand in the way of Emma and her avid interest in the thrilling parts of life. She’s at her most free, most alert, and most cunning. In the halls of Hogwarts the Slytherin can get just about anything she wants with the right tools and none of the societal norms to curb her seeking ways and thirst for anything and everything to consumer mind in. Muggle pills the struggling muggleborns peddle to make a pittance; magically brew potions that require skill and time and create the most amazing mind-body experiences once the effects hit the central nervous system, frontal and occipital lobe; and the finest and most potent liquors money can buy.

It’s only thanks to perseverance and a few flirtatious encounters with prefects having a bit of fun dabbling in vice that Emma is free to dance down a corridor at night, knowing that the next rounds won’t be for another hour. It leaves her plenty of time to make it to the Astronomy Tower to observe the constellations only visible to someone as high as she is--Lurix potion and the muggle MDMA (that cost her a pretty sickle) make for an intoxicating hallucinogenic sensory elixir Emma is reveling in with no thought to footsteps coming from the adjoining corridor at the next corner.

[sydharken]

House Hunting | Soone

Waking up next to the love of her life was the best way for Sydney to start her day. The prospect of being able to do that every day for the rest of her life was the reason a smile formed on her lips, her head tilting back to see Boone still happily asleep. She had spent the night at his house, opting to make it easier for the both of them that morning. She didn't want to get out of bed and wake her boyfriend, so Sydney moved her body closer to his, the bare skin of his chest warming up her cheek as it had all night. 

It was a few more long moments before Sydney felt Boone stir beneath her and she sat up, giving him room to stretch and smiling when he finally turned his head to look at her. "Good mornin'." Her voice sleepy and happy, she leaned down to place a quick kiss to his lips before pushing his hair back on his head and chuckling softly. He looked funny with his hair pushed back; something Regina George wouldn't have said to Aaron Samuels. Once her male counterpart was fully awake and sitting up, she had hopped out of bed and to the bathroom, taking a quick shower and trying to avoid seeing Natalie in the hall. It wasn't that she didn't like Natalie, she was actually quite fond of her. Sydney just felt weird in the morning after she had spent the night at their home. Nat and Boone's rooms weren't too far apart upstairs, so she was sure that the other girl had heard everything that went on in there from the first time Sydney ever went over.

Still clad in her towel, the thin girl told Boone that the shower was free, pulling clean clothes out of her overnight bag and dressing herself quickly. The fact that they were really going to look for their very first home together was finally dawning on her and she sighed happily. She had never thought that Boone would be the man she'd loved. Before he left for war, when they had just started admitting their feelings for each other, Sydney thought it was going to be an innocent, label less relationship that he'd forget about the second he stepped onto his plane. But she was happily mistaken. Everything was different now that he was back. The couple had realized that they didn't just care about each other, but that, in fact, they loved each other. Sydney couldn't imagine her life with any other man and she didn't want to. She was busy tying her hair in a tight ponytail when Boone returned, fresh from his shower. The girl kissed allowed him to peck her cheek as she gathered her things together, slipping her phone in her pocket and waiting on the bed for him to finish getting ready.

He took just about as long as she did and finally, they were out the door and in his truck, starting the search for their first place. Moving over to sit in the middle of the cab instead of the right, Sydney laced her head on Boone's shoulder, smiling widely. "Can you believe we're really gonna live together?" The younger girl was giddy, something she hadn't been in a very long time and she giggled, running a hand through her hair and sighing. "Ta think, a year and a half ago, we were just startin' ta see each other as more than friends."