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“Wow,” she breathed in offended and  looked ahead, “if I wanted someone to  make me feel like I crap, I would have  called my mother instead of you.”

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designcr:

“Nathan Abney - freelance stylist. Future fashion mogul. And you?”

“Someone who doesn’t have the  patience nor time to listen to your criticism.”

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  tcller:

“Christ. You hear that?” 

     Scarred knuckles rub against tired eyes, and he struggles       to wake up from deep sleep. Tentatively, and reluctantly, he       sits up, peeling her up from his shoulder. Someone’s knocking       on the door. Stay here, he mumbles, standing up and reaching       for his gun on the night stand. It’s a quiet evening, save for the      rampage going on outside. Careful steps lead him out to the       door, though he’s sure she’s following somewhere behind him;       she never could stay away for long. 

“Stay back.”

      The sudden disturbance of the quiet night forces her        to wake. It only took him a moment to react, climbing        out of bed despite her attempt to reach out for him.        Maybe it was nothing, but with this life, it was never nothing.         When he pulls out his gun, she can’t help but to feel         uneasy yet safe all the same. He will protect her, she         knew that, but he knew all too damn well that she         wouldn’t hang back.

“What are you going to do?” she whispers, but he simply walks out.

      She follows suit, quietly walking to his side, her hand         on his back. She listens, stepping back but nothing         too far. She needs to be close to him.

“Look in the peephole.”

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designcr:

“Well, looking like you do, I’m not surprised. You don’t strike me as a woman who has her life together.”

“Okay, now you’re just taking it two steps  too far. Who the hell are you?”

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shutupaubrey:

i have a PhD in getting myself into really bad situations 

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designcr:

“You may not have asked for it; but I’m doing you an honor by offering it. You need help.”

“Honey, I know I need help, but  fashion advice isn’t the help I need.”

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designcr:

[ passequeen ]

“That whole biker chic thing you have going on is beyond tacky. So unfortunate.” 

“Excuse me? I don’t really remember  asking for your opinion..”

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solsongs:

“Smith Hill” by Deer Tick

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palepassives:

She shook her head, biting down on her lip. “I just - do… do you ever think about me?”

Her lips parted to speak, but she wasn’t too sure what to say. After blinking once or twice, she finally spoke.

              “What do you mean?”

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ofparasomnias:

Alright – so this place wasn’t that bad. Just…different. Not much like home but then again neither was home after a while. Everything shifts for a reason and Stiles being in Charming was better than Beacon Hills. At least the nightmares were a little less and he stayed a lot more busy and out of danger. Sort of… He’s keeping to himself as people come and go from TM’s parking lot – finds himself perched on the picnic tables under the overhang of the clubhouse when a voice seems to be directed towards him. It’s not like the gruffness of the usual bikers and has his eyes lifting slowly, trying his hand at a casual once over.

             “Uh, nah. I don’t think so. Kind of new around here.” Could be the               Gemma-like similarities even if he isn’t doing much of anything at               the moment. It is a comment Stiles is slowly getting used to. Like               mother, like son – only he’d prefer it not be the case. Can’t say it               isn’t accurate, still. Before he  gets lost in thought, he is hunching               over just a little bit more, letting his elbows rest on his knees.

                                         “I’m Stiles.”

In some strange way, it was refreshing for her to see a new face around these parts. Even though she used to linger around this garage and club far more often than she should have growing up, it felt a little weird to come back. The guys were quick to welcome her back as if she was a friend that never went away, yet she still felt somehow out of place. This whole town made her feel out of place, but this was the only sense of home she had. Mabe she was clinging onto it too tightly.

             “Kind of new around here,” she repeats and               smiles, “I can relate to that.” Even though               he claims to be new, she can’t help but to               find glimpses of familiarity in him. She              wasn’t too sure what it was. Did he just have              one of those faces? She only hoped he              wouldn’t notice how focused she was on the              matter.

                                         “I’m Rory. Nice to meet you..” She smiled                                          warmly then rose her eyebrows just so.                                          “So, how did you get mixed in with these guys?”

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palepassives:

“y-yeah” the girl looked up, almost caught off guard by the question.

She furrowed her eyebrows at the girl, and pursed her lips in thought.

                 “I don’t buy it…”

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Rory looked ahead at the girl who stood in front of her wearing the same outfit.

                 “Well, this is awkward.”

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+ divergexnt

It’s not every day she has a blast from the past, and most of the time she prefers it to stay that way. But as she walked down the sidewalk and passed by a familiar face, she stopped in her tracks. Turning around, she smiled before calling out to them.

                 “Hey,” she started eyebrows furrowing                   together, “Didn’t we go to high school                   together?”

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Out of the corner of her eye, she couldn’t help but to notice a figure lurking about. Taking a few steps forward, she decided to speak up.

                  ““Are you okay?”

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It had been a while since she had to keep any word about the mayhem the club stirs up out of the newsstands, but she never saw the harm in occasionally visiting the boys at the shop regardless. Leaning against the doorframe, she looked over where Jax stood and smiled warmly.

                  "Remember all those times you promised                   me you owed me a favor? Well, I finally                   have that favor for you.”  

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Being back in Charming was a little surreal, and almost strange from the amount of familiar faces she ran into daily. But there she was at TM on her day off to give Gemma a visit whenever she saw a somewhat unfamiliar face in a sea of old friends. He peaked her interest. 

                  “Hey,” she called out with a smile,                    eyes narrowing in thought, “Do I                   know you?”