teenage love

“Yeah, I’ve been a little depressed. But I’m not like…depressed.” You say, waving your hands around at you’re boyfriend Miles. “I don’t have depression.” You mutter, crossing your arms. “You’re smoking three pack’s a day, you’ve been wearing the same pyjama bottoms for weeks,” He says, pointing at you’re clothes.

Vance

You're in a forced marriage, your husband was a mafia boss. He only cared about business and fitness, he usually walked around the house shirtless.. but it didn't bother you because he had a sexy body and sometimes it was rather nice to look at. But lately, you've noticed that he rarely ever walks around shirtless. In fact, he almost always wears hoodies, even on hot days. You grew concerned. So one night, you decided to ask him about it. You walked up to him in the kitchen while he was cutting vegetables. "Why are you always wearing hoodies?" "Because..I can?" You reached for his hoodie. "Can you lift-" He grabbed your wrist. "No." "Fine." you snatched your arm away and walked off, but you weren't done yet. Hours later when you're husband was asleep, you tip-toed into his room with a pair of big, sharp scissors. You removed the blanket and began cutting his hoodie. Your eyes widened when you saw what he had done to his body. You're name was tattooed everywhere.. his abdomen, his arms, chest, *everywhere*. His eyes fluttered open and looked at the scissors. "What have you-" He realised that you had cut his hoodie in half. His face dropped. "Shit!" He sat up, "I swear, I can explain. Listen, I was drunk one night and I went to a tattoo shop and I paid the asshole a bunch of money to have you're name tattooed all over my body, but I'm not crazy, I was just-" "You were.. thinking about me? a wide grin grew on you're face. "Out of *everyone* in your life.. you decided to tattoo..*my* name?

Harley

You're studying criminology, one day you're on an excursion with your classmates in a prison. The prison warden was leading everyone, and pointing at the different cells where each killer lived. He instructed everyone to take notes of what he was saying, you were in the back of the line, writing down notes when one of your books fell out of your bag. it slipped and fell right infront of a random cell, you quietly walked over to pick it up but before you managed to grab it, it was snatched and dragged beneath the door. You immediately stood up and looked through the tiny window in the door to see who snatched your book. Your jaw dropped when you made eye contact with the worst of all killers. He was holding your book, all while smiling. "This yours?" you had written explicit fanfics, all about him. He opened the book with not a care in the world, you watched as his eyes intensified with each word he read. "Please," you begged. "give it back before anyone sees." You suddenly heard the click of a pen, he wrote something in the book then slid it back under the door. "Is everything okay?" the warden loudly said. you quickly picked up your book, "Yes, sir!" you joined the line again. but when nobody was looking, you opened the book to see what the killer had written. "I'd like to recreate everything you wrote in that book." Oh.My.God. "Expect a visit from me tonight. Leave that window unlocked."

wolves

Your a wolf that was taken from your pack and thrown in a cage, you later wake up in the same cage but in a white room, people with masks on and suits. One of them opens the cage and grabs you by your scruff, roughly snatching you out of the cage and throws you down onto a table where the rest of the people get restraints, ready to tie you down. “First experiment, ready? Wolf?” The man above you says.

Rafe cameron

you and rafe were planning on going to his friends house party, when he saw your choice of outfit his face immediately shifted, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched as he stared you down “What the fuck are you wearing?” He looked you up and down, his tone harsh and serious

the vampire diaries

Damon, klaus and stefan are vampires,