#wcsted

What had she done? She should’ve ended the elicit affair of sorts with FP long before she had gotten herself in this situation. She knew if she went home and told her mother that she’d be faced with an ‘I told you so’ or worse an ‘You’re just like me’, and Alice wanted to be nothing like her mother. 

The Wyrm was a safe haven to her and she knew it was virtually empty this time of day anyways. It was perfect to hide out for a couple hours until she made her next move. She sat at the bar and ordered a shot, one she was still so unsure if she would let grace her lips or not. 

She was pregnant, something she’d never thought she’d be faced with at such a young age. How was she suppose to raise a baby when she could barely raise herself. Her head went to rest in her hands as she couldn’t stop a tear or two from falling. That’s when she felt someones eyes on her, quick to jump into defensive mode. “What the fuck are you looking at?”

ALEXIS: where are you?

liked this post for a starter // still accepting

anastasia has felt on edge the whole night, her real reason for being here being something that she’d kept putting off whenever she had the opportunity to speak to mason. excuses made, she has a lack of confidence and doesn’t wish to ask him what she needs and him end up telling her no, that it was weird she was asking him in the first place. she needs a fake boyfriend, hasn’t got the time to mingle and go through the tedious means of getting to know them and mason seemed like the perfect fit. they were friends, got on well and never seemed to be uncomfortable around each other ... she knew with him she could pull it off and make it look believable, it helped a lot that she did actually think he was good looking and not to forget he was the kindest guy she’d ever come across. but she’s worried he’ll tell her no, for all she knew he could be seeing someone else, she never really asked him stuff like that whenever they were together, would rather just enjoy the time. but it does also help that she knows her friend likes him too, hadn’t stopped going on about him and had even at one point mentioned that she was going to pluck up the courage to ask him on a date ... but then everything with her ex happened, finding out she’d slept with him a couple of days after the breakup and she knew they both weren’t to be trusted, that having them out of her life would be so much easier. but not until she’s had her own fun, thus for reasoning for needing to ask mason if he’d agree to go along with it, at least for a little while to make it look believable. they’ve all gathered at a friends house, takeaway, booze and films and so far the night was going well however when she spots him she’s quick to get up from her own seat and she heads in his direction, a smile instantly lighting up her features as she stood in front of him. ❛ hey, mase. ❜ she speaks, quickly glancing around them and the room and she knows it’s not the most appropriate place to be asking, couldn’t risk someone overhearing and ruining the whole thing for her. no, she needed to get him somewhere a little more private. she lifts a hand to grab ahold of his arm, giving him a look before she nodded out the door. ❛ can we go somewhere else? I really need to talk to you. ❜

Based Off Of This.

Emilia had left home in search of her hearts desires -- she wanted to taste the cultures of the world. Experience new things...thrive off of life. Only issue with that was...it was kind of hard to manage such a thing while you only had $800 to your name. That along with gas...well, she only had $250 left and she had started to panic. So when she had been exiting a quite fancy hotel room and heard of a Mr. Moore and how he seemed to be quite...’entitled’...Emilia didn’t see a problem in using a proper shower and sleeping in something that wasn’t the backseat of her car. 

Convincing a rather naive bellboy, the brunette managed to get a room key and she was now showered, shaved, and enjoying the mini bar snacks. Mentally she was writing down a list of things that way if she ever had money, she would repay this man. Though that thoughts lasted about two seconds when he opened up the door and there she was, with his hotel robe and an array of cashews, chocolates, and a juice pouch on his bed. “Um..” Frightened hazel eyes widened as she was like a deer caught in someones headlights. “I-I can explain..” She mumbled softly.