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I was passionate about him. I always made sure to please him. Maybe because of my authority issues, daughter of a big scary mean cop. Meeting a man at the bar, a familiar face to your boss. I felt ataraxy around him. Ataraxy-A state of serenity, extremely calm He's my additive drug consuming every fiber of my being, and I couldn't get enough.

Strobe lights blare behind my eyes. A Dev song plays like the backdrop of my wildest fantasies, darkest dreams. His hands are on my waist, in my hair. His touch burns my skin. Lips on my neck. Lips on my cheek, behind my ear. I never could have dreamed about this even in my most intense nightmares.

A short story with no strings attached - I was the night; wild, fun, reckless. He was the day; calm and tamed, fixing everything I had broken, but even with peace comes fire. - Deep down I knew he loved me. The way he looked at me, eyes trying so hard to not show his true feelings. His patience with my dumb, pop star behavior. I never told him I knew. Never thought I'd have the courage too. But all goes to hell when you forget to knock on wood. - this sucks. it was just practice anyways. -

Breastfeeding is an important part of motherhood. What a nursing mother consume eventually becomes the diet for the feeding baby as well. Thus, throughout the period of breastfeeding mother ought to be very careful about not only what she must consume but also about things that she should avoid intake of.

Riley's moves to the city, she meets great new friends which will remain her best friends in life forever. Follow Riley and her crazy, funny and loving family's life through the move to the city. Her birthday is in three weeks time and her family through her a party at their mansion with best friend savannas help, there's someone at the party who changes everything for Riley

A "regular" walks into a bar... What do they know that they shouldn't?

High school is hard enough. One fight can make you a bully. One good test can make you a nerd. And one night of passion can make you a slut.

"FOG LIGHTS, SMOKY NIGHTS. IT'S OUR CHANCE TO BEGIN AGAIN." In which, the smell of ashy cigarettes and the clink of booze-filled glasses are the norm for [y/n]. And, as she'll soon find out, it's the perfect place for troubled souls in need of a fiery dash of one of her infamous concoctions, a listening ear, or simply a shoulder to cry on. (no BNHA characters were harmed in the writing of this book don't worry your cinnamon rolls are still safe. I think) ©Kohei Horikoshi owns BNHA's characters ©2018 admin sunichi owns OCS, settings, plot

Ever wonder the thoughts of a party goer? No? Well neither do I but these are my thoughts.

The new guy? Why today of all days? Where is Miguel? or How Jiang Yuelou learned that he sometimes liked sweet things. Another fic for the cold seasons. Hope, you all will enjoy it. The title of this fic is actually the title of a song by the Belgium band K's Choice. Feel free to search for it at YouTube. It's a nice little song. The name for the character called Miguel was inspired by a Killer and Healer crack vid by Didxdrama. If you want to watch it, here's the link: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=RdYJoT_OS1I

Part 3 coming some day

ive been seeing these all over tiktok so I thought i'd make one on wattpad lol answer honestly, like your thinking to yourself. :)