challenge: Sound
title: Tone
rating: G
character/pairing: Cassie/JJ

( Tone )


challenge Taste
title: Self harm for lovers
rating: PG-13
character/pairing: Cassie/Johnny White
author's notes/warnings: Self-harm, blood play.

( Self harm for lovers )


challenge Taste
title: Victory
rating: PG-13
character/pairing: Cassie/Tony, mentions of Sid/Michelle
author's notes/warnings: Written in second person, from Tony's POV Teeny bit of swearing.

( Victory )


challenge taste
title: White
rating: PG-13
character/pairing: Cassie Ainsworth/Johnny White
author's notes/warnings: Some swearing.

( White )

Characters/Pairing: Cassie/Sid
Word Count 1021
Rating: PG-15 for swearing and suggestions of self-harm
Prompt: #7 Prove It
Spoilers: For Series 2, Episode 4 - Michelle.
Notes It becomes a bit dodgy and naff at the end, sorry :/
Disclaimer: I don't own Skins :(

( Prove It )

Pass a Secret Note ✘ Meme

Photographic proof my boyfriend gets better looking by the fucking day!

His friends aren't so bad either

Made me an offer.

Couldn't refuse.

Maddison!verse

Right so I've made a new verse for Cassie, because she's not allowed to have a happy, normal angst free life (not that that's ever going to happen in any of her other verses, but I wanted something different). So because I'm a bit messed in the head I'm creating Maddison!verse. Now of course since I have no idea if anyone apart from prat_by_name mun has even seen an episode of Skins you probably won't know why me shipping Maddison/Cassie is a bad thing (like worse than Cassie/Tony one of the favorite Cassie ships) so I shall attempt to explain- Maddison (aka Madd Twatter) is a bad man, he's a pimp and a dealer. Cassie knows him from when she was at the mental health clinic, he was there for paranoia and anger management while Cass was there for well a bunch of stuff really. He's also the guy that sold a bunch of drugs to Sid and when he couldn't pay mugged Jal and him and stole her clarinet.

Basically Cassie's with Maddison cos well a)she doesn't all that many options, b) she sort of lost her mind after Michelle stole Sid off her and c) I like my pairings to messed up and just plain wrong sometimes.

Also she's a prostitute, because well it's easy, she's good at it and she gets free drugs which she's allowed/encouraged to take while at work.

Also while I'm still not great at the old smut writing if anyone has an urge to send their pup to a brothel and would like to do something in this verse let me know.

((post this and pre-series))

Cassie was still half dressed when woke up, her balck and gold dress bunched up around her hips where she'd tried and failed to undress herself. She didn't remember getting home, but then it was odder when she did remember coming home these days and her parents never noticed when she got home. She also didn't remember very much about the night before, Michelle had ditched her almost as soon as they'd arrived and gone off to find Tony sodding Stonem. Cassie couldn't see the appeal in him, he was cocky, arrogant and just generally not particularly nice. She'd found Chris though with his seemingly ever lasting stash of pills and necked a couple of whatever the hell they were and then she'd seen him just as the effects had hit. The most beautiful boy she'd seen in her life who appeared not so much to walk into the room but glide. She'd spent most of the night watching him, while Chris rambled on about how great everything would be once they were at college. She hadn't really listened to him, but she knew instinctively when to make the right noise.

She didn't remember meeting him, didn't remember anything after finally deciding to dance Chris whatever the pills Chris had given her they were good, but then they generally were.

Sitting up slowly in bed, she reached for one of a little line of pills on her bedside table and dry swallowed one, listening for a moment to see if she could hear her parents. She'd walked in on them one time too many to even leave her bedroom unless she knew exactly where they were. Satisfied they'd already gone she got out of bed, pulling off her dress and headed for the shower. She smelt of smoke and stale alcohol and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on.

20 minutes later she went back into her bedroom, searching her bag for her mobile so she could find out what the plans for the rest of the weekend were. Michelle had already texted to tell her all about Tony and to ask about 'the cute blond' but there was another unread message, one from a number she didn't know.

( Cut for swearing, sexual content and drug use )

Cassie couldn't actually remember the last time she'd felt this nervous. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, inviting James to come and see her for a while. She was bored and lonely and he'd always been pretty good at getting rid of both those feelings in her. Still she'd not seen him in over two years now and things had changed. Everything had changed really.

She stood by the barriers watching crowds of people with luggage made their way past her, moving towards delighted relatives and friends. She stood on her tip toes, steadying herself on a pillar as she looked for him, suddenly panicking that she might not recognise him. She laughed at the idea, as she forced herself to relax. She'd recognise him anywhere, those cheekbones, that hair, his build. No there was no one else in the world like James Pratt.

Her stomach lept as she saw him finally. He was better looking than she remembered, even though he looked half asleep, better than Tony, better than Adam and Sid well he'd never been described as good looking by anyone. He was odd looking.

"James!" she called waving a little too eagerly and instantly regretting it. Dropping her head she kicked herself mentally and waited for him to make his way over to her taking a moment to try and get a grip. She really should have known better than to invite the most beautiful boy she'd ever met to stay with her, she was still messed up and fragile. She just hoped she wasn't so messed up that she'd fall in love with him again, she was pretty sure that was where everything in her life had gone wrong, when she'd let herself fall in love.

Dear James

Hey James

Hey

Long time no see huh? Well okay so more long time no hear I guess, or long time no read? Fuck, why I rambling so much?

How are you? Why does that sound like the least personal question ever?

Bet you're surprised to hear from me, yeah? Actually I'm not even sure why I'm emailing you. It'll probably bounce back anyway. I mean this was your email address nearly two and a half years ago now. You could be dead for all I know. I really hope you're not.

I'm in New York now. Everything back in Bristol went to hell a few months ago so I came here and I've been here ever since. It's not too bad I guess. I have a job (I'm a waitress, can you believe that?) and a place to stay but I'm really fucking lonely Should I admit that? Will you think I only want you here because of that? Maybe I do? I have no fucking clue anymore

There's no one else see and well I'm still getting money from my parents and I was thinking actually I wasn't thinking at all, that's maybe the problem maybe you'd like a little trip to New York? To catch up or you know whatever. It nice here, I think you'd like it. All the bright lights and clubs and everything, it's lovely When you're not all alone.

If you want to come, or you know just if you get this reply yeah? Just so I know how you are?

I miss you

I'll send details if you decide you fancy it okay? And we can discuss everything.

Cassie Fuck I hope you remember who the hell I am

((Strike outs are things she deleted, italic strike outs are her thoughts))