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The Snow Globe


Author’s Note: IDK what I just wrote, it’s kind of all over the place, but I hope you still enjoy a lil bit??? IDK IDK

I look out the window and I see the lights and the skyline and the people on the street rushing around looking for action, love, and the world’s greatest chocolate chip cookie, and my heart does a little dance. - Nora Ephron

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would it mean that you were g a y, or a l e s b i a n, or whatever word you were supposed to call it, if you liked only one particular girl?

Mattie, a star student and passionate reader, is delighted when her English teacher announces the eighth grade will be staging Romeo and Juliet. And she is even more excited when, after a series of events, she finds herself playing Romeo, opposite Gemma Braithwaite’s Juliet. Gemma, the new girl at school, is brilliant, pretty, outgoing—and, if all that wasn’t enough: British.
As the cast prepares for opening night, Mattie finds herself growing increasingly attracted to Gemma and confused, since, just days before, she had found herself crushing on a boy named Elijah. Is it possible to have a crush on both boys AND girls? If that wasn’t enough to deal with, things backstage at the production are starting to rival any Shakespearean drama! In this sweet and funny look at the complicated nature of middle school romance, Mattie learns how to be the lead player in her own life.

This was an incredibly cute read. Sometimes I found myself eye-rolling at the… obnoxiousness of middle school drama but I’m sure I was that obnoxious in middle school, so I got over it.

I remember, when I was a… senior? Probably a senior, I couldn’t figure out why I was so weirdly obsessed with this girl and I spent most of the homecoming dance orchestrating ways to walk past her and honestly I sympathize with Mattie so much with this inner realization of ‘oh shit I’m not straight’, and my friend was the one who told me what I was feeling. Eventually, seven years later I realized I was asexual but that’s a different book.

“Just because I’m over Elijah doesn’t mean I can’t crush on a boy.”

*dances* explicit, positive bisexual representation in a middle grade book? This is a thing of beauty.

The ending wasn’t what I was expecting, not in the least, but now that I think about it, I think it’s definitely better that way.

10 out of 5 stars.

Rating: ★★★★★ (5/5 stars)

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“ssalogel replied to your post “IMPORTANT QUESTION. Vampires aren’t…”

If you AU stuff enough will it come around full circle back to canon?

Gods I hope not. I have this awful awful AU headcanon about Vlad, like vampire Vlad, living in the present and I just:

“She’s very pretty,” Kate said, attention fixed on Gwen who was laughing at something Andy had said, face bright with happiness as they flirted hesitantly over the table, casting surreptitious looks towards their respective parental figures who made a point of looking away whenever they did. He knew Gwen didn’t care what he thought, she was more than old enough to do what she wanted, but it helped for the look of the thing. Especially when you were supposed to only be nineteen and not going on three hundred.

“Yes, she got that from her mother.”

There must have been something in the way he’d said it, some small inflection that gave him away from the way Kate’s hand hovered over his arm before coming to rest beside it instead. He could feel the warmth of her skin seeping in through his shirt.

She has your smile,” Kate said, pulling Vlad back into the present.

“She has my humor,” Vlad corrected, taking another sip from his drink. “Her smile belonged to her father.”

There was a beat of silence, followed by, “Oh so you’re not her…”

“No,” Vlad finished for her. 

“So you’re…her uncle?”

Vlad shrugged. “Sure.”

That seemed to throw her for a loop, and Vlad laughed, a soft gentle huff of sound. “There’s no blood relation between Gwen and I, but I’ve been a constant in her life since she was born,” he smiled fondly, “Nathan thought it was hysterical that her first word was “vladda”, she thought it was another word for “dadda”.”

“Nathan is her father?”

“Biologically speaking, yes. She’s always thought of me as one of her father’s, not much else matters.”

He could see her confusion clearly now, the tiny little wheels turning in her human brain. 

“We were lovers,” he said, rescuing her from the question she didn’t want to be rude enough to ask, “her father and mother and I, the three of us. We were together for a long time.” He allowed himself a fragile smile. “We were a very happy family…”

“Were…you’re not any more?”

“No,” Vlad said carefully, looking down at his soft drink and watching the ice melt in the glass.

“What happened? I mean, sorry, I just…”

“They died. A very long time ago. ” Vlad said shortly, looking up at her face and counting the freckles along the bridge of her nose to have something to focus on other than the yawning maw of grief in his chest—great gaping holes in his soul in the shape of her smile and the color of his eyes—“So long ago it feels like only yesterday.”

Out of all the people in their niche little group, Inari was the easiest to get annoyed at. He was so stupid! He didn’t get things, or he made such– such aggravating remarks! Futaba seriously didn’t get how Akira could just sit there and talk to the stupid fox-face, have an actual conversation with him and enjoy it.

“It’s easy,” he’d said when she asked in so many words, the clacking of dishes their only company. “Yusuke’s not so bad, Futaba, just strange sometimes.” He grins a little, using the back of his hand to brush his bangs that really need a good cutting out of his eyes as he looks over at her. “Some people could say the same about you.”

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“I remember one time in particular. I was in the middle of auditioning, and I was mid-sentence when the casting director said, “Listen, kid. You should not be an actress. You are not pretty enough. You should go back to wherever you came from and you should go to school. You don’t have it.” She was very blunt - I honestly think that she thought she was doing me a favor.”


I was up for a role and I went in character, focused and whatnot. And they said, “That’s the director’s favorite pick, they absolutely love her, but can she come back in with a tight black dress, with her face all done real nice?” And I said, “That’s not the character! No, that doesn’t make any sense! Why would I do that?” And they said, “Because they need to know if you’re pretty enough to put you on the cover of a magazine.” And I told them this: they don’t want me. They don’t want me then, because this is how you put someone on the cover of a magazine - you get a fucking backdrop, you get a photographer, you take a picture, and you print that shit out. That’s how you put someone on the cover of a magazine. The camera will not break, unless I fucking break it with my hand.

Snowed In: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Request: hi! i’ve only read one of your fics and i can already tell you’re an amazing writer!! i’m a new hamilton blog too, so i know how it feels! can i request a Lin x reader where they get snowed in the theater or something and they have to stay overnight and fluff?? thanks!!

Requester: Anon

Word Count: 1217

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: I loveddd writing this! Hope you all enjoy!

“That’s it folks, the mayor has called it. All roads and subways have been closed. Stay inside, because it’s coming down pretty hard out there.” Leslie turned off the television with a quick click.

Then, the stage manager popped her head in the door and said, “Show’s cancelled, but it doesn’t look like we’re going anywhere.” The cast sighed. Some started to take off bits and pieces of their costumes while others stayed in their seated positions, looking exhausted. It was a two-show day, so you were all tired already and now you didn’t even get to go home.

“Come on everyone, it’ll be fun!” Philippa smiled. “Sort of like a big slumber party.” You agreed. There was nothing you could do about the situation, so you all might as well have made the best of it.

Jasmine gave you a smile. “Wanna go get changed into some comfier clothes Y/N?” You nodded and followed her to your shared dressing room. When you arrived, she closed the door with the biggest grin on her face.

“What?” You asked. She looked at you as if what she was thinking were obvious.

“A whole night in the theater with Lin! You need to make your move tonight, girl! It’s perfect!” She exclaimed. You sighed and began to change out of your cream colored revolutionary clothes.

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Lea Michele Is Going Places: How Her New Album Defeats All Her Hollywood Doubt
The triple threat reflects on her journey through show business

Today, she’s a 30-year-old two-time Golden Globe nominee who’s graced the screen and stage. But, for Lea Michele, rising to the top in Hollywood wasn’t a seamless harmony.

The Bronx native began her show business career on the East Coast where she made her Broadway debut at 8 years old in Les Misérables and steadily garnered more standout roles, including originating Wendla Bergmann in the 2006 debut of Spring Awakening.

“I loved being on Broadway and that’s what I did my whole life. I was so happy to be on Broadway, but I was always told I wasn’t pretty enough for television or that there wasn’t a space for me there,” she told E! News exclusively.

Despite her doubters, Michele did make it to Tinseltown as Glee’s Rachel Barry, a role that would garner her two Golden Globe nominations and one Emmy Award nomination. After the show’s sixth and final season, a lead role struck again for Michele as she was cast in Fox’s Scream Queens.

“Hollywood was just this glamorous life and I never really thought I would leave New York and now, here I am and I wake up every day and I get to do what I love,” she reflected. “I’m beyond amazed every day.”

In between takes, the triple threat stepped back into the recording studio for her upcoming second studio album, Places, a tribute to both the journey and the destination.

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anonymous asked:

Actor Jack in a musical theatre production of Davey's book..? Maybe..? Xxxxxx

Tah dah! This went in an… interesting direction. Everything I know about auditioning for musicals comes from Smash. So sorry about that :’)

As soon as Jack walked into the casting room, Davey’s suddenly found himself paying attention. After seeing person after person, almost identical auditions, he’d been so close to falling asleep. It wasn’t necessary a reflection of the quality of the men auditioning but he knew he didn’t get much of a say in who eventually got cast in the role. He was there to suggest, to watch, and to leave the important details to the professionals. But then he looked up and found Jack stood in the middle of the room, cocky when everyone else had been nervous. He’d have noticed him even if he hadn’t met him before. But he had. The night before. And that morning.

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anonymous asked:

Sleep habits? We only know about Bertolt ^^

Eren has rather sporadic sleeping patterns. He had mild insomnia, and sometimes finds it difficult to fall asleep/stay asleep at night, which leads to him taking naps at old times during the day (and often in really odd places where you wouldn’t expect to find a sleeping boy.) He tends to sleep curled up on his side in a tight ball, which is usually how he fits into such odd places as in desk chairs, window alcoves, or under/on tables. Also suffers from pretty intense nightmares that also complicate sleeping. 

Mikasa tends to fall asleep easily and wakes up just as easily. Her body knows how long it needs to sleep, and will let her know if she’s not sleeping enough. Like Eren, she has pretty frequent nightmares, but she is usually able to get back to sleep if they’re bad enough to wake her up. She’s taken to keeping an extra pillow and/or stuffed animal close so that she can hold onto it to help anchor her to the world when she tries to fall asleep post-nightmare. It works. She’s also just comfortable sleeping with something (or someone) held close. 

Armin is a very deep sleeper, but if he does get woken up in the middle of the night, he finds it incredibly difficult to fall back asleep and will be grumpy the next day. He needs a minimum of five hours of sleep to function, and only goes less than that during a hectic finals week, (but he’s not really living, more like coasting through life if he hasn’t gotten at least five hours.) But he’ll be pretty grouchy unless he gets at least seven. He’s a very active sleeper, and is known for stealing pillows (if sharing a bed with someone, or sleeping in close enough proximity to do so.) 

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‘Grey’s Anatomy’ Star Ellen Pompeo on Female Directors, Motherhood & Politics | Variety
By Elizabeth Wagmeister

After 13 seasons, “Grey’s Anatomy” star Ellen Pompeo made her directorial debut on this week’s episode of the long-running medical drama.

What took so long? Well, Pompeo is busy.

She’s been at the top of the call sheet on the ABC juggernaut since its premiere in 2005, and she balances leading “Grey’s Anatomy” with her other full time job: being a mother to three young children at home.

“I’m already there really a lot of hours. Directing is even more hours. The idea of spending more time there really has never appealed to me. So basically that’s it,” Pompeo tells Variety when asked why she waited until the middle of Season 13 to sit in the director’s chair. She adds, “As far as creativity on ‘Grey’s,’ you’re kind of trapped in a hospital and there’s only so much you can do, so I wasn’t that excited about it creatively.”

Pompeo says she was convinced to direct partly because of Debbie Allen, who is in charge of appointing all of the episodic directors on “Grey’s Anatomy,” and also because of her evolution on the series, thanks to creator Shonda Rhimes allowing her to learn from the sidelines about directing, producing, and storytelling, in addition to acting.

“We never can tell the way we’ll evolve — emotionally or spiritually or creatively, you never know how you’ll evolve and what will interest you creatively,” Pompeo explains. “The show has had a lot of changes and that’s precisely how the show keeps going because it does continue to change. People change, the cast, behind the scenes, the writers, everything changes. So the circumstances just changed, and when Debbie asked me to do it this time, I was more open.”

Here, Pompeo talks about her decision to finally direct, plus opens up about work-life balance, the lack of female directors, and the lack of women in politics…

Have Debbie Allen and Shonda Rhimes been asking you to direct for years?
To be honest, no one has ever asked me before. I have a pretty busy home life — I have three kids, and one of the things I’m proudest about is being able to achieve a really healthy balance. Not only do I have a great job on this show that continues to be super successful, but I have a great home life, and I cherish that a lot. I try to devote equal time to both. So no one has ever approached me about it before, and Debbie did and she started last year asking me, and I started saying no, no, no, and then she just kept at it. Debbie Allen doesn’t take no for an answer! I thought about it and everything she said was true — I do know more about the show than more of the directors that come in, so if they can do it, I certainly could. It wasn’t a question of if I could do it; it was a question of, do I want to spend that much more time here?

How much of a time commitment was it for you to direct the episode?
It was a month and I banged it out and I’m really happy that I did it. I’m lucky that I live really close to where I work, and my kids get to come to set and they get to hang out — it’s a very family-friendly set, so I just worked around that challenge by bringing my kids and my family to set all the time.

Was the schedule and time commitment the most challenging part of directing, or did you find anything else to be especially difficult?
I think the most challenging thing is just the sheer hours.

How did you decide which episode you wanted to direct?
I really wanted to direct a script from [writer] Meg Marinis and Shonda was kind enough to grant me that wish. Debbie is in charge of booking the directors so she had to just figure out in the schedule where there was space. We have a good amount of freedom because we have so many in-house directors from Chandra Wilson to Kevin McKidd and Debbie, too. We don’t book the whole season of directors ahead of time, so there were some spaces open, so it was just a matter of what slot was open and there were only a couple of episodes not spoken for, so it was pretty easy to set.

You mentioned some of your cast members who have directed. Did anyone give you advice?
No, not really. I’ve been there so long. I see everybody do it. Sara Fischer, who’s in charge of production for Shondaland and who is a remarkable human being, gave me the best piece of advice, which was to have an answer for everything and to wear sneakers, and I already do that every day [laughing]. I was already all prepared.

There is a lack of female directors in the industry. “Grey’s Anatomy” has so many female directors. Do you think that “Grey’s” is helping to pave the way for female directors?
Shonda Rhimes is definitely walking the walk. I can’t really say enough about her leadership skills and the way she’s running the company and how far she’s come. Her evolution as a leader has been very inspiring to watch. Obviously when we started, she didn’t have any employees and it was her first show and she never had a show before. So with respect to breaking down boundaries and creating an environment for people in-house to learn and create and grow is something that she definitely talks the talk and walks the walk. I don’t know if one show can change the stats and if one show is enough to move the needle with respect to the whole television business, but certainly, our numbers are much more impressive than I’m sure any other show. I doubt there’s another show that hires as many women as we do — which is so weird to me because women are such amazing multi-taskers. Directing is multi-tasking. It’s baffling to me!

It’s also baffling to me that there aren’t more women in politics because running the country is multi-tasking, and women are notoriously better at that than men. It’s so curious to me how we end up in these dynamics. Clearly, our president cannot tweet and do anything at the same time. [Hillary Clinton] can manage her emotion and tweet, all at the same time.

Would you want to direct another episode of “Grey’s”?
I am going to do another one next year. Obviously the challenge for me is I can’t not be in front of the camera. They can write me lighter when I direct. But I would direct a bunch if I could not act as much, but that’s not really an idea that anyone is interested in. Right now, I’m just scheduled to do one next year because they really want me in the show — you know, a lot. And I understand that and it’s fine.

Well, the show is called “Grey’s Anatomy,” after all.
Yeah [laughing]. I would love to direct another show or I’d love to direct a pilot where I could be really creative from the start and conceptualize everything and create a whole entire body of a story. That would be really exciting to me. That comes so easy to me, being on a television show for 13 seasons — I really have learned so much about storytelling and about all sides of it, so it comes pretty easy to me.

So when I saw this ^^ it immediately took my mind to my other favourite brOTP and just who would be most likely to notice this particular hug in the midst of all the post curse drama. 

Unbeta’d but finished. 1000ish words of nonsense. 

Where else would they all be, she supposed, when a celebration was in order? Despite the ongoing threat of the Black Fairy and Gideon, there had been no question that all who had taken their nap in the quest of waking Snow and Charming would somehow find their way here to her diner to mark the occasion.

Not to mention the shiny new diamond she could hardly miss on the Saviour’s finger.

Thankful for her generous freezers, Granny directed her staff towards the back to gather food and drinks as she herself stocked the counter with the clean glasses and such that the inevitable crowd would need.

And if there was a secret smile on her face as she worked - well, she was entitled to her own share of the true love that seemed to be going around, surely?

Not that she was calling anything that. Not at all. She was far too old to be daydreaming about that sort of guff…

“Well, well. That’s quite the girlish twinkle in your eye, Lady Lucas. Whatever could you be thinking about?”

Damn that blasted pirate.

She looked up slowly from the glass she had been cleaning and into the face of Killian Jones, lounging in his own inimitable fashion on one of her bar stools. If he was trying to antagonise her with his dancing eyebrows and the way his tongue rolled across his lips in amusement, he was going the right way about it.

Still, if he wanted to play, she was game.

“Seawater gone to your head, pirate?” she retorted. “The only thing I’m thinking about is how much work your upcoming nuptials are going to make for me.”

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Alone, Until I Get Home (2/?)

Summary: In Boston, Henry Swan’s six-year-old brother Ian finds a book titled “Once Upon a Time” hidden beneath the seat in their mom’s old yellow bug. As soon as Henry touches it, he remembers.

Season 3 Canon Divergence-Emma finds out she’s pregnant a few weeks after she and Henry leave Storybrooke with new memories and new lives. Nearly seven years later, another Dark Curse puts her family in danger, and Emma must return to Storybrooke to help them.

Who’s powerful enough to cast the Dark Curse? And how the hell is she going to tell Hook they have a son together?

A/N: Thank you so much for all the positive responses! I was COMPLETELY blown away (although now I’m like BUT WHAT IF I CAN’T DELIVER???) This chapter’s kinda short, and I feel like I need to put a disclaimer here that it’s pretty heavy on Henry but it’ll be the last one that’s like this. Everything after this is all Emma and Killian’s perspectives (aka it’s all Emma and Killian pining and lusting after each other simultaneously whilst trying to keep themselves and their boys out of danger).

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Ed Kemper decided one day to test just how much control he had over his murderous urges.  He went out driving and soon enough spotted a pair of female hitchhikers, who were looking for someone to drive them to their college.  Kemper noticed with shock that the two girls bore a striking resemblance to his first two victims.  Like the first two, they were petite and pretty—“little dolls,” as Kemper called them.  One girl, the more seasoned hitchhiker, got into the front with Kemper, and the other girl got into the back.  Kemper was instantly turned on by her “incredible blue eyes” and “really shiny” black hair.  According to him, she started casting him little flirtatious looks in the rear-view mirror, which he returned, engaging in “this little psychological game back and forth that men and women do.”  

The drive took on a sudden dark tone, however, when the girls advised Kemper to make a certain turn.  Kemper knew for a fact that the girls were telling him to go the wrong way.   He also knew that if he took them in the direction they insisted he take, it would lead them to an isolated location where he would undoubtedly kill them.  So, he took a different road.  This terrified the girls.  Kemper tried to assure them that this was, in fact the right way to their college, but only succeeded in intensifying their horror—after all, there was a killer at large, slaying college girls like them.  Little did they know that their worst fears were actually correct, but that the killer driving the car was trying to spare their lives.  When the car arrived at the college as promised, the girls jumped out and ran into the building.  Most likely, they never hitchhiked again.  As for himself, Kemper was appalled by how strong his compulsion to kill really was.  “That day I knew I could not stop doing it,” he said.  “I knew I had no control over it.  I had just minimal controls, but mainly I could not stop it.”

Castings I want to see in the next P&P adaptation

- A really hot Mrs. Bennet in her early 40s. Mrs. Bennet, for all her nerves, is definitely a MILF. Mr. Bennet married her despite her personality because she was just that hot. They had five daughters together. He jokes if she goes to call on Mr. Bingley with her daughters he might like her the best. Sure it’s a joke but it would only be funny if there was an element of truth.

- Bingley with a northern accent. Oh come on, it’d just be funny!

- Georgiana Darcy who is played by a tall, well-developed 16 year old with dark hair. Enough of the skinny, whispy blondes! The entire point is she looks older and more mature than she is and she looks proud and haughty when actually she’s just a sweet orphan kid who’s had some pretty awful things happen to her.

- Light and witty Caroline Bingley. She has some wonderfully arch comments and while she is definitely a social climbing snob, she is also really quite funny. She is a foil to Elizabeth; they are not so dissimilar. Let’s see that in her casting and direction.

- Lady Catherine who isn’t too ancient. She’s probably between 40 and 50. Don’t forget she has a daughter who is unlikely to be more than Darcy’s age. She’s not an ancient Grande Dame. She’s more on the lines of Lady Russell or Mrs. Ferrars.

- Gaudy, modern Rosings. Rosings is a modern house with lots of windows. It’s not a grand Jacobean pile oozing old money. It needs to be as ostentatious as you can imagine without any depth of character. This is particularly to contrast it with Pemberley, which should be classy without gaudiness. (Which is where Chatsworth as Pemberley just fails so much in my view. There’s no way Mr. Darcy would be okay with all that gold and Baroque ornamentation. He’s a neo-classical man, I’m convinced of it.)

Perfectly Flawed - Lydia Martin

word count: 2317
warnings: swearing
requested! (but I changed it around a lil bit)

Originally posted by softly-evak

“I was thinking it’d be a” I said, looking over my homework sheet.  Lydia glanced down at my paper and grinned.

“Yep” She said, popping the ‘p’.  I grinned as I circled that answer and went on to the next one.

It was Tuesday, and Tuesdays’ were the days Lydia and I got together at her place to do homework, paint our nails, and gossip.  Well, gossip sounds bad it was really just talking.  This had been a tradition we’ve successfully held every Tuesday for the past three months, and we were both pretty proud of that.

Lydia and I became friends last year when we were juniors.  Being Scott’s twin sister I was sort of a part of the pack, a designated human you might say.  Stiles would’ve high fived me for that.  But I knew all about werewolves and banshees and kitsunes and coyotes, to be honest we were like the misfit toys.  But I guess we owned it.

I always sorta had a crush on Lydia, I mean, who didn’t? She was absolutely perfect in every way.  She was a genius, she was funny, talented, kind, beautiful… the list went on and on.

But, with this perfection of hers, she had anyone to choose from.  Anyone she could date if she wanted.  And I, was definitely not on her list of crushes like she oh so ruled over mine.  In fact, she was my only crush.

Not me though, Lydia Martin could never like a girl like me.  No, I wasn’t as smart as she was, I wasn’t as petite as she was, I wasn’t as funny as she was.  I simply wasn’t as perfect, or anywhere near as perfect, as Lydia Martin.

“So, what color polish do you want tonight?” She asked, standing up from her spot at the table.  “I think I’m gonna get red for myself”

“Let’s go black” I said.  She shook her head with a small laugh and walked off towards the stairs.

“Same old y/n” She sighed, making me laugh as she disappeared.

Same old, plain, untalented, y/n, I thought to myself.

When she came back, she was smiling wide at me and plopped her box of manicure supplies down on the table in front of me.  Bottles of paint, polish remover, and lotions sticking out of it.  As well as nail clippers, filers, cotton balls, and tools that looked like torture devices.  Lydia seemed to have seen my look of fear cause she giggled that beautiful little laugh.

“No worries y/n, just the paint as always” She promised, shaking my bottle of noir polish.

“Thanks” I said sheepishly and she nodded, opening it up and grabbing my hand.

“So uh… the dance next week” My heart nearly fell out of my chest.  But somehow I managed to keep myself calm as she began to paint my nails.  I just looked at her, silently prompting her to continue whatever it was she wanted to say about it.  “Maybe we could go shopping for it together? Or not- we don’t have to-”

“No that sounds like fun!” I said quickly, and Lydia smiled nervously, I think.  I probably freaked her out.  “M-maybe Wednesday after school or something?”  big smile pulled on Lydia’s lips as she nodded.

“Yeah-yeah “ Lydia said, focusing back on my black nails.

(lydia’s pov)

I walked into school this morning, excited as today was the day y/n and I had decided to go dress shopping.  I was thrilled, absolutely thrilled.  I could just sing as I walked through the halls.

“Lydia Martin, are you skipping?” I was asked when I arrived at Scott’s locker, where we meet every morning before classes.

“Yes Scott, I may be a little happy for once” Stiles walked up to us.

“Is there a sale at Macy’s?” He asked with a snicker.  I rolled my eyes.

“I’m more than shopping and shoes, Stilinski” I told him.

“Alright then, what else do you have to be happy about?” He asked.

“Mom out of town?” Scott asked.

“Cheap makeup?”

“Quality makeup?”

“Hot date for the dance?”

“Prada had a new puppy friend?”

“Aced another test?”

“Any colleges accept-”

“Hey guys!” Scott and Stiles were cut from their ramblings as y/n bounced up to the group.  “What’re we talking about?”

“I was actually just saying that you and I were going dress shopping tonight” I said, and her face lit up.

“Yeah! I’m super excited for that” y/n said, grinning wide.  God I loved when she did that, her eyes always seemed to twinkle.

“You guys wanna ride there? You know I got a sweet one” Stiles said, wiggling his eyebrows at us.

“You got a new car?” y/n asked, raising a confused brow.

“No I’m talking about Roscoe duh- hey!” I giggled as y/n smirked a little to herself.  “I don’t get why you guys are so mean to me” Stiles began muttering.  “I mean seriously all I do is help and-”

“Hey y/n!” I turned to the girl whose name had been called, to see Erica Reyes standing there.

“H-hi- hi Erica” y/n replied, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Can I.. can I talk to you for a sec?” The blonde asked.  y/n nodded, giving a small ‘mhm’ and followed off with her.  As soon as they were gone, I scoffed.

“Really? Erica Reyes? What could they possibly have to talk about?” I asked, crossing my arms.  I saw Scott tilt his head, listening to their conversation.  I glared down the blonde, just as Kira bounced up to us.

“Hey guys!” She said cheerfully.  “What’re we up to?”

“Hush” Stiles scolded.  “Scott’s listening in on Lydia’s girlfriend over there” Stiles said.  I glared at him, but Kira giggled.

“Oh I see, get jealous of Erica did you?” Kia winked at me.  She winked, she had the nerve-

“No I am not jealous, and y/n is not my girlfriend” I stated firmly, my arms uncrossing and putting my hands on my hips.

“How defensive..” Stiles muttered.  “So what’re they talking about over there? Anything we should be worried about?”

“See, you don’t like her either.  Do you have a big fat crush on y/n?” I asked with a sneer towards Stiles.  “See? Who care-”

“She asked y/n to the dance” Scott said.


y/n and I were walking through Macy’s, going through rack after rack of hangers.  She’d been talking animatedly about how excited she was to be going to the dance with somebody.  I was listening, I was, but I barely responded.  Just let her go off as we looked over various dresses.

“Hey, hey Lydia” She called, and I looked up.  She was two racks away, and holding up a gorgeous y/f/c dress.  I thought about her wearing it and my knees almost buckled.  “What about this one? I have the perfect shoes and everything” Her eyes lit up with excitement and I nodded with a hum.

“Yeah y/n it’s… it’s beautiful” She smiled big and hung it carefully over her arm.

I went back to scraping through the racks, but didn’t really pay attention to anything I skimmed over.  All I could think about was the fact that y/n was going to the dance… with someone else…

Jealous? Never heard of her.

The ride to drop y/n back off home was again, mostly filled with her going on about the dance.  Although this time I was barely listening.  I couldn’t, it hurt too much.  THis was my best friend, this was the girl I was in love with, and she was hooked on being with someone else.  Maybe Stiles was right, maybe all of them were right… but she’s too perfect.  It was ridiculous for me to think of being with her.  Besides, I used to be such a bitch, such a bitch, why would she ever want to date me? I looked over at her in the passenger seat next to me as she talked on.

“…I mean I’ve just never been asked out before…” She went on.

She was beautiful, so fucking beautiful it was insane she even hung around us.

“Sure, I bet this is nothing to you you get asked out all the time- I mean look at you- but… but me! I just can’t believe someone would want to ask me out!” I slammed on the breaks, just outside of her house.  “L-Lyd!? Are you okay?” I looked over, seeing her grip onto the handle of the door.

“Am I okay? No I am not okay!” Her eyes widened as I yelled a little.  “y/n how could you say something like that? ANyone would be lucky to go out with you! You’re absolutely perfect!” She blinked.

“Lydia I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“No- no get out just- just get out” I shook my head, looking down at my hands gripping the steering wheel.

“Lydia I-”

“y/n, go home” She stared at me for a moment, but I heard her unbuckle her seatbelt and open the door.

“I’m sorry Lydia” y/n said softly, then closed the door, and walked up to her door.

Now, I hate crying, it makes you weak and ruins your makeup.  But today I almost couldn’t drive home because I was crying to hard.

Who knew being in love hurt this much.

(your pov)

I didn’t think being in love hurt this much.

I was standing in the corner of the gym, the whole room lit up and blasting with music.  Bodies were.. Well everywhere.  Dancing, talking, sweating.  The more I thought about it, the more claustrophobic I felt.  I looked around, seeing my friends all together.  Stiles trying to get Scott to dance with him, Kira teaching Malia how to dance, Liam… doing god knows what.

And there was Lydia.

She looked breathtaking… the green dress she wore hugged her curves in all the right places.  The neckline dove down enough for me to blush.  But she wasn’t really dancing with the others, just awkwardly swaying back and forth.  I frowned, and wanted nothing more than to go over there and dance with her, maybe make her happy.  But she’d made it pretty clear that she wanted nothing to do with me.

“Hey y/n I’m back” Erica walked up to me, handing me a plastic cup of punch.  “And uh.. I smell checked the bowl.  It’s not spiked” She laughed, and I chuckled quietly and nervously.

“Thanks” I said quietly, taking a drink and casting a glance towards Lydia.  Erica stepped over closer, following my line of sight.

“O-oh… Lydia… I’m sorry are you guys..?”

“Dating?” She nodded, and I shook my head.  “No… no she wants nothing to do with me” Erica frowned.

“Pretty sure she wants everything to do with you” I raised my brow in silent question.  “I mean, when I asked you to the dance, she sorta had Scott listen in, and seemed pretty upset when you said yes” My brows raised, and I looked at her quickly.

“R-really? She did? Was she mad? Sad? Disappointed?” Erica laughed quietly, wrapping an arm around herself and rubbing her arm.

“You uhm… you really like her don’t you?” I gave her a guilty look, feeling bad that I couldn’t really help my feelings towards the strawberry blonde.  “No no, it’s okay” Erica said, giving me a small smile.  I returned it.  “Well, go on, go get your girl” I grinned, and turned, walking myself straight over to Lydia.  When her eyes caught mine, she smiled for a moment, but it quickly fell.

“y-y/n” Her voice was quiet, I’d never heard it so unsure before.  It was like she lcked all of her confidence.  “Shouldn’t you be with Erica?”

“No” I shook my head.  “No I don’t want to be here with Erica, I want to be here with you” I said.  Her eyes widened.

“Really? Y-you do?” Lydia asked, almost like she didn’t believe it.  But I nodded my head, trying desperately to keep up my confidence before it all went away.  “You… you like me?” My brows furrowed.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I’ve had a crush on you for as long as I could remember” Lydia shook her head exasperatedly and groaned.  My heart sank slightly.  “Look I know it’s pathetic and you’re you and I’m only me but seriously I mean it-”

“God would you just stop talking” Lydia groaned.  I opened my mouth to protest, but she grabbed my chin in her hand and yanked my lips against her.

I swear the world slowed down and my heart exploded.

She was so warm, and her lips were so soft, and she tasted like.. Like cherries.. And root beer.  Maybe a mix of chapstick and lip gloss I don’t know but it was heaven.

“Not fair.  I liked you first” She said when we pulled away.

“You definitely didn’t-”

“Yes.  I.  Did” She said firmly, pulling away slightly.

“Did not” I grumbled, and pulled her back in for another kiss.

“You sorta suck-”

“Lyds shut your mouth” She giggled, wrapping her arms around my neck while mine went around her waist.

“All our friends are staring at us” SHe whispered, and I laughed a little.  “Welp, Kira just started clapp- Stiles took a picture” I laughed more and kissed her nose quickly.

“Yeah well it took you long enough to show an interest” Lydia rolled her eyes.

“Seriously, in our moment, you’re gonna hold that against me?” I nodded with a grin.

“Wouldn’t want you thinking I’m an easy catch” I said with a wink, walking towards the beverage table.  “Gotta make it interesting, right?” I winked over my shoulder and she groaned, following after me.  But I heard her muttering.

“God you’re lucky I love you” 

to the anon who requested, i hope you liked it! 

xoxo ~ jordie

Family Traditions

Trigger Warning: Implied rape. 

My mother is a terrifying woman.

She has never hurt me, nor do I think she ever would, nor has she ever directly frightened me. Any fear comes from observing her with other people, people who have wronged her or me or someone else she loves in some way. It’s like a switch has flicked and she becomes a totally different person. Her voice becomes sharp and cold, it’s enough to make goosebumps prickle my skin. Her eyes become cold too; a dark void that show nothing but accuse their target of all. I’ve watched grown man crumble under her, a woman who barely scrapes 5'3" and has very little in the way of muscle. Yet there is something about the absolute rage that consumes her, that quiet, frigid anger, that makes the stutter and surrender. They give in to her will, or she shatters them.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t admire that ability. Though I’m a good three inches taller than my mother, I am equally as devoid of muscle and have none of her rage. I’m quiet and always have been meek. My mother never mocked me for this, nor did she try to change me. She has always been content to come to my aid, protect the thing most precious to her.

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Nothing At All - Alfie Solomons Fan Fic:  Chapter 23



Warnings:  NSFW, 18 +, with fluffy on the side

Chapter 23 – Stolen Bread

Morning broke grey and slow.   A soft pelting of rain on the roof and windows.   The first sounds of a new day flirting with the early morning stillness.   No bright light struggled to lift her eyelids and Alyona snuggled deep into the covers and closer to Alfie’s warmth; still feeling the heady pull of dreams.   Sleep dragging her back where no thoughts penetrate and the frantic world beyond the raindrop painted windows lingered in its dripping shadows.   The only sensation lifting the veil of sleep, the soft pressure of fingers combing through the tangled waves that billowed upon the pillow.   She soaked every sensation up like the thirsty, fragile buds raising their heads to the weeping sky.  Lazily stretching her limbs the length of the bed, one slender leg entwined around his own. Arms reaching above before settling in the space between his side and her chest once more.  Felt the smile stretch upon her brow where his chin rested. Waking up had become a sweet pleasure the past few days.  

Alfie lay wide awake upon his back, watching the blurry lines of raindrops racing across the ceiling.   He was used to being up and greeting the day much earlier, but of late felt no great pull to rush into the office.   Listening to her soft breathing and recalling their amorous evening pursuits, he knew Alyona had healed enough that he could return to work.   She’d be okay alone in his house during the day hours; especially now that no danger lurked.   That didn’t mean he was eager to leave the soft confines of the bed – or what morning delights might be found within it.   One hand rested upon the luxurious strands, while the other reached to grab her own that rested upon his chest.   He lightly stroked upon her fingers, then moving slowly up her arm, each time drawing her a little closer within the circle of his arms.   Heard her sleepy sigh and mumble from where her face pressed into his shoulder.  If anyone had told him even a year ago, he would enjoy leisurely mornings filled with cuddles and sighs, he probably would have shot them in the face.   Now, with her body contentedly molded to his own, he knew what a difference it meant when someone shared their heart, as easily as they shared their body.  

He inhaled her sweet smell and bathed in her warmth, pulling his arms full about her so that she was rolled gently to lay upon his chest.   The soft sigh escaping again as her face buried in his neck; eyes still refusing to greet the morn.  For a few moments he remained still, welcoming her slight weight upon him and the steady thud of her heart pressed close.   There was no time, no wind or rain, nor demanding duties.    Just the sag of her limbs pressed upon his own, as his hands rubbed up and down her back with gentle pressure.   He felt the hot breath upon his neck.  The cool print of her nose where it nuzzled upon the bristled skin.  The tender brush of lips pressing small kisses along the length, trailing up to nip his ear lobe.  The whispered I love you that followed.   His hands ran quickly up her bare arms sending electric sparks along her skin.  Settling on either side of her head and pushing the hair back from her face so he can bring those soft lips to his own.   Whispering his own love before losing himself in the sweet nectar that is her.  

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