gave me her card

Day One Hundred and Twenty

-A woman in her forties thanked me for carding her, saying that I gave her a reason to smile and made her entire week. My reasoning for this was that our computers have changed and we now must have a physical ID to progress with the purchase, but I am happy to take credit for this accidental good deed.

-A British man came through my lane and, upon leaving, said, “Buh-bye.” I have now determined this to be the greatest accent to say this phrase in, and the greatest phrase to say in general.

-My register crashed in the midst of paying for a $250+ transaction consisting of dozens of small-ticket items. I went to the adjacent register to ring it up again, yet this register shut down on me as well. This misadventure came in the middle of hours of guests berating and shouting at me for a number of things well beyond my control. If either God or Karma exists, I am looking forward to a good payout in return for surviving this day.

-As a reward for stopping a newborn from committing shoplifting, I was granted a free Starbucks drink. Today being payday be damned, this is the most gratifying part of my week and I am all for this brand of instant gratification for shutting down infant heists.

-A woman purchased a picture frame with a stock photo of a beagle pup leaning out of a car window with just the tiniest bit of tongue hanging out. This is undoubtedly the worst possible selection for use in any picture frame being sold. The purpose of the stock photo is for it to be replaced, but now not a soul in their right mind ever will do so.

-An abandoned origami dollar bill has been left in my till, identical to one a mysterious, benevolent guest left me weeks ago. I have just missed my friend. I am devastated.

-A mother asked her child if they wanted a sticker. After a long and thoughtful pause, they ultimately landed on a no. I am unsure of what factors this toddler was weighing, but I urge them to reconsider.

-A man in his late thirties slid into my lane at turbo speed, skittering to a halt on the medical scooter he and his injured leg were mounted on. Such a move would have been made thricely glamorous were there the sound of screeching brakes to accompany it; luckily, this man came with his own effects, supplying exactly this for me. He purchased only a bicycle bell for his new primary method of transportation and took it without a bag, eager to begin a life wherein everyone is entirely aware of his presence anytime he is in the vicinity. His leg may be broken, but his spirit never will be.


One day, AIRLIE and I were in a store. She asked me to buy her a stuffed pig. I agreed but made her purchase it herself. She carried the pig to the counter, placed it in front of the sales lady, then AIRLIE handed her my credit card. After it had been swiped, AIRLIE gave me the card back and carried the bag with her pig in it out of the store.

We had never practiced this particular chain of commands before but she did great!

Travel Booty

It’s been a while since my last update.  I’ve been traveling and crazy busy with work, which has really left me with options with regulars and less time spent finding new women.  Of the times I’ve struck out when meeting women, I just don’t post about that.  The reality is that of the times I approach women, there are a lot of failures and strikeouts.  It happens.  Since I’m typically after married women, strikeouts are more likely than with single women (and women with boyfriends).

Last night was an exception.  I’m in Nashville; leaving soon.

After some early meetings with customers, my day ended early and I went out to grab lunch.  I sat next to a table with three women and I originally didn’t put any thought into it.  When looking at the menu, I leaned back, barged into their conversation, and asked them what was good, since they were already eating.  Advice given and I took the time to use down-time moments with my coworker to engage them in conversation and flirt.  My eyes did the recon.  Two of them were married and all of them were in good shape; probably in their late-20s/early-30s.  Flirting worked and they were engaged as a whole.  I chose one of the married women that was more social and gave her a little more eye-contact and non-verbals.  The flirting was reciprocated, but very brief.  I asked if they were locals or traveling.  They were all traveling for work so I asked them if they wanted to grab a drink later.  They all declined with the dreaded, “maybe.”

My food came and I heard the women get up and leave.  I assumed it was done, but the one I was flirting with came back in by herself and gave me her business card, saying that she could meet up around 4pm.  She told me to text her and we could meet up.

I texted her and she met me at a bar on Broadway at 4.  We grabbed a drink and shot the shit about work, but I worked some flirting in.  We went out and walked around a bit (great city; great music).  We had dinner while we were out and we stayed out at some bars until later.  Over the hours, the flirting got more intense and personal with a lot of brushing up against one another.  I’m sure attraction and alcohol had something to do with lowering our guards.  Anyway, I shot her a, “It’s too bad you’re married…” line and she responded with, “I should have hid my ring!”  It was a great sign and I said, “I prefer married women leave their rings on…”

That’s where things got more pointed.  She asked me to clarify.  I said that I enjoy flirting with married women.  That they are a taboo and fun because they’re unavailable.  She laughed and said I was bad, but I told her that we’ve been flirting for some time and while she’s unavailable, I doubted that her husband would approve of the content of our flirting.  She agreed that he definitely wouldn’t have approved and I proved my point that she likes flirting because she’s unavailable as well.  She asked if flirting ever went too far and I said it did.  She asked me to clarify and I told her that I’ve fucked a number of married women.  I asked her about her experiences and she admitted to cheating on her husband a few times, but she was reluctant to share the details.

Once it was at that level, our flirting got more direct and we kissed.  Heavy petting in a dark corner of a bar and kissing for about 10 minutes and I said that there was a great bar at my hotel with less prying eyes.  She agreed to go.

We got to the hotel and I went toward the elevators and she said, “We’re not going to the bar, are we?”  I said no.  She quietly followed up me up to my room.  We kissed again, hard and passionately once the door was closed.

She left her ring on while I undressed her with my teeth and kissed her.  It was gentle at first, but progressed into rough with a lot of teasing on her neck, nipples, and clit without penetration.  When she pulled my briefs down, she saw my cock with wide-eyed wonder and just said, “wow!”  I loved that powerful feeling.  She said she had an ex-boyfriend with a big cock that she cheated on her husband with and she missed that feeling.

She is about 5′3″ or so and on the petite side.  I took my time sliding my cock into her at first, slowly working my girth and length in until I bottomed out just short of the base of my cock.  The dirty talk exploded from her from that point on.  The gentle fucking didn’t last long as she eased into her pussy getting stretched and she hit me to get me to be rougher, which I obliged.  Hair pulling, throat squeezing, grabbing her jaw to control her head and yank it around.  I asked her at what point she knew I was going to fuck her.  She said she knew I probably wanted to since I asked them out to drinks, but she wanted to be alone when she invited herself personally.  That she knew how sex went on business trips.  That when we met and the flirting didn’t have to worry about others ears, she knew it was probably going to happen.  That she went to her room to shave her pussy just in case, before she met up with me.

She crashed at my place and I woke up at 4am to her sucking my cock.  It was dark and I felt her straddle me and side on me.  I fucked her and she jumped into the shower to quickly head back to her own hotel to prepare for the day.  I crashed for a little longer before having to wake up for an early meeting.

We exchanged numbers and she lives in Milwaukee, so I’ll have to visit her the next time I’m in town there or drive up for a special trip!

Today felt like a dream

I still can’t believe that I was a part of the movie franchise that changed my life.

I was in the same room as Anna Kendrick, who waved at me twice. I met Chrissie Fit and gave her a birthday card, which she posted on Snapchat, and she hugged me. Rebel Wilson basically did an entire stand up comedy routine to entertain us between takes. She’s so funny, and she’s super sweet. Anna Camp and Brittany Snow looked like angels. Ester Dean is perfect. Kelley, Shelley, Hana, and Hailee kept making everyone smile throughout the day. All of these women were right in front of me, singing and performing. It was absolutely amazing.

They all care about each other, and it shows. Seeing the bond they share was my favorite part.

I made a lot of new friends today, too. This fandom is amazing.

Today was the best.

Teacher (Christian Yu Scenario)

Originally posted by jisatsusakuru


Admin: Zion

POV: Second

Genres: Fluff, Comedy

You rested your elbows on the desk and rubbed your eyes. It was finally time for lunch, the one time every day you didn’t get bothered by students, because they were just as excited as you were about having no class for a little bit. You grabbed a stack of essays and dragged them toward you.

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Happy Ending? Maybe

A/N: This is for the Anon who asked  So reader is Shadowhunter and Jace’s girlfriend and she’s jealous over Clary? Like maybe he forgets about reader’s birthday and he spends all day with Clary, but with happy ending? Thank you for your wonderful fics.  Sorry that it took me so long to get this out to you.

I want to thank @jessiedangerous for looking this over for me, I couldn’t do this with out you. I am also at the moment looking for a new member to add to to this blog. So if you want to get into writing for any fandom let me know!

Summery: It is the day of the Readers birthday when she find Jace kissing Clary. Now the only question is will they have a happy ending.

Warnings: None.

Pairings: Reader/Jace

Originally posted by kendrasaunders


Waking up in the morning to an empty bed was not how I wanted to start this day out. I wanted to wake up with Jace by my side, a good morning kiss, and a happy birthday. But I’m not surprised to wake up alone. Everything is different now that Clary has showed up.

When she first showed up I felt bad for her. All her life, her mother had lied to her about who she was. Clary had been thrown head first into this world and had her mother taken from her. Like Jace, I wanted to help her, but as the days went on, I started to resent the girl. She didn’t seem to care that we all had rules that needed to be follow, nor did she seem to care that she could end up getting us killed.

Rolling over onto my back, I stare up to the ceiling and let out a loud breath before climbing out of bed and making my way the the bathroom to get ready. I wash my face and brush my teeth before putting on the little makeup that I wore. I knew that I wasn’t a beautiful as Izzy, and I always felt that Jace could do better than me; no matter how many times he told me he loved me. I pulled my Y/H/C hair up into a ponytail, letting the shorter parts of my hair frame my face.

Walking back into the bedroom, I move the the wardrobe and pull out a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a faded black tank top along with some combat boots before making my way to the kitchen. I was hoping that Izzy didn’t make me anything to eat again. How Alec and Jace can  manage to eat her food is beyond me.

Walking into the the kitchen, I find Alec and Izzy in the middle of their breakfasts. When they look up and see me, they both jump up and give me a hug.

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” Izzy says to me before letting me go.

“Yeah, happy birthday, Y/N. Izzy was going to make you some breakfast, but I stopped her.” Alec whispers, but Izzy hears him and turns around to slap his arm. I thankfully grab a box of cereal.

“You know, Y/N, that cereal isn’t good for you. It has a lot of sugar in it.”

“Your point, Alec?” I say to him with a glare, not needing to say anything else.

“Have you seen Jace? He wasn’t in the room when I woke up.”

“Did you check the training room?” Alec suggests.

“No, I came right here. I was hungry. I’ll look there when I finish.”  I fall silent as I listen to Izzy talk about this dress that she saw the other day.

“I’ll go with you to get it, Izzy.” I turn and put my bowl into the sink.

“Really!” Izzy says as she looks over to me.

“Sure, I don’t have anything to do today other than train. We just have to be back by ten. I have a mission to go on with Jace. And I was hoping that you could help me find a new dress. My last one got ruined on my last mission.”

“Sure! Let me go grab my purse, then we can go.”

“Can you grab mine? It’s the one on the desk chair.”

“Yeah, I’ll meet you in the control room.” She walks out of the kitchen.

“Hey, Y/N. I got you something for your birthday.” Alec says as he walks closer to me to hand me an envelope with my name written across it.

“Alec, you didn’t have to!” I smile as I look up to him. I open up the envelope and pull out the card. What the card says brings tears to my eyes.

Sisters are forever, and I’m glad you’re mine. I wish that your birthday brings you lots of amazing moments!

“Thank you Alec!” I say as I jump up and hug him. “You’re the best brother a girl could ask for.” Alec’s cheeks have turned a lovely shade of pink by the time I pull away from the hug.

“This is for you to get a new dress too.” Alec says as he pulls out two hundred dollars and hands me the bills.

“Alec, it’s too much. I can’t take that.” The Clave paid us well for working at the institute, but it was still a lot of money.

“Yes, you can. It’s not everyday you turn twenty-one.” Alec says as he take the envelope out of my hand and puts the money in it.

“Thank you.” I whisper as I take it back. “I’ll see you later. We can all have dinner together?” I mean for it to be a statement, but it comes out more as a question.

“Sure, we can get you favorite tonight.”

“Sounds great! I’m going to go find Jace before I leave.” I kiss Alec on the cheek before leaving the kitchen. I quickly walk to the training room. Walking around the corner and into the training room, I can feel my heart break the second I lay eyes on Jace. He isn’t training like I was expecting him to be, but instead, kissing Clary.

I leave as quietly as I can, not wanting to be seen or heard. I walk to the control room where I find Izzy waiting for me. I force a smile onto my face as I walk up to her.

“What took you so long?” Izzy asks as she hands me my purse before looping her arm with mine.

“Oh, Alec gave me a birthday card.” I move to put it into my purse only to have her grab it out of my hand. She pulls the card out, seeing the money and the message.

“He’s right, you know. You are an amazing sister.”

I smile for a moment.

“Did you find Jace?”

The smile fades. Deciding that I didn’t want to lie to her, I tell her a portion of the truth.  “Yeah, he was in the training room.” I just leave out the part that creates a pit in my stomach.

We decide to walk to the shop that Izzy saw the dress in, and leave the glamour’s off. I can feel everyone we pass staring at us. Well, staring at Izzy. Izzy does most of the talking as we walk, not that I mind at the moment, but I don’t hear anything that she says. As we arrive at the little shop and make our way in, I look around. Izzy points to one side of the shop, letting me know that she will be over there. I nod my head before walking to the other side of the shop. I don’t find anything that I like when Izzy walks over with her arms full of dresses she want to try on.

“I need you to tell me how I look in these.” Izzy grabs my wrist and pulls me to the back to the changing rooms. I take a seat and wait for her to come back out.

“You know, Izzy, you don’t need me to tell you how you look. You look fantastic in everything.”

“I know.” Izzy says as she let out a laugh. Dress after dress, she walks out to show me; always more beautiful than I could ever hope to be. As she finishes, she decides to get two of the dresses she tried on; a midnight blue one and a dark purple one, almost black in some lights.

“Did you find one yet, Y/N?”

“No, I can’t find one that I like. Want to help me look?”

“Sure! I saw a dress when I was looking that I thought that you would just love!” Izzy pulls me over to the dress. She pulls the dress off the rack and I can’t help but gasp when I see it. It’s Y/F/C and flows almost like it’s liquid.

“Like it?”

“Like it, Izzy? It’s so beautiful.”

“Well, let’s go try it on, Y/N.” We walk back to the changing room and once I’m into the dress, I step out to show it to Izzy.

She gasps loudly.

“That bad, Izzy?” I look at myself.

“Bad? You look amazing, Y/N! Jace is going to love that dress.”

Shopping had momentarily pushed what I saw from the front of my mind. Izzy’s comment brings it all back.


“I’m fine.” I manage to get out, hoping to sound convincing.

“No, you’re not. One, you’re my best friend, so I know when you are lying and two, you’re crying.”

“It’s nothing.” I turn quickly and walk back into the changing room. I change as fast as I can. I know that this conversation is not over, but I hope to delay it just for a couple more minutes. Walking back out of the changing room, still looking at my feet, Izzy waits for me.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Her voice is laced with concern.

“I saw Jace kissing Clary.” I mumble, not sure if she can hear me.


“I said I saw Jace and Clary kissing.” I say again, this time a little louder.

“I-I can’t believe…”

“It’s okay Izzy…”

“No, it’s not! He hurt you! I’m going to make him suffer.” I can hear the real anger in her voice, but alongside it, I can hear great hurt as well.

“Izzy don’t. He’s your brother.” I don’t want to come between them.

“And you’re my best friend!”

“Izzy… Just, can I stay in your room? And please, for the love of the Angel, don’t do anything.” I plead with her.

“Of course, you can stay with me!”

“Thanks, Izzy.”

“ Let’s get these dresses and head home.” We both walk over to the counter, Izzy buys her dresses first. I pay for my dress with some of the money that Alec gave me. With our bags in hand, we leave the store.

“You want to do anything else, Y/N?”

“Honestly, not really. All I want to do is sleep, not much of a birthday today.” I mumble the last part as we start making our way back to the Institute. The walk back is silent and for that I’m thankful. I’m really not in the mood to be talking.

Once back at the Institute, we manage to get back to Izzy’s room without running into Alec, Jace, or Clary. I fall onto the bed to check the time and find that it’s only after one.

“He didn’t even remember.” I say to know one in particular.

“Didn’t remember what?” I hear Izzy say from the other side of the room as she changes into something to go train in.

“My birthday. Jace still hasn’t wished me happy birthday.” I mumble knowing that she can hear me.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s fine Izzy. It’s not like you made them kiss,” I kick my shoes off before pulling my jeans off and climbing into Izzy’s bed.

“I can stay here with you, Y/N, if you want.”

“No, I’ll be fine. Go and train with Alec. I can always text you if I need you.” I say to her in what I hope is a convincing way.

“You sure…”

“Yes, Izzy. I’m just going to take a nap.”

“Okay.” She says heading to the door. She turns the lights off before leaving me alone. Finally alone, I start to cry; body shaking sobs, rip their way past my lips. My eyes sting as tears make their way down my cheeks soaking the pillow that I am holding to my chest. Curled into the fetal position, I cry for what feels like hours before my tears dry up and I have nothing left to cry out. I fall into a restless sleep, having cried myself out.

I must have slept longer than I planned because when I wake up, it’s dark out. I can hear whispered voices in the room. My head is pounding, making even the whispered voice seem like yelling.

“Alec, she just doesn’t feel well.”

“She was fine this morning, so stop lying to me. I can tell she’s been crying. I’m not stupid.” Alec whisper yelled back at Izzy.

“You’re talking really loud.” I get up. My throat feels like someone has taken sandpaper to it.

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” Alec asks me as he walks closer to the bed and sitting down next me me.

“Nothing that is important.” I mumble not wanting to talk about it.

“I know that’s not true, Y/N.” Alec says to me as he places a hand on my shoulder. I can feel tears sting at my eyes again as I turn over in the bed to look at Alec.

“I-I … Izzy I don’t w-want t-to…”
“Can I tell him?” Izzy cuts me off and I just nod yes and bury my head in my hands as the tears once again make their way down my cheeks.

“She saw Jace and Clary kissing today.” At the mention of Jace’s name, a sob breaks its way past my lips.

“He what! I’m going to kill him.” Alec pulls me up and sits me on his lap. I throw my arms around him and cry into his shoulder. I don’t cry as long this time and manage to calm down faster with Alec and Izzy here with me.

“When did this happen?”

“This morning, after I left the kitchen I went to find him. I guess you can say I found him all right.” I say with a broken laugh

“Did he see you?” Alec asks when I pull back to sit on the bed and wipe my face off.

“Sorry about your shirt.” I notice the stain my eye makeup has left on his shirt. “And no, I left before they saw me.”

“I’m going to kill him.” Alec mumbles again.

“Please don’t.”

He shakes his head, but I still know that he’s going to do something to him. I just don’t know what.

“Can we have chinese for dinner?” I look up to Alec.

“Sure, I’ll go and get it. You both want the usual?”

I nod my head and so does Izzy. Alec walks out of the room soon after.

“Izzy, can I use your bathroom and borrow some pajamas?”

“Sure, why don’t you go get in and I’ll bring you something to wear?” I nod my head in thanks as I make my way to the bathroom, not caring about my state of undress. Once in the bathroom, I turn the water as hot as I can before getting in and letting the water run over my body, turning my skin a pink color almost immediately. I start by washing my face and getting the dried tears off before moving to my body. My hair follows soon after.

Turning off the water, I wrap a towel around my body and step out. I notice that Izzy has been in and placed a set of pajamas out for me. Looks like she gave me one of Alec t-shirts and Y/F/C silk pants. Drying off my body and wrapping the towel around my hair, I pull back on my panties and bra before pulling on the shirt and pants. By the time I leave the bathroom after hanging up my towel, I find Alec has returned with the food. I smile in thanks.

“Feeling better?” Alec asks as I take a seat next to him on Izzy’s bed.

“Some.” I tell him as he hands me my food. Alec and Izzy both try to talk to me every now and then. They manage to get me to smile, but I’m not really in the mood to talk. Looking back at my phone, I see that it is almost ten and I have a mission to go on with Jace, but I don’t think that I can face him.

“Alec, I know it’s a lot to ask, but I’m supposed to go on a mission with Jace and I don’t think that I can handle it right now. Can you go for me?” I hope that he will say yes.

“You don’t have to ask. Of course, I can do this for you.” Alec leaves soon after that to get ready to go on the mission, leaving Izzy and I in the room.

“Izzy, what does Clary have that I don’t?” I ask in a small voice.

“Y/N, don’t compare yourself to Clary. You are beautiful, so very beautiful. I can’t tell you why he did it, but it has nothing to do with you. You are perfect in your own way, trust me.”

I nod my head and lay on her shoulder. I can feel her fingers running through my still damp hair, gently removing any knot that she finds. The gentle motion slowly makes me fall asleep.

Izzy and I wake up the next morning, the the alarm going off on her phone. We both get ready, I pull on the pants and boots that I wore the other day and just tuck Alec’s shirt into the pants. I leave my hair down, not wanting to deal with it.

Izzy takes my hand in hers as we walk to the kitchen to get something to eat. As we get closer to the kitchen, I can hear yelling. Izzy and I find Jace on the ground holding his nose as blood drips down onto his shirt.

“Alec, stop!” I yell, stopping Alec in his tracks before he could hit Jace again. They both turn to look at me when I yell. Alec looks like the kid who got caught with this hand in the cookie jar.

“What is going on!” Jace gets out, but his voice is distorted by his hand. No one answers him. I just move across the kitchen and wet a rag before walking over to him.

“Can I talk to Jace alone?” I ask to Izzy and Alec.

“Sure.” Izzy say before grabbing Alec’s hand and pulling him out of the room.

“Can you tell me why I was just punched in the face?”

“I think we should break up.” My voice sounds so much stronger than I feel. Jace stumbles away from me as if my touch burned him.
“What? I-I don't…” He trails off not knowing what to say.

I can hear the pain in his voice and it’s a stab to my already broken heart. I look down to my hands not wanting him to see the pain in my eyes.

“I saw you kissing Clary yesterday.” When he doesn’t say anything, I look up to him I can see the tears running down his face. And at that moment, I feel nothing but rage.

“What? Have nothing to say! Didn’t expect me to find out? Well, I did! It was a hell of a birthday yesterday.”

“Y/N, you have to believe! I didn’t kiss her. She kissed me! I would never do that to you. I love you!”

“Jace… I want to believe you so badly. I love you so much! But you have been spending so much time with her. You forgot my birthday yesterday. I saw you kiss her… So I don’t believe you.” I walk out of the kitchen and make my way to Alec’s room hoping to find him there. Knocking on the door, it’s pulled open to me.

“Can I come in?” I ask in a small voice.

He steps out of the way and I make my way over to his bed and sit down.

“I broke up with Jace.” I say breaking the silence.

“I am so sorry, Y/N. Are you okay?”

“I’m a bit numb actually… Alec, go take care of  Jace. He needs you. You’re his parabatai.”

He nods his head and walks out of the room. I leave to Izzy’s room. She’s not in there, but knowing she won’t care that I am there, I curl up on the bed, expecting myself to break down once again, but I don’t. I don’t know how long I lay there before there is a knock at the door.

Knowing that if it was Izzy, she would just walk in, so I let them knock again with no plan to answer them, wanting to be alone. They knock again before I hear the door knob turn. Looking over to the door, it’s the last person I want to see.

“What do you want, Clary?”

“Just listen please. Jace didn’t kiss me. I kissed him. I didn’t know that you two were dating or I never would have. He pushed me away. He went looking for you, but never found you. Please he…he is in Alec’s room crying. Just go talk to him.”

“You didn’t know that we were dating?”

“No. I guess I still have a lot to learn about this world that I am now apart of.” She looks down at my feet. “I don’t even know why I kissed him. The only thing I can think of is that he saved my life. I know it doesn’t make up for all of this, but I really am sorry.”

“It’s going to take some time before I’m not angry at you, but thanks for talking to me. And yes, you do have a lot to learn, but I’m willing to help you.” I stand up from the bed.

“So, are we good?” Clary asks me.

“No, not yet. But we will be.” I smile. “ You said he was in Alec’s room?”

She nods her head as I walk past her and out into the hall.

I find Izzy standing there.

“I take it you had something to do with that.” I start to walk down the hall.

“Yeah, she felt so badly about it and I knew you needed to hear it from her and not me. Are you going to go talk to Jace?” There’s hope in her eyes.

“Yeah, but I make no promises.”

She nods her head in understanding as we stop in front of Alec’s room.

I don’t bother to knock on the door before I open it, expecting to find Alec in here as well.  I’m shocked when he isn’t.

“I told you Alec, I just want to be alone.” Jace says in a small and broken voice.

I don’t say anything as I make my way over to the bed. I sit down next to him.

“Clary came and talked to me.” He sits up and turns to look at me so fast that I would’ve believed he had whiplash.

He has tears running down his face before I can think better of it, I reach out and wipe them from his cheeks. Jace just leans into my touch.

“I-I…” I break him off by pulling him to him into a crushing hug. Both of us cling to each other, not wanting to let go of each other.

“I know, love. I forgive you. Can you forgive me?” I say into his hair.

“If you can forgive me, then I can forgive you.” Jace says to me, his voice already sounding stronger.

“Let’s go to bed. We can talk more later.” I grab his hand and pull him from Alec’s room and to ours.

We both strip out of what we’re wearing. I pull on some clean panties and forgo my bra and just pull on one of Jace’s t-shirts before climbing into bed next to him. He falls asleep still clinging to me, but I couldn’t be happier.

I wake up some time later to Jace laying on his back with his hands wrapped around my waist, holding me to him, I hear Alec’s faint whisper to Izzy.

“I think they are going to be just fine.”

A/N: Thanks for reading. I am still taking requests but I don’t know how soon I will get to it, but feel free to send me them. 

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allypatally  asked:

This little old lady came to my register and gave me her business card and usually I don't pay attention to this kind of stuff but this time around it was worth the attention. She sells a pretty intense form of pepper spray and tasers. They also come in versions where it looks like a flashlight (but can also be used as a flashlight). Her business is called Damsel in Defense (which is brilliant btw). I'm pretty sure you can order from online... Hope this helps those who might need it.

Honey, I Love You

For @quietgalwrites who requested Omegaverse. 

Arthur is a single parent with an energetic son to raise. Valentine’s day is his least favorite day of the year, but the anonymous gifts on his doorstep may change his mind. Especially if they’re from his downstairs neighbor. Usuk. //

Arthur turned off his tv as yet another ad for Valentine’s day flowers played, the omega’s scent souring. He furrowing his brow with an annoyed huff, crossing his arms. His show had just ended, and of course that cursed holiday had to make itself known. It was only a week away, and Arthur had enough of flowers and candies, not like he had anyone to get them from anymore.

He walked out of his apartment to pick up his son from school, and almost stepped on a heart-shaped box. The omega picked it up, and looked it over, sighing as he looked at the tag.

Surely, he thought, some poor soul had the wrong address.  But when he looked at the tag, it had his full name, so it must have been meant for him. Arthur peered down the hall, looking both ways and finding there was no one there. He bit his lip, and turned back to his apartment, unlocking his door and placing the candy on the counter. He had no time for this, he was going to be late.

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i was walking around the west village about to cross the street and some psychic reader lady says “excuse me miss!” and i’m like assuming she’s asking for directions and i’m like yeah? and she goes “i felt some energy from you that i’ve never seen from someone before i couldn’t let you pass by without me letting you know, there’s so much negativity from you that you need to let go because there’s so much good luck coming ahead. she said whatever you’ve been trying to overcome for the past year and half you’re going to get through it soon, you just need to put more effort” she also told me she never goes up to random people on the streets and give them free readings but she said i was special and she didn’t charge me. everything she said said really dragged me, she was so nice her name is tiffany. she gave me her card if i ever needed anything. after she left i disassociated while staring at these two skaters skating on this monument and recording them doing these weird ass tricks fucc today was so insane

Things My Mom Says...

…that she has no idea are just Witchy/Pagan things.


  • “I just can’t get over how perfectly that just worked out.”

  • “That cat seems like it just showed up just for you. That is so weird. And the cat’s markings matching your own tattoos? Freaky!”
    About my cat, Freyasdottir, who is named after the Goddess who gave her to me.  

  • “How did you know?” 
    Oh you know the [cards/spirits/goddess/god/etc] told me

  • “It would be so wonderful to be able to talk about [being clairvoyant/psychic] with other people. But they would just think we were crazy.”
    My mom has gifts too, but is Christian so never brings them up with anyone.

  • “Wouldn’t it be great to just be able to wave a magic wand and have things just sort of work out?” (while watching [fantasy movie/show])
    Me = *hiding wand whenever she visits*

  • “How are you so cool about all this?? Are you SURE you’re okay?”
    Well knowing about this ahead of time helps… 

  • “You seem to have such good perspective of what’s going on in your life. You’re so self aware. When did that happen?”
    Tarot Cards. The little shits seem to insist. 

Recently, I did tell my mom that I am Pagan, and I am slowly introducing the positive aspects to her over time. But it would be too much all at once if I told her EVERY time. Plus, sometimes it’s just too much to be believed by no-majs. 

She did admit she was super jealous when I told her I could discuss clairvoyance, and connections with spirits to people casually in the community. Baby steps. 

I’m not expecting one day for her to convert or anything, but I am hoping that she can see the positives of my path without crying. 

Lucky Stars
A/N: So, this is my first time venturing into Chicago PD territory. It’s been years since I’ve written any fanfic, so I hope I did these incredible characters justice. I started watching the Chicago shows after my friends annoyed me to watch it (I love you guys!) and I am completely, head over heels in love with Linstead. What can I say, I have a thing for cop shows and strong female detectives who kick some serious ass. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy it and please let me know what you think!

It had been a long day. Erin had only had the strength to shower and put on an old pair of sweats, before she threw herself on the couch. And that was exactly where she still was, hours later, getting up only to pick up her dinner when the delivery kid arrived. Jay had texted her earlier, saying he was going to Molly’s with the guys, so she figured he would still be a while.

To her surprise, however, shortly after 10pm she heard the key turn in the lock and the door open a second later, the light from the hallway casting his shadow through the entrance of their apartment. She hadn’t turned the lights on when she’d gotten home a few hours earlier, a headache pulsing behind her eyes, so the TV was the only source of light in the living room.

This case had been hard - but today had been a special kind of stressful and devastating. Erin kept seeing herself in those girls and it was impossible not to get too involved. After everything she had seen and heard about that home, she knew this could have been her if Hank hadn’t taken her in. She could have ended up dead in a ditch somewhere, just like Sam, and she would have been just one more unfortunate kid who had been dealt a bad hand in life and got mixed up with the wrong people.

It could have been her.

She thanked God every day for Hank Voight. Even if her mother didn’t.

Jay had once told her that she had way too much empathy for the victims and she figured he was right - she really did. But how could she possibly do this job otherwise?

“Hey,” she finally greeted him, when she saw him drop his keys in the bowl by the door. He looked up and she saw the sad look in his eyes, how exhausted he felt. “I ordered some Chinese, if you’re hungry.”

He smiled at her tiredly and closed the distance between the door and the couch in two seconds. The next thing she knew, his lips were on hers, his hand cupping her cheek in an intense kiss. She sighed into it and ran her fingers through his short hair, trying to comfort him with her touch as much as his kiss was doing the same for her.

“I love you, you know that?” He gave her one final peck, before pulling away. She smiled at him happily and kissed his palm. “Sorry I took so long to get home. Kev wanted to grab a beer.” He explained, taking his hat off and throwing it on the couch.

“Don’t worry about it. I was too tired anyway. I’ve just been vegging here, watching crap TV.” She shrugged and he chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of her head, before making his way to the kitchen. “Did everything go okay with Ellie?” she called after him and heard his positive reply.

She heard him come back and rolled her eyes at his attempt to balance two food containers and two beers. Calling him an idiot - her idiot - under her breath, she plucked the food from his hand and placed the containers on the coffee table.

“I waited with her until the new family got there.” He continued, sitting down next to her with chopsticks in hand. “They seem like nice people and already have another foster kid living with them, so things should be okay.”

“I sure hope they are,” Erin said, taking a sip of her beer. “She deserves a good family, after all she’s been through.”

“Yeah,” he sighed and ate silently for a moment, lost in thought. “What these girls were going through in that place, babe, it’s…” He shook his head, as if trying to rid himself from those memories. “It’s inhuman. They’re just kids. Sam was just 15 years old. Fifteen. And to have people like that son of a bitch and Tonya using them for money, that’s just-”

He stopped himself and let out a breath. She reached out and squeezed his hand comfortingly, knowing just how hard this case had hit him, how badly he wanted to help.

“You did good, though.” She reassured him, but he shook his head and looked away. “Jay,” she put her beer bottle on the coffee table and took his hand in both of hers. “Babe, look at me.” She waited patiently until his breath returned to normal and his eyes met hers. “Hey, you did so much good for these girls. You have no idea, Jay, no idea what you did for them.”

“Sam still died.” He whispered and she finally saw just how much this girl’s death had affected him.

“Yeah, she did. And that was a tragedy. But you saved all those other girls from having to go through the same thing. You gave Ellie an out. You have no idea what you did for this girl, babe. I saw it in her eyes. You saved her life, in more ways than you could possibly imagine.”

“You think so?” Jay asked and she squeezed his hand, nodding. “I told her to call me if she ever needed anything. Gave her my card.”

“She seems like a good kid.”

“Yeah, I think she is.” He returned to his dinner and they were quiet for a couple of minutes. “You know, I keep thinking that if we had stumbled upon this case sooner, maybe we could have helped Sam. Like Voight helped you.”

“I was her age when he took me in.” She sighed, before reaching for her bottle for another sip. “I probably wouldn’t have made it past 16 if he hadn’t.”

“I can’t tell you how glad I am that he did.” he touched her cheek and leaned in for a kiss. “I can’t imagine my life without you. Can’t imagine what life would be like if we hadn’t met.”

“That’s what you did for Ellie today.” She whispered and closed the distance between them again, her kiss gentle and lingering. “You were her Voight. So that maybe fifteen years from now, a great guy will be sitting in their living room, thanking his lucky stars that you saved her life too.”

He looked at her with a newfound strength and purpose, as if she had just handed him the best prize ever, and the emotion shining in his eyes was enough to take her breath away.

“Thank you,” he said after a moment, his voice heavy with emotion.

“Partners, remember?”

She kissed him again and settled into his side. When his arm immediately enveloped her shoulders and his fingers started dancing lazily on her arm, Erin finally allowed herself to relax.

This was home.

They were going to be okay.

A/N: Reviews are good for the soul

blueinthebackalleyview  asked:

I had a really shitty customer who was just generally rude and demanding and trying her hardest to get free shit. When I complimented her makeup she gave me her business card. I'm seriously debating going to her work and just as shitty of a customer to her

I would. You bet your ass she probably wouldn’t remember you anyways, so she wouldn’t be going in to complain about you anymore than she already is anyways. Sometimes you gotta help karma along. -Abby

Miles Wood #1 - Cast

Anon asked: I didn’t exactly have a plot thought it but if you could, could you please make a miles wood imagine that is extremely cute and fluffy 😁😁

I am totally on board if y’all don’t have a plot besides “fluff” or “angst” but it is also slightly terrifying because I’m afraid I will royally fuck it up somehow. It gives me free reign which is so much fun but it’s also interesting to attempt a specific prompt because I like the challenge. Anyway, the idea behind this one is from a mix of two trips I took in the past. One was the road trip from Yosemite to Disneyland and the other was me in a foreign country tripping on the side of the road and hurting my ankle badly. For an athlete I can be very uncoordinated. Anon I hope you enjoy this fluff!

You had been planning the off season California trip for months. Most of the activities you had booked required the early planning because the slots filled up very quickly. The idea was to start in Yosemite National Park and work your way down the coast, ending at Disneyland. There were sightseeing opportunities, museum visits and amazing restaurants to try but not even two days into your three week trip your plan came to a grinding halt. Your long term boyfriend and normally your favorite person Miles Wood was currently whining and sitting in a hard plastic chair in a hospital waiting room. He was holding his wrist delicately and attempting not to move it.

That morning the two of you had set out on the Mirror Lake Trail; an easy five-mile loop around the beautiful lake in the heart of the park. Roughly two miles in, Miles decided he wanted a picture of him on top of a small boulder looking out over the park. You tried to convince him it was too slick with water and that his shoes were not well equipped but he waved you off as a worrier and did it anyway. Just as you had predicted he took a wrong step and slipped, promptly falling off of the rock. In an attempt to lessen his fall, he stuck his arm out and ended up not only scrapping his face, but breaking his wrist.

This is why the two of you were currently sitting in the uncomfortable hospital chairs waiting to be seen by the doctor on call. You were filling out his insurance sheet because of course it was your luck he hurt his dominant hand. When finished you turned the form in to the front desk and sat down next to your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry babe,” he said.

“It’s fine Miles, not much we can do now anyway.”

“I know this throws off your plans.”

“Your health is more important than getting to see some waterfall.”

“You’ve been planning this trip for months. Maybe we’ll get lucky and it will turn out to be just a bad sprain.”

You looked down and the awkward angle his hand was sitting, “I don’t think we’ll get that lucky.”

The door leading to the examination rooms swung open and an elderly nurse stepped through.

“Mr. Wood?” she read off of her clipboard.

You and Miles stood and made your way over to her. Just as you were about to cross the threshold she put a hand up to stop you.

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Imagine Being Jerome’s Sister Part 1

I did not believe it at first. But I should have known. He is my brother after all. I should have seen the signs of his change. If his sanity slipping. But I was always the truly innocent child. The soft spoken. The light-hearted. The dreamy eyed. Our mother hated the dreams in my eyes. She never beat me though. I found it unfair for her to take out her anger on my big brother. Jerome simply said that it was his job to make life easier for me. I think he wanted me to keep this innocence. This purity.

Our matching red hair and pale skin was the only thing in common Jerome and I shared growing up. As I look at him now across the tank in the GCPD interrogation room, I see that clearly now. I look into his eyes as he performs his act. I see through it. That’s why Detectives Jim Gordon and Harvey called me down to the station. They want me to rat out my brother. But I didn’t witness the murder of our mother. I wasn’t even at the carnival that night. I was at the museum looking at art. It was then I meet a peculiar woman with blonde hair. She told me she had an eye for art and I was a masterpiece to come with age. I just turned 16 two months prior to my mother’s murder. She told me her name was Barbara, she gave me a card to an agent in the west coast, and she hoped to see me in one of the paintings she’d buy one day.

It was clear to me what Jerome’s fate in this case would be. I’d most likely never see him again. I want to cry but I felt hollow inside. This would be the last time I see my brother this close. He was rambling a story trying to keep me from believing Jim Gordon’s theory on my brother. I silently watched him until he suddenly stopped and locked eyes with me. His arms resting on the table, he tilts his head side to side and something flashed in his eyes. He looked like he was about to cry.

“…You’re leaving me. You’re going to leave me here. I can see it in your dreamy eyes. They look so far away. That’s where you’re going, isn’t it?”

I didn’t even blink but he read my eyes, he always knew how. Reaching across, I lay my hands over his. They were cold.

“You are all I have left Jerome. But I’ll be out on my own. I know that I am pretty and I can make money off pretty.”

He gave me a small smile.

“Modelling. I never pictured you being a model.”

“Well, I’m no good at anything at the circus Jerome. You are an entertainer at heart. I’m…I need to find out what I am. I don’t want to be sex like our mom. I don’t want to be good for the dogs to eat. I want something more. You always told me to never stop dreaming big. I want to be seen in a different light than you and mom. You understand that I’m sure.”

He nodded but there was something lurking in his eyes,

“You’ll change.”

“No I won’t. I’ll always be your sister.”

Six Months Later

Originally posted by one-more-kiss-dear

Jerome has nothing to say for once as he looked at the commercial on the tv screen. His eyes showed disbelief. His mouth wide open in shock. His arms slack on either side of his body. He never understood perfume commercials, but when the name of the perfume came up along with the label of Chanel No5,, he knew he had been right.

l'amour de soi

Her hair that had matched his so perfectly was now blonde. A short interview clip started on the tv, showing her posing with her natural red locks. A smile full of devious joy slowly showed itself on his face. He watched her and memorized her mannerisms to detail. Forever etched in his memory. Then he started to laugh. If his sister had changed her behavior this way he began to wonder how her mind not worked. Surely, living in Hollywood, she probably had to adapt some of his tactics. Her innocence had to be only a facade now. Jerome decided then, that when he got out of that asylum, he’d find his dearly beloved sister and ask her himself.

anonymous asked:

What I want to know: is it really that hard to put down your goddamn phone while you're being rung up? I get texting bc you can stop in the middle of a text but if your phone call is *that* important, maybe you should take it elsewhere? This bitch came to my register, I need to ask for phone number for our loyalty card, she gave it to me, talked on her phone the entire time, took her bags and left without so much as looking at me. God forbid you at least say "thank you"

Today, I learned that small acts of kindness are never wasted. I am a dancer, and my dance studio has dozens of girls of all ages, 3-17. In a space like that, with so many children, myself included though I am one of the oldest there, there are going to be conflicts. A year or two ago, I stood up for a girl who was being picked on in the dressing rooms, and today her mom gave me a gift card and thanked me for what I did. I am, of course, thankful for the gift, but more than anything else I am thankful that it showed me that kindness makes an impact. This girl was so impacted by my one small act of kindness that she told her mother, and she and her mother were so impacted that they remembered after all this time (I don’t even remember the event, I think that makes this all the more wonderful honestly), and her mother was so thankful that she decided the way she wanted to express her gratitude was by spending actual money on a gift to show me how much she appreciated what I did. I did not stand up for her to get a gift card, I stood up for her because it was the right thing to do. If I were in the same situation, I’d do it again. If I had never gotten this gift, I would still keep helping people wherever I could

But this was so much more important to me than that. This showed me that every single act of kindness has an affect on the person the kindness was shown to. Even if no one gives you a gift card for your actions, I guarantee they were positively affected by it. What you do matters. Every small act of kindness makes a big impact on those who receive them. Let’s make a movement out of this. Let’s make a movement to spread kindness and positivity, to help people out in little ways every day.


It's only a quarter...

So there I was getting my normal hamburger and fries in the cafe at work tonight. I brought my meal to the cashier to pay and the conversation with her went like this:

Me: “Hi,  I have a hamburger without cheese and fries.”
Cashier: “Without cheese?”
Me: “Correct, no cheese.”
Cashier: “Ok.”

I gave her my credit card and then noticed she put it into the register as a god damn cheeseburger. So I told her…

Me: “I ordered a hamburger, not a cheeseburger.  You put it in wrong.”
Cashier: “It’s only a quarter…”

The bitch gave me this look like “come on man, you can afford it” then billed it to my credit card without fixing her mistake.

I don’t care if it’s a quarter or a fat stack of franklins. She stole from me, so I grabbed her tip jar and took a quarter out of it. She gave me this stunned look… like I was violating her tip jar… like I was stealing from her… like she didn’t deserve it. I then said “It’s only a quarter”, shrugged, and walked away.

I made an enemy today.

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my cousin gave me her panera gift card like months ago because she doesn’t like panera but she didn’t know how much was on it so i went into panera today (finally LOL) to check the balance and there was over $18. god is good.

So we went out to the city yesterday, chilled in a nice place called Montaione

And yall. Im so hyped.

I was checking out basically every gallery we passed and at some point one caught my eye immediately cause it had these GORGEOUSSS paintings. Like they were paintings of little houses/people but they had beautifulll colors. So we went and checked it out

We talked to the woman who painted them and she and i talked about our art school experiences and we joked around a bit, turns out shes from israel and living in italy with her boyfriend of 20 years or something and shes super fucking nice! And we talked about art and i was super embarrassed but she was super encouraging and told me that i should totally do an exhibition in montaione someday if i felt like it (she hadnt seen my stuff shes just super sweet) and gave me her card and stuff

And then me and my mom saw this one painting and we were like omggg its so gorgeous holy shit and we were debating whether or not to buy it bc it was only 300 euro which is nothing for a painting of that quality but also we’re not very rich and then my dad just chimed in at some point and said “OK SOLD” SO WE BOUGHT ONE OF HER PAINTINGS AND ITS SO BEAUTIFUL. I DONT HAVE A PICTURE BC THEY TOOK IT OFF THE FRAME TO ROLL IT UP FOR US TO TAKE IT BACK TO HOLLAND BUT ITS SO. GODDAMN. GORGEOUS

And then it turned out it was her birthday too!! And the last day she was exhibitioning in thos gallery!! And we sat around a bit more and talked and it was awesome


I feel so humbled i have her approval aaa