clary had always been a painter. as a kid, she used to look up at the stars at night and paint them on her arms and wrists and thighs. her mom often caught her awake in the early hours of the morning, painting the night sky on her skin. as an adult, clary still stayed up all night to paint, but on paper instead of skin.
izzy had always had a fascination for makeup. she liked how it could transform her face entirely, if she wanted, or just accentuate her favorite features. she liked to collect makeup, and she loved the rush of getting a new product. she loved the peacefulness of being alone in her room and doing her makeup, and she adored the intimacy of painting the faces of her loved ones.
their canvas of choice may have been different, but the passion for art was the same.
Imagine Nick Torres and Luke Alvez both trying to woo you
Requested by Anon~
Luke had to bite his tongue to keep from grinning as you got even closer to him. He didn’t re-position his phone screen to give you a better view. Especially since Torres was glaring at him from across the room.
“She’s adorable!” You exclaimed. “What’s her name again?”
“Roxy.” Luke answered with a smile. “Maybe you can meet her sometime? I’m sure she’d love you.”
Just as your eyes lit up at the prospect, Nick had cut into the conversation. “Y/N, we gotta go.” He said, voice tighter than usual. “Gibbs called us in.” When you looked up to your partner with a disappointed expression, Nick shuffled his feet. Especially since Alvez was watching, as well. “I’ll let you drive back, okay? And we’ll listen to whatever music you want.”
You blinked in surprise before a smile came over your face. “Thanks.” You chirped before standing and turning to Luke. “See you later, Alvez.”
“Please, it’s Luke.” He pressed, standing and smiling at you.
When the two of you left, Nick looked back at the FBI agent and glared at him. And as an added bonus, your partner came up and draped his arm around your shoulders. In a totally platonic way, of course.
Summary: The reader gets her period while in Asgard.
Y/n could hardly believe she was in Asgard. Everything was beautiful, and she loved to see the places where Loki had grown up. Loki hadn’t thought he’d ever love a mortal, he had thought them lesser creatures, and most of them hated him after the Battle of New York. Y/n was different though. She had come to him and was bold and wouldn’t allow him to treat as anything but an equal. She’d seen there was still good in him when no one else had. Now they were together, and Loki couldn’t be happier.
Y/n lay asleep in her bed in her room in Asgard. She adored having her own room in the palace. Normally she slept soundly there, but today she woke with a start and grimaced as cramps seized her.
“Crap.” She mumbled.
Her period had started without warning. As she stood she saw that the her sheets were now stained red. She clutched her abdomen and attempted to figure out what to do. She hadn’t thought about bringing any supplies with her to Asgard. Her mind raced as she tried to problem solve, but the pain from her cramps was blocking her thoughts. Maybe she could find Sif, but she wasn’t sure if women in Asgard even had periods, and she didn’t want to wander all through the palace trying to find the female warrior. As her pain increased (and hormones took control of her emotions), y/n felt tears stream onto her face. Curling back onto her bed, she clutched the blanket and just cried.
Loki had been waiting for y/n to come down for breakfast and grew increasingly worried when she didn’t. They always ate together and then he would take her around the castle or give her a tour of the grounds, but today she had yet to appear. He walked to her bedroom doors and stood outside them debating whether or not to knock. He finally decided to, and brought his fist up to the door.
“Y/n?” He asked softly.
He listened for a response and only heard muffled sobs.
“Y/n?” He asked more urgently this time. “Y/n open the door!”
When the door still remained closed he gave up knocking and burst in. Seeing y/n huddled in her blankets sobbing he ran to her.
“What’s the matter? Are you alright?” He asked urgently.
Y/n only continued to cry.
“Answer me mortal!” He commanded.
Y/n shifted to sit up and attempted to compose herself, but when she shifted she revealed the fresh bloodstain on her sheets. Loki’s pale skin became even paler as he looked at the blood in horror.
“Is that yours?” He whispered, his voice hoarse.
Loki cut her off, “We need to get you to a healer.”
He moved to try and scoop y/n into his arms, but she moved away. As she moved she grimaced and Loki noticed only making him more worried. He knew she was mortal, and as much as he wanted to change that, as much as he was determined to find a way to change that, it scared him. He didn’t want to loose her.
“You’re in pain. Let me.” He said and held his hand up to offer up his magic.
“No. Loki stop.” Y/n told him.
Loki looked at her confused.
“Why should I stop? You’re injured, we need to stop the bleeding or you’ll die. I don’t want to see you in pain, and I couldn’t bear to lose you.” As he spoke he placed a hand on her cheek and gently wiped her tears away with his thumb.
“Loki I’m fine. I… I just need to go home.” Y/n wouldn’t meet his eyes as she spoke.
“But-” He began.
“Just take me home.”
He did, though he insisted on carrying her the entire way, and as soon as they appeared in her front yard y/n practically jumped from his arms and ran to her bathroom. He followed her and waited outside the door. Loki knocked and demanded answers, but y/n wouldn’t let him in and kept insisting there was nothing to worry about.
When she finally emerged, she was wearing sweats and carried a bottle of pills in her hand. She strode by him towards her kitchen but her grabbed her arm to stop her.
“Please, Y/n, what’s wrong with you? Are you dying?” He begged.
“I’m not dying. I’m on my period Loki. Sometimes it just hurts a lot, and can make me cry and such, but I’ll be fine as soon as I take these. They’ll take the pain away.” She explained.
“I could take away your pain.” He reminded.
“No magic with this one Loki. I want to be able to have children one day and I don’t want risk magic taking that away.” Y/n told him, then pulled away to go towards the kitchen.
Loki watched, confused, as she took the pills.
“What does having children have to do with your ailment?” He asked.
“Oh god. You really don’t know do you?” She asked.
Loki looked at her slightly insulted. “I’m not a healer. I have no need to know of every ailment that plagues mortals.”
Y/n actually laughed at this only making Loki’s frown deeper.
“I never thought I’d be explaining the birds and the bees to a god, but her goes nothing.”
Y/n explained it all to him and the more she talked the more uncomfortable Loki looked. He sat on the edge her couch like an embarrassed teenager.
“Is it really that uncomfortable?” He asked.
“Yes.” She groaned. “I hate it.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” He asked slightly timid.
“We can have a movie marathon and eat lots of chocolate.”
“That really helps?” He cocked an eyebrow at her.
“More than you’d believe.” She said before reaching her arms out in a ‘cuddle me’ gesture.
He smirked, amused, before coming to her side.
“I suppose if it’s the only thing we can do.” He chuckled before taking her in his arms and kissing her hair.
It was a silly dare, a fun game at your best friend’s
bachelorette party. It was late, and you were all drunk and tired. None
of you were thinking straight when you started playing truth or dare,
and that’s how you ended up calling a local phone sex hotline. It was
stupid and silly.
But also kind of hot.
So you find yourself calling again, when you are sober and alone.
But what happens when you hear that voice one night, out in public? What happens when you meet the man you’ve been talking to? When you meet Sam?
Word Count: 2150ish
“Oh, guys! You know what we should do?” Donna was sipping her margarita and grinning at the rest of the room with that adorable naivety she’d had since you were kids. “We should play Truth or Dare.”
After looking at all of @toriitorii adrienette family art I couldn’t help but want to contribute. Here’s a little some I wrote on the fly. Enjoy my little miraculers~!
Marinette knew she was told not to peek but, oh, she just couldn’t help it. With the giggles she could hear down the hall in her sewing room to the adorable nature of her family it was too much. Peeking through the crack in the door she carefully watched.
“Why you can certainly have more tea Madame Spots.” Emma said to the stuffed ladybug in the chair. She picked up the plastic tea kettle and poured the invisible drink into it, “And what about you Daddy, would you like more?”
“Oh, yes please.” He said, offering the tiny cup on the saucer. He was a sight to behold. Looking like a giant in a dollhouse he sat on the little pink chair with as much grace as he could with his height, and there was a bright red feather boa wrapped around his neck. After getting his imaginary tea he picked the cup up about to sip.
“Daddy,” Emma stopped him, “Pinkie up!” She squealed, “Like this,” she picked up her own cup and held up a little finger, taking a slurp from it.
“Ah, yes of course.” Adrien fixed it, clinking his cup against hers, “To another wonderful tea party.”
Marinette stifled a snicker and left to get back to her work, knowing without a doubt that Adrien was not only a wonderful husband but an exceptional Dad too.
~ ~ ~
About an hour later she heard him come into the room, picking his way through her organized chaos to stand behind her. He placed his hand on her pregnant stomach and glanced down at her sketches, “Has Hugo been kicking a lot today?”
“Nope, he’s been pretty well behaved, knows Mommy is working.” she placed a hand over Adrien’s and looked away from her desk up at him, “How about your tea party?”
He grinned fondly, “Very well indeed, she let me go after I promised to bring her Mommy or snacks. So, which will it be?”
“I,” Marinette stood, dusted some glitter off his shoulder and plucked a feather from his shirt. She tickled his nose with it before walking towards the kitchen, “Have an idea,”
“Don’t you always?”
~ ~ ~
After a bit of preparation and some walking, the family sat on a checkered blanket in the park with a picnic already underway. Emma had been thrilled about the idea of a picnic on the Sunny Saturday afternoon and had rushed to get Madame Spots so she could join them. At a nearby park children were playing on swings and swirling down slides. It was windy enough that a some flew kites. The day was pleasant and picturesque. All was right with Paris.
“Can me and Spots go play in the park?” Emma asked, tugging on her mother’s sleeve.
“Sure sweetheart, just make sure to stay where we can see you. Promise?”
“Count my spots, hope to fly!” She said, nodding and running off.
Adrien and Marinette sat in the sunshine, leaning against each other and holding hands like they were kids again. Adrien was the first to speak, “She is so much like you. So creative, so friendly, smart too.”
“I think she gets the smarts from you. Maybe its that Mandarin you’ve been teaching her.” she jeered. Unlike his father, Adrien didn’t push anything on their daughter. She had come to him willingly, excited that her Daddy was so smart and wanting to learn how to talk like he did to Gran.
“What can I say? It is easier to learn a language starting young. Plus she loves it, gives her a reason talk with Sabine.”
“Please, my parents look for any excuse to talk to their granbaby. We can barely get her back when we leave her with them for a weekend. I can only imagine how much fun they’ll have with Hugo around as well.”
“They’ll have to baby proof the bakery again.” he smiled, “Let’s just hope they put the flour higher this time.” They both laughed at the memory of when Emma had been playing around the shop and knocked a sack of flour down all over herself. She tracked it all over the carpet of her parents’ home.
Marinette only wished she could have been there to see it. For now, she contented herself to having this moment. Little Emma holding the Ladybug toy over her head and running with it, cascading it through the air in dives and swoops. She wouldn’t change anything about this life, and she wouldn’t trade it for the world.
mrroryomalley: And #happytrails to the sweetest woman on Broadway. @phillipasoo is a light on stage and off and I will miss her top of act 2 visits to my dressing room so very much. I adore her. You are a star my friend but more importantly, you are a beautiful soul.