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Sketch dump realistic style part 1! I needed to practice noses, lips and chins because I had no idea how do they work - I kind of know now

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Soulmates (AU) Part 2

Pairing: Harry and Y/N

Word Count: 2677

Prompt (AU) : Harry took his anger out in sex-and you weren’t supposed to do that. He would go to the bar and find others just as terrible and lonely as him, drink, and then sink his sorrows into anything with breast and a hole were to put it. Niall always rolled his eyes the next morning and say to Harry “you’re a proper dick, yeh know that right?”, to which Harry would lift his middle finger up and respond with, “if soulmates are real she would love me anyhow.”

“Harry when you meet her your life will change,” Anne says, handing him a cup of tea.

Harry rolls his eyes, “I don’t care to meet her. It’s all bullshit,” Harry grumbles.

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There were very few things that bugged Y/N in life. Y/N hated when people didn’t use their turn signals when driving, or when people walked too slow in front of her, or when people rolled their eyes or stared at her, but she absolutely loathed when people wouldn’t respect her choice and try and force her to talk. It was clear, crystal clear, that she wasn’t much of a talker, and yes or no questions where the good route to go, but when people edged her on she got upset.

For example, Harry just couldn’t wrap his mind around how his other half would not utter a single word to him. Y/N had written down on a whiteboard that she was ‘mute’ and would really prefer if Harry stayed away from the label. She explained that even though he was her soulmate (and she would love to be open with him) talking just didn’t seem like something she was ready for.

She watched as Harry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, and frowned. She could feel his annoyance (literally) and she wanted to stub her toe on the table just to tick him off, but she felt like it was rude and she didn’t want to put herself through the pain as well.

“So like what? I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with someone who won’t talk to me?” Harry asked, his eyes on her as she walks down the hallway of her apartment complex.

Y/N shrugs, ‘learn asl,’ she signs.

“The fuck does that mean?” Harry spat.

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The Birds and the Bees- Meihem One-Shot (NSFW)

The question had come from nowhere.

Mei hadn’t been expecting it at all, not while she was laying in bed still panting and sweating, her body only just starting to cool from their third round of the night.

Junkrat had returned from a mission in Egypt, arriving on a ship that had landed earlier that evening after almost four weeks away. The junker had shoved his way past his colleagues, waved Roadhog off as his bodyguard headed for the cafeteria, made a beeline for Mei’s dorms, and had set upon her like a man possessed as soon as she’d barely opened the door. That had been hours ago, and the junker’s libido was finally starting to slow down, allowing Mei to at least catch her breath. She was an absolute mess, her hair damp and sticking out in all directions, her body flushed pink and glistening with perspiration, and the insides of her thighs were still wet and sticky. He had just rolled off her in a similar state of disarray, though disarray was hardly an unusual state for him in the first place. He was grinning as always, laying sprawled on his back next to the dazed woman atop her rumpled snowflake sheets.

There was finally room for something else in his brain, able to think of something other than sex. Well, the thoughts were still sex-related, but he wasn’t really sure where they had come from. He’d taken Mei to bed countless times since their first night together and he’d never really thought of it before. He’d been focused on…other things at the time. Still, the thought he had was intriguing. Really, it was a good question, he decided, so he turned to her and he asked it.

“Oi, Mei.”

“Mm?” She gave a little moan next to him, eyes closed and barely listening.

“Did ya ever want a baby?”

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The One That Got Away (Part 1)

Part one

(Montgomery De La Cruz x fem!reader)
Requested by: @thegirlwiththestories
Y/F/N (Your friends name)
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He didn’t understand it. He didn’t understand you. His face was scrunched tightly, filled with confusion and thought. What was your angle? How did you manage to do it? Break someone as unbreakable as himself. He had ‘dated’ dozens of girls and blown them off the next day or week and that seemed to be working, he had gained a reputation, girls knowing what they would be getting into and if they didn’t well then they very quickly picked up on his habits, but he never expected it from you, actually, he just never expected you, and that’s exactly what you had hoped.

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“You’re telling me you did what?!” your best friend of nearly five years screeched loudly enough to turn heads. You jumped in your skin, not expecting her outburst “Y/F/N what the hell are you doing!” you scolded, tightly grasping her shoulders “You’re at a voice level 10 and I’m going to need you at a 2. Okay?”. She merely rolled her eyes in response “Tell me it’s a lie, tell me your joking, tell me anything to make me feel better??!” She pleaded, yet this time at your requested voice level, her eyes nearly bugging out of her head. You didn’t see the problem, in your mind you were just fixing a problem that needed to be solved. “Can’t do that” you stated with a shrug from your shoulders, closing your locker and moving on to walk throughout the crowded high school halls, Y/F/N trailing very closely behind you “What do you mean! Y/N why would you do something that…that” you let your friend rant, stopping and turning to her with raised eyebrows “That?” you questioned, waiting for a long overdue response which you only got a loud groan and her hands thrown into the air. You chuckled at her conclusion and once again began walking “What’s the problem Y/F/N? He used you, so I just went and did the same thing to him. Put him in his place” you explained with ease, gazing around at the kids around you. “Put him in his place?! It’s not like you yelled at him or threw a drink in his face you slept with him! That’s not exactly what vigilantes do when they want to put someone in their place Y/N” your friend retaliated, her voice level slowly raising again to a 10. “Hey, hey, calm down. Montgomery isn’t gonna stop what he’s doing by a random girl throwing a drink in his face or angrily yelling at him at some party! Someone had to show him that what he was doing was wrong so what better way to do that than do exactly what he does to girls, what he did to you, then to do it back to him” It was simple, you hadn’t just randomly slept with Monty, you had done it to prove a point, and it seemed that Y/F/N was beginning to understand that as she got quiet for a few minutes. The two of you stopped in front of your next class, her mouth gaped open as she began formulating her next sentence “But how do you know it worked?” she questioned with genuine interest. Your lips then curled into a smile “Because he hasn’t stopped calling and texting me since we did it at one of Bryce’s parties”. Her mouth fell open, the corners twisted up in a smirk “Oh my god Y/N! You might have actually done it! This might work”. Her response caused you to chuckle and nod your head “Yeah I know! So stop freaking out about it and let me do my work” you pleaded with a raised eyebrow ushering your friend inside. She laughed while entering the classroom, you behind her yet you didn’t quite make it into the classroom before you saw him make his way over to you. Your friend gave you a wink before finding her seat in the classroom “Montgomery” you stated before he could greet you first. He responded with toothy grin “Y/N” He responded, folding his arm across his chest, leaning his back against the wall behind the door “I’ve been thinking” he began, although you didn’t let him finish before you decided to respond with a sarcastic comment “You’ve been thinking?” you questioned, your eyebrows raised “That’s rare”. He tilted his head to the side his toothy grin turning into a smirk “You’re right, It’s a new thing I’m trying” he replied quickly actually gaining a light chuckle from you “Anyway” he continued “I was thinking about Rosie’s diner and how good their milkshakes are”. Your hand found your way to your hip, tilting your head to the side “And you’ve decided to tell me this why?”. His smile never wavered as he watched you “Well I was wondering if you would like to accompany me this Friday for said milkshakes and some fun” he answered with a wink and even you had to admit, you were tempted. His smile and his attitude was something new, but you knew his games and you weren’t going to fall into his trap, after all, you were the one in control. You pursed your lips and pretended to think “Interesting offer, and I’m flattered that you’re thinking and all for me but I think I’m gonna have to decline”. He didn’t seem to like your answer, as you expected and you couldn’t help but gain pleasure from two new creases that appeared on his forehead that was from him trying to think of why. Why you were doing this, and why you weren’t succumbing to his charm. “You know” he began after his creases disappeared “Your treatment towards me seems a bit unfair”. His comment caused you to scoff, hanging your head before you responded, “Life’s not fair Montgomery but if you ask me I think my actions are completely justified” you explained, your eyes squinting slightly while looking up at him. “Okay then, I’ll ask you this. How do you know that if you don’t know me?” his response was idiotic, almost as if he was completely unaware on why you were acting like this towards him, almost as if he had no clue of any of his wrong doings, and this only made you laugh harder inside “Oh but I do know you and I know what you do to girls and knowing just how badly I got to you is possibly the best justice and the best feeling I could ever feel.” And with that you headed into the open classroom, leaving a dumbfounded Monty outside and alone, sitting down next to your friend just as the class bell rang, you would say the plan was working perfectly and you hoped in no time he would know just how badly he messed up.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any voice tips to offer???

OH MY GOD SOMEONE IS REALLY ASKING ME THIS SOMEONE IS REALLY ASKING ME THIS GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! 

Okay, composure Emily…composure! 

1.) A common problem that people have when singing is that they think raising their head up when they can’t reach a note will help. Let me tell ya, it really won’t. In fact, it will cause vocal problems down the road and really strain your voice. Tipping your chin down and level to the floor not only works better but sounds better.

2.) Stop using Glottal Attacks. It’s what happens when the edges of your vocal cords strike against each other in over closure. A good way to stop using them is to put soft “h’s” in front of words that begin with vowels. For example: everyone –> hh-everyone, I –> hh-I and always –> hh-always.

3.) VERY IMPORTANT TIP THAT PLAGUED ME FOR MOST OF MY CHILDHOOD: DO NOT I repeat DO NOT BREATHE WITH YOUR SHOULDERS! It used to make me shake while I sang and despite what you think, no it will not give you more air. Instead of breathing like that (vertically) you need to breathe from your chest area (I mean like around your ribs, diaphragm, etc.)  

Cup your hands around your ribs til the point where your fingers are touching. Slowly, and without moving your shoulders, breath from your abdomen. Imagine you are like a balloon being inflated. When you exhale your stomach should go IN and when your inhale your stomach should go OUT despite what cartoons depict. 

This reply is getting really long so I’ll finish it up with how you START up. Warm ups!

4.) Warm Ups. Doing warm ups before you sing is healthy for your voice and makes it easy to sing higher or lower without strain. 

This first one is called Lip Trills but I like to call it the Jean Kirschstein exercise. You know how a horse flubs it’s lips? Like BRRRRR! That’s how this works. We all do it when we’re bored but here is an example of it:

Yes, you look like a catfish, but it helps so it doesn’t matter. While you do this you hum different pitches. I do 1-2-3-4-5-4-3-2-1 which is basically like sliding up to the third and back. This may sound complicated so I’ll record a clip of it on vocaroo.

The next one is 1-5-1-9-1. We can sing this using various vowels but I use Ee-Ah-Ee-Ah-Ee.

LAST TIP! YOU NEED YOUR MOUTH TO LOOK LIKE A FISH…somewhat. When you sing things with vowels like “ee” or “ie” you tend to make your mouth wide like your smiling. DO NOT DO THAT. Instead, do this. 

Imagine that painting the Scream? Isn’t that what it’s called? Anyways, the painting of the guy that’s screaming. He holds his hands near his mouth in shock. For the time being until you can break that habit of smiling on those ie and ee words try doing this and see if it helps. 

If you have anymore questions feel free to ask! This is pretty much what I’ve learned from 10 years of singing lessons. 

Once again, I apologize that this post is really long. Thank you for asking! I love talking about singing in general! 

The Last One | 12

Reader x Yoongi
Summary
: BigHit Entertainment was supposed to be the start of your producing career, and when Bang Si-Hyuk assigns you to work with the popular group BTS, things don’t go according to plan because of the hot-headed, perfectionist: Min Yoongi.
Rating (Overall): PG-13
Status: On-Going

Prologue | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07| 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12

Originally posted by chunghakim

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Yoongi’s POV

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, Yoongi.”

I closed my door and stood there for awhile, letting everything sink in before making my way to my seat. I took a deep breath and began to think. For some weird reason, I wanted to show Y/N my studio. She looked like she could use a distraction from the look on her face; which I recognized anywhere since majority of the producers had it. Plus, I think she would’ve really liked it. But of course, who wouldn’t like my Genius Lab? I mean that’s the main reason–just to show off, not because I wanted her to be near me. Rubbing the nap of my neck, I brushed off the thought of her and began flipping through Netflix, hoping to find something interesting. Nothing good. I’ve been watching Netflix too much these past weeks, I’ve practically seen everything. Maybe it was me who needed the distraction, not Y/N. Deciding to just pack up and go home, I stretched out my arm and stood up. 1:47AM. I definitely needed to go since there was recording tomorrow. Also, I haven’t been able to rest since this morning, it was schedule after schedule, and I really needed to sleep.

Standing up from my chair, I began collecting and putting away my things. There wasn’t much I had anyways, just my lyric book and laptop. I blew out my fresh-linen scented candle and turned off the lights, before closing my door and leaving. Making my way down the hall, I couldn’t help but notice the main studio’s lights on, which only meant Y/N was still working. Approaching closer to the door, I grew curious and peeked my head in a bit. And to no surprise, I was right, Y/N was still working, well at least she looked to be. About to go in, I pushed the door a little further until I felt a hand on my shoulder causing me to jump. Turning around to see who it was, Rin’s face greeted me.

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Dear people with d/Deaf or HoH Friends:

DO NOT COVER YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU ARE TALKING.

There is no way for your friends to understand what you are saying if you cover your damn mouth!! How do you think lip reading works?? If you are at a table eating with someone d/Deaf or HoH, you do not need to cover your mouth if you talk with food in it!! We don’t care! We just want to understand what you are saying.

Sincerely,

The d/Deaf and HoH community

Bath Bombs

Originally posted by 8991hnd

‘I just feel horrible.’ You answered him as you leaned your head against the sofa letting out a huge sigh. It had been a tiring day at work and all you wanted to do was stay in and make yourself comfortable. You swore you could hear the guilt bubbling inside your boyfriend over the phone as he let out a small ‘Uhh’.

‘It’s fine. I’m fine.’ You chuckled at him.

'I’m sorry. I promise I’ll go to your house after I’m done.’

'It’s fine. I don’t think it could get any-’

Hyuk Woo quickly shushed you as you laughed at his paranoid self. 'Don’t jinx yourself baby.’ He scolded as you just nodded your head even if you knew he couldn’t see you. You smiled at how adorable your boyfriend was, slowly massaging your sore feet from all the hours in heels. 'I’ll buy ice cream when I come back home and you can tell me all about your day okay?’ He cooed promising you of a better end to your day than what you’ve been through.

'I’m going to need lots of comfort food.’ You told him as he just laughed.

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Taste// Wen Junhui

Originally posted by minghaon

Pairing: Junhui x reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: anonymous asked:some people don’t like it but can you write an angsty jun smut 😳

Author’s Note: hdjsghkdlxfjbj I CAN’T BELIEVE I WROTE A JUNHUI SMUT. PLS. I’M GOING TO HELL.

it’s not angsty because i’m bad at angst rip but i hope you enjoy!

xoxo Sara

“(Y/N),” Junhui grunted into your ear, gripping your sides roughly as he pressed his lips to your neck.

“Do you feel how worked up you’ve gotten me?” He murmured, pressing his length against your bum, causing you to groan softly.

“Only you can do this to me, baby.”

It had been mere hours ago that you were with your boyfriend and his friends, sitting on the couch, watching movies, having a good time with each other. You hadn’t expected it to turn out like this.

It was just harmless teasing, you thought, when you sat on your boyfriends lap. You pressed kisses to his jawline discreetly, rubbing circles agains his chest and nibbling on his skin.

“Why’d you do it?” Junhui groaned, running his hands over your backside, gripping the soft flesh through the fabric of your leggings.

“Do what..?” You asked softly, playing innocent as he continued to grope your bum.

“You know what you did, love,” he purred into your ear, pulling you from off the wall and turning your around. He kissed you deeply, sliding his tongue into your mouth, the wet muscles fighting for dominance as he shoved you down the hallway,

“Get on the bed,” he murmured into your mouth, pulling his shirt over his head, “Strip for me, jagi.”

You bit your lip as you slid your leggings and shirt off, blinking at him as his eyes scanned your body. He crawled over to you on the bed, pressing his lips against your neck before making his way down to the valley of your breasts, kneading the skin through your bra before kissing down your stomach to the outsides of your panties. He pressed his lips to your aching core through the thin fabric before pulling it off with his teeth, pressing his lips to your inner thighs.

“Ah, who made you this wet, Jagi?” he murmured, running his finger along your folds, teasing your hole with the tip.

“Mh, you did Junhui…” you moaned, arching your back off the bed as he pressed his lips to your clit, sliding a finger into you and curling it upwards.

You moaned loudly as he thrusted his finger into you, sucking softly on your clit in time with his fingers movements, making you reach for his hair. He slid yet another finger into your throbbing center, picking up his pace as he hummed against your clit, the vibrations making you see stars.

“Does that feel good, Jagi?” he looked at you softly, running his fingers along your walls as he continued to lick your clit.

“Fuck, yes Junhui, please…”

“Please what?” he asked softly ceasing all of his movements just as you fell the tight knot in your tummy.

“I’m gonna cum, Junhui,” you groaned softly.

“You want me to continue baby?” he murmured, wiggling his fingers softly, thrusting them in agonizingly slow.

“Yes, yes please,” You moaned loudly.

He nodded softly, continuing to to thrust his fingers into you as he laid his tongue flat against your clit, gently drawing circled against it, the simple movements causing you to release.

He continued to let you ride out your orgasm, pulling out his fingers and sucking off your juices, smirking softly as he did so.

“You taste so good, baby.”

anonymous asked:

Okay I don't exactly know how to intro into this, I'm just a dying artist... HOW DO LIPS WORK? HOW? Thank you very much for your time, I am so frustrated they ruin my faces teach me your ways oh wise wise soul

i’m by no means an expert but i hope some of this helps!

Supercat Week: Day Five

Supercat Week: Day Five – Soulmate AU.

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Carter Grant’s Great Plan,

or, a supercat soulmate au in which Carter tries and sort-of-not-really-but-does fail to meddle.

Okay, so Carter had seen his mother’s soulmark. He wasn’t supposed to have seen it, obviously – soulmarks were private, up until the point they were actually said. The fact that he had seen it, of course, was a secret that everyone knew. A lot of children had seen their parents’ soulmarks, and it was kind of a secret, unsaid tradition that your children knew your soulmark.

But Cat Grant was notorious for not showing her soulmark, even in private – she’d talked about it once, on her show, and it invited many views. These days, celebrities’ soulmarks were well-known, the paparazzi getting paid a lot of money for good mark-shots. Carter’s mark had been photographed before, to his misfortune, but his was in a very easily-seen place, the black ivy and dark grey aster that would eventually fill with colour tracing around the left of his face, over his eyebrow. It was another reason for his dad to ignore him.

Every mark meant something. His mark being flowers just made it easier to discern. His dad’s mark was a flower too – an orange lily. Hatred.

His mother’s mark was on her stomach, just above her belly-button. It seemed that flowers were a thing on both sides of his family, because hers was a strange mix of symbols, twirling in a spiral of azalea petals in such a beautiful, realistic way that if it hadn’t been tattooed to his mother’s skin, he would have thought it real. He’d been fascinated with it for a long time, but his mother never let him see it again. Sometimes, he tried to remember what the symbols were like – he’d draw them idly on his skin when he was bored.

Like now.

“So do you, uh, want some juice, or something?” Kara questioned him awkwardly. Carter looked at the girl. She was trying, he could tell, but she wasn’t used to looking after kids, and obviously nervous.

“No, I’m good.” He went back to writing on his arm, only to jerk as Kara knocked over something on her desk. He looked up, staring, expecting her to curse, or something, tidy up maybe – but she had her eyes locked on his arm, on the writing. He glanced at it. “Can you read it?”

“How…that’s my name, nearly.” She looked confused. Carter blinked.

“Your name?” He peered at the symbols – so it was a language after all. “So it says Kara Danvers?”

“No, it’s a really badly spelled version of my real name.” Kara reached over, taking his wrist gently and staring at the symbols like they were the Holy Grail. “I haven’t- I haven’t seen my name written down like this in…a long time.”

Carter frowned at her. “Aren’t you American?” She paused, then shook her head, letting go of his arm. “What are you then?”

“Something else. I was adopted, after the last of my people died. Well, after nearly all my people died. I was separated from them.”

Carter twisted in his seat, “Were you from a tribe or something?” Kara’s lip quirked.

“No, not a tribe. More like a supremely advanced civilisation in hiding. Here.” She grabbed a notepad from her desk, and a pen, then – with an ease Carter had never seen before – she wrote out the symbols that were tattooed on his mother’s skin.

And that was when it clicked.

“Oh my god, you’re her.” Carter stared. “But you’ve already met!” Kara looked at him with a frown.

“What?”

Carter moved his hands back and forth, trying not to attract too much attention from anyone surrounding them while he had his revelation, while also trying to explain to Kara without explaining that his mother had her name.

“Carter, you’re acting weird.”

“Where- where I saw this,” he put his hand on the notepad, eyes wide. “It’s important what I saw this on.” Everything about this was weird and strange – Kara was like, not even thirty! His mother was fifty, or fifty-one – he wasn’t quite sure, as they didn’t celebrate her birthday – and twenty years? Really? Carter had never seen a soulmate gap so big before. Five years, ten, even but twenty?

“Where did you see my name before, Carter?” Her eyes were wide behind her glasses, before they suddenly became disturbed. “Do- do you have that name?” It took a second to translate, before Carter shook his head sharply. Kara slumped in her seat, looking relieved.

“Good. That- if you had my name I’d never forgive myself.”

Things aren’t making sense. Carter pursed his lips. “Kara, how do soulmate marks work? For your people?” Kara looked at him with fearful eyes. “I won’t tell, I promise.” The way she talked about it – her people had to have different soulmarks.

It was the only idea he could think of, sue him.

Kara looked nervous. She fiddled with her glasses, before clasping her hands together.

“My, uh…my people, our soulmarks are names, that don’t come until we’ve, uh, made something for ourselves – found our place in society.”

Carter looked at her, appalled. “But that could take forever.”

Kara looked strained, “On my- in my civilisation, we were given a place, and usually soon after, our marks came in. On Earth- in National City, I mean, uh, in National City it’s harder, obviously, but I’ll get there – I’ll get my mark.”

“And what will it be like? Will it be a name? A picture?”

Kara flushed, “In my people’s society, it was a name, but…if they weren’t from our civilisation, it was a name, like in our culture, and something from there’s, so…a picture and a name, probably, unless they’re dead.” She looked sad, at that, and in pain. Carter looked down, remembering what she said before. After nearly all my people died. She probably felt so lonely – and to have not used her language in years must have been terrible.

“How long did it take you to learn English?”

“A few days – I already had the basics down. It was more the cultural and social aspects that confused me,” Kara explained. Carter nodded, thinking more on that.

“Teach me how to write in your language?”

Kara blinked, “You- you want to learn?”

“Yeah. And apparently-” Carter grinned “-I’ve been writing your name wrong. What’s your name then, anyway, if it’s not Kara Danvers?”

Kara smiled.

“Kara Zor-El.”

-

“The end of Working Girl always makes me cry.”

Cat smiled, “Me too.” She was going to leave, happy in leaving her former-assistant to herself – only for her eyes to stray to the girl’s cheek, where her skin was shimmering and colouring. “Kara – what’s that?” She frowned, stepping forwards quickly, reaching up to take her chin softly, pushing her cheek sideways to watch as a golden bouquet of daffodil started drawing itself on her face in a long line, curving from her forehead to her chin.

“Kara, why is-” she stopped, watching in fascination as Catherine Grant wrote itself onto her skin in tiny, black italic, edging the petal of the centre daffodil – small enough that from a distance it would look like a shadow. Dear God above.

“Ms Grant?”

“I think you should call me Cat,” the CEO muttered, before feeling an amazing warmth in her stomach, tracing her soulmark like a fine-haired paintbrush. Swallowing, she let go of her chin, stepping back and smiling tightly. “Get settled into your office.”

And then she did the cowardly thing and ran off.

-

Visiting Winn and James half an hour later, Kara was grinning as they stared at her in shock.

“I got promoted!” Neither of them reacted the way she thought they would. “Well? Isn’t that good?”

“Kara, look at your face,” Winn said in a serious tone. Kara frowned, before hearing a whisper that surprised her.

Since when did Kara have a soulmark on her face?

“A what?” She murmured, before looking in the glass of James’ office-wall, eyes blowing wide as she saw the faint reflection of her face. “Rao…it came in.” And there was a name on it.

“People are going to notice, Kara – they’ll think you’re a cradle-robber,” James warned. Kara blinked. Cradle-robber. Alex had called her that once, when she said her mark would come in once she got a proper job. “And what about Supergirl?”

“Uh…” oh that was problematic. And then, just to add to that, she heard a scream. “I’ve got to go.” The glass wasn’t good enough for her to see the name just yet, but she was meeting Carter at the library in a few hours for lessons in Kryptonese – he could tell her.

“Kara-” Winn started.

“I’ll put some foundation on,” she muttered to him, before speed-walking away, covertly grabbing Cynthia’s pale foundation as she did. I’ll get her a new bottle.

-

Supergirl saved a woman from being murdered by her boyfriend, put together two IKEA units – word had apparently gotten around – entertained a gaggle of girl-scouts whose leader had gone to the bathroom, put out a house-fire and stopped a man from committing suicide. And then Kara Danvers went to St Edmund’s Hall and signed in as a visitor to their library and sat down in wait for Carter, wiping away the remnants of the foundation over her newly-acquired soulmark, the fire earlier causing it to melt a little. Hopefully it wasn’t caught on camera.

“Hey Kara,” greeted Carter as he approached.

“Hey buddy,” Kara smiled at him, smiling only wider as he saw the mark on her face.

“You finally got it! And it’s like mine!” He scrambled to sit down beside her, reaching up to push her hair out of the way, staring at it. “And I was right – you are her soulmate.” Kara’s heart beat faster.

“Her?”

Carter nodded, “Yep. I like the daffodils, by the way – so do you get the colours right in, then?” Kara froze.

“Coloured? It’s coloured? Oh no. I’ve met her already! She’s probably wondering why I didn’t respond.”

Carter frowned, “Wait, were you alone when it came in, do you think?”

“I don’t know – though Ms Grant was acting a little weird after she promoted me- oh, oh. She- she must have seen it come in! Oh my god, how am I going to explain that?”

-

It turned out, she didn’t have to.

“You are a lying liar who lies,” Cat glared as Kara entered her office. “Tell me right now why I shouldn’t print proof that Supergirl has a soulmark identical to Kara Danvers’?” She dropped the pile of photos on the floor. Kara, paralysed, stared at them. “How did you even get a soulmark? I watched it form on your face. It isn’t supposed to do that – people are born with their soulmarks.”

“Not- not my people,” Kara whispered into the deathly silence. “We gain them after we find our place in the world. You- you promoted me. I got it because I found the stable point of my life.”

“What do you want me to do, Kara? I need you to tell me what you are going to do – is Supergirl going to ‘come out’ to the world? Is she going to hide her soulmark so her normal identity stays a secret? Give me direction, Kara, or so help me-”

“I have your name on my soulmark,” Kara blurted out. Cat froze. “I- I read it last night. I hadn’t looked in the mirror till then, and I saw it and I’m sorry and Carter said he saw my name on someone once and I think he meant you but he never told me and I’m just so sorry and-”

“Kara, shut up,” Cat growled, stalking forwards and lifting her silken shirt to show a tight, white band, which she lifted as well, to show Kara’s name, emblazoned over dark pink petals that floated on her stomach in a spiral, as if the wind had lifted them up and painted the picture onto her skin. “I know you have my name, and I’ve been reading over the things Carter’s been bringing home and leaving out for me on purpose. I know this is your name, but not just because he wrote it down – I was there when it came in, and when my mark became coloured.” She tugged the wrap and shirt down, pursing her lips together. “People are going to think you hid your mark because otherwise me promoting you would seem like favouritism. If you want to keep working for CatCo after this, you’ll need to fill it in.”

“You mean, c-cover it?” Kara said, startled by Cat’s honesty.

“Yes.”

A tense silence filled the air, before Cat spoke again, shaking her head.

“Carter knew the entire time. No wonder he kept asking to see you again, for me to give you a promotion, to get you out from under my thumb into your own department…”

“Uh, Ms Grant?”

“Cat.”

“Cat…” Kara fiddled with her glasses. “Would it be inappropriate to ask you out at some point?”

“Very. But go ahead.”

Kara blinked. “Really?”

Cat rolled her eyes. “Let me give you an incentive, Keira.” Then, she stepped forwards, taking Kara’s face in her hands and leaning up on her tiptoes, pressing a kiss to her lips, before whispering lowly, “Ask me out at some point, Kara, and while I have this chance, tell Carter something for me?”

“What?” Kara whispered, staring into Cat’s very beautiful eyes. Cat gave a smirk worthy of her name.

“Tell him to stop meddling in my love-life – I can get my own soulmate.”

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number 11 of the ship thing for snowbaz

11. things you said when you were drunk

“aw c’mon Baz, just let me lick your cheek m’kay”

“it won’t hurt”

“I promise”

“your hair is just too pretty I need to kiss it”

“no don’t go away”

“Simon, it’s five am.”

“Mr. Tyrannus Basilton Grimm Pitch I don’t fucking care what time it is, I need to kiss your ear.”

“Simon, you’re drunk.”

“Just a little, I mean”

“You tried to flirt with the manager’s golden retriever.”

“he was giving me a look”

“a mysterious sinister look.”

“Crowley, Snow.”

“Bazzzzzz he had the most gorgeous gray eyes”

“he even tried to bite me”

“This is starting to sound oddly familiar.”

“Baz come over and dance!”

“like really, they keep playing the same song but it’s amazing”

“c’mon there’s a disco ball”

“a disco ball, Baz!”

“you can’t resist the power of the insidious disco ball”

“Go to bed, Snow.”

“but I’m not tired”

“just one second, give me five minutes”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

“of course it doesn’t”

“it was supposed to”

“do you know what I mean?”

“Come on, Simon let’s go home.”

(the music’s too loud and I want you to myself)

“are you coming?”

“Of course, I have to drive.”

“is Penny coming?”

“You’ll see her tomorrow. She’s gone to bed.”

“but are you coming?”

“you are coming, right?”

“hold my hand Baz”

“we have to cross the street so hold my hand”

“the cars are mean this time of night.”

“It’s morning.”

“I do not fucking care, hold my hand.”

“are you sleeping with me?”

“I can’t sleep”

“why do you get all the pillow, you monster”

“Baz, I’m not tired”

“Baz are you there”

“I’m always here, love, go to bed.”

“but I can’t”

“the sun’s awake, you’re awake”

“But I’m not drunk. Trust me, you’re going to regret this later today.”

“regret what”

“hold my hand baz”

“you’re elbowing me in the ass”

“i’m taking all the sheets”

“you don’t deserve any sheets mister”

“you’ve lost all of your sheets”

“Go to sleep, Snow.”

“how is your lip so soft”

“stop breathing it’s distracting”

“do you actually work out”

“I actually don’t think this is pure silk fabric, do you”

“the people at the store lied”

“liars”

“promise me we’ll never go back there again”

“Okay.”

“Promise me Baz!”

“We’ll never go back to that clothing store ever again, Simon Snow, I promise.”

“good.”



“Simon?”

“Are you awake?”




“I thought so.”


his hair is buried in the blanket, curls everywhere, and very matted curls at that. his eyes are closed and his mouth is closed too, for once in the past three hours.

his arm is on top of my face, but I don’t dare take it off.

his legs are bumping into mine, but I can’t complain.

he smells like sweat, and alcohol, and morning breath but it’s impossible for me not to smile.

he’s such a mess. but I love it.

having a drunk Simon Snow might not be a gropefest, but it sure is damn hilarious.