i sound like their mother

“Can’t this thing go any faster?” Thalia demanded.
Zoe glared at her. “I cannot control traffic.”
“You both sound like my mother,” I said.
“Shut up!” they said in unison.
—  Percy, Thalia and Zoe, Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Titan’s Curse (Ch. 16, Pg. 249)

@ parents 

please don’t tell your kids to shut up when they’re trying to tell you something or if they’re upset. don’t ignore them. don’t invalidate their feelings. talk to them. listen to them. never tell your kid(s) their thoughts and feelings don’t matter.

❤️ OKAY, SIT DOWN AND LISTEN UP YOU NEED TO CHANGE YOUR DIET AND DO IT TODAY. ❤️

• You will have heard this time and time again DRINK WATER. Just do it, it’s so worth it, for your skin for your hair, brain, body. Everything is made better by drinking some water.

• Herbal teas work magic. (Is it not just hot flavoured water). It doesn’t have to be green (although I do highly recommend it as it helps with weight loss and metabolism etc etc)

Here is some other green tea alternatives:

- Mint tea ~ it’s delicious and refreshing. It improves digestion, reduce pain, eliminate inflammation, relaxes the body and mind, can cure bad breath, aids in weight loss and boosts immune system

- White tea ~ contains the same types of antioxidants as green tea. It has many health promoting properties including boosting cardiovascular health, helping to lower cholesterol, reducing the risk of cancer and enhancing weight loss

• FRIUT IS FUCKING AMAZING OMG

If you have a sweet tooth stock up on fruit, I am slowly but surely giving up those sweet treats because I stocked up on so much fruit. It also helps down there like there is no tomorrow.

- Grapefruit - is one of the healthiest citrus fruit. Besides being a good source of vitamins and minerals, it is known for its ability to aid weight loss and reduce insulin resistance. It has also been proved to lower cholesterol and help prevent kidney stones. It may also be useful for weight loss.
I love it for breakfast it’s so freaking refreshing.

- Pineapple - is rich in vitamin C and manganese. Its bromelain content may fight inflammation and reduce the risk of cancer.

- Avocado - I know, I know. It’s ridiculously good for you as it a healthy fat and contains potassium both of which help that big loving heart of yours.

- Blueberries - are rich in a few important nutrients. They have a high antioxidant capacity and immune-enhancing properties, which may protect the body from illness.

- Apples - are very nutritious. Their nutrients, antioxidants and fiber may reduce the risk of disease and improve digestion.

- Pomegranate - have wide-ranging health benefits. They are incredibly high in antioxidants and other plant compounds that can help reduce inflammation and prevent disease.

- Mangoes - contain vitamin C and soluble fiber. They also contain plant compounds with antioxidant and anti-inflammatory effects.

- Oranges - contain some important vitamins, minerals and antioxidants. These may reduce the risk of several conditions such as kidney stones and anemia.

Those are my favourites but you can also have

-Strawberries
-Cranberries (that 🐱 will be delicious)
-Lemon (put it in your water)
-Watermelon
-Blackberries
-Bananas
-Grapes
-Guava
-Papaya
-Cherries
-Peaches
-Nectarines

• Vegetables

I know I sound like a mother but EAT YOUR GREENS it’s so good for you.

Kale and Spinach in my opinion taste like shit but they are so good for so get them into your diet through smoothies or pasta sauce idc just eat them.

Now to the good stuff

- Carrots - are the most amazing veg I eat them like a rabbit. Get some carrots whole, they are crazy cheap depending on where you come from, chop them into sticks and snack on them like they are the last food on earth. Carrot soup is also amazing. If you have a spiralizer thingy you could put them in pasta or noodles it’s so good

- Broccoli - tonnes of vitamin C and K and even protein. If you are trying to give up meat for whatever reason eat loads of broccoli as it’s packed with protein.

- SPOUTS - yes sprouts everyone hates them. I grew up loving these green balls of goodness and if you cook them right so they aren’t soggy and have some firmness they are delicious.

- Peas - I love them they are amazing eat them with everything. Packed with iron and folate they are great for women.

- BELL PEPPERS - red green and yellow peppers are amazing. They have so much vitamin C which is amazing for you and your skin. Stuffed bell peppers are amazing, filling and so cheap.

-Green onions
-Okra
-asparagus
-tomatoes
-green beans
-cauliflower
-potatoes
-sweet potatoes

Are also great options.

EAT YOUR VEG

• Cut fat off all your meat it’s just so beneficial

• Stop drinking soda and fizzy drinks. I never drink them but everyone who I know who did and stopped lost so much weight so quickly and it never reappeared.

• Eggs are amazing if it suits you eat then if it doesn’t don’t. Do your research about what you eat

• Stop eating so many sweets and chocolates it’s shit for your body and your skin. But don’t forget to treat yourself.

• LEARN TO COOK YOUR OWN MEALS

• Grill don’t fry your food it earns that it won’t cook in its own fat cause it will drop through the grill rack.

• DO YOUR RESEARCH about what you eat and make your own decisions just make sure they are healthy ones, ensure you live a long and healthy life.

J-HOOOOOOOOOPE

Neil’s clap backs in The Foxhole Court

  • “You’d better,” Neil said. “Put a leash on your pet monster or I will.”
    “A frightened child like you?”
    “Fuck you, cripple.”
    Across the room Kevin’s face went white. “What did you call me?”
    “I called you a deadweight has-been,” Neil said. 
  • Andrew’s smile curved wider. “Ohhh, that sounds like a challenge. Mother may I?”
    “Your mother’s dead. I don’t think she cares what you do.”
  • “Ouch,” Andrew said with a cold smile. “That’s judgmental.”
    “I’m not going to apologize for thinking you’re being idiotic.”
  • “Take a number and get in line with the rest of this team. I won’t lose any sleep over it.”
    “Don’t sleep. I’ll kill you.”
  • It was forever before Andrew answered in German. “That’s unexpected. Did no one tell you I hate surprises?”
    “What makes you think I care?”
  • “I will ask you only once to tone down that animosity.”
    “I can’t,” Neil said. “I have a bit of an attitude problem.”
  • “Palmetto State is a waste of his talents.” “Not as much as Edgar Allen was,” Neil said. Someone in the audience laughed, entertained by Kathy’s mouthy guest. “Your team’s ranked first? Congratulations and big deal. Maintaining a top position is far easier than starting over from the gutters. Kevin is doing that right now. He’s facing entirely new schools and learning to play with his less dominant hand. When he masters it, and he will, he’ll be better than you could ever have made him.
  • Everyone knows the only reason Palmetto qualified for this division is because of your coach.”
    “Funny, I’m pretty sure that’s how Edgar Allen qualified.”
  • Aaron looked at Neil. “When were you going to tell us?”“
    I wasn’t,” Neil said. “After everything I’ve put up with from you this year I figured I didn’t owe you any favors.”

Every now and then I get comments on my posts that are so…I dunno what the word is, but it’s just a trip when it’s a post where I am talking about my time as an erotica editor and my own writing, and the person is like “okay but you should be careful what you write or you could end up with a Reputation” and it’s like sweety, I’m banking on it lmao

K so apparently Cardi B and Offset are engaged and the interweb is in shambles because I can’t get away from it for the life of me. Here yall go again with this “goals” #truelove mess and I’m just very tired.

Look, as a full on advocate for BLACK LOVE I can’t even dream of being against it. I just wish yall wanted more than superficial limelight.

As far as I’m concerned it’s just gas and publicity but who am I to really judge cus I don’t know what goes on behind closed doors. But I do wish them true happiness.

They’ve been dating for what? Two weeks and three days . Minus a day and a half that they “broke up”? Today it’s marriage… and everyone is really out here like I want a love like that……………

Originally posted by vernybvitday

The celebrity couples yall dangerously hype up on here really show it’s 2017 lol idk what else to say… like it’s always interesting to sit back and peep what the majority wants to mimic.

Like… I don’t even know where to start.. because I’m tryna pick my battles wisely.

I remember when Ciara left Future and Futurehive? Made it law to tear her down at every turn.

It was all fun and games to look down on a woman leaving a man who didn’t respect or treat her right … for a man who cherishes her AND fathers her son like he was his own.

What does Offset do for Cardi besides boost her exposure to press and stand there looking like he winning when she makes a joke bout how she’s gunna suck his dick?

Lmao I’m really thinking bout all the things I want to say but I feel like I’m just preaching to the choir honestly.. Im really too young to be feeling this old.

It’s childish.. Even grown women are walking around stunting on claiming this as the relationship they dream of having and I just have to ask.. why?

Actually yea , if you’re going to come for my neck and drown me in your love and hip hop rage , I feel like you should definitely make some points on why this is something you’re looking up to because I am lost.

Maybe I don’t get drunk enough to see a vision to fuck wit… man idk . Maybe I don’t keep enough lean in my cup to think this is wavy. Lmfao lemme stop cus I sound like I’m a grown mother of two with my master’s degree, on my day off.

Im fully here for Cardi’s hip hop princess career tho. She’s definitely an ambassador for started from the bottom now we here and I am so proud of her and all her accomplishments moving up ladders in the music industry.

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I sometimes wish I’d stayed inside


my mother.

Never to come out. 

Leave Her Alone Pt. 2 (Draco x Reader)

Originally posted by roguejulian

Part 2 to Leave Her Alone!  A lot of you wanted a part two so I delivered

I feel like this is trash

And I have not edited this yet so it might actually be trash

F/B: Favorite book

F/C: Favorite color


As Saturday got closer, you became more and more excited.

Draco Malfoy!  You thought.  Asked me out on a date!

You’d maybe been on one or two dates before, and it didn’t end up going anywhere.  You liked Draco.

A lot.

And now you were about to go on a date with him.  You wanted to try and get to know him better, and he wanted to do the same with you.  Whenever you passed him in a corridor, he would grin at you and wave, you responding with a shy smile.  Hey, better than nothing.

When Saturday finally arrived, you stood out on the path to Hogsmeade; wrapped in a F/C coat and your house scarf.m  Snowflakes drizzled down onto your hair as you bounced back and forth on your heels, boots crunching in the snow.  You shivered from the crisp cold and sighed, your breath visible in the air.

You turned around when you heard footsteps coming up from behind you.  There was Draco, clad in black and his Slytherin scarf wrapped around his neck.  “Hello, Y/N,” he said, approaching you.  “Shall we get going?” he held out his arm for you and you linked your arm in his.

“We shall,” you replied in a joking manner.

Draco smiled and you both began walking towards Hogsmeade.  At one point you slipped on a patch of ice, but luckily Draco was there to catch you.

“Th-thanks,” you said, still a bit shocked from nearly crashing onto the ground.

“You’re welcome, love.”

Holy shit did he just call me love?  You thought, heart racing.

You both talked nonsense about Hogwarts and your classes as you made your way to the Three Broomsticks where you each bought a butterbeer and then sat down at a table near the fireplace.

Draco took a sip of his butterbeer.  “So, Y/N.  I always see you carrying around a stack of books that aren’t for school or from the library.  What exactly are there?” he asked, genuinely intrigued.

You raised your eyebrows at this.  “Oh–uh–they’re… they’re books from the muggle world.  I’ve grown rather fond of them, really.  They speak of wizards and magic as if they’re nothing more than a child’s fantasies.”

“What are some of your favorites?”

“Well… F/B. F/B, and F/B I’ve grown attached to.”

“Would you mind letting me borrow some of them one day?”  

That shocked you.  Now, normally you wouldn’t let anyone touch your prized books.  But someone was actually interested in them for once.  And that person just happened to be Draco.  “Uh… sure.  Yes, of course you can.”

He smiled.  “Thanks.”

It was your turn to ask a question.  “So, Draco.  Do you have a favorite musical instrument?”

“The violin, I suppose.  I’ve always liked the elegant sound.”

You nodded.  “My mother used to play the violin when I was a child.  She still does.”

“I’d love to hear her play sometime,” Draco replied.

“And she’d love to meet you sometime,” you said out of nowhere, covering your mouth with your hand as soon as you realized what you had said.

Draco chuckled.  “Don’t worry, Y/N.  I think that was cute.”

You blushed and turned your glance to your feet.  “I’m kind of bad with conversation…”

He gently lay his hand over yours on the table; making you look back up.  “So am I.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” you joked.

He shrugged and laughed.  “I guess.  Aren’t I sweet?”

“Yes, you are.”

“Fantastic.  Should we start heading back to Hogwarts?” He suggested.

 “Probably,” you answered.  You stood up from your seats and made your way to the front door, him holding the door for you.  “Ah, such a gentleman.”

He smirked.  “M’lady,” he said as you stepped out of the Three Broomsticks.

Draco took your gloved hand in his and began walking with you, leaving two pairs of footprints behind.  

As you made your way back to Hogwarts, Draco removed his hand from yours and placed it around your shoulder.  When he did that, you brought up a hand to hold his hand where it was around your shoulder, leaning into him.  

When you got back to Hogwarts, you were about to go back to your house common room, when Draco grabbed your hand.  You turned around.

“I had fun.  Really.  Thank you for coming with me,” Draco said earnestly.

You smiled.  “So did I.”  You then made a bold move, and quickly leaned in to place a quick kiss on Draco’s lips.  He just stood there with a bit of a surprised look.  You blushed immensely.  “I-I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done th–”

Draco cut you off by leaning in again and kissing you.  This time harder, more

Passionate.  Draco wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you even closer to him so that your chests were touching.  You ran your fingers through his hair as his tongue slid over your lip.  Suddenly, Professor McGonagall popped her head out of a tower window.  “No public displays of affection on school grounds!”

You and Draco pulled away and looked up at her, smiling.  McGonagall shook her head and went back into the tower.  You and Draco turned back to each other.

“Care to go somewhere more private?” Draco smirked.

“I’d love to.”

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Don’t Ignore Me

Summary: Shawn’s been ignoring you and you want answers, and you definitely get the answers you need.

Requested: Yes ( Can you please write an imagine where Shawn’s head over hills for you but doesn’t want to tell you because he’s scared to ruin your relationship and scared of falling in love? So he distances himself and acts different until you’re fed up and confronts him which causes an argument and a testy eyed confession? I’m sorry if it’s too much.)

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: none, maybe some language

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Being good friends with Shawn definitely was good, however, sometimes that boy could be so moody. For instance, you could be hanging out at his condo one night with all of your mutual friends, and the next thing you knew, he wouldn’t talk to you for weeks. It was exhausting sometimes honestly.

Today wasn’t any different. You had woken up on the couch in Shawn’s living room after a long night at his place. He had just gotten back from finishing up a tour and had everyone come to his place for a party. You searched his fridge for something to drink when you heard footsteps enter the kitchen. You turned to see who had joined you, “Oh hey Shawn. Good morning. Do you want anything? I was thinking of making a breakfast for everyone in a little bit if that’s okay with you. Last night was a lot of fun by the way. It was good to have everyone back together again, although I have to say, I honestly don’t remember some of it.” A quick chuckle fell from your lips.

“Uh, yeah, I guess. You know where things are at.” He ran his hand through his hair, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and left to go back to his room. Your eyebrows furrowed at his short response. You sighed, knowing that this was going to be a start of his ‘ignoring you’ routine.

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Stay Professional! Pt. 12

Work AU! Fluff, Angst and smut: Jungkook x Reader

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 (Part 13 will be a continuation!)

Summary: You realise that you still have feelings for Jungkook despite his actions. You can’t help but melt and swoon under his charms- but you were still acting stubborn. When will you finally admit that you’re under his spell?

A/N: Honestly had a rough time writing this chapter- had to squeeze out the limited inspo I seemed to have so forgive me if it took long but regardless, enjoy the story! As always, responses would be appreciated! 

The blinding sunlight seeped through the white mesh curtains and you grumbled at the realisation of having to wake up. You turned around so that your back was facing the bright light and cuddled your blanket closer to your chest. You didn’t want to wake up to another day. You didn’t want to face your current problems of… Jungkook

Your eyes shot open and you sat up immediately, reminded of last night’s affectionate cuddles you knew you shouldn’t have enjoyed so much. You looked over your shoulder and to your surprise, he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, your eyes rested on the sight of neatly folded blankets on the floor mattress he supposedly ‘slept’ on last night. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you rubbed your eyes to wake yourself up. 

You carelessly threw on a bathrobe for extra warmth during the chilly morning and shuffled towards the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. 

“Thank you for letting me stay the night. I can’t thank you enough for giving me a chance to express my apologies.” You stopped your shuffled footsteps and shifted your ear closer to the doorframe. It was childish to eavesdrop, but you physically couldn’t stop yourself from doing so. 

“It’s fine dear. I just hope I made the right choice.” Your mother’s quiet giggle sounded mute as you were listening through the door that connected the hallway to the kitchen. 

“I guarantee you that you did. I will take care of Y/N no matter what. I can give you my word, ma’am. I know that to you that might not sound convincing because I know I’ve made some pretty dumb and selfish decisions but… would you allow me to be selfish once more and let me love Y/N?” Jungkook’s soft morning voice sent chills down your spine. Was it the way that his voice sounded so irresistibly sultry in the mornings? Or his sweet words that had you practically melting by the doorframe. 

“I’ll do it right this time.” Jungkook chuckled and you couldn’t help but smile at the sweet sound. 

“Jungkook dear, I don’t know much about you at all. And for a fact, I can’t make any reliable judgements about you from just what she’s told me and from what I’ve seen from you. But I have a good feeling that what you’re proposing to me is sincere. I’m deciding to trust my instincts so please don’t let me down. Don’t let her down.” 

“You have my word, ma’am.” 



“Good morning.” You walked in on their quite intimate conversation about you with a straight face, although you were full of glee inside from Jungkook’s charming words. 

“Morning” Jungkook smiled radiantly as his small dimple made an appearance. You had to pretend as though he didn’t just give you a small heart attack from that unexpected cuteness so early in the morning so you managed to maintain that straight face, just barely

“What’s for breakfast?” You rummaged through the shelves in search of a cup and your mother immediately got up from her seat. 

“Oh I haven’t thought about that yet. What would you like?” She asked and you replied a little late from drinking water. 

“Anything, mum. Is there anything you want to eat, Jungkook?” You casually murmured as you put the cup in the sink and Jungkook’s eyes lit up at your sudden acknowledgment of his existence. He looked a little taken aback but you could tell that he could hardly contain his glee. 

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Don’t be fooled by Paramount public relations and early reviews. This movie is a self-indulgent mess. The high-brow critics are enamored by the director and overlook gaping plot holes and a truly unnecessarily heinous last act.

Italian critics give this movie 1.94 stars out of 5 and the audience that is made up of cinema stans only give it 2.5 stars.

This isn’t a thrilling, winning ride. It’s gross and violent and only serves to stroke the ego of a narcissist.

Memento Mori: Letterman Jacket

Jeff x Reader

Reader reminisce on the past as she deals with the present.

Warning: Angst, I guess? Nothing really.

Characters Mentioned: Alex Standall, Jessica Davis, Hannah Baker, Sheri Holland, Clay Jensen, Montgomery de la Cruz and Bryce Walker 

Words: 3180

A/N: This ended up longer than it should be. Set in both the past and present. There are notes and lines, I hope it’s not confusing. Sorry for the mistakes and the lame summary.

You look down at the flask in your hand, a pinkish coloration appears with every drop but rapidly dissipates the moment you swirl it. Slowly, your mind wanders thinking of all the different scenarios that could transpire in your upcoming date with Jeff. It was going to be your first with him, he had asked you out when you went to meet him and Clay at the library for your usual study sessions. And as fate would have, it just so happens that Clay suddenly had an errand to do leaving you and Jeff alone. You were soon brought back to your task when your lab partner shook your arm.

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Dance With The Devil.

I haven’t seen the end to myself either

But if there’s such a thing, wouldn’t it be you?

Originally posted by jamwithbutter

[song inspiration: BTS - Dimple]

info: angel!park jimin x demon!oc 
genre: angst, smut, supernatural!au
word count: 4k


“What is with you and always showing up just when I’m about to do something fun?” 

“You being a demon now doesn’t eliminate my job as your guardian angel, Demitrius.” the angel said calmly as I watched my victim run away down the alley, making me let out a groan of annoyance.

“You’d think it would.”

“Well, it does not. I’m your guardian angel until it’s utterly impossible for me not to be.” he pointed out, shoving his hands into the pockets of his black slacks casually.

“Some guardian angel you are, considering I’m a goddamn demon now.” I spat, shoving his shoulder as I stormed past him. He caught my wrist, spinning me around to face him, a serious look on his angelic face.

“You’re a demon because you sold your soul to save your sister’s, Demitrius. Though idiotic, a selfless act on your part. Making you into a servant of Hell was the only way they could stop me from regaining your soul back. Which, I still intend to do, somehow.” I snatched my hand away from him, anger I normally wouldn’t have felt coursing through my veins.

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Cold, Sweetheart?

Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman

Dean X Reader

 You held your flashlight out, lighting the way for both you and Dean. “See anything?” You asked trying to keep the flashlight steady, but your hands kept shaking.

       “Still nothing.” Dean sighed keeping his gun held out in front of him.

      “You think they would have shown up by now, these damn things like to be theatrical.” You groaned.

       “They sure do.” Dean stopped in his tracks. You watched as he moved his head side to side trying to get a better look at whatever was in front of him. “Hey, you mind holding the light steady.” He said finally picking up on your shaking hands.You wished you could stop the shaking but by this point your whole body was. Your teeth we chattering, you body shuddered and you just wanted to wrap your hands around yourself to try to hold in what little warmth your body had left.

      “I c..c..can’t.” You said whilst your jaw shook uncontrollably. Dean turned to face you, curious as to what made your words come out in such a jumbled mess. A grin spread across his face as he saw you shaking. “You think this is f…f..funny?” You said annoyed, “It’s damn freezing in this cave.” Your voice echoed causing Dean to let out a slight chuckle.

       “Aww, are you cold sweetheart?” He laughed as he shrugged off his blue thick jacket. He tossed the still warm material into your hands and you quickly threw your arms into the jacket, yearning for the warmth it offered.

      “Thanks.” You said coldly. Dean wasn’t done teasing you and you knew it.

     “I told you to bring another jacket.” He said sounding almost like a Mother scolding her daughter. “no one ever listens to me though.” He said continuing to walk forward. “You know you are more like Sam than I care to admit. I tell Sam to dress warm and what, he comes out in a t-shirt and shorts. I tell you to dress warm and you wear a tank top with a fuzzy cardigan thrown over it.” you rolled your eyes as he went on his “Mom rant”.

      “Are you done?” You questioned.

      “Not yet.” He held up a finger and kept on talking. “ you know the least you two could do is listen to me when I tell you something. I wasn’t born yesterday, I know when it’s going to be cold.” He seemed to be done so you took this as your chance to tease him.

      “I just love how fast you go from badass hunter to pissed off soccer mom.” You laughed and brought your mouth close to his ear. “I think it’s kind of hot.” You whispered. He groaned and turned to face you.

      “Shut up.” He said gripping the bottom of his jacket that was now on our body.

      “You gonna make me, mom?” You teased jabbing a finger into his chest.

     “Shut up, or ill take my jacket back.” He growled, his voice echoing through the cave.

      “Jeez, mom, no need to be so hateful.” You smiled and pushed your way past him before he could do anything.

       “Y/N I swear!” He yelled chasing after you.

Lunae Lumen

Originally posted by the-wolf-and-moon

A/N: SO I JUST REALLYREALLLY LOVE THE NIGHT SKY AND I ALSO REALLY REALLY LOVE PETER PARKER AND THAT’S WHY THIS IS HAPPENING. ALSO, SHOULD I CONTINUE??? 

Originally posted by spderman

Summary: During a field trip to Nashville, [Y/n] gets trapped in an elevator and things go awry. 


The astronomy club had their eyes on this meteor shower for months. The field trip was planned ages in advanced and offered ten spots. Since you are the most enthusiastic star lover in Midtown’s Astronomy Club-which is saying something since it’s comprised of mostly star lovers- you grabbed the first slot with urgent excitement. And with a bit of persuasion, Peter got the second.

‘Persuasion’ sounds better than what actually happened-you putting his name down without even consulting him. Either way, he eventually agreed to keep his name up and you’re glad because if he hadn’t, then he wouldn’t be at your side now.

The late April air is warm and humid in Nashville, but it doesn’t stop any students from exploring.

Your friend’s hand is swinging close by yours, though never touching, while you each breathe in the sights. On every corner is a street preformer of some kind, and Ned insists that you four stop to watch every one. Michelle tries to act unexcited but in reality she is enjoying herself.

You can tell because she doesn’t have a book or her headphones in.

“How much longer do we have?” Ned asks.

Peter looks at his watch. “Fifteen minutes. We are supposed to meet up with the others at the hotel.”

“Maybe we should turn around then,” you suggest. “I don’t want to be late for the slideshow.”

Michelle rolls her eyes. “You know everything in that slideshow. I’m not entirely certain you didn’t put it together.”

You smile at her mysteriously. 

“Or we can ditch and go to that yummy looking sushi bar,” Ned points excitedly across the street. Peter pushes his friend’s arm down. “I’m not getting in trouble for ditching a field trip again.”

Michelle snickers at your side.

“Don’t be mean,” you chastise but your smile is contradictory.

“Sorry, I’m just recalling how hilarious Peter’s angry face was during all his detentions,” Michelle smiled, shoving her hands into her jean pockets. “I have the pictures.”

“You mean the creepy drawings,” Peter interjected.

“My drawings are not creepy,” Michelle told him, locking her eyes onto Peter’s. “If they are then it’s because you’re the muse.”

“Hey!”

“I’m being serious. You look like you’re 12 and sound like you’re a chipmunk on crack,” Michelle said while you and Ned bit back laughs.

Peter frowned at Michelle with a furious intensity though not enough to be deemed a glare. “What does my voice have to do with it? You can’t hear a voice in a drawing. Hey, Michelle, answer me!”

You and MJ had already begun to walk away, and Ned pulled Peter behind him like a mother and her child.

“I don’t sound like a chipmunk,” Peter mumbles every now and then. “Do I, [Y/n]?”

You side eye him while walking into the foyer of the hotel your classmates are staying at. “No, of course not,” you assure him.

“Thank y-” he began.

“Yeah, you sound more like a pony.”

Peter pouts at you and you laugh, standing on your toes and patting the top of his head. “Whatever, whatever, let’s just go,” he sighed. You laugh and push him towards the elevator.

The gilded doors open up and you begin to walk in after your friends when a lady in a wheel chair wheels behind you.

There isn’t enough space for you and her, so you step aside and let her in.

“I’ll meet you guys up there. Tell them not to start the slideshow without me if I’m late!” you say. Your friends nod in confirmation.

The lady thanked you profusely over and over until the doors close.

You wait a few more minutes for the lift to take you up. When it arrives, you’re in there alone.

The hotel itself has twenty some floors and the meteor presentation is happening at the very top.

You lean against the railing and take a deep breath. The warm glow of the sun filters through the glass wall at your side; it allows you to look out at the bustling city and to the sky.

Ever since you were a small child, you loved the sky. The blueness of the day and especially the darkness of the night. It’s why you’re so excited for this meteor shower.

The stars and the moon felt like your closest companions in some weird way. In a different way than Ned or Michelle. And a different way than Peter.

For a long time now you’ve felt more than just friend feelings for Peter but there was a silent agreement with yourself that you’d never do anything about it. You know that you can’t unless you’re willing to lose someone and you know that you’re definitely not.

But the moon, the sun, the stars; you love them in a way you can’t love family, friends, or Peter. It’s hard to explain so usually you don’t. If you even tried then someone would surely make fun of you for being so ‘weird’ about it.

Weird. Are you weird? You ask yourself that question often. Of everyone you’ve ever known, you haven’t met someone who feels of the sky the way you do. Sure, there are sky enthusiasts but-

The floor beneath you lurches. There’s a sickening thud and then a squeak and then nothing.

The elevator has stopped.

Panic chokes your heart for a second but there is still the sun’s glow on your right cheek. You take a calming, deep breath. Obviously the elevator’s broken down. No reason to be so scared of that, right?

Red lights are flickering now. The power must be out. Twitching numbers on the floor display don’t help you figure which floors you’re trapped between.

You don’t notice that you’re gripping onto the hand railing while peering out the window with hopes of deducing the floor number.

All you know now is that you’re high up and you’re alone.

One step forward and you press the emergency button. There isn’t any sound and the buttons are glowing with little light bulbs. No way to know if it works.

And the red emergency light is getting brighter and brighter.

No. Outside is getting darker and darker.

“…What?” Your voice is the only sound. This shaking realization draws your attention to the city out below. No lights. No cars moving, no lively hum that all busy cities have.

City Wide Outage blares in your thoughts so loudly that you’re not entirely certain you hadn’t said it out loud. You dig into your back pocket for your phone. The screen does not come on despite your charge having been on 80% half an hour ago.

Apocalypse is then entertained by your thoughts. It makes you laugh to yourself because that’s utterly not possible.

Right?

And just what time is it? You know certainly it’s not late enough for the sun to have set.

Your fingertips graze over your cheek. You can still feel the leftover heat. The sun hadn’t set.

It disappeared.

Your phone has slipped out of your hand now. You are staring out the window, looking for something to ease your mind.

Suns don’t disappear. Thick clouds are glazing over the sky and you cup your hands around the glass to adjust your view.

Rippling clouds part away and a blasting white light shines into the elevator. It’s blinding and the emergency light as burst away. The glass of the lightbulb rains against your skin. You shield your face with your hands, wincing as the small pinpricks sheer the topmost layer of your skin.

This light is not warm at all. It’s almost cold. And shadows dance on the floor, like small crescent moons, covering your arms and legs and the walls. Though as cold as this light is, it’s refreshing.

Being engulfed in it feels like diving into a pool of soothingly cold water on a hot day. Like that first lick of ice cream at the beach. Like swallowing small cubes of ice and feeling them trickle down your body.

Every bit of you wants to breathe the light in, swallow it up, lock it in your heart and never let it go.

You stand there for feels like hours but has to have been seconds, unmoving and dazed. You put your palm against the glass, as if to be as close as possible, when the sunlight began to leak into the elevator.

The glass cracks as though rocks are being thrown at it, lines as intricate as veins creeping all across the window.

Nausea wells up in your belly as the light as pale as the moon itself shrunk away.

No! a part of you cries-no, screams, begs, wishes so loudly that Thor in Asgard might have heard it. You want that light back. That blinding, beautiful light. Being wrapped up in it felt the way you imagined kissing Peter would. Cool and comforting at the same time. Beautiful.

God, is is so beautiful.

And now it is gone.

You saw where the sun had been, mixed up behind a huge orb and pulled away. Rays of light slowly pull themselves from beyond the orb and against the window. Through the window, onto you, like they were taunting your loss.

Each bead of sun made the glass window crack.

You step back, your heel digging into your phone which omits a small but urgent snap noise. The joints of your legs creak as if they hadn’t moved in ages. You stumble back and raise your arms over your face to block out the harsh sunlight which makes the backs of your eyes ache terribly.

And suddenly the glass had blown out towards you. There was a screaming sound.

Maybe you’re the one screaming. Maybe it’s the elevator giving in. Maybe you are falling, down, down, down to the bottom of the hotel.

Maybe you will never feel that pale light again.




The hinting drawls of consciousness feels the way a hangover probably would. Your head hurts bad and your eyes feel sticky. When you finally open them, you see chaos above you. 

You’re laying on the ground surrounded by unfamiliar people in paramedic uniforms, lights and sirens ringing in the air along with the loud mix of voices.

“They’re awake!” a paramedic called over to someone.

“Oh, my God! Thank God! [Y/n]!”

You struggled to push yourself up and when you did, blood rushed over your body. You squeezed your eyes shut and shook away the headache.

You immediately remember everything. The elevator. The light. The sun and the moon, the glass-

“[Y/n! [Y/n]!” Suddenly all you can hear was your name, frantically being shouted by different voices, some familiar, others not so much. The person at your side, helping you to your feet, unfortunately isn’t Peter. Your teacher, the astronomy club’s sponsor, looks tired and relieved-

And injured.

Blood trickled down the side of her face, sticking to her hair. She touched it then shook a hand. “It’s nothing,” she assured. “Sit down, sit down.” You were ushered to an ambulance and crowded by so many faces you just didn’t know. They asked questions that you did your best to answer. No one believed you when you told them the sunlight broke the glass. Why would they?

It had occurred to you only right then just how insane that entire moment had been.

“Mrs. Laurens?” you ask softly.

She has been at your side this whole time, telling you it would be all right, wrapping shock blanket after shock blanket over your shivering shoulders.

“Yes, dear?” she replies in an all too soothing voice.

“What happened, exactly?”

In a shaky voice, she explained that the city experienced a power outage around the same time the moon passed over the sun. A solar eclipse, one that had happened without any explanation. These things are usually charted, tracked, and mapped out on places like NASA’s website.

And yet no one had expected this one.

Perhaps the power outage happened because of panic. Maybe it was a coincidence.

You nod, continuing even after she had stopped talking. Her pursed lips conveyed worry.

She probably thinks you’re crazy. Or at least in some type of shock. The paramedics had given you a watered down version of her expression now, unbelieving and worried.

She excused herself to speak with the other students and assure them that you’re safe.

You rub the inner corners of your eyes, recalling the memory over and over again. It had happened. You know it did. How could it not have?

Everything about that had been so terrifyingly real and vivid. You brush your fingers over your chin. Even now you could feel the cold light on you.

Yearning for the light welled up in your throat, thickening your words when you tried to say hello to Peter, who rushed over the minute he had been allowed to.

He must have mistaken the choke up for fear because he slowly enveloped his arms around you.

“Where is everyone? Is everyone else alright?” you ask after the long embrace ended. “We are waiting around a fire truck over there.” You see it the first time he points it out.

“[Y/n]…I’m so…I’m so happy and relieved that you’re not hurt.” Now Peter is the one choking up with fear. “Someone almost died tonight. Someone in a different elevator but when I heard my first thought was of you. And I just kept on picturing you trapped in this fire, hurt and scared. But when we all heard that you were safe I swear I just…” He trailed off. You could see him focusing his eyes on blinking lights in the distance, attempting to keep his tears at bay.

You fold your hand in his. “I am okay. Are you?”

“We weren’t hurt. Well, aside from Mrs. Laurens. She tripped and hurt the side of her head. She got checked out already.”

So that’s why she had blood on her face.

“What kind of eclipse knocks out the power?” you ask, sharply swerving to a new subject.

Peter looks at you like he’s surprised you even knew about the eclipse. “I don’t know. It came out of nowhere.”

“So much for the meteor shower show,” you sigh, popping your lips.

“[Y/n], are you sure you’re alright?” Peter asks. He looks just as worried as he sounds. “Yes,” you told him firmly. “I have to tell you something. I think something went on up there.”

He asks, “Up where? In the elevator?”

You nod quickly.

“Mrs. Laurens already told us…she says you think the sunlight shattered the window.”

From the look on his face, he doesn’t believe it.

You drew yourself away from Peter and he reached out for you. “It’s not that I don’t believe you. But this is all really, really fresh. Everyone will want to hear your story once you’re feeling better.”

“I feel fine now,” you say urgently.

“That’s the shock talking,” Peter points out.

“I’m not in shock!” you argue. Peter tugs the corners of your blanket. “Yes you are, hence the blanket.”

“But I’m alright!” 

You honestly are. Your headache faded away while you sat in the ambulance. Aside from the tiring night of being poked and prodded by paramedics, you feel normal. 

Well. Physically normal. 

Mentally, emotionally, not so much. You’re confused. And the loss of the light feels like losing a piece of your heart. 

The night ended with the conclusion you had fallen against the window, broke it, then passed out. You suppose it makes enough sense. 

And you’re phone is majorly broken from when you had stepped on it. 

Just your luck. 

You were cleared by the paramedics to sleep without any supervision. Michelle is your roommate, thank goodness. She is the only one who believed you when you said you were alright. 

Everyone else had to have countless assurances. You made about a dozen phone calls to your family in New York. 

Unfortunately, this fiasco meant the field trip would be cut short. Tomorrow you’ll all be driving back home first thing in the morning. The hotel had been cleared and deemed safe to reside in by officials so everyone shuffled in hours later, half asleep. 

Ned hugged you before excusing himself to call his mom and calm her down. 

Peter just held you for a long time outside your door, whispering good night in your ear, then walking back to his room. 

“You almost died tonight so I’m not going to make a boyfriend comment.”

Michelle was fluffing her pillows when you toed the door closed. 

You sigh. “Technically that’s a boyfriend comment,” you point out, rubbing your eyes. 

She chuckled half heartedly. “I guess so. Are you really okay? I don’t want to wake up and find you dead.”

She isn’t joking, you see, as she turns to you. You hug her tightly. “Michelle. I’m alright. Seriously. See?” You twirl around for emphasis. 

“Okay…” she says warily. “I laid out some of your pajamas in the bathroom while you were making out with your boyfriend.”

You gape at her. “I thought you weren’t going to make a joke about Peter,” you say with narrowed eyes. 

She held up her hands. “You said you’re okay. I’m just trying to normalize the situation. Go shower up and get ready for bed. We can watch Riverdale on my laptop and fall asleep while admiring all the pretty people. Or we can watch videos of meteor showers since I know you’re probably upset we’re missing the viewing.”

You laugh. “I don’t deserve my friends. I’ll be right out.”

The door clicked shut behind you. You took the first deep breath you had taken all night long.

What a crazy ass day, you think. You drift back into your thoughts while unbuttoning your top. You think of the light and how absolutely insane you must be for thinking all that had happened. 

It couldn’t have. 

You know that. 

Sunlight doesn’t destroy glass. 

And you believed that for a solid three seconds because you dropped your shirt to the bathroom floor, you saw in the mirror a glowing orb in the center of your chest. 

You batted it away to feel only your skin. You bit down on your tongue to hold back a shriek as you realized that the orb is your heart. 

Your heart is glowing as white as that light you saw in the elevator.

  • Margarethe I: You know, Sweden and Norway are pretty cute~
  • Denmark: wait, what now??
  • Margarethe I: well, I did lose my son... and since you three are physically children...
  • Denmark: ... I don't like where this is going...
  • Margarethe I: I'm going to make all three of you my cute children and protect you from any potential idiotic monarchs!!
  • Denmark: But Queeeeeen!! I don't want Sweden as my brother! And Norway hardly listens to me!
  • Margarethe I: see? We even sound like a family!!