i'll just let you lie there while i should an amazing cross

anonymous asked:

i have a prompt for chetty: it's an established relationship but they haven't told anyone yet except for veronica who caught them making out behind pop's so they had to come clean. so it's vixens practive and cheryl decides to put betty on top of a pyramid bc she worked her ass off and absolutely deserves it. and it's all good betty is up there and cheryl means to say "you are doing amazing, betty" but what actually comes out is "you are doing amazing, baby". on cue the pyramid crumbles. tyvm <3

i have been working on this on and off since i got it and just thank u for this prompt?? i looked at it, read it and loved it so i hope you like what i put out! thank you again for the prompt!


Cheryl Blossom can point out a few defining moments in her life without any trouble.

When she’s six and realizes that, out of the two of them, most people including their parents would always love her twin more. When she’s eight and her mom tries to hit her only to have Jason take it for her only to come to the conclusion that the only person to love Cheryl is her brother. When she’s eleven and she realizes that a sharp tongue and cold stares would protect her better than a soft heart and kind thoughts ever could. When’s she’s sixteen and she loses her brother, her protector, and her parents go from awful to deadly. When she’s seventeen and she falls in love with a girl, a Cooper, of all people.

So how a cheerleading practice ends up being tacked on to that list is, honestly, beyond her.

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The Trades We Choose: Touch
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The Trades We Choose. Personal Assistant AU.
Pairing: Hollstein
Rating: Explicit (for language and eventual sexual content)
Word Count:  7250
Summary: In November, Carmilla Karnstein turns 25. In November, she becomes the new chairman of Karnstein Industries. In November, Laura will part ways with her.
After November, she’d never see Carmilla Karnstein again.

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Thank you to both holystein and clonesbians-unite​ for editing this one for me. <3

“Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but fallingin love with you was beyond my control.” – Unknown Artist

Laura’s friends aren’t as annoying as you’d assumedthey’d be. You’d been apprehensive about going to visit them with her, but theonly other option of sitting in her house by yourself wasn’t all too appealing. So, you end up pulling on your boots and shrugging on your coat. You don’t miss the smile that curls onto her lips. And yeah, that kind of makes braving her friends a little more worth it.

It’s an annoyingly long walk over there in the cold and you’re beyond angry at yourself for letting yourself get dragged outside the house. When you think about it, you’re sure you could have somehow convinced Laura to just stay in with you on her couch or something. You’d let yourself get swindled into leaving and you were regretting your weakness more and more with each step.

Laura buzzes up to them and you’re let inside. The woman who answers the door has her mop of curly ginger hair pulled up into a bun with one hair hanging out of place. Her voice reminds you too much of a stereotypical mom type and it makes your stomach sour.

“Hi, Laura.” The woman looks at you and you make no move to introduce yourself as confusion crosses her face. You find yourself paying attention to her body language. The slight shift in her stance and her arms crossing over her chest. It’s amusing watching her slowly start to guard herself around the stranger in her doorway. “Um—I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met before.”

“No, we haven’t. I’m—” You start, but you’re interrupted by a different voice from inside the apartment.

“Is that Carmilla?” You try not to be annoyed at being cut off. And you remain pleasant, for Laura’s sake, as names are exchanged. You learn the one who’d answered the door was Perry, and the person who’d cut you off was Lafontaine. You follow Laura’s example of taking off your boots and coat at the door.

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