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Long Way Home

Dude this one was so fun to write. Hopefully everyone likes reading it as much as I liked writing it! I honestly wouldn’t be opposed to making this into a series, but I don’t know how realistic that would be. (Also AYEEE ROSIE FIGURED OUT HOW TO ADD GIFS)

Request: can you write something where cal is a nerd, and you’re kinda popular?? lots fluff and just have fun with it !! // Anon! Thanks so much for this one. I hope you love it :)

Title: Long Way Home

Summary: Calum’s been crushing on you for as long as he can remember, but your differences in social status have proven to be a bit of a roadblock. However, things start to change when you approach Calum with a simple proposition.

Words: 2k (WOW this got away from me)

Warnings: None? Maybe a tiny bit of language?

You looked great today. Your hair was impeccable, your outfit was put together perfectly, and as you laughed with your friends across the courtyard, Calum couldn’t help but stare. It sucked, honestly.

He’d been practically in love with you ever since you moved into his neighborhood when you guys were ten. You two were best friends for a while, until middle school, anyway. The problem that presented itself at that point was the fact that you were the cool new girl from another country, causing your popularity to skyrocket. And unfortunately, Calum and his friends were a bit lower on the social pyramid, making any chance of a relationship with you almost unattainable.

“-right, Cal?”

“Huh?” Calum turned to face Michael, blinking out of his reverie. “I mean, uh. Right. Yeah, I agree.”

Michael grinned. “You agree that Mr. Peters is a total babe?”

“What!”

Michael, Luke, and Ashton all burst out laughing, causing Calum’s face and neck to heat up.

“Pay attention to the conversation next time,” said Ashton around his laughter, “instead of staring at Y/N all day like a creeper.”

“Shut up,” Calum muttered. “What were you asking, anyway?”

“We were asking when you were planning on actually talking to Y/N,” said Luke, and Calum elbowed him.

“Very funny.”

“No, in reality we were just asking if we were on for rehearsal tonight,” Ashton explained. “I asked if we were still all set to have it at your house.”

“Oh, yeah,” Calum nodded. “Sure.”

Suddenly Ashton and Michael, who were seated across from Calum and Luke, went quiet, focusing on something behind them. Calum frowned at his friends. “What—”

Michael suddenly began coughing and Ashton smiled at whatever it was behind Calum. “Hey, Y/N!” Calum’s eyes widened and Michael waggled his eyebrows.

“Hey, Ashton,” came the sound of your voice, and Calum almost groaned in annoyance. Just the sound of your voice gave him butterflies.

“How’s your day been?” Michael asked casually, and you stood at the end of the table so that you could see all of them, pressing your palms to the surface and leaning forward slightly.

“Pretty good, thanks, yours?”

Michael replied with a “Good, thanks,” before you turned to Calum.

“Do you wanna walk home today?”

Calum tried to contain his surprise, simultaneously trying to force a blush from creeping up onto his face. “I… what?” He turned around to glance at your friends, to see if they were staring over here and it was all some sort of prank, but they were all laughing or doing homework as if nothing was off.

 You laughed, and once again, Calum’s heart lurched. “Yeah, um, I finished all of my homework and I don’t have soccer today so I figured I’d just head home. I was wondering if you wanted to walk together since we’re neighbors and all.”

“Y-yeah,” Calum stuttered, then cleared his throat. He could feel his friends’ gazes on the two of them, like vultures. “Yeah, I don’t see why not. When were you planning on leaving?”

“Oh, whenever works for you!” you said with another dazzling smile. “I’m up for whenever, but I don’t want to rush you or anything.”

“Actually, we were just finishing up,” Luke chimed in, closing his textbook. The other guys followed his action, packing up their things and clearing the table. Calum wanted to strangle each and every one of them right the and there.

“Perfect,” you said. “I’ll go grab my stuff. Meet you at the main entrance, Cal?” The use of your nickname for him almost made Calum visibly freak out. He was already pretty sure you could hear his heart beating from where you stood.

“Yeah, sounds good,” he said as calmly as possible, and with that, you nodded, flashing another smile and saying goodbye to the other guys, and turned to head back to your table. Calum watched your retreating figure before turning back to his friends.

“Guys, what the fuck.”

“What?” asked Michael innocently.

“‘Just finishing up?’” Calum mocked.

“We were helping you out!” protested Ashton.

“Yeah, you’ve been in love with Y/N for how long now?” Luke added.

“You guys suck,” Calum groaned, packing his own things. “You legitimately suck balls.”

“Only on Tuesdays,” Michael retorted. Calum flipped him off.

“I’ll see you guys later, or something,” he said, heading toward the courtyard exit.

“No detours, Cal-Pal!” Ashton called and Calum shook his head, ignoring his friends and heading toward the school’s entrance to meet you. It was a short walk, so he found you almost immediately. Unfortunately, you were talking with a few of your friends, who were also pretty popular. In all honesty, Calum almost marched straight back into the courtyard because he was afraid he would embarrass you in front of your friends if he tried to talk to you. For all he knew, you were talking to them about how you had to walk home with him and how annoyed you were!

Then Calum’s logic told him that no, you had asked him to walk home together, and you actually weren’t a bitch like some of your friends. So, Calum came to a brilliant solution to his dilemma: ignorance.

Shouldering his backpack and taking a deep breath, he started walking toward the doors, walking straight past you and the people you were talking to. He figured he could act as if he didn’t see you, instead heading outside to wait. And sure enough, almost immediately after he stepped outside into the October air, he heard you call out.

“Cal, wait!”

He turned around to see you rushing in his direction, finally slowing down when you reached him. “Sorry, I didn’t see you,” he said, and you shrugged.

“No worries. I was talking to a few friends so I got caught up, sorry.”

“No worries,” Calum repeated, and you looked up at him with a smile that made his heart flutter.

“So,” you said, “shall we go?”

“We shall,” Calum replied, causing you to giggle, and suddenly he felt bit more confident. This wasn’t so bad. The two of you began walking, and a comfortable silence settled until you broke it.

“Hey, why don’t you play soccer?” you asked randomly, and Calum shrugged.

“You mean football?” he teased, and you rolled your eye, smiling nonetheless. “Dunno,” he continued. “Not my thing, I guess.”

“Um, I cry bullshit,” you replied, and Calum’s eyebrows shot up as he turned to look at you.

“What?”

“I’ve seen you play, Calum. You’d fit in really well with varsity, trust me. Plus, you were always great when we played as kids.”

“I just didn’t want to, I guess,” he insisted. He didn’t want to admit that he was too shy to try out, considering the boys’ football team was full of pigheaded morons who already probably hated his guts.

You only shook your head, shrugging. “Your choice, I guess. I really shouldn’t be criticizing you for a choice you made.”

“It’s okay.”

Another silence settled, and Calum took the time to look around. A lot of cars were on the street, full of people coming home from day jobs.

“Um, thank you,” you suddenly said. “For walking with me, I mean. I don’t usually walk and you were in the courtyard too, so I just wanted to ask. For old times’ sake, you know?”

Calum smiled at that one. That was one of the reasons he liked you so much; you didn’t care about popularity. You didn’t try to forget or ignore the fact that you two were best friends several years ago. Calum was grateful for that.

“I get it,” Calum said.

“I do wish we talked a bit more,” you continued, and Calum found himself in shock yet again. You wanted to talk to him?

“Me too,” he said honestly. “You friends kinda hate me though, I think.”

“What! No way,” you protested. “They just… they don’t know you, that’s all. You aren’t close with them.”

“It’s alright,” said Calum with a shrug. “I know I’m kind of a dork. I’ve got my friends though, so I’m happy.”

You smiled at that, and it made Calum’s knees weak. “That’s a good way to look at things.”

The two of you continued to walk and talk with one another, and Calum genuinely enjoyed your company. It wasn’t awkward like he thought it would be, and you weren’t patronizing him like he had dreaded you would.

He realized with a start that you guys had almost reached your neighborhood, so he turned left as opposed to right, opting to take the long way instead. Hey, he wanted to spend as much time with you as possible. He wasn’t sure when this would ever happen again.

At that point, the sun was getting lower in the sky. As you pointed out a couple of birds, smiling and laughing as you did so, Calum noticed that you were literally glowing in the fading sunlight. The orange light outlined you like some ethereal halo, illuminating your features and giving your eyes an even more vibrant look than usual. His breath hitched a bit as he marveled at how beautiful you were, but when you turned back to face him, he acted as nonchalant as he could.

Shit, he was so screwed.

Eventually you had reached the neighborhood where you lived, and Calum was both sad and relieved. Sad because his time with you was ending, but relieved for the same reason. He didn’t want to fall for you even more when you were so untouchable and, quite frankly, out of his league. Like, way out of his league.

“Thanks so much, Cal,” you said when you reached the foot of your driveway. “I had a really good time.”

“Yeah, me too,” he said with a smile, a genuine smile. He was ecstatic to hear that you actually enjoyed the time you spent together.

“We should do this again sometime,” you suggested, and Calum had to physically stop himself from jumping for joy.

“Totally,” he agreed. “It was fun.”

“I’ll let you know when the soc-football season ends,” you told him, smiling as you corrected yourself. “We’ll make more of a habit out of this. For old times’ sake, right?”

“I like that idea,” Calum said honestly, and you nodded.

“Well, I’m gonna head inside. Thanks again, Calum, really,” you said, placing a hand on his arm and squeezing a bit before smiling and turning to walk up to your house.

Calum ran a hand down his face, letting it linger over his mouth and jaw. Holy shit, he thought as he watched you enter your house. His hand then found its way into his hair, disheveling the dark curls. Holy shit.

He slowly turned to walk back to his own house, almost directly across the street. He couldn’t wait to shove in his friends’ faces the fact that things went so exceptionally well.

Unbeknownst to Calum, you had made your way up to your bedroom. You watched from the window as your neighbor headed home, and you couldn’t help but smile widely, heart still beating rapidly. So okay, maybe you did have practice today, but the coach loved you and you figured you could just tell her you didn’t feel too well.

And fine, maybe you were kinda, sorta, maybe crushing on Calum.

You could only hope he felt the same way.

masterlist!

request!

  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: How does Violet Baudelaire put her hair up with a ribbon so perfectly? She just whips it out and it takes two seconds and her hair looks impeccable, is this some sort of witchcraft? When I try to put my hair up with a ribbon it takes 5 hours of crying and accidentally pulling out some of my hair and even then it looks like a complete mess how does she do it????

anonymous asked:

Prompt idea! 5 different ways that Bughead made their friends totally see them as #relationshipgoals. Btdubs, I'm in love w/ your writing :D

Hey thanks so much! I love this prompt.

***

#1
It had been three months since he and Betty had started actually dating, they weren’t your typical couple, you could tell just by the looks of them.

Betty was always put together impeccably not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle on her sundress and definitely never a food stain on her cardigan.
She took her appearance very seriously, she wasn’t into too much makeup and nothing fake was ever going near her body, but the OCD made her strive for perfection , evident in the way she looked.

Jughead on the other hand, rolled out of bed and threw on whatever layers he could, never really knowing when he may have to pack up and relocate, his hairstyle was more run your fingers through twice and pray it wasn’t sticking out of the beanie.

So when his girlfriend overslept and wouldn’t dare risk her perfect attendance she had thrown on a cardigan with a hole in it.

Betty never wore a dress without a cardigan so half way through first period Kevin had run into jugheads calculus class saying he needed to speak to him urgently.

As Kevin pulled him along to the girls restroom he explained Betty was having a panic attack because of the hole in her sweater.

He walked into the bathroom and nodded at Ronnie making sure she knew it was okay for her to wait outside.

Kevin and Veronica were pacing outside the bathroom for a solid five minutes before Betty and jughead emerged.

Betty wrapped up in jugheads blue flannel surprisingly matching Betty’s dress, and jughead in just a tshirt. As the two walked back to class hand in hand Veronica whispered in Kevin’s ear

“Hashtag relationship goals.”

***
#2

Jughead was always hungry

The quirk was loved by everyone in the friend group, always brought up in a joking manner when they went out to eat.

Jughead would laugh along and shrug his shoulders taking whatever was offered his way.

Even though they tried to involve his girlfriend in the jokes she always just shook her head and passed the rest of her food to juggie.

Then the news hit the fan

Jughead was homeless,
suddenly his hunger wasn’t so funny and when they went out to eat the awkward silence before they ordered was almost deafening.

After about a week of awkward meals and shaky comments Betty had had enough.

Jughead reached for fries on the table and he tension rose before Betty erupted

“Oh for petes sake, he’s fine! Jughead is living with Archie, I assure you he gets more than three meals a day and if you haven’t noticed the stress of his family hasn’t made him lose his appetite so can we all just get over this awkwardness and eat our damn food, you’re only making him feel worse, and I am not okay with that.”
She huffed and plopped back down in the booth sinking into jughead as he kissed the side of her head and whispered
“Thanks”

There was never anymore awkwardness around the table and if jughead was getting a few extra leftovers Betty never mentioned it.
***
#3

They were fighting.
Josie and Valerie noticed before anyone else.

They were arguing in quiet whispers almost every time they saw each other in the hallway. Neither of the girls wanted to mention it to Betty as she dropped down at there table in home economics.

They just stared at her before she snapped her head towards them.

“What?!”

They both looked shocked before Josie slowly put her hand on Betty’s arm

“Everything okay pussycat?”

Betty took a deep breath and sighed.

“He doesn’t trust me. He thinks I still have feelings for Archie but he doesn’t get he’s all I want and more.” She said teary eyed.

Josie was afraid of this, those two were just not compatible. Betty cared to much and jughead seemed like all he cared about was food. It just wasn’t gonna work out.

Valerie on the other hand had been shipping this couple since the start. Pulling out her phone she sent jughead a quick text

“Your girl is crying, thinks you don’t trust her. Fix it.”

About two minutes later Jughead burst through the doors interrupting mrs.dicker and catching the whole classes attention.

His eyes searched for Betty

“I’m sorry, I care about you, I don’t wanna lose you, I’m an idiot but hopefully I’m still your idiot.”

“Mr.jones..”

The whole class turned to the teacher and shushed her.

Betty stood up and moved to jughead
“It’s okay jughead, I just need you to trust me.”

He placed his forehead to hers,

“Always.”

Josie’s jaw was on the floor while Valerie smirked in her seat before snapping a picture of the couple and turning to Josie

“Hashtag relationship goals
****
#4

Jughead had a black eye and Betty Cooper was not happy about it.

When jughead came into school that Wednesday every eye was drawn to the usually invisible mysterious boy.
Because wow that was a shiner.

No one knew how to ask , so immediately the rumors flew.

Betty had beaten him up because he cheated

His dad had taken a swing at him like usual

Archie finally realized he loved Betty and was fighting for her honor.

Fortunately none of those things were true.
The explanation came walking through the doors only ten minutes after

Reggie mantle, with a busted lip and bandaged nose.

The halls went quite for a minute before Veronica burst out in laughter.

“You messed with the wrong guys girlfriend mantle”
She said in between loud laughs.

The pieces finally came together.

Reggie had tried to get Betty to sleep with him after cheerleading and wouldn’t seem to take no for an answer, unfortunately for him jughead was coming to pick up Betty and had caught him with his hands on his girl.

As Betty shoved past Reggie she stood in front of him.

“Hit my boyfriend again Reggie mantle and your face won’t be the only thing broken.”

As jughead pulled his fiery girlfriend away he placed a kiss on the top of her head smiling at Reggie and giving him a wave.

Reggie was shaking with anger as he pushed past everyone in the halls to get to the weight room.

Cheryl smirked from her place by the lockers

“Hashtag Relationship goals”
***
#5

Archie still had feelings for Betty,

jughead knew that and while he pretended to be cool with Betty and his relationship jughead saw the way he would keep his hand on her back a little too long, or offer to carry her books to class.

He couldn’t say anything they were friends, all of them were.

Not to mention he couldn’t blame the guy for being in love with Betty, she was pretty great.

But when he offered only Betty a ride home as they were walking together,
He was irritated to say the least.

“She’s cool dude, we’re together I won’t let any riverdale thugs get to her” jughead joked but kept his face serious

Archie nodded

“Yeah but it’s kind of chilly out there, you can hop in Betty, I promise it’s clean.”
He threw her his best American boy smile

As soon as she opened her mouth to answer
Jughead stepped forward

“I said she’s fine, bro you can keep driving.”

Archie parked the car getting ready to get out of it

“Why don’t you let your girl answer.”

“If my girl wanted to answer you she would have.”

They bickered back and forth

“ENOUGH” Betty yelled.

Both boys heads snapped to hers and while Archie looked confused jughead seemed to know exactly what was going on as he slowly backed away from Archie biting his lip and bowing his head.

“I am not an object, I can speak, I can make my own decisions. I do not need to be taken care of or protected from anything.” She turned to raise a pointed eyebrow at jughead who nodded and grabbed her hand

“I know I’m sorry bets. It’s my fault I overacted, testosterone ya know?” He shrugged smiling apologetically.

She nodded and kissed him quickly turning back to Archie

“And as for you, thankyou for the offer but theres nothing I like better than walking home from school with my boyfriend, he keeps me plenty warm, have a nice night Archie.”

She tugged jughead along moving foreward leaving Archie standing by his running car.

Archie wanted that kind of a relationship is this what Ronnie was always talking about when she mentioned
Hashtag relationship goals.

Why Harry Potter is in love with Draco Malfoy

Harry fell in love with the spark that lit Draco’s eyes ablaze before he got ready to argue about something incredibly stupid; with the way his top lip curved delicately like a bow atop a gift. He fell for the way Draco’s fingertips danced across the back of his neck and down his spine like ten fragile ballerinas. He fell in love with every wink, pinch, poke, smirk…

Harry fell in love with Draco when he hummed quietly to himself as he set the table for dinner when he thought no one could hear him. Draco’s singing filled Harry with the kind of happiness that made him feel able to create the world’s most powerful Patronus charm. He fell for the way Draco always smelled faintly of coffee; how he always kept his nails impossibly short and his hair impeccably combed.

He fell in love when Draco subtly let him win at chess to make him feel accomplished. He fell in love with early mornings under warm covers, holding Draco impossibly close to his heart because he had already lost so much and he couldn’t let go of the person who meant the most to him. He fell in love because Draco only laughed at old films and bad puns and was snarky to old people in the supermarket. 

Harry fell in love with the inside jokes they’d only talk about in front of Ron and ‘Mione to piss them off. With long talks under the stars about where they came from and how the universe was created. He fell in love each time they argued about who ate the last brownie in the pan (it was always Draco).

Harry fell in love all over again each time he stopped long enough to remember that, for the first time he could remember, he finally belonged to someone.  


Companion to this. This is to make up for the ridiculous amount of angry and personal posts today hahaha. I don’t exactly know where this came from; I’m having troubles thinking of things with actual plots so I keep writing these like… Things. Drabbles. Yeah. Anyways, I love you guys and I hope you all have wonderful nights/days/afternoons! xx

-Em

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female awesome meme - [1/20] female dynamics: scarlet benoit & winter hayle

Winter’s eyes sparkled. There were times when Scarlet felt like she’d hardened her heart to the girl’s impeccable beauty — her thick hair and warm brown skin, her gold-tinged eyes and rosy lips. But then the princess would give her a look like that and Scarlet’s heart would skip and she would once again wonder how it was possible this wasn’t a glamour.

Roller Derby Haikyuu Headcanons

I literally came up with this AU in the shower and I’m too lazy to write a fic so enjoy my headcanons. Let me know if you use any of them or add on, I love my gay sons!


- Oikawa sucks ass at roller blading. He is the literal worst at it, but somehow, even after he falls, his hair is impeccable.

- Iwaizumi is always there to help Oikawa after he falls anyway. And scold him for being so bad on the rink. Iwa-chan himself is really good at roller blading but never does it out of his own will. Oikawa has to drag him there.

- Suga and Daichi both work at the rink, restocking skates and helping customers. When everyone leaves the rink, the two spend late nights together getting stuff in order for the next workday. By getting stuff in order of course, I mean, making out until Noya or Asahi find them.

- Those two also work at the rink, but selling food instead. Asahi can’t handle crowds or customer service and Noya breaks the nacho machine everytime he tries to use it, but the pair manage. Not to mention, have a lot of quality bonding time together ;))))

- Yachi and Kiyoko are the resident DJs. That just means Kiyoko can organize a Playlist that’s set to play automatically while the two make out behind the DJ stand (much to Kiyoko’s pleasure and Yachi’s chagrin)

- Kenma is the best skater there. He is the perfect combination of speed, finesse, and elegance, but he hates the crowds that gather, so he never actually skates unless Kuroo forces him too. In fact, Kenma will only skate if Kuroo physically gets down to his level and put his skates on for him, tying the laces and all (it’s precious, I swear). Kenma skates with a little pink cat helmet on and Lev likes to take photos to use against Kuroo when the latter teases him. (It’s!! Because!! Kenma!! Is!! So!! Damn!! Cute!!)

- Yamaguchi gets sad when he sees Kuroo tie Kenma’s skates because Tsukki won’t do the same. But Tsukki only skates next to Yams, so that counts for something boi!!
- Yamaguchi wears booty shorts every single time and Tsukki is weak.

- Yamamoto and Tanaka like to do pairs skating and then fight over who looks cooler in their neon jackets with matching knee pads. Spoiler alert, neither looks good; both Kenma and Tsukki have said so.

- Hinata is weak for Noya’s food even though the librero can’t cook and he broke the hot dog machine twice.

- Hinata is the fastest one in the rink but he sucks at steering so his first time roller skating he rammed right into Kageyama at full speed. While there were no injuries, Kags made death threats.

- Kageyama used to be on an actual durby team but he got kicked off for unsportsmanlike behavior. Kags hadn’t felt like skating since, until he met Hinata. Kags had the skill and Hinata had both the speed and spirit, so it’s a given that they’re the best pair.

- Yaku is the roller mom. All he does is hand out homemade snacks and stand next to his first aid kit, surveying the arena at high alert. It could be a mere scratch and Yaku’s there, ready to apply gauze and contact emergency services if necessary. He’s really stressed out constantly since Oikawa doesn’t really know how to stand on a pair of skates and much less move in them. Besides that Lev is a gigantic clutz and due to that, Yaku is always patching him up. Lev can’t help it and after the original fear, Yaku will patch him up and kiss his injuries (he only does that with Lev though, I wonder why ;))

- Bokuto is really good at complex step sequences. Like BOYYY. He does it to impress Akaashi though, who is hands down the most graceful skater on the rink. Akaashi likes how Bokuto skates way better though because the latter is so dynamic. They’re both really shy around each other, pining from a distance instead. Daichi and Suga have started a bet about which of the two crack under the blatant sexual tension. They have the same bet going for Hinata and Kageyama. I’d like to think Daichi ends up going broke eventually, because Suga just knows his children that well.

 - Oikawa once ended up with tire marks on his outfit and has reoccurring nightmares about the same thing happening on his face. When the wheel scuffs appeared on his brand new alien leggings he started complaining nonstop, refusing to continue skating. This led to Iwaizumi offering to do the taller boy’s laundry. (“Are you my mom, Iwa-chan?” “SHUT UP SHITTY-KAWA!”)

- rip oikawa 2k16


(Message me if you want to see Oikawa’s actual leggings, they are so cute!!!)

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otp aesthetics  → scarlet benoit & winter hayle  // the lunar chronicles by marissa meyer

“There were times when scarlet felt like she’d hardened her heart to the girl’s impeccable beauty — her thick hair and warm brown skin, her gold-tinged eyes and rosy lips. But then the princess would give her a look like that and scarlet’s heart would skip and she would once again wonder how it was possible this wasn’t a glamour.

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FEMSLASH AESTHETICS: winter blackburn & scarlet benoit

    “winter’s eyes sparkled. there were times when scarlet felt like she’d hardened her heart to the girl’s impeccable beauty — her thick hair and warm brown skin, her gold-tinged eyes and rosy lips. but then the princess would give her a look like that and scarlet’s heart would skip and she would once again wonder how it was possible this wasn’t a glamour.”

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“Winter’s eyes sparkled. There were times when Scarlet felt like she’d hardened her heart to the girl’s impeccable beauty — her thick hair and warm brown skin, her gold-tinged eyes and rosy lips. But then the princess would give her a look like that and Scarlet’s heart would skip and she would once again wonder how it was possible this wasn’t a glamour.” - Winter by Marissa Meyer

CINDER - SCARLET - CRESS - FAIREST

forgett-me-n0t  asked:

And Stiles would be instantly wrapped around his little girls finger and he'd be the best at braiding after like, two tries. He would probably watch YouTube tutorials and be practising on Lydia's hair before the baby was born. Ugh this is so cute.

100% yes.

Like Claudia always shows up to preschool with impeccable hair and one day someone asks him “Wow how does your wife create these hairdos that stay in place on a three year old?” and Stiles starts rattling on like an expert about bobby pins and hairspray and the correct tilt of the wrist when braiding and they’re all like “WOAH”

Winter’s eyes sparkled. There were times when Scarlet felt like she’d hardened her heart to the girl’s impeccable beauty — her thick hair and warm brown skin, her gold-tinged eyes and rosy lips. But then the princess would give her a look like that and Scarlet’s heart would skip and she would once again wonder how it was possible this wasn’t a glamour.
—  Winter excerpt [x]
Supercat Ficlet - Crossdressing

Written for my @femtropebingo card square ‘Crossdressing’.

It was kind of freeing, in a way.

She felt like she spent her whole life just waiting for someone to recognize her, because really when it came down to it, her ‘disguise’ was just a pair of glasses.

But tonight she didn’t have to worry about that. No one would recognize her this evening, not as Supergirl, not even as Kara Danvers.

Her suit was impeccably tailored, her hair slicked back, and Alex had managed to create some pretty convincing chin stubble with makeup.

As far as everyone at the party was concerned, she was Carl Daniels, a wealthy businessman looking to invest in Lord Technologies, which gave her the perfect opportunity to have a look around his building without him knowing.

What she hadn’t been counting on, however, was Cat Grant being at this party as well.

Their eyes met across the room and Kara felt her stomach lurch at the intense look she received.

Before she could escape Cat strode purposefully towards her.

“I don’t believe we’ve been introduced.”

Kara coughed, she recognized that as her cue to introduce herself, because of course Cat assumed that everyone already knew who she was, (and she was usually right).

“Carl Daniels,” Kara said, holding out her hand. She was pretty pleased with her 'male’ voice, she didn’t think Cat would recognize her. She found a sudden surge of confidence in saying her fake name. Confidence which came from a blank slate, to be whoever and whatever she chose to be in that moment.

Cat grasped her hand and Kara lifted it to her lips and kissed the back of it.

The slight upward quirk of Cat’s eyebrow made her feel even more invincible than her Supersuit did.

“Would you care to dance?” Kara asked.

Cat’s smile was almost predatory in answer, and Kara wasn’t entirely sure who was leading who over to the dancefloor.

Kara pulled Cat close against her, remembering just in time that she was supposed to be the man and lead.

They swayed together to the music. Kara allowed her super senses to take in every detail of Cat in her arms, her smell, the feel of her skin, the sound of her heartbeat.

Kara almost got lost in the moment, until Cat tilted her head and whispered into her ear.

“You know, you should wear a suit more often, Kara.”

Chain letter email #141

An eighteen-year-old girl tells her Mom that she has missed her period for two months. Very worried, the mother goes to the drugstore and buys a pregnancy kit. The test result shows that the girl is pregnant. Shouting, cursing, crying, the mother says, “Who was the pig that did this to you? I want to know!”

The girl picks up the phone and makes a call.

Half an hour later a Ferrari stops in front of their house; a mature and distinguished man with gray hair and impeccably dressed in a very expensive suit steps out of it and enters the house.

He sits in the living room with the father, the mother and the girl, and tells them: “Good morning, your daughter has informed me of the problem. However, I can’t marry her because of my personal family situation, but I’ll take charge.

If a girl is born I will bequeath her 2 retail stores, a townhouse, a beach villa and a 1,000,000 bank account. If a boy is born, my legacy will be a couple of factories and a $2,000,000 bank account. If it is twins, a factory and $1,000,000 each.

However, if there is a miscarriage, what do you suggest I do”?

At this point, the father, who had remained silent, places a hand firmly on the man’s shoulder and tells him, “Then you try again.”