maybe i can convince her

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Finn x Reader

Requested by @onceitoowasinnocent

Part One


“There are a few other girls you could chat with going through a similar thing.” Esme muttered as she finished chatting with you, smiling when you helped clean up the bookies.

“Everyone is taking this so calmly, my parents won’t approve.” You mumbled and she stopped what she was doing so she could look at you.

“No offence but around here your news doesn’t even make the list of Tommy’s problems.” She chuckled and you smiled.

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crowwingarts  asked:

any tips about familiars?

Originally posted by ninngunaparte

In some traditions of modern Paganism, including the various Wiccan paths, the concept of an animal familiar is incorporated into practice. A familiar is often defined as an animal with whom we have a magical connection, but in truth, the concept is a bit more complex than this.

Today, many Pagans have an animal companion that they consider their familiar–and most people no longer believe that these are spirits or demons inhabiting an animal. Instead, they have an emotional and psychic bond with the cat, dog, or whatever, who is attuned to the powers of its human partner.

Not everyone has, needs, or even wants a familiar. If you have an animal companion as a pet, such as a cat or dog, try working on strengthening your psychic connection with that animal. Books such as Ted Andrews’ Animal Speak contain some excellent pointers on how to do this.

If an animal has appeared in your life unexpectedly–such as a stray cat that appears regularly, for instance–it’s possible that it may have been drawn to you psychically. However, be sure to rule out mundane reasons for its appearance first. If you’re leaving out food for the local feral kitties, that’s a far more logical explanation. Likewise, if you see a sudden influx of birds, consider the season–is the ground thawing, making food more available? Not all animal visitors are magical–sometimes, they’re just coming to visit.

If you’d like to draw a familiar to you, some traditions believe you can do this by meditation. Find a quiet place to sit undisturbed, and allow your mind to wander. As you journey, you may encounter various people or objects. Focus your intent on meeting an animal companion, and see if you come into contact with any.

In addition to familiars, some people do magical work with what’s called a power animal or a spirit animal. A power animal is a spiritual guardian that some people connect with. However, much like other spiritual entities, there’s no rule or guideline that says you must have one. If you happen to connect with an animal entity while meditating or performing astral travel, then that may be your power animal, or it may just be curious about what you’re up to.

@thewonderofnature actually wrote a powerful familiar finding spell when we were in college and all of us in our group have used it.  Maybe I can convince her to come guest post on here.  Would you all like that?

Acquainted

Originally posted by bangtan-got7-boys

“You can try to forget what happened, but you can never forget what you felt.”

Summary: Seeing you that night was just a careless mistake. It was just another party and another one night stand… But why was it so hard to get rid of you… Why did you have to be around? Why couldn’t I seem to let you go? Was this fate… or just a coincidence?

“What’s the matter? Afraid of a little temptation?”

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // 

Part 10~ 

Masterlist 

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Oh…” You had no idea why Jackson seem so disappointed and you knew best not to bother asking but you were one curious person.. So you had to ask..

“What do you mean oh?” You asked Jackson and he smiles and pats your head.

“Nothing.. We should probably get going.” Jackson says trying to walk away but you grabbed his wrist and stopped him. He had you here talking about Jaebum and it was your turn to ask him questions.

“Jackson cut the crap, there was a long pause after you said oh. What’s up?” This boy better start talking.

“Nothing… I think it’s best if we move on and go take you home.”

“Jackson!”

He threw his head back and closed his eyes. You were willing to be bother him till he cracked? Of course you were.

“It’s nothing.”

“I swear Jackson if you don’t tell me, I will bother you till you regret ever meeting me!” You threatened him and he sighed and placed both of his hands on your both shoulders.

“I like you. I really like you.”

What?

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A Cat, a Fox, and a Bee walk into a Bakery 28

“It’s alright, Chloe. You’ve got this,” Pollen whispered in her Chosen’s ear, pressing a tiny kiss to her cheek before zooming up to hide in her ponytail.

Chloe huffed and turned her nose up.  “Of course I do, Pollen.  It will work out just fine.”

Pollen wasn’t convinced. Chloe was constantly fidgeting with her purse, her shirt, and her hair.  She wasn’t saying it in so many words, but the girl was freaked.

Pollen gently tugged at a lock of hair in reassurance.  While Chloe would have to do this on her own, that didn’t mean she couldn’t offer moral support.

“… Thanks, Pollen,” Chloe whispered.  The girl took a deep breath, schooled her expression, and pushed open the door.

Her father and her future stepmother looked up from where they were bent over something on her father’s desk, heads close in discussion.

“Daddy, I need to tell you something.” By now Chloe was doing everything she could to channel her inner Queen Bee, the same part of herself who stared down dangerous akuma and whose first thought was ‘I’m going to kick their ass.’ “I’m now officially dating.”

“That’s wonderful, baby girl!  Do I know him?”

Chloe wasn’t able to completely repress a wince.  “… Yes?  Sort of?” She took a deep breath to brace herself. “I’m dating four people.  They’re all classmates of mine.”

To be fair, there were few things that could strike the mayor of a city that regularly dealt with the results of a supervillain targeting someone’s bad day speechless. Chloe’s announcement was one of those things, it seemed.

Why was this so much scarier than fighting akuma?  Oh, right, because it was generally considered a bad thing to beat up all of your problems outside of supervillains.

Akuma were a lot easier to deal with in that regard.

“You’ve met Adrien, of course.  The other three are Nino Lahiffe, Alya Cesaire, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.  We have already been on a few dates-“ Honestly, mostly movie nights and cuddles, but Chloe was learning that they certainly had their place in a relationship.  Still, it was very nice to be able to show off all of her loves to the world. “-and I felt that you deserved to know, Daddy.”

Her father finally found his voice.  “Absolutely not, Chloe!  It would be one thing if you were just dating another girl, that’s fairly accepted these days, but several people?!  Did you ever think about what this would do to your reputation?  My reputation?  I’d never get re-elected if this got out!  No, you’ll simply have to break it off.”

“She will not, Andre.” Chloe started, having forgotten the presence of her future stepmother.

The woman was standing there, arms crossed and one foot tapping.  Elizabeth, or Beth as she preferred to be called, was American, and while her French was steadily improving from being immersed in it, she still wasn’t fluent yet.  The woman was tall, even slightly taller than Chloe’s father, with long blonde hair that she usually kept pulled back in a ponytail.

In truth, Chloe had no idea how the two had met, or what her father saw in a woman who regularly wore flannel shirts and jeans.  Ever since their introduction, she had been doing her best to avoid Beth.

“Chloe is you daughter, Andre.” Beth still had trouble with tenses sometimes, that Chloe knew, and apparently she hadn’t gotten past it yet. The tall woman prodded a finger into Chloe’s father’s chest.  “Is you… job? Is that the right word?”

“I think you meant ‘responsibility’,” Chloe said faintly, more than a little stunned.

“Yes, thank you Chloe.” She turned back to Andre and continued her tongue lashing.  “Is you responsibility to look after and support her!  No matter what!”

“But… Beth… sweetie…”

“No ‘sweetie’ me!  You support Chloe, or wedding is off!”

“I…” Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Andre caved.  “… Yes dear.”

“Be happy for Chloe. She found people who make her happy, let her enjoy that.” Beth’s phone dinged, and she pulled it out to glance at the time.  “Lunch break over, back to work.  We talk more later.”

“I… yes.” Still a little stunned, Andre turned and left.

Beth let out a long sigh and turned to Chloe.  “I know you do not like me.  I do not blame you, I would not either.  But know that I have you back.”

Chloe looked away, then jumped slightly as she felt a small tug on her hair from Pollen.  “I… maybe we could… spend more time together?” She said hesitantly.

Beth gave her a bright smile.  “I would like that.”

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“It went better than I thought it would,” Chloe said as she continued to run the brush through Alya’s thick hair, gathered it into one hand, then began sectioning it.  “Daddy freaked out, but then his fiancée, of all people, chewed him out for it.”

Marinette raised a brow, but carefully didn’t move from where Nino was brushing her own hair out. They had a little time before school started, so they were passing the time waiting for Adrien to join them by playing with each other’s hair on the school steps.  “Really?”

“Yes.” Chloe flushed a little, even as she began braiding Alya’s hair.  “We’re going shopping Thursday, actually.” She sniffed a bit, turning her nose up slightly.  “The woman has no fashion sense whatsoever, so obviously I’ll have to help her out. Maybe I can convince her to rethink some of the wedding plans to something less tacky.”

“I’m glad it worked out okay for you.  My parents teased me a little, but they were really supportive.” Marinette leaned back against Nino, giving a content hum at the feel of the brush running through her hair, and unable to hide a small blush as Nino ducked his head and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“My family was betting on my love life.” Alya huffed, crossing her arms to sulk.  Chloe poked her in retaliation as she ended up pulling her half-finished braid out of her hands, forcing Chloe to restart it.  “Apparently my mom got closest, she got everyone but Chloe right.  The only one who did bet on Chloe was my grandmother, who apparently liked the 99 to 1 odds.”

“My Mama doesn’t really approve, so she’s taking a wait and see approach,” Nino chimed in.  “She just worries about me getting hurt.”

“Well, if we have anything to say about it, that won’t happen,” Marinette said, twisting a little and tilting her head up.  Nino chuckled and obligingly leaned down to kiss her.

Alya was turning to look indulgently back at her boyfriend and girlfriend, when something caught her eye. She stilled, then tapped Chloe’s ankle where it was beside her hip.  “Chloe? Is that… Adrien, walking to school?”

Chloe looked up from where she had been putting an elastic on the end of Alya’s braid, frowning in concern.  “Yes. Which is-“

“Weird, because normally his dad insists on the limo,” Alya finished, frowning as well.  “And he looks…”

“Something’s wrong.  Really wrong,” Marinette murmured, just loud enough for the rest of them to hear it.

Later, none of them could have said who moved first, but a beat later all four of them were up and running towards their boyfriend.

Adrien looked up at the sudden sound of footsteps, took one look at the four, and his face crumpled.

Marinette was the first to reach him, just as his knees gave out, and she grunted as she caught the brunt of his weight.  Nino was there a heartbeat later, helping her hold Adrien up as he started to sob into her shoulder.  Then Alya and Chloe were there, and the four pressed in around Adrien, holding him from each side as his chest heaved with his sobbing.

“Shh… shh… we’ve got you, babe,” Nino murmured into Adrien’s hair.

It seemed an eternity before Adrien’s sobs died down, and Marinette wasn’t sure exactly how damp her shirt was other than ‘very’ by the end, but finally the blond sniffled and pulled back a little, going to wipe his face on his sleeve and being intercepted by a handkerchief that Chloe shoved at him.  “S-sorry.”

“Hey, no, don’t apologize. If something had you reacting that way, it must be serious,” Alya said softly.

Adrien’s face fell, but he seemed to be all cried out for the moment.  “My father… didn’t take it well.  He told me I had to break things off.”

Chloe was just clearly winding up when Adrien held out a hand to stop her.  “I told him no.  And he… he…”

Marinette’s eyes widened as a chill settled into her chest.  “Adrien, what did he do?”

Adrien gave a bitter, choking laugh.  “He disowned me.  Said I’d still get my trust fund and the money I made from modeling, but I’m no longer his son.  He said I have to be out of the house the day I turn eighteen.”

All four of them were stunned speechless.  Chloe recovered the fastest, and in all her years Marinette had never seen the girl that angry.

He’s dead.

“Chloe no, we’re not posting your bail,” Alya said automatically.  Her expression had darkened just as much as the blonde’s, but her eyes were far more calculating.

No one will know it was me if Queen Bee drops his ass off of-“

“No.” Alya cut her off. She was squeezing her phone so hard that Marinette could almost hear it creaking.  “We’re not going to kill him.  We’re going to ruin him.”

Honestly, Marinette had been half in favor of Chloe’s plan (no one hurt her Kitty like this), but Alya’s declaration got her attention.  “What?”

Alya smirked, and there was a fox’s cruelty behind it.  “We are going to ruin him and the entire Gabriel brand.  We will beat him down until he is left with nothing, and we will leave him alive, because there is no point of beating an opponent like him unless he knows, every day for the rest of his life, that he lost.”

Slowly, a cruel grin grew on Chloe’s face.  “I like the way you think, my dear.”

“And how are we going to do that?” Nino pointed out from where he was cuddling Adrien into his chest, soothingly running his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair.  “We’re kinda still teenagers in school.”

“Oh, something like this will take a while.” Alya rubbed her hands together gleefully.  “And we beat him at his own game.  Between the five of us, we could totally build our own fashion empire and crush his.”

“… What,” Marinette said flatly.

“Look, Marinette is a good designer, and she’ll just get better with more practice.  Adrien can model and give insight to the fashion world.  Chloe knows business and politics inside and out.  And Nino and I can handle advertising, social media, and any tech issues.” Alya was now angrily tapping at her phone as she made notes.

“You guys would… seriously…” Adrien stared at Alya, at a smirking Chloe, at Marinette who had a slowly growing grin.

No one hurts you, babe.” Nino nuzzled Adrien’s ear, making him shiver.  “If we have to create an entire fashion empire to get revenge on the jerk who did, then, well…”

Adrien gave a choked laugh. “You guys are ridiculous.”

“We’re your ridiculous.” Marinette grinned at him.  “You in?”

“I… yeah.  I’m in.” Adrien sniffled a little as the three girls dragged him and Nino into another group hug, and buried his face against Alya’s shoulder.  Really, he didn’t know what he did to deserve these four, but whatever it was, he was one lucky cat.

Will You or Won’t You

So, my sister has been playing Speak Now by Taylor Swift on repeat for the past week and a half. I tried to push it out of my head, but I couldn’t so this came to be. I think it came out a little more angsty than I was planning, and I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it. I think I’m a bit rusty. 

Word Count: 6,593

Summary: Riley is back in New York for work, but it so happens to be the weekend of Lucas’ wedding. Will his wedding happen, or will he realize that Riley has always been the one?

An update on the Road Trip: I’m trying to write this next chapter, but I am having major writer’s block with this specific chapter. Every time I try to finish it, my mind goes blank. So, I’m going to keep trying and I’ll have it out as soon as I can. I just don’t know when that will be. I’m sorry. 


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The Lift

@soreidy27 asked:

Can you write a oneshot on last nights episode of Danny telling Margot that Sophie saw them in the elevator. Please 🙏🏻

and here it is…


“Margot, stop-“ Danny gasped, peeling his lips from hers he gripped her shoulders firmly and held her at arms length. Margot darted forward, attempting to pick up their kiss where they had left off. “Sophie,” Danny mumbled, his brown eyes scanning rapidly across her confused features.

“You’re thinking about Sophie right now?” Margot demanded incredulously, her chest still heavily distractingly from the adrenaline and lust coursing through her.

“What?” Danny frowned. “No, Sophie, Sophie saw us!” He said.

“What are you on about?” The blonde questioned, her brows knitted together in worry.

“Sophie, just now, she saw us.” He said softly, releasing Margot’s arms and running a shaking head through his jet black hair.

“Oh,” Margot mumbled biting her bottom lip and twirling so her back was flat against the wall of the lift. The pair stood side by side, both panting and each engrossed in their thoughts as the elevator pinged from floor to floor.

“She saw us, before the doors closed.” Danny stated, as if he was telling himself as much as her.

“So I guess our fun is over then,” She replied, rebuttoning her white blazer and brushing the wrinkles out of it.

“I’m gonna lose my job!” Danny groaned wiping his hand over his face.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Alice Vaughan isn’t going to fire you because you’re sleeping with me.” Margot shot back, annoyed. “We don’t even know if Sophie will say anything!”

“She will.”

“Danny!” Margot sanpped.

“No she will,” Danny said firmly, raking his hands through his hair again and walking the length of the elevator in a sort of roundabout pace.

“She wo-“ Margot is cut off as the lift bings loudly and opens to let a few people shuffle on. Moving to the back, Danny and Margot stand closely together, saying nothing. Finally, unable to keep her mouth shut any longer, Margot hisses under breath, “She won’t.” Danny stares forward, ignoring her as the elevator comes to a stop and lets a few people off.

“I did the same thing to her a couple of weeks ago.” He muttered, looking everywhere but at Margot’s questioning eyes. Finally the car reaches the lobby and the remaining passengers depart leaving Margot and Danny alone. Waiting silently for the doors to bounce shut, the pair avoid eye contact.

“She was…involved with a client and I outed her to Alice.” Danny said finally, turning to face her. Margot placed one hand on her hip.

“Well then, what do we do now?” She asked shortly, not bothering to hide the annoyance in her voice.

“I should go and speak to her, maybe I can convince her-“ He thought out loud.

“So, you’re not coming with me then?” She queried in frustration, her body language stiff and uncomfortable.

“Margot, I could lose my job!” Danny yelled in frustration, his brown eyes blazing.

“You know, I don’t think that’s what this is about!” She fired back hotly. “I don’t think this is about that at all!”

“Oh really?” He questioned sarcastically.

“No I think this is about Sophie!” She snapped.

“Of course it’s about Sophie!”

“No, it’s about you and Sophie,” Margot said, drawing herself up to her full height and glaring meanly at him.

“Me and Sophie?” Danny asked incredulously.

“Yes! There’s obviously something going on there and now you’re pissed because I’ve somehow spoiled your chances!” She screamed back at him.

“My chances at what?” Danny yelled at her, causing her to take a step back. “God you’re insane!” He announces, throwing his hands into the air in rage. The frustration oozing from his every pore.

“And you’re insufferable!” Margot shouted back, moving to jab at the button to open the elevator door.

“I’m going back up to try and talk to her!” Danny growled gruffly as Margot moved to stride out into the lobby.

“Fine!” She called back loudly as she angrily made her way out of the building.

“Fine!” He replied aggressively.

The lift doors slid shut and Danny slammed his hand against the cool metal.

“Damnit!” He roared to no one at all.

[Mark] Teacher's Pet (Chapter Twenty Eight)

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A cheeseburger. I. Need. A. Cheese. Burger. My eyes flutter open. I’m hungry as fuck. The first thing I see is the grey ceiling. It all comes back to me. The gunshot. The pain. I know I’m in a hospital. I squint and blink, because my eyes hurt a bit. My hip aches. A face appears above me, towering over me. Brown wide eyes and parted lips, my mouth quirks.

“Mark.” I rasp. He’s here. Oh, I must be dreaming. He sighs in deep relief, closing his eyes.

“Oh, baby, I was so scared.” It’s almost a sob, his voice is barely audible. He strokes my hair and kisses my forehead. As he does, I smell his perfume. He smells good. I wouldn’t want to wake up to anyone else. But how come he’s there?

“What are you doing here?” I whisper as he gazes down at me. Suddenly, the door swings open. My mom walks in, in the middle of hanging up her phone. Shit! Mark doesn’t remove his hand from my hair. She sees me and freezes.

“Abigail?” She breathes in a mix of relief and incredulity.

“Mom.” I breathe. She closes the door and walks to me, on the other side of my bed.

“Oh, baby girl.” She murmurs, hugging my head.

“I was so scared. - she kisses my forehead- How do you feel?” She asks, gazing down at me. Did she notice?

“It hurts.” I place my hand on my wound over my blanket. Mark removes his hand from my hair.

“I’ll go call a nurse.” He says before turning on his heels. I watch as he leaves. He’s dressed in a black T-shirt but I recognize his jeans and shoes. I glance at my mom, and she caresses my cheek.

“He told me everything.” She says. The incident?

“What?” I rasp.

“About you and him. I know everything.” She replies. My eyes widen in horror. No!

“Everything?” I ask, and she nods. Shit! Why did he have to tell her? She purses her lips.

“Let’s be clear, I’m tolerating this, not approving. We’ll have to talk later.” She stares at me, impassible. I know she’s mad, but she’s holding it back.

“Thank you.” I whisper, my eyelids sagging in relief.

“Don’t thank me. You’ll have to deal with your father.” She replies. Shit, dad! Oh, no. He’s going to kill me. Before I can ask my mom if she told him already, the door swings open. A blond young woman enters my room, followed by Mark. She has blue eyes, like me. I like her nails. Her cheeks are really pink, I think she’s blushing. Mark closes the door behind them and stays at the back of the room while the young woman walks to me.

“Good evening, Abigail. I’m nurse Stephanie. Do you know where you are?” Her voice is husky, it’s really attractive. Why is she blushing?

“Yes, hospital.” I reply. My mom joins Mark at the back of the room, giving nurse Stephanie some space.

“How do you feel?” The nurse asks me. She glances in my mom and Mark’s direction and smiles to herself; she turns puce. I frown at her.

“I’m thirsty. And my wound hurts.” I reply to her.

“I’ll get you some water once I’ve checked your vitals. Dr Green will take care of your wound.” She says. She takes a quick glance in my mom and Mark’s direction. Mark is typing on his phone, their eyes meet, and she turns her eyes away as she checks the machines by my bed. I want to roll my eyes at her. Bitch, he’s mine. He can impulsive and bossy and mercurial, but he’s mine. I scowl at the entire planet as she does her work.

“Your blood pressure is fine.” She says, releasing my arm.

“Do you want me to remove your catheter?” She asks me. Her words bounce in my head.

“My what?” I ask. Her eyes look away from mine.

“Erm…” She looks for a way to explain it to me. Mark is smiling arrogantly at the back, amused. I narrow my eyes at him. My catheter? I have a what? Oh!

“Yes, please.” I can’t refrain the embarrassed blush that heats my face. I can go to the toilets alone! Well, maybe not. But I don’t want a catheter.

“Okay. If you could wait outside for a minute.” She pipes up, turning to my mom and Mark. They obey and walk out of the room, leaving us alone.

As the nurse does what she has to do, something occurs me.

“I have a tampon on?” I frown. She removes her head from between my legs.

“Yes. You’re on your period.” She gives me a sympathetic smile.

“I lost the baby?” I whisper.

“Yes. I’m sorry.” She says. So, the baby’s gone. I don’t know how to feel about it. It wasn’t its fault, it didn’t have to end like this. Okay, I’m not sure I would have kept it, but, it didn’t have to go like this. And Mark, how does he feel about it? He must know. My mom must be aware too. And I’m afraid to talk about it. I don’t want to know.

Letting Stephanie finish her business, I initiate an introspection. I don’t really want to go to deep in my feelings, because I don’t want to feel anything. I know myself, if I surrender in front of my feelings, I’ll sink into darkness. I’ll have to talk about it now or later, Mark is gonna insist. What will I say to him? How do I feel about the baby being gone anyway? I don’t feel that sadness of losing a baby, or the pain. But I feel like my baby didn’t deserve to go like this. I didn’t have the choice, but the result isn’t that saddening nor joyful. It’s not joyful at all. I was my baby, my choice to make. Yes, the pregnancy perturbed me and it prevented me from growing attached to the baby, but things could have been different. It’s unfair.

Stephanie leaves and Mark and my mom come back inside the room. Do I tell them?

“What time is it?” I ask. Mark checks his watch as he walks to me.

“It’s almost nine.” He says.

“I stayed unconscious for that long?”

“Yes. You’re a stubborn little thing.” He replies, his tone hiding a point of bitterness. What’s up with him? Nurse Stephanie comes back in my room with a cup pf water and a straw. Why is she so fast?

“Your water.” She says, giving it to me.

“Small sips.” She commands. My mouth is a better place to be now.

“Dr Green will be there soon.” She purrs, giving Mark one last embarrassed glance before leaving. Good. I hope she never comes back. I drink the whole cup in one sip.

“You told dad?” I ask my mom, my eyes begging her to say no. He’s going to kill me.

“I couldn’t reach him, but they said they’ll get him to call.” She says. So, the surplice is delayed. Maybe I can convince her not to tell her about me and Mark.

“Mom, he’s gonna kill me.” I beg. She scolds me with her eyes.

“This is not about you and your boyfriend, you received a bullet, Abigail!” She hisses, outraged. The door swings open once more. I swear if it’s that Stephanie again-

“Good evening, Abigail. I’m Dr Green. How do you feel?” A woman appears, blond bob, white blouse and stethoscope around her neck. She looks like a modern version on Marry Poppins.

“My wound hurts.” I reply as she walks to me. My mom and Marl leave her some room.

“I’ll get you some pain killers after examining you.” She says and gives me a warm, warm smile. I smile back at her as she takes my empty cup from my hands. She walks closer to me and grabs the end of my bed. From the corner of my eye, I can see my mom walking out of the room.

“The bullet bounced while in your friend’s head, which changed its trajectory. You could have been touched in the head. Unfortunately, the baby’s gone.” She explains to me. In the head? It could have killed me? The baby… I nod. Dr Green searches into my eyes for a moment, gauging my reaction, then starts examining me. She checks my reflexes, makes me touch her fingers…

“I’ll get you some pain killers.” She says once she’s done. I nod, and she leaves as the same moment as my mother comes back in. The room gets silent, and both of Mark and my mom walk to me. They’re going to talk. I don’t want to talk.

“Where is Bea?” I ask. My sister must be worried.

“She went home an hour ago. We’ll call her.” My mom says. So, she was here? She’s so going to insult me when she sees me. My little brat.

“You’ve made the headlines.” My mom says.

“Did I?” I raise both of my eyebrows.

“There are tons of paparazzis in front of the hospital.” She says. Of course, a gunshot in a high school, I bet I’m all over the world. The idea is chilling. Why did it have to happen to me?

“They know about the baby?”

“I asked the surgeon and the doctors not say it to the media, but tons of people could be aware in the hospital.” She says. The public will know now or later. I can’t begin to imagine the nightmare waiting for me outside.

Dr Green comes back a moment later with a pill and another cup of water. I want apple juice.

“Here. Take this.” She says, giving them to me. I gulp the water down with the pill. I’m still thirsty.

“You’re going to spend the night here, and we’ll see if you can get out by tomorrow depending on how you feel.” Dr Green says.

“Okay.” I reply. Dr Green smiles and turn on her heels to leave, and Mark hails her.

“Is food okay for her?” He asks her. Food! Oh, yes!

“Nothing too heavy. Soup, salad, or sandwich. No soda.” She says before leaving.

“Hungry, Abigail?” Mark prompts. Abigail? This man is infuriating.

“I want a cheeseburger.” I mutter.

“You heard the doctor.” Mark admonishes.

“With apple juice.” I add. Mark purses his lips, but remains silent.

“Katherine?” He turns to my mom.

“You haven’t eaten all day.” He says. She gives him a kind-yes, kind smile.

“A sandwich will be perfect, thank you very much.” She replies.

“You’ll have to get me back in.” He says to her. I frown.

“You have my number.” She says. Does he?

“I’ll be right back.” He says, to me this time. I watch as he leaves.

“What does he mean by getting him in?” I ask my mom as she sits in Mark’s seat.

“Only next of kin is allowed in. That’s why he told me about you and him, so I would let him pass.” She explains.

“Why did you let him in if you don’t like him?”

“He was in tears. He obviously cares about you. And he saved you.” She says. In tears? Oh, Mark. Now I feel bad. I can’t be mad at him, it must have been hard for him too.

“Would you like him if he was my age?” I ask her. She purses her lip, not giving me any answer.

“He risks his job and his reputation for me.” I take out my first argument.

“And you risk your heart.” She retorts. Yes, that’s true.

“That’s the only thing that bothers me. That, and your pregnancy.” She says. Oh, no.

I know she can’t yell at me after what happened to me, and I find myself being glad to be in a hospital bed.

“You’re so fragile-” She says. No, I’m not.

“He makes me stronger.” I murmur. She closes her eyes, and when she opens it, they’ve softened

“Abigail, I’m glad to know you’re happy, really. I just wished he was your age.”

“It’s bitter sweet for me, I never thought you would ever fall in love, but at the same time I’m afraid that if it doesn’t work, you’ll be as sad and wounded as you were before.” She says. She’s right. If Mark ever left me, I would… no. I don’t want to think about it.

“And I know I can’t keep you away from him. Even if I managed to, you would hate me, and you’d be depressed.” She says. I would totally run away from the house. I hope I won’t have to. I hope Dad won’t ask me to leave him.

“All you can do is be there for me. Please.” I murmur. She grabs my hand.

“Of course, Abigail. I’m your mother.” She cajoles, slightly offended.

“Now, the sex.” She says. I turn tomato red, instantly.

“That’s what bothers me the most.” She says. I tangle my fingers.

“I forgot to take my pill the first time we did it.” I whisper. She knows I have sex. I feel ashamed.

“You wanted to keep it?” She asks me. I shake my head.

“What about him?” She asks.

“He’s twenty-six, now or later, he didn’t care. It was supposed to be my decision.” I murmur.

“How were you going to do?”

“He said he would pay an abortion for me.” I reply. She sighs deeply.

“You hid all that from me.” She shakes her head in disbelief. I feel guilty.

“How did I not see it?” She asks… me? Or herself? I don’t know. I keep silent.

“When were you going to tell me?” She asks me.

“A little bit after graduating?” I reply. She sighs again. Her reaction is less bad because I’m in a hospital bed. I wonder how Dad is going to react?

“Dad is going to freak out.” I shiver.

“Do I have to tell him on the phone?” I plead.

“Yes, you have to.” She’s inflexible. Talking about phones…

“Where is my phone?” I ask her.

“I have it in my bag.” She says, picking up her bag from the floor. She hands it to me. Woah! 97 missed calls, 321 messages. Coach Barnes, Aurianne, Emma, Brody, Johanna, childhood friends, people I don’t even know. My twitter is blowing, my Facebook too. Later, later. I know I’ve made the headlines, but still.

“Does the police know about me and Mark?” I ask her. Does the public know? She shakes her head.

“The official version is that that boy was just a psychopath and that you were just unlucky.” She says.

“It was an obvious suicide, no one will ask any questions.” She adds. It’s… good? I guess. I put my phone on my ear.

“Who are you calling?”

“Bea.”

She picks up, and it feels like getting hit by a hurricane.

“ABIGAIL YOU FUCKING- WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!”

Little brat!

I explain her the truth, not the official version. She is shocked. She says I’m on the news. After fifteen good minutes, we hang up.

My mom checks her phone after it vibrated.

“Your man is here.” She says. My man! Let’s see if he can make it up to me with the food. My mom leaves, and a minute later she comes back in, with Mark behind her.

“Here’s the food.” He says, waving the two plastic bags he’s carrying. My mom sits on my right.

“I hope you like Swedish bread.” Mark says, pulling out a baguette sandwich for my mom. She smiles.

“Thank you very much.” She says, taking it. Mark unfolds the tray of my bed. From the other bag, Mark pulls out a white bowl with a plastic lid. My scalp prickles. I sit up in my bed. It hurts a little, but the painkillers are making it bearable.

“Soup for the strainer.” He says, dropping the bowl on my tray. Chicken soup?! I eye my bowl, incredulous.

“I said I wanted a cheeseburger.” I say. Mark ignores me deliberately, placing a spoon, a napkin and a bottle of apple juice on my tray. He gives a bottle of water to my mom and pulls out one for himself.

“And a cheeseburger for me.” He says, waving a square cardboard box in front of my eyes. The bastard! My mouth drops open, I’m outraged. How can he do this to me?

“Eat.” He orders before I can say anything. I glance down at my tray, speechless. Soup. Soup?!

I’m not eating that.

“Will the police want to hear me too?” I ask my mom, reminding Mark I’ve been shot and he shouldn’t be so cruel to me.

“I just called them. They’re coming tomorrow morning.” She says. Mark opens the plastic lid of my soup. I gaze at him, and he looks at me intently. I won’t eat this! It smells good-

“How long have you been together, already?” My mom interrupts my thoughts.

“Five months.” We reply in union. Our eyes meet, and I try to read into them. Should I smile? My mom interrupts my thoughts.

“Were there times you lied to me?” She asks. I think she knows the answer.

“Sometimes when I said I was at Bea’s. I knew you would never call Liz to check.” I reply. She sighs but remains silent. I look down at my tray. Soup! I don’t want soup. Fuck this. I hate everything.

“Eat, Abigail.” Mark orders. I glare at him. Getting bossy on top of that? He holds my gaze.

“What?” He asks, staring at me impassively.

“If you’re mad at me, just take it out. I’m freaking mad at you too. But you must eat.” He adds. In front of my mom!

“You’re mad at me?” I’m exasperated. I’ve received a bullet, yet he can be mad at me.

“Quite, yeah. Eat.” He mutters. Oh, joy!

“What did I do?” I ask him.

“Abigail, we can have this discussion later. Eat.” He replies dryly.

“I’ll eat if you tell me.”

“Miss Kraige, you are as challenging as ever. Eat.” I roll my eyes at him. He’s mad at me, he’s impossible when he’s mad, he doesn’t listen when he’s mad. I obey. We all eat in a heavy silent.

“Done.” I sigh, giving Mark my empty bowl with my spoon, my dirty napkin and the lid inside. Mark has one bite of his cheeseburger left.

“Good.” He says. He drops his cheeseburger on my tray and takes my empty blow. He bents to put it in a plastic bag. The opportunity is here. I take his last bite and put it in my mouth. There. Mark puts my empty bowl in a plastic bag before throwing it into the bin next to my bed. He looks back at my tray, and a confused frown knots his eyebrows together as he looks for his hamburger. He glares at me.

“You really are a little monster, you know that?” He says, making me grin. I can hear my mom giggling softly. Mark shakes his head, taking a sip of my apple juice. This definitely lightened the mood in the room. My stomach full, I lay on my back, sighing deeply.

“Tired?” Mark asks softly. I shake my head, lying.

“No?” He repeats.

“You look tired to me.” He says. No, I don’t want to sleep.

“I want to watch TV.” I murmur. Mark’s lips form a thin line.

“You always do this.” He sighs. Reproaches? Again?

“Do what?” I roll my eyes at him.

“Try to district yourself from what you’re feeling. You know I hate that.” He says. Why does he know me so well? It’s not fair. I don’t want to talk about what happened, he can’t force me.

“Abigail-”

“Stop calling me that!” I snap. I know why he calls me by my full name, and it makes me mad. I glare at him.

“What’s so funny?” I ask him, his small smile irritating me.

“Now you’re expressing your feelings.” He says, pleased, too pleased. He takes my hand in his.

“Go on. I’m listening.” He says. I sigh. I don’t want to talk about it, I want to forget. I turn to my mom, looking for help.

“Abigail, your friend killed himself right next to you. Don’t make us believe you’re just hungry and thirsty.”

“I’m mad.” I say, because that’s all I feel. I’m angry.

“At me?” Mark asks me.

“Yes, and at him too.” I reply.

“We’re listening.” He murmurs before kissing my knuckles. I look at my mom, and she smiles warmly at me, her hand caressing my cheek. Okay, I’m gonna cry.

“I’m mad at you because you told my mom about us when you knew I wanted to wait.” I say to Mark.

“I am mad because I wanted a burger, and because I want to know why you’re mad at me.”

“I am mad at Henry because he never talked to me about his problems.”

“What problems?” Mark asks me.

“He said he liked killing people.” I whisper quietly. Mark’s eyes widen in horror, and his mouth drops open. I hear my mom gasp.

“He was sick.” I add. They must know this; Henry didn’t want to be like this.

“He said he didn’t want to kill me, but that he felt the urge since I said no to him.” I explain. Mark looks mortified.

“That’s what he said?” My mom breathes. I nod. Mark closes his eyes as if in pain and sighs, squeezing my hand. When he opens them, they’ve softened.

“Go on.” He says to me.

“I am mad at him because he didn’t tell me he was feeling so bad. I mean, I was his friend, I could have been there for him.” Okay, I am angry, and guilty.

“I’m mad at him because he fucking spilled his brains on me and I was covered in his blood.” Guilty and traumatized.

“And I’m mad at myself because if I wasn’t being so selfish, maybe I could have done something.” I whisper, feeling my throat tightening. I feel like it’s too late. Like I arrived after the drama.

“But if I get past all those things, in the end,” Tears spring to my eyes as I realize Henry’s gone. Okay, he was a crazy psychopath, and I probably wouldn’t have talked to him if I knew, but who’s going to punch my chin when I say bad jokes? I remember what he always says to me before each full out. ‘Stay tight, do what you do. Be pretty and smile, chin up, because you’re not coming down.’ And he was right, our stunt group never came down, not even once. Oh, Henry, why?

I have to stop, Abby. For you.

“And it’s my fault.” I burst into still, surrendering in front of the mess I made. Why do I always have to mess things up? Someone died this time. My friend died. He’s gone.

Mark hugs me silently. And I cry, for a long moment, until my eyes are swollen and red.

“He was sick, and he said he killed people.” Mark murmurs, dropping a soft kiss onto my forehead.

“He didn’t deserve to die.” I reply. He was an amazing person, regardless his mistakes. Yes, it wasn’t the real him, but the him I know was like a brother.

“Neither did the persons he killed.” He says. I frown. I look at my mom, and she’s nodding.

“You think it’s for the best?” I ask both of them. They look at each other

“I think it was a drastic and painful solution.” My mom says. A solution? I can’t forget he killed people. Killing is wrong. But, really? Henry? A killer?

“What if he lied? What if he never killed anyone?” I propose, wiping my nose on the back of my hand.

“The police will investigate. You’ll have to tell them tomorrow.” My mom replies

“I think you should get some sleep now.” Mark says. Sleeping? Aguish grips at my heart, and I’m almost shaking. I don’t know if I can.

“No.” I shake my head. I’m scared. I know what’s going to happen. Mark gazes at me, his eyes sad.

“I don’t want to sleep.” I can’t help the pleading tone of my voice, the distress in my eyes. Mark’s eyes get even sadder, almost apologetic. He knows what’s going on. I’m going to have nightmares, and he can’t sleep with me. Could he? Will my mom be okay with that?

“I can’t be there when the police comes.” Mark says quietly. I know, I know. I nod, and he sighs.

“I’ll come back tomorrow.” He says, getting up from his seat. Don’t go. He strokes my hair and kisses my forehead.

“Please, try to sleep.” He murmurs against my forehead. He gazes down at me and take my chin in his hand. Don’t go. Don’t go. My heart sinks.

“Don’t cry.” Mark pleads. I know he hates seeing me cry. He’ll stay if I cry. I want him to stay. He can’t stay, I can’t cry. I swallow my tears back.

“Good night. I love you.” He kisses my lips. His lips! They’re gone too soon. I nod weakly. I can’t talk, or I’ll cry.

“Good night, Katherine.” He says to my mom.

“Good night.” She gives him a tight smile. The kiss made her mad. Mark gives me one last look, and then he’s gone. I don’t want to sleep, not without him. I feel empty.

After asking me more details about me and Mark, my mom passes out on her chair, exhausted. I only have me to entertain myself. Or maybe not. I haven’t been alone with Mark, I don’t know how he feels about all of this, about the baby. I grab my phone.

God dammit! I know he’s not the kind to talk about feelings via text. What was I expecting?

Fuck! Why does he always hatch his anger? I think he likes fighting with me. But why? And why is he mad?

I pull out my biggest weapon: love. I love him, he can’t stay mad at me.

My lips curl despite myself. He’s trying. But whatever, my phone is dead now. I sigh heavily, dropping my phone on the small table by my bed and close my eyes, but it’s to very long until Henry starts haunting me.

3

I knew she might be special. I just had a feeling. I thought, ‘if this ones special, maybe I can convince her to sign with me.’ From the minute she walked in the door, I never saw her again as a 14-year-old. I saw her incredible potential. She was so unique as a person. She was a giddy little girl, then, in a heartbeat, extraordinarily sophisticated. She was always smart.

-Scott Borchetta on meeting Taylor Swift

I wonder...

I’ve always wondered since I’ve figured myself out… Maybe you all would like to know a little bit more about me? Something you might not have known??

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, it’s because I haven’t been open about it. Not entirely. I’ve never been comfortable in my on body, and I knew there had to be a reason. I thought I had come to terms with myself, but I was just really happy over small victories.

I convinced my mom to cut my hair short, on my birthday she bought me shorts in the men’s section, she’s tried to get me to wear girly things but I’ve always refused so she’s gotten me shirts from the men’s section. She won’t let me wear pants from the men’s section, though. Maybe I can convince her for the remainder of my time under their roof??

I’ve always wanted to be a guy, and I have always hated hearing phrases like “Because you’re a girl” when I’ve asked why I can’t do some things. I’m always tried of hearing “You’ll grow out of it,” when I’ve told people I don’t like make-up and girly things. I’ve always detested them. People just smile and roll their eyes, I swear they do…

I’ve always been so frustrated by it all…

And I always thought I’d have to stay in this body.

Now I don’t.

I don’t have the money to transition how I’d like to, but I know what I want.

I want to be a man. I’m going to be a man. It’ll take time, but it’s going to happen. I’ve even got a new name for myself. Kaleb.

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I Didn’t Know (Part 3/3)

Pairing: Sam x Reader (endgame), a little bit of Dean x Reader
Summary: (AU!) Having an affair with Dean Winchester is never a good thing, especially when you’re best friends with his brother.  After getting caught with Dean, the reader must face the consequences.  Sam and the reader’s friendship is changed for forever.
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 2,775
Warnings: asshole!Dean (seriously, he’s pretty ooc), affair, ANGST, some pretty depressing thoughts
A/N: Ayyyye I couldn’t resist with the ending… As always, there is a 23488098% chance I’ll respond with a funny gif/nice words if you leave a comment/reblog with a comment/send me a message!

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Excerpt:

Suddenly, a loud knocking on the front door startled you out of focus. You pulled your headphones out and shut your laptop, surprised at the sudden interruption.  The knocking started again and you heard Sam grumble, “What the hell?” and go to open the door.

“Where is she?” The voice of the intruder shocked you to the core and you ducked out of sight.

“Dean,” Sam said, sounding just as surprised as you.

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A Little Magic Called Love (1/4)

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Summary: Arthur Kirkland and Alfred Jones have been friends since first year despite hailing from rival houses. After creating a lie to escape some unwanted romantic attention, Arthur gets more than he bargained for when all of Hogwarts comes to believe he and his best friend are dating! Now, the Slytherin and Gryffindor must fake a relationship just long enough to shake off Arthur’s unwanted suitor, but will it stay fake?  

A/N: USUK Pottertalia AU based off an RP between me and my best friend, Impossibilitygirl. Slytherin!Arthur and Gryffindor!Alfred. Fluff! 

A warm summer breeze wafted through the open windows of the eastern corridor sending the hems of black robes rustling against pairs of pristinely pressed pants and dark knee highs. Though it was the first day of classes at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, hardly a single soul was focused on anything related to new textbooks or fresh rolls of parchment and bottles of jet-black ink. The whole corridor was alive with excited chatter and laughter as students from all houses rekindled the friendships that had gone neglected over the summer holiday. Arthur couldn’t keep himself from feeling a tad envious of a group of Hufflepuffs he saw exchanging embraces in the adjoining courtyard. The Slytherin had yet to see his only the only person he had been waiting all summer and he was about to cross paths with the one he prayed he wouldn’t encounter so soon.

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espanholina  asked:

could you please do Marichat nº11 pleasepleaseplease?

11: “I may have accidentally said something and now my whole family kind of thinks we’re dating. Oops.”

(Marichat is my jam.  It got kinda long but I like it so please enjoy :D )

The annual Dupain Family Reunion was a week long event.  Dupains from all over France and the world crowded into Paris, crashing on the couches and floors of the ones who lived there, or splurging on hotel rooms to share.  Marinette’s bedroom floor, in particular, was a pile of sleeping bags and pillows, a dozen or so cousins having decided to camp out with her.

The first night of the affair was dubbed the Fancy Night, which, in all honesty, was a terribly boring name, but no one ever said the Dupains were particularly creative with words.  They had a huge hall rented out, big enough for the hundreds of cousins, where they’d dance and laugh and have a great time well into the night.

At least, that was the theory.

Normally, theory reflected practice, but Marinette was almost eighteen now, and apparently that meant her apparent lack of a boyfriend was appalling.  

“Come on, dear,” Tante Marie crooned.  “There’s got to be someone out there who’s captured your heart.”

Marinette sighed.  She was cornered by six aunts who were trying to wheedle a confession out of her, and a smirking Isla and Phoebe, who were saved from their own torture by Isla’s recent engagement and the fact that Phoebe had been dating someone for the last four years.

Hmm.  Maybe that could work.  Maybe she could pawn the attention off on the fact that Phoebe’s boyfriend still hadn’t proposed and then–she shook off the idea.  That would be mean.

But the probably still remained that there was nothing to reassure her aunts and that they’d brush off the only boy she could think to point out as a silly celebrity crush.

“Well,” she said–lied, really, “there’s not.”

“You’re getting too old, honey,” Tante Helene pointed out.  “When I was your age, I was married and already had a baby on the way.  You’re wasting away.”

“You don’t want to end up an old maid like me,” Tante Elaine assured her.  “You need to find someone soon.”

Marinette sent a pleading look at her cousins, and, thankfully, Isla took the opportunity to step in, handing her glass of wine to Phoebe.

“I can get information out of dear Marinette,” she said, grinning at the aunts.  She folded her hands in front of herself, staring into Marinette’s eyes.  “I’m going to ask you some questions are you’re going to say the first thing that pops into your mind, alright?”

Marinette nodded.  This couldn’t be too bad, right?”

“What’s your favourite colour?”

“Pink.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“None?”

“Do you think I’d look good with a bob?”

“Yes.”

“What’s two plus two?”

“Four.”

“What kind of animal is Nemo?”

“Clown fish.”

“Who do you have a crush on?”

“Chat Noir.”

Marinette punctuated her statement with a gasp, her hands coming to her mouth as if she could push the words back in.  Her aunts were sending her sad, knowing smiles, like look at this poor girl with her crush on a superhero, and Isla rested a hand on her shoulder.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting that,” Phoebe laughed.  “Our Marinette has high standards.”

“Hey, you realize that anything happening there is basically impossible, right?” Isla said softly.  “You don’t even know him.”

“I do know him,” Marinette grumbled.  What the hell was she doing?  Honestly.  She was digging herself deeper into a whole she wouldn’t be able to get out of.  “We’re friends.  He comes over sometimes and we hang out and eat cookies.”

There was a moment of silence before she was all but pounced on.  She blamed the wine for her inability to keep her mouth shut.

“You should snatch that boy up before someone else does,” Tante Margot instructed.

“Does he look as good up close as he does on the television?” Tante Gertrude wondered.  “That boy is a tasty looking one.”

“Has anything more happened when you’re “hanging out”?” Phoebe asked, making air quotes around the word with her fingers.  “He seems like the kind of guy who’d eat your cookies, if you know what I mean.”

Marinette shoved her cousin away.  “He’s not like that,” she protested.  “He’s really sweet and a huge dork and wouldn’t do anything that I wasn’t comfortable with.”

“Then you’d be comfortable with him–what was it you said, Phoebe, dear?–eating your cookies?” Tante Noele prodded, wiggling her eyebrows.  “I wouldn’t have any problem with it, if I were you.”

“He’s not–he hasn’t–he never eaten my cookies,” Marinette protested with a shudder.  “God, I’m never going to be able to look at a cookie again.  Thanks for that, Phoebe.”

“Anytime.”  Her cousin grinned.  “But seriously, Mar.  How far have you gone with Chat Noir?  I really don’t believe he just comes over for snacks and to hang out.”

“I’m not–we haven’t gone anywhere,” Marinette protested.

Isla stepped forward again, cracking her knuckles.  “I’ve got this, guys,” she said, focusing on Marinette.  “Answer with the first thing that pops into your head.”

Marinette’s eyes popped open and she sent her cousin a pleading look.  “Isla, I’m not–”

“What’s the capital of France?”

She sighed.  “Paris.”

“What’s my Fiancé’s name?”

“George.”

“Chocolate or Vanilla?”

“Chocolate.”

“How good of a kisser is Chat Noir?”

“Amazing.”


The rest of the night passed in a blur.  It was just her luck that she had to have been talking to her six most gossipy aunts when she said that, and news spread faster than wildfire.  Her cousins hardly left her alone, begging for details on what it was like dating a superhero, and she’d had to face an awkward conversation with her parents about why she’d keep something like this a secret from them.

And then, to top it all off, Oncle Maurice took the microphone from the DJ and announced her engagement, which meant she had to deny congratulations the rest of the night.

So, needless to say, Marinette was very happy to be back in her room with her cousins at the end of the night.  Sure, they wanted all the juicy details, but at least there was less people to have to talk to.

“Marinette, please tell us how you got together,” Adeline begged, hands clutched together and offering her best puppy dog eyes.

She glanced up at the trapdoor in the roof, letting out a sigh.  “Maybe later,” she offered.  “Just–get ready for bed, okay?”

Her cousins met her request with protests, but Isla just raised an eyebrow.  “So you’ll tell us everything after we’re ready for bed?” she confirmed.

“Yeah,” Marinette sighed, mounting the ladder.  “So I’ll be back in in a bit.  Just, uh, please don’t come up.”

“Where are you going?” Sophie asked, blinking up from the floor.  Her eyes widened and she let out a squeal.  “Is Chat coming?  Is he going to be on your balcony?  Oh, my god, Marinette!  You’re sneaking out to talk to your boyfriend!”

Her high-pitched screech was echoed in a dozen different voices, and suddenly everyone was clamoring to push past Marinette to get up the ladder.

“Wait!” she cried, and her cousins froze, pouting at her.  “Please, just, stay here okay?  He’s not going to come if he thinks you’re all still awake.”

Her statement was met with grumbling.

“We can’t even meet him?” Phoebe whined, lip stuck out in a pout.  “But, Mari, that’s not fair.”

Marinette sighed, running a hand through her hair.  Why was this happening?

“Maybe I can convince him to come down and meet you,” she finally conceded, holding up her hands against the squeals of delight.  “But!  I need to talk to him first.  Alone.  Got it?”

Isla let out a loud giggle, clapping excitedly.  “You know what talking really means, don’t you?” she asked, elbowing Monique in the side.  The younger girl shook her head.  “Marinette, you don’t have to lie.  We know you really want alone time with Chat Noir so you can make out with him.”

Another round of squealing erupted and Marinette sighed.

“Sure,” she agreed, pressing her fingers to her temples.  “But I can’t if you guys keep making so much noise because then he won’t even show up.”

Isla and Phoebe jumped into action, shoving everyone back onto the mountain of pillows and flicking off the lights.  The one by Marinette’s bed was still on, shedding enough light for her to catch the grins and winks.

“You won’t even know we’re here,” Isla assured her, flopping down on top of Valerie. “Go get your man, Mari.”


Chat’s ears twitched as he made his way to Marinette’s balcony.  There was definitely some whispering and shushing going on inside her bedroom, though it was too low for him to make out the actual words.  He sighed, disappointment sweeping over him as he slowed down.  It looked like he wouldn’t be able to visit his princess tonight.

He got closer to her roof, her balcony coming into sight, and, with it, the girl leaning against the railing.  He had to pause, smiling at the gorgeous picture Marinette made.  Her hair was down, falling around her shoulders in loose waves, and she was wearing a pink dress that fluttered around her knees in the slight breeze.

But what was she doing up here?  And why was there whispering in her room when she wasn’t even in there?

Marinette picked him out of the shadows, offering him a breathtaking smile and a nervous wave.  He grinned back making the last couple of jumps onto her balcony, and leaned in close, planting a kiss on the back of her hand.

“You’re looking paws-itively purr-ty tongiht, Princess,” he purred, pulling back to smile at her.

“He’s here!  Chat Noir’s actually here!”

“Shhh!”

“Did you hear that?  He called her princess!”

“Sophie!  Shhh!”

He raised her eyebrows at Marinette, shooting a glance at the trapdoor.  Marinette sighed, leaning back against the railing and offering a sheepish smile.

“They’re not going to come up,” she assured him.  “Yet, anyway.  They’re giving us some time.”

“Time to do what?” Chat wondered, grinning at the way Marinette’s face turned bright red.

“Make out,” she muttered, so quietly that Chat’s ears barely picked up the words.  His grin grew, and he leaned in closer.

“What was that?” he asked.  “I didn’t quite cat-ch it.”

Marinette rolled her eyes, pushing him away with a finger to his nose.  “We kind of have a bit of a problem.”

His grin dimmed and he lowered his voice.  “What kind of problem?”

“I can’t hear anything.  What are they doing?  Sophie, what do you see?”

“They’re just…standing there?  Really close, but they’re not making out.  They’re just whispering.  It’s probably really romantic whispers, though.”

Marinette sighed, her hands twisting together nervously.  “I may have accidentally said something and now my whole family kind of thinks we’re dating.”  The words came out in a rush and she offered him another sheepish grin.  “Oops.”

He blinked for a moment, before wrapping his arms around her and enticing a squeal from below that was quickly shushed.  “Well, it’s not like you lied to them, Princess,” he pointed out.

“I guess,” Marinette conceded.  “But it wasn’t like I meant to tell my family.  Not until Hawkmoth was gone and you could tell me who you were.”  She sighed again, resting her forehead against his chest.  “And my dad’s entire side of the family knows.  Oncle Maurice even announced it at the dinner tonight.”  She looked up at him through her eyelashes.  “They want you to come to the rest of the reunion.  I do, too.”

Chat grinned, pressing a quick peck to her forehead.  “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”  He tucked a claw under her chin, tilting it upwards.  “Now, we both know your cousins are watching.  Why don’t we give them what they’re waiting for.”

Marinette grinned back, twining her arms around his neck and stretching up to capture his lips with her own.

A squealed “Oh my god!  Guys!  Come look!  They’re kissing!” floated up from below and Chat pulled away, chuckling lightly.  Marinette looked up at him, biting her lip against her smile.

“Well, Chaton,” she said, her fingers trailing through his hair and down his neck.  “Are you ready to meet my family?”

Send me Writing Prompts :D

It was November 2, 2004. It was 7pm. I had received her promotional package a couple weeks prior. Her manager at the time had called me, and I had agreed to see them. I intentionally had them come in at 7pm because I knew that I was leaving (Universal Music), and I knew she might be special. I just had a feeling. I thought, ‘if this ones special, maybe I can convince her to sign with me.’ From the minute she walked in the door, I never saw her again as a 14-year-old. I saw her incredible potential. She was so unique as a person. She was a giddy little girl, then, in a heartbeat, extraordinarily sophisticated. She was always smart.
—  Scott Borchetta on meeting Taylor Swift

It is coming up on 2 weeks taking the new antidepressants. I don’t have miracles to report, but I do feel a little something. And if that little something grows into a bigger something, then I might even call it a result. But it could very easily stay a little something and I will have to try something else. It’s almost painful waiting to see how things turn out. I wish I could skip to the end. I’m not always good at patience. 

I see the doctor on Tuesday to give him a progress report. I don’t know if he’ll want to keep going with Wellbutrin a while longer, but I think it is worth a few more weeks of trial. I look forward to going back to his office because of the fishies. They have the most amazing aquarium in that office. It must be several hundred gallons. It has a giant porous rock that has little caves in it. The fishies pop in. The fishies pop out. It’s very exciting. I watched that thing for half an hour last time. 

I’m getting a haircut and a beard trim on Monday. My hair has become floppy and my beard is just wild and crazy. It’ll be nice to have them tamed a bit. I am so lucky to have found a lovely lady by the name of Mary. She drives to my house and cuts my hair. And then when I try to overpay her for her services, she then refuses to take it all. It’s a frustrating battle of wits. I think she deserves extra for coming all the way to the house. She thinks she is just doing a good deed and money isn’t the reason she does it. But this time I have a trick up my sleeve. Instead of overpaying her a lot, I’m going to try and overpay her just a little. That way maybe I can convince her to take the extra money. We can bargain like they do on Pawn Stars. Perhaps I’ll even bring in an expert to evaluate the cost of my haircut. 

I’ll be sure to post some before and after shots of my haircut. 

Later today I am going to try and get some shots of Otis playing and running in the yard. The weather has finally become reasonable and I have been wanting to do that for some time now. Stay tuned!

That’s all for now. Look forward to doctor visit news, a new haircut, and Otis pictures. 

Mini adventure: meeting an anti-got7 for the first time

so like every day, i come on to tumblr and scroll through my dashboard. you know how there’s this little section to the right where tumblr puts up suggested blogs you should follow? well, i happen to glance there and notice a certain blog title that caught my attention. so i viewed the blog and the first thing i see in the description is ‘I hate Got7 #anti.’ so i privately contact the person and discover she really is an anti-got7. not only that, she hated mark, jb, and jackson with a passion.

oh, she did not just go there…

so i ask her why she didn’t like got7. she said they were annoying. she said she didn’t even bother watching any of their mv’s or even giving them a chance - she just found them ugly and annoying. at this point, i was literally like 'dis bitch’

but then I was like: 'hey…maybe I can convince her to like got7 *le idea* so i managed to convince her to watch their show igot7, real got7 s1 + s2. 2 days later, she comes back all like

and realizes she made a mistake by not giving got7 a chance. she said that once she got done watching the first coupe of episodes of igot7, she was immediately hooked. but then she asked me what to expect and instead of saying jaebum’s dangerous smiles, jackson’s weirdness, mark’s hotness, bambam’s non-existing aegyo, jr’s nagging/being the umma, yugyeom’s habit of making fun of/picking on is hyungs, and youngjae’s derpness, all I say is 'good luck’

A Long Week

The series is as follows :

Mama Scully’s Party …. MorningUnderwearsMapsNachosFoul BallPromisesStayPhone CallsFlannel InterruptionAwakeningFriendly CompromisesScrabbleApart …  A Long WeekLightningMissing YouInterimStuffWaitingGoingHandsUnsteadyFearFastSlowRegardlessInto the DarkLightSurfboardsCurbsShowersBordersCanyonsSoakedIce CreamNever HappenedDeep SouthAlmostBlue-Suede ShoesUnwelcomeRemarkableStarsDoorbellsM&MsKneesHome

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Mulder occupied her dreams that night and kept popping into her thoughts at the most random of times as she brushed her teeth, drove into work, cursed out the idiot who cut her off in traffic. The kiss he’d given her appearing even more. She hadn’t asked him about it and he hadn’t offered, deciding it was probably best discussed when they saw each other again or not at all, given their track records of ‘why the hell would we talk about that?’.

Her mind settled down as soon as she walked into Skinner’s office, however, the man forgoing a ‘hello’ for, “the pathology guy at the Academy just had an appendectomy and they called to see if you were available to fill in for the week, starting this afternoon?”

Hesitating for a moment, she held up the pile of papers in her arms, “we need to get through this first.”

“It’s either you or Barrington.”

He got the reaction he wanted by dropping the name, watching her wrinkle her nose in dislike, “Barrington? Might as well give the students crayons and tell them to color Bert and Ernie for a week.” Dropping the stack with an ‘oomph’ on the empty conference table, “what time do I have to be there and how many classes?”

The morning was spent deciphering Mulder’s chicken scratch notes and organizing scattered ideas into a cohesive report that Skinner could pass along when necessary and Scully could back up with science if and when she was drilled about its contents. The headache both had by the time they were done was evident by the bottle of Tylenol Skinner shook in her direction, “need one?”

“One is an understatement. I need at least three and a beer to chase it with.”

He gave her a weary smile, “no drinking in class.”

Waving a water bottle at him, “sure, then believe me when I tell you this is water.”

“You got that from the fridge in here.”

“Kimberly and I have come to an understanding about the ‘special’ water in there.”

Skinner just shook his head, “she and I have, too. Only take the ones with the green lids.”

Scully laughed, “I’m gonna head out, if we’re done here?  I need to go get caught up before class.”

Her boss nodded, “tell Mulder I hope his mother feels better soon and not to worry about getting back. I’ll hold whatever cases I can until he returns.”

“Thanks.”

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Teaching was like riding a bike, to use a sad and clichéd cliché, but it was. She got up there, did her thing, answered questions, corrected wrongs, interjected past cases when appropriate and kicked the class out early when her phone rang.

It was like she never left, “Scully?”

“Hey, it’s me.” The din of the students exiting had him wondering immediately, “where are you? Some weird Monday night frat party?”

She chuckled as she gathered her things, “no. Skinner’s got me filling in at the academy for somebody who went out with appendicitis.”

“Slash and dash?”

“One of them. The other is basic anatomy and physiology, which is just getting out now.”

“Why’d you get stuck with them?”

Joining the line of students heading out the door, “it was me or Barrington.”

Two states away, Mulder wrinkled his nose in a mirror image of Scully’s earlier, “might as well just send them home for the week.”

“That’s what I said, well, I mentioned coloring Bert and Ernie but the same principle applies.”

They talked while Scully walked to her car and on her drive home, Mulder filling her in on his mom and Scully detailing him about her morning with Skinner and her afternoon with the students. Sooner than later, she was in her kitchen, heating up a late dinner and hating to do it but telling him goodnight, “I need to read through tomorrow’s lectures and see what kind of cases apply.”

He had absolutely no desire to sever his connection to her, “I have an idea.”

Stirring the leftovers from Sunday night with her fork, “is it a good idea?”

“Of course. I think that we should hang up, finish dinner then you call me back and we hash out your lesson plan together. I’m bound to be full of really good examples of weird crap that those kids’ll eat up.”

She didn’t really need to think about it, “I’ll call you back in about a half-hour, alright?”

“Deal.”

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Tuesday morning was spent in the basement, digging up cases and evidence for class and the afternoon was spent entertainingly teaching the wide-eyed future of the FBI. Scully thoroughly enjoyed how curious about Mulder’s case examples the trainees were and she smilingly accepted compliments as the students filed past her at the end of the session, asking if they would be able to meet Agent Mulder in the next few days.

She optimistically told them it might happen but to not hold their breath, which they understood, Scully having mentioned his mother in the first few minutes of the first class.

“They loved you, Mulder. They are clamoring to meet you and will probably ask for photos and your autograph.” He wasn’t as enthusiastic as she expected and she switched gears, “everything okay? Did something change?”

“She woke up but she’s having a real hard time. She can’t remember anything from the last few days and when she first woke up … she … she didn’t even remember me.”

Scully has such a strong urge to touch him it physically hurt to know she couldn’t, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. She remembered after a few minutes.”

Voice now in a whisper, “I wish I could give you a hug right now.”

Equally as quiet, “I wish you could, too.”

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Wednesday passed in much the same way, Scully having to clarify some items from their last case in the morning. Her afternoon classes were good, Mulder’s casework making several appearances once again, this time with concrete examples, including filled specimen jars, Tombs’ xrays and the broken tail of Eddie VanBlundht, Sr.

When Mulder called later that evening, he told her his mother’s surgery had gone well, her heart was back in working order but the doctor was keeping her in the hospital a few more days, given her age and her previous conditions. Laying back against his piled pillows, “so what do you think I do after this?”

Scully, curled on her side in bed, phone wedged under her ear, “what do you mean?”

“Do I move her closer to me? Do I let her go home and then check in with her more often? Does she move in with my aunt, which has apparently been suggested several times but my stubborn mother has refused to do?”

As much as she knew Mulder loved his mother, she was very surprised they hadn’t killed each other yet, their personalities and pasts diverging years ago with almost no chance of a full recovery, “you’re gone so much, Mulder. Having her close to you doesn’t seem any more of a solution then letting her live alone three hours away. The aunt might be the best thing, although I imagine she can’t be that young either. Would she be able to take care of your mom?”

“Apparently, I’ve never told you that my aunt is almost 15 years younger than my mom. She’s not much older than I am, maybe 10 years at most and her and my mom get along fairly well, actually.”

“I thought you mentioned knickknacks and dried flowers and funeral parlor wallpaper?”

“I did. She may be younger but she still decorates old.”

Scully had to smile at that, “Well, then, I think maybe that’s the way you start steering your mom. I mean, it’s her choice but maybe the two of you can convince her.”

Mulder yawned, his long day of mostly sedimentary-ness making him exhausted, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? I’m about to fall asleep and you don’t need to be listening to me snoring in your ear.”

“I don’t mind it at all but the phone bill would probably be astronomical by the morning.”

“G’night, Scully.”

“G’night.”

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On Thursday, Scully made it to her mother’s house just in time for the second round of Shepherd’s Pie, having rushed her students by being honest, telling them that a homemade meal awaited her exactly 26 minutes from the parking lot. Given that all of them would have killed for a homecooked meal at that point in their education, they thanked her for her teaching and told her to drive safely and if possible, bring them some leftovers.

Maggie met her at the front door with a steaming plateful of food so aromatic Scully wondered if it was possible to bottle the smell and wear it as a perfume. She stopped mid-walk to the kitchen when she had the very sudden and very vivid image of Mulder licking first behind her ear, then smacking his lips at the flavor of her. She had to do a little hop, skip, slide in order to catch back up with Maggie, wanting to avoid having to stammer an answer as to why she suddenly went very red in the face and very unfocused in the eyes. Taking the plate her mother had been leading with, she breathed the scents in deeply a second time, “I love you so very much right now.”

“Are you talking to me or the plate, dear?”

“Um, you … mostly.”

“Then you’ll love me more when I get the strawberry shortcake out.”

“I am so hungry, you have no idea.”

She refrained from too much drinking, knowing she needed to drive home later but did indulge in a small glass of wine, which she sipped as the evening progressed. She had hoped the night would provide a distraction but her thoughts kept drifting elsewhere, causing one losing hand after another, until finally she lay down her final play and stood up, “I think I’m gonna go out back for a little while.”

No one questioned her, simply nodding and telling her to come back, they would deal her in whenever she was ready. Giving smiles around the table, Scully headed outside, choosing the hammock over the chairs to recline on.

The moon was a simple sliver just below the edge of the trees, not providing enough light to block out the stars above her. Swinging gently back and forth, she let her mind slow down, allowing the noise of work dissolve, leaving a comfortable void to be filled by unbidden yet not unwelcome thoughts of her partner.

She wanted him to come home.

She wanted to go to him.

She wanted them to somehow meet in the middle and ignore the rest of the world.

She wanted to tell him how much she missed him constantly underfoot, making bad jokes, filling her life with nonsensical amusement and irrational happiness, neither of which, until the last four days, did she realize she adored so very much. Her phone was out and dialing his before she could think about it but to her great disappointment, it went straight to voicemail.

“Hey, it’s just me. Thought I’d call and see how things were going. Any idea when you might be back? Your fish wrote ‘we miss Mulder’ in the algae growing on their tank. Anyways, hope everything’s all right and you’re getting some sleep or eating dinner with your mom or something. Talk to you later.”

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Mulder parked down the street, in front of Betty’s house, so not to give away his sudden and what would be a very surprising appearance to the ladies in the house. He could see some of them through the front door once he made it up the walkway but then didn’t notice him. Knocking, he watched Maggie turn and head his way in confusion before her face lit up in a smile of recognition. Tugging the door open, she pulled him into a hug, “Fox?! What are you doing here? Dana said you were still with your mother.”

“I was but I decided I needed to come home for a day or two, check out my fish, make sure my apartment’s still standing, hang out with my Thursday night ladies.”

Hugging him again, she shut the door and led him into the kitchen, where he was greeted with smiles and quiet helloes, inquiries and finally knowing looks as they older women all saw his gaze sweep over them, looking for one red-head in particular.

Maggie patted him on the arm, pointing outside, “she went out on the deck about an hour ago and fell asleep in the hammock.”

Not wanting to appear too eager to see her, he stopped himself from rushing out the door, “how are things here?”

Maggie turned him by the shoulders, “would you just go outside?”

With an embarrassed smile, he headed out the door, closing it behind him.

“Maggie?”

“Yes?”

Janet looked at her but spoke for the crowd, “if they don’t get it together very soon, we’re going to lock them in a room and throw away the key.”

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Scully had no idea why but her dream went from cold, shivery images of snow and driving wind to her in a cozy house, fire in the fireplace and Mulder curled up beside her on the couch, keeping her warm. Snuggling in deeper to her dream Mulder, she had no idea the real one was pressed just as tightly around her.

Houston, we have progress! The above is a screenshot of my current 3ds Max screen.

I hope to finish this set over the weekend, I am halfway through meshing the final two chairs so they should be done by tomorrow. All items can be considered low-to-medium poly items, since I wanted to make them accessible to all types of PCs. I dropped the ambition to mesh desk-related clutter in favour of three different types of desk and chairs (though, technically, it is 2 chairs and 1 stool) within the same design style. The clutter I shall do… well… in some other set! Or maybe I can convince Sandy to convert some of her TS3 desk-stuff to TS4 :P Otherwise this set will become way too large and take way too long!


Also: Looking for tester!

I am looking for a few people who would be willing to test these items in their game once I finish them. I am not expecting any major problems but I want to make sure the set is as perfect as I can get it before its official release. If you would be willing to help me test, drop me a note on Tumblr with your email and I will send you the download link once the set is finished.