my turn to be brave

When galaxies collide

AN: I wrote this some time ago and felt like sharing it because it’s not too bad. While reading, please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language, so  excuse any possible mistakes.


The way he looks at me is irritating.

His eyes never seem to leave me. They’re following me through the room, a solid blue wall. Blue as crayons. They’re extraordinarily ordinary.

I try not to let him notice how he unnerves me. I try to ignore him and his stupidly blue eyes. His tawny skin and his unruly curls. Everything about him is golden and so bright that it looks like he belongs in space. Somewhere far away. Definitely not here.


This boy looks like he belongs to another planet. His skin is an indescribable mixture of reds and browns and it shimmers like pixie dust. His hair is dark and way longer than mine and it falls over his shoulders, framing his face, making it look at least a bit softer. Because his cheekbones are sharp and his eyes are hard and he scowls all the time.

He should make me feel uncomfortable. I should be scared by him.

But I’m not.

He seems to be drawing me in. I can’t stop watching him, how he moves around. He talks to no one and no one talks to him. Does he feel alone? It seems like there are galaxies between me and him.


I finally know where he belongs. He’s the sun that is missing in the galaxy I call my life. He completes my very own sun-system. He still hasn’t stopped looking at me.

And when I hear people slowly leaving the room, I decide that I should be brave once in my life.

I turn and look at him. Right into his ridiculously blue eyes.

My breath catches and for a moment, he is all that I can see. He’s the centre of my everything. He’s every nice thing I can think of.

But then he looks away and the moment is broken.


His grey eyes seem to have unsettled something deep inside of me. Something I was afraid do wake, something I never wanted to think about. He’s still holding my gaze and it hurts, looking at his face hurts. It makes me think of how much I want to talk to him, screw his intimidating looks.

So I break the eye-contact.

Then I stand up.

And start to make my way towards him.


Within seconds he’s in front of me, making my stomach turn. I can’t name the look on his face. Is he angry because I stared at him? Shouldn’t I be the one who’s angry?

But then he interrupts my thoughts by saying: “You don’t talk to anyone.”

It surprises me. It’s not even a question, it’s a simple statement. What am I supposed to answer to this? I don’t want to scare him away, he’s even more beautiful up close.

“That’s none of your fucking business.”

Oh great.


He spits out a rude answer, but I can’t really blame him, since my question was probably the least eloquent thing I could have said.

“Well,” I stutter, trying to regain my composure. “I just wanted to ask if I could sit with you.”

There’s a flicker of something in his eyes and I hope that he’ll say yes.


This boy is going to be the death of me. Now that he’s standing right in front of me, I can see that his face is sprinkled with tiny freckles. There’s an edge of one of his teeth missing, which makes him look way younger. He’s making me feel sick. But the good kind.

He asked if he could sit with me and if I weren’t so absolutely incompatible with human beings, I would have said yes by now. But I still haven’t answered his question and he’s still looking up at me with his blue eyes, chewing on his plump bottom lip.

Before I can think to much about this, I feel my mouth opening.


“If you insist,” he mumbles and for a moment, I’m worried that he’s irritated by me and is just surrendering because he wants me to stop talking. But then he shoots me a half-smile and it feels like gravity has lost its hold on me.

I smile back at him, already planning to tell Penny all of this as soon as I enter our flat. Although he seemed so far away at first, almost like he lived on another planet, I can’t feel the galaxies dividing us any more. Now we’re circling around each other. As if he’s as focused on me as I am on him.

But then he frowns.


He beams at me and I can’t help but try to memorize all of his expression, in case I’m not seeing it again. Or at least, not directed at me.

We’re both silent for a moment, standing in the middle of the empty room and staring at each other. Then I remember that I don’t even know his name.

His face falls when I stop smiling and I immediately want to comfort him, tell him that I didn’t change my mind, that I’m just thinking, but I’m not exactly known to be empathic in public.

“What’s your name?”, I ask, cringing internally at how emotionless my voice sounds.

He relaxes, ruffling his curls as his smile returns.

“Simon. Simon Snow.”

Oh well, at least we both have ridiculous names.


He grins when he hears my name, and I immediately feel self-conscious. My name is one of the things I will never not be embarrassed about.

I have already opened my mouth to say something when he cuts me off.

“Don’t worry, I’m not making fun of you. Would be a bit hypocritical if you consider that my name is Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch. You can call me Baz though.”

I snort, feeling relieved. His name is as extraordinary as he is and even though there’s no way I’m going to remember all of it, I still like it. It sort of fits him.


My stomach does a somersault when Simon says, “We match, I guess.”.

We do not match, we absolutely don’t. But that doesn’t stop me from trying.

A Bughead Drabble

Don’t judge me. Don’t hate me. Lol.

“You keep calling me Juliet.”

She looked me dead in the eye as if she was almost mad, never had I seen such a reaction to what most girls would consider quite a compliment from the circles of romantic literature.

I more or less see it as either a satisfying comment to make a girl fall for you or the most annoying and unsatisfactory series of events that lead to nothing but frustration. Is that not the love ballad of Romeo and Juliet?

She tightens her long blonde ponytail and then spins on the balls of her feet to look at me, slapping her hands to the sides of her hips. “And can you please find another way to get up here!” she says rushing to the window, scowling at my ladder leaning against her window. “My parents will kill me, Romeo!”

I try not to make it so obvious that my voice has hitched in my throat and I straighten my beanie before smiling at her. “Don’t say I’m your Romeo, Bets. I never have been.”

She frowns a bit and I can almost hear her mind ticking. Betty Cooper has always had a way of expressing her thoughts through the looks on her face. I have known her for so long, I was somewhat of a clairvoyant to a small group of people that we call our friends.

She must have felt she had  offended me, forgetting that good ol’ Juggie doesn’t have the sensitive heart that her beloved Archie does. “But-bu-” I cut her off.
“But that would be fair Archie Montague,” I say, giving her a wink which earns me a shove on her behalf.

She sits back down on the edge of her bed and lays back, her lacy dress riding up and as much as I wanted to look away, be a decent human being and the respectable young man I have tried oh so hard to make myself into, I couldn’t help but notice how her blushed skin was reaching further up and up and…


I snap my head away from her smooth legs and quickly up to her face. “Yeah?”

“I got a message from V, you interested in a bit of a bite?”

I didn’t want to admit it, but I was hunting for an excuse not to go. I had blown Archie off but unfortunately, he is not blind and he will see the ladder leaning against Betty’s picket fenced house. My hands had been so deep in my pockets for a while now and I wonder if she’s noticed but I shake my pockets. “No money.”

Betty laughs and runs her teeth over her bottom lip. “And I will have your back – or Veronica will.”

My face blushes but it shouldn’t – dad had given me a one hundred dollar bill when I crossed him in the street just yesterday which I start fingering in my pocket. “Bets…”

“If it’s too much of a girly date for you, we’ll call Arch to join us.”

I cock an eyebrow. “And detach him from the string and wood connected to his side? I dunno Bets,” I say teasingly.

I scan around her room while she lays down with her head in her hands. So many trinkets, such a big room. So much space and flowers and photos of her and Archie, photos of us three when we were kids, polka dots, lace. So much lace. “So much lace,” I voice out loud.

She sits up and sniggers a bit. “I hate it…”

“So much lace from the top of your bed to the edge of your thighs,” I mutter but I immediately bite my tongue because why the hell did I say that out loud? The lace may be pink and creeping up her body like a vine but I should not be paying so much attention…

Betty sighed and ran a hand over her hair. “It’s so girly. I keep saying that but I never do anything about it.”

I shrug and sit down next to her. “Make it womanly then?”

Betty rolls her eyes and shoves me again, making my body move and unbalance. “Nothing about me is womanly…” she looks down and blushes, red spreading along her face and neck. “Sorry Juggie, I’m being awkward…”

Again Betty Cooper has left me with a lump in my throat and I try not to make it so obvious. “Well, your shirt tells me otherwise,” I say, reaching over and brushing my fingers along her collarbone and begging to brush the swell of her breasts.

She forms goosebumps where my fingers were and shudders a bit. “Have you always been good with your words?”

“Are they working?” I ask a little too loudly. “I’m joking, it’s like a coping mechanism – the more I use my mouth, the less people ask of me. It’s like they don’t know what I’m talking about half the time.”

She licks her lips and rolls over on her bed to face me. “I wonder how well you use that mouth, Jug,” she seems to say in a whisper but I think I have turned supersonic because it feels like it is the loudest thing I have ever heard. “But I am more intrigued in wondering what that brain knows.”
Her chest rises and falls and her hands move up to rest on my forearm. The many times that I’ve stared into the blue eyes of Betty Cooper have not seem to have prepared me for how deep a blue  her eyes are or the spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Not the meet ups in the tree house, not the sleepovers at Archie’s that she would crash, not the years we’ve spent in the same class had prepared me. Nothing prepared me and I appreciate not being prepared because she seems that much more… sexy?

“My mind?” I try and say steadily. “Well, my mind tells me that you’ve moved on from the Romeo that is Archie.”

Her gentle hands seem so heavy as they move down my body, edging the end of my shirt and then long fingers touching my skin along my hips and onto my torso. “I want to be brave, Juggie.”

I turn to her too now, gripping my lip with my teeth, trying not to shake or feel too much of her hands on my skin. My lips and teeth can feel the heat of her mouth. Shit, if this is what gets me riled, then so be it. Connecting of the minds first has definitely played it’s role in my longing for Betty. As much as I wished I still thought of Betty as my friend, the wishes were being pushed out to the side, punched and mauled by what I am starting to detect is… love?

We stared. She smiled. Her lips brushed mine. Her hands grew bolder, they moved up and down me, her chest pushed against mine. She opened her mouth and took my lip from my own teeth and in between hers.

“Looks like you’re the brave one, Bets.”

My hands snake up under the lace, my teeth are on her neck and the smell of vanilla is so strong, my nose burns. She arches her back to get closer and I use that mouth she had just questioned to show her what it can do.

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*Devastated* “Do you think we would be meant to be together if you weren’t enough? Why do you think like that? You are.. more than enough… you are… everything I need, everything I always wished and more. How can I make you believe me? I’ve been waiting for you my whole life…”


“You see this? This is all because of you… my powers work because of you… they are meant to protect you. If you can’t believe my words, believe nature. This is who we are and my love for you grows stronger by the day”


*Decides to give you your space, but he’s always watching, he’s always protecting you, he’s always loving you* “One day… you’ll see that you are the air I breathe, you are the energy that gives me life. One day you might realize you are more than enough, probably more than I even deserve… and that day, I’ll be here, standing by your side”


*Runs away with you* “If the pressure is too much, all you have to do is tell me and I’ll take you away from the pack for a couple of days. Babe… I love you so much I can’t even explain it, but if you want to wait and be ready… I’ll wait with you. I’ll be here through your break downs, in your happy moments, everyday. Don’t be afraid to love me, don’t be afraid of me”


*The moment he hears the rumors he runs to find you* “I’ve been looking for you… I heard what you… feel. I don’t know how to convince you to stay… and be with me… so I’ll just prove myself to you. I want you to see… how much you mean to me, how important you really are. And this isn’t just about the mate bond. This is real, my feelings for you”


“Everything you feel… I feel too. It hurts… and yet I’m not sure how to make it stop. I want to help, but I’m scared too. It’s too beautiful it paralyzes me, you are too beautiful and pure. I’m yours Y/N, I’ll always be. So there’s time, all the time you need to be ready, I’ll be here to make it less hard”


*He’s at the edge of breaking down* “Please… don’t go. Please… stay with me, I’ll do everything… you are my life, my only one. This life seemed meaningless until the day I found you, that day I took the risk and almost lost my life, just to be with you. You are more than enough, you are my other half”


*Looks for you everywhere, until he finally finds you hiding, alone and suffering* “I thought I lost you for a moment, I thought you were gone for good. Is it really what you want, because I’ll respect it babe… but you have to know I love you and it breaks me seeing you like this. I want to heal you with my love, stop all those insecurities with my care, I want you to find home in my arms. Tell me, are you scared that I won’t love you? Because that’s just impossible…”


“Why didn’t you tell me sooner you felt that way? This is all my fault… I’m sorry jagi… It’s impossible for you to not be enough. I never told you this but… I waited for years to find you, not just the girl meant to be with me, but you. You’ve been in my dreams since I have memory… you are the only one I want, only one I will ever love. You are my girl.”


*Feels useless, like it’s all his fault. Feels that maybe he’s the one not good enough* “I’m scared of losing you, I’m scared that one day you’ll go and never turn back. My heart beats fast when I see you, I become brave but I’m also afraid, because I’ve been waiting… my soul has been waiting a thousand years. I love you, darling please don’t be afraid, please let me in your heart. I won’t let anything stand between us”


*Prince has to come and save his princes, he always does* “I know you have doubts, I know being with someone that makes your heart beat that way scares you. But my love is genuine; I’ll take all those doubts away. Please take my hand, be by myself, because without you I die everyday”


*He can’t think if you are not there, he goes crazy if you aren’t there* “The thing is… that you are everything to me. You are all I’ll ever need and I’m probably the one who’s not enough for you. You are the princess and I’m just some boy, someone who doesn’t deserve you. So I’ll fight for you, for your love. Because you are my reason to live”

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

Are You Alone?

There were a lot of advantages to working in a small, three person office; no gossip, no drama, and a grateful, genuinely kind boss who recognized how vital her two employees were to keep things running. There were downsides, too, like not having anyone new, or at least different, to talk to for forty hours a week and the generally slow nature of the business, which meant I probably spent more time surfing the net than I did doing actual work.

In the beginning, it was pretty much ideal; I did the work that came my way and then spent the rest of my day doing whatever I wanted (within reason, the boss lady still liked to believe I was being productive). After a couple years, however, it had started to get pretty old. The job was dull and unfulfilling and I got zero satisfaction out of it, but I was far too loyal to Tanya to leave, so I was stuck in a sort of limbo.

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So this was actually a lot harder to write than I thought it would be. I have two outcomes this could have, and the ending depends on the reader’s interpretation. I did have another alternate ending that I could post I guess if y’all are interested.

Anyway, this was mine and @natmidd ‘s take on Shang falling in love with Mulan before he knew she was a girl, pretty much these two posts right here resulted in this piece. I hope you like it! 


“When did you realize that you were in love with me?”

She asked that while we ate under the cherry blossom tree in the yard. I sipped at my tea and pondered her question. I couldn’t lie to her.

“I fell in love with Ping first, but you’re Ping so I love you too.”

She dropped her chopsticks, the rice scattered on the blanket. I saw her looking at me out of the corner of her eye. She asked, “What about when you fell in love with Mulan?” Her tone was careful, tentative, like it was she was in enemy territory.

“It was anger first, but then relief at the thought that I could love Ping and Mulan at the same time.”

Mulan turned to look at me, her brows scrunched together like she didn’t know whether to be hurt or upset. I couldn’t bring myself to meet her gaze. I looked down and fiddled with the blossom in my hands. Her eyes tracked my every movement and I lifted my hand to smell the delicate flower. China’s pride and joy, just like she is, my pride and joy. She is to be my wife soon, but will I love her as I love Ping?

“It sounds like you’re only marrying me because you think I’m still Ping.”

And there it was. The anger laced in her voice. The hurt. She turns her body to face me completely, telling me that this outing no longer has the romance that she wanted.

“I don’t think you’re still Ping, Mulan. I know that you’re a woman, I know that you love me, and I know that you lied to save your father. I know that he was only a lie.”

She placed her hands on her hips. She wanted to say something, but I could not turn to look at her because I know she’ll be disappointed in me.


Her voice was so gentle and she was pleading, just like he did…just like she did when I threatened to throw her out of the camp. My hand clenches and the blossom is crushed. My mind shouts for me to let the mangled flower go. But I can’t. Just like I can’t look her in the eye and tell her that I love Ping, and I love her because how else could I keep him?

“Shang please look at me.”

My neck cramped from tense muscles as I turned my head to face her. Her face was determined, she was so brave, yet so feminine. The way her hair was done up into a bun that so closely resembled his, her face painted to make her skin look paler, her lips redder and plush. She was a beautiful woman and I am touched that she has chosen me as her husband.

“I…I love you Mulan, but you aren’t my first love.” I hear myself finishing my thought out loud, but she needed to hear it and I couldn’t will myself to stop. “I had to learn to love you…”

When I didn’t need to learn to love Ping.

Her tiny hands poke out of large sleeves. She bit her lips and moved closer toward me. I watched as she turned to rest on the bark of the tree with me.

“Do you remember what I said to you in the mountains?”

“When you came back to tell us about the Huns.” My voice was low.

“I told you ‘You said you’d trust Ping. Why is Mulan any different?’”

“You did.”

She grew quiet and for a moment, it was just the sound of the branches in the gentle spring wind shaking more of its blossoms on us and our ruined lunch.

“Was that your way of telling me?”

I didn’t respond. She looked dejected but put her soldier face on. I turned to look at the landscape in front of us, she was looking up at the sky.

“I remember, not long after I became the Hero of China, you were distracted. We were sitting here and you were cleaning your sword.” Her tone sounded far away, and her eyes were wide and unblinking as she lost herself in the memory. I winced as I recalled the same memory.

“I couldn’t possibly pass up the opportunity to scare the great General Li Shang, so I thought that I might act like a messenger boy. But…when I said your name you turned around with the brightest of smiles on your face…you opened your mouth to say his name but when you saw me there was…almost a look of disappointment…like you missed Ping.”

Whatever I thought to say didn’t matter, because she kept talking. Her eyes grew glassy and her voice was shaky as she spoke.

“That night I still thought about it, the way you looked so overjoyed to see him, and how you reacted as if I delivered the news of his death. I guess, in a way I did kill him. You were…infuriated when you found out I was a woman. After the Huns, I only thought of it as a way for you to save face in front of the troops and your advisor, we got along so well just prior to my reveal and I could see the hints of love in your eyes, in your smile, in your voice. And because I loved you already I forgot….”  

She inhaled and dabbed under her eyes to not ruin her makeup from tears.

“I forgot that I was Ping.”

What could I say to her? She had every right to be upset. She tried so hard to be a good woman, to try and settle down, even after she became an icon to China.

“Mulan, I love you, but I can’t love you like I loved Ping.”

She looked dazed, her eyes were puffy and her nose was red even though she did not cry. She turned to me and looked at me like I was her general again.

“I love you too Shang, and I’m sorry that you fell for my lie. But I don’t want you to love me like Ping. I want you to love me as Mulan.”

“And what if I can’t do that?” I asked, only a breath away from tears myself.

She smiled, there was no tightness to it, no sense of malice or ill intent. She looked at me like I was still the love of her life. I smiled back, but it hurt to do so. She kissed my cheek.

We didn’t say much after.


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Pairing: Finn Balor x original character

Summary: Finn and reader sitting in a tree. R-E-A-D-I-N-G because learning is important.

A/N: I don’t only write for Finn, but Finn is my muse and I can’t help it. This is for the prompt #47 “Are you- Are you flirting with me?” and I definitely had no plans about how to write this one, so it’s a mess! Woo, yeah.

“Come on! Get up here!” Finn shouts down at me.

I stretch my arms into the air and groan, “No! I’m heading back, I’m tired!”

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Just some matching Loki and Thor!Jane Foster headers & icons… for reasons (art by @russelldauterman) insp @zionqt 

There are just a few icons under the cut too.

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[So this fic was requested anonymously and contains mild smut. Enjoy!]

If you think you feel stupid, you will end up looking stupid. I repeated over and over again in my head as I tried to muster some semblance of confidence. Squaring my shoulders I tried not to shiver too violently as the line moved at a snail-like pace and the harsh wind and snow bit at my exposed flesh.
           The masked bouncer said nothing when I finally got to him, he simply extended a large hand and I set the bills into his palm. When I got inside my jacket was taken from me and I walked across the marble floors to the staircase instead of the packed elevator. Everything was gold, the winding staircase, the sculptures of naked men and women on the walls, the person that dangled from aerial silks above the lobby.
           I trailed my fingertips across the railing, arriving on the fifth floor. I could hear the pulsing music from within, a masked man and woman slipped into one of the private areas and slammed the door behind them. Adjusting my own mask I slipped into the club with an electric energy pulsing through my veins.

***Harley’s P.O.V***

           I sat in my Puddin’s lap absently stroking his chest while he talked business with three yahoo’s that bored me to splinters. They were smart guys right enough, they made us decent money too, but boy were they a snooze. Casting a glance around the club my gaze landed on a little red dress. It was a cute halter dress, retro, and velvet. The skirt went to about mid-thigh and my eyes trailed down her leg to her strappy pumps before moving slowly back up again. She was cute, she wore a black lace mask and her lips were as red, velvety, and inviting as her dress.
           I must have made a sound of some sort because Mister J turned his head to look at me. His gaze followed mine and a small purr escaped him.
           "Now, now, honey. You know the rules,“ his trailed down my jaw and I met his cool blue eyes.
           "Please Puddin’, pretty,” I moved my index and middle finger in a playful walking motion up his chest, “pretty, pretty, pretty, please.”
           His eyes narrowed, moving back to the girl who was at the bar now. With my eye still on her I leaned closer, whispering in his ear.
           "Do I have to get on my knees and beg?“ I grazed his earlobe with my teeth.
           "Maybe later.”
           He turned back to his men so I decided to take that as my cue to have a little fun.


           I set my last glass on the counter feeling warm and there was a fantastic buzz in my brain that turned me to the dance floor. A slow song was playing; one that made me feel even warmer and I ran my hands slowly up my thighs as I rolled my hips as I trailed my hands up my body and ran my fingers through my hair.
           I felt someone else’s hands grip my hips as they came up behind me; I felt their breath on the back of my neck as they moved my hips the way they wanted. Turning to face them my eyes widened a fraction and I instinctively took a step back, but she pouted and pulled me back to her by the skirt of my dress.
           "What’s wrong? You don’t like me?“
           Quite the contrary. My gaze flicked to her lips then back to her eyes, a knowing smile lit her face and she began to move. I watched as she lowered herself in front of me, shimming her hips before rising again and I began to move to. I could blame my hands moving to her waist on the liquid courage but it wasn’t the booze. It was her skin and the way it felt so soft under my hands, it was her perfume that seemed to do all the right things for me, it was her hips that cast a spell as they moved against mine, it was her eyes that danced with amusement and crackled like blue fire and I was all too willing to be enveloped by their flame.
           "He’s watchin’,” she whispered, her hand moving up to cup the back of my neck but I knew no fear in that moment.
           In fact I stared right at the infamous King of crime as my hands roamed over the contours of Harley’s body, a body that seemed to fit so well against mine.
           "Now aren’t you brave,“ she laughed, turning my head so I was looking at her again.
           "You want me?” She whispered, her nose brushing against mine.
           The corner of my mouth twitched, “What if I said no?”
           She pulled me close and I felt the prick of a dagger under my ribs a grin still on her face as she purred, “I’d cut your heart out.”
           "I wouldn’t want that,“ I whispered, licking my lips.
           "Tell me what you want, sweetheart,”
           "Hey, Harley,“
           I took the interruption as my cue to wuss out and lose my nerve. I moved through the crowd and slipped out the way I came. I walked quickly to the banister and rested my hands on the smooth marble surface as I took a few deep breaths.
           "Where ya’ goin’, Red? Things were just gettin’ interesting,”
           I whirled around. Harley was leaning against one of the pillars and she slowly sauntered over to me and reached up to remove my mask. She tossed it over the edge but I didn’t care, all I could focus on was her and she hopped up and sat on the banister. She quirked her index finger, gesturing for me to come closer and I obliged.
           I leaned in close, her arms wrapping around my neck and I swear I had never wanted anyone more in my life.
           "You’ve got a quiet fire in there, don'tcha? You don’t really do this often, do ya, honey?“ She whispered.
           I shook my head.
           "What are you afraid of?” She asked her voice husky as her nose brushed against mine.
           "Wanting someone I shouldn’t want,“
           My lips claimed hers and one of my hands fisted into her hair while the other rested on her lower back so I could draw her closer to me. Her lips were soft, her tongue was like silk and I ached with how badly I wanted her. I felt one of her hands take the one that rested on her lower back, I vaguely wondered what she was doing and then she guided them between her legs.
           I stopped kissing her and pulled back slightly so I could look into her heavy lidded blue eyes. She tugged her lower lip between her teeth and I let out a shaky breath as my fingertips brushed her clit. She wasn’t wearing any underwear.
           "Don’t run away from me now,”
           We were out in the open, anyone could see us, but in that moment I really didn’t give a damn. My lips found her neck as I began to move my fingers in slow circular motions. I sucked, licked, kissed, and bit her neck and the sound of her moan made my stomach flutter and my knees shake. My lips trailed along her jaw as my fingers grew slick with her growing wetness and my movements became faster.
           "Oh baby, your fingers feels so good, I’m going to cum soon, would you like that?“
           "Yes,” I whispered huskily, watching the spread of redness creep up her chest and neck and I lowered my head to bite the tender swell of her breast.
           I slipped a finger inside of her and her hips jerked, nearly sending her over the edge of the balcony but I yanked her back so she stood in front of me giggling.
           "That was a-“
           I pulled her into a more private alcove and slammed her against the wall.
           "Quiet fire,” she purred and my body lowered itself before her without my minds consent.
           She watched me, a slow smile spreading across her face as I lifted her leg over my shoulder and buried my face between her thighs. My tongue found her juicy sweetness and I felt her hand on the back of my head as she held me to her.
           "Oh god, you’re good with your mouth,“ she gasped.
           I slipped my fingers inside of her as my tongue worked, her moans made me wet, the taste of her was almost addicting, and I knew I had made the biggest mistake of my life coming to Alibi. It was a mistake to want her, if I didn’t end up dead, I would end up always wanting her but never being able to have her again and I’m not sure which was worse. Her hips moved against my mouth and she cried out, her body shook but I wasn’t finished with her, not yet.
           "Oh god, that’s enough,” she began to convulse but I kept going.
           "Yes, oh, there, stop-Nngh!“
           She moved me away from her and dropped to the ground in front of me, her mouth covered mine and her hand curled around my neck. Someone a few paces away cleared their throat and we turned to look at them.
           "Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
           "Puddin’,“ she let out a breathy giggle.

           To be continued?


I have decided after some consideration to bravely turn my anon back on, after being off for a very long while to protect myself from hate. After discovering this GLORIOUS feature that allows the blocking of i.p addresses from anons, it means that any negativity sent my way will be blocked, causing its owner, as well as any and all their side blogs, and any new blogs they create to disappear from the face of the earth. To never be able to interact with me ever again. Utterly brilliant really. If I block you from anon, i cannot undo this feature like ever… so to my k-fam of hilarious kids that joke around with me sometimes… keep it classy when you’ve got anon switched on alright? hahahaha don’t want to block you forever accidentally. Take care my lovelies! We will see how this goes and I can always turn it off again if no one can handle their keyboards. xoxoxooxoxo

A random thought

So you know how


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became this

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and this

became this

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Who’s willing to bet that if we fast-forwarded time in the Brave universe, this

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would miraculously transform into something like this

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so many things i could say! but try this:

i went out into the garden not long ago, after a long time turning my face away, and discovered a small brave sprout springing up there, where once i’d cut it back; and i found i was glad to see it, and resolved to give it some warmth and some tending, and to see what might come of that—

Walk Away- A Anthy Himemiya mix

“All those things that you taught me to fear, I’ve got them in my garden now and you’re not welcome here.”

Another chronological mix that follows Anthy’s development throughout the series, from a deeply cynical, trapped woman to one who bravely walks away. Album annotations give indication of what each song is addressed to.

1. Petals| Hole//2. Not Your Concern|  The Hush Sound//3. My Blood|  Ellie Goulding// 3. Gasoline| Halsey///4. Misery Loves Company (Rad Edit)| Emilie Autumn//5. E.V.O.L| Marina and the Diamonds//6. Studying Stones| Ani Difranco//7. God Help Me| Emilie Autumn//8. Walk| Kyla La Grange//9. Hold Me Down| Halsey//10. Glass Slipper (Snippet)| The Dresden Doll//11. Buy the Stars| Marina and the Diamonds//12. What Girls are Made of| Garbage//13. Curbstomp| Meg Myers//14. The Art of Suicide| Emilie Autumn//15. Get it| Kyla La Grange//16. Turn to Stone| Ingrid Michaelson//17. Control| Poe//18. Comeback Kid| Against the Current//19. Alive| Superchick//20. Brave| Idina Menzel

Added on Playmoss: Gasoline| Halsey

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