she can drive

I can respect different ships and their fandoms.
There are ships, crackships, fandoms crackfandoms and the whole multi shipping universe.

Then there’s people who want to label a character’s sexual orientation when there’s absolutely zero evidence to support said orientation. And then there’s using that label as an end all be all argument just to shoehorn a ship into the narrative. AND THEN there’s using that label as an argument to aggressively attack actors, writers and other fandoms who don’t support that ship.

BETTY COOPER IS NOT A LESBIAN.

Claim that the actors and characters have chemistry. Claim that the ship makes sense *to* you. Claim that they look *hot* together. Claim that sexuality can be fluid. Claim whatever you want, ship whatever you want – BUT DON’T try to label a character’s sexual orientation when it doesn’t exist in the show.

Betty Cooper is NOT a lesbian and I am so tired of hearing that diatribe all around social media, and you know what fandom I’m talking about.

She can be bisexual, hell even pansexual (although there’s zero evidence for this either). But don’t slap a label on her that EXCLUDES the sexual and romantic attraction she has towards men. Because, guess what? It doesn’t validate her sexual identity. It invalidates it. And I will fight everyone on this til the day I die.

Selina loves the way Bruce says her name. The way it barely escapes his mouth, hovering between his lips. He tries to keep himself under control, he really does. But she can see his emotions peeking through, whether it be his flashing eyes or tense hands.

It’s almost…magical.

Selina, ” Bruce grits, jaw clamped shut and eyes closed. He takes deep breaths while she flicks off a stray piece of glass. The kids are shouting in the background. Whether it be in fun or terror, Selina supposes that really doesn’t matter. She’s done her good deed of the day. Bruce opens his mouth again but only emits a growl. He swallows. “Se-lin-a.”

“That’s my name,” she replies, settling her sunglasses on her nose and stretching, “Don’t wear it out.”

She smirks as she hears the stifled sounds of apoplectic rage.

Well. It’s magical to her.

Bruce, on the other hand hand, may have asphyxiated back there. 

reasons for Vox Machina in a Grease AU:

  • Keyleth, new to the school, and Vax, singing “Summer Nights” to their respective groups
  • (Pink Ladies: Vex, Pike, Zahra, Keyleth is new; T-Birds: Vax, Percy, Scanlan, Grog, Kash)
  • Percy singing “Greased Lightning”
    • Percy and his shitty car that he worked all summer to buy, and now he’s going to fix it up and win the race against the rival gang who may or may not be the Briarwoods
    • Percy in tight jeans and a t-shirt doing the “Greased Lightning” dance  *fans self*
  • Vex as Rizzo. Vex with “Look at Me, I’m Sandra Dee”, annoyed by Keyleth and also wary of her for Vax’s sake. Vex climbing down the drainpipe and kicking the T-Birds out of the car so she and Percy can drive off and make out. Vex and the pregnancy scare. Vex and “But the worst thing I could do…would be to cry in front of you”
    • (that whole song is so Vex’ahlia, I cry)
  • Vax joining track so he can get a letterman’s jacket and impress Keyleth tbh
  • Zahra drops out to go to beauty school but she does just fine because she’s hella fab and competent and amazing. Vax gets the angel who comes down to advise him like in that Debbie Reynolds movie. It’s Gilmore, obviously. He flirts the entire song, even while giving spot-on advice for Vax bettering himself and apologizing if he really wants to win Keyleth. At the end, he whispers, “If it doesn’t work out, call me”
  • Pike is in a long-distance relationship with a marine none of the rest of them know
  • Kima and Allura are background lesbians the entire time. They get like one line each, but they’re in pretty much every scene with background people, obviously a couple, and they come in like third in the dance contest
  • that girl who steals the show at the dance, and also steals Vax to do so, is totally the Raven Queen
  • Keyleth, hair permed, clothes tight and black, eyeshadow Expert: “Tell me about it…stud.”
    • Vax.exe ceases to function for a moment. Then he starts stripping, and all but kneels at her feet
    • Pike cues Keyleth to drop her cigarette and crush it beneath her heel
  • WE GO TOGETHER LIKE RAMA-LAMA-LAMA-KA-DINGA-DA-DINGA-DONG
    REMEMBERED FOREVER AS SHOO-BOP SHA-WADDA-WADDA-YIPPEDY-BOOM-DE-BOOM
    CHANG CHANG CHANGITTY-CHANG-SHA-BOP
    THAT’S THE WAY IT SHOULD BE!
    WAH-OOOOH YEAH!
    We’re one of a kind, like dip-da-dip-da-dip doo-wop-da-doo-bee-doo
    Our names are signed, a-boogedy-boogedy-boogedy-boogedy shooby-be-doo-wop-she-bop
    Chang chang changitty-chang-sha-bop
    We’ll always be like one, wa-wa-wa-waaah
    When we go out to fight,
    Though dragon fire’s bright
    Up in the sky above…
    We’ll always save the day!
    Though doors may bar the way!
    Baby, it must be love!

So I’ve been really enjoying the au’s that @feynites and @selenelavellan and co. have been doing. For your consideration, here’s Marla the Wrath abomination. Probs in the reincarnation au.

-Snap-

The human man gave her an annoyed look, but did not stop his tirade. Marla was almost impressed by his tenacity.

Almost.

He had started with his usual “who do you think you are?” and then threatened to call the police. Just like he did every time she came by to deliver a package to this estate.

She tended to tune him out around the time he got to “lazy knife-eared welfare leeches”, which was usually somewhere between her cheerfully announcing she needed his signature for his package, and him demanding she refund his delivery charge. It was old hat by now; he had some kind of medical condition that required home delivery biweekly. She’d been bringing him a package twice a month for the last 8 months.

He still hadn’t bothered to learn her name.

Or her face.

She was just another pair of ears to him, and that suited Marla just fine. She counted to 15 in her head, and snapped her gum obnoxiously again.

-Snap-

This time he did pause, his face screwed up like he’d tasted something sour.

“Don’t they teach you people ANY manners?!?” He demanded shrilly.

(He’s harmless) Wrath whispered. She knew that, of course, had confirmed it the first time she’d met him. His flavor of anger was bitter and petulant, but not overly concerning.

Marla just liked pissing him off.

She blew a decent sized bubble and let it pop. She made a show of getting the gum back in her mouth, and grinned.

“Nope.”

Magister Kinios frowned impossibly deeper, and Marla got the distinct impression that Wrath was rolling it’s eyes at her. And at him. It had 5 eyes, it could do both and then some. It didn’t object though, little snacks like this were what got them through the day.

They were ahead of schedule, had another minute or so before she needed to move to the next delivery. He’d signed her log at some point during his rambling, but hadn’t given it back,  instead swinging it around and jabbing it at her face to emphasize his outraged squawking.

 

(We can lose the pen) she decided, and Wrath agreed. They had spares, and a job to do, and Wrath had gotten all it cared to from him.

Marla deftly snatched her logbook back from the Magister as he gestured at her with it, ignoring his spluttering as she double checked her dates and times.

(Satisfactory) said Wrath, pleased.

(It’s not a race) she reminded it.

Wrath did not respond, but she didn’t expect it to. She got the sense it was mentally shrugging. It could be prickly sometimes, and was prone to expressing itself nonverbally. Marla didn’t mind.

She turned to go and Magister Kinios practically shrieked.

“WHAT ABOUT MY DELIVERY CHARGE??”

“That sounds like a -you- problem, sir. Have a good day!” Marla waved placidly over her shoulder and blew another bubble as she walked out the gate, leaving the Magister to hurl insults and impotent threats at her back.

Next up was a delivery to one U. Elvhen.  Strange name, for this part of town. She’d delivered there before, of course, but nobody ever came to the gate. Just that large ugly bird. The one that would make the godawful screeching noise and try to look through her bag for treats. She’d taken to carrying a pouch of strawberries for it. Better than having it tear into a package and eat a customer’s intended delivery. Luckily for her, none of the items she’d delivered here had called for a signature. She’d leave the packages with Messere Bird, who would begrudgingly take them over the (heavily warded) gate, making disgruntled noises the whole time.

Sure enough, as she approached, the big ugly feathery lump was peering down from where it sat on top of the main gate. Marla took out her berry pouch in preparation for its customary dive bomb and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

…and apparently today it was not in the mood for snacks. Wrath noted the bird’s normal irritation at their arrival was lessened somewhat. Marla wondered idly if it was sick. It didn’t LOOK sick. Well. Anymore than usual anyway.

She stood outside the gate and looked up at the thing. It looked back down at her.

“…”

Two minutes passed. She COULD just leave the package on the step. Marla doubted anyone would try to steal it, not in this neighborhood, and not with several pounds of feathery fury watching from above.

Still.

Marla threw a strawberry at the bird.

It squawked, indignant and startled, and Wrath huffed. It didn’t care for Messere Bird. When she had asked it why, it hadn’t been able to say, exactly, except that it was ‘too strange’. Also that it’s particular flavor of teritorrial anger wasn’t very filling.

Marla didn’t mind, she wasn’t exactly normal herself.

The bird puffed itself up and made unhappy hissing noises, glaring down at her the whole while.

“Apologies Messere Bird, but you seemed to have forgotten how to greet visitors.” Marla said, amused.

It flapped its wings and looked offended, as much as a bird -could- look offended. Wrath kept to the background, eyeing the feathery thing with suspicion. It warbled at her in an unmistakably admonishing tone.

“Yes of course, my bad, I should have greeted you first. Do over?”

The bird appeared to be considering her offer. Or perhaps just the strawberries she was holding out as a peace offering. After a few seconds of disgruntled squawking, it swooped down gracefully and perched on a low branch.

“Right then, good afternoon Messere Bird, I have a delivery for you!” Marla made a show of doing a deep curtsy, and placed the plain brown package on the ground, holding the berries up towards the feathery menace.

With surprising delicacy it snatched one after another of the berries up with its wicked sharp beak. After it had eaten all of them it fluffed it’s feathers up a bit and made an a noise Marla could only describe as imperious.

“You’re welcome” she replied, because Messere Bird seemed to respond well to manners.

It cocked it’s head at her and clacked it’s beak, which she took as indication that she was free to go. Sure enough, as soon as she was an appreciable number of feet away, Messere Bird launched itself off its branch, and nabbed the package in one of its talons. It winged up over the tall gate and disappeared from view with only mild squawking. Marla shrugged and went on to her next delivery.

(We should get someone else to take this route) Wrath insisted, as it aways did whenever they had to deal with Messere Bird.

(I like this route) Marla told it, (and so do you. The snooty rich old people are easy meals.)

Wrath grumbled somewhat incoherently but couldn’t argue that.

(There’s something unsettling about that place) it said, finally, and Marla could feel her friend’s unease rippling around it.

(It’s probably the wards. You know those eccentric rich types, they’re so paranoid. It’s probably some kind of environmental charm to keep nosy kids out of the yard.)

Wrath hummed but said nothing. Marla wasn’t entirely convinced herself, but it wasn’t pressing enough to really investigate. If there was something hinky with that property or the owner well…

She’d burn that bridge when she got to it.

Imagine Clary and Alec for a second and the anger and annoyance that they feel for each other.

Clary and Alec hate each other. They despise each other. They cannot stand each other.

So who knew that one song could bring them together?

So imagine that Clary and Alec are assigned to a mission together and Clary suggests that they drive instead of walk to the police station where they are going to meet Luke to further discuss their mission. Even though Clary does not have her driver’s license, she can drive very well and told Alec so. This does nothing for his nerves.

So they’re in the car and it’s completely silent except for Clary’s fingers drumming on the steering wheel and Alec occasionally muttering a, “Please don’t kill us.” and at one point yelling, “BY THE ANGEL, FRAY!” as he grabs the wheel from her to steer out of the path of a honking truck, despite never having driven a car in his entire life. And of course they are not friends and have just started to learn to at least tolerate each other’s company, so it’s very quiet and, to be frank, Clary could not wait to get out of the car. Neither could Alec.

To make the car ride less quiet, Clary decides to turn on the radio and gasps so loudly that Alec jumps in his seat and twists his seat belt in an attempt to protect himself even more.

“I love this song!” Clary squeals as Side To Side by Ariana Grande featuring Nicki Minaj plays on the radio and, without even caring about Alec, turns the radio up full blast and starts singing her head off and dancing in her seat.

And Alec just stares at her like what is this tiny person doing but after a while he realizes that the song is rather….nice. And soon he finds himself bobbing his head along to the music and even humming a little. This turns into singing the words that he knows and going “na na na” for the rest of the words he doesn’t and Clary turns to look at Alec who seems to have completely forgotten about her and is actually shimmying in his seat and singing along and he finally realizes that Clary is looking at him and he stops abruptly and his eyes snap straight ahead to the road.

“ There’s nothing to be ashamed of. It is a nice song,” Clary says gently and Alec ignores her, continuing to stare at the road. “This may be a shocker, but mundanes do produce some good tunes once in awhile….. It’s good to have fun, you know. Watching you…..you were having fun.”

Alec says nothing for a moment then replies. “It’s….catchy.”

“That it is.”

Silence.

“I have it on my phone and I can connect it to the Aux chord in the car. Do you want to hear it again?”

“…..Just one more time.”

When they arrive at the police station, the music and the off-key enthusiastic singing  is so loud that Luke doesn’t need his werewolf hearing to hear it, nor does he need his enhanced sight to see Clary and Alec jamming out in their seats and rapping and grinning from ear to ear.

After this Clary and Alec become super close and will always have a special connection to that song. One night a couple of weeks later, the gang’s having a night out at Pandemonium and Clary and Alec are on opposite ends of the room when suddenly, Side To Side comes on and they both FREAK OUT and Clary just screams at the mass of people, “ALEC IT’S OUR SONG!” and Alec yells, “CLARY, WHERE ARE YOU?”  AND they’re pushing through the throng to get to each other and they meet in the middle and start singing and dancing like crazy and I’m talking crazy like the whitest of the white moves like I kid you not Clary whips and teaches Alec how to dab and Alec dabs so hard that he almost smacks some stranger with his giraffe arms and Simon takes a video and Isabelle is laughing her head off and Jace and Magnus decide to book it onto the dance floor and dance with each other and soon Alec and Clary and Magnus and Jace have a dance off (of course Magnus and Jace win because Alec and Clary cannot dance to save their lives) and Maia, who is still new to the friend group, is very confused but so happy that she found these wonderful people to be companions with.

 Clary and Alec will literally stop what they are doing, no matter what it is, and run to find each other as soon as they hear Side To Side start playing. Even later in life at both their weddings they will request that the DJ puts on Side To Side and they will literally scream the second it comes on and run to each other, Clary in her fancy dress and Alec in his suit, and tear it up and laugh and dance together like the best friends that they are. It’s not only a great song, but is symbolizes their friendship and how much they both treasure that friendship.

Plus, it never gets old for their friends and significant others watching Clary and Alec try to dance and sing out of tune and acting like complete dorks. It’s a good laugh.

For my BBY @izzybabewoods who inspired this whole post and helped me come up with this idea

Like She’s Mine (part four) - Stiles Stilinski

wow i got such immediate feedback when i posted part three guys, I thought my phone would literally blow up ur all amazing xx

part one
part two
part three

warnings: swearing, pregnancy, sadness, lots of time jumping i hope it’s not too confusing


PART FOUR (august)

“SHIT!” I screamed, whipping the apron over my head, and quickly untying it from behind my back.  Allison came running into the store from the back room.

“What? What? What’s going on?” She asked.

“Can you drive me to the airport?” I asked, hanging up the apron and checking my hair in my phone’s camera.

“Sure when-”

“Now” I said.  Allison’s eyes widened.

“N-now-?”

“Stiles is flying out today” I begged.  “Please, please, if Lou catches us, I swear Alli, I will cover for you, I will tell her it’s all my fault, please let me say goodbye” Allison sighed, bouncing on her foot for a moment.  The undoing the knot of her apron.

Fine.  But you owe me coffee for a week”

“Deal!”

The car ride to the airport was ten minutes.  It was 4:15 now, and Stiles left at 4:30.  My legs were shaking, no, my whole body was shaking.

“Alli, when I next see him, I will have had a baby” Allison parked the car, and looked down at her phone.

“y/n we’ve got six minutes!” She yelled.  We ran out of the car and sprinted through the airport.  “What gate!?” Allison yelled.

“15b!” I said back.  

“y/n we’re not going to make it on time!”

“Yes we will!” I was panting.  Just as we passed 15a, I could see him.  The tall boy with messy soft brown hair.  He was turning, looking everywhere.  A blue paper in his hand, and bags by his feet.  “Stiles!” I yelped, and he spun to look at me.

“y/n!” He called back.  I ran faster until I jumped and was in is arms.  My legs were around his waist and he held me tightly against him.  “I thought you weren’t coming” He cried into my hair.  I shook my head, pulling back and looking at him.  I stood flat on my feet, my arms still wound around his neck.

“Of course I came of course” I cupped his face between my hands for a moment, before letting them fall to his shoulders.  “I couldn’t let you leave me for a year without saying goodbye Stiles”

“If you tell me right now, I’ll stay I swear I’ll figure something else-”

“No, no Stiles I’ve told you all summer this is what you were meant for” You said, rubbing his shoulders slightly.  “And you’re gonna come back next summer, and you’re gonna have the first step of becoming a detective done” I wiped my eyes and stared at him.  “Stiles, I know I’ve told you a thousand times but I’m so incredibly proud of you, this is what you’ve always wanted, and you’ve actually achieved it.  You’ve done amazing, really” He hugged me again tight, and I silently cried, not wanting him to know how much it really hurt.

“Promise me you’ll keep in touch” I nodded.

“Of course”

“And when I come back we’ll pick right back up”

“Stiles it’s not a long distance relationship” I said, laughing through a breath.

“But it is, I just don’t want anything to change” I closed my eyes tight, buying my face further against him.

“Then it won’t” I hummed.

“Take care of Scott for me, Allison can’t handle him on her own” I chuckled slightly, and pulled away, seeing Stiles laugh quietly too.  The brunette a few feet behind me smiled bashfully, and walked up to us.

“Now boarding flight six to DC!”

“That’s you” I said softly, gesturing to the gate.

“Yeah that’s me” He responded.  I hugged him once more, and he squeezed me so tight I almost feared for the baby.  I could tell Allison practically read my mind.

“Alright alright me too” She said quickly, and Stiles released me to give her a hurried side hug.

“Miss you Stilinski”

“You too Argent” He looked at me again, and I gave a small wave.

“I’ll see you later Stiles” I said softly.  He waved back, putting on his backpack, picking up his duffel, and extending the handle of his suitcase.

“You better keep in touch with me y/n”

“Promise” I said, crossing an x over my heart.  I watched as he turned and walked up to the gate, handing the man at the desk his blue ticket.  The man stamped it, handed it back to him, and Stiles made his way onto the plane.  Tears welled in my eyes again.

“Oh, honey” Allison came forward, wrapping her arms around me, and hugging me gently.  “You’ve got me and Scott” She whispered as I cried onto her shoulder.  “We’ll take good care of you” She murmured.  “Whatever you need, we’re here for you, always” I nodded, holding my arms tight around her.  “I told you once how much I loved you and I’m going to give you the support you need, and I still will, I always will”

“Thank you, Allison”


FOUR MONTHS LATER (december)

Apparently, you become a whale six months into a pregnancy.  Yes, of course I knew I’d inflate like a blimp, but god, this was ridiculous.  I gave all my converse and any boots I had to tie to Allison and Lydia.  I couldn’t bend over to tie laces anymore.  My life was quite restricted these days.  Sleeping on my back every night.  No more long showers, my feet would hurt.  I gave up on fashion, because god knows nothing cute fit, and maternity clothes were too expensive to deal with.  I lived in sweats.  I barely went out, too nervous someone would recognize me.  After I found out that I was having a girl, I told Lou about the pregnancy. I was now on maternity leave.

Did I mention I got that apartment? It’s nice, because it’s basically a tiny house.  One floor, and a few rooms.  Two bedrooms, two baths, a nice kitchen connected to the dining room, and a pretty spacious living room.  It wasn’t overly expensive, but it put a slight dent in my bank account.  But once I get the ball rolling, get my job back, and stop having to take thirty pills a day, then I’ll be back on my feet.  Hopefully I can see them at the end of all of this.

Allison and I have been looking through many files of parents who want to adopt.  Here and there I’ll see a nice looking family, but it just never seemed good enough.  I wanted the best for my little girl. and as bitter as it sounds, a family could have five stars, but the mother’s smile could be just slightly downturned, and I’d throw the file away.  Allison would give me a look, but she never mentioned the way I judged the new parents of my child.

I mean, their child, that I was just carrying.

“Honey I’m home!” Allison called with a giggle as she entered the apartment.  She didn’t really live here, but when she wasn’t staying at home or with Scott, you’d find her here.  I smiled and waved from where I lay on my back on the couch.  She set her purse down at the kitchen table and kicked her shoes off by the door.  “How was the day?” The brunette asked.  I barely saw her walking into the kitchen.

“You look nice” I said as I caught a glimpse of her navy blue skirt and red short sleeved knit sweater.  A short sleeved sweater.  Only Alli could make it look normal.

“Yeah I’m going out with Scott tonight, just went on a tiny shopping spree” She said, coming into the living room with a glass of water in one hand and a chocolate chip cookie in the other.  “I’m eating your cookies by the way” She announced, mouth already full.  I shrugged, rubbing my hands over my belly.

“They only sounded good for an hour.  I ate one and was satisfied” I asid.  Allison grinned.

“Good, cause there’s like ten left and they’re really good” i smiled and waved my hand dismissively.

‘Thanks, they’re all yours” I said, and she jumped slightly.  I shook my head as the water came out of her glass and droplets fell onto the carpet.

“Sorry-”

“It’s just water” I said, waving my hand again.

“So how’s baby Allison?” She asked, walking closer and inspecting my stomach.

“We’re not naming her that- we’re not naming her at all” I half scolded, dragging my hands down my face.  Allison frowned.

“Why not? What have we got to lose?”

“Because when you name something, you get attached.  Personally, I can’t afford to get attached to her, so we’re not naming her” Allison sighed.

“Fine” She said, taking another bite from her cookie.  “But I’m still calling her Allison” I rolled my eyes.

“Can you do me a favor and hand me my phone?” I asked, reaching my hand out towards the coffee table where it sat, just out of reach.  Allison nodded, giving it to me.  Five missed texts.  Two from Lydia, one from Stiles.

“I’m gonna go do my hair” Allison announced, heading to the bathroom as I went through my messages.

Lydia: heya girly! How’s the little girly
Lydia: (also don’t tell Alli but her name would have been Lydia, not Allison)

I rolled my eyes.  Don’t they get I can’t keep her? She can’t be named.  I clocked on Stiles’ chat.

Stiles: morning sunshine
Stiles: you’re probably sleeping.  You have been a lot lately I hope you’re not up all night on your internet college
Stiles: I miss you I wish you were here.  Wanna ft later?

I texted back. Saying I was busy with work today, and that I wouldn’t be able to catch a long enough break.  He responded immediately.

Stiles: that means we’re texting all night then, I hope you’ve got K cups left cause you’ll need the caffeine.

I told him that it sounded good, and I’d mark it down in my schedule.  Then again saying that he should get back to class because I knew he was sneaking his phone.

After that I just scrolled through my social media.  Not a lot was there, seeing that I’d just done this a few hours ago, but hey, it was a way to pass the time.  I’d already finished my online classes for the day, and grew bored.  Not a lot for a pregnant girl to do.  Just lay down, watch tv, marvel at how large I’ve gotten, shower shortly, cry while eating ice cream, and pass out randomly.

At least I wasn’t puking anymore.

Eventually I’d gotten myself off the couch, and walked back to my room.  I sunk into the bed, and stuck my feet out in the air.  I laughed to myself at the fact I could only see the blue toes.  Allison painted them last week much to my protests.  She didn’t think that me saying ‘I can’t see them what’s the point?’ was a liable excuse not to do it.  But I chuckled as I continued rocking, sticking my feet out over and over and laughing bitterly.

I did this until I felt a slight pushing sensation in my stomach.  My eyes widened, and a small smile pulled on my lips.  I held my hands over my stomach, feeling another push.

It was a kick.

“You like that Madi?” I asked softly, lifting my shirt just enough to show the skin of my stomach.  I rose my feet again and quickly dropped them, earning another kick.  Tears welled in my eyes.  My little girl was kicking.  My little Madison…

“Hey y/n did you move the hair dry-” Allison walked in, hands holding a towel as she quickly rubbed her hair with it.  I froze, staring at her practically petrified.  She gave me a knowing smile, and crossed her arms.  She looked at me like she just found out my biggest secret.

“I thought we weren’t getting attached?” I whimpered, hanging my head down in my hands.

Shit.


TWO MONTHS LATER (february)

“ALLISON DRIVE FASTER!” I screamed from the backseat of her car.

Okay, rewind to a few hours ago.

Allison was eating lunch with Scott, he’d swung by my apartment to pick her up, and I promptly stayed back in my room so he wouldn’t see my baby bump.  Which was actually more like fucking jupiter now.  But I still hollered a goodbye and told them to have a nice time.  I’d laid in the living room, reading a magazine on Brad and Angelina’s divorce, when suddenly-

“Did I just piss myself?” I muttered in embarrassment.  Two seconds later I could’ve sworn someone grabbed my intestines and ripped them out.  Oh no.

I’d hastily but shakily dialed Allison’s number, and told her to get me now.

“Now- now you’re having the baby?” She stuttered.  I could hear Scott yelling in the background but I was freaking out too much to care.

“Yes now and I NEED you to come drive me to the hospital!” I was crying now as the pain of the contractions just worsened.  There was a few muffled whispered that I barely caught wind off, but again I was too hurt to care if Scott knew.

“y/n, y/n we’re getting in the car right now it’s all going to be okay we’re on our way” Allison said calmly.  I could hear the smile in her voice.

“O-okay”

“You want me to stay in the phone with you?” I nodded, before realizing she couldn’t see me.

“Ye-yeah yes please yes”

She continued to coo to me, telling me it would be okay, and how there was just a few more moments before she would be here.  I never really responded, I was crying to hard and groaning to much.  I could tell it made her since but she kept her soft tone and sweet words.

I was halfway for passing out when she burst into the apartment, and the world was in slow motion around me.  Allison was grinning, as was Scott but he had eyes that held more questions than I had answers for.  

“Stay awake, stay awake it’s okay” Allison’s arms wound around me, leading me out of the room and out of the apartment.

“Hurts-” I whined.

“Shh… shh it’s okay” I don’t really remember getting into the car.

The next thing I was conscious of was a man in a white coat setting me down into a wheelchair.  He asked me a question I didn’t quite hear, and I looked to Allison.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” She said to me.  “He’s asking if you want me there” I nodded.

“Please” I whispered.  Allison smiled and nodded back, quietly giving me an ‘of course’ and walking with me as I was wheeled into a room.

Screaming, a lot of screaming I almost thought I was going to die.  It legitimately felt like every bone in my body was breaking.

“y/n, y/n we just need you to take deep breaths, and push”

I didn’t even remember getting onto the cot, or holding onto Allison’s hand but I realized when she yelped.  I squeezed too hard.

“S-sorry” I panted.

“It’s okay, you’re okay, you’re doing great” She assured, squeezing my hand as well.

I think in the three hours it took, I scarred Allison in ways that were irreversible.  The doctors and horde of nurses took my baby to the nursery while I rested.  Allison was sat in one of those uncomfortable hospital chairs next to me, still holding my hand on the mattress.

“Does it feel better now?” She asked softly, holding a cool wet rag against my head.  

“Hell yes.  Don’t ever have kids, adopt mine” I chuckled, then felt a pang of regret in my chest.

“What?” Allison asked, brows furrowing in worry.  I raised a brow in silent question.  “You just looked like you were thinking, the hurting kind of thinking” Her fingers stroked gently over the back of my hand.

“Does… does it make me a bad person? Giving away a child?” Allison pondered for a moment, then shook her head.

“No.  If you truly believe you can’t give her the life we know she deserves, then no, it makes you a responsible person” I bit my lip, and her brows furrowed again.  “y/n look-”

“Miss l/n” We looked up to the door, seeing a nurse from earlier in blue scrubs, and holding a pink bundle of blankets.  “I have your baby here, would you like to hold her?” Yes.  But I didn’t answer right away, just continued to think about whether or not I was doing the right thing.  I looked over to Allison, who gave me a sweet smile, as though saying I could choose what I wanted to do.  The woman stood patiently, beginning to softly rock my little girl.

“Yes please” I answered her so quietly I was sure she didn’t hear me, but sure enough she smiled widely and came over to me, carefully placing her in my arms.  Tears grew in my eyes as I looked down at her.  She was beautiful.

She had Theo’s light eyes, but hers a much brighter blue.  Her nose was a tiny button, and her skin was fair.  I could tell her hair would grow to be like mine.

“Wow” Allison whispered next to me, and Madi- the baby’s- eyes went to her.  Instantly she giggled a small hiccup of a laugh, and held her arm out towards my face.  I admit, I cried when I reached my finger to her and she clasped her small hand around it.

“Allison she’s… she’s beautiful” I cried in a whimper.  “Is Scott still here?” I asked, rocking my girl back and forth slightly.

“Yeah, he’s waiting in the hall” She told me.

“You can let him in” I said with a small smile.

“You sure?” I nodded, and Allison stood swiftly and left the room nearly silently.

“Hi Madi” I said softly, smiling down at the girl about to fall asleep in my hold.  “You’re a beautiful little girl” I told her.  “I wish I could have more time with you, I know you’re going to be such a great kiddo” More tears fell down my face, and her smile fell.  She gave my finger a squeeze that was feather light, but noticeable.  “I hope one day-one day-” I choked.  “You’ll let me s-see you” The door opened again, and Allison was smiling, talking with her hands.

“Oh Scott she’s just ador- y/n?” Allison saw me crying and hurried over.  “Hey, hey honey what’s wrong?” She asked.  But I shook my head, unsure of the words to say.  “Hey…. shh it’s okay” She cooed softly, petting my hair, then petting my child’s bald head.  I could see Scott growing closer.  He smiled gently at me, and it was like we were at a silent understanding.  “y/n? What’s going on?” I sniffled, stroking the backs of my fingers against Madi’s face.

“I can’t give her away Alli” I said, tears still rushing down my face.  “I can’t give my little girl away”


drumroll please! aaaaaannndddd BOOM.  CONFLICT!

tagged: @morganschiebel @bunnyboo10154 and @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday

also @celestial-writing bc shes my boo AND the baby is named after her cute ass *muah* :)

Sent out all giveaway + V-day prize cards!

I’ll message individuals on IM later but it is past 9AM and I have not slept yet due to certain circumstances and do not trust my ability to type coherent messages and manage 25 simultaneous convos, so uh, I’ll just put this here for now.

(those circumstances being we have a guest over, the apartment is too cold to have said guest sleep on the sofa in the kitchen, so mom offered her bed and then stole mine, but my sleep schedule is so fucked mom suggested i just stay up until she wakes up so we don’t have to share. Then post office opened at 8 today, and it’s gonna snowstorm tonight, and post office is like a good 40 minute walk away and mum said she can drive me halfway so i decided to stay up to get it done before the snow…ANYWAY).

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She’s a terrible driver

Gillovny ficlet


She’s a terrible driver. But he can’t tell her because every time he tries, she tells him to fuck off, that she did Top Gear and she was not bad at all! He always wants to tell her that he feared for his life only by watching the video but he can’t. It’s a touchy subject and he doesn’t want to hurt her feelings. The thing is she thinks she’s good. She thinks she can drive everything and success. Last year, after she had insisted a thousand times, he let her drive his Vespa scooter for one mile, very early in the morning, when the streets were still calm and quiet. He thought he was about to die and texted a short version of his will to his lawyer. Just in case.

So when she hit that pole yesterday, he wasn’t exactly surprised. He knew Chris had to make Scully drive because of sex equality and stuff like that, but damn! Did he have to put a huge SUV in her small hands? She can’t even both reach the pedals and look into the mirror.

It made them laugh after the shock, when they realized it was nothing but rumpled metal. She didn’t complain much when they went back to his rented apartment, downtown Vancouver, to take a hot soothing bubble bath and a well-deserved night of sleep. At five in the morning, her sleepy moans woke him up. Usually, he doesn’t mind hearing this sound, it always ends well when she’s horny so early or simply having a wet dream. He knows how to deal with it. But her moans were different than what he’s used to. It was more like a complaint. With his morning deep voice, he asked if she was okay and she hummed in disapproval.

“Your neck?” he asked, and she nodded.

She turned on her side, knowing he would massage her vertebrae. With one hand, his eyes still closed and his brain half dreaming half awake, he started to rub her neck, trying to calm her whiplash. He wasn’t sure if the sounds she was making were a good sign or if he made it worse.

“At what time are you due on set?” he asked.

“In an hour,” she whined after taking a brief glance at his alarm clock.

“Okay. Turn around.” He gave up, and she obeyed, contently shifting to lay on her stomach.

He followed her, straddling her body and softly sitting on her butt, careful to rest his weight on his knees. This way, he was able to give her a full back rub, and soon, he was sure her moans were appreciative ones. It didn’t help his emerging morning erection to calm down, and he realized that his pelvis has a mind of its own and he was rubbing himself against her cheeks. She didn’t seem to mind, he even felt her raise her butt a little to increase the pressure. Full of confidence, he let his hands slide under her shirt, along her spine, from her neck to the small of her back. His thumbs slipped under her panties with the drive to get rid of them, but suddenly her body tensed.

“Fuck! I’m late!” she grunted and raised, making him fall heavily on the other side of the bed. “That’s gonna be the worst fucking day! Fucking stupid show!” she grumbled and left the bed to head towards the bathroom, holding her neck with an expression of pain on her face.

It’s been a long time since he had to work with a Grumpy-Gillian, he thought. Before they’d started to film, they promised each other not to make the same mistakes they used to two decades ago, and to make it easy for each other. They were successful at keeping their promise so far and there was no way he would let a small whiplash stand in the way of their enjoyment. He already knew how he would make her laugh and forget about the pain. It was going to be an epic prank.

anonymous asked:

Because I think the cancer arc was too superficial in the series can you write sth about scully having treatment and mulder finding out about it helping her even is she doesn't want it? Or her calling for his help after treatment because she can't drive or struggles etc? I love your writing and can't get enough off it!! You are awesome ❤❤❤❤

Anon, I love and appreciate that you have enough faith in me to tackle the cancer arc.  I will definitely add it to my to do list and start thinking about how I’d want to do it in a unique way.  Right now, I’ve got my hands full with a completely different idea, a rewrite of Seasons 2 and 3 involving the Scully sisters that (I hope) is going to rock your socks off.  It’s ummm…it’s gonna hurt, I’m not gonna lie.  But it’s gonna be awesome.  

In the mean time, here are some of my favorite cancer arc fics for you!!!

Isometry by Syntax6

Between Sorrow and Bliss by @sunflowerseedsandscience

Mint Chocolate Chip by @piecesofscully

Last Bright Routes by @aloysiavirgata

And please feel free to add to this list, everyone! 

anonymous asked:

My mom had back surgery, and she can't drive for another few weeks, so I've been her chauffeur on my days off. Today was my day off, and I took her to get her hair done. While we're there, the stylist's next client shows up, and who should it be?? My new boss! I was inwardly cringing. And it's not that I don't like her, I just don't want to have anything to do with work/coworkers on my day off. I just want to go ONE DAY without being reminded of work! ONE!

   Vivienne made her way through Omnia Nightclub, her fingertips clutching her clutch closely; almost in a protective manner. There was only one way to make it through the night, and alcohol certainly wasn’t going to cut it. On the way to the bathroom however, consumed in a haze where she found herself determined to reach that high, she ran into someone. “Fuck,” she yelled out, realising that the majority of the contents of her purse had spilled unto the floor, bending down instantaneously to pick it all up.. her heart racing as she searched desperately for a particular powder in a small plastic bag. 

Ok, if you’re not already watching Brooklyn 99, I think I can convince you by just describing the episode I just finished watching.

1) The entire police squad ends up having to get in Terry Crews’ minivan to take a road trip to Florida, and they act just like children and Terry is a very tired dad

2) Holt gives Jake a prep talk while DOING SURGERY ON HIS OWN LEG because his detective son wanted to help but was freaking out once he saw the wound

3) THEY SET UP AN AMBUSH IN AN ARCADE

4) Dad-off between Terry and Charles by way of leaving potential goodbye videos for their kids

5) DIAZ

6) They keep making fun of gun laws in this arc, which culminates in Gina finding new guns everywhere for herself. Everyone is concerned and how they’re just everywhere.

7) Diaz accidentally reads the first sentence of a smutty love letter to their captured criminal

8) Gina and Holt crash into an escaping vehicle while Gina is having an audible JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL moment because she can’t drive stick.

Friendly Reminder

Caroline Forbes is her best self as a vampire. There is a certain sense of self that Caroline derives from being strong and immortal and to those fans who want to see her suddenly veer towards becoming human…why? Why would you want that for her?

It gives her drive. She can control her urges, which makes her unique among the vampires in the TVD-verse. She works hard at it and takes pride in being herself, in spite of having the temptation to let go and do things that she is, at her core, diametrically opposed to, like killing and creating chaos. That’s an excellent character nuance that helps make her such a relatable protagonist.

It gives her purpose. She enjoys mentoring other vampires and believes that her methods truly work and that she’s living proof that an “evil” or violent nature, as it were, can be managed and overcome with effort and grace and she wants others to see that side of it, too. That’s wonderfully philosophic and poignant.

It empowers her. She literally said in the last episode that she feels powerful as a vampire. That alludes to the sense of self that makes Caroline who she is. She’s a girl who didn’t have much power or agency as a human and now recognizes that in her second life, she’s in the driver’s seat. I think that’s beautiful and frankly, I cannot understand why some fans want her to or think that she would ever give that up. For what, exactly? For Stefan? That’s not romantic, guys. Giving up what empowers you and makes you feel comfortable in your own skin for a man is not nor will it ever be romantic.

Caroline Forbes’ vampirism is at the core of her character development. Taking that chunk of support and nuance away for the sake of giving SC a happy ending is not something that I think the writers are going to be willing to do and honestly, I think that’s absolutely the right call.

Keeping Caroline a vampire is honoring the character and the wonderful journey she took us on for eight years. Point, blank, and the period.