she is growing on me more every day

Aquarius, who was pretty much in love with the world. She never really feared or had any uncertain doubts about the future, and it was always that attitude of her getting what she wanted, or die trying type. What ever you needed, she would. No questions asked. She was there at your every call. And yet, Aquarius didn’t hesitate to push me out of her life. The constant repitition of doing the same promises and telling her that I’ll change became an old tune to her that she had nothing else to do but lose it and throw profanities and leave. She deserves more than words. She needed actions.

Aries, who looked at the world with passion. Her favorite motto was: ‘Go big or get the fuck out’ Her emotions were huge defense in terms of protecting herself from unecessary vibes. She was also a strong and passionate love, and how she would always take the lead and make sure she has her way with you. And yet Aries cried to me, grabbing me by the throat, and gritted her teeth telling me how much I was the worst, how I was a big mistake. She said it as if it were poison, and I watched as she said it with strong hate only to find her later outside, holding herself and holding back tears.

Cancer, who loved to kiss her teeth when she was feeling some type of way. What I loved her the most was when she was feeling needy and she would come up from behind, all her hair would fall on my and she would kiss me the whole time. The laugh she does would echo through the room, and her emotions would flow out of her. She was like a child, she loved the attention. She craved our passion. And yet, Cancer threw a fit. Threw things at me and yelled at me. The pain in her voice, the laughter no longer heard. She left.

Capricorn, who loved the smell of cinnamon. The moment you stepped in her house, a cinnamon scented candle would greet you. She loved nothing more than to stay home after a long day and read nothing but books, I mean any philosophical ones. She would ask for my input about an idea, or a theory she would read. She scowls when I tell her “I don’t know..” and she’d tell me to open more and dive into her world. Explore every possibility and never question the outcome. To grow was her motto. And yet, I walked into an empty room. A letter by the table and there was a letter, written: Your beauty is transcendent, yes, but painfully abstract. - Plato.

Gemini, who loved the arts. If there was a performance in town she would pull me with her, drag me out of bed and bring her to the place. She loved movies the most, and she had collections of black and white movies, movies I have never heard of. Photography was her escape. A part of her room was covered of pictures of people, scenaries and things. She was amazing, but her personality was her flaw. She loved you today, and she wants to be free the next. But she always comes back, falling more and more each day.. and yet, as she grew to love me, she too grew to be distant. The time we spent were falling and finally she looked at me and said goodbye.

Leo, who was a perfectionist. She knew what she wanted and what she craved and her pride was her favorite thing. No meant nothing to her. Everybody knew her, and she was wild. She was free. She was fiesty. She was rough. She was life. And yet, because of her pride, she would not settle. She wanted more than just as it was, and I was not able to provide.

Libra, a long distance lover. Loved to call and text every chance she can to be with me, and it went on for months as we grew and loved one another. Her smile on our first video chat, and we slept for hours and we laughed when we woke. We talked about dreams, the future and the possibility of having a family and shared deep secrets, secrets untold. And yet, she picked up a video chat one day and she was with another. She frowned and stared at me. No words needed.

Pisces, loved the idea of love. She made our lives a beginning of a world of wonder and dreams. We were both stuck in lala land, and she showered and cared for our love like no other. And yet, as she loved and loved she slowly began to see the flaws and faults. The fighting and the arguements, non-stop anxiety and jealousy feelings came and she began to wonder if our love was more than a chapter than the whole book of love itself. And for that, she left.

Sagittarius, adored me so much that everything asked was given with no hesitation. She was never to quick to think it through, and she was eager to pull a plan through. And yet, she started to realize her worth. She knew what she was capable of and who she was, and admitted that she was lost before and found herself in the process of being with me. She thanked me for my purpose and we haven’t talked since.

Scorpio, who loved to be dominant. She meant every thing she says, and she expect me to keep myself in check. She wanted nothing more than just to be real and accept our flaws. To love it, respect it. She loved the fact that she was above me, and I succumbed to her. And yet, she later on confessed her true colors and she was not prepared to open up, and she needed time to explore more of herself in order for her to settle down.

Taurus, she was the kind of person that loved to create small things into adventures. Who loved taking trips to stores and various places that made her mind wander. I watched her grow and grow each time we’re together, that slowly she’s out of my reach. She was the epitome of a person that the universe gives you at a young age, and she blossoms into something you couldn’t handle yet.

Virgo, who valued love as much as I. The opposite of, and yet the same as me. She loved nothing more than to be loved, and loved we did. Her voice, her laugh, the moments we shared were the typical romantic scenes you see in movies. She would come home and slowly make her way to me, wrapping herself to me. And complain and talked about her day. She doesn’t even need to speak to me and it was a very strong connection we had that made us in sync with another. She was simple. She was the definition of love. She was mine. And yet, we slowly faded and stopped. The red thread disappeared and our time ended. She was gone. I became lost.

—  Beginning and End
Even Still

A/n: So this was kind of a quick write and it focuses more on emotion than plot, but I’m proud of it. Hope you enjoy!

Betty: I still have your flannel. Are you ever going to pick it up?
Jughead: I don’t have time to get over there. 
Betty: Well I don’t want it.
Jughead: Then I guess you’ll have to bring it to the trailer.
Betty: Fine. Tomorrow. After school.

Betty locked her phone screen and hurled the device onto her bed, trying and failing to fight back the oncoming fit of tears. Every part of her body ached. 

How did she end up here? Just months ago she and Jughead had been closer than ever. So in love and so happy. 

And then the town had to go and fall into a civil war. 

Betty trudged through the next day, barely present in any of her classes as her stomach churned with anxiety. It felt like every five minutes she had to remind herself to unfurl her fists, her nails cutting into the skin bit by bit until the skin finally gave way. 

When the day finally ended Betty practically bolted off campus, making her way to the trailer park in record time. The second she saw that trailer door, however, she froze. Was she really ready for this? Once she returned his things she’d likely never speak to him again. With the town divided the way it was it’s not like she was going to casually run into him at the grocery store. 

“C’mon Betty,” she whispered to herself, “you can do this.” She gripped his flannel even tighter before reaching up and knocking on the door.

A few seconds passed before she heard movement, her chest tightening as heavy footsteps approached the door. 

The door swung open and there he was. Betty’s heart stopped short. He looked… undone. His hair was ragged and beanie-less, his shirt was wrinkled and his eyes were tired. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks.

“Oh my god, Juggie, are you okay?” Betty instantly became concerned, reaching out to touch his cheek before remembering herself and pulling back. “Sorry.” She apologized, her shoulders deflating as she stared down at her shoes. 

They stood in silence for a moment, neither of them quite sure what to say. 

“Do you -” Jughead finally spoke, “Do you want to come in?”

Betty wasn’t quite sure how to respond. Just being near him made her want to scream. She didn’t want to stay, she wanted to run away and never look back. But years of practiced politeness was too much for her to resist, so she stepped past him and into the trailer.

The living room was surprisingly messy. Not in the way it had been when FP was on a booze binge, but definitely not as nice as Jughead tried to keep it. Jughead sat down on one of the couches and Betty sat on the other, the distance between them feeling foreign and awkward.

Betty set the flannel on the coffee table between them and rubbed her palms on her knees. He was the one who had invited her in, he could be the first one to speak.

“Well this is…” Jughead trailed off, unable to find the words.

“Awkward? Uncomfortable?” Betty offered, her tone biting. She knew she sounded cruel but she didn’t care. He was the one who had broken up with her, he was the one who invited her inside, she didn’t have to be nice.

“Can you-” He paused, “Can you just come over here please? I can’t focus with you sitting there. It’s too weird.”

Betty looked at him for a moment, flustered, before slowly standing up and moving over to sit beside him on the couch. As she sat down, her shoulder brushed against his and she felt her heart rush. Every fiber of her screamed to back away, to move across the room once more, but it was too late, she was already sitting. She stared straight forward, refusing to say a word.

“Betts, I - can you look at me? Please?” There was a desperation in Jughead’s voice, a pleading that pulled Betty’s eyes toward his. “God, Betty, I’m so sorry.”

Betty’s breath hitched as his breath tickled her chin, her stomach dropping under the gaze of his piercing blue eyes. She physically could not make sense of all the thoughts running through her mind, his proximity leaving her breathless and senseless. 

“Please,” His voice was a mere whisper, somehow felt more than heard, “Forgive me.”

Her lips parted, an attempt to say something - anything, but it was all too much. He looked at her, eyebrows knitted together in distress. His eyes flickered down to her lips, only a millisecond of weakness but she saw it. He inched forward, his nose brushing against hers as he grew closer with each agonizing second. 

Before her mind could truly process a response, his lips were on hers, her hand instinctively reaching up to cup his cheek. She squeezed her eyes tight, the tears that had been brimming finally flooding over, as her heart attempted to fly out of her chest and toward him. She pulled away, pushing him with a gentle hand on his chest and looking down toward her lap, trying to collect herself.

“Sorry.” Jughead mumbled. “It just… it hurts so much.”

“Yeah.” She whispered, her voice growing cold, “It does.”

“I shouldn’t have said what I did Betty. I mean, god, I haven’t seen you for three days and I’m already falling apart. Please, please, take me back.”

“You said we were wrong for each other. That there was no more point in trying. That you didn’t love me anymore.” Betty’s eyes were brimming with tears, every word leaving a bitter taste on her tongue.

“I didn’t mean it. Any of it. I just…” his shoulders slumped, “I got scared. This town is falling apart, Betty. I just kept waiting for us to be the next casualty. I got tired of waiting, and I just… I decided to put an end to it.” He took her hands in his, holding onto her as if he was afraid she might fly away, “But it was a mistake.

“Jughead,” Betty softened, her anger melting away as she looked into his heartbroken eyes, “Don’t you get it? We’re not going to be a casualty. I’m not going to let us.” She placed a gentle hand on his cheek, stroking her thumb against his jawline, “I love you.

“Still?” Jughead asked, his voice brimming with uncertainty and hope.

“Still.” Betty smiled, leaning in and kissing him again. But this time, there was no uncertainty, no sadness - only the reassurance she had been trying to give him for so long. And for the first time in a long time, Betty could feel him accept it. 

Can we talk about Isak’s text to Noora?

People were so quick to throw him under the bus and scream character assassination when he interrupted Sana’s speech about being discriminated against. And yes he was wrong. He was wrong because he’s an idealist. Because he’s not in Sana’s shoes. He’s an idealist but he doesn’t even know it.
He was so wrapped up in his bubble of happiness with Even that he didn’t realize that sometimes hate will find you even when you’re not looking for it. That sometimes, even when you’re minding your own business and kissing your boyfriend whom you love so damn much, some people will yell shit at you down the street and discriminate against you and throw hate your way just because you’re different, just because you’re you.
Isak was showered with so much love and was so blind to the outside world, that he forgot all about the hate. He forgot how horrible people can be just for the heck of it.

Isak was reminded of that. He was reminded of that and he didn’t like it. But instead of making it about him, he realized that he was probably wrong about more than one thing.

Isak takes it upon himself to reach out to Noora. Isak, the boy who barely used to answer his text messages, reaches out to Noora simply to make sure she includes that Sana is strong in her speech. He wants her to know that she is strong and that her friends know that she’s strong. That she deals with so much shit. With so much hate that she should not have to deal with. When Isak thinks of Sana, he thinks of a strong person. And that honestly makes my heart burst because she is. She is so damn strong.

Isak is not perfect. He is 18. He doesn’t have to be. But every day, he is learning. He is learning and growing and becoming a better version of himself every day.

Isak is not perfect but he is getting there. 💛
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Dreams Answered

Happy Father’s Day!

If someone would have told him 500 years ago that this is what his life would be like today, he would have laughed at them. It was the one dream he never allowed for himself, the one dream he never believed would be granted. So he spent centuries dreaming for others.

Even after the cauldron blessed him with his beautiful mate, he still did not allow himself to dream of this future for himself. It was not until the Bone Carver’s shared vision of the future that he begun to have a sliver of hope. Even with that vision he never thought he would wake up to such breathtaking sight of his mate and son cocooned within his wing.

He’ll never forget the day that he found out and even if he did, Cassian would never let him forget. When he scented the change in her, the scent of new life she had been sparring with Cassian on the roof. His landing on the training grounds turned more into that of a freefall and less of a glide from the shock. A year later their son was born and it was easily the happiest day of his life.

He stared at his little mini-me nestled as close as he could to Feyre. His nose scrunched just like his mother’s when he dreamt. He held back tears when he notice that his little wings stretched protectively across Feyre’s ever growing belly.

It was worth it, every nightmare, every bad choice, every wound, was worth the pain to get him here. He would continue to thank every star in the night sky for the gift they had bestowed upon him.

You Won’t Cry Another Tear.

Request from anon: Could I request a Bucky x teen reader? On his time off from avenging he takes some time to help out at a local gym to teach self defense.. there he meets a young teenage girl who’s shy and nervous. He gets to know her and offers her private lessons to make her more comfortable… during a lesson she tells him about her bad home life and it’s why she wanted to learn to defend herself. He watches her family one night and sees how bad things are so he gets Tony’s help with adopting her from them.

Bucky Barnes x Teen!Reader

Words: 2,491

Warnings: Violence, physical abuse, injuries, threatening behaviour and swearing.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators. <3

“Thrust the sole of your foot towards the attacker’s knee to incapacitate him or her, buying you enough time to run….” Bucky demonstrated what he was talking about with one of the older members of the group in the room, a 17 year-old male, before explaining exactly why it was effective. “It is a simple enough move that anyone can do but it gives you a higher rate of being able to get away because unlike the face and groin area the knee is nearly impossible to block….” A smirk tugged at his features as the male fell onto the mat beneath them. “….and people generally need a working set of legs to chase someone down.”

It had taken little over a year for Bucky to get to the point where he felt he could socialise properly in public. They knew who he had once been but they were also aware as to why he had done the things he had, no one feared him as much as they had done during his time as the Winter Soldier and eventually they even came to accept him as part of The Avengers. All of which worked well when he decided he needed to so something more productive with his free time…self-defence classes for vulnerable teens.

New York City seemed to be full of them and given the amount of trouble Steve always seemed to get himself into as a kid, starting fights he could never physically finish, he wanted to offer the one thing he never had done for his best friend (mainly because he always made sure that he was the one who finished the fights for him) and that was to teach them how to defend themselves. The moves he taught were not so that they could go out onto the streets and start fights, he made that perfectly clear from the start, but so they could avoid being hurt themselves or even being taken.

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The bird on my shoulder

Originally posted by scar5let

So, this is my first time posting. @travelwithwords requested this to save me from my writers block, so here goes! Also, probably wouldn’t be posting if it wasn’t for her, so thank you! 

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If someone would have told him 500 years ago that this is what his life would be like today, he would have laughed at them. It was the one dream he never allowed for himself, the one dream he never believed would be granted. So he spent centuries dreaming for others.

Even after the cauldron blessed him with his beautiful mate, he still did not allow himself to dream of this future for himself. It was not until the Bone Carver’s shared vision of the future that he begun to have a sliver of hope. Even with that vision he never thought he would wake up to such breathtaking sight of his mate and son cocooned within his wing.

He’ll never forget the day that he found out and even if he did, Cassian would never let him forget. When he scented the change in her, the scent of new life she had been sparring with Cassian on the roof. His landing on the training grounds turned more into that of a freefall and less of a glide from the shock. A year later their son was born and it was easily the happiest day of his life.

He stared at his little mini-me nestled as close as he could to Feyre. His nose scrunched just like his mother’s when he dreamt. He held back tears when he notice that his little wings stretched protectively across Feyre’s ever growing belly.

It was worth it, every nightmare, every bad choice, every wound, was worth the pain to get him here. He would continue to thank every star in the night sky for the gift they had bestowed upon him.

I feel like every era we get closer and closer with Taylor. Every era she finds a new way to include us, to interact with us. She continually makes us feel like we’re not just her fans, but her friends and that friendship grows every single day and it makes me love her even more.

A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 18.1

As promised in my teaser, here’s the newest chapter of Vegas! @outlandishchridhe and I are really really excited about where this story is going and we can’t wait to share it with you. There is a lot going on in this chapter, so it turned into another monster chapter and it’s broken up into 3 parts. The next chunks will come out on the next few Tuesdays, which will hopefully give us enough time to get 19 written and edited. 

Catch up on chapter 17 HERE or the whole series HERE

Claire sat down with a hard thump, still looking at the picture of her license on her phone. Jamie knelt down in front of her, taking in her vacant expression.

“Are ye alright?”

“Yeah, I’m just… I passed. It doesn’t feel real.”

“But ye did it. I’m so proud of ye, mo chridhe.”

Her eyes drifted up and met his.

“I couldn’t have done it without you. Thank you.”

“I didna do much. It was all your brilliance. Because this is what ye were meant for.”

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to her forehead, as she breathed out a laugh.

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Protecting the Flower

Request:  A Jay x reader where Jay just wants to protect the reader from everything because she is kinda sad because her mom is mother gothel and she just wants to be like Repunzel.

Warnings: Slight swearing, mentions of neglect, implied self-hatred

Words: 1,149

A/N: I wasn’t quite sure what you meant by ‘wants to be like Rapunzel’ so I just took that as she wants to be Rapunzel herself in a way, so I’m sorry if you meant something else! And I’m having this take place when Jay is still on the Isle so there’s kind of that ‘mother always compares me to her’ thing.

Sitting in my room at my vanity, I glared at the reflection I looked at. I didn’t hate myself, I more-so hated who I wasn’t. I wasn’t Rapunzel. And mother found the desire to remind me of that every day. 

Brushing my long [H/C] hair out, I sighed and set my brush down as I thought of the song mother sang to me growing up, the lullaby she also sang to Rapunzel and later had her sing to mother. 

Flower, gleam and glow. Let your power shine. 

Make the clock reverse, bring back what once was mine

Heal what has been hurt, change the fates design

Save what has been lost, bring back what once was mine

What once was mine. 

The song remained in my head all the time. Growing up, mother would make me sing that stupid song to her all the time in hopes of me somehow having magic hair like Rapunzel. Once that hope had vanished, well, all care my mother held for me went away pretty damn quick. 

I became little more than a slave that called her mother. I was there to cook and clean and just do things that mother didn’t want to do. 

I shook my head and stood up, leaving my room and heading down the steps to the living room where my mother sat doing some sewing. “[Y/N], there you are. Go get some ingredients to make hazelnut soup.” Mother said, then she groaned when I made a face subconsciously. I hated hazelnut soup. “No, on second thought, don’t. Go get ingredients for anything else, I don’t care. You don’t like hazelnut soup…it was Rapunzel’s favorite, she would eat almost anything I fixed. You are so picky. Fix whatever you want for supper. Hell, I don’t care if you starve just don’t come complaining to me.” She said, shaking her head and turning back to sewing. 

“Yes, mother,” I said, frowning and walking out of the house and down to the market, kicking some rocks as I bit my lip. 

I wasn’t Rapunzel, yet I was always compared to her. Hell, I’ve never even met Rapunzel and yet here I am always compared to her. And I hated her for that. 

“[Y/N]!” A familiar voice called out to me, so I turned around and saw Jay running up towards me, and I gave a small smile. Jay and I have been best friends for awhile now, and he was constantly helping me out with my mother. I.E., he got me out of the house whenever mother and I argued. Which was all of the time. 

“Hey, Jay,” I said, giving a small smile as I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, waiting for him to catch up to me. “What are you doing?” I asked him once he made it to my side, me folding my hands together in front of me. 

“Oh you know, on some runs for my dad. Can I come with you? What are you doing?” Jay asked me, brushing his hand through his long hair to get it out of his face, and I handed him a hair tie to help him out some. 

“Sure, you know I’m always happy for some company, and I’m just heading to the market to get some things for supper,” I said, smiling at him and beginning to head toward the market. I figured I’d get some ingredients for that stupid hazelnut soup so mother didn’t have to complain about me hating it. 

On our way to the market, Jay and I just talked about nothing and everything, and it was nice to finally get my train of thought away from that stupid Rapunzel. “Is everything okay?” Jay asked suddenly, looking at me with concern. 


“You look like something’s wrong…what’s going on? Is it your mom again? Is she comparing you to Rapunzel?” Jay asked me, to which I gave a sigh and kept quiet for a little while, kicking a rock before going into one of the shops to get some ingredients. 

“Yeah…but that’s nothing new. I just wish I could be Rapunzel, Jay. Rapunzel was basically the perfect child up until meeting that good for nothing Flynn Rider. Maybe if I was Rapunzel then maybe mother would actually care about me…” I said, biting my lip because I knew if I wasn’t careful I’d start to cry, and I couldn’t have that. 

Jay frowned and looked at me, putting an arm around me and pulling me to him in a hug, rubbing my back. “[Y/N], you are so much better than Rapunzel-” He began to say, to which I shoved him off. 

“How? Jay, my mother can’t stand me! I can’t do anything right in her eyes! I don’t like hazelnut soup, I don’t clean the house like Rapunzel did or as fast, I can’t cook worth a shit, and I don’t have the magic hair! I’m constantly sneaking out of the house! Rapunzel was the perfect child, she could cook and clean and she never rebelled and she was just better.” I said, finally breaking down and starting to sob, and Jay grabbed me and pulled me into his chest, stroking my long [H/C] hair. 

“[Y/N], you are so much better than Rapunzel! I hate to say it, but Rapunzel was completely brainwashed…you know that your mother is nothing more than a villain. You’re the daughter of a villain, of course, you’re not going to be anything like Rapunzel. You were raised completely by the villain side of your mother…Rapunzel got the loving side of her.” Jay said, kissing my head and I felt a small droplet hit the top of my head. Was he crying? 

“You can’t constantly compare yourself to her, because you aren’t her…you are [Y/N] Gothel. And personally, I think you are so much better than Rapunzel. You’re rebellious and you have your own way of doing things. You don’t bend over backward for people who don’t deserve it, but you’re loyal to those who do. You are amazing…I just wish you could see it.” He said softly, and I pulled away to look at him, a tear streaming down his face like I was sure mine had plenty of them. I probably looked ridiculous. 

“…Do you really mean that?” I asked him after some hesitation.

Jay nodded, placing his hand on my cheek and wiping my tears away with his thumb. “I do… [Y/N], you are wonderful and beautiful…I just wish I could protect you from getting hurt like this…I really do.” Jay said gently, leaning down to kiss my forehead, but I last minute stood on my tip toes so it was our lips that connected. 

“I think you’re doing a good job,” I whispered when he pulled back. 

I had a talk with my boss yesterday.

It just happened informally at the end of the day. She’s not in our Orange County office most days, but she was yesterday.

I realized that the only thing holding me back from succeeding at this job is my own fatigue and self doubt. She really, really wants to give me a raise. I finally signed up for a professional exam, which I’ll be taking in September. It’s supposed to be very tough, and I have been avoiding it due to fear.

My boss had said she would give me a $2 raise when I passed it. I told her as I was leaving that I’m taking the exam in September. She let me know that she is trying hard to get pay increases from a couple of customers. If she does, she’s going to give me a $6.50 per hour raise and put me on salary. There isn’t a lot of after hours work, and I haven’t done much overtime lately, because I’ve learned the job, and she hired a 50% time assistant for me, who is a joy to work with.

That raise would be a huge jump and would ease our financial position. My boss said she wants me to be fully credentialed and making six figures within 4-5 years. I would basically be running our Orange County operations. That excites me and terrifies me at the same time. Part of my cult upbringing was a total disavowal of ambition and pride in your own successes. I still have never tapped into that stream. I need to find it.

My boss said she knew I was doing great, but when she took over my email when I was in the hospital, she was amazed at how much I get done every day and how caught up I was in a job where you’re never caught up. She told me I’m doing an amazing job, and she apologized for being a poor startup, because she says I deserve $60K or more right now for the work I’m doing.

One of my recent bosses used to throw me under the bus at every opportunity and blame me for her mistakes. I’m still hesitant because of her. I have never had a boss that believes in me like this. It makes me want to stretch and grow. I also hope I’ll get truly well, because I could do so much better if I weren’t exhausted all the time.

Happy Saturday, my friends!

Tales of Miss Fortune(Part 6)

AKA, God is dead and we are getting almost nsfw. RIP Adrien’s dick. And congratulations to everybody who guessed who is getting drunk.

Sin warning! Well, sort of.

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Marinette tapped her chin thoughtfully as she stared at the six rococo paintings propped against the wall. Sticking her tongue out she began sketching fastly, trying to make the imagine in her head take a form on the paper. She had this rococo inspired collection in her mind for a while now, she just needed the time to gather the reference material. Or in this case, oil paintings. Marinette looked at the paintings again. That was the problem with inspired collections. You always had to be careful how much you take, how much you put from you and how well it can blend so it actually looks good. After about twenty minutes Marinette was moderately satisfied with the sketch. Taking a sip from her tea, she glanced at her kwami, Tikki who was sleeping soundly on the puffy pillow Marinette had made for her three years ago. The little god had not been very happy with the way Marinette decided to use one of the most powerful miraculouses. It began by trying to convince Marinette to change her ways. But if you knew Marinette Dupain-Cheng you knew she was a stubborn one, so that attempt failed. And when the little god saw it was in vain, she just gave Marinette the silent treatment for almost two years. It had been… awkward. And then the accident with her father happened and her mother decided to move back to China and it was just Marinette in an empty apartment studio. In the end, she and Tikki had to speak. It turned out better than expected. She wasn’t approving Marinette’s behavior but she was being more amused by it than annoyed nowadays. Shaking her head she returned her attention to her sketches, only to be interrupted by a message.

Odd. If Alya wanted to talk with hr they would Skype. Picking up her phone, Marinette opened the message. And had to read it two more times to make sure she wasn’t seeing things.

I know this message could be interpreted as lacking properness, and you are under no circumstances forced to agree, but I am in a state that requires quite the distraction, but I’m not emotionally stable enough to get the respective distraction on my own. So this is my official invitation for you to share an alcoholic beverage with me. ω(=^・^=)ω 

Marinette covered her mouth and giggled. Oh, that awkward precious bean. Well, isn’t like she could refuse the offer of getting drunk with her sweet kitten. Marinette smirked. this was bound to be interesting.

It seemed like he was already drunk when she arrived, if his wobbly moves and foggy look were anything to go by. Adrien held the door open as he looked at Marinette, his eyes zeroing on her low v neck. He giggled.

“I can see your ladyboobies.” he burst into another fit of giggles.

Marinette raised one eyebrow: “I can take my shirt off so you can see them even better.”

As Adrien almost fell on his ass from the shock, Marinette strutted in, and took a seat in one of the armchairs before pouring herself a glass. That was some expensive wine, but isn’t like she should be surprised. Adrien joined her sitting in the armchair across from her and picking a bottle and beginning to gulp the wine down. Marinette let her gaze size him up, wondering just what got him into this state. She certainly hoped it was her. Adrien stared at his bottle as if it hid the answers to the deepest, darker secrets of the universe. With a dramatic sigh, he turned his eyes to her.

“I have to confess my sins.” Marinette was too taken aback to even answer to that. “I used to dress up as Sailor Moon for multiple years. I was the biggest Ouran High School Host Club fan out there, Tamaki was my role model. Once I ate a whole cake in one sitting cause my sweet tooth got out of control.”

Marinette wasn’t that surprised he was an anime fan. He probably liked memes too.

“I have a praise kink.”

“Oh!” Marinette sipped her wine and leaned forward, propping her chin in her hand, cause hell yeah, just hit the jackpot right here. He should have gotten drunk sooner. “Do tell me more.”

Adrien leaned against the back of the armchair and continued a rant. “And a bondage kink. That’s Miss Fortune fault. And I’m into pegging. And I really need to go to church these days or cleanse myself from all the sex dreams I have about her. And sometimes you. Oh, shit, forget I just said that. Anyway, I’m also into gags and pet play and… “

Marinette’s smirk was growing bigger with every kink Adrien was sharing. This night was way more fun than she could have ever imagined. And so informative. Oh, she will make good use of this newfound information. For noble purposes, of course.

“Marinette?” Adrien whined.


“Do you think Miss Fortune thinks I’m sexy?”

Oh, only if you knew, she thought.

Leaning back, she feigned indifference. “Well, she mentioned she is into blondes, so maybe.”

Adrien got the silliest grin in the world. It was so cute. Marinette bit her lip. She really had to keep from pouncing on him. “But what do you think? Do you think I am sexy?”

Oh, minou, you are far too entertaining, she smiled a little, glancing at her glass contemplatively. Now it was the time for her to play her cards right.

“You reminds me of Chat Noir, actually.” she pouted, her eyes sliding over Adrien. “And given I want to ride him so hard he won’t be able to work for a week, then yeah, I’d say yo are sexy.”

Adrien’s face turned red in seconds and he took another gulp of wine. “You think Chat Noir is sexy?” he must have realized he was being a little too obvious and added. “Funny, I think so too.”

Marinette crossed her legs, trying to hide her amusement at his failed attempts at subtility. “I’m sure you do. What about Miss Fortune, though?”

Adrien got a dreamy look. “Oh, she’s so gorgeous. Her blue eyes just wow, and when she smirks, it’s aaaaaaahhh, and when she teases me, it’s frustrating, but then mmmmmmmmmmm.” h actually moaned at that, before focusing his attention back on her. “ You kind of look like her, a little.” he sighed finally.

Marinette tapped her fingers against her glass, thinking carefully about her next move. She took another sip, finishing whatever was left in the glass and settled it on the table in front of her. Then, slowly, but surely, she got up and made her way towards him, slipping in his lap. “What if I tease you then?”

Adrien put his bottle down and laughed half-heartedly. “Nice try but I can only get hard when it’s Miss Fortune doing it with her yoyo.”

Marinette smirked. This night kept on giving. But back to the problem at hand. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she whispered. “Is this a challenge, angel?”

Adrien seemed to snap back out of his utter drunkness for a moment. He grabbed her wrists gently and took off her arms off his shoulders. “No. You are very pretty, but I am loyal to Miss Fortune.”

Marinette kept from growling. Really now? Really? What must a girl do to get the dick she had been thirsting over for years?

Striking his hair slowly, Marinette decided to play along some more. “And if Miss Fortune was here?”

She could have sworn thee was drool in the corner of his mouth. “My dream threesome.”

Seeing Adrien hadn’t entirely pushed her off, Marinette decided to test something out. Moving slowly, she rolled her hips, grinding against him. Adrien’s eyes were still far away, but his body reacted, his hips pushing back just slightly. Biting her bottom lip, Marinette kept the slow moves. Until she felt something hard against her thigh. Adrien finally seemed to snap out of his threesome dream land.

“Ignore the boner. My dick is more drunk than me. It probably thinks you are Miss Fortune.”

Tilting her head, Marinette gave him a curious look. “Can’t we pretend?”

Honestly, this night was becoming more hilarious with every move. Her whole charade will start to wear thing if Adrien kept being so ‘loyal’. And her hormones weren’t exactly easy to ignore. She was a woman with a healthy sex appetite thank you very much.

“No, no. I’m not as easy to fool as my dick.”

Well, his dick had obvious something to say on the matter, cause it only became harder and started testing the resistance of his jeans and Marinette could feel it perfectly.

“Ignore him, he is rude.”

“Does he have a name?” Marinette asked, glancing quickly between them.

Adrien nodded solemnly. “His name is Adrien Junior.”

Marinette cooed mockingly, which he probably didn’t pick on. “How cute!’ running her fingers through his hair, Marinette assured him. "Don’t worry, Adrien Junior isn’t rude at all. I could even play with him a little.”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Adrien wiggled his index finger in front of her eyes. “I said he only wants to play with Miss Fortune.”

Yeah, she knew how much Adrien Junior wanted to play with her. But Adrien Senior refused every damn time because of some morality bullshit. Marinette sighed. It was obviously she won’t get anything else out of him. If only she hadn’t left Tikki at home… wait.

Adrien gasped as she jumped off him and picked her purse, running out of the apartment.

“I forgot the oven on, I’ll be back soon!” she screamed over her shoulder.

Adrien frowned. That was odd, but hey, he didn’t want Marinette’s house to burn down. He raised his bottle, ready to take another sip only to discover the bottle was empty. Huffing, he went to the table, managing not to fall on his ass, and opened another expensive bottle of wine. the thing about expensive wine was that it was so good it got you drunk properly and that’s exactly what he needed to forget about the whole good kitten incident from that morning. After a couple of minutes, he was really getting too hot. Huh, alcohol was getting him hot. Interesting. He took off his shirt and pants, but kept his red boxers on. It was much better like that. He was contemplating the idea of calling it a night, when a figure stumbled through his balcony’s doors. And there was Miss Fortune in all her glory. Adrien almost dropped the bottle. Maybe she was a hallucination?

“Hey, hunk!” she waved at him.

Nope, she was certainly not a hallucination, hallucinations don’t talk. Or do they?

Well, Chat Noir isn’t here.“ she sighed dramatically. "How I wish he was here.” her eyes slid over to Adrien and she smirked. “Could you pretend to be my kitten for a while?”

Adrien’s brain wasn’t exactly working, so he could only gasp as his dick was screamed at him to accept. Miss Fortune strutted to him and sat on his lap. “Please? I really miss my kitten.”

Adrien squeaked. How could he refuse? “I can be your kitten. And anything else you want me to be.”

Miss Fortune began stroking his hair, the same way Marinette did earlier and just like then Adrien was trying his best not to purr. However, he couldn’t keep the whine in as she stopped her ministrations. However, Adrien’s eyes were about to pop out of his head as she reached for the back of her suit, making it come undone and letting the upper part slid off.

(Marinette knew she was inspired with the design and allowing it to be removable.)

She pouted, feigning shyness. “I always wanted my kitten to say they are his favourites.”

Adrien’s eyes slid to her exposed flesh and hardened nipples and he gulped. “They are my favourites! Your Ladyboobies are wonderful. I love them. I always wanted to hold them.”

Miss Fortune smiled. “Well, they are right here, a few centimeters away, so you have a chance.”

Adrien gasped in delight. Back in his teenage days, eh always wanted to hold her breasts. Not that now he didn’t want to, but he wanted to do other things some more. “Can I?”

Miss Fortune was really liking the starry look in his eyes. “Of course you can, kitten. But no claws, for now, my ladyboobies are a little bit too soft for that.”

Adrien reached for them and cupped her gently, enjoying the sensation of her skin against his palms. “They are warm.”

“Your hands are warm too, mon minou.” she purred. “I said no scratch, but you can squeeze them harder. I don’t mind a tight squeeze.”

Adrien did as she suggested, gripping the flesh tightly, enjoying the way they fit in his hands, before running his thumbs over her nipples. “I love them.”

Miss Fortune hummed, obviously satisfied with his presentation. Somewhere, his mind was screaming that he shouldn’t do things like that with a thief, but honestly, Adrien run out of fucks to give. And he was so drunk, this whole thing could be just one big hallucination. He was going to enjoy it as it lasted.

“Can I kiss them?” he asked suddenly.

“See for yourself, chaton. Can you?”

Licking his lips, Adrien lowered his head and began sucking on her left nipple while he kept massaging her right breast. His tongue teased her, before he moved his mouth, nipping at the sensitive skin above the nipple. As he kept his ministration, moving to the right breast as well, Miss Fortune moaned.

“Oh, minou, you really know how to use that tongue of yours.”

Adrien basked in the praise before a cat-like instinct took over him and he purred shortly. “They are mine. My ladyboobies.”

Miss Fortune giggled, before moaning again. Ah, this was wonderful. If only he would be sober. Tugging gently at his hair, she pulled him away from her boobs. Adrien whined, obviously not satisfied. He gasped as Miss Fortune picked him up and carried him bridal style to his bed.

“Cuddle time, pretty kitten.” she declared, settling him on the bed.

Adrien wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and hiding his face in her breasts. Miss Fortune was stroking his hair soothingly, as he purred against her bare chest. Honestly, this was paradise on earth. Why didn’t he accept her advances earlier? His poor dick had been right the whole time.

“I love your ladyboobies.” he muttered against her skin.

“But do you love me, minou?”

Adrien raised his head oh so slightly, glancing at her with those gorgeous green eyes. “This pussy loves you purry much.”

Miss Fortune kept petting him until he fell asleep soundly. She unwrapped his hands from around her, before getting out of the bed. She tucked him under the blankets and kissed his forehead.

“Sleep well, mon amour.”


Anon: can u do snsd as vampires please :)

Anon: Snsd as Vampires pweaseee

a/n: when I tried to do snsd as vampires I accidentally did werewolf instead hah so sorry anons!! but I finally did this right, I hope you enjoy ~


  • She’s the Queen of the Undead.
  • As one of the longest living vampires, she’s seen and knows a lot. Despite her innocent looks and sometimes childish personality, she’s wise and cunning. Any innocence she expresses is purely an act, to deceive enemies into letting their guard down.
  • Due to her age, controlling her blood lust is very easy. She’s had centuries to perfect her resistance.
  • But when she gets a whiff of you one day, it’s as if those centuries were for nothing and she was a newborn again. After tracking the mouth watering scent, she finds you swimming in a lake with your friends. With eyewitnesses around, she decides not to attack and instead watches.
  • She stalks you home and watches you, over the following days, not really sure why she’s doing it. If not for your friends, she would have attacked you in a heartbeat. But as she watches you alone, fixing your hair or folding your clothes, she never attacks.
  • “It’s fate, stupid,” Tiffany tells her. “Her scent drew you in, like destiny. You should introduce yourself and if you still don’t want to hunt, then it’s definitely fate.”
  • Taeyeon does just that, introducing herself as you stack shelves in the library you work at.
  • “Hello, I’m Taeyeon. I was hoping I could take you out on a date?”

Originally posted by taengs


  • After leaving her coven, she roams the world alone. Travelling country to country, experiencing different cultures and learning multiple languages. She speaks so many dead languages and has met so many historic people.
  • One of whom, was you.
  • You were an explorer, adventuring through forests of far off lands in search of mythical creatures and artifacts. You both meet when you encountered a friendly tribe, who introduced you both to their way of life.
  • After you move on to explore the forest more, Jessica joins you and during your travels, you two grow very close.
  • Eventually, you find out her secret and instead of running, it makes your bond even stronger.
  • Together, you don’t discover dragons and the like but you do discover new insects and plant life. It’s enough to earn your name a place in the history books. None of which speak of your companion in exploration and in life, but Jessica doesn’t care.
  • Your life eventually ended, like all humans, but her love never did. As long as your legacy is remembered in books and not only by her, she can continue to stay strong, even without you by her side.

Originally posted by dancinginthegalaxy


  • With her never ending youth and bubbly personality, she can pass for a lot, lot, lot younger than she really is. Which is why Taeyeon often tasks her with going undercover. She can make herself fit into every community or any age group. Which is why she does so well undercover.
  • It just so happens that for this specific task, Sunkyu was tasked with working at a hospital, where you too worked.
  • As she begins settling in, making connections and gathering information, she finds her mind occupied by something not related to her task .. You.
  • You were easy to talk to and she found herself almost feeling like her heart was beating once more. Which it couldn’t, of course, but you made her feel so human and alive that she expected it to beat at any moment.
  • As Taeyeon makes a routine phone call, checking on the tasks progress, Sunkyu finds herself asking; “Hey, can I get more time here? I’ll get the task done before the deadline but I’d like to still work here a little longer .. I met someone great, someone named Y/N. And I’d like to get to know them better.”

Originally posted by soonkyulee


  • All around her, humans die. Disease, murder, old age .. Humans are so frail and weak. While most vampires feel superior to humans, she feels pity. So many humans have so much to offer but their lives are so short .. It’s tragic, really.
  • So she helps humans however she can. If she stumbles on a mugging, she’ll intervene, or someone about to take their life, she tries to talk them down and remind them that life is precious.
  • ‘Humans should make the most of what little life they have,’ she thinks.
  • While helping out at a homeless shelter, she meets you. You were young and had no where to go, the world weighing on your shoulders. She sensed a light from you, that was dimmed by your hard life. So she helps you shine.
  • Tiffany helps you find a job, find housing and get your feet on the ground. You’re eternally grateful and when you have enough income to support yourself and a little spare cash, you take her out to eat.
  • “I know it’s not much but .. I want to repay you. I owe you so much. I’m going to spend every day, until we’re old and grey, repaying your kind heart. I’ve never met anyone more beautiful, inside and out, than you.”
  • Although she can’t cry, Tiffany feels close to tears, at that restaurant table.
  • “Don’t .. Don’t say things like that. Don’t make me fall for you .. We’re different, in a way you don’t know. You shouldn’t worry about me. Go find someone that’s like you, who can grow old with you.”
  • During the months spent with you, watching you grow and shine, she can’t deny that she has feelings. But this love will only end in pain, as your life slowly slips away and she’s left all alone, in a world without you.

Originally posted by just-nine


  • After you join the coven as a newborn, Hyoyeon is tasked with training you and teaching you to control the bloodlust. She hunts with you and finds herself growing protective of you.
  • At first, she assumed it’s because you were so young and vulnerable when you joined. So it brought out her protective side.
  • But as time passes, the seasons change and the humans wither and die; she starts to understand what her feelings really mean.
  • It’s not purely a need to protect you that she feels, but love. Having watched you grow, having spent so much time talking and hanging out with you, is how she fell in love.
  • “Hey,” she says suddenly. You’re both drinking in the moonlight, as you walk through a sleepy village. “So are you gonna ask me out sometime soon or do I have to wait another century?”
  • “I was waiting on you. You better take me somewhere nice.”
  • She gawks, “You little - !”

Originally posted by baekhyunsama


  • As you clean tables and mop the floor, time passes slowly. It often did during your lonesome shifts. Since the restaurant didn’t get much business during the week, the boss often had you work alone.
  • The seconds dragged until the bell jingled and you turned towards the door, “Hello, how can I help ..” The words were stolen from your lips.
  • A woman of ungodly beauty stood in the doorway. “Hello, can I have a word with your manager?”
  • You go to his office, at the back of the restaurant and knock. “Sir, a customer would like to speak with you.” “I’m busy.” “It seemed pretty important, sir.”
  • There’s a sigh before the door opens. But when the manager walks into the main area and sees the mystery woman, he screams and tries to run.
  • You watch in shock as she catches him in the blink of an eye. “The leader would like a word with you. It seems you haven’t been paying your dues.”
  • “Take my employee instead,” he pleads immediately. “You can do whatever you want with them, just don’t take me. Please. I have a family.”
  • “Oh, I’ll be coming back for your employee, don’t worry.” Instead of fear, you feel your heart flutter as she winks before departing.
  • Although you’re not quite sure what just took place, you do think that it means you get to go home early .. Plus, a beautiful woman will be paying you a visit.
  • Today has been a good day :)

Originally posted by letsbutterfy


  • When Taeyeon joins up with a nearby coven, she can’t help but feel apprehensive. Of course, she trusts Taeyeon’s judgement but she can’t help but be protective of her people. So she keeps an eye on you, and your coven, making sure you don’t make any wrong moves.
  • As she spies on you reading in the library, she’s shocked to the core when you speak. “Are you going to hide there all day or join me, Choi Sooyoung?”
  • She’s never been caught spying before, which alone tells her you’re a powerful vampire. She sits with you, pulling out a random book and pretending to read.
  • “So what’s your story?” you ask. “How did you get turned?”
  • Sooyoung merely sneers at first. She doesn’t trust you, why would she tell you such a story? But as she follows you around more, as you spend more time together, she finds herself letting her guard down more and more.
  • Until one day she realizes that she trusts you, that she’s no longer wary of your coven joining up with hers.
  • Suddenly, she enters your chambers and sits on your bed. “So you wanted to know my story. I’ll tell you but .. you first.”

Originally posted by sooyyoung


  • The era is one of danger. She knows that she must conceal her identity, she must always be aware to keep herself safe. To top things off, she’s a woman. With society against allowing women to even read, she holds classes in secret and teaches little girls how to read and write.
  • The joy of a child writing their own name is something that makes these secret classes worth it.
  • After one of these classes, she catches the scent of an unfamiliar vampire. Afraid that the people of her village are under attack, she speeds through the forest and stumbles upon one sinking their teeth into your neck.
  • She was too late to stop them biting you but at least she could spare your life. Yoona knew you would turn soon and felt pity for the loss of your normal life, but at least now she had a friend who would understand her.
  • She teaches you all she knows, how to blend in with humans and control your hunger.
  • And as the eras change and you both live in a world where woman can be educated and wear trousers (!!!!), Yoona changes too. She’s stronger, more confident in herself. And unashamed to admit her feelings for you.
  • “Hey, you!” she says. “Let’s go on a date.”
  • When you readily agree, she can’t help but smile victoriously.

Originally posted by girls-generation


  • Being the best is something she does naturally. Even as a human child and as a newborn vampire, she excelled at whatever task she was given. So when a new vampire joins the coven and excels her excellence, she can’t help but call you a rival.
  • You both compete to be the best, to outshine each other. Well, you only do so because she started to challenge you. And you hate loosing.
  • For decades, you two are enemies.
  • And behind the scenes, the other vampires take bets; on whether you’ll kill or kiss each other. “That is pure sexual tension between them” “Nah, looks more like blood lust to me.”
  • This continues on until during an argument, you do the only thing to shut her up that you can think of .. You kiss her.
  • “W - what!?”
  • “Stop talking. Your voice irritates me.”

Originally posted by hyons


Characters: Jensen x reader, reader’s brother! Jared, Richard, Reader’s character on the show: Jade, Richard

Word Count: 1424

Warnings: fluff

Summary: It is time for Jared to find out about you and Jensen’s relationship. How will he react?

Beta(s): none. All mistakes are mine :)

Author’s Note: This is for @deanwinchester-smut challenge where the prompt was “I don’t have a hickey, I was using a curling iron.” and for @evansrogerskitten challenge where the reader was a first time SPN convention star. I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always appreciated! enjoy xx

Originally posted by iwriteaboutdean

“Joining our cast and first time convention star. Please welcome Y/N Padalecki to the stage!” Richard says as you walk onto the stage and wave at the fans.

You look across the room to see many happy, screaming faces. “Hey guys! Thanks for joining my first panel. It feels different than being backstage listening,” you laugh and they laugh with you.

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anonymous asked:

How about O.“Was that supposed to hurt?” for Supercat.

“Why are you so mean?” 

Kara gasped and clapped her hands over her mouth as soon as the words left her mouth, but it was too late. There was no sucking them back in, no swallowing them back down. She had just signed her own death warrant. Even if Cat didn’t put a hit out on her for daring to open her big, stupid mouth, Kara could certainly kiss her job goodbye. There was no way in hell Cat Grant would stand for not making an example of her now.

She hovered just inside the doorway, hands still cupped over her mouth and heart hammering away in her chest.

Cat hadn’t moved a muscle. She was frozen at her desk, one hand on her hip and one braced on the desk, gaze burning a hole through Kara’s forehead. But then one perfectly tweezed eyebrow ticked up and Cat let out a slow stream of a sigh.

“Was that supposed to hurt?” The words dragged across Cat’s perfect, pouty lips. She pressed a hand over her chest and took on a mocking tone. “Oh, you wound me.” She then rolled her eyes and dropped the act. “Christ, Kiera, Greek yogurt manages to be more tart than you. Even your insults are vanilla.”

Kara blinked and then blinked again. She was stunned. “You…you’re not mad?”

Cat scoffed. “Please.”

“I don’t know what…what got into me,” Kara said. She cleared her throat and took a step toward Cat’s desk. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Grant.”

“Apologize to your pride, Kiera,” Cat said, and then she began to gather her things. Kara’s brow furrowed as she watched Cat drop a few things into her purse and pop on her oversized sunglasses. It was the middle of the work day. Was she leaving? She couldn’t just leave. “If it survives that embarrassing excuse for an insult, it’s going to need some reassurance.”

“Are you leaving?” Kara’s tongue felt too thick for her mouth. It sat heavy and fat against her teeth, and every word that left her lips sounded muffled to her own ears. Her heart hadn’t yet calmed, and there were still remnants of light and color dancing around behind her eyes, the remains of the moment when her life flashed before her eyes. “It’s…it’s only 1:15, Ms. Grant.”

“Get your things,” Cat said, not bothering with an explanation. She marched right by Kara. “Chop, chop.”

“My…my things?” Her stomach bottomed out. Cat was firing her. She was firing her and making her pack up right then and there. She was going to march Kara out of the building herself. It was that bad. Kara wished desperately that one of her powers was invisibility. She had to be beet red at this point. “You want me to pack up my desk right now?”

That stopped Cat. She turned back toward Kara and pushed her sunglasses down on her nose, just enough to look at Kara over the rims. “Don’t be ridiculous, Kiera.”

“You said to get my things.”

“I was referring to your bargain-bin purse from T.J. Maxx, Kiera,” Cat droned. “You can leave your desk as it is, candy wrappers and all.”

“I’m not fired?”

“No,” Cat said, “though the longer I stand here, the more I’m tempted to reconsider.”

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Scene, enter major disappointment, enter the name
my mother wanted to give me but my father had his mother,
had his love picked. This is only important because a house
is not a home just because the glass case stays on.

So, there is nothing sentimental about the doll house
except that it was beautiful, except that I imagined myself
two inches small. The worst thing a girl can be is tall,
is loud, is pregnant, is happy. The worst thing a girl
can be is loved. You raise a baby and you carve out
a daughter in your image, your eyes, your bad habits,
which means this story has happened before. A house
is not a home just because you store your boxes there.

So, there is no undoing ancestry in pop-tarts, or coffee,
or an ivy league education, except that these were
the puzzle pieces I had to shave myself, except that
I imagined myself Wonder Woman, saving the day.
The worst thing a girl can be is her mother’s nightmare.
I raise a baby and I give up my heroism, my closet,
my name. This story has happened to me and I am
not ready to see it reel back again. A legacy is not
a family just because people die.

Enter the wheel that keeps spinning, enter the cycle
of unplanned motherhood and burdened motherhood
and quiet paternity. Enter the sound of one person trying
to fall asleep. Enter someone with your face with my face
with her face. Enter a child.

When she tells you that she wants to be just like you,
you’ll call it a blessing, a gift. But the glass case doll house,
the shared pop-tarts, the other side of every duality.
But it’ll be years before you recognize the prophecy.

The worst thing a girl can be is herself. Enter me.
—  Yena Sharma Purmasir, “twenty five of thirty” (2017) / “Lorelai Says More Than Four Words” 

for surgery anon (a little something to cheer you up and hold you over till you get to that gdau update) :


Lexa has always suspected, of course, but she never knew for sure that breaking an arm would hurt like a bitch.

“But, hey,” her sister Anya told her on their way to the hospital, eyes wide with barely concealed fear, “at least you have your broken foot to distract you from your broken arm.”

Lexa would’ve loved to be able to kick her in that moment if she weren’t already duped up on painkillers. Because breaking your foot and your arm hurt like a motherfucker.

“Dad is going to kill us,” Anya said in lieu of a farewell when Lexa was wheeled away to have her injuries properly looked at. The doctor’s tag read ‘Dr. Griffin’, and Lexa blinked before lifting her eyes and gulping.

Clarke’s mother stared back, concern evident on her face. “Lexa? I hoped it wasn’t you.” She tugged her chair closer before sitting in front of Lexa and wincing as she took a look at her injured limb. “What happened?”

“I – I fell,” Lexa tells her. Suddenly, it seemed much less horrible and much more funny. “For your daughter,” she added, before letting her chuckles take over. Technically, that wasn’t wrong. She really did fall from a tree for Clarke. Well, for Clarke’s fat, ungrateful cat, but the only reason she volunteered to save the fluffy bastard was so she could strike a conversation with the girl.

(Okay, and maybe she also kinda liked the cat despite him being a giant pain in her ass. He had some redeeming qualities. And, well, he was a living being, and she couldn’t just leave him up there. Not when he was mewling so tragically.)

Abby Griffin’s blue eyes twinkled with amusement. “Of course my daughter had something to do with it.” She proceeded to inspect Lexa’s arm, tsking as she went. “I’m sorry to say this, honey, but I think you need a surgery.”

That put a temporary stop on Lexa’s painkiller-induced laughter. “I can’t have surgery,” she protested. “We’re up against Sky Rat– er, Rangers next week.” They had to knock those self-entitled kids down a peg. The fact that Clarke was good friends with most of them didn’t mean shit, how Anya put it.

They sucked at hockey anyway.

“Are you serious right now?” A new voice asked from the door, incredulous. “Lexa, you have two broken limbs.”

Lexa stubbornly lifted her chin. “So?”

(She quickly deflated, however, when she realized it was none other than Clarke Griffin herself glaring at her, dressed in pajamas and a jacket hastily thrown over them.)

“So?” Her tone rose in volume and disbelief. “Your arm is snapped in half!”

“Girls,” Abby interfered. “Not now. Clarke, you shouldn’t be here. Did Wells let you in again?”

“No,” Clarke easily lied. And Lexa knew she lied because there’s no other way she’d be able to sneak into the room, and Wells’ crush on her was public knowledge. She kind of felt sympathetic towards the guy. She knew what it was like to pine after Clarke Griffin, with no hope of ever gaining her affections.

“I’ll deal with that boy later,” Abby muttered to herself before rising to her feet and walking to her daughter. “Clarke, you need to leave.”

“But – mom, she’s here because of me!” Clarke protested, throwing Lexa a helpless glance. She could only shrug in response, and – ouch. Should not have done that. She cradled her arm to her chest, trying not to wince. It was hard, but she powered through. She managed to stoically pretend it didn’t hurt while Clarke ran around her in circles, alternating between calling the hospital and tearfully asking her if she was okay.

Which she wasn’t, but Clarke was too adorable when all panicked and flustered, and so she dutifully replied “yes but I still need an ambulance” every time.

“I know, and now I need to put her back together,” so that was where Clarke got her stubbornness from. Abby Griffin was firm and resolute. “You’ll see her tomorrow.”

“That’s way too long!”

“Clarke.” The drugs began to wear off, and so did the numbness in her legs and arms, which so wasn’t a good thing. She just wanted to be done with it. “It’s fine. Please go.” Upon seeing the look of genuine distress and hurt on the girl’s face, she tried to soften her words. “I’m gonna be fine, Clarke. I’ll – I’ll call you as soon as I wake up tomorrow, okay?”

Clarke still didn’t look happy, but she nodded. “Okay. I will hold you to that.” She glanced at her mom, and Lexa wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard a very quiet ‘please take care of her’. Or not. Who knew. With the pain coming back in waves, she could’ve hallucinated it.

Abby sighed when her daughter finally left. “Okay, champ,” she said, tiredly but good-naturedly nonetheless. “Let’s get you ready.”


Raven was already waiting for Clarke in her car when she exited the hospital. “Well? Is she okay?” When blue eyes shot her a glare, she shrank into her seat. “Just asking,” she mumbled.

Clarke sighed, starting the engine. “She needs surgery. My mom’s going to perform it. And I’m never, ever listening to you again, you got it?”

“Hey, how was I supposed to know your damn cat would get so high up and Lexa would suck at climbing the trees?”

“Don’t – just, god, Raven, just don’t,” Clarke huffed, clutching at the wheel. “This was our dumbest idea yet. I’ll never forgive myself for it.” She glanced at her friend again. “Or you.”

“You didn’t have to go with it, you know,” Raven defended herself. “Not my fault you’re thirsting after Woods this hard.”

“I’m not – I’m not 'thirsting’! I just like her!”

“Sure. Tell that to the hundred of sketchbooks filled with her face.”

Clarke gritted her teeth. “It’s not a hundred,” she mumbled.

“Hey, at least you have an excuse to visit her every day now.”

“No,” Clarke said, her voice growing strong. “No more scheming and excuses. I’m gonna ask her out tomorrow, or we’ll accidentally put her in a coma next time.”

“Right. And we don’t want that.”

Clarke rolled her eyes. “You’re going to help me pick flowers for her tomorrow.”

Raven nodded. “Sure, as long as we know which ones she’s not deadly allergic to.”

“Oh, she’s not allergic to flowers. Only chocolate.”

“Man, that must suck.”

“Not really, she eats super healthy so it doesn’t bother her.”

Raven squinted at Clarke who was peacefully watching the road. “You scare me sometimes.”

“Two years,” Clarke said, without taking her eyes off the road. “I’ve been pining after her for two years, Raven, I picked up on some things.”

“Tomorrow can’t come fast enough, Griffin.”

What’s wrong with me? This isn’t the way things are supposed to go. I’m supposed to love you, but every day I feel the warmth you cause slipping away. I don’t get it, but the more I try to make sense of it, the worse things seem to get between you and I. It’s like my heart is evicting you, like you’ve overstayed your welcome and it wants nothing to do with you anymore. I wish I knew why.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: A lover whose heart is growing cold. She is very scared.
At Last

Characters: Scotty x Reader

Summary: Scotty has been pining for who knows how long, is he going to take advantage of this birthday celebration or just let another opportunity pass him by?

Word Count: 845 words

A/N: This little piece is especially for the lovely Alex @youre-on-a-starship) on her birthday.  I know you are in a Scotty hole right now so I hope this helps (or doesn’t).  Happy Birthday Sweetie. xx

Originally posted by iwishihadastarship

Montgomery Scott would be the first to say he didn’t do well with people.  It’s not that he wasn’t a likable guy, far from it, he just couldn’t work them out. Truth be told he was far more comfortable with machinery where a certain action would bring about an inevitable and predictable reaction.  People weren’t like that he mused as he sipped on his drink watching the merriment surrounding him, all the crew members there to celebrate your birthday. His eyes scanned the room and inevitably fell upon you and his heart constricted in his chest.  You were smiling, laughing at something someone had said and it was as if you were emitting more light and energy than any sun he could think of.  Ever since you had joined the crew he had been drawn to you, caught in your gravitational pull and he didn’t have the first clue what to do about it.  Your eyes met for a moment and he was lost in your smile, the soft one that he felt was reserved for him, the one that seemed to come from your cheeks and  made your eyes that little bit brighter.  He had never seen you smile at anyone else that way but maybe he was just letting his imagination get the better of him.  Raising his glass you nodded at him before your attention was stolen by McCoy and the moment between you broken.

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