Get your favorite mug, throw in a handful of chocolate chips or solid chocolate (it’s divine with 85% cocoa, but if you want caramel or other things in your hot coco, that’s a you thing), a half packet of sweetener if you choose to, a pinch or a shit ton of cinnamon, and fill mug to reasonable level with milk of choice (whole, almond, soy, rice. Just not fat free or skim milk. I’d judge the fuck out of you). You can also add a capful of vanilla extract. I might go crazy with vanilla extract.

Put in microwave for 1:40 mins on high. Be careful to make sure it’s not foaming over. Stir and make sure it’s the correct tempature and that chocolate is melted.

And tada! Super fancy hot coco for you at home that is pretty much like going to some fancy ass ski resort without breaking the bank!

Enjoy :)

anonymous asked:

Cas' death and inevitable return has got me thinking up all sorts of crazy scenarios for when they are reunited. I would love if Dean has a super romantic dream regarding Cas while Cas is still dead just for the extra dose of Man Pain. There's too many romantic ways this story could go and considering i already see it as romantic i can't wait until it like smothering me with the romance. do you have a wishlist for scenes you'd want to see?

I have so many wishes… I have a tag for it :p 

#season 13 wishlist. 

I also have a #season 14 wishlist already as… well you will see below, but this is my domestic destiel wishlist :p

The main ones being (this is without the reverting to old coping mechanisms thing or afterwards):

1. Dean opens up to Jody, she comforts him and it’s made clear his grief is extremely deep, romantic and on another level to any time before with Cas or with anyone else.

2. Dean opens up to Sam about this and other things e.g.:

- admits he likes music other than classic rock

- actually orders something other than a burger

- openly revealing his bisexuality

- treating Sam and Sam treating him like a brother and not a parent/child dynamic

- more parallels with canon romantic couples with doomed love / one being dead / gone

- a scene where they tell Claire that Cas is dead and she focuses on Dean, maybe Dean can’t cope and walks away, Claire asks Sam how he’s doing, the whole scene SCREAMS that Dean is romantically grieving and this leads to my favourite wish item, the Jody / Dean comforting scene.

- when they get Cas back it’s this scene from 7x21 but so much stronger now:

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- when Cas is back we get a build up of so much romantic tension that we are all losing our shit for the second half of the season and I fall off my skis and break a leg just thinking about it. I don’t care. It will be worth it.

- 13x23 gives us some kind of 99% canon Destiel so we flail all next summer in happiness rather than the angst of this hiatus and 14x01 opens with CANON DOMESTIC DESTIEL BECAUSE IT IS THEIR FREAKING 10 YEAR ANNIVERSARY AND I CANNOT THINK OF A BETTER WAY TO DO THIS EVEN THOUGH YES IT MIGHT BE TOO EARLY AND I KNOW I ALWAYS SAY ENDGAME BUT IM JUST SPITBALLING AND I WANT IT:




I finally got around to writing something for Voltron, woo! You can also read on Ao3 here.

Coran chooses the numbers – count them off.

One, Allura. She’s got the experience and the head for battle, a proven leader. Good choice.

Two, Pidge. She’s bright, crafty, strategic. She knows how to win a fight without taking a hit. Good choice.

Three, Hunk. He’s steadfast, and he’s strong like Shiro. He looks out for his team. Good choice.

Four, Keith. He’s a pain, but he’s what Shiro would have wanted. Good choice.

Five. Lance. He’s…

He just wants it so bad.

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Chapter One
Sirius Black is gorgeous, Remus thought as he looked carefully over his copy of the Daily Prophet. Sirius was animatedly describing his plan to get out of their next class, potions, by swallowing a drop of snake oil, which he had used to get out of family affairs several times as a child. He couldn’t help but fix his eyes on a rogue lock of black hair that curled over Sirius’ left eyebrow and tangled with his long, curly eyelashes. His straight nose led Remus’ eyes to Sirius’ elegant lips. Pale red, with a dramatic cupid’s bow and a full lower lip, they framed a perfect set of white teeth, which at this moment had the tip of Sirius’ tongue trapped in between them as he poured orange juice into his goblet. He glanced upwards, trapping Remus in the headlights of his green eyes. “Remus?” Sirius said quietly.

           “Sorry,” Remus forced his eyes down to the Daily Prophet, suddenly very interested in the sports news. There was some news about the England quidditch team looking at some fresh talent at a camp somewhere. Remus sighed. He had never understood quidditch. Remus chanced a glance upwards and found Sirius’ eyes still fixed on him, despite the fact that James was badgering him about homework. Sirius grabbed it from his bag and flung it unceremoniously towards James and Peter, who immediately began to copy it.

           “And make sure you change the wording, I don’t need another detention!” Sirius shot at them. They rolled their eyes and went back to work. “Moony,” Sirius said as he stretched his arms behind his head. “Want to stop by the library with me before potions? We’ve got another hour yet.” Their sixth-year schedules were empty compared to the last five years of back to back classes at Hogwarts.

           “Sure,” Remus said, folding the Daily Prophet and sliding it into his bag. Sirius muttered something to James, and the pair walked out of the Great Hall and were climbing the staircase towards the library when Sirius grabbed Remus by the arm and pulled him in a secret passageway concealed behind a tapestry. Before Remus could react, Sirius spun him around and pinned him against the wall with one strong hand. “Sirius-” Remus whispered. “We shouldn’t, not here, anyone could walk in.”

           “I don’t care,” Sirius growled. “And I’ve told James that Dorcas has left her cat in the common room again, so he and Peter will be occupied shaving the thing for the next hour. Don’t worry, no one’s coming.”

           “Sirius,” Remus sighed, dropping his bag on the floor and reaching out to brush Sirius’ hair out of his face. He knotted his fingers in the curls at the base of Sirius’ neck. Sirius tipped his head forward, brushing his nose along Remus’ jaw. “Sirius…”

           “Say it again,” Sirius whispered into Remus’ neck. He pressed closer to Remus, sliding his hand around the back of Remus’ neck and biting at his ear.

           “Sirius,” Remus growled, pushing Sirius’ robes off his shoulders and wrapping his hands around the back of Sirius’ neck. Sirius’ laugh was muffled by Remus’ neck between his lips. “Sirius, kiss me.”

           “I am,” Sirius whispered against Remus’ cheek. Remus pushed Sirius back, staring into his eyes.

           “I mean really kiss me.”

           “Fine,” Sirius smirked as he put his hands on the wall on either side of Remus’ head, boxing him in. He leaned forward and caught Remus’ lower lip between his teeth. It was torture for him, holding himself back when all he wanted was to take Remus, right then on the cold stone floor of the secret passageway.

           Remus, getting frustrated, closed the distance between Sirius’ lips, pulling Sirius against him by the hips. He slid his tongue along Sirius’ full bottom lip and felt Sirius moan in the back of his throat. “Remus,” Sirius gasped as Remus spun Sirius against the wall and mouthed his way to Sirius’ neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the hot, flushed skin. Sirius’ hand pushed through his own hair and grabbed Remus by the small of his back. Remus hummed happily against Sirius’ neck.

           Sirius pressed his hand against his own chest, sliding it down until he slid it into the front of his trousers, trying to control himself as Remus moaned loudly and pushed Sirius against the wall, hard. He slid his hands down Sirius’ sides and pulled his legs around his back.  Sirius gasped as Remus lifted him off the ground. Remus frantically unbuttoned Sirius’ shirt as Sirius twisted his hands into Remus’ pale brown hair. “Fuck,” Remus groaned, and Sirius smiled until he realized Remus was pulling away, gently setting him on the ground.

           “No, Remus, please,” Sirius said, pulling Remus to him again and kissing him.

           “I’m sorry, Sirius. I just remembered,” he glanced at his watch. “I have to go take my potion now.” He looked apologetically at Sirius, brushing his cheek with his fingertips. “Next time.”

Sirius caught Remus’ hand and kissed it gently. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired, irritable, and very horny,” Remus sighed, buttoning Sirius’ shirt and tightening his tie. He pressed a lingering kiss to Sirius’ soft lips and pulled both their robes around their shoulders. “How bad is my hair?” he asked.

           “Not the worst it’s been,” Sirius said, running his fingers through Remus’ hair to flatten the waves, which were already turning grey around the ears. He held Remus’ face between his hands, looking into the other boy’s eyes. “Really, Remus. Are you okay?”

           “It’s not the worst it’s been,” Remus smiled sadly and pulled Sirius to his chest. He rested his chin on the top of Sirius’ head, closing his eyes before reluctantly pulling away. “Shall we?” he smiled.

Hours later, Sirius flung himself into a plush armchair in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room. He pushed his hands through his tangle of curly black hair. A cat Sirius had nicknamed Cotton Puff leapt onto his lap and curled up, purring. Sirius scratched gently under her chin and looked around the room. It was the last class block of the day, everyone except the sixth and seventh years were in class, but some sixth and seventh years still had class. James was taking his free period to practice on the quidditch pitch, Peter was in Divination, and Remus was studying in the library. Sirius never studied, yet still passed every test with flying colors. He reached into his bag and pulled out his wand. He ran his fingers over the runes etched into the wood and sighed.

It was December first, and in a few short weeks he would be going home with James. Although he adored the Potters, he hated Christmas. It just reminded him of all the years when he received next to no presents compared to his brother Regulus. He loved Reg, of course, but it was hard to love someone who was constantly doted on by your parents, it was hard to love someone when your mother repeatedly told you how much she preferred Regulus to you. How much of a disappointment you were.

And of course, Remus could not join them. The Potters had no idea about Remus’ affliction and were none too prepared to accommodate him during times when he might need help. He would write to Remus every day, but it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t be there for Remus when he was physically hurting and emotionally raw.

Cotton Puff stood, stretched, and bounded up the stairs to the girls’ dormitories. He had no idea whose cat she was, or if she was a girl at all. He was fond of her, and she him, which was his relationship with most cats. He found it ironic that they took such a liking to him, given that his alter ego was a gigantic black dog. He closed his eyes.

Remus walked into the common room and crossed to the fireplace, where Sirius was slouched in his favorite chair, fast asleep. He sat in the seat across from Sirius and pulled his bag off his shoulder. He opened his copy of Advanced Potion Making and began reading, taking notes for his essay on the Draught of the Living Dead. Sirius opened his eyes, pushed his hair back, and smiled. “Remus,” he said, yawning. “That essay isn’t due for two weeks.”

“And I’d rather start it now than in a week when you and James bring a flagon of firewhisky into the dormitory and start celebrating Christmas,” Remus said with a small smirk. “And I encourage you to do the same, although we all know that you’ll end up copying mine at the last minute.”

“Why risk doing it myself when I know you’ll do it perfectly?” Sirius stretched and stood, crossing to Remus and squishing into the loveseat next to him. “Remus?” Remus turned to look at Sirius, closing his book. “I’m thinking of staying here this Christmas.”

“Why? The Potters love having you around their place,” Remus said, frowning.

“I know, I just don’t want to intrude on their family time and all that.”

“Sirius, don’t be ridiculous- “

“And I was wondering if you would stay, too,” Sirius flushed and turned away as Remus registered what Sirius had said.

“Sirius,” Remus began. “I’d love to. In fact, I’ve already made arrangements to do so.”

           Sirius turned back to Remus, shocked. “You have?”

           “My mum and dad are going skiing in Germany over break, and they asked if I would be okay staying here. Travelling won’t work well with the full moon scheduled right in the middle of the trip,” Remus smiled sadly. “And besides, I’m not coordinated enough to ski at all.”

           Sirius kissed Remus gently and smiled. “Okay, it’s settled. I’m staying.”


Jem and the Holograms: Dimensions #1—Cover A: Tana Ford—SPOTLIGHT

Kate Leth, Sophie Campbell (w) • Tana Ford, Sophie Campbell (a) • Tana Ford ©
Jem: Dimensions brings both new and beloved creators to the world of The Holograms! In a story by Kate Leth and Tana Ford, the Holograms throw a Dungeons and Dragons game night with Jerrica as the Dungeon Master, and even Synergy joins the fun! And in Sophie Campbell’s story, the Misfits (plus some NEW faces) take a break to go on a ski trip, when all hell breaks loose…and so does Pizzazz’s cat!
FC • 32 pages • $3.99

Jem and the Holograms: Dimensions #1—Cover B: M. Victoria Robado—SPOTLIGHT

Kate Leth, Sophie Campbell (w) • Tana Ford, Sophie Campbell (a) • M. Victoria Robado ©
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This anthology book features 2 self-contained stories in each issue! Double the rock-n-roll fun!
Welcome back Sophie Campbell to the world of Jem!
Variant cover by Derek Charm!

  • Tim Daly: *breaks two legs skiing*
  • Gillian Anderson: *breaks foot jumping in swimming pool*
  • David Duchovny: *sprains shoulder doing godknowswhat*
  • Tea Leoni: ... fuck.


There are ten beer bottles sitting on his kitchen counter.

All of them are empty, lined up in rows of three with the odd man out lying on its side. He spins this one around, the label blurring as he leans his hip against the granite countertop.

The countertop they picked out together, not so long ago. Dark grey, modern and stylish, just like she wanted.

Around and around the green bottle spins until his eyes can’t take it anymore. He throws the bottle in the garbage can instead of the recycle bin. Partly because he’s almost a full case of beer deep and wasn’t really paying attention but also because she always insisted that they recycle as much as they could.

“It’s better for the environment,” he muses out loud to himself, his words slurring as he starts chucking the remaining beer bottles into the garbage, one by one.

She’s not here to yell at him anyways, so why the fuck should he care.


There are voicemails waiting for him when he wakes up the next morning.

“Bellamy, it’s your sister. What in the hell are you doing not answering your phone for days? Call me back!!”

“Bell? It’s Jasper. Just wanted to check up on you, man. Let me know how you’re doing.”

“Yo, It’s Murphy. Fuck that girl, let’s get drunk.”

“Hey, it’s Monty. I’m sure everyone is calling you but…we’re worried about you. Please let someone know if you’re okay.”

“Bell, honey? It’s mom. Please call me when you get this, your sister and I are worried about you. Love you.”

“Blake, it’s Miller. Octavia is freaking out man, hasn’t stopped calling me since yesterday. I know you’re hurting but…just please call someone back. Later.”

“Mr. Blake, it’s Professor Stanley. I just wanted to let you know that I received your email and am sorry to hear you won’t be able to speak in my class this week. Hope we can schedule something again soon.”

“God damn it, Bellamy Blake! If you don’t call me back, I’m going to tell mom about all the stupid shit you did in high school. And we both know you don’t want that hellfire to rain down upon you. Call. Me. Back!”

“Hey….Bell. It’s me. Look, I know we said we weren’t going to call each other but…I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for the way that we ended things. I know it was for the best but…I just…please don’t pull away from everyone. They all love you so much. And so do I. I’m sorry.”

He deletes all of them but the last one, sets his phone on that fucking grey countertop and hits the speaker button.

“….They all love you so much. And so do I.”

Her voice is broken but so is his heart so he listens to it a few more times until he feels like breaking his phone.

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until dawn εïз profiles

Today is February 2nd, 2017: exactly one year after the mysterious disappearance of Johnny Seo, 22, near Blackwood Pines Lodge in Alberta, Canada, a ski lodge owned by family friends. Friends and Family choose to stay silent on this day, but many detectives and investigators still keep up with the case, hoping to find Johnny, living or dead, and bring closure to the family.

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Planetary Aesthetics
  • Sun: Emperors, Film Scripts, Goldsmiths, Theatres, Colossal Palaces, Mines, Dandelion Fields, Aristocrats, Regency Era, Anatomical Hearts, Liquors, Hexagrams, Alter Egos, Geometrical Designs, Tailored Suits, Jet Trails.
  • Earth: Himalayan Salts, Life Force, Quiet Villages, Honeysuckles, Forest Deers, Nymphs, Crawling Vines, Fossils, Meteor Crates, Arcane Circles, Underground Caves, Banquets, Destroyed Manors, Fairy Circles, Pentacles.
  • Moon: Grand Hotels, Streaming Tears, Boat Rides, Aquariums, Crowds, Seashores, Owls, Moonstones, Coconut, Lotus Ponds, Willow Trees, Tarot Cards, Maiden Voyages, Psychic Abilities, Nostalgias, Unconscious Minds, Moods.
  • Mercury: Twilights, Road Merchants, Wanderlust, Lavenders, White Feathers, Ornate Mirrors, Cryptic Witches, Large Libraries, Journalism, Toned Biceps, Soft Hands, Town Fairs, Tennis Courts, Crossroads, Bicycle Rides.
  • Mars: Lesser Malefic, Bloodshed, Impulsive Decisions, Sexual Prime, Choleric Humour, Liberal Arts, Towers, Wolf Packs, Spicy Food, Surgery Instruments, Furnaces, Sharpened Blades, Pine Trees, Iron Works, Dragon's Blood.
  • Venus: Romantic Dates, Bubbles, Rose Mazes, Plump Apricots, Soothing Baths, Spontaneous Flings, Art Schools, Banks, French Peonies, Foams, Ancient Cultures, Volcanic Islands, Fashion Industry, Blue Veins, Reconciliation.
  • Jupiter: Faith, Purification, Contended Relaxation, Divine State, Enhanced Luck, Royalty, Diamonds, High Kings, Morning Skies, Thunderstorms, Coloured Clouds, Higher Education, Empty Classrooms, Foreign Lands, Thighs.
  • Saturn: Ivory Tusks, Bones, Father Clocks, Grey Weather, Mountain Ranges, Heirloom Rings, Crows, Ravens, Black Smoke, Corpse Candles, Snowdrops, Hierarchies, Coldness, Greater Malefic, Melancholic Humour, Chaotic Minds.
  • Neptune: Vast Oceans, Paracosms, Artistic Expressions, Hypnotic Illusions, Mysticism, Spinal Column, Intoxication, Gentle Fragrances, Coral Reefs, Crystal Castles, Filmmaking, Photographs, Hospitals, Holy Relics.
  • Uranus: Evening Skies, Breaking Conventions, Ascending Revolutions, Genius, Humanitarian Agendas, Heaven's Tree, Oriental Plants, Avant Grande, Incenses, Ripe Mangoes, Supple Chests, Thickened Inks, Inventors, Passages.
  • Pluto: Archeology, Destruction, Doorways, Hidden Qualities, Poisons, Deep Roots, Dark Secrets, Cosmos, Phoenixes, Subconscious, Predictions, Instant Karmas, Narrow Alleys, Secret Societies, Detectives, Destinies.
Troy Otto One Shot Series

“Let’s Try this again doll. I’m Troy.”

Originally posted by dilaurentisliar

The rain beat down on her with purpose. It was as if the skies had decided to break her spirit that night. After a particularly loud burst of thunder, her feet shook out of fright, causing her to trip and fall face first onto the muddy ground. The pouring rain hid her brief sob of anguish as she allowed herself to lay there for a few moments. She gave in, in those moments and wondered what it would be like to just die. Right there, in the middle of god knows where. Atleast she wouldn’t get eaten by the dead.

The thick coating of mud on her hands and face somewhat warmed her and she sneered in disgust at herself. It had been five days since she’d had a shower. The last time she had attempted to cleanse herself by jumping into a river, she had come across floating corpses. One by one, in abrupt succession, they had started turning. She had hacked away at them with her machete till her body was drenched in crimson water. Her throat had been raw for the next few days. She would only belatedly realise, through nightmares, that it was because she had screamed bloody murder till every single one of them had died. Again.

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Did I Stutter?

A/N: Anon asked me to write Barba learning that his girlfriend has suffered from Stutter like almost all her life.
I hope I could do some justice to this request, as I have no personal experience to draw from, just my imagination I’m afraid.
As always, thank you @minidodds for your input!
Word count: 1,593 (it turned out longer than I was expecting!)

Sinking into the couch after a long day at work was a wonderful feeling. Especially when you had witnessed such horrific violence. You thought back to the interrogation you had witnessed that afternoon.

“You know something, Kyle? When I first saw Jack laid up in that hospital, I was pretty upset. I was angry at who did it. Because right away, Jack reminded me of of me,” Sonny said to the boy gently.

“You see, I was the scrawny kid, way back when. Guys in the neighborhood, they used to pick on me every day. The worst was this this kid, Bobby Bianchi. One day when we were at school, he grabbed me by the hair and he he shoved my face through a plate glass window.”

“Must have hurt.” Kyle seemed like a good kid.

“I was bleeding, I was all cut up. The principal asked what happened. Now I could have put an end to it. Right there, all I had to do was say Bobby’s name. But I didn’t. Because I didn’t want Bobby to get into trouble.”

“He got away with it?” Kyle asked.

“That’s right. Nobody ever knew what happened. You know where Bobby is now? He’s in Sing Sing for stabbing some poor sap to death during a bar fight. And I always think, what if I would have said something? What if I just would have said something? Maybe that guy would still be alive. I missed my shot, Kyle. Not a day goes by that I don’t regret it.

“But this is your shot. Right now.”

Rollins had been right, the story Sonny had told had been a true memory. You had wanted to comfort Sonny that day, but the case had taken up the detectives’ time and instead you had gone over to Rafael’s apartment to wait for him to finish up with his case. Sonny’s story had brought back some less than pleasant memories from your own childhood.

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Telling time

I’ve broken bread at all the wrong tables
Written life into a story of exaggerated fables
Held hands with death and watched it run away
Held hands with friends at the last breath they take
I’ve seen skies break open pouring hatred in my eyes
I’ve been humbled by love and the pain I’ve felt inside
I’d be lying if I said I always knew wrong from right
The truth is with this life you always have to fight
Kick in those doors being slammed in your face
Whether you’ve been told or not this life is but a race
Not to the top but to times end giving chase
The clock never stops and mistakes you can’t erase


The Riverdaily Rundown - 08/20/2017

Alright bitches. Legit nothing happened today. So I’m just gonna do a really quick rundown and tag/link to some content!

Sprousehart fans, you’re moving on up! Instead of crumbs, you got a couple of cupcakes, today! Congratulations!

Pretty much, Lili Reinhart and Cole Sprouse were spotted by numerous fans in Whistler. It could’ve just been people looking for attention but nope! We got actual fan pics to confirm that they were indeed in Whistler. One fan claimed they were on a ski lift. Break a leg guys! (x) (x) (x@reinnarmy @captainethereal @amab1060

But don’t actually ‘cause we really need y’all to finish filming and I don’t think the writers are prepared to write your characters in with crutches…

In unrelated news, airlines across the country have been forced to run more flights to Whistler and Vancouver as all current flights have been booked and people are rioting. (That’s a joke. Shhhhh…)

KJ and Cami made an appearance on their Insta Stories! Excpet, they didn’t make an appearance. KJ’s driving somewhere. Idk where. Maybe he’s meeting up with Lili and Cole for some bro time. Maybe he’s running away from this fandom’s drama. Maybe he’s taking a well deserved trip to the Arctic to save the Polar Bears. What a good guy!

Well, we can’t complain too much. Let’s just celebrate for the new content.

Woohoo! New content. 

Charles is driving places too. Wow. What a coincidence. Two Riverdale cast members are driving places. They never drive anywhere. Ever. At all. (sarcasm @ y’all drama starters)

He also has a thing for kilts according to his insta story.

Us too, buddy.

The fandom is fighting again, but this time not with each other. One twitter user asked people to stop talking about the tweet she done diddly tweeted about spotting Lili and Cole in Whistler. According to her, she feels as though its an invasion of their privacy.

The fandom banded together to tell the girl that she should’ve known that the tweet would be shared and that it’s not an invasion of privacy. We’re making progress, kids. Instead of fighting ourselves, we’re fighting other people. I’m so proud.

Where do I stand? Nowhere. I’m too fucking lazy to stand; leave me alone.

Also, Mama Reinhart said to stop sharing the conversations you have with her. Idk. If it’s true, but here’s a post. (x) @zumpie

Probably shouldn’t do it just in case.

Legit nothing else happened. Here’s some content.

Great gifs! (x) (x) (x) @veronicadvalle @bughead4days

Cute fanart! (x) @gogenevieveart 

Just some posts! (x) (x@bettsjuggjones @riverdalevoid

Yep! That’s all I got! Sorry, guys! I was murdering myself (aka doing my Engineering Mechanics homework) all day.

Now, I’m just waiting for @lilireinhart to get back to me about that ghost audition. I’m whiter than a blank piece of paper, dude. I was made for this part.

*update* i put the wrong date earlier. fuck me *updated*

Fine By Me (Chris x MC)

Book: The Freshman/The Sophomore

Pairing: Chris x MC (Piper)

Rating: M, because I’m paranoid, though there’s nothing really graphic here

Word Count: 1013

Summary: Chris owes Piper after making her go skiing.

Note: This is for one of the new kiss prompts (17. Hungry kisses on every bit of newly visible skin as clothing is slowly peeled away), requested by two anons. :)

Despite her protests, and reminding Chris that she’s not the most athletically inclined person, Piper agrees to go skiing. Well, she doesn’t really agree so much as gives in when Chris gives her that damn puppy-dog face she can’t say no to and promises not to laugh at her when, she says with a sigh, “I inevitably wipe out”.

“Piper,” Chris says with a laugh as she struggles into her ski boots. “We came to a ski lodge for spring break. What were you planning on doing?”

“Reading. Sitting in the hot tub. Cuddling by the fire with my really sweet boyfriend,” she says, scowling as she struggles with the buckles.

Chris kneels down, his fingers deftly pulling at and fixing her boots. “I like those last two. A lot. We can still do those.”

“We could skip skiing and get right to them,” Piper offers hopefully.

Chris grins, yanking her hat playfully over her eyes. “Not a chance.”

“It was worth a shot,” she grumbles.

The only positive thing about wiping out, repeatedly, and on the bunny hill, no less, is that she can tell Chris, “I told you so.”

She can tell that he’s struggling not to laugh as she takes her skis off and plops down into the snow, frowning at the kids who have been whizzing by her all day.

“I told you I wasn’t athletic,” she complains.

Chris smiles, holding his hand out and pulling her back up. “I know. But thank you for coming out with me.”

“You owe me,” Piper declares, wincing slightly as her muscles protest her every move.

“Oh yeah? And what do I owe you?” he asks as they start walking back to the lodge.

“A massage. Chocolates. Cuddle time while I read,” she suggests, grinning and elbowing his side lightly.

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The Cuckoo Bird: A “Shatter Me” Fanfiction

Summary: Warner and Juliette are starting to put the world back together, piece by piece, and while preparing for a celebration, Juliette decides to wear something special to surprise him.

Ship: Warnette

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,617

A/N: This fic takes place after the Shatter Me series, so if you haven’t read it all the way through, I would avoid this.

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