#thank you friend!!

[elitadream]

Sorry you've been feeling poorly. Hope you feel better soon ❤️‍🩹

MY HEART. WHY, YOU INSANELY TALENTED AND CONSIDERATE HUMAN BEING-!!

Brb. Gotta go lie down and cry. (;﹏;)

#THIS IS SO VERY BLESSED 😭🙏💗 #I LOVE YOU SUE #OMG #How is it that you always come up with the best and most visually creative ideas every single time?? I'm- #This is illegaly cute #Kicking my feet rn #I'm gonna be staring at this all day #Babies! ToT 🙏💞 #I don't deserve y'all 🥺👐 #asks #amazing art #mario #princess peach #baby mario #baby peach #Did I say amazing art? Sue's work just casually boggling my mind again #Augh love this to bits 😣🫂💫 #Thank you friend!!

[thenegoteator]

👀 Happy New Year!

happy new year!!!

this was while the Ahsoka show was airing and I was feeling salty about how little Kanan came up initially. it's the "my death is unreasonably downplayed/ignored in recent star wars media" support group. but then we did get the barest of crumbs eventually so I didn't feel it was worth following through

[send me a 👀 in exchange for unposted art from 2023]

#she speaks #and answers #thank you friend!! #star wars #kanan jarrus #satine kryze #padme amidala #personally i think if you're gonna kill a character off for good in the 'characters come back from the dead all the time' universe #the LEAST you can do is follow through and show their death mattering to people longer than 10 seconds after the fact #but that's just me!!!! #(i'm still salty about them not bringing up satine at all in mando lol) #my art

[mollymarymarie]

Y’a know that trend where the girl bites her mans arm and he gets it tattooed?

sirius and Remus 100000%. and it would be one of Remus’s favorite tattoos.

I did not know this trend (i am old) but you are so absolutely right and i cannot thank you enough for sharing this with me (and also now i want this tattoo)

#i got an ask! #Thank you friend!! #I'm obsessed with this idea now #You're such a genius

[maybeimamuppet]

1 and 14 with cadnis and 2 with Chansaw for the drabble ask <3

hello dear ty for the ask!!

1 cadnis “come over here and make me”

“Aaron has been broken up with Regina for a month, why hasn’t he asked me out yet?” Cady whines, leaning fluidly over Damian’s shoulders with a groan. He reaches up and gives her a placating pat.

“I don’t know, but I wish you’d keep talking about it,” he says.

At the exact same time, Janis grumbles, “God, shut up about Aaron already!”

Cady is in the middle of sticking her tongue out at Damian when she processes what Janis said. “Why don’t you come over here and make me then?”

Janis raises an eyebrow at her. Cady shivers at the look in her eye. Before she knows it, Janis is stalking across the room, grabbing her face, and pulling Cady’s lips to hers. Cady feels her jaw drop and blinks her wide eyes a few times when Janis pulls back with a smirk. “Happy?”

Cady’s only response is to grab her by the waist and pull her back. Suddenly, Aaron is so far away. Who needs him? Holy shit, she’s a good kisser.

“Okay, ew,” Damian whimpers. Cady breaks away from the kiss to see him covering his eyes like a child seeing a naughty scene in a movie. Janis doesn’t bother and pulls Cady’s hips flush against her.

“Forget about Aaron,” she murmurs. “Stick with us.”

Cady nods eagerly. “Okay.”

Janis smirks again and leans in for a much more chaste kiss. “Good. Glad that’s handled.”

“Yeah. Good,” Cady breathes. She can almost feel her pupils dilating as she looks at Janis so close.

“Wanna come over after school? We can do that again in our own company,” Janis hums, jerking her head briefly in Damian’s direction. Cady nods. “Tits.”

“T…tits.”

“Yes!”

14 cadnis “hey, i’m with you, okay? always.”

tw for death mention

Cady jerks awake with her girlfriend, who bolts upright next to her with a shriek and bursts into tears. Cady slowly sits up and leans in to rub her back and rest her head on Janis’ shoulder. “Babe, what happened?”

“Stupid-stupid nightmare,” Janis replies in between heaving gasps for breath. Cady rubs her back a little more firmly.

“Deep breaths,” she murmurs. “It’s okay now, I got you. I promise.”

Janis’ sobs only grow heavier at the words, and she suddenly lunges to grab onto her. Cady grunts as her girlfriend is suddenly in her lap, but she squeezes her close and rubs her back as Janis tucks her head against her stomach and throws her arms around her waist.

“Shh, Jellybean, what is it?” she whispers.

“It was you,” Janis chokes, muffled into her own oversized shirt Cady stole to wear in lieu of pajamas.

“What was me?”

“The bus,” Janis sobs, clinging even harder to Cady, like she’s the only thing stopping her from slipping back into that awful nightmare world. “I was- I was on everyone’s shoulder’s agai-again and the bus just-just plowed into you! And-and I couldn’t get-get down! I couldn’t sa-save you, I just had-had to watch you bleed ou-out and die alone in-in the road! And I-I never told you I-I lo-love you.”

“Oh, baby,” Cady gasps. She pulls Janis up higher to hold her properly. Janis straddles her lap in such a way that Cady’s toes almost immediately go numb, but she’s sobbing so hard into Cady’s shoulder that she doesn’t even notice. “Shh, honey, that was just a dream.”

“But it almost wasn’t,” Janis wails quietly. “You-you were close too.”

“I was,” Cady admits, rubbing circles into Janis’ lower back. “And now I know not to stand near the road, especially when I’m in the middle of an argument. But it wasn’t me, baby, I’m perfectly healthy. I know you love me, and you know I love you. I’m right here with you, okay? Always. I promise.”

“You-you can’t promise that,” Janis hiccups.

“I can. I do everything I can to make sure I get to meet up with you the next time we see each other. I keep myself safe as much as I can,” Cady murmurs. “And even if something happens that we can’t control, heaven forbid, you’re not getting rid of me that easy. Best believe I’m haunting your cute ass.”

Janis chokes out a strange noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Cady echoes. “I love you so much.”

Janis sniffles and takes some deep breaths, letting Cady’s comforting words sink in. Eventually, she stops heaving sobs so heavy Cady’s part-worried she’ll actually heave, and Cady stops feeling her hot tears soaking into her shirt.

She gently pulls Janis’ face out of the crook of her neck and cups her cheeks, gently swiping her thumbs over them to rub away the tears. Janis sniffles again in a particularly cute way. Cady kisses her nose ever so gently.

“Come on, you need more sleep,” she whispers. Janis gets a panicked glint in her eye at the mere idea, but she looks at Cady with some interest as she lies down and pats herself. “At least try, come on.”

Janis hesitantly follows her back down and rests her head on Cady’s chest, right beneath her sternum.

“Listen to my heart,” Cady whispers. “You have it forever.”

She twists Janis’ hair together as their breathing slips naturally into the same, steady rhythm. Janis drifts off with a content smile on her face, and Cady follows when she sees it, and knows the universe is at peace once again.

2 chansaw “have you lost your damn mind?”

Heather sighs as she unlocks her front door. Her day has been so exhausting it takes a few tries, the key fumbling around the lock before finally slipping in and allowing her entry to her haven.

A tiny puppy running up to her was not even in the footnotes of her ideas of what she’d find inside. She tilts her head at the little thing sitting in front of her, its tail thumping against the ground the whole way.

“Veronica?” Heather calls, bemused. A head pops out at the other end of the hallway. Heather can see her face fall when she spots the dog and realizes she’s been busted.

“Hey, babe,” she greets without missing a beat. “How was work?”

“Where did the dog come from?” Heather replies before Veronica can even finish her sentence. Veronica deflates a little.

“I found her outside. She’s been abandoned,” she mumbles.

“Have you lost your damn mind? Why would you bring her home?!” Heather replies. She’s never been much of a dog person.

“She’s so cute! And she’s already housebroken. I think,” Veronica replies, scooping up the little dog and holding it at arm’s length as it scrambles to give her kisses.

“Muffin, you know I don’t like dogs,” Heather chides gently.

“But maybe you’ll like this one,” Veronica responds, her eyes brightening with hope. Heather sighs and looks at the little puppy she has held out like a sack of potatoes. It’s little legs dangle beneath her, but if the still-wagging tail is anything to go by, she doesn’t mind. “Look, she followed me home, I couldn’t resist.”

Heather looks closer at the dog. It is awfully cute. And clearly friendly. And if Veronica says she’s at least mostly housebroken, all of Heather’s furniture should be fine. Right?

Heather pinches the bridge of her nose. “Listen.”

Veronica nods eagerly, holding the dog against her shoulder and squealing as it licks her ear.

“You’re making sure she’s housebroken. Until then she stays in the sun room,” Heather begins. Veronica nods again. “And you’re responsible for buying her toys and making sure she doesn’t ruin our furniture.” Another nod. “And I am not picking up dog shit.”

“Okay,” Veronica replies immediately. “Can we keep her?”

“Yes, pillowcase, we can keep her,” Heather sighs. “What’d you name her?”

“Cherry,” Veronica mumbles shyly. Heather grins and carefully scritches the dog’s little head.

“Well then, welcome to the family, Cherry.”

#thank you friend!! #mean girls #cadnis #cady heron #janis ian #janis sarkisian #janis imi'ike #heathers #chansaw #heather chandler #veronica sawyer

[estrellami-1]

There is a Steddie fic finder that you can ask as well when looking for a fic

Ahh yes that’s true!!! Anyone know the name of the blog 😅 I swear I’ve got the WORST memory!!

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #asks #my asks #thank you friend!! #fics #fic finder

[tenderlady]

Get to know you better game! answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to get to know better

thanks to @crepesuzette2023 for tagging me!! i am on tumblr, which means i am both self-obsessed and nosy, so this is ideal.

Last song I listened to:

from my j/p playlist, which i have been wearing into the absolute ground recently, which is either representative of the fact that i'm Going Through Something or that i've mostly been listening to new music lately

Currently watching: i'm more of a movie person than a tv person, but i'm very slowly picking my way through mad men. also i'm like 30 minutes into the iron claw because i keep getting interrupted lol

Currently obsessed with: everything! i have no casual interests! but rn the big one is the book i'm working on, which is a culmination of most of my other big interests (the beatles, fandom studies, religion, the 60s, the 80s, toxic yuri, etc.). i've also become obsessed with sigrid nunez; i blew through the friend and what you are going through recently and am trying not to gnaw off my arm waiting for my library hold of the vulnerables to come in.

i'm gonna tag @elena-ferrante @boshemians @tabiheel @mylonghairedladyy @oedipuscomplexes @dykes4divock @oldlovecassette @revollver @whitealbum if you feel like it <3

#thank you friend!! #any other beloved moots are also welcome to participate and use me as an excuse #Spotify

[the-dream-team]

You guys!!!!

the immensely talented @tremendouspolicestrawberry created this beautiful illustration of Lily from Who Knows Who Cares and I'm completely obsessed with it <3 Look at her little ice skates! The hot chocolate! The little snowflake hearts inside the snow globe! Her bi-flag jacket!!

I haven't stopped smiling since tremendouspolicestrawberry sent this to me, so I had to share it here!! I just love it so much :')

#thank you friend!! #for this truly touching piece of art #check out their blog everyone! #wkwc #bi lily evans #I'm off to go write the final chapter now byeeeee #:D #sorry I'm very giddy about this and refuse to be chill about it <3

[firein-thesky]

hi cielo! huge congrats on your call back <3 and ty for doing this game!! can i request 22 with either gojo, geto or megumi 🙈 i saw you’ve already written for gojo and megs but i love them so i had to ask 😭

thank you anon!! 💕 and thank you for requesting!!

and i am happy to write for my love megumi again 💕 i think he fits this one best!

22. A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

Your back hits the wall with a dull thud. The back of your head is cradled protectively in Megumi's large palm.

You're not expecting the rough collision of his mouth to yours, teeth coming up against each other in a familiar click. He kisses like he's trying to devour—he always has.

You make a noise of surprise that melts against his mouth.

He tangles your hands together, pressing them flat against the wall behind you so that you're pinned. Like a butterfly. Like your heart caught on him, stuck. It opens you to him, chest to chest, hips to hips.

Your stomach swoops sharply like a bird diving in the air.

You're not quite sure what's gotten into him except the rush of adrenaline still roaring in your veins. You can almost taste the residuals off him, the thrumming of his cursed technique, only just deactivated moments before.

You'd made the final blow, though. You're a little bruised and Megumi is pushing up against you, against where you're tender, with a ferocity you aren't quite prepared for.

Still, your hands come up, against his chest, his neck.

You can taste blood in your mouth from his split lip.

He groans when you lick at the wound, tender, gentler than him.

"What's gotten into you?" You manage to gasp, looking up at him. His lips are parted, rosy with his wound, eyes a vicious blue.

"I don't know," he gets out and he seems almost feverish, "I just—want you." His voice is rough. The admission is a raw one.

Your hitched breath is swallowed by him again. His hand disappears beneath the hem of your shirt to feel at your waist, fingers slipping up against the sensitive skin of your sides. You let yourself get lost in it, head tilting back like an offering to him that he takes greedily.

"Fushiguro—I took care of my curse, did you guys get yo—oh!"

Megumi tears away from you, but he doesn't put space between you. In fact, you think he even tries shielding you from Yuuji's view somehow. He shrouds you, broad shoulders caging you in.

"We took care of it." He grinds out and in the cavernous space, his voice carries.

"I can see that," Yuuji replies, "didn't mean to interrupt—" Yuuji starts with a laugh.

You look up at Megumi, whose still looking down at you.

A fissure of heat tears through you.

"It's fine," you pipe up, finding your voice and pushing gently at Megumi's chest to get him to ease away from you, "you weren't—we were just going to find you."

"Doesn't seem that way." Yuuji hums and finally, you can catch the boyish smile on his face as Megumi reluctantly parts from you.

"Watch it,"

Though Megumi is being churlish, there's a faint dusting of pink spreading out over his cheeks. The tips of his ears. You know it's racing down the back of his neck, too.

You suddenly want to finish up this mission and head home, too.

You share a look with Yuuji, before nudging Megumi a little, "we were going to find you. Come on, let's finish this up."

You wander away from Megumi, past Yuuji, too.

But you can feel Megumi's eyes on your back, heavy, and as harsh as the kiss he'd given you. You can feel it like a weight the rest of the night, settling over you.

You feel it until your home and he can finally get his hands back on you—this time, there's no one to interrupt.

***

thank you for requesting!! i hope you enjoyed!!

Send me a character and a kiss prompt and I'll write a blurb!

#thank you friend!! #going to practice for the callback rn and then i will return to write more of these!! #cielo plays! #cielo writes! #cielo chats! #cielo's writing!

[cinamun]

✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨💕

Well I just so happen to think YOU are MORE wonderful!!

#thank you friend!!

[frodo-of-the-nine-fingers]

‘ask me about my headcanons’: where are the entwives

this is a great question, if you've seen the 2008 film journey to the center of the earth i think it's a similar scenario to the dinosaurs in that film where they've made their home in the center of the earth. legolas and gimli find them during one of their adventures post rotk and bond in wlw (all the entwives are lesbians) and mlm solidarity

#dont worry about if arda is flat or not there's still probably a center #lotr #ask #thank you friend!!

[afieldinengland]

britpol anon again on the topic of oliver reeder. the theme of my thoughts tonight is really really really fucked up relationships between young spads and their superiors and how they're mirrored in reality because i've been watching the documentary about the 1996 shadow treasury team preparing for the election in which they'd triumph and how these bespectacled doe-eyed young men already have the seeds of ruthlessness sown in them but how they're also beholden and held in orbit and their glasses are crooked and their suits and ill-fitting and they Adore their master and they have this icy, quietly burning hunger in them to win, win, win

apologies again for the late reply, friend!! that sounds fascinating, i also need to give that a watch. yes, there's so much to be said for the master and apprentice dynamic, and how political education also takes on the connotations of passing on an infection, or of giving a hunting hound its first taste of blood. the demands of the party and the demands of a parasite aren't so different, after all. it's survival at all costs. reading peter cardwell's the secret life of special advisers has put me in mind of that kind of relationship, too– not only because he recalls becoming concerned as a young spad that he was turning into 'principles-free' ollie reeder, but also because of exchanges such as this:

#answered #thank you friend!! #britpol anon #<- hope it's alright to give you a tag #oh to be a bespectacled doe-eyed young man in ill-fitting clothes suffusing myself with ruthlessness and iciness and caesarblood. wait

[patron-minette]

Montparnasse, 2&4 for the character game

Thank you for the ask! Oooh, such interesting questions!

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Gah, it is SO hard to choose a favourite thing when every single aspect of his character captivates me so! One tiny canonical detail I absolutely adore is that Montparnasse has a recognised nickname, "muscadin du diable", which we learn from Javert, no less! I think it speaks volumes about this young criminal's notoriety... and I'm always left wondering how widely known that nickname might've been!

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Hmm, this is tricky! I have been conceptualising a Patron-Minette Cabaret AU for a few months now, but that is a more generalised answer... If we are talking specifically about Montparnasse, I'd love to throw him into Grahame Greene's Brighton Rock! I think it would be very interesting to pit Montparnasse against Pinkie Brown— an equally wicked young criminal (only 17!) who leads a gang and is involved in numerous illegal activities, including murder.

[Ask Game]

#ask game #thank you friend!!

[thenegoteator]

👀 - happy new year!

happy new year to you too!!!

one thing about me is I am obsessed with ponchos. so I drew one that glows!!! Unposted because I'm always quite nervous to post personal art that's not immediately fandom related

[send me a 👀 in exchange for unposted art from 2023]

#she speaks #and answers #thank you friend!! #something about posting personal art on a mostly fandom art blog is nerve wracking #because the proportion of how much I care about it vs how much an audience cares about it is v different from fandom art #this one was really fun to draw though!! was inspired by clothes made of fibre optic fabric #my art

[mollymarymarie]

Hi, gorgeous! First things first, how are you? Hope everything's alright!!!!

I'm writing this because I need to tell you how much I love Dear Your Holiness (I love every single one of your fics, don't get me wrong, but DYH? Christ -pun intended-.) I read it for the first time exactly one year ago and since then, it had always been there on the very top of my favourite ones, unmoving. Last week, I decided to re-read it and, don't want to be sappy, but it felt like coming back home. Your writing is simply amazing and the building of the characters is simply brilliant.

And, while Remus and Sirius will always be my favourite part of it all, (their story, how Sirius falls in love twice for the same person, how Remus chooses Sirius over everything) my favourite part is Harry. It means so so much to me and I think you did such a great job (plus, amazing Teddy's characterisation, of course. I really don't know which character I love the most.)

I just simply wanted to thank you for sharing with us such a beautiful story and a comfortable place for me to come back when I need to feel happy. You are so talented.

Hope you the very best💞

Oh friend 😭😭 thank you! This means so much to me, you have no idea. I'm so happy you love this fic as much as I do, I'm so lucky to have wonderful people like you in my life who remind me that my work had been meaningful ♥️

#i got an ask! #Thank you friend!! #This was so sweet of you to say!! #Thank you so much for reading and rereading and taking the time to send this!! #♥️♥️♥️

[maybeimamuppet]

3 mac+ronnie

35 chandler+ronnie

26 cady+ janis plsss

hello dear friend ty for the ask!!

3 macaronnie goodbye

“Muffin, I’m only going to Florida,” Mac says for the umpteenth time, stroking through the ends of Veronica’s wild chestnut brown mane.

“Miami is dangerous!” Veronica insists. “What if someone tricks you into doing meth?”

“I- what?” Mac replies. “How would that even- never mind. I’ll be fine, babe. I’ll be back in two weeks.”

Veronica pouts, and absolutely does not remove herself from Heather’s shoulder. “Hmph.”

“Don’t you hmph me,” Heather giggles. “Look, my flight boards in twenty minutes, do you want to kiss me goodbye or not?”

Veronica abruptly pulls back and nods vehemently. Heather smiles and tucks some of Veronica’s hair behind her ear. “That’s what I thought.”

Veronica follows her, smiling like an idiot, as Heather leads her by the hand to the restroom. She locks the door behind them and presses Veronica against it, smiling at her before she leans in to kiss her.

Veronica smiles back and returns the kiss, winding her arms around Heather’s waist and tilting her head for a better angle. She tries her best to memorize the feeling of Heather’s soft, thin lips, the little sounds she makes in the back of her throat from time to time, the taste of mint from her toothpaste and the faint lingering flavor of lemon from the lip balm she uses. The feeling of her sunshine yellow tank top she has on under her fingers, the softness of her already tanned skin as she shifts to hold her face in between her hands.

Heather eventually pulls back to breathe, and Veronica presses their foreheads together instead.

“I’m gonna miss you,” Heather says.

“I’m gonna miss you too,” Veronica says. “Don’t do meth.”

“Oh my god, I won’t!”

35 chansaw to gain something

Veronica can’t breathe.

She’s not convinced there’s even any oxygen in this room. If there’s any room for it what with all the cigarette smoke and weed and perfume swirling around their heads. Veronica can almost feel an asthma attack brewing, but she tries to keep her coughing as quiet as she can, lest she be crucified by the red demon before her.

Blessedly, Chandler doesn’t seem to notice anything. “Hey, come on.”

“What?” Veronica stutters.

“Are you deaf? Two words, Veronica, that was two words,” Heather huffs. “Come on, pillowcase.”

Veronica takes her hand and follows desperately as Heather leads her through the winding halls of the building. It feels like some kind of sick labyrinth to Veronica, but she manages to keep up. “What are we doing?”

“Kiss me.”

Veronica chokes on air. Or ‘air’. “What?!”

“For fucks sake, did you have a brain tumor for breakfast or are your ears just clogged? I said kiss me,” Heather repeats.

“No, I heard you, but what the fuck, Heather? Why do I need to kiss you? There’s-there’s people here,” Veronica hisses.

“Exactly, pillowcase. College guys love seeing girls doing stuff. Easiest way to nail a hookup,” Heather says.

“I don’t want a hookup!”

“And not everything is about you, you brat,” Heather retaliates. “Now come on.”

Veronica sighs to herself and steps a little closer. Maybe she can get away with just a little peck.

Nope.

Heather grabs her face in between her hands and slams their lips together, tangling her fingers in Veronica’s hair and licking at her lips. Veronica can’t help but gasp, which gives Heather a chance to slip her tongue into Veronica’s mouth.

Okay then. Two can play at this game.

Veronica pulls a sound from deep in her gut, a heady, breathy moan that Heather swallows. Veronica barely even had to force it. She presses Heather even harder against the wall and bends a knee so her thigh presses between Heather’s leg. Heather gasps in surprise, and Veronica takes the opportunity to bite at her lips and tongue. She takes the bottom lip between her teeth and nibbles gently on it. She opens her eyes for a moment, and finds Heather’s almost black, her pupils blown and almost shoving out all the blue-grey of her iris.

She lets her lip go with a pop and slides her hands lower.

And lower.

And lower.

“Veronica,” Heather whispers against her lips.

“Mm?”

“Where’d we park?”

26 cadnis as an apology

Janis sighs as she swirls her ‘punch’ around in the tiny plastic cup. The music blares around her, and a massive crowd of sweaty high schoolers in fancy clothes move as one big mass on the dance floor. Bouncing, dancing, twisting, everything Janis hasn’t ever really been interested in.

“Come on, babe, cheer up,” Damian says desperately from next to her, having to shout a bit over the thumping bass. “Regina’s here in a fucking spinal halo and she’s having a better time than you.”

“I know,” Janis says miserably. “I just can’t stop thinking about-”

Just as she’s about to utter the name that’s been weighing on her heart for a month, the girl herself bursts through the heavy metal doors of the school gym. She’s flanked by her Mathletes, who scatter around to find the other dorks, get drunk off the spiked punch, and join in the mob of dancers.

Cady, on the other hand, marches straight up to Janis, grabs her by the arm, and drags her straight across the gym and out the door opposite where she came in. Janis shoots a panicked look to Damian and tries to splutter a protest, but Cady keeps going and the doors slam shut after them.

“What the hell?” Janis huffs when Cady finally comes to a stop in the hallway and seems to come back into her body. Cady looks at her with something akin to terror in her eyes. She doesn’t seem to have really known what she was doing and just found herself alone with Janis for the first time since everything went down.

Janis waits. Folds her arms over her chest, leans against the lockers set into the far wall. Stares at her ‘friend’ and waits for her to say something.

Cady doesn’t.

She stares back, arms limply at her sides like she’s forgotten she can move them. Janis can almost see the weight in her feet that seems to cement her to the floor, and the panicked thoughts that must be running through her head a mile a minute.

Janis sighs when she realizes Cady isn’t going to say anything and pushes off the lockers to go back and find Damian with a grumbled, “Unbelievable.”

Before she can get past, “Unbeliev-”, Cady pounces on her. She slams Janis aggressively back against the lockers with a clang, presses against them with both hands on either side of Janis’ face, and leans in to kiss her in a flurry of motion that leaves Janis reeling. Which might also be from where she hit her head on the lockers. Whatever.

She freezes under Cady’s frantic press of lips. This is all she wanted for months upon months. All she wanted while she watched Cady be swallowed by that pink monster and turn into someone she didn’t recognize.

But now, as Cady has her pinned to some frigid metal in the middle of the hall, Janis is totally frozen. She’s kissing me.

She blinks. It feels… nice. Cady’s lips are soft. She shifts to tangle her tiny hands in Janis’ blazer and presses up on her tippy toes so they can be even closer. She tastes like mint and something almost metallic, and she smells like books and pencil shavings and fuck it.

Janis winds her arms around Cady’s neck and kisses her back, leaning harder into Cady and swiping her tongue into her mouth. Cady makes a content noise in the back of her throat and falls back on the flats of her feet. Janis leans into her so hard she actually bends over backwards a little bit. Neither of them complain. Cady sucks Janis’ lower lip between hers, nibbles slightly on it in a way that pulls a sound from deep inside Janis’ gut before she lets it go and pulls back to take a breath.

Janis doesn’t let her. She pushes forward this time, walking until Cady is pressed against the cinder block wall and ignoring the feeling of her waxy lipstick smearing all around her face and blending with Cady’s cherry chapstick.

“Janis, wait,” Cady pants after another long minute of their lips locked together. Janis pulls back just enough to see her and looks into her eyes.

“What?” she whispers. Cady shivers in her arms just a little bit.

“We should talk,” Cady says anxiously. “I have a lot to apologize fo-”

Janis doesn’t let her finish, surging forward again. Cady doesn’t complain this time, and eagerly kisses her back.

“We can talk… later,” Janis says in between pants for breath when they break apart the next time.

Cady doesn’t say anything, she just nods frantically.

Janis never thought she’d be so okay with hearing absolutely nothing from Cady’s lips.

#thank you friend!! #again i don’t proofread these etc etc #be nice if they’re bad #enjoy #mean girls #heathers #chansaw #macaronnie #mcnamawyer #cadnis #cady heron #janis sarkisian #veronica sawyer #heather mcnamara #heather chandler

[shoshiwrites]

Clara & "where the wild roses grow", pls?

Her father passes a year after the war ends, and she takes over his shop. She lets the flowers crowd the floor, adds a few more potted plants by the front windows, a few more old advertisements framed by someone Jo knows from The Clarion's photo staff. She stops herself from reaching for the broom, resting against the back wall where it always is. It's a cold June morning when the bell rings above the door, and a man in uniform walks in. He ducks his head, his cheeks misted with rain.

[Imaginary Fic Meme!]

#clara's tag #is this...a postwar clara/skinny au?? #thank you friend!! #shoshi's au problem #shoshi writes #basilone