#two reasons

[chemdisaster]

yet another fanfic for the cat dad au. hotguy admits his feelings for ariana griande on live tv. it all works out in the end

A crash sounds through the flat, followed by quick steps and the slamming of a door.

Sitting on the floor assembling a jigsaw, Ariana sees Kitten's ears perk up. A moment later, the eyes follow, snapping upwards, pupils dilating. She knows what it means. Scar is home, and Kitten is excited.

And so is she. 

She walks out into the hall, ready to greet her friend, but there’s no one to greet. Instead, shoes are strewn on the floor, a jacket thrown haphazardly beside them, and Scar is nowhere to be seen. 

Confused, she looks over to her left—and the door to Scar’s room is closed. That’s a thing that doesn’t happen often, so she’s immediately worried. 

Peeking out from behind her legs, Kitten asks, “Where’s Scar?”

He sounds disappointed. Ariana crouches down to his level and curls her fingers around his head. Kitten immediately leans into her touch, closing his eyes.

“Why don’t you go and work on that puzzle, huh, kitty?” she says, gently scratching behind his ear. “Scar will come back and be amazed by the progress you’ve made.”

Nodding eagerly, Kitten brushes up against her a couple of times and races back to his jigsaw. 

Standing up, Ariana smiles fondly before pausing to check her phone. She hasn’t touched it all day, too busy hanging out with Kitten to care about the usual stream of notifications, but clearly something happened at Scar’s work and it would be a good idea to try and find out what before she actually talks to him—

The smile slips.

As a public figure, she always has her notifications muted. Right now, she doesn't know whether that's a blessing or a curse, because her phone is blowing up. 

Fumbling with her pockets, she fishes her earphones out and unties them as fast as possible, jamming an earbud into her ear and clicking on the first clip she can find. 

She's met with the sight of flashing lights and gathering crowds, and immediately Ariana feels her heart skip a beat when Scar comes into view. Dressed as Hotguy, he's radiant as ever, and no amount of seeing him can stop every look from feeling as if it's the first one. 

Shaking herself out of her lovesick thoughts, she tunes into the audio—just in time to hear a reporter ask, "Hotguy, what can you say about your relationship with Ariana Griande?"

Oh. Oh stars.

"M-my what?"

"Well, you're together, aren't you?"

A step back.

"I—I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on,” the reporters smile. “It's clear from the way you look at her. You love her, don't you?"

"No, I—"

"Hotguy, your feelings towards Ariana have never been a secret. So come on, the public wants to know—who asked who out?"

Hotguy takes another step back, looking uncomfortable.

"Uh—no one asked anyone out. She doesn't—we're just friends."

"Friends don't look at each other the way you look at her. There's no way you two aren't dating."

Lights flash and Hotguy shrinks in on himself, hands coming up to fiddle with his necklace.

"No, we aren't—we're not dating. We're not." 

"It's obvious you are, though. You can keep your secrets, Hotguy, but the fans know—"

"Look, you can say what you want about me, but don't touch her, okay?” he finally snaps. “It doesn't matter if I'm in love with her, she doesn't feel the same, and I'm not going to stand for you all spreading lies about her."

"So you do love her?"

"I—I—"

The clip ends there.

Despite her composed nature, a stutter goes through her chest. 

She knew that Scar had a crush on her—it's hard not to pick up some things, with how flustered he acts around her—but this is different. Hearing Scar admit it, especially like that—and he said he loved her. The word he used was love.

Ariana doesn't think anyone's ever used that word for her and meant it. 

Putting her phone away, she takes a breath to calm herself and walks up to Scar's door. Her emotions are all over the place, but she knows above everything that she has to talk to him—now.

Unsurprisingly, a knock yields no reaction, and after taking another deep breath, she spreads her fingers and pushes the door open. 

Inside, it's empty, save for a Scar-shaped lump of blankets that makes warmth grow in her chest as she approaches it. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ariana places a hand on the lump and it jerks, making a weak attempt to scoot away. 

"Scar," she says softly, rubbing his arm. 

For a moment, the lump is silent. Then a tiny voice mumbles, "I'm gonna drown myself."

Amused but also concerned, she asks, "Why would you do that?"

Scar doesn't answer. Instead, he burrows deeper into the blankets. Ariana gets the sense that he's trying to make himself look like he's not there.

If so, he's failing miserably. He'll never stop being there for her.

"Scar."

There is a long moment of silence, in which Ariana can feel her concern growing. Being forced to reveal a secret is never fun (even if it was only ever a secret to one person), and especially on live TV—

She tries her best to ignore the butterflies fluttering about her stomach. Looking at the man before her, she thinks she still fails.

Finally, the silence is broken, "Just go away."

"Why?"

Scar sits up, swivels around to face her and starts to explain, hands thrusting up and down, "Because I'm pathetic. And I know you agree, and so do I, I think so too, and it's okay if you leave."

Listening to his frenzied stammering, Ariana feels a tentative, trembling kind of elation start to blossom in her throat.

"I'd prefer that, in fact," Scar continues, unaware as her fingers start to shake, "it would be better than this, than pretending that you don't hate me when I know you do, why wouldn't you, after what you just found out—"

"Scar," she cuts him off. "I'm not leaving."

"But—"

Ariana grabs his face with both her hands and kisses him.

Scar freezes. Slowly, his hands come up to weakly grapple at her arms and she feels his entire body shudder in her hold. He doesn’t make an attempt to pull away, however, and so she stays as she is, mouth pressed to his, joy growing in her lungs.

The kiss lasts for only a few moments, but it might as well be eons before they break apart. Inhaling, tasting Scar’s breath on her tongue, she opens her eyes and looks. 

Scar’s face is soft, eyelashes still half-lowered, previously unseen freckles standing out on his cheeks—by the stars, Ariana has never been more in love. Tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, she finally says, a tinge of humour entering her voice, “Maybe the reporters were right after all.”

Breaking out of the love-induced trance, Scar giggles softly, “You can’t say that.”

“I’m Ariana Griande, I can say whatever I want.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, staring unabashedly at her lips. “You can.”

Ariana goes to kiss him again, but he catches her wrists in his hands.

“You’re sure?” he asks, and suddenly he looks painfully uncertain. She knows that Scar doesn’t think he deserves anything good, and it’s clear that he’s having trouble believing that this is real. 

She’ll do whatever it takes to disprove him of that notion until it may as well have never existed.

“I’m sure.”

Scar relaxes and presses his forehead to hers. She wants to feel his lips on hers again, but she leans closer to him and contents herself with the heat of his breath against her open mouth, the pressure of his hands that come to settle on her waist. 

A soft purring reaches her ears and she smiles. Kitten must be delighted.

And stars, so is she.

[1introvertedsage]

[nomilkinmyteaplease]

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[aquakat-draws]

GLASS ANIMALS ARE HAVING A TOUR IMMA KMS I CAN'T BUY TICKETS😭😭😭😭😭😭

Edit: the tickets are sold out😀💔

[chillzygalaxy]

It’s only March and I want to start working on refreshing my Artfight Page….

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

you might not be my love but baby i doubt it (for the fic title meme. i loved the era of long ass lyric titles)

This is so very good, & I cannot lie it would probably be a good title for the "may get written, who tf knows" fic for one of my asoiaf plot bunnies 😅 especially since I moved things around for her & a lot of her character is falling into place lol. That feels like cheating, though so let's go with something actually fake

Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire

Summary/Concept: Set shortly after Robert's Rebellion, the fic follows the slow burn Fellow Trainees to Friendly Rivals to Brothers In Arms to Friends Who Refuse To Admit They're Pining to Lovers relationship of Benjen Stark & another ranger of The Night's Watch

[whyissupernaturaltrending]

a former US president gets shot at and rather than trend himself he causes supernatural to trend instead because everyone is sharing the news via the destiel meme. unparalleled

[aropride]

[eydilily]

gem n joel the strongest duo (family) that you are

and of course. her

[calicorobin]

beanbag chair psychology

[lady-of-the-spirit]

"Canon divergence" but it's giving characters the close friendships I think they would have had if canon had expanded a little more.

[its-your-mind]

[spoondrifts]

something about vi never wanting anyone in her life to change. something about jayce not caring at all how much viktor has changed so long as he's alive. something about the way vi associates radical change with death, perceiving jinx's continued existence as a kind of necromantic horror—the way jayce would shatter fundamental laws of nature without a second thought in order to give viktor the best chance at survival, in whatever form that may take. transformation as rebirth vs murder, hextech vs shimmer. nature has made us intolerant to change, but fortunately, we have the capacity to change our nature. and then jayce, realizing that he hasn't changed at all, not really—that he is a scientist at heart, and he shouldn't have tried to be anything else. and then vi, realizing she has become someone unrecognizable—never thought my sister would turn bluebelly. and for both of them, it's too little, too late.

[mo-mode]

The Biblically Accurate Trio in TLT

[chloesimaginationthings]

Abby could befriend any animatronic from FNAF..

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]