#ofpowersuits

the clatter of keys and other personal belongings rang through the room as they were tossed onto the kitchen table. alice kicked off her incredibly uncomfortable yet stunningly fashionable shoes off near the door before padding barefoot towards the bedroom. that was when she saw it- or, her. and more importantly, what was in bette’s well-manicured hands.  ❝ hey ! oh my god- bette ! ❞ her tone was shrill as she quickly ran to yank the familiar blue diary out of her grasp. alice uttered a noise of disgust, ❝ just because i told you to let yourself in doesn’t mean you can go through my shit !!! let alone my college diary ! ❞ holding up the well-worn book in one hand and pointing at it with the other’s index finger, she stared at bette with a look of bewilderment, ❝ this is sacred ! ❞

“Is that a proposal? See, this is what you do. You make me guess and then, I’m interested.”     ...     @ofpowersuits​

       a small, hopeful smile blossomed across tina’s face as she took bette’s hand and placed it over her stomach. ❝ i want to have A BABY with you. do you think that might be something you want too ? ❞

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  Taking the glass, Marcia gives Bette a look over the rim of her glasses, though her smile breaks the seriousness she tries to convey. “Do I really?” She pauses, eyeing the alcohol in the glass for a moment. “I was hit on but that doesn’t mean I did anything about it. Besides, they only think they want someone like me until they realize my tastes are far too expensive.” 

The bell rings. Her bag in one hand, the umbrella in her other. She has no hands free to ring the bell. Her head is held high, an air of arrogance surrounding her. When the door opens she smiles tightly, “I’m here for the Nanny position.”

       was she pouting ? ABSOLUTELY. this was her honeymoon, and she was very indignant that her wife ( her wife ! ) was having to leave their bed for something so mundane. ❝ fine, but tell your bladder i expect you back in this bed PRONTO, okay ? ❞

       ❝ okay, sorry... ❞ tina HATED when bette was like this. it made her feel powerless, helpless, like that scared little girl in yuma all over again. this was what happened when you loved a titan, she supposed. but still, it didn’t make it any easier, didn’t make it sting any less. ❝ i just know that sometimes IT HELPS ME when i’m particularly anxious. ❞ she placed the cup down on bette’s nightstand, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. ❝ will you... let me know if you do need anything ? i can be HELPFUL every once in a while, you know. ❞