burn-her!

anonymous asked:

OQ first kiss prompt: During a power outage & they're scrambling to find flashlights/candles & accidentally bump into each other.

It’s been a long day by the time a rather vicious sounding storm rages against the windows of the town hall. It’s come from nowhere and she’s ill prepared to deal with the trip home - she’d accidentally sat on her glasses earlier and her contacts are burning in her eyes from overwearing - so when Robin arrives at her door, explains that he was preparing the meeting room downstairs for a meeting that is most certainly not going to happen now and tells her that he’d noticed her light on, she’s a little relieved to see him.

She makes no move to leave her office chair - her back is aching from hours spent bent over pile after pile of paperwork - and she knows already that weathering this kind of a storm is pointless - they’d do better to simply allow it to pass over - and so Robin takes her smile as the invitation it is and steps further into the room, pushing the door closed behind him to conserve the warmth that still lingers inside.

“You have much more to do?”

He’s looking at the sheets in front of her, at the pen resting on top. “Only about truckload.”

“I’d offer to help,” his dimples wink at her, “but then, for all we know, I could be signing off on an order to make George the president of Storybrooke and wouldn’t we be in trouble then?”

“Wouldn’t we just,” she laughs, shaking her head at the very notion before she lifts her gaze to him once more and asks, “How about you?” referring to his earlier explanation, “I hope it wasn’t anything important.”

“Oh, nothing that can’t wait,” he assures her before making his way closer as she rounds her desk to lean against the edge to better speak to him.

It’s still hard, letting him in, opening up to him. Henry actively encourages it - she teases that he simply wants free archery lessons but he always manages to squeeze at her heart with his wish for her to have someone - and she does like him but, with Emma’s arrival especially, she knows that it’ll be short lived. He would’ve loathed her, no doubt, in their land and the thought of him feeling the same now, after all of the flirting and his kindness…it induces anxiety pains in her stomach.

Still, she just can’t seem to resist him.

“You look good,” he compliments, letting his eyes rake over her body in the way he knows drives her crazy. “But then, you always do.”

A light blush dusts her cheeks as she bows her head to hide her growing smile - she feels giddy, stupidly so - as she shakes her head and breathes, “Thank you.” She’s about to steer their conversation in a safer direction - he’s got that smirk curling his lips, a flirty little warning - when a great crash of thunder is followed by nothing but complete darkness.

“Shit.”

“Don’t worry,” she assures him, this isn’t her first storm, “they should come straight back on when the backup generator kicks in.” She fumbles for a moment, cringing when she hears a picture frame hit the ground - there’s no shatter, just an unfortunate clang - before she moves to explain, “it hasn’t been needed so it may take a while to power up.”

“Do you have any flashlights?”

“No,” she replies, toeing her way carefully in - what she hopes is - the direction of the sofa and coffee table. “But I have candles and matches over this way.”

“Okay.”

She hears the shuffling of his feet, smiles at the thought of him in much the same prone form as herself, before she’s pushing forward, realising all too late what was most likely to happen and so, squealing in a rather unladylike manner as their legs tangled and the ground grew a lot closer.

He manages to grab hold of her and spin them, taking the impact of the fall and softening the blow for her with his body.

Her forehead connects with his shoulder and she hisses as he lets loose a winded grunt of pain, fingers tightening their hold around her biceps.

“Are you oka-”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she answers first, laughing awkwardly at the situation before she takes in the fact that she’s practically lying on top of him. “Are you?”

She can’t see his face for their in complete darkness but she feels the tips of his fingers when they find her temple and stroke back her hair from her face, “I’m fine,” he answers softly and she can feel his heartbeat thundering against her own as he traces those fingers down before cupping her jaw and guiding her towards him. She follows willingly.

It’s soft and it’s unbelievably tender when their mouths meet for the first time, their lips slotting together in the most perfect kiss that she feels from her head down to her toes. They part for only a moment to take in what’s happened before he asks her back down to him and she goes without a second’s thought because it feels right - despite what the inevitable breaking of the curse will mean - it feels right.

anonymous asked:

can you please provide some headcanons about Emerald being safe, cared for and loved for the first time in her life because lord knows she needs it (If headcanons are hard for this then could you possibly write a little something instead?)

Emerald’s eyes shut open, heart still pounding fast. She didn’t even remember the nightmare, or for how long she had been asleep. Could have been five minutes or five hours. 

She was still lying between Weiss’ legs, head resting on her stomach. You’re safe, she told herself, and it sounded odd. When had she ever been safe?

The nightmare had left an unsettling feeling in in her chest, nagging and burning. She shifted her head a little to look at Weiss who only glanced up from her book for a moment and started to gently stroke Emerald’s hair. It immediately calmed her down. 

You love her. 

She buried her face in Weiss’ sweater. Gentle fingers started to caress the back of her neck, making her stomach feel warm and tingly. 

She loves you.

Emerald lifted herself up and icy blue eyes locked with hers. Weiss looked so beautiful, wearing her hair down for once, soft white curls falling down on her shoulders. “Tired?”, Weiss asked. Emerald shook her head and Weiss layed her book on the coffee table. “You’ve been asleep for at least an hour. I thought about waking you up before you have a sore neck tomorrow.” 

And she cares for you.

“You’re comfortable.” Emerald rested her head against Weiss’ chest. Weiss wrapped her arms around her and buried her face in Emerald’s hair. “Want to go to bed? Or stay up and read?” 

“I thought you weren’t tired.” 

“I just don’t want to go to bed without you.” 


Why not both? Fluffy Emerald post coming up.

Just be aware that yeah, I wrote a little something for this one, but I am muuuuch more picky about requests that ask me to write a scene or something like that instead of headcanons. 

Always Here

Just a quick one-shot I slammed out minutes before I had to go to work. It’s raw because I didn’t have time to edit it. 

Enjoy a story from Vegeta’s POV about his thoughts after his sweet princess was born! 



I had actually managed to train for a couple of hours, but I couldn’t concentrate. After the third time of being grazed by one of those damned lasers, I finally gave up. Even in the shower I stared at the white tiles, only seeing Bulma’s face. I had never seen her in so much pain before, but I hadn’t really been frightened so much as awed. She was fighting. It was a battle that her own body was pushing her through. But she had went with it, knowing that this pain served a purpose. I’ve been proud of her before; she is brilliant, and the ki I feel from her spirit burns bright with a different kind of power that I had never known before her. But this. Giving birth to our second child. This was something I had not been ready for.

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anonymous asked:

But if L//na is evil Im sure you not gonna defend her that's for sure

Thank you for showing that you know more about me than myself.
If she is evil I will defend her depending on what she does. I will defend if I believe there’s an ounce of good in her, if she can change, because unlike some people here I’m not one sided and don’t see the world only in black and white.
If I believe she’s worth saving than I will defend her because it would hypocritical of me not to; because I like her character since shipping Karamel doesn’t mean I have to chase Lena down and burn her for everyone to see.
But if her reasons are not legit by my standards I won’t defend her. People need to stop to think like this.

sunnydaleslut replied to your post: TFW when you want to tag a post “insane troll…

I’m so curious lol

I’ll never tell! But here’s an analogous argument from a meta post I read many many years ago (by Aycheb, I think, if anyone cares): Spike saving Buffy from burning to death in OMWF was evil, because he was only acting on the selfish desire to live vicariously through her.
(Whereas if he’d let her burn to death, that would have been… um… wait…)

anonymous asked:

In the song Down, by blink-182, I always hear the lyric 'the glow inside burns light upon her' as 'the glowing sideburns light up on her' even though I know that's not what it says, and every time I hear it I think about the time you drew sideburns on your face in bright pink Sharpie

I’m actual so blessed that u think of me every time tbh 😹 I’m convinced this is all I’m gonna be remembered for tbh and I’m tots ok with it 😹🎉💕✨

Please keep my city, Guadalajara, Mexico, in your thoughts, right now there are shootings and narcobloqueos (burning vehicles blocking roads) happening all over the city because an important member of a drug cartel was captured by the authorities. We are being asked not to leave our homes because this people won’t go down without fighting. They shot down a military helicopter killing three people right now. Pray for the safety of my people.

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You clean up nice.

She is the kind of beauty that gently falls on your lips like snowflakes softly falling to the ground, silent, subtle, fragile to touch, but beautiful nonetheless. She is made of winter, thunderstorms, and scars, yet she possesses the gentlest touch for the broken souls. When you meet her, you probably won’t notice her right away, for hers is the beauty that whispers ever so subtly to your soul, capturing your heart and soul first before entrancing your eyes.
—  cynthia go // Sleeping beauty
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you’ve married an   i c a r u s
                   he has flown to close to the   s u n