i love how she looks unimpressed

OK so since @tom-hiddleston-god-of-mischief and other people showed interest, I bumped up my schedule and so…

Here is my ‘Craig is totally gay and was in love with the MC in college’ post!

So, first off- this is Craig Cahn and the thing that made me first think that he was gay instead of bi. (And fyi I am a Bi myself, so this is more headcanoning and exploring character and not trying to stomp on other headcanons, jsyk.)

Yeah the very first time we met. But look- divorces do happen, and do happen in a chill manner. But… let us note a couple things. One, the divorce literally only happened ‘last year’. Which could mean anywhere from (assuming this is the spring due to college letters and school timetables) 12+ to only 3-ish months ago depending on what counts as ‘last year’.

You only get a SECOND of him being uncomfortable while breaking the news before he is on even ground and is like ‘yeah it’s old news and everything is in perfect order now’. AND THE DIVORCE HAPPENED EITHER WHILE SMASHLEY WAS PREGNANT OR JUST HAD RIVER. Now, this could be a him lying, except… it’s never really brought up again as a thing? Like, we deal with Mat’s feelings for his dead wife, Joseph’s failing marriage, and etc but despite how recent it was we are lead to believe their divorce was perfectly amicable despite the timing.  (Now placing a cut here because this gets long and has more pics.)

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Hidden (Happy x Reader)

 “Boy’s go gather up your loves ones. We officially go on lockdown tonight. Make sure all are here before then” Clary told the men around the table before he slammed down the gavel. The men made their way out of the room one by one. Happy knew that something like this was bound to happen eventually, he just didn’t really know when. Taking out his phoned going to his dorm he knew it was time for you to come down.

You heard your cell ring from the kitchen and you started to run around the house looking for it. You thought it was in your pocket but you guess you were wrong since you found it in the couch.

“Hello” You said into the phone not bothering to look at the caller ID.

“It’s me babe” You heard your husband rasp voice through the phone “Got a problem down here in Charming doll. We’re going on lockdown and I’m going to need you come.”

“Happy really? Come on”

“Don’t fight with me doll not right now, I ain’t taking any chances with these people. I already got Kozik on his way over to pick you up so he can bring you down.”

“You’re lucky I love you Mr. Lowman or I wouldn’t be doing this.”

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Soulmates (continuation of 4x08)


So this is just a quick little fic I’ve written about how I think a yousana conversation would’ve been today after Sana read those text (aka the cutest texts ever)

It’s really short and not really good but I hope you like it :)


“So, who’s that?”

She had been so focused on watching Noora and William leaving the party together so they could talk that she hadn’t heard Yousef approaching her. She turned around and looked at him

“Um, that’s Noora’s ex-boyfriend” she explained

Yousef nodded with an unimpressed expression.

“It’s okay if you’re jealous” she said


“I mean, he’s her one true love and so on, no one will judge you for being jealous”

She tried so hard not to laugh at his confused look

“But why would I be jealous?” he asked

“Because you have a thing with her” she said shrugging

“I, what?” he widened his eyes in surprise “No, no, no. We don’t have a thing”

“Well, you seemed really into her when I saw you kissing at SYNG”

“You…you…?” he stuttered

“Saw you? Yeah I did” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

“No, no, no.” he said shaking his head more to himself than to her “That’s not…we didn’t…Noora and me…”

“Yousef, breathe” she said

“I can’t believe this is happening, I can’t believe I screwed up like this” he muttered

“I’m not following you” she frowned “Look it’s okay, you like Noora and well she’ll probably get back with William but you’ll get over here”

“I won’t get over her because I’ve never been under her” he blurted out

“Wow, that’s too much information” she said biting her lip

“No, no, that came out totally wrong” he took his snapback off and brushed his hair with his fingers before putting it back on “Let’s start again”

Sana just looked at him waiting for him to talk

“Okay…Sana, Noora and me, we’re not…we never were…I mean she’s not…but you are…and me. I told her and she told you but you told her…and…”

“Yousef you’re not making any sense”

“I know it’s just…this is really difficult for me to say…Sana I think that you…that you and me…”

“That we’re soulmates?” she finished raising her eyebrows at him with a smug smile

“What?” he said blinking way to fast.

Sana tried to hold the laugh but she couldn’t manage to do it and burst out laughing.

“Sana?” Yousef asked still trying to understand what was happening

“Noora let me read your texts” she said biting her lip

“No she didn’t” he said panicking

“Yup, she did”

“I…I…I just…” he tried to speak but he was too flustered to even say a word.

He felt his cheeks blushing, his heart pounding fast on his chest, if there were a record for most embarrassing moment this would be the number one followed by the one time she had caught him dancing in her living room.

You just…like me” she said smiling

“I can’t believe she showed you those texts” he said shaking his head

“And I can’t believe you asked her for advice” she chuckled

“Yeah…I did…and now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to find a nice rock I can crawl under” he said turning around to leave

“Wait” she said grabbing his arm to stop him

He faced her again but he closed his eyes too embarrassed to look at her

“Yousef, look at me” she said

He opened his eyes and looked at hers

“Are you looking into my eyes now?” she said quoting him from that afternoon they spent together

“I am” he said in a low voice

“What was I going to say?” she joked

He squinted his eyes at her and she laughed

“Oh, yes I remember now…I was going to say that I like you too Yousef”

“Yeah?” he asked with a goofy smile

She just grinned and nodded

“That’s cool” he said

“That’s cool” she repeated

They would’ve kept talking to each other but they were soon pulled into the improvised dance floor by their friends.

Anyway, they would have a lot of time to talk in the following days, but in that moment, the important things had been said and that was all that mattered.


This is it

Hope you’ve liked it

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One day at a time (chapter 1) Lin-Manuel x Reader

I had a 9 hour plane journey with nothing to do so I wrote a stupidly long fluffy fic as part of a new series.  

Summary: This is based on Lin’s adorable tweet about him messing around on tinder. Old Man Miranda explores Tinder while logged into his friend’s account and has an awkward conversation with Reader. Awkwardness and some fluff ensues. It’’s about time I wrote something that wasn’t totally angsty for a change.

Warnings: Nothing but fluff, but I definitely swear more than I think I do.

Word Count: 3,989

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Preference "How they react when you flirt with them"

(WOOOO TWD PREFERENCE 😍😍I made this short and sweet :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it! Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Negan-Whenever you’d flirt with him, he’d be a little surprised at first and think to himself if that really just happened, his eyes shifting around in wonder before coming onto you as well. “Wait…You..Are you telling me all these things because you want to “fuck” ME?! Goddamn! Well you’re in luck…I wouldn’t mind it at all!”

Daryl-Whenever you’d flirt with him, he’d be weirded out and feel so out of place to know that you see him like that, he wouldn’t know what he should be saying or doing in response to be appropriate. “Y-you think I have nice arms? R-really? I-I never…really noticed it before…I-I don’t stare at them that long enough…”

Rick-Whenever you’d flirt with him, he’d get bashful and would let out a small laugh and smile, shaking his head as he tries to give you and worthy response. “I think you’re making me out better than I really am…If anything you’re the one who looks good leading all of us…”

Merle-Whenever you’d flirt with him, he’d get honestly so turned on by the idea of him being desired that way that he wouldn’t hesitate to flirt back all while smirking and licking/biting his lips. “Oh my…Sugar, you really mean it? Well I wouldn’t mind at all taking up on that offer of yours…It would be a blessing for me, when you think about it really…”

Glenn-Whenever you’d flirt with him, he’d be stunned at first and would be somewhat so nervous about it that he’d start stuttering before slowly get his own confidence and flirt back. “Euh…Really? Y-you think so? I-I guess yeah…Wh-whatever…I-I’m cool…I’m totally fine…”

Carl-Whenever you’d flirt with him, he’d get quiet and try to stop himself from blushing too much as he’d be actually stunned that this was happening to him. “I-I’m not blushing…Wh-what are you talking about? I mean it happens when you just compliment someone like that, god!”

The Governor-Whenever you’d flirt with him, he’d be intrigued by your attitude and would at first act clueless just to see how serious you are about him before totally giving into your persuasiveness. “Y/N…I just want to let you know that I knew you were flirting with me this whole time…I was just trying to see how far you’d go for me, beautiful…”

Abraham-Whenever you’d flirt with him, he’d be more than pleased and would gladly play along with you just to see how far you can both really get. “Oh really? You think so…Well I have a better idea? Wanna know? Come here, come closer, i’ll tell you about it right in your ear…”

Eugene-Whenever you’d flirt with him, he’d be utterly clueless and would initially think you were messing with him for your own pleasure until someone would have to mention it to him about how serious you are. “What? Y/N’s flirting with me? Impossible, I don’t see her being interested in me, she’s just joking…Wait really? She said that…”

Ron-Whenever you’d flirt with him, he’d get full of himself but would try his best to be humble about it, only to end up cutting to the chase and be blunt with you. “Ah..thanks…That’s nice of you…Actually forget about it, how about we just go out and make it official!”

Jesus-Whenever you’d flirt with him, he’d be so amazed that it happened to him that he’d start to blush and would try to laugh it off. “Really? Oh no…I don’t think I look that great…I just kinda woke up you know! There’s really nothing special about my look today…”

Dwight-Whenever you’d flirt with him, he’d feel somewhat torn between flirting back and telling you off, as he’d have a hard time believing you’d ever want anything to do with him. “T-thanks Y/N…but…when you say those kinds of things…Do you mean it? Like behind all of it are you serious about liking and thinking that way about me…”

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by the amazing @baasama for the tinder au 

“well aren’t you two just precious,” tenten teases. she submits her own comment on sakura’s instragram photo and laughs at the way sakura tries to contain her smile. “looks like you found your tinder boy.”

“he’s not my tinder boy.”

“he’s a little bit your tinder boy.”

sakura rolls her eyes and is glad she kept the fact that she more of less found sasuke online within about a day of him not liking her back. he was the guy she had super-liked on tinder last week. was she a little bit crazy? maybe. was she ashamed? also maybe. 

he search was difficult since virtually all of his social media accounts had no posts therefore nothing to work with, but sakura was able to find his main group of friends and so she stalked him through the one named naruto uzumaki. 

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Confession Time!

Anonymous said:
Prompts for a girl who’s in love with her best friend, but any time she tries to confess she ends up hurting his feelings?

Anonymous said:
Do you have any prompts where a girl confesses her love to her best friend?

 smerbled said to the-modern-typewriter:
I was wondering if you could give me some dialogue prompts on how a generally aloof, moody guy would confess his feelings to a girl? He’s that type of person who’s REALLY awkward when it comes to “lovey-dovey” things, simply because it’s icky and he isn’t used to expressing feelings other than… well, aloofness!

1) “You’re just so bloody goofy,” she said. She meant it as a compliment. “You and your stupid hair.” Read; you and your perfect hair, and your adorable way of running your fingers through it when you’re nervous. Read; bright ball of sunshine, you light up my world and make my chest light, make me laugh like nothing else you.
The look on his face was utterly wounded.

2) “I don’t expect you to feel the same way-” she began. 
“Oh thank god.”
She both froze. 
Her best friend froze, before their eyes widened. “Not as in oh thank god I hate that you love me! I mean thank god-”
“Who said anything about love,” she bristled.
“I mean I love you!” 
They both froze all over again. 
Their best friend stood up and walked out. “We’re doing this again, don’t move.”

3) “You’re the most brilliant person I’ve ever met,” he said. And it was such a difference to his normal impassiveness in the face of everything that her insides flipped. He swallowed hard, cheeks burning even as he tried really hard to maintain his cool and confident demeanour. His hands twisted in front of him, nervously. He wet his lips. “God,” his voice cracked and he looked down. “If you knew how much I loved you…” He couldn’t do this. He stumbled back a step, flustered all over.
She took a step forward and caught his wrist to stop him, before the touch gentled. “Tell me.” 

4) Their relationship had all but fallen apart. Every time she tried to say how she felt, she seemed to only make things worse because she’d get awkward in the last second and flub out and say something cruel so it wasn’t too mushy. So, in the end, she kept her goddamn mouth shut and simply wrote three words on a piece of paper, shoved them against his chest and bolted. 

5)  “It’s always been you.”

6) “We could never work out,” he said, talking all the reasons it would be a terrible idea because that would make the ‘I love you’ bursting in his mouth less frightening. “I’d only hurt you.”
She looked at him, utterly unimpressed. “Wow. You really need to work on your love confessions and grow the fuck up.” 

Circumstance (Part 9)

This took me all day and I’m not even that happy with it but I hope you guys like it. 

Tagging: @a-courtof-fangirls-and-fanfics @autumn03@rhysandpurred@crazybookladythings @readinggiraffe@devilsadvocate15 @marimarac@carolineherr15@musiccbeach @illyrian-wingspans @illyrianinterrasen@meowsekai @iwishitwasrocketscience@gavrielthelionn @throne–of-sass @2-bookmaster-2 @bluephoenix222 @daughterxofxnight @highladyofthedark @sugarcoated44 (let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts!)

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Emberlei waits by the open window as Cadewyn raises an eyebrow at her. Slowly, she is getting over her shock and regaining her confidence. And at this moment, even though she is dreadfully worried about her sister, Ember is also not above using the knowledge of their bond to her own devices. Which is why she holds her arms out for Cadewyn to pick her up.

He hesitates for a moment and Ember briefly wonders if he knows her secret - she wouldn’t put it past Brexton to tell Cadewyn about her flying abilities - but then he just shrugs and scoops her up. The sensation of his arms wrapped around her is almost too overwhelming for Ember. And she notices Cade’s hold tighten a bit around her too, pulling her closer to his chest.

He looks down at her with a slight smile on his face. Ember realizes that she is close enough to kiss him if she wanted to, the bond slightly pulling at her to just move that extra couple inches, but she doesn’t. She refuses to let the bond force her into loving a man she doesn’t even know, although she feels like she does after the last three weeks of living in his room.

“Let’s go,” She orders, back to her Crown Princess mode. As far as she can tell, Cade doesn’t know about the bond yet and until she has talked to Gusty, she isn’t going to bring it up.

Suddenly, they’re up in the air and Ember’s arms hurriedly snake around Cade’s neck. She would like to say that flying with Cade is no different than flying with Cassian or Brex. But that would be a horrendous lie.

She is desperately trying to ignore the urge to tug the the ends of his hair that tickles her fingers. Ember cannot deny that he is extremely attractive. The dark blue-black hair, defined jawline, firm chest that she is being pulled into at this very moment. And his eyes, well, she has been dreaming of his eyes for years now and still, seeing them in person makes her mind spin. The violet-blue makes Ember realize that this is real. It’s all real.

“You’re staring at me,” Cade accuses, not looking down at her as he flies over the city. 

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anonymous asked:

"Please talk to me." And/or "Will you marry me?" Fluffy angst maybe? Or whatever you wanna write :3

ALRIGHT ANON! I did both of them for a fun challenge lol. SO I hope this is enjoyable for you whoever you are out there!!! <3 I did my best to be angsty AND fluffy so I hope I hit the mark for you. Ao3 here!

Thanks for being patient :) Sorry my turn around isn’t that fast, but I do what I can haha. Hope you enjoy it! <3


Shepard lay on the ground of Therum in a cool patch of shade. Her hair spread beneath her pale freckled face like a wave of fire. With ankles crossed and long delicate fingers braided together on her stomach. Her breath left her lips in  hurried exhales ringing with a serene calmness with just a touch of stressed the fuck out. Pulling one hand from the others grip, she slid the glove from it one finger at a time. Once her hand was free she placed it on the ground beside her, spreading her fingers wide before picking up and dropping small pieces of red rubble. 

“Shepard I… didn’t mean to… I don’t know. I thought…” Garrus strode over to her slowly, his head tilted to the side slightly looking at the abandoned mine entrance. 

It was the same dig site they had found Liara in all those years ago. Shepard didn’t speak, she merely just grab small piles of sand from the ground, letting them slip between her fingers repeatedly. He took another step closer, testing the water so to say.

“Please talk to me, Jane.” Garrus’ voice was light and raspy. His subvocal’s flanging in a tone she learned was disappointment. 

“I don’t know what to say.” Shepard finally spoke after another long moment, her voice cracking midway as she clear her throat and pulled the corner of her lip into a suddenly dry mouth.

“How about, ‘Yes, Garrus. I’d love to marry you and spend the rest of my life getting you out of trouble.’?” Garrus’s purr was filled with confidence and ease as he took another step closer, wearing his version of a perfect smile. Watching as she pull from her core to sit up with arms wrapped around her knees.

“Garrus…” She shook her head looking down at her feet, using the tip of her foot to create a small hole in the space below it.

“Don’t you ‘Garrus’ me. Like you know what’s going to happen-” 

Standing quickly she closed the gap between them with urgency. Furrowing her brow, her face was screaming with anger but her eyes were screaming with fear. “You ‘don’t’… You have no idea what’s coming.” She pulled her hands to her hips as she sent a small pink tongue out before continuing. “I actually do know what’s out there, Garrus… I’ve known for a long time. And I think we both know I’m not…”

“Jane.” Garrus pulled her from her thoughts with a hand to her chin as he slid her face forward to his. “Come back to me.” 

After a deep sigh she began, her voice was almost defeated. “How can you even think about getting married right now, Garrus? With everything going on… It’s just… You have to know know that I’m not…” Shaking her head at her thoughts, it was hard for her to even say them out loud.

“That you’re not what, Shepard? Huh?” He asked pointedly, his undertones already revealing he knew her answer.

“That I’m not coming back from this. This is gonna be it for me, Garrus. This is my last stop. You can’t cheat death twice, you just can’t…” Narrowing her eyes she forced composure as she slid her hands to either side of his neck. “I don’t want to leave you with that. With nothing…”

If she was being honestly there was nothing more that she wanted than to spend the rest of her life as his bondmate. She was in love with him. Irrevocably, unconditionally, unfathomably in love with him. With the way his nose crinkled when he laughed, to the soft flanging his voice made when he said her name. Down to the way he held her late at night, or woke her from the nightmares of death and failure. Shepard loved every inch of that damn turian, through and through. But she wasn’t about to promise him a life she couldn’t give him. Not when she knew what was coming… She couldn’t give him everything and leave him all alone in the world with nothing.

Shepard didn’t like saying it… But she knew it was the truth. She knew that all their months of preparation and gathering forces came down to their next big fight… The last fight. That all of their endless hours building the Crucible, and preparing for the battle came down to this. It all came down to her… She was going to have to fight the Reapers and she could feel it in every molecule of her body that she wasn’t going to make it through this one.

“You won’t marry me because you think you’re going to die? Hell, Shepard. You might… I might. Everyone we know might die during this fight. The Reapers could win and we could all be decimated…”

“I know, that’s exactly my point.” Shaking her head lightly she held her mouth slightly open in mild confusion.

“And it’s also mine. Except I’m not scared of it. I’m not running away from the things I want because I’m worried I might to lose them. I don’t want to marry you because the galaxy is crumbling, Jane. I want to marry you because if I die in a few days, I want to know I died as your mate. I want to die knowing I had the love of my life by my side until the very end.” Garrus’ rasp ended sincerely as he gaze down into those large emerald eyes. 

He watched as they filled with a liquid he learned to be tears, sliding a hand to her cheek he removed it before it escaped over her ivory chin. “Why are you crying?” 

“Because… I’ve never… No ones ever said anything like that to me before. And well… truthfully you’re right. I’m scared.” Sliding her hand below her eyes she removed more evidence of her sensitivity. After a deep sigh she continued again. “I’m scared because I don’t want to die again. I don’t want to go back to the dark emptiness of… nothing. I don’t want to leave you here alone again…” 

Moving her eyes down she began thinking back to when the SR1 had been spaced. Back to when she had died… “Or if something happened to you and I had to just… go on without you… God, Garrus. I don’t know how you did it.” Shaking her head lightly side to side she looked back into his crystal eyes. 

“You’ll never be alone, Shepard. Never. We’re going to get out of this alive. You better believe that.” Garrus ran his fingers down the back of her hair as he finished.

Jane leaned into his chest as she pull him into a tight hug. Thinking about all of their time together these last three plus years… All of their long nights, and every near death mission. All of those soft kisses and warm hugs. Every little piece of them came flooding into her mind wrapping her in a tornado of emotions. Squeezing him tighter with each passing memory, she didn’t want to let him go. 

After several minutes of this, he broke the silence with a soft purr from above her. “Do you know why I wanted to ask you here?”

“Cause you like making me suffer?” Her voice was soft and light as she joked about the heat of the planet. She was trying for playful, only slightly able to cover their previous conversations weight.

“That is a bonus… But, no.” Sliding his three taloned hand to the back of her neck again, he rest it at the base of her skull as he rub his thumb across the side of her head affectionately. “That day we found Liara… when we were running up the tunnel, escaping the cave in… Which, if I remember correctly you caused-” Shepard scoffed as she rolled her eyes at him before allowing him to continue. “We got caught or something and we tumbled down that ramp in a pile. I landed right on top of you.” Garrus ended with an honest laugh as he recalled the memory with fondness pouring though his subvocal’s.

“How could I forget, you weigh a fucking ton.” Poking him with a finger lightly in the side, she returned his laugh with an affectionate smile. When she noticed the unimpressed look he held in his eyes, she nodded sweetly for him to continue, zipping her lips with pinched fingers and a closed mouth smile.

After a nostalgic sigh he narrowed his eyes at her once more, lowering his head closer. “That was the day I realized I was in love with you, Jane. That was the day I realized I’d follow you anywhere you asked me to.” His voice was strong, and he didn’t waver once, which was surprising since this was the first time he’d actually told her he loved her. 

“And I did… I followed you to Ilos. And with everything stacked against us we made it out of there. Then I followed you straight into hell again through the relay. And guess what, Shepard? We made it out.” 

After a momentary pause he swallowed and continued in his usual soft bewitching purr. “We made it past the geth and Saren. Past Sovereign and even death itself when it came for you… We’re going to make it through this too, Jane. We’re going to kick Harbingers ass straight back into dark space and we’re going to make it out alive. We’re going to spend the rest of our lives somewhere warm and tropical and I’m going to remind you everyday why I chose you… Marry me, Jane. Spend the rest of your life with me. Whether it’s tomorrow or in 70 years.”

Shepard closed her eyes tightly biting back the stinging her fresh tears brought. Slowly she opened them, sliding them to his as she begin nodding profusely. As her head move up and down faster and faster with each nod, her light pink lips curled into a wide smile. Pressing her mouth to his before speaking she kissed him deeply.

“Yes… Yes of course, Garrus. I… I’m sorry. I don’t know-” She kissed him over and over again, all around his face on every plate she could reach from her height. “-what I was thinking. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Of course I will.” Kissing him one final time before he grabbed a small piece of fur from his suit. 

As he unwrapped it slowly he reveal a small golden ban, atop was a flat circular stone. It was a dark blue, and almost looked like some kind of turquoise. “I needed help with this part… But Joker mentioned you used to have one like it. And something about these being the human tradition? Is it alr-” His worried awkward rambling was cut short by her lips as she kissed him again.

“It’s perfect.” Lifting her ungloved hand to his he placed small pecks on every finger before he slid the ban to its final resting place. Feeling that familiar sting behind her eyes she slid her arms around his cowl squeezing him tightly. 

Shepard may have been scared and stressed beyond imagination. Scared that the Reapers would win, scared that she might lose… But now nothing scared her more than the thought of dying before she had the chance to see this through. Nothing scared her more than dying without Garrus knowing that it was him. That it had always been him.

They had something special, something that the Reapers didn’t: Hope. Friendship. Love… Something to live for. 

fic: if we were the last, 1/2

Hardy/Miller; set about four months after the s3 finale.


Hardy leant back in his chair and rubbed at his eyes under his glasses. It had been a long day, mostly spent reviewing CCTV footage to do with their latest case, and it had led them exactly nowhere. Waste of time.

Miller had disappeared some time ago; where to, he wasn’t sure, but her coat was still hanging on the back of her chair so she couldn’t have gone far.

He stood up and stretched, then made his way to the kettle, filling it enough for two mugs.

“What are you doing?” Miller asked.

Hardy reached for the teabags and, without turning around, replied, “What’s it look like I’m doing?”

“Well, I don’t want one - I’m off for the night. Aren’t you coming?”

“Coming where?” he asked, baffled, as he turned and leant against the counter. His eyes widened as he took in her change of clothes. “What are you dressed like that for?”

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Caroline + the Mikaelsons have a game night.

I have no idea what this drabble even is, but it’s based on a game me and my friends are completely addicted to.

“Alright,” Caroline said, “so here’s how this works: I’ll pick a story, read the description to you and you have to guess what happened by asking me questions, but I can only reply with ‘yes’, ‘no’, or ‘it is not relevant’, got it?”

Rebekah rolled her eyes, “Yes, Caroline. We got it the first time, now can we please start playing?”

“Why so eager to get started, sister? Weren’t you completely opposed to game night just a few weeks ago?” Kol teased. “Perhaps you don’t want to be late to a certain date later?”

“Shut it, Kol!”

(they ignored Caroline snorting and saying “All of you were opposed to game night.”)

Klaus smirked, “What is this date I hear about?”

She rolled her eyes, “It’s none of your business. I thought we were here to play games, not to discuss my love life.”

Quickly seeing how this would become a non-ending fight, Caroline intervened when she saw that Kol was about to retort. “Rebekah’s right. We’re here to play so we’re going to do that, yeah? So here’s the story: Antony and Cleopatra are found dead on the floor, surrounded by broken glass. Go.

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wholove  asked:

omg I love this!! “Great, how are we supposed to get home now?” please!!!

i loved writing this one!!!

“Great, how are we supposed to get home now?” Liv looks unimpressed, hands on her hips. She surveys the damaged tire, hair in disarray, a mark from the car window on her face.

Aaron’s as irritated as she is. They’re close to home and they’ve spent five nights camping in close quarters, and he just wants to be in his bed with Robert, asleep.

“We have a spare tire, Liv,” Robert informs her calmly, looking far too put together for someone who just five minutes ago had been dead to the world. He’s popping the boot, going for the spare tire.

“I ain’t changing it,” Aaron says.

“Lucky I used to be a mechanic too, then,” Robert says with a grin. He drops the tire on the ground next to him, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

Aaron’s beginning to see the benefits of this disaster, ignoring the pointed look Liv gives him. She hovers over Robert’s left shoulder, and Aaron knows that’ll irritate him after a while. To his surprise, Robert looks up at her, eyebrows raised, and doesn’t protest when she asks to do the jack.

Robert’s attentive and shows her the best way to raise the car, soft smile on his face that Aaron only ever sees around her.

He grabs the tire iron himself, waves them out of the way and bends down to loosen the nuts.

“Thought you weren’t gonna help,” Robert says smugly, sharing a conspiratorial look with Liv.

Aaron snorts. “Couldn’t let Liv have all the fun, could I?”

There’s a vicious nut that won’t come loose, and he and Robert work together, Liv offering to jump on it if their combined efforts don’t work. Aaron grins at Robert’s snort, and feels the stress of the trip fall away as they work together to get their car back on the road.

my little family ;_;

Pizza Crush

Nathanael had known Chloe for years and has put up with her selfish & stubborn personality before and even if she started to change for the better over the course of a week.

This is getting ridiculous

“Chloe, our grades are depending on this project”

“I don’t understand why you won’t come with me to make a petition for a new menu” The tanned teen scoffed

“For goodness sake, it’s pizza, How in the world is it vile and disgusting ?!!?!”

Chloe released an aggravated screech as she fumed at the red head in front of her

“It’s messy and greasy, the chances of slathering on my brand new shirt is high and I don’t want to get another one”

“Chloe, you’ve worn that shirt countless times, it’s not classified as new”

“Stop changing the subject !!”

The two bickering students was assigned as partners for their economics project which is to make one (edible) pizza.
The two of course weren’t pleased with the partnership but when their teacher threatened them for cooperation they had no choice.

Nathanael took one more glare at Chloe before sending a brief glance at Marinette’s table.

The pretty little aspiring fashion designer was assigned to be Adrien’s partner and Marianette was nothing short but delighted.

A snort then snapped him out from his internal musing and he turned to the scowling Chloe.

“It’s pitiable that you could still stand that girl” Chloe said haughtily making Nathanael seethe

“Are you sure it isn’t jealousy talking?? Cause her and Adrien seem awfully chummy this days”

Chloe sent him a withering glare but a faint blush on her face was more than enough proof to prove his point.

Growling she made a move to chuck the can of tomato paste at his head when an idea formed in head

Sending her a smug smirk that was uncharacteristic of him (Chloe always brought out the feisty and sly side of him) he lent closer to her side of the table

“I bet you Adrien loves pizza” he whispered slowly

Chloe looked unimpressed

“Ha, was that you’re best jab” she laughed sarcastically

He placed his chin on his hand as he made himself comfortable on his seat

“Marinette is obviously gonna win him over with food, heaven knows how starved Adrien is becoming this days”

Chloe froze in her spot


“I didn’t peg you for the type that get outdone, Bourgeois” he slyly grinned and his trap was complete

In a matter of seconds Chloe whipped out the ingredients in the rack and was harshly kneading the dough.

Sending Nath an urgent look, she ushered him to start on the sauce.

“Hurry up!! We only have 40 minutes left”

Mentally congratulating himself for successfully manipulating Chloe (again) he set out to work.

40 minutes passed over their heads and after numerous attempts, the two managed to come up with an edible looking pizza

“I’m glad the crust didn’t turn into charcoal” Nathanael muttered quietly as he hauled the Pizza out of the oven, He took a knife and carefully cut it into 6 slices.

He sent a glance at Chloe’s direction but the blonde seemed dazed and out of it.

Setting down the plate he went over to his partner.

“We better start cleaning the dishes, The teacher wouldn’t want a messy workplace”

He explained sternly, already anticipating Chloe’s outraged yells of protest but she obediently stood up and took the dirty dishes of the table, and almost mechanically, she set out to lather them with soap.

Confused and slightly concerned for his classmate’s bizzare attitude he approached her slowly and with caution.

“Chloe??” He called out which made him receive a short glance from the blonde

“Is anything wrong??” He tried again

She ignored him

“Did you really don’t want to make it this much”

Chloe let out a snort.

She regarded him with one of her confident smirks and tipped her chin up.

“What, are you worried??” She laughed
He became red in the face and sent her a glare

“Whatever, I was just going to ask you if you want to deliver a slice to Agreste right now”

Chloe blinked at him slowly before shaking her head.

“Wait let me get a bite first” Chloe straightened up as she wiped the foam on a dish cloth

She slowly approached the table with measured steps and looked at the Pizza as if it could bite her at any moment.

Finally she reached the table and numbly reached for one cheesy slice.
Raising it up to eye level, she inspected it curiously for a good second before hesitantly taking a small bite.

Chewing slowly, her eyes lit up as she tasted the treat.
Taking another bite but this time bigger she chewed on it slowly, savoring the slice as her tanned cheeks soon dusted with a blush.
Finishing up the last bite, she quickly grabbed another even without Nathanael’s consent.

She ate the second one hurriedly and Nath saw tears well up in her eyes.

Unnerved by the blonde’s emotional response to her first pizza, he went to stand behind her.

“That good?? ” he asked curiously making the blue eyed teen jump slightly.

“Shut up” She hissed in defense as she quickly averted her face from his view, but it was too late because the aspiring artist caught sight of the big fat tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Chloe??” Nathanel asked, obviously surprised by her tears.

She ignored him as she took another large bite before proceeding to stuff her face with the slice.

On another day, Nathanael would have found it hilarious to see his ever so arrogant classmate make a slob of herself but right now he can’t find it in himself to make fun of her, not when Chloe let out a muffled sob after finishing her 2nd slice.

The tanned girl covered her face with her hands and turned away from their other classmates view, giving Nath a chance to see her tear stained face.

He horrifyingly found it incredibly adorable.

Sending her a concerned look, Nath approached Chloe again as she continued to sob quietly.

“Um” he began but he soon realized he had no idea to console a crying Chloe so he just stood awkwardly at her side as he waited for her to come down.

“-food” she uttered a small mumble,
Nath tilted his head.

“I beg your pardon” he repeated, half thinking that there is NO way, the ever so prideful Chloe would open up to him but she was just full of surprises today.

“It was her favorite food” Chloe started as she let go of her face making Nathanael weirdly uncomfortable at the sight of her teary face.

He still denies that he finds it the cutest thing he has ever seen.

“My mom,” she started shakily,

“She used to love it when me and daddy bring her a box” she said quietly

“Well before she decided to abandon us for another man” she added emotionlessly

Nathanael then decided it was becoming a little too personal and raised his hand.

“Why don’t you let Mayor Bourgeois try a slice?? I’m sure he would adore anything you make”

Chloe let out another snort and almost made an attempt to add another compliment to herself when she noticed the nervous twinge in the green-eyed artist’s eyes.

Quickly composing herself, she fixed her hair and blinked out the tears from her eyes, She looked as if she didn’t cry a bit (except from the slightly redness from her eyes)

Humming softly, she gave him one of her (really) rare genuine smiles and laughed

“Then I’ll take a slice for daddy and another for Adrien!!!” She warned before sending him a cheeky grin.

Depositing the 2 slices to a clear container, she skipped off but only after she sent Nathanael a soft thank you that is accompanied by a soft and genuine smile.

She turned her head and waved over to where Adrien was, not knowing the damage she caused to Nathanael’s head.

He refuses to find her smiles and teary eyes better than any Muse out there.
And that maybe (just maybe) he started having a crush on her after that.


Decided for a fluff one this time,
When I read Chloe dislikes Pizza, I immediately thought of Nath giving her a slice 😀😀😀😀.

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CS + Killian getting stuck in handcuffs! :DD

Gonna make this one a part 2 of the killian driving prompt!

“Are these really necessary, love?” 

Killian tried to reason with his lady love… who was having none of it.

“If it’s inconveniencing you, then yeah it is.” she huffed, sitting him down on a steel chair in the station.

His hands were behind his back and cuffed. He’d been trying to gradually work his way out of them, but apparently, living with the sheriff meant she knew all his tricks and had somehow managed to get the cuffs worked around him and unable to slip off. 

“Darling, you don’t mean that.”

“You and your stupid antics pulled me from my lunch date with Henry. I should have a stomach full of coffee and lasagna right now, but instead i’ve had to haul your reckless ass in, along with my idiot dad, too.” Emma raged, turning her unimpressed glare to David… who was standing on the other side of the station looking shameful.

“Hey- he had me hostage. It’s not my fault your boyfriend went all ‘possessed boy racer’.” he tried to reason.

“No, you were the one who thought it would be a good idea to teach him how to drive in the first place.” she bit back. 

“Erm… Swan?”


“Not to anger you further, love… but I think there’s a bit of a problem with these cuffs.”

Emma walked around him to find he’d made a complete tangle of his brace, hook, wrist and the handcuffs.

She sighed before walking to stand in front of him.

“It’s your own fault for trying to get loose. You got yourself in that mess, you can get yourself out of it. I’m now going to go have my lunch.”

Both men watched her pause at the doorway.

“Oh, maybe you can ask my dad to help you, seeing as how he’s accompanying you in your little crime spree’s lately.”

Silence fell over the station as both men looked at each other.

“How long do you think before she forgives us?”

“Half a day for you i’m sure, mate. Best part of a week for me if i’m lucky.”

Kissing Rock: Then and Now (Together Ch 5)

**Sorry y’all I don’t write smut so this takes place right after Emison has sex at the kissing rock in 7x18, but I think you’ll enjoy it anyway…

“I can’t believe you did all this.” Emily finally breaks the comfortable silence they had been resting in for the past few minutes, both trying to catch their breath. Emily was resting her head on Alison’s bare chest, lazily drawing patterns across the blonde’s stomach, smiling softly each time she remembers her baby is slowly growing right below. It still felt so surreal knowing the girl she’s loved all her life is carrying her baby, and that they are finally together in a meaningful way. It felt like a dream that she would’ve once thought impossible.

Alison had her right hand tangled in the brunette’s hair, gently massaging her scalp. She used her other hand to bring a candle closer to them, so she could see the faint glow over her girl’s features. “I figured I owed you for standing you up last time.”

Emily has a mental flashback to the last time she was at this place. Alison had secretly contacted her asking her to meet her here, at their spot, because she wanted to come home. Emily waited for hours, the thought of seeing the girl she loved so much, even after all this time alive, kept her going. However, Alison never showed up, breaking Emily’s heart in the process. When she finally decided to give up, she thought that would be the last time she’d ever be here. “That feels like a lifetime ago.”

“Do you remember the first time we were here?” Alison inquired, a bright smile taking over her face.

Emily shifted her position so they could look each other in the eyes, “How could I forget.”


“So this is the kissing rock?” A 14 year old Emily stated rather unimpressed.

“I know, it’s not as glamorous as it sounds is it.” Alison took a seat a top the rock, motioning for the other girl to do the same.

“Why did you bring me here?” Emily finds it hard to look the blonde in the eyes, her nerves getting the best of her.

Alison leaned forward, a flirtatious grin forming after a quick lick of the lips. If Emily hadn’t been staring do intently at them she wouldn’t have noticed. “Why do you think I did?”

A blush rises over Emily’s cheeks, and suddenly she feels like she can’t speak. “I uh..I don’t know..”

“Em, relax.” The blonde cuts off the stammering brunette, saving her from any further embarrassment, “Have you ever hear the phrase curiosity killed the cat?”

Emily looks at her incredulously, “Of course.”

“Well most people don’t know there’s a second part to it,” Alison leans in again, featuring that signature smirk,  “‘but satisfaction brought it back’”

Emily knits her brow in confusion, “So you’ve been here before?” she implies. She can’t help the pange of jealousy that begins to burn under the surface.

Alison pulls back, swinging her body in a blasé fashion, “A few times, nothing noteworthy though.” She turns her attention back to the other girl, “I thought we could change that.” She adds in a wink, that gets a visible rise out of Emily.

“What did you have in mind?” Her voice was quiet and breathy. She wasn’t quite sure she was prepared for whatever Alison was doing.

Alison leaned over and grabbed a can of spray paint from her bag. She looks at Emily with a devilish grin, and Emily just looks at her confused. Alison goes to spray paint their initials on the rock below them. EF+AD. She stops a moment staring at it sideways cause it’s not quite enough. She smirks when the idea comes to mind. She turns to the brunette who is standing behind her watching, “Em, a little help.”

Emily slowly bends down to rest on her knees next to the blonde.Alison grabs Emily’s hand giving her the can, but she then puts her hand over Emily’s helping guide her to spray a heart around the letters. Once the heart is completed, Alison retracts her hand, and sits back to admire their work, “There perfect.”

Before Emily can respond, her phone goes off, it’s her mom calling. She quickly excuses herself, taking a moment to answer the call. Alison watches Emily from her perch on top of the rock. The brunette is pacing back and forth about 5 yards away. She can tell she looks distressed, she usually is when it comes to her mom Alison notices.

A few minutes later Emily makes her way back over to Alison, “I have to go, my mom needs me home.” She looks visibly upset.

As the brunette turns to leave, Alison grabs her arm, “wait you can’t leave yet-”

Emily, afraid she’ll be in trouble if she’s late, she already lied about where she was, she couldn’t exactly tell her she was at “the kissing rock’ let alone there with a girl, tries to break free from Alison’s grasp “My mom is waiting…”

Alison cuts her off with a short kiss on the lips, “you can’t leave the kissing rock without partaking in the activity, you’ll disrespect the spirits”

Emily takes a quick moment to memorize the mysterious look in Alison’s eye, before promptly turning around and running home, leaving a saddened blonde who was biting her lip behind.


“That was the first time you kissed me.” Emily laughed softly, remembering the moment like it was yesterday. Up until that day, anytime the two shared a kiss, it was always Emily that initiated it. This kiss was definitely in the top ranking of their kisses in Emily’s mind, because of its significance.

“I wanted this to be our place.” Alison motioned to the rock beside them, their initials still visible even after all these years, “And not just so I’d have an excuse to kiss you, although that was a nice bonus.” Emily smirked at this, she never knew Alison thought about that kind of stuff, “But I wanted us to have a place where we could both be our truest selves, even if neither of us knew exactly who we were at the time. I just knew I felt different around you, like I didn’t have to put on a show. I wanted us to have a safe place that would be special for us.” She felt Emily grab her hand under the cover and intertwine their fingers.

Alison took that as a silent gesture to continue, even if she didn’t exactly know where she was going with this ‘confession’, “I’m sorry I led you on so much. Repeatedly bringing you here, sharing those intimate moments, knowing exactly what I was doing, but not paying any mind because I just wanted to feel something I actively denied myself for so long. I never thought about what those actions must’ve been doing to you. I was selfish.”

“I understand.” Emily gently pushed the hair that had fallen into the blonde’s face behind her ear, her fingers lingering on her cheek, “Everyone’s journey is different. I’m just glad you seem to be more comfortable with yourself now, and happier.” She decides to leave it be, she knows how much Alison has changed, she proves it to her more and more every day, and Emily is tired of living in the past, she just wants to be here in the moment with the love of her life, and to look to the future which will provide a baby, and perhaps more. She just wants to solely be with Alison, because their past has kept them apart for far too long.

Alison takes hold of her girlfriend’s hand that was still on her face, she places a kiss on the palm before turning her attention back to the brown eyes staring lovingly at her, “You make me happy Em. So damn much. I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy. I never felt I deserved to be.” She shys away from eye contact at the last part. She didn’t want to start crying.

“Hey,” Emily forces Alison to stop hiding, and look at her, “of course you do.”

The smile that erupts on the blonde’s face is strong enough to make Emily mirror the expression, “I love you Emily.”

“I love you too.” She leans in to kiss her girlfriend. Another thing that felt like a dream, referring to Alison as her girlfriend.

They spend the next few minutes getting caught up in each other. Lazy kisses pressed over soft skin, passionate, longing ones on lips, hands tracing each and every curve. Every touch leading up to round two, until Emily breaks their kiss to ask, “So did you ever think we’d end up doing it here?”

Alison laughs, scrunching her face a bit, “Well..”

Emily quickly extends her arms so she’s no longer laying on top of the other girl, “Oh my god, you totally have!” She starts laughing, “This is like some kind of fantasy sex isn’t it?,” teasing.

“Shut up, like you haven’t thought of it.” Alison defends, her signature smirk appearing.

Emily hums like she’s pretending to think, “No I can’t say I have,” she motions around them, “the middle of the woods, really?”

Alison laughs, and uses the pillow behind her to gently strike Emily across the chest, “Not the woods, the kissing rock.” She decides to filp the script, if Emily wants to tease her, she will have to fight back, “Gotta give the spirits a good show.” She wags her eyebrows suggestively, earning a look of disgust from her girlfriend.

Emily fully turns over now, pulling the blanket tight to her chest, “Nope, nope, now you made it weird.”

Alison giggles at Emily’s reaction, “Oh what, I didn’t hear you complaining thirty minutes ago.” She sits up to place a kiss on the brunette’s shoulder. She snakes her arms around her, encompassing Emily in a tight embrace.

Emily turns her head to look at the blonde, halfheartedly trying to squirm free of her arms, “That was before you brought the spirits into it.”

Alison continues to pepper kisses all over Emily’s shoulder, neck, cheek, letting out a soft, “Em, you’re being ridiculous,” before going in for a kiss on the lips.

Alison pulls away slowly, antagonizinly slow, Emily, eyes still closed, give in, “I know, but as much as I don’t want to leave, we probably shouldn’t spend the night in the woods. It can’t be safe.” She turns to more fully face Alison, wrapping her arms around her.

“It’s not like our house is any safer.” Alison points out.

Emily inquires, a big smile on her face, “Our house?”

“Emily you live there,” Alison’s face has a look that screams ‘duh,’ “it’s been our house for a long time now.”

Emily’s grin widens, “I just like hearing you say it.” Her hand comes up to cup Alison’s cheek, she leans in to place a tender kiss on the blonde’s lips, “We could go to my mom’s house, she’s still out of town visiting my grandparents.”

“Ooh can we have sex in your twin bed?” Alison teases.

Emily jabs back, “Is that another fantasy of yours?”

Alison sternly tilts her head, “Don’t even try to deny that you haven’t thought about it.” They both laugh, and the look on Emily’s face proves Alison right.

“We might as well go home. We just have to accept that AD will probably find us no matter where we go.” Their laughter dies out at the mention of AD, the air around them suddenly too cold. The shift in atmosphere is too dark for Emily, she decides to bring back the flirty tone of before by quickly leaning in to sultrily whisper in Alison’s ear, “Raincheck on my bed though,” throwing in a wink after. Alison laughs, nodding in the affirmative, before pulling her girlfriend in and getting lost in her lips.

Dauntless: Jealous Much?

Eric x OC

Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut

A/N: I couldn’t help myself, I had to write a chapter about Eric being jealous over Camille. This has nothing to do with the main fic I’ve actually been finished with it for a while, which is why I couldn’t fit this chapter in anywhere without changing like ten different updates to accommodate. So, this has nothing to do with the main storyline, this is just a side chapter to make me (and a anon) get our jealous fix in. I really like writing about this series, so I couldn’t help but add another chapter, I feel like it ended too early for me and my writer flow. Enjoy!

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this is a heartwarming story about clarke nurturing bellamy’s fledgling bisexuality with superhero movies

It starts with Wonder Woman.

Or, maybe more accurately, Bellamy becomes aware of it with Wonder Woman, but in retrospect, it had definitely been happening for a while. He just hadn’t been paying attention, because why would he pay attention? He didn’t think there was anything to pay attention to.

But then he and Clarke go to see the midnight showing of Wonder Woman, because school is done and they’re on summer sleep schedules, so they can, and after Bellamy says, “I didn’t expect to come out of that movie so attracted to Chris Pine.”

Clarke gives him a fairly unimpressed look. “That’s your takeaway from Wonder Woman? You didn’t expect to be so attracted to Chris Pine?”

“Hey, give me some credit,” he says. “I knew exactly how attracted I was going to be to Gal Gadot.”

“You did not. None of us were prepared for that level of hotness.”

“Okay, yeah, fine. But you know what I mean. You go into Wonder Woman and expect to come out really into Wonder Woman. But I wasn’t thinking about her love interest much.”

“Yeah, way to be the ultimate dude, Bellamy,” she teases. “You go to see the first major superhero film with a female star and all you want to talk about is the guy.”

“What about men’s rights?” he teases. “But you know none of those guys are secure enough in their heterosexuality to say they’re attracted to Chris Pine.”

“But you are.”

“He was looking really good. And I think the female perspective helped. Like–superhero guy I was actually supposed to be attracted to.”

“Are you saying you’re not attracted to Captain America?”

“Not really my type, no.” He grins at her. “Okay, I’m done. Sorry. Let’s talk about how Diana is fucking amazing, right? And the Amazons? Dude corner over.”

Clarke slides her arm into his, smiling. “You know I’m always here to enable your budding bicuriosity,” she says. “But yeah, I definitely want to talk Diana. We’ll do Chris Pine later.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he says, and she just grins wider.

fic: bring back the baby shoes

title: bring back the baby shoes
characters: Uchiha family, vaguely implied genin!SasuSaku
word count: 6,170
summary: Mikoto is going to be a mother. For the third time. A nonmassacre AU
author’s notes: *collapses into the dust* I don’t quite know what got into me with this one, but it took forever. And it kept growing.

It is only when everything she tastes suddenly turns unbearably sour that Mikoto recognizes that the nausea and dizziness she has suffered over the last few days, previously attributed to a burgeoning cold, might very well be something else entirely.

Mikoto experiences no panic at this realization—instead, she is annoyed. She has experienced the signs twice before; she should have considered the possibility that she is pregnant earlier.

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I Think They Like You (Part 3)

Part 1, and part 2.

Word Count: 3609 words

Warnings: none

Author’s note: here we go. the long awaited part 3. hope the smut makes it worth the wait. don’t forget, feedback is always welcome. enjoy xxx

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