like she's just quitely entertaining herself

Have This

Sometimes, the heart demands feel-good smut with feelings (Probably the sweetest stuff I’ve written in a while). I just need for them to have some tender moments, okay? ;). Takes place post-4x05 

Also on AO3 [Part 3 of the Appropriation Series with @bellohmyblake

Clarke isn’t sure the dust will ever settle for life on the ground. The piercing scent of burning rubble hangs thick in the air as the orange glow finally begins to fade, swallowed up by the blackness of night.

After hours of treating inhalation injuries and burns, the stream of patients has finally trickled down to a halt. The makeshift med-bay is completely full of recovering patients, but by some miracle, none of them are in critical condition.

Harper gives Clarke a tired smile as she makes her way over. “I think we’ve got this covered, Clarke, if you need to go take care of other things.”

Clarke squeezes her shoulder with a grateful nod, “Thank you, Harper.”

She takes one more glance around and spots Bellamy on the far side of the room, speaking in hushed tones with Miller. As if he can sense her gaze on him, he meets her eyes with a barely perceptible nod. She fights the urge to squirm under a stare so intense it feels like it’s physically holding her in place.

With one look, she’s transported back to the quarry. She swallows back a bolt of nausea at the vivid memory of the wind being knocked out of her as the bag was pulled off Bellamy’s head. She reminds herself that he’s safe. He’s here. He’s still with her. He wraps up his conversation with Miller and makes his way back to her with slow, steady strides that contrast the erratic rhythm of her heart, not once taking his eyes off her.

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efflorescence // peter parker au

summary : efflorescence, v. ; reach an optimum state of development; blossom. much like your feelings for a certain brown eyed, kind hearted gryffindor that goes by the name of peter benjamin parker. 

author’s note : this can be read as a standalone like it’s pretty self explanatory but i’ll always have all the parts linked and if you want to be tagged in any future parts of this series let me know okay thanks babes :)

 part one 

  A gleaming, golden prefect sat upon the pocket of your primly pressed, uniform shirt as you did your best to retain the information that the renowned author Newt Scamander had so time-consumingly written down in the hopes of creating this textbook. However, this was particularly challenging today. There was no hope in furthering your studies any longer, you simply couldn’t concentrate due to Michelle Jones’ incessant, blatant staring at you as you thumbed through the green book distractedly. With a sharp look toward her, you slammed your book down on the table in the library, earning yourself a glare from Madam Pince. “What, Michelle?” 

   The Ravenclaw girl shrugged, opening her own book and pretending to be disinterested in your vexation that was aimed so carefully at her. She knew fully well that you could scarcely concentrate when someone was looking at you, so naturally she used it to her advantage most of the time. “Nothing, nothing,” she waved you off, looking at her Defense Against the Dark Arts essay once again. “Well actually…” she playfully grins, sliding her essay out of her way as she places her hands upon the desk. “A little owl told me that you did Amortentia in Potions yesterday and you neglected to tell me such a thing. I can only assume it’s because you fancy me, and if not, you’re incorrect. But, even if you don’t, it must be someone we’re friends or else you would’ve gushed about it to me immediately.” Sometimes, her intuitiveness really got on your nerves. 

   You stare at her wearily, looking between your book and her smirking face. “It’s you, MJ, you caught me,” you deadpan with a roll of your eyes, taking out a quill and beginning to outline your notes in the margin of Newt’s book. She yanks the quill out of your hand after a full moment of silence, placing it under her seat so that you can’t snag it back without having to leave your chair, which you knew Madam Pince would go on about because you’d be causing a disturbance.

   “First of all, don’t write in the book,” she says. “Second of all, it’s not me. It’s someone else…” Michelle trails off, scanning the room for potential victims. Her eyes land on Flash and she lights up. “Oooh, is it Flash?” Her grin is almost scary. She eyes the other Ravenclaw intently. “Peter is not gonna like that,” she mumbles under her breath, her eyes still crinkled at the corners. You furrow your brow. 

   “What does Peter have to do with anything?” You inquire, your voice hitching nervously as you say his name. Michelle alertly straightens her back, her head tilted owlishly at you. “I- I- I mean, like, we weren’t talking about him or- or anything so… you know, sort of a quite random topic of conversation, yeah?” You smile at her, though it’s probably the least convincing thing you’ve ever done. Michelle lets herself smirk again, which is a change from her usual impassive expression that she wore quite often, and you know that she knows exactly what you’re thinking before you can even stop thinking it. 

   One day, she was going to make a perfectly skilled Legilimens. 

   “What’re you looking at me that way for?”

   She shrugs, looking thoroughly entertained. “Oh, well, it’s just that you’re blushing more than Professor Longbottom when his wife visits him in the middle of a lesson, which as we both know, is a lot. And, also, it all started when I mentioned Peter. A bit interesting.” Michelle rests her chin atop her hand, her elbow perched on the table, her unwavering gaze actually slightly threatening. “So, was it Peter?” She prompts impatiently. 

    You run a hand through your hair, looking around the room to ensure neither Peter, nor his self proclaimed partner in crime Ned, were standing by waiting for you to spill your secrets. Then, you lean forward, saying in a quiet and agitated huff, “All right Michelle, fine, I’ll tell you. It- it was Peter, okay? It was him in the Amortentia. Now just leave me alone about it, okay?” You gather your things hurriedly and pack them into your bag, leaving a dumbfounded Michelle sitting at the table in the library by lonesome, as she used to prefer. You practically fly out of the library, the quill sitting underneath Michelle’s chair abandoned as you make your way back to your common room. Michelle pinches the bridge of her nose. You and Peter were absolutely exasperating sometimes. 

    You were extremely distraught about having smelled things that you associated with your best friend in that potion. The internal conflict was enough to make you never want to see him again, although that could never possibly work. He was your best friend, always would be, no matter what. But still. It was the scent of his uncle’s old cologne, and it was so distinctly Peter that it couldn’t be anyone else. No one else had a scent that nice, that made you feel as safe as Peter did when he hugged you in that reassuring, comforting, soft Peter way. There was no trying to hide it, it was impossible to even come with a different explanation or a lie for what you had smelled there. Not to mention the bloody apple pie. May’s recipe of course. Because the world was just that bloody kind to you. 

   Your internal rant was halted when Peter suddenly came out of nowhere, the sleeve of your robe clutched in his hand as he pulls you into a deserted corridor. “Peter, what the bloody fuck was that for? I almost jammed my wand into your eye,” you exclaim, waving your wand in his face for emphasis as the boy glances around to make sure you’re alone. You ignore the pounding of your heart, loud enough that you hear it in your ears. 

   “Sorry,” he says, face flushed presumably from the uncharacteristic athleticism he’s just performed. “Had to. You’re avoiding me. Have been since yesterday, and I know you think I haven’t noticed, but well, I have. You’re my best friend, ‘course I noticed. So, have at it. Tell me what I’ve done wrong and I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” He’s panting slightly, his nose turning pink with each word he says, but he’s so sincere when he says that he promises to make it up to you that you can’t help but engulf him in a hug, and the both of you breathe in that comforting scent that you found in the Amortentia less than twenty four hours ago. The scent that you’ve been thinking about unceasingly since you dashed out of Potions, lying in your four poster bed staring up at the sunflower yellow canopy still thinking about it, and him. The scent that he’s been wishing for for years now, despite not acknowledging it. 

    “You’re fine, Peter,” you mumble, your fingers curling against his robes. “Promise. I’ve just been stressed, s’all. That’s it. I just needed some time by myself. To- to study and whatnot. Michelle helped me put things in perspective.” That wasn’t exactly a lie. She did, in her own odd way. “I’m good now.” 

   Peter let out a sigh of relief, arms around you tightly with no sign letting go in sight. “Okay, good, thought I was losing you there for a sec.” He laughs nervously into your shoulder, then continues, “Anyways, um, how about some alone time, but with me? So you’re alone, but I’m there too. Makes being alone ten times better.” 

    You pull back first, smiling at him. “Well, then I’m not really alone.” 

    “Yeah, ‘cause who wants to be alone when they can be with me?” His lips quirk a bit in his boyish way and you link your arm though his, not seeing the way his eyes lit up as you did. You couldn’t counter his argument with a witty saying of your own, so you just walked silently alongside him, contemplating if maybe he wanted to be with you, too. 

  Spoiler alert: it’s the only thing in the world that he wants, besides maybe not being the next chosen one and having his Uncle Ben back in his and May’s life. He understands that two of those things can’t possibly happen, so he holds out for the day when you want to be with him, too. Which is today, here and now naturally, but it wouldn’t be much of a story if the two of you realized such a thing already. 

    You’re sitting with him by the Black Lake, staring up at the clouds with your robes billowing in the breeze. His tie is undone, his hair windswept again, as it always seems to be. He’s always in a rush to get somewhere. When he’s with you, though, he takes his time. Like there’s nothing else he’d rather be doing and nowhere else he’d rather be. So you sit with him quietly, conversing back and forth about the inevitability of the future. 

    “So, magizoologist, huh? Wouldn’t have expected it,” he says to you, lying down on the grass as he peers up at a cloud passing by that looks a bit like a dragon. 

   You lie down next to him, staring up at the same cloud. “Yeah, well, I like animals and I was inspired by Newt Scamander.” 

    Peter turns his head so you can see him roll his eyes, a jealous heat settling on his neck. “By what? His dreamy eyes and his hair? I’ve got hair, too.” He rolls his eyes again, and you lean over to pinch his elbow. 

    “You don’t have eyes then? Didn’t notice,” you tease. You’ve noticed his eyes before, often enough. It was hard not to. “He was a brilliant man, Peter. His book is quite insightful as well. He was an absolute darling, anyway. Have you seen his pictures. Adorable.” 

    The strangely jealous boy beside you scoffs, unaware that he had your heart already and no one else would ever take that from you. “Whatever. Bloody prat, if you ask me. Full of himself, probably. And he’s like two hundred and something by now.”

    “He was not full of himself,” you argue. “Plus, age is but a number.” Peter folds his arms across his chest, giving you another scowl. “You’re awfully worked about this. I’m only joking, Pete. I think the subject is intriguing and animals work well with me, ‘specially unicorns. Hagrid takes me into the forest sometimes ‘cause apparently they work really well with me. It’s not just ‘cause of a pretty boy that lived a hundred years ago whose grandson is going to start school with us in, like, three years. You’re being ridiculous.” 

    “Sorry, sorry. You’d be great at it, Y/N, you know that. You’re, you know, perfect at everything you do or something like that,” he mutters, clearing his throat just then. “I just mean, like, if you talk about him like that, it might make people that fancy you think you don’t return the feelings, and I wouldn’t want that to happen to you because you deserve a nice boyfriend or girlfriend who’ll, you know, treat you right. Like you’re a queen and all that. I don’t want you to miss out on any opportunities. That’s it.” Which is the way I’d treat you, but whatever. Don’t mind me.  

  Your eyes scan his face with confusion before you ask, casually as if you’re not internally freaking out about this, “D’you- do you maybe know anyone that fancies me? If you do, you should tell me.” If it’s you, please tell me, so I know I’m not alone

   “Um, nope,” he clears his throat again. “No one comes to mind.” His voice squeaks, and he hopes you don’t notice. “You know anyone who fancies me?” 

   “No, no one comes to mind,” you echo, looking away from him. He stands up, suddenly feeling very embarrassed and anxious, checking his watch. “Class time yet?” You ask.  

   He nods solemnly, holding out a hand for you to take so he can pull you up from the grass. You take it but neither of you let go. You hold hands all the way to your Care of Magical Creatures lesson by Hagrid’s hut, which isn’t a particularly long walk, but your cheeks are still aflame when Peter retreats back toward the castle for Ancient Runes. Your dreamy sigh as you watch him leave doesn’t go unnoticed by Michelle or Ned, but they both leave you be about it, because if there’s anything those two know for sure, it’s that you and Peter will find your way to each other eventually, however long it takes. 

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anonymous asked:

I'm having visions now of Scorpius sneaking up to a sleeping Albus and placing Harry's spare glasses on him. (Oh, and James gave him a dare to paint a lightning scar on Albus's forehead, so he's got some red paint as well. That'll teach Albus to criticise his singing in the shower.)

This is the sort of ask I’m here for. Thanks anon. And may I present to you the following idea in return:

Scorpius visits the Potters’ house to sleep over one night, and he and Albus are camping out in the lounge because there isn’t space in Albus’s room for both of them (it’s not messy, but it’s small and half of it is taken up with an elaborate potions experiment that Scorpius would never even dare to suggest that they try and move—it’s very important to Albus). At some point in the evening Lily invites herself to join the sleepover (she’s bored, they’re entertaining, they have sweets, plus she knows Scorpius will braid her hair, which she quite likes), and she is quickly followed by James, who hates to feel like he’s missing out on anything.

At some point Albus falls asleep. He’s been up since dawn stressing about making sure everything is perfect Scorpius’s arrival, and he’s the sort of person who can sleep anywhere, so he just passes out on the floor.

Scorpius is the first to notice, and he doesn’t say anything because he’s too busy thinking about how beautiful Albus is when he’s sleeping—he just looks so peaceful and calm, like his cares have all melted away. But then Lily notices, and she judges James, who comes up with the brilliant plan to steal Harry’s spare glasses and draw the lightning bolt on him.

Scorpius is reluctant at first, because he knows how much Albus hates looking like his dad, but James convinces him it would be a good scientific experiment. “He never wears glasses, Scorpius. We have no idea how much like he Dad he actually looks. Don’t you want to find out?” And in truth, Scorpius sort of does want to find out, and Albus would never agree to it if he were awake, so this is their only chance.

James steals the glasses, Scorpius draws the scar on, because they decide that if Albus wakes up halfway through he’s the least likely person to get yelled at or kicked. Lily slips the glasses on Albus’s face when Scorpius is done, and then there he is. A tiny version of Harry. Sixteen years old and sleeping. With the scar and glasses and green eyes and messy hair. Looking far less world-weary and worried than sixteen year old Harry looked. And if Scorpius wasn’t in love with Albus already then he falls head over heels right there and then, because the sight is just so beautiful and peaceful. He beams and reaches out to smooth Albus’s sticking up hair and reflects on how lucky he is to have Harry Potter’s son for a best friend.

Then James makes the mistake of taking a photo, and the flash goes off and wakes Albus up, and then they’re all in deep trouble. James runs away screaming, Lily vanishes giggling to her room and pretends to be asleep like the little angel she clearly is, and Scorpius is left to calm down a very irritable Albus. It’s not hard to convince Albus that it was all James’s fault though, and Albus is sleepy enough that he promises to kill James in the morning instead of immediately, and once he’s wiped the scar off he curls up against Scorpius’s side and closes his eyes to drift off again.

“You did suit the glasses though,” Scorpius murmurs.

Albus grumbles and elbows him in the ribs.

“You suit everything,” Scorpius says, hoping Albus will hear but also desperately hoping he won’t.

Albus opens one eye and looks up at him, then he closes it again, and Scorpius doesn’t know if it’s wishful thinking, but he reckons Albus’s cheeks have gone a bit pink and he’s trying to hide a smile.

“You do,” Scorpius says, putting an arm round him and hugging him in close. “I promise. But I think I like you best when you’re just yourself. The scar was a bit weird.”

Albus makes an affirmative little noise and burrows closer to Scorpius, hugging him round the middle.

anonymous asked:

I challenge you to a drabble of a Reylo lovechild asking mommy and daddy how they met please and thanks

And so Coupdedoop discovered then, that she had no idea how to write a three year old. For she herself, has hardly ever interacted with one. Hope you like this Nonny! It was done pretty quickly but almost too quickly… so I’m hoping it’s alright!

“And so, Cinderella and the Prince were married, and lived happily ever after. The, End.“

“Mama! Read it again!” Rey smiled and hugged the small bouncing child tight.

“Padmé that’s the second time we’ve read you that story! How about you pick another?”

Padmé pouted and shook her head, dark curls bouncing into a mess that Rey would have to brush out before Padmé fell asleep.

“But Mama, it’s my best! I want my princess story!”

Kylo laughed from behind the two-leaning in the doorway.

“Then how about a story about your mother?” Padmé stared at her mother with wide hazel eyes-mouth hanging open in shock.

“Mama? Mama’s a princess?”

Rey rolled her eyes and smirked at Kylo.

“No. Mamas not a princess, my lovely.”

“You’re absolutely right!” Kylo strode over to the bed, sitting down at the end, trying not to take up too much space on the child’s bed. “She’s a queen now. After all, she married a prince didn’t she?”

Rey snorted, giggling slightly at Kylo’s corny expression.

“Prince! Oh, that’s funny.”

Padmé lightly tugged on Rey’s shirt, demanding her full attention.

“Mama! Mama?”

Rey smiled lovingly at her daughter.

“Yes, dearest?”

“How did you and Papa meet?”

Rey raised a brow, and smirked, turning over to look at her husband, who twiddled his thumbs innocently.

“Ask Papa.”

Kylo shot a put-off look at Rey, and sighed, putting on an exaggerated dreamy smile and reaching over to push hair from Rey’s face.

“You see, Padmé, it was fate. I had been having dreams about Mama for a very long time before we met. I knew that we were meant to be together. So one day, Papa went to go find his lovely princess.”

Rey rolled her eyes, sitting back with Padmé who eagerly sat at attention, drinking in her father’s every word.

“I searched high and low for her, but to no avail.”

Padmé wilted slightly, lip trembling.


She instantly brightened up, eager once again and shaking with excitement. Rey couldn’t hold back her grin, watching Padmé bounce with joy.

“I found her. On a beautiful green planet by a large stone castle.”

Padmé gasped and looked at Rey in shock.

“Mama IS a princess!”

Rey shook her head.

“It was Maz’s castle, sweetie. Mama’s not a princess.”

Padmé didn’t seem at all discouraged by this however. In fact she seemed to ignore it in its entirety in favour of believing her mother was true royalty.

“Papa! What happened next?” She demanded, reaching out for her father.

Kylo instantly reached back, taking Padmé into his arms and holding her up above him as he flopped back onto the bed.

“One of Papa’s soldiers told Papa where the princess was, and I went to go find her in the forest. Silly thing was running away, can you believe that, pumpkin?”

Padmé giggled and waved her arms about, enjoying the airtime her father provided.

“Mama ran away? Like Cinderella!”

“Yes! Just like Cinderella!”

Rey groaned, crawling down the bed a bit to sit beside her husband, who looked up at her with a ridiculous grin.

Rey didn’t really have the heart to tell Padmé that she was running from a warlord. Not a prince. That would be a story for another day.

“Finally, I caught up to the princess, and do you know what she did?”

Padmé shook her head, but was clearly enraptured and desperate to find out.

“What? What did Mama do?”

“She shot at me!”

Padmé’s face dropped, and she turned to glare at Rey.


Rey froze, not at all expecting the story to take this turn.

“Oh- uh-”

“Papa was forced to defend himself! And fight his precious princess!” Kylo moaned on, in an over the top voice designed to entertain.

“Mama, why?! Papa must have been so sad!” Kylo sat up, placing Padmé into his lap and nodding solemnly. Expression grave as stone he was about to be buried under should he not shut the hell up.

“I was very sad Padmé. And it didn’t stop there!”

“If papa wants to live it probably should.” Rey hissed.

Padmé shot a dark look at Rey- looking far too much like a younger version of herself.

“Mama should apologise to Papa!”

Rey stared at Padmé, quiet as a mouse. She couldn’t quite comprehend what just happened. Truly she didn’t expect this story to take such a turn. She glared at Kylo.

“I’m sorry Papa.”

Kylo bit back a grin, and nodded.

“Thank you Mama, I appreciate that.” He leaned in to give Rey a kiss, and she turned, lips to his ear.

“You’re the one who will be sorry later.”


So I made these characters because I was so inspired by @eliana55226838, @thelostmoongazer, @the-vampire-inside-me art pieces of batim’s AU’s! I’m always excited to see the amazing art work you all make. :)
So let’s start by introducing the two characters:
The first character, her name is Belle the Bunny. She was once the main character of a show that inspires children to be themselves, to have confidence, to have fun and most of all to learn to live your life to the fullest. She loved children with all her heart and would act like they are her own that’s how much she loved them. She was quite popular in her entertainment (however, quite not as big as other very popular cartoons). Her cartoon was loved. However… After being created into this world by the hands of humans. Her Creator’s started to act very ominous than their usual optimistic and kind selves. The cartoons and herself started to became suspicious, however, didn’t really think about it too much. They just shrugged it off… Then, this is where the horror begins. The Creator’s started experimenting on the cartoons and they gathered each cartoon individually, and started to dissect them all. Belle tried to hide, however it was fruitless. They found her, while seeing all of her friends dead, she was being experimented on for 3 weeks straight without any care in the world. After the experimentation, she went into a blind rage, she murdered everyone and burned the studio to the ground… That’s all I have to say about her past so far, hopefully I’ll draw some of her past soon. Anyway, she is in her early 30’s, she is with a different mafia group with her husband, Jonathan the Flaming Toon. Which I will say his past is unknown. He just came to Toon Town and stayed where he grew in power (Not as powerful as Bendy’s… But really close though). He is in his late 30’s, he’s gentle, doesn’t speak very much, serious, and unusually very calm through every situation. There will be more about him soon. However I can tell you one thing for sure. He’s not an ordinary toon… Hopefully you all like it and hopefully I’ll post more of my art soon, thank you. I hope this okay? :)

dressed like a daydream// a quakerider one-shot

(aka the one where Daisy spends the night and accidentally shows Robbie a more vulnerable side of herself)

“The shaking…” Robbie started quietly, “it happens when you have nightmares, right?” 

Daisy laughed then, a hollow sound that didn’t meet her eyes, because having nightmares would be way too easy. She would gladly take zombies or axe murderers running through her mind over what she actually had been dreaming about. Because when Daisy slept, she didn’t dream in fantasies or imaginary scenarios. No, she dreamt in memories; a constant flashing highlight reel of her absolute worst moments, flashes that she could still see every damn time she closed her eyes. She wished these were just dreams, all the death and pain and friends lost because of her.

“Yeah…” she responded dryly. “Something like that.”

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Limerence | 1

= the state of being infatuated with a person 

Group: BTS
Member: Jimin
Genre: Gang!AU, Angst, Fluff
He was a coldhearted asshole and the leader of South Korea’s most wanted gang, whereas she was an innocent and kind college student. They were polar opposites, yet he was so infatuated with her. But opposites are supposed to attract after all, aren’t they?

Warning: harassment, violence

Chapters: 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10 • 11 • 12 • 1314 • EPILOGUE

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Librarians Headcanons!!

Flynn and Eve [Couple]:

  • Flynn and Eve being very much the connected at the hip couple when actually in the same place
  • Flynn sending Eve selfies when he’s on solo missions because
    • 1- she worries a lot
    • 2- he likes sending her dorky shots of himself because he loves her
  • Eve being the most responsible adult on the outside when they need to be but whenever they are alone, she giggles and becomes more similar to the ‘princess’ eve we saw in the Fables episode.
  • Flynn and Eve also learning to make a point about family nights because wow the three ‘kids’ have bad past families and they are intent on being better parental figures
  • Flynn and Eve both being super worried and protective of Cassie after her surgery. Like to the point of Cassie stays with them for nearly two months because Eve is so worried about the other woman.
  • Flynn makes sure to ‘sneak’ Cassie a laptop set up with a live feed for some missions because, he wants her to still also be herself.
  • Eve then sends Flynn to the couch for the night. Which ends in Cassie feeling bad and sleeping on the floor two and when Eve comes to check up on them Flynn’s hand is on Cassie’s head in a fatherly protective way and Strong Mom carries her small daughter figure and then boyfriend to their respective beds cause she can’t stay mad
  • Flynn and Eve only ever fighting about a few things: Cassie being so overly protected, Not letting Ezekiel be a leader, Stone not opening up to anyone and having grumpy fits. 
  • Eve and Flynn usually always being good shoulders for the other, with neither really needing it too much.
  • Exceptions to that rule: 
    • The night Charlene ‘dies’, Flynn is a wreak and just clings to Eve. He never does that but that night (and for a few days afterwards) He just needs her. He is crying most of the first night so Eve just holds him, kisses his head and rocks him. Because what else can she do? The next few days they are always found holding hands. Not in the usual romantic way, this time its Flynn needs that physical contact. He needs her comfort and her strength and she’s MORE than willing to share it.
    • The night after the Apep in the Library fiasco. This time it’s Eve’s turn to sob and kiss Flynn all over. She doesn’t let him for hours after she catches him and he just lets her because he know she needs this. He also takes the screaming once they are in private. And then back to her giving him a bone crushing hug that ends with them in the center of their bed still clothed and tightly curled together because they almost lost each other and both remember it this time.
  • Flynn also is the one who says I love you the most. In every way and language he can. He is so cheesy about it too.
  • Flynn sends Eve flowers to the Annex on various holidays, usually her favorites, sometimes new ones.
  • Eve also asking Jake and Cassandra for help when it comes to Flynn’s gifts because she wants to double check she’s getting something good. Most of the time she is sure of herself and doesn’t ask but once in a while she will because she does want to make her nerd happy.
  • Eve being the more entertaining drunk. Eve being the one who once is given enough beers or stronger starts literally draping herself across Flynn
  • Flynn on the other hand? He just gets really warm and doesn’t know how to fix it. He knows what is going on and can hold his liquor quite well but he still thinks its nice when eve gets extra cuddly.
  • Flynn and Eve are actually both late risers if given the choice. Eve’s has been a learned thing as of late but Flynn? He likes to stay in bed and read or talk to Eve or stare at her cause he thinks shes so pretty.
  • Eve and Flynn also loving to go to Movies and Live Theatrical Productions on date nights
  • Eve and Flynn being a cute adorable couple that is healthy and when they have a problem (which they do have) they talk it out. Sometimes scream, but they work through it and get stronger.
The Bridge Between You and Me (Chapter 1)

A SucyAkko story!

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I got this idea when I noticed just how much Sucy’s initial meeting with Akko meant to her. When the moment is shown in her memories, it’s drawn in a much more serious and detailed style than the rest of the clips are. When Akko goes missing, the first place we see Sucy checking is the bridge where they first met. It may not have been intended to be taken as a romantic thing, but it was good fuel for me to finally write something for my secondary OTP of the show!

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TITLE: If You Say You Love Me (I Won’t Say It Back)
FANDOM: Emmerdale
SHIP: Charity/Vanessa
NOTES: IT’S FINALLY HERE! I am so so sorry this has taken me so long but I’ve had some IRL drama to deal with and then the last couple of days I’ve been feeling a little rough so it’s taken me longer to check this over than it should have but alas it is finally here for you to feast your eyes on! 

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The first thing Vanessa felt when she woke up was hot breath on the back of her neck and a slender hand lying across her abdomen, half of the fingers slipping under her t-shirt where it had risen to show a sliver of skin. She squinted at the first attempt of opening her eyes due to the bright light shining through the small gap in the curtains across the room. For a couple of moments, as she tried to blink the sleep out of her eyes, she didn’t know where she was. Or who’s body was spooning hers. But this time with a thankfully sober mind, it didn’t take long for the previous night to come flashing back to her.

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RFA+V x MC - If You Love Me, Let Me Go (Pt. 2)

here’s part 2!! I might not be able to do requests tmrw as I have school starting really soon, but I’ll try my best! 


It was unmistakable that she was constantly working on project after project. Even so, she always found time to stay with you. She tried her best to manage her time, balancing work and her personal life. It was hard, but she was able to manage it somehow. But sometimes, you worried if it took too large of a toll on her.

She was already extremely worn out after work, yet she still managed to watch movies with you, go out to have dinner with you, shop with you. Wasn’t she tired? Yes, of course she was. She was so tired in fact, that she wanted to fall asleep during her business meetings.

You felt like you were the one to blame. Maybe if you hadn’t started living with her, she wouldn’t have felt obligated to entertain you. She was like an elastic band being pulled on either side - soon, she was bound to break.

Unfortunately, soon, came very fast. It was one morning where for some reason, she wasn’t feeling quite like herself. Her eyes were heavy and her head pounded like a hammer, her heart beat was so rapid that she was out of breath. All of a sudden, she couldn’t breathe, and just like that, she collapsed onto the floor, unconscious.

At the hospital, the doctor let you know that it was due to stress and the overworking of her body, resulting in extreme fatigue. She would need to rest for at least a week before her body would return to normal. You were right. It was too much for her to handle. You were causing her to sacrifice her health for you. That wasn’t right. You knew that you had to leave her, otherwise, she might faint again and next time… who knows how long it’ll take for her to recover? You couldn’t be selfish and continue to watch Jaehee torture herself like this. If you loved her, you knew that the right thing to do was to let her go. Let her go back to her healthy lifestyle. Whatever it was, it was certainly better than this.


You knew that Jumin had a possessive nature, especially when it came to the things that he liked and cherished. In a way, it was sweet that he had put you on his rare list of things that he cared about, but it was also scary sometimes. The way he controlled you, confined you and constricted you was terrifying. You wanted to leave the house? Sure, just bring 20 body guards. You wanted to cook? No way, it’s too dangerous, just let the chef know what you’d like to eat. What made it worse was the fact that he was rarely home, that left you alone with only Elizabeth to rely on. Of course, you could still chat with the other RFA members, but if it was someone other than Jaehee, namely Zen, he would get mad about it. And it was scary when he got mad. It was like he lost control of his usual collected self, and his inner beast came out to attack anything and everything it saw. 

It didn’t matter whether or not you were happy or sad. As long as you stayed put and didn’t leave him, he wouldn’t care. You needed time to be alone, to breathe, to think about things without being watched. But that time was never available because the security guards were everywhere. 

You wanted to leave.

It was suffocating, it made you feel claustrophobic. If he really loved you, if he really cared about you and your well-being, he wouldn’t lock you up in his penthouse like a bird in a cage; instead, he’d let you go, and let you feel what freedom felt like once again.


It wasn’t his fault. No, he was poisoned, for many years, with something that he didn’t know was toxic. But it wasn’t enough to stop your heart from aching every time he brought up Rika. Yes, you knew that Rika was his sun, that Rika was his everything… that Rika was someone he loved for many years prior to you. But you had a limit to how much you could take - how much Rika you could bear. 

It was fine when he mentioned her here and there. You know, like how she used to love going to this park and sitting on that one particular bench, or how she used to enjoy walking in the streets at night where there was silence other than the light buzz of flowing electricity. But what hurt the most was when it was at night; when V had his arms wrapped around you, when you could feel his heart beat against yours and he would whisper in his sleep: “…Rika”

You knew it was unconscious. You knew that when he woke up in the morning, he saw you for you. But you just couldn’t wipe away the sweetness in his voice when he mumbled her name. You couldn’t forget the subtle smile he held on his face while he dreamed about her. It was impossible to replace her. Rika had a special place in his heart, and nothing could dethrone her. Not even you.

There was always hint of fear in you that thought, one day, he’d look at you straight in the eye and call her name instead of yours. You were afraid of it, yet you kept replaying that possible scene over and over in your head. If he loved you, and only you, he’d have to let go of Rika completely, but you knew that it was an unrealistic ideal that would never be satisfied.

I hope this was okay TT

~Cherry L.

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Moulin Rouge sentence meme
  • "Diamonds are a girl's best friend."
  • "Never fall in love with a woman who sells herself."
  • "You don't have to lie to me."
  • "He/she wasn't trying to trick her/him."
  • "A love that will last forever."
  • "It's not that I'm not a jealous man/woman. I just don't like other people touching my things."
  • "I couldn't go through with it!"
  • "Honestly this is impossible!"
  • "Nothing funny, I just like talent."
  • "Virgin?"
  • "Leave all this to yesterday."
  • "I'm sorry, _____, I'm dying."
  • "Outside may be tragic."
  • "... a little frog."
  • "It'll mean that we love one another."
  • "Life's an awful bore."
  • "In here it's entertaining."
  • "Tell me the truth."
  • "It's quite long."
  • "This one's for you."
  • "A little supper? Maybe some champagne?"
  • "No!"
  • "We have to end it."
  • "It's nothing."
  • "They're trying to kill you!"
  • "The cat's out of the bag."
  • "I'm sure I will."
  • "When will I begin to live again?"
  • "I couldn't pretend anymore!"
  • "But I prefer a man/woman who lives... and gives expensive... jewels."
  • "You'll have fun."
  • "The greatest lesson you'll ever learn is to love and to be loved in return."
  • "Love is like oxygen!"
  • "A kiss may be grand, but it won't pay rental."
  • "Everyone go back to work."
  • "Outside it may be raining."
  • "He/she will fight for me."
  • "I hope you don't mind."
  • "Is this okay?"
  • "Tell our story."
  • "The ending's silly."
  • "He's got a huge... talent."
  • "This is my home."
  • "Generally I like it."
  • "Men grow cold as women grow old."
  • "In here we feel like magic."
  • "I was a fool to believe."
  • "How wonderful life is now that you're in the world."
  • "I don't like this ending."
  • "She's confessing!"
  • "I prefer to do it standing."
  • "You can tell everyone that this is your song."
  • "Is this what you want?"
  • "No!"
  • "That way I'll always be with you."
  • "Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing?"
  • "I didn't want to lie!"
  • "He/she knows!"
  • "I'm cold."
  • "Things aren't always as they seem."
  • "Things are exactly as they seem."
  • "Very well."
  • "You might enjoy it."
  • "See the difference between you and I is that you can leave anytime you choose."
  • "You're going to be bad for business."
  • "We'll leave tonight."
  • "I'd rather, um, just get it done and over."
  • "I don't have much money."
  • "Love lifts us where we belong."
  • "Never knew I could feel like this."
  • "When love is for the highest bidder, there can be no trust."
  • "You're a beautiful man/woman."
  • "I forgot my line."
  • "The woman/man I loved is... dead."
  • "Come down here and get it done and over with."
  • "You know it is."
  • "I love sex."
  • "You know, touched for the first time."
  • "Hold me."
  • "Without trust, there can be no love."
  • "Hurt him/her to save him/her."
  • "I can tell."
  • "You're a great actress."
  • "It always ends bad!"
  • "Being on the street, that's terrible."
  • "I know it isn't much."
  • "We can't afford to love."
  • "The show must go on."
  • "Why does my heart cry?"
  • "The truth?"
  • "Use your talent to save him/her!"
  • "Make him/her believe you don't love him/her."
  • "I don't need you anymore!"
  • "I owe you nothing."
  • "He/she loves me!"
  • "And that's worth everything."
  • "You've got to carry on without me."
  • "Ah, poetry."
  • "You're free to leave me but just don't deceive me."
  • "Come what may I will love you until my dying day."
  • "Jealousy, yes jealousy will drive you mad!"
  • "I've come to pay my bill."
  • "It's not important."
  • "My gift is my song."
  • "Love is a splendord thing!"
  • "All you need is love."
  • "A girl's got to eat."
  • "The only way of loving me baby is to pay a lovely fee."
  • "Come and get me, boys."
  • "I can't carry on without you."
  • "I've paid my whore."
  • "Forgive everything."
  • "The French are glad to die for love."
  • "Don't stop, don't stop."
  • "I saw you together!"
  • "Please believe me when I say I love you."
  • "The spectacular spectacular."
  • "You are nothing to me."
  • "You don't have to wear that dress tonight."
  • "Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love."
  • "Only you can save him/her."
  • "That's real love."
  • "Because she/he doesn't love you!"
  • "All my life you made believe I was only worth what someone would pay for me!"
  • "We're going away from you."
  • "What's his/her type?"
  • "Dont worry, Shakespeare."
  • "I was sick."
  • "We'll work on it tomorrow."
  • "You'll get your ending."
  • "And in the end should someone die?"
  • "We'll make them laugh, we'll make them cry."
  • "Where were you last night?"
  • "So delighting."
  • "I told you."
  • "Everyone knows."
  • "It's a bit funny, this feeling inside."
  • "You're dying."
  • "The doctor told us."
  • "You don't have to sell your body to the night."
  • "It's just an infatuation."
  • "The infatuation will end."
  • "It's more than I can stand."
  • "It all ends tonight."
  • "He/she is spending a fortune on you."
  • "Tell him/her it's over."
  • "I can't fall in love with anyone."
  • "But, my dear, I've arranged a lovely supper for us."
  • "A life without love... that's terrible."
  • "What?"
  • "This is what I want."
  • "Naughty words."
  • "I know of art and love."
  • "I long for it with every fiber of my being."
  • "It's a city of sin."
  • "There is no other way."
  • "We are creatures of the underworld."
  • "Oh no."
  • "I'm in love."
  • "A kingdom of nighttime pleasures."
  • "She/he sold her/his love."
  • "I can't believe it."
  • "Love is just a game."
  • "I was made for loving you, baby."
  • "You were made for loving me."
  • "One day I'll fly away."
  • "She/he is mine."
  • "Everything's going so well."
  • "You expect me to believe that?"
  • "Everyday I'm loving you more and more."
  • "We have each other."
  • "Today's the day when dreaming ends."
  • "I'm paid to make men/women believe what they want to believe."
  • "I don't care."
  • "You'll die with wonderment!"
  • "You have so much to give."
  • "I love you."
  • "The end."
when the clock strikes twelve

A/N: four months late but why the heck not

“You’re mad, you know,” Simon observes, staring at Baz over the rim of the wineglass he has clutched in his hand, his legs tucked to his chest. He looks ridiculous.

Baz waves his own glass of wine at Simon, stretched out leisurely on the couch. “You’re the mad one. You’re absolutely insane.”

Penelope waltzes into the room and nudges Baz’s side with her knee. “Legs off my couch, Pitch.”

He grumbles, but consents. “How are you still so uptight about your couch when you’re drunk, Bunce?”

“The stench from your feet is enough to snap me back to being sober,” she retorts, settling herself on the couch. Baz lifts an eyebrow. She smiles back, utterly unaffected.

“Penny,” Simon interrupts, wineglass tipping dangerously to the side. “Tell Baz automated air fresheners are the spawn of the devil.”

Penny sips at her wine delicately. “I’m not going to tell lies, Simon.”

Simon claps a hand to his chest in dramatic shock. “Betrayed by my very own friend!”

She rolls her eyes at him. “Whatever. You’re insane.”

Baz flings his hand out, nearly smashing the wineglass into Simon’s arm. “My point exactly!”

“Are you really arguing about air fresheners?” Micah asks amusedly, a half-finished can of beer perched on the table beside him. “On New Years’ Eve?”

Baz grins. “May as well get the last of the arguments out, right?”

“Were you planning to go into the new year arguing about air fresheners?”

“They are very beneficial to our society-”

Penelope claps her hand over Simon’s mouth, effectively ending the conversation, and shakes her head in disapproval. “Please don’t. You’re already ruining the new year and it hasn’t even arrived yet. Like fighting over the name of a baby when it’s still in your stomach.” She paused. “Like-”

“It’s like ancient prophecies,” Simon says dreamily, and Baz snorts. Simon starts laughing, too, and Penelope gives up on trying to calm them down. (Micah just takes another drink of beer. It’s like he thinks this is more entertaining than the television programme. Which it probably is. Baz can’t quite make things out in his muddled state.)

“The ball drops in two minutes, Wellbelove, get yourself out here!”

Agatha comes gliding out of the kitchen, an empty wineglass in hand, not as graceful as usual. She carefully eases herself onto a chair. “If I fall off, Penny, you’re catching me.”

“She’ll be too busy snogging Micah to bother about you,” Simon laughs, and Baz starts sniggering, too. Penny shrugs in agreement, and they dissolve into hysterics. Micah shakes his head, a dash of red on his cheeks.

(Funny how alcohol reduces your sense of humour to a child’s once more. But they’re not complaining.)

“Ten!” The people on the television shout. Micah cheers.

“Nine!” Everyone’s shouting now.

“Eight!” Agatha’s clutching to the back of her chair, grinning, raising her wineglass like she’s trying to toast the air.

“Seven!” Simon’s eyes are huge with excitement, and he looks alive, alive, alive.

“Six!” Penelope is kneeling on the couch, eyes fixed on the screen, wild curls bouncing on her shoulders.

“Five!” They’re screaming, now.

“Four!” Baz thinks he feels alive, alive, alive.




“Happy new year!”

It’s absolute chaos.

Micah punches the air with both hands like he’s just won first place in a competition. Agatha laughs, loud and free, the sound ringing through the apartment, and Penelope jumps off the couch to pull Simon into a tight hug. They’re both laughing, too, and Baz feels like he can’t stop smiling, feels like his cheek muscles are going to ache for a week after this.

He looks back up at Simon and Penelope. Penelope is still yelling something he can’t process, but Simon’s eyes are clear and full of something Baz can’t quite place. He starts forward almost instinctively, and Simon releases Penny from the hug. Baz dimly registers her throwing her arms around Micah, but it’s like he has tunnel vision - he can’t see anyone else but Simon.

It’s nothing big. It’s nothing romantic, or extravagant, or special. Baz opens his arms for a hug. Simon cups his face with a hand, and they kiss, simply, naturally, like they’ve done it a thousand times before. 

They pull apart, and Baz still has his wineglass in hand, and his arm around Simon’s neck, Simon’s hand still on his face. Simon looks dazed, happily dazed, and he’s looking at Baz with so much honesty and simplicity that Baz thinks his heart fills up to the brim with it, maybe overflows.

Agatha wolf-whistles, new glass of wine in hand, and they all start laughing again, because alcohol makes you dizzy with laughter, and happiness makes you breathless with hope, and so does the first interlacing of your fingers with someone you love.

It's better to be different

One of the many reasons I love Perrie Edwards is how she is not afraid or embarrassed to talk about her views on why she doesn’t drink alcohol.

It may not sound like a big deal but the industry she works in has quite a bit of pressure attached to it, especially for young women, and I’m just proud of her for staying true to herself.

I mean the very fact that she doesn’t like to go out clubbing or partying all the time was one of the main reasons why the ridiculous break up / tension rumours occurred. Once again it’s all to do with pressure and how the media and entertainment business believe a young 20 / 21 year old should act.

I’m not saying there has been pressure put on her but the very fact that she is regularly asked about it and various people are always questioning why she isn’t at a party or club just shows that little things like that can build up and create little forms of pressure.

Basically I’m just proud of her for being true to herself and being happy with the way she is living her life. I’m proud of all the girls: 

  • “I’ve never smoked a cigarette in my life - I don’t drink,” says Perrie. “I’ve been drunk once and I’ll never do it again. I don’t like the feeling. I don’t like alcohol at all. I think it’s really creepy.”

  • “I haven’t drunk for five years. I used to drink when I was about 15 with my friends at house parties and I’d have a little glass of wine and be totally mortal. I hate that feeling of being drunk, I hate not being in control. It petrifies me.”

  • The singer also admitted that she’s not that big on partying either. "I’m not a typical girl that’s partying all the time. I just want to be with someone and let that be it.“’

  • "I have lots of fun but I don’t drink. I’ve drunk twice and I’ll never do it again. In my life.”

BBRae Week 2016 - Day 1- Night Time

It had been a mistake, she saw that now. In the deep night following midnight, Raven had made a mistake. Generally, through the day, Raven felt the incessant bombardment of the emotions of others, those of her friends and the emotional miasma that radiated from the City. This wasn’t a problem in itself as her defences, built high through training and willpower, were easily up to the task. Still, she relished the dark of night, when sleep muted the storm around her, let her relax her defense just a little.

So, when she decided to experiment with her feelings, the night was the obvious time. She elected not to tell her friends: their worry and/or insistence on being with her would defeat the purpose, after all. The room was dark, her friends were all asleep and the City was a glowing ember compared to its usual, fiery passion. She poured herself a cup of tea to relax her even further, sat herself on her favourite part of the couch, and allowed herself to feel.


Raven’s eyes, closed in meditation, flew open in abject terror. The grief and sorrow and guilt and fear had all rushed up at once, like stepping into a shallow puddle and finding it to be a deep well, the freezing water suddenly up to her chin. She strained and struggled to rein in her emotions but her thoughts were too scattered to obey her. She had taken measured to make sure her powers were kept in check but they were only temporary - if she couldn’t control herself then eventually she would tear the Tower apart! Should she go for help? Should she concentrate on controlling herself? Get a sedative from the infirmary? Leave the city? The thoughts all bounced and crashed around in her aching head and she held it with her hands.

Suddenly, a warmth moved around her shoulders and held her. She managed to look to her side and saw green eyes watching her from a green face, filled with worry.

“Rae? What’s happening?” he asked, his voice quieter and his speech slower than usual as he tried to calm her. She gulped and tried to speak around her rapid breathing.

“Emotions… out of control… panic… panicking… need to stop…” she gasped. Beast Boy acted immediately, if uncertainly at first. His other arm reached around her and gently pulled her to him, his hand running gently down her arm as he muttered soothing nonsense into her ear. Incredibly, Raven felt her heart slow down, no longer trying to hammer its way through her ribs. Her breathing became deeper as her chest relaxed a little. She closed her eyes and tried to time her breathing with his. Her tension leaving her, Raven felt tears pricking her eyes and tried in vain to stop herself. A single, gasping sob escaped her and cleared the way for its fellows as she wept and wailed into Beast Boy’s chest. Later, she would marvel at how much pent-up grief she must have had to cause such an immediate and powerful display but, for now, she found sanctuary in the warmth of her friend and cried. An hour later, Raven was down to merely sniffling quietly, occasionally squeezing her grip around Beast Boy seeking solace but also in gratitude. Finally, she spoke.

“Azarath metrion zinthos,” she muttered, sighing in relief as her emotions were invisibly quashed and sequestered. She relinquished her grip and sat back, looking up at a visible sleepy Beast Boy, blinking down at her.

“Hey,” he whispered. “You okay?” Raven nodded in return.

“I am. I was… experimenting with my emotions,” she explained.

“Yeah, I got that part, I think,” he yawned. “I heard your mantra. You back in charge now?”

“Yes. I… thank you, Beast Boy. If you hadn’t been able to calm me down, I don’t know what I could have done. I couldn’t order my thoughts long enough to suppress my emotions. Still, I wasn’t expecting for anything like that to happen. I won’t be trying this again,” she promised, making to stand and go. Beast Boy’s hands reached for her arms, holding her still for the moment.

“Now hold on, don’t give up just like that. Sure, you had some bad stuff bottled up but you expressed it, right? So if that’s all old feelings and stuff, it shouldn’t be waiting for you next time. I mean, uh… am I making sense here?” he said, sheepishly, yawning again. Raven blinked at him.

“Actually yes. Even so-”

“Even so nothing, Rae. You didn’t blow us all up this time so it’ll be okay,” he insisted, perhaps naively. Raven shook her head.

“True, but I couldn’t have done it alone. Next time-”

“Then don’t be alone next time, either. I am totally volunteering by the way, if I wasn’t being clear,” he said, grinning. To her astonishment, Raven agreed.

A week later, Raven relaxed her control again. She had had a brainwave and arranged with her emotional aspects that they would all take a turn instead of clamoring all at once, promising to make it a regular thing if it worked. This time, to Beast Boy’s delight, Raven simply started to laugh. Not through humour but through sheer, potent joy. Every happy moment she had felt but suppressed found its release now, from her rescue from Trigon to movie night. Beast Boy found himself laughing with her before just watching, a small, warm smile on his face.

The week after that was less entertaining. Raven found herself afraid again but not quite panicking, more like paranoia. He couldn’t help her with that one as she spurned his assistance, only able to wait and watch as she slowly accepted his loyalty.

The week when Brave had a turn was almost a disaster as Raven suddenly became confident she could just release all of her control and get it over with. Beast Boy managed to talk her down by challenging her to a video game, of all things.

All in all, every week, Raven’s experiments grew less and less explosive, reaching the point she could indeed relax all of her emotions at once and not lose herself. Beast Boy was looking forward to sleeping every night from then, but there was a sliver of disappointment as well. He felt he had grown closer to Raven over the last few months, learned more about who she was, and was afraid that, as she no longer needed his company, she would no longer want his company. He mentioned this in passing, that she no longer needed his help, though he kept his misgivings quiet. Raven was silent for a long moment, her hands twisting in her cloak, before she answered him.

“Actually, there’s one emotion I didn’t give a turn to. I thought it wasn’t necessary as I’ve never really felt it, only to be told through my mirror that I am very much mistaken. Will you help me?” she asked. Beast Boy nodded, eager to prolong their arrangement.

“Of course!” he said. Raven smiled uncertainly.

“Thank you. Just promise me you won’t get upset,” she mumbled. He nodded, surely.

“I promise. So what sort of emotion are w-” he started.

Raven had cut him off, delicately but suddenly placing her lips on his own, Shyly, she withdrew and waited for him to speak as he stared back at her. He swallowed and blinked, his voice having abandoned him. Raven took this is a bad sign and started to fidget and squirm under his gaze.

“Rae…” he said, hoarsely. “Rae, that feeling… is it for me or-”

“It’s for you. It isn’t me expressing an old feeling, Beast Boy. It’s new. It’s surprising but very, very new,” she admitted, getting a choked laugh from Beast Boy.

“Thank Azar for that,” he said before swooping in and kissing Raven on more equal terms.

Ta da! I may not succeed at making an entry every day - work and stuff - but I’ll have a go. Enjoy!


ficlet: Before Her Coffee (Olicity, PG-13)

ship: Olicity
fandom: Arrow CW
prompt: #9
word #: 1,439

In her defense, Felicity sometimes forgot that Oliver was staying at her town house lately.  It had been a few months since the battle with Slade.  Oliver was still working hard to regain his family’s company but the fact was, he was still out of a place to live.   His family home had auctioned off.  Verdant had been purchased and was now being operated by another entrepreneur.  That meant that the old foundry base was now “under new management” as well.  Luckily, Felicity had lead her boys over there before the new owner moved in so they could move out of the basement whatever equipment they could salvage.  There wasn’t much but it was a start and it would tide them over until they were in better shape to fully outfit the new lair. 

Oliver had been able to sell off a few assets so he had some money to work with but they’d all agreed that money would be better spent investing in his big to reacquire Queen Consolidated.  

Dig had offered up his sofa to Oliver, but he’d turned him down, wanting to give Dig a chance to reconnect with his pregnant ex-wife before the baby arrived.  And Roy’s home in the Glades was barely big enough for just him.  Which left Felicity.  

She was happy to have him there, honestly.  She had plenty of room and it was kind of nice having him as a roommate.  He was more considerate about sharing than she would have expected and did his share of the cleanup and cooking.  The only snag was her tendency to forget he was there before she’d had her first cup of coffee in the morning. 

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prompt: 099 for olicity i guess :P

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Of Weddings And Babies


The question comes up way to early on a Sunday morning. The sun had just started peeking through the curtains and both Oliver and Felicity knew that that could only mean one thing: She was awake. As much as they loved their daughter, 7 am was a big no-no on their day off. Usually, one of them –mostly Oliver- would get out of bed to turn on the TV and play a Disney movie, or set her up with some crayons at the kitchen table. Little Sophie was quite independent like that, could entertain herself for hours.

Today, she wasn’t really feeling it. Oliver had gone downstairs with her and put on The Little Mermaid, one of her favorites. He’d prepared her some lemonade in her sippy cup, kissed the top of her messy head and sleepily headed back upstairs to cuddle his equally sleepy wife.

Oliver slipped back into bed, wrapping his arm around Felicity’s expanded abdomen, hand softly stroking the yet unborn fourth member of their little family. Felicity hummed in appreciation and scooted back into her personal heating pad. After that, they were allowed seventy two minutes of uninterrupted sleep.

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anonymous asked:


10. high school popular kid/nerd au
nonnie, I assume you meant this for CS (or more specifically lieutenant duckling). if you didn’t, I’m sorry, I am obviously captain swan trash. this is terribly cliche, I felt like I was writing a romcom.

She’s not sure how she got here, really, amidst the terribly loud music that’s causing her skin to actually vibrate and the too drunk kids that she calls her classmates. One minute she was at home, writing her English paper for next week, and the next, she was being forcibly dressed and hauled out of the house by Ruby. Because they were invited to some stupid party, because Emma, it’ll be fun, loosen up a little, the whole school is gonna be there!, because she was pretty defenseless when it came to Ruby’s mile-a-minute persuasive conversations and, well, because she knew letting Ruby walk into a house full of alcohol and hormonal teenagers alone was not a good idea.

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