mops everywhere

I don’t understand formatting??? Like yeah i wrote the goddamn 5 page essay but now you want me to change the font?? to another font that’s basically literally the same?? And add a fucking quarter of a centimeter of an inch to the margins??? And yeah you could say the time I wasted on making this post was plenty enough to format my essay, right, yeah, but i am more passionate about complaining about the margins than i am about actually fixing them

Malvie (Eval?) First Date Fic

(((So I took these prompts but changed them a little into one fic-let, but have plans to revisit and answer the secondary questions though another fic…depending on whether you guys want it or not)))

“Now whenever he’s talking you have to look interested, even if it’s boring.” Evie said, sitting across from Mal in the limo she had arranged to take them into town. When Mal had come to her ask for help on her future first date with Ben she simply had to help her. All those years of coaching and nagging on how to find the “perfect prince” from her mother were finally about to pay off, even if it wasn’t going to be used towards getting her own prince. Mal didn’t really seem to be listening as she looked out the window distractedly. “Mal?” Evie said, trying to get her attention.

“Hmm…yeah?” She responded, looking back to her.

“You need to be paying attention” Evie scolded, “If you want to get a guy to fall in love with you then you have to-”

“But Ben already likes me remember? I just want to get this date right.” Mal interrupted, “You shouldn’t have to do anything to get a guy to like you ‘E; you’re just fine the way you are; they aren’t worth your time if they can’t accept that.”

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Mochas and Hot Chocolates

This is an AU Jily fic. Specifically, it is an AU Coffee shop Jily Fic. I have never posted it before and found it tonight. I kinda cleaned up, but this was a style I was experimenting in and so… if it’s rough around the edges then tough. I like it. Hope you do too. 

She could tell right away that she wasn’t home. Her alarm clock doesn’t beep with her heart and when she rustles in bed, her clothes hardly make a crinkle noise like paper. When she opens her eyes, she sees the dots on the ceiling and realizes she’s in trouble.

She’s in a hospital room.

She turns her head to the left (her head is throbbing) and she sees a familiar face. Well, at least she knows that face.

The woman had wavy blond hair and was currently slumped in her chair. Judging by the wrinkle of her clothes and the dark bags under her eyes… she’d been here for a while.

She has memories flooding back of the blond woman throwing her head back, laughing as she clutched the coffee cup close to the edge of the table. She’s seen this woman take care of Harry…

She shuts her eyes again because she can’t believe she forgot about her own child. And where is he? Was he here? Oh god

“Hello?” She mutters, shocked at how raspy her voice was. She starts to struggle against the tubes and wires and in doing so, she starts to lift herself a bit off the bed. Only to activate a piercing alarm.

The woman in the chair wakes up and nearly falls out of her chair as she rushes towards her.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay Lily” The woman mutters, pushing her hands against Lily (her name she supposed) back to the bed.

“Harry?” Lily mutters, her hand fluttering weakly against her forehead, her eyes closing. She’s having a hard time breathing as if the wind was knocked out of her lungs with the simplest movements.

“He’s fine. There’s another nanny from the agency looking over him.” The woman replies, hovering slightly over Lily, her lips forming a frown.

Lily nods and feels an overwhelming amount of weight off her shoulders. But she’s still breathing heavily and it felt like her heart was going to burst. Despite repeating to herself stubbornly, He’s alright, he’s alright… she still fainted.


They tell her she had a nasty fall at the coffee shop. They tell her she slipped on a drink and banged her head up pretty badly on the counter. There was even the fear that she paralyzed herself.

Lily vaguely remembers the motions but has a hard time grasping earlier memories. She has a hard time remembering friends’ names and school stuff and other pointless things. Like the bus schedule. And the fact that her nanny is named Marlene. And the fact that Harry was created by Lily and some asshole who just sends his lawyer (whose also a piece of work) to deal with the child support and nanny and hospital bills.

Lily has tried asking Marlene about it, only to see the woman turn away and mutter under her breath that it is far better that Lily forgets about the man for he wasn’t very nice even if he throws his money around.

Lily tries hard at night, after getting retrained to be a barista, the man that she once dated. She only remembers flashes, and those amount to nothing. She only recalls the feeling of being safe and at home but she guessed that her mind repressed the other memories if Marlene refuses to share more than necessary.


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Dumb Ace Attorney Headcannon for the night: 

Trucy starts getting (really badly) bullied at school and therefore can’t get a date for formal/prom/someimportantschooldance. She mops around… everywhere and Klavier suggests he takes her. 

Once he finally calms down the screams of ‘DEFIANTLY NOT’ and ‘SHE’S UNDERAGE’ from mainly Phoenix and Apollo he explains that the girls at the school love him (and they do - it’s nearly daily that Trucy brings home some story about it) and it’s the perfect non-aggressive revenge. He means it in a completely platonic/older-brother way and not at all in a romantic/sexual way… Pheonix and Apollo buckle. 

Trucy thinks it’s perfect and her and Klavier go around planning the right level of casual face-rubbing they’re going to do. 

Imagine clumsy Courfeyrac, who doesn’t always pay attention to what he’s doing. And caring Combeferre, who’s always prepared for it.

Courf’s pouring coffee. He catches sight of Ferre’s morning hair and suddenly there’s coffee everywhere. Ferre mops it up, kisses Courf’s neck and steals his mug with the morning paper. 

Or leaving the cinema, Courf’s gushing about how amazing the film was and misses the bottom step. Ferre catches him from falling. With a crooked smile, he seizes Courf’s hand and reassuringly guides him along. 

Or they’re undressing for bed and Courf smacks his elbow when he takes off his top. “Let me take a look at that,” Ferre’s voice is clinical as he drapes a stethoscope over his shoulders and pulls on latex gloves with a snap. “Um, Ferre, it’s only my elbow that hurts…” Combeferre quirks an eyebrow and surveys him over the top of his glasses. “Still, I would prefer to give you a more thorough inspection, just to be on the safe side.”

Then, suddenly, DOCTOR KINK!

(Forgive me. It got away from me a bit at the end…)

GerIta headcanons:

1. They take turns making breakfast as while Germany gets up early to walk the dogs, Italy enjoys cooking more

2. Germany likes small aspects of routine such as having ‘his chair’ in the living room, at the dinner table and always sleeping on the left-hand side of the bed.

3.Italy once tried to clean to surprise Germany, who came home early and surprised Italy by ringing the doorbell, causing Italy to knock the bucket of water he was using to mop everywhere. Germany appreciated the effort though.

4. Italy likes trying to make German food, and has taught Germany to make some Italian food.

5. Italy collects stuffed animals, while Germany prefers his real dogs as comfort.

6. Germany gets very stressed over work. Italy senses this and distracts him by walking the dogs, cooking or watching a film.

7. Italy has such a low concentration span that he rarely finishes a book unless Germany reads it to him or he borrowed it off Germany.

bri617aroundtheworld  asked:

How about: Olicity meet at a speed dating event that neither wants to be at but where forced to go to by friends/family. Either S5 or alternate first meeting? :-)


Alternate first meeting, obviously.

First, sorry about the delay.  I had @ohmyemilybett (the patron saint of betas) read it, and we’re in vastly different time zones.  Which means when I got the response at 3AM, I was already asleep.  My bad.

If Pokemon!Olicity was fluff, this is like cotton candy sprinkled with sugar that you eat while lounging on a huge, fluffy pillow.  It’s also super long.  Read at your own risk.

The opportunity arose to do something I’ve wanted to write for ages.  @ohmyemilybett​ gave me the idea first, but her variant is nine million times better than this.  At the moment, all you have is me.  In case this isn’t your jam, though, this is the one universe you’ll ever find it in.

Also, I have literally no clue about speed dating.  I live in the middle of Banjo Music, USA and occasionally I’ll see something on a TV show and be like, “Oh, yeah, that’s a thing.”  So if I’m off the mark, whoops.

When I moved this into Drive, it was nine pages long.  So the cut is going to come pretty early because who wants to scroll through nine pages of fic on their dash.

Tagging the Masque Fic Squad at the end.  If you want in or out, let me know.

“Hi, I’m Oliver.”

“I know who you are.  Your face has been on tabloids for ages–I haven’t been living under a rock.  No offense, but this isn’t your scene, is it?”

“I had no choice in the matter.”

“Hey, me, too.  Oh, yeah–I’m Felicity.”

“Nice to meet you, Felicity.”

“Oh, a handshake.  That’s… different.”

“Apparently I’m out of practice.”

“No, I like it.  It establishes us as equals.  It’s definitely the nicest greeting I’ve gotten tonight.  One guy tried to hug me.  I mean, I’m a hugger, but I like to actually know someone for more than thirty seconds first.”

“…Have a seat.”

“Wow, pulling the chair out for me?  That’s a nice touch.  They say chivalry is dead.”

“Despite common belief, my mother did raise me to have proper etiquette.”


“Everyone has five minutes!  …Begin!”

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