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Masterlist - Updated 3/18/17


Alexander Hamilton // One Shots

1. Cheap Pants -  College AU

Alexander Hamilton // Series

1. Lunchtime (Part One / Part Two) - “Are you wearing my pants?”

Hercules Mulligan // One Shots

1. Loud Mouth - Hercules has a soft side

2. Changes - “Friends with benefits. Oh, wait. I like you” 

3. Non-Negotiable - “Accidental waving” 

Lafayette // One Shots

1. Love Sick - “Can I kiss you?”

2. Late Night - Coming home drunk

3. Fresh Snow - Snow War

Lafayette // Series

1. Jeopardy (Part One / Part Two) - Friends to maybe something more.

George Washington // One Shots

1. Unreadable - “Wanna bet?” 

Philip Hamilton // One Shots

1. Yo-Yo - Soulmate AU

Philip Hamilton // Series

1. Legacy (Part One / Part Two / Part Three) - “So maybe you’re a fool, headfirst in love / with ink beneath your fingernails. ”

John Laurens // One Shots

1. Overdue - “You’re overdue for this book and I really want it.” 

In the Heights

Usnavi de la Vega // One Shots

1. Smooth Operator - “How long have you been standing there?”

2. Breaks - “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”

3. Throne - “Do it. I dare you.”

4. Home - Reader is new to Washington Heights

RPF (Real Person Fics)

Okieriete Onaodowan // One Shots

1. My Favorite Cousin - Reader is Anthony’s cousin

2. Peace - Reader owns a bakery/Lin sets them up.

Alex Lacamoire // One Shots

1. Second Date - Lin sets them up.

2. Grand Tour Alex admits he’s never been to San Francisco before, you give him a grand tour.

Lin-Manuel Miranda // One Shots

1. Manhattan - “The one night stand I had is actually my boss.” 

2. Sisterly Love - “I told my family I was in a relationship/fake boyfriend”

3. A Man’s Opinion - “I’m helping you pick out an outfit for your date tonight and I’m totally in love with you.”

4. Slytherin - Reader is an understudy for Eliza

5. Mixtape - Reader is a single mom

6. What’s Next? - Oak plays matchmaker

7. 5 Things - You frequently have one night stands with Lin

8. First Dance - Lin and Reader meet early on in their careers

9. One Cream, Five Sugars - Lin spills coffee on the reader

10. Green, Green Dress - Based off of Green, Green Dress from tick, tick…boom!

11. Embarrassed - Lin is a fan of the Reader

12. Settled - Lin and Reader were college roommates/he invites her to the Tony’s

13. Tell the Kids - Reader is Lin’s assistant on Mary Poppins.

14. Armani Suit Reader is a part of an auction for a date with her.

15. Rehearsals - Reader is the choreographer for Marry Poppins and Lin needs extra help.

16. Drunk HistoryDrunk! Lin confesses something to the reader.

17. Secret Santa - Lin is Reader’s Secret Santa.

18. Christmas Without You - Christmas Eve with Lin

19. First Date - Lin and Reader are set up on a blind date.

20. Cool - Reader is a famous singer that sings a Hamilton song at her concert.

21. Mother Knows BestThe Oscars’ luncheon breeds a new relationship for Lin.

22. One Time… Lin is an upbeat theater camp counselor. Reader is anything but.

23. Side A - Based off of ‘Love is a Mix Tape’ by Rob Sheffield.

Lin-Manuel Miranda // Series

1. Backstage / Wedding Plans / Through the Years / Red Lights - Reader is a celebrity and goes to see Hamilton.

2. Impress Me (Part One / Part Two) - Reader conducts an interview with Lin and is also babysitting.

3. Impact (Part One / Part Two) - Reader is married but is in love with Lin.

4. Still Hurting / Rewind - Reader was recently cheated on and has to go on as Eliza.

5. Tells Your Story (Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five) - Reader is asked to be a part of the Hamilton Mixtape

6. Snapshots (Part One / Part Two) - Lin and Reader both miss their subway.

7. Only Us (Part One / Part Two) - Reader owns a bookstore Lin often frequents.

8. Bound to Happen (Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven) - The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

9. Beyond the Sunrise, a collab with @alexanderhamllton (Prologue) - Mixed up orders leads to a new and unexpected person in your life.

Daveed Diggs // One Shots

1. First Sight - Rafa sets them up

Daveed Diggs // Series

1. Street Cred / Noted - “You’re a celebrity I admire but you’re flirting with me?”

Anthony Ramos // One Shots

1. Stars in the Sky - “I’m in love with you, this could ruin everything.”

Jasmine Cephas Jones // One Shots

1. New YorkLoosely based off of ‘San Junipero’ from Black Mirror.

Haunted Desires

SPN Prompt Challenge | blissfulcastie
Prompt: Scream
Pairings: Destiel
Word count: 4.5k
Tags: College au, haunted houses, light angst, drunken sexy times, bottom!cas, top!dean, confessions, fluff

This sucks.

Okay, maybe Castiel is being a little dramatic. But honestly, a haunted house is the last place he wants to be right now. He doesn’t even like them in the first place. He sees no point in getting a thrill out of being put in fearful situations on purpose. He’d much rather be laying in his warm bed, binging watching Stranger Things for the third time this month and sipping at some warm tea. Not trudging through some cobweb riddled building that feels like someone left the windows wide open for the chilled breeze to whisper throughout. Admittedly, he’s been in sulk mode since last weekend and going out is the last thing he wants to do. But it was either drag himself to this stupid haunted house or go to another frat party.

He was not about to make that mistake again.

“Aw, come on, Cassie. Cheer up a bit!” Gabriel crows next to him, giving him a little nudge.

Castiel shoots him a glare through the dimmed lighting and smoky haze produced from some hidden fog machine. “You drag me out into the cold to walk through some haunted house. Do you really expect me to be thrilled about this?”

Gabriel rolls his eyes while Anna pipes up for him, “Castiel, you’ve been moping around all week. We had to do something.”

“And it’s not just some haunted house. This place is five stories tall! And it used to be a hospital!” Gabriel adds, seeming more offended by Castiel’s dismissal of the place rather than his sour mood.

He sighs, ignoring Gabriel’s remark. “I’m fine. Is it so bad to want some time alone?”

Anna snorts. “No, but look where that’s gotten you. You’ve been pining over Dean ever since that party last weekend and it’s time to either do something about it or get past it. As your friends, we won’t stand by and watch you wallow in self-pity.”

There’s a simultaneous shudder and cringe at hearing the name. The name that he didn’t dare say aloud but has been echoing around in his mind ever since that night. That wonderful, mind blowing -

Castiel stops the thoughts before they truly surface once again. He can’t go there. Not here. Not now. Preferably, not ever, but that’s next to impossible. He frowns a little, becoming aware of how he’s displacing his frustrations with himself on his friends. They’re only trying to help, after all. “I’m sorry. It’s just… what happened at that party…” He shakes his head. “You’re right. I need to get over it one way or another.”

Gabriel brightens up at that. “That’s the spirit! Now come on, we’ve got four floors to get through!” Castiel huffs under his breath, watching his friend skip out of the room and leaving him and Anna to exchange an amused look before pressing deeper into the haunted house.

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The Man from U.N.C.L.E. | OT3 aesthetic for @screamingarrows

“Not very good at this whole subtlety thing, are you?”

Here’s a fic based on the first part of this post w/ College AU klance, Lance sick and stranded at the airport, and Keith knowing what caretaking is.

For Lance, bad news comes in the form of a woman’s voice, calmly notifying the lobby full of passengers that their flight to Michigan has been delayed for five hours due to severe weather conditions. His stomach drops. Uncomfortable dread washes over him. He can’t take another five hours in the airport, he just can’t.

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you’re in my veins

a little rewrite of the 2x10 jimon bite scene in jace’s pov because i couldn’t help myself. enjoy!

on ao3

Clary had told him; of course she had. If he was going to pretend to be her, he had to know what she knew. He had to know what Valentine had shown her, what he had done to Simon. He had gone in knowing exactly what to expect, knowing that Simon would need blood. Logically, he knew. But now, with ginger hair that was not his framing a face that belonged to someone else, he realized that actually seeing it was something else entirely.

Blood stained it’s way down Simon’s throat, soaking into his shirt and jacket. Jace felt his own blood freeze at the sight. Simon lay like a broken doll on the couch, his breath coming in shallow, shuddering gasps - and Jace couldn’t help but wonder if the breathing was only out of habit; vampires didn’t need to breathe. But they did need blood, and Simon had lost too much, was still losing it, blood continuing to drain out of the open wound on his neck.

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Light and Dark - bbyfruit - SKAM (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: SKAM (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Even Bech Næsheim/Isak Valtersen, Magnus Fossbakken/Vilde Hellerud Lien, Eva Kviig Mohn/Vilde Hellerud Lien
Characters: Vilde Hellerud Lien, Even Bech Næsheim, Isak Valtersen, Eskild Tryggvason, Eva Kviig Mohn, Noora Amalie Sætre, Sana Bakkoush, Chris Berg, Jonas Noah Vasquez, Magnus Fossbakken, Mahdi Disi, Linn Larsen Hansen, basically everyone
Additional Tags: Coming Out, isak is a guru, Friends to Lovers, I’ll add more as I go, Angst, Fluff, Friendship

Vilde’s not who she thought she was - but then again, nobody is who she thought they were.

Or, Vilde finds herself.

One More Time

Training session between Nesta & Cassian where things get a bit.. out of hand. ‘Cassian the trainer’ has always been one of my favorite tropes so I thought I’d write something that involved our sexy bat being in charge of dear old Nesta’s pent up anger. Enjoy! Xx (p.s. This takes place after Cas’s wings are all healed up & everything is fine & dandy!) (BTW this is my first big fic so yikes)

“Come on sweetheart, is that all you got?” Cassian’s signature smirk found its way onto his face. A smirk, he knew, that made Nesta absolutely furious.

Rhys, being the absolutely brilliant High Lord he is, was the one to suggest that Cassian would be the perfect person to help Nesta release some of her pent up anger.

He recalled Rhys’s sly suggestion, “You could try taking her to a training area; show her some moves.”

Not necessarily full blown training, but just enough to help her with self defense and controlling herself. This, Cass thought, should be an interesting experience.

So here they were, face to face in one of the private training rooms, trying not to tear each other’s throats out for the past half an hour. He had already shown her some basic maneuvers and techniques, but getting her to reciprocate them was the difficult part.

“Well if you would get your head out of your ass, then maybe we would actually get somewhere, Cassian.” His name left her mouth in a hiss and he would be lying if he said that hearing Nesta say his name was, on his part, a moralistically questioning turn on.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t such a complainer and followed instructions, this would go by a lot faster, Nesta.”

Her fist swung out and he barely avoided getting hit as he dodged to the left.

“Ah, there we go. Try hitting me one more time, just keep your shoulders more square and keep your chin down.” He accentuated his orders by pressing his palms against her shoulders, pushing down until he knew she was firmly grounded. He pulled back, but not before he gently gripped her chin and tugged it a little lower.

A low growl came out of Nesta; a reaction to being told what to do. “How about I hit you where it counts?” Her eyes dropped and he followed her gaze to his manly parts. His nostrils flared as he recalled a not too distant memory, of him getting distracted and her planting her knee in the exact spot he was looking at.

Cassian should have known better in future reference, but Nesta just so happened to use his current distractedness as a one way ticket to decking him in the stomach.

He doubled over, clutching his abdomen for a few seconds. Damn, she knocked the breath out of me. (Both physically and romantically *wink wink).

Cassian started to chuckle. Glancing up to see Nesta in fighting leathers and her fists at the ready; her hair tied back in a bun, he realized how adorable she looked. Deadly, but adorable.

Her eyebrows were furrowed and her mouth was a hard line. “Come on sweetheart, is that all you got?” The question was a mockery of his previous one. Now that Nesta has actually done something with her skills, his only response was a wolfish grin.

“Oh no, there’s a lot more where that came from.”

Without giving her a second to process this, he swung out his right leg, sweeping it under her feet and making her topple to the ground. He made sure to grab a hold of both of her arms so she wouldn’t be able to use those pretty little hands to cause trouble. (He mostly just didn’t want to get punched in the face if he was being honest.)

With both knees on either side of her waist and her hands above her head, Cassian had Nesta in the perfect defenseless position. Although he could feel her straining against his hold, Cass didn’t budge. He flared out his wings in a sign of dominance, showing her who was in control.

Leaning down, he whispered in Nesta’s ear, “Now, maybe if you would actually listen to me, you would have figured out how to avoid that attack. If I was an enemy, and wanted to get in your pants, this would most likely be how they would go about trapping you so you wouldn’t be able to resist them.”

He sat up a bit, meeting Nesta’s raging eyes.

“If you were a real enemy,” she breathed, “I would never have allowed you to make it this far.”

A low chuckle made his chest rumble. “Is that so, sweetheart? Do you let everyone else besides your enemies get this close to you, then?” His gaze dipped down to her lips and he had to swallow the desire to brush his own against hers.
Nesta cocked an eyebrow, seemingly determined not to lose this ongoing battle of wits between them. A battle that she couldn’t help but enjoy.

It gave her mind something to focus on, rather than letting it wander off to think about all the horrendous and repulsive things that have happened in her life in such a short amount of time.

But watching Cassian’s reactions to everything she did was quite entertaining to her.

So she stopped resisting; let her body go pliant and soft under him.

“Now, now, Cassian, do you really think it’s any of your business as to who I let get in my pants?”

She saw his jaw clench; his eyes were dilated as they continuously glanced between her own eyes and her mouth.

Nesta laughed inwardly; she knew she had him wrapped around her finger.

Cassian’s voice was a soft purr, so at odds with his tough warrior looks, as he said, “If I knew any better, I would say that you haven’t let anyone in your pants, Nesta. You’re still a little… uptight.”

Her nostrils flared, riled by the challenge in his words. Fine, she thought, if he wants to play dirty, let’s play dirty.

So with a flutter of her eyelashes, and a tilt of her head, she made Cassian so unfocused that his grip on her hands loosened. Using this advantage, she pulled her hands free and slid them up his arms, stopping to rest on his shoulders. Their faces were still about a foot away, and yet he still hadn’t moved. He was waiting for her to make the moves; he barely seemed to be breathing.

A slow smile spread across her face, “And why does my ‘being uptight’ concern you, Cass?” She lifted one of her legs and brought it up to drape over his calf before continuing, “Do you spend your days thinking about me and my tense body?”

His eyes were wide and filled with lust. He let out a whoosh of breath he seemed to have been holding and the air that came out warmed her face. Actually, his whole body warmed her. He seemed to radiate heat, like he was his own personal furnace. How convenient.

“As a matter of fact,” he said after clearing his throat and plastering that stupid smirk on his face, “I do. Rhys told me that I should try helping you release some of your pent up anger. That’s what I was trying to do with this whole training session. But I can think of plenty of other ways I can help you release your bottled up emotions.”

Her grip tightened slightly on his shoulders as she licked her lips once. He was so confident in himself. Like he knew he was going to get what he wanted, no questions asked. Smug satisfaction just oozed off of him, and she had to refrain herself from biting his head off.

Instead, she reminded herself of her plan and relaxed again. Meeting his hazel eyes, she tugged lightly on his arms to bring him closer as she lifted her head up ever so slightly. Their faces now only about six inches apart. She could feel his breath stirring the loose strands of hair framing her face. Come on Cassian, she urged him mentally, take the bait.

Cassian knew, gods damned him, he knew not to lower his defenses when he was this close to Nesta. She could wreck him a couple of words, let alone movements. But the moment she leaned forward and her scent weaved itself around him, he knew he was no longer the predator in their current situation, but the prey.

Her chest rose up until it was flush with his own and all thoughts flew out of his damn head. Everything about this woman was both hard yet soft, delicate yet bold, wild yet calm. She was a storm that called to Cass; it beckoned him into its grasp. A storm that he didn’t want to avoid anymore. He wanted to give into the urges that pulled him to Nesta and he wanted her to do the same. So he let go of all pretense, closed his eyes, and leaned in to finally, finally, kiss the catastrophically beautiful woman below him.

Then, all of the sudden, Cassian found himself lying on his back; wings pinned down. Flinging his eyes open, he found Nesta on top of him, laughing as she held his arms above his head in the same exact position he had held her in mere minutes ago. What the hell? She had outsmarted him by appealing to his raging hormones and then used it as a diversion to gain control of their current positions. She had used the leg she had placed over his to give her leverage in order to flip him to the ground as she pushed back on his shoulders. It was a smart tactic, but it left him gaping at her.

Twice. She had outwitted him twice now. All because he couldn’t stop thinking about her body against his and what she would feel like wrapped around him without any clothes on. In other words, he was being completely idiotic and he needed to calm his tits.

But then, he fully registered what was currently happening and realized that he could easily break her grip off his arms and push her off of him, but she was laughing and that stopped him in his tracks. Nesta Archeron, was actually laughing. The sound was something he wanted to bottle up and keep as a reminder at what she could be like. Not Nesta: all ice, stone, and walls. But Nesta: warm, happy, and free. He could do nothing but stare as her laughs subsided and a victorious smile remained.

“I beat you.”

That smile transformed her whole face. It made her look like a girl who hadn’t had the unfortunate luck of growing up without a mother, or a father for that matter. A girl who had had the opportunity to do whatever she wanted and not have to worry if she was going to survive the winter or not. A girl that had had the ability to choose who she wanted to be and not just molded into someone that society thought she ought to be. In that moment, she was just a girl, and he was just a boy. Everything seemed young and new. In that moment, anything seemed possible.

Her smile faded as she noticed his stillness. “Why are you staring at me like that, Cassian?”

“Because you’re breathtaking, sweetheart.”

A faint blush colored her cheeks as she replied with, “I know.”

“I’m glad.”

Seeming to notice that she was still leaning over him to be able to hold him down, she cleared her throat and let go to clumsily stand up, much to his disappointment. Apparently she hadn’t fully adjusted to the fae strength and agility yet. She held out her hand though, a gesture to help him stand up too.

Clasping his hand to hers, he rose in a fluid motion. Her hand was so small compared to his, yet he could feel the unrelenting strength behind her grip. She tried to pull her hand away but his hold remained firm.

“Can I show you something, Nesta?” He asked quietly, keeping his gaze on their joined hands.

He heard her huff of breath as she pointedly accused,“There’s no point in saying no. We both know you’d just show me anyways.”

That made him lift his gaze to hers. He wouldn’t do anything to her if she ever said no. Cassian knew better than to force someone into an unwanted, and unaccounted for situation. “Someone’s being preposterous. But alas,” he dramatically exclaimed, pulling the hand he was holding up to his chest and pressed it against his heart, “my poor heart can’t deny that what I’m about to show you is probably going to be one of the most important moments of your very, very long existence.”
Nesta knew her face was scrunched up in scrutiny, but she at least had the sense to roll her eyes at his ridiculous behavior. She did know her heart was pounding in a dull roar though; Cassian’s touch always had the tendency to feel electric. Not the kind that shocked her to her core, but the kind that made her blood dance and somehow made her feel alive.

Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she again tried to pull her hand free to no avail. Exasperated, she finally conceded with a glare. “Alright, go ahead. Show me.”

The second she finished saying those words, Cassian’s lips were on hers. She froze. A flicker of fear passing through her before she realized that this was Cassian and he was kissing her. She relaxed then, closing her eyes and letting herself go soft and pliant again, but for a totally different reason than before. His lips were gentle, a light weight pressing down on her own but she instantly wanted more. Standing up on her toes, she was able to lift herself high enough to be able to return his kiss but with more force. From then on, it was a combination of teeth and tongue; of her hand tangling in his hair and his hand pulling her closer by her waist. All the while, their other hands remained pressed to his heart; their pulses matching in a thunderous beat that pulled them down down down in the currents until they were drowning in each other. Breathing in each other. Relying on each other for support.

Seconds and minutes merged until at last they pulled apart, gasping in air as Cassian pressed his forehead to hers.

“That’s what you wanted to show me?” Her voice came out breathier than she would have liked.

Cassian pulled back a bit to look in her eyes, a small smile playing across his face. “I was just trying to see how much practice you need. If this is a training session, we might as well work through the proper way to do all sorts of exercises. That includes kissing in my book.” He added a suggestive wink to the end of his statement, but his breaths seemed to be coming a little faster than usual too. Not that she paid attention to his breathing patterns or how his heart seemed to beat in time with hers. Definitely not.

“Well, in that case, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try it one more time, right?”

Cassian’s answering grin was more than enough confirmation to her question.


“I know you can understand me. You’re just choosing not to talk. Effective strategy. Well, the thing that you don’t know about me, Natalia, is that I love to talk. I can listen to myself talk for hours on end, and if that’s what I have to do to get through to you, you can bet your ass that I will be here 12 hours a day, every day for the next six months, and I will be talking that entire time.” He gave her a cheeky grin. “Again, it’s your choice. You can either talk with me, or I can talk to myself.”

Girl Compromised by ThoughtfulConstellations

XF Fanfic

Title: She Blames Herself
Chapter: ½
Word Count: 1376
Timeline: post-ep “Home Again”
Feedback: This is literally the first time I’ve ever written anything (let alone fic) so hit up my askbox with any feedback, good or bad. Honestly feel free to rip this apart. You can find all of my work on ao3 or in my fic tag. This entire ficlet can be found here! Thanks for reading <3

She jerks herself from a fitful sleep back into a muddled consciousness. She’s on her back, muscles tensed and jaw clenched. Her hands are balled so tightly into fists that her nails have left deep groves in her palms. She slowly unfurls her cramped fingers to run her hand through her disheveled, crimson curls but stops as she brushes the dampness of tears covering her cheeks. Her breathing is labored and she finds it increasingly difficult to allow breath into her lungs. Abruptly sitting up, leaning herself roughly against the oak headboard, Scully wraps her arms around herself tightly, anticipating the sobs that will soon be wracking her small frame.

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bite your tongue (swallow the blood)

NOTES — sorry followers now y’all know how deeply i’ve been sucked into solavellan hell. i just want some peace in my life, i promise, but that peace ain’t coming soon. also on ao3: []

INSPIRATION — [] by nanananananablr​, and the prompt “Forceful Kiss” by an anon. Send me kisses!

SUMMARY —  If Thedas survived, the people of the new world would spit on her name. She had the chance to save us, they would say. And she did not. Her heart was too weak to kill what it loved most.

The Veil was tearing above her, a fizzing green circle in the sky that burned wider with every heartbeat. Demons were pouring out of the opening in the Fade, and the screams of both the spirits as they twisted into something much more malicious and the forces fighting below rang in her ears.

Damn her fool heart, but she had followed him. Cassandra and Dorian and Cole had covered her as best they could as she scrambled up the rocky path he had fled, and then the Veil’s pulses as it ripped apart had sucked Cole into its invisible vortex. He had dropped his daggers and fallen to his knees and, screaming, twisted into Despair.

She had turned, her heart seizing, but Dorian had pushed her away. Go—if you can find Solas, you can stop this, before it’s too late!

And now she stood on a cliffside, broken but victorious, with him at her mercy.

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she finally likes him // part i

lucaya, season 2 // maya’s pov. can also be called a a purely headcanon, idealistic wish list from gm creativity & onwards. based off rumours, spoilers, or my head.

also available on

disclaimer: i do not own gmw.

“I don’t want that for Maya. I want Maya to be happy.”

The sound of Lucas’s passionate voice talking about Maya Penelope Hart is  enough to make everyone’s heads turn. Including the blonde herself. Her eyes dilate slightly as she looks over her shoulder to see the Texan boy staring at her.

What did he just say?

An odd twinge overcomes the blonde. She doesn’t really know what it is. It feels strange, and she isn’t sure if she likes it.

“Hey Maya, looks like Lucas’s gonna get all fired up on your behalf.” That comment comes from none other than Zay Babineaux, and if Maya was already wobbling senseless with confusion, that just tipped her right off balance.

She struggles to smile, twisting her body to face Lucas properly. “Thank you Lucas, but it’s just an art class.”

(we all know that isn’t the case.)

“I feel bad,” Lucas insists. “We’re taking away something you’re really good at.”

Stop talking Lucas.

Maya forces a small smile, and attempts to delve back into their little ‘game’. “You’ve never said that to me before.” Her tone is challenging. (she hopes.)

(of course, it isn’t.)

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Puberty Sucks (1/?)

TW: Mentions of self loathing, cursing?? I guess
Word Count: 2455
Genre: Angst, fluff, 
Beta: @ftlester​ (THANKS!! :D)
Prompt: @piercedphil

Author’s note: Written for my palarooni tugba and is like a month overdue probs. The end is sort of an idea from my PBB fic bc i definitely didn’t run out of ideas

Edit: This is supposed to be aoneshot but since a lot of people (aka literally three people) asked for a continuation, I did it!! Moral of the story: give writers attention they’re gonna be super happy

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Dan could say he wasn’t lucky with puberty. He was among one of those people who looked fairly decent as a kid but grew up to appear like they’ve been plowed over by a truck. The only person that probably found him attractive was his mum, and that barely even counted.

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Standards of Beauty

Soooo, (I type nervously) I’ve never written an Olicity fic before. But I saw this prompt on Tumblr and was inspired to give it a go. I have no beta, so apologies for typos or grammatical errors. And apologies for including the son, I know how some fandom peeps feel about the topic, I’m hoping this won’t drive away readers, but this was just what popped into my head. Set sometime in the future - Oliver is Mayor, he and Felicity are engaged and planning a wedding, Will visits with them every other weekend. Let me know what you think. :/

The tedium of reading and approving or denying budget proposal was interrupted by his cell phone vibrating across his desk. The name and photo displayed on the touchscreen instantly brought a smile to his face.

“You’ll have to excuse me for just a moment, Suzanne. I need to take this call.” Oliver spoke to his budget director as he stood, stepping outside to take the call. “Hey hon, you have no idea the mind numbing boredom you just rescued me from.”

“Dad?” his sons timid voice replied.

“Will? Buddy, what are you doing on Felicity’s phone? Where is she? Is she okay? Are you okay?” he asked, instantly on alert.

“Uhh, I’m okay Dad. But I don’t know about Felicity. She’s in your bedroom with the door closed, but I can hear her, uhh…”

“You can hear her what?”

“She’s using her loud voice even though she’s alone, and slamming drawers, and… growling?” the eight year old tried to explain, clearly confused. “She’s upset, but I don’t know why. I think you need to come home.”

“Okay bud, I’m leaving now, I’ll be home in twenty minutes.” he reassured his son, stepping back into his office. “I’ll see you in just a few.” Oliver hung up, signaling to Thea through the glass wall of his office. “Suzanne, I’m sorry, but there’s a problem at home. We’ll have to finish going over the budget on Monday.”

“No problem, I hope everything’s okay.” the older business woman said as she gathered her papers.

“What’s up big bro?” Thea questioned, stepping into the office as the other woman stepped out.

“I need you to come home with me. Felicity’s apparently upset. Will called. Could you maybe take him to dinner while I take care of my fiancé.” he asked, grabbing what he needed from his office as he readied to leave.

“Sure, I’m always up for more time with my favorite nephew.”

“He’s your only nephew.”

“That we know of…” Thea mumbled under her breath, earning a glare from Oliver. “Anyway, I wouldn’t worry too much, Felicity’s probably just stressed over wedding stuff.”

“Let’s go find out, shall we.”

“Felicity, Will, I’m home. I’ve got Thea with me.” Oliver called out as he let them into the loft.

The only response was the sound of rapidly approaching feet.

“Dad.” Will greeted him with a tight hug. “I’m glad you’re home. I don’t know what happened. We went shopping. I got some new school clothes and some board shorts and then we went to look at bathing suits for Felicity for your wedding vacation. And I was real good and waited right outside while she tried them on. But when she came out she was real quiet, and she was kind of quiet all the way home. And then,” the young boy rambled on, “when we got back here she made me lunch…”

“Uhh…” Oliver interrupted, a horrified look coming over his face.

“It was okay. She made me grilled cheese, it was just a little bit black.” Will went on, not distracted by Thea’s increasing snickering as his story unfolded. “But she didn’t eat, she just gave me her tablet to play on and went upstairs.” he took a breath. “I went up to ask her if I could download a new game when I heard her, uhm, you know, yelling and stuff.”

“You did good calling me, Will. I’ll check on her and take care of her, and you are going to go with Thea to get some dinner.” he looked down, ruffling his sons dark hair. “Sound good?”

“Can we go to Big Belly Burger, Aunt Thea?” Will looked to her, a pleading smile on his face.

“Only if you get over here and give me a hug.” she held her arms open for him to step into. “Mmmwwwah!” she smacked a big kiss on top of his head. “Okay, you ready to go?”

“Yeah.” he nodded, taking her hand. “Dad, can you give Felicity a big hug for me and tell her I hope she feels better?”

“You bet, bud.” he smiled fondly at his son. “Can you call before you head back, see if I want you to bring us some dinner?” he asked Thea.

“Sure thing. Go take care of your lady. And let me just tell you from personal experience, trying on swimsuits, it’ll mess with the best of us.” Thea sagely explained as she led Will out the front door.

“Felicity?” Oliver called as he entered the master bedroom. “Felicity?” he called again, after receiving no reply.

“What are you doing home? It’s early. You had a budget meeting this afternoon. That’s why I took the day off to be home with Will.” she questioned, stepping out of their walk in closet, discreetly wiping her red eyes.

“I did, but I rescheduled it. Will called me, he was worried about you.” he spoke softly to her, drawing her into his arms.

“I made him worry? Oh no, poor Will. I need to go talk to him.” Felicity tried to pull away.

“He’s gone out to get dinner with Thea.” he explained, refusing to let her leave the circle of his arms. “I want you to tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s nothing…”

“Fe-li-ci-ty! It’s not nothing. Talk.”

She hesitated before speaking. “It’s my thigh gap, or more specifically, my absolute lack of thigh gap… Ughhh!” she growled, tossing her head back in frustration.

“What now?” Oliver asked, clearly confused, his brows drawing together.

“My thigh gap,” she went on, taking advantage of his confusion to step out of his arms, “the space that should, theoretically, exist between my thighs.” she gestured down, her hands pointed in a ‘v’ to the general area that was causing her distress.

“Uhm, I’ve got to say, I see no problem what so ever with that area you’re pointing to.” he quickly replied, a sexy smirk taking over his face. “In fact, it’s one of my favorite places.”

“Oliver!” she huffed, her loud voice making an appearance. “There’s supposed to be a gap between my thighs. And there’s not.”

“Who says there’s supposed to be a gap there? Because I think I need to visit them in my green leather outfit.”

“People. Fashion people. Models. Cosmo.” she mumbled out, flopping down onto their bed, throwing her arm over her eyes. “Thea has one. And Laurel, and Sara, and probably every other woman you’ve ever been with.” she grumbled, annoyed.

“Wow, okay. First off, please don’t put my sister in a list like that. Ever again. Because, gross.” Oliver grimaced, shaking his head. “And second, whoever came up with that as a standard of beauty or desirability or whatever, should shut the hell up.” he stepped up to the edge of the bed, standing between her knees. “Because to me,” he paused, “you, Felicity Megan Smoak, almost Queen,” he grinned down at her, pulling her arm from over her eyes, “you are the most desirable woman I’ve ever know.” he knelt on the mattress between her legs. “And the only thigh gap I care about is the one you get when I spread your legs.” his voice deepened to a sexy murmur as he braced himself over her on his elbows. “Understood?” he asked before gently nipping at her lips.

Felicity pouted up at him, before shrugging her shoulders.

“Do I need to convince you how much I want you?” he kissed her more firmly. “How much I always want you?” his nose nudging hers.

“I mean, you could do that, I guess.” she played coy, chasing his lips with hers. “If you want to.” she continued, her fingers going to work on his tie and undoing the buttons on his dress shirt.

“Mmmmm.” he hummed into the kiss. “I’m so glad I thought to send Will with Thea. I think you might need a bit of convincing. Might take a little time to make sure I get the point across.” he started to kiss down her neck, moving the neck of her shirt aside with his chin and he headed further south.

“Sometimes you have good ideas.” she teased, pushing the starched white shirt down his arms.

“Only sometimes?”

“Do you really want to revisit the list of all the stupid ideas you’ve had? Right now?” she arched into him as he kissed around her stomach, toying with the waistband of her dark wash jeans. “Didn’t think so.” she snarked when he didn’t respond, earning a nip from his sharp teeth.

“Hey you, behave.” he grinned up at her. “I’m working on a tight schedule here.” he winked, unbuttoning her pants and tugging the zipper slowly down.

all that really counted

prompt/inspo: Imagine your OTP in bed after a fight, facing away from each other. They both begin to feel guilty about the quarrel, and roll over to apologize… at the same time. They do it so abruptly that they bump their heads together. After being dazed for a few moments, they giggle and kiss, twining their legs together and snuggling. They quietly murmur their apologies and endearments to each other until they fall asleep. (x)

word count: 2.1k

genre: fluff/angst (its a fluffy ending dw)

warnings: swearing

a/n: ok so i saw that imagine and i just had to make it phan bc cmon dan and phil are so in sync that theyd totally do that. so that’s basically the story haha oh also its in no way accurate to irl events other than the whole 2012 thing that happened between them bc thats an integral part to the story…but everything else is just made up by me~ i hope you enjoy!

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That one word generally summed up Dan’s mood at the moment. Here he and Phil were, at some hotel in California, stonily facing away from each other on opposite ends of the bed because of a petty fight. They were at bloody Vidcon, for fuck’s sake, could this really not wait until later?

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