sigh i was so close to getting all this in one photoset

One For Both Teams Part 1

Summary: Starting fifth year in a completely new area proves less confusing than Y/N thought, as she easily befriends a number of people. The only thing is, not all of them get along, and Y/N finds herself torn between them (High School AU).

Author’s Note: So, the idea for this was mostly inspired by this photoset, ie the picture below (thanks to @i-want-to-fuck-that-dorito-man for pitching it to me). Also, I got really hyped up because I’d just bingeread “Through the Window” by @avengersimaginings which is so good, you guys. Check it out.

Chapter List


Part One

“Got a thing for two-faced bitches, have you?” 

You drew a deep breath and forced yourself to remain calm. Things were getting way out of hand.

“Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

“You’re on his side?!”

“You know I’m never one to back down from a fight, but trust me when I say that he’s not worth it,” you murmured quietly, leaning close to his ear so he would hear you better. 

This wasn’t going to end well.

“No, thanks, mum. I don’t need a lift.”

“Are you sure? It’s on the way, and-”

“Mum, please,” you said, laughing as you pulled on your shoes. “I’ll find my way.”

She frowned and glanced at the clock on the wall.

“You only have half an hour.”

“The school is fifteen minutes down the road. I’ll be fine. Thanks for offering,” you said, smiling. You leant up to give her a quick hug and a peck on the cheek as you got up, before opening the front door. “I’ll see you later. Enjoy your first day at the office!” you exclaimed, flashing her a smile as you started walking.

“You, too,” she joked, waving. You waved back, and started your walk to the school.

A soft breeze rustled through the leaves of the trees as you walked by, and you felt oddly calm. You had done this so many times by now that it was completely normal, and you didn’t feel as anxious as you used to. As you walked, you noticed other students walking further up the road, waving each other over and greeting each other excitedly. You thought nothing of it, and soon you were by the front gates of the school.

You had walked past the school before, when you were finding out where it was and all, but when you saw the size of it, you forgot to think about the amount of students a school that size could take in. You took a deep breath and pulled the folded piece of paper out of your pocket, trying to flatten the creases as you opened it and made your way through the gates.

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anonymous asked:

AU, if it will make you feel better? Will/Hanni orders a pizza and is surprised when he sees the delivery guy

Oh, thank you sweetie! I did really enjoy doing this. *hugs* 


He was just putting the finishing touches on his evening meal, Brain a la Poulette, when the doorbell rang. Hannibal frowned, trying to remember if he’d had forgotten plans but could remember none. He walked towards the door and opened it, his eyes widening in surprise.

 A vision of curls stood in the doorway, soaked to the skin and shivering holding a red bag in front of him. “Are you all right?” he asked, frowning.

 The ethereal beauty took out a box, smelling of burnt cheese and low cost meat.


 Hannibal smiled. “Do I look to be someone who frequents pizza parlors?”

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Road Trip Part 1 - Are We There Yet?

Can I start this by saying holy shit what a reaction I have received on my first Negan Smut Week post, thank you so much! I love you guys! I almost feel mean for posting this as it’s a 2 part-er and this is more of a teaser then anything, but without a further ado, Negan Smut Week Day 2.


 Warnings: Blood play (kinda??) Blow Job, Language.

Part 2 Here

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 Road Trip Part 1 - Are We There Yet?

 You stare out the window, mindlessly watching the scenery, bare fields off to one side, and tall trees to the other. You slip your sunglass on as the sun has started to rise and place your feet on the dash, trying to rest comfortably. Your hands play with the baseball bat that rests in your lap. You softly stroke the smooth wooden handle, and when you close your eyes it is almost as if you can feel his hands there as well.

 Soon your fingers find cool, hard metal of the barbwire that is wrapped around the tip of the bat. Gently your stroke all the way up before finding a rather sharp edge. Your finger lingers on the edge before pressing down firmly. Skin breaks and blood flows from the fresh cut.

 You hiss and bring the finger up to your eye level. “Ouch, Lucille.” You pout. You place her on the dashboard.

 “Did Lucille give you some love?” the man driving questions. You smirk and raise your sunglasses up so you can study him better.

 Negan had to be one of the most attractive men you had ever seen. His sharp jaw, with his black bread littered with gray. His hair slicked back and the smell of leather that always lingered around him, leather jacket or no leather jacket.

 But the thing that got you the most was that look he got in his eye when something particularly pleased him. When he strikes down a man with his beloved bat or when he cums, wrapped tight around you.

 You turn to him and wiggle your finger in front of him, blood still dripping. “That she did.” You lean in close and slowly suck your finger into your mouth, licking it clean. You let it go with a pop.

 “Fucking hell sweetheart! Trying to fucking drive here.” Negan says, and you giggle.

 “How long have we got?” you ask

 “Not long now. We should be joining up with team two soon.”

 You smirk again and move your hand to his thigh, dangerously close to his semi hard cock.

 “Perfect.” You purr.

 “Fuckity, fuck.” Negan stammers as your hands move to his belt buckle.

 Yanking on the leather you pull the belt from the loops. You find the button of his pants and slip it through the hole; you pull the zipper down slowly tooth by tooth. Leaving his pants open you move your hands to push up his jacket and shirt, bare his stomach, you place kisses over the exposed area as your hand reaches into his jeans and pulled out his now hard cock.

 You hear Negan curse and hiss and you slide your hands up to the head of his cock.

 “Fuck sweetheart, I can fucking pull over if you want.”

 “I’m bored. You stop driving, I stop as well.” You bargain.

 You lean in close and blow lightly on the head of his cock that is leaking pre-cum already. You smirk and your tongue darts out, catching the small bead.

 “Fucking deal!” Negan grunts, one of his hands leaving the wheel to rest in your hair.

 You tease him slowly, lick at the tip like an ice cream, you slowly make your way down the long length, reaching the base, you flatten your tongue and run it on the underside of his cock right back up to the tip before swirling it around the head. You repeat this until it is glistening with your saliva.

 You place a kiss right on the head before slowly taking him into your mouth. You manage to get about half in before you have to stop and go back, preparing to relax your throat.  Again you go down, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat but you swallow past it and feel him slide down.

 Negan lets out a loud moan as he feels you deepthroating him, his hand in your hair twists and pushed you down into his lap further. You don’t resist but allow it and let your hand tug and roll his balls in your hand. Your nails scratch lightly at the soft skin and you feel the car jerk to the side.

 “Fucking fuck!” Negan groans, his hips buck slightly.

 You hollow your cheeks, the suction of the action makes Negan buck again and his hand in your hair pulls you up then pushes your back down. You allow him to take control of the pace but keep your hands massaging his balls.

 “Motherfucker!” Negan yells.

 His grip on your hair causes flashes of pain as it tightens and you feel stream after stream of cum run down your throat. You take it all, then let go of Negan with a loud pop.

 You look out the window and see a building not far in the distance. Smiling you pop your sunglasses back on and Lucille back on your lap, your feet rest where she just was.

 “Perfect timing.” You sigh happily.

Dirty Laundry

So, as some of you may know, my wonderful, incredible friend lavendergaia has been feeling a little down lately. So I wrote an itty bit of fluff in the hopes it might cheer her up!

Based on an AU prompt from one of those lists that float around: “I escaped to the laundry room to avoid hearing my room-mates having extremely loud sex only to find you’re here doing the same thing”

The wonderful fitzsimmmonsy has made a companion photoset here.

They were doing it again.

Jemma froze, her fist inches away from banging the wall above her bed in a reflexive movement designed to get her neighbours to stop having such loud sex. She loved Skye and Trip, she really did, but they gave a whole new meaning to the word banging.

Jemma sighed and let her arm drop. She was too happy that they’d finally got their act together and admitted they were perfect for one another to stay mad for more than a second. Rather than interrupt their well-deserved time together, Jemma set her laptop aside and slid off the bed. She grabbed her laundry basket and slipped out of her apartment as fast as she could without succumbing to the indignity of running. She was not being chased out of her home by her overly-enthusiastic neighbours.

It was only when she had hauled the basket down six flights of stairs and into the laundry room that Jemma remembered that she was currently wearing her frog pyjamas and hadn’t washed her hair in three days.

Because Fitz, Skye’s neighbour on her other side, was already in there standing against the opposite wall with a lean and reading a large textbook that she couldn’t see the title of. As she watched, still unnoticed in the doorway, he put the pencil he was holding between his lips and out of the way so he could highlight a passage in the book. Jemma felt suddenly, and inexplicably, rather hot and  flustered.

She must have made some kind of sound or movement, because he looked up sharply. The pencil dropped out of his open mouth as he stared at her for a long, torturous moment. He seemed to come to with a slight shake of his head, blinking rapidly.

“Jemma,” he said, scrabbling to pick up the fallen pencil. “Didn’t expect to see you. I was just…studying.”

Jemma smiled, coming further into the room. “I was doing the same before I was interrupted by-”

“Sounds?” Fitz finished.

“Yes. Sounds,” Jemma agreed. She could feel the blush rising on her cheeks just as his face was growing redder. So he’d heard them, too.

They looked at each other for a long moment. Jemma wasn’t quite sure how to continue the conversation, and Fitz looked equally at a loss.

In the end, Jemma walked to the nearest machine and began loading it up.

“So, uh, do you hide here often?” Fitz began. “I mean…Well, it seems like I’m down here a lot lately but I haven’t seen you.”

Jemma smiled at him over her shoulder. “Most times I take a walk. I usually have a routine for my laundry. Every Sunday morning. But this is a special case since…” she gestured at her nightwear. Fitz’s eyes roamed over her and the blush that had been subsiding roared to life once again.

“Oh,” he said eloquently. And it was in that moment, as he tried extremely hard not to look at her, that Jemma realised something very, very important.

Fitz liked her.

Her heart warmed at the thought and she straightened, abandoning her laundry halfway into the machine.

“Fitz?” she asked.

“Hmmm?” he responded, pretending he was reading his textbook.

“Why don’t we ever talk? I mean, we are both Skye’s best friends. But we never seem to cross paths.”

“I…you know why,” Fitz replied, a confused frown on his face that Jemma was surprised to realised she found extremely cute.

“I really don’t.” She moved a few careful steps closer. Her heart beat faster with anticipation.

“Because I…never know what to say to you,” he said, eyes shifting as he changed the direction of the sentence halfway through.

Jemma moved a little more towards him. “Why’s that? We have so much in common.” She almost felt bad about pushing him. But she could feel the importance of the moment thrumming through her veins, reckless and joyful.

“I just…it’s awkward.”

“We could make it less awkward.”

She was standing only a few small steps away from him now. She looked up at him, challenging him to close the gap between them. Fitz must have finally realised something was happening, because his restless energy stilled and all that intensity focused in on her.

He shuffled forward, hesitantly at first and then with more confidence as he realised she wasn’t backing away.

“What’s going on here, Jemma?” he asked, so close that she could feel his breath whisper across her face. His eyes roved over her, as if trying to take her all in at once.

“You like me,” she said.

“You sound like you’re surprised,” he said wryly.

“I only just figured it out. I thought you hated me. You never talked to me, wouldn’t even look at me-”

“Jemma,” he stopped her. “That’s ridiculous. Surely you knew.”

“I know now,” she replied. Her breath hitched in her chest as her body yearned towards his.

“Do you…mind?” he asked, despite all signs clearly indicating the opposite of her minding.

“On the contrary. I am very,” she leaned closer, lips only a breath away from his. “Very pleased.”

Fitz didn’t have a chance to reply before her lips pressed against his, muffling any sound. Fitz hesitated barely a moment before cupping her face with one hand and drawing her closer with the other. Her lips parted and he took full advantage with his tongue, sweeping it into her mouth. Jemma arched into him, clutching at the lapels of his jacket to tug him ever closer.

He stumbled forward, and Jemma had to step back with the momentum, never breaking the seal of their lips. She bumped lightly against one of the washing machines, the cool metal a balm to the furnace of her heated body.

Fitz’s hand that was at her hip drifted down further, hitching her leg up. With slight jump, Jemma found herself on top of the machine, her legs wrapped loosely around Fitz’s hips. It put her at a height advantage for once, and Jemma enjoyed the sensation of kissing down to Fitz.

Fitz moved his head back and Jemma tried to follow, but he held her still. He looked at her for a long moment, gaze full of reverence.

“You didn’t ever say anything. Why now?”

“There was no point,” Jemma reminded him gently. “I thought you didn’t like me.”

Fitz gave her a look of such affectionate exasperation that she grinned.

“So, what now?” Fitz asked softly, his eyes drifting to her lips.

“I think Trip and Skye are going to be at it quite a bit longer, don’t you?”

His smile was slow and full of promise. “I’m sure we can find something to fill the time.” His nose brushed lightly against hers.

“Good,” was all she said before her lips once again descended on his.

With Interest {Suga Fanfic}

Ch. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Continuation/spin-off of Haunted Drinks

You sat on your bed and stared absentmindedly at the wall. You had been in this same position since you had gotten back from the amusement park and you know you were supposed to pack for the trip back tomorrow but you couldn’t bring yourself to move as you attempted to process what had happened hours before. Why did Yoongi kiss you? He liked Hoseok’s girlfriend didn’t he? If he liked you, what did that make you for going to him for all your troubles? Is this even the time for self-pity? How does Yoongi feel about listening to you talk to about how much you loved Hoseok? It hadn’t just been a one time or two time thing! It had happened several times since Halloween so what were you supposed to do now?

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coraleethroughthelookingglass-d  asked:

Hi! Can I prompt you with number 22, miserable at a wedding, for JB please? :)

Jaime & Brienne Appreciation Week, Day 5: One AU

Brienne needed some air. One more intrusive question about her love life and she couldn’t be held accountable for her actions. There was nothing to tell, and if people weren’t able to figure that out by her stuttering responses, then her reddened face surely gave her away. What was it about weddings that had people so wrapped up in the idea of romance and forever? She twisted the hem of her dress around her finger, wrinkling the delicate fabric and sighed wistfully. Love was such a cruel game.

Guests were still lining up to get their picture taken with the happy couple, so it would be a while before they made their grand entrance. This was the perfect time to slip away unnoticed. Brienne picked up a flute of champagne on her way out of the decadent ballroom, figuring a few minutes alone was cause enough for celebration.

As she clumsily tiptoed down the hallway trying not to be seen, Brienne thought she heard the soft hums of a piano echoing through the empty corridors. It was a melancholy tune that wandered aimlessly, never quite building, although it was appealing enough to attract her attention. Brienne found herself drawn to the music, following the sound until she reached the last door on the right, which had been left slightly ajar. Unable to resist her curiosity, she peered inside and was met with flashing green eyes.

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onemuseleft replied to your post “cattraine replied to your photoset “Preparing for mum’s ultimate…”

I misread “Starbuck” as “Starkbuck” and got all excited that you were writing a Tony/Bucky domestic baking AU. Look, it’s early here, all right?


This is not Tony/Bucky either.

But you did give me an excuse to write some fun stuff.


“All-purpose flour is my nemesis.”

Bucky crossed his arms. “I thought all baking was your nemesis.”

“It is,” Tony said, setting a small culinary blowtorch on the gleaming steel prep table in the TOBRU kitchen. The rest of the kitchen was unusually empty; TOBRU was closed for the week while Bruce supervised some kind of mystical, arcane remodeling being done to the dining room, and Tony had intended to spend literally a week in bed with Steve, but stupid Steve Rogers had a stupid food truck and wouldn’t let his apprentice chef run it alone.

(”She’s fourteen, Tony.”  “Old enough to drive!”  “That’s sixteen.”  “I was driving at fourteen.”  “Well, she can’t.”  “I’ve met Kamala. I bet she could.”)

…the result being that Tony had gotten bored and started loitering around Steve and Sam’s trucks, and Steve had finally demanded he and Bucky entertain themselves rather than pestering the customers. 

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100 Drabble Challenge - Care (Tom and Abby)

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: one shot (Tom and Abby)
AUTHOR:  theothercourse
GENRE: Fluff/Comedy
FIC SUMMARY: Tom and Abigail have made their public debut as a couple at the Olivier Awards after two plus years of dating (Tattoo and Fashion). Abby gets caught up in the internet frenzy afterwards.
AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Based on the characters from Upstaged, In His Kiss,In Her Arms, Who Loves You, Baby?, The Road to Something Better,Regarding Abigail, Tom/Abby One Shots, All Tom/Abigail in chronological order Day 13 in the 100 Drabble Challenge

A/N 2: I swear Tabby smut next, this was getting too long. So I will hopefully get the next part up tomorrow before I leave.


Loki’s got a girlfriend – NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO

Tom Hiddleston had a date to the Oliviers. It looked serious.

Lucky bitch!

Who’s the cow with Tom Hiddleston?

Aw! She’s cute. I hope he’s happy.

I think that’s Abigail Morgan. She did a play with Tom a few years ago. I think with Ben, too.

She looks familiar. Who is she?

Tom Hiddleston brought a date, about freaking time.

She looks a right mess. What is he thinking?

Is that Tom Hiddleston’s girlfriend?

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anonymous asked:

prompt: ginny counters the release of THE photos with a spread & interview in a magazine (sort of reclaiming her body for herself i guess?). mike admires/loves/is hopelessly attracted to her (nothing new on that front haha)

a/n: so i took the cover shoot inspiration from karla souza’s own gq shoot which quite literally ended me — basically this photoset here. also mike gets gooey with feelings about ginny in this so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“You should do a Beyonce.” Evelyn says, glancing up from where she was cooking her famous risotto.

(It’s also Ginny’s go to comfort food of Evelyn’s — needed, after the last few insane weeks. She knew, logically, that her selfies with Trevor were going to be leaked eventually but. Trevor wasn’t the first athlete with a dick pic in the world. Ginny, however, was the first woman in baseball and she got naked with her then-boyfriend. Not exactly the same, stupid as it all was.)

“A what?”

“You know, a Beyonce.” Evelyn shrugged and stirred in a knob of butter. “Reinvention, reclaim.”

“Reclaim what?” Ginny questioned.

“You.” Evelyn cast a glance over her shoulder. “Come on, don’t think I haven’t noticed. Ever since your photos got leaked you’ve been… different. And while it’s totally not your fault and I will use my dying breathe to tell you that… I think you just, need to do something for you. Something that celebrates you. Reinvention, reclaim.”

(Amelia’s all for the idea. Ginny tries to swallow down the apprehension when she sees that troublesome spark in her blonde agent’s eyes.)

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logan and veronica appreciation week | day seven - favorite au

couldn’t come up with a good au photoset idea, so have a season 2 lilly lives au fic instead:

“So, what have you been up to while I’ve been off being studious, Ver-on-ic-a?” Lilly emphasized each syllable in her name simply to annoy her sometimes, she was pretty sure.

“Studious?” Veronica choked on a laugh. “Because I’m pretty sure the only college stories you’ve mentioned have involved boys, parties, more boys, that girl you kissed at the gay bar you went to, and more boys. Did you actually do any studying, Lil?”

Lilly shrugged. “Eh. I passed everything. Though one of those grades may have involved flirting with one of my professors.”

“Ick, Lilly, please tell me you’re not seeing a teacher.”

Lilly flipped her hair back and sighed dramatically. “No, no teachers. But only because none of them are hot enough. But there’s always next semester!”

Veronica shook her head. “Terrible idea. Stick to the boys.”

“Oh, but men are so much better in bed!”

“Please never tell me how you know that.”

Lilly grinned wickedly in response but kept quiet. 

The girls were sprawled out in her room at the Kane estate. It was mid-December, and Lilly was back home for winter break after her first semester away at college.

“But seriously Veronica, what the hell have you been up to lately? You only answer half my calls and have been surprisingly tight-lipped on your personal life since I left. What are you hiding?” she teased. 

Veronica laughed and tried to keep her poker face intact. “Nothing exciting. Senior year grades are important if I want to get into Stanford, you know.”

Lilly pouted. “I don’t know why you can’t come to USC with me instead.”

Veronica rolled her eyes. “How about because Stanford is an amazing school? And I’d be lucky to get in? And I want to succeed instead of getting dragged to frat parties by you every night?”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. But seriously, I know you haven’t been just studying, Veronica. So what…or more like who…has been occupying your time? Please tell me it’s not my idiot brother?”

Veronica blanched. “Ugh, no. Not that again. I mean, I get why he broke up with me and everything, now that mom left and the whole story came out. But even with the paternity test proving I’m a Mars through and through, just…no. No way. Not going there again. He was too much of an asshole to me. I could never trust him again after the way he treated me, even if he did have his reasons. Besides, he’s still hung up on Meg.”

Lilly frowned and took on a softer tone. “How’s she doing? Any change?" 

Veronica shook her head sadly. 

"I liked her.”

Veronica nodded. “Who doesn’t? Hopefully she wakes up…”

Lilly nodded and sighed. “Anyway, someone still hasn’t answered my damn question, Veronica Mars. Who has been occupying your time? Don’t think I didn’t spot your blush earlier when I asked. No one takes studying that seriously, even you, Miss All A’s." 

Veronica shrugged and did her best to appear nonchalant. "Oh, no one special.”

“Oh, but there is someone? Do they go to Neptune? Anyone I know?”

Veronica shook her head and kept her mouth shut. “It’s nothing exciting, Lil.”

“Then why are blushing and so tight-lipped?”

Veronica sighed. “Let’s just say he’s not my…usual type. And things are going pretty well. But we’re kind of keeping things…between ourselves until we figure out what it all means.”

“So then I definitely know him.”

Veronica laughed in response.

Suddenly, Lilly’s face went slack. Veronica observed a look of dawning on her best friend’s features and watched as the corners of her mouth curled up into a smirk.

“Oh,” Lilly said simply. “I get it. I know who it is.”

Veronica blinked. “I sincerely doubt it.”

Lilly chuckled darkly under her breath. “Oh, I know it. I was wondering if this was going to happen. You two became such close friends last year after he lost his mom. Not that you weren’t already, but…yeah, I kind of saw this coming. I just thought you would at least tell me you were dating my ex-boyfriend, Veronica Mars!”

Veronica spluttered. “What? What makes you think…? And which one anyway, Lilly, you have so many ex-boyfriends….”

Lilly ignored her. “Well, this explains why for some reason both you and he were both busy at the same time last night when I came into town. You said you were tutoring freshman in math!”

This time it was Veronica that smirked. “Well, his math skills are about on that level, so really…”

Lilly threw her head back with laughter. “So how long have you been sleeping with Logan?”

Veronica gasped and turned a deep shade of pink. “What?! Lilly! I’m not…I haven't…I mean, okay, there’s been a fair amount of fooling around, but we haven’t actually…”

“Oh, but things are headed in that direction?” she teased. “He’s very good,” she conceded. “You picked your first well.”

Veronica gaped at her. “So you’re not…pissed? Upset? Furious with me for hooking up with your ex? I mean, I know you tend to be pretty carefree, Lilly, but let me just say I wasn’t expecting…this. Some screaming about betrayal of friendship, maybe.”

Lilly frowned. “Logan and I have been done for over two years. You know that. And okay, I wasn’t exactly thrilled by the idea, but seeing how close you two got last year…I kind of expected it. I guess it makes sense,” she said with a shrug. “Logan’s a romantic. It’s one of the reasons we were never gonna work. He’s a good boyfriend, just a needy one. But that kind of thing wouldn’t bother you like it bothers me. Plus, all that snarking you two did over the years was clearly becoming sexual tension after a while,” she added with an over-the-top eye-roll. 

“Was not,” Veronica muttered.

“Sure looked like foreplay,” Lilly disagreed.

“Yeah, that’s what he called it, too.”

Lilly simply laughed in response, then proceeded to entertain Veronica with tales of her most recent sexual misadventures and vivid descriptions of the hot guys she’s seen in the co-ed bathrooms. Then out of the blue, Veronica heard a very familiar laugh from across the hall. 

Lilly turned to Veronica and smirked. “Sounds like your boyfriend’s here.”

“Is that really surprising? He’s still Duncan’s best friend.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure Donut is going to take the news of your love affair just great.”

Veronica sighed. “Why did we have to go and fall for our best friend’s exes? Why are we making our lives more complicated than they need to be? I mean, are we kidding ourselves here, Lilly? It’s Logan Echolls. We’re radically different people.”

“Not so different, I think. You’re both loving and loyal and have a keen appreciation for my fabulousness.”

Veronica grinned. 

The laughter and voices were getting louder now, seemingly just outside their door, and Lilly glanced at Veronica with a mischevious smile. 

“HEY ECHOLLS!” she shouted, much to Veronica’s dismay, “GET YOUR ASS IN HERE AND SAY HELLO TO YOUR—”

“Lilly, don’t you dare finish that sentence like I think you’re going to…” Veronica said in a low, dangerous voice.

“–FRIENDS!” Lilly finished, raising her eyebrows at Veronica like she had no idea what her problem was.

The door swung open, and Logan stood there grinning expectantly, Duncan’s head peaking out from behind him. 

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the illustrious Lilly Kane, back from the hallowed halls of academia.”

The way his gaze slid quickly to Veronica wasn’t lost on either of the girls, nor was the little smirk he wore or the spark in his eyes when he looked at her. 

“Hey Donut,” Lilly started, “Would you do your favorite and only big sis a favor and go make some popcorn?”

Duncan rolled his eyes. “Do it yourself, Lil.”

“Fine, then I’m telling Mom about the time you broke the vase after you got drunk at–”

“Fine, fine! Always with the blackmail…” He headed downstairs and away from them.

Lilly’s lips spread into a cheshire grin. “Sit down, Logan.” She patted the space on the bed in-between her and Veronica.  “Let’s have a chat.”

Logan quirked a brow. “I’ll stand.”

“Suit yourself,” Lilly replied. “So tell me something…has my influence on Veronica left her as kinky in bed as I’d always hoped she’d be?”


Logan stared at them both with wide eyes. “Uh…”

Veronica collected herself and took a deep breath. She met Logan’s gaze, smiled, and shrugged. “Yeah, Lilly knows.”

His lips curled up. “Well, in that case…”

He took his intended seat on the bed between the pair of them, pulled Veronica against him, and kissed her passionately. 

Lilly blanched as the pulled apart after several moments. “As glad as I am that you’re bringing our little innocent friend here some sexual enlightenment, Echolls, I think that’s something I could go without seeing again for a while.”

“Sucks to be you then, Lils,” he smirked and pulled Veronica into his lap. “And trust me, she doesn’t need much enlightening. Some people just have a natural talent,” he leaned in and planted a kiss on his girlfriend’s neck. 

Veronica shook her head at both of them and climbed out of Logan’s lap, knowing the more clueless member of the Fab Four would be back soon, but stayed glued to Logan’s side. 

“I think that’s enough for today’s episode of Let’s Mortify Veronica,” she said, “But I’m sure there will plenty of time for more of that tomorrow.”

“And every day I’m here until I head back to school,” Lilly agreed. 

Veronica groaned and shook her head dispassionately. “I’m going to the bathroom, then let’s watch that movie we were talking about?” She squeezed Logan’s thigh and stood up. “Do try not to kill each other while I’m gone. I’d miss you both, and I’d really hate to be stuck with only Duncan for company.”

“That would indeed be tragic,” came Logan’s response, and Veronica exited the room.

Lilly turned to Logan with a serious look. “You get that if you hurt her…”

“You’ll rip my balls off and shove them down my throat?”

“Right in one.”

“Trust me, you’ve got nothing to worry about. That one,” he gestured to the door Veronica had just left through, “Is a keeper. I’m not stupid enough to mess up one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”

“Good, because you’d seriously regret it.”

“Don’t I know it,” he agreed, appearing wistful for a moment. “C'mon,” he stood up. “Let’s go get the movie set up. Wouldn’t want to keep my lady waiting.”


hi, my name is kim, and i am about to be a realist asshole ((spoilers under the cut but prob none havent been spreading like a wildfire in the hibike tags))

I LOVE REINA AND KUMIKO TOGETHER. i know people have been doing the ‘gal pal’ defense saying like ‘oh thats how girls act together’ n shit like that and no, we really dont. unless you have incredibly intimate feelings towards someone. i would NEVER so such an action like trace my best friend’s forehead, down to the nose, and linger for a second on the lips. i don’t think many girls would do that to regular friends unless they felt something more for them. so yes, i do think there is quite a bit of sexual and romantic tension between them, as well as a general big relief to their friendship that they can now talk normally now.


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“Yumms in the Tubbs”

When she came out from her room for a snack, she wasn’t prepared for a sobbing scythe boy.

“What’s wrong?”

A/N– me: crawls out of my hole in the ground, me: flings shit fic at u

insp by neko atsume that was introduced to me back on nov and has taken over my life to this v day. i haven’t written soma in roughly 3 months and this is what i come back with in my hands. take me away.

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The Long Way Home (1/?)

Title: The Long Way Home
Ship: Oliver/Felicity
Rating: T (for now)
Summary: Oliver is more famous for his womanizing ways than his band Green Arrow is for making music. Felicity agrees to help out a friend by going on tour with him to make a documentary on him.


A/N: This would be nothing more than a “please somebody write this” tag on a photoset if it weren’t for thecoolcheryl. Between her cheer leading, beta-ing, and thought having, I owe her a lot. Let me know what you guys think!

Felicity sighed, looking around the club for Tommy Merlyn’s face. She wasn’t sure why they had to meet at a club to discuss his idea. It seemed a little informal, and if it wasn’t for the fact that she trusted her brother, she would probably find it a little creepier. She wasn’t much for the club scene to begin with, and she was positive she stood out like a sore thumb next to the more hardcore Green Arrow fans. The appeal of Oliver Queen’s band was lost on her. Sure, some of his beginning work showed some promise, she might even still have his first CD somewhere in a box leftover from college, but he fame had gone to his head, at least that’s what it looked like as an outsider. Four arrests, multiple lawsuits, countless woman hanging off of him in pictures, all in less than five years. She could never figure out how he and Tommy could be best friends. Granted, she only knew Tommy through her brother, but she liked to think that she knew him well enough to know that he was a pretty decent guy.

Felicity felt a hand on her elbow. She immediately pulled her arm away from the person, turning around to look at him. Her eyes grew a little taking him in. He was tall, dark, and handsome, and his arms were quite large. She was really hoping he was with security and just wanted to check her ID.  “May I help you,” she asked, crossing her arms across her stomach.

“Are you Felicity Smoak?” The man smiled at her, and she felt her stomach ease up.

“No.” Felicity scrunched her eyebrows, why would security know her name.

“I’m Oliver Queen’s bodyguard. Tommy sent me out here to get you.”

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