stuff fanfiction does to me

Send me character(s)/a pairing + a number for a drabble!

Couldn’t find one that I hadn’t done/wanted to do, so here’s a drabble meme/prompt list of my own made of random one-word prompts, sentence starters, and AUs.

[your choice] means the person making requests can choose

Sentence Starters:

  1. “It’s been far too long.” 
  2. The phone rang at 4 AM in the morning.
  3. “I- I can’t breathe.”
  4. “Hello? Hello? You there?” 
  5. She couldn’t find it.
  6. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a flash of gold.
  7. “Please shut up before I strangle you with my very expensive scarf.”
  8. “What part of leave me alone don’t you get?”
  9. “Who do I have to beat up this time?”
  10. “He’s waiting for you, ma’am.”
  11. The clicking of heels against tile echoed in the hall.
  12. Where are you?” 
  13. “I’m coming.”
  14. “Let’s make a bet - you against me.”
  15. He narrowed his eyes.
  16. “Last time I checked, books didn’t try to bite off fingers.” 
  17. [your choice]

One-Word/Phrase Prompts

  1. the smell of rain
  2. sunshine
  3. a guitar
  4. a blade of legends
  5. seatbelt
  6. broke(n)
  7. mirror
  8. curse
  9. lips
  10. warm eyes
  11. puppies
  12. ballgowns
  13. royalty
  14. betrayal
  15. dark
  16. the end
  17. [your choice]


  1. superhero!AU
  2. bookstore!AU
  3. coffeeshop!AU
  4. coffeeshop in the bookstore!AU
  5. mermaid!AU
  6. next door neighbors!AU
  7. modern!AU
  8. role reversal!AU
  9. whoops i spilled coffee all over your new shirt!AU
  10. fuck i set my apartment on fire!AU
  11. let’s press this button!AU
  12. i desperately need money please buy a [choice product]!AU
  13. alto-soprano rivalry!AU (s/o to those who get this)
  14. you know there’s a no pets allowed rule right because there’s a dog in your fucking dorm!AU
  15. wait you’re a werewolf/witch/vampire/ghost/[your choice] and i didn’t notice until like, a year after we met???? AU
  16. you broke my heart! no really you broke the heart sculpture/model i was making for art class that’s due tomorrow fuCK KILL ME NOW! AU
  17. [your choice]

Feel free to send one in anytime! If you like it, go ahead and reblog for your own use - I don’t mind. Please don’t let this crash and burn or I will be a failure

I’m going to go ahead (for my use, feel free to adjust) no nsfw requests specifically! All prompts open to interpretation; feel free to request one again even if it’s already been sent!

Good luck, and have fun.


Count and Countess

For @hiddenpolkadots​, who wanted something cute and fluffy in canon-verse. Hope you like it!!

They’re out exploring when they discover it.

It’s a combination of chance and curiosity more than anything, honestly. Bellamy’s not sure they’re going to find anything of interest, but Clarke’s just so eager, and he likes spending time with her like this. Just the two of them, outside in the warm weather, the sun beaming down bright and lovely, with nothing but time.

“Just a little bit further,” she promises, not for the first time this past half hour.

“You don’t even know where we’re going,” Bellamy points out with a laugh. She glances back to shoot him a grin and he just rolls his eyes. It’s all the acceptance she needs, and she speeds up their trekking with renewed vigour.

“We’re going to find something,” she says, determined, and he simply laughs again. He’s pretty sure she could make something materialise out of nowhere if her will alone allowed it.

“If you say so,” he responds, fond but doubtful.

And of course they do find something, following the sound of water until they step out from the thick foliage of the forest and onto the open grassy riverbank. Something that takes his breath away.

A waterfall.

“Holy shit,” Clarke breathes out as she takes in the view before them.

It’s maybe twenty feet tall, the stream of water tumbling over a series of boulders and pooling at the bottom to meet a wide and gentle river. The water is gorgeous, blue and green and clear enough to see down to the riverbed, the pebbles and the plants and the fish swimming through it, and the surroundings are just as much. Moss-covered rocks and trees standing tall and large and flowers he doesn’t think he’s ever seen before in bright and gorgeous colours.

It’s beautiful, serene in a way Bellamy forgot Earth could be, with how much death and destruction it seems to have delivered them. But this place feels untouched and perfect, a small pocket of the world that right now, is all theirs. He wonders if they’re the first to witness it since the nuclear apocalypse. It feels that way. He and Clarke, together.

“We found something,” Clarke says after a long minute, voice full of wonder, and when Bellamy glances her way her smile is wide and her eyes are holding nothing but awe.

“You did, yeah,” he responds, knocking his shoulder with hers.

“I wouldn’t have if you didn’t agree to come,” she points out, pulling off her backpack and setting it down on the grass. When she looks at him she’s beaming, and he falls a little more in love with her, if that’s even possible. “We can go in, yeah?”

Bellamy’s lips tick up into an amused smile. “Doesn’t look like there are any mutant water animals living in here, does it?”

Clarke laughs, throwing her head back with it, and Bellamy can’t help but grin at the sight. He loves seeing her like this, unabashedly happy and without a care in the world. It makes his chest bloom with warmth.

They set themselves up quickly, Bellamy pulling out the small mat they brought and setting their bags down on it. They strip with little fanfare, each tugging off their clothes until they’re down to their underwear.

He’s seen Clarke naked hundreds of times by now, but still his eyes move to trace her body almost reverently. He loves every single part of her, from the swell of her stomach to the stretch marks on her hips, from the curve of her breasts to the mole above her lips. She’s smirking when he meets her gaze, teasing and a little smug like she always is when he gets lost at the sight of her.

“Stopping there?” She asks with a pointed look down, a challenge, and Bellamy snorts, raising an eyebrow as he pulls down his briefs. Clarke laughs, delighted, but he sees the way her eyes turn dark and a little mischievous, too. She steps out of her panties and unclasps her bra, letting them fall to the ground. Then, “Come on,” she says with a grin, offering him her hand.

He takes it, and together they walk to the river edge. It’s only a few feet deep, and they lower themselves down into it.

“Oh, wow,” Bellamy laughs. The water’s warm.

“Hot springs,” Clarke says, her laugh coming out surprised and delighted.

He steps further into the river slowly, and Clarke follows a second later. They wade around together for a while, just enjoying the feel of the water on their skin, of it turning their hair silky smooth, exchanging easy words and soft kisses. Their smiles never leave their faces. Bellamy can feel his widen each time Clarke laughs heartily, or squeals when he tickles her sides, or looks at him in amazement as she discovers something hidden in the depths of the water.

He’s so fucking in love with her it’s ridiculous.

“We should go under the waterfall,” she suggests after they’ve grown accustomed to the gentle flow of the river, to the warmth of the water around them and the sun shining from above. “Do you think it’ll be like a shower?”

“With about a hundred times the water, maybe,” Bellamy says, earning himself a splash in the face.

“Shut up,” Clarke mutters, although she can’t keep the smile off her face. She pulls him under before he even gets a chance to think twice about it, her laugh turning into a surprised squeak at the cool rush of water over them.

It’s falling heavily, but Bellamy can’t say he minds the feeling. There’s something refreshing in the way it runs from the top of his head down the planes of his body to meet the water below, leaving his skin prickling. Peaceful too, the white noise of rushing water pushing everything from his mind, leaving nothing but this feeling of content rooted deep in his chest right now and the girl who’s experiencing it with him.

She folds herself into his arms, and they stay like that for a few minutes, together under the cascade of the waterfall.

Eventually they make it back into the open river, after Clarke gets cold and lets Bellamy know by tugging on his arm and spitting a mouthful of water in his face. He sputters and she laughs, and he challenges her to a water fight, and she does the same with an underwater handstand competition. They splash each other and they race around this little, wonderful space they’ve found together. They talk and they laugh and they kiss and they get carried away on the riverbank for half an hour or so, until their faces are flushed red and they’re too exhausted to do anything more than just float on their backs and enjoy the sun.

And when that begins the set, turning the sky shades of pink and orange he knows Clarke would love to paint, she swims up to him. It’ll be getting dark soon, and they’ll need to make dinner and put up a tent, but right now his thoughts are only for Clarke, naked and gorgeous and wading through the water to meet him. She locks her legs around his waist and curls her arms around his shoulders, and he pulls her closer, loving the feeling of her right here, skin against skin.

“I told you this was a good idea.”

Bellamy chuckles lightly, closing his eyes. He can feel Clarke’s smile between them, knows it’s wide and bright and full of love. “You did. And it was.”

She hums, nosing at his neck. “I love you.”

“Yeah,” he says, sighing in content when she presses her lips to his shoulder. He feels so full with her, with this easy happiness and with this day and with this place they’ve found. It’s enough to feel like it’ll burst from his chest, so he just holds her tighter, closer, and presses his smile into her hair. “I love you too.”

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alyseb630  asked:

065: "Oh! Hey! Could you come and taste this to see if it's okay?" Marichat

i thought this up while craving cookies i hope ur proud alyse

established post-reveal marichat bc post-reveal love square is. the. b e s t.

Marinette is in the kitchen when she hears something land on the balcony. A moment later, Chat Noir traipses through the glass doors, walking around to kiss her cheek before dropping himself on the couch.

“Hi, rough night?” she says, smiling gently at him before taking her gaze back to whatever she’s mixing in a bowl.

“I still don’t get why you didn’t come to that dumb event.” He mutters, voice muffled by the throw blanket and pillow he’s hidden under. It’s not so late in the year that’s cold enough for him to make a pillow fort out of himself, but her kitty’s never cared for that.

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