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Happy Birthday smartalexy!

We are sorry to be posting this late, but we wish @smartalexy a happy birthday on the 7th of September. To help celebrate, the lovely @booksrockmyface has written a special Everlark fic just for you! We hope you enjoy it :)

Title: The Whole World Could Change in a Minute

Gift for: smartalexy        

Rating: M (alcohol use, mild language, and talk of a sexual nature)

Trigger warning: There’s some vodka drinking involved.

Author’s note: I hope this friends to lovers fic finds you well on your birthday! Happy happy day! Title comes from the Sugarland song Want To.


Peeta let out a frustrated groan as he followed Katniss into the next store. She didn’t like shopping much either, but Prim had made some very specific requests about the dress code for her wedding party. Being the supportive best friend he was, Peeta had agreed to accompany Katniss on her search for possible dresses. This was the fifth store.

“Is this periwinkle?” Katniss asked as she picked up a dress from the nearest rack.

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La Curiosité du Chat (08/?)

Part 08: C’est une Fête
Words: 3,579
Rating: T
Summary: When both Marinette and Ladybug take a trip to China to visit family at the same time, Adrien finds it to be a coincidence that’s impossible to ignore. He’s determined to figure out if his suspicions are correct, but what’s a cat to do when his curiosity gets him into more trouble than he bargained for? Well, it’s complicated - especially where feelings are concerned.

(In which there was supposed to be Ladrien, but Adrien’s conflicted feelings took over. Note that ‘football’ is used in the European context in this chapter, ie: soccer.)

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Adrien was far more nervous than he had a right to be.

He gripped his phone tightly as he stood in his bedroom, having just returned from his photoshoot. Taking a deep breath, he did his best to calm his nerves as he ran over the facts – or at least, what he believed to be the facts.

One: Marinette Dupain-Cheng was his friend.

Two: Marinette Dupain-Cheng may or may not be Ladybug.

Three: He thought Marinette Dupain-Cheng was really pretty with her hair down.

Four: He had been texting Marinette Dupain-Cheng all week.

That afternoon upon her balcony, he had told Marinette to text him simply for the reason that he knew ‘Adrien’ would be unable to pick up the phone. As Chat Noir, he was comfortable admitting it had been a selfish decision on his part. He wanted the chance to actually speak with the girl he was becoming increasingly fascinated by, not be reduced to listening to a fumbled voicemail message that he already would have heard once.

But that one text had turned into two, which had then become four, eight, and sixteen – at this point, he had stopped counting. That is, if he’d ever been counting in the first place. The thought hadn’t actually occurred to him when he’d gotten home that evening to see the text from her waiting among his unread messages.

I can’t call rn, it had read, but the party will be at my house :)

He’d laughed. Considering how long it had taken her to write out the text, he’d expected to find a veritable paragraph, not just a single sentence with an emoticon – an emoticon, not an emoji – at the end. As he’d typed out his reply, he’d wondered which part of the simple sentence had caused her such hesitation.

As it turned out, Marinette was just an extremely slow texter. It made him feel almost guilty about replying to her messages within seconds sometimes when she would take minutes or even hours to get back to him in return. Was he being too forward? In all honesty, he’d never been this excited to talk to anyone except … Ladybug.

Well, if his suspicions were true, he supposed that made sense.

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anonymous asked:

Could you please write a drabble on number 15 on the ship Gruvia?

Number 15: Kiss in the Rain

It was raining.

Gray sighed, setting down his drink on the bench. The warm water didn’t block the sun, so it could be called a sunshower rather than rain. A warm, spring sunshower.

Those didn’t spring up whenever.

Sighing, the black haired man stood, leaving his beverage alone as he approached the bakery that was across the street. From there, he would figure out the sudden shower that had others running for cover.

The answer was standing before the glass case of beautifully decorated cakes and desserts, her long blue hair nearly reaching the small of her back.

“Juvia, what’s up?” Gray asked as he watched her slump over the case, revealing the apologetic look of the baker assistant.

The rain woman sniffled, looking over her shoulder to gaze tearfully into his eyes. “G-Gray-sama-” She uttered softly, wiping at the moisture in the corner of her eyes. “T-They…sold out of the kind of cake Gray-sama likes. How can Juiva get the perfect cake for Gray-sama’s birthday?!”

The woman was reduced to shivering sobs, making quite a spectacle in the bakery. Swallowing, Gray quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her back out into the street with gentle tugs.

The warm rain continued to fall, giving her loose hair a sheen of sparkling droplets. Her eyes stared up at him in curiosity, and with a small smirk, Gray leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

She tasted of rain and sweets, no doubt from the free samples she always took advantage of when she thought he wasn’t looking. She gave a little sigh before pressing closer to him, the rain lessening around them.

“I don’t need a cake for my birthday.” He said after he pulled away, savoring her blush and shy glances away from his face. “You taste sweet enough for me.” He added with a low whisper before taking her lips again, the rain stopping and leaving puddles scattered throughout the street.