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FF15 | Halloween Headcanons

I know we have a bit (okay a lot) before Halloween and all but where I work all that stuff is out already and I’m totally ready for it!. I love Halloween. So I am doing headcanons for costumes and their favorite candies!

Tagging: @stephicness @stunninglyignis @zacklover24 @roses-and-oceans @miss-scientia @misssarahdoll @rubyphilomela @mistressoli @neko-otaku13 @blondechocobobutt @waifuthewhite @mandakatt @insomniacapples @insomniasix @fieryfantasy @alicemoonwonderland @ardyns-jabberwocky @sweetchocobae @chocobabyporcelain @nykamito @nyxswaifu @zimmer2d @cagedbycravings @xnoctits @ffxvhoe  @valkyrieofardyn @sheylann @lady-asuka @prettyprompto @shiroce @eternallydaydreaming2015

Noctis: Noctis wants to dress up as a vampire lord but he’s quite too tired to put all the effort into it. (Ignis told him he’s on his own for this.) So he opts for something Prompto had joked about. Noctis goes as The Dude from Big Lebowski, he forgoes the wig and just ruffles up his hair and wears a pair of Gladiolus’ sunglasses. He’s comfy, in costume and he can go to bed in it a win-win for the sleepy prince. Noctis favorite candies Reese Peanut Butter Cup and Hersey Kisses.

Prompto: Classic Nerd costume would be something Prompto would choose because sure he’s nerdy but he’s more punk than nerd. He would make sure it is all kitsch nerd things like pocket protector, broken glasses (he has a pair of real ones that way) pants that are too short and slick his hair back and make it look a bit greasy. He would be even tempted to do fake braces for the day. Prompto’s favorite candies are Twix Bars and Dots.

Gladiolus: He would dress up as Super Saiyan Goku. (He would definitely have Noctis style his hair for him.) Of course Gladiolus would be shouting out “Kamehameha!!! Kamehameha!!!” a lot of the time because he can. Payday and Snickers are his favorite candies to get, he’ll trade all of his candies for them. 

Ignis: He would dress up as Alton Brown, Ignis likes to be a bit unique for his costumes having people often asking him who he’s suppose to be. “Why I’m a famous chef on t.v who does crazy experiments as well.” It’s also something that can be re-used for normal everyday wear. (I’m just like Ignis for this…)  His favorite candies would be Twizzlers and M&Ms.

Ravus: His is paired with Lunafreya as sibling costume. Ravus would dress up as a Devil (think of Azazel from Rage of Bahamut style) to pair with his younger sister.  He will carry a Trident though the thing is it’s a real one he took it from Lunafreya. Ravus’ favorite candies are Smarties and Skittles.

Nyx: Jack Skellington instead of a mask he wears face paint to seal the outfit. Nyx can sing all the songs that Jack is in and in perfect pitch. He’s even known to pretend to be just a skeleton to startle people in haunted houses. Nyx is a big fan of Three Musketeers and Sour Patch Kids for candies.

Lunafreya: To pair with Ravus Lunafreya dress up as a Angel. It would be long and flowy looking with wings and a halo. (Aranea picks on her saying she should have gone with a sexy angel outfit instead) Her favorite candies is literally the ones that no one wants to eat, she’s not picky.

Aranea: Sexy witch including corset, pointy hat and the lance is decorated like a broom. (she’ll never part with her lance) Her outfit isn’t very functional but it does look good on her and she generally wins the contests. Her favorite candies are Toblerone and Crunch bars.

Iris: Iris dresses up as a zombie and her make up for it is on point every time. It looks like a professional did it with high grade make ups, she swears she just did it with cheap stuff in five minutes. Younger kids get scared of her costume and tend to cry so she does something to make them laugh to make it better. Iris prefer scaring the older kids not the little tykes. Iris loves the popcorn balls and candy corn. (but not the pumpkin shaped ones)

Ardyn: Ardyn would dress up like Oscar the Grouch in his trash can, he heard some random joke flying around the Empire about him being some sort of trashy man. He decided they were to call him trash he would become trash. He would put away the beloved hat to use the lid of the trash can for a hat. Ardyn’s favorite candies are lollipops and candied apples.

A Mother's Love.

Summary: Sam’s and Dean’s 16 year old sister has found herself pregnant and has hid it for 16 weeks. Now that the secret it out, the roof is caving in and they must figure out what to do with this large surprise.

Continuation of this imagine!

Warnings: slut shaming, cursing, arguing, Dean being Dean while he’s angry. Angst. Mentions of abortion.

Will be another part so keep an eye out!

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Warning: Implied/Referenced Drug Use

Levi hated losing bets. He rarely ever lost courtesy of his dear uncle, but this year, all it took was his misplaced faith in a racehorse named “Jean” during the Qatar Prix de l’Arc de Triomphe for him to end up being at the mercy of the scheming, shitty, four-eyed freak known as Hange Zoe.

There had been a raffle draw, and Levi’s dare was to decorate his house for the Halloween season and give out some sweets to the trick-or-treaters.

It was better than what Erwin had done on Valentine’s a few years back, when he had to sniff the armpit of every man in the pub just because he revealed his hand too early (It was a historical event) to Mike. Hange still had photos of the event saved in their so-called “family album.”

The problem was that Levi wasn’t too keen on giving out the only sweets he had. Candy didn’t exactly come at a cheap price, and he definitely wasn’t going to spend his entire salary buying new ones to cater to some brats’ sugar rush.

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things the signs remind me of

aries: long days, sunburns, sweaty black tshirts, pocky, freckles 

 taurus: leather, air freshener, low battery, air-dried beach hair 

gemini: pitter-patter of rain, solo cups, thick, pillow-y comforters, red matte lipstick 

 cancer: messy & bumpy bun, betrayals, the 90’s, stargazing 

 leo: bonfires, hand lotion, colored contact lenses, picnics , spinning tops, sour candy

virgo: hand sanitizer, hair gel, twix candy bars, pervy jokes, compassion, ignorance

libra: victoria secret perfume, mothers, vans (the shoes, haha), heavily filtered pictures,  summer nights, good advice

scorpio: confidence, pale skin, violets, confusion, halloween, light switches

sagittarius: oversized tees, baseball tournaments, brotherly love, light hair, netflix marathons wrapped in blankets, age gaps

capricorn: rice krispies, furnaces, jelly babies, grunge, schedules, wet towels

aquarius: mismatched socks, bitten nails, frizzy & stylish hair, fall out boy, binging episodes of your favorite show, emojis

pisces: tattoos, axe spray, gentle caressing, laser tag, pool dips, clouds

Never let me go.

Au; Im so so sorry i haven’t posted but i really needed to take time off to get myself in check and figure out my life a bit. I’m glad to be back!

Paring: Soda X Reader

Warnings: None!

Type of writing: Fluuuuuuufffff

Four hours.

That’s 240 minutes. 14,400 seconds that you had lost with him.

the airport was a daze of crazy. Hazy eyes stumbled around, jet lagged. People raced to their flights, not even regarding you and bumping you to the point where your shoulders, a common bumping spot, ached.

You had always known Holidays at an airport were crazy but, this was something else. Your ears had rung from people yelling in your ears and around you. Not to mention the fact that you were frisked for having headphones in your pocket that you completely forgot about.

Why did they have to delay this flight out of all flights? Did they understand that he would be on that flight?! The most bravest and sweetest guy you ever knew. You sat in a chair at the gate sipping from your coffee. You never imagined yourself to huddled in a stuffy airport on a Saturday morning snuggling yourself in your cardigan and using the last of your money to buy coffee at 3:53 Am. You scrolled through pictures of you and him. His eyes, the soft one’s you fell for were just filled with curiosity and pooled with greatness. You knew he would make something of himself. You had always believed that.Starring at the photo you began to loose yourself in your thought’s and the photo became a blur.

You jolted upright when you heard the screeching of a golf cart go by in a desperate need of oil for the brakes. You couldn’t help the lazy grin that spread across the face as you thought about him. He could fix that, no problem.

Your phone had zero messages and the time now read 5:13 Am. You looked at your cold coffee and you felt your stomach twist. You rose from your seat and grabbed your backpack. You walked around to wake yourself up a bit and stopped at one of the tiny shops. You smiled softly at the lady at the counter and purchased a water along with a twix candy bar. The total was 8.50. You cursed yourself at the outrageous airport prices, paid and left. You held your backpack by the strap at the top instead of around your shoulders- they hurt from the weight and the already mentioned bumping. You hadn’t realized how far you walked until you began approaching the gate. You noticed the flight boarding next to you and looked at the passengers with curiosity when a pair of sparkling, soft eyes met yours. They were the eyes you knew by heart- the ones you had fallen in love with. You stared for a second before you could process what was happening. 

Sodapop lived- Soda was home.

you dropped your bag and took off in a full sprint jumping up on the guy you missed oh so much. Your legs wrapped around his torso and your arm around his neck while you hid your face in his shoulder, letting tears fall from your eyes. His strong,comforting hand rested on your lower back- oh god, you ,missed his hands and what it felt like to feel them against your skin. You missed everything.

“Your alive.” you gasped.

“I told you i was coming back- I couldn’t leave my best girl.” he whispered soothingly in your ear.

His voice made you melt- You remembered waking up next to him and how he would whisper corny but sweet things in your ears. Now you didn’t have to imagine it because Soda was right in front of you- holding you.

“Your mine, Sodapop Curtis. No one is ever taking you away from me again.” You whispered.

“Never.” he agreed.

“Never let me go.” you finally looked at him and almost cried harder. His face that you missed looked the same. His jawline was sharp as ever, his long nose had its very little curve in the front that you would only notice if you had spent much time with him, his hair was positioned had it always had been.

Then there was parts of him you didn’t recognize. He was growing some scruff, not having time to shave while fighting you our country. He was skinnier and more pale. The muscle was still there but there was more muscle than anything else. His baby cheeks were gone, the constant blush in them had dissapeared and his eyes- Oh no, his wonderful eyes. They were easily the same as the ones you fell in love with but they had something else. They were darker. His pupils were wider- he was exposed to more. Sdapop knew about loss. He lost his parents and his best buddies but he never lost them by watching them wither in pain and screaming for mercy or chocking on their own blood. He never seen a man cut in two or more pieces. Sodapop had been exposed. He was tough- he knew what a hard life was and he lived in one but this..This was something else. This was the devil’s work- Corrupting the mind’s of the innocent.

You had read about stories of soldiers coming back from the war and you realized what was going to happen. Soda would wake up in the middle of nights afraid, he would jump at sounds and he would never like guns.

“Doll?” he looked at you, his brow raised.

“I love you.” You sad this without even stuttering like you both always had. This required no thought, This wasn’t something you said because you thought it was normal and you had no clue what else to say. It wasn’t because you wanted him to know that you weren’t planning on loosing him. This was genuine- and he knew it.

“I love you too- more than the moon and the sky and the plane that brought me back to you.”

“Even if it is late.”you smiled.

“Even if it was.” he smiled.

You then noticed the group of people watching you and soda with bright smiles.

“People are starring..” Soda chuckled.

“Because of you_ of what you id, Of who you became and what you sacrificed for us all.” you smiled at him.

“Your my everything, Y/n.”

“Never let me go, Soda.”

“Never.”

It’s time for #WhatsInEddiesPack !

Five (5) latex-free bandaids in various sizes

Fifteen (15) regular sized latex bandaids

Three (3) smaller latex bandaids

Four (4) circular latex bandaids

Seven (7) packets of alcohol wipes for cleaning cuts

Two (2) metal clips that fell off of an ace bandage wrap a while back

Six (6) sticks of gum

Two (2) candy bars ( Twix and Hersey)

Ten (10) spearmint hard candies

Two (2) tissue packs

One (1) bottle that has various pain killers inside (no one is allowed to take any out on their own except for Stan. He and I seem to be the only ones that can tell all the pills apart)

One (1) box of cigarettes, half empty, with a lighter inside that Richie and Bev keep hiding in there

One (1) crumbled up beanie that mike wears on his bike when it’s cold

One (1) nearly folded piece of paper that has a picture bill drew for me ten months ago after I came out

And:

$23.58 in cash

OH GOSH I JUST REMEMBER THIRD GRADE

Okay I had really bad anxiety back then but there was this little book I would write in during class and it made me feel so much better.

I wrote about two girls, I think they were called Molly and Sally? 

I don’t remember most of the story but I think they climbed a beanstalk and went to the clouds and found some fairies. The fairies couldn’t talk and were like babies really, a lot like the ones from Ojamajo Doremi.

They took a fairy home with them. The fairy’s name was Twix, which I named after my favorite candy bar.

Twix had magic and would sometimes cause magical things to happen. She liked to help but usually made things worse, which made her sad.

I think I remember one part in particular where they gave Twix a bath?

I eventually threw the book in the trash because I was so embarrassed about it. I really wish I still have it.

But you know what? I really want to make OCs named Molly, Sally, and Twix now. But since Twix is copyrighted, I might change it to Trick.

decadent-trans-girl  asked:

potion lollipop pentagram

also, teacup

  • potion: something you’d change about humanity

add more words for different emotions

  • lollipop: some of your favorite candy

gummy bears, milk candy, twix bars

  • pentagram: your faith or spirituality

i sometimes forget that people unironically go to church

  • teacup: some of your favorite beverages

pmt, lemonade, ginger ale

Maximoff Twins One Shot - Sleepover

“Who ate all the twix candy bars??” Natasha demanded from the kitchen. “Wanda did!!” you scream out holding up your hands in defense as Wanda goes to smack you. “Wanda!! Just wait till I get up there!!” Natasha yelled back as you giggle. It was a rare event at the Stark Tower. The girls were having a classic all girls sleepover.Cute pjs, fluffy pillows and non stop romantic comedys. A well over due day where the topic isn’t Hydra and missions but boys and junk food. You and Wanda were busy trying to decided on which movie to watch when there was a knock on the door. “Password??” You call out. “Uhhh… Kittens??” “PIETRO!!” Wanda screams. “Go away this a girls night not an avengers night.” Wanda opens the door a bit to stick her head out. “Oh come on… You three are in here having a good time while I am stuck with Steve and Bucky’s war stories for the 10th time and Tony complaining about which car he should buy next…” Pietro pleaded. “Too bad… Go hang out with Thor or something.” She slams the door before he can make another attempt. You giggle as Wanda plops down on the bed. “I swear that brother of mine has it bad…” Wanda sighs. “What do you mean??” You pry putting the dvd into the tray. Wanda just smiles and shakes her head. You wouldn’t understand. Again there was a knock at the door. “Password??” Wanda calls out once again. “Password.” Natasha answers back. You go to open the door for your friend. “Oooo ice cream.” You squeal seeing the arm full of goodies that Natasha had scavenged from the kitchen. As you were about to close the door you see Pietro staring at you. “You heard your sister.” You smirk leaning on the door frame. Pietro keeps staring at you in your silk pjs. “Pietro??” You wave your hand in front of his face. “I’m sorry what??” Pietro jerks out of his daze. “Uhh… (Y/N) I… I was just… Yeah Steve I’m coming…” Pietro calls out to Steve who clearly never said anything from the other room. “Bye…” Pietro runs his hands over his blushed face as you watch him walk down the hall mumbling to himself. “Weird…” You mutter closing the door. Behind you Natasha and Wanda bust out laughing. “What did I miss??” You smile sitting down with your friends to claim some of the junk food. “You and Pietro…” Wanda calms down her laughing taking a deep breath. “What about us??” You ask giving them a confused look. “Girl he clearly had the hots for you… His face went bright red when he saw you in your nightie.” Natasha laughs thinking back to his face. “Really??” You question a slight blush coming up on your own cheeks. “Seriously?? You’re the first thing he ever mentions in any conversation… He has it bad for you.” Wanda rolls her eyes. “Wait are you blushing?? Do you have a crush on him??” Natasha presses as she notices you fiddling with the hem of your shorts. “Uh… I don’t want to… You know…” You try to find you words. “You do oh my gosh that is so cute!!” Wanda smiles. You three continue to gush over your mutual crush not knowing that Pietro was smiling like an idiot with his ear pressed to door hearing the whole conversation. 


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Olicity Fic Reblog with Bonus

Happy Halloween..or shall I say Happy Hall-Olicity?

I am reblogging my recent Olicity Halloween Fic tonight and to celebrate, I have tacked a little treat after the story. I would put it here at the beginning, but it would spoil the surprise. Hope you don’t mind clicking on it again.

There had been an uneasy, almost-peace between Oliver and John Diggle since the former returned to Star City. Words of absolution had not been spoken by the stoic man, but the two had been syncing up a little better as a team and John’s steely glances at Oliver had softened in a way.

This detente had been encouraged by their smarter, wiser halves. Oliver was reticent to push John into being any friendlier than he felt comfortable, so invitations to beers and football viewing were not yet extended. Meanwhile, Lyla worked on Diggle, reminding him regularly that he should let it go and move on, as she had.

Friday night had been an exciting one. Too exciting. Oliver, as usual, was grateful that he could still depend on Digg’s instincts and solid judgment out in the field when he was ambushed by several thugs down by the docks. Digg arrived just in time to take on two men himself, allowing Oliver the opportunity to finish off two more without sustaining any injuries himself. When the fight was over, the two men nodded silently to each other and went their separate ways.

–>>>

The next morning was marked by a cool chill which meant that Felicity sought out Oliver’s warmth as she stirred. Nuzzled against his shoulder, she mused that he was like one of those great memory foam pillows that conforms to your shape, but only better – because of the heat, and the skin, and the arms, and the hot mouth that made her moan until the late hours. Basically everything. Pillows were overrated. Loving boyfriends were actually the best.

“Are you excited?” Oliver whispered against her loose blonde hair, as he wrapped his free arm around her and rolled her into little spoon position.

“Not as excited as you, I suspect.”

“You think that’s all I think about,” he sighed, wearing a lazy smile.  Heavy lids covered his blue eyes.

“Well, unless you brought your toy light saber to bed last night, I would say my instincts are correct.” Felicity shifted her back against his front for the sake of demonstration and met…impressive resistance.

“Fe-li-ci-ty. The light saber is not a toy, it is a scale replica for my Obi-Wan Kenobi costume.”

“Oliver, you are much more excited about Halloween than I expected.” She’d seen it. He looked like a kid when his Jedi robes arrived in the mail and he had actually bought decorations. “Particularly for someone who dresses up every night in a hood and mask.”

“Exactly,” he countered. “Tonight, I wear a costume and I don’t have to cover my face. I don’t chase bad guys or shoot anybody with arrows. Just drink wine with my girlfriend, eat caramel apples, give out candy to adorable little kids while wearing a cool costume, then turn off the lights, watch scary movies and cuddle with previously mentioned girlfriend.”

“You have a really idyllic picture of Halloween, don’t you?”

“Yeah. Reminds me of when I was a kid. Tommy and I had so much fun. I remember when we finally got to go out trick or treating together at night by ourselves, we felt so grown up. It was a first taste of independence.”

“Favorite candy?”

“Twix bars. Tommy liked Snickers, so we’d trade at the end of the night.”

“Han Solo,” Felicity murmured quietly.

“Hmm?”

“Han Solo is your favorite, but you’re going as Ben Kenobi. I’m guessing Tommy went as Han, didn’t he?”

“Three years straight. He loved the vest and wearing the laser blaster. Han was his thing.” Oliver closed his eyes and pulled Felicity even closer, eliciting a quiet moan.

“So, you’re Obi-Wan. The more mature and experienced man now.”

“I guess. Now, let me introduce you to the ways of The Force, Ms. Smoak.” He started placing open kisses on her shoulder and pressed his groin against her soft thighs, eliciting a squeak.

“Just to be clear. You’re the young, hot Ewan McGregor Kenobi, not the elder Alec Guinness version, right?” Oliver couldn’t see the perplexed expression on her face.

“Mmm hmm.” He moved her hair away from her neck and continued his worship. “I can’t wait to see your costume. I still haven’t guessed what it is yet. Any hints?”

“Oliver, so far, you have only guessed stereotypical chick costumes. I’m disappointed. Sexy lady cop and sexy French maid were particular low-lights. Some girls might like to dress like strippers for Halloween, but I’m not one of them. I like my costume to be kind of aspirational.”

“So, sexy Madame Curie it is, then.” This elicited a guffaw from his girl, which was the best. Making her laugh was his goal whenever possible. He loved the way her blue eyes sparkled.

Using his considerable skills, Oliver shifted them quickly so that Felicity was on her back, looking up with a breathless smile, and he was nestled in his favorite spot above her. Oliver lowered he forehead to rest it on hers.

“You sure you shouldn’t be a ninja tonight?” Felicity asked with a chuckled, then pressed her lips together in anticipation.

“Jedis are much better in bed than ninjas. Everybody knows that.”

“Oh, they are, huh?” She smiled until Oliver’s mouth made contact with hers. For the record, he made every effort to prove his point for the next hour. It might have gone on longer, but as Felicity explained vehemently…coffee dammit.

–>>>

The day was a whirlwind of Halloween rituals which were so plentiful that chores had to be delegated. With the afternoon setting in, Oliver was tasked with cleaning and then carving the Jack O Lantern because Felicity and knives were an unthinkable combination. Meanwhile, the CEO set out to procure candy, movie-watching food and beverages and a few last minute items.

When Felicity returned to the apartment some time later, overloaded with bags, Oliver rushed from the kitchen clad in jeans and a pumpkin-smeared apron to relieve her burden.

“Felicity! You should have called me to come down and help you. Wow, you bought out the stores.”

“You’re lucky,” she chuckled, handing over a few bags. “I was thisclose to buying an inflatable dragon. Flapping wings and everything.”

“What stopped you?” Oliver placed the bags on the couch.

“Nine feet tall.” She pouted and shook her head. Oliver enveloped her in his arms.

“Ouch. Yeah. One day when we have a yard again that’s the first thing we get.”

“Yup.” Felicity enjoyed the embrace and then, as usual, her sad mood lifted to one of sunny happiness. “I did get you something.”

Now, a blonde genius on a mission, she began digging through her bags until… “Aha! Close your eyes. Hands out.”

Oliver complied with a sigh as Felicity placed a box on his compliant palms.

“Open.” Oliver’s lids parted and a smile dominated spread across his lips. “That’s right. Entire box of full size Twix. Just for you. Better go hide it while I put the groceries away. It’s 6:00.”

“Yes!” Oliver gave her a grateful smooch and ran off with the box calling, “I love you, Felicity Smoak.”

Felicity moved to grab the food bags.

“By the way, Thea’s out for the night. Some party,” he called from the bedroom.

“I figured she would want to spend it with friends.”  Then Felicity’s phone rang, interrupting her.

–>>>  

An hour later, Oliver was dressed as a rather convincing Ben Kenobi. His heavy tan and brown robes swished as he moved to light the last of the black taper candles he’d placed around the room. The large pumpkin he spent the afternoon carving was set on a little table facing the front door, accompanied by a bowl of candy. Oliver examined the contents – a good selection of miniature chocolate bars, Tootsie Pops, Pixie Stix and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.

His back was turned when he heard the distinct sound of Felicity clearing her throat. Oliver turned toward her and his face froze. More accurately, everything froze. Except his eyes. Oliver could still blink and it seemed that particular reflex was taking over.

Felicity waited for him to speak, but he didn’t say a word. Her boyfriend just stood there, blinking.

“Oliver. I’m Wonder Woman. Please say something.”

Oliver nodded and tried to conceive of words that would result in a sentence.

“Wow.” With that utterance out of the way, the reformed playboy quickly crossed the room in order to better inspect her costume. Yes, it fit just fine. He admired the red bustier with the golden eagle wings that adorned and complemented her breasts. In the back, her glorious backside was covered in blue and white stars. The satiny tights. The hot red boots. Everything was just perfect.

“Are you finished frisking me with your eyes, Mister Queen?”

“Hell no.” Oliver lied as he noted that her costume included the gold cuffs and the lasso. Felicity’s hair was down, but fluffed to perfectly frame the signature Wonder Woman gold tiara with the star in the center. “I thought you were anti-sexy costume. Not complaining.”

“I am anti-sexy costume when it’s just gratuitous. Sexy pirate. Sexy Raggedy Ann.” Felicity watched as Obi Wan Kenobi circled her once more. “Wonder Woman is sexy…thank you…but she’s also a hero, Oliver.”

“You are my hero every day, Felicity.” Oliver reached out for her hand and kissed it, then rubbing his stubbled cheek against her knuckles. Felicity beamed at him. God she was beautiful on the outside, but it was her spirit that took his breath away.

Before Oliver could ask what kind of plans she had for the lasso, the doorbell rang. The two looked at each other and grinned. Showtime.  Felicity headed to greet their trick or treaters while Oliver rushed to the candy bowl. He turned when the door swung open and was surprised to see a familiar face.

Lyla Diggle stood in front of the door, smiling, dressed in a cheerleader costume. Not “sexy cheerleader” as she explained earlier to her husband. Just an every day, respectable cheerleader with a pony tail and a megaphone on her sweater. While John appreciated her clarification, he had reminded her that she was sexy no matter what she wore. This was the perfect response.

Oliver made eye contact with Lyla and was delighted when her smile didn’t fade. She looked genuinely glad to see him.

“Lyla!” Felicity squealed. They watched the woman nod and move to the side of the doorway. Then, the doorframe was filled by a massive figure. An old school Dracula, complete with a cape and very large biceps.

Oliver was startled to see Digg in their doorway. He smiled warmly at his friend and then looked down to see little Sara Diggle nestled in the crook of her father’s arm. Then Oliver’s breath caught. She was wearing a little green sweatshirt with a hood, a green skirt and her eyes were decorated in green makeup. The little girl clutched a plastic jack o lantern bucket. Oliver moved closer, looking incredulously from Sara’s sweet face to her proud Daddy.  

It was a charged moment. The gravity of it nearly crushed Oliver as he considered how he almost destroyed this beautiful family. They were precious and he wanted to spend the rest of his life assuring them that he respected their bond and would keep them safe.

The expression Oliver found on Digg’s face was like his own version of the Mona Lisa – a sly, knowing smile. Complicated warmth. His deep voice broke the tension that was building in the Green Arrow’s mind.

“I think you might recognize this little vigilante.”

Oliver’s eyes had filled with tears by this point. He tried not to blink and send them running down his face. Instead, he quickly wiped them with his voluminous sleeve. Then he tilted his head to study her.

“She’s beautiful, Digg. And so big now.” Oliver hadn’t seen the little girl since that terrible night he left her alone in her crib. Digg watched the reverence on the younger man’s face and how he rubbed his hands nervously along his thighs.

“Oh, yeah, she’s a badass, this one,” Digg chortled. “Her path of destruction around our house rivals yours in Star City on any given night.”

Oliver looked down at the girl again. She looked up at him sweetly. “Dude,” she whispered.

“Like I said. Badass. She likes trick or treating.”

Oliver grinned broadly while Lyla and Felicity exchanged knowing glances.

“Wait, I’ll be right back!” Oliver darted into the other room for a moment.  

“Hey you guys…please come inside! How about a glass of wine?” Felicity began moving towards the kitchen before they answered, confident that the Diggle family would make their way inside for refreshments. She was right, of course. A moment later, Lyla was joining her in choosing a meaningful bottle to open.

Oliver returned to find Diggle father and daughter inside. He approached the pair and slipped one of his Twix bars into her orange bucket.

“Full size. Back to your billionaire ways, I see,” the man smirked. Whoa. That’s some jack o lantern you’ve got there.” Diggle was understating. The pumpkin was carved expertly and resembled the Deathstar quite accurately.

“Apparently all the whittling I did on the island was good practice for pumpkin carving.”

Digg nodded. “Looks different in here.”

“Yeah. It’s a lot more like a home now with Felicity. We have throw pillows and pictures up everywhere.”

Diggle turned his attention to the bank of windows that formed the fourth wall of the room. Star City glittered outside.

“You’re one lucky man, Oliver.”

“I know, Digg.” Oliver moved toward the area of the room that seemed to take his former partner’s attention.  

“Not because you have throw pillows, Oliver. Or because you have this slammin’ view of the city. I’m talking about how your girlfriend is dressed up like Wonder Woman.” Digg deadpanned, as usual, eliciting a belly laugh from Oliver. It had been a long time since they had shared a moment like this. Suddenly, he was filled with hope that there might be more in the future.

Little Sara observed as the man in the robe clapped his hand on her Daddy’s shoulder and squirmed.

–>>>

“I think it finally clicked in John’s head this morning. With kids you have to live in the moment and think about the future. Being stuck on things that happened in the past doesn’t help them. In a way it’s selfish.”

“What about the costume, which is adorable by the way.”

“A last minute idea of John’s,” Lyla told Felicity as they waited for the wine to breathe. “I don’t know how he talked her into it. She was supposed to be Elsa all day today.”

“Daddy’s girl.” Felicity smiled as she unwrapped a cheese plate and set it on the counter.  

“That’s right,” Diggle’s voice stated plainly as he strode into the kitchen, unwrapping a chocolate and popping it into his mouth. “I hope that wine pairs well with a peanut butter cup.”

“Somebody’s fancy,” Lyla replied, drawing her man close to her.

“Well, I am pretty sure there isn’t any beer that goes with a peanut butter cup, so…”

“Baby, what’s Sara up to?”

“Yeah, John. I’m afraid we aren’t exactly baby-proof around here.”

“It’s okay.” John exhaled, relaxing into the moment. “She’s safe.” He tilted his head toward the living room.

Curious, Felicity walked around the counter and stopped in the doorway when she saw what was happening in the next room.

Oliver stood by the windows, gently swaying. His strong arms held Sara Diggle, who was currently exploring the rough beard that covered his jaw with tiny fingers. He mouthed the word “dude” like he was repeating her. That would be his name for the foreseeable future, since Oliver was hard to pronounce. He looked up from the little girl’s face and caught Felicity smiling at him. He nodded and returned his gaze to his little doppelganger. She reached toward the windows and he shifted closer so she could see the city, safe in his arms. 

THE END.

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Treat. A not-scary at all Olicity Halloween Fic (T)

Boo, everybody! I love Halloween and wanted to make something to get everybody through the next day as we wait for the new episode. 

Read the full fic beneath the fold or read the whole thing on A03

TREAT.

by quiveringbunny

There had been an uneasy, almost-peace between Oliver and John Diggle since the former returned to Star City. Words of absolution had not been spoken by the stoic man, but the two had been syncing up a little better as a team and John’s steely glances at Oliver had softened in a way.

This detente had been encouraged by their smarter, wiser halves. Oliver was reticent to push John into being any friendlier than he felt comfortable, so invitations to beers and football viewing were not yet extended. Meanwhile, Lyla worked on Diggle, reminding him regularly that he should let it go and move on, as she had.

Friday night had been an exciting one. Too exciting. Oliver, as usual, was grateful that he could still depend on Digg’s instincts and solid judgment out in the field when he was ambushed by several thugs down by the docks. Digg arrived just in time to take on two men himself, allowing Oliver the opportunity to finish off two more without sustaining any injuries himself. When the fight was over, the two men nodded silently to each other and went their separate ways.

–>>>

The next morning was marked by a cool chill which meant that Felicity sought out Oliver’s warmth as she stirred. Nuzzled against his shoulder, she mused that he was like one of those great memory foam pillows that conforms to your shape, but only better – because of the heat, and the skin, and the arms, and the hot mouth that made her moan until the late hours. Basically everything. Pillows were overrated. Loving boyfriends were actually the best.

“Are you excited?” Oliver whispered against her loose blonde hair, as he wrapped his free arm around her and rolled her into little spoon position.

“Not as excited as you, I suspect.”

“You think that’s all I think about,” he sighed, wearing a lazy smile.  Heavy lids covered his blue eyes.

“Well, unless you brought your toy light saber to bed last night, I would say my instincts are correct.” Felicity shifted her back against his front for the sake of demonstration and met…impressive resistance.

“Fe-li-ci-ty. The light saber is not a toy, it is a scale replica for my Obi-Wan Kenobi costume.”

“Oliver, you are much more excited about Halloween than I expected.” She’d seen it. He looked like a kid when his Jedi robes arrived in the mail and he had actually bought decorations. “Particularly for someone who dresses up every night in a hood and mask.”

“Exactly,” he countered. “Tonight, I wear a costume and I don’t have to cover my face. I don’t chase bad guys or shoot anybody with arrows. Just drink wine with my girlfriend, eat caramel apples, give out candy to adorable little kids while wearing a cool costume, then turn off the lights, watch scary movies and cuddle with previously mentioned girlfriend.”

“You have a really idyllic picture of Halloween, don’t you?”

“Yeah. Reminds me of when I was a kid. Tommy and I had so much fun. I remember when we finally got to go out trick or treating together at night by ourselves, we felt so grown up. It was a first taste of independence.”

“Favorite candy?”

“Twix bars. Tommy liked Snickers, so we’d trade at the end of the night.”

“Han Solo,” Felicity murmured quietly.

“Hmm?”

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anonymous asked:

some reasons to stay alive??

  • car rides with the windows rolled down
  • pee wees big adventure
  • misty days 
  • full house reruns
  • peppermint mochas w/ whipped cream
  • hugs
  • goldfish crackers
  • collars on shirts
  • going into lush and smelling all of their bath bombs
  • taking baths
  • taking baths with someone
  • seeing a shooting star
  • drive in movies
  • popcorn w/ extra butter
  • kitten meows
  • bundling in lots of blankets
  • twix candy bars
  • first snowfall of the year
  • finding new hobbies
  • bookstores
  • finding a gem in a thrift store
  • anything by florence and the machine
  • old disney movies
  • new disney movies
  • movies in general
  • the smell when candles are blown out
  • blowing out candles knowing you made it another year
  • seeing the glow in someones eyes
  • being able to express yourself
  • train rides
  • the smell after it rains
  • second helpings of cereals