you'll have to settle for me telling you how you are all the time oh well~

rated m for maybe a lil long
word count: 4,019
sugakookie scenario for flowerkook cause yoongi is not ur bias and good luck with finals and ur exam!! <3 

You are not good at math. Jungkook isn’t either. But maybe two brains really are better than one and well, a week before your final seems like a good time to test it out so lo and behold, you’re bowing your way into Jungkook’s house, which he tells you is empty over his shoulder, kicking his shoes off at the front door.

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you'll always be the one that keeps me crazy inside

for @bellsblake! happy birthday hannah <3

fluffy high school prom au, friends to lovers with a bit of fake dating ;)

rated: teen+
[ read on AO3 ]

Clarke often teased Bellamy by saying that he could read through anything, that it would take the book spontaneously combusting in his hands to startle him out of his literary worlds, but it was clearly not true. Case in point: he looked up now as she stormed into his living room, scowling at her phone.

“What happened?” he asked, carefully bookmarking his page before setting the novel aside. This had all the makings of a minor crisis, and he wasn’t sure yet whether to be more concerned for his best friend or whatever (whoever?) had pissed her off. No one could hold a grudge like Octavia, but no one could plot revenge like Clarke and that was scarier, in his opinion.


“I thought you and Raven decided to go together after you found out Collins was a two-timing bastard. Something go wrong?”

“Luna asked her, and she said yes. I’m happy for her, of course,” Clarke added hastily. “You know she’s had a bit of a crush on Luna for years, and they’re really cute together. But I don’t want to go alone, and I don’t want to third-wheel them. Plus Finn’s been trying to get me alone — he just won’t take the hint that I don’t trust that ‘this time I’d be his one and only,’ nor do I want to be — and I don’t feel like dealing with that all night.”

Bellamy sensed a scheme coming. “So what are you going to do about it?”

Sitting up slightly, Clarke looked him directly in the eyes with an expression he knew all too well.

“Oh, hell no. Don’t drag me into another —”

“Please, Bellamy? I need you.”

“I said no, princess.” And it was one of the hardest things he’d ever done, considering she was giving him that look and saying a line straight from his guilty fantasies.

“Okay, I didn’t want to play this card, but … you do still owe me for giving your sister the girl talk so you wouldn’t have to. And I’ll pay you fifty bucks.”

He groaned, knowing she had him there. “Is this your formal asking? I thought promposals were supposed to be fancy.”

“I’ll make you a poster tonight.” Issue settled, Clarke flopped comfortably against him — he hoped she couldn’t feel how fast his heart was pounding; after being friends for so long, he really should have better control over his physiological reactions to her proximity, but his princess just had that effect. “In the meantime, what are you watching on Netflix?”

The Princess [crown emoji]

Meet me outside Kane’s classroom after school?

I’ll be there.

As luck would have it, Bellamy was held up on his way to meet Clarke for what he was eighty-percent sure was a ridiculously extravagant promposal.

“Hey man, do you have the soccer practice schedule? I might’ve lost mine.”

“Might have? How do you — Actually, I don’t want to know. Look, Murphy, I’ve got to run; message me later and I’ll send you a copy.”

To Bellamy’s surprise, Murphy moved to block his path. “Do you think promposals are too sentimental?”

“What?” (Was John Murphy blushing?)

“I was thinking about asking Emori, but I dunno if she’d think it was too — never mind. You don’t care.”

“Murphy. Hey, listen to me. Anyone can see the way Emori looks at you, and the way you look at her. The way you gravitate toward each other. You should ask her.”

“Huh.” Murphy looked thoughtful, and Bellamy was about to try again to get past him when Murphy’s phone chimed. Pulling it out from his back pocket, he glanced at the screen and grinned. “Anyway, I’ll get out of your way now. You’ve got your own promposal to worry about.”

And with that he was gone, leaving Bellamy wondering how Clarke had managed to recruit him before he remembered that she was waiting for him, and he’d much rather be wherever she was.

When he rounded the corner of the history wing, naturally the first thing he noticed was the glee in Clarke’s posture, all but bouncing up and down behind the poster she was holding up.

“You may BE LLAMe, but You’re my choice for a prom date.” He shook his head. “That’s pretty awful, even for you.”

“That’s not a no,” she pointed out, as if there were ever a question. “So, prom?”

It was then that Bellamy noticed the small crowd around them. He might not be very popular, but Clarke was; and in any case, prom askings always managed to draw a fair amount of attention. (It was something Clarke herself had complained about before, the peer pressure to say yes just because so many people were watching.) Among the gathered students was a disappointed-looking Finn Collins, who looked as though he wanted to object but wasn’t sure how to justify himself if he did.

“Of course, princess,” Bellamy said, instead of commenting on any of these observations, and staggered back a step when Clarke threw her arms around him. “You know I was joking about the promposal,” he murmured in her ear, gratified to feel her shiver and squeeze him tighter.

“You know, I wouldn’t have pegged you for the type. Just goes to show you that you can never tell what kind of person someone is, I guess.”

“Excuse me?” True to Clarke’s prediction, Finn Collins had been glowering in their general direction for much of the night. The surprise was that he was confronting Bellamy instead of Clarke, who was in the bathroom, and that he was doing it in the middle of the event. “Since when have we been BFFLs?”

“Haha, very funny. Seriously, did you blackmail her? Bribe her?”

It took him a second to figure it out. “Wait, you think I made Clarke come to prom with me?”

“Well, yeah! Why else would she be here with you, of all people?”

“Meaning, not with you?” Bellamy guessed, fighting the urge to snicker. Clearly Collins didn’t know Clarke nearly as well as he’d like to think, if he seriously believed what he was saying. “It may come as an unpleasant surprise to you, but we’re —”

“— dating,” Clarke cut in smoothly, tucking herself under Bellamy’s arm. “Bye, Finn.”

As they walked away, leaving him gawking in disbelief, Clarke sighed. “Sorry, I just figured that would be the most effective way to get him to shut up. Anyway, dance with me?”

“I don’t dance.”

“What, you don’t want to join our fine classmates in middle-school style swaying back and forth with room for Jesus in between us?”

“Tempting, but no thanks. How about we get a drink instead?”

She laughed at his half-joke, which was pretty good considering the most he’d hoped for was a half-smile. “You hate everything they’re serving. Plus, Monty and Jasper didn’t come, so odds are the punch isn’t spiked.”

“Damn, there go my plans for the night.” Clarke’s grin, Bellamy decided then and there, was the best thing he’d ever seen. Her happiness was contagious, as intoxicating as any alcohol or drug, and perhaps it was the source of the courage that allowed him to say, “You know you’re my favorite person?”

“Same for you.”

“No, listen.” He disentangled himself from her so he could make eye contact, needing her to understand. “I know you told Collins we were dating to get him to leave you alone because he was making you uncomfortable, and I’d never want you to feel like that with me. You know I’ll respect your boundaries, that if you say no I’ll back off immediately, and —”

“Bellamy, breathe.” She placed a gentle hand on his chest, right above his heart. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

The anticipation in her eyes — at least, he was pretty sure that’s what it was — gave him hope.

“Clarke, will you go out with me?”

If her amused smile was radiant, the expression she wore now was positively incandescent. “Of course. And for the record, I’ll never want you to leave me alone. I want to spend eons with you, Bellamy Blake.”

His own grin was probably ridiculous, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. “That’s good, I was really worried you’d —”

She cut him off by pressing her mouth to his, still smiling, and she tasted like joy.

lizanime3  asked:

Puts hand over eyes from behind guess who for dianakko if you are still accepting prompts

“Guess who ?”

Diana smiled. Even though a pair of hands covered her eyes, it was easy to tell who was behind her, probably displaying a huge, bright grin, waiting for the blonde to give her answer.

“Hmmm… This voice reminds me of someone… Someone who has a bad habit of sleeping in and arriving late in class or, even worse, to a date with her girlfriend.”

Diana muffled a laugh, having no trouble imagining the girl behind her pouting before yelling :

“Hey ! I’m not late this time !”

Diana couldn’t keep her laughter in any longer and started to giggle, turning around in her girlfriends’ arms and tiptoeing to lightly kiss the girl’s pouting lips. The brunette relaxed almost immediately and put her arms around the other witch’s waist to bring her closer and deepen the kiss. When the two girls parted, they were panting slightly, but their eyes sparkled just like the first time they confessed their feelings to each other.

Sighing contentedly, Diana hugged her girlfriend tightly and rested her head on Akko’s chest. During the first months of their relationship, Akko still was the smaller one of the couple and used to do this all the time, but since the summer vacations of their second year, the Japanese girl had grown to be taller than her girlfriend and now, Diana was the one to enjoy the softness and warmth of her lover’s chest.

Akko returned the hug, kissing her girlfriend’s temple before nuzzling her cheek. She had waited a whole week to be able to hold Diana like this, there was no way she wouldn’t enjoy every second of the embrace to the fullest. Their final exams before spring vacations were only a month away, so it became difficult for the two lovers to spend time alone since they did everything, even their homeworks, with their friends. It allowed the nine witches to get better faster than they usually would, but it also meant a total lack of privacy. So Akko decided to ask Diana out on a date, before the desire to kiss and hug her girlfriend drove her crazy.

The two girls stood there, in the cold air, for a while, but neither of them shivered, their shared warmth being enough to make them feel comfortable despite being in february. After a few minutes, they pulled away, just enough to share a look and a smile. They leaned in for a quick kiss before letting go of each other.

“So, asked Diana, how does a breakfast at Billy’s sound ?

- Fantastic ! Oh, I saw there’s an exposition of this artist you like near the square. Wanna go see it when we’re done eating ?

- I would love it.

- It’s settled then !”

Akko beamed at her girlfriend before taking her hand and leading her to their first destination. Diana followed with a smile of her own, squeezing lightly the brunette’s hand. Each and every day was full of excitement as long as Akko was there and the blonde was determined to enjoy their time together to the fullest.

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Linny 11 for the fox prompt meme?

Ginny tossed back the last dregs of her drink and leaned heavily on Luna’s shoulder. They were still giggling about Ginny’s latest encounter in the Quidditch locker rooms, trying to get a post-game quote for her commentary column in the Daily Prophet.

“I swear, though!” she insisted, waving her empty glass around for emphasis. “The amount of times I’ve walked in on them—they aren’t even on the same team! If I have to see that bastard’s lily white arse again because he’s too busy coming onto Harry in the showers, I swear, I’ll—“

Her oath was cut off when she nearly lost her balance on her stool, clutching the bar and Luna to keep from toppling over.

Luna collapsed against her in another bout of hysterical laughter. Ginny’s stomach did a neat little somersault as she listened to the melodic notes of Luna’s pretty laugh. It made a warm tingle settle in her belly. She grinned and swayed closer to Luna, getting a whiff of her strawberry and mint scented shampoo.

“You have nice hair,” Ginny commented. She snorted as she absently played with Luna’s hair. “At least they’re fit to look at,” Ginny admitted. “If you’re into knobs and tight arses.”

“Ginny!” Luna cried, clutched at her arm. Ginny could smell the tart wine on her breath.

She shrugged unapologetically. “What? I did used to prefer dicks. They aren’t all bad. To look at, anyway. I, ah, happen to prefer fanny and tits to play with now.”

Ginny froze after the words left her mouth. Oh shit, she thought. She wasn’t quite ready to put a label to her newfound adventures in the bedroom, let alone tell her best friend about it. Especially when she was half in love with her and aching for a chance to taste her soft lips and run her fingers over her smooth skin.

Luna didn’t seem phased by her brash admission in the slightest. The only indication she gave of hearing her was a raised eyebrow. Luna leaned closer to her and brushed the loose hair out of her face. Her eyes were dancing with interest and mirth.

“What are you doing?” Ginny asked, her heart skipping a beat in excitement. Her limbs felt tingly and wobbly with how much she’d had to drink. She was definitely sloshed at this point.

“Looking at you,” Luna answered in a soft lilt. “Seeing if you look any different.”

“Why would I look different?”

“Because now you’re being honest with yourself,” Luna explained.

“Oh?” Ginny breathed. Luna was leaning closer and her stomach swooped. She licked her lips and mirrored Luna, swaying in too quickly and ending up bumping foreheads with her. “Ow.”

Ginny frowned, holding her forehead. Luna hummed and rubbed at her own tender head.

“Sorry,” Ginny said sheepishly.

She felt like she was a teenager again, not a woman waving at her mid-thirties as they approached at a jaunty pace. Luna made her want to take risks and fly on her broom like she did ten years ago. She made Ginny want to kiss her; to taste her lip balm and run her fingers through her hair and press her into the bar until she was gasping.

Ginny brought her fingers to her lips and pressed against them, trying to hold in the things she wanted to say.

Luna was watching her with an amused expression.

“Can I kiss you?” Ginny blurted between her fingertips.

“Can you?” Luna countered challengingly.

“I can,” Ginny decided boldly. “I want to,” she admitted after a heartbeat. “Will you let me? I’ve wanted to for a long time—since we were kids, really. Luna. Luna, listen, I…I really, really want to kiss you right now.”

Luna smiled at her and took a moment to sip her wine.

“Well? Go on,” Luna said after a minute. She set her glass aside and held her hands out for Ginny to take.

Ginny threaded their fingers together and rocked forward on her stool, nearly losing her balance again in the process. Luna helped her keep her balance and tugged her closer. Ginny’s heart felt like it was pounding in her ears as she inched nearer, so close she could practically taste Luna’s wine on her breath. Oh, Merlin, this was it. She was going to kiss her best friend after years and years of wanting this very thing.

With one last burst of bravery, Ginny closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together. It was gentle at first, tentative and patient. But then she felt Luna’s lips shift against hers and felt the edge of her tongue coaxing her lips apart, and then they were properly snogging right there against the counter of the bar, with Ginny nearly tipping off the perch of her stool. Ginny made a faint sound in her throat and pressed closer, stumbling off of her seat so she could stand closer to Luna, between her knees and press up on her tiptoes to reach so she could kiss her deeper. Luna pulled one of her hands free to gently brush Ginny’s hair away from her face again as she sucked on her lower lip. Ginny made another small sound and squeezed Luna’s hand.

Her whole world swam from the kiss and too much to drink when they parted. She was vaguely aware of Luna helping her sit back down and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I’ll get the next round?” Luna offered.

Ginny nodded mutely and reached for Luna’s hand again, twining their fingers together and trying to hide her heated cheeks from her friend.

My babes!!! Thank you for prompting them, FTS! Very fitting because I drank a huge glass of wine tonight LOL!

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Modern AU: Obi and Shirayuki play (or are involved in) a game of truth while drinking on the porch swing in the frat house.

It’s not quiet in the house, not this close to the start of the semester, but there’s a silence in the shape of Obi’s voice, and Shirayuki can’t help but try to fill it.

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Can you please write about Jamie and Claire's first encounter on the plane in your modern AU?

Modern Glasgow AU

Jamie Fraser settled back into his lumpy economy class chair, idly watching the passengers slowly make their way up the airplane’s central aisle. He was finally going home. Colum and Dougal had worked him to the bone these last few weeks, knowing that his time was almost up – and wanting to take advantage of his labor as much as they could. Much more than was proper, to be sure – but Jamie was willing to do just about anything to turn the page on this time in his life.

He hadn’t minded that his uncles didn’t even spring for a business class ticket. As long as he was going back to Scotland, he didn’t care exactly how – Murtagh’s snide comments on the cheapness of the MacKenzies notwithstanding. Still, he wouldn’t feel entirely at ease until that door closed shut and the plane gently pushed back from the gate.  

The stream of passengers had dwindled to a few stragglers now. Jamie stretched, hoping that the window seat beside him would remain empty for the flight. His legs always had no place to go in these cramped seats. Even sitting at an awkward angle was better than losing circulation from the knees down.

Jamie sifted through the magazines and catalogs in the seatback pocket. No good movies to be shown on this flight, and he wasn’t in the right frame of mind to focus on a book or crossword puzzle. There was always sleep, but he was still so keyed up from his whirlwind final day in New York…

“Excuse me?”

Jamie looked up, and his heart nearly stopped.

She smiled back hesitantly, curly hair askew and cheeks slightly flushed. Clearly she’d run all the way to the gate.

Jamie blinked, then remembered his manners.

“Of course,” he breathed, quickly jumping up and stepping into the aisle. “Do ye need a hand wi’ those bags?”

She tilted her head and gently eased a satchel into his waiting hands. “Sure – if you don’t mind?”

Jamie shook his head and heaved the small – but heavy – satchel into the overhead bin. “What do ye have in here? Rocks?”

She raised one eyebrow and squarely met his teasing gaze. “Textbooks,” she said deliberately.

He nodded, then awkwardly extended a hand indicating her to sit. She settled into the window seat and Jamie eased in beside her. He buckled his seatbelt and stared at his hands, watching out of the corner of his eye as she unpacked a magazine from her purse. His mind grasped at something, anything to hear her voice again.

“What kind of textbooks?”

She smoothed her right hand over the cover of the magazine – The Lancet. “Medical. I’m a nurse.”

That got his attention. “Oh, aye?” he replied, a bit surprised. “What kind o’ nurse, if ye dinna mind me asking?”

“Well, I don’t have a specialty, really. I’m an emergency room supervisor at a hospital.”

Jamie’s eyebrows shot up. “Ye live in Glasgow, then?”

“Yes, going on three years now.”

“But ye’re clearly no’ from there originally – unless yer parents sent ye to school in England when ye were a wee bairn?”

She smiled, and his heart raced. “No – Oxfordshire, originally. I moved to Glasgow with my – my fiancé, when he accepted a teaching job at the university.”

Fiancé. Of course. Jamie glanced down at her hands, neatly spread side-by-side on the magazine. How could he have missed that diamond ring? He swallowed, limbs numb from the adrenaline. What was this woman doing to him?

“What about you?”

Jamie’s eyes snapped up to hers. “What?”

She raised one eyebrow, teasing. “You’re clearly not from Oxfordshire.”

“Aye – weel. I was born at home, near the wee village of Broch Mordha, in the Highlands up near Inverness.”

“You were born at home?” Her voice was incredulous.

“It was my Mam’s choice.” He shrugged. “My family lives in our ancestral home, and all the heirs have been born there – in the same bedroom, even - since the eighteenth century.”

She shook her head. “You Scots and your traditions.”

He arched one eyebrow. “You English have a fair bit of tradition as well. The Queen and all that, aye?”

She smiled. “So, do you live in Glasgow now?”

“Yes and no. I’ve been in New York for the past two years, working with my uncles in the printing business. My time here is done, so it’s back to Scotland. My godfather lives in Glasgow, and I’ll be living wi’ him for a while.” He sighed. “I’ve got a job at a printshop waiting for me. I dinna want to do that kind of work for the rest of my life, but it’s a place to start, ken?”

She nodded. “How come –”

“Excuse me.” Jamie reluctantly turned to face the grizzled flight attendant. “Will you need a card for UK Customs?”

“No, thank you,” he said slowly, glaring at her. The flight attendant moved on to the next row without asking the woman next to him whether she needed a card – clearly assuming that they were traveling together.

Jamie swallowed and turned to face his seatmate. “How many miles do you think that one has on her?” he asked quietly.

She grinned and shook her head. “You’re terrible.”

He smiled back, absolutely entranced. “What were you doing in New York, then?”

Her demeanor changed immediately. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and looked down at her hands – almost nervous. She twisted the diamond ring around her finger. “I was visiting Frank – my fiancé. He’s on a sabbatical at Columbia – he’s an expert in Scottish history, actually. The ’45 and all that. Columbia has some wonderful resources, and he’s trying to write a book.”

He longed so desperately to take one of her small, trembling hands into his. To comfort her, ask what was troubling her, and put her mind at ease. But he couldn’t. He shouldn’t. Another man had already laid claim to her – and what a lucky man he was.

So Jamie did the only thing he could do – find a bit of humor.

“Bonnie Prince Charlie. What a daftie that one was.”

She snorted softly, the tension broken. “Scots, as a rule, have very long memories.”

He nodded, meeting her gaze as she raised her eyes to his. “My family’s estate was never taken over by the English, not even after Culloden” he said, with not a small bit of pride. “My six-times great-grandfather was able to hold on to it. And today we run one of the largest and most prosperous working farms in the county.”

“That’s no small accomplishment,” she remarked softly. “Why did you come to New York, then? Why leave the farm?”

He opened and closed his mouth. How much to tell her, this beautiful, smart, absolutely captivating stranger?

An announcement from the flight deck, shortly followed by the terribly-produced safety video, filled in the silence between them. Their connection was broken.

She leafed through her magazine, he stared dumbly at the backs of his hands. He longed to answer her question – tell her the truth about why he had left Lallybroch and come to work for his uncles. He felt he could trust her – could open up to her – and that she would really, truly listen. Some part of him believed that by opening himself up to her, she’d want to know more about him – and come to see that he was worthy of her. More worthy than the university professor ever could be.

Enough. She’s not yours, lad. Let it go.

He turned to peer out the window at the runway, slowly tracing her profile with his eyes. Dear God she was beautiful. Funny and charming, with a solid iron core. Strong. Capable.

He swallowed and lay his head back on the headrest, closing his eyes. It was going to be a long flight.

Twenty minutes until landing now. She had settled back into her seat, but her hand hadn’t left his grip – their fingers were still tightly laced together.

And she’d removed her ring, with little ceremony, and tucked it into her purse.

“I’ll be moving out of the flat,” she said softly, gazing down at their hands. His thumb hadn’t stopped stroking her knuckles. “It’s in Frank’s name – university housing. I don’t want to spend even another night there.”

Jamie’s other hand settled against her palm, fingers idly tracing the sensitive skin of her wrist. “I’ll help ye,” he said quietly. “Ye can live wi’ me and Murtagh until ye land on yer feet.”

She shook her head. “I can’t believe this. Six hours ago, I didn’t even know who you were. And now I’m planning a new life – and you’re in it.”

He swallowed and met her eyes. “Only if ye want me to be.”

She nodded. “Yes. I do want you to be in it.” Her gaze softened. “Though I have one condition.”

He bit back panic. “Oh, aye? What is it, then?”

She smiled. “Tell me your name.”

He let out a sigh and grinned widely. “Ah. It’s Jamie. Well, James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser, if ye want to be formal about it.”

She ran the tips of her fingers up and down the inside of his palm. He swallowed. “Well then – fair’s fair. What’s yer name?”

She smiled. “Claire. Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp.” Her left hand, naked, traced his brow gently. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jamie.”

Holy God, the way she said his name…

He raised her hand to his lips for a gentle kiss. “The pleasure is all mine, Claire.”

androctasiae  asked:

Hey there, and congratulations on your blog! I'm sure you'll do a great job. May I please request a random fluffy scenario of Haise (and/or Arima) with their half-ghoul s/o? Thank you! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Thank you so much! If this isn’t want you wanted then you can totally send in a new request! 😊



Arima followed his s/o down the streets of the 2nd ward slowly, trailing slightly behind them as they pulled him forward by his wrist. 

“Come on, why are you walking so slow, Arima?” His s/o complained.

Arima sighed quietly to himself and ignored the annoyed look his s/o shot him, “I just don’t see what the rush is.” he told them.

The annoyed expression faded into an offended one, and Arima immediately knew he said something wrong.

“Are you… are you kidding me, Arima?!” His s/o stopped in their tracks and turned to face him, they ignored the odd looks from the civilians continuing down the sidewalk. “The shop is going to close soon! Yesterday you said we could go out and get coffee together after work.”

“Its just a coffee date, s/o. We can always do it another day if the shop closes.” Arima told them, grabbing their arm gently pulling them in the general direction of the cafe.

“When? In two weeks? That was the last time we got to spend a decent amount of time with each other. I never see you anymore! Whenever I’m free, you’re working, and whenever you’re free, I’m working. Haise and I were assigned a new case today, you know that! I don’t know when I’ll be free again!”

Realization dawned on Arima, so this is what’s really bothering them.

Arima’s gave his partner the bare minimum of what could be considered a smile, “We both have been really busy lately…” He mused to himself, “Tell you what, I’ll try and get off tomorrow early, too. You leave the office at 3:00 on Saturdays, right?”

Arima’s s/o smiled, their mood taking a complete 180, “Yeah, you promise?” they questioned.

“I’ll see what I can do.” He told them, and they accepted that answer.

They reached the cafe, Aroma Mocha, in record timing and took a seat at one of the tables near the windows.

“Hi! What can I get you two?” the waiter asked them with a kind smile after they settled in.

“I’ll get a light coffee.” Arima said.

His s/o smiled at the waiter, “Can I just get a black coffee, please?” 

“Of course, I’ll be back with your drinks in a moment.”

“How has working with the CCG been?” Arima asked his partner after the waiter brought their coffees to them.

“Oh, well, it’s been good.” his s/o grinned at him. 

“That’s great, now tell me the truth.” Arima stared at them hard and his s/o cringed a bit.

“It’s been awful.” they admitted, “Haise and I can’t even walk to our offices without hearing nasty comments towards us, Arima. No matter what we do, it just gets worse.”

Arima’s eyes narrowed as he took another sip of his coffee, “I’ll see what I can do about that. It doesn’t matter what you are, they should be treating you and Haise as they would another coworker.”

His s/o smiled at him as they finished up their drink, “You don’t have to do any paperwork tonight, right?” they asked him.

“No, I finished it all in the office.”

“Good! We can watch a movie at home!” His s/o said happily, clapping their hands together and pulling him from his seat once he finished his coffee and put the money on the table.

“Wait!” He said, trying to regain his footing, but his s/o laughed at him and pulled him along faster. “Can’t you slow down?” 

His s/o turned to look at him briefly, a breathless laugh pulling from their lips, “No, come on! It’ll be dark soon, Arima!” 


HAISE (I will say this a million times, I love this boy so much)

Haise chewed on the end of his pen as he scanned his paperwork on his bed. 20 pages he had to fill out. 20 pages.

“That’s brutal.” he heard a voice tease from behind him, and his head shot up as he turned to face his s/o, who was eyeing the paperwork warily.

He grinned at them, “Hah, you’re telling me. At least you didn’t have to do it.” 

“Why don’t you take a break? I’m bored, let’s do something.”

Haise put the papers down on the night stand besides his bed immediately, thankful for the distraction. “Well? What do you have in mind?” he asked them.

His s/o paused for a moment, before giving him a sheepish grin, “I, uh, didn’t think that far ahead yet.”

Haise snorted, “Of course.” he laughed as his s/o pouted.

“Ooh! I have an idea! Let’s…” his s/o trailed off, “No… that’s boring.”

Haise raised his eyebrows and went to speak, but his s/o cut him off, “Ooh! Read to me, Haise.”

“Read to you? You never want me to read to you.” 

“Shhh. Now I do.” His s/o grinned and hopped towards his bookshelf. They scanned the books for a moment until their eyes lit up and they pulled out a thick paperback book. 

His s/o began laughing hysterically. “Oh my, Haise, I didn’t know you were into this kind of stuff.”

Haise immediately feared the worst, and he was right to. 

No way. What the hell was that doing in his bookshelf?

“I have no idea how that got there, s/o.” he went fifty shades of red when his s/o began flipping through the book.

They began laughing again, clearing their throat and quickly began reading, “‘He lunges at me, pushing me against the wall of the elevator. Before I know it, he’s got both of my hands in one of his in a vice-like grip above my head, and he’s pinning me to the wall using his hips. Holy shit. His other hand grabs my ponytail and yanks down, bringing my face up, and his lips are on mine. It’s only just not painful. I moan into his mouth, giving his tongue an ope-’”

Haise lunged forward, “No, stop that! It’s not mine, I swear!” he yelled trying to pull the book from their hands but they darted out of his reach and continued on.

“‘My tongue tentatively strokes his and joins his in a slow erotic dance that’s all about touch and sensation, all bump and grind. He brings his hand up to grasp my chin and holds me in place. I am helpless, my hands pinned, my face held, and his hips restraining me. I feel his erection against my belly.’” they snorted back laughter, once again dodging another of Haise’s frantic attempts to quiet them and they continued. “‘Oh my… He wants me. Christian Grey, Greek god, wants me, and I want him, here… now, in the elevator.’”

“S/O!” He wailed desperately, he dove at them, and this time succeeded in knocking them back onto the bed, the book hitting the bed next to them.

“Wow, Haise. Are you trying to pull some ‘Christian Grey, Greek god’ type shit on me? If you want to reenact the scenes you read…” they looked to where he was restraining their arms pointedly.

Haise went an even darker shade of red than before, “Wh-what?! No! That is not mine! I don’t read that stuff!” he stuttered, “And I am not going to tie you up to a bed and f-”

Both half-ghouls went dead silent, Haise went as pale as a sheet of paper as he realized his fatal mistake.

His s/o bit their lip, trying to hold back a smile. “Oh. My. God.”


They began laughing hysterically, “I KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU READ IT!” his s/o shrieked between their laughter.

Haise pulled himself off of them and buried his face in his hands.

It took several minutes for his s/o to calm down, and the first thing they said was: “I choose this book.”

“What?!” Haise spluttered, “No way! I am not reading that to you, s/o!”

“You said I could pick any book I wanted. I want this one.” his s/o said defiantly.


“Haiseee.” they whined.

Haise flushed, “But-” he tried again.

“Haiseeeeee.” They repeated before he could finish.

Haise blushed as he picked the book up warily. He eyed his s/o, who’s eyes had lit up and they had scooched towards him. 

“I am not reading the whole book.” He told them.

“Deal.” His s/o grinned, shifting so they were sitting between his legs and resting against his chest, making sure he was able to see the book.

Haise sighed, briefly shutting his eyes before he began, “‘I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. Damn my hair - it just won’t behave, and damn Katherine Kavanagh for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal. I should be…’”

(The book his s/o was reading was Fifty Shades of Grey if you didn’t recognize it)

Spiderman 3 (2007 Movie): Sentence Starters
  • "Whatever comes our way, whatever battle we have raging inside us, we always have a choice."
  • "It's the choices that make us who we are, and we can always choose to do what's right."
  • "You gonna kill me like you killed my father?"
  • "No. He despised you. You were an embarrassment to him."
  • "You took him from me. He loved me."
  • "I'm done trying to convince you."
  • "You came."
  • "We'll get you through this."
  • "I never should have hurt you... said those things."
  • "You're my friend."
  • "A couple of minutes ago wouldn't have been so bad either."
  • "Oh, my. What happened?"
  • "Looks like just in the nick of time."
  • "I don't think it's for us to say whether a person deserves to live or die."
  • "Before you know it, turn us into something ugly."
  • "Did you ever propose?"
  • "You said a husband's gotta put his wife before himself."
  • "I'm not ready."
  • "I hurt her."
  • "Well, you start by doing the hardest thing: You forgive yourself."
  • "I know what it feels like. It feels good. The power. Everything. But you'll lose yourself. It'll destroy you. Let it go."
  • "I like being bad. It makes me happy."
  • "If you know what I'm talking about!"
  • "Back then, nothing seemed to go right for me."
  • "People really like me."
  • "Stings doesn't it?"
  • "I protected you in high school. Now I'm gonna kick your little ass."
  • "You're trash."
  • "Your picture's a fake."
  • "You want forgiveness? Get religion."
  • "You are such a boy scout."
  • "We're just horsing around."
  • "I'm begging you. If you do this, I will lose everything. There's not a paper in town that will hire me."
  • "Show this to your editor."
  • "I want him dead too."
  • "Look, I want to kill the spider, you wanna kill the spider. Together, he doesn't stand a chance. Interested?"
  • "End of the line."
  • "Your wife told me to tell you to watch the anger."
  • "Time to take your pill."
  • "Hey. I'm the new guy."
  • "Um, yeah, look, just between you and me, guys kind of an amateur."
  • "From now on, I am gonna be taking shots of you for the Bugle."
  • "But you don't have to worry about that, buddy."
  • "You want a staff job, and you want a staff job, anybody care about what I want?"
  • "Shut up. Get out."
  • "Listen to me! I didn't kill your father!"
  • "You knew this was coming!"
  • "He was trying to kill me! He killed himself!"
  • "I didn't want this. But I had no choice."
  • "We always have a choice."
  • "I needed money."
  • "Why don't you just put down the gun and go home?"
  • "I realize now he was just trying to help me."
  • "I did a terrible thing to you."
  • "I spent a lot of nights wishing I could take it back."
  • "I didn't choose to be this."
  • "I'm not asking you to forgive me. I just want you to understand."
  • "How's the pie?"
  • "I'm just here to talk to you, beautiful!"
  • "Just a little something called 'Nice And Easy', what's on you?"
  • "I need a photographer."
  • "A hundred bucks?"
  • "Film's extra."
  • "Shazam!"
  • "That was OUR kiss!"
  • "It's a funny feeling, not knowing who you are."
  • "Never wound what you can't kill."
  • "Its a free country. Not a rent-free country."
  • "You will get your rent when you fix this DAM DOOR!"
  • "We can find a way to settle this."
  • "You're so right. I'm thinking... humiliation. Kind of like how you humiliated me. Do you remember? Do you remember what you did to me? You made me lose my girl. Now I'm gonna make you lose yours."
  • "How's that sound, tiger?"
  • "An orange?"
  • "I'm really sorry for what happened earlier. I shouldn't have yelled about that door. It was nothing to be angry about."
  • "This is none of your business."
  • "Do you want to push me away?"
  • "Push you away? Why would I want to push you away... I love you!"
  • "They're gonna kill us both."
  • "Your shots are so good."
  • "You don't deserve my help."
  • "Do I have any girlfriends?"
  • "This thing got any more?"
  • "She doesn't know what you are."
  • "Tell me you love me?"
  • "I know you're trying to defend your fathers' honor, but there is no question that he died by his own hand."
  • "What does it matter to you, anyway?"
  • "Hate those things!"
  • "Take your hands off me."
  • "I live in the presence of great truth."
  • "I promise I'll make you healthy again. Whatever it takes, I'll get the money."
  • "I'm not a bad person. Just had bad luck."
  • "They're my best friends... I'd give my life for them."
  • "Was I really good? I was so nervous. My knees were shaking."
  • "It's all about diffusion."
  • "The applause wasn't very loud."
  • "You are such a nerd."
  • "Where do these guys COME from?"
  • "You've taken your eye off the ball."
  • "You know, I guess one person really can make a difference."
  • "It has the characteristics of a symbiote, which needs to bond to a host in order to survive. And once it binds... it can be hard to UNbind."
  • "I love romance. I am French."
  • "You fired him."
  • "I could use some help over here!"
  • "I guess you haven't heard. I'm the sheriff around these parts!"
  • "This could be a tragic day for the people of New York."
  • "It's hard to believe what's happening. The brutality of it. I - I don't know how he can take anymore."
  • "Everybody needs help sometimes."
  • "He's a good boy. He must be in some kind of trouble."
  • "What about that amazing... amazing night that we had?"
  • "We had a coffee."
  • "Make him suffer, make him wish he were dead. First, we attack his heart!"
  • "There seems to be some kind of activity in the web."
Chapter 67
  • (My computer crashed TWICE while writing this chapter.... ugh.)
  • (INT: the half-destroyed crystal cave.)
  • Eren: Unnnngghhh
  • Mikasa: EREN! Can you hear me?
  • Eren: Huh? What happened?
  • Jean: You finally managed to get hard!
  • Eren: I- what?
  • Connie: You got SO HARD and it was EPIC!
  • Sasha: Yeah, and none of us thought you'd be able to get hard like that, but you did! There must've been something in that bottle...
  • Eren: *turns pink*
  • Levi: And it's not going away, either. It's still hard.
  • Mikasa: Aren't you supposed to call a doctor if it doesn't go away after 4 hours or something?
  • Eren: *crosses his legs* Guys... can you not...
  • Levi: Anyway, Eren, now that we know you can get hard, your next objective will be to use that hardness to fill up Maria's massive hole with all those stringy white tendrils that came out of it.
  • Connie: *snickering* Yeah, Eren... plug up that hole REAL NICE AND TIGHT...
  • Eren: *looks up to see his crystallized Titan form holding the cave together*
  • Eren: OH.
  • Eren: So *that's* what you guys meant...
  • Levi: Why? What *else* could we have *possibly* been talking about?
  • Eren: ...never mind.
  • Levi: Well, now we know that the Titan powers can be transferred through serums...
  • Historia: Hey guys! I found the Titan serum bag!
  • Everyone else: *descends on Historia like a flock of vultures*
  • Sasha: Dibs on the gummy bear Titan!
  • Mikasa: A Titan with superior battle skill...
  • Historia: And... it's empty.
  • Armin: Hey guys! You okay?
  • Mikasa: Armin! You're alive!
  • Armin: Yeah. Thanks for noticing. Hange's fine, too.
  • Mikasa: But... *how*? Hange was critically injured, the roof was caving in, Squad Kenny was heading towards you guys, and you wouldn't have been able to lift her by yourself! It doesn't make sense!
  • Armin: Oh, some guy named Hajime Isayama gave us a lift.
  • Eren and co.: *climb out of the cave*
  • Eren: Is that... a giant rotisserie chicken?
  • Armin: And it doesn't seem interested in humans either...
  • Jean: Do you think it's an abnormal?
  • Historia: Yep. DEFINITELY an abnormal.
  • Levi: Hey guys, remember? We're the Survey Corps! This is what we do! FOLLOW THAT TITAN!
  • Later:
  • Hange: So basically, if you get the mind control powers, you get mind controlled yourself?
  • Historia: Yeah.
  • Hange: Sucks.
  • Lev: But if we can figure out a way to undo the brainwashing...
  • Eren: So does this mean I still get to commit suicide!?
  • Hitch: *random creepy smile*
  • Mikasa: *screaming internally*
  • Historia: *facepalms*
  • Historia: It's not that simple. The Reiss family has been trying to undo the First King's will for decades- it's just not working. In fact, when your father killed my sister, Eren...
  • Eren: Huh?
  • Historia: All along, he was trying to save humanity from the First King.
  • Eren: I don't follow.
  • Historia: Let me put it this way. THAT'S *jerks her thumb toward Titan!Rod* the Gendo Ikari of this manga. YOUR dad is Itachi Uchica.
  • Eren: Oh...
  • Eren: Wait a minute. You still read Naruto?!
  • Historia: NO.
  • Mikasa: *coughs* Historia's taste in manga aside, THAT must be why Dad gave you that key, Eren. There must be something in that basement that you could use to break the will of the First King.
  • Eren: And all this time.... I thought it was just his porno collection.
  • Eren: But... if I can use the Coordinate to its full extent... *sniffle* then does this mean... *sob* I'm still necessary?
  • Everyone: *gives Eren a massive bear hug*
  • Hange: I hate to interrupt the feels, but we still need to do something about that Titan.
  • Hange: Historia, in other words... you'll have to kill your father.
  • Historia: *gulp*
  • Eren: *bigger gulp*
  • Connie: *biggest gulp of all*
  • Historia: Eren... about that time in the cave...
  • Eren: Yeah?
  • Historia: ...I really was going to kill you.
  • Historia: And not for the sake of humanity or anything noble like that... I just didn't want my father to hate me.
  • Historia: But then I realized... that even if the world hates me, I can still learn to love myself. That my life has *value*! That I want to be ME, Historia Reiss! And even if I wasn't supposed to be born, I want to continue existing in this world! My life is worth living!
  • Eren: Congratulations!
  • Mikasa: Congratulations!
  • Armin: Congratulations!
  • Hange: Congratulations!
  • Levi: Congratulations!
  • Jean: Congratulations!
  • Sasha: Congratulations!
  • Connie: Congratulations!
  • Frieda (in Eren's memories): Congratulations!
  • The ENTIRE DAMN FANBASE: Congratulations!
  • (INT: Erwin's squad.)
  • Erwin: IDK!
  • Squad Levi: *enters*
  • Erwin: LEVI!
  • Levi: ERWIN!
  • Eruri shippers: NOW KISS!
  • Levi: So, Erwin, how was your day?
  • Erwin: Oh, Darius Zackly has some... issues. How about you?
  • Levi: Got in a fight with my serial killer uncle, then Rod Reiss decided to serve Eren for dinner, Historia said fuck it, Rod got high, and long story short, we've got the largest Titan EVER recorded heading towards the inside of Wall Sina.
  • Erwin: So, same as usual?
  • Levi: Pretty much.
  • Erwin: Anyone get injured?
  • Levi: Only Hange.
  • Erwin: Oh. So no one important then.
  • Hange: HEY!
  • Levi: Anyway.... COORDINATE TESTING TAKE 1!
  • Levi: (aside) You know, if I'd known that you could LITERALLY ASK THE TITANS NICELY TO STOP, my life would've been a LOT simpler.
  • Titan!Rod: *continues doing nothing*
  • Historia: YEAH! LISTEN TO HIM!
  • Hange: ...It's not working.
  • Levi: Eren, think. Did you do anything else that one time?
  • Eren: I... uh... kinda waved my arms around?
  • Levi: Okay then.
  • Eren: *waves his arms around*
  • Jean: Eren... why are you doing the chicken dance?
  • (INT: Sina border town of Olbd.)
  • Erwin: Isn't that the POINT of the border towns in the first place, though? To concentrate the Titans' attention into one area?
  • Erwin: That's ... uh... classified information.
  • Erwin: Uh... *turns towards the town square* NEVER FEAR, PEOPLE OF... of... what's this place called again?
  • Garrison dude: Olbd.
  • Erwin: And it's pronounced... how?
  • Garrison dude: *sigh* Just kinda impersonate a fish and you've got it.
  • Random citizen #1: Wait, you mean THE Colossal Titan? The one that broke down Wall Maria five years ago?
  • Erwin: NO. ANOTHER ONE.
  • Garrison dude: AND THE GARRISON!
  • Random citizen #3: Didn't the Survey Corps lose 90% of their members in four years?
  • Unpronounceableville citizens: uhhhh...
  • Erwin: THAT WAS A FALSE ALARM... never mind. I can't speechify for shit. Levi, wanna take over?
  • Later:
  • Levi: Historia! You're not supposed to be here! I *thought* I told you to stay out of this.
  • Historia: *hair flip* I have a score to settle.
  • Levi: No, you don't. Get back inside.
  • Historia: >:) Yes, I DO. After all, weren't you the one who told me to fight rather than run away, *Captain Levi*?
  • Levi: *sweats* No, no, no! I take it back. Running away is GREAT! I LOVE running!
  • Historia: Oh. So you're okay with letting all these people die then?
  • Levi: Well... fuck.
  • Levi: GUYS! IT'S COMING!
  • Garrison dude: OH MY GOD IT'S GODZILLA!
  • Historia: *cracks knuckles* HEY ROD! WHAT'S 1000-7?
  • Eren: Oh SHIT.
  • Mikasa: what?
  • Eren: Mikasa, have you seen my key?
  • Survey Corps: *collective facepalm*
  • END

anonymous asked:

I sent this to she-who-shall-not-be-named as a clexa prompt & they passed but I think it is actually a better fit for Golly & you. I hope you'll consider it – Holly is the author of Gail's favorite multichapter fan fic & up until now the updates had been fairly frequent. Needless to say, Gail is worried out of her mind so she decides to PM the author & voila, they fall in love! Bonus points (or virtual cookies) if Gail eventually admits that she is the one who sends all the smutty prompts.

I will forever be flustered that you thought of me to ask. It’s not like dead on but it’s basically it, so I hope it lives up to your hopes. Also I thought it would be perfect for a different prompt I filled awhile ago, can be found here or Ao3

Cheesepuff PT. 2

They were hanging out in Holly’s dorm room, as they did almost everyday, both weren’t big on crowds -people really- and Gail’s place had a weird smell. It definitely had nothing to do with the fact that Gail liked the brunette’s room, that she found an odd amount of comfort surrounded by Holly’s things or that the woman herself made her feel whole. Definitely not. Nowhere close. Nope.

Gail took up all of Holly’s bed so the brunette sat on Andy’s, -reluctantly-both content to just be in the same room as they do whatever on their laptops. Occasionally one would show the other something funny but for the most part it was quiet, until Holly started typing.

After twenty minutes of unstopping click clacking of keys Gail asked about it. She peaked over her laptop, looking Holly over. She was tense, obviously hiding whatever it was she was typing up and trying to play it off cool. Gail’s lips curled into a small smile as Holly’s cheeks flushed a unique shade of red and hid further behind her own laptop, typing seized for the moment.

“You don’t have to stop. Please, type away.” she waved in approval.

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(Tenth Gift Ficlet, that turned out into a 3000 words fic, for @boffinholmes​)

“Why are we doing this again,” John whispered as he put the four cups of tea on their tray, glancing at Sherlock next to him.

“Because Mrs. Hudson asked us to and we owe her that much,” Sherlock answered absently, looking down at his phone, not helping John at all.

“I get that she considers you like family,” John continued, “but why did she have to tell her entire book group that you were happily engaged? To me?”

Sherlock sighed and John fought the urge to take his phone away, “I can’t read minds, John. Ask her.”

John rolled his eyes, checking that he had thought of everything before picking up the tray, “Well, you better help me out there!”

“Help you?” Sherlock frowned, finally putting his phone away and looking at John.

“We’re happily engaged, remember?” John smiled before walking out of the kitchen, getting ready for what promised to be an interesting afternoon.

Mrs. Hudson and her friend were sitting on the sofa chatting, and John cursed himself for not having gone to the shop as planned. At least he would have avoided this stupid charade and Sherlock could have dealt with this mess by himself.

“John, thank you dear,” Mrs. Hudson smiled, “Where is Sherlock?”

“I’m sure he’s coming,” John replied, glancing towards the kitchen but Sherlock was nowhere in sight.

“You boys make such a lovely couple,” Mrs. Jensen smiled, taking her cup and sipping at her tea without looking away from John.

“Thank you,” he answered, breathing out slowly and taking his own cup.

Where the fuck was Sherlock?

“How long have you been together?” She continued, apparently greedy for some details.


“One year,” Sherlock declared, finally joining them and perching on John’s armchair, leaning against John’s shoulder.

“Oh lovely! I want to hear all about it!”

“It was a friend that introduced us, actually,” Sherlock began and John settled back into his chair more comfortably.

He smiled, glad that Sherlock seemed to have prepared their backstory to the very last detail. He listened as Sherlock began to explain everything, frowning as he realised Sherlock was actually telling her the real circumstances of their meeting, their first case together and their diner after that.

“Love at first sight, then?” Mrs. Jensen asked, winking at them but John looked down, concentrating on not blushing.

“In a way, yes,” Sherlock answered, his hands sliding up and down John’s arm.

John tried to focus, to follow Sherlock’s story to see when it would deviate from reality, but Sherlock’s body was warm against his and John seemed to be unable to concentrate on anything else. He could feel goosebumps rising on his arm where Sherlock’s fingers felt almost too soft.

“I immediately knew these two would get along just fine,” Mrs. Hudson added, “Immediately!”

John couldn’t help but smile, remembering Mrs. Hudson’s words the first time he visited the flat. John had jumped at the chance to dismiss her, affirming he’d take the second bedroom quickly. He had been so confused at that time, barely hours after meeting Sherlock and already unable to stop himself from imagining all the ways this cohabitation could go.

Well, look where it got you in the end, John thought, another shiver running through him as Sherlock laced their fingers together. John wasn’t sure how many times he had thought about taking Sherlock’s hand, or intertwining their fingers as they walked back to Baker Street after a long case or a night out. It had always felt so impossible, Sherlock standing right there and being so far away at the same time.

John closed his eyes for a second, hating that the only reason Sherlock was holding his hand right now was because of this stupid situation.

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somethingmorecreative1  asked:

Yo, sweetheart, I have a bellarke prompt for you if you'll have it: I need hurt Bellamy (canon verse would be great) and I need some Octavia/Clarke interaction. Any sort of context would be great idc either way. Take as long as you need, and just delete this if you don't want to do it. Thanks, bby, I love you

raaaach anything for you bby. sorry this took so long! thanks to percyyoulittleshit for letting me hurt everyone’s feelings with medical know-how and thanks to bandanabeth for being the best beta in the whole wide world! also thanks to son-of-rome because i feel like i should just praise the angst lessons he gave me!

warnings: this is kind of angsty. idk

you’re gone (and i am too)

She hopes with every individual cell in her body that she can fix this.

But she’s not as sure as she needs to be. Bellamy’s breathing is already rapid, his chest is heaving and sweat pours from his skin in buckets. His cheeks are flushed red and his eyes are wide.

“Clarke,” he gasps “Clarke…”

She hushes him as gently as she can, praying that her indifferent façade is competent enough to keep him from glimpsing his fate in her tormented eyes. “It’s going to be alright, Bellamy. Just keep breathing for me, okay?”

He manages a weak nod, settling his head into the pile of sheets that serves as his pillow for all intents and purposes. Clarke bites her lip, forcing her hands to quit trembling as she studies the arrow erupting from his stomach.

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anonymous asked:

"Go to the beach at night and take pictures of the moon. Also take pictures of your date while they arent looking. Its romantic, fuckers." this is SO Carmilla, I can't even. Or perhaps you'll make it Laura and surprise us all lol.

“You always plan our dates,” Laura announces. She’s settled against Carmilla’s chest on the bed in their apartment. Carmilla is reading.

“Yes. Generally girlfriends will do that,” she answers dryly.

“No, I mean you always plan our dates.” Laura insists, “You always decide what we do.”

“That’s because I’m the man in the relationship.”

Laura shifts so she’s looking at her and pouts. “Carm…”

“I know, I know, that’s not very feminist. I was just joking, cutie.” Carmilla looks at her for a moment longer before putting her book down. It was awkward to read with Laura laying against her anyway. “Cupcake, I’m sorry. I thought you liked what I planned.”

“That’s not why it bothers me.” 

“Then what is it?”

“We always do stuff I like.” Carmilla looks confused, and Laura continues. “I mean, obviously that’s great, but I want to do something for you, you know?”

She shifts a lot so that she is on her knees, looking at Carmilla, who has started to shift a little.

“Well…wow…that’s…out of the blue. How long has this been bothering you?”

“It literally occurred to me just now. But seriously, Carm, I want to do something you like. As long as it’s not illegal. We are going out tomorrow night.”

Carmilla rubs her palms together. “I guess I wouldn’t mind–”

“Uh-uh!” Laura places a finger to Carm’s lips. “You don’t get to tell me what you want to do. That totally defeats the purpose of me planning the date.”

“So what do I do then?” Carmilla says against Laura’s finger. Laura withdraws it.

You are going to meet me outside this apartment tomorrow night, six o’clock. And I will take you out.” 

She gets up. “I need to go plan! I am so excited, you’re gonna love it, I promise! Whatever it is…it’ll be good!”

Carmilla is left alone, Laura out the door. She isn’t sure whether to be excited or scared.


Carmilla decides to be scared when Laura doesn’t show up the rest of that day or the next day. She goes down to the front of the apartment complex at six, determined to call the police if Laura still isn’t there.

But she is.

“Carmilla, hey!”

“Laura, where have you been?”

Laura holds out a hand to her. “Well, you’re about to find out. Come on.” 

Carmilla sighs. “You will make me mortal one day, Cupcake.” 

Laura only smiles and takes Carmilla’s hand. “Oh, one more thing,” she says casually, “You have to close your eyes.“


“I want it to be a surprise!”

She’s got vampire senses, so it really doesn’t matter. It’s about fifteen minutes of walking, Laura swinging their entwined hands slightly, that Carmilla’s nostrils flare and she catches the scent of saltwater.

“Are we going to the beach?”

Don’t ruin the surprise!”

Carmilla smiles. They’ve both been to the beach before, although certainly not at night, so this was not exactly expected.

“Laura, can I open my eyes now?”

She feels her hand being squeezed tighter, for just a moment, before Laura lets go and says, “Okay.”

Carmilla’s eyes widen. “Laura…wow.”
The beach is pristine. It seems like not a soul has touched it before they stepped foot there. Not a single piece of trash, footprints, remnants of sea castles. The sand is so pure and white that it almost glows under the light of the full moon above them.

“I looked all night for the perfect spot,” Laura says, “And then I looked again today to make sure there wasn’t a better one. Hence why I was gone so long.”

Carmilla doesn’t answer.

“I may have also needed to tear down some fencing because we’re technically trespassing right now,” Laura continues nervously, “I guess I was wrong when I said I wouldn’t do anything illegal, ha ha–”

Carmilla silences her with a kiss. “Cupcake, it’s perfect. Absolutely.”

Laura grins. “Great! Because it’s not over yet. I brought,” she reaches into the bag she had hanging from her shoulder, “A blanket, and this camera–because I know you love looking at the stars and moon and everything, so maybe you could take some really nice pictures.”

Carmilla smiles and sits down on the blanket next to Laura, hugging her knees and looking up at the sky. She tells Laura all about the constellations, something she’d done a million times. But Laura always asked, and Carmilla indulged her every time.

“And that one, there, is Orion–” She stops. She doesn’t know how long she’s been talking until she notices that Laura is holding up her (very recently purchased) iPhone.

“Laura, are you taking a picture of me?”

“What? Oh. Um…okay, so this was my last surprise. I was going to wait until we were leaving, but you caught me.” Laura hands her the phone. She scrolls through and see Laura’s taken a lot of pictures. Of her. Tonight.

“Wow. Turns out your dad was wrong, you’re the stalker.”

“These pictures are romantic!” Laura protests. “I was going to show you.”

Carmilla knows, of course; she merely gets a kick out of riling her tiny little girlfriend up. “Ah, yes, how is surreptitiously taking pictures romantic?”

“You look really beautiful when you tell me about the stars,” Laura answers, “Or, like, anything you’re really passionate about. And I wanted to try and show you.”

It’s so sincere, and so not what Carmilla expected, that she is shocked momentarily into silence.

“…You are entirely too much for me, Hollis.” Carmilla finally answers. With a surge forward she captures Laura’s lips and they both lay down, kissing in the sand for a few minutes before Laura regretfully stops and says they should continue it in their home.

We’d get sand everywhere anyway,” Laura says. Carmilla sighs, but gets up, taking Laura’s hand.

“So, was the date a success…?” Laura asks.

“You are planning all of them, now.” Carmilla answers. As they walk back she flicks through the pictures on Laura’s phone. There’s one of the side of your face; the wind blew strands of hair across your cheek, and you’re looking up at the sky, a small smile playing at your lips.

She smiles.

She looks at Laura, who is grinning from ear to ear. She’s looking in some shop window they’re both walking by as they head back to the apartment. It’s kind of adorable.

Quietly, Carmilla snaps a picture.

We’ve Met Before: Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight: Rainstorm

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They planned to stay in Haven for the better part of two weeks. Cullen had his people searching the rubble for survivors and keeping order in the valley below the little town, while Josephine saw to it that they all had food, shelter, water, and medical attention. With most of the Chantry’s bureaucracy dead, it was left entirely to Inquisition to see to that people were taken care of and evacuated. As much as she wanted to help, her bosses were strict in their insistence that Elena stay in her bed, recovering. Sometimes, she wondered if part of their concern wasn’t more to do with the fact that as the only survivor of the explosion she was generating a lot of media attention. It was so much that she had been moved out of the clinic into her old cabin and Cullen had resorted to posting guards outside her door, and had more patrolling around the nearby streets. Try as Josephine might to staunch the reports, it seemed Elena couldn’t turn on the news without seeing speculation about mysterious “Herald of Andraste,” or “ the woman pulled from the rubble of the Temple and protected by the Maker’s Mercy.” Personally, she thought if the Maker had really been looking over them that day, the Temple wouldn’t have exploded in the first place.

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boyfriend tag; kim bobby

requested. (over three times)

and this is probably the worst ive written.

i suck

‘okay, babe. tell me again why are we doing this?’

you groaned for the umpteenth time. you kept silent for awhile, setting up your camera in order for the filming to take place. you felt him poke you at your sides, startling you. ‘because, jiwon. you promised me you’ll do this. also, it’s the most requested tag of the month.’

you got to your feet after the camera had been properly set up. ‘besides, my fans love you.’ his throaty laugh bounced off the walls, echoing throughout the apartment. ‘c’mon,’ he said, smug etched on his face, ‘everyone wants a bite of the kimbap.

you rolled your eyes in annoyance, as you picked up a pillow from the floor and casted the pillow toward him, hitting him right on the face. ‘oh, no. no, no, no.’ he wagged his little finger. he walked past and over the scattered pillows on the floor, and launched himself on you.

'get off me, jiwon!’ you shrieked, trashing madly, trying to lose his grip on you. it seems that all your efforts had gone to waste, as he swiftly grabbed you by the waist, flinging you over his shoulder.

'ya, kim jiwon. we have to film!’

he dropped himself onto the couch, with you still on him, and started tickling you. you screeched, ‘bobby! we have to film!’

he let out a laugh, and raised his arms to the air, a sign of surrender. ‘okay, okay.’ you huffed, getting off him and wiping all the imaginary dust off you. before switching the camera on, he had made you settle in between his legs.

'hey, guys! it’s me, again.’ you cheerfully started your video with your usual greeting. 'due to popular demand, today’s vlog will be featuring-’ you paused, looking down on the cue cards your boyfriend had gave you earlier on. 'the talented, jaw-dropping ball of sexi- jiwon, do you really expect me to read all these?’

'well, isn’t what stated true though?’

you literally had to ignore the urge slap him right there and then. ‘anyway, meet bobby, as you all know, my boyfriend,’ you grinned and side-glanced him, indicating his cue to introduce himself.

'hello,’ he said, waving at the camera lazily, with his signature smirk plastered on his face. you rolled your eyes, 'he’s just trying to keep up with his,’ you paused, raising your hands to the air, and virtually forming air quotes, 'cool image of his.’

you heard him comment a ‘hey!’, and you let out a snigger. bending over the coffee table located right next to the couch, you reached and grabbed your phone. you hummed, scrolling through your mentions, deciding on which questions you would choose.

'jiwon, you do know what the boyfriend tag is?’ you asked, without turning to face him, as you continue scrolling. he nodded, tapping his finger on the surface of the table, 'it’s where the boyfriend answers questions about the girlfriend, right?’

'yup, and are you ready for that mr. kim?’ you snickered, as he laughed cockily. 'of course, mrs. kim. i’ll get it all right.’

you raised a brow as your hand latched onto one of the stranded pillows lying on the floor, ‘do you want another whipping, kim jiwon?’

with his response, ‘you can whip me anytime, baby,’ you ended up throwing the pillow to his face, earning a ‘ppofft’ from him.

'time for the questions! okay, first one. which part of my body do you like best?’

'your lips, of course!’ he exclaimed. 'in fact, your lips look really lonely.’

you turned to him, forehead wrinkled, as a questioning look was planted onto your face. ‘what?’

he seemed to have ignored you and continued with his act, ‘why not have mine on yours?’ he wriggled his eyebrows, his true motive revealed. he leaned nearer to your face, in hopes of getting a kiss.

you pushed him off you, reminding him that everything will be recorded and be made to the public. ‘next question! she enters School Food, what will she order?’

'their soy sauce carbonara ddedokbokki, since she can’t take spicy food. i remember her turning red once she ate jjamppong. i could literally see puffs of smoke coming out from her ears.’ he guffawed, the particular scene repeating in his head.

you huffed and pouted, ‘nice one, bobby. next question; who’s her bestfriend?’

'me, of course!’ he answered quickly. 'i’m a three-in-one package,’ you laughed, 'not you, mention someone else.’

'junhoe,’ he answered, properly this time. you let out a hum of approval, as you pick the next question. 'you’re better than I expected, jiwon.’

he dramatically placed his hand on his chest, ‘you dare doubt me?’, earning a cheeky laugh from you.

'okay, last question. when will you break up with her?’

'what type of question is this?’ you laughed, knowing how protective he is, after receiving fan-mails from a few guys, and honestly, they are not bad looking; it just gave jiwon a thought of having to fight against hundred of guys all over the world, to win you. 'if you want the answer, it’s never.’ he answered simply, ending it off with a shrug.

'i have a vision,’ he paused, staring perilously into space. 'you’ll be mrs. kim and we’ll live happily ever after,’ he grinned dreamily, taking you by the hand and pulling you to your feet. he twirled your round and round, as if you were cinderella and he’s your prince charming dancing in the ballroom.

soon after that, he sat down, back to his original place, but now you were comfortably settled on his lap. he placed his chin on your shoulder, murmuring, ‘you do love me, right?’

behind his cocky and arrogant façade, his just a little boy, who brings his pooh bear everywhere, wanting to be loved.

'of course, i do. what makes you think i don’t?’

he stayed silent, taking a lock of your hair into his hand and playing with it. ‘well,’ he said, hesitating for a little while. he brushed your hair away, putting behind your ear and planted a kiss on your cheek. ‘she’s mine, you bastards.’

you laughed, ‘okay, okay. this will be the end. bye, everyone!’ you got up, and headed to the camera, turning it off. you felt arms sneakily made their way around your waist. he turned you round, as your eyes lock with each others’. 

'i love you.’

you leaned in, your  forehead against his’. ‘i love you, too.’