#exnativo

[greenll3unny]

Prompt meeeeeh

I have all week to myself. No spouse, no baby. Someone prompt me a Teen Titans, Miraculous Ladybug, Slayers, OR SOME SHIT. CMOOOOON! DO IT.

[kasueli]

Hey yo~~~!

If we kissed:

[x] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[x] Be confused

[] Be delighted

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[x] I’m taken-

[] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[x] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[x] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] Yeah, sure.

[] FRICK YES.

[] No.

[kasueli]

$5,000,000,000 :D

But where is the money tho :D

I really could need it!

[codegeasu]

exnativo replied to your photoset “throwback to a yr ago when I had a snapchat (and self esteem) for abt...”

You're stunning, holy shit.

holy shit n o  ?? wo w thank u????

[teentitansheadcanons]

3581. Inside of Robin’s suitcase was a smaller suitcase.

submitted by exnativo

[genuine-foxy-fan]

Favorite Fanfic authors(I might miss some sorry)

Xaphrin Megwritesfanfiction Felerial Bleedingwriter Exnativo (in no particular order, I know I'm missing someone and it hurts my heart)

[xaphrin]

 exnativo - You are one glorious bastard… and super hard to write for, you know? So you get disgusting, filthy fluff (it was either that or horribly inappropriate, raunchy sex).

You never fail to make me laugh, and you are a joy to talk to, and far, far too talented for your own good. I am so, so glad that you’ve come into my life. Happy Boxing Day!

- - -

Raven tapped her fingers on the counter and stared out the window, her lips tugging down into frown. Yesterday had been fun. Really, really fun… even for her. There had been lights and colors and laughter, and the warmth that had come from being part of a family… this family. This family of ragtag superheroes and their misfit friends. It had been fun opening gifts and gorging themselves on rich, sweet foods, then getting practically plastered on eggnog before retiring to their rooms for a long, much needed rest.

Yes, it had been fun.

But something still felt… sad. Well, perhaps not sad, per say, but Raven was certainly disappointed. She didn’t know why, but she had assumed (hoped, really) that Beast Boy would get her something special. It didn’t have to be expensive, and he didn’t have to do anything for her at all, but she had honestly hoped that maybe he would have gone out of his way to try and do something nice for her.

Raven sighed again and shook her head. This wasn’t what the holiday was about. It was about being with family and friends, and knowing that you were loved. It was about good cheer and happiness and caring for others, and all that other sickeningly sweet, disgusting feelings nonsense. It wasn’t about gifts…

…so why did it hurt?

Perhaps more than the idea of gifts, it was about the fact that she realized she had been forgotten by the person she cared for. Even more than that, she had honestly thought that they were moving past their teammates relationship into something more… substantial. She thought that maybe, just maybe, she was more to him than a Titan, and more to him than a friend.

Or, maybe she was still just the creepy girl on the team all over again.

That poisonous thought bit at her soul just a little too hard.

Raven sighed and stared out at the window, feeling someone else enter the quietness of the kitchen. She looked up and watched as Beast Boy entered her space, his ears drooping with embarrassment as his hands were hidden behind his back. He shuffled for a moment, as if unsure how to start talking to her, or how to get her attention.

Raven just stood there, leaning on the counter and watching him with curiosity. He mumbled something to himself before lifting his eyes and looking up at her with a small smile.

“I… I didn’t forget about your gift, Raven.”

She blushed and looked away quickly, staring down into her mug of lukewarm tea. Had she been that obvious?

“I just…” He trailed off, struggling for a moment with something writhing inside him. It was as if he doubted himself, or was afraid of rejection. “I didn’t want to do this in front of the rest of the team… and, I wasn’t really sure what to get you either. You have everything you want, and I sometimes I have a hard time seeing myself with a place in your life.” There was another pause as he lifted his eyes to meet her own. “But I want to have a place in your life, Raven. I want to be by your side when things get rough or stuff get’s out of hand. I want to be the person you turn to when you have a bad day, or if you just get lonely… I want to be your friend, and sometimes I want to be more than your friend.”

“Beast Boy, I-“

He cut her off with a shake of his head. “Don’t, Raven… or I’m going to lose my confidence…”

With a slow, shaky breath, he pulled his hands from behind his back, and he offered her a small gold box tied with a bright red ribbon. “Merry Christmas, Raven.”

She blinked in surprise and took the small box from him, carefully untying the ribbon to look inside. There, written in his untidy, childish scrawl was a homemade “coupon” that said “Good for one joke-free, pun-free date with Garfield Logan. Does not expire.”

Raven lifted her eyes to his own and felt the blush crawl up her neck. “Oh…”

He smiled, his eyes brightening as he saw the joy in her face. “Merry Christmas, Raven,” he repeated, his hand reaching out to hold her own. “And a happy New Year.”

((and then they all died, the end))

[greenll3unny]

Uff Da!

*crawls out from under a mountain of unpaid OT* I... I live! Almost. Today and December 3rd. And then I'm done with clinicals.

For those of you who worried about me; well, okay. You guys were a little bit right. I have to elevate one leg for 15 minutes QD every day for the rest of my pregnancy but THATS IT I SWEAR.

Baby girl is fine. Grumpy as usual, but fine.

Got my walking dead on with a patient.

Went thugging in my scrubs for the first two weeks. Very sexy.

Got mistaken for a teenager. A lot.

Lots of stories.

Maybe I'll have the chance to write before I go home for Christmas...?