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URL CHANGE
In honor of the literal dream come true news, bringing this gem of a URL back for the forseeable future :)
Hi there, to your anon, I'm a new CS writer I'd love some prompts and I can get to them today or tomorrow!
Excellent! I hope you don’t mind me publishing because that’s the only way I can let them know.
The notebook is quite honestly a lambcuddles AU. JUST DO IT YOU WON'T REGRET IT. that is all <3
omg I guess I’ll watch it then!!!
Tommy
I’m assuming we’re talking Merlyn here. If not, too bad...
Sexuality Headcanon: Bisexual with a strong leaning toward womenGender Headcanon: MaleA ship I have with said character: Tommy Merlyn/Laurel LanceA BROTP I have with said character: Tommy Merlyn & Felicity SmoakA NOTP I have with said character: I’m pretty happy with anything with Tommy so I can’t really think of anything off the top of my headA random headcanon: Tommy suffers from depression. He doesn’t like to talk about it, but it comes and goes. His father didn’t believe in the diagnosis, called it a weakness of the mind and demanded Tommy learn to control himself. Laurel was always willing to just sit with him when he was feeling particularly glum. It’s part of the reason he fell for her.General Opinion over said character: Basically, I love him. He needs to be protected!
“Just try to calm down. The painkillers will start working soon…” -Cartinelli ruin my life
“English, please, make it stop!” Angie cried in pain. Peggy was trying her best to stay strong for the younger girl. She could carry the most stoic face when out in the field, but when she was at home with her ill girlfriend was much more difficult. “It hurts so bad!”
“I know, darling, I know,” Peggy sighed running a shaky hand over Angie’s burning forehead. “Just try to calm down. The painkillers will start working soon…”
“You said that half an hour ago, English,” Angie moaned, curling into herself, doing whatever she could to alleviate the pain in her abdomen. “Aspirin don’t take that long to work.”
“It’s only taking a little longer than normal. That’s all this is.” She moved closer, allowing Angie to lay against her more. “Try to rest, darling. You’ll feel better when you wake I promise.”
“I’ll try,” she whimpered, shivering pathetically in Peggy’s arms. “Can I have that other blanket?”
“You’re already so hot; I don’t think that will help, dear.”
“Now isn’t the time to be flirting, English,” she grunted. Well at least her sense of humor was still there. “Please? I’m so cold.”
Angie’s eyes pleaded up at her, and Peggy didn’t have it in her heart to deny her, especially when she was so sick. Slowly, she wrapped another quilt around Angie, helping to ease her chills. “There you go. Now sleep. It will help.”
Only the sleep didn’t help.
Angie was awake an hour later, vomiting into their toilet bowl. Each lurch only intensified the pain. Peggy held her hair back, rubbing soft circles into her back as the vomiting turned to dry heaving. “Oh, darling…”
Angie was finally able to gain some relief resting her head against the toilet. “I don’t feel well, English.”
“I know. Shh, I know,” Peggy comforted running a thumb over Angie’s sweaty forehead. “Can I take your temperature?”Angie could only manage a little nod, but that was good enough for Peggy.
Minutes later, Peggy pulled the small device out of Angie’s mouth. Her eyes widened at the reading. There was no other option- Angie had to see a doctor now. “40 degrees…”
“’Merican numbers, Peg.”
“104. Darling, do you think you can stand?”
“I can try,” Angie murmured wavering as she lifted herself up. A wave a pain hit as she was about to get to her feet, causing her to fall back on the floor. “No, no, nope. Ow! Ah! Ahhh!” she hissed as the pain grew.
Peggy was quick to pick up Angie. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” She readjusted her to that Angie’s head was laying against her chest. “I’m taking you to a doctor. I don’t think this can wait until morning, my sweet.”
The trip to the hospital was a blur. Doctors asking about Angie’s symptoms, her temperature, her family history. It was too much for Peggy to keep up with. All she wanted was for Angie to feel better. And words like “appendicitis” and “emergency surgery” getting thrown around didn’t help much.
Before she knew it, Angie was being taken away, crying as she went into the operating room. All Peggy could do was sit and wait and, although she didn’t consider herself a religious woman, pray.
Hours later, a nurse arrived telling Peggy things were alright. They were able to remove her appendix before it could burst. Her fever was much lower. She would be awake soon.
Angie was safe. Angie was okay.
And in that moment, Peggy could breathe again. Things were going to be okay.
*plentiful highlighters* I <3 Andrew.
But you know what it means! *sigh* But because I love you I’ll write another haiku anyway *deep breath*:
Brave but foolhardy, Teachers he needs to aid him, So he makes some friends
my fav thing about you is how many awesome things you love and how much work and effort you put into learning about what you love, also you are just an A+ rad person who is always there for me so thanks for being awesome friend
Ahhhhhhhh you’re making me blush friend you are so nice and kind!!!!
can you write a cute olicity cooking drabble?
Yes. Not much to do with cooking, but oh, well...
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The View
“Felicity,” Oliver’s voice perks in amusement, “what are you doing?”
“Nothing,” she responds with false innocence, rolling her chair back a fraction to get a better view.
He looks up from the frying pan to let his eyes linger over his fiance. Then he sees where her eyes are. “Are you staring at my ass?”
Felicity grins shamelessly. “It’s a nice ass.”
“Fe-li-ci-ty,” he groans, turning back to the frying pan.
“What? I can’t appreciate my fiance?”
“You can appreciate me all you want after dinner.”
“But the view from here is divine.”
Oliver shoots her a no-nonsense look. They had planned this dinner with everyone a month ago, and he refused to let her distract him.
“Fine. I’ll be good.” She rolls around the table, but throws a promising look over her shoulder. “For now.”