#sevansandco

[herheroics]

@sevansandco liked for a starter from kensilina

       twisting her neck from side to side, kensi rubbed the sides of it as she entered the house she shared with her partner. they both had a long and painful day, the bruises and cuts she had were hardly the worst things she had received on the job but any day they both came home safe ( remotely at least ) and sound, well, it made things feel just a bit better. turning to deeks as they stepped inside, she stepped into him, pressing a soft kiss to the blondes lips “so, how about we order take out and have a beer or two? and then sleep in before going for a swim tomorrow because, funnily enough, we both actually have the day off tomorrow, that’s just weird.”

[haleiisms]

They had been dating for years now, yet the romance had not died down. It could be something to do with the way they fed off the danger the two of them faced on a daily basis. The way stealing made them feel like they had the energy of a thousand souls. Some called them Bonnie and Clyde, only hopefully neither of them would die. Oliver was pretty good at protecting Felicity from harm. 

That night was full of adrenaline. Felicity had used her abilities to hack into the building, putting her hand on the metal box which held the digital code. Her eyes flashed purple and within seconds she was typing the code in and she had taken Oliver’s hand and was dragging him down the halls to where the good technology sat. She had been wanting to get her hands on this computer system for a while now. Luckily it was powered down. She was only just getting a handle on the new ability she had developed. The ability to gather information from any technological device with a single touch. She was able to use the electricity from the devices, feed it through her body and use it as a weapon by either holding onto them or simply waving her hand. It had come in very handy lately. 

Felicity now leant against the wall of one of the bank vaults they had decided to rob. She had shut down the cameras and was taking a break, a lot at once often drained her energy. She inspected her nails and let out a sigh as she watched Oliver load the money into several bags. 

“Now we have all this money, are you finally going to propose to me?” She asked bluntly, a bored look on her face. 

[ @sevansandco hit the heart for an E2 Felicity starter. Nic apologises for the length. ]

[theindieflash]

@sevansandco

He closed his eyes. He felt how water ran down his back. His shirt clinging to his body, water drops dripping, down his face. Oliver let out a breath, as he raised his hand knocking on the door. The rain, the cold, it all remind him of the past. Something he didn’t want to think about, not now. His fists clenched together, it felt like it took forever, it was probably a couple of seconds in reality, the door was opened in front of him.

“Felicity,” he breathed out, he felt the warmth coming from inside of her apartment, maybe it had been a bad idea t show up like this. But he needed a familiar face, someone that understood him, and not judge too much. “Sorry,” he shook his head, “I shouldn’t have shown up, I can leave.” Oliver took a couple of steps back. “I’m just gonna leave.”

Felicity gasped as she opened the door and saw Oliver standing on the other side of it. He had been the last person she’d been expecting to see, things were...well things were a little strained between them at the moment, the team had more or less fallen apart, and they’d grown distant amongst it all. But she still cared about him, she cared about him a lot, it was just hard to show it, especially when Oliver seemed to push her away more times than he actually let her in.

“No, no wait!” she called after him, reaching out and placing her hand on his arm, turning him around to face her, “You’re soaking, at least come inside and dry off...?” she offered giving him a small hint of a smile, “Please? I mean, you obviously came here for a reason, right? Come on, I have coffee...”

[notsosweetporcelain]

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Kurt raised his brow as he crossed his arm, his eyes now looking at Sam’s coat wiggling. It was obvious that he had a form of dog in there, apparently a small one. “Baby, I knew if there was something out there like a barking coat. Fashionista, remember?” He pointed at himself, then at the coat, but not too harshly. “What’s a surprise is that you didn’t ask me about this, Sam.” He was serious, but still looked at his husband with fond eyes.

[lesfleursfortes-a]

{ @sevansandco }

Maya didn’t remember Tree Hill.  She knows that, when she was really young, her mom had brought her down to visit her grandfather, but most of the time, he came up to New York City to see them.  It was nice to be able to spend time with her grandfather again, even if the conditions that brought her to his hometown weren’t the best.  She knew that they had a short amount of time together, but she hoped to make the most of it while she could.

After making and eating lunch with her grandpa, she decided to venture out and get acquainted with her new home.  It was so different from the city she had lived in for all of her life, but she supposed it wasn’t the worst place she could be stuck for the foreseeable future.  In her exploring, she came across a basketball court by the river.  She had never been the most athletic, but her mom had always been a fan of basketball.  She pulled her small sketchbook and pencil out of her back pocket, then sat at a nearby bench to sketch the river’s edge.  If there was one thing she was excited about being in Tree Hill, it was the many beautiful views.  She was so wrapped up in her drawing, she didn’t realize someone was approaching until they were right in front of her.  “Um, can I help you with something?  Shit, is this private property or something?”

[thewildestdreams]

@sevansandco​ liked for a starter !! 

❝I made mistakes.. and I can’t keep pretending they didn’t happen.❞

[dancescircles]

@sevansandco from here

“Bad sushi,” she said, shooting a dirty look his way. Of course, she was lying. He knew it. She knew that he knew it. She was too hungover to care. “Can you get my coffee? It’s on my desk.” The massive cup was hard to miss. 

[stberrywrites]

Closed starter or sevansandco || Blackout

Honestly there was nothing Rachel hated more than thunderstorms. It wasn’t the sound of the thunder or even the potential risk of death from a lighting strike, but the fact that her tiny loft always experienced a power outage. She had been living in the shoebox for almost a year and had yet to get anyone to even consider her demands to bring it up to code. There as a thousand percent chance that they were all going to die in there one day and the landlord would just shrug and put up vacancy signs. But the small one room with a lofted bed was home and she always made the best of it.

Except during any sort of storm where it felt like the entire building shook. She was in the ground floor laundry room when the storm started and couldn’t help but whine to herself as she quickly started to finishing folding her laundry before anything happened. Before she could finish a crack of thunder and lightning the power went out and she groaned and quickly made her way to the hallway running into someone knocking her laundry basket out of her hands.

“Oh I’m so sorry!”