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You can wipe away someone's tears, but not their pain.

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Okay I’m really gonna need all of you to step up the game and write some Elsa x Reader stuff like we all know how attracted to her we are just someone who has the ability to actually write do it before I have to

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Omg stop that was so cute omg. The way I'm trying to hunt down these sara lance x reader fics. I am in fact addicted

Hi I love your work, could you do a fluffy Sara lance x reader fic?

Hi sweets, thank you sooo much <3 I don't know if I'm good at fluff, but I gave it a try. (Honestly didn't like it very much, but I hope you do).

Word Count: 1500+

Pairings: Sara Lance x Reader

Warnings: Drunkness

Drunk In Love

You were drunk, so utterly drunk, how could you not be? You saw the girl you’ve been pining over whispering and giggling alongside Ava. You knew you had no right to feel jealous, you never told Sara how you felt about her, so the only logical answer was for you to go to a party and get drunk. And god, you were fucking wasted, there was no other way to describe it, you were stumbling, your words slurring into each other, your laughter had gotten louder and more frequent. Yeah, drunk was a bit of an understatement.

You were lucky enough that you and the other Legends were in a time period where parties were in full swing, so you took advantage of that… The problem was that, somehow, in the midst of your drinking, you had called one Sara Lance. It was not completely your fault, though, you were absolutely sure you were talking to Zari. You just wanted a ride back home.

You had said, in a mixture of words almost impossible to decipher, that you’d be waiting in the hot dog cart around the corner from the party. And that's where you sat down to wait.

Honestly, you didn't know how much time passed, maybe you had even fallen asleep for a second there, but soon enough you felt a hand on your shoulder. You lifted your head and your gaze locked onto the bluest pair of eyes you had ever seen.

"Sara?" you asked tilting your head a bit, a little less drunk than before. "What are you doing here? You’re not Zari”.

“No, I'm not Zari, sorry to let you down,” Sara said in a mocking tone, helping you to your feet.

“What? No! You could never, ever, ever let me down 'cause you're a muffin! A lil’ muffin full of love! It’s not physically possible for you to let anyone down.” Your words sounded perfect in your ears, it was a pity Sara could barely hear them because of your slurring.

The blonde had an arm around your waist, your words might have been slurred, but she understood them nonetheless, because she understood you, so began to laugh. A giant smile spread across her face.

“My god, you have such a beautiful laugh,” Sara stopped laughing and looked at you more intently, but you were too drunk to notice, so you simply kept talking. “I’ve always wanted to tell you that you had the prettiest laugh I’ve ever heard, but I thought I’d be weird if I came out of nowhere and just went to you all like 'hey Sara, you have the prettiest laughter in the world’... Would it be weird?”

Sara’s hand on your waist tightened a bit, her heart beating a bit faster.

“No,” the blonde said with a goofy grin on her face, “it wouldn’t be weird. It’d be very sweet, actually.”

A huge smile lit up your face. “Perfect! So I'll tell you that the next time you laugh again, okay?”

Sara bit her lip. “That’s fine with me.”

If it were any other person, they may have had some difficulty in handling a drunk you, but this was Sara, so she managed to get you to the car without breaking a sweat. There was someone in the driver’s seat, you couldn’t tell who, but by that beautiful hair, it could only be Ray.

Sara got into the backseat with you, pulling you to her and closing the door. The car started to move soon enough, Sara had managed to put the seatbelt on herself, but you were another story altogether, you refused to sit properly, you were practically parched in the blonde’s lap, your legs over hers and your head resting on her shoulder.

“Damn,” you said in a drunken slur, “how could I have forgotten you smelled so good?”

“Kitty-cat, you're drunk,” Sara said with a sigh.

You lifted your hand and pulled your thumb and forefinger together, leaving a hairs-width distance between them.

“Just a teensy little bit, like this,” you said to the blonde.

Sara threw back her head and started to laugh, the sound echoing in your head, and more than ever you were sure that, yes, it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.

“You are a very cute drunk, Y/N,” Sara said trying to hold back her laughter.

Your smile dropped at that and it made Sara frown.

“So you like me drunk?” you asked, your voice wavering now “That means that if I get drunk more often you’ll like me more than you like Ava?”

“You don’t need to get drunk for that, I already like you more than I like Ava. Y/N I like you more than I like anyone, really.” She said in a sweet tone, caressing your face.

A smile that could melt the sun itself came upon your face and you hugged Sara tightly, burying your face in her neck and tightening your arms around her waist.

“You're the best person ever,” you whispered.

One of Sara’s arms wrapped around your back while the other went to your waist.

“Next time you could come with me,” You said then, “I would love to see you drunk too, I bet drunk Sara is the funniest, I bet I’d love her just like I love the normal you.”

Sara's hand on your waist suddenly tightened a little, an involuntary reaction.

"You love the normal me, then?" Sara asked.

“Yes!” You practically squealed and then disentangled your arms from Sara to open them as if you wanted to indicate size. “I love a looot of people. Most of the people I love are my friends, so it's not romantic love, it's more like a friendly love, then there's the love I have for my family and the love I have for people I really love, you know. There is a lot of love for everyone.”

"And what kind of love have you reserved for me in that heart of yours?" Sara asked with a smirk on her face.

She didn't expect to see a frown on your face.

“You know what? I don’t know,” you said and frowned, leaning back into Sara. “You should have my friendly love because you’re my best friend! We’ve fought together, we have fun, you help me, I help you. We’re like two peas in a pod!”

It was Sara's turn to frown.

"So you don’t love me like a friend?" she asked, caressing your waist with her hand.

“I do love you!” you exclaimed as if it was absurd to think otherwise. “Just not as a friend, no, cause friends don’t think about you the way I do”.

Sara's hand on your waist tightened even more, her body was suddenly rigid and she was looking at you with one hundred percent of her attention.

"And what do you think about me?"

You giggled and tucked your face in Sara’s neck once again, she smiled as she caressed your arms.

“I think stuff like, wow I really want to kiss you. And your body is beautiful, I've pictured you naked several times, not that I tell anyone that, of course.”

Sara didn't say anything, just continued to watch you as if you were her sole point of focus.

“And I feel kinda bad when I see you and Ava,” you continued, not noticing the intensity of Sara’s gaze, “and I love it when you, well, when you do anything, really, I just love looking at you.”

Sara was caressing your hair now, you practically purred on her lap, she smiled, wishing more than anything that you’d remember this.

“I love you too, cupcake.” She whispered.

You untangled yourself from her to look her in the eyes, a bright smile on your face once more. “You do?!” you almost squealed drunkenly.

Sara was trying hard to hold in her laughter, so she just nodded, bumping your nose with hers. “More than anything.”

You practically bounced on her lap. “Oh, so can I sleep with you tonight?!”

Sara was beaming at your enthusiasm, it was endearing, adorable, and so darn cute. “With one condition. We stay with clothes on.” She said, using her finger to boop your nose. She didn’t want to take advantage of you.

You gasp as if you realized something, then grasped her by the shoulders and looked her dead in the eyes. “I’m not drunk anymore. Can we kiss?”

You were definitely drunk.

Sara laughed out loud then, she couldn’t hold it back anymore, she pinched your cheeks before pulling you in to hug you. “Not now, tomorrow, when there’s no trace of alcohol in your system.”

You nodded and tucked yourself into her again. “So tomorrow we can kiss?”

She nodded. “Yes, sweetie.”

“And hug? And cuddle? And we can tickle each other until one of us cave? And we can-…” you were saying, but your words got lower and lower in volume.

“We already do all of that.” Sara whispered, caressing your hair once again “But yes, we can do that and more. We can do whatever you want.”

You kissed her jaw. “Thank you, Sar, I love you.”

She kissed your temple. “I love you too, Y/N/N. Now go to sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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just wanna say thank you for keeping clintasha alive. god bless.

It’s my pleasure! Let’s be honest, though - Clintasha keeps itself alive with moments like this:

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Before I end up assuming the worst smh

Honestly though

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To be completely horny with you, I want your fingers inside me

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I’m like romantic horny

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Someone: yeah it was so sad when this character died

Me, who’s already read 15 fix-it fics and no longer can tell the difference between canon and fanon: when they what

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“You really do want me, and you hate it.”

OR: the talia/margot college au no one asked for

read it on ao3

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I need Margot x Talia fics that don't immediately end up with sex. I want the tension. I want the push and pull, the fighting, the attraction, the frustration with the forbidden. The stakes pressed to skin, the awareness of the other's smell, the rising chest but then they separate because kissing instead the first chance they get close is so unrealistic. They are mortal enemies, taught to fear and despise each other from birth.

Will they have sex? Probably. Eventrually.

But let it build up.

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Anyone wanna start a petition?

look i GET that the First Kill milfs are in happy and committed relationships but i just think it would be nice if they had a thing. it would just be nice, okay?

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Fr tho. They're gayer than the gay characters and I'm here for it

first kill🤝the summer I turned pretty

the moms of the main kids being extremely gay

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ngl I could do without experiencing the epic highs and lows of mental illness

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Writing Reminders

Create whole new worlds every day

Write that trope you want to write

Give your WIPs a rest, you can always come back to them

Drop a WIP if it just doesn't feel right

Write as slow or as fast as you need to

Ignore that writing advice if it doesn't work for you

Create characters that are a mix of all your own insecurities and personality traits

Create characters that are nothing like you

Don't get discouraged by other people's writing

Seek inspiration from every place you can get it

Write that imperfect first draft, you'll make it beautiful later

Writing is a wonderful thing to do, so do what makes you happy

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April Prompts 🐞

Word prompts to use for doodling or writing

ladybug

basket

pastels

easter egg

sunlit

berry red

river

nature

kitchen table

basil

seeds

fireflies

windmill

smiling

daisy

art supplies

nest

caterpillar

skyline

dessert

bicycle

vegetable garden

friends

clouds

hot-air balloon

games

soft breeze

dates

mushrooms

teasing

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One crush has a boyfriend and unlabelled, the other crush has a girlfriend and is lesbian, and the last crush is my close friend and pansexual... now tell me why I'm always falling for the unavailable 🙃