okay I know that no one else really cares but I’m genuinely upset about Ichiya and him disappearing from everyone’s life because I’ll be damned if that man deserved to. He’s such an awesome dude despite his uh… quirks and omg can we just take a moment to appreciate him and mourn cause I’m so distraught like there’s tears everywhere.
look at this man. He’s the epitome of perfection with his snaz snaz hair and constant sparkles. AND DO YOU SEE HIS LIL BOW TIE!!! HE’S ROCKING THAT LIL BOW TIE!! LOOK HOW FANCY HE IS! SO HANDSOME
THIS MAN!! LOOK AT HIM!! HE’S AMAZING!!!
HE SAVED FAIRYTAIL’S ASSES WITH HIS BOMB ASS SHIP!!!!!
AND LETS NOT FORGET WHEN HE SAVED THE THUNDER LEGION WITH HIS ALMIGHTY PARRRFUUUMMM!!!
AND THEN THIS MAN GIVES HIS LIFE TO SAVE THE GOD DAMN WORLD!!!!!!!! HE IS BEAUTIFUL!!! HE IS SO UNDER APPRECIATED AND I CANNOT DEAL WITH HIM BEING GONE!!! AND THIS PICTURE IS JUST ARGHHHHH!!! I LOVE HIM SM AND HE’S TOO BEAUTIFUL!!!
HE HAS LEFT SUCH A HUGE IMPRINT ON THEIR LIVES I CANNOT!!!
IT’S NOT ABOUT YOUR APPEARANCE THAT MAKES YOU HANDSOME! IT’S YOUR ACTIONS! AND BY GOD THIS WAS THE HANDSOMEST MAN EVER!
Anon, you’ve slayed me. That’s so cute and pure and my heart is just tearing itself apart. I just love these sorts of prompt. THEY’RE PURE AND EVERYONE IS HAPPY, SO I’M HAPPY FOR THEM. I hope you enjoy, and thanks for the request. I have chosen to subject Jesse McCree to this because this guy needs some McLovin’. (I’m just in a Jesse McCree mood for some reason.)
A romantic relationship in this line of work was a dangerous thing, and if you both valued your lives, you would never enter one. Attachment is dangerous, you reminded yourself daily. But your traitorous heart ached anyway, unheeding of your rationality and logic.
Dealing with this whole thing would be tremendously easier if you and Jesse McCree weren’t on a long-term mission mission as a duo. It took every scrap of self-control (and more) to prevent yourself from embarrassing yourself with some over-the-top reaction when this mission was announced. Though, Torbjorn did receive a nasty glare when he shouted, “About damn time. I’ve got projects to fund, you know.”
It’s been weeks since you both came to this city, setting up camp in a residential neighborhood where there were suspected to be a weapons trading ring. It was hard to believe at first considering just how peaceful everything seemed when you and Jesse moved in, pretending to be recently married. When you questioned the decision for this scenario (not that you were entirely against it), Soldier: 76 explained it was to blend in and get among the trading ring’s ranks. It was a very family-orientated neighborhood, after all. Jesse, always the one to roll with the punches, took your hand and tapped you where a ring would theoretically sit.
“So, d’you wanna take my last name or should I take yours?”
That lit a fire so bright inside you that you felt like you were going to become a victim of spontaneous human combustion.
It wouldn’t be the last time you’d feel such a way.
ok. I apologize. I started all this just to celebrate Sam’s B Day but then….genderbend…yeah.I literally spent half of April doing this bUT IT DOESN’T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH SAM’S FREAKING BIRTHDAY AND I’M SITTING HERE LIKE WTF IS WRONG WITH MY BRAIN???! HOW WAS THIS A GOOD IDEA???
A/N: I decided to make the ‘YouTube Life’ scenario into a mini-series where the girlfriend (reader) is a blooming YouTuber and each scenario will include her doing different YouTube videos with Dean. Please don’t let this die out.
You laid your makeup and makeup tools out on a table and giggled excitedly. After practically harassing him for months, Dean finally agreed to let you do a video where you try to put makeup on him. Admittedly, you weren’t a makeup artist but you considered yourself to be fairly decent. He wore makeup, but it was never much, only extending to BB cream, filling in his eyebrows, and occasionally some taupe brown eyeshadow.
Summary: John finds out that Alex is ticklish, but doesn’t do anything about it, and Alex is a bit bummed over that fact. Modern!Lams.
A/N: This fic was written as a collab with the lovely @ticklishraspberries! We wrote this by combining some prompts and text posts that we thought would fit, and we really hope you all like it as we’re both pretty pleased with it!
I’ll have you know that the doc we’ve been writing in has been called “collab aaayyy” for the majority of the time.
He got like this sometimes; all sad and troubled and anxious. John knew that, having grown up the way he had, it was now imprinted on his very soul. All that sorrow. There was no escaping it. It was a part of his personality now.
But John still didn’t like it. It made it incredibly hard to comfort his boyfriend, and he hated seeing him upset. It broke his heart. Fortunately Alex only seemed just a bit down that day. Not like last week when he’d barely left their bedroom.
John still approached him with caution. “You okay?”
*this gif isn’t mine all rights go to their respected owners*
Ahhhh I cannot believe the massive amounts of requests I got for a part 2 of Meet the Family!!! I wasn’t really planning on writing a sequel but because it was highly requested I decided this update will be my gift to you all for my 500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION!! Thank you sooo much for all the lovely messages and I hope you all like it!!!
P.S. sorry this wasn’t uploaded earlier but I’ve been studying my ass off for my AP exam. Also, I kinda lost inspiration to write for a while due to the large pain-in-the-ass essays my English teacher has wanted me to write every single week while I was in school. Anyways, I’m back now and hopefully will be able to write more for you wonderful people, enjoy the story (even though it’s not my best work) and I am open for any requests!
Pairings: Joker’s son x reader
Summary: reader introduces the Joker family to a night full of friendly competition via board games but things don’t go quite as planned…
Word Count: 1575 words
Warnings: language, slight make out?
You drew in a deep breath in and gently knocked on the grand mahogany door. There is no turning back now. You nervously chewing on your bottom lip and clutched the plastic bag full of entertainment while standing in front of the picturesque palace.The jingling of a door knob from the opposite end of the door kicked the fear into high drive, eloping it around your entire body. Once the familiar face of your dashing boyfriend appeared before you, your nerves settled a bit.
“Good evening, My Lady.” He greeted you with a pompous voice and bowed gracefully. A giggle erupted from your throat at his ridiculous actions but played along.
“Why good evening, My Lord. Are you ready for a glamorous night full of healthy competition and clean language?” You returned the gesture of bowing yet less graceful.
Jason broke out of character when a loud laugh boomed throughout the house while he brought you into a warm embrace. A low ‘hmmm’ of content left you as you wrapped your supple arms around his waist, resting your head against his muscular chest. God, you could stay in his arms for hours.
“Jasey who’s at th-” Harley emerged from around the corner with a concerned look on her face. When she spotted the young couple a warm smile spread across her face. Young love.
“Oh, hello (Y/N) darlin’.” Your boyfriend’s mother greeted you, causing you to swiftly break out of his grasp and politely return the greeting. The youthful girl burned bright with embarrassment as she was caught embracing her son but that only swelled Harley’s heart with warmth. Such a shy, private girl. Good for Jase.
“Well come on sweet pea, we’re all super excited for this night you have planned!” The mother grasped your hand and guided you towards the luxe living room as your boyfriend was casually strolling behind the two of you.
“Alrighty, lemme grab J before we start!” She squealed, skipping towards her husband’s office. The moment her figure escaped the room, you exhaled a deep breath and searched your boyfriend’s eyes for a glimmer of hope.
“Don’t worry, Doll. Everything will be alright, I mean how bad can this be?”
“Alright. Um, I suspect it’s Mustard in the garage with the dagger…
“Yes, I got it right!”
“FUCKK!” A pissed off Mr. J shouted while chucking the cardboard activity against the wall causing the plastic pieces to fly everywhere. Everyone grew silent as the man with the veins protruding out of his neck paced around the living room. You never knew a dangerous criminal such as Mr. J would get so agitated over something as little as Clue.
“Sweetheart it’s alright. There are plenty of more games for you to win.” Harley cooed while stroking her fuming husband’s arm. While she was attempting to calm him down, Jason gingerly snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you closer towards him. “I know this is your first time playing against my dad, but rule #1, Doll; you gotta let him win.”
You snapped your head towards your boyfriend’s direction—your noses just barely grazing each other. “You want me to lose?” Your competitive side was slowly unleashing.
“Just on purpose. C’mon it’s just a few silly games.” He ushered while pressing a gentle kiss upon your slightly exposed shoulder.
You shrugged his feather-like lips off your shoulder in an instant. “Silly games? I have never lost on purpose before, J. And I don’t intend on doing so just so your old man’s ego doesn’t deflate!
“What was that little girl?” Mr. J growled while slowing standing up, intimidating you by his size. Shit, he must’ve heard your little schpiel with Jason.
“You heard me, old man, or do you want me to say it louder for your hearing aid?” You weren’t afraid of this 40-year-old mafia leader or whatever the hell he actually does. Gradually, you stood up to your full height. Although you weren’t close to Mr. J’s height, it was perfectly clear what the tension was—a pissing contest.
“HA! I won again!” A smug Mr. J proclaimed while crossing his arms with confidence and arrogance.
“There are still a few more games and you haven’t won officially, we’re even.” You mimicked his movements. He thinks he’s so perfect at everything, well we’ll see about that.
“Ugh how much longer is this gonna fucking go on?” Jason growled while resting his head against his mother’s. The two of them have been watching you and Mr. J for the past few hours competing in various board games, and they both looked bored out of their right mind.
“Yeah, Puddin’! Pleeeease I’m dyin’ over here. Just call it a draw, you’ve been going at this for three hours.” Harley whined, stroking her son’s hair motherly.
“No, Harls. I’m gonna continue fucking playing until I beat this child!” he exclaimed, not taking his eyes off the board game.
Jason was growing more impatient by the minute. In his naive mind, he believed tonight was going to be a mature and entertaining night filled with laughter and his parents getting along with his favorite girl, but boy was he mistaken.
Once glancing back down at his phone screen he noticed the time.
“Shit! Darling, it’s 10 o’clock!” Jason jumped off the couch in a swift movement with you following along.
“Aw man! I gotta go home before my dad grounds me for life.” You hurriedly packed up all your games while collecting your purse and heading towards the door where Jason stood.
“This isn’t over! We’re picking up where we left off next time.”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Mr. J!” You hollered while rushing out the door with your boyfriend hot on your tail.
Once your home came into view, Jason cut the engine and shifted his body to lock his gaze upon you. Silence filled the atmosphere of the car until you broke it.
“I had a really nice time tonight.” You started while placing your hand atop of his in a sweet gesture. He flashed you a small smile, bringing your hand up to his mouth which pervaded your heart with warmth.
“I know that look. Tell me what’s bothering you, baby.” You cooed softly, picking up your free hand to stroke his soft, pale cheek.
“Nothing really. It’s just…” His eyes met the cup holder before returning back to you releasing a heavy sigh in the process, “I’m glad that you and my dad have gotten more acquainted with each other, but I just imagined tonight a bit differently, you know?”
A reassuring smile crept its way upon your lips. You knew the real reason why he was acting this way.
“I see. Well, I’m sorry I haven’t given you much of my attention tonight.”
“Yeah, yeah it’s– Wait, what?! N-no! T-that’s not true.” He stammered through his words trying to find a reasonable excuse, but you knew Jason perhaps better than he did. So to silence him, you pulled his face towards yours to mold your lips into a sweet harmonious lip lock. No matter how tough Jason makes himself seem, you can always see right through him. Because, underneath, is an adorable attention-seeking boy that claimed your heart as quick as a hummingbirds’ wings.
All thoughts escaped your mind once your lover gingerly picked you up and plopped you onto his lap in order to deepen the once innocent kiss into one bursting with lust and passion. As Jason swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, you let out a small moan and moved your hands to the back of his neck where one hand tangled into his unruly chestnut locks while the other cupped the base of his neck in order to maintain your balance atop of his lap.
Eventually, you pulled back to gain some oxygen before recollecting your wits that you had to head on home before your dad throws a fit.
“I gotta go, Jase.” You breathed out heavily, resting your forehead against his own as a way to savor the delicious warm contact you shared with him.
“I understand, darling.” He whispered gently but didn’t even make an effort to pull apart from you. You smiled once more, sharing a loving gaze with your beloved before parting away and rushing across the lawn towards your front door.
a/n: lance plays the ukulele, because of course he does. enjoy!
Everything went to shit when Lance found the ukulele.
Keith had no fucking clue how he’d even gotten one,
considering they were in space,
hundreds of thousands of light years away from Earth. The origin of the
instrument, though, was unimportant. The real problem was that Lance couldn’t
seem to stop playing it all the damn time.
And he didn’t just play songs, either. He played them at Keith. As in, to serenade him.
“Hey there Keith, what’s
it like to be part Galra?” Lance sang to him after breakfast one day. “I’m only two feet away, but boy, tonight you
look so pretty—”
Keith sighed. “Lance,” he said flatly. “Can you not? Also, ’Galra’
and ‘pretty’ don’t even rhyme.”
“What, you don’t like my gorgeous singing voice?” Lance
asked. His hand flew to his chest in mock outrage. “Why, Keith, I’m offended!”
“You sing fine, Lance, but—”
“So you admit you like my singing?” Lance interrupted with a
grin. He reached around and slung an arm over Keith’s shoulder. “Well then, you’re
in luck—there’s a lot more where that came from.”
A/N - If you would like a request from the prompt list Send us the name of the Superstar, the gender of the child and a few numbers.
You and Dean had been dating a year and a half. Everything had been going great, Dean was perfect in every sense of the word. He was funny, outgoing, charismatic, loving, understanding. Before you met Dean, you dreaded going out on dates, why? Because every man you met as soon as you mentioned you had a son, they would run a mile.
So when you met Dean you took things extremely slowly. For the first few months, you didn’t tell Dean Y/S/N. But as your relationship with Dean, you had to tell him. You had very much expected Dean to run for the hills, instead, he smiled and began to ask you different questions to get to know the other man in your life. You were shocked by Dean’s behaviour yet you welcomed Dean’s attitude for two reasons, one, men like Dean didn’t come by very often and secondly, in the year and a half you had been with Dean you had fallen in love with Dean and fallen hard.
You and Dean had both discussed when he was going to meet Y/S/N. You tried to work out the perfect opportunity but Y/S/N’s schooling was getting in the way so you and Dean both agreed that you would both wait until the Summer holiday’s and the Summer holiday’s were finally here.
Dean and Y/S/N were going to meet at some time in the next few weeks and while you wanted your two worlds to meet, yet that did not prevent the turmoil of negative emotions that threatened to suffocate you.
You sat in the living room waiting for Dean to call. Y/S/N was already in bed, he had such an exhausting last day at school. After you picked him up from up from School he had been so enthusiastic as he told you about everything he got up too. As the evening progressed, Y/S/N spoke about all the work he had done in school. He also spoke of all the things he wanted to do over the holidays. You didn’t want to promise Y/S/N everything while you did have intentions do a lot of fun activities with Y/S/N, you didn’t know when Dean and Y/S/N for the first time.
Your phone rang, you didn’t have to look at the caller ID because Dean had his own specific ringtone as you pressed your answer button, you stretched out on the couch getting comfortable.
“Hey baby, how are you?” Dean’s rough and ragged voice spoke through the phone.
“I’m good, hows work going?” You replied as Dean slouched onto his bed on the other end of the phone. He had been missing you like crazy today, he wanted nothing more than to see your face. There was nothing more that Dean wanted than to be able to go to bed later knowing that he was one step closer to be able to hold you in his arms and not go to bed alone.
“You know same old, I’ve been causing mischief, breaking skulls everywhere I go. How’s the little man?”
“He’s good, he was exhausted after his last day at school, he made a piece of artwork that he’s insistent on putting in a frame.He’s also mentioned about all the things he wants to do throughout the Summer holiday.” You scooted yourself up into a more comfortable position.
“Was coming to meet his favourite WWE Superstar mentioned? Because I might have an idea about how you can spend your Summer holidays.” You son was definitely the biggest Dean Ambrose fan in the entire world. Every year without fail your son asked for Dean Ambrose merchandise and boy you didn’t even want to go through what happened when Smackdown didn’t record. It was complete and utter mayhem.
“I’m intrigued.” On the other end of the phone, Dean smirked a little bit, while he knew you were going to be hesitant about the plan he knew that you would go for it eventually. Dean was up for convincing and no matter how much it took he needed to see you because he was going stir crazy…more than usual
“Why don’t you come and spend the Summer with me? Do some travelling together, I get to meet Y/S/N, you can meet the guys from work. We get to create some memories. Hopefully, if you agree we can spend some quality time together since I’m going stir crazy. So what ya say, do you wanna come on a crazy adventure with me?” After you listened to Dean’s offer the phone you were tempted, not only would this be the perfect opportunity for Dean and Y/S/N, but you could also spend time with Dean and get out of your area for a while. What if this would be too much for Y/S/N to take in so soon? You didn’t want to overwhelm him.
“It sounds great Dean, but what if this is too much for Y/S/N to take in?”
“He’ll be fine, what kid wouldn’t want to travel, get to spend time in hotel rooms and get to meet the people he sees on TV. Baby, I know I’ve never met him before but I promise you I’ll protect him with my life. Besides you don’t exactly have a choice because I just booked a ticket to come and meet you before we fly out to our first location. Baby, you better get packing because I’m coming for you and Y/S/N. I love you, baby, I’ll definitely be seeing you very soon.” The phone went dead before you could even reply. You just hoped Dean was right and you wondered what Y/S/N reaction would be in the morning…
That morning, you were up early doing laundry. You were in your room trying to work out what on earth you were going to take. What do you even pack for? Hearing the door creak open, you looked down to see your son walking into the room.
“Momma, what are ya doing?” Y/S/N asked as he walked into the room.
“Hey baby, can I talk to you for a second?” You asked as you stopped doing what you had been previously.
“Sure, I’m not in trouble am I?” You shook your head as you scooped up Y/S/N into your arms before settling on your bed.
“No baby, your not in trouble. So you know how Mummy has been seeing a man for a really long time.” Y/S/N nodded so you took it as the signal to continue. “Well, Mummy things that it’s time for you both to meet each other for the first time. If you don’t want too then that’s perfectly fine.”
“Does he make you happy?” Y/S/N asked.
“He does baby. Do you want to meet him?” You asked as he stroked his hair softly.
“Okay. When can I meet him?” Y/S/N asked you smiled. You hadn’t expected Y/S/N to agree so willingly.
“Soon baby, that’s why I’m packing because we’re going to travel with him for the Summer because he moves around a lot for work.” You noticed the twinkle in his eyes appear signally that he was indeed curious.
“What goes he do?” He questioned.
“He’s a wrestler.”
“What his name?”
“Dean.” It was almost as if a lightbulb had gone off inside of his face.
“Dean Ambrose is your boyfriend! Momma, why didn’t you tell me this?” Y/S/N began to jump and down on the bed.
“So I take it you want to spend the Summer with Dean.”
“Yes!” So it was settled you, Y/S/N and Dean were going to spend the Summer together…
you would not believe your vore if snape killed dumbledore
And then tried to say that he’s my man.
Cause I feel the open air and leave tear drops everywhere
Cause bellatrix would probably murder a fan.
Id like to make myself believe that they didn’t kill my favorite Weasley
Its hard to say but I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep
Cause nothing is ever as it seems
Hogwarts has no security
“kevin? oh sorry man, i thought you were link cause he’s…” “been showing up everywhere you’ve been trying to go on vacation alone? i mean it’s not like i want to go on vacation with you or anything, and it’s not like i’m wearing this super huge, super warm jacket big enough for two grown men to get inside up together cause i figured that maybe you’d be underdressed when you came up here to alaska and you need to get inside of this coat with me.” | GMM #1025 [x]
CELEBRITIES I WILL FOREVER LOVE → Mark Andreas Sheppard
“I think television is very much turning into a writer’s medium, in that way. Maybe that has been one of the reasons why I’ve done so much stuff. The people that I’ve worked with before have moved from show to show and sometimes decided to take me with them, which is a lovely thing.”
“Aren’t you going to sit down? I’m making pancakes! Mom’s on her way, she just ran out to grab some whipped cream from the store.” The brunette said all of this over her shoulder as she smiled brightly at the person standing in the doorway, spatula in hand. “Maybe if you’re extra nice I’ll make some of my famous strawberry sauce, too.”