look at this jersey with hearts

Do you think there were people who claimed that they saw Captain America after the Valkyrie crash? Like how people claim to see the Jersey Devil or Mothman or Bigfoot. Do you think there was a whole legend lasting from 1945-2010 about how he lost his mind because of the crash and now he lives in the Arctic wilderness wrestling polar bears.

Or that like he was abducted by aliens and that’s why no one ever found the Valkyrie for sixty-six years.

If you look in a mirror with a single candle lit and recite the Pledge of Allegiance three times Captain America appears and grants you a wish, but only if you’re pure in heart; if he deems you unworthy you’ll die in seven days.

“Captain America went to live at the North Pole and he’ll tell Santa if you’ve been naughty, so you better behave.”

Did Cap’s ghost supposedly haunt some tourist trap hotel in Greenland somewhere?

I desperately need Cryptid!Captain America like

24 // stiles stilinski

Summary: Y/N develops a strange fascination with Stiles’ lacrosse jersey

Requested: no, this has been in my drafts since lacrosse week & @mf-despair-queen finally convinced me to finish this so this one goes out to her

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language & smut

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The first time he saw the jersey he didn’t think much of it. To him, it was just an article of clothing that was two sizes too big and smelled heavily of off brand laundry detergent from the last person who wore it. When he had initially decided to tryout for the lacrosse team he didn’t expect to be spending as much time on the bench as he did. Surely he’d be allowed to play a couple of times, right?

Wrong.

His freshman year was spent keeping the cold metal bench warm. Nevertheless, that didn’t stop his friends from coming out and supporting him. Even when his dad couldn’t show up he knew he could count on Y/N to.

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speedsterunlimited  asked:

Wow! The top 10 outfits for Minako were crazy! I love your comments Audrey XD Could you do a 10 ten for Makoto please? 💚💚💚💚

I hope you’re ready for the high waisted pants appreciation post, because that’s what it’s going to be. 

10. This is the ultimate Mom Friend look. She is just going out to run some errands and wants to know if you want anything from the grocery store while she’s out. 

9. Mom Friend: Summer Edition, a very similar look but for warmer weather. The loosely tucked shirt says “oh this old thing I just threw it on very casually” but is actually meticulously crafted. 

8. Serving up ice cream but also serving up LOOKS, correct? 

7. Wholeheartedly accepting her color motif into her heart and wardrobe. This ensemble screams “I am the reincarnated guardian of the planet Jupiter, born on this earth as a human.” 

6.  A lot of Mako’s look trend toward the femme side of things, but this one outfit is the tomboy within saying “hey today is the day we wear a hooded jersey with a baseball cap” and Makoto (who has learned to accept herself with the help of Usagi) says “hell yes it is.”

5. This might possibly be an outfit of Miss Haruna’s, but truly this outfit belongs to anyone who can pull it off. It’s like the Excalibur of clothing. 

4. The shorts are layered over the shirt, which is layered over the jacket, which is layered over the shorts. All is layered, and layers over all else. It’s beautiful, is what it is. 

3. Speaking of layers. Sometimes you want to take off all those cute but uncomfortable clothes and slip into something cozy and even cuter than before. 

2. I was already a huge fan of the green turtleneck, the high waisted shorts with matching hair tie, and the crisp white vest with a bow in the back. This is already the perfect outfit. But as soon as you add sunglasses, it just becomes….. transcendent. It’s greater than any of us could have imagined. It’s beyond us now. 

1. You knew what number one was before this list was ever even made. 

modern losers club hcs

i felt like it

  • ok mike has a photography instagram
  • and it’s gorgeous
  • aesthetic™ 
  • he takes a lot of photos of the losers, of cute little buildings, nice cups of coffee, graffiti
  • snapchats a lot- fave filter is the golden butterfly crown thingy and has no shame about it
  • ben has a bookstagram- book recommendations, as well as nice pics of books and coffeeshops that mike takes
  • beverly sometimes makes an appearance on his gram
  • she isn’t as on social media as the others- she has snapchat like the rest of the losers with their group chat
  • her fave filters are always the stupid ones that make her laugh- sends her hideous photos to ben, ben always thinks she’s gorgeous
  • losers go to the pride parade- eddie (gay) and richie (pan) and bill (bi) and stan (gay) and bev (bi) with ben and mike being there to support them
  • richie and bev go all out, rainbows and glitter everywhere because they love glitter (they also get it edible because why not)
  • bill, eddie and stan are still pretty wild, but not as much
  • eddie loves flower crowns- he’s a pastel kinda dude
  • his favourite sweater is large and pink (paired with his black skinny jeans and converse richie thinks he looks adorable)
  • he’s very healthy and clean cut
  • works at a coffee shop and it’s always clean- it’s very popular in derry for instagram photos
  • richie’s almost but not quite the opposite- lots of black, leather jacket and combat boots with the most colorful ass shirt underneath because he had a hawaiian shirt phase in middle school and never really got over it
  • has a vine account- posts pranks on the other losers- snapchats a whole bunch of shit
  • gets snap streaks really high and then loses them because of something stupid like he accidentally threw his phone off the bridge as a dare or smth
  • bill loves denim
  • jeans- denim jacket- wore a denim skirt as a dare once, looked adorable
  • mom jeans™, overalls, white converse
  • he bakes cookies yet still plays a mean game of basketball (he fouled out once, team almost rioted)
  • he plays with richie- they’re co captains
  • in fact, all the losers play sports
  • richie and bill w basketball, beverly captains the soccer team, stan runs track (tol boi) mike and ben play football, and eddie plays baseball
  • MUCH TO THE DISMAY OF HIS MOM
  • she actually has a heart attack whenever he comes home in his stained jersey, and calms down a bit when he gets out the shower looking pristinely adorable
  • still goes to every game with his fanny pack in hand (he still wears it under that massive pink sweater y’all)
  • stan runs track and is legendary because those long legs very tol boi
  • bill attends everyone of the meets to kiss him good luck- stans nerves settle a bit when bill is there
  • stan has a studyblr and it’s wonderful
  • a lot of asshole boys made fun of him first but then saw how high his grades were and how many girls fawned over him (too bad he was gay) they learned a bit about color coding and it was all g
  • he has nice pastel highlighters in pinks and blues that eddie borrows sometimes
  • beverly captains the soccer team- everyone looks up to her so much, especially the girls- because she still wears paisley jackets and pretty shirts and earrings (she has five, three on her right ear and two on her left) and still wears her captain’s jock jacket and has he boycut 
  • ben supports her at all her games and snapchats all her goals (he has a knack for knowing when the ball is going in and just whips out his phone real quick)
  • bev attends all of ben’s games- he’s really strong and a good leader on the pitch and she loves to see him like that because she knows how shy he is off the pitch
  • ben throws like a legend- mike scores like a legend
  • mike and ben’s jersey= precious artefacts
  • they all hate supreme with a passion
  • and thrasher
  • richie works at an oldie’s diner where they play old music out of the jukebox
  • and while they all love ariana grande and know the entire rap to super bass by nicki they can also hit every lyric of “kids in america” on point every single time
  • richie always has spare quarters for them
  • they go to the cliff very often- especially after swimsuit shopping
  • beverly’s favourite swimsuit is this black bikini that says “fuck off” on the ass- ben thinks she looks adorable in it
  • richie helped her pick it out
  • sometimes they straight up skinny dip- they’ve seen it all before, and they’re comfortable enough
  • especially when it’s really hot
  • they play music out of the bluetooth speaker so loud that they can hear it even after they’ve jumped into the water
  • they stay there till night, so they can see the stars and the moon and say cheesy things into each others ears and laugh and jump into the dark dark water again knowing they’ll be ok
I’m Nothing Without Her – Liam Dunbar Drabble

Requested: No. Just an idea I had after watching the first episode of 6B.

Word Count: 831

GIF Credit: @mieczyslawr

Author’s Note: Not proofread. Enjoy!

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Coach Finstock crossed his arms tightly to his chest at Scott. “Speaking of, um, losers, where’s your, uh, where’s your little protege?" 

Scott looked around the field filled with lacrosse players, scanning for his beta. "Um…”

“‘Um’? Is… Is 'um’ a location? Is 'us’ behind me?”

With her werewolf hearing, Y/N heard the conversation between her older brother and her lacrosse coach. She wanted to strangle her best friend for not showing up to practice on time, again.

“I’ll go find him,” Y/N whispered, only for Scott to hear. He nodded, signaling her to go.

“Little McCall!” Coach Finstock called out as he saw Y/N jogging off the field. “Where the hell are you going?!”

“Umm, bathroom.” She hesitated, wishing she had come up with a better lie. 

“Practice just started!”

Y/N let out a frustrated sigh; ready to kill Liam for the excuse she was about to use knowing it would work. “Sorry! Time of the month! Gotta go!”

Coach Finstock shivered in disgust as she took off towards the locker room. He looked back at Scott.

“He’ll be here. Okay?” Scott started explaining. “He’s the backbone of this team. He’s stepped it up in every way possible. A born leader who can handle anything you throw at him.”

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“What!” Tater says. “Zimmboni, why are you smile so much?”

Jack looks up, the grin curving his face, and pushes the laptop back a little like a small invitation to watch. “My old team asked me to watch some of their tape and give them some feedback. They… get a little goofy.”

Tater happily settles in next to Jack to get a look at the people Jack loves so much, and grins himself at their warmup antics, at the coordinated dances the captains do after a goal, at the way the boys mug the rinkside camera, like they know it’s for Jack. He stays sitting when Jack finishes writing his post-game notes, starts up the next video. The file name says it’s a practice, not a game.

The overhead camera shows that one of the captains is geared up and doing laps around the empty rink with their team manager on his shoulders; after a second the figure obscuring the rinkside camera backs up from where he was turning it on, and carefully checks it over before backing up more, so he can make sure it’s perfectly positioned. He’s the second captain, the fearless one who occasionally pulls off prodigies of stick-handling, who gives the camera a heart-melting grin and a thumbs up before turning and skating away. OLURANSI, his jersey says.

Tater unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “I like your team,” he says. “I come meet them, yes? You introduce us.”

Jack looks apprehensive for a minute, and Tater tries not to feel hurt, but then he smiles. “They’d love that.”

I’m love that,” Tater says firmly, and then looks back at the screen. Other players are coming in, so Birkholtz and Oluransi have put the team manager down, put their serious faces on; but Oluransi’s smile lives on in the warmth of Tater’s stomach.

Birthday Blues // Jeff Atkins

A/N: Honestly, I wrote this at 1am. 

Named after: The fact that I mentioned readers birthday so much. That and I was listening to the blues.


It was a Saturday. It was the day of the championship game for baseball. But most importantly, it was your birthday.


You had let this small fact take a back seat in weeks leading up to the game, you didn’t want to stress Jeff out. Your boyfriend was already spending more time with Clay to get tutoring for two more classes just to make sure he’d play. He’d exercise in the early morning before school, go to baseball practice after, study and do homework with the smaller boy, and then watch his previous games until it was time to repeat.

It had become a routine, and Jeff normally got like this a few days before his games. You’d grown accustomed to it, you would plan to walk to school or ride with your next door neighbor Alex Standall, pack a few extra protein bars and Gatorade to leave in his locker, as well as massage him during his film.

He was…distant but it was okay because he always felt so guilty after, he’d pamper you for the next week.

However, what your boyfriend failed to let you know, was that for the championship, this routine of his was starting two weeks before you expected it. So when you found yourself arriving at school by 3rd period, after waiting 20 minutes for your boyfriend to show up you were more than angry.

But you pushed it aside, silently forgiving your baseball player. You knew Jeff loved the sport he played. For the most part, it was the only thing he felt he was incredible at. So you slowly adjusted to this behavior for the week, eating lunch by yourself because Jeff didn’t initially tell you he was going to the athletic trainer during your lunch period. Nodding as he asked you if you could find another ride home because practice was running late. Walking when you realized all your friends had already left.

It was fine, you knew it wasn’t intentional or malicious, he just really wanted the game to go well. Scouts would be looking at him. More importantly, you knew that once these weeks finished you’d have him all to yourself, starting on your birthday.

You walked through the bleachers wearing Jeff’s home jersey, 30 minutes before the game started. You saved seats for his parents who had already wished you a happy birthday, your parents who were there to support your boyfriend, and your friends who had helped you survive these past two weeks.

You made three posters all with different puns and cheesy jokes that you were sure Jeff would love,
 ’#1 on the field AND in my heart’
 'No that is not Derek Jeter, it’s Jeff Atkins’

And your personal favorite,
  ‘Atkins, Homerun counter:__’

You brought a sharpie with you to the game and by the end of it, you had edited that poster at least four times. You screamed so loud during the game you barely had any voice left when the team won.

The student section, along with yourself rushed the field and you watched as your boyfriend and his teammates poured water all over their coach. You smiled, more proud of Jeff than ever. Your two weeks of relationship hell were over and you were going to spend the rest of this Saturday night celebrating him and your birthday.

When you finally got the opportunity to get to Jeff, waiting for his parents and your parents to go first so they could leave, you hugged him as tightly as you could you pecked his lips before asking, “Now what champ?”

He smiled at the abbreviation. He let go holding out a finger signaling he’d get back to you. He left, jogging over to his teammates and a few reporters. You waited. Waited as the captains talked to the reporters who covered the game, waited as he greeted the college scout with a firm handshake, waited as the team filed out.

Jeff was the first one on that field and the last one to leave the dugout. He had all of his stuff in his baseball bag, slung on one shoulder while he wrapped the other arm around your waist.

“We’re going to Bryce’s!” He said smiling as you reached his car.

“W-what?” You asked trying to keep it together.

“Bryce, you know Bryce, he’s throwing a party for the win! You asked, ‘now what’ so that’s what!” He replied placing his stuff in his trunk.

You couldn’t lie, it fucking hurt. He forgot. He forgot your birthday of all days. You understand, it was the championship but the last thing you wanted to do was get drunk with a bunch of rowdy jocks. You and Jeff did that almost every weekend. Before you could say anything, Jeff opened the door for you, kissing your cheek.

“Jeff…” you started your voice nearly breaking. But when he turned to you, with the world in his eyes, ecstatic he had just won, you couldn’t bring yourself to ruin it. So you swallowed the lump in your throat and blinked back your tears as you forced a smile on your face.

“Could you please take me home? I’m not feeling too well.” You said, barely managing to make it through your request.

He nods, rushing back over to the driver’s seat. He grabs your hand, rubbing circles on your skin all the way to your house. His grip tightens as he pulls into your driveway and finally looks over at you.

You avoid his gaze and move to get out.

“So no party?” He asks you.

“No thanks, but go and have fun okay? I’ll see you tomorrow!”

He furrows his eyebrows placing another kiss on your hand before letting you go.

“Thanks, baby girl, I’ll see you tomorrow!”

And with that, he drives off. Once he’s out of sight you finally let the tears stream down your face like they had wanted to for the past two weeks.

You decided not to call anyone to make other plans, you would much rather sulk in your own pity. You had a mix of texts come in through the night that you ignored. Most of them from friends wishing you a happy birthday, and a few from a very drunk Jeff who, for the life of him, couldn’t manage to spell out ‘I love you’. That night you cried yourself to sleep, upset and alone trying to rationalize your boyfriend’s actions.


You woke up early the next morning, making yourself breakfast and planning out your day to make up for the previous. You could have fun by yourself. You ignored whatever Jeff texted you when you got ready, putting on some of your favorite clothes instead. Sorting through looking for your sweatshirt, you heard a knock on your door.

You threw on a t-shirt instead, yelling out 'come in’, as you started to put your hair into a bun.

“Hey, you feeling better? I have the nastiest hangover, so it’s fine if you’re not, we’ll be miserable together” Jeff started.

And you shook your head slightly at first, then you gradually became angrier. You couldn’t care less if Jeff had a hangover. Throughout his whole drunk escapade, it didn’t even occur to him that you were sitting at home, by yourself, on your birthday. He had treated you like shit for two weeks, he didn’t just get to waltz back into your life as though it never happened.

“Your parents let me in on their way out. You weren’t answering my texts so I just thought-” he stopped himself as he watched your expression change.

“What’s wrong?” He asked gently.

“What’s wrong Jeff? What’s wrong? Are you fucking kidding me?” You questioned, raising your voice slightly.

You didn’t plan on getting angry so fast, he just was so oblivious to everything it pissed you off, royally.

Jeff was taken aback. His mouth dropped slightly as he tried to figure out where he went wrong.

“FIRST. You didn’t give me a ride to school with no notice! I had to fucking walk! I was late to class and now I have detention next weekend so thanks!” You stood, now pacing around your room as Jeff took a seat on your bed.

“Baby-” he tried to interrupt.

“I’m not done” You interjected.

You were so upset you missed the completely shocked expression on Jeff’s face. Everything he did wrong in the past two weeks was flooding in all at once.

“Then! You made me eat by myself at lunch when you didn’t tell me you weren’t going to be there!”

“Baby girl-”

“Don’t you dare 'baby girl’ me! Then! You made me walk home! …IT’S AN HOUR WALK JEFF!”

He stood to meet you in all your anger, approaching you slowly.

“You basically ignored me, FOR TWO WEEKS! For fuck sake, Clay saw you more than I did!”

You couldn’t help it. Everything was spiraling in your head and pouring out of your mouth. When Jeff reached you, his hands that normally felt so comforting betrayed him. You wanted nothing more than to scream and yell until he left until he felt the way that you did.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, okay? Please calm down-” he said in the most soothing voice he could figure.

Jeff was scared, to say the least. He had never seen you this angry before.

“CALM. DOWN? YOU’RE NOT SERIOUS!” You screamed back at him pushing against his chest to create some distance between the two of you.

As your voice grew louder, the tears came rolling in again. When they fell down your cheeks Jeff had to fight the urge to wipe them. He felt guilty, he was the sole reason you were so worked up.

“THEN TO TOP IT ALL OFF JEFFREY? YOU FORGOT MY BIRTHDAY!”

Jeff could have sworn he felt his heart stop. He knew he had been forgetting something, he just didn’t know it was you. He couldn’t even stutter out a response, he just stood there taking you in.

“I made three fucking posters for you! And I was there for you! Through all this BULLSHIT! I waited after the game! When you did all your interviews, and you met with all the scouts, and you were fucking around with the boys! I let you do whatever the fuck you needed to! And you left me. On my birthday. FOR A FUCKING PARTY!”

You were sobbing at this point and your voice cracked as you screamed at him.

Jeff had tears at the brims of his eyes as well, he had no idea how much he hurt you in the past two weeks.

“A fucking party Jeff…god, you’re such an asshole.” You mumbled, wiping your tears frantically, hoping that they would stop flowing.

Jeff blinked back the tears his eyes before he approached you again. He stood this time, at least two feet away to give you your space. It was the distance that hurt him the most, normally he couldn’t take his hands off of you. Now, he had to watch his first love cry, because of him, and she was too upset to even let him wipe away her tears.

“I’m sorry” he began.

And before you could interrupt him he continued.

“I- I’m so sorry.” He tripped over his own apology as a few tears fell from his eyes. He wiped them quickly, he knew he wasn’t in the position to get emotional when he was the one who hurt you.

“I was such a dick…and I- I fucked up big time…I don’t even fucking deserve you…” he struggled to find the right words that would make this all go away, but unlike your usual insignificant fights, he knew there wasn’t any combination of words that would fix it.

“Lemme make it up to you” he pleaded.

You crossed your arms over each other. Furious and devastated all at once. You wanted him to stay with you for the rest of the day but you also wanted him to get the hell out of your room.

Jeff slowly closed the gap between you two, grabbing at your waist.

“Please. Y/N. Let me fix it.”

He stared at you, searching your eyes waiting for your answer.

“I’ll beg if I have to” he offered up with a sad smile.

You frowned avoiding his eyes, you and Jeff both knew his puppy dog eyes could get you to do anything.

And so Jeff got onto his knees, his hands still at your waist and you finally looked at him.

“Jeff, get up” you muttered.

“Just give me a chance to fix it.” He countered.

You nodded quickly if only to get him off the ground, and he smiled standing to his feet again. He embraced you in what felt like the tightest hug ever.

“I’m really sorry” he mumbled into your hair.

And when he pulled away he was leaving your room.

“Cancel all your plans today, I’ll be back in an hour, I promise this is going to be the best day of your life!” He rambled as he grabbed his keys from your bed.

“Jeff, I don’t want you to le-” you whined. This was the first time he was paying attention to you in a while.

“One hour. If I’m not back……dump me!” He called out as he left your room door.

You sat on your bed, hearing the rumble of his engine begin, and when the sound of his car left your ears you exhaled and leaned back onto your bed. Hopeful for what was in store.


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anonymous asked:

What are the rest of your top 10 gay Dennis Reynolds moments?

10. when he explains to mac how the jersey shore holds a special place in his heart because it’s a magical place for first kisses 

9. when mac told the gang that he went to the rainbow and his immediate response was “the gay bar?” like b*tch how’d u know that

8. this look:

7. “Because we only have-” *goes to bed, bath, & beyond to purchase a countdown timer* “-24 hours” & the iconic “YES, BITCH” that followed

6. his reaction of abject horror and dismay to dee giving all those men on the group dating app a 1 star rating

5. when he sang along to rick astley while driving his car

4. the hand flip and hip popping and honestly just everything he did while singing “what are the rules” 

3. (this is from a extended scene but) when he told mac that he has “beautiful lips” while clutching his hand and smiling at him

2. “boys are out tonight, huh?” & the twirl that came immediately afterwards

1. when he publicly confessed his feelings for mac in the most dramatic way possible by singing bette midler’s “wind beneath my wings” while on their monthly dinner date 

archie and cheryl dating would consist of:

  • red lipstick stains on his lips and his cheek and his neck and on the rim of his water bottle when he offers her a sip after practice
  • his beloved varsity jacket draped over her shoulders when she’s in her cheer outfit because let’s be real, fashion icon cheryl blossom would not wear it willy-nilly when there is potential outfit-clashing
  • (she does, however, make a habit of stealing his cardigans because they’re comfy and usually work with her wardrobe)
  • (speaking of fashion, graphic tees make her cringe and luckily archie doesn’t own many, but she lets it slide whenever he wears his spiderman shirts because it’s his favorite comic book in the world and it also happens to match her spider pins so whatever, it’s perfect)
  • archie fiercely defending cheryl at the drop of a hat
  • against her family and their classmates and even his friends from time to time, because it happens, it’s cheryl, there’s a lot of history, but veronica and kevin are open enough and betty and jughead are less so for reasons that he understands, but they make an effort for archie, and when polly gives birth and betty sees cheryl totally in love with the twins and there for polly, it’s easier to let the past be the past
  • archie talking his dad into letting cheryl stay for dinner and eventually staying some nights because her house is a hell hole and now that she’s confessed the extent of the bad blood between her and her parents, he wants to keep her as far away from that horror house for as long as possible
  • and yeah, i believe his dad would warm up to cheryl because she’s not her parents and when you learn to chip away at that wall she builds up he sees how vulnerable she is, how much she craves warmth and love and acceptance, and to just be wanted, and then he finds himself spoiling her a little
  • archie complimenting cheryl literally all the time, about anything and everything, because she gets this soft look in her eyes and it’s obvious that she didn’t get this kind of validation from her own family and has to teach herself to be confident, and she is and that’s great, but it’s nice to actually be told your worth instead of always having to convince yourself
  • on the flip side, cheryl doing the same with archie, praising his talents and his kindness and his big, big heart, because he’s always the first to put himself down and he shouldn’t always have to apologize for himself
  • cheryl is a Feminine Icon, okay, she’s no one’s property, but she likes wearing archie’s jerseys because he looks so damn happy to see her in his number and she really likes that
  • also it gets him all hot for her and she likes that too
  • speaking of which: archie always playing with the hem of her skirts when she’s straddling him when they makeout
  • because she’s always on top when they makeout, let’s be real
  • but, okay, maybe not always because sometimes she just likes how it feels to be held, likes the way archie lowers her all gently on his bed and kisses her soft and slow and sweet, and he towers over her like he’s trying to keep the rest of the world away
  • cheryl painting her toes on his bed while he messes with his guitar or does homework or plays video games with jughead
  • and on that note, cheryl and jughead being witty and catty with each other, but it’s actually kind of fun, and they’re also two different brands of cynicism and sarcasm and they kind of work together, too? and archie gets a kick out of it, just watches his girlfriend and his best friend bicker and get in full-blown debates at the dinner table while his dad shakes his head
  • archie and cheryl cuddled under a blanket in his backyard or on his porch while watching a movie on his laptop because it’s “like the drive-in” and she rolls her eyes but is actually very touched and he can tell
  • archie and cheryl sitting on the same side of the booth at Pop’s, sharing a strawberry milkshake
  • archie actually putting thought into his outfits because he knows fashion means a lot to cheryl, and jughead just rolls his eyes
  • archie constantly having to shoot apologetic looks when cheryl drops one of her infamous one-liners and then struts away, leaving everyone stunned in her wake, and archie is outwardly exasperated but inwardly amused by the whole thing
  • cheryl probably falls in love with archie before he falls in love with her because she’s always been so intense and had all this emotion in her and hasn’t had very many people care for her as genuinely as archie has and so of course she’s going to latch onto that, and archie feels like an ass for little while he’s still trying to catch up with her, but he knows it won’t take him long to get to that point too because it’s cheryl
  • the first time they say I Love You to each other is probably in the middle of a fight because of course they’re that dramatic
  • and like, when they fight, cheryl always storms away first and archie hates that it’s so easy for her to walk away, but eventually she admits that it’s because she hates when people leave her, so she has to be the one that leaves first because in her mind, maybe that’ll make it hurt a little less, and he knows he can’t promise not to walk away from her since he’s done it before (and yeah, he feels even guiltier about it now), so instead he promises that he’s always going to go after her and makes her promise to give him the chance to
  • basically: archie and cheryl could be everything together
  • and their aesthetic would always be on point
Chinese Takeout-(Stiles Stilinski)

Originally posted by thealpha

Characters: Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Coach Finstock, Stiles Stilinski and (Y/N)

Warnings: none?

Pairing: hint at Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 1243

Summary: Stiles, out of nowhere, involves you in the tradition that takes place every lacrosse match Beacon Hills plays.


Stiles Stilinski. The schools weird kid with an endless supply of sarcasm. Stiles, who’s both a naturally smart kid like his dad and on the lacrosse team. Stiles Stilinski, the guy who I have a raging crush on for 3 agonizing years. 

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Game Day

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2263

Authors Note: I wanted to make a Stiles imagine for @rememberstilinski and @sarcasticallystilinski‘s Lacrosse Week, so here it is! I hope you guys enjoy. I want to thank @dylanobsessed for editing it for me! 

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Jimin college AU

Pairing: Jimin x reader
Genre: fluff & smut & angst
Warnings: NSFW stuff
Word count: 4k

Requested by anonymous: can you do a college!au with Jimin where you guys dated in high school but you guys broke up because he put his football team before you for like the 100th time and now in college you avoid and ignore him but then he tries to get you back and then it gets smutty ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) with fluff. if you don’t do smut you can just do fluff !! tysm!

A/N: Here you go, I’m sorry it took so long. I also added a little bit of angst in the mix, I hope that’s okay ^^ Anyways, enjoy!

Also I should say thank you to the person who helped me find inspiration for this piece, so thank you! (You know who you are) 💜

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Good Boyfriend - Will Nylander #8

Originally posted by motoleafs

about/request: Could you do one where you and will nylander are best friends everyone already thinks your dating but you’re just best friends and one night you go out drinking and call him to get you and you confess you love him more than a friend and he feels like same and just fluff :)

warnings: drinking

authors note: hope you like it!! you guys are always so thirsty for this kid lol

word count: 2107

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Quarterback Comeback - Chris Evans

Request: Okay so you wrote the Falcon fan story, think you can write one where the reader is a Patriots fan? Because if I had been at that game I would have been flipping out right along side him! & 

Request: Hey, do you think you can write a Chris Evans x Reader at the Superbowl, she’s also a Pats fan, and sooo much into the game. And they both yell the same thing at the same time and Chris notices her and like immediate crush, please?

A/N: Sorry if this is a bit cramped or any sort of football terminology is off, I tried to be accurate as I could. I even watched highlights of the game and went on the NFL website to look up the players, lmao. I hope this is good for both requests! Lots of love - R .x 

people: Chris!SuperBowl - Reader ft. Scott Evans & Jeremy Renner

warnings: nope.


“Yeah! Fuck yeah! Is this was euphoria feels like? Cause I’m high as a fuckin’ kite, that was sick, man!” You gave a double high five to Renner before turning to take a sip of your beer, which was missing. 

What the fuck, who takes a beer at the Super Bowl? Are we savages?

“Chris, I think someone stole my beer, Imma go get another-” Just as you were searching through your purse you glanced up at your boyfriend to see him frozen, with a beer situated right on his lips.

Popping up, you snatched your beer out of the thieves hands. Putting it on your other side knowing Renner would spit it out any of the beer if he decided to steal it. It was Bud Light and Renner was too fancy for that shit, so he says.

“Hey! Asshole! Ain’t you got millions? Get your paws off my drink!” I poked at Chris’s Patriot covered chest and saw those blue eyes begin their trick of puppy dog eyes, the ones I never could resist from him, ever.

“I thought we share now? Besides, it’s like God is upon us now! We have a fucking lead we’re so close, babe. We’re gonna win. I know it. Forget the beer we are going to be champions again-” We swing our heads as Scott yells out for us to look out onto the field- oh fuck.

“BRADY! FUCK YEAH! OH, MY GOD! YES, YES YES!”

“BRADY! FUCK YEAH! OH, MY GOD! YES, YES YESSSSSSSS!”

You saw your second boyfriend (to be fair, Chris didn’t really care and actually would agree anytime you talked about how Tom’s ass looked damn fine in his uniform. 

“Are you two fuckin’ like psychic? What the hell?” You both turned to Renner and rose a brow to him,

“What do ya mean?” Chris took a swig of his own beer can, and let his eyes drift back and forth to the field as Brady got Pat’s for his slide into the 40-yard line.

“You two have been yelling the same thing at the exact same time for like twenty minutes, I’d think you’ll we’re from the shining if you guys weren’t fuc-” 

Punching his shoulder you just smirked at Renner and shook your head, “It’s called telekinesis, Jer. We get it whenever we watch sports. It’s like all of a sudden we share a brain-” You took a slow glare to Chris jokingly, “And apparently beer’s now too…”

Chris only laughed and grasped your waist, pulling you snug into his side as the team set up again. “You think they’ll come back from 3 to 28?” 

Scott asked nonchalantly, only to have you and Chris simultaneously tell him, “Yeah we fuckin’ arah! We turning this steamboat around.”

You giggled at this weird formation that only now you realized looked probably quite disturbing outside of your mind and Chris’s as well. “We’re weird, aren’t we?”

“Yup. Psychos whose team is about to lock this shit down.” You gave Chris a peck to his arm before turning back to the game, only to see a goddamn miracle happen as White took a dive, landing a touchdown but just inches.

“Yeah! Oh, my! God!” You and Chris looked at each other with eyes filled to the brim with joy. Except, normally the passion that was in between you was not because a sweaty guy just got sacked by a bunch of other sweaty guys and managed to still land a touchdown.

“Still worried we ain’t gonna win, Scottie?” You leaned over and looked at Scott as he gave you a fuck off smirk and shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Oh good, god. I’m gonna have to have to Chris’s in my life now? Is this what it’s gonna be like, every time the Patriot’s get to the Super Bowl? Because if so, I’m gonna start charging you both for my additional weekly therapy sessions.” 

Chris just laughed loudly, clapping his heads as he threw his head back, obviously getting a bit Drunk Happy. You just chuckled to yourself and downed the rest of my beer, setting it aside and focusing back on the game.

                                                          …

You knew they were going to make a comeback, it was what New Englander’s did. We turned around in the last moments and came together to fucking smash the glass ceiling every time. We never stop and we don’t even let our minds wander in the final hours of the game. To see the ball make it across the white line, and into the zone, landing us Patriots, another. Fucking. Win.

Confetti went off as you and Chris jumped up and down, high from the electricity in the air of fellow Bostonians and Englander’s cheering the team for their miraculous victory. “Oh my god! Yes! Yeah, yeah, yeah!” You shouted along with Chris as we roared with the fans. 

Taking in the victory of another win. Feeling Chris tug slightly on your arm made you turn towards him only to be picked up by the inward curve of your waist, and have a pair of beer tasting lips kiss you fiercely. Not bothering in holding back anything between you both as he kissed you with as much force as he could without pain. You draped your arms around his neck, letting your legs snake around his waist. Suddenly forgetting you were in public and people we most likely filming this. You frankly, give a damn, because your Quarterback was kissing from the victory. 

You almost pulled away from Chris with the love he poured into the kiss, feeling as if it was too much for your body to handle with all the excitement and beer running through you, right now. He pulled his head away and gave a dreaming, toothy grin that made you giggle softly into his neck while leaned in. You embraced the teddy bear of a man while swaying together back and forth in almost a hypnotic motion. Letting the cheers take you both different places. It was weird looking at everyone jumping and screeching, yet you’d just been that person who was tugging at their hair, grabbing anyone in sighting to tug them towards the scene below you, or even just shouting fuck over and over.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the chaos that surrounded you both, and the euphoria that laid in between are bodies, almost like we found a transportation device and we’re no longer at the stadium. We’re just together, loving one in another in a celebration of joy and love. After the last year, this win felt more than a victory for the Patriots, it felt like a win for you and Chris, personally. 

After the fights that you both went through together, united as one for the injustice that America was receiving these days, and much more to come, it sucked to believe tomorrow would resume normally. You kept in mind that in this moment, confetti popped and fell all around us, some catching even in your tangled locks.

“I mean, I hate to say this, Scott, but look how cute the Shining twins are? It’s like a football romantic dramedy!” Chris’s friend John teased you both as he pointed his camera towards us both, making Scott laugh and swat at John’s camera 

“Hey! It’s only during football season we become one. The rest of the time we are in a war together on who is better than the other at what. Let’s be honest, babe. I’m better, always.”

You slapped Chris on the chest and giggled, taking his unfinished Bud light from behind him, and slowly bringing it to your lips, “You keep telling yourself that, Buddy Boy. Just remember that we have film age of me kicking your ass all the way to Colorado in table tennis.”

“Shots already fired and we aren’t even out of the damn stadium yet!” Scott groaned, smacking his hand to his forehead. Jeremy let out a gruff laugh and patted my back as you situate yourself back on the ground again, fixing your top that had risen slightly.

“Congrats Scott on your newest sibling!” Jeremy teased to across at Scott who was smiling and shaking his head. “I’m in for a new hearing aid when they have a baby and becomes the ultimate super pat’s fan. Can you imagine?”

“Yes, I can, dork! And she’s also part of the team and is alongside all the best players and has gotten twenty super bowl rings so yeah!” You smiled at Chris delicately, as if he was suddenly made of glass. His voice never wavered when he replied to Scott, meaning he’d thought about our daughter in the NFL before. Not just making it up right now.

“Hmm, Baby Evans, Quarterback for the Patriots and winner of… a noble peace prize! I like that, babe. Let’s go start planning her future college fund, right now! Well, after we celebrate, then we can start her college fund and map out where she’ll play in college…”

Chris smiled and jumped for joy like a jumping bean suddenly made its way into his heart. Chris couldn’t help but dream about the perfection of you and him, crossed together to make the most amazing human being.

Chris knew that whatever gender, whatever personality, they’d have a Quarterback baby. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world to think about, though. He couldn’t help but smile more and more at the thought of a baby Evans wandering around during a future Super bowl, with a tiny Brady jersey on during the game.

Something to look forward too, in the next few years. 

At least that was Chris’s hope.


I can’t keep my Chris!Dad feels down, guys!!! I mean like look below, COME ONNNNN! They always come out in my writing, lol. I hope you enjoyed it! 

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Lost  [ B.W ]

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader 

(BATMOM WOOP WOOP)

Request: If you’re still taking requests could you please do angst prompt 6&13 with Batmom and Bruce?

Prompts:

  • 6: “I lost the baby.”
  • 13: “Don’t leave me…”

From This Prompts List

Word Count: 929

Warnings: ANGST

A/N: When I wrote my first draft of this I had ‘mum’ written in once or twice and then I questioned whether I should chance it to ‘mom even though it was a stupid problem-ish thing and it doesn’t even matter but then I just rewrote the whole thing lol. I’m not very happy with how this turned out in terms of my writing and I apologise if this isn’t what the anon wanted!

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“Bruce,” You panic, reaching your arm out to grab his hand as you were sat weakly in the puddle of your own blood. A sob racks through your body, forcing itself out of your mouth with harsh persistence. “Bruce, please. I-I don’t know what to do.”

“Oh my-” He rushes towards you, his face showing a fear that you had never seen him show. He hadn’t felt anything like this before and it made his heart beat right out of his chest, a clear sheen of sweat beginning to glisten on his body.

When he had heard the noise from your bedroom which was connected to the bathroom you were in now, he knew something was wrong. The only explanation for the type of thud that had rang through his ears was that you had fallen. Without wasting a second he was bursting through the door, yelling for the boys to get their asses up here. He already knew that Alfred was on his way.

“Bruce, I-I-” Another sob rips from your throat as you scrunch your eyes shut in attempt to calm the pain that had settled itself upon you as if you were it’s bed. It wasn’t so much physical as it was harder on your heart but it hurt just as much if not more.

“Shh,” Bruce steps towards you, raking a hand through his hair as he wraps his arms around your knees and waist, lifting you so that you were resting bridal style in his grip. Usually, touch like this from Bruce would have any negative thought washed away from your mind but it didn’t do anything this time. “I’m not going to let anything else happen to you.”

All of the boys were by your side by now, their constant bickering between themselves coming to a halt as they reality of the scene was revealed to them. Damian had found himself sprinting up to you, taking hold of your hand with a grip that would have usually caused you to cry out but for some reason, not this time. His eyebrows were pulled into a frown and the corners of his lips were turned downwards as his worry for your health almost drove him insane.

You were almost to the car, the journey through the manor feeling painfully long to every single one of you. Jason swears under his breath as he notices that there was still blood falling from between your legs. He sprints ahead, grabbing the keys to whichever car was closest to the exit as he makes it to the garage far before the rest of you. He opens the door of the garage, making sure that all of the gates outside are all open.

“I lost the baby,” You cry, the hand that wasn’t being held by Damian’s capturing Bruce’s shirt as it balled into a strong fist. Tears soaked through the material as you had shoved your face into Bruce’s chest, ignoring the uneven beating of his heart as you repeated your words, the pain that laced your voice ripping at the heart of all of the boys and pulling a tear from Alfred’s eye when you soon resorted to softened whimpers. “I lost the baby.”

Dick takes you from Bruce’s hold after he wipes the wetness from his eyes with the sleeve of his jersey, looking to Tim with a short nod. Tim dashes back into your bedroom, grabbing whatever he thought you may need from your drawers and wardrobe with speed that must have rivaled the flash as Bruce opens the door of the car for you and Dick.

“D-don’t leave me…” Another whimper escapes your mouth as he moves to shut the door once you and Dick are sitting securely on Dick’s lap, Damian and Tim on the either side of you. You didn’t have the right train of thought to realise he was just moving to the driver’s seat. A tear falls from Bruce’s eye, his heart breaking at the state that you were in.

“I’m not going anywhere, Sweetheart. I promise,” He says, hastily leaning over Tim and Dick and placing a kiss on your forehead before moving around to take his seat. Jason nods at him, slinging a leg over his bike and zooming off ahead of everyone to make sure that there wouldn’t be anything to hold you back on the way to the Hospital. His voice cracks when he speaks, knowing that he’ll be far from correct for a while as he says, “Everything will be okay.”

The thought of his lost child hadn’t even settled in for him yet. He was too focused on your safety and health to even register anything else, but as he turned on the car he had to take a couple deep breaths to try and ease the pain in his chest that the thought of losing the baby had brought. It wasn’t like anything he had felt before, the pain almost made it difficult for him not to just collapse against the steering wheel. The adrenaline that was coursing through his veins was the only thing that kept him going and the only thing that kept him sane. 

Alfred is seated in the passenger seat beside Bruce, his leg bouncing as he mumbles to Bruce that there was no way in hell that he would stay behind. Bruce sighs as he drives out of the Manor, his eyes flickering to you and the boys in the mirror with panicked glances and despite the situation he wsa thankful that this family would always have each other, even through times like this.

Dunk Shot {Basketball Player! Jeno/ College! AU}
  • Pairing: Jeno X Reader
  • Genre: Fluff; Basketball! AU; College AU; Bulleted Scenario
  • Request: “hi! i saw that you had no jeno scenarios or imagines about him so i wonder if you could make a basketballplayer!jeno that falls in love with a shy girl :> it could be in any format if you want :DD btw you did a great job in the renjun flowershop thing ♡”  + “college au with jeno if thats okay?? thank you!!“
  • Word Count: 1323
  • Summary: Not only did you get hit with a basketball by the cute guy with an adorable eye smile, but you’re also his partner for a class project.

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