@spaztronautwriter : “Somebody write me the Mayor Queen does an obstacle course
for charity and the whole city goes nuts AU please and thank you”
Is this good? Who knows! I like it. Pounded it out in like… 30 minutes? Hope you guys enjoy it!
Months of preparation had gone into this moment. At least,
for Oliver. The event itself “Beat the Odds,” had been in the works for almost
The Glades Foundation created the obstacle-course style
fundraiser to attract donors and raise money for the people and various
charities that specifically benefit the Glades. People could also bet on the
The Glades Foundation President Raina Coppin, a no-nonsense,
whip-smart woman had approached Star City Mayor Oliver Queen four months
before. The event was having trouble attracting enough sponsors and getting
enough press, so she asked the young, eligible, handsome mayor to participate.
Oliver had agreed. He couldn’t deny the Queen family’s part
in the destruction of the Glades. His father’s closing of the steel mill and
subsequent loophole in the union contract had left thousands of people high and
dry. Oliver felt like it was his duty to do his part.
Once Raina had Oliver’s okay, she issues a press release.
Oliver really needed to stop being surprised by the media
frenzy that followed him everywhere.
Now, Oliver was standing in the preparation area psyching
himself up. Merlyn Global CEO (and Oliver’s childhood best friend) Tommy Merlyn
was also participating, as well as renowned daytime-TV doctor (and Oliver’s
childhood… frenemy) Carter Bowen. Ray Palmer had come to Star City from Coast
City to participate. John Diggle, Oliver’s bodyguard, also got roped in when
Raina visited. There were a few participants Oliver didn’t already know –
including Sophie Baker, conveniently a bakery owner in Star City whose favorite
hobby was parkour and Crossfit. Oliver was secretly intimidated by her.
“Okay, everyone! The cameras start rolling in 30 minutes!
Hosts are pre-filming some stuff and we’re getting b-roll. Until then, this is
our resident tech genius Felicity Smoak to give you all a few reminders,” she
said, her dark brown eyes stern but excited. She was in a white pantsuit that
set off her dark-brown skin and huge, white smile. She stepped aside – she was
wearing heels, Oliver noticed, somehow composed and graceful on the grass.
Behind her was a woman Oliver never would’ve expected. Most
of the filming crew was wearing comfortable clothes, but this woman was just as
put together as Raina.
She was wearing a bright pink dress and turquoise heels. The
color combination was a little blinding, and when she waved at the contestants
he noticed her glittery nail polish. Her lipstick was the exact same shade of
blue as her dress, and when she smiled Oliver was instantly… charmed.
Oliver was entirely positive he’d never used that word in
relation to a woman before.
“Hi everyone!” she said, her sweet, beautiful voice floating
through the waiting tent. Oliver took a few steps closer.
Tommy nudged Oliver and mumbled something about “nerd hot.”
Oliver elbowed him in the side and said murmured, “Pay attention.”
“You guys won’t have to worry too much about the tech. That’s
my job. Just remember to be aware of the cameras. This is televised, after all!
But it’s still a charity fundraiser, do try and do a good job. I’m not saying
you shouldn’t try to win. Though, the point isn’t winning. But – ”
“Miss Smoak?” Oliver said, entirely unaware of when he
decided to open his mouth. “Mrs. Coppin said something about instructions.”
“Right,” she said, her entire face flushing as she glanced
at Oliver before biting her lip. Oliver tried not to stare at her like he’d
been struck dumb.
“Anyway, just do your best and have fun! And this is a
family-friendly fundraiser, so if you do badly try and keep smiling!”
Carter grinned his slick, disgusting, smarmy grin and leaned
closer to Felicity. “We’ll… I mean, at least I’ll be fine. My CrossFit coach
says I’m the best student he’s ever had. And I hiked the Appalachian Trail last
year,” he said.
Felicity pursed her lips and tilted her head. “I read that
you hiked three days then dropped out because you said you had altitude
sickness,” she mused.
Oliver and Tommy smirked, unable to hide the expression.
Felicity immediately flustered. “Oh, I’m sorry! Sometimes I
just say the first thing that comes to mind. Anyway, you guys can… disperse, or
psych yourselves up or whatever! I’ve said my piece,” she said with a grin.
She didn’t leave, though. She talked with Raina for a few
moments after the competitors dispersed to their own places, but Oliver found
himself drifting closer to Felicity.
“Oh, Mayor Queen,” she said, startling as she turned and saw
him there. “I’m sorry about that babble, by the way. And thank you for stopping
me. I do appreciate it.”
Oliver couldn’t help but smile. “There’s nothing to thank me
for. You did great,” she said, sincere.
Felicity tilted her head, but she was smiling. “Well, if you
say so,” she agreed.
“So, how did you get into doing tech for this event? Last I
heard, you’d left QC to build your own company,” he said, having remembered her
name halfway through her speech. Walter and bemoaned Felicity’s loss often at
the dinner table since she’d left. Apparently, QC had offered her a hefty raise
and new title, but she’d left it all on the table.
Felicity looked startled, and she blushed again.
“Walter talks about you a lot. He’s still not over losing ‘the smartest person
at Queen Consolidated,’” he said, imitating his stepfathers British accent.
Felicity gasped a little and her eyes widened. She seemed
even more flustered than before.
“Oh, that’s too kind of him. But yeah, I was at QC until about
a year and a half ago. Honestly, I was kind of… floundering at first. I had all
these ideas but no idea how to achieve what I wanted. I met Raina at a coffeeshop
where I fixed her laptop. It had a really, shockingly terrible virus on it, and
we got to talking and she had this idea for a charity event and… I wanted to
help. I quit QC to take a more active role in the world and this seemed like a
great place to start,” she explained, then blushed again. Oh frack, that was so
cheesy. I can’t believe I just said that.”
“No, I understand,” Oliver said, instantly reassuring her. “That’s
why I became mayor. I never wanted to be CEO, and this was how I felt I’d make
this city better.”
Felicity nodded, her blue eyes wide behind her two-tone
glasses. “I know. I’ve listened to all… I mean, some of your speeches. I can
tell you really care about this city,” she said.
Oliver felt instantly warm and couldn’t stop another smile. “Hey,
I know this is kind of sudden, but – ”
“Okay everyone, places! Felicity, Camera 8 said they needed
your help with something,” Raina said.
Was it Oliver’s imagination that her face fell? She’d looked
excited, but maybe it was a general thing. The event was exciting.
She had to leave, and Oliver went back to Tommy.
His friend rolled his eyes and laughed. “Dude. You used to
have game,” he said.
Oliver glared. “Shut up.”
Oliver was done. He’d done it! Across all the obstacles, up
the vertical wall to push the button. He, Digg and Sophie had been the only
three to manage it, and they posed with spectators and each other for pictures
Felicity stood behind the last camera, a huge set of
headphones over her ears and speaking quickly and quietly into the attached
Oliver definitely wasn’t imagining her blue eyes trained
entirely on him.
Once it was all over, Oliver walked right up to her and
asked, “Would you like to go out to dinner with me?”
Title: Lunch Stop Author: Clara Character: Jake Peralta Warnings: swearing Prompt: I was wondering if you could a Jake one shot (you seem to be one of the few blogs who do stuff for him unfortunately/your stuff for him is also awesome) where Jake is just super affection and just like ‘this is my girlfriend/partner and they’re awesome and i’m so lucky’ and just super adorable? If not that’s okay! Keep up the awesome work :D
note: If yall want a part 2 where reader actually meets the team lemme know :)
Your waifu is real and horny as hell and wants to do all the Lewds with you. But every time u bust a nut a city is destroyed somewhere in the world. Everyday u don’t bust a nut is filled with world peace, no hunger, everyone is nice to each other, it’s all good civilization. So the question is, how many days before you cause the end of the world?
Sometimes a man can’t handle a woman. Most of them are smarter. They study us; and they can push a button with their tongue that will make you wanna go to nut city.. BUT DONT DO IT! Don’t beat your woman, she is your second self. We got to honour and respect her and lift her
About the DCEU, what do you think pre-Superman or early-Superman/aliens being a thing Gotham was like? I can't imagine the atmosphere of a relatively normal world but not TOO much...
i can’t get out of my head the very concept of how the first subtle surfacing of people with god-like powers or even early rumors of superman himself existing in the dceu must have went. especially in relation to gotham city. because you see, gotham? they only have batman. and yes, judging from how the GCPD officers acted in BvS, he’s managed to keep the “i’m human” part a secret for over twenty years, but gothamites know that he’s a hero, their hero, and he’s there to help. and sure, there are some batman rogues with extraordinary abilities and questionable sanities, but it’s all so low-key, you see? what if the joker is trying to murder everyone with acid rain every christmas eve? at least he’s predictable; do all your shopping on the 23rd. at least batman will be there to stop him
so now we have all these news stories and internet articles and whispers about how the world is changing. the world was always a bit nuts, especially in a city like gotham, but it had a sense of normality that was reassuring enough for the average gothamite to go out, avoid the bad alleys, return home. now people are looking at the sky in broad daylight. now people look at the person to their right and don’t ask themselves whether he’s a potential cutpurse, whether he’ll follow them home and rob them. what if that guy can lift a car? what if he shoots lasers from his eyes or runs incredibly fast? what if the superpowered people have made it to their beloved gotham?
so gotham city starts forming this weird sense of solidarity that no one will comment on or even acknowledge openly, but it’s like they all know they have to keep an eye out for the changes. because they’re coming, because bob’s cousin visited metropolis and maybe saw something by that building, and because bill was in central city and that thing couldn’t have been a gust of air. and this goes on and on to the point batman doesn’t have people talking about possible intel and secret cargo arrivals and illegal goods and black market arms dealers when he’s on top of freighters, scouting and waiting. he’s listening to someone always going on and on about how things are about to change, how nobody’s prepared for gods to come down, how people are scared. his gotham is scared
bruce has already decided to take action before aliens openly threaten his world because one of their own is among them. before two gods start fighting. before that wayne enterprises building is cut in half and he loses everyone
are you still taking those 10/rose prompts? if so, could you do an arranged marriage au where they're gonna get married??
Here you go, hope you like it :D
“There is no way in hell that I’m having an arranged marriage, Donna!” Lord John Smith, the youngest son of Lord Rassilon told his older sister Donna, for the umpteenth time that day.
Donna rolled her eyes. This was The Doctor Saga all over again, when he had run away from home and studied sciences in the university, instead of history and political science, as demanded by their father. “Ever the rebellious son. What are you gonna do?”
John thought for a moment. Maybe this woman was Lady Cassandra part two, an ambitious creature who wanted to use his title to gain social status. Or maybe she was just another poor soul being forced into marriage with a stranger, just like he was. He wanted to give her the benefit of doubt. “I’m going to meet her in person and tell her politely that I’m not going to marry her in a million years.”
Donna grinned. “Good luck with that, dumbo. Let me know how many teeth she knocks out.”