I had a request from a darling anon for Peter and Wade meeting at a Pride Parade, so here we go. Sticking with Andrew Garfield for Peter, Ryan Reynolds for Wade. If you have a pairing you would like to meet during Pride Month/ at a Pride Event, toss me a message or something and I will see what I can do :)
********************* ********************* J. Jonah Jameson– for all his asshole posturing and shouting and dropping f bombs like he was raining them down on the innocent people below– completely supported Pride Month.
Every June, he instructed his reporters to stop reporting on death and mayhem and that fucking spider and–and this is a direct quote, mind you— —–“find someone carrying a rainbow flag and make them a celebrity. This is Pride Month. So let’s show how fucking proud we are of all of them. Fucking ridiculous, people having to hide who they are from the world. Who the fuck cares? Fuck haters. Go find me someone fabulous and fucking flaming to interview. I expect rainbows and glitter and drag queens.”
Granted, Jameson’s attitude might not have been exactly politically correct, and maybe he used the wrong words to describe members of the LGBTQ community, and maybe he still came across as insensitive, but his heart was in the right place. And he certainly might have teared up once or twice or a dozen times when he heard that two of the male reporters in the bullpen were tying the knot finally. He also might have given them two weeks paid vacation for their honeymoon, and a giant bonus because he was so happy for them.
So, brushing aside the incorrect phrasing, and the insensitive but well meaning enthusiasm of the editor, the staff of the Daily Bugle just smiled and ‘yes sir’-ed and went out to follow his instructions– edited of course because a casting call for someone ‘fabulous and fucking flaming’ might not go over as smoothly with the real world.
No one knew why the cantankerous editor suddenly became pro-glitter during June, but they knew him well enough not to question it.
So when Jameson had yelled for Peter to stop photographing that “goddamn wall crawling pain in my ass and get down to the Parade and for gods sake wear something with a unicorn on it!”, Peter had just grinned and grabbed his camera and headed down town.
A/N: I’ve always wanted to post a lingerie shopping with AJ fic, and this has been sitting in my drafts for months! And talking about lingerie shopping with a certain anon from last night inspired me to post this! (with some modifications to match the prompt, of course!) Enjoy some sugar daddy AJ!
There’s a Farkle Under Your Bed (Riarkle Future One-Shot)
Fandom: Girl Meets World
Pairing(s): Riarkle (Main), Corpanga
Characters: (Main) Riley Matthews, Farkle Minkus, and Cory Matthews, (Supporting) Topanga Lawerence-Matthews and Auggie Matthews
Rating: T for compromising positions and some shirtlessness…? Idk…the making out got a little out of hand, honestly. Lolz.
Description: It turns out Cory Matthews has been chasing the wrong boy out of his daughter’s bay window for years. But, the real threat is now clear… Or at least pretty clearly hiding under the girl’s bed.
Author’s Note: So, technically, this one-shot is a part of my canon future Riarkle one-shot collection. If you want, read the other pieces in that collection, if not… High school Riarkle is still always cute, am I right? Also, there isn’t any sex, but for real, this is an intense make out scene, so be aware because I don’t want to offend!
Riley felt absolutely lightheaded by the time her back connected with her mattress. Had she not already been utterly breathless, the landing might have knocked the air from her lungs.
Reaching up, she frantically pulled the boy hovering over her closer, drawing him in for another kiss between gasps for oxygen. Ironically, her radio, which she’d turned up to cover up any noises that might be made, played Into You by Ariana Grande at near full volume just as her boyfriend ducked his head to begin kissing a trail from her jaw to where her pulse beat erratically on her neck.
She shrieked before peeling into giggles as he nibbled that one spot that he knew damn well was ticklish.
Breaking from her skin to laugh, Farkle hushed her, “Quiet! Remember?”
Riley replied with only a whine, pulling his lips back up to her’s. Farkle smirked into the kiss but didn’t whisper any more orders, keeping his mouth busy with much more pleasurable activities.