the first one to stand up and cheer

Clapping Banned

I think this was last year, but anyways, clapping became a thing at my school. It was crazy. At first it started out small like a few kids clapping when a teacher walked into the room, but a week later it was the whole class clapping when anyone walked into a room. It was loud, there was cheering and screaming as if someone famous had walked in, and let me just say.. This happened to every. person. I mean if you were the second one through the door to a class, that one person sitting there would be clapping. You could hear the clapping from other classes on the other hall. So one day, we’re all sitting at lunch when the principal stands up on the stage(there was a stage type thing in the cafeteria, idk why), and announces that clapping is banned. Anyone who claps will be given a warning, but if they do it again, a referral. And suddenly, the whole cafeteria is quiet. 

And then we start clapping.

What the Signs Need to Hear

Aries: That single homework assignment you forgot to turn in? Those tests you just couldn’t seem to pass? You’ll wake up 10 years from now and wonder why you ever even worried in the first place

Taurus: Of course it’s ok to be cheerful, to smile, to pretend that everything’s fine. But it’s also ok to break down, to cry, to feel inadequate because that only reminds us of our humanity

Gemini: It’s ok to compromise, but only do it when you can. If you believe in something, stand by it! Somewhere along the way you’ll discover someone who’s on the same boat

Cancer: Don’t worry so much about finding yourself so quickly, one day you’ll eventually realize who you really are and come to appreciate yourself as much as I do

Leo: Insecurities, no matter how much others try to trivialize them, always affect us in a big way don’t they? But even with all of them, I wouldn’t consider you any less of a person

Virgo: Never settle for what could have been, you’re worth more than second place

Libra: Although it’s ok to listen to others, always know yourself first. What you want to become and what other people want you to become are two completely different realities

Scorpio: If you don’t succeed now, succeed later. Try again. There’s no shame in that, and I believe in you more than you’ll ever care to know

Sagittarius: Don’t feel like there’s too much to do and not enough time to do it. Catch your breath. It may not look it but it’s going to be alright

Capricorn: It’s not always about numbers and deadlines and quantifiable competence. Stripped of these things you still matter, you are valued, and you are loved

Aquarius: Let your ideas flourish, don’t keep it all to yourself. Sure, there will always be people who don’t care, but your voice matters, and anyone who says it doesn’t is dead wrong, make some noise

Pisces: Stop feeling sorry for things that were never your fault, and apologizing for problems that you never caused, the things that you’ve had to go through are not always who you are

Look at your Sun 🌞and Moon 🌑

The Melody Lingers On - Archie Andrews x Reader Imagine

Warnings: None

Request by @mydunbar :I love your imagines so much!! Please can I have one with Archie (your boyfriend)  where you can secretly sing and never tell anyone but he overhears you and is shocked and makes you perform a song with him? Thank you! X

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Originally posted by sevixxteen


Warnings: Mentions of blood and violence.

The small gym is packed to the rafters. Large men with shifty eyes and one hand firmly tucked inside their pockets, women with anxious eyes and one hand placed firmly over their hearts, meek men with bruised skin and one hand clutching a betting slip because their lives depend on it; they’re all together, they’re all waiting. And you’re sitting there among them, one hand gripping the silver chain around your neck and the other clutching the edge of your seat.

The copper tang of blood fills the air and mixes with the musk of men from fights past. You’re almost certain there’s a noxious cloud floating above the crowd from the cigarettes and the bottles scattered around the room. It’s a cesspool, filthy and disgusting, but you don’t dare move a muscle.

Members of the crowd are watching the entrances, waiting for the prize fighters to enter. The main event is all that’s left, all of the other men have bloodied their fists and earned their week’s salary. But your eyes are glued to the small blue stool in one corner of the ring.

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“Iron Lady” - [Jeremy Irons / Tom Hiddleston - Multi-chapter].

Chapter I: “Horses”.

SummaryWidower Jeremy, falls for and marries his son’s friend despite tripling her age. And just a few years later, his health problems and the return of his best friend, Tom, to London, make him doubt his marriage and wonder if his wife would be better off with a younger man like his friend.

Written by: A.Wölf.

Notes: This is fiction, and these wonderful actors are just playing these characters.


Jeremy was sitting behind the desk in his study, going through his mail.

He opened a drawer to pull out a folder, and a photograph fell out. He picked it up and squinted through his glasses to get a good look at it. He smiled when he saw his younger self staring back at him, and he put the picture away but his line of sight deviated and he found himself staring at the portrait of his young wife on their wedding day, right there on the desk. He became expressionless once he realized that she was the same age as him in that old photograph.

Jeremy stood up but as if life itself wanted to mock him, a sharp pain in his lower back made him groan and bend over with a grimace.

“What is it?” his wife asked, suddenly standing by the door, “Are you okay?”

“My bloody back…” he said.

But his ego seemed to be hurting far more.

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normalisjustafairytale  asked:

Felicity finally meeting the star player aka Oliver on her friends(probably Dig, I could see Oliver as a pitcher and Dig catching as a duo) baseball team - the one she she finds does those attractive af pants(honestly tho what magic is there in baseball pants to make them so hot???) better than anyone else out there. (this may or may not be inspired by the days me and my friends used to watch the guy she was crushing on play because of those damn attractive pants) (I LIKE A GOOD BOOTY OK)

“I still don’t understand why I had to come to the game.  Everyone knows that Oliver Queen and John Diggle are the star players,” Felicity said, squinting at the bright sunshine and then rummaging in her large pink tote bag for her prescription sunglasses.  “No offense to Barry and Tommy, of course.”

“Trust us, you’ll want to see a game,” Caitlin Snow said.  

In unison, Lyla Michaels and the Lance sisters, Laurel and Sara, nodded their heads.  

“Okay …” Felicity said, settling the sunglasses on her nose and following the other girls out to the field.  

She had transferred to Star City Senior High three months ago, a skinny sophomore who was more comfortable with computers than with other people.  To Felicity’s utter surprise, she had quickly found a great group of friends, starting with Caitlin and Sara, who were in a few of her classes.  And through them, she had gotten to know Lyla and Laurel, who were both seniors.

Having friends was great … most of the time.  But getting dragged to a baseball game, with end-of-semester exams looming, wasn’t one of those times.  Yet all the girls had been so insistent on her coming, Felicity had been worried what would happen if she didn’t go along.

But if she did go, she risked embarrassing herself, yet again, in front of Oliver Queen.  Because whenever she was around him, she seemed to end up tongue-tied and fire-engine red.  Or, even worse, babbling like an idiot.  Which was not fair–she had a genius-level IQ!

For some reason, Sara seemed to think Felicity had a chance with Oliver and kept pushing her and Oliver together.  Since Sara’s sister was dating Oliver’s best friend, that meant there was plenty of chances for Sara to push Felicity towards Oliver.

“It’s gonna be a lot of fun,” Sara said, linking arms with Felicity.  In her red tank top and black jeans, her hair in a high ponytail and her sunglasses on, Sara was effortless cool.  Meanwhile, Felicity felt like a little girl in her full skirt and t-shirt.

“If you say so,” Felicity said, her eyes widening as they approached the field.  “Wow.”

The baseball complex was much more elaborate than Felicity had expected for a high school field.  More than that, though, after growing up in Las Vegas, she was still a little bit breathless when she saw so much green grass.  

The five girls chatted as they found seats in the bleachers and waited for the start of the game.  Other than Sara, Felicity was the only one who wasn’t dating a baseball player.  Which at least meant she wasn’t the … eleventh wheel?

“And now, taking the field, the two-time reigning state champions, the Star City Stallions!”

The crowd went wild as the home team took the field.  Felicity could see the speedy Barry take up his position at shortstop, and Tommy heading out to right field.  John Diggle, Lyla’s boyfriend, was warming up on the mound.  And even though she told herself she wasn’t looking for Oliver, she scanned the field for him.  

“Where’s Oliver?”  The words slipped out before she could hold them back, making her blush a little.

“Behind home plate,” Laurel said, chewing on a piece of gum.  

“Behind … ?  Ohhhhhh.”  

All the girls sitting beside Felicity exchanged looks and grins that were verging on smirks.  Felicity could see that from the corner of her eye.  But all her attention was focused on home plate.  

Because Oliver Queen, in full catcher’s gear, was crouching behind home plate, his already-snug-fitting baseball pants stretched across his very, very, very nice ass.  

“Oh my God.  I’d pray to that if I wasn’t Jewish,” Felicity breathed out before her cheeks lighted on fire.  

“What about being Jewish would preclude you from praying to Oliver’s ass?” Lyla asked with a grin.  

“First Commandment.  You shall have no other God before me,” Caitlin said.  

Sara snorted.  “Why are we talking about commandments with all the lusting we’re doing?”

Dimly, Felicity heard the other girls debating the question, but she was not paying attention.  Which was probably violating some code of friendship, but … now she understood why they wanted her to come to this game.  Now she knew that whatever she was feeling for Oliver Queen wasn’t just some school girl crush.  No, watching him crouch and kneel in the dirt … she felt like a woman for the very first time.  

A sharp pain in her side brought her back to Earth.  “Ouch!” she said, rubbing her side as she turned to look at Sara.  “What was that for?”

“Go tell Oliver good luck.”  

She blinked.  “Excuse me?”

Sara gestured to their now-empty bench.  “It’s tradition.  Each ball player needs the girl they like to tell them good luck before the game.  That’s where Lyla, Laurel and Caitlin are.” 

Felicity looked around and saw a clump of players and girls along the first-base line.  Then she looked back at Sara and bit her lower lip.  

As much as she would like to go wish Oliver good luck on the game … it wouldn’t count.  Not when she wasn’t the girl he liked.  

“Trust me, Felicity,” Sara said softly.  “He wants you to be the one to cheer him on.”

For a long moment, Felicity looked at the girl who had become her best friend.  Sara was outgoing, wild, always up for a good time.  But she was also incredibly loyal and read people better than anyone Felicity had ever met.  

If Sara said that Oliver liked Felicity … she couldn’t help believing her.  

Swallowing, Felicity glanced down at the field and saw Oliver, still behind home plate, glancing towards the first-base line.  And there was something about his body language that made him look … wistful.  Sad.  A little lonely.

“Okay,” she said, standing up quickly.  She wavered a little and took a deep breath, before climbing over the bleacher risers towards the walkway that would take her along the first-base line.  

She edged down the line, not getting too close to the other couples.  She took another deep breath, then looked over towards Oliver.  He wasn’t looking in her direction anymore, which meant she would have to get his attention somehow.  

Licking her lips, Felicity called out, “Number Twelve!”

Oliver’s head whipped around, and even behind his mask and from this distance, she could tell his eyes widened in surprise.  Then, he gracefully rose from his crouch and jogged over towards the line, pushing his mask up to reveal those gorgeous blue eyes, a slightly-stubbled jaw, and a wide, beaming smile.  

“Hey,” he said, not sounding even a little out of breath as he approached her.  

“Hi,” she replied shyly, gazing at him.  “I’ve never been to a game before, so I … I didn’t know about this tradition.”  

He leaned against the railing that separated the bleachers from the field.  “It’s a good tradition.  Especially if you have a girl.”  

“I … I’m surprised you don’t,” she said, feeling a rush of pleasure at the words coming out flirty instead of shy and vulnerable.  

“Well, you need the right girl.  Else she’ll wish you good luck and you’ll go 0 for 4 with an error,” Oliver said, looking right at her with a small smile.  

Felicity found herself smiling back.  “Maybe I shouldn’t wish you any kind of luck.  Just to be safe.”  

His smile widened and his hand reached out to gently hold her elbow.  “I don’t play safe.”  

Oliver leaned up and just like she knew what she was doing, Felicity leaned down.  And when their lips met, Felicity found herself thinking that Oliver’s way was the best way.  

And from now on, she sure wasn’t going to play it safe.  


Imagine skipping class with Chris. (Part B)

A/N: Part 3B! Oh God, I was going to wait till tomorrow but I’m just too excited! I’m really happy with how this one turned out. You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A) Enjoooooy! X

Burbank; that was where Chris took you after breakfast in the cute little corner bistro you loved so much. He took you all the way there to give you a tour of Marvel Studios as well as introduce you to some of the people from the industry you were dying to be apart of. He even managed to get you a quick meeting with the very busy Kevin Fiege, who- thanks to Chris- promised he’d give you a meeting when you graduated from UCLA; an offer to which you squealed at the second you thought Kevin was out of earshot. He wasn’t, and it explained why Chris Evans would go through so much trouble for a girl people said was, “just a fan he met an airport.” You were sweet and humble and passionate, and Kevin wouldn’t be surprised if months later he’d heard Chris ended up dating you. The two of you clearly had a lot of chemistry, and he wasn’t blind to the way Chris looked at you; it may have been subtle, but it was definitely a look of love.


A strange concept; love. It could either be the simplest of things, or the most complicated. Unfortunately for the two of you, it was the latter. Neither of you wanted to admit anything, due to fear of getting hurt. That was the thing about love, despite how wonderful it could make a person feel- there was also the chance of ruining an entire being. A wrong move, a poorly chosen word, bad timing- all of these were factors capable of tearing a soul in pieces.

Chris couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t take away that light you carried despite how dark you thought you were. You were the kind of girl who still believed she could meet the love of her life in a coffee shop; who believed in love at first sight; who wanted to marry as soon as possible; who didn’t want to date casually; who was a hopeless romantic; who thought love was just like the movies. You had an incredibly innocent heart that he both wanted to force his way into, but also protect. He wanted you to have a lifetime of happiness, and he wasn’t yet sure if he could provide that for you. But God, he was starting to realize you were a girl he wasn’t going to get over easily. If he found out tomorrow you were going on a date with another man, he’d both be ecstatic and heartbroken.

Chris took his eyes off the road for a brief second to throw a glance your way. It’d been fifteen minutes since you got into the car, but you were still smiling at the pass hanging around your neck. He’d made it himself, and it had both your name and the phrase “VIP - Chris Evans’ Very Important Person” on it. You looked over at him as he turned back to the road, smiling when you saw him smile. You still couldn’t believe your luck; it’d been exactly forty-three days since you met Chris and you still couldn’t believe your luck. You woke with a smile on your face each morning- not just because of the ‘good morning’ texts he’d sent you, but because you woke knowing you had him in your life. It was a pretty freaking amazing feeling, one you hoped you’d never have to give up.

“Thank you for today, Chris.” You told him, smiling; he glanced at you and smiled back, nodding. “You’re right about it being worth my time, I couldn’t imagine spending today any other way. This has just been an absolute dream come true, honestly-” you cut yourself off, chuckling, “you’re the best, the absolute best.”

“It’s not over yet,” he threw another smile your way. “We’ve still got one more stop before we call it a day, and um-” he pulled his car to a stop; you looked out and saw the Dolby Theatre. “You might want to do a quick costume change.” He told you then got out of the car before you could question him further. “C'mon,” he called as he knocked on the back windshield.

You got out of the car and chuckled when you saw him hold up two dress bags. One held a navy blue tux, and the other held your old prom dress. “Where the hell did you get that from?” You laughed, taking the bag from him. “You didn’t break into my room while I was sleeping, did you?”

“God, no,” he laughed. “Ava did.” He told you and you chuckled. Of course Ava did, your best friend would do anything Chris asked her to because she too was a huge fan of his. You’d met her on Tumblr a few years ago, connecting through your love for Chris Evans and writing, and only recently met her in real life. She was yet another wonderful thing you needed to thank Chris for, because without him to write about- you would’ve never met Ava. “I told her about today and she offered her services.”

“Isn’t she a doll,” you bit sarcastically, then laughed when he did. “Are you serious about changing?” You quizzed and he nodded, walking towards the entrance as he draped the dress bag over his shoulder. “Oh come on,” you ran after him, “I don’t want to put on a gown!”

“You’re going to be very under dressed.” He pushed the door open and beckoned you in with his head. You stared at him, not saying anything or walking into anywhere. You huffed when he chuckled, “it’ll be fun, Y/N. Trust me,” he said with a smile that you’d never- in your forty-three days of knowing him- been able to say no to.

“Fine,” you sighed and stomped into the building. “Is there a bath-” You cut yourself off when he pointed you in the direction of the bathroom. “Just so you know, I might not even fit that dress.” You told him as you stomped towards the female bathroom like a pouty child; he followed behind you, chuckling softly. “I’m not as slim now as I was at my prom.”

“You still look great to me,” he told you and you felt heat rise to your cheeks. You bit back your smile as you glanced back at him. “Get dressed,” he instructed and you nodded, “then meet me at the stage.”

• • • • • • • •

Chris waited on the stage patiently for you, fiddling with his cuffs and sleeves. “I look ridiculous,” he heard your voice and looked up as you walked down the aisle towards the stage. His lips parted in awe, then formed into a smile as he appreciated how breathtaking you looked in your simple, but beautifully elegant, chiffon gown. “I mean-” you lifted your gown to display the sneakers you were wearing. “You could’ve at least got Ava to steal me some heels too,” you joked.

“You look beautiful.” He complimented as he walked down the steps to meet you; his heart beating as fast against his chest at the sight of you, as your heart was against your chest at the sight of him. “Now come on,” he held out his arm for you to take, “I want to show you something.”

“Like what?” You asked, letting him lead you on stage. “We’re already inside this amazing theatre, I mean- this is where they host the Oscars every year.” You pulled away from him to stroll the stage. “This place has held the talents of Meryl Streep and Denzel Washington and Martin Scorsese and Quentin Tarantino and-” You stopped when you realized Chris was smiling at you. “Of course,” you walked back over to him and poked his chest, “Chris Evans. A man who should have won Oscars upon Oscars by now.”

“As biased as you are, my number one fan,” he teased and you giggled, “I appreciate it. And yes,” he agreed as he looked around the place, smiling. “The theatre is amazing and I did bring you here to show you the interior. But-” he said and you turned to him, “I also brought you here to prepare you for your future.”

“And how are you preparing me for my future?”

“Come here,” he used his head to beckon you towards him. You walked over hesitantly then tensed when he moved behind you, gently grabbing your arms. “This is where you’re going to be one day,” he whispered into your ear, smiling. He was having trouble remembering what he’d planned to say to you because your perfume was incredibly intoxicating and all he could think of was kissing your neck. “You’re going to be standing up here, looking down at everyone you’d thought you’d only see on your screen, thanking them and your loved ones for taking a chance on you and supporting you to your first Oscar win.”

You smiled as you imagined what Chris was saying. It was almost like you could feel the Golden Statue in your hand; the weight and the sturdiness of it. You closed your eyes and looked up; it was like the heat of a thousand lights were kissing your skin. Your ears could hear the thundering applause and the cheers as the entire audience rose to their feet to give you the standing ovation you deserved. You’d look out into the crowd and smile; smile at the people you’d worked with, those who’d helped you get you the award. That was the dream, it’d always been the dream. Just like Chris was part of it, he was part of everything. Even as you closed your eyes to picture a scene where you just won an award of the highest honor, you saw him. You saw him in the crowd and you smiled because knowing him, having him believe in you the way he did, having him in your life- that all meant so much more to you than winning an award.

“I can’t wait to see you up here,” he told you as he released you from his grip. His hand forgot you were just a friend and not his girlfriend, and took it upon itself to brush your cascading hair over your shoulder. “You are going to go to amazing places, Y/N. I promise you that,” he said with so much sincerity that you felt your eyes well with tears.

“Oh God,” your voice quivered as you sniffled, trying your best not to start crying. Chris’ eyes narrowed as he gently wrapped his arm around your elbow to turn you towards him. “These are happy tears,” you quickly told him when you saw concern in his eyes. “I’m um-” you reached up to brush your tears away, but he beat you to it. “I’m just really touched that you believe in me.”

“Of course I do,” he smiled and lowered his hand to take your in his; he squeezed it gently. “You are incredibly talented, Y/N. I am so glad you decided to pursue screen writing because- God, it’d be a waste if you didn’t. You have a way with words that not many do, and I have no doubt that it’s going to take you up here one day.”

“Because of you,” you said and he shook his head.

“No,” he said. “Because of you. With or without me, you were going to find your way here and I’m…” He trailed off, smiling at how beautiful you looked despite your teary eyes and runny nose. “I’m going to be standing in that audience applauding your incredible talent, and wishing that I’d one day be lucky enough to be able to direct or even act in one of your flawless pieces.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” you chuckled because it was your only way to stop yourself from crying. He smiled and brushed the tears that had escaped off your cheeks. “Thank you, Chris,” you told him as you forced your way into his arms, hugging him tightly; he’d hugged you back without hesitation. “You have no idea how much all of this means to me.”

“You’re welcome.”

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Part 4A

Biggest Fan- Connor McDavid

Originally posted by at-hannabunton

Ok so this one gave me some trouble, but I think I’m finally happy with it, so…. enjoy!

Warning: none

Anon Request: Can you write a Connor McDavid imagine about (Y/N) is a famous singer and they are dating and someone throws his jersey on stage and he is at that show! I LOVE YOUR WRITING


              “You made it” you cheered, throwing yourself at your boyfriend.

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Not A Joke

Summary: Dan and Phil’s friends have dared Phil to get Dan off right this second, despite the fact that they despise each other. 

Includes: voyeurism, enemies to lovers, and a sudden need for church

Word Count: 1.7k

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Flashing Lights (part 2) - Benedict x reader

A/N: I’m sorry this took a while, but I had two of my wisdom teeth extracted like two days ago, so you can imagine the mess that I am right now…
I wasn’t planning on writing this second part, but a friend asked for some intense riding smut, so here I am. lol.
To @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch who sent this lovely request my way, I hope you don’t mind but I’m planning on writing that as a part three, so sit tight because it’s coming!
Also, if any of you want to be tagged in the next part, do send me an ask and I’d be glad to add you!

Word count: 2481
Warnings: smut

[Part 1] - [Part 3]

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Vixx Reaction Masterlist Post

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VIXX taking care of you when you're sick

Leo: ok so I think he might act like he knows what he’s doing, but he just ends up asking someone else, like an older person, what to do. If it’s something serious, he wouldn’t hesitate rushing you to the hospital despite your protests. However, if it’s something small like a cold, he’ll probably baby you and make sure you have enough to eat and drink. “ jagi, have you had water in the past hour?” “Do you want more soup? I’ll go make some more soup.” He’d stay by your side all day and night to make sure you’re doing okay.

 Ravi: despite his calm and cool exterior, he’ll go into full panic mother-mode as soon as he hears a groan or a complain from you. “Are you sure you don’t wanna get it checked out? I mean it might be more serious than you think…” after you assure him it’s nothing more than a cold, he still doesn’t let his guard down. Will always put your health before work or his busy schedule. 

 N: the most fun out of all of them. Will always keep you entertained and make sure you’re coughing out of laughter instead of your cold. Always has a recipe ready for when you’re not feeling so well. Won’t hesitate to get in bed with you even after you try to convince him that he will get sick as well. “I don’t care, as long as you feel better, babe.” Lost of forehead kisses and cuddles. 

 Hyuk: will probably start freaking out. Doesn’t know whether to call his parents and ask for advice, or if he should call a doctor and get medical help. He’ll always settle for comfort food and movies/music to cheer you up. Probably has stocked up on all the medicines you need, and makes sure you take them when required. Expect lots of cuddles from this one as well. 

 Hongbin: I think he also seems like the type to make you laugh when you’re sick, he can’t stand seeing you in pain. Will look up the stupidest memes and have the goofiest smile on his face when he hears you laughing. Puts his phone number as the first one for speed dial just in case you need anything while he’s away. Always drops everything and comes to your aid if you do. 

 Ken: would also freak out a little, but remain calm because he knows he needs to have a clear head. Always makes sure you’re taking the right medicines and buys you extra snacks and DVDs to pass away the time. On alert 24/7 when you need something, no matter if he’s away or cuddling next to you.

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Give me a smile

Now this is a request for the amazing @wolfcub1635

So the scenario is: “reader has had a pretty rough week, feeling pretty shitty and has made a sort of bubble by keeping people out, not even Mikey could cheer her up. But will a hothead cheer up a hothead?”

Originally posted by lillianlinus

It was raining for starters. That black cloud had followed you all the way into the lair, the thunder reflecting your mood, dangerous and furious. It was like life was against you, of course that wasn’t true but from where you were standing it seemed like the universe was telling you to have the shittiest life ever and they weren’t there to help you out. At all. You were on your own. 

The first one to notice your foul mood was Mikey. He cheered once you entered the fortress of the pizza smelling sewers but you ignored him. Mikey didn’t get hurt easily, but your frown, your posture, the less that skip in your step had made him feel sad. 

“Hey Y/N! How are ya?” he exclaimed cheerfully a second time but all you did was sulk and sulk. You didn’t even join him to play a video game. That was how shitty you felt. 

Donnie was next. asking if you were sick, you grumbled a no and made your way to the kitchen where Leo was trying to offer you some tea. They wanted to see you happy, they really did. But maybe you just weren’t up for it. You didn’t even give them a smile. Not as much as a twitch on your lips. Finally, after what had seemed forever, they had decided to leave you alone which unfortunately for you, made you feel worse. Did no one care? 

You heard the grunting of the certain steroid invested turtle punching a sandbag so you decided to pay him a little visit. The air smelled like tension, you could cut through it with a knife. You sat cross legged by some weights, tracing the patterns of the numbers on them silently, trying to waste some time, knowing Raphael hadn’t noticed your presence. 

“Watcha doing here, shortie?” he grumbled, letting out another grunt as he pushed the bar back up into its holster. 

“Nothin’.” you mumbled in reply, not seeing his rolling of his eyes. 

He picked himself up, swaggering towards you and sitting down beside you, trying to read your hard expression. “Why ya so pissed?” 

You rolled your eyes, sure, you guys had grown closer, having something in common. You were both hotheads. You considered him a friend, maybe something more but in your mind, it wouldn’t happen. 

“I’m pissed at life.” You answered with a sigh, your fingers ghosting over the crack in the floor. 

“Woah, that’s deep. Even for you.” he chuckled but you didn’t laugh. Not even a smile. He frowned. “Rough week?” 

You shrugged. “Maybe.” 

He shook his head in amusement. “You wanna talk about it?” 

You actually scoffed, a twitch almost making its way to your lips. “When have you ever ‘talked’?” 

“I talk.” He snapped defensively. 

“When it comes to your biceps.” You teased which made him smirk. 

“Now, you’re feeling better.” He said which made you frown again. He huffed, shoving your shoulder gently. 

“Come on, shortstack. Give me a smile.” He taunted and you scrunched up your face in a sulk. He rolled his eyes at you. “All you gotta do is smile, dammit.” 

“What if I don’t want to?” 

“Well, I’m tellin’ ya to.” 

“What’s the point?” 

He sighed. “It would make me happy.” He said and you dropped your wall of stubbornness. “I like it when you smile.” He muttered under his breath sheepishly which made a grin curl at your lips. 

You made a bold move. You kissed his cheek with a quick peck and he froze. Slowly, a red blush started at his neck and traveled all the way up to his cheeks, putting his own mask to shame. He then looked at you and you looked at him. He grinned. 

“There’s that smile.” 

anonymous asked:

Could you, possibly, write that Tithonus scene from Stella's POV? if you are interested

“Scully got shot,” he says and the room goes quiet, the man behind her with his belt buckle undone and his hands on his hips disappears.  People say they feel their heart stops in moments like this, but Stella feels nothing but, hears nothing but her heart beating.

And then she hears her breath crackle like cold cereal in the phone.  Feels herself swallow.


“What?” she finally asks and Mulder repeats it but this time gets quickly to the other end of his sentence. “She’s doing okay, but I thought you should know.”

“She’s alive.”


“Jesus fucking Christ, Mulder.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to –“

“You lead with that. For fuck’s sake.”

She turns.  The handsome man,  Eliot was it?  Erik? from the restaurant is looking at her with a concerned face.  His Good Samaritan on the street face, his divorced dad face probably.  She cut her peaceful solo dinner short for him, but she cut the man short for Fox Mulder, and would cut anything, anyone short for Dana Scully.  She holds the phone between her jaw and her shoulder and buckles his belt for him. Picks up his shoes and hands them to him, ignores the growing confusion on his sexily scruffy face.  Mulder is babbling something about immortality and photographic negatives and she’s holding the door open.  She covers the receiver to tell the man she’s sorry, he has to go.  She’s just shut the door when Mulder gets to his next important point.

“I can’t stay here with her.”

“Here, where?”

“The hospital, in New York. They’re going to want to keep her.”

“I see.”  She wants to make sure she’s hearing what she thinks, doesn’t want to intrude.

“Will you – I mean you’re in another country – but there isn’t anyone else she’ll let hold her hand here, you know what I mean?  I could call her mother but that would probably just upset her and be exhausting for Scully and you would cheer her up… It’s not a big deal if you can’t, probably, she can take care of herself.”

She didn’t mean to let him ramble, it’s just that she’s already begun packing, wiping the man from the restaurant off her mouth.

“I’ll get on the first flight I can.”

He thanks her, sounds relieved, and she thanks him back for calling.  But she doesn’t get a bit of relief herself for several hours, not until she’s standing outside Scully’s hospital room window, sees all five feet and three inches in one piece, ever strand of her thick red hair in tact.  Not even really until she Scully’s cold hand and feels it solid in her palm, fingers gripping back despite the IV sunk into the top of her hand.  Whatever bit the bullet took out of her, Scully obviously didn’t need.

She’s disappointed that Scully notices she’s exhausted, not because it offends her, but because she’s trying hard not to need any caretaking.  She changed her clothes at the hotel.  She put on a fresh coat of mascara in the car.  She paid for the showiest room they have.  She’s here for fun, she’s here because it works for her.  But Scully looks at her over their knuckles and sees her, Scully can always see her.  She’ll be in charge in a minute, she’ll be fun in a minute, she’ll take care of whatever needs taking care of in a minute.  There is no point pretending she doesn’t have to catch her breath, no point pretending her heart hasn’t been on a treadmill for nine hours.

Her spine is warm where Scully’s hands rest and she thinks of her father’s hospital room.  Her mascara runs onto the hospital gown and she’s momentarily angry she ever got herself into this, let herself love this person.  In a minute, she tells her, and she really means in a minute I’ll get you out of here, in a minute I’ll take you to my gorgeous hotel suite and put you in front of a fireplace, order you room service, offer you the giant Jacuzzi bathtub if you’re allowed to take baths, I’ll give you both chocolates from the pillows, anything but don’t you dare ever fucking do this to me again.

“Have you out by cocktail hour,” she says instead, and means that too.  

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Word Count: 2,552

Warning: Injured Robbie!!!!!

((I was feeling like shit sooo I decided to write some Robb Stark cause he always makes me feel better! To the anon who requested, I hope you like it!))

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anonymous asked:

please do a AU of drarry, where they make a bet, the loser tending to the winners every whim.

Harry supposed that he had gotten in way over his head. He supposed that just like Hermione had once said, his arrogance would cost him dearly.

Usually Harry entered situations like this without a plan, and managed to made it out with reasonable success. However he had his friends to help him, and this was a situation he had to face alone.

So he had gotten a bit ahead of himself. As per usual, when Malfoy was involved, Harry had bitten off more than he could chew.  

Three weeks ago, when Malfoy had cornered him in a hallway with a mischievous glint in his eye, wearing his sleeves rolled up in a way that should be illegal, Harry was prepared for a challenge. Something about the curve of Malfoys smirk made Harry feel even more reckless than usual.

He made a propestion that Harry couldn’t refuse. He cast his silvery eyes downwards, casual as you like, and cooly tossed out “Hello Potter, care for a bet? Unless you feel a bit…scared?”

Harry could never back down. Malfoy layed it out for him, and harry listened, trying his best not to lean into him. Whoever collected the snitch in the next Slytherin and Gryffindor quidditch match would be the winner, the loser would have to tend to the winners whims for the entire day.  

Harry knew he was obsessive, the bet he had accepted consumed his thoughts and expelled all others. The torturous things he could do to Malfoy filled his thoughts every minute of the day, and made him smile oddly until someone told him to knock it off.  

He couldn’t fathom losing. He knew that he was faster and stronger than Malfoy, and always collected the snitched whenever they were up against each other. He was counting on his quick reflexes. One thing he was not, however, was smarter than Malfoy, and than was eventually his downfall.

The first half of the game dragged along as Harry watched Draco’s muscles dance as he kept balance. Harry nearly fell off his broom when Malfoy caught his eye and gave him a dazzling smile, not nasty or smarmy, but mischievous and playful. Harry had to bite the inside of his cheek to avoid smiling back and looking like an idiot.

They hit the halfway mark, and the snitch was released and Slytherin’s whole game changed like a boggart shifting form. They were playing harder, faster, and meaner than ever before. The ball was nearly never in their possession however. Harry searched wildly for the familiar glint of gold flashing through the sky, however it grew difficult when his view was obscured by slytherins.  

He watched Draco’s sleek form dip towards the ground, and Harry blindly followed, assuming he had caught sight of the snitch. He pushed himself forward, hardly noticing as Draco pulled up and away. He couldn’t see the snitch anywhere nearby, and frowned, before glancing up.  

Draco was on the other side of the field, darting and swerving through his team members, who where dead focused on their seeker. Harry tried to move forward, but too was mesmerised by the image of Draco’s sleek form gracefully gliding through the air at break neck speed.

He felt his heart drop as Draco nearly clipped his side on one of the stands and then dissapeared with a loud thud. Gryffindor were scoring goal after goal with so many of the Slytherin team stationary.

Draco suddenly burst out behind a stand with a huge grin on his face, blood gushing from his nose, and the golden snitch firmly in his fist.

Slytherin’s stands burst into the loudest cheering Harry had ever heard. His heart was pounding, as reality sunk in. For the first time since he had started playing quidditch, Draco had caught the snitch.  

He watched as Draco’s teammates flocked towards him, lifting his up, despite his bleeding face. Harry soon realized that they were all in on it. The way Slytherin had blocked his view, the way Draco had tricked him by pretending to spot the snitch, the way they had slyly gone about winning despite the huge risk of losing. Harry was shocked, and quite possibly not nearly as angry as he should be.

Draco had smiled at him, and it was still handsome through all the blood. His smile was hungry, and his eyes were bright with adrenaline and passion.  

Harry could feel his breath leave his body. He had been well and truly played and the worst part was, he was enjoying it.  


“Why if it isn’t Harry ‘loser’ Potter, here do attend to my every need.”

Harry cringed. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but the flush of humiliation that ran across his face was not it. Draco was sitting at his breakfast table, smugly staring at Harry along with all his friends. Across the hall, Ron looked fit to burst.

“Just tell me what you want me to do Draco.” Harry gritted out.  

“Oh, isn’t he the most obedient servant?” Draco snickered. His friends laughed along with him, looking knowingly between Harry and Draco.

“I have a very busy day, Potter, so we better get a move on.” Draco grinned at him. Was Harry imagining it, or did Draco just rake his eyes down his body? He could feel a slight blush dance across his cheeks, and Draco must have noticed because his gaze turned predatory.  

He stood up, and for the briefest second got close into Harry’s space. Harry swallowed, not realizing that Draco was trying to move past him. He quickly moved feeling like an idiot. Draco had a small smile on his lips that Harry followed dumbly out of the great hall.  

“You can start by cleaning my dorm, and then we will move on to you writing my transfiguration essay..”


Every muscle of Harry’s body ached. He couldn’t believe that he had spent his day off cleaning Draco’s already impeccable bedroom, adjusting things to his finicky tastes, and following his tiring demands, all the while, Draco perched delicately on his bed and flicked lazily through a book.  

“Okay that’s it, I’m done Draco. I can’t take anymore of this.” Harry turned and prepared to leave. Draco sat up quickly, and captured Harry’s hand as quickly as he had caught the snitch.  

“Wait, Potter I have… I have one more request.”

Harry turned and sighed exasperatedly. He shifted once he saw how nervous Draco suddenly looked.  

“What is it?” Harry focused in on the way Draco’s eyes flittered away from his own. The way his hand was still gripping Harry’s own, long fingers clinging onto his wrist.

“I want… I want for you to…” He cleared his throat and stood up straight, mustering courage. “I want for you to kiss me, Potter.”

Harry felt his brain go blank. Kiss him? Draco wanted to be kissed? He felt like everything he had known up until this point was blasted into smithereens.  

“Wait… what?” Harry heard an incredulous giggle tumble from his lips, and instantly regretted it when he Saw Draco flinch away.

“My last request… was for you to kiss me. We made a bet Potter. Don’t be a sore loser.” Harry could hear the venom creeping back into his voice, disguising Draco’s embarrassment.  

“I’m just surprised. Don’t you…hate me?” Harry’s voice went quiet. He had barely noticed that he had stepped into Draco’s space.  

“I don’t hate you all that much. I have good days and bad days.” Draco looked up, eyes steely but hesitant. Vulnerable.

Harry laughed again, and Draco turned to move away. Harry was quick to flick his wrist around and grab him, and lean in before he lost his nerve.

Draco stiffened in surprise, as Harry pressed his mouth against his, kissing him boldly. Draco suddenly came to life, twisting his fingers in Harry’s robes and hair, pulling him closer. His mouth was hot and fast, a somehow graceful mess. Draco was quick to use his tongue and teeth, biting Harry’s lip until he moaned. Harry tried to hold onto any part of Draco that he could reach, holding his hips before they could dance away from him again.  

“Holy…Holy shit.” Harry gasped. Draco moved onto his neck, biting hard enough to leave a temporary mark. Harry gasped again, and felt a shiver run through his body as heard Draco suck in a bit of air, and let out a tiny moan, muffled into the side of Harry’s neck.

They stood together, breathing hard. Absentmindedly, Harry ran his hand down Draco’s spine. He was at loss of how to process what happened.

Draco slowly pulled away, regaining his composure before Harry did. Draco fixed up his tie and shirt, and carefully brushed his fringe back into place, making Harry want to mess it up again. He wasn’t entirely sure how he should feel about the situation, but he knew that Draco’s mouth was swollen and red, and knowing it was him that did that, made him feel somewhat proud.  

Draco smirked, pulling on Harry’s collar to hide the marks there.  

“Sorry potter. I have a thing for necks.”

“It’s fine.” Harry blurted. “I like it.”

“I could tell.” Draco said slyly, sitting back down onto his bed. Harry wanted to crawl ontop of him, cage him in and kiss him again and again.

“You’ve got a bit of a wild look in your eye Potter.”

“Well, that’s your fault. You put it there.”

“How poetic” Draco laughed, before his own eyes sparked with a sudden mischief.  

“Hey Potter, what do you say to a little bet?”

Can I just say that I love the way the crying scene in episode 7 was handled? Yuuri is feeling anxious and completely overwhelmed because his A) his final score depends on the program he’s about to perform, which determines whether or not he goes on to compete in Russia. B) His entire family is watching and expecting him to do well, and C) Victor’s career and credibility as a coach is directly tied to how well Yuuri does. Victor remembers feeling anxious as a young skater just starting out, but he’d never dealt with the stakes that Yuuri is dealing with right now. Not only does he not know why Yuuri is so anxious, he himself has no idea how to help, as a coach or just as someone who loves Yuuri.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Lucas and Maya had a baby at 16 & 18 and Maya's late again, causing Lucas to freak out

i loved this so much that i accidently wrote 1.5k words?? i’m not sure if it’s exactly what you were looking for, but it’s something all right. thanks for the prompt!! 

“I’m late,” Maya blurts out as they walk into Abigail Adams High School.

“Late?” Lucas muses. He glances at his watch to check the time, then says, “We’re not late. Actually, we’re early for once. I think this is the first day we’ve gotten Matthew to daycare on time in months. We have plenty of time.”

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Prom? // Cheryl Blossom

Could you do an imagine where Cheryl asks her girlfriend to prom and goes all out and then they are both crowned queen at the dance?

I loved this requested and loved writing it too. It seems you all like it when I write about Cheryl, I must be doing something right. I like seeing the softer side of Cheryl, not saying I don’t love her fire either. Hopefully this is okay! ❤


Prom was the only thing that was pushing me through the whole week. Now, you maybe thinking that it’s not a big deal and I shouldn’t be so excited, but when you have Cheryl as a girlfriend, you have to be.

I’d been waiting for Cheryl to ask me to prom all week. I wanted to do it and plan a big surprise, but, she refused since she wanted to treat me, being her girlfriend, to feel like a princess for one night. The only thing I was drastically waiting for was how she was going to ask me.

I walked further down the hallway to my locker, thinking nothing except how cute Cheryl and I were going to look, before I opened my locker to red rose petals falling out and onto the floor. I looked up to see “Prom?” written on a poster in my locker in gold sparkles. I laughed, seeing a small diamond ring tapped to it. I grabbed the silver, diamond ring and studied it, seeing my auburn hair girlfriend standing next to me, leaning against the locker.

‘What do you say Y/Nkins?’ She asked. I smiled before grabbing her face, kissing her lips with a grin plastered on my face.

'Does that answer your question?’ I asked cheekily, causing her to peck my lips again. 'Thank you for the ring too. You didn’t have to get me anything.’

'Nonsense, babe. I had to get it to match with the dress I’ve bought you. Don’t worry, we’ll match perfectly for the night.’

'Hopefully you’ll win queen like you’ve planned since you knew what a tiara was.’ I chuckled. 'I’ll feel honoured to be escorting a queen.’

'We don’t know that yet Y/N, I mean - I am a shoe in, but, we’ll wait and see.’ She smiled, kissing my cheek. 'But, you’re dress will arrive tomorrow, you’re going to be pampered and made to perfection, even though you already are, I want our night to be perfect.’

'And it will be because I’m going with you.’ I whispered in her ear, wrapping my arm around her waist. The bell echoed throughout the halls, making me groan in disappointment. 'Tomorrow will be perfect, I promise.’


I had to say, my girlfriend had taste. I stared at myself in my full length mirror, the beautiful long, elegant dark red strapless dress with a heart shaped bodice and gold patterns along the bottom. It was definitely Cheryl’s pick, but my type of style. My hair was curled and place onto one side, my lips covered in red lipstick with a smile.

I sighed, hearing a knock on my door before my mother entered, gushing about how beautiful and grown up I looked. 'Cheryl’s down stairs waiting for you sweetheart, you both will look the most beautiful there.’

'Thank you, mum.’ I smiled, kissing her cheek. I walked out of my bedroom, slowly down the stairs to see my beautiful girlfriend, in a similar coloured dress, hugging her in all the right places.

She looked breath taking.

Cheryl gasped as she saw me, watching me take the last step. She walked in front of me, grabbing my hands and staring down at my dress. 'You look gorgeous, Y/Nkins. Really, perfection.’

'I could say the same for you, Cherry.’ I pecked her lips, grinning from ear to ear.

'Let’s go, the limo is waiting for us.’ She smirked, watching my mouth drop open in shock.

'A limo? You really did go all out for me, didn’t you?’ I asked, walking out of my house to see a white limo parked out the front.

'Anything for you.’


Cheryl and I walked in arm and arm, looking at the set up of prom. We’d already gotten photos before we entered so we didn’t worry about it later. The atmosphere was incredible, and I was so excited to finally let my hair down and dance with my friends and girlfriend. I caught sight of the gang and gave them a small wave, noticing everyone’s eyes on us in our matching dresses.

'Well, we conquered people’s attention.’ I sighed, staring at her.

'It’s a good thing, sweetie. It means we look better looking than anyone else here. C'mon, let’s go dance.’ She smiled, pulling me onto the dance floor.

We danced freely without a care in the world, fast song being the only thing we could dance to. The gang soon joined us, dancing together to the Top 40 Hits.

Soon the music was cut, the school principal standing up onstage.

'Everyone, it’s now time to announce this years prom king and queen. Now, can I have the envelopes, please,’ he was handed the envelopes from the vice principal, opening up the first one before reading it out.

'And, you’re prom queen is…Cheryl Blossom!’ People cheered and clapped whilst I hugged my girlfriend, kissing her cheek. I was so happy for her to win something she’d been dreaming of.

But, one thing left me confused, why did they announce the queen first instead of the king? Isn’t how it usually went? I clapped and cheered anyway, so happy to see her on the stage and receiving a crown.

'And now, we have something a little different to award. And, the winner is Y/N Y/L/N who is also queen.’ My eyes widened as everyone cheered, giving me a path to walk up towards the stage tommy girlfriend. She looked so happy, clapping her hands excitedly for me.

I walked up the stage steps, accepting my crown as Cheryl and I stood there, everyone clapping for us. 'I’m sorry I ruined your moment-’

'Are you kidding me? There’s no one else I’d rather share this with.’ Cheryl gushed, taking a hold of my hand, leading me down the stage steps.

We walked into the middle of the dance floor, dancing to the slow song that played for us.

'Cheryl, thank you for making this so special. I never imagined that it could happen, and you made it happen. I love you, and I bet Jason’s god damn proud of you, Cherry.’ I rested my forehead against hers, staring into her eyes.

'Honestly, I don’t need to have a crown to feel like a queen, you’ve already managed to do that.’ Cheryl whispered, pecking my lips.

Some say Cheryl doesn’t have a heart, but when it came to me, I held her heart like it was the most precious thing in existence because it was there. It was only seen however to the people who deserved it.

And I’m glad I was one of them.

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