these pictures always make me laugh

your peraltiago concept of the week #1

everytime jake peralta is taking a selfie with amy santiago, he says something to make her laugh super hard the second before tapping the shutter button. this means that in every single picture he’s ever taken of them, amy ‘s got her mouth wide open, nose scrunched up and eyes almost closed, pure joy written all over her face. 

 he is, of course, always looking very proud of himself.

End of the dream  by Lichon


17.23

I’ve always loved this picture. Makes me laugh. Thinking about jumping into the lake during a forest fire and trying to take a self-portrait. All after my ACL knee surgery. It wasn’t the best idea to take a self-portrait in the water with a recovering knee. Nevertheless, the results are stunning.

i just wish for once, i could be the best at something. the smartest, the prettiest, the best writer, the most talented musician, the nicest, the most forgiving, the one who makes people laugh the loudest. but there’s always going to be someone who’s better than me, and i know there’s always going to be someone worse too, but for some reason, that doesn’t help my self-esteem. it’s a “if you’re not first, you’re last” kind of thing. it’s like i could be so proud of my accomplishments and then somebody does it better and my whole mood is ruined. it’s like i could think i look pretty in a picture and then i see someone else’s selfie and i delete mine. it’s like i’m so tired of feeling inferior, of judging myself off of how many instagram likes i get and how badly people have treated me, but i don’t know how to stop. i’m so tired of being chosen second and thinking “ah ha! i was right! i do suck!” i wish i was the kind of person who knew their worth without someone having to remind them every two seconds. i wish i could fall in love with my imperfections.

So as a teenager, Richie is too thin and lanky to lift Eddie up, but as an adult he does it all the time just to brag that he can now.

One day he’s lifting Eddie and is showing how strong he is and everything, and then he slips up and says “well Eds, you’re pretty light now that you only have 1 arm”

And he freaks out and apologizes but Eddie thinks is SO FUNNY that he laughs until he’s crying

youtube au

  • baz is a beauty guru
  • simon is the cute husband behind the camera
  • baz: *puts on face mask*
  • “do I look sexy now?”
  • we all hear simon laughing in the background
  • he’s in charge of editing too
  • not to mention the countless vlogs every time they go to events
  • “we’re here at hayman island with tarte”
  • “brought my drone with me”
  • takes ootd photos of baz on instagram
  • makes sure the lighting and angle are always on point
  • and husband buys my make up challenge
  • *simon sees promo pictures of baz with benefit*
  • *takes photos with it*
  • “LOOK BABE IT’S YOU”
  • “let’s see how good snow does”
  • and simon knows his shit ok
  • “I literally film you while doing your make up what did you expect”
  • and just
  • everyone loves them ok
  • “and please subscribe to my cha-”
  • *simon sneezing*
  • “whoops”
  • “and this is why people love my blooper reel”
Do Kyungsoo//Denouement

Summary: The world is black and white to everyone. At least, until they reach 18, and realise who their soulmate is or meet them for the first time - and then colour will burst into their life, one shade at a time. You’ve been desperate to graduate high school and move away, but you can’t run from fate. - ft. big brother Yixing 
Scenario: Soulmate!au 
Word Count: 5,977

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It’s been a long time coming but I finally got to commission @projectnelm!

There has also been a lack of pictures of Moro and Solas together so here they are.

Thanks so much again Nelm, you were awesome to work with <3

Also, can we talk about how fucking WHAM you made Moro’s thighs and how happy that makes me XD

Whenever I see your picture or hear people talk about you, my breath always catches in my throat and I’m struck by this painful twinge that twists my sides and brings the stinging of tears to back of my eyes.
It’s the thought of you being happy and living your life… imagining you laughing and joking with other people that hurts… Don’t get me wrong – I still care for you and the thought of you being happy makes me happy… but at the same time it makes me sad. Because… life goes on, or at least it did for you and being confronted with your happiness makes me feel like I made no difference to your life… as if there was never any point in me being in it at all. You were happy before you met me and you’re still the same happy person now even though I’m gone.
I know it’s foolish to wish I had meant more to you… that my absence would change your world or have some sort of lasting impact so I shouldn’t be surprised to learn that the day we said goodbye wasn’t devastating enough to make the world stop turning for you…
Not like it did for me.
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warnings: lowkey sub!seb, oral (f/m recieving), me ruining another weeknd song, a little bit more of shy!seb bc yes that needs to be a warning, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, people!), needy!seb

note: song mentioned is often by the weeknd. you all asked for part two so here it is! hopefully this lives up to expectations! I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO END THIS SO I APOLGIZE FOR THAT

MASTERLIST || SHAMELESS [PT 1]

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  • jungkook would be so adorable in a relationship 
  • he’d spoil you so much
  • acts like he hates when you take his clothes 
  • but would secretly love it when you took his clothes  
  • loves when you play with his hair
  • would sing to you
  • 25/8
  • i feel like he would pick you up and kiss you almost all the time
  • nose kisses
  • kisses and hugs all the time
  • playing overwatch all day
  • he would try to cook for you
  • failing at cooking together
  • watching lots of youtube and netflix
  • going to the studio to watch him dance
  • dancing with him ;)
  • okau I believe kook is a little bit of a switch
  • he’s mainly dom
  • but will be sub if you what him to be
  • will let you ride him all day long
  • hickeys
  • can be very rough 
  • ;) ;)
  • okay, sexy time over
  • laughing at stupid things for hours
  • late night texts and calls when he’s away
  • taking lots of pictures of each other
  • while he is away he will send you selcas
  • he’d take your phone to take silly photos of himself
  • always letting you hear his covers before anyone else
  • when driving he’ll have one hand on the wheel and one on your thigh
  • wanting to do everything with you
  • having cute couple nicknames
  • cheesy but adorable compliments
  • he gets jealous easily
  • you always telling him that he has nothing to jealous about
  • loving your laugh and smile so much
  • rubbing your side while you sleep
  • doing silly poses when you try to take pictures of him or record him
  • loves giving you piggy back rides
  • loves watching you do what makes you happy
  • he’d appreciate you so much
  • always tells you he loves you
  • the boys also love you

Originally posted by bottomkookie


Boyfriend series is over! I’m going to go back and edit them and I don’t know, should I do best friend bts or roommate bts next. Let me know what you think!

ksj | myg | jhs | knj | pjm | kth

-Masterlist

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dating Jeon Jungkook would include

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- You were friends first before it developed into deeper feelings.

- “Who would have thought you and me would end together?”

- “Everyone?”

- “I was talking to Y/N!”

- Likes to hold hands, the kind to interlock fingers.

- He typically plays with your fingers.

-Him staring at you a lot.

-Then him looking away really fast when you turn to look at him.

-“I know you were looking at me, there is no need for you to almost break your neck trying to look away”

-“I was not looking at you”

-“Your eyes were basically burning holes into my face, Jeon”

- Hugs!

- Especially back hugs.

- Likes to put his head on your shoulder or on top of your head when you guys hug.

- Runs his nose against your neck and cheeks when he is feeling exceptionally cuddly.  

- Wouldn’t kiss you in front of his hyungs.

- So much teasing from the guys whenever you are together.

-“ Jungkookie is in l-o-v-e”

-“Hyung!”

- “Don’t you love Y/N?”

- “You don’t love me?”

- “Of course I do!”

-“AW! JUNKOOKIE IS IN LOVE!”

- Going shopping together to get the others opinion.

- Prefers home dates but also likes to take you on small adventures.

- Watching anime together.

- You make him watch dramas with you and he acts like he isn’t interested in them.

- “It’s so late, let’s end it here”

- “But how?! Did you not see how the last episode ended?!”

- “…”

- “Just play the episode”

- You would spend a lot of time watching him play video games, him trying to teach you how to play and playing together.

- He would never let you win just because you are his girlfriend.

- Betting on the games.

“If I win you’ll do the dishes”

“I don’t even live here, Jungkook”

“Oh, I didn’t know I was dating a chicken”

“Ugh, fine!”

- Really likes to kiss you. On your hair, on your forehead, on your neck, on the lips.

- Holds the back of your neck with one hand whenever your kisses deepen.

- He likes to take you to the studio so you can see him dance because of the effect it has on you.

-He smirks when he sees how flustered you get.

- “You’re blushing”

- “Shut up or I won’t come here with you ever again”

- He tries to hug you when he is sweaty and you try to run from him.

- Whispers in your ear to see you shiver/get goosebumps.

- Gets jealous easily.

- And it’s not because of self-doubt or distrust, it’s because he likes to have your attention.

- Takes a lot of pictures of you.

- “Hey, delete that! You didn’t tell me you were going to take a picture!”

- “No, look how pretty it turned out”

- Secretly likes to see you wearing his clothes but acts like he is a bit annoyed whenever you do.

- Gives compliments from time to time.

- “That looks really good on you”

- “You always smell so nice”

- Loves to make you laugh.

- Tries his best to make you smile when you aren’t feeling the greatest.

- Enjoys playing with your hair.

- “Teach me how to make a braid”

- “Again?!”

- Texts all day long.

- Lots of selfies of him doing a funny face.

- He sings a lot.

- Gets very happy when you ask him to sing for you.

- Blasting music together on his speakers.

-“Yah! Y/N, Jungkook, turn it down!”

- “We’re so underappreciated for our music taste!”

- Likes to get praised, so he normally shows you how good he is at everything.

- “Look what I learned to do!”

- He lives to tease you.

- But stares down whoever teases you.

- When he is away, he calls you before he falls asleep to tell you about his day.

- Calls you just to hear your voice.

- “I wish I could see your face right now”

- “You can video call me if you want”

- “It’s not the same”

- Playfully fights you because he is very physical.

- It usually ends with you being pinned down by him while he smiles down at you.

- Piggyback rides and picking you up to show you his strength.

- He has a hard time expressing how he feels with words.

- Takes some time for him to open up to you fully.

- Inside jokes!

- Which entails you looking at each other and bursting out laughing while everyone around you looks at the both of you in question.

- He gives you the cold treatment when something you did bothered him.

- “What’s wrong?”

- “…”

- “Well, if you’re going to be this way, then I’ll leave”

- “No! Don’t leave!”

- “…”

- “I’m sorry I’m not good at speaking”

- “Just don’t shut me out”

- Likes it when you feed him a bit of your food.

- Snacking all the time!

- “Didn’t we have lunch five minutes ago?”

- “More for me then”

-“Hey, I never said I was full”

- You’re his partner in crime to play pranks on the other members.

- After a long, tiring day he likes to lay down with you.

- He doesn’t usually tell you about his hard days but you can still tell because he sighs a lot and doesn’t maintain much eye contact.

- You hold him extra tightly on those days.

- Likes to make romantic gestures.

- “Did you send me flowers?”

- “I may be away but I want to still be able to make you smile”

- Long talks about nonsense.

- “What are you guys doing?”

- “We’re wondering why Goofy can speak but Pluto can’t when they are both dogs”

- “Why do I even bother with the both of you”

- Whenever he knocks on your door he does it on a silly way.

- “Was that the (song name) rhythm?”

- Neither of you say “I love you” often, which makes it much more significant when the other says it.

- “I love you”

- “I was just about to say that”

- “Get real, Jungkook”

- “Really, I swear! …I love you,too”



hoseok
| namjoon | seokjin | jungkook | jimin | taehyung | yoongi

anonymous asked:

Can I ask what your warden/hawke/inquisitor look like in game? <3

I sadly didn’t take any picture of my Warden! But she looked nothing like my drawings. I tend to get a little frustrated with game character creators because I rarely can do everything I want with them

I wanted Elaheh to have a flat nose (because I REALLY love elves’ nose in DA2) and her hair is pretty specifc too (the right side of her head is shaved too). I would have needed to create my own mod so it would fit what I had in mind but I don’t know how to do that so…

As for Hawke, no problem! I went for default male Hawke (I totally fell in love with him the moment I saw DA2 trailer where he fights against the Arishok)

The only issue I had with him was his body but you can only change his face in character creator mode

It made me laugh to make him that way because mages are always pretty thin so there were a lot of jokes about him not looking like one. AT ALL. He was always mistook for a warrior or nobody would realize he was Garrett Hawke because they only heard about him and MAGES AREN’T BUILD LIKE BRICK SHITHOUSES?

So yeah my Hawke is default male Hawke + fat + muscle + some more inches (I’m talking about his height here)

As for my Inquisitor, ALLELUJAH! I have a LOT of pictures of her because she was super cute and lovely to look at!

I don’t have much to say about Oshalia since I’m satisfied with the result. Cheers, girl!

Amis and co. as things customers at my (fast food) job have done

Bahorel: tipped me 10$ on a 9$ meal because I made “the best fucking fries in history”

Joly: ordered our largest size (which is enough food for two-three people) with extra gravy but then added peas on top because “I’m trying to eat healthy”

Feuilly: ordered, paid, and then just. Fell asleep. Right there at the till.

Enjolras: got legitimately angry when our card machine didn’t have a tip option and got even angrier when I said I was working through New Year’s eve until 5 am. Offered to call head office and complain about it.

Cosette: also on New Year’s eve, gave all of the staff chocolate bars and thanked us for working so hard and so late

Montparnasse: came in to the shop twice a week in the summer while we had a limited time meal called the Mac Daddy and only ever ordered that. Never came in again after we got rid of it.

Combeferre: lives in the flat above the shop, comes in every week with a ceramic bowl and asks me to make his meal in it (instead of our paper boxes) to reduce waste

Jehan: reads, considers, and takes a picture of every single quote I write on the blackboard. Always asks for extra pickles.

Gavroche: had an actual laughing fit when I squeezed the cheese sauce bottle and it made farting noises 

Courfeyrac: came in around 3 am on the weekend before Halloween dressed as David Bowie. Picked up a feather boa a customer had left behind, put it on and kept it

Éponine: started yelling at some idiot who was catcalling another customer. It got so heated they had to take it outside 

Musichetta: nice regular who just comes in to write Instagram handles on the board, chats with us for a few minutes and leaves

Marius: apologized like five times even though I was the one who messed up the order. Tried to pay with Euros (in Canada)??

Bossuet: came in slightly drunk at 2 am on a snowy day so the shop floor was wet, fell down literally more than ten times even after I mopped

Grantaire: stared at the menu of poutines for 10 minutes, gave up and asked me “which one’s the most dank”

anonymous asked:

I've been here for quite a while and it's no doubt ur a great writer I love ya work a lot❤️ Can I request a BTS reaction to them finding your tumblr account one day and realizing it's full of smut, reblogs, memes, etc.

My best guy friend asked me for my tumblr url since his girlfriend is always on here. haha. no. 

also turning this into them finding the smut you read on your tumblr, you know in celebration of smut saturday


Jin:

He’d find it flattering, maybe even a little weird at first. When he’d see the memes he’d laugh and when he’d see all the pictures of himself that you’ve liked or reblogged his head would get big. But when he sat the smut you liked popped up he’d read it slack jawed. “Wow Jagi, I didnt know you thought I was THIS handsome. If you wanted to have sex you could have just told me” He’d say making you panic and blush that he’d seen your privet space. 

Yoongi:

Y/n get out here RIGHT NOW!’ He’d call, smiling wildly as his eyes wondered over your computer screen. The moment he knew you were in normal talking distance he’d start to read out one of the Smuts you had reblogged causing you to race forward and slam the computer shut. ‘You sleep next to me every night, why are you reading this crap!’ He’d say, still laughing. ‘Leave me alone, I miss you sometimes and they aren’t crap.’ You’d say folding your arms. He’d playfully pinch your hips and bring you closer. ‘Lets make one of these come to life how about that?’

Namjoon:

Seeing your collection of smut you be like finding your porn stash. He’d read a bit of the things you like, smiling to himself when ever a he saw something that remind of him of something you had started to do, he’d also take notes about the things you seemed to like just by your readings. He wouldn’t bring it up till the two of were a few glasses of wine deep after dinner where he’d simply say ‘So I borrowed your computer today.’ And you’d know EXACTLY what he was talking about. 

Hoseok:

The moment he saw what it was you were reading in your free time he’d begin to scream, falling to the floor for dramatic effect, until you ran into the room and frantically started asking him if he hurt himself. He’d just point to your screen and start laughing when you rocked back and covered your eyes with your hands. He’d start teasing you then. ‘you really loooove me, you want my booooodyy, you want to kisses meeeeeee.’ 

Jimin:

Reading it himself would turn him on and he’d smile to himself when ever he got to replace ‘y/n’ with yours. He’d keep reading until you got home, now not knowing what to do with himself if he were to stop. When you got home you wouldn’t even have a chance to put your things down before he was pressing his body to yours. He wouldn’t care, he’d do you right there on the couch. When you were finished and your naked body was resting on top of his you’d turn your head, only to see the smut that he had obviously been reading. ‘Jimin, did you read smut about yourself?’ 

Taehyung:

He’d shut your computer screen as fast as he could as soon as he realized what it was he was reading. When you scolded him for being so rough with your computer, opening the top to make sure he hadn’t cracked it you’d freeze. ‘Um…’ You’d say closing your computer softer now. You two would sit there for a minute before Tae tried to stifle a giggle, which would act like a domino effect, the two of you now laughing loudly.

Jungkook:

He’d continue to scroll, a wide smile on his face that he wouldn’t try to hide when you walked into the room. When you asked him what was so funny he wouldn’t even answer, just continue to scroll till you showed up next to him. Even after you had shrieked, snatched the device from his hands and turned in away in embarrassment he’d still be starting at you with the same goofy grin. ‘I swear to god, stop looking at me like that.’ You’d say pointing a finger at him. He’d just respond by yanking the hand outstretched to him. ‘You’re alot dirtier than I thought you were.’

Interview: Abby Ramsay

Today we’re joined by Abby Ramsay. Abby is a phenomenal model and actress in LA. She uses her art to raise awareness of issues close to her heart. Her Instagram has recently blown up a bit after she gave an interview about social media. Abby is a fellow ace feminist, which is always awesome to see. She’s incredibly passionate, as you’ll soon read. My thanks to her for taking the time to participate in this interview.

WORK

Please, tell us about your art.

Well, I am an actress and model out in LA. I show off my work mostly through Instagram. Just creating these images and stories, whether they be moving or still, really gives me this outlet to express my thoughts, feelings, and ideals that I can’t always put into words.  

I like to use my art to bring attention to topics like asexuality, body positivity, feminism, and mental illness as those are all things that are close to me.

I also like combining them. Everything I do is done with the mindset of “just because I am asexual does not mean I am not sexy or desirable.” but also “Just because I am viewed as sexy or desirable does not mean I can’t be asexual.”

What inspires you?

Just the idea that I can use what I love to help people. The industry that I am in has the potential to have your voice be heard by many people all over the world. If I have the opportunity to use my platform to change it for the better then I want to do it.

What got you interested in your field?  Have you always wanted to be an artist?

I have been acting since I was about 5 years old. Granted at the time the only reason I was in these musicals was because I was a really good singer at a young age, but they fed my love of storytelling. I would create plays at home and act them out for my parents, and it really blossomed into a passion by middle school. I fought long and hard with my parents (especially my mom) to let me try to get an agent, and they eventually gave in. I was a freshman in High School (2012 I believe) when I was signed with a small agency, and they sent me on my first few jobs. I was in love!

The agency also dealt with modeling, so the first photoshoot I ever did was with them. I was really shy in front of the camera at first. I had dealt with a lot of body positivity issues in the past, but the longer I was in front of the camera the more I enjoyed it. I actually felt really comfortable with myself.

Do you have any kind of special or unique signature, symbol, or feature you include in your work that you’d be willing to reveal?

Hmmmm. I guess I like to keep things natural. I have never been an over the top character actor (I mean it’s fun, but I have my preferences) so I usually try to take scenes to a more organic place. I do the same thing with my modeling. I always try to get a few pictures that represent me. There’s this idea that when you are modeling you can never smile and you always have to be sultry, but when I am working and talking to the photographer I like to smile and laugh and just be myself. Those end up being some of the best pictures.

I also do this hand on head leaning back pose a LOT. My friends give me a hard time about it haha. But it’s like my signature pose now I guess.

What advice would you give young aspiring artists?

It is not going to be easy, but with hard work, dedication, and a little bit of luck you can make your art your life.

ASEXUALITY

Where on the spectrum do you identify?

I usually just say I am asexual, but for me that means that I don’t find people sexually attractive, and I am just not interested in sex. I’m not sex repulsed and I am aesthetically and romantically attracted to people, but I would much rather kiss and cuddle than have sex.

Have you encountered any kind of ace prejudice or ignorance in your field?  If so, how do you handle it?

There have been a couple instances. When you have your work online, you usually get some not so pleasant remarks from people. You get people who want to “fix you” you which is the one that bothers me the most.

But even outside the internet, I have had some encounters that have been less than ideal. I had a teacher at my college basically say that I was too pretty to be asexual and that it would be a waste. I know she didn’t mean it the way it came out, but it’s one of the reasons we need more visibility.

I also had a fellow acting student come to the conclusion that she did not like me because she thought asexuality was stupid. I never quite understood the logic behind that.

And it’s also hard, especially in acting, because Hollywood is so sexed up that there is just this assumption that every character interaction is because they want to bone.

What’s the most common misconception about asexuality that you’ve encountered?

OK, the idea that “you just haven’t found the right person yet” or “you won’t know unless you try” pisses me off. I have gotten both and my general response to that is “you could give me a cheap piece of raw fish or a $200 piece of raw fish, it doesn’t chance that fact that I don’t like raw fish.” and “I have never been shot before, but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t enjoy that either.”

There is also the idea that if you have a mental illness or if you have been in an abusive relationship or raped that your asexuality is just a byproduct. You know, whether it is or isn’t that shouldn’t make their identity any less legitimate.

What advice would you give to any asexual individuals out there who might be struggling with their orientation?

You are not broken. I promise you. Your feelings are completely normal. You are a valid part of the LGBTQIA community, and though we may be a smaller group, we are full of love, no matter where we fall on the spectrum. Just be yourself.

Finally, where can people find out more about your work?

My Instagram is abbysworldsastage.

Thank you, Abby, for participating in this interview and this project. It’s very much appreciated.

got7 as best friends

Mark ; the chill best friend

  • always has your back
  • enjoys listening to you talk about your day or vent about your problems, he just loves being there for you
  • would also be super silly with you though, he’d show you this side to him often
  • always buying you food
  • would be the cutest by always complimenting you and reassuring you whenever you’re stressed
  • demands that you tell him whenever you have a crush on someone so he can see if they’re worthy of you
  • is always hyping you up

Jaebum ; the protective best friend

  • teases you so much, not a day goes by without him teasing you
  • yet he’s super protective and spoils you so much
  • will deadass fight anyone who messes with you without any hesitation
  • “You’re so annoying [Y/N].” “Kiss my ass.”
  • gets really shook whenever you talk back to him or show him sass
  • you two always make faces at each other
  • he always jokes around about how he doesn’t really like you 

Jackson ; the ultimate best friend

  • always reminds anyone in his and your life that he’s your best friend and that you’re his
  • makes super cheesy posts about why he loves you and how he’s so grateful to be your friend
  • is super clingy, always showing his love with hugs
  • you two are those super loud besties that annoy pretty much everyone
  • “Yeah, [Y/N] is MY best friend and I’m THEIR best friend.”
  • texts you every single day
  • buys you a bunch of gifts like matching necklaces, bracelets, clothes, pretty much anything that can show the world that you’re his bestie

Jinyoung ; the wise best friend

  • is always right, you can never win a fight
  • is super petty and sassy with you
  • but boy is he the biggest sweetheart with you though
  • loves looking after you (even if he never admits it) and is there for you no matter what
  • constantly gives you advice and is always there when you’re in need of someone to talk to
  • “No, but for real… I do love you. You mean a lot to me.”
  • you two always hit each other, it’s how you show your love for one another

Youngjae ; the cutie best friend

  • you two go on lots of platonic dates
  • never fails to make you smile with his smile
  • sends you dozens and dozens of photos and videos of coco everyday
  • you take so many pictures of him and he’s always more than happy to pose for them
  • playful teasing with one another is a common ritual 
  • sends you good morning and goodnight texts
  • you two are always smiling and laughing whenever with each other

BamBam ; the best best friend

  • pretty much texts you 24/7
  • always takes pictures of you and always asks you to take pictures of him
  • threatens to beat up guys who have crushes on you but actually teases the hell out of you whenever you’re with another guy
  • you two have photos of each other where you look super ugly or just hilarious and use them as reaction photos
  • “Do you think dogs can understand us? Like really understand?” “GO TO SLEEP BAMBAM.”
  • pretty much lives at your place, he’s always there
  • lots of long deep talks about life

Yugyeom ; the easygoing best friend

  • you two always bribe each other 
  • “What if I buy you a choco shake?” “Dammit, okay I’ll do it.”
  • asks you to record and critique his dancing videos
  • compliments you almost everyday
  • lets you wear his hoodies if you buy him food
  • you two have a habit of smacking, or kicking, each others butts
  • takes you out to eat quite often
Bat Aunt: Part 8

Prompt: How Bruce Wayne’s life changes when a little sister is thrown into the mix

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7


“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you right, can you repeat that?”

    “I adopted another child.”

    You close your eyes, brace yourself for the incoming headache, and let out a sigh, “That’s what I thought you said.” You plop down into your office chair. “I knew I shouldn’t have left you alone with Alfred. He’s always had a hard time saying no to you.”

    You watch as Bruce rolls his eyes, “He’s a kid, not a puppy. He was lifting the tires off the Batmobile. He’s entirely too thin, and he’s living on the street.”

    “How are he and Richard getting along?”

    Bruce smiles, “You know Dick. He’s always been great with kids. And now that he’s splitting his time between Gotham and the Titans… well, it just makes sense.”

    You log onto your computer, “Yeah. I saw the pictures of his new suit. Were the finger stripes his idea, or yours?”

    Bruce lets out a laugh, “Dick was born to be in the center ring.”

    “What’s his name?”

    “Jason. And I’m sure he would love to meet his wonderful Aunt Y/N.”

    You smile, “Well, of course he would. I’m amazing. Now tell me, do you plan on having him take the Robin mantle?”

    Bruce finally takes a seat, “He has what it takes, but I’m being cautious. The more training the better I think.”

    You smile, “I can’t help but agree. I’ll stay at the Manor while I’m in town, and get to know my new nephew.”

    Bruce leans back, “Does that mean, you might just knock off early?”

    You lean forward, “What are you up to, Bruce Wayne?”

    Your brother gives you an easy smile, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

    You roll your eyes, “You’ve been talking to Barry again, haven’t you?”

    Bruce doesn’t even bother pretending, “He says you’ve been pulling a lot of late nights.”

    “No more than usual.”    

    He groans, “Wasn’t the entire idea behind you moving to Central City and moving in with Barry, actually living with him? Having a life outside of work?”

    You shrug, and a moment of silence lapses between the two of you, “What’s going on, kid? Barry says you’ve been really distant lately. You’re pulling away from him, you barely return my calls, Dick says you’re answering emails with only one or two words, and you’re refusing Alfred’s face time.”

    You run your tongue over your teeth, “Bruce, I have a lot to do. I’ll try and stop by tonight.”

    Your brother scowls, “So, you’re going from staying at the Manor, to trying to stop by.” You don’t say anything, and he sighs, “Fine. I’ll talk to you later. If you pick up.” You wince as he walks out. You scrub your hands over your face before turning around to look at Gotham’s skyline.

    You’d been living in Central City for two years now. You’d been happier than you’d ever been before. But slowly, you’d found yourself homesick. You missed the manor and your family, and any reminder of them made you resent Barry just a tad. You knew he couldn’t leave Central City… but you missed your home.

    You get lost in the sight of your home. You watch as the daylight fades and the buildings slowly light up. You listen to the police sirens, and the faint sound of live music coming from the bars. Finally, the need to be on the streets overtakes you. You grab your coat and make your way out of the office.

    You find yourself sitting on a park bench. You watch the people walk by. You can’t help but smile. You feel at peace for the first time in months. Knowing what you have to do, you begin your walk back to the office. You’re passing an alley when you hear it. The grunts and groans of someone being beat up.

    It’s the flash of red that catches your eye. You turn and watch as the young boy searches through the pockets of the unconscious man on the street. You smile as you walk further down the alley, the click of your heels drawing his attention. “Now, I know my brother wouldn’t approve of this.”

    The boys scowls at you, “And your brother would be?”

    “Your mentor. Jason Todd, right?”

    His eyes go huge, and you motion with your head for him to follow you. He drops the wad of cash on top of the man’s chest before following you. You dig out a spare pair of clothes from the back of your car. One of Dick’s old outfits. He changes in the car while you wait outside.

    When he knocks twice on the window, you slip into the driver’s seat. He says nothing as you drive to your destination. You smile as you pull to a stop, and he follows you in. It’s been months since you’ve been in, but you’re greeted like it’s only been a day. You go to your usual booth, and Jason slides in across from you.

    You catch him staring at you, “If you have a question, I recommend asking it.”

    “Why didn’t you take me home?”

    “Because, I’m the cool aunt. That means bailing you out of bad situations and not telling my brother when you’re doing something stupid. That being said, you sneak out again, I’ll make sure you never make it into those tights again.”

    He scowls, “I’ve been training for two months. I’m ready.”

    You smile, “You’re over eager.”

    “Let me guess, Dick wasn’t?”

    You raise an eyebrow, “Dick had eight years of circus training to propel him forward. From the looks of it, you’re a small time thief.”

    He scowls, “This is part of being the cool aunt?”

    “This is me making sure my brother actually lets you out on the streets some day. He finds out about that stunt and you won’t even be allowed in the cave.” Silence lapses between you. You chat with Diane when she takes your orders.

When she’s gone, Jason asks, “Has he always been such a stick in the mud? Bruce, I mean.”

You stare at the boy, “He’s better now than when he was a kid. He kept himself very isolated after our parents died.”

“He was there, when they were killed?”

You nod, and he leans back in his seat. “He’s not all that bad. I mean he teaches me

some pretty cool things, and my new school is pretty cool.”

You smile, “You like school?”

He nods, “They offer a bunch of literature classes. It’s awesome.” And just like that you

watch the icy exterior melt away. Jason entertains you with stories from school. You don’t realize how late it is until Lew gives the signal to start cleaning up.

You drive Jason home, and give him your cell phone number. “Call me anytime you need it.”

He smiles, tosses out a “Thanks for the food, Aunt Y/N.” And runs inside. You pull away from your family home with ease. It takes a bit of time to get to the airport, and you’re on the next flight out.

You land in Central City at three a.m. and you nearly fall asleep on the ride home. Bone tired you open the door to the apartment and you freeze. You walk further in, to find a red blur zipping around the apartment.

It stops at the sight of you. Barry’s voice is soft, “Hey.”

You smile, “Hey.”

A moment of silence ticked by before Barry starts talking, “You’re homesick. I should have realized it sooner. It really was stupid of me. I mean your entire family is in Gotham, your company’s headquarters are there. You’re done setting up the satellite office here, you’ve been done for months, and to be honest I should have seen it earlier. You need a challenge, and Gotham provides that both professionally, and superhero wise. So I put in my notice at work, and Gotham PD has already taken me on. They were kind of desperate actually. And you own the apartment building, so we don’t have to worry about breaking the lease. I figure we could live at the manor for a few months, and we could get our own place close by, or maybe our own wing if you want to stay there. Wow that sounds weird … and I’m babbling. But Y/N I love you something fierce and I don’t want to lose you …”

By the time he’s done talking, he’s actually out of breath. You take the three steps needed to reach him, before throwing your arms around his neck, and kissing him. When you pull back you say, “This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, but I don’t want you to give up everything for me.”

His voice is soft, “I’m not giving anything up. I don’t have much left here. Iris is married, and pregnant. Joe is getting ready to retire, Wally can more than handle the City, and to be completely honest I’d follow you to the ends of the Earth, because Y/N you’re my home.”

You kiss him again, long and slow, before pulling back and asking the question you’d intended all along, “Barry Allen, will you marry me?”

When I Met A Girl

***I wrote this for my English assignment and yeah… Enjoy****

When I was seven I met a girl who made me giggle. My first
day at school and she walked up to me, her hands filled with sand, “Here, have
this, you’re my new friend.” I took it gratefully, stunned by this tiny girl
with glasses too big for her face. I carried it around with me until I was told
off; sand wasn’t allowed in the classrooms. We’d sit together and laugh and cut
out tiny pictures of animals we would tape to our tables. She’d tell me stories
of older siblings and slide her glasses up her nose right before they’d fall off
her face. I’d sit there and eat my lunch, chiming in every now and again to
tell her about my funny memories, which always resulted in her laughing so much
she began to snort.  But summer was the
best, because the sun seemed to focus on her, making her blonde hair light up
and set her apart from our other classmates, always making me smile. She’d buy
red icy-poles from the canteen and would later hold my hand with her sticky
sugar coated ones during play time. It seemed as if nothing could compare to
her gapped tooth smile and messy hair.   I remember thinking of our days as being the
best thing in the universe, having endless fun and never growing tired of silly
jokes or colouring in.

When I was ten I met a girl who made me smile. We’d sit in
her room with Avril Lavigne playing on her TV and her parents arguing from the
kitchen. I’d bring over my mum’s lipsticks and eye shadows and we’d give each
other colourful makeovers to help pass the time. She’d welcome me into her pink
room and her freckled cheeks would glow underneath our messily made blanket fort,
then we’d sing along to the music, our hands together as we danced across the
room. She embodied happiness and wore yellow flowers behind her ears, sometimes
woven into her two long braids. I remember movie nights with her feeling like
they could last forever, the morning never seeming to come as we lay in bed and
laughed at our own jokes, staying up past midnight and sneaking into the
kitchen to steal ice cream and cookies for snacks. These nights were magical
and held a kind of sacredness, nothing bad could enter our forts, nor could
parents or siblings. She gave me confidence, energy and ice cream.

When I was thirteen I met a girl who made me laugh. This
girl was fearless, she approached me with certainty and demanded that I be her
friend. She’d text me at four in the morning and we’d talk for hours on end.
This girl was my best friend, this girl was beautiful and she knew it.  She’d take me by my hand and we’d run home
from school, collapsing on her bed, laughing, as we shook off our school bags.
She’d sit me down and open up to me about the things that erased the confidence
from her eyes, she told me about her mum and car crashes and things that made
her cry. I’d hug her and tell her it would be okay, because I felt as though I
needed to protect this girl, and I wanted to make her feel secure. We would
climb trees on her uncle’s farm and she would laugh when she had to help me up
to the highest branch, before kissing me and smiling the biggest smile I had
ever seen. I’d laugh nervously, my brain buzzing and my cheeks flushed, then
she’d kiss me again and we would just sit there, staring at the sunset. “Don’t
tell my dad.” She’d always say as we climbed down. For the longest time I
didn’t know if she meant don’t tell him that we’d climbed the tree or that we’d
kissed, I figured it out the next summer when her uncle came down to the back of
the farm to call us up for lunch and found us kissing. I was sent home and when
school started she wasn’t there. My teachers told me she was sent away to live
with her aunt in New South Wales.

When I was sixteen I met a girl who made me cry. This girl
was filled with shards of glass and storms. She was a hurricane that would
bring me along and then drop me to the ground when she was done. This girl
wasn’t kind or good for me, but she was captivating, she made me feel special
and loved and important. She’d pick me up in her old, beaten car and pause to
tie her long golden hair out of her face as she told me of the night’s plans.
When I was with her there were colours, there were lights and there were fields
of experiences and firsts and the little things that mattered. She’d put her
arm around me and promise me that tonight was going to be the best night ever, and
then we’d dance for hours on end, to music neither of us had ever heard. Whenever
we went out she’d be surrounded with crowds of older boys and pretty girls, but
she always managed to look down at me with her big green eyes that told me none
of them mattered, that nothing else mattered, because we were together and the
night was young and we had a car that could take us anywhere. But this girl was
poisonous. When we were alone she’d yell and scream and push me around. She’d
fill my ears with stinging words and leave me crying on her door step at the
end of each night when she was done with me. And for whatever reason, the next
day I’d come back, and we’d go out, and she’d love me, until we went back to
her house and she’d blame me for the car breaking down, or my parents finding
out we were drinking, or for her forgetting her keys. She’d blame me and I’d be
sent away shaken and scared, but I still came back.

When I was nineteen I met a girl who made me dance. I
complimented her on the scarf she wore to class every day, she had smiled and
whispered, “My dad bought it for me from Spain,” then she looked at me properly
and leaned in closer, “You have very pretty eyes.” I blushed and thanked her,
she smirked and resumed paying attention to the lecture. This girl was amazing;
she was charismatic and could charm anyone. She knew every student and every professor.
She was smart, creative and emotional in all the right ways. She was all things
bright and all things extroverted.  This
girl was warm and this girl was lovely. She wore flowing dresses and took me to
sophisticated parties where we would stand in the corner and laugh at every one’s
ridiculous outfits, we’d get tipsy on champagne and spend the rest of the
evening in dingy cafes in the city that smelt like old smoke and pancakes. My
year with her was the best year of my life. Her dad would buy plane tickets to
fly us out to Spain to stay with him. We’d spend hundreds of dollars on
expensive Spanish food and waste hours watching street performers, dancing, and
just being in each other’s arms. She was the first girl I had fallen in love with,
and every moment with her was special, was magical, and was perfect. The night
before she left to move to Spain permanently we laid together in her bed and
cried. Eventually we stopped and I laid beside her, playing with her long red
hair as she rested her head against my shoulder, “This won’t be the end, long
distance works for a lot of people,” we’d tell each other. When she left, we
lasted for two months before we mutually agreed it wasn’t working, it took me five
months to properly recover. She was my first love.

When I was twenty-three I met a girl who made me jealous.
This girl could never love me back, this girl was the one that got away. I fell
for her despite myself. I really couldn’t help it, everything about her made me
smile; the way she covered her mouth when she laughed, how she did her makeup,
the way she cut her hair, the skirts she wore that would billow around her
every time she spun around, which was often. This girl was kind to me and took
care of me, she was my friend and was there for me when I needed her. We moved
in together and it felt like torture, I wanted so much more than what we had,
but I couldn’t have it, so I had to remain content with our current friendship,
with inside jokes and crying on each other’s shoulders. For then, it was
enough, but I couldn’t help pining. She eventually met a man, and for months I
was taken over with jealousy, why did he achieve what I could not? Soon she
moved out and moved in with him, they became engaged and I was forced to let go
of my feelings. Yet we still remain friends, and we have dinners together and
laugh about my younger self and her love stricken feelings.

When I was twenty-seven I met a girl that made me sparkle.
This girl, she was The One. She’s the girl that made time stop, that froze
everything around us every time we kissed. The girl that made my stomach fill
with butterflies and my head fill with romances. This girl was every definition
of perfect. I could stare for hours and hours and hours at this girl and her
beautiful blue eyes, at her constellations of freckles that littered her back,
I could stare and he stained lips and her short wavy hair, I could stare at
this girls tanned legs and I could listen to her angelic voice until the day I
die. I fell in love with all these, all of the beautiful perfect pieces of her.
I fell in love with her flaws also; the stretch marks pulled across her hips,
the small mole on her jaw, the scar in between her eyebrows from when she was a
child, the regretted star tattoo on her finger. Everything about her enraptured
me, she was perfect to me, and I too her. She’d surprise me in the mornings
with sweet coffee and a sweeter smile. This girl would take me on adventures I
will never forget.  She made me feel like
a million stars, she made me sparkle, she helped me love everything, she helped
me follow my passions and to realise what love felt like. This girl was lovely.