this line always cheers me up

Going to High School with Ethan and Grayson would include

A/N (This is more like dating them in highschool but whatever lol)

Ethan

✰ Ethan being the “Savage Student” with a dash of “Best Friend”

✰ I feel like he’d occasionally prank the teacher just for shits and giggles

✰ Him always being late to classes due to football practices

✰Him tripping his way into classes

✰Racing each other during track

✰1 on 1 basketball tournaments between the both of you during gym

✰ Sharing his headphones with you on the bus

✰ Accidentally giving you the wrong earbud

✰ Always sitting next to each other at lunch

✰ Which also seems to always cause mini food fights between the both of you

✰ Always talking to each other during class

✰ Which returns in the both of you most likely getting separated daily

✰ Yelling each others names throughout the hallway

✰Sneaking out of classes to watch netflix behind the bleachers

✰Watching him and Grayson during football practice

✰ Always taking the bus together, or carpooling together

✰Also bopping on the ride to school

✰ Him defending you, from any type of bully

✰ But also teasing you relentlessly throughout the school day

✰ Almost causing an explosion in chemistry

✰ Teachers absolutely hating the both of you, when your forces combined

✰ Always being hyper around each other

✰  Drawing messy sketches of each other during art class

✰  Doing homework together and procrastinating the entire time

✰ But somehow always getting a good grade on your projects together

✰ Holding his hand while you pranced throughout the hallway

✰ Napping in class 

✰ Him always attempting to tutor you if you were struggling in classes

✰ But always somehow, forgetting it was a tutoring session and just makeout with each other the entire time

✰ Sneaking into the library to listen to music together

✰ Just completely enjoying yourselves, as long as you had each other it was all fun and games.



Grayson

✰ I feel like he’d be a fair mix between the “Class Clown” and “Day Dreamer” student

✰ Him giving you piggyback rides during gym

✰ Him getting yelled at for giving you a piggyback

✰ Writing cheesy songs for each other during music

✰ Him trying to seduce you with his “mad” cooking skills in culinary

✰ You, always helping him with English if he needed it

✰ Always teasing Ethan whenever you passed him in the hallways

✰ Ethan always whistling at the both of you as you walked the halls

✰ He’d walk you to every class you had, even if it wasn’t his class

✰ Always sitting in between his legs, while you were on the field

✰ Him constantly giving you cheesy pick up lines to cheer you up in the morning 

✰Are you my Appendix? Because I have a funny feeling in my stomach that makes me feel like I should take you out.

✰  Leaving little notes in your locker

✰ Every class you’d have together he would just stare at you

✰  And when you were away, he’d spend his classes thinking about what the both of you would do after school

✰ He’d always play with your hair, if you were leaning on his shoulder

✰ Always cheering him on during football games/ practices

✰ Always being lab partners

✰ Trying to beat each other during competitive activities like volleyball, dodgeball. basically any ball sport you’d attempt to destroy him

✰ Him serenading you with his piano skills during music class

✰ Making every student surrounding the both of you cringe, with your adorableness 

✰ He’d always give you his extra cookie, or juice at lunch

✰And let you cut him in the lunch line

✰ Always doing homework together

✰ Him going to any sport, or band meets you had

✰ Doing drama together, and ending up as the leads

✰ Matching outfits

✰ Wearing his jacket all of the time

✰Him tying your shoes for you if he saw they were untied

✰ Actually being the cutest couple to walk the halls

This week I had a lovely conversation with an older dyke who reminded me how much a lot of people have always hated TERFs and SWERFs. 

She was talking about the time in the 1970s and 1980s when she was a young radical dyke and how many of the awesome dykes in the radical scene were trans women. So I asked her if there was ever any problem with TERFs and SWERFs. She didn’t know those words so I described them. Her reply was (paraphrasing a longer conversation):

“Oh, you mean the political lesbians? That’s what we called them at the time, no one really considered them radical. They hated everyone. They hated bisexual women who dated men. They hated us leather dykes and kinky dykes because they thought we were ‘copying the patriarchy’, they hated trans women. None of us in the radical scene liked them. A lot of them later left and admitted that they were straight but were presured to identify as lesbians in that group because being a feminist to them meant cutting all ties with men. They were like a cult. They often lived together and if you didn’t walk the political line you were dead to them. Intense stuff. ”

And like, I know her memories don’t have global relevance and there have also been places where TERFs had a much more prominent impact on the local radical women’s community, but still, to hear how despised these TERFs have always been by these truly radical dykes cheered me up a lot. 

Last night someone gave Billie Joe Armstrong a big Bi flag to wear onstage.

It looked like the exact same flag I have hanging in my room. He wrapped it around his shoulders, sang a line or two, and then handed it back into the crowd.
Now, at first, I thought it was just a rainbow pride flag. I had seen a few pictures online of Billie wearing those at concerts and I was like “Fuck yeah!!!”
But then he turned just a little and I saw, no, that’s not a rainbow flag…that’s the pink, purple, blue of the Bi flag. The colors of the flag hanging in my room.
And my throat closed up. And my eyes welled up. And y'all, I swear I screamed the loudest scream ever in that moment.
That was me. That was my flag, on stage, in front of thousands of people. With people just like me screaming with just as much joy to see a Bi man on stage wearing a Bi flag.

I didn’t expect to be so emotional but I was. It wasnt a long moment in time. Barely a line or two. But I’ll always remember that moment where Billie wore a Bi flag in the middle of a concert and thousands of people cheered.

Con (Jack x FemReader) Fluff

Originally posted by septicsam222

(( gif not mine - cute af tho ))

(A/n): This silly child apologized for their request being so detailed. Don’t. The more detailed, the better for me honestly.

Request:  Can I have some more Jack x German!Youtuber!Reader? Like, they’re doing a panel together with Mark and Pewds and a fan starts calling Reader “Nazi Bitch” and “Kraut” (because people can’t seem to let go of the Germans = Nazis stereotype) and worse and finally Jack’s patience is at its end and Mark and Pewds have to hold him back from jumping off stage and defending Reader’s honour with his fists? Thanks in advance! (Sorry if this is too detailed)

Warnings: Swearing boisss

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“I would definitely say it was worth it over all. I mean, it’s Felix; he is always worth it.”

The panel audience erupted into cheers and common laughs. (Y/n) stood above them on the stage and giggled to herself with Felix beside her; beaming brightly.

He swayed the crowd with a silly hair flip.

“All questions from this second forth shall be for only me.”

“Um, next question?” (Y/n) asked, almost unsure. She turned to the left side of the crowd, and pointed to the first person in the left line up. They smiled back at her.

“Thank you, my name is Kate,”

Everyone up on stage stopped to welcome the fan.

“and my question is for (Y/n)…?”

“wRONG.” Felix called. The blond stamped his foot and spun around irritably, arousing another string of amused calls from the audience.

“How would you describe the experience of dating Sean?” the fan continued.

(Y/n) smiled and pulled open her mouth to reply but instead of her voice filling the air, it was Felix who answered.

“Absolutely, one hundred percent, awful.” he said “I honest to god hate every minute I have to be around his stupid ass.”

Once more, most everyone laughed and (Y/n) nodded vigorously to confirm his statement.

Jack sat beside Mark, began to weep in a plastic fashion; Mark consoled him.

“It’s alright Jack,” he lulled “finally now septiplier can be real…” the brunette’s tone was menacing, leaning closer to the Irish man.

“God all mighty!” Jack screeched. He sprung himself away from Mark and chuckled “Please no.”

Relatively, their panel went swimmingly.

A few serious questions, many jokes and plenty of laughs.

Closing in on the end of the show, the group was narrowing down to their last few questions.

“Do you often visit your family in Germany?” one fan asked.

“I do!” (Y/n) answered joyfully “I’d say twice a year maybe.”

“Yeah, and it’s awful,” Jack grumbled from behind her “I don’t understand why you have to leave for so long, everytime…”

That made the crowd ‘awe’ in delight.

“Oh, does Sean get lonely?” (Y/n) cooed.

There was a voice in the audience that stood out, saying that they didn’t know that (Y/n) was from Germany. It made her giggle.

“Yep, I am.” She commented, poking at Sean’s cheeks.

The audience cheered. Though, when the noise was dying down, there was another voice. This one wasn’t very nice.

“Nazi bitch…”

Barely audible, the words still hung sour in the auditorium.

It made Mark and Pewdie look away, disappointed. But it made Jack perk up and look out over the sea of people.

“What was that?” he taunted.

Sean’s voice was crisp and raw. His eyes pierced and raked over the groups of fans in front of him. The posture of his shoulders, his legs, and even his arms let no traces of playfulness bleed through.

“Who said it?!” Jack said, noticeably louder.

(Y/n) grimaced. She went to speak and hopefully take away her boyfriend’s focus.

The youtuber was cut short by another phrase. The same one; repeated.

“Nazi bitch!”

Fully heard and understood, the audience rippled with haunting murmurs. The words were said from the middle of the sea, so there Jack faced.

“Pardon me?” he hissed, thoroughly pissed.

Sean began to yell in the general area that was the middle of the audience. He cursed them out and spit rude remarks. Jack did his honest best defending his love, but he wasn’t satisfied.

He then made one move, and everything seemed to slow to a quaint pace. He took one, threatening step forward without even knowing it.

Now for people that lived their popularity online, that was a bad move.

Both Mark and Felix from behind him were slow to register but quick to act. They launched themselves in Jack’s path to halt any further movement from him, lacing strong arms around his own, and pulling him back. This was hopefully all before Jack could do anything he would regret.

“Sean!” Felix cursed over the crowd’s cheers “Chill the fuck out, man!”

“Okay,” (Y/n) also called over top of the crowd’s cheers and chants “I believe that is all the time we have for you today, thank you for coming out! Have a good afternoon!”

She sounded panicked. (Y/n) herself leapt to her boyfriend after receiving Mark’s desperate glance.

“Jack, honey.” (Y/n) chirped and stepped in front of his restrained form.

Sean was still livid, breathing heavily. At the very least, he stopped yelling.

(Y/n) didn’t hesitate much when she smiled, conveying her warmth to him. She delicately reached up and stuck two solid hands to Sean’s face and kissed him just as warmly.

The chants and hollers got even louder, but this time for the right reason. Mark and Felix chuckling soundly in unison after easing off Jack.

(Y/n) pulled back from her sweet kiss, leaving Jack looking embarrassed. Both from his out burst and his subtle threat. Though thankfully at this point, no one seemed to notice or even care about that.

“I’m really sorry,” Sean mumbled into the mic on his shirt’s collar.

“I had to defend my best girl’s honour..” he finished sheepishly.

The said girl turned to the audience in one last motion and said heartfully into her own microphone

“My lovely boyfriend, everyone!”

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(A/n): I do not think I did this the correct justice I wanted but it’s fine because I still kinda’ like it anyway.

Amanda Holliday: “To everyone else, Cayde’s this hard case always going on about treasure. I’ve always known him as a big old softie. I dunno why. Maybe I remind him of someone he used to know?”

Cayde 6: “Amanda Holliday is a rapscallion and a liar, don’t listen to a thing she says about me. Especially if it’s about me and a…certain queen of Hearts.“

Ghost: “If it’s possible, Amanda’s actually more cheerful today than she was when we showed up. I think she thinks that Cayde likes having us around, which in turn makes her happy. I think those two are adorable, if you were to ask me. Which you didn’t.”


This is the most subtle and adorable romance in Destiny, oh my god.

Spencer reid dating a plus size reader head cannons

An: so my loves, i saw a lovely post in the spencer x reader tag from a @ladydork who was in need of some plus size reader fics. So i was like fuck yeah we do, so why not start with some head cannons of spencer dating a plus size reader….because i love making things like this.
Tagging: @dontshootmespence @bookofreid @reidbyers @emilyfuckingprentiss

-Thighs. Spencer loves your thighs. He likes to kiss them, bite them, often he runs his fingers up and down them when he reads to you or you guys are sitting and talking.

-He loves when you show off your body, like he knows you are insecure about parts of yourself but he loves watching you get dressed, seeing every part that’s always covered outside the apartment.

-He loves to wrap his arms around your middle, like when you cook or are at his book shelf he will come up behind you and lean his head on yours while you browse or cook.

-He is a sleep cuddler, he just like grabs you and holds you close, and if he reaches put for you and your not there he starts to freak a bit, with his line of work he is always hyper a where of what could happen. But calms down when he feels you return.

-He only lets his walls down with you, when a case goes wrong, you can tell because he gets home and just holds you close, through the night he cries holding onto you.

-He likes laying on the couch with you. You reading to him, his head on your chest or stomach.

-Days when you feel most insecure about your body he can tell, so all through the day he’ll send little texts to you. Telling you how beautiful you are, how he loves you, and you are all he thinks about.

-Sexy times in the beginning are hard, being naked with someone else, but he showed you, through his lips dancing over every inch of you, that you are all he will ever want.

-He loves to pick out outfits for you, showing off his favorite parts of you.

-He loves your butt.

-Beware bending over for he will walk by and pinch, or smack it.

-Meeting the team was a night of anxiety for you and spencer assuring you they would love you.

-And they do, like you have become Morgans second baby girl.

-The kids love you. You have the Reid effect.

-Reid loves to slow dance with you in the middle of the living room. Just grabs you off the couch, you protest but he just hushes you and starts swaying.

-He reads to you at night, he reads slower so a book lasts you a while.

-You two are currently on the 4th harry potter. Yes Spencer does voices. Yes its as cute as it sounds.

-Halloween is a stressful time. Because costume shops suck for plus size decent costumes.

-Spencer nods and after the fifth costume that was marked plus size was horridly fitted to an average woman’s figure he grabbed your hand and lead you to the master of clothing. Garcia.

-You and spencer went as The doctor and the tardis.

-Garcia made you a beautiful police box skater dress, perfectly fit and flattering. And spencer helped with the light up head piece.

-Spencer often does magic tricks for you to cheer you up. Just pulls a paper heart out from behind your ear.

-“pardon me miss…it seems i have lost my heart…oh….ah here it is…right where it has always belonged”

-Master at pick up lines that he hadn’t realized were pick up lines.

-“oh were staying in…netflix and chill style…”

-Actual ball of pure sunshine.

-Never lets you order less food then you should be eating. Often rambling stats to make you eat the proper amount.

-When people are seen staring/judging he is the first to grab your hand stop you, hold your face gently and kiss you with the most love and passion in his entire string bean body.

-At your highschool reunion, he destroys the people who were mean to you. Angry protective reid takes no prisoners.

-‘wow…how’d you get…him? Like….he can see right?’ And spencer just nods sets his drink down before destroying them, their children and future grandchildren.

-Leaves with you and you guys end up getting pizza.

-Loves you. Every single inch.

The Joker x Reader -“ELLIS”

Nothing is ever easy with him, but this time he really crossed the line. If The Joker doesn’t care about anything at all, what is the point of you two being together? Unless…maybe he gives a damn about at least one thing.

You always drive back to Gotham on lonely, deserted roads, trying to avoid traffic as much as possible.

“J, we’re close to our cabin, we should stop and spend the night; just me and you, yes?” you smile, attempting to be cheerful and lightening up the mood.

“I don’t feel like it!” he bitterly replies, keeping his eyes on the road.

“We’re almost at the turn we have to take to get there. Come on… please?”

“NO! I told you I don’t feel like it!” he snarls, clenching his fingers on the steering wheel. You place your hand on his thigh, caressing it with your thumb:

“Baby, it’s not my fault the meeting didn’t go well.”

He pushes your hand away, still fuming. You look outside the window and take a deep breath, watching the sun going down behind the trees.

“J, come on, don’t be like this…You know I love you,” you tilt your head towards him, hoping he will change his mind.

“Right!!” he scoffs with a sour expression on his face.

“What is that supposed to mean?” you ask, getting restless.

“It means whatever you want it to mean!” the Joker snaps, quickly glancing your way.“You don’t love me, nobody does!” he hisses, being in such a foul mood he can barely concentrate on driving.

“Yeah…I wonder why…” you mutter but he heard you and it makes him even more enraged. You start massaging your temples; you really don’t need this after all the stuff that happened lately.

“J…why did we get married?” you ask, closing your eyes, thinking how much you wish your lives were different.

“Because we’re idiots, Y/N, that’s why!” he angrily raises his voice, accelerating. “Thank God you had the miscarriage three months ago because the kid would have probably had your attitude. I don’t think I could handle two of you!”

He hears you sniffle and your voice breaks down when you address him:

“Why…why do you say such cruel things?” and you start sobbing, deeply hurt by his words. “Stop the car…” you manage to speak through tears. “Stop the car!!!!” you suddenly hit the window with your first and he slams the breaks, unnerved.

You get out fast, taking your wedding ring off and tossing it in his lap:

“Here, consider yourself divorced!” you slam the door, frantically wiping your tears. He just grunts, annoyed and screams back at you:
“Fine! I don’t need you anyway!”

“I don’t need you either!” you yell, whimpering, feeling so miserable you can’t wait for him to go away.

“I hope you die in these woods!” The Joker growls, taking off in a frenzy, aggravated.

“I won’t give you the satisfaction!” you shout, crossing your arms on your tummy, watching him disappear in the distance. You turn around and start walking back towards the hidden unpaved, unmarked road that leads to your cabin. It should be about 10-15 minutes away by foot. You recently passed the spot by car so it shouldn’t be too far. Add about 2 more hours of walking until you reach the destination and you should be there before it gets really dark.

You walk rather slow, deep in thought; being outdoors does make you feel a little bit better. It takes you more than 2 hours, but you are finally at the hideout. You go inside and turn the lights on, looking through your supplies to see what you could munch on. You decide to make a tea and wrap yourself in a blanket, then head out to the porch so you can enjoy the silence you crave so badly.

You have your little backpack with you and search inside until you find the ultrasound picture you kept from when it was confirmed you were pregnant. Your eyes get teary again and you kiss the small image, talking to yourself:
“He only wishes you would have been like me…” you sadly smile and your grieving is interrupted by the sound of tires approaching.

Oh, no, what is he doing here? you panic, covering your head with the hoodie in a failed effort to calm down.

He gets out of the car and slams the door as hard as he can, staring you down.

“W-what are you doing here?” you inquire, shriveling down under your fluffy cover. J walks the stairs up to the porch, barking your way:

“I wanted to see if you died on your way here this way I can bury you. It would have given me great pleasure.”

“I’m not sorry to disappoint,” you sneer, still holding the little picture to your chest.

“What’s that?” The Joker points towards it, even if he already has an idea.

“Nothing you care about…”, you chew on your words, making an extra effort to keep your composure as you return your treasure to the backpack.

He takes a seat on the bench that’s the furthest from you, legs up on the railing, trying to light up a cigarette when you unexpectedly rush to yank it out of his hand and toss it to the ground, stepping on it:

“You quit two years ago!”

“Give it a rest before you make me mad!” J growls, taking out the full pack of cigarettes but you snatch it from him, breaking and tearing it to pieces, frustrated about everything and taking it on his nasty habit.

He takes a deep breath, trying not to lose his temper and warns you:

“Stop your shit, Y/N, you’re pissing me off!”

You don’t even care and continue:

“Go back to Gotham, I want to be alone! I don’t want you here, go away!” you shriek through your clenched teeth, heading back inside, trying not to cry.

“I don’t care about what you want; this is my hideout too!” you hear him grumble and don’t care for the rest since you step inside the bathroom, closing the door. You are so ready for a shower and a bit of sleep to calm down the tension you feel in every muscle of your body.

15 minutes into it and J parts the curtain to the side, making you jump since you didn’t hear him sneak in.

“Make room, I want to take a shower too,” he commands, getting inside.

“Go take a shower in the other bathroom!” you plead, irritated he’s so inconsiderate.

“I like this one better!” he kind of shoves you to the side, getting under the warm water.

“Fine, you can have it!” you give up, grabbing your towel and step outside when he tries to snatch you.

“Where are you going? I wanna wash your hair!” he angrily yells after you, unhappy you’re defiant…again.

“I already washed it myself!” you slam the door and J continues his tirade, tossing shampoo and body wash bottles around the bathtub in his tantrum.  

I just need some peace and quiet, why can’t I have that? you think while resting your back against the door for a few seconds, sensing your anxiety is going to reach new levels soon.

The Joker took his time in there but now he’s finally done. He searches for you inside the cabin but you are not there. He peeks out of the window and notices you are dozing off on the couch to the left side of the porch, covered in blankets. Perfect time to rant some more, you are definitely going to hear about how much you annoyed him today!

But when he sees you are in a deep sleep, something stops him. The corner of the ultrasound picture sticks out a bit from under your pillow and he slowly pulls it out, glaring at it for a few good minutes before putting it back with a remorseful sigh. He takes a deep breath and grabs more blankets from the pile on the table and covers you with them, keeping just one for himself. J also brings the gun from the car and seats on the chair next to yours, awake all night because he believes a wild animal might creep up on you.

When the first rays of sunshine pierce through the thick fog, he finally loses the battle and closes his eyes, exhausted. He wakes up three hours later, wrapped in a dozen blankets, not feeling the cold he braved last night anymore; it gets so chilly in these woods after sunset.

He finds breakfast and hot coffee inside but you are gone again. Probably hiking at your favorite spot, J assumes, munching on a few goodies from his plate. You’ve been away for a while and he decides to search for you, he doesn’t even know why. You aren’t too far, just about a mile away behind the cabin, legs crossed in the grass, reading a magazine under your umbrella and enjoying the warm temperature. You hear him approach and you don’t lift your eyes up. He doesn’t say a word and just imitates your position a few steps away from you.

“What are you doing?” you coldly question him, not thrilled of his presence.

“Nothing,” The Joker barely bothers to answer.

You exhale, turning the page and fighting not to pay attention to his nonsense:

“You can’t stay in the sun, you know you burn easily,” you grunt, indirectly inviting him to get lost.

“So? Why do you care? Mind your own business!” and he lets himself go on his back, enjoying the hot sun.

“You’ll burn badly, go in the shadow,” J distinguishes your low voice urging him to move.

He ignores your warning and after a few more moments he opens his eyes to see your umbrella by his head, shielding half of his body from the sun and you walking away.

She’s so obnoxious, I really hate her, is the last thought he has before closing his eyes again and falling asleep shortly after since he’s so tired.

************

You are nowhere to be found. The Joker searched the cabin and around it but you vanished.

Good, maybe she fell from a cliff and my problems are done, he maliciously grins, relieved and hoping for his wish to come true, but after a few seconds the evil smile freezes on his lips as he notices your backpack is gone. And the small post-it on the fridge he didn’t see before makes him cringe:

“I’m going back to Gotham.”  

Crazy woman, walking alone in the woods, J growls, taking the car keys out of his pocket and heading outside.

*************

You discern the sound of the engine getting closer and closer and quicken your pace, not understanding why you can’t have a moment to yourself when you are very entitled to it. He passes you by and turns the car sideways, slamming on the breaks, gets out of the car and awaits your arrival, his blue eyes so dark it would make you hesitate on your decision.

Yet you avoid looking at him and attempt to go around when he rolls his eyes, fed up with your behavior and stomps towards you, lifting you up and slamming you on the hood, making you seat there against your will while you struggle to get down. J is blocking your way, not budging when you struggle to escape.

“Where are you going, hm? Are you really trying to get on my nerves?” he pins your hands behind your back, watching tears of frustrations forming in your eyes but you are too strong to let him win and swallow your vexation, finally looking at him.

“I’m walking back to Gotham,” you mutter, defying his blue gaze.

“It’s a long walk, Doll,” he pushes you up on the hood even more, making sure you can’t move.

“Why do you care? You don’t care about anything, not even…about…”  and you can’t control yourself anymore and start sobbing, thinking about the mean things he said to you yesterday that hurt you so much. J knows exactly what you are referring to and sucks on his cheeks, gulping, finally speaking up on the subject:

“I did care about that…”

You shake your head in denial, whimpering, dismissing his words so he repeats:

“I did care about that.”

“N-no you d-didn’t,” you cry harder and The Joker sets your hands free, backing out just a bit so you can slide down towards him.

“I did, I cared about that,” he insists, rolling up the sleeve on his left arm to point out the huge “ELLIS” tattoo on his forearm. “Why do you think I got the name on my skin and didn’t remove it? I will always keep it, do you hear me? I did care…” his voice breaks a bit and wipes your tears, lifting your chin up, forcing you to look at him again.

Ellis is the name you two picked for the baby when you found out you were pregnant, fit for a boy or a girl. You were so excited and over the moon you didn’t have patience to wait any longer. But it wasn’t meant to be…

Since you can’t stop crying and he grows impatient, J yanks you in his arms, hugging you while you want to push him away.

“I did care…” he continues to whisper in your ear over and over again until he feels your body relaxing and your arms go around his waist, hugging him back really tight. Since you still won’t stop crying, he caresses your hair, tightening his grip on you too. He senses tears menacing to roll down his cheeks but he brushes the awkward feeling away, because it’s not like him to show any weakness. Instead, he chooses to be The Joker and he has to admit to himself it really takes a lot of effort this time around:

“…Say, Princess, are we still divorced?”

“U-hum,” you manage to squeal, sobbing on his chest.

“That’s too bad, I was hoping to get some tonight,” and he kind of sadly smiles when you pinch his side.” Since I’m here and you’re here, can we at least have an affair?”

“Stop your stupid jokes,” you scold him, sniffling. He kisses your temple and helps you down, regaining his posture, but still holds your hand.

He seems surprised when you push yourself against his body and make him pay attention to what you have to say:

“You can lash out at me, but…” and your voice shakes ”…you can’t say anything mean about our poor baby, do you hear me?” There is so much pain and grief in your voice that he has no choice but to nod yes.

“Don’t ever say anything mean about Ellis… promise?” and you cup his face, waiting for the answer.

“I promise,” he agrees so fast he shocks himself.

“Good then, now you are allowed to drive me back to Gotham,” you announce and take your backpack off, going around the car to get in on the passenger’s side. “Did you lock the cabin?”

“I did,” J reports and can’t help bickering as he starts to drive away:

Allowed to drive you back, Pumpkin?! Like it’s what, a privilege??!!”

“Damn right it is!” you raise your voice and look out the window, ignoring the outburst.

“Pffttt, lucky me…” he grumbles but takes your hand and kisses it. You don’t object and scoot over towards him, silently leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Hey, Kitten, are we still divorced? Or do you want your ring back? I have it in my jacket.”

“I guess you’re allowed to give it back to me when we get home,” you decide with an indifferent tone.

Allowed to give it back??! Like it’s what, a privilege??!” he mocks, taking the turn towards the main road.

“Damn right it is!” you elbow him and he frowns, aggravated:

“Pffttt, lucky me…”

“You are lucky!” you cut him off, lifting your eyebrows with an attitude.

“Maybe just a little bit…” he admits and it makes you smirk, clenching to his arm even more.

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http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153664676321/joker-x-reader-masterlist

Only 6 Months (CEO!Jungkook x Barista!OC) Part 1

Originally posted by allforbts

I’M SORRY I KNOW THE TITLE IS LAME BUT I COULDN’T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE

Summary: Who knew that pretending to be in love could create such chaos?

So I’ve been working on this story for so long, and I really hope that it is as good as I think it is ^^’ I literally rewrote half this story (it’s long, I already have 52,000 words written for it and I’m still not done) so I’m really happy to FINALLY start posting it. Ironically, I think it’s been 6 months since I started writing this xD)
Also, Jungkook is actually not a CEO in the story, he’s just the son of one and next in line to be the CEO.

Words: 3,300
Genre: Fluff, Drama, Future Angst sorta?

Part 2

> Masterlist <

“I don’t think so,” Jungkook laughed in disbelief, “what kind of rule is that?”

“You don’t have a choice, Jungkook.” his father’s voice rang through the corridor, shaking his head in annoyance.

Jimin and Hoseok stood behind Jungkook and looked at each other for a few seconds before Hoseok spoke up, “Sir, isn’t that deadline a little unrealistic?”

“Six months?” his father’s eyebrows raised, “I think that’s more than enough time. With his looks he could pick up any woman on the streets and she’d fall for him.”

“But any woman won’t be good enough,” Jungkook shook his head and took a deep breath, “You can’t put a time limit on finding the perfect woman.”

“You don’t need the perfect woman, you just need a wife,” his father shot, getting tired of the conversation, “Why do you think I married your mother?”

Jungkook’s patience was wearing thin and his glare was intensifying by the second, “I don’t want a marriage like yours. You two don’t love each other. She only married you for the money.”

“You have six months, Jungkook,” his father repeated, ending the conversation with no further discussion

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“Can you believe that guy?” Jungkook mumbled as he threw his empty coke bottle in a trash can that they were passing by, “He expects me to find someone worth being with me in such a little amount of time?”

“Well…” Seokjin bit his lip for a second, “There are seven of us, so if we all go wife hunting, I’m sure we could find someone.”

Jungkook groaned, but most of the guys were agreeing with Seokjin, “I would rather just hire someone to marry me and then just divorce them when I find the right girl.”

Taehyung scrunched up his nose, “That sounds like a terrible plan. What if she denies getting divorced unless she’s paid a million or something? Or worse, your father won’t let you divorce her because it would hurt the company’s image.”

“But I don’t want to get married right now!” Jungkook was starting to get frustrated with his friends. He doesn’t want to be set up… and he certainly doesn’t really want to find a girl that just wants money. He couldn’t live with a woman that was like his mom. All she cares about is money.

“You could always go for an old friend or even one of our sisters or cousins if you had to.” Jimin suggested, but Yoongi’s eyebrows raised.

“My sister is off limits, though. I don’t want her to be the wife of a CEO.” he shook his head, taking a drink of his coke. The guys paused their conversation to walk inside the local coffee shop. It wasn’t a common hang out place, but it was the most private one that they knew of.

“I know that my cousin would marry you,” Namjoon offered, “She’s kinda liked you for a while. Don’t tell her I told you, though.”

Jungkook shook his head, “I’d rather not marry into anyone’s family. It would make things more complicated than it should be.”

Taehyung plopped down into a booth first as the others followed, “Well you’re low on time. You might be marrying into one of our families or just marrying a complete stranger.”

“Well,” Hoseok spoke up, “There’s always the internet.”

“No,” Jungkook shot that idea down, “I refuse to take to a sad dating website for a mate. I would rather marry Yoongi’s sister and have him kill me for doing so.”

Yoongi gave Jungkook a murderous look, “I’m glad you know your limits.”

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In this Heat [M]

Originally posted by itslikevelvet

Featuring:  One [Jung Jaewon]

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Word count: 2,281

Request:  Anonymous said: Jaewon + smut: we’ve been close friends for several years. One hot summer day we’re at a fair/carnival/out on the town. I’m eating a popsicle and he can’t stop staring at my full lips. He cuts the day short to take me to his place and he gets really close. Light kissing leads to heavy petting and from there it’s gets serious.[Feel free to change it up but thank you you for all your hard work and great writing]

anonymous said: Can i have jaewon scenario request : the morning after a fluffy smut. 

A/N: This has a similar theme to my other scenario You & I so feel free to read you & I as an epilogue to this scenario, I guess you can say this is the prelude to you & I.

  An attempt to squeeze 2 request into 1 one-shot idk if it’s working


Jaewon wasn’t sure just what had gotten into him but he couldn’t keep his focus and his eyes in front of him. Maybe it was this severe heat wave that was messing with his head or maybe it was that v-neck dress you had on, or the way you looked so damn cute whenever you looked up at him…
“Jaewon! Let’s get on that ride!” you snapped him out of his thoughts before they could give way to the perverse thoughts secretly lingering in the back of his mind, that even he wasn’t aware of; as you tugged on his hand and pointed at the ferris wheel.
You hadn’t given him the time to respond, as you excitedly took the lead and kept on going on; about how nice the view from the peak height was going to be.
“Hurry Jaewon! The line isn’t that long, hurry before people beat us to the line and then we’ll have more time to get on all the rides and maybe even get to go around a second time.” you enthusiastically told Jaewon your plan.
He let out that all too familiar chuckle, “I think we’ll have plenty of time to go around a second time if you want, I don’t think many people are willing to be out in this heat wave.”
“It’s rush hour so people are just now making their way over, it’s gonna get packed in about an hour. Besides this heat wave isn’t as bad as the news makes out to be, we’ll live!”

“I guess this isn’t something a slushy or ice cream can’t fix.”

“I slushy actually sounds really good right now. So slushy now or after the ride?”

“Slushy now, meanwhile we wait in line.” he suggested.

You kept your place in line while you waited for Jaewon to come with your ice cold beverages, luckily it wasn’t a long wait; soon enough you were on the ferris wheel taking pictures together and of the view.
After that you both went running around trying to get on as many rides possible before the lines would get packed, which included the flying swings, bumper cars, even as reluctant as Jaewon was he eventually agreed to join you on the merry-go-round.
“Oh come on Jaewon, cheer up. Have some fun.” you encouraged as he stood next to your horse as he had refused to get on one of his own.
“This isn’t my image.” he rebutted.
“What image?”
He feigned hurt as he placed a hand over his heart and sighed, “Do you always have to come for me?”
“I wasn’t, it was a genuine question.” you batted your eyelashes, it was always a habit of yours to push Jaewon’s buttons.
The ride came to an end and you guys continued walking around looking for what to do. You quickly stopped in your tracks when you came across a dart throwing game, and you couldn’t get your eyes off of one of the prizes; a huge white fluffy plush teddy bear with a pink bow tie around its neck.
“You know it’s a scam right?” you heard Jaewon whisper in your ear from behind you.
“Jaewon~” you called out to him as you turned and he already knew what you were up to, yet pretended he didn’t have a clue.
“What do you suppose a friend could do for their friend after they miss their birthday party… not just friends, best friends. And said best friend didn’t show up to their best friend’s birthday party?” you said as you attempted to give him your best puppy eye look.

“ I told you something came up and didn’t I agree to come out in this heat wave and go on the merry-go-round with you already?
…. fine just don’t look at me like that.” he protested. The longer you looked at him that way, the more he could feel you pulling at his heartstrings little by little.

“Thanks!”
He tried his luck at this so called scam dart game, he wasn’t all that bad, 7 out of the 10 shots.

Jaewon went to collect his prize, upon receiving it he held it out to you, “Well it isn’t the grand prize but it’s something.”
You were gleaming with happiness as you took it from his hands “Thank you Jaewon! It’s perfect, I don’t think I could have carried that huge teddy bear any ways but this one is the perfect size.” You held the medium sized replica of the huge plush bear close in your arms and squeezed it. “Aw, it’s so soft~.”

You guys continue walking around looking for things to do, at this point the heat was really starting to get to you; you attempted to fan yourself with your hands to no avail.

“Maybe we should call it a day?” Jaewon spoke up noticing you were struggling to keep cool.

“ Trying to get rid of me already?” you said playfully.

“You caught me .”

You gasped at his answer.
“I’m kidding, calm down.”

“The heat getting to you already?”

“I’m not the one who nearly got heat stroke last year and needed an IV drip.”

“Touchè, you’re getting better with your comebacks. That was kind of a low blow.” you admitted.

“It was a joke, my bad. I’ll make it up to you, I’ll buy you ice cream on the way home and we can watch a movie at my place, your pick.”

“Throw in some popcorn and some snacks and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Deal.”

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|| true beauty ||

[[request prompt(s): Can I request a Drabble? I’d love if you wrote one for Peter in which he helps the reader through her insecurities because she doesn’t think she’s pretty due to scars from something like acne or something like that. + hey!!! congrats on 1000 followers! I was wondering if you can do a drabble with Peter Parker? like the reader has acne marks and sometimes she gets self-conscious about it, and when peter notices this, he just starts kissing her all over her face or some fluff like that??]]

I really wanted to do this prompt(s) and finally had the time to write it ♡

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none

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anonymous asked:

I feel like if Kuro used Lance's pickup lines on Lance, Lance would be shocked and flustered like "Y-You're flirting on your own wingman?"

Dude… This would be so cute. Lance being all flustered by Kuro using his own pick-up lines on him.
Imagine this: the team saved a planet and they are invited for festivities, you know like the whole program - there’s a ball, dances, buffet, a lot of hot looking alien ladies and gentlemen.
So Lance and Kuro do their bro-thing and go hunting for… Well…people… Since Kuro declared that he isn’t exclusively into women or men, but loves “everything that’s beautiful” as he put it. And Lance… Well he isn’t as straight as he thought he was. So they go to that party and do their wingman-stuff together.
But since their pick-up lines are the worst - even for alien standards - they always end up being rejected, which frustrates Lance (he tries to appear super confident, but he’s not) to a point where he sits at one of the tables and just mopes around.
Kuro watches him for some time and decides that - as his bro- it’s his duty to cheer him up a little. So he pulls Lance up and says something stupid.. Something like “Was your dad a cement mixer? Because you make me hard.”
And Lance laughs his ass off and doesn’t know what to say or do because he taught Kuro that one and having it thrown back at himself is just too much to take.
And Kuro isn’t done with him, yet. He takes his hand and asks him for a dance, because Lance reaaaally wanted to dance the whole evening but couldn’t find a partner. And well, helping your bro out with this isn’t all that bad right? Right??!
Lance of course is a flustered stuttering mess but doesn’t complain when Kuro pulls him to the dance floor and they start to walz. And they both love it!
In the background Keith whispers to Shiro: “Told you so. You owe me five bucks now.”

And well, yeah… That’s just the start of a lot of fluffy things.
Sorry for the long post, but I had this scene on my mind for quite some time now.
And I want to draw it really bad. But there are so many other situations if have to draw first :’( I need a fast forward button for this.

Beautiful - H2OVanoss (repost)

summary: when skyping goes right wrong and secrets are revealed.

words: 1290

pairing: h2ovanoss

genre: fluff

rating: t

note: i wrote this ages ago, but i read it and decided that the original one sucked big time. this kinda does too, but it’s definitely better.

click here to see the original one.

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“I’m gonna turn you into a tumble weed!”

Wildcat’s loud voice boomed from Vanoss’ wireless headphones, a chuckle escaped his mouth at the ridiculous sounding statement. He moved his character model forward to walk over the tiled digital roof of the game.

On top of the building he caught sight of Wildcat’s modded character chasing Nogla but was not fast enough to tag him. Nogla made an incomprehensible sound in between his sentence which made the light chuckles he let out earlier turn into full blown hysterical laughter.

Nogla made a sharp turn at a corner in hopes to escape Wildcat’s clutches. Something which proved to be an utter failure as he was instantly caught on a cactus that killed his character.

Familiar words appeared on the feed, accompanied by a distant ‘fuck’ and the sound of someone cheering.

Nogla committed suicide or died mysteriously

The Irish man can be heard mumbling under his breath on the other end of the line. “That’s unfair, you always gang up on me.”

Wildcat snorted at his words and smugly retorted. “No, you just suck at the game.”

Amidst their bickering, another thing popped up on the feed. A soft smile made its way on Vanoss’ face at what he read.

H2O Delirious joined the game

“Hello.” Delirious greeted in his usual bright tone of voice.

Vanoss was the first one to return his greeting, as cheerful as Delirious. “Oh, hey, Delirious!”

Everyone followed in suit, not waiting their turn to give a proper greeting. They all spoke at once making their words sound gibberish to the ears. Afterwards, Delirious was sorted into the team of seekers, opposed to the team Vanoss was in.

Their recording session continued.

It went on for another few hours but considering the fact that they lived in the different parts of the world, eventually everyone went to bed one by one. The count of people in the call slowly went down until they were reduced to the number of three.

Only Moo, Delirious, and Vanoss remained in the call. They had quit playing Gmod moments ago and settled with chatting.

Vanoss was in the middle of his sentence when Moo had cut him off.

“Oh, no. I remembered something that I was supposed to do earlier.” He paused and there was shuffling heard from the other line. “I’ll catch you guys later.”

Both men didn’t have the chance of bidding him farewell as he hung up as soon as he stated those words. They shrugged it off, knowing whatever business their friend has, it wasn’t that serious of a matter.

Their conversation continued. Soon enough it was only Delirious’ voice that can be heard, he was telling a story of something him and Cartoonz did few days prior. The time ticked by, neither noticed, too busy and lost in the small world they had created together.

Halfway through his story telling, Delirious shifted in his seat, he swung his feet to the side to get in a more comfortable position. In turn of that, he had accidentally knocked over his things on the floor that were stacked neatly - well not so.

He sighed in annoyance at the sound of things hitting the floor as they fell from the pile. He stopped his story abruptly to bend down and gather them together in one neat pile once again. One of his hands stayed on top of his desk to keep his balance and to stop himself from toppling off from his seat.

Delirious’ hand inched closer to his keyboard unconsciously. As he was busy fixing the stack of things, he had managed to somehow press something that would turn the camera on. [1]

A new tab opened on Vanoss’ screen and he flinched in surprise from the sudden change of lighting of the screen. He blinked a couple of times to adjust his eyes, he titled his head to the side in pure confusion. His eyes shifted to the figure that had appeared on his screen, his mouth hung open.

Millions of thoughts ran in his head, and he couldn’t form a single comprehensible thought. He could only see a jacket clad back but his heart started to beat madly against his chest despite himself. The man straightened himself in a proper posture after previously leaning down under his desk.

A frown was plastered on his face and his brows were knotted together in what seemed to be an annoyed expression. He leaned back on his chair though his eyes lingered towards the floor of the room. He failed to notice the raven haired man that stared at him through his screen.

Vanoss’ breath hitched and his mind went completely blank at the sight of the man’s face. He tried to speak but words couldn’t get out, instead they got stuck in his throat.

“I managed to knock something over, sorry.” He chuckled lightly at his previous actions. “What’s with the silence? You still there?”

Finally, his eyes moved towards the screen to catch sight of Vanoss staring right at him with wide eyes. He immediately mirrored the expression on his friend’s face as soon as he realized what was happening.

The idea of stupidly smashing the keys of his keyboard in hopes of turning the camera off was incredibly tempting. So was the idea of pretending none of this ever happened and disappearing like a wisp of smoke, but he knew trying any of those were futile.

Instead he sat still awkwardly and turned his head to the side, his cheeks were a tint of pink from the embarrassment he felt. He knew leaving without a word or continuing to sit and not say anything would probably make him feel like such an idiot later on.

A small uncomfortable smile made its way onto his face, he slowly turned his head to look at the screen and a sigh left his lips. “Vanoss, I…Listen.”

Vanoss smiled at the nervousness evident in Delirious’ face and voice. He didn’t want to admit that he, himself, definitely felt nervous. But he hated seeing the older man uncomfortable, and he desperately wanted to ease him from it.

It was obvious that Delirious was having trouble getting his words out, his nerves getting the best of him. He wanted to play it cool, say something along the lines of Vanoss being lucky to see his face before his official face reveal.

But the smile on Vanoss’ face made his heart beat faster and he couldn’t focus on anything else than making his heart calm down. He choked on his words, the red on his cheeks getting darker by the second. He couldn’t help but bow his head down in a failed attempt of hiding his face.

“Jonathan?”

Came a gentle voice that made Delirious snap his head up, besides the fact that his real name was spoken out loud. He stared right back at the man on his screen.

The possibility of Vanoss really looking directly at him is 1 out of a hundred to none. They are in a call after all. But it felt like he was and the intensity of the stare made his heart flutter.

“Yeah?” He muttered under his breath in a small voice, hoping his microphone was close enough to catch it.

Vanoss observed his face through the crappy feed and quality the camera provided. It might’ve sounded pretty creepy but in his eyes, Delirious looked absolutely perfect.

He stared at him with pure admiration shining in his eyes, and the smile painted over his lips stretched into a much bigger one. He stated the words that were glued in his mind out loud in a soft voice.

“It’s okay, I think you look beautiful.”

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[1] is that a thing? probably not, but shhh let’s pretend it is.

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.  

End.

Only You | 4

Overview: It’s junior year and Riley’s best friend develops a crush on her first love, Lucas. Not wanting to stand in between them she lies and says she’s okay with them being together. As it turns out, Lucas has an older trouble making brother that none of his friends knew about. One that just so happens to take an interest in Riley.
Author’s Notes: In this AU, the triangle never happened and Farkle never outed Riley’s feelings. [Italics indicate flashbacks.]
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3
Chapter Three: “Weekend.”
Word Count: 4,271

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After lying to her parents, Riley immediately puts her attention towards her closet. Looking down at her outfit she decides it won’t work for whatever was going to happen tonight. Of course she didn’t actually have even the slightest bit of clue as to what would happen or what she and Jackson were going to get into but looking down at her floral skirt and wool top she knew she had to change.  

She rummages through her things, finally deciding on the plainest thing she has. A long sleeve black shirt and ripped jeans. Her mind is already running wild with possibilities by the time she decides what shoes to go with. In the end she opts for her converse and as she’s pulling them on she hears a tap at her window.

In the three months she’s known Jackson he’s never once climbed her fire escape or crawled through her window so instantly she freezes, thinking it’s one of her friends. She slowly turns her head and lets out a breath of relief when she sees that it is in fact Jackson, crouched down on the other side of her window with a sly smirk on his face.  

She walks over and slides it open, stepping to the side for him to come in while she looks for a jacket. Jackson looks around, not bothering to hide the amused look on his face. This was his first time in Riley’s room and it’s exactly what he thought it would be like: full of light, just like her.

“I’m guessing the ‘rents aren’t home considering you’re letting me come inside.” He coos, picking up one of her framed pictures of her and her brother from her nightstand table. Riley smiles at him, pulling on her denim jacket that’s lined with fur on the inside. “Good guess.” She teases, grabbing her house keys and phone before walking back over to her window. “Come on, Country Boy.”

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So I recently hit 500 followers and this is crazy, I started this blog a few months ago and the support I have received has been amazing, I love you all. I have met some pretty incredible people in this short time who I love with all my heart.

Before I get into the follow forever I’d like to just express my love for a few people (everyone should go follow them cause they are all wonderful and lovely and I honestly have no idea why they follow me):

@catharinaloss ♥ JO MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE! Even though you can be problematic I still love you (yes even I am calling you problematic now, you crossed a line by putting milk in before the cereal). You always manage to cheer me up and put up with me in my varying moods and for that, I am so grateful. You are amazing, you bring people together and make so many people happy (even if we don’t always show it ;) ). You manage to put a smile on my face each and every day, you’re a lil ball of sunshine and ilysm. You are just so wonderful and lovely and thoughtful and kind and funny and talented and I am so glad I met married you.

@alexanderglghtwood   ♥ Eli, where do I even start? You know I love you so much honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without you. Have I told you how much I love watching you narrate your life to me over Snapchat? It’s my favourite thing, and I still love your voice okay. I just opened a Snapchat from you and I just need to remind you of how much I love your hair cause omg it’s amazing and I’m still not over it. I love reading your fics so much, even though you always manage to kill me with them. I always love our conversations, it feels weird if I haven’t talked to you in a few hours I can’t even find the words I want cause you are just so incredible and lovely and funny and I just can’t do you justice.

@magnificentbane  ♥ Meg, our friendship began when I decided to scream at you about my malec headcanons, isn’t that beautiful. We were talking for hours I didn’t even realise how long it had been, then you introduced me to Jo and for that, I will forever be grateful. Can you believe that our first conversation led to so many group chats lmao. I love reading your writing, you’re so talented and more people need to read your work. You’re such a fun person to talk to, you and your blog are perfect and ilysm <3

@thirstyalec  ♥ Dani, the love of my life, the most beautiful goddess to ever live I love you to pieces. I don’t even remember how we became friends… I think it was me just coming into your inbox and calling you out on your icon addiction lmao. Have I mentioned how proud I am that you have managed to keep your icon for this long, cause I am. Your posts are always amazing, you brighten my life and I’m so glad I met you. You are honestly one of my all time favourite people, seeing you on my dash makes me so happy you are amazing ilysm.

@softshumjr  ♥ Marta, killing you with Harry is my favourite pastime, you are my go to for quality Harry content. You are one of my favourite people, I still can’t believe you follow my ass. (The fact you have an ‘abi tag’ still has me dying okay ilysm.) Your tags always give me life, I like how I even know they are your tags before I see your url. Your posts are always amazing, seeing you on my dash makes me smile, you are an actual ray of sunshine and I feel so blessed to have you as a mutual. <3<3

Now onto the follow forever:  faves in italics, mutuals bolded

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melody-of-the-sea  asked:

im havin a bad time but your blog is making me smile. Thanks sunshine xxx

I’m sorry you’ve been having a rough time. I’m glad my blog can help you smile. While I’m here, let me link you to a few fics that always cheer me up: 

Grade School by KagSesshlove : A series about Damian in school 

Splash of Pink by @camsthisky​: fluff with some pranks

Snapshots by @blissaster​: Honestly one of the best Damian fics out there

A Children’s Story by TheResurrectionist: the summary says it all, four batkids walk into a bank.

Unaccompanied Minor by @audreycritter: Bruce and Diana play a prank on Jason

We Live Like Kings by @audreycritter: Bruce and Jason go to a ball game and spend the night (robin Jason)

Battle Lines by @oh-mother-of-darkness: Damian plays with toy soldiers and little kids

That said @oh-mother-of-darkness has a whole list of Head Canons called Reasons To Be Happy that you should check out because they’re the best. 

and these two are anonymously published on AO3 

Strikeout: Damian gets in a fight with furniture, and loses

your umbrella is upside down: Damian picks on Bruce

and I can’t forget the amazing tale of Bruce and Tim at Walmart as written by @unpretty found here

Finally here is some of my own fluff: 

Little Offenses: Damian picks on his siblings

Days Like These: Alfred enjoys a peaceful day

Super Sleepover: Damian and Jon have a sleepover

Target Practice: Steph takes Damian out to play laser tag

Sun Spot: Dick watches Damian sketch 

I hope there’s something on the list that will help you smile even more. I hope your day gets better! 

ok so I know we all love the idea of the Amis being a collective parent figure for Gavroche, but they’re also still pretty young and don’t have the /seasoned wisdom/ that Gav needs

and that’s where Valjean comes in

when Gavroche gets into a fight at school because some kids were being homophobic, the Amis make sure he knows they’re proud of him for standing up to the bullies. Valjean, while still proud, gives him the stern talking to about how violence isn’t always the answer

when Gav goes on his first date, the Amis all help him prepare by picking out outfits and supplying him with flirting advice(that’s mostly Courfeyrac). Valjean gives him a speech about being courteous and respectful, then does the classic “make good choices, be home by 11, son” line while throwing him his car keys

when Gavroche is being a typical angsty teen, the Amis try their very best to cheer him up, but to little effect. It’s usually met with grunts of “You don’t understand!” and “Leave me alone!”. Valjean brings him out of the city, where he lets Gavroche release his anger in nature, safely away from other humans. Sometimes he’ll just stand in the middle of the forest and scream. Other times he’ll hurtle sticks, rocks, anything, into the lake while muttering and swearing under his breath. Once he’s cooled down, Valjean lets him vent, and then offers sage advice

the Amis are also understandably busy most of the time. Valjean, being the retired man he is, spends much of his time ‘mentoring’ Gavroche. He teaches him how to drive, how to tie a tie, how to cook, and basically everything his biological parents should have taught him, but never did

basically Gavroche is truly ‘the son he might have known, had God granted him a son’.

Jock!Sterek AU

I just saw a post about Stiles scoring in Lacrosse and Baseball-player!Derek cheering for him. So, it got me thinking… We always have one nerdy and one jock, or rivals, BUT what about star-Lacrosse-player Stiles, who is Baseball-star Derek’s boyfriend, and besides that, Stiles also helps out the track team, and Derek is a regular in Basketball and the swimming team, and they are together in the debate team, they both got scholarships lined up for college, and they have been the named the cutest couple since middle school. You can always see Stiles cheering his lungs out with Derek’s letterman jacket, or Derek with Stiles’ jersey. The Stilinski-Hale clan is known around the county. Everyone is alive and happy.

Jonathan Toews Imagine - “Go Kick Some Bruin Ass”

@sw-michelle​ request:  Can I request an imagine where a girl plays for the Blackhawks and gets hurt in a game and all the guys see her as their sister and get mad/upset, but Toews is her bf and goes worried/protective bf? Please and thank you!!!!

sorry to any bruins fans just to me they are a really rough team, i dont mean any offence. 

this was also a very fun imagine to write i hope you enjoy. 

keep sending in your requests:))

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yes i made history. yes i was the first girl in the national hockey league. no the guys didnt go any easier on me and i didnt mind it. in the year 2018 i was drafted by the chicago black hawks, maybe not first over all but sill a girl in the nhl. i was fairly new to the team but the guys and i all became friends fast.

“y/n you should skip the game tonight” jonathan said. johnny was one of the guys who i had an instant connection with, one that made us more than friends. “no way in hell i am missing this game” i said unlacing my skates that were tied from morning practice.

“y/n its the bruins someone is going to get hurt, im not saying its gonna be you but if you do get hurt this whole team is going down with you” brent said from across the room. i gave them all a look, “im part of this team so if i get hurt, i get hurt but im not skipping this game end of conversation.”

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