and he's captain of the boxing team

Harry has a lot of pictures he’d like to have on the walls of his home, but since Fleur had painted the walls of the London flat Harry and Ron were now sharing, she had expressly forbidden Harry to put anything on them that eesn’t een a proper frame!

He ends up buying a lot of frames. The little living room with the weird restored-Grimmauld Place furniture gets nearly covered in photographs, moving and still. 

There are a few of Colin’s photos from the war: one of Ginny, sitting solemnly on a pile of rubble on the stairs up to the Gryffindor Common Room, looking bitter and and alone and strong and alive; one of the original Dumbledore’s Army, taken after the meeting when most of the students had produced their first corporeal Patronuses, and one Colin had captured of Harry, Ron and Hermione following Neville out of the portrait hole and into the Room of Requirement, the room shimmering with applause. Neville had given him copies of Colin’s whole collection, but most of them make him too sad. He keeps them in a box, though, and looks at them in the right mood. The best in the collection, displayed in a place of honor above an ugly Gryffindor lamp from Bill, shows Fred and George soaring out of Hogwarts on broomsticks, fireworks in their wake. 

Some official Hogwarts photographs join these on the walls - Ron’s first year on the Quiddich team, looking uncomfortable in his Keeper kit but making intense eye contact with the photographer, Harry as Captain with his exalted team after their first win, one of Hagrid going about his official duties with Fang on his heels that captures the very essence of everything Harry had loved about his first real home. Official, too, is a photo with the four boys Harry had shared a dormitory with - the five of them lined up by height against the Common Room staircase and smiling. 

The pictures of his parents and Sirius and Lupin that he’d received from Hagrid so many years ago find a home on the walls, along with one of Harry as a baby in Godric’s Hollow, a parent lying on either side of him, all three of them asleep in the grass and breathing in time. The one of the Marauders with their arms around each other, seemingly unaware of the passage of time, is one he often points out to Teddy when the baby visits. Speaking of Teddy - the newest photos are loads of pictures of him - in every Metaphoragus form imaginable. 

In contrast, there’s an unmoving picture of Hermione at five years old, blowing out birthday candles. Ron had found it in an old book and stuck it up next to the doorframe with a dopey smile on his face. Another still one snapped by Hermione with a polaroid camera swiped from Lavender Brown shows Dobby in the Hogwarts kitchens with at least fifteen knitted hats on his head. 

One of Harry’s favorite pictures is of Sirius laughing at Grimmauld Place, his arm around Harry, laughing too. Tonks had taken it, he remembers, and he rather likes it, even though it makes him feel sick with what might have been, some days. It’s one of the loose ones, in a frame next to a shot of Ron and Ginny and Fred and George before Bill’s wedding, all in dress robes except for Ginny in her bridesmaid’s dress; and a chocolate frog card with a charm on it to make Dumbledore stay in the frame, twinkling.

Various newspaper clippings from the years are pasted into the black frames less neatly - the Weasleys as a whole group, waving, from their trip to Egypt before third year, Harry and the other Champions and their dates to the Yule Ball - Cedric and Cho beaming like nothing’s going to happen to them, Moody’s obituary - the last honest thing the Prophet had printed for a whole year. 

Over the fireplace hangs a large, weird, abstract painted for them by Luna Lovegood. Harry doesn’t understand what the yellows and oranges in are supposed to mean, but she comes around often enough that he leaves it up just in case. 

He has the faces of everyone he loves so close to him - and that, more than the quiet - makes it feel like home. 

Haikyuu Hogwarts AU

Here are a bunch of headcannon. Wrote last night for this AU.

- pureblood Gryffindor Bokuto being a part of a mostly Ravenclaw family, who doesn’t understand what why he ended up being so different from them.

- Muggleborn Akaashi who is surprised when this really attractive pureblood starts following him around.

- Slytherin Kenma who is sometimes treated badly by purebloods because he’s halfblooded, yet constantly being stood up for by his childhood friend Kuroo, who is pureblood and is very against the mistreatment of minorities in the magic community.

- half-blood Yamaguchi who was thought to be a Squib in his early childhood, and was often made fun of. It turned out it was just a late bloomer; one day, when he was ten, he sneezed and random objects around him exploded.

- Slytherin pureblood Oikawa, who’s best class is astrology. He likes to sneak up to the astrology tower at night, where he often runs into a certain half-blood with freckles.

- Pureblood Slytherin Kuroo, who is seen as this big scary guy. But really, he’s a sweetheart. If anybody is having trouble with social issues, or is having issues in a class and doesn’t have the confidence to ask a teacher (there are some pretty intimidating Hogwarts teachers) than you can go to him, and he’ll be perfectly happy to help or give advise.

- Gryffindor head boy Daichi, who is very protective of everybody in his house. Do not mess with them or risk being hexed.

- Hufflepuff half blood Suga, who was surprised to become headboy. But he embraces it, and does his best to take care of house.

- Gryffindor Ushijima, who is a formidable beater on the Gryffindor quidditch team.

- Slytherin pureblood Tendou, who’s best class is defense against the dark arts. He intends to one day become an auror.

- Gryffindor Hinata who is loved by everybody in his house due to his innocence and endearing personality, though people from other houses don’t like him.

- muggleborn Kageyama, who knew nothing about Hogwarts before he arrived, but expected to be put in Slytherin. He was shocked when he became a Gryffindor, but ended up getting along with everybody after the initial introductions.

- Hufflepuff Lev who looks up to Slytherin Kuroo and Ravenclaw Yaku, because of their skill on the quidditch pitch.

- Hinata who’s best class is charms. He’s not very good at his other classes, but somehow he manages to get near top marks every year.

- Asahi, the anxious muggleborn Hufflepuff, who is constantly worried that people don’t like him. He’s often followed around by a halfblood Gryffindor Noya, who insists that his vast knowledge of herbology is Amazing.

- Asahi eventually becoming confident in himself as a Wizard, and working towards a job in magical medicine, since he knows that there are many plants that can be used for medicinal purposes, and more hat haven’t been discovered.

- Nishinoya who is Gryffindors seeker, who’s “rolling thunder” move is loved by everybody in the house.

- Ennoshita being Gryffindors quidditch captain. He plays keeper, and is loved by his team.


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I’ll be posting more of these in the future. And don’t forget that I’m still taking requests in my ask box!

(Part two and three have been posted)

anonymous asked:

Hiya! Love love love the fics you write! It brings a smile to my face seeing the stories you put out :) If by chance you're still taking prompts, could you do one where Bets and Juggy don't really know each other but Jughead gets a job as the pizza delivery guy and Betty (who has a little crush) ends up ordering pizzas frequently just so she could see him

Thanks! And aww this is cute!
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Throwing her head on top of her text book, Betty sighed frustrated. What was she doing wrong? It was calculus, her favorite subject, so why was her brain just a pile of mush tonight?

Her parents were away for three weeks, some journalism conference her mother had dragged her father on. The absence of the constant hovering helped her to relax and she took a deep breathe. She was tired, juggling midterms, extra curriculars, and her part time job at the Riverdale bakery, was really taking its toll and she definitely wasn’t getting enough sleep.

Suddenly the sound of her doorbell ringing snapped her out of her thoughts. Dinner. She grabbed the money off her desk and practically ran to retrieve her pizza. Tripping on a sneaker by the door, she stumbled out bumping right into the boy holding the paper box.
“I am so sorry! I just tripped…” trailing off, her eyes widened when she saw the familiar looking boy at her front door.

Jughead jones, mysteriously dark and handsome as ever. She noticed him nearly everyday, he never payed her any attention, but he never really payed anyone any attention. Ronnie always teased her about the way she stared at him in the halls. He was ridiculously handsome, but he hid it behind crown shaped beanies and headphones. She knew for a fact she wasn’t his type, but that didn’t stop her from admiring him.

“It’s okay, gotta watch out for rogue sneakers.” He was smirking shyly, as he held out the pizza for her. She smiled back apologetically handing him the twenty dollar bill.
“It’s Jughead right? We go to school together! I’m Betty. Betty..”
“Betty Cooper” he cut her off “I know who you are” he said quickly, looking away from her face.

She blushed prettily “oh! Well it’s nice to finally meet you, face to face.”
He nodded, shooting her a genuine smile
“It’s nice to meet you too Betty cooper.”

She giggled “well I better get back inside. This calculus homework is kicking my butt.” She groaned

“It’s Friday?” Jughead said raising an eyebrow and smiling.

“Hey, midterms wait for no one mister!” She scolded gently.

He laughed, stepping off of her porch
“I’ll let you get to it then, have a good night ms.cooper” he tapped his nose, walking back to his delivery van.

“Night juggie!” He turned around at the nickname, raising a brow and smiling curiously.

“What?” Betty giggled “I like it. It’s cute.”

Rolling his eyes he turned away
“Whatever you say… bets.”

She laughed, as she walked back inside. Leaning up against the closed door, she couldn’t help the squeal that came from her lips. She totally had to text Veronica.
***

Saturday night was spent alone again, leaning over a text book trying desperately to memorize the formulas. It was impossible. This whole damn class was impossible.

The doorbell rang, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Pizza. Jughead? She reallly hoped so. Adjusting the light yellow tank top, she ran her hands over her bare legs, exposed in her barely there sleep shorts. Alright Betty cooper, here we go.

Opening the door, she couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face when she saw it was him. As soon as he saw her smile, he matched it with his own.

“Two times in two days, to what do I owe the honor?”
She giggled “you owe it to my very hungry stomach.” She reached for the pizza.

“What’s got you all on your own on a Saturday night, figured a girl like you would have plans.”
He asked nonchalantly, weighing the box in his hands.
She raised a brow “a girl like me?”

“Popular, cheerleader, captain of the Riverdale track team?” He shrugged

She laughed “I haven’t gone out on a Saturday since I was thirteen. As you’ve mentioned, I’m a bit busy most of the time. Anyway I’ve gotta master this stupid calculus packet, or I won’t be going anywhere for a very long time.” She sighed, leaning against the door frame.

Suddenly his fingers were reaching for her and she stifled a gasp as he plucked the pencil from out of her hair.

“The packet mr.seas gave us? I just finished that this morning. I could help you if you’d like.” He stuck the pencil in his mouth and stared her in the eyes.

She felt her eyes being pulled down to his mouth, gently chewing on the pencil. She snapped back to reality.

“Really? That would be so great! But don’t you have to finish your shift?” She asked concerned, no way was he getting in trouble over her.

He smiled “you’re my last stop of the day. I’ve just gotta drop off the van, I can be back here in half an hour.”

She was practically a bundle of excited nerves now
“Yes! I mean totally, that would be awesome.”

He laughed

“Alright, it’s a date”

They both stared at each other wide eyed, realizing what he had just said, when she saw his mouth move to take it back, she cut In

“It’s a date.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk away

“See ya soon sunshine.”

sidney crosby // name on your back

a/n: double upload in honor of game 2 of the stanley cup finals tonight! let’s go pens!!

warnings: none

who: sidney x reader

premise: you usually wear your twin’s jersey, but your boyfriend, Sidney, has something to say about it…

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Your family had always been a hockey family. Growing up, while everyone else was always preparing for the super bowl or playing baseball in the park, you and your three brothers were hitting pucks into soccer goals and racing everyone on the ice as soon as the pond froze over. Your father had played in in college and your mother had fallen in love with the sport as soon as she fell in love with dad.

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Second Chance

Jung Hoseok x Reader

Summary: He would’ve done anything for a second chance, but what would that ‘anything’ be?

A/n: Inspired by my gal @h-obii


He missed you. He missed you so so much. With every smile came the thumping beating of his innocent heart. With every laugh came the inevitable feeling of love that rushed through his veins. It was an indescribable feeling - a feeling he could not even bear to understand, but it walked with him like a patch on his shoulder.

“Hobi! Let’s go already!” You cried out with a signature smile that made his mind go blank. Nothing really could make the captain of the dance team completely blank out other than the sweet sweet voice of you.

If only he could hear your voice once more. Just once more.

“Hobi? Hey, take off your headphones already!” You giggled and he scoffed, slipping his headphones off to let your sweet voice overcome his senses.

But why did this have to happen?

“Happy Birthday, Hoseok! I love you so much!” A large wrapped box was in your arms as you extended it towards him, giving nothing less than your million dollar smile.

Of all people, why was it you that suffered this fate?

“H-Hoseok, it really hurts.”

He wanted a second chance. He wanted you back.

“Hey, I think I might actually die, Hoseok.” You whispered, a weak smile plastered on your face. Tubes extending from your body and your weak body resting on the dove white hospital bed.

Anything… Anything to get you back in his life. Anything.

“We’re gathered today to mourn the death of a beautiful, beloved child: (F/n)-”

Anything to let you live the life you never got to live.

“Now, (F/n)’s family for their words.”

Anything to keep your smile alive.

“She was an amazing girl who always smiled.”

Anything to have your warmth in his once more.

“If only fate was kind enough.”

Anything!

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Barnes and You: Part One

Summary: You’re just a mere college student trying to get by; when you’re not in class you’re working at your local bookstore or writing on your laptop. One day, when Tony Stark shows up with the Avengers for the release of his new book, you’re starstruck at the sight of the metal armed soldier.

Warnings: second hand embarrassment, sexual tension

A/N: This is going to be a multipart miniseries that I’m writing because why the fuck not. Later parts will contain angst, fluff, smut, Jealous!Bucky, and much more secondhand embarrassment. Also, if you want to be added to the permanent tag list you have to send me an ask. Just. Send. Me. An. Ask.

(Part Two) (Part Three)


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first lady, one.

Originally posted by kths

summary: y/n was the one of the finest of her school when it came to ice hockey and her fame spread for all the championship territory once she became the first girl to make it to the team in almost two decades. but what happens when she finds that she’s not called first lady just because of her skills?
pairing: taehyung x reader
word count: 3.1k
content: kinda fluff, angst, mention of physical violence, high school!au, ice hockey!au

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

The door set wide open made it easier to a helmet to be thrown across the locker room, compensating the turbulent flight by softly landing on a pile of towels on the farthest corner. Unfortunately, only the helmet had the chance of changing its previous mood: it didn’t take two seconds for you to stomp in, finding your balance over your blades at ease as you seemed to not get enough of cursing. Punches and kicks with no destiny keeping company to every word that left your mouth - 90% of those were profanities and the last 10% his name.

You finally took a seat when your head spinned around a thousand times in a nanosecond, allowing you to remember the known taste of anger and how it worked on you. It made you feel dizzy as hell and forget how to think, your whole being concentrating on what it felt, basically. The scenes from the past five minutes bombarding your brain and making your blood reach a whole new level of ebullition as you wore off your gear. 

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Sergeant John Forge:

Sergeant John Forge (Service Number 63492-94758-JF) was a veteran non-commissioned officer and an infantryman in the UNSC Marine Corps. Although he excelled in tactics and combat, his repeated acts of insubordination caused him to receive three demotions, with infractions such as fighting with an officer, (which resulted in 2.4 years in jail time), and striking a superior officer. He sported an ace of spades playing card attached to his left shoulder pauldron, and also carried a combat knife he named “Lucy.”

Early Life:

Born on Earth on May 29, 2501, Forge’s life revolved around the military. His family lineage had been a part of the military for generations, dating as far back as World War II. He joined boot camp at the minimum age 16, where his superiors remarked there was “something special” about him. Forge and his wife fathered a daughter, Lucy Orion “Rion” Forge, around 2525. Although John’s marriage was strained even before the birth of his child, he and Rion would always remain on good terms.

Forge worked a stint as a military policeman on Mars and did some “grunt work” on Epsilon Eridani IV during the Insurrection. However, he hated policing and jumped at the chance to be assigned to Fort Marshall.

Forge was arrested twice during his service. His first arrest was for directly disobeying orders and disorderly conduct. Even though his actions saved four members of his squad, Forge spent a total of 2.4 years in prison, an infraction that removed any chance of moving through Officer Candidate School or even progressing beyond the rank of sergeant.

His second arrest occurred around August 17, 2530. Forge’s then-five-year-old daughter, Rion, and her aunt Jillian were waiting for John in a bar when Lieutenant Prosser started making sexual advances on Jillian. When the lieutenant made a suggestive comment toward Rion, Jillian struck Prosser, prompting him to shove her against a wall. At this point John arrived and confronted the lieutenant. They engaged in a fist fight, with charges brought upon the sergeant. However, Rion proclaimed her father as a hero and all charges were dropped, where he was later reassigned to the UNSC Spirit of Fire by Admiral Preston Cole himself. Spirit of Fire’s commanding officer, Captain James Cutter, came to trust Forge so thoroughly that he granted the sergeant a degree of authority significantly exceeding that afforded by his rank.

Reclamation of Harvest:

In February 2531, Spirit of Fire was sent to assist the crippled Marathon-class heavy cruiser UNSC Prophecy in the Epsilon Indi system. Captain Cutter ordered the Prophecy’s navigation database and survivors to be recovered, sending Forge and multiple Marine fireteams on board the vessel while Spirit of Fire engaged several Covenant ships. Forge’s Pelican dropship was hit by enemy fire and crash landed on the Prophecy’s hull. Forge and Team Lima breached and boarded the Prophecy, whereupon they were attacked by Kig-Yar Rangers. Forge’s ankle was broken during the engagement. With the guidance of Serina, Spirit of Fire’s AI, he was able to find the a terminal to recover the ship’s black box and wipe its navigation core while the rest of Team Lima rescued the ship’s survivors. Serina warned Forge that the Prophecy’s AI may “act peculiar” due to high radiation levels.

Upon scanning his retina to gain access to the terminal, Forge was halted by the ship’s AI, FitzGibbon, who explained he could not allow him to enter due to the latter’s poor service record. Forge reminded the AI of the Cole Protocol, stating that he was aboard the vessel to ensure the protocol would not to be violated. FitzGibbon then reluctantly allowed Forge into the terminal room and enabled radiation repair routines. Forge purged the navigation database and returned to the Pelicans as FitzGibbon activated Prophecy’s self-destruct sequence, which soon scuttled the ship. After the Marines and Forge escaped with the survivors, they were taken to Spirit of Fire’s medical bay. When Forge asked how the survivors were doing, Serina told him that they would all soon die due to all of them suffering extensive radiation poisoning. Forge was angered by the AI’s indifference towards the survivors and comforted them in their final moments, believing that even if they would soon be dead, they were still people and so deserved better.

Forge was sent to the surface of Harvest on his first mission to scout out Covenant activity in the northern polar region of the planet. He drove through Quadrant 4 to find a battalion of Sangheili that an AV-14 Hornet squadron had spotted earlier. Reporting the Covenant activity to his superiors, as to how the aliens had found a a Forerunner structure buried within the ice, he returned to the overrun UNSC Alpha Base, and helped organize scattered Marine units along the way. Forge and his rag-tag assault force were able to retake Alpha Base a short-time later. Before the Relic was demolished by the Covenant, the Forerunner site is captured by Forge and Marine forces. Professor Ellen Anders was then sent to the planet’s surface to personally investigate the relic, and Forge reluctantly escorted her inside.[14] He was present when Anders activated a Forerunner holographic projection of a star map, and protected her when they were ambushed by a team of Sangheili warriors. Spirit of Fire then evacuated most of her ground troops, including Forge, and set course for Arcadia, a UNSC colony planet to which the star map had pointed.[12]

Arcadia:

After arriving at Arcadia, Forge was among the first UNSC troops to set foot in the besieged capital of Pirth City, where he aided the evacuation of civilians aboard three cargo vessels. When the civilian transports took off, Forge and his men abandoned the besieged city and fell back to the outskirts. There, he took part in the destruction of a nearby Covenant base, assisted by Spartan teams Red and Omega. He also participated in the battle to destroy a Covenant energy dome which was protecting an unfinished Type-29 Scarab. After a short battle, the UNSC forces succeeded in destroying the Scarab. While he and Anders were surveying the area, Arbiter Ripa ‘Moramee ambushed them. Forge was swiftly defeated and was about to be killed, until Anders stopped the Arbiter by agreeing to go with him without incident. After Spartan Red Team’s unsuccessful attempt to stop the Arbiter from escaping, they immediately retreated back to the Spirit of Fire. Spirit of Fire then made a slipspace jump in pursuit of 'Moramee’s retreating vessel.

Shield world:

After Spartan Jerome-092 recommended destroying 'Moramee’s ship and killing Anders rather than let classified information fall into Covenant hands, Forge confronted the Spartan. The altercation resulted in a broken chair, a seal malfunction on a bulkhead and a stern interruption from Serina. From then on, Forge and Jerome always ate together in the mess hall.

Upon arriving at a mysterious planet, Forge was sent to the planet’s surface, where he and his forces encountered the Flood. It was soon discovered that the world was not a planet at all, but a Forerunner shield world. Immediately following this revelation, Forge was put in charge of the evacuation of the Spirit’s ground troops and the decontamination of Flood from the ship’s dorsal surface. By chance, he came upon the recently escaped Ellen Anders in the shield world’s interior and escorted her back to the Spirit of Fire.

Forge was then put in charge of the strike team that would deliver the Spirit’s Shaw-Fujikawa Translight Engine to the Apex Site; the SFTE had been rigged as a bomb to destroy the shield world and deny its armada of Forerunner dreadnoughts to the Covenant. Atop the Apex, he once again faced 'Moramee in battle, while the Spartans of Red Team eliminated the Arbiter’s comrades. Although Forge was nearly killed, he overcame his foe at the last minute by tricking the Arbiter to look him in the eye, and then stabbing him in the neck with his prized combat knife, “Lucy”. He then picked up the Arbiter’s energy sword and drove it through the Sangheili’s stomach, killing him. As Alice-130 rolled the Arbiter’s corpse off the platform, Jerome examined the engine, realizing that it had been damaged in the fight.

When it became clear that the damaged slipspace drive would have to be detonated manually, Forge realized that the Spartans would play a far greater role in the war than he ever could. He volunteered to take the FTL drive into the shield world’s artificial star. Forge gave the Spirit’s crew the time they needed to escape the hollow planet and then detonated the drive, sacrificing his own life, but dealing the Covenant a massive blow in the process.

Legacy:

Spirit of Fire was declared lost with all hands on February 10, 2534, though many bereaved family members refused to accept the official statement. On his deathbed, Forge’s father encouraged Rion to keep up the search for the truth regarding the ship’s disappearance. Rion spent the ensuing years seeking closure for her father’s disappearance, eventually becoming a scavenger. In January 2557, she followed a series of leads that pointed to the log buoy Spirit of Fire had dropped at Arcadia, which in turn took her to the remains of Shield World 0459. There she encountered what remained of the former caretaker of the facility, a fragmentary ancilla she later dubbed “Little Bit”, which provided her the trajectory Spirit of Fire had followed when escaping the shield world.

runningalchemist  asked:

Could you do Roy and Olivier for #40?

Okay I’m sorry. I should be ashamed, but I laughed so much writing this. It begins with Royai, but Olivier does appear, I promise.

Features some Royai flirting, innuendo, Olivier bashing Roy. Lots of my favourite things.

Hope you enjoy this!

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It was Friday evening, and General Mustang had given his team an early start to their weekend. Captain Hawkeye had taken a long lunch for a shopping trip in lieu of the half day the other members of the team had taken. When she returned to the office, the General was alone and scribbling furiously.

“Ah you’re here,” Roy said looking up from the paperwork.

She smiled at him. “I thought I might join you here rather than sit alone in the outer office.”

“You know you’re always welcome in here.”

It was then he noticed was carrying a cardboard box. She turned around to place the box on the floor by the coat rack. Roy frowned at her back as she took off her coat and hung it up.

Is that what I think it is? Oh - I really hope it is. Do I say something? No - I’ll play it cool. Maybe she wants to surprise me?

Roy composed himself by the time Riza turned around. If I’m good, I might be in for a treat later.

“Are you alright, General? You look tense.”

“You know how much I hate paperwork.”

Despite his resolve to play it cool, his mind was providing him with unhelpful images of Riza that were a little risqué for the work environment.

She broke his intense gaze. “Have you caught up on the Fuhrer’s paperwork yet?”

He groaned in response.

“Best get back to work, then,” Riza said. “I’ll just get the files from my desk.”


When Riza left the room, Roy got up from the desk. He moved over as close as he dared to the box. Her quick footsteps alerted him to her return and he sat on the edge of his desk. His curiosity was killing him; he wasn’t going to able to concentrate until he knew.

“What are you doing, General?” Riza held the files to her chest as he slipped down from the desk.

“So tell me,” Roy drawled, “did you and Catalina enjoy your shopping trip?”

Riza raised her eyebrow. “Since when have you been interested in shopping?” She put the files down on the smaller desk in the corner.

“Actually,” he began. He waggled his eyebrows. “I happen to be very interested in what’s in that box.”

She froze. “Did you open it?”

He shook his head. “I recognise the packaging from a certain boutique that specialises in ladies’ underthings. Am I right?”

Riza’s lips thinned. “Been there often?”

Shit.

He automatically took a step backward and banged the back of his legs against the desk. “No! No - it’s not what you think.”

She crossed her arms. “Is that so?”

“I have a lot of sisters.” He shrugged. “I saw a lot of things I probably shouldn’t living with Aunt Chris.”

She relaxed her posture. “I’m not sure if I believe you.”

He held out the palms of his hands. “Come on Riza, I want to see. Nobody else is here.”

“I know what you’re doing. You are procrastinating.”

“Partly, but mainly I want to see what’s in the box.”

He smirked as he walked across the room toward her. She arched a brow as he closed the distance between them. They were close, but not quite touching.

“Please,” he whispered into her ear.

She let out a small groan, as she leaned backwards a little and used her arms to brace herself against the desk.

“You know the rules, General. No touching at work.”

He moved backward and held out his palms. “I’m not touching you.”

Riza rolled her eyes. “This could be classed as sexual harassment.”

“Hmmph.” He pulled back more from her. “You’re going to show me later anyway.” He stuck out his lower lip in a pout.

“Maybe?”

His eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, maybe?”

Riza smirked at him. “You’re a sap, you know that.”

“But I’m yours. Come on Riza, please.”

“Will you actually get some work done, if I show you?”

“Yes - I promise.”

She sighed. “Fine, but I’m not putting them on right now.”

“I’m more interested in taking them off you, rather than you putting them on.”

She laughed and threw her head back. “It’s a good job I bought them especially for me then.”

She picked up the box from under the coat rack and handed it to him. He placed it on the desk eagerly and pulled back the tissue. Inside were a pair of black, lace panties with a matching bra.

He took the bra and panties out. “Why such beautiful workmanship and craft! I wonder just how resilient they are?”

“if you tear them, you’ll have to buy me a new pair.” Riza’s lip twitched. “Put them back. I promise you’ll get to throw them around later.”

He locked his eyes on hers. “I’ll keep you to that.”

The sound of footsteps in the outer office interrupted the moment. Roy put the bra back in the box, but the panties slipped from his grasp.

“Find the panties,” Riza hissed.

Roy couldn’t see them anywhere.

There was a sharp rap on the door. “Mustang, I need to talk to you.”

“One moment,” Roy squeaked.

“I don’t see them,” he added in an undertone to Riza.

There was no time. Riza shoved the box out of sight under her desk. They would just have to hope the panties were out of sight.

The unappreciated guest ignored him and opened the door just as Roy sat at his desk.

“Mustang, Hawkeye.”

They stood to attention and saluted. “Major General Armstrong.”

Olivier looked around the room. “Did the rest of your team get fed up of you?”

“I gave them a half day.”

Olivier tutted. “And what did you do wrong, Hawkeye?”

“I took my half day in the morning, sir.”

Olivier threw down a letter on Roy’s desk. Roy went to open it.

“It’s a formal request for a transfer-” The General cut her sentence short as she stared at the other side of his desk.

With mounting horror, Roy realised she had found the missing underwear to the right of his desk. He could only guess that the panties had stuck to his shoes and he had inadvertently carried them there.

Olivier strided across the room and picked up the underwear with her sword before Roy could so much as stand up. “I believe you dropped something, Mustang?”

All three stared at the black lace panties dangling from Olivier’s sword.

“Surely, these can’t belong to Captain Hawkeye,” said Olivier, “because that would mean some illegal fraternisation.”

She arched an eyebrow, looking from Roy to Riza.

Roy shrugged sheepishly. “They have nothing to do with the Captain. Um - they are mine.” He flashed the Roy Mustang Sex On Legs smile, that made most women quiver. It didn’t work on Armstrong for some reason; it never did. Still he had to try. “They must have fallen out from my pocket.”

Olivier smirked. “I always thought that you preened like a peacock Mustang. I should have known you were compensating for something.”

Roy turned a shade of puce, his hands clenched at his sides.

“They are mine,” Riza interrupted.

Roy and Olivier’s heads swivelled towards her.

“I was doing some shopping,” Riza continued, “and the men got wind of it. I think the General was trying to preserve my dignity, even though he just invaded my privacy.”

Riza delivered the half-lie and a convincing glare at him. Roy bowed his head a little and scratched at the back of his neck.

“It’s not as bad as it sounds.”

“Hmph.” Olivier threw the panties at Roy’s face. He caught them before they hit the floor. “It makes no odds to me what, or who, you do.”

Olivier put her sword back in its sheath and looked over at Riza. “Hawkeye, I thought you had more taste than this cretin.”

Olivier turned around and headed for the door.

“General?”

“What is it, Mustang?”

“The letter, sir.”

Olivier didn’t even turn around. “Oh that. Never mind, I don’t think Captain Hawkeye would want to be transferred to Briggs anyway. She prefers playing with fire.”

Fin

Voltron Hogwarts AU

Part 1/?

“Shiro! Allura!” 

Black robes filtered across Platform 9 ¾ to reveal Shiro running a hand through his hair, a dazed expression on his face as Allura chatted emphatically to him. At the sound of their names the two heads, light and dark, snapped up. “Matt!” Allura waved, a wide smile on her face. 

Matt wove through the crowd, hand around Pidge’s wrist to keep her in tow. “Hey guys!” He pulled the two of them into a hug, ruffling Shiro’s hair. “Long time no see,” he winked. 

“Yes, a whole three weeks since we were in London!” Allura laughed.

“How was your summer, Pidge?” Shiro turned to his friend’s sister with a smile, dodging Matt’s attempts to get him into a headlock. 

Pidge smiled, holding her new books to her chest, “It was good! I finally figured out the Hiccoughing Po-”

“-Isn’t she growing up so fast?” Matt cut her off, nearly bowling her over with the force of his side-hug. 

Allura giggled, “Leave her alone!”

“You should see Keith, that kid’s a bean stalk-” Shiro smirked, his eyes scanning the platform. 

“We’ll find him on the train,” Allura said, laying a hand on Shiro’s shoulder for a moment before pulling it away; no one missed the red that flared in her cheeks when she met Matt’s raised brows. 

— “You wanna go find the other two?” Keith nodded his head toward the compartment door.

Pidge’s eyes snapped up, her book thumping shut. “Yes- I can’t listen to these three talk about NEWTS anymore!”

The two made their way down from the front car, slipping past the trolley witch until they saw two familiar figures throwing Bertie Bott’s at each other. After the shuffling of September 1st hugs and high fives, and the ensuing scuffle over Lance’s last box of jelly beans, the gang fell into their usual pattern. 

“So Keith,” Lance raised his brow, lips curled in a gleefully mischievous smile, “How does it feel to know your brother is Head Boy? Seems like your year’s gonna be pretty lame now that Shiro’s a narc.”

Keith rolled his eyes as the rest of the compartment snickered, flicking what he had determined to be a vomit flavored bean at Lance. Hunk paused in the middle of inspecting an unidentified flavor to add, “Lance, you do realize that both of your team captains are Head Boy and Girl? You’re totally screwed.”

“They’re what?” Lance’s mouth dropped, his wand clattering to the floor. 

“You didn’t know?” Pidge asked over Keith’s gratified chuckling, “Allura’s Head Girl. I’d say it was nepotism but we all saw her call a foul on her own team last year-”

“-That was Hunk’s fault for throwing his club!” Lance cried indignantly.

“That was an accident,” Hunk retorted, “You didn’t have to catch it!”

Laughter rang out from the compartment, the train whistle announcing the start of another year as Hogwarts loomed into view.

A Medic And Her Captain

For @anonymouslydevious65 who wanted kakasaku SWAT team AU with hate to love. I don’t know much about SWAT so I played it off like it was a shinobi team. I hope you like it!

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               “This is all your fault!” Haruno glared at the man across from her, whispering angrily in the dark.

               “My fault? This is your fault!” Kakashi spat back at her.

               She rolled her eyes at him and muttered curses under her breath. “Whatever. Who knows how long we’re going to have to stay down here?”

               At her question, he glanced up at the bared hatch they had slipped through. The moonlight barely slipped through giving them just enough light to see each other’s faces. He figured they were in a basement of sorts. There were boxes all around them and the dust that covered even the floor told him that no one had been down there in probably years. He knew they would be safe here, well hidden from the enemy.

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Falling (John Laurens x Reader)

Prompt: CAN U DO A HARRY POTTER AU WHERE THE READER IS LIKE A HUFFLEPUFF OR RAVENCLAW AND LIKE READER GETS HURT DURING A QUIDDITCH MATCH AND GETS KNOCKED OUT AND LAURENS IS JUST SHIT SHES HURT. THANK U

Summary: It’s the first game of the year and you can’t wait to get back out on the field

Warnings: Ummmm idk I don’t think any
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It was game day! You’d been itching to get back on the field since the ending of the last game. You were so excited, you couldn’t contain it.
“Can someone get the hufflepuff a chill pill. She looks like she’s about pee her pants.” You heard over your shoulder. You turned to see Thomas, a Slytherin seventh year. You rolled your eyes decidedly and ignored him.
“The fuck did you just say Jefferson?” You heard Alex yell. You sighed, of course he’d want to fight. Stupid gryffindors.
“Hey don’t listen to him, be as excited as you want to be, we know how much you love quidditch.” John said putting an arm around your shoulder.
“I know, he’s just being rude. That’s just him, but someone better reign Alex in before he gets sent to McGonagall.” You said and all of you turned to look at Alex and Jefferson yelling at each other.
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You stood in the locker room alone strapping your gear into place. When you were done you walked out to the common area in the locker room to see your captain giving a pep talk. You listened to it, but you didn’t need it you were ready to play, and to knock Jefferson down from his high horse. Or broom? Whatever doesn’t matter.
As you walked out onto the field you looked up into the crowd. You saw four guys sitting in the Gryffindor section, they were almost falling out of the box screaming and jumping. You laughed at them and shook your head. When you met the other team on the field you were standing across from Jefferson. You have the politest smile you could and he sneered. You got on to your broom and looked to Madame Hooch for the whistle to start the game.
Madame Hooch blew the whistle and you flew into the sky. You did a quick sweep of the field. You hovered over the left side of the field, as you looked for a golden glint. You could see Jefferson looking at you, watching your every move. You rolled your eyes.
That’s how the game went, you flew around looking for the snitch. You’d been seeker since second year and you’d always found it a little boring. Then you’d see the snitch and case after it and you wouldn’t think it was so boring.
One thing that made you a good seeker is that everything caught your attention. Then again that could also be seen as a weakness than a strength. Your eyes would dart around quickly scanning everything and absorbing it.
Slytherin had just scored when you saw it. The snitch was floating at the bottom of the field behind the Slytherin goal. You sped towards it, Jefferson saw you and followed suit. You were about to swipe it when the golden ball flew straight up in the air. You turned your direction and went up at a sharp angle. Jefferson was close behind you.
You flew as fast as you could, you had to win. Jefferson did the same. You were neck and neck, your arms reaching out for the wing, when you were shoved. Hard. You fell off balance and for a moment you didn’t think you were going to fall. Then you did. You could hear the crowd yelling as you fell, your life flashing before your eyes. You didn’t know what happened after fifty feet from the ground because your world went black.
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John was so in love with you it was funny. What was even funnier was who blind you were to it.
“Look at her she’s beautiful.” John said a little dreamily as he stared out at the field.
“Yes John we know, she’s so beautiful. Everything about her is beautiful, we know. Her eyes, her laugh, her smile, she’s beautiful. Her soul is pure and kind, and she’s too good for you. We know.” Alexander said rolling his eyes. Laf and Herc laughed at Alexander’s words. He didn’t have any room to talk never shutting up about Eliza Schuyler, a sixth year ravenclaw.
“Well she is!” John exclaimed a blush rushing over his tanned and freckled skin. He watched as you flew over the field. He gasped as you flew down and then up.
“She’s found it!” He cried and drew his friends attention to you shooting up in the air.
“Finally it’s been an hour.” Alexander said and then proceeded to shout encouragement from his place beside John. Then you fell, and John’s heart plummeted. He was pushing and shoving his way to the stairs and down to the field. When he got to the bottom, you were crumpled on the ground your teammates surrounding you and teachers rushing to you. He ran as fast as he could, but when he reached the crowd of people you’d already been taken to Madame Pompfrey.
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“Is she okay?”
“Where is she?”
“We’re her friends we deserve to know!”
“Oui! She will want to see us!”
You heard this as you started to wake up. You sat up as best you could. Everything hurt and you were dizzy. You looked at the door four guys were yelling at the nurse and you shook your head.
“If you boys keep that up you’ll give her a heart attack.” You said and they pushed past the woman and made their way to you.
“Thank Merlin you’re okay!” John said and grabbed your hand. You blushed and he pulled up a chair next to your bed.
“You do know you’re supposed to stay on your broom right?” Alex said and sat on the foot of your bed.
“Oui, you cannot scare us like that. You’ll break John’s heart that way.” Laf said and standing behind the foot board.
“Yeah, John over here almost pushed us over the edge trying to get to you. It was crazy.” You blushed even more as they kept talking.
“Well uh thanks, did anyone talk to Jefferson. He’s the one who pushed me.” They all looked to Alex who was already cracking his knuckles.
“Not yet, but I will.” Alex said and stood. He started walking towards the door; Herc and Laf gave you apologetic smiles and followed after him. Leaving only you and John alone.
“Did you really almost push people out of the stands to get to me?” You asked and he blushed, his freckles more noticeable. He nodded and you gave him a sweet smile and kissed his cheek.
“That’s sweet. Thank you.” You said and grabbed his hand.
“My pleasure.” He said and brought you hands to his lips.

Haikyuu!! Chapter 246: Night

All I can say on this chapter can be summed up as Konoka, you’re so pretty and adorable and OMG, Tanaka, you clueless, clueless boy.

And thank you, thank you Furudate-sensei for Kuroo and his interaction with Daichi. (sue me, I am a kurodai fan ;p)

I adore the rivalry between Karasuno and Nekoma. They are truly the best embodiment of a rival as in friends that push each other to become better.

As someone has noted in another Tumblr post (I’ve seen and liked a tad too many of them hahaha to remember which, I think it’s @blackandorange​’s), everyone has their favorite player/s in the other team. The third years are drawn to the other third years, Suga and Yaku as fellow team mom and Asahi and Kai as fellow long-suffering mediator. Tanaka and Yamamoto being carbon copy to each other. Hinata who is everyone’s favorite (coughharemcough) and draws more players than most. Kenma’s expression is precious btw. That’s the most open and pleased expression I’ve seen on Kenma.

But of course, most notably are the captains. They are the first to seek and greet the other whenever their teams meet. Kurodai fan or not, that look on Daichi’s face in the first panel is definitely fond. He always has that look, usually accompanied by irritation to whatever provocation Kuroo throws at him. I’m not surprised if all this time Kuroo and Daichi have been keeping in touch like Hinata and Kenma.

I know both look somber, but damn. I cannot help feeling spoiled just seeing them both side-by-side and so captain-like. The first day is a reality check to them who experience nationals for the first time, but they doesn’t let it show and keep themselves together for the sake of their team.

(And Shibayama, you adorable observant puppy)

I feel second hand embarrassment just watching Tanaka. He actually got a pretty girl that likes him, and he just have to ruin it. How can you break her heart Tanaka???? Hahaha, I hope it won’t affect Tanaka’s play in the second day. Sorry Konoka for the dense, clueless idiot.

Honestly, I can ship them. But at the same time, I don’t want Konoka to be just another, or worse, token love interest. It is a bit a change with her being part of a team that has actual shot for winning nationals. But she shares similarities with Yui, such as being childhood friends and inspired by the boy. Why girls have to be inspired by a boy? Well, inspiration can come from anywhere… including boys (and Tanaka is hella inspirational, even as a kid), but still… Can we just want to do something simply because we want to?

(Tanaka looks less like Kyoutani when he is little, and definitely friendlier)

The last panel does explain well the somber looks on the captains’ faces. The strongest teams are not there yet.

The real challenge is coming.

@sai-genos​ has summed it neatly in their ask box that Furudate-sensei has set up 6 rival teams for Karasuno: Nekoma, Fukurodani, Hoshiumi’s team and the three seeded schools. Karasuno has five games to win Nationals, and considering how all three Tokyo teams and seeded school are placed in different groups, they are likely only meet three of them, hopefully one of them is Nekoma. (prayer hands emoji)

Yamaguchi to the rescue!

Yamaguchi is such a mom friend. He is just like Suga. You know, I wonder what’s in store for Yamaguchi. I want to see him a regular in the future, but he is a Middle Blocker like Tsukishima and Hinata, and… they’re pretty much set for regular position. So someone is gonna switch to Wing Spiker in the future? But well, let’s just worry about the current tournament first..

Omegaverse AU with Fon, Ryohei, and Bel.

Bel

You had been parading different dresses for Bel for hours now. You have been getting warmer and warmer the more he stared at you when you came out in a new outfit. His ginning did not let up, getting wider with each new outfit. You fidgeted every time he eyed you up and down, taking in the dress you told yourself.

Bel had preyed on you for months now. The alpha always seemed to be around every corner or in every shadow, staring at you with that ever present grin. The way he stares at him always gives you chills. You try to suppress your desire, why would an alpha like him give you a second glance. He was just messing with you, you told yourself, but at this moment as you stood in front of him in this beautiful dress you couldn’t help but get your hopes up.

“This one next.” He presented another dress to you.

“O-Okay.” You took the dress, not finding it in yourself to refuse.

You went to the dressing room to change into the dress, but stopped short as you pulled on the new dress. You felt unbelievably hot, you groaned as your body trembled. You were in heat. You thought you would be home by now, but Bel had stopped- took- you to try on dresses for some reason. You tried to concentrate on the dress and not the knot in your stomach or the preparation beginning to wet your panties, or how you could smell the presence of a strong alpha, Bel, from the dressing room. As if called upon Bel entered the dressing room, not caring if you were dressed or not, grinning. You spun around facing him; half dressed, pressing your back to the mirror. You tried to control yourself, panting, knees buckling, needing to be taken right now.

“Principessa.” Bel called closing the distance between you two.

You couldn’t hold back any longer and it seemed neither could he. You turned to face the mirror and watched his grin widen as he cut the dress off of you and ripped your panties off. You moaned as he entered you, thrusting  roughly.

“Finally principessa.” He groaned before biting your neck marking you as his.

Ryohei

 You yelled the loudest when Ryohei delivered the finishing blow to his opponent, winning the interschool boxing competition. The referee raised his arm signifying his victory and you screamed your approval. Ryohei grinned at you when he showed you the medal and you couldn’t help yourself and hugged him. The other team members looked on knowingly, the alpha team captain and the omega team manager, it was already assumed that the two of you were together and it would only be a matter of time until you were mated.

After the celebration you walked home together chatting about the competition, how it came so close for him to win. He smiled brightly at you yelling about how he had to get in the right headspace to pull off the finishing blow. As he spoke you became hyper aware of him, his shifting muscles, how safe you felt around him, his scent. You tried to shake it off nodding along with his story.

“And then I got him right in the chin!” He imitated the finishing blow enthusiastically. “It was so extreme!”

You smiled at him feeling a bit warm, “Yeah. I told you, you would win. You’re the best Ryohei-kun.”

He smiled at you in embarrassment scratching his nose a bit, “The best you think so [Name]?”

Your legs shook, “Yeah.” You said before feeling your legs give out. Ryohei, quick on his feet held you up before you dropped. He looked at you in concern.

“Are you okay [Name]?” He asked still holding you.

“Huh?” You felt hot now, and his grip on your arm felt so good, “Y-Yeah, must be the second hand adrenaline.” You panted, and he stood you up.

“Are you sure [Name]?” He asked

His scent was driving you crazy. You knew what was happening now. You were in heat. This was your first time in heat. You held onto Ryohei and looked up at him in confusion, fright and desire. He seemed to instinctively know what was happening when he saw the look in your eyes and was beginning to react to you.

“Ryohei-kun I think I’m-” You moaned a bit as his grip returned on your arm drawing you in tightly.

You stared at him as his eyes darkened with want. For the first time since you knew him, Ryohei was quiet. He silently hoisted you up and began walking to what you think will be a place to properly mate.

Fon

Gentle was the first thing that came to your mind when you thought about Fon. He was always around with a kind smile and a helpful hand; at first you were surprised to hear that he was an alpha. He didn’t seem to be one that could be rough at anything, but that’s what attracted most omegas to him; the promise of a different kind of alpha. You always admired his quiet confidence and compassion, but you kept your distance not confident that you’d be able to catch his eye.

It was the middle of your heat cycle; you had taken your suppressant, not letting your heat stop you from your daily routine. It was evening, after work you headed to the park that was usually empty around this time. It was a heavily wooded park, easy to get turned in if you were not accustomed to the layout; you went straight to the pond and smiled to yourself when you found him mediating near the pond.

You sat down a distance from him making sure to be hidden by a nearby shrub. You took in the alpha’s form and sighed in satisfaction. This was enough you told yourself. After about an hour you began to feel warm. You furrowed your brow and went into your bag for your suppressants, but came up empty. You began to panic.

“Of all the time to-” Your thoughts were interrupted by a calm voice.

“[Name]?”

You looked up, face to face with Fon. You looked back at where he was previously meditating as if you would still see him there then stared at him again like a fish out of water.

“F-Fon-san” You began getting warmer, and your preparation start to soak your underwear.

“You shouldn’t have come today [Name].” Fon told you staring intensely at you.

You gasped, ‘Today? How long has he known that I come here?’ You thought.

He smiled at you getting closer to you. You couldn’t control yourself any longer. You grabbed onto him, grinding against him in your haze of desire. Fon seemed to indulge you, lifting your face so that he could kiss you deeply, you almost didn’t feel the pill he passed off to you. You swallowed it, immediately feeling the warmth subside. You broke the kiss, blushing and apologizing profusely. He just chuckled at your reaction.

“It’s fine [Name]. We can do it properly next time.”

“N-Next time?” You questioned.

He gave another kiss that was rough and wanting. You stared as he broke the kiss turning to leave.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then [Name].”  

Pride Prompt Request

This was requested by Anon: 41. “You’re sweet.” + Pride.

Word count: 231

Warnings: fluff

(gif belongs to of-badges-and-guns)

You thought you could get away with being sick.  Not on Pride’s watch.  He ordered you to stay in bed until you were better.  You wanted to be out in the field with your team, but Pride was having none of it.  He did however compromise with you.  Now you were going over case files, finding possible connections to the murder.

The agent poked his head into the bedroom, offering you a warm smile as he walked in with a cup of warm tea.  “Ah thought ya might like somethin’ta drink,” Pride spoke in a low, loving voice.  “How’s it comin’ along [Y/N]?”  Pride laid down at your feet, letting out a long sigh.

“You’re sweet, you know that?”  Once you set your tea on the nightstand, you placed a file on his tummy, smiling confidently.  “That’s your guy.  He’s the connection.”  You retrieved the cup of tea from the nightstand, taking a sip.  He always made the best tea, iced or not.  “How’s the case?”

Pride sat up, reading the file you handed him.  “Well it just got a whole lot easier thanks to you,” Pride smiled.  He got up from the bed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.  “Great work darlin’.”

You sighed contently, gathering the other files beside you and putting them back in the box.  You felt a little better knowing that you helped the team.  


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anonymous asked:

Hey! I was wondering if you could do a ushijima imagine where you are also a highly successful volleyball player and you're both team captains so in school, teachers talk to you both about developments about volley and such. So you eventually fall for each other but no one can believe it because you're both just so focused on volley? Haha I don't know if it makes sense but thank you :) (if it helps for some reason I have long dark brown hair, brown eyes and I'm 180cm tall) <3

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Even though my request box is closed, I’m always open for random questions or anything to chat about :^)

His name is Ushijima Wakatoshi, captain of the boy’s volleyball team. Tall, handsome and great at volleyball - with a bonus muscle.

The two of you would interact a bit, considering you were the captain of the girl’s volleyball team. Club captains would meet now and then, and you would always find Ushijima and sit with him.

“Could I sit here?” You asked, pointing to the empty seat beside him. “Go ahead,” Nodding, you sat beside him and looked at all the other captains of the clubs: swimming, boxing, baseball, soccer and much more.

“So, how are the boys? You know, on the team?” You always initiated conversations first because he never would, but at least he replies, “They’re doing what they’re supposed to. How is your team as well?”

“They’re fantastic! We’re looking like we could go to nationals, hopefully, we both will make it,” You answer with a smile as Ushijima nods his head at you. Even with small conversations like this, you enjoyed them.

The coaches on the boy’s and girl’s teams would time to time put the two groups together for a mixed practice, leaving you and Ushijima to get every player ready for the bigger practices.

“(Name)-san! You looked so cool talking with the boy’s captain!” A first year cried as you walked over to the team. A small smile approached your lips as, “How so?”

“It seemed like the two of you were a couple! It looked so natural between the two of you, and even better you both like volleyball!” Another girl chirps as you let out a small chuckle. “I guess you can put it that way..”

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Practice was over and you saw Ushijima picking up some volleyballs that were left on the gym floor, he was always the last one out because he always kept things in order. “Great practice today Ushijima-kun! I’m always looking forward to mix practices, It’s always a good way for the first years to practice.”

“You as well,” His low voice compliments as your lips curve into a big smile. “Ushijima-kun?” Standing up straight, he turns to face you and hums, “I like you.”

His olive eyes stare deep into your own, it was hard to see what he was thinking, but he took a step towards you and relaxed, “I like you too.” Watching your cheerful expression brought him joy, a small smile on his lips.

Once you broke the news to the teams about the relationship between the two of you, they thought it was a joke. More of the boy’s team than the girls. “How did this come to be?” Someone asked curiously, Ushijima looked at you for the answer and you gave him a small smile, “Volleyball I guess, it brought us together.”

“Aww, how romantic!~” The girls cooed and awed as the boys still tried to put pieces together, but either way, it was a refreshing sight to see Ushijima with the one he loves.

“I have a feeling that you are going to change my life.”

Bucky was stuck doing grocery shopping. He detested going to the grocery store. There were often too many people and he always had the worse luck at the carts. He always managed to get one that made incessant noises.

He grabbed the shopping list out of his back pocket that he was given by Sam an hour ago.

“Oatmeal, apples, bananas, yogurt….” he mumbled the list out loud. Bucky didn’t know how he got stuck doing the shopping. Everyone else sort of pointed their fingers at him and told him it was his turn.

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  • this is why you don’t let me binge watch reality cooking shows
  • so, eric bittle on masterchef
  • it all starts with the battle for the white apron
  • if u, unlike me, haven’t spent roughly twelve hours watching masterchef, this is the first episode or two of a season when the chefs have to cook their specialty dishes to see if they’re good enough to even get on
  • gordon ramsay roasts people before they even get in the competition..damn
  • anyway
  • bitty obv makes pie. 
  • he wins, obviously. it goes awesome.
  • bitty, talking to his competition before getting judged: good lock :)
  • bitty, talking to the camera: that pie looked fucking disgusting. i spent four years in changing rooms with college jocks, and i have literally never seen anything that absolutely awful
  • so the season starts. 

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soccer!calum

a/n: hi anon! i’ve never written soccer!calum before so this is my best attempt. i hope it’s okay! i tried to take ideas from my experience playing sports but it was hard to convert it to soccer. i used google a lot so please dont attack me if my information is wrong. 

i was going to do a tiny blurb but i got a bit carried away lol also one last thing i know this is annoying but i wanted to do all calum, then i was like nah i can tie some y/n into there for the readers :) thanks for the request! let me know if you want a part 2! i have ideas! 

word count: 2600+

masterlist | part two

“Eight more passes then you’re done,” Calum’s coach yelled, tossing the tall boy the soccer ball. Calum’s body was bent over from exhaustion, hands resting on his knees in any attempt to catch his breath. Sweat dripped down his face and onto his cleats, leaving drops of perspiration behind. 

Calum stood up straight, bringing the ball between his feet. He locked his ankle, kicking the ball into the goal on the edge of the field. His coach passed him another ball, which he repeated his earlier action. Eight kicks later, his legs began to ache and he knew that it was time to go. 

“Great work, Cal,” his coach spoke, patting him on the back. “See you tomorrow; six am.”

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Prompt: I slapped your ass thinking you were one of my friends Pairing: James x reader

(Y/N)- your name (Y/L/N) - your last name (Y/E/C)-your eye color (Y/H/C)- your hair color

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You walked through the crowd of people, occasionally bumping into someone as you stopped to look at certain booths. You were currently at your colleges annual club fair, hoping to find something new to occupy your time. Stopping at the photography booth, you decided to sign up, knowing that photography always gave you a very calming feeling.

You leaned over the table, your (y/h/c) hair falling down into your face slightly as you filled out the form before you. As you signed your name and dorm number onto the bottom you felt something sudden connecting with your bum, causing you to jump in fright and whirl around to see what had happened. Standing before you was James Potter, who currently had a wide grin on his face which quickly faded as he realized you weren’t the girl who intended to hit.

“I’m so sorry, I thought you were somebody else I didn’t mean to, oh shit please don’t hit me! I mean if you want to hit me then go ahead I obviously deserve it just don’t swell one of my eyes shut or hit my throwing arm please, wait are you okay? Do you want me to just leave and pretend it didn’t happen, I don’t want you to feel like embarrassed-’ James began to ramble, running his hand through his messy hair as you giggled at the flustered man, causing his eyes to widen and his words to stop.

“James it’s okay I’m not going to hit you, especially when it was an accident. Just be more careful about who you hit, yeah?” You smirked, watching him visibly relax.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll do that, I really am sorry again I should’ve been more- wait how’d you know my name?” He inquired, staring into your (y/c/e) eyes.

“You’re the team captain of my college’s football team, did you really expect me not to know your name?” You joked, blushing slightly.

Okay so that wasn’t the whole truth. You had met James before, the first week of college, and had been crushing on him ever sense. He had offered to help you carry your things to your room when he noticed you struggling, and he made sure he grabbed the heaviest boxes to cart up the twelve flights of stairs for you. You hadn’t been able to get him off your mind since then.

“Right, yeah that makes sense, I thought you might be, never mind,” he mumbled, looking away from the ground with his usual cocky smile. “Well since you know my name, its only fair I know yours as well.”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), nice to meet you Potter,” you teased, a small smile tugging on your lips.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” he spoke quietly, as if seeing how the name fit inside of his mouth. “Pretty name, pretty girl, makes perfect sense.”

“Oh you like that? You should definitely hear my number,” you flirted, blushing a deep crimson as you realized what you had said. You winced slightly as James let out a deep, genuine laugh.

“You know what, I think I should (Y/L/N),” James teased, placing a hand on your hip as he pulled you toward him gently. “Go on a date with me.”

“Well I don’t see why not, you’ve already smacked my bum I may as well get a date out of that,” you giggled as he dropped his head onto your shoulder with a groan.

“I’m never gonna live that down, am I?” He inquired, lifting his head as he brushed your (Y/H/C) hair off of your shoulder.

“Are you saying you plan on being around long enough to find out?” You whispered, looking up into his eyes and only now realizing how close the two of you were standing.

“I should’ve stuck around after that day in first year,” he chuckled as your eyes widened and you smacked him lightly on the chest.

“You ass, you knew who I was didn’t you,” you chided, humor laced with your words as you tried to glare intimidatingly at the man who towered over you.

“I didn’t know it was you when I smacked you, but as soon as you turned around I knew. Its hard to forget those eyes love, even if it has been three years.” His words were soft as he brushed the pad of his thumb across the bottom of your lip as he talked, making it nearly impossible to catch on to a word he just said with the way he was looking at you.

“Are you going to kiss me or what?” You asked, tearing your eyes away from his lips to look him in the eyes. Instead of replying, he gently cupped your cheek with one hand before bringing his lips down to meet yours briefly. It was soft, and quick, but just as you had imagined it would be.

“Let’s just go now, to a movie or dinner or just the park, I don’t know but let’s go,” James insisted, lacing his free hand with yours as he began to pull you away without waiting for an answer.

So maybe you hadn’t gotten to sign up for as many clubs as you planned, but maybe it was for the best. Football season was coming up, and with all the games you would be attending, it’s not like you really have time for much else anyways. Only downside of dating the Hogwarts team captain, not that you ever complained.

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines