Everyone with high heels:
After saving the owner of a shoe fashion company, they donated boxes of high heels to the students
Yoayorozo is a fucking goddess of tallness. True natural, but is really paranoid of falling.
Todoroki looks hot as hell, but falls over immediately and retreats to the couch to observe the chaos.
Tokoyami (after muttering “Humanity wears shoes to propel themselves higher and increase the danger of common life, despite the fact that shoes were made to protect them) escaped to his room.
Aoyama is an expert. His unexplainable talent amazes them all, until he reveals his closet of bedazzled designer shoes. People get jealous. He is voted off the island.
Bakugo is great at it (when isn’t he great the freaking genius boi).
Urakaka and Izuku are alright, but they both keep falling.
Izuku looks adorable and eventually Urakaka makes him float and they try to prank the others because Midoriya is "somehow” amazing, but the cinnamon rolls felt too guilty.
Dekubowl is real because people keep having to catch him when he falls. Todoroki catches him wedding style once and the first one to say anything was Mina. (“OooooooooooOoooOooOOOOOOO!” She had said.) Todoroki had no idea why people were laughing.
Sero’s legs are revealed in their full glory. People are jealous. He is almost voted off the island.
Kirishima is pretty good, only falling occasionally and at suspicious times, mainly in front of bakugo
Bakugo refuses to catch him so Kirishima always makes sure they are near a couch as a plan B.
Ashido attempts to do a cartwheel while wearing stilettos. This was a terrible decision. There’s still a hole in the wall to this day.
Tsuyu looks adorable in little pink shoes, but doesn’t like them because she says it’s hard to jump.
Kaminari is really good and thoroughly enjoyed walking with his back turned and dramatically turning around like he’s on a runway. He eventually trips and is too traumatized to do it again.
They had a competition to see who could walk the best in 6 inch high heels. Although he only did it because bakusquad said he was just scared of losing, the winner was Bakugo.
Big mistake. He used them as weapons. Aizawa confiscated the shoes.
The next day, Aizawa had become a Caterpillar by glueing the shoes to the bottom of his sleeping bag and inching through the halls
after the many requests and messages, here’s part 2!
“Well technically she broke up with me.” Harry quickly added.
You wore a confused look on your face before you sighed and quickly told him to come inside. Harry entered your apartment and headed over to the kitchen. You sat on one of the barstools and looked at him from across the counter. “What do you mean she broke up with you?”
Harry sighed and leaned against the counter. He played with his bottom lip before answering, “She claims that lately I’ve been neglecting her and focusing on you.” He looked at your expression before continuing, “She admitted that she’s always been jealous of how close we were. She made me choose between the two of you.” Your mouth dropped a little. Amazed that something so evil could come out of Brooklyn’s mouth. Harry stood back up and ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know. I was so mad that she would even think to ask me that. We started fighting and I just told her that i didn’t want to be in this kind of a relationship anymore.” You raised your eyebrow, beckoning him to continue. “So what happened?”
Harry sighed and looked down at his fingers. “So she took that as a sign and officially declared us broken up.” You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist., giving him hug. “I’m sorry, H.”
Harry wrapped his arms around you and gave you a kiss on the top of your head. “Don’t be. I don’t want to be with someone that doesn’t respect our friendship.”
You leaned your head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. “I don’t want to be the reason why you guys broke up though. Maybe I should call her. Talk this out.” You stepped out of Harry’s embrace and started to reach your phone before Harry grabbed your arm. “Y/N, me and Brooklyn weren’t right for each other. It was bound to happen at some point.”
You sighed and nodded. “So what do you wanna do then to forget about this? Do you want to throw eggs at her house?” You smiled, remembering the last time a girl broke up with Harry, the two of you got shit wasted and started to egg their house before running away when you heard police sirens.
Harry threw his head back in laughter, clearly remembering what you were referring to. “Actually, I have something else in my mind.” Harry replied, a smirk on his face.
“To be fair with you, I would rather be egging someone’s house right now.” You laughed, cracking an egg into a bowl. Harry came up beside you, hands full of all the necessary ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. He chuckled before saying, “I know but I’m in the mood for something sweet. And you know your chocolate chip cookies are to die for.” You flipped your hair back, “Oh I know.” Harry smiled at you before beginning to measure out the sugar. A devious thought popped into your head as you watched Harry. Slowly your hand started inching towards the flour bag. You grabbed a handful of flour and called out, “Harry?” As he turned to look at you properly, you released the flour into his face. You laughed loudly before adding, “Oops.” Harry smiled brightly and grabbed a handful himself and throwing it at you. The two of you began a food war, throwing handfuls of sugar and flour. Just as Harry was about to crack an egg above your head, your phone started to ring. “Time out!” You quickly yelled. Harry chuckled before nodding, starting to clean the mess you guys made. You giggled and pulled out your phone, “Hello?”
“Hey beautiful. Was wonderin’ if you wanted to grab some dinner tonight.” Louis replied on the other side of the phone. You picked a chocolate chip out of your hair and replied back, “Actually, I don’t really want to get ready to go out. Why don’t you come over with some takeout?” Louis nodded his head, already heading out the door. “Sure thing, beautiful. I’ll see you in a bit.” The two of you exchanged your goodbyes and hung up. You walked back into the kitchen and saw Harry beginning to scoop out the batter and forming little balls of dough. Harry looked at you and smiled before continuing to roll out the dough, “Who was that?” You stood beside him once again, “Louis. He’s coming with dinner. You’re more than welcomed to join.”
Something in Harry suddenly clicked. Maybe he was enjoying the alone time you guys were having together but he suddenly he found himself jealous of Louis coming in the picture. He cleared his throat before subtly trying to ask, “What’s going on between the two of you anyways?”
Your cheeks instantly went red and you paused before saying, “I don’t know. We haven’t made things official but..I really like him.”
Harry nodded, his stomach instantly forming into knots. “I think I might just head home.” He then started to rinse his hands under the sink. You placed the cookies into the oven. “What? You don’t want to wait until the cookies are done?”
Harry shook his head before making his way over to you. “I think Jeff mentioned something about going out tonight anyways. I’ll see you later, ok love?” He placed a kiss on your cheek before giving you a hug.
You wore a confused look on your face before retuning the hug. You walked Harry to the door while he waved goodbye. After he left, you furrowed your eyebrows together. Weird. You quickly ran to your room and started cleaning yourself off before Louis arrived.
“God, it smells amazing in here.” Louis said while placing the Chinese takeout on the coffee table in the living room.
“Yeah. Me and Harry made some cookies earlier!” You called out, grabbing some plates and utensils from the kitchen. Louis sat on your couch, eyebrows furrowed together. “Harry was over?”
You walked back into the living room and placed the plates down. “Yeah. Him and Brooklyn broke up.” Louis nodded while staring at you opening a takeout box, “How is he?” You began scoping some rice onto your plate and replied back, “He’s actually fine.” Louis started to feel a pit of jealousy. Now that Harry was single, he could suddenly realize the perfect girl was right in front of him and..Louis couldn’t have that. He grabbed the plate out of your hands. “What are you-” you began to ask but was quickly interrupted when Louis brought his lips to yours. You instantly kissed back, hands reaching behind his neck. He slowly laid you down on the couch and started to run his hand underneath your shirt.
The two of you were tangled together on the sheets of your bed. Clothes were scattered around in the hallway from the living room to your bedroom. You smiled softly and pressed a kiss to Louis’s naked chest while he snored the night away, hand resting on your lower back. You were about to drift off to sleep as well until a faint knock on the door made you open your eyes. You looked across Louis at the clock on the bed side table. 2:20pm. You slowly untangled from Louis. He stirred a little before cuddling more into his pillow. You grabbed his shirt and put it on before looking out of the peephole on the door.
“Harry? What’s wrong?” You asked, opening the door to see a disheveled Harry, smelling of alcohol. Harry’s eyes quickly went over your attire before he called out, “Oh no! I’m already too late aren’t I!”
You quickly shushed him and beckoned him to come inside. Harry entered your apartment and quickly but gently pushed you against the door. He started to place kisses all over your face. “Harry? What’s going on?” You asked, gently pushing him away from you. Harry shook his head and tried pulling you closer to him. “Don’t be with him. We belong together.” You gasped quietly. Before you had the chance to respond, Louis came into the room with his boxers on. He looked between you and Harry. “Y/N?”
thank you guys so much for the requests and sweet messages about part 1! i hope i did everyone’s justice lol. let me know if you guys want a part 3! are you team harry or team louis?
it been a journey to get here. i started outlining in november…. i’m really excited that i’m finally able to share it with everyone! this fic was inspired by two (2) posts. one of which was this video of salem the glittery cat
shoutout to everyone in the miracusquad who was online when i started talking about this! thank you for letting me idea bounce/dump, and thank you for being so supportive in general <3 shoutout to my @mlfanfiction fam for not yelling at me when they realize that i had many other things i was supposed to be doing in november. things that were not this fic…. i love you guys and finally, massive shoutout to @ladriened!!! thank you for your endless support kc <3
last quick thing! im going to be using these tags for this fic: ‘proc ml’ and 'prince of cats ml’. obviously i wasnt going to use poc and prince of cats is already used for half a dozen other things because…shakespeare
Marinette hums to herself as she hauls her bag up on her shoulder and flicks off the lights in her apartment. For once, she got a decent amount of sleep and she actually ate breakfast this morning, so today is already better than most. Now if she can get the stitching on this new jacket done before lunch…
She pauses to check her phone as she closes the door behind her. Nothing surprising, nothing pressing. Alya confirming lunch like she does every week and insisting Marinette bring juicy gossip to the table. Marinette rolls her eyes as she turns the key in the lock. Fortunately, or unfortunately for Alya, work has been drama free lately. A nice breath of fresh air after a tense argument between two other designers that ended in screaming a few weeks ago. For days after, the workroom was stifling and awkward. Marinette is glad she has nothing to bring to Alya. Besides, Alya will have more enough to say on her own.
try going one day without toilet paper or feminine items, its a real morale-buster. now imagine the rest of your life without em. stock up on dat shit. they can also be used for tinder; tampons for wound dressing, sediment filtration in water etc; condoms (unlubricated) can hold about 1 liter of water and can also be put over the barrel of a gun to keep dirt and water out. its also horribly irresponsible to get pregnant during an end-of-days scenario.
by: mldrgrl Rated: PG-13 (language) Summary: Stella has a visitor as she prepares for the big event
The guesthouse was different than the last time Stella had been there. Hank had told her that Karen had the tendency to redecorate on a whim, but there didn’t seem to be one item, bed included, that was the same as before. There had been a blue and white beach theme before and now there was a distinctly Moroccan theme happening - an explosion of jewel tones and silk.
“I’m afraid slash hoping a harem of belly dancers will pop out of the bathroom later and perform the dance of the seven veils,” Hank said, once Karen had left them alone.
“You only need Salome for that,” Stella answered. “Not a harem.”
“Salome can stay home. I need my head.” He sat down on top of the bright turquoise comforter on the bed and gave the fluffy bedclothes a few punches.
“You need to get your things and go back to the big house.”
Moments I have witnessed intense KnB fans in Japan
Upon request here’s my post of personal experiences I’ve seen or been in that show how Japanese KnB (mainly Akashi) fans are that you probably won’t see too often back in your home country. *If you are one of these fans, I’m not saying stop doing it or you shouldn’t do it, but just be responsible and don’t neglect other priorities and don’t inconvenience others…and be reasonable. Also these are things I’m not used to seeing so for me it’s quite eyebrow-raising. Thanks.
Can we have a scenario with Aizawa's S/O who finally gets to meet the class?
I’m sorry if this isn’t the greatest?? But I really like the idea of a civilian S/O, only because I feel like Aizawa would want to keep his professional and personal lives separate. That and this is oddly cute and domestic and I like it?
I hope you like it too!!
You absolutely hated the gates of the
high school so much. They made you nervous. So much so that every time you
approached them with your pass, you held it out by the corner in front of you,
testing to make sure that the sensors read your pass to see that yes, you were
allowed on campus, that you were a good person. Often times when the gate didn’t
snap up and swallow your pass, you ran through chanting “I am a good noodle!”
until you reached the doors.
Not that you would ever tell anyone
that. Especially your fiancé. He would never
let you live it down, that bastard.
This time, you jogged through the gates,
jumping over the thick metal strip of the defense system, and up the steps
towards the doors of the silent school. It wasn’t too late in the day, but it was late enough that
you had ended up calling in to work.
“I’m really sorry, but my fiancé, he
forgot his pain medication and he’s teaching an intense gym class today, so I’m
going to be running late! I need to give him his meds, please—”
“Look, don’t worry about it. If you can
come in, then come in, but we’ll get your work covered for the day. Okay? Thank
that fiancé of yours for all his hard work.”
And then you had called Nezu as you ran,
swearing up and down about how your fiance was so forgetful or just plain stubborn, that you hated to interrupt the day, that you were sorry, etc. The principal
was waiting for you inside the doors of the school with a smile on his face.
“It’s nice to see you again!” he
You stopped and set your hands on your
head, trying to ease the discomfort in your chest. “I wish I could say the same
to you, sir, but I feel like I’m dying right now!” you replied.
He laughed and lifted a paw, pointing
down the hall next to you. “Class 1-A is just down there. It has a large A on
the door, you can’t miss it,” he said. He dropped his paw. “And please knock. It
is a classroom after all!”
You dropped your arms with a soft smile.
“Of course, sir. You should come by sometime for tea, give that fiancé of mine
a lecture about taking care of himself.”
“I would love to if you wouldn’t mind!”
He almost started off on a lecture to you, but refrained when you took a step
towards the hall. “I don’t want to keep you any longer! I’ll be seeing you
“Yes, sir!” you said, giving him a mock
salute. You turned on your heel and jogged down the hall, swearing to high
heaven about your fiancé being an idiot. When you spotted the door, you stopped
It was Yamada Hizashi who answered with
a huge grin. He cheered your name, which made the class behind him fall silent
and freeze. There was a rustle somewhere in the front corner of the room. “What
brings you to these hallowed halls, cutie~?” he asked.
You poked his chest and pushed him into the
classroom, taking a hesitant step inside. “You’re so funny, Hizashi,” you
murmured, “Where’s Shouta? He forgot his pain medication this morning and if I
have to listen to him make those pathetic ‘have sympathy for me I got my ass
kicked’ sounds again, I’m going to throw the bottle at him.” Your voice rose in
volume as you spoke until the entire class was leaning into their desks,
A yellow sleeping bag inched across the
floor behind the desk. “I knew I forgot something this morning,” Aizawa said
from the floor, yawning. You stepped around Yamada to crouch next to Aizawa,
balancing the white bottle of pills on his forehead.
“Maybe if someone had wanted to sleep
last night, he wouldn’t have forgotten his pills this morning,” you teased.
He puffed his cheeks just slightly,
making the pink that dusted them noticeable. “How do you know this wasn’t just a
logical ruse to get you to come visit me?” he asked.
“Because you wouldn’t make me miss work
on purpose,” you answered.
“Excuse me, but who are you?” someone
asked from the class. You looked up. It was a kid with glasses and stiff
shoulders. He was standing with his hands flat at his side. When you met his
gaze, he tensed even more, if possible. “It’s rude to interrupt a lesson right
in the middle,” he stuttered.
“Yeah, it’s rude,” Yamada teased. He had
made his way back to the desk to pick up his book.
You stood up. “I know and I apologize! I
wouldn’t have interrupted if Shouta hadn’t forgotten his medicine!”
You thought the temperature of the class
rose just in shock at your casual use of his name. Aizawa started to inch back
to his corner, cross eyed as he struggled to keep the bottle balanced on his
forehead. “Yes, everyone, this is my fiancé. Now, get back to the lesson.”
The class exploded then. You sighed. “Shouta,
you’re unbelievable,” you droned over the noise.
“And yet, you love me.”
The class chatter jumped in volume. You
couldn’t help but smile. They were so excited over this new information about
their teacher. They must really care about him.
Caryl prompt: I'd like to see some really nice cuddling, possibly including daryl watching her while she sleeps and Carol cuddling into him/mumbling something in her sleep. Maybe smut maybe not but my heart could really use some Caryl cuddles rn
Carol shivers in her sleep. That’s something he’s noticed over the last few days, while they’ve all been camping out on the hard ground with the cold air swirling around them.
This time, they’re in a house. Ramshackled and old. The walls could use a few nails and boards to hold them up straight again, but it’s the best thing they’ve come across since the farm burned down. Better than being out in the open in the woods where there’s nothing between them and the walkers. Houses are free these days and they’d be stupid not to snatch one up.
He only hoped the one they chose would have less holes in the walls.
The whole group is huddled together in the living room. Tucked in their sleeping bags and trying to chase away the winter chill, which only gets colder with each breath and the worst is yet to come. It’s not even February yet and he can only hope that by then they’ll have a solid roof over their heads and a fireplace to burn wood. Otherwise, they’re all fucked.
Daryl inches his sleeping bag higher on his shoulders, scooting his back up against the sofa at the far side of the room and watching the front door. He’s close to the group as he can get without touching any of them. This cuddling shit they all seem to like it isn’t his style, even if Maggie and Glenn, and Lori and Carl do look warmer than everyone else.
Body heat will do that, he thinks to himself. But he’ll be just fine either way. He runs hot and the chilly wind that seeps past the cracks in the walls only makes him shiver a little bit. Not nearly as bad as Carol, who’s sound asleep right in front of him, shaking and vibrating.
She’d put herself there, right by his side. Hadn’t said a damn thing about it either, just laid her sleeping bag out and crawled inside, giving him a little half smile that faded just a soon as it appeared.
At least she left enough space between them so he doesn’t feel trapped or cornered.
It’s probably better she didn’t ask permission because his skin flushes pink at the very thought of the others all looking in their direction and assuming this is thing now. That’s what people do. They poke and make fun and send weird smiles at people who are newly ‘together’.
They all do it to Maggie and Glenn. Well, mostly just Glenn, who’s a surprisingly good sport about the ribbing.
He and Carol are most definitely not together though, but that wouldn’t stop the whispers and he doesn’t have patience for it.
He’s really glad she didn’t bother asking first.
He frowns at her now as she mumbles lightly in her sleep, speaking nonsense in soft tones that he wouldn’t be able to hear if she wasn’t barely a foot away.
He’s got his head pillowed on his arm and his eyes on her, watching her lips move as she talks to herself. Feels like a creep for doing it, but she’s right there, and he’d have to turn on his other side or close his eyes not to notice.
And he isn’t tired.
A harder shiver coursing through her frame makes him wince. She’s hardly dressed for the cold. Wears only a threadbare sweater and a thin shirt. They hadn’t been able to find much supplies or clothes and she’s suffering for that.
She doesn’t complain though, not even once but he’s spent the last few supply runs looking for a heavy coat he could give her. Maybe a blanket to sleep with, or hoodie with thick fabric.
He hasn’t found a damn thing and it’s not for lack of trying. All the drawers and closets have been picked clean and short of offering her his useless vest that won’t provide a lick of warmth, he’s out of options.
“Sophia…” She whispers in her sleep and he frowns again. The word feels like a knife slice through his own heart. A persistent reminder of his failure but he can’t even imagine how awful it must be for her. Easily a hundred times worse than his own regret.
He reaches out toward her without thinking, his hand peeking out from the sleeping bag and hovering over her shoulder. He catches himself before making contact though and pulls back again, not willing to wake her for a half assed attempt at comfort.
Then she shifts her body just right to brush against his fingers.
A/N: HEY, DUDES! This is my first post on this blog. So Pumped! Request! Request! Request! Please! I saw this prompt on @otpprompts and I couldn’t resist:
“Imagine Person A asking Person B to take out the trash. Person B can’t find their shoes, so they just put on the closest pair of shoes they find- Person A’s high heels.”
Peter Maximoff X Reader
Pronouns: Gender Neutral
Length: 312 Words
“Hey, Peter? Do you know if-”
It wasn’t unusual for Y/N to catch him in humiliating, awkward, or even morally comprimising situations, but it wasn’t typically this early in the morning. There, bow-legged as a newborn giraffe, stood Peter Maximoff in their pair of bright red, 6 inch pumps, a garbage bag in his left hand. He wobbled dangerously and steadied himself against the wall.
Y/N froze, “What the hell?”
Peter cleared his throat, “What?”
Y/N sighed and gestured to his feet.
“Oh. OH! I had to take out the trash-”
“-And I couldn’t find my sneakers.”
“So you decided that the next best option was-”
He looked good, in an odd way. Y/N smirked and took a step back.
“Well don’t mind me.”
He frowned, “What?”
Peter swallowed thickly, “Gladly.”
He stuck out his arms, bracing himself against the walls as he slid his feet along the floor. With every movement of the heel, the tile let out a little screech. His foot hung off the back of the shoe, so he could barley lift the sole without losing his balance. He had only gone about a yard when he had to stop and rest.
“I…I see why this wasn’t the best plan.”
Y/N smiled, “Wait here.”
“Hurry,” he groaned, “My calves are burning.”
Moments later she returned, tossing his sneakers in front of him.
“You left them in the kitchen when you came in last night.” Peter smiled and started wiggling his way out of the shoes.
“You’re the best!” he called to them as they grabbed their keys.
“I know! Feel free to borrow those anytime!”
“They made my legs look good and you know it!”
Y/N laughed and closed the door behind them, wondering if a day would ever come that Peter Maximoff didn’t find a way to make them smile.
You couldn’t imagine that your short stay in Stockholm would eventually lead to meeting three boys which are definitely keeping some big secrets. - Now, getting more and more involved with them, you slowly find out about their past and what happened to them to become like this.
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Gang AU Who: BTS Jimin x Reader Word count: 4,7 K
Summary: reader is getting a tour of her new job at the Avengers tower, but happens to be the only one who notices an oncoming jet, about to crash into the building.
Warnings: sadness, little bit of floof
Word Count: 1740
A/N: IT’S HERE! Thank you guys so much for being patient with me. It hasn’t been easy to revive this story, but here it is! Let me know what you think and stay tuned!
Life resumes back to normal very soon. The only real difference is that now, rather than a fog of nightmares plaguing me, it’s clear as day. All I did, all I am, I know exactly what it means. It’s torture, but it’s torture I deserve. I know that.
The thing that leads me to the training room isn’t my nightmares though, it’s my anxiety. By ten tomorrow morning, I’ll be restarting my therapy. Tony knows now, that I remember it all, and I’ll be expected to talk about it, and I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know how to explain that I’m a murderer.
When I arrive at the training room and pull the glass door open, I immediately spot him. On the side of the room, the Winter Soldier is heavily breathing by a fallen punching bag. His head whips around as soon as he hears me. His face changes from one of anger, it looks to like, to confusion, to surprise. Maybe that I’m still alive.
Michael had his sleeves rolled up and was using a mirror to
see the underside of his tattoos when you glanced over. What the hell was he
trying to see so badly? He quickly wrote it on a piece of paper. Funny how he
only looks at his tattoos when he thinks no one’s looking, not even his cellie.
What’s the big secret?
A buzzer went off, making you jump ten feet, then an
announcement saying, “Shakedown, ladies. Shakedown.” The room got very loud and
very messy as all the inmates struggled to throw away contraband before the