look at her stupid little wave

I work at a gas station. It always bugs me a little when people hand me their money to prepay for gas, tell me a pump number, and then just walk out before I’ve even finished putting it in the system, but I had one today that really got me.
This girl comes in, can’t have been older than 17 as it was right around when the high school day ended and she looked pretty young. So, only a little younger than me, and trying to treat me like I was stupid.
Customer: Can I get $5 on– *loud noise from someone getting ice from the fountain drinks*
Me: I’m sorry, what was that?
Customer: *rolls eyes and waves the bill under my nose* ummm, $5 on pump 14? *drops it and walks out*
I then left her bill on the register and served another customer. Just as she was coming back inside to ask what was wrong (undoubtedly politely, I’m sure, as she had been nothing but), I quickly put the money on the pump. Her friend called her back to tell her it was working and she flipped her hair bitchily as she walked back to the pump. I almost regretted not waiting just one more second to see what she’d say.
We ask all our customers if they want their receipt and they usually say no, but they print out either way. Well of course since she stormed out at my apparent insolence she didn’t get her receipt. I wrote a curse on the back basically saying she’d have hearing problems for a fortnight and instead of support she would be greeted with disdain and condescension. I put it in my pocket and at the end of my shift I went to the restroom and flushed the receipt. Overkill? Probably, lol. Still satisfying. 👍

“Can I look yet?”

“No, shut the fuck up and just keep walking, I’ll tell you when.”

“I’m gunna trip or something,” Izuku shuffled along the hallway, one arm out stretched out towards the wall, fingers just barely grazing the cool paint and the few pictures littered along the way, “can’t I just close my eyes when we get to the living room?”

Katsuki clicked his tongue from behind Izuku, a puff of hot breath washing over his left ear as he  closed in and placed his hands on his hips, gripping tightly. “You can get through here by yourself with your fuckin’ eyes closed, you’re being stupid,” Katsuki’s nose brushed Izuku’s hair every now and then as he swayed side to side, having to walk funny in order to guide Izuku the last few steps into the living room. “We don’t even have carpets to trip on, but I got you Deku.”

“That’s not he point, your Christmas present isn’t gunna be spoiled if you just let me see where I’m going until-”

“Just be quiet. It’s not wrapped, and I don’t want you accidentally seeing it in the reflection of one of your dumb vases or something okay.”

“Is it a new office chair!?” Izuku asked, turning his head a bit, right hand still pressed firmly over his eyes, “A new mattress?”

“No, and no,” Katsuki urged him forward, shaking his head despite Izuku being unable to see, “You think I’d tell you if was already going through the trouble of doing this shit?”

“No, but if it was either of those,” Izuku faced forward again, head cocked slightly as Katsuki gently turned him as they finally came to the living room, and carefully stepped through the threshold, “I’d tell you that I love you, but your surprise is kind of stupid.”

With a snort, Katsuki lifted a hand from Izuku’s hip and smacked his thigh, the shorter male yelping with a quick ‘Hey!’ in response. “My surprises are never stupid Deku. You’re confusing me with yours.”

“My surprises aren’t bad,” Izuku smiled, laughing softly as Katsuki moved to stand beside him, leaving one arm to wrap around his waist and slowly guide him forward towards the small, plastic Christmas tree. “Remember that time I got you new socks? Best surprise ever.”

“I dunno if this sarcasm is from you hanging out with hair for brains too much, or Mina, but it’s not cute!” Katsuki barked a laugh at Izuku’s stupid grin, Patting his butt fondly as he brought his boyfriend to come and stand in front of the tree. 

Izuku could see the warm yellow lights from behind his fingers, and imagined how the light bounced off all the multicolored decorations he and Katsuki littered the tree with, Tinsel twinkling along with it. He couldn’t help but sig wistfully as Katsuki tugged his arm, leaning in to press his mouth against his ear with a loud kiss.

“Sit down,” Katsuki breathed, a chill running down Izuku’s spine as he listened, slowly lowering himself down to his knees.

“You can take your hand off your face, but keep your eyes closed for a sec.” Katsuki moved away, Izuku’s arm reaching out blindly after him as a reflex, hand left hovering mid air with his fingers curled.

“Is everything okay Kacchan?” Izuku could hear Katsuki’s knees hit the wood floor across from, and the sound of something whapping against cardboard followed after. His smile turned a tad nervous, Izuku moving his hand to reach out in front of him. “Kacchan?” Izuku curled and uncurled his fingers, swiping at air as he leaned forward a bit. His brows crinkled when he didn’t get a response right away, and his nose wrinkled in confusion when he heard scratching the cardboard, and a few grunts, but kept his eyes closed as fingers laced through his own.

Katsuki pulled his hand, coaxing him forward, and Izuku had to shuffle forward on his knees to get closer. Izuku was about to ask what was going on again, or if he could open his eyes, but couldn’t help himself from doing the latter when his hand was released, and lowered to press against plush fur. 

“Wha-” Izuku blinked rapidly, eyes snapped wide open as he stared at the wiggling, fluffy puppy being held captive in Katsuki’s arm, squirming as it tried to worm it’s way closer to Katsuki’s face, who’s mouth was already being licked in affection and from excitement. Katsuki’s mouth was sht tightly, but he was still smiling, and looking back at Izuku as he was assaulted by the little puff in his lap. “Oh my god Kachan- He’s- It’s, He?”

“Shwee-” katsuki tried to speak, the puppy managing to lick inside his mouth, and causing him to sputter as he threw his head back.

“She’s adorable!” Izuku exclaimed, shoving the box between them out of the way so he could sit knee to knee with Katsuki, “What’s he name!?”

“That’s your job,” Katsuki, lowered his head again, leaning to the side to try and get a grip on the wiggly dog with both hands before trying to hand her to Izuku, “You get to name her,” He swiped his tongue over his teeth, staring down at the little tail that waved side to side rapidly as Izuku scooped up the puppy from under her arms, immediately nuzzling his face against her puffy little dorito-chip ears. 

Izuku could feel his eyes stinging, more from happiness than anything else, staring up at Katsuki through his bangs as he gave little kisses to the top of (what he assumed to be) the huskies head. “I love her” Izuku muttered, heart swelling as Katsuki crossed his arms, grinning ear to ear.

The puppy in Izuku’s arms wriggled ad struggled to get closer, licking his neck and chin before she was lifted into the air. “I’m going to name you… toaster!”

“WhAT-” Katsuki’s voiced cracked from disbelief, red eyes narrowing as Izuku lowered the licky puppy back down to his face to rub noses with her. “That’s a stupid name, why would you even-”

“Because she’s going to keep me toasty warm! Yes she is!” Izuku cooed, accepting the kisses, and the little tongue that made it half way up his nose every now and then.

Katsuki stared, hands on his knees, looking over the energetic puppy who would grow to be a beautiful dog, and who was now named toaster. He loved Izuku, and he was pretty stupid sometimes, so Katsuki supposed he could love a dog with a stupid name like Toaster.

From the couch, two large eyes watched the scene, a fluffy black cat waving her tail behind her as she dropped down from the couch with a light thud. She gave a soft meow, padding her way over to Katsuki, and rubbed against his side out of jealousy for the new addition to the family. Katsuki wasn’t about to let his original baby feel left out, so with a little smirk, he scooped her up and held her close to his heart, continuing to watch his idiot roll around on the floor with Toaster.

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YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB ON MY PROMPT!Another: Trini thumps a helmet onto a little girl's head and ushers her to the 'arena.' "Alright warrior, beat the fu-" "TRINI!" Jason rolls his eyes from the outside of the playpen, the word 'SECURITY' showing through his crossed arms. Trini grumbles as the carnival owner's daughter lets out a loud laugh from her station at the water slides. Stupid Kimberly Hart and her stupid hot pink bikini bottom showing underneath her 'life guard' tank top.

The Hart Family Fun Center, the only all year ‘round, indoor carnival in Angel Grove was thoroughly crowded with screaming children in the middle of summer. Trini had to admit that she could have a worse job, it paid well and the place was air conditioned, but the children left something to be desired. 

“Alright, alright, everyone out, we gotta get the next batch in,” Trini calls before blowing her whistle watching all of the kid run up to her partner, Zack to hand back the helmets and the foam swords to be sprayed with sanitizer. 

Her and her friend ran an attraction known as the Arena; a sort of water slide where kids were a part of two teams, one that guarded the tower and one that was supposed to try and get up it and slide down to the bottom to get points. 

“Eww, no girls!” A boy on the tower yells as a little girl steps up to Trini, a frown on her lips. 

Trini turns to glare at the boy, grabbing a yellow helmet from the stack. “Don’t listen to him,” She murmurs, fitting the head gear onto the child with a smile. “Now, pick out your sword,” 

The little girl moves to grab a pink sword from the pile, grinning up at Trini who thumps the top of her helmet gently. “Alright warrior, go and beat the fu-” She’s cut off when one of the security kids yells at her. “I uh-go win, kid,” She corrects, looking away from the blonde boy, Jason. 

She pretends to focus on starting up the fight music, but is stopped by Jason himself, his arms crossed over his red shirt, hiding the bold text of his title. “You know better,” he says, as though they’re friends and not just co-workers. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Trini mumbles, rolling her eyes as a loud laugh echoes across the room from the large wave pool across the way. 

She doesn’t have to look up to know its Kimberly fucking Hart, the owner’s daughter and the head life guard at the park. “I won’t do it again, now get back to whatever you’re supposed to be doing, I’ve got kids to watch.” 

She turns around to make sure the right track is playing, trying to ignore the giggles still coming from the Hart girl, with her stupid pink bikini poking out from under her stupid red life guard tank top. 

Trini forces her attention back to the Arena, watching proudly as the little girl makes her way to the slide, a grin on her face as the boy from earlier lays in the shallow pool of water below the tower. As soon as  the round is over and the little girl has returned her helmet, Trini walks over to her and places a few golden tokens into her hand. “You can get something nice at the prize counter with those,” 

“Thank you, ma’am!” The child exclaims, wrapping her arms around Trini’s waist for a moment before running off to a smiling father outside of the playpen. 

She watches them walk away before turning to Zack. “I think it’s time for a break, I’ll be back in ten,” Trini smiles, not really giving him a chance to say no before she’s walking toward the locker room. 

Trini settles down on one of the benches after grabbing her bag, cracking open an energy drink. “Those are bad for you, you know,” An annoyingly familiar voice sounds, even as Trini starts to chug the can, trying to ignore Kimberly. 

She finishes about half the can, only to find Kim sitting next to her, brows raised. “What do you want, Kim?” Trini asks, annoyance clear in her voice. 

“I just wanted to say it was cute, what you did for that little girl,” Kim replies, shrugging her shoulder a bit as she reaches over to grab the can from Trini, taking a drag. 

Trini scoffs, taking the drink back from the other girl, finishing it with narrowed eyes. “Thought you didn’t like energy drinks,” She says, crushing the can against the bench. 

“I never said that, I just said they were bad for you,” Kim says, getting up to stretch. “Never pegged you for one to share drinks,” She muses, leaning against the lockers.

“I doubt you have anything that can be transferred through sharing a drink,” Trini snorts, trying to ignore how good Kimberly looks lounging in front of her. 

“I think you just wanted an indirect kiss from me,” The taller girl suggests, a smirk on her stupidly perfect lips. 

Trini can feel her face heating up at the thought, but manages to find a come back. “This isn’t some bullshit anime, Hart, no one actually thinks about stuff like that,” She huffs, standing up to shove her bag back into her locker. 

She can feel the other girl’s eyes on her as she pretends to dig for something, when in reality she’s hoping the blood will drain from her face enough that she won’t get shit from Zack upon her return. 

“Trini,” Kim says from the other side of the locker door, the sound of her own name making the shorter girl shiver slightly. “Why are you hiding?” 

Trini takes a breath before slamming the door closed, coming face to face with the cause of her frustrating crush. “I’m not hiding, I was hoping I had a protein bar in there,” She lies, eyes narrowing at the brunette. 

“You’re a shit liar,” Kim murmurs, taking a step closer to Trini, a slight smirk on her lips. “Just admit that you want to kiss me.” 

The smaller girl swallows hard, the close proximity of the life guard forcing Trini to look up at her. “Why are you such an asshole?” She forces herself to say, grinding her teeth. 

“I’m the asshole? I’ve been trying to flirt with you since you started here!” Kim shouts, causing Trini to jump at the sudden volume change. “And all you can do is be a grumpy little shit!”  

“You call teasing me every day flirting?! What the fuck?” Trini retorts, jabbing a finger at Kim’s chest. 

“I just…you’re all stoic and shit…what else was I supposed to do?” Kim mumbles, looking away from the smaller girl. 

“You could just ask me out,” Trini replies, grabbing the taller girl’s chin gently, making Kim look at her. 

Kim bites her lip for a moment, her brow furrowing. “I guess…” She sighs softly, smiling a bit. “Wanna get dinner later?” 

“I suppose so,” Trini grins, standing on her toes to press their lips together. 

“It’s about time,”  

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Happy birthday @snogfairy <3<3<3 Have a lovely rest of your day!

Lucy wakes up confused and warm, her head aching with what she already knows is a nasty hangover. Groaning, she rolls over, nearly falling off the couch. She catches herself at the last second, swearing under her breath before sitting up. She sniffs, squinting at the harsh light of the morning sun, and frowns when she hears something sizzling. Curious, Lucy wonders is Cana stayed the night, considering she always ends up on the couch when that happens. Lucy stands on wobbly legs, making her way to the kitchen slowly, grumbling to herself about never drinking again.

It’s not Cana in the kitchen.

Lucy freezes at the threshold, blinking rapidly when she notices a man standing in front of her stove. His back is to Lucy, and it’s a very nice, well-muscled back. Her eyes trace his form, a brow quirking when she sees pink hair something dark poking through the strands. He hums to himself and Lucy shakes her head, amused to see her supposed one-night-stand cooking breakfast.

She’s about to call out to him when she notices a weird, circular shape on her kitchen floor, chalk smeared across the tiles. Now that she’s looking, she can see that her kitchen is an absolute disaster. There’s a large crack in her table and one of the chairs is laying in a pile, completely splintered.

What the fuck?

Mystery man turns around, smiling when he sees her. “Mornin’, Sunshine!” he greets, grin revealing a row of wicked, sharp teeth. Lucy glances down at his toned chest, gaze following the outline of his stomach muscles. He clears his throat suddenly, and Lucy’s eyes snap back up. He quirks a brow and that’s when Lucy notices the spiraled horns poking out from his messy hair.

Is that some kind of roleplay thing? Did she bring home some guy with a fantasy kink?

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Bellamy Blake imagine: Oblivious

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Summary: Everyone in the camp teases reader about Bellamy being in love with her, but she doesn’t believe it. There’s a party in the camp and drunk Bellamy tells her he loves her, but she thinks he isn’t serious. However, next day he makes it clear, he meant it.

Word count: 1360

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“He’s looking at you,” I rolled my eyes at Octavia, who had her face covered with smirk. 

I automatically turned around to see Bellamy looking our way. However, once he realized I was looking at him, he turned his gaze away. 

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Keith works out, Lance ogles happily, Pidge tries to analyze the nature of their PDA ... she swiftly regrets all the things.

Some very kind people have sent me some very kind asks and made me feel better about being sick lately — and suddenly, my fingers were doing a thing on the keyboard? This thing, specifically? Just, everyone is so very nice, and I hope you like this silly little one-shot about silly space boys :) (Special shout-out to the anonymous person that called out this idea before I posted! Such amazing psychic powers! :D)


“But seriously, if my calculations are correct — shut your mouth, Lance, they are always correct — then Keith is initiating fifty two point seven percent of the times you make me want to invent brain bleach.” Pidge pauses to push her glasses up her nose. “Keith, care to offer some insight into this?”

“No.” Keith resumes lifting weights. Really, discovering the Castle’s weight room was one of the worst things that could have happened to Lance — now his boyfriend split his free time between training simulations and tossing around heavy things/running on treadmills. 

The Red Paladin had become a gym rat. The Blue Paladin was not surprised.

Also, Keith didn’t need more muscles, as Lance didn’t need that kind of heart attack. Even if watching those biceps strain was … nice.

“My boo is just too hot to trot for my banging bod,” Lance says proudly, flexing his own (not quite as big but still very impressive) biceps.

Keith stops lifting weights so he can face palm. Pidge stares up towards the heavens in supplication.

“That’s going in my notes as one of the top five worst things you’ve ever said. Maybe top three.” Pidge actually takes out her computer to write it down.

Keith, with his face still buried in one hand, points with his other and says, “I don’t know if I can kiss that mouth at all today. That was horrifying.”

“Fifty two point seven percent, querido,” Lance cheerfully reminds him. “Ain’t nobody buying what you’re selling.”

Keith shoots Pidge a despairing glance. “I mean, was the pining that bad, really? Would it be so terrible to go back to that?”

Lance has taken a seat directly across from Keith, lifting a set of weights (they were barbells with rocks on either end — Coran had said something about how one could alter the density, thereby making them heavier/lighter, but Lance had immediately gotten distracted by challenging everyone to a weight lifting competition and somehow it ended with Hunk bench-pressing Lance and Pidge, and Shiro trying to throw Keith over their heads? Lance still doesn’t quite understand what happened there).

“I feel like the reason Keith is macking on me in public more is because he’s kinda into the fact that he can,” Lance explains, grunting a little as he tries to mimic Keith’s moves. “I mean, the pining was so real — he had been staring lingeringly at me from afar for so long, and now it’s like, free pass to grope all the time.” Lance winks at Keith, who is venturing to peek at him from between his fingers. “Because you do. Have a free pass. To grope. Put your hands any —”

“I know.” Keith lifts his weights with relative ease, a small smile pulling on his lips. “And yeah, Pidge. Maybe that’s part of it.”

“Part of it?” Lance asks, somewhat breathlessly as he switches arms since his right one was starting to ache from the effort. “Dude. All of it. Your thirstiness is not to be denied.”

Pidge rolls her eyes, jotting down a few more notes from her perch on the jungle gym (like, with actual vines for swinging and bouncy giant lily pads — Lance could not get over how cool Alteans were). “Believe it or not, I actually came to that conclusion on my own — Keith is now thirty six point four percent more affectionate with everyone, not just you, Lance.”

“That’s … really sweet,” Lance says, feeling vaguely proud of both himself and Keith. The idea that he’s making Keith more willing to show his love to the rest of their space family … It’s a little humbling, and a lot of awesome. He can feel his cheeks heating up.

The weights Keith had been lifting are now on the floor as he walks over to Lance, lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. Lance is grinning at the flash of a still slightly soft tummy (Keith has muscle definition, but there’s a small bit of cushiness around his middle that Lance really loves). Lance stops grinning when Keith suddenly drops into his lap, straddling him on the bench without any warning.

“You’re forgetting something key, Pidge,” Keith is saying, glancing over his shoulder at the Green Paladin, who is looking annoyed and amused in equal parts.

“All right, enlighten me.” Pidge grimaces. “With as little trauma as possible, if you please.”

“I think I’m gonna expire in a minute here, Pidge, mi hermanita querida, would you please spare me the humiliation and not witness this? Keith, whatever it is that you’re thinking —”

Keith covers his mouth with one hand, and Lance tries to speak past it, yelling his objections into the palm of a fingerless glove.

“See, notice how he can still talk?” Keith tilts his head in Lance’s direction, speaking with infuriating calm. “It’s a bit of a problem sometimes. But —”

The hand is gone. Lance is pissed off enough to start shouting, “Hey, you jackass, wail till I —”

Keith’s lips are on his. His mouth falls open automatically, and Lance sort of loses the thread of … reality. Pidge whips them both in the head with a towel, which is when his wondrous boyfriend pulls away, leaving Lance gaping, licking his lips, and contemplating if he should still be irritated.

“Efficient, no?” Keith asks, his dark eyes glinting.

Pidge is glaring at him. “Except for the brain bleach aspect. Which I am going to go work on now. With Hunk’s help, he is one hundred percent behind me on this. There are cameras in here, by the way, not that that’s ever stopped you …” She gets up and walks out, though not before ruffling Lance’s hair and saying, “You’re such a goner, hermano.”

When she’s gone, and Lance is left with nothing but a smug Red Paladin sitting on his thighs, he huffs, jabbing at Keith’s chest. “So you’re kissing me to shut me up most of the time?”

“Not most of the time,” Keith admits, his smirk easing back into a smile. “But Pidge would have probably gagged if I told her the main reason.”

“It’s not the ‘can’t resist my stellar good looks’?” Lance pouts. “That’s a little disappointing.”

Keith presses a quick kiss to his mouth. He’s flushed from exercise, but Lance swears his cheeks get a little bit darker as he speaks, “It’s because half the time I think I’ve made up this whole stupid thing, okay? We got together at a freaking ball. There was a duel involved. And dancing in fancy suits.” Keith waves his hands around for emphasis before crossing his arms. “And we still argue like … It’s fine, but it feels like before sometimes, so I just … need to make sure it’s not. Like before.”

Lance follows these words until he understands where they’re leading and then … He’s blushing, and smiling, and pulling Keith in closer. “You … you need to make sure this is real. That you didn’t … dream it. Because … I’m that good of a dream, huh?”

Keith groans, burying his face in Lance’s shoulder. “Crap. Okay, backtrack, I never said anything, especially not that stupid, sugary pile of —”

“No, no take backs!” Lance sings. “I … sometimes have the same problem. So, uh, a good chunk of my forty seven point three percent contribution is exactly that.” He smiles up at Keith once the Red Paladin pulls back and sits up straighter in Lance’s lap.

“Yeah?” Keith leans down, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Yeah,” Lance whispers against his mouth … which is when a painfully loud alarm goes off, and they are simultaneously soaked in freezing water as sprinklers kick in. Lance shrieks. Keith falls backward off his lap to the now slippery floor.

“You have rooms. Go get in one!” Pidge yells over the Castle comm.

“Please!” That sounded like Shiro’s voice, a little distant from the microphone.

Lance is laughing and shivering, and Keith is back to being mortified, but they adhere to Pidge’s wishes (who knew what she might pull next? Lance wouldn’t put it past her to space them at this point), and take off running. Keith yanks Lance into the gym’s showers.

“No cameras in here,” Keith says, raising an eyebrow. “And I need a shower anyway.”

Lance is rendered speechless. He wonders if this counts as part of Keith’s fifty two point seven percent of PDA. He wonders if Pidge is all-knowing. And then there’s a shirt coming off, and warm water pouring from a shower head, Keith kicking off his shoes from inside the cubicle. Lance can’t think as Keith’s hands reach for his shorts … and then pause.

“Yeah, so you just wait right here — you can take your turn when I’m done.” Keith grins and slams the shower door in his face.

Lance wonders if there’s a way to flush a toilet on a space castle to turn the water into a frigid torture. He says as much out loud, kicking lightly at the door.

Keith is laughing, and Lance may or may not adore that sound more than any other in the universe, except for his mom’s affectionate scolding … So, he decides to wait until the Red Paladin is done and then do his best to up his percentage. Forty seven point three percent simply will not do, Lance thinks to himself with a goofy smile.


Random one-shot after Objects in Motion? I think so :) If y’all wanna read about the ball, duel, and dancing, head over there. Thank you to all the wondrous people who have been so awesome to me! You’re all way too amazing for words, but I hope you guys enjoy these above words as a random “thank you!” :D


based on this imagine

Rick and the others are barely themselves as they come back the next morning. Of course you notice that a few of them are missing, but you think they stayed at the Hilltop.
“Hey, rough night?” You ask and getting closer with your crutches. “Are Maggie and the baby ok?”

A ridiculous injury from when you attacked the outpost. A bullet streaked your leg and hurt the muscle, but it’s gonna be ok.
The only thing that bothers you is that you couldn’t go with Maggie

“Negan?” Rick chokes out.
Confused by the question you frown before realization seeps through your mind and you notice the traces of cried tears on their cheeks. And also the blood in Rick’s face looking like human and not walker blood. Instantly your heartbeat increases and your mouth goes dry.
“What happ..”
You get cut off as Rick throws himself on you, his face distorted with rage as he drags you to the ground, grabbing after your shirt collar. Your face collides with the ground, bursting the skin open.
“Rick!” Michonne shrieks in panic and pulls him away from you with the help of the others.
Disbelief spreading in you as the wound on your leg opens again and warm blood moistens your pants, leaving a numb pain there. Carl comes closer, his face hardened as he helps you up. The blue eye looks irritated, but you’re not.
You know that the secret wishes that Negan wouldn’t be the same person like from your past didn’t fulfill.
“You know him! You know him!” Rick shouts and you stumble back from the broken hate in his voice.
“I..I.” You start desperately, lost at words. “I didn’t know it was him. I thought he died. Rick, you’ve to believe me.”
But he doesn’t and obviously the others also have troubles to do so. At least Rick seems to calm down, tears now pooling in his eyes as he comes closer to you, Michonne still standing by his side.
“H-he beat them to death, Gl-Glenn ‘nd Abraham a-and took Daryl..” A sob leaving Rick’s throat. “With a bat.. a bat called after you. Wh-why?”
It feels like someone give you a hit on the head as you try to handle the new informations while staring at Rick in disbelief. A bitter well known taste makes it way from your throat up to the mouth and you start choking.
You can’t speak as you walk backwards, afraid to ask what happened to Maggie and Sasha, making your way to one of the empty houses.

The whole day you’re not able to leave the house. You didn’t even took care of the wounds, just sitting on the floor with your arms wrapped around the knees.
You deserve every bit of pain, because you didn’t allow thought about the possibility that the Saviors leader could be your Negan.
Stupid, when you think about it.
Negan isn’t a very popular name and now two of your friends are dead.
As the sun goes down you’re finally standing up, your bones making a nasty crack sound and you’ve to groan in pain. Quietly, even when it’s not necessary, you’re leaving the house and making sure that no one is around as you stumble towards the gate.
They probably sit together in Gabriel’s church and… you don’t allow yourself to think about it. Think that you’re maybe not a part of this group, of this family anymore.

“Where are you going? Rick said that..”

“Don’t pretend that you give a shit about what Rick said.” You interrupt Spencer and he instantly shuts his mouth. “Just open the gate.”

Spencer frowns, upset about the fact that you called him out, but nods a second later.
“Hey, will you come back?” He asks and you just give him a short shrug.
Like Carol before you take one of the spiked cars, ignoring that your heartbeat increased to a maximum as you slide in the car.
Haphazardly you start driving around before taking the route towards the satellite outpost of Negan. A few cars standing around and you’re knowing that they’re watching you.
Slowly, with arms raised in surrender, you get out of the car.
“I’m, uh, Andrea from Alexandria. I need to talk to Negan.” You shout in the emptiness and step forwards.
You can’t give them your real name, the risks are too high that they come to the same conclusion as Rick and the others. Or that you want to kidding them.
It doesn’t come unexpectedly as they jump out of their hide outs and push you to the ground, right with the face in the dirt. Someone’s digging his knee in your back and you hold back a gasp, guns are instantly aiming at your head.
A warning - like you’d start any second a suicide command.

“You must be really brave to c'mere.. or really stupid.”

“A little bit of both, I guess.” An unamused chuckle leaving your mouth as you look up to the man with the mustache.
“Mh.” He nods, giving you a wide grin as he makes a wave with his hand. “Get her up. Think Negan wants to meet her.”
You’re not sure about this.
But anyway a relieved smile flashes over your face as they drag you up and mustache-man makes a harsh grab for your chin, inspecting you.
A thought running through your mind that Negan would beat the out of him for touching you like this. Or, at least the old Negan would.
“Yeah, Negan definitely wants to meet you.”

It’s a little bit ridiculous that a van full of armed men think it’s necessary to tie you up like a package. And put a sack over your head.
But the feeling fades and gets replaced by nervousness which creeps like ice through your veins. Also your stomach turns by the thought that you’ll meet him in a few minutes, leaving a bitter trail of bile on your tongue.
Even when you can’t imagine that he’ll kill you after calling his weapon of choice after you.
If you should be honest in the end you don’t care about the killing part.
It’s the how-will-my-husband-react part.
Thickly swallowing you notice that the van stopped and the doors open before pulling you out of the trunk.
“What’s that? An early birthday gift?” Negan’s voice reaching your ears and a cold shiver rolls down your spine.
‘Your birthday is in July.’ You want to yell as someone opens the ties around your ankle.
It’s September when you count the days and months correctly.
“She’s from Alexandria, wanting to talk to you.” Mustache aka Simon says and you hear Negan chuckle.
Similar to yours earlier, but nothing alike to the one you know from the past.
“Well, that’ll be fucking interesting.”
A familiar scent tingles to your nose as he’s grabbing your upper arm and guides you towards his home. He seems to be still the gentleman he was as he’s walking slowly with you. But you barely feel your injured leg, every muscle is tense and you’re afraid for the moment when he takes the sack from your head.

Whispering voices, wondering who you are and what you’re doing here, following you as Negan guides you down- and then upstairs and through long hallways.
“Tell Carson I need him later, want him to take a look at her leg.” Negan says and someone gives him a short ‘yes, sir’.
“You bring her to one of the cells?” Simon asks, his voice closer than you thought from his quiet steps.
“Nah, not with her injury. Let’s being some bunch of nice fucks and give her one of the empty rooms.” Negan responds and Simon snorts amused.
Your palms getting wet and your heart jumps in the throat as a door opens and Negan letting you sit down on a bed.
In fact you’re getting the full anxiety attack.
“Let’s look at you.” He mumbles and pulls the sack from your head.
For a moment there’s nothing, but silence while you blink against the brightness and then your eyes meet.
“Boss?” Simon asks irritated as Negan doesn’t move, just staring like he saw a ghost.
“Out.” He mumbles and before Simon can ask again Negan turns to him. “I said get the fuck out!”
Wincing you watch how Negan follows his man and slams the door closed, leaning against it with a heavy pant. The mood is tense as he’s still turned to the door and his shoulders move up and down like he’s crying.
Suddenly you aren’t sure anymore if he’ll not just turn around smash your head in.
“Damn wife.” He finally faces you and your eyes fill with disbelief, because he’s laughing. “You better be fucking joking.”

It's Not A Prank (Fred Weasley x Reader)

A request! I love Fred, thanks for the cute request!❤

You were on a crowed platform 9 and ¾ waiting for your parents to pick you up for summer holiday.

‘They’re always late, you’d think they’d be early to pick up their only daughter’ You thought to yourself.

Suddenly your good friend Angelina sauntered up to you with an odd smirk on her lips.

“Looks like Weasley’s making eyes at you”

You sighed and turned to see Fred Weasley’s eyes flick away and try to talk casually with his twin.

“I’m starting to think it isn’t a prank, (Y/N)” she said, keenly, raising her thin eyebrows at you.

“Yes, it is! I can tell, he’s alway sniggering with his brother whenever I’m around”

“But, what if it wasn’t a prank? Would you say yes then?”

You just stared at her, a knowing smile swiping across her face. “Shut up” you snapped back, causing her to giggle.

Suddenly her face brightened “What?” You asked curiously as you turned to see Fred heading your way. You turned back to her quickly.

“Please don’t leave” you whispered.

She looked pitifully at you for a moment before yelling “Oh, George. I have to hug you goodbye!” she walked toward the other Weasley twin, throwing a wink at Fred as she past him.

You groaned quite audibly. “Hello, (Y/N), looking forward to the summer?” Fred asked confidently, with a smile. “You must think I’m an idiot” you spit, looking accusingly at him.

Fred’s eyebrows scrunched suddenly “I’m sorry? I don’t know what you mean?”

You rolled your eyes “I mean, I know your fake little crush on me is some stupid prank to turn me green or dye my hair, well I’m not falling for it!” He opened and closed his mouth, obviously dumbfounded, trying to find words to say.

'He’s just shocked I figured his stupid little plan.’ you though as you turned, finally spotting your family and walked quickly away.

“See you next year” Fred waved slightly, his voice faltering on the last few words.

Suddenly he felt his brother give him a thump on the back. “You convince her yet?” George asked, wiggling his eyebrows. “Not yet” Fred said looking at you while you hugged your mother, bitting his lip “not yet.”

—time skip—

Your parents dropped you off at Kings Cross and you quickly grabbed your trunk and headed to Platform 9 and ¾.

Your summer was long and quite boring so you were very excited to start the new school year and see all your friends again. One particular person though, was prominent in your thoughts over your holiday.


You found yourself wishing for hours that his 'crush’ on you last year hadn’t been a prank. You though of what it’d be like to have holiday at his house, spend nights with him by the fire in the common room, make jokes with him, cuddle with him, kiss him.

This is when you stopped yourself. 'Constantly thinking about it won’t change the fact that he doesn’t like you.’ You thought as you pushed through the barrier. You looked, confused why the Hogwarts Express wasn’t on the tracks and there were scarcely any people on the platform.

“Oh, we’re just early, Dear. The Hogwarts Express hasn’t arrived yet”

You turned to see a short, ginger, motherly looking women who smiled kindly at you. “Oh” you laughed, checking your watch

“I guess I just got excited”

You dropped your trunk near a post. “What’s your name, Dear. You look familiar” the ginger witch asked politely. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)” you said, smiling, as you shook her plump hand.

“Oh! (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! I’m Molly Weasley. You’re the girl my boy, Fred hasn’t stopped talking about all holiday!” She said cheerfully, taking your hand in both of her’s.

“So beautiful, just as he said. Good marks, too! And a prefect! The perfect young women you are!”

Your face was shocked and you stammered out thank yous whenever you could.

“Now I know Freddie doesn’t get the best marks but it’s only because he apply himself properly. But he’s a man who’d take take care of you, I tell you.” Mrs. Weasley rambled on and on about her son, not noticing the flabbergasted look on your face.

“But very handsome, too. He make a fine-”

Suddenly she was cut off by a “Mum!” You looked away from Molly to see Fred looking terrified.

“Um, Ron needs you immediately, his uh… tooth came out”

Mrs. Weasley dropped your hand and looked strangely at her son

“Ron’s already lost all his teeth”

Fred took her shoulders and guided her off

“Well, then you’d better get over there”

Fred looked back at you, his face was flushed and you saw the nervous look in his eyes.

“I’m sorry if she made you uncomfortable, you know mums”

You looked intensely at him, your jaw still dropped. You suddenly felt very flustered.

“W-was a-all that t-true?”

You stuttered. Fred bit his lip quickly “If she told you what I think she did then, um, yeah”

You’d never seen Fred like this before, his hands were trembling and he was avoiding your gaze, looking at the floor.

“Oh, well-” Fred suddenly got a burst of courage “I’m in love with you, (Y/N) and I’m sorry if I ever made it seem like a prank or something because, I do honestly feel that way and if you don’t feel the same, I understand. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about yo-”

“I haven’t been able to get you off my mind either, I’m in love with you too” you said confidently.

Fred’s eyes went wide “Really?” You stepped forward, so you were inches away from him “Really” you whispered. Fred stared into your eyes for a moment then closed the gap between you. He rested his hands on your waist and pulled you close, you put yours on his chest and slid them up to wrap around his neck. The kiss was cut short when you heard Mrs. Weasley walking back.

“I don’t know what you’re up to Fred but Ron’s teeth are fully- FREDRICK WEASLEY GET YOUR MOUTH OFF THAT POOR GIRL!” She shrieked.

Fred pulled away from you, laughing. His bright eyes looking lovingly at you

“Way to go, Freddie!” You heard George shout from a distance.

“Now I’m much more looking forward to this school year” Fred said, looking down at you. “Me too” you said, smiling as he wrapped his arm around you.

catja  asked:

ngl i was hoping you'd reblog the reunion prompts list, “you’re famous and just got asked if you were ever in love this should be good– WAIT WHAT” au seemed super bellarke and also super your thing, slight preference for famous clarke but either way is great

under 2k it’s still good it’s still good

Bellamy would like to say he doesn’t care that his ex-girlfriend is famous. It’s not really a big deal, after all. Her fame came long after they’d stopped dating, high-school sweethearts who broke up in the natural way when they went off to different colleges. They kept in touch for a few years, saw each other on breaks and over summer vacations, but then his mother died and his sister went to live with his grandmother, and he started going home to a new state for breaks, and two years after that, Octavia told him Clarke was a singer.

So now he knows that his ex-girlfriend is still beautiful, still bright and just a little too serious and not great at being a celebrity, and if he still knew her for any reason except that she was famous, he’d probably call her up.

But it’s the fame thing, so instead he just keeps track of her as best he can without feeling like a creep. He buys her album, which is amazing, doesn’t actually follow any of her social media, but instead checks her official Twitter, which she absolutely does not run, and keeps track of all her singles and public appearances. Which is, he has on good authority, hilarious, because he’s generally the least musically aware person on the planet, and now he is an expert on exactly one pop-culture figure.

“You should absolutely call her,” his sister tells him. “Like, come on. It’s not like you’re some random creepy fan.”

“Yeah, I’m a specific creepy fan. That makes it so much better.”

“You guys dated,” she points out, not unreasonably. “Not that I want to think about this, but I assume you’ve seen her naked.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen you naked is a great way to start a conversation with a celebrity, O. It just makes them think you’re threatening to release a sex tape. Which I don’t have,” he adds, quickly. “Don’t worry. Just–seriously, it would be weird. I probably don’t even have her number any more.”

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@chasingawaythefoosa asked for a rock star/manager au

*Added ao3/ff.net links*

Also on FF.NET/AO3

Killian Jones was such a cliche.

Black leather, brooding good looks, eyeliner. The works.

Emma Swan teased him about it constantly.

It was what had made him so popular on the Boston circuit. That and the fact that he was a hell of a singer.

Quite how Emma had ended up managing the roguish Brit was a bit of a convoluted tale involving mutual friends, low funds and too much vodka. Turned out though that she was good at it. So good, that every weekend Kilian was booked solid, playing to packed crowds with his small back up band. There were even enquiries coming from further afield, tentative requests from record companies and, yes, groupies.

Which was who she was fighting through at The Rabbit Hole one Friday night after a killer set that had lit up the room and left a small gaggle of ladies lingering by the door that led backstage.

“‘Xcuse me,” she huffed, wriggling through the mass of hairspray and cheap themed cocktails. Tiny, the bouncer, nodded her through the sacred door as the other women pouted and complained.

“More this week,” he observed as she passed by.

“Yep,” she quipped, side-eyeing the one trying to slip Tiny a ten to let her go through. “Same old, just more of.”

Backstage, the band members were packing up their equipment, but Killian was sat alone, his ever present hip-flask dangling between his fingers.

“That was a good show.”

He looked up as she approached, his smile warm and genuine.

“I messed up a few chords in that last song.” There was a frown as he took another drink.

“Like anyone noticed.” She pulled up one of those cheap orange plastic chairs that seemed to congregate in spaces like that, and sat beside him. “You have quite the group waiting for you.”

She nodded towards the door and he twisted his mouth. “Not tonight Swan.”

Emma raised her brows. He usually liked to spend the last hour or so in the bar, picking up a few numbers, or just women in general.

Come to think of it, it had been some time since she had actually seen him leave with someone.

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You’re on the train just tryna kickback and this old woman sits next to you and she won’t stop talking about her grandkids, and how she doesn’t see them much anymore and you don’t wanna be rude but you really want her to shut up and Tom sitting a little further behind you is on the same train and he notices-

“Hey love, sorry I couldn’t find you, the train is so packed.”

And like you know straight away that this boy is your saviour.

“….yeah it’s fine I was just waiting for you..sweetheart”

So he’s chatting up the old lady like the English CHARMER he is, with that stupid gorgeous toothy smile he does and eventually she moves so the ‘beautiful couple’ can sit together. He just sits down next you, and the old lady looks back to wave at you so he like grabs your hand really abruptly, and the old lady just thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world and so do you ngl. Then when she’s finally out of sight he lets go of your hand slowly which is lowkey disappointing.

“Sorry, I could just see you were getting bored out of your mind I thought I’d-”

“No, thank you. I appreciate it.”

“I can go sit back where I was if you like I don’t want to annoy you or anything.”

“No stay. You’re not annoying me at all actually.”

Then he just does that nervous smile/look down combo he does and WOW your heart is going WILD.

“So what’s my fake boyfriends name then?”


Happy Waffle Day!

Here, have a one shot!

Originally posted by dennys

Awful Waffles

“Hide!  Darcy’s making waffles again.”

Sam’s announcement was rushed, whispered and scared.  It had its intended effect and everyone of the Secret Avengers, plus the Barton kids, abandoned their journey to the main cabin and scattered in a panic.   Clint actually got teary eyed, but no one could blame him.  

He’d been stupid enough to try one of Darcy’s waffles just three months ago, when she and Jane Foster had finally arrived at the hidden base of operations in the foothills of the Appalachia.  She had a star spangled waffle maker, literally.  It had been the only thing she had brought with her when Natasha had rushed them out of a science conference before Thaddeus Ross could arrest them for unregistered super science .   Apparently it was more important for Darcy to keep making waffles rather than even change her clothing.  

(It didn’t matter, because she’d been borrowing big cozy sweatshirts from Steve Rogers and leggings from Wanda.  No one was complaining, especially not Steve).

Clint had been the first victim of Darcy’s waffles, but he hadn’t been the last.

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Classified 7

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Doctor!Reader

Warning: Swearing, Death, Heart Break, Angst, Fluff, violence and hostages//Take Over.

A/N: If you want to be tagged just let me know!! Feedback is always loved.

Rule One of being a doctor, don’t get over attached to your patients.

Well that rules been broken.

Rule Two of being a doctor, don’t date your patients.

But what if he has blue eyes and a killer smile that make your insides throw a dance party when he’s near you??
Rule Three of being a doctor, don’t ever loose focus on doing your job, nothing comes between you and your career.

See comment above… was the smile mentioned? Or that he’s Captain America?

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Hero ~ Fred Weasley imagine

 !My Imagine!

You stared down at your breakfast, poking at the food that lied on your plate. For the first time all week, you hadn’t felt hungry. 

Suddenly, while you were lost in thought, your best friend Christina, snuck up behind you. She then whispered “Hi” in your ear, making you jump and drop your fork. Christina laughed as you picked up your fork. “Come on, Christina. I’m scared enough as it is” You said, staring down at your plate once more. 

“Why?” She asked. You glared at her. “Oh yeah. Today’s the big quidditch match”

You were Hufflepuff’s seeker and today was the match against Gryffindor; the team that you’ve lost to on countless occasions.

“Well, you better eat. You’ll need strength for today” Christina said, taking a seat next to you. 

Everyone in the Great Hall was buzzing about the game. Especially since it was raining heavily outside and it was nearly impossible to see anything. 

“I wish they would just cancel the game.” You said, pushing your plate away.

“(Y/N), don’t be like that! You have to stay positive!” Christina beamed

“How can I stay positive when I know we’re gonna lose again?”

“You never know! Today could be your lucky day!”

“Yeah, right”


You sat on a bench in the locker room, quietly giving yourself a pep talk. 

“Christina’s right; You have to stay positive. You’re gonna win today, even if it kills you” You thought.

They began calling out the teams. Everyone shouted and roared for the Gryffindor team. 

Even though people still cheered when Hufflepuff entered, It was less enthusiastic. 

You mounted your broom and flew to the center. In front of you, you saw Fred Weasley. 

You and Fred never really talked, but you would see each other in the hall and in a few classes and he would always give you a friendly smile. Sometimes, a smile and a wave. You wished you could be able to talk to him more, because truthfully, you had a small crush on him… Maybe not that small. 

You were absolutely in love with him. But he barely knows you.

You snapped out of reality when Madame Hooch stepped into the center of the field. “I want a clean game! On your brooms, ready!” Madame Hooch announced. She then blew her whistle, and you shot yourself high into the sky. The rain had gotten lighter, but it was still foggy, and it was difficult to see. Thankfully, Christina had put a spell on your goggles so you could see better.

You scanned the field for the snitch, hoping Harry wouldn’t get to it first.  

For what seemed like forever, you avoided bludgers and tried not to get knocked off your broom, but you still couldn’t find the snitch. 

Then, a flash of gold caught your eye. It was the snitch. 

The bad thing was, it caught Harry’s as well.

You both flew quickly towards the snitch, desperately trying to grab it. It began to fly up, and you both continued to follow it deep into the misty sky


You and Harry were next to each other, both reaching out for the snitch. Then, you managed to gain more speed and got closer to the snitch. You could almost feel it against your finger tips. You touched it! You could feel it on your fingers!

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bludger had flown into you, knocking you out, causing you to fall off your broom!


You were still falling unconsciously to what it seemed like your death.

But right before you hit the ground, someone caught you.

It was Fred. 


You woke up in the hospital wing, and sitting in a chair next to your bed was Fred. You tried to sit up, but felt a pain in your side. “Lay back down, Love. You took a terrible fall yesterday” He said softly, laying you back down.

“I did? What happened?” You asked

Fred then explained everything that happened with the bludger and you falling, but still managing to hold onto the snitch, and how you finally won.

“And if it weren’t for Fred here catching you before you hit the ground, you’re injuries could have been much worse” Madame Pomfrey said, interrupting the conversation. “Good to see you awake. I’ll be right back" 

"You caught me?” You asked, looking up at him. He blushed a little and nodded. 

“Thank you” You smiled. 

“Well, I wasn’t just about to let a beautiful girl fall and break every bone in her body" 

Your eyes widened as he said those words. "What?" 

”(Y/N), you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, and that’s why I haven’t really talked to you much. I’m worried that I’ll say something stupid and freak you out, so I just smile and wave.“ Fred said sweetly.

You’re face was completely red. "Well… You’re doing a pretty good job at talking to me now”

“Well, you’ve been waking up and going back to sleep a lot so I was hoping it would happen now”

You giggled. “I have to tell you a secret. Come here" 

He leaned in close.


He leaned in closer until you were face to face. 

You slightly brought your head up and pressed your lips against his. He was taken off guard, but kissed you back. He placed his hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss. You both pulled away, absolutely breathless. 

You gazed up at him and smiled. 

"Not to be weird, but I want to do that a lot more” He chuckled.

You giggled and placed your hand on his. “You can. Just ask me the question”

“(Y/N), will you-" 

"Hey, you gotta do more than that to ask me out” You laughed. 

He smirked, and grabbed the flower that sat in a vase next to your bed. He got down on one knee and held your hand in his free hand

(Y/N), will you make me the happiest boy in the world, and be my girlfriend?“ 

You smiled. "I would love to” You said, giving him a kiss on the cheek


Bonne Nuit || David x Reader

Prompt: David has his first break up and you’re here to act as support and play a bit of a part in helping him get over it alongside the campers. 

Words: 3193

Warnings: SPOILERS TO CAMP CAMP SEASON 2 EPISODE 7 !!!!!! okay but a lot of fluff and crying david, swearing, and supportive mom Gwen, counselor Reader, Reader is usually super patient, reader is lowkey gay for the waitress, oh and Max is actually trustworthy of the reader

Author’s Notes: This concept has been swollen in my mind since the episode came out for FIRST members, and I felt compelled to write this out. Also, a lot of the beginning dialogue and some in between are not written by me, and is directly taken from the show. And shit this is a lot longer than I anticipated.

 “And that covers the basics of the Heimlich Maneuver.” Gwen said with a gentle tone, glancing over toward David with an almost pitiful smile. You cleared your throat and cut in for her, both of you sheepishly walking toward the teary-eyed counselor.

“David, would you like to demonstrate what we’ve learned on the dummy?” You asked quietly, hands clasped in front of you. David sobbingly met you both half way with the dummy being pushed by the shoulders, stifling an array of soaked tears.

“Sure thing,” David cried out, sniffling before continuing to speak. You could hear Max grumbled something on the lines of, “Oh, God, here it comes.” And upon more usual situations, you’d scold Max for being so outwardly rude, but this time you couldn’t help, but silently agree.

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un coup de main, si'l te plait.

A/n: because I wonder if that would be part of Ladybug’s job description and because this is a very personal topic.

TW: mentions of suicide and depression.

Beyond all the magic that’s come into her life after becoming Ladybug…beyond all the Akuma and the dangers and joys…this is perhaps the oddest and most important of her self-inflicted responsibilities.

The Eiffel Tower is beautiful and scintillating, a spot of hope and pride that shimmers gilded and golden in the night.

And it’s so tall. It used to be one of her favorite spots to sit and watch the city. But that was a short lived time of enjoyment, because this responsibility of hers has leached away any joy.

Or rather, she’d feel guilty if she got any joy out of staying here. She doesn’t tell Chat Noir about these patrols.

He always seems tired and somehow, she feels a more personal drive. Something wedged in the sadness and anxiety she’d long since learned how to hide well.

She’s so high up…and so is the lovely girl with red hair done up in two braids. The girl doesn’t seem to see her and it’s after hours. She shouldn’t be here.

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Summary: Calum has never been in love- ever; it’s not on his top priority of things to do either. But, when the band is on break for the holidays, and Calum wants to spend time with his mum, who is the owner of the top ballet/dance company in the country; Calum meets a girl whose eyes held more galaxies than the universe, and a smile that made his heart beat faster than ever before. This might just make him change his priorities up a bit, but sometimes there are tough decisions to make in the industry.

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anonymous asked:

If your taking requests, can you please do a Comedic Izuocha fic where Izuku gets put on a U.A dating game and Ochako competes because she wants to "help Deku out of this situation" but it's actually due to jealousy/competitiveness 😅😂

Note: THANKS FOR THE REQUEST! This one was interesting to write…I had to delete a lot of the parts I initially wrote because it got wayyyy too long. Anyways, I torally forgot it was supposed to be a UA dating game tho…just made it into a TV dating game. Perhaps I will write the UA dating one another time. Hope you enjoy this anyway!

Rated: T// Izuocha //

In which Deku was forced to be on a Dating TV show

               Why was he in this situation again? Oh right, Bakugou wanted to prank him so he put his name on the show’s ‘Next Bachelor’ contest. And who would have predicted that Deku’s name was drawn.

He turned around, dragging his heels as he did so and scanned the arena. The place was breathtaking! With the sparkling lights and the dazzling décor, this was truly an amazing set-up. This is going to be on national TV after all, he thought. The audience was cheering wildly as the host entered the stage, and he felt foolish being there by himself. The ‘candidates’ were to enter after the host does his introduction, and Deku was instructed to position himself like a statue. He donned an idiotic grin, and his eyes suddenly went wide. Is he imagining things or are most of his classmates in the front row?

“He looks super shocked, dude,” Tokoyami whispered to the person beside him, which happened to be Todoroki, “Midoriya had no idea we were coming.”

Todoroki nodded and turned around. There behind his seat, was Bakugou holding his stomach and curling up, laughing non-stop. The five girls sat right between Bakugou and Kaminari, while Mineta was squished between Todoroki and Kirishima in the front.

“Now,” the host yelled, lifting up his left arm to gesture to the side of the stage, “Here comes our lovely ladies!” Everyone screamed and cheered, some even waved their handmade signs.

Deku gulped. His hands were sweating and he felt like those stage lights were giving him a heatstroke. He smiled weakly as the girls entered one by one while the host gave a brief introduction to each. All that information went in one ear and exited the next. Deku had no idea what the hell was going on.

“And last by not least,” the host said while drum rolls were heard, “we have Uraraka Ochako! She is a lovely lady studying at UA right now-“

Deku felt as if his heart was going to jump right out of his ribcage. Uraraka?! What the f-

“Why the hell is Uraraka there?” Bakugou and Kirishima cried out at the same time, the latter looking as if his eyes were going to fall out of their sockets. 

“She said she wanted to help him out,” Jirou grunted, “Stupid if you asked me but hell with it, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” 

Uraraka walked out in a floral dress and waved to the crowd. She wasn’t used to the heels that she lent from Hagakure so her movement was a little laggy. At one point she even seemed like she was going to twist her ankle.

“So any ideas on whom you’ll choose, Midoriya Izuku?” The host cried out, snapping him out of his reverie, “For the next 45 minutes, you have to eliminate all the candidates down to one! Round one, based on the introductions, you have to choose 3 finalists!”

Deku and Uraraka stared at each other nervously. He swallowed hard. He doesn’t even remember who’s who! He scanned at all 5 of the contestants and started to pull on his tie out of anxiety. Oh god, he can’t breathe. 

“Uh,” he muttered and pulled his hands behind him, trying extra hard to relax, “Okay….” Everyone focused on him.

“I’ll choose her, and…uh her, and Uraraka,” he answered in hurry. Honestly he just chose the first two because they were closest to him on the stage. And Uraraka’s well…Uraraka. The arena abruptly bustled with joyous applause.

“And what are your reasons?” The host looked at him and then at the audience, “It’s strange that you remember Uraraka’s name….OH WAIT” he did a dramatic pause, “Is she perhaps your classmate?!” People started to gasp.

“Yes actually…”

A flush of excitement filled the atmosphere.


For the next thirty minutes, Deku was forced to play stupid ‘games’ with the three candidates. One was choosing them based on their talents and the second girl did a catwalk in a bikini. As if that’s a talent, Uraraka smirked, but glared at Deku when his face started to get red from the performance.  When it was her turn, Uraraka came on stage with a pink tutu and did an impressive ballet dance which shook the crowd, prompting everyone to do a standing ovation.

“Uraraka can dance?” Hagakure questioned in a surprised tone, “Can she be my girlfriend?” Yaoyorozu chuckled while Mineta drooled at that comment.

               “Now,” the host said while briefly fixing his floral corsage, “It’s the last round! Uraraka and Tanaka must do a Midoriya-themed trivia face off!”

               The host guided the two girls in their chairs. Tanaka, dressed in a beautiful black dress, strutted over to her spot and Uraraka knew then she was trying to show off her curves. Tanaka sent Deku a flirty wink and Uraraka squinted at her. What a devil.

               “First question, what is the nickname of Midoriya’s best friend with the explosion quirk?”

               Bakugou choked, “WHAT?!”

               “It’s Bakubaku?” Tanaka looked puzzled and Uraraka scoffed.

               “Too easy,” Yaoyorozu could see Uraraka’s shit-eating grin from a mile away, “It’s Kacchan.”


               Everyone burst out in laughter, and Bakugou punched his seat so hard, a slight explosion came out of his palm.

The next 10 minutes were crazy, however. Both of the two girls’ scores were so close, and Uraraka was seriously surprised. Did Tanaka stalk him or something? How does she know so much about him?

“Okay wow, girls,” The host wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, “Alright this one is the lightning round. You two have a choice of making this ALL OR NOTHING or DOUBLE POINTS. Which will you choose?”


“ITS ON! ALL OR NOTHING!!!!” Uraraka screamed out, the fire in her eyes bursting fervently. Uraraka looked like she was hyperventilating and Tanaka shrugged.

“Alright, all or nothing then.”

“OKAY, last question…what brand of notebook does he use for his hero research?”

Deku saw Uraraka’s expression turn into a devious smug.

“Um…I’ll have to pass…on that one,” Tanaka said, looking ashamed.

“It’s Campos,” Uraraka said matter-of-factly, “I know because-“

She halted, exasperated that she blurted out the last bit.

“Oh, there’s an explanation!” The host announced, “because what?”

Her face transformed into a fresh shade of pink.

               “Because…Deku-kun always wants to help. He’s always helping people. And whenever I was in trouble, he’d give it to me, to share his knowledge with me. It’s…it’s admirable, really.”

               The next moment felt like a storm. Deku wanted to cover his face in embarrassment but Uraraka’s enticing gaze awakened a new feeling inside him. He moved over, albeit robotically, and wrapped his arms around her. Tanaka gave a frustrated huff and marched off the stage.

“Looks like we got a winner, everyone,” The host held his microphone closer, “Let’s clap for the new couple!”

“Thanks,” Deku muttered into her ear and Uraraka could only giggle in response.

“Don’t worry, I had my fun,” Uraraka replied, listening to the thunderous shouting around them. 

He held onto her tighter, beaming, and let her warmth bathe him.

SessKag Week Day 5 - At the Beach

The Bikini Experiment

Modern Day AU / Romance /  1,291 words

Kagome fussed in front of the mirror, turning this way and that. She adjusted the bikini top, feeling self-conscious. 

She had been perfectly happy with her old one-piece swimsuit, but when she’d told Sango that Sesshoumaru had agreed to go to the beach with her, she had all but dragged her into a store and made her buy the bikini.

Though Kagome had wanted a day at the beach – like one you always saw in shoujo manga – she’d been surprised that Sesshoumaru had agreed to it. He was some years older than her and from a very well-off family…  Thus he was more the ‘wine and dine in a fancy setting’ type than ‘let’s go to the beach’ type.

 But that he was willing to step out of his comfort zone even though their relationship was still fresh and budding gave Kagome hope that despite their differences they might manage to build something together. Eventually.

Kagome pursed her lips.

Well, she would just have to trust Sango’s judgement and fashion sense.

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