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So, someone asked for 75. 

“You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

In case you can’t tell from my last few drabbles, I’m feeling the pregstrid right now.

Set after HTTYD 2


“You fainted, straight into my arms.” Hiccup smirked. “You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Astrid pushed her bangs out of her face. The dizziness that had sent her sprawling still lingered, but at least the world was no longer spinning quite so fast. “I didn’t faint.” She grumbled.

She opened her eyes and was greeted by Stormfly’s worried face. The dragon’s head tilted in question.

“I’m okay girl,” Astrid murmured and reached up to scratch the Nadder’s neck.

Hiccup kneeled down beside Astrid “You did. You totally did.” The grin faded as he gazed at Astrid in concern. “Are you okay?”

Astrid sat up slowly. “I’m fine. And, first of all, I didn’t faint. I passed out.”

“Sure.” Hiccup offered a hand to pull Astrid to her feet. She gripped his arms as another wave of dizziness swept over her.

“Second of all, your noodle arms dropped me!”

“My noodle-? I did not drop you. Besides, I wasn’t exactly given much warning before you went down. Maybe if you’d told me you weren’t feeling well-“ Hiccup held Astrid steady as she swayed. “Look, it doesn’t matter now.”

“Ugh, I don’t feel well.” Astrid’s hand went to her queasy stomach. Stormfly was hopping around the two riders, keeping closer.

“Maybe we should head back to Berk.” Hiccup lead Astrid over to Toothless.

The two Viking’s had taken advantage of an unusually quiet morning and made their escape to the cove where Hiccup had first met Toothless. It was their go-to date spot when they wanted to be undisturbed without venturing too far for the village.

“It’s not a long flight back but you should ride with Toothless and I, just in case you feel dizzy again.” Toothless crouched so that Hiccup could help Astrid up on to the saddle.

The Deadly Nadder was watching them carefully. “I’m fine Stormfly,” Astrid tried to reassure her, though she clutched the handles on Toothless’s saddle with white knuckled.

Hiccup climbed up behind Astrid, wrapping his arms around her.

“Stormfly seems really concerned.” He mumbled into her ear. “You’ve been sick before, but I’ve never seen her quite like this. She was acting weird yesterday too. Maybe we should get you checked out.”

“Maybe you and Stormfly should relax.” Astrid had her eyes closed. Her head was tipped back against Hiccup’s chest as Toothless launched himself into the air. The motion made her stomach flip unpleasantly. “We had dinner with your mom last night, it was probably just something I ate.”

“Mom cooks just as well as you do.”

Astrid cracked an eye open to give her husband an amused looked. “We both know my cooking is bad.”

“Only when you experiment.” Hiccup brushed a hand against Astrid’s forehead. She didn’t feel warm. “And we ate the same food last night. If that was the issue, I’d be sick too.”

They were already gliding into Berk, but the short trip had turned Astrid green. As soon as Toothless touched down, she was slipping from the saddle and bending to retch onto the grass.

Hiccup jumped down to stand behind her, rubbing soothing circles on her back and holding her braid out of the way. Stormfly hovered nearby chirping anxiously.

“That’s it,” he told her when she straightened. “I’m taking you to see Gothi.”

“I don’t want to go see Gothi,” Astrid complained. “I just want to go home.”

“Fine,” Hiccup conceded, “but if you’re still sick like this tomorrow, I’m taking you to see a healer.” He led her up to their house.

Valka was inside, tidying up.

“Mom? I didn’t expect you to be here.” Hiccup left the front door open so that Toothless could follow them in. Stormfly was too wide to fit so she sat with her head poking through the doorway.

“I thought you two would be off on your little date.” Valka walked over to the couple.

“We came back early; Astrid wasn’t feeling well.” Hiccup left Astrid with his mother so he could fetch her a clean shirt.

Valka tutted in sympathy. “Oh no, Astrid dear, sit down.

“Actually, I’m feeling much better,” Astrid admitted. She took a seat by the fire. “I was feeling a bit queasy before, but that’s completely gone now.”

“Really?” Valka took a seat beside her daughter in law.

“Yeah,” Astrid shrugged. “Don’t tell Hiccup, but I was feeling a bit unwell yesterday too, but it passed pretty quickly.”

Valka looked thoughtful. She chose her next words carefully.

“Have you considered dear, that you might be pregnant?”

All the colour drained from Astrid’s face.

“What? That’s not possible, it’s been-“ She counted up on her fingers, trailing off as she added the numbers up.

Hiccup reappeared and handed Astrid her shirt. She took it with numb fingers and balled the fabric up in her fists.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He knelt down in front of her.

“I-I think I’m pregnant.”

Hiccup knelt in stunned silence for a moment.

“Are you sure?”

“No, not completely…but… what if I am?” Astrid could feel her eyes stinging. She swiped at her eyes.

“If you were pregnant?” Hiccup took Astrid’s hands. “That would be amazing!” He leaned forward to kiss her.

Laughing, Astrid pulled away. “We don’t even know for sure! What if it is just food poisoning?”

“Whether it’s a baby or if it’s just mom’s bad cooking-“ Hiccup stood, pulling Astrid to her feet with him. “We’ll face it together.” He stepped up closer to Astrid. She tipped her face up to meet him.

Valka took the opportunity to quietly let herself out.

I'm stuck with who?

Pairing: John Murphy X Reader
Requested: Yes 
Warnings: vulgar language, violence, and slight sexual themes
A/N: Sorry this is late, I have a busy week! To the anon that requested this– I hope you enjoy it! 
Word count : 1685
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“What was that sound?” Murphy asks, his head moving toward the noise that came from farther up the shore.

“I don’t know, hopefully someone here to kill you, so I don’t have to have your blood on my hands,” you reply from your place on the sand. You two had been lying on the beach since Jaha had run off, following more of his crazy delusions. It’s two days after you’d been wandering in through the dead zone with Jaha and his group of misfits. You can’t shake the memories from your head.

Holy shit. That’s all that passed through your mind as you watched Harris’s body be blown to pieces by the land mine he stepped on. You had made the decision to follow Jaha into the dead zone, now you wished you had thought this idea through with a little more foresight. Sadly, you realize, nobody would miss you, if you were the one who’d stepped on the land mine. All of the delinquents you’d been sent to Earth with despised you, you were notorious for your sarcastic comments, bad attitude, and ‘don’t fuck with me’ persona. Everyone had avoided you, afraid to piss you off and be on the other side of your right hook. The only people that could have wanted you to stay back, in case you died, had already died themselves. Your parents. They died during the Ark’s descent to Earth, of course the station they had been on was the one that burned up in the atmosphere. But now, you’re following a deranged man, that thinks he’s the messiah, into unknown territory. This is definitely at the top of the list entitled 'stupid decisions Y/N has made’.

Of course that journey was filled to the brim of sarcastic, nasty comments thrown between you and Murphy. You can’t remember ever saying one nice thing to the boy. Back at the dropship you two got into quarrels almost every time your eyes locked, both of you are not only short tempered, but ready to fight at a moment’s notice.

“If it is a murderer I’d be glad they killed me, then I wouldn’t have to deal with your annoying ass all the time,” came Murphy’s sarcastic reply drawing you out of your thoughts. He lifts his body from the sand and makes his way over to the lighthouse.

“Well, are you coming or not?” Murphy asks you, in a demanding tone of voice, obviously annoyed that you weren’t following him.

“Y-yeah, yeah,” you say struggling to stand up, your leg still bleeding from the sea monster attack. Murphy starts up the hill, while you hobble behind him, as fast as your two legs can carry you. Nearing the lighthouse you see Murphy racing inside a hole in the wall, the noise you two heard must have been a door opening. You still, your instincts are screaming at you to be cautious and not go inside. But, you ignore them and continue through the frame once you hear music coming from inside.

“Woah,” you whisper under your breath. Once you’re at the bottom of the stairs, your eyes soak in everything around you. There’s a pool table standing in the middle of the room, alcohol littered the counters, motorcycles you had only seen in history textbooks were parked in the hallway.

“Look at this place,” Murphy says, head turned over his shoulder at you, “There’s food, music, running water, everything I’ve ever needed. Now all I need is someone to share it with, sadly my only option is you.” He pours himself a glass of alcohol, you can’t tell what type it is from this far away. Moving toward him you say, “Hey asshole, you’re not who I’d want to be here with either. Pour me a glass while you’re at it. I’m gonna explore.”

You walk down the hallway, taking a mental inventory of everything you see. There’s only two rooms down this way: a bathroom containing a shower and toilet, and one bedroom fitted with a king-sized bed. You choose to explore the bedroom first. The bed is covered in an inane amount of pillows, too many for one person to ever need. Throwing open the closet doors you see it’s as full as the kitchen cupboards.

“I’m gonna utilize the shower in here, ya know, get the rest of Harris off me. When I’m done you should do the same!” You call out to Murphy after exiting the bedroom. He’s sitting on the couch, engrossed in a video on the screen. “What is that?” You question, taking a step closer to him.

“Nothing,” he tells you after tearing his eyes away from the screen. He seems out of it, as if he weren’t expecting what happened in the movie. “Go take your shower, you reek.” Suddenly Murphy is back to his normal agitating self.

“Only if you promise to take one after,” you sneer. It’s a half hearted come back, even Murphy can tell. You’ve never seen him act like that, a shell of himself, like he wasn’t really there. Even if you hate the kid you can’t help but to worry about him. Just because the top layers of your personality consist of sarcasm, bitterness, and hatred, doesn’t mean that there’s not a nice, caring, and sympathetic core underneath. Turning, you walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on. There’s no use in asking Murphy more about it, he wouldn’t open up to you anyways.

In the shower, you relish the warmth of the water as it envelopes your body. You’d forgotten how good this felt. You watched as the grime that covered your body was washed down the drain, this is the first time you’ve felt truly clean in months. After taking thirty minutes to fully cleanse yourself, you step out of the tub and grab a towel that was stashed under the sink. Wrapping it around your body, you open the bathroom door and make your way to the bedroom. You open the door to find Murphy sifting through the closet, looking for god knows what.

“Throw me some clothes, will you?” you ask in a not-so-friendly voice.

“Maybe if you make it worth my while,” he says, a smirk crossing his face as his eyes linger over your towel clad body.

“Only in your dreams, Murphy.” You walk to the closet trying to nudge him aside to grab clothes yourself. It doesn’t work, he stands stock still, his clothed body brushing against your bare skin.

“Why dream when the real thing is right in front of me?” he smirks, dragging his hand up your arm.

“Oh, only if you hadn’t been such a dick to me. Maybe your fantasies would have become a reality,” you whisper to him before striding back to the bathroom, clothes in hand.

“Well, you’re no walk in the park either, bitch,” he calls after you. “Before I forget to tell you, the door closed. Tried opening it, but it’s no use, we’re trapped in here. Together.” You looked over at him, the fear on your face clear as day. Your body starts going into panic mode, breathing becoming erratic, heart racing. “I wouldn’t worry so much, there’s plenty of food, okay?” His voice sounds, dare you say, caring. You nod at him, concealing your emotions, then turn to continue the task you were doing. After getting dressed you head back into the bedroom, planning on going to sleep, but stop in your tracks when your eyes land on Murphy taking his shirt off.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he tells you with a smirk spreading across his face. How did he know that you were looking at him? His back was to you. You decide to ignore him.

“Uh, I hope you know, I plan on sleeping in that bed.” You switch off the light, and start walking to the bed side closest to the door.

“And I hope you know, I’m not sleeping anywhere but this bed,” he starts pulling the covers back. You continue getting into, what you’ve deemed, your side of the bed.

“You better not try and cop a feel, or else you’ll be waking up with no hands,” you snarl at him before lying down and pulling the covers around your body.

“Trust me, I wouldn’t dream of it,” he replies, situating himself in bed. You both face away from one another, staring at the walls. It only takes you a few minutes to drift off to sleep. It’s been so long since you’ve felt the comfort of a soft bed, fluffy pillows, and a warm blanket around you. That combined with the exhaustion of wandering through the deadline for days, makes it easy to forget about not being able to leave this lighthouse. Until you start dreaming, that is.
***
You’re sat on the couch, facing the television screen. Looking around you notice a body, lying in front of your feet, lifeless. Examining it you see the bony body, and sunken in face of Murphy. Screaming, you try to move as far away from him as possible, but you’re stuck staring into his blank, dead face.

You feel something wrap around your body, stilling your thrashing movements. Slowly, the scene fades away into blackness. A calm floods over you, and your mind keeps the nightmares away, allowing you to have a good night’s sleep.
***
You wake up in the morning, feeling well rested and safe. Shifting, you feel an unusual weight on your waist. You turn your body to face the presence behind you, and you see Murphy’s sleeping face. Pictures from your nightmare come to mind, pushing them away you take in his features: pale skin, sharp cheekbones, long dark eyelashes, smooth pink lips. He looks so innocent when he’s asleep and can’t spew rude comments at you. Sighing, you decide to enjoy this moment of peace, and cuddle closer to him. His arms tighten around you, and you start to think that maybe being stuck in this place with him could be a good thing.

recordsofme  asked:

one word prompt for skimmons Housekeys

five keys that daisy gives jemma and one key that jemma gives daisy

Jemma follows Daisy down the street and into the hardware store without really paying much attention.

She’s making notes and jotting down a list of the things they need to do for their first project in biology, so she doesn’t really put two and two together until a key hanging from a plastic tie drops on top of her tablet.

Jemma makes a noise because the metal could’ve scratched it and lets the key fall into the palm of her hand.

She looks up at Daisy brows furrowing, but before she can ask, Daisy turns around and starts walking out of store.

Jemma hurries after her, and ends up catching her outside in the corner standing in line for the ice cream vendor.

“Hey!” Jemma says as she passes two people in line after Daisy who grumble at her. She ignores them and steps up beside Daisy.

Daisy gives her a look out of the corner of her eye.

Jemma tucks the tablet underneath her arm, and motions her other hand with the key in it.

“What’s this for?”

Daisy turns to her then, and raises an eyebrow. “You’re always talking about how I keep losing my locker key…”

“Because you do,” Jemma interrupts her.

Daisy rolls her eyes. “Yeah, okay. That’s why I’m giving you a copy.”

Jemma gives her a confused look, “That doesn’t make any sense.”

Daisy rolls her eyes, again.

“You never lose your keys.”

“But we’re not talking about me,” Jemma says feeling a little wrong footed.

Daisy sighs exasperated and orders both of them ice cream since she’s up next.

She pays and takes the ice cream from the vendor before handing Jemma her strawberry cone and taking a bite out of her marshmallow, chocolate and peanut and covered in sprinkles chocolate monstrosity.

“You’ll have my key,” Daisy says in between licks of ice cream as they walk back towards Jemma’s home. “That way if I ever lose it…”

“When,” Jemma interjects under her breath.

Daisy shoots her a look from the corner of her eye, and rolls her eyes once again.

“Fine, so when I lose it, you’ll have the spare.”

“That actually makes sense,” Jemma says haltingly. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Because you’re not nearly as smart as you think you are?” Daisy asks.

Jemma stops walking giving her an incredulous look.

Daisy bursts out laughing. “The look on your face!” She continues walking, eating her ice cream and chuckling.

Jemma squeezes the key in her hand tightly feeling the teeth biting against the skin of her palm and follows after Daisy because it’s what she always does.

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anonymous asked:

*whispers* I need some fic. *yells* Please! It's been FOREVER since you posted any! (Well 2 weeks, technically) *cries hysterically* I'm going crazy without Robron! Fic is the only thing keeping me hanging on. *yells through tears* Please?!? Take pity on a poor talentless idiot who misses her boys! *whispers* sorry for this ask, I really am losing it. :-(

Hiiii!

Okay so I don’t have any fic to post on AO3 but I’m awfully nice and can’t resist a message like this so I sat down and came up with this for you…I hope it helps a little ☺️

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Aaron flicked the switch up and down a few times until Robert huffed in annoyance,
“It’s not gonna work.”
Aaron looked over at him, narrowing his eyes slightly and flipping the switch again,
“Aaron!”
He laughed as he dropped his hand,
“Calm down. It’s just a power cut.”
Robert leant over the counter and looked out of the window,
“House over the road has lights.”
Aaron shrugged as he pushed himself up to sit on the other counter,
“So?”
He reached for a biscuit from the half empty packet, making a mental note to put more on the shopping list,
“So…means there’s something wrong with our lights.”
Aaron chewed the biscuit and nodded his head toward the utility,
“Checked the fuse box?”
Robert threw his hands up, voice drenched in sarcasm,
“Of course! The fuse box. Never thought of that, thank god you’re here.”
Aaron scoffed,
“Alright, no need to be like that.”
“Don’t suggest stupid things then.”
He jumped from the counter,
“Deal with it yourself.”
He started to leave, pulled back suddenly by Robert’s hand around his wrist,
“I’m sorry.”
Aaron raised his eyebrows, letting Robert pull him in with a roll of his eyes; instinctively reaching for his waist,
“It’s just a power cut.”
Robert put his arms around Aaron’s neck,
“I just want this place to be perfect. And if there’s a problem then I need to know.”
Aaron smirked,
“Control freak.”
Robert scoffed,
“Lazy arse.”
Aaron pulled him close,
“Best watch your mouth Sugden.”
Robert pushed a hand through the man’s hair,
“Oh yeah?”
Aaron nodded,
“Yeah.”
Robert smiled as he closed the gap between them, kissing him with a satisfied moan. Aaron’s mouth had just fallen open when the crack of thunder pulled them apart with a start,
“Jesus.”
They looked at one another in surprise,
“That explains the power cut then.”
Robert was staring up at the ceiling, as though expecting the lightning and thunder to come straight through the roof,
“Robert?”
He didn’t answer him, focused on the ceiling as the rain started, heavy against the window,
“Robert?”
He looked at him, eyes slightly wide,
“Did you count how far the-”
He gripped Aaron tightly as another crack of thunder happened,
“Oh my god!”
Aaron couldn’t stop the smile from creeping to his lips,
“You’re not scared are you?”
Robert scoffed, stepping back,
“Course I’m not. Don’t be stupid.”
The sky outside light up brightly as lightning struck, followed seconds later by a crack of thunder,
“Fuck the fuck off that was right above us!”
Aaron looked down at the hands that were tangled in his shirt,
“Robert-”
“Yes! Okay? I hate thunder. Go ahead laugh at me.”
Aaron opened his mouth just as the sky lit up again. He reached up quickly and covered the man’s ears with his hands; grinning at him as he squeezed his eyes shut,
“Okay?”
Robert nodded as Aaron lowered his hands,
“Since when are you scared of thunder?”
Robert looked around,
“Can we move from the kitchen? If that strikes above us, we’re de-oh come on that’s right above us now!”
Aaron cupped his cheek,
“Muppet. Come on.”
He led him through to the sofa,
“Sit.”
Robert pulled him down with it,
“It’s just noise.”
Robert pushed his hands through his hair,
“Yeah I’m not a child.”
Aaron bit his tongue to keep from making a comment, instead he gripped Robert’s hand,
“I don’t mean that…I’m trying to-”
He winced in pain as Robert squeezed his hand tightly at another crack above them,
“Okay! Explain…explain why you’re scared?”
Robert rubbed his face,
“I just…I’m not scared. I just…hate it. Just drop it.”
Aaron looked at him; all traces of humour gone,
“Okay. Okay I’ll drop it.”
He rubbed the man’s back as he pushed the balls of his palms into his eyes and clenched his jaw at the noise above him,
“God, why is it so loud?!”
Aaron hated the way his voice cracked,
“It’s okay.”
Robert didn’t answer him; Aaron was about to speak again when he heard him humming to himself. He leant down and tried to figure out what the song was, wracking his brain until he placed it, he rubbed Roberts back rhythmically and pulled him closer, leaning into his ear he started singing the words quietly,
“Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me…”
Robert mouthed the words as well; keeping his hands where they were and going over and over it until a solid five minutes had passed without any thunder. Aaron looked out at the window then leant over and kissed Robert’s head,
“I think it’s passed.”
Robert took a few deep breaths then lowered his hands and looked over at the window,
“Still raining.”
Aaron sat back,
“Yeah but rains fine. Might clear that bird shit from the upstairs window.”
Robert gave a small laugh, making Aaron smile as he nudged him,
“You okay?”
Robert looked at him,
“Yeah…yeah I’m okay. Sorry about…all this. Managed to keep it secret.”
Aaron put his fingers through Roberts hair,
“It’s fine. Put up with enough from me.”
Robert shrugged, busying himself with picking at a thread on a cushion,
“Yeah but you’ve got reasons.”
Aaron frowned,
“It’s not a competition, mate.”
Robert paused a moment then met his eye,
“Bit pathetic innit? Thirty year old man freaks out over thunder. Even…dogs don’t freak out.”
He pushed his hands through his hair again as Aaron moved around, kneeling in front of him and taking his hands,
“Robert…look at me.”
Robert met his eye somewhat reluctantly and Aaron squeezed his fingers,
“I’m scared of spiders. Fucking terrified of them.”
Robert cracked a smile; the memory of Aaron screaming and shouting before falling from the shower after seeing the creature was still amusing,
“Yeah.”
Aaron shrugged,
“Fears are fears.”
Robert nodded, staring down at their joined hands,
“I have some bad memories…associated with thunder. And when it happens it just…brings it all back. And I can’t-”
He exhaled sharply,
“I hate it.”
Aaron pushed his hands up and down his forearms,
“And the song?”
Robert gave a small smile, still staring at Aaron’s hands,
“My mum used to listen to it. When I was little…I remember sitting in the kitchen and it was on the radio. Makes me calm.”
Aaron nodded slowly,
“How did you deal with it? With Chrissie?”
Robert scoffed,
“Hid it…managed pretty well. You’re the uh…you’re the first one I’ve ever told.”
He shrugged,
“You’re the first person I’ve felt safe enough around to know.”
Aaron stared up at the man; his heart fit to burst with how much he loved him,
“Tell you what.”
Robert met his eye,
“What?”
Aaron smiled,
“You protect me from the spiders, and I promise…you’ll never have to be alone during thunder. Okay?”
Robert smiled at him, a smile that still made Aaron’s heart skip a beat,
“We got a deal?”
Robert pulled him in; pressing their lips together before breaking away and resting his forehead against Aaron’s,
“Deal.”
Aaron cupped the back of his neck and closed his eyes, smiling gently as he massaged circles into the man’s skin. Suddenly the room filled with the sound of the TV, the place lighting up brightly, the two men broke away and looked around,
“Hey. See? Told you. Just a power cut.”
Robert stared into Aaron’s eyes with a small smile,
“Yeah.”
Aaron grinned kissing him quickly then standing up,
“So…about that dinner you were gonna cook me?”
He headed toward the kitchen as Robert smiled to himself, wiped his cheeks and stood up, he watched his husband as he got a beer from the fridge and smiled before heading over toward him. All thoughts of panic and thunder finally ebbing away.

Kaleidoscope

Gosh this got away from me! I hope you enjoy it! I know nothing about cooking Japanese food so you’ll have to forgive me. This is slightly Kacchako. I was struck with inspiration from one of @saisai-chan’s posts and so Kaleidoscope was born. Not entirely sure why I called it that. I just like the word. Anyway I’m rambling! Here’s part one (?) of Kaleidoscope!

Dinner time became a routine of sorts while staying at the dorms. The dinners were prepared by a different floor each night. Mondays the second floor students made the food while the fifth floor students set the table and cleaned up afterwards. This continued as a rotation throughout the week save for Fridays. Those nights were reserved for dinner with the faculty. It was Wednesday which meant it was the third floor’s turn to make dinner. The kitchen was in a frenzy.

“Ugh whose idea was it to start doing this?” Jirou asked as she swatted at the smoke coming from Kaminari’s pan.

“I think it was the teachers idea?” replied Kaminari. He turned behind him to look at Iida. “Isn’t that right, Mr. President?”

Iida, who was chopping up vegetables, nodded. “Yes, if I recall correctly they said that it would be a great team building experience.” He turned, wiping his hands on a towel. “Will you watch what you’re doing?!”

“Ahh crap!” Kaminari gasped as a flame shot up.

“If anything this has become a competition to see which group of us doesn’t burn the food for once.” Jirou laughed. “Wouldn’t you say so guys?”

Ojiro was preparing the drinks with Hagakure. They both hummed in unison. “I didn’t think it was possible to burn ramen noodles, but somehow they managed it.” Ojiro snickered. Kouda nodded. He had his pet bunny with him. The group had named him as their mascot and even gave him a tiny chef hat. Kouda had to keep him from stealing carrots though.

“Hey, it wasn’t that bad!” Mineta said entering the kitchen.

“It was pretty bad.” Tokoyami agreed, crossing his arms.

“I knew I should’ve cooked the noodles.” Izuku sighed.

“Whose side are you on?” asked Mineta.

“My stomach’s.” Tokoyami replied earning a laugh out of everyone.

“If anything it isn’t fair. Everyone else has more people than we do and they have the girls!” Mineta groaned.

“What does having us have anything to do with it?!” Jirou and Hagakure shot him death glares.

“Well you’re good at cooking aren’t you?” Mineta tilted a brow.

“Pshh why do you think Kaminari’s cooking? I’m just supervising.” Jirou laughed.

“What are you four doing just standing around? You’re supposed to be setting the table.” Iida wrapped his knuckles on the counter. An ominous aura was coming from him.

Izuku hurried and grabbed some bowls. The others followed suit and fled to the dinning room. “I got distracted. I think the smell was getting to me.”

“It did smell quite tasty.” Aoyama nodded, placing a bowl neatly on the table.

“If someone doesn’t keep his mouth shut. He’s going to get in a lot of trouble.” Tokoyami glared at the purple hair sticking up from across the table.

“I wonder who that could be.” Mineta rolled his eyes.

“What happened this time?” Kirishima asked from the lounge. Sero and Mina were sitting beside him playing a video game.

“Typical Mineta if I had to guess.” Momo sat up.

Izuku hummed in reply. He was building a tower out of the extra chopsticks.

“It’s ready everyone!” Iida announced. Izuku’s chopstick tower collapsed. “Izuku could you group round everyone up?”

“Umm,” he glanced over to Mineta who was currently being attacked by Mina, Momo, and Tokoyami. “sure. C'mon Aoyama?”

Aoyama was cheering loudly, watching Sero and Kirishima. “Alright then.” Izuku laughed, making his way to the elevator. He tapped his foot along to the song playing. Finally it dinged. Izuku almost walked into Uraraka when he exited.

“Oh Deku, sorry!” She said startled.

“It’s alright!” Izuku smiled. “I just came to tell everyone it’s time for dinner. Could you let Kacchan and Shouji know for me? I still need to tell the guys on the floor above.”

“Sure! No problem!” Uraraka waved as Izuku entered the elevator again.

“Thanks Uraraka!”

Uraraka walked down the corridor and stopped at the first door. It sounded like Shouji was rearranging furniture or something. She raised her fist and knocked twice. Movement in the room stopped and the door swept open revealing a sweaty Shouji. “Oh Uraraka, what’s up?”

Uraraka smiled. “I came to tell you it’s time for dinner.”

“Oh thank goodness, I’m starving. Exercising sure can work up an appetite. Hopefully it’ll be better than last night’s.” Shouji exited, closing the door behind him. “Thanks for telling me.” He started toward the elevator. “You coming?”

“Ah not yet!” Uraraka answered. “I still need to tell Bakugou.”

“Alright then! See ya at dinner.” Shouji called.

Kirishima had left his door open and Uraraka was conflicted if she should close it or not as she passed. She stopped in front of the fourth door. It was closed, but she could hear shuffling and music playing from the other side. She took a breath and knocked on the door. There was a string of curses followed by a loud bang. It sounded like Bakugou had just stubbed his toe.

“FUCK!” The door flung open. Bakugou was dishelved and pinned her with an angry look. He nudged his toe on the floor. “What is it?” Something else was different. But she couldn’t figure out what. “Well?” Bakugou spat. “If this is about another damn bug in your room or something-”

“No! I just..” She trailed off, squinting her eyes. What was it? She gasped, covering her mouth.

“What?!” Bakugou fumed. “What is it?!” That’s when his askew frames fell to the floor. Everything seemed still and silent as they both stared at the glasses. Uraraka made to pick them up, but Bakugou snatched them away before she could. He quickly tossed them in his room and closed the door. “Not a word.” Was all he said. Uraraka nodded. “I - uh came to tell you it’s time for dinner.”

Bakugou huffed as they passed Kirishima’s door. He slammed it shut. Uraraka was sure she heard something fall. “Dumbass.” Bakugou muttered under his breath.

The elevator ride down was awkward. Bakugou was complaining about shitty music and Uraraka was clearing her throat every few seconds. Bakugou was the first to exit with Uraraka following close behind. The dinning room was as lively as ever with everyone chatting happily.

“Eyy there he is!” Kirishima grinned. “Bout time you got down here. I thought the food was going to get cold.” Bakugou grunted and siddled into the seat between Kirishima and Iida.

“Uraraka!” Izuku waved her over. “You gotta try the pork cutlet bowl. It’s delicious!”

Tsuyu passed her a napkin as she took a seat. “You sure did take a while. Did something happen?”

“No everything went just fine.” she replied, taking a bite of the food. Her gaze drifted down the table to where Bakugou was sitting. He was shooting an annoyed glance at Kaminari who was shoving chopsticks up his nose. She couldn’t shake the memory of him wearing glasses from her mind. Why did he wear them? Are they just for show? Does he need to wear them? Is he nearsighted or farsighted? Did he wear contacts?

“Earth to Uraraka.” Mina waved a hand in front of her face. “Are you there?”

She jumped, dropping her chopsticks. “Sorry!”

“You were really zoned out. Something on your mind?”

“Not really, I was just thinking about classes tomorrow!”

“Ah I hear ya! I still have to do that paper for Cementoss’s class.” Mina laughed.

Izuku nearly choked on a piece of pork. “You still haven’t done it?! But he assigned it a week ago!”

“I know, I know.” Mina shrugged. “Anyway what’d you think of the food Uraraka?”

“It’s delicious!”

“We’re gonna have to step our game up tomorrow night.” Mina laughed. “Although I’m not sure how we’re going to do that with Shouji and Bakugou on our team.” She pointed across the table where Bakugou was knocking Kaminari and Kirishima’s heads together.

Uraraka hummed in thought as she watched the display. “Maybe it’ll turn out alright.”

“We can only hope.” Mina twirled a chopstick between her fingers. “Anyway I better go get started on that paper.”

Aoyama came by and picked up Mina’s empty bowl. “And we have to start cleaning, Midoriya!”

“Yeah you’re right.” He said, taking both his and Uraraka’s bowls, grabbing even more on his way to the kitchen. Mineta was yelling at them for being slow pokes. Tokoyami yanked him back into the kitchen. Uraraka giggled at their antics.

Iida took the seat Izuku had vacated. “How did you enjoy our meal?” He flashed her a proud smile. “I like to think we did quite well.”

She smiled back at him. “I’d say you guys did a great job. It was very tasty.”

“I’m glad to hear it! Hopefully we’ll be this week’s winners.” Iida grinned. Dinner cooking had become a competition. The week’s dishes were voted on by the rest of the class and the winner’s for the best dish had the week off cleaning duty.

“I wouldn’t count my group out just yet.” Uraraka said. “ I’m sure we’ll make something fantastic.”

Iida laughed heartily. “I can’t wait to try it.”

“Say Iida? You wear your glasses all the time don’t you?”

“Hmm yes well aside from the times I’m sleeping or taking a shower. Why?” Iida quirked a brow.

“Just curious. Let’s say a person doesn’t wear their glasses all the time, why wouldn’t they?” Uraraka tapped her fingers on the table.

“Well they could wear contacts and wear glasses whenever they aren’t wearing them. Or they could just not like wearing them.” Iida tapped his chin. “Some people are embarassed by them and think it might give off a bookish vibe that they’ll be labeled a nerd or geek and be teased. I know I was when I was younger.” Iida smiled softly. “It’s stopped now thankfully.”

Uraraka smiled. “I’m glad it stopped.”

A loud clatter from the kitchen caught their attention. Iida sighed, “If you’ll excuse me, I have something to check on. It was nice talking with you.”

“See ya, Iida.” Uraraka waved.

She decided she should catch up on her homework too so she wandered back to her room. She pondered what Iida had said all the way.

anonymous asked:

It's currently snowing here for the first time in years I'm so happy ^^ Can I get McCree, Genji, and Hanzo reacting to an S/o who's seeing snow for the first time and is super excited about it?

(I hope it’s still snowing by the time I get back to this ask >.<)

McCree

“Jesse, Jesse, Jesse!” came [Name]’s energetic words, waking him from his slumber.

“Mmm…what?” McCree slurred as he rolled over in bed.

He checked the time: 9 am; too early for lazy cowboys to be up.

“It’s snowing!” his partner squealed excitedly, pointing out the bedroom window.

“Really?” he mumbled, slowly sitting up, “Well we get that sometimes in December…”

“I’ve never seen so much of it in my whole life!” they gasped excitedly, pressing their face up against the glass.

McCree suddenly remembered his partner came from a desert climate where they got virtually no snow at all! The only kinds of snow they had seen were in books or one TV. Finally blinking the sleep out of his eyes and squinting out the window, Jesse saw about a foot of snow blanketing the ground.

“That’s a lot,” he whistled, “I guess this is your first snow, huh?”

“Can we go outside? Pleeeaaase?” they begged.

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled ruffling their hair, “Grab your boots, sweetpea.”

His s/o cheered and scurried off for the coat closet, rummaging around for the winter gear they had never used. They came back into the bedroom, fully bundled up as they waited for McCree to drowsily put on his coat. He followed them outside as they carefully took one step after the other, feet landing carefully in the crunch snow.

“It crunches?” they gasped.

They took off one of their gloves and ran a hand over the top of the snow.

“It’s so soft!” they exclaimed.

McCree laughed as his partner played around in the snow, testing all its properties like some new scientific discovery. He remembered his first real snowfall. He was 17 and had just been taken to an Overwatch headquarters after agreeing to work for them. It was colder up there than it was at the Deadlock gang. The first morning there, it snowed, and all the agents looked at the young cowboy strangely as he felt the flakes like it was the first time.

Genji

When Genji first brought his s/o back to Hanamura in the winter, he told them that they’d most likely get some snow. His partner’s eyes lit up at the very mention of it. They had never seen snow before except for the Weather Channel and Animal Planet.

They counted the days, watching the forecast, hoping that snow would come soon, but somehow the meteorologists kept having to push it back. Genji saw how unhappy it made his partner, to see his home cold and empty with gray clouds above making everything grim and ominous. He remembered when it would snow there when he was younger.

He’d always be the first to start a snowball fight with Hanzo, and the two would spend the morning getting freezing cold in the snowy wonderland. But as he got older, Hanzo stopped going out to play in the snow. He remembered being 14, throwing snowballs up against a wall out of boredom, wishing someone would come and play with him.

On the last day of his s/o’s visit, he woke one morning to hear someone go tearing down the hall past his room. At first he panicked, thinking there was a scuffle going on outside. But when he came out of his room and looked down the hall, he saw the door open revealing a snowy morning with his s/o rushing out into it. They were shrieking excitedly and rolling around in the snow, overjoyed that they could finally see it. He sighed in relief, grabbed his coat, and headed out into the snow.

“It really makes this place look different,” Genji smiled, looking about the estate.

The snow made it glow a pearly white, taking away all the gray gloom that had settled there the past few days.

Then out of nowhere, a snowball hit him in the side of the face. Whap! He flinched back, shaking his head in surprise, and looked up…half expecting a young Hanzo to be there.

“C’mon Genji, let’s have a snowball fight!” [Name] laughed, “Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do in the snow?”

He was speechless for a few moments, feeling truly blessed that he had someone like [Name] around. Then he smirked and readied his own snowball.

“Prepare yourself, [Name],” he warned them playfully, “Zenyatta’s taught me a thing or two about snowballs.”

Hanzo

There was a reason Hanzo’s s/o had grown up in an arid climate: they were very susceptible to the cold. Just a few minutes out in 40 degree Fahrenheit weather, and there toes and fingertips would go numb, and they’d start to shiver all over. Even still, they always dreamed of seeing snow. Although it would be dangerous for them to go anywhere snowy, they still desired to see a winter wonderland for themselves.

One year, Hanzo took them back to the Shimada estate. It was cold there, but not terribly cold, and there was still a small chance of snow. He could keep an eye on them there and make sure they didn’t get frostbite. One morning, he saw that it had snowed almost a foot outside, so he called his s/o to the edge of atrium. They stood at the threshold, their eyes gleaming as they looked out on the snowy garden.

Hanzo let them lean on him as they carefully reached a foot out and skimmed the snow with it. They squeaked at the abrupt coldness it brought, and quickly pulled their foot back.

“It’s soft,” they breathed in awe.

Hanzo reached down and scooped up a handful of snow in his gloved hand, and held it up to his partner. Cautiously, hands shaking slightly, then mingled their fingertips with the snow. He watched as a smile grew on their face, finally feeling a winter’s morning in their hands.

But then it melted in Hanzo’s gloves, and they gasped, “It melts faster than I thought!”

Then they looked up at Hanzo and asked, “Could we sit here for a while and watch the snow fall? Please? If we sit here, I shouldn’t get too cold.”

Hanzo smiled and kissed their forehead, “Of course, my love. I’ll have some tea prepared for us.

Angels and Demons (Cas x Reader)

Character: Castiel x Reader (Female)

Word Count: 4,644 (Sorry)

Warnings: Torture. Blood. Swearing.

Request: can you do a soulaate cas oneshot? like the reader and cas don’t know each other, but they meet and the reader can see his wings?

AN: What’s up, guys? I’m super excited to be writing for Cas :) …and I'm also excited to tell y'all that I am going to officially become an aunt today or early tomorrow! (I’m sitting in the hospital with my sister, as I write this) Anyways, I hope that everyone enjoys! Feel free to tell me what you think, leave a request, or just stop by to say hello! :)

-Megan :)

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The sound of your bare feet smacking against the slimy concrete, echoed off of the surrounding brick walls as you sprinted around a corner and into an empty alleyway. 

“Do you really believe that you could ever escape me, [Y/N]?” a man laughed sadistically from behind you; the same man whom had broken into your apartment, mere moments before. “I know that Castiel has taught you otherwise." 

Ducking into a nearby doorway, you pressed into the shadows and squeezed your eyes shut, hopelessly trying to answer the questions that swirled recklessly through your mind. 

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Apparently something about Agent Washington screams “tell me what your definition of love is”. Not that he would know.

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Beauty and the Burned Pt.4- Michael Clifford

Originally posted by fuck-cal

Thank you all so much for all the requests and I can’t wait for more :) enjoyyyy (For the sake of cuteness we are just going to pretend the reader and Michael can paint really well, if you can actually paint I envy you, but anyways-)  

Part One | Part Two | Part Three |

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Fever

Started writing this months ago back when I was out of commission by a sudden cold for the better part of a week. Must have been really feverish because I don’t remember writing most of this at all.

Danny debated knocking a third time as he waited outside Valerie’s door. Further down the hall, a dog was barking in a neighboring apartment while someone screamed at it to shut up. The yelling and barking went back and forth like an argument. 

The door made the sound of moving chains and heavy bolts. Valerie answered in her Nasty Burger uniform and Danny stood awkwardly in the hallway as neither of them could find anything to say.

“Uh…hi,” Danny tried lamely. 

“Hey,” Valerie said tentatively. “Thanks for coming.”

Oh hey wow they were officially having a conversation and no harsh words or ecto-bolts were being exchanged look at that they are such adults. 

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anonymous asked:

Hiiiii I love your blog!! I was wondering if I could request an angst scenario where Jaehyun (NCT) is going out with your friend but flirts with you and you two accidentally kiss? Sorry if this was long I'm bad at explaining. Much love💞💞

Hi, thank you so much love!! You aren’t bad at explaining at all! I’m not sure if I did exactly what you wanted, but I hope you enjoy it, ily ♡

He Deserves Better

Pairing: Jaehyun (NCT U) x Reader

Genre: Angst with lil fluff at the end

Word Count: 1,869

Summary: Jaehyun is dating your friend, but she doesn’t treat him, or you for that matter, very well. One day, when you are over, she blows up at him over nothing and tells him they’re done. He runs out, obviously hurt, and you follow him to comfort him…

Originally posted by trainingpanda

The circular ball flew up into the air, spinning a few times, before falling back down into your hand. You threw it up again, but this time it missed your hand and hit you right in the face. “Ow,” you grumble, rubbing your cheek.

“Dummy,” Your friend says chuckling from where she was sitting at her desk.

You push yourself up into a sitting position and glare at her from your position on the bed. “I’m bored,” you complain. “What are we going to do today?”

“I don’t know,” she says just as her phone chimes. When she looks at who the message is from she squeals, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Is that your boy toy?” You ask in an unamused tone.

“He’s not my boy toy,” she says, giving you the stink eye. “But yes, it’s Jaehyun.”

A disgusted look comes onto your face without you even meaning to make one. You feel your nose scrunch up and your eyebrows knit together. The way your friend acted about and around Jaehyun was enough to make you puke. You didn’t have a problem with Jaehyun, in fact he was a very nice guy and though you would never admit this to your friend, you also found him very attractive. It was your friend who had started to bother the crap out of you, especially recently. She was different when she was around him and you hated it, not only because it was irritating, but because she wasn’t terribly nice to Jaehyun.

She would boss him around a lot and though she said many times how much she ‘loved him’, when she was actually around him, she gave him very little attention. To be quite honest, you weren’t sure why he stayed with her. And you weren’t sure why you still hung out with her. It wasn’t like she was the greatest friend to you either.

“Jaehyun says he wants to come over,” she says excitedly, making your disgusted expression deepen. She furrows her eyebrows at you. “Why do you look like that?”

“Because I thought we were going to hangout just the two of us, not your boyfriend too,” you say cautiously, not wanting to start any unnecessary argument.

“Well if it’s that much of a problem for you, he doesn’t have to come over,” she says, attitude and sass lacing her every word. She wasn’t happy that you had said that. You internally groaned, knowing she was going to be pissed at you the whole day if you really insisted that Jaehyun not come over.

Sighing, you say, “No, whatever. That’s fine.”

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Emma brings the lilies on a Tuesday.

“Hey,” she says, like she always does, like she always did.  

She lays them down across the overturned earth.  The grit lodges up underneath her fingernails, smears across the palm of her hand, over her wrist.  She leans forward, tracing the letters of his name.

“I know…” she starts.  

But she can’t finish, can’t hardly speak, teeth chattering, jaw clenching against the sob that rises in her chest.  She stands on warbling legs, her boots sinking into the ground.  It’s been raining something fierce as of late and it’s just - 

“Bloody hell, I hate the rain,” he says, pulling his collar up against the wind, hunching down in front of her as they walk.

She laughs.  “Uh, excuse me, I am not your rain shield.”

- it’s just too familiar.

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The Perfect Piece Steve X Reader

(Credit goes to GIFS original owner)

For Jamie

Fandom: Marvel,Captain America,Avengers

Charcters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 1887

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You sit in a room of the quinjet alone.The room is small,but cosy,with one of those fancy electrical fires to keep you warm. You are seated in a snug,bright pink beanbag,that is coated with famous signatures that you have collected over the past couple of months travelling.Inserted into your ears are two cupcake shaped headphones,playing “I’m holding out for a hero!” on constant loop,a counter measure to the quinjet’s engine,which made you somewhat uneasy.

In your hands there held a small note pad,filled with an assortment of various drawings of your team mates.The one the note pad contained most about was Steve,he had the greatest amount of good angles,and his expressions varied the most,a great piece to examine for artwork.Currently,you were working on a picture of Steve in a tuxedo,using a photograph for reference.You are so enamoured into your masterpiece,you completely bypass the landing of the quinjet,resulting in a knock on the door,which you could only barely hear due to your headphones.

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the one with the timers, wayf and soul mates

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main blog im going to be posting on here more so you should check it out

(Michael has red hair in this bc I would sell my soul just to have red hair Michael back)

Originally posted by versace-hood

The timer on you arm ticked down slowly but surely. 2 hours 27 minutes 39 seconds. 38. 37. 36. 35. You shook your head to clear your thoughts and slid your sleeve down to cover the timer. It looked like you were going to meet your soul mate in the middle of the night. Whenever we meet, they’re gonna have to come to me because there is no way in hell I’m waking up, you thought. Nor am I leaving my house in the middle of the night.

You took a picture of your arm and sent it to your best friend, Luke. Tonight’s the night, you captioned it. Good luck :-), he replied.

You switched off your light and pulled the covers up around you. You glanced at your arm one more time before closing your eyes and falling to a deep sleep.

The thoughts of soul mates and timers that had filled your mind all day disappeared.


Tap. Tap. Tap. A steady tapping woke you. You glanced down at your timer. 30 seconds. 29. 28.

“This is it,” you mumbled, rolling out of bed and quickly glancing at your appearance in the mirror before placing a shaking hand on your window. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. 13. 12. 11. 10. You opened the window and a pebble hit you square in the forehead.

“Ow! What the fuck?” You said.

“Shit! I’m sorry,” a voice said. You looked down to see an extremely tall boy about your age with bright red standing below your window with a fistful of pebbles. Vibrations were sent up through your arm. The timer was finished. This boy is your soul mate.

“I’m guessing your timer just finished,” he smirked.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Who even are you?”

“I’m your soul mate, babe,” he said.

“I mean, your name. What’s your name?” You sighed. Of course your soul mate would be this asshole who cant give you a straight answer.

“Michael. Michael Clifford,” he said. “And you are?”

“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N). So what happens now?” You asked.

“I’m going to take you on an adventure. Get dressed, you have 5 minutes and I’ll be waiting right here,” Michael ordered.

“I’m not going out in the middle of the night with a stranger!” You protested.

“I’m not a stranger. I’m your soul mate! Now chop chop, the night is young! We have to go!” Michael yelled.

“Fine but you gotta quit yelling, my parents are sleeping. If you wake them, they’ll come out and whoop your ass, soul mate or not,” you warned, coming away from your window. You pieced through your closet, deciding to wear leggings, an oversized sweater and your Doc Marten boots. You quickly applied a coat of mascara and lip-gloss and fixed your bed head, wanting to make a good first impression, I mean, this is the guy you’re going to spend the rest of your life with.

“Are you ready yet?” Michael called. You shoved your phone, wallet and keys in to your bag and stuck your head back out the window.

“Yeah, meet me out the front, I’ll be out in one second,” you said, reaching to shut the window.

“Just climb out the window,” Michael shrugged as if you weren’t currently speaking to him out of a two storey window.

“I’m not climbing out the window. What do you think I am Spider-Man or some shit?” You scoffed.

“What? It’s easy, just step on to the back porch and I’ll catch you when you jump,” he insisted.

“I don’t know,” you said, nervously biting your nails. Michael did seem pretty genuine and trustworthy but it was a pretty long way down.

“C'mon! This is the first night of the rest of your life, don’t you want it to be memorable? What’s more memorable than sneaking out in the middle of the night with your soul mate! I swear, I’ll catch you,” he promised.

“If I fall and break my neck, you can explain this to my parents,” you warned and climbed out your window on to the porch. You sat and dangled your legs over the edge and looked nervously at Michael.

“Look, if I don’t catch you at least I’ll break your fall,” Michael smirked and spread his arms out wide. A look of horror spread across your face. “I’m joking, I’m joking, relax. Of course, I’ll catch you.”

You took a deep breath, closed your eyes and counted down in your head from 5. When you hit zero, you pushed yourself off the porch and in to Michael’s arms. There was a moment where it felt like time stopped and you were completely suspended in the air but it only last a second and then you were hitting Michael’s chest and knocking him backwards.

You were laying on Michael’s chest with his arms wrapped around your waist. It felt normal, it felt good. You almost forgot Michael was a stranger you only met about 15 minutes ago. They always taught us this in Health class, when you meet your soul mate you will feel 100% comfortable with them even if you only met 5 minutes ago. You always thought that it was stupid. How could you feel like you knew someone you just met? But now while you were here in Michael’s arms you realised that was the whole point of soul mates. You were going to spend the rest of your life with him.

You rolled off Michael and in to the damp grass. Michael stood up and you reached out your hand for him to pull you up.

“Where are we going?” You asked, following Michael around the front to his car.

“On an adventure,” Michael grinned, his eyes alight like a child on Christmas morning.

You would have never picked him out as your soul mate. He was an extrovert while you were introverted. Everything made him excited while you were very indifferent. It seemed like he had a permanent grin etched across his face. You liked him.

“Buckle up,” Michael mumbled, starting up the car and pulling away from your drive.

“How did you find my house? I mean, I know you’ve got your timer but that doesn’t give directions,” you asked when Michael pulled on to the freeway.

“Fate,” he winked.

“I’m serious,” you whined. “How the hell did you find my house?”

“Well, you know the way in Health Class they always tell us to just let fate do it’s thing and we shouldn’t interfere with our timers, like we should just ignore that fact that it’s getting sooner and sooner. I used to think that’s a load of shit but I followed it anyway.

I’m not from here, I live in the next town over, but my friend asked me to drop him off here so I said sure. I was on my way home and this dumb GPS fucked up and it said I reached my destination when I was outside your house. Told you it was fate,” Michael shrugged, not taking his eyes off the road.

“That is so weird,” you said, looking out the window as you drove along the coast road. “Can you tell me where we’re going? We’ve been driving for like an hour.”

“Nope but we’re almost there. Maybe another 20 minutes,” Michael hinted.

“So we’re going to a beach? Wait, I know! Santa Cruz is just up here!” You said excitedly.

“Dammit! How’d you guess?” Michael asked.

“I used to come here with my family the whole time when I was a kid. We used to own a beach house,” you explained.

“I come up here with my friends and we have bonfires and we sing and play guitar and chill and it’s so much fun,” Michael said.

“You sing and play guitar? That’s super cool,” you said with wide eyes.

“Thanks. I’ve got my guitar in the trunk, I might play you some later,” Michael said and turned in to a parking lot. You got out of the car when he had parked. The wind whipped around you.

“Let’s go sit on the sand. I should have a blanket or something in here,” Michael mumbled and started searching through his trunk. He pulled out a fleece tartan blanket. “Got it!”

You followed him down the beach and Michael set out the blanket for you to sit on. You looked at the waves crashing against the rocks for a couple minutes. It was calming. You’re mind was racing. This was the night that would change your life forever.

“Tell me a little about yourself,” Michael said, breaking the silence.

“I don’t really know what to say,” you chuckled.

“Tell me about your hopes and dreams for the future,” Michael prompted.

“I’m going to study Psychology in college after I graduate and I don’t know really. Wherever life takes me, I guess. Obviously when I’m way older I would like to have some kids and a nice house but I want to be able to live a little, get out and see the world,” you said.

“I’m pretty much the same except I'm not going to college. I have a job in a music store and I play shows in the local pubs sometimes so it’s pretty cool,” Michael said.

You spent the whole night in the sand. Talking about anything that came to mind and just being with each other. You and Michael had so much more in common than you originally thought. You watched the sunrise together and then headed home to explain to your parents what happened. In the car ride home you had a feeling this wasn’t going to be the last of you sneaking out with Michael and arriving home in the early hours of the morning and trying to explain to your parents what happened. You only new him a few hours and already you were wrapped around his finger. You couldn’t wait for the adventure that would be Michael Clifford.

so idrk what this is?? it’s kinda good but its kinda bad like im not too sure. I hope you like it anyways. let me know what you think. love you all

anonymous asked:

Clexa prompt: “Hi. I know it’s the middle of the night, but I noticed you are always up at this hour because I can smell the aroma of coffee coming from you apartment, so I thought I’d drop by with some pastries and introduce myself because I can’t sleep as well and I just moved here a few days ago and I swear I'm not a creep I just don't know anyone in this goddamn city. I’m Clarke, btw.”

It’s 2am and Lexa’s just started brewing a new pot of coffee. She shouldn’t, she knows she shouldn’t, but she’s exhausted and she still has three more briefs to write before tomorrow morning. Sleep isn’t an option. Her glasses are slipping down the bridge of her nose and her hands are shaking. Okay, maybe she’s had too much coffee. She sighs and leans back against her couch. She rubs at her eyes, pushing her glasses onto her forehead. They have fingerprints and dust on them from a long day of wear. She moves her hand to the top of her bun, adjusting the fluffy hair. She’s about to lean forward and start in on the stack of papers in front of her when there’s a knock on the door.

Who the? It’s two in the goddamn morning. Who on earth is knocking at her door at this hour? She stands up, adjusting her loose grey sweatpants as she makes her way to the door. She looks through the peephole. Standing outside is the cute blonde from across the hall. Lexa had seen her coming and going a few times, but they’d never been introduced. She has plate in her hands that seems to be holding some kind of pastry. Deciding that she looks relatively harmless, unless you count a pretty smile as grounds for being a serial killer, Lexa opens the lock. She pulls open the door and leans against the frame. The blonde is grinning, holding up the plate of pastries. “Hi!” She says quite enthusiastically for two in the morning. Lexa looks at her skeptically.

“Hello,” she replies shortly. The girl straightens her posture.

“This is probably really fucking weird, but I smelled the coffee coming from your apartment again tonight and I figured it wouldn’t hurt to come by and introduce myself. I just got in from a shift so I’m still pretty wired and nobody else is awake, including my roommate so,” the girl rambles and Lexa’s eyes go wide.

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The Bad Boy - Jack Gilinsky Part 63
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My face completely dropped as Sam said those words. I could feel my chest tightening as though I was being suffocated. "What? Why what happened?“ I managed to get out after a few seconds of silence. "He’s in jail Kendall, he went insane at Michael for what he did to you, I had to physically pull him off him” Sam told me. “Shit!” I yelled placing my hand on my forehead in dispair. “Is Michael alright?” I asked not because I cared but because the more injured he is the worse it’s going to be for Jack. “Well he’s completely battered but he’ll survive if that’s what your asking. He might not have though if I didn’t come along. I’m pretty sure Jack would have killed him if I didn’t get there when I did” Sam told me.

I sighed deeply, leaning against the door for balance because I was starting to feel slightly light headed from all this commotion. “So he’s in jail right now?” I asked Sam, looking for confirmation. “Yeah I just went to see him there and they’re going to keep him there all night unless somone pays his bail”  He told me. I shot up in to an upright position. “Then what are you doing here? Go bail him out?” I told Sam in a frustrated tone. “Kendall it’s 50,000..” Sam told me. “What? Just for an assault?” I asked him. "Well it’s not his first offence" Sam told me. I groaned. "Jesus Christ Jack" I said to myself.

“What about his parents?” I asked frantically. “They’re both at conferences in Europe, they don’t know” Sam told me. I stood there in my own defeated silence. “What are we meant to do now?” I asked. Sam shrugged. "I don’t know, if we can’t pay the bail there isn’t much else we can do" He told us. I stood there in my own thought for a moment. "I know exactly what I can do" I told them grabbing my jacket before grabbing my car keys and heading out the door. "Kendall, where are you going?“ Sam called after me. "To fix this mess!” I called back, halfway in the car.

I stepped on the gas, speeding down the road still in my prom dress. I drove as fast as I could until I reached the bank. It was closed but there was an ATM machine right beside. I parked the car practically on the pavement before running to the ATM. I pushed my card in, typing in my pin before typing in a transaction on 50,000. This was the money I was saving to pay for accommodation for college next year, but I owe Jack this.

They wouldn’t let me 50,000 all in one go so I had to withdraw in 1,000s which took a good 20 minutes. When I finally got all the money I needed, I ran back to the car to make my way to the police station. Thankfully it was less than 5 minutes down the street but 5 minutes was a long time in jail minutes. I ran out of breath through the door of the station. I got a variety of strange looks from the officers on duty. "Can I help you miss?“ The officer asked me. "Yes, I’m here to bail out Jack Gilinsky, he was arrested for assault earlier tonight” I told the man. He scrolled though his computer for a minute. “Yes, his bail is 50,000 are you aware of this?” He asked me raising an eyebrow. “Yeah I have it here” I said dropping the large handful of 100 dollar bills on the desk. He grabbed it all and began counting. I tapped on the counter impatiently, just wanting to get Jack out of there. "Yeah looks like it’s all there…Jim, will you show this woman to Mr Gilinsky please?“ He said to the officer across the room.

The officer got up. "Follow me Ma'am” He said gesturing for me to follow him. I briskly followed him as he went in all directions down damp corridors with depressing grey walls. We walked past a few cells with people sitting the benches. The guard stopped before he came to one of the cells. “He’s in there” He said pointing to the cell door. He walked up to it and unlocked it as I stood anxious behind the wall so Jack couldn’t see me. “What’s going on?” Jack asked him. "You’re being bailed out" The officer told him. “By who?” Jack asked in a croaky tone. He ignored Jack walking back over to me. “You can go in now” He told me. I nodded before stepping out from behind the wall to face Jack. When I looked at him he was sitting down on the bench, one hand resting on his knee and the other holding an ice pack to his face. He looked up at me in angry confusion it seemed when he say me standing there.

“Hey..” I said, unsure of how else to begin a conversation with him. "Hi" He said back still holding the ice pack to his jaw. I stood there awkwardly fidgeting with the ends of my dress. "You didn’t have to do that, you know bail me out" Jack said after a long pause. I shook my head silently. “It was the least I could do, it’s my fault you’re in here in the first place” I told him sitting down beside him. “It’s not your fault, how were you suppose to know that guy was a total creep” He told me. "Why did you do it?“ I asked him. "Just impulse I guess besides why wouldn’t I do it?” He told me. "I don’t know just thought you hated me" I said almost inaudibly. “Doesn’t mean I’m going to let you get attacked” He said. I nodded biting my lip, dishearted that he didn’t deny the fact that he hated me. “Besides I don’t hate you..I could never hate you” He said, the last part more silent than the first. I sat there unsure of how to respond. "Come on, let me drive you home" I said standing up. "No it’s fine I’ll walk" Jack said, clearing his throat. "I’m obviously not going to let you walk home after tonight" I insisted.

Okay fine” He said giving in. We spent about 20 minutes filling out some paperwork but besides that Jack was free to go. We both got into the car, me into the drivers’ seat and Jack in the passenger seat. He groaned. “God this is so emasculating” He said slouching into the chair. “Jack, you literally just kicked the shit out of someone and you’re feeling emasculated because your not driving?” I said raising an eyebrow at him. He chuckled before shaking his head.

We drove for about a mile in near silence with just the slight noise of the radio in the background before Jack spoke again. “I’m going to pay you back you know” He said in a pensive tone. "Jack you don’t have to do th-“ I began. "I don’t care, I’m paying you back every last cent if it’s the last thing I do” He persisted. I just shot him a slight smile. It was sweet of him to say but they’re was no chance he was going to be able to pay me back 50,000 in the near future.

As the tension of the night began to die down, I could feel my muscles relax. “So what’s your plans for college?” I asked Jack glancing quickly at him before looking at the road again. He shrugged. “Haven’t really thought that much about it really” He said. I laughed to myself at how typically Jack that was. "How about you?“ He asked, glancing at me. "I was going to go to NYU but I doubt I will now” I told him. “Why not?” He asked me frowning. "Em, just a lot of complications and stuff, apartments are super expensive there and I don’t think I can afford it, but it doesn’t matter I have other options" I said shrugging. “I thought NYU was your plan though?” He asked me. I sighed, “Yeah well sometimes plans just don’t work out” I said shrugging. 

We drove the rest of the way in silence until we got to Jacks’ house. We sat there for a moment. "Thanks for bailing me out" Jack said. "Thanks for saving me" I said smiling to the side. He laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m used to it” He said winking at me, which made me blush slightly. I moved my face away so he didn’t see. “Are you going to be okay?” I asked him. "Yeah, I’ll be fine, see you around Kendall" He said before getting out of the car. I watched him until he closed the door before driving away.

Casino Niagara

Author: @xerxia31

A short little bit of fluff. Rated G.


“C’mon Gale, we have to go right by it anyway, I just want to take a quick look!” he groans, but this isn’t a battle he’s going to win and he knows it.

Gale and I have been best friends since I was 12 but this is the first time we’ve ever traveled anywhere together. The trip was his idea; he’s leaving to go work in the oil sands next week and it’ll be months before we see each other again. So when he suggested a weekend in Niagara Falls I jumped at the chance. I’ve never been to the falls before.

“Fine,” he huffs. “Five minutes and then we move on.” But he almost cracks a smile as I grab his arm and detour, directing us towards the four stories of glass that make up the facade of Casino Niagara. I’ve never been in a casino before, never seen one except in the movies, and I’m curious.

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On Whom The Pale Moon Gleams #7

After two months of nothing, I finally got around to updating this fic! Yay! I hope you enjoy this chapter - I fear I might be a little rusty.
I had the honour of having some amazing artists draw for this fic, and I compiled a tag so you can look at the amazing art here!:>

NaLu Lightworld AU - Chapter 7: to fight
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It had taken Lucy a few hours and a good, long bath to finally rid herself off her embarrassment aswell as her hangover. Who would have thought that she would get drunk off of light one day?

She chuckled as she leaned her head back against the surprisingly warm stone of her bathtub. Her own bathtub, in her own place. After she had kicked Natsu out of the female dormitory, accompanied by various curses, she had tried to make herself at home in the little chamber that she had been assigned – if by coincidence or an actual plan, she was not sure.

But it was hers now, at least for the time being.

She sank deeper into the tub, letting the liquid that was water but at the same time was not – it was just a tad brighter, glowing like everything else in this everbright world – engulf her body and warm her soul. No bath she had ever taken had soothed her this much.

Her eyelids fluttered, and she decided a little snooze would do her good while she waited- waited for what?

But her mind was already pulling her down with it, whispering that those matters were not important now. Because now, she would sleep… Yes…

“Lucy!”

“Kyaaah!!”

Lucy emptied half the tub’s contents as she spluttered and slipped, frantically reaching for the towel on the dresser. But apparently, Natsu had no sense at all for personal space and the like, because he entered anyway, strolling over towards her with a hand held high in greeting.

“Are you ready for your first training session??”

The enthusiasm radiating off him went unnoticed by the furious blonde.

“Get out!!!”

“Aw but-“

“OUT!”

She remembered it now, what she had been supposed to wait for.

Okay okay, I’m gone!! Ouch, stop throwing things at me, Lucy! But I’ll pick ya up later, alright? I got some plans!!

Natsu had come to pick her up.

And his plans, as he had called them, seemed to involve training.

Although she was not sure what that word might entail, the thought alone scared her. Their conversation from last night resurfaced in her mind, and how both Levy and Natsu had decided for her to join the Færy Tail ranks – without her getting much say in it. Military training? No, thankyou.

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