sour straps

Day 5- Candy Pokemon!!  [in @thatsthat24‘s prompts]:  Airheads 

I have no idea what it is but I love it. I want 1000000. Personality is like Gnome Chompsky from Troll Hunters.

[?? idk US candy, I usually just gorge on sour straps until kids turn up to take ‘em, and that’s basically the same thing right?]

Fluff Month Day 11 NLS

Here’s Day 11 for @miraculousfluffmonth! I’m gonna try and catch up on rare pairs today then love square tomorrow!

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Alya knocked on Chloe’s suite door with a sour pout, shifting her strap on her shoulder bag. How she’d gotten so unlucky as to be paired with the school she-demon for their chemistry report, she wasn’t certain, but she was going to make sure Chloe did her part. After a few moments, a butler opened the door and gestured Alya inside. Chloe was lounging on her couch with a magazine while a woman in white massaged her shoulders.

“Can I help you?” Chloe asked without looking up from her magazine.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, you can with half of this report,” Alya retorted with a smirk, dropping her bag in a chair.

“Ugh, just let Sabrina do it all,” She said with a groan.

“I don’t think so. This is a pairs assignment, and this half of the pair isn’t going to let the other half slack off. You’re helping me,” Alya demanded, shaking her head firmly, and Chloe leaned her head back with a sigh.

“How’d I get so unlucky?” She grumbled under her breath, though not quiet enough to keep Alya from hearing.

“I asked myself the same thing. Now, where’s your textbook?”

Chloe pointed lazily toward her bedroom with an eye roll, and Alya paced over to where Chloe’s school bag had been tossed carelessly on the bed. She noticed a stuffed ladybug plush similar to one sitting on Alya’s own bed at home, and a slight smirk broke out over her lips.

“Cute stuffed animal,” She teased, plopping their chemistry book in Chloe’s lap.

“Thanks.” Chloe’s reply was clipped, and she shooed her staff out of the room.

“I have one just like it,” Alya remarked, pulling out her own materials and clicking her pen. “I got it in honor of Ladybug.”

“Same,” Chloe admitted quietly. “Not that I’m a ridiculous fangirl or anything like you. Ladybug and I happen to be very good friends. Best friends, you could say.”

“I’m not sure I would say that,” Alya said with a snort, and Chloe’s eyes narrowed. “It’s okay to admit that you idolize her. Everyone does.”

“I’m not everyone, so…” She pursed her lips and shifted her gaze down to her book before she cleared her throat. “So chemistry.”

“I know you like her.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Chloe denied.

“No?” Alya cocked a brow. “Well, I guess I’m relieved then. I don’t want any competition.”

“Please, as if there’s a competition between us,” Chloe said with a grunt. “Ladybug adores me.”

“So how many private interviews does she give you in a week?” Alya asked smugly, and Chloe’s lip twitched.

“I’m not at liberty to say,” She said finally. “Ladybug asks me to keep them secret.”

“Of course she does,” Alya snickered. “There’s nothing wrong with admitting you like her, ya know.”

“I know.”

“Okay,” Alya gave her a look, and Chloe shifted a little.

“I like her. There, happy?”

“Yes,” Alya replied with a smile. “Now you’re just like the rest of us.”

“Ugh,” Chloe groaned, and Alya stifled a laugh, unsuccessfully she might add. “Can we just focus on the project?”

“Sure thing, normal girl,” Alya teased, and Chloe did her best to seem irritated, but she couldn’t hide the small smile on her lips.

“Shut up.”

AU - Babysit - (Reader x Pietro Maximoff)
Word Count: 1507

A/N: This is the one shot shiny-drapion had requested as a prize for winning the shipping name contest! I hope it’s okay. It was full of topics I don’t know about and I don’t know how to write about. Waaaaaaaa.

The reader is already in an established relationship with Pietro!


“Sorry about this.” Clint did look apologetic, he did, but you were still annoyed with him. “I know I’m ruining your night with Pietro.”

You sighed. “It can’t be helped. You owe us one though. A big one.” Your eyes drifted down to the little lady standing beside her father in the door way. Kneeling down you gave her a smile. “Your daddy is just a big silly, isn’t he? Always calling on us for help.” The girl stared shyly at you and tried to hide behind Clint’s leg. She was always so shy when she saw you and you weren’t sure why.

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