dirk, at 5:27 on a saturday morning in the apartment that the alpha kids share: jane, maybe you should stop pranking people?
jane, sipping an out of season latte, secure in the knowledge that she just made dirk run smack into plastic wrap that she put on his door for the ninth morning in the row: dirk, maybe you should start recognizing a pattern in your daily routine
Sakura:( runs towards sasuke excitedly) Sasuke-kun!!! Look I found my old summer gear in the Attic!!!
Sasuke:( stops sipping his coffee to look up)I thought you said that you were gonna clean the attic not play dress-( spits coffee)
Sakura: ( worried) Anata what’s wrong???
Sasuke:( starts violently coughing)
Sakura: ( bends to his level) breath slowly would you. You should have swallowed properly before talking!!!
Sasuke:( notices how her top exposes huge amount of cleveage) yznyenzurnsyenja!!!
Sakura:( still clueless)What did you say?? Why is your face so red???
Sarada: Mama you really are bad at reading the situation. Your gonna give papa a heart attack!!
based on this post i made about Bakugou and Iida’s relationship. also, i just wanted to write a cute little friendship fic between them, haha.
Bakugou sat crosslegged between Iida and Tsuyu, a characteristically sullen look painted across his face.
Iida watched him from the corner of his eye, pretending to search through his wallet.
The others–that is, Uraraka, Todoroki, Midoriya, and Tsuyu–had stopped by a nearby fast food chain and bought some food. Todoroki had kindly shared a meal with Uraraka (too poor to buy her own), and quietly enjoyed his drink as she eagerly gobbled down her burger. Meanwhile, both Midoriya and Tsuyu bought their own meals.
Bakugou, when asked by Midoriya why he hadn’t gotten himself a meal, simply scoffed and refused to give an answer. He’d been quietly pouting ever since, glancing occasionally towards the others and their food.
A quiet growl floated through the air, and Iida’s eyes, once more, moved over to look at the boy pouting next to him.
hi, yes, it’s me again, just reinforcing the idea that sokka is important, skilled, a quick thinker and an important asset to the team and half of team avatar’s schedules and plans would have gone down the drain without him!!
Summary: Jack bumps into the same beautiful stranger at the bus stop every day. Will he gather the courage to speak to him? Inspired by this song by The Hollies.
He supposed he could take a cab, an Uber, anything else – but the quiet anonymity the bus afforded him was one of the simpler things Jack Zimmermann was thankful for and truly enjoyed. For what reason would an NHL multimillionaire have for taking public transit? No one ever paid him any attention, and he was perfectly fine with that.
He walked the three blocks to the bus stop and stood quietly, sipping his coffee in his Je ♥ Montréal travel mug that he bought the last time he traveled through Trudeau airport. His SUV had only been in the shop four days, but he continued taking the bus whenever he could even after it had been repaired.
It was the preseason and things, although quite busy, were still somewhat relaxed. And during this time, Jack’s routine was the same. He’d walk two blocks, stop at The Roast to fill his travel mug, then walk one more block to the bus stop. He’d ride the 30 minutes to the arena, serenely and without fuss, then get off two blocks before rather than right in front. He’d take a Lyft back to his apartment, or hitch a ride with Tater who would drive by Jack’s place on his way home.
And so it went for a few weeks, until one day he had just taken his seat and as the bus began to pull away he heard a voice call out.
Laughing Bucky shook his head before walking over to the two
of you and taking Emily into his arms. “Of course she can.” He said, glancing
over at you and threw you a subtle wink.
Smiling to yourself you look up to see the man, who you
assumed was Clint and gave him a small wave.
He smiled back at you before looking at his phone and looked
back at the three of you. “Well I would love to stay at chat but I gotta go to
work. See you guys later.” He said giving you all a small wave before he ran
out the door.
includes: skaterboarding!vernon who gets distracted by a cutie on the boardwalk + injuries that need tending to + fluffity fluff
feel like i haven’t posted a scenario in forever :(( so have some fluffy vernita!! i’m working on a woozi x wonu x reader fic tht i’m rlly hyped 2 get out so i hope this sates you in the meantime!
to skateboard to work every morning. He took the same route each day, starting
from the smooth tile outside his apartment and ending at the glass doors
belonging to the town’s diner. He never had an answer as to why his skateboard
came with him everywhere. Pictures taken from last year’s Halloween party
presented Hansol lousily wrapped in toilet paper, his costume being the ever so
original mummy that at least six other people at the party had certainly not
been wearing. Hansol liked to claim his costume came out different. He was a
On his best
friend’s birthday he had one arm resting thoughtfully around his shoulders,
tiny splotches of buttercream frosting across their noses and hardly sticking
to their foreheads. Hansol’s skateboard must have also been treated as an equal
member to the night for along the black surface were more frosting smears, the
board held tightly in Hansol’s other hand. Even when his younger sister fell
from the monkey bars and sprained her wrist, pictures taken of her recovery in
the hospital room had snippets of Hansol smiling, skateboard sitting in his
Hansol without his skateboard was like seeing butterflies without wings. A peculiar
sight indeed if someone ever managed to glean across it. In fact, something
Hansol liked to glean across more than his skateboard, was you.
Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you, and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate, no matter how much you try.
“How’s he feeling?” Jungkook asked,
watching as you buttered toast to bring to Yoongi.
“How do you think he’s feeling?” You scoffed. Jungkook had been the one to hear
you trying to half-carry Yoongi inside the previous night, and had helped without saying a word.
“Was he drinking because of all of
us? We uh… Kind of backed him into a corner in the car…” Jungkook rubbed his
neck, giving you an apologetic smile.
You sighed. Truth be told, while
you were fairly sure whatever Jungkook, Jimin, Namjoon and Seokjin had done to
Yoongi in the car contributed, you
didn’t think that was the main reason—it was more likely your fault. “I don’t
know, Jungkook…” You said, turning to face him. “You could be nicer to him, though.”
Jungkook grimaced. “I know, Namjoon
keeps telling me the same thing… I just get worried, you know? I don’t want you
to get hurt because of some idiot who doesn’t treat you right.”
“I know.” You said, giving him a
“But I’ve decided something. I
think I misjudged Yoongi.” This came as a complete surprise to you. After all
the death glares and accusatory questions, the last thing you thought Yoongi
getting drunk would do was make Jungkook reconsider.
“Oh?” You asked, raising your
“Yeah. See, I’ve known him since college,
and I guess I just… Assumed he was the same as he was back then when it came to
dating.” Jungkook shrugged. “Maybe you changed him. Or maybe he changed, and
then you started dating him. Either way, he’s different.”
“What do you mean?” You asked
off-handedly. You didn’t want to sound like you didn’t know anything about what
Yoongi was like in college, but you couldn’t help but ask.
“Oh, you know… After that girl
broke his heart, he just kind of…” Jungkook shrugged. “I never heard exactly what happened, you probably know
more about all that mess than I do,
but it was like he just… Stopped trying?” Jungkook sipped his coffee.
“Stopped trying…how?” You were in
dangerous territory—Jungkook had accepted Yoongi, you didn’t need to put doubts
back in his head—but you were so
“He just…Shut himself off from the
world. You should really talk to Yoongi about that though, I don’t like to
You shook your head. “It isn’t
gossip! I didn’t realize you two were so close.”
“We weren’t.” He said. “Not in
college, I mean. Namjoon introduced us, he wanted us to be friends for some
reason. I’m surprised Yoongi never mentioned anything about it. Then again, no
one wants to relive painful memories, right?”
“Right. He doesn’t like talking about
it, so…” You said, distracted by your own thoughts. “Jungkook? Do you remember
what you heard happened between him and the girl?” It wasn’t your business, you
knew, and you almost hoped Jungkook would say he couldn’t recall.
“I didn’t know him very well at the
time.” Jungkook said, shifting slightly. “So I never heard from him. Just… what
other people said.”
“And?” You pressed.
“And people said that he bought a
ring to propose. Then walked in on her cheating.” Jungkook said it quietly, as
though he was afraid Yoongi would hear. “And I don’t like spreading rumors, so
you should really ask him.”
You nodded again, picking up the
plate with toast on it and putting it on a tray along with coffee and some
Tylenol. It was no wonder Yoongi pushed people away, going through that would
be horrible—not that it excused the way he treated you when you were friends
with benefits, but you could see how an experience like that might change
Before you left the room, however,
Jungkook caught your attention.
“Is…Is everything alight with you
two?” He asked. There was no venom in his voice, however, just a genuine
concern. “I know it’s not really my
“Everything’s fine.” You assured
him with a smile. “We’re fine.”
When Yoongi’s head finally stopped
hurting enough for him to venture out of the bedroom, the yard looked nothing
like it had the previous day. Large tents, big enough for at least five tables
each had been placed around, with fairy lights strung all around. The sun was
still a little too bright, so Yoongi turned to go back inside after finding
where all the noise was coming from and not seeing you anywhere.
“Looks good, doesn’t it?” Seokjin
asked from where he leaned against the side of the house, watching the workers.
“Namjoon spends a stupid amount of money on these things, but they sure are
pretty.” He flashed Yoongi a smile.
“Yeah, I guess.” Yoongi agreed. He
had been looking for you (to find out what was going on, not because he wanted
to be near you for some inexplicable reason) and in all honesty wanted to
continue his search.
“Are you feeling better?” Seokjin
asked, and Yoongi realized he had no idea how much you told them—or even if
they had seen him the previous night. You brought him breakfast-in-bed and then
disappeared, saying something about needing to help get ready for Namjoons
party. “I know Jungkook said you were feeling quite ill this morning, do you
think it was something you ate?”
“Just allergies, I think. I’m feeling much better, thanks.”
Yoongi said, returning the smile. It was possible that you told Jungkook that
he was sick, but the likelihood of Jungkook believing that seemed slim, so
Yoongi didn’t know what to think.
“Good. That means you can help me
decide where the DJ should set up.”
The day passed in a blur of yelling,
decorations, and you trying to convince Namjoon that he wasn’t old, no matter how much you teased him about it. You saw
Yoongi occasionally, being dragged around by either Soekjin or Jimin, but never
for long enough to really talk to him. Jungkook told you that Jimin was doing
it on purpose because he thought it was funny to watch Yoongi try to come up
with excuses to be in the same room as you.
its like when you take the first sip of tea, it painfully sizzles on your tongue
theres nothing you can do besides wait out the pain
you know the tea is still hot, yet you take another sip
this time the pain is more bearable
but now, you have two burnt patches on your tongue
these are going to take a few days to heal
each time you go to eat or drink something, you will be reminded of the two little burns
.an unpleasant sting.
this doesn’t stop you from sipping the tea
it tastes good therefore it must be finished, no matter how hot or cold it gets
determination to succeed such an insignificant task in the hope that the ego feels warm and accomplished
to prove a point?
i dont know
people seem to have a habit of going back to things that hurt them in the hope that the second,
third or forth time round
they will be stronger.
or possibly just more prepared.
the devil never sleeps when he is fuelled with the flames that ignite his fire.