yeah keep looking at her like that dude

Make fun of my kid? I'll get you back somehow.

So I am not sure if this belongs in @prorevenge, sense it wasn’t planned on my part. It kind of just fell in my lap. Feels more than petty, so here I am.

For a bit of background: My next door neighbor is/was a college student. She lives with our actual neighbor, her boyfriend. Typical crazy college kid. Weekend parties, drinking on her patio all hours of the night, and weird hours. You know the drill. I figured she was trying to experience college life, so why not? You do you lady!

Anyways one summer night last year she was sitting out on her back patio with her girlfriends doing their drunk thing. I am out wrapping up on some stuff with my toddler daughter. She at the time had a medical thing going on that caused her to walk a little weird. Nothing life altering and something that would heal with time. She did have a weeble waddle to her, especially when running. Sometimes she would fall right over. She was out running around with the dog and the ladies next door were waving and telling her how cute she was. All good.

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So I was looking at NSFW Reaper76 pictures in the mall

Let me tell you something.

I don’t care if people saw me looking at Jack eating Gabriel’s ass in public.
I’m dead inside.
Reaper76 has killed me.
I don’t care anymore.

The lady next to me just stared at my phone with me.
She was like a Latina lady in her 40’s ish mah dudes.
We looked at Reaper76 together.
It was a long as fuck awkward silence as I keep scrolling through the Reaper 76 tag until she finally talked to me.

I really expected her to call me out on it, but instead she asked.

“What show is that? Is he Latino?”

Like shit guys I didn’t expect her to be so casual.

“It’s from a game called Overwatch and yeah, he’s Latino, his name is Gabriel Reyes.”

Then she was just nodding to herself, now I started to care. I started to get nervous, guys I didn’t expect her to talk to me and be so casual about it.

Then she said, “A Latino in video game? And he’s gay? That’s even better, what game was it you said? Overwatch? I should get that for my nephew.”


Then she told me how her nephew just came out to her family about being gay and he loved video games and IT’S HIS BIRTHDAY AND SHE WAS HERE AT THE MALL TO BUY HIM A GIFT.


She then thanked me and left towards the game stop. GUYS. GUYS.






a pretty good bad idea (1/?)

pairing: Trini/Kimberly (Power Rangers

words: 2097

summary: With great power comes unexpected and awkward side effects. Also: kissing lessons. (Isn’t that how the saying goes?)

a/n: Guess who saw Power Rangers and is predictable trash? Guess who loves all that trope-y cheesiness? Guess who doesn’t remember how to write, but is doing it anyways? Me me me. Anyways, I tried to bring the cheese, my friends, but I’m just not capable of writing poetry like ‘Are we Power Rangers or are we friends?’. Alas.

AO3 Link here!

WARNING for @smallandsundry : there is KISSING in this fic. (Also, no bear rangers.) Please avert your eyes.

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5x05 Review-Part B

Oh boi this is probably going to be my biggest cophine analysis? Yeah something like that..

Well.. you have been warned


So first things first, I want to be honest: this episode scared me before the screening.I knew from the beginning that it’s going to  be a lose-win situation.Like any episode-ship or storyline based-that is highly anticipated, there’s always the chance of underwhelming yourself because of high expectations or overexposure. I tried to be nonchalant about it but the whole excitement  and positive vibes didn’t help at all to balance my emotions..still, i can’t quite believe  that this episode was THAT good.

Cosima and Delphine were emotional, sensual, and so very desperate.Part B of my review is totally dedicated to this beautifully flawed ship.

(ps.the screencaps are mine, tho the gifs are not mine,  if there’s a problem in reposting for review-explainer purposes,don’t hesitate to msg me guys i would wholeheartedly  respect it and delete them if you want to :) )


Cos just told Del that she’s sick.I heard a lot of people saying that they found the make out scene a tiny bit awkward and anticlimatic. Well imo it  should ‘ve been exactly like that.Think about it.

Cos just learned that she’s intellectual property and she’s basically owned ( tbh i think she knew something like that was coming from the moment she learned she was a clone). She’s shocked and confused and totally freaking out. In addition to all of this came the knowledge of her sickness, a sickness  she knew  too well how it was gonna end.

Delphine reacts instinctively in Cos’s desperation and tries to comfort her in every way she knows.She gives promises she’s totally willing to pay (even if she doesn’t understand the weight of them at the moment) and pours out her heart.

Her love is palpable even if she doesn’t say it. It’s too early and everything happens so fast for them to cope.For Del, nothing matters more  than Cosima’s well-being.And she doesn’t even know why.Why would she help a girl she barely knows?Why risk her job,her life for a charming stranger?Is this rare,undefined, chemical thing that connects us,  enough to alter our everyday life?Is intuition only good enough when everything else falls apart?

Delphine is one of the brave ones.

They don’t own you.

Not your integrity, she says.

Not your  intellect.

Not your humor.

Delphine really fights for Cosima. She swallows her own worries and fears, giving  her own body as a shelter, engulfing her, protecting her, if only for the night.

Ands that’s what makes Cosima come undone.


Helen Shaver’s directing style was really, magical. Totally fitting and capable of capturing a whole spectrum of feelings. From sadness, to doubt, to arousal. In a couple of seconds everything came out perfectly.The narration and  raw cuts were spot on. I loved the fact that it took a little time for Cosima to be in the moment.It felt real, natural and authentic.

Shaver’s directional choice was very interesting if you think it’s a dreamy/ subconscious memory from Cos when she’s sleeping/dozing off .Other than the main argument of cophine (you were paid to lie to me) everything else was not in sequential order. Delphine kissing her neck, hugging her, whispering to her. Everything feels out of focus and it’s like this scene is shot from Cosima’s POV. Exactly like a dream or a fainted thought with no beginning or end.

This scene.So small and unfortunately so underrated .No more than 4 seconds yet, it captured the feeling perfectly.

A bizzare feeling of happiness - totally unmatching with no coherence or  relevance to the previous scenes and still in a peculiar way, overly perfect. Oxymoron.Sadness, euphoria, arousal, all dancing together. It probably wasn’t even scripted and it’s pure Tat and Ebro working their magic.

Delphine’s face depicts so many emotions.Cosima simply mesmerizes her.Fascinates her.It’s just the way it is.Completely natural.

And then the moment we died:

Defy them.

Live your life with every ounce of passion that I know you have. They’ll never own you.

Probably the best quote out of 5x05.Sensual,defiant, rebellious.

At this moment i would like to post a quote of  Lisa Weidenfeld in regards to them:

“These two have lied to each other for the entire duration of the show, and their connection has proven to be something that overturned both their lives, often for the worse. The flashback to Cosima’s initial discovery of her patented genes, and her admission of her illness to Dephine (who is the first person she tells) also provides a glimpse into why she’s stuck with this thing so long. The bond is tied up in a heady cocktail of sex and love and rebellion and the person who was there for her at what was probably the worst moment of her life. Who wouldn’t get hooked on that?

-AV Club

really, really loved everything about this.Cosima’s worst life experience was in lockstep with her most beloved person.What a contradiction.

after Delphine’s motivational speech Cosima got hooked. I mean just look at her face.

yeah yeah i know, she’s indeed very much aroused but it’s not just that. Cosima melts for affirmation.Wants and needs desperately Delphine’s words to keep it together. Cosima has the sassy tongue and clever remarks but Delphine’s words are wild,colourful and disarming.Her mouth is her most dangerous asset.

should at this point say a big effing THANK YOU to Tatiana and Evelyne?

Cause they really did their fucking best and it showed.All i ever wanted from this episode was to feel that Cosima finally accepted Delphine and reciprocated her feelings.Body language was fucking inconceivable like WOAH DUDE! mad respect for the whole team.


Finally.At fucking last.Case closed.They wraped this whole “i can’t trust you” chaos.It was about bloody time.

After a whole lot of a time Cos and Del talked about their issues.Admitted their faults.Made peace with eachother

-I push too hard

-you do things without my consent

This is what they do.

Listen.The first step for a healthy relationship is to accept your faults.And that’s exactly what they did.Under those dreadful  circumstances they made a huge step forward.

They re-evaluated their faith and trust in each other.

Cosima accepted the fact that, no matter what, Delphine’s sole purpose is to keep Cosima safe.She is willing to do whatever it takes. Lie,  lose contact, kill or even be killed.She prefered to be the ‘bad guy’ and broke up with Cos just to keep her damn promise.It needs guts to do something like that.

Delphine  on the other hand has accepted the recklessness of Cosima. She knows that until this whole thing is over she’s going to live with the fear of Cosima pushing too far, going in places that she can’t help her escape (* COUGH LOCKED CAGE COUGH COSIMA BABE DEL LITERALLY LEFT FOR 5 MINUTES WHY*)

both are living with the fear of each other’s mortality, but they prefer this than nothing. if love doesn’t teach you endurance i don’t know what does tbh.


I don’t know what else to say.This episode was so fulfilling in regards to Cophine and Cosima.A perfect character centric episode.Let’s see what 5x06 will bring folks.

Again thanks for reading (that was WAY TOO LONG I’M SORRY)

I love Finn so much, and I love how thoughtfully and how beautifully John Boyega inhabits the role–

He’s spoken in interviews about how he sees Finn as a much needed departure from overly assured, macho, hypermasculine heroes, and it’s SO visible in the movie–

Finn is so vulnerable, so flawed, so human-  

I love how he wears his emotions on his sleeve:  
“Keep calm, keep calm…”
“I am calm!”
“I was talking to myself…”

How both he and Rey look overwhelmed and terrified at the prospect of flying a ship-

How he runs to save (what he thinks is) a poor girl being attacked and outnumbered by thieves  (let’s remember that Finn is unarmed and outnumbered too!!)  
BUT then he turns right around and runs for his life when she runs after him with a weapon:::
He’s BRAVE, but it’s bravery that’s tangible, not the Movie Hero’s insensate lack of fear.

Finn is so funny, but he doesn’t have the zingy one-liners of a guy who has it all figured out-  Mostly he’s making witty observations or stating an ironic truth, or bantering with Rey or Han-

He and Rey both feel so young and they relate like people– Finn may be attracted to her, but aside from wanting to impress her he never gives any indication-
he doesn’t hit on her or make innuendos or act like a man is generally supposed to act in movies to prove he’s a DUDE-

Finn just reacts with joy and excitement that he’s found such an awesome, badass friend— just look at the way he and Rey rush to compliment and gush over EACH OTHER after flying the Millenium Falcon for the first time.  He’s so not cool!!
He should probably be shrugging and squaring his shoulders like “Oh yeah, that’s me: hero of the resistance, glad you could keep up…” if he wants to keep up the charade that he’s part of the Resistance,

but he’s THRILLED and he forgets his Cool Guy persona and wants to gush and nerd out like a little kid, and tell Rey how cool she is, and say “No no, I only hit the target cuz you set me up for it!!”

I’ve totally lost my train of thought, but yeah Finn is a wonderful character and I love him a lot

unrequited requited love

warnings: none

words: 1,158

pairing: peter parker x reader, flash x reader

request: hi! I want to request a peterxreader where theyre best friends and the reader is in love with him. when she tells him he rejects her but when she gets a boyfriend he realizes his mistake. ((I know its oh so cliché lol)) you can decide the ending :)

a/n: aa my first peter parker imagine. I really hope you guys like it! I just got a new laptop, so please keep sending in requests!

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Don’t Say Anything (part 1)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: angsty angsty angst


“Nat?” you spoke softly as the two of you laid on your bed, staring up at the ceiling.


You turn your head to her. “Do you think it’s time I tell you know who that I like him?”

Natasha looks over at you and smiles. “I’d say yeah, you’ve been talking about him for years now Y/N. You’re madly in love with this dude which, by the way, I still do not know.”

You blush. You weren’t about to tell her that the man you’ve been crushing on is Bucky. No one knew how you felt about him and you’re surprised that Natasha didn’t already figure out who you always talked about.

“Well, if everything goes well I’ll tell you who he is.” you say.

“You better. It’s not nice keeping your best friend in the dark like this.” she jokes.

You laugh. “Oh hush.”

“I need to interview this guy. Make sure he’s good for you.”

“Soon my dear, soon.”

Your door suddenly opens, revealing the man you’re in love with.

“Hey Y/N, I just came by to ask if you wanted to go get a milkshake with me.” he smiled.

“I’ll get going. See ya later, snooka.” Nat says, kissing your cheek before leaving your room.

You look over at Bucky. He’s so beautiful.

“So, what do ya say?” he’s now leaning against the doorframe.

Steve would kill you if you drank a milkshake, especially since you’re training with him tomorrow. But Bucky throws on his best pouty face and you’re done for.

“Let’s go.”

You enter your room after a tiring training session with Steve only to find Wanda sitting on your bed with a smile on her face.

“What are you doing here?” you question.

“I’m here to train you.”

You scoff. “I don’t know if you knew this but I just got back from training with Steve so..”

Wanda playfully rolls her eyes. “Not that kind of training. I’m here to train you for when you tell that guy that you like him.”

You nod. Wasn’t Natasha supposed to help you with that?

“Nat said she had something to do and asked me to help you.” she adds as if she could read your mind.

“Okay.” you nod. “So what should I do first?”

“Well if I knew who he was..” she trailed off and you laugh.

“You’re not getting it out of me, Wanda.”

“Darn.” she frowns. “When am I going to meet the guy? He could be a murderer for all I know!”

You chuckle. “If he feels the same way about me, you’ll meet him soon.”
Although you’ve already met him.

“He’d be a fool to not like you back, Y/N. You’re a big ball of happiness mixed with cute things and sprinkles.” she tells you and you smile. “Okay so we have to work on what you’ll say to him. You don’t want to be stumbling over your words or stuttering. That’s really awkward.”

“This is going to be harder than I thought.” you sigh.

“Pretend I’m Jake.” she says and you give her a confused look.

“Who’s Jake?”

“The guy, duh.” she spoke. “You won’t tell me who he is so we gotta improvise.”

“Oh, right. Okay.” you clear your throat and close your eyes, Bucky’s face coming into your mind. You can see him smiling at you, waiting for you to speak. You open your eyes. “Hey.. Jake.” oh god saying Jake was so weird.

“Hey, Y/N. What’s up?” Wanda responds. Your throat began to feel dry. Why - how?

“I just wanted to stop by and tell you that I love yo- your sweater.” you sigh and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Wrong! Do it again. And be less.. Cringy.” Wanda says.

You glare at her. “Oh jeez, thanks for boosting my confidence.”

“I’m trying to help you get laid here.” she gives you a look.


“Do it again.”

You take a deep breath and nod, speaking from your heart. “Jake.. We’ve known each other for quite some time now and every time we hang out it’s amazing. You’re amazing. You know how to make me laugh and our conversations are never boring. You’re a really interesting person Jake. What I’m trying to say is.. I like you. I have since the day I met you, and I want to know if you feel the same way.”

You exhale, not knowing you were holding your breath before and Wanda’s lips turn upwards into a smile. “You did it.”

“I did it.” you breathe out. Wanda chuckles and you break out into a grin. “Thank you so much Wanda.”

You pull her into a hug and she squeezes you. “Go tell him. You got this.”

You rush down the hall, nearly tackling Tony down in the process. Bucky’s door comes up into view and your heart starts beating quickly. You’re going to do it. You’re going to tell Bucky how you feel. Finally.

You stop in front of his door and take a deep breath before twisting the knob and pushing it open, not even bothering to knock. At the sight in front of you, your heart drops.


Bucky moves away from Natasha, both their hair a mess. Nat’s shirt was discarded, thrown across the room and Bucky was just in his boxers. His lips were red and swollen from kissing. You almost forgot how to breathe.

“Oh god..” Nat murmurs, throwing her head in her hands.

“Y/N, hey.” Bucky grabs your attention again, standing up from his bed. “Listen I-I.. No one knows about.. Nat and I.. Please don’t tell anyone.”

You look between Natasha and Bucky. How stupid could you be? To actually think that Bucky might like you back. Of course he doesn’t. Of course he likes Nat. Of course they have a thing going on. Why wouldn’t they?

You muster up a fake smile. “Your secret is safe with me.”

Bucky lets out a sigh of relief and pulls you into a hug. “Thank you so much Y/N.”

You keep your hands at your sides, not daring to wrap them around him. When he pulls away, you clear your throat. “I’ll uh.. Get going.”

Bucky nods. “Thank you.. Again.”

“No problem.” you back out of his room and he shuts the door, leaving you to stare at it.

If only you knocked.

A/N: Tell me what ya think :)))))))))) It’ll get better, I promise.


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I have decided, quite simply, that the really weird customers are drawn to me and this is why I get all the worst reviews. This one is not a review, but it is one of the events that made me just go… ‘what?’

A woman came up to me and started speaking in a low voice. 

“There’s a man in a brown leather jacket and a baseball hat. He’s creeping me out. He walked by me, looked at me once, and then gave me the finger.”


So I tell my boss and we get a couple people to follow this guy and his friend, who are just now coming out of the t-shirt section. We don’t see them do anything weird. I’m called up to the register and the woman that came up to me starts talking about it again, her two kids sitting in the cart- pointing the men out and reiterating what she’d told me before. 

The two men are on their way up, they don’t buy anything. They get into their van. They’re not really as clean-cut as our usual patrons, but landscaping/construction people come through our store sometimes because if they need high-visibility attire we have flourescent yellow shirts that work in a pinch. I kind of just assumed they left because we didn’t have them in their size. 

The woman’s nanny comes up and starts asking questions.

“They left.” “Where did they go?” “They got in a van.” “They got in a VAN?!”

Like… at this point I’m like 90% certain that things did not happen the way she thinks they happened. Like… she’s making a big deal about it. I call my manager up to talk to her and she gets to tell her story again. I hear-

“What are two grown men doing in a CRAFT STORE?”

…. crafts don’t know age or gender, lady. 

Manager gets her to believe that they were probably stealing something and she caught them in the act and that’s why they were acting so weird. Tells her not to call the cops because we’ll file a report. 


… she called the cops anyway. We get a call from her saying that they told her that they couldn’t do anything because they didn’t steal anything and nothing… really… happened. So she begs my boss to look at the footage to send to the cops and my boss tells her that she will. 

Boss looks at the footage. 

Here. Is what. Happened.

She had her kids kind of playing around her cart and having a good time. These two guys walk by, the one in the jacket glances at her. The woman freezes, gathers up her kids and orders them to get in the cart, stares the man down. 

Yeah, I would have flipped her the bird, too. 

She then starts keeping an eye on him, staring him down whenever she sees him like he’s going to do something. She’s pointing at him to her nanny. 

All but following him around the store. 

Because he was a grown man in a craft store. Christ, lady- not every working dude with a beard is looking to abduct your children. 

my grandparents were super crazy and loud last night when we brought them inside at midnight and they woke up my dad. he didn’t say anything i just saw him sitting up in bed looking exhausted. he works mornings.

i told my mom that today and she was like eh he can deal with it. i was like yeah he knew your parents were cuckoo for cocoa puffs when he married you. she said actually before we started dating!

they met in college because they were both journalism majors. one day mom got wind her hometown high school was cutting the journalism budget. she volunteered to go down and speak at some thing where they were supposed to convince a committee to keep the program. she asked all around the program and nobody wanted to go except this weird dude who she thought was hitting on her. nobody else would go not even the guy she was dating. finally she was whining about it in the newsroom of the school paper and my dad was like .. i’ll go. and she was like thank god im not gonna be by myself.

so they go down there and they give little speeches to which no one really listened and then they went to my mom’s parents’ motel where they lived and had cake to celebrate my aunt’s birthday. grandma was there but grandpa was asleep. on the way back up to fresno state she’s like talking about how fucking nutso her parents are like all the bizarre shit they did when she was a kid and the weird prejudices they have, and my dad was really like. quiet. but he was always quiet and mom couldn’t really read him, so she just figured she’d made him uncomfortable and called it a wash.

she told me she hadn’t rly considered him as a romantic prospect, and she was still in the flagging ends of a not-quite-relationship, so she wasn’t like trying to impress him, she wasn’t pretending to be nicer or smarter or more civilized than she was, she wasn’t trying to hide her childhood from anybody, she was just sitting there as her worst, best, most true self, venting about her family, and they got back to school and went their separate ways, and a month later he asked her out.

mom was telling me about this and she was like, i was just puzzled. like i had to have misunderstood, like he knew i’d lived in a motel.

and i was like he liked you anyway.

i just think that’s basically the ultimate. yk? like there you are venting about and making fun of your dysfunctional, racist, humiliating family, and this guy is riding in the car with you watching you and listening to you and falling in love with you.

last christmas we were playing a jeopardy board game with my brother and his girlfriend and yk how on jeopardy they stop in the middle and alex gets an anecdote from each contestant? my mom pretended to be alex trebek and asked my dad to recount how he met his wife, and he was like “i was a junior at fresno state and i was running late to professor waters’ class, and i was going down the hall, when i saw this heavenly light emanating from under the door…”

he makes my mom laugh.

i feel like that’s all i’ve ever wanted.

anonymous asked:

hc for kuroo, terushima, tsukishima, & iwaizumi w/ a tiny & cute girlfriend who has a fierce side and is a fuckin bOSS at self defense like if anyone bothers them, she steps in front of them and goes from the sweetest looking bunny to the most intimidating person on earth and she will fUCK ANYONE WHO BOTHERS THEM UP

LOL, I love this so much, Anon! I think it’s so freaking adorable and all of these boys would just freaking LOVE having a girl like this!

Hope you enjoy!

Kuroo Tetsurou

  • Lol, I can see something like this happening for the first time in their relationship and she’s not taking any shit as she steps up with his arms crossed over her chest and Kuroo’s all “babe, I got this” right before she throws down and takes the dude to the ground in a single blow.
    • Um, SHOOK. But also, like, that was totally the hottest things he’s ever seen and, god damn, that’s his girlfriend and holy fuck he’s never felt so turned on in his life.
  • But he’s totally impressed, like, he knew she did self defense, but that seemed like it was on a completely different level. Doesn’t matter though, all he want to do is get her home so she can demonstrate all those badass moves on him!
    • Legit, boy would probably get too excited about that and then end up getting hurt because he tensed the wrong way in the middle of something.

Terushima Yuuji

  • Duuuudes, Terushima probably fell victim to her awesome moves when they first met! Like, he was trying to get her number or something coming off rather strongly and probably stepped a little closer than he really should’ve and then BAM! He’s staring up at the ceiling with stars behind his eyes!
    • Then she shows up in his vision - still flat on his back - and he thinks an angel has showed up in his life because she is by far the most extraordinary person he’s ever met.
  • Guarantee he ends up in that same position several more times before she gets anywhere close to agreeing to go out with him. His persistence can be quite endearing if he goes about it the right way.
  • And when someone actually starts to mess with them, this boy wouldn’t even bat an eye when she steps forward with that Look on her face. He’d just be like “dude, ya sure you wanna keep going down this path?” He’d totally reward her with kisses and cuddles afterward too!

Tsukishima Kei

  • Seriously? I feel like this kid would provoke anyone because he KNOWS that she can take them down. So when they’ve finally had enough of his shit, they’re making a go at him and the next thing they know they’re arm is being twisted behind their back and they’re on their knees.
    • This little shit would just smirk with his hands in his pockets and just be all “oh yeah, and have you met my girlfriend?” He’d be all smug that he had the upper hand even though he didn’t do anything except start shit!
    • LOL, the dude is still probably trapped there on the ground as Tsuki strolls up to give her kisses as thanks! Random dude is NOT amused.
  • As much as she loves this tol bean, no doubt that he’s been the victim to her defensive moves. Maybe his teasing goes a little too far and before he knows it, his vision goes dark because she pressing into a pressure point at just the right spot. Apologies are instant, followed by pouting.

Iwaizumi Hajime

  • These two probably took the self defense class together, that’s how they met and got to know each other. They were partners through the course and kept seeing each other afterwards, so he’s had firsthand experience at just how good she is.
  • So it really is no surprise that she goes to take on whoever is bugging them head on. Like, both Iwa and this random dude have amused expressions on their faces, but for OBVIOUSLY different reasons: the random guys thinks it’s just adorable this little girl wants to fight whereas Iwaizumi KNOWS that she can kick his ass.
    • Iwaizumi probably stands over the dude after he’s been taken to the ground and is like “I probably should’ve warned you but I didn’t feel like it” before wrapping his arm around her shoulders and taking her out for ice cream!
  • I’m sure when a bunch of them all went out together, Oikawa kept pestering her to show him her moves! And Iwa keeps being like “you’re stupid, Shittykawa, let it go” but then she agrees and Makki films it and posts it on social media and it’s the funniest day of their lives (except Oikawa’s, lol).
O Mama Don't You Cry - Zach Werenski

Originally posted by goldanklebonecups

Notes: look its not a smut for once (and ima wait on a few smuts, write a few non-smuts for you all then post bc :) ) but yeah, here’s a sUPER cute Zach Werenski one and its a lil fluffy with a bit of a grumpy zach so be excited!! also i feel like my titles have nothing to do with the story and im sorry

Warnings: Mentions of underage drinking

Mentions: Dylan Larkin, Jack Eichel, Auston Matthews, Noah Hanifin, Charlie McAvoy, a few more

Requested By @werenzki (also check out her imagines bc if you have time to binge-read, would definitely recommend!!): I’d love who when the reader is at some party or something and she’s interested in zach werenski but he thinks she’s into Dylan Larkin so he gets sort of awkward and jealous but by the end of the night she turns her attention to Zach and it’s all cute and stuff..

Up Next: idk its a surprise y’all

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I feel like roommates make fun of Derek for the things we have come to love as canon. (3/?)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Y/N: Hey, Derek, I need help with my Spanish homework. Think you can get ole’ Miguel to come help me?

Derek: *gif*

Isaac: Why the hell would she do that?

Peter: Who cares? She riled up the hornets’ nest, and now we all will have to pay. He’s wearing his “oh you think you’re funny well I’m not amused” face.

Isaac: That’s what it is! I’ve been trying to name that face for months now, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

Peter: Yes, it’s very similar to his “I’m being sarcastic face”, the giveaway is in the eyebrows.

Y/N: Really? I always thought it was more in the nostril flare. The whole “big bad Alpha” thing.

Derek: I am literally right here, you guys.

Originally posted by comeforfriends

Y/N: All I did was get hamburger instead of pepperoni!

Derek: *gif* We don’t like you.

Y/N: You speaking for your backup dancers, now?

Isaac: Yes, we took a vote, and he speaks for all of us.

Peter: *arms crossed, grumbling* No one speaks for me but me! …..But yes. Yes, he speaks for me on this.

Y/N: You are all insane!

Originally posted by realteenwolf

Y/N: And another thing-

Derek: *gif*

Y/N: *pauses* *gif*

Derek: *gif* What the hell is wrong, Y/N?

Isaac: *gif*

Peter: *walking by, not included in the conversation* *gif*

Derek: *gif* *realizes what he’s doing* *gif* Oh, you can all go to hell!

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Y/N: Gah! Oh my God! How long have you been following me?

Derek: *gif* All day.

Y/N: Of course. Creepiest yet most innocent answer ever. Why did I expect anything less?

Derek: How is that creepy? I’m just trying to keep you safe!

Isaac: I’m with her all day at school, dude. It’s called shifts. We need to schedule them.

Peter: *arms crossed as he stands behind Derek* And you had me with you the whole time, I don’t see why I had to follow you around like I’m a little duckling or something.

Derek: That’s just because I don’t trust you.

Peter: *looks offended, holds hand to chest* Moi?

Y/N: Peter, stop being dramatic.

Peter: *sighs* Fine.

Isaac: Yeah, you’re getting a little Derek-y.

Peter: Well there’s no need to be rude.

Originally posted by camilafrade

Y/N: So, if we attack here *points at map* we should be good, but-

Derek: *gif*

Y/N: *rolls eyes and huffs* What, Derek?

Derek: I didn’t say anything!

Y/N: Your eyebrows have their own tone.

Peter: It’s quite annoying, really.

Derek: Well then, how about I just stare at you like this for the next hour then? *gif*

Peter: Try me.

Derek: *gif intensifies*

Isaac: *after a beat* Wanna go grab some pizza, Y/N?

Y/N: May as well. It’s already started. There’s no breaking a Hale stare off once they’ve begun.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Y/N: Derek, it’ll be okay, we’ll get ‘em next time.

Derek: *gif*

Isaac: Or we can go get them now.

Peter: Yeah, don’t give them a chance at “next time”.

Y/N: We’ll give ‘em hell.

Derek: *smiles but tries to hide it by turning away*

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Y/N: I swear to God, the mood lighting has to stop!

Isaac: I agree, there is a line, Derek.

Peter: A line? There is a gigantic wall and he just freaking climbed over it like it was nothing and continued his epic lighting ways on the other side.

Derek: *gif* I have no idea what you guys are talking about.

Y/N, Isaac, Peter: *unanimous groan*

You Like That?

Title: You Like That?

Paring: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,025 (I know it’s long, but it’s worth it) (that’s what He said lol)

Warnings: SMUT!! Hair pulling kink, Praise kink, bondage, dom/sub

Anonymous said: Can you possibly do one where reader and Dean are best friends and he has a thing for her and has secret kinks, and the reader somehow does different things and finds out about all those kinks? Like maybe one could be that he has a hair pulling kink and one day the reader is playing with his hair and tugs it a little and Dean like moans or something

A/N: Anon I hope you’re reading this and liking it! I know some people wanted it in two parts but I just thought it flowed so much better this way. Enjoy!!


Dean whirled around, dumping the bowl of popcorn all over the floor. “Shit Y/N, you scared me.”

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to. What are you up to?” You bent down to help him pick up the popcorn. “I’m super bored and Sam left for the weekend.”

Dean’s eyes dropped to the floor. “I, um, I was going to watch a movie. If you want you can join, gotta make more popcorn though.”

Grabbing Dean’s shoulder to help you up you wiped your hands on your pants before resting them on your hips, “I’ll set it up while you make it.” When Dean didn’t respond you snapped your fingers in his face. “Dean, did you hear me?”

“Huh? Wha-“ Dean’s words were lost as he looked up at you standing over him.

“Did you hear me? I’ll set up the movie while you make more. You okay dude? You’ve been really spacy lately.”

“No, yeah I’m fine, just tired. The movie is by my TV, I’ll be there in a minute or two.”

Dean’s POV

Waiting for Y/N to leave the room you stood up, letting out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. Adjusting yourself you headed to the counter, grabbing the bag of microwave popcorn. Dude, keep it together! You gotta stop acting like such a spazz around her!

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anonymous asked:

3 or 85 or both!!!! Dianetti ! I've read your stories and loved it, sorry I took so long to send a prompt!

3. “I’m going to kill you!” and 85. “Wow thanks a lot.”

Gina!” Rosa’s voice ricochets forcefully like a hail of bullets flying throughout the precinct. With her entrance, heads are turned and fear is abound as she stomps angrily towards her target. “I am going to kill you.”

The sheer lunacy and steadfastness of her words sets everyone off. Suddenly the hustle and bustle of the Nine-Nine settles down, small talk and crime solving all grinding to a halt as every person present watches with bated breath at whatever enraged and violent showdown is about to occur. Everyone thanks their lucky stars they aren’t the target of Rosa’s fury.

The only problem is- the very target of Rosa Diaz’s anger doesn’t even so much as flinch.

As her name had been screamed seconds earlier, the subject of Rosa’s frustration was none other than Gina Linetti.

“Say what?” Gina doesn’t even look up from her phone, and this blatant disregard is why everyone is watching.

You see, while Rosa strikes fear into the hearts of all whom she meets- Gina is afraid of no one.

(Of course, there are some exceptions. Gina can usually tell when she crosses a line with Rosa, and when Rosa’s in a delirious state Gina knows like any other human with the capacity to think that stepping on Rosa’s toes in any way is a big no-no. Sadly, this does not seem to be one of those times.)

Frustrated, Rosa grabs Gina’s phone from her hands and places it flat down on Gina’s desk. But there’s a certain caution with which Rosa does this- in addition, Gina doesn’t resist and lets Rosa take her phone away. There’s also a certain gentleness to how Rosa places Gina’s phone on her desk, as if at the back of her mind she knows no matter how mad she is at Gina, bringing harm to Gina’s phone would be on par with punching her in the face.

“Stop acting like you don’t know what you did, Linetti.” Rosa’s hand slams on Gina’s desk as she says this to emphasize her point, but she doesn’t receive more than a suggestive eyebrow raise from Gina.

“And what did I do?” Gina leans back in her chair, crossing her arms comfortably. “Tell me, Diaz. Since we’re doing this last name thing now.”

Rosa had no idea how Gina had become like this- so immune to her anger, not at all phased by her threats. Had she gone soft on Gina? Despite Gina’s general lack of fear regarding Rosa, she’s never been this blasé when Rosa had confronted her in the past. Like she’s confident she’ll come out of this unscathed.

“You broke up with Pimento over text, using my phone!” Rosa swiftly pulls her own phone out as evidence. The text sent to Pimento sits at the bottom of the screen, clear as day. There isn’t even a reply. Gina only grins in response, proud of her crime.

Yuh huh, you’re welcome for that.” Gina picks her phone back up from the desk and goes back to- is she watching a video about a monkey?

“Wow.” Rosa’s breath rasps indignantly- how in the hell does someone like Gina Linetti exist? Who does something invasive like that with no remorse whatsoever? “Thanks a lot,” she snarls sarcastically.

“Anytime, boo. So we done here?”

Rosa’s voice is this close to a growl when she speaks. Why is it this hard to confront Gina? She’s clearly in the wrong but somehow thinks Rosa was thanking her?

“No- we are not done here. You know I was being sarcastic. How could you dump Pimento over text for me? I never asked you to do that.”

Gina resolutely places her phone flat down on her desk, voluntarily this time. “Yeah… I don’t buy that. You’ve wanted to be done with him for ages by now. He’s a loser who doesn’t deserve you.”

Rosa scoffs so harshly it hurts the back of her throat. “Well, maybe let me decide that for myself, instead of thinking you know everything.”

Gina bolts up from her desk, and Rosa has trouble deciding if she’s happier to have invoked such a reaction or angrier about the Pimento thing.

“Okay- first off? I do know everything. Always have, always will. That’s just a fact of life- which I can confirm since I know. Everything.” She carefully enunciates those last words and presses a pointed finger into Rosa’s shoulder to emphasize her point.

Which Rosa ignores, because if she doesn’t stick to what this argument was about, Gina will derail and set off track their entire conversation.

“Gina,” she calmly starts. “I never asked you to help me dump Pimento. If I wanted to, I would’ve done it myself. And I would’ve done it on my own time and my own terms. Got it?”

“So why haven’t you?”


“Because you’re a coward, yeah, I get it now.” Gina interrupts in a huff. “You were never going to leave him, even though you so clearly can’t stand him anymore.”

“What makes you so sure I even want to break up with him in the first place?”

“Um, everything? You never mention or talk about him, you’re never with him- should I carry on listing things or is this an open and shut case?”

Rosa unclenches a fist and tries to find words. It doesn’t help that Gina’s got her arms crossed as she looks triumphantly upon Rosa, glad to have proven her point.

“Still- you overstepped your boundaries, Gina.” Gina only groans and rolls her eyes at this but Rosa continues. “You know how unstable he is, how could you just-”

“Wait, he didn’t hurt you, did he?” There’s this edge coupled with guilt in Gina’s voice, and she looks just about ready to apologize as well as hunt Pimento down. To kill him.

“No,” Rosa clarifies, and Gina lets out a tense breath as her face composes itself. “But Gina- he could have hurt you.”

“What?” Gina’s face contorts in disbelief. “You’re worried about me? I’m not the one tied down to a psycho boyfriend here.”

“You didn’t just text him from my phone, Gina, you left him a voicemail.”

Gina brandishes a nervous grin. “Oops, my B. Shouldn’t have done that while I was drunk. So… he knows it was me and he’s coming here to murder me now? Cool…”

“No. He didn’t see the text. Or the voicemail.”

“How? Did you delete them?” Gina’s face falters. “Were you with him?”

“Broke into his house. He uses his work phone when he’s working on cases, so he left his personal phone at home.”

“Nice,” Gina praises, but it’s half-hearted and she’s clearly still bothered by something. “So he doesn’t know anything. Nothing wrong with your relationship. Yay…”

“Alright stop,” Rosa cuts Gina off after the ‘yay’ goes on for far too long. “I didn’t delete anything yet, just stole his phone. I… don’t know how to use his phone.”

Gina sighs. “So you want my help.”

“You’re always on your phone, so. Maybe you’ll know how to delete the text and voicemail that you sent.”

“Yeah, yeah, point taken. Hand it over.”

Rosa fishes the phone out of her pocket and passes it to Gina, whose eyebrows furrow when she sees the extremely outdated model.

“What the hell is this?”

“He buys burner phones.”

Right.” Gina makes a face that reads yikes but flips open the phone anyway. “Okay…”

“Did you delete them?”

“Whoopsie. I think I just accidentally clicked play and I don’t know how to pause it. Eh, let’s just listen to my beautiful voice first.”

Rosa rolls her eyes but stays silent as Gina lays Pimento’s phone down on her desk.

“Hey Pineapple! Haha, that’s Jake’s nickname, but it works for you too, right? Anyhoozle, you’re probably sad because Rosa finally got the guts to dump you. My advice? Crawl into a hole a stay there. Forever.” Drunk Gina drags out that last word which makes Gina laugh.

Rosa gives her a look. “Really?”

“What? I stand by it.”

In the voicemail, Drunk Gina laughs at her own… burn before she carries on talking.

“But yeah dude. You should’ve seen this coming a million miles away. Rosa’s too hot for you-”

Rosa can’t help but grin, a burn spreading to her cheeks all the way to the tips of her ears.


Gina rolls her eyes. “Shut up.”

“-and she’s too cool. Why does she keep dating guys like you anyway?! She’s supposed to be with me. You ever love someone who you can’t have P-man? Never mind, I don’t care-”

The voicemail cuts off before Gina can even motion to try and stop the message from playing. Instead, she sits in her chair, frozen and glaring at the phone like she’s having a staring contest.

Rosa, on the other hand, feels like time has just stopped. She can’t believe this- why had she not seen it before? Rosa feels like a boulder just fell on her chest.

She’s an idiot.

“You…” she chokes out feebly. “You love me?”

Gina averts her eyes, and suddenly Rosa’s never seen Gina quite so scared of her- never seen Gina quite so scared ever, in fact.

“Yeah, but who cares.” She quickly fumbles for the phone and frantically clicks on the buttons, successfully deleting the text and voicemail from Pimento’s phone, before handing it to Rosa. “Go back to your boyfriend.”

Gina gets up and leaves her desk, and Rosa’s left to stare at Pimento’s phone. Her… boyfriend’s phone.

But now, saying that feels wrong- it feels dirty and forced and not at all what she wants anymore.

What she wants has been in front of her the whole time- and now she’s walking away.

“Gina, wait!” Rosa turns around and calls desperately, and to her relief Gina stops walking away and turns around.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Because if Gina had said something before, things could have been different. Things could have been better.

“There was nothing to say,” Gina remarks weakly, the life in her voice dying out. Hearing this hurts Rosa to no end.

“I have something to say.” A flicker of hope and intrigue flashes in Gina’s eyes which flattens into confusion when Rosa digs out her own phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Dumping Pimento on his work phone.”

Gina’s so pleasantly surprised she starts laughing- and oh, the sound of her laughter had always been soothing to Rosa’s ears. Her smile could melt any ice-cold heart. Her laugh was like a breath of fresh air to a drowning man.

Pimento doesn’t even pick up his phone, so Rosa leaves a voicemail.

“We’re done.”

She then shoves her phone back into her pocket and makes quick and large strides to get to Gina.

“Babylon, now,” she whispers quickly to Gina who chuckles in response and follows her without question.

No one sees Gina and Rosa for three hours straight.

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Tales from the pawn shop pt1(a lil long)

So back when I was 18 I worked in an “upscale”(the owners were desperate to have their chain appear cleancut and not at all seedy)pawnshop chain for about 4 to 5 months. I have lot of stories from my time there but lets start with my first customer.

My first month or so at the shop I was an inventory goblin. The store manager wanted to hire me but one of the bosses wanted me to have a probationary period. After my time reorganizing inventory, and cleaning and recleaning what must have been atleast a hundred copies of Madden(varying years) I was allowed to work on the sales floor at the jewelry counter(still in probationary). I had to be cleaning something, cataloging something, or helping someone cosntantly because there was always something. Lots of busy work.

We were slow so i was zipping around trying to get as much done as possible so i could focus when the customers started coming in.

The way the counter was set up if you were cleaning anything you had to have your back turned the the counter and the register area was in your periphery on your right. I had been turning around routinely to make sure i wasn’t accidentally ignoring anyone. Then out of no where i heard stage whispers to my left. Some of the guys at the register had my back and were gesturing behind me.

A man and his wife had come up and seemed to be looking intently but hadn’t asked for help. So i turned around and started to apologize and ask if they were looking for anything in particular. Apparently stuttering out of nervousness was the wrong thing to do.

Before i can finish this guy starts mocking me.

“Oh you’re sorry? Sorry, S-s-sorry?” His wife is looking at me sympathetically and trying to get her husband to be polite.

The wife tells me they are looking for a wedding band for him, yellow gold, something simple. He had lost his after he had put it aside to be repaired (they were probably early 50s so not unusual to lose or need a repair).

So i start showing them rings, trying to get a good idea of their price range etc. We had a store policy that if you were not the jewelry manager or a store manager you could only have one to two pieces of jewelry on the counter at a time when showing customers. It was to try and prevent theft. You could make the judgement call if it was a slow day (oh boy was it)to take take out a tray if needed but i was trying to avoid that since i was the only one at counter and everyone but our manager had gone on break at this point.

So at first im trying to show them rings one or two at a time and the husband gets frustrated with me because apparently indicating which band he wants to see instead of just saying “the yellow one” was too difficult.

His wife, gods bless her, was a peach but he just couldn’t be placated so i took the main tray of mens bands and put them on the counter.

This whole time im showing them rings, answering his wife’s questions about our layaway plan and other inventory. Her husband keeps grumbling about how its all too expensive especially for a pawn store.

Like dude the merchandise isn’t blood stained and jewelry doesn’t really deppriciate in value, for what it is, it is reasonably priced. Not to mention he was looking at some of the heaviest weighted solid yellow gold in the store so yeah its gonna be pricier than a gold plated band.

All i can really do is give him my lowest allowed price or ask if he’d like me to ask our jewelry manager(also the store manager) if she’d Be willing to go lower. Once inventory has been sitting a while, even jewelry, sometimes it would need repricing via the manager (on probation you are only allowed to price silver and watches)and this is typically the situation that would necessitate that.

So i ask them if they’d like my manager’s offer on several different rings.
Everytime his wife starts to say yes and he cuts her off and snaps at me about how i shouldn’t be assuming they can’t afford it.

I wanna say “Really? You are the one complaining about expense. I’m not assuming you can’t afford it, I am trying to find a piece you will like for a price you like based on your input.” But i just kept smiling.

After some more of this the husband seems to quiet down and grow some manners, at which point the wife goes off to look at our laptops, and ask the front about a camera.

I go to put back the main tray of mens bands and bring out the smaller tray, as the husband had asked to seek something else. Then he starts gesturing to me, flipping his hands. Im unsure as to what he wants, at this point he grabs my hand.

Im freaking out internally cause i don’t like to be touched but im doing the customer service grin and asking the husband if he likes my rings and wants to see our silver section.

This is where it gets good.

He keeps turning my hand over looking at my palm and the back, not actually speaking or inspecting my rings. Then he asks me:

“How do you get all these rings on and off when your fingers are so fucking fat?”

Now as i was probationary, i didn’t want to try to kick anyone out. It reflects poorly on you to be new and not able to handle problem customers.

So i looked him dead in the eyes and said “like this” and i slid all my rings on and off one by one.

Now one of the guys had come back on shift and he was heading toward me to ask a question when he heard this whole thing. Before he could intervene the husband grumbled swore at me and walked away, apparently unhappy that his tactics hadn’t made me cry. He made a beeline toward his wife and started to bug her about leaving the store. I made sure to tell him to have a great day loud and clear and i never saw the asshole again.

TLDR:worked in a pawnshop, my first customer was a rude dickbiscuit who mocked me when i stuttered, got mad when i tried to accommodate him, and got pissy when his crack about my weight didn’t phase me.

The 5 Dangerous Symptoms of a High school Crush-

Request: Hey I love your blog could you do a request of Rodrick having a crush on the reader, and she to him. Could it be fluffy, have some jealousy, and him checking her out at one point?

Warnings: Jealousy [be gone]..if someone gets that I will love you forever

{Disclaimer} Gif is not mine

Rodrick Heffley was quite…confident in himself when it came to approaching a lady he was interested in. He knew it, his closest friends knew it, even Greg knew it. Unfortunately for Rodrick, that all changed when you came along. His palms would start to sweat and he’d stutter uncontrollably in your presence. But who could blame him? After all, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)  just so happened to be his very first real crush. Having a crush, on you, his first one, in high school, did I mention this is his first crush? Either way, one thing’s certain- it comes with a price. A huge price. Symptoms.

Symptom #1: Checking them out without even noticing it. 

It was a bright Monday morning and Rodrick was dreading the week to come. Nothing could change that.

 “And then I asked if she could perform at my cousin’s wedding and she actually said yes!” 

Correction: Only one thing could change his pitiful week into a joyful one- you. Hearing your sweet voice for five days a week seemed to be his only motivation to not skip his classes. Even if you weren’t directly talking to him, it was enough. Rodrick couldn’t help but admire how cute you looked in your frisky outfit consisting of shiny pastel pink flats, a floral dress and a jean jacket. He wondered if-

“Rod, dude! Earth to Rodrick?” One of his friends asked, snapping in front of his face. Before Rodrick could react another one of his friends responds. “Maybe he was daydreaming about that girl again, what’s her name? Was it-” “W-what? No, I’m trying to figure out the songs we need to practice for rehearsal today!” This was not good. Others were catching onto his little secret. 

Symptom #2: Thinking everything they do is fascinating.

“Come get this weeks school paper! Our front-page headline: Does the Cafeteria Diet-Pop Actually Respect the Guidelines of a Diet?” you loudly say. To him, your voice overpowered every conversation occurring in the hall.

“Don’t you think this is cool? Students from our own school are smart enough actually write this stuff!” he states enthusiastically to his band-mate. “Weren’t you the one who said it was the dorkiest-” “Yeah that was before their stories actually got interesting.” Rodrick interrupts. “But you only read the stories written by that girl in our English class.” “Jeremy, there are plenty of girls in that class. Be specific.” he says, rolling his eyes. “You know, the one who always raises her hand to answer stuff, she’s-” Rodrick zones out of the conversation as he stares at you recite the school cheer routine perfectly. At least to him it was perfect.

“Oh wait, now I remember her name. It’s (Y/N), she writes the articles you read. I think she’s the girl you’ve been stalking for the past few months, right?” “I don’t stalk her! She just happens to be in the way of my view all the time.”

Symptom #3: You overthink a lot. And I mean A LOT.

“Woah! Sorry, did i hurt your head?” you softly ask. “W-wha-n-no I-um you-my head-” “He’s fine.” Jeremy intercedes.You smile and within the blink of an eye, you disappear. “Dude, keep your calm!” he tells Rodrick. “Yeah, I just you know-” “Sure. Just don’t do it again. It’s not cool.”

He looked like a fool. No doubt about it. What if you thought he was a creep and left so quickly because you got scared? What if you never talk to him again? It was all his fault. He just had to be looking at his phone when you two were about to crash into each other. Did you sniff his shirt? He hoped so. He chose a clean one in case you sat next to him in History class. Impressions are very important to women-according to Greg’s diary-so he wanted to make a good one around you. But what if you thought the material was too rough? Were you as picky as his mom?

“Rod, you were like staring at the same spot on the wall for 5 minutes, you good? Maybe we should call band practice off for today..”

Symptom #4: You’d do anything and everything to get their attention.

As you walked past Rodrick’s lunch table to your own, he couldn’t help but want to make you glance over at his direction for at least a second. For once in his life, he wanted to be noticed. 

“Ben, Al, I was thinking. Me, you and Rod go to that haunted house event this Saturday. It ’s not like we have any gigs-” Rodrick payed no attention to Jeremy’s words. He needed to make a move and quick. He didn’t want you to walk out the cafeteria room without getting even a single look from you.  “Actually, we do have a gig,” Rodrick interrupts, “They want us at some flash mob or whatever to promote how Rock is considered a source of relaxation and can positively impact the lives of teens in this generation.” Hopefully that sounded smart. “What does that even mean?” Al questions. “Who knows and who cares. How much are they willing to pay us?” Ben asks. “Rod? You with us?” Score! He actually got you to listen in on their conversation. Maybe telling that small fib wasn’t such a bad thing after all. “Rodrick! How much mula will they give us?” Al yells as he kicks Rodrick’s chair. 

 “Huh? Oh, they um-they-” Think Rodrick. Think. “Excuse me, I don’t mean to intrude. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop and I was just curious-are you guys going to perform at a flash mob? Like as a band?” Your shy voice breaks Rodrick away from his thoughts. “That’s the plan. Why do you ask?” Jeremy responds. “Well I was just wondering if you could take on another job. You see, my cousin is having a wedding next Saturday and our entertainment for the night bailed out on us. I’d be so grateful if you accepted but if you don’t that’s fine too! Of course i’d pay you good money and- ” “What kind of audience are we playing for? Löded Diper only plays for people who can really understand the colors of our music” Ben states. Suddenly, a bunch of snaps of agreement and praises are heard from his friends “Preach.” “That’s some deep stuff man.” All Rodrick wanted to do was bury himself in a deep hole to rid himself of such an embarrassing situation. Before you could walk out the cafeteria doors he stops you by grabbing your wrist.

  “Look, i’m honestly so sorry you had to deal with that. My band can be kind of sensitive when it comes to our music but we would be glad to play at your cousin’s wedding.” The blush on your cheeks seemed to only get stronger as he spoke to you. He knew you were embarrassed after the little conversation you had with his friends but why would you blush around him? Maybe the temperature was too high for your liking.  “No, no it’s fine. They’re passionate about music and that’s cool. any chance does your band happen to play heavy metal? My cousin is what many consider a metalhead.” He smiles wide, “I think your cousin and my band could get along pretty well.” Your eyes light up, “Thank you so much! You have no idea how much this means to me!” Oh dear, he could say the same to you. 

Symptom #5: Your jealousy is not so discreet.

It was the day of your cousin’s wedding and Rodrick couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You were simply the most beautiful girl in the room, from the sparkle of your doe eyes to the shimmer of your royal blue dress. Once the band finished playing he quickly went looking for you. Rodrick was determined to dance with you at least once tonight. 

“Oh (Y/N), there you are!” he says, “I was wondering, since the band is on break right now..” Her hair is quite pretty styled that way.. “Rodrick are you okay?”   “Huh? Oh-um-i-would you like to dance with me?” Your eyes widen in surprise as you nod, failing to conceal the pink dusting on your cheeks. “I-i’d love to dance with you.” And so you danced, for quite a long time. The band decided to let you and Rodrick have your moment and played their songs without a drummer. Unfortunately, one of the guests-quite a young one might I add-asked you to dance. You being the polite young lady you are, chose not to decline.

What you failed to notice was Rodrick’s envious glare. He detested seeing you in another man’s arms, he needed to break the two of you apart somehow.  “Psst! Little girl, if you do me a favor I’ll give you a dollar.” He whispers. “Make it ten.”  “Five, that’s the highest i’m going.”  “Deal.”  “Go tell that guy over there that you saw a rat and you need some rescuing.”  “But isn’t that lying?”  “Do you want your five bucks or not kid?” He demands. Instantly, the child runs off to the man, tugging onto his tux coat. Rodrick takes the opportunity to reunite with you by kissing the back of your hand.  “May I have one last dance before my band packs up to leave?” He asks sweetly, you giggle in response. “It would be my pleasure.”

  After the band packed up, it was time for Rodrick to go back home, much to your dismay.  “T-thanks again for doing this for me. I really appreciate it.” You say while blushing. Rodrick softly smiles, “It was nothing. We had a lot of fun actually.”  “W-well umm, I was wondering if after tonight, we could maybe..hang out?” Rodrick couldn’t help himself, your cute stuttering and soft blush was too overwhelming for him, so without a second thought he softly kissed your cheek. “Yeah, i’d like that.” 

A/N: I hope this was good enough for you! I feel like there wasn’t enough fluff but I’m trying! If anyone has any other requests ask away :)

Kombat kids reactions to babalities.

Johnny Cage

Cassie: Oh my god! Is that how I got those baby sunglasses?!

Jacqui: *laughs* aww that is adorable!

Takeda: *snickers* I’m surprised he doesn’t have a sticker with his name on his chest.

Jin: Of course he’d be still signing autographs.

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This is Part Eight in “Together”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader x Jared
Words:  1056

Read “Needy”
Read “Deserving”
Read “Loving”
Read “Vacation”
Read “Try”
Read “Remember”
Read “Telling”

A/N: After “Together” and “Our Girl” are finished, I will no longer be doing poly stories.

         You were sitting in your chair on set, messing around on your phone when you felt hands on your shoulders. You knew they were Jensen’s without even looking.

           He brought his mouth to your ear, “Have I told you today how beautiful I think you are?” he asked.

           You giggled, “You mentioned it when we woke up,” you said.

           “Well, then it’s been too long. You are absolutely gorgeous.”

           You rolled your eyes, “Thank you, J.”

           “What?” he asked.

           “You’re just funny,” you said.

           “You don’t agree with me?” he asked, walking around to stand in front of you, “Are you disagreeing with my statement?”

           “Of course not,” you shook your head.

           Jensen kissed you softly, “I love you. And you really are gorgeous.”

           “I love you too. You’re not so bad yourself.”

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anonymous asked:

TC was turned up yesterday and his digs at GG were hilarious but it showed that they noticed GG was being BA so it's like the cast had to keep reminding him "dude, you're not on set" lol. The looks, the touches, even the GG/CP interview GG was moving in closer and just all in her space lol. It was cute and I'm glad to see they still get along.

Yeah that was all Garry at SDCC yesterday lol. 


Smack!  “I never wanna see your face again! Ugh.”  She turned around and stormed out of the club.

Ben was left with his hand rubbing his left cheek, “Oh that’s gonna bruise.”  He turned in his bar stool to look at his friend.

“You are a scoundrel, Ben Solo.” Phasma threw her hands in the air in exasperation.

“What is that? The fifth one in that many weeks?” Hux glided in front of them placing a shot glass with red liquid in front of him.

Ben eyed the drink suspiciously. It’s not like Hux was a bad mixologist. He is great actually but he tends to experiment a lot. And Ben was his favorite test subject. He loves his friend to the moon and back but he really didn’t want to destroy his kidneys just to please him. He pushed the drink away with his pinky finger before looking up. Hux had his arms crossed on his chest and gave him a disapproving look.

“Sixth actually, but who’s counting?” Then he turned around and looked at Phasma, “I am a scoundrel, it’s in my blood.” He winked and gave her his best crooked smile, that he knew he inherited from his dad.

Phasma rolled her eyes before downing her own drink, and said something under her breath that sounded like fucking Solos. Ben couldn’t help but laugh. Phasma was his dad’s, the famous country singer Han Solo’s, agent and PR manager. Let’s just say his dad didn’t make it easy for her.

“Did you know these girls go around and tell their friends to stay away from my club, because, wait for it…we have a sexual predator prowling about?” Hux snorted.

Now it was time for Ben to look exasperated. “What? They need to learn the definition of sexual predator. These girls are so dramatic. And you wonder why I can’t keep one around. Sexual predator, really ? Now that’s a first.”

“But you are ruining my club’s reputation all the same,” Hux said, pushing the drink towards him again.

Ben took it and downed it in one go. Bad decision! “Dude, lay off on the sweet stuff. Ugh, what was that?”

“It’s my new pomegranate shot,” Hux said proudly. “Phas, likes it. Don’t you Phas?”

“Yeah, it’s okay,” Phasma said.  She was clearly distracted, typing away on her phone.

“Come on, Phas, put the phone down. You came out to have fun.” Ben turned to his friend.

“I’m sorry, Solo, but not everyone was born into a musical dynasty, or can be an award winning composer, or has an inheritance to their name to live a completely hedonistic life,” Phasma said putting her phone down.

Ben huffed. “I do not live a hedonistic life. I work really hard. And I enjoy sex. But I don’t see myself committed to any one of these… girls. And trust me they’re getting what they want out of it. I don’t see anyone complaining when I’m pleasuring them.  Why can’t they just take it as it is? Two adults getting what they want from each other. No strings attached. And trust me I never try to give them any illusions of commitment when we hit off.” He finished his speech just to see his friends shaking their heads at him.

Ben rolled his eyes at them. He went back to what he was doing before Laurel, or was it Lizzy , rudely interrupted him, scanning the club scene. The DJ was quite good today and he made a mental note to let Hux know that. There was a leggy blonde across the bar, who has been eyeing him, and a gorgeous red head on his 5.  He noticed her when he turned to talk to Lizzy, yes her name was Lizzy, his mind finally supplied. He wanted to wait a little before approaching her so he ordered another drink. He needed to wash down the horrible taste Hux’s drink left behind.

Ben was downing his fourth shot of the night when Phasma suddenly said, “Hey who is that with Dameron and Finn?”

Hux shrugged, “Dunno, maybe a friend?” and went back to cleaning the glass in his hands.

Ben turned around, bringing his glass to his lips and to see who they were talking about. He almost fell off his stool, choking on his drink.

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