Blake: (holding a basketball awkwardly) There's no way I can make this.
Yang: (takes of warmup jacket, revealing a tank top underneath) I'll tell you what. If you make the shot, I'll leave you alone for the rest of the school year.
Blake: (cocks eyebrow) And if I miss?
Yang: Not a thing.
Blake: Alright. Bet.
Yang: (snorts) Blake, leave the slang to the pros.
Blake: (lines up and shoots the ball)
Ball swooshes into the net.
Blake: Oh my God! I did it! Haha! Yang, did you see that?!
Yang: (trying not to be sad) Way to go, Blake! You did it! Guess I'll have to make good on that promise.
Blake: (fidgets with her fingers) ......Actually, I think it might have missed.
Yang: (blinks) What? Blake, are you kidding? That was nothing but net.
Blake: (walks up to Yang and places her hands on her shoulders) Yang, I didn't see it go in.
Yang: (blushes) O-Oh! Um.... guess I didn't either.
Blake: Now you're getting it. (Pushes up on her tiptoes and gives Yang a kiss)
https://64.media.tumblr.com/ce23d50baeeaef003d3f89727ac450c1/6378d4a54ddbdc80-03/s1280x1920/1996d501f88963f99d4e1b2cc546601b02f0b9b1.jpg why is this the cutest goddamn thing 😭
photos of elvis and animals, purest genre, softest thing on this chaotic earth, heals my weary heart
The party was in full swing. Drinks had been flowing all night helping even the shyest of guests find the courage to join the dance floor and more than one couple had snuck away into the night, giggling from the heady combination of too much champagne and the romance of the day.
The cool night air was a welcome relief after the heat under the marquee, the music and laughter giving way to chirping crickets as he moved across the garden. When he turned back to the party, he could see Victoire dancing with Harry, her bare feet resting on top of his shoes while they shuffled around the dance floor. She beamed up at him, giggling when Harry lifted their joined hands for her to spin under.
‘Remember when you used to dance like that with me?’
Turning, he found Ginny making her way back from the house. Her hair was falling out of the complicated style Fleur had swept it into that morning, and her white dress shone in the moonlight. Bill wrapped his arm around her shoulder, tucking her against his side like he’d always done.
‘When you were four and Mum read you that book–’
‘The Twelve Dancing Princesses.’ She said.
‘That’s it.’
She’d spent weeks dancing around the Burrow, wearing the crown Charlie made her out of an old container, covered in bright ribbons that Dad had charmed to change colour. Trying to convince each of her brothers to be her prince with the invisibility cloak who followed her to the ball to dance the night away.
Bill had spent countless hours letting her stand on his toes, twirling her around to make her giggle. His ‘invisibility cloak’, a blanket that normally lived on the back of the couch, tied around his neck.
And here they were at her wedding. Bill couldn’t be happier for her, after everything she and Harry had been through, here they were, building their lives together. He could hardly believe that the elegant woman beside him was the same little girl with wild hair and eternally scraped knees.
Where had the time gone?
‘Come on,’ he said, turning and holding his hand out to her, ‘let’s go show them how it’s really done.’
Ginny laughed happily and placed her hand in his with a mischievous look just like the one she always had when she was little. ‘Let’s do it.’
I've had this headcanon for a looong time, mostly because I have a fairytale book that was given to me when I was five, and my favourite story, The Twelve Dancing Princesses, had an invisibility cloak and a dark-haired hero. So of course I decided that it was also Ginny's favourite fairytale.
Not sure how familiar you are with the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse series. In a special called The Great Clubhouse Hunt, Willie (sleeping) was given a binky and was happily pacified by it (until he is woken up and angrily spits it out). Would Billy have the same unconscious reaction to one? XD
I'm aware of a LOT of "Billy-ish" moments from Willie in Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, but somehow I didn't catch that one. XD
For the sake of it just being ridiculously funny and cute...I'm gonna say yes. But he'd also have the same reaction once he wakes up. He's not a baby, dang it! He's a fierce and awesome ogre, FEAR HIM! >8(
...Or be his friend. That works too. :3
(...Also, he is totally baby. <3 )
Blood mingled with water in the bathroom sink as (Y/N) washed her hands from another successful kill the tall assassin demoness looking at herself in the mirror. Sapphire skin on slender human-like features, slightly darker iridescent scales situated around her eyes to her temples, two large sets of horns sprouted from her head; one set resembling a ram with a straight pair that went through the centers of them, fangs and a pair of cats shaped black eyes with crimson pupils. (Y/N) ran a clawed hand down her long silver braid flipping it over her shoulder just before a pair of hands came to rest upon her hips. Turning around the demoness looked down slightly to see her impish lover standing there with a smirking grin upon his face.
Striker was fondly looking up at his mate as she cupped his face in her hands pulling the pale imp into a gentle kiss made slightly more difficult by the protrusion of her baby belly. (Y/N) gingerly pushed past Striker into the main of the dingy motel room to finish putting away her equipment from the current job when a sharp pain ran through her abdomen causing the demoness to buckle over slightly with a groan. Striker noticed immediately his mate’s distress immediately hurrying to her side just as she felt dampness run down her thighs.
“Striker…my water just broke…I’m going into labor,” The demoness stated as he reached her
“What? Shit! We’re miles from the nearest hospital even on bombproof it’d take at least a two-day ride,” Striker concluded as a pensive expression settled on his features.
“I know, I’m going to have to have the baby here,” (Y/N) also concluded, despite Striker’s stoic look she could sense him tense at this revelation, yet he still guided her to the bed. (Y/N) stripped off the clothing from her lower half then settled under the sheets despite this being her first child for whatever reason she was felt at ease almost as if she’d done this a hundred times…instinct perhaps? Lilith’s blessing? Whatever the reason she accepted it.
“We never shoulda taken this job, not with you so far along,” Striker stated and (Y/N) could see on his face that the imp was blaming himself for them being in the middle of nowhere.
“Hush love…we both knew I’d work up to the moment of birth…it’s my nature…as it is yours. This is as much my fault as yours,” (Y/N) reassured him, caressing a hand over his cheek as the pale imp sat on the edge of the bed gently pressing a cool cloth to the nape of her neck.
“Hmm, what do Ya need me ta do?” Striker inquired
“Just be here…for now,” (Y/N) answered gently pulling him close till their foreheads tapped, her eyes closing as she revealed in the presence of her mate.
…
After several hours the early dawn was starting to break over the horizon along with (Y/N)’s pained groans. Striker had positioned himself near the foot of the bed with a towel in hand as (Y/N) pushed, waiting for their child to be born. Fear racked Striker’s core every time (Y/N) cried out, every moment the baby wasn’t there yet he feared losing either his mate or child…or both yet through it all (Y/N) remained calm and concentrated as her instincts guided her through the process. (Y/N) instructed Striker on what to do as the baby began to arrive and moments later a small shrill cry rang out in the motel room as Striker wrapped his newborn son in the towel. (Y/N) laid back in exhaustion as Striker brought their newborn around, gently handing him to her and for the first time since they’d met (Y/N) watched the most loving, gentle expression spread across Striker’s face.
“We’re going to need a name,” (Y/N) prompted after a couple moments holding their son. The baby boy had a pale blue complexion with scales running along his temples, pure white little strands of hair were visible upon his head along with a pair of horns that followed the precise curve of his skull from forehead to just above the base of his neck.
“Yes, we never did talk about one,” Striker realized as he simple sat admiring his new son.
“A strong demonic name perhaps…like (B/N).” (Y/N) suggested gingerly rocking her bundle of joy.
“That sounds perfect…(B/N).” Striker repeated the name, caressing a hand over the little one’s horns.
The happy couple sat together simply enjoying their new arrival while (Y/N) recovered from the birth which was made swifter by her demonic blood. A couple days later they left the motel with their new bundle and Striker couldn’t be happier in his entire life.
This is a tribute to all the Hawks and Midoriya fics I have read, though the specific one here would be ‘A Boy And His Hawks’ by Monkeygirl77. I would highly recommend said fic btw, it’s not that long, but I really liked it. (Also completely platonic in case you were wondering-)