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Honesty Hour

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Style: One-Shot


Warnings: Language, some angst, and implications of sex. But really this is just pure hilarity in a fake world where all these adorable man!heroes are your best friends.

Word Count: 3K

Summary: It’s your turn to host Friendsgiving, and all your closest friends are attending – Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, and of course, Tom Hiddleston. After a whole lot of booze, the conversation steers into the boys asking your ‘FMK’ (Fuck, Marry, Kill) opinions - which leads to honesty hour with Tom.

A/N: OK so writing five people is hard af and that’s why this is so freaking long, but if you bear with me through this I think you’ll actually LOL at several parts of this little drabble. :) Anon, I hope this does you justice! Gif isn’t mine!

Originally posted by arianalilyblack

You’re not sure why, or how, really, but for the second year in a row you’d agreed to it. You’d be hosting “Friendsgiving”, and in only a few minutes everyone would be arriving.

“Fuck me.” You mumble to yourself, fighting to get butter and pepper all over the outside of the turkey.

“Oh come on now, Doll. You gotta play a little harder to get than that.”

Chris’s voice made you jump.

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~College!au Pen Pal Hoseok~PART TWELVE

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Clicking your phone off without hesitation, you grabbed the sweater nearest to you and raced out the door of your dorm. Oh god, what did Smiley get himself into?

It hadn’t occurred to you was that he was probably in the building you were heading to now. You were unintentionally going to meet your pen pal and you didn’t know whether it was the best or worst time to. 

Without bothering to grab the ice Smiley, man, it was hard to keep calling him that when you wanted to know his real name, requested, you ran out of the building.

The walk to Mark’s building was a short one but it became even shorter with your quick pace. You walked into the lounge, your head whipping around for any sign of your boyfriend.

You froze when your eyes caught sight with him. He was looking at another boy, anger raging through his eyes. You noticed the purple bruise forming just under his eye and gasped. 

“What the hell is going on?” You approached them, your eyes widened with shock.

“What?” Hoseok’s eye twitched slightly, looking slowly back toward “Jackson”.

“Uh, did you hear me? I said his name isn’t Jackson! It’s Mark. Mark Tuan,” Y/F/N crossed her arms.

“Mark Tuan?” Hoseok kept clenching and unclenching his jaw. What the fuck was wrong with this guy?

“Babe,” Mark whined quietly, hanging his head down. 

“Uh, you’re Mark? This entire time you were telling me about your ‘friend’ and it’s you?” 

“Well yeah. I didn’t trust you and I don’t know you. Calculus? I don’t even take that class. Plus, you’re a pretty shit liar. You had other intentions and I was planning,” Mark’s eyes went to Y/F/N’s, flashing her a disappointed look, “on finding them out. But no, that plan was ruined.”

“Are you blaming me?” His girlfriend–Hell, can Hoseok even call her that? He was sure as hell she wasn’t his Gumdrop–accused.

“Well, no. I’m just saying the plan would’ve worked if you kept your mouth shut for a few more minutes.”

“Excuse me?”

“Hey!” Hoseok cut in, already done with the bullshit going on around him. The two snapped their eyes toward Hoseok who was fuming in anger. 

“You wanna know my intentions, buddy? It was to talk to you about your girlfriend,” When Mark’s eyes trailed to the girl standing beside him, Hoseok smiled sarcastically. “No, you’re other one.”

“How the fuck do you know about that?” Mark took a step toward Hoseok.

“Maybe because I’ve been talking to her for the past few months about her dick of a boyfriend.”

“Hey, watch it,” Mark warned, sternly. Hoseok chuckled humorlessly. 

“No, you watch it. I wanted to have a simple conversation with you about how you’re treating your girlfriend like shit but seeing you here, hanging out with you here, with another girl? Damn, that definitely gives me the perfect reason to punch you in the face. I refrained from doing it earlier because she was so convinced you changed but if she found out this is what you’ve been doing? She’ll be crushed!” Hoseok’s fist clenched.

“She won’t find out.”

“Oh yeah? How would she not? She has me to tell her doesn’t she?”

“Pfft–Like you’d tell her. You’re probably that kind of friend who cares too much about her emotional state to just break her like that. As long as she’s happy, you’re happy right?” Mark challenged.


Mark staggered back, his hand clutching his cheek. 

“I might care about my–this girl’s happiness a lot but I’m sure as hell more loyal and not as deceiving as you are,” Hoseok spat, his brain internally screaming since his fist was in pain. The next thing he did was text you. 

And here you were, witnessing the aftermath.

HEHEHEH HEY FAM! I was gone for a few days (oooooops) I like this chapter a lottttt tbh so give it some love pls (only if you want to ofc)

Part Thirteen?👀

I’m so sorry this took so long!! I’ve written and rewritten this many times but i finally decided that what i have is good enough. Sorry for any mistakes- NOT BETA’D!!!!!!!!!

pairing: reddie (main) and stenbrough (side, but mentioned a lot) (SURPRISE) 

warnings: none? just some college boys pining, being stupid, and making out 

word count: 1,352


it’s half timing and the other half’s luck

“For the last time, Bill, I am not going on a blind date.” Eddie huffs and looks up from a book he’s reading. Bill pulls it out of his hands.

“C-C’mon. You can d-double with Stan and I.”

“No, absolutely not.”

“He-He’s exactly your type, E-Eddie.” Bill argues, “He’s Stan’s roommate, d-does that make it better?”

Eddie taps his chin, pretending to think. “Hm. No.. Now can I have my book back now? Please”

Bill groans and throws it at his chest.

Eddie sighs and continues to read, curious to why his friend and his boyfriend are so suddenly interested in setting him up with someone. He doesn’t dwell on it. No, not when he’s got a book in his hands that has the greatest love story of all time in it.

“B-By the way, Twilight sucks.”

“Fuck you. No, it doesn’t, Bill. You’re just jealous because you wish Stan would come watch you in your sleep.”

“Richie, c’mon, why won’t you go on the double date?” Stan puts a hand in his hair, groaning.

“I don’t want to meet up with someone I don’t know, Stanley.”

“You won’t be alone! Me and Bill will be there! Hence the term, double date. It’ll be fun.”

Richie looks up at his friend’s pleading eyes. “I totally would but I have my eyes on a cutie in my English class.”

“You’ve never even talked to him.”

“We’re soulmates, Stan. He doesn’t know it yet.”

Stan sighs, “Whatever, Richard. But when you go missing on the love of your life, don’t come crying to Bill and me.”

“If I say yes, will you stop harassing me?”

“Yes,” Stan is grinning widely.

“Then yes.”

“Richie said he would go on the date.” Stan tells his boyfriend. They’re sitting in a booth at their favorite cafe.

Bill nudges his ankle, “Fuck. Well, now there’s a slight problem.”

“What is it?”

“Eddie didn’t agree. I swear, t-that boy is the most stubborn person I’ve ever met. A-And it sucks! Because Richie is t-totally his type.” Bill makes a face and entwines his fingers with his boyfriend’s. “What now?”

“Well I say we ignore Eddie’s protest and I’ll bring Richie here to this amazing cafe, and we’ll have that double date.”

Bill laughs, “That’s a great plan.”

“Isn’t it?” Stan rubs his finger over Bill’s knuckles. Bill smiles in agreement.

In the morning, Richie makes sure he looks his best. He really doesn’t want to go on this blind date tonight, and maybe, just maybe, if he can talk to the cute boy from his English class, he won’t have to.


“Alright, I want everyone to split up into pairs. You’re going to be writing a two-thousand word essay together about poetry.”

A collective groan errupts through the room.

“You can bounce ideas off of one another! It should be a piece of cake,” Richie’s professor seems genuinely excited about this but he has never wanted to drop out more.

Suddenly, he’s being tapped on the shoulder. He turns around and it’s cute boy staring right at him.

“Uh, hey.. I’m Eddie.. D’you wanna be partners?”


“Yeah, sure. M’Richie.”


“Wait- wait,” Eddie puts a hand on Richie’s shoulder, laughing. Richie feels like he’s burning at the touch.

“You- you walked in on your friend and his boyfriend using your bedpost as a dildo?” Eddie has tears in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Richie laughs, “I guess desperate times calls for desperate measures? Although, I did buy a new bed frame that night. My bank account hated me for weeks but I would have hated myself even more if I kept it and continued to sleep with the evidence right in front of my face.”

Eddie throws his head back and laughs. Richie doesn’t think it was that funny, but he also doesn’t think he’s seen anyone ever so beautiful so he doesn’t say anything.

Richie opens his mouth to talk again, but their professor cuts him off again, “Alright, everyone. Class dismissed. I expect this essay handed in by next Thursday- no lates accepted!”

“Wow, uh.. We got nothing done, did we?” Eddie giggles and Richie really wants to kiss him.

“I guess not..”

“Well, hey, my roommate and his boyfriend are going out tonight, why don’t you come over and we can tackle it then?” Eddie’s tone is hopeful.

“I can’t, I’m going on a date tonight.” Richie wants to kick himself. Why the fuck did he say that? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Oh, alright.. Well, We can discuss something in class tomorrow, then?”

Richie nods, “Yeah, that sounds good.” He watches Eddie wave and walk out of the classroom. He swallows down the affection that balled up in his throat, packing up his things, before leaving as well. He sighs, knowing that now he’ll never have a chance with Eddie.

“C’mon, Richie. Bill and his roommate are waiting for us. We’re going to be late.” Stan purses his lips before groaning. “Get up, Richie.”

“No, I ruined my chances.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Cute boy from English! We really hit it off today and he invited me over so we could work on our essay, but I told him I was going on a date.” Richie shoves his face in a pillow.

Stan sighs, “Maybe this means you two aren’t meant to be then. This date could be good for you.”

Richie looks up, sadly. “Fine.” He is not happy about this. “But I am not happy about this.”

“That’s.. Fair.”

Richie stands up, straightening his shirt, glaring at his friend when he sprays cologne all over him.

“It’s going to be fun,” Stan smiles. Richie puts a fake one on his face to please him.

“Bill, I really don’t think this is a good idea. I thought I told you no anyways?! Why don’t you listen to me, like, ever?”

“C-Can you please shut up? T-They’re going to be here s-soon.”

Eddie narrows his eyes, “Fine.  But I am not happy about this.” He slumps in the booth and crosses his arms.

Eddie’s feelings about it change when he hears the bell go off up front, and mere seconds later, Bill’s boyfriend, and Richie from English Class are standing in front of him.

“Mind if we join you guys?” Stan smiles and leans down to quickly kiss Bill.

“Eddie, t-this is Stan’s r-roommate, Richie,” Bill says.

Stan is about to introduce Richie on his part, but the two are already staring at one another.

“You,” They say in unison.

“Are.. Are we missing something here?” Stan looks at Bill, who shrugs.

“Stan, this is the cute boy in my english class, the one I’ve been talking about.” Richie tells him, but his eyes never leave Eddie’s.

“Oh my god.”

“W-Well on that note, we’ll be back.. Gonna get some m-menues..” Bill and Stan stand up, watching their friends as they walk away.

“You didn’t tell me that you had a date tonight, too.” Richie finally sits down next to the smaller boy.

“Yeah, I wasn’t too thrilled about it, if I’m being honest. Bill kept me in the dark about pretty much everything. But I wouldn’t have been so against it if I knew it was you.. Kinda have had a crush on you since the beginning of the semester..” Eddie wraps his fingers around Richie’s wrist, drawing him in closer.

Richie grins, “I wasn’t too thrilled either, just said yes to get Stan off of my dick. But, now.. I’m feeling quite the opposite..” He ducks his head in towards Eddie’s, licking his lips.



And, well, that’s all there’s left to say before Eddie drags him down by his neck, pressing his lips hard against Richie’s.

Soon enough, Richie has one knee on the booth’s seat and a foot placed on the ground, tongue shoved down his throat, and a hand sneaking up Eddie’s shirt.

When Bill and Stan return to see this, they simultaneously agree to leave.

Richie and Eddie leave not long after, but only because they were kicked out.

They go to Richie’s shitty pickup truck and continue what they started.

hope this is what you wanted!!! i had a lot of fun writing this!!!

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You looked at sweet pea, eyes wide, he was still working on your neck.

“Good job joining the serpents. Your parents must be very proud” She drawled.

“What do you want?”

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pairing: steve harrington x reader
warnings: emotional distress

requesti saw you were looking for steve harrington requests. both my grandfather and my brother are in the hospital and i feel like i’m losing my mind. could you do something comforting/fluffy with a scenario like that? i’d really appreciate it.
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anonymous asked:

9 logicality

9.  When baking chocolate chip cookies (Different Ways To Say I Love You)

While Patton was known for being terrible at grilling, he was actually quite good at baking. It happened to actually be one of his favorite hobbies.

Especially since that’s one of the things he almost always does with Logan.

Not many would expect the normally stoic trait to be fond of something usually considered an art, but as Logan likes to say; “Cooking and baking are more like a science than an art. You have your reactants and your product is something edible, hopefully. You have instructions you need to follow,  but if you wish you can experiment, and while you may have a hypothesis on how things will go, you won’t know until you get the results of the experiment.” (Logan never was one to keep things short)

So yes, Patton loved baking with his Sherlock.

Another little known fact is that Logan had a huge sweet tooth. To the point where they had to be careful of Logan eating the ingredients while baking (Especially when they used Crofters to make thumbprint cookies- Patton will never again make the mistake of leaving Logan alone with that Jelly)

Sweets made Logan happy and baking them made them both happy, it had actually become a trend for them to make something simple together when the other was feeling down.

This is actually what happened one day when Patton was feeling down. He had been in a sad mood for most of the day, then he heard a knock on his door.

He sighed and did his best to put on a smile, though you could still see sadness in his eyes.

He opened the door and saw Logan standing there.

“Hey Logan. What brings you to my humble room?”

“I heard you were melancholy today. I thought it would be in your best interest to ji me in making chocolate chip cookies as it seems to quote on quote “lighten the mood.”

Patton chuckled slightly. “It sounds like fun Logan.”

The logical side seemed satisfied by this answer and two made their way to the kitchen and began to bake.

After they were done, Patton couldn’t help the happy feeling in his chest and the smile on his face.

“Thanks for cheering me up Lo.”

‘It was no problem Patton, baking is fun for me as well,”

Patton smiled, it was always a nice feeling to do something with someone you love, especially if it was a sweet way of them knowing that they loved each other.

“It is for me too Logan, it is for me too.”

A/N: I didn’t know how to end this, whoops. Hopefully you enjoyed nonetheless!

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“Oh my god.. here? Really? Are you sure?” For the sentence prompt thing

“Oh my god… here? Really? Are you sure?”

Sebastian grabbed Ciel’s hand, lacing his fingers in between the small digits and peering down into the clear blue eyes. They were red and watery, and Ciel nodded erratically.

“Yeah,” he wheezed. Sebastian tightened his grip and pulled Ciel closer to him.

“Okay, let’s get you out of here.” Ciel was having an asthma attack. Sebastian needed to find someplace quiet to sit him down so he could relax and be evaluated. Sebastian didn’t even ask; he picked Ciel up and held him like a bride, an arm under his legs and one supporting his back as he took off on his long legs to find a secluded area to settle Ciel in.

“Are you okay?” He asked as Ciel hacked into his hand, body trembling in his grasp with each cough.

“Mmn-mm,” Ciel mumbled, and shook his head. Sebastian quickly set him down on a nearby bench and sat him up straight, trying to keep the breath flowing through his constricted airways. Ciel was shaking, wheezing softly on each breath in and out.

“Where’s your inhaler? Your medication?”

“It’s–it’s in the car,” Ciel managed.

“I’ll run and get it, can you wait here? Will you be okay?”

“No,” Ciel said. “Just stay here… I’ll be fine.”

Sebastian grimaced, unconvinced. Still, he stayed right by Ciel, squatting before him on the bench, stroking his hands as he watched his face for any signs of cyanosis on his lips.

“Just breathe…” He urged, kissing Ciel’s fingers. “I’m right here; you’re gonna be okay.”

“If I could ‘just breathe’ I wouldn’t be in this mess, dumbass,” Ciel wheezed and Sebastian smiled, because he knew then that it wasn’t a serious attack.

“I know, I’m a dumbass,” he smiled. “But I’m pretty sure I’m your dumbass.” Ciel smiled in response and coughed again. “Do you need anything? What can I do?” Sebastian asked.

“Kiss me,” Ciel said, surprising him.

“What – really?”


“Okay…” Sebastian rolled onto his knees, settling himself between Ciel’s legs and gently touching his face. He pulled himself up to meet his lips, brushing softly over them before pressing them together, immediately hungry for Ciel’s taste. Ciel would not let him go, his hands curled in Sebastian’s grasp, legs squeezing around his middle. Sebastian had to pull away because he was scared Ciel couldn’t breathe, and he asked him.

“Yes, I can breathe. I’m gonna be okay,” Ciel answered, pulling one hand free and pulling on the drawstring of Sebastian’s black hoodie. “Keep going,” he said.

With a quick glance, Sebastian saw that there was no one in the immediate vicinity, and he quickly hopped onto the bench beside Ciel and pulled him onto his lap. “You are incorrigible,” he said as he tilted Ciel’s chin down. They kissed for a long while, until Ciel’s lips were red and his breathing back to normal.

“You make me feel safe,” Ciel told him, sneaking a kiss to the front of Sebastian’s neck.

“That’s not the only thing I make you feel evidently…” Sebastian could feel Ciel’s length stiffening in his pants, the minute wriggling of his hips on top of him a dead giveaway to his heated state.

“Shut up,” Ciel said, face turning red to match his lips. “If you weren’t such a good kisser I wouldn’t get like this.”

“I take it you’re feeling okay now?” Sebastian asked, a hand creeping along Ciel’s thigh. Ciel nodded. “Can you make it back to the car?” He nodded again. “Okay,” Sebastian said, “I’ll carry you anyway.”

With a mild protest from Ciel, Sebastian lifted him up once again, holding his small frame to his chest. “Oh calm down,” he said. “I’m gonna carry you now so you can save your energy. You’re going to need it once we get home and I fuck you so hard you have another asthma attack.”


“Sorry,” Sebastian said, enduring a light punch from Ciel. “You’re just irresistible when you look like that…”

“When I look like what?! Weak and wheezy and on the brink of death?”

“Oh stop, you weren’t dying. I don’t know what it is, but when I see you like that, and you’re clinging to me with your face red and you can’t catch your breath… I don’t know, I can’t help myself. I want to completely destroy you.”

“You’re sick, you know that?”

“So are you. Who’s the one that’s hard right now?”

“Probably both of us.”

“Hmm. Well, you’re not wrong.”

“I hate you,” Ciel laughed, looping his arms around Sebastian’s neck. He flicked his tongue along his ear and blew into it before whispering, “Hurry up and get home, then. I want you inside me so badly that I might really die this time.”

Sebastian had to stop walking so he could kiss that prim little mouth and stop it from whispering any more dirty things in his ear. He didn’t think he could walk any faster if his pants got any tighter. “As you wish.”

EXO Reaction - You Singing ‘Save Me’ By Nicki Minaj After A Bad Argument While Crying

Hey thanks for the request and I hope you like it! <3


Xiumin - *He’d think of ways how to handle this situation without making matters worse, as he’d sit by you and put his hand on your thigh and a small smile appeared on his face to reassure you that you two are okay* I love you, I love your singing, but not when you’re singing a song like that and crying, but, it’s beautiful, like you princess

Lay - *He’d slowly break down into tears, he opened the door after listening until it got too much for him, coming up and hugging you from behind, telling you he’s never gonna leave you alone and he loves you*

Kai - *He’d stop and look at you, with his heart breaking into a million pieces, holding the teddy bear and chocolates as he finally walks towards you, scaring you as he put the teddy on your lap, and putting the chocolates next to you. He’d slowly try to touch you as you’d flinch away before getting up and throwing yourself in his arms, as he wraps his arms around you, kissing your forehead and whispered that he was sorry into your ear* 

Suho - *Sensitive boyfriend would break just from hearing you singing the song, and the lyrics would worry him as he walks in to find you crying, he’d let his tears fall, as he slowly approaches you, he picks you off the floor to hug you tightly, he wasn’t going to ever walk out again, if he knew you’d get like this, and he couldn’t let you be this hurt again*

Kyungsoo - *He’d ignore everything else, and slowly walk in, and will try hold back tears as he walks up behind you, and puts a hand on your shoulder* Don’t give up princess, I’m so sorry. I love you

Tao - *He’d instantly stop you from singing by playing his hand over your mouth, with tears streaming down his face. He wouldn’t let you go, he needed so much reassurance that you were going to be okay now, and that you two are still okay as well, because he’d honestly be lost without you*

Chen - *He’s stubborn as hell when it comes to arguments, and will not let you go until you’ve both sorted it out, but this time as it was that bad, he had to walk out to calm down. When he came back, he realised his mistake as he heard you when he walked in. His heart fell to the bottom of his stomach, making him feel sick as he regrets walking out, and rushed to you, scared that you were going to do something stupid, pulling you into the biggest hug he could ever possibly give you, he would try make it for it as much as possible*

Kris - *You’d go to walk away from him as he walks into the living room, you tried hiding the fact you were crying, but he’d lightly grab your arm, pulling you close to him and he’ll put both arms around your waist* You’re not walking away from me, we’re sorting this out because you, my baby is upset, and I can’t have you upset because of me

Chanyeol - *He’d walk in and his smile would drop, as he mentally beats himself for making you like this, as he’d walk over to you and engulf you into his arms from behind, squeezing tighter. He’d kiss the top of your head as he’ll let you finish crying before talking about it with you*

Baekhyun - *The puppy would actually start to break as he could hear it in your voice that you were broken, and he’d run over to you and put a finger to your lips as he hugs you gently, running his fingers through your hair as he starts crying* Y/N, I can’t explain how sorry I am, but please, don’t give up, I’m sorry

Sehun - *Noticing the way you were actually made him realise that he can be really harsh at times, as he calls you from outside the door, letting himself in to turn you to face him, he takes your hand and kisses it* Baby girl, it’s okay, I’m sorry.

Luhan - *He’d drop the whole ‘manly’ act and trying to act like he’s the bigger person it’ll actually break him hearing this as well as you crying. He’d come in, crouch down before you, wipe your tears away and pull you into a hug, and will genuinely apologise*


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anonymous asked:

hey could i request a wanna one reaction to them finding out their gf isnt rlly... delicate... like eg when her hairtie is stuck in her hair she wont rlly slowly untangle it but just rip that part out HAHA thanks!!

Jisung, Minhyun, Daniel, Jihoon, Jinyoung, Daehwi are gonna be slightly shocked as they see you rip some of your hair out as well without any expression on your face. “Are you… ok?” When you tell them is just that your hairtie was stuck in your bun, they would nod, their mouth still wide open. 

Sungwoon, Seongwoo, Jaehwan, Woojin, Guan Lin are gonna laugh when they see you rip the hairtie from your messy morning hair. “I would ask you if you need any help, but I see you got everything under control here, so I’m just gonna stay here and laugh at you”. They would find it funny nonetheless, make a couple of jokes and would probably make a mental note not to get you angry too often. 


member: kang daniel 
genre(s): angst
summary: apodictic. (adj) - clearly established, beyond dispute. there are just some things in life that you can’t always deny, no matter how much you try. (requested - paragraphed)
word count: 958

note: a requested scenario made by an anon! thank you for requesting and i apologise if it isn’t as long as the other content that i’ve made but hey, quality over quantity right? heheh. idek if it’s good quality but i still hope you like it!! oh and thank you for all the follows, likes and reblogs of all my work over the course of,,, well since the blog started really heheh thank you so much!

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Logan x reader with 2 ? please?

Characters: Reader x Logan Howlett

Warnings: swearing

Prompts: “I’m sorry, you said what to your teacher?”

Word Count: 382

A/N: sadijaisda at the time i’m writing this i’m gonna see Justice League in like 2 hours i’m! so! hyped!


“Hey, you’re not getting away that easily from me, missy.” you quickly reached out to grab your daughter’s backpack as she passed, and she grumpily turned around to face you, dramatically crossing her arms. You suppressed a smile – she really did take after her dad. “I got a call from school today.”

“It wasn’t my fault!” your daughter pouted as you crouched in front of her. She stomped her food as she said, “I don’t like the teacher.”

“I don’t care.” you put your hands on her shoulders, and she tried to shrug you off. From behind her, your husband, Logan, entered the room and leaned on the doorway. He smirked, amused, as you rolled your eyes at him and focused on your daughter. “That’s no excuse to be rude.” 

“The teacher said my homework was wrong.” your daughter whined, and you smiled. “But it wasn’t wrong!” 

“Well, it must’ve been.” you laughed. Looking up at Logan, you asked, “Did you check her math last night? I didn’t have time.”

“Do you really think I checked her homework?” Logan raised an eyebrow, and you scoffed. 

“God, you’re useless.” you teased, and Logan chuckled as he picked up your daughter and perched her on his shoulder. She squealed in delight, and you folded your arms across your chest, shaking your head. Your daughter always favored Logan over you – mainly because he let her do whatever she wanted. 

“What exactly did you say to the teacher?” you tickled your daughter’s stomach, and she laughed as wrapped her arms around Logan’s head, trying not to fall off.

“I told the teacher to fuck off.” your daughter replied, and your jaw dropped as Logan guffawed. 

“I’m sorry, you said what to your teacher?” you gaped, and your daughter flashed you an innocent smile. 

“I heard daddy say that to someone the other day.” she continued, and you turned to glare at Logan.

“Logan!” you exclaimed, smacking his chest as he continued to laugh. Your struggled to maintain a serious expression as you added, “That’s not funny.”

“Come on, babe.” Logan wrapped an arm around you as he pulled you closer to him, his other arm securely around your daughter. “It is kinda funny.”

Rolling your eyes, you relented, “Fine. But you can’t ever say that again!” 

anonymous asked:

miya, thank you so much for sharing your knowledge with us, i have a question about aspects-does having a lot of oppositions imply a more difficult life and a lot of conjunctions the opposite?

Hey anon! You’re very welcome, thank you for taking the time to read my ramblings. :) Many oppositions do imply in having many hardships thrown at your face, yeah. And conjunctions aren’t always benefic, you have to check the nature of the planets (are they both dry or is one drier than the other therefore changing the nature of the other, are they both in good or ok signs for them or is one stronger than the other, which one is the biggest and what is its nature, huge etc). Any conjunction with the Sun means trouble, for example. Different kinds of trouble, but still trouble. Sextiles and trines are the only benefic ones, I’m afraid.

anonymous asked:

198 erasermic (sorry if this is weird but could aizawa be the one dying i’m a sucker for hurt!eraserhead >_< )

“Dying is a lot more painful than I thought it would be.” Shouta choked out, blood running down his chest and caking his uniform.

“Don’t you dare say that!” Hizashi shouted before trying to control himself and his quirk. “Don’t you dare say that.”

“Hey, sunshine, Hizashi.” Shouta had a semblance of a smile on his face, and it broke Hizashi’s heart and soul to see that beautiful smile on his dying husband.

“Don’t talk like these are going to be your last words.” Hizashi started crying. “We’re going to get you to Recovery Girl, and you’re going to be fine, you hear me? You’re going to be okay. And I’m going to yell at you for being a dumbass, and you’re going to yell at the kids for being idiots, and everything is going to go back to the way it always is, okay? Okay, Shouta?”

“Hizashi, my sunshine, I love you,” Shouta said, and Hizashi was full on sobbing now.

“I love you, too, Shouta. I love you, I love you, I love you, my love, my heart, my beautiful night sky. So, please, please, Shouta, I’m begging you. Please don’t die.”

But Shouta never responded.

Some of the most iconic quotes from Ragnarok

You’re lucky i have really good memory.

-”Now you might be wondering, why i, Thor the god of thunder ended up here” 

-”Hold on, let me just circle back around- i thought we were really connecting just then” 

-”BEHOLD- my stuff”

-”I named this one Des and this one Troy. Together they are destroy” 

-*upon seeing Loki’s statue* “what the-” 

-”Hello Father.” “Oh shit”

-”I present Thor, prince of-” “No no no, you had one job.” 

-”I swear i left him right here” “Right here on the sidewalk or in that nursing home that’s being demolished?

-”I don’t know, i’m not a witch” “No? Why do you dress like one then?” 

-”I can’t believe you’re alive, i saw you die, i mourned for you!” “Im honored?” 


-”you think you’re some kind of sorcerer? Don’t you think for a second you second rate-” 

-”Kneel” “I beg your pardon?” 

-”she’s the, It starts with a b” “trash” 

-”I don’t see thunder, but i do see sparkles!” 

-”Oh do you know each other?” “I’ve never met this man in my life” 

-”He’s my brother!” “Adopted.” 

-”aw now he’s threatening me” 


-*being dragged away* “AGH LOKI”

-”It sounds like you had a very intimate relationship with your hammer, so much that losing it was comparable to losing a loved one” “that’s a nice way of putting it” 


-”Oh and Loki, Loki’s alive! Loki, look who it is!” “I have to get off this planet” 

-”YES, THAT’S HOW IT FEELS!” “Sorry i’m just a fan of the sport” 

-”What’s the team called?” “the uh.. revengers” 

-”i want revenge, you want revenge, and you uh..” “I’m.. undecided” 

-”Surprise!” “OW!” 


-”THE SUNS GETTING LOW THE SUNS GETTING LOW” “Would you stop that?!” -”You’ve been on other planets before!” “yeah! one!” “Well, now it’s two”

-”wait you’re just using me to get to the hulk. That’s gross” 

-”Just give me twelve hours” “i can do it in 2″ “…I can do it in one” 

-”Were going through there” “the devils anus?” 

-”We might as well be strangers now, two sons of the crown set adrift” “I thought you didn’t want to talk about it” “…Heres the thing” 

-”Loki, i thought the world of you, but lets face it, our paths diverged a long time ago”

-*holding back tears* “yeah, maybe it’s for the best if we never see each other again”  

-”Hey, lets do get help” “what?” “Get help” “No, that’s humiliating” 

-”Do you have any other ideas?” “No” “were doing it.” 

-”Help my brother’s dying, get help!” *Flings loki at enemies* “HELP HIM” 

-”It’s a luxury ship, like for orgies and stuff” “did she just say this ship was used for orgies” “yeah, don’t touch anything” 


-”This looks like a gun” *fireworks and loud music erupt from spaceship* 

-”In return, i wish to be granted safe passage through the anus” 

-”You know i don’t like that word” “What? mainframe?” “What? why would you think-? Slaves!” “Oh sorry sir, prisoners with jobs” 


-”But man, you’re really the worst” 

-”Who are you? Thor, god of hammers?” 

-”I saw you coming” “Of course you did” 

-”You’re late” 

-”Hit her with your thunder!” “I just hit her with the biggest thunder bolt in the history of thunder and it didn’t do anything!” 


-”Asgard is not a place, it’s a people” 

-”Oh Miek’s dead, i stomped on him and felt bad so i’ve kind of just been holding him all day”  

-”It suits you” “I might hug you if you were here” “I’m here” 

-”Do you think it’s a good idea to go back to earth?” “Of course, the people there love me!” “…Do you think its a good idea to bring ME back to earth?” 

Here’s the translation for the Makoto & Haru Side Story from the Free! Take Your Marks pamphlet, leading up to when Makoto and Haru arrive in Tokyo via the overnight bus. This also explains how Haru got his driver’s license. Enjoy~

Free! Take Your Marks Pamphlet: Side Stories
Makoto & Haru

Makoto: I hope we can find a nice apartment for you, Haru.

Haru: It’s the first time I’ve been on an overnight bus.

Makoto: Yeah. When I got my acceptance letter, I came to Tokyo with my dad via the shinkansen (bullet train). Fufu, I’m looking forward to the bus trip, Haru.

Haru: Yeah, oh by the way, congrats on your acceptance, Makoto.

Makoto: Thank you, Haru! It was pretty tough. After our competition I was just studying every single day.

Haru: English was the hardest at the end, right?

Makoto: Yeah, I just can’t seem to get the hang of English. I always think Rin’s amazing [since he can speak it].

Haru: Yeah, that’s true.

Makoto: Oh by the way, aren’t you taking driving lessons along with Rin?

Haru: Yeah, he cajoled me into taking it withi him.

Makoto: Haha, that’s very Rin-like. So, is driving hard?

Haru: Not really if you get used to it.

Makoto: I see, that’s awesome. So you both have your driver’s licenses now. I need to get mine too…

Haru: ……

Makoto: Eh, wait, Haru. What’s that face?

Haru: It’s nothing.

Makoto: That’s not true! You’re making the kind of face that seems like you’re saying that I wouldn’t be able to pass the driving test.

Haru: Not at all. Although, if you do get your license, we should borrow a rental car and drive back to Iwatobi together.

Makoto: Eh, really? Then I’ll try my best!

Haru: Well…on second thought, I’ll drive.

Makoto: Hey wait, what do you mean? C’mon Haru~~!!

steve harrington x reader • cold coffee

Summary: Waking up next to Steve is something that you can get used to.

Word Count: 1600+

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, some language.

Notes: I started writing something angsty and got sad so I wrote this to make myself feel better. Idk man, idk. It got longer than I wanted?? and off topic?? I just love these kids and i love Steve Harrington.

Requests are OPEN!

Originally posted by cameronxboyce

Dating Steve Harrington came with a lot of surprises. The whole Upside Down thing, oddly enough, wasn’t one of them; you’d stumbled into that whole mess before you’d even met him, thanks to your insatiable curiosity and tendency to nose around places you really had no business being in. No, the oddities that Steve brought to your life were much more mundane, and all the more surprising for that.

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Je T’aime, Mon Cher Eddie

For @time-for-tozier who came up with this idea, I hope you like it!!

Eddie watched as the clock’s minute hand moved towards the number 12, making a ticking noise as it wet round. He was so fixated that he jumped when the bell rang, the cue for people around him to pack up and leave the room.

He slammed his yellow note book shut and shoved it, and his pencil, into his backpack, before running out of the classroom to meet up with the other losers.

He sprinted down the hallways, bumping into several people and nearly tripping twice, before he reached the door. He swung the door open and walked to the bike rack around the side of the school.

“Hey Eddie,” Ben called to him as he walked over.

“Hey guys,” Eddie took in the positions of his friends. Mike was sat on the ground, fiddling with his bike, it kept breaking. Ben was sat on a bench about a meter away from the bike rack, a book resting open on his lap. Beverly was sitting on her bike seat, hands already gripping the handlebars as if she was in a hurry to go. Bill and Stan were stood next to each other, however, Eddie noticed, much too close to be considered normal. And Richie, well, he was being his usual self. He was hung upside down on one the metal bannister of a nearby stair case, dark hair brushing the ground.

“Eds! You finally arrived!” Richie near shouted bouncing his way back over to the group. “Can we go now?”

The losers collectively rolled their eyes and grabbed their bikes, climbing on and cycling towards the woods.

Their was a field there that they had claimed as their new hangout. It was completely secluded and surrounded by trees. In the spring, the ground was covered in daisies, Richie loved it, and prided himself on making “the best daisy chains in Derry”. In the Summer and Autumn, the grass was green and soft. And in the Winter, the Loser’s decided to just hand out at each other’s houses instead, with the careful avoidance of the Tozier, Marsh and Kaspbrak residences.

They were all laying on the grass. Beverly had her head resting on Ben’s lap as he sat cross legged playing with her hair. Stan and Bill were laying shoulder to shoulder, Mike was spread out like a starfish, and Richie was resting his head on Eddie’s stomach.

They were peaceful.

“Richie, I couldn’t help but to notice that you were in my French class this morning.” Bev spoke up, breaking the silence.

She knew there had to be a reason behind his sudden appearance in the class. She knew that she took it so that one day, when she was old enough, she could move to France and never look back. She knew that Stan’s parents wanted him to focus more on his religion. She knew that Ben was already fluent in the language and didn’t need to take a class. She knew that Bill found it too hard because of his stutter. She knew that Mike and Eddie simply didn’t want to take the subject, seeing no reason for it.

So what was Richie’s reason?

“You take French?” Eddie chuckled, sitting up. “Since when?”

“Well, obviously since this morning dipshit. I already know how to say some stuff. Such as,” Richie cleared his throat. “Ta mère aime ça dans le cul.”

Bev’s head shot up. “Beep Beep Richie.”

“W-what did he say?” Bill asked.

“Do you really want me to tell you?” Bev whined. The rest of the group, bar Richie and Ben, nodded. She sighed. “He said “your mother likes it up the ass.”

Groans of “Richie”, and “really?” We passed around as Richie smirked.

“Hey Rich? Do you know anything that’s not rude?” Eddie asked.

“Umm yeah,” Richie replied. “Eddie, tu as de beaux yeux.” (You have beautiful eyes)

“What does that mean?”

“Ahh, my dear Eddie Spaghetti, that is a secret.”

“Don’t call me that. Bev? Can you tell me what he said?” Eddie asked Beverly, who was staring at Richie with a strange look on her face. She stared for a few more moments before turning to Eddie.

“Sorry Eddie, I don’t know what he said.”


The next morning Richie bounced into school with too much energy for 7am on a Tuesday.

“Good morning, mes petits choux.” He smiled, leaning his chin on Eddie’s head.

“Richie, if I may ask, why did you just call us ‘your little cabbages’?” Ben questioned.

“I did it because I felt like it.” Just then the bell rang for class.

“Um, Richie? Can I talk you you for a sec? In private?” Beverly asked. Richie nodded, he loved the girl like family, they both dealt with similar issues in their home lives. “Do you like Eddie? You know, as in like him?”

Richie blushed. “No, where did you get that idea?”

“You’re always hugging him, you never stop staring at him, and yesterday you told him, in French, that he had beautiful eyes.”

“You said you didn’t understand what I said!”

“Well I lied, I guessed that you didn’t really want me to tell him, otherwise you would have simply said it in English.” She sighed. “Richie, what’s the real reason you started taking French class? You know I’m not going to judge you.”

Richie sighed. “I’ve been dealing with so much at home and then I come to school and he,” Richie leant back against the wall. “He makes me feel safe, and, I dunno, loved I guess? I just wanted a way to tell him how I feel and explain what’s happening at home. But it was way too painful to say it all in English, so I thought it’d be easier to tell him in another language.”

“Oh, Richie.” Beverly wrapped him in a hug. “That’s so sweet.” Richie gave her a half smile, and they began walking to their first class, which happened to be French.


Eddie was just dozing off when he hears the taps at his window. At first he was scared that it was a leper, or a murderer, but he was assured it wasn’t when someone spoke up from behind the glass and curtains.

“Eddie? You awake?” Eddie pushed he covers off and got out of bed, he walked over to the window and opened the curtains.

The person at his window was Richie.

“C-can I come in?” Eddie could see the tears making their way steadily down Richie’s cheeks. He pushed the window open as quietly as he could and Richie clambered in.

“Rich, are you okay? What happened?” Instead of the answer Eddie knew he wasn’t going to get, Richie clutched him in a hug, openly sobbing.

Eddie guided Richie over to his bed and lates him down so that Richie’s head was resting above his heart. He never got answers, but he knew how to calm his best friend down. He liked listening to Eddie’s heartbeat, to confirm he wasn’t alone, and he like it when Eddie ran his fingers through his hair.

That’s exactly what Eddie was doing when Richie stopped crying and mumbled something.

“I’m sorry? I didn’t catch that.”

“Je t'aime. S’il te plaît, ne me quitte jamais.” (I love you. Please never leave me.)

Richie fell asleep soon after that, Eddie had no idea what the sleeping boy had said to him.

Over the next few months, Richie refused to stop talking in French whilst around Eddie. Beverly noticed he would constantly be blushing whenever Richie spoke the foreign words, in a thick accent. All of the Losers agreed that it was The only good impression Richie Tozier had ever done. During these months, Bev had to put up with Richie’s constant pining for Eddie.

She would always catch him calling Eddie a ‘magnifique petit tournesol’ (gorgeous little sunflower) or telling Eddie that he ‘avait l'air si mignon dans ce pull’ (looked so cute in that sweater’. He even said ‘Mon Amour.’ (My love) a few times

She was fed up of it. She knew without a doubt that Eddie had the same feelings towards Richie. So, during their 5th period geography class, Bev gave Richie a stern talking to.

“You need to tell him.”


“Eddie! You need to tell him how you feel! I’m like 99% sure he reciprocates your feelings.”

“Yes Bev, but what about the 1% hmm?” Beverly rolled her eyes, they spent the rest of the lesson in silence.

A few weeks passed and Richie and Eddie found themselves alone at Loser’s Meadow, as the gang had dubbed it, watching the sun set.

“Eddie, I’m about to ramble in French and you just need to listen, you don’t need to understand.”

Eddie furrowed his brow. “Oh, okay.” He secretly loved it when Richie spoke French, however, he’d never admit it.

“Vous ne comprenez pas un mot que je dis en ce moment, et honnêtement? Je pense que c'est une bonne chose.

(You don’t understand a word im saying right now, and honestly? I think thats a good thing.)

J'avais besoin d'un moyen de pouvoir te dire ce que je ressens sans que tu me détestes.

(I needed a way to be able to tell you how i feel without you hating me.)

Parce que je sais que tu ne m'aimes pas en retour. Qui pourrait m'aimer de retour? Je suis un morceau de merde sans valeur.

(Because I know you don’t love me back. Who could love me back? I’m a worthless piece of shit.)

Vous voyez, vous n'avez absolument aucune idée de ce que je dis. En ce moment, tes joues sont d'un rouge vif avec combien tu rougis, et ton sourire n'a jamais été aussi beau.

(See, you have absolutely no idea what I’m saying. Right now, your cheeks are bright red with how much you’re blushing, and your smile has never been more beautiful.)

Tant que je continue à sourire et à parler, ce regard restera sur votre visage. Je ne veux jamais que tu arrêtes de sourire.

(As long as I keep smiling and talking, that look will stay on your face. I never want you to stop smiling.)

Ok, maintenant pour la vraie merde.

(Okay, now for the real shit.)

Eddie Kaspbrak, je t'aime depuis que nous avons neuf ans. Vous avez toujours été mon refuge, pour les nuits où il n'est pas sûr de rentrer à la maison, ou j'en ai fini avec le monde.

(Eddie Kaspbrak, I have loved you since we were 9 years old. You have always been my safe haven, for nights when it isn’t safe to go home, or I’m just done with the world.)

Vous êtes la seule personne à qui je fais confiance. Sauf ça. C'est la seule chose que vous ne saurez jamais, parce que je sais que vous ne ressentirez jamais la même chose.

(You are the one person I trust everything to. Except this. This is the one thing that you’ll never know, because I know you’ll never feel the same.)

Je t'aime Eddie Kaspbrak, je t'aime.

(I love you Eddie Kaspbrak, I love you.)”

Eddie giggled. “What the hell did you just say?”

“Oh, um, just a very detailed description of your mom’s vagina. I can retell it in English if you’d like?”

“Beep beep Richie.” Eddie said whilst laughing, as Richie sat admiring him, a wistful expression on his face.

A few days later saw Richie climbing into Eddie’s window at 3am with a bust lip and a black eye and tears streaming down his cheeks.

Without having to ask, Eddie pulled him into his bed and wrapped his arms around the crying boy. Richie wouldn’t stop muttering something in French until he fell asleep.

“Je t'aime.” Eddie made himself a promise that he’d look those words up as soon as the library was open tomorrow.

As soon as Richie left the next morning, Eddie pulled on a Red sweatshirt, one of Richie’s that he’d left behind years ago, and some shorts. He ran out of the house, making sure to kiss his mother goodbye before he left, and raced to the library.

He walked in and asked the receptionist to point him towards the ‘languages’ section.

He grabbed himself the first French dictionary he could find and flipped straight to the ‘T’ chapter, he already knew that ‘Je’ mean ‘I’.

Eddie gasped when he read the meaning. He dropped the book, causing a loud thud, and ran straight for the exit. He clambered back onto his bike and sped down the streets. He knew where Richie would be. The out of use highway bridge. He would always go there on a Saturday to smoke, listen to The Smiths and get away from his Parents.

Eddie threw his bike down as soon as he arrived, taking a puff from his asthma inhaler. “Richie?” He called out.

“Eddie?” He looked up to see Richie sat on the bridge’s ledge, feet swinging backwards and forwards. Eddie began to run up the hill towards the dark haired boy, whilst said boy stumbled down towards him. They met halfway.

“Eds, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be babysitting your mother or something.”

“Je t'aime aussi.” Eddie stated, not even bothering to tell Richie off for calling him Eds.

“What?” Richie looked unsure of what he’d just heard.

“Je t’aime aussi.” Eddie took a breath. “I love you too.”

Richie wasted no time in pulling Eddie in by his waist, connecting their lips. Eddie fisted his hands in the collar of Richie’s shirt. They pulled away a few moments later, in need of air, and rested their foreheads together.

This felt right. This felt like home.