i was right in front of him

Richie Tozier hasn’t spoken a word to anybody since he came to Derry in the middle of the school year. Until he talks to Eddie Kaspbrak.

Previous chapters: Chapter one. Chapter two. Chapter three. Chapter four. Chapter fiveChapter six.


Chapter seven.

It is two days to Christmas. Richie lies and Eddie doesn’t know why. Richie disappears and Eddie doesn’t know where to—and Eddie would call but Richie’s only got Eddie’s phone number, not the other way around. It has been days without word from Richie, and all Eddie can do is hope he is okay. Passing by the big brown house is enough, Eddie supposes; when he is walking down the street he stares up toward the second story window, the one from which music erupts. And Eddie just knows. Richie plays bass from his bedroom in the big brown house. He wants to separate himself, for whatever reason, doesn’t want to talk to Eddie, or hang out.

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Pregame Personality AU (NDRV3) part 2

Part 1

Hey hey ! Here’s finally the part 2 for my Pregame Personality AU ! It’ll be about the murders, the victims and their killer. It’s only going to be about that for the moment, so it only resumes the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th chapters. Here we go !

(WARNING !! : Major spoilers from NDRV3)

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Season’s Eatings {A Nessian Thanksgiving Oneshot}

Well, friends, sorry that this is so late! I got stuck at family shindigs later than I expected to and the wine was free flowing. So this was written half drunk. (I’m not even sorry.)

Shoutout to @nerdperson524 for guessing correctly! It is Nessian centered. But come on, are y’all even shocked at this point? You all know I’m Nessian trash.

With out further ado, please enjoy!

Originally posted by fluorize


Peeking into the oven for the 10th time in 5 minutes, Nesta groaned and slammed the door. She threw the oven mitts onto the counter and rested her forehead against the fridge. This was not supposed to be this hard.

When Nesta and Cassian moved into their house just before Halloween, she informed everyone that she would be in charge of Thanksgiving dinner this year. As the day grew closer, and Feyre, Elain and the rest of the group offered to bring different dishes and desserts, Nesta was adamant that she could handle it and the only thing they needed to bring were themselves and their appetites. The tree was up, the decorations were hung, and the outside of the house was twinkling with Christmas lights everywhere you looked.

But ever since she started cooking at 7:00 this morning, one thing after another had gone wrong. She accidentally used baking soda in place of powder in in the cornbread and it looked like a frisbee. The cranberry sauce looked more like a pan full of blood. And now the pecan pie she’d put in the oven over an hour and a half ago was still a bubbling vat of goop, not the delicious, golden-brown delicacy she’d seen her mother bake when she was a child.

She glanced at the clock and gasped, running out to the garage. She opened the fridge where the turkey had been brining since last night and pulled it out, balancing it in her arms and bumping the door closed with her hip. As she made it back up the couple of steps to the back door, she saw the door had clicked shut, where she thought she had left it cracked. Carefully resting the pan and bird on the door, she let go to reach for the doorknob.

The next few seconds happened in slow motion and Nesta was powerless to stop any of it.

When she reached for the knob, her arm tipped the pan, pouring the brining liquid down the front of her t-shirt and jeans. She gasped and jumped back, jostling the bird and then the unthinkable happened: the turkey hit the garage floor, where it bounced and clattered across the floor. It was still frozen solid.

She fell to her knees and screamed, all of her frustration and stress coming out as she gripped her hair.

The door flew open and Cassian appeared in the doorway, still wearing his Velaris Police Department uniform. His hand was instinctively reaching for his gun as he said, “Whats happening? Nesta, baby, what’s wrong?” His eyes were shooting around the dusty garage, looking for an assailant or something that caused his fiancée to be on her knees, with tears streaming down her face. When his eyes landed on the uncooked turkey next to his police cruiser, he tried not to laugh. He really did.

As his booming laughter filled the small room, he kneeled down and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

“It’s not funny,” she groaned into his shoulder.

“It kind of is,” he said, leaning back to wipe the tears from her face. He grabbed the empty pan, stood, walked over and leaned down to pick the bird up.

“Uh, Nes,” he said. “You know this thing is-?”

“Yes, I know it’s still frozen, Cassian!” She screamed, burying her face in her hands. “Everyone will be here in two hours.” She paused and the words were so quiet, he barely caught them. “I ruined everyone’s Thanksgiving.”

Leaving the turkey where it was, he stood Nesta up and wrapped her in his arms. “You did not ruin Thanksgiving. I’ll take care of it. You just go upstairs, put on that beautiful green dress that I know you’ve been saving for today, and leave your hair down.” He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose after she looked up at him. “You know I love it when you leave your hair down.”

With that, he ran out of the garage and left without another word. She heard the front door open and close and she just stood there, staring after him.

Taking his advice, she went upstairs, hopping in the shower, and got ready. He was right, she had been saving the green dress for this occasion and she decided to wear her hair down, letting it curl around the open neckline. She spent extra time perfecting her make up and by the time she opened their bedroom door, voices were floating up the stairs and she knew their guests had arrived. She fought back the urge to slam the door shut and stay in her room for the rest of the night, but instead, she took to the stairs, head held high. She would own up to her mistake. This was all on her.

She would serve her salty green beans, lumpy mashed potatoes, and burnt sweet potato casserole. She’d give them goopy, undercooked pecan pie and flat cornbread. And next year, she would do better. Next year, she would plan better. Next year, she might even swallow her pride and accept help.

But as she descended the stairs, she was met by the most amazing array of smells; savory, sweet and delicious.

She saw Lucien was sitting on the couch with a red-haired woman, his arm slung over her shoulder. They each had a beer in hand and Lucien nodded at her in greeting. She heard Elain and Feyre’s voices bustling around in the kitchen, her kitchen, as if they owned the place. Steeling herself, she walked into the kitchen and ready to see her sisters.

“Nesta, by the cauldron, everything looks amazing!”

She was caught off guard as Feyre through her arms around her neck. An arm wrapped around her waist and her hand rested on her back. Feyre’s growing belly was pressing against her own stomach. “It- it does?” She asked, steadying herself.

“Of course!” Elain beamed, taking a sip from her glass of wine. “I never expected you to make such a spread.”

Nesta felt a groomed eyebrow quirk and glanced over Elain’s shoulder to the dining room.

There was a feast fit for a king spread out on her dining room table.

She tried to hide her shock, but her sisters knew her too well. “What is it?” Feyre asked as she leaned back and got a good look at Nesta’s wide eyes.

“I don’t- How did- I didn’t-.”

Two strong arms wrapped around her waist. “I set the table for her while she was getting ready. She hasn’t seen it with the full effect yet.”

Feyre’s eyes filled with tears as she looked from Cassian to Nesta. “That is so sweet,” she whispered, sniffling.

Rhysand stepped around Cassian and groaned. “These damn pregnancy hormones. Did you know that last night, she cried during a Black Friday commercial?” He pressed a kiss to his wife’s forehead and laid a tender hand on her growing belly.

Azriel wrapped an arm around Elain’s waist and said “It’s getting awfully chummy in here and I’m starving. Why don’t we sit down and start eating?”

Cass flung a hand out towards the dining room and said, “I like how you think, brother. Lead the way.”

As everyone headed into the dining room, Nesta said, “We’ll be right there,” and gripped Cassian by the wrist.

After the room had emptied, she turned to him and laid her hands on his shoulders. “How?” was all she asked.

“Rita’s brother owns a meat and three. She owed me a favor after I personally ran security for her Halloween party last month. She convinced him to help us out.”

Nesta was speechless, so instead of saying anything, she kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him tightly. Breaking away, she whispered, “Thank you.”

“Next year,” he whispered, “maybe take the bird out of the freezer a few days before, yeah?”

She smacked his chest and blushed.

But she wouldn’t worry about next year. She was going to focus on this year, on the friends and family that were piled into her home. On the love and happiness she could practically see radiating out of the dining room. Who cares if she hadn’t cooked the entire meal herself.

There was always next year.

BTS reaction: Their child running on stage when they are preforming

Jin: For the fans it was a cute when a curly hair girl ran up to jin on stage during a performance, it was a cute when his kissed the girl on the cheek and held her in his arms, it was confusing then a black woman came from the crowds to retrieve the girl and it was a fucking shocker when jin announced after the song “That was my Wife and Daughter Everyone, And I Love Them!! MMMWWWAAHHH” 

Yoongi: When yoongi’s daughter came out from the backstage, the staff was all chasing the girl to get her back. Even when they did catch her, she never stopped giggling and sending hearts to her dad until she got backstage. To which yoongi happily sent back those hearts until he couldn’t see her anymore. 

Namjoon: After having to record their performance twice because your son kept coming out onto the stage to hug his daddy you had to wait in the cafe of the venue. Once recording was done, Namjoon made sure to come see you and his little boy before you left “DAADDDYYYY” you son say while running to his daddy “ AYYYEEE SOOON” Namjoon screams right back absolutely happy to see his son. 

Hoseok: Hoseok’s son was trying to get to his daddy throughout the whole event but you kept a strong hold on the little boy. Fighting through all his whining and crying to just see his daddy. It wasn’t until you had to use the bathroom and ask the coordinators to watch your son that he finally got his chance to get on stage. The last song, the very last song of the day featuring Jhopes cute little son. Hoseok spent the entire time dancing with his son in his arms. After the concert you were still in the back on a wild hunt for your son while hoseok talk with him right on stage “where is your mommy little man?” he asked “she went to the potty and I escaped hahaha” 

Jimin: One second he was dancing to some choreo, the next he sees his daughter trying her damn hardest to dance with the group while ON STAGE. Front and center his little girl actually ran out on the stage in the middle of the performance to dance with her daddy and because the music never stop the whole group just went along with it.  But, jimin never stopped laughing and giggling at his little girl hopping and wiggling around trying to imitate their choreo. Best moment in his life if he do say so himself. 

Taehyung: It was a pretty small, intimate concert this go round and you thought that taking your child to see her daddy perform was a great idea. Taehyung saw you and his child in the crowd beforehand and gives your section of the crowd a lot of love, everything was running smoothly. That is until your daughter went MIA and you practically had the biggest heart attack of your life. Your little girl and her sneaky self  got herself upon the stage where she saw her daddy performing and went to walk run to Taehyung until the security caught the little girl and sought out her mother. It was the cutest thing Tae had ever witnessed his girl do, but as much as he wanted to run up to his child and show her off, the public didn’t know about his biracial daughter or her black mother soooo maybe next time. 

Jungkook: Lucky this was just a rehearsal on the stage and not an actual performance when his 3 year old son came bolting out from back stage and grabbed his daddy by the leg “daddy daddy! juice!” he yelled and not 30 seconds later were you there to scoop him up. “hah sorry, sorry” you say and run out just as fast as you did coming in “oh ba- uh.. she got him” 

Fact 7

In episode 6, the following seen plays after the Boys and Killian jump into the safety of the well as Phandalin is destroyed by the Phoenix Fire Guantlet;

Taako: Well this is going good!

Merle: We really suck at this, so far.

Magnus: You know, in retrospect, I regret helping that Kurtze kid?

Taako: I wish we’d killed Kurtze, I was just thinking!

Magnus: I wish we’d killed Kurtze too!

Taako: I wish we’d killed Kurtze.

Magnus: But you know what? A lot of woulda-coulda-shoulda. You know what I mean?

[Clint & Justin laughing]

Taako: That’s true. Wish in one hand, spit in the other.

Magnus: Yeah, hindsight. 20/20 and all that.

Taako: Wish in a hand and spit on it, right? Classic.

Later on in episode 48, the Temporal Chalice, after being unable to persuade the Boys to change their greatest regrets, the cup, as June, makes one more offer;

Griffin: […] There’s a few bodies on the ground, and there are a couple of burned out wagons. There is one wagon that has fared a little bit better that has a cage in the back of it, and inside of that cage is Kurtze, the orc boy! And you realise you’re back at the very beginning of your adventure! Gundren Rockseeker has claimed the Phoenix Fire Gauntlet and is blazing a path towards Phandalin at this very moment. Killian is with you and you’ve just taken care of these slavers who took over this- who burned down this orc caravan and imprisoned Kurtze, the orc boy - who you freed - and ended up shooting Gundren and setting him off, destroying Phandalin; but you haven’t let Kurtze out yet! You’re standing in front of the cage and June says:

June: This is the last offer I-I have to make. It’s the last thing I can think of that the three of you could fix. You free Kurtze, and Kurtze, in an act of vengeance, sets off a series of events that destroys Phandalin. You can stop this from happening if you just don’t let him out of the cage. It’s my last offer, and, will any of you reconsider?

After a long debate, all three Boys say no.

Another fact, which is a comparatively lighter note, right after the above scene in episode 6, this exchange happens;

Taako: So….Can anybody levitate or anything?

[Griffin laughs loudly]

Magnus: I think we just live at the bottom of this well now.

Long after that, in the SDCC San Diego Live Show, this happens right after the Boys realize that getting out of a particular pit will be very hard to do;

Travis: But we don’t get hit!

Griffin: Yeah you don’t get hit by these spikes, it’s fuckin’ weird! Yeah!

Travis: Um… ok. [audience laughter] So… we live in the pit now.

The more things change, the more things stay the same, eh?

To be loved, Chapter 3

TITLE: To be loved

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 3

AUTHOR: fanficshiddles

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine your mother (who you hate because she’s never been a great mother to you.) Brings home her new boyfriend, who so happens to be Loki. You can’t help but be jealous and have a huge crush on him…

RATING: M

To say I was shitting myself about Loki returning that evening was an understatement.

But to my relief, when he returned he acted like nothing had happened at all.

A week went by and there was nothing said. He wasn’t weird around me in any way at all. I was glad, but still confused. Then again, I thought perhaps he was just too embarrassed to speak about it.

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Thanksgiving Solangelo

Hello! Merry ‘Givings to those who celebrate! Hope you guys are all full and good. Here’s a merry ‘Givings story that took me a while to write. 
Enjoy!

IT’S VERY LONG I’M SORRY. I have no self control.
~Claude


Will didn’t know how Thanksgiving between gods worked, considering they all low and highkey hate each other, but today he would apparently find out. It seems that Nico had convinced his dad to have host Thanksgiving at the underworld. How that was supposed to work, Will just really didn’t know.

The only real reason Will knew about this ordeal was because he received an invitation that manifested itself right in front of him. He had to give credit to Hades though. The god obviously put some effort in the invitation. Complete with perfect gold cursive against a black background, the card wished Will would arrive promptly at 7 pm and that ‘transportation would be provided,’ whatever that involved.

Now, Will was faced with the problem of what he was going to wear. He needed to make a good impression with Nico’s dad. After all, the way you dress shows what you’re probably going to be like. So obviously we went to the Aphrodite cabin for some advice on what to wear to your boyfriend’s dad’s Thanksgiving dinner.

He spent the next couple of hours putting on outfits. Jessie made him put on some black pants and he immediately heard a many different people telling him it wasn’t the right shade, not the right fabric, not the right pants entirely, so obviously he had to do what everyone said for him to do. So he tried different shades of black pants, different shades of black pants of different fabrics, and then, of course, trying different pants. With so many conflicting ideas it made Will’s head spin.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, everyone finally managed to decide on the perfect outfit. Complete with a black shirt, peach skinny jeans, black converse, and a lighter shade of black jacket, the outfit was complete.

“He doesn’t look bad in it,” Dmitri commented.

“Yeah, though I still think he should wear a little bit of makeup,” Isabella said almost dreamily. “Just some light pink lipstick. Something glossy, maybe. Perhaps some blush as well.”

“Yeah, no,” Will said. “Not today.”

Isabella sighed. “Okay, fine.”

“Isabella, he’d look better with a light shade of red matte lipstick,” piped Jon.

“Maybe some other day, but, anyways I gotta hand it to you guys. You did amazing. I look great.”

“Hell yeah you do,” Michael said. “Now go on and have some awkward Thanksgiving dinner with your boyfriend’s dad who’s a god!”

“Thanks, Michael,” Will said as he started heading out the door.

The rest of the cabin bade their farewells and Will went back to his cabin. He got lots stares here and there from the other campers and even got complimented on the outfit. The compliments felt good to him compared when he usually wore his camp Half-blood gear. Maybe he would go to the Aphrodite cabin more often to get some help deciding his outfits in the future.

His fantasies of wearing better outfits were cut short by a loud, haunting howl that made the hairs on his neck stand up. The creature howled again as the ground in front of Will opened up revealing a dark fissure in which a hellhound-drawn carriage emerged from.

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Sweater Weather

I saw @bitchardtozier write some headcanons for this and got inspired. Sorry, I would link it but I’m not sure how!

Summary: Eddie wants to knit Richie a sweater for Christmas. It’s to small but Richie loves it anyway.

Warnings: Fluff? I think.

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Eddie sits on his bed, Knitting needles in hand, a few balls of yarn to his right and a book on knitting sweaters in front of him, slightly to the left. His nose is scrunched up, his tongue sticking out of his mouth, and his face is almost touching the book with how much concentration he is putting into his task. He leans back and does his best to follow the books instructions, messing up every once in awhile.

He’s about an hour into the job and he thinks he’s made some good progress in his work, but he still has a ways to go before being done, good thing he still has two months before Christmas. Suddenly, there’s a noise coming from his window and he sees it’s Richie, attempting to climb in. Eddie thanks whatever god there is for making this boy go through puberty a bit early, making him a tall clumsy and lanky teen. This gives him enough time to wrap everything messily in a blanket and shove it under the bed.

Richie finally manages to fall through the window, making him land on his face. He sits up facing the window and shakes his head a little before turning around to greet his boyfriend.

“Hey, Eds, what are you doing-” Richie stops mid sentence when he watches Eddie fall forward off the opposite side of the bed. “Uh, Spaghetti? Are you okay?” He slowly starts to walk forward when Eddie’s small body pop’s up and scrambles back onto the bed.

“Oh hey, Richie! W-What are you doing here?” Eddie stammers nervously.

Richie furrows his brows. “Oh come on, Eddie. Don’t tell me you forgot our anniversary!”

“What!” Eddie starts running around the room in a panic, then he quickly goes to Richie and hugs him. “I’m sorry, Rich. I’ve just been busy with some stuff and-” he cuts himself off as he feels Richie’s quiet giggling.

He takes a step back and slaps Richie’s chest. “Our anniversary was last month! Fuck you, Tozier!” He says loudly, glad his mother is working the late shift.

Richie chuckles deeply, almost making Eddie forget what he was mad about. Almost. “Hey, I’m down if you are, Babe” Richie snickers

“Beep Beep, asshole.”


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“This one’s for you, Rich.” Bev says and hands Richie a very neatly wrapped box with pretty bow on top.

“Thank you, Love.” Richie says in his terrible British accent as he takes the present from her. He looks at the little tag on the top of the box, but all it says is ‘To: Trashmouth’. “Whoever gave this to me, you wound me.” Richie dramatically places his hand over his heart, holding the present with one hand as he leans backwards a little.

It’s Christmas afternoon and the entire Loser’s club has gathered at Bill’s house to exchange gifts. Stan is there two, despite the fact he doesn’t celebrate Christmas, he saw how much Bill adored it and wanted to spend some time with him, just as Bill does for him. He sits quietly next to Bill, head resting on his shoulder, hot chocolate in his hands and rocking some serious sweater paws wearing one of Bills sweaters. Bill’s wearing a horrid Christmas sweater.

“Just open it already!” Eddie says, getting impatient because of his nerves.

“Alright, alright! I’m opening it!” Richie laughs and tears into the wrapping paper. Bill giggles when he watches Eddie die a little inside when Richie just shreds all his hard work. Richie slowly opens the box lid, his eyes widening a little and his smile dropping as he slowly reaches into it.

Eddie bounces his knee nervously as Richie pulls out a maroon colored sweater with a large 'R’ in the middle of it. Richie stares at it, for once being completely quiet, which makes Eddie worry more, especially since he can’t see Richie’s face from behind the sweater.

The whole room is quiet, no one dares make a sound if even Richie is quiet. The anticipation is killing Eddie and as he goes to ask Richie what he thinks, he hears a sniffle. Eddie pauses his previously planned actions and just stares wide eyed at his boyfriend.

After a moment there are more sniffles and slowly sniffles turn into small sobs. Eddie’s heart breaks and Bill is about to say something but Stan keeps him from doing so. Eddie slowly scoots off of his chair and moves towards Richie, slowly reaching to pull down the sweater. When he does, Richie’s hands sorta drop and he just starts full on crying.

“Richie? Baby, are you okay? I-I’m sorry, you don’t have to wear it, here I’ll just take it back, its oka-” Eddie starts speed talking, going into a small panic and he reaches for the sweater.

Richie moves it out of his reach. “No!” He protests.

“No?” Eddie breathes, frozen in place.

“No.” Richie repeats softly.“I-I love it, Eds. I just,” he wipes his eyes and nose with his sleeve (in that order) making Eddie cringe a little but he knows now’s not the time. “No one’s ever made something for me… Not like this,” he laughs slightly, its a sad laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. Eddie sighs quietly, relieved that Richie is okay and 'Loves it’.

Richie looks down at his small boyfriend and pulls him into a hug. The rest of the Loser’s all awe at the two and Eddie flips them off in the hug. When Richie notices he lets out a little laugh. “I’ve taught you well, Eddie Spaghetti.” He says, pulling from the hug.

“Don’t call me that,” Eddie says, smiling wide. “Now try it on!”

“Alright, take a chill pill.”

Richie has a big, dorky grin on his face as he pulls the sweater on. Although he absolutely adores the sweater, he can’t help to frown when he sees Eddie’s face drop. “What’s wrong, Eds?”

“It’s too small… It doesn’t fit.” He says, tilting his head towards the ground in slight shame and sadness.

“So what? I still love it!”

“Really?” Eddie perks up a bit.

“Of course I love it, it was made by my favorite plate of pasta ever,” Richie smirks and laughs when Eddie crosses his arms and pouts.

“Whatever, Trashmouth, just take it off already, it doesn’t fit, I’ll make you another one later.”

“Nuh-uh.” Richie says, mimicking Eddie and crossing his arms.

“What?”

“I’m not taking it off. I’m gonna wear it all day!”

“Richie, you can’t just-” Richie cuts him off mid sentence with a kiss.

“All. Day.”

“O-Okay..” Eddie says softly. He swears his heart skipped a beat, as cheesy as that is. Both the boys now stare into each other’s eyes, big ass grins on both their faces. It’s such a nice, romantic moment… Until a gagging sound is made.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Stan says after he stops fake gaging, “But there’s too much cheesiness going on and I’m lactose intolerant.” He smirks and stiffles a laugh. Richie and Eddie both roll their eyes before everyone starts laughing.

“Alright, hurry up and finish opening presents and shit so we can go sledding, I’m bored!” Stan whines, mostly jokingly.

Everyone else opens their presents and soon, they are getting bundled up and ready to go sledding. It’s the first time it’s snowed enough this month to go sledding. They all run outside, minus Eddie and Richie.

“Hold up, Eds.” Richie says just before Eddie walks outside. Richie closes the door and gently pushes Eddie against it.

“U-Uh, Richie, what’s up?”

Richie says nothing and leans down, kissing Eddie for the second time that day. When he pulls away, his hand rests on Eddie’s cheek. “You know I really do love the sweater, right? And I love you.”

“Yeah… I love you, too.”


-Bonus-


A few months later, in early spring,

Richie and Eddie walk into class together. Eddie is wearing Richie’s maroon Christmas present sweater while Richie is rocking a dark blue sweater with a large 'E’ on the front. “I look fucking great!” Richie says as he walks to his seat beside Bev.

“That you do, Rich.” Eddie says, taking his place next to Richie.

“Not as good as you, Eddie-bear.”
Eddie’s face flushes almost the same color as his sweater. “Wow, Eds, I haven’t seen someone turn that red since your mom and I-”

“BEEP BEEP, RICHIE!”

anonymous asked:

Hello dear, if it’s not too much trouble I was wondering if it would be possible to request an HC for Frank becoming attached or friends with an outstandingly clumsy waitress??

  • The first few time you fall to the ground in front of him, he is very concerned. 
    • He gets out of his booth and rushes over to your side asking “Are you all right ma’am.”
    • He’ll help pick up pieces of glass or dropped items even as you try to shoo him away. 
    • He won’t accept the excuse that you’re just clumsy and that this happens all the time. 
    • You joke that you have a running tab of all the plates and cups that you’ve broken. 
  • Frank waves it off as an accident and doesn’t fully believe that you fall over every day. 
    • But when you spill coffee on him five visits in a row he starts to believe you. 
    • Honestly he might be a little annoyed at the amount of stained shirts he has if it weren’t for the sincere apologies you give him. That and the the first time it happened you tried to pay him for the shirt or give him a meal for free. Anything to make up for the mistake. 
    • But Frank is a gentleman and he can see that you’re almost in tears. 
    • So he just gives you a smirk and makes a sarcastic comment about how now he can smell coffee all day. Maybe he won’t have to drink as much now. 
  • The two of you make inside jokes and Frank always says that he should just carry his own food out of the kitchen. 
  • Frank still get’s out of his booth any time you drop something or slip, but instead of rushing, he calmly walks over to you and offers a hand. 
    • It’s a bonding moment that you laugh over and he just shakes his head. 
  • Despite getting used to your clumsiness he finds himself getting more and more worried about the fact that one day you might actually hurt yourself. 
    • The rare occasions where you do something to draw blood, Frank’s face get’s very stern and a little scary. 
    • You always try to hide your injuries from him because you don’t want him to be so concerned. 
    • But he’s too observant. 
    • He can’t do much for you other than tell you to be more careful or maybe some advice on how to clean it. 

Eggsy turned and looked toward him. Harry was momentarily impressed that he’d been heard, but then again most students would have pretended they couldn’t hear him if he was standing right in front of them. “Hey Haz!”

“Dr Hart,” he corrected, a little breathless from the jog. “And you forgot your notebook. You’ll want it before the exam on Thursday, I- Oh, where are my manners?”

Harry looked at the girl from the car, and she was… plain. Well, to be fair, she was actually quite pretty, but she didn’t possess the ethereal beauty that Eggsy and Roxy did. She had mousy hair and blue eyes, and her skin was not porcelain but pale and marked. She appeared to be about thirty five, with the beginnings of smile lines around her mouth. She looked quite nice, objectively, and Harry thought it unfair for her that his mind instantly compared her to her niece and nephew. Harry smiled and extended his hand. Hers was warm and soft, unlike Roxanne’s.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Harry Hart, one of Eggsy and Roxy’s professors. Your nephew would lose his head if it weren’t attached, wouldn’t he?”

She smirked, not unkindly. “Daisy. And he’s my brother, but yes, definitely.”

“Oh,” Harry said, face reddening. “I’ve rather put my foot it in. I apologize.”

Daisy was gracious in accepting his faux pas, but Eggsy thought it quite funny. When he stopped laughing he dropped an arm over Daisy’s shoulder. “Can’t you see the family resemblance, Haz?”

In truth, he could. They had the same nose, at least. Eggsy was just so… pretty. He was so beautiful it would have been unsettling on anyone other than the Kings. Perhaps Eggsy just simply didn’t look his age. Or act it. “Of course, yes, of course. Let me get you your book.”

Daisy pushed Eggsy away from her as Harry shuffled through his briefcase. She leveled him with a glare, but there was no heat behind it. “You don’t have to be so rude, Eggsy. He won’t be the last person to make that mistake.”

Harry absolutely couldn’t comment on that, so he handed Eggsy his notebook and smiled. “Well, it’s been a delight to have your siblings in class, Daisy. And I promise to be more delightful myself if you have the misfortune of running into me again.”

Daisy chuckled. “I’m glad to hear it. And I apologize about Charlie.”

Harry cocked his head. “What did Charlie do?”

“Oh, nothing that I know of. I’m just sorry about him,” Daisy grinned. Yes, definitely Eggsy’s sister.


hey lads, a sneak preview of my Twilight Kingsman crossover. Just spent Too Much Money at Michael‘s, in need of fanfiction comfort (ಥ﹏ಥ)

I want to care about this episode more but they seperated Dean and Cas so I don’t.

Like come on the last angel Cas went to meet didn’t trust humans either and turned out to be an evil jerk and they didn’t let him go alone then. Now you’re telling me they’re doing a case rather than provide the same back up. As if Dean would really go along with Cas going on his own to meet angels after he just got him back. Nope. Canon not accepted. I will be ignoring this episode forever.

It’s like they’re afraid that leaving Cas and Dean together for too long would result in them banging right there on the table in front of Sam.

4

Izo: “You Iron Fists… always so sharp.”

Danny: “Y’know… things have been moving so quickly since you arrived… I haven’t had time to talk to you.. about your history… Does Matt even know…?”

Izo: “That I trained his teacher? No. That child can barely focus on what’s right in front of him…”

Daredevil vol. 2 #114 by Ed Brubaker, Michael Lark, Stefano Gaudiano, and Matt Hollingsworth

    One of these days we’re going to write an actual, in-depth post about Master Izo: Stick’s mentor, founder of the Chaste, and pun-ster extraordinaire. But for now, here’s a personal favorite scene– Izo taking Danny Rand out gambling and gossiping about Matt– from his introductory arc in Brubaker’s DD run.       

I very rarely want to murder someone but a guy in front of my is vaping in the indoor food court while there is a fricking NO SMOKING SIGN RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM MAKES ME WANNA STRANGLE SOMEONE

Don’t??? DO THIS??? THE FUCK

Watch how he treats waiters and speaks to his sister and acts when you win your third round of spit. Does he untangle the christmas lights with care? Fuck this. Hold that. Make sure you listen. When you’re late –overtired and dead in the eyes– watch him. Does he draw you close and talk you into slow dancing around your shoebox bedroom? Tell him a joke and wait for his lungs to bleed laughter. If they don’t, you should leave. Or stay and watch him cook dinner and fold laundry. Flip pancakes. Touch your underwear and sigh. Oh! Kids and dogs, too. Puppies, preferably. These are good indicators. Does he dip low to greet them? Small things might scare him, and if they do, you should leave. Or don’t. Or tiptoe around him until the tension erupts. Storm Warning. Code Red. Listen to him sing in the shower. Billy Joel. Elton John. Elvis, but only around Christmas time. Forgive, but don’t forget. And fuck. All the time. Don’t ever call it making love. That's idiotic, and you know it. Do it in your childhood bed after your parents fall asleep. Just once and only for the adrenalin. A quickie. A never have I ever completed. Afterwards, tell him about the time you lost your virginity to James Nelson in the backseat of his mom’s mini van. Tell him you think you were too young, but mean you wish you could take it back, and let him see you bare for a moment.  Let him kiss you hard like he’s trying to tell you something, but don’t make any assumptions. He could be too drunk, after all. He’s always too drunk. Have the kids talk, the marriage talk, the my side of the bed talk. If you survive all of this, you should stay. Unless you say, “We need to talk,” and he squirms. This is cruel, but ultimately effective. Or maybe try, “I love you.” This, I warn you, is even crueler. When he says it back, ask why, and listen as he hands you pebble after pebble of ego. Don’t be fooled. You can still leave. That’s still an option. Clothes thrown haphazardly into a suitcase- his or yours, you honestly can’t remember. You say you want more, and he asks of what. It’s ok not to know, but even if you do know, don’t you dare clue him in. For once in your life play hard to get. Watch him watch you half-way through the threshold of something brand new. Does he cry? Not now, necessarily, just ever. If he didn’t cry when you watched The Titanic, you should leave. Unless he’s crying now. Which he is. Holy shit. Unpack your bag slowly, sock by sock, and let yourself wonder if you’re making the right decision. Let your heart break a little for the other side of the coin. Does he care about people? Not just you, but people. Humanity. Peace on earth. But then, okay, does he care about you? Enough, I mean. Does he care about you enough? He’s here now, and he says your name like a prayer, like a curse, like a thing he thought he’d lost in the fire. And then he’s mad as hell. Wait for him to clench his fists and practice patience. Push his buttons if you like, but don’t expect him to play nice. Sleep on the couch, just for a night, and hold on tight when he carries you back to your bed, his bed,  in the middle of the night. Don’t bring it up in the morning. He’ll just blame it on your sleepwalking, and that’ll spark another fight about nothing. And by nothing I mean everything. Watch him pour your coffee a week later and add two sugars and a cream, just how you like it. Does he still pray under his breath right before bed? Listen to the way he says, “Amen,” and compare it to the way he traces your brow when he thinks you’re still asleep. He’s too proud to act that way in front of his parents. Or anyone else, for that matter. Look through his drawers, top to bottom, and swallow the thrill that arises when you find the crumpled love note you once left on his desk at the job that he quit last year. Remember the way he used to call you darling. Mourn for a moment, only a moment, the way he used to be. And watch him that night, stroking the cat you couldn’t leave at the shelter, and let yourself wonder what life might be like without him. If the answer scares you or excites you or makes you tuck your feet up under your legs, stop. Breathe. He’s staring at you, waiting for answers. Scoot a little closer. You know what to do.
—  on falling in love and falling apart 
"... Thank you, Mr Spock."

Mccoy: *gives cup to the pretty woman he’s trying to woo*
Spock: *gives cup to Jim*

Batfam Embarrassing Moments at Galas

Bruce

Let’s out a loud cackle in the middle of a speech praising the work of earths Green Lantern(Hal Jordan). The crowd all turns to see Bruce Wayne laughing his fool head off at the prospect of Hal, the guy who regularly runs into buildings and hums the theme song to Star Wars in the middle of battles, being given such credit.

Dick

This was when he was still a teen… he accidentally burped really loud and let out an “oh fuck I’m sorry” right in front the mayor of Gotham. The look Bruce sent him could have turned him to stone.

Jason

Popped five hot chili peppers in his mouth. He then preceded to yell my mouth is on fire, fan his watering eyes, and stumble to the drink table to chug an entire jug of water.

Tim

Tripped, grabbed the first thing nearest to him, which was a ladies skirt, and tore the dress down the back as he fell to the floor.

Damian

Was caught, by Dick, staring at a woman’s butt in a tight dress.

Barbara

Gagged on an orderve and choked up the entire thing, which landed with a loud slop on the floor.

Cassie

At one of the Wayne banquets, Bruce asked his kids to join him on stage. She fell asleep durn the speech and tipped against Damian, who let her fall to the floor. The crowd went silent, a look of utter exhaustion flashed across Bruce’s face, and he turned to see his kids beginning a silent argument of glaring at each other(Robin was spotted falling off a building later that night).

Stephanie

Got drunk. Stumbled around mumbling “Howdy, sexy lady” to everyone.

Alfred

Non. He’s British perfection.