sorry for being blunt but like no

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Why do you say you have no money for expensive things? Sean/Jack has enough. I know you might not wanna use him being rich as an excuse why you can buy everything you want but still.. Nobody is blaming you for having a bf that can buy you whatever you want.

This seems to be the thoughts of some of you out there but it is honestly such a horrible way of thinking like do you have no shame? 

Sean’s money is SEAN’S money. Not “our” money, it doesn’t work like that. He earned it for himself thus it’s his money! I don’t get why you would ever think he would EVER pay/be expected to pay for my expenses.That’s just straight up rude and disrespectful to both him and myself.

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How we’ll always be, and if you only liked Ethan because of his blue hair, either grow up and realize that he’s funny, kind, caring, beautiful, and just an all around just a good bean. BLUE HAIR DOES NOT DEFINE WHO ETHAN NESTOR OR CRANKGAME PLAYS IS. We’ll all get used to it. He even said AND I QUOTE “I’ll always be your blue boy”. I’m sorry for being blunt or rude or anything related to this, I’m just speaking my mind/being honest.

*The only reason the gifs of Ethan having blue hair is because there is I think one(?) gif of him currently with brown hair. Plus I wanted Ethan reactions (I felt it necessary Idk).

Anyways have a good day/afternoon/night.

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Summary: You hate the fact that with every thing he does, Steve makes you fall for him more and more; even though he doesn’t know it.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 2,172 [I’m sorry]

A/N: Can you tell I’m in love with Steve? hope you all enjoy, I’ve got one more fic coming for ya this weekend! xx | masterlist

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anonymous asked:

Sorry English isn't my first language and it's confusing to me still. I mean like what do you think of Mars in each house placements - I think .. like Mars in the 1st, Mars in the 2nd. What are your thoughts on each placement? Lol sorry I suck

Ohh it’s ok!! 

Mars in the 1st - I think these individuals can come across somewhat aggressive since planets in the first tend to show up in the personality. This placement reminds me a bit of someone who is an army commander or general. They can also be very enthusiastic and take things head-on

Mars in the 2nd - these people hate being rushed. They like to take their time and are not usually quick spenders. They are very hard workers and like material security

Mars in the 3rd - these individuals can be very blunt in speech and can sometimes curse more often than others (especially if Mars is in Aries in the 3rd). They don’t think before they speak sometimes so that may be a bit troublesome. However these people are great with hands-on work and get the job done.

Mars in the 4th - if you have this placement, you are likely very defensive/protective over your family and will do what it takes to keep them safe, unless another planet or aspect is involved. You are likely very emotional but tend to shy away from being open about your feelings.

Mars in the 5th - very outgoing and fun nature. These people can be very flirtatious and very fun to be around. These people are very creative and may have an interest in playing multiple sports. Love and romance is very important to these people as well. It can be likely your first child is male or masculine, has a strong Mars or have Aries placements.

Mars in the 6th - the “workaholic” placement. Natives with this placement sometimes consume themselves with their work and it can be a bit overwhelming. They like to get the job done quickly but don’t leave anything left undone. Very organized and tend to be perfectionists.

Mars in the 7th - one of the more difficult Mars placements since in any relationship, there is usually conflict and this native is not new to fighting with people. People with this placement can also be attracted to people with an aggressive nature or someone with an Aries prominence. They like to be the dominant in any relationship.

Mars in the 8th - a very deep, passionate and sexual individual who will need transformation some point in his or her life. These natives sometimes have trouble sharing with others and need to learn to share their resources. These natives may be possessive, but they can see through anyone’s facade.

Mars in the 9th - the lover of philosophy. These people connect with their beliefs quite strongly. This placement reminds me of people in the martial arts. These people love a good debate and have no problem arguing until they win. They love to travel and learn about various cultures.

Mars in the 10th - very passionate about success and their career. They strive to succeed and accomplish every one of their goals. People with this placement may come across as a bit cold due to their serious nature. They are willing to sacrifice whatever it takes to achieve long-term goals.

Mars in the 11th - these people work well with others and are willing to help others achieve their goals. It is likely you have a large social circle and communicate with enthusiasm. People with this placement may be idealistic at times and do what you can to make the world a better place.

Mars in the 12th - quite a difficult place for Mars since more often than not, expression and anger is kept behind the scenes for these individuals. Being in the spotlight is not your forte and your confidence may be low. It is more rare to see these natives get angry about something, but when they do get angry, it’s a shocking sight to see.


[Today, Courtesy of This Diagram Generated by @sebdoesstuff, a Performative Reading of the Natal Chart of Detective Gavin Reed, Born October 7, 2002, in What We Take to Be Detroit, Michigan, at an Unknown Time of Day. All Standard Disclaimers from This Post Apply, Including the One about This Being a Generalization, Because Even with the Natal Chart We’re Not Going to Get into Aspects or Full Houses vs Empty Houses or Anything Like That, I’m Not an Astrologer Nor Was I Meant to Be, Also I Need to Go Eat Dinner Now]

1. Rising Sign: presentation
Sagittarius (blunt, outgoing, independent)

[The rising sign is dependent on the time of birth; it’s Sagittarius here because 12PM is the default time this website uses. My original choice for Gavin’s rising sign was Aries, because an Aries is just a Leo with an inferiority complex THAT’S RIGHT FIGHT ME ARIES but I rather like Sagittarius, actually! Did you know that every man I have ever been into but also simultaneously hated myself for being into had a Sagittarius sun sign? It’s a personal note you didn’t ask for but also it’s a broadly applicable truth.]

“I’ll make my own scrambled eggs,” says Gavin. “You cook like someone who made a deal with the devil to trade in their taste buds for pointlessly overdeveloped fine motor skills, which is exactly what you are. Your food tastes like a fucking instruction manual.”

“Is that any way to talk to your lawfully wedded husband?” asks RK900.

“THE LAW IS NOT JUSTICE,” proclaims Gavin.

Capitulating to the oppressive institution of marriage had provided them with certain tax benefits, muses RK900, but it had not done a thing to socialize Gavin. It’s just as well, he thinks.

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Title: Lost in Translation
Character: Shaun Murphy
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Your hand absentmindedly reached up to rub the remaining sleep from your eyes as you readjusted your bag strap on your shoulders. Glancing down at your phone for the time before you pushed open the door to the hospital, bidding a short good morning to the guard by the enterence.

When you looked back up from your phone, you saw Shaun standing right in the center of the lobby. He was dressed in his usual blue scrubs and coat, he was looking right at you until your gazes met. He gave you a stiff wave and then kept his eyes on his folded hands.

“Dr. Murphy?” You said as you walked up to him, hands in your pockets. “You’re early today.”

“Yes, I am,” Shaun reaffirmed, clearing his throat as he looked back at you. “You weren’t here yesterday.”

You shook your head. “No, I wasn’t. But I’m fine now, no need to worry.”

“I did though,” He said over you. “I was worried something had happened because you weren’t sleeping. Did you rest like you promised?”

You smiled. “Yes, I did. I’m sorry for making you worry. It was just a bug is all, Claire told me she’d give me a stern talking to if I didn’t stay home till I felt better.”

“Why don’t you take care of yourself?” Shaun asked after a short pause.

It took you a second to get back from the minor shock of being asked such a blunt question. “I do take care of myself.” You said with a short laugh.

“But you just said Claire was the one who made you take off work even though you were sick. And she told me you had a very long history of doing this kind of thing.”

You remained silent, and Shaun took it as a sign to elaborate further.

“I understand that as a doctor your schedule isn’t always the same, but you should try to make sure you’re healthy and-”

“Uhm, I should probably-” You broke to point aimlessly in some direction. “-I should go get my scrubs on. I’ll see you later.”

Shaun couldn’t even think of a response before you all but sprinted away from him to your locker.

Shaun didn’t see you for the rest of the day, even on the busiest of days; he’d always manage to at least catch a glance of you. But it was like you weren’t even in the hospital again.

After his shift was over, Shaun was quick to change into street clothes; practically shoving his coat on as he quickly walked to the main enterence lobby.

He looked around, seeing the usual receptionist and guard that covered the night shifts, and a couple people hanging around the sitting area as they read magazines or talked to one another while drinking out of cheap, plastic coffee cups.

You usually left late, so he figured he’d wait around and catch you before you left. He didn’t fully understand what had made you so upset, but it felt like it was something he said.

Shaun looked down at his phone to look at the time, fifteen minutes had past and still nothing.

He continued to do the same thing, checking precisely every fifteen minutes for around two hours. Looking up everytime he heard footsteps; expecting to see you walking up to the doors or tying back your hair.

He took another look at the time, Shaun would have to leave now if he wanted to catch the bus home. He looked up one final time, glancing at the various enters into the lobby, but no one came by.

Shaun stood up, sliding his phone into his pocket as he started towards the exit. Maybe he could find you tomorrow.

Shaun stood in front of the mirror, ruffling around his hair as he looked down at his phone for the time. He was at least half an hour ahead of his normal schedule, wanting to get at the hospital so he was certain he’d catch you come into work.

But when he went into the hospital as usual, you were now the one standing in the middle of the room; waiting on him.

You weren’t dressed in your scrubs, but Shaun saw you rocking back and forth on your feet and you gave him a small smile when you two saw each other.

“Morning, Shuan,” You said when you walked up to him. “How was the bus ride here?”

“Normal, well not exactly, I was early so the usual people weren’t there.” Shaun explained.

You nodded. “I wanted to say sorry, for avoiding you yesterday.”

“I had planned on talking to you about it,” He looked down at you. “I was worried that you’d still be upset with me.”

“Oh no, I wasn’t upset with you. I think I was upset with myself because I knew you were right and I had to confront the issue; I wanted to ignore it for a little longer.”

“Well good,” Shaun said with a nod. “Are we still friends?”

“Course,” You affirmed with a laugh. “I would never be upset with someone for something so trivial. I know you had good intentions when you asked me about it.”

Shaun nodded again. “Good,” He repeated, not entirely sure how to carry on the conversation.

You inhaled, your shoulders rising slightly as you did so. “I should go get ready for work, I’m sure Claire’s trying to hunt me down as we speak.”

Shaun smiled. “I’ll see you around today then?”

You nodded. “Absolutely.”

Harry, you’re drowning!

So remember last year when the first trailer of Dunkirk came out and there was a glimpse of Harry drowning and we were all freaking out? I had this small piece in my drafts since then haha xx M

It was just a regular Sunday. You were at your boyfriend, Harry’s house for the weekend. You had a whole month off from Uni, which you were so grateful for. You had been coped up in school that you couldn’t spend enough time with Harry ever since his hiatus started. But now that you were free, you planned to spend as much time as possible with Harry. 

Currently, you were sitting in his living room, scrolling through twitter on your phone while Harry was doing something in the kitchen. 

All of a sudden, your phone blows up with notifications in your twitter mentions. You furrow your eyebrows, wondering why so many people were tweeting you all of a sudden. You look through your mentions and see a certain video in the tweets. At the top of it was written DUNKIRK TRAILER #1 and just from reading that your eyes are as wide as saucers, your heart lodging in your throat. 

The trailer is out! The trailer of the movie that your boyfriend starred in. The trailer of the movie that was directed by Christopher Nolan. The movie that your fucking boyfriend starred in that was directed by Christopher fucking Nolan! Did he know it was being released? He didn’t say anything to you about it. Not once did he even hint at it. 

Oh if he knew, he was going to get it. You thought.

You weren’t prepared when you clicked on the link. Ignoring the tweets that mention any spoilers, you bring your legs up on the couch and sit criss cross with your phone turned horizontal so you can see the video in full screen. You give a quick glance towards the kitchen, seeing that Harry still wasn’t back yet. 

You clear your throat, your full attention solely focusing on the screen of your phone. It starts off calm before things suddenly get intense and your eyes widen, watering with tears. Your mouth is agape, the small tears streaming down your face this time when you see your boyfriend drowning on the screen with a terrified look on his face. You pause, putting your hand on your chest because your boyfriend was fucking drowning. And you weren’t there to fucking save him!

You rewind again to the part where he was drowning, watching it a few more times because you couldn’t believe how overwhelmed you felt. You didn’t know if the tears on your face are from pride or because you just had to witness your boyfriend drown with a helpless look on his face.

After re watching your boyfriend drown three or four more times, you finish the rest of the trailer. You close out the video, your mouth still agape as you read through the tweets. 



And you thought, same

Many of the tweets are incoherent and you couldn’t understand half of them but you didn’t mind because you totally understood why. You still felt shocked and overwhelmed. Your heart was bursting with so many different emotions. Quickly you exit out of the app and throw your phone on the couch next to you.

“Harryyy!!” Your voice cracks as you call out his name from the living room. You hear a loud BANG followed by his voice groaning Fuck! And your eyebrows raise up in concern, wondering what just happened. 

The sound of your voice cracking and on the verge of crying immediately made him drop everything he was doing and quickly rush out of the kitchen. Not before accidentally stubbing his toe against the wall. 

He sees you sniffling, wiping the tears off your face with the sleeves of his oversize sweater that you stole from him. He ignores the throbbing pain in his toe, kneeling on the floor in front of the couch so he can be eye level with you. He cups your face in his humongous hands, thumbs wiping the excess tears from your face. 

“Oi! S’wrong? Wha’s happenin’ love?” He asks worriedly. 

You shake your head, a frown on your face, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. He was okay. He was okay. You don’t say anything and just bury your face into the crook of his neck, sniffling against it. He ignores the fact that your runny nose from your tears is touching the skin of his neck. He wraps his arms tightly against your back tightly, rubbing his hands up and down your back in a soothing manner.

He holds you for a few minutes before pulling back and cupping your face again. “Wha’ happened?” He asks you in concern. 

“I-I was on twitter a-and–” He interrupts you with a stern look on his face.

“Were yeh readin’ those nasty an’ mean tweets, love?” He accuses, not letting you finish. “Told yeh not t’read those!” He scolds. “They’re just jealous of–”

You roll your eyes and huff, bringing your hand up to pinch his lips together to shut him up. He crosses his eyes to look down at your hand pinching his lips before looking back up at you.

“No, I wasn’t reading those mean tweets!” You tell him.

He taps his finger against your hand, urging you to let go see he could talk and you do. You look down in your lap and intertwine your hand with his, the one that wasn’t holding your face.

“Then why yeh cryin’, love?”

A sigh emits from your mouth, “I was on twitter and all of a sudden I’m being mentioned in these tweets and I look and I see that the trailer for your movie comes out and I–” Harry’s face quickly turns from understanding to disbelief, “I just watched it and you were drowning! Harry, you were drowning!!” You wail out.

“’s tha’ why yeh were cryin’? ‘Cos I was drownin’ in a film?” You nod, pouting sadly and he wants to kiss you but he holds himself back. 

All of a sudden he laughs out loud, his hand letting go of your face to land on his chest. It was the kind of laugh that you thought was cute and obnoxious at the same time and usually it’s when he really thinks something is funny. 

You glare at him, crossing your arms of your chest. “That’s not funny!” 

Harry ignores you, continuing to laugh. “’course it is! I was just actin’ , love. See, ‘m here aren’t I? Was just makin’ tea in the kitchen, you nugget.” He scolds softly, chuckling at your angry glare.

You let out a shaky sigh, breaking your angry facade. “But you looked so terrified!” You instantly forget that you’re suppose to be angry with him and bring him close to you again by grabbing either side of his face and pucker your lips against his a couple of times in short kisses.

Harry smiles, loving the sudden affection and responds to each kiss.

 “Love,” Kiss. “Yeh,” Kiss. “Pet.” Kiss. He halts you from giving him another kiss, holding your face in his hands and rubs his thumb underneath your eye. “Can’t get rid o’ me unless yeh tell me to leave yeah? Even then, ‘m gonna have a hard time leavin’ yeh.”

You shake your head in rebuttal. You’re never going to let him go. “I’m never gonna tell you to leave.” You say firmly. “You’re stuck with me.”

Harry fake cries in misery and you push at his chest again. He quickly grabs your wrists in his, holding your hands against his chest and leans in to kiss the side of your nose and under your eye.

 “’m glad. No one else I’d rather be stuck with.”

You beam at him, kissing his lips again. This time it was a long kiss. The one where your lips would move in sync and he would tease your lips with his tongue, nudging it against your bottom lip to open your mouth. You would part your lips to grant access and he would immediately let his tongue roam in your mouth. Your sweet kiss turning into a hot make out session. You pull back with a loud POP to take a breath and look into his eyes, him doing the same, his chest heaving slightly. 

His lips are wet and super red from your kissing and you were about to lean in again but before you do, you say something. 

“You actually still managed to look good even when you’re drowning.” You tell him honestly and he cackles loudly, green eyes brighter than ever. 

“‘m I suppose t’say thank you or summat?” He questions and you nod, making him chuckle again.

You pecks his lips again and say, “And I really love you.”

He gives you his cute dimpled smile, “I love yeh too, yeh goof.”

He lean in to kiss you again, your hands tangling in his hair while his grab the sides of your neck softly. You press your lips against his harder this time, immediately opening your mouth again for his tongue but pull back as soon as it happens. 

“Pet!” He whines like a child who’s just been told he isn’t allowed to have ice cream. “‘m tryin’ t’kiss yeh but yeh keep interruptin’! Wha’ have yeh got to say now?”

You pout, brows furrowing in annoyance. “Was just gonna tell you I wanted to give you a blowjob,” You grumble.

His eyes quickly widen, mouth agape at your blunt words. He wasn’t going to complain about that. If this is how you were going to get whenever he stars in a movie, he should really consider an acting career. 

“‘M sorry, love!”  He quickly apologizes and you shake your head in denial. 

“Too late,” You tell him sternly, causing him to quickly pout, knowing you won’t be able to resist for long with his eyes and lips. 

“Pleaseeee,” He begs, fluttering his eyes and you sigh, hating him for being so cute. 

“Fine. Since you deserve it,” You give in and he beams happily like a child on Christmas. 

He stands up from the floor, his bones crunching in his knees from the sudden stretch. He raises his arms above his head, letting out a loud content sigh. You notice his shirt ride up, the ferns on his hips being displayed and the small trail of hair that leads to place where you were about to put your mouth. 

You wrap your arms around his waist, pushing his shirt up to touch his smooth muscle with your hands. You kiss around his tummy, making him giggle cutely. You look up at him, your head resting against his hard abdomen.

“Hey,” You say, making him look down at you. His hand tangles in your hair, massaging your head. 

“Hm?” He hums, brow raising in question.

“I’m really proud of you,” You tell him, gazing at his face that brightens, his heart shaped lips turning into a soft grin. 

“Know yeh are, pet. Know yeh are.” Because he really does. And there’s no one else he’d want more proud than you.

And in that afternoon, you really show him how proud you are of him.

I hate myself for doing this. 


Hoya. For being a part of something special to all inspirits. For sharing your voice and dancing. For your sass and blunt humor. For your acting. For your smile.

I’m sad that he’s leaving infinite. I love infinite regardless but I’ll miss Hoya not being with the other six.

I hope everyone continues to support infinite as 6 and Hoya, wherever he may want to go with his career.

Dream boat

Part 5:
“Shiro?” Lance asked his voice quivering.
Shiro looked around. There was no way out, between the things and the fire they were trapped.
The figures were slowly approaching, teasing them knowing there was no where to go.
“Shiro!” Lance tugged on his sleeve gaining the older mans attention.
Lance was pointing upwards and it took a moment before Shiro realised what he was doing.
“Lance your a genius!” Shiro waisted no time grabbing Lance putting the boy on his back. “Hold on tight.” He yelled as he powered up his prosthetic the purple glow lost in comparison to the orange flickering flames surrounding them.
He dug his glowing fingers into the bark and began to climb.
He didn’t look down just climbed higher and higher. Shiro didn’t know what they would do once they reached the top. Even if the things couldn’t climb the fire would get them.
Lance was coughing as the smoke became thicker and thicker.
They just had to get above the tree line.
“Hang on buddy, almost there.” Shiro said through gritted teeth as he pulled them up higher and higher his back screaming with the strain put on his wounds. From the wet feeling on his back the stitches likely popped.
By time they reached the top Shiro’s arms felt like jelly and his head felt light from blood loss.
Up this high the air was a little clearer and they couldn’t see the things beneath them.
But they could feel the heat radiating from below.
Shiro didn’t say it. But he knew there was no way out of this. He was fine with dying. He had lived much longer then he had ever expected, but it wasn’t just him. Lance was here. Lance was far too young to die, too young to have to be in a situation like this.
“Shiro what do we do now? How do we get out of here?” Lance asked trying to put on a brave face but was failing as tears fell down his cheeks.
Shiro pulled the boy into a hug “I don’t know… I’m so sorry I let you down.”
“It’s ok… Shiro your still my friend… are you my friend?” He asked hesitantly like he expected rejection.
Shiro smiled “yeah buddy Your my friend too.”
“Really?” Lance asked holding out his little finger.
“Yeah really.” Shiro linked his little finger with Lances smaller one.
Then the tree began to sway, seconds from falling. Shiro did the only thing he could. He grabbed Lance and held him close as they fell towards the ground far below hoping to take the blunt of the force.
Shiro didn’t feel the impact. He felt like instead of falling he was being dragged upwards into a blinding white light.
Shiro sat bolt upright in bed in the infirmary breathing heavily with his heart racing.
Allura and Corran were running around yelling something back and forth.
Shiro was confused for a moment before his eyes ended up on Lance lying on his side and coughing his lungs up.
Shiro jumped off the bed almost falling over in the process as he crossed the distance between them putting a hand on his shoulder and rubbing soothing circles on his back.
“Lance are you ok?” He asked.
The blue paladin looked up just as he made a gagging noise and black smoke began to pour out of his mouth.
“Shiro move!” Allura snapped all but shoving him out of the yay and she put a strange mask over Lance’s mouth that seemed to actually suck the smoke away.
As Shiro watched it all came back to him. The kid in his memories, how he acted, how he looked, that unbeatable optimism and need to help.
The boy he had met it had been Lance. His Lance.
The next few days were tough. Allura said that the spell had been expelled from his body but the strain it had caused left Lance with a high fever and bed ridden.
The entire team took shifts sitting with him trying to get his fever down.
By the end of the week everyone was exhausted but Lance’s fever had finally been broken.
Shiro sat by Lance’s bed. Since waking up he hadn’t had a chance to actually talk to Lance about what he had seen in his mind and now that Lance was at least sort of coherent he wasn’t sure how to bring it up.
Luckily he didn’t have to.
“I was six.”
“Hmmm?” Shiro hummed questioning.
“What you saw I’ve been having that nightmare since I was sick.”
Shiro pulled his chair closer to the bed helping Lance sit up, propped against a few pillows.
“We didn’t have much, we always needed money and when my mama found out she was pregnant again my dad… he got a loan from some not very nice people.” Lance swallowed “Mama lost the baby, and we lost Mama a few days later, used all the money on hospital bills. The men dad borrowed the money from still wanted it paying back.” Lance pulled his knees up against his chest. “We didn’t have anything… they wanted to take my sisters to work of the debt. My brother stepped up and worked fighting in this betting ring. But it wasn’t enough and they still wanted my sisters. So one night we were all going to run away. But the men came… Dad held them off while my siblings got away but I hid in the back room and I saw when they ….they.” Lances lip started to trembled.
Acting on instinct Shiro pulled him into a hug.
“I couldn’t get out. His body blocked the door. It wasn’t until the police came knocking almost a week later did I get out.”
Shiro ran his fingers through his hair making quiet shushing noises when Lance began to sob.
“Did you find your family?”
Lance nodded not looking up from where his face was buried in Shiro’s chest. “We all moved in with my mama’s parents in America.”
Shiro nodded “look Lance everything I said I really did mean it. Your amazing, having gone through something like that but still acting so happy all the time looking out for everyone.” Shiro pulled away cupping Lance’s face with his hands “your the best blue paladin we could ever hope for. I know I don’t say it enough, but you hold this team together. Thank you for that Lance.”
Lance began to cry again throwing his arms around Shiro’s neck “I didn’t realise just how badly I needed to hear that. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

anonymous asked:

For Bnha HCs could you do Dadzawa, Dad Might, and Dad Mic with Bakugou?

Oooooo. SORRY this took so long, RL kinda rose up to smother me. Hope you like~


-SUPER protective of this fiery little asshole’s right to be a Hero no matter what

-Just b/c he’s protects that right viciously does NOT mean he wont then go over to Kacchan and basically be like ‘you need to chill out and get a hold of yourself’

-He’s the dad who combines between ‘subtle manipulation’ to put Kacchan in a situation to be better and being ‘super blunt’

-Aizawa actually REALLY likes Kacchan’s curry and in order to get the recipe agreed to give Kacchan the recipe for his own beef stew. 

-Dad has no idea, but he accidentally starts A Thing and gives Kacchan cooking lessons via trading recipes 

-Also unknown to dad- Kacchan frantically teaches himself stranger and stranger foods so he has something to teach Aizawa. 

-DadZawa takes careful advantage when he learns that placing his hand into Kacchan’s hair will instantly still and calm the boy. (the rest of the school is in Awe)


-Katsuki has the biggest case of Hero Worship ever seen for this man. Toshi is actually oblivious about it. Like Toshi knows he’s Kacchan’s fav, but he doesn’t realize that Kacchan listens to everything he says rather then hearing it (no matter what he acts like or says after)

-Katsuki once the whole Injury thing comes out and he finds out about the ‘no stomach’ thing with Toshi takes to making the man a collection of small meals. (The students have no idea how he fits the apparently endless bento boxes)

-Toshi likes hugs. A lot. (He’s a bit touch starved okay?) and he likes to give them out when his students do well. Katsuki will go boneless and quiet when Toshi gives them to him. (he loves them actually and always feels supper proud about earning them BUT HE WILL NEVER TELL ANYONE EVER SHUT UP DEKU)

-Toshi never really has to be blunt or subtle about correcting Kacchan when he does something wrong. He has the World’s Worst Disappointed Look. Kacchan loathes that look and will go out of his way to avoid it. Or get rid of it.

-Katsuki is smart. When he figures out that Toshi is touch starved, he goes out of his way to sit close to him during movie night (he often throws his legs over Toshi’s or ‘accidentally’ falls asleep on his shoulder


-This man does not do subtle where he can avoid it. He’s confront Kacchan straight to his face where needed.

-Katsuki actually respects the hell out of that fact, and so this method will work 9.9 times out of ten. The rest of that time, Katsuki will get into a screaming match with the man.

-Mic knows when Katsuki isn’t really listening AT ALL and resorts to screaming back at him- not like his normal yelling but just furious unbending rage- Mic will just yell random sayings in English and lets Katsuki vent via screaming back. 

-Mic uses music to calm the boy down. Whenever Kacchan is being over the top, he’ll pull his headphones off, and plop them on Kacchan’s ears and play random music from his playlists for the boy.

-Katsuki can cook really well, but he has more trouble with baking. Mic is really good at it- so he likes to teach Katsuki. 

-Mic thinks the ‘concentrating serious face’ the boy has while learning a new recipe is adorable, and he also thinks the way all the other students in 1a seem to appear from the woodwork as the scent of Baking Things spreads is hilarious. 

anonymous asked:

How RFA + V + Saeran would be drunk! If you want to and haven't done this yet.

~I’ve had some wine, myself. And felt like making this extra-with some purposefully super shitty doodles made into the Drunk RFA lmfao….i’ll see myself out of this fandom…I’m so sorry everyone……

◉ Yoosung

  • ‘The Denier’
  • Doesn’t ever want to go home
  • Will deny ever being drunk while being incredibly drunk
  • Bitches about V
  • Sometimes cries
  • Really blunt and mouthy when he is drunk
  • Keeps forgetting he has a drink in his hand

◉ Jumin

  • ‘The Horn’
  • Only has sex on his mind
  • Will hit on you
  • A lot
  • Plastered but he holds it together pretty well
  • His clothing starts coming untucked
  • He’s making weird faces
  • Worst pick up lines

◉ Zen

  • ‘The Self-Destructor’
  • Someone please help him
  • He can drink a lot
  • But when he gets passed that point, he is a mess
  • Just buying things
    • “I’m famoussss I caan treat myyy fanss”
  • Gets excited at random moments and dances
  • Take his phone away because he is calling everybody
  • Anyone who ever broke his heart in the past is getting some ramblings or an incoherent voicemail

◉ Jaehee

  • “The DMC’ (deep meaningful chat)
  • Mom of the night
  • If you look even the least bit upset she is the one comforting you
  • Gives unsolicited advice
  • Lots of back patting
  • Stumbles around
  • Literally just concerned for everyone
  • Deep analysis of your love life, work life, home life…you life as a whole
  • Lengthy discussion about why cats should not be pets

◉ Saeyoung

  • ‘The Banter Enforcer’
  • He’s a fucking maniac
  • Just doing stupid shit to make everyone laugh
  • Feels like it’s his job
  • Just reckless, someone stop him
  • Keeps trying to top himself over and over again with the amount of crazy he can do
  • Pressures everyone to try and get people on his level
  • Especially Yoosung

◉ V

  • ‘The Romantic’
  • He’s the guy in the corner who hasn’t stopped staring at you longingly with tears in his eyes
  • Won’t stop talking about the love of his life
  • Overly-dramatic and won’t stop doing thing to make a scene
  • Makes Jumin listen to him and his ramblings
  • Looks at old photos
  • Takes a walk to ‘clear his head’

◉ Saeran

  • ‘The Wanderer’
  • Literally where the fuck did he go
  • This dude just walks off when you aren’t looking and he’s gone
  • You hope he isn’t dead????
  • Or puking somewhere in an alley?
  • Doesn’t answer his phone
  • Has no regard for anyone else, just leaves
  • Sneaks out like a drunken ninja

Filed under “Ships i never considered but suddenly need”

Oh joy..the “Discourse” (??) about Women in Magic is back...

First of all..this shouldn’t be discourse. It pisses me off.

Second of all, if you have something to say, things like “But everyone deals with the issues,” or “just get over it,” or “don’t be so special snowflake,” or “this isn’t even an issue,” or “feminism doesn’t belong in Magic,” or “but but, I’ve never seen a woman be disrespected!”or “women are actually the problem in Magic,” or “actually men face the same issues as women” or ANYTHING LIKE THAT

Just. Don’t. Freaking. Say. Anything. Keep your mouth shut. 

Seriously, I am not usually this blunt or mean,I try to be nice to everyone, polite and kind I hate being confrontational, but just keep your mouth shut, you’re making yourself look like an idiot and you are the problem

I. Am. Done. Dealing. With. It.

just-antiyou  asked:

headcanons for a head over heals smoker, shanks, zoro and law?

You mean head over heels for someone?

Omg, this would be HILARIOUS to watch!
(I’m back from the dead! Only thing I can say is that I was REALLY uninspired. D:
I’m so sorry for such a long absence!)

Head over heels in love with someone headcanons:


  • Acts like he totally knows what he’s doing, but he doesn’t. Don’t let him fool you.
  • Will try to ignore it for the longest time once he first realizes out he feels.
  • Doesn’t work. LOL
  • Ends up trying to be as subtle as possible on researching what he can do. Shut up, you didn’t see anything.
  • Initially tries to be sweet and endearing in the super cliche way, but just ends up being super blunt instead.
  • Also, lots of staring. LOTS of it. And standing as close as possible. Or as far away as possible, because he doesn’t know what to say. LOL
  • Mood rekt.


  • Obviously knows what he’s doing. Come on.
  • Really sweet, but also incredibly goofy.
  • Laughter is important for this guy, so he’ll use humour as a way to get them to pay some more attention to him/look his way.
  • WAY more smiles. Seriously. Get some sunglasses because DAMN that’s bright.
  • A lot more physical contact than usual, and longer. Example: More hugs, duh.
  • Hangs around a lot more and more often, and even longer periods of time.
  • LOVES showing up at random and surprising them. And that does mean surprise hugs, too.

Zoro and Law:

  • These two also don’t really know what they’re doing, either.
  • Both do a LOT of staring. Law would be aware of it, but Zoro most likely isn’t.
  • Hang around the same area. Like in the same room, but not necessarily talking to them. But definitely in eyesight.
  • You can’t tell me that these two wouldn’t get more protective. But they wouldn’t be obvious about it. Maybe. Okay, they might show off just a little.
  • Law would try to ignore it/fight it off once he realizes it, because of his past. And for a LONG while, too, before just ends up accepting it.
  • Zoro, on the other hand, only realizes it because it ends up hitting him like a ton of bricks. And probably because someone just flat out told him. LOL
  • Both would do a shit ton of teasing. Absolutely no mercy and relentless. R I P
  • Zoro probably naps closer to them. And sits closer to them if the opportunity arises. Pfft, he wasn’t looking for an open seat. NOPE.
  • Law would be a lot more sneaky is being closer to them. As in, doesn’t want ANYONE to know, because he’s well aware they’d tease him. Straw Hats.
Why Oh Why pt. 2 (Scott Reed x Reader)


part 1

I walk into the bathroom and looked into the mirror with tears streaming down my face. I didn’t know what else to do and felt completely alone. For Justin to just sit there and insult me like I haven’t been one of the few people who stuck by his side regardless of anything. I realize I’m probably not the nicest person to Natalie, but she never liked me from the start.

I hear the bathroom door open and looked up in the mirror to see Jessica.

“I didn’t hit him that hard” I instantly tell her.

She shrugs, “He deserved it, but you also shouldn’t have called him an asshole. He’s right, you’ve been rude but we can deal with it. He shouldn’t have said what he said but you also can’t be mad at him, Y/N”

I thought long and hard about what she said. Maybe I took it too far by pretty much attacking him in front of the whole school. He just took it so far and I never would’ve thought my own best friend would say those things to me.

“I guess I could apologize. He really hurt my feelings though so it’s going to take time for me to forgive him completely” I admitted to her.

She hugged me, “Should we head back to the cafeteria? Justin may still be mad, but I’ll be right by your side. I won’t leave you, Y/N.”

I nodded and walked out with her. On our walk back, I was thinking of what everyone probably thinks about me. I know they’re talking about me at Scott’s table, there’s no doubt about it. I just hope he knows I had a reason to hit Justin.

When we entered the cafeteria, everyone went silent and all eyes went on me. I already felt uncomfortable with how everyone is whispering and glancing at me. I look at Justin and he has a deep red mark on his cheek. I felt bad, he wouldn’t even make eye contact. When he finally did, it was a glare. He was mad and he had every right to be. I would apologize to him when I felt the time to do it was right.

I felt Alex grab my hand, “Are you sure you want to stay here, Y/N? I won’t bullshit anything, everyone is talking about you”

“I figured. Justin, I was wrong. Can you forgive what I’ve done? It hurts me to hurt you, but you really hurt my feelings and hitting you was the first instinct” I apologized as I looked into his eyes.

He shook his head at me and looked disappointed, “No. I have always been here for you. You treat me like shit sometimes, and your only excuse is that you’re being ‘blunt’. I feel like us being friends won’t work”

“Justin, please. After everything, we have no one except each other. You’re my best friend. Please don’t leave me, you’re all I have left” I sobbed out to him.

“I don’t wanna be friends. Now, unless you want to continue being the talk of school today, I’d suggest you stop crying” He states nonchalantly.

“Are you really going to sit here and treat me like this? I’m sorry, Justin.”

He snaps at me, “Leave me the fuck alone, Y/N. You can’t treat people like shit and expect them to bow down to your feet as soon as you apologize. It may have been like that before, but now you’re not with Scott. Nobody gives a shit about you anymore. You’re not a somebody at Liberty and you’re certainly not a somebody to me.”

I feel hurt, but if he wants to leave I’ll let him. I’ve lost two important people and I don’t know how to cope with it. Do I just leave both situations be and move on with my life? Do I try to fix everything? I’m so lost right now.

Clay puts a hand on my shoulder, “Y/N, maybe you should just leave. He obviously doesn’t want to be bothered right now. I’ll talk to you after school.”

I nod and walk out of the cafeteria for a second time today. I’m full blown crying at this point because I feel like everything is crashing at once. I walk outside to mine and Scott’s old spot. This spot always gave me a feeling of peace.

My life is complete upside down caused by events that occurred these past 3 weeks. I feel like just moving schools at this point. Maybe Liberty High isn’t where I belong. No matter where I go, the negativity from here follows me. Scott made me want to continue coming here. He was my rock and now I don’t know what to do without my rock. Scott was my everything and helped me out of my dark parts in life. Now I’m here, without my best friend or my boyfriend.

“Y/N!” I hear my name being called from the distance.

I roll my eyes, I couldn’t have one second to myself without someone interrupting me. I turn around and see Zach.

“Yes, Zach?” I asked already annoyed.

He looked at me with sympathy, “Someone wants to talk to you”

I look at him confused then Scott comes out behind him. I could feel my heart begin to accelerate. He’s the only person who can ever make me feel like this. He’s an angel on this earth and I can’t express how jealous I am now of Natalie.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Zach states as he walks back inside the school.

Scott and I stood there awkwardly not knowing what to say.

“How are you?” I blurt out, actually wanting to know.

He smiled at me, “I’m fine, thanks. How about you?”

“Can I?” I ask him

“Go ahead, you know you can tell me anything.”

I take a deep breathe, “I’m lost without you. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, I hate walking in the halls just seeing you with, her.  I’m just wondering what I did for you to all of a sudden not want me anymore. I hate you so much, but I love you more than anything. You broke my heart but I still don’t want anybody but you.”

“For fucks sake, Y/N. You really do know how to me feel like a complete dick. I’ll be honest, I just didn’t feel the same way anymore. I was starting to get close to Natalie and I really liked her. I really never wanted to hurt you. I loved you and I still do love you. You’re amazing and beautiful and I will love you until I’m in the dirt. Us being together just wasn’t working.” He tells me while looking into my eyes.

I started crying again, “After that answer, I really should hate you. How do you do that? You’re so pure and angelic it’s crazy. I love you. Don’t just leave me on my own, you know I can’t handle it”

He doesn’t say anything, just charges at me and brings me into a tight hug. His hugs and kisses were always my favorite thing about him.

“I love you. You’ll always be my friend” He says kissing my forehead.

That statement was enough to send me overboard. I started sobbing into his shoulder. Being called a friend by someone you are undeniably in love with, hurts. I just have to sit here and take it because I want him to be happy.

I try to pry myself away from him, having this much contact with him was too painful. He wouldn’t let go and just held me tighter. At this point, I was a crying and sobbing mess. I never cried this much, but I also never experienced this much pain. I just want him back and I would do anything to do so.

He pulls me back a little to look into my eyes, “You’re strong. I know you’ll get over this. I don’t deserve you.”

“You’re such a fucking prick. I love you with all my being. You can’t just give up on our relationship like this. I feel so much potential in us, Scott. Looking at you makes me wanna breathe. I won’t give up on us even though you don’t love me. You have me and I don’t want to be without you right now.” I sobbed to him.

He just pulled me back into a hug, “Remember when we first met? I said you were trouble because you being clumsy, slipped and I helped you gather everything. I remember arriving to class late for the first time and instantly wanting nothing to do with you after that day. That was the day I should have instantly followed my gut”

“So you’re really telling me you regret meeting me, Scott?”

“I’m saying I should’ve given up on us a long time ago. It’s my fault for dragging this on for so long, but I give up now. This is goodbye, Y/N.” He tells me sincerely.

He gives me one last kiss. His lips were always so sweet and I never understood why. Now, I felt nothing but bitterness from them. He regrets our relationship. He regrets me.

He starts walking back to the building and I shout after him, “Scott! You can’t forget our relationship. Please don’t leave me here. I really love you! We had it all, Scott. I won’t forget about us.”

He just keeps walking. He’s leaving me here a broken mess. He doesn’t even stand to hear anything else I have to say. He’s really leaving this time, I feel it.

Our love is like a song, but you won’t sing along. You’ve forgotten about us.

Originally posted by dicaprios

taglist: @empathiccally @justmesadgirl @blisssection 

2P!Russia Boyfriend Headcanons

((okay ive gotten  shit ton of passive aggressive asks for him and china and romano they’re cOmIng PatienNce ples. ))

  • hi hello is this thing on yes thaNK YOU WELCOME FOLKS
  • app*
  • okay it jus one boy
  • ur boi
  • ;)))))))))
  • wowie what a man
  • such a tol boi i mean are you short????
  • are you tall??
  • it doesn’t matter
  • he;ll do it all
  • like i can see him in sweater vests and button ups and his lil scarf for some reason just with you on his shoulders mounting a paper plate on the wall because he’s fucking weird as hecke
  • SO
  • he wont cry if you call him that dont worry he isn’t a shark he’ll just snark
  • he m e mes im so sorry,,,,,
  • like he’s such a fucking dad it’s never funny they’re all from 2009 and you’re probably cringing but he thinks its funny and he doesn’t have a visible sense of humour so you chuckle and tell him that that cat in the ceiling is hilarious
    - “how did he get up there heh sillyy cat”  
     " :,<)) gee bab e i dunno aha h ahA" *scrapes teeth along cheese grater*
  • i havent even explained oh me oh m y
  • dearest apologies friends
  • viktor is seen by most as tall, dark, and mysterious (spoiler: he is),,,
  • i see him, also, as this , like, almost snobby quiet guy?? that was brought up sheltered from the outside world?? ya dig??
  • like
  • he doesn’t suck a whole bunch, he’s just inexperienced
  • he loves to read and write and is a pacifist ((so you could sayy,,,, he wanted to write, not fight,,,, ive already made three im so sorry))
  • so,,, he does not want to fight with you, eve r
  • but he will not hesitate to tell you if he doesn’t like something you’re doing
    - my dude doesn’t have time for fuckery
    - unless it’s meant to be fun
    - like,,,
    - he doesn’t want to be mean, but he doesn’t like that you are being mean, ya dig??????
  • anyway
  • so the dude is like Ivan, just harder??? like physically and emotionally
  • he’s been very distanced from people his whole life, so he comes off as rather blunt, crude, and cold,,
  • im sorry it’s not 2011 anymore someone drag me from this pit
  • he is like francois and kuro;;;;; he likes romanticism
  • he also likes quiet
  • so gentle, quiet dates at home are his favourite
  • he isn’t one for social interaction,,,
  • but if you really wanna, then he will go !
  • he really likes ballet and opera and classy things
  • my dude will d r a g you to recitals and performances all the time
  • he’s a theater nerd
  • you can hear him humming to les mis while he reads and francois hating the room a little bit less because of it
  • i feel like he’s actually so ripped but if his skin touched sunlight he would be banished to sibera
    - welcome home comrade
  • he likes,, soft
    - if you have a soft body he has a new pillow and a lead head
    - rip @ur thighs they are asleep
  • he and francois go to poetry slams often and he wants you to come too so he knows someone
  • he will lift you
  • unexpectedly
  • anywhere
  • if you are in the way you’re on the ceiling now bye
    like,,, you are i n the spot he needs to vaccuum at that exact second right then all the time what the hecke he just mopped and you’re s t an di n g
    i n
    th e f ll oor with your s OCKs
  • yOU were just in the Ga Ra ge you H e ck  Er
  • you’re on the chandelier now
  • no you’re not he needs to dust up there get down what the fuck e
    Swifter no Sweeping™ !!
  • he is ur mom and ur dad
  • did u do ur laundry?????????????? no?????????????? good he already did like seven weeks ago catch the fuck up
    “honey where are the ??? bills???”
    “i did them approximately eighteen billion years ago? get on my level?”
  • he speaks to you *and only you* in a friendly joking way
  • he speaks fluent sarcasm to everyone
    - if you aren’t familiar with the language you will be the first day into the relationship
  • t o u c h this boy he needs your touch like he needs a  i  r
  • he will most likely complain but he is a dirty liar
  • the dude’s hair is messy 24/7 but it looks  so,,, good,,,,

  • he’s an early riser but hates waking up which is The Worst™
    - he’s got breakfast ready at 3AM tho

  • read to him! he will Die

  • if you know russian he will never speak english to you again it’s settled
    -if you don’t you will never speak english again it’s settled, he’s teaching
    boy howdy would he be a sexy teacher holy fuck

  • i feel like his ass is so firm it could crush coconuts between its cheeks
    - its its own entity

  • he unfortunately is good friends with Zao and is unfortunately dragged on unfortunate events all the time, unfortunately,,,
    - save him
    - he is a cry for help

  • he goes on trips a lot and no on knows why? like sometimes he’s gone and then he’s back and everyone is like????? where go??
    - “i was in wales. doing things.”
    “hey sorry im late i didnt want to come”

  • he sometimes calls you in the middle of the night when he wakes up from a nightmare, but most of the time if you dont answer he’ll just listen to your voicemail so he knows you’re still there


  • he gives a good ol’ massage
    - not the most empathetic but he isn’t apathetic either, he just isn’t the best comforter

  • i feel like he is vladimir putin and leisurely rides bears with matt

  • i dont understand him at all like he will be crying in his bathtub, bottle of whiskey and pure vodka mixed, watching Barbie in the Pink Shoes one second and on top of the empire state building with three pitbull bodyguards and a Gucci cigar
    - i don’t eventhink those exist but he has one??? he doesn’t even smoke that often??

  • looks super cute baking muffins in a pink apron at 4pm on a Tuesday

  • looks super cute gutting a fish on a rock in the siberian tundra at 4am on a Thursday

  • he always wears longsleeves but looks SO GOOD in short sleeves or tanks like FUCK

  • his sweaters hide his secrets but you can wear them so you know he used to want to be a cowboy when he was seven and b o u g h t a wax replica of indiana jones for his collection

  • he looks so damn good in a suit holy shit

  • i feel like he’s a tailor but only for dolls, its cute
    - he will make you origami things all the time idk why he is so good at them tho

  • he’ll wrap the two of you in a blanket burrito on a hot day and refuse to let go
    “get off my lawn”

  • youre dating a grandpa

  • he is kinda a sugar daddy tho, but he’s reserved and doesn’t wave it because he is an Adult McGrownUp

  • actually is probably a traffic conductor in his spare time, but only in andorra? on the weekends? that’s probably where he actually is

  • viktor lOves tobe called vitya and its probably as good as a daddy kink

  • clevverr, clevverrr boi

  • hs is a Good Boi i promise

  • will be ur angle or ur dev i l tho ;))

  • just ask and he’s urs


vile-priestess  asked:

Someone might have already pointed this out, but another possible bit of evidence for Kirishima being a delinquent former is that he was teaching Deku how to act like a thug in the Bakugou rescue arc. (And also Iida how to act like an advertiser for a hostess club.) Obviously, there could be some more mundane explanation for it like a family member working in a hostess bar or Kirishima cribbing stuff from movies he watched, but I do find it suspicious added to everything else.

Kirishima Trying to Teach Midoriya How to Be a Thug

Haha! Thug!Midoriya is so underappreciated. 

Midoriya wagging his chin, shouting “ora”, and pretending to be a stereotypical yankii thug is one of the funniest things in the manga. XD 

Do you think Kirishima was a part of a juvenile group like the yankiis?

Kirishima being a chinpira (juvenile delinquent) gives me chills. If you don’t know who Japanese juvenile delinquents are, they’re uhhhh…

You’ll know them if you see them. 

They’re young Japanese hooligans who act like the toughest and coolest people on Earth. They’re typically in your face and growl “ora” as sign of hostility and vulgarity. They’re rebellious, wearing dark punk clothes with black hair slicked back or punch permed. It’s common to see them in long jackets with kanji of their group names and/or motto. Other signs of a Japanese delinquent include dyed hair; rizento hair; coat capes; blunt weapons like bats or planks; grass, cigarettes, or other things sticking out their mouths; and piercings, tattoos, or other body modifications.

These delinquents are the people who make their parents cry.

Sorry, I find the idea of Kirishima teaching sweet and innocent Midoriya how to be a chinapira absolutely hilarious. XD “No Midoriya, you have to stick your chin out, be aggressive, be bad, and SHOW THEM WHO’S BOSS.”

Sorry…sorry…sorry….I probably find this funnier than any of you do. 

But yeah….the idea of Kirishima being a chinpira is SO WEIRD. I can’t imagine him being as flamboyant as them. He must have broke laws and got into fights if he were a chinpira. Is that manly? Although, there are some chinpira groups who are very honorable, having strict customs and codes and being well organized to limit violence.

Make the Best of It (2/3)

Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by fyeahmarvel

Summary: You got sucked into the MCU parallel universe and met none other than Peter Parker. And it also happens that he is your soulmate. Would you stay with Peter or return to your own universe?

A/N: The last part will be up next week. If you want to be tagged, you can leave a comment, an ask, or a pc.

Part 1 || Part 3



Peter and you shared a look. Tony continues muttering things to himself, too quiet for both of you to catch.

“Uh, what did you say?” Peter asked caustiously. Finally, Tony looks at you, his eyes lit up like a kid on christmas.

“This is historic! The multiverse is not even confirmed yet. And then you, you just travelled into a new parallel universe. Wow, wait till Bruce hears this. This is remarkable, groundbreaking, sens-

“Mr. Stark!” Peter shoots Tony a look then make a quick gesture at you.

Tony clears his throat to compose himself. “Sorry, it must be terrible for you.”

Peter cast a worried glance at you at Tony’s bluntness, which you don’t seem to mind.  With the awestruck look on your face as you stare at Tony, it’s safe to say that you quite like being in another universe. You get to meet the Iron Man after all.

“No, not at all. It is quite amazing,” You said, looking around Tony’s lab excitedly. Peter shakes his head fondly. He remembers you mentioning how they are characters in movies and comic books. You must be a fan or something.

Tony went over to a table and pulled up a hologram in front of him. He gestured for you and Peter to come closer.

“I’m not an expert in quantum physics. Well, I could be by tomorrow if I want to.” Peter rolled his eyes at this. “But, although I hate to say this, this might be something difficult for science to solve. Don’t worry, I know just the man who can.”

Before you could stop yourself, you let out a  loud gasp. “Doctor Strange?!” You asked Tony, practically jumping with excitement.

Tony raises an eyebrow at this, and turned to Peter. “Quite the fangirl is she?”

Peter only shrugged at this. Then the hologram shows a screen which Stephen Strange appears next.

“Doctor Strange!”

“Who’s that? How does she know me? Did you adopt another kid again?” Strange asks.

“No, I didn’t. Also, I didn’t adopt Spiderling.” Tony said. You noticed how Peter’s cheeks went slightly red at this. It’s cute. “Is it possible to wake up in another parallel universe?”

“If the stars and universe aligns just right, yes it’s possible, but not likely.”

“Well then, it seems like it has.” Tony gestured to you. You gave Strange a tiny wave as he observed you. “Don’t tell me the stars and universe have to align to bring Y/N back.”

Strange looks at you apologetically. “I’m afraid it is. Don’t worry though. The next time it happens would be…” He clasps his hand together as he thinks. “…in 2 months.

“2 months?! My parents would think I’m dead by then.”

“I’m sorry. There’s nothing we can do about that.” Strange said. “I have to go. Good luck Y/N.”

The screen shifts to black. Tony turns to look at you, a guilty look on his face. “Sorry kid. Looks like you’re stuck here for 2 months.”

You waved him off. “It’s not your fault Mr. Stark. Besides, I get to spend time with my soulmate.” You grin, nudging Peter with your elbow.

Tony’s eyebrows shoots up. “You’re soulmates?” Peter nodded, a blush visible on his cheeks. “You’re on a summer break right? Why don’t you go on dates,” Tony suggested, fishing into his pocket then holds out a credit card to you.

“W-what? I can’t take this Mr. Star-“

“It’s Tony. And I don’t like to be refused.” Tony insisted, placing the card on your palm.

“Thank you M- Tony.” You said, staring at the gold card.

“Yeah, yeah go have some fun.”

Peter guided you to the exit before turning to look back at Tony. “Thanks, Mr. Stark.”

“Tony. Go before I kick you out, Spiderling.” Tony threatens playfully. You noticed how fond he actually is of Peter with the way he said Spiderling. You’ve always liked the idea of Tony being a father figure to Peter.


Both of you had agreed that the perfect first date, would be at home watching a Star Wars marathon. Tony asked Happy to take you home, but not before taking a quick stop at Mr.Delmar’s. Which Peter said, has the best sandwich in Queens.

“The usual Parker?” Mr. Delmar said as you and Peter enter the deli.

“Yeah, but make it 2 please.”  

Mr. Delmar finally notices you standing there and raised his eyebrows. “Who’s this Parker? You on a date?”

The tip of Peter’s ears turned pink as he stutters, still unsure if it’s a date or not.

“Yes. I’m Y/N, his soulmate.” You smirked when Mr. Delmar’s mouth open in surprise. Oh, you could get use to this.

One of Mr. Delmar’s employee brought out their sandwiches, and Peter insisted on paying for everything. It’s not like you have any money so you let him. You’re definitely not going to use Tony’s credit card for 5 dolllars sandwiches.

“Have fun kids! But not too much fun.”

“Mr. Delmar!” Peter splutters, a horrified look on his face. You laughed, feeling yourself blush from the comment. It’s no worse than Peter though, who’s whole face had flushed red as tomato.


With the third Star Wars movie playing, you found yourself cuddled with Peter on the couch with the lights dimmed. Your head is lying on top of Peter chest, he had one arm wrapped around your figure.

“Peter, the last time you’re on the movie, you’re sophomore. Are you a junior now?”

“I’ll be a senior when school starts. I remember you mentioning something about an essay. You in college?” Peter asked, his fingers toying with the ends of your hair.

“Yeah. I hope you don’t feel weird having an older soulmate or whatever.”

“No, of course not. I- I really like you Y/N. I know it’s only been 2 days, but I feel this sort of pull whenever I’m near you. I guess that’s what people say is the soulmate connection.” You shifted so you could see him better.

“I like you too Peter. But we only have 2 months before I have to go back.”

“Then we make the best of it. The universe got us to meet for a reason.” Peter smiled at you softly, and you lose yourself in his eyes.

“Okay.” For now you won’t think of how you will be separated. That is for another time.

“C-can I kiss you?” Peter stuttered, eyes still focused on yours. You nodded and slowly you both closed the distance, connecting your lips in a sweet kiss.  

“Not bad for a first kiss.”

“H-how do you know that?” Peter asked, his cheeks still rosy from the kiss.

You leaned back onto his chest and hummed in contet. “Oh just a lucky guess.” Eyes closed, you relaxed with the rise and fall of Peter’s chest and the thumps of his steady heart that beats in sync with yours.


May came home late at night, feeling exhausted after her late shift. That feeling however, melts away when she sees them. Peter and Y/N were cuddled up on the couch, asleep with the soft blare of the T.V on the background.

They looked so peaceful and happy that May couldn’t help but let out a tiny aww.

She grabbed a blanket and tiptoes, careful not to wake them up. After covering them with the blanket, she turned the T.V off and left to her room, leaving Peter and Y/N with the warm glow of their tattoos.


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A Good Brother

Since he was a little boy, Charles Weasley saw Voldemort as his personal boggeyman. Even if  he’d never met the man in person, little Charlie was terrified of that person who’s name shouldn’t be said that made his parents sad and angry. He would ask every night for his  parents to check under his bed if he wasn’t there. The idea of a mass murderer hiding in his son’s room always started an ugly laughter in Arthur Weasley’s throat. But every night, he complied and assured Charlie he was safe and had nothing to fear. It was a lie of course. They both knew it.

Charlie knew he was right to be scared when he was eight and he saw his mother cry for the first time. He entered the kitchen one morning and saw her curled on her chair, a piece of parchement resting on the table. Charlie sneaked in to try and read the paper. His first fear was that something happened to one of his brothers. Because that was what his dad and mum often talked about when they thought Bill and Charlie were asleep. The words were small and complicated, but Charlie could decypher two names, Fabian and Gideon. His parents hated lying to their children, so they told them that their uncles were fighting You-Know-Who and died.  They didn’t say they were killed, but Charlie kind of understood that. He wasn’t sure what death really was just yet, but Bill told him it meant he would never see his uncles again. When he saw the twin caskets, a couple days later and watched them disappear in the ground, Charlie cried. He didn’t make a noise, because no one was talking, and you’re not supposed to be loud if everyone else is quiet. He simply gripped Bill’s hand and followed him around. For years, Charlie would dream of twin caskets in which his siblings were resting.

At school, Charlie was gentle and popular enough that people didn’t make fun of him if he ever got surprised crying because he was missing his brothers and sister. They would simply go look  for Bill, and later Percy, and either would comfort him and help him write letters home. Charlie was terribly bad with words and never knew how to get his thoughts across. In return for his letters, he would get drawings and pictures. He kept them preciously in his bedside table.

When he was thirteen, Charlie kissed a girl. She was pretty and smelled nice but even he didn’t feel much. There was no butterfly or firework in his belly like he’d been told he’d feel. At sixteen, Charlie kissed a boy, and though it was nice enough too, it wasn’t special enough to have him wanting to do it often. He’d learned about dragons the previous year though, during a class of Care About Magical Creatures. That lit his eyes up and made him daydream far more than any kisses could.

Charlie left Hogwarts the summer before Ron entered it. He left home in August, and headed to Romania to study dragons. He’d already read every book from the Library and was ready to meet people who’d understand his passion. Charlie made friends, and was teased for chosing a hermit life  in forests with giant lizards over becoming a Quidditch star. He didn’t mind, because at the end of the day, he got to see dragon eggs and share hot cocoa with his colleagues. The highlight of his year was still when his parents and sister came to visit. He also managed to get Bill to drop by. They got drunk and Bill listened to him cry about how much he missed all of their siblings. Charlie kept the drawings and photographs in a tiny box in his trunk. When spring came around and he received Ron’s letter asking him to smuggle a baby dragon, all his friends exploded in laughter and were ready to go before he even finished his explanations. They already knew Charlie would do anything for his siblings.

Charlie wasn’t there when Ron got hurt saving the world at the end of his first year. He came back for summer and bought Ron as many candies as he could eat. Sometimes, being a good brother is in discreet celebrations.

Charlie wasn’t there when his baby sister got possessed and left for dead in a mythical chamber. When summer came and Ginny left school, paler and more silenced than ever, Charlie kept a vigilant  eye on her. He didn’t go back to Romania for months. And when Arthur won the Daily Prophet Grand Prise Galleon Draw, Charlie was the one to suggest they should all go visit Bill. Sometimes, being a good brother is knowing your presence and a change of scenary are the best medicine.

Charlie was there when the Death Eaters attacked supporters celebrating a victory - or drinking the bitter taste of loss away. He went to fight alongside the Ministry to protect his siblings and everyone who needed it. He also stayed the rest of the summer in the Burrow. Sometimes, being a good brother is making sure your siblings and their friends have an open ear if they need to talk their fears away.

Charlie wasn’t there when Harry, his adopted but estranged sibling, watched Voldemort come back from the dead. From Charlie’s childhood nightmares. He learned about it in one of Ginny’s letters and got his worst burns when her words resonnated in his head as he was tending a dragon. In his head, Ginny had that same terrified voice as when she was twelve and asking him if Tom would come back. Charlie felt like he’d been lying to her for years, telling her she was safe and had nothing to fear. That Tom would never come back. Sometimes, being a good brother is forgetting how life doesn’t always follow your hopes.

Charlie wasn’t there when his father got attacked by an evil snake. Charlie wasn’t there when Dumbledore’s tiny army raided the Ministry. He came back to see the greying hair on his father’s head and the scars on Ron’s arms. Ron laughed it off. Charlie cried it out. Sometimes, being a good brother is shading tears other people won’t cry.

Charlie lived in Romania. He loved it, loved the people, the country, and above all his job. But when Charlie came back to Bill’s comatose and broken face, he considered never leaving again. Bill had always been his best friend, his safety in the chaos that was their family. Charlie hugged Fleur and helped her chose her wedding dress. He was Bill’s best man and joked, more than once, that Bill was actually the best man he knew. The three of them got drunk at a pub a few miles from the Burrow and he recalled every embarassing moment of Bill’s childhood. Sometimes, being a good brother is making your sibling blush and hit you in the face as their fiancée is bending in laughter and coughing beer out of her nose.

Charlie wasn’t there when Fred died.

Charlie was there to see his mother cry and his brothers collapse.

Charlie was there to see Ginny stand, tall and proud and clutching Harry’s hand so she wouldn’t get lost.

Sometimes, being a good brother is knowing that there are days when you can’t be the good brother.

Charlie was there when Victoire was born.

Charlie was there to see Bill cry and his siblings scream.

Charlie was there to hold the tiny baby and let her grip his finger.

Charlie was there when Ginny wrote that she was pregnant and wanted to see him. Everytime.

Charlie was there when Fred II asked to learn how to fly and neither George nor Angelina had the heart to teach him.

Charlie was there when Lucy got in another fight with her parents and needed a place to let her anger out. He was also there to bring her back home and make sure she’d apologize to Percy.

Charlie was there when Hugo felt inadequate and lonely in their giant family.

Charlie was there to talk about kissing boys and girls, about how sometimes people liked it and sometimes they just didn’t care.

Charlie was there to give pets as presents, as siblings and in-laws pretended they didn’t know about it.

Charlie was there every step of the way in his nieces and nefews’ lifes.

He quickly needed a larger box to gather all the drawings and pictures he kept receiving. (Hermione gave him an enchanted one)

Sometimes, being a good brother is being a good uncle.