and that will never happen again

Love Me Back - Peter Parker

Summary: Y/N is Peter’s best friend and she’s in love with him (CLICHE I KNOW), however he’s in love with someone else.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 2000 exactly!

A/N: This is kinda sucky not gonna lie, but we’ll see. I’m trying to improve on setting scenes and stuff. I think I’m decent at writing emotions, but not on describing them in detail… (also posting from mobile!!) ANYWAY I had fun writing the end and I hope you enjoy!!


The bell had just rung for first period was Peter walked up to you. “Hey Pete.”

“Hey Y/N. Did you hear about Liz?” His face lit up whenever he spoke about Liz, but you always ignored it. You were too focused on him in general; You were in love with the boy.

“No, did something happen?” You frowned.

“Nah, she’s just having a party and she invited me, you, Ned and Michelle.”

“You know she doesn’t like to
be called Michelle, it’s MJ now.”
“She’ll always be Michelle whether she likes it or not.” He said with a smirk on his face. You could feel your heart pounding and the butterflies in your stomach whenever you were with him. Everything Peter did could make you melt…

“I don’t think I’m gonna go to the party… It’s just-”

“Not your thing?” MJ interrupted. “Even I’m going, Y/N. You have to!”

She leaned in to you. “Peter told me he’s gonna confess to Liz tonight, you have to!”

You shook your head. “Sorry Pete, I’ll have to think about it. MJ, we should get to French class.”

“Bye Y/N, Bye Michelle.” He emphasized Michelle, and she narrowed her eyes.

“It’s MJ!”

As you two got farther away from Peter, you began interrogating her. “How did you find this out… And why is he?”

“He told me after Liz invited us, and I’m not sure why exactly… But like I said before, you should go because it might be your last chance.”

“I hate parties.” You let out a sigh. Peter had been head over heels in love with Liz since seventh grade. It was annoying at first, but now it just hurt you, because you were head over heels in love with him. “However, if tonight’s the night then…”

“Yes! You’re finally gonna do it!” MJ almost yelled.

“Shhh, keep your voice down MJ.” You laughed.

You walked into Liz’s party wearing more make-up than normal, a tight black dress, and heels that really made your legs look nice. You obviously looked good on purpose; tonight was going to be your night. The loud atmosphere was suffocating and hot, which was reason number one why you hated parties. Flash Thompson was yelling “Penis Parker”, and you could see Peter with Ned in the corner. He looked annoyed with Flash, but then he locked eyes with you. Your heart fluttered, and you gave Peter a small wave. He was just starting to walk towards you when MJ appeared almost out of no-where.

“You came. I kinda wish I didn’t come now, though.” She looked around.

You leaned in and whispered, “Nice cock-block, Peter was just walking over to me!”

You leaned over her shoulder to look for Peter. You had to tell him how you felt tonight, otherwise you might lose him to Liz.

“Why don’t we do something for awhile… Like, hide from all of these people?”

“Michelle, we’ll be fine!” You laughed. “But if-” You began, only to be interrupted…

“Damn Y/N, you look really good tonight!” Flash said towards you. He scanned your body and gave you a grin. He always hit on you at school, but right now was a new experience. “Do you think you wanna maybe dance with me tonight?”
You rolled your eyes at him.

“I reject you at school, and I’ll reject you here too, Flash. No, please leave us alone…”

Flash left you alone for the rest of the night, but you got some more attention from some asshole seniors. You thought it was funny how once you showed off your curves, they were suddenly interested in you.

You had lost MJ awhile back, so you were alone in a crowd of people. You were squeezing your way in between bodies when your arm was grabbed. It was Liz. She pulled you towards a group, which consisted of MJ, Ned, a guy from your English class, and Peter. When you joined the group, all eyes turned to you.

“Y/N, I was looking for you!” MJ said impatiently.

“Sorry, I got caught up with Flash again. He won’t leave me alone…”

Peter laughed. “Well if you hadn’t dressed like that-”

“Excuse me? God forbid I wanted to look nice, Peter.”

He didn’t say anything to you after that. The conversation was carried on in the group, and you wish you’d paid attention to Liz and Peter… The way they looked at eachother you should’ve known something was up, but you were oblivious and the night continued on.

The group eventually dispersed, and you had gone to the bathroom to take a break. It’d been a long night, so you decided to leave. You were on your way out when someone outside caught your eye. It was Peter.

Cold licked at your face and crept under your clothes as you pushed open the glass door. You saw Peter looking up at the stars, and you contemplated for a moment if this moment could be anymore perfect. When the door behind you shut, Peter’s head snapped to you, and you could see the corners of his mouth slide upwards. The moonlight spilled onto his chest and shoulders.

You stepped towards Peter, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. This was going to be your moment, you just felt it. You stood next to him, watching as he stared at the stars.

“The stars really are something, aren’t they?” He said, with his eyes still on the stars.
“Yes, they are. My mom always said stars were like angels, that they watch over you in the darkest of times.”

“That’s weird but cute…” His eyebrows furrowed.

You let out a small laugh. “My mom always was kind of a hippie… Oh, by the way, I didn’t appreciate what you said about my outfit earlier!”

He frowned. “What? It’s true. You can’t come here looking-”

“I can do whatever the hell I want! And I actually wanted to look good for once…” Your voice faltered.

“Okay, fine, I’m sorry. You do look really good if it makes you feel any better.” You could feel your cheeks turn pink, but you were thankful your blush was concealed by the darkness of the night.

“So, what are you doing out here? Isn’t it a little cold?” He spoke as he wrapped the jacket he was wearing a few seconds ago around you.
“As Elsa once said, ‘The cold never bothered me anyway.’” You said, tucking your hair behind your ear. “But I really don’t like parties. It was just too many people… And I was kind of looking for you.”

“Me?” He questioned.

“Yeah, it’s just…” You took in a sharp breath of the icy air. “This is really hard for me to admit, Pete, but I guess… I like you?”

“Y/N…” He began.

“You know, like-like? Okay that sounds really immature I guess the term would be love-” You were rambling before he interrupted you.

“I-I thought MJ or Liz would’ve told you by now…” Peter broke his gaze from you, looking at the ground now. His tone sounded sympathetic, and you felt your heart drop. You bit your lip trying to stop any tears, because now you knew he wasn’t going to tell you he loved you back. “Liz and I, we’ve kinda been a thing… But I guess now we’re official.”

Tears slowly poured out of your eyes as you shut them. “Yeah, of course… Well I’m sorry this is awkward. Now I feel like an idiot.”

You could feel his eyes once again on you. “Y/N, you shouldn’t… You’re an amazing girl and one of my best friends! Any guy would be lucky to have you!”

“Peter, just don’t. Don’t give me that speech. Fuck that.” You exhaled, and wiped your cheeks. You couldn’t look him in the eyes.“Do me a favor and don’t tell anyone about this. It’s extremely embarrassing. Goodbye, Peter.” You turned on your heel and began to walk away when he grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, you don’t have to leave. Liz and I were just gonna start a game of truth or dare!”

“Are you kidding me right now?” You looked
up at him now, aware that your nose was probably red and your cheeks stained. “I just told you I love you and you want me to play games with you and your girlfriend? Don’t you realize how much this hurts me!”

Peter stared back at you, not knowing what to say. “Peter… I don’t think we can really be friends anymore…”

“Come on, don’t say that… It’s been you and me since 6th grade.”

“That’s thing! It’s been you and me since 6th grade, and you’ve still never caught on that I like you, asshole!” You knew it wasn’t his fault he didn’t love you back it was just a fact of life. “I’m sorry… Goodbye, Peter.” You turned on your heel, and started walking away when he grabbed your wrist.

“Y/N, I’m not gonna let you leave” You didn’t turn around, but instead squeezed your eyes shut and jerked your hand away. You peeled his jacket off of your shoulders, allowing it to fall on the ground. You weren’t going to stay here, you weren’t even going to go back into the house. You snuck out the side gate unnoticed, which you were thankful for.

On the dark and lonely walk home, you let the sobs escape and the tears to fall on the ground. You felt like your heart had just been stepped on, and you never would wish this type of heartbreak on your worst enemy.

The worst part of it all was you found away to blame yourself. Maybe if you’d been smarter or prettier like Liz, he would’ve looked at you more than a friend. Maybe if you’d admitted your feelings for him earlier, he would’ve felt the same way. Now it was too late, and felt as if you’d never fall in love again.

Your phone was buzzing and ringing non-stop in your purse, but you just ignored everything. You knew it was gonna be MJ and Peter, maybe even Ned.

You got home an hour later with tear-stained cheeks, numb toes, and an aching heart.
You took out your phone, and the screen was filled up with phone calls and text messages from Ned, MJ, Peter, and even Flash. Flash was just asking you out again, though. You scrolled through some messages.

MJ💖: Hey, Peter told me what happened. Are you okay?

MJ💖: Let me know when you get home. I need to know you’re okay.

Pete😎: Y/N please pick up I need to talk to you

Pete😎: I’m sorry please

You just scrolled past Peter’s messages. You didn’t need him to break your heart anymore.

Ned👽: Y/N I’m really sorry about Peter. I hope we can still be friends!

Ned👽: MJ and I are really worried please text back as soon as you see this.

MJ💖: Y/N please tell me if you’re okay!!
You unlocked your phone and replied to MJ:

I’m not really okay, but I’m home safe.

You went and sat down on your bed, and let the sobs rack your body. You’re parents were out of town for the week, and you were thankful for the solitude. An hour later, you were laying in bed in nothing but a big Star Wars shirt. Your cheeks were as wet as the pavement outside from the rain. You knew you weren’t going to get any sleep tonight.

Your thought were interrupted by a tap on the window. You jumped out of bed in fear, because who’d tap on an apartment window three stories up at this ungodly hour? You quickly turned your light on to see a man in red and blue.

You slowly crept over to the window, and slid it up, allowing the frigid air into your room. You couldn’t believe the person before your eyes…

“Spider-Man?” You said almost in a whisper.

when the flowers bloom | taehyung

Originally posted by aestaetically

Genre: Angst

➳ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: None

Word count:  1,119

A/N: Inspired by Spring Day, though I’m not exactly sure where the idea came from other than that~ I’m kinda proud of this considering i wrote it all in one sitting, even though I’m meant to be on semi-hiatus, but oh well~ Feedback, please? :’)  

Winter, December…

You glanced up at the sky, watching delicate snowflakes spiral through the air, drifting to and fro before hitting the warm material of your coat. Your shaking fingers fumbled to do each button up, hands discoloured from the cold weather as you sat waiting for the train to approach the station. Exhaling with a soft puff of white air escaping your lips, you allowed your mind to drift away with the snowflakes in the air. You pictured - with a twinge of pain in your heart - Taehyung sitting beside you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as his chin gently rests on your shoulder. You pictured his lips curved up into his beautiful, and painfully familiar box smile, his pearly whites gleaming through. 

Your fingers brushed along your frozen cheek absentmindedly as you remembered the fleeting feeling of his kiss and the soft touch of his plump lips echoing against your skin. His once loving words echoing through your ears, your body suddenly missing his warmth as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

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Anonymous asked: Can you write one where she is Peter Parkers older sis. No powers herself but knows he’s Spider-Man- she goes to Germany with him and before the fight, she goes for a walk & bumps into either Scott Lang or Bucky and doesn’t recognise them and they hit it off? Any ending you like :3

Here you are! I do not own Peter, Tony, Bucky, or Steve. They belong to Marvel. 

Warnings: Slight angst and slight fluff. 

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader, Peter Parker x sister!reader, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers.

Originally posted by sebbystanimagines

“You are so taking me with you,” you told your younger brother, whose eyes widened in fear. “Uh-uh. No way! Mr. Stark, tell her she can’t.” You crossed your arms over your chest and looked at Tony, daring him to argue. “I’m not getting in the middle of a family dispute here, kid. I’ve already got one of my own.” Peter turned back to you and you smirked. “No, Y/N.” Your smirked deepened. “You let me come…or I’m telling Aunt May.”

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Rowaelin (sorry not sorry)

“I’m sorry,” he croaked out, holding her icy hand in his, eyes closed as tears formed behind them. “I’m sorry Fireheart. I’m sorry, for hating you, for not seeing how broken you were. I’m sorry I couldn’t see how much you needed a light.” Nothing happened. He had never once apologized to her when she was with him… He was trying now, in case his sorrow could reach her and being her back. But there was no sudden jerk of her fingers or beating of her heart. He doubted she could even hear his words, but he needed to try, for her, his mate who never- would never- have enough time to love. “I’m sorry I never realised, that you were my mate. I’m sorry I never noticed. I’m sorry that I couldn’t save you. That you had to be strong all over again and I wasn’t there. I’m sorry Fireheart, I’m so, so, sorry.” And still, nothing changed. “I miss you. Every day I miss you. Like a knife is piercing into my heart, twisting into it and slowly killing me. I miss your smile, your eyes, your voice. I miss your body against mine. I miss your scent.” Nothing was changing, she wasn’t returning to him and his voice cracked as the tears streamed down his cheeks. “I miss kissing you, because we never did that enough. I miss every moment I didn’t take time to savour. I miss every night, when we would lie there, just you and me, and even, just for a second, we were infinite.” The sound of blades being sharped filled his ears, men and woman shouting at one another to be ready, horses being shoed and armor tightened. But not the sound of her heartbeat. Of either of their heartbeats. “I should’ve reached you sooner. I should’ve loved you harder. I should’ve noticed.” His eyes flickered briefly to the small swell of her stomach. “I should’ve found you,” he choked out, gripping her hand harder. It was so, so cold, no fire burning underneath her skin. He wanted to kiss her, as if it might bring her back to him, but he felt, as if kissing her might steal the last breath lying buried and dormant in her body and he couldn’t bring himself to take it. “It should’ve been me. Gods know I deserve it after everything I’ve done.” His whole body shook as he prayed, and prayed for his Fireheart to come back to him. Prayers weren’t working. Not even Mala was listening to his pleas. Not even the Gods, could give him his Fireheart because they wanted their freedom more than his joy. “I can’t do this,” he whispered unsteadily. “I can’t be alone again…” Footsteps came closer to the tent.
“Rowan,” Aedion called, brushing back the tent flaps. “Everyone’s ready,” he sighed, taking in the sight of his cousin who lay, dead, on the bed roll. They were too late. All of them to late, and too stupid to notice what she had done to save them, and they were almost saved, almost… Rowan, did not feel as if he had been saved.
“I need time,” Rowan muttered, trying to make his voice even. He didn’t just need time, he needed a miracle. He needed his Fireheart- His mate.
“Five minutes. It’s all we have.” Rowan nodded and Aedion left. He looked once more at his Fireheart, who was lifeless and without her flames. 
“I miss you,” he croaked. “I miss the future we could’ve had, the life, the family.” Once more, his eyes flickered too the bump on her stomach. She’d been with child, and now his Fireheart, and his child, were dead, and he was living his worst nightmare all over again. “Come back to me,” he pleaded, the tears dripping off his cheeks and onto the hand he still clutched in wild desperation. “Please. I’ll do anything, just come home.” But she didn’t, and the five minutes were soon over and he had to leave the tent. He had to leave his Fireheart once more. When he came back, he too, would be dead. He knew it, the way you knew certain things. To get to Erawan, he would die in the process, and it would make him happy. If the Gods could not grant him his joy, he would fight his way through every hell for it.

He’d be with his Fireheart once more.

And Lysandra and Aedion could rule Terrasen, rule it in the ways Aelin would’ve wanted. 

And he’d be happy, to be dead and with his Fireheart. 

So he walked onto that battlefield, chin high and with an army behind him. And he fought- he was always savage when he fought and anger made him worse. People would speak of the way he fought, long after he was buried, as if a fire had burned inside of him and shielded him until he was walking towards Erawan and swinging his sword. And maybe, Aelin’s fire had burned within him, and protected him, and sheltered him in the love she couldn’t give him when they were separated by heaven and hell. 

He killed his way to Erawan and then he killed Erawan and himself.

But he saved everyone.

And he died. 

And he was happy, because his Fireheart was waiting.

Ninjago Eclipse Headcanon

The rare lunar eclipse was a huge fascination in Ninjago, but the news of a solar eclipse? Now that’s awesome!

All the ninja of course are excited for it, but only one Ninja’s excitement quadruples the others.

Cole. He’s a sheltered astronomer, and none of the other ninja know except Zane. When he was a kid, he never really found interest in tiny glowing dots in the sky, but when he ran away and began climbing mountains, he discovered so many rarities in the sky. He would spend multiple nights on the highest peaks in Ninjago just staring at the bazillion stars that people in the city could never imagine. The moon was so close to him he could almost touch it. He witnessed a few lunar eclipses throughout his years on the mountains. The moon would slowly turn an eerie green before returning to its creamy white face. Later he did research (without Zane and Jay knowing of course) and discovered the green was from the atmosphere of their planet.

Zane only found out Cole loved the night sky only a few nights after he met him. Zane had trouble sleeping so he would wander the monastery in the middle of the night. One pitch black night he looked up and Cole was laying back on the roof of the monastery just gazing upwards. He joined him, making Cole uncomfortable for a few minutes, but calmed down as he pointed out galaxies and constellations. Zane was fascinated as well, because the “sky was making tiny pictures.” Zane and Cole to this day will spend countless nights staring at countless stars.

But a solar eclipse! Cole had never witnessed one, and scientists guess that it will never happen again for over a hundred years. While the ninja all went out and bought some glasses, him and Jay built a special pair just for Cole. He wanted to learn all he could about this rare event.

Cole organized the viewing party to be in the lawn of their Temple. Zane baked some snacks, Ray and Kai maned the grill, Nya provided the drinks (Ronin snuck some in too), and Cole made a circular solar eclipse cake, chocolate on the inside with a bit of vanilla circumnavigating the chocolate.

Yang helped move their floating temple to the Path of Totality, where they would get the best view of the phenomenon. Cole didn’t have words to express how excited he was. While he was bouncing around the party talking up the sun, all the other ninja were cautious, wondering if this eclipse, like the last ying-yang lunar would cause another threat on the city.

grimes / starter sentences.

feel free to change the pronouns to make these fit!

  • ❛  everybody thinks that i’m boring.  ❜
  • ❛  when you say my name, i know you love me.  ❜
  • ❛  i’m no longer happy there.  ❜
  • ❛  oh, where is my heart?  ❜
  • ❛  i am not in love.  ❜
  • ❛  i’m kinda sick of getting old.  ❜
  • ❛  i won’t break your heart.  ❜
  • ❛  leave me now.  ❜
  • ❛  i don’t know.  ❜
  • ❛  skies will brighten.  ❜
  • ❛  i was blinded.  ❜
  • ❛  i wait all day.  ❜
  • ❛  i can’t give my heart.  ❜
  • ❛  you only need me.  ❜
  • ❛  i gave you all of this.  ❜
  • ❛  i wasn’t scared.  ❜
  • ❛  i know the truth.  ❜
  • ❛  hold me.  ❜
  • ❛  i wanna know.  ❜
  • ❛  do you want it?  ❜
  • ❛  it’s hurting.  ❜
  • ❛  i know i’m holding on to dust.  ❜
  • ❛  i can be your bride.  ❜
  • ❛  you don’t love me anymore.  ❜
  • ❛  i have waited before.  ❜
  • ❛  thinking of her all my life.  ❜
  • ❛  do you know the way?  ❜
  • ❛  this is the end.  ❜
  • ❛  i need you in the storm.  ❜
  • ❛  i reach for the dark.  ❜
  • ❛  i got my mind.  ❜
  • ❛  i got my heart.  ❜
  • ❛  can’t seem to begin.  ❜
  • ❛  i’ll leave you, if you want to!  ❜
  • ❛  our infinite love!  ❜
  • ❛  my heart will never feel.  ❜
  • ❛  i’m the one in love.  ❜
  • ❛  see you on a dark night.  ❜
  • ❛  it’s always something.  ❜
  • ❛  go where you want to go.  ❜
  • ❛  when you get there, you’ll be wishing you were back home.  ❜
  • ❛  i’m a ghost.  ❜
  • ❛  i don’t need hands to touch me.  ❜
  • ❛  be a body.  ❜
  • ❛  i would say yes.  ❜
  • ❛  my wait is you.  ❜
  • ❛  i know you’re faced with something.  ❜
  • ❛  i hate that you’re leaving.  ❜
  • ❛  you act like nothing ever happened.  ❜
  • ❛  so why don’t you talk to me?  ❜
  • ❛  i know the way.  ❜
  • ❛  this music makes me cry.  ❜
  • ❛  you only like me when you think i’m looking sad.  ❜
  • ❛  i didn’t think you’d end up treating me so bad.  ❜
  • ❛  broken my own heart again. ❜
  • ❛  i get carried away.  ❜
  • ❛  the things they see in me, i cannot see myself.  ❜
  • ❛  you claw, you fight, you lose.  ❜
  • ❛  i saw a light in you.  ❜
  • ❛  you never liked me anyway.  ❜
  • ❛  i don’t see the light i saw in you before.  ❜
  • ❛  you destroyed everything that you know.  ❜
  • ❛  i’m only a man.  ❜
  • ❛  i do what i can.  ❜
  • ❛  sometimes people say that i’m a big time bomb.  ❜
  • ❛  everything i love becomes everything i do.  ❜
  • ❛  i think i love you.  ❜
  • ❛  everything i love is consolation after you.  ❜
  • ❛  i’m high on adrenaline.  ❜
  • ❛  gonna dance all night.  ❜
  • ❛  i don’t need your medicine.  ❜
  • ❛  easily, i’m the sweetest damn thing you ever saw.  ❜
  • ❛  it was too good to be true.  ❜
  • ❛  i was only looking for a human to reciprocate.  ❜
  • ❛  give me a sign.  ❜
  • ❛  don’t be unkind.  ❜
  • ❛  don’t you cry.  ❜
  • ❛  i could live in the world just like a stranger.  ❜
  • ❛  angels will cry when it’s raining.  ❜
  • ❛  live as yourself.  ❜
  • ❛  there is harmony in everything.  ❜
Why I Love Jonerys

Thanks to the ship that got me onto social media

Thanks to the ship that made me want to share my fics again instead of letting them pile up in notebooks in my closet

Thanks to the ship that showed me that the best kinds of love can take a while to happen 

Thanks to the ship that introduced me to characters that changed my life and I will defend until my death

Thanks to my muses for making sure that I literally never run out of words

Thanks to the ship that encouraged me to start my poster and Funko pop collection

Thanks to the ship that inspired my cats’ names

Thanks to the ship that was a bigger part of my 13-16 year old self than any person, place, or idea

Thanks to the ship that taught me to throw off haters and not listen to them because they’re entitled to their wrong opinion

Thanks to the ship that was mine for so many years because no one else I knew watched it and had no idea who ‘Daenerys Targaryen’ was

Thanks to the ship that dragged me out of my comfort zone because if Daenerys can conquer a city, you can talk to someone new 

Thanks to the ship that I never once doubted was canon 

Thanks to the ship that introduced me to this show

Thanks to the ship that has led me to make so many friends-because if I know you watch Game of Thrones, I can talk to you for hours about it

Thanks to the ship that everyone else told me I shouldn’t be into because it’s fake and fake things can’t have an impact in your real life

Thanks to the ship that made me cry over a CGI green screen

Thanks to the ship that I fell in love with and then couldn’t figure out how to get over

Thanks to the ship that inspired my love for high fantasy

Thanks to the ship that led to the longest, slowest, slow burn fic I’ve ever written in my life

Thanks to the ship that helped me find the person I want to be

Thanks to the ship that made me love dragons and direwolves even more than I already did

I guess I’m not a veteran shipper. I’ve only been on board since 2014 because when the show started I was 10, when I fell in love with it I was 13, when I was 14 I read the books, when I was 15 I watched the show and now I’m 16 and this is the first time I’ve watched a season live from beginning to end. But that doesn’t make what this ship has done for me any less real or less meaningful, at least to me. 

Thanks to the ship that’s going to be canon. Thanks to the ship that got me shipping like I have never shipped anything before, that got me writing fics like i’ve never written before, that got me into a fandom community when my fandoms have always been a solitary pursuit. 

Thanks to the ship that showed me how to be brave. 

anonymous asked:

I noticed a lot of people seem to think that Dany will have kids again. Something magically "fixes" her womb. Or that the person who told her she couldn't have kids was unreliable. Of course this means that her and Jon will have babies and the line of succession will continue. For me this feels like such a reach, and almost an unwillingness to see other possibilities. Thoughts?

((Ok, this got kind of long, but I wanted to give you a decent answer, because it’s such a great question, such a loaded question, at that…and I think it deserves one.))

Honestly? If that were to happen, it would, quite possibly, be the most cliche, predictable plot twist in the history of anything I have ever read or watched. I mean, even LotR had ‘The Scouring of the Shire’ to offset the cliche happy ending of Return of the King. Which, sadly, wasn’t even in the movie. But that’s a post/rant for another day.

Here’s the thing. I think there are two kinds of people: those who are perfectly content with what we have been conditioned to expect, because it is what we know. We recognize the plot turns, and they feel familiar to our collective consciousness, so I think, on some level, we automatically, subconsciously follow where they lead us and desire for it to end in the way we expect, to complete that cycle of expectation. And then you have the opposite. After all, every action has a reaction, right? So, after a while, after stories and stories which use the same plot points, over and over again, to an extent where they become cliche, a little dull and almost laughable in their predictably…you get the backlash of that. You get the people who want something different, who long for the ‘other’, the road less traveled, JUST. SOMETHING. ELSE. It’s where the idea of the ‘anti-hero’ and the ‘underdog’ comes from: our desire to see something different play out, a different kind of dynamic or characterization. 

Now, I’m not trying to imply that the people who fit into the former are somehow less than (I only have a problem when they insult those who believe otherwise…as stans and shippers are so often known to do). After all, we were all part of that group once. We all have been conditioned. In fact, we cannot rebel at all if we were not conditioned to the norm first. There has to be something for us to rebel against. So, I was once extremely guilty of wanting what felt right, what felt true, what felt like it ‘fit’ somehow. But I am now, after years of watching the same thing play out, firmly in the camp of people who seem to automatically rebel against anything like that.

In fact, you can pretty much guarantee that if something seems the obvious choice, I will want the opposite. I can’t help it. Predictability, obviousness is the death of creativity in my eyes. So, if something feels obvious…DO THE OPPOSITE. RUN AS FAR FROM THAT BITCH LIKE YOU’RE RUNNING FROM A BURNING BUILDING AND TAKE YOUR BABY AND YOUR JEWELRY WITH YOU!

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Maybe it’s because I’m into writing, and I think more creatively. But I’m always looking for something that surprises me, that flexes my creative muscles, my imagination. Something which challenges the status quo and my own expectations.

I fell in love with asoiaf, originally, because it did this for me. I began reading it, thinking it was just another fantasy story. Which I loved. Don’t get me wrong, I like the familiar and comfortable every now and then. I mean, I watch rom-coms and read plenty of chick-lit, even though I know how it’s gonna end. So I’m not a complete enemy of that kind of storytelling. And I was perfectly content to expect nothing more from asoiaf than what I had read a million times. And I was fine with that. I was just interested in the journey. The familiar, comfortable journey.

But then they hit me with the Ned execution twist…and I was floored. And hooked. Hooked on the complete rawness of the story, the unpredictability. I felt genuinely frightened and on edge reading the series, honestly not knowing what would happen. I couldn’t remember the last time I had read a book or series like that. You can usually predict which way it’s going to go. But with this series? It was like a breath of fresh air. And I loved it. Even when I cried over the Red Wedding and vowed that I would never read the series again…I secretly loved that it kept surprising me and challenging me in so many ways.

Now…that’s part of the reason I dislike Jon and Daenerys so much. If you’re following me, then you’re probably of the same belief as I am, that the way they built it up sucks. But if I’m being honest, they could have given it all the development and care in the world, and I still would have not been a fan, because…to me, no matter how it’s done, it’s too predictable of a plot turn. I don’t care that people say it’s been set up because they are parallels. That, to me, is evidence why they SHOULDN’T happen. Because you expect it. The framing of the story conditions you to want to bring these two sides together. And I think we should fight against that. I think it would be a massive mistake. Also, we don’t know that GRRM framed it that way so he could bring it all together. As a writer, I know that sometimes you frame something just to build a world. It doesn’t necessarily mean that you have to connect the different sides of it. In fact, keeping them apart actually helps you, because it broadens your world, and the parallels are just cool little ways to build a solid foundation for your story, to frame it in a creative way.

In the show, this has already happened, as we all know. And I’ve been a massive detractor of the idea for years, so, yeah, I haven’t really enjoyed seeing it play out. I know GRRM will probably have Dany and Jon eventually meet. Not because he’s bringing the two sides of his elaborately built world together, but because as the end nears, ALL of the plot threads will come together. So I expected that. But what I didn’t feel was necessary, was the idea that they had to be together romantically. Because, not only is this structurally predicable and cliche…but it’s also a trope that has been done to death: main girl and main guy, come together and fall in love, get married and have babies. I mean, I would argue that this is actually probably the tropiest of all the tropes. Second only after good defeats evil. This is the one done the most. And that’s why the very thought of it, present in this beautifully complex, intricately constructed narrative, which is the very definition of SUBVERSIVE FICTION, literally makes my eye twitch every time I think of it.

Now, if the idea of a mere romance makes me feel that way, then do you even need to ask how I feel about the idea of them creating some kind of miracle incest baby which magically ‘fixes’ Dany’s infertility - which, btw, should not be seen as a problem to fix anyway, imo, but that’s another issue -, unites the seven kingdoms, brings peace and prosperity to the realm and fixes every problem under the sun?

In my view, that kind of narrative has absolutely no place in this work of art. And I would absolutely hate it if the show went that way. You know why I like the idea of Jon playing Daenerys so much? Part of it is because I like the idea of Jonsa, yes - a less predictable love story for the main hero if ever there was one and the less obvious choice, therefore my favourite -, but I also like it because it’s completely out of left field. You expect the main hero to fall for the main girl when they meet. You don’t expect them to create some kind of ruse and play her. That’s exactly why I love the idea. I also like the Dark Dany plot because of that. Because you absolutely do not expect the main female hero to get to the end of her journey and then for the script to flip and for us to see her characterization from the POV of those she is conquering. The narrative we are used to is that this character would triumph and overcome every obstacle in their path. But subverting that? It’s a completely refreshing take on it. And I love it.

So, no, Nonny. In a roundabout way, what’s I’m trying to say…is that I really do not like the idea of there being this magical fix to everything in the story, and I do not like that this extremely complex narrative would have such a cliche trope at the center of it, to bring everything together. That’s just me. That’s the kind of audience I am. That’s never gonna change. I think it’s dull. And I think it would be a crying shame if this story, which I fell in love with because of it’s completely raw subversion of the tropes, basically ended by relying on the biggest one of all.

I hope that answers your question! lol

*runs and hides while you marvel at my utter crazy*

Originally posted by twenty1copilots

Say You Love Me

Hey, so I wrote a lil’ UsUk oneshot. ^^ You can find it (and my other fanfics) on my Fanfiction account - AA Addict. Although, I did make that account when I was eleven meaning that most of its content is actual trash. I did a review of my first ever fanfic… I might post it here. I’m good at cringe reviews, but only when the cringe is my own cringe.

It’s 4,304 words, just to let ya know.

“Hey, Artie?”


“I love you.” 


“…Aren’t you ever gonna say it back?” 

Arthur slumped down into his chair, head in hands. Alfred F. Jones, his American boyfriend, had just stormed out of the apartment after an argument, leaving it feeling rather large, empty, and quiet. 

It was an argument over the stupidest of things. Honestly, who cared if Arthur had never uttered the words ‘I love you’? 

Alfred did, apparently. And to an extent, so did Arthur. 

The first time Alfred had declared his love was five months ago, after four months of dating. They had just come back from dinner at a swish restaurant, and after a round of sweet sex Alfred had blurted it out – ‘I think I love you’. He’d blushed, laid his head on Arthur’s chest so that they weren’t maintaining eye contact, then said in a bit of a whisper, ‘Actually, I definitely love you’. Arthur remembered feeling like he was higher than Cloud Nine, a giddy sensation arising within him and his heart pounding a million beats per minute. He didn’t like to admit it, but he was fairly certain he had abandonment issues (probably due to his past relationships), and hearing Alfred proclaim his love had given him full assurance that Alfred was the one

At that point, Arthur definitely loved Alfred too. He was happiest when with him, not to mention he felt safe and secure, even when they were doing completely wild activities such as skydiving and bungee-jumping. However, he just couldn’t say it. The words got stuck in his throat every time he tried to say them, he choked on them, his lips refused to allow them to form. He wanted so badly to say it, but failed whenever he tried. And so he only said words akin to ‘likewise’ in response to Alfred’s frequent declarations of love. He felt terrible whenever he did so, for Alfred’s sunny disposition would always become slightly clouded, but what could he do? Alfred had seemed to understand, until now. 

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“Those Three Words Aren’t Enough” - Part 3

Your best friend Chris Evans is going to marry the love of his life this weekend and you’ve never been more excited for something – besides maybe seeing your other best friend Sebastian Stan again after you haven’t see him for months. However, your reunion doesn’t happen as you thought it would be.

Warning: Some curse words
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Sorry for repeating myself, but this is one of the weirdest things about TLD… so:

The very beginning of the episode; Norbury’s gun. Makes sense, she killed John’s wife and John is devastated so it’s not that out of place to see her gun appear here, as if he was remembering that moment. (Although, it is a tad weird that the background is grey it should be blue if it really is meant to be that moment… but okay never mind rn)

But then, 23:17

Sherlock throws this gun, the gun he thinks “Faith” wants to kill herself with

to the Thames

then he looks to the side, in the direction of where the London Aquarium building is

and then, first, we see a bullet fired from this gun down here, which, however, isn’t Norbury’s gun so doesn’t make any sense, we’ve never seen this gun before (I think… I mean I am no expert on guns, but we’ve definitely never seen this particular bit so it’s weird anyway)

Right after then, this shot

Only THEN we see Norbury’s (smoking) gun but we never see anyone actually use this gun in TLD, it’s always just smoking, but no bullets

And then this, like… honestly

Anyway, now, we know how this scene ends, so let’s jump forward to 1:28:27 when we, for the first time actually see someone use the gun from 23:26 (at least it looks same to me) But then, if it is the same gun, it doesn’t make much sense either cause there never was any bullet when Eurus pulled the trigger, nothing actually happened. If you watch the bit from earlier though, there evidently was a bullet fired.

Then, like a millisecond afterwards, the very next frame, we once again see, Norbury’s gun, but this time, the screen turns red and it’s how the episode ends

One thing I know for sure is that something very weird is going on with all these guns. Unless it’s just, playing with our minds sort of thing.

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Prompt: it's a late recording session and Dan can't help but fall asleep on Arin, who's more than happy to go along with it :)

Okay, this was such an adorable concept. Thank you for giving me the gift of being able to write this.

The thought of fluffy blankets was calling to Dan, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could resist. The game Arin was playing wasn’t all that helpful, either. By now, Sonic Unleashed was purely repetitive. Dan was having a hard time keeping his eyes open to focus on yet another jazz inspired fight scene. He yawned, big and loud, before settling back deeper into the couch behind him.

“Someone’s tired,” Arin mussed, smirking at him out the corner of his eye. He was leaning back as well, hands shaking the Wii remotes without much care. Dan could see the tiredness creeping into his movements as well, although Arin would probably last at least an hour longer than Dan, having downed that last red bull in five seconds flat. And while Dan hated to see him drink caffeine again, he was glad one of them would be awake enough for this episode.

“Mmm,” He groaned, eyes sliding shut again. He shifted, one leg pulled up close to his body. This couch had never been super comfortable and he was wishing for a few big pillows to balance things out.

“C'mon, you’re missing out on prime time shit, right now,” Arin mock whined, and Dan felt him poke his shoulder with one of the Wii-motes. He groaned again, slapping a hand blindly where he guessed Arin to be. When he didn’t hit anything, he dropped his hand, ignoring Arin’s laughter.

“M'not missing out. I know exactly what happens.” Dan gestured vaguely in the direction of the TV as the jazz music started up again. “Purple freaks pop out, Sonic goes and slaps the shit out of them, and you wiggle like a worm,” Dan said, shrugging as he shifted again.

Arin made a shocked sound and Dan blinked his eyes open, squinting at Arin, who was giving him a mock look of surprise. “However did you know that with your eyes closed, Dan?” He asked, eyes wide as he tried not to laugh. Dan smiled slightly, shaking his head.

“Shut up,” He scooted closer to him, poking his side. “This game is so predictable,” He yawned again, leaning against Arin. “I don’t need to see.”

“I thought you were being Mr. Positive with this game, missy.” Arin wrapped one of his arms around Dan, letting Dan curl up easier against Arin’s side. He lay his head on Arin’s chest, sighing contently.

“I tried. I gave up on it.” Dan mumbled. He supposed Arin did well as a big pillow. He was comfy enough and warmer than a pillow would be. Not much of a blanket, though. Dan supposed this was good enough.

“Well, thank you for your valiant try,” Arin said, and Dan heard the wii-motes clack together before feeling a hand patting his head. “Well, next time on Game Grumps. Dan will be getting some sleep.”

“You are too, dude.” Dan retorted, reaching up to pat Arin’s hand. “You’re as exhausted as I am, and you know it.”

“No way, I have like, so much energy left I could run a marathon right now.” Dan could feel him contradicting himself, however, as he shifted so his body was encircling Dan’s, face buried in Dan’s hair. Dan chuckled, curling his hands between their bodies and letting himself relax.

“Next time on Game Grumps.” He said, yawning once more as he curled his legs around Arin’s. “G'night, Ar.”

“Night, Dan,” Arin said, his hand slowly stroking Dan’s curls as they both drifted off together.


I always feel so much safer with you
it’s like an emergency blanket
I don’t have nightmares with you
I only have them alone
Someday I’ll never have to sleep alone again
I loved you from the second I met you
every hug was special
You remember what I was wearing the first time you ever saw me
my red hair in the wind
oversized leather jacket
trying to get a much needed cigarette
without giving up a kiss
I didn’t want to kiss that boy that held cigarettes out of my reach
I wouldn’t stoop that low for a lowly addiction
I remember you
I always remember you
I remember the things I wish hadn’t happened back then
like that girl
but she’s the reason I met you so I guess I should thank her
you always gave me the world in a hug\
everytime you saw me
but you never looked twice
even though I can now see how you should have anyway
I don’t ever want to lose you
I need my safety found in you
I will always just need you
only you

Hm I didn’t expect this moment to come at all and especially not so soon but I miss my old school so much .. I am at that point during summer when everything is going well and good and great but I am starting to really miss learning challenging myself filling my head up with knowledge - and it happens every year except right now it is mixed with the small pain of knowing nothing will be the same when september comes, nothing will ever be the same again, I will never sit in the corner eat chickpeas whilst simultaneously attempting to play cards, never bite my knuckles before a sudden physics test and write formulas on small pieces of paper to hide in my sleeves, never have the small lovely routine of walking down to the lockers to take and leave books and school lunches, and phones, never have a mandatory dancing lesson again in my life (those I don’t miss at all it is just strange to think about), never have a lesson with any of the teachers who have changed me again, never walk to school over that bridge and see the same smiley people every morning, and I miss everyone and I miss them to an absolutely absurd degree. I don’t know if I’d go back if I could but I sure didn’t appreciate the simple cosiness of a life like that, wake up at six thirty and make a day a well lived one

‘Thwarted’ Chapter 66

The next chapter is up! Galactic Idiot and Galactic Mommy Issues make serious headway and she decides it’s time to partaaaay. Never one to leave things to chance, Mama makes sure everyone is nice and tipsy. And we all know what happens when you’re at a party with your on-again-off-again bae and there’s alcohol involved …


He scans the small crowd for Rey and finds her talking to a young, male First Order officer. His jaw clenches and he tries to remember the man’s name. Itan or something. She’s grinning and glowing. She’s wearing that red dress he likes so much, the one that shows off her creamy shoulders and he can’t keep from growling.

“Oh stop,” his mother says as she hands him a glass of something blue. “She’s just being friendly. Lieutenant Itana is a nice boy but he’s not an idiot.”

“He’s all over her,” he snarls.

“No, he’s talking to her.”

“Look, he just touched her!”

“No, he reached past her for another drink. Calm down. She won’t like it if you act like a possessive teenager.”

“Fine,” he grumbles as he slams back the drink. It goes down very easily. He snags another.

Hanzo tackled you to the ground as a flurry of bullets flew past you two. If he had not grabbed you that very second you would have been torn apart 

He gripped you tightly before standing up and taking out all the gunners in a swift motion before kneeling down and pressing his face against yours 

“God that was so close” He sighed “I cant belive that happened. For a moment I thought I was going to loose you” he said holding you as close as he could 

“Please…Never do that again, If you left my life I would loose all I swore to protect”

I want the writers to bring Brallie back because so many people are so certain that they can’t and won’t bring them back because of the whole being adoptive siblings. Those who are so certain that Brallie will never happen again act as if they write for the show but last time I checked they don’t have a say.