gimme a fic where someone makes one too many “you’re stupid/foolish/idiot” jokes and lance is just. DONE. he doesn’t blow up he doesn’t yell out scream he just walks out and stays quiet
and he just goes through the motions he drives the blue lion he makes voltron he fights the galra but back on the ship he ignores everyone and is silent
and at first the usual suspects joke around that it’s a blessing they finally get some quiet
but the longer he keeps it up, the more worried they start to feel, lance starts becoming more reckless, he starts fighting with less care less of his usual strategy and when they’re on the ship he refuses to talk to anyone not even coran can get him to open up
Request// can I please have a John imagine, where you get jealous over something he says about another girl so you give him the silent treatment n he becomes really clingy and is begging you to talk to him. Thank you x
Request// Can you please do a John Shelby smut, where he is the dominant one? Where the reader teases him and he gets heavily frustrated. Thanks!!
*I love all the PB Boys but John is one of my favorites with his boyish charm❤️. Shoutout to @bonniebirdsgifcentre for the gif. Expect to see more of me on here, because it’s my Spring Break! Summer is not far away either so I will also be dedicating more time to writing after I finish exams. xoxox*
The weeks leading up to Tommy and Grace’s wedding had you questioning your own relationship with John. You admired his good looks and charm since you had been a young girl, but his comeliness was a double edged sword.The difficulty of beauty was when one knew they were beautiful.
It had happened multiple times, John flirting with other women of questionable decency, but the straw had finally broken the camel’s back right before the Shelby Wedding. You had decided to help Harry at the Garrison by picking up a couple shifts without telling John since you would most likely find him there anyways.
“How’s Y/N doing anyways,” you heard Arthur ask from inside the side room. You didn’t want to be sneaky and listen in on their conversation but it was hard to ignore as you swept and wiped down the counter.
“Fuckin’grouchy as ever. Yelling in my ear from the time I get home to the time I leave again.” You had to hold back your disapproving grunt as you brows scrunched together. Of course John wouldn’t dar say any of that to your face, but he was all talk when he was ‘with the boys.’
“Thought you two been having problems, always arguing when you’re out together. All you need is a good fuck.”
“That’s the only thing I’ve not been getting from her. Maybe I’ll have to ask that new barmaid for some assistance,” he boasted. Your hands curled into fists and your body began to burn with anger. You knew the exact barmaid he was talking about and could grasp that she would be all too happy to ‘help’ John. You heard their chairs scrape the wood floors, knowing they’d be out there any moment.
“Shit, I’m so sorry.” I say whilst retracting my hand instantaneously, clearly showing my embarrassment caused by my own actions. Y/N’s cheek felt so soft and smooth when I ran my thumb across it. She was in her natural state and I can’t even try and lie to myself about the way she looks, because she’s beautiful.
“Thanks Jin.” She said as her cheeks turned a slight pink. I furrowed my eyebrows and wondered why she was thanking me.
“Hmm? Why are you thanking me?” I questioned her, confused and she let out a small laugh.
request: PLZ WRITE A PART TWO TO THINGS CHANGE AND I ALSO HAVE A REQUEST!!!!! Could you do a Gaston x reader where your Lefou’s sister and have been around Gaston your whole life. He’s in love with you and you obviously love him too. Maybe ending with a proposal !!! Thanks so much!
a/n: While it was obvious that LeFou was in love with Gaston in both adaptations, in this one he’s just a supportive brother who wants his sister to be happy. ALSO, I probably made this more angsty than needed. Oops. I was also so close to just forgetting Gaston and making it a Belle x Reader story but I needed to fulfill the request. Hope I did just that! -Young Metro Trusts Me
How would each member in the gang comfort their gfs when they're upset?
Darry— he’ll be all like “hey, what’s wrong baby” and hold you softly in his arms. He’ll always keep some kind of physical contact, maybe just holding hands, as you calm down and let him know what’s wrong.
Sodapop— he’ll put his arm around you and make jokes to try to cheer you up. He’ll talk very gently and quietly, as well.
Ponyboy— first he’d like to know what happened, but then he’ll kind of hold your head to his chest as he holds you in his arms.
Johnny— tells you it’s okay, to calm down, etc. while you sit on his lap likely crying into his neck or on his shoulder. He’ll soothingly rub circles on your back as though you’re a little kid.
Dallas— tells you it’s not a big deal, to relax, etc. and will give you a kiss. Later when you’re feeling better, he’ll ask you what it was about and joke about foolish it was for you to be upset over something so small. He’ll tell you that you worry too much.
Tim— he’ll tickle your waist, hug you from behind, rest his chin by your shoulder lovingly and give you a few long kisses to try to cheer you up.
Steve— he’ll let you cry on him, ask you what’s wrong, he’ll stick by your side as long as he can. He hates when you’re upset.
Curly— will get your hair out of your face, kiss you and try to distract you from feeling sad about whatever it is.
Two-Bit— he’ll pick you up in the air and spin you around, doing a ton of dumb things to make you laugh.
A/N: oh my god here it goes. I’m not even gonna bother with word count or putting it on my masterlist this is so dumbjlkdsjf
You sat back with your arms crossed over your head. Taking a deep breath and watching as Pennywise rummaged through his ever-growing collection of toys. It fascinated you, his movements. The way he growled whenever he wasn’t pleased or frustrated. It also fascinated you how he moved, like a mechanic toy, one with jerky movements and rusty hinges. It was his form, not being used to it and all. He had told you once, so.. It wasn’t that surprising. But it nonetheless fascinated you.
Yet, you found yourself bored. Biting on your bottom lip and wondering what to do.
“Nickelsmart?’ You called out, immedietly feeling your stomach twist and knot up on itself while you tried not to laugh. Pennywise whipped his head and scrunched his nose.
You repeated yourself. “Nickelsmart.” The word fell flat in the air, and Pennywise stood to his full height. He wouldnt understand you–that, you understood. Well, acknowledged, but it couldn’t stop you from beginning to laugh. Putting your arms around your waist, you boasted.
Pennywise didn’t find it that funy. He suddenly lunged at you, his nose on your skin as he breathed you in, reading your thoughts like a book.
“What do you mean nickelsmart????”
“You-You’re… Penny… WISE!! S-So what if-” You laughed again, grabbing onto his shoulder to keep yourself from falling back. “Nickel, like a nickel instead of a p-penny- and instead of-HAHHA OH MY GOD- WISE.”
He tugged your arm off of him and stood, not understanding anything you were saying and just going back to what he was doing. Giving up on trying to understand you or your foolish jokes. “Aw come on, Penny. Don’t you get it?”
Pennywise grumbled something in response, just shaking his head with disapproval and causing his bells to jingle as well–you fell on the floor laughing, your insides tearing apart for uneccesary reasons and those that always made you feel like you were dying.
He hated everything that came out of your mouth if it wasn’t blood or pleasure. Preferably both.
What a great scene to analyze on the 1 of October.
Edd exits the office annoyed with Ed and Eddy’s behavior.
@jenny2x4 just brought up a great point where if Ed and Eddy didn’t goof off maybe they would have found something that related to Bro in this factory. For all we know there could have been something in one of those files.
Theory: Or Bro could have stolen the files! He stole them so nobody would ever track him down.
I know Edd was going to lecture Ed and Eddy. If the events turned out differently would the fight have happened here? Or was Edd at wits end during the swamp scene? The scam from that morning’s events has been brewing on Edd’s mind. He’s trying to forget about it but Ed and Eddy’s mischievous antics keep triggering a needed lecture. It’s best that Edd vented during the swamp scene as a lot of issues have been building up in his mind.
Edd holds off his lecture upon noticing that his friends are no longer around.
I forgot to mention in the last analysis where Edd is inspecting the files we can hear Ed and Eddy’s laughter. As soon as Edd opens the door their laughter diminishes. It resembles a certain famous scene we’ll get into later on.
This technique gives the audience an uneasy feeling. As we’re in Edd’s perspective we don’t know what happens to Ed and Eddy. Their ‘demise’ happens offscreen.
As I speculated before the Eds never checked if there was someone else inside this factory. That’s the case I also made in Honor Thy Ed. It never registered to any of them that they were falling into traps.
“Eddy? Ed? Hello!”
Wonderful shots of the factory.
“Oh, for Pete’s sake. If this is some kind of foolish joke you’re playing, it’s not funny!“
Thorin had returned to sit, brooding, on the throne while you lingered on the narrow walkway below the dais watching Balin, Dwalin, and Bilbo leave. When the trio had disappeared through the vast, arched doorway, you turned to him where he slumped, his eyes restless and constantly moving with his feverish thoughts.
“You’re not being reasonable, Thorin. How long will you test their loyalty?”
He glanced irritably at you before looking away over the cavernous chamber. “They owe me their loyalty.”
“And you owe them your trust, your patience,” you countered. “Have they not proved themselves time and time again, all of them?”
“You forget your place,” he warned, turning a dangerous gaze on you.
You opened your mouth to speak and closed it again, summoning all of your self-restraint to smother your simmering frustration, bite back the angry words that wanted to claw their way from your throat. “You are not the man you were,” you said finally, carefully. “You regard the ones who love you most with doubt and suspicion…you are consumed with the search for this accursed stone, and I fear for you, Thorin. I pity you.”
“You pity me?” He repeated your words incredulously, in a voice thick with contempt. “I am King under the Mountain. I have no need for the pity of a woodworker’s daughter.”
Anger flared in you again, threatened to burn what love remained between the two of you, frail and brittle as a fallen leaf, to ashes. “There was a time when you spoke of making a woodworker’s daughter your Queen,” you retorted, caring no more for self-restraint. “Or have you forgotten everything you said when you had me bare beneath you in Laketown?”
Even in his madness, Thorin looked stung, and still the words poured from your lips. “Was I only there to warm your bed?” you needled him. “Give you courage to face the dragon with my pretty words of love and faith?”
“Enough!” Thorin bellowed, rising to his feet with an almost convulsive movement,
his glittering armor and the mad gleam in his eye making him larger, frightening. “You forget. Your. Place.” He ground out the words through clenched teeth, and just as suddenly as it had flooded you, your fury drained away, leaving behind only a cold, empty regret that filled your eyes with tears.
“I have no place here,” you whispered, searching for a glimpse of the man you loved in the face of the capricious, grasping tyrant who stood before you and finding no such comfort. With a trembling exhale, you turned to begin the long walk to the doorway, leaving him glowering on the dais.
“Where are you going? I have not given you leave,” Thorin said indignantly, behind you.
Your footsteps were loud in the oppressive stillness.
“I am the King!” Petulance crept into his voice. “I am the King, and you will stay until I have finished speaking to you!”
Only the silence answered him, and your retreating form grew smaller.
“Go, then,” Thorin growled, his call echoing on the stone walls. “Go! But know this: if you walk through that door, do not presume to show me your face again.”
With that, you halted, standing frozen beneath the great stone arch before looking back over your shoulder to meet his demanding stare, far away across the chamber. His lips began to curl into a victorious smirk that quickly faded when, without a word, you turned and left the throne room.
Have you ever tried to do your job while someone in your vicinity is listening to loud and obnoxious music? The foolishness that comes out of Mr. Phoenix Wright’s mouth can said to have the same effect on both the prosecution and the judge, throwing the trial into utter chaos.
One minute he’ll sound competent, the next he’ll be making foolish jokes about a puppet proposing marriage to a human being. How he manages to gain the judge’s trust is beyond me.
“Your move,” I hummed, clasping my hands below my chin.
Jinyoung lowered his stance to be at eye level with the chess board as he stared at each piece carefully. As he exhaled, his breath hissed between his teeth, an audible note of how stressed he was. His eyes darted back and forth as his brain scrambled to find a way out of the trap I had set for his king.
“Jinyoung-ah,” Jackson whispered, lowering his head along with his member.
Jinyoung closed his eyes and slowly began reopening them, not saying a word to Jackson. A few more moments of silence passed before Jackson began to whisper again.
“What?” he spat, giving a quick side eye to his member before returning his focus on the chess board.
“I think you should move the little horse one to the left,” Jackson nodded confidently.
“It can’t move to the left, it can only go in an L-shape and we’ve discussed this,” Jinyoung grumbled, trying to concentrate.
“Well can’t you-” Jackson huffed.
“Can’t you be quiet?” Jinyoung said, his eyes growing wide as he lifted his shoulders with an annoyed shake.
I gave Jackson a sad smile as he leaned back and set his chin on his palm, beginning to pout.
“Yah, Y/N,” Jackson began leaning toward me.
“Jackson, I swear on everything that is holy if you do not shut up,” Jinyoung hissed, his eyes ablaze.
“Jees, who burnt your rice this morning,” Jackson muttered moodily. He pulled out his cell phone and began to tap against the screen. “Chess is stupid anyway.”
“Shh,” Jinyoung shushed, finally placing his fingers on his queen before readjusting on a different piece.
My phone vibrated near my hand and I looked down to see Jackson’s contact information lighting up my screen.
“How can you play a game with someone like him?”
I giggled as I picked up my phone, receiving a death glare from Jinyoung.
“Sorry,” I mouthed, beginning to tap at my phone as quietly as possible.
“He’s the best challenger out of the seven of you. It’s his life mission at this point to beat me.”
“Doesn’t he think he’s the one who taught you?”
“Precisely why it’s his life mission to now beat me”
Jackson giggled, causing Jinyoung to wince as he gripped another piece.
“I thought you said you had been playing chess for awhile?” Jackson’s text replied.
“Don’t tell Jinyoung, but my dad taught me how to play chess when I was four. When I was twelve I was in the running to win the World Youth Chess Championship”
“So you’ve been scamming him this whole time?”
“Someone has to remind him he’s not as smart as he likes to put on”
Jackson shook with silent laughter as he plopped backward onto the couch. Jinyoung sighed as he leaned back, removing his hands from the chess board.
“I can’t do this if you two are going to act like children while I’m trying to concentrate!” he pouted, furrowing his brows.
“Alright, alright, I’m sorry,” I said quickly, placing my phone back on the table.
“I’m not!” Jackson chirped, still not moving from where he plopped over.
I rolled my eyes and chuckled lightly as JInyoung’s shoulders relaxed and he pursed his lips, not even bothering to look at Jackson.
I tried to internalize my groan as I looked over at my screen to see Jackson’s name once again.
“Y/N, pay attention to me…
this is boring
how have you not died yet?
omg of boredom. i should’ve specified. i wasn’t asking the question in general. it’s not like your old or diseased and i expected you to die.”
I looked over to see Jackson just as concentrated on his phone as Jinyoung was with the chess board.
“Y/N, don’t be mad because you think I think you’re old…
i think you’re not old. you aren’t even a noona to me. you’re really young actually….
but not like so young where you’re like a child. i don’t see you as a child. i see you as an equal.
have i mentioned you’re pretty?
I had to bite my lip as hard as I could without drawing blood to stifle the laugh trying to escape my lips. I looked to Jackson who was staring at me intently, motioning from my phone to my face with his eyes, a silent plea for me to reply.
I shook my head with a grin as I picked up the phone. Jackson was exhausting sometimes, but he was by far one of my favorite people the universe had created.
“You think i’m pretty?”
Jackson exhaled and a smirk appeared on his once worried face.
“all of that and that was the takeaway…
but yes, you’re very pretty.”
I felt my face grow hot at the sudden affirmation and I refused to look up at Jackson even though I could feel his stare directed my way.
“look at me”
I winced as I turned my head slowly and his eyes met mine. He gave me one of the most genuine smiles I had ever seen before he looked down at his screen again.
“I know this is a weird time to mention this…but is it a bad time to confess?”
“jackson, with your life, when is it not a weird time? lol”
“you’re right. Y/N, i can’t stop thinking about you. i know i’m foolish, and i joke too much, and i talk to often, but my heart is pure and it’s what i have to give if you’ll accept it.”
I smiled, slowly nodding as I read over Jackson’s words over and over again. I looked up just as my phone vibrated in my hands again.
“…so? will you have me?”
“THERE!” Jinyoung shouted, scaring Jackson and I both.
“What? Oh my god Jinyoung,” I gasped, clutching my chest. Jackson looked around wide eyed, ready to escape if necessary.
“I moved. I think I got it, your turn,” Jinyoung nodded smugly.
I rolled my eyes and with one swift motion moved my queen to take his king. “Checkmate.”
“Wait - what, how? That’s an illegal move, you can’t-” Jinyoung stuttered, his face falling into his hands. Jackson watched on with a proud smile. I set my hand lightly on his and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Of course I will,” I cooed, standing and pulling him up into my arms.
“You guess you will what?” Jinyoung gasped, exasperated as he continued to look at the chess board. “Wait, where are you going, guys? Guys?”
Jackson and I continued arm and arm down the hallway. “You lost Jinyoung-ah,” he called over his shoulder. “Oh yeah, also you lost to my girlfriend.”
So it is. I am the Angel of Death and also mark the end of your lifetime.
Are you Death for aliens too?
...it is... complicated?
Different civilizations have created different ideas of Life, Death, the Afterlife and the Heavenly Order. Not everywhere an angel of Death is a known metaphor. However I am Death to all life in the universe. Not every civilization has brought forth humanoid forms. So in order to make the process of passing over as stressless as possible, I take on the form, that is most comfortable to them.
So you're basically cosplaying aliens?
...actually I am cosplaying a humanoid form right now. So you won't get terrified by the monstrous sight of my true form.