Jon making it clear that he was never the “Stark” that is meant to rule Winterfell but is actually the LINK between the North and South (Starks & Targaryens) gives me a lot of feelings
Sansa telling Jon she believes in him last ep but then Jon hands her the North like… she thought he was just refusing to listen to her but now she sees that he will always trust her more and he knows she is the true Queen of the North
Olenna pitting Dany against Tyrion really made me unsettled and now especially after Dany lost the Greyjoys and Dorne armies, I’m afraid she will turn on Tyrion
Jon trusting in Tyrion like… I need more of that Tyrion & Jon friendship content that the show didn’t give us as much of compared to the books (in AGOT)
Sansa trusting in Tyrion !!! I want them to be a power couple even if not romantic or whatever I want them to be smart people who work together
Enough of Jaime being Cersei’s bitch like as soon as he turns against her she will basically have no one… I’m tired of Jaime’s role I need him to act out
When is Bran gonna fcking reach Winterfell????????
Nymeria walking away but not attacking Arya… anyways tears, there are tears
Petyr Baelish finally being attacked by someone but I also wonder if Jon doing that will make Petyr turn against the Starks in secret and try to play Sansa more
I NEED Jon to see a dragon the next ep and just kind of have a connection with it??
You know, it’s pretty wild just how much I can relate to so many of the SU characters. Like, all of the main characters are like me in some way, not to mention some of the humans too like Lars and his fear of what people think of him, Sadie and her overbearing mom, Kiki not being able to tell someone no. Hell, even Yellow Diamond’s tyranical ass repressing her emotions and literally singing an entire song about what’s the use of feeling is relatable.
And, I just love it so much. I can’t believe how many of the characters on this show are like me. We share the same fears and struggles and issues. Sometimes it’s like I’m watching myself on screen and I can sympathize so badly with a character, even characters who I thought were nothing like me can say or do something that puts me in shock because I’m suddenly being reminded of myself. I’m really so grateful to this show because with other stuff I watch, there’s typically only one character I can relate to and I’m lucky if there’s a second. Some shows, I don’t even relate to any of the characters at all. But, with SU, so many of the characters are like pieces of me. And, I absolutely adore it.
I love this show, I love these characters, I love the way they’re written, I love their depth and layers, I love how the writers refused to just have them be cartoony caricatures and made them multifaceted, three-dimensional, realistic individuals that are still learning and growing and healing, the way that I am still learning and growing and healing.
Ignis: “We must restock
on our supply of curatives.” Ravus: “Curatives would not be
a necessity of someone would cease falling in combat.” Prompto: “Hey! It’s not my
fault the monsters keep chasing me!” Ravus: “Because they must be after that irresistible charm of yours.” Prompto: “And what if they
it’s hot… I don’t know how you aren’t cooking alive in your coat, Ravus.” Ravus: “My burning hatred for people allows me to become resistant to the heat.” Noctis: “Uh…” Ravus: “…That was supposed to be a joke.”
useful with that blade there, Ravus.” Ravus: “More useful than you, I
the lighting here would make for a perfect photo! Let’s get a shot of all of us
here!” Noctis: “Sure. I’m game.” Ravus: *disgusted noise* “I
would much rather not.” Prompto: “Come on, Ray. Lighten
up and smile a bit more, buddy!” Noctis: “That’d be a scary
sight.” Ravus: “Then I shall make it my
point to smile more. Just for you.”
once more? Such awful weather…” Gladiolus: “What? Afraid of a
little water?” Ravus: “Water plus dirt results
in mud, Amicitia. Removing stains from my attire is far from something I wish
to do.” Ignis: “Just as I refuse to do
as well.” Prompto: “Shoulda made black
your color, buddy.”
You are the King’s Shield! Act like it!” Gladiolus: “Kinda hard when
there’s a bean-pole in my way!”
decent fight, Caelum. Well done.” Noctis: “Was that a compliment…?” Ignis: “I do believe that was.” Prompto: “Look at that! Making
progress!” Ravus: “…On second thought, I take
back what I said.” Noctis: “No take-backs. I’ll
take what I can get from you.”
So I've been thinking, we know how Keith reacts to losing Shiro but how would it be the other way around? We know next to nothing about how shiro deals with grief, since he seems to bottle things up but given how he seems much closer with Keith than with the Holts his reaction could be different. Idk, their relationship just fascinates me.
Oh, good question! Remember when he lost Allura–how he immediately takes the blame, is very visibly upset and then launches a rescue mission immediately? Ya, I imagine it’d probably be something like that. And actually, I think BOM gives us some really good insight as to how he’d react. When he sees how the trial’s progressing, he yells “You’re going to kill him!” And the idea that he’s supposed to just calmly accept that, that he’s supposed to just stand there and let Keith die? It makes him livid.
Like, this boy literally tried to fight off everyone in the base and had to be restrained before lashing out and running off–only to think it was a good idea to try and take them all on again, simply because he cares about Keith that much. So I think, in the moment, Shiro would be furious. You can also glean this from watching the battle in Stayin’ Alive. Keith is in Yellow lion, and there’s this part where Yellow gets hit and both him and Hunk scream. Shiro goes from upset and concerned to blind rage in like 5 seconds flat. When someone hurts Shiro’s team, his knee jerk reaction is strike back.
You don’t fuck with Shiro’s team, because that boy is a storm
Going back to BOM, you can really see the fear in Shiro’s eyes–that moment when he stops and thinks What if this is it? What if I really lose him? Shiro and Keith are both very protective of one another, and it really shows. While Fake Shiro only offers to help Keith stand and then ignores his wound, our boy is hanging onto him the whole time. Holding him close enough that no one can tear him away–supporting his weight while he gets his bearings and shielding him from the BOM’s wrath. And that little moment when he finally reaches Keith and just stops and stares? The very thought of losing Keith leaves him paralyzed. He also looks incredibly guilty and remorseful.
I know it’s meant as a joke and everyone just kinda laughs it off, but back in Across the Universe? When Keith opens up and smiles, fondly tells Shiro “My life would be a lot different without you”? All Shiro says is, “Yeah. You wouldn’t have crashed a flying lion on an alien planet, and be stuck with little hope of rescue. So, you’re welcome.” And I mean, ya, Shiro has this very gallows sense of deadpan humor. But I think that particular choice of words still says a lot. If anything happened to Keith, I think Shiro really would believe it was somehow his fault, like he had ruined Keith’s life by “dragging him into this.”
So yeah, if Shiro did lose Keith, I think he’d be in a really bad place. He made Keith his successor because “I know what you’re capable of”–he looked at Keith and he saw hope. The possibility that he would somehow outlive Keith is something I don’t think he’s ever even considered. Because for him, Keith is the future. And the fact that Keith refuses, that he looks back at Shiro and affirms time and again that he’s that black paladin, that he’s going to make it, I think Shiro was really touched by that.
If Keith were to just disappear, I firmly believe Shiro would do everything in his power to get him back
And I mean…considering that Lotor’s half-galra and all his generals are half-galra and that he likes the idea of making his enemies swear their loyalty to him,, uh…it’s very likely that he might well take a personal interest in Keith at some point. And if the galra empire were to ever get their hands on him, I think Shiro would go on a warpath
I liked the new episode a lot. At the heart of it was good social commentary. Often when talking about a cause or a movement, there are always attempts to undermine those who are actually in it. Fighting for X? Are you even X enough?
People asking for the same rights granted to everyone else are often discredited, because people think it’s far easier to err on the side of giving no one the same respect because of a few possible “fakes.”
And that’s not great. Because that does make it all about the majority and what they’re comfortable with, rather than the people whose lives could change drastically with every decision made.
I liked how the episode started with Ronaldo telling the gems he was wrong about them, and saying he wanted to champion their cause. A lot of the time, people earnestly believe they’re doing the right thing.
Hurting others isn’t the end goal for the reasonable person; it’s just, they don’t see their actions in perspective, like when Ronaldo kept criticising Steven.
These days, a lot of bias is deep down. It’s harder to root out because no one believes they could be “guilty” of such an abhorrent thing, like discrimination, like prejudice.
But in refusing to acknowledge that some of our actions might be tinged by our contexts, we benefit none.
I applaud the subtlety in the episode. It’s a good springboard to talk to anyone about these issues. But it shouldn’t end there. I mean, the episode is a start, but it isn’t the answer to systematic marginalisation. That requires a lot more effort, just like how picking a gem name, without the love and acceptance, harms and hampers the cause more.
And it was helpful to present Steven as not dismissing Ronaldo. Each time Ronaldo misrepresented the Crystal Gems, such as with the first Ronaphlet and again as Bloodstone, Steven talked to him. And it wasn’t always without opposition, but Steven didn’t just fence of Ronaldo and refuse to educate him.
I feel that’s what made the difference. It’s not an easy thing, to face someone who’s causing hurt and refuses to believe it. It’s not a responsibility forced on everyone, but in choosing to engage and educate, a change happened for the better. I hope we keep getting this sort of slice-of-life episodes.
I never believed in soulmates. My breathing, my heartbeat, my body, my being wasn’t made for you, and neither yours for me. But whenever someone asks me, how long we’ve been together or how long I’ve known you, without any hesitation my answer is “always.”
I refuse to believe the first time that our bodies collided was in this world. We met eons over. Far before the heavenly bodies lit up the night sky and before my bones came to rest in this body of mine. This love, this thing, this feeling I have for you, it’s always been here.
“They’re made out of meat.” “Meat?” “Meat. They’re made out of meat.” “Meat?”
“There’s no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They’re completely meat.” “That’s impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?” “They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don’t come from them. The signals come from machines.” “So who made the machines? That’s who we want to contact.” “They made the machines. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Meat made the machines.” “That’s ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You’re asking me to believe in sentient meat.” “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in that sector and they’re made out of meat.” “Maybe they’re like the orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage.” “Nope. They’re born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn’t take long. Do you have any idea what’s the life span of meat?” “Spare me. Okay, maybe they’re only part meat. You know, like the weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside.” “Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads, like the weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They’re meat all the way through.” “No brain?” “Oh, there’s a brain all right. It’s just that the brain is made out of meat! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” “So … what does the thinking?” “You’re not understanding, are you? You’re refusing to deal with what I’m telling you. The brain does the thinking. The meat.” “Thinking meat! You’re asking me to believe in thinking meat!” “Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you beginning to get the picture or do I have to start all over?” “Omigod. You’re serious then. They’re made out of meat.” “Thank you. Finally. Yes. They are indeed made out of meat. And they’ve been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years.” “Omigod. So what does this meat have in mind?” “First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the Universe, contact other sentiences, swap ideas and information. The usual.” “We’re supposed to talk to meat?.” “That’s the idea. That’s the message they’re sending out by radio. ‘Hello. Anyone out there. Anybody home.’ That sort of thing.” “They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?” “Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat.” “I thought you just told me they used radio.” “They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat.” “Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?” “Officially or unofficially?” “Both.” “Officially, we are required to contact, welcome and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, fear or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing.” “I was hoping you would say that.” “It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?” “I agree one hundred percent. What’s there to say? ‘Hello, meat. How’s it going?’ But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?” “Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can’t live on them. And being meat, they can only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact.” “So we just pretend there’s no one home in the Universe.” “That’s it.” “Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you probed? You’re sure they won’t remember?” “They’ll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we’re just a dream to them.” “A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat’s dream.” “And we marked the entire sector unoccupied.” “Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?” “Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again.”
“And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the Universe would be if one were all alone …”
Maas left the series wide open for us to ponder one important question: “What’s next?!?”
These are personally my hopes for what we get in the future! BECAUSE I NEED TO KNOW SO MANY THINGS!
Nesta and Cassian Storyline
The way ACOWAR left Nesta and Cassian was…hanging. Nesta didn’t visit Cassian while he was healing after the final battle and he didn’t acknowledge her once when they returned back to Velaris. So this needs to be approached in some way so for their story I imagine:
Nesta will be involved with finding the Queens and making sure they do not intervene with the peace talks between fae and humans. And since Nesta is the Night Court’s emissary for humans this would make sense.
Does Nesta still have powers tied with the Cauldron? That was left unclear. AND we need to explore those witch abilities!
Cassian growing a pair and coming to terms with his feelings for Nesta. It seemed like he was afraid to admit his feelings for Nesta as she started to soften toward him. So he will join her on the journey AND A MATING BOND WILL BE ACCEPTED AND WE GET THEIR POVs DURING IT!!!
Vassa and Lucien Storyline
This could be before or after the Nessian story. Since Vassa is also invested in revenge against the Queens she might participate in helping Nesta and Cassian or she will focus on breaking her curse first. Which leads to Lucien’s role. Note: I am not saying I ship these two, but Lucien will be vital in this story.
Lucien needs to know his true heritage. I refuse to accept that he will remain believing that Beron is his father.
And since Helion is the “Spell-Cleaver” I bet he will be part of this story in the aspect of offering advice on breaking Vassa’s (Not quite sure if Lucien will have Helion’s abilities, but since Lucien broke free of Hybern’s magic in ACOMAF…perhaps that is a hint toward that hidden power!)
WILL HE BE OFFICIALLY DECLARED THE HEIR OF THE DAY COURT?
If romance does happen between Vassa and Lucien be prepared for some Swan Lake! @propshophannah goes into this more!
Elain and Azriel Storyline
What in the newly made Cauldron is going on with Elain and her abilities?!?! How did Truth-Teller transport her to the battlefield? And will Azriel be the one to help her with her powers?
We need to know if Elain is capable of being a shadowsinger. In general I just want to understand the concept of shadowsingers. I feel as though this was still a bit glossed over in the series.
Mor needs to tell Azriel that she is not attracted to him so he can finally stop having hope that she will ever love him the same way he does.
I will be disappointed though if Azriel then jumps to loving Elain. This is one reason why I am not on-board with shipping Elriel. I want it to be clear that if they do become romantically involved it is because he loves Elain. Not because she is suddenly some good pairing, because Mor is no longer interested in Azriel.
A firm conclusion on where Elain and Lucien stand with their mating bond
Novella #1 Miryam, Drakon and Their People
I just want to see their beginnings from their POVs. The first time they met. Miryam going to war with Jurian. Drakon fighting on their side. And eventually their love slowly becoming a reality.
Also I would not mind reading about Nephelle’s story! How this cartographer with little wings saved Miryam against all odds. AND she is a lover to one of Drakon’s generals who is also female. (Then they get married when Nephelle safely returns! So adorable!)
Novella #2 High Lords
I will gladly accept any stories with Helion. Please.
Can we have just go more in-depth with Kallias and Viviane! Goodness they were so sweet and I just love how Viviane called Kallias out for wanting to be a High Lady like Feyre! (And in general I just adore these two!)
Shameless Imagines 2- You Mean so fucking much to me (Lip Imagine)
Paring: Lip x reader
Request: Could you do an imagine where the gallaghers and Mickey find out you self harm.
Description: You werent like the rest of your Milkovich family, you were weak and you just needed something that made you feel alive again. Everything was fine until they found out and the look on Mickeys face was more than heart crushing.
Warning: Mentions of selfharm, please read with caution. i love you all.
lip looked at you, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He didn’t understand how it got this bad, all he wanted to do was fix you, to put every fucking piece that your dad had broken back together.
You two had been the only ones home in the Gallagher house and decide to have some fun, It had been a while. In the moment you had forgotten about the scars on your upper thigh and Lip was making his way down when he saw them.
“Whats wrong baby?” you asked, looking at him. His eyes had become glossy and his face had gone pale, you still not realizing what he had seen. He shook his head not saying anything and told you he felt sick before running to the bathroom.
When he got to the bathroom he slid down the walls, so unsure of what he had just saw.He knew how bad things were at home and even with the love and support of Mandy and Mickey it wasn’t even to protect you from Terry and the horrible things he had done.
Lip felt horrible and useless, he couldn’t save you. Lip had protected you from so many things, people at school, creepy guys, Karen, all of it. But lip wasn’t enough to protect you from your own dad, no one was.
After a few minutes he had returned from the bathroom making some bullshit excuse about food poisoning and how he just wanted to lay in bed with you, honestly you were perfectly okay with that. There was something about being held by Lip that made you feel like everything would be in life.
Over the next few days you had noticed that lip had been acting weird, he wanted to go where ever you were, constantly asking you whats on your mind or if you were okay, being more loving and gentile than he normally had been. You had gone home to spend some girl time with your big sister Mandy. You two had been best friends since you were little, Only being 2 years apart you both had so much in common and she was just easy to talk too. You had thought for a while about telling her how bad things had gotten. Even though Terry had once again been put in jail, things hadn’t calmed down for you yet. You had been having nightmares about him returning, about hitting you or hurting Mickey and him making you watch again. You had been so traumatized by one man and it made you feel so weak, and seeing the scars afterwords had made you feel even worse but you couldn’t stop, you needed release.
You felt kind of numb lately, feeling like you were floating through life, feeling worthless and used. You had wanted to talk to lip about it, but you didn’t want to see the look on his face. When you cried he felt broken. When he had found you on the floor after Terry had left he left broken, whenever you weren’t okay he felt broken. You could see it in his eyes and you didnt want that. You didnt want him to worry, to cry, to feel like he wasn’t doing enough because he was doing more than enough, it was just a phase of pain and once it was over you would be okay again. Little did you know that he was already worrying, already beating himself up for not noticing earlier and he had spent an hour after you left crying.
The next day Lip had called Mickey, Ian and Mandy over to the Gallagher house, he wanted to talk about this and see what they should do. As Ian and you had been best friends since you were kids which led Mandy and Ian to be friends which led Ian and Mickey to become whatever the fuck they were and Mandy and Mickey being your older siblings, those were the people Lip called, the ones who loved you and cared about you,
The 5 of you had become really close, almost like your own little family and lip knew that they needed to help you.
“Whats going on Gallagher” Mickey said taking a seat at the dinning room table next to Ian as Mandy had sat on the other side of the two love birds and Lip had sat on end, making sure he could see the 3 of them.
“Its about y/n” Lip said but then was cut off by Mickey interrupting him.
“I swear to god if you got my sitter pregnant i will fucking kill you with my cold fucking hands” Lip laughed and nodded before explaining that him and you were always safe and you weren’t in fact pregnant which gained a “Better fucking not be” from the carrot boy.
“Me and Y/n were doing some things when I noticed marks on her thighs, both of them. Some were old and some were fresh. I don’t know what Terry has done to her as she hasn’t told me it all but he’s fucking broken her and we need to fix her before she pulls a fucking Monica and I lose the love of my life” Lip said, tears coming back in his eyes.
“You love her?” Mandy asked, a huge smiling coming onto her face.
“What the fuck are you trying to say Gallagher?” Mickey asked, hurting flashing through his voice. Ian grabbed his hand under the table and Mickey laced his fingers with the ginger boys right away.
“I think she’s self harming Mickey, I think living in that house when hes there is toxic for her. He’s ruining her. She isn’t the same. Her smile isn’t as bright and her laugh isn’t as loud. Her eyes don’t shine like they use to” He said., finally allowing tears to fall again.
Who would have though, Lip Gallagher crying, He wasn’t the crying type.He drank when sad emotions came up, but not this time. You were everything to him, his whole fucking world and he couldn’t live without you.
“Ask her to come over, we will talk to her. Tell her we are here.. Maybe she can stay with us for a little. Do everything we can for her” Ian suggested, earning a nod from both the Milkovich siblings.
“Thank you for caring about her, I believe you are the best for her” Mickey said. Mick was hurt that he never realized how much Terry had broken you, he wished he could have done more to protect you from the bastard but there wasn’t much anyone could do when it came to Terry.
You had received a text saying that Fiona had asked Lip to watch Liam and the house was empty and he wanted you to come over. You loved Liam a much as Lip did and when everything happened with Fiona and the drugs and stuff you and Lip had acted like his mom and dad until she had gotten released and you loved it. Since you were a little girl you dreamed about being a parent and being a loving supporting mom, so different than both of your parents. That was your goal in life.
You and lip had talked about it once, saying that he felt the same. He then started talking the big house on the north side that you two would have with your kids and everything you had ever wanted. Thats when you fell so fucking hard for you. He was everything you had ever wanted and nothing could ever change that.
When you walked in the back door of the Gallagher house you were confused to see Mandy, Lip, Ian and Mickey sitting at the table.
“Whats going on? You said we were babysitting while Monica was working an extra few hours?” You asked as you slipped off your coat and shoes, sitting down on lips lap. His arms went straight to you waist pulling you as close as possible.
“Baby we need to talk to you..” Lip whispered. He didn’t want to cry but you could hear his voice break and it caused you to worry. You stood up eyeing them all.
“About?” You asked, something was definitely going on and you were scared. Was Terry out? What the fuck was going on?
“We know Y/n” Ian said, looking at you.
“About the cutting babygirl” Lip said turning to you, his eyes extremely glossy and his voice Breaking once again. Who knew one whole fucking sentence could make your whole world crash.
‘Guys please, its not a big deal and I don’t feel the need to talk about this with you. Im fine, its fine now drop it” You said, not letting your voice show the ashamed and sad feelings you felt deep down.
“Sis, we know he was the worst to you, we know you still have the night terrors, we know how broken you feel. Ive tired so many fucking times for him to leave you alone. Watching what he does to you breaks my fucking heart. But me and Lip and Ian, we are gonna protect you. We are gonna save you from him. He hasn’t broken you yet and we wont let him. We love you so fucking much Y/n and you have to stop please” Mickey said, his eyes becoming glossy. The face he made broke your heart.
“Mick.. Please don’t look at me like that. Im fine” You said, trying to make you believe him when you didn’t even believe yourself.
“No you aren’t Y/F/n, you aren’t fine and you need to stop! Do you understand that I cant lose you? How can we get married and have a family if you are dead!? I love you so fucking much and I wont let you do this to yourself anymore. Do you understand? You are worth so much more than that fucking asshole and I refuse to stand and watch you let him win!” Lip said, raising his voice at some point. You started crying, saying sorry over and over and you walked into lips arms, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and one around your head, him placing his hand on the top of you head. He started crying a little too, kissing the top of your head.
Him saying this to you, it made you feel alive again, like when you closed your eyes you saw a future again instead on nothing. You realized that as soon as you and Lip got out you’d be okay. You made a promise to your boyfriend and the family around you that you’d do anything to try and stop and that you loved him.
After everyone had stopped feeling emotional and had calmed down, Mickey had told you that all of them thought it was best to stay at the Gallaghers, still having a room of your own in your house but none of them wanted you to be there when Terry got out. As Ian basically lived at the Milkovich house and Carl was gone to military school and Frank not allowed in the house you had Fiona room to yourself while fiona had Franks room and you couldn’t have to cram into Lips old small bed anymore. You loved the idea of waking up to the love of your life every morning and that lip would be there when you needed him even more than normal.
a month later things were slowly getting better, You hadn’t cut in 3 weeks, the night terrors didn’t come every night like they did at the beginning but when they did lip held you and kissed you and stayed up for a while after you slept to make sure they didn’t happen. You weren’t fixed, it was a slow process but you didn’t feel as broken as you did the night they had told you that they knew. You were so happy they had did what they did, they saved you that night. You couldn’t be more grateful for everything they did for you, they were all family and that would never change.
Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work,
reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high
school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume
her, or will she see the future in her grasp?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 3,475 (minus the flashback) (yes I need to stop)
Warnings: language, sarcasm, fluff, mentions of past cheating, drinking, potentially anxious situations, confrontation, crying (every chapter has the same warnings because I’m melodramatic)
A/N: Tags are closed. I rewrote this whole damn thing again, and I’m an angsty bag of trash today, so it’s completely reflected here. I kept asking myself out loud, “Why are you like this?”
Summary: Today is your 19th birthday, and you also happen to be Tony Stark’s loved daughter. What’s a better way to celebrate this special day than a party?! All the Avengers and family friends will be there, even your secret crush Spider-Man. You’ve always wanted to meet the famous spiderling, but little did you know you already know him. Your party will definitely be one to remember.
AN: So this will be my mini Peter fic that will lead up to smut!! I wanted to just do a Peter smut but i had this brilliant idea that needed more than one post!! I would like to point out that both Peter and reader are 18+, so it’s not weird. Also, Pietro is alive and healthy bc I refuse to accept that this precious muffin is dead. Also Clint and Nat are together bc I refuse to believe they weren’t made for each other. So hope you enjoy the first part of my mini fic!!
This was floating around my head, and I had to get it out!
“No way, this is not happening. I refuse to believe this.”
Veronica lodge stood in front of Betty Coopers locker staring at her, as if she’d grown two heads.
Normally Betty would ask her best friend what was bugging her and try to comfort the spunky diva, but today
She was too damn sick to deal with this.
Betty had woken up with a splitting head ache that made her whole body hurt, her eyes were killing her and all she wanted to do was lay in bed and try to sleep it off.
Unfortunately she had a perfect attendance record to maintain so that was off the table.
“Hello earth to Betty? Don’t you want to know why I’m so astonished and amazed?”
Veronica pouted, waving her hand in front of Betty’s face.
Sighing Betty turned to close her locker and face her friend
“What’s up Ron?”
Immediately Veronica tapped the frames of her glasses and raised a brow.
Betty smiled slightly, she had forgotten she put on her glasses this morning.
“They’re just glasses Ron, I have a really bad head ache, I know they may not be in this months edition of vogue, but I work with what I have.”
“no that’s not it, you actually look really cute, I’m thinking of getting a pair, although I have perfect vision. ya know jughead jones, the boy you’ve been dreaming about since the beginning of the school year?”
Betty immediately placed her palm over Veronica’s mouth
“Ronnie! Please. Just keep it down” she scanned her surroundings.
“Oh please you know that boy stops by your locker at the same time everyday, we still have” she looked at her watch. “Thirty three seconds. Anyway as I was saying you would not believe what he’s got on today.”
“Ronnie, you know I’m not as into style as you, what does this have to do with my glasses?”
“Hey green eyes.”
She turned around at the familiar rumble of her favorite boy, smiling before her eyes caught on to his.
He had on glasses. Big goofy looking glasses, that made him look even sexier, if that was possible.
Apparently her glasses took him by surprise too. he just looked at her wide eyed before smiling and tapping his rims.
“Great minds think alike bets.”
She smiled at him
“They look good on you.”
He pushed a silky strand of her behind her ear, and whispered just for her to hear.
“Didn’t think you could look any prettier, but you just love to prove me wrong don’t you?”
She blushed about as pink as humanly possible before muttering
She was taken aback by the look of concern on his face.
“You don’t feel well? Did you sleep last night? Your moms not shoving those anti sleep pills down your throat again is she?” He rushed out grabbing her by the forearms and checking her over.
Smiling at his concern
“Just couldn’t sleep, I’m okay.” She placed her hands on his face rubbing his cheek with her thumb, feeling the always present butterflies when he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch.
“What about you? What’s with the glasses?”
He shrugged sliding his hands down her arms
“Honestly I was reading in the office and just forgot to take them off.”
She laughed, wincing at the pain in her head.
His hands went to her temples massaging them gently.
She relished in his cool hands and they way his fingers worked her skull.
“Umm hi, Veronica lodge, still here, still standing in the middle of the hallway”
The raven haired beauty broke them both out of there spell.
Jughead rolled his eyes,
“Come on ladies, ill walk you to class”
Veronica linked arms with Betty as jughead walked in front a bit. She whispered right into Betty’s ear
Prompt: The creator of Hamilton was the most anticipated guest speaker at a conference you’ve been planning for months. Since you were the youngest member of the committee, you were given the task to pick up Lin-Manuel Miranda from the airport, nevermind the fact that you didn’t know a damn thing about him.
Summary: Falling in love with an artist can certainly make one’s life more colourful.
Count: 736 words.
Note: This drabble was inspired by Taehyung’s recent museum trip because why not. The title translates to Field of Yellow Flowers which is one of Vincent Van Gogh’s pieces.
Champ de Fleurs Jaunes
He had noticed her from afar. She strolled from painting to painting, each illustration regarded attentively with a warm gaze within the gallery until she ceased her pace and admired one in particular. It portrayed a meadow—vivid hues of yellow blossoms, streaks of grey as the contrasting overcast; yet, sun rays illuminated through fractures of the clouds, creating a natural spotlight.
“Solitude,” A voice had said behind her, velvety deep before it paused as the gentleman stood next to her, sipping on a glass of champagne. Proudly did he stand, an unused hand tucked into a pocket whilst he began to commend the piece of art. “Simplistic, brilliant. I think the artist is trying to display hope and enlightenment, wouldn’t you agree?” He turned towards the woman, who studied his presence as though he was, indeed, artwork and shrugged.
The flute of champagne twirled in her grasp, “What makes you believe that?” is inquired past tinted lips and from the corner of her eyes, she made note of the playful smirk in response. He clicked his tongue and took a few steps towards the painting prior to announcing: “I should know. I painted it.”
FINALLY. I FINISHED IT. Fucking hate random writer’s block but I hope y'all like this one. Sorry if it’s not as detailed or as intricate as the other smuts I’ve written (lol you naughty readers ;)) ) but i did my best. Also, I might not open requests next week ‘cause it’s Holy Week from where I am but mainly because my parents will be home.
(Y/n) kept her eyes focused on the approaching Hufflepuff while trying to guard the hoop. Gryffindor was now on tie with the rivalry team and both only needed fifty points in order to determine who wins the game. As she swatted the quaffle with her broomstick, her team captain, James Potter, cheered; thinking they had succeeded in slowing down the opponent’s chances of winning. However, it was only a distraction as the other Chaser zipped to one of the hoops that (Y/n) was supposedly guarding and threw the quaffle perfectly through the ring.
The crowd roared and applauded at the sight before the game commentator could announce the team’s victory.
Gryffindor students all groaned in defeat as their own team flew down from the cloudless blue sky and landed on the ground to properly congratulate the opposing house. James was the first to approach the Hufflepuff captain and shook his hand with a firm grip before turning away, leading his teammates towards the exit quietly. He had scheduled the field for Quidditch practice almost every week and yet all their hard work were put to the garbage bin, losing more luck to win the house cup this year. He couldn’t accept this defeat at all. As he calculated every single movement that he made during the game, his mind began to retrace its steps and wonder what went wrong.
Or rather, who went wrong.
The team was all appalled at his silence, having been used to hearing him brag or attempt to motivate them when he finally spoke in a deep voice.
“Get changed and come back here for practice tomorrow morning. That’s all,” he was normally not this serious but his expression shook everyone so they decided not to delay and immediately went to the locker room.
(Y/n) was about to slip away to the dormitories to avoid facing her teammates or worse, her own team captain. She didn’t want to see the disappointment written on his face nor did she want to hear him tell her she was going to be replaced especially since she had worked twice as hard just to please him. She took her broomstick with her and made way to the opposite direction when she heard someone clear their throat.
“May I ask where you’re going?” James asked, his hazel eyes on her.
She turned around and looked down, refusing to meet his gaze and mumbled a seemingly believable excuse, “I-I’m going back to the dorm. I left my clothes there and my broomstick needs repair.”
James walked closer to her and inspected her broomstick before smirking, “It looks like it’s in perfect condition. Pity it’s not quick enough.”
“Look, James, it wasn’t her fault-” one of the teammates tried to defend but James glared at him before he could continue.
Everyone was definitely scared now. Famous James Potter and his jokes and pranks, now completely furious over a game. He had every right to be. They were supposed to play against Slytherin and winning against them could only mean championship but now they had to lay back and watch from the benches in agony.
James dismissed the whole team except (Y/n) who shuffled her feet before finally looking at him. Once they were alone, she tried to speak to him in a small and gentle voice but he backed her against the wall with both his hands on each side of her head.
“J-James…what are you doing?”
He leaned in close to her, his forehead pressing against hers before whispering to her lips, “Tell me, do you still need to leave?”
He kissed her softly and ran his other hand down to her waist, slipping them beneath her shirt to feel her skin and moving it to her lower back. He kept his kisses teasingly light and gentle.
She kissed him back and entangled her fingers through his messy black hair when he pulled away and moved close to her ear, hot breaths down her neck.
“Worked so hard for me now, didn’t you, love? Such a sweet girl.”
He planted small kisses down her neck while she moaned pleasingly.
“Unfortunately for you, it wasn’t enough..,” he leaned in close to her ear once more, “But luckily for me, I get to punish you,” he breathed before adding,
“After all, naughty girls ought to be punished now, don’t you think so?”
James smirked and in a quick flash, his lips went back to hers, now harsh and rough. He sucked onto her bottom lip and held her by her thighs, carrying her and allowing her to wrap her legs around him. She was his addiction and all his pent up frustration and sexual desires went straight to her delectable lips, tasting them vigorously. His tongue pried her mouth open, meeting hers halfway, unafraid to show the lust they felt towards each other. He ripped her robe open and peeled it off of her while she removed his, discarding them onto a pile on the floor. He grinded his hard tent against her clothed core, an indication that he wanted her now. His lips left hers immediately and began to trail down on her throat to her collarbone where he nipped and sucked onto her precious skin.
“J-James…Want you now…,” she moaned, making him stop and look back at her.
“You don’t make orders here, (L/n),” he demanded, “Now, take off the rest for me. Wanna see you, dear.”
(Y/n) obeyed and removed her clothes in front of him. James could not keep his eyes off of her the entire time, watching the last bit of fabric fall down to the ground. He took off his sweater as well, revealing his white undershirt that stuck to his muscled body before he walked towards her, pressing her against the wall once more.
“Let’s see how wet you are, doll,” he reached down and trailed his fingers down her underwear, feeling her wet entrance. Without another word, he knelt down slowly and raised her leg over his shoulder, pulling her panties aside and sliding his finger up and down her soaking slit. (Y/n) gasped and did her best to balance as he continued teasing her with his finger. He slipped inside and attached his mouth onto her clit, his finger now moving in and out of her smoothly, all soaked up with her juices.
It was a heavenly feeling to have him down there, finally playing with her and going as far as licking her slit. Apparently, he was not only talented in academics and Quidditch, but he was also talented in combining both his finger and tongue on her. James licked her hungrily and even went as far as sticking his tongue in to taste her, eyes staring right back at her. She grabbed his hair in an effort to get him closer but all it did was make him moan against her slit, sending vibrations that made her call his name desperately.
He pulled away and gave her one long lick before tugging down her panties, exposing her fully to him.
“Sorry, darling. Can’t cum yet. You’ll have to wait,” he smirked while removing his pants together with his boxers, his length all hard and ready for her. He carried her once more in his arms and pressed her against the wall, teasing his tip on her wet entrance.
“Captain…please, I want you,” she moaned, clinging onto him.
“Captain, huh? I like the sound of that,” he said before placing a soft kiss onto her lips and finally entering her in one quick push. He was certainly bigger than she had anticipated but she was definitely not complaining. She loved every hard thrust he gave her, his hands squeezing her ass as he persisted in hitting that glorious spot. Her walls were already tightening around his length and he could almost sense that she was about to cum once more.
He moved her up and down onto his member quickly as he chased his climax, both of them moaning.
“Louder!” He shouted, slapping her ass hard while continuously thrusting into her wet core. His glasses were already fogged from the intensity but he did not care.
“Oh, Captain!” she moaned louder and felt his cock throb inside her, making her release all over him with another moan of his name, nails scratching onto his back.
James pushed inside one last time before he finally came, painting her walls with his seed. He panted heavily and kept her in his arms until they came down from their high.
The two got dressed afterwards and left the room together, their teammates waiting by the door, all of them shocked at what they heard.
“Tomorrow again?” (Y/n) asked James with a smile on her face.
“Certainly. Just don’t practice without me,” he winked before kissing her once more.