i saw one i could reblog but i just wanted these three in it

anonymous asked:

I don't watch voltron (I plan to but haven't had the time yet), so could you please explain the sheith discourse? Idk anything about any of the characters specifically, but just based on appearances I've always liked that better than klance.

Oh my sweet summer child, I wish you well if you ever decide to brave through this fandom hell. Okay so I’ll sum this up because honestly I do not wish to talk about this discourse anymore.

Everything started shortly after the show aired on Netflix on June 10th. Due to Keith’s and Shiro’s close bond, familiarity with one another and always attempting to protect each other, they became a popular ship. So popular in fact that Josh Keaton, Shiro’s voice actor, acknowledged this on his blog and even coined the name for the ship: sheith.

It didn’t take long until he and Neil Kaplan, Zarkon’s voice actor, started mentioning sheith on their twitters as well. To top it off, Chris Palmer, who directs the show, also made this Shiro drawing with the description “Shiro loves you, baby” and tagged “he is looking at Keith.” Honestly with so many people involved with the show (even if the VAs aren’t directly involved, it was still nice) showing support for the ship, and considering Montgomery and dos Santos who previously worked on The Legend of Korra are producers in Voltron, a lot of people believe they could become canon like Korra and Asami.

Things blew up however when SDCC happened in July. Tim Hedrick, Montgomery and dos Santos who were at the event were asked by a fan about the ages of the characters, since the only clue we had was the DreamWorks’ site saying they’re teenagers. Pidge is 14, Shiro is 25 at most and everyone else is late teens.

However, many fans interpreted it as proof that Shiro is factually 25 and the other three are 17 and claim that Shiro/Paladin ships are pedophilia, wrong, incorrect and a bunch of other nasty things. They use the video as confirmation and refuse each and any other evidence to contrary, even when it comes from the same people that were in the video. Some even attack the voice actors over it, which is why Josh Keaton stopped talking about ships altogether on Twitter. The truth is, most people before and after the video saw and still see Hunk, Keith and Lance as being 18-19 and Shiro as 20-22 at most, not 25 since he doesn’t even look that old.

There is a whole lot more to this story, including but not limited to the fact that the official comic still mentions they’re five teenagers even after the SDCC event, Josh Keaton confirmed on twitter that ages were never brought up during recording and how Hedrick, Montgomery and dos Santos refuse to answer any all questions regarding the ages, and someone found a video prior to the age video where Montgomery talked about Shiro being a student, not an instructor as people against the ship kept mentioning. Recently Pidge’s voice actor also snapchatted about Shiro/Keith and Shiro/Keith/Lance. Last week it was revealed that the garrison where the paladins previously studied at is college like education and a military base as well, meaning they couldn’t be younger than 18.

Tbh the whole thing is a mess, the only thing we know for sure is that the creators themselves apparently never gave this too much thought in the first place because they wanted people to see the characters as being the age they believe them to be. And now they either refuse to talk about it anymore or contradict each other in what they have to say about it, but antis refuse to stop and continue harassing shippers and the ship tags daily with violent threats and name calling.

Incidentally, NYCC is coming up this week and the same three crew members will there. It is speculated that more fans will ask them about the ages and I’m already dreading the next wave of shitstorm coming this friday.

For more about Shiro/Paladin discussions, this post is a good post about it.

anonymous asked:

I imagine that Gaston actually had some really fucked up experiences from the war. And maybe when he finally finds someone he is able to open up about how joining the war actually really messed him up and made him violent and aggressive.

TBQH, this is one of my headcanons too and like. How dare you make me feel this way right now i feel attacked.

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

  • Coming back from the War probably left parts of his personality and some segments of his emotions raw and torn down. While serving, he used opportunities of violence and women to help that.
  • But now, certain situations leave him defenseless, emotions seem to far out of hand at times so he created the perfect persona to show others so he doesn’t have to come to terms with what happened while he was fighting.
      • Something leaves him so out of focus, and he acts out in emotional and physical ways to fill a hole that was left behind. Narcissism and women are his usual ways.
        • Of course, he was full of himself before hand but not as badly. It was typical for men to be cocky, but after returning from the War, it seemed to escalate so he could fill in the need for his emotional and physical wants that were left unfulfilled.
          • Because of this, he’s found it hard to connect with someone and so he tends to use women as an outlet. He’s aware of what he does, of course, because there’s always going to be a part of him that wants to settle down with a small family. His own wife and children. A simple life.
             
  • After meeting you, he starts heavily contemplating whether he wants to tell you or if he just wants things to be left as they are.
    • It’s just a matter about opening up and letting you know who he really is. Gaston, for probably the second time in his life, is fearful of what the outcome of a situation holds from him. Because now that he’s developed feelings for you, he’s afraid that if he tells you who he truly is, you’re going to leave.
    • It’s a constant battle inside of his mind. One part wants to leave things as are because it would be the easiest but the other part of him wants to tell you because he finally realized that letting you in has helped him feel normal and grounded again. It makes him feel like he’s at war again, only with himself.
      • It’s sort of interesting because he refuses to admit that he’s truly and severely in love with you and he keeps playing it off and keeps telling himself that it’s just the sex. (Like, wow typical Gaston).
        • But after seeing you for over three months, and in a rather consistent way, it finally dawns upon himself that he does love you or at the very least, he cares for you. After all, the longest he had ever spent with the same woman before had only lasted two weeks, maybe even less if he really focused on it.
  • The dude probably just balls up and tells you straight out what happened, totally expecting the worst response from you as a result. Gaston hangs his head, almost ready to say, “If you want to leave me, now would be the best time. I don’t deserve you. I never have and I never will.”
    • Literally looks like someone kicked him in the face, he’s about to cry?
      • Brushing back some of the stray hairs in his face, he glances up at you and catches your gaze. You allow him no opportunity to speak and you say, “The War left all of us a little different…” Licking his bottom lip, he nods in agreement, “I’m not going to stop loving you because you think you don’t deserve it, Gaston… I saw under the facade, and fell in love with you. I’m not going to leave you…”
  • Gaston in love, okay? Just like, melts my heart.
    •  Binch, him like so devoted to you that he buys you flowers just because(not because he wants you to owe him something).
      • Gaston like, picking you up bridal style because there’s a really big puddle and he doesn’t want your feet to get wet so he carries you across it.
      • Gaston letting you braid his hair in private while the two of you watch the sun set. Bonus points if you tangle flowers into his hair.
      • Lends you his jacket if it’s chilly outside and you didn’t bring one of yourself. 
      • Him taking you on his horse to see the countryside. Just the two of you. You don’t even need to be talking. Silence and being alone with you is enough.
      • Going from the transition of sex to the swing of just enjoying one another’s company. Cuddles, just kissing, talking to one another in privacy. 
      • He probably sings to you. Not the showy off kind of singing, but the beautiful ‘I adore you’ sort of singing. Usually in the morning time. His voice husky, his body still half asleep. Usually a little tune he can remember from childhood. He tucks your hair back, kisses your forehead and the two of you just lay like that until you’re actually ready to get up.
      • Him talking to you about getting married and having children of your own. Tells you like, in a really detailed way as if he had been planning it since childhood. How many kids he wants, how he wants to live somewhere peaceful with you and them. 

i have a lot more headcanons but i needed to stop myself LOL. Thanks for reading! Reblogs and likes are appreciated!

The Doctor’s & Clara’s romance

I’ve made a little compilation of all the notable Whouffle and Whouffaldi moments over the seasons, along with my thoughts and theories:

Their relationship was set up as romance right from the very beginning with these words, because it becomes obvious right away that Clara might be romantically interested in the Doctor by hinting at future snogging. I don’t believe that she immediately jumped him, but she let him know from the beginning that she wasn’t uninterested. 

Let’s jump to “The Crimson Horror” where Eleven and Clara pose as husband and wife and they both convinced Mrs Gilliflower, a woman who is anything but stupid. In fact, they both seem to enjoy it, too.

I always like to believe that the end of “Nightmare in Silver” is the moment Eleven realizes that he fancies Clara because he notices her on a physical level. Besides, the conversation Mr Clever had with Clara in which “the Doctor” confesses his love to Clara is probably based on the Doctor’s own thoughts to which Mr Clever had access at that moment, but Clara saw through it and knew that the Doctor would never admit it.

When Clara suggests that she needs a boyfriend for Christmas dinner Eleven was excited. He actually believed that she was serious for a moment and he was more than happy to be her boyfriend, yet at the same time he was a bit worried that he might disappoint Clara. It was Eleven who was disappointed when he realized that Clara wasn’t actually serious.

Unfortunately they never really got to explore that part of their relationship because he got stranded on Trenzalore and later regenerated.

Matt Smith has confirmed that Clara was sort of his girlfriend while Jenna said in an interview or during a panel that Clara realized she was in love with him during the regeneration.


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When Peter kissed Liz during homecoming last year, you felt your heart break into a million pieces.

Your best friend, the boy that you’ve been in love with since the moment you laid eyes on him was taken from you, his heart cruelly ripped away from your grasps.

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Daffodils, Mugs, and Rising From the Ashes

Fandom: Avengers/Captain America

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Requested: Nope, I just really wanted to a fluffy Bucky Fic

Summary: You and Bucky always eat breakfast at the same time everyday, and everyday you invite him to spend time with you, and everyday he turns you down, until he doesnt. FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 4218

A/N: I have had this idea in my head for ages and I finally typed it up. I still feel like its a bit rough and doesnt flow very well but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯   as usual feedback is greatly appreciated! Feel free to reblog!! If anyone wants to draw Bucky in the gardening scene that would be great. I also suck at titles.



             “Hey Buckster,” You greet Bucky Barnes as you enter the kitchen of the Avenger’s tower one morning.

             “Hello,” He says, his signature frown on his face at your nick name for him as he looks up from the paper he was reading.

             “It supposed to be warmer today, I’m going for a walk around the park, would you like to come with me?” Going to grab your favorite mug for your coffee, you found that it was on the highest shelf. Cursing whoever emptied the dishwasher last, you attempted to stand on your tip toes to reach it, but couldn’t. “Buckster, will you do me a favor and grab my mug for me?” He nodded, moving over to you and reaching the cub with ease. “Thank you. So, what do you say about the walk.”

             “No thank you,” He said simply before returning to his breakfast and paper.

             Every morning you planned something to do, walk, attending to your flower garden on the top level of the tower, or Sundays and Wednesdays it was the farmer’s market, sometimes it was to read outside, other times a run, anything that you could invite Bucky along to. You had been doing it since about a week after he arrived, which was about three months ago, now. Every morning you ate breakfast at the same time as him, and every morning you’d ask if he wanted to do something with you, and every morning he would say ‘no, thank you.’ Then, every morning you would sit down and talk to him, well, at him, while you both ate or drank coffee.          

             “I know Clint calls me hot-head for the pun, but it just doesn’t make sense, I am a relatively calm person, I think.” You rant to a non-responsive Bucky about the nickname that Clint gave you. Being an Enhanced with the ability to summon and control fire it came the opportunity for a multitude of puns, all of which the team would take advantage of. You enjoyed the joking for the most part but sometimes it made you a bit upset because you were self-conscious about your enhancement, feeling that fire was far too destructive of an element for yourself. “Anyways, have a good day Buckster.” Hoping off the stool at the breakfast bar, you rinsed out your mug and put it in the drying rack just as Sam and Steve walked in from their morning run.

             “Goodness, it’s hot.” Sam commented, both of them with sweat stains down their shirts.

             “Don’t worry, I’m leaving.” You tease, waving as you walk out the door. You swore you heard a stifled chuckle from Bucky.


             “Good morning, Bucko,” You grin at Bucky the next day, walking into the kitchen and making your way to the cabinets as usual, “How was your yesterday?”

             “Fine.” He responded shortly, glancing up from the paper.

             “Damn it, who the hell keeps putting my mug on the tallest shelf?” You mutter as you attempt to grab your mug again on your very tip toes. Before you could turn around to grab a chair, you felt the presence of someone right behind you and saw a metal arm reach out in front of you and grab the mug for you. “Thank you,” You grinned up at him as you took it from his hand once he held it out for you. “I’m going to the farmer’s market today, I was thinking about getting some fresh flowers to brighten up the place in here and possibly some veggies, wanna come with?” With a fluttering in your stomach at how close he was standing to you, you took another shot in the dark, prepared for disappointment.

             “Sure,” Bucky nodded once.

             A look of surprise washed over your face for a moment but it was quickly replaced with a grin so bright it rivaled the sun. “Awesome! We can go after breakfast?” You ask, practically jumping with excitement. He nods, a corner of his lip quirking up in what you believe to be a smile.

             After you practically shot gun your cup of coffee you quickly change out of your pajamas and grab your bag, you meet Bucky back in the kitchen. You spend most of the walk to the park where the farmer’s market was in comfortable silence. “What is your favorite type of flower?” You ask as you near the tents and spot the flower stand.            

             “I don’t know,” Was all the answer you got, but you smiled anyways, mentally picking out the type of flower you were going to get for him.

             You hummed to yourself as you stood in front of the buckets of beautiful plants, finger held to your lip in thought as you decided which types would be best where in the tower. “Do you like these for the kitchen?” You ask, pointing to a particular type and looking to Bucky and only receiving a shrug in response, “Yeah, you’re right, they won’t work, far too flippant.” Looking around for a more appropriate bouquet you miss the smile that graces his lips at your comment. After choosing what you felt to be a sufficient number of flowers you gathered them up in your arms and paid the vendor.

             It wasn’t hard to notice the stares that you were getting, of course you would be recognized, you were part of the Avengers. But every time Bucky got noticeably uncomfortable with people’s heads turning to look at you, you redirected the conversation to take his mind off of it.

             “Would you like some help carrying those?” He asked after noticing you struggling to balance all of the floral arrangements as you picked out vegetables.

             “Oh heavens, yes please.” You sigh in relief and smile as you hand over about half of them. When your hands brush each other you see his eyes flick to look at you but you just keep your attention on the flowers, not wanting to make him think that it wasn’t okay. You realize afterward that this is the first time you’ve ever touched him.

             “Why do you like flower so much? You always talk about them when you ask me to come with you here, and your garden.” Bucky speaks up as you begin walking back to the tower.

             “Well, I suppose it has to do with what I feel fire is, which is annihilation and destruction, so I like something that’s the opposite of that. I like to surround myself with life and growth because maybe it’ll cancel out in the long run.” You try to sound nonchalant as you admit something you had never said aloud, let alone to anyone else. Bucky stays silent, but you know that in his silence there is understanding.

“I picked these out for you.” You say quickly after you return to the tower and set all the purchases down and holding out a grouping of daffodils. “Daffodils symbolize rebirth and new beginnings, just as we, The Avengers, are for you.” You left out the other specific things those flowers also meant.

             “Thank you, Y/N.” He tried his best to smile at you as he watched you carefully arranges the flowers in vases and put them in various places around the tower. He noticed he was the only person who got his own personal bouquet.


             “FRIDAY?” Asks as he lays flat on his back in his bed, unable to fall asleep.

             “Yes, Mr. Barnes?” The AI answers back.

             “Look up Daffodil flower meaning,” He stated, before quickly adding a “please” at the end. While he did have to use technology a bit in his years working for Hydra, he was still confused as to how to navigate the world-wide web, so he mostly turned to FRIDAY to answer his questions.

             “Daffodils symbolize chivalry, rebirth, and since they are the first flower to boom in spring, they are considered symbolize the end of winter.” FRIDAY answers back smoothly. Bucky smiles at this, it was perfect. He knew that Y/N knew enough about flowers to know the full meaning. His heart swelled with happiness and affection, she specifically chose ones that not only meant rebirth, as she had defined them, but ones that specifically marked the end of winter, and gave them to him. But he was drawn from these thoughts when the AI’s Irish lilt filled the silence of his room once again, “To a lesser degree they are known as the flower of unrequited love.” Bucky’s heart beat sped up at this and his head swam. Had Y/N meant it that way? If he were to think she just didn’t know, he would be contradicting his earlier thought of that she knew flowers and their meanings well. “Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Barnes?”

             “No, thank you.” He croaks out. He lay there for the rest of the night, thoughts running too fast to let him find peaceful sleep.


              Bucky didn’t realize he had fallen asleep until he woke up. Late, much to his dissatisfaction. It was only about half an hour later than when he normally woke up. Walking quickly down the hall he cursed to himself, he liked to be in the kitchen before you so he could see you scuffle in, wish him good morning in your far-too-chipper-for-how-early-it-was voice, and invite him to whatever it was you were doing that day, and more recently, help you grab your mug from the top shelf of the cabinets.

             As he neared the kitchen he heard the sound of glass shattering followed immediately by a loud thud and an ‘oof’. Running into the room, he finds you on the floor, seemingly haven fallen off the counter, mug broken.

             “Hey there, Buck-aroni, mind giving a girl a hand?” You groan, trying to push yourself up.

             Bucky moves to your side to help you, “You’re bleeding,” He comments when he sees that the shattered mug had left ceramic bits sticking out of the side of your arm and leg as he pulls you to your feet. So preoccupied with worry, he fails to see the blush spreading across your cheeks at the close contact.

             “Oh great,” You mutter, hissing in pain as you attempt to pull a particularly large shard from your thigh.

             “I can help, I’ll go get a first aid kit.” When Bucky returned, first aid box in hand, you were sitting on a stool and attempting to pull more pieces. “Stop that.” He ordered softly, moving your hand away so he could begin pulling them out more carefully with the tweezers.

             “That was my favorite mug.” You huff between curses as he began carefully working on cleaning you up, “I was trying to get it from the top shelf so I climbed on the counter, but it was wet and I slipped.”

             “Why didn’t you grab a chair or wait for me to get it for you?” He glances up at you, guilt settling in his stomach.

             “I was too lazy to get a chair and I didn’t want to hassle you. Plus you might have been sleeping in.” You shrug.

             “Good morning Inferno, Frosty- oh god what happened here?” Tony asks as he enters the kitchen to fill his mug. You doubt he slept, based on the caffeine-wired look and dark circles under his eyes.

             “I fell,” You say with a roll of your eyes. You hated your title, and everyone knew that. Being an enhanced, you came from Hydra, a different branch than Bucky, so you hadn’t crossed paths at all. You joined the Avengers a few months before he did, and right away you had expressed your dislike of your name.

             “Oh right, sorry about that. Say, why don’t you like Inferno again?” Tony asked, leaning against the counter.

             “An Inferno is defined as huge, out of control, fire, or simply, as Hell, because I was designed to reign hell down upon Hydra’s enemies. I don’t want to be Hell.” You replied simply, though there was an edge to your tone.

             Bucky glanced up at you, this being the first time you had ever explained your hatred of your title, and your reasoning resonated deep with him.

             “Well, how about we come up with a new one for you.” Tony shrugged, sipping his coffee.

             “What are we coming up with a new one of?” Steve asked as he entered the kitchen after his morning run with Sam. He raised a questioning eyebrow at Bucky crouched in front of you, gauze in hand.

             “I couldnt reach my mug so I stood on the counter to get it and slipped getting off and broke it, thus why I have mug shards in my arm and leg.” You answer his unspoken question, thinking it was directed at why you were hurt rather than the true meaning of as to why Bucky was the one helping you. Little did you know, when Steve and Bucky were alone, you were pretty much all Bucky could talk about. Yesterday, Steve swore the only things that came out of his best friend’s mouth were about your trip to the farmer’s market and how happy he was you gave him flowers. “But Tony suggested we come up with a new like code name for me, since I despise Inferno so much.”

             “That’s a great idea! How about Blaze? That sounds cool?” Steve offered, grabbing food from the fridge.

             You shook your head, wincing slightly as Bucky cleaned a larger cut. “That makes me sound like I’m a stoner or something.”

             “Stoner?” Steve frowns in confusion and you just shake your head to say ‘you don’t wanna know.’

             “Combustion?” Tony suggests thoughtfully, “Flaming flammable person? Magma?”

             “What about Phoenix?” Bucky asks suddenly, looking up as he wraps the final cut with a Band-Aid. “This is your new life, rising from the ashes of what Hydra made you,”

             “I love it.” You grin, nodding, “That’s perfect.”

             Bucky smiles slightly, and Steve nods in approval of it as well, all while Tony walks away muttering about three people in the Avengers now with bird-related names.

             “I was going to go work in the garden this morning but seeing as it hurts to move and I have a mission coming up and need to heal, I think I’m going to watch a movie. Want to join me, Buck-aroni?” You ask as you push yourself off the bench gingerly.

             “Yeah,” He nods once, and you smile in response before leaving to go pick out a movie in the other room.

             “Buck-aroni?” Steve asks, smirking.

             “Steve.” Bucky warns, shooting his friend a good-natured glare.

             “I think it’s cute, the nicknames,” His best friend shrugs in response, “I’m glad to see you’re finally taking her up on her offers to spend time with you.”

             “What do you mean?”

             “Every morning without fail she asks you to do something, no matter how many times you turn it down, you got to like someone to do that. We’ve all seen it, so don’t even deny it, so she obviously wants to spend time with you, and I’m glad you started doing it.” Steve shrugs, taking a bite of the toast he made.

             Before Bucky could response his attention is pulled away by you calling his name to join you in the movie room.


              “Good Morning, Buckaroo,” You wave at him before going to the cupboard to steal someone else’s mug for the day until you went to the store to get a new one.

             This morning Bucky had made sure to be there before you, a small box with a ribbon in hand.

             “I have something for you,” He avoided making eye contact and he seemed nervous, which made you frown. As he held out the box, you took it carefully.

             “Bucky, you didn’t have to get me anything.” You say as you carefully untie the ribbon and open the box. Inside was a new mug, covered in vintage style flowers. “Oh, this is wonderful, thank you!” Setting the cup down you move across the table to pull him into a tight hug. Bucky stiffens at first but then wraps his arms around your waist.

             “Am I interrupting something?” Sam says teasingly as he enters the room, Steve not far behind him.

             “Oh no, Bucky just got me a new mug because I broke mine yesterday, isn’t is pretty?” You pull away from Bucky and hold up the mug. While you admiring the details of the flowers you missed the knowing smirks that Steve and Sam shot Bucky, and the blush that rose to his cheeks in response.

             “Oh, Buckaroo, I’m working in the garden today and could use some help, want to join me?” You ask over your shoulder, pouring yourself a coffee.

             “Of course.”


              You quickly pulled out your phone to snap a picture of the moment. You and Bucky had just finished weeding and potting new plants in your garden and were gearing up to head back inside, but the picture perfect moment was too much to pass up. His hair was pulled up with a hair band, a flower tucked behind his ear from when you placed it there earlier, dirt smeared on his face, and neon pink gardening gloves on his hands. 

             “Smile!” You command with a laugh, holding up your phone. He didn’t have enough time to think of what he was doing before he flashed you a dazzling smile that made your heart flutter.

              ‘Well, I have my new wallpaper.’ You think to yourself as you grin down at your phone.


             “Steven Grant Rogers, stop putting my mug on the top shelf! Unlike you, I am a short person who can’t reach it!” You yell as you walk into the kitchen that night and find Steve emptying the dish washer.

             “I don’t put your mug on the top shelf, I always put it on the bottom.” He puts his hands up as if in surrender before pointing to your mug. And sure enough, it was on the bottom shelf of the cupboard.

             “Then how does it get to the top shelf every morning?” You frown, crossing your arms.

             “I was on a mission a few days ago and someone else emptied it, maybe they did.” He shrugs before returning to putting the dishes away.

             Opening a screen located inside the island, you try to remember the first day it was on the top shelf. “FRIDAY, pull of video of the kitchen from four nights ago, fast forward.” Steve comes and stands beside you as you watch the playback of the night sped up. “Normal speed.” You order as you watch Bucky come on screen and begin putting the dishes away, and sure enough, puts your mug on the top shelf. “What a little shit, I asked him to get it down for me the next morning and he didn’t even tell me he was the one who did it.” you mutter with a shake of you head.

             “But I was here the next day, and I put it on the bottom shelf.” Steve prompts, putting the pieces together as to what was going on.

             “FRIDAY, go to the next night, fast forward,” You say, watching intently as people whiz quickly on the screen, including Steve putting the dishes away, as he said. Leaning against the counter, you and Steve waited as the foot traffic stopped and the lights went off, “I don’t understand, how did it-“ but you were cut short when the lights turned back on around 2am, and Bucky walked in, opened the cupboard, and put your mug on the top shelf. “Pause, please.” You ask FRIDAY and the picture stops. “Why would he do that?” Frowning, you ask the question more to yourself than to Steve. “Go to 24 hours later please,” And at the same time the next night, you saw Bucky come in and move your mug yet again. “I don’t understand.”

             “Well, you said you asked him for help the first day, right?”

             “Yeah and the next day I was just going to grab a stool but he grabbed it for me before I could.” Frowning in thought, you dismiss FRIDAY and close the screen.

             “It could be because he liked helping you?” Steve offered, hoping you’d pick up on what was happening. You were smart, just oblivious sometimes. “That was the day he went to the farmer’s market with you, right? It could be that that gave him an excuse to be by you? You could ask him about it.”

             “Could be.” You nod, staring to understand what was going on. “I’ll ask him about it.”

             And by ask you meant wait until 2am and catch him in the act.

             At around 1:45 you crept softly into the kitchen, keeping the lights off so Bucky wouldn’t think anything was out of the ordinary. Waiting in the darkness, you felt your heartbeat pick up with nerves. What if Steve was wrong? But why else would Bucky move your mug every day? When you heard footsteps approaching, you panicked and scurried softly away, staying low and peaking around the corner as Bucky entered the kitchen. You knew it was weird to spy, but you didn’t have the courage to confront him. You figured, tomorrow morning, you will quickly try to get the cup yourself without him interfering, and if he does, you’ll stay up the next night and confront him for sure.


             “Good morning, Bucky!” You try to sound as normal as possible as you stroll into the kitchen.

             “No nickname this morning?” He asks, a small amused smile on his lips that makes your heart swell with happiness.

             “To be honest I’m running out of them. I thought about Buckaboo but that just sounds weird.” You laugh when he scrunches up his nose at the nickname, “See?” You tease as you open up the cupboard and prepare yourself to jump on the counter again. After making sure it was dry this time, of course. Putting your hands on the counter, you jump up, but as soon as your feet leave the ground you feel two strong hands on your waist, lifting you to reach your mug. After you clasped onto your mug tightly, he lowered you back to the ground. “Thank you,” You murmured, turning around to face him.

             “Of course,” Bucky smiled, lingering in front of you for a moment before returning to his spot at the breakfast bar. After pouring your coffee and adding the amount of sugar you like, you took your place next to him, falling into your usual routine of talking at him. Though, today, he talked back, looked up from the paper, made eye contact, added comments here and there. You didn’t think you had been happier in years.

             “I was thinking about going for a walk this morning, would you like to join me?” Bucky asks softly during a lull in conversation, turning the tables. You can tell he’s nervous by the way he’s fidgeting and avoiding eye contact, but his words are smooth, probably from rehearing it repeatedly.

             “I’d love to, Bucky.” You grin.


             You walked along the streets until you reached a small park. Collectively, you decided to sit on a bench and people watch for a bit, enjoying the nice weather.

             “Bucky,” You say after a moment and he turns to look at you, “You do know there’s a video camera in the kitchen, right?” Watching as his face goes void of color and he starts to stammer something out but you just smile softly and hold up your hand to stop him. “Just tell me why, I want to understand.”

             He takes a deep breath, looking down at his hands as he tries to formulate the right thing to say. “Every morning you always ask me to do something, anything, with you, to show, what I think and hope is, your affection. Or at least that you aren’t afraid of me, and enjoy my company. I guess I was looking for my own version of that to show you the same things.”

             Scooting over on the bench you wrap your arms around him and pull him into a tight hug, “Thank you,”

             “I looked up the full meaning of daffodils too, by the way.” He says as you pull away, and it was your turn for your face to go pale.

             “I knew you shared the same sentiment about your title as I did, so I figured a flower that marked the end of winter would be appropriate.” You quickly tried to cover your tracks, hoping that was all that came up when he searched the meaning.

             “It’s not unrequited.” He says simply, ignoring your explanation.

             “it isn’t?” You choke out, you voice small as you look at him.

             “It isn’t.” A large and genuine smile graces his lips, “Thank you for not giving up on me every time I turned you down for your morning activities.”

             “Of course,” A bashful blush rises to your cheeks as you glance between his eyes and his smile.

             “Can I kiss you?” He asks softly, and when you nod he closes the distance between you two, pressing a soft and sweet kiss to your lips.


[Extended ending]

             “What the hell is this?” Natasha throws a tabloid magazine down on the table in front of you and Bucky as you drink your morning coffee together the next day.

             You pick up the magazine and study the front page with your boyfriend. There was a picture of you two kissing in the park plastered across the front and smaller photos of your morning walks and farmer’s market visit scattered in the corners, headline reading “INFERNO AND WINTER SOLDIER COUPLE NAME: TEMPERATE?”

             “Temperate, I dig it.” You nod, tossing the magazine back at the other woman and turning to Bucky, “What do you think?”

             “I feel like Sam personally called them to give them that idea.” He chuckles with a shake of his head.

             “I meant what the hell as in why didn’t you tell me you were together!” Natasha scolded you with her hands on her hips.

Peter Parker Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine:  can you do a peter parker imagine where you’re going to a haunted house with peter and some friends. peter didn’t want to go at first but when he heard you were going, he was in. you all go to the haunted house and a guy in the group was flirting with you trying to act all manly and brave and stuff. peter gets really jealous and wants you all to himself so he ‘accidentally’ locks you in the same room as him. he confesses his feelings with you and you confess yours. thx so much i love ur writing!

A/N: thanks anon! you are a sweetie!! || it’s long ;3

Warning: None


 You walked around the corner with a smile on your face and your hair in perfect condition. You’ve been looking for Peter for the past five minutes, you wanted him to see how good you looked today. As you looked around, you spotted him talking with your friends. You gave yourself a silent, ‘yes!’ of excitement. He was talking with your friends, which was a good sign because they were your excuse to talk with Peter.

 You fix your hair up one last time and take a deep breath. Before you knew it, you were off. When you reached the group, Peter was the first one to greet you. Everybody greeted you afterwards, you glanced at Peter who kept staring at you. You were freaking out on the inside, he must’ve thought you looked good.

‘’So.. What were you guys talking about?’’ you ask, trying to spark up a conversation.

‘’Oh. We were inviting him to going to the haunted house with us tomorrow, but he doesn’t want to go.’’ judy explains.

‘’Yeah. Haunted houses aren’t really my thing.’’ peter shrugs.

‘’Aw man, that’s to bad. I was going to go tomorrow night.’’ you sigh.

 Peter gasped in surprise. He pulled out his phone almost immediately and started to tap his fingers rapidly on his screen. Everybody in the group exchanged glances, wondering what he was doing. Peter soon threw his phone back into his pocket and looked up at you.

‘’I actually had plans for tomorrow night that’s why I couldn’t go. But it seemed that they cancelled the plans so I’m free. I’ll go.’’ peter says.

‘’But I thought you said haunted houses weren’t real-’’

‘’Forget what I said! I’ll be there!’’ peter exclaims.

 Before you could respond, the bell rang and Peter ran off into the big crowd that was forming. You watched as he rushed off, you bit your lip and smiled. He was going and it was going to be a blast.

‘’Y’know Y/N. I think he’s just going because you’re going.’’ judy comments.

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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.1

                                              Part O N E 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: ah, the first part of my very first series!! I hope you all enjoy and please do reblog a ton so more people can enjoy it! Thank you all for the support and I truly hope you enjoy xx OH also!! depending on how many notes this first part gets, ill resume this series steadily

Parts: onetwo, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nineten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                              I M A G I N E 

LONDON, 13:05 P.M.

“Are you sure this is really okay, Ashton?” You mumbled, uncertainty playing at your voice as you tightly held the latch of your luggage. Your cousin, Ashton Irwin, looked back at you, giving you a smirk before he kept looking forward. 

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Reggie Mantle x Reader PART FIVE: THE ARTIST & THE JOCK


A/N: I couldn’t sleep after my nap, I decided to fix up and post part 5. Seems as you guys are really liking this imagine and I’m probably gonna knock out after this now since it’s now 3am, but thanks for the notes and the reblogging it means a lot! I will wake up later and fix up two requests and post them. Also to those asking if my requests are closed because of my bio they aren’t I just posted that, so I could catch up on the ones I have right now. Meaning if you have a request you can totally send it, but I probably won’t get to it just yet. 

Words: 1627

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Summary: Reader decides to not accept the contract and realizes her feelings for Reggie. Movie day b/w Reader, Reggie, Jughead, Betty, Archie, Veronica, and Kevin. 

Spoilers: Jughead being such a great friend.

Warnings: Some swear words I think.

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four 


You didn’t catch up to Reggie in time, he had already stepped in your home, announcing to both families that you didn’t share the same feelings as his, which wasn’t true. This flashback was a game changer. You realized you fell for Reggie Mantle on that trip too. You realized that you had only ever ignored him and decided not gain his friendship back after you both drifted apart was because you were heartbroken. He broke the promise you both made to each other that day for popularity not caring if it meant losing you as his best friend.

When you stepped in your home, your mother grabbed you by the wrist and practically dragged you up the stairs up to your room.

“I’m so sorry about tonight” your father downstairs answered to The Mantles on their way out “We’ll fix this” he reassured them as they left your home.

“How dare you?” your mother growled at you back in your room.

“Mom, I- I- can’t sign that contract!” you replied and your father made his way into your room.

“I can’t believe you just did this to us? You humiliated me in front of a business partner (Y/N)!” he scowled at you.

“I can’t believe you guys would sell me out like that! You’re supposed to be my parents!” you sobbed.

“(Y/N), honey, you know the real Reggie. He’s perfect for you and willing to go out with you unlike others here at Riverdale, this could be your chance to stop being an ugly duckling and blossom into popularity!” your mother claimed as you made your way to sit on your bed with your knees against your chest.

“You have this weekend to think about your answer, and you can’t tell anyone about tonight” your father hissed and he and your mother stepped out.

You sobbed and sobbed only to think about when did they change? When did your parents stop wishing what was best for you? Why were they pushing this so hard? Yes you like Reggie, but you couldn’t accept this absurd deal.

You changed into comfortable clothes, grabbed your phone and texted Reggie. No answer. You called. No answer.  You wanted to go to him, talk to him about your feelings, but since his parents were owners of a big company in Riverdale and owned half of the newspaper here at Riverdale you could never get past the guards they had.

You decided to grab a jacket and go for a walk to forget this whole night.

As you walked in the cold night with your headphones in your ears trying to think about how to make things right, you caught two shadows laughing by a parked car by Pops.

Your heart felt like it broke into a million pieces when you recognized it was Reggie’s car and he was with Veronica. You felt like an idiot for falling for his sob story that he probably practiced for his parents, so you could agree to that stupid contract.

You walked away, mad at yourself for everything you had put yourself through. You ignored your feelings for so long and now you wished they had never surfaced in the first place.

You needed someone to talk to, but you couldn’t tell anyone, so you decided to make your way back to the only person you knew wouldn’t care if you told them as long as they were there, because that’s all that mattered.

You opened the door to Pops and slipped in with Jughead in his regular booth. Your face puffed up from all the crying. Pop brought you a (Y/F/Flavor) milkshake and some fries.

When Pop placed the food in the table, Jughead finally took his eyes away from his laptop and saw your face. He saw the hurt in your eyes.

“(Y/N) what happened?” He questioned with worry in his eyes.

“Sadly, I can’t give you the details Juggie” you claimed as you sipped on your milkshake.

“Hey, come here” Jughead spoke as you stood up and slipped next to him as he put his arm around your shoulder and you leaned your head on him.

You both stayed like that until you finished up your milkshake and Jug finished your fries.

“Hey c’mon” Jug spoke as he closed his laptop and you left the money there for Pop and walked out in the chilly night once again.

You both walked in silence your arm linked with his as you leaned on him.

“Rough dinner then?” Jughead broke the silence.

“You have no idea Juggie” You chimed in.

“Am I ever going to know why you are so glum this frosty night?” Jughead hinted.

“I can’t tell you the events that took place on this night, but I can spare you one small gut-wrenching detail” you mentioned.

“What detail may that be?” Jughead asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“You can’t speak a word about this to anyone, if you did I might just have to get rid of the perfectly great Jughead Riverdale has” you informed Jughead with a small smile on your face.

“I swear on my beanie” Jughead notified you returning a smile.

“Wow, do you see the risk you are taking Jug?” and he just gave you a nod.

“I may have feelings for a certain Reggie Mantle” you muttered and Jughead stopped you both in your tracks.

“What? I knew it!?” Jughead proclaimed.

“Jug you can’t tell a single soul, not even Hot Dog! You swore on that beanie remember?!” you nagged as you kept walking.

“Not even Hot Dog damn (Y/N), that’s ruff” he added his pun and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Does he know?” Jughead added on and you shook you head no as you made your way closer to your house.

“I’ll see you tomorrow for movies at Kevin’s” you told Jughead as you climbed up your window and fell asleep.

You had now gotten ready for a movie afternoon at Kevin’s and you exited your home, you hadn’t seen your parents all day and didn’t plan on it.


While making your way to Kevin’s you ran into Archie and Jughead on their way as well, so you walked with them.

“(Y/N) how was dinner with The Mantles?” Archie questioned you and Jughead just had an unreadable look on his face.

“Below average” you lied as you opened the door to Kevin’s home.

Betty was already there ordering the food, and Kevin was fixing his TV.

“Hey where’s Veronica?” you asked.

“In the restroom checking her makeup like always” Kevin mocked.

“How was dinner with The Mantles?” Betty questioned you as well.

“Oh yeah how was that?” Kevin butted in.

“Quite uneventful” you lied again and Jughead shot you a smile and you returned it.

The doorbell rang, and you were the chosen one to go open it.

As you opened it you froze.

“Are you gonna let me in?” Reggie commanded.

“Wha- What are you doing here?” You defended as Veronica made it out of the restroom.

“Reg you made it!” the raven haired girl cheered as she moved you away from the door to greet Reggie with a hug.

“After your crappy dinner, Reg called and we had a date and I invited him with us” Veronica added as she held Reggie’s hand  as they sat together and you went to seat yourself next to Jughead and Betty sat in the middle with Archie and Kevin.

“Great” Jughead mumbled under his breath.

The movie started and everyone grew quiet while eating the food Betty ordered and the junk food Kevin made available.

“Are you gonna tell him?” Jughead whispered to you in the middle of the movie as he scanned your eyes that shooted envy towards Veronica and Reggie across the living room.

“Just drop it Jug, Please” you pleaded.

“I’m going to get water, anyone want something from the kitchen?” You asked your friends as you removed Jugheads arm from your shoulders.

“More popcorn” Archie and Jughead spoke in sync.

So you made your way to the kitchen.
Soon to be joined by Reggie.

“You and Edward Scissorhands huh?” Reggie whispered as you placed the popcorn in the microwave.

“What?! His name is Jughead and he is my best friend” you hissed back.

“Really? Just friends? The way he had his arm around you right now and last night says something else” Reggie spoke out of jealousy.

“Last night?! Last night he was being a great best friend after an asshole only told me he liked me because of a stupid contract our parents made” you whispered back removing one bag of popcorn out of the microwave and placing another.

“Wait?! You didn’t tell him did you?” Reggie defended.

“No of course not, I just told him something else, beside how did you even see me with Jughead? It seemed you were too busy with Veronica in your car” you insisted with a hint of jealousy in your voice.

“Hey what’s the holdup Reg?” Veronica interrupted you both.

“Nothing just catching up, making the popcorn” you hinted at her with a fake smile on your face.

“You guys literally just saw each other last night” Veronica stated with a chuckle.

“Ha ha, you heard your girl Reg, go with her” you chuckled as you took out the other bag of popcorn and placed them in a different bowl for your friends.

Reggie led Veronica to the living room, his hand on her back and it made you sigh and followed suit and enjoyed the rest of the movie with your friends.

The movie finished and you decided you didn’t want to stick around so you made up an excuse to leave as your friends groaned at you and Jughead decided to leave with you as well.

Tags: @sgarrett49   @oharchiekinz

Part Six

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[[request prompt: Can I request a Peter x reader where she’s the new girl and her and Pete accidentally wear the same nerdy shirt on her first day? and it keeps happening randomly over and over that the whole school thinks they’re a couple and ships them??]]

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{Find x}

Midtown High, a school filled with vastly intelligent students where everyone was expected to take AP and Honors courses.

You honestly did not belong here. That was all you could think about as you stared up at the open gates leading to your new school.

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#PolyamoryBitch

I saw a post yesterday (earlier today? Idk?) And I thought of my favorite OT3 Science Boyfriend’s cubed (also known as the sass musketeers) Tony/Rhodey/Bruce so have a ficbit.


It had taken a while to figure out how to fit three people into a healthy relationship, and even longer to agree to tell the public about it. Yet here they are, six months in and still dating. Finally they’ve agreed to come out to the public, they just have to decide how.

“I don’t want to make a big deal out of it.” Bruce says, pushing his glasses up. “We’re coming out, but we don’t have to do anything special, we could just be.”

“I like that idea. We can start posting pictures on Twitter instead of sending them to the group chat, and flirt in public, but we don’t need to make a statement.” Rhodey agrees. It’ll be fun to see how long it takes for the public to figure it out.

“Fine, I’ll put away the Poly flag, and We’re Dating dance number for now. But, I call dibs on posting the first picture.” Tony’s already pulling it up, a picture with him in the middle and Rhodey and Bruce kissing each cheek. He tags it # ScienceSquad and beams at them.

It’s reblogged with the tag friendship goals over a hundred times. So Tony ups the antic. They hold hands in public, go out on dates. Somehow they get dubbed the Science Bros. It’s infuriating.

Eventually even Bruce is getting annoyed with the public’s unwillingness to acknowledge their relationship. They can give each other roses, and French kiss in Central Park and nobody is figuring this out.

Tony’s birthday rolls around, their one year anniversary is in a month, and Rhodey is done. First thing in the morning he posts a picture of Tony slumped over his coffee.

Check out the Birthday Boyfriend.

Bruce sees it and follows suit, pulling a picture up of Tony in the lab and posting it.

Happy birthday to my amazing boyfriend.

They put their phones away and enjoy breakfast with Tony. None of them look at their phones until well past noon, cuddling on the couch. Tony decides to post a snuggle pic on Twitter, when he opens the app he’s got more notifications than normal.

@TonyStark how could you cheat on Bruce like this?

@TonyStark James Rhodes is your best friend, and you cheat on him.

@TonyStark @warmachine @Hulksalterego They both say they’re dating you.

“They used a what is the truth oprah meme to judge me.” He mumbles, a little surprised. Bruce raises an eyebrow at him. “Apparently I’m cheating on you with Rhodey.” Rhodey snorts a laugh snuggling closer.

“Dumbasses.” Rhodey grumbles.

“Everybody smile at the camera. I need to explain to this idiot that both of you were telling the truth.” He snaps the photo beaming at the camera.

“You reply to one, and then back to cuddling.” Rhodey says, Tony nods agreeably and quickly captions the photo.

This is the truth. #PolyamoryBitch

anonymous asked:

Can I have some good Stephew facts and moments? Thank.

Some good facts:

-Steph made Matt play through the first Portal game to see if he’d make good boyfriend material.

-Steph calls Matt ‘honey’, Matt calls her ‘honey’ and 'darling’.

-Matt’s mom gave Steph a necklace that says 'family’ on it.

-Matt says Stephanie is his number one priority above work, friends, and family.

-Stephanie admitted she gets really emotional around anniversaries.

-Matt used to (and probably still does lbr) sing Stephanie love serenades.

-Every year they argue about the thanksgiving turkey (Matt always wants to buy a huge one, Stephanie points out they can’t eat a massive turkey).

-Matt calls Steph the 'Terror Of The Deep’ due to her love of sushi.

-Stephanie and Matt own matching shirts and occasionally wear them by accident and have to change before the livestreams.

-Matt thinks Steph is cute when she pouts.

-Before they have meetings on Skype with people, they’ll make silly faces together in the webcam.

-When jumpscared, Matt will usually hide behind Stephanie. When there’s an actual threat, he stands in front of her.

-Stephanie has said whenever she went to Matt’s shows, she only ever really paid attention to Matt.

-They’re nerds and share socks.

-Matt has said he has nothing but respect and admiration for Stephanie, not just on a spouse level but a friend level too.

-Stephanie thinks Matt’s brave and admired his courage when it came to never giving up on theatre auditions and putting himself out there.

-Every February 1st, since they first started dating, Matt gives Steph a dozen white roses since they’re her favourite.

-Stephanie has kept every love note Matt gave her.

-Matt regularly compliments Stephanie and admires that she’s a speed reader.

-Stephanie thinks of her engagement ring as her most prized possession.

-In college, Stephanie has basically a thinkgroup with her friends to determine if Matt was gay, and if he wasn’t, if he liked her.

-Matt has said that even before they were dating, even when he was dating someone else, he always liked Stephanie and could always see a future with her (I know I’ve said this one before, but gotdamn do I love this fact).

-By their own admission, over the years Matt has turned Stephanie into a softie.

-Matt said he spent a long time planning his proposal, and the reason it took him so long was because he wanted it to be perfect, and eventually realized it always had been.

-Stephanie loves the 'otters holding hands’ YouTube video because it came out around when they began dating and it makes her think of them.


Here u go! I’d give u some links to Stephew moments, but my computer has been acting up so I can’t link them perfectly to the time and without posting the entire URL. But I think I have a post of some fave moments, and I’ll try and find it and reblog it for you anon!

Second Chance - Part Three

(I can’t find a good gif…*sheepish grin*)

Holy crapoli. I’ve said it before and I’ll gladly say it again, y’all are amazing. The comments, the PMs, the reblogs and the likes…it’s mind-blowing that this story has gotten as much of a positive response as it has. Tank you for everything, and I hope you all enjoy chunk three! Again, lemme know if you’d like to be tagged in the next chapter!

Also, I love @sannvers because she literally sat on the floor and pretended to be an unconscious Gaston so I could figure out body movements and such. You’re a good sister. And editor.

Title: Second Chance

Pairing: Eventual Gaston x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Words: 5,794

Summary: You try to stop Gaston from shooting the Beast and falling to his death, but you arrive too late to save him. As you sit there, sobbing, the Enchantress offers you a second chance to save him.

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° ✧ GAME OF THRONES PROMPTS. PART I.

possible triggers, read/reblog with caution.

SEASON ONE :

❛ Nine years! Why have I not seen you? ❜
❛ Where the hell have you been? ❜
❛ Would you please shut up! ❜
❛ Take me to your crypt, I want to pay my respects. ❜
❛ Surely, the dead can wait. ❜
❛ Did I offend you? Sorry. ❜
❛ What the hell do you know about being a bastard? ❜
❛ I heard you the first time. ❜
❛ It’s no mercy, letting a child linger in such pain. ❜
❛ I just want to stand on top of the Wall and pissoff the edge of the world! ❜
❛ Give me a good, clean death any day. ❜
❛ What good will my sympathies do them? ❜
❛ Your absence has already been noted. ❜
❛ One word and I hit you again. ❜
❛ I’ve half a mind to leave them all behind and keep moving. ❜
❛ You’re too hard on yourself. You always have been. ❜
❛ I swear, if I weren’t your king/queen, you’d have hit me already. ❜
❛ Trust me, that’s not the worst thing. ❜
❛ Tell me we’re not speaking of this. ❜
❛ Oh, it’s unspeakable to you? ❜
❛ Look at me and tell me what you see. ❜
❛ You broke my nose, bastard! ❜
❛ I wonder how long it’d take you to hit! ❜
❛ They hate me because I'm better than they are! ❜
❛ Glad to see you’re protecting the Throne. ❜
❛ It must be strange for you, coming into this room. ❜
❛ But you just stood there and watched. ❜
❛ Is that what you tell yourself at night? ❜
❛ How could you let this happen?! ❜
❛ I received a slightly warmer welcome on my last visit. ❜
❛ Do you remember anything about what happened? ❜
❛ Why are you here? ❜
❛ I have a gift for you. ❜
❛ Will I really be able to ride? ❜
❛ Is this some kind of trick? ❜
❛ Piss on that! I wanna hit somebody! ❜
❛ You do move quietly. ❜
❛ You’re speaking of murdering a child. ❜
❛ You will dishonor yourself forever if you do this. ❜
❛ I felt something for you once, you know. ❜
❛ Does that make you feel better, or worse? ❜
❛ You wish to confess your crimes? ❜
❛ My crimes and sins are beyond counting. ❜
❛ I’m good at convincing others to do violence for me. ❜
❛ What do you think you’re doing?! ❜
❛ I have that right, same as you. ❜

SEASON TWO :

❛ We looked for you on the battlefield, but you were nowhere to be found! ❜
❛ I…I’ve been here, ruling the kingdoms! ❜
❛ I’m glad you’re not dead. ❜
❛ Knowledge is power. ❜
❛ Excuse the interruption. Carry on. ❜
❛ It’s been a… remarkable journey! ❜
❛ You brought this on yourself. ❜
❛ I’ve done nothing. ❜
❛ Do you understand we’re losing the war?! ❜
❛ Disappeared? What, in a puff of smoke?! ❜
❛ Must be hard for you- to be the disappointing child. ❜
❛ Oh, I trust them with my life- just not with yours. ❜
❛ Three victories don’t make you a conqueror. ❜
❛ I won’t need a servant to do my beheading for me! ❜
❛ I heard you suffered a terrible head wound.  ❜
❛ I am very good at keepingsecrets for my good friends. ❜
❛ Who threatened you? ❜
❛ I understand the way this game is played. ❜
❛ I’ll have you thrown into the sea! ❜
❛ I am a pirate- I’m an excellent pirate! ❜
❛ That’s a promise that always comes true. ❜
❛ You don’t know how persuasive I am. ❜
❛ You’re the mosthonest smuggler I ever met. ❜
❛ You have no need to see this. ❜
❛ I believe we know how to pour our own wine. ❜
❛ Maybe I’ll hire this cook of yours. ❜
❛ I don’t listen to filth. ❜
❛ I appreciate your loyalty. ❜
❛ I’ll not have my honour questioned by an imp! ❜
❛ I just wouldn’t feel safe with you lurking about. ❜
❛ I command you to arrest this cutthroat! ❜
❛ Do you hear me?! ❜
❛ I think there’s more to ruling than that. ❜
❛ There’s no bigger joke in the world than that. ❜
❛ What about all the dreams you had that didn't come true? ❜
❛ Your time with the wolves has made you weak. ❜
❛ You gave me away if you remember. ❜
❛ You gave me away like I was some dog you didn’t want anymore. ❜
❛ You won’t get away with this. ❜
❛ I’ve decided I don’t like riddles. ❜
❛ You want to know what side my family fights on? ❜
❛ You gonna tell me where you’re from? ❜
❛ You can’t talk to me like that! ❜
❛ That’s twice I’ve warned you. ❜
❛ I don’t want you in my tent oneminute more than necessary. ❜
❛ It would be my pleasure. ❜

SEASON THREE :

❛ You’re wearing the wrong color. ❜
❛ When I’m free, will I be free to go? ❜
❛ I'll be free to kill you. ❜
❛ From now on, you’d better kneel every time I fart. ❜
❛ You’re telling me you saw… one of them.  ❜
❛ Did I come to the right place? ❜
❛ We’ll need to find you a new cloak. ❜
❛ I need an army. ❜
❛ It’s too beautiful of a day, to argue. ❜
❛ I am wondering why you sent for me. ❜
❛ Have you grown boredprotecting me? ❜
❛ I’m sure you’ve filled your pockets. ❜
❛ I don’t loan it out to friends as a favor. ❜
❛ I don’t even know what I’m paying you now! ❜
❛ Am I enjoying it? ❜
❛ I heard how happy you were. ❜
❛ I gave you real power and authority. ❜
❛ You brought a whore into my bed. ❜
❛ Why does everyone assume I want something? ❜
❛ A little bloody gratitude would be a start. ❜
❛ So tell me what you want. ❜
❛ I want what is mine by right. ❜
❛ The next whore I catch in your bed, I’ll hang. ❜
❛ I’m not your enemy. ❜
❛ I’ve never seen anything like it. ❜
❛ Even the bravest men fear death. ❜
❛ Tell the good master there is no need. ❜
❛ Here, I’m done with you. ❜
❛ How many do you have to sell? ❜
❛ We don’t get to choose who we love. ❜
❛ I only want to know what that means. ❜
❛ Are you frightened, child? ❜
❛ Tell us the truth. No harm will come to you. ❜
❛ I have traitor’s blood. ❜
❛ Please don’t make me say anymore. ❜
❛ Please, don’t stop the wedding. ❜
❛ That doesn’t mean they’re not worth helping. ❜
❛ I have no doubtyou will prove equal to this challenge. ❜
❛ This is the safest place in the city. ❜
❛ Any advice for me, on my new position? ❜
❛ How long will you be gone? ❜
❛ You don’t have the strength. It would kill you. ❜
❛ There is another way, a better way. ❜
❛ The blood of my enemies, not the blood of innocents. ❜
❛ What’re you doing, leading a mob of peasants? ❜
❛ I should have killed you! ❜
Shower Stall Encounters || Bucky Barnes x Reader [[smut]]

{summary: lately, you’ve been going to the gym, but not for the sake of losing weight or living healthier. no, the reason why you were at the gym was to admire a buff young man with dark hair and startling blue eyes. (note this is going to be a modern au, meaning bucky is going to be an oridinary man with no metal arm)}

*in idubbbz voice* as a content creator, i shall abide by the rules of the internet and use all the newest and coolest devices at my disposal to create content for the internet no matter what…uh amen.

an anon wanted more smut content so…here I am >w>

permenant tags: i won’t mention them because this post is very NSFW, so unless they specifically state that they want to be tagged in nsfw posts, this part will remain empty

warnings: female masturbation and smut (sex in the shower stall)

**dont plagiarize/repost this story, reblogs are fine**

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Dear God, he was doing laps around the pool, and you were practically drooling at the sight of his strained body dressed in nothing but a pair of swimming trunks. The fact that you could see the droplets of water running down his chiseled chest and abdomen made your knees feel weak.

This had to be the only time you regretted going to the gym.

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His (C.H.)

Originally posted by dimplelashton

A/N: This imagine (and the next couple of parts following this) are based on text post that some bloggers that I follow reblog. This will most likely have three parts to it (including this one). Sorry that I haven’t written in a long time. I didn’t have much inspiration. I hope you enjoy this though :)

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Part 2 | Part 3

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“I’d be his if he asked.”

“Y/N!”

I turned away from my locker to see one of my very few friends making her way towards me. I smiled as she got closer. “Hey, Pheebs. What’s up?”

“You’re not doing anything tonight, are you?” She asked.

I turned back to my locker. “Just studying, per usual. Why?”

“You’re not going to the game?”

I shook my head as I shut my locker. “No.”

“You’re really going to miss the game to study on a Friday night instead?” She asked me incredulously.

I clutched my books to my chest. “You know I don’t do well in crowds.”

She raised an eyebrow at me. “Not even for a Calum Hood?”

I flushed. “He doesn’t even know that I exist.”

She rolled her eyes. “You two have gone to the same school since the fifth grade and practically had almost the same classes since freshman year. How could he not know that you exist?”

I shrugged. “I’m a nobody.”

“Y/N!”

“What? It’s true. I’m shy, I barely have any friends, I keep quiet in class, and the only club I’m active in is the music club.”

“But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t know you.”

I sighed. “If I just say yes to going tonight, will you drop the whole ‘Calum knows I exist thing?’”

She smiled triumphantly. “Good. I’ll pick you up at six.”

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Camp Mockingjay - Ch 3

We asked, you voted, and now Katniss and Gale are teaching archery together at Camp Mockingjay! So, here it is, the next installment of our story, brought to you by @peetabreadgirl. You have 48 hours to vote on the direction of the next chapter of the story (until noon EDT on Wednesday, July 5th). Remember: vote in the comments, not in the tags! And don’t forget to spread the word by reblogging. The more fans playing this game, the more fun it will be.

Originally posted by districtsonfire


The next morning, the female counsellors are eating our oatmeal together in the mess hall and I notice a few of the teen girls whispering and pointing at some of the male counsellors. When Peeta says good morning to me as he passes by, I think I see hearts in their boy-crazy eyes. I spot Gale at the guys’ table, watching me. I wave but he looks away. Weird. Maybe he wasn’t looking at me? I shrug a shoulder and try to follow the conversation going on around me. Bad idea. For the rest of breakfast I dodge questions about whether or not Gale and I have a thing going on, and if not, then do I want there to be. I thought we looked more like brother and sister than a couple, but Johanna is certain the way he looks at me means he wants more than friendship. The whole idea gives me a queer feeling in my stomach, so I shovel my oatmeal in a little faster in an effort to finish up and get outside.

For the rest of breakfast, I have to listen to Johanna detailing the best spots in camp for hook-ups, in case we need to know. Ugh. I’m not here for boys. The only useful information she gives us is a reminder about the big bonfire tonight for the counsellors, and an invite to an all-girls swim at the lake tomorrow morning. I’m not much better with girl talk than with boys, but a swim with no kids sounds nice, and I really should try to make friends. Otherwise, it’ll be a long summer.

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Eye Candy

Summary: You, Sam, and Dean hit a bump in the road while on a case and find yourselves at a bar.

okay that summary wasn’t so bad.

Request: Can you do a DeanxCurvyReader? Maybe an established relationship, and the girl hunts too and is a bigger but strong girl and she isn’t necessarily self conscious but feels some insecurity at times because Dean gets hit on so often? THANK YOU IN ADVANCE!

A/N: Important info regarding tag lists at the end. If you’re not on any of my tag lists and would like to be, please read.

Pairing: Dean x Curvy!Reader (esablished)

Warnings: just some language, it’s a fluffy lil one shot <3

Word Count: 1.2k

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Finding yourself in a bar, as a hunter, who was in a relationship with none other than the one and only Dean Winchester; was totally normal. Whether you were on a hunt, or just getting out of the bunker for a few hours, the eldest Winchester never passed an opportunity to go out and grab a drink.

Tonight was no different. You were working a case with Sam and Dean; you all got bored and frustrated whenever research was just leading towards dead ends. That’s how you found yourself at this bar. You were sitting in a booth with the boys, Sam next to you with a beer and his closed laptop. Dean across from you with a glass of bourbon he hadn’t really been paying much attention to; and you sat directly across from Dean. You were feeling little out of the box this evening and had opted for a margarita.

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Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

You pressed the buzzer on the door juggling takeout food in your arms along with a bag of your things. You smiled when you heard Lori barking on the other side of the door. You chuckled when you heard crashing sounds follow the barking.

“Coming!” Christian yelled from his apartment.

A few moments later he opened the door and sported his usual grin. It must have been hot in his apartment because he was wearing shorts with no shirt on.

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please read and pass along so queen Vic sees it and comments on it/ reblogs (part one)

okay y'all. im goons try to keep this short. over a year ago, i began reading red queen. it was by far one of the best days of my life. im writing this for three reasons. one, i want queen v to see it and know just how much she means to me. two, today i got scared. i got really scared that one day red queen will no longer make me feel the intense love i feel now. three, i had this dream that i was a number one nyt bestselling author and me and queen vic went to go have lunch. queen vic if you read this hmu. i know some pretty gucci restaurants in ri. haha. 😂 okay so back to the beginning of the story, i was walking around bn before gs came out and i saw this book … with the most gorgeous cover i have ever seen. and then i read the back. i instantly connected with this book. i loved it so so much and i hadn’t even read it yet. my depression and anxiety were so bad at this point and i had already started cutting. so then i started reading this book, it was AMAZING. i just felt this connection with mare, as if she were real and i could just talk to her. and i felt so … not alone for the first time in a long time. it was this unimaginable love. it made my heart hurt in the best way possible. glass sword came out by the time i finished reading it. i was so so in love. ask anyone, there is not a day have gone without having a conniption at least one since i started reading it. so the next year was really hard. the arrival of kc kept me going. during that year, I MET VICTORIA AVEYARD in east long meadow at kidly winks in June of 2016. IT WAS LITERALLY THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE. it was the most personal thing to me so im not gonna describe what happened other than HOLY SHIT. I WAS ON CLOUD NINE ☁️ FOR WEEKS. she was just so amazing. idek what to say. after we left the store, I cried. and honestly i miss her sm. i gave her a million hugs and was honestly an awkward but. i hope she didn’t judge too much. it was great. we hugged, complemented each other, our moms talked to each other. I STILL can’t get over it, but quite a while after that, things got so bad that i couldn’t function anymore. i was NEVER happy. i hid my rq books because i didn’t want to see them and have them lose their meaning in this dark time. so, then i was admitted to bradley, a children’s psychiatric hospital, an intensive outpatient program. the first day i was there i was determined to die. i said i would kill myself before kc because i waited so long and came so far, i just had to make it until then, right? wrong. so while i was in Bradley, i was happy for the first time in a while, but not until kc came out. everyone there, even my psychiatrist said it helped immensely with my recovery. everyone told me i look so much happier. even in that hellhole they call school. my mom said that i was the happiest she had seen me in a long time. my best friend the hope, the sparkle in my eyes was back. it made me realize how much i love some of the things in this world. when i left Bradley, everyone said i was the red queen and positive messages about how strong i was like mare. I still carry those letters around because there still are low points. they never just go away. but now there’s a difference. im happy. i have hope. for that, i am immensely grateful. i love you so so much queen vic. and let me just say, i absolutely support the end of kc. of course im sad, but i understand that as an author sometimes ya gotta do whatcha gotta do. and just like kc gave me hope in my life, i have hope and faith in queen vic and what you do with rq4. stop hating on her y'all. again, i just want to say thank you and *anxiety takes over* please don’t think im crazy. (Btw just thought of this, im gonna post some pics right after bc idk how to put them in here) i just want you to know this because you deserve to and honestly, it was helpful for me to put it all down and not try to cram it into you’re ask box in a few asks as possible. again, thanks and love you. ❤️ @vaveyard

~iliana🌹

A Penny For Your Thoughts, £400 For Your Meal

its now been a clean 2 weeks since i posted the last thing so here we go i guess,,, next thing i post should be the angus thongs au so i hope this tides you all over xxx

my love to @alrightevans @alrightpotter and @prongsyouignoramus for helping me get it from the mess it was when i wrote it 18 months ago to this

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8:50. Avery glances at the bill and goes down to his car to retrieve his conveniently forgotten wallet.

8:59. Malfoy goes down to see what’s keeping him.

9:29. Nott slips out to answer an important call.

9:44. Mulciber dons his coat to take a piss.

9:51. Severus excuses himself for a quick fag, and Lily is left sitting alone at their table with a growing sense of suspicion.

9:53. Lily finally convinces herself to look at the bill, and her stomach drops to her knees.

11:41. “Ma’am?” the waitress asks, and Lily was sure she’d seen the worst of the girl’s frown, but she was wrong.

“A-another glass, please,” she mumbles, and the waitress’ eye roll and impatient huff says it all. There are eight or nine completely full glasses in a little grove in front of her already, and she doesn’t exactly have a plan of action, but at least this is buying her more time.

She’s buying herself more time, with money she doesn’t have.

“Of course,” the waitress spits, and sweeps away.

This close to midnight, Lily’s fairly confident they’d like to shut up shop shortly. She tears her eyes away from the frankly excessive amount of wine sitting full in front her, and glances around the previously bustling dining hall. She almost, almost pegs herself as the last diner, but there’s a man about her age on the other side of the room. He has a dozen or so desserts scattered around him, each as untouched as every one of her wine glasses. He gives her a tight smile as they make eye contact, and turns back to his food, pensive. Lily does the same.

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