hc where allura tries to get lance to open up to her about how he feels about keith leaving but since lance can’t find the right words to explain what he’s feeling for her to understand he just says “i guess he has become my altea”
look, I’m not saying that not liking Taylor Swift revokes your right to call yourself a feminist.
but I am saying that most of the reasons people are shitting on her comes from deeply internalized misogyny, no matter how much they deny this.
If you hate TS’s new song because you think she’s
a. crying for attention
b. being immature
c. being too petty / needs to “get over” kimye / katy perry / whatever
then please, ask yourself why no one ever, ever, ever shits on male musicians for writing songs that not only shit on other artists, but even call them out by their name. Like, Drake vs. Meek Mill or Eminem vs. well, you name it. People go crazy over that shit. These male artists are seen as bad ass and savage for doing something that YOU’RE ALL SHITTING ON TAYLOR SWIFT FOR DOING.
Not to mention, no one ever shit on Kanye for demeaning Taylor in his song, “Famous,” SEVEN years after the vma award show “incident.” He was still going on about it, and no one told him to “move past it.” Why? You know why. Because men can respond to their own experiences in whatever way they want to. And according to you guys, women can only respond to their own experiences in one acceptable way. AKA not being “petty,” and just shutting the fuck up. Because like, who wants to hear women talk anyways? lets leave that for the men, right?
Please check your internalized misogyny at the door and allow Taylor Swift to respond to her own experiences in whatever way she wants, because you all allow men that exact same luxury without endlessly shitting on them.
I just want everyone to know that I’m wearing my ‘Treat People With Kindness’ shirt today and when I was leaving the hotel this morning and waiting for my car a man waiting near me turned and said “I really like your shirt. We need more of that.” And then when my car came, he literally watched me get in and then closed my door for me. And my HEART IS JUST SO FULL because that’s what it’s all about you know?? Harry’s gonna have thousands of people walking around with those shirts on and it kind of feels like if you can get even one person to pause for a minute to consider how they can put a little more kindness out there–hold a door, give a compliment, make someone’s day–then that’s a really big thing. But Harry’s using his platform to get that reminder to so many people around the world everyday and I just think that’s so amazing and I’m so proud!!
Anyway Niall has already a second single out, promoting the shit out of it since May 4th and its in the top 10 on iTunes and almost in the top 20 of the Billboard charts and yet people still make jokes, that aren’t even funny, about how Niall is literally doing nothing compared to the other guys lmao sweetie, maybe if you actually try to put some attention on his SOLO career you’d see that he’s actually been working very very hard on everything he’s pulling out there. And the worst part, the thing that makes me more upset about it is that even some niall stan still laugh about it… like, dude it’s literally disrespectful of Niall’s work and career that you should support lol
prompt: “i had a nightmare about you and i just wanted to make sure you’re okay” + “hey, i’m with you, okay? always” + “do you want me to leave?” + “i think i’m in love with you and i’m terrified” + “i shouldn’t be in love with you” + “kiss me”
pairing: tony x reader
word count: 2.6k+
warnings: nightmares, 2am confessions of love, purest form of fluff
a/n: i wanna give tony all the love he deserves he’s the purest soul in this world and he needs to be reminded how wonderful he is every hour of the day x
SPOILER: THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN
It was just past 2am when Y/N’s eyes shot open, her heart going 120 miles per second in her chest. Her fingers were gripping the bed sheets firmly and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.
She was never one to suffer from nightmares but the dream she had just violently woken up from could surely be on the top ten list of the worst ones she ever had.
She slowly relaxed, staring up at the ceiling, still breathing heavily.
It was okay. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real.
But as she continued to look at the vast expanse of space above her head, barely being able to make out the shape of the chandelier in the pitch black room, she realised that the feeling of dread simply wouldn’t go away and allow her to go back to sleep.
Something felt horribly wrong. It was like that feeling you get right before you get your results after a test you didn’t study for. Except multiplied by twenty.
She reached under her pillow and searched for her phone, squinting at the screen as she attempted to read the time. She knew everyone in the compound was asleep but the idea of staring at the ceiling until morning, feeling this awful sense of doom, wasn’t a good idea.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” She whispered, too quiet for any person to hear.
“Yes, Ms Y/L/N?” The voice sounded through the room and as strange as it was, Y/N was glad this computer system was watching over her and would inform someone if she was in trouble.
“Do you happen to know what Tony is doing?”
“Mr Stark is currently sleeping in his bedroom. Would you like me to wake him up?”
Y/N shook her head. “No, thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”
“You are more than welcome.”
Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair as she pushed the covers off and sat up. She looked around her room; there was a soft beam of light coming in through the curtains that relaxed her a little but she just felt so damn alone in her room after that nightmare.
She slowly stood up and made her way to the bathroom where she splashed some water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment.
The horrid feeling just wouldn’t leave her chest. It was as if the world was closing in on her and she couldn’t do anything about it until she knew he was safe.
F.R.I.D.A.Y had told her he was. He was asleep in his room. But computers could crash and even Tony’s tech could break down every once in a while. Knowing this, Y/N also knew she wouldn’t fall back asleep until she saw he was really okay.
So she dried her face with a soft towel and shut the lights out in her bathroom before exiting her room and beginning her descent towards Tony’s quarters.
The walk was long and Y/N’s bare feet were cold as they padded across the white tiles of the hallways. She liked living in the compound but walking through it alone at night felt like wandering the halls of a hospital when everyone else was sleeping. The walls were white, the floors were white, and there were elements of steel and glass everywhere.
It wasn’t surprising; the building acted as a headquarters for one of the biggest businesses in the world and only a small fraction of it consisted of living spaces. It seemed, however, that her bedroom was miles away from where Tony’s quarters were located. She had to take a long hallway, then a set of stairs, then another hallway, and climb another two floors before she reached it. By the time she was standing face to face with his door, the feeling of dread in her chest had grown by a thousand.
She knocked softly and when she didn’t receive a response, she pressed down the handle and gently pushed open the door. Because of how new the building was, the door did not creak and Y/N was beyond thankful. She pushed it open just enough to squeeze her head through and see if Tony was around. Realising he wasn’t, she pushed the door open wider and stepped inside.
The living area of his apartment was lit up by moonlight which seeped in through the giant windows. As F.R.I.D.A.Y. had told her, Tony wasn’t on the sofa, or in the kitchen, and the door leading down to his lab was closed, meaning he wasn’t in there, either. The only place left was his bedroom.
Y/N shut the door behind her quietly and tiptoed towards where she knew his room was located, almost walking into the corner of the glass coffee table.
When she finally reached his room, she noticed the door was ajar, and just like before she stuck her head inside. She scanned the room, quickly realising that from where she was standing she could not see Tony’s bed. So she lightly pushed the door open and to her horror, the hinges creaked as if they were fifty years old. Y/N cursed under her breath because a second later Tony’s concerned voice rang through the room.
Y/N inhaled sharply and emerged from behind the half closed door. Tony was now sitting up in his bed, the white covers bunched around his waist and his face displaying mild apprehension. Next to his bed stood one of his suits, eyes glowing, left hand outstetched, ready to fire.
“It’s just me,” Y/N murmured, seeing Tony visibly relax. He expelled a breath.
“Power down.” The suit dropped its arm, took a few steps back to stand in the corner and its eyes stopped glowing like two burning torches.
Y/N remained standing where she was, her fingers shyly curling around the hem of her pyjama shorts. She casually studied Tony’s face to make sure he was okay.
“Why are you here at…” he glanced towards the clock on his bedside table. “2am?”
Y/N hesitated, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. She could feel the softness of Tony’s white furry rug between her toes, the pleasant heat of the electric fire place burning in the corner of the room, and the innocent curiosity of his eyes as he waited for her to answer.
On top of it all, she could also feel her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.
“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
He remained quiet for a moment but his expression softened as he studied her from across the room. She looked spooked and Tony wanted to ask her what the nightmare was about, but he figured this wasn’t the right moment. She already seemed uncomfortable after having been caught checking up on him.
“Are you okay?” She asked quietly and Tony nodded softly in response.
“Yeah, and are you?”
She bit her lip and then shook her head. And in an instant she was rushing across the room, climbing onto his bed and wrapping her arms around his neck.
“What’s wrong? What did you dream about?” He asked quietly, recovering from the shock and slowly beginning to stroke her hair. She moved to sit on his lap, her face buried in the crook of his neck, feeling so much more relaxed now that she could feel the warmth of his skin, hear his quiet breathing, his hands wrapped tightly around her. Y/N never wanted to let him go, afraid that if she did, he’d vanish like he did in her nightmare.
“It’s okay. I’m right here,” Tony assured her, honestly kind of confused by why a nightmare about something happening to him would affect her so much. They were friends, sure, but he was also friends with the rest of the team and not a single one of his other co-workers had rushed into his room at 2am because they were scared for his safety. Something felt different about this situation, and as he continued to hold her, feeling her grip him so tightly he’d find it painful if the situation was any different, Tony began to wonder why she was so shaken.
She remained sitting in his lap for minutes, and when she hiccuped quietly Tony realised she had been crying. He tightened his grip on her, threw his bed covers over her shoulders and pulled her down to lie down with him.
“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologised suddenly, sniffing a little and feeling so damn silly. But Tony wasn’t laughing at her, and he wasn’t teasing her for being an idiot. He just held her tight, let her lie down with her head on his chest and continued to stroke her hair as she attemtped to calm down.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s going to be okay.” He kissed her forehead and in response Y/N released a shaky breath and closed her eyes. It was fine. He was safe. Nothing bad had happened to him.
“It just seemed really real. I got scared that something might’ve happened to you,” she muttered into his chest, and Tony could feel her fist the fabric of his t-shirt. He kissed her head again.
“I’m alright. Nothing has happened so you don’t need to be scared,” he assured her softly, and when Y/N sniffed, Tony placed his hand over her own. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
She nodded softly, squeezing her eyes shut so that her remaining tears fell on her cheeks and then she promised herself she was fine. It was just a bad dream.
“Do you want me to leave?” She questioned, her voice barely audible but Tony was so close he heard every syllable clearly. Y/N silently hoped he’d let her stay; she didn’t want to go back to her room and sit in the daunting silence. She felt too at peace right where she was.
“Do you want to go?” He asked instead of answering her previous question and when she shook her head, Tony’s lips curved up into a soft little smile and he pulled her even closer to him. “Stay then. You’re more than welcome to.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, and he kissed her head one last time before feeling her relax in his arms. Tony took this as his moment to go back to sleep so he shut his eyes and savoured the feeling of her arm draped over his stomach, her head on his chest, her legs tangled with his. She was breathing softly, the sound lulling Tony to sleep and soon he could feel himself beginning to drift off.
The sound of her voice pulled him back to reality.
She remained silent for a moment. Y/N bit her lip and for a moment, she wished she hadn’t called his name. But she did, and now Tony was waiting for her to say something. And other than the one sentence which had been flashing in her mind like a bright neon sign for the past month, she didn’t really have anything else to say.
“I know it’s silly but…” She paused, inhaling sharply and Tony stroked her arm, scared she might cry again. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
He didn’t respond immediately and a moment of strangely peaceful silence lingered in the air. It felt good to have it off her chest and surprisingly, Y/N didn’t fear getting rejected because even if he didn’t feel the same, they’d still be friends; and that was more than enough for her. Just knowing he was happy and safe was enough for her.
The sheets rustled as Tony moved under her. For a moment she thought he was going to remove himself from the bed, but instead, he rolled over onto his side so that he was facing her, and pushing Y/N to lie on her back instead. He looked down at her and instead of lying motionless and waiting for his response as any other person would after confessing their feelings, Y/N reached up and cupped his face in her hand.
Tony’s eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into her touch. He smiled softly, and when Y/N noticed, she smiled, too. They didn’t move for several seconds, but then Tony opened his eyes, removed her palm from his face and brought the back of her hand to his lips instead.
He pressed a long kiss to the soft flesh, looking at her face while his mouth was still against her skin.
“Why are you terrified?” He asked then, his voice quiet, laced with curiosity.
“Because,” she whispered back. “I shouldn’t be in love with you. But I am, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Tony smiled at her words, turning her hand and then kissing the inside of her wrist. With each kiss he moved his lips lower, leaving at least fifteen kisses on the inside of her arm alone.
“There is one thing you can do,” he told her, and when Y/N quirked a brow, the corner of his mouth curled up. “Kiss me.”
And just like that, Y/N was reaching out to cup his face again, using what little strength she could find at 2am to pull him closer. Tony held himself above her by placing his hand on the mattress next to her shoulder and leaning down to finally capture her lips with his own.
She held his face above her, lifting her head from the pillows to bring herself closer to him, and when their mouths met, she felt all her worries evaporating into the air. Tony’s lips were soft and his breath warm on her face.
They kissed softly, their mouths meeting time after time, and soon Tony was humming quietly at the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. He reached under the covers, carefully tracing her side and cupping the back of her thigh, slowly lifting it up and wrapping it around his waist.
He wanted to feel her closer and as the tips of his fingers lightly skimmed her skin, Y/N hoped that he would never retreat.
But like most things in life, the kissing had to end sooner or later, and when both of them found themselves struggling for air, their lips parted and Tony pressed his forehead to her own. Her eyes had fluttered closed, and when Tony looked down, he noticed the shadow that her lashes had cast over the tops of her cheeks.
The room was quiet for a while with the exception of the sound of their breathing and the crackling of the logs in the fire in the corner of the room. Tony shifted his weight to one arm, still hovering above her and when she opened her eyes, he tucked a stand of hair behind her ear.
She smiled at the gesture, but then Tony leaned down and kissed her again, and her smile grew wider.
“If you’re terrified of loving me, then we can be terrified together because holding something as precious as your heart is a thousand times more difficult than any fight I’ve ever fought,” he told her solemnly, and she watched him in awe, letting a quiet giggle escape her when he kissed the tip of her nose.
“I love you, too,” he added quietly, and when she smiled, he returned to his previous position and pulled her in closer. Her head fell to rest on his chest again and this time, when they closed their eyes and began to feel themselves drift off, there was nothing at the back of their minds trying to overshadow the complete contentment they both felt.
Prompt: Reader is Bills gf, and she’s a famous book author and she’s terrified of clowns. They both support each other and are each others biggest fans so when he tells her he got the role she swallows her fear (he knows about her phobia) and helped him prepare for the role, but she didn’t want to go to visit on set; but the kids are her fans and she went to visit them one day later he tells on interviews he was scared for their relationship because of the role.
You hummed as you wrote on the computer trying to figure out what to write for your new book. You at the moment we’re having the worst kind of thing an author can go through—writers block. You had tried to start a new book but it just ended up falling apart before it could even take off.
Even the best authors such as Stephen King and J.K Rowling had writers block. According to most you were considered one of those truly best selling authors but you didn’t really think of yourself as one of the best even though that was how you met your boyfriend the Bill Skarsgård.
He was one of your biggest fans and you were of him and then one day during a book signing you met and it was pretty much love at first sight. You looked up from your computer at the tv show currently playing on the TV, Supernatural. You were on the episode with Sam and the clown.
Your heart raced incredibly fast when you saw the clown and had to look back down at the computer to avoid watching. You were terrified, TERRIFIED of clowns. When you were little your older brother and his friends thought it would be a good idea to fill the cellar full of antique life size clown dolls both made for Halloween (aka motion activated) and just for decoration.
And no, they didn’t just leave you in there for a few minutes and then just let you out they left you in there all night. You had to go to therapy for 2 years just to get over not suddenly shrieking at the top of your lungs for several minutes when you saw a clown on the tv.
Even if it was a fun colorful clown with painted dimples and mouth you still had a bad breakdown. You continued to stare at your screen and try to figure out how to even start the story.
Once upon a time?
Once upon a dream? (Reference!)
So a man walks into a bar…?
You groaned and slumped down tapping your bottom lip in thought. Several minutes had passed and you still didn’t write anything down. Your prayers were sort of answered when Bill came in.
“Hey!” He called from across the condo.
“Hey honey! How was your day?” You called.
“Amazing. You won’t believe what role I got.” He replied walking into the living room.
“Ooh is it popular?” You asked picking up your mug of coffee.
“Yeah you know that movie IT? I’m playing Pennywise.”
You instantly choked on your drink coughing and hacking and placing the mug back on the coffee table to avoid dropping or spilling it. Bill rushed over gently patting your back as you wheezed and felt the rest of the coffee go down.
“What’s wrong babe?” He asked.
Bill remembered your extreme clown fear and frowned, “I know your afraid of clowns so that’s why I came to you before I could accept.”
“Uh…yeah, I’m perfectly fine about it. Just don’t think about coming home dressed as a clown unless you want me to beat you to death with a bat.” You warned.
He smiled and kissed your head before saying, “Thanks baby. I love you.”
“Love you too.” You sighed.
He walked off and you continued to stare at the blinking cursor.
So far the IT remake had been in production for a month now and Bill was doing a pretty good job making sure to not act like Pennywise when he arrives home. The first time he did slip up was with his creepy laugh.
You both were putting the dishes away and talking when he did the Pennywise laugh and your glass slipped and shattered onto the counter. Bill snapped his head towards you and saw you were staring at him wide eyed and paralyzed like there was a clown right behind him.
“No, no it’s fine. I’m fine.” You said before walking off to get the duster. L Ever since then he’s been extra careful not to act or talk like his character.
3 months into production he had finally been able to meet the Losers kids. He talked to them when he was out of costume and when he mentioned you all their eyes lit up in a split second.
“Your dating (Name) (Last Name)???” Jaeden (aka Bill) asked.
“Yeah you know her?” Bill said.
“I love her book Deathly Dreams.” Sophia (Beverly) said her eyes twinkling. All their eyes were as they shared what books they loved the most.
“Can you please bring her down here? My life would be complete if I got her autograph and got to talk to her.” Wyatt (Stan) pleaded.
“Pleeeaaase?” All the Losers nearly begged making puppy eyes.
Bill laughed knowing he was out matched against the seven kids (both in and out of character) and calmly said, “Alright, alright. I’ll try to get her down here.”
They cheered and Bill frowned hoping you’d be up for it. Maybe if he just tried to avoid you in costume like he did with the kids you’d be fine.
Later that night he bit his lip as he came home to find you were sitting in front of your computer typing your book.
“Hey sweetie.” He greeted kissing your head.
“Hey honey.” You replied picking your head up for a lip kiss instead.
He eagerly did and sat down next to you gently rubbing your shoulders making you look at him concerned.
“What?” Bill asked.
“Are you okay?” You asked.
“No your just looking tense.” He replied.
“Well how did filming go today?” You asked turning your head to continue to type.
“Good. I uh…talked to the kids…and they’re actually big fans of you.”
“Really?” You asked snapping your head towards him.
“Yeah. They were fangirling over you.”
“Awww that’s so sweet.” You giggled.
“Well…um…they also wanted to see you.”
Your smile faded slowly realizing why he was doing that. He wanted you to come onto the set to see the kids but…he would be in his character and…oh no.
“I mean you don’t have to we can just-”
“N-No it’s fine, I’ll go. I mean I kind of always wanted to see a movie behind the scenes with my own eyes. Maybe it’ll help me with this stupid book.” You said.
“Bill, I’ll be fine.” You assured him.
“Alright.” He sighed.
The next day you went in with him and got to meet the director Andy who was also a big fan of your books. He lead you over to where the children were for makeup and as soon as you walked in they recognized you and nearly tackled you in a hug fangirling.
“Oh my gosh your (Name) (Last Name)!” Jack (Eddie) squealed.
“Yes I am.” You smiled feeling like you were floating in space.
A famous horror movie director and 7 soon-to-be famous kids loved your books?
You took selfies with them, signed their books, talked to them, until you needed to use the bathroom. Good news was you were in a warehouse so you didn’t have to do your business in the woods or in a porta potty.
Bad news was you were lost trying to find your way back from the bathroom.
You were sure you had gone too far deep into the warehouse and now were wandering around the creepy place looking everywhere. You couldn’t find anyone to ask where you were so you were alone, becoming scared, and confused.
You sighed as you continued to wander your footsteps echoing. You heard the sound of laughter and shuddered remembering that laugh. A clown’s laugh. It sounded so familiar to the one over a decade and a half ago when you were in the cellar. Your heart was racing as you tried to get away from the source of the laughs.
Fear was overtaking your mind as you hurried to find your way out looking left and right. The echoes only seemed to be getting closer but you couldn’t tell if it was you or the thing releasing the laughter going closer.
You finally came into a room and your blood ran ice cold and your heart seemed to stop dead. Standing there was a clown. Your brain was so filled with fear that it didn’t recognize that it was Bill.
If anyone saw him really unless they knew they wouldn’t be able to recognize him underneath all the makeup. You surely didn’t. When the clown turned to face you your skin turned paper white and your breath was trapped in your throat.
“(Name)?” Bill said in his real voice.
He started walking towards you and you took several steps back before running.
“(Name)!” Bill called.
He watched as you ran as fast as you could which was faster than him.
“(Name)!” He called.
“Leave me alone!” You screamed.
You ran into a closet and slammed the door shut hyperventilating. You ran your fingers through your hair and curled up in the corner feeling incredibly dizzy and sick.
“(Name)? (Name) please, where are you?” He asked.
You weren’t able to reply back gasping too hard. It hurt to breathe. You heard the knock on the door and you shuddered, “(Name)? You in here?”
“Bill I’m so scared.” You sobbed.
“(Name), it’s just me. Okay. I’m dressed as Pennywise but I’m not going to hurt you. Okay?”
“Can I come in?” He asked.
“(Name), I need a yes or a no…”
You took a deep breath before firmly replying, “Yes.”
The door opened and you squeaked and curled in on yourself. Despite this Bill walked over to you and knelt down in front of you.
“(Name), please don’t be scared. It’s me Bill.”
You slowly opened your eyes but you could still only see the clown. Your heart was pounding so fast your body had told you to get up and run but Bill was quicker and pulled you to his chest in a hug. You frantically panicked nearly hyperventilating as you tried to get away.
“(Name), it’s just me. It’s just me.” He whispered comfortingly.
He took off his silk glove and reached up to his eye before taking off one of the yellow contact lenses revealing his actual blue-green ones. You gradually relaxed and leaned onto his chest.
Under all that latex and makeup you could still smell his cologne letting you know it was indeed him. You wrapped his arms tightly around him taking slow breaths to calm yourself down.
“You okay now?” He asked after a few minutes.
You nodded and he smiled and nuzzled your forehead since he’d smear his lipstick.
“You actually helped me get over my fear of clowns.” You said softly.
He smiled and leaned down to kiss you. When he pulled away he couldn’t help but smile noticing your lips were tainted a light red. Bill placed his eye contact back on and you shuddered but otherwise didn’t run away.
“I love you.” Pennywise said softly.
“I love you too.” You giggled, “And your little clown nose too.”
“Yeah I brought my girlfriend who is like terrified of clowns to the set to ya know meet the kids and, um, she ended up getting lost and found me when I was deep in character as the clown and…yeah I scared her really badly. I thought she was going to break up with me but she didn’t…. I have the best girlfriend ever…”
Epilogue: I really liked this prompt idea cuz I’m terrified of clowns and like Bill is equal parts sexy and scary. Idk that’s just me. Thanx for reading! :3!
1. “For gods sake, guys! We’re NOT dating”
2. “You’re still the same guy I fell in love with”
4. “Why would you prank me with something like that?!”
5. “There’s no way in hell i’m doing that”
6. “I literally don’t know how someone can be that stupid”
7. “Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies”
8. “What are you doing to me?”
9. “I’m not gonna lie, I’m really turned on by that”
10. “Give me my phone back!”
11. “YOU knew how important this was for me!”
12. “Oh shut the fuck up”
13. “You’re the one that labeled this as ‘just fun’ so I don’t own you shit”
14. “Don’t play with me, because you’re gonna lose”
15. “Forget it, you’re not even worth it”
16. “Say that one more time and you’re done”
17. “I’m no one’s property”
18. “I have a child?”
19. “I’m done with this bullshit”
20. “Why? Why did you leave?”
21. “How could you hide something like that from me!”
22. “I panicked, okay?!’
23. “I can’t believe I’m sitting in a mall jail with you of all people”
24. “Now you wanna talk? Well fuck you”
25. “How did this happened?”
26. “Just one drink”
27. “Hello? We’re in the middle of something”
28. “Oh how cute! You actually think I give a fuck”
29. “Mess with me and you’ll regret being born”
30. “I don’t fuck around”
31. “Let’s see if you can keep up”
32. “This means nothing”
33. “There’s the door. Feel free to get the fuck out”
34. “Put that down”
35. “Don’t do it, please”
36. “I’m not the same, I’m different”
37. “Nobody cares about me anymore, so why should I keep trying?”
38. “Listen to me, okay? We’re getting out of here, together”
39. “This is so stupid”
40. And yet, you’re still here”
41. “You think this is a joke? This is my life!”
42. “So this was all a lie?”
43. “We have nothing to talk about”
44. “Are you going to tell him?”
45. “Is better off this way”
46. “Hold up, you what?”
47. “You’re the worst roommate”
48. “Why are you fucking a stranger in my bed?!”
49. “Please go get herpes as far as you can from this house”
50. “Be my guest”
51. “I can do whatever I want, we’re not dating, remember?”
52. “You wanna get food at 2 am?”
53. “I will always protect you”
54. “You moved on, so did I”
55. “You’re not the same”
56. “Yeah, well, people change”
57. “You had no right to do that!”
58. “Why do you always convince me of doing the stupidest shit”
59. “How is it that your so stupid and so hot at the same time?”
60. “Call 911”
61. “This is the last time I’m letting you in my house”
62. “It was an accident!”
63. “You almost burn my house down!”
64. “I can’t keep doing this”
65. “Just be honest with me!”
66. I’m not gonna be here when she breaks your heart"
67. “Just one more night”
68. “Is this how it all ends?”
69. “You’re here!”
70. “I wanna go home”
71. “I’m not letting you go and we both know that you don’t want me to either”
72. “Keep talking all you want but you can’t deny that you want me as much as I want you”
73. “You broke my nose!”
74. “As if you were a fucking angel”
75. “Don’t make me laugh”
76. “Yeah… I don’t do relationships”
77. “Let’s face it! I’m just one of your many booty calls!”
78. “You’re nothing like them
79. “Did I actually mean something to you, ever?”
80. “I’m starting to think I’m actually going to hell”
Sometimes I think about things like “as many times as it takes” and “your friend desperately wants to see you” … or the sound of Shiro’s voice when he says Keith’s name and the way Shiro and Keith look at each other like the rest of the world doesn’t exist … or even just the little notes Keith and Shiro write about each other in the Official Guidebook (or “it’s killing me when you’re away”) … and I just think to myself, I’m pretty sure there are actual romantic pairings that are canon in other shows, movies, books who have less romantic moments than Keith/Shiro have, like COME ON GUYS even if the creators of Voltron say they meant for these two to be platonic, I don’t think there’s any way for me at this point to see their interactions as anything but romantic, even if they don’t end up being explicitly canon in the show.
This is a (decently long, sorry for the lack of writing these past few days) one-shot for the below prompt! It… didn’t turn out exactly like the ask, but I hope you like it anyway! I’ve been wanting to try writing trans!lance for a while because I absolutely love that hc, and I really enjoyed writing this, so let me know if you guys like it, because I could definitely see myself doing another fic with it.
Trans! Lance where an asshole alien keeps miss gendering Lance and being
transphobic and he starts to get upset and then the team overhears this
happening and are about to kick the aliens ass.
I tried to make it gen… but it ended up being very klance, especially at the end… so uh… I hope you like it anyway! Sorry this always happens when I try to write gen fics.
Only half the team knew.
Contrary to their belief, Lance was
actually an expert secret keeper. With a large family like his, he
had to know when to keep his mouth shut. So, despite the loud,
obnoxious, open persona he displayed for the others, he could also be
He’d the had practice of years
sneaking out of the Garrison, or even his house when he was little to
go see the beach at night with his siblings.
So, keeping a secret on an
unbelievably large castle ship with only six other people on it was
“Some would call it peacocking. It probably is, but I’ve always loved bright things and things that stand out. I don’t do weird shapes. I hate boxy giant shirts. If you push it too far, you’re leaning into a clown look. You have to watch out for that.
A lot of American cuts can be boxy. I look for a good European cut, and I don’t ever wear anything conservative in a business sense. In Hollywood in general, especially in the studios, it’s a very boring style. It’s very safe. It’s a ‘you might as well be wearing a beeper on your belt’ style, you know. Just tucking in an ugly shirt into some ugly trousers serves a purpose in a way, but you may as well just wear jeans and a T-shirt to work. To me, that’s not dressing well.Ever since I was a kid, I loved the idea of leaving the house and going to work. I couldn’t wait to get a job and actually go to work. So if I’m on a set now, I like to make some effort to present myself.”
SM: Okay you boys have all been called here because I’m forming a super group that will be the new face in fashion, media and the foreign markets.
Staff: *ahem* And don’t you mean in music as well sir?
SM: Sure, if that’s a side effect of fame we’ll go that route too. So! I have brought in 12 of the finest boys here to audition to show me if they are worth a place in EXO! Who’s first?
Baekhyun: Hello I’m Baekhyun. Some call me Baek you can call me “Bank” I have enough personality for even the slower ones in the room *eyes Kai* andddd enough charisma to become the center of all fanfictions.
SM: You’re arrogant, rude and demeaning…..I like you! You’re in! Okay who else is next?
Kris: Honestly I think you should be the one asking me if I want to be in this “boy band” not the other way around..
SM: We need you here to cash in on the Chinese babes weekly allowances, just lose the smirk and promise to stick around for the next 10 years.
Kris: *pulls out 2014 calendar and smiles to himself*
Suho: I’m Junmyeon, Um I’m really nice and I like everyone and I-
SM: You’ve been skulking these halls since ‘98 why should I let you debut??
Suho: *pulls out black visa*
SM: You’re in! NExt!
SM: A man of few words….reminds me of myself! You’re in!
Luhan: I’m really attractive.
SM: LEave this DEER boii ALONE! Being attractive is a talent! I’m not YG, I hire with my eyes.
Chanyeol: Please let me in. Yes I know I look like a cotton swab after it’s been in an ear-
Chanyeol: -But just give me a few years and I’ll be the face of this amazing group!
Baek: Um first I called dibs on being “Exo” and second you’ll only ever be the face of the group if for some reason we only had 8 people performing instead of 12 and that’ll never happen so-
Kris: Ummm I’m just asking for a friend but is this contract null in China?
SM: Channie you’re in! Moving on… who’s the panda looking guy on the verge of tears?
Tao: Hi!!! I’m Zitaaoooooo! *claps for himself* I can do martial arts!
SM: Hmm…I need people who can bend over backwards for me…okay you’re through.
Lay: I’m Yixing.
Staff: COME ON ARE YOU SERIOUSLY NOT GOING TO SAY ANYTHING ELSE????
Yixing: You’re the Staff.
Staff: I don’t get paid enough for this.
SM: He’s in.
Xiumin: I’m Minseok, I’m really good at being a level headed middle of the road type. I make girls say “awh” by only breathing.
SM: Sure you’re in let’s wrap this up I have an appointment at “I Have Better Things To Do” who are you three?
Chen: *sings nervously in 8 octaves*
Kai: I don’t really know.
Staff: Taemin said he could dance, but to not ask him any difficult questions.
SM: Poor boy…in!
Sehun: I’m just here because there’s a real lack of visuals and you need a maknae…. and because my mom told me I had to leave my room and do something productive today…..
SM: I don’t even know how to respond. I’ll let you in on a 4 year “3 lines per song” basis.
Sehun: Sounds fair.
SM: You may leave.
*all trainees get up and exit*
Staff: So do I resign in person or can i turn it in by email??
SM: Shut up peon. We did a good thing today. I can almost smell the money in the air!
Staff: Really? I smelled at least 3 divas, a broken contract, and a badly pronounced potato.
SM: Don’t be so negative! Just wait in a few years we’ll make another supergroup with 50 members!
Prompt: Reader is the child of Tony Stark. While talking to Peter one day you discover that Flash is bullying him, and decide to take matters into your own hands by showing up to Liz Allen’s party to put an end to it.
Requested by: n/a
Warnings: slight spoilers for Homecoming, mild swearing, bullying
Word count: 2,805
Notes: I know this isn’t the exact dialogue as in the movie but I’m just working off my memory so bare with me folks. Also this took me several day to write but I love it, even though the ending is kinda shaky but this is very long and I would enjoy you guys sent in requests! My masterlist is in my bio (it’s almost empty but that’ll change) along with a prompt list you can request off of if you want!