#delayed post

[you-are-amazing0-0]

It's so easy to leave me

[thewritersofdeceased]

Please can we get a grumpy x sunshine trope with vance and reader ? It's my fav trope 🤭

GRUMPY VANCE X SUNSHINE READER?? COUNT ME IN

✩ “i’m going to sleep.” “no, don’t.” “why not?” “just keep talking…please?” - @celestialwrites

" Vance, sweetheart, I'm tired." The voice of someone spoke softly, cuddled up in the arms of the famous "Pinball" Vance Hopper. That was a whole story in itself on how Y/N and Vance had began to date. But amongst them dating, Vance was practically putty in Y/N’s hands. That was something the blonde’s friend group had begun to notice. At least Bruce and Griffin had. He knew those two were the most observant of the whole group, and he despised it sometimes. A soft sigh escaped Vance as his head rested upon his lovers head, moving slightly to rest it against their shoulder now. “..no.” The blonde would mutter out, tired himself. Yet he’d never admit he was tired. The blonde constantly stayed up for hours beyond recognition, even if it was terrible for his sleep schedule. No wonder why he would always fall asleep in at least two classes. Which wasn’t a surprise to Y/N. A yawn escaped the (h/c)’d individual, who tried to move out of Vance’s hold. “I’m going to bed.” They mumbled out, earning a whine of protest from the blonde behind them. 

Vance was half awake himself, of course he was, but he didn’t want his lover to move. “..no, don’t..” The blonde behind mumbled out softly as his hold on his love never left. The two had been relaxing on the couch, Vance’s parents out for the night, at least his father. Y/N knew of Vance and his father’s relationship, and knew that it was wonky by all names in Denver. Y/N  held a partially confused look on their face as Vance spoke tiredly into their back. “...why not?” Y/N questioned their boyfriend, looking over their shoulder to the blonde, who’s face remained hidden. Vance didn’t reply for a little bit, his shoulders rising and falling at an even pace. Y/N was glad the blonde was more relaxed, but they were tired and were bound to go upstairs and pass out in their boyfriends bed. If he would let them go, that was. Vance was half awake himself, of course he was, but he didn’t want his lover to move. “..no, don’t..” The blonde behind mumbled out softly as his hold on his love never left. The two had been relaxing on the couch, Vance’s parents out for the night, at least his father. Y/N knew of Vance and his father’s relationship, and knew that it was wonky by all names in Denver. Y/N  held a partially confused look on their face as Vance spoke tiredly into their back. “...why not?” Y/N questioned their boyfriend, looking over their shoulder to the blonde, who’s face remained hidden. Vance didn’t reply for a little bit, his shoulders rising and falling at an even pace. Y/N was glad the blonde was more relaxed, but they were tired and were bound to go upstairs and pass out in their boyfriends bed. If he would let them go, that was. 

It took Vance a couple minutes of silence before the curly haired blonde spoke again. “Just.. .keep talking… please..?” His voice was soft before Y/N let out a soft sigh. “Vance, babe, how about we go upstairs so we can both be more comfortable?” They questioned as the blonde’s hold had released Y/N, allowing them to stand up. He didn’t have his vest on, just a pair of comfortable pants and a shirt with a random band on it. Something or some band he liked, most likely the band that always played on the Jukebox in the Grab N’ Go. That “Fox on the Run” song would always get stuck in their head as they’d hang at the convenient store with their boyfriend. “Yeah… yeah.. We can do that..” Vance mumbled out as Y/N gently took his hand. They knew that Vance was bound to fall asleep soon as he hit the pillows on the bed. That’s something they took note of as they dated the blonde headed boy. 

As Y/N led Vance up the stairs and pushed open the door to their boyfriend’s room, they were right on the blonde practically falling onto his bed. A soft hum of satisfaction escaped Vance as he laid on the bed, rolling onto his side so Y/N could curl into his arms. “Come onnn…” The blonde whined out, his pale blue eyes looking up to where Y/N stood. The (h/c)’d individual raised a brow slightly at their boyfriend before going to turn off the small light Vance appeared to have on a desk. Which most likely had a bunch of random scribbles or knife marks into it. Which was true when Y/N looked at the desk in question. “You need to be more careful with your desk, my love. At least it isn’t the walls.” They mumbled out as they walked over to the bed, staring down at their boyfriend for a moment. Vance moved back, making room for Y/N to climb under the covers with them. Softly, as the blonde wrapped his arms around his partner, pulling them so their back was against his chest. With a tired tone of voice escaping him, he’d mutter softly, but loud enough so his love could hear it. “...goodnight, dork..” He meant the name in a playful and loving way. No way in hell would he insult the other. “...goodnight, jerk.” Y/N replied softly, shaking their head and beginning to allow theirself to fall asleep and enjoy the peaceful atmosphere between themself and the boy behind them.

[fionn-the-cat]

Delayed from all the cuddles I had with dad last night. Here was me cuddling with dad as a kitten. I missed my human so much on Wednesday.

[mythicalartistx]

As If

Just showing a certain character saying this phrase that helps figure out

SPOILERS ON WHO HE TRULY IS

[incorrect-malfoys]

Draco: You want me to practice duelling with Bellatrix?

Narcissa: Yes!

Draco: Piece of cake

Draco: That’s my request for a last meal

[unbloomingmoonflower]

FFXIVWrite2023 Prompt 16: Jerk

Putting one of my older stories here, because it applies for the noun definition of jerk.

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The battle against Ranj’it had been difficult; but Thancred ultimately succeeded, though no worse for wear. 

He’d been waiting for Shuri to return with Ryne, seeing the younger girl’s hair having changed. It appeared she made her choice. 

And he had to make one too. One to make right--to make amends--with the Au Ra who was so furious with him, who now approached him to check the extent of his injuries.

“I’m fine, Shuri,” Thancred muttered with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“You received far too many blows to the head to be considered fine, idiot.” Shuri huffed and, with a flick of her wrist, she changed into her mage glamour. Urianger approached, clearly ready to heal Thancred instead, but Shuri gave the astrologian a faint smile and a nod of her head and he backed down. 

If that wasn’t a sign for Thancred to make amends now, then it would never come again. 

“A word in private, Shuri?” he asked, as the Xaela began to tend to Thancred’s wounds. Mismatched irises lifted to his face, brow quirking upward. “About what?” she countered. 

“I think you may know.”

Shuri continued to look at him silently before nodding with an exhaled breath. “All right, Thancred,” she allowed, sheathing her staff. “A word in private, then.”

Getting to his feet with a grunt, Thancred walked away from the group, Shuri following. Alphinaud and Alisaie made a motion to follow, concern clear in their eyes; they knew the history between the two. Shuri glanced back at the twin, waving a hand to them and giving them a soft smile. “It’s fine, you two,” she assured. “Just a word with Thancred.”

She had always been so kind like that. Thancred never could have seen Shuri any differently if he tried. She was always smiling, always gentle and kind. She would put everyone else first before her own wellbeing. It was one of the things Thancred loved about her.

His expression hardened at the thought that flitted through his mind. Thancred realized only too late of Shuri’s adoration for him--and it was when he lost her to another. Estinien treated Shuri far better than he ever could, not shying away from the Xaela’s love for him.

Thancred had said cruel things to Shuri in regards to her relationship with the retired Azure Dragoon. 

Once there was distance between them and the others, Thancred turned to the Xaela. She was still as delicate as when he first met her in Ul’dah, yet there were subtle changes from the numerous battles she had fought. There was a certain weariness about her that he knew that one day, she would hang up her mantle. 

“What did you want to talk about Thancred?” asked Shuri, crossing her arms over her chest, her head canted to the side as she scanned him with those winter eyes. She was pale as the moon and her eyes were the embodiment of winter itself. He could count how many times he’d lost himself in her eyes, even when saying such despicable things. 

“I’m sorry.” The words left him, lacking the usual grace in which he had once dazzled her. He, too, was hardened by battles and loss. “It was not right, for me to lash out at you. To insult you and your relationship with Estinien. I...I had no right to feel envious and to hurt you like that.” 

As he spoke, Shuri listened, her expression slowly softening as her arms lowered from her chest just slightly. “You think I was hurt by that? Angry surely, but not hurt.”

Thancred’s own eyes widened at her words and Shuri took his silence to continue. “You’ve hurt me once, and only once. When I confessed my feelings for you, you distanced yourself from me. You never gave me an answer until someone else healed my broken heart. You say you have no right to be jealous--and you would be correct. We were never anything more than friends and comrades. You made that very clear.”

So that was how the Xaela saw it. After Minfilia gave herself to be the Word of the Mother, when Shuri confessed her feelings in a flurry of grief, Thancred simply kissed her on her forehead and walked away. He did put distance between them, a gap so vast that Shuri gave up and nursed her broken heart. Thancred was in the lifestream in the duration that Shuri and Estinien became close.

And Shuri gazed at Estinien in the same way she once gazed at him.   

“However...you are one of my closest comrades. And as hardheaded as you are...” There was a slight laughter in her voice now, “...well, I am still here. As are you, yes?”

Her words brought a faint smile to Thancred’s lips. Yes, she was right; she had gain far more perception than when he first met her. “Yes. As friends,” he agreed, holding out his hand.

And she took it to seal the past behind them. 

[cosmicinkstorm]

So,,, that HBS vid was something. Continues to give fuel for my Angel interpretations, because they’re a menace sure but like how far are we talking here. Grabbing David’s ass is something that i could see them doing and i’m glad we got confirmation for it. I’m so normal right now. i just woke up, but i am definitely So Normal About Them. I’m totally not short circuiting at what was said-

[elizastormborn]

Renegade: Chapter Two

Chapter Two READ NOW

“Gods, you’re hurt!”

Dany waved him off. “It’s just a flesh wound.”

“How the hell did you-.” His grip tightened as he examined her wound. A semi-circular patch of black soot was the confirmation that his suspicions were correct. “Daenerys, this is bullet wound!”

“I know Jon, I was there.” Rolling her eyes, she extracted herself from his hold. Sighing, she swiped his discarded shirt off the ground. It drawled her frame, and more importantly the sleeves hid the graze wound from Jon’s view. 

“Why the hell were you being shot at?”

“Jon calm down. I was only grazed. It’s not even bleeding.”

“We don’t bleed,” he deadpanned.