#yes i did make owen power gifs

[powermakar]

You Don't Need Your Glasses for This -Owen Power

Author's note: Well I need to drown in holy water. Also I listed all of the songs I listened to while writing/proof reading so here they are in order:

So it Goes... -Taylor Swift

I'm Yours (sped up) -Isabel LaRosa

Sex Money Feelings Die (slowed version)- Lykke Li

Paris -Taylor Swift

Summary: Smut, lots of smut. Oh, and some after care.

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Glasses kink, praise kink, daddy kink?, overstimulation, pictures during sex, cum play?, every other smut warning basically.

Keep Your Glasses On (part one)

 Owen did not have a hat trick or a multi-point game but there wasn’t any special occasion needed for this. You didn’t need a reason to have sex with your boyfriend after one of his home games. The same thing happens at least twice a week: Owen comes home to you in lingerie and his jersey, sprawled out on your bed and you two fuck for a little before you both fall asleep. But tonight that is all going to change. 

Before Owen gets home you find your vibrator and your favorite pair of panties. You lay on your bed, spreading your legs out, putting the vibrator against your clit, and begin to play with your hardening nipples. You hear the front door to the apartment open, but that only makes you turn up the speed of your vibrator and you cry out, “fuck Owen, fuck, that feels so good,”.  You know he walked into the bedroom because you can feel your skin heat up but you continue to ignore him. “Fuck I think I might squirt,” you moan.

“Ok, that’s enough from you, you little slut. So fucking needy for me that you can even keep your hands off yourself,” Owen says pulling the vibrator off of you. You just moan in protest and slip your hand down to play with your pussy. You make eye contact and bite your lip when you move your panties to the side and push two fingers into your cunt. “Y/n what did I say? Such a slut that you can’t stop fantasizing about me fucking you,” Owen exclaims roughly pulling your fingers out of your hole and licking them clean. 

“Owen,” you groan at the sight. 

“Yes, babe?” Owen asks, smirking. He puts one hand in your hair and pulls you close to a kiss. “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight,” he says before latching on to one of your nipples. Owen toys with your left nipple while gently biting and squeezing your right tit. 

“Mmm Owen please,” you moan as you start to thrust your hips against his thigh. Owen just hums in response as he moves to your neck to leave a few hickeys, here and there. When he finally releases your neck you look down to look at the mess he made on you. You pull on your nipples a little more before it was your turn to make Owen speechless. “How about that picture now?” you smirk.

All Owen does is stare at you in shock. “Are you sure babe? I don’t want you to feel like you have to,” he says looking at you. 

“I’m sure Owen”. With that, he walks over to one of your dressers and pulls out your old Polaroid camera from high school. You just give him a questionable look. 

“I want to have an actual copy that I can look at when I’m on the road” 

“Owen just hurry up and take the pictures so you can fuck me,” you whine. 

He takes a few pictures before he says, “Play with that pretty pussy for me”. This time you slip three fingers into your hole while you use your thumb to rub your clit. You arch your back to

make your tit show a little more as well. As soon as you see the flash go off you quickly pull your fingers out and spread your wetness across your stomach. 

“Babe when I die, bury me with this picture. I almost came while taking this,” Owen whines, showing you the picture. And well, it is a sight to see. 

“Just fuck me already O, make me scream your name”

Owen slides your panties down your legs and dives into your cunt, with his glasses on may I add. He is sucking on your clit and fingering you with three of his large, calloused fingers. You intertwine your fingers in his hair and push on his head to get him closer to your pussy. You are basically screaming at this point and you pray that your neighbors won’t mind all this commotion. 

“Jeez y/n, are you trying to suffocate me with your pussy?” Owen laughs. You just moan in response when he curls his fingers up to touch your G-spot. You quickly pull Owen’s fingers out, and he looks at you in concern, but not after you yell out his name, squirting your sweet juices all over his fingers. “Holy hell y/n, I didn’t think you had it in you!” Owen exclaims. 

“Let me suck your dick,” you say, already unbuckling his belt. 

“Anything after that,” he moans. You go down to your knees and spit on his big cock, pumping it before you lick the tip of it. Owen guides you as you take more of his cock, and soon enough you are deepthroating the whole thing. 

“Yeah, you like that, y/n? My huge cock down your throat while you try not to cry from pleasure, huh? You're going to drink every last drop of my cum when I spill into the back of your throat?” Owen says running his thumb along your open mouth. You nod eagerly, and that's when you feel Owen’s cum hit the back of your throat. He pulls you up by your hair, into a kiss before he tells you to lay down on your bed. 

Owen spreads your legs out and slowly lines up his cock into your hole. He grabs onto your hips and plunges into you harshly. All you can do is moan loudly and run your nails down his back. Owen continues to fuck you this way until he reaches down to your clit to help chase your second orgasm. He flips you around so your back is against him, holding you close. 

Owen nips on your neck and whispers, “Such a good girl for me, taking daddy’s cock so well”. With that, you are sent over the edge to your third orgasm. He pounds into you, continuing to whisper sweet words of encouragement. All you can do to respond is whimper and moan. 

With his large 6’6” frame Owen is able to pin you to the wall while he continues you fuck you. “You are going to be a good girl and you are going to take all of Daddy’s cum in your sweet little pussy, ok?” Owen says against your lips. You just nod, as you are unable to form any coherent

words. Owen grabs you chin forcing you to face him and says, “You are going to look me in the fucking eyes and tell me that exactly”. 

Your leg buckles but Owen keeps you up straight. You manage to say, “I am going to be a good girl and I am going to take all of Daddy’s cum in my sweet little pussy”. It's funny how you thought your own words would never be able to push you over the edge, but here you are, orgasming for the fourth time. You also feel Owen’s warm cum fill your hole up. 

“Stay right here, I am going to take another picture,” Owen says. He gets up to get the camera and you hear a drop of his cum hit the floor and you shudder at the sound. He takes a picture of your pussy and the mess right underneath you. Owen throws the camera onto your bed and drops down to his knees. 

Before he can do anything you say, “Hold on, you don't need your glasses for this”. He smirks and throws his glasses somewhere and begins to eat you out. You orgasm instantly as you are so overstimulated. Tears prick your eyes from the pleasure and Owen notices immediately. 

“Fuck y/n, was that too much?” he asks, worried. 

“No, no, it was good, it's just that I think that I’m too overstimulated. I feel like if my thighs even touch together, I’ll cum again.” Owen just laughs at that. “Owen, why are you laughing right now! It’s too much,” you cry. 

Owen shows genuine concern when he looks at you again. “Ok, I’m sorry love, I’ll get everything cleaned up”. Owen comes back with a washcloth but he begins to clean the floor up. 

“What the hell is wrong with you Owen Power?” you say. 

“Calm down, I’m running a bath for you,” Owen responds. He picks you up bridal style and carries you into the bathroom. He gets dressed and kneels down, next to the tub. “I’m really sorry if that was too much for you y/n,” he says, washing you gently. 

“It was fun, but maybe we can turn it down a notch. Maybe next time I can be in control,” you giggle. 

“Maybe, but let’s get you to bed,” Owen says once he sees you yawn. 

“I really love you O” 

“I love you y/n” is the last thing you remember before you drift off to sleep in Owner's arms.

#owen power smut #owen power blurb #owen power x reader #owen power #owen power imagine #buffalo sabres #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl players #nhl #university of michigan #umich blurbs #umich boys #umich hockey #umich imagine #umich #umich hockey blurb #umich wolverines

[night-unfurls-its-splendour]

What do you think of Sarah Brightman in POTO? She gets so much hate from the "phans" but I love her as Christine. She looks so victorian, classy, proper and innocent. When I got into the show (which I regret) I couldn't stop watching her with MC and Steve. I love her voice, it's so unique as Gillian Lynne described — like a dew dropping. Also Michael Crawford and her were similar in age to Erik and Christine. I think she wasn't more sympathetic and "into" him because that's how she was instructed to act, Hal Prince was very clear about Christine loving Raoul though she felt sorry for Erik. And Steve Barton was such a perfect Raoul. My all time favorite pair is JOJ & Gina as well as JOJ & Katie Hall. I also adore Hugh Panaro & Samantha Hill.

Honestly I would love to give an opinion, but I can't because I have only ever seen one Brightman performance and it was quite degraded, so her visual performance was very difficult to analyze.

What I will say is that I didn't know this about Hal Prince (keep in mind, I've only been in the Phandom for about eight months, so I'm still learning a lot of the production's history.) And I find that interesting, given the fact that Lloyd Webber himself has always dropped hints (and in more recent years, been more open about) his own very pro e/c feelings. I think in the end, everyone in the production has their own perspective, and those combinations of attitudes bubble and collide on stage with different outcomes every time. We have to keep in mind that every element of the main trio shifts the chemistry and even with repeats of the exact same trio, sometimes the vibe you get from Christine can be very different show-to-show. I've seen Crawford/Kristien/Barton in three separate boots and Kristien's performance has had varying degrees of enthusiasm with Erik in every one. In one she was more naïve and timid, in another she was blatantly horny.

I've seen Gina Beck absolutely terrified with Ramin Karimloo and gently spooked with David Shannon. I've seen Rachel Barrell mortified with John Owen Jones and sweetly sympathetic with Earl Carpenter (though her Christine always seems to be Lukewarm for Erik no matter what).

I can also say, having worked with some theatre directors (and of course, every director is different in how far they view their directorial power reaching) but the ones I've talked to have said "when we're in rehearsal it's my job to show you what to do. Once that curtain comes up, my job is done: it's in your hands, you know what to do."

Of course there's a limit to defying direction, but an actors job is not just to stand there and do what they're told. They have to do it in the way that will feel most organic to them and to the people watching. Theatre direction is different than movie direction. The director can't stop the show and give the actors notes to make sure that everything goes just how they want it to. The actors have a lot of power to interpret their direction, and like I said, that interpretation can vary from show to show even when it's the exact same main cast.

So I'm sure Brightman had performances where she was more into Erik and ones where she was more into Raoul. But I don't know.

Now as for her voice, I'm going to be honest that yes it's unique and she's without a doubt a fantastic singer, I'm not a huge fan of her vocal quality. Her voice is very thick to my ears and it's just not my favourite. I don't hate it by any means, but it's just not my favourite.

As for the hate, idk. If she did have a lukewarm performance across the board, it is partially her fault, but as I've said, creating a role is a difficult thing. Other Christines have been able to look at her and form impressions, have ideas and come to conclusions that Brightman may not even have thought of at the time. It's a lot of work to build a character with nothing to go on except the book which only partially resembles the story you're acting out, so I'm disinclined to be very harsh towards her. But I think we as phans have a feeling that no matter how many Erik/Christine pairings we've seen where Christine definitely embraces her attraction to Erik and leaves only reluctantly at the end--pairings that vindicate the E/C stance a lot of us hold dear--theres a sense (and an irrational one, I think) that the original interpretations are the only ones that really matter. While that's understandable, I think it's a bit of a fallacy, because as I've said, shows like this grow over time. New interpretations add new layers and ideas occur to both actors and directors that they maybe want to approach things differently from now on. If they changed their perspectives, it must be for a reason. The first version is often flawed.

ALSO keep in mind that later Christine's, Raoul's and Phantom's have had the benefit of full-text translations of the book that weren't available to the original cast and crew. Post 1990 Christines had the benefit of knowing that, in the book, Christine practically admits to Raoul that, if Erik was handsome, she would certainly have fallen completely in love with him (and, with Erik being pretty darn sexy in the musical, that definitely shifts the perception of Christine as a character and how she would make her decisions in this musical timeline). Maybe this is a factor into why most of the 90's Christines I've seen really went in for an enthusiastic interpretation.

Who can really say?

Also yes, Hugh and Samantha slap.

She's one of my top 5 Christines.

#phantom of the opera #poto #poto musical #sarah brightman #hal prince #christine daae #the phantom of the opera

[loserlovesattention]

Blood of Fire Chapter One Jacaerys Velaryon x Servant Reader

Summary: You begin your training as a chambermaid at the legendary fortress and ancient seat of house Targaryen, Dragonstone. It seems you’ve come just in time for the Princess Rhaenyra’s arrival. 

Warnings: None

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem Reader

Chapter One

“You mustn't fear the storm Y/N,” Your mother would soothe. “Do you know where storms come from?” Your answer was always immediate. “From the Gods! To test our strength and make us stronger!” Your reward was always a light kiss or a sweet caress. “Yes, my darling. Storms are our gifts; they make us brave and strong! Those who live in the easy parts of the realm enjoy easy lives, true. They know nothing of the cold, of toil, of suffering. But when the great storm approaches, the storm to end all storms-” 

“The dead will rise on its winds and we will be the only ones to greet them: swords in hand!” You finish. It was a measly little fable, to ease your anxiety and conquer your childish fears. These tales of greater storms that brought white walkers, grumpkins, snarks and ice dragons. At first the bedtime stories filled you with even more fear, dreading those monstrous beasts and wondering if you would ever live to see them come true. “You may, or you may not.” Your father would say, “But you must never ever fear them. If you fear them, you let them control you. Then you are dead before they’ve even had you. You will be strong and fight them, won't you?” You nodded. “With my own Valyrian steel sword! I will strike them down like Visenya Targaryen!”

Growing up in the shadow of Dragonstone, you knew all the tales of the legendary Targaryen family. They built and ruled Dragonstone first, afterall. Then they conquered The Seven Kingdoms, sired exceptional kings and rode the greatest beasts known to man! You were in awe of them, as well as envied them. Targaryens are closer to gods than men, you were told. They hold a power that no ordinary man can dream of possessing; dragons. 

In your childhood imaginations, you visioned yourself having a dragon of your own. You would play riding one into battle, flying the vast open skies and unleashing fire upon all those terrible monsters from your bed time stories. Once you had told your father of your plan to climb the Dragonmont, and claim one of the wild dragons there for yourself. You had never seen him so fearful before.

“Swear to me by all the Gods you will never do such a thing!” His grip was hard and clammy where he held your shoulders. He shook you when you did not answer. “Promise me Y/N! We are not Targaryens! We cannot control them like they do! Those monsters will eat you alive! Promise me!” You promised, of course. But that did not stop you from playing your games and daydreaming what your very own dragon would be like. Often you liked to lay in the fields and watch the dragons fly above you. Owen, the neighboring farm boy, had told you there were six dragons who lived in the Dragonmont. There had to be one at least willing to let you ride them. Just once, then you could return home in time for supper. Mother and father would never know. It could be a sweet secret that you could dwell on for the rest of your days… 

But like the mists that vanish in the daybreak, so too did these childhood fantasies fade. When you reached the age of eight, mother took you to work alongside her. “One day you will do as I do,” She explained. “It is best to learn when you are young. Then, you may be the greatest attendant Dragonstone has ever seen!” Attendant? You knew the true meaning behind the word and you had no desire to be a servant. “But I want to ride a dragon and wield a sword!” You cried. “To marry a prince and have his children to have dragons of their own!” There was a brief pause, before your mother cradled your face in her hands. 

“I know what you want, but we are not Targaryens. We do not ride dragons, or wield swords or marry princes. We were born to serve the Targaryens. We ride mules, wield trays of food and marry in our station. The Gods made and shaped the Targaryens to rule, we were made and shaped to be ruled. That is the way of things.” 

“No!” You wailed. 

“Enough!” She wailed right back. “I will hear no more of this madness! You will do your duty and obey! If you do not follow, I will throw you out on the streets where you can beg for your food!” Needless to say, you sobbed through the journey from your hut up the mountain to the castle. By the time you arrived at the gates, you had shed all the tears you could muster and stopped resisting all commands. 

“You will see.” Mother encouraged, “It is an honor to serve the highlords. You will take care of them, see to all of their needs, you may even see their dragons!” It was a sentiment that should have uplifted you, but instead it made you even sadder. I may see a dragon, but I will never pet one or feed one or give it commands… I will never fly.

When you dismounted in the yard, you were received by an older woman, nearly your grandmother's age before she had passed. Dressed all in black, with a hard lined face and gray hair immaculately arranged in a ceremonial headdress. She appeared stern and unsmiling. You did your best to curtsy like your mother showed you. 

“You may rise child, I am merely a servant, not a noble lady.” She said emotionless and stone faced. 

“Lady Jeyne, it is good to see you again.” Your mother said in a distant formal matter. Was this how everyone in the castle spoke? 

“You've missed much in your absence, Anne. The Princess Rhaenyra has sent word to make haste, she and her family will be coming to claim her seat.” Your heart seemed to flutter with excitement at that. A princess? A real Targaryen princess was coming here? Perhaps that explained why everyone took little notice of your arrival, rushing to and fro. 

“When?” 

“They depart in three days time. The castle has hosted so few people, as you can see there are many things to be done.”

“Then it is good I brought my daughter to help. I thought it time she learned her duties.”

“Ah yes, your youngest if I am correct.”

The Lady reached forward to hold your chin-inspecting your disheveled, tear stained face. Her eyes were a pale purple color you had never seen before. They were as lovely as they were terrifying. It took all you had not to squirm under her gaze.

“What is your name child?”

“Y/N.”

“Very well Y/N, I am Jeyne Waters the Lady Steward of Dragonstone. Do you know what steward means?”

You shook your head nervously.

“It means I run the household of this castle. I keep track of our accounts, organize our affairs and most importantly; tell you what to do and you obey. Understand?” 

You nod, eager for her to let you go. 

“Do you have any idea what is expected of you here?”

“I-I-” You looked to your mother, who waved you on supportively. 

“I will serve the highlords… See to all their needs?”

Finally, the Lady released her grip on you, seemingly satisfied by your answer. 

“That is the gist of it, yes. But there are many duties you must perform if you are to fulfill the lord's needs. Cleaning, mending tears, building fires, stripping and making beds, washing and folding the laundry, serving their food and pouring their wine…”

                                                         ~*~*~

You began your lessons at once. On the first day Lady Jeyne showed you how to scrub the floors, dust, sweep and build a small fire in an antechamber. On the second day you began learning how to properly carry a tray, bow, curtsy and address your betters. When the third day arrived your belongings were moved from the small closet where you slept, into the servants household. 

“You will be here with nearly thirty other maids.” Lady Jeyne instructed. “Some who have occupied this castle their whole lives, and some who are just arriving with the princess. You will grow accustomed to them in time. But if I hear of any squabbling, stealing or backbiting I will not hesitate to punish you severely. Understand?” 

You did not know what squabbling or backbiting meant, but you nodded anyway. 

The maids chamber was a small, dark, cramped place, with beds stacked so close together they were practically on top of eachother. There were unlit oil lamps that hung from the low ceiling, and straw that covered the floor like a canopy. When Lady Jeyne saw you staring, she explained; “The straw is to conceal herbs that smell when you step on them. It serves to keep the pests away and emits a pleasant fragrance. As for the lanterns, they are not to be lit unless strictly needed! We must save on all our resources.” 

Your bed was at the very back of the chamber, beside the stairwell that led to the kitchens. It was the smallest of all, with a space just below it to store your scrawny burlap sack. It was comfortable, you had to admit, far more comfortable than the mat you slept on back home. With an actual mattress, cozy patchwork blanket and a real feather pillow that made you think of resting your head on a cloud. “I love it. Thank you!” You told Lady Jeyne, remembering your manners. For a moment, a small smile graced her ever somber face, before she curtly nodded and returned to the business at hand. 

“The princess should be arriving shortly. If you would like to greet them with the rest of the maidstaff. I would suggest you dress in your best uniform and join the welcoming party in the great hall. You are free to stay here if you are too exhausted from the days activities-” 

“I'll join you.” You cut in excitedly. “I've always wanted to see a Targaryen!”

“Remember what I taught you. You will not speak to her, or anyone from the royal party, unless invited to. You must curtsy and keep your eyes down until she gives you leave to look upon her. Targaryens are blood of the dragon and they do not forgive a slight.”

“I remember, I'll behave I promise.”

“Very well. I will be in the great hall. I trust to see you there shortly.” 

After you had arrived, Lady Jeyne had given you three uniforms made from the same roughspun wool. They were rather big on you, and had to be tied with a leather belt around your waist but you did not mind. They were the finest clothes you had ever owned, they even had buttons just above the elbow to hold up your sleeves! So you made quick work of slipping on your favorite- the one with a white collar- and tucked your hair into your matching white bonnet. Unfortunately, the servants had no shoes that fit your dainty feet, so you were stuck wearing the hand-me-down clogs you had arrived in. Oh well, your dresses were long enough to hide your feet, you highly doubted the princess would notice. 

When you arrived at the great hall, you found the castle staff lined up neatly standing at attention. The serving men on one side of the room and the women on the other. You searched for your mother in the crowd, but it was hard to find her. She was a small woman after all, with common features, and with everyone dressed in matching uniforms it made your task even more difficult.

 “Here,” One of the maids said to you. “You should stand up front so you can see the better.” You hesitated, what about mother? You hadn't seen her since your arrival three days ago. She would not just leave me here would she? The maid interrupted your thoughts by grabbing your hand and pulling you to her side. “Your Anne's daughter. Don't worry she told us all about you, youĺl be treated well here.” She assured you. 

She was a tall slight girl, with brown eyes, ruddy cheeks and blonde hair that poked out from under her bonnet. You guessed she must have been between ten or one and ten- close to your age. “My name is Helyn.” She whispered to you. 

“Y/N.” You whispered back.

“Have you claimed a bed in the maiden's chamber yet?” 

“Yes, the small one by the kitchen stairs.” 

“Lucky! In the mornings you wake to the most wonderful smells there. Mines towards the middle, crowded up next to the wall and-” 

“Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne and The Lady of Dragonstone!” The herald boomed. The doors opened with such a flourish it nearly extinguished the torches that kept the room alight. At the very front of the arriving party stood the most beautiful woman you had ever seen; She stood tall and proud with a cascade of silver hair that ran down her back. Her gown was as black as night and seemed to shine like scales. She marched forward in even measured steps, knowing that the stones beneath her feet belonged to her and her alone. As she passed you, you remembered the protocol Jeyne had taught you. Deep curtsy, eyes low, don’t look don’t look don’t look. 

“Ser Laenor Velaryon, rightful heir to Driftmark and prince consort to Princess Rhaenyra!” The herald called again, and you watched a pair of fine leather boots march past and down the aisle, determined to keep your eyes down. The deathly silence that filled the hall made you nervous, but Lady Jeyne had warned you things here would be much quieter here than your village. 

“Prince Jacaerys, Prince Lucerys and Prince Joffrey!” The herald finished grandly, “Trueborn sons of Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor, rightful princes of the realm!” Oddly, only two pairs of shoes passed you, making you glance up out of curiosity. 

There were two young boys, bedecked in fine doublets made from cloth of silver and sea green capes that trailed behind them. The elder stood with his shoulders back and chest out, clearly mimicking his mother. While the younger seemed to hunch over, cradling a bundle of blankets in his arms- a baby you realized. You averted your gaze again before anyone could notice. 

When the royal family stood together at the front of the hall, before the dais, did the princess finally relieve your anticipation.

“You may all rise!” She announced in a clear ringing voice. 

When you were able to look up, you gazed at them fully. Absorbing any and all details you could. One day I will tell my children about this, you thought, about the first time I saw a prince and princess. I will tell them all about her beauty, her proud husband, her children-

You stopped short when you noticed. The prince and princess had hair the color of pale moonlight, of a spider's web… Their sons did not.

On the contrary, Their sons had hair the color of soil after a storm. Of the chestnut bark that covered the trees. They were pale like their mother true… but that seemed to be the only trait that showed their relation. 

Perhaps they get that from their fathers side? You wondered. You knew all the Targaryens had light hair, but you did not know the traits of house Velaryon. Besides, as a child you were told you took more after your fathers side than your mothers side. Looks can be a complicated thing, your father had explained to you once. “You take after my mother. Tessa takes after your mother, and Ben takes after your mothers father. You are the luckiest, my mother was a very handsome woman.”

“Your kindness and loyalty are much appreciated.” The princess continued, “I see that the Gods have truly blessed me with the most dutiful, discreet, and devoted staff I could ask for. I only pray that I prove to be worthy of your service.” she scanned over the room thoughtfully, seemingly taking measure of her new household. You thought her eyes had landed on you for a brief moment, but that could have been your overactive imagination.

“I will see to it that you all may look back on this time with pride. That you shall want for nothing, kept safe from all harm and serve most honorably. I swear this by the old Gods and the new!” 

The hall erupted into applause, and you couldn't help but follow suit. She really is The Realms Delight, you thought. She is strong and proud and beautiful. She will be a worthy Queen someday. When the applause died down, and the princess dismissed you all. You waited to follow Helyn out.

“It seems you have an admirer.” She giggled in your ear. You turned to look over your shoulder to follow her gaze, only to meet the eyes of one of the princes standing by the dais. It was the elder one, whose name you could not recall. He looked to be the same age as you with a rather large nose and still a bit of baby fat clinging to his cheeks. When he noticed you looking he smiled shyly and waved. A burst of happiness erupted from your chest at that. So much so all your lessons on etiquette and courtesy were forgotten, and you waved right back.

You may not wield a sword, or ride a dragon. But at least you will not lack for friends.

#jacaerys x reader #prince jacaerys #jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys strong #jacaerys valaryon x reader #self insert #fanfic #hotd #servant reader #commoner reader #class differences #friends to lovers

[guardian-angle22]

I know lone star isn't great at dealing with the consequences of trauma, but I think they could have one or a couple of episodes in season 5, not necessarily the first episodes but definitely by the first 4-5, where something happens that will bring Carlos back in his spiral/grief about Gabriel.

Maybe something happens to TK (I'm not a fan of him going in ICU again, not for something like this, but there's a number of things that could be and won't necessarily entail that), or maybe it's because there's finally a lead on Gabriel's killer, or maybe just a 'normal' call unrelated to anyone Carlos knows and loves, but that for some reason makes him act disproportionately (inordinately protective toward a victim or something), and he realizes it's related to how he lost his father in such a violent manner. Cue soft moment with TK and maybe the decision to go to therapy with TK saying he'll be with him every step of the way and is proud of him for making that decision, knowing how difficult it would be for him to admit he needs help and to open up to a total stranger.

At least that's what I hope for, and I really think we COULD get it in the show, basing everything on how they dealt with Gwyn's death and how they tied it to the forced relapse to show us TK work through the grief. And that would suffice on the trauma front too, I don't expect (and I don't necessarily want) to actually see much therapy sessions or anything, but if they mentioned it even just the once then they make it canon that Carlos has actually acknowledged all that's happened to him and has taken steps to work through it, a bit like TK with his meetings. It wouldn't be perfect but I think it's the only thing we can realistically wish for in an ensemble weewoo show.

I definitely think the show has to deal with Carlos' grief in some capacity in season 5 for sure, because otherwise why wrap up season 4 with such a massively traumatic event like they did?

I have very complicated feelings about how they've shown Carlos dealing with it already and how they might in the future. I fully understand why they had Carlos do what he did in 4x18, but it doesn't mean I have to be comfortable with it. He was about to murder someone. and yes, he got to that point because of the trauma he experienced and he was stopped before he did it. But he still went there ...and the fact that he's a cop with access to guns and also the power/resources that the police have made it so much easier for him... so I really really really hope they don't have him go back into that same spiral or even half of that. If he does, I will be very stressed.

I would love to see Carlos somehow acknowledging or mentioning going to therapy, even if they don't actually show the sessions like you said (they did show Owen in therapy so it's possible they would). If anyone needs to be in therapy after season 4, it's Carlos. 😅

I do love seeing the dynamic between TK and Carlos through all of this though. TK being supportive and reassuring but also failing to get through to him in some ways. I would love to see them working through Carlos' need for therapy together.

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[writersblockedx]

Protector of the Party: Chapter 10

Chapter Ten: A Sense of Normality 

PAIRING - Steve Harrington x Reader BASED OFF - 1x09 WARNINGS - Mentions of mental illness, suicide and death WORDS - 2.4K

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Y/n was nervous.

She didn't think she would get nervous anymore. It was as if defeating the Demogorgon and saving Will had sucked all the anxiety that fled through her body. But as she sat waiting outside an office of the lab, she was certain in the nerves she felt. Because, unlike most, this was how she was meant to be spending her Christmas Eve.

Her hands were gripping the files that were requested so hard that she thought she might break them if she weren't too careful. Alas, as the elevator door pinged and Chief Jim Hopper walked out, she relaxed. She stood from her chair and practically sprinted to the man. "You're late." Y/n stated rather sternly.

Hopper dragged the cig from his lips, "No I'm not." He looked to the office that was awaiting them, the name Sam Owens starring back at him. "It hasn't started yet." Y/n wanted to make the point that she had been waiting here alone for almost twenty minutes now, instead, Hopper was passing over an envelope. "You're welcome, by the way." He added.

The letter was addressed to her, with the Hawkins Police stamp in the bottom corner. Her brows became knitted as she glanced back up at the man. "What is it?"

"Open it and you'll see, won't you?" He answered.

Y/n did so, ripping the envelope open and scanning the letter.

Here at the Hawkins Police Station would like to offer you a internship....

Y/n felt her eyes light up as they jolted back up to Hopper. "You actually got me an internship?" She just had to check.

"Well, it's more of a contract. While you're working, you have to keep out of actually getting arrested. Alright, kid?" He explained. And while, yes, Y/n wasn't happy that maybe she wasn't able to get that extra cash anymore, this was what she asked for, what she had wanted to do.

She smiled, and held out her hand for him to take, shoving the letter in with the other files, "Alright." Hopper too grinned before shaking the hand of the girl.

That was when the office door, finally, opened and Owens dipped his head out into the hallway, hiding the dread behind his eyes. "You all ready?" And the nerves returned. Hopper noted the way the girl suddenly stiffened and the way her smile completely fell.

The man pressed a gentle palm to her back, "Yeah, let's get this over with." And so the two entered the office of doom.

Owens sat behind his desk, chest puffed out as his smug smile felt dripped in pride. Y/n was awkwardly seated next to Hopper, never seeming to meet the scientist's eyes. "I've constructed a sort of agreement, we can read over it. Then once it's signed, we'll hopefully never have to see each other again." He started with a forced grin that made Y/n feel like she might be sick.

"And what if we don't agree?" Questioned Hopper before taking another drag from his cig, stern in his eyes.

Owens shrugged, "Well, then we'll need to talk some more until we finally come to some sort of, deal, I guess." Y/n knew the lab had the power here. They always did. They had been sweeping things under the rug for years now; if they really wanted to, they could do the same to Y/n.

"I just want to know what happened to my mother. All of it." Y/n stated as her leg bounced in time with her anxious heart beat.

"And that is all here..." Owens patted a collection of files before meeting the girl's gaze. "And you can read these as much as you want, after this is signed."

The man pushed over two letters, two contracts. Hopper practically snatched it from the desk as he started reading, Y/n followed suit a little more calmly. She read over the words carefully, feeling as her gut sank letter by letter. From next to her, various scoffs and grunts were sounded from Hopper as he read on. He pushed the letter back down. "No."

Owens sighed, "These are our terms."

"I won't let you make this women out to be crazy." Hopper demanded as if that wasn't what most people already claimed her to be.

"Why don't we let the girl decide whether to sign or not, hm?" And then Y/n felt both pair of pupils turn to her. "Everything about your mother's abilities and all the tests outcomes are right here, and they're yours, if you want them to be." Y/n knew the way in which he was certainly twisting his words, but she'd be lying if she wasn't just slightly tempted.

Hopped scoffed once more from Y/n's side, "You want her, a teenager, to declare that her mother was un-fit in taking care of herself, and her child. And that you, the lab that killed her, was in fact the best thing for her." The man reiterated the letter as if it were a joke. "Oh, and to affirm that she committed suicide." He laughed.

Y/n felt water prick at her eyes as the air suddenly became thin. "Look, we just want to keep everything-"

Y/n cut Owens off as she led forward, grasped a pen and signed the contract. She let out an exhale that she didn't know she had been holding, leaning back in her chair. "Y/n-" Hopper was about to lecture her, but he barely even got another word out.

"She wouldn't want me wasting days or weeks or months trying to get you idiots to admit what you've done." Y/n started as she leant over the desk, taking the files that were hers before standing from her seat. "You are a selfish person who has no idea what your doing to people's lives."

Hopper didn't know what to do. But, at the end of the day, whether he agreed with it or not, this was her choice. So he too quickly signed his name and stood.

Y/n went to turn for the door, feeling the tears finally escape as she sought out the exit. Yet, still, she felt a pull to continue her piece. She debated leaving, but, for whatever reason, she glanced back at Owens. "You killed her!" The girl snapped. "And still you sit there with a smile and ask me to just, to sign the life she had away like she was just some nut case." Exactly like what they had done to Terry Ives. "I do hope now we never have to see each other again."

And with that, she made her escape.

Y/n felt like she was running as she made her way towards the elevator, hitting the button as Hopper joined her side. "You didn't have to sign, you know?" He told her.

The girl sniffled, attempting to hide the water that stained her cheeks. "I just want to forget about this, alright?" Maybe the idea of the Upside Down and the Demogorgon would always haunt her, but at least there was a certain comfort it that it was over now. In a few years, she hoped it would just become a passing thought. But, for now, she would do all in her power to push it as far away as she was able.

Hopper nodded as the elevator doors pinged and they entered, pressing for the ground floor. "Okay, kid." He glanced down at her, "You need a ride now?"

A small, yet certain, smile tugged at her lips as she met Hopper's eyes. "I do actually, yeah."

And that was how Hopper got roped into packing presents into the back seat of his truck, heading for the Wheeler's house.

He put on a front that he wasn't happy about such, but, in honesty, it was good to see a sense of normality surface once more. To celebrate Christmas without the fear of questioning where Will was, or what had happened to Y/n's mother. And, she supposed, things were some-what back to the way they had been before. I mean there were a few changes, she acquired an internship, an odd friendship with Nancy Wheeler and, well, shared trauma.

As Hopper pulled into the Wheeler's driveway, he was adamant that he dropped her off only. Of which, Y/n respected before scooping up all the presents and wondering to the front door.

The girl knocked, a sigh of relief following in that she hadn't dropped anything. And soon enough, the door opened and Nancy started back at her with an assumed expression. "Oh, God." She giggled as Y/n entered the home, dropping the bags of wrapping paper by her feet. "Really didn't expect you to be the holiday type."

Y/n shrugged as she glanced back at Nancy, "I thought we could probably boost morale after you know...almost dying." Holiday cheer just happened to be the way to do such. "I've actually got you something..." The girl trailed off as she rummaged through the bags before pulling out a small little square.

"You didn't have to." Nancy insisted as she took the gift, inspecting it a little.

"It's really more of a sentiment." Y/n said before watching as the girl unwrapped it, a velvet box starring back at her.

Nancy's brows her narrowed before flipping it open. Then she giggled. "Lovely sentiment, really." The girl picked at the bullet and held it up as it met the light.

"Just, maybe, don't show your parents." Y/n winked.

Just then, footsteps came rushing through the hallway from the basement: Johnathan Byers and his little brother Will. The young boy had a smile written into his expression which Y/n had yearned to seen again ever since they found his 'body' at Lover's Lake. "Hey, Y/n." Greeted Johnathan. "What are you doing here?"

Y/n gestured down to the serval gifts by her feet before glancing back up at him. "Spreading the Christmas cheer, obviously." The girl joked. "Which reminds me, Will." The young boy beamed as he knew what was to soon follow as Y/n shuffled through her bag. "As promise. Well, as Dustin promised you."

She pulled out a comic. Her X-men 134.

At that point, Will was practically glowing. "Really?" He gleamed with the brightest grin. Y/n nodded and passed it to the boy who was almost jumping on his feet.

Then Y/n looked to her best friend and handed him too a wrapped gift. "As always." She smiled as she passed him the familiar shaped rectangle.

The boy didn't even have to open it. Their Christmas gift was a tradition of great importance. Before Johnathan opened it, he rummaged from his jacket pocket, and pulled out a similar gift. "I got Will to pick some out as well." Said boy smiled next to his older brother, urging them as they unwrapped their gifts.

A mixtape. Both of them titled: Johnathan and Y/n's 1983 mix.

After saying thanks to one another, Y/n said her goodbyes to the brothers and Nancy as she went in search of her cousin - who was still bickering and playing with the rest of the party in Mike Wheeler's basement. Y/n didn't even dare venture downstairs. Instead, she lurked in the doorway and yelled, "Dustin!".

She didn't have to be down there to know his eyes had rolled, "Coming!" He shouted back, but it still took him at least 5 minutes before the boy wondered back upstairs.

"Took your time." Y/n commented as they made their way towards the front door.

"You would too if you had just beat Mike's campaign." He defended.

Y/n smiled just slightly, "So you won now, did you?" Dustin grinned a toothless grin that gave Y/n her answer.

"Henderson!" Called a voice as the two cousins lingered by the front door. Both of them, sharing a last name turned, but when they were faced with King Steve, Dustin knew it was certainly not for him.

Y/n felt her brow raise as she stepped towards him, meeting in the middle of the corridor. "Harrington." She greeted.

He started rushing around, searching his pockets for something and Y/n was quick to question where this was going. "I erm- I wanted to give you something." He returned with a photograph, glancing at it as if checking it was the right one and passed it over to Y/n. "It was in my room, tucked a way with a load of other childhood stuff. I was going to give it to you at the funeral, but I thought, I don't know..."

Y/n's mother started back at her. It was a photo around 8 years ago to the dot. A Christmas photo of herself, her mum and Steve after just sharing gifts which each other's family. She had completely forgotten about it.

As she glanced back up at Steve, she felt a pull like maybe the boy in front of her did, in fact, have a heart stuffed away somewhere. The pull was so strong that Y/n just so happened to throw her arms around the boy. Steve stood for a second. He certainly hadn't expected such reaction. But as the moment passed, he tucked his arms around her waist and let her hold on tightly. "Thanks, Stevie." She whispered against his neck.

"Of course." He replied before the two returned from one another.

Y/n took a step back and glanced to Steve, now a flicker of the boy she used to know from middle school. "I'll see you around." She said before coming back to Dustin's side.

"Yeah, have a good Christmas." Steve wished.

And with that, two cousins left the Wheeler house for their own. "What the hell was that about?" Asked a rather confused Dustin.

"None of your business."

But when Y/n came back home, entering her room, she instantly stuck Steve's photo by her mirror. She knew that every morning, everyday, she'd look to it and be reminded of the pull that she felt with Steve. Maybe it was a one off. Or maybe, it really was trying to tell her something.

The rest of that Christmas eve night was spent reading every paper in her mother's file. Every word, every test, ever observation. The girl read about all the abilities of her mother. From telepathy of entering and, what they called, constructing the mind, to the slight ability o foresight.

But what stood out to Y/n was one of the last statements of an observation:

Abilities may be passed through genetics, more testing to be done to confirm.

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Chapter Eleven (Small Town News) to be published  Wednesday 8pm BST

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Domestication (male vampire reader x transman detective oc)

Part 1 of ?

CW: slavery, sexual implications, blood

Owen Rosedown, age 19. A detective for hire in the crystal lit city of Theria. A bastard child of human and vampire, feral as a mortal can be. He has caused your kind great difficulty, and now, your old friend and mentor has fallen, thanks to him. Something must be done. There's only one thing that can be done. And as you are one of the best trainers and tamers of humans, you are the best one for the job...

Obsession is an addiction sweeter than any cultivated blood. Running down your throat like the thickest of honey, seeping between the cracks of the locket within every vampire's chest. Sweet desire sticking to the fangs, haunting the mind. Restless, aching obsession. It corrupts. It ruins.

You knew that. Who didn't know that?

And yet. And yet. And yet still, it takes.

He was, he is, your dearest friend, your beloved mentor, the Scarred Man. Lord Priest of the gods, merciful executioner of their will. He who would make the world bow to his will and be grateful for it.

And now his eyes are closed, and his fair skin is thinned of color. Oh yes, he breathes. Oh yes, he will heal. But not any time soon. Not in this year. Not in this stretch of mortal life.

All you can do is kneel by his beside and pray.

Well, all you can do for him.

There is a welcome ache in your knees as you stand. A pleasant reminder, the little sufferings you endure in your true life. Humans could not understand, lesser beings that they were.

What did the Scarred Man see in them? In him?

His journal is still in your pocket, with all the treasured information within. Careful effort to record every scrap he discovered about his prey. It is this information that guides you from the Scarred Man's castle - your castle, now - to the streets of the human city.

Theria glitters with crystal lamps and fallen snow. Many landmarks that once stood have been taken down, the stone used to create monuments to the naivety of humanity. Ugly things, restless people, all humans lost without their collars and cages.

You alone cannot change the fate of a species, but you can most certainly change the life of one single man.

The scent is just like your old friend wrote. Powerful will, potent flesh. Magic in the veins, keeping the body alive. You open your mouth, breathe in, and the scent rushes over your fangs. There, yes, you smell it too. Bastard child of human and vampire, abandoned by both and let loose in the tangled threads of human society.

No wonder Owen Rosedown turned feral.

And he knows you're following him, from the pace he sets up ahead. He has not looked over his shoulder but there is a tension you can see in his stiff shoulders and back. His pace quickens. The fingers curl into fists against his palms before his arms wrap around his body.

Cold? you think, watching him. You will be warm enough in my bed, when the time comes.

There is an awful little anticipation in this. Though he meant it not, Owen Rosedown is responsible for the fall of your dear friend. It matters not that the Scarred Man will return, revitalized and powerful, in the future. In the now, he is gone. It's just you now. You and Runner Owen.

As he passes under the shadow of a human cathedral, you strike.

He doesn't even cry out. Owen grunts as you press him against the stone wall. Your hands pin his wrists on either side of his head. You slip your knee between his legs.

He sucks in the cold air. His eyes focus on your face behind his glasses, and in them, you see his fear, bright as the moons overhead.

"Hello, Runner," you say.

He doesn't answer, as if his throat is sealed by ice. You smile.

"I thought you'd be more of a challenge to catch," you say. "But my old friend only spoke of your morals, not your skills."

You see his neck flex as he swallows. His gray-green eyes narrow. There it is, you think, pleased. That's the defiance the Scarred Man had spoken of.

"Do you know who I am?" You ask.

The Runner's gaze shifts, examines your face.

"You're a feral tamer," he says. "Aren't you?"

"Smart boy," you say. "Too smart, maybe? It won't matter, you won't be breeding with any humans, but it does explain your behavior."

He shudders against you.

"I will not submit to you," he says.

"Of course not," you say, smiling. "Not with that brilliant mind of yours. But when I am through with you, I'll have harnessed that brilliance into far more appropriate directions."

Rosedown writhes, but a hint of pressure between his legs from your knee stops him dead.

"I…" Owen begins. "I am not so easily domesticated."

"Oh, certainly not," you say. You press your knee up harder into his soft flesh, and he sucks in a breath. "I expect you to be my greatest challenge yet. But also my greatest achievement. To claim you for my kind after the trouble you've given my dear old friend…"

Your lips press against the pale brown of his throat. Owen grunts, squeezing his eyes shut.

"We will be remembered for centuries, you and I," you say. "Long after humanity has reclaimed her shackles, they will remember the beauty of us."

Your tongue glides along the soft skin. He tastes of sweat and clean water. Owen groans in protest.

"I would tell you not to be afraid," you whisper into his ear, "but that's part of the process. So fear me, Owen Rosedown. Be afraid, and then let go."

He opens his mouth but your fangs brush against his skin. You feel his fists clench, his body brace. You lap your tongue against the spot you have chosen, and again, he shudders. As if giving him a kiss, you press your lips against his flesh.

Your fangs sink in.

Owen Rosedown moans.

It's a small noise, half protest, but undeniable. Holy like the bells of the cathedral you're pressing him against. You hold him closer, tighter, releasing his wrists to press him against your body. He is paralyzed by your invasion, his hands grip your arms as he sucks in desperate breath after breath.

He is yours, you know it, though he will fight like the wild creature he is to escape. He is yours and no one will save him from you.

You drink.

No taste is sweeter than victory, not even obsession. But it's not difficult to see where the Scarred Man fell astray, and why. The Runner is a feast for each of the senses. When he collapses at your feet, panting and exhausted, his lips dripping saliva and his eyes full of tears, you do in fact, understand, oh yes, you understand very well.

His blurry eyes look up at you behind his glasses and dark sweaty hair.

You tip your hat to him.

"When I want you," you say, "I will take you. But there is much preparation to do before then. Good eve, Runner Owen. You'll satisfy mine and my kind just fine."

The snow crunches under your boots. You do not look back at the fallen figure, but you see him so clear in your mind. The defeat on his face. The mess of clothing and hair suggesting a different kind of encounter. The blood giving away the truth of the moment. It is beautiful. So beautiful indeed.

You do not see Owen Rosedown raise his head, and glare at your retreating form with all his defiance.

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[munsons-maiden]

I already said this in the notes of one of your asks and stuff but I thought in case other people haven’t thought of this!

Everything you’ve said is so right, and I definitely think if he came back as a villain it would be about saving him since that’s the only way it would have repercussions for everyone and not just Dustin. It would absolutely be the Kas theory though. I mean with marketing Eddie as a main character after only giving him one season? Even Billy had 2 seasons. They wouldn’t repeat Billy’s storyline with Eddie, I still think the Duffers are better writers than that cause they would be very very lazy, so he’d have to be saved and over power the control. The emphasis on Dustin saying in the end Eddie was always Eddie, I think is super important to the fact that Eddie, even when flayed, would not be lost and would be so strong and do what Billy (and even Will) could not do within themselves alone and that’s beat the mind flayer/Vecnas control fully. Killing him again would also be too lazy and I still think the government would easily be able to clear his name, they’ve done it all before with other characters and it’s a fantasy show there are literally no limits. And hoppers back to put the pressure on them for him and Eddie. And let’s face it, with all the damage that has and will happen in season 5, everyone’s gonna either be dying or be leaving Hawkins after the big show climax I think lol

Also I’d just like to add to all the Eddie comes back as a villain/Kas theory stuff, I think them showing us El can stop and reverse death is really really important. Vecna is the same as El, and having two deaths prevented, one by the good side and one by the bad side, is actually one of the times where bringing people back to life in a story is NOT cheap and a really cool story choice. Parallels baby*~*~* it would make for a GREAT season theme. Cause Eddie’s death is just as cheap as Max’s NOT death if they’re alone as two separate things. But having El bring Max back and Vecna bring Eddie back? That beautiful kind of parallel? That gives Eddie a longer and better storyline, and puts more emphasis on the whole El/Vecna rivalry too. And having Eddie turn on Vecna because evil doesn’t win, and because Eddie will always be Eddie.

ALL. OF. THIS.

The Kas theory is the most plausible one - although I think every one of my followers already knows I'm talking about "Vecna resurrecting Eddie and flaying him" when I say Kas theory; which means it will definitely be about saving him like they did with Will in ST2. I wouldn't want them to bring him back as anything else but the sweet, kind, gentle Eddie I/we fell in love with - and I don't think they would bring him back if it wasn't for saving him. And who could do that better than his pal Dustin? It would so beautifully fit the narrative if Eddie, who told Dustin to promise him never to change, would have changed - only for Dustin to help Eddie get rid of Vecna's control. I can imagine it to go like this - Eddie flayed and used by Vecna as his puppet in the first half of the season until a confrontation with Dustin makes him reach his breaking point, he frees himself of Vecna's control and joins the Hawkins Heroes for the second half and final battle.

Absolutely - clearing his name would be easy with Owens' people and Hopper on board; they knew all along it wasn't Eddie and that was the reason why I was sure they'd be clearing his name by the end of ST4. It's so obvious how to do it.

"Cause Eddie’s death is just as cheap as Max’s NOT death if they’re alone as two separate things. But having El bring Max back and Vecna bring Eddie back? That beautiful kind of parallel? That gives Eddie a longer and better storyline, and puts more emphasis on the whole El/Vecna rivalry too. And having Eddie turn on Vecna because evil doesn’t win, and because Eddie will always be Eddie." YES. The duality would also perfectly underline the struggle El has been dealing with especially in ST1 and ST2, seeing herself as a monster - her bringing Max back vs Vecna bringing Eddie back, one for love and one for hate and yet Eddie's love will beat the hatred in Vecna's heart...that's the Good Stuff right there.

There are so many things which would only make sense if they went down that route: the marketing of Eddie as addition to the main cast, all the PR afterwards, the Kas symbolism tied to him (especially the spiked shield), the parallels between Eddie and Will (mainly the song playing when they die in the UD "When it's cold I'd like to die" + Wayne wearing the same jacket Jonathan did while pinning Will's Missing poster while Wayne is pinning Eddie's missing poster), Eddie as the Dungeon Master...and Eddie himself, who's been one of if not THE kindest character in the show, never portrayed as anything else but pure of heart (which is why I know the only way for him to ever become a "villain" would be via being flayed).

If they were planning to bring Eddie back all along, I'm convinced they'll go down this route.

If they didn't plan to bring him back...this route is still perfect and none of us would ever know whether it was coincidence they left the door open three inches or not. I can't tell which one it'll be but it's so EASY to bring Eddie back because there's a hole gaping in the ST5 plotline and we know they won't bring in any new characters so Vecna needs someone to do the dirty work until he's recovered from the attack and Eddie's body in the UD isn't even cold yet, just like Max's wasn't.

Bringing Eddie back would be logical, from a narrative viewpoint - and it would raise the stakes of the story to have Vecna use Eddie as his puppet because the OG cast, especially Dustin, would take care not to hurt him.

And my final point, sorry about repeating myself but this needs to be in here: the Duffers already said Eddie's death would have "huge repercussions for all survivors" - not Dustin, but all survivors. And this is the only way I could think of for that to come into fruition.

Completely agree with all your points, dear.

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Kenobi fans got their wish though. Obi Wan looks as miserable as you all wanted

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#4

I want to write an essay about the little that I know about Owen Lars, aka Luke's father, but for now I'm just so glad because he and Beru did evrything in their power to give Luke a happy and normal childhood, which is what's made Luke the sweetheart we know him to be. Just seeing ten year old Luke, ďoing exactly what a ten year old should be doing and seeing Owen in a face off against an Inquisitor, when he cannot even compare to her powers, only reconfirms that the two did everything in their power to keep him safe, which I hope offered Obi-Wan some comfort.

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Yes Will was laughing seconds before he went on stage to smack the shit out of Chris Rock but that doesn't matter. What matters is that he saw Jadas face fall as soon as she understood where the joke was going and then changed his stance to go and smack the shit out of Chris Rock

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Jane Austen did not put all her effort into making unique and distinct female protagonists for hollywood to mutate them all into witty, tomboyish, snarky elizabeth bennett clones

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Ooh. Please please make more self-inserts. Not only is it fun you have no idea how much it can help you be kind to yourself. Have the hero of the franchise fall in love with you for what you think are your annoying quirks. Have the wisest man in that fictional world, tell others that your are the kindest and the smartest person he has ever met. Have the evil guy fall for you and revoke his evil ways cuz youre just that hot. Allow yourself to be loved by the fictional characters you look up to and in time you may also begin see how wonderful you really are.

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[gothgalpumpkin]

So... here's my spooky "I did not care for the Godfather," confession...

I did not care for Practical Magic...

I know, I know! What kind of spooky gal didn't care such a great little movie about sisterhood, finding your place in community, love despite the horrible outcomes, how to properly despose of a body and having a beautiful home to share it all in? Well... me.

Litle bit of an unorganized mess but let me explain;

You see, I actually did enjoy the movie! The settings were great, the comedy landed for me, and I adore Sandra Bullock! And that HOUSE!? we alll love that house! But what threw me off wasn't the (to me) ridiculous premise, but the Aunties.

Let me just get a something out of the way; I didn't really care for the whole "Owen's women being doomed to have short loves that always resulted in death". I felt as if these strong Witches have much greater things to worry about than love, and from experiencing trauma with knowing what would happen to their [male] partners would be a sure way to turn any Owen's woman from wanting to get close to any man in fear of that sort of pain and subsequental trauma on their daughters from losing a parental figure.

(Also, my Bi heart was like: really? Almost all of you are straight? Not a single one of the Owen's women were lesbian, Pan, bi, queer? What happens to their fem lovers and wives if the curse only effects men?? Andway moving on....)

With that being said, alot of pain could have been spared if the Aunties didn't stick their noses where it didn't belong, e.i. Sal's love life. They decided to make Michael and Sally fall in love because they thought she would be happy, and yes, she was with her loving husband and two beautiful daughters, but the Aunties just literally bread crumbed their niece into a bear trap. They know, they all know about the curse and how it will eventually snatch that loving relationship away with a devilish chirp, leaving behind a distraught and heartbroken woman in its wake.

Why would you do that? It doesn't matter if it was for a loving reason, why would you do that!?? And the way they admitted it makes my skin crawl, it always makes me feel as if, in some way, they don't care and were really using Michael as a glass pawn to give Sal temporary happiness.

It almost makes me wonder... did they somehow also place a temporary love spell on Gilly so she too could just, get it over with and also have daughters to carry out the line? But for some reason it may have worn off due to Gilly getting too far from her Aunties range of power? It's just a theory... but still.

Anyway, back to it.

If Sally never married Michael and had her daughters, then she probably would have either A.) Stayed in the family manor with her Aunties, not continuing the line and possibly just focusing on her magic, getting stronger and stronger because what else are you going to do when no one in the community wants to be around around you and constantly shunning you? Or B.) Left in her need to find normalcy and discover more about herself away from that small town and away from her Aunties. Perhaps in option B Sally could have found love and still have her daughters, but it would have been on her own terms. If Sally stayed and never went on to have her Girls, then the line ends with her and Gilly (which, I believe would stay child-free in any scenario).

I believe the Aunties also lack a sense of boundaries with how, despite being explicitly told by Sally she didn't want her children learning magic, they still are not careful with what they say or do and is definitely still teaching those girls a few tricks. In my twisted mind, I just have this thought that maybe, just maybe, the Aunties used Sally to continue the line and agency be damned.

Look, I do adore the movie, it has some great qualities and even behind the scenes facts such as their being a r e a l Witch on set to oversee all the crafting and give proper information on how the magic should have been portrayed. That's amazing to know! But some of the things such as the Aunties, and the community itself just doesn't vibe with me sometimes.

Anyway, if you have somehow got this far with his mess of a writing rant, THANK YOU! You're cool and deserve an army of Bats to cherish you and do all your bidding 🦇🦇🦇

And let me know, what's your stance on PM and how you feel about the Aunties or any other characters?

Happy Spooky Szn!

#practical magic #spooky #spooky szn #writing rant #idk man #i just have a lot of feelings #i stay having beef with fictional characters #magic #witchcraft #goth girl #goth girl things

[three-headed-monster]

owen power | postgame 06.06.21

#yes i did make owen power gifs #no no one asked #turns out all you need to get me to love you is to be on team canada #thanks for the win goth boy #owen power #owen power is a goth boy i don't make the rules #hockey #team canada #umich #my gifs

[everythinghughes]

Hi! can u do prompt 37 for Luke Hughes?

yes i can!! thank you for requesting <3

prompt list (you don't have to use it when requesting)

LUKE HUGHES | CHERRY

pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader

word count: 1.15K

summary: things between you and luke get a little… hot and heavy at a umich party.

warnings: underage drinking, swearing, dirty comments, pda and making out

prompts: “my lipgloss is all over your lips”

note: i am living for the luke requests KEEP THEM COMING!! i love writing about my baby luke and writing requests is SO fun so please keep requesting!!

you had been invited to the party that the umich hockey team was throwing and insisted that your best friend jenna come with you. she obviously said yes.

her reasoning? who in their right mind would deny a good time and free drinks.

and also kent johnson

“jenna?! where’s my cherry lipgloss?!”

“it’s in the bathroom next to the sink!”

you walk into the bathroom and swipe some lipgloss on your lips before putting the tube in your purse “thanks babe!”

“you ready to go?” she asks, smoothing out her dress in the mirror.

“let’s go!” you cheer as you make your way out of your shared dorm.

the party is wild, people are everywhere and you could hear the music blaring before you even walked into the house. how the party hadn’t been shut down was beyond you.

walking in, jenna immediately insisted on going to find the hockey team.

“you just want to see johnson, be honest.”

“shut up y/n!” she said, a hue of red covering her cheeks. her crush on the sophomore was adorable.

you roll your eyes but nonetheless follow her through the crowd. the players are easy to locate since owen power’s head was visible to you over the sea of people.

jesus christ that fucker is tall.

“y/n!” you hear a voice yell. you look past jenna to see kent johnson waving you guys over.

you pull a very willing jenna over to the boys and hug all of them in greeting.

“boys! this is my best friend jenna.”

they collectively say hi in their own way but you only notice kent’s greeting. “what’s up, i’m kent.” he waves, giving her a small smile.

oh fuck yes.

you smirk letting your eyes flit in-between them “anyways jen, this is pow pow, kenny, matty, bren bren, tommy and dukes.” they all groan at the nickname you’ve given them and jenna giggles.

kent sighs “it’s actually owen, me aka kent, matty, brendan, thomas, and dylan.”

you pout “you’re no fun kenny! my nicknames are way better”

“how luke deals with you i’ll never know.” he sighs making you gasp dramatically.

“that’s mean! pow pow did you hear what he just said to me?!” you ask the defence man

owen hits kent on the back of the head “apologize to y/n, kent.”

kent grumbles something that sounds a lot like “yes dad” before looking at you “sorry y/n.”

“it’s alright kenny. i know you love me all the same.” he rolls his eyes at you but chuckles nonetheless.

“y/n/n let’s go get drinks!” jenna yells before dragging you into the kitchen.

“you good?” you ask, amused.

she lets out a frustrated groan “how do you talk to kent so easily?!”

“well i don’t have a crush on kent and he’s like a brother so it’s pretty simple.”

“well how did you talk to luke before you guys started dating?”

“it was awkward at first, i got flustered and never really knew what to say but eventually conversation just started to flow naturally between us.”

she nods and the two of you start to make your way back out into the party. a hand catches your arm as you try to follow jenna back to the boys. your body's turned and your engulfed in the arms of your boyfriend.

“when did you get here?” luke asks, leaning down to speak in your ear.

“maybe ten minutes ago. i was with the boys, where were you?”

“in the bathroom, had to take a leak.”

you scrunch your nose up at how forward he is about his business but he just kisses your cheek and wraps an arm around your waist before fully making it back to the boys. he sits down on the couch before tucking you into his side and throwing your legs over his lap.

“y/n?” you hear luke say in your ear.

“hm?”

“why is kent dancing with jenna?”

your head snaps up at those words and your eyes search the dance floor until they land on jenna and kent who are dancing— very closely might i add —together. a grin makes its way onto your face “they like each other.” you say simply.

luke hums before tucking your head under his chin again.

it’s then a very intoxicated brendan flops onto the couch and lays his head on your legs “hi hi y/n/n!”

had he been this drunk five minutes ago?

you laugh “hi bren bren, whatcha doing?”

“m’nothing much.” he sighs as you smooth his hair down with your hand. “hughesy?” brendan calls as he nuzzles his head into your hand

“yeah briss?” luke says, an amused smile playing on his lips.

“can i date your girlfriend? just for tonight?”

luke’s smile drops in an instant and he’s already pushing poor brendan off of him and onto the floor

“no.”

brendan giggles “i tricked you hughesy! i was just fucking with you but je-ez you get jealous easily.”

luke huffs as brendan stumbles away giggling as he mutters “little fucker.”

you roll your eyes at your boyfriend’s jealousy, cupping his cheek and turning it so he looks at you “really lukey?”

he gives you an innocent look “what?”

“did you really have to push him?”

“well you’re my girlfriend!” he whines as your trace his jaw with your finger.

you roll your eyes again and lean up to lightly peck his lips but he chases after the feeling of your lips on his. “and i’m sure he’s well aware of that.”

luke hums “i’m sure he is” and then his lips are back on yours.

oh no, we’re in public. oh god.

even with this worry you can’t bring yourself to pull away from luke. his kisses were addicting and the way his mouth moulded against yours was enough to make your head go blank. his hands gripped your waist and he hauled you into his lap. straddling him, your hands slid into his hair, running your hands through it as luke’s tongue slid into your mouth.

the burning and lack of air in your lungs was what made you pull away from him. panting, your breaths mingled as you both attempted to catch your breath. then you caught sight of something on luke’s mouth.

“oh my god!” you giggled as you realized what it was.

he furrowed his eyebrows “what?”

“my lipgloss is all over your lips.” you say to him.

luke rubbed his lips together, feeling the stickiness of your gloss on his lips. he grinned at the familiar taste.

“i like it it tastes like cherry.” was all he said before he re-connected your lips.

#luke hughes #umich hockey #owen power #kent johnson #brendan brisson #matty beniers #dylan duke #luke hughes imagine #hockey boy imagine #hockey boy #nhl imagine #nj devils #new jersey devils #michigan wolverines

[fear-of-flyers]

enough to last a lifetime (part 4)

Owen Power x Fem!Reader

Word Count 1.8k

Warnings: pregnancy (nothing in detail but it's there), swearing, owen can't do math (lol)

Sometime later you woke up, still in Owen’s arms with his hand on your stomach, to the smell of food. You gently got up, to not disturb your boyfriend, and groggily made your way into the kitchen. To your surprise when you got there you found Kent washing dishes, a home-cooked meal plated on the counter. You took a deep breath and sighed appreciatively, unintentionally startling Kent a bit. “Shit, you scared me. Hungry?” Kent asked, turning the sink off and turning around. “Sorry, and yeah. What’d you make?” You responded. “Baked chicken thighs, mashed potatoes, and steamed broccoli.” Kent said, looking proud of himself, “I’ve been cooking a bit more recently, it saves money and is honestly kinda fun. You’ll be the first person besides Owen to eat my cooking. I’m excited.” You smiled listening to him, happy that he found something he enjoyed and that you could reap the benefits of his new hobby.

You walk to the couch and gently shake Owen awake, “Dinnertime love. Kent cooked.” You say softly, admiring how sweet he looks. “Huh?” Owen replies, sitting slightly up and blinking groggily. “Smells good.” You chuckle at his barely-there post-nap brain, “Yeah honey, Kent cooked.” You said again, smiling when Owen’s confusion morphed into a smile. He got up fully and grabbed your hand before making his way to the kitchen with you. When you got to the kitchen you found Kent putting the last of the plates on the table, water and each person’s other drink of choice (coke for Owen, and lemonade for you and Kent) already on the table. “Looks good, thanks dude,” Owen says, nodding towards Kent in appreciation. Kent smiles at the praise “Of course, we needed to eat and had stuff here. Someone was gonna have to cook and y’all were cute and sleeping. It was the least I could do.”

At that, the three of you sit down to eat and after gushing at the food and how good it was you settled into a good conversation. About halfway through dinner, Kent asked “Y/n, are you going to keep going to classes once you start to show? I know you want to keep it kind of private but I was curious.” You opened your mouth to answer before realizing that you hadn’t really thought about it beforehand. People on campus generally knew that you and Owen were together and while you doubted anyone would post anything about it you did know that you would get tons of questions and judgment. “I haven’t thought about that yet.” You replied honestly, “I haven’t even thought about telling my parents yet. Shit, Owen, we have to tell our parents.” At that Owen turned to you, eyes wide. Clearly, he hadn’t thought about it either. “Well shit, should we text them?” He asked. Before you could answer Kent gasped, “Text them?? Yes Owen, tell your parents that they’re gonna be grandparents over text. What a fine idea.” You laughed, truly appreciating Kent at that moment as Owen looked at you slightly hurt. “You’re laughing at me? Wow, good to know whose side you’re on babe.” He says, exaggerating a look of hurt, a pout pulling on his lips. “Owen, he’s right. We can’t just text them, love, I think they would fly up here to crucify us if we didn’t at the very least facetime them. We should look into sending them something though.”

“Send them something? Like a card?” Owen asked, clearly confused. You looked at Kent and laughed quietly (Kent wasn’t as nice), before saying “Maybe, but I was thinking something like an ultrasound picture when we get them, and a mug or something ‘grandparent’ they can actually use.” Finally, Owen said “Oh, that makes sense. Wanna go shopping after the appointment?” You nodded, “That works, we should think about exactly what we want to get, also we need to remember to ask for a bunch of ultrasound copies” At that, Owen looked confused, “Why do we need a bunch? Don’t we just need 3?” He asked. “I feel like Luke is gonna want one, oh yeah he knows by the way, also one for here and one for my dorm.” 

“Can I have one?” Kent asked, effectively reminding the two of you that he was there “Of course, you can have one Kent, you’ve been so helpful during this.” You said before turning towards Owen again and going “See? People are going to want them.” Owen rolled his eyes fondly, grateful that the two of you had made up, truly excited for what was to come. Then he remembered what you had said a couple of minutes ago. “Wait, Luke knows? How does Luke know? Did Luke know before me?” He asked, confused completely. “Yes Luke knows and yes Luke knew before you. Babe, Kent knew before you.” You said, continuing on before Owen could talk again. “Luke was there when I found out, I needed someone to be there and I didn’t think I could call you. Then Kent found out because I hid the test in my hand towel drawer without thinking, I wasn’t planning on telling him until after you knew but it just happened that way. And before you get all pissy, don’t act like I was wrong for it.”

“But why would you call Luke instead of me?” Owen asked, looking hurt. “When I had to call someone I was so worried about how you would react that I didn’t call you. And you kinda proved me right, I’m not mad but hopefully, you can see my logic.” You responded, silently praying that this wouldn’t cause new conflict. Luckily, Owen nodded, “I get it.” He said, “I am truly sorry for how I reacted at first.” You smiled at him and moved your chairs closer to pull him into a kiss. At that, Kent stood up, chair scraping against the floor, and announced “You two clearly don’t need me anymore, I’m going to go do homework. I’ll see you later.” You pulled away from Owen and laughed (partly out of embarrassment) at Kent’s outburst. “Have fun with that Uncle Kent.” You say, delighting in the way Kent’s face lights up in reaction. “Oh my god I’m going to be an uncle. Okay, I forgive you, I’m still going to do my homework though. Bye guys, bye baby.” Kent said, the smile not leaving his face as he left the room.

As he walked away you turned back towards Owen, a smile on your face. “Dude, we’re going to be parents. Like what?” You said, laughing at Owen’s face as you called him ‘dude’. “Yeah dude. You’re gonna be a mom, a good one too.” Owen responded, watching you blush before grabbing your hand and pulling you into a hug. The two of you swayed back and forth in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes before you pulled back a bit saying, “Kent had the right idea with homework. I have a shit ton of stuff to do. Work with me?” You look up at Owen and he nods “Of course, I have stuff I need to do as well,” He replies turning towards his room. You trail behind him, grabbing a gatorade out of the fridge for each of you and a bag of pretzels to share.

“What do you have to work on?” You ask Owen, sitting on his bed and placing your supplies around you. “I have to finish a paper for Econ then I have algebra practice to do because I have a test tomorrow.” Owen says, groaning at the thought of math. “I thought that by choosing sports management I would have an easy out but nooo, here I am, taking fucking algebra. Anyways, what do you have?” You chuckle a little, opening your laptop to Canvas. “I have to submit mock lesson plans, and grade an example essay.” You respond as you open the document containing your plans. “If you want I can help you with the math after you finish your paper.” You offer, looking towards Owen for a response. “Oh my god, thank you.” He said “I don’t know why I’m so bad at it.” You laughed “It’s just how you are, it’s not a bad thing, plus, it’s fun for me.” 

The next day you and Owen were out at lunch between classes, talking about your future. “Ok, I know I’ve said it before but this feels so real now. With our first doctor’s appointment tomorrow it’s all so much.” You say, looking across the table at Owen. “Is it too much?” He asks, looking back, face full of worry, “If it is, is there anything I can do about it? I can get Kent to calm down some.” You laugh softly, “You don’t need to get Kent to calm down, I’m good. But, I really appreciate it and I really appreciate you.” You say, leaning in to kiss him gently. “So, have you had your test yet?” At that, Owen groans, dropping his head onto the table “Why would you do that to me babe?” He asks, voice muffled by his arms “But no, I haven’t had it yet, it’s in 2 hours and I’m dreading it.” You rubbed his arm gently, “Do you have anything else before it? Because I’m free for another hour-ish and would love to help you study more if that would be helpful.” You offered.

“Would you really?” He asks, lifting his head off of his arms, looking you directly in the eyes, almost non-believing. “Of course I would love. It would be my pleasure.”

According to Owen the test went, “not completely shit” but that was behind you because it was finally Tuesday. You went to watch Owen practice because you didn’t have class and it would make travel easier. But, you found it hard to hide it from the boys because, while you were at practice sometimes you, and Owen, were never this excited. “C’mon Y/n, tell us what’s happening,” Briss said, looking at you with pleading eyes. Shaking your head you responded “No can do Briss. It’s top-secret for now.” He shot a playful glare at you and turned to Owen, gearing up to ask again, “No, Briss. We’re not gonna tell you. Plus, you’ll find out eventually.” Brendan groaned and turned around ready to give up when he saw the slight smile on Kent’s face. “Johnson, you know what’s happening. What’s happening?” Kent smiled wider, “Good things. That’s all I’m at liberty to say.” You laughed at his response, grateful for his ability to keep a secret when it was necessary. Briss was definitely not as happy but you let it go, knowing that this is a surprise he won’t mind waiting for.

#owen power imagine #owen power x reader #owen power #enough to last a lifetime #fear of writing #owen power fic #buffalo sabres imagine #<- it's fun and cool that I get to tag that :))) #my writing #hockey imagine

[matthewkniesys]

My Forever Home- Owen Power

Summary: You and Owen began dating in the middle of 12th grade. You guys had been best friends since kindergarten and finally admitted your feelings around March. Since then you have been going strong even though long distance is hard. Owen was at umich and you were  still in Ontario. Finally after about 10 months of being apart you were going to get to see him again when he made his NHL debut in Toronto.

A/n: Hey guys! So I wasn't sure if I was going to write again after my first little blurb but I got lots of positive feedback and had so much fun writing I thought I would try again. This one is a bit longer. I hope you like it!

Words: 1k+

Owen was making his debut in Toronto. Like Toronto, Ontario  where you live. You were going to get to see Owen again. It still hadn't dawned on you yet. You were in a state of shock. As soon as you come out of your shock you immediately pick up your phone. Owen. Call Owen is all that was going through your mind. You pick his number in your favorites and wait. It rings once, twice, three times and then finally Owen picks up. 

"Owen " you exclaim  frantically. "Owen, O is it true? Are you really going to Buffalo?" "Yes babe" Owen tells you, sounding excited but at the same time calm. "And you're making your debut here… in Toronto" you question?  You just could not believe you guys could've gotten lucky enough that Owen was going to make his NHL debut in the city you live in. Your boyfriend's voice brings you back from your thoughts " As far as I know yes" he tells you. You and Owen talk for a while longer and then hang-up when Owen tells you he has to finish packing for Buffalo.

You missed Owen so much and couldn't wait to see him. For the next few days it felt as if you were counting down the minutes until your boyfriend's debut. You were cleaning and doing pretty much everything you could to pass the time.

Finally after what felt like about a 100 days Tuesday came. Owen had gotten into Toronto early on Tuesday morning. He went home to see his family and put his travel bag in his room then came over to your apartment as quickly as possible. 

At around 9 in the morning you hear a knock on your door. You essentially jump off the couch and sprint to the door. You're pretty sure you had never ran that fast in your life. You absolutely throw the door open. " Hey babe" Owen says. Without saying anything you throw yourself into Owen's arms and hold onto him as if he's the only thing grounding you to earth. Owen picks you up and spins you around.

"Hi" , you say shyly. "Hi y/n/n" Owen replies but not at all shyly. He kisses your forehead and mutters something about you being pretty which makes you just bury your head even farther into his hoodie. "Now you're gonna get all shyly on me babe" Owen teases. "No" you respond. You finally let go of Owen and he pulls you into a sweet,soft kiss. "I love you" he tells you when he breaks the kiss. "I love you more, ''you say. All Owen replies with is "Not possible". The two of you back into your apartment. Honestly all you wanted to do was spend the day cuddling and just being with Owen. And that's pretty much exactly what you did. Most of the afternoon the two of you just lied on the couch watching movies,catching up and occasionally traded slow soft kisses.

Too soon it was time for Owen to leave for the rink. You were very reluctant to let him go but you knew you had to. Once Owen left you ate a quick snack and got ready for the game. You didn't have a Power jersey yet and since it was Owen's debut you had to cheer for Buffalo so you couldn't wear your Leafs jersey. Instead you decided to just wear a pair of ripped jeans and one of Owen's umich hoodies. 

You got in your car and drove the short drive to Scotiabank Arena. When you got there you went and found Owen's family. They were all there, Mom,Dad,Emily,Adam. You were super close with his family since you've known each other your whole lives. So close that you called his parents Mom and Dad.

You guys find your seats and get ready for the game. By the time warm-ups come around you're super nervous but so excited. Then you see Owen. You hadn't seen Owen play live in  forever. When it's time for his rookie lap you can't even explain all of your feelings. Excited, happy, proud, and holy shit your boyfriend is hot.

The game starts and it's amazing to get to watch Owen play in the NHL and it looks like he fits right in. It was an absolutely horrible game for the leafs which usually wouldn't make you happy but tonight you really wanted Buffalo to win (first time you ever thought that) for Owen's debut.

In the end the Sabres did win 5-2. Owen played a really strong defensive game even though he didn't get a point. Usually you wouldn't mind waiting for Owen to come out of the locker room but tonight you wanted to see your 6'6 boyfriend as soon as possible. 

After what felt like an eternity Owen came out of the tunnels. You rushed up to him and wrapped your arms around him as tight as you could. "So fucking proud" you mumbled. Owen lets out a low laugh. After a long second Owen speaks. " If I'm being honest I'm still a little star struck". "Well you did just play your first NHL game, which has been a dream of yours since forever" you respond giggling. " I know, I know it was just such an insane experience". You eventually let go of Owen so he can go talk to the rest of his family.

After maybe 15 minutes you begin to feel very tired. You're standing right next to Owen so you tug at his hoodie sleeve to get his attention. "What baby?" he asks quietly. "I'm tired" you tell him, sounding very much like an actual baby. “Okay, do you want me to come home with you?” he asks. Wanting nothing more you just nod your head. The both of you say your goodbyes to the family and head out to your car. You give Owen the keys afraid that if you drive you'll fall asleep.  The two of you sit in silence on the drive home. Eventually you guys get to your apartment. You go and change into a pair of flannel pj bottom and one of Owen's old shirts. Owen changes as well and the 2 of you climb under the covers. 

Owen pulls you close and holds you tight to his body. "I love you more than I could ever express" Owen tells you. "Always y/n, you will always be my Forever Home".

#Owen power #owen power blurb #Owen power fic #Buffalo Sabres #Claire tries writing <3

[holewithinahole]

Careless | mobius m. mobius x gn!reader

Summary: You have a surprise for Mobius, you thought it’d be amusing but some feelings are brought up to the surface.

Warnings: angst, comfort/hurt (yes the other way around), overthinking, non-native writer, really annoying introspection, non-bêta'd

I highly recommend you listen to the song while reading (it's obv Careless Whisper by the one and only George Michael) because I’m not going to write down the lyrics (I kinda hate it). You can read this as a one-shot (although there is some backstory to it that I might post one day lmao). I'm not English native so pls forgive me for any mistake. Also I’m a bit obsessed with waltzing with Owen Wilson?

My friends, if you're reading this, don't judge me too hard for writing an imagine sdfghj

You make a grand gesture towards the beautiful, vintage vinyl player.

“And where did you get that?”

You smile mischievously. “The Anachronistic Objects Room.”

The open space is dimly lit and empty. Time doesn’t flow normally in the TVA, no daytime, no nighttime: the perfect work conditions for an omniscient, almighty company. Sadly, even if created by the most powerful beings in the universe - and its parallel worlds, humans remain humans so lights automatically switch off after 'eight o'clock', undirectly sending people off to get some sleep.

Today has been wild, to say the least, with everyone running all over the place to supervise the new Loki variant mission so, even the late-night workers have retired to their quarters. All except Mobius M. Mobius, of course.

Said Mobius sighs and rubs his eyes: “You’re not allowed to go there, I’m sure you know.” Despite his - empty - threat, he makes no move towards you. “How did you even get inside?”

“I asked.” You plug the device in. “You were all too busy with the Loki variant anyway.”

And you clearly didn’t want me to join, you think bitterly, making a face.

“I wouldn’t have taken you anyway, you’re not a field agent.”

You stick your tongue out to hide your embarrassment. Mobius just rolls his eyes. “I’m beat, we can't do that another time?” He says.

“Everyone is also beat so no one will bother us,” you argue. “You don’t want me to get pruned by Renslayer for borrowing a vinyl player, do you?”

“You’re not gonna get pruned for that.” Mobius scoffs. After another silence where he watches you testing out the device, he asks: “You know you need a vinyl for it to work?”

You 'haha' him before grabbing a 7” vinyl and proudly exhibiting it to Mobius. He raises an eyebrow.

“Wham, really?”

“Wham! With the exclamation point, if you may. Also no, it's George Michael only, despite being released in 1984.” You smirk. “It belonged to a fine gentleman. The guy went back in time hoping to make some profit - and he did, but he apparently couldn’t get used to a life without his favourite tunes.”

“He got caught because he wanted to listen to some vinyls? That’s some stupid reason.”

“Hey, respect the man. I, too, would have taken the classics.”

“Which are?”

You raise two fingers. “Two names: George Michael and Queen.”

Mobius laughs.

When the first notes begin, you increase the volume and turn dramatically to Mobius, showing off your best air-saxophone impression. He shakes his head, trying to keep a serious face but you could see the twinkle of amusement in his eyes as you get closer, holding out your hand and raising your eyebrows.

“Come on, old man, you obviously know this tune.”

“You just time stamped Careless Whisper to me, you don’t get to call me old, sunshine.”

Sunshine.

He takes your hand, tugging you closer in a waltzing posture that brings back some memories you quickly choose to ignore.

He leads you in between the desks, the back straight and the head high, you can't help but chuckle at his obviously grotesque mockery of ballroom dancing. For someone who claims to be the perfect corporate man - and he is mind you, working all the time without barely getting any sleep, analysing variants and going on the field to come back to his desk right after, it's very easy to have him back to his quirky self. Deep inside, you wish it's how comfortable he feels around you that makes him able to drop the barriers. You sadly don't see him enough to notice if he’s behaving like this with other people or only with you.

He cracks a joke and, as usual, you have trouble keeping a straight face when Mobius becomes this adorable goofball of a man.

But the more you twirl, the more serious it becomes. Past the iconic - and hilarious for anyone born in the 90s - sax solo, the tune is both soothing and heady. You calm down, settling in a swaying embrace but Mobius starts mumbling the lyrics and a dreadful feeling sits at the bottom of your stomach as you suddenly take notice of the words.

You stole the vinyl as a joke. You clearly didn’t think this through. You were just looking forward to the stupid sax line, the ‘you’re so old’ jokes and the teasing. And now, Mobius is singing softly to the chorus while you’re having a mental breakdown and desperately trying your best not to tense up in his arms, not to show how much the lyrics are conveying everything you have wanted to tell him. You pray for his obliviousness, you pray it's just overthinking.

Twice you’ve been in his arms and this feels like the last time.

“It’s way more serious than I’d remember it being,” Mobius says and your heart jumps as you have a small embarrassed laugh, avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah… ‘guess he was feeling like shit, uh?”

You cringe internally but Mobius only nods: “‘made a pretty damn good song out of it.”

If you were in a movie, it’d be a tragedy.

A feeling of inadequacy sinks down. A wall of questions stands tall in front of you and you look up, picturing every ledge, the ghost feeling of every blister and abrasion on your hands, unable to visualise the top. On the wall are drawn your scarce encounters, you can see the first day you met him, the first day you danced together.

Now, you sway again in each other’s arms and you close your eyes. As he holds you close, you feel that without his love, all of this is an end in itself.

So you focus on the music that suddenly gets louder, focus on it harder so your feet learn to cooperate to erase the guilt of having something that’s not meant for you. You mouth out the lyrics that remind you over and over of all the things you want to say. We could have been so good together? We could have lived this dance forever?

A joke to you and a joke for the TVA.

Mobius squeezes you tighter, you open your eyes in surprise and his gaze is on you. God, your lips are so close. The “please stay” gets stuck in your mouth.

Fuck.

Then it hits you.

He is the one and only reason why your timeline branched, why you have been apprehended by the TVA. Not because you realised that your life was meaningless, not because you decided to turn your back on a life all mapped out but because with one glance, with one dance, you decided that your life was revolving around this man.

You always knew deep down that your timeline had been altered by him, for him.

Was what I did so wrong that you had to leave me alone?

Him leaning towards you is probably wishful thinking. The look on his face is too hard to read when you put distance between the two of you.

“My mistake.” He says.

You nod and leave him behind with only the sound of the vinyl player’s stylus jumping at the end of the record. You rush to your quarters and picture the corridor of your apartment you missed terribly.

A mistake, yes. You should have been pruned, erased from an existence where he’s unreachable. This was the mistake.

But is it his?

#mobius #mobius m mobius #loki series #loki show #mobius x reader #mobius x you #mobius imagine #loki 2021 #owen wilson

[iamwhoami]

Sister Oh Sister (Grey’s Anatomy)

Grey’s Anatomy

   When Amelia has brain surgery to remove her tumor, her sister Y/N is with her the entire time, worried that she might lose her.

Warnings: None

Requested = Yes

Haha...finally got one done...

It’s been a while since I’ve seen the episode where Amelia gets her tumor removed so the facts might be a lil iffy.

You were the first person she told.

   When she paged you to the scan room, you definitely were not expecting this bombshell.

“Oh...Amelia...” You whispered and immediately pulled her into your arms.

“It’s okay...” Amelia said, almost as if she was trying to convince herself to, “It’s benign.”

   You choked back a sob at those words. It was a relief of course, but it was a tumor nonetheless and would definitely have to be removed.

That meant brain surgery.

   Over the next while, you were constantly at Amelia’s side. Yes, it was partially because you knew you had to be there for her, but in a way, you were also there because you were scared.

Scared that history might repeat itself.

   The few months before Derek died, you hadn’t really been around him much. Now looking back, you regretted not visiting him, Meredith and the kids more. You regretted now inviting them over for dinner more. 

You didn’t want to have those regrets with Amelia.

   Despite all your fear and worries though, you did you best to hide it from Amelia, putting a brave face on instead.

   The day of Amelia’s surgery, you had worked yourself up so much that you spent the first half hour of the day throwing up in the bathroom at home.

   You knew you were worried about her, but there really weren’t any words that would truly describe just how great that worry was.

   Pulling yourself together though, you forced yourself to eat some breakfast before heading to the hospital. It was a surprise that Meredith had even managed to get you to go home since you spent all your time at the hospital since Amelia was checked in.

   Parking your car, you killed the engine and was going to walk in when you realized that you couldn’t. You were so overwhelmed by everything that you just needed one moment by yourself so that you could break down without Amelia knowing.

   You didn’t realize how much you had been holding back until you finally let it all out. You were sobbing so hard, you didn’t even hear the first few knocks on the window to your car.

   Sniffling, you wiped your nose with the side of your hand before taking a deep breath and getting out of the car.

“You good?”

   You looked over at Meredith, debating what you should tell her. Should you lie even though you knew she would see right through it?

“I will be,” You whispered, “But that doesn’t really matter right now.”

“Of course it matters,” Meredith responded, “Y/N, you’ve been driving yourself insane with worry about Amelia and I know you have your reasons but how would Amelia react if she knew what you’ve been doing?”

“What am I doing?” You asked numbly as you and Meredith headed into the building.

   Meredith grabbed your arm, making you stop, “You’re not taking care of yourself Y/N. Your running yourself to the ground, you’re not eating, you’re not sleeping.”

“It’s going to be okay,” You whispered back, biting your lip as you felt the tears threaten to spill from your eyes again, “Right? She’s going to be okay.”

“Oh...Y/N,” Meredith reached out her other arm and pulled you into a hug.

   You choked back a sob, “She has to be okay Mer because I swear I can’t do it again. Not after Derek...”

“I know,” Meredith mumbled and put her hand on the back of your head, rubbing it up and down.

   With that, you nodded and Meredith looped her arm through yours before making your way up to Amelia’s room.

“I’ll go through the a sub frontal craniotomy, real clean, small incision,” Tom was saying as you and Meredith arrived.

   Amelia saw you and gave you a weak smile which you just barely were able to return.

“So I imagine you have questions,” Tom looked at everyone expectantly.

“Yeah uh...how many of these have you done?” Dr. Bailey pointed her finger at Tom.

   Tom shook his head slightly, “So...so many.”

“What’s the recovery time?” Richard added.

   You tried to listen. You tried to pay attention, stay engaged, but your mind just kept wandering, going through each of the possible scenarios. 

“See you at the afterparty,” Tom was saying when you zoned back in and without another word he walked out of the room.

“He’s arrogant and a showboat so DeLuca, make sure you ask him questions during surgery,” Amelia ordered, “Make him show off.”

   DeLuca nodded in response and you knew that he would do that.

“And if I make it through,” Amelia started to say but Owen cut her off.

“When you make it through,” He corrected.

“Early ambulation protocol,” DeLuca finished and Amelia thanked him.

   Amelia then turned to Meredith, “Meredith...if I die.”

“You are not going to die,” Meredith said.

“But if I do,” Amelia went on, “You call my mom...I’m sorry but she likes you.”

“True that,” You snorted, knowing fully that Amelia was very correct on that.

   Amelia then looked over at Maggie, “And you...take my room! I totally scammed you on that.”

“Don’t be ridiculous-” Maggie started to say but Alex cut in.

“She’s right on that, it’s way better,” Alex mumbled to Maggie.

“If I’m gorked after this,” Amelia took a deep breath, “Unplug me. Don’t think about it. Go on with your lives. If I need unplugging, April has been named my power of attorney.”

   At those words, everyone, including you, slowly looked over at April who had a very awkward expression on her face.

“What...was I supposed to say no?”

“I uh...I don’t know what’s me and what’s tumor talking,” Amelia looked you straight in the eyes before continuing, “But uh...in this moment, I love you people tremendously.”

~~~

   You were sitting in between Meredith and Maggie, watching through the gallery at the scene below. Amelia standing...leading the superhero pose.

   You watched as Amelia got onto the table and as she was preparing to lay down, she gave you a wave.

   Forcing a smile, you waved back.

~~~

   The entire time Amelia was in surgery, it felt like you were underwater. Not drowning, but just underwater. The sounds around you were fuzzy and even though you could see perfectly well, your eyes stung as if salt was irritating them. You were subconsciously holding your breath too, breathing only when Maggie or Meredith reminded you to.

   When the surgery ended, you were slightly relieved but now you were tasked with one of the hardest things.

Waiting.

   You refused to leave Amelia’s side, even though she was still unconscious. Meredith and Maggie tried to get you to leave for food, but you brushed them off, only leaving to use the bathroom.

   You talked a lot to Amelia while you waited for her to wake up, knowing that she couldn’t hear you. It brought you some sort of comfort though, speaking to her as if she were awake.

“I know you’d tell me that I’m being stupid,” You laughed, holding Amelia’s hand in yours, watching her face carefully for any signs that she might be waking up.

   You smiled painfully, “But I can’t leave you Amy...not after what happened with Derek. You can’t leave me...because I really need you Amy. Even though I’ve been annoying and you’ve been a pain in my ass at times, I love you so much more than I’ve ever told you.”

   You reached your hand out and gently stroked your sister’s face.

“Please Amy...” You swallowed hard, “Please don’t leave me.”

~~~

   Needless to say, when Amy woke up speaking French, you thought you were going to have a heart attack. When Meredith explained what was going on though...you quickly understood and calmed down.

A little bit.

   It was hard watching Amelia be in pain while she recovered from brain surgery but you always put on a brave face and made sure to be there beside her every step of the way.

   It took a while, and since you were with Amelia every day it was hard to see the tiny steps of progress, but you did. It felt like forever, but you knew it wasn’t, before Amelia was finally allowed to be discharged and head home.

“I’ll put the bags in the car first,” Owen said and looked over at you

   You smiled and Owen gave you a knowing look before walking out of the room, a few bags in his hand.

“You look like crap,” Amelia joked as you rubbed your bloodshot eyes.

“Right back at you,” You mumbled back but Amelia could tell it didn’t have your usual spunk.

“What’s wrong?” Amelia asked, clearly concerned.

   You shook your head, “It’s stupid...”

“Oh come on Y/N,” Amelia said, “It’s me, you know you can tell me anything.”

   You sighed and shook your head again but you didn’t stay quiet this time and told Amelia what was bothering you.

“It’s just...especially after Derek,” You felt yourself start to choke up and quickly swallowed hard, “I couldn’t lose you. I was so scared I would lose you too Amelia.”

   Amelia’s gaze softened as she realized what you meant.

“Come here...” Amelia whispered and opened her arms so that you could lean into her embrace, “It’s okay...I’m okay now. You’re not going to lose me.”

   You nodded and closed your eyes, “I know...but it was just hard...”

“I don’t even know how hard that must have been for you,” Amelia said and you felt her sigh, “But you know...you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

   You couldn’t help but shake your head at your sister’s attempts of trying to make a joke.

“I know, you’re like a barnacle,” You went along with Amelia’s attempts.

“Seriously though,” Amelia whispered, “I’m always going to be with you no matter what.”

   You nodded, “I know...I love you Amelia.”

“Love you too.”

#grey's anatomy imagines #grey's anatomy imagine #grey's anatomy x reader #greys anatomy imagines #greys anatomy imagine #greys anatomy x reader #amelia shepherd #amelia shepherd x reader #amelia shepherd imagine #amelia shepherd imagines

[mad-madam-m]

Oh hey did you guys miss me rambling incoherently and ridiculously in-depth about TV shows? Because guess what I’m getting back on my bullshit again, this time with Gargoyles and this frigging episode holy shit.

(Under a cut because this got. uh. Long.)

This episode, The Price, centers pretty much entirely around Xanatos and Hudson, whom Xanatos has kidnapped in order to test the Cauldron of Life. This is really the first time in the series that we see Xanatos’s big goal: he wants to live forever, and he’s investing a lot of his considerable power and wealth in finding a way to do that.

He’s chosen Hudson as a guinea pig in particular for a number of reasons: Hudson is the oldest of the gargoyles, he mostly spends his time watching TV, and he’s not as strong of a fighter as the others. From Xanatos’s perspective, if using the cauldron goes according to plan, then he’ll have given Hudson a new lease on life. If it doesn’t, then eh, crappy result, but he really hasn’t deprived the gargoyle clan of anything. All the younger, stronger fighters are still there.

Xanatos is just old enough (40 during this episode, IIRC) that he’s very aware of his mortality, and he Does Not Like that. He’s got too many plans, and dying anytime ever sure as hell isn’t one of them. He assumes Hudson, being even older, feels similarly.

Now typically, Xanatos is pretty good at reading people. But he’s made a couple of assumptions about Hudson in particular that come back to really bite him in the ass, and assuming Hudson feels the way he does about mortality is probably the least of them.

Even discounting the thousand-year sleep, Hudson is still well over 100 at this point. He’s seen a lot, and he’s seen how long lives and immortality have affected others (notably Demona and Macbeth). Living forever holds no appeal for him because he finds the downsides to be worse than the alternative, a viewpoint Xanatos doesn’t understand.

But perhaps more importantly, Hudson does not react to things the way that Xanatos expects him to, i.e., the way Goliath would. Yes, Hudson was the clan leader for years before Goliath took over and they have the same morals, but they’re different personalities. Hudson is much more cunning, has been around long enough to understand the shades of grey in most humans, and he is very good at using that to get under Xanatos’s skin.

The back and forth between Xanatos and Hudson is easily the best part of the episode. Sure, Hudson’s the one in the cage, but you can tell he’s found the buttons to push to throw Xanatos off his game. Xanatos spends most of the episode visibly angry, which is unusual for him, and he even deliberately picks a fight with Owen, something he literally never does.

If Hudson were more like Goliath, he would be easier to ignore or dismiss. But Hudson isn’t like Goliath. He doesn’t preach; he asks questions. And those questions are extremely bothersome to Xanatos, probably because they force him to think, and he really doesn’t like the answers.

When it’s finally time to test the Cauldron of Life, Hudson escapes Xanatos’s gargoyle robot by stabbing him in the eye with a shard of his stone skin, and then easily overwhelms Xanatos and Owen. Xanatos is very impressed, as he usually is when someone subverts or exceeds his expectations, and his expectations of Hudson were not terribly high.

And then we get to the gifset at the top of the post, where he assumes Hudson will destroy the cauldron, because that’s what Goliath would do. And really, that’s what we’d all expect: that the hero would destroy the uber-powerful magical artifact.

But Hudson doesn’t.

He puts away his sword and straight-up says he won’t destroy it. To use it or not is Xanatos’s choice, and Hudson won’t make it for him. In the same vein, Hudson’s choice is to be left the hell alone.

He won’t make choices for Xanatos, but Xanatos sure as hell better not make choices for him, either.

And once again, Xanatos is impressed. Full of surprises, indeed.

Thus Hudson leaves, but not without one last question:

Again, he never tells Xanatos what he should think or what he should do. There’s no moralizing like Goliath would’ve done.

Hudson just. Asks. Questions. Questions that need to be asked, because you need to know if you can live with the answers.

And this is how Xanatos looks after Hudson leaves:

He’s angry. Angry at himself for underestimating this gargoyle, yes, but this is more than just anger that his plan got fucked up. Xanatos is pretty much always a “glass half full” kind of person when it comes to his plans getting fucked up.

But there’s not really a silver lining here. Not only has his plan gone awry, but he’s angry that Hudson is making him think about these things. What happens if he succeeds? What will his legacy be? What is he leaving behind? He’s considered the cost of mortality and deemed it too high a price to pay, but I don’t think at this point he’s really, truly considered what all the reverse would entail.

And he kind of hates that Hudson, of all the damn people in the world, is making him think about it.

But angry as he is, Xanatos still isn’t a sore loser:

He recognizes when he’s been bested. Sure, Xanatos could have him recaptured and keep his guinea pig, but that’s not really the way he works. He underestimated Hudson, and he’s got to deal with the consequences of that.

However, the other thing about Xanatos is that he rarely makes the same mistake twice. And he’ll certainly not make the mistake of underestimating Hudson again.

#Gargoyles #David Xanatos #Hudson #s2e15 #The Price #M rambles #M makes gifs #M writes meta #M watches Gargoyles #when I was at the beginning of this episode #painted said to me that Hudson was the best gargoyle to go up against Xanatos #and at the time I wasn't sure what she meant #but now #now I know #and now YOU know #good lord I hope there's more of them interacting later in the series