Summary: After being rejected by her childhood crush, Steve Harrington, the reader looks for comfort in Billy Hargrove.
It had been two months since Nancy and Steve broke up. And only a month since he stopped coming over to my house a couple times a week sobbing about her. Nancy… it was a shitty breakup. She led him on, told him she loved him, and then cheated on him. He was busted up, he was arranging his future around staying with her.
I always had feelings for Steve. The two of us grew up together, he was the neighbor across the street from me. He was my first kiss… when we were six years old. He lost his favorite tonka truck and when I found it for him, he planted a big ol’ kiss right on my lips.
We were attached at the hip throughout middle school, always doing our homework together, going to each other’s games and recitals. He and Nancy broke up, and I determined it was time to make my move.
bts scenario: they take an argument too far (part 1)
-possible trigger if you’re sensitive to arguments.
‘God grow up! I didn’t sign up for dating an immature person Y/N! I wonder why I even put up with you half the god damn time!’
It had seemed as if time had stopped, you knew you could act childish sometimes, it’s just who you were. But more importantly, Jin knew how sensitive you were about it, purely because he was more mature, and he knew you always tried to be better for him, and behave in a certain way, despite it going against your personality.
‘You’re.. you’re right, I need to go. Goodbye Seokjin.’
Jin hearing you use his name formally like that, broke his heart. Before he could say anything else, or take back what he had said, for he knew he didnt mean it. It was too late, the door had already been slammed shut behind you, as you paced off into the night.
‘Just leave me alone Y/N!, God you’re so clingy, its pathetic! Just. go. away!’
The deathly silence that followed the venomous words, spoke volumes. You and Yoongi just stared at one another, whilst a single tear roled down your rosy cheek. You knew Yoongi spoke out of anger, especially when stressed, but he was always careful to never take it too far, evidently, not careful enough though.
‘Save it Yoongi, you’re right, I’ll give you all the space you need. Clearly I’m more in this than you are, it’s not fair. We’re done. I’m sorry.’
At that moment, all the wind left Yoongi’s chest, how quickly things could change in a matter of minutes. He watched in silence as you slowly left his dorm. Silently wishing you would come back to him. Only realising how important you were too him, as he already lost you.
‘Seriously do you have to been so stupid sometimes! It’s simple instructions Y/N! i told you not to disturb me, and you never listen! Christ just get out of the way.’
You stared at Namjoon in shock, he had never spoken to you in such a way before, you had just come to the studio to drop of some dinner for him, worried he would be hungry. Your entire body ached at the hands of his words. So much so that you silently placed the food on the table, and turned to leave.
‘Y’know Joonie, I only care about you. It’s a shame I can’t say the same for you, have a pleasent evening. Don’t bother looking for me.’
You whispered, before casually closing the door, and walking away without turning back, leaving a hurt Namjoon, stood in his place, already regretting the harsh words he spoke.
‘Do you know how embarrising that was Y/N? Do you always have to be so careless? Can’t you do anything right?!’
Hoseok blindly shouted the words, completley oblivious to the glassy look in your eyes. He knew that you always put yourself down on your behaviour, you weren’t the best at etiquette, and during a meal you had spilt your glass of red wine all over the tablecloth. Hoseok was already having a bad day, and seeing this had sent him over the edge. Shouting the first things that came to his mind, with no regard to how effected you were. He continued shouting untill he heard a quiet sob, immediatley turning in your direction and trying to console you.
‘Don’t Hobi, I just… I need to go, I’m sorry I’m useless, you deserve better, goodbye.’
You spoke in hushed tones before walking away from him into the stormy night, before he could even mutter a quick word to you. The last words you spoke devestated him, and he already knew he needed to make it up to you. He just didn’t know how.
‘Stop treating me like a little kid Y/N! I don’t need you, okay? I’m perfectly fine on my own! I can handle myself!’
Jimin rambled in annoyance as he walked quickly beside you, you had only mentioned that he should have brought a coat with him, as now he was freezing cold. You were most certainly not expecting the harsh tone of his words, nor were you expecting them to have such a gut-wrenching effect on you. You stopped walking, and just stared at Jimin, who hadn’t even noticed you stop, before silently turning a corner, leaving Jimin by himself, potentially for good.
‘So what if I stayed late at the dorms to play overwatch! You’re so god damn needy, all the time, give me a break for crying out loud! You can be so annoying!’
At that moment, you couldn’t hold back, not only had Tae forgotton you’re date, but he had also forgotton it was your anniversary. Normally, you wouldn’t have minded as much, you try to be understanding. But he had taken this one too far.
‘Y’know what Tae? I’m done with this, I can’t do this anymore, it’s gone too far, I was only bothered because its our anniversary today, but now i know how you really feel about me. Don’t worry about the neediness anymore, I’m gone. Good riddance.’
You exclaimed before storming out, refusing to let Taehyung see the tears streaming down your face. Not realising that Tae was in the exact same position, not seeing - until now - how bad of a boyfriend he had been recently, leaving him completley devastated in the process.
‘Don’t you get it Y/N? I don’t need your help! I’ve never needed it! If you want to be useful then get out! You’re just making me angrier and I can’t put up with it anymore! Just leave!’
All you whimpered was a simple ‘okay.’ Before quickly packing up your things and leaving in a silent rush, totally forgetting you had left behind your exam results, which you had wanted to share with your boyfriend, but he clearly had other ideas.
By the time he had noticed the 100% on your exam results, you had gone, setting Jungkook into a blind panic, worried that you wouldn’t want to come back to him, instantly he ran out into the rain, only to arrive to an empty apartment. The only thought he could process, was how worried he was. Thinking that he had lost you for good.
could you maybe write something with deaf Derek? like maybe he is used to people trying to communicate by writing on paper or texting but then Stiles comes along and learns sign language so he can ask Derek out!!!!! and like he learns enough to converse and Derek is just !!!!!!!! I just need pining Stiles and soft Derek <3
Thank you for the prompt, I hope you like this little fic! (On AO3)
Stiles takes a deep breath. He’s been working on this for weeks, he’s got this.
He walks up to Derek’s table and stands in front of him,
hoping to catch his attention. Derek’s already done eating, and has just
started looking through his class notes, so Stiles doesn’t feel too bad about
When Derek glances up, Stiles points to the chair across
from him questioningly. Derek gives him a little smile, nodding.
He takes the seat, then signs Hi, I’m Stiles, making sure to mouth the letters as he spells out
Bucky thought he had seen all of the evil the world had to offer after the time he spent in captivity. Nothing, he thought, could compare to Hydra.
He was wrong.
Evil was everywhere. It was broadcast on the news throughout the course of the day. It was described online in horrific detail. It was talked about at water coolers, interspersed between tidbits of celebrity news and gossip. It was also hidden behind the scenes, in the hands of those who took advantage of their positions of power.
Keith feels his entire world crash and burn around him, then immediately build itself back up, good as new. “No way,” he whispers. His heart rabbits desperately, hopefully, clinging to a realization that has snapped into place in his mind. His head pounds with this realization, this discovery, and Keith knows that everything is about to change.
After two years of fighting an intergalactic battle alongside the Blade of Marmora, Keith finds himself back in the Castle of Lions-but nothing is the same anymore, and the war-torn soldier is not prepared for anything that he finds in the place he called ‘home’.
Keith’s hands haven’t stopped shaking. Shiro already lost his arm in that war, and likely most of his sanity, but Keith hasn’t been able to visit him yet. He’s back home in the states though, and that’s all that matters in the end. At least, that is what Keith’s foster mom tries to tell him whenever he asks to visit Shiro in the military hospital three thousand miles away from where they live.
It’s 1966 when Keith meets the boy with dark skin and blue eyes and freckled cheeks.
This laughter, here and now, is hushed, and soft as rain, and Lance can feel it against his face, in warm puffs of air. It’s a laugh reminiscent of a furtive secret, like something only Lance is allowed to see. He watches it run its course in the near-pitch black of the observatory, with starlight gleaming weakly against Keith’s pale face, and that’s right about when Lance’s heart gives a few foreboding throbs, heavy on the bass, as if to say, they’re here (they being romantic feelings for Keith Kogane, Lance’s former mortal enemy and current friend).
Oh, he thinks to himself, with sudden and startling clarity. I’m Fucked, capital F.
“The most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen.” A faint pink hue settles over his cheeks, but he doesn’t look away from ocean blue. “Hunk is definitely a majestic piece of art that deserves to be in all the museums, but to me, it’s… it’s you.”
It figures that after years of getting it hilariously wrong face-to-face, Lance finally gets good at talking to Keith through a screen, which is, like, one of his biggest accomplishments. Then, Pidge makes the comment that Keith has a type, while heavily implying that it’s Matt.
But, listen, with everything going on with Voltron, the coalition, the Blade of Marmora, and Coran, Lance isn’t going to get distracted worrying about it. Ask anyone, he’s always been great with measuring levels of importance…
“Why did you—why did you do that?” Keith asked, looking at him with different emotions in his violet eyes - confusion prevailing among them - a soft blush on his cheeks, and his lips slightly red and swollen. “Before. In the class of the Ancestral Magicians. That.”
Lance carefully lowered the book he was reading, sitting up slowly on the windowsill. He blinked a little nervous, not understanding what the hell Keith was talking about.
“Um, huh? What?”
“Now don’t play the fool, McClain. That. That damn kiss.”
Or, in which Lance conjures a clone of him to go to the boring class of Ancestral Magicians in his place, and things with his crush take an unexpected turn.
Really it was an easy decision for him. Lance loved his family more than anything, and he would do anything to lessen the burden for them. He dropped his classes, and decided once his younger siblings were old enough to take care of themselves he could go back to school. Sure, in a way he was putting his own life on hold, but again, it was an easy decision for him to make. He just…didn’t share that decision with anyone. Not his parents, his sister, not even his boyfriend back at school. For all Keith knew, this was temporary, and he would be back next semester.
All that Lance wants is to make everyone happy and he’s trying really hard please love this boy, Keith.
some random thoughts/meta after watching Ragnarok (a good ass film™️)
- After watching Ragnarok, I was struck by how similar in appearance Loki is to Hela. Same slim face and build, same pale skin, and even the same black hair. They both prefer blades to fight with and magic to communicate with. Hell, their wardrobe color schemes even match. This raised some questions for me when I was watching the film; why this deliberate choice, and how much does Loki’s appearance have an effect on how Odin treats him, in this film and others? Thor is Hela’s sister, yet we’ve seen that Odin treats Thor very, very differently to Hela and later Loki. Does Loki with his black hair and magic just remind Odin too much of his own shitty decisions? It would explain a lot about why he acts like such a dick to Loki, even when Loki was a child and not killing anyone (as far as we know haha, that kid coulda done anything)
- But there’s gotta be more to it than that. The similarities in appearance may well be Taika’s nod to the original Norse myths, but it occurred to me that it’s way too obvious a similarity, and could be pointing to something a little more complex. In the original myths, Hela is actually Loki’s daughter. Coincidence? I think not! Add this to the fact that in the mythology Loki also has a son, a gigantic wolf called Fenrir, who we also see in Ragnarok, I think there’s plenty of evidence pointing to the fact that Loki has some greater importance and connection to Asgard, running deeper than him simply being a Jotun war prize. For me it’s just too much of a coincidence that Hela and Loki are a) strongly connected in the source material b) have strongly similar appearances, fighting styles and love for chaos (to a certain extent, their characters are similar) and c) are both ‘children’ of Odin. On one of Loki’s bad days, you could call them twins. Why though? It’s been reeeeally bugging me, but I just can’t work out a direct connection, or reason as to why Hela’s character had to be built to resemble Loki.
- One answer to this is a theory I read that Loki is in fact Hela’s son. (Yeah, I know, that sounds deranged when you think about it.) The timelines align such that Hela could very easily have invaded Jotunheim with Odin before Loki’s birth. There she could have had, through some means or other, a child with Laufey, and then later abandoned it due to ‘weakness’. So… a hybrid. Loki even has black hair when he’s in his Jotun form, and that’s really fucking unusual - no other frost giant is even similar - he LOOKS like a hybrid of Hela and Laufey. Although there’s a few things off about this theory, and the MCU will probably never confirm or go into enough detail about it, AND it also makes Loki Thor’s nephew (!!!wtf!) AND Odin would have also have to have known about it the whole time (albeit explaining his behaviour), it does give reason and a cause to the weird connection and similarities between the two.
- Loki and the Tesseract. Ooooooooohhh my god. So we basically KNOW that he has it, as although we don’t see him take it in Ragnarok, it’s strongly implied, and he also is literally holding it in the leaked trailer for Infinity War. (I appreciate that some ppl don’t want to watch the leaked trailer, but it confirms he has it) Why is this important? The Tesseract is an Infinity Stone. It has power Loki knows how to use, and he’s one of the few that do. What’s Infinity War about? Infinity Stones, and Thanos. The same Thanos who’s on the hunt for Loki AND the Tesseract. I honestly don’t think Loki’s taken it for some world domination shit this time round, I think he’s taken it for power and leverage. He’s acting intelligently and planning far ahead. This is given extra gravity when you remember that Loki is the only one in the Infinity War lineup who has met and knows Thanos, and that honestly did not go well for Loki at all.
- (On a side note, I just want to talk about Loki and Thanos; it’s been theorised/discussed for ages that Thanos met Loki in the void after his fall from Asgard in Thor 1, and gave him a deal: the mission of capturing Earth, finding the Tesseract, and the tools to do so. Now, Loki’s not really one to make deals unless he can subvert them, and so the whole way through Avengers his motives for attack to me seemed uncharacteristically illogical, although I can understand his primal emotional reasons for wanting to rule. But we also saw him looking very, very ill at the beginning of that film and in the Thor 1 credits scene, and being in obvious pain - he looked like a damn meth addict. Some fans have also noted that his eyes look blue during some scenes in Avengers, like he’s being mind controlled. I completely agree with this theory: that Thanos, recognising Loki’s power, tortured him, (with heat and fire, because how else do you torture a Jotun? It explains his appearance and injuries) and mind controlled him to enact the events of Avengers. And everything that happens thereafter in the MCU makes soooo much more sense when you think about it from the torture perspective. It explains a lot about the ‘big picture’ behind all of Loki’s decisions since. He has angered the most powerful man in the universe twice: failing in giving Thanos the Tesseract, AND remaining alive.
- Which brings me back to my point - Loki is the only one who has any possible comprehension of what’s coming, so taking the Tesseract easily interprets as him acting impulsively for reasons of his own safety, and possibly the safety of those around him (he takes it after his ‘redemption’ arc). I think he still has some kind of connection or knowledge of Thanos’ presence, maybe from torture, and he can sense when shit is about to go down - and we see the beginning of it going down at the end of Ragnarok. He’s also keeping his possession of it a secret, and for obvious reasons. Knowing he’d just taken the same item that he screwed everything up for last time would completely ruin his new trust-bond ‘redemption’ arc with Thor (I kinda hate using the word redemption tho - it’s obvious from Dark World that that’s not what Loki wants or really cares about) so, he’s going to use it in some kind of bamboozle, dodgy deal, Loki-esque interaction in the future .
- I really really reeaallllyy hope they don’t just turn Loki ‘back’ into a villain in IW. It would be an insult his character and the character work Taika’s done in Ragnarok. At this point it’s weak, cheap and easy character development and a trope that’s extremely overplayed. However, HOWEVER. It would equally break my heart to see him fall completely into the other side - the role of martyrdom, righteousness and self-sacrifice in IW. We already have dozens of characters who do that, and what makes Loki more loved than all of them is that he can do both - when and how he acts is fascinating to watch. He’s every inch a chaotic neutral, and I hope so much that Marvel keeps it like that. He survives because he has no morals, likes to play both sides and he’s smart about it. It makes him compelling, godamnit.
- With Tom’s movie contract and the amount of times they’ve ‘killed’ him off already, it’s looking likely he’ll survive Infinity War. (Not looking so good for Thor though 😭IW is seriously gonna kill me too)
- Some more mythology stuff… Although in the MCU Loki’s plot usefulness is as more of a ‘bad guy’ and not he’s not a central enough character to justify such an in depth plotline, there are plenty more things the myths can give him. For example, his own honest relationships, outside of Asgard’s influence. Loki has most likely experienced a much wider range of people, creatures and places in the universe than average. He’s got lots of little secrets tucked away. For example, in mythology he has another son, called Jormungand, a giant serpent. Not likely J will ever make it to the screen though, sadly. I think that the serpent shapeshifting story in Ragnarok was perhaps a nod to that. So was Odin’s 6-legged horse Sleipnir, another of Loki’s sons.
Secondly, and of greater interest to me: in the myths, Loki has a wife called Sigyn, the goddess of intelligence. (I love her already…) with whom he has these strange animalistic (likely shapeshifting) children. Now, I know IW is really too late along his storyline to be introducing someone like Sigyn, let alone as a love interest, but god damn would it be awesome if they did. Maybe it’s just me, but I think it would be truly satisfying and also extremely entertaining to see Loki get himself a girl. Superhero movies are so often plagued by the oppressive American binary of good and evil, wherein the good guy always gets the girl, and the villain is always miserable. Seeing Loki, (a character who we know consciously does bad things and fits very well the evil stereotype, but does good things as well, and plays both sides entirely to his own benefit) get the typical stamp of a good guy would make for a more interesting, rule-breaking plot. Please, MCU, don’t let Loki fall into this binary! Let him be both! It’s what made him so extremely damn popular! that and the fact that he’s smart and funny and Tom is extremely fucking hot lol
- I also really wanna see a bit more of his magical abilities - in his villain role so far we’ve been shown he’s smarter than half the MCU, extremely skilled in in magic and combat with knives, he can teleport, he can create illusions, he can fuck with people’s heads and more. His Valkyrie knife standoff scene was interesting in Ragnarok - I’m 100% sure he deliberately lost to Valkyrie to gain access to her memories- but Thor mentioned something way more interesting: Loki is a shapeshifter. And a really good one; he’s basically in a constant shift from Jotun to Asgardian. But to animals? That’s really fucking cool, and the snake story shows how easily he can hide in plain sight. (Y’all can get the cat!Loki y’all have always wanted.) Idk I just really wanna see more of what he can do. I think further abilities/aspects of his fighting style and personality will be revealed in future though, because having the Tesseract and knowing Thanos makes him into a major plot point for IW.
- lastly can I just say I’m really digging the 80s/rock soundtrack aesthetic Marvel is pushing for
- and the c i n e m a t o g r a p h y!! Got damn.
- just protect him please for the love of all that is holy.
- That is all. Thanks for reading my ramblings. Xxxx.
◇ warnings: cursing, my first time posting on tumblr, generally horrible writing
“That’s not what I meant, Pea.”
My parents would have a heart attack if I brought you home. Simply a passing comment, maybe less light-hearted than intended, but it had a bad reaction all the same.
“Of course it’s not you meant,” he scoffed sarcastically, leaning back in his chair. He let out a humourless laugh, brushing a hand through his hair. “Of course it’s not. You North Siders have a strange sense of humour, huh, baby?"
"Don’t turn it into that.” Your eyes narrowed. “Don’t you dare do that.”
“Do what?” He was testing your patience now. He leaned forward, across the rickety table that held your school books. His jaw clenched, eyes hard and body stiff. “Say what you’re thinking? ‘Cause I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking—"
“—'Shit, Pea’s figured it out. He knows I’m not joking. He knows I’ll never be able to let him meet my parents because what kind of North Sider wants their daughter to bring home a Serpent?’”
“Shut up!” You slammed the book in your hand down to the table, breathing heavily as though you had run a mile. If Pea wasn’t so angry he would’ve seen the tears brewing in your eyes, but that wasn’t the case. “What’s gotten into you? You - you—"
"I what?” He growled. “I’m dangerous? I get too angry too quickly? Sorry to tell you, sugar, but that’s who I am, and that’s what you signed up for when you became my girl. None of them North Sider boys could have prepared you.”
You stared at him for a few seconds.
“I’m not your girl,” you muttered spitefully to yourself, furiously blinking as you piled your books on top of each other. Sweet Pea’s brow raised. “Not anymore.”
"Yeah,” you finished. He barely moved as you whipped away whatever tears had escaped and stood tall, your increasing anger only giving you more confidence. “Yeah. I’m not your girl, not anymore, so screw you, Sweet Pea.”
Sweet Pea’s lip curled — somewhere in the back of his mind reminded him that he would regret this dearly, but he was clouded by his anger and pride. “You think I care? Leave, then."
You sniffled, shouldering your back pack. You didn’t dare meet his eyes, not while your tears flowed down your face and your heart pounded with the reality of what was happening — and then, without a second thought, you stormed out. He heard you apologising distantly to the librarian as you left.
A strangled grunt echoed through the corner he sat in, his hair pulled taut between his fingers. He had done it again — he had let his anger get the best of him with the one person who mattered the most to him. With furrowed brows and gritted teeth, he pulled his South Side Serpent’s jacket from his chair and slung it onto his body before leaving in as much of a rush as you did.
In all honesty, Sweet Pea knew that you were both doomed to fail from the very beginning. He wouldn’t be surprised if you knew, too. A South Side Serpent and a North Sider? Hell, he had no idea what he was thinking. He hated North Siders — hated their uppity attitudes, their fancy houses, the way they turned their noses up at those who lived on the other side of the tracks. But he didn’t hate you. No, he couldn’t.
You weren’t like the other North Siders. You didn’t look down on him, you didn’t pity him… you supported him. You understood when he told you about the struggle he had faced (and still faced) as a South Sider. You were his little slice of paradise, and he had let you slip between his fingers.
It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t mean what you said, and even if you did, could he blame you? No North Sider wanted their baby girl bringing home a Serpent. Hell, a lot of South Siders didn’t want it either. Maybe it was that truth that got to him, that made him lose his temper. What he wanted for you and what he would get were two different things and even though he knew you could never have a perfect life he didn’t like to be reminded. Fuck, he needed to talk to you.
“Sweet Pea!” A voice calls.
He looks up, plucking the cigarette from his mouth in the process. In the orange glow of streetlights, he could see Fangs and a few other Serpents looking at him — expectant, mischievous, and no doubt looking to him for trouble. “What?"
"We’re gonna hit up the quarry,” one says, already beginning to climb onto his motorcycle. The bar’s become lukewarm, then, and it’s time for them to move on to the next hot spot of the night. “You’re coming with, right?”
It’s phrased as a question but nobody expects him to answer because they all expect him to say the same thing: yes.
Everybody freezes for a second. Fangs looks over his shoulder, face the epitome of disbelief. “You’re not coming? Why?"
"No, I got shit to do,” Sweet Pea said, eyes narrowing. He didn’t like when people questioned what he said. “Do I have to say it again, dim wit?”
“Alright.” Fangs shrugged, holding his hands up in surrender. Sweet Pea rolled his eyes, climbing onto his own bike, just as the others did, before he made up his mind and confirmed what he was about to do.
In your relationship, Sweet Pea tended to be the less emotional one. You couldn’t help it — you cried at everything, be it movies, stubbing your toe, getting too scared… Arguments were the common cause of it, though, which explains just why you were in the position you were in now; eyes bloodshot and tired, passed 1 AM and still awake, playing sad songs on the radio. Part of you thought about what Sweet Pea was doing — whether he was having as hard a time as you were, whether your fight even had an effect on him. The other part of you chastised yourself for even thinking about him.
God, could you ever stop thinking about him? About his stupid hair or his eyes or the way he smelled or how warm his jacket was when he put it around your shoulders. Stupid mundane things that shouldn’t make your heart lurch but did anyway because you loved him and now everything was horrible because of a misunderstanding on both of your parts.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
At first you think that the tapping at your window is just a distance sound — a tree, or a neighbourhood dog, or something other than what it actually is. A few minutes pass, though, and as your annoyance builds and your tiredness decreases, you realise that it’s coming from your window — and like the idiotic protagonist of a 60s Slasher movie, you go closer to investigate.
“P-Pea?” You stuttered in confusion. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him, standing beneath your window just like he always did when you would sneak him in. “What are you doing here?"
"We need to talk,” he called up. He glanced around at the surrounding houses uncomfortably, before readjusting his jacket. “It’s cold as fuck out here, can I come in?"
"You know the way.” You gestured to the tree outside your window invitingly, before opening your window wider and stepping back. As soon as you were out if sight you were a flustered mess, checking your hair and trying to make your eyes less red. By time he clambered through your window you had made your bed and tidied yourself up. Feeling much too awkward in your own room, you lingered by your bed while Sweet Pea climbed in.
Minutes passed in heavy, awkward silence. You fiddled with your hands, occasionally glancing up at his face, only to avert your eyes when you saw he was already looking at you. Memories of your fight clouded your mind but every time you opened your mouth to speak no words came out. Thus, you were left in silence. That was, until—
“I knew you didn’t mean what you said.”
You looked to him in confusion.
“I knew that you didn’t mean it,” he sighed, shrugging, “but I still got angry because I knew that it was true—”
“I don’t want you to sugar coat it,” he interrupted. He pushed off from your desk, making his way to where you stood. “We both know it’s true. I didn’t want to be reminded of what we can’t have because the truth is that I want everything for us. You deserve that — me? Not so much. I’m an asshole.”
“I know,” you breathed. “My asshole, but an asshole nonetheless.”
“And I don’t know how to…” He made a twisted face— “…Express what I’m feeling properly, so don’t kill me. Even talking about it now is hard—”
“I appreciate what you’re doing, Pea,” you whispered, smiling gratefully as you placed your hands on his shoulders. “Thank you.”
“Anything for my girl.” His smirk returned, only growing wider as he dipped his head and let your lips brush. And there he was again: your confident, cocky, asshole of a boyfriend — but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
If you're still doing Voltron fics, could you do one with a Winged AU where Lance hides his wings because they're different, pretty, but different, and when something goes wrong on a mission he uses them to save everyone with some really cool unique power he has? I mean, if you want to. I really love your work and wanted to know.
This took me like three days to do because I couldn’t stop colouring wings for them. Anyways, I hope you guys like this.
Lance watched his teammate’s fly around the nest he was laying in. They set up the nest in the hanger’s rafters so they could easily go up there after missions and still have plenty of room to fly around when they were traveling through space. He found it funny; when he first met each of them in the Garrison he was puzzled by their wings but now that they were in space, it all made sense. Shiro soared above him, his black and white speckled wings stretched out to either side of him. Unlike usual, he looked completely relaxed as the air blew through his fringe.
He dodged neatly to the side when Keith shot up from underneath him, trying to knock him off course. They laughed and circled each other in mock fight formation. The red, yellow, and orange wing beat wildly trying to make up for the sheer size that Shiro’s wings had over his own. He laid his head on his arms to look over the side of the nest when they fell into a nosedive towards the floor.
Hunk and Pidge both shriek and dove out of the way, Hunk’s chocolate brown and golden wing instinctually covered Pidge even though they were already standing on the ground. She huffed and pushed the limb off as Hunk gave sheepish apologies. She only gave him a fond grin but looked up at Shiro and Keith with an annoyed glare, which they didn’t notice as they were still chasing each other around the hanger. Her emerald green wings snapped up and she gave chase, surprising the two at her speed. Hunk laughed and gave a powerful beat and was gliding alongside the others. Lance looked on with a smile, he loved seeing his friends fly. They were able to forget about where they were and what they were meant to do and just became kids again.
‘Maybe it’s time to tell them the truth,’ Lance thought with a small frown. It had been months since they came to the Castle and they had undoubtedly bonded as not only a team but closer to a family. He heard the sound of soft flapping and looked behind him to see his team with ruffled feathers and carefree smiles on their faces.
‘No time like the present, I guess,’ he turned to them with a smile.
“How come you didn’t join us?” Shiro asked curiously trying to stroke his feathers into place. Lance looked down with a nervous gulp and started wringing his hands together.
“I was actually thinking of that right now,” he said. Looking up he saw that he had every paladin’s attention. He pressed his hands together to try and stop them from trembling.
“What is it?” Hunk asked. His forehead was creased in worry as he looked at his best friend. Not even he had seen Lance’s wings and he had known him the longest out of everyone. Not by much, they met the first year of the Garrison but still.
“I-um,” he mumbled trying to work up the courage. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard, he trusted them and he wanted them to know.
“It’s okay Lance, we’ll understand,” Shiro said encouragingly with a small grin on his face.
“I- I’m wingless,” he finally blurted out.
‘Shit,’ he thought. He cautiously looked up at his teammates and almost cringed at the pity that was plan on their faces. They all rushed forward, engulfing him in a hug and began chirping and cooing at him in comfort. He sighed into the group and after a while ducked down out of it. Although being wingless wasn’t uncommon, they still felt guilty that they had been flying around carelessly while he was grounded.
“Lance… I am so sorry,” Shiro said after a moment of silence. The others nodded in agreement looking heartbroken at Lance. He gave them a single shrug and slightly turned away from them.
“It’s alright I guess, I’ve lived with it my entire life,” he stated softly. He walked to the edge of the nest and made to get out.
“Where are you going?” Keith asked. Lance turned to them and gestured to the door at ground floor.
“I’m pretty beat, I’m going to crash for the night,” he replied with a shrug.
“You could sleep up here,” Pidge suggested looking at the rest of the team. They nodded and looked at Lance with hope. He bit his lip and looked away.
“I would but I, uh, have to shower and do a face mask and stuff still,” Lance replied shooting finger guns at them to their disappointment. He felt guilty as their wings drooped slightly.
“Maybe if I’m not too tired I’ll come back after I’m done,” he sighed. They immediately perked up again with a smile. He headed for the ladder attached to the beam and shrieked in surprise when arms lifted him up and began descending to the ground. He glanced up and saw Shiro grinning down at him. He gently placed him on the ground and ruffled his hair.
“I hope I see you later,” he said before taking off again back up to the nest. He nodded even though he knew that Shiro couldn’t see him and trudged out of the hanger.
“What the hell is wrong with me?” Lance growled at himself as he turned the water in the shower on. He paced in front of the mirror and wrung his hands together in agitation.
“Wingless?! Really?” He groaned dragging his hands down his face. He faced the shower and grasped the hem of his shirt and carefully peeled it over his head. He carefully unwrapped the bandages wrapped around his torso and let the cloth slide down his feathers. He sighed and ran his fingers through the dull blue feathers and looked in the mirror. He winced as the ache in his joints when he lifted and flexed the four wings on his back.
As far as he knew he was only the third person to ever have four wings. The first he came to find, told the world of his condition believing himself to be descended from a god. Ultimately he was captured by the government and experimented on to find out more about his mutation. The second was a newborn girl who was taken away from her mother the minute she was born.
She didn’t make it to her second birthday.
The government dubbed anyone with four wings as a rowan.They found that that the wings were far more durable than normal wings almost as strong as a military grade armour. When they seemed threatened they turned into sharp and hardened like steel, it rendered them incapable of flight but the feathers were razor sharp. This is what made the government so wary of rowans. That and the fact that the first subject immediately attacked them after he transformed his wings this way. However, it was after months and months of merciless experimentation.
Lance was lucky and blessed to have been born to a very large and loyal family. He had his mother and registered midwife of an Aunt to thank for being born in the family home instead of in the hospital. He was registered as being wingless from the moment he was born and grew up being carefully monitored and maintained his whole life. Not that he minded much, he knew the danger he could potentially face if he was ever found out.
They couldn’t keep him locked away for long and relented when he decided to apply to the Garrison. Thanks to his distantly related Uncle who worked as a medical examiner he was able to get in and confirmed as wingless. He may have been lying to the government but hey, they lie all the time and no one gives them shit about it.
He knew that he could potentially be in a lot of danger for doing this but it felt like something that he needed to do. Maybe one day, he would become a famous explorer and he could become an advocator for rowans, just like him. That is if there were people like him on Earth. He looked mournfully at his tangled and muted feathers and wanted nothing more to soar through the air with his new family but he wasn’t sure what they would do. They were all still members of the military and were constantly briefed on what to do if they ever encountered a rowan in the field. He missed feeling the wind in his feathers though, he hadn’t had the chance to fly since he joined the Garrison.
He sighed and climbed into the shower letting the warm water wash away his thoughts. He couldn’t exactly go back to the nest tonight and tell everyone that he wasn’t wingless but actually a rowan. It would be too much for them to process. He would just have to wait a little bit longer until he knew for sure what they thought of him. He smiled at his plan and decided that it was the best course of action for now. If only to make himself feel more comfortable with the situation. After a half hour, he got out of the shower and attempted to dry off. He shook his feathers slightly trying to rid them of water but stopped when they started to sting from overuse. He sighed and locked his door in case anyone tried to get him in the middle of the night, he would have to leave them uncovered to dry properly and wrap them again in the morning. He carefully laid on his stomach and propped his head up to look at the door. Deep down he wished one of his teammates would come and ask if he was going to join them but he knew that they would be busy enough grooming each other’s wings to worry about him.
Usually recon missions went very well for them, all things considered. When your bones were light enough to step without making noises and were able to quickly fly out of a galran’s visual range, it was quite hard to detect them. Because of this they usually didn’t have a contingency plan prepared if something went awry.
“We’re pinned, Shiro!” Keith yelled into the coms. The sound of Keith’s bayard slicing and shots from Hunk’s cannon were loud in the background.
“Everyone head to Hunk and Keith’s location if you’re able,” Shiro commanded.
“Roger,” Lance said in response, he turned from his own defeated sentries and headed towards their position. They were lucky that this particular outpost was occupied only by sentries and drones as it had been abandoned by the Galra a long time ago.
“I’m close guys,” he heard Pidge say. Looking at the schematics of the base, he could see that Shiro made it to them and Pidge was heading down the corridor to join them, making Lance the furthest away. He sighed when he noticed that they had been corralled in what looked to be a sealed storage hanger and the only exit was the way they went in. He gritted his teeth and leaned forward into a full sprint determined to help his teammates. He could hear their laboured breathing and pain grunts as they took hits from the sentries.
“There’s too many of them!” Pidge yelled out in panic. He darted around the corner clutching his bayard tightly in his hands. The minutes felt like hours as he rushed through the halls, the sound of his teams panicked yells and shouts of pain. He froze when he saw the state that his team was fighting in. It almost felt like he was watching the scene in slow motion. Pidge’s foot being grabbed as she tried in vain to fly away and being slammed into the ground. Hunk trying desperately to shoot away the sentries but being tackled mid shot. Keith swinging his sword wildly and the look of surprise when he was punched in the jaw; and Shiro, oh Shiro. He was already on the ground and was absolutely covered in them, he swung his arm taking out sentries left and right but he was still trying to drag himself over to protect the others.
It only took a split second for Lance to take all of it in and begin storming towards the opening. Without thought, he banished his bayard away from him and began running towards the entrance. There must have been almost one hundred sentries activated, maybe more but he wasn’t about to falter.
“Lance! Run!” Shiro shouted when he noticed the paladin coming closer to the battle. At his voice, the sentries turned their attention to the newly arriving human. The marks on their body gave an ominous red glow as they began running at Lance. The others began struggling anew, wanting desperately to help their friend. The one they thought would be more helpless than them because he was wingless.
“Lance!” They screamed out in terror for him. Their eyes widened in shock when the back of his armour shattered and metallic looking wings burst out. He twisted around with the wings pushed out. They sliced clean through the first line of robots. They watched in shocked awe as Lance twirled around with his wings spread, destroying sentries in a deathly dance. As the last one fell he faced away from them, his wings lifted.
“Rowan,” Pidge breathed out in shock. The wings dropped in realization and Lance looked over his shoulder at them.
“I’m sorry,” is all he said before he ran away from them. They leapt up ready to follow close behind him but Shiro held out his hand for them to stop. They looked at him in confusion.
“We need to give him a little time, just enough for him to settle,” he said. They reluctantly agreed and walked out of the hanger.
After exiting their lions, they decided that they had to look for Lance. It wasn’t that difficult since they found his abandoned chest plate near the rafter ladder. They landed in the nest and saw Lance huddled in a ball at the other side of the nest. Without the metallic sheen on Lance’s feathers, they could see how lifeless and messy the wings really were.
Without a word, they all cuddled up against Lance. Shiro and Hunk on each side and Keith and Pidge in front of him. They didn’t need to say anything to him, and they didn’t need his explanation. They already understood why he was afraid to tell them. They could feel Lance begin to tremble between them and start to let out small sobs between breaths. Hunk gave a small smile and cradled Lance’s head against his shoulder. After an hour of silent comforting, Shiro laid a hand on Lance’s wing and carefully folded it out over his lap. Lance abandoned Hunk’s shoulder to look at him in confusion. Shiro grinned at him and began brushing his hand through his feathers, gently untangling them.
“You don’t have to Shiro,” Lance mumbled.
“I want to Lance,” He replied grabbing Lance’s cheek in his palm. “Let me do this for you,”
“I want to too,” Hunk said excited and carefully draped his other top wing onto his lap. Lance’s head whipped to Hunk’s side again in shock.
“No arguments either,” he said when he saw Lance begin to open his mouth. He gave Hunk a pout but obeyed.
“Me too,” Pidge grinned reaching for his lower wings. He didn’t even try to put up a fight this time, even when Keith mumbled something and got to work on the last one.
“Thank you,” he said gratefully. He rested his chin on his folded arms as he leaned on the edge of the nest. He wasn’t sure if he could look at any of them without bursting into tears, so he looked down at where he could see Blue instead.
“Maybe after this, we can go flying?” Pidge suggested. The rest of the paladins nodded their heads but this time they all turned to Lance as well. At their silence, he turned just enough to see them.
“Um, I haven’t exactly flown since I joined the Garrison,” he stated sheepishly.
“Well, then it’s about time you stretched your wings then isn’t it?” Hunk smiled.
“I guess it is,” he smiled back after a moment’s hesitation. Everyone gave a small cheer and got back to their jobs. Just as careful as before but now with a sense of urgency. Lance beamed down at Blue, feeling absolute love for and from the people around him. He couldn’t be any more lucky and blessed than he was right now.
An anonymous ask requested a soulmate-themed Drabble, here it is!
On Wednesday morning at breakfast, an owl from OSA (Owling Soulmates Anonymous) was delivered to Draco Malfoy. It read:
I know it might be odd that I’m contacting you now, since I’ve never tried to before, but I decided that I just have to know that you exist. Since this program started, nearly everyone I know has written to their soulmate and found something, or rather, someone, amazing. I kept wondering why you never reached out, but maybe you have never even heard of this program. I don’t know. Maybe you have heard of this program but you don’t want to know me. I just know that I’ve been through a lot through the last year, and if you’re out there somewhere feeling as broken as I do, then maybe we can help each other heal. Or something.
On Friday afternoon, while Harry and Ron were watching Flitwick put up Christmas decorations in the Great Hall, a return owl from OSA was delivered to Harry Potter. It read:
The reason that I have not tried to contact you is not because I don’t want to know you, but because I feel that you do not want to know me. Trust me, whoever you are, you deserve more than me. Regardless, I hope you find happiness from someone who can actually give it to you, and I wish you a Happy Christmas. That is, if you celebrate Christmas.
Draco was busying himself in his eighth year dorm on Friday night by organizing his books in alphabetical order of the author’s last name when a second owl from OSA arrived.
Please don’t push me away. I want to know you no matter who you are.
Also, I think it’s quite pretentious of you to assume that I deserve more than you have to offer. I could be anyone, even a mass murderer. I mean I’m not a mass murderer, but still.
And if you’re wondering, I do celebrate Christmas. I don’t have a family to share it with, but my friends are very welcoming. I like to think that if these letters work out, we could even spend Christmas together. But since you’re being so presumptuous and prat-like, I guess we won’t.
On Saturday morning, an owl tapped on Harry’s dorm window. Harry rushed to open it, and when he took the letter and sent the owl off, he saw that it was an OSA letter and his heart skipped a beat.
He looked at his roommate’s bed to see if he was still there. The bed was made and it seemed that he had left for the day, which was odd, since it was still very early, and he had been up late organizing his books. ‘Oh well,’ Harry thought, and he went ahead and read the letter.
I don’t see how I can be the prat when you’re the one who insulted me. And, in my opinion, it is presumptuous of you to think that while you could be a mass murderer, I could not be. Of course, like you, I only point that out for the sake of argument, and I am most certainly not a mass murderer. But I am by no means a good person. For the past six months or so I have been trying to make up for all the awful things I’ve done, yet nothing I do can erase the sins of my past. If you were to meet me, know who I am and what I’ve done, you would not want to spend Christmas with me. You’d want to get as far away from me as possible.
I’m sorry that you have no family. I don’t have a great family, but I cannot even imagine how it must feel to have none at all. I’m glad that you have good friends whom you can love and trust. If you didn’t have friends like that, I’d have to send you a puppy or some other sort of pet so that you would not be alone on Christmas.
Truly, soulmate, I want the best for you, but please don’t write to me again. I am a horrible, horrible person and you should not waste your time with me.
Draco sighed when yet another OSA owl came to him on Sunday morning in the library. He set aside the textbooks he’d been studying and prepared himself to read the message from his soulmate.
I believe that you’ve done terrible things. I’ve done terrible things too. I killed someone in a war and it haunts me everyday. It breaks my heart to think that you have to carry the weight of your mistakes even as you try to make up for them. All I want to do is lighten that weight and prove to you that you can be loved despite that. And I hope you know that having done horrible, horrible things does not make you a horrible, horrible person. I can tell that you have a good heart just by your statement that you would send me a puppy to keep me company on Christmas. That’s a really sweet thing to say, you know.
And if your family isn’t the best then you’re free to join my friends and I. Of course, that would mean confessing your identity, which you should only do if you’re sure that you want to meet me. Until then, I’d like it if we kept sending each other letters. Your words make me smile and make me forget about the nightmares I’ve lived through for a while.
Harry smiled when a third OSA letter arrived for him on Monday.
“Is that from them?” Hermione asked, noticing Harry’s wide smile.
Harry blushed. “Weren’t you about to go to your dorm?”
Hermione rolled her eyes, but she left the Eighth Year Common Room so Harry could read the letter in privacy.
I have to admit, I am surprised by you. When I used to think of who you might be, I imagined a perfect person with no flaws whatsoever. I think I like you better now that I can tell you’re a real person. You’re understanding and thoughtful and you seem loyal, but you have made mistakes too. I’m sorry that you have to suffer because of those mistakes, though.
I agree now that we should keep sending letters. Especially since they make you smile. (Don’t let it go to your head, but your letters bring a smile to my face as well.)
Harry was just finishing up the letter with a sappy smile on his face when Draco entered the common room.
“Malfoy? You’re out late,” Harry said.
“I was in the Owlery. I had, uh, a Christmas card to send.” For some reason Malfoy was blushing. “I’ll just be heading up to our room then.” Malfoy hurried up to his and Harry’s shared room and Harry stayed in the Common Room to reread the letter a few times.
It wasn’t until later, when Harry was lying awake in bed, that he realized the implications of Malfoy being in the Owlery just before he received his soulmate’s letter. ‘Could Malfoy be my soulmate?’ Harry thought.
Draco got a reply from his soulmate sooner on Tuesday, when he was helping Goyle wrap his presents. Goyle looked over Draco’s shoulder, trying to catch sight of what the letter said. Draco pushed Goyle away with a laugh. “It’s for my eyes only, Goyle.”
Goyle shrugged and went back to work wrapping the wand case he bought for Pansy.
Draco left the room to read the letter alone, not able to keep a smile off his face.
I must, unfortunately, inform you that your comment about my letters making you smile did indeed go to my head and all day I have been strutting around with a proud look on my face. My friends tell me that I look ridiculous. I don’t care. I’ve been feeling happy lately, because of you, and I want everyone to know that. I, like you, have found a certain comfort in knowing that my soulmate is out there, that they’re a real person, who can be sweet and can also be a prat.
By the way, my offer to spend Christmas with you still stands. Now that we both know that we’re accepted by each other unconditionally, there should be little standing our way of being together. Of course, I will still understand if you want to remain anonymous. And I will also understand if you don’t want to be with me and would prefer to just be friends.
Anyhow, if you decide to not join me for Christmas I’ve decided that I will get you that puppy which you promised me. I don’t even know if you like dogs, but I have such good taste in pets that I am sure you’ll like the one I get you regardless. I’ll let you name him, but if I may suggest a name, Padfoot is an excellent one.
Draco’s smile stayed all day long. When he returned to his room after helping Goyle with the last of his gifts, he found Potter already inside on his bed, flipping through a gift catalog.
“What’re you smiling for?” Potter asked, smirk on his face.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Draco said. He tucked the letter in his bedside table drawer and hummed as he looked for a book from the uber-organized bookshelf.
Draco’s humming was so loud that he didn’t hear Potter whisper, “I think I do know.”
Harry’s reply didn’t come until Thursday, Christmas Eve.
I’m sorry I couldn’t respond sooner, but I’ve been busy. My roommate has been forcing me to spend time with him. We walked through the snow and went sledding (Have you ever been sledding? It’s much more fun than I thought it would be) and made Christmas cookies. I’ve never spent too much time with my roommate before, but it turns out that he’s actually fun. He and I were laughing practically the entire day. I’m only sorry that doing all that prevented me from writing to you.
Concerning Christmas, please do not send me a puppy. I’m not allowed to have one in my room, and my parents certainly would not take of it for me until I had a place of my own to keep it in. However, now that I give more thought to the idea, I suppose my roommate might help me keep the puppy a secret.
I think Padfoot is an odd, yet intriguing, name, by the way.
Happy Christmas Eve.
Harry quickly wrote out a reply and rushed to the Owlery. He wanted his letter to get to Draco before it was officially Christmas.
Draco got his new OSA letter while in the kitchen, helping the house elves prepare food for the feast tomorrow.
“Hold on, Tink, I’ve got to read this, then I’ll help you with the turkey.”
Your roommate sounds amazing. Like, the most awesome bloke in the world. I’ll bet he’s good looking, too. He probably has charmingly messed up black hair and enchantingly bright green eyes. Does he play Quidditch too? Perhaps he’s a Seeker. Perhaps he was even the youngest Seeker in a century. Blimey, he’s sounds so talented that I bet you never caught the Snitch before him. Luckily, I think he likes you despite your less than par Seeker skills. I think he likes you as much as I do. He probably wants to buy you a puppy and spend Christmas with you just like I do.
Now, after I’ve thought about it, I’ve realized your roommate and I are very similar. In fact, one might even say that we’re one and the same.
“Sorry, Tink, I can’t help with the turkey. I’m so sorry, but I really have to go. Good luck!”
Harry was caught off guard when, while he was pacing the floor of his dorm room, Draco walked in, his face red from running and his eyes shining with- happiness?
“Did you get-” Draco started, and then a tapping could be heard on the window.
Harry went to open the window and retrieve the OSA letter from the owl. He shut the window and went to sit on his bed as he opened and read the letter. Draco was holding his breath.
Potter? Meet me in our room as soon as possible.
-Not So Anonymous
(P.S. I can’t wait to spend Christmas with you.)
Everything in the room was silent except for the sound of parchment sliding against parchment as Harry refolded the letter and tucked it back inside the envelope.
“So, I guess we’re-”
“Soulmates? Yeah.” Harry smiled at Draco and slowly Draco began to smile too.
Harry stood up, walked to Draco, took his hand, and said, “I hope you know I wasn’t kidding about the puppy.”
Draco laughed, as he had been expecting Harry to say something more profound, and then he was surprised again when Harry interrupted his laugh to place a kiss on his lips.
Plot: You learn your lesson, a lesson about never lying. To never lie about how good your boyfriend is in bed.
I couldn’t do it. Desperate moans, fingers working vociferously at my clit. Images of my boyfriend painted in my mind. I just could not do it. No matter what I tried. A bath, a sexy movie, listening to my boyfriend’s music. Nothing worked better than his touch. And he deprived me of it recently. I just couldn’t cum without him.
I was driven mad by this. Entirely desperate for such an unobtainable release. I knew he was the only one whom could grant this, and I resented him so much for denying it. Sure, he was busy. But how busy can a man be to deprive his girlfriend of her own basic needs? I needed to vent before a fight brewed. So, I did just that.
“Y/N… Why don’t you just talk to him about it?” My best friend confided in me. We were face timing, and I was begging for a solution to such a peculiar problem.
My eyes widened, “No! Are you kidding! If I were to talk to him about this he would just write me off as being horny and annoying, not sexy and needy.” I snapped suddenly at my friend, my own sexual tension, and frustration beginning to escape through words.
Her eyes stared at me for a moment, a smile erupting on her face, “You are so sexually frustrated Y/N.” She exclaimed, laughing to the point of tears welling in her eyes.
I rolled your eyes, finding a small laugh bubbling up within you due to hearing her’s. I sighed, “It’s not funny, okay? He hasn’t done anything with me for, like, 2 weeks. I’m dying over here.” I whined, pouting at the joke of it.
My friend snickered, “Is it because you can’t get him up anymore?” She asked deviously, making me gasp immediately.
“What? No! That’s not it at all!” I defended myself, taken aback by her question. I had wondered about this for the past 2 weeks, but soon enough came to the conclusion that it wasn’t my fault, but rather his.
“Then why on earth would your boyfriend not want to fuck you?” My friend challenged, wiggling her eyebrows. I laughed with her at this, shrugging my shoulders.
“I don’t know… He says he’s busy but when he is home he doesn’t do anything. I’ve been trying so damn hard. It feels like he doesn’t want me.” I relished in my own pity party, a frown overtaking my expression.
“Aww, Y/N… I’m sure it’s not your fault! You’re beautiful, okay? I bet he just feels awkward because he knows he isn’t fucking you right.” At this, I laughed. I laughed so hard that I snorted, catching both me and my friend by surprise.
“Come on though, Y/N… Spill it, he isn’t good in bed, is he? Because if he was, he’d be fucking you every night. Hell, if I were gay I would too.” My friend announced, making my laughter never cease to give up, “Come on! Just admit it.” She egged on.
“Okay, okay. I mean, the last time we did anything he couldn’t even make me cum.” I chimed in. My friend’s eyes lit up at this, “I knew it! He can’t make you cum, can he?” She exclaimed.
I went with the sarcasm of the situation and nodded, laughing with her, “Nope. He can’t.” I lied, making her raise her fists and cheer, “I knew it!”
“I can’t?” Yoongi’s voice cut through the happy aura of the environment, my friend going silent, holding back laughter from the awkward situation.
bts scenario: They take an argument too far (part 2)
It had been a week of silence between you and Jin. You had ignored his calls and texts, untill he couldn’t take it anymore. He found himself stood outside your apartment door at 2’oclock in the morning, banging furiously against the door until you opened it.
‘Jesus Jin, what are you doing here? I thought-‘
You couldn’t bring yourself to finish your sentance, as Jin pulled you into a passionate kiss, trying to prove how sorry he was, without using his words. You eventually gave into the kiss, you couldn’t resist the way his lips danced against yours, you didnt know how much time had passed before he whispered a quiet ‘I love you so much’ against your cold lips. Knowing that you had mostly already forgiven him.
It hadn’t have even been an hour, and Yoongi couldn’t bare the pain in his chest as the words ‘We’re done. I’m sorry.’ played repetitively in his head. He wondered the streets, picking up your favourite food and flowers, before quickly heading to your apartment, silently hoping you’de be there.
When you opened the door, you were both equally shocked at eachothers state. Faces stained with tears, puffy eyes and pale skin. No words were shared between the pair of you, before Yoongi threw you into a hug, refusing to let go.
‘Please don’t leave me, I.. I love you so much, I’m sorry, just please.. don’t go.’
‘Yoongi, this doesnt make up for what you said, you hurt me so bad’
‘I know baby, I’ve cancelled my plans for the rest of the week to spend with you, do whatever you want, just please don’t go, I love you so, so much.’
‘I love you Yoongi, never let me go again.’
Namjoon very quickly chased after you, wanting to sort the situation as soon as he could. He knew he didn’t mean what he had said, and could only hope that you didn’t mean what you said either. It only took 5 minutes before he found you, slumped on the wooden bench opposite the beach, which he knew was your favourite place to be. He made an almost silent approach before he delicatley sat down in the empty spot next to you.
‘I didn’t mean it. And I pray that you know how much I care about you, never think that I don’t. I have so much to say, and so much to say sorry for, can we please go home and talk about this properly? I don’t want to argue with you, but I know that I can’t lose you because of something like this.’
All it took was the small, silent nod of approval coming from yourself, before Namjoon gently took your hand in his, bringing your body as close towards his as possible, making your way silently through the night, taking in the gorgeous surroundings, leaving you more than glad that he had came after you.
Hoseok didn’t waste another minute, before rushing to your apartment, so quickly that he had reached there before you. Leaving him drenched in rain, freezing cold, sat on your doorstep like a lost puppy. It wasn’t until he heard an awkward cough, that he brought his tired eyes and attention to your depressed glare above him.
‘Babe, thank god! I’m so sorry, I ran so fast, I didn’t mean it. You’re too good to me okay? Please, let me make it up to you, I’ll do anything. I’m so out of breath, but have so much to apoligize f…-‘
‘Did you really run here so fast that you beat me? You must have gone straight past me?’
‘Well yeah.. I couldn’t be without you so…’
And that was all that needed to be said, before you pulled him into a sweet kiss, forgiving one another in the process. Because as long as he would chase after you, you would always chase after him.
The minute Jimin realised you had gone, a sheer sense of panic washed over him, leaving him blindly shouting your name whilst shaking with nerves, attempting to call your phone. Each time going to voice mail. He knew you well enough to know that if you had left, you wouldn’t go to your apartment. But rather your best friends house. So that’s exactly where he went.
Your best friend answered the door in rapid time, before coldly slaming it in his face. Jimin almost expected this, but refused to give up and continued to knock on the door over and over again - until an exhausted you - opened the door, mumbling an apology to your best friend in the process.
‘What do you want Jimin? I thought you were perfectly fine on your own.’
You blatantly spoke, simutaniously shutting he door in the process, this was no success though as Jimin had already wedged his foot in between the door itself.
‘Don’t be like this okay? I’m sorry, you know I didn’t mean it, just… please can we talk this out? I’ll order your favourite food okay petal? Anything you want, just please let me make this up to you.’
Your best friend gave you a brief thumbs up, before heading to her own room, giving you the sign of approval you needed to let Jimin in. To sort whatever problems you had out, making sure to keep your relationship solid in the process.
It was 11pm when you opened your door after hearing a strong knock. expecting it to be a delivery of some sorts, what you didn’t expect to see was a clearly stressed Taehyung, carrying several bouquets of flowers, your favourite food, and several teddy bears.
‘Oh my gosh Tae, did you carry all this yourself? Why would you do that?’
‘Because I’m sorry for being a bad boyfriend, I’m sorry for forgetting our anniversary, you’re important to me, more than you know. I love you.’
This caused you to look up, you and Taehyung had only been together for a year, and this had been the first time anyone had said the ‘I love you’s’. Your heart swelled at the gorgeous words, bringing him into a short but sweet kiss, completley forgetting about the previous argument. That didn’t seem to matter anymore, because you already knew that you loved him too, and you wanted to make sure he knew the same.
Jungkook waited outside the empty apartment, you didn’t come home that night, you had stayed at your parents. But jungkook didn’t care, he didn’t blame you either, he would have waited and waited for aslong as it took. Which after an eventful amount of time (and glares from your neighbours) evidently worked in his favour, for late the next morning you practically enough, bumped straight into him.
‘Ouch!.. Kookie? What are you doing here? Why is your coat on the floor? Wait… you didn’t stay here did you?’
‘How could I not? I’m so proud of you for passing your exams baby, can we please go out to celebrate? I’m so sorry for what I said, I hope you know I didn’t mean it.’
‘You do realise the spare key is under the mat?’
‘That’s all your taking from my apology? I wasn’t thinking straight, I just wanted you back…’
‘I know that babe, I’m not saying i forgive you, but how about we just order some breakfast foods and cuddle all day? You have a lot of making up to do.’
Prompt: When Thor brings Loki to stay with the Avengers, the team decides to prove just how much the God of Mischief has changed by assigning you to earn his trust; but you end up earning more than that. NO RAGNAROK SPOILERS!
Word Count: 3700
A/N: Ok so I saw Thor Ragnarok when it first came out and I absolutely loved it. For some reason, I fell in love with Loki. Not gonna lie, I feel like Loki deserves redemption and the MCU is not giving him that at all (which is why I disliked him in previous movies). Before Ragnarok, I only liked Loki because he was funny and Tom Hiddleston is beautiful. So, yeah, with this new found love for Loki, I have decided to expand my characters by adding him to the list of people I will write of. Fair warning: this is not a good imagine at all.
“But why me?” You let out an exasperated whine, “He knows me the least.”
“It’s not just that.” Steve nodded, “You weren’t there when he tried taking over the world, so you’re the best candidate.”
“So what? I’m chosen just because he’s never tried to kill me directly before?”
“Basically. Plus, you’re a hot, young girl that Loki would totally mess with.” Tony added, making Natasha hit him over the back of his head and you roll your eyes. “I’m just saying that you have more assets than I do when it comes to gaining the God of Mischief’s trust.”
“Thanks, Tony.” You replied in a flat tone.
“Will you do it, Y/N? It’s the best way to see if he has changed and if we can actually trust him.” Steve said.
“If I’m our only hope, then sure, but, I swear, if Loki tries anything on me, Thor, you will no longer have a brother.”
“Get in line.” Clint laughed dryly.
“Yeah, you’ll have to wait your turn for that.” Bruce said.
“Hey, now, no one will be killing my brother. He has changed.” Thor said. When the mighty God of Thunder first approached the Avengers about his brother staying in the compound with them, they were all quick to say no. Thor then went into detail about Loki’s redeeming actions while his brother walked into the room. After putting away their drawn weapons, Tony locked Loki in one of the cells, so that the team could discuss the issue at hand. That’s when Tony, Natasha, and Steve came up with the brilliant idea of using you as bait. You, the newest Avenger that has never even formally met Loki before, were chosen as the person to draw him out. You would somehow gain his trust and learn whether or not he has truly changed. If he never trusted you, then he was the same Loki as years ago; if he trusted you, then he had changed.
With your decision made, the Avengers left their meeting room to the cells. You all stood before Loki as he beamed mischievously at the sight before him. Tony opened the cell up and allowed the God to step out.
“Alright, reindeer games, we’ve got some rules that you must comply to- if you are to stay here.” Tony stated.
“Ah, rules- don’t you just love them and the chaos they bring?” Loki replied and Steve scolded Natasha as she began to curl her fists.
“Look,” Steve said, stepping up, “You’re not allowed to leave the compound unless one of us agrees to go with you; you cannot create any chaos inside or outside of the compound; you’re not allowed anywhere near the ships or weaponry-”
“I get it. I’m under house arrest. I’ve been in trouble before.” He stated, “Now, where is my bedroom? I’d like to catch up on some sleep.”
“Follow me, brother.” Thor said, leading Loki up the stairs as everyone dismantled from their protective stances. You watched as the two brother headed up the spiral staircase and you caught how Loki peered over his shoulder at you. You were quick to turn your head and invest yourself in a conversation with Steve.
That night, Loki did not come downstairs for dinner. Thor offered to take him a plate, but you insisted on doing it- that way, you could introduce yourself properly to him. Thor, knowing your intentions well, allowed you to take his place in serving his brother. You stood outside of Loki’s room and knocked lightly on the door, holding his plate of food with the other hand.
“Come in.” Loki said dryly. You slowly opened the door to find him sitting on his bed with a disinterested look in his eyes.
“I brought you dinner.” You gestured to the plate of steak and potatoes.
“I’m not hungry.” He replied and you shook your head with a laugh.
“You haven’t eaten all day. Please, eat this. Sam makes the best steaks.” You held it out to him and placed the book in his hands on his lap, before taking the plate.
“Yeah, Sam, he’s the Falcon. He’s super cool and there are no steaks that compare to his- well, actually there’s a really nice restaurant in Upper Manhattan that has the best steaks. Sam’s are still amazing.”
“I’m dying to try it.” Loki replied sarcastically as he poked it with his fork.
“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You said, holding a hand out to him.
“Loki, but you already knew that.” He shook your hand almost timidly. He felt that there was something off about you- why were you so kind compared to the others? He expected Thor to be the only one to treat him as a normal person- not some random Midgardian that he’s never met.
“What book are you reading?”
“Excuse me?” Loki asked and you nodded toward the stray book on his bed. “It’s just a story my mother used to tell me. It’s a part of Norse mythology, as you humans call it.”
“It sounds interesting. I’ve always enjoyed learning about mythology.” You said, genuinely.
“Well, as good of a book it is, it does get boring after a while. I should have brought more books with me.”
“You know, Loki, we’ve got a library.”
“A library?” Loki asked, his whole stance perking up at the word.
“Yeah, I’d offer to show you it tonight, but I’ve got dishes to do. I’ll show it to you tomorrow.” You paused and then nodded, “I’ll see you later then. Good night, Loki.”
“Good night, YN.” Loki replied as you quickly retreated from his room. He looked at the plate in his hands and set it on his bedside table. He picked up his book and began to read it once more. He couldn’t help but think about you and how you were so intriguing to him. As much as he’d appreciate you showing him the library tomorrow, Loki got up and made it his mission to find the library on his own.
The next day, you went to find Loki in his room, but found that it was empty. You then decided that the library would be the next best place to look, knowing that he had shown a level of interest in it. You found him as expected; he was comfortably lounging in a chair with his nose stuck in a different book.
“I see you found Steve’s Shakespeare.” You said with a short laugh. Loki jumped, startled at your sudden presence. He lowered the book and looked over at you as you stood in between two shelves.
“It is quite entertaining to read.” He replied, glancing down at Macbeth in his hands.
“I know. It’s one of my favorite Shakespeare plays.” You nodded.
“If you’ll forgive me, I’d like to continue it.”
“I’ll be quiet, but I want to do some reading of my own.” You replied. You searched in the shelves for a book as Loki continued his reading.
This happened once everyday for the next two weeks. You would enter the library to read in peace, and Loki would already be sitting at a chair by the fire with a different book in his hand than the day before. You would both make small talk for a few minutes when you arrived. You felt, over this time period, that your feelings for the God were growing, and growing romantic. You also felt that there had been no progress on your part- Loki still treated you as if you were just another Avenger, as if you were on the same level as his brother for trust.
“Just give it some more time.” Natasha told you as you complained to her in her room.
“Time won’t do anything, Nat. Nothing is working. We just sit in a library and read as communication.” You let out an exasperated sigh and she shrugged. You watched as she focused on painting her toenails a light shade of purple almost more than she focused on your complaints.
“At least he bears being in the same room as you. He makes every meal incredibly awkward.” She replied. You remembered back to just this morning- Loki was silent, like he always was, and, as soon as he finished eating, he left the room. His presence filled the entire room with tension.
“That’s one thing, though.” You huffed.
“Aren’t you usually reading by now?” Natasha asked, peering at the clock on her wall.
“I’m quitting this mission. It’s stupid and it’s pointless. The guy has been here for two weeks and he’s done nothing. Isn’t that reason enough to trust him?”
“Look who you’re talking to and think who you’re talking about- guess again.” Natasha laughed. She had been on so many missions where she was undercovers for weeks, and Loki most likely had no problem with committing to fooling someone for long periods of time.
“That doesn’t matter. What I mean to say is this whole idea is corrupt and I’m done with it.”
“Corrupt? As in it isn’t good on Loki?”
“That’s not what I-”
“Ohhhh,” Natasha let out sinister laugh followed by a knowing smirk, “You like him, don’t you?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” You tried to defend yourself.
“Sweetheart, you can lie to yourself and to him all you want, but you cannot lie to me. You are totally into him!”
“Fine, so what if I am? Why are you so happy about it?” You asked, referring to her blatant hatred of him.
“I don’t agree with you, but I think you liking him is cute. Maybe you could end up changing him.” She shrugged hopefully, “Plus, if he hurts you, it gives me even more motivation to kill him.”
“Like you need anymore of that.” You said, making her chuckle.
“Fine, if you’re giving up this mission, then you can go make me a sandwich. I’m starving.” Natasha said and you playfully rolled your eyes at her.
“Turkey or ham?” You asked as you headed towards her bedroom door.
“Turkey please!” She called from her spot.
You left her room and went straight to the kitchen to make up her snack. You finished her sandwich and then decided to make one for yourself. Just as you were about to top off your own with the final piece of bread, you heard a voice, announcing the presence of someone else in the room.
“Could you make me one too, please?” It was Loki and the sincerity in his voice was something almost unusual. He seemed quieter and mellower in his demeanor today.
“Would you like turkey or ham?” You asked as he stepped into the kitchen completely and began to watch you work.
“Either will be fine.” He said, “You didn’t come to the library today.”
“Oh, you noticed that.” You stated, awkwardly fumbling with the sliced meat before you.
“Why, yes, I did.” Loki stated, taking a cautious step towards you, “I do notice when the one person who does not alienate me leaves me alone.” You turned to him to see him being completely genuine- his soft eyes telling you everything. He looked away and took the sandwich from your hands, “Pardon my directness.” He left the room with the sandwich and without another word.
You sighed at his retreating figure. Maybe you shouldn’t quit- at least not yet. He had shown some feeling in that moment; he had shown that he cared about you. You wouldn’t jump to saying he thought of you in a romantic way like you thought of him, but you could conclude that he felt connected to you.
You took the last two sandwiches to Natasha’s room. You dared not speak of the recent events to her. She munched happily on her sandwich as you two watched reality shows and as he toes dried.
The next day was completely lovely. The sky was blue and the leaves were in the middle of changing colors. You absolutely loved it and you figured Loli would too. You quietly entered the library and saw him exactly where you had planned to: sitting in that same arm chair with yet another book.
“Loki,” You said, making your presence known to him. He peered over his book at you and offered a smile, “I was wondering if you’d like to go outside- since, you know, you’ve kind of lived in this room for the past couple of weeks.”
“Outside? You would accompany me outside?” He asked, completely thrown off by your question.
“Yes. It’s a beautiful day. I was going to visit the park and I thought that you might like to join me.” You explained yourself.
“I would like that.” Loki said. He set the book on the table and stood up. Using his magic, he changed his clothes from Asgardian wear to Midgardian casual attire. You smiled at him, admiring his change.
You took Loki to the nearest park, much to the dismay of some of your fellow teammates. Thor offered to tag along, but Natasha quickly shut that down. Thor was far too recognizable and anyone could recognize Loki if they had seen his brother. You were pleased about introducing Loki to feeding the ducks with the few pieces of bread that you had smuggled from the compound. From what you could tell, he enjoyed it. It was the simplest thing, yet it displayed Loki’s humaneness in such a strong way. He never really stopped genuinely smiling while at the park and all of it was because of you.
Loki was pacing around in his room the next day, rehearsing how he should ask you out. He wanted to take you to that restaurant that served the steak you loved, but he didn’t know how Midgardian dating worked.
“Brother!” Thor greeted, walking into Loki’s room unannounced and startling him.
“Thor, have you forgotten how to knock?” He asked with a sigh.
“I heard you pacing. Is anything on your mind?”
“Why would anything be on my mind? I’m fine.” His reply was defensive as he attempted to conceal his emotions. As the God of Mischief, he is normally much better at it, but his feelings for you had grown too great for him to easily cope with.
“Does this have anything to do with Lady Y/N?” Thor inquired.
“What are you on about, brother? This has nothing to do with her. Nothing is wrong.” Loki stated.
“Whatever you say, I shall believe, but I do think you should ask her sooner than later. Unlike us, Lady Y/N does not have thousands of years.” He spoke with a calm smile.
“Is that all?”
“Well, I was originally sent to ask if you were joining us for dinner, so will you?”
“It depends if I am hungry or not. You can leave now, Thor.” Loki said and his brother exited with his hands up in surrender. Loki looked at himself in the mirror and cast an illusion so that he was in casual clothing for the second day in a row. He left his room and headed straight to yours. As he was about to knock, he realized your door was cracked open and that you were speaking to someone in your room.
“I’m actually glad I didn’t quit.”
“I’m glad you didn’t, too.” Natasha said, “It seems to be working.”
“I learned from the best.” You laughed, referring to your best friend before you.
“Do you think he’s changed?”
“I think Loki has.” He froze hearing you mention his name. His heart hammered in his chest, “He seems kinder and gentler. I still feel bad though. A part of me wishes I gave up, but a part of me is proud that I’m going through with this mission.”
‘Mission?’ Loki thought. He felt a stinging pain build up in his heart. No, it couldn’t be. He was the God of Mischief. There was no way you, a mere Midgardian, could have tricked him- and there was no way you could have tricked him into falling in love with you.
“Going undercover is hard, but you have done it well, even if your target was the God of Mischief.” Natasha replied proudly. Loki heard you two come closer to the door, but he wasn’t quick enough to move. His feet were planted in that moment- replaying your words in his head. As you opened the door to reveal him, he used his magic to transform him back to his Asgardian self.
“Loki-“ you started. Natasha looked at you with concern, knowing fully well that he had heard the two of you.
“Don’t.” Loki spoke with a firm shake of his head. The smile that you had grown fond of over the past few weeks was completely gone. “Congratulations, you succeeded in fooling the God of Mischief.” He sarcastically raised his hands and did a partial bow for you, before he left without another word.
You watched his retreating figure in pain. You had never wanted to hurt him- that was never the plan, but, yet again, falling in love with the trickster was never a part of the plan either. You started to walk in the direction of his room when Natasha caught your hand.
“Y/N,” she sighed, “Leave him be for a bit. C’mon, we should tell the others.” Agreeing with her, you quietly followed her down the hall to the lab, opposite of Loki’s direction.
“Well, this is-“ Tony started after taking a deep breath, but was cut off by Steve.
“Bad. This is bad.” He stated. You could feel all of their eyes watching you, as you kept your eyes focused on the ground beneath you. “Thor, what do you suggest we do?”
“I do not know.” The God replied, “I have never seen my brother act the way he was with Y/N before. He showed a whole different level of respect and compassion for her-“
“Could it be that he was playing her as well?” Clint asked.
“No.” Thor shook his head, “Loki is mischievous and he is great at pretending, but not like this. I have never seen him so vulnerable.”
“You think he actually loves her?”
“I don’t know if I would call it love quite yet, but I do believe it could have become that.”
“Should I talk to him?” You asked quietly. Guilt and pain was all you could feel. Loki was upset with you, and, now, Thor believed you to have broken his heart.
“Maybe I shall speak with him first, Lady Y/N.” Thor said. “I know my brother best and I fear he is too unpredictable at the moment.”
“Very well then. Thor, go see him.” Natasha stated and he nodded. The room was silent as all of you watched Thor leave the room.
Thor entered Loki’s room to find his brother casually sitting on his bed, a book in his hand. Loki lowered the book and looked at the other God. He answered, “Yes?”
“Do you love her?” Thor asked.
“That mortal? Please.” Loki said, rolling his eyes lightly.
“Loki, drop this act. Do you love her?” He asked again. Thor stepped into the room and a bright gold burst came from the room as Loki’s magic disappeared. The seemingly normal bedroom was an illusion and shifted into the remains of a bedroom. The bed was torn apart with the mattress falling into the wall; the opposite wall had a few fist holes in it; and the bedside table was smashed, bits of it splattered around the room. Loki sat in the far corner and lifted his head from hands.
“See for yourself, brother.” Loki said, slowly looking up at the other God. His eyes were red and his hair was a mess from his recent angry motions.
“Loki-“ Thor was speechless. He had never seen his brother so broken and hurt. The last time Thor walked in on Loki in a state like this was when their mother died; and, now, Loki was broken once more.
“Surprised? This is what one look like when they are upset.” He stated.
“This is far more than upset.”
“It’s against my nature to call myself heartbroken.”
“Y/N would like to speak with you.”
“And I would not like to speak with her, or anyone for that matter, so, brother, you may leave now.”
“I will not leave you here to swallow yourself into a hole of despair.” Thor said as Loki stood.
“Despair? How would you feel if the mortal you loved betrayed you? How would you feel if you loved her and she had been lying to you this whole time?” His voice raised in anger.
“You have it all wrong, brother. Y/N has not betrayed you.”
“Leave! You know nothing of her lies!” He stepped towards his brother and Thor straightened up to his full height, preparing for any violence that may come.
“Loki,” You spoke from the doorway. Both Gods turned to you in surprise and Loki’s heavy breathing seemed to calm.
“Lady Y/N-” Thor started.
“I’d like to speak to Loki alone.” You said. The blond looked between the two of you and then left the room without another word.
“I do not wish to speak to you right now.” Loki turned his back to you and you took in his destroyed room. You sighed softly and stepped towards him.
“Please, allow me to explain myself.”
“I don’t need any further explanation. I understand your actions- you don’t trust me, none of you do.” He stated with a firm shake of his head, making you stop in your tracks.
“Loki, I can’t speak for the others, but I trust you. What I did was wrong, but I was doing what was best for the team. They wanted me to earn your trust-”
“Well, you earned more than that. Congratulations.” He said.
“If it is love that you’re speaking of, then I feel it too.” You replied and he slowly turned to you.
“Pardon me?” Loki questioned and you continued your walk to him until you were directly in front of the God.
“I love you, Loki, and I’m so sorry that I made you feel betrayed. It was never my intentions.”
“Is this the truth?” He asked and you delicately took his hands in yours. You nodded, causing a grin to form on his face. He leaned down to kiss you softly. He pulled away and whispered to you, “Good. I love you too, and it frightens me.”
Y/n has alway been good at running away from her problems.
It’s something she’s become so used to—avoiding all the feelings and emotions that could tear her down and finding her way around them.
It’s a dangerous coping mechanism and she knows it. She’s been through this cycle more times than she can remember, and each time did they end with her being so full of emotion and so torn apart from the heartbreak that she’ll spend days—weeks, even—laying in the dark and locking all of her doors to avoid the outside world.
It’s gotten so bad that there have been times she hasn’t even communicated with anybody, leaving her friends and family begging on their knees by her locked doors just to get her to open up—both mentally and physically.
And they all could have been prevented if she wasn’t so afraid of letting her feelings get to her. But she hates it—god, how she hates being in a sensitive state of mind and her heart feeling so heavy that she forgets how to breathe. So, instead of letting herself feel all of that, she does anything and everything to ignore it.
She’ll teach herself new things, keep herself occupied at night so that she doesn’t have the time to fall asleep (because it was always then her thoughts caught up with her the most), and even will go so far as avoiding the people in her life that would make her talk about it.
Summary: Modern-Day (AU) There’s this mutual feeling between you and your neighbor, called hate. And since your first meet you both commence that feeling with a burning passion. You don’t know the reason behind his hate and you know for damn sure that he will never tell you. But what happens on the first day of your job, when you find out that you even work together? Maybe you will learn to co-operate?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 5018
Warnings: the usual jerk!Bucky is back, new character (yes it’s a warning), drinking and that’s it
Author’s Note: hey long time no see lol so here’s the longest chapter so far of MNAJ, i hope you guys enjoy i had to literally push myself to finish it so please please please leave a FEEDBACK if you’re gonna read it!!
i will be altering the tag list and deleting those who don’t care to leave feedback sorry, but i can’t waste my time on tagging a hundred people when some of you don’t even care to write back simple as that :/
You immediately straighten your back,
eyes and ears alert like a deer caught in headlights. You look back and forth
between Steve and Bucky, unable to move or speak.
“Uh – me? Why?” you squeak out. Bucky simply shrugs, closing the door but stands
outside for you. You glance at Steve once before getting up from your chair.
“I have this under control, go.” Steve
says, nodding his head in the direction of the exit.
You give him a tight lipped smile and rub
your palms on your skirt before moving. Outside, Bucky tells you that he’s
asked to accompany you, too as you start walking towards the elevator. Once you
walk inside, he presses the number to Stark’s floor.
Once again, the confined space of the
elevator suffocates you. You’re vividly reminded of the day when Bucky had
pulled you inside the same elevator, protecting you from getting your ass
fired. But why is this happening again? Why did Stark call you two? Has by any
chance Bucky told him? Even after telling you so many times that he won’t?
Why do haters still keep saying that he tortured Rey? I watched TFA more times than I can remember, and TLJ at least 3 times and I don’t recall him ever torturing Rey?
Unless they’re referring to the interrogation scene? Poe’s interrogation scene is supposed to demonstrate that that’s what Kylo Ren torturing someone would look like. Rey’s interrogation was the exact opposite.
Rey’s interrogation setting:
NO torture or interrogator droid in the room
Canon novelization - Kylo releases her restraints
Canon novelization - Kylo says he takes no pleasure in doing this but that he’ll be as gentle as possible in extracting the info from her mind (on the other hand, it seemed he took pleasure using the Force on Poe)
Says “you’re my guest” in response to “where am I?” I mean, not the right answer Kylo, but ok
A bit creepy but he was literally crouching on his haunches for who knows how long, just staring at her, waiting for her to wake up on her own. Or.. to make sure no one touches her?? Or idk, maybe he just doesn’t see much girls out of FO uniform.
Rey pushing her face forward with a defiant fuck-you expression like “bitch you thot”
Poe’s interrogation setting:
Visibly harmed with bruises and blood
He’s barely conscious after all the torture and beating he endured before Kylo Ren finally decided it was his turn to do him
Very small chamber
Dark and intimidating (were they saving electricity?)
There IS a torture droid beside Kylo Ren in the corner (hard to see because it’s dark)
Sarcastically asks, “Comfortable?” when Poe clearly is not and answers “Not really.” Oh, Kylo, you’re such a tease!
Goes out of his way to use the Force to also slam Poe’s head against the metal head rest. Even though this guy has already been through enough torture and is probably already deadass tired of resisting.
Then uses the Force to drag Poe’s face forward (even though Kylo just slammed him back 10 seconds ago)
Asks “Where is it?” He bragged to Rey about how he could take anything he wanted. Because he could use the Force (and he didn’t know Rey was a Force user yet). So he could have just ripped the info from Poe’s mind. Instead, he prolongs the torture because he wants Poe to give it to him instead of Kylo just taking it. And he knows Poe will resist and not give up. So he keeps asking Poe where the map is even though Kylo can use the Force to just quickly extract the info. He wants Poe to suffer though, as well as feel the defeat at having given in.
Poe screaming in agony and looking like he’s about to have an aneurysm before the scene abruptly cuts to Kylo Ren walking away successfully
The director had these two scenes set up to be parallels of each other. The purpose is to show how, when Kylo Ren wants to torture someone and inflict pain on them, here is what that would look like. Exhibit A: Poe. Next, here is a scene that shows Kylo Ren in the same setting but behaving completely different from the previous scenario. Exhibit B: Rey.
Finally, having your mind touched is not meant to be a nice feeling. Even if it is done by a Jedi. If you’re weak-willed, you wouldn’t even notice it unless the Force user wanted you to. Kylo Ren is a villain (also half of the protagonist, as Rian Johnson said). Kylo Ren is a villain who can use the Force. He is not going to be the kind of villain that bribes the protagonist with tea and biscuits to get him/her to spill the truth. He is not going to play good cop/bad cop either. What was he supposed to do with or without using the Force? Threaten to chop her buns off? Starve a girl who already knows starvation? Threaten her non-existent family (cries)? He’s a villain with Force powers. He is going to use the Force because this is Star Wars. And actively using the Force on someone’s mind is never a lovely feeling, be it by a Jedi, Sith, or whatever.
If he truly wanted to torture her, he would have let the torture droids do it first and then himself. Just like what happened with Poe. They did not design and model a torture droid to put it ONLY in Poe’s interrogation scene for no reason.
And also like, I’m sorry Kylo Ren was doing his job and being a villain??? Sorry he couldn’t be a nicer villain???
It’s 2011, my boyfriend and I decided to rent a house with our best friends - an engaged couple with two kids. I’m changing names here: I’m Kylie, my boyfriend is Jim, and our couple friends are Brad and Angelina. Jim, Brad, and myself are active duty military.
After over a month of searching we found a really cute house- 1850 sqft, nice yard, great neighbors, only $1350/m, hardwood except for 1 room, 7 minutes from our base. The landlord is in a different state but tells us she pays one of the neighbors to manage the keys for her. It’s a military town and that’s not uncommon. We all met up with him, toured the house, decided to sign the lease.
We moved in sometime in August. We liked the house, but there were crickets coming into one of the bedrooms through a crack in the window sill. The landlord didn’t want to fix it and said to caulk it. It worked, no problem.
The holidays are a lot of things, but after high school, they went on another level of special for you. You’d ended up missing your friends and family a lot more while you were at college, so a couple of weeks at home was on par with heaven for you - even in your junior year.
You’d been home for a couple of days by that point. The first day home had been spent in your bed catching up on all of the sleep that you’d missed out on during the fall semester. The second and third day, however, had considered of the party crowding into your house, Dustin and Steve making hundreds of cookies while the rest tried to steal any amount of cookie dough that they could.
It was weird, being older. The kids were growing up, all but Will having grown taller than you (Will was as tall as you now, and you had no illusions that in a year, you’d be the shortest one). Nancy and Jonathan were in college as well, due back within the next few days. Steve had - to the frustration of his father - decided to stay in Hawkins and join the police force to work alongside Hopper.
“Who else is going to save his old ass when the weird shit hits the fan again?”
So it had been nice to see them all again, the pain in your chest abating a little the longer you were all together.
You loved your family and spending time with them, but with the party, it was different. Shared trauma, and all that.
Eventually, though, everyone ended up heading out. Lucas and Max had talked of going to the movies, while the rest of them were heading to their various homes. Except Mike, who was taking El home himself.
(The thought of him driving disturbed you on a whole other level.)
Once they’d all left, you shrugged on your coat and shoved a hat on your head, wincing as you stepped outside. The cold stung your face, but you tried not to pay much attention to it. Hawkins Main Street was calling to you, and you’d be damned if you didn’t go.
From the time that you’d been a child, you’d always loved walking into town, late at night in December. It was like your own private Christmas lights show. String lights were strung from street lamp to street lamp, with wreaths shaped as bells and Christmas trees lined the pole lights. The storefronts were all individually decorated to the owner’s preference, but most had Santa and presents in some form or another.
You’d just made it into town, your hands shoved deep into your pockets when you heard someone calling your name. You froze at the sound of the voice, trying to place it.
“Y/N! Y/L/N, is that you?” You turned around slowly, furrowing your brow as your gaze settled on the man approaching you. The voice reminded you of Billy Hargrove, but the man in front of you…
He had short hair - no mullet in sight - and was grinning easily at you. Sure, towards the end of your senior year, Billy hadn’t been bothering you anymore, but that was due to Max almost taking a nail-ridden bat to his crotch.
“Uh, yeah? Do I know you?”
“You don’t remember me? Do I look that different without the mullet?”
Your eyes widened. Holy shit, it was Billy Hargrove.
“Nah, I just didn’t recognize you without you harassing me and my friends.” You raised your eyebrows at him as he looked down at his shoes. His lips pressed together into a thin line as he looked back towards you.
“I was a pretty big dick to you, huh?”
“You were a bigger dick to Lucas Sinclair. And your little stepsister.”
He let out a sigh, nodding his head slow a couple of times.
“I know I was. I had a lot of shit going on, but that doesn’t excuse what I said. Or what I did. I’m, uh, I’m sorry, Y/N.”
You stared at him, your gaping mouth resembling a fish. It had been around three years since all of that had happened. People could change in that amount of time, but Billy Hargrove? Really?
“What the hell happened to you?”
He barked out a humorless laugh, ducking his head once more before taking in a deep breath, and letting it out through his nose.
“You wanna grab some coffee?” You furrowed your brow, giving him a look that made him chuckle. “It’s kind of a long story, and I’m starting to freeze my ass off.”