do you see the way she looks at him

anonymous asked:

I recently watched The Incredibles for the first time since I was a child, when I loved it! But now I see it in a new light and I saw your review where you gave it 2.5, but I would give it a 1. What do you think of Violet's last few lines in film, where she is she noticed by a guy because she is "different" (i.e. she changed the way she looked), and then she asks him whether she is "good different?" - as in, she is looking for his approval?

I just re-watched the ending and that felt disjointed haha… maybe it’s just me being used to newer animation styles! 

I had to re-read my own review to answer this because it’s been so long since I saw the entire movie. I think in the context of the whole film, I’m still not a big fan of how so much of her characterization is focused on “I want the guy to like me!” And maybe the dialogue could have been a bit tighter. 

To be fair to the film, though, she ties it back explicitly to her internal character growth. 

“You look different” 

“I feel different.” 

I think it’s just maybe a bit unfortunate that “becoming yourself” means decked out in pink; since she was very gloomy/hair covering eyes before, the contrast of simply color and a ponytail would have been fine. And obviously, there’s nothing wrong with wearing all pink, but in animation it’s fairly synonymous for “traditionally feminine” which I don’t think is the point of her character’s growth or what they were really attempting to convey.

And the scene does show personal growth; instead of literally becoming invisible, she’s more confident in herself and actually makes the suggestion of the date, more or less, rather than waiting for him to.

Force Bond IX

Rey’s eyes widen in surprise as she feels it, the bond. “Ben?” She quickly turns around, her breath catching as she sees him standing there, tentatively, unsure of his own actions. 

“Ben,” she starts, shaking her head. The air is thick with tension; she can’t meet his gaze. “Ben, what are you doing? You know this isn’t okay, and–”

“I just needed to hear your voice,”

Rey looks up at him, tears welling in her eyes. His face is ridden with longing and pain, betraying his confident way of standing. Her throat tightens as her own yearning rises in her chest, the dull ache in her heart suddenly becoming more intense. She smiles at him, a stray tear falling down her cheek.

“I’ve missed you too,”

Common experiences of lesbians who don’t know they’re lesbians yet

 Out of curiosity, I recently googled “Am I lesbian quiz”. Half the “Are You a Lesbian” quizzes just asked outright, “Are you attracted to women?” as though that isn’t the very answer a questioning lesbian is trying to figure out. The other half marked me as heterosexual for things like owning more nail varnish than dogs. I hope this list will give you more nuanced ideas to think about as you explore your identity.

These experiences are all really common among - but not universal or exclusive to - people who later realize they’re lesbians and find a comfortable home in the lesbian label and community.

It’s mostly stuff that I and other lesbians I know have wished we knew when we were first coming to grips with our lesbian identities, because the fact is it takes a long time to discover how common a lot of these experiences are among lesbians, and not knowing what to look for when trying to figure out if you’re a lesbian can be hard.

‘Attraction’ to men

  • Deciding which guys to be attracted to – not to date, but to be attracted to – based on how well they match a mental list of attractive qualities
  • Only developing attraction to a guy after a female friend expresses attraction to him
  • Getting jealous of a specific female friend’s relationships with guys and assuming you must be attracted to the guys she’s with (even if you never really noticed them before she was interested in them)
  • Picking a guy at random to be attracted to
  • Choosing to be attracted to a guy at all, not just choosing to act on it but flipping your attraction on like a switch – that’s a common lesbian thing
  • Having such high standards that literally no guy meets them – and feeling no spark of attraction to any guy who doesn’t meet them
  • Only/mostly being into guys who are gnc in some way
  • Only/mostly being attracted to unattainable, disinterested, or fictional guys or guys you never or rarely interact with
  • Being deeply uncomfortable and losing all interest in these unattainable guys if they ever indicate they might reciprocate
  • Reading your anxiety/discomfort/nervousness/combativeness around men as attraction to them
  • Reading a desire to be attractive to men as attraction to them
  • Having a lot of your ‘guy’ crushes later turn out to be trans women

Relationships with men

  • Dreading what feels like an inevitable domestic future with a man
  • Or looking forward to an idealized version of it that resembles literally no m/f relationship you’ve ever seen in your life, never being able to picture any man you’ve actually met in that image

  • Being repulsed by the dynamics of most/all real life m/f relationships you’ve seen and/or regularly feeling like “maybe it works for them but I never want my relationship to be like that”

  • Thinking you’re commitmentphobic because no relationship, no matter how great the guy, feels quite right and you drag your feet when it comes time to escalate it

  • Going along with escalation because it seems like the 'appropriate time’ or bc the guy wants it so bad, even if you personally aren’t quite ready to say I love you or have labels or move in together etc.

  • Or jumping ahead and trying to rush to the ‘comfortably settled’ part of relationships with guys, trying to make a relationship a done deal without investing time into emotional closeness
  • Feeling like you have to have relationships with guys and/or let them get serious in order to prove something, maybe something nebulous you can’t identify

  • Only having online relationships with guys; preferring not to look at the guys you’re interacting with online; choosing not to meet up with a guy even if you seem very into him and he reciprocates and meeting up is totally realistic
  • Getting a boyfriend mostly so other people know you have a boyfriend and not really being interested in him romantically/sexually
  • Wishing your boyfriend was more like your female friends
  • Wishing your boyfriend was less interested in romance and/or sex with you and that you could just hang out as pals
  • Thinking you’re really in love with a guy but being able to get over him in such record time that you pretend to be more affected than you are so your friends don’t think you’re heartless
  • After a breakup, missing having a boyfriend more than you miss the specific guy you were with
  • Worrying that you’re broken inside and unable to really love anyone

Sex with men

  • Having sex not out of desire for the physical pleasure or emotional closeness but because you like feeling wanted
  • OR: preferring to 'be a tease’ to feel wanted but feeling like following through is a chore
  • Only being comfortable with sex with men if there’s an extreme power imbalance and your desires aren’t centred
  • Using sex with men as a form of self-harm
  • Feeling numb or dissociating or crying during/after sex with men (even if you don’t understand that reaction and think you’re fine and crying etc for no reason)
  • Being bored with sex with men/not understanding what the big deal is that makes other women want it
  • Doing it anyway out of obligation or a desire to be a good sport/do something nice for him
  • Never/rarely having sexual fantasies about specific men, preferring to leave them as undetailed as possible or not thinking about men at all while fantasizing
  • Having to make a concerted effort to fantasize about the guy you’re “attracted” to

Early interest in women

  • Not recognizing past/current crushes on women until you’ve come to grips with your attraction to women
  • Being unusually competitive, shy, or eager to impress specific women when you’re not that way with anyone else
  • Wanting to kiss your female best friend on the mouth for literally any reason (”to practice for boys” included)
  • Getting butterflies or feeling like you can’t get close enough when cuddling with a close female friend
  • Looking at a close female friend and feeling something in your chest clench up and being overwhelmed with love for her - love you may read as platonic
  • Having had strong and abiding feelings of admiration for a specific female teacher, actor, etc., growing up that were deep and reverent
  • Having had an unusually close relationship with a female friend growing up that was different and special in a way you couldn’t articulate
  • Thinking relationships would be simpler “if only I were attracted to women/my best friend who would be perfect for me if she/I weren’t a girl”
  • When a female friend is treated badly by a man, having your protective thoughts turn in the direction of “if I was him/a man I’d never do that to her/my girlfriend”
  • Being utterly fascinated by any lesbians you know/see in media and thinking they’re all ultra cool people
  • Having your favourite character in every show be that one gay-coded or butch-looking woman (like Shego from Kim Possible or Starbuck from Battlestar Galactica)
  • Feeling weirdly guilty and uncomfortable in locker rooms etc., when your female friends are less clothed than they normally would be around men and being more careful not to look than they are

The 'straight’ version of you

  • Thinking that all straight girls feel at least some attraction to women
  • Thinking that your interest in seeing attractive women/scantily clad women/boobs is an artificial reaction caused by the objectification of women in media
  • Being really into how women look “aesthetically”/“just as artistic interest”
  • Thinking it’s objective and uncontested that almost all women are way more attractive than most men
  • Being a really intense LGBT+ “ally” and getting weirdly emotional about homophobia but assuming you’re just a Really Good Ally and v empathetic
  • Having like half your friend group from school turn out to be LGBT+
  • Getting emotional or having a strong reaction you don’t understand to f/f love stories etc.
  • Having had people think you were gay when you had no suspicion you were gay

Exploring attraction to women

  • Feeling like you could live with a woman in a romantic way, even if you can’t imagine doing anything sexual with a woman
  • Feeling like you could enjoy sexual interaction with a woman, even if you can’t imagine having romantic feelings for a woman
  • Thinking you couldn’t be a lesbian because you’re not attractive enough, cool enough, or otherwise in the same league as most of the women you know
  • Interacting with het sex/romance in media by imagining yourself in the man’s position or just never/rarely imagining yourself in the woman’s position
  • Really focusing on the women in het porn
  • Being really into the idea of kissing/being sexual with a woman 'to turn guys on’
  • Being really annoyed when guys actually do express interest in watching or joining in when you do that
  • Only feeling/expressing attraction to or sexual interest in women when you’re inebriated or otherwise impaired

Gender Feelings

  • Having a lot of conflicting gender feelings that are only possible to resolve once you understand you are/can be a lesbian
  • Thinking that being gnc and feeling a disconnect from traditional womanhood mean that you can’t be a woman even if that’s what feels closest to right - many lesbians are gnc and many lesbians feel disconnected from traditional womanhood since it’s so bound up in heteropatriarchy
  • Knowing you’re attracted to women and not being able to parse that (esp + any gender nonconformance) as gay, taking a long time to figure out if you’re a straight man or a lesbian
  • Being dysphoric about the parts of you that make straight men think your body is owed to them, having to figure out what that dysphoria means for/to you
  • Knowing you’re attracted to women, but feeling weirdly guilty and uncomfortable trying to interact with them as a straight man, and only later realizing you’re actually a trans lesbian
  • Knowing you’re gay, but experiencing a lot of the symptoms of comp het when you try to interact with men romantically/sexually, and only later realizing you’re a trans lesbian and not a gay man
  • Being nonbinary and taking a long time to sort through being able to respect/understand your nonbinary identity and your lesbianness at the same time

Considering lesbianism

  • Wanting to be a lesbian but feeling like if you don’t already know you are one you can’t be
  • Feeling guilty about wanting to be a lesbian, feeling like you’re just attention-seeking or trying to be trendy
  • Suppressing your lesbian dreams because you think exploring that desire would mean you’re a bad/homophobic person using lesbianness selfishly
  • Wishing you were a lesbian to escape the discomfort of dating men
  • Fantasizing about how much fun it would be to be a lesbian and just be with women/a specific woman, but thinking that can’t be for you
  • Worrying that some of your past attraction to men was actually real so you can’t be a lesbian
  • Worrying that bc you can’t be 100% sure you’re not attracted to men and can’t be 100% sure you won’t change your mind, you can’t be a lesbian
  • Worrying that you only want to be a lesbian because of trauma and that means your lesbianness would be Fake
  • Worrying that trauma-induced complications in how you experience sex (e.g., a habit of self-harming via sex w men or a fear of any sex at all) mean you’re not a Real Lesbian

Every item on this list is common among Real Lesbians. It’s all Normal Lesbian Stuff. If you’re worried that you can’t be a lesbian even though it’s the life you really want for yourself, I hope this gives you permission to explore that. You are allowed to be a lesbian. 

And if you’re not sure yet – if you took the time to read this entire thing because you’re curious about your identity, if you identified with a bunch of items on this list – you may or may not be a lesbian, but friend, you almost certainly aren’t cishet. Welcome.

(I’d love to hear other things lesbians wish you’d known were A Thing when you were first exploring your identity!)

anonymous asked:

I'm kinda puzzled why Ben isn't more happy/excited to see Rey when she ships herself to him. He doesn't even smile, just has storm troopers handcuff her, then stands pointedly behind her in the elevator, not speaking, looking away with a glazed expression. My theory is that he had a feeling that something bad was about to go down with Snoke, but they just had to get through it first. It's still strange to me, since they'd just had this intimate moment. What do you think? Love your blog btw!

First of all, I don’t think smiling is the only way to show affection. The way he looks at her here:

he isn’t looking at her like he looks at anyone else, right? There is something gentle about it, if withheld. There’s often something gentle about the way he looks at her. Even when he’s trying to be expressionless.

And in the elevator, when he’s still trying to be expressionless….

he breaks the very moment she starts speaking and then says his name:

And then, I think he has a little bit of a smile in the elevator when he thinks of their little intimate hand sex holding session

And guess what, that bitch smiles when she thinks about their little metaphorical marriage, too:

He also happens to be giving her face the old, “I-have-a-major-crush-on-you” eyes-lips-look-quickly-below-the-face-and-back-up-again love triangle gaze throughout the entire scene…. and so does she.

Also, below is a sad moment, but also a moment that shows affection – a bittersweetness between them.

I think smiling is something we won’t really see a whole lot of between them until the very end… they’re way too dramatic and angsty for that. And that’s ok – love stories like this one are meant to keep us at the edge of our seats and on the verge of tears. Mostly we get these held gazes that are meaningful and full of longing, and weighted, subtextual dialogue/imagery.

Welcome to the angsty enemies-to-lovers trope!

Are You Going To Be An Overprotective Baby Brother?

Pairing: Steve x Henderson!reader 

Request:  Could you do a Steve Harrington imagine of being Dustin’s older sister and prior to the monsters you ignored Steve even though he always tried to flirt because you’re pretty and smart but you’re also snarky and friends with Nancy and Jonathan and BFFs with Dustin and all his friends love you and post monsters with Dustin and Steve’s bromance you start to be friends with him and Dustin notices he likes you and gives Steve a overprotective baby brother speech? You can decide if he makes a move  

Warnings: fluff, a few swear words

A/N: Omg I love this prompt so much! Also, I have a requested El x reader coming out sometime in the next few days :)

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You Bet [Part 2]

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Request(s): A freaking lot

Word Count: 3233… too long I hate it

Song: Shook Me All Night Long by ACDC for no reason other than I love that song

Summary: Steve is awfully distracted by your getup for helping out at the Snow Ball

Warning(s): Smut (duh), Swearing (have you met me), arguing (Nancy and the reader), Jonathan being the coolest, Dustin being a little shit, this is really basic honestly it’s pretty bad

Author’s Note: IT’S HERE! FUCKING FINALLY! THIS HAS BEEN DONE FOR LIKE A WEEK I JUST HAVEN’T GOTTEN AROUND TO POSTING! I’M SO SORRY! Anyway, this probably isn’t that amazing but it could be worse i’m somewhat okay with how it turned out

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know it all — p.p.

summary : may parker can’t fathom that you and her nephew aren’t dating yet- she can’t wait forever, you know, and she knows it’s going to happen eventually. when has may ever been wrong?

word count : 3k

author’s note : long time no see?? LOL sophomore year is successfully kicking my ass but i wrote this and it’s semi long so?? 

   May Parker prides herself on a lot of things- namely, her stunning resilience in the face of immense adversity, and the way she just seems to know things. She can’t help it, it’s her not so lame superpower and she uses it on Peter all the time, much to his annoyance. She earns a roll of the eyes whenever she says something out of the blue, so profound Peter can’t help but contemplate its credibility for the hours that follow their interactions. She knows things, she does, and she knows that you and her nephew are as meant to be as her and Ben were- are, she chastises herself sometimes- and she knows it so truly in the deepest recesses of her heart that the fact that you and Peter aren’t together is something that goes right over her head. 

   “Peter, hon, when’s your girl coming over? I miss having other ladies in the house,” she says one day, interrupting the silence that had settled upon the pair  as Peter recited the periodic table of elements so naturally in his head in preparation for a quiz the following day. Peter loses track somewhere between lithium and beryllium or maybe it was phosphorus, he doesn’t know anymore, when he hears May call you that, his girl, and he shakes his head at her wildly. “What? What’d I say?” May points her wooden spoon at him, and Peter’s reminded that she’s Italian for the fifth time that day. 

   “May, she’s not- she’s not my, like, girlfriend,” he stresses each syllable the word carries, practically throwing his pencil across the table when he turns his chair to get a better view of his aunt as she prepares dinner- pasta, again, because she claims it’s the only thing she can’t possibly mess up. “You know that! Y/N’s been my best friend forever.” 

    “You realize you can be best friends with your girlfriend, don’t you?” Peter can sense May’s eyes rolling even though he can’t see her since she’s facing the stove with her back turned. “You two have definitely kissed. You can’t tell me you haven’t.” 

    Peter’s entire face feels hot when she says that, his hands clammy when he presses them together against his cheeks, placing his elbows on the table to prop his head up. “That’s embarrassing, May. Why would you ever ask me that?” He runs his hands through his hair and the gel is so terribly packed on it that the carefully prepared hairstyle comes undone with one swift movement. “We haven’t, in case you’re wondering, which I know you are because you’re nosy.” Peter feels the spoon lightly poke into his back, a playful warning. 

   “Anyways,” May continues loudly, “as I was saying before, your girlfriend should come over for dinner sometime this week. I’m making pasta.” She grins before placing a bowl of penne in front of Peter, his least favorite pasta shape. Peter scowls at the penne but picks up his fork anyway and shoves some in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully for a moment before giving May a thumbs up. At least she was proud of it. “I won’t make penne if you get her to come over.” 

    She knows she’s got him when she sees the slow, unsure nod start. He sticks his hand out, and May shakes it happily. “Only because of the penne. I want bowties. Please,” he gives his aunt his best, brightest, sweetest smile he can form, much like the ones that come so naturally when he turns his gaze to look at you- but May won’t bring that up just yet. “And don’t make girlfriend jokes in front of her.” His utensil stabs into the pasta as he thinks to himself, ‘cause if you keep it up in front of her, she’ll think I’m a weirdo and I’ll never genuinely get to call Y/N that, ever. Honestly, he’d much rather launch himself headfirst off of the Empire State Building than never get to experience kissing you, holding your hand, being with you in all those sorts of hopelessly romantic ways that he daydreams about regularly. He’s doing it again, slipping into that endless reverie he always seems to find himself lost in. But it’s okay. His mind is a chasm of soft loves and sweet words shared between the two of you. It’s a beautiful, long mess of a dream. 

   “You lost, Pete?” May snaps her fingers in front of his face, bemused. 

    “A little,” he sighs in that dreamy tone she recalls her own self indulging in so fondly in her younger years. His gaze becomes hazy again, like he’s on another plane entirely, but she lets him be. For now. 

    Peter knows he’s dressing up a little too much for just a friend. He’s spraying too much strong cologne and gelling his hair excessively and praying you won’t notice the fact that it’ll be dryer than the leaves in the wintertime, but it’s all too much for someone he insists is his best friend and his best friend alone, nothing more and nothing less, certainly not his girlfriend. Never that, right? Peter frowns at his reflection and tilts his head down, rubbing his head in attempt to remove most of the gel that had been a serious mistake in the first place. You preferred his hair curly, anyway. Not that he cared. Not in the slightest. He puts on the sweater that you once said looked lovely on him and he wears his nice jeans, the ones without that stupid hole near the butt cheek that you can’t really see unless you’re trying

   His cheeks flush when May gives a tiny, satisfied smirk upon seeing his perfectly put together outfit. He acts as if no time at all was spent on his appearance, but she knows him, like she knows everything else, and she knows that he’s been holed up in the bathroom for over twenty minutes now trying to see which shirt matched his eyes best and debating the chances of you realizing that this was the sweater you liked the most on him before he put it on and beamed at himself in the mirror. Maybe it was the color or the stitching or the fabric but he was starting to like this one much more, too. 

   “You look very handsome, sweets,” May says to him, squeezing his shoulder as she brushes past him to place a salad on the table. Peter surveys the salad with a strange look on his face. 

   “Why’d you make a salad? Since when does Y/N eat salad?” He raises his eyebrows at her, before adding with haste, “not that I don’t love your salad, Aunt May, ‘cause I do. I promise.”  

   Aunt May places her hands on her hips, peering at him through the tops of her glasses in a way that makes her look too wise for someone as young as she was. “I’m making a good impression, obviously.” 

   “You’ve known her for like ten years now, the time for good impressions is over, May. You missed your chance.”

   “This is the first time I’m seeing Y/N as your girlfriend, though!” Peter lets out the loudest groan imaginable, running his hands over his cheeks and slapping his forehead with great vexation. 

   “Still not my girlfriend,” he insists on insisting, taking the extra plates out of her busy hands and helping to set the small kitchen table. 

   May smooths back a loose strand of hair from his forehead with a kind, teasing grin on her face. “Doesn’t mean you don’t want her to be, kiddo.” 

   He can’t possibly argue with that sort of logic, especially not when his aunt hits the nail right on the head in that peculiar way she has a habit of doing, so he just smiles and kisses May on the cheek. There’s a knock on the door less than a second later, and the pair scramble for the upper hand before Peter beats her to it and nearly flies to grab the handle of it and yank it open so he can greet you accordingly, slightly out of breath with his hair flopping to one quite nicely and a joyous smile making its way across his mouth when he sees you for the first time that day. May hovers earnestly behind him, hands fluttering over her nephew’s shoulders so she can push past him to wrap you in a hug if need be. Sometimes Peter has the impression that May adores you even more than he does; he wasn’t sure if he should be glad for that, or a bit offended that you seemed to return the blatant favoritism with ardency. 

   There was a brief second where your eyes raked over your best friend’s face with soft admiration, hidden as carefully as you could manage. When you met his appreciative gaze you felt the palms of your hands clam up and so you cast your look back to his aunt and playfully pushed past him to give her a hug. 

   Peter, offense overriding his previously somewhat moonstruck expression, backed away from you when you finally turned toward him with your arms outstretched. “Oh, now I get a hug? Interesting,” he rolls his eyes in a teasing manner, unable and unwilling to conceal his little, loving smile that appeared when you pried his arms off his chest and defiantly wrapped them around yourself as you hugged him. “Didn’t seem so interested in hugging me when you were shoving me away to get to May,” he says, craning his neck to stare at you whilst continuing to drag the embrace out for as long as possible. 

   “You’re still my favorite Parker,” you reply, poking his chest lightly. Then you turn away before you can say anything else that could be considered too revealing of certain, carefully concealed feelings that had the possibility of being detrimental to a beautiful friendship that had manifested over the years into something more, but not quite, not yet. “Sort of,” you put as an afterthought, lest he get any ideas about you feeling… something for him. “Anyways, what’s for dinner, May?” You anticipate pasta, and when May announces the dish with a great flourishing of her hand, you grin. Typical, yes, but nothing if not welcomed. 

  Peter, gentleman that he is, pulls out your chair for you, and you let yourself imagine that he’s doing it as a chivalrous boyfriend and not simply a polite friend. He imagines the same, though. Imagines that he’s on a date with you and he pulls out your chair and smiles kindly and lovingly- and he basks in this image for as long as he can. May calls you over then, and the daydream is shattered. You make your way over to her in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. 

   May lowers her voice before speaking, “Y/N, I’m gonna need you to explain something to me,” she starts. You nod, raising your eyebrows at her. “Explain why you and Peter aren’t together yet. Honestly, honey, I just can’t understand it.” She talks with her hands the way Peter does. 

   “Uh- what? I, um, I don’t… understand?” Your voice cracks a little, as if having May practically shove your less than friendly feelings for Peter back in your face wasn’t embarrassing enough. “We’re, um, you know, like, friends.” 

   Her hand waves dismissively, pushing that sentence away. “No, no, see that’s what he said, too! I have to disagree. I know everything, kiddo, and I know that you two are going to make it as a couple, so if that’s what your afraid of, don’t be. Go for it. I see the same thing in him that I see in you right now, and that thing is love. So, I’m going to need you to go make my nephew the happiest kid on Earth and tell him you’re falling in love with him, and you’ll see that he’s going to say the same thing to you. Trust me. Aunt May knows all,” she shrugs in a casual manner, brushing her confidence off, before she steers you around and gently pushes you back toward the tiny dining room table where Peter sits awkwardly fiddling with his thumbs with his lip caught between his teeth. 

   “Hi,” you almost whisper, settling down in your seat across from him. 

   He glances up. “Hey,” he says, smiling again. A reflex, in your presence. He clears his throat, then asks, “So, what’d you and May talk about?” He knows May loves him as if he were her son, which for all intents and purposes he is, but he can’t be sure of her secrecy. He wouldn’t put it past his aunt to let slip “accidentally” that he liked you, loved you, cared for you. 

   You take a sip of your glass of water that Peter must have filled in your absence from the table. You had a tendency to take sips of your drink when in uncomfortable conversations, or conversations you felt nervous in. He notes that. “Oh, um, nothing really… but if were gonna talk about it, I’d wanna do it in, like, private?” You twirl your straw around your drink, mixing the ice in the glass. Peter abruptly stands from his chair. You watch him sling a jacket around his shoulders and throw one of his sweaters at you, which you catch easily. “You wanna go now?” 

   He nods, licking his lips anxiously. “No better time than the present, right?” If you’re going to confront him and crush his heart with a single sentence that stands along the lines of I see you as a friend, he wants it done sooner rather than later. He wants it over with, so he can go back to his suffering in comfortable silence and start an attempt to move past this crush the way he had easily drifted away from his crush on Liz Allan. You fumble with the sweater as you stand. “May, we’re gonna step out for a bit!” Peter announces, opening the front door of his apartment and letting you slip out first. He doesn’t wait for her response before he disappears, too. May watches the two of you leave and feels her heart grow twice its size. 

  You’re standing outside the apartment building ten minutes later in the chilly autumn breeze, thankful for the cologne scented sweater that rests over your body like a warm blanket. Peter’s hands are never cold, and so they linger outside of his pockets as opposed to yours, shoved inside the front pocket of the sweater he’s given you. He reaches for your hands wordlessly and rubs them over his. “You’re always freezing,” he laughs quietly, lacing his fingers through yours with a new burst of confidence that you find endearing as you squeeze his hands. “Hey, wanna know something? You might know it already but, I figure I should tell you myself, if you wanna know.” He swings his hands back and forth, and yours swing along with his. 

   “Yeah, please,” you insist, twisting your head to the side to sweep the windswept hair out of your face. One of Peter’s hands comes up to brush it out of the way, typical and cliche and an overplayed move but none of that matters when the action is being carried out, because it makes your stomach constrict in that funny way and your heart melt into a puddle on the dirty sidewalk. His fingers linger over the softness of your cheek, and he keeps his hand there to see what you’ll say about it. You say nothing, let remain there. “You gonna tell me or not?” 

  “Should I- I could maybe…” he sucks on the bottom of his lip. “Forget it, I don’t know how to speak properly around you like this.” You start to protest, demand he tell you because you won’t be able to stop thinking about this if he doesn’t, but every word dies before it can touch the edge of your lips. Peter has his head lowered down toward you and he’s kissing you, a thought that’s crossed your mind more times than you were able to count but now, it’s happening. Real lips pressed against yours feverishly, shyness forgotten in the heat of the moment. When he pulls away first, it returns and collides with him as if he’s hit a brick wall, and his cheeks burn red. He makes no move to back away, still. “D-Did I step out of line? Was that okay? Do you hate me? ‘Cause if you do we can go back upstairs or you can leave and then on Monday we can pretend that this never happened because you’re still my best friend no matter what even if it’s awkward-” 

   Your hands clasp together around the back of his neck as you yank him down toward you again, and this time you kiss him back. You can feel him smiling so hard it makes it difficult to kiss him, but when you break away to tell him that, he just laughs and smiles harder and keeps kissing you. He doesn’t know how to stop now that’s he had the opportunity. You’re both laughing hysterically and trying to kiss properly and his nose bumps against yours repeatedly, and it’s the most perfect first kiss in the world. 

   He keeps his hand firmly grasped in yours when you go back upstairs to his seventh floor apartment, opens the door for you and everything. May is sitting at the table, turns her head to the both of you and peers at you from the top of her glasses. Peter raises his hand and yours, triumphant. May claps her hands together as he, your boyfriend, declares proudly, “Aunt May, I would like to formally introduce you to my girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, who I hope will be sticking around?” He looks to you for reassurance, and gets what he needs from the happy kiss you bestow upon the side of his face. 

   “I told you two I know everything!” Is what breaks the joyous silence, and then the laughter starts again; a perfectly lovely family. 

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The Hottest Day of the Year//Finn Wolfhard x Reader

It was the hottest it had been all summer, and you and Finn were outside in your pool. Millie and Gaten were on their way, and Caleb and Noah were five minutes down the road. Since your parents were out of town they had agreed to let you have everyone over for a couple of days, just to catch up and have fun. Since Finn had been filming IT and you had been involved in various photo shoots and interviews for your upcoming movie, there hadn’t really been a chance to meet up with each other.

Your phone started ringing so you climbed out of the pool and went to answer it. It was Caleb.

“Hey.” You said when picking up the phone
“Hey, we’re literally just coming round the corner right now.”
“Okay, I’ll come and open the gates.”
“Alright. See you soon.”

Despite being soaked you ran through your house, out of your front door, and down your driveway to open the gates. After typing in the pin, the metal gates automatically opened. Finn came out behind you, soaking wet too. About a second after, Caleb’s Range Rover pulled in with his dad behind the wheel. Noah and he both got out of the back with their bags. Noah looked even taller the last time you saw him if that was even physically possible.

“Hey guys,” Noah said with a smile,“I can’t believe how hot it is.”
“Of course it’s hot,” Smirked Caleb, “I’m here.”
“Oh yeah, I’m sure that’s the reason.” Finn rolled his eyes earning him a smack on the shoulder from Caleb and a laugh from Noah. You, however, was distracted as Gaten and Millie had arrived. As soon as Millie’s feet hit the ground she launched herself at you, dropping her bag on the floor without a care in the world.
“Y/N!” She squealed
“Millieeeeee!” You giggled and hugged her back having missed her for so long. Gaten was congratulating Finn on his work on IT.

After greeting each other you headed inside. After everyone had put their bags down and changed into swimwear, you went out into the hot afternoon sun. The cool water was as inviting as ever, not that you had long to admire it. Gaten had come up behind you and pushed you in. As you hit the water you felt instant relief since it was so cold, but that was short lived because as soon as you were up you reached over the edge and pulled Gaten in. Soon, everyone was in the pool, splashing each other, jumping on each other’s backs and getting pushed off. It was great to be with everyone again.

Later on that afternoon…
It had been a couple of hours since everyone had arrived. Since then you and Noah had made fresh lemonade. All of the boys were sat on the sun loungers in the shade while you and Millie had your feet in the water, your sunglasses on and cold drinks in your hands. You weren’t giving in to the heat so quickly.

“So,” Millie said in a quiet voice, “Are you going to tell Finn?”
Your heart leaped in your chest.
“Te-tell him what?” You try your hardest to sound indifferent, but that wasn’t happening
“Oh come on Y/N!” She whisper-shouted, “I’ve seen the way you look at him! You haven’t been doing a wonderful job of hiding it!”
“I haven’t?”
“Most definitely not, no.”
“Anyway, I think you should tell him. Especially since you live so close to him. At least you wouldn’t have to deal with only seeing each other every so often.”
She had a point. You did and always had lived close to Finn, which was quite fitting the more you thought about it.
“I’ll see how I go Millie. I might tell him.”
“I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”

It was dark outside by this point so the decision was made to go inside. You had ordered pizza and were now eating it upstairs in the movie room. After an argument about what to watch, Finn had stood up, snatched the remote out of Gaten’s hand and had put a film on just to shut everyone up. You were more than happy with his choice as it happened to be one of your favorites.
Millie had been extremely sly and made sure that you and Finn were the only two left without a seat on the sofa. Without any discussion you had both sat down on one of the cuddle chairs together, pulling the blanket off of Caleb before doing so as he’d stolen the seat you wanted. You certainly didn’t have a problem with this, and it didn’t seem as though Finn did either.

About halfway through the movie, you decided to go down and get a drink. After announcing this, everyone decided that they wanted one too, so you were left with tea duty. After filling the kettle and switching it on you heard footsteps running down the stairs. It was Finn.

“I came down to see if you needed any help.”
“Thanks,” You smiled, “Apparently I’m the maid tonight.”
Finn laughed and went over to the fridge to get the milk out while you poured in the water. You were very, very conscious of his presence.
“You know Y/N,” he said, “I saw the trailer for your new movie yesterday. I literally cannot wait to see it.”
“I can’t wait to see IT! I’ve already preordered tickets.” You looked up at Finn and saw him blush, causing you to smirk.

As carefully as you could you took the tea upstairs. As there were six of you, you and Finn had to make two trips, and by the time you had sat back down together, you had missed the best part of the film.
Once it was finished you all decided to watch another one, but you didn’t last long. The day had made its mark on you, and without hesitation, you fell asleep next to Finn.

You woke up to the feeling of someone’s arm around you. Slowly, you opened your eyes and saw Finn’s sleeping face right opposite yours. His arm was holding carelessly onto your waist and his other was resting on your leg that was slung over his. To put it lightly, you were tangled. And it made your heart skip a beat. Or two.
You didn’t want to move in case you woke him. In all honesty, you didn’t really know what to do. Finn decided for you. He opened his eyes and smiled. You thought you were going to go into cardiac arrest.

“Morning.” He whispered

That was it. You were done waiting. Not caring about the others in the room, you kissed him lightly on the lips. When you parted you rested your forehead against his, smiling the entire time. It was so utterly perfect. Well, it would have been if it wasn’t for Noah and Millie shrieking and taking a picture of the two of you.

Noah literally shouted this so loudly that it woke Gaten and Caleb up.

You loved every single person in that room with all of your heart, especially Finn.

@dauntless-initiate-hola this is for you! I’m also writing some more! This just turned into a Finn x reader. I’m going to write a Wyatt one because I’m Wyatt Oleff trash idk about you… I might also do another Gaten Matarazzo one ❤ Let me know if you’d like anything else in particular x

okay but let’s be honest mike and el are probably THE most annoying couple on the entire planet, especially to their friends

  • el is always wanting to kiss mike no matter who is around and max is probably the one to call her out on it telling her that no, she can’t just kiss him whenever she wants and mike is probably like “ummMM YES SHE CAN” and then el probably kisses him again and it’s just a cycle
  • and every time this does happen lucas always groans and dustin pretends to be throwing up and will blushes and it’s just a mess
  • also mike and el are always holding hands whether it’s walking in the hallways or watching a movie together or they’re sitting together at the d&d table and “really, michael?! you’re going to play with ONE HAND?! this is going to take us forever!” 
  • mike also always calls el “beautiful” and it always earns them an eye roll bc really? he’s gonna call her beautiful when she’s just wearing the sweatpants that he outgrew and her hair is an actual mess??
  • OH and they always say “promise” to each other, which is probably the most annoying thing they could do because it’s always after mundane things like literally, no they don’t have to promise each other that they’ll see each other soon, they’re just going to be separated for third period!!!
  • mike and el of course though know that sometimes they can be a little irritating so they try to give their friends a break from them and spend time alone together but then they also get annoyed at them for not hanging out with them and they end up on their walkie talkies (”what’s so important that you can’t come to the arcade? were you guys making out?” “maybe” “EW MIKE GROSS WE DON’T WANT TO KNOW” “YOU WERE THE ONE WHO ASKED”)
  • when they do end up going it’s always mike giving el a ride on his bike and they always notice how gentle mike is with her when he helps her get down from the bike and the way she smiles softly up at him and okay maybe it is a little cute how they look at each other, but no they are never going to admit it out loud 
being the middle wheeler child [headcanons]

Originally posted by stilinskikissme

Request: @xbarrjallenx said “can I please request a ‘being mike and nancy’s sister…’ head canon? thank you!“

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x Reader (platonic, family), Nancy Wheeler x Reader (platonic, family), Steve Harrington x Reader (oops it’s romantic)

this is so long and all over the place and i’m thinking of doing a steve story based on this headcanon. thoughts?

  • being a Wheeler has made your life…interesting.
  • to start, you’re the awkward middle child, three years older than Mike and a year younger than Nancy.
  • even though you’re closer in age to Nancy, you can’t help but feel closer to Mike.
  • you‘ve always been the one who watches over them during their campaigns, even joining in when you get bored of doing homework
  • (the whole party loves you)
  • ((in fact, Dustin, Lucas, and Will all have secret crushes on you but shh))
  • but of course you’re still pretty close with Nancy
  • I mean
  • who else are you gonna go to for advice?
  • and gossip?
  • she’s your role model.
  • surprisingly, you fit in with the popular crowd at school
  • which means that you catch the attention of King Steve fairly quickly.
  • you can’t help but fall for the big-haired dork
  • I mean, he hangs out with you a lot and he’s actually showing interest in you
  • just when you think he’s about to ask you out…
  • he goes after Nancy.
  • you can’t help but feel heartbroken
  • and Mike notices, so he tries to distract you, using D&D in order to keep your attention focused away from Steve & Nancy
  • when Will goes missing, things get worse
  • you thought Steve asking Nancy out hurt?
  • imagine losing someone who you’ve known all your life.
  • you go to the search party, tears in your eyes as you search for little Byers
  • when you don’t find anything, you sneak out with the boys
  • you’re just as surprised as they are when you find Eleven
  • you are the one who she trusts the most
  • you give her your old clothes and help the boys set up a small fort in your basement
  • this whole thing has definitely kept your mind off Steve
  • too bad Nancy has to ruin it and drag you to his house the next night.
  • the party is lame (in your opinion) but you just don’t want to see Steve and Nancy making out
  • so when Barb cuts herself, you jump at the chance to leave
  • you take Barb’s side in her argument with Nancy, causing Nancy to say some pretty mean stuff to you
  • (like, even Tommy and Carol are shocked)
  • ((so is Steve but he decides to stick with Nancy instead of you))
  • so you stand up straight and hold back your tears, following Barb outside..
  • …where you are both taken by the Demogorgon.

  • you wake up disoriented, not knowing where you are
  • you’re blinded by bright lights, and when your eyes adjust, you can’t help but smile.
  • sitting around you are Lucas, Dustin, Mike, and Will.
  • you shift around, trying to get comfortable
  • this automatically wakes up Mike, which wakes up Dustin, which wakes up Lucas, which wakes up Will
  • the four boys surround you in a hug before Mike sits up straight, grinning widely.
  • in stumbles Nancy, eyes red and swollen and hair all over the place
  • she lets out a sob as she throws herself on you, apologizing profusely as she realizes just how close she had come to losing you
  • you’re super confused for a few minutes before it all comes back to you
  • Eleven, Barb, Will, the place that the kids now call the “Upside Down”
  • your eyes widen as you look at Mike
  • please tell me no one is dead.”
  • Mike looks at Nancy, who looks right back at him
  • they speak in unison
  • El is gone”
  • “Barb is gone”
  • you look down slightly before getting up, making your way to the door before you feel your legs give out 
  • you begin to fall, feeling two sets of arms steady you
  • woah there kid. take it easy.”
  • it’s Jim Hopper, who you haven’t seen this sober in years. 
  • (Y/N) you’re awake!”
  • all of a sudden, you’re being embraced by someone and you can’t help but smile as you recognize the familiar scent of Farrah Fawcett Hairspray.

  • things are finally going back to normal
  • no Demogorgon and no Upside Down to worry about
  • but then Christmas comes along
  • and you wake up sick
  • your mom forces you to stay in bed, and you listen
  • until you end up in the bathroom, throwing up like crazy.
  • when you see the weird slug coming out of you, you calmly stand up, flush the toilet, and sprint all the way to the Byers household
  • you flinch slightly at Joyce’s smiling face, not wanting to ruin her day
  • you ask her permission to talk to Will and she agrees, knowing that you two are the only ones who understand each other.
  • Will admits that he’s experiencing the same things as you but makes you promise not to tell anyone.
  • you reluctantly agree and he smiles before hugging you.
  • I’m scared (Y/N)”
  • you can’t help but feel protective over Will but you can’t find it in you to lie to him and tell him it’ll all be alright.
  • so you settle for the truth
  • me too Will. me too.”
  • you reject Jonathan’s offer to drive you back home, and although Joyce is worried, she knows that you need the time to yourself.
  • you’re stopped on your way home by a honk
  • you look up slowly to see Steve Harrington leaning our the window of his car
  • hey Wheeler. what’s a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?”
  • you scoff and roll your eyes before walking away, only for him to follow you up the road.
  • c’mon Wheeler. what’d I do?”
  • Steve eventually gets out of the car and catches up to you, grabbing your wrist and bringing you in, eyes widening when you start crying
  • he wraps you in his arms and carries you to his car before driving off
  • wanna talk about it?” he gently asks. you nod.
  • and so you spill everything
  • and by ‘everything’, I mean
  • e v e r y t h i n g
  • the vague things you remember from the Upside Down, admitting that you remember Barb dying. everything.
  • including your crush on him and your heartbreak over his relationship with Nancy
  • yet you keep your promise to Will, and don’t say a word about the slugs
  • Steve stares at you for a moment before grabbing your cheeks and leaning in
  • your eyes widen and just as his lips brush over yours,
  • you open the door and dart out of the car, running all the way home
  • you couldn’t kiss Steve. you couldn’t do that to Nancy.
  • you start to avoid Steve, even though he always tries to talk to you about it
  • you spend even more time with the kids, immersing yourself in Mike’s search for Eleven.

  • soon enough, it has been nearly a year since the events with the Upside Down
  • you find yourself struggling, visions of that place becoming more and more frequent
  • until it all culminates on Halloween
  • you get dragged to Tina’s party by Jonathan 
  • and you’re actually having fun, until Nancy and Steve get into their fight
  • Steve comes up to Jonathan, telling him to take Nancy home before turning to you
  • you stare at each other until Jonathan comes back, Nancy in his arms
  • you turn and walk away with Jonathan, grabbing his car keys in order to open the door for him
  • After placing Nancy in the car, you realize you forgot your purse so you go back, telling Jonathan to go ahead without you
  • you hear a small shriek from the woods behind the house and can’t help but go near it
  • you find some sort of small creature, which runs when it sees you.
  • you follow it all the way to the Henderson’s home before deciding to turn back…
  • only to find yourself in the Upside Down once again
  • you notice a large shadow looming over the town, and your anxiety skyrockets.
  • the thing makes its way towards you and all of a sudden, you’re in Jim Hopper’s arms.
  • you can’t speak. everything that comes out of your mouth are broken stutters
  • so Hopper takes you to a small, rustic cabin
  • where you find
  • “(Y/N)!!”
  • all of a sudden you’re tackled by a curly head of hair
  • Eleven?”
  • Hopper tells you everything that has happened since last year 
  • you’re just really happy that El is okay.
  • soon you have to go back, promising that you won’t tell anyone about El.
  • you eventually get dragged into the whole thing with Dart, and you have to run around looking for him
  • you run into El, and quickly help her get out of the school, narrowly avoiding Mike
  • you burst outside and find yourself back in the Upside Down
  • Will stands there, gaping at the weird shadow monster
  • you quickly run to Will, trying to get the monster away from him
  • you’re successful but know that it has infected Will.
  • ((you are unaware that a part of it has entered you now as well))
  • you try and help Joyce with Will, and eventually help Bob figure out where Hopper is located but you don’t go with them
  • Mike doesn’t want to let you go but you assure him that you’re going straight home
  • you arrive home, where you run into Dustin
  • and eventually Steve
  • the burning of the tunnels hurt both you and Will, although it hurts Will significantly more
  • Dustin and Steve don’t know what to do
  • eventually, y’all go to the junkyard, where you meet up with Max and Lucas.
  • the kids are all busy arguing, leaving you and Steve alone
  • hey (Y/N), I think it’s time we talk about what happened last Christmas.”
  • “no offense Steve, but now is not really the best time for that.”
  • Steve is so done with you ignoring him but before he can do anything about it, you’re all stuffed inside the bus waiting for the demodogs.
  • you’re on the floor with a demodog about to devour you when all of a sudden, they’re called off.
  • the first thing Steve does when he picks you up is dip you into a dramatic kiss, causing all the kids to groan
  • what about Nancy?”
  • “we broke up the night of Tina’s party. turns out she never loved me and I never loved her. we were always focused on other people.”
  • you eventually make your way to Hawkins Labs, meeting up with everyone else.
  • Nancy hugs you super tightly
  • so, Jonathan huh?”
  • “so, Steve huh?”
  • you find Joyce, Hopper, Will, and Mike and quickly drive to the Byers household.
  • (Y/N) I thought you said you were going straight home!”
  • “shut up Michael. something got in the way.”
  • you quickly realize that you must be sedated as well
  • even though you’re not completely possessed, you’re still a risk
  • you manage to calm down Will when he wakes, and smoothly translate his message towards the others: CLOSE GATE.
  • you’re taken to Hopper’s cabin as well, and the virus comes out of you much more easily than it comes out of Will.
  • eventually, Will is freed and you just know that El has closed the gate.

  • a month later, you find yourself fixing Mike’s tie before the Snow Ball
  • you and Nancy are also going, being in charge of snacks and drinks, respectively.
  • you can’t help but chuckle as Dustin walks into the school, hair all puffed up just like Steve
  • you really can’t help but smile as Nancy walks over and asks to dance with him
  • you find yourself swaying softly to the music, leaning against the walls before..
  • can I have this dance?”
  • you look over to see Steve standing there, a goofy smile on his face as he looks at you
  • you gingerly place your hand in his and squeak as he tugs you closer to him
  • you smile fondly as you spot Mike kissing El and turn to Steve when you hear his laugh slightly
  • what?” you ask
  • it’s just, I don’t know why I didn’t ask you out last year.”
  • “well you were in love with Nancy.”
  • “that’s the thing (Y/N). I never was. it was always you that I was in love with. not her.”
  • you find yourself unable to speak as you pull Steve down, pressing your lips against his in a kiss that leaves him completely breathless.
  • you bounce apart when you hear a squeal and look up to see Nancy and Jonathan standing there, the latter holding a camera up.
  • Jonathan smirks before handing you a polaroid. “congrats.”
  • Nancy follows, leaning up towards Steve and whispering in his ear. “if I see her cry you’re dead Harrington. got it?”
  • Steve chuckles and nods before coming face to face with Dustin and Lucas. 
  • if you hurt her, I will break you, you son of a bitch!” Dustin exclaims.
  • if you ever get bored, call me.” Lucas says with a wink, causing Max to snort.
  • Mike and Eleven are the last to speak. 
  • if you ever do anything bad to her Harrington,” Mike starts.
  • yeah yeah. I get it. you’ll hurt me.” Steve interrupts.
  • Mike snorts before speaking.
  • no. i’ll let el come after you.”
  • you can’t help but laugh at Mike’s words, bringing him into a hug that soon draws Nancy in as well.
  • even though the past two years have been terrifying, you’re just glad that you had such amazing siblings with you every step of the way.

Tags: @delicrieux, @broken-pieces, @xbarrjallenx

All His Fault

In the large mansion, isolated from the bustling city, a place was covered in mystery, a place was covered in death. On these grounds, an atmosphere so thick laid like a blanket around the house, suffocating the people in it.

One shouts so loud that the people outside- the butler, chef, and gardener- cringe in hurt. They know what is real. They pack their backs and get ready to get out. They know what is happening. One, sadly, is still shrouded from it.

William shouts as loud as his lungs could give.

Damien? Celine? Come out! You got me! This was an elaborate prank, you got me, now, come out!”

At first, it was a call for them, come on, pleasepleasepleasecomeout. No one’s dead, right? But as time went on, it was becoming a chant. A chant of his heart, for his mind, to keep working, keep moving, keep calling. They’re not dead. They’re playing a prank.

“Come on William.” He whispered to himself, fiddling with his lenses. “Don’t lose it. Don’t lose it. D-Don’t…” He swallowed, a sharp short pain in his dry throat. “They’re not dead. Come on! Damien! Celine-!”

“William.” A voice calls from his back, and he looked at the corner of his eyes.  A cracked mirror. His friend, reflected on the smooth, jagged surface. A look of anger, vengeance, burning. “Stop.”

“You don’t understand, Mark.” He grits out in a faux happy tune, but both knew it was fake as it can get. “Those two- they were— are, my friends. For years!  And you know they love pranks. They’ve got to get out soon!”

The other man steps forward, and it was only this time did William register the familiar cane in his hands. A surge of disbelief ran through him, and blindly, as if his body knew what his mind wanted to do before it instructed him, walked briskly towards the other and snatched the cane, clutching it close to his chest.

“This- this isn’t yours. It’s Damien’s. Not. Not yours.” He stammered, not knowing why. Was it anger? Disbelief? Or was he hurting already? What did it feel to hurt? “You’re not supposed to hold it. It’s his. Mayor’s.”


“You shut your mouth!” He retaliated, hands shaking, and he felt his body drop. ‘Stop.’ He yelled desperately in his mind, a slow hysterical feel creeping in his internal voice. ‘Stand tall! At ease! Parade rest! God fucking-‘

A firm hand landed on his shoulder. A familiar touch, yet not so. It felt cold, as if owner’s anger that he was feeling was ice-hot. William blinked the tears from his eyes, and removed his glasses, drying the tears on them. And-how peculiar was that. He was on his knees. When was he on his knees? Did he do something wrong?

“Did I kill them?” He asked no one, no one in particular, absolutely removing anyone around him from his midst. He was alone in this room, wasn’t he? Or was the man behind him, no, not just a man, Mark, behind him? “No, no, I didn’t, right? Mark’s alive?”

“Yes. But-“

“Oh god. Oh god. Goodness gracious. I thought- and Celine, and Damien, and-and-and, and Y/N, right, I didn’t kill them?” He tried to stand, but his knees were too wobbly, and he had to balance himself upright. “Mark, I didn’t kill them?”

Mark didn’t answer. The anger that was projected on his face earlier waned, morphing into something drastic, pitying, hurting, all at once. “William- I, I’m trying to tell you, please, listen-“

William’s smile grew, a painful one, and his eyes, oh his eyes, filling up with hot tears.

“Mark, I didn’t kill them?!” He asked once more, and he stumbled, losing grip. He stared at the cane first before looking up at the other’s face. “T-Tell me, you’re alive?”

“I-“ Mark brought his hand up to his face, massaging his nose. “It’s hard to explain, but yes, I am alive, but- but not in the way that I used to be. William.” He bent down and gripped the steadily hysterical man. “William, listen to me. I am alive. But I- I am Celine. I am Damien. We’re both here, but- but we’re dead, William. Do you understand?”

The man stared at him, and Dark, who had been just letting his anger reign himself in, bit his lip, seeing the absolute pain in his eyes. Celine and Damien, in his conscious, struggled, gasped. Both tried to control themselves to project the man they wanted to take vengeance as.

Then they heard the ramblings. The ramblings, by god, the ramblings, they figured out, my god, where was their friend going?

“D-Damien in the body? C-Celine in the body? That’s- that’s great! They’re not dead! Mark’s not alive! That’s even greater! No one’s dead! No one’s dead! F-Fuck, no one’s dead!

However when they saw their childhood friend break, absolutely break, Dark knelt, and shed a few tears.

“William, please.” He looked at his friend. “William-“

The other man stood up, fast as lightning, and shouted upwards. “No one’s dead! They’re all alive! Hah! G-Good one, good one!” He smiled, a painstaking, hysterical, twisted, and deranged smile. “That must be pretty harsh! To be there in there! What do you call yourselves?”

In a small, but relenting voice, he whispered, “Dark.” And he winced at the bigger smile that took over his friend’s face. “William, do you understand what I’m trying to say?”

“Yes!” He smiled, and- were those tears? Tears of a man so far from reality. Tears from a man who can’t accept reality and forged his own. Tears that signified the great loss of a man.

Dark stood up, and looked at him, with baited breath. Celine and Damien’s friend’s sanity was long gone. In a broken giggle, William beamed widely.

“No one’s dead! No one is dead!”

And that was the final straw for Damien. In Dark’s mind, he paced gripped his lapels as hard as he can, and grinded out through his teeth his words.

He fucking did this to him! Look at him! Fuck, Celine!” He demanded, and Celine watched his tirade, eyes widening as she saw the anger overtake him. “He took everything away from us! He took me. I could deal with that. He took you, and I couldn’t. But- but William! The man was damaged enough as it is! That fucking son of a bitch-“

“Damien, please-“

“Don’t Damien please me, Celine!” His voice was getting higher. “No matter what we could do, magic arts or not, there is no way with helping William anymore! All he sees is Dark, Mark’s face, accommodating us, and we don’t have any way to show him that we’re here. He doesn’t comprehend it!” He yelled, watching her reactions. “You cannot tell me that I shouldn’t destroy his work, his loved ones, his life! Look at how he destroyed him without an ounce of thought!”

Celine bit her lip and exhaled. “Damien. I-“

A gunshot suddenly brought them out of their reverie. Dark blinked, looking at the scene in front of him. A bullet, on the floor, punctured. William, with a gun on his hand, looking lost, like a child without their parents. His eyes wide, he turned a questioning look at the other, who smiled in response.

“You weren’t responding to me.” He laughed, and something unsettling was in his eyes. “I just wanted to check if you were still there. With me. Alive.” He put the gun in his holster. “Y-You weren’t moving, and I know I didn’t put a bullet in you, so you couldn’t have died- but you weren’t moving anymore, so I figured, why not put a bullet on you?” He chuckled even louder. “That seems to bring people alive!”

Dark chose to be silent, and Celine could only sob in her hands, as Damien stood up tall in Dark’s subconscious, unyielding, and hateful. He watched his childhood friend, his comrade, the man he had grew up with, the man he sought out in times of trouble, break as if he was just a plaything; crumble, as if his sanity was just an insignificant sand in the wind; and disappear into a pit of madness, right before his eyes. 

He commanded Dark’s body to stand, and hug the other man, whispering reassurances that he was alive. William would nod and whisper “No one’s dead” again and again, further angering Dark.

This was all Mark’s fault. This was all Mark’s fault. Mark’s fault. Mark’s fault.

And he will pay.

So. What do you guys think? Hope you like it! Comments will be appreciated ahaaaa

Breaking the Rules - part 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader

SummaryModern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:1,957

Warnings: Hate to Love, Fake Dating, Snarky Remarks, Language

A/N: Okay, just a warning, there will be a lot of OCs in this series (mostly Bucky’s sisters and parents) Hope you like the first chapter :)

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by winter-barnes

You loved Natasha’s apartment. It was spacious and bright and she had a great view of the city. There was just one teeny-tiny itsy-bitsy problem… you hated her neighbour.

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

Natasha introduced you to Bucky a little over a year ago. Her fiancé, Clint, adored him and Bucky always stopped by their apartment. The boys would stay in the living room and watch TV while you and Natasha gossiped and drank wine in the kitchen.

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I-I Love Her Mr Barnes (Peter Parker x Barnes!Reader)

Originally posted by captainaudreystark

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Author’s note(s): @help-im-a-fan-girl IM SO SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT BBY <3

Summary: You’re dating Peter Parker, but what does your dad Bucky think?

“So…you’re dating someone, huh?”

The question caused (Y/N) to whip her head round so fast that she’d almost snapped her neck. She swivelled her chair around, so that she was fully facing the figure that leaned against the door frame of her bedroom. Standing there, was the girl’s father and almost instantaneously she could tell that he wasn’t happy. Steely blue eyes locked with her own (eye colour) orbs in a hard gaze as he stared at his daughter with pursed lips.  

(Y/N) looked down, twiddling her pen between her fingers as she bites her lip. The teenage girl knew how her dad was when it came to these types of things. He had always been overprotective of her and they’d always told each other every. He had every right to be mad, although he didn’t show it, she could feel it in the air, emitting from his brooding form.

Bucky was more than overprotective, that was for certain. After having her used as a leverage to be the winter soldier for years he had every right to be. The ex-war hero had left his girlfriend pregnant unknowingly when he went to war, when she was born, his daughter had been captured and raised by hydra until she was twelve, often threatened with torture if Bucky didn’t comply or refused training. The pair were kept in cyro and unfortunately Bucky lost all traces of his daughter after the collapse of hydra. She was left to fend for herself until Steve and the avengers found her when taking down hydra bases. Bucky and (Y/N) were later reunited during the civil war, where she had fought on Tony’s side.  

“Dad…” she murmured as he pushed himself off of the door frame, walking over to (Y/N)’s bed. He took a seat, running a hand through his freshly cut hair. He didn’t look at his daughter, scared of what emotions her face might convey. Steve had always told Bucky that this day would come, but he never thought it would come so soon. It hurt him, and it hurt to know that she’d kept it a secret from him.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” Bucky asked with a soft sigh, forcing himself to look at his daughter. Her soft (skin tone) face held a blank expression as she pondered over her answer. She knew this was a big deal to him, but she was scared of how he would react.

“Yes… eventually” she concluded, her straight posture deflating. Bucky only nodded into the silence of the dimly lit bedroom. (Y/N) found herself running her tongue over the dry skin of her lips as she thought about what to say next. “He’s a good guy dad, he treats me right, you can trust him”


Bucky didn’t trust very many people in his life, except for his daughter and Steve. So he certainly couldn’t trust anyone with his daughter. Especially after hydra. “Who is he anyways?” The super soldier asked casually, throwing himself backwards to lie on (Y/N)’s bed. He held his breath as silence swept over them, begging for them to be a random higher schooler and not-

“Peter Parker”

Bucky shot up so quickly that you could have mistaken him for Pietro. He looked at his daughter, eyes wide as he stared at her incredulously. “Stark’s kid?!”

Technically he’s not Tony’s child-“

“He almost ripped off my metal arm!”

“I mean, you were gonna punch him-“

“He’s-he’s spiderman!” Bucky yelled, causing (Y/N) to shrug nonchalantly. A small smile graced her lips as she twirled her chair back around to finish scribbling away at her homework.

“That just makes him cooler” she countered, the smirk on her lips evident in her voice. The older Barnes was fuming, not only was his daughter dating, but she was dating someone who could put her at risk. He didn’t want Peter near her, let alone kissing her or holding her hand. So he did the only thing logical that a father in this situation would do.

“I don’t want you seeing him anymore”

The sound of a pen clattering against the hard wood of the desk told Bucky that he’d captured his daughter’s attention. Except, she didn’t turn around to face him. He took this as a sign to continue. “He’s dangerous, an avenger and you didn’t tell me about him. So I don’t  see why I should give you my blessings to date”

“Get out” she whispered from her seat at the desk, not moving an inch.

“Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to young lady?”

“I said get out!”

And as if by magic, (Y/N) rose from her chair, eerily calm. She stalked her way over to her father,  clearly as brooding and as mad as he was minutes prior (she was just like Bucky, according to Steve). She looked up at him with a burning fire in her eyes before pushing him out of the room and slamming the door shut. She wasn’t in the mood for her dad’s bull, and knew if she’d said anything all hell would break lose.

All the while Bucky stood on the other side of his daughter’s bedroom door, wondering if he had made the best choice.





(Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully as she walked down the corridors of Midtown, a pile of heavy books in her arms as she made her way out of the school. Today had been a long day, she was tired and unhappy, mostly due to the events that took place the night before. Peter had caught onto her weird attitude early on in the day, when she didn’t greet him at his locker with her usual kiss, and  she the truth is, she had been avoiding him. With the knowledge that Peter would know something was wrong straight away, (Y/N) didn’t know if she could face her boyfriend.

The young Barnes made a sharp left as she headed for the exit of the school, making Peter slip and run after her. The couple suddenly came to a stop as (Y/N) tried to search for the car that would be picking her up, when Peter finally captured her attention.

“Did I do something wrong? “ The teen superhero asked breathlessly, bending down with his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. His brown hair was slightly askew, falling over his chestnut eyes as he panted. When his girlfriend, finally, turned to face him he straightened and offered her a sheepish smile. “Cause Ned and Michelle said they noticed something was off about you and seem to think that I’ve done something wrong and- Oh! If I did, I didn’t mean to make you upset because I love you and I never want to hurt you- but you didn’t seem mad at me specifically but I-“

(Y/N) smiled at her boyfriend’s sweet rambling before she pressed a quick chaste kiss to his lips. A red dust rose on Peter’s cheeks as she pulled away, causing him instinctively to rub the back of his neck out of shyness. “You didn’t do anything wrong baby!” (Y/N) murmured frantically, trying to clear up any confusion. “It’s just that my dad and I got into a disagreement last night and he doesn’t really want me to see you-“

Peter shook his head, dumbfounded as he adjusted his bag strap. “He doesn’t want you to see me? But I thought he knew about us”

“Haha funny story-“ The younger Barnes giggled nervously as she spotted her dad leaning against a slick black car, a can of soda in his metal hand. “Look Peter, it’s hard to explain, I’ll text you okay?”

The teen superhero quirked a brow as his girlfriend looked up at him with a pleading look, almost begging him to let her go. He sighed, letting a small smile cross his lips as he nodded. He couldn’t help but feel all warm inside as (Y/N) kissed his cheek gratefully, when she tried to pull away Peter sneakily snuck an arm around her waist, pulling her in for an actual kiss on the lips. He could feel her form relax in his arms as they continued to kiss outside of the school’s entrance, that was until she went rigid and quickly forced herself away from him.

The brunette boy opened his eyes in confusion, feeling a presence behind his back. Only to turn around and be met with the, obviously pissed gaze of Mr James Buchanan Barnes himself.

“Oh shi-“

“(Y/N) get in the car” Bucky seethed, looking down at the young couple. She looked up at the dark haired male, a fire setting ablaze in her (eye colour) eyes. The two Barnes had a small stare off, until (Y/N) gave up with a huff. She turned to Peter with an evil glint in her soft hues before pressing a lasting kiss against his lips. She swivelled around, a smirk playing at her lips before she got in the car and slammed the door shut.

Bucky eyed Peter, his dark oceanic hues wondering over the boy’s nervous form. Bucky could see a completely different side of the masked hero now, he wasn’t confident, cocky, a smart ass. No. He was a regular, nerdy teenage boy who just so happened to be in a relationship with his daughter.

Bucky didn’t like that.

“H-he-heyy Mr B-barnes” The brunette boy stuttered, running his hand through his glossy locks nervously. Peter offered the older male a sheepish smile only for it to be returned with a deadly glare. “Ho-how’s your arm doing?”

Bucky grunted and let a cruel glare grace his lips as she watched the younger boy stutter nervously. “I’m sorry about your metal arm by the way, it’s… it’s a great arm you know? Of course you would, I mean it’s attached to you just like other body parts how stupid of me! It’s probably really useful too, y’know? It doesn’t just swing around between your legs- Wait I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just you know-I uh-uhhh” Peter rambled our of fear, taking a step back with each syllable. “You know what? I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

The Winter Soldier laughed, walking over to the young boy, who flinched away as if he was going to get hit. “Now you listen here kid,” The ex-assassin growled menacingly. “I made it perfectly clear to (Y/N)  that I don’t want her seeing you anymore… now if you wanna walk away from this you’re gonna keep away from her, got it?”

Peter unconsciously felt himself nod but he knew (Y/N) would be rolling her eyes in annoyance. Bucky smiled wickedly at the boy, patting him on the shoulder before heading to the drivers side of the car. The webbed superhero knew he was going to regret this.

“Mr Barnes I can’t, I really like your daughter”

Bucky froze, his metal hand crushing the can that he held in it, Peter jumped before quickly swallowing the lump in his throat as he tried to look at the ex-hydra agent fearlessly. The super soldier’s brows furrowed as he wondered what could have possibly been running through this kid’s head that would make his question a well trained assassin. “Why?” Bucky questioned simply, wanting to know what the spider-powered hero’s intentions were for his daughter. He’d hoped it was something stupid, self-centred and shallow. Bucky needed a logical explanation for coming between the two.

“B-because I really like her l” Peter started, looking down and shifting from foot to foot. “She gets me, she didn’t judge me like other kids, she cares. She’s always there for me and makes every day better than the last. Please Mr Barnes, you have to understand…”

The older male just nodded, swiping a cool metal finger across his nose before getting in the car and driving away, leaving dumbfounded Peter Parker behind.

Bucky watched with a small smile as (Y/N) sat with the avengers. It was a Friday night and everyone was tired from missions and school, so they had decided to put on a movie and order some takeout. Bucky’s daughter was currently laying across the laps of three avengers, Thor was playing with her hair, smiling triumphantly to himself every time he’d braided it right. Clint  was occasionally poking (Y/N) in the tummy eliciting light chuckles from her every once in a while. While Steve was leaning on her legs, paying close attention to the movie that burst across the screen.

Sam, Wanda and Vision were seated on the floor in front of the longest couch, each had their gaze tied to the screen whilst Natasha, Bucky and Bruce sat on the smaller one. “She’s still mad at you” Natasha’s silky voice whispered into the darkness as Bucky looked away from (Y/N), he grunted in response as her turned to look at her but attentions was focused on the screen. “You know this isn’t just a phase, they really like each other”

Bucky rolled his eyes at his friend as she stood up before brushing down her clothes. “I’m going to get a drink, anyone want anything?”

The avengers all grunted in response before Natasha went into the kitchen. “Don’t all start screaming at once” she muttered sarcastically as Tony passed her on the way into the common room. He let out a small cough, trying to capture the attention of his friends. When they didn’t respond, he coughed again.

And again

And again

Oh my god Tony” Clint sighed in annoyance. “What do you want?”

The billionaire smirked. “I’m proposing a family dinner, we haven’t spent some time together in ages and I want to take you to a fancy restaurant”

The avengers groaned  in unison before (Y/N) piped up, lifting her head in interest. “You’re spending money on us? Free food? I’m down” she admitted rolling onto her side. Bucky couldn’t help the laugh that tumbled from his lips, his daughter had quite the obsession with food.

The avengers were now interested, dreaming of all the gourmet foods they could shove down their throats.

“Why now?” Natasha asked, weaving her way back into the common room with a tray of drinks, passing them around to her team mates.

Sam nodded in agreement, taking a sip of the cola that he’d received. “Yeah, why the sudden interest in spending time with us?”

Tony threw his hands up in frustration, looking at his team in annoyance. “What? Can’t I invite you out? offer you free food?”

The avengers and (Y/N) looked at each other, a knowing glint in their eyes. “No” Wanda murmured, pausing the movie that she wasn’t able to focus on. The team laughed at her blunt answer whilst Tony rolled his eyes, a small smile gracing his lips.

“It’s because you” The brunette scientist emphasised, pointing at Bucky who put his hands up in defence. “Won’t let Peter come over to the compound anymore, so I’m lonely and want to spend time with the people I hate. Plus (Y/N)’s cool”

Bucky sighed, shaking his head as his daughter let out a loud chuckle. She made finger guns at Tony, a large smile splaying on her lips. “Right back at you Tony!” She turned, over onto her back, before sitting up slightly in Clint’s lap. “Can we invite Peter? Please?



Bucky growled at Steve, narrowing his eyes at him. The enhanced super soldier smiled in response, glancing back at Tony. “I think that’s a great idea! He’s part of the team now!”

(Y/N) and Tony let out a cheer, high fiving each other in victory. Bucky sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he thought of ways to kill that meddling Steven Grant Rogers.

The restaurant Tony had booked for the team was grand. Anyone could tell just by looking at the entrance. There were two large windows either side of the mahogany double doors, made of double glazed glass filled with aqua blue water and the prettiest sea shells you’d ever seen. A red carpet had been rolled up to the front, signifying that only the wealthiest could afford there.

Inside was no different, crystal chandeliers hanging magnificently from the ceiling, cream marble floors stretching across the room. The restaurant was filled with fancy tables, white table cloths draping over them, candles dotted in the middle. Sky high tanks were scattered across the room, the most beautiful corals spiralling throughout.

Maybe that’s why (Y/N) was so nervous to enter, the rest of the avengers and her boyfriend  were waiting inside, probably laughing and having a good time. Perhaps the nerves that were clawing at her stomach weren’t down to the eliteness of the restaurant but instead the fact that she would be with her boyfriend and her father in the same room. The younger Barnes let out a shaky sigh, adjusting the pale pink skirt of her knee length dress while she waited for her dad to finish with the concierge.

Bucky was dressed equally as smart, fitted into a black tux, his hair slicked back like it used to be when he was young…before he was the winter soldier.  The man smiled down at his daughter, securing her in a warm embrace as he readied them to enter the restaurant. “You ready babygirl? “ he questioned with a smile, clearly forgetting that Peter would be there too.

The (hair coloured) girl just nodded nervously, as the begun to walk towards the entrance. “Wait, Dad?” She asked softly, grabbing his hand before it reached the door handle. “I-I… Dad you know I love you, but I love Peter too and I just want you to get along, so w-will you try not to be intimidating. Please.

Bucky sighed, as much as he didn’t like you dating, he didn’t like seeing his baby so nervous and wary… it reminded him of the days where they used to threaten her if he fell out of line. “Of course sweetheart” he murmured as they made their way inside.

As (Y/N) has suspected, her father’s teammates had left only two seats left for the pair. One opposite Peter and One next to him. The teenage girl hurriedly went to sit next to her boyfriend, pecking him on the cheek reassuringly when he noticed that Bucky was standing behind her. The spider-like teen was dressed in black jeans, a crisp dress shirt whilst he donned a black tie and (Y/N) couldn’t help but blush as she eyed him. God he was cute. The winter soldier slipped into the remaining seat, offering the teenage boy a small, what someone might call, a smile. Although to Peter, it looked much more like a grimace, but it would do.

Tony caught (Y/N)’s gaze from across the table after everyone said their hellos, revealing that they hadn’t ordered yet. She gave him a slight glare, despite the grin on her lips to which he returned. He’d purposely chosen this seating arrangement.

“I propose a toast” The genius, called out, capturing the attention of his dolled up co-workers. “To (Y/N) and Peter, for finally having the courage to face up to frosty the snowman over there”

The genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist sent a wink the young couples way as they blushed. A while later, orders were taken and hot, fresh food at been placed at the table. (Y/N) scooped up a spoonful of the soup that she’d ordered for a starter. She frowned, her brows furrowing. The soup was a bit more bland than expected.  She looked around the table, desperate for some pepper and maybe even some salt. The (eye coloured) girl let out a sigh of relief when she spotted the salt shaker across the table next to her father. He was busy engaged in a conversation but she didn’t hesitate to try.

Daddy, can you please pass the salt”

It was as if time slowed down when Peter and Bucky’s hands met at the salt shaker. The avengers fell silent, looking at one another in shock as Bucky pursed his lips, staring the younger superhero down. The brunette teen flushed red with embarrassment, he knew what everyone was thinking but he swore it wasn’t like that. He’d seen his girlfriend ask for the salt but thought that her dad was too busy to pass it over and-

M-mr Barnes I-“ he stammered, trying to find the right words to explain the mishap. The boy cursed himself when no more words came out. This was his chance to prove to Mr Barnes that he deserved (Y/N) . That he was a true gentleman that loved her, that wasn’t using her for money, power or recognition. But he couldn’t, his form was so fear stricken that he couldn’t bring himself to look at his girlfriend’s mortified face.

Bucky eyed the kid, hoping that he’d say something, speak out against his blunder. The dark haired Male, leaned back in his chair as an angry blaze ignited in his chest. When the boy said nothing, Bucky couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit of satisfaction, he didn’t want his daughter seeing anyone. She’d been through too much to get hurt again. It was now as clear as day to Bucky that Peter only wanted to get into her pants. With one last cold glare at the boy, Bucky rose from his seat leaving the table and heading to his car. Leaving two mortified teenagers in his wake.

(Y/N) tightly clutched Peter’s hand during  the car ride back to her home. When Bucky walked out, Peter quickly apologised and explained himself to his worrisome girlfriend. Of course she forgave him. She was too good to him. The rest of the dinner went by awkwardly, with Sam and Tony teasing earning some harsh slaps from Natasha and even Thor. Although the avengers knew the young couple wouldn’t go there. Tony offered her a ride home, Peter instantaneously deciding that he wanted to accompany (Y/N) back.

The three pulled up into the Barnes residence, the girl giving Tony a quick thank you before reassuring Peter. “I’ll be fine” (Y/N) whispered, peaking her head back into the car, all Peter could do was nod as she smiled slightly before making her way into her house.

Tony watched Peter in the rear view mirror, sensing his nervousness. He sighed at the troubled kid. “You should go after her kid” Tony hummed, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. The brunette boy looked up, meeting the eyes of his mentor. “Old Bucky clearly doesn’t see how much you both mean to each other, you should prove it to him.

and with that a cool silence swept over the car as Peter decided what he was going to do.

“It’s not what you think” Bucky heard, as the front door closed with a light click. “He’s not like that”

The ex-assassin looked up from the TV, his blue eyes meeting the enraged form of his daughter, his only daughter. “You’re embarrassing, you know that?” (Y/N) begun, her voice laced with hurt. “You had no reason to act the way you did, you left me, your daughter at a dinner because my boyfriend said something you didn’t like. You didn’t even hear him out, and Tony had to drop me home!”

The girl was seething, her body shaking with rage at each word that slipped past her lips. She loved Peter and wasn’t going down without a fight. “He tried to be nice to you, he just wants your approval and yet you continue to tear him apart! What’s wrong with you?”

The words wouldn’t stop now, and all the while Bucky let his daughter go out on a whim. No matter what she said, he wouldn’t budge. Bucky wanted to keep you safe, he was doing what was best for you. “(Y/N), I’ve made my decision, you’re not see him again. He could be using you”

“But he’s not!” The (eye coloured) eye girl yelled, flailing her hands about.  “He genuinely cares about me!”

“(Y/N)!” Bucky shouts suddenly, tired of the arguing. His daughter steps back out of fear, tears welling in her (eye colour) pools. “You’re grounded, you are not see him! I know what boys like him do, he’s only with you to get at your pants. Now go to your room”

(Y/N) flinches at the harsh words that escape from between Bucky’s lips, she runs to the stairs wanting nothing more than to be away from him in that moment but as she makes her  way up the glossy wooden steps, she realises something. “Peter would never use me, I more than anyone else would know. What happened at the restaurant was a misunderstanding,  I need you to know that”

Bucky sighed, watching as she made her way up the steps, being sure to slam the door to her bedroom once she was inside. His heart felt heavy as he sunk into the sofa’s embrace, having a teenager was difficult. Having a teenage daughter was even harder. The brunette male ran a hand over his face, exhaling deeply into the skin of his palm.

A sudden knock at the door pulled Bucky out of his solemn state, tiredly, he pulled himself to stand and made his way over to the door. Too exhausted to check who it was, Bucky yanked open the door, readying himself to yell at the person who knocked for him so late on the night. Instead he was met with the nervous face of Peter Parker, the boy shook slightly in his spot out of fear as he came face to face with the infamous Winter Solider, AKA his girlfriend’s dad.

The young brunette gulped visibly. “H-hi Mr Barnes”

The door slammed shut. Who did that boy think he was? Coming to their house after what he pulled.

The trained super soldier locked the door, slinking back over to his couch so he could sleep away the drama that was today. However, the knocking didn’t stop. Damn, teenagers were annoying.

“I know you’re in there Mr Barnes, I won’t stop knocking until you hear me out”

Peter stood outside, trying his best to stand his ground as he knocked against the hardwood of the door. He refused to leave without a fight, hopefully not a physical one. Mr Barnes scared him. The was a split second where he stopped knocking, a silence forming on the other side of the door. Peter frowned, not wanting to give up, he begun to knock harder… until the door swung open.

All the hairs on his arm pricked up, causing his fist to stop mere inches away from Bucky’s nose. The teen superhero backed away quickly, a red hue consuming the creaminess of his skin. “I-ah, um… hi?” Peter offered sheepishly, meeting Bucky’s hard gaze.

“You have thirty seconds to explain yourself before I close the door.”  Bucky snarled, memories from earlier flashing in his head. Peter gulped, trying to rack his mind for anything to say. “Twenty seconds, and counting

The pressure of the count down caused Peter to perk up, he had to do this for (Y/N) and with that, the words started to pour from his mouth. “First of all, Mr Barnes, I’d like to apologise for this evening. I-I never meant for the situation to happen. I just wanted to show you I was a gentleman and that I listened to (Y/N) and wasn’t just u-using her” he took a shaky breath, trying to collect himself so he could show Bucky how much his daughter really meant to Peter. “Second of all, I’m sorry that we never told you. I guess we were both scared that something like this would happen, (Y/N) didn’t want to tell you about us, and she was unhappy talking about it, I would do anything to keep her happy and if that meant keeping my mouth shut, I did it”

He sighed, looking down as Bucky pursed his lips, nodding at the boy to continue. “But most importantly Mr Barnes, (Y/N) makes me the happiest guy in earth, there’s something about her that brightens up my day, that makes me think ‘how did I deserve such a girl like her?’ and… and I know that I don’t deserve her, there’s probably a million guys out there that could treat her better than me, but the thing is… it’s that I-I love her Mr Barnes”

The boy concluded his speech with a stammer, looking at Bucky nervously. The man himself hadn’t realised how deep Peter’s feelings ran for his daughter. The pair hadn’t noticed how the hair coloured girl had snuck down the stairs, listening in on Peter’s speech.

“You love me, Pete?” She whispered into the silence,  grabbing the attention of the two most important men in her life. He nodded from his spot, shocked that she had heard the whole thing. (Y/N) couldn’t help the watery grin that spread across her lips as she ran past the winter soldier, enveloping her boyfriend in a tight hug.

The girl cried softly into Peter’s blazer, whispering how much she loved him as she did so. He hesitantly, wrapped his arms around her, a soft smile tugging at his lips as they swayed gently in each other’s embrace. The older Barnes watched over the young couple as they held each other, and couldn’t help but wink at Peter in approval when their eyes locked.

They loved each other, he should have seen that sooner. It reminded him of himself and his daughter’s mother when they were that age, and who was he to get in the way of young love.

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long! I think this is my longest imagine yet. Also the restaurant is based off of one that my sister went to when she stayed in Dubai XD


Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader

Word Count: 2,185 (yikes oops)

Warnings: Rough, Hair pulling, spanking, teasing, smut, biting, marking. (Think that’s it for now.) 

Request: Can u make a Liam Dunbar smut please?  Also can the reader be a werewolf. Maybe the story line can be something on the lines of the reader and Liam are mates and they both marked each other and went into heat

  Scott rolled his eyes at you, when you chose to sit next to Liam. He knew damn well what was going on, he knew that you were you were currently undergoing heat, and so was Liam. Liam’s entire body stiffened as you curled into his side, nudging at him. Females wolves always handled heat worse than males– he could control himself, while you on the other hand were completely losing it. You needed Liam, not Scott, not Stiles, not Mason or Corey, you needed Liam.

  You weren’t exactly sure why, it was Liam who your wolf had chosen, but it had, and it was relentless when it came to being near him. You had to be in some sort of contact with the first beta, which kind of annoyed you seeing as you couldn’t stand him. Liam had always been sort of hateful towards you, either it was because since you became Scott’s beta, and the alpha now had to pay attention to both of you instead of just him, or just because he was trying to cover the fact that you were absolutely stunning, and he just wanted to ravish you whenever he got close.

  He pushes you off of him, growling under his breath. You frown, scooting away and pouting. “Be nice…” Scott says, trying not to smile at your actions.

  “She was all over me!” Liam defended himself. You bit your lip, as Scott glared at him and his jaw clenched tight. You almost moaned at the angry glance Liam threw at you. He could smell your frustrations, but instead, decided to keep himself contained.

“Just, please, play the movie.” Stiles whines, wanting nothing to do with the two teenagers who were making everyone uncomfortable with their sexual needs.

“Sure.” Lydia sighs, curling into his side while pressing the play button. You take a blanket and cover Liam’s lap with it.

“What’re you doing?” He struggles to take it off, as it tangles between his legs.

“You shivered, I thought you were cold.” You look down at his lap which had risen.

  “Shut up.” Malia demands at you two. You whine, arching your back as you move further into the couch. Your body had grown sticky with sweat, you couldn’t help it when you pulled your top shirt off, leaving you in your tank-top. Lydia had suggested everyone comes over to her house to watch a movie while the two were in heat, taking everyone’s mind off of it for a while. She failed to mention how hot it was in here.

“Is anyone else sweating half to death?” She asks, wiping her forehead with the back of her wrist.

  “No, I’m good.” Scott and Malia answer in unison. Stiles and Lydia shake their heads, to absorbed into the movie to give a verbal answer. You look at Liam, who nods.

“I’m hot.”

“It’s part of your heat.” Scott says, playing with Malia’s hair.

“How do I fix it?”

“You don’t. Not for another week.”

“Shh!” Malia hisses.

  “I need a drink.” You stand up, walking into the other room, opening the fridge. You heard Liam get up and walk over, not bothering to explain his actions. He closes the fridge with his strong hand, before pushing you to the wall.

“What are you doing?” He asks. You press your chest to his,

“Nothing. Why?”

“Stop touching me, stop trying to care about me. Stop it.”

“Why?” You smirk, “You have an issue, Liam?” You reach down to grab his bulge, “Oo, you do.”

  He grabs your wrist, nice and tight, “I said stop it.” His eyes glow a bright yellow, your eyes instinctively turning yellow as well. You look down in submission though, nodding.

  “Good.” He takes a deep breath to control himself, before moving back to the couch. You smile to yourself, knowing exactly what you were doing to him. You made your way back to the couch, peeling off your tank-top too. You were doing it partly because you were indeed sweating profusely, but also because Liam was staring at you. He swallowed thickly when he saw your bare torso.

  You leaned across the couch, your feet leaning on Liam’s lap. He stiffened, flexing his fingers as you ran your sock covered feet against his tent. “Stop it.” He spits gently, going unknown to everyone else.

  “Sorry.” You whimper, purposely moving it over his crotch again, while pulling away. He grabs your ankle, pausing your action. He drags it back over his manhood, looking around to see if anyone was looking. You rolled your foot against his jeans again.

“Fuck! Liam! Mason needed our help with the homework!” You yelp, standing up and gathering your stuff.

“What?” He asks. You glare at him, his body immediately responding by standing and gathering his items.

“Calculous.” You frown, “Sorry guys. We’ll see you later.”

  “Wait!” Scott almost tosses Malia off of him, meeting you two at the doors, “Don’t do anything stupid, okay? When you’re in heat, mating is available, and then babies, and just complete and utter chaos, okay? Marking is too, okay?”

“We’re helping Mason with homework, Scott.” She lies.

“Look, I can’t stop you from doing what you have to do, but you need to know the risk. Mating, and Marking. No sex.”

“No sex.” Liam nods.

  “No sex.” You smile, dashing out the door, grabbing Liam’s hand on the way out. He watches you push him into the passenger’s seat. He turns to face the rest of the group.

“Uh oh.”

“We’re not actually helping Mason with homework, are we?” Liam asks, as you push open his front door.

  “Hell no.” You mash your lips into his, grabbing his shoulders and roughly pushing him to the wall. Just your scent, was so enticing, that he lost all of his control. He turns you around, so your back collides with the wall. He grabs your hands, yanking them up and holding them against the wall above your head. You moan, when he pushes his knee between your thighs, bouncing it into your core.

“Fuck, Liam.”

  “You smell so fucking good.” He sighs, attacking your neck in light kisses. You tilt it as best you can, while he slips one of his hands to cover both of your wrists, and the other to move downwards. His claws begin to form, and he rips your shirt down the middle, slipping it off your shoulders.

“This is so stupid.” You breathe, “We should stop.”

“Is that what you want?” He asks, yanking down your pants roughly. You moan when he drops to his knees.

“What about Marking?” You groan, his teeth collecting the brim of your underwear and pulling down. “Mating?”

  “I’ll pull out.” You nod, your hands meeting his hair to tug and pull, “Fuck!” He shouts, your smell was so divine. He pushed himself off of you, grabbing your neck and kissing you again. The show of dominance had you weak at the knees, but you’d be damned if you let him see your submission. He pulls away, “Upstairs. Now.” You almost toppled over, the demand clearly effecting you in a way that made your arousal smell even better. You started walking up, shaking your hips in front of his face slowly. He slapped your bare ass once, “Stop teasing me and get the hell upstairs.” He growls. You jump, bouncing the rest of the way to his bedroom. He grabs your hair and pulls you closer to him, moving you to the bed. You lie down, bending your knees and spreading your legs.

  You stick two fingers in his mouth, watching him strip down to his boxers. You move your fingers between your thighs, playing with yourself. You rub your clit vigorously, before sticking two fingers into your opening. He grabs your hand, and pushes your fingers into his mouth. You moan, as his tongue swirls around your juices.

  “Mmm,” He hums, ripping away from you. He grabs your body while sitting on the edge of the bed, putting your stomach and hips over his legs. You whine at the thought of what is going to happen next. He rubs his hand over your lower half, running his fingers through your slit afterwards. Then, with a hard smack, he starts talking.

  “That was for teasing me at Lydia’s house on the couch.” He hits again, harder this time, “That was for grabbing me in the kitchen,” Another harsh slap is delivered, “That was for teasing me up the stairs,” With a final smack, your eyes turn bright yellow, letting out an animalistic snarl, “And that was for touching yourself while I was watching.”

“I’m sorry.” You moan, your fangs sprouting, “Fuck, I’m sorry. Just do something, anything. Please.”

“Awe.” He smiles, “You want something?”



“Yes!” He shoves to fingers into your sopping pussy.

“Like this?” He asks, curling them into your g-spot. You gasp, nodding quickly.

  “Fuck, yes, just like that.” He brings his thumb up to play with your clit, watching your body squirm against his in the most delicious way. His other hand moves to your breasts, which were dangling off his legs. He grabs your left nipple, rolling the hard nub in his hand. “Fuck, Liam!”

“You like that?” He asks, as you buck your hips.

“Yes, yes yes, fuck!” Your legs begin to shake, your stomach tying in harder knots, “I’m gonna cum!”

“You’re gonna cum?” He asks, bouncing his knee repeatedly, “Beg me.” He demands, his inner wolf becoming more and more dominant.

“Please, Liam, please let me come!” You moan, gripping his leg tightly. Your claws begin to sprout, as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

  “Come for me, princess.” He whispers, giving a harsh smack to your ass again. You practically explode, your entire body shaking and twitching, as the best orgasm of your life happens, everything just too much. You let out a loud, wolf-like growl, before you grow weak. He pulls you up, so that you’re facing him.

“Did you like that, princess?”

“Fuck, yeah.” You nod, a lazy smile on your lips. He pushes you back on the back.

“Ready for more?”

  Usually, you would’ve been done, unable to continue, but because you were in heat, you couldn’t help but nod, your core already growing wet again. He leans down, licking a long strip up your pussy, before moving up to your lips. He pushes them against each other, this time slower, filled with passion, and not so much lust. Your eyes open, but instead of their usual color, they’re golden. Liam admires them, and before he knows it, his are glowing too. He slips his boxers off, stroking himself a few times, before grabbing a condemn from his nightstand. He rips open the package, slipping the rubber on himself.

  He pushes into you, moaning at the feeling. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He groans, thrusting a couple times. You gasp when he hits the exact spot inside of you, your head thrashing backwards. Your hands reach up and push into his hair as his thrusts get harder and faster.

  “Fuck, Liam!” You moan, your claws now digging into his back and slicing down. He howls, before the marks heal, his eyes already mirroring yours, with your bronze colors still illuminating the other’s face.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He shouts, grabbing your face and kissing you again. His teeth clash with yours sloppily, his hand reaching down to rub at your clit.

“Fuck you’re amazing.” You whine, “Harder!”

“Harder?” He moans, going deeper inside of you, “You l-like it rough, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Liam, please.” Both of your voices sounded a little demonic, due to your transitions, but both of your faces were still natural, only your eyes and teeth showing your werewolf genes. He shoved his face into your neck, as his final thrusts sent you over the edge. You screamed, digging your fangs into his shoulder, before he mimicked the action, coming hard into the condemn. He stayed inside you for a couple moments, letting his breathing return to normal. He pulled out and pushed beside you, your chest still heaving dramatically.

“Sorry about your shoulder.” You say, a bit embarrassed.

  “Yeah, me too.” He says, wiping the blood from the mark that had healed. He stands up, taking the condemn off his cock, tying it and tossing it in the garbage. He wipes himself off, grabbing a cloth for you too. You wipe all of the extra fluids, such as spit, come and blood. His eyes flared golden at you, his eyebrows furrowing.

“What’s that?” He asks, pointing at you.


“There’s like… an aura around you.”


  “You know how Kira had an aura, the fox… well you have one too… it’s pink though, and it just surrounds you, but not in the shape of a fox… it’s just, surrounding you.” Your eyes flash to your wolf ones too.

“You have it around you too!”

“Do you think…?” Liam asks, “Do you think that means that we’re…”

“Mates?” Liam shrugs, your heartbeat quickening by the second, “We should probably call Scott.”

Can A Snake Be Sweet? // Sweet Pea x Reader

A/N: I haven’t written fanfic like this in going on three years so bear with me, please, while i try to find my bearings. If you’d like a part two i’d be more than happy to go on and do that for you guys. Thank you for reading!

Summary: After getting caught on Serpents territory Sweet Pea offers her a ride back home, Jughead’s trailer, since it’s dark but when they get there Jughead isn’t there so they end up at Sweet Pea’s trailer for the night. 
Word Count: 2047
Warning(s): Mention of alcoholism.

“Let go of me,” she yelled yanking her arm away from the much stronger males grip. 

“What do you think you’re doing here? Eavesdropping on a Serpent initiation, that’s the type of thing that gets you into trouble on this side of town,” his eyes had a menacing look in them as he got closer and closer to her with every word. 

 “I didn’t know it was some initiation, or whatever, i was just making sure Jughead was okay.” Y/N defended as she took a step back to keep some space between herself and him. 

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so i rewatched 4.03 recently and talked to @wellamyblake about this and,, i knoW the list scene has been talked about to death, but right now i need to Publicly state that this is really, truly, the sexiest scene ever aired on the 100. facts only on my blog…

we could talk all day about the intimacy and context of this scene… but listen, this part ESPECIALLY where bellamy looks up while he’s writing her name on the list is HOT. two reasons.

1. he’s looking up to MAKE SURE SHE’S WATCHING while he writes her name. Making sure she can’t run away from this, that she can’t escape or misinterpret why he’s doing it. to make sure she can’t miss the fact that he loves her that much. he’s saying “you see this? you see me writing your name. you see how sure I am about it. you deserve to live, remember that.”

2. he’s meeting her eyes in almost a way that dares her to try to stop him or disagree. There’s so much defiance in this stare, telling her how wrong he thinks she is. how wrong ANYONE is who thinks clarke doesn’t deserve to live. and in that look– it’s almost a glare tbh– he’s declaring he’ll fight for her place on that list, even if it means fighting with her. 

and you can just see how much it shakes clarke. Like, immediately after he puts down the pen she lowers her eyes like she’s overwhelmed. And he immediately becomes softer, more relaxed, after he’s made this declaration . because he understands why it’s hard to get put on the list, or to feel deserving of it. but he’s firm about it all the same. 

tl;dr, there’s so much love declared through actions in this scene without a single word spoken, and… that’s really… really… wow.


Request: Artist!reader likes to paint on her legs and arms and one day asks to paint on Billy’s chest and he’s just really cheeky and it’s fluffy and all that Idk if that made any sense

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Suggestive comments

Word Count: 1000

A/N: Thank you for the request!!!! I really like this idea I just hope I’ve done it justice. Christmas requests open.

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Originally posted by dvcremontgomery

Y/N was a bit of an outcast at school. Not to the extent of some people but she was not seen as the most normal of people. She was an avid artist but mainly loved to use herself as a canvas. Her arms and legs were very often covered in various beautiful images. This had caught Billy Hargrove’s attention the moment he set foot in the school. He was adamant he could get her to go out with him but in the end, had wound up as her best friend. No one really saw it coming, the two people in question least of all. But it had happened and now neither of them could do without the other.

Y/N climbed into the passenger side of the blue Camaro as she always did after school. Max was absent tonight as she was in AV club with the boys. “Hey.” She greeted Billy as she climbed in.

“Hey, princess.” Billy smiled his signature smile. He had adopted the nickname when he first met her and it had become a habit he couldn’t shake.

“I need you to help me with something.” Y/N fiddled with her fingers nervously as Billy pulled out of the school.

“What is it?” Billy glanced over at her.

“I have an art project to do and you know how I usually use myself as a canvas…” He nodded. “I need to do it on someone else and then take photos. I was wondering if I could use you?”

“Of course. You wanna do it now?” He questioned as they pulled onto her street.

“If that’s okay with you.” She said as the car came to a stop.

“Yeah, I’ve got nothing else interesting to do.” He smiled as they both climbed out of the car.

They were greeted by Y/N’s mother as they entered. “How was your day?”

“Fine.” Y/N replied as her mother noticed Billy.

“Oh, hello, Billy. How are you?”

“Fine thanks Mrs L/N.” Billy smiled.

“You two-”

Y/N cut her mother off. “I’ve got an art project. Billy’s helping me.”

“Okay. You kids be careful.”

Y/N quickly pulled Billy upstairs before her mother could say anything else.

“Does she still think we’re dating?” Billy smirked.

“Yes.” Y/N huffed. “No matter how many times I tell her different.”

Billy chuckled and sat on the edge of her bed. He watched as she collected various paints and brushes. She threw a sheet on the floor and pulled another one out of the cupboard and put it on the ground. She grabbed some paint covered clothes and a pot and went into the bathroom. When she came back she had changed and the pot was full of water.

“Okay, where do you want me, princess?” Billy smirked as she started to go red.

“I need you to sit on the floor.” She paused as he did so. “And take your shirt off.”

Billy raised an eyebrow as a more wicked smirk graced his face. He slowly started taking his jacket off. “You know, if you wanted to see me naked this much, princess, you could have just asked.”

“Shut-up, dipshit. I need to paint on your chest.” Y/N tried not to look at the way his muscles flexed as he lifted his shirt over his head. She sat crossed legged in front of him as she arranged her paints and equipment on the sheet. She tossed the spare sheet over his legs to protect his jeans. She dipped her brush in the first colour and applied it to the upper right part of his chest.

He jumped back with an intake of breath. “Sorry, it’s cold.” He chuckled and she joined him.

The tension in the room lessoned as she began to form beautiful images on his chest out of the simplest of movements. He watched her work with awe and was suddenly reminded by what drew him to her in the first place. She took her time as she worked; making sure everything was perfect. She ended up with paint in her hair and on her face and Billy couldn’t stop smiling. Every so often she would go slightly wrong and would have to correct it with a cloth. Every time it happened, Billy would hold his breath and will himself to think of anything else.

“Finished.” She smiled and sat back to look over her work. “Stay still. I’m gonna grab the camera.” She came back in and positioned him in front of a white sheet that was draped over one wall. She took a few photos and placed each polaroid on top of a folder.

“Is that all?” He questioned as she looked over the photos.

“I need to do another one. But we can do it some other time if you want to get home.” She told him as she grabbed a fresh bowl of water and a cloth.

“No, I got no where to be.” He smiled.

“Okay.” She motioned for him to sit down and started to clean the paint from his chest.

This time Billy couldn’t stop himself. He was in no position to ruin her work this time. Without a second thought he lunged forward and pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was primal and full of need as she melted into him and tangled her hands in his hair. He started trailing kisses down her neck before he moved to her ear. “I think we can do the other one some other time.”

“Agreed.” She muttered breathlessly.

He smirked as he kissed her again.

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summary: James apologizes. || hades!bucky x persephone!reader

warnings: none? 

note: Feedback is always appreciated! I hope you guys like this!

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A/N: No. The title is not a misspelling.

Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Word Count: 5,859

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Sex, Oral (M&F Receiving), Slight Dom!Dylan, Rough, Fluff, Awkwardness

A/N#2: You can thank @haveyoumetmeyet for this imagine. She played me into writing it. She’s smart like that. Also, big thanks to @redstringlovers for helping me with a few ideas on this. Where would I be without you guys? <3

   I smiled at Dylan from across the room, my drink firm in my hand. Dylan smiled back, lifting his beer in a toast as he winked at me. I hid my blush by taking another sip of my drink. Holland, who was standing in front of me, stepped to the side so she was blocking Dylan from my view. My eyes refocused on her.

   “Hello? Earth to Y/N,” Holland said.

   “Oh, sorry, Hol,” I chuckled nervously, ridding Dylan from my mind. “What were you saying?”

   “I asked what you were going to do now that Teen Wolf was over, but now I’m more interested in who got you so red.” Before I could say no, she looked back. Dylan, who’s eyes had still been on me, quickly darted back to Tyler Posey, continuing with the conversation like he hadn’t been staring elsewhere.

   I dreaded seeing Holland’s face when she turned back to me because I knew what she would say. For years, she’d been begging me to talk to Dylan about my feelings for him, but what was the point of that when the possibility of losing his friendship altogether seemed greater than the chances of him reciprocating my feelings? Holland wasn’t the only one who wanted me to tell him; Shelley and Tyler knew, but I made them vow secrecy if they valued my friendship.

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Moira Meta #1: Copying Other Characters

Watching Moira’s introduction and origin videos, I’m struck by how much she imitates other characters, often as if she’s mocking them. I initially wrote off the orb similarities between Zenyatta and her as lazy character design, but seeing how often she copies, I now believe it’s absolutely intentional. She’s saying “I can do this better than you can”.

  1. Copying Zenyatta’s highlight intro, making it more dynamic.
  2. Pointing back at solider and then smugly evading his attack.
  3. A comparison of Mercy’s and Moira’s valkyrie suits. While Mercy looks angelic, Moira has devil horns.
  4. After Hanzo shoots at her, she kills him and says one of his voice lines as if to make fun of it.

I believe her obsession with imitation fits in with her occupation as an evil geneticist, since the way genes work is through copying but she’s going in and copying better. Improving, in her view. It also displays her malevolent character as egotistical and not caring much for ethics that she gleefully copy-pastes styles, poses, and voice lines.

I’m really excited for her character!

[Moira meta tag