Summary: You’d supported Steve and his decision to not kill Bucky. Fuck, you even supported Steve when he’d literally started a war over Bucky. Done jail time for him. But you what you couldn’t manage to do for the life of you, for the love of Steve, was get along with Bucky. Especially when he managed to make you blush every time you were in the same room as the man
Everythings a little bit of a…blur.
The strong dose Percocet had kicked in and turned your mind into slow moving mush. You clearly remember inviting Bucky to bed with you, and him crawling in next to you, but leaving enough space between the two of you so that your bodies didn’t touch. He was being so careful, so aware of you. So good to you. Even though you knew he was just as exhausted- mentally and physically, as you were from the mission.
It’s taking me a long time to get over him two months and three days to be exact, and right now I’m still hung up over the fact that our relationship ended so badly. After we had argued that night, I actually wanted to apologise for being so jealous when we were both in the right states of minds and when we were both calm from the fire I’d started. But when Taehyung came over and told me all the things he’d witnessed, I felt so stupid. Stupid for trusting him, for wanting to apologise for not accepting a mere friendship of his with another girl. Stupid because I still love him, I know he didn’t kiss her and that to some degree isn’t ‘cheating’ per se, but if I hadn’t sent him that message, if I hadn’t been the one to distract him, would he have stopped by himself? The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that the answer was always going to be a no. Jungkook was never the type to check his phone straight away when it buzzed, so he must’ve glanced and saw my name and when he saw my name he remembered that he does still have a girlfriend, one he was about to cheat on. He wanted to kiss her and he wasn’t going to stop, and he must have wanted to; so to me that is still cheating. So I don’t get why I still love him. I honestly couldn’t thank Tae enough for telling me the truth, he’s a good friend to both Jungkook and I. Even if it seems as though he betrayed him, it’s what a good friend should do and will do.
Operation Henderson and Harrington Pt. 2 ~ Mini-Series
Summary: The kids take it upon themselves to test their matchmaking skills. With a little help, they form a plot to get you and Steve together by Halloween.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x (Henderson!You) Reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Language! Mostly from Dustin.
A/N: I am so happy that part 1 received so much positive feedback and I am so happy that you all love it so much! Here is part 2 for you. I’ll try to post a part each night until the series is complete. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!!! Much love to you all. xx
Phase One of Operation Henderson and Harrington: Get Steve to agree to the group costume.
Hopper swung by to pick up El and Max after school, leaving the four boys alone to wait for Steve. He took on the responsibility of dropping them off at home after each school day ended, unless they had AV Club and in that case Joyce would pick them up.
“Alright, guys,” Dustin clapped his hands to get their attention, gathering them up into a circle. “Remember the plan. We changed our costume idea, and now we’re going to be the T-Birds, and we want Steve to dress up as one too so the group is complete. I am Kenickie. Mike, you are Sonny. Will, you are Doody. And Lucas, you are Putzie.”
“Why do you get to be the cool one?” Will asked.
“Because Danny and Kenickie are best friends, like Steve and I are, so it works,” Dustin explained to them.
Request- “Can you do “I need a place to stay.” & “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.” with Steve Harrington? If it’s okay to ask for them together (like in one piece of writing)?”
You wake to the sound of something, or someone, at your bedroom window. You figure there aren’t a lot of this out at 3 am on a Saturday, so either it’s a serial killer, something that’s crawled out of the upside down, or Steve. Considering it’s Hawkins Indiana, and the gate to the upside down is closed (for now), it’s probably Steve. Yeah, it’s probably Steve.
I really don’t think I have the right to say sorry for disappearing anymore nor will I say I am back for good. Working through a few requests at the moment so you can at least expect some contents in the next few days!
This was sort of inspired by Sam Smith’s Too Good At Goodbyes and the timeline is pretty blurry/mixed here and as per usual, there are probably mistakes here and there and it’s a little bit over 1500 words too, if that is any form of compensation. So I hope you will still enjoy this!
takes every ounce of control you have to not react to what your son has just
told you. You hum in response, a little bit thankful that you have your back
turned to him, as you finish making tea for the both of you. Pouring the tea in
the mugs, you turn around to give one to Damian – who is staring, no, it is a
cross between glaring and frowning at you – before taking a seat beside him.
said yes.” Damian grips the mug tightly, not even minding the fact that the mug
is still fairly hot. What he does mind is the lack of response from you.
pull the comforter over your lap, very well aware that your son is glaring
holes on your face. It takes a few seconds for you to slowly nod your head.
Damian continues to look at you and you bring the mug up to your lips, sipping
the tea but unfortunately, the news he brought with him made the tea taste
rarely ever cut off Damian having been one of the few adults that would
actually listen to him but this time, it is different and the surprise
definitely shows on his face when you not too gently set your mug on the coffee
table in front of you.
I am not sure what you want me to do… or to say.” You begin carefully. You
cannot lie and say that hearing the news from Damian instead of Bruce did not
hurt you because it did – mostly because you had expected Bruce to be the one
to tell you a news this big. “Your father and I…,” You shake your head as you
try to reign in your scattered thoughts. “I understand that you do not like
Selina but once upon a time, you also did not like me either.” You had to smile
at this – Damian has the decency to flush lightly before bristling in anger, or
annoyance – you could not tell at this point.
is different!” He hisses and you narrow your eyes at him and he visibly
deflates before placing his mug on the coffee table. “Sorry for raising my
voice at you, mother.” He grumbles and you nod your head, prompting him to
continue talking. “It is just that she is not a good match for him – and I do
not want her.”
times like this, you really wish you can string words together eloquently but
you understand that change is something hard for Damian to accept and trying to
coerce him to accept Selina will probably result in the opposite. Deep down
inside, you cannot help but feel a tad bit happy to know that Damian is feeling
this way – no one ever said you were not petty.
what has happened, Damian is still your son and he still thinks of you very
highly too – he never lets you forget, neither of them ever do too – and your
opinion and understanding are two of the things he often seeks from you. The
same can be said for the rest of the boys too even though you have separated
to overlook the hurt and the tinge of regret, you decide to push this matter to
the back of your head, filling it for when you actually have a moment to
yourself. You simply decide to do what you think Damian actually needs from
you: you wrap your arms around him and pull Damian in your arms, burying your
nose in his hair. Tears well up in your eyes as you take a whiff of his scent –
he smells just like him and suddenly you feel very tired and sad. It takes
Damian a few seconds to wrap his own pair of arms around you, relaxing in your
embrace. This is how the two of you spent the night – just you comforting your
son in the best way you can think of and Damian basking in your warmth. The
same warmth that has been missing from the manor for the past year.
next morning is a whole different story. You had woken up to Damian preparing
breakfast for you and it almost touched you that he still remembers all of your
breakfast food – you had wanted to do the same for him but he had beat you to
it. The two of you did not talk about the news he brought last night and when
it was time for Damian to return back to the manor, you let him leave with a
as you think you finally have time to think about the news, Jason comes in
through your window. If you were anyone else, you probably would have been
surprised and screamed bloody murder but alas, you were used to it. The two of
you had a staring contest for the longest of times before Jason pads over to
you, wrapping his arms around you.
sorry, Ma.” He murmurs.
simply tighten your hands on the back of his jacket, shaking your head. You did
not need the pity – you have made your grave and now, you simply need to lay in
you want something to eat?” You ask after a while, finally pulling away from him.
Jason looks at you. “I have leftovers from breakfast – Damian made some of my
favourites.” You explain, pulling Jason to the kitchen.
Summary : By all accounts, asking your childhood friend of many years, Baekhyun, to teach you how to give a …. is odd, however in the grand scheme of things, it’s better than learning with a stranger. - a rewrite of ‘teach me’ -
“Baek?” at the sound of your voice he peered up from his phone.
Unbeknownst to him, his
ears were about to hear the words that would’ve had him falling onto the
floor if it wasn’t for the fact that he was sat down on his bed.
Sweet Pea Imagine: reader is SP’s serpent girlfriend & gets jumped by the Ghoulies after Archie snitched at the race
a/n: this is my first fic & a new tumblr. be nice (: & send me requests if u want
You’re sitting on Sweet Pea’s lap at the Whyte Wyrm, watching Fangs play pool with Toni. You glance down at your phone and notice it’s 9:50 PM.
“Shit. I have to be at work in 10 minutes!” You exclaimed, jumping up and grabbing your stuff.
Sweet Pea reaches for your arm as you walk away from him, “When do you get off?”
“3 AM.” You responded.
“I’ll come pick you up when you’re finished.” He offered.
“No,” you shook your head, “you have school tomorrow. You need to sleep.”
Sweet Pea rolled his eyes at that. “Are you sure? I don’t mind.”
“Yes, I’m sure. I’ll see you tomorrow, babe.” You kissed his cheek and went to leave. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back, giving you a passionate kiss. You smiled before pulling away. “Love you, Sweets.”
“I love you too, Y/N.”
You walked out of the bar and speed-walked through town to your job as a waitress at a cheap restaurant called Jerry’s. You walked in the back door, exclaiming, “Sorry I’m late!”
The night went by pretty quickly. After closing time, and cleaning dishes, mopping floors, etc.; you grabbed your purse and walked out of the restaurant in the direction of Sweet Pea’s trailer.
The sounds of the night were eerie; in addition to the sound of your feet hitting the ground, you could hear distant yelling, an engine revving nearby, glass shattering. You shivered, partially from the brisk air and partially from fear. You didn’t bring your pocket knife tonight, you were so rushed when you were running late for work it completely slipped your mind.
Picking up your pace, you turn a corner to take a shortcut through an ally. Before you can register what’s happening, there’s three guys grabbing you. Two of them grab each of your arms, holding you in place, while the third guy says, “You Serpents think you can snitch on Ghoulies without retaliation?” proceeding to knee you with all his strength in your gut. You struggled against the guys holding you but they were way stronger than you.
The Ghoulie that had been talking raised his fist and hit your temple so hard that your knees buckled and you fell to the ground. At that point, all three of them started kicking you as you fought to maintain your consciousness.
All of a sudden a voice rang out, “Hey!” I vaguely recognized it as Fang’s voice. The Ghoulies quickly hauled ass out of there, having completed their task.
“Y/N. Y/N!” Fangs’ worried voice sounded distorted to your ears. The last thing you felt before losing consciousness was Fangs lifting you off the ground.
Sweet Pea was half-asleep, some B-list movie playing on TV.
Suddenly, he heard someone knocking fervently at the door of his trailer. “SP! Open up!”
He got up, rubbing his eyes. Looking at the clock, he noticed this was about the time Y/N should be getting off work and coming over. He opened the door to see a terrified Fangs holding an unconscious Y/N.
Sweet Pea’s heart felt like it was going to explode. “I didn’t know what to do man, there was three Ghoulies kicking her when I found them. She passed out as I was taking her here. I know Serpents aren’t supposed to go to the hospital unless they’re dying, but she might have a head injury or something, I don’t know!” Fangs hurried comments barely registered in Sweet Pea’s mind, all he could see was your bruised and bloody face.
“Give her to me.” Fangs placed your body in Sweet Pea’s arms. SP carried you to the couch and laid you down gently. “Get a warm washcloth.” He ordered Fangs.
All the commotion caused you to finally open your eyes, muttering a groggy “what happened?”
“Shh, baby, it’s okay. I’m gonna help you.” SP whispered into your hair as he kissed your head. Fangs came back with the washcloth and handed it to Sweet Pea.
He slowly and carefully wiped the blood off your lips and under your nose. “Where else are you injured?” He asked softly, after your face was clean.
“Um.. I don’t think I’m bleeding anywhere else. But every time I take a breath, it hurts. It feels like my ribs.”
“Fuck. You could have a broken rib or two, it’ll heal on it’s own but it’ll hurt like a bitch.”
“It’s okay. Thank you for taking care of me.” You smiled at Sweet Pea, reveling in the gentleness of his current mood.
“Don’t thank me. I should have been there to pick you up. I hope you realize you’re never walking home from work alone again. I mean that.” SP’s eyes darkened at the thought of something like this happening again. Or something worse.
“Babe, can you tell me what happened?” He asked you. You braced yourself for the anger he was surely soon to feel when you gave him the details.
“Well, I was taking the shortcut through that ally by the Wyrm, and before I could do anything there was these Ghoulies, three of them. They said it was retaliation for the race. I tried to run but they held my arms. One of the guys seemed to be calling the shots. He’s the one who broke my rib when he kneed me, and he got me good in the temple. I fell at some point, I think they were kicking me. I only vaguely remember Fangs showing up and scaring them off.” Before you even finished your last sentence, Sweet Pea was heading for the door.
“Those fucking pieces of shit think they can jump my girlfriend and live? Let’s go find them,” he directed towards Fangs, as he opened the door to his trailer.
“Sweets, wait!” You called after him, stopping him in his tracks. “You don’t even know who it was. Don’t just go attack random Ghoulies and piss them off further, what if these guys decided to do it on their own?”
“Are you seriously defending the Ghoulies after what just happened, Y/N?” Sweet Pea yelled at you.
“The North and South sides are already heading towards civil war. Even more in-fighting between the Serpents and the Ghoulies is the last thing we need.” You argues back.
“So they should just get away with this? Fuck that.” SP looked at your injuries again, reinforcing his anger.
“No, but be smart about it. Talk to Tall Boy before you do anything rash. I can probably identify the guys that did it, they looked our age so I’m sure they go to Southside.” You reasoned.
“Y/N, you ruin all my fun.” SP said in a defeated tone, sitting down next to you on the couch.
“So, you aren’t leaving to go on an anti-Ghoulie rampage?” You asked sarcastically.
“Not if my girl doesn’t want me to.” You smiled and kissed him deeply.
“Whipped much, SP?” Fangs said from the doorway. I had forgotten he was even here.
“Get out of my trailer, Fangs.” Sweet Pea said over his shoulder before kissing my neck and making me giggle.
Fangs made a gagging noise as he closed the door and you called out, “See you tomorrow, Fangs!”
Sweet Pea kissed you once on your neck, then your cheek, then your lips. He backed away a few inches and looked into your eyes. “If you hadn’t been okay…”
You interrupted him, “but I am.” He gave you a look.
“I’m serious. If you weren’t okay, heads would roll.” His tone was dead serious. I didn’t want to think about what could’ve happened either. You kissed him on his lips, and then got up off the couch.
“C’mon Pea, let’s go to bed.” You said, holding his hand as you both finally laid down and fell asleep.
One of my favorite presidential fun facts is that William Henry Harrison died shortly after his inauguration from being terribly stubborn. As the story goes, his inauguration day was very cold and very damp. Harrison was told to wear a hat, some gloves, and a raincoat. The president-elect refused. He was convinced that wearing these items would make him appear weak and fragile. He was 68 and he worried people already thought he was too old. He went on to deliver the longest inaugural speech there ever was… trying not to shiver from being cold and wet. He soon contracted pneumonia and died a month later, serving the shortest presidential term in history.
Such a great story, right? A bit tragic, but a very impressive yarn to recite during super fun parties. I haven’t actually been to many parties. They usually tell a lot of presidential death stories, right?
As much as I enjoyed telling this story, medical researchers and historians had to go and ruin it.
It turns out Harrison probably died from…
DUN DUN DUNNN
Other people’s poop!
I can’t talk about other people’s poop at parties. This is horrible! Why is poop always so shitty?
Back then Washington DC did not have a sewer system. People would drop a deuce and the sewage would travel to a marsh not far from the White House. This formed what they would charmingly call “night soil.” And this night soil flowed down seven blocks to the White House water supply.
Harrison mostly likely died from enteric fever caused by bacteria that breeds in poop. He went into septic shock and croaked soon after. He was still stupid for not wearing a coat. His pneumonia didn’t do him any favors. But in the end it was his constituents that shit all over him–to death.
She buried her head into the couch pillow, soft moonlight from the window creeping over her sleeping body. Turning she glanced at the clock, three in the morning. Like most nights she was up late waiting for Yoongi to return from the studio, but the time he came back home seemed to go back further and further, and most nights she’d fall asleep on the couch waiting, and when she’d wake up he’d be gone before she could even make breakfast for him or even say hello.
The hour hand was a little past four before she heard the door unlock. Her tired eyes looked up from her phone which she was blasting music from in order to try to stay awake. Her eyes locked with Yoongi’s and she gave him a tired smile. “Hey,” She walked up to give him a hug but he walked past her mumbling about how tired he was and how he needed to get to bed.
“I said I was going to bed.” His words stung her like a knife, his tone only made it worse.
“I’ll come with you,”
“Why bother, you’re always mad at me now anyways.”
She watched him walk into the bedroom slamming the door shut behind him. When had she been mad at him? She didn’t remember. She had every right to be, but she never took it out on him. It had gotten to a point where she heard more from Yoongi’s bandmates than she did from him and she lived with him. Weeks of staying up late for him, not going back home to visit your family for him, and what do you get? Locked out of your own bedroom that you take care of because your boyfriend doesn’t even show his face to you anymore after being with you for two years?
Getting up she opened the door to their bedroom the floorboards creaking as she made her way to the bed. “Can we please talk, I feel like I never see you anymore.” The memory foam bed sunk slightly as she set on its edge her feet tucked underneath her body as she stared at the wall too afraid to even look at Yoongi. Usually she’d give him space but at this point she had given him so much space it didn’t even feel like they were in a relationship anymore.
“I told you I was tired.”
“And I told you I wanted to talk.” She snapped,
“Why are you so mad at me all the time, huh? I do nothing but work to make you happy and how do you repay me by sleeping on the couch cause you’re too mad at me to even stay in the same bed as me?”
“Me? Mad at you?” She yelled getting up, “I’ve stayed awake waiting for YOU to come home every night, I’m sorry I can’t live off of three hours of sleep every night to match the schedule of a boyfriend who doesn’t even acknowledge my presence or the hard work I do.”
“Hard work? HARD WORK?” His voice echoed off of the walls of their shared apartment and at this point it wouldn’t be surprising if they got a noise complaint, but at this rate she didn’t care, she couldn’t even speak. Her body shook as his voice got louder, maybe she should have just stayed on the couch. No, she needed to do this, their relationship depended on it. “You want to talk about hard work? I work day and night trying to provide a life for you and what do I get? A girlfriend who does absolutely nothing for me!”
Warm tears stained her rosy cheeks as she pushed herself off the bed. “Fine then.” The bed bounced back to its normal state as her feet hit the cold hardwood. “It seems as if I do nothing but hold you back,” Grabbing her bag from the nightstand she began walking, the floor boards hissing and creaking with every step, “Have a nice life Min Yoongi, I’ll come get my stuff while you’re doing your stupid ass hard work tomorrow.”
Hours of being away led to days of being away days led to weeks, and weeks brought countless ignored text messages and declined calls. She didn’t get all her stuff, not yet part of her was too scared to go back and face him even if he wasn’t there, the other part didn’t want to admit it was really over.
Phone calls poured in from multiple members of BTS over the weeks but they went ignored too. She didn’t want to face any of them, tell her friends why their friendship got ruined over a relationship they had no part in.
It was seven in the morning when her ringtone blasted throughout the small hotel room she was renting out till she could find an apartment she could afford or that wasn’t too big for one person.
Her eyes fluttering open she reached out for the phone, smacking multiple places on the small nightstand till she finally grabbed it. With a tired groan she held the phone up to her ear, forcing herself to sit up her bones popping.
“Hello.” The voice on the phone frantically spoke, and she could barely understand what was being said.
“I- I think you have the wrong number,” She mumbled. “Oh, Yoongi?” She shook her head at the question if she knew him, “Yeah, not anymo- emergency contact?” She thought back to that conversation a year ago, when he told her she’d be listed as an emergency contact because she was the most important person in his life, was that still true? No he was probably too busy with his ‘hard work’ to even try and change it. Maybe he didn’t even recognize they were broken up, maybe he just didn’t care.
“Yes this is,yes, I’m his emergency contact.” As much as she hated to admit it her voice was laced with worry, it had been weeks since she had even brought herself to even see a photo of him, which was honestly awful when she opened her phone and saw the photo of them from a year ago. It was quickly changed to something basic but that didn’t stop her from thinking about it. “Look if this is a ploy to get me to talk to him I’d prefer not- hold on slow down, hospital?” She forced herself up, throwing on a coat that was left lying on the ground, “Which one, talk slower.”
Her heels clicked against the pavement as she walked up to the ramp leading to the hospital doors, as she threw open the doors to the waiting room 6 heads whipped around to look at her. Their faces held anxiousness and worry as they looked at her, J-Hope getting up and giving her a hug which she awkwardly returned. Hugs from your best friend are great but not when you just found out that your ex boyfriend is in the hospital for an unknown reason. “What happened,” She whispered to them.
“I walked into the studio and he was on the ground unconscious, paler than usual. Lips paper white.” Namjoon answered, before Jimin pushed himself into the conversation,
“The doctors said he overworked himself. He’s lost so much weight lately, looked so much worse, we knew it was bad we just- we didn’t think he’d get so exhausted as to…” He trailed off, staying silent before speaking again, “end up here?” Her breath hitched as her eyes trailed across them.
“How could you let him do this to himself?” Her voice was harsh as her eyes narrowed, “If you knew something was wrong why didn’t you stop it.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Have you at least spoken to him is he awake?” She scanned them again, looking for some sort of answer some sort of, ‘he’s okay now’ from this, but nothing. It was just awkward silence till Jin spoke up.
“He doesn’t want anyone to see him but his emergency contact,” He began, “And that’s you…”
The hallway smelled of rubbing alcohol and blood as the nurse led her down numerous winding hallways till she ended up left in front of a wooden door. Knocking on the door two times she reached for the handle after no response. Pushing it open her eyes fell on the man lying on the bed. He was as white as a ghost, numerous types of equipment hooked up to his body. This was him, this was the man she loved, no this was the man she was too stubborn to admit she was still in love with.
Walking up to him she brushed the hair back that was covering his eyes, “Yoongi…” She whispered her hand gently stroking his cheek. Cold. He was freezing. During winter nights he would be her warmth but now his skin was as cold as the ice water he once dumped on her jokingly.
“I’m sorry,” He mumbled, forcing himself to sit up.
“Well at least you admit it.”
“I’m on a hospital bed suffering and the only thing you can do is gloat you were right?”
“Wouldn’t you do the same.”
“I can’t believe I’m in love with you,” He said, forcing her to let out a chuckle.
“What happened to you Yoongi.” She asked staring down at him.
“You.” She stopped stroking his cheek, her eyes focusing on the window. What did she do, he was the one who made her walk out, couldn’t he understand that. Was his exhaustion that bad.
“They said you exhausted yourself, you worked too hard, did that hard work bite you in the ass?” She sat on the edge of the hospital bed her hands running through his dyed hair.
“I wanted to make you happy,” He told her, reaching for hands forcing them to stop trailing through his hair. He held onto them tightly as if he was worried she wasn’t actually here or she would leave him.
“Well if being happy means me walking out on you then I think you accomplished it.” She whispered giving his hands a gentle squeeze.
“Are you happier without me?” He inquired.
“Of course not, you were my everything, you’re still my everything.” She brought his hands up to her lips giving them a gentle kiss as she stared at him. To say he looked awful would be an understatement, he was ten times skinnier than he had been since the last time they saw each other. If he wasn’t eating at home he probably wasn’t eating at work, and now that she thought about it, she cared more about him spending time with her than his health.
“I wanted to make you happier, I wanted to make you proud of me.”
“Yoongi…I’m always proud of you how many girls can say their boyfriend is an international superstar.”
“No I wanted to make you even prouder.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I wanted you to be able to say my boyfriend wrote a song for me, that he was talented enough to make those songs top the charts. That you could you got the best anniversary present ever. I wanted to make it perfect, I wanted to make it flawless, something you’d love, something you’d thank me for, and that you’d tell your family back home. I know they don’t like me much, but I wanted to give you something to be happy about, instead I made you leave, I made you hate me.”
To the people who hate on Ron because of his jealousy issues: may I point out that Harry Goddamn Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Heir of the Potter Fortune, Triwizard Winner, youngest Seeker in a century and Living Legend, actually got so JEALOUS of Ron's prefect status, he went to Dumbledore and had to be told the badge was "meant" for him? Do we talk about his jealousy over something Ron needed for himself, yet Harry OR Hermione couldn't be half-arsed to be supportive friends? I want to talk about it.
I feel like the reason so many people cite jealousy as Ron’s defining character trait yet dismiss it in regards to Harry and Hermione is because it doesn’t fit into their warped perceptions of them as characters.
There are SO many instances of jealousy in Harry and Hermione (and other characters too!) which are completely glossed over in fanon.
They forget that Harry WAS insanely jealous of Ron when he became a prefect. They forget that Harry was so jealous of Ginny and Dean’s relationship that Jo went as far to refer to it as the ‘green monster’ in his chest. Like, that’s some Othello level imagery right there and I can assure you it was 100% on purpose because when does Jo ever do anything just for the sake of it? They forget that Harry expressed jealousy towards Cedric at times, he was jealous of numerous people throughout the series, and none of it is ever brought up in discussion as a fault against his character.
The same with Hermione; the whole Ron/Lavender debacle didn’t present either of them in a spectacular light but I will forever detest the opinion that Ron (or, heaven forbid, Lavender) was entirely to blame. Hermione became so jealous that she responded with PHYSICAL VIOLENCE- something that Ron has NEVER done, I might add- and went on to be passive aggressive towards him (and Harry when Harry stuck up for Ron) for almost an entire school year. Not to mention how jealousy effects her academic life; literally the entire reason Hermione scorns divination as a subject, why she mocks Lavender and Parvati for enjoying it, why she freaking quit it in the first place is because she’s not good at it, for once she’s NOT the best in class, she’s jealous of those who are and she. Cannot. Handle. It. Likewise with potions in sixth year- However dubious you find Harry’s methods, for the first time ever, he IS better than her, and again, Hermione can’t deal with it. She stops speaking to him. She is intent on him giving up the book that’s helping him learn- and I’m not saying she’s wrong to feel cheated, only that it’s another example of Hermione’s (rather extreme, in my opinion) response to jealousy.
I’d even argue that Hermione is jealous of Ron and Harry’s ability to fly; only, she shows it differently. Instead of outwardly showing jealousy as Ron does, Hermione tends to express it by dismissing whatever is causing her to feel jealous in the first place. See the divination and potions examples listed above- it’s the same concept.
Anyway, I’ve digressed.
My point is that jealousy is present in all of the trio’s characters. And why is that? Maybe because jealousy is a perfectly normal human emotion? It’s not an inherently unhealthy thing, just as anger, frustration, disgust, etc. aren’t either. It’s how we respond to feeling jealousy that counts, and as I’ve pointed out many times before, whole portions of Ron’s character arc are DEDICATED to exploring how he learns to deal with jealousy. He overcomes it, not only in regards to Hermione, but in the context of his self-doubt too. Why is it acceptable to condemn Ron for his jealousy whilst leaving Harry and Hermione untouched? One enormous strength of Jo’s writing is how complex her characters are, and by ignoring ANY of the aove we are doing not only her, but also her characters, a huge disservice.
I hate the idea of Noctis walking to the throne and Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto allowing him to do it.
It hits me because… this game, for saying it is about hope, is not about hope. It’s about sacrifice.
I was talking with @demishock and we were talking about what we think should have happened. I really think I am going to end up writing the story where Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto only let Noctis walk up those stairs because they know…
Once the dawn rises, they’re going to go through hell and back to save their friend.
No “worn out and tired, accepting destiny.”
I imagine them cleaning the blood from their weapons and walking into the Citadel. They manage to get to the Throne Room, and they take down Noctis’s body. He’s still warm and he could be almost mistaken for sleeping.
They bring him down to the first floor, and Ignis tells the others that he believes he knows how to save Noctis—
And this begins a climb up the Citadel. I imagine it is 113 floors of hell on Eos. They carry Noctis up the stairs, fight the daemons, and fight the Kings and Queens that have taken Noctis’s soul.
Every 10 flights, they meet one of the Armiger Kings and Queens. They fight their own demons. Their own insecurities. Their own fears. All for Noctis.
You come home one night, and you catch Tom shaving his beard. Devastated, you ask him why he would do that, only for him to reply, “I feel better shaved, darling”. You silently curse him because you were looking forward to that beard burn later that night.
Maybe This Will Show You...(Billy Hargrove prompt)
Request: Can I have an imagine with Billy with #74 #88 #150 and #146. Billy doesn’t think that anyone can love someone like him so you show up at his house late at night to prove to him that you love him, because earlier you and him had a fight in school about it.
Prompt(s): 74) “make me” 88) “why are you here?” 146) “are you too blind to see that I care?” 150) “I don’t care what you did, everyone deserves a happy ending, including you”
Warning(s): bad words, sad, fluff
Billy Hargrove. That was the name (Y/N) couldn’t stop thinking about. Sure, she shouldn’t even be associated with a guy like him because of his actions, but she couldn’t help it.
(Y/N) was Billy’s girlfriend, they had been dating only for a few months. Whenever she was with him, she knew how to calm him down and he never dared to get angry or lash out at her.
It was simple. Billy loves (Y/N). He didn’t think he would love anyone, only because he doesn’t think it was possible for someone to truly love a person like him.
His simple thought, is what caused him and (Y/N) to fight at school as of right now.
“(Y/N), we are done” Billy simply stated as he watched the girl put her things in her locker. She froze, “Done? Why? Did I do something?” She interrogated.
Billy shook his head, “That’s exactly the thing, you didn’t do anything. It’s all on me, alright?”.
Billy turned to leave but (Y/N) wasn’t going to let that happen. He felt her pull on his arm and he looked at her.
“You’re not going anywhere till you explain. Don’t lie, I know when you lie. Don’t give me bullshit answers either” (Y/N) spoke.
Billy clenched his jaw knowing he can’t get out of this situation, “Fine! You wanna know? I love you, but I don’t know why you are with me. I don’t understand how anyone would be okay with being with me. For fucks sake (Y/N), no one will ever love me. Not even you. I’m not worthy of being loved and if I am, I definitely don’t deserve it. Couple months ago, I fucking tried to run Max’s friends over, I beat Harrington to a pulp. Why? Because I’m a grade A asshole and that’s just who I am, therefore no one can love me for those things”.
(Y/N)’s face softened, “Billy, don’t say that. I love you! I really do”.
“See, it’s hard to believe a girl like you, can love a guy like me” Billy argued. His eyes averted towards Max, who was walking out the building towards the car.
“I gotta go” was all Billy said and he walked away leaving (Y/N) to think of what she could possibly do to make him believe that she truly does love him.
Later that day at 7, (Y/N) left her house and drove over to Billy’s. She got out the car and rang the doorbell, waiting for someone to open the door.
The door opened and revealed Max. “(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” The little red headed girl asked.
“Hey Max. Can I talk to Billy?” She questioned.
“Max! Who the fuck are you talking to? Tell them to go away and-” A voice demanded but was cut off.
(Y/N) looked up to see Billy. “Max, go do whatever you were doing” He told the girl and she rolled her eyes and walked away.
Billy stepped out of the house and onto the porch. “Why are you here?” He asked while taking out a cigarette from the pack and lighting it.
“I’m here because I want to talk to you” (Y/N) answered.
“Yeah, well don’t waste your time, you should go” Billy responded, blowing out a puff of smoke.
(Y/N) put her hands on her hips, “Make me” She challenged.
“I’m not gonna make you do shit. You wanna talk to me? Talk” He spoke, acting like he didn’t care one bit but he did.
“Are you too blind to see that I care? That’s why I really am here, because I care. That whole number you said to me, made my heart break. You may be an asshole, but you’re my asshole. Don’t you dare think for one minute that no one can ever love you. I love you! God dammit Billy! I fucking love you with all my heart. And you know what? I don’t care what you did, everyone deserves a happy ending, including you”. (Y/N) ranted, tears filling her eyes.
“If that didn’t show you that someone can love you, then maybe this will show you” She added.
Billy was confused up until (Y/N) reached over and cupped his face and smashed her lips against his. Billy kissed her back immediately.
The kiss was very different from the typical yet many ones that they have shared before. This kiss was passionate and gentle, yet it was needy. (Y/N) kept kissing Billy like her life depended on it, because it truly did. She didn’t want to lose him.
Just from the kiss, Billy knew that he was worth being loved by someone. Not just by someone, more specifically by (Y/N) (L/N). The one girl that he has told himself many times, that he loved her and now he truly knew that she loved him and made him believe that others can love him too.
So there was a guy in here with his son earlier, kid was at most 3 years old. The dad had his back to the kid while he was paying and was totally oblivious to the fact that the kid had pushed open the door and was standing outside holding it open. After paying he turned around, finally saw what the kid was doing, and YELLED at him. Felt bad for the kid, he obviously didn't know any better and it's not his fault his father can't be bothered to pay attention to where he is and what he's doing.
Tbf he was probably scared to death of what could have happened and you can’t split your attention ALL the time. Like I have three kids and only two eyes. Said eyes can’t look in two let alone three directions. Fear can make you act irrationally. I remember screaming at my oldest son because in the time it took me to pick my daughter up after she fell and scraped her knee he ran out into the road ahead of me because he didn’t want to wait(we were going to the park). I was crying because he nearly got hit by a car and the image of it actually happening kept going through my mind over and over in that moment. When we both calmed down I talked to him about it and why I reacted that way. I had told him to wait, I trusted that he would, and he ran off anyways. He learned from that and knew not to do it again. That kid could have been snatched up by some kind of freak or may have gone further into the parking lot alone. Parental heart attacks are the worst. I just hope he explained to his son why he was so upset with him afterward because straight up yelling isn’t going to make him understand. -Abby