The majority of the world’s population would agree with the quote “Nothing good happens after 2am.” but for Y/N… nothing bad ever happened after 2am. The wee hour of the morning consisted of laughs. deep conversations, tons of junk food, and sometimes even harmless food fights with her roommate and best friend Jungkook. Their 2am’s never resulted in not so innocent touches, or an awkward morning of waking up naked next to someone who was supposed to be sleeping in the next room over. For 4 years they became more alive at 2am. the weekend habit of staying up together way past 2am soon became tradition. They spoke of thier pasts, thier present and what they wished to be in their future. They talked of relationships, friendships, and hardships.
Nothing bad ever happened after 2am….
The cool tiled floor sent a shiver up your spine as you made your way to Jungkook’s bedroom door.
“Kookie?” You whispered from the doorway walking quietly to the bed that held a sleeping Jungkook. The blankets rustled for a quick moment before he lifted it as an invitation for you to join him in a good nights slumber. Without hesitation you wiggled your way under the covers facing his heavy eyes and half awake bunny smile.
“What was it tonight?” He asked, his words coated in sleep and concern.
“Level 7 nightmare.”
“Turn around.” You turned to face the wall as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his chest to your back, his soft breath hitting your neck. This concept wasnt foreign to you; Jungkook allowing you to sleep with him after a bad nightmare or a sudden wave of loneliness that is too overwhelming to sleep alone. Sometimes even he would come and crawl into bed with you if he had something on his mind that was too much for him to handle alone. Its just the kind of friends yall were.
“Thank you kookie..” you whispered softly as sleep began to creep up on you and claim you as its own.
“Shhh Y/N. Just sleep, the nightmares are gone now.” He gave you a reassuring squeeze as yall both dozed off into a dreamless sleep.
The Saturday sun peeking in through Jungkook’s blinds had no effect on either one of you due to the lack of plans laid out for the day. You tossed and turned a bit before eventually burying your face in your roomates chest to try and make the sun go away.
A groan had left the boys mouth as he pulled the blanket over yalls head and adjusted his eyes to you in his chest.
“Y/N-ah, tell the sun to leave.” He whined playing with your hair until you let out a sleepy chuckle and met his brown eyes. “I cant tell the sun to leave but I can tell you to leave and to stop hogging all the mother fucking blankets.” Without any hesitation you shoved the brown haired boy off the bed causing him to land with a thud. You threw your head against his pillow and erupted with laughter at his shocked expression. You looked over at him and watched as his wide eyed expression changed to a forced frown and squinted eyes. Ready for revenge.
“OH ITS ON KID!” He shouted jumping onto the bed and finding every tickle spot he knew you had, he tickled you until you were laughing so hard no sound was coming out, and tears ran down your cheeks. “I hate you Jeon Jungkook. I really hate you.” You muttered standing up and walking towards the door.
“And I really love you too Y/N Y/L/N. I really love you too.”
“Y/N?” His voice echoed laced with excitement, you quickly rushed to the door; in your bunny shorts and and black tanktop, with a smile to match his.
“Whats with the wine?” You asked wiggling your eyebrows knowing damn well he only brings home wine when its accompanied by good news.
“Tonight, we drink like kings! We celebrate my new found glory, we celebrate the profound news.. of me.. getting handed… A PRODUCERS CARD! HE HEARD ME SINGING IN THE CAFE AND HE STOPPED ME AND TOLD ME HOW GOOD I AM AND TOLD ME TO CALL HIM IF I AM INTRESTED IN PURSUING MUSIC!”
You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist as a congratulations and kissed his cheek softly. “Jungkookie, I am so happy for you! Today we do celebrate like kings, tonight we have our famous Jungkook/ Y/N game nights and drink…..the oh mighty bottle.” You looked up at your roomate only to see his mouth slightly drop open and his eyes get as big as golf balls.
“Yes. I mean we are drinking Chateau Latour 1990.” You skipped over to the kitchen unaware of the quick stares your best friend gave you as you turned.
“But y/n, you said when we moved in you were saving it for the day one of us gets engaged.”
“This is big for you Jungkook. Its huge. I want to treat you like a king in celebration… you deserve it.” Before he could reply you reached for the 1990’s bottle that was set on the highest shelf; your shirt riding up in the back reveling a good amount of your bare back. Jungkook’s eyes raked over your body slowly before he quickly looked a way and mumbled that he was going to change quickly.
While you poured the glasses of wine, and grabbed some blankets from the hall closet you smiled as you heard footsteps headed towards the living room. Jungkook sat down beside you and together yall began the night thst you knew wouldnt be over till after 2.
Jungkook closed his eyes while he took another sip of the dark, complex smelling liquid. Your eyes traveled from his slightly messy hair down to his nicely fit white tshirt , that perfectly complemented his wonderful muscles. It wasnt unusual to stare in awe at the boy sitting next to you, you did that quite alot to be honest knowing exactly why you felt the need to.
Hours went by as yall made yalls way to the bottom of the bottle, laughing at eachothers drunken jokes and bad puns.
“Y/n, you are such a loud drunk.” Jungkook laughed falling over and clutching his stomach.
“You are an ass Jeon Jungkook!” You shouted jumping ontop of him and tickling him where you knew he was ticklish, causing his laughter to increase.
Not realizing that you were straddling your best friend, you shifted until he remained perfectly still, and earned a groan from him.
“Oh my god kookie, I’m not even tickling you anymore. Stop groaning.” You laughed causing a slight movement ontop of him.
“Y/n.” He groaned again. The laughter ceased to exist as you looked down at the boy and yalls position, before you could realize he wasnt groaning because of the tickling you felt him slightly raise his hips to meet your core. You felt his memeber slightly harden underneath you as you looked down to see his brown eyes darken and his lip caught between his perfect teeth.
Everything felt so unreal, the way his hands ran all over youe body, the way his pink lips attached themselves to your most sensitive of areas, the way yalls moans mixed in beautifuly with each others, but by the time you laid naked next to your best friend, your eyes drifted to the clock on the wall.
3am. Nothing good happens after 2am.
Your eyes fluttered open to find yourself sleeping in the living which never usually happens. You sat up quickly, the blanket falling from your chest allowing a cool breeze to hit. Why do I feel a breeze? You thought.
You slowly looked down at your naked body letting out a loud shriek and having realization hit you in the face.
I slept with Jungkook?
I kissed Jungkook?
My best friend.. I slept with my best friend.
My best friend who stole my heart sometime 4 years ago. I slept with him. What if this ruins our friendship? What if he wakes up disgusted that he slept with me?
You quickly sprung off the couch grabbing all your clothes and racing towards your room.
Me: Taehyungie, meet me at the café asap. Its urgent.
You typed as fast as your fingers would let you, slipping on some jeans and a baggy shirt as if you were trying to hide what you had done the nigh prior. Walking over to your mirror to examine the damage done, you gasped as your fingers grazed the numerous dark purple love bites all along your neck.
He sure did mark me good.
Taehyungie: Already on my way precious. I’ll order us some coffee.
Me: Thanks Tae. Prepare for an ear full..
Taehyungie: Baby girl, I’m always ready.
You and Taehyung met a year before you met Jungkook; he was the sill friend that was always up for anything. He was a child in a grown mans body, obsessed with the idea that fun should never die due to the age you are.
You quickly covered the marks as best as you could before you raced out the front door and headed towards the local café, not even stealing a glance at the adorable bunny boy still sound asleep on the couch.
“Okay so you had sex with Jungkook. The boy you have been in love with for a year now, and you stormed out of the house like there was a fire?!” Taehyung asked questioning why you felt the need to run away. He was never the kind of person to run away from his issues, or beat around the bush; he faced them head on and bluntly.
“Tae, you don’t understand-” Taehyung reached over the table and grabbed both your hands in his.
“No y/n, you don’t understand. You are 24 years old and are still so scared of possibilities, you run and hide the minute you get scared when you should be taking life by the balls. You love this boy and you wont ever know if he loves you too until you tell him. You are a beautiful girl and one hell of a friend, if he doesn’t share the same feelings then he is stupid. BUT even if he doesn’t share the same feelings yall can talk about it and keep everything like it was.”
He was right.
“Nothing good happens after 2am..” you mumbled taking a long sip of your Vanilla Coffee.
“I’m not so sure. 2am was always you and Jungkook’s golden hour, and while this time something unexpected happened it still made you work up the courage to tell him how you feel. Its a big step you are taking because of the events that happened after 2am. 2am events are only bad if you make them that way.”
“Tae, how did you become so wise?”
“My hyung’s can be aright sometimes.” He winked, causing you to chuckle and take a deep breathe.
Your phone buzzed softly in your hand as you exited the café, giving Taehyung a big hug and a peck on the cheek.
Kookie: I’m not sure where you went, or when you left.. but whenever you can, could you please come home. We can’t just ignore what happened last night.
Me: I’m actually on my way home right now.
“K-Kookie?” You managed to shout. You heard rustling up stairs and slowly followed the noise. You followed the noise all the way to his room and stopped. You froze in your tracks scared to meet the face on the other side of the door, without another thought you slowly turned the door handle and peeked inside.
You gasped as he turned around, noticing three dark purple marks on his neck, his hair was still slightly messy, his lips were curved into a tight smile.
You walked forward and met his eyes that were slightly watery causing you too pull him into a tight hug; the tales of yesterday not even coming to mind.
“What’s wrong Kookie.?” The silence that followed that question lasted up to a good minute before his eyes latched onto yours
“Don’t leave me y/n. Its okay if you regret it, or if you don’t love me back but please don’t leave me. Even if this is a mistake to you I don’t want our friendship to suffer or change. I -”
If you don’t love me too?
Did he just say too?
You made your way to him and placed a chaste kiss on his slightly quivering lips. “It- It wasn’t a mistake….I don’t regret it. Granted I do wish we weren’t slightly drunk.” you confessed looking everywhere but at him.
He lifted your chin to look you in the eyes and took a deep breath.
“Y/n, 4 years we have lived together and in those four years I have watched you fall for the wrong guys, I’ve watched you cry and laugh, I’ve slept in your bed just as many times as you slept in mine… during these four years I’ve grown to love you more then a friend. I noticed the way your eyes crinkle in the corners when you laugh, the way you hate making eye contact when your nervous, the way you are scared of everything except me. I watched you slowly fall in love with me at the same pace I fell in love with you. I wasn’t sure if you loved me until you left so early this morning to run away from this. You never run away unless your scared and in that moment I knew you were running away from the possibility of ruining our friendship because you were scared I didn’t love you back.“ He searched your eyes for any sign of confirmation that you had heard him correctly and as though something took over your body, you pressed your body against his and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Kiss me Kookie. Kiss me sober.” With no hesitation he pressed his perfect rose pink lips against yours and kissed you like it was the last time he’d ever see you. His lips moved at a perfect pace with yours, only fitting more perfectly together as time went on. After what felt to be ages but was actually a few seconds you pulled away to be greeted by the bunny smile you loved so much.
“I love you Jeon Jungkook. I really love you.” You whispered burying your face in his marked up neck.
I still stand by what I said about how Nothing bad happens after 2am, because really its all up to you. Granted our love story started off like a cliché show where the pair doesn’t know they are in love, nor do they do anything to fix it so their complicated romance lasts for 8 seasons until FINALLY the end up together. We took it upon ourselves to speak up and skip past the remaining seasons. Life is too short to wait and wonder, sometimes you have to take life by the balls.. you have to speak up before its too late.
So as I lay here with my head resting on Jungkook’s chest and his arms stay wrapped around my waist as we whisper sweet nothings to each other I thank the bottle of wine that made us act upon our most secret desires. I thank Jungkook for speaking up and handling this like the adult he is. I thank the cliché shows, and stupid phrases that made me what to prove them wrong.
Nothing bad happens after 2 am if you know how to handle it.
(This is my first fan fiction in SUCH a long time. I’m so sorry if it sucks.)
Dom was nodding agreeing with Josh saying that people talk shit about & plot against him 24/7 on a personal level and he keeps his mouth closed. Paul has the nerve to ask her “what are you nodding your head at”
Mc as RFA+V's best friend, like all of them, she tries to mend Jumin and Zen relationship, helps 707 with his feelings, helps and listens to Jaehee, empathizes and tries to understand Jumin, motivates Yoonsung to do better, tries to help V the best she can and all of this tries to everyone's best friend but shes not interested in them in a romantic way?
yoo dude this is my aesthetic and unapologetically what I’d probably end up like in real life in this situation tbh. Either way this is a neutral route where you just don’t flirt with anyone at all but still help them out. These aren’t necessarily just over the first 11 days either, they span out a little longer in some cases (that I’ll probably neglect to mention so-) And honestly this was kinda difficult to write, because the request was so specific there wasn’t a lot of room for creativity. I’m so sorry ^^;;
Even with his flirting you just weren’t interested in that way
And he was pretty surprised, if not disappointed, that you never really reciprocated at all
But hey at least you weren’t all over any of the others?
Instead, you were always really supportive of him to be careful when rehearsing don’t want an accident to happen like :) breaking his ankle or something :)))))
You managed to steer him into coming to terms with the fact that he and his family really aren’t okay, and even though they aren’t exactly willing to talk to him, he at least has the peace of mind knowing that he’s done all he can
And as a result, he even found Jumin reaching out in sympathy and support in the end
He appreciated that you didn’t baby him like the others sometimes did
ngl he had a little crush on you as a result but it didn’t really last
And over all he just found that he really appreciated your friendship!!
He was especially grateful for your encouragement to work harder at school, and he eventually found the motivation to cut down on gaming and started to study more
Ofc you guys still have game nights every now and again, but he’s nowhere near as obsessed as he used to be, and he’s so glad that you helped him get his life back together
He’s glad that you reached out, even though he’s more serious than the others and not always as easy to have an emotional conversation with
You managed to talk things through with him, to the point where he felt like maybe he would work on untangling the threads on his own
But there were still some things you weren’t able to help him with though, since he wasn’t really ready to sort out his emotions alone and he couldn’t really work through his issues completely without facing them
For so long he’d seen relationships / friendships as less important things to strive for, but now he’d definitely begin to value them more
Isn’t this just the canon route for her though?
She’s spent so long on under this amount of stress that the idea of getting out of it seemed impossible
But somehow? you managed to show her that she’s being overworked and deserves a break!
Thanks to you, she got up the courage to confront Jumin about the amount of work she was getting, rather than getting her to quit entirely
And it actually helped her work on developing a personal life, so she could destress in her life as well
She even managed to convince Jumin to let her grow her hair again, which was something she didn’t think she’d be able to do
On some level he was afraid that, even though you were supporting everyone else, you wouldn’t think to help him because he never voiced his problems
sorry you still have to reach Level 7 to unlock the Tragic Backstory
And even if you couldn’t convince him to face his past, you at least got him to recognise that he isn’t entirely okay, and needs to work things out for himself
But the idea of someone as kind as you being caring about and supporting him gave him a little sense of self-worth
So, after the issue with the Mint Eye is resolved, he decided to sit down and get his life together that little bit more
Despite not being able to completely sort out his problems, he was able to realise that hey, maybe he could be happier in life, and it was thanks to your support that he’d do that
((In all honesty, I personally don’t think that a V route would work in 11 days because of his situation with Rika, and that he seems like the kind of person who wouldn’t be able to fall in love with someone that easily))
V was clearly not over Rika, and so you not being interested would have actually helped immensely
Because then your support wasn’t steered toward “getting over Rika so you can be together”
And it meant so much to him that you could talk to him, unbiased, to get him to see that Rika wasn’t the angel he always thought she was, and that they actually weren’t in a healthy relationship
It would take time, but he’d someday be able to realise that he deserved more than how she treated him, especially later in the relationship, and he wouldn’t feel so broken without her now
Imagine your current boyfriend finding out your ex boyfriend
“Grant? You were dating Grant Ward?” Stevie said as a few of you sat around the kitchen table, discussing old stories.
“I did. However I would like to say I have a much better one now.” You sat as you took at metal hand in yours.
“I am confused, who is Grant Ward?” Bucky asked as Natasha and Clint looked at you, as you looked that the table.
“Grant Ward was a level 7 agent, he was good, but not as good as me. He worked well as a solo agent, however he joined an secret task force of agents, which was lead by the once dead Director Coulson. He was one of the best, and when Hydra took over, it was revealed…"
"It was revealed that he was an undercover Hydra agent along with one of the commanding officers in the overthrow.” You said as Bucky turned his head towards you, “I had no idea, he was also having an affair with Agent May, his relationships, while highly unadvertised, were an attempt to find intel along with take us off guard."
And then you felt Bucky’s hand pull away, and you heard the chair push out next to you.
"Guess he didn’t like the news.” Clint said as you looked up.
“No. But that might be because I told him about how I was engaged to my last boyfriend.” You whispered, “and I never told him who my ex was or his past affiliations."
"So you dated a Hydra agent?” Steve asked
“Yes, and now I am dating their ex super soldier. Guess I have a type.” You snapped before leaving the room, and hurried to the training room.
"Bucky!“ You shouted from the balcony in the training room, looking down at your boyfriend who was beating the shit out of a punching bag, "BUCKY!"
"WHAT!” He screamed as he punched the bag so hard it fell from the chain.
“I want to talk to you, and I know…"
"Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, trying his hardest to remain calm.
“Because it wasn’t relevant at the time, nor is it something I am really proud to admit.” You said as you looked down at him, seeing the anger in his eyes.
“And you thought it wasn’t important to mention that you were romantically involved with…”
“It wasn’t like I WAS HYDRA! I called it off the moment he tried to ask me to join him at his side. I don’t even have the ring anymore, I have burned everything to do with the man, and I moved on! Yeah I have to go interogate him occasionally for the director but it isn’t like I am sleeping with him!” You screamed as he looked at you, tears forming in your eyes
“Do you love him?” Bucky asked as you looked at him in shock.
“What?” you hissed
“Do. You. Love. Him?”
“No.” You hissed as Bucky took a step
“Do you love me?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“Do you love me [Y/N]? Or do you love the man I remind you of?”
“James Barnes, I don’t think I have ever heard you ask a more ridiculous question in my life.”
“Well it seems valid to me, I mean you dated a hydra leader before, tell me, does dating a Hydra solider make you feel like you are with him again? Does it remind you of what it was like before shit hit the fan, before you called it off with him?”
“James stop.” You warned as he took another step, now almost under the balcony as he looked up at you.
“Are you with me…. only because I once said Hail Hydra?”
Now the tears were falling freely down your face as you looked into his light brown eyes, he looked as broken as you felt in that moment.
“James Barnes. I have no more love for that man in my body, I left him, not just because he was hydra but because he used me and lied to me. He broke my heart, and you… you fixed it. I am not dating you because you are the Winter Solider, or because you have been associated with Hydra, but because you are one of the most incredible men I have ever met. You made me feel something I never thought I would feel again, and I loved you for that. Since the day he asked me to chose a side, and told me he was going to be the one to end me, I never thought I would feel truly safe again, and then I laid in your arms for the first time, I never thought I would feel capable again to be a good agent, and then you showed me anyone can change, and inspired me. I may never forgive myself for my involvement in the fall of Shield, and the rise of Hydra, for allowing myself to be blinded by what I interpreted as love, but Bucky Barnes you make me forget the hurt, if only for a while. You are the one person who keeps me sane, and I never love Ward like I love you.”
“[Y/N]…..” Bucky sighed as you backed away from the railing of the balcony and he heard the door slam behind you. He couldn’t move, his hand went to his face as he thought of how petty the whole dispute was. She was right, she was never a member of the organization responsible for all the evil he had done. She also never lied, he never asked her about her association with the organization before and she probably never wanted it to be brought up, in fear of his reaction. And now she was hurt, and probably crying somewhere alone all because he was jealous of a ghost from her past. As he lowered his hand and started towards the door he saw it fly open, you standing there. He looked at you as you went running forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder as he hugged you back.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Bucky.” You whispered as he tried to formulate words to tell you. And as he tried, your phone started to ring. You pulled back and wiped your eyes, as you looked at the name on the screen and picked up.
“Director.” You said, still in Bucky’s arms as you tried to sound as normal as possible, “No sir, I am fine. Are you calling with a mission?”, Bucky wiped a tear from your face as you listened to the director’s words, “Do I need to come interrogate him?” Bucky tucked your hair behind your ear as you lifted your hand to your mouth, “I understand Sir, I appreciate the call. I look forward to seeing you soon Sir.” And then you hung up.
“What was that all about?” Bucky asked as you slowly lowered the phone to your side
One word. Soft. Jin is a gentle person, soft, sweet, kind. He loves to be on top for he can relax you, kissing every spot he can. Starting at the tip of your nose, then your lips, down your jaw line, and back up to your ear for he can nibble your lobe and tell you how beautiful you look and how much he loves you. In the beginning of your intimate relationship, Jin is going to need lots of consent. “Do you want this? Are you sure?” Which may make him seem as not very confident, but he is way confident in his abilities.
But the kindness and sweet sayings doesn’t stop at foreplay, no. He would gently kneel between your lags, wrapping them over his waist. One hand would never leave your clit-he loves teasing but not to make you beg, but he knows your orgasms would be much stronger. So expect that he is going to stop once or twice before your orgasm. Another hand will be massaging your breasts, and his eyes would never leave yours.
There are probably times he is rough, like when he had a bad day or stressed. On the experiment level, probably a 7? But it is because he loves you and wants to make you happy. I don’t think he straight up, more like gasps and hitches breaths with a little moans.
I couldn’t resist posting my No Home Boys OC. My Hobosona’s name is Ronaldo Bindleberry. His special bindle items are a can of beans (edamame of course), a photo of his long lost brother (who he hopes to find on his journey), and a level 7 lode blade from Time Trigger (for fighting off wolves and opening the can of beans).
Hello there. I've been reading your analysis/headcanons, and I'm fascinated by them (some to which I agree). Though, I need to ask something after reading your power level guide. I know that Danny is level 7 (I think the GIW also said it in one of the episodes?), but how would you explain him being able to defeat level 9 ghosts on his own? Well, he used the ecto-skeleton once and was helped out in the end, but..? Or is your guide based only on obsession/minions/land rather than actual raw power?
Ah, I wondered if this question would come up. My sister was pretty confused about this, too.
My power level headcanons are supposed to take most things into consideration. Psychology, obsessions, minions, etc. Basically, how I explained it to my sister is this: if you were to stick a ghost on a deserted island with nothing but their powers and wits, which ghosts would be able to defeat which?
A good example is Technus vs. the Box Ghost. Technus is a legitimate threat in all of the episodes he’s in, but it’s because he’s surrounded by technology. On a deserted island, Technus wouldn’t have that. Meanwhile, the Box Ghost might have a bumbling personality, but he’s shown to be capable of manipulating all kinds of physical matter. He just prefers boxes. He also has some sort of projectile in TUE, showing that he’s capable of a natural attack like that.
Without technology, Technus wouldn’t be able to stand up to the Box Ghost.
In that sense, Danny seems most evenly matched with Level 7 ghosts. Spectra and Ember, for example. He may struggle sometimes, but he can hold his own. Higher levels actually give him trouble, and things like luck, the element of surprise, and outside sources are necessary to help him defeat them.
That’s kind of what I was keeping in mind. As ghosts themselves and nothing else, what are they capable of?
It’s also worth noting that Danny’s still alive, so he can keep growing and learning. Other ghosts are stagnant. They come into being as a certain level and stay there. Danny is actually capable of “leveling up,” so to speak.
So Danny is technically a Level 7. That’s what he registers as, but being half human means he can sometimes bend and break the laws of ghosts.
I hope that made sense. I’m kinda out of it right now, but that’s basically how I explained it to my sister.
But again, this is my interpretation. It’s up to you whether you agree or not.
So…here’s a little thing I started writing thanks to @agentsofpuppies complying with my request for an angsty prompt. Let me know if you guys want to see more…I’m debating about what to do when Pizza is finished!
Clint stood at the front of the briefing
room with five folders in his hands. Fury had gathered all the top agents, only
telling them it was a mission of the highest importance and that Barton was
team leader. Even for SHIELD, this was highly classified. “Rumlow.
Rollins. Carter. May.” As he said each name, the agent stood and went to
stand by the door. Barton briefly rested his eyes on her, then scanned the room
to announce, “Morse.” There was some murmuring at the last name, but
Natasha didn’t move until the announcement of dismissal. Clint, Fury, Coulson,
and the five team members filed out the front.
“Tough break, Romanoff,” some
asshole called out from the safety of the hallway. She moved very deliberately
to the door, making sure that it didn’t look like she was concerned. This was
Red Room shit, and she knew that it was a test to show she was in control of
her emotions. Clint would include her on the team once she’d passed.
Natasha went back to her normal schedule,
which included using the high level gym with her recently granted access. After
a shower and change, she stopped at the cafeteria for lunch. As usual, when
Clint wasn’t there, she was given a wide berth and sat alone. Natasha ate her
normal lunch, at a normal pace. She counted to make sure.
After clearing her dishes, she stopped at
the range for her normal practice, not even noticing anymore that she was given
limited ammunition and assigned a lane that was monitored. When she’d spent her
allowance, Natasha returned the weaponry and checked the time. Deciding that
the briefing should be concluded, and Clint would have gotten lunch to go, she
walked to his room. Counting the pace in her head.
Natasha wasn’t disappointed. She’d only
just set herself against the wall when he rounded the corner, a styrofoam to go
container in hand. “Hey, Nat,” he greeted her. Clint scanned his
thumbprint to unlock the door, bumping it open with his shoulder and letting
“Hey, Clint,” she said, once
she was inside.
“I don’t have much time before
wheels up, but you can hang out while I finish packing.”
“Where’s the op?” Clint lifted
a brow at her, his mouth full of muffin making his response unintelligible.
“Okay, so give me my briefing packet and I’ll get my go bag. You know I
can be ready in five.”
Clint swallowed. “You don’t have a
“Can you at least tell me the
climate? You can give me details in the air.”
“You’re not going.”
Natasha laughed. “Don’t be
ridiculous. Of course I’m going.”
“You’re not the best agent for the
Her laughter stopped. “That’s
absurd. Listing my skills is not part of the test.”
Natasha should have taken Barton’s tone
as the warning it was, but she was too insulted to listen. “Yes! The test!
I have to show that I know who the boss is, and not protest in front of others,
because that is insubordinate. But I am the best, and I will go on the mission.
I am Natalia Romanova, the Black Widow like none before me, and I will not
fail!” Barton didn’t respond immediately, and Natasha desperately tried to
ignore the tightness in her chest. Clint calmly picked up his breakfast, walked
it to the trash can, and threw it away
He walked to her, fingers twitching, eyes
hard, but voice calm. “You are Natasha Romanoff. You are only one of
SHIELD’s top agents. And this is why you
were not chosen for the mission. We could fail, in a multitude of ways. And
since I’m team leader, it’s on me if we do. I will not have a member of my team
refuse to abort mission. If I have to choose between your life, and this
mission, I will always choose your life. Any ideas to the contrary could
jeopardize the whole team.” He sighed heavily, his posture showing the
weight of his responsibility. “Someday, you’ll understand the importance
of your own life. Until that time, I’m not putting you on my team when I have a
Tears blurred her vision, but she didn’t
disgrace herself by letting them fall. Natasha’s face was hot and her throat
hurt, but her voice didn’t shake when she answered him. “Don’t worry, I
don’t want to be on your team. I work better alone. Thanks for the
reminder.” She pushed past him, then slammed the door closed on her way
out. Natasha allowed herself a few deep breaths in the hallway, knowing that
Barton wouldn’t follow her this time. Control.
Do not let the enemy see your depths, Natalia. They should look at you and see
only the shallow, blue water of the Caspian. Natasha jerked her head once,
trying to dispel the voice. SHIELD’s science division had done wonders with the
brainwashing instilled by the Red Room, but even they could only go so far.
Natasha walked to her own room, chin
slightly up as she ignored the looks sent her way by a few of the other agents.
When she arrived, Agent Sitwell was waiting for her, trying (and failing) to
look casual as he leaned against the wall. “You shouldn’t try and bend your
spine like that, Jasper. You’re likely to break in half.”
He gave her a nasty look. “Awful snippy
when the Hawk chooses his new girlfriend over you.”
Natasha’s hand curled into a fist. “Is
there something you needed? A sparring partner, perhaps? Or is this how Hill
taught you to recruit an asset?”
Sitwell reached up to straighten his tie
and cleared his throat. “My apologies, Agent Romanoff. I do have a mission for
you, if you’re interested.” He produced a folder from his jacket. “Level 7
classified. Need to know only. I’m primary. Interested?” Natasha reached to
take the folder, only to have Sitwell hold onto it. “Better to read it and ask
questions in private. Shall we?” he gestured to her door.
Natasha narrowed her eyes, but her
curiosity was piqued. She placed her thumbprint on the scanner, opening it and
gesturing him inside. Sitwell smiled at her and went in, and she followed. The
lock clicked home, privacy mode activated. He settled himself on the couch,
placing the folder on her coffee table. As she picked it up, she asked, “Is
this a multi agent op?”
“Solo mission. No extraction plan. Could
I’ve been thinking of way too many interactions with our character and Justin. The newest one is he left when we were level 7 right? He recently taught us how to do our first jump on our horse before he left and now we’ve grown up to be level 19-20 and we’ve become experienced riders and I thought of a sappy he’s so proud of us for improving our riding skills and look at all the wonderful horses we have and Justin has been gone for so long he doesn’t know what’s changed on the island so once he’s recovered he goes out exploring and might know that all of this is because of us and it’s just too much ;_;
How about some angst™? The Paladins + Allura and Coran dealing with their crush being hurt so badly they chill in the life tubes for a while? *rubs hands in antici...*
Sorry to keep you anticipating for so long lol that basketball game lasted forever holy shit
Shiro: “I can’t believe I let this happen to them,” he muttered, head hanging. “I should have been faster.” Shiro felt a hand in his shoulder and turned away from the healing tube holding his s/o to see Princess Allura.
“There was nothing you could do. You tried your best,” she insisted. “They should be better in a day or two.” Shiro sighed, pain written across his features.
“Still. This is my fault. It could have been worse and I couldn’t stop it.” He looked back to the healing tube, resting his hand on the cool glass. Almost every one of the Paladins and Coran had come to comfort him, tell him it was fine. It wasn’t fine, though. He couldn’t defend the universe, and he couldn’t defend the people he loved. His chest clenched, and he felt a stray tear wander down his cheek.
Lance: Lance plopped on to the tile and let his back hit the healing tube. He spent more than enough time in there, but he was more than willing to take his s/o’s place. It was his fault, his idiocy and impulsiveness that put them there.
“Lance?” It was Keith, shoulders hunched forward and hands wringing. “You know they’ll be okay, right? This wasn’t your fault. Lots of things are your fault, but not this.” Keith looked straight at him. “You know that, right?” Lance put on a smile, knowing looked as fake as it felt.
“Yeah, of course. I’m fine dude, don’t sweat it,” he lied.
“Lance, don’t lie to me. I can see ri- Oh.”
“What, something in my face?” Lance forced a laugh and lightly put his fingers to his cheek.
He was crying. Yeah, that made sense.
He let his head fall against the glass behind him.
Keith: He could feel the sweat dripping into his eyes and he could hear blood rushing in his ears, but he didn’t stop. The training not attacked relentlessly, not showing any signs of letting up. Keith, though, was on his last limb. Despite that, he kept pushing, each slash from his bayard making his body feel like lead. Suddenly, the bot deactivated. He spun around, chests heaving, to see Shiro standing in the doorway.
“Keith. What are you doing? You look like you’re about to pass out?” Keith shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to make eye contact. “Your s/o wouldn’t want this, you need to-”
“They’re in there because of me. I need to be stronger,” Keith gritted out. “What if it had been worse?” He met Shiro’s eyes. “What if they died?” Shiro seemed at a loss for words.
“They didn’t. That’s what matters,” Shiro insisted. Keith scoffed.
“Whatever. I’m not done training, so please leave.” He turned towards the training bot again. “Start training level 7.”
Hunk: “Hunk, dude, what’s with all the baked goods?” Hunk turned from the oven to see Lance standing in the doorway.
“I needed to take my mind off of things. They’re for my s/o, when they’re better.” Hunk shrugged a bit and continued. “Allura said they’ll be better soon, and I want to be able to apologize properly. The stomach is the way to the heart, you know.”
“You have nothing to apologize for, Hunk,” Lance said, cocking an eyebrow. “We all saw you out there, you tried your hardest.” Hunk shrugged again.
“I still want to apologize. I feel like I need to,” he choked out. His throat was closing up, and he could feel tears welling up. “Well,” he wiped his eyes, “try these. They taste almost like cookies.”
Lance crossed his arms and looked at Hunk a little skeptically. “Alright. But take a break, your looking a little red.”
Hunk nodded. “Yeah, in a bit.”
Pidge: It was getting late, but Pidge hadn’t moved from their seat next to the healing tube. Their laptop burned into their thighs from long usage, but they couldn’t have cared less. “Don’t worry, if I learn enough about the Galra tech that did this, it won’t ever happen again. I won’t let it.” Their eyes burned from the light of their laptop on the dark and they could feel sleep weighing on them.
Suddenly, the lights in the room flashed on. “Ah, turn them off! They burn!”
“Sitting in the dark like this is bad for your eyes, Pidge.”
“Oh, Princess. What are you doing here?” Pidge cocked their head to the side.
“Checking on you. I knew you would still be here. I know you’re worried about them,” she commented, nodding her head to the healing tube. “I wasn’t lying when I said we had things in common. I like to think I understand you fairly well.”
Pidge shrugged and replied, “Alright.”
“You should go to bed, Pidge,” Allura suggested.
“I can’t. I’m doing research.” Allura rolled her eyes.
“Research that can wait. Your s/o wouldn’t want this. You need to rest.”
“You don’t know that,” Pidge insisted. “I need to do this. I have to be ready for the next attack.”
Allura’s shoulders sagged defeat, sighing, “If I can’t stop you I guess I’ll go. Good night, Pidge.”
“Good night, Princess.”
As she turned the lights off, Pidge’s eyes started to relax. “Just a little longer,” Pidge muttered. They fell asleep not long after.
Allura: Even though her father was no longer there, Allura spent her most trying times in the virtual reality room trying to meditate. She was being weak and that was something a leader wasn’t. She was weak when she let her s/o get hurt. She put someone in danger. Leaders were supposed to protect, weren’t they? “Father,” she whispered. “ I wish you were here. I need your help, your guidance. I feel… Lost.” She looked up at the fake sky, hoping to find some answer there. There was nothing.
She didn’t even realize she had begun to cry until the tears started collecting on her chin. She felt as if she couldn’t breathe, her shoulders shuddering. She was supposed to protect her s/o from the Galra, from anything. How could she look at them again without feeling the weight of this failure.
“Princess,” a voice, Coran’s, came over the comm. “you’re needed on the main deck, please.” Allura stood and the room reappeared around her, dark and lonely. She rubbed her eyes and hoped she could be strong enough to lead the Galaxy Alliance once again, and if she could ever be strong enough to protect the ones she loved.
Coran: “Coran, you seem off today,” Allura commented. “You’re not telling any stories and you seem… colorless, I supposed. Is it because of your s/o?” Coran turned towards Allura, not even so much as touching his mustache as he did so.
“A-ah, yes. I suppose so, Princess. I’m feeling… distraught,” he answered, voice lacking its usual flair. “I feel… useless. I couldn’t help them. I fear they’ll be more than a little upset, too, I suppose.”
Allura approached him and rested a hand on his shoulder. “Oh, I doubt they will be upset. You may feel that you could have done something, but I know you tried your hardest. They know that as well. And if not… Then I am always going to be your friend,” she promised.
“Oh. Thank you princess,” Coran said, feeling a bit better. “I hope your right. I still feel a little upset, but I have courage now.” He punched the air with his hand before resting it on his chest. His chest hurt a little, but knowing that his s/o would still love him after they came out of the healing pod gave him some hope. Maybe he was not as alone as he felt. He smiled a bit and twisted his mustache.
I love dying and being dead T-T also sorry leaving Coran’s sad didn’t feel right :(
Just got back from the game I am so tired.
List 5 facts about your most favorite sim of yours and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥
awwww thank you so much for this <3 (also to @mothmagesims who sent it to me as well) ily guys 🖖🏻
I’m choosing to talk about Shion bc he’s a little iconic thing in my game:
1. I created Shion as a child (before of this simblr thing I was doing a casual gameplay of the orphanage challenge) he was like my favorite kid in there, wich leads us to the first fact, he doesn’t know his birth parents.
2. his hobby is fishing, that’s the thing this boy do the most!!
3. he’s on the level 7 of the astronaut career i guess??? and it’s really hard to gain promotions bc he’s a fucking lazy sim and his daily task is to workout and he wants to die and I want to die too ):
4. he has a cowplant named Fiona and she’s like the love of his life
5. his biggest dream (if he stops being lazy) is to visit his homeplanet and maybe meet his birth parents??? probably not
Keith could still remember the feel of Shiro’s arm around him. He could remember the way his breath puffed against the back of his neck when they slept, the stupid way his tail would flop when he was dreaming. He was sure that hadn’t changed, though. Shiro’s tail still twitched sometimes when he was struggling to stay awake.
But now.. Keith grimaced and turned away from where Shiro was snuggling against Lance. He was fine. He couldn’t hold it against Shiro, the guy barely remembered his own name, much less that they were.. Well, they had been. Before Kerberos.
“Start Training Level 7.” Keith called to the castle as he slipped away to the training room, grabbing his bayard and summoning his sword. He had to clear his head.