he was going to kill her and she just says i love you

Heartbreak

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“Damn girl! Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for 20 minutes!” My best friend Ella calls as I finally enter her car and plop down onto the seat with an exhausted sigh. The belt to my shoulder bags slips down my shoulder and I position it on my lap. Ella has gladly volunteered to take me from college this time or I had to deal with public transportation which I definitely did not want to spend my last nerve to. My life is chaotic enough at the moment and I can’t have other things to tear me down. Recently, I have been very sensitive to everything and even a little unnecessary stuff can be a cause for my outburst. For example, yesterday I was out of ice cream and I immediately started to cry because it was the only treat that relaxes me when I come back home from a very long day in college. Crazy isn’t it? To cry over ice cream?

“Chill, Ella. I’m sorry! I just had this very important conversation with my professor and it took a little while. It’s not going to happen again.” I lean my back against the seat and close my eyes. All I need is silence now. My head is killing me and I really desire to slip into my pajamas and sleep.

“Is it okay for you if I turn the radio on? It’s just boring and you ‘re not going to talk to me anyway.” Ella asks and she gets a nod from my side.

“Sure…” I say nothing anymore.

After she turns on a fancy radio channel, Ella starts the engine and we drive off. It will take us approximately 20 minutes to arrive at my apartment and while driving I spend my time with observing the buildings we pass by. The movements of the car along with the nice music coming from the radio is a perfect mix to make me fall asleep and I think it isn’t a bad idea to take a little nap. However as I am about to drift off, a voice I have not heard for a while sounds through the radio. His velvety voice. Kiwi starts to play and Ella immediately turns it off.

“I’m sorry, babes. I didn’t know.” She apologizes and blushes even though it’s not her fault. She’s the only one who knows about him and our break up. Nobody else in the world has an idea that I once used to date the most popular and successful British artist.

“No problem…” I croak. Hearing the sound of his voice after so many months of our break up causes another wave of pain in my heart. There is still this familiarity in his voice that I could have listened to for hours. I close my eyes and try to prevent tears to leave my eyes.

“(Y/N) are you okay, sweetheart?” Ella inquires with a hint of concern on her face.

“Just take me home, Ella.” Is all she gets as a response from me. The walls I have tried to build the months after Harry has left me begin to crumble down just by a simple sound. Even though it is hard to admit, I still miss him so much although he was the one who gave up on us. He was the one who suggested it was the best way to go separate ways and he made this decision without my consent.

“You know, you don’t have to stay alone tonight. “ Ella soothes me. “You’re more than welcome to join Brandon and I to hang out. He loves you like a sister and a little bit of distraction will do you good. What do you think?” I would like to accept her offer however seeing couples being lovey dovey around me is something I cannot deal with at the moment. Not that I’m not happy for Ella and her boyfriend, I love them both as they were my siblings but it makes me realize that I have no one who cares for me anymore. Harry was gone. The love of my life is not here with me anymore. And it hurts beyond imagination.

“Thanks, El but I really need to be at home. I have lots of studies and projects going on and the sooner I deal with them the better.” By now she is parking in front of my apartment. I give her a soft kiss on her cheek. “See you later.” I tell her and get out.

The ache between my chest still remains as I run up the stairs to my apartment. I take out my key and unlock the door and enter my messy home. Another regular day where I just walk in to an empty apartment. Normally, Harry would always be there before me, cooking a meal for the both of us while he used to sing along to his favorite songs. I loved to watch him in this state. The silence in my apartment is just a reminder of what’s not there anymore.

I place my bag onto the ground and get rid of my jacket and shoes. Right after that, I go to the kitchen to grab a snack and a bottle of water. I head to my bedroom and sit in front of my desk and dwell myself into my studies. It has become my daily routine. Waking up, going to college, coming back and studying. I desperately search for ways of escaping reality and for me this routine is the only way to achieve my goal.

I take my notes and writings in my hand and start studying for the upcoming exams. However, from time to time I feel myself drifting off. A memory hits me suddenly, leaving me breathless.

“Come on babe, I need some loving here.” Harry pouted, laying on his stomach on my bed and waiting for me to cuddle with him.

“One minute.” I said, nibbling on my pen while trying to work on a paper sheet.

“(Y/N)…” He sighed and gets up, moving towards me and all I feel is his strong arms wrapping themselves around me and his breath on my neck. He placed soft kisses on my skin which caused a shiver running down my back. “You already said that 10 minutes ago.”

“I know, H. I’m sorry.” I sighed, rubbed my eyes and let him take my paper and placing it far away from me. He grabbed my hand and led me to my bed where he lied down at first, then opened his arms and I slipped between them. I loved being this close to him because he always radiated a sense of security and home. His one hand ran up and down my arms while his other hand was placed at the back of my head. His lips touched my forehead ever so softly and I felt complete in that moment.

“That’s how I like it.” He whispered. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and inhaled the sweet scent of his cologne.

“I wish I would be always like this. You and me.”

“It can be.” He told me. I looked up at him, our eyes met to a loving gaze.

“How?”

“When I marry you someday. And of course, when my job gets less chaotic.” His answer made my heart swell. Being with him forever until death did us part was something I wished so badly.

“Will you still perform on stage then?”

“I think I will never stop making music but you know I don’t have always to perform in front of people. If things get serious between you and I and I can promise it will, I will definitely want to settle down and start a family. With you, love.”

I leaned in to connect our lips to a gentle kiss and we spent the rest of the day with many cuddling sessions and talking.

I shake my head and my heart feels so heavy. “You promised…” leaves my mouth.

The desire to continue my studies leaves and I push everything aside and stand up. It has become dark outside and the clock on my walls shows that we have 7 PM. I position myself on my bed, take my pillow and press it against my body. I really wonder how Harry is doing right now. Is he thinking about me like I do? Does he miss me? Does he regret the decision he has made?

I’ve seen plenty of pictures online and he never appears broken or sad. Quite the opposite: he always looks happy and is smiling on every photo the fans shoot. He seems to cope very well with our break up, leaving me being the one who probably suffers under such hurtful heartbreak. I have loved him so much, still do and I gave him everything I had without flinching an eyelash.

Even though it is hard to keep myself away from checking up on him, I still do because after today there is no way that I can relax when I do not see him.

I am about to take my phone as my notifications on Twitter goes on and I see that an update account that I use to follow has posted a picture of him. It leaves me breathless and my heart slams against my chest. He is currently in Shanghai it says.

He looks absolutely and indescribably beautiful and tears just begin to stream out of my eyes as I observe his perfectly shaped face. His hair is messy and curly as I remembered. His outfit consists only of black material which outlined the color of his eyes even more. I always have loved it when he wore black. It suits him so damn well and honestly there is nothing he could not wear without looking like a complete idiot.

A salty tear wets my display. “I’m sorry..” I whispered into silence.”I’m sorry I could not be enough for you when you’re still the one I want.” I scroll further and find more pictures of him posing with his fans and signing autographs. The more I look at them the worse I feel and it ends with me burying my face between my hands and starting to sob.

There is no way I could ever move on. Harry has taken my heart and claimed it as his own, there was no chance I would ever get it back. While he would continue his life like nothing had happened between us, as if I do not exist, having another girlfriend, marrying her and having children, I would be still longing for him. My love for Harry is endless and it will always be that way. Even on my death bed I hope the last few words that will escape my mouth would be me telling how much I loved him through all these years.

“Why?” I sob. “Why did you leave me Harry? How will I live without you?”

It feels like it was yesterday as he ended things with me, tears covering his handsome face. I could tell he didn’t want this as much as I do but he still walked through that door and never came back.

“I’m sorry and I love you.” Was the last thing I’ve heard from him. All the things he said about marriage and settling down with me have been nothing but a lie. A bittersweet lie. He made my hopes up only to crush them afterwards.

I have a look at Twitter again and the update account says Harry will perform at the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. After reading the post, I click on Harry’s profile. I decide to send him one last message and after this one I will never ever bother him and try to continue living my life. As easy as it sounds, it is still the hardest challenge in my life.

I open the DM because I have no other possibility to contact him since I deleted his phone number after he left me. Why do I even do this to myself? Why do I torture myself like this? And what did I do to deserve being treated like this?

I’ve always supported him throughout his solo career, telling everybody that I know how brilliant his music is and even convinced them to buy his album and give him a chance to prove himself. I’ve been there when his mood was on downfall and anxiety played around with his mind. I’ve built him up with my love, with my admiration and devotion for him and he took all of this for granted.

Call me pathetic, stupid or whatever for still wanting him after he left me out of nowhere but if you had loved him as much as I do you would understand. You would understand that you would do anything in your power to keep someone with an amazing personality as Harry’s in your life. But I had failed. I have tried but obviously it was not enough.

I sob hard as I type short sentences, my fingers trembling as I try to form proper words. What would you tell someone if you know this would be the last time you would ever contact him? There are so many things in my mind, I could simply write an essay about my feelings however I don’t want to bother him any longer. He might become sick of me.

“I’m proud of who you become, H even if that meant to break my heart. I will always love you forever and I will never forget you. You will be endlessly in my mind. Go and rock that stage, my little dreamer. X.”

I contemplate for a little while if it’s a good idea to send him this message, it kinda sounds cheesy but what have I got to lose anyway? The person I have treasured and who had a huge amount of value in my eyes is gone anyway.

With a heavy heart and a bit of uneasiness consuming me, I press the send button and the message appears on the screen one more time. I observe it a few minutes and after that I inhale deeply, turn off my phone and lay it on my desk far away from me. I wonder how he will react to my message but for now I cannot deal with it.

I snuggle back into my bed, taking my pillow as a replacement for Harry. I cuddle against it and imagine he was still here with me, embracing my body with his strong arms and keeping me safe during the night.

“That’s it.” I whisper before I slowly drift to sleep. One tear flows down my sore cheek. “It’s over.”

If (Y/N) had known that on the other side of the world, a young man with green eyes and a wonderful dimpled smile is crying over her message like she had over him hours ago.

Princess and the Pauper

Originally posted by jjks

Genre: Fluff, romance, smut, a lil but angst

Pairing: Jeongguk x female reader

Word count: 1.1k

Request: can you make drabble about the reader being BTS’ dongseng (little sister) but Jungkook falls in love with her *smut* hello this is the drabble for being the little sister haha can she be bang pd nim’s niece and she’s not related to the boys hihi

A/N: thanks for the request, I think I actually might make this into a series or at least a mini one cause I left it on an Angsty cliffhanger note💕lana💖

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“Oppa! You were great!“ Her hands are all over him, fingers stroking his shoulders and her eyes are staring so deeply into his with such passion and love that Jeongguk feels like he could punch a hole in the wall.

“Thanks Y/N.” He’s patting her head as she stares up at him affectionately. Jeongguk knows she’s off limits, they all know for God’s sake, the whole company knows. But of course Kim Taehyung is so enchanting and elegant that even she falls for him. Jeongguk feels like a meagre peasant, while Taehyung is the graceful and charming prince that sweeps the sweet princess off her feet.

“Oppa, really! Don’t tell the others, but I think you did the best.” She coos, Jeongguk heard, the words rang loud and clear through his head.

“We can hear you!” Jimin whines from the couch, towel stuck to his sweaty forehead.

“Maybe you two should just fuck off, I’m getting sick of your cheesiness.” Yoongi says, his face grumpy as he cuddles a cushion.

“Maybe we should, right Y/N?” Taehyung pipes up, arm wrapping around her waist as she nods, anger bubbles in the pit of Jeongguk’s stomach and his heart is cracking.

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” Jeongguk can’t help but snicker as the two of them jump apart and Y/N shyly tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Samchon! I didn’t see you there!” She awkwardly giggles when her uncle gives an eyebrow raise in her direction.

“Taehyung, may I ask what you were doing?” Their boss is stern and his tone is steely.

“Hugging her?” Taehyung flashes him that smile, that smile that can fool anyone and hypnotise them.

“If I see that again Kim, I swear ill beat you up.” He has a smile on his face but there is something so scary and eery about his voice.

“Yes sir!” Taehyung gives him a cheeky grin, the man gives Y/N a glare and continues to talk about the schedule.

“We’ll go back to the dorm now, but I want everyone in bed. We have an early start tomorrow.”

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“No! You pressed the wrong button, it’s the other one.” He watches intently as she sits in between Taehyung’s legs holding a controller, he’s helping her, arms wrapped around hers and hands over hers.

‘Stupid hyung, he’s not even that good at overwatch, I can teach her way better.’ Jeongguk grumbles to himself.

“Oppa, you’re just a rubbish teacher! Maybe Jeongguk can teach me better.” Jeongguk’s eyes shoot up and he stares at her mouth wide open as she sits next to him, pulling him closer.

“Y-Y/N, I don’t think we should be doi-“

“Teach me.” She pouts, Jeongguk’s heart melts at the sight of her cute little face.

“I’m going to bed.” Taehyung yawns and as he passes by Jeongguk swears he winks at him. Everyone is in bed, probably sound asleep, then there’s them, him and her, Jeongguk and the beautiful girl, the princess and the pauper.

“Night Oppa!” She calls after him and his bedroom door slams shut. It’s silent for awhile and then she says something off putting. “I know you like me.” Jeongguk chokes on his own spit, coughing as he shakes his head rapidly.

“W-what? Who told you that sort of thing?!”

“Taehyungie Oppa.” She casually speaks, loving the power she has over him.

“Fucking hyung, I’m gonna kill him.” He mutters under his breath, recovering from his choking session.

“I like you too.”

“What?”

“I said, I like you too.”

“You like me too?” Jeongguk is stunned and he feels so relieved.

“I like you too.” She says one last time before climbing onto his lap and closing the gap between their lips. Jeongguk is speechless and it takes him a few seconds to register the situation, but when he does he’s holding the flesh of her ass and kissing her back vigorously. Y/N lets out a soft whine and Jeongguk pulls away, gesturing for her to be quiet. He knows she can feel his erection pushing into her because the way she grinding against it is so delicious and he wants to moan so bad.

“Hurry up.” She hits his shoulder and Jeongguk glares at her, enjoying the feeling of her pussy rubbing against his cock. Trying not to make a sound, he pushes Y/N onto the soft couch, hands sliding up her shirt. “Take it off.” She whispers and Jeongguk obliges, discarding it onto the floor somewhere.

“You weren’t wearing a bra? How could you sit so close to him without a bra?” He gets closer, face leaning down to suck on her perky nipples.

“Easy access though.” She shoots him a mischievous smile, pushing his head further into her breasts.

A slight whimper escapes her pink lips and Jeongguk trails kisses down her tummy and stopping just above the place she wants him the most. “What do you want princess?”

“You know what I want, just do it.” Y/N whines, fingers pulling his hair closer to her soaked pussy.

“Fuck, you smell so pretty princess. Is it all for me?” She nods shyly at his words, keeping eye contact as he slides down her shorts. Jeongguk starts to think this is a wet dream but when he pulls her panties away the sight is too real. Her pussy, wet just for him, clit throbbing for his attention. He never wants to leave this haven, but then he realises how stupid that would be, he’s never be able to see her gorgeous face and boobs.

“Just do it!” Her hurried whisper is heard from above and Jeongguk dives in, flinging her legs over his shoulders.

It’s dirty, vulgar, filthy, he’s slurping at her juices while lapping at her sensitive little bud, her legs are tightening around his head as she struggles to contain small whimpers. Jeongguk pulls away, shushing her whine, instead he slides two fingers into her tight hole. “Jeongguk,” she whines as he makes a ‘Come here’ motion, “feels so good, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me princess.” He keeps moving his fingers, mouth now sucking at her clit, smiling when she bucks her hips up, coming undone.

“Can I at least see your dick?” She asks bluntly, sitting up legs still trembling from her orgasm. Jeongguk flushes red and she giggles, crawling towards him. “You just tongue-fucked me, I don’t know why you’re getting so embarrassed.” He gasps as she reaches her hand into his boxers, finding his hard cock and pulling it out. “Fuck,” Y/N whispers in awe, Jeongguk’s cock is not the biggest but god is it a pretty sight, “why didn’t you show this to me sooner?!”

“Maybe because you were too busy kissing somebody’s ass.” Jeongguk snaps back and once again his insides twist when he remembers that in reality he is just a mere slave in contrast to the handsome prince Taehyung.

He doesn’t deserve such a fine princess, she’s too beautiful for a lowly man like him.

All Roads Lead to the same Castle: Pt: 3, Betrayals and Treasons

My meandering reactions to s.7 and predictions for s.8/endgame continue. Originally I was only going to write 3 parts to this series. There are going to be at least 2 more. :-) You can read the first parts here –> Pt. 1, Pt. 2

In these different parts, some of my theories and predictions may be in conflict with one and other. Eventually, I will try to clean it all up. These thoughts are evolving over time. Here I get into more detail about Dany’s 3 treasons. 

Before we start, I’ve been seeing a lot of ink spilled or should I say words typed about the Undercover Lover (UCL) Jon theory. I  pretty much put forward a version of the theory even before season 7 started. Read my thoughts here on the Trust Issues that Sansa-Jon-Dany may/will have. 

To me, UCL!Jon is the same as political!Jon or sacrificial!Jon. The only difference is the coordination. And we do know from the actor himself that Jon is manipulating (in a kind way) someone in s.7.

In my earlier posts in this series, I talked about how the show was unclear about when Arya and Sansa began to move against Littlefinger. In the script, it was very late in the game. In the show, it could’ve happened minutes after Arya returned to Winterfell or hours before they killed Littlefinger. Most likely we’ll never have a clear answer on this.

The same could very well happen between Jon and Daenerys. Assuming Jon moves against her at some point in s.8. Which he may not do at all…who knows everyone could get together and fight the undead happily united for 5 episodes…and then go kill Cersei in the finale…Or it could be Dany that strikes first and moves against Jon perceiving a betrayal is on its way. But this post isn’t about those theories.

book!Dany, as we know, is paranoid about betrayals and treasons. She is haunted by the prophecy told to her in the House of the Undying that she will know three treasons, “once for blood, once for gold and once for love". show!Dany was also a bit hung up on betrayals in s.7. She threatened Varys and questioned Tyrion’s loyalty.

Dany believes the first and second treasons have happened. The first being Mirri Maz Duur. Who betrayed her by using blood magic to return Khal Drogo but only to a catatonic state. 

The second treason being either Jorah Mormont or Brown Ben Plumm. The knight sold her secrets to the crown in exchange for exoneration for his past crimes. And Brown Ben Plumm switched sides in Mereen to fight with the Yunkai against Dany.

Aside from Brown Ben’s treason, Mirri and Jorah’s happened before the prophecy in the House of the Undying.

What if Dany’s betrayals have not happened, yet? (Or are in the process of happening in the show…) It is very possible Dany’s treasons are tied to her endgame. 

For blood: In the last post, I put forward the idea that Tyrion could already be betraying her by plotting with Cersei. (I mean really he believes Cersei will stop fighting…come on…). Or he may eventually get fed up with Dany and her burning ways. This could happen if Jaime shows up at Winterfell pledging for the North. Tyrion does love his brother and I don’t believe he will hurt him. book!Jaime has made a pledge never to fight against House Stark or Tully. If the North regrets Dany’s rule then Tyrion could be again torn between his brother and Dany. This time he may choose differently. Tyrion loves being a Lannister. And remember ‘A Lannister always pays his debts.’

If ‘for blood’ is not about family but blood magic. Then Varys could be the betrayer. Blood magic was used on him as a child and there are theories that he is a Blackfyre, a line of Targaryen bastards. He may decide to leave Dany to her own demise. (This is more likely in the books with the fAegon story happening.)

For gold: This treason is going to be different in the books and the show. Aegon aka Young Griff aka fAegon could be her treason for gold. He is being sent to meet her and instead hires the Golden Company to start invading Westeros. Essentially betraying Dany without her even knowing it. In the show, this parallels Cersei’s lie to Dany and Jon that she would agree to a cease-fire and help them in the Great War. Instead, unknown to Dany, she has hired the Golden Company to come to Westeros and fight. Remember Dany also burned lots of food and tried to burn the gold being sent from Highgarden to King’s Landing. 

The above being said, it is still also likely that someone is going to get paid in gold to commit an act of treason against Dany. Bronn perhaps? TINFOIL ALERT: Tyrion pays Bronn to try and off Dany or one of her dragons. <–that’s a good one. ;-)

For love: The third treason, a treason for love, has definitely not happened anywhere in show or book yet. It will be Jon. Should I repeat this for the folks in the back? It will be Jon.

A treason for love is just that. The person you are with or think you are with falls in love, sleeps with, etc. etc. someone else. Treasons for love are common themes in folklore and stories. It would be just like GRRM to play with this theme.

One quote I unearthed on the subject as a trope stated, “A woman’s sacrifice of family, country, position, and reputation for the sake of love, and the abandonment by the man for which she has given up everything she holds dear”. Except in our story, Dany is not the one giving up family, country, position, and reputation. That is Jon. Dany for her part has had to put her ambition on hold. She retains her position, her reputation. Jon is in the vulnerable position at least we as the audience perceive him to be.

There is a meta by @sneakystarks that recently put forward the idea that the Sansa-Jon-Dany triangle will reenact Sansa-Littlefinger-Lysa triangle. Read it here

This is a great theory. Jon is acting much as Littlefinger did. Appearing to be in the weaker position but ultimately manipulating the person (Lysa/Dany) in power. When that person threatens the true object of their desire (Sansa). Well, that’s it, the person is toast. This theory could explain why we have been show!Jon’s violent reactions to men/people who he sees as dangerous to Sansa. Perhaps the most violent reaction is yet to come? It could come when Jon no longer has anything to lose.

Jon has given up his kingdom and Dany will still abandon the Great War when the other treasons (Cersei’s and Tyrion’s or Varys’) come to light. Jon after learning his parentage will have lost everything (family, country, position, reputation). What will Sansa do? She will be there at Winterfell. She will be there when Jon needs her. And at this point, their love romantic or familial will be realized in some form. Whether it comes about because she comforts him when he is low, because there will be a political need to prevent the North from outright crowning her Queen and bringing dragon fire down upon themselves, or because Dany directly threatens Sansa, we can’t say. I believe at some point, Dany will threaten Sansa, the Starks, and/or the North. Jon will have to choose and he will always choose his Stark family.

A treason for love means someone Dany is in love with has to be in love and/or act on their love for someone else. There are no two ways around this. In our story, as it is now the only person Dany loves is Jon. The only other woman that Jon has a close relationship with is Sansa.

In the end, show watchers will be shocked by this. Book readers will look back and talk about how they saw it coming all along. 

;the touch of silk (m)

pairing: min yoongi x reader, sugar daddy! yoongi, vampire! yoongi
genre/warnings: smut, romance, blood mentions, but nothing too crazy, dirty talk, dom! Yoongi
words: 14,221

:: summary— in a world where vampires coexist with the living, there are many humans looking for a cheap thrill…you’re ashamed to admit you’re curious too, putting to good use a dating app you find…but Min Yoongi is nothing like you imagined a vampire to be…

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anonymous asked:

For the "I wish you would write a fic where..." thing: In a canon setting, except Stiles is older, went to highschool with Derek and was friend with him. He can be a deputy at the beginning, trying to deal with a newly bitten Scott, whom he considers a little brother, and the return of Derek, his friend from school and old (current) crush. Do you think it's a good idea?

So, turns out I love this idea more than anything, and I have so many ideas about this and how it would proceed, but I’m not rewriting the first season, okay. I’m not.


Stiles was very cold, very wet, and very tired, because it was midnight, raining, and he was out in the preserve looking for a body.

Half a body.

They had the bottom half, they just had to find the part they could actually ID.

East side clear, the radio on his shoulder crackled, and his dad’s voice responded for the pair of deputies to head north to meet up with the K9 team. Everything cool was happening on the northside, and yet Stiles was stuck on the southside of the preserve, with Jordan Parrish.

Jordan Parrish of unending optimism and energy.

How he got paired up with the newbie, he’d never know.

Okay, he would, because technically he was also a newbie, except he really wasn’t. Sure, he might’ve been somewhat new to being employed as a deputy of the Sheriff’s Station of Beacon County, but he’d literally grown up in that station; not one person there could say he was really a rookie.

“God, this sucks,” Stiles muttered, sweeping his flashlight back and forth across the wet and muddy ground in front of him. So far he’d found all of two dead rabbits and some dog shit someone didn’t clean up, so, real thrilling night here. Great search.

“Could be worse,” Parrish responded lightly with a shrug, and Stiles rolled his eyes at the darkness in front of him.

“Don’t say Afghanistan.”

The audible smirk in the following pause told him that was exactly what Parrish was about to say.

“I’d rather be a little damp than have sand in my boots, any day.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t step in that puddle.” Stiles’ foot was still freezing and squelched even more than the muddy forest floor beneath it.

It sucked that a woman died, yes, but Stiles was also having a rotten time.

Time passed, there were more updates of nothing found over the radio, a couple dog barks in the distance, and still they found no body.

Given that it was almost one in the morning and everyone Stiles normally talked to was either at home asleep or out in the woods with him on the radio, it took a second for his ringing cellphone to register beyond a mild annoyance that Parrish would have his phone on that loud during his shift.

“You gonna get that?” Parrish asked, and Stiles frowned at him for a second before realizing that was indeed his ringtone, and if someone was calling this late, it was probably something serious.

He only glanced at the caller ID for the briefest second as he answered.

“Yo, Scotty, what’s up?” He was about to add that he couldn’t talk right then when Scott’s panicked babbling steamrolled through his mind.

“Stiles! Oh god, you have to come get me! You’re in the preserve right? Because I’m pretty sure I’m lost, and something bit me, and—”

“Wait, hang on, you’re where?” He was tired, he was struggling to keep up with everything, and Scott was breathing like he would be needing his inhaler in about five seconds. “Why the hell are you in the woods, you know we’re looking for a body right?” he hissed into the phone, glancing briefly at Parrish, who was watching with raised eyebrows.

“Problem, Stiles?”

He shook his head, trying to act casual as Scott frantically rambled out,

“I’m by the west entrance to the preserve, I think? Stiles, I don’t know what the hell it was, but it came out of nowhere, and I’m bleeding, and I can’t find Erica—”

“Erica’s with you?” Christ, it just got better and better. “Okay, stay where you are, I’ll come find you and I’ll tell everyone to keep an eye out for Erica.”

That didn’t calm Scott down at all.

“You can’t do that, her parents would kill her if cops brought her home! You know how crazy they are!”

Stiles rubbed at his forehead. He was cold and wet and tired and now he was getting a headache. “Yes, because she has epilepsy, Scott! She could die out here.” Parrish was coming over, looking concerned. “Just stay where you are, we’re coming.”

He hung up with a frustrated huff.

“Scott’s out here?” Parrish asked, already heading south, so clearly that phone call hadn’t been as discreet as Stiles would’ve liked. At least he seemed to be going with it—despite appearances, not a total stickler for the rules. Good to know.

“And Erica. They went looking for the body.” They must’ve heard the call on the old police scanner in Stiles’ jeep. He needed to stop letting Scott borrow his car. And Scott needed to learn to stand up to Erica’s insane whims, because there was no way this wasn’t her idea.

They walked in silence for a second before Parrish said, “You know you’d do the same if you were their age, right?”

“Shut up.”

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nochu unsolved (m)

Pairing:  Jungkook x Reader
Genre: boyfriend!jungkook , smut, comedy, fluff
Warnings: thigh riding, dry humping, panty fetish, creampie, graveyard sex, mention of past emo Jungkook lmao
Word Count:  8k+
Summary:  cryptid hunting with your boyfriend doesn’t go quite as planned…

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CASTIEL AND HIS SACRED OATH - 12x10, 12x12, 12x23

This scene here. This split second glance is so so important. I don’t know why people aren’t talking about it (I couldn’t even find any gifs of it and had to take pictures coz I’m computerly incompitent). But I wanted to give my own analytical response to this millisecond glance, because I think it demonstrates properly why Cas has never done anything about his feelings for Dean. 

First, some context from my behalf: I always assumed Cas had never admitted his love for Dean for one of two reasons, 1) he was an angel, therefore not quite understanding his feelings himself - perhaps confusing them with familial love, Dean style. Or 2) he was afraid his love may not be reciprocated. But after watching 12x10, 12x12 and 12x23, I can thoroughly rule out reason 1. 

Now, I’ll be talking a lot about 12x10 as that ENTIRE EPISODE and THIS LOOK are so closely correlated. 

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Never Her

Originally posted by inlovewithacriminals

Pairing: Loki x Reader (ft. the Avengers)

Content/Warnings: Angst; fluff

Words: 1544

A/N: So my Soulmate AU writing extravaganza begins with Loki, my MCU husband. I’ll probably end up writing these Soulmate AUs to be a little longer. This was a request for @bi-pie67 for 7. Your internal voice is the voice of your soulmate’s, rather than your own.


“Are you sure bringing Loki back to the Tower is a good idea?” You asked Thor dubiously. Steve seemed to reflect your sentiment, looking just as doubtful.

“I assure you, Loki will not get into any trouble,” Thor said. “He seems to have had a change of heart, and my father has ensured that he will be unable to use magic while here, at least until we are sure he is trustworthy.”

“I’m going to trust you on this, Point Break,” Tony said. “But if he destroys my tower again, I won’t be happy.”

“I am certain Loki will do no such thing,” Thor said. “I shall bring him here tomorrow, is that okay?” Everyone shrugged, still looking uneasy with the whole idea, though nobody raised any objection to that. “Marvelous! He shall be here tomorrow, then.”

Clint snorted. Out of everyone, he was, understandably, the least excited. “Can’t wait.”

You hadn’t actually been around for the whole Loki debacle, and admittedly you were a little curious to meet Thor’s brother. Some rather colorful tales had been told by the rest of the Avengers about Thor’s ‘crazy adopted brother’, but you wanted to find out for yourself. Plus, as someone who was still waiting to find their soulmate, there was always the little ‘what if it’s him’ in the back of your mind. Your soulmate, at least from what you always heard in your internal voice, sounded British… almost. You couldn’t put your finger on the accent, but it was similar to Thor’s.

“Up and at ‘em, sunshine!” Tony’s voice came over the speakers in the tower the following morning. “Good ol’ Reindeer Games will be here today, so we gotta make sure everyone is ready. You know, just in case he goes rabid reindeer on our asses. That’s all. Over and out.”

Groaning, you rolled out of bed, pulling on some presentable clothes and making sure you were ready to meet Thor and Loki. Thor had informed everyone that he would arrive around noon, giving everyone ample time to get ready. You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee that Steve had made and sitting at the table.

“Sleep okay?” Steve asked, glancing up from his own cup.

“Yeah,”  You nodded. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“No problem. What do you think about Loki coming to stay here?” He asked you.

You shrugged. “Well, I’ve never met the guy, so it’s hard to say. Wary, but curious.”

“All I can say is, don’t get your hopes up too high,” He said with a snort. “I don’t trust the guy.”

“Guess we’ll have to find out,” You said.

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I Gift to You

@restlessandordinary OKAY, two things. One, I had this idea in my head and it is probably WAY different than you originally planned. Sorry about that. Two, this is later than I told you I would get it out. Sorry about that. Three, if you’ve got an AO3, I would like to have it so that I can gift this to you, since it is longer than a normal drabble and can stand as a oneshot. 

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               The first time it happened, Draco swore it was just a slip up. He wouldn’t do it again. Nope. Potter certainly didn’t deserve his generosity. Because that was exactly what this was. People didn’t give him enough credit when it came to being nice.

               It’s just that the sight of the eleven-year-old in glasses that weren’t fitting his face, were horribly old, fading in color and just not aesthetically pleasing, had him wanting to rectify this travesty immediately. This wasn’t because he cared or anything. Nope. This was doing everyone else a favor. Really. It benefited society by no one having to see the hideous specs.

               Draco timed it perfectly. He knew that Potter tended to spend longer eating than everyone else. Certainly, longer than Weasley. The redhead inhaled food quicker than he did air. So, when Potter was about to leave for his morning class, Draco signaled the school owl that he had trained to wait for his mark. It took weeks to train the bloody bird. The only problem was that the bird was now attached to him. Which hadn’t been previously intended. At least the owl had proper taste.

               The brown barn owl swooped down, catching the attention of a few stragglers but otherwise the notice was limited.

               Confusion was the first expression that Draco could make out. He knew that the Gryffindor probably wondered why his snowy owl hadn’t delivered the mail, but the boy was too curious to not open it. Not exactly the smartest thing to do but that was just his own suspicious nature coming forward.

               The confusion quickly bled into shock before a genuinely pleased glint appeared in the brunette’s eyes.

               Instructions had been placed in the package, because Draco knew that intelligence was the reason the reckless idiot hadn’t been placed into Ravenclaw. The glasses were charmed to stay on his face until the wearer wished them off. They would mold to the user’s needs, whether the eye sight got worse with age or not. Not to mention, the frames would change to match the user’s outfit, ensuring that they remain elegant at all times. Which was a deal breaker in his opinion.

               Draco’s resolve to allow this to be a brief moment of weakness and a onetime instance, shattered at the flush on Potter’s face and a shy grin flickered on the Gryffindor’s lips.

               Salazar, this wasn’t supposed to happen. The git wasn’t allowed to make him feel like this. Draco Lucius Malfoy doesn’t do sappy feelings.

               Angrily, Draco made his way swiftly towards the entrance, inwardly cursing Potter’s existence. It wasn’t until he almost reached the door that he heard Longbottom’s question.

               “Oh, wow. Those are pretty expensive. Who sent them to you?”

               “No idea.” Potter’s tone was a little awed. “The note just says, ‘To fix your face, finally’.”

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               Draco was determined that the second time still be counted as a slip up. This wasn’t going to be a regular thing. Nope. Not at all. Because that was just silly. Draco Lucius Malfoy doesn’t do nice things for other people. Especially to Potter.

               Unfortunately, the delivery was not as well timed as last year’s gift. The other two members of the Idiotic Trio were still around.

               He watched his the school owl struggle to carry the packages and it caused a twinge of guilt inside Draco. He couldn’t trust any other owls to do the job, so the bird would have to do it alone.

               When Potter looked to the owl, it was clear that he recognized the bird. The Gryffindor reached out a hand to softly pet the owl before opening the packages with gusto.

               Draco couldn’t hear what was going on from where he sat, but he could tell that the other boy had gasped. It was the way the eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open slowly. Which was a great reaction so far. He knew that his gift would mean something. Not that he cared about that.

               The silence was killing him. He needed to know what was being said. Draco slowly made to the end of the table, pretending that he was listening to a few of his housemate’s conversations before using that as a reason to go a different route towards the exit.

               Just as he passed, he caught the beginning of Weasley’s questions.

               “What is it? Why would someone send you books full of scribbles?”

               Draco rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. Scribbles. That one actually hurt.

               “It’s not scribbles, Ron!” Granger corrected. “I think it’s in Parseltongue.”

               “It is.” Potter whispered, fingers running over the title of the first book. Behind the Wonders of Parseltongue Volume I: The History of the Snake Language and Why it’s a Blessing and Not a Curse.

               “Why do you think they sent it?” Weasley asked, eyeing the book warily.

               “To send me a message.” Answered Potter, placing the book in his lap, only to pick up the second one. Behind the Wonders ofParseltongue Volume II: The Astonishing Accomplishments that Parseltongue has Brought to the World.

               “What message? Because they think you are Slytherin’s Heir?”

               Draco wasn’t going to even bother coming up with a mental reply for that one.

               “No.” Potter shook his head. “So that I can love all parts of me. Even the ones that are perceived as evil.”

               The insight had Draco fighting off a flush. That was not his intention… not exactly. He just hated the thought of others degrading Potter’s ability just because they don’t understand it. There is nothing wrong with being a Parselmouth. It wasn’t dark, vile or even evil.

               “Does the note say who it’s from?” There was suspicion in Granger’s tone, which had Draco scoffing internally. If he had wanted to harm Potter, he would have. It’s not like the brunette even spell checks the gifts. Which was actually pretty moronic, but that was just Draco’s thought on the matter.

               “No, it just says, ‘To learn something, for once’.”

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               The evidence against this being a onetime incident was becoming a reach, even in Draco’s own mind. But that was beside the point.

               So far, this would probably be his worst idea yet. This was getting rather personal… but he couldn’t allow this year to continue with the mass hysteria that everyone walked around with. Not when it was a farce to begin with.

               This time, he chose to have Russet—not that he named the infernal bird—deliver the gift during a nighttime study session the Idiotic Trio were having in the Library.

               When a light scratching drew Potter’s attention to the window next to him, Draco stepped into the shadows of an alcove.

               “Oh, it’s you.” Potter’s voice took a happy glint to it.

               Draco watched him rip of the packaging and freeze. This was a normal reaction, but he just hoped that the brunette wouldn’t become angry.

               News clippings, articles posted in obscure news outlets, court records and even statements made by the accused where staring up at Potter.

               He watched Potter’s brow furrow slightly with each passing minute until he was full blown frowning as each parchment was leafed through.

               “Hermione!” Potter whisper yelled as his voice cracked.

               “What? What is it? Oh, your anonymous friend sent you something?” Granger hadn’t looked up from her book on Medieval Flobberworms and Why They Were the Downfall of Mermish Society, as she walked down the aisle.

               “Hermione, can the Wizengamot sentence someone to Azkaban without a trial?”

               That caused Granger to peer up at him in confusion. “No, it violates several laws and is illegal.”

               Potter thrusted all of the articles harshly as Weasley came around the other side of the table and read over their shoulders.

               “Oh.” Granger whispered, blinking rapidly. “This isn’t good.”

               “Black is innocent, isn’t he?” There was a miserable confusion in Potter’s tone. But Draco couldn’t have admitted that he knew from his father that Black truly hadn’t been a Death Eater, without revealing sources.

               “Let me guess.” Weasley began sarcastically. “There’s no signature?”

               “Just a note that says, ‘To provide the proof that has always been there, idiot’.”

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She loves watching him study.

The way he scrunches his nose when he comes across some obstacle, solving maths problems. The way his hair falls down on his face, his back hunched over a textbook. The way his eyes would light up when he understood something he was struggling with. She loves how smart he is, how nerdy he sounds when he’s explaining something to her.

He sometimes comes to the cabin to study with her, since she gets her own homework now too. Mr Clarke, who was, after a lot of hesistation, let on the secret, visits her three times a week, to help her prepare for eventual school after she doesn’t have to hide anymore.

And that’s another thing that leads to Mike. As much as El adores Mr Clarke, Mike is her favourite tutor. He explains the wonders of science in the same soft, attentive tone he used to explain friendships and promises, and El can’t help but keep asking, even if just to hear his voice and look at his freckles when he sits close to her on the floor.

One March evening they are sprawled on the floor, with notebooks laying around them, El doing her maths homework and Mike studying for a science contest. He was furrowing his dark eyebrows, with dark circles under his eyes.

That was probably the first time El hated watching him study.

His head was swaying over his textbooks, eyelids drooping.

‘Mike.’

'Hmm?’

'You need to sleep.’ she took the textbook out of his hands. He looked up at her with tired eyes.

'But, El, the contest’s in a week and I still need to…’

'You need to sleep.’ she said forcibly, furrowing her brows.

'Okay, okay, I’ll go to sleep earlier tonight, I promise. I just need to…’

'No. You’ll go to sleep now.’ she pointed at her bed and made the blanket hover over it slightly.

Then she took a hold of his hands and pulled him up, dragging him towards the bed. He didn’t protest much, yawning. He laid down, rubbing his tired eyes.

'Maybe a short nap is not the worst idea…’ and just like that, he was snoring almost as loudly as Hopper. She covered him with a blanket and couldn’t resist brushing her fingers trough his dark, soft hair. He muttered something incoherently, moving his head towards her palm. She smiled softly and went back to her maths homework, glancing at his peaceful face once a while.

But then, after a while, she heard him whimper slightly and lifted her eyes quickly. He was crying silently, curling into a ball, gripping blanket with his fingers.

She got up, unsure what to do.

'Don’t go… Please don’t leave me… ’ he sobbed, shaking. 'I can’t lose… I can’t lose you, please don’t…’

His voice broke and she gripped his hand in her own.

'Mike, Mike wake up!’

'Please…’

'Mike!’

He suddenly jolted awake, looking around frantically with tear-filled eyes, until they stopped on her face. After a few seconds he just wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly and pressing his face against her arm.

'It’s okay, Mike.’ she whispered, hugging him back just as tight. 'It’s okay. You’re okay.’

Hopper used to say that a lot when he woke her up from her nightmares.

'Y-you were gone again.’ he said quietly, his voice still shaking a bit, muffled by her shirt.

'But I’m not. I’m here, Mike. It’s okay now. I promise. I’m not going anywhere. ’

He nodded, but didn’t let her go for another few minutes. When he did, she gently wiped his cheeks and pressed a soft kiss against his still trembling lips.

'I don’t wanna go back to sleep.’ he said quietly, looking away.

'What if I stay with you?’

He stared at her, puzzled. She laid down next to him and pulled him down, so they were both laying on their sides, facing eachother, their hands intertwined.

'Hopper will kill me if he finds us like that. ’

'I won’t let him.’ she smiled at him, and lifted her chin a bit to kiss his forehead.

'Promise?’

'Promise.’

El loves watching him study, but what she loves even more is watching him sleep peacefully, with his fingers wrapped around her hands.

@shattered-quill @maxmayfield @themikewheelers @mxdmax @lucassinclairstan @bob-newby-superhero @alabasterswriting

Thanks to @australet789​ I just had an epiphany and I can’t believe I didn’t realize this sooner. 

It should go without saying but SPOILER ALERT

These are the main three topics I’m going to be discussing here:
  • Why Gabriel has the Butterfly and the Peacock Miraculous.
  • What happened to Mama Agreste
  • Why he wants the Cat/Ladybug Miraculous

It all comes back to the Temple of the Guardian’s Order. (or “The Miraculous Guardians” as Wayzz put it and yes I am loving that bit.)

Y’know, that place that was important enough for the show to give us multiple full-colored images of while getting some Fu backstory and important lore that manages to answer some questions and pose about 30000 more?

Yeah. That temple.

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You Bet

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

Request(s): 

  • Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader … Honestly IDK what you wright. I am just a sucker for Steve The Mom™ and his bromance with Dustin. Would love for Dustin to have a sister or cousin or something and the Reader getting roped into Dart shenanigans. PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ
  • Can you do an imagine with Steve Harrington, were the reader is really badass, and kills one of the demogorgons, and steve starts liking her?

Word Count: 3038 (suuuper long I kinda hate it)

Song: No song for this I kinda just blasted the whole soundtrack for two days straight

Summary: Kinda exactly what the requests say but if you didn’t read it it’s essentially Steve being Mom Of The Year and you being Dustin’s badass older sister that Steve falls for after seeing her in action while fighting the demodogs.

Warning(s): Violence, swearing, I think that’s it????

Author’s Note: I’ll do a smutty part two if y’all want it like I’ll probs do it anyway let’s be for real

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Clingy

Originally posted by pinkharold

This is so angsty, but I hope you guys enjoy! Thank you to whoever requested. Keep spreading the love. xx - L

You overhear Harry talking badly about you at a party.

Warnings: angsty, light smut

Word Count: 1,728

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20 reasons why i cant stop watching the stranger things finale:

1) we finally get the mileven reunion scene and that was so heart-wrenchingly beautiful. i mean that was straight out of ‘the notebook’ like “i never gave up on you. i called you every day for –” “353 days. i know. i heard.” ouch.

2) that heartbreaking scene between mike and hopper. 

3) eleven’s reunion with dustin, lucas and joyce. 

4) mike and eleven’s farewell. “i can’t lose you again. promise me you’ll come back?” “promise” then eleven being the one to lean in for a kiss, only for papa hopper to be like ‘nope nope let’s go’. 

5) lucas kneeing billy for being a racist asshat. 

6) steve protecting his adopted sons and daughter. 

7) basically just steve and the kids in every scene tbh. 

8) max being a badass zoomer and also standing up to her abusive stepbrother, smashing that bat near his groin and standing up for her friends.

9) eleven and hopper’s gruff reunion that was so laced with love. “what the hell is this? where have you been?” “where have you been!” <3 

10) eleven and hopper’s heart-to-heart in the car. hopper saying he’s a blackhole and he’s so terrified of losing eleven because gdi, they were father and daughter long before that certificate. 

11) eleven being a complete and utter badass closing the gate, levitating and using both hands, then collapsing into hopper’s arms and him saying “you did good, kid. you did really good.” 

12) hopper receiving that birth certificate that said that eleven was now legally his daughter: jane hopper. 

13) dustin and steve’s brotp. him being dustin’s ride to the snowball and telling him how to pick up girls. 

14) lucas practicing in the mirror how to ask max to dance and his sister erica catching him. 

15) lucas and max at the snowball in general. how she just rolls her eyes and pulls him along and how she kisses him. 

16) will being called ‘zombie boy’ in a good way and how flustered he got when he was asked to dance. 

17) will being taught how to dance by joyce and jonathan just filming him with bob’s video recorder.

18) dustin’s scenes at the snowball. how heartbreaking it was to see him get rejected, see him crying but then lighting up to have nancy ask him to dance and reassure him he’ll be okay. 

19) mike seeing eleven for the first time at the snowball. him telling her she’s beautiful. their kiss, which was so full of heart and fondness and relief and joy. eleven leaning in and mike resting his forehead against her.

20) the ending with the mind flayer looking down on the middle school. i love that they closed the gate but didn’t kill it. it leaves so much room for season 3 to explore because the mind flayer is clearly sentient and it’s looking for revenge. 

fictionandmusic  asked:

wow your writing in the gods and monsters series is amazing! i've always loved greek myths and you bring them to life and add a different twist that makes it better than anything i've ever read about mythology!! if you have time, could you do a continuation of the Hades and Kore story? Kore/Persephone is one of my fav goddesses and i can't wait to see where you take her story!

(continuation of: x, x)

The first time Kore throws herself into the River Styx, she is reckless and stubborn and feels like she has so little left to lose, only an overbearing mother she yearns to escape.

The first time Kore throws herself into the River Styx, she fights and swims and survives. She is picked up on the shore and carried to safety in Hades’s arms.

The second time Kore throws herself into the River Styx, she is reckless and stubborn and feels like she has everything to lose. She lets the water take her, and she drowns.

The second time Kore throws herself into the River Styx, it kills her.

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Kore wakes up after falling unconscious while being carried by the King of the Underworld. Her skin is fully healed, no longer blistering and burning. She’s naked under the soft blankets, but she was naked when she dove into the river, so she’s not too worried about it.

“I didn’t know you were a goddess,” someone says, and she turns her head to see a little girl sitting by her bedside with black skin and grey eyes and hair. She’s glaring at her, “I wouldn’t have tried to kill you if I’d known. You shouldn’t touch my water – it’s not good for you. It will kill you. It does not care what you are.”

“It did not kill Achilles,” Kore says, pushing herself up so the blanket falls to her waist.

The young Lady Styx huffs and gets to her feet, pushing open the long wardrobe on the other side of the room. “It did, actually. What my river takes, it keeps.” Kore raises an eyebrow. Styx doesn’t explain further, only places a dark blue gown on the bed. “Hecate put some of her old things in here for you. She’s taller and thinner than you are. But you are a goddess. You can make it work.”

“I can,” Kore agrees, amused. She pushes herself out of bed, and her hair falls into her face.

Her hair has been a dark brown her whole life.

She strides over to the wardrobe and pulls it open, starring at herself in the mirror.

Her hair has turned pure, snowy white. The hair on her head of course, but the rest of it too. Her eyebrows, the light hair on her arms and legs, going down her navel, the hair between her legs – all of it white.

“You’re lucky nothing worse happened,” Styx scolds. “My river usually does much worse than that.”

Kore touches one of her new, pale eyebrows. “That is an excellent point, Lady Styx.”

With some clever magic, Kore pulls on the now perfectly fitting gown. Hecate doesn’t tend to bother with them, only dresses up if there’s some sort of celebration that requires her attendance – something that hasn’t happened in a long time, ever since she irritated Zeus and Poseidon to the point that they called for her head on a spike. The gown is old, even by their standards, but its beautifully crafted, stars plucked from the heavens and sewn into the bodice, waves from the seven seas curling around the long skirt. “This is very valuable,” she says, “Is Hecate sure she would like me to have it?”

Styx shrugs, “She said it was a young woman’s dress, and however she may look, she’s not a young woman any more. It’s my favorite dress of hers – I was quite cross that she gave it to you, but I did almost kill you. So I suppose that’s fair enough.”

“Ah,” Kore says, not quite sure how to respond to that. “I see.”

Styx grins at her and grabs her hand. The child goddess’s skin is freezing to the touch, but Kore doesn’t flinch back out of fear of being rude. “Come with me now. Hades wants to see you.”

The girl leads her through the twisting hallways to a polished wooden door. It’s not the throne room, where Kore thought that the girl would take her. She’s seen the grand inner chambers of Poseidon and Zeus’s homes before, of the lesser gods even, and Kore braces herself for something just as grandiose and intimidating.

Styx opens the door and pushes her inside before vanishing.

Kore blinks and looks around.

The room is smaller than she expected. It’s lined with shelves packed with scrolls, and mounted on the opposite wall is large map that’s constantly shifting and changing, and it take her almost a full minute of looking at it to realize it’s a map of the underworld.

“You’re looking better.”

Kore’s eyes snap down, and it’s only then that she notices the figure of Hades, King of the Underworld, hunched over his desk. His hair pulled in messy low ponytail, and there are dark bags under his eyes. He’s in a simple black chiffon, one no more presumptuous than any mortal noble would wear. He’s the most unassuming, unremarkable thing in already unassuming, unremarkable room.

Suddenly, she feels over-dressed.

“Thank you,” she says, not knowing what else to say. She feels – awkward, almost, in front of him, which isn’t something she’s ever felt with anyone. She wants to climb into his lap and rest her head against his shoulder. She wants to force him into some proper clothes for a king. She wants to put him to bed and make him sleep until he loses those bruises under his eyes.

She’s never wanted to do any of those things for anyone before. She doesn’t even know him.

Although – she knows he came for her. That he found an intruder into his realm and picked her up and soothed her, carried her to safety and washed her of the corrosive water of the Styx. He placed her in his palace and did not touch her as so many other men would have touched her.

So perhaps she does know him. At least a little.

He rests his chin on his hand while he looks at her. “Hermes came with a message from your mother, demanding your return.” She doesn’t even have the time to panic before he continues, “I denied her. If she wishes to speak to me in person, I told her she is welcome to step into my realm herself.”

“She won’t do that,” Kore says, “She fears your realm. She fears how her power means nothing in your domain.”

Kore had never known her mother to fear anything – except the land of the dead. She’d grown up thinking Hades must be a hulking, formidable figure to pull fear from her mother’s breast, but that’s clearly not the case.

He smiles, and it’s the first hint of sharpness she’s seen from him. “I know. There will be consequences, of course. But those are my concern. You are a guest of my realm, Goddess of Spring. Walk where you please, and do as you please. No one will stop you.”

He’s already looking back down at his papers, eyebrows drawing together as he scratches out a series of numbers and rewrites them. It’s a clear dismissal, but Kore can’t bring herself to move.

She’s never met this man before. Yet he stands against her mother, yet he welcomes her to his realm, yet he permits unrestricted access to his home, yet he grants her every freedom he’s able.

“Thank you,” she says again. He gives an absent nod, already reaching for another scroll.

She leaves as quietly as she came.

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The King of Hawkins Goes Soft

Summary: The reader helps chaperone the winter formal, which leads to a very eventful night involving the King of Hawkins. 

Word Count: 2648

Song Pairing: Talking in your Sleep- the romantics https://youtu.be/PtxiZItyYh8

authors note: kinda spoilers for season two? This also doesn’t 100% follow the plot! I had SO much fun writing this!! Let me know what you think!! (single mom Steve is the best Steve)


You smiled to yourself watching the event unfold. Steve was giving some version of a pep talk to Dustin before the winter formal, and you laughed as you saw the deal sealed with a handshake.

Dustin walked by you with a huge grin, “Hey (y/n)!”. He saluted you, and you saluted back matching his grin. You winked, “Good luck tonight soldier”.

By now Steve had parked his car, and was resting against the hood. You walked over to him, “What are you doing here? Hate to break it to ya but you’re a little too old-”.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, laughing while shaking his head. He smiled, “I gotta keep an eye on the little shits”.

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anonymous asked:

Okay so hi, I was wondering why Robbie isn't in the show anymore? I joined the fandom last season so I don't have any idea what happened behind the scenes pre-Season 12.

Writers move on! 

Robbie left the show after season 11 - IN ONE OF THE MOST SAVAGE MOVES IN NETWORK TELEVISION HISTORY BY THE WAY, MORE ON THAT BELOW - to work on some of his other projects

It was a very sad day for me but that does unfortunately happen in show business! There was absolutely some tension between Robbie and TPTB at the time, AS EVIDENCED BY HIS SAVAGE FUCKING EXIT, but I can’t speak to whether that was really a contributing factor in his decision to leave. But I like to think that it was, for the #drama of it all.

Explanation on Robbie’s SPN career and final episode, plus why I’m willing to die for him, can be found below:

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Your father would be proud of you.

When Lily Potter died to protect her son it cast a charm, an ancient type of magic, that would protect him. James Potter sacrificed himself for his wife and child, so why didn’t it work on them?

Just imagine though, Lily Potter hears a thud on the stairs and knows he’s gone. Tears begin to form in her eyes.

Voldemort intended to keep his promise to Snape, and as no major curses were doing damage, he simply immobilises her, forcing her to watch as he turns on Harry. The spell backfires, still giving Harry his infamous lightening scar.

Once the spell on her breaks, she rushed to Harry and takes him in her arms, rocking him to sleep. She whispers over and over again to him: “Your father would be so proud of you.”

She only turns away from him when Hagrid arrives, who then promises Dumbledore he’ll tell him how everything happened.

Sirius turns up merely moments later and he lets out a violent sob upon seeing his best friends body spread eagled on the stairs. He leans down and messes up his hair and straightens his skewed glasses. He then proceeds up the stairs and is suddenly staring into a pair of emerald eyes.

She places Harry down in the cot and then they collapsed in each other’s arms, both crying until the authorities turn up, removing James’ body and informing them on their capture of Pettigrew.

They walk slowly down the stairs, Lily almost collapsing under the weight of her every step. She almost loses it at the sight of the body bag containing her husband. Her young, brave, beautiful, handsome husband.

With Harry placed on her hip and Sirius at her side, she takes one last look at the house before grabbing the portkey and it disappears before her very eyes.

She cries some more and, despite telling herself she needs to be strong for her son, she just collapses into the wet gravel of the driveway of her new house: house for it is no home without her husband.

She feels something heavy slump around her shoulders and the strong potent smell of cigarettes climbs her nose. It’s not the vanilla and cinnamon she’d rather have, but it’s brotherly comfort and it’s safe.

She’s not quite sure how it’s happened but she’s inside with a mug of warm tea in her hand. It scolds as it runs down her throat but she doesn’t care, the momentary warmth subsides the pain.

Sirius also has a mug although she’s fairly certain he’s not drinking tea. The clear liquid stank of alcohol and she knew why he was drinking it- the burning sensation stays.

A knock on the door at around 7am awakens her from the trance she had entered, and the same looked like it could be said for Sirius.

He gruffly mumbles “I’ll get it.” before pulling out his wand and going to open the door. A look of shock passes his face as a tall figure steps inside.

“I’m sorry…” they both say at the same time before embracing each other. Sirius smells of cigarettes and lemon and it’s home. Remus smells of chocolate and some cheap liquor but finally it’s home.

“Remus…” She beckons and he walks towards her and is enveloped in a hug. He frantically whispers those two words over and over again as he begins to cry into her vivid auburn hair.

This is terrible, but it could’ve been worse. She could be dead. Harry could be dead. Her gorgeous son and her amazing husband could’ve both been taken from her and she knew she wouldn’t have coped at all.

The time would come where she would question what had happened. Why hadn’t she been killed? Why had he failed to kill Harry who was only a baby? And she got her answers, vague as they might be, but she got them.

In Harry’s first year she receives word of his heroic actions and she knows its the beginning of something.

In second year when she can’t find him on the platform she panics. She’d only gone through before him to meet Sirius and Remus and he wanted to wait for the Weasleys who weren’t there yet. Molly says that Ron and Harry were coming through last, but as the steam train rolls out of the station, she still hasn’t seen him anywhere.

She’s worried sick all afternoon until she receives a letter from Dumbledore explaining everything. Despite being so awfully mad, she can’t bring herself to send a howler. Instead she sends a note that reads: I’m incredibly angry with you but your father would be proud.

Remus and Sirius find it hilarious.

News comes that Pettigrew escaped although 3rd year would turn out pretty uneventful. Remus and Sirius move to Hogsmede as Remus takes the DADA job. Sirius and Harry catch up in Hogsmede at weekends.

He is somehow entered in the Trwizard tournament and Lily, Sirius and Remus watch anxiously at each stage. When Voldemort comes back and Harry sees his father, he sends a message back to his mother that he loves her very very much. She breaks down upon this and, when she sees Harry in the hospital she says: “Your father would be extremely proud of you”

Come 5th year Harry knows about the connection between himself and Voldemort and exploits it for his own purpose. He can tell the difference between fake and real images and instantly knows Sirius is okay. Instead, Dumbledore repeats the rest of the prophecy and Harry now knows he must be the one to kill Voldemort.

Sixth year meant Ginny and his mother couldn’t help but see the resemblance between the two of those and her and James. When she first gets news of the pair she sends a simple message: “Me and your father are so proud”

Upon coming back from the cave, Harry shows Sirius the locket, who obviously knows who RAB is. The hunt for the horcruxes has begun.

Harry refuses Remus and Sirius’ help. For a start, Dumbledore wanted him to do this alone and he has Ron and Hermione and he doesn’t think he needs much more. “Please, look after my mother”

They go into hiding, resurfacing only for the Battle of Hogwarts. Lily has to grab Ginny around the waist when she sees Harry in Hagrids arms, mainly so she had something to do instead of lash out but also because the poor girl needs it. And then he’s alive and the battle is back on.

Voldemort has fallen and her son is in her arms: “Your father would be so so so so proud of you.”

She’s crying on Sirius shoulder, sniffling into a a pearl coloured sleeve. “I do”. Sirius is crying too, trying to cover it up by burying his face in the crook of Remus’ neck.

Lily walked up to him, and kissed him on the cheek. ”Congrats, Kiddo. I’m proud of you. Your father would be proud of you.”

“Thanks Mum. Thanks dad”

Earned It- Loki One Shot

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Prompt: When Thor brings Loki to stay with the Avengers, the team decides to prove just how much the God of Mischief has changed by assigning you to earn his trust; but you end up earning more than that. NO RAGNAROK SPOILERS!

Word Count: 3700

A/N: Ok so I saw Thor Ragnarok when it first came out and I absolutely loved it. For some reason, I fell in love with Loki. Not gonna lie, I feel like Loki deserves redemption and the MCU is not giving him that at all (which is why I disliked him in previous movies). Before Ragnarok, I only liked Loki because he was funny and Tom Hiddleston is beautiful. So, yeah, with this new found love for Loki, I have decided to expand my characters by adding him to the list of people I will write of. Fair warning: this is not a good imagine at all.

~~~

“But why me?” You let out an exasperated whine, “He knows me the least.”

“It’s not just that.” Steve nodded, “You weren’t there when he tried taking over the world, so you’re the best candidate.”

“So what? I’m chosen just because he’s never tried to kill me directly before?”

“Basically. Plus, you’re a hot, young girl that Loki would totally mess with.” Tony added, making Natasha hit him over the back of his head and you roll your eyes. “I’m just saying that you have more assets than I do when it comes to gaining the God of Mischief’s trust.”

“Thanks, Tony.” You replied in a flat tone.

“Will you do it, Y/N? It’s the best way to see if he has changed and if we can actually trust him.” Steve said.

“If I’m our only hope, then sure, but, I swear, if Loki tries anything on me, Thor, you will no longer have a brother.”

“Get in line.” Clint laughed dryly.

“Yeah, you’ll have to wait your turn for that.” Bruce said.

“Hey, now, no one will be killing my brother. He has changed.” Thor said. When the mighty God of Thunder first approached the Avengers about his brother staying in the compound with them, they were all quick to say no. Thor then went into detail about Loki’s redeeming actions while his brother walked into the room. After putting away their drawn weapons, Tony locked Loki in one of the cells, so that the team could discuss the issue at hand. That’s when Tony, Natasha, and Steve came up with the brilliant idea of using you as bait. You, the newest Avenger that has never even formally met Loki before, were chosen as the person to draw him out. You would somehow gain his trust and learn whether or not he has truly changed. If he never trusted you, then he was the same Loki as years ago; if he trusted you, then he had changed.

With your decision made, the Avengers left their meeting room to the cells. You all stood before Loki as he beamed mischievously at the sight before him. Tony opened the cell up and allowed the God to step out.

“Alright, reindeer games, we’ve got some rules that you must comply to- if you are to stay here.” Tony stated.

“Ah, rules- don’t you just love them and the chaos they bring?” Loki replied and Steve scolded Natasha as she began to curl her fists.

“Look,” Steve said, stepping up, “You’re not allowed to leave the compound unless one of us agrees to go with you; you cannot create any chaos inside or outside of the compound; you’re not allowed anywhere near the ships or weaponry-”

“I get it. I’m under house arrest. I’ve been in trouble before.” He stated, “Now, where is my bedroom? I’d like to catch up on some sleep.”

“Follow me, brother.” Thor said, leading Loki up the stairs as everyone dismantled from their protective stances. You watched as the two brother headed up the spiral staircase and you caught how Loki peered over his shoulder at you. You were quick to turn your head and invest yourself in a conversation with Steve.

~~~

That night, Loki did not come downstairs for dinner. Thor offered to take him a plate, but you insisted on doing it- that way, you could introduce yourself properly to him. Thor, knowing your intentions well, allowed you to take his place in serving his brother. You stood outside of Loki’s room and knocked lightly on the door, holding his plate of food with the other hand.

“Come in.” Loki said dryly. You slowly opened the door to find him sitting on his bed with a disinterested look in his eyes.

“I brought you dinner.” You gestured to the plate of steak and potatoes.

“I’m not hungry.” He replied and you shook your head with a laugh.

“You haven’t eaten all day. Please, eat this. Sam makes the best steaks.” You held it out to him and placed the book in his hands on his lap, before taking the plate.

“Sam?”

“Yeah, Sam, he’s the Falcon. He’s super cool and there are no steaks that compare to his- well, actually there’s a really nice restaurant in Upper Manhattan that has the best steaks. Sam’s are still amazing.”

“I’m dying to try it.” Loki replied sarcastically as he poked it with his fork.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You said, holding a hand out to him.

“Loki, but you already knew that.” He shook your hand almost timidly. He felt that there was something off about you- why were you so kind compared to the others? He expected Thor to be the only one to treat him as a normal person- not some random Midgardian that he’s never met.

“What book are you reading?”

“Excuse me?” Loki asked and you nodded toward the stray book on his bed. “It’s just a story my mother used to tell me. It’s a part of Norse mythology, as you humans call it.”

“It sounds interesting. I’ve always enjoyed learning about mythology.” You said, genuinely.

“Well, as good of a book it is, it does get boring after a while. I should have brought more books with me.”

“You know, Loki, we’ve got a library.”

“A library?” Loki asked, his whole stance perking up at the word.

“Yeah, I’d offer to show you it tonight, but I’ve got dishes to do. I’ll show it to you tomorrow.” You paused and then nodded, “I’ll see you later then. Good night, Loki.”

“Good night, YN.” Loki replied as you quickly retreated from his room. He looked at the plate in his hands and set it on his bedside table. He picked up his book and began to read it once more. He couldn’t help but think about you and how you were so intriguing to him. As much as he’d appreciate you showing him the library tomorrow, Loki got up and made it his mission to find the library on his own.

~~~

The next day, you went to find Loki in his room, but found that it was empty. You then decided that the library would be the next best place to look, knowing that he had shown a level of interest in it. You found him as expected; he was comfortably lounging in a chair with his nose stuck in a different book.

“I see you found Steve’s Shakespeare.” You said with a short laugh. Loki jumped, startled at your sudden presence. He lowered the book and looked over at you as you stood in between two shelves.

“It is quite entertaining to read.” He replied, glancing down at Macbeth in his hands.

“I know. It’s one of my favorite Shakespeare plays.” You nodded.

“If you’ll forgive me, I’d like to continue it.”

“I’ll be quiet, but I want to do some reading of my own.” You replied. You searched in the shelves for a book as Loki continued his reading.

This happened once everyday for the next two weeks. You would enter the library to read in peace, and Loki would already be sitting at a chair by the fire with a different book in his hand than the day before. You would both make small talk for a few minutes when you arrived. You felt, over this time period, that your feelings for the God were growing, and growing romantic. You also felt that there had been no progress on your part- Loki still treated you as if you were just another Avenger, as if you were on the same level as his brother for trust.

“Just give it some more time.” Natasha told you as you complained to her in her room.

“Time won’t do anything, Nat. Nothing is working. We just sit in a library and read as communication.” You let out an exasperated sigh and she shrugged. You watched as she focused on painting her toenails a light shade of purple almost more than she focused on your complaints.

“At least he bears being in the same room as you. He makes every meal incredibly awkward.” She replied. You remembered back to just this morning- Loki was silent, like he always was, and, as soon as he finished eating, he left the room. His presence filled the entire room with tension.

“That’s one thing, though.” You huffed.

“Aren’t you usually reading by now?” Natasha asked, peering at the clock on her wall.

“I’m quitting this mission. It’s stupid and it’s pointless. The guy has been here for two weeks and he’s done nothing. Isn’t that reason enough to trust him?”

“Look who you’re talking to and think who you’re talking about- guess again.” Natasha laughed. She had been on so many missions where she was undercovers for weeks, and Loki most likely had no problem with committing to fooling someone for long periods of time.

“That doesn’t matter. What I mean to say is this whole idea is corrupt and I’m done with it.”

“Corrupt? As in it isn’t good on Loki?”

“That’s not what I-”

“Ohhhh,” Natasha let out sinister laugh followed by a knowing smirk, “You like him, don’t you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You tried to defend yourself.

“Sweetheart, you can lie to yourself and to him all you want, but you cannot lie to me. You are totally into him!”

“Fine, so what if I am? Why are you so happy about it?” You asked, referring to her blatant hatred of him.

“I don’t agree with you, but I think you liking him is cute. Maybe you could end up changing him.” She shrugged hopefully, “Plus, if he hurts you, it gives me even more motivation to kill him.”

“Like you need anymore of that.” You said, making her chuckle.

“Fine, if you’re giving up this mission, then you can go make me a sandwich. I’m starving.” Natasha said and you playfully rolled your eyes at her.

“Turkey or ham?” You asked as you headed towards her bedroom door.

“Turkey please!” She called from her spot.

You left her room and went straight to the kitchen to make up her snack. You finished her sandwich and then decided to make one for yourself. Just as you were about to top off your own with the final piece of bread, you heard a voice, announcing the presence of someone else in the room.

“Could you make me one too, please?” It was Loki and the sincerity in his voice was something almost unusual. He seemed quieter and mellower in his demeanor today.

“Would you like turkey or ham?” You asked as he stepped into the kitchen completely and began to watch you work.

“Either will be fine.” He said, “You didn’t come to the library today.”

“Oh, you noticed that.” You stated, awkwardly fumbling with the sliced meat before you.

“Why, yes, I did.” Loki stated, taking a cautious step towards you, “I do notice when the one person who does not alienate me leaves me alone.” You turned to him to see him being completely genuine- his soft eyes telling you everything. He looked away and took the sandwich from your hands, “Pardon my directness.” He left the room with the sandwich and without another word.

You sighed at his retreating figure. Maybe you shouldn’t quit- at least not yet. He had shown some feeling in that moment; he had shown that he cared about you. You wouldn’t jump to saying he thought of you in a romantic way like you thought of him, but you could conclude that he felt connected to you.

You took the last two sandwiches to Natasha’s room. You dared not speak of the recent events to her. She munched happily on her sandwich as you two watched reality shows and as he toes dried.

~~~

The next day was completely lovely. The sky was blue and the leaves were in the middle of changing colors. You absolutely loved it and you figured Loli would too. You quietly entered the library and saw him exactly where you had planned to: sitting in that same arm chair with yet another book.

“Loki,” You said, making your presence known to him. He peered over his book at you and offered a smile, “I was wondering if you’d like to go outside- since, you know, you’ve kind of lived in this room for the past couple of weeks.”

“Outside? You would accompany me outside?” He asked, completely thrown off by your question.

“Yes. It’s a beautiful day. I was going to visit the park and I thought that you might like to join me.” You explained yourself.

“I would like that.” Loki said. He set the book on the table and stood up. Using his magic, he changed his clothes from Asgardian wear to Midgardian casual attire. You smiled at him, admiring his change.

You took Loki to the nearest park, much to the dismay of some of your fellow teammates. Thor offered to tag along, but Natasha quickly shut that down. Thor was far too recognizable and anyone could recognize Loki if they had seen his brother. You were pleased about introducing Loki to feeding the ducks with the few pieces of bread that you had smuggled from the compound. From what you could tell, he enjoyed it. It was the simplest thing, yet it displayed Loki’s humaneness in such a strong way. He never really stopped genuinely smiling while at the park and all of it was because of you.

~~~

Loki was pacing around in his room the next day, rehearsing how he should ask you out. He wanted to take you to that restaurant that served the steak you loved, but he didn’t know how Midgardian dating worked.

“Brother!” Thor greeted, walking into Loki’s room unannounced and startling him.

“Thor, have you forgotten how to knock?” He asked with a sigh.

“I heard you pacing. Is anything on your mind?”

“Why would anything be on my mind? I’m fine.” His reply was defensive as he attempted to conceal his emotions. As the God of Mischief, he is normally much better at it, but his feelings for you had grown too great for him to easily cope with.

“Does this have anything to do with Lady Y/N?” Thor inquired.

“What are you on about, brother? This has nothing to do with her. Nothing is wrong.” Loki stated.

“Whatever you say, I shall believe, but I do think you should ask her sooner than later. Unlike us, Lady Y/N does not have thousands of years.” He spoke with a calm smile.

“Is that all?”

“Well, I was originally sent to ask if you were joining us for dinner, so will you?”

“It depends if I am hungry or not. You can leave now, Thor.” Loki said and his brother exited with his hands up in surrender. Loki looked at himself in the mirror and cast an illusion so that he was in casual clothing for the second day in a row. He left his room and headed straight to yours. As he was about to knock, he realized your door was cracked open and that you were speaking to someone in your room.

“I’m actually glad I didn’t quit.”

“I’m glad you didn’t, too.” Natasha said, “It seems to be working.”

“I learned from the best.” You laughed, referring to your best friend before you.

“Do you think he’s changed?”

“I think Loki has.” He froze hearing you mention his name. His heart hammered in his chest, “He seems kinder and gentler. I still feel bad though. A part of me wishes I gave up, but a part of me is proud that I’m going through with this mission.”

‘Mission?’ Loki thought. He felt a stinging pain build up in his heart. No, it couldn’t be. He was the God of Mischief. There was no way you, a mere Midgardian, could have tricked him- and there was no way you could have tricked him into falling in love with you.

“Going undercover is hard, but you have done it well, even if your target was the God of Mischief.” Natasha replied proudly. Loki heard you two come closer to the door, but he wasn’t quick enough to move. His feet were planted in that moment- replaying your words in his head. As you opened the door to reveal him, he used his magic to transform him back to his Asgardian self.

“Loki-“ you started. Natasha looked at you with concern, knowing fully well that he had heard the two of you.

“Don’t.” Loki spoke with a firm shake of his head. The smile that you had grown fond of over the past few weeks was completely gone. “Congratulations, you succeeded in fooling the God of Mischief.” He sarcastically raised his hands and did a partial bow for you, before he left without another word.

You watched his retreating figure in pain. You had never wanted to hurt him- that was never the plan, but, yet again, falling in love with the trickster was never a part of the plan either. You started to walk in the direction of his room when Natasha caught your hand.

“Y/N,” she sighed, “Leave him be for a bit. C’mon, we should tell the others.” Agreeing with her, you quietly followed her down the hall to the lab, opposite of Loki’s direction.

~~~

“Well, this is-“ Tony started after taking a deep breath, but was cut off by Steve.

“Bad. This is bad.” He stated. You could feel all of their eyes watching you, as you kept your eyes focused on the ground beneath you. “Thor, what do you suggest we do?”

“I do not know.” The God replied, “I have never seen my brother act the way he was with Y/N before. He showed a whole different level of respect and compassion for her-“

“Could it be that he was playing her as well?” Clint asked.

“No.” Thor shook his head, “Loki is mischievous and he is great at pretending, but not like this. I have never seen him so vulnerable.”

“You think he actually loves her?”

“I don’t know if I would call it love quite yet, but I do believe it could have become that.”

“Should I talk to him?” You asked quietly. Guilt and pain was all you could feel. Loki was upset with you, and, now, Thor believed you to have broken his heart.

“Maybe I shall speak with him first, Lady Y/N.” Thor said. “I know my brother best and I fear he is too unpredictable at the moment.”

“Very well then. Thor, go see him.” Natasha stated and he nodded. The room was silent as all of you watched Thor leave the room.

Thor entered Loki’s room to find his brother casually sitting on his bed, a book in his hand. Loki lowered the book and looked at the other God. He answered, “Yes?”

“Do you love her?” Thor asked.

“That mortal? Please.” Loki said, rolling his eyes lightly.

“Loki, drop this act. Do you love her?” He asked again. Thor stepped into the room and a bright gold burst came from the room as Loki’s magic disappeared. The seemingly normal bedroom was an illusion and shifted into the remains of a bedroom. The bed was torn apart with the mattress falling into the wall; the opposite wall had a few fist holes in it; and the bedside table was smashed, bits of it splattered around the room. Loki sat in the far corner and lifted his head from hands.

“See for yourself, brother.” Loki said, slowly looking up at the other God. His eyes were red and his hair was a mess from his recent angry motions.

“Loki-“ Thor was speechless. He had never seen his brother so broken and hurt. The last time Thor walked in on Loki in a state like this was when their mother died; and, now, Loki was broken once more.

“Surprised? This is what one look like when they are upset.” He stated.

“This is far more than upset.”

“It’s against my nature to call myself heartbroken.”

“Y/N would like to speak with you.”

“And I would not like to speak with her, or anyone for that matter, so, brother, you may leave now.”

“I will not leave you here to swallow yourself into a hole of despair.” Thor said as Loki stood.

“Despair? How would you feel if the mortal you loved betrayed you? How would you feel if you loved her and she had been lying to you this whole time?” His voice raised in anger.

“You have it all wrong, brother. Y/N has not betrayed you.”

“Leave! You know nothing of her lies!” He stepped towards his brother and Thor straightened up to his full height, preparing for any violence that may come.

“Loki,” You spoke from the doorway. Both Gods turned to you in surprise and Loki’s heavy breathing seemed to calm.

“Lady Y/N-” Thor started.

“I’d like to speak to Loki alone.” You said. The blond looked between the two of you and then left the room without another word.

“I do not wish to speak to you right now.” Loki turned his back to you and you took in his destroyed room. You sighed softly and stepped towards him.

“Please, allow me to explain myself.”

“I don’t need any further explanation. I understand your actions- you don’t trust me, none of you do.” He stated with a firm shake of his head, making you stop in your tracks.

“Loki, I can’t speak for the others, but I trust you. What I did was wrong, but I was doing what was best for the team. They wanted me to earn your trust-”

“Well, you earned more than that. Congratulations.” He said.

“If it is love that you’re speaking of, then I feel it too.” You replied and he slowly turned to you.

“Pardon me?” Loki questioned and you continued your walk to him until you were directly in front of the God.

“I love you, Loki, and I’m so sorry that I made you feel betrayed. It was never my intentions.”

“Is this the truth?” He asked and you delicately took his hands in yours. You nodded, causing a grin to form on his face. He leaned down to kiss you softly. He pulled away and whispered to you, “Good. I love you too, and it frightens me.”

“I’ll never lie to you again.”

a soft reddie playlist + headcanons

back at it with my own playlist. @bcckybeaver and i are killing ourselves with soft reddie.

i. kiss me - ed sheeran // ii. moonlight - ariana grande // iii. until the end of time - justin timberlake // iv. crush - yuna // v. fantasy - alina baraz // vi. at your best (you are love) - aaliyah // vii. always and forever - heatwave // viii. you’re all i need to get by - marvin gaye & tammi terrell // ix. waiting for a girl like you - foreigner // x. i would do anything for you - foster the people // xi. somebody loves you - betty who // xii. beautiful soul - jesse mccartney // xiii. a thousand years - christina perri // xiv. tee shirt - birdy // xv. perfect - ed sheeran // xvi. fallingforyou - the 1975

here’s some rad heacanons to go along with our playlists. MAJOR CREDIT goes to lauren, who i tagged above, bc we kinda came up with the prompt/hcs together but she did most of the thinking tbh. if you’re not following my best friend… wyd? go follow her! also, check out her playlist here.

  • picture this - senior richie is on the football team and senior eddie is on the chess team. the best part? THEY SUPPORT TF OUT OF EACH OTHER
  • eddie and the losers are at every football game, and vice versa. like they’re so mismatched but
  • also imagine reddie sososo in love with each other yet not dating yet
  • buuuut these two cute idiots hold each other’s hands, hug on each other, and even kiss. if you ask the other losers, they make out all the time, but reddie insists they don’t (yes they do)
  • according to richie and eddie they’re just friends
  • “but you guys hug and make-out…”
  • “so what? stan and bill do that all of the time. that’s what best friends do”
  • “they’re literally dating”
  • but it’s not weird to them bc in their minds they’re just friends but not in a sad way. they just like to be as close to each other as possible and they just rlly think it’s normal for besties to do that stuff
  • lbr tho they lowkey wanna be boyfriends but they don’t know?? how to get? to that level?? like what’s functioning what’s asking out your best friend??
  • haaaaa whatever you do don’t imagine richie throwing a party and anxiously waiting for eddie to show up bc eddie’s all he cares about, ignoring ppl who asks if he wants to go hotbox
  • he wants to be sober for eddie because he knows eddie doesn’t really like intoxication
  • also don’t imagine eddie sitting in richie’s lap and them cuddling and kissing bc they’re in luv
  • eddie being mischievous and putting his cold hands under richie’s shirt to make him shriek, but richie lets him keep his hands there bc he loves eddie and eddie can do whatever he wants.
  • EDDIE HAVING A MAJOR CHESS TOURNAMENT AND THE LOSERS BEING THERE TO SUPPORT
  • eddie is going up against his arch nemesis kevin, someone he lost to last time, and he’s determined to win
  • RICHIE LITERALLY CHEERING FOR EDDIE LIKE HE’S AT A FOOTBALL GAME (”KICK HIS ASS, EDDIE!!!”) and knowing exactly what’s going on (if he had room in his schedule, he would have totally joined the chess club too)
  • when eddie wins (bc he’s a badass bitch) richie running up and KISSING THE LIFE OUT OF HIM. and it’s different this time and eddie lowkey dIES
  • them going out to celebrate and the waiter flirting with eddie and richie and pissing them bOTH OFF
  • “this guy is shit” “yeah, he’s unprofessional” “jARED IF YOU FLIRT WITH ONE OF US ONE MORE TIME” “YEAH JARED FUCK OFF”’
  • okay but the losers going to a carnival together and richie playing all the games to try and win eddie prizes
  • (he wins a huge stuffed bear for eddie that eddie names junior after richie)
  • eddie sneaking off to an arcade bc he saw a record player that he knew richie would love, and surprising richie?? with this gift?? (richie cried)
  • them getting on the ferris wheel and being soft and cute by holding hands and giving each other kisses
  • ok but picture these two dumdums being like “i like this whole thing, and we should keep doing it but never do it with anyone else. just each other. but we’re still best friends”
  • all of the losers sCREAM INTO THE ABYSS BC GET TOGETHER U IDIOTS
  • wow this is getting long but i have a few more hcs - imagine richie having the worst day ever and avoiding everyone and eddie just can feel that something’s wrong so he shows up to richie’s
  • richie just so ~~shook that eddie knew smth was off and crying bc eddie just gets him and he’s so in love with him - they cuddled and fell asleep together that night
  • how about the losers chilling out in a field one day and richie bringing his guitar and he sings??? to eddie??? confessing his love (he sung kiss me by ed sheeran - first song on my playlist)
  • eddie ofc cries… AND SAYS HE LOVES RICHIE BACK. and they’re so cute and in love and kissing each other and saying ‘i love you’ a million times
  • but when the losers ask if they’re together yet they.. don’t give a straight answer bc they’re IDIOTS
  • whatever you do… DON’T imagine richie scoring the winning touchdown and everyone being so happy, and eddie running up and saying “that’s my boyfriend!”
  • eddie and richie just looking at each other like “AHHH WHAT”
  • richie kissing the life out of eddie AGAIN and… they’re officially boyfriends…. in love…..

lauren my love…. feel free to add on ily.