There may have been fourteen players on the field but Draco only had eyes
for one. Fast, lean, focused, Potter was like a bullet the way he shot across
the Quidditch pitch. The other seeker didn’t stand a chance.
“No wonder you didn’t want me to come,” Blaise
said from beside Draco, breaking him from his trance.
It was true –
he didn’t want Blaise to come. Some of the eighth years had set up their own
Quidditch club. Draco wasn’t a part of it, of course, but that didn’t mean he
didn’t wake up ridiculously early every morning so he could watch them, well, Potter, play.
Draco, of course – he had the worst luck, made the
mistake of stepping on that creaking
floorboard by Blaise’s bed – he usually avoided it but the early starts had
started to make his brain a little foggy.
Blaise hadn’t been too happy at being awoken before
the sun itself, but the more Draco pushed for him to go back to sleep, the more
curious he had become. In the end, he insisted Draco take him with him.
Draco forced his eyes to land on another player before
replying. "What do you mean by that?“
Draco kept his face straight ahead, avoiding Blaise’s
knowing eyes. “I enjoy Quidditch.”
“Maybe you enjoy it a little too much.”
Draco averted his eyes as Potter flew into his line of
vision. That was hardly his fault. He turned to Blaise. “I don’t know what
Blaise smirked. “I think you know exactly what I mean.” Blaise jerked
his head out to the field. “Heads up, lover boy.”
Draco turned back to find Potter hurtling towards
them, the snitch at the edge of the pitch where they sat in the stands. With
his Quidditch robes flying behind him and a fierce determination in his eyes,
Potter looked like a dream. In fact, Draco had had this very dream, maybe with
a few minor adjustments to the rest of Potter’s clothing. (What clothing?)
Potter’s hand closed around the snitch – close enough that Draco could
have leaned forward and snatched it up himself – and a low hissing sound
escaped his mouth. Draco felt the sound in his entire body.
Potter twisted his broom with ease, avoiding impact with the stand, and
flew back to his team, his hand raised high, showing off his win.
Draco slumped back – he had somehow found himself at
the very tip of his seat, leaning into the pitch. His heart pounded against his
chest, as if it wished to escape.
“What was that?”
Draco waved a hand dismissively, focusing on calming
his heartbeat. “It’s parseltongue. Potter use to – does speak it.”
“That’s not what I –“ Blaise paused. His voice
grew mocking. “Oh no.”
Draco looked over to Blaise, alarmed. “What?”
Blaise smiled – it stretched over his face slowly. “You
liked that, didn’t you?”
“No, I didn’t!” Draco crossed his legs nervously. He
immediately regretted it when Blaise’s eyes were drawn to the action, widening
at the implication.
“You did!” Blaise clapped his hands together. He was
enjoying this. “You pervert! Potter’s snake tongue has got you all hot and
“You’re being ridiculous,” Draco insisted. “Why would –
“ Draco spotted Potter flying back up to the stand and his voice faltered. The
snitch was nowhere to be seen.
Blaise leaned into Draco to whisper: “Better keep your
Draco blushed. “I AM NOT HA - Potter!” Draco yelled as
Potter approached. “Good catch.” Great
form. Amazing body.
Potter dismounted his broom, considerably less gracefully
then he flew. “Thanks, Malfoy” he said, one hand coming up to rub the back of
his neck. “I didn’t know you were - I mean, did you want to play? Is that why
you’re here? Because I can – “
“I’m fine,” Draco interrupted. He didn’t fancy making
a fool of himself.
“Draco prefers to watch,” Blaise added. Draco shot him
a murderous look. Blaise. Was. Dead.
Luckily, Potter didn’t catch on to the meaning. He
shuffled on the spot. “Oh, okay then. If you change your mind, let – “
“Why do you - when you - why do you do that?” Draco
blurted out before Potter could leave.
Potter tilted his head, staring at Draco intently with
puckered eyebrows, confusion clear on his face.
“He means why do you speaks parseltongue when you
catch the snitch,” Blaise translated.
Potter’s face relaxed; he laughed sheepishly. “You
heard that? It’s just something that happens when I’m not concentrating on what
I’m saying.” Potter paused to think about it. “You know, when I’m reacting
“Reacting instinctively hmm?” Blaise repeated, his
whole face alight. “That must happen quite a bit huh, Potter?” Blaise said with
a painfully obvious wink, nudging Draco as he did.
“Yeah, actually, it’s – “ Blaise’s implication must
have hit Potter a second too late. He fumbled over his words. “What are you -
Oh I didn’t mean - that’s not - I mean, you don’t need to - um.” Potter closed
his mouth firmly, a blush creeping over his cheeks. Draco could see the cogs in
Potter’s mind working overtime, trying to find an escape. Draco felt quite the
same way. Blaise was worse than dead.
“I should get back to the team,” Potter said, after a
telling pause, mounting his broom.
“Bye, Potter,” Blaise said sweetly. “Draco looks
forward to the opportunity to hear your parseltongue once more.”
Potter hissed again, low and breathy. Draco didn’t
require a translation to know Potter was swearing.
“He means during Quidditch,” Draco quickly covered up,
crossing his legs tighter and internally vowing to destroy Blaise for the most
mortifying experience of his life.
“No I – “
Draco clapped a hand over Blaise’s mouth before he
could ruin Draco’s day further. Draco tried to smile at Potter, his face
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” Potter said, his face
just as aflame as Draco’s. “Our next Quidditch meet,” he explained when Draco
Draco nodded a little too enthusiastically once he
understood Potter’s meaning, already anticipating the next time he might hear
Potter make that hissing sound again. “Yeah, see you tomorrow, Potter.”
The Spider Tattoo (Peter Parker x Reader) Soulmate AU
Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*
Summary:You hate the idea of soulmate tattoo’s, probably because there’s a giant fricking spider on your hip that moves, as most soulmate tattoos do. But see, most soulmate tattoos aren’t huge fucking spiders, so you have the right to be freaked out.
Soulmates were stupid. Worst idea ever. Who the hell even thought of them? From what you learned in health class, every person has a tattoo appear on their skin when they find what they love best, and that tattoo is on that exact place on their soulmate’s body, meaning somewhere in the world there was a person with an tiny typewriter right behind their ear.
“So why the fuck do I have a giant ass spider on my hip?” You scream at no one in particular, eyeing the ugly thing through your mirror. You pull your sweatshirt down again, covering the spider. The only good part about it was that it resembled Spiderman’s symbol, one of your favorite heroes. On the con side though, whenever a soulmate was feeling strong emotions, their tattoo would move. So once or twice a day, the giant ass spider would move. You cringe at the thought.
You grab your backpack and angrily shove your books into your backpack, muttering rapidly in a mocking voice. “Soulmates are a beautiful thing, they said.”
The backpack was slung over your shoulder as you stomped out the door. “You’ll love getting your tattoo, they said.”
“Well they can go fuck themselves!” You scream into the empty house, slamming the door behind you.
Okay, so I feel I need to preface this with the fact that in no waydoes this post excusethe actions of Katsuki Bakugou. I’m going to talk about him a lot and I just need to get that out there before I start because:
I honestly believe that Izuku Midoriya thinks of Katsuki Bakugou as his best friend.
I refuse to believe otherwise. Like if you watch throughout the series, Izuku doesn’t think of Katsuki in a negative light - he never has.
Even at the beginning of the series.
When Izuku first explains Bakugou to the readers he doesn’t speak of him in the sense of “oh this guy makes my life a living hell.” or “this is jerk I avoid at school.” or even “I used to be friends with him but he’s such an asshole now I can’t stand him. He’s a horrible person.” No. We get this:
He explains that he was once friends with Bakugou - and never once has Izuku expressed an end to the relationship on his side of it. He doesn’t even say that once Katsuki’s quirk manifested that they stopped being friends - no he says “it took a turn for the worse.”, or if you wanna go further since this is the mangapanda translation, in the VIZ translation he says that Kacchan was neither “good” or bad” but once his quirk manifested he started on the path towards “bad”, and in the anime (I watched the dub I will be completely blunt right here), Izuku says “But when his quirk manifested, He began to change.”
Relationships are not always prefect, and it’s something Izuku has been aware of for a very long time. He doesn’t expect everything to be perfect and he simply noted that once his friend gained a powerful quirk that said power began to affect his personality.
So that’s why I guess I look at the opening “You’re making him cry Kacchan, If you don’t stop I’ll stop you myself” scene a little differently? I mean Katsuki and Izuku wanted to be heroes ever since they were little, and they idolized the same person so, to see his friend do something that hurt another person (far as we know for no reason) it probably hurt Izuku.
‘What are you doing, idiot? You want to be a hero, why are you acting like a bad guy? This isn’t like you. This isn’t the Kacchan I know. I’ll step in and wake you up. I’ll show you what you’re doing is wrong. Even if it’s scary.’
Agreeing with your friends 100% of the time, isn’t real friendship. It’s a friend’s responsibility to look out for one another, and Izuku was trying to do that for Katsuki all the way back when they were four.
I mean let’s look at the ever discussed, suggested suicide scene. Katsuki was literally just a complete asshole to Izuku. He told someone he’d known over at this point a decade to just go kill themselves in an all too casual fashion, and Izuku’s reaction to this is for Katsuki think before he speaks. I mean look at VIZ’s translation:
He’s more concerned about Katsuki getting charged with his death, and he is about the actual action of it even being suggested. Now I’m not saying this is right, or a good thing - I’m saying that even after such a thing - a whole decade later - Izuku is still putting Katsuki ahead of everything else.
And this continues to be the case, time and time again.
The USJ just got attacked. They almost died.All Might almost died, but when Katsuki and company show up to save the day, Izuku doesn’t just say “guys” or “everyone” in relief, it puts Katsuki ahead of the others, because Katsuki carries more weight in Izuku’s heart than the others do (mainly because of time, both in the fact that Izuku has just begun to know the others but also because he’s known Katsuki for so long)
But back the concept of their friendship and the length that they have known each other. It’s not like it’s a hidden thing. It’s not like people don’t know. It gets brought up time and time again that they used to be friends. Not just ‘someone I used to know.’ and even Katsuki’s lackys get on his ass a little for being “too rough” with Izuku after the whole suicide comment.
But back to the friends thing. Izuku says it, Todoroki asks it of Bakugou during their encounter with each other in the waiting room right before the final match,
so it’s not something I believe should be looked over. The whole of class 1-A and those surrounding them know that Katsuki Bakugou and Izuku Midoriya have been friends for an extremely long time. They don’t know the circumstances to which their relationship has become what it is, but they are aware that at one time they were on positive terms with each other.
And thing is too, that when confronted with the topic, neither of them ever denies it. For as much as Katsuki grumps and growls about Izuku he never denies being friends with him.
I mean, look at this:
The famous “Deku Scene”, I know, but instead of focusing on that, look at it from another perspective. Katsuki came up with a nickname for him with a horrible meaning, yes, and you can see little Izuku standing there telling him to stop but I see it more as the start of the downhill slope. They were friends and now that same friend is starting to be a jerk and Izuku doesn’t understand why. He still cares about Katsuki, he still holds him in honest concern, but he just doesn’t understand why his best (and only) friend (at the time) is being so mean.
I mean, ever since the beginning all Izuku has ever shown for Katsuki was true honest concern. From the falling incident:
to kicking him in the face despite Katsuki demanding that he fight him.
Even when Katsuki demands that Izuku not worry about him, we all know it’s impossible. Izuku cares too much about Katsuki to not worry about him. He’s been worrying over him since they were four why would he stop when they were sixteen?
Katsuki is Izuku’s best friend. He’s going to fret and worry and lose his mind when something goes wrong or he gets hurt or worse. That’s just what Izuku does. He’s probably the only person who’s ever shown Katsuki any gentleform of genuine honest concern in his entire life to be completely frank.
I mean I get that Bakugou’s parents care about their son but his explosive temper didn’t appear out of thin air. Izuku’s concern for Bakugou’s well being has always come with uplifting words, honest eyes and an outstretched hand and Katsuki’s just not used to that.
I think it’s important to remember that when looking at Izuku at his core, he’s a good kid. He follows the rules, stays out of trouble and keeps his head down for the most part - at least that is the impression we’re given at the beginning of the series.
But then Katsuki gets in trouble for the very first time and it’s life or death. It’s the same monster that almost suffocated him to death only an hour or so prior and he just had his entire world shattered by both Katsuki’s far too casual remark about suicide and All Might’s ‘confirmation’ that he can’t ever achieve his dream.
But when he sees the look on Katsuki’s face, all bets are off. All logic and reason, any sense of survival- it’s thrown out the window and he runs. He runs straight into the face of danger that pro-heroes have even deemed is too much for them to handle and he does whatever he can to try to save Katsuki’s life. Cause sure, he’s a jerk and maybe he’s not the nicest guy to be around anymore and he might have just been out of line in the past few hours at school but the bottom line is Katsuki Bakugou is his friend, and he can’t just stand there and watch him die.
And it’s not like he expected to be rewarded for his efforts or even survive the encounter. His friend was in danger so he reacted and did what he could to help.
Because friendship is not agreeing with your friends 100% of the time but being there for them when you can and when they need you the most.
Even when they get pitted up against each other for the first time, the respect for Katsuki is still here. He still doesn’t paint a negative picture for the reader of Katsuki and honestly I don’t think he ever will.
See? Uraraka is the one who is painting the negative picture. Izuku doesn’t refer to Katsuki as “his bully”, in fact he doesn’t even refer to him as Bakugou. He has too much respect for him for that. The difference though between Izuku and Katsuki’s other acquaintances is that Izuku acknowledges Katsuki’s downfalls. “He may be a jerk but... let me tell you all of this other awesome stuff about him.”
He acknowledges that yes, my friend has the capacity to be an asshole and sometimes he is but let me tell you everything about him that’s hidden until that thick layer of jerk.
Without Izuku’s perspective of Katsuki the reader would be left with a much darker picture of the blond. He paints in the light and shows us the hero that he’s capable of being instead of the villainous role the world wants to pigeonhole him into.
Even after all the shit that Katsuki puts him through, Izuku still tries to show the reader Katsuki from the best possible light. That’s what best friends do.
And I mean, even if Katsuki doesn’t share the same sentiment (because that’s another post about Katsuki and this is about Izuku), Izuku cares so so so much about Katsuki and his opinion and what he thinks of him. We go from the first fight, in chapter 9 -
To Izuku completely ridden with guilt because his friend thinks he’s been lying to him; because Katsuki thinksIzukuhas been the one making fun of him. I mean look at Izuku’s face. Once Katsuki started yelling about how “You’ve been tricking me for all these years.” Izuku felt crushed, because ‘No I haven’t, things happened. I haven’t lied to you. I wouldn’t lie to you. Please believe me, I think this is crazy too.’
I mean he went off and told Katsuki the almost truth about One for All out of guilt.
Katsuki didn’t bully him into telling him the truth. Katsuki didn’t even go after him about it, he just left the school and went to mind his own business because he didn’t want to think about it and here comes Izuku ready to tell Katsuki pour his heart out in the hopes of making sure that he knew Izuku wasn’t making fun of him, and that he never had or would. Izuku couldn’t bring himself to tell his Mother but he felt such a twist in his stomach that he needed to tell Katsuki.
And then 110 chapters later -
After Katsuki finally opens his mouth and expresses his frustrations and confusions of feeling like he was the one chasing Izuku and how much it makes him sick to his stomach to think that the one who had nothing was now the one who had everything and even when they were kids that Katsuki had always thought Izuku was looking down on him, this is what we get. Look at his face. That’s shock. That’s concern, and that’s a little bit of hurt too because Izuku has never thought so negatively of Katsuki and in fact it’s quite the opposite so it’s like - how did I fail to show him how much I care about and look up to him?
And he does too.
Izuku idolizes the hell out of Katsuki, even more so than All Might. He always has.
First time during U.A. he’s in real danger at the USJ - who does he channel for courage? Katsuki.
He finally figures out how to use One for All as an extension of his body and decides to train and practice moving in the Full Cowl state - who is he drawing inspiration from? Katsuki.
“Not even moving like that would be outside my reach.”
Not moving like All Might,moving like Katsuki.
How many times has Izuku used Katsuki for reference - every time he needs reference for personal growth. Every time Izuku makes a step forward, it’s because he’s looking at Katsuki and deciding how to make it his own, unlike how he merely tried to mimic All Might up till recently.
But the other things to think about is how Mr. ‘Strategic think things through before I actually do them’ Izuku Midoriya completely loses his shit when Katsuki is in danger.
Because I really think we need to talk about the kidnapping scene. When Izuku realizes that Katsuki was the target, he gave his everything to get past that villain to protect Kouta and to get to Katsuki faster because he was in danger, and when the villains managed to capture Katsuki, Izuku degrades down to nothing but raw emotion:
Isn’t it though? Isn’t it a strange choice of words to just say ‘Give him Back’, and look at Izuku’s face. Look at how torn up he is about it. They took Katsuki. They can’t do that. Katsuki is his friend so ‘give him back to me’. As stated, Bakugou doesn’t belong to anyone but in the context Izuku is screaming in, he does because in Izuku’s mind, get your filthy hands off of my best friend.I mean, The two of them have never been apart at this point and when Katsuki isn’t, Izuku just breaks.
It’s like all the pain he was suppressing in the name of retrieving Katsuki and saving him comes flooding in at once and his entire world shuts down. What just happened? Yeah Kacchan’s a jerk, but he’s here… he’s always here…and then he’s just suddenly….not.
Izuku can’t cope with this. He’s doesn’t know how, and as I stated before the whole of Class 1-A knows just how close Izuku holds Bakugou to his heart (despite Katsuki himself being too blind to see it) because for as much as Kirishima is close to Bakugou and is worried about him too, he still says this:
It’s like the entire class can look at them as see it. They all know how much Izuku cares, and it’s even more so after watching his miniature panic attack when Katsuki got taken away. He corroded. Izuku is normally the one that will find a way, pull through in the end, say the up lifting words and do it with a smile - some way some how but with Katsuki gone, it’s like his world is a fragile as a glass that just got knocked to the floor.
So with Kirishima’s influence, and the ‘your hands can still reach him’ line, Izuku becomes hell bent on getting Katsuki back with the help of the others. He knows the risks - even if he didn’t Iida made damn sure he did - his academic career along with his dreams of being a hero are on the line but that doesn’t stop him from once again, putting Katsuki first.
He’s seen pro-heroes up close and taken notes on them his entire life, he knows what they’re capable of but that still isn’t enough to put his nerves at ease. No. He needs to make sure his friend is safe and save him with his own two hands, because this isn’t just some random person now. This is different. This is Katsuki Bakugou we’re talking about - and when it involves Katsuki all bets are off.
So they manage to save him, and the two don’t have nearly any interaction for quite some time until recent chapters, in which Katsuki has finally started speaking his mind for the first time in for what Izuku calls “as long as he can remember.”
It’s been over a decade and the two of them still haven’t talked things out. They have both almost lost their lives multiple times, and some times in Izuku’s case in the name of coming to the other’s aid. (because and I know I keep saying this - that’s what best friends do.)
I guess I just feel that looking at their relationship as Bully / Victim is looking at it on a surface level without actually acknowledging how the characters actually feel about one another. It’s been 119 chapters and Izuku is still singing Katsuk’s praises, in fact more so than he ever was before.
I think it’s important to note the way Izuku phrases this; (I think it’s important to always pay attention to the way Izuku phrases everything when talking about Katsuki) because he uses the phrase “it was blinding.” Katsuki was a jerk, and he has plenty of things that make him an unpleasant person to be around but in spite of this, his sheer talent and skill at what he could do; his natural ability to just be good at everythingwas enough toout shineall of his negative traits and habits. Basically, Izuku is saying that if it were anyone elsehe would have stopped following after that person a long time ago, but it wasn’t, it was Katsukiand for that reason alone, he could overlook it.
This entire time Izuku has been patiently waiting for his best friend to get his head out of his ass and stop being a jerk. This entire time, Izuku has been patiently waiting for Katsuki to look at what he was doing and think about it because Izuku wasn’t giving up on him.
“I always chased after you.”
Can I also point out that Katsuki is the one person we see Izuku get emotional around? I mean more than crying, but venting his feelings emotional. I’m not talking about Todoroki because that was completely different - that was calling him out on his bullshit where as this is a “why have you not listened after all these years?!”
Izuku is so frustrated because he failed to get it through Katsuki’s thickly layered ego that he still cares after all this time. He’s so frustrated because as Katsuki stated ‘no matter how many times I beat you, you kept following after me.’ - because he cares. Because he looks up to him. Because he idolizes him. Because Katsuki Bakugou is his best friend. Katsuki’s quirk changed him. The praise Katsuki received through his entire life changed him. Katsuki’s strength changed him. Katsuki just got lost on his path and Izuku wasn’t about to fault him for it, instead he just decided to wait for his best friend to stop being an asshole and it’s taken some life changes events on both their parts for Katsuki to think and Izuku to find his voice.
So I say again.
I honestly believe that Izuku Midoriya thinks of Katsuki Bakugou as his Best Friend and I can’t bring myself to think other wise.
Request: Can you do a oneshot where the reader is an avenger and 18, she meets the team and the guys are being super flirty with her but have no idea that’s she is 18 and when they find out, they’re embarrassed about flirting with her :). Sorry if this super specific and long
Being the new avenger was exciting. I had been able to shape shift into any person or animal that I wanted to since I was 5 years old. I scared my mother the day I turned into a dog. She could move things with her mind and she wasn’t sure of what I could do until the day we were eating dinner and I decided to act like a dog and turned into one.
Since then, I would do small things like tricking my friends or I would turn into a bird and fly away. Like Spider-Man, I decided to use it for good. What really caught the public’s eye, was the day a grizzly bear stopped a gas station robbery. That same day Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff showed up at my house. They explained to me and my mother that they wanted me to join the avengers. Naturally, my mother put up a fight and said I was too young, but I am 18 so legally I can go. Waving goodbye to my mother 6 months later and I was officially part of the team.
“You should turn into a cat, then when the team crowds around, turn into yourself.” Tony suggested.
“I can’t” I laughed at him, “When I shape shift, My clothes don’t change with me so I can’t turn back until I’m in my room, usually.”
“We’ll see about that.” He started thinking to himself.
“Guys this is y/n” Nat called out t the team.
“Hello” I waved to everyone “I know who you all are already, I read the file.”
“Nice to meet you” Steve shook my hand. “We didn’t hear much about you, it was suppose to be a surprise.”
I smiled, looking around the room at the team. I noticed Sam, Bucky, Thor, Peter, and Steve were looking me up and down. I met Sam’s eyes and he winked at me and gave a slow nod of admiration. Bucky looked away quickly, Steve also winked, Thor smirked at me and then walked away, and Peter quickly turned around and started a conversation with Wanda. I noticed Clint and Bruce were watching the same thing I was and looked at me and then the guys and shook their heads.
Once everything was finally settled, I made my way to the kitchen to get a small snack, I had finally finished unpacking. I was searching for a snack when I hear someone speak up behind me.
“Nickle for your thoughts?” Steve spoke calmly
“I’m pretty sure it’s penny.” I laughed at him
“I just think your thoughts are worth more” he smiled, raising an eyebrow.
“Really?” I rolled my eyes “That’s so lame”
“What?” He moved a tad bit closer leaning on the counter. “I just wanted to start a conversation.” He chuckled.
“So start” I reached for the box of cheez-its, but it was too far up. Steeve reached up above my head and grabbed it. I couldn’t help but look at his bicep. Quickly looking down when our eyes met.
“Like what you see?” Steve smirked “There’s more underneath.”
I blushed at first and then realized, he is old, I’m still 18 and I don’t think he knows that. Instead of telling him, I laughed at him and walked away.
The next person to talk to me was Sam Wilson. I had wandered into the theater room and put a movie in. Sam saw this and wanted to join.
“Can I join you?” He asked as I made my self comfortable on the love-seat, taking up most to the small couch.
“Sure if you can fit” I joked, moving my legs slightly.
“I played tetris as a kid.” He smirked at me coming closer to the couch.
“Your point?” I asked slightly confused.
“I can make it fit.” He winked at me. I didn’t even react, I just had a straight face and I realized that he didn’t know my age as well, and just like Steve I didn’t tell him.
Peter Parker approached me the next day, as I made my way to the kitchen, he tapped my arm.
“Morning y/n” He greeted me with a warm smile.
“Mornin’ Pete” I smiled back. He followed me into the kitchen.
“Hey y/n,” He got my attention back to him “Can you feel my shirt?”
“Excuse me?” I asked, confused.
“I’m serious” He held out the bottom of his shirt and I touched the soft fabric.
“What about it?” I was still confused.
“Does it feel like boyfriend material?” I asked seriously. I laughed at him as my cheeks slightly turned red.
“Absolutely not” Tony cut in “Not allowed.”
“Why do guys have to be such jerks?” My friend Andrea spoke to me on the phone. I had her on speaker while me, Wanda and Nat sat in the living room.
“I know how you feel Ann. What we need is a genie” I joked. “Three wishes would be nice.”
“That would help a lot actually” Nat joined
“What’s one thing you would wish for?” Wanda asked “ I would wish for world peace. Typical I know.”
“I’ll have to think about that.” Andrea said on the phone.
“Ditto” Nat spoke up, thinking quietly.
“I would wish for the perfect guy” I joked, earning a small chuckle from Nat.
“Here I am.” Bucky stood in front of us “What are your other two wishes?”
I couldn’t handle this anymore. I had to tell them how old I was before this got worse. I found it funny but I can’t be this cruel.
“Hey guys” I spoke up walking into the kitchen causing everyone to look at me “I have done some thinking.. Some of you, not naming who, have tried to flirt with me.” all the guys looked at each other. “As flattering as that is, I think you should know something about me, and maybe this will make you rethink some things.” I tried to fight the smile forming on my face. “I’m only 18.”
Every single guy, except for Peter, Tony, Bruce, Clint, and Vision, went pale. They froze and looked at each other.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US BEFORE” Sam yelled, obviously embarrassed.
“I thought it was funny” I laughed at them
“I already knew that” Peter winked at me
“Lady y/n” Thor looked up from the ground “ I wasn’t sure of your age so I didn’t say anything, but I did not expect that”
“I feel horrible” Steve apologized. Bucky couldn’t bring himself to say anything as he continued to stare at the ground.
There was a long awkward silence as we slowly continued our business.
“Wait, You guys hit on her?” Tony raised his voice.
AU where Bitty and Jack both suddenly wake up, after having had a few years together, and find themselves in their beds on the morning of the day they met. Both remember everything that happened, but neither thinks the other does, so they both pretend not to remember (which only complicates things more). They end up reenacting a lot of their interactions and it kills them both to do things they know hurt the other but they don't want to change anything.
oh no buddy, I’m not gonna let this stay sad. I’m gonna draw attention to several sad things, but then I’m gonna fix it.
Bitty wakes up on his first day of freshman year. Again. He quickly decides that he can’t say anything to anyone. There was no way to prove that the life he had just been living was anything but a dream.
He goes through the motions as well as he can remember. If he lingers a little on the handshake when he ‘meets’ Jack again, well, who could notice a thing like that?
Jack wakes up in the Haus. He mirrors Bitty’s mental process, realizing that if he started talking about this he could lose the future he knows is on its way. He searches Bittle’s face for recognition, but is too afraid to say anything.
Jack takes a deep breath every day and snaps at Bittle, pushing every pet name out of his mind. Bitty forces himself to forget and relearn how to take a check. On the rink together for checking practice, neither can think of any way to ask if they’re going through the same thing. They both cry more than they did the first time around.
Sometimes Bitty just gets angry at having to repeat things. He tries as hard as he can to not mess the repetitions up, but he isn’t perfect. When Ransom and Holster start asking him what his type is, he rolls his eyes and replies “Men.” As soon as he’s said it he remembers that he had only said that later to his camera, but the damage doesn’t seem to be too great. Jack doesn’t seem to react to the change, adding to his mental list of evidence that everything else had just been a dream. He gets the list of eligible Winter Screw options a few days earlier, but everything settles back to what it had been within a week. Whenever he starts thinking about the next few years, he’s enraged about everything he’s going to have to sit back and let happen. Everything that was going to make Jack sad, and that he wouldn’t be able to fix. Everything that was going to hurt him that he couldn’t avoid.
Jack wakes up every day and writes up a game plan. It’s hard to have to turn back years of learning and be worse as a captain, especially when he remembers every mistake he made in every lost game. So he writes down those mistakes as a reminder to himself to make them. Half of the mistakes are emotional, and that’s what really gets him. He’s forced to act like those years of growing as a person never happened, like they were worthless. He hates trying to make himself glare at Bittle when they’re on the same line, he hates telling him that it was a lucky shot, he hates being so close to his boyfriend except for the fact that he isn’t his boyfriend yet.
Then it’s the playoffs. Bitty steels himself all week for the concussion he knows is coming. It crosses his mind to try to avoid it, to spare himself the pain and potential brain damage. But he remembers that it was only after the concussion that Jack started texting him, and they really got close. He knows that if he went against the play he knew Jack was going to suggest, he’d only drive them apart. Besides, it hadn’t been that bad the first time.
Jack is confident he can find another reason to text Bittle over the summer. He’s thought about this for the whole school year. Whatever consequences could come from not seeing Bitty hurt like that would be worth it. He just has to convince the coaches to not put Bitty in at the wrong time.
“Oh my god, I thought we got over this months ago,” Bitty mutters to himself. He doesn’t remember Jack getting so annoyed about playing with him during this game, but he’s at a point where everything has run together in his mind.
“Jack, I’ll be fine,” he half-lies. He will, eventually. There’s something close to panic in Jack’s eyes. Weird, Jack had taken so long the first time around to show any tiny sign of weakness.
“Promise me you’ll avoid number three.” This is definitely different from before. Bitty stares at Jack. “Spencer, number three, don’t go near him when he’s on their side of the rink. Promise me, Bits.”
“You didn’t even call me Bitty at this point,” he says in shock. They stare at each other for a minute, eyes wide.
“I won’t get the concussion this time and we’ll talk about this after the game,” Bitty blurts out. Jack nods vigorously. They play, and it’s brutal, but Bitty avoids the hip check. Once the game is over, they rush to get seats together in the bus. In whispers, they talk about the future they already had. Bitty mourned the years of school he had ahead of him that he had already completed. Jack complained about having to rewalk a long path to the Stanley Cup. They talked about teammates who felt like family but would still know them as strangers. Graduation, the Fourth of July they spent in Madison, their first Christmas together. Every important milestone of their relationship.
“And in this loop or timeline or whatever, we haven’t even kissed!” Bitty whispers, letting his head thunk back against the headrest. “I was at the point where I was out of college, happy with my career, and hiding a ring from you!”
“You weren’t!” Jack says out loud before dropping back into a whisper. “I was doing the same thing.” They both start laughing. It’s the perfect time to have a second first kiss. They lean in towards each other, their lips meet, and–
–They’re back in their apartment. Bitty sits bolt upright in their bed and turns to Jack. For a fleeting second, he thinks about pretending the last several months just didn’t happen. Jack sits up too, and their eyes meet.
“Did that just–”
“Your frog year take two–” They dissolve into relieved laughter.
“I thought I was going to have to take calc again!”
“I thought I was going to have to listen to you complain about calc again,” Jack says before Bitty smacks him with a pillow. “Kidding! Kind of! Wait, weren’t we just saying that we wanted to propose to each other?” He throws himself out of bed and runs to start rummaging through various coat pockets.
“Oh no, you’re not going to propose to me before I can propose to you!”
This is the third and final part to my soulmate story. The other parts can be found above. Let me know what you think.xxx
“No!” her scream echoed around Harry’s apartment, the pain in her voice cutting through him and making his heart clench. “Harry, no.” it was a whimper now and Harry pressed his eyes shut, hoping that when he opened them again everything would be okay. But that didn’t happen. Y/N fell to her knees, the loud thump making Harry turn around and stare at her in shock. The sight in front of him reminded him of last night, when he was the one to drop down on his knees and sob until his lungs were begging him to stop. Y/N curled in on herself, making herself as small as possible. Her loud cries were heartbreaking and Harry wasn’t sure if she was able to breath anymore because her loud gasps didn’t sound like she was able to take in any air. He kneeled down in front of her, one hand on her knee, his thumb stroking over the fabric of her skinny jeans. “You have to calm down or you’ll make yourself sick.” he told her. But her sobs didn’t die down, if anything they only got worse. “Alright.” he sighed and lifted her up with one hand underneath her knees and one underneath her arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck then, crying into his shoulder. Harry walked her to his living room, sitting down with her on his lap. He slung a blanket over her body because he knew that always comforted her. He stroked her head, his fingers playing with her hair. It took time but after a while she stopped sobbing and gasping for air, her breathing still ragged but almost normal. “I m-made a mistake.” she said after a while. Harry didn’t say anything, he decided to let her talk and not interrupt her. “I know I should have told him. But I was so goddamn nervous. I’ve been with him for two years now, it just seems unfair to me to break up with him so sudden. He stood in front of me yesterday and he was so happy to see me and… I just couldn’t do it.” Harry thought for a moment. Of course he knew it wouldn’t be easy for her but didn’t she know that it wasn’t easy for him either?
“You didn’t have to have sex with him.” “I know. I know I shouldn’t have done it but… I needed comfort. I felt like no matter what I do, it’s wrong. I just needed to forget everything for a bit.” “But you knew that I would feel it. I told you.” Harry scoffed. “I-I hoped you wouldn’t.” Harry shook his head and let her glide from his lap, bending forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. “Do you even know what that did to me? You ripped my fucking heart out. I spent forever in the shower to somehow get rid of that feeling of you with another man but it didn’t help. I’ve never cried so hard. I felt you having sex with him before but now that I met you, now that I kissed you… You cheated on me. You did the one thing you never were supposed to do.” Y/N eyes were cast down to the floor, starring at god knows what. “I…” Harry stopped, he didn’t know if he wanted to tell her. But he had to. “I don’t feel you anymore.” Y/N screwed her eyes shut, her head shaking from side to side. “I… don’t have that feeling in my chest anymore.” Y/N got up from the couch and stood in front of the big window, starring outside. Harry cleared his throat and got up as well. “Maybe it’d be be best you’d lea-” “What do I have to do to make this right?” she whirled around. “I don’t know.” Harry sighed. “There has to be something, Harry.” “You destroyed us.” he smiled sadly. “I don’t think you can do anything.” “You can’t stop loving your soulmate, that’s not possible.” she shook her head. Harry stared at her. She started to walk over to him, cupping his face in her hands. “I still feel you. I still have that feeling in my chest.” Harry had to admit that her touch did something to him. “Just tell me what to do.” she begged. He hesitated for a moment. The thoughts in his mind swirling around. “We’ll go to your place. And I’ll wait with you until he comes home. You tell him.” She nodded her head furiously. “Anything.” “But I can’t promise you that that’ll make everything okay again.” She smiled sadly but nodded. She gazed into his eyes for a few more moments, before she leaned in to kiss him. But Harry whipped his head to the side so she could only reach his cheek. She closed her eyes with frustration, but pressed her lips against his skin harder. “I brought breakfast. Maybe we could eat that before we go?” she asked him, somewhat nervous because she was sure that she couldn’t take another rejection. “‘Course.” he agreed.
To say that breakfast was awkward would be an understatement. It was literally horrible. They sat across from each other, none of them knowing what to say or what to do. When her phone dinged with a message she felt Harry tense up. Of course he knew who it was from. “What does he say?” he asked with fake nonchalance, it may sound cruel but Y/N was glad that he reacted like that. “He’s leaving work early. He’s home in an hour.” she told him, leaving out the 'I love you.’ he ended the message with. “Then we’ll have to go.” Harry said and got up from his seat. “Yeah.”
Once they arrived Y/N was shaking with nerves. Nothing was safe now. What would Matthew do when she told him? Hit Harry? Yell at her? Insult her? And what would Harry do afterwards? Leave and never come back? Realize that he still didn’t feel anything? She was scared. So incredibly scared. When Matthew arrived it was like time stood still. He closed the door behind him and stared at Harry and Y/N, how he sat at the kitchen table with a frown and how she whirled around from where she was leaning against the kitchen counter. “Um… hi?” Matthew said, confusion clear in his voice. “Hi.” Y/N breathed. “Who’s that?” he asked, referring to Harry. “That’s Harry.” They nodded at each other briefly as a way of greeting. “My soulmate.” Matthews eyes snapped to Y/N’s and lips parted with shock. “Oh?” “Yeah.” she nodded. “Well… it was about time, eh?” Matthew started to smile, a genuine one. Y/N stared at him dumbfounded, like she couldn’t believe her ears. “It’s nice to meet you.” Matthew said and walked over to Harry, outstretching his hand for him to shake. “Nice to meet you too, mate.” Harry grinned softly and grabbed his hand. “Probably not that nice, hm?” Matthew looked at him sympathetically. “What do you mean?” Harry asked. “I mean… My significant other has a boyfriend too and it rips my heart out. Probably the same for you.” Harry nodded softly, his eyes catching Y/N’s who looked at both of them with wonder. “So you two met today?” “Um, no.” Harry replied. “No?” Matthew asked and looked to Y/N. “We… we met yesterday.” she answered. “Oh.” It was quiet for a moment, everyone seemingly lost in their own thoughts until Matthew realized that if they met yesterday… “Wait. Yesterday?” Y/N and Harry both nodded. “But… but we had…” “Yep.” Harry nodded, popping the 'p’. “Oh goodness.” Matthews’s eyes widened. “I’m so sorry, mate. I didn’t know.” “It’s not your fault.” Harry stared directly at Y/N. She closed her eyes and looked away. “Um… I guess I’ll better leave now, yeah? I think you two have a lot to talk about. I’m going to get my stuff the next few days.” “Okay.” Y/N whispered. “I really am sorry, mate.” Matthew told Harry, patting his shoulder once. “Take care of her, yeah?” Harry nodded with a tight lipped smile. And seconds later the door closed behind Matthew. Harry got up from his seat, the chair creating an uncomfortable sound against the floor. He stood in front of Y/N with his arms crossed, starring her down. “I-I didn’t know he would react like that.” she stuttered. “What did you think would happen, hm? That he would yell at you? For meeting your soulmate?” Y/N stayed silent because she knew whatever she would say it wouldn’t help her. “You’re really not making this easy on me, you know? I don’t know what I’m supposed to so with all this.” he spoke, his voice gentle now.
He sighed when he saw her starring at the ground, her bottom lip wobbling. He took a step forward, his hands touching her upper arm softly. “I want to love you. I want to love you with every fiber of my being and start a happy life with you. But I don’t know if I can do that.” “Can we at least try?” she whimpered. “Love…” “Please. We can take it slow, as slow as you want. I’d do everything to make you forgive me. Please.” she begged. “I need time, okay? Time to think.” She closed her eyes briefly, the thought of not seeing him for some time too much. “Anything you want.” she agreed nonetheless. Harry nodded and smiled softly at her before he leaned down. Y/N gasped, thinking he’d kiss her but his kiss only landed on her cheek. And seconds later her front door fell shut.
The first day she didn’t see him wasn’t easy for her but she handled it. It wasn’t any easier for him either but he pushed through it. The second day was much worse, her chest felt like it was tightening in on her and her body was shaking the whole day. Harry felt like he couldn’t breath, his lungs struggling and his headache getting worse with every minute. The third day was the worst, Y/N was feeling dizzy and weak. Her body not being able to move a lot before her limps gave out. Harry felt hot all over but cold at the same time. He wasn’t able to eat or do anything really because he was sure he would faint. But he had to do something. One thing. He drove over to her place even though he was shaking so much he couldn’t even hold the stirring wheel still. He knocked against the door and gasped when she opened immediately. She looked even worse than he imagined. She was still breathtakingly beautiful but she looked in pain. So much pain. “Oh, my love.” he whimpered and closed the little gap between them, wrapping her in a bone crashing hug. She slung her arms around his neck and breathed him in, finally feeling like she was able to survive again. He pulled away from her a bit, only so much to close the door behind him and look at her. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for what I did to you. Of course, I love you. God, I don’t even know how I could think that I don’t. I think I just pushed that feeling away because I was so heartbroken and hurt and mad and… I’m so sorry.” Harry spoke, taking forever to get the words out. “You have nothing to be sorry for, you hear me?” she cupped his cheeks. “But-” “No. You did absolutely nothing wrong. The only person who needs to apologize is me. What I did was the worst thing I could have ever done to you. I hurt you so much and I don’t think I can ever make that up to you. But I want you to know that I love you. I love you with everything I have and that won’t ever change.” “I love you too.” Harry whispered. Y/N smiled at him and stroked over his cheek with the back of her hand. Harry gazed deeply into her eyes for a few more moments before he leaned in and connected their lips in a soft and loving kiss. Fireworks erupted behind their eyelids, butterflies in their tummies coming to life and their heartbeats speeding up. “Show me. Show me how much you love me.” Harry whimpered when they parted again. “Harry.” Y/N gasped. “Please.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. Just… not here.” he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink. Y/N understood and nodded, threading her fingers through his. “Then let’s go to your place.”
They bursted through the door once they arrived, kissing passionately and not parting for a single second. Harry led her through his apartment, claiming her mouth with his and stopping every few moments to pull her tight against his body and feel her closer. Once they reached Harry’s bedroom he didn’t know what to do anymore. He never did this before and he was nervous, he didn’t want to mess up. But Y/N made him feel safe with her. She was gentle with him and loving. She kissed over his chest once she removed his shirt, making him feel warm inside. She guided him to do the same and once he threw her shirt to the floor he did, kissing over every inch of her soft skin.
She helped him open her bra, letting the straps fall from her shoulders and throwing the thing across the room, as far away as possible. Harry pressed her chest against his with his hands on her back, moaning softly when her skin came in contact with his. Y/N’s hand wandered lower after a bit of time, palming him over the fabric of his tight jeans before squeezing briefly and causing another moan to fall from his swollen lips. She opened the button of his jeans when he seemed okay with it, pulling the zipper down right after. Harry wiggled the tight fabric from his legs, throwing it behind himself before he began kissing her body again, over her bare breasts to her tummy and to the waistline of her jeans. He opened them slowly and pulled them down, gasping softly when his fingers brushed against her soft legs. Y/N guided his face to hers, covering his mouth with hers and making him press against her, the bulge in his boxers rubbing against her panty covered crotch. She let her hand wander into his boxers, moaning when she felt how hard and warm he was. And how thick. She couldn’t take it anymore then, needing to see him. She pulled his boxers down, freeing him and watching how his cock slapped against his stomach with how hard he was. He was so incredibly big, the bulbous head of him leaking precum and smearing it on his skin. She touched him, letting her index finger run over the very prominent vein on the underside of him and watching how he twitched at the contact. Harry stared at her, how she seemed so fascinated by him. He groaned when she took him in her hand, not able to wrap her whole hand around him because he was just so goddamn big. She moved her hand up, twisting it once she reached his tip and stroking down again. Harry’s mouth was opened in a silent moan, his eyes rolling back when her thumb stroked over his slit and gathered his precum. She stopped then, knowing that if she kept going this would be over before it even started. Harry looked down at her with glassy eyes, already looking absolutely fucked out. He hooked his thumbs into her panties and pulled them down her legs, gasping once he saw her completely naked. She spread her legs for him, letting him crawl in between them. He stared at her. Her pussy was pink and glistening with her arousal, some of it dripping from her. Her stroked his middle finger in between her lips, gathering some of her wetness and licking it off with his tongue. She tasted amazing. He spread her lips apart with two fingers and pressed a kiss against her, grinning when she moaned for him. Even though he never did this before he let his feeling guide him and it seemed he did good by the way she got even wetter and moaned underneath his mouth. But she pulled him away once she was close to reaching her peak, pulling him up by his hair and looking at him with wide eyes. He crawled up her body, hovering over her before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips, making her taste herself on him. “You’re so good, Harry.” she whimpered once they parted, wonder evident in her voice. He grinned at her, before kissing her again and reveling in the way she reacted to it, her back arching and a quiet moan vibrating against his lips. “I-I don’t have a condom.” he suddenly realized, his eyes widening. “I don’t either.” she sighed and Harry already closed his eyes in frustration, his head dropping to her chest in defeat. “But I’m on the pill and clean, I promise.” she told him, making him lift his face to look at her. “I’m clean too but… is that really safe? I mean-” “It is. Just pull out.” she told him and Harry nodded. “Are you sure?” he asked her one more time.
“100 percent.” she answered in an instant. Harry took ahold of him and lined him up with her entrance, rubbing his tip over her slit a few times to gather her wetness before he slipped it inside, watching with wonder how her eyes rolled back in pleasure. He pushed in then, slowly but forcefully until he was completely inside of her, his balls pressed against her ass. She pulled him even deeper with her heels digging into the small of his back, making him hover over her. “You’re so big.” she whimpered, moaning when he thrusted the tiniest bit. “And you’re so goddamn tight.” he told her and began to pull out slowly until only the tip of him was inside her before thrusting back in to the hilt and making her scream in pure pleasure. Harry took it slow and made sure she was able to feel every inch of him inside of her, filling her up. He loved the feel of her warm and slick walls around him, how they clamped down on him once she got close and got even tighter. He rubbed her clit then, making sure to make her cum as hard as possible. With his hips snapping against hers, his relentless circles against her bundle of nerves and his encouragements to let go she came. And she came hard. She trashed around, moaning into the air, her eyes rolling back and her pussy squeezing Harry’s cock. He followed soon after, pulling out in the last second, pumping his cock in his fist and groaning loudly when cum spurted from his tip and landen on Y/N’s body, painting her tummy with thick and hot streaks. Once he milked himself for everything he got Y/N dipped her fingers into his cum and licked it off, cleaning her whole tummy like that while Harry watched with wide eyes. “Goddamn.” he whispered what made her giggle.
He pressed a kiss to her lips before he dropped to the mattress beside her, his mind not seeming to comprehend what just happened. “Where the hell did you learn to fuck like that?” she asked him after a moment, making him choke on air. “I haven’t- I mean I told you I never did this before.” “Then you’re a natural.” she stated. He didn’t say anything, the blush creeping up his neck towards his cheeks. “Seriously.” she said and turned onto her stomach to look at him. “That was the best sex I ever had.” she told him and stroked his flushed cheek. “Wasn’t exactly making love, eh?” he giggled after a moment. “No. Not really.” she grinned back and leaned down to press her lips against his. “We’ll do that during round two.” And just like that everything was how it was supposed to be.
➭ “It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.”
pairing: Jungkook x Reader genre: angst, smut wordcount: 8.1k inspiration
You stirred, reaching out with one arm. You were half asleep, and when you found nothing but empty space, your eyes fluttered open.
You lay on your side, staring out into your empty living room. You were still lying on the couch and your limbs felt stiff, your eyes felt heavy and bleary as they adjusted to the dim light filtering into your living room.
It all came back in a rush- Jungkook, holding you, telling you he would give you another chance.
Jungkook. Panic crept in as you sat up straight, breathing heavily, suddenly terrified that he was gone.
“Steve in CA:CW only thinks about Bucky!” / “Steve broke up the Avengers for Bucky!”
I can’t count the number of times I have seen these phrases or variants thereof uttered in fandom, and it’s starting to make me a little bit bananas. So I’m gonna break down the issues with this line of thinking.
First off, it isn’t true at all. Yes, Steve has a strong emotional response to issues involving Bucky, and yes, Bucky is a key piece on the chessboard in CA:CW. Decisions are made regarding him that impact the eventual split of the Avengers. But ultimately, Steve’s choices in the movie are rational and based on Steve’s ethics, Steve’s unwillingness to allow pointless death, and Steve’s mistrust of institutions after having been burned twice. All else being equal, and Bucky not being a factor, it is hard to imagine Steve making wholly different choices.
Steve goes after Bucky when he’s accused of bombing the UN, but does so to bring him in, and because there is a kill order on Bucky. Bucky is a goddamn living weapon, and will not go quietly into that good night; Steve has no way of knowing at that point if Bucky will use lethal force or not against those trying to apprehend him, and so goes after him because Steve has a better chance than anyone else of bringing him in without loss of life. Steve going after Bucky alone is a course of action he feels compelled to take not only to save Bucky’s life, but the lives of everyone else involved, at risk to his own. Steve is very explicit about this in his conversation with Natasha ( “If he’s this far gone, then… I should be the one to bring him in.” “Why?” “Because I’m the one least likely to die trying”). At this point, no other Avengers are involved; this is Steve’s choice and Steve’s action, and not a determining factor on the fate of the team.
While Bucky’s lack of due process is pretty clearly upsetting to Steve, he is still willing to consider the Accords even after that whole incident, and even with his skepticism about the Accords’ definition of accountability. He doesn’t wholly back out until he finds out Wanda is being kept under house arrest without her knowledge and without any justification beyond her perceived ‘dangerousness’ (keep in mind, the incident in Lagos is because Crossbones set off a bomb; more people would have died without Wanda’s intervention. The hate toward her in-universe is a result of media spin and fear of powered people, because her powers weren’t enough to save everyone. It’s worth wondering: had it been one of Tony’s automated suits that didn’t get the bomb clear in time, would we be seeing the same furor?). This is understandably upsetting to a guy who lived through a period of seeing people interned and worse based on public fear of certain minorities, and has seen how it can escalate into absolute horror; while Wanda’s imprisonment is cushy, as Tony points out, it sets a profoundly disturbing precedent.
When Steve and Team Cap face off against Team Iron Man at the airport, it’s because they need to get to Siberia – not because Steve just wants to run off with Bucky. Steve attempts to explain the situation (“…And there are 5 more super soldiers just like him. I can’t let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can't”), and Tony makes it clear he has no intention of listening at that point (“All right, I’ve run out of patience. Underoos!”). Steve is left with no choice but to fight his way out to stop what Zemo’s trail has led them to believe is an incredibly serious and imminent threat to global safety, which Tony is unwilling to listen to, and which Ross is later unwilling to take seriously.
The film’s initial marketing (and hyper-focus on the eyeroll-worthy “he’s my friend”/”so was I” exchange) plus the lens of Stucky shipping have actually done us a disservice, I think, by characterizing Steve as someone who makes all his choices around Bucky. But even with Bucky not being a factor, I honestly don’t think we’d see Steve make different choices when forced into this same situation and provided with the same intel. With the threat of brainwashed super soldiers being unleashed and no time to wait for the UN to get its ass in gear – and that only happening IF Ross could be convinced to listen – he would probably still head to Siberia to try to stop it himself should no one else listen and be willing to act. If Wanda was being imprisoned and a precedent set for interning enhanced people who didn’t sign the Accords, I think he’d still be opposed to signing. Even before Bucky is ever a factor, Steve has legitimate concerns about the Accords – Accountable to whom? What’s the process? What happens to people who don’t sign? What guarantee do they have that the Avengers won’t be used for national agendas?
Maybe Tony would have been more willing to listen to Steve if Bucky weren’t involved. But Steve is actually responding pretty rationally throughout, and being honest with himself about what he thinks he can and can’t promise in good faith.
Tony, on the other hand, is painted by many fans as someone who is making choices from a rational, reasonable place, but if we look at what is said and done canonically… the opposite appears to be true?
While unquestionably an intellectually brilliant man, Tony is pretty consistently characterized as someone who reacts from a place of emotion and impulse rather than from a place of detached intellectual analysis. It’s part of what makes him an interesting character, and makes him diverge from the ‘aloof genius’ archetype we see with Reed Richards and a number of other super-geniuses of the Marvel universe. He makes a lot of choices – good and bad – based on strong feelings and gut reactions rather than thinking things through. Sometimes this means throwing caution to the winds and setting a whole new ethical course for his company. And sometimes this means accidentally inventing a murderbot.
Tony straight up tells Steve that he wants to sign the Accords to get Pepper back while still doing his Iron Man shtick ( “I never stopped. Cause the truth is I don’t wanna stop. I don’t want to lose her. I thought maybe the Accords can split the difference.”) And he only gets involved with the Accords after being made to feel guilty when ambushed by Miriam. Tony’s support of the Accords stems from his personal guilt, and personal motivations to get Pepper back more than any consideration of longterm, far-reaching effects. We can see the lack of thought he’s put into this when Tony himself later goes completely rogue and ignores Ross (to whom he’s supposed to answer under the Accords), defying the very policies he’s been pushing because they become inconvenient in a way he didn’t anticipate. We also see it when he admits he didn’t know the rogue Avengers would be thrown into the RAFT, implying he didn’t investigate the ramifications of the Accords fully. The timeframe of the Accords is rushed, with the Avengers given an ultimatum on an absurd deadline, and Tony’s eagerness to soothe his guilt and repair his relationship drives him to help force them into that scenario – where a schism is more or less an inevitability.
And contrary to the narrative that the marketing team seemed to push and that a lot of fans on both sides cling to, it isn’t Steve’s reaction in this conflict that comes from a place of emotional impulsivity due to Bucky.
In fact, the most visceral, emotional, irrational decision made in regards to Bucky in the course of the movie? Is made by Tony.
Now, I can’t honestly blame him for wanting to kill Bucky after seeing the footage of Howard and Maria’s deaths – I would straight up murder anyone who laid a finger on my mom, no matter the situation, so I have a LOT of sympathy. But while it’s understandable, it is not excusable. Bucky did not have any agency as the Winter Soldier. He was a brainwashed torture victim with no free will; the culpability for Howard and Maria’s deaths lies on the HYDRA handler who sent the Winter Soldier after them. And Tony knows this. But he responds from a place of pain and emotion and tries to kill Bucky anyway – because he’s hurting and wants to make someone else hurt too, and also, according to the Russoes’ commentary, to hurt Steve.
And it’s that final violence, with Bucky and Steve forced to fight Tony for Bucky’s life, that drives the ultimate wedge in the Avengers. Tony had seen the flaws in the Accords and been willing to defy Ross; Steve finally had the opportunity to explain the threats he was dealing with and have Tony listen; they were ready to confront Zemo together. Up to that point, reconciliation and reunification of the Avengers had been a very tangible, present possibility. But once again, Tony backs Steve into a corner with an ultimatum: before, it was his ethics or his legal standing. Now, it’s Tony’s friendship, or Bucky’s life. And because Steve is obviously not willing to let Tony straight-up murder Bucky to satisfy his vengeance, that reconciliation is taken off the table.
So yes, the Avengers are ultimately still broken up at the end of CA:CW because of an irrational decision made about Bucky.
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Harry X Reader (AU)
In which Harry is a poetic frat boy who just so happens to be the TA for your new English class.
Author’s note: This is gonna be a multi-part fic!! I’m really excited for it and would love any and all feedback. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Xo
You aren’t a newbie, but your frazzled appearance might portray you that way.
Autumn air nips at your cheeks as you rush around the corner and continue along the edge of the sidewalk. Your feet carry you around other students who aren’t as pressed for time. They give you amused side-glances as you hustle into the entrance of the closest brick building.
This was supposed to be your semester, the one where you get to class early and rewrite your notes by hand and get straight As. But one-too-many snoozed alarms later and your first day of classes has become your worst nightmare.
You take the stairs two at a time, and are rushing through the doorway to the second floor when you slam full force into a particularly solid shoulder. You’re knocked off balance and a flurry of papers careen through the air to scatter the floor around you.
If you were to advise young girls on what to look out for in guys, what would some of the things be?
typically my advice is to stay away from men for as long as possible. Odds are that the majority you run into, will hinder your growth. So my advice is to look out for men, rather than look for anything in them.
Cultivate your self-esteem, your passions, become financially independent.
Cultivating self-esteem: i can’t stress this enough, it must be there before you go near men. Most men will damage your self-esteem. It doesn’t even have to be deliberate on their part. It can be something like them not responding to your communication needs and you will turn that inwards, and see that as reflecting your self-worth.
My advice to brown girls is typically the same as well. To build those things first. But then i guess, reluctantly, I do advise them to date. Because they will often be discouraged from dating. And in my experience, no woman from our cultures has managed to get away with not being paired to a man without breaking ties, no matter her initial reluctance. And your parents pickings will definitely be far worse, in that the aim of parents choosing for you (whether anyone admits it or not) is to continue patriarchal control over you.
So coming to what to look for in men:
1) look for how he reacts when you disagree with him. This is the biggest thing imo. Does he get irritated. Does he budge. If he does budge is it reluctant “I guess you’re right”. Do things seem to always be followed by a but. What you want is someone who is impressed and admires you. Not someone who is annoyed that you know better or more, because that would mean he wants to maintain himself above you. Also, men can admire you for being intelligent or opinionated but still manage to reduce you for it: either objectify you or infantilize you. E.g., aw its so cute she knows a lot. OR it’s hot that she knows a lot. Avoid both.
2) is the conversation conducive: it’s more than if he is just listening to you and can regurgitate what you’ve told him about yourself. Does the convo have a flow. Do you get to say what you want. Does he hear you out, ask questions, show interest.. or is he just waiting for an entry point in the convo where he can insert himself in order to relate to you. Because the first one feels wholesome whereas the latter, while okay, will make you feel empty in the long run. (and i personally like it when i have said what I want, and the guy still stays quiet on the topic until I ask him so ‘what about you’. I like it when they are quiet and don’t speak unless instructed.. this applies for any men in my life not just dating lmao but anyway)
3) look for how he talks about other women.. what it is that he talks about when he talks about women. Look at how he looks at other women. Ask him about the women he has been attracted to and how he became attracted to them/what about them he liked. Ask this for real women. Ask this about fictional women. Always be mindful of whether he is objectifying women or not. If he is objectifying women, he’s not capable of real love so forget it. How to know whether he is objectifying women or not? Ask yourself if you or any women you have known would become attracted to a man in the same way/same scenario that he is describing to you.
4) Porn, dominance & attraction: this one is by far the hardest for me to describe. It does go in with #3, about how they talk about women. You can ask the guy about his current porn use, age at first exposure. What he thinks about and gets off to lol. But I have found that they give it away in their verbal language and body language. Like the example of the guy I talked about who I had asked who he was attracted to/ if he ever found someone sexually attractive that he did not find emotionally attractive. And he mentioned his boss and then told me how he did fantasize about her, then goes “you know when you wanna put someone in their place….. oh you don’t know??” If a guy “falls for you” real fast, to me that is an indication of him having objectified you. Love takes getting to know. If he seems to have a “type”, i am personally weary of those men. Any type at all. A body type, even a personality type. Because they still manage to reduce women into categories. You cannot and should not fall in love with a category!
5) how he makes you feel about yourself: related to the above. It’s his responsibility to make you feel good about yourself. I have stated elsewhere that I believe, that unless a woman has clinical type self-esteem issues, the average woman’s self-esteem issues in a relationship actually stem from their male partner’s failures. Their male partner is either objectifying other women which comes across subtly in conversations or the way they behave. So if you are not feeling good about yourself while you are with him, you’re not crazy. He is shit.
6) age old how he treats others: how does he treat people in the service industry. Does he get annoyed when his food at the restaurant takes longer. Life is a game of patience, and he won’t live if he doesn’t have any.
7) sense of responsibility: does he pick up after others. Not just himself. But others. This is observed. But also you can tell from the stories he tells you. What does he do for others? It’s the kind of thing where eg., the house phone rings, who has to go for it or else it goes unanswered? Would he put the dishes in the sink or leave them around for someone else to pick up?
8) what is he telling you about himself: related to above.. When we tell stories, we all want something taken away from them about ourselves. What is he trying to get across? Most men’s stories are about a display of power and dominance, rather than having been helpful. Take notice!
9) How he relates to other men and things deemed feminine: does he have a lot of guy friends (these men are a lost cause lmao). If he tries to distance himself from anything that is related to women, stay away from that man. E.g., he doesn’t watch click flicks… or watches them cos they are good to watch when you don’t want to think so much. Also relating to #3, you can also check that from how he views female characters in movies, TV shows and books. If he sees their perspective or not. I remember one guy told me that robot girl from ex-machina was crazy, and that’s all he had to say, and i wanted to bash his head in cos of how dumb his thoughts on the movie were….. If he can’t see from the female perspective in shows and books where it is literally spelled out, he lacks emotional depth and empathy.
I can’t think of more. Over the years I have mentioned quite a few as I came across! But I haven’t interacted much with men as of late so it’s not so fresh anymore. Just look for any display of dominance and dehumanization, both in words and in actions. I do have an advice tag.
Pairing:Jungkook x Reader
Genre:Angst and smut.
“I hate you.” You mumbled again as you bit your lip, trying anything to get him to have a fit and storm off, but of course, that wasn’t it — that just got him angrier. “I’m gonna get you to take that back.” He said in a low tone, pulling his t-shirt over his head before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans quickly.
The liquid burned your throat as it went
down for the fifth time. You had decided to go out that night with Wanda since
it had been ages since you two had a girls night out. So there you were, in one
of the nicest clubs in New York, pouring down your throat the fifth tequila
shot of the night.
“You know, it doesn’t taste that
bad…” You mumbled looking at the little glass. “At least it doesn’t
after the third one” you added with a laugh.
“That’s because you’re wasted”
Wanda laughed leaning against the bar.
“There’s a chance I am… But maybe
I am not” you said with a frown. “I’m going to the bathroom” you
added getting up from your tool way too quickly, making everything spin.
“Wow…” You mumbled holding onto the bar.
“Were you saying?” Wanda laughed.
You showed her your middle finger as your stumbled towards the bathroom.
It had been a long time since you drank
so much. You had been too busy with the missions and all the Avengers stuff
going on at the moment. Plus, you were trying to get a degree at the NYU.
Summing up, you didn’t have much time for parties.
Luckily, you had a break from university
and for once there was no saving the world so Wanda talked you into changing
into something nicer than your onesie, putting on some make up and hitting the
So there you were, in line for the
bathroom of a club, seeing how the lights were too bright and confusing,
hearing laughs and drunken conversations all around you. You took out your
phone to check the time. 4 a.m.
With a sigh you opened the messages to
check if there was any but nothing new. Before you closed the app, Bucky’s name
came to your eyes, making you open the last conversation you had with him about
which movie you were watching that night.
You smiled at the memory of watching
Star Wars with him. He had been so amazed by the movie that watching him had
been more entertaining than the movie itself. Your remembered his eyes
completely focused on the screen, brighting, and his mouth partly opened in
surprise. He was too adorable. You ended up falling asleep over him that night
and he ended up taking you to bed once the movie was finished. The thought of
him carrying you in his strong arms still sent shivers down your body. Damn
“Sorry, are you coming in?”
You looked up from your phone to see that you were next.
“Oh yes! Sorry!” You exclaimed
with a smile before hurrying into the bathroom.
It wasn’t the first time something like
that happened to you. Getting lost in your memories of Bucky, day dreaming
about him, about how it would be to actually be with him. Not as a friend, but
as something more. Having him in your bedroom every night, whispering the
sweetest things in your ear until you fell asleep and waking up with his body
pressed against your back. Damn. You had it bad.
“Are you okay?” Wanda asked
when you came back from the bathroom.
“I need another shot” you
stated as you ordered two more.
“Amen sister” Wanda smiled
By the time you two were walking back to
the tower, you had to hold onto each other in order not to fall. Your head was
spinning, the lights were everywhere and you didn’t know where you were.
“I’m fucked, Wanda” you
“No. You’re drunk” she replied.
“Besides” you laughed.
“But I’m serious. I think I like Bucky” you confessed. You felt her
eyes on you.
“You what?” She asked.
“Don’t make me say it again”
“You should tell him” she
“You’re even more wasted than I
am” you laughed. “I can’t do that. We’re friends” you added.
“So? Vision and I were friends
too” she said with a small smile.
“That’s different-” you tried
to speak but she placed both of her hands on your mouth. “Mmmm!!”
“Don’t think about it” she said.
“Give me your phone” she added stretching out her hand. You frowned
confused but gave her your phone. Then you watched her as she dialed Bucky’s
“No!” You exclaimed jumping
over her but your drunken state caused you to fall on the floor.
“Hey Bucks!” Wanda suddenly
said. “I’m sorry I woke you up. But there’s someone here who has something
to tell you” she added. You covered your face and shook your head over and
over again. “How did you know it was (Y/N)?” She asked.
“Because that’s my phone you
moroon!” You exclaimed as you started laughing.
“Oh right” she mumbled.
“Anyway, we’re on our way home and she got to talk to you ASAP so yeah,
see you now” she added before hanging up and giving the phone back to you.
“That was probably the worst idea
ever” you laughed trying to get up from the ground.
“Was it?” She smirked.
“Who knows” you laughed
hooking your arms together as you two continued your way back home.
You didn’t even think about that call
since you were completely sure Bucky hadn’t paid attention and had gone back to
sleep. That’s why when you stepped out of the elevator and saw him leaning
against the back of the couch, facing the two of you, you almost tripped over
and fell again.
“I’m screwed” you mumbled
looking at him. Wanda started giggling by your side, causing you to do the
“Goodnight” she mumbled
stumbling towards the stairs.
“Hey there Summer Soldier!”
You exclaimed. He raised an eyebrow as he smiled. “Wrong season” you
added with a laugh. “Have you ever realised how shining New York is?”
You asked smiling.
“That’s what you wanted to tell
me?” He chuckled.
“But it is! Like your eyes when you
were watching Star Wars” you pointed out. He smiled a little.
“It was a good movie” he
“I know. I saw you- I mean, it! I
saw it. I saw the movie” you said taking off your heels, ending up on the
floor once again.
Immediately Bucky was by your side,
helping you up as you giggled. Since it was hard for you to stand, he picked
you up bridal style.
“This is nice” you said as he
carried you upstairs. “This is how you took me to bed the other day right?
I could get used to it” you smiled resting your head between his shoulder
and his neck. “Mmm…you’re so soft” you whispered against his
“Am I?” He whispered with
raspy voice this time. You nodded and planted a kiss on his neck making him
shiver. “You’re wasted” he commented.
“I’m okay” you mumbled closing
your eyes. Bad idea. The spinning got even worse. “You’re cute” you
added without thinking.
“What?” He laughed walking
into your room.
“You heard me” you replied as
he set you on your bed.
“You think I’m cute?” He asked
smiling down at you.
“Cute, hot, handsome, funny, nice,
lovely…” You started saying. He smiled kneeling down in front of you.
“You’re drunk” he said.
“Wow thank you” you rolled
your eyes. He laughed and made you lie down on your bed.
“You’re beautiful too” he
admitted sitting down next to you.
You looked at him and smiled before
sitting up slowly so you wouldn’t throw up. You two looked at each other before
you leaned in. He smiled but pressed his forehead against yours instead kissing
“You’re drunk. You will hate me in
the morning if I kiss you” he whispered.
“Drunk acts, sober thoughts”
you shrugged. He laughed.
“I’m sure that’s not the
quote” he smirked.
“So what?” You said.
Without giving him a chance to react,
you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close to you until your lips
met. When he slipped his tongue in your mouth your head started spinning. You
didn’t even know if it was because of the alcohol or him, but it was completely
You laid down, taking him down with you
so he was hovering over you, with a hand on your waist and the other one by
“Wait…” He pulled away when
you tried to take his t-shirt off. “You’re drunk, (Y/N)” he said again.
“So what?” You frowned.
“We can’t. Not like this” he
sighed rubbing your face slowly.
“But I like you” you whispered
with a pout. He chuckled and pecked your lips.
“We’ll see if you feel the same way
in the morning” he said.
“I will” you replied.
He smiled and kissed your forehead
before getting off you. He covered you up and left your room after a while.
That was probably the hardest thing he had ever done. Walking away from you
when you had just confessed what he had been waiting to hear for so long. But
it wasn’t the right thing to do. Not when you were completely wasted. All he
could hope for was that you felt the same way in the morning. If you didn’t,
you would probably hate him.
Bucky didn’t get much asleep the rest of
the night. When the sun came through the window he forced himself to wake up
and go to the gym. He needed to clear his hear and wrap it around the
possibility of you changing your mind. He knew it would take you time to get
out of bed so he would need patience.
After spending an hour and a half in the
gym and after taking a long shower he went to the kitchen to have some
breakfast. Steve and Peter were already up and having breakfast in the living
room where Bucky joined them in silence.
“What happened last night?”
Peter asked sleepy. “I woke up and heard some noises” he
“I heard nothing” Steve
“Wanda and (Y/N) came completely
wasted” Bucky replied with a shrug.
“Today will be fun then” Peter
“So fucking funny Parker”
Bucky turned around when he heard your voice.
There you were, in your pyjamas, with
your make up ruined and your hair in a messy bun over your head. He gulped and
got up as you two locked eyes.
Despite your headache and how your body
was dying from hangover, you could remember the events from last night. You
could remember his lips, the heat of his body over yours, his smile, his touch,
his words and yours. Judging by the look on his eyes, he remembered them
Slowly, he walked over to you, like you
were a deer that could run away if he moved too fast. You bite your lip,
looking up at him, doubt in his eyes.
“So?” He mumbled. You shrugged
and took a tiny step towards him.
“Drunk actions, sober
thoughts” you said.
He smiled widely and placed a hand on
your hip to pull you closer.
“I like you too then” he
smiled before closing the distance between you two, kissing you again, with
more passion than last night, pulling you as close as he could until you two
needed air to keep on breathing. He placed his forehead on yours and smiled.
“Like a lot” he added making you chuckle.
“That’s not the quote, isn’t
it?” You heard Peter asking, making you laugh before kissing Bucky again.
Getting drunk, having the worst hangover of your life had turned out to be one
of the best thing you could have ever wished for.
Summary: Dean has a hard time believing that the reader is a hunter because of her sunny disposition.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1,597
A/N: This is for @ilostmyshoe-79‘s Sweet Emotions Challenge. My prompt is Optimistic.
“What would you like to order, handsome?”
“Two slices of your finest pie, sweetheart. One apple and one cherry.” Dean requests with a lick of his lips, handing over his menu to the voluptuous waitress.
“Between you and me…I won’t tell if you make the pieces a little bigger than usual.”
“It will be our little secret.” She promises with a wink, before slinking away with a swivel in her hips.
“I don’t want pie.” Sam interrupts, making Dean unwillingly tear his eyes away from the waitress’s plump ass.
“It’s for Garth. The last time we worked together, he tried stealing a bite of my pie and I nearly shot him. The dork is getting his own this time.” Dean declares with a huff, his grumpiness getting worse by the second.
“I see.” Sam awkwardly shifts in his seat and it makes Dean squint his eyes suspiciously.
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Thirty-Three
Summary: Jared finds out about your quickfire answers at your panel, leading to an uncomfortable discussion Words: 3.4k Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Jeff, Sam, Dallas (OC) Warnings: mild angst Beta: @blacksiren
Requested by anon:
okay okay experiment part two is making me want to SIN SO BAD, so I’ve got request! Sherlock is investigating a case about sex workers who ended up dying, but instead of them being tied up and tortured for the murderers fun, it’s because the murderer is just hella kinky and kills his victims after. Sherlock can’t wrap his mind around kinks and asks his assistant (Y/N) to help show him???? If that makes sense??????
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Word count: 2,424
Warnings: Smut (Bondage, unprotected, rough)
A/N: Not only is this for Sequel Friday but also because I believe we all need a smutty week-ending. ;)
Sherlock was at his seat, with his blue eyes glued to his phone. (Y/N)
was sitting at the victim’s chair, with her laptop on and doing some research.
John was at his seat, staring awkwardly at the two of them.
“So…” John spoke, “You’re fine?”
“Yes.” Sherlock and (Y/N) replied in unison.
“No tension or anything?” John continued.
“Nope.” (Y/N) popped the last syllable.
“Oh, that’s great.” John nodded.
“I don’t get why the killer would tie them.” Sherlock complained, “He
had them right there, why would he tie them? Did they try to run away?”
(Y/N) giggled and Sherlock snapped his head to look at her. With a
cocked eyebrow, he silently asked her for an explanation.
“You really don’t know what fetishes are, do you?” She inquired
“It’s a sexual fixation… What does this have to do with the killer?”
“The killer is a kinky bastard.” Watson stated and (Y/N) nodded in
“It doesn’t make any sense!” Sherlock roared, dropping his phone to the
coffee table and throwing his hand up.
“It also didn’t make any sense to you that someone could be aroused by…”
“SHUT UP!” Sherlock commanded and stormed to his room without allowing
neither (Y/N) or John to argue back.