let me just hug you now

I’m not sure if this has been pointed out before. But can we just talk about this small moment, right here? We all remember this iconic hug, how could we forget? But let’s pay attention to Guy because it looks like he’s trying to pull away?? Like he’s probably thinking, “okay good hug, now we have to go up on stage”. He probably thought the hug was gonna be brief, but when he tries to pull away, he can’t. It looks like Thomas tightens his hold and pulls Guy back towards him, and then Guy gives him that reassuring, comforting pat on the back. You guys, it might just be me, but what I’m seeing here is that the hug went on longer because Thomas wouldn’t let go of Guy until they absolutely had to go up on stage.

anonymous asked:

What would Todoroki or Mirio do if their s/o was crying about how they can't help their mother at home, and their father doesn't care about what happens to his family? I'm sorry if I'm being a downer, I'm just kinda in a rough patch now...I love reading your headcanons though! They always cheer me up! Keep up the good work!!!

Oh honey, you’re not being a downer at all! I hope you feel better soon <3

Todoroki Shouto

  • He knows all too well how his s/o feels, since he’s been through a similar thing. He pulls his s/o into a comforting hug, rubbing circles on their back as he lets them get their feelings out. 
  • He wipes away his s/o’s tears and lets them know that there are more ways than one that they can help their mother! He might suggest buying her some nice flowers or making  her favourite food to brighten her day. 
  • As for his s/o’s father, he’d be at a bit of a loss there since his tactic has been to just ignore his dad. However, he might offer to spend more time at his s/o’s house and with his s/o’s family in general. He wants to be close to his s/o and wouldn’t mind trying to help out their mother once in a while.

hugs & kisses sentence starters.

“ come here and give me a hug. ”
“ can i have a hug? ”
“ hug me. ”
“ does someone need a hug? ”
“ give me one of your big bear hugs. ”
“ i really need you to hug me right now. ”
“ we can still hug. ”
“ i love hugging you so much. ”
“ i need another hug. ”
“ i love being in your arms. ”
“ your hugs are the best. ”
“ hug me and don’t let me go. ”
“ i could just hug you forever. ”
“ so where’s my hug? ”
“ just one more hug before i go? ”
“ you look like you need a hug. ”
“ come wrap your arms around me. ”
“ i don’t want you hugging anyone else. ”
“ please just hold me forever. ”
“ sending you lots of hugs and kisses. ”
“ shut up and kiss me already. ”
“ i want give you a kiss so bad. ”
“ i love it when we kiss. ”
“ you are the best kisser i’ve ever known. ”
“ just give me a kiss. ”
“ come here and kiss me. ”
“ kiss me. ”
“ you’re a damn good kisser. ”
“ you want to give me a kiss? ”
“ are we going to kiss now? ”
“ this is the part where i kiss you. ”
“ so if i kissed you, would you kiss back? ”
“ i just wanted to give you a kiss. ”
“ i’ll kiss it and make it better. ”
“ give me a kiss goodnight first? ”
“ i can kiss you anytime i want. ”
“ do you want to kiss? ”
“ shut me up with a kiss. ”
“ i love it when we kiss. ”
“ i don’t want to miss this kiss. ”
“ have you ever kissed someone before? ”
“ i’m going to give you a kiss now, okay? ”
Daddy trying to leave :'{{
  • Daddy: Okay Princess, I gotta go now. Come give me a hug and kiss before I go.
  • Little: Okay Daddy.
  • *Walks over and wraps her arms round him to receive kisses and hugs*
  • Daddy: Okay, I love you and i'll see ya soon. Okay?
  • Little: Okay daddy *nods*
  • Daddy: *Tries to move back to get his backpack* You're gunna need to let me go.
  • Little: *still holding onto him* Okay daddy...
  • Daddy: *attempts to move again* ...princess..?
  • Little: I'm just gunna miss you is all.
  • Daddy: *Looks at her and cuddles tightly* I know and i'll miss you too. *Gives her loads of kisses*
Beginning to END


“Then come with me” 

“Let’s make a team!!!”

“I knew you’d be here” 

“You’re Lucy of Fairy Tail, right? This is your home”

“You were kind of cool, you know?”

“Beautiful…”

“Does waiting for someone to come home always feel this lonely?” 

“Lucy, come home already…” 

“Do you know how worried I was…?

“What, Natsu, you wanna see?”

“My fated day was… one year ago, today”



“He looks so cute when he sleeps”

“Let’s form a team”

“…It’s always more fun when we’re all together”

“Please somebody…give us courage”

“That’s not true”

“You were amazing!”

“Natsu…”


“Wah, you make me blush”

“Naaaatsuuuu!!! Help me!!!”

“Kyaaaaa!!”

“Guess that leaves me no choice then…”

“That Natsu.”

“Let’s continue on our adventure”

“All you need is to feel the warmth that dwells in your chest”

“He definitely has a good side, huh?”



“That’s Igneel…?”

“Doesn’t he know how lonely I’ll be?!!!”

“Two hearts together again…”

“You comin’?”

“Hey, move yer butt”

FLAPP

“Purr…Purr”

”Oh! Sorry!”



“Natsu, quit shouting!”

“Please, answer me…”

“Save Natsu…I’m begging you!”

“Zzzz”

“Fire Dragon’s…”

“Lucy!!!”

“You can let go of me now”

“Lucy!!! Why aren’t you moving?!!!”

 
“Quit making people worry about you!


“We’ll have to get Natsu to wherever Poluchka-san is”

*Hugs*

*Asleep*


“Natsu…”


*Awake*


“Natsu!!!”


“You dummy!!!”

“Don’t you dare lose this fight!!”

“To think that Natsu’s very life is in this one little book… That’s just…”

Peter Parker (Tom Holland) Imagine: Savior

Summary: Peter saves you when Flash begins to get a little bit too handsy

Requested: Yes
–> “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” And “You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.” combined into one with Peter Parker please? Btw I love your writing!

A/N: fucking pissed cause tumblr deleted all of this and so now I’m writing it again

Warnings: none

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To say that Peter Parker had a crush on you was a complete understatement. The boy was head over heels in love with you. He thought he had it bad with Liz, but with you it was a whole other level. In fact, his infatuation with you was the sole reason he dragged Ned to this party with him.

Peter had over heard some fellow classmates talking in the hallway about how Flash was planning on asking you out tonight. And Peter simply couldn’t just stand by and let that happen.

His soft brown eyes scanned over the crowds of people hoping to find the one angel that stood out above all of them, but to his dismay all he saw were strangers.

Apparently Flash has many friends from other schools cause Peter only knew a handful of the kids that he could see.

“Do you see her anywhere, Ned?”

“No. Maybe we should split up. Cover more ground, you know?”

“Yeah, good idea.”

Ned headed off in one direction, and Peter in the other. Peter wondered off through the different crowds of people searching for the girl of his dreams.

He said a few hellos to some people he knew from the robotics club, the school band and the academic decathlon team.

He was just about to give up on finding you when he suddenly heard the beautiful sound of your laugh.

Peter jerked his head around and saw you leaning against a wall surrounded by a group of your friends, one of them which was obviously telling a funny story.

Peter admired the way your soft curls perfectly framed your face and how the crop top and high waisted jeans you were wearing hugged your body in all the best ways.

Peter felt his heart begin to beat rapidly when his eyes connected with yours from across the room. You gave him a soft smile and a small wave and Peter is still not quite sure how his brain got the message to the rest of his body to return the gesture.

But the beautiful moment was quickly cut short by Flash pushing through the wall of your friends and placing an arm above your head.

Peter didn’t have to be near to know what Flash was saying when he saw his mouth begin to move. He knew he was asking you out.

Peter heard his heart pounding in his ears as he watched the horrific scene unfold before him. It wasn’t until he saw you flip Flash off that he was able to breathe again.

But soon the relief disappeared once again as he watch Flash grab your wrist and pull you into his chest. Peter realized all your friends had scattered once Flash walked up and there was no one to come to your rescue.

Now, Peter knew you were a tough girl that could fend for herself, but he also knew how relentless Flash could be. And the thought of anything happening to you was enough to send him across the room in a matter of seconds until he was standing between you and Flash.

Peter felt your fingers grip the back of his shirt and it was the fear in them that caused the sanity in his brain to blur. Peter no longer cared if he used his Spidey strength to harm the ass hole that threatened the girl he loved.

Peter sent Flash flying across the room into a glass door that lead into his backyard.

Peter felt the eyes of everyone at the party on him. He knew everyone was wondering how the scrawny kid from gym class that could barely do a pull up managed to send a man flying across the room.

Peter was about to panic when he heard your soft voice pull him back to reality.

“Peter? Can we please get out of here?”

There was no hesitation. Peter had grabbed your hand and was leading you out of the house.

Once you two had safely exited, Peter began to lead you down the street.

“Where are we headed?”

“I-I can’t go home. Not like this.”

It was then that Peter saw the tears in your eyes which only angered him more. He pulled you into his side and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“We can go back to my apartment. It isn’t far, and May won’t mind if you stay over.”

Peter felt the girl nod and began to lead her in the direction of his home.

The two fell into a comfortable silence until you finally spoke up.

“Please don’t think I’m a baby for crying… I’m used to guys hitting on me and I’ve gotten quite good at shutting them down. I’m just not used to them beginning to get physical with me and it freighted me. Thank you, Peter, for saving me.”

The fear in the your voice when you spoke of Flash’s actions was almost enough to send Peter back into the house to end the bully for good.

“I’ll always protect you, Y/N. No matter what.”

Peter was too focused on getting the two home safely to notice the smile that crossed your face, but he did notice the way your small fingers gripped his shirt tighter.

After a short while of walking, you and Peter had finally reached his apartment.

Peter lead you quietly into his room, careful not to wake his aunt up.

Although he knew May wouldn’t mind the girl staying over, he also knew she would never stop teasing him about having a girl sleep in his room. Especially one as pretty as you.

Peter opened up one of his drawers and pulled out some clothes for you to change into.

“Here you go. I’ll sleep on the couch and you can take the be-”

“No! I um… sorry. Can you, um, sleep in here? With me?”

Peter didn’t think he’d ever hear such beautiful words leave someone’s mouth.

Peter nodded his head and turned around to give you privacy to change. He stared at his poster of the periodic table until he heard you clear your voice, signaling to him that he could turn around.

Peter felt his cheeks grow red as he looked over your attire.

His t-shirt hung loosely off your body and his sweatpants were bunched up at the bottom due to him being a few inches taller than you. You looked completely adorable.

You shifter your eyes to the floor under his intense gaze.

“Do I look bad or something?”

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.“

A smile grew across your face as Peter crossed the room and took your hand in his to lead you to his small twin sized bed.

Peter laid down on his back and pulled you to lay on top of him. You laid your head on his chest and Peter began to run his fingers through your hair.

The soothing gesture and the sound of his heart beat was enough to send you to sleep in a matter of minutes.

—The Next Morning—

You were pulled from your dreaming state as the sunlight crept in through Peter’s window.

You lifted your head up and couldn’t help but smile at how adorable Peter looked as he slept.

His brown curls were scattered in different directions. His soft pink lips were slightly parted and a soft blush was spread across his cheeks.

You reached your hand up to push a loose curl out of his face and Peter’s eyes began to flutter open at the soft touch.

A smile spread across his face as he leaned into your touch.

"Good morning, sleepy head.” You whispered.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Peter replied in his husky morning voice.

His eyes widened as he realized what he said but the soft giggle that escaped your lips calmed him in a matter of seconds.

“I should go. My parents are probably worried sick.”

Peter frowned at the loss of warmth as your body left his.

He watched as you picked up your clothes from the floor. You turned and gave him one last smile before your hand reach out to grab the door handle but his voice stopped you from opening it.

“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”

You bit your lip and turned around to see Peter already standing behind you smirking.

“I can do you one better.”

Confusion crossed his face as you gripped the front of his shirt and pulled his lips into yours.

The kiss lasted a few short seconds but they were the best seconds of his life.

Peter watched you walk out of his apartment with a goofy, lovestruck grin on his face.

He had finally got the girl of his dreams.

JUNGKOOK’S JAWLINE APPRECIATION POST  ;)

Let’s start off with how it looks when he’s debating on something.

When he stares at the ceiling and you can see how defined it looks and how it accentuates the beauty of his neck

How delicate it can look at times

THE PERFECTION  CAPTURED FROM THAT LOW ANGLE MAN. HOLY ASDGFHJK;

How his masculine  jaw contrast with his adorable face # can just jump off now

and how it’s perfectly showcased when he brings his sexy out in performances

HIS JAW COULD CUT YOUR FEELS IN HALF. DON’T EVEN ARGUE

BUT SOMETIMES IT MAKES HIM LOOK SO SOFT # LET ME HUG YOU PLSSS

IT ALSO CAPTURES HIS MEME PERFECTION AT A 100%

His manly yet soft edges that makes him look so ethereal

but then he frees the holy forehead and that jaw suddenly becomes your next sin

you just want to run your fingers gently on that good sharpness # don’t lie to yourselves

When his jaw suddenly has that cute/sexy boy next door vibe #tf am I saying now

How perfectly sculpted it looks when he sheds a tear

How mature it makes him look  when he makes those oh-so-not-fetusey-faces

When he literally flaunts the goods like : “ You wished you could touch me”

When he’s focused on work and that jaw screams at you : “I’m about to look sexy in a few seconds, just wait for it”

When he’s jealous and does that tongue thing ,and his jaw suddenly becomes sharper for no coherent reason #yeah fml

When he’s all skeptical about something and his jaw looks extra defined

how about when he frees the forehead and is focused on something too?! CAN I JUST DIE NOW.

Don’t smile at me ,you son of a fetus. YOU’RE ILLEGAL AND I DON’T DO ILLEGAL SHIT!

BY NOW , ALL OF YOU SHOULD BE  WISHING TO TOUCH THAT PERFECT JAW….#SUFFER WITH ME

REBLOG AND TELL ME WHICH BODY PART I SHOULD DO NEXT :)

The player on center ice

A Check Please Soulmate AU


Yes, another one. This is a one-shot.

Warnings: time-travel. Don’t try to make sense of it, it’s just fluff.


Sometimes, your soulmate came back in time to give you a pep-talk. Not that you remembered who they were and what they said, but the feelings remained. 

This story is set during Bitty’s first year. 



Eric was about to quit hockey. He would quit hockey, then quit Samwell altogether, and go back to Georgia his tail between his legs and prove right every single person that said he wasn’t strong enough for such a manly sport.

Jack had chewed him out again- in front of everyone.


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i could be good with you

Summary: Cuddling up to Otabek has always been easy and normal for Yuri. So when Otabek starts avoiding him, it hurts a lot more than he expects. (2nd place giveaway prize for @some-sort-of-firefly !! Prompt: confessions and first kisses. otayuri. word count: 1237)


They’ve always been comfortable with being close together physically. That’s how it’s been, and that’s how it always will be.

At first, it was never the way Viktor and Yuuri are always draped over each other in public – god, Yuri would rather never step foot on the ice again than be anything like those two – but it’s more of the subtle things, such as Yuri wrapping his arms around Otabek during motorcycle rides, or Otabek’s hand gently holding the small of Yuri’s back as he leads them through the streets.

Then it started becoming, well, less subtle. Such as the multiple times Yuri has tackles Otabek in a hug after a long period of time without seeing each other, Otabek playing with Yuri’s hair and braiding it to different styles, and falling asleep together on the same bed, arms wrapped around each other.

For Yuri, it’s something natural, comforting. Nothing calms him down more than Otabek’s touch, warm and steady and easy to focus on when he’s starting to lose his temper. He’s sure that his best naps he’s had have always been with Otabek’s arms around him. Otabek is such a comforting presence that is now hard to live without.

As of late, though, he’s noticed that Otabek has been distancing himself from him, physically. Everything else has been the same, but Otabek no longer plays with his hair or takes his hand, or, well, anything. He’s been conscious with how he moves when he’s around Yuri, and whenever Yuri tries to initiate the contact himself, it only takes a few minutes before Otabek gently moves Yuri’s hands away from him.

It’s… concerning. And lonely, he finds out, when Otabek smiles at him apologetically that night and says he’d rather sleep in his own hotel room for the rest of their time in France for the Grand Prix Finals. He doesn’t get much sleep that night. And when he sees Otabek yawning and rubbing his eyes the next day, he knows he isn’t the only one.

So what gives?

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Ball Chain & Satin

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: “Can you write a one shot where Bucky and Reader are getting married, but Bucky is scared. Angst or fluff, it’s up to you. Thanks!” Requested by Anonymous.

Word Count:1,391

Warnings: Language (probably)

A/N: I’m working on my requests, yay me! Oh boii, the fluff is strong :) Hope you’ll like it!

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

You were in front of the mirror, admiring your sleeveless satin wedding gown when someone knocked on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me.”

Grabbing a fistful of satin, you gathered up the skirt of your gown and moved closer to the door. You pressed your ear against the wood and heard him shuffling around on the other side of the door.

“Buck, what are you doing here? We’re not supposed to see each other before the ceremony.”

“I wanted to see you.”

“You’ll see me in an hour. Now, hush!”

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Masterlist - Updated 30/4/17

Originally posted by sebastiansource

- read my masterlist here . Please come and let me know your favourites -

Series

Training With Bucky - A series of connected one shots of what’s like to train with Bucky Barnes based off these headcanons here - Part 1

Ficmas - A series of christmas drabbles - Masterlist

Daddy Drabbles - A series of drabbles which detail the adventures of our favourite characters as fathers - Masterlist

100 Kinks - 100 kinky drabbles to celebrate Bucky’s 100th birthday (smut)

Front Line Love - Reader a nurse during WW2 finds herself at the same camp as Bucky. - Part 1, Part 2 (smut)

Riding in cars with boys - A smutty drabble series featuring all our favourite Sebastian Stan characters in cars, so come along for the ride. - Part 1: Carter

Bucky x Reader- Prompt drabbles

“I’m tired of being your secret”/“Sometimes, there is nothing better than some good old-fashioned, no string attached fucking” (SMUT)

“Will you just tell me the truth?”

“You don’t need to protect me”/“Didn’t realise I needed your permission”

“I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”

Bucky + knives + dirty talk (SMUT)

Under the table at black tie gala (SMUT")

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

“Welcome to fatherhood”

“Stop being so cute”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“I’m not buying IKEA furniture again.”

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Stress Relief (M)

video credits: sweaterpawsjimin

gif created by: Admin Smuttyfairy

Summary: When it’s been awhile since you’ve paid a visit to Mr. CEO Kim Taehyung’s office for help in his relief of stress. c;

Genre: saaa-mutttttt

Keywords: rough sex, dirty talk, begging, teasing, orgasm denial(ish)??, spanking c:

Word Count: 4028

Written by: Admin Smuttyfairy

A/N: I tried :D…anyway, I started on this last summer and completely forgot about it until I was scrolling through my google doc files. I started working on it again so here’s the finished product (again, i tried :D)!

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  • john: *takes sherlock to angelos for dinner and then walks with him to bart's*
  • john: *lets go of sherlocks hand (much to sherlocks disagreement) and gets down on one knee*
  • sherlock: *for once doesn't know what's happening*
  • john: *pulls out the ring and gets on one knee*
  • sherlock: *confused face*
  • john: sherlock, you're the man that i love more than any other man-
  • sherlock: yes john i love you too
  • john: i'm not done. you're the person who made my life good again after the war, you're the man who i pretended not to love for a long time-
  • sherlock: yes john i remember when you were pretending to be straight you had the moustache and the wife.
  • john: SHERLOCK LET ME FINISH
  • sherlock: o_o
  • john:
  • john: ok, you are helping me raise my child, honestly she's not my child she's our child. you keep my life interesting and save me from myself, basically i just love you A LOT
  • sherlock: *kind of starting to get it*
  • john: so, would you marry me?
  • sherlock:
  • sherlock:
  • sherlock:
  • sherlock:
  • sherlock:
  • sherlock:
  • john: alright its getting a bit scary now
  • sherlock:
  • sherlock:
  • sherlock:
  • john: so no?
  • sherlock: *knocks john over with a hug and they're just laying there in front of bart's in the street*
  • sherlock: yes.
exo as things my family has said to roast me:
  • baekhyun: hi! welcome home! your hair is so ugly
  • chen: i'm so glad you like reading and staying at home. explain how that solves the problem of you being single all the time though
  • kai: you're always in the dark. i'm not entirely convinced that you're not a bat
  • chanyeol: you're so flat footed, but that's ok! potato feet are cute! you're like a little dinosaur!
  • kyungsoo: you said you wouldn't bother me today and yet you're still talking??
  • suho: i love you but why do you run like an ostrich
  • sehun: please don't hug me right now, you literally look like doofenshmirtz
  • xiumin: i wish someone in this house would let me listen to music with them... except, no, not you, don't ever make me listen to that weird shit ever again
  • yixing: i wish we could undo that interaction. i wish you could unsay the things you just said to me. take that sentence back. in fact, i want to un-know you. un-introduce yourself to me and prevent this interaction from ever happening

black-rogue  asked:

Fic idea that won't leave me alone: Lance comes from a family that isn't healthy. Dad is an alcoholic. And when dad gets drunk he's emotionally abusive. So team gets back to earth and Lance is ecstatic to see his siblings and the team stays at the house for a while. But things are weird with lance and his dad, like lance is waiting for the shoe to drop. And that night the team takes siblings out, but when they come back dad is yelling at lance and he just takes it like 'Okay dad, you're right.'

Consider it done!

TRIGGER WARNING!!!!! ***hints at abuse of alcohol and verbal abuse*****
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When Allura told the team they were taking some time off to visit Earth, the team were ecstatic, especially Lance. “I’m afraid we won’t be able to stay too long, so we can only visit one place and stay there. But you will all have a chance to contact your families!” Lance rushed forward, excitement filling his eyes. “We can all stay at my home in Cuba! We have a tone of extra rooms where my older siblings moved or left for college!” Allura smiled and clapped her hands together. “Alright, team, it’s decided! Coran, set a course for Cuba!” Coran saluted her and gave Lance a wink. “Right away princess!” Lance was bubbling with excitement and relief. He was so happy to see his family and for his team to meet them. *My family…oh quiznak, I didn’t think.* Lance thought, frowning. *Maybe he’s changed since I’ve been gone..* Lance was lost in thought as the stars and planets passed them by, bringing them closer to home.
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When the castle touched down on the soft sand, Lance bolted out of the door, arms wide as the smile on his face. “Come on, guys!! My house is just up that hill!” The chased after Lance as he ran up the hill, sand crunching underneath their feet. As the team continued to run, the house came into their view. It was a large, wooden house that had clearly been there for years. It appeared to be quite old, but it was very homey. Lance began to run faster, making the sand fly from underneath his feet. “Maria, Lucas, Teo, Marco, Selena, Tia, mama, guys!!! I’m home!!!” The team watched with wide eyes as a small mob came stumbling out of the house. “LANCE!!” Small children ran toward Lance, sprinting madly. I small sturdy woman with skin the same color as Lance’s leap from the door, tears flowing down her face. “Oh Lance! My sweet boy! Lance, oh Lance, you’re okay!” “Mama!!” Lance cried, running to her with his arms open wide. She picked him up in a bone-crushing hug as his siblings talked him to the ground. “Lance, where have you been?” “Is your hair longer?” “Did you lose weight?” “Did you bring me any presents?” His mother laughed, eyes sparkling from unshed tears. “Children! Give your hermano a chance to catch his breath! I’m sure he will tell us why he left with no explanation.” His mom said accusingly. Allura stepped forward and cleared her throat. “I believe that part is my fault. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Allura, Princess of Altea. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Allura bowed respectfully to Lance’s mom. “Mama, since you’ve already met Allura, meet the rest of my team and friends. This is Keith, Shiro, Coran (the gorgeous man), Pidge, and Hunk!” Lance introduced, gesturing to each one. “Guys, meet my mama, Marcia.” Marcia nodded at them. “Well, let’s not just stand out here in the heat! You all must be starving! Come on inside and I’ll get you-” “Marcia, what is all that noise out there?!” Came a grumbling voice from inside the home. The team noticed as Lance turned stiff and clenched his fists as the voice interrupted. They heard staggered footsteps as a tall figure walked out of the house. The man had a full mustache and his skin was a couple of shades darker than Lance’s and his mom’s. “Who are all these people?” Marcia cleared her throat. “Diego, these are Lance’s friends. Lance has come home, isn’t that wonderful?” Lance’s dad eyes him up and down, and grumbled. “Well, come here boy. Give your dad a hug then.” The team watched as Lance stiffly walked toward the man. As Lance gave him a short hug, his nose crinkled. *He reeks of alcohol. I guess somethings just never change.* A small voice spoke up. “Mama, can we pleeeeease take Lance’s friends down to the beach? Please please please please pleas-” “TEO!! Ahem, if they wish to then go right ahead.” Teo whooped and pounded his fist in the air. “Let’s go you guys! Mama, will you come with us?” “We’ll alright, let’s head that way!” The team began to head toward the beach when Lance’s dad’s voice rang out. “Lance, you stay here with me and help clean up. You’re mother just finished dinner.” Lance looked in between his father and the others. With a sigh, he nodded. “Okay. Guys I’ll catch up with you guys later. Welcome to Varadero beach!” Lance waved at them and followed his dad into their house.
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The team had separated from Lance’s family, headed back toward the house exhausted from playing in the sand and water. Allura giggled. “Lance’s family is quite large.” “And energetic!” Coran added. The rest of the team laughed along when Pidge suddenly stopped, raising a finger to her lips. “Hey guys, shh. Do you hear that?” The team crept toward the window where they could hear voices. “…leaving the family like that was disrespectful. You’ve always been disrespectful. And I hear I thought some time away would fix that.” Diego’s voice rang out, speech slurred. “You’ve done nothing for this family, but bring us down. Honestly, you’re pathetic Lance. Always have and always will.” “Of course, papa. I’m sorry.” The team looked at each other in anger and shock. “Did he just say-” “Lance doesn’t really believe that does he?” “Surely he doesn’t really think that-” “Allura, where are you doing?!” Allura ignored them, rushing her way into the house. She burst through the door, fire in her eyes. Lance jumped at the noise and turned away from the dishes he was washing. “Allura? What are you doing? Is everything oka-” “Diego, sir. I’m sorry but you are wrong.” Diego lifted an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” Allura set her jaw. “You. Are. Wrong. Lance is one of the best Paladins I have ever come to know, and his talent and bravery has saved me and our team numerous times, which means he has saved the universe multiple times. You should be proud of all the things he has accomplished. He has been nothing but respectful and he has done your family proud.” The rest of the team joined her, crossing their arms and nodding. Allura raised her chin higher. “These things you say about Lance, about my Paladin, our friend couldn’t be farther from the truth.” Lance eyes began to water as he smiled softly. “G-guys..” Keith stepped forward. “And if you have a problem with Lance or any of us, you have a problem with me.” Lance’s dad eyed them and angrily huffed. “Whatever. Lance, finish cleaning. I’m going to bed. Tell your mother.” With that, he stumbled his way upstairs. Lance sat down the wash rag and wiped away the tears from his face. “T-thank you guys. For everything. He just gets like this sometimes, so-” Shiro cut him off. “That doesn’t excuse for the things he said.” The team nodded in agreement. Lance let out a wet chuckle. “I think we need a group hug now.” The team giggled and wrapped there arms around Lance. “Without our Blue Paladin, team Voltron wouldn’t be the same. You’re the heart and soul of this team, Lance. You hold us together. Don’t let anybody tell you otherwise.”

Decathlon l Peter Parker

Summary: The fourth part to this mini series where Peter Parker misses the decathlon and saves the reader…

Warning: Spoilers and swearing

Pairing: Peter Parker (Spiderman) x reader

Type: Part four of mini series

A/N: This mini series is six parts long, this is the fourth part. Nearly there. It’s about to get good!

Part One Here / Part Two Here / Part Three Here / Part Five Here / Part Six Here


Originally posted by ellieisinspace

Peter’s eyes fluttered open and he sat up, still in that shipping container. “Ow, my head.” He rubbed his head as he stood to his feet.

“You appear to have a mild concussion,” the suit said. 

“Hey,” he looked around the container. “Where am I right now?”

“I am not sure. The walls are hindering my sensors.”

“Wait a minute,” he whispered. “They must have hijacked the truck and taken me to their evil lair. Okay, suit lady. We are going to have to fight our way out of this one.”

He turned and counted down to three before slamming his body into the doors of the container, breaking them open. He quickly stood up and took in his new surroundings. It was just a brightly lit warehouse with hundreds of shipping containers like the one Peter was in.

“What is this place?” Peter asked, noticing nobody was around. “Suit lady, where am I?”

“You’re in the most secure facility on the eastern seaboard, The Damage Control Deep Storage Vault.”

“No!” Peter said, looking at the giant cemented walls around him. He placed his hands on his head and groaned in frustration. “Seriously?”

He went over to what seemed to be the large door and tried prying it open. “The door will most likely remained closed until morning,” the suit stated. Peter kicked the wall gently.

“Morning?” He made himself a makeshift hammock out of his webbing between two shipping containers and lay in it. “Hey suit lady? I kinda feel bad calling you suit lady, you know? I should probably give you a name, like Y/N.” He immediately shook the thought from his head. “No, no, no, god that’s–that’s weird.”

He jumped down and lazily swung from one of his webs. He was so impatient, it was driving him crazy. Why wouldn’t the door just open already?

“What about Karen?” He let go of the web and fell onto the ground softly. 

“You can call me Karen. If you would like,” she said happily. Peter hung upside down and read from his textbook.

“Hey, Karen. What else can this suit do?” A second later, webbed wings appeared from under his arms. He gasped in disbelief. “What?”

He gasped down at his web shooters, now observing them and all the different combinations. He let out a hum and put on his Decathlon yellow jacket uniform.

“Maybe we should run that refresher course,” he said to himself. He had plenty of time.

“Ricochet web,” Karen said. 

“Ricochet webs,” Peter repeated. He tried it out and the web shot into a ball, hitting the wall and bouncing straight back at him. He quickly ducked. 

“Slender webs.” Long webs shot out from his wrist, falling to the ground. “Web grenade.” Peter tossed one to the wall, yelling the name before it exploded into webs. He was having fun.

After his refresher course, Peter lay on top of one of the shipping containers, staring at the ceiling. “Should I tell Y/N that I am Spiderman?”

“Who’s Y/N?”

“Whos’s Y/N?” He chuckled to himself, smiling like a giddy schoolboy under the mask. “She’s uh–she’s the best. She’s awesome. She is just a girl who goes to my school. We kinda grew up together. And yeah–I really wanna tell her but it’s kinda weird, you know? Hey, I-I’m Spiderman.”

“What’s weird about that?”

“Well what if she is expecting someone like Tony Stark? I mean, imagine how disappointed she would be when she sees me,” Peter explained.

“Well, if I was her, I wouldn’t be disappointed at all,” Karen said sweetly.

“Thanks Karen. It’s really nice to have someone to talk to.” He looked around. “Hey, how long have we been here anyways?”

“Thirty-seven minutes,” Karen stated.

“What?” Peter sat up in frustration. “Thirty-seven minutes! That is insane! I cannot take this anymore. I gotta get out of here.” He jumped down from the container and went back into the one he came from. “There has got to be something in here that I can use.”

He dug through whatever the bird man put in his backpack, pulling miscellaneous weapons and items from it that could probably be sold for a fortune. He suddenly recognized something and pulled it out.

“Huh? Hey look, its just like the glowy thing,” he said, picking up the weird looking thing.

“That glowy thing is an explosive Chitauri energy core,” Karen replied. Peter stood to his feet and dropped it immediately.

“Woah! Woah! Woah! You mean we have been carrying around a bomb?”

“It would require radiation to transform it into an explosive state,” Karen said as Peter pulled out his phone to call Ned but there was no connection. 

“No, no, no, no, no.” He grabbed all his things and exited the container. He webbed himself onto the wall. He banged his fists on the wall in attempts to get it open. Then he glanced over at a box on the wall. “Karen, you have to help me open that time lock.”

He hung upside down as he tried to solve the combination to open the door of the vault. He pulled out his calculator and hooked it up to the wires. Then he pulled out a notepad and paper and began writing equations. 

“Okay Karen, lower the voltage and run it,” he said, punching it into the calculator.

“Trial unsuccessful.”

“Okay, we are just going to have to try every sequence,” he explained, crossing off the top one. 

Back at the hotel, Ned pace around the room. Y/N knocked on their door and he jumped in surprise. “Ned, Peter. We are going to be late.” Ned sighed and ran over to the bed, grabbing the glowy thing and shoving it into his pocket before leaving the room.

“Initiating trial two hundred and forty-seven,” Karen said as Peter typed in the numbers. The vault door began to open.

“It worked! It worked!” He swung out of there and jumped onto a traveling truck, allowing it to take him in the direction he desired. 

At the decathlon, Mr. Harrington numbered off all the kids. “Where’s Peter?” Y/N looked up with saddened eyes. “Flash, I guess you’re up.” The team continued to switch out students as the decathlon went on. Near the end, Mr. Harrington chose the final five. It was up to them to win.

Ned, Liz, Y/N, Michelle, and Flash all took their seats on stage. Another school’s final five students entered the stage on the other side. “We have now entered sudden death. The next answer, wins the championship,” the lady announced. The question was given and Michelle reached out and rang her bell. Everyone looked her way. “Midtown Tech?”

“Zero,” she stated. 

“That is correct,” the team rejoiced. They all leaned over and hugged Michelle before being awarded with the trophy.

“Karen, you have to get me to the decathlon as fast as possible. I have to be there. I cannot let Y/N down,” Peter said as he rode on the back of a truck.

“Sure thing, just tell me where it is?”

“Right across the street from the Washington Monument,” he said. He called Ned but he didn’t answer, probably because he was still at the decathlon. “Ned, call me back! The glowy thing is a bomb!”

In celebration of their win, Mr. Harrington took the kids to the Washington Monument. Flash made his way over to Y/N, nudging her arm with a smirk playing on his face.

“I told you we didn’t need Peter.”

“You didn’t even answer a single question,” she said. Flash rolled his eyes and walked ahead of her, the trophy in his hands. Everyone made their way inside, all except Michelle, who chose to stay on the ground. 

Ned pulled out his phone and saw all of Peter’s missed calls. He decided to call him back. “Oh Ned, you’re alive!”

“Peter! Are you okay?” Ned whispered.

“Ned, Ned, Ned. The glowy thing! The glowy thing!”

“Don’t worry, its safe,” Ned insisted whilst putting his backpack through the scanner.

“No, Ned. Listen–”

“You missed the decathlon! We are at the Washington Monument–” before Ned could finish his sentence, Y/N had grabbed Ned’s phone from his ear and put it to her own.

“Peter? Is that you?” 

“Oh, hey Y/N,” Peter said.

“Is that Y/N?” Karen asked, momentarily pausing their call to talk to Peter.

“Please put Ned back on the phone,” he said to Y/N. He jumped off the truck and began running towards the Washington Monument. 

“You should tell her how you feel,” Karen suggested. Thank god, Y/N couldn’t hear her.

“You are so lucky we won,” Y/N told Peter. “I wanna be mad but I am more worried. What is going on with you recently?”

“Y/N, I have to talk to Ned. It is really important,” Peter pleaded.

The security guard told her to put the phone on the belt so it could be scanned. She did so and as soon as it entered the monitors, the connection was lost. 

“Y/N? Y/N! Dammit,” Peter cursed as he ran as fast as he could. The team got onto the elevator and began riding it up to the top. Peter continued to run and he threw his backpack onto a tree, webbing it there so no one would steal it.

As they neared the top, the security lady began to explain some information about the monument. In Ned’s backpack, the glowy thing began to glow even more and soon ripped a hole through his backpack. It shot straight up into the ceiling of the elevator, as it exploded. The elevator stopped.

Peter made it to the base of the monument and looked up to see the explosion from the outside, a layer of bricks bursting from the monument and falling to the ground. “No, no, no, no, no,” Peter said. “Karen, what is going on up there?”

“The Chitauri core has detonated and caused severe structural damage to the elevator,” she said.

“My friends are up there,” Michelle pointed out.

“What? Uh, don’t worry ma'am. Everything is going to be okay,” Peter insisted. He ran off and launched himself off the ground, landing on the side of the monument. He began to climb it as fast as he could.

In the elevator, Ned dropped his backpack onto the floor. Everyone looked up to see the damage, the ceiling of the elevator was hanging on by a few threads. A few false moves would send the elevator plummeting to the ground. “Stay calm everyone,” Liz said.

“We are all going to die here,” Abe noted.

“Nobody is going to die,” Y/N reassured them.

On the outside, Peter climbed and climbed. “Estimating ten minutes before catastrophic detonation,” Karen told Peter.

“I know that was scary but don’t worry. Our safety systems are working,” the lady in charge told them.

“Safety systems are completely failing,” Karen said.

“We are very safe in here,” the lady reassured them.

“The occupants are in eminent moral danger,” Karen added. Peter panted heavy as he forced himself to go higher and higher.

“I am going as fast as I can!” 

Inside the elevator, they all carefully opened the emergency hatch. They sent one kid up, seeing as though they were only a few feet away from the door. The security guards at the top opened the newly shattered door and reached down to grab one of Peter’s classmates, helping her to safety.

“You now have one hundred and twenty five seconds until catastrophic failure,” Karen announced.

“What? Why?”

“Unexpected motion has caused the deterioration to escalate,” Karen said, giving Peter a scan of the elevator. 

“How do we get it?”

“Activating riconoscesse drone.” A small drone came out of the emblem of his suit, looking him in the eyes before flying away.

“Has that been there this whole time?”

“Locating optimal entry points. Proceed to southwest window,” Karen instructed. 

“I am on my way.” Peter jumped onto the other side of the building and continued to climb until he had it to the top. He pressed his head to the building and held on for dear life. He slowly turned around, his back on the building. He leaned forward and looked down before getting scary and moving back.

“What is wrong? You reached the southwest window. Why are you hesitating?”

“I-I have never been this high before,” he slowly scooted his way over to the ledge of the window.

“You have also not reinstalled your parachute so a fall from this height would mostly be lethal,” Karen pointed out. Peter turned around again and let his foot drop down to hit the window.

“Why is it not breaking?” He asked in frustration.

“It is a special kind of ballistic glass. You will have to create more momentum.” Peter webbed the building and leaned back, he pushed off the monument and hit his feet against the window. A small crack appeared on the glass.

He barely even noticed the U.S helicopter fly towards the monument. “Identify yourself,” the ordered over the coms. Peter looked back at them, seeing the guns in their hands.

“My friends are up there! My friends are in there! Stop,” Peter begged.

“Return to the ground immediately!”

Inside the elevator, they had Liz go next, hoisting her up out of the elevator. The only people left where Flash, Ned, Y/N and Mr. Harrington. On the outside of the building, Peter closed his eyes.

“Karen,” he said, blocking out the constant calls of the officers behind him.

“Yes Peter?”

“Give me a scan of the elevator. Tell me if Y/N is inside.”

“Sure thing.” He waited a second for her to reply.

“Is she up there? Is she safe? Is she okay?”

“I’m sorry, Peter. She’s inside the elevator,” Karen said sorrowfully.

“No, no, no, no, no.” Peter climbed higher, reaching the very top of the monument. He looked back at the helicopter. 

The security guards helped Flash out of the elevator. The elevator jointed, another wire breaking in the process. The pulled him out as fast as they could.

“I’m gonna die,” Peter said to himself before jumping off the building. He used his web wings to fly over the helicopter then he webbed the rail on the helicopter ands swung into the window of the monument, breaking it open. The wired on the elevator snapped and it began to fall with the people still inside.

Everyone screamed as Peter webbed a ricochet web, allowing it to bounce off the walls of the elevator shaft and travel down towards the elevator. It grabbed onto the elevator and Peter struggled to keep it up, his feet propped up against the doors to steady himself from falling as well.

“I did it!” Suddenly the doors broke and Peter plummeted down towards the elevator. The elevator stopped on some debris but as soon as Peter fell onto the floor of the elevator, it broke through the debris and continued to fall.

He quickly webbed the ceiling of the shaft and dug his feet into the ceiling of the elevator, allowing it to stop. As he hung upside down, he looked around at the people in the elevator and his eyes settled on Y/N.

“H-Hey. H-How are you doing,” he said cockily. “It’s alright. I got you. It’s going to be alright.”

“Yes!” Ned exclaimed, almost jumping around.

“Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Quit moving around,” Peter pleaded.

“Oh, sorry.” Peter slowly began to pull of the web, easing the elevator back up to the top of the monument. The webbing strained against the roof of the shaft. Soon, the elevator reached the top and the security guards helped everyone out of it.

“Alright, this is your stop. Everyone get out,” Peter said, knowing he couldn’t hold it for much longer. YN was the last of the get out and as soon as she moved, Peter’s feet broke through the ceiling of the elevator. 

Y/N screamed and quickly jumped. Peter held out his hand and webbed her wrist, holding onto her as the elevator disappeared deeper into the shaft.

“You’re okay. You’re okay,” Peter reassured her. He pulled her up by the web and grabbed her hand. “Its okay, I got you. You’re going to be okay.” He helped her to safety. Everyone was safe.

Y/N stepped back and looked the Spiderman in the eyes with disbelief. Her mouth stood slightly agape. He gently let go of her hand.

“Is everyone okay?” Y/N nodded her head.

“This is your chance, Peter. Kiss her,” Karen ordered. Before he could do anything, the webbing broke and Peter fell down the elevator shaft. Everyone watched his body fall.

“Thank you,” Mr. Harrington yelled.

“I’m good!”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Rolling your eyes while dropping your phone onto the bed, you got up to open the door for the one who was consistently blowing up your phone. Although you already knew it was him at the door, you peered out the side panel window just to see him swaying from side to side as he stood in place. Maybe it was the annoyed look on his face from him being impatient or maybe it was his getup of the gag present bunny ears you had given to him for his birthday last year. Either way, you couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh as you opened the door for him.

“Took you long enough.” It wasn’t long until he had pulled you into his arms in a tight embrace, sticking to his words from a few minutes ago. “I mean I already figured out you are small, but I didn’t know you were slow too.”

“If you’re looking to have kids in the future I suggest you shut up.” You teased with a light chuckle. “My small stature is the perfect height to hit you where you don’t want to be hit.”

Silence had taken over as you continued to stand in each other’s hold. You weren’t sure about how he felt, most likely the opposite of what you were experiencing, and maybe it was all in your head, but things felt weird for you. Of course you knew it was coming, that was the reasoning for his visit in the first place, and it’s not like you were newly acquainted friends, seeing as the both of you have been neighbours since the early years of your childhood. Perhaps it was the fact that he had propped his chin atop your head, or the way his hands had splayed themselves widely across your back, or if may even be how his cologne was filling your senses, making you realize just how closely he was holding you. But despite the awkward tension you were feeling, you couldn’t help but let out yet another laugh as he let you go. The imagine of him with the bunny ears perched on his head was one you hoped you would never forget in the distant future.

“What’s so funny?” he questioned, furrowing his brows together.

“Don’t worry about it.” You dismissed. “You got your hug. You need anything else?”

“Yes, some cocoa would be great right about now.” He stated as he toed off his shoes and made his way past me towards the kitchen.

“That wasn’t part of the deal.” You protested. “Make it yourself, you know where everything is anyways.”

“As just your so-called neighbour, wouldn’t that be intrusive to you things? ” he placed emphasis on the word neighbour, jutting out his bottom lip to get his dislike for the title across to you.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. Are you seriously gonna be like this today?” You already knew what he wanted you to say, to hear it from you to confirm his thoughts and so that he could soothe his hurt pride. “We both know you’re my friend. Is it really that important for you to hear it all the time?”

Instead of replying, he simply grinned at you, the bunny ears dropping forward a little bit, before reaching for the kettle and the jar of cocoa. “Do you want some?”

The tortoise and the hare; what a great duo.


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Loki x Reader

Genre: SO MUCH ANGST

Word Count: 1,383

Summary: You find out that your husband, Loki was still alive after falling from the Bifrost, and you were determined to see him. Although, when you do, it is not hugs and kisses like you expected from reuniting with the love of your life.

AN: mmkayyy, so my first shot at actually writing something, tell me if you like it. I just needed some good and frustrating ANGST. If y’all like it, maybe I’ll write more. If not, I’ll probably hide in my shell and never write again. Feedback is always welcome tho 


“I command you let me through!” You were yelling at the two guards blocking the path to the dungeons, or as you thought, your path to Loki. “We have orders from the Allfather, Lady Y/N,” they replied. “I don’t understand why I am forbidden to see my own husband.”

You had been arguing for almost an hour before you heard a familiar voice boom through the hallway. “Let her pass!” Whipping your head, you saw familiar golden locks and a sympathetic look from Thor. “He has already been sentenced to life in those dungeons. No need to keep him from reuniting with his dear wife" 

Thor put an arm around your shoulder and interrupted the guards before they could speak again, “Come! I will escort you to my brother”

After passing through the large doors and turning a corner, Thor stopped to look at you and sighed. “Lady Y/N, I know you must miss him but you cannot just bother these dungeons. He cannot be trusted. He is not the same Loki you grew up with centuries ago… that Loki fell from the Bifrost” He held your shoulders and you know that he means well but you couldn’t help but feel anger start to bubble up inside you.

“How is he different? He’s made mistakes but don’t we all? Thor, I lost him once but I know he is still my Loki.” You looked at Thor hoping he would understand, and sighed. “And even if he weren’t… I’d love him all the same.”

 Thor let out a second deep sigh and let go of your shoulders. “I hope he knows that.” You continued walking until you and Thor reached a rather large and furnished cell and saw the raven hair you missed running your fingers through.

“I must go now. I might need to speak to father before the guards do.” Thor turned and walked away before stopping to shortly look back between you and Loki. After Thor had left, you walked closer to the cell in front of you.

“Loki,” You spoke quietly but loud enough for him to slightly turn his head to the side.

His hair was much longer from the last time you saw him. From what you could see, his eyes looked sunken and his face was a sickly pale color.

“Loki,” You repeated and he furrowed his brows before standing up and turning to you. “What are you doing here?” He spoke harshly and glared. You were confused for a moment. He seemed angry and ashamed all at once but you still missed the sound of his voice after it had stopped flowing from his lips.

“I wanted to see you.” You continued keeping your voice at a whisper. He scoffed and looked away. You didn’t understand what you were feeling. You wanted to kiss him and punch him all at once. He left you but he’s here now. You started to feel the tears prick at your eyes and you looked down at your feet, from being so overwhelmed, you assumed.

“Did you miss me?” You heard Loki’s voice mock and you looked up to see his back turned to you once again.

Your tears subsided and whatever you were feeling turned into anger. Angry at him for everything; for leaving you and letting you cry at night, for mocking you now and for not seemingly missing you at all. At the same time you were angry at yourself for still wanting feel his lips against yours.

You furrowed your brows and raised your voice a little louder, “No, Loki. I didn’t.” Loki turned back to face you and looked taken aback, all you could do was let out a laugh and wipe the tears away. “I didn’t miss you at all. I didn’t miss the one person I called my friend. I didn’t miss the person I married. Gods, I didn’t miss having someone hold me at night or comfort me when I cried!” You were screaming and tears were falling hard at this point and you were trying to look anywhere but him.

“Y/N, I-” He started but you quickly interrupted him, not caring how much your voice cracked. “Of course I missed you, Loki” Your voice was back to a whisper and you looked back at your feet. You didn’t realize you had walked as close as you could to the cell. “I died when I heard what happened.” You let out a sigh and continued, “All I wanted was to see you again…” You looked up to see he looked… Sad. He had tears in his eyes but his mouth was turned downward like he was disgusted, not with you, but himself.

“I’m sorry, Y/N” Two words from his lips and all you wanted to do was hug him.  You just missed the feeling of him. You didn’t realize you were crying now just looking at his face.

“Why did you leave me? Why didn’t you tell me that you were okay? That you were alive?” You just wanted to know and every part of you was relieved that he was alive but hurt that he kept himself away from you and let you mourn.

“I couldn’t, Y/N.” he turned away again and started to walk towards his bed and you wanted to throw your slipper at him. “Why not!?” You yelled and he stopped moving completely. You saw his body stiffen and he let out a deep sigh.

“Y/N…”

“Did you not want to be with me?” You didn’t even understand what was coming out of your mouth. You wanted an answer. Something to explain why you didn’t eat for months and cried yourself to sleep, wishing you had fallen from the Bifrost. You just wanted him back with you.

“Of course I wanted to be with you, Y/N!” Loki yelled and interrupted your thoughts quickly. “Everyday, I wish to be beside you again. To hold you while you sleep. To be out of this accursed cell and be wherever you are!” He was running his fingers roughly through his hair, causing the slicked back locks to fall out of place. “But I couldn’t…”

“Why not!?” You yelled again

"I’m a monster, Y/N!” He looked at you full of rage. Not particularly at you but at everything. He wanted the world to melt away. “I couldn’t take it and especially after what I’ve done, I was too ashamed to even think of holding you again.” He sat on a small chair and put his head in his hands. You know what happened in Midgard but frankly, didn’t care when they told you he was okay.

“Did you at least try?” Your voice was cracking, you weren’t even sure if Loki could still hear you. All he did was sigh again before speaking up, not moving from his spot. “I wasn’t strong enough to try… I was too weak.”

“Were you too weak… or too selfish” You were hurting all over and your chest felt like a sack of bricks. It worsened when you saw a tear slip past Loki’s palm. “I don’t deserve you, Y/N…” He was near sobbing and it made your heart burn and caused you to choke back a sob yourself but you were just as mad.

"Loki, please… Just look at me” Your voice was still cracked but you had managed to cease the tears that were falling from your eyes. He looked up at you and you saw the tears that covered his cheeks.

“I’m not strong enough to try anymore, Y/N” He started to whisper, afraid that he wouldn’t be coherent if all you could hear was sobbing when he raised his voice. Hearing his words, your tears pushed out once more. You could feel your heart tearing itself to pieces. It felt worse than when you heard about his “death”. You felt hopeless. He was not the monster he believed himself to be nor did you believe he ever will be, but it seemed like he was the shell of your Loki.

“I missed you, Loki” you whispered one last time and turned around to leave when he put his head back in his hands and started to choke back his sobs.

“I missed you too, Y/N" 


Part 2 “Safe”