O K BUT what about instead of playing dead Loki ends up helping Thor defeat Malekith for whatever other seedy purpose he has previously concocted and when the dust has settled Thor appears all bruised and bloody and the air smells electric like an imminent thunderstorm and Loki can’t help but get super duper turned on by this accidental display and Thor has been sporting a mega boner all the while because there is enemy blood giving color to his not-brother’s pale cheeks and it’s been a really long time since they fought side-by-side and lo they end up making out enthusiastically in the middle of Greenwich and that’s how TDW should’ve ended.
You’re The Song Stuck In My Head (Patrick Stump One Shot)
Based off the request:
I was wondering if you could do a high school Patrick imagine because those are my favs
I pushed my reading glasses back up the bridge of my nose and turned the page in my text book. Finals were next week and I was trying to revise as much as possible.
“Hey, (Y/N)?” I heard a small voice small say from behind me. I turned around to see the lovable dork, Patrick, who I’ve also had a crush on for about two years.
“Hey, Patrick.” I greeted with a smile, he sat down beside me.
“What’cha doing there?” He asked me, he looked up to me, I could only just see his baby-blue eyes peaking out from under his hat.
“I’m revising for the finals. Which I’m failing miserably because it’s math and you know that I’m no good at math.” I complained.
“I could help you, if you want.” He offered.
“Oh my gosh, would you?” I asked.
“Yeah sure, m-my house after school?” He asked me nervously. I smiled at the thought of going to his house and spending time alone with him, even if it was just doing revision.
“Sounds great, thank you so much!” I said. He smiled and for a brief second our eyes met but he quickly looked away, his cheeks going a slight shade of red, I wasn’t sure what that meant but he looked pretty cute.
We stayed in the library for an additional ten minutes, just laughing and talking about nothing in particular, it was great.
The walk to Patrick’s house was pretty awkward, we were both too shy to say anything and other than talking about our school days it was pretty much just silent. After ten minutes of awkwardness, we finally got there.
“Oh hello Patrick! How was school?” His mom called from what I’m assuming is the kitchen.
“It was fine, mom.” Patrick replied.
“Oh! Who’s this?” She directed to me once she came into our view.
“She’s just a friend.” Patrick answered, getting very uncomfortable.
“I know what that means.” She replied with a forced wink. Patrick went bright red and I think I might of too.
“Oh my God, we’re going up stairs to study. Don’t bother us.” He said while escaping up the stairs with me just trailing behind. Once we get in he closes the door behind us.
“I’m so sorry about her.” He said, getting very flustered and still very red in the face.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” I answered, feeling very awkward.
“So, uh, math, that’s what we’re doing.” He got out his math text book and I got out mine, we sat down on his floor. I was sat with my back against his bed and was sat cross legged in front of me.
“So, if we start on this chapter, do you know how to do this?” He asked me, the awkwardness was now almost completely gone as Patrick got into teacher mode. I saw the chapter he was talking about and it was algebra.
“No, I’m terrible at algebra, it’s one of my worst topics.” I felt stupid, he was so much smarter than I at pretty much everything.
“Hey, it’s okay, I’ll help you.” He looked at me with a kind smile which made my heart melt.
After a while, I was slowly getting the hang of it, Patrick was really good at explaining and he was really patient for when I didn’t get it, I loved spending this time with him, not awkward, just super relaxed and chill.
We had finally finished and we both reached to turn the page onto the next chapter. Our hands touched, we both looked up and our eyes met. We looked at each other for a few moments and I don’t know about him but my heart was beating out of my chest. Before we knew it, we were both leaning in. Our noses touched, before we can make any further contact, my phone rang which made us both jump back. My cheeks went bright red as I answered my phone and I was glad whoever it was couldn’t see me, I didn’t dare look to look at Patrick out of sheer embarassment.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hey, (Y/N).” I heard my bestfriend chirp down the phone.
“Hey, what’s up?” I asked, still avoiding Patrick’s gaze.
“Nothing much. Hey, so there’s this party tonight and you’re coming.” She said forcefully. I groaned, parties really weren’t my thing.
“I don’t want to.” I whined.
“Tough, you’re coming with me.” She said.
“Can I bring Patrick?” I asked quietly, I saw him in the corner of my eye look in my direction.
“Ooo girl, you still trying to get on him?” I blushed profusely and I hoped to God that he didn’t hear that.
“Okay, bye!” I said and before she could reply, I had already hung up.
“What was that about?” Patrick asked, avoiding the obvious elephant in the room.
“There’s apparently a party tonight and we have to go.” I said, cringing at the idea already. So was he by the look on his face.
“A party? I don’t know, I mean they’re not really my scene..” He trailed off.
“No because if you don’t know I won’t have anyone to hang out with.” I pleaded.
“Fine, as long as you don’t leave me.” He said with a slight smile.
“I wouldn’t want to.” I said boldly. There was a moment of silence where we just looked at each other, my gaze fell to his lips and all I could think of is how good it would feel to kiss them..
“I-I should probably go.” I said, my eyes still fixated on him as I stood up with my books and my bag. He stood up too which made me finally make eye contact with him again.
“Thanks for helping me.” I said quietly.
“No problem. See you tonight, I guess.” He replied softly.
I walked down the stairs and stopped at the door to say a final goodbye, as I walked down the path away from his house.
“Oh my God!” My best friend (Y/BF/N) squealed as I turned around in the little black dress she had let me borrow. “You look so hot!” She exclaimed excitedly.
“I don’t look that good..” I muttered, looking at myself in the mirror, I didn’t look horrible but I didn’t look great.
“Oh shut up you look stunning, Patrick is going to love it!” She insisted, I gave her a stern look but I couldn’t help but hope he would like it.
“I don’t know..” I trailed off, I wasn’t happy with it.
“Hmm, if we take..” She slid my glasses off and I had to give my eyes a brief adjustment period before they narrowed in on her excited face. “These off, that just completes the whole look!” She said excitedly. I looked in the mirror again, it did look better without I had to admit.
“Can I do your make-up?” She asked me enthusiastically.
“You’re acting like this is the prom.” I pointed out.
“So? It’s your first party and you’ve got a boy to impress.” She urged.
I eventually gave in and let her do it, after ten minutes of torture, she had finished, she kept it simple and it didn’t really look like I had any on except from the cat-eye eyeliner. I completed my look with some converse, I flat out refused to wear heels of any kind.
Before long we were at the party, a drink was thrust in my hand and I was pretty much left to fend for myself. (Y/BF/N) had gone off with some guy and I was just trying to find Patrick. It took me about ten minutes before he eventually found me amoungst the crowd of sweaty high-schoolers.
“Hey, (Y/N)!” He shouted above the roar of the music. I automatically smiled when I saw him.
“Hey, I’ve been looking for you.” I shouted back. He said something to me but I couldn’t hear over the music so he leaned in closer to my ear.
“I said; you look beautiful.” He pulls away with a nervous smile and I hoped the bad lighting in the club made it difficult to see my rosey cheeks.
“Thank you, you don’t look half bad yourself.” I complimented, taking a mental note on the black skinny jeans, sweatshirt and fedora he was wearing, he looked casually charming.
We hung out and spoke for what seemed like five minutes but turned into twenty. We were making cute little small talk when I felt someone snake their hand around my waist and pull me into them slightly, I stiffened and so did Patrick as he glared daggers at whoever it was.
“Hey, gorgeous.” Some jock slurred, his breath stank of alcohol and ciggarettes.
“Uh, hi.” I replied coldy, trying to free myself from his grip but he clawed onto me, I began to feel scared at what this drunken idiot might do.
“Whoah, where do you think you’re going?” He leaned in for a kiss but I dodged away from him and put my hand on his chest to attempt at pushing him away, it didn’t work very well because he was still here.
“Not interested.” I said as forcefully as I could, I kept trying to push him away but he was pulling me closer. A hand came out of no where and punched him in the jaw, his hold on my came lose and I could finally leave.
“She said she’s not interested.” Patrick shouted to the guy who was on the floor, clutching his jaw. “Come on, lets get out of here.” Patrick then said to me, I happily obliged and let him lead me out of the party. We ended up outside by his car which was on its own about a minute away.
“Thanks.” Was all I could say.
“No problem.” He replied quietly, he looked a bit suprised and I was too, I’d never seen him get violent before, it was completely out of character.
“No really, thank you. Who knows what that creep could of done if you weren’t there.” I shuddered at the thought and I got a lump in my throat as loads of different thoughts raced through my head about if Patrick wasn’t there. I think he noticed because he grabbed my hands to catch my attention and looked me deep into my eyes.
“Don’t think about it, okay? I was there and he’s not going to hurt you, I promise you.” Patrick assured in a tone of voice which made believe everything he was saying. “I’m about to say some pretty crazy shit right now but I don’t care.” He announced. I raised my eyebrows and he took that as a sign to nervously continue.
Still holding my hand, he looked me straight in the eye and spoke, “I really, really like you (Y/N), I think I might even love you actually.” He blurted out, his cheeks went red and I think mine did too.
“Patrick, I-” I began to say.
“Wait, before you shoot me down I need to say this. I’ve like you for so long and now it’s developed into so much more. You’re like a song that’s always stuck in my head, I want to be around you more than friends because I love you, I love you so much.” He finished, wary for what my answer could be. Well, I didn’t have one, I couldn’t think of how in words I could explain what I how felt so I kissed him, and in a single kiss that was filled with love and passion we both explained how we felt.
After a few seconds which felt like eternity, we mutually pulled away, his hands still held mine as we both looked at each other while grinning ear-to-ear.
“I love you too, Patrick.” Was all I said and all that needed to be said. At the same time, we both went for a kiss again, all the previous awkwardness and tension was let out.
The kiss went from loving and tender to something else, it became lust filled, I ran my fingers through his soft, blonde hair which knocked his fedora off, he held me by my hips, our lips despite moving fast kept in time with each other has mine molded against his, his tongue glided across my bottom lip, asking for entrance which I granted.
One of his hands opened the car door which was behind me, and without our lips leaving eachother, he laid me down on the back seat and climbed ontop of me. We both had to come up for air, he immediately kissed his way down to my neck, sucking and nibbling at my soft spots which made me moan softly.
I ran my hands down his sides and tugged at his shirt, asking for him to take it off which he did then continued the assult on my neck. I slipped my hand between us to palm the bulge that was causing friction in his jeans. He groaned against my neck and rolled his hips into my hand. I hooked my fingers just inside his jeans and pushed them down, he kicked them off the rest of the way. His hand guided it self behind my back, lifting me up effortlessly, he slipped my dress above my head, leaving me in just the red laced panties (Y/BF/N) insisted I wear, I need to thank her later. He looked down at me and smiled, admiring my exposed body and I did the same to him.
“Star Wars, really?” I said teasingly, refering to his Star Wars boxers.
“In my defence, I didn’t think I’d be getting this far.” He lowered himself back down so his head was by my ear, “But clearly, you thought ahead.” He said in a sultry voice with almost made me turn into a puddle underneath him. He returned his lips for a sloppy, lust filled kiss while he slid my panties off. I hooked my fingers inside his boxers and pushed them down so we were both exposed. Before he went on any further he kissed up back to my ear.
“Are you sure you want this?” He whispered into my ear which made me just want to melt.
“Yes.” I replied, he kissed me on the lips once again and lined himself up at my wetness and pushed his way into me, agonisingly slowly. Once he was all the way in he stopped and let me adjust to his size before moving in and out slowly. The car windows began to steam up and a thin layer of sweat gathered on his forehead.
He was now thrusting in and out of me so quickly and I could feel the knot in my stomach build up as he hit my spot over and over again, I heard him groan a few times which must of meant he was close too.
His movements were becomming sloppy and he breathing was now heavy and laboured. I was getting extremely close too, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer.
“I’m gonna..” I managed to say between moans.
“Together..” He uttered, he thrust into me one last time, hitting my spot perfectly as the knot came lose and waves of pleasure coursed throughout my body, I felt him shoot up into me as he climaxed too.
Once we were both completely done, he pulled out and collapsed next to me with his arm around me.
Hypothetically speaking what would have happened if Anakin hadn't gone over to the dark side? What do you think?
Oh gosh, there are so many possibilities. As much as I’d like to say everything would have gone completely different and they’d all live happily ever after, I don’t think that’s realistic.
I mean, it definitely depends on where Anakin turns away from the dark side. Personally, I think his story would always have a bit of darkness in it. He was raised with a mother and loved her deeply (a connection which most Jedi don’t have) so obviously his attachment would lead to a fear of loss and ultimately when he loses Shmi he’d still have that experience with the dark side.
So let’s say he turns away from that path at some point down the track. For me, the decision that sends Anakin to the dark side is the one where’s he told to stay in the council chambers while Mace Windu and the other Jedi confront Palpatine. So I’m just gonna go from there, aka Anakin remained in the council chambers.
In my opinion, Palpatine still would have managed to take over the Senate and wipe out a majority of the Jedi. Anakin was just a part in his big scheme and without him he still could have executed Order 66. The clones proved exceptionally proficient in destroying the Jedi by themselves. Anakin was an added bonus—a nasty surprise that the Jedi in the Temple wouldn’t have seen coming. So, even without Anakin as Vader, I still think that most of the Jedi would have been killed.
Taking a quick step back to the Mace Windu vs Palpatine scene. Even without Anakin I feel like it would have played out pretty much the same way—with Palpatine killing Mace. Palpatine was more than capable of destroying Mace, even without Anakin disarming him. That whole ‘oh, I’m too weak’ was just a ploy to convince Anakin that the Jedi were the bad guys. So, ultimately Mace dies and Palpatine lives on to take over the Senate.
So up to this point pretty much everything is the same. The Jedi die and Palpatine secures control over the senate.
Only, Anakin’s still in the temple when Order 66 is executed.
Now of course there’s a possibility that he dies there—after all, not even the chosen one could dodge ~10 incoming blaster bolts at the same time—buuuut I’m just gonna leave that as a possibility. Maybe he dies, maybe he doesn’t.
For the sake of a little happiness, let’s continue with ‘he doesn’t die in the temple’ and he returns to Padme.
It’s my belief that Anakin’s fall is what resulted in Padme’s death and if he hadn’t turned she wouldn’t have died in childbirth like in Anakin’s visions (I personally think that was Palpatine influencing Anakin’s dreams in order to win him over but idk). So, Padme lives and they have the twins. Obi-Wan survives too and they go on to found the Rebellion (wouldn’t that have been a sight). Ultimately it’s a heck of a lot happier fate than what they got in the films, but it’s nowhere near perfect. There’d still be war and war brings casualties. Also I’m sure Palpatine would have his eyes on the Skywalker twins so they’d have to work to keep them safe. And speaking of Palpatine, I feel like he’d find himself a new ‘Vader’. Anakin was his goal but if that didn’t work out I’m sure he’d be willing to use someone else (just like he used Maul, Dooku and Grievous) until he managed to get his hands on his new goal—the twins.
So yeah, that’s my opinion. I mean it could have gone a lot of other ways depending on the choices Anakin makes, but ultimately I feel like it would have ended up relatively the same no matter what—with the rise of the Empire. Palpatine’s plan was set up for a very long time and Anakin was really only a tool that he used to help his conquests. Palpatine could have managed fine on his own.
I was tagged by the absolutely wonderful @livelovelike555 to post a selfie
and to include Ten things about myself. So here we go
1. I’m Pakistani but I grew up in Saudi Arabia. I’ve been living in SA my whole life.
2. I don’t eat chocolates(or anything of chocolate flavour), I devour them.
3. I have REALLY bad skin, like a very severe case of acne. Thanks to make-up and good lighting for assisting me with taking good selfies.
4. Big make-up enthusiast. But since my skin is so bad, no matter how good my makeup is it still looks terrible XD It feels like I never learnt how to blend my foundation lmao
5. I used to be super self-conscience about my face or I always worried I’ll be called fake and whatnot if I wore makeup to cover up the acne. Thank god it doesn’t bother me anymore.
6. I always cut my hair short because I’m never able to handle long hair, although I LOVE having long hair. Do you see my problem? XD
7. Food is one of those things that I’m not very picky about. I eat almost everything except bell peppers and peanut butter. I’d love to have peanuts but peanut butter is something that never grew on me.
8. I used to write a bit. Nobody knows that lol
9. I’m an introvert until I get to know you and like you XD I also NEVER open up to anyone. My two best friends are the ones who know me better than anyone.
10. I try to stay optimistic in every situation. Although there are days when that doesn’t work lol