* & | ‘ FUNNY, you’d think in a place like this, it wouldn’t be so hard to find someone to spend a little time with. ’ the male sighed, haughty tone smothered by the exasperation he felt that made itself more clear in his voice than the underlying entitlement he felt to have someone near him, someone to focus his attention on.
I love the idea that Zenyatta is the angriest of the Shambali
that he who uses orbs of discord and knows how to fight was one who was frustrated with the suffering of the world
who saw Overwatch as a chance to help in a more active way than the Shambali afforded him
the fact that he hadn’t come home in a while, wondering if his brothers and sisters would welcome him, speaks of a Zenyatta whose beliefs don’t fully align with the other monks
And that Zenyatta found Genji and immediately related to him because he found somebody who had more anger in him than Zenyatta felt, that he, unlike the other more tranquil Shambali, could understand and guide Genji better
Zenyatta who is angry, but not weighed down by it–who uses anger as energy, who despite having left the monastery is still one of the most advanced Shambali who touches upon the Iris on a semi regular basis
Zenyatta who is passionate, whimsical (”I dreamt I was a butterfly”), strong and emotional, but who has enough mastery to use that emotion to help him succeed. Who taught Genji the same, that anger isn’t a bad thing if it’s balanced, if it’s channeled into the energy to do and be better, and to help others.
andrew getting overwhelmed by how much he loves neil…like…before he Never saw this feeling coming he thought it was just his mind making up things while he was on his meds. he’s long since accepted that this is real neil is real but sometimes it hits him so hard, that he can have this. he wasn’t able to have cass the way he wanted because of drake ruining it, ruining him…but now he has neil, and he is able to keep having him.
neil, who loves andrew unconditionally for who he is. neil, who accepts all of his sharp edges and dark thoughts. neil, who knows when to back away and when to stay close. neil, who wants to be with him and feels just the same as he does. neil, who can see the good in him when everyone else couldn’t. this all hits andrew like a wave crashing onto the shore and he feels like he’s drowning, but it’s a welcomed feeling. because it’s safety, and it feels like home. neil is home and before, he had this twisted, broken view of what “love” is from all those traumatic experiences that still eat away at him, both of them did, but this is new and different from anything else and too much and sometimes andrew wonders if he is really worthy of this, of what neil gives him and makes him feel.
and there are still passing fearful thoughts that what if he loses him, but waking up to fluttering eyelashes against cheeks and the way the morning sunlight rests against his skin while he’s in a peaceful sleep, seeing those looks neil sends his way, full of adoration and warmth, late night trips to the grocery store together wearing eachother’s hoodies and sweats and picking up andrew’s fave sweets to dull the nightmares he just had and is still feeling in trembling fingers and a rapid heartbeat—
it all makes their forever click into place and andrew knows that this is it. neil is it for him and it will always be that way
Summary: Deciding to stay in for a date, Peter and the Reader are faced with annoying and embarrassing comments from the whole team, who are unaware of their relationship.
Word Count: 2,428
Warnings: language, fluff, annoying avengers (??), embarrassed!Peter, embarrassed!Reader, cuteness, LOTR trilogy. (Let me know if I missed any)
A/N: Alright homies, I apologize it has taken me so long to upload something. I’ve been reaally stressed. So hopefully this is okay? For the anon that requested this, I hope you like it. I’d love some feedback, as always. Enjoy reading!
Dark, gray clouds blocked any source of light from shining through the big, thick glass windows surrounding every inch of the building.
The entire tower was filled with a solemn mood that spread into every corner and room.
Most of the team dreaded days like these, since it put a damper on their mood, (especially Steve).
You, however, cherished days like these the most.
It’s where you find your peace and inner self, no matter how depressing that may sound.
It helps you relax and release any stresses that corrupt your thoughts.
But the best reason of all is that you don’t have to leave the house, even if you had a date with Peter tonight.
However, thinking that idea through, you realized something.
Description: After showing off to his friends what he could do more push-ups than them, you felt like he was going overboard with his competitive side. Ignoring him for a couple weeks, made a new side of him come out.
A/N: I made a bet in a group chat that I wouldn’t say anything sexual about Jungkook for a month. I won but during that month, I would type out how a felt about this “unnamed guy” aka Jungkook. So, after the month was up, I decided to change all the ‘He’s to Jungkook. The beginning is kind of based on Episode 12 of Run BTS. I can’t believe I wrote all of this filth. Well, looks like I’m going to hell after this. Also, I didn’t edit it. So, if there’s any mistakes. I’m sorry
Whenever he walked over to you, there would be a huge smile on his face. It would have seemed as if he won the lottery or if he found out something interesting that he was ready to tell you about. Jungkook’s smile made you feel like you were stuck in a trance and everything around you was moving slowly. Whenever you looked into his considerably large eyes, it would feel as if it was only you and him in the world. He had that effect on you and you never knew it. He had his days where he would annoy you to the point where you would ignore him for days on end. Especially on this particular day, he was showing off way too much and you were not having it.
Much of the world watched as the events in Standing Rock, ND unfolded. Many posted in protest of the pipeline drilled through sacred treaty protected land belonging to the Natives, some even gave their physical presence to the cause, subjecting themselves to the frigid cold, mistreatment from police officers; tear gas, rubber bullets, and imprisonment. One beautiful thing about Standing Rock was the community there, if dapl had a bright side, it’s that it brought more like-minded people together to connect over a common cause. I met a guy on my flight to ND who had actually been adopted into a Lakota family, Standing Rock gave him more than just friends, he felt at home on the reservation like he never had before. When I first arrived, it was the beginning of the end of this community. There seemed to be this confusion combined with sadness, many seemed to have found a home at Standing Rock like my friend Jahnny, but what now? Regardless of it being the end of the line for many here, I was still invited in without hesitation, given food and drink, asked my purpose for coming to Standing Rock. Everyone that showed up here, had a reason for being here, and everyone took care of everyone. At one point during the evacuation, I was running from police over Lake Oahe, I fell through ice and got completely drenched head to toe in ice cold water. In a state of shock, not fully realizing the urgency of my situation, someone grabbed me and said, “we need to get you to the med tent, NOW!” A few people stripped off my clothes, gave me a space blanket and threw me on a quad that sped me to a warm tent where I was given tea and warm clothes. I felt safe and a part of this family just for showing up and standing up for what I believed was right.
lean on the lamp post, far from them on the empty street, your gaze never
leaving his form as you watch your soldier talking to another woman, who was
rather getting a little too handsy with him. Her delicate fingers brushing up
over his prosthetic arm, treating it like a delicate, poor little flower.
disgusts you to no end and your violent mind thinks of all the scenarios where
you’d do anything to keep her away from him. Keep everything, everyone away
from him. But you know he’s only doing his job, the one that HYDRA forced him
there are so many other ways of gathering information. You could have taken
matters in your own hand, but since the Soldier was granted the liberty for
this mission, he thought it could be done without any sort of destruction, which
you would never hesitate to cause.
has been half an hour since they’re talking and as much as you wanted to ignore
the sting in your heart, your brain overtakes your feelings and reminds you
once again that you’re nothing but the protector; you’re here just to keep an
eye on the asset. Any other sort of attachment would cost you both your
Summary: Jungkook can feel when your entire world falls apart, and his shatters into a million more pieces.
Word count: 2k words
An immobilizing sense of panic shot through Jungkook, causing him to freeze. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, and his vision became unfocused in his state of unadulterated fear. Immediately, Jungkook sensed that the sudden emotion was being transmitted through your soulmate bond, and soon fear wasn’t the only feeling Jungkook was contending with.
“Y/N? What’s going on?” Jungkook thought helplessly. He moved through the crowd, leaving behind whichever girl he had been talking to, and tried to escape the confines of the party. The sense of panic he had been feeling had suddenly ceased, which was even more worrying. “Talk to me–are you alright? Fuck! Y/N!”
By the time Jungkook reached the front door, he was covered in a sheen layer of sweat–in part from the heat of the party, and mostly because of his increasing worry. He burst through the door, lurching into the cool, night air.
“Y/N!” he bellowed, head swinging side to side as he searched for you. Cursing, Jungkook realized he had no idea where to even look. He couldn’t hear your thoughts, so relying on luck, he turned to his right and ran.
Jungkook sprinted down the empty road, his footsteps falling heavily and echoing through the silence. His lungs burned and his muscles ached, but the cold grip of fear around his heart kept him running.
In his mind, he could feel your presence slipping away. Even if you were silent, there was always a warm, comforting feeling of your presence. But now, it was being replaced with cold nothingness.
He prayed that you were safe–he knew that he had caused whatever had made you so panicked. Jungkook wished he could go back in time, stop you from leaving. Maybe even go back further, and stop you from hurting at all.
But he knew that it was useless to hope.
As Jungkook turned a corner, he was blinded by bright, flashing blue, red, and white lights. An ambulance was stalled in the middle of the road alongside a single car. Jungkook’s feet skidded to a stop as he stared at the scene unfolding before him.
“No,” he whispered, his voice breaking. Staggering forward, Jungkook’s eyes began to water with unshed tears. A man stood in his path, so Jungkook grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and spun him around. The man stared up at Jungkook, his eyes wide and his face pale. “What happened!?”
“T-there was an accident,” the man explained, his voice shaking. His eye’s darted to the right, so Jungkook’s followed.
On the ground, a girl lay sprawled on the cement in front of the parked car. Two paramedics were kneeling beside her, assessing her injuries as they prepared her body for the stretcher.
Jungkook knew immediately that it was you. His body moved forward on its own accord as Jungkook’s mind screamed.
“No,” he repeated, his voice becoming louder. It cracked as he spoke. The paramedics turned around, alarmed at the sight of the distressed boy.
“Sir, please stand back,” one of them said, standing up with his hands in front of him placatingly. “We need you to stay out of the way so we can get to the hospital.”
“She’s my soulmate!” Jungkook cried, surging forward to get closer to you. The paramedic sprung up, grabbing Jungkook by the shoulders and holding him back. “Let me see her! Is she alive? Oh god–tell me she’s alive!”
Jungkook’s hoarse cries filled the quiet night, his words becoming mangled together until they were indecipherable. Another pair of hands grabbed Jungkook and stopped him from struggling–he was pretty sure they belonged to the man who had hit you.
And god, Jungkook wanted to be angry with that man. He wanted to be furious. But Jungkook knew that everything was his fault. If you died, it would be because of Jungkook. The fight left him, and Jungkook crumpled to the ground.
Silent sobs wracked his frame as he kneeled, watching your lifeless body being whisked away on a stretcher into the ambulance. Sirens began wailing as the ambulance lurched to life, but to Jungkook, the sound seemed far away. He could only stare as the ambulance–as his soulmate–sped away into the night, disappearing into obscurity.
Jungkook’s mind was blank. He felt numb everywhere, he couldn’t even feel his own body. It was like he had slipped away and was watching himself from someplace else, wishing that what had happened wasn’t real.
He wondered if this was all just an elaborate nightmare. If, at any moment, he would wake up never having met you. That way, he had a chance to undo all the mistakes he had made. Jungkook wished that were true, but he knew better than to wish.
“Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital,” the man from before spoke, his tired voice lined with guilt. “Don’t worry son, I’m sure she’ll be alright.”
Jungkook felt himself being lifted, and he stood up shakily. The man led Jungkook into his car, struggling to get the large boy into the vehicle. They rode in silence to the nearest hospital, and by the time they arrived, Jungkook wasn’t sure how much time had passed.
Since he had arrived at the hospital, Jungkook had done nothing but stare at the walls in the hallway in front of him, waiting for you to exit the emergency room. After a few hours, your body was whisked away to an intensive care unit. Jungkook followed the line of doctors and nurses that wheeled you away, met by looks of pity.
The doctors tried to explain the extend of your injuries to Jungkook, but their words fell on deaf ears. All he could do was stare at you. You had been moved to a hospital bed, looking impossible small underneath thin, white sheets. There were cuts and bruises all across one side of your face. Like before, you were unresponsive.
Eventually, the room emptied out, and only you and Jungkook remained. He dragged a chair across the room, its legs squeaking against the cleanly polished tiles. Jungkook sat down beside your bed and did nothing but stare.
White walls and the scent of antiseptic surrounded Jungkook. His dark clothing was a stark contrast against all the white and pale grey around him. He hated everything about hospitals–they brought up so many terrible memories.
But for once, he was able to find comfort. The steady beeping of your heart monitor ignited a spark of hope within Jungkook.
From the night into the morning, nurses drifted in and out of the unit to check on you. They cast worried looks at Jungkook, who had not moved in several hours. One even tried to bring to bring him food, only to return an hour later and see it untouched.
People tried speaking to Jungkook again. He couldn’t bring himself to listen properly, but a few words lingered, like “serious head trauma” and “potential brain damage.” Those words echoed around in the background of Jungkook’s mind ceaselessly.
In the time Jungkook had spent watching you, he also had time to think. He tried to recall every one of your thoughts he had heard. Every conversation you had shared. It was impossible to reestablish them all–he had been listening to you for as long as he could remember.
In his life that had been filled with so many horrors and so much sadness, you were the one bright light in the darkness that surrounded Jungkook. And how, that light was so close to being extinguished. With nothing better to do, Jungkook whispered quiet confessions, hoping that even in your unconscious state, you would hear them.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Jungkook whispered, his voice rough after everything he had put it through. “I’m sorry for everything–everything I’ve done, everything I’ve said. I never wanted to hurt you, never. You mean the world to me.”
He could feel his eyes begin to water, but in the sanctity of the empty room, Jungkook did not stop talking.
“I never thought we would meet so soon,” Jungkook confessed, tears slipping down his cheeks. He reached out for your hand, holding it carefully in his larger ones. “I wasn’t ready. Right now, I’m not…I’m not a good person. I wanted to change–become someone you could be proud of. But in the end, you already knew exactly who I was. I wasn’t ready to face you, and I pushed you away. I’m sorry.”
Jungkook kept talking, pouring his heart out to your unhearing ears. He spoke until his voice faltered and he had no more words to say. But even then, he knew it wasn’t enough. He would do anything to make you understand. He wasn’t sure if you could live not knowing if you would every forgive him.
Suddenly, in his clammy palms, Jungkook felt your hand twitch. His eyes widened and jumped to your face. Your eyelids were twitching as you roused slowly. Jungkook leapt to his feet and searched for the assistance button.
“Nurse!” he yelled, his voice cracking. He jammed the button frantically, unsure of what to do as you began to wake.
Jungkook watched in awe as your eyes opened slowly. You squinted into the bright light, your eyes darting around the room as you tried to make sense of what was happening.
“What happened?” you croaked, your voice hoarse after almost a day of misuse. Your eyes moved to Jungkook who was standing beside you. “Why am I here?”
“You were in a car accident,” Jungkook explained softly, a sense of relief flooding through him. His soulmate was alive–everything was going to be alright. “You have a few injuries, but you’re going to be fine.”
“Oh…okay,” you replied slowly, still not understanding. “But why are you here? Where’s Jieun? Who are you?”
Jungkook’s heart stopped in his chest. Did you forget?
“Would you mind telling me the date?” Jungkook asked, sounding much calmer than he felt.
“It’s August 6th, I think,” you said after a moment. Jungkook stared, wide-eyed. You had completely forgotten the past three months. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”
“My name’s Jungkook,” he spoke finally, trying to keep his voice steady. “Y-you may have forgotten me, because of your injuries. But I’m your soulmate.”
“Really? My soulmate?” you repeating, squinting in disbelief. “But you go to my university. Why haven’t you said anything before?”
“We didn’t find out until recently,” Jungkook supplied with a small smile. A nurse burst into the room, gasping when she saw that you were conscious. She called for a doctor, but neither of you paid her entrance any mind.
“Wow,” you breathed, a huge smile lighting up your face. “I can’t believe I finally met you. And that I forgot everything. Will my memories come back?”
“Probably,” Jungkook said, although he wasn’t sure if he wanted that to be true. “We haven’t spent a lot of time together, so you’re not forgetting much.”
“Hey, how do I know you’re not lying?” you suddenly demanded, pointing an accusing finger at Jungkook. It almost made him laugh, and it definitely made him smile. “What’s something only my soulmate would know?”
“When we were younger, we used to think of love songs,” Jungkook remembered suddenly. “You thought of Taylor Swift a lot. I sang ‘Marry Me,’ mostly.”
“Right, we did that,” you confirmed quietly, blushing at the memory. You looked up at Jungkook, your eyes wide and vulnerable. “So, we’re really soulmates. Wow. Do you…do you love me?”
“Yes,” was Jungkook’s immediate response. He realized, in all the times that he had actually spoken to you, that was the first time he had never lied.
Eventually, a doctor entered the room and began asking you questions. Jungkook stared from the sidelines as the examination progressed. The entire time, your eyes kept jumping to Jungkook’s, a bright blush on your face. Every time, Jungkook indulged you with a smile, but he could only wonder when this wonderful illusion would fall apart.
- Girl in Luv
Wow!! Part 3 already guys. Thank you so much for all the support 💛 I know this is like cliffhanger after cliffhanger, but I have PLANS. This story’s becoming a lot more complex than what I had imagined when I first began writing it, but I hope you guy still enjoy it. Tell me if you liked it, and let me know what you think is going to happen! So thanks again for all the love guys!!! Happy reading 🤓
What is his first scene in this movie? Well, he looks grimly out the window after seemingly having sex with a sexbot.
When I saw it my first thought was that he regrets some of his life choices. Then the focus is on Ravagers and one of them is happily walking around with his girlfriend. Then the focus is again on Yondu, who still looks somehow somber.
This gave me an idea that in that moment Yondu might regret that he didn’t find love and didn’t have a family of his own. No family = no warmth… but also no legacy in form of genes and knoweldge passed in next generation. It might have been that in that scene Yondu was feeling old and mortal.
Maybe the fact that he didn’t have a partner and child, is largely due to his past - since his own parents sold him, he had no idea how to truly love a spouse and a child. In fact, maybe because he had no idea about love (other than camraderie), the love he felt for Peter took him by surprise. And since he had no parenting model (at least one that we know of), he might have been scared of the fact that he had to raise a child himself.
Now let’s look at the speech he gives to Rocket. Before it ends on how they’re both hiding their feelings because people who made them didn’t care for them, he talks about men who act tough and push those closest them away, because of the void they feel inside. And we just know that he talks about himself there and that this attitude concerns Peter the most: Yondu keeps saying horrible things to him and only later reveals the true reason behind adopting the boy, because he doesn’t know how to handle emotions. He himself has barely any concept of parental love.
Also remember that he has to hide this parental love from his crewmembers. But in the end Kraglin finally snaps at him that he treats Quill differently; that Quill can betray them all he want and Yondu will never kill him or punish in any severe way. “Being soft” on Peter is what causes Yondu to ultimately lose his crew, because the Ravagers that didn’t turn on him, are killed. Yondu’s rough demeanor comes from fear and, unfortunely, this fear has reasonable basis.
And I also think that in this movie he thinks about how he will be remembered. At the beginning Stakar says that since Yondu broke the code, he will never be buried as a Ravager; and when he goes to save Quill and Rocket tries to stop him, Yondu says: “You gonna give me this. I never did anything good in my life.” So part of the reasons why he sacrifces himself is so he can save the only good thing he did: his adoptive son.