*Things get tense when (Y/N) meets three members of the Red Skull*
So, considering that two of these characters have yet to made an appearance in the MCU. I am taking slight artistic licence as to what I think they looked like for this AU. Shout out to @assembletheimagines for helping me try and pick a face for Hela thanks boo x (I know that Cate Blanchett is going to portray her in Thor 3 but I kinda leaned towards the comic version of her for this AU)
“Come on you piece of shit work” you growled dangerously. You sat perched at the bar, a new lukewarm cup of tea sat beside to you barely touched as you glared viciously at the laptop screen. You had been risking your life in that motel room for long enough and it was high time to find a place of your own. Or someone to share it with at least.
“Don’t you look like a ray of sunshine this morning” you resisted the urge to glare at the three arrivals.
“Careful Sam, she’d been yelling at that thing all morning” Wanda teased as she stood behind the bar drying pint glasses.
“Roommate search? Looking for a new place?” Natasha asked peering over your shoulder reading the website open on the laptop.
“Living out of my suitcase is getting a little old” you mumble into your mug, you winced after swallowing. The cool temperature didn’t sit well with you.
i think people forget the context of the girls' friendship. initially they were all lonely/trying to fit in - sana probably didn't want to sound ~sensitive~ by speaking up about minor issues of exclusion/ignorance to people who were basically strangers. also they were first years: alcohol etc was part of the social environment and created another obstacle. sana has now got more comfortable but might think it's too late + might not want to seem a ~martyr~/make the girls feel retrospective guilt
yeah you’re right. like the first thing Vilde asked her was if muslims were allowed to be Russ. And to be honest, that wasn’t a stupid question though she could’ve phrased it differently. Russ is originally about graduating but its not what it has become; it is about partying, drinking, drugs and sex. Its obvious that Vilde held (and still do) a lot of prejudice and ignorance against islam because she didn’t know any better, but asking someone who’s obviously religious about if they are allowed to take part in a tradition like that isn’t stupid. And Sana could have explained her religion and her choices in depth and made them understand, but its not at all weird that she didn’t.
And it has been almost two years of them partying and Sana joining them. Considering how defensive she has been when someone questions her or Islam (I’m not saying its unreasonable or strange, but it is defensive) is it really so strange that the girls dont ask Sana about everything? They probably think that Sana just wants to be treated like any non religious girl, and I don’t think Sana knows what she wants either? The girl squad doesn’t understand her, her mom doesn’t understand her, I dont think Sana knows exactly how she wants things to be either.
It is definitely complicated and thats what makes this season so great. Because its nobodys fault, is it? Like sure, on the subway, the girls could have noticed sana standing alone. But couldn’t Sana have tried to join the group and laughed with the others if she wanted that? She was the one who agreed to go to the party. if she had said no, they wouldn’t have gone. She knew everyone she went there with and theres no reason why she would have stood alone unless she wanted to.
Sorry if I’m going of your point anon; but I really like what you brought up. I dont know what people expect the girls to do, or what they expect sana to do. I wish they’d stop trying to blame everyone though.
A/N: Ahhhh it’s been awhile my dudes. This was a very cool request and I enjoyed writing it, so you can request song fic if you’d like! Also, it changes from past and present tense so hopefully it doesn’t get confusing.
Word count: 1,243
“Hey,” an unfamiliar voice spooked you, “sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s fine.” You replied as you turned around to see none other than Connor Murphy, the boy you’d least expect to see at a party.
“You looked lonely in this corner all by yourself and I thought we both could use some company.” He spoke as a nervous giggle escaped from his lips. Connor was right, you were lonely and all by yourself. You had shown up to the biggest end of the year party with your best friend, but she ended up ditching you to go play beer pong and God knows what else.
“What are you doing at a party, Murphy?” You joked and he smiled down at his cup full of booze, something you’d never seen before.
The moon -
First time I heard your voice
Moonlight burst into the room
And I saw your eyes
And I saw your smile
And the world opened wide
And the world was inside of me
And something you’ll never see again. Now, you can barely even look at him without becoming emotional. You loved Connor Murphy, every aspect of him made you deeply infatuated. The way his eyes would light up when he would talk, the curly, chocolate-colored locks that fell from his head, and that smile. That handsome smile of his will forever be etched into your memory. The way his lips lifted upward, the way his teeth perfectly aligned. Connor’s smile was a ray of sunshine, and you were only a sunburn.
“I don’t know what I’m doing here,” his tone was serious, “this isn’t me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t belong here, at a party. Maybe I should just go.” He started to head for the door.
“No!” You interjected while grabbing onto his toned bicep. Thankfully, no one was paying attention to the scene you just made. Realizing what you had done, you quickly let go of the grip you had on his arm.
“I mean you can leave if you want. I can’t make you stay.”
“How about you join me, y/n?” His question caught you off guard. Connor then took your hand in his and before you could answer, he led you to his car. The inside smelled of cologne and old library books, a scent you’d never forget.
“Where are you taking me?” You asked after Connor made you put on a blindfold, telling you he was taking you to his favorite getaway spot.
“It’s a secret. It’s only a little longer, I promise.” He answered. Connor was right, but your anxiousness made it seem like it lasted forever.
“Okay, you can take the blindfold off now.” What lay before you was a part of town you’d never seen. It was absolutely breathtaking, the rolling hills with a painted sunset in the background left you in awe. You looked at Connor and saw a smile in his eyes, the most beautiful thing you laid your eyes on that night.
And I catch my breath
And I laugh and blush
And I hear guitars
You are so good for me
I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you
Now looking into the distance of those hills, all you can feel is an emptiness in your stomach. Thinking back to the night of that party, you can almost physically feel your heart tear in two. How he opened up and poured all of his feelings and emotions to you that evening is a memory that you can’t seem to forget no matter how hard you tried.
You and Connor had an open relationship, don’t get me wrong. But at one point when things started to get complicated, he stopped communicating. And when it got bad, your relationship went spiraling downhill quickly. Maybe breaking up was the best for the both of you. That didn’t mean you weren’t heartbroken. You were sure that you wouldn’t be able to love anyone like you loved Connor Murphy.
Gazing at the sunset, sitting on the hill where you guys loved to go to the most, tears welled up in your eyes.
“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.” You silently chanted to yourself. No matter what, you couldn’t let go him.
“Why did you bring me here?” You asked Connor.
“Why wouldn’t I? This is my favorite place and I thought I’d share it with someone special.”
“But I’m not that special.” You said unable to take the compliment.
“To me you are.” Connor said, looking down at your lips. And with that, he leaned in a kissed you softly. He broke away and spoke.
“I’ve been meaning to do that for awhile.”
“I didn’t know you felt that way about me.” You replied.
“You’re like the moon, y/n,” He said as he pointed up to the night sky, “You’re so bright and beautiful. You light me up in the darkest time.”
“I love you.” You blurted out, covering up your mouth realizing your second outburst of the night.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“I love you too, y/n.” Connor said without missing a beat. As he said that, you stared into his blue eyes for what seemed like an eternity.
Oh the moon
Oh the snow in the moonlight
And your childlike eyes
And your distant smile
I’ll never be this happy again
You and I
And no one else
We’ve done this all before
We were angels once
Don’t you remember?
Joy and life
Inside our souls
And nobody knows
Just you and me
It’s our secret
This winter sky
How can anyone sleep?
There was never such a night before!
I feel like putting my arms round my knees
And squeezing tight as possible
And flying away
Regardless of how hard you tried, you couldn’t turn back time and erase this whole experience. It would be so much easier if you hadn’t agreed to join him on that Friday night. Because now he’s moved on, enjoying life with his new partner, while you’re stuck replaying every good moment you shared with him.
He probably won’t remember the fights and arguments. He probably won’t remember all of the yelling and screaming. He probably won’t remember how you laid awake at night curled up in a ball begging and pleading for him to come back.
Maybe he’ll remember the times he took you to that cute little coffee shop. Maybe he’ll remember the times that your mom told him how much she loved him. Maybe he’ll remember the times he took you to his favorite place.
It doesn’t even matter anymore. He has a new lover to keep his mind occupied with. All you are now is a distant memory, someone that Connor Murphy will never think about again.
Maybe he’ll come today
Maybe he came already
And he’s sitting in the drawing room
And I simply forgot
You had the opportunity to get to know and love Connor Murphy for a whole two years. In that time, two birthdays, Halloweens, Christmases, and numerous holidays were shared with the boy you loved the most. Although there are little reminders here and there, it still hurts to know he is sharing his soul with someone else. Maybe out separate path will diverge again someday, or maybe that was the end of our journey.
White mist streamed out of her mouth as she looked at the city. Her skin almost felt like paper. She rubbed her fingers against each other. Then against the front of her coat. She tucked them into her pockets. Leaning against the railing, she stared at the passing faces. Each one blurred into the next, like a carousel of strangers looping around and around. Hoping, straining to see the one face that would stand out from the rest.
When Sakura opened her eyes, she was staring up at an eggshell ceiling. She turned onto her side, fingers pressing to her eyelids. The light that streamed in through the blinds pierced. She fumbled until her fingers connected with the cord. With a hard yank, she closed off the light from outside.
The quiet pooled along with the darkness in this bedroom. It was only until she rolled onto her other side that she could tell which room this was in which apartment. Not that they were much different. They were empty, for the most part. Pale walls with paler furniture. No photographs, no personal trinkets. Just enough outfits in the closet. And if she ran out, she could have more brought in.
These apartments were all interchangeable pieces in a puzzle without colors. Where there was no hunting and matching the jagged edges. One could replace the other. And in a way, that was easy. Because they were all unfamiliar ceilings. They were all lonely places. No one place hurt more than the other.
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Warning: None unless you count swearing, but then if that bothers you why are you on a Negan blog ;)
Summary: Imagine singing and dancing by yourself in the Sanctuary one night and getting caught by Negan.
“Rock me mamma like a wagon wheel, rock me mamma anyway you feel. Heyyy-y mamma rock me.”
You croon softly to yourself in the dim light, swaying your hips in time to the silent rhythm of an old song. The canteen had been long since deserted and if you were honest, that was how you preferred it. Not to be ungrateful of course, but after spending so long out there on your own, being as quiet as possible, all the noise was a little overwhelming.
Your last job of the day was to mop canteen floor, covered in muddy boot prints and other unidentifiable stains - not that you cared enough to identify them anyway. You were almost done too, the tables pushed back to let the floor dry properly. It was cathartic in a way, being able to loose yourself in the methodical task. Almost everyone was in bed, biters were outside, it was a rare occasion these days that you felt safe and you allowed yourself to enjoy every second of it.
“Rock me mamma like the wind and the rain, Rock me mamma like a southbound train. Heyyy-y mamma rock me.”
Smiling to yourself you sashay to the left and the right, caught up in a memory of a much happier time, the moonlight drifting from the large factory windows illuminating your path. Spinning round to replace the mop into the bucket something catches your eye.
A figure silhouetted in the doorway, a man even. A tall man at that, taking up most of the space. For a short second you just gape at the sight, trying to figure out who it could be and why they would still be up at this time. Then you notice the jagged silhouette of a baseball bat hanging from the man’s hand.
[ TEXT: MAKOTO ] Dude, I’m as confused as you are.
[ TEXT: MAKOTO ] One minute I was walkin’ down the street, next thing I knew, I was frenchin’ some chick while wearin’ a life jacket.
[ TEXT: MAKOTO ] I’m so confused man. Like… Yellow ain’t even a good color on me, and here I am with this big ass banana-colored vest on me. This is… So uncool. Can ya bring me one of my t-shirts or somethin’?
So I promised y'all a story today and since I got one vote for each story I chose one just cause I feel it’s more complete than the angst one. I think it’s cute and I’m rather fond of it. So here’s a little TimKon through the ages through the eyes of Martha Kent.
The first time Martha Kent met Tim Drake, she hadn’t known what to expect. She’d heard about him almost as soon as Conner had walked in the door for the first time. The boy had been so delighted to finally have Superman’s trust that he’d babbled away about anything that came to his mind which was, predominantly, his friends on his new hero team. He spoke of the beautiful but fun Wonder Girl, Impulse with his childish demeanor and maniac energy, Arrowette’s sharp wit and Secret’s quiet, loving presence. Mostly, he talked about Robin, the newest one anyway. Conner spent most of his time complaining about the quiet, authoritative young man but it was obvious that Conner cared for him, for all of them. So she didn’t mind that one was from the future and another given powers by Zeus, as long as they gave Conner the love and acceptance he needed, then they would always be welcome in her home.
Which is why one sunny Kansas day, she wasn’t terribly surprised to see two extra boys sitting in her kitchen. A brown haired boy, Bart, she soon learned, was a whirlwind of energy and chaos barely sitting still long enough to be seen. The other was much more reserved with a shy smile. As soon as she laid eyes on Timothy Drake she knew he’d come from a loveless home, was strong and independent because he’d had no choice but to learn on his own. It broke her heart to see a boy like that so unsure if he would be welcome into his friend’s house. But his hesitant smile slowly grew as Conner began recounting the story of their latest mission; Tim gently corrected her boy’s blatant over-exaggerations and soon enough was at ease. Their laughter rang through the house for the rest of the night and it was a lovely sound. She could see that they were all lonely souls, caught up the greater ministrations of their mentors. But they had found each other, and she thinks that will be enough.