Shit i really liked and kinda didn’t like about Ragnarok
I recently saw ragnarok and became so rejuvenated that i brought my marvel blog back but i wanted to seriously talk about like things that i liked and really didn’t just to get shit out there.
Things i really liked (like so much that i am obsessed)
-Thor’s new hair cut/outfit, i think its actually super suitable. Gives that sort of cool ass warrior refugee look. Plus, Chris Hemsworth is beautiful.
-The humor, oh god it was hilarious, i’ve never laughed so genuinely and so much in my life and it made the movie so charming and relatable. It was also such a departure from The Dark World and the first Thor, which dealt with so much emotional baggage for not only just Thor, but for Loki, who basically suffered throughout both movies.
-Hulk being an actual toddler/Bruce Banner being so fucked up and anxious because WHEN DID HE GET ON AN ALIEN PLANET.
-”You’ve been on other planets before i assume” “Yeah, one!” “well now it’s two”
-Valkyrie. Her entire everything gave me so much to love and adore. Tessa Thompson has stole my heart yet again.
-TAIKA WAITITI AS KORG WAS ACTUALLY SO FUNNY
-The little tiny glimpses of Loki and Thor’s childhood, aka the snake story, get help. It really showed how much time Loki and Thor had spent together, which i assume is a lot because age in Asgardian years work differently probably? Like imagine that, Loki and Thor spending time together and being inseparable for 100 years. It showed that they were always close despite loki feeling different or alienated, which explains why its so hard for Loki to just leave thor for dead.
-”You’ll always be the god of mischief, but you can be so much more” See that shit destroyed me. Thor acknowledges that Loki is not like him. He’s a trickster, manipulative, and selfish. But he also acknowledges that Loki is so much more than his tricks and lies, which shows so much character growth in Thor, who sees loki as more than just an asgardian prince that was raised the exact same way opposite of Thor, but as his own fucking person.
-Thor actually not being stupid and falling for Loki’s tricks, aka his magic projections of himself/his petty, stupid betrayals. Tom mentioned that Thor was evolving and that Loki was finally starting to realize that he’s the only one not growing. Scenes like the betrayal scene and the snake scene, although meant to be hilarious, point out that Thor isn’t that idiot that just was too trusting of his brother, he sees through Loki’s tricks, he’s seen them for years, and it really shows that Loki’s getting predictable with his fake deaths and betrayals, which might hint at him changing?
-IT FIXED THE INCONSISTENCIES. The main reason i didn’t like Dark world, though i did see it as amazing for its ability to mix the emotional darkness between Loki and Thor along with the humor throughout the movie, was because it pointed Loki out to be the type of cold blooded monster that would murder his own father. I mean I’m no Loki apologist, i love the kid but he’s killed, he’s manipulated, he’s hurt everyone around him, but i doubt he could ever kill Odin, no matter how much of a shitty father he is. Also low-key hated the whole “Loki if you betray me, ill kill you” Thor bullshit. We all know thor wouldn’t be able to do that, he still hopes Loki is his brother.
-AGAIN, THE SNAKE SCENE WAS SO FUNNY.
-”I thought the world of you Loki.” Ouch.
-Hulk and Val’s bromance.
-The entire Valkyrie v. Hela scene. It was so beautiful and ethereal i actually nutted.
-LOKI DIDN’T NEED TO COME BACK. HE DIDN’T NEED TO GO BACK TO THE SHIP WITH THOR. HE DIDN’T NEED TO GO BACK TO ASGARD. HE COULD HAVE NOT. BUT HE DID. BECAUSE SOMEWHERE IN THERE UNDER THE SELFISHNESS MAYBE HE CARES.
-Loki’s face when odin called him his son.
-Loki’s face when Hela told him to kneel.
-Loki refusing to let Thor go back to Asgard. “Are you serious? you can’t be thinking of going back there, that’s madness!” is that? Loki cARING?
-Loki’s character development.
-thor in a jean jacket and hoodie in new york.
-Thor spilling beer everywhere.
-Loki letting Thor take the orgy ship.
-Jeff Goldblum. Thats it.
-LOKIS FACE WITH THOR AND ODIN ON THE ROOF OF THE CASTLE I SCREmed AFTER ALL LOKI DID HE WAS STILL PUT THERE AS A PRINCE OF ASGARD BYE.
-”Hello father” “OH SHIT”
-The entire play. Loki’s rule as a benevolent god/king in which, before everyone feared him for a dictatorship militaristic form of ruling he could have, but in reality he just like ate grapes and watched plays.
-Thor wanting to be a Valkyrie. The crowned prince of asgard, wanting to be an elite team of woman warriors.
-VAL IS GAY AND IN TESSA THOMPSONS WORDS, HAD A GIRLFRIEND THAT SACRIFICED HERSELF TO SAVE HER.
-Val kicking Loki’s ass.
-THE RETURN OF THE DOUBLE BLADES OUT OF NOWHERE.
-Loki in a suit.
-HEIMDALL I LOVEJWIFHTGE.
-”I thought you didn’t want to talk about it” “heres the thing”
-”Hello!” “Hi” *blasts everyone in room with giant laser guns*
-”What are you? Thor, god of hammers?”
-”i swear i left him right here” “where? on the street? Or in that nursing home thats being torn down?”
“I’m not a witch” “Why do you dress like one then?”
-Loki rolling his eyes when thor is approached by fans.
-Loki calling stephen strange a shitty sorcerer and going at him with stabby hands.
-Confirmation of loki’s love of stabbing.
-Confirmation that Loki is a snake, and also Thor’s favorite snake.
-Loki reciting Thor’s prayer to odin with him mY SON.
-The avengers parallel. “He’s my brother!” “adopted.”
-”mbLERG ITS ME”
-’DIRECT ME TO WHO’S ASS I HAVE TO KICK”
-”Where? the devil’s anus?”
-Bruce fighting evil with fireworks. Good job sweetie.
-Bruce flopping like a fish on the bifrost.
-Thor and his sparkles.
-Odin finALLY DYING. THANK GOD.
-*Loki on a death trip* ‘this is a terrible idea”
-Loki somehow reciting a spell to bring surtur back. what a weirdo. how did he know that.
-LOKI COMING BACK.
-Thor and Bruce’s bromance.
-Jane not being there. I mean it makes sense she dumped him, he left her for two years chasing down infinity stones and constantly almost dying while she had no way of contacting him because Thor’s ass didn’t know how to use fucking email. Also i just really honestly never liked her character to begin with, i mean sure i love that Jane is a strong, smart woman but tbh i just wanted to Fast forward every time she was on screen.
-The cute death wolf.
-”THATS HOW IT FEELS!” “sorry i just really like the sport”
-THOR ACTUALLY BEING PORTRAYED AS LESS OF A JERK WITH CACTUSES SHOVED UP HIS RECTUM AND MORE LIKE THE SWEET, CHARMING, CHARISMATIC AND SLIGHTLY ARROGANT BUT MEANS WELL MAN HE IS.
-Val being there as a cool as member of the team rather than just the love interest of Thor. Protect her at all cost even though she probs doesn’t even need it.
-”I’VE BEEN FALLING FOR THIRTY MINUTES”
-Stan Lee’s cameo as the dude who cut Thor’s hair. Thank you for doing all of us a giant favor. Please do the same to Loki.
-loki beating someone up with his horn hat.
-Loki twirling his horn hat.
-Loki being such a self serving, extra asshole that he came from the fucking fog screaming “YOUR SAVIOR HAS ARRIVED”
-Bruce asking where tony was and then complaining about his tight crotch pants.
-LOKI’S COSTUME CHANGE GOD I HATED THE OLD ONES BLESS UP.
-Loki’s costume being mainly blue, black, and gold :-)))))))
-Loki being 100% done with everything that happens.
-Val knocking Loki out when he makes her relive her trauma why do people ship this you go honey that was a dick move
-Thor throwing various things at Loki to make sure he’s not a mirage.
-he’s a friend from work, something a kid from make a wish that met chris suggested, being in the film and all of the trailers. I hope that made that kid smile.
-”In return, i wish to be granted safe passage through the anus”
-LOKI FINALLY ACCEPTING THAT HE DIDN’T WANT THE THRONE WITHOUT A FAMILY. THAT HE’D RATHER WATCH HIS BROTHER TAKE IT AND STILL HAVE A BROTHER THAN HAVE A THRONE WITH NO ONE TO SHARE IT WITH.
-LOKI SHOWING UP ON SCREEN DURING THOR’S CORONATION.
-Loki being genuinely worried about and double checking if Thor really wants to bring him back to earth after what he did kill me honestly that would probably hurt less.
-Loki’s face when thor said that going their separate ways was what Loki always wanted bc in reality that is the opposite go back.
-Hela not being Loki’s daughter because 1) it proves that ya’ll should stop hoping that a comic soap opera about rich petty alien boys with daddy issues would be anything like classic norse mythology, and 2) when the fuck and how the fuck and why the fuck
-Loki suggesting that he and Thor both rule over Sakaar together lmao ouch.
-Loki just being really cute and quirky.
-Thor being so fucking amazed by Val all the time.
-”I saw you coming” “course you did.”
-THE GUNS NAMED DES AND TROY I WANTED TO FUCKING DIE.
What i didn’t like much;
-Hela. I loved her character, but honestly here is where i think there might’ve been some failure despite how much i loved that movie. She seemed so out of place as a villain, and i feel like the whole related shit tried to mimic Guardians vol. 2, but honestly the fact that Thor didn’t care much about her made her feel so out of place. But i did like some parts, like how she was so disappointed about not being remembered or what her existence and disappointment did to how loki was raised.
-Dr. Strange? Ok that was weird. It makes sense and it was funny to see him but to be honest i wasn’t into it.
-tHE SCENE WITH VAL AND A GIRL BEING CUT. WHYWHYWHY
-tbh was not fond of frost master, don’t hate me.
-Loki possibly taking the tesseract????? And hinting that he might turn evil again??? don’t do this to me marvel.
-loki possibly being turned into the quirky sidekick of his brother. Loki is Thor’s equal, not his annoying little brother/wacky sidekick. I didn’t get that vibe often, but sometimes i did honestly.
-RIP thor’s hammer.
-ODIN BEING A PIECE OF SHIT YET AGAIN.
-Hela’s entrance. it was so quick and like out of place i was like what wait, Loki and thor didn’t even have time to prepare or even mourn.
-the comedy. It was its best and worst part of the movie. Sometimes it was tasteful. Other times it was too much. Thor and Loki didn’t even get to mourn for their dad who tbh was an asshole but still their dad before there was a annoying joke about kneeling. It took away from the story sometimes.
-the lack of hugging between thor and loki.
-The way they glossed over the warriors three’s death like they weren’t Thor’s closest friends and the only ones there for him when Odin tried to banish Thor to earth :-))))) I mean after all that shit he went through I’m pretty fucking sure it probably hasn’t caught up to him but ya bitch still pissed.
-The way, Thor, who basically admitted that Loki actually meant the world to him and was the only family he had left, didn’t ask where he was after asgard exploded? Like tbh i get it, he trusts Loki, his brothers capable and strong and most of all really fucking smart, but i’d still be like :-) the fuck is Loki. I think this is a directing error though rather than like the characters fucking up but i was freaking out, i mean asgard was literally pebbles and everyone was out BUT my son.
-No sif, i mean i get it Jaime Alexander was busy but like y'all could’ve explained smh.
-Loki not getting a hair cut. When will his emo phase end.
-Not getting that one flashback to 80′s asgard with mullets and emo loki.
Overall it was pretty fucking cool, one of the best movies of the trilogy. I fell in love with the marvel cinematic universe all over again. But it wasn’t perfect.
Jin boo would be a bit surprised at first but then absolutely turned on when you pulled back on his lip with your teeth during the middle of a makeout session. “Do that again for me please baby.”
When you bit on yoongi’s bottom lip lightly, he pulled away after to look deep into your eyes while holding one part of your face in his hand and softly stroking your cheek with his thumb. “What do you need from me, beautiful? Hmm?”
Biting on Hoseok’s lip, he shut his eyes and pulled you closer to him. Wanting much, much more. “What are you doing to me…”
You decided to tease Namjoon a little by going in for a kiss but instead biting on his bottom lip and pulling back lightly. When you tried to get away while giggling, Namjoon grabbed your waist and sat you on his lap. “Where do you think you’re going honey.”
When giving Jimin a quick kiss goodbye before he left for practice, you teased a little by biting down on his plump, bottom lip. He gave a slight shocked expression before smiling widely and blushing. “One quickie and off to practice, okay?”
After biting on Taehyung’s lip, he smiled seductively while leaning down and pressing multiple,slow kisses to your jaw and neck. “Is this what you wanted from me baby?”
Jungkook could only blush and smile when you bit back on his lip, pressing his lips onto yours even harder and with more passion.
“Oh my, Jack, you should have seen it,” Bitty said. “I swear
they were counting down to the very second.” He held his phone against his ear
with his shoulder and took the pie crust from the fridge where it had been
chilling. “As soon as it hit midnight, Chowder and Caitlin were all over each
other, kissing like nobody’s business. I haven’t seen such a display since,
goodness, last Winter Screw. Only with less alcohol involved.”
Bitty laughed. “Yes, Lardo had the score cards all ready to
go. Perfect 10s from everyone but Holster, but I think that was because,” Bitty
stopped, looked around, then whispered, “Ransom and March were cuddling and
being cute on the couch right next to him.
“Hmm, what else? Oh! Nursey and Dex were holding hands all
day. Dex’s face was all pink and he was glaring something fierce, but that boy
would not let go of Nursey’s hand for love nor money. Nursey was just as
pleased as punch. He forgot all about being ‘chill’ for almost a whole hour.”
Holster walked into the kitchen carrying a cellophane-wrapped
basket. “Special delivery,” he sang. “From your sugar daddy, Bitty.”
“You hush, Holster. Sweetheart, you didn’t have to send me
anything. You know I’m coming up this weekend.” Bitty unwrapped the basket and
began to take out the contents. “Apples… is this a fruit basket? Butter, flour…
Jack Zimmerman, did you send me a pie baking basket?”
Holster groaned. “Here we go.”
Bitty looked Holster dead in the eye and said into his
phone, “Jack honey, you are the sweetest, most thoughtful, loveliest boyfriend
I could hope for. I wish you were here with me right now so I could give you a
big ol’ kiss. Thank you so much.”
Holster shook his head and turned to leave.
Bitty raised his voice. “And I wish your butt was here, too,
so I could give it a big ol’ squeeze.”
“Enjoy this while you can,” Holster said from the hallway.
“The Valentine’s Day fine amnesty ends in a few hours, and tomorrow it’s double
fines for all PDA and pet names so we can snap up all that sweet discount
chocolate. Tell Jack to send his wallet; we both know you won’t be able to
knock it off with the pet names and I need to stock up on Reese’s peanut butter
“Oh, ha ha. We aren’t that bad,” Bitty called after him.
“And you hush too, Mr. Zimmermann.” He sighed. “I really do wish you were here.
I sure am looking forward to seeing you this weekend.
“Well, you know if it was up to me, we’d talk for hours, but
if you have to go… Anyway, I was in the middle of baking a pie before I got all
distracted, so I’ll let you go. See you soon, honey. Love you, good bye.”
Bitty hung up his phone and got back to work on his pie. He
was just pulling it out of the oven when there a knock on the front door. Someone
answered it and there was a round of enthusiastic greetings – obviously somebody
they knew. He didn’t think anything more of it until someone stepped through
the kitchen door.
Bitty spun around. “Jack? What on earth?”
Jack walked over to him and took him in his arms. “It’s
Valentine’s Day. I wanted to see you.”
Bitty pulled him down into a deep kiss. “I’m so happy to see
you sweetheart, but you didn’t have to come all this way. I mean, with your
schedule… And you sent me that adorable basket…”
“I didn’t want to miss fine amnesty,” Jack said and Bitty
had to kiss him again.
Prompt #12 (“Hi. Can you pretend to be my husband for two minutes, please?”)
Spencer was walking towards his favorite coffee shop. A nice day off could only get better with a tall cup of his favorite caffeinated beverage.
He considered today to be a fairly normal day for him. That is until a young woman, you, ran into him.
You looked panicked and he instantly flew into FBI mode.
“Are you alright?” he asked, looking around for what might have you so nervous.
You looked up at him, then your face lit up.
“Hi. Can you pretend to be my husband for two minutes, please?” you asked quickly.
Spencer looked at you confused, but found himself nodding his consent.
You quickly looped your arm through his and dragged him into a bakery. Spencer looked around to try and assess if there was a threat.
“Here he is.” you grinned and gestured to him with you free hand.
The older woman behind the counter smiled, “So you are Y/N’s husband to be. Mr….”
“Spencer Reid.” he introduced himself, waving instead of shaking her hand. Germs. No thanks.
“Mr. Reid. So glad to hear about your upcoming nuptials. Here are your free cake samples.” she handed him a rather large cake box, “I cannot wait to hear back from you. Congratulations.”
Spencer nodded, “Yes. Uh… Th-thank you!”
“We should get going, honey.” his kidnapper smiled sweetly, “We have lunch with my parents.”
“Oh. Right. We should get going.” he nodded to the woman behind the counter and followed you out the door, carrying the cake box.
Once you were safely outside, you turned to face him, “Thank you so much. My friend had this stupid idea, but when I showed up-” you started rambling, but he cut you off.
“Did I just help you get free cake?” Spencer asked, looking down at the box he was holding.
You nodded, “Yeah. Thanks for that. Let me buy you a coffee?”
Spencer looked at you, then the cake box in his hand. Weirder things can happen.
“Sure, I was walking to the cafe a few blocks down.” he agreed, “Maybe you could fill me in on what just happened?”
You laughed and looped your arm through his again, walking down the street.
“So, your name is Spencer Reid?” you asked after a few minutes of silence.
“Dr. Spencer Reid. And you?” he opened the door to the cafe for you.
“Just Y/N L/N.”
After ordering your coffees to go and finding a bench at the park across the street, you came clean.
“So, my friend told me that if you called that bakery to tell them you were getting married, they would give you free samples. She said that she lied once to get free cake. She said it would be no problem. So, I decided to try it. Well, when I got there, the woman said that I needed my fiance to be with me when I picked it up. I panicked and told her he was right outside. Then I found you.” you shrugged.
Spencer threw his head back and laughed, “Who would try that, then encourage it?”
You shook your head, embarrassed, “That is the last time I listen to Penny.”
“Penny?” Spencer asked, a curious look in his eye.
“My friend, Penelope. It was her idea.” you sipped your coffee.
“Garcia?” Spencer raised an eyebrow, the odds were incredible.
“Yeah. How did you know that?” you looked at him shocked.
“I work with her at the BAU!” he exclaimed.
That sent both of you into fit of laughter. Life could be hilarious at times. When you both calmed down, you looked over at him.
“Well, I was supposed to share this with Penny, but would you like to come over instead?” your cheeks flushed.
“Of course. I should probably have a say in what cake we serve at our wedding.” He grinned teasingly.
Summary: The reader didn’t see Jeffs death coming, she thought it was his fault until she listened to the tenth tape.
Warnings: angst, language, suicide, death, car accidents, talk of drinking and driving, flashbacks
Authors Note: The flashbacks are in Italics, the present is in a normal font. I listened to this song while writing.
You don’t know when you stopped caring but you knew it was sometime that night after you got the call. It hit you so suddenly, like a slap in the face.
You inwardly groaned for the tenth time tonight. Instead of being at Jessica Davis’ party, like everyone else was, you were stuck at some family dinner. You couldn’t shake off this weird feeling you had, though. It was the first party of Junior year, it was supposed to be a life changer. But who’s life would it change?
There was this girl, Hannah Baker. You didn’t know her very well but she seemed nice enough. Every friend, or acquaintance, you’ve ever seen her with, the relationship doesn’t usually last long. It was weird to notice these things but everyone noticed it, right?
One thing everyone did notice, her new hairstyle. You had seen the pictures on Instagram that everyone was posting and you spotted her in the background. That was almost an hour ago, you put down your phone and haven’t picked it up since.
Maybe her life would change? New hairstyle, new… personality? You didn’t know what but something was off.
“Excuse me, I have to use the restroom.” Discreetly tucking your phone in your dress pocket, you stood up.
Your mom passed her conversation with your aunt and waved you off. “Go on, honey, but hurry back. Your aunt and I are discussing colleges.”
Colleges. You always laughed at that. They were discussing colleges for you without your consent. Like it didn’t matter where you wanted to go, it just mattered where they wanted you to go.
Well no, it doesn’t work like that. You don’t have a say in where or when you want someone to go. They just go and disappear, gone, just like that, out of your life forever.
His phone probably died. Yeah, that was the case, your idiot boyfriend, Jeff Atkins, always leaving the house with a low battery. But he promised that he’d call when he got home, and he didn’t call yet. So that means he wasn’t home yet, right?
Even if he wasn’t, he should be on his way there now but he’s not answering his phone. You don’t know if that’s a good thing or not, you want to make sure he’s okay but you don’t want him to get in an accident because you were calling his phone.
“Hurry up in there!” You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sudden interruption from your thoughts. Shaking your head, you flushed the unused toilet and opened the pipe.
“A fucking classy restaurant like this and they can’t even afford a public restroom with stalls… I’m coming!”
The door shut closed and you tried to refocus your eyes but they were filled with tears. Your mom has just visited again, the conversation between you two has been the same these past few weeks.
‘Are you okay, honey’ which really means 'You’re not over that yet?’
'I’m fine, mom’ which really meant 'No, I’m not okay. I fucking loved him.’
“Hello?!” You nearly dropped your phone when you heard it ring.
“Y/N, it’s Clay.” Clay? Was he okay, did he need a ride home from the party?
He was rambling on about something and you couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying. “Clay-ok, Clay, calm down. What’s wrong, do you need help or-” Clay was at the party with Jeff. What if something happened with Jeff and that’s why he’s calling you?
“-Is it Jeff? Is he okay, did he drink too much?”
You heard heavy breathing over the phone instead of a response and you called his name again. “Just… come to the corner of Tanglewood and Bay Street, it’s urgent.”
“Clay,” Your voice came out more urgent and harsh now. “Tell me what happened.”
There was a moment of silence and you swore you heard ambulance sirens in the background. “Clay?!”
“I-it’s Jeff, he was in an accident.”
You remember being mad that day. He said he wouldn’t drink too much and that he would make it home safe. He promised. But he broke his promise and you’ve been mad at him ever since. You were mad at him for leaving you.
Clay said it wasn’t his fault and he knew that now, whatever that meant. You didn’t believe him until he shoved this shoe box in your hand. He was muttering something about how he shouldn’t be showing this to you and you responded with 'then why are you.’
He looked you straight in the eye that afternoon and said, “Because you need to know the truth.”
Clays sweater did nothing to provide you warmth and you took it off immediately. The ambulance and the police, who were currently questioning Clay, were all here.
The only thing that wasn’t here was the stop sign that you had stopped by so many times. You found it odd but didn’t say anything about it, you couldn’t say anything at all.
Everything felt numb, your feet, your hands, your cheeks. It was almost fall and it was getting chillier but the cold wasn’t the problem. After your call with Clay, you drove to where he told you, going over speed limits and almost getting into an accident yourself.
You had hoped that he was joking and that was just some cruel joke. But who would joke about something like that? No one would, no one should joke about something like that.
And, fuck, you just wanted to hear his voice again. You wanted to hear him tell you 'It’s okay, Y/N, I’ll be good at the party. I’ll only have like two beers’. You wanted to get that call from him late at night saying that he’s home and safe.
But it was too late for that now, they already put him in a body bag.
Is this a joke? This can’t be real. Hannah Baker is dead!
That’s what you yelled at Clay the next time you saw him. Why would he give you this, the tapes, to listen to? He asked which tape you listened up to, completely ignoring your question, and you scoffed in disbelief.
You only reached up to Tape 1 before you turned it off. He gently placed the box in your hands, from when you threw it at him, and told you to listen to Tape 10.
“Clay, what does this have to do with Jeff?” All you got for a response was 'you’ll see’. Clay had definitely changed since Jeffs death and you were worried about him. Along with a few other students, he was acting weird.
Maybe it was because of these tapes?
Nevertheless, you reluctantly put Tape 10 in the Walkman and pressed play.
You hated it. All this attention you were getting as you walked the halls. All the 'I’m sorry for your lost’ that you were being thrown your way.
You didn’t need anyone’s sympathy.
On your way to your locker, you saw that girl, Hannah Baker, and Clay fighting. Well, you wouldn’t call it fighting, more like arguing, but they both looked upset. Hannah was crying, but why? She didn’t even know him.
“Ms. Y/L/N,” Mr. Porter was suddenly by your side and you nearly jumped out of your skin.
“Uh, yes Mr. Porter?”
He uncomfortably scratched his stubble, he was nervous. “I know that Jeff was your boyfriend and you’re probably hurting right now. Trust me, I know how you feel-” No you don’t “-I lost someone I cared about too-” Everyone loses someone they care about, what’s your point “-and I know-” Once again, you don’t know anything, Mr. Porter “-that you’re in a time of need right now-” I need Jeff Atkins, that’s what I need “-so you’re more than welcome to come to my office, if you want.”
You let a dry chuckle escape your lips before closing your locker. “Thanks, but no thanks.”
Then you walked away.
You walked and walked until you were finally where you wanted to be. The corner of Tanglewood and Bay Street. They had put up a new stop sign, one that wasn’t made out of wood, one that couldn’t be knocked down as easily as the old one was.
One that wouldn’t be knocked down as easily as Sheri fucking Holland knocked down the old one. Sheri Holland killed your boyfriend, it was all her fault. Hannah Baker was there too but you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at a dead girl. Besides, she did call 911 about it, even though it was too late.
You were beyond outraged. You talked to Sheri more than once after Jeffs passing and she knew what she did. You finally knew the truth now, thanks to those tapes.
You hated yourself for blaming Jeff for what happened that night. It wasn’t his fault and you knew that now.
You were 'beyond outraged’ for about a minute. It’s like you didn’t even care anymore to confront her about it or to do something. You practically dragged yourself here, but you had something important to do.
Walking to the middle of the road, you sat down on the concrete for a few minutes before laying down completely. This was the exact spot where Jeffs car was that night, you had it memorized in your head and you didn’t know if that was healthy or not.
You looked up at the cloudy sky, it was November now, and a few leaves made its way into your line of sight.
It was then you realized what your excuse was for not being mad at Hannah. I couldn’t bring myself to be mad at a dead girl. But you were mad at Jeff for something that wasn’t even his fault.
A car made itself known from a distance, the driver honked repeatedly but you didn’t move. You didn’t care if you got run over, you didn’t care about anything anymore. Your eyes stayed concentrated on the clouds above despite the tears that spilled over onto your cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Jeff. I blamed you for something that wasn’t your fault, for something you had no control over. You didn’t deserve it and I’m sorry.”
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader (ft. Luna, Ginny, and Zabini)
A/N: So I was ahead in requests for a few days… not so much now, as Tumblr posted a drabble early yesterday <_< This was a request from anon for 2. One of your eyes is the same color as your soulmate’s. Enjoy!
You stared into the mirror. Two mismatched eyes stared back. Your own, a nice Y/E/C color, and your soulmate’s, a calm blue-gray. There was a knock on the door, and you quickly smoothed your robes, turning to answer.
“Are you ready to go, honey?” Your mom asked.
Numbly, you nodded. You still couldn’t believe you were leaving Ilvermorny, where you had gone to learn magic for four years, to go to Hogwarts. Both were fine schools, but you were lost as to why your parents would decide to up and move halfway through your magical education. The day seemed to pass as if you were in a dream. Your first stop: platform nine and three quarters, where you would board the train to Hogwarts. Second stop: the train itself. You had sat with a rather odd girl named Luna Lovegood, who was entering her fourth year, and a redhead named Ginny Weasley, who had six older brothers. You noticed one of her eyes was a particularly vivid shade of green.
They were both going into their fourth year, and were fascinated with your stories from Ilvermorny - especially the way first years were sorted. You had been chosen by both the Thunderbird and the Horned Serpent. You had chosen Thunderbird, often called the house of adventurers, but had no idea what house that would mean for you at Hogwarts.
“Gryffindor, maybe?” Ginny asked. “They’re the brave ones. Or Ravenclaw - they’re the smart, creative ones.”
“You’re a Gryffindor, right?” You asked her. Ginny nodded.
“I’m a Ravenclaw,” Luna stated. “Say, do they have any Crumple-Horned Snorkacks in America?”
viktor, pretending not to be able to open a jam jar: yuuri, will my strong husband please come help me?
yuuri, trying not to laugh, coming over and opening it while kissing viktor on the cheek: here you go honey
viktor, gushing while wrapping his arms around yuuri: i love my strong, kind, wonderful husband
what if MC have met Seven before, but he was on a mission doing crossdressing? love eveything you write, babe <3
Countdown to the Cake : 9
Ugh… these heels are killing him! Seven
stretches his legs a little in the bathroom of the club, moving his toes to
give them a little air after being trapped inside this shoe for almost 3 hours
now. How do girls handle this?
To be honest, he didn’t really need to wear
heels, maybe not even a dress. Who knows? Maybe his target would like a tomboy
girl? Who happens to be a boy? And this boy happens to be a secret gent ready
to seduce the guy in order to get some information about that new government project?
Yeah, the outfit wasn’t really important, but… he looked so damn fine on it.
He checks himself in the mirror once more,
running his fingers through the silky hair of the brunette wig. Hum, maybe it’s
time to touch up this lipstick.
You walk into the bathroom. You were almost
scared that douchy guy would follow you even inside the ladies’ bathroom, but
he didn’t. At least he wasn’t that douchy, but still… he held your arm before
you entered. You made such an effort to get rid of him you ended up losing a
little of your balance and bumped in this girl.
“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry! I…” you look at her,
she’s… beautiful, even with her lipstick all smudged, probably by you when you
accidentally pushed her.
“It’s fine.” It wasn’t fine, he couldn’t waste
time cleaning himself, time was running, his boss expected that information in
2 hours, tops.
“Oh, look at you, I… here, let me help you.”
You picked some wipes of your purse.
“Why do you carry wipes with you?” is his voice
“Hm? Oh, these are to keep my face dry. I have
super oily skin!” do you? It looks really fine to him, especially looking this
“Well, they say people with oily skin have
“Oh, with this much oil I’ll look in my 20s
till I’m 80!” you two laugh, he was good at girl talking!
He feels a little shiver going down his legs
when your wipe reaches his lower lip, your nails brushing lightly to his chin.
Whoa, your focused eyes are really beautiful… and your mouth… looks really
beautiful with this pink lipstick, it’s a nice color that goes great with your
skin tone. Who cares it’s oily? It looks so smooth…
“Done!” you say, crumbling the wipe and
throwing in the trash can. “You can put your lipstick again, I won’t bump into
“Can… can you help me? I think I’m a little
tipsy…” he giggles. “Shouldn’t have drank all those margaritas.”
“Ugh, been there, girl. Once I mixed mojitos
with vodka and woke up in the public library’s bathroom!” you laugh, maybe you
are the one a little tipsy here? If he leans a little closer, maybe he can
smell some alcohol… no, but he can’t do that, you are already too close!
He hands you his lipstick and you carefully
contour the borders. Another shiver as he stares at your eyes. So, so
You grab his chin to hold him in place, he
feels an electric wave dancing through his whole body. What’s wrong with him?
“Here you go, honey.” You touch his arm and
bring him to the mirror, he can’t help smiling, it looks better than if he did
“It looks so good, thank you… honey.”
“You’re welcome! I gotta say, this color is
amazing! Where did you get?”
“Oh, I got in one of my trips to Thailand, they
have really cool make up products, there’s also this nail polish brand that…”
why can’t he shut up? Is it because you’re looking at him with so much
attention? Or is it because for the very first time he wants to be heard?
“Anyway, I… I… like lipsticks that accentuate my eye color…”
“Oh yeah, your eyes are beautiful…” what are
you saying? Your eyes are beautiful! You are beautiful! And so nice… and funny…
and sweet… gahhh! His phone! It’s vibrating, indicating it’s time to move!
“I… gotta go! My… boyfriend is waiting for
me…what about yours?” uh, Seven! So smooth, trying to find if you’re taken…
even though he can’t do nothing with this information.
“Ugh… that guy outside? No, he’s not my
boyfriend! We dated for a while, but now he won’t leave me alone! Guys… they
always say we get attached too easy, but when you say you just want a fling,
they immediately turn into this clingy mess! I can’t stand!”
“Yeah, men are… psss, the worst! Good for you
trying to get flings, though.”
“Well, you never know, maybe I’ll have flings
for the rest of my life, or maybe I’ll fall in love for one of them, or… I
don’t know, maybe I can bump into my soulmate in some random place… it’s cool,
right? The way life and people can surprise you?”
“Yes, it really is…” uh oh, his voice was a
little low now, almost like he forgot his character because his truly self
agreed to you. You giggle as you stare at his face.
“I’m sorry, I guess I’m a little drunk too. Go
get your man, girl!”
“Yes, I’m going… nice to meet you!”
“You too!” as he opens the door, you notice he
left his lipstick with you. “Hey, uhm… your lipstick!”
“Keep it! It will look better on you.” He blows
a kiss in the air for you and leaves.
Was she hitting on you? Well, you’re flattered,
she’s really nice and cute.
Seven feels his heartbeat almost in his throat,
what was that? How is it possible feeling so embarrassed, yet so comfortable
around someone? He felt cold and hot at the same time,
And though it’s time to keep it serious and go
after that guy, he can’t stop smiling as he remembers your voice, your eyes,
your sweet smile, and your words… if only he could have caught a name…
No! What is he thinking? He wouldn’t be able to
do anything, just imagine if his boss finds out he interacted with someone
during one of his undercover missions, if they found out your name too and went
after you… someone so innocent and nice…
Your words… “it’s cool, right? The way life and
people can surprise you.” You probably didn’t even know you were talking about
yourself, the brightest surprise he had in…years? And this was about him as
well, if you found out the girl in the bathroom was a depressive secret agent,
what would you do?
Yeah… it would be a surprise, but not the good
kind. So it’s time to reset, agent 707, forget that girl… he probably will
never see you again, anyway…