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#also bad guy x good girl trope is like such a classic
willowser · 2 years
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edit to add: it's because of this incredible fanart that i got this brainworm
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no bc i need to talk about this, like i'm NOT DONE like bakugou as your next door neighbor !! since you were a child !! and it's a nice neighborhood and his parents seem well adjusted and have clean-cut professional jobs and hold dinner parties with your parents and they're always bringing something delicious for the neighborhood new year's get together.
BUT THEIR SON IS A LITTLE HELLION. the kid that had a mohawk in middle school and made fun of you for not using cuss words until you were like 13. and he's not a bad kid, bc he still is at the top of all his classes and never breaks the law or anything -- but he comes to school after his 16th birthday with a piercing through the middle of his lip and the clothes he wears are black and baggy and he drives an old beat up, cherry red shelby mustang and you're pretty sure he got the tattoo on his forearm before he was 18.
and your dad is like. absolutely not. don't even look at that boy. can't even be caught dead with him.
you've been neighbors for almost your entire life, but it's not like you're really friends. hung out together when there was no one else and your dad was too busy talking about the upcoming season for fishing and golfing to notice. your mom doesn't mind so much bc he's really not terrible, just a wicked little brat, and the week he started playing the drums, nobody in a five mile radius got any sleep. still blares music with open windows and turns it up even louder when you wave at him from across the lawn to shut up.
at graduation, he accepts his diploma -- summa cum laude, of course, the little shit -- and almost gets kicked off stage for sticking his tongue out in the picture. wears all this smudged liner under his eyes and gels his hair out at a million different angles. bc he's the WORST. and your parents try to throw a combined graduation party bc it's easier to plan, but of course bakugou could care less. doesn't even show up until the very end, after most of everyone is gone. counts all the money from the congrats grad! cards he got and then tells you,
"'m gettin' the fuck out of here after this."
you don't think he means the party.
"hate this shit," he grumbles, and you're surprised that he's even talking to you. in his backyard, in front of the beautifully built fire pit for those cold fall nights. it's still hot in june, but he lit it out of spite, bc he doesn't mind the heat. "never gonna be like these fuckin' losers, worried about what everyone else thinks of me 'n shit. oh the HOA will be upset if we decorate the lawn with skeletons, fuck you."
it makes you laugh--he kind of always does, with how crass he can be--and he looks at you, sitting in the wicker chair beside him. he looks like he's glowing in the fire light, liner looking even darker with the shadows on his face. he's traded the stud in his lip for a little hoop in his septum, another in his eyebrow almost hidden in his hair.
"know your ass is gonna stick around here," he says it like an accusation, frowning. "gonna fuckin'--look for some prince charming, tuxedo mask douchebag. shack up and buy a house in the hills or somethin'."
"maybe," you shrug, earning a scoff from him. now that high school is over, the future seems so--open ended. you thought you'd be prepared by now, after all that your parents have tried to instill in you since elementary school, but. you don't know. maybe you don't want to go to law school. "or maybe i'll--join a rock band. dye my hair pink and split my tongue, or something."
you stick your tongue out for emphasis and he watches you closely, sticking his own out in response. when you laugh again, he shuffles in his seat and looks away.
"whatever." bakugou snorts, "you don't know the first thing about bein' in a band. i'd have to teach you everything."
"oh, you think you could?"
"hell yeah," he grins, wicked, all sharp teeth and sin. "learn from the fuckin' master."
"oh my god," you roll your eyes, but smile at him anyway. his eyes dart down to the curve of your lips, the apple of your cheeks, and then he's looking away again. speaking into the fire instead.
"i mean i guess i could, if you wanted, or whatever." the only fully painted fingernail remaining on his left hand is his pinky, and he picks at with interest. "if you--wanna come with me, not like i give a shit."
you try to picture it, you and him. katsuki. in the passenger seat of his car with nothing but clothes in a backpack, money stuffed in your pockets. wherever he's going--you don't even know--but it couldn't be too bad, with him. stopping in a motel when the driving gets old, buying snacks to feed him so he doesn't have to take his eyes off the road. he could be there when you get your first tattoo, and even though he'd make fun of you no matter what you choose, you don't think there's anyone else you would want there but him.
"when are we leaving?" you ask it to the sky, open and unending. dark and dazzling just like him.
from the corner of your eye, you can see him look at you for a long time before he snorts again, soft. disappointed, almost, because he knows it could never be. your fate has already been sealed, molded, starting from the day you moved in next door, and no matter how much you'd love to throw caution to the wind and follow him--it's just a dream.
"first thing tomorrow," he murmurs, and your heart thumps harder in your chest. so violent that it hurts. when you look at him, his face is turned up to the sky, too. "don't be late."
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Every thing i read in Febubary
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I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game
The MC of this novel is so fucking silly cause who tf names their kid Ash 'Born hater' Everblack? Like i'm being for real right now, his mom literally called him her 'little hater'. Love that
So, a Korean gamer who was streaming about this old strategy game on hardmode where if you fail once the game resets. The guy got isekaied the moment he finished the game on stream and right in the middle of the battle field too, tough luck hater.
Before we go more in depth about this story I would recommend that you read the novel version, the manhwa seems a little tacky and i've seen alot of readers complain that the manhwa makes everything look cheaper.
So, one of reasons why it made on to my reading list is because it was recommended by my guy friends who has great taste for this kinda genre. It drew him in because it used actual strategies that he would also use in his game instead of throwing around random lingo in hopes to cater to gamers. Like every battle was truly suspenseful and the author isn't afraid to show that every victory requires a sacrifice. Also I've seen people praise the character development of this novel, everyone starts out a little stereotypical and annoying but they get their own story arcs to shine.
Another thing i like is that this story is about the fight against the end of the world. Like i know alot of stories with that kind of premise but rarely do i ever feel the urgencey as strongly as i do with this story. The last stand against a sea of monsters waiting to consume the world and the young prince who's tasked with the question of remaining human or turning into a monster to save his world. I love me some classical fantasy
Anyways, it has 500+ translated chapters and it's all free. Go read it now.
The problematic prince
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If i'm being honest here i can think of at least 10 more manhwa crown princes who are even more problematic than the ML, especially that guy from the abandoned empress, yeah fuck you blueberry head.
So the story premise is the typical bad boy x good girl story trope. Our prince Bjorn keeps getting pestered by his ex wife whom he doesn't want contact with and our FL is being sold off to the highest bidder in society, shinnaigans happen and so the are married. That's the very shorten version of the plot
First thing that i noticed, the vibes. It gave off so much Edwardian, turn of the century energy that i adore. From the costuming to the city streets and the interactions between common people. Love it.
The author seems to have been blessed with amazing writing skills because oh my god did the writing style made me swoon. Erna, our FL, can be classified as one of those soft girl heroines but i feel like she's more than that. She knew what she had to do to keep her loved ones safe and always strived for better, she's not a cunning villainess nor a simpering coward. Erna never settled and kept enduring and trying new ways to connect with others around her even when she's being labelled as a home wrecker.
Also the nobilities and medias reaction to their marriage was incredibly realistic, i see alot of manhwas with rags to riches stories or men marrying women with horrendus reputations but never mention how powerful the influence of the peoples opinions. Here you can see that Bjorn and Erna's relationship, while rocky still holds strong, it seemed like they are truly in love and happy with their choices. Yet media still condemns her as a witch, a slut and a disgrace towards the royal family. It even lead to a attempt on Ernas life. Which shows you how easily the public can be whipped into a frenzy just because of a narritive that she is other woman.
The spirit queen
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If i even find the author of this manhwa i would like to make out with them and have their babies, cause this kind of genious deserves to be preserved.
Do you want a story with proper drama? Do you want something that actually keeps it's momentum and doesn't half ass shit half way through? Do you want themes about power and how it turns people into the worse version of themselves? Well look no further. The spirit queen has your back
Another thing that i loved about this story was it's sympathy towards the working class. The servants in this aren't the stereotypical happy go lucky loyal maids that you see in manhwas, they also aren't evil back stabbing people either. They know that their lives are worthless when it comes to the upper classes so they do all that they can to survive and to protect their loved ones. And i respect that as hell, even if it made them do less than savory things.
Also i recently learned that the author, Tutu-nim, wrote and drew this manhwa on their own. A true girlboss
Run away with me, girl
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Remember all those times you said that you can be a better husband for the FL? Well this is a lesbian romance based on that premise.
It's a bittersweet romance story about two girls who were high school friends meeting each other after 10 years. Maki, who is till doing her graduate courses while living with her mom and lamenting her loneliness, while Midori is engaged and pregnant and living that perfect, normal life she wanted. Of course everything is not as it seems, and that's what the author wanted to explore in the coming chapters of the story
It's a short read, about 16? 17? chapters. But the author manages to do so much in that short amount of time. Every character felt so real and complicated. At first when you see Midori and the way that she treated Maki after their reunion, it's not hard to come to the conclusion that Midori is just playing around with Makis feelings. Especially with the way that she flirts and then reminds Maki of her engagement to her boyfriend.
This manga has the most realistic, hut wrenching potrayals of abuse, love and hate i've seen in a while. And if i'm being honest there is a high chance i would do the same if i was stuck in their situation.
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aoshihugs · 2 years
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anon requested:
bllk 11 enemies to lovers
⤿ ‘x reader’ hcs, part 1 / part 2 / part 3
⤿ characters: karasu, otoya, yukimiya, nagi, isagi
⤿ warnings: swearing
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⊹ karasu tabito
❥ cannot stand people looking down on him! he already thinks he’s mediocre at best, and acts all high and mighty to deflect from those thoughts
❥ is so easy to be “enemies” with tbh, you could give him the stink eye once and he’s already stalking towards you with a scowl and a “hey! whatcha think yer lookin’ at, hah??”
❥ super confrontational, prepare yourself for shouting matches anytime he sees you
❥ the issue here is that he also insults and annoys people as a way of flirting because he has no game, so everyone around you all thinks this is some weird flirty couple behavior
❥ while you two may harbor actual ill intent, everyone else is like “get a room for fuck’s sake 🙄”
❥ dude has NO real relationship experience so when people start to talk about yall, he quickly defensively denies. but internally, gears start shifting and thoughts start thinking and-
❥ “the hell am i thinking?? they’re annoying, why would i ever like them? we don’t act like a couple… do we?”
❥ oh he’s down bad. definitely likes you before you like him. it’s so obvious too lmaooo he starts to blush whenever you poke or shove him, and stutters when trying to make comebacks
❥ but absolutely will not confess. you have to pry it out of him, good luck with that!
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⊹ otoya eita
❥ call 👏 this 👏 fuckboy 👏 out 👏
❥ the easiest way to get under his skin is to comment on his dating habits; but at least he gets some! where’s your fanclub, hm?
❥ it would be the classic “playboy falls for the one person that he can’t have” trope
❥ your aversion to his behavior is what makes him interested in you in he first place, and he’d start to flirt with you, nag at you, follow you around (not in a stalker way!! just in school or smth), and start shit-talking anyone that comes up to you with romantic intentions
❥ inevitably, he spends less time trying to get with girls and more time learning about you, to the point where he knows more about your personality and your hobbies and your favorite foods and the classes you hate and- wait a minute.
❥ immediately recognizes these budding feelings for you because guess what? he doesn’t feel them for just anyone!
❥ he doesn’t date to find a lasting partner, so none of his flings are as captivating and thought-consuming as you
❥ doesn’t know how to get you to believe him, so he holds off and instead opts to be a bit nicer, cut off other ties, and spend more time with you outside of school
❥ i hope you’re aware enough to pick up on this and have a heartfelt conversation with him, otherwise you’re gonna have to go through the “shitty teen romance movie” route and have some huge overdramatic misunderstanding and heartbreak before yall get together
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⊹ yukimiya kenyu
❥ epitome of “you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid” from yukki’s end
❥ he’s irritatingly smug towards you; always acting like he knows something you don’t; always smiling to let you know how unbothered he is by your efforts to piss him off
❥ he’s practically already flirting with you, which may infuriate you further, but may also just leave you frustratingly flustered
❥ the type to go out of his way to greet you with a “well, if it isn’t my favorite person! 🤭😇” fake ass mf
❥ you fall for him/confess first lmao there’s no chance of him letting you know his weaknesses; it’s not that he harbors any real hatred towards you, he’s simply responding to your behavior
❥ definitely some obvious weird tension between you two, whether your relationship progresses to something more depends entirely on your willingness to set aside your ill will
❥ once your romantic relationship is established, he’s definitely the type to bring up your rivalry just to tease you
❥ *after making out* “hey remember when you hated me? funny how that worked out, huh?” shut up yukki
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⊹ nagi seishiro
❥ generally a chill guy, he totally understands that some people just aren’t gonne be his cup of tea
❥ however, if barou is any indication, nagi cannot stand uptight people that constantly nag at him
❥ his response to you completely depends on how aggressive you are; if you’re loud and confrontational, he matches your energy all the way. if you’re more of the judgmental type, he can be passive aggressive asf
❥ loudly scoffs and snorts when you say anything, obnoxiously rolls his eyes, fake yawns to interrupt your sentences
❥ you’d have to develop feelings first for this “to lovers” thing to go anywhere, because nagi is very stubborn and will not budge from his position until you make moves to change your relationship
❥ would notice your efforts, but still be suspicious: “what are they planning? i thought they hated me, what’s going on…”
❥ hard to win over; a private apology and truce would be the best way to get closer to him, since he won’t accept any offers to hang out and still acts annoyed when you talk to him in front of others
❥ then, with some time, he’ll be more open to spending time getting to know the real you (and actually letting you get a word in lol)
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⊹ isagi yoichi
❥ being enemies with him outside of the football field is going to be difficult, since he’d probably just try to avoid you if he knew you didn’t like him
❥ to make him dislike you, you’d have to compare him to other players and point out his weaknesses
❥ he’d try to not let your words get to him, but it’s hard when he’s trying to be the best striker and you’re constantly criticizing him
❥ would spend more time actively trying to impress you while he’s on the field by pushing himself to get into that flow state and maximizing all of his efforts into making smart plays
❥ would accidentally make eye contact with you too many times while he’s doing that though, since he’s thinking about all of your negative comments about his playstyle
❥ confident and competitive isagi is hot though lmao i doubt you could still hate him after all his efforts to improve himself
❥ if you slip up and he catches you staring at him when he’s doing well, he might grin to himself, a bit smug that he caught you being impressed
❥ has no prior relationship experience, so he wouldn’t know how to approach you after that. at best, he might ask you if you think he’s been improving. depending on your answer, it might lead to some competitive but borderline flirty banter
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After Hours
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↳ Armitage Summer Splash, Nr.9 Trope: Coffee Shop Prompt: "You've never cared about me. Only yourself" RA Character: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader, Modern AU Warnings: None Word Count: 2.1k A/N: Well, I don't know what this is, all I know is that I was rushing and I was excited. I've not written for him before at all, so go easy on me. I'm very insecure about this piece, but here it is. Hope it will be somewhat enjoyable. And also, thank you so much @i-did-not-mean-to for encouraging me and believing in me. Love you tons!
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Why you had agreed to this disaster in the making, you couldn’t tell, but when the dark-haired bundle of muscle and unruly gruff finally arrived – an hour late as per usual – you realised it no longer mattered.
It wasn’t surprising either when you caught yourself sporting a self-indulgent look of smugness while watching the star quarterback stroll past the group of cheerleaders and otherwise swooning girls that stalked his every move with dreamy eyes and wishful sighs – made even better by the fact that Thorin appeared to be completely oblivious to it all – as he made his way towards the counter where you were waiting for him. You had to admit, it felt good being the sole reason for his being there. Not to mention, it would give them all something to talk about, even if they didn’t know the full story as to why Thorin kept meeting you at the café where you worked at precisely – a good hour later – 5pm every day.
Having long decided that you weren’t going to be one of those girls, you quickly replaced your smug grin with a slightly annoyed expression, after all – he was late.
“Hey,” Thorin greeted you with his usual half-smile, half-smirk, otherwise known as the lady charmer, that was fool-proof and bound to work on any female in the near vicinity. Except for you, that is.
“You’re late again, Thorin,” you offered him an unimpressed look while reaching for a clean mug to fill it with freshly pressed coffee. No milk and two sugars; you could thank your lucky stars that he wasn’t one of those coffee-snobs who somehow always managed to make complete fools out of themselves by using words they barely knew or understood and subjecting themselves to trendy drinks they’d otherwise find repulsive. No, Thorin was into the classics.
“Yeah, sorry about that. Coach wanted to talk after practice,” he sighed, a formless shadow descending upon his sun-kissed features, making him appear somewhat thoughtful, regretful even.
“Bad news?” you asked as you placed the steaming hot cup of coffee in front of his now sulking frame.
Although football wasn’t necessarily the one thing Thorin was most passionate about, he still enjoyed it, and judging by the looks of him now, something must have gone wrong. It couldn’t have been that bad though, he was too good to be taken off the team or even benched for the season for whatever reasons, so it had to be something else. A healthy rivalry among teammates gone too far? Early practice drills when normally half the town would still be snoozing?
“I’ve been offered varsity captain,” Thorin mumbled while avoiding meeting your questioning gaze.
Varsity captain was a huge deal, the kind that often came with scholarships and Ivy League Schools. While Thorin wasn’t interested in becoming the new poster boy for Princeton, he was in sore need of those scholarships. His foster parents had been good to him, but they lacked the funds to lend Thorin a helping hand in terms of college tuition.
“And that’s bad?” you raised an eyebrow, not understanding why he was acting as if someone had just told him his entire life was over when in fact it was getting brighter by the minute.
Slowly, almost begrudgingly, Thorin met your gaze. He looked very serious and almost mournful, the complete opposite of how a guy should look like after being offered varsity captain.
“Means I’ll have no time for music,” he said at last, his dark eyes watching and waiting for your reaction. Music had been the reason behind you starting to meet at your workplace after school to begin with, naturally Thorin thought you wouldn’t be too thrilled about his latest accomplishment on the football field when he had spent the better half of the first semester trying to talk you into mentoring him, after which you had warned him that he wouldn’t be able to do both things at once. Or do them well, for that matter.
Your heart sank against your will once you realized where he was going with this. You had known better than to ever dream that he’d pick music – you – over football if it ever came down to it. As passionate as Thorin was about music, he found himself pressured to lead the kind of life that was expected of him, and no one expected or even suspected him of being interested in music, let alone humbly dreaming of making a life out of it.
But what broke your heart even more was the devastating realization that he wasn’t even going to try and make it work, hence the guilty gleam in his brown eyes. He was going to sacrifice one for the other, just like any other sane and rational – impulsive and stupid – teenage boy would do, never mind the consequences or whose feelings might get hurt in the process.
“You’re unbelievable,” you breathed out while slowly shaking your head, a part of you still refusing to believe the madness he was knowingly subjecting himself to. His best years wasted and spent on doing something that would leave a bleeding hole in his heart.
“You don’t get it,” Thorin insisted, hoping that he’d be able to make you see things his way, or at least try and make you respect his decision however moronic you might think it to be.
“I’m pretty sure I do. You’re about to throw everything that you worked so hard for away at the slightest inconvenience. Instead of trying and putting effort into both things, you choose the easy way out by ditching one for the other,” you felt you couldn’t control yourself, the hurt had taken you by surprise and just like any smart girl, you knew the best defense was a very good offense.
“And what pisses me off the most is you don’t even love football!”
You hadn’t realized you were shouting until it was already too late. Half the café had heard you and would soon be tweeting about how Thorin Oakenshield, the best quarterback Erebor High had seen in decades, turned out to be blasphemous about the very thing that would secure his golden ticket out of their sorry excuse of a town.
Not only had you embarrassed Thorin – who looked positively taken aback by your sudden surge of fiery temper – in front of half the Pep Squad and other patrons, but you had also humiliated yourself at the place you worked and would probably continue to work long after Thorin had gone away for college. Provided your superiors would see fit to forgive you this little – horrific – incident.
“Look, I’m sorry, really I am,” Thorin tried to take your hand in his, but you moved yours away before he could reach it.
“Sorry? For wasting my time? For having me foolishly believe in you?” you demanded as you felt yourself surrender to another eruption of blind rage, caused by the bitter and foul betrayal of your so-called friend. Thankfully, you could restrain yourself enough to keep your voice down.
“You’ve never really cared about music or making it work. You’ve never cared about me. Only yourself,” your uttered words embodied the heartbreaking realization that made your stomach hurt, a heavy fist gripping your insides and pulling them whichever way was possible. What a little fool you had been after all, falling for his charm and empty platitudes, thinking he had been sincere when you should have known better.
You were worse than a walking and singing cliché.
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You had expected there to be ‘I’m sorry’ texts and a couple of missed calls, maybe even a groveling voicemail or two. But there had been none of that. Nothing.
As days went by, you were suddenly faced with the harsh reality of how your life would look like without Thorin Oakenshield. The morning shift no longer rushed by, fueled by your excitement to see your friend – crush – and your afternoons were spent in deafening solitude, no longer filled with the hearty laughs of the dark-haired boy who dreamed of becoming a musician.
His sheet music laid untouched on your desk, devoid of his nearly undecipherable scribbles and remarks. The sweet and thoughtful notes remained a dark ink on white paper, unable to be heard and loved.
Had it really been your right to be this harsh with him, or had it been your wounded pride and heart that had lashed out irrationally without a single regard for the consequences of your petulant outburst. Who were you to tell him how he should or shouldn’t live his life when all you had ever done was mess up your own? How despicable you were for calling him selfish, how rich it must have sounded – the kettle calling the pot black.
With a sigh that spoke volumes of your inner disgust towards yourself, you closed the book and let it slip from your hands and onto your lap. Your eyes drifted to your cellphone, right there on your nightstand where you had left it after your previous debate of whether you should bite the bullet and call Thorin first.
What would you say anyway? I’m sorry for being a bitch? For being such a girl about it – that alone was enough to make you shiver in subtle loathing – when we both know it makes sense for you to see it through as varsity captain. I’m sorry for having thought there could be more between us? None of them sounded right, yet all of them were the truth.
 Were you scared? Ashamed? Worried that you might have lost the best thing to ever dare venture into the dumpster fire that was your life? Devastated because maybe you had already fallen for him and now there was no hope left?
All of the above.
Just as you had decided to take a break from your own personal pity-party and see if the next chapter of your book would manage to restore your will to live, the screen of your cell lit up with a picture of Thorin.
Reassuring yourself that a heart skipping a beat or two was not life threatening, you threw aside your book and reached for the cellphone.
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The café was deserted, all the blinds had been lowered and drawn, and the majority of the lights were off save for the one directly above where Thorin was sitting on one of the barstools with his hand-me-down guitar on his lap. His expression was stone hard and unreadable when he motioned with his hand for you to take a seat at the table closest to him.
Confused as you were, but not about to disobey and ruin any luck of moving past your argument, you stiffly led yourself to your ordained seat while your eyes remained peeled on Thorin who held your gaze until he was certain you weren’t going to get up and storm out. Again.
A few nervous heartbeats later, he began to play his guitar, filling the dark and desolate café with a beautiful melody. It wasn’t one you had heard before and you had listened to them all which made you suspect that this one must be new and composed entirely without your help and expert guidance. It sounded lovely even as it bore faint hints of sadness and regret - that could have easily just been wishful thinking on your part.
And then Thorin Oakenshield began to sing. The usual gruff and edginess were replaced by a deep soft velvety voice that got the hairs on your arms rising in awe and a swarm of spring butterflies burst free from their timeless cocoons. His voice was filled with love and longing as he told the story of the girl with the beautiful gift, one she had tried to share with a silly boy who hadn’t been ready for her yet.
Fighting the tears that were beginning to sting your eyes was pointless, how could you resist when Thorin sang about the girl with the gentle soul and burning heart, whose love was a great vast ocean, so deep and wild; whose courage was an endless blue sky for as far as the eye could see; whose temper was a hot and bright blaze, wicked in its untamed ways. And how all the silly boy could do was try his best to keep up and not drown and pray that one day the girl might take pity on him and forgive him his ignorant ways, for despite his less than admirable actions, his heart too was longing and burning for hers.
 Hot tears of gratitude and relief trickled down your cheeks, your heart undeniably touched by his creative apology and thoughtful gesture, one that had ultimately left you speechless and fluttery, and wanting for more.
More songs, more love, more nights like this one and more of Thorin Oakenshield and that angelic voice he possessed.
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taegularities · 9 months
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I think for favourite trope, I am such a sucker for jock x nerd or bad guy x good girl. And theres something about college au, I just always seem to go for it (maybe cause I miss my college life 🥺) And I think enemies to lovers is such a classic. And werewolves too (with the whole mates concept, it's just *chef's kiss*)
although I do think great writing can do justice to any trope out there. Which is what I try to look for mostly. I also love unhappy endings, just cause they're so realistic, especially if the story demands (I'd be weeping yet be awe of this literary masterpiece)
For tropes I dislike, I just don't get the yandere concept or hybrid animal thing or those hard dom concepts. (sorry if there are any people who love this, I just don't get it)
oh, i understand why you like and dislike the tropes you named, but what i wanna emphasise is the 'great writing can do justice to any trope out there' bit. i actually love that mindset a lot? and you're so right. like, there are certainly tropes and genres that i think i wouldn't read, but if executed well, it could just turn out to be the best piece out there. love that, tysm for sharing your opinion !! <3
what are your favourite and least favourite genres/tropes?
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ch4tk4t · 4 months
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⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ graphic violence ⚠️Trigger Warning ⚠️
Comics Fangirl n°3 - Rated X
This review is about "X-force volume 1-issue 116/2001"
Plot by Peter Milligan
Art by Mike and Laura Allred
What's up my muties?
I remember it like it was yesterday. I read this article in the french version of Wizard magazine, deep in my first fangirl phase. It was centered on the events of X-force issue 116, and my prepubescent teen mind took note of the sex and violence seemingly center stage in this soft relaunch.
Years went by, and I stopped reading comics for a time, up until recently, when nostalgia brought me back. After catching up on most of the main X-titles, I recalled this Wizard article. Mind you, I'm less of a angsty edgelord, but I was still curious.
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The story starts from the point of view of Axel Cluney, also known as "Zeitgeist" as he recalls his recurring nightmare. In it, he remembers the first time his mutant powers manifested, which resulted in his girlfriend at the time getting disfigured.
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Axel is a celebrity now, the leader of a brand new X-force, whose name was decided on because the original team was too busy saving the world to actually copyright their title, the silly gooses!
They're a highly sponsored, televised, and commercialy driven team, packed with angsty, vain, and egotistical mutant celebrities. Edith Sawyer, also known as "U-go girl", the team's teleporter, is on performance enhancing drugs, there's frequent infighting, and the team just lost a team-mate. The replacement, Tike Alicar, the "Anarchist", does nothing to ease the already existing tension in the team.
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Not only that, but it seems the polls are saying the public interest for the team is declining. But the team's publicist has just the thing to boost their public image. Classic "good guys against bad guys" action.
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He sends them to take care of a ongoing hostage situation involving "Boys R us", a famous boysband. At first, all is well, the team even seems like it's getting along okay. But in his mind, Axel is still that traumatized kid, angry at the world. As he looks down at his admirers, he feels nothing but contempt.
He doesn't see the attack chopper coming.
Trigger Warning ⚠️ the following two images depict very graphic violence ⚠️Trigger Warning
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As the dust settles, Axel realizes he finally remembers the girl from his dream's name. Perhaps now, he'll stop dreaming about her every night...
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This issue ends on this gruesome note, with the hostages, the terrorists, along with most of the team, in pieces.
⚠️ End of Trigger Warning ⚠️
So that's volume 116 of X-force (soon to be X-statix). Needless to say, if you can't handle graphic violence, you're not going to have a very good time. The world depicted by the series seems a little darker than the rest of the Marvel universe, but also sometimes very human and down to earth. The serie's main topic is fame in general, and most specifically in regards to minorities. It pulls no punches, but it also takes time to humanize his characters. It tackles issues like race, sexuality, and later on even gender identity with a bluntness that sometimes hits hard. It faces head on diverse "superhero tropes" and sometimes subverts them, always in thought-provoking ways.
When it came out, the series struggled to sell much, and was canceled. It gathered quite the cult following since, mostly because it sticks out, with it's strong themes and amazing writting, along with Mike and Laura's GORGEOUS art.
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Doop, the team's camera"man" has since made cameos in other X-titles, along with a miniseries in the early 2010s. There was also a Dead Girl miniseries before the team's relaunch in 2019. So if this seems enticing, you have a bunch of issues to look forward to. Remember to pirate this if you can, so your money doesn't help fund a genocide.
I give this issue a Doop/10
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That's it for today's review. Talk to you soon, true believers.
Fangirl out.
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hugmetightlyx · 2 years
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iconic duo
pairing: platonic!Yelena Belova x fem!reader
posted on March 19th, 2022.
@midnightefflorescence asked:
Xero, sorry to bother you but I need some platonic! Yelena Belova x fem reader where they Bully/Bother the Avengers and just be an iconic duo
note from xe: you could never bother me!! can you tell that found family is my favorite trope? also, this is a little more pranky than bullyish, I hope you don't mind. I had way too much fun writing this lol, thank you so much for this request!
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summary: In the world where the age of Ultron wasn't nearly as bad (meaning Piet is very alive and very well) and Wanda killed Thanos before he got the chance to hurt anybody else, Yelena and Y/n are partners in crime.aqqqqqqqqqq
word count: 0.8k
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Every family has the classic trouble maker kid that gave every other member of the family a more lighthearted version of hell.
And for the Avengers family, that trouble maker would have been doubled the moment Yelena set foot in the compound.
Natasha had thought it would be good for her sister to come and stay with the rest of the Avengers (and some honorary ones) after she had finished helping the last of the women from the red room. And it did.
Everyone else though, yikes.
It started when Yelena had witnessed Y/n bribe Pietro to go put a shit ton of magnets on Bucky’s arm, just to see if it would stick. And when they did, Y/n and Yelena got to watch with great joy as the silver-haired speedster ran around the compound in an attempt to get away from the super-soldier.
The second time was when the two girls had found out just how heavy of a sleeper Loki really was and they had ended up putting his hair in pigtails and then endlessly teasing him about it the entire day.
But they officially became the iconic duo that they are now when Y/n asked Bruce a shit ton of questions about the chemicals he was using to distract him while Yelena switched some of the vials.
Tony’s eyebrows took a month to grow back.
When Peter Parker was introduced to the avengers the girls immediately began treating him as one of them, giving him the nickname of “spidey boy” purely to get the satisfaction of seeing Peter having to correct them. And he did, every single time.
And although the two liked to tease the younger avengers, nothing was as good as fucking with the OG 6.
Clint was made one of the only targets whenever he was at the compound considering he had been retired and only came every few weeks to visit.
One time Yelena and Y/n stayed up until 4 in the morning carefully gluing every arrow Clint had brought with him together.
He didn’t notice until after he had gone home, there were a few angry voice mails after that.
Steve was an easy target because of his age and let’s be real the guy isn’t nearly as caught up as he probably should be and the duo takes full advantage of that.
“Hey, old man, let me help you with those groceries, wouldn’t want you to take on more than you can handle,”
“Y/n, I’m a super soldier-”
“Shhhh, Steve Rogers, let us help you, please, this cannot be good for your back”
Simple shit like that got the best reactions, especially if it was in front of people.
Steve would let out a grumbled “Sam, it wasn’t that funny,”
Meanwhile, Sam is damn near cackling on the floor while Wanda watches with a fond expression as the two girls continue to antagonize the poor old man.
Oh, you thought just because Nat is an ex-assassin and Yelena’s sister that meant she was exempt from this? Oh, baby, think again.
Steve may be the easiest to fuck with but Nat was the funniest.
She also never let any of the little stunts get her too angry because at the end of the day they were all pretty harmless and never had any malicious intent behind them.
But the two girls were well aware that Nat was also the most dangerous to fuck with so they kept those stunts pretty minimal.
That is if you think that putting post-it notes on literally every inch of her room is minimal.
To keep Nat out of her room they had told Pietro and Peter that it was her birthday, causing the boys to panic and plan a day full of activities for the woman who was like a second mother to them both.
Oh boy, the look on their faces when they found out they were accomplices to the prank.
Needless to say, the two boys were both pretty cautious when listening to Y/n and Yelena and always went to one of the older avengers to get confirmation before listening to the duo.
Of all the Avengers, Thor, Sam, and Wanda were the three that were pretty much left alone (besides that one time they put Nair in Thor's shampoo bottle).
Thor’s reactions weren’t too fun, he was always just confused by the end of it. Sam was always willing to help and not snitch when he knew of a prank as long as they left him out of the outcome. And Wanda, well, she can read minds.
Bruce was also pretty much untouched, seeing as they didn’t want to risk him hulking out.
Everyone else though. They were free rein.
At the end of the day, the little (or big) family couldn’t stand the thought of not living with those stupid little pranks, even Vision.
It was almost endearing to watch the two bond over them and the laughs from the others helped keep everything lighthearted.
Frankly, they’d all be a little concerned if they hadn’t filled the empty oat milk box with water just to see how Bucky would react to it once he poured it into his bowl.
The Avengers couldn’t imagine a world without their iconic duo.
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jeonqqin · 4 years
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man up. [m] | pt. 1
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h. jisung x reader | netflix teen rom-com au
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— ❝Even with classes, annoying brothers, and an unrequited crush, you still figured your first year of college was going pretty well. Until you managed to get your first boyfriend, and suddenly your brother and his stupidly attractive best friend were attached to your hip for the whole damn ride.
or alternatively;
Why did Jisung care about you so much, and had his eyes always been that pretty?❞
WORD COUNT: 4.8k
CONTAINS: brothers best friend au, teen rom-com au, sorta crack fic, love triangle au, college au
WARNING: language, eventual smut, minho is a little bitch
A/N: I pulled little tropes from pretty much every Netflix teen rom-com so if you see those little allusions then that’s why,, also I hope you all don’t mind that I made this into a series!
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CHAPTERS:  01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 +
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blog masterlist | ⟲ fic song
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© jeonqqin 2020
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Your eyes blurred over the words that were held out in front of you, every page harder to remember than the last. 
It was your fault you were in the library studying during lunch period. You were the one that decided to procrastinate after all. But you also had no idea what was going to be on the exam in your statistics class. How could you start studying when you had no idea what you were meant to be studying? At least, that was your genius excuse for not touching your statistics book all week.
Resting your head on your hand, your eyes briefly wandered off of your book and directly up into a pair of pretty brown ones. They were already looking at you; gaze intense and flirty. It had you quickly looking back down at your book on instinct, this time without the intention of actually reading anything. 
No way. 
The boy sitting directly across from you was cute—no doubt about that. It was hard to disregard just how pretty he was with his classic big brown eyes and flat brown hair. At least, you couldn’t ignore him when he was clearly looking at you. Peeking up to make sure you weren’t seeing things, you caught his gaze again. And as his lip quirked up, you knew it wasn’t just a coincidence—he was deliberately looking at you. A childish giddiness flooded your stomach at the realization. 
He smiled at you; charming and sweet. 
“Do you know anything about political science?”
It took you a second to process what he asked, but you eventually shook your head with a smile. “D’you know anything about the statistics exam next Wednesday?”
He shrugged playfully. “Not a clue.”
“Well, it looks like we’re in the same boat then.”
“Utterly screwed by the school system?”
Snorting loudly, you instantly received an unhappy glare from the librarian and a followed up hush. An apology was on the tip of your tongue, but with the newfound fear of making another noise, you opted to send her a timid wave. Neither you nor the cute stranger moved until she returned to her book. But then he was slinking over and taking the seat beside you. 
You could’ve squealed—imagine being such a teenage girl that you were so ecstatic to sit next to a cute guy. You were practically bouncing in your seat. 
“At least I know that there’s someone else who can understand my worries,” he whispered, turning in his chair to face you completely. 
You scoffed, eyeing the librarian for a moment before blinking back at the boy in front of you. 
“Yeah right. You could ask the entire student body and they would all reply in one collective groan.” 
“You’re not wrong there.” He hummed. “Thanks for not making me feel like a complete loser for procrastinating.”
“Oh, you’re still a loser for procrastinating,” you said, attempting to hold back your smile as he looked at you with a raised brow. “You’re just not the only one now.”
He made a playful noise of anguish, nodding his head with a silent laugh. “Ouch. That hurts coming from a mystery girl.”
You shrugged coyly, letting him take that as your answer before you leaned back against your palm. 
“Maybe,” he paused for a moment, glancing around to the occupied librarian and continuing, “After classes, we could go out for coffee. Y’know—to get better acquainted. Unless you wanted me to keep calling you ‘mystery girl’.”
You pretended to weigh your options in your head, eyes flicking up towards the ceiling and an uncontrollable smile slipping onto your lips. 
You were getting asked out. And every possible thing was going right; he was cute, he was witty, there was a connection, there were no interruptions—
“Are you free at six?”
Your mouth opened to reply a quick “yes”, but suddenly there were a set of hands landing firmly on your shoulders and you could feel the familiar brush of soft hair against your cheek. 
“No sir, she is not free.” 
The subtly stern voice of your brother replied, and the color of the stranger's face in front of you went pale as his eyes darted between you and the intruder beside you. “But thanks for asking.”
“Sorry, Minho—man, I didn’t know she was your girlfriend. I swear.” Came the panicked reply. 
You winced, expression going sour as the apologies flew out of the boy’s mouth at a rapid pace. 
“Sister.” Minho corrected, a sickeningly sweet smile plastered on his face that read disaster. 
And then after a few more unsettling glares and passive-aggressive comments from your older brother, the guy was gone, his head lowered to his chest. You had seen worse. There had been many more that happened to end in bruises and a visit from campus security, so a little humiliation wasn’t so terrible. 
But fucking hell—there goes another one. 
“You need to stop doing that,” you said, swiping all your books into your bag as your brother watched the poor soul leave the library with satisfaction. 
Minho scoffed. “What? Weeding out the losers that run at a little sign of conflict?” He tisked patronizingly. “Do you really want to be in a relationship with someone who pisses themselves because your brother was being a little protective? I’m not going to be here forever, and who will be the one to watch out for you then? Certainly not Mr. Are-You-Free-At-Six.”
A heavy sigh left your lips. You had heard his speech before and you had been infuriated. But after years of the same response and lecture, you grew numb to the feeling of anger towards your brother. 
“Who said I even needed protecting?”
“Me. I’m your big brother, I know what’s best for you.” He replied curtly, grabbing your bag from your shoulder and slinging it over his own. 
You scowled, following him as he charmingly waved at the librarian on your way out. She chuckled under her breath and fluttered her fingers towards Minho, absolutely no intention of even glancing at you. Minho was a very likable person. He had always been able to use his endless pool of charisma to get on anyone’s good side, and that had opened up many opportunities for him. 
Unfortunately, your brother had many sides to him, and one of them had manifested from his obsessive need to keep you away from any and all possible danger in life. That part of him was what had every guy running for the hills. 
You were a freshman in college, and every relationship you had was ruined, courtesy of your older brother. 
The two of you merged into the crowded halls filled with unrushed university students, several people greeting Minho with friendly gestures that you couldn’t keep up with. It was as if no one even saw you—you supposed that was also Minho’s fault.
“I have class now,” you huffed, tugging your bag from his shoulder and nearly making him stumble into a wall. “Okay? Am I allowed to continue my education, oh great brother of mine?”
Minho made a mocking face in your direction. “Haha. Very funny, young lady. Now don’t go seducing any more good-for-nothing’s while I’m gone. Got it?”
“I’m going to kill you one of these days.”
Minho snorted, spinning on his heel towards the direction of his own class. 
“And I’ll be waiting with open arms, little sister!”
“Eat shit, Minho!”
With a visible bounce in his step he disappeared behind the corner, supposedly heading to his next class, but you knew it was just a matter of time before he would get sidetracked and distracted along the way. He was always excited to see you around campus, seeing you—his baby sister—just made his day better. 
Generally, you found yourself smiling after a good interaction with your brother, but then he would go and pull the ‘protective brother’ card and suddenly you had the urge to rip his throat out. Minho knew you were growing up and pretty soon his intrusions wouldn’t be seen as just a nuisance, and they would turn into more of an invasion of your personal life. But you could see how much that realization hurt him, so you held back. 
You settled into your seat as one of the first people in the lecture hall, watching as your professor rubbed his eyes and set up the slides for the class. 
On your second day of class, your professor had snapped at one of the students for being late for his lecture, and it scared the shit out of you. The next day he apologized and used the excuse of being hungover and hungry, and it opened your eyes to the fact that you weren’t in high school anymore. You were surrounded by adults—careless and irresponsible adults, granted, but they were old enough to understand your professor’s woes. 
Still, you would never find yourself arriving late, just in case you caught him on one of his bad days. 
“Y/n,” 
The cheery voice startled you out of your stupor. 
“Good morning, my darling.”
Your eyes rolled back, though a smile still grew on your face. A fleeting thought ran through your head, you shouldn’t have been surprised, he did it every morning. You offered him a sparing glance as he stepped up to your seat, falling back into the uncomfortable chair beside you. 
“Hi, Jisung,” you chuckled as his arm swung around your shoulders. 
You decided to ignore the way the cut of his sleeves allowed you to get a glimpse of the muscle that was starting to form.
Han Jisung was your brother’s best friend, an annoying loud-mouth who was in too many of your classes for it to be a coincidence. He had been by Minho’s side for most of his life, and therefore, most of yours. And he flirted with you for as long as you could remember. 
Just as the majority of the students started to flood the hall, Jisung pulled an apple out of his bag, holding it out for you to take. 
“I noticed that you hadn’t gone to lunch with Felix today, and I figured since you’re looking berry cute today—” He grabbed your hand, placing the fruit into your palm. “Sorry. I didn't have any lines for apples.”
And the pickup lines—the many, many pickup lines.
“Really? Nothing?” You asked.
His head shook, eyes coy. 
You aided him, shaking the apple in front of his face, “You’re the apple of my eye?”
“Ah…” He nodded in realization, seemingly bummed for not thinking of that one before. But then suddenly a smirk flickered over his features and he was pinching your cheek, “I knew you were in love with me.”
You turned away from his grabbing hand, fighting back the urge to roll your eyes. His talent was finding a way to flirt with you, and at times you had wondered how he was so good at it. 
Practice made perfect, you guessed. 
You smiled. “Uh-huh.”
If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he was in love with you—
“Hyunae told me to start eating more fruit, so she threw the apple into my bag when I wasn’t looking.”
—but Han Jisung had a girlfriend, and she was so much more than you could ever be. 
Not that you cared at all. 
“So you two are doing well?” You asked, feigning interest as you reached into your bag and pulled out your laptop. Maybe if you were stealthy enough you would be able to sneak in some studying while your professor went on about how traffic signs affected climate change—or whatever it was that he was talking about that week. 
No wonder why you had no idea what you were doing.
Jisung hummed, leaning back in his seat. “Yeah. She’s still bossy, but that’s just Hyunae.” 
“I heard she got into quite the discussion with Hyunjin this morning.”
You were swinging pretty low, but you weren’t the biggest fan of Hyunae to begin with, so there was a small part of you that enjoyed picking at the scabs she left behind. 
Okay, there was a pretty big part of you. 
“Don’t remind me,” he grunted. “One day their fights will end with murder. And it’ll be me who is found dead.” 
“Next time they get into an argument just slip away and let campus security deal with the mess. Let the bitches be bitches.” 
Your suggestion was in the form of a joke, but really, you meant every word. 
Hyunae easily rivaled Hyunjin’s bitchiness, and in your group of friends, that statement had weight to it. Not just anyone could argue with Hyunjin and step away unscathed, but she managed to do so just about every day. You would’ve been impressed had she ever shown you any kindness, but she hated you from day one. You were only returning the favor by rooting for Hyunjin until he somehow figured out how to kill someone with his words. 
He had come close before, so you kept your fingers crossed.
“Well that bitch is a goddess in bed,” Jisung snickered, his voice just loud enough for you to hear. “And frankly it’s hot when someone’s bossy during sex—”
“Are we talking about Hyunae or Hyunjin now?”
Jisung laughed sarcastically, throwing a sneer your way. “Bravo. You want a medal for the joke of the year?”
“Nah, I have plenty of better jokes that imply that you like boys.” You absentmindedly glanced back towards your professor as he began the lecture, his voice as uninterested as your gaze. “Though I have yet to make one about your secret relationship with my brother.”
Jisung nodded with fake enthusiasm and said, “That’s nice but I’m not listening to you anymore.”
“The girls on campus would pay big bucks for that sex tape.”
“Shut up before I throw up on you.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you didn’t like me.” You pouted half-assed, typing notes that you would never use solely because their only purpose was to make it seem like you cared. Though by the look of it, the professor probably gave less of a shit than you anyway. 
Jisung’s teasing and inappropriate comments hardly bothered you anymore, especially since you knew how to counter them with your own. 
“I don’t even know why I’m here,” he mused, though you both knew the reason why he was taking the class was because he needed the credits and the teacher didn’t care if you botched all of your tests as long as the final was double-spaced and had your name at the top. 
“Because I’m your favorite.” You whispered, lifting your pointer finger to your lips. “And don’t worry, I won’t tell Minho.”
“As if. Get your head out of your ass.” 
“Duly noted.”
You loved Jisung.
You loved him in the same way you loved your brother; you didn’t want to love him, but for whatever twisted reason, the universe made it so. Too bad you didn’t think of Jisung as a brother—the game of life was cruel that way. It sucked that he was such a good… everything. Han Jisung was a good friend, a good boyfriend, and annoyingly one of the best people you had ever met. 
Not that you would ever admit that to him and risk his head inflating to the size of Felix’s stuffed animal collection. 
Dammit, you really didn’t want to love that moron. 
Maybe you could get away with being in like with him instead.
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“Y/n!”
Your head swiveled, just barely catching a flash of ridiculous purple hair before a hold on your wrist was stopping you mid-stride. 
“Owie,” was what came out of your mouth, your gaze set into a glare at your aggressor.
Though, Felix wasn’t fazed by your scowl. He was too excited—or pissed, it was hard to tell—about whatever he wanted to tell you. But knowing him, his news probably had something to do with the meme he posted on Twitter that morning—you did see it, and no, you weren’t very impressed. You expected better than the overused picture of the woman yelling at that cat at the dinner table. Caption be damned, that meme wasn’t even good anymore. 
Felix was followed by his shorter but considerably stronger lackey. Without even looking at him you already knew Changbin’s biceps were popping under the black shirt he wore, the whole aesthetic making him look way more intimidating than he was. 
“Where were you?” Felix asked, smacking your arm hard enough to gain your attention. “You didn’t meet us for lunch.”
“Maybe because I don’t appreciate your abuse.” 
“Haha. Seriously,” he griped, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why’d you ditch me?”
You had been friends with Felix for who knows how long, but you would never get used to how needy the boy was. You and your brother sure grabbed a couple of good ones. 
“I had to study.” You admitted with a huff, though you already knew your excuse wouldn’t be enough for Felix. 
“Okay, one—you never do that.” He countered before flashing you a look. “And two—liar.”
You set your gaze on Changbin for some support, but the boy simply avoided your eyes as his way of saying “you’re on your own here”.
You turned back to Felix with a groan. Changbin never helped you ever, the bastard. 
“Lix I have a dumb test in statistics next week and for whatever reason, all I can remember right now is that the SREB3 gene in zebrafish can cure cancer or something.”
“That has nothing to do with statistics—”
“And is also very wrong. Are you even paying attention in biology?” Changbin asked, his face scrunched up in a mix of confusion and disgust. 
You motioned to Changbin to prove your point. “Hence the reason why I was in the library.”
Felix suddenly tilted his head back and did that thing where he looked like he was trying to convince himself that living was worth it. 
He sighed. “Okay, I’m calling Seungmin—”
At his words, you all but shrieked, a hand swatting Felix’s shoulder instinctively.
Seungmin was a friend of Hyunjin’s, which indirectly made him a friend of yours. But the relationship between the two of you could only be classified as rocky considering he felt the need to tell you just how much he wanted to, and you quote, “throw a rock at your head”. Ironically enough, the feeling was mutual. 
But you would never say that to his face because that would most likely lead him to complete the task.
“You promised to never do that to me again!” You cried, throwing yourself against Felix’s boney shoulder. 
This time was Felix’s turn to look at Changbin and search for help, but he was met with the same passive reaction as you had received. Honestly, you didn’t know why anyone tried anymore. 
“He’s not that bad, Y/n.”
You gaped, disbelieving of your friend’s words. “You can’t be serious. He’s the devil! He preys on the weak, and then spits out their bones, Felix.”
“He tutored you once and you got a ninety-eight on your exam.”
“After hours of torture and anguish.” 
Felix gave you an unsympathetic look before plucking his phone from Changbin’s back pocket, “I’m calling him.”
With a glare, you folded your arms over your chest. “Remember this moment the next time you ask me to revise your Tinder bio.” 
“Joke’s on you. Changbin gives better advice and he doesn’t laugh at me.”
You snorted despite yourself. 
But before Felix could lift the phone to his ear, Changbin’s began to ring obnoxiously in his pocket, and you were ready to bow and praise whichever deity in the sky that decided to bless you with such luck. 
And like a child, you stuck out your tongue. 
“What’s up?” Changbin hummed, turning away from the two of you. “Did you get all of your stuff in the apartment yet…?”
Changbin and Minho were roommates and had been since Changbin was a freshman. The two worked well together in the sense that they were both loud as hell and could (and hopefully never will) sleep through a stampede of elephants in their living room. 
Felix slipped his phone into his pocket, unabashedly listening to the conversation just as you were. 
“They must’ve finally found someone interested in moving in.”
They had always talked about renting with someone else, but along with being the worst people to live with, the duo was picky as hell. Pigs would fly and snowballs would be living in hell the moment they let someone else move in with them. 
“Okay, but is Minho going to let you turn the office into a recording room?”
You froze, a remark on the tip of your tongue. 
Changbin was talking on the phone about recording—an activity that you knew for a fact that only two people in your life had ever taken part in—and moving into Minho and Changbin’s shared apartment. 
Now, you weren’t the brightest crayon in the box but connecting all the dots wasn’t too difficult. 
“Are you crazy?” 
Not only was the idea of Jisung moving into Minho’s apartment a terrible one, but it would also compromise the only place you could relax in peace. Your dorm was hell (for reasons you didn’t want to relive) and you weren’t allowed anywhere near the boys' dorm. You were currently on the RA’s shit-list ever since the misunderstanding that went down last semester—
Bad timing for a room check one night when you, Felix, and Hyunjin were in a compromising position.
If Jisung moved in with Minho, you would then be spending more time with him, and all the hard work you spent on keeping your distance would’ve been for nothing. You’d probably see his monster of a girlfriend around regularly as well, and you didn’t want to witness any of that in your lifetime. 
Time to welcome the snowballs to hell, because that was where you were headed. 
Hoisting your bag over your shoulder, you positioned yourself to run.
“Lix, I’m sorry but I have to go beat some sense into my brother! Maybe we can talk to Seungmin on a day when I feel like dying from blunt force trauma.”
You didn’t bother to wait for the yelling as you took off through the quad. 
The wind slapped you in the face the moment you were away from the cover of the university buildings, and you were suddenly second-guessing the escapade. Though, you simply chalked your reluctance up to laziness and continued forward. Minho’s apartment wasn’t far from the university, and after his little stunt in the library, you were looking forward to kicking his ass in the privacy of his home. 
You pulled your spare key from your bag as you finally approached the complex, eager to get away from the nipping wind. Because fuck you for wearing a t-shirt in forty-degree weather.
Pushing the door open, you threw your bag inside recklessly, “Minho, you flat-faced asshole. You tell me right now that Jisung isn’t your new—” 
But you screeched to a stop as your eyes locked onto someone who definitely wasn’t Minho. 
“Roommate.” 
You swallowed. 
A man with perfectly styled black hair and no sleeves on his shirt sat on your brother's couch, a pair of thick headphones covering his ears and a laptop resting on his thick thighs. His eyes darted up to meet your gaze as the door closed behind you, and a single brow raised as you stood in front him in a stupor. 
“Hello,” he pulled his headphones down to hang around his neck, cocking his head in amusement. “I am neither Minho nor Jisung, and I really hope I’m not a flat-faced asshole. Can I help you?” 
You floundered for a second, mouth open. “I mean—I was looking for my brother. Changbin was on the phone with their new roommate, and I just assumed…”
“You thought that Jisung was his new roommate?” He snickered, carefully placing his labeled laptop onto the couch and lifting to his feet. 
You were tempted to hang your head in shame and leave with your confidence shattered. But his attractive gaze was enough to convince you to stay put. 
“Unfortunately, yes.”
“Well,” the stranger’s expression softened, his hand reaching forward. “I’m Chan. Your brother’s new roommate.”
You gave his hand a quick glance before taking it. 
“I’m Y/n.”
“Nice to meet you.”
New roommate: not as terrible as you expected it to be. 
The more you looked at him, the more you wanted to tell him how beautiful he was. Though you would have to be delusional to actually admit that out loud to a complete stranger, it was surprisingly tempting. 
And… you were still holding his hand. 
“Oh, uh—sorry.”
Releasing his grip, you laughed awkwardly, feeling the heat rise up your face and engulf your ears. 
Damn your brother and his affinity for making friends with every gorgeous person that crossed his path. He was going to kill you eventually, between his protectiveness that shattered your social life and all his model-like friends that continued to claw their way into your heart. 
A pleasant beat of silence passed between the two of you while you both took a second to consider each other. Chan wasn’t your conventionally beautiful person like Hyunjin, nor was he completely rough around the edges like Changbin. His hair was a bit wild, possibly due to the lack of product, but it was combed through and hung around his eyes nicely. A stark contrast from the gelled and styled boy you had been infatuated with.
Your eyes fell onto the coffee table between you, neck growing warm as you realized your thoughts had drifted back to Jisung, even with such an attractive stranger standing right in front of you.
You shut your eyes, stilling yourself as you took in a deep breath.
“So…” you drawled, avoiding his amused gaze. “Recording, huh?”
That settled it, you were an idiot. 
Chan snorted out loud, finding your innocent question cute.
“I’m a producer.” Chan supplied, shifting closer to you in order to lean against the couch. “I haven’t been able to record my own songs for a while though. That’s why I’ve been trying to convince Minho to let me turn his office into a recording room. I have all the soundproof padding and everything, all I need is to guilt-trip him into letting me put it up.”
You nodded in understanding, glancing over towards the not so office that Minho was currently using as a storage room. 
If anyone was ever surprised by the number of bundles he had in his room, they would drop dead at the sight of what was behind that door. 
It was bundle hell. 
Your voice rang out, “That would probably take you all day on your own. It’s pretty disastrous in there.”
“Is there an implication there?” He snarked, mock question in his voice. 
“I help you clean, and you show me what you have on that little laptop of yours.”
Chan hummed, his eyes tracing over you and then over to his precious laptop resting off to the side. He had always been cautious about showing people his music, there were too many outcomes that he didn’t like thinking about. But you were looking at him with this excited little grin and he was finding it hard to say no. 
You were dangerous.
“I can get behind that deal,” Chan concluded. 
“Great,” you chirped without a second of hesitation. “Let’s go.”
But Chan’s strong grip stopped you as you attempted to pass and you couldn’t help but focus your eyes on the veins that ran up his bare arms. 
His eyebrow raised, amused. “We’re just going to barge in there and start cleaning?”
“Would you rather wait for the bundles to gain consciousness and invite us in?”
Chan couldn’t help but bark a laugh at your sarcasm. “Of course not. I just wanted to ask for Minho’s permission first—”
You paused him with the raise of your hand, “There’s one thing you will learn about my brother; he never says yes.”
Sensing a seriousness behind your tone, Chan nodded, suddenly open to all of your suggestions. 
“Lead the way then.” Chan encouraged, gesturing forward and releasing your arm. 
“My pleasure.”
But just as you were about to reach for the handle of the spare room, you remembered something—
The fact that you were a (stupid and unemployed) college student currently paying for a failing test grade in her statistics class.
You cursed under your breath, pausing in your stride long enough to prompt Chan’s questioning gaze, and damn it, it was adorable the way he cocked his head to the side. 
“Something wrong?” He asked. 
Your face twisted in thought, “Probably…”
“And…?”
You cleared your throat, finally pulling your eyes away from the chipping white paint of the door.
“Do you perhaps know anything about statistics?”
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babyboibucky · 3 years
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Stages - Part 1
Pairing: AU!Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1,072
Summary: Bucky slowly realizes that he wants to cross the line of friendship with you.
A/N: I started a new series and this is the result of listening to Lauv’s Feelings so y’all might want to listen to that. A good ‘ol classic friends to lovers trope...if they do end up together in the end lol
STAGES MASTERLIST || MAIN MASTERLIST
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ONE: REALIZATION
Bucky was sure that it was just platonic, his friendship with you. Being friends since your ugliest days back in college, it wasn't that hard not to keep it platonic. You sported the most hideous haircut back then, wore braces that made you spit on Bucky's face whenever the two of you argued and you cursed like a motherfucking sailor.
There wasn’t even a hint of sweetness in your entire personality. Bucky literally cried to you out of fear when he almost failed a major and you merely laughed at him, called him a pussy for getting emotional over something so trivial and bought him a bucket of beer to make him feel better.
"She's totally not girlfriend material." Bucky used to tell everyone and you always agreed without even feeling offended.
Why would you be anyway? Getting attracted to Bucky never crossed your mind even though he didn't seem to have that awkward teenager phase, that lucky bastard. He was already good-looking with his piercing blue eyes and boyish grin that made every girl in the university swoon. Sure, he had some baby fat back then but his goddamn charm was undeniable.
Too bad it never worked on you.
You’ve seen how Bucky flirted, heard his cheesy pick-up lines over and over again and they just made you cringe. You almost wanted to throw up when Bucky shamelessly engaged in phone sex while he hung out at your dorm. Thank god he didn’t whip his dick out and jerked off while you studied, he just groaned and cursed into the phone, talked dirty to whoever it was he was talking to and boy was Bucky terrible at it.
“You want me to fuck you with my 8-inch dick?” Bucky grunted into the phone as he laid on your bed.
You rolled your eyes and slammed your laptop shut, deciding to continue reviewing somewhere else. You left your dorm but not without grabbing Bucky’s phone, interrupting him in the middle of his disgusting sex talk.
“8-inch dick? More like 8 inches divided by 4. Good luck sucking his micropenis, sis.”
“You fucking, bitch!”
The both of you knew each other very well too, a tad bit too much at that. You knew each other's deepest darkest secrets like that one time in sophomore year when Bucky had food poisoning during a test and had to swallow back his vomit again and again until he finished the exam. Or when you went on a blind date for the first time, sharted, and braved through the entire day with shit in your underwear.
You also knew he wasn't one to settle down and all the times that he did commit, he always ended up breaking the poor girl's heart. Bucky was also aware of your trust issues given your family history. Having witnessed your parents fall out of love and into resentment, you refused to believe in relationships.
“I heard you rejected Tyler. He isn’t so bad you know?” Bucky asked as he sat next to you in the library.
“You know I don’t do relationships, Buck.” you told him, leaning your face against your palm as you flipped through the pages of your handouts.
“I heard you dumped Dot.” you asked back. “I thought she was the one. I mean, you sorta changed when you started dating her. Thought you stopped using your dick to think.”
Bucky shrugged, “I got bored of it.” he responded.
You snorted and turned to him, “Guys like you are the reason why I don’t do relationships.”
“Yeah well, girls like you are the reason why I don’t do commitment.” he snapped back. “You’re too cynical, I mean c’mon. Have fun, suck a dick without attachments.” he said out loud, earning a chorus of shushes from the other students engrossed in their books.
You rolled your eyes at Bucky in embarrassment and started gathering your things, preparing to leave the library.
“I already did.”
“What the fuck?! When and whose dick did you suck?!”
“Shush!!!!!”
It was pretty clear that romance was out of the books between the two of you.
Bucky was sure that it was just platonic, his friendship with you. Until he slowly began to realize that maybe, just maybe...you might be girlfriend material after all.
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As the years went by, Bucky started noticing the little changes in you in all aspects...and as a man, it was the physical changes that he started to notice first.
Sleepovers weren't unusual for the both of you, in fact, the both of you were comfortable letting each other stay the night at each other’s dorms. Junior year in college, Bucky decided to stay at your dorm to work on a project. You had just finished taking a bath when Bucky knocked on your door and almost choked on his own spit upon seeing you in a tight cami top and the tiniest pair of shorts.
It wasn’t really the first time you paraded around Bucky wearing such, but for some reason, he couldn’t get his eyes to look away from your chest that night because fuck, when did they get that perky? Bucky felt bad for sexualizing so he decided to go through your old pictures (you with the ugly-ass hair and braces) to rinse his brain and fortunately, it worked.
For a while, Bucky managed to ignore the physical changes you were going through. It didn't last long though, because right after graduation Bucky started to notice a lot of things about you. Your hair had grown longer and for some reason, Bucky found himself wanting to run his fingers through your locks. He loved the natural waves in your hair, sometimes he'd tug at them to annoy you but truth was, he just wanted an excuse to touch it.
You had your braces removed in senior year too but it wasn't until your graduation that Bucky noticed how it totally changed your smile. You were pretty insecure about your teeth and when you finally got them straightened out, you learned to smile more and with confidence. Bucky remembered your habit of covering your mouth with your hands whenever you laughed so when he first saw you laugh freely, he thought you looked the most beautiful.
Were the changes in you that blatant for Bucky to start noticing them or was he just paying more attention to you?
Bucky didn't know why. At least, not yet.
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Times I Have A Very Abstract Understanding of the “Human Condition”:
-anytime Bohemian Rhapsody is played in public
-random eye contact
-randomly hearing your favorite song
-the specific look girls give each other when a guy is on Some Bullshit™️
-after concerts when you’re all just walking in the street outside the venue and you’re just buzzing
-reading classic writing and still understanding what a character is feeling in a scene
-seeing someone with the shirt for a band you like
-reading someone else’s poetry
-someone smiling as you pass each other
-listening to other’s conversations
-showing other people your favorite music
-“x person would have been yz years old today” birthday posts (especially when the person has been dead longer than the poster has been alive
-watching a kid react to music you grew up with for the first time
-people watching
-walking someone somewhere as an excuse to hang out more
-someone helping with your hair/makeup
-walking in the rain with other people
-public transport with your friends
-your friend tucking your tag back into your shirt or else making sure you look good
-loaning someone a pen/pencil/stapler/etc
-when you’re hanging out in public and somehow end up “adopting” another member of the group
-people talking about things they’re passionate about
-seeing elderly couples
-hearing about where stories and beliefs overlap between religions
-randomly running into someone you haven’t seen in a while
-randomly throwing myself around my room in the middle of the night
-strangers complimenting your makeup
-“is this seat taken?”
-when the crowd at a concert is hitting around beach balls or balloons or whatever
-remembering a song you haven’t heard in a while
-conversations with the cashier at the record store
-finding annotations and doodles in secondhand books
-using secondhand things in general
-talking to friends online when they are all in different time zones
-laughing at a stranger’s joke
-catching references
-that’s scene in Much Ado About Nothing where Beatrice says “I’ll eat his heart in the marketplace”
-Rocky Horror Picture Show showings
-someone offering your a hair tie
-indie shops that feel like a movie set
-when you’re supposed to meet someone somewhere and you keep looking up when someone comes in to see if it’s them
-randomly getting complimented
-when the music is all the way up and you can’t hear anything else and you’re practically deepthroating the bass line
-when a song is in a different language and you still get the vibe
-hearing/making bad puns
-doing magick
-rituals
-traditions no one remembers the origins of but still do
-lovingly making fun of your friend’s typo
-accents
-“oh god I looked just like that in middle school”
-inside jokes
-small babies smiling at you
-parades
-when you see someone who looks cool and fall in love for a few minutes
-getting crushes
-seeing other people’s art
-trying to make sure there’s room for someone to sit next to you
-when you’re standing under that blue whale in the Museum of Natural History and you feel so small
-being in another person’s room
-seeing other people’s handwriting
-receiving/writing letters
-art about other artists
-reading book dedications
-what people drew/wrote on desks and walls and textbooks
-reading autobiographies
-oral histories
-having a song with another person you call “our song”
-“my/our (person)”
-singing nonsense songs
-talking to yourself
-folk tales
-dancing
-looking at the sky
-constellations
-finding shapes in clouds
-seeing a really old tree
-texting a friend cursed information you just learned so they also have to live with it
-learning what people mis-hear lyrics as
-finding someone’s comfort media
-stupid conversations
-mourning traditions
-handclap games
-jump rope rhymes
-writing tropes
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is-it-madness · 4 years
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Pastries and Pain
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A/N: This is for @fanfictionaries​ Classic Tropes Writing Challenge. Congrats on the 300 darling!!! 🥳🎉🥳 The prompt I chose was Fake Dating!AU with the charming Loki. And thank you to my darling beta @wowjeena​ I LOVE YOU 💜💜💜
Word Count: 6K+
Warnings: Mentions of abusive relationship, abuse, sexual innuendos
Pairing: Loki x reader
Summary: Nat and Wanda keep setting you up for dates. You need to figure out how to avoid them.
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“You did what?!” You glare angrily at Natasha and Wanda. 
They don’t even bother hiding their looks of amusement. 
“We set you up on a blind date,” Nat tells you with a smirk.
“You said you wouldn’t do that anymore!” Last year, after they discovered you hadn't been on a date since you broke up with your abusive ex a few years ago, they felt obligated to find you a suitable boyfriend. Blind date after blind date. The dates were all just okay. Nat and Wanda made sure not to let you go out with anyone creepy, which helped, but none of the dates sparked your interest. After a few weeks of repeated fails, you asked—no begged them to stop. They only agreed when you swore you would find your own partner.
“Honey,” Nat begins, “did you ever end up finding a date for yourself?”
You glare at her in response.
“You promised us you would! You didn’t and it’s been months,” Wanda scolds you.
“I’m just too busy to be emotionally invested in someone right now, okay?” At least that was true. What with helping out on missions and working in the lab, you were always exhausted by the end of the day. You never saw anyone anymore, besides your team, and sometimes you would even go days without seeing them. You would be holed up in the lab or out in the field—you just didn’t have time to throw your emotions into the mix.
“Well not tonight,” Nat says triumphantly.
“Tonight?!” you squeak.
They both give you a wicked smile and drag you back to Nat’s room to get you ready for the evening. 
You argue with your so-called friends about the date. You plead with them.
“I’ll find my own date, you guys! Just please don’t make me do this!”
Wanda laughs and shakes her head while Nat reprimands you.
“Are you seriously gonna stand him up? That is so not like you.”
You sigh. Nat is right. Of course. So you begrudgingly slip into the soft, dark green dress they laid out for you. The halter neck and deep V decolletage lead to the cinched waist showcasing your figure and the skirt reaching just above your knees. You put on some light makeup and pull your hair back into two cute buns with a few pieces framing your face. Nat and Wanda sit fussing over you, before they finally let you out of the room.
They walk you past the living room to the elevator, but you stop in your tracks when Tony calls your name. You turn to see the rest of the team lounging around. This is the first Friday in weeks where everyone’s at the Tower, not having to rush off to missions or save the world.
“Where are you guys going?” Tony asks. He gives you a double-take. “What’s with the dress?”
When he asks that, the rest of the team turns to look at you. You immediately feel the heat rising to your face.
“Nat and Wanda thought it would be a good idea if I went out for a bit,” you mumble.
“Did you two set her up for another date?” Steve questions them knowingly.
Nat smirks and Wanda nods happily.
“Well, you look wonderful,” Thor beams at you and you return the smile. “Would you not say so, brother?”
The God of Mischief sitting next to Thor gave you a once over.
He gives a single shoulder shrug and says, “Unsightly.”
You smile sweetly at him. “Oh, thank goodness! I was worried you were going to say I look as grotesque as you.”
“Alright boys, you can give your fashion critique later,” Nat says, putting a hand on your shoulder. “We have a date to get to.”
~~~
His name is Michael. He was very sweet, albeit nervous when the two of you sat down for dinner. You learn he works in the IT department for Stark Industries, he runs a hand through his short, brown hair when he’s nervous, and his deep blue eyes sparkle when he tells you about his interests.
“So, you’re part of the Avengers, right?” he asks, carding a hand through his locks.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” you tell him with a laugh.
“What made you decide to start dating again?”
You shake your head in amusement. “My friends are very convincing.”
The rest of the night goes along smoothly with the conversation stuttering only a few times. 
When he walks you to your car, he runs a hand through his hair before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. He tells you good night and hurries back to his car.
You sigh, slightly exasperated, before sliding into your car.
~~~
“So, how’d it go?”
You release your hair from its hold and it cascades around you. “It wasn’t bad. He was nice.”
Nat smiles. “So are you gonna see him again?”
You contemplate her question. Were you going to see him again? Sure he was nice and not bad looking, but just like all your previously failed dates, there was… nothing. You didn’t feel a connection when you spoke, the both of you kept the conversation basic. You didn’t feel a spark when he kissed you. It was no different than the friendly kisses Thor would give you as greetings.
“No, I don’t think so. I’m sorry, Nat.” 
“Don’t worry about it, babe. Wanda and I will just keep looking for you.”
“It’s okay, Nat. You really don’t have to do this.”
She waves you off. “What kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t help you?”
“That’s just it, Nat! You don’t have to help me. It’s not a big deal.”
But she isn’t listening.
~~~
A week goes by and so do five other dates. You had to cut the last one short because you were just too exhausted. You couldn’t keep doing this. It was too much. But you knew Nat and Wanda were relentless. Nothing would make them stop until you had a boyfriend.
You pace around your room, coming up with excuse after excuse to try to skip the impending date they have planned for you. You come to the conclusion that the only way they would leave you alone is if you were in a relationship. You abruptly stop pacing. Maybe if you had someone fill the position. Maybe… maybe someone could pretend to be your boyfriend—at least for a short time. Just to get the girls off your back. You start formulating a plan. But for this plan to work, you needed someone cunning, someone who could keep a secret, someone who was stealthy, and preferably, someone already on the team.
A name comes to you and you immediately head to the library with a smirk on your face, but the whole time your mind is screaming that THIS IS A BAD IDEA!!!
You find the God in his usual seat, his legs spread wide, and a book in hand. He sits in the far corner of the library, which also happened to be your spot too. 
“Loki! I need you.”
He smirks and looks up from his book, “In your bed or mine?”
“I don’t have time for your smart mouth right now! This is serious!”
He quirks a brow.
“I need you to go on a ‘date’ with me,” you say, putting up air quotes.
He stares at you for a good thirty seconds before he gives you an eloquent response. 
“What?”
You feel yourself turn bright pink. “Please, Loki! I can’t take Nat and Wanda setting me up on blind dates anymore, it’s just too much. Please? If I find my own date, they’ll leave me alone,” you explain to him, internally begging him to agree to your plan.
“I’m not sure I follow,” he tells you slowly. “You wish for me to court you, but not as a real courtship?”
You nod hastily. “Exactly.”
He squints at you. “No.”
You’re shocked. “What? Why not?”
He smirks at you. “Firstly, your team will not take lightly to the matter of us courting. Secondly, there is not a chance they would believe you have fallen for me, even with my good looks and charm,” he continues to tick off. “Thirdly, and perhaps most importantly, how long would you allow this to drag out? One week? A month? A year? So no, I do not think I wish to partake in your foolish endeavor.”
“But you wouldn’t need to worry about any of that!” You continue adamantly. “I’ve already thought it out!”
He gives you an amused look. “Alright, I’ll listen to your hairbrained scheme.”
You glower at him. Maybe you should’ve picked someone else for this, but it’s too late now. He already knows what you’re planning.
“One, I won’t tell the team who I’m seeing, we can just meet up somewhere outside the building. And if I act like I’m in love with someone, and we stay… y’know, mean to each other, they won’t get suspicious. Your second point is irrelevant, because they won’t know it’s you that I’m ‘dating.’” His nostrils flare and his jaw ticks but you plow ahead. “And lastly, we won’t have to keep this charade up for long. I’ll just say you ‘broke up with me’ and I’ll be too ‘heartbroken’ to consider dating for a while.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs deeply. “Out of the goodness of my own heart, and the desire to only create mischief… fine.”
Your eyes widen, “You’ll do it?”
“I suppose I have nothing more exciting to attend to. And besides,” he looks up to give you a smirk. “I am eager to see this come crashing down around you.”
~~~
“I was thinking for your next date, you should go to the park,” Nat tells you a few days later.
You smile at her. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary.”
She glares at you. “You’re not getting out of this. How many times do I have to tell you? I’m going to keep finding you dates until we find the right one.”
You shake your head and laugh. “It’s not necessary because I found my own date.”
Her spoon falls with a clatter into her bowl of cereal. “I’m sorry, I thought I heard you say you found your own date?!”
“I don’t understand why that’s so unbelievable, Nat.” You place a hand on your heart. “I’m hurt.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she apologizes with a laugh, but her eyes sparkle with glee. “So what’s his name?”
“It’s a secret.”
“What?! You can’t not tell me!”
“Well, this is our first date. So what’s the point of putting a name to a face if I’m not sure if this’ll work out?”
“Okay fine,” she pauses. “Well, where’d you two meet?”
“Oh, you know,” you say with a small smile and a shrug. “Around.”
She folds her arms. “I need info so I can run tests on him,” she chides. “Need to make sure he’s not a threat.”
“Don’t worry, he’s no threat.”
She sighs and throws her hands in the air. “Fine, I get it. You don’t want to talk about him yet. But if anything sketchy happens, you need to tell me immediately.”
“I promise.” 
She takes her bowl to the sink and starts washing her dishes. 
“And no stalking us!”
She sends you a smirk over her shoulder. 
~~~
Early afternoon, the next day, you wait for Loki at a nearby cafe for your ‘date,’ but he’s nowhere to be seen. Sure, the two of you didn’t exactly get along, with his snark and your sarcasm, you would usually wage verbal wars against each other. But you didn’t think he would just leave you, he said he wanted to see your plan fail, so you thought for sure he would be waiting for you. Your smile falters a bit, but you shake your head. You don’t need him. You’ll just do this on your own. You decide to leave and head to the park instead, since it’s a pretty day out. 
“Considering this was your plan, I did not assume you would leave without me,” you hear a silky voice behind you say.
You turn around to see Loki walking behind you with a smirk.
You huff. “For your information, I thought you left without me.”
“Why would I do that?”
You fold your arms. “Well, you weren’t down here. I figured you agreed to this just to make me look like a fool.”
His smirk only grows. “I would not do that, especially not when you are so desperate.”
“Are you sure you didn’t show up late just for kicks and giggles?”
“If you must know, since you’re so adamant on believing that I would just leave you, I went to purchase these for you.” He conjures a bouquet of flowers and hands them to you. You thank him sheepishly. 
He nods. “I felt like it would seem strange if you returned home without a gift, as you usually returned carrying a gift from your possible suitors.”
“That’s... thoughtful of you.”
He gives you another curt nod.
“Well, let’s get this over with, shall we?”
“So, what do you wanna do?” you ask him. “You’ve never had a chance to explore when you came back from Asgard, we could see whatever you want.”
“I could not care less where we venture to, as long as we hurry up. I have reading to get back to.”
You roll your eyes. Just when you thought he was starting to be friendly, he goes and says something like that.
“Well, if you really don’t want to be here, I'll just go on a walk on my own. You’ve done your part.” You gesture to the flowers. “And you gave me evidence, so I guess I’ll see you later.”
He stares at you, emotionless. 
“Enjoy your book.” You clutch your flowers, trying to reel your emotions back in and start walking in the direction towards the park. 
He catches up to you and releases an audible sigh. “I suppose I could spend some time out of that helhole. It has become rather monotonous. Perhaps you would be suitable entertainment.”
You just shrug, not trusting yourself to not retort back with a scathing comment.
“So, where are we headed?”
“Preferably somewhere I won’t have to pay attention to your existence,” you snap.
His green eyes flash dangerously and he grabs you by the arm, forcing you to face him. “Listen here, mortal,” he seethes. “It may have slipped your notice, but I have done not one, but two favors for you.”
Your cool demeanor snaps in a fiery explosion. “Oh really? Is the favor you being rude to me? Or is it the fact that you can’t find it in yourself to say one, just one, polite thing to me. Oh, I know! It’s probably your side remarks that you love to make, or the fact that you say the most hurtful things to me, because apparently, you seem to think I don’t have emotions. Have you ever considered the weight of your words, even once?!” Tears begin to prick the corner of your eyes, but you refuse to cry in front of him, you refuse to give him something else to hold against you. “Have you ever thought twice about calling me ugly, or useless, or slow, or weak. Well, guess what.”
He releases his hold on you and takes a step back.
“I get it, okay?! I get it! I’m ugly? Great! You’re not the first person to tell me that! I’m useless? People who were close to me, would tell me that constantly. That’s old news to me! I’m slow? At least I stay alive during our missions! I’m weak? Okay then! I don’t know what else to tell ya buddy! I’m sorry I’m no super soldier!” Your chest is heaving from your outburst and Loki opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. “You know what?” You begin quietly. “I’m absolutely not as strong as the rest of the team, but I’ve been through stuff that’s made me a stronger person. I’ve learned things the hard way, and I’ve learned that I don’t need hurtful people like you in my life.”
Loki stares at you, mouth slightly agape. You spin around and toss the flowers in the trash. “Have fun reading.” You don’t look back as you continue to walk through the streets.  
~~~
You return to the Tower later that evening. After your temper, you spend the most of the day in the park. You wander through the city and stumble upon a quaint little bookstore, sandwiched between a diner and a clothing store. You buy several books before heading home.
The elevator gets closer to the common floor and you take a deep breath. The elevator dings and you force a smile on your face.
“Hey beautiful!” Nat calls to you from the couch. 
The entire team, sprawled around, looks up.
“How’d it go?” Steve asks you.
You internally breathe a sigh of relief. So Lo—so he didn’t blow your story. Good. The man in question was currently paying no attention to you.
“It was great!” you fib. “We went to the park, and we found a cute bookstore not far from here,” you say with a nod to the stack of books in your arms.
Wanda’s face splits into a grin. “Will you be seeing him again?” she asks eagerly. 
You see Thor’s brother, in your peripheral vision, subtly turn to look at you, but you refuse to acknowledge him. 
“Yeah I am! I’ll be going out for breakfast tomorrow, at the cafe. ”
“The one with the chocolate pastries?” Nat asks you.
“Yup. And no following me, Nat! I know what you’re thinking!”
She huffs and crosses her arms.
“Well, I’ve had a long day and I’m exhausted. I’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?”
The team bids you good night and you head down the hall to your room. You can feel the God of Mischief watching you.
~~~
Early the next morning you drag yourself out of bed and start getting ready. The reward? Pastries. You shower then hop, wiggle, and shimmie into some jeans and pull on a dark blue blouse before making your way to the elevator.
You make it outside without running into anyone. You walk a few blocks to the cafe with your favorite chocolate sweets. You discovered it a while back and later introduced it to the team. As soon as you step in, you inhale the heavenly goodness of coffee roasting, bread baking, and chocolate melting. The little old lady behind the counter recognizes you and prepares your order for you before you have a chance to say anything. You thank her and pay before you find a table in the corner of the store to sit at. You watch the world pass by through the large glass windows. It was still quiet out—or at least quiet for New York—and you close your eyes, relishing in the peace that was sorely lacking while you were in the Tower.
“You do realize it is rude to leave your date behind, yes?” Someone asks you.
You snap your eyes open to see the raven-haired god sitting across from you, the smirk as present as always.
You glare at him. “Why the hell are you here? I don’t recall inviting you.”
He conjures a dagger and splits your pastry in two. He takes a piece and sinks his teeth into it. His eyes flutter close, lashing splaying out across his sharp cheekbones and he moans slightly at the warm confection. You feel a heat rise to your cheeks and your stomach flips. This is the first time you’ve heard him make such an obscene sound. You didn’t expect it to make you press your thighs together.      
“On the contrary, you did invite me.” He pauses to open his eyes, only to be met with your flushed face. He gives you a smirk. “Is something the matter?”
“No,” you scowl at him, quickly composing yourself. “And like I said, I don’t remember inviting you.”
 “Oh dear, have you forgotten about your own scheme?”
“No, I haven’t,” you bristle. “But that doesn’t mean you have to be here.”
He chuckles. “Yes I do. I am fulfilling my promise I made you.”
“How gentlemanly of you,” you reply, rolling your eyes. “You made it quite clear you didn’t want to do this.”
He leans forward and folds his hands. “Listen, in light of recent events, I have taken into consideration our previous conversation. And although we do not have the, ah, best attitude towards one another, I agreed to assist you in your time of need. And I will see to it that your plan continues along accordingly.”
“Well, you’re wasting your time, ‘cause I don’t need you.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “At least allow me to attempt to be your faux suitor. To make up for my ghastly behavior towards you.”
You continue to glare at him with your arms crossed. You wait to see a glint of mischief in his emerald eyes, or the tell-tale sign of a smirk, but his face remains solemn.
You let out a sigh of defeat. You knew you wouldn’t be able to keep this guise up for long if you did it alone. 
“Fine,” you agree reluctantly.
He sits up straight and snatches the second half of your pastry. “Excellent.”
“Hey!”
“What?” he asks innocently, already biting into your breakfast. “I am absolutely famished.”
You just grumble as he licks his fingers clean. Again, your stomach decides to flutter, without your permission.
“Hello, dear.” You look up to see the older lady has approached you and Loki. “Can I get anything else for you?”
You smile back at her. “No thank you.”
She gives a questioning look to Loki. “And who is this? I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you, young man.” 
Loki flashes her a charming smile. “Greetings madame.” He stands, gently takes her hand and places a soft kiss on her knuckles.
“This... is my boyfriend,” you tell her through clenched teeth.
She turns to look at you. You detect the slightest tinge of pink to her cheeks. 
“Well, you certainly are lucky to have such a gentleman.”
You barely restrain rolling your eyes, while Loki chuckles and gives a slight shake of his head.
“I hate to contradict madame, but it is I who is the lucky one.” He sits back down and takes your hands in his. He looks at you softly. You look back at him, confused. 
“The first moment I set eyes on her, my heart nearly stopped. And her smile… her smile sent me straight to Valhalla. I never believed the Fates would allow me to meet someone so kind, so gentle, so beautiful. I am grateful to have the honor to call her my beloved. She means more to me than any riches imaginable.”
You blush as the old lady places a hand to her heart and sighs.
“He’s a keeper,” she tells you. “Much better than the last one. This one won’t lay a hand on you.”
You feel Loki staring hard at you, his grip on your hands tighten ever so slightly.
You stand abruptly, Loki still refusing to let go. “Well, we really should be going. We have a few plans today.”
“Yes, of course,” Loki says.
Both of you thank the old lady. You can’t get out of there fast enough. 
The sunlight hits your face as you step outside, but you can’t help the shiver that courses through you. Your past hits you in flashes. Bruised and bloodied skin. Hands raised, only to be brought down against your body with rage. Long sleeves and concealer were a must if you went out. Nights spent huddled in bed, silently crying from pain.
You dimly realize someone is shaking you by your shoulders, calling your name.
You look up to see Loki watching you intently, his brow furrowed.
“What did she mean?” he asks you, his voice a deadly calm.
“It’s nothing,” you brush him off. “It’s not like you’d care anyways,” you mumble under your breath.
Whether he heard you or not, he didn’t show.
He gives you a hard stare for another second before dropping his hands.  
“What would you like to do?”
“Huh?” 
He sighs. “For our outing. Where would you wish to go?”
“Oh. Yeah, right. Um. Maybe we could go to the bookstore I found?”
“Done.” He holds out his arm for you and you tentatively slip your hand in. “Lead the way.”
A smile pulls at your lips and you tug him in the direction of the bookstore.
After you both buy several books, you spend the rest of your day taking Loki to your favorite spots around the city. You take him to a garden in Central Park and he tells you about his mother’s garden. He buys you ice cream because ‘I suppose you deserve it after I took your breakfast.’
~~~
The next few weeks, you and Loki alternate taking the other places. Loki takes you for lunch, you take him to the movies. He takes you to a museum and you take him to dinner. The two of you begin bonding and slowly the animosity begins to fade. After the second month, you realize that you actually like being in his company. You made each other laugh and were able to discuss things to great lengths that you couldn’t do with anyone else on the team. The two of you would always be careful, leaving the Tower separately, coming home separately. You both also agreed to continue your banter at home, lest anyone become suspicious. But there were days when Nat would have to snap you out of your daydreams—er thoughts, and she would give you a little smirk. She never asked what you were thinking about, but the pink staining your cheeks would give her the answer she needed.
The nights you spend tossing and turning in bed become more frequent.
I’ll tell him tomorrow.
Tomorrow’s the day.
I’ll end this tomorrow.
You kept postponing the termination of this… relationship you had with Loki. Sure it would’ve been easier to do after the first week you put your plan in motion, but that would have only spurred Nat further. You didn’t need that. So you simply kept putting it off and chose to ignore it as days became weeks. Surprisingly enough, you found a kindred spirit in Loki. He wasn’t as bad as you had originally believed. He made you laugh and think critically and roll your eyes at his dramatic flair and antics. You can’t help but feel as though you and Loki connected. You can’t help but feel as though you’re falling for him. With his sparkling eyes, mischievous smile, and surprisingly, his kind heart. It shocked you at first. You always saw him as Thor’s maniacal and evil younger brother. But now that you’ve spent more time with him, you discover that it was just a facade that he put up. He didn’t want people to get close to him, he knew what they thought of him, so that’s what he showed them. It broke your heart when you found out how hurt and abused he was. Just because he never told you outright, doesn’t mean you didn’t see it. You felt awful though, for only barely realizing this. You should have paid more attention to the way he sometimes flinched or the way his eyes would slightly widen with fear at the mention of fire, or when someone on the team would mention abuse. 
If only he knew about your past relationship. You never brought it up after the slip in the bakery and Loki didn’t pry, which you were extremely grateful for. You weren’t sure you could discuss it, it was too harrowing and you wanted to leave your past there. In the past. But you should have known it would rear its ugly head one of these days.
~~~
You had promised Loki you’d take him back to the little slice of Valhalla that he so fondly nicknamed the bakery.
“Please!” he practically begs you as the two of you walk down the street, hand in hand. “How else do you expect me to survive in your company? I require payment!”
“Payment?!” you repeat incredulously. “Payment for what?”
He sighs dramatically. “For having to endure your nonsense.”
You laugh. “I should be the one getting paid for having to put up with you!” 
He gives you a smirk. “Come now darling, you know you love me.”
Your heart gets caught in your throat at those words. You give Loki a shaky laugh, hoping he doesn’t realize how close to the truth he was.
“Fine,” you sigh exasperatedly. “We’re heading in that direction anyways.”
He gives you another smirk and your heart flutters again. You really need to get your emotions under control. You didn’t have it in you to deal with a heartbreak, it was obvious Loki hadn’t fallen for you. 
“How about you wait out here, darling?” he asks when you two reach the bakery. “I’ll be just a few moments.”
You nod and he gives you a small smile before making his way inside.
You groan slightly and rub your temple. You are not supposed to be falling for him! This shouldn’t be happening. You need to get your emotions in check, otherwise… well, you didn’t want to think about what would happen if you didn’t.
You’re lost in thought when you hear your name being called. Before you have a chance to turn around, arms wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you into a hug from behind.
Your heart drops. You knew that voice, that hug that used to give you butterflies, but now made you nauseous. When he releases you, you hurriedly take a few steps away and turn to face your ex.
“Chase.”
“Hey, baby!” he said with a cheerful grin. “How ya been?”
“Fine,” you say, even though you’re feeling far from it.
His eyes rake over you, and you physically had to hold down your vomit. “Well, you look good, baby.”
“Please don't call me that.”
“Listen,” he says solemnly. “I’m sorry for everything that happened between us, but I miss you. I need you back. C’mon, baby. We can be together again, don’t you want that?” he places his hands on your waist, making you tense.
You try taking a steadying breath. “No, Chase. I already told you before. I don’t want to be with you.”
His grip on your waist tightens and bites into you, and he gives you a look you were all too familiar with.
“C’mon, babe,” he says, a slight growl in his voice. “I know you’re not stupid. You already broke my heart once. Don’t do this to me again.”
Tears begin to well up. “I-I already told you. I don’t want to be with you anymore.”
He glares down at you and you feel yourself shaking despite the warm day.
“You really don’t have a choice, do you?” he grabs a hold of your wrist and yanks you, not hard enough to fall, but a reminder of what he was capable of doing.
“Chase, let me go!” you try to free yourself, but he yanks you again, making you stumble.
“Don’t make a scene,” he hisses. “I know we both remember how that turned out for you last time.”
You flinch. That day… that was one of the more violent days. He pulls you along with him.
“Chase stop!” you sob desperately.
That’s when he decides to backhand you. You fall to your knees, cheek stinging fiercely as hot tears stream down your face. A rough hand is placed on your shoulder, but it’s quickly pulled back. You cradle your head between your hands, trying to protect yourself. You hear Chase yelling behind you, which is soon replaced by moans, and then the sound of someone running unsteadily across the pavement.
A gentler hand is placed on your shoulder, but you can’t help but wince away. They retreat their hand and crouch in front of you. You hear a familiar, more soothing voice, calling your name softly. You release your grasp on your face and slowly look up. It was Loki. He was watching you with such sorrow and concern, his lips tight and his brows creasing.
“That’s what she meant, wasn’t it?” he asks quietly.
You nod minutely. He offers his hands out to you and you shakily take them. He helps you to your feet, his worried face never faltering. He pulls you into a tight embrace and that’s when you completely lose it. You fist his shirt as sobs wrack through you. He doesn’t say anything to you, he just lets you release your tears.
~~~
Loki walks you back to the Tower with a protective arm around your shoulder. Miraculously you don’t run into anyone. He leads you to your room. You don’t even think to question how he knows where your room is. The burning in your cheek receded, but there’s still an intense stinging.
“Wait here, darling,” Loki says, giving you a reassuring squeeze.
You sit on your bed, eyes downcast, as he heads to your bathroom. You hear the faucet running and then shut off as he returns and sits next to you. He places a finger under your chin, tilting your face up, making you look at him. He starts tending to your abused cheek, wiping it with a cool washcloth.
He growls. “That halfwit left marks on your face.”
You try for a watery smile. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
He stops his task to look in your eyes. “I swear this will be the last.” He looks down for a moment before looking at you again, his eyes holding something different. “I… I would never hurt you.”
He looks at you so softly you nearly start crying again. You’ve never had anyone look at you with such a heartfelt gaze; it takes your breath away.
He clears his throat. “Listen darling… I realize that your plan was to keep you from having to court anyone, but… I fear I have fallen for you.” 
Your eyes widen at his confession and he quickly looks away.
“I understand if you do not feel the same… no one can love a monster.”
You take his face in your hands and force him to look at you.
“Do you mean it?” you whisper, not daring to believe it.
He stares at you long and hard. You nearly drop your hands because the silence is too overwhelming. 
“I do.”
A smile splits across your face and you crash your lips to his, taking in the feel of his soft lips, his steady arms, his comforting scent of lavender and bergamot. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his lap, holding you close.
You pull away to rest your forehead against his. “Well I guess that’s a good thing because I’ve fallen for you, too.”
His eyes sparkle before pulling you into another, more passionate kiss.
~~~
Later that evening, during dinner, Nat and Tony nearly lose their minds at the bruise on your face.
“WHO THE HELL DID THAT?!”
“ARE THOSE FINGERPRINTS?!”
You tell them what happened. You explain what your ex did, which only caused the rest of the team to blow up too.
“It’s okay!” You reassure them. “My boyfriend took care of him.”
Your eyes flicker to Loki, and even though he’s paying close attention to his food, you don’t miss the slight smirk on his face.
That seems to calm them down.
“At least he seems like he’s a good guy,” Wanda says thoughtfully.
“Yeah, he’s great,” you say with a small smile.
An idea occurs to you. You stand and walk around the table to Loki. You take his face in your hands, brushing your thumbs across his jaw. He looks at you, mouth slightly open in shock, unsure of what was happening.
“He’s amazing,” you whisper, before capturing his lips with yours.
The team collectively blew up for the third time tonight. 
~~~
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random-jot · 2 years
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First Law Ask Meme
Tagged by @books-and-doodles !! ty!!
Favourite First Law Book: ooooh how could you make me choose! I think I might have to say Before They Are Hanged
Why: ok so I'm saying BTAH because while I enjoyed Blade Itself a lot, it was whilst reading BTAH that I truly got hooked on the series, the dynamics that emerge between the main POV characters, the conclusion to Bayaz'a quest, just so many good characters and moments. This book was the one where I knew this series was gonna be something extra-special
Top 5 Favourite Characters: Jezal, Logen, Monza, Shivers, Rikke
Jezal ohhhhh this boy's humility arc, we love to see it. Despite his flaws - and they are many - can't help but love him (which tbh is a sentiment that applies to every TFL character lmao)
Logen just a greatly written character, gotta love his grim sense of humour and his occasional glints of sage advice. His whole 'better to do a thing than live with the fear of it' philosophy has genuinely helped me get through some anxiety stuff irl
Monza this girl's got conviction, dude. Is her obsession over a streak of vengeance fuelled killings admirable behaviour? Not necessarily. But is she a complete and total badass regardless? Hell yes.
Shivers my boy!!! my lad. The North's no.1 sadboy to badboy arc. When he first showed up in LAOK I remember thinking it'd be kind of cool to get a POV from him, see his personal thoughts on the whole Logen situation, so when we got that in BSC I was delighted - and then through The Heroes, RC and the Age Of Madness books he just kept getting better, I love the arc he goes on, he is absolutely my favourite overall First Law character
Ferro just another absolute badass, love how much insight she has into the other characters she's travelling with, very cool to read her POV chapters
Top 5 Least Favourite Characters (and why): Oh I don't really know. Well, Bayaz and Yoru for what I suppose are obvious reasons, Stour Nightfall not just because he's a bad guy but because I don't think there was that much development to his character, and then I think I'd have to say Sworbreck after the stuff he pulled in Wisdom Of Crowds and finally maybe Arch Lector Sult I guess, he's a bad egg
Favourite ship: I gotta actually agree on Jexal x Ardee, they are not good for each other, but they do have a lot of sweet scenes, Jezal's mixed obliviousness and complete smitten-ness is always fun to read, and the bittersweet way that things end up between them just makes for a good story
Favourite region in the First Law series: hmm. I'm gonna say, just 'cause I really like the descriptions, all the abandoned places that Bayaz's crew travel through in BTAH, like I love the detail that in that one place there's no life, so the trees are dead but perfectly preserved because even rot is a kind of life, plus it all leans into your classic high-fantasy questing tropes, which I'm a sucker for
Top 3 Favourite Scenes: hmm, I think I'm gonna say a) the scene in LAOK where The Bloody Nine takes over Logen, b) the battle sequence for Carleon in Wisdom Of Crowds, and c) for the third one I think I've gotta say the 'interaction' that West has with Ladisla shortly after he earns his "Furious" nickname
How Were You Introduced To The Books? At university I would often peruse the Scifi/Fantasy/Horror section of Newcastle's local Waterstones - I remember i was looking specifically for fantasy stuff that had not been adapted into anything yet, and I remember picking up The Blade Itself, seeing the name 'Logen Ninefingers' on the back and thinking 'damn this sounds kinda cool.' I eventually bought said book and whaddya know, it was cool, and a couple years later, boom, First Law became my favourite fantasy series
Share A Quote Or Quotes You Love: as I mentioned above, "Better to do the thing than live with the fear of it" is such a resonant quote, and tbh all of Logen's little catchphrases are great, I also really love a lot of Cosca's cynical tidbids, in Best Served Cold I believe he says something about how 'most men will bend or break their morals at the first problem, or even inconvience' (I'm paraphrasing bc I can't find the exact quote, but Nicomo Cosca is just a well of great quotes)
Tagging: @autoapocrypha @xillionart @myu2k2 AND anyone else in the First Law fandom who wants to do it, just go ahead and say I tagged you!
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howlingday · 4 years
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About Jaune ships...
I have opinions. You may not agree, but they are mine. They may change in time, but not now.
LANCASTER ( RUBY X JAUNE )
The old tried and true. I mean, what's not to like? Cute girl falls for first guy she meets at Beacon? Classic romance trope, and after reading how much Ruby loves romance stories (I consider certain parts in the manga canon), it makes sense. In fact, after Arkos sank (A moment of silence, please . . . Thank you), many moved to Lancaster, which isn't bad. Happens all the time in fandoms. Sad thing, though, is far I think she'll last. If we're talking Volume 5 or earlier, then maybe. However, I feel if Ruby were to have an endgame in romance, it would be RoseGarden (I have opinions on that as well, but today isn't the day to discuss that), mostly because Oscar bumped Jaune's role from male lead to male side. Not to mention that while Jaune is becoming a beast in his own right, Ruby is a different creature altogether and evolving her character more rapidly and chaotically than anyone else (Must be all that screentime).
TLDR: I want it to be canon, but I might just be hoping.
WHITE KNIGHT ( WEISS X JAUNE)
Doofus in tin foil meets princess who hates daddy (Am I in the romance section of the library? You know, the corner for adults only?) No, but I do like this ship. I'm always a sucker for the fantasy genre, and using a zero to hero male makes it relatable. I also kind of ship it because the same reason I ship NaruSaku in the Naruto fandom: he likes her and he's willing to go the distance. But enough about that; instead let's talk about canon. Will they hook up? It's a soft maybe for me, for two reasons. 1. Rosegarden is most likely to be endgame, and after Ruby and Pyrrha, I'd say Weiss is Jaune's next to be his love interest. 2. Weiss has warmed up to Jaune. Sure, not lover or crush level (Yet), but she's definitely changed her opinion on him. In Volume 1, Jaune was bugging her, like all the time, which I could see as him getting mixed signals on (Exhibit A: Tall, blonde, and scraggly). When Volume 5 came around, everyone jumped onboard because he saved her life (Don't lie, because I'll admit that I did it, too). Not the best reason, but still reason enough, I'd say. Then in Volume 7, she hangs out with him and Oscar to the movies (It was either that or awkward Bumbleby all night. I feel ya, sister). Nothing romantic happens, but it does show how much their relationship has developed. If Weiss is Jaune's endgame, then they have set the pieces up perfectly to do so.
TLDR: High likelihood to be canon and I'm a sucker for Knight/Princess ships.
KNIGHTSHADE ( BLAKE X JAUNE)
This is the part where I say definitely not. Not in a million years, but I'll explain why I like the ship, though. As for why it won't work, the answer is Bumbleby. They haven't kissed yet, but you know they're going to eventually (Because if they don't, the fans will attack like a swarm of hornets). But here's the question you might be asking now: why do I ship this? Well, it's part of the allure of "opposites attract" ('Cause I'm dressed like a cat!). Blake is an intelligent, outspoken, and agile ninja with a criminal history of terrorism who spends her free time reading novels. Jaune is a B at best on his tests, soft-hearted, and ground-based knight who's worst crime is fraud (Still a crime, but peanuts compared to literal terrorism) and spends his free time hanging out with his team. Day and night. But they also tried that with Sun for a season and a half and it didn't last (BECAUSE BEES).
TLDR: Not even a snowball's chance in the summer sun, but so much story potential if you do (Which I do)!
DRAGONSLAYER ( YANG X JAUNE )
This, I would say, is the opposite of Knightshade, where Jaune is the day and Blake is night, here Yang is the Sun and Jaune is the Moon (Like their crests! Remember those? Y'know, when they were relevant?) Will it work? Even less so than Knightshade. However, it does open up some interesting paths considering how... provocative Yang can be, and Jaune, compared to the other guys, is the nerdiest, geekiest dude at Beacon. It's like the cheerleader/nerd romance, except the cheerleader is the captain of every sports team... and rides a motorcycle. The Volume 8 preview introduced us to Yang and Jaune riding motorcycles and we went nuts over it. Yang was back in her element, roaring down the street, riding on walls, popping off tricks with Oscar riding- Back to what I was saying, people were asking, "How did he know how to ride a motorcycle?" and the elementary answer is "He didn't." He almost fell off his bike from a small box in the road. True, anyone would, but look at how he reacts: he stiffens, he refocuses on the road. This kid literally started riding at breakfast, and I DARE you to prove me wrong. But hey, great fic material right there, though, eh?
TLDR: Never gonna happen, but I don't care. All I care about is writing that they love each other. And they also fu-!
ARKOS ( PYRRHA X JAUNE )
I'm sorry, I need a moment. . . . Alright. Do it for her. This ship... was perfect. Probably the best ship out them all. I legit almost cry every time I think about Volume 3. Pyrrha was everyone's favorite. Her background, her interactions, her choreography, everything! But, of course, like everything in our lives, she was too good to be true. But let's honor her memory by talking about her ship, Arkos. Pyrrha was the champion of the world, the Brothers' and Oums' gift to Remnant. She could do no wrong and she HATED it. Her plight was with how she was seen. Everybody knew her! Everybody, except Jaune. And he only figured out she was "a big deal" was because Weiss had to spell it out for him! As time went on, they became the best of friends, two peas in a pod, the perfect odd couple! They worked together and trusted each other, they cared for and supported each other, they lo- No. No, I can't say it. It's been years, and it still hurts. So, I'll explain something else: the reason why Jaune SHOULD NOT be shipped right now. That reason is Pyrrha. Jaune was helpless to save her. He's suffering from survivor's guilt and he's still grieving. In Volume 4, he would sneak away and train until late at night to scroll recording of her. In Volume 5, he confronted Cinder and got Weiss almost killed because he let his grief for Pyrrha take control of him and let his emotions run wild. In Volume 6, he finds the Pyrrha statue and he... I don't know how to say this, but he let's go. He accepts that Pyrrha is gone and he's starting the healing process. He's finally ready to move forward.
TLDR: T.T I never felt that it was wise to wish too much~
MARTIAL ARCS ( REN X JAUNE)
I'll be honest, I don't really ship it. Yeah, it's cute, and it falls perfectly into the "if I had to pick a guy" part of me, but to be honest, I don't ship it. 10% because Renora and 90% it just doesn't click with me. They both just seem too soft, too quiet, too introverted. Best friends? Yes, definitely! But lovers? Eeeeeh, not really.
TLDR: I will only ship as neccessary.
NORA'S ARC ( NORA X JAUNE )
I've only just got in this deep with the fandom only recently, so I don't know if a lot of you know me. Heck, I'm probably just some RWBY fan you happen to spot as you move through your dash. However, old or new, I want to be made absolutely positively clear on this. Of all the ships here, this has got to be my-
O T FUDGIN' P
Wow! Never thought I'd feel so strongly about a crack ship like this. And yes, as sad it is to say, this is a crack ship. Renora was planned from day one, so it can't be helped. At least it didn't blast me in the face all of the sudden (OH NO, NOT THE BEES! AAAAARGH! THEY'RE IN MY EYES!). But why this ship? Well, for one thing, it's that whole opposites attract thing with Nora as the bubbly, outspoken, airhead powerhouse and Jaune as the soft spoken, introverted, nerd tactician. But wait, there's more to this trope, because it can go deeper: Order VS Chaos! Who makes all the messes? Who cleans up those messes? Who follows all the rules? Who makes their own doors? It's just. So. Damn! GOOD! One sad thing about this ship though is that it's not only not canon because of Renora, it's anti-canon because Renora. Every fan fic of Nora's Arc requires an explanation for Ren and Nora to not be together-together, like you have to write a formal apology to the FNDM for liking something that's different from what is canon or commonly accepted. If that's the case, then I'll be the anarchist here!
TLDR: I LOVE IT! What's that? Not canon? Who gives a damn?! I just explained why Jaune won't be shipped anyways! Now, if you'll excuse, I have some fan fics to find.
ARCFALL ( CINDER X JAUNE )
Oh, here it goes! Now, if we're talking ships that'll never happen, this is where we find better reasons than "it's not canon" and "character development". No, this... This is a declaration of war. Allow me to explain. Cinder Fall is evil. Like, down to her core. She wants power and she'll cut through anyone to get to it. Including Pyrrha. This woman sank Arkos by means other than "X and Y kissed, so..." She killed X, leaving Y alone. And her interactions with Jaune tell me she wouldn't even be worth a hate-bang. But, as Momma always, there's a thin line between love and hate. This is where the appeal comes in. Cinder is evil with no past, which leaves the previous chapter's of her life story blank to be filled in. Jaune is good with a troublesome, albeit easy past, but untapped potential for more. It's another opposites attract, but different from INTRO VS EXTRO and CHAOS VS ORDER; this is GOOD VS EVIL. Who will win this battle of wills; will our hero purify the tainted heart, or will he slip deeper into darkness, never to return to the light?
TLDR: Should be a NOTP, and yet the allure pulls me in.
What do y'all think? Do you agree? Let me know!
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themonkeycabal · 3 years
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Wandavision Ep 6 Spoilers
No really, spoilers. 
Previously on Wandavision — Wanda told SWORD to shove their drones right straight up their asses, Vision woke up to the reality that his utopian sitcom life was in fact a dystopian hellscape, their children were extremely creepy, and Agnes was being bizarre as hell and super sus. In the real world, Acting Director Dick was a dick, and Darcy and Jimmy welcomed Monica into their sciencey weird-crime-fighting team. Monica also mentioned an aerospace engineer she knows, which some suggest may be the first mention of Reed Richards in the MCU. I have conflicted feelings about the Fantastic Four. Mostly I never liked them. But, I'm open to revising my opinion.
Oh, and also X-Men 'Verse Pietro showed up suddenly and that was fun.
Anyway. the roommate and I tried to sort out a timeline — so Monica unBlips and goes back to work at SWORD three weeks later. AD Dick tells us Wanda stole Vision's body nine days previously. That means, just three weeks ago Wanda was in the middle of a battle, lost her boyfriend, was Snapped, was then unsnapped to fall right into the middle of another battle. Lost THREE additional teammates. And then sometime in the following week found out a shady government agency had Vision's body and she probably went "OH HELL NO". Because that's what I would say. So she goes to SWORD, dents a few doors, takes Vision's body and swans off to New Jersey. Look, she's been through a hell of a lot in the last couple weeks, is what I'm saying. I don't blame her a tiny bit. But, also, I don't think she's entirely behind this.
10-year old boy plus video camera = the 90s. Obnoxious opening credits. But, you know, I kind of liked them (as a one off). WAYYY better than last week's.
It's Halloween, and *sigh* Billy is breaking the fourth wall and narrating to the camera. There's childish twin bickering as you expect, Tommy's the wild and crazy twin, and Billy's the buttoned up twin. And Pietro is passed out on the couch at 4 in the afternoon. Living his best life. He teasingly scares the boys, chases them around, and there's awkward child acting.
Wanda comes down the stairs in the classic Scarlet Witch costume, and says she's a Sokovian Fortune Teller. Sokovia was more wild than I realized.
Genuinely funny flashback to Wanda and Pietro trick-or-treating in Sokovia as kids, 'the year we got typhus'. lol. Was it the fish that gave them typhus? Or was that just a special treat? Wanda doubts this version of events, and Pietro suggests she suppressed the memory due to the trauma. This gives Billy the chance to tell the camera that mom's been weird since uncle Pietro turned up to crash on their couch.
Next it's Vision's turn to appear in the classic Vision costume. Yikes. Wanda thanks him for humoring her, and he says there were no other clothes in his closet and they have a very weird second where he's not playing along and she's not sure what to do, and then he breaks into sitcom character says something about "just kidding, i know how much you love mexican wrestling" like it's a luchador costume, and then there's some super weird flirting. TMI you two.
Meanwhile, Pietro is a large child and the kids love him, of course. So there's that.
Back to Wanda and Vision, she's ready to take the kids out trick-or-treating, but Vision says he can't go, he's on the neighborhood watch and must patrol the streets ever-vigilant for wild gangs of child hooligans who might TP trees. He's gone off-script and it takes Wanda a second to figure out how to play this. She says it's the boys' first Halloween so he has to be there. Pietro breaks up the almost argument and says he can be a father figure-type and he'll help with the boys. Vision's still pretty off-script but Wanda doesn't fight it but looks uncertain, and he goes off to protect the night — or early afternoon.
Pietro is a child hooligan and wants to go do hooligany things with the kids. Wanda says he doesn't have a costume and he grabs Billy and they speed off only to return dressed in classic Quicksilver duds. Well, cheap-looking, thrown together Quicksilver duds. I laughed. The hair. lol. Good one.
Outside in the real world. The Hex field is still kind of glowing red and making bad force field noises. It only started doing that when Wanda got pissed in the last ep. Oh, goody, it's Acting Director Dick. I've learned his name is Hayward. I don't care.
Blah blah Stompy Mc-I'm-In-Charge blah. Monica is not pleased about the whole trying to kill Wanda with a missile while she was talking to her plan. AD Dick just says "now we know who we're dealing with". Um … what? You tried to kill her and her response was to tell you to go away. Yeah, boy, she's a monster.
Darcy is there to helpfully remind AD Dick that Wanda made him look like the fool he is. ILU girl. "Hey, there he is; the guy who almost got murdered by his own murder squad." Jimmy just makes a 'i'm so disappointed in you and your choices' face at him in the background.
I despise characters like Hayward. They are so tedious. Narratively they are there to incite conflict, but given the situation conflict naturally exists, surely there are other ways to bring up/drive that tension without the trope of the government heavy ready to solve the problem with the most extreme amount of force available to him. OH no! Our plucky heroes will have to find a way to save the day and fight the Man! Can they do it? Boring. It's too bad General Talbot went insane and then died; he could probably give tips on How Not To Be That Guy.
Anyway
Hayward wants to know if Darcy works for him and she's like "dunno my dude", Monica claims her, AD Dick says "which one of you is the sassy best friend" and Jimmy's like, that is quite enough Acting Director Not Very Nice Man. "There's no time to diminish your colleagues when you're about to start a war you can't win." AD Dick just wants to take out Wanda so the whole nightmare ends. Monica's like um, we literally do not know what's going on. Like, for real we have no clue. So that might not, in fact, end the nightmare, Director Murder Britches.
They argue a lot and Director Dick goes off the rails. Dude's like more unhinged than seems warranted. Unless he's just so embarrassed that he pissed himself when Wanda returned his murder drone to him, he's decided SHE MUST BE DESTROYED FOR THE GOOD OF … NEW JERSEY AND MY SOILED UNDERWEAR OR SOMETHING. 
"Captain Rambeau, you are an impediment to this mission!" Oh no! He's gonna tell her all about how hard it was to survive in a post-blip world, all those lucky blipped don't know what it was like! You just can't understand! Monica tells him not to use that as an excuse to be a coward. I'm so bored with this scene. Let me guess, the trio will have to go behind his back to save the day.
"Maybe it's a good thing you weren't here with your mother died. Because, clearly you don't have the stomach for this job." … non-sequitur much? Or is he saying she would have inherited the Director-ship (which should probably not be how that sort of agency works, let's be real). Is this scene five hours long, or does it just feel that way?
The Dick banishes the trio from his base.
"Hayward is way over-stepping his provisional authority". Jimmy Woo, you're so great. Monica says he's up to something. Yeah a tactical nuke and murder. Clearly he doesn't want to actually solve the problem, he just wants the problem to go away with a big show of macho explosions and whatnot. I suspect he might be in over his head, like he was not meant to be Acting Director, let alone Director. Also, he's a boring cliche stereotype and I loathe it.
JIMMY! I legit did not see that coming. He just pure hauls off and clocks one of the soldiers escorting them off the base, to a transport truck or something. Monica seems just as surprised for a second but then she's like "hell yeah!" and jumps in. Darcy sort of stands back and watches. lol. "Why didn't anyone tell me the plan?"
Oh look, it's my shipping container! They put the soldiers in there. Guys, it was for Hayward. Come on.
The trio disguise themselves with ponchos, which is a big step up from the usual MCU disguise of "baseball hat". That was a good bit in Ant-man and the Wasp "it's not a disguise, it just looks like us at a baseball game" (I watched that like last week. I missed Luis). Anyway …
Back in the sitcom world. The kids are ready for their early afternoon trick-or-treating. They're still talking to the camera. It's so awkward. I'm not a fan. I get it's meant to reproduce the very 90s Nick-era sitcoms and so, you know, it's spot on. Still, though.
Pietro is encouraging and supportive. "Unleash hell, demon spawn!"
Dang there are a lot of kids in that neighborhood. Wasn't Vision wondering last episode why there weren't any kids? Is the program correcting itself?
Wanda tries to test Pietro, asking him about some kid at an orphanage when they were kids. Pietro calls her on it, and says he knows he looks different. Wanda wants to know why that is. He says, "You tell me. I mean, if I found shangra-la, I wouldn't want to be reminded of the past, either." Hmm.
The kids speed off with uncle Pietro. Wanda wanders over to talk to neighbor Herb, who has a g-man earbud in and is clearly part of the neighborhood watch. In the background Pietro is stealing all the candy and smashing pumpkins and spraying the place with silly string. The hijinks are so wacky. Wanda tells Herb maybe Vision can help out with the chaos, and Herb says Vision isn't on duty. Oh no, he lied to her!
Herb goes weird "is there something I can do for you, Wanda? Do you want something changed?" Hmmm.
Elsewhere Vision is wandering the wild streets of Westview. He finds people caught in some type of weird decorating loop, the woman seems trapped but aware.
Commercial time!  What the fuck was that. "Yo-magic! The snack for survivors." No, really, what the fuck.
Night has fallen, the twins and the twins walk the streets. Wanda's making the boys give back all the candy they stole. She says Pietro is a bad influence. He says "I'm just trying to do my part, kay? Come to town unexpectedly, create tension with the brother-in-law, stir up trouble with the rugrats, and ultimately give you grief. I mean, that's what you wanted, isn't it?"
"What happened to your accent?"
"What happened to yours? Details are fuzzy, man. I got shot like a chump in the street for no reason." AHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA! no really AHAHAHAHAAH! Thank you, Pietro! Holy shit, perfect. That's some delicious shade. I expect to see this gif'd fifteen different ways when I load tumblr today.
"Next thing I know, I heard you calling me. I knew you needed me."
The kids interrupt. And now all of a sudden Tommy can zoom. Character development!
Everyone is so careful to give Wanda what she wants. Why? She's not cruel. Who wants to keep her pacified? And whoever it is cannot possibly be pleased with AD Dick messing things up. Assuming it's an outside or outside-ish force/entity, of course. I mean, I don't think she's doing this entirely, she might be the battery powering it, but despite her thing last episode to get SWORD to leave her alone, she does seem a little confused about the where, why, and how things are going.
"Don't go past Ellis Avenue." Just a kid thing or a boundary of the sitcom control world?
In the real world, our heroes are sneaking through a tent city and into the server room. The scene with Pietro and Wanda discussing his accent is playing in the background. Darcy seems put-out that Pietro was recast. lol. "He brought the wrong face."
Darcy hacks into Hayward's devices. "Hayward figured out a way to look through the boundary." "And he didn't share it with the group." I don't like Hayward. 
Something is blipping on the map on the computer. Jimmy asks if it's Wanda, but Darcy says "it's tracking the decay signature of vibranium". So Vision. Monica wants to know why Hayward is tracking Vision. Well, I'd super like to know what SWORD was doing with Vision in the first place, because they weren't just storing him, they were doing something. So …
Jimmy notices that there are other dots, the ones closest to Vision, who are other residents. Jimmy says the ones near the edge of town are barely moving.
Back to Vision. He's found a cul-de-sac to patrol. Everybody's frozen in place, the street lights flicker. Eerie. They're all dressed for Halloween. Does this mean the field is shrinking, or the effects spreading and so it's closing in, slowing and then freezing people who were earlier moving about just fine? Vision is unaffected by this whatever it is. He turns himself into himself and flies off, up above the town. part of the town is dark, and part alive with voices and laughter.
He spots a car at the edge of town. It's Agnes. She seems frozen-ish, but when he asks what she's doing there, she says "Town Square Scare. Where is it?" all robotic like. Vision helpfully tries to give directions. lol. "Took a wrong turn, got lost" she says.
Vision touches her head and she wakes up. "You! You're one of the Avengers. You're Vision. Are you here to help us?" "I am Vision. I do want to help. But, what's an Avenger?"
Hmm. Well, I guess he did say last week that he couldn't remember anything before Westview.
"Am I dead?" she asks. "No, why would you think that?" "Because you are."
What was news coverage after the Snap like, do you suppose? I mean, ridiculous, of course. But, like, I think they had bigger problems then wondering about snapped/dead Avengers, didn't they? Well, maybe not. "WHERE ARE AVENGERS TO HELP US?" or "HOW DARE THE AVENGERS NOT HELP US!" "TOTALLY THIS IS ON THE AVENGERS!" "WE'D ALL BE DEAD WITHOUT THE AVENGERS!" "NUHUH! BOO AVENGERS!" "EXCEPT VISION WHO DIED HEROICALLY, WE ALL LIKE THAT AVENGER!" "TONY STARK AND PEPPER POTTS SHARE THE DECORATING TIPS THAT TRANSFORMED THEIR RUSTIC RESTORATION PROJECT INTO A CHARMING FAMILY HOME".
Agnes starts screaming "Dead" at Vision. She's not coping well. Vision says he's going to try and reach outside town and try to figure this all out. "How? No one leaves. Wanda won't even let us think about it." I SUSPECT YOU, AGNES! Why would Wanda keep everybody trapped and miserable? I could see if she did it on accident, but this implies she's purposefully hurting people. I don't buy it. Agnes, again, seems to be in the right place at the right time to make Vision doubt Wanda. You're a very suspicious character, Agnes.  
She starts to laugh. "All is lost." Vision touches her had and she resets to sitcom Agnes. Somehow she can move again, she turns the car around on Ellis Ave and heads back into town. So, that answers that.
Vision walks across the Eillis Ave to the field beyond.
Meanwhile, Darcy continues to hack. Monica gets a text and says "that's it! My way back into the Hex will be here in an hour." Jimmy's all ready to boost a ride to take her to meet her aerospace buddy. But, Darcy says, nope. Can't do it. Monica's been through the Hex twice, and it's rewritten her cells. "It's changing you." Monica is undaunted. "I know what Wanda's feeling and I won't stop until I help her." Alrighty then.
Jimmy's finally going to get to hotwire a car! But wait, Darcy's not going with them. AD Dick has something hidden behind one last firewall. Darcy thinks it's big and can help them. She's going to find it.
I don't think Jimmy had to hotwire that humvee. It just started right up. Motorpool, pfft - they always leave the keys.
Back in Westview. Halloween continues at Town Square. Pietro asks Wanda where she was hiding all those kids. Whu? Says Wanda. "I assume they were all just sleeping peacefully in their beds. No need to traumatize beyond the occasional holiday cameo, amiright?" What is Pietro. "Hey don't get me wrong, you've handled the ethical considerations of this scenario as best you could. Families and couples stay together. Most personalities aren't far from what's underneath. People got better jobs. Better haircuts for sure."
"You don't think it's wrong?"
"Are you kidding me? I'm impressed. It's a pretty big leap from giving people nightmares and shooting red wigglywoos out your hands." No, really, what is Pietro? "How'd you even do all this?" Hmmm.
"I don't know how I did it. I only remember feeling completely alone. Empty. Just endless nothingness." She looks back at Pietro and for a second he's dead Pietro. Poor Wanda.
Darcy continues to hack Hayward's systems. Cataract classified weapons something something. They're still tracking Vision. Who continues his walk across the field and comes to the hex. He tries to push through it. Looks painful. SWORD rolls out to go overreact at him. He makes it through the barrier, kind of. It's a struggle.
Hayward standing there looking like a jackass "he really does want out, doesn't he?" Like he’s just amused by this turn of events, or watching a lab rat try to get out of the lab. 
Darcy's standing behind watching all of this. Bits of Vision sort of fly off and back into the Hex. Darcy says "oh no!" and runs towards him, screaming for them to help him. Way to give away your sneaky hiding, girlfriend.
In Westview. Billy looks up, he can hear what's going on outside. "I hear daddy in my head. He's in trouble."
Vision calls for help, while SWORD prioritizes arresting Darcy. Phil Coulson would never have behaved like this. Boo to SWORD. Vision is dissolving. It's kind of gross and sad.
Wanda asks where Vision is, and Pietro interrupts "Don't sweat it, sis. It's not like your dead husband can die twice." Wanda wallops him with some red wigglywoos.
Billy sees soldiers and thinks Vision is dying. Wanda stops everything and makes a big red boom. The Hex appears to be expanding. Whoops, now you've done it AD Dick. He runs away like the brave brave guy he is. They leave Darcy handcuffed to a jeep. "Are you serious right now?"
The Hex overtakes Vision and then Darcy. Trapped soldiers become clowns, and we're in the circus. Well, SWORD seems like a circus, so Wanda's not wrong. I'm pretty sure Jimmy and Monica made it, but sadly the bravest Director who ever braved also escaped. He deserved to be a circus clown. Better luck next week, Wanda.
Credits.
Well, I just don't know anymore.
Hayward doesn't care about Wanda, except where I think because of this someone will figure out what he was doing to Vision's body. And Vision is ultimately the thing he cares about in all this. I hope Wanda drops a house on him.
Hmmm.
Quit suggesting I watch Age of Ultron next, Disney. It’s not happening. 
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darling-i-read-it · 4 years
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Movie Night
Billy Loomis x reader
Word Count: 900
Warnings: talks of murder, serial killers, horror movies, 
Author’s Note: i don’t know if I would call this super fluff but its fine because i ended up liking the way that it turned out. Watch me drop in bundy knowledge anywhere I can 
Requested: by anon, Do you think you could do a Billy Loomis doc please? Also I really love your Christian Bale/Batman fics.... they’re sooo good 😂❤️ A fluff for him please xx
Summary: the request
Genre: fluff
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 
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High school was a weird time for everyone involved. For the teachers who spent their whole lives stuck in the classroom walls to the children who wanted nothing more than to leave them (until a select few become the wretched teachers themselves). As for Billy Loomis he had more than high school on his mind. 
He was constantly in a mind battle with himself as he thought of the ups and downs to murder.
Not a typical high school thought process but hey, what can he say for himself. He watches a lot of movies with murders.
You were strikingly similar in a way. You enjoyed a nice horror movie and prided yourself with your knowledge of killers. He admired that. He was never one to go for the real guys themselves but having you beside him amped up the knowledge of what he may need in the future. 
You were interesting in the way that he was weird to most. 
And he liked you.
You stood beside him in the movie store. He was looking over things to rent while you looked around, a lollipop between your lips. Randy was watching you from the other side of the store. He worked there of course and he saw you and Billy come and go. He admired your love for movies as a couple but he couldn’t help but watch and stare as the two of you live in the horror/serial killer section.
Randy walked over, staunt in his step.
“Need any recs?” he asked. You sucked on your lollipop and then popped it out of your mouth.
“Sure Meeks. Whatcha got?” He moved between you and Billy and you made eye contact with each other. You shared a look that read ‘this outta be good’ and watched as Randy pulled out a movie.
“How about this? Okay depiction, halfway decent acting.”
Randy pulled out the 1986 movie ‘The Deliberate Stranger’ and Billy couldn’t help but laugh. 
“You’re going to show her a Bundy movie and act like she hasn’t seen it?” 
“It’s like handing Billy Halloween and asking him if he knows who Michael Myers is. Valiant effort though, I think we’ll just stick to the Candyman for the sixth time.” You put your lollipop back in your mouth and Billy got the tape.
Later that night you were on your second Halloween movie, sitting beside him on his bed. Any other girl would have been pinned down but you were having a discussion and there was no time for sex if you kept going like this.
“I’m just trying to tell you, while Halloween 2 didn’t have the best outcome simply because it wasn’t the original but it isn’t objectively a bad movie,” you said loudly. Jamie Lee Curtis was currently being chased around the hospital but you were too busy talking to watch her. Plus the two of you had seen this movie enough times.
“You can’t say that. You have to get out of my home.” 
“Billy, if this movie came out first without the prior one you would still call it a classic.” He shook his head.
“No I wouldn’t because the way they set up Laurie in the first movie is vastly different-”
“But that doesn’t matter because in this scenario Laurie is set up this way.” 
“There would be no babysitter trope. It’s like taking Crystal Lake out of Jason.” You scoffed.
“Vastly different. This is the same neighborhood.”
Billy and you stared at each other and you could tell that he was fuming. You smiled and shrugged.
“How can you be so nonchalant?”
“Because you’re my boyfriend and I like having these talks to annoy you.” He shook his head and kissed you, hard. You laughed, pulling away as he climbed over you. There was an ease to you and Billy. If you could count how many times Halloween Two played the background noise to your relationship.
“You’re on thin ice,” he muttered. You shook your head.
“You could never get rid of me, even if you tried.”
“Is that a murderous stab at a joke?”
“Is that you trying to reveal my thinly veiled threats?”
“Yes,” Billy said with a smirk. You smiled and patted his chest.
“There he is.”
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Hi.....If you don't mind me asking who are your top 10 fav anime couple (don't have to be canon)? And why you like them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....
I just saw this ask and i nearly forgot about it, so sorry for the very late replay.
My top 10 couples switches a lot, but if I had to pic 10 current ones I would go with these:
1. Ash x Eiji (Banana fish)
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They are just perfection. I know they are soulmates, but the way they healed each other in a way no one else would have been able to, is just so precious to me. They came from different worlds, but they fell in love despite it. Nothing will ever top the love I have for these two.
2. Yusei x Aki (Yu-Gi-Oh 5ds)
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This is my favorite couple from any Yu-Gi-Oh series. I just love that Aki was such a powerful female lead and had a very good arc the first 2 seasons. They helped each other grow - Yusei taught Aki that not all people are afraid of her and that she could have friends who would have her back no matter what and Aki taught Yusei that he didn’t have to shoulder things on his own and that she believed in his decisions.
The next ones are under the cut.
3. Erza x Jellal (Fairy tail)
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If i could pick any fairy tail couple that I love, it would be jerza. They’ve been through so much together and apart for so long, but clearly pining the whole time, that there was no way that I wouldn’t ship them. I’m glad they seem to be heading in a couple direction in the manga now.
4. Reki x Langa (Sk8 the infinity)
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These two are just the red x blue couple that actually came true. I really think those two were a couple at the end of the anime or at least had feelings for each other. Also it’s the first sport anime with a red x blue couple that went canon, so they will always have a special place in my heart.
5. Naruto x Hinata (Naruto)
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Honestly I liked Naruhina from the beginning, probably because I relate to Hinata so much. I’m quite shy and blush when I take to a person that I like, so I was thrilled to see that she got the guy she loved for so long in the end. 
6. Dabi x Hawks (MHA)
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Okay I know I will get some shit, because of this ship and before anyone comes screaming to me: Yes I know in the canon universe they would be toxic and never work out, but LISTEN the potential they would have if a small factor was different is insane!! If Dabi would be a hero they would be no doubt working together for a lot of cases and if Hawks would be a villian they could join forces to take down hero society. Just so many possibilities, because in the core they have nearly the same trauma about having parents who neglected them and used them for their own goals instead of letting their children thrive. Also Enemies to lovers is an amazing trope.
7. Buck x Eddie (9-1-1)
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No clue when buddie started to grow on me, but I just love their dynamic from Enemies (on Buck’s side) to friends to best friends to co-parents to maybe lovers? I like how they built a litte family unit together with Eddie’s son Christopher and they are just so good for each other. Buck is what Eddie needs and the other way around. I could write a meta on this two and their dynamic and I really hope the show will make them canon eventually.
8. Julie x Luke (Julie and the Phantoms)
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What is better than the relationship between a ghost and a girl that bound through music? I can’t think of a lot, but honestly I love that Julie and Luke aren’t immediately drawn to each other, but have to figure out the others past first. Them having similar taste in music and killer voices is just a plus.
9. Yuto x Keigo (Dream festival)
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Okay this is such a niche ship, that no one knows about I feel like and I don’t know why. Their interaction in the anime is amazing. They grow together and learn slowly about the others personality and pasts. Even through there are almost no fanfics or anything, I rewatch dream festival almost only for them.
10. Ciara x Ben (Days of our lives) and Korra x Asami (Legend of Korra)
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I had such a hard time picking No. 10 that I choose two ships that I think deserve that spot. I love Korrasami because it was subtil until the very end of season 4, but it was clearly there and I was so excited when the creaters confirmed it to be canon. I just love how badass these ladys are together and apart, but they are clearly very important to the other and they show that all through season 3 and 4.
Ben and Ciara on the other hand are a classic good girl x bad boy couple, but it was so perfect, because the way they got to know each other for the first time was so dramatic, but genuine at the same time and I know they are the classic soap couple and have a lot of ups and downs, but I know they will always come back to each other because of the foundation they built together.
A few honorable mentions would be: Judai x Johan (Yu-Gi-Oh Gx), Klance (Voltron), Tai x Sora (Digimon), Clarke x Lexa (the 100), Aomine x Kise (KnB), Merlin x Arthur (Merlin) and Serena x Ash (Pokemon)
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