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bakerstreet2018-09-05 06:55 pm
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❝HEAD OVER ♡ HEELS❞
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Perhaps you're the kindest, most love-filled person in the world. Or, on the other hand, you may be a calculating, cold villain. Most likely, you fall somewhere in the middle. But for this meme, everyone in this spectrum has one thing in common: you feel love towards someone. Not a facade, not even lust, but real, true love. This, of course, complicates things, yet your love is all-consuming and cannot be ignored. How To Play:
Prompts: 1. First Love: You've never felt love before, at least not romantic love. 2. Been Burned Before: You had a relationship or loved someone before, and it didn't go well. 3. Fighting It: Nope. You don't want love. Not gonna happen. 4. Confession: You decide not to fight it. Instead, you just want to give in and tell the person, for better or for worse. Good thing they love you back... 5. Courtship: You want to take it slow, so you're doing the dating thing. Awww, how sweet. 6. Do That To Me One More Time: The obligatory smut option. You're using the physical to show the emotional. 7. I Don't Deserve You: You don't think you deserve the affection of the amazing, perfect person who loves you, disgusting and horrible and broken you. 8. Forbidden: It had to be here. You're both members of different factions, species, classes, and so on. But nothing will stand in the way of your feelings unless you let it. 9. Be My Bad Boy: Similar to the above but one of you is "good" while the other is "evil." Despite this, your relationship is just as strong and just as pure as anyone else's. 10. For Your Own Good: We all know the romance trope. One party must leave the other, though they still love them desperately. They must make their love hate them for their own good. 11. Trying to Make It Work: Through good times and bad, you've decided to work together for what you feel, because you know you'll only ever love this person. 12. Back Together: You only had room for one person in your heart, and they were the one that got away. Now, though, you have another chance. 13. I Refuse to Leave: Sometimes, even true love isn't all that good. Sometimes it's destructive and painful, and the person you love isn't the one who's good for you. But they love you, and you can't leave. 14. Keep Your Hands Off!: You have to defend your partner, and you won't let anyone stand in the way. 15. Marry You: You've decided to make things permanent. You're getting married to this person, or whatever other bonding ceremony applies. 16. Doomed: You are seeing this love through to the end, even if you know one of you is dying, being taken away, or otherwise gone from the picture. 17. Wildcard |
dr. june moone | dceu | ota
sun jing | their story | f/f
Michael Corvin | Underworld | M/M
Harry Doyle ( Quantico ) m/m
Keith | VLD | ota
Loki | mcu | ota
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I don't even know, something along that line. ]
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...aaaand illusions make everything better. And by better I mean awful. Terrible. Misery-inducing. ]
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y'all wanted a slow burn get on this level
Which is all to say that May doesn't live alone. It's near alien to her, as a matter of fact, so her taking in a temporary roommate in dire straits isn't out of character...even if said roommate has probably lost "temporary" status as the tragedy that put him out of house and home in the first place pulls closer to its sixth year anniversary. New York's never really recovered from, though, has it? Proof still lingers everywhere, right to the tower that juts into the sky like some testament to an egomaniac's midlife crisis.
Or maybe that's just the distaste towards Tony Stark talking. That talks a lot these days as Peter's gone at all hours of the evening and weekends, leaving May and Luke alone in the apartment.
Luke - Luke is fine. Completely, chronically fine. It's sort of boring, but she can't complain, the normalcy more welcome than it's ever been in her life. At first, he'd kept to himself almost entirely despite her sometimes-messy prodding and Peter's early cautious interest in anyone that wasn't a relative. Again, fine. Understandable given what he'd been through. (What they'd all been through.) Things have changed since then - things always change - and they've all grown closer. Luke's opening up to them because you can't not when you live with somebody for this long.
Something like that, anyway.
His presence, at the very least, is a constant and a subtly appreciated comfort. Perfect for a time like walking in three hours early from the first date she's had in, oh, six-ish years. ]
Well, that was a disaster.
[ Apparently not enough that she couldn't take the leftovers from wherever they'd dined, but the night shouldn't be a total write-off. ]
bwahaha
Although he'd resent the accusation that he had, at any point, been worse, the truth of the matter is that he's had time to reflect. To heal. And there's nothing quite like being faced with the ground-level consequences of your grand actions to make you realize you've made mistakes. Even if manipulation and torture may have led to those mistakes. And even if pride still makes it difficult to admit, even to yourself, that you were capable of being manipulated in the first place.
It had taken time, of course. When he'd altered his face-- just enough to clearly distinguish himself from the maniac who'd destroyed the city without entirely draining his energy with the upkeep --and found a place to hide out, he'd kept to himself. Despite the size and population of the city, he saw the advantage of staying put rather than hopping from couch to couch. And even he knew that the easiest way to ruin his place in this home (which did provide him with his own bedroom, actually) was to keep his head down and his mouth shut. Particularly when he discovered how spirited this woman and her nephew were. No doubt there would be plenty of conflict. Better to live up the "traumatized victim of the alien invasion" facade and keep quiet.
But it didn't last. Although he spent much of his time outside the apartment, supposedly looking for and taking on work, the time he did spend in the apartment...helped. It helped him regain his lost sanity, helped him start to see the possibility for a new life. While he kept his ongoing watch on the Avengers and, perhaps more closely than would be safe, his brother, the honest truth was that he had no actual plans. None beyond contributing to this household he'd somehow found himself in.
An earlier version of himself would have found it all too easy. Claim he's an illegal immigrant with no family, nowhere to go, and this Midgardian woman just takes him at his word. Tutor the young boy in science (though he truly needed little help, something Loki can't help but be impressed by) and cook dinner occasionally and he might as well be one of the family.
But that's just it, isn't it? He...is part of the family. These two Midgardians who he's entirely misled have no reason to pretend at affection for him. When Peter goes for a fistbump on the way off to school, there's no throne he's protecting. When May teases him for leaving books all over his room, she's not trying to engender trust only to betray him. It's all real. He belongs here.
Which he has to assume is why he's so irritated by May going on a date. She deserves companionship, surely, but he's come to understand that a Midgardian woman of her age is not likely to seek anything short-term. She'll be expecting to find a future husband, who will likely end up moving in, or moving May and Peter out, and where would that leave Loki? Loki, who's stopped making plans and started making Saturday morning pancakes?
When she returns, he's seated on the couch, staring at a book more than reading it. A nasty part of him debates ignoring her entirely, pretending he'd been too absorbed to hear her come home, but an even nastier part wants to hear how badly this date apparently went. He glances up, tossing the book aside.]
I wasn't expecting you home at all, so I'm not surprised to hear it. Do I need to sharpen my knives?
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[ Busting his chops is easier than pretending she's shaken up about the evening's turn of events. Cards on the table? She's not broken up that her outing with Mr. Questionable Life Choices from Accounts Receivable in the Office Upstairs flopped hard. Annoyed, she'll give that much. It's an evening down the drain and a waste of half-decent alcohol. Once, she'd cherished nights where she could get out on the town, at first sneaking out the window of the brownstone she'd grown up in until, drunk on freedom only your early twenties could give you, she could leave out of the front door and go wherever she wanted. There's nothing quite comparable to that first step, she's realized.
Except, quite possibly, the relief of coming home after half an hour of godawful lines, botched sports metaphors, and political opinions that are so repulsive she feels the need to call her father and apologize for ever taking potshots at his as a kid. This officially makes her old now, she's past the point of plausible deniability.
Yet she's surprisingly okay with this. ]
But seriously, it's my own fault. I should have known better than going out with an accountant. Remind me never to do that again. [ Somewhere during this lament, she'd popped a toothpick-speared olive into her mouth before coming to stop in front of the island that separates the den from the kitchen and resting her arms on the marble countertop.
After a moment's better consideration, she adds: ] No offense to all accountants, just that guy and especially that guy.
[ She deserves any wickedly dry remarks Luke might throw her way, given that he usually has some up his sleeve. It'd be a marked improvement on the banter she's suffered through tonight, more in line with what she wants.
...not that she's sure, exactly, what it is that she wanted - wants - when it came down to accepting the invitation from that douchebag. Or any date request, in all actuality, a social bramble she's managed to escape deftly by simply ignoring most of them. A few of the bolder work colleagues have gingerly suggested that it's been years since...- and they'd always pause there, so polite, and she'd always want to scream since Ben was killed because not saying it doesn't make it less real - so shouldn't she at least go on a date or two? Would it hurt to see if somebody's out there? The friends she'd known long enough for tact to be pointless lob an even more direct question: "do you want to be alone?"
She doesn't. Only she wants someone who's just there, no matter how that's not the way this works.
Mostly, she wants someone who could care about Peter, too.
As always, it's not too long after her arrival that her eyes have fallen to the short hallway that leads down to the apartment's second bedroom. ]
Hey, you haven't seen Peter around tonight, have you?
[ The expression that's pulled her lips into a tight grimace falters, only for a second. ]
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Or at least it looks that way. Truth be told, as soon as Peter had begun acting out of character, Loki'd taken it upon himself to investigate. Once he'd confirmed Peter was, to the best of his estimation, doing the "right thing" with the powers he'd been given, it'd simply been a matter of exerting the effort to enchant the boy with a little extra protection. Luckily, this was easy enough to maintain with their "fist bump" ritual. And if he happened to include a magical "bug" so as to catch any conversations the boy had with Stark, well, that was simply another way of keeping him safe, wasn't it?
But he's agreed with Peter's assumption that it is better to keep this all from May. Given their short lifespans and weak bodies, Midgardians are understandably protective of their offspring. But it seems as if they sometimes go too far, preventing their young from truly having any sort of lives of their own unless they wish to completely abandon their families. As he struggles with his own conception of family and parentage, he can't help but see Peter's new abilities as a chance for him to have the best of both worlds. He knows May would disagree, however.
So he frowns, following her gaze and sighing.]
He's a science geek, May. If he's sneaking off, it's likely to see a girl. Or boy. Though given the few times he's forgotten to clear his search history, I'm leaning towards girl.
[He stands, crossing to take her leftovers from her before she even realizes his hand has shot out to grab it.]
Thanks.
[He starts opening up the packaging on the island and gestures vaguely.]
So, this accountant isn't worth murdering, but I take it he isn't worth seeing again either?
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[ Michelle's her name, May thinks. She'd seen her elbow that kid who's waaaaaay too cocky for trivia bowl when he'd been giving Peter a hard time. It wouldn't hurt for Peter to have somebody like that in his corner.
Apparently, however, Luke's assertion that Peter's probably just participating in a time-honored teen tradition and not off, you know, doing something ridiculous like vigilantism is enough to assuage her worries for now. Not that she could stay too serious, given the smirk that plays on her lips as he snatches up the styrofoam doggie box in her hand. The wrinkles that grew taut around her eyes disappear as her jaw slacks, her shoulders slumping as she leans over the island and closer to Luke. ]
No kidding, hand to God: he did the thing where you spread the one dollar bills along the table so the waitress can see them. [ As she explains, she uses her leftover-free hand to mock the bizarre idea, fingers spreading on tile. Her stance shifts; she's taken off one of her high heels. ] He tells her that he's going to take a dollar off her tip for every screw-up. His huge five dollar tip, what a loss. Who even does that?
[ Color her somewhere between unimpressed and disgusted.
When Luke gets the top off of her takeout box, Italian nestled inside, she nods her head towards it. ]
I can heat that up for you if you want. Mostly because I want some, too, to finish this date with myself.
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He slides the food towards her so she can heat it up, then leans his head on one hand, elbow balanced on the counter.]
Sounds like you're finishing this date with me. Wouldn't Mr. Accountant be scandalized?
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She's another step out of her shoe and reaching up into the cabinets to get a microwavable plate when she glances over his shoulder at his retort, her eyebrows raised in more amusement than scandal herself. ]
But you're gonna let me break your streak? Not sure if I should be flattered or hesitant to ruin that for you.
[ In her relatively unique position to know it's not always a good idea to poke the adult-dating bear, this is the first time she's breached the subject of his apparent dry spell. He's never brought anyone over as long as he's been here or mentioned seeing somebody. She's wondered, of course, about it - is he gay, straight, uninterested, pining over what went south before the attack turned everything sideways? - yet never went further.
It's not like it matters, anyway. He's family all the same, and he deserves whatever shred of privacy he wants for himself in that arena. Far be it for her to tell him one way or the other.
...yeah. ]
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Oh, flattered, obviously. Getting to deflower me like the trembling maiden I am. Do be gentle.
[With a wink, he returns to the living room. He's happy to flirt-- always has been, honestly --and it isn't like they haven't before. Much to Peter's annoyance and discomfort, usually. But he knows better than to get involved in that way. He's made a home for himself here, and there's no safety in a home with love running that deep. Especially with people like...well, the both of them. May, a widow who lost her husband young enough to still have him on a bit of a pedestal. Loki, a (semi-)reformed maniac with intense identity issues. It would be catastrophic even if he wasn't living here. Even if it hadn't been years.
Loki looks back to her as he grabs the TV remote. It has been years, hasn't it? And yet she still looks so...well. Impressive, for a Midgardian in her phase of life. Particularly considering what she's been through.
Glancing back to the TV, he asks:]
Is "Netflix and chill" just a euphemism or can we just watch Netflix? And chill?
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[ Speaking of lines, she's never had the desire to cross any with her houseguest-turned-permanent-fixture, despite his being handsome. Handsome's right, in an understated way she's still good at sniffing out in people...to Peter's flat-out dismay, only amplified by her propensity to less flirt than just go with it even when it happens to be aimless flirting. Oh, and she has to give it to the guy: he can be charming, despite his more than occasional bluntness and tight-lipped tendencies.
The reliability's around the house is a plus, and being good with Peter is important -
If you put all the pieces of the puzzle together, you're left with something like a live-in boyfriend without the boyfriend part. Without the messy parts. This simultaneously explains a lot and is weirder than she'd prefer to deal with when it comes to unpacking. So - she doesn't...think about it that much? Besides, they really wouldn't work any other way.
She doesn't want them any other way.
Two bowls successfully fetched, she's doling out food for a promised Netflix binge. ]
At least this did remind me why I really don't do dating, as a rule. Learn from my mistakes, by the way.
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He takes the bowl. As he digs in, he leans back into the couch and starts looking for something to watch.]
No worries, there. I've already learned that "dating" is overrated. I sincerely doubt it's a "date" that you need, anyway.
[Goodness, is there nothing worth watching on this thing already? He can't have exhausted all of Midgard's worthwhile entertainment.]
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And what is it, exactly, [ She says, sliding next to him and worming a pillow between them with her hip. ] that I need?-
[ Her chin on her shoulder, she tilts her head down to take him in. ]
- aside from finally finishing Stranger Things and swearing to wear only sensible shoes for the rest of my life?
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And it's not that he can't handle rejection or desperately wants her acceptance, but.
Well.
He wonders.
So he sets his food aside. In one firm motion, he twists her in her seat so that her feet are placed in his lap. Hands immediately going to work at massaging her aching heels and arches, he narrows his gaze right onto hers.]
I think what you need is a physical companion. Romance or no.
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But when she notices, her attention is laser-honed.
And while she's not going to turn down a massage that's already gotten her biting her lip, he's not going to escape her regard. ]
I am not doing the booty call thing. Remember lines? Drawn there. [ Placing her food on the coffee table, her hand rests at her ankle, her fingers brushing the edge of his palm. ] Unless...
[ ...and, you know, why not? ]
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And then she reaches out.
Loki glances down at where their hands are touching, then back up at her. His thumb presses into the arch of her foot and he tilts his head ever so slightly.]
Unless?
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[ In others...well, it's never been uncomfortable but it's been less than ideal when things naturally come to a conclusion. She has no (okay, very few) regrets, just things she wished might have gone a hair differently.
She throws him a smile before letting her gaze wander downward. ]
If we went there, [ And there goes any illusion she might not know what he's laying down. ] I wouldn't want to mess up what we have. It's pretty good, right?
[ Ever since Peter's come into her life, she's been trying to get better at this whole "thinking past right now" business. Now, more than ever, she's started to see the value of consistency, too.
Her thumb eases onto the back of his hand. ]
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It is, of course. Getting entangled in that way is idiotic. But fuck, it's been so long. For both them. Don't they deserve at least one night?
He leans closer and raises an eyebrow.]
Of course it's good. But who's to say we couldn't make it better?
Laslow | Fire Emblem Fates | ota