but what if instead of the paladins referring to shiro as “dad”, he was the one who referred to them as “son” (”daughter” in pidge’s case). Like what if they are looking for Keith around the castle and he asks “where is my mullet son” and everyone just explodes p̶i̶d̶g̶e̶s̶l̶a̶p̶s̶h̶i̶m̶
even better if it is a time of crisis and he just screams it at the top of his lungs
A/n: This is actually the first thing I wrote back in February when I
decided to stop just imagining scenarios in my head and put them
down on paper, and it was the first thing I wrote since school
about eight years ago.
Clichéd af but I think sometimes thats what you need! It’s
a sort of au where Bucky is a celebrity for some reason, maybe a
singer, or an actor like Sebastian, but it doesn’t really matter.
Mentions of alcohol, some
angst and crying, but it’s all right in the end!
am. Too early and too late. The street lights burn your eyes as you
lean on a traffic bollard outside the club, tuning out as your
friends attempt to find a cab willing to take a trio of somewhat
drunk party-goers with very little money. Cold hands to your cheeks
startle you, and you find yourself staring into Wanda’s face.
okay?” You nod in answer, smiling softly. The chilly air is getting
to you, and you stand up, wrapping your arms around yourself as you
shiver. She pulls you into a hug, resting her chin on your head, and
rubbing her hands up and down your back. Another set of arms encircle
the two of you, warming you considerably.
do you mind giving me your phone?” Natasha asks you, and you pass
it over without question. “Also, there’s a bench just along here
and I think we could all do with a sit down, come on.”
some good natured complaining about how cold the metal seat is, but
once you’re sat with your legs over Wanda’s and her head on your
shoulder, you’re suddenly very tired.
let me fall asleep,” you mumble at the equally exhausted pile of
limbs you’re twisted up with.
pulling up in front of your new ‘bed’ has you jolting back awake.
You’re alone on the bench, your two friends currently standing beside
it talking with the driver of a very nice Audi that has you frowning
as you try to place it. You sit and raise a hand to your hair in an
attempt to smooth it down, before repositioning your top that has
ride up your body a little too much, the exhausted sound you let out
good, you’re awake,” Natasha grins, pulling open the side door of
the car idling next to you. “Time to go home Sleeping Beauty”.
to get out of the cold, and hearing your bed calling, you stumble up
and slip ungracefully into the passenger seat. You reach for your
seat belt and click it in place before turning to the driver and