that alone should be enough to send your imaginations spinning off to wild places, but that, my friends, is only where our story begins.
it is also something you should know, just in general, in case you happen to encounter darcy lewis.
she’s tazed a god twice, and she goes drinking with thor. on a regular basis.
the first time thor wanted to go drinking after i showed up, lewis was there too. and naturally, if thor was going out so was she. neither of them knew us newbie avengers well yet, but being sociable sort of people, they invited us to tag along. scott immediately agreed, but sam was caught up doing some beta testing in the labs with tony, and said he would catch up when they were done.
so darcy, thor, scott and i went out drinking.
fun fact about thor: it takes him approximately one million alcohols to get drunk, but once he’s there, he likes to sing. preferably epic ballads of victory in battle, but he’s pretty much game for any catchy song that will get a bar excited. that being the case, lewis and thor’s go-to midgardian bar is a karaoke joint.
im sure you begin to see where things are going wrong.
fun fact about darcy lewis? she can also hold her alcohol, but cannot carry at tune. like. at all.
that doesnt stop her from singing, mind you. gotta respect a lady who knows shes terrible but enjoys herself anyway.
scott apparently loves karaoke. i dont know why that surprised me, but it did. even more surprising? hes not actually that bad, although like 90% of his song choices were bruce springsteen. no clue why. anyway, thor was delighted by having a buddy who was not only willing but able to sing with him, and after scott got over his star-struck-ness they had a pretty great time.
it was a good thing that thor and lewis went to that bar on the regular, because im sure any place that hadnt been prepared for them would have kicked all of us out. as it was, they finally booted us out the door after a rousing rendition of ‘wrecking ball’ had most of the bar on their feet. and broke two tables.
(thor apparently settles his tab there in asgardian gold, so no hard feelings from the bartenders.)
the night was young and all of us had enough booze in our systems that we decided to catch a cab back to the tower and see if we could rope anyone else into some shennanigans. thor was buzzed at least, which for thor means his voice is even boomier and his gestures are more expansive–you gotta be ready to duck. scott was drunk, no question about it, and that was probably why theyd wound up singing wrecking ball in the first place. scott’s a cheerful if floppy, “ i love you, i love all of you guys, i love everyone in this bar ” kind of drunk, and was mostly travelling by merit of being wrapped around thors bicep. i was a little buzzed myself, and lewis had had nearly as much as i did. remarkably, she seemed to be chugging along pretty well, some weaving and slurring aside. the lady lives up to her god-tazing reputation.
anyway, we got out of the cab at the tower and started making our way to the doors. scott had partially detached from thors arm and needed extra support, so i was helping keep him from capsizing while lewis trailed a few steps behind the three of us, making color commentary of our three stooges act.
and then out of nowhere, she just…yelled.
all three of us whipped around as quickly as three drunk superpeople can, just in time to see darcy lewis dish out what looked to be a pretty dang textbook perfect roundhouse kick to the chest of some poor guy.
the guy went down. lewis went down too, because the kick had totally overbalanced her. thor and i dropped scott and ran over to help.
which was when sam sat up and said ‘that was a hell of a kick’
because apparently hed finished up his testing and gone out to catch up with us, made it partway down the block to call a cab, then saw us getting out of our taxi. he jogged back–not being particularly stealthy, but we were drunk–and put his hand on lewis’s shoulder to get her attention.
lewis, having pretty poor vision even sober, and worse vision when drunk and without her glasses, just saw some big male figure who’d popped up out of nowhere and grabbed her by the shoulder.
so naturally she kicked him in the chest.
she apologized profusely, but the rest of us thought it was pretty funny. and sam was impressed the next morning when he discovered that she’d left a visible footprint on his chest.
darcy insists she has no idea why she did it. or where she learned to kick like that.
the rest of us have just chalked it up to mysterious darcy lewis powers.
(Okay this is a bit lame and I didn’t present it well enough for some to understand, but it’s based on a true story)
Basically this happened while I was going through the Emerald Graves map, there’s an area where a chest is located on this small platform and the only way to get to it its by crossing a narrow ass plank. I made sure to command my team to hold their position so they don’t follow me while l carefully cross over
Not only the chest kicked me in the face with its Anitva Dagger, but somehow either the game glitch or my team didn’t register the command - showed up right in the middle of the plank, walking on it like it was nothing
lance feels a soft pang in his chest whenever keith’s around (a good kind of soft pang) and he’s felt it since their days at the garrison
*lance is sitting at his desk, a little bummed because keith hasn’t shown up yet*
keith: (suddenly runs into the classroom, late, adjusting his uniform and nodding at the instructor) sorry. i, uh, got lost. (walks over to his desk right in front of lance and sits)
lance: (feels it) (tries not to smile as he absentmindedly taps his foot against the leg of keith’s chair)
*lance gets on a lift, on his way to the next class*
keith: (running up the corridor) hold the elevator please!
lance: (holds the door until keith gets on) (feels a gentle pain in his chest again as keith stands beside him) hey again
keith: (glancing at lance briefly, not seeming to recognize him) hi (runs a hand through his hair)
*lance is sitting in the commissary, waiting for hunk*
keith: (suddenly walking up to him with his lunch) is anyone sitting here
lance: (looks up) uh (his chest kicks) um, yeah. sorry. i’m just, waiting for my best friend.
keith: oh. okay. (sits a few tables down instead)
lance: (internally screaming)
*much later, after kerberos, when lance sees keith again, for the first time since keith dropped out*
hunk: are you sure?
lance: (running towards the crash site of shiro’s alien ship) oh, i’d recognize that mullet anywhere! (that old ache in his chest is back) (he doesn’t even hear pidge ask ‘who’s keith?’)
*much much later, when they’re fighting the cube on olkarion*
lance: (after keith un-freezes his lion with a heat ray) thanks keith!
keith: you got it!
lance, internally: …there’s that feeling again
*when keith purposely crashes his defense drone into lance’s just to provoke him, when keith pries open the elevator door and says he just so happens to be going to the castle pool at the same time as lance, and before all that when keith throws the soft asteroid at lance’s face, smiles at him, and asks “like that?”*
lance, internally: WHAT THE FUCKKSJD (the ache is there every time, and only seems to be getting worse)
you get the idea
lance will worry a lot about keith too, especially because the dude is such a hothead
sometimes he’ll even try to get keith to chill out before keith acts on impulse (keith rarely listens, but still)
ex. when keith is ready to run in and bayard his way into a hangar guarded by galra sentries (in ‘return to the balmera’) and lance tells him to ‘cool his jets’
ex. when keith says he’s gonna go check out those ‘giant containers’ at the galra base (in ‘collection & extraction’) and lance is like ‘how about you don’t blow our cover? keith, think about what you’re doing … don’t walk through that door!’
ex. when keith decides to try & take out zarkon head on (in the s1 finale) and lance is like ‘what? we’ve got to stick together!’
lance will also check in occasionally to make sure keith is okay, but he’ll do so mockingly (so he doesn’t come across as like, concerned or anything)
ex. when lance first flies the blue lion (in ‘the rise of voltron’) and he turns to keith and is like “oh, are you scared?” and keith is like “with you at the helm? terrified.”
ex. when they’re practicing on the training deck for the first time (in ‘some assembly required’) and lance is like “you keeping up over there keith?” and keith is like “just concentrate on keeping me safe”
ex. when coran has them flying blindly towards the ground in their lions (for training purposes) and lance is like “you still going keith?” and then asks “you gettin scared?” and keith is like “i’m not scared!!” *crash* (also in ‘some assembly required’)
sometimes (when pidge doesn’t let him borrow her headphones and he can’t fall asleep listening to music) lance will hear keith’s door open in the middle of the night (cause their rooms are right next to each other) and he knows keith is probably heading to the training deck again to blow off some steam
he’ll always consider walking out there to go check on keith, or maybe even talk to keith, or at least ask if he’s having a rough night
but he never does
keith’s the one who eventually knocks on his door and asks if he’s still awake
I think in a sense, you always love someone, I don’t believe that any amount of distance, silence or time can break the bond between two hearts. I believe that once you find love with someone, that stays with you - forever. But the hard truth of that is, forever is infinite and that means they can treasure your love and kiss your lips until their very last breath, or.. the version we’re most familiar with, they can rip your heart right out of your chest and kick it to the curb without even giving your eyes a second look. And that my darling, is the harsh reality of love, it’s infinite. Whether you want it to be or not, it never goes away once you find it.
Hiii the story you wrote about Andrew and Neil that I asked for awhile ago was awesome even though I know it was a hard one. I was wo dering if you can do 98 about Ronan and Adam?
(that is SWEET and also I bastardized your prompt a little >:))
98: “I want to thank you for putting up with me. I know that I’m not the easiest person to get along with.”
He’s locking up the repair shop with his arms full of backpack and keys clamped between his teeth when someone honks behind him. He startles so hard that everything landslides down onto springy wet grass.
“Sorry!” Gansey calls, head popped outside of what must be the pig, if Adam could see past the dizzy glare of the headlights. “I’m in a bit of a hurry. You’d better come sit down.”
Adam breathes deep, mentally slicing his evening into pieces like he always does when an expensive car rolls up and his name is called. He stoops over to gather the textbooks spilling out of his bag, the scatter of his few precious pens and his bike lock.
When he looks up, Gansey’s switched on his high beams to passive aggressively hurry him along. He slows down a little out of halfhearted spite.
Adam tucks his backpack through the headrests to the backseat and then leans into the front of the car to look at Gansey expectantly. He’s making a face that’s about as close to a grimace as a Gansey can get.
“Ronan ran away.”
Adam blinks. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Gansey breathes. Adam feels his newborn worry ebb and blink out.
“Well he’s at home, then. He’s not going to run far from the Barns.”
“That’s what I’d imagined, but he’s nowhere on Lynch property. Blue and I went on a merry hunt all afternoon.”
Adam feels his chest kick and fight and try to make a scene. “And you didn’t tell me until now?” He hates that his voice sounds like the raw insides of undercooked meat, like he’s delicate and bloody.
“Well we thought it was fixable, and you were at work—“
“I’m always at work, Gansey, and it’s never deterred you before. If my— if Ronan really did disappear—“
“He did,” Gansey says emphatically, and Adam frowns.
“Knocked on my door at 6 am this morning holding this.” He produces a sheet of torn off looseleaf from his breast pocket and hands it to Adam gingerly.
Adam unfolds it.
Tell Adam I’m sorry.
He looks up, swallowing. Gansey’s watching him closely, obviously trying to gauge a response.
“At least he’s started apologizing,” he says weakly, a thin needle of hurt pinning his words together.
“It doesn’t seem like he’s starting anything,” Adam says, his anger and worry taking each other by the throat. “He’s giving up.”
“I think,” Gansey says, “that he’s very bad at grieving.”
“No one’s good at grieving. Not that you’ve ever had to know.”
Gansey recoils. He has a flighty look on his face like he would very much like to abandon this conversation if it weren’t taking place in his most prized possession. “I’m not the one that left, Adam,” he says pointedly, and Adam swears, apologizes, and climbs into the passenger seat.
“Take me to the Barns.”
Gansey looks at him sideways, and Adam would have the pity in his eyes for a punching bag. “He really isn’t there.”
“I know,” Adam says impatiently, “I’m going to steal his car.”
NOTES: Well, ended up throwing this together for V-day after all, short and sweet.
It was laughable that he was upset, really. Victor even almost berated himself for it, for packing as close to what he would call a tantrum as what a grown adult who was heir to one of the biggest criminal groups in the world could be.
People steered well clear of him today, they did what he asked, they didn’t argue, they didn’t fight back. He’d woken up in a foul mood, eaten breakfast and done his work out in the freezing cold in an even worse mood, and it’d soured as the day wore on, it was only lunch time.
They could be walking down a crowded street, or standing in a roaring stadium, or sitting in the cardiology unit of the local hospital, and Cas would easily know which thumping beat belonged to Dean Winchester.
Summary: You’re a cold hearted, remorseless hunter who’s after a witch. When you unintentionally save Dean Winchester’s life, you shoot him. He finds out you’re staying at the same motel as him and Sam later that evening, and then you guys do..things.
wtf kind of summary is that
Request: hey! so i just saw the requests are open.. ive been thinking about some dean x reader smut/fluff stuff inspired by bad woman by motörhead, it just fits perfectly! if you find it inspiring aswell, id love to read a fic about it! youre amazing :) love!
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: SMUT, Oral (female and male receiving), over stimulation, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, language…I think that’s it?
“Sam?!” Dean whispered as he stalked around the old cabin. Sam and Dean had been separated outside by something, and Sam was out in the woods somewhere.
The cabin was dark, dank, and no one good had stayed there in years. This witch was supposedly here, but it was quiet, very quiet, and the witch was still nowhere to be found.
That was until Dean tripped a wire, and the witch burst through the doors, absolutely pissed that her home - if you could call it that - was being invaded. By a hunter nonetheless. The witch held out her arms, flinging Dean across the room. He hit the fireplace before hitting the floor.
“Bitch.” He groaned as he rolled around, trying to stand up. He held up his gun to shoot, but it wasn’t his gun that went off. He jumped at the sound of another gun shooting and the sight of the witch falling to the floor.
“Sam?” he stepped forward and looked around, thinking it must have been his brother that shot the witch. But as he rounded the corner, he was surprised to see you standing there.
“Hey, uh, thanks.” Dean said as he rubbed the back of his neck, taking you in. You were gorgeous. Long flowy y/h/c hair, striking y/e/c eyes, paired with skinny jeans, knee high boots, and a leather jacket zipped up just enough to give Dean a nice look at your cleavage.
“Don’t thank me,” you spat out, “I wasn’t trying to save you. That witch bitch just needed killing.”
Dean was taken aback at how cold your words were. He thought you must’ve been one of those mean, loner hunters him and Sam came across sometimes. But there was something different about you.
He looked you up and down, his eyes trailing across every curve on your body.
“Ugh, fuck you.” you spat out before you raised your gun and shot him, the bullet just grazing his arm and knocking him on his ass. You didn’t take well to being gawked at.
Request: i. need. s ome sports supportive reader x archie. like wearing jersey to school on game day, wearing his jacket, cheering him on from the sideline. yelling at his coach when he yells at archie. just owningit. being cute. being supportive.
“That’s my jersey.” You turned, a wide smile on your face as your eyes met Archie’s.
“Yeah!” He smiled right back.
“You look better in it than I do…” He teased, hands coming down on your shoulders.
“You said it.” You turned back to your locker, blowing your hair out of your face.
He leaned over to your ear. “You coming to my game tonight?”
“Am I coming to your game tonight?” You asked mockingly. “Of course I’m going to your game tonight.”
“Can you not yell at Coach this time?”
“Listen you made a great pass, and he had no right to yell at you for that,” you defended yourself. “It’s not your fault he couldn’t run it.” Closing your locker, your brow crinkled in anger. Archie laughed. “I’m still pressed.”
He swung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side as you two walked next to each other down the hall towards your class. Grinning, Archie replied, “I know you are, babe.”
The game was typical. The Bulldogs were crushing, and you’d like to think it was solely because of your beautiful boyfriend. You’d catch his eyes every once in awhile from the sidelines, smiling widely to show support. “Go, Arch!” You’d yell whenever he had the ball, always finding his small grin under his helmet.
“Hey!” You turned, narrowing your eyes at Coach Clayton. “L/N, I’d tell you to get out, but you really help him play better. So, I’ll just ask you,” he leaned in close to your ear. “To stop! Screaming! In my ear!”
Eyes wide with surprise, you coughed slightly. “Strong lungs you got there.”
“See you two are getting along better today,” Jughead commented sarcastically over the fence. Raising a bright blue jacket, he pushed it over towards you. With it’s blue and gold color scheme, bold R on the breast, you knew exactly what it was. “Archie told me to go and grab it from his house for you. Said it would be cold.” You reached forward to grab it from him, tugging it over his shoulders. “Look at you two. So eighties coming of age movie.”
Out of nowhere, the crowd suddenly roared in disgruntled, surprised noises. They resembled a crowd booing, but less angry, more concerned. The three of you had been distracted from the field for a moment, however you didn’t have to see the field to know that something had happened.
You turned, seeing the ref angrily blowing his whistle. You noticed the letters on the scoreboard change. 34-31. While the Bulldogs were still winning, it was the fourth quarter, and this score was too tight for comfort.
“Time!” Clayton called angrily, waving his arms in the air and pulling the team into a huddle. You leaned against the fence next to Jughead.
“You think it’s because you weren’t watching him for two seconds?” He joked, elbow nudging your padded shoulder.
“I mean you’re kidding but… It means a lot to him.” You frowned.
Jughead sighed. “Never thought I’d be friends with a quarterback.”
“Never thought I’d wear a letterman’s jacket. Yet here we are.” Archie’s eyes lifted from the heads of his teammates to meet yours. “For that goofball.”
“One second, Coach,” he murmured, taking steps over to you.
“Hey, baby,” you said softly, “You alright?”
“Yeah, just stressed,” he sighed.
“You guys got this,” you assured him. “You need anything?”
“Just you, here,” he answered softly. “I like the jacket.”
“It’s warm,” you nodded. He smiled, pulling on the thick fabric to bring your lips to his. You pulled back, scrunching up your nose. “You stink.”
Archie lightly punched your shoulder. “Hey.”
“Hey, you know what. You go out there, you kick ass? I’ll cuddle you tonight regardless of whether or not you shower.” You leaned forward, kissing him one last time, before lightly pushing his chest. “Go kick some ass.”
Summary: You’re the one who is always picked on, almost every day, and you’re so sick and tired of it. Nobody helps you, until one fateful day.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (ALTERNATE UNIVERSE)
Word Count: 3,109 Words
Warnings: Bullying, fluff, angst, a bit of violence and gore, sappiness
A.N: I’m always one for women standing up for themselves, but this idea just came to me and some standing up happens in the end. I swear I normally don’t like ‘damsels in distress’ but this story just happens to have a reader character a bit like that. Sorry.
life. Specifically, you hate school. No, it isn’t all those tests and
assignments that teachers wanted you to do all the time, because despite those
being an absolute pain, it definitely isn’t the worst thing you endured. You’re
actually a reasonably smart person, and you find classes relatively easy.
However, outside of classes…things are pretty terrible.
“I was hoping you’d come find me,” he smirked as you peered your head into his bedroom.
“Yoongi… Why’d you disappear? Everyone is here to see YOU after all,” you scolded, shutting the door behind you.
“I’m bored with them. It’s you I want to see, baby”.
His signature ice cold, menacingly mysterious demeanor was in full swing as he sat on the edge of his bed, eyeing you up and down. He paid special attention to the way your dress hung drastically off your shoulders.