i might to ones for the rest of the team

Honestly, I think Rip might not actually mind Zari’s attempt at “hacking” history.

I mean, it actually requires paying attention to history and keeping track of the effects of their decisions.  And that’s something we rarely see from the rest of the team even when they’re being “responsible”.

And well, Zari isn’t the one collecting historical scientists to utilize their intellect, MARTIN.

Lance: (lying down on the floor, smiling)

Pidge: what are you doing?

Lance: stargazing

Pidge: what? But we’re indoo— (looks up at the ceiling, which is covered with pictures of Hunk) oh. (Lies down next to Lance) don’t mind if I do

Lance: (nods)

Keith: (walks in) hey guys what are you doi

tldr: Lance is perfect for the Red Lion because he fills Red’s role as the right-hand for Keith in a way Keith never did for Shiro.

I always wondered why The Black Lion’s wings were red, but after seeing Lance as the Red Lion and Keith as Black it makes a lot more sense to me now. 

As we know, Red becomes the right arm/hand of Voltron. However, it wasn’t until this season that Red’s placement held much significance (at least to me). Originally, I believed, and it was pretty much implied, that Lions chose their pilots based on their personalities. Here’s Allura describing Red:

“It’s faster and more agile than the others, but also more unstable. Its pilot needs to be someone who relies more on instincts than skill alone.”

Keith epitomizes that description completely, so it initially makes sense that he would pilot the Red Lion based on the information we were given at the time. Keith, however, was only ever Shiro’s right-hand in the physical form of Voltron. In all other circumstances, Shiro never really had a right-hand or second. When Shiro was the lead paladin, the team dynamic was more along the lines of Shiro being the leader and the other four following equally. Yes, his bond with Keith is clearly the strongest, and they depend on each other. But often, Keith would make irrational decisions and Shiro would just let him do what he wanted to do, which isn’t something a leader should do. And there was never any guidance or logical support coming from Keith to Shiro. A right-hand/second has the role of not only supporting the leader but of guiding and questioning the leader to keep him on the right path for the team, which is a role Keith almost never filled.

When Alfor created the Lions, he let Zarkon take Black claiming that he was better as Zarkon’s right hand, basically Zarkon’s second:

Since Alfor designed and built the lions himself, I have a feeling that it was intentional that the Red Lion be a second to Black. This brings me back to the wings. 

Considering the aesthetic of the Lions, the wings should be either black or white. It’s even logical that they could be purple, as that’s the color of Black’s light trail. But they’re red, which only makes sense when you consider the symbolism of the wings themselves. Wings support flight. Therefore, I believe that Alfor made the wings red to symbolize the support that the Red Paladin gives the Black Paladin as Black’s right-hand. And as I mentioned previously, there is a responsibility on the right-hand that Keith doesn’t fill. However, while Keith is Black and Lance is Red, Lance very much fills that role, and technically he has since the beginning of the show.

Lance is a thinker. He’s goofy, yes, but his antics seem more and more to be about concealing doubt as we learn more about him. Often he shows doubt in himself like we see when he goes to Keith’s room to talk after Shiro returns, but he also second guesses pretty much everyone’s motives and decisions at one point or another. This is especially seen with Keith. Since the beginning Lance has challenged Keith, at first it seemed to come from a place of immaturity/insecurity:

But later we see him challenging Keith’s choices. Like in this scene from season 2:

While I am sure some of this is still coming from Lance’s insecurities around Keith, he makes a very valid point about Keith’s rationale. As we see here, and in other instances like this, Lance is putting a lot more thought into the choices that Keith is making and calling him out when he truly believes Keith is making a bad decision. This is a quality that a leader wants and, more importantly, needs in a second. And this quality really shines in season 3 when Keith is the leader. Throughout the season, Lance often challenges Keith’s decisions which influence Keith to do better. There are several instances where everyone on the team disagrees with Keith, but it is only once Lance gives his opinion that Keith changes his decision. Like in this scene from season 3 episode 3:

At this moment, everything in Keith is telling him to move forward, but Lance was able to sway his decision. Which leads to the very common Klance tagline that Lance is Keith’s impulse control. Which is true! Lance really is Keith’s impulse control! Although I am sure Keith does not realize it at all because let’s be honest, he’s probably about as self-aware as Zarkon. But it’s not just Lance questioning Keith’s decisions that makes him perfect as Keith’s second. For every bit of doubt that Lance has, he is also just as supportive.

There are so many instances of Lance supporting Keith throughout this season that it is really hard to choose one. For example, when Black first chooses Keith and Lance says he respects Black’s decision or when they are in Keith’s bedroom and Lance claims he came to Keith because “you’re the leader now, right?” But there is one scene that stands above the rest in terms of showing Lance’s support of Keith. From the same episode as referenced before, season 3 episode 3. When Keith finally realizes his mistake of leading the team to Thayserix, Lance doesn’t say “I told you so,” like maybe we might have expected from him in season 1.

Instead, he acknowledges Keith’s mistake, but he doesn’t take the time to scold him about it. He moves on and motivates Keith to go and fix his mistake, which Keith then does. Without Lance, Keith might have destroyed the team as their leader, if not in Thayserix, then eventually. But with Lance’s support, Keith’s leadership becomes much more competent. Lance fills the role of the Red Lion and of the red wings better than anyone else on the team could, and that’s why he’s the best for the Red Lion.

LANCE IS LITERALLY KEITH’S WINGS OKAY LIKE THEY ARE MADE FOR EACH OTHER JFC THESE BOYS WILL LEAD TO MY DEATH HONESTLY

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Stranger Things | 2.06

No one is around. Why do you think I’m with Steve Harrington?

Because I’m sick to death of anyone making Team Cap’s intention during the airport battle about anything other than Cap and company trying to get to Siberia to stop five other Winter Soldiers, here’s some dialogue from the movie for ya…

STEVE: Hear me out, Tony. That doctor, the psychiatrist, he’s behind all this.

TONY: Anyway. Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in. That was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out?

STEVE: You’re after the wrong guy!

TONY: Your judgment is askew. Your old war buddy killed innocent people yesterday.

STEVE: And there are five more super soldiers just like him. I can’t let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can’t.

Then, later…

BUCKY: We gotta go. That guy is probably in Siberia by now.

STEVE: We gotta draw out the flyers. I’ll take Vision, you get to the jet.

SAM: No, *you* get to the jet! Both of you! The rest of us aren’t getting out of here.

CLINT: As much as I hate to admit it… if we’re going to win this one some of us might have to lose it.

SAM: This isn’t the real fight, Steve.

So anyone saying that Team Cap had any drive other than stopping five enhanced Hydra agents from being awakened by Zemo and wreaking havoc, or so they were led to believe, should probably get their ears checked.

Say it with me, folks. The airport battle was not about the Accords. At least not from Team Cap’s perspective.

“That Was All You”: A Black Paladin Lance Meta

Alternatively Titled: Local Girl Digs Heels In So Hard She’s Laying on the Ground. “This Is My Home Now,” She Says.

Listen. Listen. No, I don’t know when to quit. Yes, I have a midterm tomorrow and am procrastinating. Shut up.

Now, since this is going to be long as hell (because I really don’t know when to quit), here’s a quick summary of my argument: 1. we’re building up to a leadership arc with Lance, 2. the pilot of the Black Lion depends not just on Black but on the team, and 3. Keith and Red still have a connection.

Blah blah blah, general disclaimer, I am probably could be wrong, lesgo:

Season 4 episode 6 sees the introduction of a new galra super weapon – a planet rigged to explode and take the whole solar system out with it. Right after destroying the galra stronghold on said planet, the team is suddenly surrounded by giant spire things and have no idea what they are.

And it’s Lance that makes the right call. He’s the one that not only says “hey let’s leave,” but also “and here’s how we’re going to do it.” He looks at this situation, sees a need to distance them from it immediately, and knows exactly who to delegate the task to. 

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Honestly, I kind of have a headcanon of like…

Hunk and Lance are probably the best at taking care of themselves, physically. Even outside of the beauty routine Lance strikes me as pretty health-conscious. It’s just, here’s your leg pilots, they both have clear skin and moisturize and take good care of their hair and it’s nice.

Coran is normally pretty good, but isn’t above overtaxing himself because his workload just… never stops, he’s got to be on top of everything but he knows how to all-nighter responsibly and manage crashes so they’re less of a train wreck. This applies to his grooming as much as his health.

Pidge I think is pretty prone to cutting into sleep or missing meals if unchecked and having a Project. She will at least attempt to offset with junk food if not proper meals- though somebody else has to get the food usually- just waving something under her nose if she’s busy and hasn’t eaten in a while is usually all the incentive she needs to nosh on it. She’s pretty good at taking care of her appearance, though if in part because with the natural curl in her hair if she doesn’t at least brush it out in the mornings she will be eating it all day.

Keith will straight up forget to eat and his nutrition is entirely microwave meals I’m pretty sure if he stretches you can see his ribs through his shirt. He has like really good genes with his hair/skin but pretty much never takes care of it, boy pretty much wouldn’t know chapstick if it bit him and his hands are always beat up and full of dead skin and old scars. The real reason Lance is mad, like listen, dude, no amount of how stupidly naturally pretty you are is going to change the fact that the most demanding thing you do to take care of yourself is brush your hair and wash it like once a month.

Allura is a princess and princesses have expectations to be clean and pretty and proper and she sticks to that, but only so much because she spent her entire childhood as a super rambunctious high-energy kid who pretty much had to do sports and martial arts because that was the only way for her to tire out enough to sleep at night and it just fed her competitive streak. Your body is a temple? Her body is a sports car. She takes care of it because it is hard-won and check out this acceleration. She is here to Get Stuff Done.

Shiro is like a werewolf except instead of a wolf he turns into someone who makes bad life choices. Seriously he seems so responsible and trustworthy and he tries to be but out of the team he has the greatest familiarity with, and is most likely to consume, incredibly dubious caffeine mixtures while he has a headache. He will do things with coffee that Pidge might attempt only once in her darkest moments and regret evermore, only he won’t even blink. This is what the team needs right now. This is the burden of the Black Paladin.

Allura catches him pouring the equivalent of space red bull into his coffee and he just looks her dead in the eye, “Please don’t tell the rest of the team how I live,” and downs it in one go.

anonymous asked:

How would the Karasuno boys act when they have to buy condoms from Ukai's shop, having to look their coach in the eye as they pay for them?

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The only way I could rationalize them willingly buying condoms from Sakanoshita–as opposed to any place else–knowing that their coach is minding the shop is that the team has some crazy bet going on and these are in the event that they are the loser of said bet. Whether or not they’re doing the do and actually need them is entirely irrelevant.

Daichi

  • He’s one of the few who don’t make it weird somehow. It’s just another transaction, right? Not to mention that Ukai’s made it clear to them that whatever they do outside of volleyball is none of his business.
  • It’s not embarrassing until he gets to the counter to pay and has a moment of internal panic that this is very awkward. But Daichi’s a master of keeping his composure while screaming internally all the while, so you’d never know.
    • It doesn’t hurt that he buys a few things he actually needs along with them. But still.

Suga

  • He tries to play dumb when they’re rung up: “Whoops, how did those get in there? Well, I guess I’ll take them anyway. Doesn’t hurt to have some, right?” Cue the forced bashful laughter.
  • It’s clear to everyone within a 5 mile radius that Suga is playing this up too much. Like it’s painful to watch.
  • Once out of the shop, Suga will show no mercy and pelt either the first person who laughs or the person who suggested the bet in the first place with the box.

Asahi

  • He has to buy at least four or five other things along with them in hopes that Ukai doesn’t give the condoms a second thought.
  • Except he kind of just grabs whatever is within arm’s reach in a tizzy without paying attention, so it’s an interesting mix of things.
  • He forgets how to breathe when Ukai rings his things up. You’d think that having his coach be unfazed by all of this would make it less embarrassing, but the contrast in their demeanors makes it worse. 
    • You can bet his s/o will be the one to buy them from now on because he’s scarred for life.

Nishinoya

  • Slams the box down on the counter and looks Ukai straight in the eyes. It’s the only thing he’s buying.
  • Noya’s got a dead serious look on his face the whole time. Coupled with the fact that he’s standing in a power pose, it makes the transaction feel more like a battle of wills than a simple interaction between a shopkeeper/coach and his customer/pupil.
  • Seriously, Ukai is unnerved by this until Noya shouts out a thanks and bows deeply before leaving the shop, and hearing Tanaka’s cry of “Noya-san is so cool!!!” from outside.

Tanaka

  • Tries the nonchalant whistling thing, which makes the whole process more suspect and embarrassing.
  • “They’re for my sister’s…. boyfriend…”
    • He doesn’t know why he went with that excuse. Even if Saeko had a boyfriend, neither of them would bother having Tanaka buy a box for them.
  • Ukai’s, “Good for them, I guess?” does nothing to alleviate any of Tanaka’s embarrassment.

Ennoshita

  • If it’s questioned, he has his excuse of “A prop for the new movie” all ready to go. Although, he’s also worried that unless he can make up a plot for this movie that doesn’t exist (yet), it might be considered a cause for concern that his movies are getting too adult for high school students to be in charge of.
  • Takes five minutes to come up with an elevator pitch just in case before he has to go in.
  • Ukai doesn’t even ask or indicate that he’s buying condoms and Ennoshita–red-faced and stuttering–goes on about some Seth Rogen-esque stoner comedy that he’s working on.
    • “Well, just don’t get in trouble filming something like that. You’re still a kid, after all.”

Narita

  • Can’t stop dropping his change, which is the perfect excuse to physically hide how ridiculous he feels.
  • The transaction from then on can be described as swift, as in the second Ukai hands him the bag Narita takes it and heads for the door with a, “Hm thanks coach see you tomorrow bye!” It’s all in one fluid motion and yes, that goodbye is punctuation-less .
  • Just…never bring this up again. He’d rather forget the whole thing.

Kinoshita

  • He can’t go in alone. He has to do this with at least one other person going into the shop with him, and Noya is the only one who also isn’t embarrassed by this in any way. The other second-years are embarrassed by proximity, so-to-speak.
    • Except Noya gets distracted trying to find his usual ice cream flavor, so Kinoshita has to ride solo at the counter.
  • It’s clear he’s nervous about the whole thing; his whole body is stiff and he reacts to anything Ukai says as if the man is correcting his technique during practice.
  • He does have to keep his eyes on his wallet and money most of the transaction because there’s no one he can look his coach in the eye while buying them.

Kageyama

  • He knows he’s not smart and that everyone knows this as well, so he decides to tackle this issue by using this to advantage.
  • Except he anticipates Ukai will say anything in the first place, and blurts something out totally unprompted..
    • Ukai: “That’ll be–”
    • Kageyama: What do you mean those aren’t water balloons?
  • The following is the most tense five seconds of silence you’ll ever see between these two.
  • He’s so red that Ukai is worried that Kageyama’s head might explode. Or he passes out on the spot, especially because he stops breathing.

Hinata

  • He thinks he can play it cool, but it’s like watching a trainwreck.
  • He suddenly can’t hear anything. There’s so much blood rushing to his head that he can only hear that in his ears. Ukai tells him how much he owes and Hinata keeps repeating, “What?” each time it happens.
    • “Just… take them, alright, Hinata?”
  • Once he leaves the store, his face seems to be stuck in a smile and he doesn’t react to anything anyone says or does to him. His soul has left his body. He’s straight-up astral projecting in front of the vending machines outside the shop. Never make him do that again.

Tsukishima

  • Like Daichi, he also is does not make it weird. The glare from his glasses absolutely helps to hide anything his eyes might give away about feeling like an idiot the whole time.
  • But you could replace the condoms with any other item in the store and everything would be exactly the same about this interaction.
  • The rest of the team is mad because there was no point of having the loser of their bet do that if the loser wasn’t affected by it.
    • But this eventually backfires on Tsukki because guess who Noya and Tanaka have now playfully dubbed, “The Condom King.” He hates it.

Yamaguchi

  • He’s a blend of Suga and Kageyama in this situation: “I thought they were rubber gloves! What? T-those aren’t mine!” (Which one is it, Yams?)
  • Things get worse because the barcode scanner just won’t scan this box and every second feels ten times longer than it actually is during this.
  • At this point he’s just praying that no one else–sans the rest of the boys–has to bear witness to this. If Yachi walked in and saw, he’d probably die.

anonymous asked:

Maybe Dark!Annabeth fighting a child of the big three and she knows that defeating them with physical, raw power isn't possible, so she attacks mentally. She defeats them with words, something Annabeth constantly does throughout the books to her enemies. Making them so angry, distracted, and/or sad that they lose focus and she easily takes the victory.

Annabeth feels him coming before she sees him.

There’s a charge in the air. A gathering static that threatens to strike with every movement she makes, but never quite gets the guts to do so.

That’s Jason Grace for you. Son of Jupiter, chosen of Juno, and just a touch too soft to do what needs to be done. Oh sure, he’ll kill monsters if he needs to, but when the monsters are gods, his solution is to become a priest.

It’s about finding a compromise, he’d said. And making sure that we’re heard.

Annabeth’s finding there are better ways of making noise.

“You got here faster than I expected,” she remarks as he touches down in front of her. She’s perched on the crumbling remnants of a wall that’s thousands of years old. Some small, distant part of her regrets what is about to happen here, but not enough to change course.

“Your pattern’s getting old,” he says. His gladius is out and he holds it warily between them. Annabeth keeps her drakonbone sword at her side. “The others can hold Percy off long enough for me to stop what you’re doing.”

She raises her eyebrows. “You’re the only one coming?”

He tries to hide his grimace, but that’s the danger with fighting your friends. They can read you too well, and a smile curls over Annabeth’s mouth at the confirmation. She hops off the wall, landing lightly on the dirt.

“What made you think I’d be at Pompeii?”

Lightning crackles in the sky overhead, raising the small hairs at the back of her neck. He nods at the scaffolding in the distance, empty of workers this early in the morning. It’s a grim dawn, about to get darker.

“No tourists today. You might’ve turned against the gods, Annabeth, but you’re not a murderer.”

Isn’t she? Annabeth has lost count of the number of monsters she’s put in the ground (under the ground). How many demigods died in the war with Kronos? They bleed red the same as mortals, and her hands are as stained as anyone’s.

So are Jason’s, and irritation pricks at her face. She smooths it away with a cool smile, carefully tracking him as he starts to circle her. She has a certain amount of faith in Jason’s willingness to ‘save’ his friends, but she’s not an idiot.

“So I should start picking locations with people if I don’t want you to interfere, is that what you’re saying?”

“That’s obviously not what I’m saying.” His gaze flickers over the ruins stretching behind her. “So this is all rigged to blow, huh?”

“Leo does good work.”

He winces. He can play on whatever friendship the two of them might have had all he likes, but that betrayal is the real knife in the guts and they both know it. Annabeth coerces her expression into concern, the cogs of her brain turning the right muscles to give it the realism it needs. She takes a half step forward, and Jason doesn’t step away.

“He misses you, you know.” Her voice is a soft thing. Caring. “Misses both of you.”

“If he misses us so bad, he should come and see us.”

“You really think we’re going to be welcome at Camp after all this?

“You haven’t killed anyone.”

The yet sits between us, and it doesn’t matter anyway. The gods would be more likely to forgive her if she had killed someone. They could have murdered thousands of mortals and not been struck down, if they’d just done it far away from the last vestiges of godly power in this world.

Gaea had plotted to bring down Mt Olympus, and that’s definitely on Annabeth’s list. But she’s always been a methodical sort of girl, and divine power runs deep. Best to stamp out all traces of it, one relic at a time.

She sighs. “We don’t plan to. You know that.”

“You’re trying to kill the gods!” Lightning cracks again, closer now. It takes more strength than Annabeth wants to admit to to avoid reaching for her weapon.

“And how many times have they tried to kill us? At best they don’t give a shit, Jason, you know that.”

But he’s shaking his head. They’ve had this fight before, all of them, enough times that she could probably just record it for him to save energy. He’s long since stopped listening to sense, and she doesn’t bother with more than a cursory attempt to convince him.

“You’re too late for this one,” she says. “I’m proud of you for getting here before it blows, but you were right. It’s ready to go.”

His grip shifts on his sword. And - there’s something in his expression that prompts her to brace for an attack, because it’s not defeat. This time, she thinks. This time might be the one where I push too far.

It’s sad, sort of, but relief swamps that soon enough. It’s not that she wants to fight old friends, but it would make everything a lot simpler. To just be able to fight, without caring what happens to them anymore. To draw battlelines instead of blurring them

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he growls. “But even if the rest of your team is ready to destroy this place, they’ll stop once you’re a hostage.”

Annabeth laughs. It’s a miscalculation, but she can’t help herself. “The others might. But hell itself couldn’t keep Percy Jackson from me, Jason, and you’re no Tartarus.”

“I can deal with Percy.”

He can’t. She wonders idly if he knows that. Everyone’s aware of Percy’s power these days, but that’s what he’s like with her at his side. Jason, she suspects, still has a little too much optimism left about what Percy’s self control would be like without her. What it would be like if he even thought she was in danger.

“Right, well, that’ll be your mistake to live with.” She squints up at the sky, trying to judge her next play. Being a hostage would accelerate certain things that she’s not ready to set into motion just yet. Most of all, she doesn’t think that Percy is quite as ready to fight the others as she is.

Not yet.

“You made a miscalculation,” she said finally. “You always want to go for the biggest player, Jason. It’s one of your biggest weaknesses.”

“You can’t talk your way out of this, Annabeth.” His body moves, and she can almost trace the lines in the air, the familiar forms he’s about to slide into. “You’re coming back to Camp wth me.”

He lifts his blade, wreathed in lightning. She smells ozone on the air, the threat of violence wafting in behind it. She clasps her hands behind her back, and lays down her hand.

“Where’s Piper, Jason?”

Everything stops. Nature itself holds its breath as those too-blue eyes widen in sheer panic, before narrowing at her.

“Piper’s your friend. You wouldn’t hurt her.”

Annabeth waits. She doesn’t need to say anything. The silence between them does it for her. The even sound of her breathing. The shroud of absolute confidence holding her shoulders straight.

You are not going to take me, her body says, like it’s all a foregone conclusion.

“She can handle herself,” he tries again, and there’s the edge of desperation that she’s been waiting for. Enough to cloud his thinking. He might not think she’s a murderer, but there are other atrocities. Things she hasn’t held back from in the opening numbers of this new war.

“Against Percy?”

That’s a risk. Because they both know that Percy isn’t steady, isn’t stable, that his relationship with Piper had been tenuous at best and that without Annabeth there, his temper might just get away with him. Piper has her Charmspeak, but there are ways around everything if you have enough power.

It’s a risk, because Jason’s anger could always outweigh his fear. He could always take it out on her rather than fly off for Piper. Annabeth is confident in her ability to take him with a sword, but Jason comes with all those bonus add-ons that children of Athena just aren’t privy to.

So she gives him one last push. Just to make sure.

“Tartarus has so many doors,” she says softly. That same quiet concern from before, turned deadly now. “You know we found all of them, right Jason?”

He spits a curse, something in Latin about the gods and what he hopes they’ll do to her. She watches him leap into the sky, shading her eyes against the rising sun until he’s no more than a dot in the distance.

“You say that like they haven’t already done their worst,” she murmurs, before turning back to the ruins.

There’s work to be done.

Everything’s Better with a Beard

Steve x Reader
Smut
WC: 1889
Warnings: Swear words, masturbation, oral sex
Summary: Reader has a crush on Cap and wonders what he would look (and feel!) like with a beard…
AN: I feel like I haven’t been giving Steve enough love lately plus with all the commotion about Cap with a beard, I had to give this a go. Though I will admit, everything is better with a beard…Also, I’m kinda wordy…sorry


It was one of those nights where just the girls were hanging out. It was a rare opportunity and a nice feeling, You were all at various levels of intoxication sitting together around the living room area and conversation flowed as easily as the wine.

“You know, we probably should have made more snacks,” mused Pepper, always looking out for everyone.

Maria and Natasha snorted, “Please,” replied Natasha, “Eating just means less room for wine!” She raised her glass in a toast, “To us!”

Everyone cheered.

“Ugh, what’s with this lumberjack look?” commented Maria, while flipping through the pages of a magazine. “Whatever happened to clean shaven, respectable looking men?”

“Now now,” Pepper scolded her, “Goatees are pretty sexy,” she smirked.

“That’s because a goatee is groomed, but a beard? Yuck,” Maria retorted.

“I don’t know,” you chimed in. “I’m of the personal philosophy that a beard makes everything better.”

Natasha nodded in agreement. “I think some men just suit beards… Though I suppose the true test is if they look good with a beard and without one.”

Maria disagreed, “But beard burn? Eww. I’m a grown-ass lady. I don’t need evidence of my necking.”

You laughed at her, “First of all, how old are you? Who says necking? Secondly, I dunno… there’s something about the roughness of it… All scratchy and manly.” You could feel yourself blushing, as if you had said too much.

Just then, the guys entered the room. You were fairly certain that they hadn’t heard any of the previous conversation. You took a long swallow of your drink, hoping it would cool you off.

The topic of conversation turned to the upcoming mission. You were one of the two remaining behind as your particular skills weren’t needed so you didn’t really pay attention to the conversation. Instead, you casually observed your friends, one in particular, until Natasha elbowed you.

“You’re staring,” she muttered to you.

You felt yourself turn red again. Apparently you weren’t as casual as you thought you were.

Leaning into you, she whispered, “I wonder what Cap would look like with a beard.”

You had often wondered the same thing.

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Time To Fess Up

Originally posted by sherrykinss

Request: for the anon who asked for a “Reid x reader where they are both in the BAU and are in love with each other but haven’t confessed. Reader thinks Reid is in love with Maeve (or someone else, totally up to you) so starts to distance herself and then Spencer confronts her and they both give this romantic, fluffy confession.”

A/N: Ok wow. This one has been sitting in the inbox for quite awhile and I feel bad about that. Finals really burnt me out and then I feel into the worse writing slump that I’ve ever had, but I’m happy to have finished this one and hopefully the slump might be ending! Anyways, this one is probably a smidgen more angsty than I intended for it to be, but it’s cute and fluffy at the end I promise! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: honestly other than some angst and maybe one curse word, there’s nothing to warn you about

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: PG


“No! It has nothing to do with that,” Spencer laughed, resting the phone between his shoulder and head, trying to do his paperwork while continuing his conversation. You sighed in frustration and stirred more coffee into your coffee.  You’d joined the BAU team almost two years ago and had immediately clicked with all of the team members, particularly Spencer. Friendship had led to inevitable feelings for you, but there was one problem. You’d fallen into the friend-zone. This was breaking your heart. (Not Spencer being happy of course, that was the only good thing that had come out of all of this situation.) It was the cause of that happiness that was the source of your loathing. Maeve. Spencer had confided in you about her months ago, when you’d noticed him disappearing four hours a few times a week. You know what, it was fine when she was some disembodied voice on a telephone, but when she became a real person who the team had worked their asses off to bring back from an abduction alive it was your worst nightmare. That was when you’d realized he was in love with her. 

“(Y/N)!”, JJ said waving a hand in front of your face. You snapped out of the trance you hadn’t realized you’d fallen into and shook your head. 

“What’s up, Jayje?” you asked plastering a fake smile on your face. 

“Just bringing you more of those transfer forms that you were asking for,” she replied placing the stack of paperwork on your desk. “So, you’re really doing this huh?” she commented, leaning against her chair. 

“I’ll call you back,” Spencer said quickly hanging up the phone. 

“What’s going?” he asked leaning forward to gain you and JJ’s attention. 

“(Y/N)’s-”

“Late for meeting Morgan at the gym, so you’ll have to excuse me,” you said cutting her off as you stood up. “Not a word,” you muttered in her ear. “Have a nice day, JJ. Reid,” you replied curtly before making a b-line for the elevator. Spencer flinched at the short tone you had used with him and glanced at the stack of papers on your desk. 

“JJ, what was that about?” 

“(Y/N) asked me not to say,” she mumbled, smoothing out her skirt and collected the finished report from the last case that was sitting on your desk. 

“I’m not talking about this transfer or whatever it is you two are doing,” he said, crossing over to her, “I’m talking about why she has been giving me the cold shoulder.”

“Spence she’s not-”

“Please don’t lie to me,” he pleaded, “I just want to know what awful thing I did to make my best friend hate me.”

“Best friend or girl you are secretly in love with?” JJ asked before she could stop herself. “That’s not fair,” Spencer snapped, looking down. 

“Well, my question is still valid although you seem to have found someone who sparks your interest more these days”

“Maeve is just a friend. How many times do I have to say that?”

“A friend who you can’t go one day without talking to for at least an hour?”  

“I value her opinion.”

“There used to be someone else’s opinion you valued above everyone’s and she’s not going to be around much longer,” JJ hinted, subtly trying to clue him in without explicitly telling him. 

“JJ, what are you talking about?”

“Spence, I love you. You know I do, but this is something that you are going to have figure out for yourself or you are going to lose one of the best things that ever happened to you,” she replied, before walking back to her office leaving Spencer standing in the middle of the bullpen more confused than when the conversation started.


“Hey there Pretty Girl,” Morgan called as you strolled into the gym.

“Hey hot stuff, sorry I’m late. I had to discuss something with JJ and then change,” you explained, dropping your gym bag by the door. You’d swapped your usual work attire for a loose tank top, cropped yoga pants, and your Nikes. 

“Not a problem, I’ve got the whole afternoon open,” he replied, leaning against the wall. You laughed and stretched your arms over your head. Other than Spencer, you considered Morgan to be your best friend. “So you gonna tell me what this is really about?”

“Time for a little brush up on hand to hand. The last case was a little too close for comfort,” you lied. In reality, you were looking for an outlet to take out some aggression. 

“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced. 

“Ready? Go,” you said lunging for him in an attempt to derail his train of thought. Derek knew you too well and simply side stepped. You turned on a dime and swung your leg toward his knees. He caught your foot in his hand and shoved you backward. You and Derek had been sparring together since you joined the team, and in that time you’d only beaten him once. In your current distracted state, you had no chance of winning. You steadied yourself and kicked again, this time swinging your leg up to strike his face. 

“So you asking for a transfer has nothing to do with Reid hanging around Maeve?” His question made you freeze up, foot stopping right next to his face, instead of following through. 

“What?” you demanded, still frozen. 

“Your ‘oh so secret transfer’, does it or does it not have something to do with Reid,” he asked, pushing your foot down to the ground. 

“How do you know about that?”

“Did you really think Penelope wouldn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t think she would see it until it was too late,” you grumbled, crossing your arms.

“How long has Hotch been sitting on that paperwork?”

“The first part, a week. I just turned in the rest of it earlier and I guarantee he’s going to hold it as long as he can or until I force him to file it. He’s not happy about this.”

“I don’t blame him. The team is losing a damn good agent and profiler,” Derek replied. 

“The team will be fine,” you insisted, grabbing your bag from where you’d dropped it, “Don’t try to talk me out of this, I’ve already made up my mind.”

“(Y/N), no one wants you to go but we want you to be happy,” he said walking over to you. “I’m just questioning whether or not this will make you happy.”

“I’m happy. It’s just time for a change,” you said slinging your bag over your shoulder. “I have to go.”

“In more ways than one it would seem,” Derek replied, tugging you into his arms, “if you do this, I’m gonna miss you, Pretty girl.”

“I’ll miss you too,” you told him sincerely squeezing his muscular form, “but there is no if. I’m doing this.” You strode out of the gym, shoulders only slumping slightly as you questioned your decision. You sprinted to your car and drove like mad to get home. You were desperate to shake that little seed of doubt that Derek had planted in your mind about your decision before it had time to take root. “Oreo,” you called to your kitty as you opened your apartment door, “I’m sorry I’m late. Are you hungry?” you spoke as you passed through the entry but froze. Spencer was sitting on your couch with your cat curled up in his lap, just purring away. A bowl of popcorn and two beers had been casually placed on your coffee table, while Doctor Who played in the background. “Um, Spence?” you muttered, mentally kicking yourself for giving him the spare key to your apartment. The sound of your voice finally caused him to look up from the book. 

“Oh (Y/N), hi,” he said closing the book and setting it on the back of the couch. 

“What are you doing?” you asked, dropping your gym bag and purse on the ground before heading to the kitchen to start dinner for yourself. 

“Well, I thought since we have the day off tomorrow, maybe we could do movie night?” he asked glancing over at you.

“Movie night?” you snorted, “We only do that when one of us is upset.” You shifted your weight from foot to foot as you filled a pan with water, and you could feel him staring at you. “I’m fine.”

“Clearly you’re not,” he insisted, getting up and walking to the kitchen much to Oreo’s chagrin. She pouted as she hopped up on the counter and sat by her food bowl. You shook your head at her before filling the bowl. “You’re upset about something, there’s talk of some kind of transfer, and on top of all that you’re avoiding me.”

“I am not,” you mumbled, setting the pot down on the cooktop, “I’m just working some stuff out.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s what?”

“C’mon (Y/N), I know you. You don’t do anything without getting other people’s opinions.”

“Spencer, you are the smartest person I know. So why don’t you use that big genius brain of yours, to put all that information together and figure out why I wouldn’t tell anyone,” you said turning to face him. He scrunched his eyebrows up together and you watched as the realization washed over his face.

“You’re leaving?”

“Probably,” you muttered, grabbing a box of spaghetti out of the pantry.

“Why? When? Where?” he asked, trying to deal with the new information. 

“Sex crimes,” you replied, breaking the spaghetti over the pot, “Remember Hotch leant me to them a month ago. Before I left, Agent Tyler told me if I ever was done with BAU there’d be a job open for me in his department and I’ve decided it’s time to move on.”

“But why? I don’t understand. You were happy until like a month ago,” he said, running a hand through his hair. 

“A lot can change in a month,” you mumbled, reaching over and smoothing a hand over Oreo’s fur.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t do that,” Spencer groaned, snatching your hand, “Don’t shut me out when I’m just trying to understand-”

“Well, this is one thing you can understand,” you insisted. 

“Then explain it to me.”

“Not possible.”

“Why? You just said that I’m the smartest person you know.”

“Spencer, please. I am trying not to hurt you.”

“You’re already hurting me by shutting me out, so just say it!”

“I’m in love with you, damn it,” you shouted, tearing your hand away from him and wrapping both arms around yourself. Spencer froze and just stared at you. There was no way that those words had come out of your mouth, no way. Right?

“What did you say?” he asked hesitantly. 

“I’m in love with you,” you repeated still hugging yourself, “and watching you fall in love with someone else is slowly killing me. I can’t do it anymore. You wanted to know, so there it is laid out plain as day. I know it’s my own fault for falling in love with my best friend who could never possibly into me that way, but I did and now that’s something that I’m going to have to deal with. I’m-” you were trying to explain but were abruptly cut off when Spencer took your face in his hands and pressed your lips together. It was your turn to freeze be confused. You settled into the kiss after a few seconds and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I don’t understand,” you muttered as you both pulled away to get some air. 

“Well, I thought that would have cleared some things up,”  Spencer chuckled, pressing his lips against your forehead, “but I didn’t just come here to have movie night. I came here to tell you something that I should’ve told you a long time ago, and now that you’ve expressed a positive sentiment about me this will go much more smoothly for me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, to put it plainly, a few of our coworkers knocked some sense into me in regards to feeling but JJ really hit the nail on the head. She made it obvious that I was being a coward. I was content to watch the girl that had dazzled me and ensnared my heart from the moment I met her go about her life and make connections with other people without ever stepping up and going after what I wanted. Her. I did a lot of thinking this afternoon, and I realized that she was right. I had sat by and watched you live life, date other people, have fun, while I sat on the sidelines content that if I couldn’t be with you the way I wanted to be that I could still be in your life. I could live with that, but what I can’t do is be without you in my life. You make me a better person, inspire me to do things I never would’ve dreamed of doing, listen to me when I ramble or blurt out facts, and so many other wonderful things. I’m in love with you (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I am whole heartedly and undeniably in love with you. So, here I am laying my heart out for you and hoping that, if you’ll have me, you’d be willing to hold onto that heart even though you’ve already had it for quite some time,” he replied, holding you close, smoothing a hand over your cheek and wiping away a tear that had fallen from you eye. You were speechless the confession was so beautiful. Without a second thought, you crashed your lips into his and tangled a hand in his hair. He responded immediately, arms tightening around your waist. “I’m hoping that’s a yes,” he chuckled as you parted again. 

“Well duh,” you giggled and tried to stop the happy tears from running down your face as you brushed the hair away from his face. “I’m sorry I’m crying, I’m just really happy.”

“Happy tears are good.”

“I thought you and Maeve were-”

“Ah yes, that. When it first started, I think she and I were both actually considering a relationship of the romantic variety but we both realized that we were trying to replace other people who we were actually in love with,” he explained. 

“Well, I- oh crap.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I guess I should call Hotch to see if I can cancel that transfer.”

“I think you’re safe.”

“Why’s that?”

“I think Hotch hasn’t actually filed the forms yet. Penelope was snooping through the files on his computer when she found the email.”

“Well, everythign seems to have worked itself out,” you chirped happily, “and seeing as you’re here, still want to do movie night?”

“Absolutely, but first. These are for you,” Spencer said producing a bouquet of flowers from the sleeve of his cardigan. 

“How did you do that?” you laughed, taking the flowers and setting them in the vase on the counter. 

“A magician never reveals his secrets.”

“How on earth did I get so lucky to have you in my life?”

“I ask myself that question every single day,” Spencer admitted and kissed you again. 

Senior year advice and how to make senior year effective

So it’s your senior year in high school and you’re probably super excited for the year to come. You finally get to go to college and become your own person, pursue your dream, or maybe just get away from the bullshit. So here’s some of my best advice to make senior year a good one: 

SENIORITIS WILL HAPPEN

  • There is literally no way you can avoid this. It’s like a deadly parasite that just consumes you. It’s very effective, especially if you’re surrounded by people who have already entered the “fuck school I just want it to be over” phase. 
  • The way senioritis works is, the busier you are, the less it will  hit you. I was a pretty active student year round. I had tennis , our drama one acts in the fall, FFA,  plus work. In the spring semester I had our school play, track, and I joined our FFA vet science judging team (which helped kept me focus ) . 
  • Winter is honestly the only time you should indulge lazyness. Get it out of your system and devote the rest of your school year to being productive

DON’T FILL YOUR SCHEDULE WITH TEACHER ASSISTANT AND OFFICE AID ELECTIVES 

  • The one thing colleges love to see (besides student involvement and volunteer hours) is that you have a REAL schedule lined up for you your senior year. Get classes that apply to what you want to do in college, or find classes that you think you might be interested in. You never know if that could be the deciding point on what you want to do with your life. 
  • Honestly, it’s going to suck when all your friends have relaxing classes most of the day and you have stacks of homework to do your senior year (trust me i’ve been there) but in the long run, colleges will thank you, and senioritis I can guarantee won’t hit you as bad when you’re taking classes that challenge and interest you. 

AP CLASSES

  • This is honestly all preference and knowing your limits, but if you have never taken a AP class your high school career you should probably take one. High school classes are NOTHING like college. AP prepared me more for college and studying then any mandatory classes i’ve ever taken
  • KNOW. YOUR. LIMITS. I only took one AP class my senior year because I knew I would be working and doing a lot of school involvement. Some people liked to make their schedule mostly AP classes because in may when they take their AP exam they just chilled for the remaining of the school. Personally I think that’s a dumb idea, because then you’re just wasting your time for a couple of weeks and it’ll make you want to ditch class, etc. 

APPLYING TO COLLEGE

  • PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD APPLY EVERYWHERE
  • You never know what schools you’re actually going to get accepted to. You may think you have stanford in the bag and only apply to that school. But if you get rejected and have no where to turn but a local community college, your life will suck. 
  • Don’t worry about being undecided,  a lot of people are in the same shoes as you are, and college will understand
  • BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF. When you do those little “why should we accept you essays” you need to write yourself as the shiny little gold nugget that you are. Have confidence in yourself
  • When applying to out of state: you better know your shit. No one is going to help you as much because your councilors only know about local and state colleges. Especially when you decide to go to out of state college, KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING. Always check your emails and follow the college steps like it’s your lifeline or you’ll miss something. 

SCHOLARSHIPS 

  • Just apply to all of them. Trust me on this because I can guarantee you half of your graduating class would have not applied to a single one of them 
  • Don’t be lazy 

“SENIOR YEAR IS THE BEST YEAR OF YOUR LIFE”

  • This is complete bullshit but it also depends on each person
  • Senior year is honestly like every other year but you’re expected to be more of an adult. No one is going to make you apply to colleges and no one is going to make you do anything.
  • Senior year isn’t like it is in the movies, you won’t be partying all the time and not every second of it is going to be perfect. You might lose some friends and some things you love will change. It’s a very emotional and exciting time, make the most of it. 
  • Spend as much time with your high school friends because you’ll probably never see them again. That girl that you’ve been soccer buddies with all 4 year is probably never going to text you again, so make the most of your friends. 
  • Attend all the high school events. It’s the last time you’ll ever be able to do it, so make some memories. 

SOME ADVICE TO FRESHMEN 

  • Don’t be scared
  • you’re going to lose some friends and make new ones
  • but for the love of god get involved. it’s not “cool” to be a slacker. Honestly you’ll have a better experience and things will go by a lot faster.
  • Do your damn homework, it actually counts in high school
  • be nice to your teachers
  • make the most of your high school experience. It goes by faster then you think. 
911 / mr. lonely - peter parker x reader

fandom: the avengers/peter parker

word count: 1335

character pairing: tom holland’s peter parker x reader

warnings: none ion think

prompt: Hey dude I read that cuddling helps you sleep better, you wanna try it out? (taken from this prompt list)

notes: i watched spider-man yesterday and i busted a fat nut bc it was everything i expected and more. the fucking rubble scene fucked me up so bad omg. tom holland has been, is and always WILL be my unproblematic fave. anyways enjoy i’ve been gone for like a week. (again, gif isn’t mine. idk whose it is. props 2 them n stuff. u guys rock) UHHHHH ALSO i wrote these all in microsoft word instead of wattpad (lmao) so everything is capitalized now???? weird. 

Hey dude I read that cuddling helps you sleep better, you wanna try it out?

-

Sleep has never been a close friend of yours.

You often lay awake at night, staring at your ceiling until sun shone through your windows, and you were forced to get out of bed and start your day. Of course, the rest of the team wasn’t aware of your sleeping habits, until one day, you collapsed during training before even getting hit.

“I’m worried about you, kid,” Tony explained, sliding you a cup of coffee. “you might be a superhero, but you need sleep just as much as the rest of the world.” You raised an eyebrow as you took a sip of the bitter drink.

“I could say the same to you,” you drawled, placing your mug on it’s coaster. “I’m not sure what exactly it is you expect me to do, Tony. Try sleeping? Trust me, I’ve tried. I just… can’t.”

“Maybe you need a cuddle buddy,” Tony joked, placing his cup in the sink and leaning against the counter. “if you’re ever down for a bit of a cuddle, you know where to find me.”

“No thanks, old man,” you grinned at his glare. “I think what I need is a drug to knock me out for 8 hours.” Due to your enhancement, there was no over-the-counter drug that could bring you the sleep you desperately needed.

Tony snorted. “A horse tranquilizer, you mean?” you felt a lot better after flipping the bird to his back.

That night, you were preparing for another sleepless 8 hours when a knock on the door made you get out of bed earlier than you expected.

“Peter?” the last person you expected at your door was Peter Parker, yet there he was, standing in his pyjamas with a pillow in his hands. “What are you doing here? Is everything alright?”

He nodded quickly, and you caught the way his fingers tapped against his thighs nervously. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s cool,” he said easily. “Um, Mr. Stark mentioned that you’ve been having trouble sleeping?”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “He did?” Peter only nodded in response. “Well, I hope you’re here with a couple of lines of ketamine, because that’s probably my only cure at this point.” You laughed when Peter’s eyes widened. “I’m kidding. Relax. Come in.” He walked in, allowing you to close the door behind him. You walked ahead of him, taking a seat at the edge of your bed. “So what’s up?”

Peter cleared his throat, and took a seat next to you, holding his pillow to his chest. “Well, I read that cuddling helps you sleep better. Wanna try it out?” Your jaw dropped, and Peter began to panic. “W-Well- Uh, I only meant- Like, you know what? I’m just gonna-.”

“Wait!” you grabbed his wrist to stop him from leaving, pulling him back. “wait, uh. I think that might work, actually.” Truthfully, you had no faith in this plan and wherever Peter read this, was probably not a reliable source. But Peter was hot and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have the slightest of crushes on him.

Peter looked hopeful. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged and took his pillow from him. “wouldn’t hurt to try, right?” Peter’s heart was racing as he nodded, watching you place his pillow next to yours and climb into bed. “You coming?”

“H-Huh? Oh yeah, yeah, of course,” he said, walking over to the opposite side of the bed and climbing under the covers. He turned onto his side to face you, raising an eyebrow at your stiff figure. “Is this your first time cuddling someone?” You nodded bashfully, and he grinned. “Well, come closer, first of all.”

You shuffled closer to him, swallowing thickly. “Like this?”

He covered up his laughter with a cough, reaching over to take your hand. “Is this okay?” he asked, looping an arm over your waist and tugging your body closer to his, chests pressed together. He waited for you to nod and curl your hands up on his chest before continuing. “Relax,” he said, one of his hands coming up to brush the wisps of hair away from your face. “you know I’m not gonna hurt you.”

That wasn’t your issue. You knew Peter would never hurt you; he was too gentle of a soul for that. But you weren’t kidding when you told Peter this was your first time cuddling. You didn’t know how to do this- what if you messed up? Could you mess up? You weren’t sure how these things worked.

“I know,” you said quietly, feeling yourself relax against Peter’s body. “this is just-,”

“New?” He guessed. You nodded. “Don’t worry. Cuddling comes naturally. You’ll get it.”

And eventually, you did. You weren’t sure how long the two of you were lying there, just talking, but eventually, you’d stopped, feeling yourself become less and less cognitive and sleepier. This was a new sensation to you, seeing as you were actually ready to fall asleep before 7:00am. You remember pushing your face into the crook where Peter’s shoulder and neck met, letting out a content sigh. That’s how you fell asleep, you think, with Peter’s hand splayed across your back, breathing quietly into your hair.

So of course, you woke up half on top of him, one of your legs slotted between his. Peter had an arm around your waist, holding you steady atop of him. One of your arms was crossed over his chest, your thumb pressed to his cheek. This was the most peaceful state you’d been in, in a long time.

“Holy shit, he did it!”

Peter cracked open a bleary eye to see four of the earth’s mightiest heroes peaking their head through your bedroom door, which was hardly cracked open. His eyes shot open once he realized the position the two of you were in, glancing down at your sleeping body then back up at Tony, who had his eyes narrowed and teeth gritted.

“Fuck, he’s awake.”

“Hands to yourself, Parker.”

Sorry, Mr. Stark! Peter mouthed as you somehow managed to move closer onto Peter, nose brushing his neck. He remained helpless as you breathed slowly, obviously still asleep- so he thought.

“Are you guys seriously spying on them?” Peter could detect Steve’s voice and silently thanked the heavens for his sudden appearance. “Come on, let the kids sleep. They deserve it.” As Steve escorted everyone away, and re-closed the bedroom door, Peter relaxed, squeezing you lightly and resting his cheek on top of your head. He knew there was no way he was going to get back to sleep, but he was willing to lay there and hold you until you woke up, if that’s what you needed.

“Are they gone?” you hummed, your voice still scratchy from sleep. You stretched, arching your back as you yawned. “God, that was an invasion of privacy. Sorry for this, by the way. I’m kinda all over you.”

“I don’t- I don’t mind,” Peter stuttered, suddenly very aware of all the ways your body pressed against his. “Really. I’m glad you found a way to sleep.”

You propped yourself up on your elbow, staring down at Peter with a sort of fondness you couldn’t identify. He looked really good, for someone who just woke up. His hair was a fluffy mess that stuck up instead of combed to the side, and you couldn’t deny that he suited it. And you never really cared for brown eyes until you saw them on Peter’s face.

“Thanks, Parker,” you said, leaning down to press your lips to his cheek. “I appreciate it.” You rolled out of bed, and you could feel Peter’s eyes on you as you stretched. Holding back your laughter, you made your way to your washroom. “I’ll see you around.”

“Y-Yeah, no problem! Anytime,” he stuttered, watching the bathroom door close behind you. He touched his hand to his cheek, and grinned. “anytime.”

sssooooo I’m not precisely a smut writer, BUT like a month ago I wrote the first four lines of this thing, because I couldn’t get the image out of my head, and then I finally got around to finishing it in the last couple days

so some sweet, lazy sort-of-smut I guess!

—–

“I think I like you like this,” McCree murmurs. He dips his head to brush a kiss against the warm skin of Hanzo’s throat.

Hanzo hums and tilts his head back over the arm of the couch, reveling in the attention. His hips twitch upward against McCree’s, seeking friction, letting McCree feel the telltale swell in his jeans. “Do you now,” he asks, more a statement than a question.

“I do.” McCree presses a couple more kisses to the side of Hanzo’s throat, then moves up, finding the sensitive spot behind Hanzo’s ear. Hanzo sighs, one hand coming up from where it’s dangled over the couch to weave through McCree’s hair instead. “It’s nice seein’ you so relaxed. I could get used to it.”

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A Tease and a Movie

Originally posted by fvckingsierra

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader

Request: could I request a fic where the reader had invisibility powers and gropes bucky during a movie to tease him & it ends in smut?

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid, use protection, kiddos). It’s basically all smut (18+).  

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: Oh boy, my first smut piece. Well, we’ll see how this goes. Lemme know what you think if you want! Feedback is always appreciated 💕 I really hope this works for what you were lookin’ for!


It’s movie night at the compound, which means everyone will be in the theater room to come together watch a film for the night. The smell of freshly made popcorn floats through the main level as you head down the stairs. You find Bucky in the kitchen as the rest of the team sits in the theater, probably debating which movie to watch.

“Hey, Buck,” you smile and press a quick peck to his scruffy cheek.

“Look who decided to join the party,” Steve’s voice drifts through the doorway as he enters the room. “We’re going to watch The Martian. Care to join us?”

“Maybe,” you smile back. “I am pretty tired from training all day, so I might just stay in bed.”

“Suit yourself,” Steve shrugs, grabbing one of the bowls of popcorn from the counter. “You still in, Buck?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a sec,” Bucky nods. Steve leaves the room and Bucky turns to you.

“You’re really just gonna ‘stay in bed’, huh?” Bucky leans against the marble counter, crossing his arms against his broad chest.

“That’s the plan,” you step closer to him, hook a finger into the waistband of his pants. “Unless you plan on joining me.”

“I already told Steve I’d watch the movie,” Bucky chuckles.

“Fine,” you shrug, pulling back the waistband and letting it snap back to his hips. “You know where to find me.” You let yourself disappear into the air, and watch Bucky roll his eyes, a low groan escaping his lips.

“C’mon, doll,” he begs. “It’s so unfair when you use your powers like this.”

“I’ll see you later,” you breeze past him and up the stairs to your room. As you gently shut the door behind you, you reappear, feeling your powers drift away. You shed your clothing and dig around your drawers. You had decided to only wear one of his t-shirts and feel your powers gently pulse through you again as you disappear.

You head back down to the theater room, quietly sneaking through the door as to not draw any attention to yourself. Even though you were invisible, that didn’t mean the people around you can’t hear you.

The theater room was composed of a few rows of insanely comfortable couches that could lean back and also heat up, like a heated blanket. Bucky was laying, completely spread out on one of the front ones next to where Steve and Tony sat on another separate couch. You walk in front of the screen to Bucky and lean down close to his ear.

“Can I join you?” You voice barely above a whisper. Bucky jumps, nearly falling off the couch.

“Buck? You okay?” Steve asks through a mouthful of popcorn, looking over at him.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” Bucky clears his throat. You climb onto him, hovering over his body, and lean your head into the crook of his neck, gently kiss and sucking on his jawline. He stifles a moan as you reach down and palm him over the blanket and his pants, his cock slowly hardening under your touch.

“C’mon, baby,” you coo quietly in his ear. “Let’s have some fun.”

“Later,” Bucky silently hisses through his teeth.

You pull away from his neck and pout. “You’re no fun.”

Carefully sliding off the couch, you head for one of the corners near the front of the room and wait for the movie to finish. While you wait, you daydream about all the things you want to do with Bucky - of all the things you want him to do to you. After the final scene, the rest of the team starts to take their exit, leaving Bucky alone in the room.

“You stayin’?” Steve turns in the doorway and calls down to Bucky.

“Yeah,” Bucky sits up on the couch, looking at Steve over his shoulder. “I think I’m gonna watch one more movie.”

“Alright, pal,” Steve hums. “Goodnight.” As Steve shuts the door behind him, you push up from the ground.

“I know you’re still there, doll,” Bucky calls, rising from his seat and letting his blanket fall to the ground in a crumpled pile. “C’mere.”

You push off from the wall and saunter over to him, revealing yourself to him as you approach. His eyes searched every inch of your nearly-naked body. Stopping a few inches from him, you can feel his warm breath fan over your cheeks, his eyes dilated with a heavy lust.

“That was a cruel trick you played, Y/N,” his voice low, almost dangerous. “You’re gonna pay for it.”

“Oh, yeah?” A devilish smirk plays at your lips. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

Bucky’s hand flew to the side of your face as he crashes his lips against yours. The kiss was intense, his tongue fighting for dominance before he pulls back slightly, lightly pulling on your lip with his teeth.

“I’m gonna make you mine,” he growls. He peppers a few, rough kisses to your jaw before moving down your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. His arms sneak around you to your back underneath your shirt and slowly travel down to your ass. He gives your cheeks a hard squeeze before pulling his head away from your neck. “No panties?”

You suck your bottom lip into your mouth, shaking your head slowly.

“Naughty girl,” he groans lowly, then lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as you kiss him again. Bucky lowers himself onto one of the nearest couches and you reposition yourself to straddle his lap. He deepens the kiss and you start to slowly roll your hips against him, earning a moan from him. You pull away from him to take off your shirt, tossing it somewhere behind you.

“You’re so beautiful,” Bucky breathes as he takes in the sight before him. He runs his metallic thumb over one of your nipples, causing it to harden at his cold touch. His head dips down as he uses his tongue to toy with your nipple before sucking it into his warm mouth. Your head rolls back as your hand snakes into his hair, leaning your chest into his touch. His free hand needs your neglected breast as he continues to suck and lightly nip at the skin of your other one. You roll your hips into him harder, relishing in the friction between your legs. More heat pools between your legs and you could feel your arousal growing by the second, your swollen clit begging for attention.

Bucky pulls away, the cool air of the room attacking your warm bud.

“Dammit, doll. Look at what you’ve done,” he purrs. A light pool of your arousal had soaked into his sweatpants, and he motions for you to get up. You painstakingly pull yourself away from him as he pulls down his sweatpants and boxers, his hard cock springing free from the restraints.

You lick your suddenly-dry lips as your hunger for him grows.

“C’mere, baby girl,” a cocky smirk tugs at his lips. You climb back onto the couch, straddling him once again. He slides a hand down to your heat, putting a finger between your folds as he collects your arousal and starts to rub delicate circles around your clit, drawing out a deep moan from your lungs. He slides a single finger into you as he flattens his thumb against your clit and slowly pumps his finger in and out of you. Your head falls back and your eyes shut as the coil in your stomach tightens. “God, look at you, doll,” he coos. “So needy. Do you want to ride my cock, Y/N?”

You desperately nod. Bucky takes his hand away from your slick heat, a whimper tumbling from your lips thanks to the loss of contact.

“Ride me, baby girl,” he demands in a low, sultry tone. “Show me what you got.”

You smile at him and study his lust-filled eyes as your position yourself above him. “Yes, Sergeant.”

A muscle in his jaw twitches at the use of his nickname, but before he could say anything, you reach down and grab his hard, throbbing cock. You smear your wetness over his top before slowly sinking down onto him, taking your time to adjust to his size.

“O-Oh, fuck, doll,” Bucky shakily pants. “You’re so tight.”

You put your hands on his broad, muscular shoulders for support as you slowly lift up and slide back down. Your heavy moans fill the space around you and your pace quickens. Bucky’s rough hands travel over your body, leaving trails of goosebumps in his wake. His hands rest on your hips and he squeezes, helping to guide your movements as you thrust down onto him harder.

S-shit, Buck,” you pant. “You’re so big.”

“Harder,” he moans, lightly flicking your nipple with his tongue. Your hands move down to his chest as you brace yourself to move even faster. Bucky moans and licks his lips and he watches you bounce above him, your nails digging into him as your release approaches. Your walls tighten around him and his eyes flutter shut, his own release threatening to break. His metal hand slides between you two and glides over your clit, the added friction causing the coil in your stomach to tighten even more.

“C’mon, doll,” Bucky pants, his eyes hooded with desire. “Come for me.”

Your walls flutter around him again, and after a few more thrusts, the coil in your stomach explodes, sending you into a flying frenzy of ecstasy as you come undone. Bucky follows close behind, giving into his own climax, his hot seed coating your walls. You slump against him as waves of your orgasm wash through you. Bucky runs a hand through your hair, whisper words of praise against the top of your head. After a few moments, he lifts you up and sets you on the couch next to him as he pushes himself off the couch, heading for the small bathroom just off the room you were in. He returns with a wet cloth and helps to clean you up, then hands you his shirt from the floor.

“You’re amazing, doll,” he grins and presses a kiss to your temple.

“I love you,” you hum in response. Bucky pulls his sweatpants and hoodie back onto his body and plops back down onto the couch next to you. He reaches to the ground and grabs the blanket, laying it over both of you. You cuddle up to his side and sigh in content.

“I love you, too, doll,” Bucky coos. “Round two later?”

A chuckle rumbles in your chest. “Maybe. Depends on if I can walk or not after this.”

He pulls you tight against him and rubs your arm as you lean into his touch. Relaxation and happiness flood through you as sleep presses in your mind, and soon enough, you’re drifting off in his arms.  

hcs for a voltron au

Keith
- obviously a fire/ explosion quirk (like bakugou)
- when he realizes that he likes lance, his body just kinda,, bursts into flames 
- when he gets flustered, he also kinda just,, bursts into flames
- was set on being the loner kid but shiro kinda forced him to make friends
- pidge was his first friend and that was kinda how he met everyone but not because keith and pidge are the best brotp
- keith’s quirk developed later than most kids but he’s much stronger than most kids
- sophomore at the garrison (this is his first year at the garrison)
- mother is from the galra gang (his dad is quirkless, so that’s where he got his quirk from)
- allura didn’t talk to keith for a week when she found that out
- gay ace trans guy

Lance
- uses the water around him and can kinda just,, move it (can also breathe under water) lmao im running out of ideas dont judge me
- was super scared when one day in kindergarten he was just chilling and when he moved his hands water would move with them
- will casually just throw water on keith when he bursts into flames
- sophomore at the garrison
- can also heal with the water (has to be the special water from the pond behind his house)
- has a lot of family members but him, his mother, and youngest sister are the only ones with the quirk 
- been hunk’s best friend since kindergarten
- bi trans guy

Shiro
- teleportation
- can teleport anywhere any time
- used to use this to bother keith when they were kids and played hide and seek shiro thats a crappy thing for a big brother to do 
- is a teacher at the garrison (new teacher though)
- coincidentally teaches keith’s homeroom
- eats lunch with keith everyday (its what started the rumors lmao)
- picked up on keith’s crush on lance very quickly
- constantly teases him about it
- pan 

Pidge
- electricity quirk
- p much just generates electricity from her body and shoots people with it
- one time lance teased her about it but she poked his stomach and he got shocked 
- lance learned his lesson
- best friend is keith, but also v close with lance, hunk, and shiro
- known shiro for a few years bc his best friend is matt 
- known hunk and lance since middle school (is a freshman at the garrison, but somehow in the same class as hunk, lance, and keith)
- only recently got her brother back from the galra - a big villain gang that terrorizes the city
- nonbinary; uses she/her and they/them pronouns (but doesn’t completely hate he/him)
- aro ace

Hunk
- skin can turn super fucking hard so it acts as armor
- arms can shoot shit out like wow dude what a cool fucking quirk
- isn’t the most skilled with his quirk yet, but is getting there
- uses it best when he’s trying to defend his friends
- had his quirk a bit before lance got his
- was there when lance discovered his quirk
- pan

Allura
- can talk to animals 
- has four mice that follow her around and do the shit she tells them to do
- parents died when she was young, so her father’s best friend, Coran took her in and raised her
- junior at the garrison (still in the same class as everyone else)
- zarkon killed alfor (despite being one of his closest friends)
- her mother had a sister (that was disowned by the family when she sided with the galra gang) but allura never learned her name (she would learn it later on, though
- bi

Coran
- can grow his mustache to sling enemies around into the setting its all i could come up with 
- principal of the garrison
- favorite student is lance
- gay

Matt
- same quirk as pidge
- recently saved from the galra
- became a teacher shortly after getting saved
- low key has a crush on shiro (almost all the students that arent spreading rumors about shiro and keith can notice it)
- when he gets flustered, his quirk shows it (since him and pidge have the same quirk, her quirk shows it for her as well)
- when he gets flustered/ when he blushes hardcore, his hair gets really electric at the ends 
- also a gay ace trans guy

Lotor
- son of zarkon, the leader of the galra gang
- quirk is telepathy (he can also control people with his mind)
- knew about keith and lance liking each other before they did
- was barely accepted into the garrison (because hes the son of a villain)
- everyone in his class hates him (especially allura)
- originally he attended the garrison because his father wanted him to infiltrate from the inside, to destroy the heroes from the inside
- but then he fell in love with lance and allura and couldnt continue with his plans
- he ends up being the awkward friend that everyone hates but stays with for no apparent reason
- junior, in the same class
- much to keiths disapproval, he and lance became kinda close friends (pidge and hunk became closer, keith had shiro and matt, allura had coran; lance felt kinda alone)
- lance became close with lotor before he became the awkward friend (back when he was still in his original plan)
- lotor thought that he could destroy the strongest heroes in the school (they were called Team V; shiro, hunk, etc) by controlling lance
- but then he ended up falling for lance (lance knew of his feelings but didn’t reciprocate them and lotor wasnt a complete ass and didnt force his feelings onto lance, especially since he knew lance is in love with keith) and could no longer go through with his plan
- lied to his father about the plan
- one day, haggar saw lotor hanging out casually with team v and almost ratted out lotor to zarkon but didnt
- haggar still talked to lotor about it later though
- bi

Haggar
- lotor’s biological mother (though lotor doesnt know that) and allura’s aunt
- has the same quirk lotor does
- even though she hates going against zarkon (she took pride in being his most loyal servant) she still sides with lotor in the end
- eventually lotor discovers that he is her son and figures out that thats why she all of a sudden stopped being such a kiss ass to zarkon
- eventually (after zarkon is completely defeated by team v and other heroes) becomes a teacher at the garrison
- when the people in the galra gang get locked up in prison, haggar suggests for team v to stay there while they attend the garrison, since (even though its underground) its v close to the school
- after siding with lotor and p much abandoning zarkon, she realized she was in fact Not Straight
- after a bit of questioning with labels, she realized she was gay and ace
- when her and coran were teenagers (before her family disowned her), they were best friends
- they quickly fall back into that routine and become true wlw and mlm solidarity
- gets a lot of shit at the garrison for the fact she used to be a villain (uses mind control to make them piss themselves or shit their pants every time)
- people learned quickly to not be a bitch to her

General hcs
- the school they go to is called the garrison
- the kids at the garrison dont know that keith and shiro are half brothers so half of them think that they have some weird student/teacher thing going on and the other half think that shiro is just playing favorites
- keith and shiro both find it funny and uncomfortable at the same time
- the rumors that they were dating died down when someone saw keith and lance kiss one time and they just,, fizzled out quickly
- despite pidge and matt’s height difference, people find it difficult to tell them apart (except when they’re in the same room, the height difference makes it easy to tell them apart then)
- people in their class had a bet going on with three different sides to it
   - the most people betted on keith and lance becoming a thing
   - the second most people betted on keith and shiro having a student/teacher thing
   - a few people bet that hunk and lance were more than friends (they kinda just lay on each other when tired who can blame them)
- the klance people won
- the classes in the garrison are pretty big (about 30-40 people a class) and aren’t decided by what grade you’re in
- the garrison goes by the whole four years for high school thing
- haggar, coran, matt, and shiro all eat lunch together in the teacher’s lounge
- meanwhile the rest of team v has to pull two tables together (one table would only seat 4 people, they have 6)

4

This happened today.

We had a Mei on our team who was doing a super good job. This happened to annoy one enemy player in particular… Who started just filling the chat with heavy, harsh abuse at her. As you might know I’m not generally a Mei fan, but it was getting out of hand and becoming quite cruel so I simply typed ‘we believe in you Mei’. What followed from the rest of the team was a beautiful spontaneous display of solidarity.

The angry player may not have been very happy as a result but it was a lovely little moment.

isakbaby  asked:

do you have any fav troyson hcs? i love your troyson art (all ur art tbh) so much n so i wanted to know what you think of the characters together n all that jazz

[clenches fist] 

My favorite Troyson hcs totally seeped into my ocs,but!!

  • I like to Imagine Troy was 19 when Kent was 18; He was drafted maybe a year before Kent, so when the rest of the Aces are all Big N Gruff and kinda mean to Kent (waaay before Kent was their captain), I think he was Kent’s First Friend in the team! 
  • MmmMmmmm I also think Troy is Big and Tall?? Not Tater tall, but like, Taller Than Jack. 
  • One time, Kent and the rest of the team were hanging out and Jack was on ESPN and Kent was so distraught he had to excuse himself, and he was out in the yard having really bad Flashbacks, Troy followed him and asked him what was Up, and Kent just. Totally freaked out and told him Everything. 
  • I know some people might Scoff but Ngozi said Kent was kind of the Quiet and Modest type, and he flirts like a Nerd, so he was all, trying to be a wingman for Troy, approaches a girl at a bar, uses his thumb to point at Troy, and Troy was all, under his breath “PARSER!!!!!! NO!!!!! STOP!!!!!!!” Before Kent sticks out his tongue, and he’s all “my friend thinks you’re cute!” and Kent would look Sincere and Adorable, the girl would just end up laughing and kissing his cheek before going away
  • SO TROY IS REAALLY BAD WITH GAMES. ANY FORM OF GAME THAT ISN’T HOCKEY, HE’S BAD AT. One time he was playing Mario Kart with Kent, and he?? He kept winning? And he was all “IN YO’ FACE PARSER!!” And Kent would roll his eyes like, okay, okay. 
  • BUT THEN. CHICKENFISH GUY WOULD COME OVER, AND TROY WAS GETTING SOME ORANGE JUICE WHEN HE’D SUDDENLY HEAR LOUD, RUSSIAN CURSING?? And he’d see Kent smiling smugly as he totally Demolishes Chickenfish guy at Mario Kart
  • What I’m trying to say is, Kent lets Troy win at video games because the Big Oaf looks so cute when he’s happy. 
  • TROY LIKES THE BEACH!! Some of the aces are all Old and Grumpy and Troy and Kent bury them in the sand when they fall asleep during their Tanning Session
  • You can pry Sephardi Troy from my Cold, Withered Fingers….

Kent: NO STOP PLEASE
Troy: *sprinkles a pizza with pineapple chunks*
Kent: *warbled yodels of pain*

Kent: *bottlefeeding Kit*
Kent: take a fucking sip, babes
Troy: *slowly turning to him* Do you realise, this is why you’ll never bear any of my babies?
Kent: Good.
Kent: I don’t need you to father anyone from me. 


  • I honestly have no idea how they end up dating. But the Aces have No idea, like they’ll know Kent is seeing someone, and Troy is seeing someone, but they won’t know they’re with each other. Like an Aces Rookie would see Kent Smooching Troy while Troy was carrying their lunch, and he’d be all “CAPTAIN I RESPECTED YOU, BUT NOW YOU’RE CHEATING ON YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER HOW COULD YOU.” And Kent is all “What I have Never Cheated what are you talking about” 

Kent: I don’t like Garlic Bread
Troy: *audible pain*
Troy: you were my brother, Anakin
Troy: I loved you.

Troy: Since When Did Britney Spears and Miley Cyrus Sound This Good? 
Troy: *catches Kent’s foot tapping along to the beat of Lucky*
Troy: Ah.