Obviously I’ve been getting a lot of questions about Betsy DeVos, okay, our nominee for Secretary of Education, so we actually have her here today to field some few, simple questions which I’m sure she’s capable of doing.
Requested: One where Shawn and the reader are out and pap like grab her arm and Shawn freaks out and gets mad.
The shouts are deafening and the flashes are blinding. You don’t know why you’re in the front of Shawn and his whole team, but you are. Shawn is close behind you, so at least you have that as comfort, but the only thing you want right now is to get out of this crowd and into the safety of the building. The paparazzi are shouting Shawn’s name, and some of them are even shouting your name, trying to get your attention, but you aren’t about to give it to them, not at all.
You feel a hand on your arm, and just by the way it is gripping you, you know it isn’t Shawn’s or his bodyguards, which spreads alarm through you. When you turn to look, you notice it’s a paparazzi who has grabbed you in an attempt to get your attention. It worked, but before you even have a chance to do or say anything about it, Shawn’s already by your side. “Don’t touch my girl.” He practically growls in the paparazzi’s face, and the pap immediately lets go. Shawn wraps his arm around you, leaning down to say into you ear, “I’m sorry baby, we’re almost inside.” And he keeps his arm securely around you. The two of you fight through the crowd together to make it to the lobby of the hotel. When you’re inside, he stops and really looks at you, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?
You just shake your head, “No, he didn’t really do anything.” You tell Shawn, somewhat surprised at how harsh his reaction was over something so small.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just worry. I don’t like people touching you when you didn’t give them permission to.” And you can tell he’s still angry and even flustered by what happened back there.
You lean into him, grateful. “Thank you, Shawn.” You tell him, “Thank you for protecting me and loving me so well.”
“On the occasion of our last Saturday night performing In The Heights on Broadway, I serenaded the cast and crew over our intercom system with an original song called ‘In The Heights,’ which was the final song in my college production, 10 years prior.” (x)
Hmm, so… This is short and entirely self-indulgent, and the
dialogue is probably pretty bland, but it’s my first attempt at writing fanfic.
If you have suggestions on improvements or ideas on how to create better
dialogue, I am all ears. I hope you enjoy it!
Tony woke with a groan, immediately deciding that any
movement would be a Bad Idea.
For a moment, he doesn’t have the energy to answer, but he
recognises the voice as Bucky’s and starts to rapidly blink his eyes open
despite the prior caution. He only regrets it a little bit when the lights dim
and he hears Bucky settling back into a chair.
“I-“ Tony paused to clear his throat as he attempted to sit
up. “I don’t remember there being a fight…”
“That’s because there wasn’t one.” Bucky said lips twitching
in amusement. He leant forward to help Tony sit up, his amusement fading
slightly. “Hey take it easy sweetheart, you banged your head pretty bad there.”
Bucky said laying a hand on the back of Tony’s head to make sure he wouldn’t
bump it, and Tony gave a fond smile for his efforts. “You, uh, you slipped. On
some kind of smoothie?” At this point Bucky couldn’t help the chuckle when Tony
twitched his nose, like being a little clumsy every now and then was beneath
him. “The doctor said you’ll just have a mild concussion so you just gotta take
it easy for a little while.”
Tony watched, scowling, as Bucky fetched a cup of water,
following the line of his shoulders and the stretch of his arm, then tilted his
head back in embarrassment when Bucky turned back to him. “Great. The
Invincible Iron Man, defeated by an evil smoothie.” He pouted at the ceiling,
wondering why the universe wanted to punish him.
“Don’t worry Tony, I’ll protect you from evil smoothies in
the future.” Bucky gave an amused smirk, “and evil milkshakes, just to be sure…
But maybe keep Dum-E out of range of the blender…” He added, squinting, because
the ‘bots could probably be more careful
Tony snorted. “At least he tries to help, U just stands
there like a lemon, waving his arm around for attention.” Bucky gasped in U’s
defence, and Tony felt the familiar tightness in his chest that had nothing to
do with the arc-reactor, “what are you doing here anyway, surely there’s
something better to do than wait for a clumsy lout like me to shake off a
Bucky’s eyes softened and he took Tony’s hand, “I wanted to
make sure you were really okay,” he said quietly, rubbing his thumb over Tony’s
knuckles, “besides even if it’s nothing serious, I still care about you.” At
that he looked Tony in the eye and placed a small but lingering kiss on the
back of Tony’s hand.
Tony swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. “Well, um, thank you?
Yeah. Thank you… That’s… really nice of you. Really great. Thanks… Um.” Bucky
started to grin as Tony babbled, and squeezed his hand, seeing how Tony was
reacting gave him a little more confidence to do what he had been trying to do
Blueliner was pretty cute for a superhero, but then again so was Derek Nurse…
Dex had known his day was going to be awful. Nothing bad had
actually happened that morning, but there was that feeling in the pit of his
stomach. That all too familiar feeling that meant he’d run into him today, which meant Dex left his
place wary of everything and everyone.
He was right to be suspicious.
Dex’s face was pressed down into the disgusting carpet, a
heavy boot resting on his back. The boot, sitting heavily on an old bruise, was
an uncomfortable pressure that got worse the longer it was there. He crushed
the urge to shift and lay stiffly on the ground. It wasn’t even lunch yet and
his day had gone to shit.
“Hurry up, Chad! That’s enough for now. We gotta get out of
The Chad at the till let out a cry of “Chad!” as the boot,
and attached Chad, flew off of Dex and into the wall. He was wrestled to the
ground, quickly cuffed, and Money Chad darted for the bank entrance. Before he
made it beyond a few steps, Money Chad was trussed up like his partner. It was
over in the blink of an eye.