assume you all know about the deep web. Well, what you’ve heard is
true, it’s not a great place. While some people are there to score legal
weed or firearms, or even out of sheer curiosity, others… well
they’re obviously not up to anything good. But I’m not here to talk
about those sickos. I’m here to talk about what lies beyond that point.
The more cryptic and unexplainable part of the internet. The part that
nobody’s really supposed to see.
(All info is culled directly from in-game references; gif was made by me - if you want to use it in something else, please ask &/or give me credit. Thanks so much! <3)
~ Background Canon ~
Seems to have little/no respect for people who sleep around and/or put sex before other, more important things
Was (possibly) in the Army
Has a Boston Terrier named Betsy (likes to pretend she’s a pit bull)
Likes to tell elaborate (and sometimes graphic) stories. (Are they true? No one but Robert knows.)
Knows how to fake people out (i.e. good poker face?)
Sends texts/messages like a teenager
Believes hitting a child would be despicable
Insists on watching movie credits to the VERY end
Has a daughter named Val who lives in Brooklyn; she works for some ‘news media online magazine thing’ and makes a lot of money doing it.
He’s unsure of Val’s age, but thinks it’s maybe 25 or 26
He refers to Brooklyn as ‘home’ (…so what does that make Maple Bay?)
Carries a fully-stocked first aid kit in his truck
Has an unconventional sense of humor
Has a tendency to say exactly what he means…and then pretend like he didn’t mean it
Not the most talkative of people, generally speaking
Thinks River has an ‘old soul’
His wife’s name was Marilyn; she died in an ‘accident’.
He has a ‘long, wicked scar across his pecs’ (supposedly from a bike accident with Val)
Has a tattoo on his left hand, shaped a little like a compass rose
The mention of cannibalism reminded him of the last time he went skiing. (Just another ‘story’?)
Claims his leather jacket has been in his family a long time, and that it’s ‘cursed’
Seems to have done a lot of thinking about killing someone. “It’s not just their life, you know. It’s their hopes and dreams draining away. Every memory and experience they’ve ever had…gone.”
This guy may not look it, but he’s smart! Knows who Hemingway is, has heard of capybaras, is a classic film buff, knows random Bible verses by heart…
Robert’s hands are calloused and covered in little white scars.
Got stabbed in Louisiana…or was it Kentucky…?
Isn’t a ‘sore loser’
Drives a VERY old red pickup truck.
House is filled with sleek, modern appliances; a big flat-screen TV; and shelves upon shelves of DVDs
~ Likes/Dislikes Canon ~
Has at least a mild interest in sports of some kind and a preferred team that he roots for
Likes Paranormal Ice Road Truckers, but isn’t a fan of TV in general
Likes war documentaries
Doesn’t like small talk
Doesn’t like being called Rob (…or Bobert) - ‘buddy’ seems to be okay?
Likes to go camping (but hasn’t been after what happened last time)
Digs old movies from the 30′s and 40s
Takes the creation of movies VERY seriously
Likes Tom Waits and Santana
Likes to whittle and is pretty good at it
Smokes like a chimney (if all the ashtrays in his house are any indication.)
Enjoys the Criterion Collection
~ Food/Drink Canon ~
Likes whiskey… A LOT - especially shots
When it comes to alcohol, rarely takes ‘no’ for an answer
Likes white zinfandel because it’s delicious, fruity, and refreshing
LOVES pineapple on his pizza
Thinks Jim and Kim’s is the best bar in town
Occasionally hangs out at The Coffee Spoon
~ Sex/Romance Canon ~
Talks dirty…very dirty
Enjoys leaving hickeys…lots of them
Rough enough in bed to leave a person feeling sore and ‘creaky’ afterwards
When his lover says ‘no’ or ‘stop’ he takes it seriously
Recognizes that he’s an emotional wreck/emotionally unavailable…and is honest about it
~ Memorable Quotes ~
“The key to being cool is acting like you don’t care about anything, but actually care very deeply about everything to the point where it’s debilitating.”
“Too many people think that they have to fill the dead air with noise. Personally I think they’re afraid of the silence. Or they’re afraid of what the other person is gonna think of the silence…learn to be comfortable with silence.”
“I respect your opinion. And I will fight with my life for your right to say it. But where’s your sense of adventure? Where’s your sense of taste? Why won’t you love yourself?”
“The juciness of the pineapple paired with the tanginess of the sauce is a flavor combination that everyone should experience at least once, if not a thousand times more. Pineapple on pizza is one of the few things in life that I genuinely and thoroughly enjoy. Please. Please just do this for me. No - do this for yourself.”
“That popcorn-ass drivel the mass media is shoving down your throat will only make you dumber and sadder. You of all people should strive for a higher standard in the art you consume.”
“Are you kidding me? I would never hit a child. That would be despicable.”
“This is my Thinking Bench. I have to get a solid two to three hours of brooding per day. Filling quotas…A lot of people underestimate the senses of a man who broods.”
“I’m so many levels of irony deep that I’ve forgotten what humor is.”
“I was so busy chasing after all of these things that I thought would make me happy that I didn’t think about anyone else. All I cared about was myself.”
“Maybe I’m just built like this. Or maybe I do it to myself. Maybe it’s my own choice I’m as unhappy as I am.”
“I’m working on my relationship with existence.”
“Long live the king, baby.”
“I spent my whole life only taking, and taking, and taking. And now here I am, an old, broken man sitting on top of a pile of everything I’ve ever taken. Alone.”
“I spent so much time chasing after things I thought were gonna make me happy that I ruined my only real chance at happiness.”
“You know, every day for me is a battle against my own self-destructive habits.”
Do you take prompt? What about Stiles having a secret crush on Derek but when saw him, taking care Scott's son, he fell in love.
I’m not much of a kid fic person, so this took me a while, but I tried. Hopefully it’s kind of what you were angling for!
“Do you think I’m ready for fatherhood?” Stiles asks, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. He’s not freaking out about this. He’s not.
Boyd says flatly, “Stilinski, you’re twenty-one years old. You’re supposed to know how to use a condom by now.“
Stiles’ hand spasms and he accidentally squirts a huge glob of ketchup on his mound of curly fries. Fuck. He has the ideal ketchup-to-curly-fry ratio down to a science, and this is not it. “No, absolutely not what I meant. It’s just. Did you know Derek had a kid?”
Boyd meditatively takes a bite of his burger. “No. But the nice thing about Derek is that he doesn’t go in for personal talk.”
Stiles shoots him a weird look. Of course Boyd would think that was nice. Stiles, though, has been trying to break down Derek’s walls even just a little bit for months now—sitting with him in class, sharing his notes, studying with him in the library and getting late-night waffles together afterwards, little by little pulling Derek out of his shell. He’d thought he was getting somewhere, but obviously not, not if Derek failed to mention this kid even existed.
Which he does. Stiles knows, because he can see him right now, over by Prof. Martin’s pool. Apparently his name is Jamie.
Synopsis: How does someone with no superpowers, no real discernible talents and a whole lot of baggage end up being the girlfriend to all the Avengers? Well, I’m glad you asked. It all started with a blur and an abrupt crash. Here is the initial meeting, and the events that follow.
Author’s Note: Bug Kate @emilyevanston about the gorgeous Header, she made it. This story is NOT a Nat X Reader. It’s an Avengers X OC piece, which means a poly relationship. There will be many different combinations of pairings within this story.
How does someone with no superpowers, no real discernible talents and a whole lot of baggage end up being the girlfriend to all the Avengers? Well, I’m glad you asked. It all started with a blur and an abrupt crash.
As usual, I was late. That happened a lot. I tend to get caught up in my head while I’m working in the lab or the library. Which is a problem because as part of my post doctoral position I had to teach an Intro to Biology class six times a week. I was dashing down the steps of the library, across the lawn and just smashed headlong into another person.
All I really noticed as I picked myself back up, helped her to her feet and apologized profusely was she was small, dressed in black and had dark red hair. She didn’t really even say anything to me, just ‘don’t worry about it’ and I took off again.
It was as I stood panting in the lecture theatre, getting the slideshow started for the lecture I realized how close I came to death that day. The woman I had flattened was the Black Widow.
TW: major character death, graphic depictions of suicide
Also, this is probably my longest one shot yet coming in at 1,800+ words. So, woo for that? Enjoy?
If they had only known.
Oh god, if they had only known.
Shiro glanced around the training arena, doing a mental head count and coming up short. They were one paladin short.
Hunk was here, standing a little ways away with Pidge, who was helping him with something regarding his armor.
Two down, and he was here.
That was three.
Keith stood brooding, his leadership position something that left him in a sour mood. Shiro was back, he should lead.
That was four Paladins out of five.
One color of the Voltron rainbow was missing. A very blue color.
Not yet wanting to cause lots of stress, Shiro walked over to Keith with a hint of worry in his tone. “Have you seen Lance this morning?”
It must have been on the new black Paladins mind as well, because Keith flinched at Shiro’s question.
The blue paladin had been last present the night before, but he had been acting very strange. A huge contrast to the typical quiet they had been getting for a few weeks.
Lance had been insisting on Hunk making the greatest Earth-like dinner just for once, so they could feast that night.
They did, it was delicious.
Garlic knots came to the party.
Lance was loud and he was joking; he was a hoard of smiles and laughter. It had made everyone suspicious at this sudden mood change but they were so happy to finally see life in Lance that they blew it off.
Except Keith. Except the leader.
He watched his teammate carefully that night, and saw that behind that laughter there was something forced. Behind the smile, there were cracked teeth.
Behind those bright eyes, something looked like it was dead, dull, and gone.
Keith didn’t say anything.
He didn’t say anything when Lance took Allura into the blue lion and for some reason decided to tell her all about how to fly her.
Lance showed her the best techniques, told some of the things Blue did and didn’t prefer, and even gave her some personal tips.
He just wanted to show his lion off, would have been his excuse if anyone asked. But no one asked.
If anyone had asked…
Oh god if they had only known.
Keith shifted in his spot, uncrossing his arms and looked to Shiro. “No, not since last night. He wasn’t at breakfast.”
A cold feeling crept through Shiro, but he nodded and patted Keith’s shoulder. “I’m going to ask the others. Maybe Lance is sick.”
Keith nodded once, before his eyes drifted to land on the door he had been staring at for hours. He waited for his friend to walk through.
“Hunk! Pidge!” Shiro called, jogging over to the green and yellow paladin with a small smile.
“Shiro!” Hunk saluted and turned to face their ex-leader, smiling. Pidge rose a curious eyebrow.
“Have either of you two seen Lance this morning? We are doing something new today and we don’t want to start without him.” Shiro went straight to the point before the worry settled too hard in his gut.
“Lance? No…” Pidge replied, looking up at the black paladin and then around as if she were looking for the missing associate, and only just noticing he wasn’t there.
“I saw Lance on my way to the bathroom sometime early this morning. He looked like he just came from the hangar.”
Hunk started, innocence in his tone, “I asked him what he was doing and he nearly jumped out of his skin. But he smiled and said he had thought Blue sent him a distress wave, but it was a false alarm.”
Shiro and Pidge shared a look, and Pidge was the one to ask. “What time was that?”
Hunk thought momentarily. How long ago had that been? Was Lance back in the hangar now?
“Ugh, I’d probably say…like a few hours ago? It felt like three in the morning.” Hunk shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck.
An odd silence passed through them and no one was sure what to do. Go look for him? He was probably still in bed, or something like that.
Allura’s voice came over the com suddenly, “Paladins, we must start training. Where is Lance? He is not answering coms and he didn’t respond to the alarm system.”
Keith looked up quickly at that, “He wasn’t answering his coms?” His purple-ish eyes went across the room to the others, and apprehension set in.
“We should go look for him.” Pidge concluded, already starting for the door with Hunk at her heels.
“Yeah, Pidge and I will check the hallways, and the hangar.” Hunk informed, the duo off quickly.
“I’ll check his bedroom. Shiro, can you check the kitchen?” Keith asked, but it was more of an order.
“Of course.” And the search was on.
Keith left after Shiro, and made his way for Lances room. It was oddly quiet, no sounds of music or Lance singing or even a shower running. It made him uneasy.
He approached the door, and knocked once. “Lance?” No answer.
The former red paladin was not going to wait around for Lance to respond any longer, so he let the door open for him and he stepped into the dark room.
No signs of anyone being in here could be found, and Keiths brows furrowed. That was odd. Did Lance stay with the blue lion last night?
If so, Pidge and Hunk would be sure to find him, right? Standing in this room, something felt wrong to Keith.
Lance had been acting pretty strangely for the past few weeks. He had gotten quieter, and ha stopped voluntarily includin himself in the others events.
Keith was the only one who noticed.
He watched each time Lance tried to become part of the group, yet dos nothing as each time his voice was silenced.
It got to the point where Lance would just sulk off to his bedroom until dinner, or even breakfast the morning after.
Keith never did anything.
Lance shouldn’t be so weak, he should force himself into the circle and not wait to be allowed in, right?
Keith realized now he should have said something. Had Lance run away? Was he just hiding so someone would finally notice him?
As if on cue, a chorus of shouts erupted in Keiths skull and he was drawn from his reverie.
“—notes in our lions!”
“What? What was that, Hunk?” Keith asked, bolting from Lances room and making his way to the Hangar.
“Lance left these notes in our lions! We didn’t read them all but I think he’s in trouble.” Hunk said, voice nervous.
“He said something about leaving a place he didn’t belong. I’m not sure but I thin—”
Suddenly a harsh gasp wen through all Paladins heads, and a faint ‘No…’ entered their hearing.
“No, L-Lance…” Shiros voice cracked.
And then they were all running. Meeting in the halls they all made a break for the kitchen and their armor boots pounded on the floor of the castle.
When they finally made it to their destination… they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
Shiro was frozen in an open doorway, staring in at a figure slumped forward near the sink.
And his jacket was tied around his neck and his skin was pale. His head was bowed forward, slightly tilted. He looked small and sad, as if he were sure ending to the fate that was strapped around his neck.
The jacket around his neck was tied tightly around the faucet of the sink, one sleeve tied in a half assed noose that was ill practiced.
“Lance!!!” Pidge screamed, and ran forward only to be yanked back by Shiro who held onto her an went to the ground.
Keith replaced Shiro, and stood frozen in he doorway. This…
Hunk was the one who approached Lance. He came forward very slowly and tilted his friends chin up, to look at him.
There were tear stains on his cheeks.
His tongue was swollen, and his chin wet, lips red rimmed along with his eyes. His cheeks were swollen just a little, the skin at his throat trapped and irritated by the jacket.
Hunk slowly cut it from his friends neck, and no one in that room would forget the way Lance just fell.
To his side, with deep ridges in his neck from the killing device. Hunk felt for a pulse but didn’t need to when his fingers touched Lances neck and he was freezing.
It had only been at most seven hours since Hunk saw his friend, alive and walking. This must have happened only moments after their meet.
A sob came from behind them and when Keith broke out of his daze to look, Pidge was holding slips of folded paper.
She read from one of them, and by then very one was in tears and no one had any idea what to do with Lance. They couldn’t look at him, couldn’t see him like that.
To see someone once so full of life snuffed out by his own choosing, quieter after acing a voice so loud.
It wasn’t fair.
How someone who was loved by others couldn’t love himself and now he was gone and nobody had the chance to say anything, to do anything.
Now, their friend was hanging by his own jacket on the kitchen sink. He had been so desperate to leave the horrid place they had made for him, so he went like…that.
Someone who used to bring so much light to a place in the darkest times, was now left in the darkness to his own demise an nobody was there to stop him.
He was that helpless, that desperate.
So lonely and so sad, to blow out the candle that everyone had been seeing by.
Oh god if they ha only known.
‘If you’re reading this, Keith, you probably know what happened. You’re probably dancing get my dead body right now anyway, ripping this up into confetti. So I’ll keep this short.
I wasn’t happy here. I didn’t feel I belonged with you guys anymore, as you cast me out and made it known I wasn’t wanted around. I wasn’t needed around.
Even Blue didn’t want me around anymore and I think that hurt the most. It really did.
I wish I could have been on better terms with you, but I understand why you hate me. I hated me too.
So I left. Sorry I had to do it in the kitchen like that but there’s not much of anywhere to hang from in this castle so I used the sink. I hope I didn’t break anything.
Isn’t that how that guy killed himself in that movie you liked? You told me it was actually a pretty popular way to go.
You know me, always trying to be one with the crowd. And Keith?
You were a great leader.
I really mean it.
P.S. Make sure Pidge sleeps. And Hunk eats, and that Shiro gets out of his room sometimes. Help Coran out around the castle. And flirt with Allura for me.’
Request: Can you write one where the teenage reader finds out her parents are hydra? When they leave for work she gets into their office and finds a dangerous file with plans to destroy the avengers tower. She takes it and runs away till she gets to the tower. She’s crying when she gets to the receptionist cause her parents will kill her for what she did. Tony relocates her to the compound since it’s safer and Nat wipes out her identity and helps her with a make over. She finds a family with them.
Pairing: Avengers x reader
Summary: You didn’t mean to find what you did, but you did. Now you need protection and the only people that could save you are the people they want to destroy.
Word Count: 2,075
Genre: Angst, fluff
Notes: There will be a second part to this! It was too long for one fic so I broke it into two :)
“How long are you guys going to be gone this time?” you ask your mother as she drags her bags into the living room.
“This business trip, about two weeks? I think anyways. Your father knows for sure” your mother says monotonously.
You nod and wait with your other for the cab. Your parents had a government job, although you didn’t know exactly that they did, and it took them around the world for weeks at a time. Every time you asked about your parent’s career they brushed you off, telling you that they were just advisers but never who for. As you grew older, you noticed all of the inconsistencies in their stories. You began asking more questions and those questions lead to many fights which lead to your very tense relationship with your parents. After two years of fighting, you had finally resigned yourself to a type of symbiotic routine with your parents. You would go to school and come home then up to your room without disrupting them, only ever really speaking when they were leaving for another trip.
You hear a honk outside and your father rushes into the living room with his bags, ignoring you and walking out of the house.
“We left money for take out. Don’t do anything stupid.” your mother said.
With that you were left in your big home, all alone just like you had been for most of your life. You sigh and go into the kitchen where you expect to find the money for food. Your face twists in confusion as you look around the bare counters to find no trace of the money they had promised. You walk around the house looking for the money but find nothing, until you stood in front of the study’s door. You were never allowed in there, it was strictly under lock and key held by your parents. You didn’t know why, it wasn’t like you were a problem child, if they told you not to do something you didn’t do it.
As you reach up onto the door frame looking for the spare key to open they door, you scold yourself lightly. This was a serious situation as if you didn’t have the money you couldn’t eat for the next two weeks so you knew your parents wouldn’t be to mad about it. You pull down the key, open up the door and walk to the giant mahogany desk on the other side of the room. You see two crumpled up hundred dollar bills sitting on top of a manila folder marked with a small red label on the corner that read ‘Top Secret’. Obviously, when something reads ‘Top Secret’ you curiosity is peaked. Maybe this is your chance to know exactly what your parents did.
You pocket the cash and slide open the folder carefully, as to not make it look tampered with. You pull out the papers and are greeted with a picture that filled you with dread. The cover photo of the title pile of documents was a red skull with six curving tentacles, the symbol of HYDRA. Your heart was racing as you pulled apart the other papers. You find ones that had pictures of your parents in soldier’s garb along with details you didn’t even know about them. Was this why they were so secretive? Were your parent’s really members of HYDRA?
@whore4batfammentioned that Jason would have missed out on Disney movies, and I couldn’t let that pass, so, it is 12:16 AM and here we are.
Damian finally finds him sprawled on one of the many, many couches that decorate Wayne Manor. There’s a book he’s probably read a hundred times in one of his hands, the other occupied with spooning Dick’s stolen cereal into his mouth.
The spoon stops halfway to his mouth and there’s a guilty smile on his face, betrayed by the mischief in his eyes.
“Don’t tell Dick.”
“Do me a favor and I will not.”
Jason seems to ponder that for a second before shrugging, “Shoot.”
Damian clears his throat, suddenly unsure of how to approach the topic before deciding to simply get straight to the point.
“Todd, certainly you’ve noticed that the rest of endless band of children Father seems to be adopting,” he receives a raised eyebrow and an amused smile for that, “are prone to making…references.”
Jason’s eyebrow arcs higher and Damian is left to question the limits of the human anatomy.
“You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific, shorty.”
Damian thought back, “…Last week, when we were in the cave and Father had just finished outlining the mission. He said ‘Let’s get down to business,’ and Brown and Grayson simultaneously screeched, ‘To defeat the Huns.’ Father had the same look he had on his face when he caught you and Cain trying to see how many of his ties you could hide in odd places before he noticed.”
Jason laughs aloud at that, looking extremely proud of himself, “Yeah, that was a good one.”
Damian raises his eyebrow, though somehow he doubts it has the same effect his older brother’s seems to have.
“Anyways, they’re referencing Disney movies, I think. I asked Tim about it once and he more or less told me that Dick and Steph have a cult like obsession with colorful children’s movies featuring catchy songs, talking animals, and overdramatic villains.”
“You’ve never seen them?” Damian asks, confused. He would have thought Jason would have enjoyed something like that.
“Wasn’t around when they came out,” Jason says, flippantly enough that Damian almost misses it.
Suddenly, Damian feels like the largest idiot in the world. How could he not have had the foresight to maybe, ask one of the siblings that had used the references in the first place, why hadn’t he connected the dots-
“Stop thinking so hard, baby bat.”
When had Jason gotten up?
He’s cut off when Jason tousles his hair, a casual smile on his lips. The young bird is too stunned to protest. Instead, he looks up at his brother and does what he’s always done best. He observes. There are bags under Jason’s eyes, a fading bruise on his shoulder, his hair is wet, and something about him is so, so tired.
“Get some sleep.”
Jason chuckles as he walks towards the stairs, Damian quietly putting his cereal bowl in the sink and picking up his(Jason’s) book to take his place on the couch. Now to wait for Tim.
Tim looks up, certainly not surprised at being accosted within seconds of walking through the front door. The look on Damian’s face is one of determination; he will not stop until his objective is reached. Tim sighs.
“At least let me take off my shoes.”
“So let me get this straight. You asked Jason about Disney movies, only to find out he was…gone when they came out, felt horrible, and now you want to watch them with him, but are hindered by the lack of your ability to Internet?”
Damian wishes Barbara was visiting.
But then Tim breaks into a smile and there’s something incredibly…tender about it. Damian thinks this won’t be too bad after all.
Jason looks up. It’s been a day or so since Damian had inquired about one of their siblings’ many strange habits. He supposes he should have been more subtle about the whole thing, but what else was he supposed to say? ‘Oh yeah, sorry Damian, I didn’t see Mulan because my corpse was being submerged in the Lazarus Pit?’
He had, however, taken his younger brother’s advice in getting some rest. In fact, he had just woken up from a particularly nice nap, and had been planning to go and hunt for Dick’s last cereal box. Thieving aside, he waits for Damian to speak, seeing the boy looking expectant.
All he receives for his patience is a ‘follow me.’
Sighing dramatically and ignoring Damian’s ‘Tt,’ Jason drags himself from the covers and straggles after his brother, curious as to what his intentions may be.
Upon arriving in the same room Damian had found him in the day prior, Jason is, to say the least, confused. Moreover, he finds, he won’t have to go on a cereal-thieving scavenger hunt, as it’s already sitting on the coffee table in one of Alfred’s less precious ceramic bowls.
“Damian? What’s going on?”
Said preteen defender of Gotham and his Honor(Jason may not have been around for Disney, but he and Dick had sure as hell marathoned Avatar at least eight times), was struggling with what looked to Jason like an HDMI cable. Succeeding in connecting it, Damian fiddled with Tim’s laptop for a few seconds before setting it down carefully and practically tackling Jason to the couch.
Surprised, Jason yelped as they tussled on the couch, turning his head to the screen just as a soothing jingle played, accompanied by a graphic of a blue castle and the word, ‘Disney’ written in a circular font.
“…Damian?” He looks over to the smaller body sprawled against him to see him looking away, ears turning red.
“..I wanted you to watch them. I wanted to watch them with you.”
Jason stares for a moment before a soft smile overtook his features.
“Okay,” he says, and settles down against the armrest, grabbing a handful of cereal and leaning against his baby brother as ‘The Little Mermaid’ appeared on screen.
Dick drops by the Manor to find his cereal on the floor and two of his siblings locked in a fierce argument.
“Mulan was clearly the best, she literally defied all gender stereotypes and learned how to fight as well as Li Shang in like, three days. Also bonus points for talking dragon and grade A catchy songs.”
“Ridiculous, Todd, Aladdin was obviously superior. The poor street thief with a heart of gold and the rebellious, self-aware princess? Not to mention the flying carpet, genie, and quality displays of villainy.”
They’re interrupted by a devastated scream, the two boys at last becoming aware of Dick’s presence.
Dick gazes up at them with a look of incredulous horror, “How could you?!”
Jason blinks. Damian stares.
“How could you do this to my cereal, you heathens?!”
Two pairs of eyes land on the mess of sugary breakfast food scattered on the carpet.
“Shit.” That’s Jason.
“Thank you, Jay, for reali-”
“Did we break Alfie’s bowl?!”
Damian pales, vaulting neatly over the coffee table to search for the ceramic piece that could spell their doom. Dick is forced to watch as his two brothers scramble about the room, ignoring the remains of their pilfered meal on the floor.
Jason triumphantly holds up the bowl, chipped slightly, but still in one piece.
Dick wants to know why it was behind the couch.
Unfortunately, the other two residents of the Living Room of Horrors seem content to set the bowl to the side and resume their places on the couch, resuming where they’d left off in ‘Snow White’, having broken into an argument when Damian voiced his preference of Aladdin.
“I hate you both,” Dick, about to storm out of the room, is interrupted by Cass’ entrance to it. She looks to the screen, currently displaying the seven dwarves, before picking a piece of cereal off the ground and popping it in her mouth. Dick’s horrified expression goes unnoticed as she goes to squish Jason’s cheeks.
He sticks his tongue out and she replies in kind, before moving to Damian’s other side and cuddling him, the youngest of them content to be sandwiched between his brother and sister.
“Dick, why are you calling me, it’s 4 pm on a Saturday I would like to be not awake right now.”
HELLO GUYS SO HI, IT’S ME. :) SORRY WE HAVEN’T BEEN UPDATING AND POSTING, GUYS WE ARE SO BUSY LIKE AND I FEEL TERRIBLY SORRY FOR THAT. I wrote this because a lovely anon had requested and joshuaxmingyuxreader! and it has now arrived! but ya know, it’s really unrealistic in ways. ;) i hope you guys enjoy this! i am so sorry if it is does not reach your expectations but omg i did my best, everyone, enjoy!! we love you, as for the requests and the asks and such, please be a bit more patient! we want to be sure that you’ll be satisfied with our work, thank you. :) :* sorry if you don’t like this type of concept but i’m sorry. sabdfjkabflajdnasdlfnalskdfnasdffd
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warning: there will be subtle rape scenes, and it may be triggering to some. if you’re not into that, then you can stop reading now. :) but we do have other stories you might enjoy ;) (self promoting, no shame)
(The outfit in this takes place in this part and this is the only pic that I actually found that is more on the high quality end)
Genre: Fluff, Smut, friend!au
Warning: Graphic smut. I mean it’s a smut buddy, what do ya expect?
Authors Note: AHHHH!!!! IM SORRY THIS IS COMING OUT SO LATEE. Tumblr had deleted this entire post so I had to rewrite the whole thing and it was the most frustrating thing I’ve ever done. SMUT. So we’ve finally arrived in nasty town, eh? I am so proud of this chapter because I feel like I really love the balance of cuteness and sexy time, and this is completely my version of romance, I think this kind of stuff is more romantic and cute than like a fancy dinner ya know? Ha ha anyway, thank you for understanding that I’m a full time student and sometimes it’s really hard for me to write. Thank you guys for being so patient ENJOY, CABIN PART 4.
“Yeah yeah Mom don’t worry, he’s gotten a lot friendlier.” ______
Your mom had decided to spend the rest of the day around the cabin so she could drive back to the lodge at around 7:30.
Baekhyun woke up from his “nap” about an hour after your mom got to the cabin. Turns out he had actually fallen asleep and walked out into the living room where you and your mom were sitting with bed hair and the sexiest raspy voice you’ve ever heard in your entire goddamn life.
You all just laid around the whole day, skipping through Netflix and going back to reading Fahrenheit 451 while also trying to stay as far away from Baekhyun as you could so you wouldn’t be tempted while your mom was here.
“Well everything looks good here.” Your mom says while giving you a hug, “I’ll be back on Friday okay?”
You hug her back, “We’ll be okay, go have fun at the retreat.”
She gives you a kiss on your forehead, “Okay sweetie, you be good.” She looks up and waves to Baekhyun who is currently on the couch shoving a handful of goldfish into his mouth, “bye Baekhyun.” He gives her a smile and a wave back before she’s out the door and you can see the headlight of her car driving down the street.
Now it’s just you and Baekhyun alone. Again.
You hear his deep chuckle behind you, “well that was close.”
You turn around and laugh too, “I know, if she had come back two minutes before.” You make your way to the couch and sit, sprawling your legs across Baekhyun’s lap while he takes in another handful of goldfish.
“Did she suspect anything?” His hand lays on your knee, sending a chill throughout your body.
“Not even a little bit, when she got here she thought we still hated each other.” You reach over to take some goldfish for yourself.
As you open your eyes you see Baekhyun looking down at you with a sleepish grin.
You take a sharp inhale in and close your eyes for a loud yawn, “good morning.”
Baekhyun returns your ‘good morning’ and unwraps his limbs from around you to stretch.
You two had spent the rest of the evening watching the Avengers until about 1:30am when you decided it was time to sleep. You nestled yourself into Baekhyun’s chest, and just when you were about to fall asleep you felt his lips graze yours. When you looked at him he just had a smile on his face and reached down to plant a warm kiss onto your lips. “Goodnight.”
“What do you want for breakfast?” you asked through another deep yawn.
He runs a hand through his messy hair, “I don’t know, what sounds good?”
“Mmmm, bacon sounds good.” [pun intended]
“Agreed, aaaaaaaannnd… pancakes?” He gives you puppy dog eyes
You smile, “yes and pancakes, would you like to make them?”
He smiles and jumps up from the bed, racing to the kitchen to bless your taste buds with his pancakes.
After brushing your teeth, you enter the kitchen to hear Junk Of the Heart by the Kooks blasting through the kitchen, Baekhyun at the stove happily dancing and singing along. You really weren’t lying when you were sleep talking yesterday, his voice is so lovely.
“What do you want to do today?” You ask, shoveling the last piece of pancake into your mouth.
Baekhyun smiles, also cleaning his plate. “We can go exploring today? You know, go find a cool tree, maybe some cool rocks.” He giggles before rising from the table to put his dish in the sink.
“You know, I think that’s a wonderful idea. I need a couple new cool rocks.”
He looks at the clock on the stove, “Well it’s 8:30, do you wanna go at 9:00?”
You nod and stand, discarding your plate in the sink so you could go get ready.
You take a nice shower and dry off, Baekhyun stepping into the shower just after you.
You decide to wear a pink summer dress that goes down to your knees with little buttons down the front, taking a white scarf to tie around your head as a headband before pairing it with white vans
You turn around to see Baekhyun wearing a red plaid shirt with suspenders, black skinny jeans and a black top hat that matches his dark locks perfectly.
“Yeah, um,” You go and pick up your yellow Fjallraven Kanken backpack, “What should we bring? Like snacks? Maybe a weapon of some sort?” You walk over to the small window seat where your books are displayed, picking up Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire for yourself.
“My Dad left me a pocket knife,” he walks over to his suitcase and pulls a small black knife out of the front pocket, flipping the knife out to show you, “and there’s a hammer in the tool box that you could put in your bag?” He flips the knife back in and tucks it in his back pocket for safe keeping.
You nod and walk down the hallway, Baekhyun following behind you. You turn into the kitchen, “You go get the hammer and I’ll pack us some snacks.”
You rummage through the cabinets; your mom had gone grocery shopping while she was here, thank god. You put various snacks in little plastic baggies, along with a couple waters and some bottles of lemonade you found in the back of the fridge.
Baekhyun reappears with a small hammer, “OH oh! Pack me some animal crackers will ya?” He hands you the hammer to put into your backpack.
“Already did,” you laugh “You ready?”
You shove one last apple and your speaker in your bag and head out the door. You stop once you’re outside, “Which way? We could go into the forest, or around the lake?” You point in each direction for emphasis.
“We’ve explored around the lake a million times, lets go in there.” Baekhyun starts heading into the sea of trees, you following close behind
You two walk for about twenty minutes, mentally marking trees and other things so you could easily find your way back. The forest floor was littered with orange and yellow autumn leaves, crunching beneath your feet as you and Baekhyun were talking about the beauty of it all.
“Look at that tree.” Baekhyun says, pointing to a lone oak tree just off the trail. “Do you wanna go hang out on it?” He’s already walking towards it.
The tree was beautiful. The leaves were all a mixture of yellows and oranges, it’s branches hanging both low and high. The tree looked older than anyone could count.
You climbed up the tree by its branches, taking a seat about 9ft in the air, Baekhyun sitting on a branch a little higher and to the left. You reach into your bag and take out a bag of animal crackers, reaching up to hand them to Baekhyun. He gives you a small thanks and you pull out your Harry Potter book and start to read silently to yourself, enjoying the sounds of the forest.
“What are you reading?” Baekhyun smiles down at you from his branch.
You look up, “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.” You reach into your backpack, which was now hanging from a separate branch, and pull out your speaker.
“Ah, gimme.” Baekhyun reaches down as your hand him the speaker. He takes his phone from his back pocket and connects it. Soon you hear Treehouse by Conan Gray start playing lightly, “read to me young grasshopper, fill my ears with this Harry Potter you speak of.” He tries his best to imitate an old man voice and you giggle. You pick up your book and start reading aloud only stopping to answer Baekhyun’s questions and comments [‘Wait what how old is he?’, ‘Well what the hell does he expect if he’s the chosen one’, ‘I don’t like that guy Cedric, he kind of seems like an ass’, ‘Wait wait wait, she just said he’s 12, I thought he was 14?’, etc.] You had read to him for a while, not even knowing or caring what time it was, both of you just laughing and making fun of things and coming up with various scenarios if you two had gone to Hogwarts. He laughs, “Jongin and Sehun would totally be the twins. Oh! oh and Chanyeol is Ron, I’m Harry and you’re Hermione.” You laugh about how enthusiastic he’s become about Harry Potter. “I think Kyungsoo would be Draco, and Junmyeon would be Dumbledore.” he continues, still laughing at himself. You grab the apple you packed in your bag and take a bite. I Know a Place also by Conan Gray is playing softly in the background of you two talking.
You keep reading for a while, both occasionally taking swigs from your bottles of lemonade and taking a bite from your apple as Baekhyun peels an orange. You stopped reading when Harry Style’s Sweet Creature started playing on the speaker. With legs crossed and backs resting up against the tree, both closed your eyes and hummed to the tune of the song.
“This has become one of my favorite places so fast.” You hear Baekhyun say.
You open your eyes and look up at him, “me too. I could sit here for forever.”
You sit in silence as the rest of the song passes, still staying quiet as What a Wonderful World X Can’t Help Falling in Lovewith You by Renee Dominique passes as well; just taking in the sweet smell and scenery of the forest from both of your branches. Looking up, you can see a pool of tree tops and the clouds slowly pass you by.
“It’s 1:30pm already.” Baekhyun announces.
You look at him, shocked. “What? Already?”
“Should we go back to the cabin? Or do you want to explore some more?” He asks, climbing down the tree branch by branch.
You contemplate, “It’s up to you. I mean we could go back to the cabin to make lunch?”
“That sounds nice.” He brushes off the back of his jeans.
You take your backpack and put it your book and bottle of lemonade in it before putting it on. You climb down the tree, Baekhyun grabbing your waist to lift you down when you come into his reach.
“I love this tree.” You say while brushing off your dress.
“Me too, I hope we can find it again.” He looks at the tree with such adoration.
You take off your backpack and unzip it, “I have an idea.” Taking out the hammer, you wedge the flat end into part of the tree, stripping it of the bark. It takes a minute, but soon there’s a patch of bare wood in front of you. “Give me the knife.” Baekhyun reaches into his back pocket and hands it to you, flipping the blade out so you could carve into the tree.
“[The first initial of your name]’s And B’s Cool Tree.”
You step back, satisfied. Baekhyun takes the knife from your hand. You see him carve something below both of your initials, seeing when he steps back that he had carved the Deathly Hallows. “There, perfect.” He whispers under his breath. You stand admiring it for a while before reaching to untie the scarf from around your head, wrapping it around one of the low hanging branches and tying it into a knot. You smile “There. Now it’s perfect.”
You make your way back to the cabin, shoulder to shoulder with Baekhyun the entire way, laughing and talking about random things.
You walk into the cabin, setting your bag down on one of stools to the kitchen island. “What should we eat for lunch?” You open the fridge contemplating.
“Y/n.” Baekhyun says behind you.
You turn around and gasp at how close he is to you. He steps forward, his chest pressing up against yours. He cups your face and brings his lips down to yours as you place your hands on his chest. His lips tasted like lemonade and you wanted more. He placed his hands at your hips and licked your bottom lip, deepening the kiss. You welcomed him into your mouth, his tongue tasting even more like lemonade. He backed you up till you were against the fridge, your hands threading through his hair. The kiss began to get heated quickly. He tapped your thigh as a sign to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. He presses into you, grinding and leaving open mouthed kisses down your jaw.
“Baekhyun” you moan, feeling him getting harder and harder. “Bedroom.”
He starts to carry you down the hallway until you reached your shared room, setting you down on the bed. His lips suck on the sweet spot below your ear, your breath hitching in your throat. You tug town his suspenders and untuck his shirt, undoing the buttons with excited hands. You push his shirt off, your hands immediately roam his toned body, biting your lip. Baekhyun’s hands start unzipping your dress in the back. You stand, the dress pooling at your feet. The dress had built in cups so you had decided earlier to not wear a bra, Baekhyun’s eyes scanning your bare chest. “Shit.” He whispers to himself before pulling you to him, his lips on your collarbone. His lips travel lower, taking your left nipple into his mouth, sucking and moving his tongue in circles before taking the other into his mouth and doing the same.
“Baek.” You arch into him and he pushes you back until you’re laying on the bed.
You start to scoot upwards Baekhyun climbing up your body, spreading your legs to let him in between as he attacks your lips with his.
You reach down to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his legs before he sits up and removes them all the way, throwing them somewhere in the room. You palm his length through his boxers, feeling him groan into mouth. His fingers start playing with the hem of your panties to ask permission, you lift your hips to give him access. He discards them and running his hands up and down the inside of your thighs. A long finger starts to trail up and down your core, feeling how wet you are.
“Are you sure?” He looks into your eyes.
You nod, “Baekhyun please,” You grip him harder. He sighs and closes his eyes at the pleasure. Letting you finally pull his boxers down, revealing his cock that you had gloriously seen a couple days ago.
You run your thumb over the tip, spreading his precum as enters a finger into you, making you gasp followed by a breathy moan.
You wrap your hand around him, pumping him at the same slow pace before he adds another finger, his thumb circling your clit. “God. Baekhyun.” You throw your head back, closing your eyes.
“Fuck baby.” He groans into your neck, beginning to slowly thrust into your hand.
You push his hand away from you so you could grind on his cock, “Baekhyun please.“
That’s when he finally positions himself at your entrance, his tip trailing up and down you, spreading your wetness onto him.
He guides his tip into you, “Fuck you’re so fucking tight.” He hisses, bringing his lips down to yours. You close your eyes at the stretch. “Wait fuck. You aren’t a virgin are you?” He looks at you in panic.
You smile at his wide-eyed expression, “No, this is my third.” you say while you run your hands up and down his arms, feeling how they flex under your touch.
He nods and kisses you again, stopping before entering you inch by inch. Once he’s fully in he pauses kisses your forehead, “Tell me when okay?” You wait a couple seconds before lifting your hips up to signal him to move.
He pulls almost all the way out before sinking back into you slowly. He does this a couple more times, each time becoming more and more pleasurable.
You place one hand on his shoulder, the other in his dark hair. “Faster.” He slowly picks up his speed, thrusting into you until you become a moaning mess.
He lifts your left leg and wraps it around his waist, hitting you deeper than you could ever imagine. “FUCK BAEKHYUN RIGHT THERE” You scream, digging your nails into his shoulders as he brings you to total ecstasy. Sweat and sex filling the room.
“You’re so fucking wet.” Baekhyun moans, his eyes shut tight. He opens his eyes and looks down between your two bodies, shamelessly watching himself leave and enter you in a fast pace, reaching down to rub circles into your clit, drawing gasps from your aching throat.
“I-I fuck, Baek I’m gonna,” You breathed out. He rubbed your clit harder, angling his hips to meet your spot perfectly. You scream his name as your high washes over you, his lips sucking at your neck, all while continuing his ministrations.
As you come down from your orgasm, Baekhyun sits back into a sitting position, lifting you into his lap, “Are you okay baby? Can you keep going?” His voice is deep and raspy, sending tingles straight down to your center.You kiss his neck and nod, guiding him back into you.
You start to bounce on his lap, his hands wrapped around your waist to lift you up and down, your own hooked around his neck. His head is thrown back, mouth slightly parted, letting out the most gorgeous groans and small moans as you bounce on top of him. You feel your head spinning when he starts to thrust upwards into you at a fast pace.
The only sound in the room is the sound of skin on skin and loud moans; both bodies glowing in a sheet of sweat and pure bliss.
His fingers dig into your sides, “Fuck- baby- I don’t have- a condom on.” Moaning and sighing in between each word.
“It’s okay I’m.. I’m on birthco… birth control.” You choke out, reassuringly looking him in the eyes.
“Baekhyun I’m gonna cum again.” You whine, pulling his hair.
“Cum.” He demands, thrusting into you even harder
You throw your head back and cum for the second time, your body dropping into him, legs shaking. Holding you up by the waist, his eyebrows furrow with concentration, thrusts becoming sloppy and moans more high pitched.
He thrusts a few more times, his face buried into your neck; a mixture of moans and your name leave his lips as he cums.
Baekhyun lays back, pulling you with him. “Shit.” he says, breathless.
“Shit.” You retaliate, equally as breathless. You roll off of him so you’re laying next to him.
“Are you okay?” His arms wrap around you.
You laugh, “I’m more than okay right now.”
“Good,” he laughs back. “Me too. Come on, lets go shower.” He picks you up bridal style and carries you into the bathroom.
Once you two are in the shower, you wet your hair and reach for the shampoo bottle. Baekhyun slaps your hand away. “I wanna wash your hair.” HIs smile bright.
They really weren’t lying when they said the after sex glow is a thing, Baekhyun is radiating.
He pours a puddle of shampoo onto your head and uses his long fingers to massage it into your hair. You close your eyes at the feeling.
“So,” He says, fingers still massaging your head. “What house do you think you’d be in if you were at Hogwarts?”
You chuckle at his spontaneous question. “Gryffindor.”
“Hmm why?” He tilts your head back so the water can run through your hair.
“Every quiz I’ve ever taken has always said I would be in Gryffindor, and I feel more connected to that house than the rest.” You grab his shoulders, almost losing your balance. “What about you?”
“Me too. And I’m Harry Potter remember, so I’d be in Gryffindor anyway.” He spreads a glob of conditioner over your head.
You sit on one of the kitchen island stools, wet hair dripping down your back as you wait for Baekhyun to make you both Spaghettios. You watch as he empties both cans into two bowls and puts one in the microwave, doing the same with the other.
“So..” He turns around to face you, “Are you really in love with me?”
Summary: The shy little boy next door - complete with a purity ring and church camp certified, not exactly a match for someone who’s spent a fortune in foundation just to cover up hickies. But Joshua caught your attention within minutes and you couldn’t help but hope that God turned a blind eye when you captured his. Smut.
I had a lot of fun writing this and it is a little bit shorter than my other
ones (5400 words) but eh whatever I hope you guys like it. I focused so much on
the pinky ring because when I first saw the Seventeen rings honestly I didn’t
know they were band rings, no words of a lie I thought they were purity rings
because I had just come from the 5sos fandom and a bunch of people were saying
that Luke’s pinky ring was a purity ring and he stopped wearing it randomly
after his eighteenth birthday, so… whatever please enjoy the smut and message
me feedback! -Tanisha<3)
house - boring. TV - boring. YouTube - boring. Tumblr - boring. Homework -
boring. Sunday afternoon - boring, boring, boring. There was nothing good about
Sundays and you had no clue who invented them or thought they were a good idea.
But, you supposed, whatever day ultimately took their place would suck just as
Summary: You and Bucky have been through a lot together. But when things become too much and Bucky breaks up with you, you find that you could lose him completely.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 3,800
Warnings: Language, slight mention of injury (nothing graphic), mention of death, slight depression, & OH GOD THE ANGST. (but stick with it, I promise)
A/N: This fic got a lot more recognition than what I was expecting, so thank you for that!! It’s almost to 300 notes now, so that’s pretty crazy for my first fic after hiatus. But I hope you guys enjoy this just as much (or even more) than Part 1, as this part is definitely my favorite. It was awesome to write & to be narcissistic, I kinda teared up a bit while writing the ending scenes. But I hope everyone enjoys this just as much as I enjoyed writing it <3
This week I decided to do something a little different–video recs instead of fic recs! Which will return next week, but today I wanted to cry over STAR WARS videos for awhile and, sure, there’s some absolutely hilarious vids or really exciting, awesome vids, too! But there’s also a bunch of them that totally put tears in my eyes because why are you like this, Star Wars?
Long post under the cut! (Categories: Humor, The Sads, Shipper, Meta, Awesome, Serious Fanvids) (Last updated: 2017.06.28) STAR WARS - HUMOR VIDS:
✦ Fuck This Shit, sequel trilogy I thought, okay, I’m going to rewatch this one to write a quick rec, I’m not going to laugh this time. I STILL BURST OUT LAUGHING, even knowing it was coming.
✦ Firework, sequel trilogy/cast I laugh every single time I watch this video, this is it, this is me as a Star Wars fan. It’s one of those that takes a serious moment and puts a fun song over it and the result is magic. ✦ Turn Down For What, prequel trilogy I will rewatch Satine’s epic speech with dramatic background music every time. ✦ Palpatine Shooting Stars + Shooting Star, prequel trilogy, original trilogy, sequel trilogy I love this song more and more every time I see these videos, they’re hilarious. It’s kind of the epitome of meme culture but goddamn if it doesn’t make me genuinely laugh. ✦ BLOCKED, prequel trilogy Never has this been so accurate.
Request: Evan and reader meeting his mom. Like family dinner or something
A/N: lmao I hope this is good
Every once in awhile, Heidi would be able to take time off to spend with her son. She always looked forward to the moments she would get to spend with him. Over the past year, she had hardly seen him, she missed him so much. She thought it would be nice to surprise him with dinner on a random Friday night. She cooked his favorite meal and set the table all nice and neat. She was excited to get to see her little boy. She nearly squealed with happiness when the front door to their house opened.
“Evan, honey! I’ve got a surprise for you!”, she exclaimed as she walked to the door. It seemed like Evan had a surprise for her because he was with a girl that she didn’t recognize. “Oh, who is this?”, she politely asked then turned her attention to the girl in front of her, “Heidi Hansen, it’s lovely to meet you.”
“Mom”, Evan softly scolded. He was afraid his mom would say or do something that would ruin the relationship he had.
“What? I’m just saying hello to your lady friend.”, she smiled teasingly, then turned to the girl, “What’s your name?”
“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.”, the girl shyly smiled at her.
“Why don’t you join us for dinner? I was planning on it only being for Evan and me, but there’s more if you’d like some.”, Heidi offered.
“Oh, Ms. Hansen, that would be lovely, but I wouldn’t want to intrude on your family time.”
Heidi shook her head and led Y/N to the Hansen’s kitchen/dining room. Evan followed them with a sulky walk. He felt that tonight was going to be a disaster. He wasn’t prepared for his mom to be home. She never is! All he wanted was to play card games with Y/N and eat some Chinese takeout. He wasn’t able to prep Y/N to meet his mom, or prep himself for it either. But he couldn’t stop it, he had to let whatever was going to happen, happen.
Y/N was having a mix of emotions. She was nervous to meet Heidi, but she also was elated to meet her. She knew about Evan’s father leaving, so meeting the only parental figure in his life was a massive deal. But she could tell that Heidi was sweet and that the dinner would go by great. She hoped Evan would be able to understand that.
As Heidi set a plate for Y/N, Evan and Y/N quietly sat at the table. Neither person wanted to say anything, both didn’t know what to say. So they sat in silence waiting for Heidi.
“Y/N, would you like something to drink? Soda, iced tea, water?”, Heidi asked putting the plate of pizza casserole.
“Water is fine, thank you.”
Heidi nodded, “It’s no troubles at all. Evan, do you want a sprite?”
He nodded, continuing to stare at the plate of mock-Italian food in front of him. Heidi sighed and went to get him a sprite from the garage.
Y/N knew something was off with Evan and she also knew that this unexpected dinner was the root of the problem, “I can make an excuse to leave if you want.”
“No no no, it’s fine. I just wasn’t ready to do this tonight.” Evan said, grabbing Y/N’s hand and holding it softly. So far, this was some of the only physical contact Evan could initiate, but they had only been together for a few months.
She let a small smile form on her face, “Are you sure?”
He nodded again, looking up at her. She leaned over and gave his cheek a soft kiss, which Heidi ended up seeing, but didn’t mention. But that doesn’t mean she didn’t let her beaming smile take place. Her little Evan was in love, she thought she’d never see the day. She then made sure to bump into the wall or something to alert the two that she was about to enter the room.
“Whoops, clumsy old me. Here you go, Ev. And a nice cup of cold water for you Ms. Y/N”, she said giving the kids their respected drink, “Shall we eat now?”. She sat in her place across from the two and started at her meal. Y/N and Evan did the same, still holding hands under the table. After about a minute of silence, Heidi spoke up again, “So, Y/N, tell me a little about your family.”
Y/N took a sip of water and then spoke, “Well, I’ve got one sibling, but they’re older than me. They’re already in their last year of college. My mom is a teacher at the elementary school and my dad is a freelance graphic designer.”
“That’s not something you hear everyday, what exactly does he do?”
“The real question is, what doesn’t he do. He designs signs, billboards, murals, business cards, logos, you name it. Anything with art involved, he’s on it.”, Y/N joked.
Heidi laughed at what she said, “Did any of that artistic talent flow over to you or your sibling?”
“Not to me, but Xavier is incredible at art. He sells some prints on the side for extra money. I’m more like my mom, I love music.”
“Wow, I’d love to hear some sometime.”, Heidi suggested with an impressed look.
Y/N blushed, “I’d love to play some for you. Do you mind if I use the restroom?”
“Of course, do you know where it is?”
“Yes, ma’am.”, Y/N said with a salute as she stood up and left for the restroom.
Heidi turned to her son, “She’s very nice. She’s also very cute.” Evan shrugged while moving his food around on his plate. “I’m a little confused as to why you’ve never brought her around with me home on purpose. Or why you’ve never even mentioned her.”, Heidi observed, taking a sip of her wine.
“We didn’t feel like rushing into things.”, he mumbled. Heidi nodded but was still slightly irritated at her son. She knew that wasn’t the reason, but she wasn’t going to get the actual answer out of him without a ton of pestering that she didn’t have the patience for.
When Y/N entered the kitchen again, she could almost feel how thick the tension was. She decided not to think too hard about it. When she sat back down, she asked Heidi what this delicious meal actually was.
"Pizza casserole. It’s got meatballs, rigatoni, marinara sauce, and a whole lotta cheese. When Evan was younger and I started working more, I would make this on Sunday night. One pot of this would last us 3 or 4 days. I thought he would get sick of it, so I slapped the world pizza in front of it and he was sold.”, she explained with a reminiscent smile.
Then, Y/N’s ringtone blared out from her phone, startling all three people. “Oh, I’m sorry, it’s my mom. Do you mind if I take this?”, Y/N sheepishly asked.
“Oh, no. Go ahead, sweetie”
Y/N mouthed a thank you, before answering her phone, “Hi, Mom!… Yeah, I’m at Evan’s… What? He wasn’t supposed to get in until tomorrow!… Yeah, I can pick him up… No, it’s fine… Okay… I’ll call you when I get there.”, Y/N sighed before standing up, “I’m so sorry, but I have to pick up my brother from the airport. Apparently, he told us the wrong day he was going to get home, and he doesn’t have a ride to our house. So it’s up to me to go pick him up since my parents are on a date right now.”
“Oh, that’s fine!”, Heidi assured as she moved to the other side of the table to give Y/N a hug, “Make sure you drive safe! I’ll have to invite you over to have dinner again. Even though you were only here for a short time, you were a joy.”
“Thank you very much, Ms. Hansen. I enjoyed coming over here.”, she said reciprocating Heidi’s hug.
Once Heidi pulled away, she glanced at Evan, “I’ll give you two a moment alone.” She then left the kitchen and went to the living room.
Evan stood up and gave Y/N a softer hug, “I’ll see you later.”
Y/N gave him a quick peck on the lips, “Okay. I know this isn’t how you wanted to spend tonight, but at least nothing mortifying happened.”
Evan chuckled and nodded with a light blush, “Yeah.” The two pulled away and walked to the front door. Heidi was watching them from the den.
Y/N gave Evan another peck on the lips and opened the front door, “Text me tomorrow, okay?”
Evan nodded as she exited the home. When he closed the door, Heidi turned her head away quickly. He went and sat next to her on the couch. It was silent for a moment before Heidi spoke, “I still think you should have told me about her. Maybe we should set up a dinner with her family?”
gets injured after a hunt and isn’t handling it very well. Neither is Dean.
Charlie tries to help but should really have brushed up on her Latin skills
before doing so.
x Reader, Sam and Charlie are there too. Cas is only mentioned (sad!Boxy)
692 (and here I thought it would be a drabble)
swears a lot, Reader almost dies (somewhat graphic description), Reader gets
drugged by Charlie (not sure if that should be a warning?), Reader vomits
(somewhat graphic description)
Mardi (aka @soopranatural). Go follow her, bitches! She’s awesome ;) Don’t miss
reading her amazingly funny beta comments at the bottom.
A/N: I think I did a flangsty thing? I swear, it started
out as the fluffiest of crack drabbles and then BAM! I accidentally took the
exit to Angstville… Let me know what you think, and if you want to be tagged
in any future fics!
in Dean’s POV
decided to leave the bar earlier than usual. Sam had already gone home with
some brunette that had been eyeing him all evening, and I didn’t feel like
staying just to find someone for myself.
Besides, I would be lying if I
said that you hadn’t constantly been on my mind since our last hunt together.
What that witch had done to you still haunted my nightmares. And I fucking hate witches.
Good Stuff - THE TROOF ABOUT STEVEN UNIVERSE - Pt. 1
WARNING: Own up to your farts responsibly; people will think highly of you for it. Present any big responses you have in the inbox. Thank you, take care out there, and enjoy.
I’d go on a spiel about why I did this or who am I, but I don’t want to take too much of your time. Steven Universe is a charming, popular show with a quad-polar fandom, and I’m only here to point out what I say is legitimately wrong with the cartoon. Simple enough? Fair enough. Point number 1:
Okay, my first point really doesn’t just apply with cartoons, but fights in general. Question: what’s the one thing that people get the most out of seeing a fight? The impacts. Those moments where the opponent is given such a crushing ass blow, that you can feel the effort that went into that attack. Yeah, Steven Universe lacks this. I mean, it can look like the characters are putting effort into fighting their opponents and it can look like they’re getting hurt pretty bad (thanks to applied visuals and sound effects), but it never feels like the characters are actually hitting each other. There are instances of impact, but they’re menial and they’re scattered between the duelists smacking each other like helium filled action figures; feeling as tender as any other motion the characters do throughout. Now if you’re wondering what I mean by impacts, note these prime examples; because animes know their action.
JJBA: Stardust Crusaders (2014)
Hajime no Ippo - New Challenger (2009)
Summer Wars (2009)
Samurai Champloo (2004)
One Piece: GOLD (2016)
My Hero Academia (2016)
If present, violence can/should provide a contrast to the supposedly grounded world in any series, and the impacts of violence should be escalating with every punch or kick. Attacks should fly with fierce swiftness, the weight/force of any blow can be seen; raw power, speed, and stamina should be pushed to limits unknown. Now, I’m not saying Steven U has to imitate any incredible, well animated fight scene that anime has flawlessly provided by now, but more effort should have been made to escalate the impact of their fights, not keep it steady lined with
*Smear work to make the boring motions look fast paced
*Spiky white marks to show a clash
*quick visual instances of impact that lets you know a character is getting hurt
*and tons of smoke to cover the possibly graphic imagery
Steven Universe has the fundamentals of action down, but they don’t go beyond that (plus ultra). Their fights can look technically similar with the characters being the only real source of variation, especially when you can figure out their attacks ahead of time. So I hate to say this, but if you’ve seen one fight, you’ve seen ‘em all.
Another reason I presented Steven U’s lacking action is because tts not just about fists flying or weapons clashing, but the balance of emotion that goes with the foes putting their heart and soul into taking each other down. But, for most of the time, I don’t see SU’s fights present any real hook of seriousness, even if it wants me to, and most of them feel present for (basic) comedy. I feel less invested in who’s fighting, or why, than I am at how they’re getting beat up. Ironic, being a show that’s all about being open with its “serious” emotions. Combined with its lackluster animation, and they don’t add much contrast towards an otherwise easy going series. Ex., take this highlight:
This here is honestly the most funniest a fight scene of theirs can get (mostly ‘cuz Peri deserved that), but after seeing the pretty slow animation, it can lose its luster no matter how deserving it may seem. Now notice this whopping scene, from the anime One Punch Man, below.
You can know nothing about One Punch Man, who these characters really are, but you can tell from these 5 seconds alone that when a fight happens, there’s a fast, over the top sense of comedy that comes with the brutal nature of a man that can apparently KO anybody in one swing, ironic and even more comedic with said one hit wonder being the most emotionless looking character on the show.
Seriously, that’s his face for almost the whole series
Now I know what you’re thinking, “But Monkey Network, it’s mostly a slice of life cartoon. The action scenes aren’t that prominent in the series as you might think and hope.” And I’d say fair point except for the fact that Friendship is Magic is also a slice of life cartoon that only has a few real action scenes under its belt, and this particular one is the best fucking thing I’ll ever see.
AGAIN, you can know nothing about the series as a whole, or this episode in general, but this fight alone perfectly captures the game Steven Universe has never really utilized since its early days. It has some seriousness with its escalating over the top attacks, the pace never feels constant, and even though they’re evenly matched, the things they do look fucking cool. The only downside is that since the show has puppet flash animation, it does looks limited, but even then they made the most of it. Steven Universe is hand drawn, so with all due respect, they have no fucking excuse. Their fight scenes amount to stay the course animation with glimpses of impact and a flashy style to avoid it from being pod racing levels of BORING. I’ve seen fan animations that would give this show a run for its money.
The Fandom provides more than the actual show
Even before Garnet’s fight with Jasper, Steven Universe’s action sequences was a sweet chunk of what made the show investing to watch, and looking at back at it, I was a bit too invested in something that wasn’t that invested in itself. Again, I know it can’t stack up to the God tier works that the anime world’s made for itself, but compared to other action present cartoons (Voltron, Star vs. the Forces of Evil, Avatar, The Powerpuff Girls, MLP, OK KO, any shonen anime), I think maybe they could/should git a little gooder in providing actual fights, not sparring matches. That, and if Sugar Honey Ice Tea and her crewniverse can put such effort into the facial expressions, they can make the fights more expressive too. Just saying. Computer, a nice way to end this, please.
Hello hello! sorry I haven’t posted any writing in so long. thank you to @gdesertsand and @miss-jinx09 for ideas on the end of part one and part 2.
warning: contains graphic descriptions of violence a swearing so if your sensetive to any of that, don’t read.
(hints to one sided Lancelot, but not much)
Word count: 1090
Lance groggily opens his eyes. His head pounds from the bright lights above him. He blinks rapidly, trying to see past the glaring lamp. Eventually, his eyes adjust to the light and he starts looking around. Stiffness in his neck from lying in an awkward position makes itself known making Lance give out a small groan of pain. “Ah, you’re finally awake!” says a voice from across the room. Lance slowly turns his head towards the loud voice. A tall, purple man walks towards him in large strides. The man has long, white hair and light purple skin. He reeks of power and obviously holds a prominent position in the Galra Empire. “who’re you?” lance slurs. He must have hit his head pretty hard. He goes to lift his hand up to feels for any lumps on his head but finds his arms are restrained. Dang it. “Well, I am Prince Lotor! Ruler of the Galra Empire.” Lotor smiles. Double dang it. “you must be a shitty leader if I’ve never heard of you.” Lance smirks. The smile on Lotor’s face slowly fades into an evil smirk. An evil glint in his eyes appear as he reaches out to caress Lance’s face. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, boy.” Lotor grabs Lance’s face roughly, pushing his cheeks together to make him look like a fish. Lance’s smirk disappears off his face at the aggressive gesture. “Maybe we should do something about that.” Lotor’s eyes held a malicious glint at the threat. Lance’s mind thinks back to his team, his second family. “what do you want from me?” Lance questions. He’s hoping it has nothing to do with Voltron but he already knows it does. “information, of course.” Lotor replies instantly. “so… not my amazingly good looks?” Lance tries to keep the topic off Voltron for as long as possible. He knows he’ll accidentally say something that could jeopardise the team, but no matter how many times he changes the topic or replies with a snarky remark, Lotor always leads the questions back to Voltron. “I’ve tried to be nice, Lance, but if you’re not going to cooperate with me I’m going to have to hurt you.” Lance shivered at this. He never enjoyed being in pain just like the other 98.99% of people on earth. But he would do anything for his team. He would die for his team. And if he was to be in pain to protect them? So be it.
As Lotor pressed the knife into Lance’s thigh slowly, Lance suppresses a scream. The pain was burning hot, he could feel at the knife breaks into muscle and touches bone. Lotor twists the knife causing Lance to scream out in pain. “What are the red paladin’s weaknesses?” Lotor asks again. Lance whines in pain, his leg burning. “Is that all ya’ got, you purple jelly bean fuck?” Lance replies. Lotor sighs, annoyed. He’s tried countless different torture methods, burning, stabbing, electrocuting and even Boiling! Nothing had worked thus far. Maybe he could try threatening him with something bigger… a loss of an appendage! “you got such a foul mouth for such a pretty boy. Would be a shame if you couldn’t talk anymore…” Lotor watches as Lances face turns from confused to terrified. Smiling at the look on his face, Lotor moves from Lance’s thigh to his face. Lotor strokes the side of his jaw with a horrid look on his face. He grabs Lance’s jaw roughly, prying it open despite Lances protests. “I wonder what’ll happen if this thing goes…” Lotor growls, grabbing Lances tongue and digging his claws into it to stop it from slipping away. “Stop! Stop!” Lance pleads, his ‘stops’ coming out weirdly. Pain shoots up his tongue and the coppery taste of blood invades his mouth. “so, are you going to tell me the weaknesses of Voltron?” Lotor stares intensely into Lance’s deep blue eyes. Disappointed faces of his team flash before Lance’s eyes. He would do anything not to see those faces again. The same disappointed face his mama gave him when he told her he didn’t get into the fighter pilot class. He was just a disappointing cargo pilot. Second best. He’s just a boy from Cuba after all. No. He was Lance. The funny, handsome Lance. The Sharpshooter Lance. A look of determination makes its way to his face. He will not lose. Lotor knows his answer just from the look on his face. “Well then. I see you’ve chosen your shitty team over yourself.” Lotor smiles as he reaches over to the knife that’s still in Lance’s thigh. He yanks the sharp knife out in one swift pull. Lance’s scream echoes through the torture chamber. “The only thing that’s shitty,” Lance pants, meeting Lotor’s eye again “is you.” Lotor laughs at these words. He moves the bloodied knife towards Lance’s face. He knows this is going to hurt like a bitch but for the team, he would sacrifice his life. The knife is pushed into his mouth, under his tongue. “Any last words?” Lotor taunts. Lance glares into Lotor’s yellow eyes. “You’ll never be anything more than a replacement for your father.” Lance slurs out. Anger washes over Lotor’s face and with a slight flick of his wrist, Lance is screaming in agony and sorrow. Blood fills his mouth and the back of his throat. He can’t breathe. He’s stopped screaming by now. He chokes on the blood that spills out of his stub of a tongue. He tries to breathe through his mouth and just inhales more blood. His mind is racing, how is he going to get out of this? He breathes again, this time through his nose, and finds he didn’t inhale blood. He calms himself, careful not to breathe through his mouth. Lance tilts his head to the side and opens his mouth to let the blood out. “I take back what I said before,” Lotor says with a look of disgust on his face. “you aren’t a pretty boy anymore.” Lotor loves how pitiful Lance looked. Choking on his own blood like an idiot. “Take him back to his cell!” Lotor yells at one of the guards. The guards scramble in fear of Lotor to pick up Lance and drag him out the room. “idiots…” Lotor murmurs.