maybe these will do better than my last ones

Spidey’s Got a Girlfriend?!

“I promise I’ll be there,” Peter spoke, and Tony over heard him on the phone. Tony leaned against the door frame to his office where Peter stood taking his phone call.

“Hey, I apologized for last time… I know… I can’t wait… I-I love you too. Bye” Peter hung up, a smile tugging at his lips. The boy looked absolutely love sick, it made Tony smile a little.

“Was that your girlfriend?” Tony asked as he walked in.

“Ah! Mr. Stark, how long were you right there?” Peter whirled around to look at Tony. Tony rose an eyebrow, his smile only growing.

“Not long. Tell me about the girl,” Tony sauntered into his office and sat behind his desk. Peter was absolutely red in the face and obviously looking for any way out of this conversation.

“What girl?” Peter played dumb.

“Come on, kid. You’ve got to be a better liar than that to fool me… unless it’s not a girl, which is fine. Tell me about them.”

Peter sighed and sat in one of the chairs on the other side of Tony’s desk. He was still obviously blushing, “She’s from my school, and we’ve been dating for a while.”

“How long?”

“Six months.”

“Jesus, I don’t think I had a relationship that lasted longer than six days when I was your age. How do you do it?” Tony say up, suddenly fascinated by the conversation. He thought maybe this was a two week thing, something casual, and the ‘I love you’ that was exchanged was premature and naïve. However after learning the time frame of the relationship he had to rethink that; maybe it was sincere.

“She’s really great,” Peter mumbled, still obviously embarrassed.

“Well where are you taking this great girl? And why haven’t I met her? Does your Aunt know about her?”

“Yeah Aunt May knows and we’re going to the art museum. She likes to make fun of the classics. And I guess you haven’t met her because I didn’t think you wanted to. ”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I dunno, you’re busy, I guess. And it’s just a normal thing, not a super hero thing.”

Tony suddenly felt kind of bad about that. He wanted to know these things, if only because he was nosey. At that moment, he decided the previous matters on which this meeting was called on was no longer important. He wanted to know all about Peter’s girlfriend, and this date they were supposed to be having. This was kind of big. First loves were important right? People married their high school sweet hearts all the time. Sure those marriages often ended in divorce but sometimes they don’t. Tony realized there was so much wisdom he needed to share with Peter. Were they being safe, taking the proper precautions so they didn’t ruin their future with a baby?!

“Okay, kid,” Tony inhaled sharply, trying to put his spiraling thoughts to rest, “Tell me all about this girl.”

Peter eventually had to leave to go on his date, but Tony just wasn’t satisfied with simply hearing about the girl. So he called in someone who understood the concept of trusting no one and treating everyone like they’re suspicious.

“Hey Natasha,” he spoke on the phone.

“What, Stark?”

“So Underoos has a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, her name is Y/N.”

“You already searched her up?”

“No Peter told me about her, the time you asked me to keep an eye on him while you were in Mumbai.”

“He just told you about her?!”

“He needed advice on what kind of flowers to get her. If it makes you feel better, I also did some background checks and things like that on her. She’s an average student, she’s a part of few little clubs, most notably she’s on the newspaper. She’s got some award winning articles too. I think she wants to be a journalist.”

“They’ve been together six months Natasha.”

“I know, tonight is there six month anniversary. They’re going to a couple of museums. They’re at the art museum right now.”

“… Are you trailing them?”

“Of course I am. This Y/N girl is great for him, I can’t let him screw it up.”

Tony was quiet for a beat, “I’ll meet you there.”

Tony and Natasha watched from far off  at the two teens. They held hands as they walked through the art museum. She pointed at a painting and said something that made Peter laugh. Tony put in an ear piece that allowed him to hear what the two was saying.

“I’m just saying, Daphne turned into a fucking tree,” Y/N laughed, “Ancient Greek mythology is fucked up.”

“She swears a lot,” Tony grumbled, he looked over to Natasha to see her smiling a little, “Natasha!” he chastised.

“What? It’s kind of funny.”

The couple kept walking. Y/N rested her head on Peter’s shoulder as they went to the next painting. It was of Sappho and her many lovers. Y/N read the description in front of the painting aloud.

“ Sappho and a close friend, huh?” she said sarcastically.

“Mmhm, just two gals being pals,” Peter agreed.

“Oh yeah, because I kiss my girl friends on the mouth all the time. No homo, dude.”

“Definitely not. Sappho was just a woman who was close friends with a lot of other women.”

“Yeah, nothing gay about that, dude. She totally wasn’t a lesbian.”

“Oh no definitely not.”

They were both starting to laugh, because the picture in front of them was so blatantly gay. Y/N continued on about how historians will go to any lengths to make things heterosexual. Natasha was trying to keep it together and not outright laugh at the things Y/N said. Tony was trying very hard not to instantly like Y/N, because he didn’t even know this girl, but he couldn’t help but to smile every time Peter laughed.  Peter was just a kid in love with her, and he so rarely embraced being a kid. He was trying to be more mature so he could be a better super hero, but these precious moments of youth were passing him by. He couldn’t help but to think Y/N was good for him. Y/N and Peter got to a particular sculpture in which she tried to mimic the pose the statue was in. It was admittedly a complete failure, but Peter tried to. He was no closer to matching the pose than she was.  They laughed at their mutual failure and continued on. They eventually left the art museum and got lunch together.

“She’s a good kid,” Natasha assured as they sat with their coffee al fresco across the street from the restaurant the two of you went in to.

“Well I didn’t think she’d be bad… just maybe not right for Peter. He’s a sweet kid, and people like to crush kindness when they find it.”

“This girl has been with him for six months, and do you know how many times Peter has cancelled plans with her to go save someone in need. She doesn’t even know he’s Spider-Man. She just trusts that whatever he’s doing is important… so if anyone is going to get hurt in all of this… it’s probably her.”

“How many times has he cancelled.”

“14,” Natasha over articulated then took a sip of her coffee.

“Jesus,” Tony sighed.

“Yep, and she’s still here.”

“He should tell her.”

“I think so too, but he’ll only take so much advice from me. But you know how much being a superhero can strain on a relationship, maybe he’d take the advice better from you.”

Tony turned his head and watched as Y/N pulled out a box from her purse. He listened in on their conversation.

“I know we both agreed not to get each other presents until our year anniversary, but I saw this and I thought of you,” Y/N spoke.

Peter went to speak, obviously about to chastise her for getting him a gift but she held up a hand to stop him.

“I didn’t spend a dime on it.”

Peter opened the box and a smile took over his face. It was a super old polaroid camera that 1977 would soon be calling for.

“You know now that I think about it… that’s probably worth a lot of money,” she spoke offhandedly, “But I don’t use it anymore, and I know you’ve been collecting cameras so…just promise me you won’t sell it.” she shrugged again. Tony could tell she was trying to seem casual about the gift, but she’d probably spent days trying to figure out what to get Peter.

“Of course I’m not going to sell it. How did you just have this?”

“It was a gift from my grandma,” she sighed, Peter motioned to give it back, “No, you keep it. I never use it, and my grandma would have wanted someone to use that camera, and love it the way you love the rest of your cameras.”

“… I will,” he gave her a soft smile. He put the camera’s strap around his neck. He then reached into his own pocket to get a small box.

“Looks like neither of us can follow directions,” Peter smiled ruefully as he slid the box to her.

“God dammit, Parker. I wanted to be the master gift giver this time,” she joked as she took the box. She undid the bow around it and opened the box. She looked up at him, confused by the content of the box, or rather surprised.

“Pete.”

“It’s a uh… a promise ring,” Peter was red again, “Not to get too intense or anything… it’s just that I know it bothers you that I cancel a lot… even though you don’t say anything about it. I just wanted to show you that I really do want to keep you forever.”

“Oh god that’s so sweet, I’m gonna throw up,” Natasha groaned.

“Jeez, who raised this kid.” Tony complained looking away from the scene he thought to be cringe worthy, because of course that was too much for a high school relationship. It was entirely too much.

“His aunt is a hopeless romantic.” Natasha explained.

“You’re gonna make me cry, Pete,” Y/N spoke and as she did she seemed to already be dabbing tears from her eyes.

“Oh wow, she’s into it,” Tony said surprised by the turn of events. Peter pulled his own ring on as Y/N put on hers. Y/N leaned over the table and kissed Peter. It wasn’t one of those long winded kisses that Rom-Coms glorify, it was sweet and simple.

“Ew this is too sweet. I think I’m getting diabetes just from watching it,” Tony complained but he didn’t look away. As Y/N sat back on her side of the booth, Peter put his camera up and snapped a picture of her.

“Pete,” she complained.

“I want to remember this moment forever,” He explained as he pulled the picture from the little slot and shook it absently.

“Yeah but I’ve still got tears in my eyes,” she laughed a little. Peter smiled as he looked down at the slowly forming picture.

“You look beautiful,” Peter assured turning the picture toward her.

“We’ve got another museum to go to, silly boy,” she reminded, “We can’t spend forever here.”

Tony came back to himself at her words. He and Natasha should go. They should allow Peter the youthful innocence of his first love without prying eyes.

~Mod Lillian

Oops

Based off the song Oops by Little Mix feat. Charlie Puth

Word Count: 568

Warnings: Implied smut kinda. Fluff

A/N: This kinda turned into one of those drabbles where I didn’t actually define the pairing. So you can decide who you want this to be with. Dean, Sam, Cas, someone from another fandom, whoever you’re crushing on at the moment… All I know is that this song is absolutely adorable!!

Version en Español: Oops


Y/N and I are just friends.

Yeah. Friends.

That’s it. We tried the dating thing and both decided that we were better off as friends.

So yeah. Friends.

Then why do I keep waking up in her bed?

But we’re still just friends.

You know, the kind of friends who sometimes, maybe, every once in a while, no big deal, might backslide.

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I am unwelcome. An unsought guest in their wood.

★☆★ MASTERLIST ★☆★

SERIES:

::★:: THE DARKNESS IN ME ::★:: ~FINISHED~

From the outside you seem to have everything. Everything other girls want to be. Good looking, beautiful and an amazing singer. But no one sees what really blooms inside you. The darkness is about to consume you every day a little bit more. Can this handsome stranger who was there when you needed him the most also save you from the darkness lurking inside you? 

Part 1      Part 2      Part 3      Part 4      Part 5      
Part 6      Part 7      Part 8      Part 9      Part 10   
Part 11    Part 12    Part 13    Part 14     Part 15 (Final)

Epilogue


::★:: GODDESS OF THE UNDERWORLD ::★::

Greek mythology!AU. James Barnes is the most feared man of the world. Mortals know him as Hades, God of the Underworld. You are a goddess yourself mortals call Persephone but you’re still scared of James. When Zeus and Demeter betroth you to Hades, you are furious. But you also can’t deny you’re drawn to the dark, attractive god. Maybe he’s not what he seems. What better person than you to look behind his facade, his wife.

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ONE-SHOTS:

::★:: CUTIE PIE YOU MAKE ME SMILE ::★::

To celebrate my 500 Followers I wrote this fluffy One-Shot  
Enjoy and thank you all for supporting me ♥ ♥ ♥

You’re having a bad day and Bucky makes it his mission to cheer you up.

Read it ★HERE★ 


::★:: NOCTURNAL ::★::

You can’t remember when the last time was you really slept during night. With nothing else to do, you wander in the silent halls of the Avengers Tower. You hate not being able to sleep at night. Will that change when the handsome Bucky Barnes accompanies you during these restless dark hours?

Read it  ★HERE


UPCOMING FIC IDEAS:

::★:: HAPPILY EVER AFTER ::★::

It was supposed to be the most beautiful day of her life. Her wedding day. But it became her worst, after catching her fiancé sleeping with her best friend and bridesmaid. She went to the only person that came to her mind. Tony Stark. After the huge betrayal of her fiancé he’s the only man she trusts completely, along with the other Avengers she knows. But how does the new addition to the heroes, the handsome Bucky Barnes, fit into the picture?

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::★:: MIRROR OF HER SOUL ::★::

Making the people around her believe they know how she feels through her hair colors is one thing, but showing them her real feelings is something else. More than once she wished she could also manipulate her eye colors with her mutation. Then she wouldn’t have to wear sunglasses all the time to make sure no one can read her like an open book. See right into her soul just by seeing the colors of her eyes. Especially not Bucky Barnes.

Part 1 - coming soon


::★:: SIRENITY ::★::

Reader is a mutant with a special power … well voice. Her voice is like that of a siren, making every man who hears it instantly fall in love with her. She promised herself to never speak again because of her mutant power. But what happens when she meets the handsome Bucky Barnes and helplessly falls for him? Can she still keep her promise or will she use her voice to make Bucky’s heart forever hers?

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One word prompt fic 

AN: If you follow me on twitter (smoakbettsqueen) you’ll know I’ve been in a writing rut lately unable to write anything, I asked some awesome friends @callistawolf and @latinasmoak for some prompts and thus begins this little mini series of fics all from their prompts that take place post 523.

Coffee.

“Mr. Mayor, your two o'clock is here.” Marlene’s voice echoes across Oliver’s large office, but before he can query her on what two o'clock the intercom goes dead.

He frowns in confusion his hand moving to his daily planner, his hardcopy daily planner. His forehead wrinkles in confusion as he flips through the well worn pages, trying to find out who he’s supposed to be meeting with. He really hopes it’s not the Hub City mayor, he’s almost certain they are meeting on Friday at two, the large stack of regulations and agreements that he’s suppose to go through before that meeting -that he’s already rescheduled twice- is currently staring back at him. The mayor of Hub City is  never going to want to meet with him again if he’s not even prepared for this meeting.

“Why did I buy you that fancy state of the art tablet if you’re just going to be a caveman and use that planner?”

A familiar teasing voice calls out, halting all of Oliver’s thoughts, much like she’s been doing for the past 6 weeks, or 6 years if Oliver is being honest with himself.

He looks up and can’t help but smile as Felicity glides into the office the little floral romper she’s wearing rustling as she walks. She’s holding a tray with two large cups of coffee in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other.

The cuffed sleeve of her romper has slipped off and Oliver can see the tan curve of her shoulder. He’s already tempted to press his lips to against the soft curves and pull down the V of Felicity’s flora romper and explore the rest of her tanned skin, all too familiar of just how far that tan really goes, or doesn’t go as the case may be.

“Your two o’clock at your service, Mr. Mayor.” Felicity says cheekily as she does a slight curtsy with her gifts despite the fact that she’s in a romper and not a dress.

She takes one look at Oliver’s expression though and backs away from him when he takes a step towards her. “No. No. No. Keep those thoughts in your head mister.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Oliver protests his smile widening when Felicity holds the hot coffee and what he assumes are chocolate croissants -his absolute favourite-  like a shield in front of her. 

“No, but that face and that smile. I know that smile.” Felicity accuses, “you’ve got dirty on your mind. That is not the kind of services I am bringing. We will not have a repeat of what happened last week.”

“Felicity.”

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First Day of School

The last part of the Summer Masterposts series

I know I haven’t done much on this series, but I think it’s time to inform you all about getting ready for the first day of school! Here is my best advice as to how to be prepared:

  1. Study a bit of the content before it is taught. What I like to sometimes do is go on khanacademy or look into the textbooks I am assigned and just quickly read on what we’re going to learn. Or, you could do entire lessons! The more you know, the merrier.
  2. Ask other people who took the class how it was like. Sometimes all you need is to ask someone that’s had experience. Questions like, “was the course rigorous?”, “how are assignments graded?”, and “was the learning experience fun?” can definitely help you.
  3. Get supplies early. Don’t be distracted from all the cutesy folders and stickers and whatnot the day before your school starts. Plan ahead, get the essentials, and worry about the little things later. Or, you could get the bare necessities for the first few days of class, then go out and buy supplies (depending if your teacher requires binders, dividers, etc.)
  4. Find a good bag! Make sure that it’s going to last through the year! Invest in a bag that suits your needs, but also has a good quality. Jansport and Kanken are really good options!
  5. Reduce, reuse, recycle. Don’t throw away your half-used notebooks. Just tear out the old pages, and you can use it for scratch work, a class that doesn’t use notebooks often, or make a personal journal! Use other school supplies around your house too- save ya money!
  6. Pick your outfits the day before. I honestly do this every day as a routine. I don’t worry about if my outfit goes together and whatnot because I already know! And, if you’re really unsure about choosing an outfit, quickly wear a bunch before deciding. Better than knowing last minute.
  7. Get your breakfast things ready, just in case. Especially on the first day of school, your sleep schedule might not be fully set, or maybe you forgot to hit snooze. Make sure you set out everything on the counter so that all you need to do is whip everything together and get out the door.
  8. Set two different alarms. I have one on my Fitbit and one on my actual alarm. One may work, one may not. There are even some cases that both won’t work! My two alarms are only ten minutes apart, so even if I missed the first one, there’s always a backup.
  9. Organize as much as you can. Every month, I clean out my bag and put all extra papers, finished units and chapters, and tests in separate piles in a small box. Not only does it clean your bag, it also provides a safe place to put all your worksheets and papers so that you don’t lose anything. Plus, if you have finals at the end of the year, you’ve already got the resources!
  10. Don’t sweat it! It’s only the first day of school. Live for the experiences! It can be hard to not get worked up on things, but honestly, we’ll all get over it!

Hopefully this helped you guys! And thank you all for the love and support for my Summer Masterposts series! And here’s to another great school year! 


More on the Summer Masterposts series:

IntroductionWhat to do During Summer DIY summer crafts  • Summer Life Hacks 

"Do you love him?”

Summary: The “Do you love him?” scene, but gayer. Michael’s POV. In which Mr. Heere ain’t no fool, but he is father of the year. 

Word Count: 1,147 

AN: I know 0 things about weed and this is mad tacky so bear w/me, lmao. I don’t really know where I was going with this, I just wanted to add more Drama™. When I started I had a sequel planned, but I’ve since forgotten how that was gonna go…so, if you want a sequel, hmu and give me ideas!


He’d hoped it would feel better, burning this stuff. He’d been just high enough when he stormed inside to grab it that he hadn’t stopped to consider whether it was a good idea. But now, watching the limited edition Magic: the Gathering card shrivel and blacken in the ashcan, it kinda just felt overdramatic.

And maybe he regretted it, just a little.

No, he couldn’t think that. He was angry with Jeremy. Jeremy had been treating him like he was nothing for months now. Squip or no squip, Michael couldn’t allow himself to roll over and forgive that. Jeremy was the one who’d burned everything they had. Michael was just finishing the job.

“Michael!”

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day one: fever

Here’s my first entry! spoilers for the first 2 episodes of season three, so be warned. words: 2k

Lance’s head pounded mercilessly, every inch of his aching body on fire. He rolled out of bed a minute before his shrill alarm went off, wishing for the simple luxury of an extra added minute of sleep. He nearly fell on his face as he got out of bed, shaky legs barely able to support his aching body. He slammed the off button of his alarm right as it began to go off, filling his head with an unbearable beeping sound. Despite the fact that his skin was hot to the touch he shivered, a strange coldness surrounding him like a blanket, except the feeling was neither warm nor comfortable. If he had to describe the feeling it would be that of a blanket covered in a thin layer of ice draped around his shoulders, making him hunch over with the added weight. His throat was on fire, a cough bubbling up and escaping out his mouth. He dragged on a pair of jeans and a shirt, adding his jacket for good measure. Sure, he could climb straight back into bed and sleep off whatever was wrong with him but, being the new red paladin, he was Keith’s right hand man, and skipping early morning training wasn’t very right hand man-ish.

It took him several tries to pull on his boots, his hands shaking so badly they kept making the hole miss the feet. Finally he succeeded, standing up unsteadily. He wrapped his arms around his chest as a harsh shiver wracked his weak body, and he was still as he waited for it to pass. Before walking out the door he studied himself in his tiny round mirror, taking in his pale face and tired eyes. “Hey, girl,” he grinned at his reflection, shooting his usual finger guns. Even his voice sounded sick, quiet and unsure. He let his hands drop to his legs, forlornly staring into the mirror for another few seconds before turning his back on it. Maybe he was seeing himself as worse than he was. That was a possibility, he assured himself. He couldn’t possibly look that bad, could he?

The rest of the team had just assembled themselves in the training area, Hunk glancing hungrily toward the kitchen. “Keith, can we hurry this up?” he begged. “I’ve got some omelets to make, and they’re not going to make themselves.”

“No, Hunk,” Keith hissed through gritted teeth. “I called an early morning training session, and we’re going to have an early morning training session.”

“I hope you know I’m missing out on an opportunity to work on a very important project,” Pidge muttered.

“Pidge, you can work on it later,” Keith seethed. “Lance, you’re finally here.” It was obvious to Lance that Keith hadn’t quite mastered the art of leadership quite yet. None of his paladins besides Allura wanted to cooperate, and there was a vein popping out of his temple.

“How’s that leadership thing working out for you?” Lance winced as his voice disappeared in the middle of his sentence, ruining what would have otherwise been a perfect witty comeback.

“Almost done with puberty?” Keith smirked. Lance didn’t have the energy to respond, so he threw Keith one of his coveted eye rolls and stood in line with the others.

“Why are you so pale, Lance?” Allura asked under her breath, leaning in as Keith tried to explain a complicated training drill that no one besides him seemed to understand.

“It’s an Earth thing,” Lance quickly responded, containing a shiver inside his body. “I’ll explain later.” He leaned over into his shoulder to muffle a brief cough.

“Pidge, stop laughing!” Keith snapped, glaring at Pidge as she contained giggles behind her hand. Keith was on the ground, pinned down by the training dummy. “There isn’t anything funny about this!”

“Keith, allow me to try,” Allura said, stepping forward. “I’ve spent my whole life around these dummies, perhaps I can best this one.”

“Be my guest,” Keith grumbled, stalking over to Lance to take Allura’s place. “You can lead Voltron for all I care.” Allura took her fighting stance, beginning the stimulator. “What’s your problem?” he asked, still disgruntled.

“Wh- what?” Lance asked, his head jerking up. He had nearly fallen asleep standing up, his head bobbing against his chest.

“You look paler than normal,” Keith mused, studying Lance more intently. In the background Allura grunted, pushing the robot back. She was doing significantly better than Keith.

“Maybe your eyes are just going bad,” Lance retorted, shifting his eyes. “You should really get them checked out.”

“Whatever,” Keith muttered, turning away from Lance. “Clearly you don’t want my help.”

Allura gave the robot one last shove, sending it flying back. Hunk clapped and Pidge jumped up and down.

“My turn!” she squealed, darting out in front of the robot, waiting for the robot to start back up.

Lance couldn’t help but be exhausted. As his friends battled the robot his limbs got heavier, his head pounding more and more with each passing second. He nearly fell asleep until he felt Keith’s hawk like eyes boring into him. “What?” he asked, glaring at Keith.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Keith prodded.

“I’m fine. Besides, what do you care, anyway?” Keith answered with a small shrug. Hunk knocked down the robot a final time, grinning happily.

“Lance, Keith, which one of you is going?” Keith stepped out, facing the robot with a determined expression. Lance inwardly groaned, knowing that his turn was coming. He could barely stand, how was he supposed to fight a robot? At least he would have a few minutes without Keith staring at him until it was his turn.

Keith attacked the robot with surprising ferocity, leaping at it with all of the strength he had. Maybe it was his recent loss to the thing or maybe it was the need to prove himself as the new leader of Voltron, because he defeated the robot in record time. He earned a few impressed claps from the rest of the team, granting a small bow before stepping off of center stage. “Your turn, Lance,” he said, still scrutinizing Lance.

“Hurry up, Lance,” Hunk called from down the paladin line. “I’m hungry!” Gulping Lance took his position in front of the robot, trying to mirror the starting position of the other paladins. He was supposed to be trying a specific technique but right now he was too busy worrying about staying upright than doing the drill.

Lance was sent at the first direct hit from the robot. He thudded against the hard floor, his head slamming against the tiles. Everything was hazy, his vision doubling in front of him, the bright lights staining spots on his sight. When he could see properly again Keith was squatting next to him, his hand on Lance’s forehead.

“I knew there was something wrong,” he muttered. “You’re way too pale, and you’re burning up. What made you think it would be a good idea to show up to training today?”

“I’m the red paladin,” Lance said with a shrug. “I have to be your right hand man.”

“First rule of being my right hand man- take care of yourself,” Keith sighed, helping Lance up. “You can’t be my right hand man if you’re too sick to fight. Come on, I should get you to the med bay. You might have a concussion.”

“Why do you care so much?” Lance asked drowsily.

“I’m the leader of Voltron now,” Keith responded. “It’s on me if you get hurt. It’s my responsibility to keep you safe.” Lance rolled his eyes.

“Keith, I’m a big boy. I can handle myself.”

“Well, right now you can barely stand, so I wouldn’t be talking.”

Lance sat in a chair in the med bay, his head leaning on Allura’s shoulder. Hunk was in the kitchen, whipping up a quick breakfast. Keith was sitting next to Lance, trying to get a glimpse at what was happening at what Lance had dubbed the “sciency- looking table”. Pidge and Coran were huddled around it, pouring over a page of test results.

Anything?” Keith called over to them, his legs pulled up onto the chair, his knees against his chest.


“Is it, like, an alien virus or something?’ Lance asked. “I always knew that’d be the way I’d go.”

“Good news, my boy!” Coran grinned, spinning around. “You don’t have a concussion. Just a bit of ice on that head and you’ll be all better in a jif.”

“As for your fever, you don’t have an alien virus,” Pidge said, adjusting her glasses. “You’re fever, while high at 102.1, isn’t threatening, and Coran and I are pretty sure it’s just a bad cold. You should be fine in a few days.”

“Well, in that case, I’m going back to bed,” Lance groaned, pushing himself up from his chair. “This space boy needs his space sleep.”

“I’ll walk you back to your room,” Keith decided. “Just so you don’t hit your head again,” he added, seeing Pidge’s amused expression.

They walked back in silence, Lance uncomfortably rubbing the sore spot on his head. He was still unsteady, Keith grabbing his arm for support. “You’re going to be a great leader, you know that, right?” Lance said, finally shattering the silence. Keith couldn’t help but be shocked at Lance’s outburst. He and Lance had what could only be described as a love-hate relationship.

“You’re never supportive of me, you must have hit your head harder than I thought,” Keith joked.

“I’m serious, Keith,” Lance said, stopping at the doorway to his room. “You’re going to be great.”

“Thanks, Lance,” Keith grinned, surprised, confused, but still grateful. “That means a lot, especially coming from my best right hand man.”

Family

Originally posted by angel-in-slow-motion

lol it’s been so long since i’ve done this. i guess this is technically part of my Life w Suho series bu u know how it goes. hope you enjoy!! also isn’t this gif so lovely??

Pairing: Junmyeon (Suho) x Reader

Word Count: 1.206k

Genre/Rating: FLUFF / G

Warnings: none :)

masterlist~

Junmyeon had promised to be back soon, he just had to take a call from his manager. You didn’t mind, you understood that comeback season was a very busy time. Your head was leaning up against the armrest of EXO’s couch as you laid on your back reading a book Minsok lent you. Junmyeon paced back into the room, still on the phone and you could tell he was getting bored. He sat himself down on the couch next to your propped up knees. You stole a glance at the time and realized he had been on the phone for almost an hour. No wonder he was getting restless. You felt him shift your knees so he could lay between them and place his cheek on your stomach. His free hand was used to draw little shapes on your side.

You lost interest in the book a few minutes later and decided to turn on the TV instead. You turned the volume down so you wouldn’t interrupt your boyfriend’s call and you felt him kiss you tummy as thanks. You got so invested in the drama that was on, you didn’t realize Junmyeon was off the phone until he shook your leg.

“You weren’t listening to me.” He pouts.

“Sorry Myeon. Are you done now?”

“Yeah. Sorry it took so long.”

“It must’ve been important. Is everything okay?” Junmyeon looks troubled but doesn’t speak so you know something happened. You whisper a soft ‘come here’ and he moves up to tuck his head into your neck.

“They’re pushing up the tour dates. There’s a lot of new choreography to learn this round and it’s hard. We’re struggling to finish learning it and our vocals are still a little shaky. I’m just scared we won’t be ready. I don’t want to disappoint anyone. And that means I have to leave earlier too. I’m sorry.” His voice wavers a bit and you’re worried for him. This comeback has been hard for him and all the boys. He’s had so much to do and worry about lately and you know he’s nearing exhaustion.

“From what I’ve seen, you guys are well on your way. You’ve been working so hard I don’t think it’s possible that you won’t be ready. You always pull through. I know this this comeback will be even bigger and better than the last one. Your fans will be so proud of you. And don’t worry about me. The earlier you leave, the earlier you come back. Maybe you’ll even be able to make it back in time to come with me on that trip with my work friends I was telling you about.” Junmyeon let’s your words sink in and he relaxes as you run your hands through his hair. “I know you’re tired. I know it’s hard. But I am here for you and so are the rest of your boys. We all love you so much. If it’ll help, you can take a nap before we go out.”

“I love you so much, (y/n). I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“I’ll wake you up in an hour or two, okay?” You feel Junmyeon nod and place a few sleepy kisses across your collarbone.

You allow yourself to loosen up as well and channel surf for a while before settling on a cooking show. Once you feel Junmyeon relax completely under the spell of sleep, you feel yourself getting tired too. You slip in and out of sleep for a while before waking up and deciding you’re hungry. You take a few last minutes to relax before you decide it’s time to wake your boyfriend up.You start to shake him awake but stop as the rest of the EXO members enter the room.

“Hey guys, is everything okay?”

“Yeah. We were thinking and we just wanted to say thank you. You’ve always been here for us and for Junmyeon and we know it can’t always be easy. You’ve been so good to all of us and some of us have been a really big pain to you so we got you something to remind you that we love you too. Maybe not as much as Junmyeon, but we’re really happy to have you around.” Minseok speaks and the boys behind him all nod along.

“This is for you. We all pitched in. We know you guys love this place. There’s enough on the card for you guys to go out twice.” Jongin hands you a gift card to your favorite restaurant.

“Oh my god, you guys didn’t have to!”

“Of course we did. Only the best for our dad!” Baekhyun says.

“Your dad?”

“Yeah, if Junmyeon is our mom, you’re our dad.” Sehun explains.

“Well in that case, thank you kids. I’ll be sure to show this to your mom.” You laugh. “Seriously though, thank you guys so much. I’ll come give you hugs before we leave.”

The boys all file out of the room telling you to eat well and that they love you. You smile and place a kiss your boyfriend’s hair and you feel him smiling too.

“Hey, how long have you been awake?”

“I woke up when you started talking.” Junmyeon’s voice is a little thick and slow from waking up.

“Then you know where we’re going to eat tonight, right?”

“I do know and I’m excited.” He nods, still smiling into your skin. “Those boys love you too much.”

“They’re supposed to. I’m their father after all.” You giggle.

“I know, I heard.”

“Isn’t this great? I have a full family and I didn’t even have to give birth once.” The tired boy laughs fully at your comment.

“Do you want kids when we get married?” His question catches you off guard.

“You want to marry me?”

“I really want to marry you. Not right now though. When I’m sure we’ll be okay financially and we’re both ready to settle down, I’ll ask you. I’m going to get you to make one of those pinterest wedding boards and then we’ll plan the perfect ceremony. I want it to be perfect. We’ll move in together in the suburbs and love each other more and more every day and when we get old, we’ll tell our grandkids the story of how we fell in love and they’ll think we’re the cutest couple ever.” His words have your heart beating fast and you feel your face heat up. He was so sure of wanting a future with you it was almost overwhelming. You didn’t know if you had ever been so in love with a person. Noticing your silence, Junmyeon forced himself fully awake and pushed himself up so he could look at you. “Is that not okay? I’m sorry, was that too much?”

“No, that’s perfect.” Junmyeon smiles down at you and for a moment the both of you are content with relishing in the other’s existence.

“Come on, we should probably get going.” He takes your hand and pulls you off the couch with him. “Our children have treated us to a lovely dinner.”


“So… how would you feel about having eleven kids?”

“We are not naming our children after the other members of exo.”

I Need Your Help

Lin/Female Reader

Summary: your sister is getting married in two weeks, and your mother demand that you bring a date. Who better than broadway star, Lin-Manuel Miranda?

Word Count: 1612

Tags: @secretschuylersister

Warnings: a really crappy mom


“You’re coming home for your sister’s wedding, right?” Your mom asked. You had just answered the phone, and had been unable to get even a simple greeting out. “Because Kalena will be devastated if you don’t make it. And I will be disappointed.” You should have known that the concerning tone she had taken would not have lasted long.

“I am coming, Mom, I already told-”

“And are you bringing a date?” She asked, then made a tutting sound. “I should know better than to ask. You haven’t been on a date in maybe seven, eight months?”

“Mom-”

“Just- find someone suitable. And get away from that Broadway show, you know how- how unsuccessful people can become in that business, and you aren’t even in a leading role-”

Mom!” You snapped, your tone harsher than you intended. “I will get a date, and I enjoy my work. Hamilton is doing really well.”

“Just bring a date– an attractive one, We can’t have an unattractive man at your sister’s wedding,” your mom said. “I have to go, wedding things. Goodbye Y/N.” She hung up, and you resisted the urge to throw your phone at the wall.

You hated talking to your mother. Kalena had always been her favourite– and it wasn’t her fault, either. She was the oldest, the smartest, and the prettiest. At least, in your mother’s eyes. Kalena had always told you how beautiful and smart you were, and that if she became anything like you, she’d be happy. Kalena wasn’t like your mother, and you were grateful for that everyday.

She was getting married in two weeks, to her high school sweetheart. Christopher was great, but you knew that any man you brought, your mother would compare to him. You wanted to scream in exasperation, but you couldn’t. You had a show to dance in three hours. A show your mother disapproved of– no, you had to put your mother out of your mind if you were going to survive the rest of the day.

You took a quick nap and showered before heading to the Richard Rodgers. You turned into your dressing room almost immediately– actually, Jasmines. You were taking over for her today, and you had to get into the zone before you even put on the red dress for act two. You had at least two hours before that would have to happen, so for now you settled with sinking into a chair and poking at some Chinese food.

Eventually, Pippa and Renée drifted in. You knew that they would be able to tell that something was up, so you did your best to hide your face in your Chinese food.

“Y/N?” Pippa asked. Your Chinese food disguise must not have helped your case, and you slowly raised your head. “Are you alright?” She asked, and you sighed.

“Have I told you about my mother?” You asked them, and they shook their heads.

“All you’ve said about her is that you don’t get along,” Renée supplied.

“My mother has been demanding that I be perfect, just like my sister– it isn’t her fault. I love Kalena a lot, it’s just. Mom favours her and not me,” you answered. “Anyway, Kalena is getting married is two weeks and mom is demanding that I bring a hot date.”

“Why is that?” Pippa asked, wrinkling her nose.

“I don’t know, she just– is. But I don’t have a date to bring and I have no money to pay an attractive prostitute to fake being my boyfriend so–”

“What about Lin?” Renée asked, her face spelling out that it was the obvious answer.

“What about Lin what now?” You asked, setting your now empty Chinese food container on the ground.

“Ask him to be your fake date,” she said. “I mean, Anthony is with Jasmine, Leslie is married, Oak has a girl, and Daveed has a huge puppy crush on an ensemble member–”

“Daveed what?” Pippa asked.

“Nothing,” Renée covered up quickly. “But, Lin is the obvious choice.”

“I’ll think about it,” you said, and checked the time. “We should start getting ready.”


You put off asking Lin for help for as long as you could. Finally, it was a few days before the wedding and you were leaving the next morning– you were out of options.

You anxiously knocked on Lin’s dressing room door, trying to keep from shaking. He opened it, looking adorably rumpled, his hair falling out of his ponytail and his shirt rucked up, like it had just been put on. “Y/N?”

You blinked, “yeah, uh– can I come in?”

“Of course.” He opened the door wider, allowing you to walk in and stand in his dressing room. He shut the door with a gentle click, leaning against it. “What can I do you for?” He asked, his eyebrows raised. How had you not noticed how cute he was?

“Um, my sister’s getting married in a few days– that’s why I won’t be here, but that’s besides the point,” you said, tripping over your words. “A-anyway, My mom is demanding that I bring a date and no one is available so–”

“You need me to be your fake boyfriend?” He asked, a smile on his face.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry for asking, I should have just gone and–”

“No, Y/N. I’m saying yes.”

“And I– wait, what?” You asked, stunned and momentarily at a loss for words.

He took a few steps toward you. “I’m saying yes. I don’t have a problem with playing your boyfriend so you can survive this.”

You pulled Lin into a hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! Ugh, I don’t know what I would do without you.” You pulled back, biting your lip, and knowing without a doubt that your face was bright red.

“Have you ever fake-dated anyone before?” Lin asked.

“Once in high school, but it was a long story and I don’t care to delve into it,” you answered, laughing.

“Okay, the one thing I know about this– exclusively from watching movies is that you have to work out the details.”

“Oh, I get it. You can come back to my place, and we can work it out there.” Lin nodded, grabbing his jacket. “Let’s go.”


“Okay, so, when did we meet.”

“Work, obviously,” he answered, throwing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “When did we start going out is what we want to be asking ourselves.”

“Okay, what’s our story, playwright?”

He leaned forward, putting his elbows on her knees and rubbing his stubble. “So, I met you on The day you auditioned and through you were cute. You ended up getting hired– not because the cute thing, because you’re talented–”

“Good to know you value me for more than my dashing good looks,” you interjected, joking and eating a piece of popcorn.

“Shush, I’m telling you the story.” He held a finger up to his lips. “And then on your first day, I was so distracted by you on stage that Tommy yelled at me.”

“Yelling at the star, Tommy has guts.”

Lin gave you a look, but didn’t say anything. “I complimented you on your stellar first performance, we became friends, and I dug up the courage to ask you out. Voilà.”

“Okay, when did we get together?”

“Well, I am generally very shy and awkward, so about a year ago,” he said, then stopped. “Wait, your family–”

“Will totally believe that I didn’t tell them about you,” you answered. You knew it was true.

Lin furrowed his brow. “Why?”

“Because my mother is,” you paused. “Not the best.”

He nodded in an understanding way. “I get you,” he said. “Okay, the terms of this whole fake-dating scheme. What’s allowed, hand-holding, cheek kisses, what?”

“It has to seem real. So,” you paused, thinking it over. “Hand holding, Kissing– but only on the lips if you ask me first– We’ll probably have to share a bed, So be prepared.” You shrugged. “That’s all I got.”

“Alright.” He looked at the time, and cringed. “It’s almost midnight, I should probably head home.”

“You could stay,” you suggested, unable to stop yourself. “I mean, we’ll have to share a bed. Might as well get used to it a bit before hand.” He took a second to think it over, then nodded.

“I don’t see why not.”

“The bedroom is down the hall, I’m gonna take a shower.”

“I… will go get some pajamas.” Twenty minutes and a shower later, you were sitting on your couch when Lin came back.

“I had to get pajamas,” he explained, holding up the bag.

You laughed. “You can change in the bathroom, I’m going to bed.” You walked into your room while Lin headed for the bathroom. You slipped under the covers, checking your phone one last time before plugging it in.

Lin came in, wearing ninja turtle pajama pants and a black tank top. You wolf whistled. “Fancy, Miranda.” He smiled, walking over to the unoccupied side of the bed.

“Do I get a goodnight kiss?” He asked, and you snorted.

“Don’t push your luck, Miranda.” You settled in, facing Lin. You watched him lay down, tucking a arm under his pillow and closing his eyes. Suddenly, feeling incredibly bold, you moved forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek, before laying back down, facing away from Lin this time.

You heard him chuckle, before sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him. Okay, you thought, I could get used to this.

Your last thought before sleep consider you was that Lin smelled comfortable, like sandalwood and home. You fell asleep smiling.

anonymous asked:

Your posts about what Zuko and Katara would gain from Zutara are amazing and so fun to read. I hope there will be more posts made for this "what ___ would gain from Zutara" series. Maybe you could do Sokka next; I'd love to see what Sokka would gain from Zutara! :D

What Sokka would gain from Zutara

 There are definitely some advantages for Sokka! Like being given all the meat he wants:

Aang: Oh, we’re going to a meat place? 
Sokka: Come on, Aαng. Every one here eats meat…even the meat! 

 Instead of having meat taken away.

Sokka: Hey! Who ate all my blubbered seal jerky?
Aαng: Oh, that was food? I used it to start the campfire last night. Sorry.

Being treated to shopping sprees:

Iroh: I always say the only thing better than finding something you were looking for, is finding something you weren’t looking for at a great bargain! 

Instead of the Avatar asceticism.

Roku:  I started packing, but then the fire sages told me I won’t need any worldly possessions anymore. 

He can bond with Zuko over their sword skills:

Instead of feeling left out as a nonbender.

He can spend time in a culture that looks to the future:

Instead of one that is frozen in time.

He can trust Zuko to look out for his father:

Instead of hiding the map to his whereabouts.

He will know that his sister is well cared for:

Zuko: You should get some rest. We’ll be there in a few hours. You’ll need all your strength. 

Instead of knowing that his sister spends all her time caring for somebody else.

Katara: Sokka’s got the right idea Aαng. We’re here, we’re ready…  the best thing we can do now is get plenty of rest. 

Katara: Aαng, it’s the middle of the night. You need to go back to sleep. 

Katara:  Aαng, I know you’re just trying to help. But you really need to get a grip. You’re unraveling. 

Katara: You know what? I’ve got just the thing.  Get ready to be “de-stress-i-fied”. 

Katara: You don’t look so good.  You sure you can’t just lie down for a little nap? 

Katara: Aαng, we’re all starting to get a little worried about you. 

Katara: Listen to me, you’ve been training for this since the day we’ve met. I’ve seen your progress. You’re smart, brave, and strong enough. 

His nieces and nephews won’t be shown favoritism …

Bumi: Well, lookee here. “Vacation Tenzin” has finally decided to join us.
Tenzin: Yes, he has. It’s so nice to get to spend more time with my family. Isn’t that right, my little Rohan? And I’ve really enjoyed having you two around. Reminds me of all those great vacations we took as kids with Dad.
Kya: Uh, I think your memory is a little foggy. Bumi and I weren’t on those great vacations. It was always just you and Dad.
Tenzin: No, that can’t be right. What about the time he took us to Kyoshi Island to ride the elephant-koi?
Kya: Nope. We weren’t there.
Tenzin: Hmm. Oh, remember Ember Island? Those amazing sand palaces we built on the beach?
Bumi: You mean you built. We never saw the place.

Because Zuko knows how damaging that behavior can be.

Zuko: You’re like my sister. Everything always…came easy to her. She’s a firebending prodigy – and everyone adores her.  My father says she was born lucky. He says I was lucky to be born. 

But most of all, Sokka would gain a brother who understands him.

Someone who notices when things are wrong.

Zuko: Not up to anything, huh?

 And who shares his sense of humor.

Sokka: I can take you back to your cell if you’ve learned your lesson.

Zuko: (lifts his head up and sighs a breath of fire) Yes, I have. Completely.

Who knows what it’s like trying to please an absent father …

And being overshadowed by a talented younger sister.

Who has grown up with prejudices …

Sokka:  It’s all right. I mean, normally I’d hold a grudge, but seeing as you guys are a bunch of girls, I’ll make an exception.

Zuko: Shut your mouth, you water tribe peasant!

But has also grown past them. And who learns to adapt when his worldview is challenged …

Sokka: Oh yeah. The Kyoshi warriors are a skilled group of fighters, trust worthy too. They’re good friends of ours.

Zuko: Look, I admit I’ve done some awful things. I was wrong to try to capture you, and I’m sorry that I attacked the Water Tribe.

… instead of being rigid and obstinant.

Last Assignment (#6)

Summary: Reader is in art class. The professor assigned a nude model to each student and gave a last assignment of the semester that has a lot of weight on the final grade.  

Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader (Reader POV)  

Warnings: Suggestive themes, slightly nsfw (nothing too explicit, I hope), definitely some angst

(Y/N) = your name

a/n: The long awaited part 6! Alright, before y’all go off on my messages and/or inbox, I just wanna point out that I am the worst at writing smutty stuff. I can’t do it to save my life, so I found a way to work around it for now. Again I want to let you guys know that I had to do most of the editing by myself, and so I’m sorry for any mistakes and any areas of the story that might feel a little off. Hope you enjoy it anyway.  Let’s talk about this story!! (Ps, text in italics represents flashbacks)

Last Assignment Masterlist


Recap:

I drank half of my glass of water and furrowed under the covers once more, my back towards the door. After about 15 minutes of absolute silence, I heard my door open. Frozen with doubt, I pretended to be asleep. When I felt the bed dip behind me, I could sense a shiver going down my spine.

“You know I heard you, right?” Barely above a whisper, I could feel his lips ghosting on my earlobe, “and I want to make myself perfectly clear, I’m not doing alright at all”

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I shifted and stretched my arms away from me. The empty space beside me made the events of last night feel like a distant dream. I flutter my eyes open to the sunlight illuminating my room.

I let go of a breath I didn’t know I was holding. The space behind me was suddenly occupied.

“I’m gonna call your bluff and say you’re not actually asleep,” with his lips still on my ear, his arms slithered around my waist pulling me closer to him, “there’s no way you fell asleep so quickly if you’re as on edge as I am” He was right. If anything, I was running on pure adrenaline at this point, and I was nowhere near calming down. Specially not with him here.

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Uncharted - Chapter 1

Relationship : James “Bucky” Barnes x Reader

Warnings: nothing yet, but if there is anything I’ll mention it (smut, violence etc.)

Word Count: 2059

Part 2 https://myfandomsbeatcancersass.tumblr.com/post/164981543348/uncharted-part-2

A/N: Hi! This is my very first fanfic post here on Tumblr. This is not my my first fanfic, but I’m still very new:) I’m planning on this to be a very long fic. I think I’m going to post every Thurday but I’m not sure yet… At the moment I already have seven chapters written and I’m not planning on finishing soon. I’m working on this but you can still send in requests for imagines… Hope you enjoy !

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Unknown Location. Hydra Base

A venomous voice leaks through the thin walls of the dingy underground base.

“How did you let him slip through your grasp?” The dangerous women asks. She sits  on a chair that stood a foot higher than everyone else. Her demeanour seemed calm, her face as cold as stone, yet her voice was dripping with anger and her eyes held so much contempt.

A yellow light bulb hung right over head, casting a shadow over her face. Only her hands and feet were visible. She was gripping the armrest of her throne with vice and her long legs were crossed and laid diagonally to the floor. Long emerald green boots with sharp teeth adorning the sides glinted in the dim light, threat seeping through every pore.

A man kneeled before her. He was of average height, grey hair slowly taking over his brown locks. His frame was built, but obviously older than most agents. He wore scrappy clothing, his pants were repaired more than once and there were streaks of mud on his boots.

“I-I I don’t know, ma’am. He-e somehow took out all th-the trackers. We c-can’t find them.” he stutters, he’s on his knees hands clutching his sleeves to prevent them from shaking.

“So, you are telling me, that you lost track of the Asset?” she hisses. “You had ONE job.” Her voice finally giving away some of the anger she felt.

“I’m sorry, Madame Viper, please spare me, we will find him again.” He pleads with her.

“Your pathetic attempt at an apology is useless. You are useless. I had high hopes for you Zemo. But, you just let me down.” Madame Hydra tuts. A moment of tense silence goes by,  she finally lifts an elegant hand up. Her fingers wrapping delicately around the velvet leather of her whip, she swings her arm back and strikes him right in the throat, leaving him bleeding to death on the floor. She sighs as she signals some other soldier to take the body away and clean up the mess.

The rest of the audience of the room perks up, standing straighter as her unforgiving gaze passes through them.

“Find him.” She commands, and that’s all the persuasion they need before scurrying off to accomplish their task, hoping that the Lord will spare them of the wrath that is Madame Hydra.

Stark Tower, Avengers Base

Avengers, please go to Conference room B, an urgent meeting has been called on by Nick Fury, F.R.I.D.A.Y says through the coms. A collective groan echoes through the common room as the  members of the team of heroes begrudgingly get up and hurry to the conference room.

Steve is already there leaning on the far wall and Director Fury stands tall, arms linked behind his back.

“God, it’s barely noon, why are we here?” Tony whines, he rubs tiredly at his eyes,  

“Maybe if you weren’t hungover all the god damn time, you’d be awake enough to get herr without bitching.” the director shot back.

“Language.”

As the group settles down, Fury speaks up.

“We have found a potential new recruit,” he pauses as Maria hands out manila files to the Avengers, “We’ve been monitoring her for the last couple of months and she seems to be a perfect match.”

“That’s what you always say.” Tony yawns.

“It’s true.” Sam snickers.

“Alright, settle down, folks. From what we’ve seen she’s mastered more martial arts styles then I can count, she has the mutant ability to create portals and she has an intelligence that can match that of Tony’s and maybe even Banner.” The room goes silent and more than a few eyebrows raise.

“We’ll need two of you to extract the newbie tonight at around nine o’clock, understood?”

Fury says. “I want Cap on this one, whoever goes with him is your decision.” He points at all of them. With one last hard stare towards Tony, Nick exits the room, Maria trailing not far behind.

The moment the door closes, the room fills with uproar.

“Why doesn’t Wanda go? She’s a girl, she’ll do better with another chick.” Tony shouts.

“Don’t speak to my sister like that.” Pietro retorts.

“Why don’t you go with Stevie, he likes you best.” Nat asks Sam, he rolls his eyes in response. “I’ve already checked on newbies, last time didn’t go well, I’m not going this time.”

“You know what, Vision should go.” Clint suggests. “I”m pretty sure we shouldn’t send in the red, powerful, synthetic being to go get the newbie. For all we know he’ll just pass through the wall of this girl’s apartment.” Tony snaps back. They all nod in agreement.

“You know what,” Steve speaks up, taking the powerful ‘Cap voice’,” Tony you’re coming with me.”

“What?” The man cries out in shock.

“Yep, Tony, you’re coming with me whether you like it or not. Everyone in this room has been sent to scout a new recruit at least once, except for you.” Tony gives him a ‘I’m done with your Star spangled ass’ look.

He groans, “Fine. But, you’re buying me shawarma.” Steve rolls his eyes.

“We’re leaving at 8:30 pm”.

Everyone exits the room to do whatever heroes do on their day off.

——————————

Your POV

“Ok, avocados, roman lettuce, cucumbers, olive oil, coconut oil, tomatoes, milk, oranges, strawberries…” you were walking through the isles of your local grocery store, going through you mental checklist making sure you didn’t forget anything.

You placed the items in your cart and once you were confident you didn’t forget anything, you went to pay.

“Would you like a bag?”  The 16 year-old snot nosed cashier asked you.

“Yes, please.” You answer. He nonchalantly passes you two plastic bags, not bothering to actually help you on this ‘very’ busy Wednesday evening. You carry your groceries to your second hand car, get in, and drive back to your tiny 3 ½ apartment. How strangely domestic, you thought to yourself.

Yet, you liked it. As a kid you were always one for adrenaline. After your parents died, you were passed through so many foster homes, it was an ironic game of hot potato. You ended up leaving the system and fending for yourself. The powers definitely helped out a lot. You found out you had them when you were maybe twelve, almost thirteen. You were running away from some bullies and ended up cornered in an alley, instead of panicking, you just ran straight through the wall. Throughout the years, you trained yourself to be a strong and independent woman, studying hard in school and training hard on your own.

You hummed to the generic song on the radio when you turn the corner of the street that lead to your apartment. You lived in a quiet part of Manhattan that was a little sketchy but you didn’t mind. The old building was made out of classic red bricks with stairs leading up to each apartment complex.

You juggle your groceries and try to open your door without dropping your keys. You don’t want to be the victim in a cheesy horror movie.

You flick the lights open and walk into your tiny home. It’s small, but cozy. Right behind the front door is a small hallway where you put down your jacket, your shoes and your keys. You walk down a couple of steps and there’s your kitchen, dining table, couch and TV. And, when you go back to the hallway on the left, there’s your bedroom.

You drop all your groceries in the kitchen go take a quick shower.

After, you start cooking your dinner. As a kid you had a lot of free time, so all you did was absorb information, as much as you could take in.  You didn’t make friends to easily, partially because you were shy, but mostly because you didn’t trust easily. You were always suspicious,  your father taught you to be. When you started living on your own, you were so focused on your studies and your training that not having much of a social life never really bothered you. Friends came and went, but you somehow always ended up on your own.

You connect your phone to your wireless speaker and start playing some music. You press shuffle and the loud guitar riffs of Iron Man by Black Sabbath fills your ears. You start cutting up the ingredients and adding some oil to the pan, adding the onions in and letting the caramelise slowly. Another song comes to an end. You’re left with the gentle sizzle of th—.

“I like her already, she has good taste in music.” You hear a somehow familiar voice come from right outside your apartment door. You could tell that there were two men standing outside your home. You silently close the stove and turn off your phone. You walk carefully to your room, avoiding the creaky wooden panels. You pull out your 9mm and put your back to the wall waiting for their next move. They sounded pretty nice, but you were always cautious.

“Hi, (Y/n). Could you let us in? We would like to talk to you about a sensitive topic that would be better discussed in private.” The second voice said. How the hell does he know my name?

You don’t respond.

———————

Steve’s POV

“Tony you can’t just break down the door!” He tells him. Jesus, what was he thinking?

“No, of course not. I can’t break down the door… but you can.” The smaller man says happily, as if he just cracked the Da Vinci Code. The Captain puts a hand to his head and sighs disapprovingly.

“(Y/n), we promise we aren’t going to hurt you. Just open the door please.” He prods gently.

“Are you serious? ‘We aren’t going to hurt you’,” he repeats mockingly,” you heard Fury, she’s smart, that won’t work.” Steve rolls his eyes for what seems like the millionth time today, that’s the effect Tony has on people.

“Ok, we’re coming in.” “Finally.”

He lays his hand on the handle and easily twists it off the door, it swings back with a small creak. The smell of a dinner being cooked immediately fills their noses.

“Jeez, she can cook too?” Tony whispers.

The apartment was tiny, he could barely fit in the first hallway that leads to the kitchen, thank  god he didn’t bring his shield, he would’ve been stuck. The stove was obviously left in a hurry, the spatula left messily to the side, the pan was still emitting a bit of steam; she’s still here. He hears Tony click on his gadget thing over his wrist and holds it up instinctively.

He motions his hand toward the door that’s about six feet away from them. She’s in there.

A small gush of wind blows their face and they stare at each other confusedly. A small swoosh accompanied with Tony yelping and swearing forces him to turn around in the tight space. He sees Tony, now kneeling on the floor, his mini propellor useless on the side with his hands in handcuffs behind his back.

“What the FUCK lady?” Tony yells. He turns around again and sees a small woman with (h/c) hair holding a gun up. She was wearing a loose AC/DC shirt with a pair of comfortably looking grey shorts.

“Who are you and why did you break into my apartment?” she asks, her voice calm and collected.

“Look, we just wanted to talk, we promise we aren’t here to harm you in any way.” he says reassuringly. She scoffs. “Are you serious?”

“I told you it wouldn’t work.” Tony remarks from behind him. She tilts her head to the side and stares intently at him.

“Why is Tony Stark in my hallway? And why is Captain America also in my hallway after,” you look to your broken down door,” after assaulting my door?Aren’t you supposed to stand for justice or something like that.” She puts her gun down and sneaks a glance at Cap who looks down sheepishly. She walks around him and Tony, kneeling on the floor, to flick the light switch, finally illuminating the two intruders faces.

Needless to say, that was not the reaction he was expecting.

William Nylander *Requested*

“I can’t believe you made me come here with you,” I groan to my friend as we step into the Air Canada Centre.

Don’t get me wrong I love a good hockey game, but this is the last place I would have pictured myself to be this week. Final exams are in less than 4 days and I feel even if I had a year I still would not be prepared for the tests that are to come. My roommate had gotten the tickets from someone at her work and to our surprise, they were glass seats. After I found that out, it was hard to say no.

Once we had gotten our tickets scanned we decided to make our way to our seats for warmups. Fortunately, they were on the Leafs side. Shortly after we had gotten settled, the Leafs were on the ice. As the team begins to skate around a certain player catches my eye, William Nylander. To my luck, he eventually ends up in front of me with his back facing my direction. Doing what any normal person would, I take my phone out and snap a few pictures. William soon turns around and his eyes go wide. Our moment is soon interrupted by William getting slammed into the boards, thanks to Auston. Once William regains balance he gives me a shy smile and skates off.

“Did you see that?” my friend whispers to me in disbelief.

“What? Nylander getting hit into the boards? Yeah, that was pretty nice.” I shrug with a laugh.

She rolls her eyes, “He was totally into you!”

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes, “Yes, because that’s obviously what a professional hockey player does during warmups,” I look to William who was currently laughing with Mitch, “That would never happen.”

The game goes by fairly quickly and the Leafs end up winning 4-2. If I didn’t know any better I would say that William stole a few glances my way throughout the game, but unfortunately I know that was not the case.

Before we can even leave our seats one of the Leafs security guards approaches us, “Excuse me ma'am, if you could please come with me. Mr. Nylander has asked to speak with you.”

“Of course,” I give him a smile my friend nudges me in my ribs.

“Alright, he told me to have you wait in the lobby and he will be out as soon as he can.” he says as we walk to the entrance.

“I told you he was into you,” she says with a huge grin plastered across her face.

“Nobody said he was into me, calm down.” I shake my head at her actions.

After about 30 or so minutes a smiling William Nylander jogs over to us. His hair is still damp from the shower and he is wearing a dark grey t-shirt. “Hi,” he breathes out.

“Hi,” I manage to speak.

“I’m William,” he extends his hand to me.

“Y/N.” I shake his hand.

“That’s very pretty,” he gives me a charming smile.

“Thank you,” I smile shyly at him.

“I saw you were wearing a Matthews jersey and thought someone should probably help you out with your hockey player preferences,” he gives me a wink.

I laugh quietly and glance down at my jersey, “And who’s jersey would you suggest I wear?”

He thinks for a moment, “Maybe this one guy who’s last name is Nylander. He is much better than Matthews.”

“Oh, is he now?” I question jokingly.

A loud laugh leaves his mouth, “By far. Maybe he could prove that to you with some dinner?”

“I think that would probably do the trick,” I slightly tease him.

“I’m glad, I thought I was going to have to get down on my knees and beg,” he grins, “that would be a little weird for a first impression.”

I shrug, “I mean, you gotta do what you gotta do.”

“That’s right,” his face lights up, “Just let me go get changed and then I’ll be right back for our date… if that’s what you want to call it.”

I nod, “I would love to call it that.”

He runs back to the locked room. Remembering that I had come with someone, I frantically look around.

“I told you he was into you! I’ll meet you back at the apartment,” she yells walking to the door.

Thicker Than Water

Members: Yoongi x Reader x Jimin

Genre: gang au/dad Yoongi ; Angst and a little fluff at the beginning

Warnings: Mention of abortion, shitty men trying to do better, fucked up relationships, swearing

Word Count: 1182

Summary: Jimin thinks he should be in Yoongi’s place.


Guess who’s back with yet another gang related drabble? :’) Just like the last Tenacious inspired story I posted called Blood and Mercy, this came from a talk I had with @papa-seokjin lmfao. Maybe one day I’ll write for one of the series of my own that I have yet to continue, but HEY inspiration is a funny thing. I really liked writing Yoongi’s character in this. Hope you enjoy. <3 


He loved her. It took him over three and a half years to move past any emotion other than pure disdain or loathing at her existence, but now he found himself waking up worried in the middle of the night and checking to see if she was alright. He was scooping her up to give her a kiss as she stumbled into the kitchen for breakfast and rubbed sleep out of her eyes. He did love you, his wife, but he adored his daughter.

Well….now he did, anyway.

She was curled into his side, catlike eyes struggling to stay open as they watched Tangled for the third time that day. Yoongi looked down at her small frame and bit back a smile. Her chubby fingers were knotted in the thin fabric of his t-shirt and her nearly-too-long bangs almost fell into her eyes. He’d have to remind you to trim them for her.

“Yoona, I think it’s time for bed,” he said as he flicked off the TV.

“But Daddy,” she yawned, “they were just about to throw the mean lady from the tower window.”

“Somehow I think you know what happens next,” he chuckled. “C’mon. Hop up. You can’t sleep with yucky teeth.”

She curled further into his side and whined.

“Nana, you gotta get up.”

He knew you would scold him when you got back from your solo heist if he let her fall asleep without brushing her teeth….again.

She whined again but sat up and stared at him with sleep-heavy eyes. She weakly held out her arms for him. Yoongi tried not to smile but failed miserably. There was a time when she would never even consider asking for him to hold her because she knew he would refuse.

He brushed her hair and teeth and changed her clothes like he had been doing it her whole life.

“Alright, baby girl,” he said as he finished tucking her in, “what do you want to read?”

Wordlessly, the almost four year old grabbed a book from her bedside table and presented it to her father with a small smile.

“Stellaluna again, huh?” she nodded. “I’m not surprised. Alright, alright.”

He took a deep breath before reading.

“In a warm and sultry forest far, far away, there once lived a mother fruitbat and her new baby.”

Yoona was asleep before he finished reading page three.


“Yoongi, what the fuck do you think you’re doing,” Jimin growled as he watched his leader gently close Yoona’s bedroom door behind him.

“…Putting Yoona to bed?”

“I always put Yoona to bed and read to her. You don’t even know her favorite book.”

“Well now I beat you to it,” he shrugged before walking away.

“And it’s Stellaluna,” he added over his shoulder.

“Yoongi, I’m fucking serious,” Jimin threatened. “Stay the fuck away from her.”

Yoongi halted in his tracks and turned to face the younger man. He glared at Jimin before grabbing him by his shirtfront and yanking him towards the living room and away from Yoona’s room.

When they reached the middle of the family room, Yoongi shoved him a good three feet away.

“What the fuck do you mean stay away?”

Jimin’s eyes were black as pitch and boring into Yoongi.

“I mean stay. The fuck. Away,” he seethed. “The first four years of her life you didn’t give a shit about her. You can’t just waltz in and play Daddy.”

Yoongi ruffled the back of his hair, his brows furrowing.

“She’s…she’s my daughter,” Yoongi didn’t stutter. He was not that type of man. He was always sure of himself, even when he wasn’t. But he knew Jimin was right, and it made his stomach feel cold. 

“I-I have a right—“

“You gave up the right when you tried to force Y/N to get an abortion. When you weren’t even at the hospital when Yoona was born. When you ignored your own flesh and blood for four whole years because it was an unplanned inconvenience.”

Yoongi laced his fingers across the back of his head, dark eyes drilling into the ceiling for a moment as he bit his tongue long enough to find the words to say.

“I’m here now, Jimin! I fucked up, I know! I’m a shit man and an even shitter father. But she’s my kid. Yoona is my baby—“

“You think Yoona is your baby?” Jimin laughed, hands running through his hair. “Who held your girlfriend’s hand while she was in labor? Who helped change diapers for two and a half years while you were out slitting throats? Who the fuck held Yoona as she screamed and cried because she was scared her Daddy was going to shoot her mommy like he shot that bad man in the street?”

Yoongi’s jaw clenched, but he stayed silent.

“Because if I remember right, that was me. It was me, hyung. Yoona is my baby and Y/N should be my wife instead of yours.”

“Then what the fuck do you want me to do?” Yoongi roared, hands flying erratically in the air. “Y/N is the love of my life, Jimin! I know I don’t deserve her, and I know I don’t deserve to be in Yoona’s life! I spent a long time hating my own child because I felt like she stole something from me. Maybe my wife, maybe my freedom…maybe my job. I don’t fucking know! But I do know that I’m different now, okay?”

Jimin glowered at Yoongi as he spoke.

The leader ran a hand over his face before speaking again.

“I’m sorry, alright? I know you love them. For fucks sake, I don’t blame you. They’re the most dazzling girls in the entire world. But they’re mine.”

Jimin stood, stock still and unmoving for what seemed like forever. Yoongi didn’t miss the way his eyes watered ever so slightly. Jimin sniffed.

“Her favorite piece of clothing is that worn out Nas shirt of yours from years ago. She likes to wear it like a dress. She likes climbing trees, she’s damn good at it too. When you feed her Skittles, make sure to take out all the purple ones. She hates them because they taste purple,” Jimin smiled sadly.

“She’s so fucking smart, Yoongi. She’s picking up on so much English. She’s a goddamn genius.”

“Don’t talk like that. You’re still going to be here. You’re still going to be her Uncle Chim. Hell, you’re better at all this than me…I need you to teach me how to be a good father.”

Jimin grinned for a moment before it faded.

“One time I was like her dad. Now I’m just…now I’m just Uncle Chim,” he sighed before pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry, I was out of line. Blood is thicker than water. She’s your baby, you should be the one taking care of her.”

Yoongi almost told him that the full saying was “Blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” but he didn’t. Instead, he went outside for a smoke.

You got it! Hope it’s okay! :[]

Kim Seokjin

Jin would force you to sit back, and take all the time you needed. He knew that the best thing to do is to listen to your body at times like these. Every time you’d start to protest, he’d tsk you and tell you over and over again that you just needed to rest a bit. Mama Jin would take care of everything. Of course he’d listen to you and dote on you so hard, you’d get sick of it would you really though? but it would always be followed by a,“Don’t even worry about it, y/n, Jin knows what he’s doing.” And of course, he normally did help.

Originally posted by ksjinie

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon would try coming up with things that may help. Whether you liked it or not, he was trying to help and you could at least appreciate that. He’d suggest lessening your hours at work. Cutting back on some classes. Maybe even seeing someone? Just understand, its all coming from a good place and at the end of the day, he’s not going to force you to do anything. He will help you himself in anyway he can, but he knows that sometimes the best thing is having your own space. So it may start out with him suggesting different options that may help you, but it will end with him telling you to just let yourself relax, guilt free as he did things around the house, probably breaking something in the process.

Originally posted by namseok

Min Yoongi

Would totally understand. Every time you brought up how bad you felt about not getting the things you wanted done, he’d shut you up with a quick kiss and lay down with you. Today, maybe you didn’t get done what you wanted, maybe tomorrow and the next day would be the same, but Yoongi would not let you get down on yourself. Him, out of all of them would understand it the best. And he knew that with love, time and enough space, you’d pull through it. He’d always be around whenever you were feeling tired or guilty, assuring you that you just need a break, and that was okay.

Originally posted by gotjimin

Jung Hoseok

Hoseok refused to let you feel guilty or sad about these things. He knew there was a time and place for you to be left alone, to deal with things, but he wasn’t going to let you feel bad for needing a break. He’d also be one to help you with the smaller things you felt you just couldn’t do. He’d make them fun or simply, do them himself so you wouldn’t have to think about them. You worked hard and even if you didn’t see this, he sure did. He’s always encouraging you to take days for yourself. The mind needs time to itself, to cleanse and sometimes, do nothing at all. Hoseok would make sure you made time for that. Helping you in anyway he could. “No, its okay. You rest, I’ve got the laundry today. I love you.”

Park Jimin

Jimin would listen to you. He would let you talk his ear off, letting you explain to him all the things you’ve been feeling as of late. He’d listen so intently, because he wanted to know all about this side of your life. The side you worked through, and pushed back where no one could see it. He wanted you to tell him how you were feeling and understand you, so in the future, he could help you carry some of your burdens, if that’s what you needed. He hated seeing you sad or feeling guilty about things that he may be able to help with. So he listens, so that maybe he’ll be able to help you through it better from then on.

Originally posted by jikookshandshake

Kim Taehyung

So what if you didn’t want to do anything today. Or this week. Or this month. You needed to take a break. This was your mind and body telling you that it was time to make a little time for yourself. Tae knew you worked hard, so when you told him that you felt guilty and unproductive the past couple of days, he’d tackle you to the couch and smother you with kisses.“You work so hard, listen to yourself and just relax for a bit, okay?” He’d be all ears. Listening to you and your worries, but he’s always quick to help you soothe them as well.

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Jeon Jungkook

When he came home and found you crying, he stood in the doorway, frozen. A part of him wanted to quietly step back out the door he came through and let you be till you were done crying, but he knew better and went to your side. When you told him not to worry, that you just felt guilty for not being able to get things done, thing you needed to do, he’d pull you too him. “Jagiya, don’t feel bad about this. You just need to take a break, okay? We’ll do something fun together, get your mind off things. Nothing is important enough to make you feel like this, okay?”

Originally posted by chimneytaels


I hope this was okay! :} It didn’t quite take me as long as my last one but maybe that means its worse than my last one opps so ya!

You’re pregnant

‘‘Mama are you okay?’‘

‘‘Yes dear I’m fine.’‘

The girl didn’t believe her mother , if the dark bags under her eyes and her abnormal exhaustion were anything to go by.

‘‘Can we go home now?’‘

The pink haired women looked towards the stack of paperwork on her desk before answering,thinking that if she stayed any longer her husband will come and get her,and his attempts never ended well for both of them,last time he did that they ended up with a broken desk and being caught in a rather awkward position by one of nurses.

‘‘Yeah come on.’‘

The Uchiha mother and daughter headed out of the hospital towards their home.

‘‘So what were you doing all day?’‘

Sakura said as she seemed to relax after meeting the night air.

‘‘I was just training’‘

‘‘Did you destroy a house or a field in the process?’‘

‘‘Mama!’‘

‘‘What? I gotta ask after you burned our house three years ago and just last week Naruto called me saying he has to talk to me about the training field you destroyed.’‘

‘‘Ok,first of all I didn’t know that the jutsu in that scroll was a fire jutsu ,and secondly,maybe I did pack a little more than necessary chakra into my punch last week.’‘

‘‘A little more!? you destroyed the whole field with one punch.’‘

‘‘Hn,don’t act like you’re not proud.’‘ she said while displaying a sheepish smile.

‘‘I am.’‘ she said.

After a moment of silence Sakura spoke again.

‘‘So Konohamaru told me that you’re getting closer to Mitsuki these days.’‘ she said as she waggled her eyebrows.

‘‘Mama no, me and him are like uncle Naruto and you.’‘

‘‘Hmm,but you do seem to get along much better  with Boruto than before?’‘

‘‘God no,there’s nothing between me and Boruto,he’s so annoying shanaroo!’‘

Sakura laughed as she pulled her daughter towards her by the shoulders,Sakura didn’t miss the redness of the girls face and ears but she decided to give the girl a break and change the subject.

‘‘You ready for tomorrow?’‘

‘‘Hell yeah,I’m gonna kick ass.’‘

‘‘Kakashi mailed me today,he said that he’s going to watch the chunin exams tournament tomorrow.’‘

‘‘Really? then I have to win!’‘

‘‘That’s the spirit Sasa-chan, you can do it Shanaroo!’‘

Both kunoichis raised their fists in the air which got them a few strange looks from the people on the street.

‘‘Hey isn’t that the Sakura Haruno?’‘

‘‘Yeah she is.’‘

‘‘Wow she’s so pretty.’‘

‘‘Come on I want to get her autograph.’‘

‘‘I can’t believe I’m going to meet the strongest kunoichi in the world.’‘

‘Seriously’ Sarada deadpanned as a swarm of people from different villages crowded her mother.

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‘Wonder why she’s late? I hope she’s not working I’m not in the mood to go drag her away from her office.’ Sasuke though as he finished slicing the tomatoes.

‘Probably a group of foreigners crowded her,she’s too nice to shoo them away’ he though as he put the tomatoes in the salad,after setting aside a plate for Sarada without tomatoes.

If there’s one thing he will never get about his daughter is her hatred for tomatoes,they’re delicious.

‘‘Papa we’re home.’‘

Sasuke smiled upon hearing Sarada’s voice.

Both of his girls entered the kitchen,one of them a cheery and the other looking like she’s about to collapse.

‘‘Hello darling.’‘

‘‘hey,you should sit down.’‘

‘‘No I’m fine,I’m going to go get a shower, this smells delicious.’‘

Sakura has to admit that she’s a little jealous of her husband’s ability in the kitchen,he has one hand for Kami’s sake and he still cooks better than her.

‘‘Except for the tomato soup.’’

Sasuke shot a glare towards his daughter who smiled.

‘‘Sarada never insult tomatoes in front of you’re father,he’s quite sensitive about that subject.’‘ She said remembering  when she called him mister tomato face when they first started their relationship ,as in when she first started seeing him blush.

‘‘You’re food is going to get cold Sakura.’‘ he said as they made eye contact,she could see the question in his eyes,she nodded to isgnifie that she was fine.

‘‘Yeah just give me five minutes.’‘

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.

‘‘So on what have you been training all day?’‘

‘‘Can’t tell you before the exams.’‘

‘‘Hn,not even a hint?’‘

‘‘You have to wait until tomorrow like everybody else’‘

‘‘Doesn’t the fact that I am your father get me special advantages?’‘

‘‘Yeah,those advantages only apply when my intentions aren’t to surprise you.’‘

‘‘You got me exited now.’‘

‘‘Good.’‘ she said as she moved to set the table.

‘‘Hn’‘

Her father isn’t as cold as he seems,she came to find that he’s a warm person he just either doesn’t want to show it or has trouble showing it,and he was quite funny too,but his jokes normally came at the form of sarcastic comments at the expense of Sakura or Naruto and sometimes Boruto.

‘‘Hey papa is mama sick?’‘

‘‘No why do you ask?’‘

‘‘I don’t know she’s been acting a little weird lately.’‘

She’s been  a lot more moody than usual lately.

Sasuke was about to answer when Sakura came in.

‘‘Okay let’s dig in.’‘

She was wearing her favorite red shirt,which seemed tighter on her than it was last week.

‘‘Em,mama are you noticing that you’re weight increased?’‘

Sarada picked her words carefully, aware of her mothers moodiness lately.

Sakura shared a look with Sasuke.

‘‘We should tell her now.’‘ he said to his wife who nodded in response.

‘‘Sarada activate you’re sharingan and look at your mother.’‘

She did as she was told,not hesitating to do what her father told her to do.

‘‘Mama you’re chakra is coiling around your stomach as if guarding it and theirs a different chakra than yours around their too.’‘

The girl froze as she figured it out.

‘‘Yo-you’re pregnant?!’‘

Sakura smiled and nodded.

‘‘But how,when,HOW?’‘

A tinge of pink appeared on Sasuke’s face as Sakura face was comparable to Sasuke’s favorite fruit.

Sasuke looked at Sakura before talking.

‘‘I thought you had the talk with her.’‘

‘‘I did when Sai tried to explain sex to her when she was nine.’‘

‘‘Sai what?’‘ he said as a tinge of anger flashed in his eyes,it was safe to say that Sai wasn’t Sasuke’s favorite person in the world.

‘‘I know how but you’re my parents and you’re old!’‘

‘‘Sarada!’‘

‘‘How far along are you?’‘

‘‘About six weeks.’‘

‘‘Huh.’‘

Sarada froze for a minute before continuing.

‘‘ A little brother.’‘

‘‘Or sister’‘ Sasuke said.

‘‘I have a feeling it’s a boy.’‘ the girl said still stunned by the revelation.

‘‘Are you unhappy Sasa-chan?’‘

‘‘What?no I’m just surprised that’s it.’‘

A moment passed before a smile found it’s way to Sarada’s face.

‘‘I’m going to be a big sister.’‘

Sakura smiled too, relieved that Sarada is happy.

‘‘Wait,you said you’re 6 weeks along ,six weeks ago was the attack at the chunin stadium,that means that-’‘

Sakura turned red from head to toe as Sasuke covered his face with his hand.

‘‘Eww eww,couldn’t you wait you-you perverts.’‘

‘‘I’m going to my room.’‘ she said as she ran upstairs,Sakura buried her head in her hands,she didn’t want to know what Sarada will do if she told her that the baby was probably conceived in her room since they used it to hide from Boruto who came barging in.

She raised her head when she heard a rare laugh from Sasuke.

‘‘What are you laughing about?’‘

‘‘Well the situation is quite amusing.’‘

Sakura couldn’t help but laugh,cause she has to admit that this situation is funny from an objective point of view,but too bad for her,she’s going to have trouble meeting Sarada’s eye tomorrow.