A day after Senate Intelligence Committee Chairman Richard Burr attempted to cut off her line of questioning at Wednesday’s hearing, Harris again made headlines for her no-nonsense approach to getting answers.
First, she started off with one of the hearing’s rare moments of levity, offering a joke about her and Comey’s time as prosecutors.
“When a robber holds a gun to your head and says, ‘I hope you’ll give me your wallet,’ 'hope’ is not the operative word.”
But after that moment of levity, Harris asked what many are describing as the most pointed questions of the hearing.
“Are there other meetings or key communications between Trump administration officials and Russians that have been to date undisclosed?"
Harris asked in a series of rapid-fire questions that Comey mostly declined to answer. Read more (6/8/17)
anonymous said: hey, i’d like to request a jughead x reader where jughead is like super protective over the reader. like he walks with her in school. sits with her in pop’s. the reader is never out of his sight (only when she’s home). and the reader doesn’t really mind, bc there’s a killer in the town and stuff. and it’s kinda hot thank youu^^
“you do know you don’t have to follow me everywhere i go” you joke as you start your journey from riverdale high to the infamous pop’s chock'lit shoppe, jughead hot on your heels
but let’s face it, when wasn’t he? you’d grown up in neighbouring trailers and he was always so over protective of you, he’d walk you to and from school, to pop’s, to the drive in. everywhere.
you loved it, he was your best friend and essentially one of the only friends you had. jughead had been transferred to southside high but it didn’t stop him for walking you to and from school, no matter what.
“you’re not my bodyguard yanno?” you tease earning an eye roll from the dark and broody raven haired boy.
“there is a killer on the loose yanno” he pokes back stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets, a famous jones smile hanging off his lips.
“see that excuse expired a week ago- the killers been found and put away. i don’t need a security detail anymore”
you can see the clogs turning on his head trying to come up with a witty response to your playful banter
“maybe i just like to be sure that a beautiful lady like you gets to her beloved diner in one peace” he smiles sweetly nudging your shoulder with his own
“oo smooth jones, but unfortunately not smooth enough. this girl can look after herself” you smirk spinning around on your hells, the ice seemingly a lot more slippery than you anticipated
next thing you know your put on your ass, the cool snow melting through your jeans. you cuss and let out a muffled groan as you glance up to see a smirking jughead.
“oh i can defiantly see that mrs slick” he jokes offering you a hand up, you hesitantly grab his hand as he pulls you up off the cold ground.
“damn it!” you exclaim feeling the wetness on your butt, “my damn butt is soaking wet now great!” the boy goes red trying to suck in laughter
“it can’t be that bad, turn around” you huff turning letting the boy free range at staring at your butt
“damn” he mutters, you spin around quickly trying to get a good look yourself “what! is it that bad? you panic
he licks his lips shaking his head “oh no defiantly not i think it looks rather-” he pauses “peachy”
you turn and smack his chest “stop it you perv”
he places his hands up in defensive, wincing at your contact on his chest “first of all-ouch” he pause and you roll your eyes
“oh please i barley touched you-” he narrows his eyes at you silencing you as you allow him to continue.
“second of all you asked me to look- so i was just admiring what you were so gracefully born with” he argues a smirk etched onto his face.
“you owe me a milkshake jones” you complain
“because i proved you wrong or checked out the goods” he comments as we continue toward the diner
“now that you mention it, milkshake and fires” you smirk batting your lashes at the boy as you use your back to push open the door.
“would you look at that you holding the door open for me, how very twenty first century of you (y/l/n)”
“add a burger to that order, ill grab us a booth” you yell to the beanie boy as you slip into your normal booth waiting for jughead to slide in opposite you
“you’re going to make me go into bankruptcy” he mumbles as he slides in next to you, catching you off guard.
he senses your tense “everything okay?” he asks stretching his arm behind you resting on the booth.
“yeah just you never sit next to me, always opposite” you smile biting your lip as you notice your closeness
“maybe i wanted to sit next to you for once” he beams bringing a hand up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear
“and maybe since you let me check you out we’ve moved up in our level of friendship” he winks our food being placed in front of us
“what’s that supposed to me” you blush feeling the room growing hotter
“well i was hoping to move from platonic bodyguard to sexy serpent boyfriend” you eyes widen your stomach seemed to flip in your stomach.
“you think with that leather jacket your all slick huh?” you tease picking at your fries
“your bad boy leather jacket facade can’t win me over that easy jones” you smile feeling a little more at ease even though your insides were screaming at you to kiss him.
“oh really? you sure about that?” he smiles playfully, you kept your eyes trained on your fries knowing that one look into his eyes and you’d melt
“mhm” you muse
in one swift movement his beanie is in your hands and he’s running his long fingers through his luscious raven locks, a strand of hair falling infront of his eyes.
you stop breathing your heart hammering in your chest as your ovaries go into overdrive
you open your mouth to report with a snarky remark but you end up opening and closing your mouth at a loss of words, mumbling a inaudible response before your cheeks heat up.
“what was that?” he tease closing the gap between you slowly
“screw it ” you mumble pulling him by the collar of his leather jacket crashing your lips onto his, jughead spends no time kissing back pulling on your legs so they were draped over his lap.
you hands roaming over his chest before working their way up to his neck and hair as his hands stroke your leg, pulling your waist so they was no space between the two of you.
you were broken apart at the sound of pop clearing his throat, you turn red burying your head into his chest “sorry pop” jughead attempts to keep a straight face as the older man leaves our table, shaking his head.
“so was that a yes?” he asks
you bring your brows together “a yes to what?” you tease
“to being your sexy serpent boyfriend” he wiggles his brows placing a kiss on your neck
“i don’t know maybe just boyfriend” you joke cussing him to tickle you, letting out a small squeal gaining the attention of the owner once more. a scowl on his face.
“fine fine!!” you giggle
“fine what?” he argues
“you can be my sexy serpent boyfriend” you admit rolling your eyes as he boy grins helplessly
“only if i can be your sexy serpent princess”
he nods pecking your lips “you’ve always been my sexy serpent princess”
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Twelve
Summary: You fly out for Asylum and meet up with the rest of the cast, only to find out that you have to do your first ever solo panel in front of two thousand fans Words: 4.4k (+ tweets) Jared x Reader x Gen, Misha, Kim, Briana, Danneel, Jensen, JJ Warnings: smut-ish phone calls, mild angst, fluff Beta: @blacksiren
A/N: Long as hell. Sad as hell. Feat. Good Friend! Monty
Named after: ‘House M.D.’ good show
“Right now she’s in a medically induced coma. We’re tending to her head trauma…” the doctor tells him.
Jeff tunes out the rest of doctors explanation, unable to listen any longer. He wishes he was deaf so he couldn’t listen any longer.
You were here too, in the emergency room. You were the subject the doctor was going on about. In critical condition. You flew through the windshield during the crash and ended up way worse than Jeff.
He suffered a fair share of injuries from the accident. He fractured a few ribs, his legs were cut and bruised but overall okay, his wrist for sure was gone and there was no way he’d be able to play this season but he wasn’t thinking about that right now. The doctor said he was very lucky, but he felt far from it.
His nose was broken and the tears that fell from his eyes mixed with the blood dripping from his nostrils. He looked, like a character from a Tarantino movie to say the least.
“Can I see her?” He pleaded, voice cracking in those simple four words.
“I’m sorry Mr. Atkins, we can only let immediate family see her at this-”
“PLEASE” Jeff wailed. It was his fault you were even in this situation and now he couldn’t see you.
It’s his mom’s hand that fits into his, squeezing lightly both in solidarity and in trying to get him to let doctors tend to his more superficial wounds.
“Sir, you have four fractured ribs. You need to remain calm as you could puncture a lung. She should be stabilized by Tuesday, in which we would bring her out of the coma…and you can see her then. I’m sorry.” The Doctor said before turning on his heel and walking away.
The sound of the emergency room was deafening to Jeff’s ears. He wanted to leave. He couldn’t bare to look at your mother’s tear filled eyes through the glass. Couldn’t handle it when your father asked him if he was okay.
“Mijo, look at me.” His mother whispered softly to him.
And Jeff turned to greet the woman with whom he shared the same eyes.
“It’s not your fault”
Jeff broke down into his mother’s arms. He was bawling now, with no reservations about embarrassing himself. He wept into her shoulder, staining the fabric of her shirt with tears, blood, and snot.
When your mom left your side to go comfort the boy, all he could bring himself to say was “I’m sorry”. It fell from his lips over, and over, and over again as though they were the only words he knew.
She nodded, understanding his pain. She hugged him lightly, invited him to come back, whenever he wanted, told him once again that it wasn’t his fault, and returned to her daughter.
Monday, Jeff stayed home from school. He cried all day, refusing his mothers meals, refusing to get out of bed. He ignored his phone altogether. He didn’t want anything but to see you
On Tuesday, however, his mother insisted he go to school first, before seeing you. He nodded absentmindedly, getting into the passenger seat with no intention of retaining anything. He went through the motions that day, not so much as uttering a word. Not even to Clay, who waited at his side patiently. Not pressuring him to do or say anything.
When lunch came he didn’t bother to grab anything. He sat with the people he called his friends and barely smiled when Clay dropped off a milkshake in front of him.
“I picked it up on my way to school. I figured you would need it. Sorry,…it’s a bit warm now.” Clay empathized with the boy.
Jeff nodded graciously before pushing it away from him. Guilt wouldn’t describe what he felt he was going through. He might as well have killed you himself.
You told him you didn’t want him to go. You pleaded with him to stay at the party with you. He, was the one who talked you into coming with him. He, was the one who kissed your neck until you said yes. He, was the one who was playing with your seatbelt in an attempt to get you to lighten up. He, was the one that drove straight into the intersection. He, was the one that put you in a coma.
“Atkins, dude, relax. It’s not like you shot her.” A voice said.
When Jeff looked up at Bryce, he swore he was seeing red. He nearly leaped across the table to beat the shit out of the catcher of the baseball team.
He ignored the screams of the cheerleaders, the yells of his teammates and fellow athletes. He ignored the noise around him and focused on connecting his singular fist with Bryce’s face.
It was Montgomery who held him dragged him off of Bryce. Who basically, carried him kicking and screaming out of the cafeteria. Who shook his head at Mr.Porter as if to say ‘not now’.
“Jeez, Atkins you look like me out there” Monty offered as a joke. He laughed to himself, hoping to hear his teammates voice again.
He could tell Jeff was moments from crying and he had never seen his friend such a wreck…he didn’t want to. Jeff was the only person who checked on the victim of his latest brawl and then came to see how he was holding up. After scolding him of course. He was happy to return the favor in any way.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” Monty suggested.
Jeff nodded in response while he paced his breathing.
“Alright great. You wait here. I’m going to grab your stuff. We’ll go anywhere you want.”
When Monty left, Jeff checked his phone.
Your parents had texted him, letting him know you were up and asking about him, inviting him to visit. Letting him know they’d be back in an hour. Your mother hadn’t eaten in the two days and your father pulled her away to a lunch.
He crumbled underneath the weight of his own sadness. His letterman slid against the lockers in the hall as he collapsed.
He cried there in the hallway, his sobs echoing off of the posters on the walls. The thud of his backpack falling of his side couldn’t interrupt his outburst.
“No, no, c'mon big guy. You know I can’t handle feelings” his right hand fretted.
He pulled Jeff up, throwing the boy’s backpack over his shoulder, wrapping an arm around the boy’s waist avoiding his sling.
“Don’t worry Captain, I got you.” He confided.
Montgomery, surprisingly of all people, was his crutch. The two boys made their way out of school and into the parking lot. Into Monty’s car where Jeff politely asked to go see you. On route to the hospital, you laid in.
When Jeff sobered up. Wiping away his tears, he realized they were there. He looked over at his teammate, his friend, eternally grateful.
“Monty-” he started.
“Don’t, Atkins. You’re there for me…always. I’m just returning the favor.” Monty stressed.
“…Also, I can’t go in there with you Cap. Hospitals freak me out. I’ll wait though.” He confided.
Jeff smiled for the first time in three days. He smiled, a brief, but genuine smile as he got out the car.
He walked into the sickly, sterile building slowly, decisively. Turning into the sign in office he looked around, wondering what the hell he could say to you to even make a dent in an apology.
“Can I help you, sir?” The receptionist questioned.
Jeff snapped out of his thoughts, nodding quickly.
“Yes, can I- is Y/N Y/L/N, taking visitors?” He stumbled over even the simplest of questions.
“Yes, she is, just sign-in here. Then I’ll buzz you in.”
Jeff scribbled an illegible mess and pulled at the door eager to see you. He looked back at the nurse and she met him with a sympathetic gaze before pushing the buttons that opened it for him.
“Room 361C!” She called out after him.
Jeff felt his legs go weak underneath him. He wasn’t ready to face his biggest regret. Betraying him, his two feet carried to the elevator. One foot in front of the other. Straight to your door.
His hand held at the door handle for what felt like forever. Just like his feet, his hand betrayed him. He opened the door, pushing through his pain.
You smiled at him weakly from your bed.
“Took you long enough” you whispered to him.
Jeff looked a wreck if you were honest with yourself. Your normally playful, overconfident boyfriend had bags under his bloodshot eyes. He looked paler compared to his usually tanned skin and you could’ve guessed that like your mother he hadn’t eaten in days.
Tears fell, once again, from Jeff’s eyes when he took you in. Laying in your bed. Tubes linked everywhere on your body, the monitor of your heartbeat drumming in his ears as if to mock him.
“I’m- I-” Jeff croaked out.
“Jeff…” you pleaded with him.
“I’m so sorry…It’s all my fault”
Every sentence, every apology he poured out, dripped with guilt. Jeff was rambling now, and his voice faded in and out.
You used what strength you could to outstretch your hand to him.
Your eyes closed and opened again, fighting to focus in on your boyfriend.
“Listen to me. It was not. your. fault.” You enunciated for emphasis.
You kept going as Jeff’s mouth opened to continue.
“My mom said a stop sign was knocked down, we didn’t stand a chance”
“I shouldn’t have-”
“I wouldn’t have let you-”
“Stop it! Stop. Please.”
You paused. Letting him take a moment.
“I’m sorry, Y/N. I can never forgive myself for what happened and I don’t expect you to but-”
He stopped. Glancing away from you.
“I promise once you’re out of here. If you’ll have me…I’ll never, ever leave your side.”
Your eyes shut involuntarily as he poured his heart out to you.
“Or- or- you’ll never see me again. If that’s what you want.” He offered in exchange, panicking you were turning him down.
You shook your head to the latter statement and mumbled “Stay with me” as you went under once again.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Jeff is nodding and yelling out for the nurse thinking he was going to lose you.
The doctors pushed him out as they tended to you. He waited there in that hallway until they were done. Waited with your parents when they returned.
He was there when you woke up again, when you went home, when you went back to school. True to his word he stuck to you like glue, not letting you so much as lift a finger.
And you held onto the baseball player just as hard. You forgave him every time he offered up an unnecessary apology. Wiped his tears when he cried at the sight of your bruises.
The two of you were inseparable. Just like before that night.
Charles was a wreck. Buried under blankets and fast asleep, his bed was covered in used up tissues. The top of his forehead peeked out from under the covers and his nose looked red. He was wearing that ratty old Oxford t shirt of his and sprawled on his chest was a copy of Utopia. Charles’ abysmal taste in literature shouldn’t have been so endearing. It absolutely was.
Erik sat down in the chair next to Charles’ bed and reached for his hand. It felt warm and feverish. His pulse was unsteady, worryingly so. Erik traced the lines of his hand and reassured himself that nothing was going to take Charles away from him. Not after everything. He held his hand and pressed a kiss to the center of his palm.
“I won’t lose you, not like this. Get up, you stubborn old fool.”
Some one knocked hesitantly and Erik turned around. Beast was standing in the doorway and he looked very uncomfortable. His eyes shifted to their hands.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt… whatever this is.”
He didn’t sound sorry at all and Erik didn’t give a damn. He glared at him.
“You should have called me sooner.”
“I wouldn’t have called you at all if it were up to me. Charles asked for you.”
“That’s because I’m wanted here. Unlike you.”
“He’s been like this for a week, if you’re not going to help then get out.”
Erik laid one last kiss on Charles’ hand knowing full well how uncomfortable it made Beast. Good.
“I’ll be back in a moment, dear. Don’t get into any more trouble while I’m gone.”
When Charles woke up his room was filled with daisies. Metal daisies. The ones to his left looked suspiciously like his staircase bannisters. They were beautiful and delicate. They seemed to burst with life and joy. Hope.
Charles smiled. After all these years, Erik never ceased to surprise him.
The door to his room opened and Erik entered carrying a metal tray filled with food. He froze when he realized that Charles was awake. He had been caught doing something thoughtful and now he’d never live it down.
As if to undermine the sweetness of the gesture, he closed the door behind him forcefully to shut out any impertinent people disturbing Charles’ rest. The fact that he was disturbing Charles’ rest didn’t seem to bother him at all.
“Here. Eat.” he placed the metal tray down on the bed and upon closer observation it was a bit of everything. Pumpernickel bread and warm butter. Apple slices. Earl grey tea. Best of all, was the soup. Good lord, it was heavenly. Hearty, warmth and soothing. It seeped into all the crevices of his soul. Charles was going to marry Erik and then divorce him for the soup.
His throat was swollen and he could barely speak but luckily he had other ways of communicating.
where did you get this?
Erik looked anywhere but at Charles.
“It’s my mother’s recipe actually. Rosoe. She used to make it for me.”
Just when he thought he couldn’t adore him any more he’d go and do something like this.
Charles sent him a wave of gratitude and understanding mixed with the ever present fondness that belonged solely to Erik.
Erik smiled in that uncertain way of his. He still didn’t trust happiness, not even after all this time.
Well that just wouldn’t do at all.
He put on his best come hither face. It may have been more effective if he hadn’t sneezed.
Erik laughed, which is all he really wanted in the first place. The man had such a dear laugh.
“Insatiable as ever.”
sit with me
Erik eventually gave in. Charles looked unbearably smug about it. It was a good look on him. No one had the right to look that good when they were ill, it was unbelievable. Unbearable and unbelievable. Just like everything else about him. He couldn’t wait to kiss the smugness off him. A hundred times. A thousand.
Erik cleared a path for himself amidst the pile of tissues, cough drops and scattered books. Took his rightful place on the left side of the bed. He belonged here.
The irritating smile had turned into something gentle and content. Charles knew it too.
If Erik held onto his hand more tightly than usual neither of them mentioned it.
The thing is he could really lay claim to anything. Not to Charles or his bed. Not to any part of him. Not so long as he was Magneto. Charles welcomed him into his home but he could never stay. Never tell him the words that had been burning up in his chest since 1964.
So they lived like this. No man’s land.
“We can’t keep doing this you know. Sneaking around.”
Charles hummed thoughtfully and sipped his tea.
“I can’t climb up your balcony anymore, I have arthritis. Someone is bound to notice one of these days.”
darling, you have many fine qualities but subtlety is not among them.
Erik sat up abruptly.
“All of them?”
every last one. especially after this morning.
Erik glared in a valiant attempt to conceal his anxiety.
“You were supposed to be asleep.”
taking advantage of me in my weakened state? how thrilling
“You are hardly an invalid and it was merely a kiss. On your hand, need I remind you.”
yes, very gallant and very chaste. very disappointing. next time you should kiss me on my-
Charles smiled at him and it was the sun coming up in the morning. It was beautiful. It was the most obnoxious thing he had ever seen in his life. Erik kissed him.
you’ll get sick
“Kiss me back this instant or I swear to god I’ll steal all your cough syrup.”
Charles obliged. Quickly and with enthusiasm.
For the sake of the cough syrup.
Having thoroughly conquered that smug smile, Erik pulled back with a smug smile of his own. Charles looked dazed and delighted. His best look yet. There was another look Erik was partial to but he’d wait until the fever had passed.
He held Charles tightly against his chest. In sickness and in health and all that. Erik really wouldn’t know he had never bothered with that sort of thing. Perhaps he should.
“I think I like you like this.”
don’t be disgusting, i’m a mess
“You.” He punctuated the word with a kiss.“are the most beautiful goddamn person I have ever seen. You are the best person I have ever met. I don’t give a damn about your cold, you absolute idiot.”
that was -
Erik shifted uncomfortably. There was a reason he prefered not to express himself. Ever.
“That was something.”
Yes. Yes, you certainly are something.
The intimacy of the moment was almost intolerable. He had to act quickly before he did something foolish. Run. Move to Barcelona. Propose.
“Right well. Is there anything else you need?”
Charles held onto him tighter as if he knew what he was thinking.
Could you do a Tylerxreader where teamiplier is doing an icebath challenge, and when it’s readers turn something goes wrong with the camera and they need to take a timeout to fix it, but reader is already in the bath like oh well and has no self preservation. So team goes to fix it while she chills (ha) in the bath, and it takes longer than they thought. So when they come back, reader isn’t near death, but definitely has hypothermia, and everyone’s like oh shit get out. Cue Tyler being the hero!
Warnings: none? swearing? fluffy heck?
“Guess who’s turn it is~!”
“I already went-” Mark laughed.
(Y/n) flickered her eyes around the faces closest to her, also letting them pierce the camera’s lens.
“I have balls of steel!” she declared, pulling a funny face. She flexed her arms and channeled a low voice “I will fight this challenge.”
“Please don’t.” commented her knight, offering (Y/n) a kind stare.
The girl threw at him a dopey smile, blowing the tall male a kiss. Tyler ony rolled his blue eyes, and hushed himself from smiling. Instead, he narrowed his gaze at his girlfriend.
“And here we see a front line nurse leaving her husband to serve in World War Two. Nineteen forty- colourized.” joked Ethan, hauling up the camera to meet (Y/n)’s face which looked absolutely devastated. The girl walked slowly backward- away from Tyler and to the tub.
“Remember mE-!” (Y/n) shrieked, dropping a bit of her foot below the water’s surface.
The boys laughed, almost masking (Y/n)’s comment of how the temperature didn’t actually bother her much. Hastily, she submerged herself- propping up her arms lazily on the edges of the bath with her legs crossed.
“I fully expected her to scream.” admitted Mark. Tyler giggled before Ethan spoke up in shamefully confusion.
“Mark, the camera keeps glitching… still. Do you want to switch it to the one in the studio?”
Mark double glanced at the blue haired male and nodded “Yeah. Before we start reading off the questions; that’d be smart”
As the trio pooled around the door, Ethan didn’t forget to ask (Y/n) if she was okay with them leaving for ‘like three seconds’. She said:
“Yeah, I’m totally okay with that- this shit is relaxing.”
The group thought of her as being sarcastic and offering up a joke- they promised the girl they’d be quick and pushed themselves out of the bathroom.
(Y/n) chuckled thickly, looking back ahead of her. The painted wall sent her blank stares.
Alone, she sighed, dipping lower into the liquid. (Y/n) gently shut her eyelids, absorbing the cool caress of the water from around her. She knew she wasn’t joking- this was extremely relaxing. Having idle ice cubes tickle past her clothed and not clothed skin.
The soft noises of a grandfather clock hummed about, showing endless support. Time skipped past her mind in a rush.
They were taking a while.
With blocked vision, (Y/n) couldn’t see how pale her skin was getting. Or how it was beginning to cascade quaint blue on all ends.
They were taking a while.
Looks like she couldn’t feel it.
“Okay- okay, we have the better camera.” finally called Ethan, re entering the restroom; his friends following.
“Wait, (Y/n)- (Y/n)!”
Mellowdramatic whines charmed the walls, conveying certain concern for the girl in the ceramic tub. She opening her eyes to their words.
“Que?” she jokes, lifting her head briefly.
“Get out of the fucking water-!” the shorter brunette demanded dumbly, on the stand of laughing.
“But we have the shit to–” (Y/n) came to her own defence.
Futile, though, her words were. They were physically cut short by a literal chest.
Tyler had wasted little to no time with words- knowing it only to be an effort that would have gone unrecognized. He had, in a more literal sense, swept (Y/n) off her ass.
Plucking her from the cold fluids, all at once she rested easy; cradled in Tyler’s arms. The course of action was quick, and sweet.
“Ty?” (Y/n) inquired, allowing herself to be held. The boy walked, with the girl as his cargo, over away from the bath. They watched when Ethan and Mark spilled giggles, making quick work of setting up the camera.
The broken camera laid somewhere upon the counters.
“Yeah?” responded Tyler, gripping his arms tighter.
“Can’t you give me like a blanket or something? If it’s really this bad.”
“I think this is fine.” Tyler stated.
“I can warm you on my own.”
That phrase did a jolly good job at silencing (Y/n).
“So stop being stupid and let me~” the male laughed. Funnily, he buried his warm face in the bend of (Y/n)’s stomach. At least he knew he was blushing- the sudden heat residing in his cheeks was harnessed to his advantage.
She couldn’t see it, similar to her own colour, but Tyler and herself were contrasting. Blue to red.
The sound of a snapshot rang clear. It was pointed in the couple’s general direction.
“This camera maybe can’t record, but it can take wicked photos!” Ethan cheered.
The girl of blue and man clad with red positioned in the photo bleed playful joy. Perfect hero for a dumb would be travesty.
all the ‘true love’s crit’ posts that i’ve seen have forgotten one of the most important true love’s crits in critical role, grog/nat 20 intelligence or perception check on someone else’s question
which happens whenever someone asks if they can do an intelligence/perception check and travis jokingly asks if he can do one too, and then the person who asked initially rolls like a four and travis gets a nat 20
and so grog gets to be the one who remembers/notices something important, and the rest of the group is proud of him and travis/grog gets all puffed up and smiley and he’s so proud of himself for confirming that he’s smart
for the spin the bottle drabble prompts, how about makoharu + “This is the third time in a row that you landed on me, I’m starting to think that it’s rigged.”
Sorry if this one has a lot of errors/doesn’t flow well. I was watching chopped while writing it and you know how food can totally fuck up a proper thought process
Haru quirked a somewhat impressed brow, his stare sliding up from the glass bottle pointing at him in the middle of their circle to his sheepishly smiling best friend.
“This is the third time in a row that you landed on me, I’m starting to think that it’s rigged,” he said suspiciously, folding his arms over his chest and enjoying how Makoto squirmed at the accusation.
“I swear, Haru, I’m not cheating!” He whined. From next to him though, Rin scoffed, unconvinced.
“They’re probably using their freaky mind powers to move it,” he teased with a sharky smirk, and Nagisa agreed with an exaggerated giggle.
“Mako-chan, if you want to kiss Haru-chan that much, we can play Seven Minutes in Heaven instead,” he winked.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer is a show about growing up. Starting with the romantic view on life which later evolves into the harsh reality of exactly how shitty this world really is.
There’s so many reasons to praise this show. It’s got intense, interesting, and extremely layered character developments. Endless amounts of metaphors with very powerful messages. Epic writing (grave understatement). Detailed foreshadowing and call backs. Every story is told for a reason with the proper amount of consequences. And oh so much self reflection. In so many ways this is a very ambitious drama show that evolves beautifully. Which it deserves a lot of praise for.
But people like to ignore what gives this show it’s heart. Why all these things work so wonderfully and create such emotional resonance. Why we end up sincerely falling in love with this show instead of just finding it interesting.
It’s the parts that people tend to find shameful, and why it gets so underrated and discredited. The fact that it is downright ridiculous. And I need every part of it. Down to the bad 2000~ CGI snakes, gimmicky monsters, every last stupid pun, the “sunnydale syndrome”, etc etc. This show wouldn’t be half as great without these things. It makes us go on an emotional roller coaster that takes us from laughing to crying in less than 30 seconds.
This show doesn’t take itself too seriously. It lets all these things exist in the same space beautifully and brings it to life. It catches you off guard. It slaps you in the face with reality when you least expect it. Just like life, it’s full of horrible and hilarious moments.
Because really, underneath all the ridiculousness it’s an extremely dark story. Too dark to properly absorb without the light that the silliness and jokes offer.
“Make it dark, make it grim, make it tough, but then, for the love of God, tell a joke.” - Joss Whedon
A/N: THE STRESS LEVEL IS THROUGH THE FUCKING ROOF. I had to re write this entire thing bc my computer shut off and deleted the draft. I promised you guys part two today soooo here it is! Thanks for all the love! We’re almost at 300 followers, yall! Thats the craic lol. Enjoy!
Y/n is lying in her bed, still only dressed in a purple blanket but the biggest grin is plastered on her face. She and Harry had formally introduced themselves to each other; they found out that they actually live in the same town. Y/n began to talk about how insane this all was but the conversation quickly drifted off to irrelevant topics. Now, she’s listening to him blabber on about his week and she can’t help but wonder how or why she’s come to enjoy this.
How did she somehow normalize the fact that she can talk to somebody through her mind? How could she actually be interested in this guy’s personal life after knowing him for less than two hours?
“So..I got it fixed but now I feel like I should just buy another car if the engine is gonna keep failing, ya know” he shares, but she’s too caught up in her thoughts to realize he asked her a question. “Y/n, you there?” he chuckled. She snaps out of her daze and apologizes. “I’m so sorry I was stuck in my head” she breathed.
requests: “Anonymous asked: because I’m a literary masochist (apparently), pretty pretty please may I have just all kinds of Lin angst? Ruin me with your words”(i didn’t write this for the request specifically, because i have another fic in the works that’s angst as well which i wrote for the request)
summary: Nine years of being married to Lin, and each of them was a blessing. (idk how to summarize it, just stay for the storyline please)
Okay wow this fic really took a lot out of me. Thank you to @sunshinemiranda for the advice and for generally being amazing! This was somehow inspired by What I’m Proudest Of by @ourforgottenboleros, who also inspires me daily. I don’t know how to feel about this fic. Enjoy!
words: 4050 lmao oops
Lin paused the episode of Gilmore Girls and turned to you.
“Remember how our first conversation was about how boring parents were?”
“We were 4, though, so that’s perfectly acceptable.”
“Remember when you avoided me all through primary school?”
“That was because my friends wouldn’t stop singing ‘K-I-S-S-I-N-G’ whenever you talked to me!”
“Like I would’ve kissed you then, girls had cooties.”
“That wasn’t what you said in high school at that party.”
“God, shut up. I was drunk, we were separated in middle school, and that was the first time I saw you in a dress, okay?”
“Funny how we became best friends, though. Our friendship prevailed through the violent road of high school, college and after college.”
“Funny how we had such faith in platonic sleepovers and we really believed it when we said ‘Oh, we’re just friends.’”
“Funny how I told myself I wouldn’t marry you because my mom thought you were the perfect guy.”
“Funny how I’m getting married to my best friend and nothing has ever felt this right.”
I watched as people walked in the gardens
outside the hospital, struggling to distance myself from the acute sound that
seemed to be permanently whistling inside my ears. It was the sound of immediately before – the universe’s cry
of warning that catastrophe was imminent. I found myself trapped in that
moment, long after the physical pain was gone – after weeks in the intensive
care unit, I was finally starting the skin grafts on my back –, paralyzed in a
life-changing moment. Doomed to stand in the frontier of what I had been and
what the blast had made me become.
A couple was strolling nearby, the woman
holding the bundle of their newborn baby, the man enraptured, dutifully keeping
watch over a couple of celebratory balloons, announcing a perfect boy in
I had seen myself in that life, before. My hand
entwined with a faceless woman – her eyes mysteriously the colour of strong
whiskey, enough to inebriate me with its fumes -, mindlessly walking towards a
shared house, a shared life. I couldn’t fathom such a thing now – the explosion,
caused by a gas leak at my apartment building at the university, had tarnish
skin and dreams alike.
The breeze kept everyone outside mercifully
comfortable, under an otherwise hot sun. It was only the second time I had
ventured to go outside, wearing the notorious grey pajamas from the hospital,
which marked me as belonging somewhere else other than sitting on a bench under
the leafy tree.
The sense of disconnection from everything
around me was crushing – I felt like I was standing inside a glassed cage,
looking at people with normal lives, unable to find an escape to join them. Jenny
and Ian visited me daily, trying their best to cheer me up and to bring me back
to myself – I had no heart to tell them that only dust and fragments had
remained from that man. I was alive, thankfully
– but had no notion of what to do with that surprising gift.
“May I sit down?” A woman asked me. I nodded,
not bothering to look at her – instead I curled more into my robe, making
myself invisible, biting my bottom lip to avoid moaning with pain from the
stretching skin. Breathing, moving, walking – everything came with a renewed
cost, as if to remind me that my survival still demanded sacrifice.
She sat on the other end of the bench. I saw
her blue sneaker dangling spiritedly on the periphery of my vision, as my
nostrils were filled with the smell of rosemary and lemon.
“Excuse me.” The voice next to me said,
somewhat timidly. “I could swear I know you, but can’t really figure out from
I tilted my head and looked straight into the
Her eyes were the exact same shade as ten years
before – I would recognize them anywhere, even if I couldn’t recognize her
brown curls or her tentative smile. My jaw dropped an inch, as I stared
flabbergasted at the girl from the graveyard.
“You!” I babbled, nervously fumbling with the catheter,
skilfully taped to my forearm by a kind nurse. “Ah – yes!” I tried to recover
seeing her confused look, silently kicking myself for blurting. “We have met
once – many years ago.”
“You’re the boy from the cemetery.” She said
slowly, her hawk eyes studying my face. She had an adorable wrinkle of
concentration between her brows. “Ellen’s son!”
“Aye.” I smiled, shyly. “I dinna think ye’d
“Of course I do.” She nodded, offering me a
kind smile. “I always pay my respects to Ellen, whenever I visit my parents.”
I couldn’t answer – my throat suddenly thick
with emotion, as words and feelings nestled like a snake around my vocal
chords. That she remembered her act of kindness as vividly as I did – and that
she had kept watch over my mother – deeply moved me. I gave her a – I hope –
grateful nod and looked away, composing the emotions that ran wild, raw and untamed,
after the accident.
“Are you a patient here?” She asked. I raised
my eyes to look at her again and noticed she was wearing a white uniform, akin
to the nurses I was used to see, with an identification card that read “C. Beauchamp. Trainee.”
“Aye.” I swallowed hard, attempting at nonchalance.
“I have the pleasure of being a guest of the Burn Unit.”
“Ah.” Her eyes softened – it marvelled me how
they changed so significantly, reflecting her states of mind. I was prepared to
see the pity that always followed such a statement – but it never came. Her
face was a mirror of sympathy and concern – but she wasn’t about to treat me as
an invalid. “Good thing you’re able to come outside, then. Such a splendid day,
today! I had been dreaming all morning of eating my sandwich outside.”
“Do ye work here?” I questioned, watching as
she unwrapped and bit her sandwich – egg and tomato on rye bread – with a
satisfaction that made my own mouth water.
“Nurse in training.” She explained, closing her
eyes in delight for the utter brilliance of her simple pan. “Actually it’s my
last day here.”
“I wish I could say the same.” I gave her a lopsided
smile and she laughed – a bit too loud and carefree, like a delighted child.
For a moment I forgot where I was and why I sat so uptight – she made me forget
things. She made me remember others too – transparent things, important things,
that could carve the exit from my self-imposed prison.
“The food isn’t that bad.” She joked, offering
me some salt and vinegar chips that she had started to munch. Her eyes searched
the plastic bracelet on my arm, easily reading my name there. “Jamie.”
“Hmmm.” I smiled, conceding at the personal
treatment. “I’m afraid I miss my morning parritch…” I looked at her
expectantly, waiting for her to reveal her identity in return.
She laughed, playfully saluting me with her joined fingers like a soldier. “Nice
to meet you. Again.”
We stayed in amiable silence, as she completed
her picnic-style lunch and I continued to study the world around me, through
the eyes of a dead-man walking. But the trees where suddenly greener again and
the distant voices seemed to speak to me, teasing me but finally within my
“Thank ye,” I said slowly, tapping my fingers
on my leg – much thinner than usual, muscles having been consumed in the
furnace of my recovery. “For not asking - about what happened.”
Claire glanced at me – I saw again the same
wise-beyond-her-years look, the soul that knew pain and how to heal it, which
had held me together ten years before. “I didn’t think it mattered.”
I raised my brows, surprised. “It’s all
everyone wants to talk about.”
“You can tell me, if you want to.” She licked
her lips for crumbs and smiled, tilting her chin to expose her face to the sun.
She resembled a lazy cat, stretching under the warmth, gathering enough energy
to wreak havoc afterwards. “But I know you’re here and whole and that’s enough
“Is it?” I whispered, smiling beyond myself.
“Yes.” Claire threw me an evaluating glare, like
she could read into my soul and was ready to challenge the defeatist thoughts
that resided there. “Is it enough for you?”
“It hasn’t been…” I admitted, brushing my
unusually short hair – another thing lost during the first days in hospital
care. “But perhaps I’m beginning to see things differently.”
“I’m glad.” She smiled tenderly – and she
seemed truly content. For the first time in weeks I noticed my heart galloping
inside my chest, strong and lively, as able to be moved and broken as ever
“Jamie!” Jenny waved at me from the door,
calling me to get back to my room – it was time for another dose of intravenous
antibiotics and physical therapy. I raised my hand in response and slowly got
up – whimpering and trembling a little, to my mortification. Claire’s hand quickly
came to help stabilize me, holding my chest, as if she had guessed that my back
was the source of all pain.
“Ye should be a doctor.” The words burst from
my mouth, sounding strangely calm and confident. “Ye’ll be a wonderful nurse –
but ye could be a brilliant doctor.”
She looked surprised – an image that suited
her, for it was screamed from every trembling muscle, flutter of lashes and
promise of smile in the corners of her mouth. Claire’s face spoke of truth as
mine spoke of loss and of gratitude to her.
I waved in short goodbye and walked away slowly,
holding my crutch for support.
When the physical therapist pressed me to give
more, I gritted my teeth and did it, even if cursing every generation before
him inside my head. When the nurses applauded the results of the healing
grafts, I allowed myself to share the happiness, instead of focusing on
everything still left to be done. When the quiet night came, I closed my eyes
and dared to plan a life to come.
Claire Beauchamp. The woman who seemed to appear
when my need was greatest. I wished I could talk to her and tell her that I had
been scared – of living and failing to be enough – but she had healed me, like
new and joyous blood cast into my veins. Unfortunately, I had only her name –
no phone or address I could use to contact her.
The next time I saw her, she was wearing a
black dress, in the middle of a night with no stars.
I have an idea for a story: the reader was engaged to Bucky (they were both madly in love) before the war in the 40s. And then he goes off to war and they never see each other again. BUT she also got into a super soldier program and is actually still alive and gets introduced to the avengers. Neither of them had any relationships cause they felt like they’d be unfaithful. Steve is happy to see her to but Bucky is just over the roof excited? Angst to fluff to smut maybe?
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Language, someone gets punched, 40′s slang name calling.
A/N: This is probably going to be a 3 or 4 part story, I really love this idea and it deserves a slow and deep story line.
~1945-Before the War
4 hours into my 8 hour shift at the local cafe down the street from mine and Bucky’s shared apartment, and I’m already done with the day, I think by boss can tell because I’m just a little on the cranky side, I’m usually very friendly and happy. However, I have a few of these men that just don’t want to take the hint that I have a boyfriend. Have for the last 5 years.
“Yeah? Well we’ve been coming here almost everyday for the past 3 years and I’ve never seen you with a man. You’re getting up there, don’t you think, hun? You’ll need a man to take care of a pretty dame such as yourself.” I roll my eyes.
“Look, gentlemen, I really do appreciate the offer, but I’m not joking about my boyfriend, his name is Bucky Barnes and he probably wouldn’t appreciate some strange men flirting with his woman while she’s at work.” The men bust out into laughter.
“Bucky Barnes? That guy is doll dizzy! You really think he’ll stay with you for long?” Heat floods my face, not from embarrassment, no, but anger. Who do these guys think they are?
“You must not see him very often then, huh? We’ve been with one another for 5 years.”
“5 years, eh? And he hasn’t put a ring on that pretty finger yet? I’d have you married, barefoot and pregnant by now if I’s him.” Okay, I’m officially done with this.
However, it doesn’t look like I need to defend myself anymore.
“This fat-head givin you troubles doll?” Speaking of the man of the hour. Bucky grabs me by the hips, spins me around and presses his mouth to mine in a heated kiss. It’s meant to show them that I’m his and to back off.
The guy stands up, obviously offended by the insult.
“Who’re you callin’ fathead, you active duty lowlife?” Bucky rolls his eyes.
“Alright now, there’s no need for you to snap your cap. After all, you were the one hitting on my lady now weren’t ya? I’d say I’m the one with the right to be angry.”
“You have a new dame on your hip every other month.” Bucky sighs, like he can’t believe he’s even having this conversation right now.
“Look, chrome dome, I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s just not going to work. I used to be pretty doll dizzy back in the day, but once you find the right one, no one else can hold a candle to them.” He smiles and presses a kiss to my mouth one more time.
The guy rolls his eyes.
“Ah whatever, you’ve lost a customer young lady. You can keep the call- girl, that’s all she’s good for anyway, right?” His buddies laugh along with him. I gasp, shocked that that insult even flew from his mouth. How dare he? He doesn’t even know me!
Bucky looks down, before letting go of my waist.
“Why don’t you finish cleaning this table, doll? I don’t want my lady to see this.” I get back to cleaning my table, a smirk coming across my face, knowing what’s about to happen. I don’t see anything, but I hear the punch that no doubt broke the guys nose. I hear people shout, shock no doubt over taking their body. Bucky comes back in the diner, coming over to me and pressing a kiss to the back of my head.
“Thank you for being my knight in shining army, Buck.” He smiles.
“No one talks about my doll like that.”
“You and Steve going to be having your usually lunch date today?”
“Yup, he should be on his way. It’s a good thing he didn’t see that, he probably would have had an asthma attack.” I chuckle.
“Well, now that your grandstand moment is over, why don’t you make yourself useful and go fetch the armored heifer for me.” He chuckles and heads back to the kitchen.
Bucky is such a regular part of the diner that no one who works here questions him coming and going for me.
He comes back with the milk, handing it to me to fill a customer’s glass.
“You know, as often as I’m here, you’d think they’d have seen me by now.” I chuckle, it is true. Just then, the door dings open, and here comes an exhausted Steve. Once he gets up to us, he’s leaning over, panting and gasping for breath. I pour him a glass of water while Bucky comes up to him, leaning over to pat him on the back.
“You ran here didn’t you, punk?” He just gulps and nods. I hand him a glass of water and watch him gulp it down so fast if you blinked you’da missed it.
“Slow down, Steve. There’s not water shortage here, ya know.” He just smiles at me before coming to give me a hug. As tiny as Steve is, I’m still a tad bit smaller than he his. He takes pride in that as well.
“Hey, doll.” Steve is the only guy Bucky allows to call me doll besides him, and I think it’s kinda cute.
I met Bucky through Steve, actually. Steve was at the same movie theatre as I and my sister was, and this punk in front of both of us kept talking too loud and no one could hear the movie, Steve was the only guy who was brave enough to speak up, and he ended up getting his ass handed to him in an alleyway. I just happened to be walking by that particular ally when I saw him getting beat up, and I know a fight is no place for a woman but I couldn’t help it. I had to step in and help him. The man ended up slapping me in the fact, but it didn’t stop me. Bucky ended up swooping in and saving the day, and stealing my heart in the process. A thief and a hero, all at once.
“Well, you boys better take yourself a seat and I’ll get your orders in. Unless, of course, you wanted something different tonight?” They both sit down, Steve across from Bucky.
“No doll, just half a burger for each of us.” I nod and head to the kitchen. We aren’t rich, but we’re rich in spirit, and that’s all we need. I get a free meal every week that I work without missing a day, and I usually take it home and split it with Bucky, sometimes Steve too if he’s around. We can only afford one meal today, and with some of Steve’s help they’re able to get one meal and split it. It might seem like a sad situation, but we’ve become used to it and it doesn’t even phase us. After the burger is done, I ho up to retrieve it, only to see there’s two burgers there.
“Uh, Roy? You made two burgers, I only needed one.” He turns and smiles at me. Roy is the owner of the shop, and I’ve worked for him for 4 years.
“I know, dolly. Go ahead and give them to your boys, you guys deserve it. It’s on the house.” My eyes tear up, and I quickly wipe them away.
“Aw Roy…you don’t have to do th-”
“Hush. It’s no problem, now go.” He winks at me and I smile, taking both the plates before taking them to my boys. When I set them down on the table, they both look up to me with an eyebrow raised.
“I don’t know, he said it would be on the house.” Bucky breaks out into a huge grin and stands up, placing a kiss on my lips.
“Well, I feel like this would be as god a time as any, as this day just keeps getting better!” I raise my eyebrow. Steve looks towards his best friend, smiling. Before I can comprehend what’s happening, or ask Bucky what’s happening, he gets down on one knee, pulling a small velvet box out of his pocket.
My hands instinctively go to my mouth, and my knees almost buckle.
“(Y/N), I will never forget the day I met you. Standing up for my best friend, risking your own safety to protect someone else you didn’t even know. I knew right then and there that you were something special, and that I wanted to make you mine. I was shocked when you actually agreed to go out with me, seeing as my reputation around here wasn’t great, but you looked past that and gave me a chance. And here we are 5 years later, and I hope I’ve made every day since then as enjoyable as I know how to, and I hope you will let me continue to make you happy as Mrs. Barnes for the rest of our lives. Will you marry me?” He opens the box and reveals a tiny diamond ring. I had been trying to keep the tears behind during his speech, so I could see his handsome face. I nod my head furiously before my knees finally give, and buckle. Bucky catches me on the way down, lifting me up and kissing me deeply. There’s an ocean of ‘aw’s’ and people clapping, Steve being one of them. Still in the throws of bliss, I almost miss Roy coming up to us, patting Bucky on the back before pressing a kiss to my cheek.
“Congratulations you two. Now, why don’t I get you guys a couple of to go boxes and you can take the rest of the day off.” My day has just gotten so much better, I can’t believe he FINALLY proposed to me! Taking my two boys with me, and admiring my left hand all the way home to eat our dinner as a tiny family. My life is awesome, but, all good things must come to an end it seems…
a/n: So I’m writing this GOTG imagine series on this blog. GOTG Vol. 2 reminded me how much I enjoyed the series so I had this dream. The dream is laid out in this series and I just love me some Quill. So enjoy! sorry for it being non-star wars – considering adding Marvel to this blog. Thanks! – ps: it’s kind of long (sry not sry)
“Psst..hey!” a voice called to you from behind. You were working in a busy marketplace of a planet that was literally just one big city. You were a young woman, in your 20′s and had been stuck in this damn place since you were 11. “An excuse me would be nicer.” As you turned around a man roughly around the same age of you was standing at the counter of your shop. “Is there anyway you can up the price on this for me?” from his pocket he pulled out a necklace with a glowing pendant. The pendant flashed colors of blue and yellow, in a melodious rhythm. Your (e/c) eyes glowed in awe at the beauty of the necklace. “It’s beautiful.” your hand reached out to take it from the young man’s hands but he snatched it away. “Hey! Hey! Hey! I need a deal here!” snapping back to reality you crossed your arms. “Well, I can give you … 95,000 units.” the young man scoffed at your offer. “You’re joking right?” he snorted. Your face grew with disgust, “Excuse me? That’s 10,000 more units than the man who owns this place would be willing to give you!” you yelled at him in a hushed tone. If the man who owned your stand would find out about what you were offering, you’d be in more trouble than you could even realize. The young man scoffed again, “I know that Hokadda here would give us more than that.” he pointed across the street to the purple alien that was running another shop. You rolled your eyes and sighed, “If I wanted a joke, I’d follow you to the John and watch you take a leak.” you trailed off, bending down to the safe that was below the counter.
“Did you just quote Planes, Trains, and Automobiles? Steve Martin and John Candy?” it was as if you had uttered the directions to the Holy Grail. Rising to a stand with a safe in hand you gave the man a confused look. “Yeah…” then it hit the both of you like a train. “Are you from Earth?” out of all the years that you were on this stupid planet, all you ever met was aliens from various planets but Earth. So when you finally found someone that was from Earth like you were, it was a pretty big deal. “I’m (Y/N) (L/N).. I’m from Ohio.” you put a hand out to shake. “I’m Peter Quill. I’m from Missouri.” he put his hand out and the two of you exchanged a hearty handshake.
Peter explained that in 1988 he was taken from Earth by a blue guy named Yondu. His mom died of cancer and that he never knew who his father was but his mom called him an ‘angel’; also that he was from the stars. Yondu however was supposed to deliver him to his father but never did, keeping him for his own. “I’m so sorry..” you explained to him that your parents explored the stars because your father met a man from the Kree Empire and showed him the ways of space travel and the military fighting of their people. Only to have your family be killed by the very same Kree and have been forced to work on this planet ever since. “It’s an awful feeling.. ” you sighed. “But my father left me something, on Knowhere. I remember the location by heart but never have been able to retrieve it.” Peter still standing at across from you with necklace in hand, simply just handed it to you. “Here. Buy your freedom. It’s a priceless gem, worth a lot more than you were willing to give me.” you were taken by his offer but then realized what he said. However, the kindness of what this man who you just met was more than you could take in. “I can’t – you just met me.” Peter simply smiled and let out a small chuckle, “Or you could just come with me.” he lent out his hand, this was the opportunity that you were waiting for. You’ve been stuck dealing and trading with scummy space thieves, dreaming of the day when you can finally get away. “Okay but I’m stuck here.” Lifting your pant leg, it revealed that you were chained to the area by a electric beam. “If I try and run it’ll electrocute me.” yanking on it slightly the beam delivered a small shock to your body, enough for you to feel some pain. Peter thought for a moment but the only thing that he could think of was to try and shoot it off. “This might be stupid. But it might work!” he pulled out one of his Quad Blasters and aimed for the electric beam. With a plasma shot, it broke the electric beam but still sent a shock wave through your body; causing you to drop to the ground and your body to convulse. As you were unable to move for a length of time and unconscious, Peter quickly picked you up from the ground as an alarm sounded from the shop. “What the hell?! What kind of place are you working at?” he quickly shot one of the speakers but several others began sounding the alarm. “Dammit!” he yelled.
With you tightly in his arms, Peter took off running towards where his ship was docked with the other’s were that he traveled the galaxy with. Soon a small Kree ship flew into orbit, banking down to the city and began firing at Quill. “Seriously man?! She buys illegal stuff for God’s sake!” he yelled towards the ship and firing back on occasion with his blaster. Radioing in to his ship he called for Rocket, “Rocket! I need your help!” was all that he could spit out. “What’s up Quill? Piss someone off again?” the raccoon joked. “MAYBE!!” the sounds of blaster fire echoed through the background. “It sounds as if he did.” uttered Drax. Rocket fired up Quill’s ship named the Milano and headed towards Quill’s ping location. Blasters fired from everywhere, destroying many shops and people fleeing for their lives. Peter was running towards the crowd and it was like he was a fish swimming upstream. Several frightened people slammed into him which caused his grip to loosen on your body, dropping you in the crowd. “Shit!” he cursed loudly under his breath as he ran back for you. Your body was like a rock in the river, people running around you as a beam of light projected from the Kree ship. The light concealed you in what looked like a bubble, protecting you from the crowd of people; only then to start pulling you to the ship. “No!” Quill fired at the ship with his blasters, one after, after one, after one. But it was like throwing stones. Just as you were almost in the hands of the man that killed your family and held you as a working slave, Quill’s ship delivered a huge blast and caused the ship to explode; dropping your body down onto the hard ground.
The ship landed and Quill’s party waltzed out of the ship and onto the scene. “Geeze Quill, who’s this?” the small raccoon pointed at your still unconscious body. Peter walked over to you, picked you up in his arms, walking to board the ship. “Woah..” Gamora, a green skinned woman stopped Peter. “You don’t know what she can do Quill or even who she is.” Quill simply looked Gamora in the eyes, seriousness oozing from his orbs. “She needed help, I helped her.” he looked down, then back up. “She’s the first person from Earth that I’ve met, since I don’t even know when.” the group stood quiet until a small species of Flora that ran out of the ship, looking up to Quill and yourself he muttered, “I am Groot.” Rocket shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. “No we didn’t kill her.” the small tree alien spoke again, “I am Groot.” Rocket replied, “She most certainly isn’t coming with us!” Quill shot a look of annoyance and anger at Rocket. “She most certainly is coming with us!” Despite the arguments that his friends brought up about bringing you along with them, Quill was anxious to really know who you were. Finally he had someone that he could share the experiences of both Earth and American culture with. He took you back to the living quarters in the Milano, laying you down on a couch and let you rest. Eager for you to wake up and begin to know each other.
Requested by anon: “Voltron request? Shiro taking his s/o on their first date and it fails miserably and by the end of the night he feels like dying a little inside but when his s/o kisses him, he goes back to his room with the biggest smile on his face. ( I just thought it would be cute!) thank you! I hope you have a good day!“
A/N: Hope you love it my lovely anon! <33
So the day Shiro finally asked you on a date everyone thought ‘it was about damn time.’ Living on the castle ship with the paladins didn’t leave much room for privacy and secrets, everyone knew how everyone else felt about the other. Meaning the other paladins knew Shiro was head over heels for you within the first week in Earth time.
When he finally asked you out everyone sighed in relief.
After finding out where it would be safe to take you, he planned the perfect date.
Leaving you rather excited. Allura sat in your room as you readied yourself. “You must be excited” she said, you turned from the mirror to face her. “Yeah, I’ve had feelings for Shiro for a while now. Since we were in the garrison together, I guess we were both oblivious to the other.” you laughed sitting beside her.
“I never really got the chance to ‘date’ as you call it. Being a princess made it difficult.” Allura informed you. Putting a hand on her shoulder, “You’ll find someone incredible, I know it” encouraging her. A large smile grew on her face, “Thank you [F/n]”
“And worse comes to worse, there’s always Lance” walking to the mirror again. Allura laughed behind you, “I’d have to decline the offer” she joked. Eliciting some laughter from you.
Not long after there was a knock on your door. Walking over you clicked the panel beside the door allowing it to slide open. Shiro stood on the other side, nervously fidgeting.
He smiled upon laying eyes on you, “Wow, you look incredible” complimenting you, Allura had lent you some clothes. It was nice to be in something different. “Thanks Shiro, you don’t look half bad yourself” teasing playfully.
He chuckled before asking “All set to go?”
“I am” answering as he offered you an arm. Of which you took.
“Don’t have too much fun you two” You could hear Lance yell from down the corridor. You simply laughed, looking up to see Shiro chuckling, face flushed. It was too easy to get him flustered. But it was undeniably adorable.
He took you down to where his lion was. Climbing aboard you turned to him, “So where are we headed?” walking backwards toward the cockpit. “Well Allura and Coran told me about a friendly planet nearby so I thought maybe it’d be fun to go check it out”
“Sounds cool, lets do it” smiling at him. He blushed again before heading to where he pilots the lion. Standing beside him you held onto the chair. “Hold on” he said before taking off. Though the propulsion knocked you off balance.
Noticing Shiro quickly caught you by the waist. Though it caused the lion to jerk and you fell the other direction. That ended with you falling on to his lap.
You hands landed on his shoulders, his arms still around your waist. Meeting his eyes you both blushed bright red. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry” you cursed, quickly jumping on his lap.
“I-I” choking on his own voice, he cleared his throat. “I, uhm, don’t worry about it. It’s okay”
You both sat in a bit of an awkward silence. Before you started to laugh, “Who knew Lance’s advice would come into play so early” you joked. Shiro began to laugh as well, “Can you imagine how long it’d take to live that down?”
“We wouldn’t” you smiled while watching space fly past, as a planet came into view. “Is that it?” pointing out toward the mass.
“It is. Lets land and get the ball rolling” You nodded, getting a better grip onto the chair this time. Though the landing was smooth.
Once landed you both exited the lion, it putting up it’s force field the minute you stepped off.
You followed a path to a nearby town. It was a cute little place, tucked away from where the Galra could find it. It seemed to be a port for many travelers, seeing aliens of different species everywhere. “What should we do first?” Shiro asked standing beside you.
“I don’t know about you but I’m starving” your eyes skimming over the buildings. “Oh there!” you pointed to what resembled a restaurant, grabbing his hand “Come on!” a cheery tone to your voice. Leading him through the rather crowded street.
You made it to the small restaurant and got yourselves a table. “I have no idea what any of this stuff is” staring, confused by the menu.
“Maybe we can just ask to get what’s popular?“ Shiro looked around for the alien taking your order.
You did so and made idle conversation while waiting. Trying to keep the conversation light. The service was good, the food was out quickly. It looked less than appealing.
“Okay we both take a bite at the same time, it’s only fair” Shiro laughed gesturing between the both of you. “Ugh, fine! We take the bullet together” you hesitantly grabbed your utensil.
You both got a spoonful. “Okay, on 3. 1.. 2.. 3!” both taking a bite. “Oh god that’s horrible” placing your utensil down. Shiro shook it off, “That isn’t what we’re used too”
“We should’ve brought back up space goo” you laughed, staring disapprovingly at the food. He nodded laughing as well.
After paying you both began to wander the street again. Peering into each restaurant or store. Though one caught your attention, “Is that a bar?” you laughed.
“I think it is” Shiro chuckled following your gaze. “Well we’re both adults, and haven’t had a drink since we were brought out to space. So what do you say?”
“Are you sure?” he asked hesitantly. “Come on Shiro live a little” squeezing his hand. He sighed, “Okay, just one”
“Deal” grinning before pulling him to the building. Approaching the bar, “Hi, how are you two? You new around here?” The bartender greeted. “Just passing through” smiling at him.
“Nice, what can I get for you?” he asked looking at the both of you. “Uh, I guess whatever is popular“
He smiled before coming back with two glasses. The liquid in it was slightly tinged pink. Taking the glasses and handing Shiro one. “To terrible food, lets hope the drink’s better” you laughed, Shiro smiled before clinking his glass to yours. Both downing the drinks.
“Whew, that is strong” placing the glass down. “And your unaffected and i feel like a lightweight” noticing how Shiro didn’t even flinch. He laughed, “I guess you are a lightweight.” he teased. The drink obviously making him more confident. “I’m hurt, you have wounded me Takashi Shirogane” using his full name in faux offense.
“I’ll be right back” he chuckled, “Okay but don’t abandon me here” you laughed. Watching as he headed to the bathroom. Leaning against the bar you fiddled with the empty glass.
“Hey sweetheart” a voice came from beside you. Looking up you saw a male alien, he had dark eyes, and purplish skin. You gave him a small smile before turning away.
“What’s got you here all alone?” he flirted coming closer to you.
“I’m actually here with someone, so please leave me alone” Politely rejecting his advances. Though he didn’t take the hint and continued to flirt. However, when he reached out to touch your arm he was pinned to the bar. Jumping back you noticed the Galra arm, shocked at this new side of Shiro.
“Leave her alone” growling before he pushed him away. The man gained his balance, punching Shiro in the jaw. Though Shiro barley flinched, being a prisoner and fighting the galra has given him a high pain tolerance.
Shiro grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him off his feet. You were stunned, not having ever seen this side of him (not that you didn’t like it). Though the bartender soon broke it up, “I want both of you out now!” he yelled at them both.
“We were just leaving” you grabbed Shiro’s hand and pulled him out of the building. Beginning to walk back to his lion. You walked in silence.
“I’m sorry” he looked over at you. “I ruined the night” You simply shrugged, “It was probably the drink, lets just get back it’s late. I’ll clean up that gash when we get back.” Giving him a kind smile. “You were protecting me so thank you”
He gave a small smile before nodding.Though he couldn’t help but feel he ruined everything, including his chances with you.
Getting back to the castle ship, everyone had gone to bed. Telling him to sit on your bed as you went to get some supplies to clean up his busted lip.
Coming back with a wash cloth and antiseptic. Sitting beside him you focused on cleaning up the blood and tending to the area that would surely bruise.
“I’m sorry again. I ruined our night. I just really like you and I guess I got a bit jealous when seeing that guy wouldn’t leave you alone, and it mixed with the drink I had. Basically I understand if you don’t want to be more than friends after tonight.” he babbled, not allowing you a word in.
“Shiro, you didn’t ruin the night. I had a fantastic time and I’d love to go out again. Though, maybe next time something simple like stargazing or just exploring would be better. Away from weird food and strong drinks” you smiled at him. He felt relief wash through him.
Smiling he said “I’ll let you get some sleep” standing to leave. You followed him to the door. Turning to you he gave you a bashful smile, “Goodnight [F/n]”
You smiled widely back, “Goodnight Shiro” turning to return to your room. Though in a rush of confidence you stopped mid-step and turned to him again. Swiftly your hand landed on the back of his neck and you pulled his lips to yours.
He was shocked at first but soon relaxed into the kiss as his hands landed on your hips. Pulling away you smiled, cheeks flushed. Your face was centimeters from his as you whispered again, “Goodnight Shiro” before retreating into your room again.
Leaving a shocked Shiro behind. A grin beamed on his face, under flushed cheeks. He wore a ecstatic smile all the way back to his room and until he fell asleep. Still in disbelief that you kissed him.
Girls found it hot that he was a dad but they sure as hell didn’t want to raise his little girl. Or he didn’t want her around his daughter. Minho was 16 years old when his ex girlfriend left his little girl on his doorstep and walked away. Little Choi Minjoo became everything to Minho who was trying to give her the best. He studied very hard to make sure he got good grades then after graduating getting a good job or going to college. His parents were proud of him. Though they didn’t support his choices when he was younger, they loved how much he grew up for her. They loved their granddaughter and were willing to support him now.
“Don’t touch” Minho told his daughter as he was glancing at his book and writing down notes. “Minjoo daddy said don’t touch” he said more strictly. Soon a stuffed bunny came into view as he looked up and smiled “hey” he told you as you took a seat beside him “what did you need help with?” you asked him as he put Minjoo down onto the wooden floor of his room “these questions” he spoke as you pulled the notebook away from him. “Ah okay I see these ones are slightly confusing but once you understand you’ll be able to-” you were cut short by the one year old bringing over shiny pack handing it to you. Minho looked very embarrassed by the little package. You held it between your fingers as you looked it over “I think you should hide these better” you say laying the packaged condom onto the desk. His ears filled with the sound of wrappers hitting the ground as his daughter had found his condom box that was under his bed while she was crawling around.
“I’m amazed you have time” you joke to him “the box is almost 2 years old and three of them are missing. They were the before Minjoo ones. Afet becoming a dad I didn’t have the urge to do it again" he explained as he got up and started picking them up “why keep them?” “never known they’re still good. They’ve got like 2 years yet” he tells you as you shook your head. “Do you still date?” you asked him. “You offering?” he jokes “curious” you say as you fell your body heat up. Minho picks Minjoo up and sat her back on his lap again.
“To date me. I would have to find a girl who I know will treat me and Minjoo well. Treat my daughter like her own. Gives me love and affection” he lists as he rests his head onto his daughter’s. You smile at him as you sigh “so this is what you have to do” you start as his attention was drawn to your teaching.
Minho glanced into your class room as he knocked on the door and your teacher looked confused “I need to talk to Y/N quickly please. It’s an emergency” he said as you got up grabbing your bag and rushing over not really getting permission. You knew it had to be something. “I need you to get my daughter. She’s sick at the daycare and they won’t let me have her stay there” he whispers. “You should have gotten your license Minho-” “please I’ll owe you” he says “fine” you groan pulling your keys out. He cupped your cheeks and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “My hero” he jokes as you were shocked but head off to the office.
“Poor baby” you coo as you stroked her back as she whined. “Be lucky that auntie has less classes than daddy” you whisper as you opened the back of your car. You looked at the back seeing that if you ever went on a date it would seem that you’re a mom due to the fact you always take care of Minjoo. You had your own car seat for her. Your car had foods and toys as well. A sock or two just everything Minjoo had. You buckled her in and pulled your phone out and called Minho. “I got her and I’ll take her to my house. Do I have to get you later?” you asked as he sighed “yeah if you don’t mind” he says as you make a sound. “See you later” you say “thanks again” he says “anytime” you tell him before you end the call.
“Come on Minho. A single date. You’re daughter is so cute we’ll have lots a lot of fun” a girl begged as he was looking around for your car. “no I’m good my daughter is sick” he says as he caught sight of your car. “Plus Y/N is kind of like my daughter’s mom even though she’s not. And she’s who I need right now” he said unknowing his words would make you his sort of girlfriend. He gave one last smile before taking off. The girl scowled at his back ready to start something.
“Hello ladies” he says as he threw his things in the front seat and got in the back to check on his daughter. “Minjoo” he cooed lightly as he touched her forehead “glad to feel her fever went down” he told you “I gave her some milk and a mild bath so I think it helped” you said as he nodded. “Thank you again. j got your homework from the class you left then” he says “thanks” you said. You had been put on Minho’s emergency list basically, he struck a deal with the school since he had you, the overly smart 2nd in class as his good friend. You got out early most days and since it was your last class you were basically free because you could sign yourself out and all.
“You know you kissed me Minho” you say “hmm” he said only responding when he heard his name “you kissed me earlier” you repeat as he felt his cheeks warm up. “It-it was the heat of the moment” he rushed to say as he thought back to it. “Oh” you said “you sound disappointed ” he teased as you made a sound “what no way” you say back keeping your eyes on the road.
Minho laid Minjoo down in her rocker making sure she was covered and comfortable before he turned it on. He took a seat next to you on the couch. “You know I got asked out” he says as you turn to him. “You should go on a date” you tell him “my daughter is sick and she’s like all I talk about other than school” he says as you chuckle. “If I would go on a date with someone it would be someone like you. Sweet, loving, kind, motherly, prett-” he cut himself off as you two looked at one another. He simply leaned in and kissed your lips, it was a real one this time and Minho made sure it was amazing. He had you above him as he smiled up at you. “This is nice” he whispered bringing you in for another kiss as he deepened it.
He had his hands under your skirt as he squeezed your rear making you jump. He laughed as you rolled your eyes “you know I thought about this many times before” he says as you started undoing your top before he stopped you “it wasn’t on the couch and my daughter wasn’t in the room” he tells as your ears filled with the breathing of the little one. “Woah. I am way too willing” you say as he sat up with his hands around your waist. “You should be cautious with me. My guys got through a condom without breaking it” he says. “That makes me think 16 year old Minho couldn’t put a condom on” you tease “you’re probably right” he responds as he rubs your nose with his. “Maybe 18 year old Minho could learn” he told “he would have to. Minjoo is a cute little thing. But she doesn’t need to be a big sister” you tell him. “Yeah? In general or from you?” he asks as he leaned back “either Minho. You’re 18 having one kid under your belt is enough. You shouldn’t have another” you tell him. “I know I wasn’t planning on it until I’m married” he promised. He kissed your lips lightly as he nearly thrown you off when his little one let out a noise. “Damn Minho” you whisper as he seemed embarrassed by his instant daddy mode. “I can’t help it now” he whispered “it’s natural” he says as you laughed at the embarrassed boy.