literally they begin with evie saving his life, like this ship began with girl saves boy and rick admits that’s the entire reason he goes on the adventure at all
lots of longing gazes
bANTER BANTER BANTER BANTER THE ONLY THING THAT SCARES ME MR O’CONNELL ARE YOUR MANNERS
the formal way they address each other, “mr o’connell” “evelyn”
TEAMWORK!!!!! ships that work together as a team are legit wonderful
basically every little thing evie does that wouldn’t be considered “becoming”
for a woman at that time, rick is very into. racing a camel? rick is
down. describe mummification with gross specifics? rick is very into it.
and then he steals nice tools for her which is basically the most romantic thing you could give evelyn carnahan as a present
“i… am a librarian” rick is aroused
when he helps her off the ground and very gently checks to make sure she
isnt hurt and basically casually holds her like wtf kind of romantic
bullshit is this
rick loses his shit any time evie might get hurt
like they have to hOLD HIM BACK when she goes with imhotep
“if they make me a mummy you’re the first one i’m coming after”
THEY ALWAYS HOLD HANDS WHEN RUNNING AWAY FROM DANGER
their kiss has a smiley NOSE RUB like kill me i hate them
they cuddle on a fucking camel
in the mummy returns:
A MARRIED SHIP THAT HAS BEEN TOGETHER FOR TEN YEARS, HAS A CHILD, AND IS STILL COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY FULL OF LOVE AND SUPPORT
like these assholes have been together for a decade and still make out constantly
WHEN THEY DEFEAT THE MUMMIES ON THE BUS LEGIT EVIE CROOKS HER DAMN FINGER AT HIM LIKE THEY ARE SO TURNED ON BY ALMOST DYING THAT IS BASICALLY THEIR KINK
they compromise and still work as a team so well!! they know when to do it evie’s way and when to do it rick’s way
like he hands her a gun and she nods and they basically practice how to fight at home right? they have to. they choreograph this shit.
they still banter and tease each other and it is full of so much fucking affection, gag me now
THEY JUST LIKE HOLD EACH OTHER A LOT ITS LOVELY
i dont support evie’s temporary death but also brendan fraser is literally the only man actually acting in that scene and it hurts my heart to even consider rick living without evie like that man thinks screaming AHHH at mummies will make a difference, how would he even function
just like a lot of hardcore risking their lives for each other
“do you want to know what heaven looks like?” “nope would rather make out on this blimp pls”
those are the only two mummy movies nothing else exists sorry
Character Pairing:Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader
Word Count:5,109 (oops!)
Warnings: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT Smut! A/B/O Dynamics, fingering, sexual penetration, slight(?) impregnation kink, unprotected sex, a NSFW gif, some angst (blink and you miss it), language, dirty talk…
A/N:I make my own rules.
You smelt him before you saw him.
Your senses came alive when you saw him walk through the main entrance.
He exuded the title perfectly.
This isn’t the first time you had seen him at the museum but this was the closest you had ever gotten to him. He was at the ticket counter, smiling at Mandy as he presented his membership card. The leather jacket he had on moved like soft butter as he put the card in his wallet before it went back into the side pocket.
Catching a whiff of his scent in the air, you wanted to melt to the floor. Sandalwood. It was earthy and it warmed your whole body.
You could make out his voice from where you were hiding in the gift shop. It was deep and raspy as he talked to Mandy. He took off his baseball hat and ran his fingers through his thick brown hair. He stuffed the hat into the back pocket of his jeans as he laughed at something Mandy had said.
Hunting’s a total blast until you hit your heat. In between each cycle, you only know how much fun it is to catch a case, to get on the road and feel the rumble of Dean’s car beneath you, all open windows and loud music. The fights are always rough, but in the way that makes you feel strong, in a way that makes your muscles ache with anticipation just to think about it. And of course, there’s the feeling of knowing that you saved someone, that you stopped one small little evil and left the world a little better for it.
But then your heat hits, and you remember. Hunting is not ideal for an Omega.
Based on an ask I received!
I apologize, the story had to be edited so I rewrote the whole thing here!
Original idea by: @lightderin
Lance looked around at the accusing glares of his teammates, all different intensities. He smiled nervously, “Oops.”
They had been mapping out locations in the observatory of safe planets to land, or easy places to wormhole, in the case of an attack that needed quick escape.
The team had been at it for hours, and had over 120 spots pinpointed over multiple galaxies.
Lance, who had found the entire ordeal quite boring, had strolled away to check out the little holograms floating around.
He couldn’t help that it was hard for him to pay attention, ADHD did that to a person. Focusing just wasn’t his gig.
The blue paladin had started across the other side of the room, hands in his pockets and he just looked.
Until he thought he found Earth.
He should know what it looked like, he stared at its little hologram nearly every night.
Lance missed home.
He missed the people back there.
Without much thought, Lance reached forward to zoom in, a happy little smile on his lips.
Look at it, just right there—
“Aw, what the heck?!” A chorus of shouts came from behind and Lance jumped.
He turned to see the team staring at him, looking annoyed and tired. “Hm?”
Pidge motioned frantically to the hologram around them, “Lance, we lost our spot! We lost our points!”
Lance blinked, “…how?”
Keith groaned, “Idiot, because you were screwing around with the screen!”
Lance frowned, looking back at Earth, and saw how zoomed in it was and how the constellations and stars around him had changed too.
Oh, he didn’t think that one through.
Lance looked back at them and smiled nervously, “Oops?”
He was answered with grumbles, and a yawn from Hunk. They were tired and now were too frustrated to get significantly angry.
“Let’s go to bed, we can start again in the morning.” Shiro said, rubbing his forehead. “You too Lance.”
Lance rubbed his neck, looking at the ground as the team and the Altean duo walked past him.
He grunted when Keith bumped into him, “Watch where you’re going, Lance.” The red paladin spat.
Keith was the one who bumped into him!
“Oh yeah, mull—”
He was alone in the observatory.
He took a shaky breath, watching the doors close behind his friends, and sulked.
He had annoyed them all, again.
Why could he just keep his hands to himself? Look don’t touch, his mama had always said.
Lance sighed, arms coming up to pull up his hood and put it over his head. A safe place, where he could only see forward, and no one could see him.
Hoods were nice.
When you can only look back at your mistakes, they allow you to dream ahead and block out any side distractions.
It was a new world, your own world, and provided the blue paladin with a sense of security.
He sat down, back in front of Earth, letting it float nearer to him and he watched it carefully.
The blue light illuminating the white space his head was tucked into, and it was just those two.
Lance and Earth.
She was such a pretty lady.
His sadness escaped through a sigh, and he allowed himself to be calm.
Tonight, he would fix it.
Lance would stay up all night and go through the map an replot every point.
And as morning came, the hood would come off, and Lance would feel a little better.
Everything would be okay.
It had to be, otherwise what would have been the point of staying up all night to do all of this for his team?
He skipped breakfast, as that time came the following morning. Not that he was incredibly hungry anyway.
“203…204, wait, no…” Lance put down another point, rubbing his eyes and swaying in his spot.
Lance had marked down every point they had previously plotted, and finding he hadn’t been able to sleep, continued on.
The blue paladin barely noticed as a door opened behind him, and the team entered.
“Wh— Lance? We thought you were still sleeping, you weren’t at breakfast.” Princess Allura said with a hint of surprise in her tone.
Lance chuckled, “Nah, thought I would finish up some of our plotting.”
Team Voltron and the Alteans were staring in awe at the color coordinated dots that glowed amongst the light blue holographic model.
“What is this?” Shiro asked.
Lance looked over, rubbing an eye.
“I felt horrible last night, messing up the work you guys did. So I stayed up and fixed it. I even took the time to color coordinate them by condition, size, and whether or not they are open at certain times.”
Each had their jaw dropped, staring at their blue paladin. He had done all of that?
“Did you sleep at all?” Hunk spoke up, brows furrowed as he stared at his friend.
The poor kid looked drained; skin paled, bags under his eyes, and red in the corners.
He was exhausted.
It took them a moment to process this, watching as Lance sat down and smiled at them. “I even found more. In at over two hundred charted locations giving the correct conditions.”
Keith said it. “Idiot.”
Lance blinked, visibly flinching at the sudden words, not what he had expected at all.
Pidge looked annoyed, although it was probably at the fact Lance had done something tech related better than her for once.
“You stayed up ALL NIGHT? On a map that wasn’t even that important?” She said, gaping.
Lance paused, “Not that…Wh… But you guys got so upset when I messed it up, an worked on it all day!”
Keith rolled his eyes, “Yeah, it needed done, but it wasn’t life or death. Look at you!”
Shiro, in a nicer tone, agreed. “He’s right, Lance. You didn’t have to do this, and it’s not healthy putting yourself through such stress.”
Hunk bit his lip, “I mean, you’re really tired right? What if, What o Zarkon attacked and you just fell asleep durin battle?”
“He would KILL you.” Allura confirmed. Coran nodded.
“You’ve got to take care of yourself.”
Lance looked around at his friends, not believing what he was hearing in the slightest.
How could they accuse him like this?
How could they be so rude?
Lance had done this for them, staying up all night to fix his mistake. He had wants to make them happy!
The blue paladin wanted to be apart of the team and help out for once, even if it was in a simple manner.
He hadn’t wanted to be reprimanded for a deed he believed was good.
Frustrated tears appeared, and Lance crossed his arms. “Fine, whatever, I’ll go to bed. Do what you want with that.”
He stood up, swayed, and nearly toppled over with exhaustion. Lance couldn’t stand the worried looks he was getting.
The hood came back up.
Things were supposed to have been okay.
Lance marched to his room, rubbing his nose with an aggravated sniff and glaring the tears away.
The music was blaring loudly from the large speakers in the gym, lights flickering back and forth between different colors of the spectrum, the smell of punch lingered in the air mixed with alcohol that some students had managed to sneak in.
(Y/N) sat on the bleachers with her head down, looking at her short and shiny black heels that were beginning to make her feet ache. Reaching down, she took them off and wiggled her toes for a moment before sighed and leaning back against the bleacher behind her.