Shiro is not a sexual predator. He is in no way in a relationship with any other Voltron character. These characters mean so much to me as someone who works on it and as a fan. They feel like family to me, just like the voice actors who play them do. As any family will, we joke with one another. We poke, we prod, we tease, and we play – there is so much more in this world right now to be pissed about. No one in the cast condones pedophilia and to have fans constantly accuse us of that is exhausting and frustrating.
You got a haircut. It looks nice. Although I’ll always love your messy yet neat hair. Oh how I wish I could run my fingers through your beautiful brown hair while smiling at you. To play with your hair as we lay down together, would be amazing right now.
[Sam about the BMOL and leading The Hunters] They think the ends justify the means. But we know better. We know hunting isn’t just about killing. It’s about doing what’s right, even when it’s hard. So we go by our gut, right? We play by our own rules, and that scares them. That’s why they want us dead, 'cause we’re the one thing they can’t control.
summary: You find solace in the huge library in Avengers HQ and it’s always just you there, which is partly why you love it so much. One day, you find Bucky in the library, and you quickly decide the library’s much nicer with him in it.
word count: 900ish
warnings: just fluff boyz
a/n: this is a little something for my love Anika’s birthday! I hope your day was as amazing as you are @avengerofyourheart.
You walked into the library, fully expecting it to be empty like it always is. You weren’t prepared for the sight of Bucky Barnes, sitting on the hardwood floor, surrounded by books. Tony would’ve seriously lost it at the sight. Good thing he rarely came down here.
You observed the soldier for a little while, taking advantage of the fact that he hadn’t yet noticed your presence. He’d only been with the team for two months, so you hadn’t had too many encounters with him. Not enough to know more than the basics about him. You knew enough, though, to know that him being this relaxed and unguarded, enough to not have sensed your presence, was a rare occurrence.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I never pegged you for a reader.“
The way his head snapped up towards you further solidified the fact that he’d just been in his own little world. You felt kind of bad for disturbing him but you didn’t want him to think you were creepily spying on him or something when he inevitably noticed you standing there and watching him. He chuckled and seemed to relax a little when he realized it was you. That was a relief.