why am i so easy flirted when it comes to shipping

A Most Important Scene From Voltron Season 3

So… there’s something about this entire scene that’s had me pondering it all morning. Now, despite my writing tendencies or even which characters I would like to see together, most people who know me understand that while I write and post certain things, how I actually view the canon is separate. Like, I don’t watch Voltron for shipping and what characters do and don’t end up together is not why I’m into it. I’m very realistic about potential ships and do my best not to let shipping goggles cloud my judgement. After all, I may like to create, but I also analyze. And anyone worth their socks in literary/media analysis knows that it’s about looking at what you’re given and not what you want to see (what we want to see gets into headcanon/prediction territory, which can be backed by analysis, but they aren’t the same thing). In other words, me fangirling about a ship and me looking critically at a piece of media are two very separate things. 

Therefore, this scene has left me in rather a… curious sort of hesitance? Because I find it hard to believe that I’m coming to the conclusions that I am? 

First and foremost, I’m glad that Lance and Keith are working together better and trusting one another enough to go to the other about their problems. I don’t care who you ship with who, it’s good character development for them when we look back at where they started and does nothing but help the team. Keith admitted his faults to Lance when he pushed the team too hard and Lance went to Keith when he was insecure. These are not small steps for these boys and I’m glad they’re finally becoming better friends. And that’s honestly all I thought I was going to take away from this season, if I even got that far. 

Until I saw this part of this scene specifically (I’ma use this screenshot a lot, lol) -

 - First of all, I want to look at how these frames with Keith are laid out. Keith is in the center of the frame the whole time, his posture is open, his expression is friendly, his smile is sincere. He is lacking in weapons or anything typically considered threatening. But what is probably most important is that we’re not just seeing Keith from Lance’s point of view, we’re seeing him through Lance’s eyes.  

There is a difference. For example, in these scenes - 

- we’re seeing Allura from Lance’s POV, but not through his own eyes. This is a very common type of shot when two people are having a conversation or even when multiple people are in the room. It’s like getting a third person description of what’s happening with weight on a certain character’s perspective. Sometimes it’s not even that far and it’s just convenient to look over this character’s shoulder. Versus when we get a more first person perspective when we see a character through another character’s eyes.  

We also get shots like this in this same scene - 

- This shot comes in concurrence with the one previously and can still be considered as coming from Lance’s perspective. So what’s the difference between this shot and the one of Keith? This shot is up close–it’s focused on Allura’s expression and what she’s saying. She’s also not completely centered, but balanced in the frame for the viewer, not Lance’s perspective. Lance is listening to her, not admiring her in any way, shape, or form. In fact, despite Lance’s general attempts at constantly flirting with Allura, he is not looking at her at all in this scene as a potential romantic interest. This entire scene is focused on what they’re saying and what that means. Not any kind of attraction between them. 

Which is what struck me as so odd about the way we see Keith through Lance’s eyes in episode 6. When a character is being admired by another character, getting a shot through their eyes of their subject from the waist up, or thighs up, or knees up, etc, is a very common way of displaying that admiration in a visual sense. It’s already clear from this scene that Lance views Keith as the new leader - 

- So even if Lance takes issue with some of the things Keith does, he–at the very least–begrudgingly accepts Keith’s position and is doing everything in his power to support him (as most of season 3 is evidence of). Which is why these frames - 

- took me so far aback. Honestly, I was much more expecting this kind of scene to be displayed from Lance’s eyes when his and Allura’s development took place. I even went back during their critical conversation to look for it. But there isn’t anything similar. Lance clearly respects Allura, but he didn’t “waver” in looking at her so as to imply a different kind of admiration. 

Another character that gets this treatment a lot? Shiro. Shiro is their leader. Shiro is their security. Shiro is oftentimes framed in this manner when the other paladins are listening to him. But usually it’s a group shot, and even if there are scenes with him and one other (maybe with Keith? I’m not going back to watch the whole series), his body language and expression are not so soft. There could probably be some shots of Shiro looking less severe when he speaks to Keith, but I never remember being this struck by a scene with Shiro that didn’t feel like anything more that admiration because he’s their leader and/or idol and/or older brother figure (this goes for Pidge as much as Keith). Just as I’ve never seen anything to blatantly support Klance before. Like, I’m not playing favorites here.  

The point I’m trying to make is that, in seeing Keith through Lance’s eyes in this scene, we’re gleaning a LOT about how Lance views Keith. Not only is he listening to Keith, but we’re seeing Keith as more than just a face with words. It would have been easy to frame this scene like this -  

- I mean, even this is still… But the point is, there were a lot of ways to frame this that didn’t have Lance giving Keith that “admiring” look that is oftentimes used in movies and animation. At this point, Keith is the center of Lance’s entire focus. The rest of the room is bare, Keith is what stands out most. But it’s not just his words or what he’s saying, it’s his entire person. It’s his body, his words, his posture, where he’s standing in the room. 

And then we get to his expression. This is so important. They could have given Keith more attitude, they could have had him lean back on one leg and cross his arms. They could have done LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE to suggest that Lance was merely admiring Keith as a leader and friend, but they didn’t. They kept his posture open. They kept him still and centered in the frame. And they gave him the softest mother fucking smile that Keith has probably displayed in the entire goddamn show. And I don’t mean to say that he hasn’t given those small, soft smiles, because he has, but this one has teeth and is still soft. EVERYTHING about this frame is soft. 

And this is HOW LANCE is seeing Keith. We have the distance from where Lance is standing in the doorway to Keith to support this, as well as how he looks following, which implies that we were seeing Keith through him - 

- He’s looking over his shoulder, continuing the line of sight we the viewers were just privy to. And he reflects the same softness he has just seen in Keith. 

For fucks sake, all we need is an edit of that frame of Keith with a soft white background and some sparkles and we’re all fucking set! This frame - 

- was coded to be romantic. This is Lance not only admiring Keith, but seeing him in a “different” light. I mean, look at Keith’s hair for crying- UGH! Just add some wind and a few flower petals and- just- HOLY FUCK, LANCE! OGLE HIM SOME MORE WHY DON’T YOU! I don’t know if Keith is really this beautiful or not BUT YOU’RE DOING A GOOD JOB OF MAKING IT SEEM LIKE HE’S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CREATURE YOU’VE EVER SEEN, LANCE!

Seriously, this is probably one of the most sincerely romantic frames we’ve gotten in the entire series. It’s also quite bittersweet. And, like, even if Lance isn’t aware that he’s looking at Keith like this, we are! We’re literally watching Lance form feelings for Keith through his own goddamn eyes. Ugh, gag me. 

I am disgusted. 

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

New Writing Prompts
  • “How did you lose it?”
  • “What are you listening to?”
  • “What’s your favorite color?”
  • “Well, that’s pretty rude of you to say.”
  • “You’re making me blush.”
  • “Are you flirting with me?”
  • “It’s lonely here without you.”
  • “I can’t stand the thought of a life without you in it.”
  • “Just kiss me already.”
  • “Let’s have a baby.”
  • “We’d make a cute couple.”
  • “I want to take care of you.”
  • “Can we cuddle?”
  • “I need a hug.”
  • “You’re special to me.”
  • “You’re awful but you’re mine.”
  • “You’re cute when you’re angry.”
  • “I’ve liked you for a while now.”
  • “Will you marry me?”
  • “Dance with me!”
  • “So that’s it? It’s over?”
  • “Thanks for nothing.”
  • “Are you upset with me?”
  • “You’re a monster.”
  • “We can’t keep this up forever.”
  • “I don’t need you anymore.”
  • “Why do you hate me?”
  • “I thought you loved me.”
  • “You put us both in danger.”
  • "I don’t understand you.”
  • "This is gonna hurt.”
  • "I don’t really care what you think.”
  • "I can’t do that.”
  • “This is completely different.”
  • "I went easy on you.”
  • “You’re lucky to be alive right now.”
  • “Do you think you could teach me?” 
  • “What could go wrong?”
  • “I didn’t push you…the wind pushed you. ”
  • “Well, if that’s really what you want.”
  • “Listen, I really don’t like you, but you have kittens so I’m going to be over a lot.”
  • “I see you there all the time.”
  • “That’s not a good sign.”
  • “I had to see you again.”
  • “What are you afraid of?”
  • “Come over here and make me.”
  • “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
  • “Stop interrupting me!”
  • “I came to say goodbye.”
  • “Isn’t this amazing?”
  • “Catch me if you can!”
  • “It’s just your imagination.”
  • “I can take care of myself just fine.”
  • “Just shut up and kiss me.”
  • “How long do we have?”
  • “Am I ever going to see you again?”
  • “You make me feel invincible.”
  • “Leave me alone.”
  • “You need to leave.”
  • “I hate how much I love you.”
  • “That’s starting to get annoying.”
  • “How did you find me?”
  • “I don’t want to talk about it.”
  • “You can’t just sit there all day.”
  • “I’ve liked you for a while now.”
  • “Don’t argue. Just do it.”
  • “I wasn’t going to wait around forever.”
  • “You deserve better than me.”
  • “Could you be happy here, with me?”
  • “Do you wish things had happened differently?”
  • “The world revolves around the sun, but my world revolves around you.”
  • “Enough with the mind games!”
  • “Promise me you’ll stay safe?”
  • “Did you just freaking boop me?!”
  • “You will always be my everything.”
  • “Catch me!”
  • “That’s the first time I’ve died in a while. Guess I was overdue.”
  • “I love you. I hope you know that.”
  • “I bought this because I thought you’d like it.”
  • “I just feel safe with you. Like nothing bad can happen.”
  • “I don’t like when you say things like that. To me, you’re perfect.”
  • “I like it when you say my name.”
  • “I love kissing you.”
  • “I’m just glad you’re safe. I wouldn’t know what to do if I lost you.”
  • “You’re so beautiful.”
  • “I’m really lucky to have you.”
  • “Don’t tell me not to worry, because I’m going to do that anyway.”
  • “I made you some breakfast.”
  • “If you’re so cold, why didn’t you say something? Come here.”
  • “I guess time flies when you’re with somebody you love.”
  • “No, I don’t want to say goodbye. Not now.”
  • “I think I might be better off without you.”
  • “Don’t tell me what to do.”
  • “I don’t want to do this without you.”
  • “Stop yelling and listen for a second.”
  • “I just want you to be safe. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.”
  • “Please, just…be safe. Come back to me.”
  • “I’m so, so sorry.”
  • “But I only just got home.”
  • “Don’t say that. You’re going to be okay.”
  • “Please don’t leave.”
  • “Why would you think something like that?”
  • “I thought I’d never see you again.”
  • “You can’t just leave like this.”
  • “I missed you so much.”
  • “Like what you see?”
  • “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
  • “Try to stay quiet, understand?”
  • “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
  • “Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.”
  • “I like it when you say my name like that.”
  • “I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”
  • “Hey, remember that ‘if I ever see you again, I’ll be morally and legally obligated to kill you conversation’ we had a while back?”
  • “I asked for a helpful opinion, not…whatever that was.”
  • “I was trying my hardest to mind my own business, but you’ve really done it now. I have to know.”
  • “Disappointment comes in many shapes and size, you know? Mine comes in the shape of you!”
  • “I can’t believe you’re making me do this. It’s humiliating.”
  • “People see your scowl and run for the hills. I can’t have this when my guests come over.”
  • “Some of this was found in the ship, the other half found in a cave. Aliens? Confirmed.”
  • “Maybe this place wasn’t as haunted as people claimed it to be…wait, what was that?”
  • “None of this is going to matter when I can change the outcome.”
  • “Let’s leave this to the professionals, because we most definitely are not.”
  • “It’s incredibly hot out, so why am I still cold? Ugh.”
  • “Something about this is fishy, but I can’t put my finger on what.”
  • “This disappointment on my face is for you.”
  • “It’s a good day when I don’t have to see you before six thirty in the morning.”
  • “Isn’t that what friends do? Look out for each other? So that’s what I’m doing.”
  • “My ‘good enough’ barely scratches their ‘this is how things should be’.”
  • “Taking things for granted is what I do, apparently.”
  • “I’m not proud of my actions, hence the change. I don’t think there’s anything bad about that.”
  • “Oh come on, you can’t chase something that doesn’t exist.”
  • “I have yet to have an opportunity to say ‘I told you so’, but if I hang around long enough, I know I will.”
  • “I know about three people in this world and I trust none.”
  • “Something tells me this nightmare isn’t over. Not yet.”
  • “I wanted to show you how genuine I am about this.”
  • “I cannot convey to you how much you irritate me on a good day, let alone a bad one.”
  • “All of you are to blame for this, but I can’t say I’m surprised.”
  • “The last person I’m going to listen to is you, if I’m being truthful.”
  • “Must you be so quick to judge?”
  • “Hey, nerd! Go kick their butt.”
  • “You are loved.”
  • “Morning, lovely. I see you got out of bed. I’m proud of you.”
  • “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you happy.”
  • “Someone, someday, is going to write a sappy poem about you. And even though it’s super cliche, you will love it to pieces. You’re so adorable.”
  • “I hope you have a wonderful day.”
  • “You are your worst criticizer, seriously, all those things you’re worried about, they are absolutely fine.”
  • “Keep going, love.”
  • “Look at you, you’re amazing.”
  • “It’s okay, you’re allowed to cry, just let it all out.”
  • “You’re strong and I care about you.”
  • “I love and support you.”
  • "You’re numb. You’re tired. You can’t seem to do anything. You want to give up. Well, I’m here to say, please. Just one more push, just one shower, one tiny task, one more day of looking after yourself. It’s hard, but I’ll be here on the other end, I’ll be there when you close your eyes tonight and you picture me, with the biggest smile on my face. One more, for me, for you.”
  • “A woman has needs, sir. And right now I very much need to break every bone in your body.”
  • "Did you fall out of love?”
  • “I knew it was a mistake from the beginning.”
  • “I can’t talk to you anymore. Goodbye.”
  • “I’ll be gone by Tuesday. Can’t keep them waiting forever, can I?”
  • “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you then.”
  • “Please don’t let go. I don’t want to be alone yet. Just hang on a little longer.”
  • “I don’t wanna die yet! Please! I don’t wanna die!”
  • “I have so much I need to say, please, let me stay long enough to speak, please.”
  • “Just let me go already. I have nothing left in this life. Let me move on.”
  • “I can’t feel it. It’s just gone, like it was never there.”
  • “I want to run again, please. I don’t care, just let me run!”
  • “You let her die because you were a coward, you don’t deserve my pity just because you feel guilty.”
  • “I don’t want them to see me like this. I can’t let them.”
  • “You can’t just give up. Please, please they need you. I need you.”
  • “Just stop…please. It’s not going to work.”
  • “This can’t be happening. I just…I just started! It’s not fair.”
  • “You’re just going to let her die?”
  • “You’re pathetic. A parasite. If anything, you’re the predator, not prey.”
  • “I’d do anything for you but would you do the same for me?”
  • “I don’t know, and I’m sorry but that’s not the kind of person I am.”
  • “Look, I don’t mind taking sketchy jobs. What I mind is being lied to about whether these jobs are sketchy.”
  • “I’d say I’m doing this because I’ve lost control of my life, but let’s be honest: I never had a handle on anything.”
  • “There are worse people to be stuck here with, I suppose, but that doesn’t make me feel any better about it.”
  • “As fascinating as this is, I have other things I’d rather be doing. Like sleeping.”
  • “I’m too cute to stay mad at. Wouldn’t you agree?”
  • “This isn’t the endgame I dreamed of. So disappointing.”
  • “I can’t imagine that this is what we were supposed to do. It seems too easy.”
  • “The struggle I’m experiencing is not being able to find the right color. It’s so frustrating.”
Steve/Tony Fic Recs: Flirting Steve

For the anon who asked for flirting Steve fics and blushing Tony :) Another great trope, thank you!

Remember to leave kudos and comments for your hard-working authors!

Re(a)d All Over by brandnewfashion, MusicalLuna: Contrary to popular belief, Tony Stark can blush. It just takes Steve getting drunk on some magical Asgardian mead for it to finally happen.

When I think about you by sirona: Five times someone saw Steve sass the hell out of Tony and one time Tony finally bought a clue. Also known as the story of Captain Sasspants more than handling his own with Tony Stark at his most devious.

Fever, gettin’ higher by RurouniHime: Yeah, okay, Steve Rogers knows what sexual harassment is. Despite his out-of-fashion upbringing, he’s not some backwater Neanderthal, thank you, he gets why it’s bad. He’ll go to bat for anyone who determines they’re the victim of unwelcome advances in the workplace. He’s not devaluing its impact, for god’s sake. 

But the key word here, as he sees it, is ‘unwelcome.’ And that… might not be what this is.

try and try by cablewires: Steve didn’t think it was at all possible, but right now he was even more confused than he was before this whole thing started. He frowned at the brightly colored website Clint had loaded on his laptop. Flirting for Dummies, the title of the article read. Want a guy’s attention but not sure how to go about it? You’ve come to the right article!

Steve had a bad feeling about this. AKA the one where Clint helps Steve flirt with Tony via Internet tips. Steve kind of screws it up, but that’s what makes it work.

The Love Song of a Pair of Awkward Weirdos by MusicalLuna:

Tony flirts with Steve and then the strangest possible thing happens: Steve starts to flirt back.

i am wide eyed with a penchant for running by theappleppielifestyle

Steve compliments him on his arms. On his craftsmanship. On his jokes. He makes the rare innuendo that get the whole team snickering after Steve leaves the room. He tells Tony he values Tony in the team, and as a person, and as a friend. He looks at Tony with big blue eyes and an easy smile that comes far too rarely.

Tony has no goddamn idea what to do with all this affection. He also has no idea how to respond to it.

Awkward Tony by @theappleppielifestyle​: The point is, he can flirt. He can flirt your pants off, literally. Except. Except, he realizes when he’s forty-ish and glancing at Pepper across his workshop as she lectures him- when he starts having actual feelings for people, he forgets how to breathe sometimes and all knowledge of flirting goes out the window.

Steve likes flustered Tony by @theappleppielifestyle​: It takes three days for Steve to realize something’s wrong. He realizes it when he’s eating breakfast, and he swallows his muesli and frowns. “Has Tony made a pass at me recently?”

Misunderstanding by @pensversusswords​: “I thought you knew how I felt and were messing with me,” Tony mumbled, very stubbornly avoiding eye contact with Steve by staring at the opposite side of the room.

5 Times Steve attempted to make Tony Blush, and the one time he succeeded by sororexitium: He wanted to know, suddenly. Like had a deep burning need to see what Tony would look like flushed with bashfulness, or embarrassment, or even joy…no, joy would be the best.

let me be the one (who never leaves you all alone) by ohmyloki (@bootycap​): 

Steve couldn’t pinpoint when it started, when he no longer saw Tony as just a teammate but a friend instead, nor when the warm glow of friendship started to shift and turn into something with a little more heat.

Adventures in Team Bonding -or- Steve Rogers’ Guide to Flirting by Arukou (@arukou-arukou​): In a fit of loneliness and poor judgment, Tony Stark agrees to try and bring his team closer together. He just never realized how impossible the task might be. At least Captain America’s there to offer advice. If only he weren’t so distractingly pretty.

Here Comes the Rush by gonetoarcadia: It’s been three years. Steve’s seen aliens, giant robots, and literal flying monkeys. He’s romanced a few women and even a man, moved into Stark Tower with a bunch of renegade do-gooders he’s more than a little fond of, and made peace with the fact that what he really wants is one Tony Stark. Now it’s time to do something about it. 

(Or, the one where Steve sets his cap for Tony, doesn’t encounter much resistance, and has a lot of fun along the way.)

The Best Form of Flattery by inukagome15 (@inukagome15​): 

They say imitation’s the best form of flattery. Steve would disagree, but then it’s his fault for trying out Tony Stark’s signature goatee style in the first place.

Out for a Spin by Neverever (@captainneverever​): Tony goes to a car show with Steve but he’s never sure if they’re talking about cars or maybe something else.

Fooling Around by Neverever (@captainneverever​): Steve catches Tony using a Captain America sex toy. Tony thinks that Steve is going to be upset. But that’s not what happens. At all.

Steve Rogers, Casanova extraordinaire by ann2who (@stark-spangled-lovers​):

Telling someone you love them is, in Steve’s book, one of the hardest things in the entire world. Until it suddenly isn’t.

Or: One Halloween party, many magical costumes, and a very confused Tony Stark who has trouble dealing with Steve’s sudden flirting skills.

Nowadays by cherryvanilla: In which Steve is proper and Tony is oblivious.

Trial and Error by valtyr: "Steve/Tony, unrequited love/pining. Except this time, it’s Steve with the crush and Tony who’s oblivious. Bonus points if Tony isn’t crushing on Steve at first because he honestly never even thought of it, but when he finds out he realizes that he approves. Enthusiastically.“ I focused rather heavily on the bonus points.

A Window in the Sky by manic_intent: Steve hits on a total stranger in Port-Lyautey, much to Bucky’s astonishment.

drunk on you (and also other things) by theappleppielifestyle

Steve accidentally gets dosed with love potion. He then stands shirtless outside of the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room and yells for Tony to come and talk to him, and that’s not even the worst part. (Hogwarts AU)

awkward teenage idiots inc. by theappleppielifestyle: They’ve seen worse attempts at wooing.

we should just kiss like real people do by theappleppielifestyle: Hoodie-guy stops in front of Steve just as he snaps, “FINE, I want to bang Tony Stark like a screen door in a hurricane, could we drop it now?” 

There’s a tap on his shoulder, and Steve turns to see Hoodie-guy smiling. Steve opens his mouth to say do you need something when he realizes why the man’s face is so familiar.

“Hi,” says Tony Stark. Steve blurts the first thing he thinks. “Fuck.”

Reel Me In by imafriendlydalek, orbingarrow: Don’t know anything about fishing or lobsters? No worries. Tony doesn’t either.

What he does know is that the captain of the good ship Freedom is too hot for Maine, the captain’s best friends are the best kind of trouble, and that any town with a watering hole called The Bearded Clam is worth a second look. (Bucky has a hook, Rhodey’s got game, and Tony’s 2,300 miles from his happy ending.)

Bruised Ribs With A Side Of Flirting by pensversusswords: "We got in separate bar fights downtown and now we’re waiting in the ER comparing stories.” AKA two beat up dweebs make starry eyes at each other.

if it ain’t broke, you ain’t doing it right by SomethingSimple: “I’ve been breaking my phone on purpose just because you work at the help desk” AU. Everything is going well. Until Bucky catches Steve throwing his phone down the stairs.

Tech store AU by @wordsplat: Clint works at the help desk of StarkTech, the most popular tech store in New York, so he’s fairly used to working with dumb people. Toaster Guy, however, takes the cake.

call me, maybe by ohmyloki (@bootycap​): There’s a hot guy in a hot car and Steve loses control of his body.

Maybe He Didn’t Think It Through All The Way by GlitchTheRoboticShadow:

Tony made the mistake of making a bet against Steve to see who could hold out longer; Steve without shaving, or Tony without fucking. He clearly hadn’t thought it all the way through, because Steve was fucking hot with a beard.

Captain America, Undone by laireshi (@laireshi​): Steve thinks he can seduce Tony before Tony seduces him. He’s very, very wrong.

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Space Cowboys and Walkmans (StarkQuill)

“So look, if you push this button here, it locks your screen so you dont accidentally hit anything while you’re out doing… whatever it is you do.”

“While I’m out guarding the galaxy.”

Tony’s lips twitched into a smile. “Sure, Star Lord. While you are out guarding the galaxy.”

“Do I detect some jealousy?”

“Definitely.” Tony shook his head with a little smile. “Space terrifies me. Want to be a spaceman, stuck on earth being a cowboy.

“Cowboys are cool.” Peter shrugged. “Besides, no need to worry about space when I’ll keep you warm and safe.” Peter winked at him and Tony looked away, flushing a little.

“Anyway, this little button here will keep your song playing steadily no matter what you’re doing.”

“You know, my Walkman did that too? No fancy technology required.” Peter argued, then he looked sad. “Miss my Walkman.”

Tony stared at him for a full minute. “So you aren’t grateful for this insanely expensive Stark Phone that I personally loaded over a thousand songs that I thought you would enjoy onto it? Is that what I’m hearing right now?”

“No.” Peter tried not to laugh at the horribly offended look on Tony’s face. “No. I appreciate it. It’s amazing.”

“But you miss your piece of shit Walkman.”

“Nostalgia man!” Peter argued. “Aren’t you nostalgic about anything?”

“Suck it, Space man.” Tony huffed and gathered up everything he’d brought to show off and turned and stomped out of the room.

“Nice goin.” Rocket snarked, baring his pointy teeth in a little smile. “Richest, most powerful guy on earth and you insult him when he gives you a present. Smart, StarTwat. Smart.”

“It is not Peter’s fault he is so foolishly attached to items from his childhood that he pushes away all attempts from the Iron Man to give him new things.” Drax interjected. “Just because it is stupid does not mean he doesn’t have the right to be nostalgic.”

“Um, thanks.” Peter sent Drax a look, knowing the guy was just trying to be comforting in that awkward, over literal, blunt way of his.

“I think you should stop flirting with him, and just get our gear fixed so we can leave.” Gamora said shortly, barely looking up from her book.

“I am Groot?”

“Tell me about it.” Rocket narrowed his eyes at the green woman. “Don’t be a hypocrite, Gamora. We all saw you flirting with that scary redhead. Don’t be mad at Peter for chasing some tail.”

“I am Groot.”

“No. No that’s not what chasing tail– I don’t mean Peter literally has a tail to chase.”

“I am–”

“That’s enough.” Peter sighed and ran his hands through his hair miserably. “I hope Stark isn’t too upset. We were having a good time.”

“And you think he is attractive and want to see him naked.” Drax pointed out.

“Thanks buddy.”

“As long as he keeps fixing our gear, I don’t care what you and he do. Just don’t do it here.”

“Thanks for that Gamora. You know, there are two types of people in this world. People who–”

The woman got up and walked out of the room and Peter stared after her.

“That was rude. Wasn’t that rude?”

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah, I’m tired of hearing him bitch too. Let’s go twig.” The rest of the team filed out, leaving Peter alone on the couch, kicking himself for driving the brilliant hottie known as Tony Stark away.

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Marked One

HELLO! Just a quick thank you to everyone for the amazing response to my first ever reader insert imagine! I am glad you all enjoyed it and I am glad to have given back a little something to this amazing community. 

PROMPT - @spnstarships requested: “Reader gets really sick, does not tell anyone until Bones comes to check because he has not seen her, finds almost dead then saves her.” - Sorry for the delay in posting this, but it took a while to write and I really hope it was the kind of thing you were after :)

PAIRING - Reader X Bones

WARNINGS - Slight cursing, Angsty but also fluffy to in places!

ART: Art drawn and created by the ever talented and amazing @athenarosehunter. You are super talented and this was such a lovely surprise- thank you so much! Keep up your amazing work <3

Marked One

White lights streaked in a steady rhythm above your head, as your body laid parallel on a medical stretcher. Your eyes were heavy as the cold white light reflected off falling dust particles creating an angelic halo around you. The moment would have been so utterly perfect if one figure above you, hadn’t had to consistently slap the side of your face whenever your eyes threatened to give in to the darkness.

“Don’t fall asleep.”

The order had been spoken with a commanding tone, however the subtle worried edge which laced it did not go unnoticed. Frowning towards the shadowy figure, you reached your arm up high; clinging to the blue cloth which surrounded them.

“I don’t know if you’ve had to do this before- but it’s hard.”

The figure blew an amused raspberry, their face turning away as they begun to murmur to the other unfamiliar shadows which lurked around you. Once finished, the silhouette leaned closer; their features forming clearer as you recognised the face before you with relief.

“I take it that the anti hallucinogenic hypo helped then.”

“Leonard?” You interrupted, your hand falling from his shirt and back to your aching chest.

“Good. You recognise me, thats-” Leonard paused as he nodded to himself in determination, a sense of relief seemingly washing over him. “It’s a good sign. Better than earlier.”

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You'll Miss Me When I Go

Part 5. Final:
Finding out Lance didn’t have a family was harder to hear then Keith could ever of imagined.
At the time he hadn’t even considered it an option when he found out Hunk was responsibly for him.
The pieces however began to fall into place when Lance was put in the Altea Hospice and no one came for him.
“Where’s Lance’s family?” Keith asked Hunk as Lance was set up in a bed still heavily sedated from his surgery.
“Oh you didn’t know?” Hunk asked as he filled out forms “you heard about that gas attack in Cuba last year right?”
Keith nodded.
“Lance was there, his family died and his lungs were practically liquified. It’s a miracle he lasted as long as he did.” Hunk looked over at Lance with an unreadable emotion “when my parents fostered him we didn’t expect him to live to see the end of the month, he lasted a year and counting.”
Keith was silent staring at Lance as Hunk was pulled away by a nurse. He had no idea…
Then again he had never tried to get to know Lance, not that it mattered now.

Lance woke up around two am.
Hunk had refused to go home with the rest of the group and Keith just couldn’t bring himself to leave the kindest man he had ever met while his best friend lay dying.
So he stayed volunteering to stay and drive Hunk home if he changed his mind.
Hunk had fallen asleep slumped in the arm chair hours ago, so wasn’t awake for Lance.
However Keith was.
“H-ey.” Lance gasped weakly causing Keith to nearly jump out of his skin.
“Hey… how you feeling?”
Lance gave him a look that screamed ‘did you really just ask that’.
“Right… dumb question.” Keith sighed as he ran his hands through his hair.
“Why… you…h-here?” Lance asked gasping for breath between each word.
“It didn’t seem right to leave Hunk alone to wait with you.” Keith wanted to add that he was worried about him too, but couldn’t quite bring himself to form the words.
Lance nodded slumping back on his pillow as he took in his surroundings.
“I’m… in a… hospice… arnt I?”
Keith wished Hunk was awake so that he didn’t have to be the one to deliver the knees of Lance’s death sentence.
Lance nodded again a small smile forming on his lips “thought so… been a long…t-time coming.”
“I’m sorry Lance.”
“What for?” Lance struggled for a moment to prop himself up, holding a hand to his chest to try and elevate some of the obvious pain he was in. “I’ve… lived much… longer then I… or anyone… else e-ever hoped. Aren’t I lucky.” He grinned and for a moment Keith could pretend he was fine and playing some cruel joke on him.
Then he started coughing and didn’t stop.
Hunk was startled awake falling out of his chair and rushing to his bed side.
With practiced ease Hunk held Lance up against him and rubbed soothing circles on his back.
When the fit ended Lance was clearly exhausted using the last of his strength just to stay awake and fix Hunk with a tired smile “y-you ok…buddy?”
Hunk chuckled wetly tears brimming just behind his eyes. “Yeah bro I’m fine. But I think you should get some sleep.”
Lance didn’t say anything but he didn’t protest when Hunk gently lay him back down, falling into a restless sleep moments later.
Keith did his best not to stare at the specks of blood on Hunks shirt as he excused himself to the bathroom.

On the second day Lance really rallied. He laughed with the group that came to visit him. Joking with Pidge, flirting with Allura and sharing stories with Coran.
He even found the strength to argue with Keith now and again.
However once the others left so did Lance’s easy smile.
Keith had only left the room to see the others out.
When e came back he found Lance crying in Hunks arms with blood dripping from his mouth.

On the third day they found Matt and Shiro.
Keith got the call around six am, and he got his brother back by ten.
The ship had sunk but Shiro and his now boyfriend Matt had survived floating in a life boat.
Keith had cried when he was able to hug his brother and threaten to handcuff him to a chair if he ever disappeared again.
They had a welcome home party in Lance’s room.
Keith was surprised to find Shiro already knew Lance.
“I served in Cuba remember… I carried him out of a gassed house.”
“Why did you never tell me?” Keith asked.
“I thought he died, I thought the one person I saved had died…” Shiro mumbled.
Keith remembered how messed up his brother was when he returned from the army. He was broken from more then just the loss of his arm.
He lost friends.
Lance had demanded Shiro sit by his bed and tell him every little thing he had done over the last year.
The party ended when Lance’s nurse brought him his medication with more pills then Keith had ever seen.

That night Keith got a call from Hunk saying Lance’s lungs had failed and he couldn’t breath on his own anymore needing a machine to do it for him.
Keith didn’t know why he felt tears falling down his cheeks at the thought of Lance never speaking again.
Perhaps because it was because the last words anyone would ever hear from him were “thanks for coming to visit me Mullet.”
Keith and Shiro drove down breaking many laws to get there within the hour.

Keith thought nothing could of been worse then the moment he got the call saying his only brother was lost at sea and presumed dead.
Oh how wrong he was.
Seeing Lance lying so deathly still in a bed with tubes coming out of his throats being the only thing to keep his chest constantly raising and falling.
He looked so small.
Not the larger then life guy he had gotten to know.
Not the man he wished he had bothered to try and befriend just a little earlier.
No he looked like a boy.
A boy who was fighting with everything he had and it just wasn’t good enough.
The nurse said he was comfortable but not awake.
It was time…
They all knew it but no one could actually bring themselves to say it.
Allura went first.
She kissed Lance on the forehead brushing his hair from his face as her tears fell down.
Coran hugged her, leading her away as he smiled sadly down at Lance “you’ve done well my boy… so well. You deserve to rest now.”
Pidge hung back for a moment, Matt’s hands resting on her shoulders.
She took a step forwards and opened her mouth to speak but nothing but a strangled sob came out. Matt hugged her putting in a brave face despite the tears falling down his face.
Shiro couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He was too consumed by the swirling thoughts of how if he had gotten Lance out of that gas filled house a little sooner then maybe he wouldn’t have to say goodbye at all.
Hunk never left Lance’s side. His large hand holding the small bony one like he could keep him alive with sheer force of will.
He wasn’t crying on the outside.
But anyone who looked into his eyes could tell he was a broken man holding himself together for the sake of others.
Keith wasn’t sure what to do.
He didn’t have a history with Lance like the others.
He didn’t have any comforting memories or shared experiences to call upon to offer some kind of comfort.
So he did the only thing he could think to do.
Keith took a spare chair and placed it by Lance’s bedside.
“I’m sorry I didn’t give up my chair. If I had then maybe we could of been friends. I’m sorry I couldn’t of just given you a chance when I still had time to realise how amazing and strong you are. I’m… in so sorry Lance. I’m so sorry.”
Tears fell freely down Keith’s cheeks as a long high pitched noise filled the room.
Lance was gone.

The funeral was small. Only a few people there.
Hunk and his parents.
Pidge, Matt and their mom.
Allura and Coran.
Shiro and Keith.
Lotor never showed up.
Keith found him on the arm of some model a month after the funeral laughing and flirting like he had never known a man named Lance and pretended to love him.
It was a short service with a long wake.
Lance had made Hunk promise that they would have a big party with cake and balloons.
Hunk bless his heart tried his best.
The cake tasted like ash and the few balloons had all fallen to the ground before the party even began.
No one danced like Lance had wanted.
Or laughed.
Or sang.
Or even talked.
They sat in silence mourning their lost friend.
Keith stared all night at the smiling picture of Lance on the wall.
It seemed ironic that the party was happening in the room next to their meetings.
The chairs were all set up in a circle and Keith slowly sat where Hunk had in the first meeting.
The seat next to where Lance should of sat.
The hours stretched on in silence before finally Shiro poked his head round the door.
“It’s time to go.”
Keith nodded. “Be there in a minuet.”
Shiro closed the door quietly as Keith stood up and looked around at the empty chairs.
“My name is Keith Kogane… and I’m grieving for Lance. The man I wished I could of known. The man I didn’t realise I would miss until he was gone.”

anonymous asked:

We've seen a lot of poor Obi-Wan in horrible situations, so why not Obi-Wa kicking some bad guys in the behind? Like, Mace and Yoda to the rescue, but when they arrive, Dooku has been knock unconscious, the Separatist leaders are locked in a closet and Obi-Wan is slicing their computers and very surprised to see his fellow Masters?

“Oh…hello.” Obi-Wan blinked at them from the computer consoles, glancing between Anakin, Kit, Ahsoka and the clone troopers behind them. “Ah, are you here to pick me up?” He questioned hopefully as he continued typing away at the console.

“Um, we…we’re the rescue mission Obi-Wan.” Anakin slowly stepped into the room while shutting his lightsaber down and glanced about, taking note of the droids scattered around the room, clearly lightsaber torn apart and the lack of flesh and living captors.

“Oh? That’s nice. I was about to slice into a ship and leave on my own once I had the hacked information with me. But having a ship ready to go is just as nice.” Obi-Wan offered almost cheerfully as Ahsoka made her way over to the copper haired Master. “Hello Ahsoka.” He gave her a short smile.

“Hey Master Obi-Wan. You okay?” She peered up at him then glanced around. “Where are the CIS leaders?”

“Oh, I tied them up and locked them in the fresher.” Obi-Wan mumbled, gesturing towards the room in question with a negligent wave before humming. “I guess we could take them with us now that you’re all here. I just wasn’t sure about my ability to keep them subdued on a stolen ship so I just tied them up and shoved them in there.”

Ahsoka blinked before moving towards the fresher with a few troopers.

“…Okay, time out, I know that you were subdued, you were unconscious and-” Anakin kicked a collar on the ground. “Had this on you, which I can tell is a Force suppressor. Mind telling me what in all Force name has been going on?”

“Yes, I would also quite enjoy an explanation…as would the rest of the Council.” Kit raised his brows at the redhead.

“A explanation?” Obi-Wan questioned absently, giving a little snigger when the CIS commanders fell out of the fresher when the door opened. “Simple, I got them distracted, had the collar removed and slammed them a bit around. Easy piecy.” He hummed and then pulled the information chip out of the computer, wiggling it at them as he turned around. “And now we have a few troop movements and some personally logged Dooku conversations to take with us back.”

Anakin grunted then stepped over to him, placing his hands on the shorter mans shoulders. “Obi-Wan, for Force sake, I came here thinking we’d find you in a puddle of blood or something worse. What happened?” He questioned seriously.

Obi-Wan tilted his head then chuckled. “I am a Jedi Master Anakin.” He teased lightly before stepping away from the hands. “And sometimes I can use my wiley charms to…intrigue and get out of certain situations.”

“You mean to say you flirted your way out of that collar.” Anakin snorted.

“Noooo…well perhaps.” Obi-Wan grinned him and nodded to captain Rex.

“Commander is going to be happy to know you’re alright sir.” The captain offered, smirking a bit.

“I imagine he’s quite unhappy with me.” Obi-Wan sighed. “Oh well, at least its just Cody…who… will follow me around. Hmmm…” Obi-Wan ran his fingers over his beard.

“Obi-Waaaan.” Anakin offered in an annoyed tone.

“Oh yes fine, I flirted my way out of the collar.” Obi-Wan shrugged. “Then I moved onto aggressive negotation as Senator Amidala would say. And got rid of the cuffs, a few droids, made my dear captors pass out and went to slice into their computers.” Obi-Wan smirked at him.

“…Remind me not to come for your rescue anymore Obi-Wan.” The blond rolled his eyes before grinning back at him.

“Awww you love me Anakin.” Obi-Wan teased as he followed them out of the rooms. “Now, lets get to the ships and find some tea, I’m dying for a nice red.”

FIC: Go Easy

Rating: T
Pairing: Vetra Nyx & Sidera Nyx; f!Ryder/Vetra Nyx, pre-relationship
Word Count: 1,794
Summary: Sometimes, Vetra wished she could see herself the way Sid saw her. Maybe then she would have the nerve to do something about Ryder, instead of just hopefully, hopelessly waiting.
Notes: Post-‘Means and Ends’ (Vetra’s loyalty mission). No major main plot spoilers.
Also on: AO3

Took a few days for Sid to cool down. Took a few days for Vetra, too. Every contact who didn’t pick up, or gave her a hard time—it needled her a little, all over again. She’d spent time, dammit, not to mention resources, getting favors from those people. It wasn’t like she had to start from scratch, but the dent was there.

She saw Ryder’s side of it, though, as the days passed. That Sid was just trying to do something good. Those hazel eyes of hers soft when she said it. Ryder wasn’t usually soft, human or not, but Vetra got the feeling she was a marshmallow with her brother. It Scott pulled the genome for cats out of storage, Ryder would probably just laugh.

But that was Ryder for you: did her job, but didn’t dare take anything too seriously. Looked like a coping mechanism to Vetra. Ryder had been through a lot, the past couple months.

Before she could indulge that worry any further—she did too much indulging, anyway—Sid called. Finally.

“Hey, kiddo,” Vetra said.

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my best attempt at a masterlist of every chengsey moment in trk

  • ch. 6: henry calling gansey “richard-man” adj;fdkd
  • the slightly disturbing fact that henry told gansey his tailgate was open because he didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that there was a little girl curled up in the cargo space of the camaro….. like buddy what if gans was kidnapping her. now youre an accomplice.
  • ch. 12: “henry cheng stood before him, all hair and smile, his eyes intense.” 
  • basically the mere fact that henry notices that gansey is having a panic attack/ptsd flashback and goes to help him in the middle of a crowd
  • “once, you got me coffee,” henry said. “when i was losing my mind. consider the favor returned.” 
  • one of the things that helps gansey come out of his attack is making eye contact with henry
  • henry saying “there he is” when gansey calms down
  • ch 17: “both henry and gansey were kings in their respective territories”
  • gansey thinking about litchfield house: “to dine in fairyland was to be forced to stay there forever or to pine for it once you left” literally what the fuck gansey
  • “yo, yo, dick gansey” im so embarrassed for henry
  • “[litchfield house] did not look remotely like a place that might host a party. it looked like a place old ladies might go to die and remain undiscovered until the neighbors noticed a strange smell. it was utterly at odds with what gansey knew of henry.” ok i lied, that’s barely chengsey but i love it anyway.
  • gansey reflecting that he understands henry (more than blue does)
  • gansey reminding blue that henry’s car is electric bc he wants her to like his boyfriend
  • henry is fine with blue being at the toga party even though no other casual acquaintances are invited, just bc gansey vouches for her
  • ch. 29: ok honestly………. the whole chapter
  • BUT for the sake of thoroughness… henry calling gansey “junior”
  • henry: “i tucked in the children [after you left] and read them stories but they kept asking after you” and gansey LAUGHS
  • gansey is cagey about explaining why they left and henry lets it pass
  • “dick three”
  • flirting via knowledge of what happened in 1751
  • and yes this is bc henry knows he’s looking for a “test of mettle”
  • “that feeling of being known. not in a superficial way, but in something deeper and truer.” 
  • gansey: “what is my prize if i pass?” 👀
  • “the prize is your honor, mr. gansey.” doubly known. triply known.
  • gansey doesn’t know how to feel about being “so accurately pegged” 👀
  • “am i being kidnapped now?” oh, gansey. you shameless flirt (with bad timing)
  • “this is ganseylike too, yes?” which part? “secrets.”
  • gansey is “prepared to deploy” any combination of his fake, polite responses to heavy moments, but he understands that henry doesn’t need or want this from him, so he can just respond as his real, genuine self 
  • both deeply traumatized at the age of 10?? is that kind of symmetry romantic?? (no but im including it)
  • “do you trust me?” [gansey’s dramatic ass thinks about how he intuitively knows who to trust] “yes.”
  • THEY HOLD HANDS!!!!!!! for a second when henry scares him with robobee but still!!!!
  • ch. 30: “richardman” again
  • henry telling gansey to breathe while literally cupping gansey’s hands between his
  • “be afraid and happy” the quote that defined a generation
  • henry saying “there he is” when gansey starts breathing again 💖
  • more touching, then “easy, mr. gansey”
  • “robobee, find great hair”
  • henry matching gansey’s dramatic ass like “i think we have to decide if we trust each other or not… i think this is the moment in our young friendship”
  • “are you saying your secrets are to my secrets as an automobile is to a carbonated beverage?” henry !!!!!!
  • “magical artifacts, bro”
  • henry: “are you collapsing? are you fine? i thought we were conversing”
  • gansey reflecting that henry is the closest thing to a soul-twin he’s ever found
  • “Get. Your. Number.” HENRY ASDJFKD;F
  • gansey noticing “henry’s wickedly cut eyebrows”
  • this part made me lose my shit….. gansey thinks that, even after all of the actual magic he’s seen, henry cheng is just as magical as everything else he’s found on this journey god help me
  • “because i’m overfull on secrets and underfed on friends” henry :’(
  • again, gansey bein gay…… thinking “henry’s eyes were lively and ferocious”
  • ch. 37: “[henry] had no real way to explain how he felt about trying to befriend richard gansey…” his love for richard is too big for words guyz
  • when henry’s being kidnapped by mr. gray (also fuck you sir, how dare  you hurt my son’s shoulder), he begs robobee to “tell someone who can make this stop,” and robobee alerts gansey, who calls mr. gray immediately !!!!
  • ch. 38: when he meets henry and mr. gray, gansey’s like, “this wasn’t the next step i wanted to take in our friendship”… ok gans tell us about the ‘next step’ you had been imagining then
  • when gansey confirms that they’re officially friends now: “now something else lit henry’s smile. it was genuine and pleased but also something more, and there were not quite words for it.” im gonna take a wild guess and say one word you might use would be ‘lust.’
  • ch. 49: gansey thinking of henry’s “be afraid and happy” advice when he needs strength to go after glendower…. im crying youre crying we’re all crying
  • ch. 51: robobee is basically a lovebee that tells henry when gansey needs him
  • henry using second person “thee” to refer to gansey 👀
  • henry lets gansey drive his car!!!
  • “i’ll watch for cops. go, go, go.” they’re like thelma and louise
  • henry lets gans drive his car along the steep side of a mountain with no guard rail! he must have been so scared but he let him do it!!!
  • gansey: “however do you drive?” henry: “i don’t. you do.” 
  • henry reacting to gansey’s driving… “yay. also, woo.”
  • ch. 53: henry making a b&e joke but definitely also a sex joke that gansey will probably be up thinking about at 3 am for every night the rest of his life: “let us enter, dick, as i’ve already broken”
  • JEONG!!!!!! “we are friends at once, we would instantly do what friends would do for each other. not just pals. friends. blood brothers. you just feel it. we instead of you and me. that’s jeong.”
  • henry suggests splitting up and doesn’t question gans turning off his flashlight, because he’s PERFECT for gansey (me? dramatic? its more likely than you think)
  • ch. 54: gansey doesn’t ask henry to come with him once they find the tunnel bc he remembers that henry’s biggest fear is a hole in the ground (am i crying?? yes.)
  • henry literally giving gansey the shirt off his back!!!! (the shirt he’ll die in ok…. is it weird that i find it romantic that gansey will die wearing henry’s sweater)
  • henry literally trying to reenact the princess bride with gansey like what the fuck?? “we have such few old treasures left; it would be so careless to let them get destroyed.”
  • gansey: “please. please help me.” henry: “i thought you’d never ask.” wtf why do they do this to me
  • ch. 58: henry tells gansey to pull over after they’re leaving glendower, and says, “stop driving. i know you need to. you’ve needed to since we left. get. out.” so gansey can get out of the car and cry 💖
  • ch. 59: henry casually calling gansey “president” as they’re binding adam’s hands???
  • ch. 64: while gansey’s official last words before dying are “it’ll be okay. i’m ready. blue, kiss me,” his SECOND-TO-LAST words are “thanks for everything, henry. you’re a prince among men.” like hwat hte hell dude….. are you even aware that youre in love.. 
  • ch. 66: henry is the one who demands they find a way to bring gansey back!!!
Felicity Smoak? Hi, I'm Oliver Queen...

Five years ago, Stephen Amell and Emily Bett Rickards filmed a silly little scene together, that in any other actor’s hands would have been a throwaway and insignificant scene.

The writers simply needed an IT expert to further their plot for the episode, but by casting Emily they got someone with so much presence and charisma, that their star man couldn’t help but fall under her spell.

Just like the rest of us.

Felicity Smoak’s brilliance burst from the screen providing light to Oliver Queen’s shade. She didn’t buy his bs and he cracked a smile. Emily and Stephen clicked in those first scenes.

Something magical happened that day.

‘You’re remarkable,’ and ‘thank you for remarking on it.’ ‘I still feel like I can trust you.’ ‘It feels really good having you inside me,’ and ‘platonic circumstances.’ ‘If you’re not leaving, I’m not leaving.’

We all became slaves to their on screen chemistry. We all grinned like idiots whenever Felicity would say something inappropriate. We would sigh at every shoulder touch. We’d melt whenever they unleashed the heart eyes.

In the early days we were so starved for any kind of sign that these two dummies would finally realise what we had seen from the start. I miss those days, as torturous as they were.

In season two we got more of the above but then we watched Oliver falling in love with Felicity without him or us, or anyone even really realising it at the time.

‘There was no choice to make’, and ‘you will always be my girl’.

‘I rely on you’, and ‘you’re my partner’.

‘You’re not alone’, and ‘I believe in you’.

‘He took the wrong woman’, and ‘I love you’.

We thought they were teasing us. We thought that there was no way that the writers would follow through with what they painted as a ruse in the finale.

Then season 3 arrived and we got flirty Olicity. Oliver Queen asked Felicity Smoak on a date. He was nervous and adorable. They went for Italian. Felicity looked gorgeous. She babbled. Oliver opened up.

‘There was just something about you’.

‘It was red’.

The restaurant blew up and Oliver killed us all when he broke Felicity’s heart. Not before giving us the perfect and most beautiful first kiss of all time.

‘Don’t ask me to say I don’t love you’.

Much of season 3 was pretty much an angst fest, with the occasional glimmer of light between our babies.

Oliver’s delight at meeting her mother.

The whole married af routine when they went to Central city.

‘With the landmines’.

The forehead kiss and the ‘I love you,’ before going off to face Ra’s.

The last thing he thought about before the fall. Thinking he was dead. Dreaming of the woman he loves. The heartbreaking ‘I don’t want to be a woman that you love.’

The 'you’re cute,’ and the smile when we discovered that the first scene that started it all, wasn’t the beginning of our ship after all.

Oliver thought he would die alone because Felicity was 'momentarily unavailable’ (I love you, John Diggle).

Oliver thanked her and told her she was right. Felicity called him handsome, flirted a little and then killed us all by telling him that as long as he was in her life, she was happy.

Felicity has always known who he is. Whether he’s wearing a suit or under a hood, he’s the man that she lo…he’s the man that she believes in.

Then came episode 3x20. The fallen was a pretty apt title because shipper down. Shipper down!!!

She gave him a blanket because he looked chilly. She stood up to Ra’s Al Ghul.

She thanked Oliver for changing her life for the better. He opened up her heart in a way she didn’t even know was possible.

'I love you.’

He removed her glasses; the final barrier between them. They kissed. They undressed. They made love.

(I don’t know what happened after that because I died.)

(The Lazarus pit resurrected me)

'So that happened,’ and 'I’m glad it did.’

Drugging the man she loved because she couldn’t leave him there. He loved her all the more for it.

Heartbreak and tears as they said goodbye without saying goodbye this time.

Then after Al Sahim, forced betrothals and fake deaths, we got 'don’t fight to die, fight to live.’

Felicity could figure out how to fly in the Atom suit, but couldn’t figure out how to remove it so that she could kiss Oliver after saving him. 🙅

'I want to be with you’. Finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!

'I’m happy.’

Season four started off so well with domestic bliss.

'You have failed this omelette’.

'Kinda sweaty,’ and 'I know, its amazing’.

Olicity in bed together. No more subtle shoulder touches. Felicity’s hands roaming that boys back. Engagement rings and soufflés. Dammit Thea and Laurel. Your timing sucks.

Adorable head kisses. Adorable arguments.

'I love every moment that I am with you. No matter where we are.’

Silent conversations and that thing she does when she hugs his arm and rests her chin on his shoulder.

'Nothing worthwhile ever come easy.’

Back rubbing and 'I have you’.

Salmon laddering and 'wearing what?’

Heart to hearts on the couch with all the hand holding.

The first thing he goes to, the hugging and kiss.

Chatty Cathy and tears over burnt chicken.

'We found ourselves in each other,’ and synchronicity.

'Felicity, honey…’ and 'my love’.

'I am happy. I finally have everything I’ve ever wanted. Being with Felicity has given me a real sense of peace.’

'Didn’t you tell me guys like us never get the girl?’ and 'I was wrong.’

'But I chose this life, and I chose you And I don’t understand why we can’t have both.’

'Just so you know, if you’d asked me, I would’ve said yes’ and heart eyes

Desperate I love you’s.

'I thought I lost you,’ and 'I’m here. I’m here.’

'There is one person in particular that I am grateful for. Someone who has stood beside me when times were darkest. She is the one who lights my way…’

'Felicity Smoak…would you make me…the happiest man on the face of the earth?’ and 'Yes.’

Happy tears and kisses and cuddles. They got engaged!!!!!

'All I care about is you.’ More kisses and they lived happily ever after.

Felicity got shot. She was told she’d never walk again.

'For better or worse,’ and 'I’d go anywhere with you.’

'I love you,’ and 'I love you too.’

'Thank you for always being on my side,’ and 'No place I’d rather be’.

'You don’t have to be funny for me. You know that, right?’

’…it’s part of what makes you the man I love.’

'Will you marry me?’ How many proposals is that now?

The break up came. Lies and hidden truths. Fake weddings and I don’t want to let you go’s. But they did. Through death and magic and nuclear threats, the team went their separate ways. 'You thought I was leaving too’ and 'not a chance’ With season 5 came separation, new love interests but 'i will always care about you’ and 'it’s a mortal lock’ gave us the slightest glimmer of hope for our beleaguered pair. Even an alien dream world couldn’t stop Oliver from remembering his true love 'Felicity’. (Did I really just write 'alien dream world’?) 'I do believe in magic’ and 'you know me better than almost anyone’. Helix and Prometheus and skeevy reporters led to some very dark times but then came 5x20. Teamwork is key. Trust returned. Salmon ladder flashbacks led to a different kind of workout on the mats ;) 'I trust you. I will always trust you. I don’t trust myself’ Oliver finally let her see the ugliest part of himself. The part that believes he kills because he likes it. Felicity shut that down and reminded him that she wouldn’t have fallen in love with him and wanted to marry him if she didn’t know exactly the kind of man he was. He listened to her because she knows him better than almost anyone. Remember? Then opening up and 'stop living for your father and start living for yourself’ 'Felicity has a way with words’ saw the Green Arrow suit return. Birthday celebrations and heart eyes and 'We can take it one step at a time’ 'Dating my ex fiance…’ Then Prometheus’ plan went into motion seeing a return to Lian Yu. A kiss and 'Just in case’ and too many regrets. Explosions. Cliffhanger. Who survives? Five years of magic, exhilaration, angst, chemistry and love. It started with two actors and a script, and they changed everything. Thank you.


Is CAMREN real? I am not part of their inner circle to give a definitive yes or no on that question. What I can say is, even though their words of denial are telling me no, their actions are telling me a completely different story. In my world, actions speak way louder than words. It is quite clear, through their actions over the past couple weeks alone, something is happening with them.

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Casino night - Tyler Seguin (Part 4)

A/N: Hello! Wow, it’s taken me a long time to write this. So, I know that I had already written part 4 of this, but it got deleted and I didn’t have it saved so I ha to rewrite it, so probably the storyline has changed a little bit. I hope you enjoy it and thank you so much to everyone who requested it!

Word count: 1129

Warnings: cussing.

Part 1   Part 2    Part 3

Master list

Originally posted by ohmy-dallas-stars

The restaurant was crowded, but when wasn’t it? (y/f/n) and I decided to go Texan today and go to one of the most famous grills in Dallas, which casually is just a few blocks away from the American Airlines Center where the Dallas Stars play, so of course is going to be crowded.

“Why are all these people here? They don’t have jobs? Families? Something to do?” My friend complains when we finally get to sit on one of the booths next to the windows.

“Maybe they are going to a hockey game.” I answer her, taking a look on the menu. “You know, the guys with knife shoes and broomsticks trying to play with a disc.”

(y/f/n) huffs, opening the menu and holding it high enough so I can’t see her face. I shake my head and go through the list of meals, trying to decide what to have; everything looks amazing, but I finally choose the bacon cheeseburger with sweet potato fries and a diet coke. Our waiter comes and we order our food.

“He is hot.” My friend says, taking a sip of her drink. “And he was so hitting on you.”

“Didn’t realize it.” I mumble, looking through the Dallas Stars hashtag on Instagram.

Hundreds of people are posting pictures with their jerseys or in their seats. There is a common denominator; in almost every picture that there is a girl in she is wearing a Tyler Seguin jersey.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” My friend fakes an awful southern accent and I chuckle, turning my phone so she can see what I am doing.

“I’m just trying to blend in with the crowd.” I say, leaning back on the booth.

“We really need to get you a jersey.” She laughs, going through the timeline like I’ve done before. (y/f/n) is wearing a jersey herself; number fourteen with a C on her chest, Jamie Benn’s jersey. “So we can match and be twinsies.”

“I’ll get a Dallas Stars’ jersey when you get a jersey of my team.” I tell her, taking a sip of my diet coke.

She is about to complain when we our supposedly hot waiter comes with our food. He is cute, that’s undeniable, but he is the prototype of a Texan guy; tall, strongly built with short brown hair and a beaming smile.

“There you go, ladies. Anything else that I can get for you?” He asks, looking at us.

“No, thanks.” I respond politely and he nods, walking away from our table.

(y/f/n) waits until he is out of sight and then leans on the table, looking at me.

“He is so hot. Oh my god. You should ask him his number.” She says and I roll my eyes, laughing.

“And I thought that you only had eyes for a certain Canadian.”


(y/n/f) and I walk to the arena in hopes of helping our stomach digests all the food we’ve eaten and leave some room for a couple beers for the game. My friend was right, the seats were absolutely fantastic; not ice level seats but almost. The players are not on the ice yet and I offer to go buy the first round of beers. All the food stands are incredibly crowded and by the time I get back to our seats the players are already on the ice. (y/f/n) has her phone out and is recording videos and posting them on instagram and snapchat and facebook… do every app have stories now?

“Thank you, babe.” She says when I hand her the plastic cup filled with beer.

“Yeah, no problem.” I smile, sitting next to her and looking at the men on the ice. “What have I lost?”

“Jamie looks hot as hell with the beard.” She tells me, tugging on my leather jacket and pointing to a man in green.

And then I see him, the man I flirted with yesterday. Victory green looks good on him and he has a big smile on his face while he skates around the ice. He makes him look so easy, just sliding and spinning around. I can’t help it but to stare at him, following him with my eyes as he bumps into his teammates, and then our sights meet. We stare each other for what it seems like ages until he cracks up a smirk and continues skating around.

“God, sparks were flying.” (y/f/n) whistles and I roll my eyes, taking a couple pictures for my own instagram stories.

“Maybe you are drunk already.” I says and she laughs, taking a long ship of it.

“Touché.” She bumps her cup with mine and I chuckle.


“Jamie, she is here!” Tyler says, skating towards his captain, who is waiting for his turn to shot the puck.

“Who is she?” He wonders, not taking his eyes off the puck for a second.

“Casino night girl.” Number ninety-one exclaims, hitting Jamie’ skate with his stick so he looks at him. He hasn’t stopped thinking about this girl since he met her and Jamie doesn’t seem to care at all.

“Well, if she is here tell her to give you back your brain because you need it to play.” The captain chirps at him, skating away towards the net.


I’ve caught Tyler looking at countless times during the first period, probably because I haven’t taken my eyes off of him. It is stupid really, I don’t even know him but I feel extremely attracted to Tyler; his bad boy attitude is fun, but the way he frowns when he misses a shot or the way he sticks his tongue before a face off are extremely charming.

“(y/n), if we lose because Tyler and you keep looking at each other with googly eyes I’ll kill you.” My friend menaces me. “We need him to score.”

The first period ends and (y/f/n) gets on her feet fast, racing up the stairs of the arena to get to the stands before anyone else. I sit there by myself, looking at how the players leave the ice when I see him skating towards the area I am sitting and stopping right in front of me. He shows me a puck and then throws it above the glass; the puck flies right to me and I catch it with both hands. I am about to hand it to a kid that it’s sitting on the row behind mine when I see it, there is a phone written on tape around the puck. I look at Tyler, who is looking at me and to the bench, where they are yelling him to get to the locker room. I rip the tape from the rubber disk, keeping the white sticky material and handing the puck to the child.


Pairings: David 8 x Reader
Words: 829
Warnings: Fluff
Request: @lemonsmut-nut: For your list of prompt requests, could you do #13 with David8 in which he is flirting with the reader and she asks him why. 
Summary: David becomes more familiar with an idea of flirting. 
A/N: Hey, look, I’m back! It’s one of the last requests from the prompt list. The second one is ready but I want to post the remaining stories before adding new ones.  

You were making your way to the captain’s bridge with the documents that’d been assigned due yesterday in your hands when suddenly you stopped.

You were a huge enthusiast of space since the day you were born and you spent your childhood looking up in the sky and dreaming about all the different possibilities that it held within its reach. Now there you were, standing in front of a panoramic window, marvelling over the view. You truly believed you’d become a part of your fantasy.

You stepped closer and touched the glass with your fingertip, trying to grasp the idea of something that is infinite. A shiver of excitement went down your spine as you realised that it was a mixture of uncertainty and beauty, sparkled with stars, planets and perhaps a distinct life waiting to be discovered.

You beamed to yourself, remembering that you had a place among the people who will find a new path. Write history, answer so many questions that humanity considered mysteries for centuries. Maybe you were a little bit too bold in your ideas but cautiousness wasn’t something that brought you on the ship.

“Admiring the view?” you heard a soft voice right behind your back.

You turned your head to face David and offered him a welcoming nod.

“If this isn’t something worth admiring, I don’t know what is.”

He stood right by your side so that your shoulders were gently brushing against each other. The silence between both of you was always comfortable. You didn’t see the point in destroying something as peaceful just for the sake of saying anything at all and David, well, he was a quiet type. You knew there was a lot of going things going on inside of him.

“I can think of a thing or two,” he said with a slight smile when your eyes met.

Something about him was different on that day. He looked like he was plotting something and he couldn’t wait to see how it plays out.

“Really?” you raised your eyebrow, “Could you elaborate?”

“I am looking at one right now,” he said.

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Wait, He’s Flirting? | Soonhoon

College!Soonhoon | Word Count: 2.2k | Fluffy af

Anon asked: “Hi!! Could you do soonhoon as college students? Thanks a bunch xx”

Writing this was way too fun, I hope it’s okay! Fluffy college soonhoon is a good concept 10/10


Originally posted by shudderme

Jihoon was okay with being more on the introverted side. He had a friend circle, he had schoolwork and music to keep him occupied, and his roommate Mingyu was extroverted enough for the both of them. Jihoon wasn’t lonely, he insisted.


Jihoon jolts, snapping the lead of his mechanical pencil as he dates a new page in his notebook. He hates this required Fundamentals of Biology class, he hates the professor for always assigning projects that take way too long, and he hates that it’s his earliest class. It should be an unwritten rule that no university courses can start before 8 AM.

“I’m Soonyoung, you’re Jihoon right? I think we’re supposed to be partners for the next project.” The boy who had startled him was speaking far too quickly for Jihoon to process anything at this hour of the morning.

“Um, cool. I’m Jihoon. But you knew that.”

Soonyoung unleashes a blinding smile, and Jihoon feels like he’s been annihilated by a ray of sunlight.

“Yeah. Is your dorm okay for collaborating? I’m in a suite with 5 other guys and it’s kind of a disaster all the time…” he begins rambling about toothpaste and nunchucks. Jihoon can’t take this much energy so early in the morning.

“Yeah it’s cool. We can figure it out later, yeah?” Jihoon knows he’s being a little rude interrupting, but he didn’t have time to get coffee this morning. Besides, this Soonyoung guy doesn’t seem like he’s ever been unhappy in his life, so Jihoon probably didn’t hurt his feelings.

“Cool! I’ll get in touch with you later then. Bye, Ji!” Soonyoung beams at him again and leaves a dumbstruck Jihoon at his desk. No one has called him Ji since elementary school. It’s been a weird morning.

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anonymous asked:

Marcoacesabo and crossdressing

how did you know i had a half finished draft of this already lying around

are you a spy

The mission goes well south and he’s being hunted by the corrupt nobleman guy with the private army, so he needs to either hide or find protection because there’s guards on every dock and they’re checking for blonde guys in blue jackets or some shit, idk.

So he gets to the emergency hideout in town, only Koala stocked it so the easiest disguise with what’s there is to be a girl for a while, because her stuff fits him, mostly. If she’s not gonna want it back, at least. Easy enough, even if the foundation in the makeup kit is a few shades off. He has to pack it on anyway to hide the really quite identifying scar, and without it but plus the other stuff, he notices, he looks very young, which is perfect. Ends up in a red jacket cause it makes him smile, and he goes out to find an easy mark to help him past the security.

There’s more than a few pirates around; someone’s gonna fall for a line like, “I’ve never seen a real pirate ship before~!”

So Sabo starts hitting the bars and hears that the Whitebeards are in town, isn’t that handy? Sure he hasn’t seen Ace in years but he stalks the shit out of the news channels, he knows what Ace has been up to, and of course his bro will help him! So he chases some rumors and shows up at the bar the commanders are hanging out in, sidling up to Ace with a sly, trouble-making grin and sassing, “hey there, stranger, mind giving me a hand?”

And Ace looks at this girl and the eyes and the grin and that face, it’s so familiar, but Sabo is long dead. So despite how everyone is laughing at him, despite how he can’t flirt and despite the fact that this is the actual first time he’s even considered it, he could not ever say no to that face. So Sabo gets them drinks and chats the commanders around, all bright-bubbly-flirty like the barfly he’s playing.

Sabo doesn’t realize Ace doesn’t know it’s him, so he sits on Ace’s lap and flirts with both Ace and Marco (established relationship I guess?) because why wouldn’t he, when given a consequence-free chance? And he makes friends with (and eyes at) everyone.

And when they get up to go, he drags Ace’s arm over his shoulders and threads his fingers through Marco’s free hand and follows them back to the ship and everyone is low-key laughing at Ace and Ace is high-key angsting because this girl reminds him so much of his dead brother and he wants that back, but also he’s all guilty because it’s not her fault and he shouldn’t be leading her on.

And Sabo boards the Moby Dick with them and they set sail, and Sabo is like, oh, thank goodness, I think my makeup was starting to run, and he follows them both to Marco’s room and uses their sink while they sit on the bed and hiss at each other over asking and talking about things, Ace! and then Sabo comes back as himself and flops between them, all thanks for saving me, bro, I had to get out of there anyway,” and Ace is just like, “…what” and Marco is also like, “I was not expecting this, yoi,” and Ace is like, “…Sabo?”



“Yeah, what?”

“Is it really you though?” 

“You say that like you didn’t know–oh, Ace, c’mon, really?”

“Ace, do you know…him?”


“Yeah, hi, Marco. I’m Sabo. Nice to meetcha. Sorry about the deception thing; I had to get away. Still wanna make out?”


Friendly Advice

Prompt: Lance think’s he’s the best wingman ever. He’s always giving the reader advice about the best ways to win over their crush. this has been going on for a while, but he never thought to ask who this mysterious crush is. reader finally decides to start putting their advice into action, and suddenly Lance realizes he’s the one his friend has been trying to woo the entire time. turns out they’ve already had his heart. and all the asking for advice just showed how much they care.

— I’m not very satisfied with this, but I tried. heh, I also changed it a little bit? Like he didn’t figure out right away —-

Liking Lance Mcclaine was hard. He had a habit of always flirting with people. Furthermore, it seemed that everyone he talked to seemed so pretty. He seemed to have pretty high standards. You one the other hand… you were never the best at flirting - you’d get embarrassed, would get tongue twisted, or would just not try in the first place. You wanted to change that though, because no matter how embarrassed he made you - you genuinely liked the guy.

Since he was always flirting, you figured who better to ask for relationship advice from, right?

You hoped so.

You first cornered him in the lounge area, where he was scrolling through a device that Pidge had created.

“Hey, Lance can I talk to you real quick?” You asked, as you took a seat across from him.

“Sure,” he replied, smiling, “So, what’s the deal? Need a baddie for me to nab with my awesome shooting skills?” He asked, grinning.

You rolled your eyes, “No, but this is much more important.”

He straightened himself out, and leaned in, his elbows now perched on his knees. “Ask away.”

“I…I need help with a boy-” Lance’s face broke out into the biggest shit-eating grin you had seen from him in your life.

“And you come to me because i’m great at flirting right? Allll the ladies like me, so of course you come for advice,” he starts rambling, getting so into himself, you almost forget what you even like about this boy.

“Actually, I came to you because I trust you.” ‘And because you know what you like, so you’ll give me advice about it.

“Really?” He smiles softly before continuing, “So what about boys do you need help with?”

“Well, how do I show them I like them?”

And thus began the cycle - Lance took it upon himself to always inform you what to get - what flowers looked pretty, what phrases to say - everything.

“Write that down,” he’d often say after he’d make a passing remark about what to get for your mystery crush. Dutifully, you did, and by know, you had filled up half of your notebook with suggestions and phrases from Lance. You wondered if maybe he knew that the crush was him, considering the fact that he never even asked who they were.

It had been months! How had he not thought it was him? You lay back on your bed as you contemplated how to start making advances onto him. You reached underneath your pillow for the plain red notebook that you wrote his advice in. 

“Why red?” You had asked him when he first handed it to you.

“Because red is the symbol of love! God, you have so much to learn,” He had replied, shaking his head as if you were some pitiful creature.

You flipped through the pages, your eyes scanning each line for something simple to start with. Your eyes landed on something, written in bold:

36. Compliment him.

That seemed easy enough, you decided, and flipped the notebook closed. You slid it under your pillow, took a deep breath, and started walking back to the dining room, where you had last seen your friend.

Sure enough, he sat at the table, stuffing his face with food. It was normal that he was hungry, as they had just finished a mission a few hours before, that had left everyone tired. They had all slept before eating.

“Hey, uhm Lance?” You asked as you neared him, taking the seat by him.

“Mmmhm?” He asked through a mouthful of food.

“I just wanted to say great job yesterday,” He choked a little.


“No but I mean seriously, you keep getting better and better with the gun. If you hadn’t blasted the guard, we’d probably still be on that ship.”

He flushed a little, “Thanks,” he repeated.

You smiled at him and stood up, “That’s all I had to say. Mornin’” You smiled at him and ruffled his hair.

Bingo, advice number 34. Make them flustered’ You thought as you walked away.

Lance watched you leave the room, his face flushed with embarrassment. “What was that all about?” He mumbled, before continuing his meal.

“God, your guy must love you by now!” Lance exclaimed one day, as you guys lounged on the couch. “I give such good advice.”

“Not really,” you mumble, sighing. “He doesn’t really notice me.”

Lance furrowed his eyebrows, “What? After all of that?”

You nodded, “It’s just the way the cookie crumbles I guess.”

“That guy’s a jerk,” Lance declared, “He needs to wake up and notice the signs bro, the signs.

If only you could hear yourself’ You thought. 

Deciding not to make yourself too suspicious, you would sometimes do some of the things on the list to the other people on the list - 

  • Helping Hunk identify and pick some herbs (10. Get them something they like), 
  • Talking to Keith, (23. Bond with them), 
  • Helping Shiro watch over the other paladins (2. Help them do tasks they dislike), 
  • Giving Allura a hairpin from the store (5. Presents!!!)
  • Making sure Pidge went to sleep, (8. Take care of them)
  • And listening to Coran talk about when he was younger, (41. Listen to them ramble)

But you always saved the best things for Lance - you cooked for him, you tried sparing with him, you even got him a present (a mini water gun), but he just never seemed to get it. How stupid could he be? He couldn’t even recognize his own advice?

Exhausted, you decided you might as well try one more of his ideas, (for the sake of crossing it off the list) before going to sleep.

“Lance?” You called for him, “I’m not very good at guns, so I’m trying to get better. Can you help me…?”

Lance perked up and grinned at you before coming over, “Sure thing.” He followed you down to the training deck, whistling an unfamiliar tune.

When you guys got there, he helped you arrange the targets before helping you pick a lightweight gun.

“Okay, so first, turn off the safety.” He instructed. You looked at him blankly, your eyes unblinking. He sighed, walking over to you, “Here,” He said softly, his back pressed against you as he messed with the gun a little.

“Okay, now that it’s done, you raise the gun and aim.”

“Now what?”

“You wanted to get better right? Just raise and aim for now, we don’t want you shooting the whole building.”

“But how am I supposed to know if I’m aiming right if I can’t shoot?”

He sighed, “Good point. Go ahead.”

You rose the gun, purposefully mishandling it.

“No, no that’s all wrong!” He said, “Like this,” He said, demonstrating again.

You ‘tried’ to correct yourself again, but it was not to Lance’s liking, as he was quick to come over to help you.

“Your left arm goes down…here” He mumbled to you, even closer than before, “And you’re right arm goes right here.”

You were sure he could hear your heart race out of your chest. He was so close! He smelt nice, and you wanted to be in his hold longer. You almost wanted to sigh with content. 

“There, now raise your arms,” He said, bringing you back, “Aim,” his arms were over yours, “And fire.”

The bullet pierced the middle of the target, causing you both to cheer.

“Of course it would,” Lance remarked, “You have the best teacher!” He took the gun from your hand softly as he praised himself.

You rolled your eyes, turning in his grip, your mouth open and ready to say something. It was only when you came face to face with his chest that you realized how close you guys where. “Uhm, t-thanks.” You mumbled, before rushing out of the room.

Lance watched your retreating form, your gun falling limp from his arm. “Huh,” he marveled out loud, “That’s weird.”

“So…how long have you guys been dating?” Allura asked Lance later that day. 

“Yeah, and how come you didn’t tell me?” Hunk asked, “Not cool bro.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Suddenly, Lance felt extremely trapped. All eyes were on him - when did everyone even enter the room?

“We’re not dating.” He said, “Y/N doesn’t like me!”

“You really are an idiot,” Keith said.

“It’s quite obvious they likes you - they’re always flirting with you!” Allura said, her eyebrows furrowing.

“No, they has a crush on someone else!”

The whole deck grew quite, and everyone mulled over the nice gestures that Y/N had done to them. “Which one of us?” Hunk asked, “Because um… They’re only m cooking partner.” Lance left them to their confused murmuring and instead shuffled to his room.

As he lay in bed, staring up at the empty ceiling, he thought about all of the advice he gave them. It hit him like a freight train, as his mind worked backwards, matching the advice to Y/N’s actions.

“Holy crap,” he mumbled sitting up, “Y/N likes me.” He felt his heart swell, “They’ve been taking my advice for months to know how to woo me.” He hugged the blanket to his chest and plopped back down. “They care so much.”

His face wouldn’t stop smiling, and for once, he felt like someone fully had his heart.

The next morning, Lance woke up bright and early, and gave you his last piece of advice, “Tell them.”

You spluttered, “I can’t do that!”

“Why not?” He smirked, “You’ve already come so far.”

“B-but…I don’t want to confess first.”


“I don’t want them to reject me.”

Lance smiled at your pouting form, and said “Fine.”

“Fine?” You ask, confused.

“Y/N I really like you. I like spending time with you, I like talking to you, and I like being with you. Would you do the honor of being my (girl/boy)friend?”

- I didn’t know how to end it jskdslfkjfdsg


*Requested - Groot plans a date for Rocket and reader with the help of the other Guardians.*

“Come on guys, think.” Quill said turning up his music so there was no way you or Rocket would overhear. “We have to do something about those two, other wise we are going to have to deal with their awkward flirting.”

“I must agree Peter, they do seem to like each other.” Gamora spoke calmly. “However, I don’t think we should get involved, it really has nothing to do with us…”

“Lame!” Peter shouted looking over to Drax. “What about you? Any ideas?”

“Back on my home planet men would win a woman’s heart by destroying the enemy of her father. We would bring their head back to the families household and feast on Rocket’s species.” Drax sounded so calm about what he had just said.

Peter’s mouth fell open slightly. “… Right… Groot? Anything?” He knew fine well what his answer would be.

“I am Groot.”

“Yup, thought so.” Peter couldn’t go asking Rocket for translation this time. “Fine, it doesn’t matter. Guess we will just have to deal with the two of them tiptoeing around the subject. Honestly, back home this would make for an amazing rom-com.”

“Rom-com?” Gamora asked raising and eyebrow.

Peter let out an exasperated sigh. Sometimes he missed being around humans.

Later that night Groot lay in bed thinking. Even if the others had given up on the idea of getting you and Rocket together he sure hadn’t. He noticed the way Rocket looked at you. Groot had known Rocket for a long time and it was rare he saw him that happy. Rocket had always had Groot’s back and now it was his turn. Groot smiled to himself when he finally thought of the perfect date.
Back when all of the Guardians were going to crash on Xander he remembered how beautiful you had thought his lights were. Even Rocket seemed pretty blown away by them, despite not saying anything.
The next morning he set off to work. He found a large empty storage room at the back of the ship and decided that with a few alterations it could be a great place for you and Rocket to have a date. The room had a small window at the back dimly lighting the dark with lime greens and purples cast by the passing Supernovas and planetary nubulas. Groot stretched out his hand and allowed the same lights he had made that day aboard the Dark Aster. Once the room was a little brighter and he could see what he was doing he began allowing vines and twisted pieces of wood to grow around the room. The vines sprouted into wild flowers and the lights danced around them like fireflies. When he was pleased with his work he exited the room making sure to close the door Incase you or Rocket stumbled across it.
Groot made his way down to the control room and found Peter.
“I am Groot.”
Peter looked over to Rocket who was sat by you at the table. With a sigh Rocket dropped the piece of tech he was working on to the table.

“He said he wants to show you something.” Rocket paused and looked over at Groot. “What is it? Burst pipe? Faulty wiring?”

“I am Groot.”

“I’m not worried about it, but if it is anything to do with repairs then you should probably ask me not Quill.” Rocket mumbled, he was pretty curious now.

“I am Groot.”

“If you say so…” Rocket shook his head and returned to his work.

Peter left the control of the ship to Gamora and followed Groot. When they reached the storage room Peter gave Groot a confused look.

“Why are we looking at a storage room Groot?”
Groot opened the door revealing the newly decorated interior. Peter looked around and laughed, understanding what it was all about.

“For Rocket and (f/n)?”
Groot nodded happily.

“Nice work Groot! Now we just need to sort out some food, something to sit down on and a way to get them here. I call dibs on the easy jobs big guy, you figure out a way to get them to show up.”
Groot sighed and nodded again, some days it felt like he did all the work around the Milano.
“You know what the best part of all this is?” Peter laughed.
Groot shook his head.
“There’s a lock on the door and I’m the only one with the key!”

Groot waited for Peter to sort out the rest of the preparations before making his way to find you and Rocket.

“Hey Groot!” You smiled as he walked into the control room.
Rocket looked up at him and squinted.
“You and Quill have been gone a long time what have you bee- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! PUT ME DOWN!”
Groot laughed as he carried Rocket under one arm and you under the other.

“Groot! Why?!” You asked as he began to run through the ship. He stopped outside of the storage room and opened it pushing the two of you inside.

“Wow…” You whisper taking it all in.
The small lights gave off a golden glow making what used to be an ordinary storage room look pretty magical. There was a scattering of cushions on the floor and a blanket with a selection of food and alcohol.

“What is all of this?” Rocket asks looking around. “Don’t think for one minute I’m gonna be cleaning this up!”

There was a loud bang making you and Rocket turn quickly. To your horror, Groot had shut the door on the pair of you. You started panicking not wanting to be trapped alone with Rocket in a pretty romantic setting such as the one you were in.

You fumbled with the door handle for a few minutes but to no avail. Peter’s head poked out from behind the glass. He had a cheeky smile across his face and dangled the key to the door between his fingers. Peter and Groot laughed at you through the glass.

“Quill! Open this God damn door!” Rocket shouted baring his teeth.

“Not going to happen little man!” Peter’s laugh grew louder. “Everyone on this ship is tired of the two of you making heart eyes at each other and not doing anything about it, so we thought why not do something about it?!”
Groot nodded in agreement.

Rocket growled flattening his ears back to try and hide his embarrassment. “The hell are you on about Quill?! Open this door or I will shoot off your arms while you sleep! Groot, you too! The key! Now!” He was starting to feel his heart beat increase.

“I think you are forgetting who has the key!” Peter slammed it against the glass for affect. “Well,” he sighed. “we’ll leave you two love birds alone! Talk about your feelings or make out I don’t mind which! Just no baby making on my ship! Wait until you have your own to do that!” Your cheeks turned red and you were thankful for the limited lighting. Peter and Groot walked away looking far too pleased with themselves.

You looked down at the cushions and decided it was best to make yourself comfortable. You didn’t want to imagine how much Rocket must hate Quill and Groot at that moment.

“What are you doing?” Rocket asked looking over at you. “You’re not seriously going to do as they say are you?”

“Peter is right, he has the key and we could be here for a while. You going to join me in taking advantage of the drink or not?” You smirked.

“I’ve never been one to say no to free alcohol…” He replied scratching the back of his neck nervously. He cautiously sat down next to and grabbed a bottle.

“So…” You laughed.

“So…” Rocket mimicked.

You both let out a shaky sigh and looked at each other.
“Are we the talk of the ship then?” You asked. “And there was me thinking I was practically invisible.”

“Apparently so… didnt realize people paid that much attention to us.”

“So you do make ‘heart eyes’ at me then?” You giggle.
Rocket shrugged and averted your eyes. He grasped the neck of his bottle tighter and took a sip of his drink.

“I might… what about you? Quill did say we both do it.” He gambled a glance in your direction.

“I might.” You looked away trying to calm your heart rate. “Seems my cover has been blown so I might as well admit to it.”

“Wait, you actually do? I though… I thought you’d never go for someone like me? Look at you… You’re beautiful… And i’m a-” Rocket’s voice was shaking slightly so you silenced him with a kiss.

“It seems,” you whispered as you pulled away. “that Quill was actually right for once.”

“It’s not very often.” Rocket laughed quietly and leant in for another kiss. He never though that this would happen and he was going to make the most of it while he could.

It was four hours later when Quill and Groot finally returned. The drinks and food were long gone and the two of you laid sprawled out across the cushions looking out of the window with your backs to the door. Rocket held your hand in his and a small smile was tugging at his lips.

Quill opened the door with a smirk and the two of you jumped.
“See kids, was that so bad was it?”

“Shut it Quill! I’m still going to shoot you!”

“I am Groot!”

“So what if I do love (f/n)?! Didn’t give you the right to lock us in did it?!” Rocket shouted despite never being so glad in his life.

Peter ran away quickly before Rocket could attack him. You stood up and made your way to the door. You kneeled down to Rocket’s level and placed a kiss to his cheek. Groot watched as a love sick goofy grin covered Rocket’s face.
“I’ll see you later Rocket and Groot, shame on you.” You laughed.

Rocket and Groot watched you walk away. Rocket waited until you were out of ear shot before speaking to his wooden friend.

“… Thanks Buddy.” He mumbled to Groot trying to hide his smile.

“I am Groot.”


I understand England does not get enough snow for a decent snow season, but for the moral of this story, let’s just say there is.

Also, did someone unfollow me because I posted Sam imagines? That boy is an angel.

Ship: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Maybe a couple of swears
Notes: in this story you have a brother


Day 1:

Every year, you family, the Osterfield family and the Holland family go to the snow for a family trip. You and Tom met at a Billy Elliot audition. You had gone for the role as Debbie. You got it and you were in the show for quite some time. You attended the BRIT for some time as well, that’s where you met Harrison. You didn’t think acting was the best career choice for you, so you dropped out. You went to a normal high school after that. You rarely saw your best friendly and your parents knew it was bad for your mental health. Hence why your family’s started to do this as a tradition. This was about your 4th year going to the snow with their family’s. Your parents would book the lodge, everyone would come down and chill for a week, ski, snowboard, toast marshmallows, relax in the hot tub and create stupid games, like, there was this one year when your brother thought it was a good idea to see who could survive the freezing temperatures in their underwear. Mid way doing it, Harry was so cold he started to turn blue and everybody’s parents ran outside to ‘save’ you. The next day you were all grounded from seeing each other.

This year, your parents thought it was sensible enough to let the ‘kids’ all go up by themselves. You all met at the Holland household and designated drivers and passengers. You drove your brother, Charlotte and Paddy. Whilst Tom drove Harrison, Harry and Sam.
You had a lit playlist of songs on your Spotify ranging from rap, to rnb, to an occasional Disney song. Half way during your trip to the mountains, you stopped in a small town which sold the best bread, pies, parts and cakes. You grab cheap milk and last minute essentials because the milk bar on the mountain doesn’t have a lot of food.

“So, how’s everything been with you?” Tom asks.

“Meh. Okay I suppose Mr movie star.” You shrugged pulling out some soft drink out of the fridge. You walk up to the counter and pay for everything. Tom hands his card over and pays for it instead. You sigh. “Thomas…” you drain. “You didn’t have too.”

“It’s cool.” He shrugged getting the bags. You two made it back to the cars.

“45 minutes to go and then we’re there.” Charlotte was saying as she looked at the directions on her phone whereas Harry was looking at a map. You hop back in the car and start driving again. Your brother had fallen asleep in the back seat, so it was only you, Charlotte and Harry talking. Charlotte was talking about some guy she likes. You nod your head, not really listening to her.

“Just go for it. Ask him out.”

“(Y/N), are you not listening to me? He has a girlfriend.”

“Oh sorry.” You say turning your car up the mountains.

“Anyways, it’s not like I should take your advice. You didn’t take mine.”

“And what was that again?” You asked her confused.

“Paddy cover your ears.” She said turning her head to Paddy.

“I’m not a baby. I’m not even listening to your conversation anyways.” He said taking the ear phones out of his ears. Harry covered Paddy’s ears with his hands.

“Whatever.” Charlotte smiled and turned to me.

“You never confessed to Tom about your feelings.”

“Please don’t bring this up again.” You sigh blushing.

“Oh come on. He totally has the hots for you as well.”

“Do people say that?”

“Seriously, just tell him. You should’ve told him before he did Spider-Man.”

“Charlotte, it’s not that easy.”


“Every time I’m around him, I get nervous. I turn into a giggling mess and blush every time he talks to me. I’m trying to block out those feelings I am for him, because I know he would choose anyone other than me. I’ve known him for years, he wouldn’t choose me if we were the last two people on earth.” You mumble to her as you read a sign saying that you need to put your chains on your tyres. You pull over and hop out of the car.

“Whatever then.” Charlotte rolls her eyes and gets out with you and opens the boot of the car and gets the chains out.

“Do you lovely girls need any help?” A guy came up and asked you.

“Could you please. That would be amazing. Thank you.” You smile to the kind stranger as he teaches you how to put the chains on your tyres.

Tom’s car was right behind yours. The boys were giving him crap for not asking you out yet. Charlotte had texted Harrison about what she was discussing in the car with (Y/N).
“Dude. I’m too busy for a relationship these days. You know that.”

“No you’re not.” Harrison poked his tongue out at his best friend.

“Plus, she’s probably into someone else from work or whatever. I’m totally not her type.”

“Oh come on. You’re Spider-Man. Any girl would jump at the chance to date you.”

“Yeah any girl but (Y/N). God, if I could have her for one day, I would. You know.” Tom shrugged as he followed your car to park near and out the chains on his tyres.

“Dude, you better Spider-Man it up. I think she’s got an admirer.” Harrison said playfully slapping his best friends chest and point to you and Charlotte who were flirting with the stranger helping her out the chains on her tyres. Tom couldn’t help but look at your smile and just stare at you. It was probably a bit creepy. He watched your every move. “Go on. Save her day. Be her night in shining armour.”

“Yeah Tom. Save the day.” Sam butted in.

“Don’t encourage him!” Tom groaned to Harrison and Sam. Tom walked over to your car and crossed his arms.

“Hey Tom.” You smile leaning against the car twirling your hair with your finger.

“Hey. So, uhm.” Tom stopped.

“Sup brother.” Harry said and smirked. “Do I have news for you.” You glare at Harry, because he promised he wouldn’t say a word.

“Whoa. The sexual tension head is so high, it’s higher than the mountain.” Harrison joked.

“We’ve got ten minutes left.” Tom said and whistled to the boys. “Let’s go.”

“Ooo, someone’s angry.” Sam laughed and Tom glared at him.

“We’ll met you guys there.” You smile calmly. “I’m just going to get some firewood-”

“I’ll get it. I’m great and collecting firewood. You could call me a firewood collector.” Tom said proudly and Sam began laughing.

“Loser.” Harrison smirked. You thought it was cute.

“That would be amazing Tom. Thank you.” You gleamed heading back to your car and starting the engine, so did Harry, Charlotte, Paddy and your brother. You drive up the mountain and eventually made it to the lodge. You park your car in the garage and may your way inside.

“It’s so cold.” Paddy chatters his teeth carrying his bag inside. You go to put the heater on with the cold of sticks you had from the last residents in this lodge. You find some matches and light the fire in the fire place, hoping the boys had found some good wood to bring back.

“I’m going to make some tea. Anyone want some?” Charlotte asked.

“Please.” You smile as you hear the boys car arrived at the house. You skip down the stairs and open the door for them.

“Thanks (Y/N).” Harrison Thanks as he carries the wood inside.

“I thought Tom was -”

“He got a splinter and now he thinks he dying.” Sam added as he walked into the house.

“I’m not dying.” Tom rolled his eyes and Sam and walked inside. Tom lips began to turn blue.

“Tom. Are you okay? You uhm, you look cold.” You tell him rubbing his arms with your hands. You had never felt how strong he was until now. His muscles were so defined under his warm and cosy jumper he was wearing. “Go into the lounge room and keep warm in front of the fireplace.” You smile at him.

After a couple of hours lounging around, Paddy suggests and chooses a movie for you all to watch. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire played on the TV. You sat down next to Tom and passed him a bowl of chocolate covered pretzels.
“Want some?” You asked him and he took a handful. You handed the bowl around to the rest of them. Tom shuffled in his spot and placed his arm around your shoulders hoping no one would notice. Well, Harry took a photo of the two of you together and sent the photo to everyone except you and Tom. You gave the bowl of pretzels to your brother and he shared them around with everyone else. Tom’s hand careful grazed your arm as you placed your head on his shoulder. You have seen this movie over 1000 times. You yawned and Tom whispered in your ear.

“You’re exhausted. Go to sleep. I’m not moving.” You nod and fall asleep in his arms.

Originally posted by parkerpete

X- men pref. Hamilton Songs.

Originally posted by eavensmusings

I know my sister like I know my own mind
You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind
If I tell her that I love him she’d be silently resigned
He’d be mine
She would say, “I’m fine”
She’d be lying!

You forced a smile as you saw Scott kiss your sister, Jean, as she walked out of her class. It was hard being in love with your sisters boyfriend. Well, it was your fault that you were in this position that you just happened to be in. 

You met him a few months ago, he was new and a big flirt. After a few attempts of flirting with you, you introduced him to your sister Jean, knowing that it would be a chance to escape the horrible pick up lines. 

But after you got to know him more, you couldn’t deny your feelings for him. But he was already with Jean. 

You knew that you would just have to suck it up. You knew Jean better than anyone else, you knew what she struggled with, how kind and trusting she was. You knew with out a doubt that Jean would break up with Scott for you, but you couldn’t let her. It would crush your sister to give him up, to know that she’s too nice to say no. 

So you kept your emotions under control. At least my dear Jean is his. 

- Satisfied.

Originally posted by magnetosmind

An immigrant you know and love who’s unafraid to step in!
He’s constantly confusin’, confoundin’ the British henchmen
Ev’ryone give it up for America’s favorite fighting Frenchman!

You weren’t a mutant. Just a plan old human with combat skills better than the Avengers put together. No one knew of this of course, to the whole school and your boyfriend Peter, all they knew that you were a big deal and they don’t know why. 

“Mon amour,” You spoke to your boyfriend in your native language. “Stay safe.” With a simple kiss on the cheek, he sped off, ready to go on another mission with the X-Men. 

A few days later, you had been assigned to go on a mission, kill a few people who were working for HYDRA. The fight was easy, shoot a few guys, snap some necks with your thighs, the usual. It was almost amusing how easily they were to take down. 

“Y/N?” You heard a voice say, you turn around to lock eyes with your boyfriend. The moment of silence between you was odd, Peter was staring at the bodies with wide eyes. “Damn.”

- Guns and Ships

Originally posted by claracivry

Let me tell you what I wish I’d known
When I was young and dreamed of glory:
You have no control:
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story

To Kurt it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that the girl he loved, the girl who had the purest heart in the world had to die. Ever since your death, Kurt had been a mess. He locked himself in his room, refusing to see or talk to anyone. The only time anyone had seen him was at your funeral. 

“You know I use to believe that if you were good, good would happen.” Kurt told Scott, after he broke the door off. “I use to pray twice every day, go to church, help when needed. And I came her and met Y/N, and I thought ‘this is my good coming back’ because she was the most amazing person I have ever met.

And now she’s dead. She was so kind. Always letting go before her, giving away when she had none. All to die so soon. I find myself laying down at night, thinking why. Why her? She did nothing wrong. Why do bad things keep on happening to the best people?”

- History has its eyes on you

Originally posted by evanpetersxsophieturner

Oh, am I talkin’ too loud?
Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth
I never had a group of friends before

You were Jean’s first girlfriend, first friend, first person to make her feel valid. You found it cute as she rambled, going on and on about she read a bullshit article in the news paper. 

“I mean did they even check their facts!” She exclaimed, her voice raising a bit. “Shit!” She yelled, realizing her voice was getting louder, before apologizing. 

“Don’t,” You told her. “It’s okay, you just got a little excited. It’s fine.” 

“Are you sure? B- Because I don’t want to be like screaming in your face, I mean i just don’t get to talk a lot so an-”

You cut her off with a kiss. “It’s fine.”

- My Shot