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spideymarvelws · 3 years

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Peter Parker fluff- as friends or on a date, the reader and Peter go to target and cuteness, flirting and a lot of fluff happen 🥺

Some ideas ( if you don’t know what to do )

- Peter picks you an outfit to wear

- your in the makeup section shopping and Peter either gets into it or he gets bored

- in the food isles Peter says that you both should bake together

Even tho i’m not taking requests... i still wanted to do a little hc cause this idea was to cute to pass up that and i was feeling in a fluffy mood

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I could see it just being something happening out of the blue

Well for Peter at least

He was ready to just chill at your place

Maybe get some last minute work down

But for the most part he was just excited to goof around with you like he did almost every afternoon

Maybe also gather the courage to confess his feelings to you

What he didn’t expect was to be attacked with your puppy dog eyes, asking him to come with you to target

You were already planning on going with a MJ but she bailed last second

For reasons unknown 👀

Definitely not because the constant pinning was getting on her nerves😀

And since it was a last minute decision to go, you didn't have the time to tell Peter your plans

So once he reached you immediately asked him to go with you

He ‘reluctantly’ agreed, coughing away the red all over his face when you grabbed his hand and dragged him out the apartment

Now where I live we don’t have target and I’ve only ever been there once so bare with me here

Peter doesn’t know jack shit about shopping for clothes

His waredrobe consists of the same jacket, two pairs of jeans he just washes every week, maybe a sweater or two and an entire draw dedicated to tshirts with science puns

And while you found the silly puns and jokes cute, especially when he looked so proud and went on little rambles when someone pointed them out

You couldn’t help but wonder how you could do so much better...

Queue the fashion show montage

The classic black jeans, white shirt combo for starters

Definitely trying out the bad boy look with a fake leather jacket over top

Does target sell plaid pants?💀 cause if they do thats a definite yes

We’ve seen how good Tom looks in them

And maybe- possibly you slipped in a crop top

The second best thing you’ve ever done after embarrassing him in front of the avengers

And as much as he didn’t want to admit, he liked it too

Quite a lot

But he couldn’t let you know that

Especially since he was acting done with the entire situation, he had to keep up with the facade

Not that it was believable when his face was the shade of the target logo itself

Subtly slipped the top into the cart

“I thought you didn’t like it?”

“shutup.” 🧍🏻

Picking out some clothes for you wasn’t any better

Because of course you picked the most revealing outfits

Constantly asking how he felt about it, if he liked the colour, the way it made you look

He always answered with the generic answer of you look beautiful in everything or just a quick, high pitched ye-yeah you look great!

Which was true, you could make a potato sack look amazing

But he wasn’t about to call his best friend sexy in the middle of a Target

Nor did he want to get turned on in the middle of a Target

So calling you beautiful seemed like the next best thing

After the absolute torcher mostly on his part in the in the clothes section

It was off to the makeup

And boy, did you take advantage of him

Using him as your brand new canvas

Countless swatches of eye shadow, lipstick, you name it, littered his arms with the first aisle

Honestly anything that caught your eye and had a free sample you used

Ofc this is after covid

Very pouty boi every time you grabbed his arm

But still looked at you like you lite up the sun

Which was always his downfall

Willing to help

But at what cost?

At some point, you managed to reach to his face

Manz do be looking like a full on clown afterwards🤡

But he was your clown 🥰

*cough cough*

Best friend clown ig 👀🙄😒

Luckily you kept makeup wipes in your bag

Because you were cruel, but not that cruel

And while Peter was relieved, he had to make a mental note to ask if you could do his face properly when you reached back home

Maybe it was because he actually quite liked how he looked with coloured eyeliner or maybe it was because of the close proximity of your face to his

Ig we’ll never know🤷‍♀️

At that point you thought you’d put him through enough

So you rewarded him with going to the toy aisle next

Because you can’t convince me that Peter Parker is not a man child by heart

And that is not the first place he would run too anytime he’s taken to any store like target

You’ve never seen him smile wider that day

Probably because all you’ve been making him do was blush and mumble words under his breath 😇

But he was especially pulled to all the spider man toys

In fact as you both entered the aisle there was already a small boy there, giggling with his parents as he held up packaged web-shooters and playing superhero, adorning a plastic spider-man mask on his face

Peter almost burst into a million pieces of confetti

And as the family left, he turned to you with a bright smile

“Can we get some?”

“THE CHILD??!!”

“WHAT!? NO! Not the child, the TOYS!”

such a weird sentence out of context lmaoo

Fast forward the next thirty minutes, the both of you are giggling and laughing, chasing each other around the aisles with plastic swords and shields

Peter having to hold you back from jumping into a crate of plushies

You making sure he never got any silly string cans in his hands

Just pure chaos

How you both haven’t gotten kicked out? Only bingus knows

Having that moment where he sneaks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him, just muttering boo in your ear to scare you

Him laughing at you

You trying to calm your racing heart

Then realising how close both your faces where

The area becoming quiet

Feeling his breath against your face

His body close to yours

All Peter saw was you and all you saw was Peter

The both of you slowly leaning in, gaze switching from his lips to his eyes, making sure that this was something that he wanted

Feeling his lips brush along yours, reading to fully press them against-

“eXUsE mE? But do you knew where the shampoo is?”

👁👄👁

🧍‍♀️🧍🏻

🦗 🦗 🦗

Peter stepped away and politely guided the lady to the aisle, earning him a pat on the head while you stood awkwardly by your cart

You both strolled to the food area in silence, immediately separating to ‘divide and conquer’ but in reality it was to fully process what just happened

While you were overthinking near the pastries, Peter was working over by the fruits, hating that the moment was ruined and wondering what would’ve happened if you weren’t interrupted

He kept thinking about the fact that you didn’t pull away

That you leaned in with him

That he felt your lips even if it was for a split second

He wasn't about to let his opportunity go to waste

And his sudden burst of courage

So as you both checked out and walked out of the store, he was quick to pack everything in the trunk of the car, pushing the cart right in front of you and blocking you from climbing into the drivers seat

“Get in.”

“Heh?”

“Get in.”

You blinked

“As in, get into the cart?”

“Yes.”🙂

hehe

you’re in danger😀

But nevertheless you got into the cart, trying your best to find a comfortable position

You mind immediately went to Peter rushing you across the carpark, sending you both flying into a hospital bed

But you didn’t expect him to pull out a camera along with a bouquet of flowers you didn’t know he bought

He delicately gave it to you, blushing when your fingers brushed along each other

“I just- I just wanted to get some photos for memories.”

His hand rubbed at the back of his neck, eyes locked on his shoes that tapped on the floor repeatedly

You bit your lip, relaxing into the cart with your leg thrown over the thin plastic and flowers held to your chest

“Like one of your french girls?”

“Okay. Just because we watched Titanic last week does not give you the right to use that line everywhere,”

“Just shut up and take the pictures Parker.”

After a few moments of Peter circling the cart, making sure to get the perfect angles that captured the sun set behind you but kept you as the focus point of the picture, you started to zone out

Instead of focusing on making a certain face or direction, you took in his appearance

Hair tousled and glowing brown, moving perfectly with the wind

His face fully concentrated on taking the pictures

It was a perfect picture

He was a perfect picture

“If this is for memories you gotta get in here too Peter.”

You smiled, waving your hands and ushering for him to come closer

“I- okay.”

He walked behind the cart hesitantly, leaning over with the camera to get the both of you in frame

He had to lean a little bit closer, his face right next to yours

So as his finger pressed the button to take the photo, you took the courage to turn your head to give him a kiss on the cheek

But he turned his head to do the same thing

Resulting the both of your lips connecting, a quick peck that sent to both of your head spiralling and smiles growing

“Never thought our first kiss would be in a target carpark.”

“Can out second one be there too?”

“Damn right it can.”

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker hc #main character shit right there #people only appear for plot purposes😒🤚#as they should

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 6 years

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Oh Ecstasy (Erik x Black Reader)

Listening: PARTYNEXTDOOR - Her Way

Dedicated to my loved one @allhailnjadaka who requested this and the Black Panther Fandom within the fandom. Hope you like it.

Short little one-shot. No smut, just a night out.

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“Okay, that’s enough for you..,” Starlet re-po’s your Long Island Ice Tea and Ashley forcefully sets you down at the bar. You flip your dirty-blonde wig feeling good and beautiful, like Ciara even. Your IG pics did numbers with this wig. It really worked with your tawny brown skin tone.

“What?! All I said was I’m fuckin someone in this club tonight and y’all act like I said I have a bomb strapped to my chest finna blow this plac-”

“Cut her off. Only water,” Luwa says to the bartender who nods.

“Don’t listen to this bishhh,” you plead, “My money is green you better gim my GOT damn drink!” You bang on the bar one time and the bartender looks from you to Luwa before moving on to the next customer, aka Ashley.. which pisses you off. You hold your liquor way better than that lightweight. “Yeah, but I know my limit,” Ashley says. You didn’t realize you’d said that out loud. You kiss your teeth. “I came here to have a goood time and all y’all bitches,” you wave your index, “..Fuckin shit up for me.” Luwa is used to the shits, she takes your Roberto Cavalli clutch away leaving you with your phone.

“Uhm... Bish? That’s part of my outfit so I’m a need that back,” you say reaching out and grabbing at the air. It was true, you wore your black off-the-shoulder minidress with bell sleeves, black heels, and gold jewelry to match the gold charm on the bag. It was stylish and classy. A Look. The bag gets passed to Ashley who definitely isn’t giving it back. She was the mother hen and liked to pull rank over all of you. Your eyes narrow briefly and you let it go.

“I’m a dance with that nigga over there,” Luwa says and her head angles to a dark skin nigga with a fade and full beard. He's cute.

“Heeey Kofi,” you wave with a wink and he smiles. White teeth. Luwa abruptly pushes your hand back down. She hated when you showed any decency to her men, afraid you might be serious about getting at them. Reassuring her was a constant. “Tell me he don’t look like Kofi Siriboe and you the Jada,” you say watching her face flush. She was litty as a titty too.

“Drink some water. I’m a link with you all in 20 minutes,” she says sternly before heading off to do the lil thot moves you two practiced in your mirror at home. You drink some water thirsty ass, you mutter under your breath and Starlet’s mean ass rolls her tiny hazel eyes. When you first met her you thought they were contacts but her mother had the same eyes. “What bitch," you snap. "The water. I’m sippin’ it!” You make a show of taking a sip and she flips you off. She hated when you drank a lot because growing up her mom was a dysfunctional alcoholic. You, however, were very functional.. so oh well. You look back at your lil thot, Luwa. She was throwin that ass and having fun, something you needed to get back to.

Looking around there were a few guys who looked appealing, you only had to choose. With a sip of your water your eyes fall on a tall brown skin guy. He was clean shaven, crisp, cute. He looked like he just left left the barber. His eyes met yours and you looked him up and down before turning away. Boring. You could just tell by his energy. It was in his demeanor, he was too clueless. Your eyes fall on a heavier guy, sturdy with thick limbs and a bigger belly, long locs dyed blonde at the ends. He approaches you and you think of ignoring him just to be petty, but then he offers to buy you a drink. “Nope. She’s cut off,” Ashley says and it pisses you off all over again. “Fuck youu, Ash.” She gives you a curt smirk and you turn away.

“Well, you wanna chill with me or what,” the man says trying to look seductive, licking his lips but he needs a facial.. bad. His skin is dull, there’s a piece of crust in his eye, and you’ve already lost interest. He goes on talking. You miss the other part of what he says turning your attention back to the crowd where you spot another guy. Another dud, you can tell. Why is this club so full of boring ass niggas?!

“Exactly shorty. That’s why you need to come with me.” His voice is buzzing in your ear, but before you can snap on him, he speaks again. “Bla bla bla me and my boys in VIP if you wanna come up.” That’s all you hear and all you care about.

“You have room for four?” You tilt your head gazing up at him from under your long lashes and he bites his lip. “Yeah, we got room for four. Bring ya people.” “Oh I was just asking, I didn’t say I was bringing them.” He looks confused and Starlet gives you a dirty look. “Kidding.. kidding..,” you assure her. You weren’t kidding and she knew it. You wanted to turn up and they were too busy being responsible. You had enough of responsible from 8:30 to 5 every damn day. It’s Friday night.

“Lead the way,” you tell him and your girls follow with their drinks, with the exception of Luwa who’s still dancing and having the time of her life.

You ascend the stairs paying close attention to the steps and the railing so not to fall in your heels. You aren’t that damn shameless. He guides you next to him in a booth and your friends fill in on your side. You look around and every guy looks to be on some other shit. These were your people. You ignore the nigga’s arm around you in favor of picking up the Vodka bottle in the center of the table to pour yourself a shot. Ashley isn’t quick enough to stop you from taking a sip before she takes away the glass. The nigga laughs, “Y’all not into partying, huh?” Starlet won’t even look at him, but Ashley replies. “This our friend. Let us handle her.”

Annoyed to be in the same situation as downstairs, you ignore the tense banter and your eyes explore the VIP section a little further. You notice a few familiar faces, celebrities. No one A-list or super recognizable, unless you were heavily into the hip-hop and RNB scene. And you were. Pause. There’s a group of niggas and a few girls scattered on their laps. They’re sitting around a table with white chalky lines. You stand abruptly and make your way over. A few of them look up at your arrival, but one set of hooded, low eyes in particular has you frozen in place as you make eye contact. The moment lasts until your eyes proceed to examine the rest of his face. Smooth brown skin, thick lips, a lush beard framing his youthful yet strong features.

He’s beautiful.

“Shorty,” a voice calls out from the direction you’d just come from. You ignore it.

“Y/N,” Ashley’s voice calls. You ignore that too.

“Your name is Y/N,” the beautiful man asks still staring and you nod, eyes piercing through his. You want him to invite you himself to join the table. He catches the hint. “Come sit with me,” he mumbles tapping the girl on his lap. He has a lit blunt in his hand and his locs fall over his face giving him a dangerous look. The girl scoots to a different lap, obviously annoyed, and you cross over people making your way onto the beautiful man’s lap. He even smells good. Under the weed smell he’s fresh. You inhale.

“Why you leave the homie Bliz,” he asks and you have to think of who Bliz is before it clicks. That’s the nigga you just left sitting with your bitch-ass friends.

“That unwashed miscreant,” you shake your head in response and his brows raise. “It’s okay you can laughhh.”

“You a whole trip babygirl,” he says low eyes alight with humor. You can see a grill in his mouth and it only makes him more attractive.

“I know.” You reach your hand up to play in his beard and tug it playfully. You can see in his eyes that he likes it.

“You need a drink,” he says lowly never looking away. His voice is like velvet and gravel at the same time.

”I need several,” you amend landing a kiss on his full pouty lips and when your tongue slips past those soft pillows, he doesn’t stop you, falling in line with your rhythm.

When you pull back, his eyes go from your lips over your shoulder. You look back to see what he’s looking at. It’s Bliz and your girls. Bliz looks annoyed and his eyes fall on you in silent judgment. You could not care less. A girl comes near carrying a bottle of Ciroc and Mr. Beautiful waves it over. It’s passed to him.

“I think it’s time to go,” Ashley says mirroring Bliz’s judgmental expression and ignoring another man who is shamelessly checking her out at the end of the booth. She’d never date someone who partied. This was your scene, not your friends'. It annoyed you how they always looked down on this type of thing. You turn your attention to the table before you and feel Mr. Beautiful watching you, waiting to see what you’ll do.

“How much to ski?” You’re looking at Ashley but you’re asking the man underneath you.

“For you, Lindsay Lohan? Free.”

Lindsay Lohan. You liked it. You lower yourself to the table and watch a girl snort a line. You reach for her tool and put it to your nose, following her example and snorting a short line of powder. It’s a body shock, like swallowing a large spoonful of pure sugar. You wipe your nose and look up at Ashley’s face, gaped in horror. Starlet walks away and after a last look, so does Ashley. Bliz looks to the beautiful man and shakes his head sourly before walking off. You climb back onto your lap-seat.

“What’s your name, Mr. Beautiful?”

He wipes your nose getting what you missed. “Erik.”

“Why don’t I see you doing lines like everyone else, Erik?”

“I just sell the shit.”

“Mmm. What else you got?”

You eye the blunt between his fingers and he passes it to you. You take a hit and exhale blowing some of the smoke in his face. Then you do it again. On the third time, you put your lips to his and blow directly into his mouth. He lets you and you follow it up with another deep kiss, feeling his large arm wrap around your waist. When your lips separate, your hand reaches for the bottle in his other hand and he pulls it away.

“What you gonna do for it?”

“I’m a reach out again.. And you’re going to hand me that bottle,” you say slipping your hand down to his lap. You can feel that he’s hard.

After a long look, he smirks and hands you the bottle. You take a drink directly from it, not losing eye contact, but when you try to get back to the table, his arm tightens around you.

“I know what you need. Come with me.”

It’s your turn to smirk. You pull your phone from your bra.

“Put your number in it.”

He shakes his head. He knew where this was going, but he wouldn’t stop you from leaving. Your friends were still waiting on you, afraid to leave you there drunk and alone with nothing and you knew it. As lit as you liked to get, you weren’t reckless. You were functional. He puts a number in your phone and hands it back to you. You call it and his phone rings. He shoots you a look as if to say, ‘Are you happy now?’ With one last peck to his full lips, you get up and grab the bottle, taking it with you to the staircase. Once you descend, carefully, you go directly to the exit and find your friends. They’re waiting and extremely annoyed.

“This is why I wanted to go rollerskating,” Starlet says and Ashley rolls her eyes. “Where’s Luwa,” you ask. “She left with that guy. She texted us and said she was going.” Your jaw drops, “Wooooow and y’all just let her go?” An uber pulls up and you gasp. “Wait a minute. Wait. If I hadn’t come out y’all was just finna leave my ass? You have my fuckin.. Robertoooo Cavalli. How would I get home?” You were name-dropping, yeah, but you were also serious. “You’d have found a way. Since you don’t need us apparently,” Ashley says climbing into the front seat of the uber. You sit in the back with mean ass Starlet.

“I sure would have. In fact I got that nigga’s number. I might start calling him to get me from random places just cuz I feel like it!” Starlet scoffs beside you and Ashley groans.

“I can’t wait till you sober up so I can tell you how stupid you acted tonight. Reckless ass. I hate going out with you when you act like this,” she says and her voice drones on and on, but you can’t hear it anymore. You feel good. You came out for a good time and you got it.

The car rolls on and you nestle the vodka bottle to your chest, eyes drifting shut.

THE END

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impala-imagines · 7 years

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Fandom: Marvel - Bucky Barnes bodyguard AU Part: One Word Count: 2,945 Characters: Reader x Bucky Reader Gender: Female Warnings: Swearing, mild violence. Summary: Yesterday, everything was normal, you we’re a normal college student. Today you’re running for your life with a Bodyguard that seems to hate you and the president is telling you that you’re his daughter and your life is in danger. Who exactly is this man your father had decided will protect you? Why does he seem to hate you? As the world gets dangerous, it seems Bucky just wants to look after you. Is that the reason for his icy stare, or is there something else to it? Modern Bucky Barnes AU! Author note: I deleted by accident, oops.

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It was hot, and not the lay on the beach in another country kind of hot. It was the sticky clothes, sweaty foreheads, and constant frustration at not being able to cool down. Unfortunately for yourself, you had to get to college, you needed a book from the library, so that meant stepping into the scorching streets to make your way across the city to get your book. It was far too hot to walk, but the idea of going underground onto a crammed subway, where you’d end up being packed like a sardine was an even worse idea.

A summer dress placed to a comfortable length, a hat to cover your skin from the sun and a rather high factor of sunscreen was all you believed you needed. Of course, you also had a bottle of water that was starting to get rather close to being empty. You’d decided to look for a shop on the next street, pray that they had air con to get you out of this weather for at least a few minutes.

Opening your bottle, you drained the last of it, as you continued to walk down the street. Pushing a few stray hairs off of your face, you wiped the sweat that was starting to form under your hat. Letting out a sigh, you directed it up, hoping that the cool water you’d just drank would cool you even for a second. “Excuse me?”

Turning at the sound of a voice, you turned to see a tall man stood in front you. As you went to speak to him, your eyes looked down from his face to see a gun pointed at you. Suddenly the heat didn’t seem to matter, after all who cared about that when a man was aiming a gun at you. “Remain calm and we won’t have a problem.” Swallowing hard, you kept your eyes focused on him and explain that you understood, but you couldn’t even nod at this moment.

You’d never seen a gun before and to see one pointed at you, you felt your heart starting to pound, how could this be happening to you? Was he going to rob you? You didn’t have anything, not even any water anymore. Why couldn’t you get the words to come from your mouth? What were you even meant to say at a moment like this?

“Y/N.” Looking up as another person appeared, this time a red headed female, who like the other you had no idea who she was. “Do you have the notes for class? I forgot mine.” As she spoke, the man was getting more and more frustrated. He was about to speak, as the woman punched the man in the face and kicked the gun out of his hand. As he started to run, she scooped up the gun and smiled at you. “Go, now!” She ordered, before running off after the gunman.

“You, here now!” Looking up, you saw a tall brunette man in a suit. “Come on, now!” Seeing that he didn’t have a gun pointed at you, you felt that maybe this was a good idea. Biting down on your lip, you walked up to him, looking at him with a curious expression. “Come on, follow me. Now!” As he took off running, you raised your eyebrow, was he insane? It was hot. “Y/N, come on, now!” He told you, causing you to sigh and chase after him.

You’d been running for about a minute when you felt a strong breeze coming toward you. You didn’t have time to say anything as the tall, handsome man in a suit turned to look at you. Seeing his beautiful blue eyes, you swallowed hard as he grabbed your hand and pushed you forward toward the helicopter. “Get on, now!”

You hesitated; you didn’t want to get on there. But another man appeared at the door of the helicopter with a gentle smile and you found yourself staring at him, he looked familiar with his sandy blonde hair and the rather puppy dog look on his face. Seeing him holding his hand out, you reached out and took him, letting him pull you into the helicopter. “Sit down!” The blue eyed guy ordered as he climbed in and pulled the door shut. “No, not till you tell me what is going on and where we are going!” You shouted, not wanting to go anywhere until you knew what was going on.

“It’s alright, really.” The familiar looking guy said, causing you to look at him. But as you did, the other man pushed you down onto a chair, causing you to lash out and punch him in the face. The calming voice of the other man came almost instantly. “Bucky, calm down she’s scared! I’m sorry Y/N, we will be okay. We will be to our destination soon and you will get some answers.”

Your hand moved to cover your mouth, you��d never hit anyone before in your life and now this guy… You’d hit him. “I’m so sorry, I…” A hand moved to touch the hand that wasn’t covering your face, looking up at the man who looked damn familiar he smiled. “It’s alright; really we understand that this is all scary for you.” Taking a deep breath, you stared into his eyes, realizing where you’d known him from. “You’re Steve Rogers.” You uttered softly. How could you miss that? You’d had the largest crush on him during his last modeling campaign, but after that you heard he’d packed in modeling, and now he was what… kidnapping people?

“Where are you taking me?” You finally asked looking from Steve- who now had a beautiful blush on his cheeks, to the other guy who was glaring a little. “Take a look for yourself.” You hadn’t realized that Steve’s hand was still on yours, it was weird how he had such a calming effect on you. Looking out of the window, you saw the Whitehouse and found your breath hitching in your chest. “W-what?” You questioned, tilting your head softly as you leaned forward to get a better look at the building. You’d lived in Washington for a lot of your life, but you never really paid much attention to this building or who was inside, until you were old enough to vote that is.

The chopper landed with a bump, and within a flash the two men were up. “Come on.” The blue eyed man snapped as he made his way to the door. “Mind your head, wouldn’t want you to lose it.” He uttered, shaking his head as he got out and waited for you to exit the chopper. Steve and the other escorted you toward the building, your heart started to pound harder as you got closer.

You followed the two men to a small room, where they then excused themselves and left you alone to wait. You’d forgotten all about the heat, now and you also hadn’t noticed you’d lost your hat sometime during getting on the chopper and getting off.

A stern knock on the door caused you to look up; clearing your throat you made a soft squeak and in walked a tall intimidating man. Your eyes scanned over him, you could tell he was muscular, he was certainly older than the men you’d already had to deal with and of course one big detail was that he had an eye patch. “Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Nick Fury, and head of the secret service.” He explained as he extended his hand to you, taking it you smiled weakly. “I must apologize at the way this was done; we never expected the news to get out so quickly.”

Your eyebrow slowly started to rise as you looked up at him. “What news exactly?” You questioned in hardly a whisper. “The answer you seek is through that door, they’re ready for you, whenever you’re ready to step through it.” A deep shaky breath left your lips after that moment as you moved to the door, your eyes glanced at Nick for a moment, who gave you a nod of encouragement, before you turned your head away and pulled the handle down and opened the door.

A gasp escaped your lips as you watched the man stood in the center of the room turn around to look at you, the President, Phillip Coulson was stood there. Watching him as he took in your appearance saw the smile growing on his face as he started toward you. You let out a puzzled cry as his arms wrapped around you and hugged you tightly. “Mr. President, what are you doing?” You questioned in a shaky confused whisper. “I’m sorry, but it’s not every day you get to see your daughter, look at you, you’re so beautiful, just like your mother, but you have my eyes.”

Pulling away from the man, you looked at him with clear confusion in your eyes. “I’m sorry, but there is some mistake, my father is dead.” You uttered shaking your head softly. “That is what your mother told you? She was doing it to protect you, our families never approved and she wanted me to follow my chosen path.” He explained. “I’ve been searching for years and while I hate to admit it, I did use city resources to find you, but it was worth it. Look at you.” You were going to have to call your grandmother later; this was crazy how could you be his daughter?

“Sir? We’re ready for the briefing.” Nick said as he knocked and opened the door. “Y/N, I’m afraid that our reunion is tainted, there are those who wish to get me out of my presidency and they wish to use you to harm me. The news leaked faster than my men were able to find you and so you’re in danger. My head of security has chosen the best to look after you, but I’m afraid that you will have to have a guard with you at all times until they are caught.”

Reaching out for a chair, you slowly sat down. There was so much information to take in at once; you bit down on your lip as you tried to understand it. This man, Phillip Coulson was your father; he was not dead, but in fact that president and your life was in danger. “Y/N, please come with me. My men are waiting.” You continued to stare at the floor for a further moment, a deep desire to process this, but failing miserably.

“Just give us a moment Nick.” You heard the man who called himself your father say; the door shut a moment later and before you knew it there was a glass of water in front of you. “T-thank you.” You said soft drinking it down rather quickly. “I know this is crazy, I’m still processing it myself, but I’m hoping you will give me a chance to be your father.” Looking at him, the man who had the same eyes as you, you tried hard to say something, but only one thing fell from your lips. “I voted for you.” You commented, causing him to laugh. “Shall I take that as a yes?” He questioned, causing you to nod. “Yes.” Reaching over, he clutched your hand with a gentle smile. “I do look forward to getting to know you better Y/N, unfortunately, I have to go and do a press conference about the news about you and the secret service is waiting for you to brief you, so maybe we can have dinner tomorrow night?”

By the time you exited the oval office, you’d calmed down quite a bit. He was a great man and if he was your father, well then you were happy to have him. “Y/N, this way.” Nick’s voice rang out with an authority you’d never heard before; you guessed he was a little annoyed at you keeping him waiting and that way why he was basically barking orders at you. You followed him down a corridor and into a room, where there sat a group of people, some of them you recognized some that you didn’t.

“Alright, everyone. Y/N as you all know is the daughter and as the threats on her life are very real you will be looking after her. “ Fury explained. “Bucky, you’ll be taking the lead on this one; you’ll be her body guard while Odinson, Barton you will be around to offer back up should Bucky need it. Rogers, Romanoff, you’ll be with me. Banner, you continue assisting the FBI with interrogation and any possible leads.”

You stood there in silence as the man beside you barked orders, everyone nodded their heads and as soon as he Nick made it clear he was done, the group stood up. The man with the blue eyes making a bee line to Fury as the others moved toward you. “How are you feeling now?” Steve asked with a small grin. “I bet it was a lot to take in right?” He asked causing you to nod softly. “Yeah, it was… wait, you.” Looking at the red headed girl she grinned. “Nice to see you again Y/N, I’m glad I got there in time. Hope the gun didn’t scare you too much. I’m Natasha.” Shaking her hand you grinned and then watched as the two excused themselves.

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Bruce. I’d love to talk more but the FBI will get angry if I’m not there soon. I hope to get to know you however.” Shaking his hand you smiled softly. “Sir, can I talk to you in private.” You could hear the blue eyed man, who you were starting to assume was Bucky talking to Nick behind you as the last two guards came over. “I’m Thor, you are a beautiful woman.” Your cheeks instantly flushed at his words. “Thank you Thor… Oh my god, Clint?”

“No Bucky, you can talk to me here. What is it?”

“Hey Y/N, it’s been a while.” He moved forward and wrapped his arms around you hugging you tightly, you couldn’t believe it. It was him, it was Clint, he still smelt the same, still looked the same. Growing up he was that guy you’d always wanted but could never have, and now he was there helping protect you.

“With all due respect sir, I don’t want to be a glorified baby sitter, make one of the lowers do it.”

Your eyes turned from Clint to Bucky, you couldn’t blame him for not wanting to look after you. “Don’t mind Buck, he’s just got a stick up his butt… Plus you did punch him.” Clint said with a small laugh looking at you. “You’ve not changed at all.” Looking away from where Bucky stood fighting with Nick, back to Clint you grinned. “Neither have you, apart from… where did you get that muscle from? You used to be a twig.” You teased giggling softly.

“I don’t care Bucky, orders are orders and you will take them, and you will like them!”

Nick stormed out after that, leaving Clint and Thor to make comments about having to catch up with the boss, before rushing out after him. Looking down at your hands, you weren’t sure what to say now. Bucky didn’t want to look after you; did that mean he wouldn’t do a good job? Slowly you glanced up at him, taking in his appearance again. He was really handsome; his short hair slicked, his piercing blue eyes, he could’ve been a model with Steve. Maybe things wouldn’t be that bad.

Swallowing hard you watched him for a moment until he looked up at you. “Yes?” He snapped causing you to feel a little taken back. “Umm, I just want to say, sorry for punching you.” Bucky let out a frustrated sigh as he moved closer to you. “I’m going to make one thing clear to you right now, alright?” Nodding softly you felt your heart beating faster as he moved closer and you caught his aftershave. He smelt amazing, looked amazing. Was there anything wrong with this guy?

“I don’t want to do this, but I have to. To make my job easier you will do everything I say without question got it?” Oh right, his attitude, there it was. The one problem with this guy was his damn attitude. “Yes, crystal clear.” You uttered looking at him. “Good, now come on. I’m taking you home.” A look of confusion appeared on your face. “I thought I’d be staying here…” You questioned, causing him to scoff. “No, you’re not exactly worthy to stay here.” He chuckled walking out the door expecting you to follow him.

Letting out a gentle sigh, you looked around the room one last time, before following Bucky out and down the corridor. This was going to be hell if he was going to be rude like this the whole time, you couldn’t help but hope that they caught the guys threatening your life sooner rather than later, the less time you had to spend with this man the better. You told yourself as your eyes moved to his ass, to which you noticed was a very nice one. “Hurry up!” He snapped, looking over his shoulder at you, causing you to move quicker. “This is going to be a long few days.” You mumbled, allowing your eyes to look at his butt one last time as a treat, as you exited the building with your secret service bodyguard.

Things were certainly going to be different now.

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imagine-it-like-this · 7 years

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Title: Terms of Endearment Characters: Rowena, Sam, Dean, Castiel, reader Relationships: Rowena/reader Genres: Romance Warnings: /

It had become a custom for the Winchesters to call Rowena when they needed help with something extremely nasty they couldn't deal with on their own.

You weren't all that fond of her constant exposure to danger, but she always assured you you had nothing to worry about. She was a witch, almost four centuries old and one of the most powerful ones alive. There weren't that many things that could cause her permanent harm, especially now that she had that Resurrection Seal on her thigh.

She could get hurt, yes, but if someone wanted her dead, they would have to try a little harder.

As her student, you always tagged along, observing her as she worked, and sometimes even lending a hand with a spell or a ritual if she required so. You weren't all that confident in your abilities; you could do simple spells quite decently, and throwing hex bags and uttering single words was an easy task, but anything that required power you still didn't have and talent you were still developing was a huge no.

Unless you asked Rowena, of course. According to her, you were learning fast and the power you held was immense – you just had to learn how to properly harness it. You weren't all that convinced of that, but you were willing to take her word for it. After all, she was the one with centuries' worth of experience. If there was anyone that knew best, it was her.

She had never lied to you before, and you had no reason to believe she'd lie about something as important as this.

The monster the Winchesters needed help was a nasty one. That was supported by the fact that, alongside you and Rowena, they'd also summoned Castiel and Crowley. The more, the merrier. And more powerful.

You noticed Dean subtly eyeing you while Rowena was explaining her spell, and you kept your eyes firmly on your girl, not daring to meet his glance.

You used to be a hunter. That was how you met and eventually befriended the brothers. With time you decided to leave that life behind you, instead dedicating your life to studying witchcraft. After years of being an unhappy hunter and suppressing your natural gifts of magic, you realized being a witch was your true calling.

And honestly, going after supernatural creatures while being one yourself was blatantly hypocritical, and if there was one thing you weren't, it was a hypocrite.

It was Rowena who convinced you to embrace your natural talents instead of suppressing them, who helped you realize your full potential and encouraged you to follow your nature instead of nurture.

Ignoring the Winchesters' warnings about her being dangerous and untrustworthy, you befriended her. You didn't let her being a monster, as hunters considered all those that weren't quite human, stop you from making her your friend. You knew better than to judge a book by its cover, and you weren't going to let prejudice stop you from getting to know someone who turned out to be not quite as bad as they presented themselves as.

Instead of being mean, you treated Rowena with respect. Listened to her problems. Offered a word of advice. Asked her for advice of her own. Soon enough you were friends, and as you got to know her softer side, the one she kept hidden from the world for she'd been hurt too many times to be openly vulnerable, you found yourself growing rather fond of her. Too fond for it to be just mere friendship.

It took Lucifer killing her and Amara frightening her for her to realize her place was with you, just as yours was with her. It turned out she knew what you felt for her, and she felt the very same; she just wasn't sure how to properly express it, for that signature pride of hers made sure to keep her quiet until she could no longer take it.

Sam and Dean disapproved of your friendship from the very start. When you told them you decided to embrace your magical heritage, they were far from happy. They trusted you to do good, as you had all this time, but they weren't huge fans of magic and they made no effort to hide how they really felt.

Sam had eventually come around to you being Rowena's apprentice, but Dean was still less than thrilled. He warmed up to her with time, especially after she helped him regain his memories, but still, she was a witch, a dangerous one at that, and he didn't like the idea of you learning the craft from her, of all people. He tolerated it, but he didn't like it.

It was for that very reason that you insisted on keeping your relationship a secret. Rowena objected, wanting to show the world how great her girlfriend was. Her words, not yours. You promised you'd tell the brothers soon enough, but something always got in the way.

It wasn't that you were scared. Not at all. Rowena was in no danger from them, not now that they've become sort of frenemies. It was just that you weren't in the mood for lectures, judging looks, and snide comments.

"I'll stun him from behind, then ye lads can make yer move," Rowena explained. She made sure to send each of them a stern, decisive glare. "Don't miss."

"We won't," Sam told her. "We got this."

"Ye better," she warned.

"I don't like this," you commented, prompting everyone to look at you.

"It'll be fine, dear," Rowena assured you, sending you a sweet smile.

It's not that you didn't trust her. You did, with your life, but the monster you were hunting was a nasty one. You have never seen something like that before and, quite frankly, the thought of her being in the same room as that thing, all alone, even for just a minute, scared the hell out of you.

You remembered Lucifer, remembered her lying dead on the cold ground, remembered the fear in her eyes after she opened them and frantically looked around in search of him as you held her, happy to see her alive and well, and told her over and over again that he was gone and would never hurt her again for you would rather die than let him near her after what he'd done. You remembered her cries and nightmares that haunted her dreams. Remembered all the promises you made that nothing like that would ever happen to her again.

You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you were to break those promises.

"Are you sure, baby girl?" you inquired. "You could get hurt."

She nodded confidently. "I'm sure."

"What the hell was that?" Dean said, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

You frowned. "What?"

"That."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You just called her baby girl."

Damn it!

You swallowed, doing your best to remain calm and composed. It wasn't supposed to come out like that. You'd intended to tell them over a dinner, or maybe over a text message so you wouldn't have to look at their disapproving faces.

Any other way but this.

Taking in a deep, steady breath, you decided to do what you always did in situations like this: deny it. If your father had taught you anything, it's that when someone confronts you with something you did, you should vehemently deny it and pretend nothing happened. If it worked for your asshole dad, it should work for you.

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did," Dean insisted.

You weren't your asshole dad, it seemed. Strange, for all your life you'd been hearing about how you're just like him.

"Did not."

"Did, too!"

"You did," Sam cut in.

"See? Even Sam heard you," Dean said with a proud grin.

"I've also heard you say it," Castiel added.

"Whose side are you on?" you said, causing him to awkwardly shrug and turn his head away to avoid your deadly glare.

"Wish I didn't," Crowley deadpanned, the look on his face that of pure and utter disgust.

"Oh, shut it, Fergus," Rowena snapped.

Dean looked back and forth between you and your witch. "So, what, you two a thing now?"

"Yeah. We are!" you exclaimed.

You were sick of hiding, sick of sneaking around and pretending to be just friends. Rowena deserved better than that. She was willing to swallow her pride to allow herself to love you and care for you like no one ever had. You knew how difficult it was for her to, after centuries of betrayal and solitude, let someone see her for who she really was: sweet and gentle, just like everyone else, a person with feelings and strengths and faults she'd been keeping locked away for the majority of her life.

And how did you repay her? By hiding her like a shameful, dirty secret. It wasn't fair; not to you, and certainly not to Rowena. If your friends had any issues with your relationship, that was their problem, not yours.

"So what?"

"Since when?" Dean asked.

"Since none of yer business, wiener boy," Rowena told him.

He shot her a look. "That better not mean what I think it means."

"Oh, it does," she purred like a vicious kitten.

"Since sometime before we confronted Amara," you explained, interrupting their banter.

"That explains the change in Rowena's behavior," Castiel noted.

Rowena shot him a glare. "Hey!"

He frowned. "It's true. You've been… kinder than usual. It was odd."

She rolled her eyes at his comment, but the corner of her lips curled into a subtle smile. She'd never say it out loud, but you knew she was happy with her change. She genuinely wanted to do better, be better, and now, with you by her side, holding her hand as she walked through the dark, she could do just that.

Castiel turned to you. "Now I understand why you were so mad at Crowley when he left her with Lucifer."

"Mad?" Crowley growled. "She bloody punched me in the face!"

"You deserved it!" you told him. "He could've killed her!"

"Okay," Dean said, taking in slow, steady breaths before swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. "This is… wow."

"Why do you even care?" you asked. "We're friends. I love you guys very much. All of you."

You looked at Crowley, prompting him to roll his eyes. What could you say? The guy was a bastard, but you were fond of him. Not to mention, he was your girlfriend's son. Son she both detested and loved, but still, he was her son, and even if you despised him, you would have had to find a way to at least tolerate him.

"But what and who I do is, frankly, none of your business. This is exactly why I kept it a secret all this time. I knew you'd look at me like that, Dean. I knew it. But I don't care anymore. If you really are my friends, you'll accept this."

Rowena reached for your hand, giving it a loving squeeze, her own, silent way of saying: "I'm proud of you."

Castiel send you a friendly smile. You wouldn't have expected anything less from him. He may not have been Rowena's biggest fan, but if there was anyone who knew anything about second chances, it was him. "I'm very happy for you," he said.

You pulled on a smile of your own. "Thank you."

He threw his arms around you, pulling you into a tight, awkward hug. "Always use protection when you fornicate. I find angel blades to be incredibly useful."

"Thank you, Castiel. Tha-that's real good advice."

He pulled back, proudly grinning from ear to ear. "I'm glad to be of assistance."

"I'm sorry if we've ever given the impression we'd be against your relationship," Sam said humbly.

"Yeah," Dean added. "I mean, I'm not exactly ecstatic about this, but you're right. It's your life, your decision. I may not be Rowena's biggest fan, but she's, um, not that bad. I guess."

"Aww, ye love me, don't ye, squirrel boy?" Rowena teased, a playful smile flickering on her lips.

Dean raised his forefinger. "Don't push it. I'll admit, I may have judged you unfairly. You helped us, and Y/N is our friend, and if she's happy, who am I to rain on her parade?" He giggled at his own pun. "Parade."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help smiling. If you'd known they'd be this supportive, you would've told them sooner. "So you're cool with it?"

"We're cool," he said.

"Yeah," Sam confirmed.

"You guys…" You pulled them into a quick hug, giving each a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you so much. You have no idea how happy this makes me."

Crowley cleared his throat. "I have a question," he said. You mentally prepared yourself, because of fucking course he did. "Out of everyone on this bloody planet, why'd you have to go for her?"

"Because she's not everyone," you said simply, not willing to go into detail. If you started rambling, it would take days to convey your thoughts into all the appropriate words

There were many things you loved about Rowena, many things you admired and cherished, but the one that stood out above all others was the fact that she was her own person. There was no one out there quite like her, so dark and light at the same time, a perfect balance of destructive and caring. She was a force to be reckoned with and a cuddly kitten all at once, and it was that very fact that made her so irresistible.

Crowley scoffed at your reply, but allowed his lips to form a small smile. "I better not see any mushy stuff."

He had a funny way of expressing his support for your relationship, but you smiled nonetheless.

"Don't look, then," Rowena said, and, in a flash, her lips were on yours, locked in a hungry kiss.

And, suddenly, everything was right in the world.

Huge thanks to my awesome, incredible, crazy talented friend @apritelleorai for helping me edit this piece. Love you so much, girl! ♥

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talkagency · 5 years

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og-doubletrouble-kinnie · 5 years

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Marx Mem

Aighty this is long and it gets a bit dark I guess? Idk its a panic attack mem so.. Warned ig

After a really bad day at the news station (Katie and other various bosses being total fucking dicks. Writing 3 whole news reports in a single day AND Having to take care of food stuffs for the day cause our intern fucking d ied or something) I stumbled home fucking exhausted.

Pretty much the moment I get inside my apartment bastard speaks up "I can't believe you're tired. You barely did anything today."

I tilt my head back and forth and in a mocking tone I talk back "oh sure writing three full length news stories in a single day while making sure the staff is fed and keeping Katie off my damn back is nothing. Su r e"

I pull my gloves off, untie my bowtie and pull off my jacket as I head to the bathroom. Just wanna shower and pass the fuck out, I don't care that it's like 5pm, I deserve a damn nap. I realize I'm far to exausted to stay awake for an entire shower so I just opt for cleaning my face and hoping I dont just conk out on my bathroom floor.

I stand infront of the sink and just space out staring at the faucet for at least a minute. When I snap back to reality I look to my mirror- Surprised to see my actual reflection for a moment before bastard pops up. "Katie was right you know. You're such a slacker~ And you don't write nearly enough stories for her! The head anchor. Sure Tom is nicer to you but he shouldn't be doing the most talking! Keep the camera on Katie, Marx!! You're a man of taste, you know that everyone just tunes in for Katies chest- Hell thats why you tune in. 'Course you already know everything she's gonna say. Unless she throws your script away, like she really should every time cause you write utter filth. I'm surprised she even tries to read the mess you give her each day."

I honestly just stare tiredly into the mirror as he goes on and on, nodding occasionally cause I'm tired enough to believe him. His words blur out at this point and I manage to splash my face with water before tiredly making the stupidest comment I could possibly make while bastard is really active, "God I wish Angel and Bee were here-"

And bastard laughs at me. "Now why could you possibly want that???"

"Oh I dunno maybe it's cause I'm exhausted and curling up with my hoard seems really fucking nice, you pathetic piece of shit."

"Ah yeah I'm the 'piece of shit' have ya seen yourself lately?"

"Oh I'd love to but you seem to always take my reflections place."

"Oh wow Marxy has a bite now, huh?"

I glare into the mirror "Don't call me that."

"Why? Cause your precious little Angel gave it to ya? C'mon Marxy lighten up, it's not like I'm real."

I roll my eyes. Again with the "not real" thing, huh? Okay yeah sure. "Yeah, them being here would be great... I'd love to ignore you for the night." I turn from the mirror, ready to go sleep but-

He seems to not like when I want to ignore him... Cause- well thats when he brings out the big guns "What makes you think they want to be here?"

I freeze... He usually doesn't get to me like this... But ya know- I'm exhausted.. And hearing that one sentence makes my mind swarm with all the things Angel and Bee could be saying about me- about how much they could hate me... I can't shake it away with logic cause it practically doesnt exist in this moment. I turn back to the mirror. "I- I don't-"

"Exactly. There's no reason for either of them to want to be around you."

"Y- yeah-" I nod slowly and lean against the wall, glancing at the mirror for a moment before looking to the floor.

"I mean, just look at you! You're pathetic!"

I listen and look back to the mirror, my reflection is back. My eye bags are huge, my hairs a mess (more so than usual), he's right. I look pathetic... Of course I do. I always do... I slide down the wall, mostly due to my legs being to tired to hold me up, but also cause it's where I belong. The floor is the proper home for someone who looks like such trash.

"Do you really think they care about you? Oh sure Angel's stopped taking blood but who's to say thats his choice? He probably stopped cause Charlies buckling down on his drug problems~ If thats the case, then why would he bother to still have sex with you? Maybe you've somehow convinced him you're the only one he should be with? How cruel... Why should you hold him back? Why even bother talking to him when you're so controlling and possessive??"

I bring my knees closer to my chest, instinctively curling up to try and block him out. I try to mumble a stop but only manage a small squeak. I feel my claws digging into my arms but dont do anything to stop it.

"Oh and Dont even get me started on Bee! You're clearly manipulating him too! Why else would he call you "boss"? Why else would he do nearly anything you ask of him? Oh sure he could easily take you down if he found a problem with you, but what if you're all he has? He puts up with your constant abuse because he thinks he can't get anyone else? Do you really think he wants to put up with you? That either of them do?"

I shake my head. I dont know if I'm answering him if trying to refuse it.

"Just look at what happened with Baxter. How long until you somehow corrupt them aswell?"

"B-"

"Pfft- Surely you didnt think Baxters actions were his own?? My my, Marx I knew you were stupid but I didnt realize it was that bad. You obviously made Baxter feel inferior, even you knew that. But you never dealt with it. You let it fester and grow. I bet you just loved watching Baxter hate himself all because of you? Don't try to deny me, Marxy. I know it all, its so incredibly obvious I'm surprised nobodies figured it out yet... Then again, if you cant even figure this out about yourself, then maybe your friends have the intelligence of rocks!"

Now I feel a few tears run down my cheeks and go to wipe them- But.. Well I suppose I've broken skin on my arms cause I just smear blood on my face.

"Oh nice job you fucking idiot. What are people gonna say when they see those scars? They'll think you're some kind of edgy teenager. Then again- you might aswell be. Constantly wanting the attention of others."

I shake my head harder, hands moving from my arms to my head "n-no... It- it was an accident-"

"Awe... But that doesn't matter Marx! The point is that you did it in the first place!"

I whimper and shake- pulling my hair hard enough that I feel I should be pulling out hairs.

I hear the faintest door in the distance- due to how muffled it sounds I assume it's a neighbors door...

Bastard.. Thankfully quiets down for a moment- I manage to move my hands back to my arms- I can't loosen their grip... But scraped up arms are easier to deal with than a scraped up head.

Then Angel comes in- "Ma- Oh my god- Bee! Bee I found him-!" Angel crouches down beside me and very carefully grabs my hands, and pulls them from my arms. "Marx wh- What happened?"

I hear bastard laugh from the mirror "You can't tell him. He won't believe you."

"I-"

Bee comes in- Fast. "Boss?!" I assume Angels tone must've scared him- and well. He scares me- I jump, grabbing my arms again and my wings pop up.

Angel grumbles "Damnit- Bee ya scared 'im-"

I scoot away before Angel can try to pry my hands free again-

"Mar-?"

"N-no no- you're- You're not supposed to be here-"

Bee crouches down by Angel, "Boss what're ya talkin 'bout?"

"Oh you're finally pushing them away now?" I glance at the mirror- bastard is just eating this up.

My hands get tighter as my eyes dart back to Angel and Bee. I stare like a deer in headlights- expecting them to.. I dont know- do.. Something...

Angel turns to Bee "Bee see if you can find some bandages- I'll... Try and calm him back down..."

Bee nods, gives me a sad/worried look then gets up and leaves the room. Angel shuffles over to me, and I instinctively push myself farther into the corner.

"Marx I'm not gonna hurt you- it's alright..."

"He's talking to you like youre an animal. He sees you as dangerous. He has every right to. You could attack at any moment."

"Sh- s hut up-"

Angel tilts his head "Wh-?"

"Awe look how cute, he thinks you're talking to him."

"Shut up"

"Mar-" He looks concerned... Possibly scared..

"You're scaring him~ Of course you are... You probably scare him often.."

I shoot up, yelling toward the mirror "I said shUT UP!!!" I hear a loud thud and suddenly my hand hurts- I punched my wall...

Theres a small crash in the kitchen and Bee comes running in, holding a roll of bandages- I look down to Angel- And yeah.. He looks scared- So does Bee- I drop my hand from the wall and back away the few inches I can without stumbling into my bath-

"C-can't... Can't you hear it" I try not to physically cringe at how... Pathetic I sound

I hear bastard laugh, and Bee and Angel exchange a confused look.

"Hear... What, Boss?"

"I- it. The voice. I- I can't- I can't be the only one-" One hand goes back to my hair.

"Oh you sad, sad man..."

Angel gets up and comes over to me- Grabbing the hand in my hair and pulling it down before I can start pulling. "Marxy.... Hun- Are you alright...?" He lowers me onto the side of the tub.

I stare at the floor, squinting slightly "I-... I don't???"

Angel gestures at Bee, he steps over, handing Angel the bandage roll then sitting next to me. He puts a hand on my back, rubbing small circles.

"Let me see your arms, Marxy-"

With the extra exhaustion from the panic attack I just tiredly listen to him, flopping my arms on my lap- my wings vanishing. Angel starts wrapping them up. I feel myself yawn, and I lean on Bee, he moves from rubbing my back to putting his two arms on that side around me. I feel myself starting to doze off- but I'm still jumping awake each time.

When Angel finishes wrapping my arms, he picks me up and heads for the bed. I glare at the bandages, My tired dragon brain doesn't like them... So I bite at them- Or at least I try but Angel baps my nose. "Don't you even try, Mister."

I tiredly whine and grumble, flopping into Angels chest. "B u t.... I dont-"

"I dont care if ya don't like 'em, you need to heal and bitin your bandages aint gonna help."

Angel sets me down on the bed and I pbbthh at him. Him and Bee climb in on either side of me and I yawn again.

"Sounds like ya need to sleep, Boss-"

"Mmrmm..." I roll over and face Bee, "No shit... Katie n the others worked me like a dog t'day..." I shove my face into the Matress

"Don't they overwork you every day?"

"Ye s it was just worse this time"

I feel Bee pat my back a few times, and Angel cuddles up to my side and starts talkin, "Well we wanted to go to the bar- But a nap sounds pretty nice instead..."

Bee hums in agreement- he doesn't lay down though... Just stays sitting next to me and keeps a hand on my back.

There's a few moments of silence, but I eventually pass out.

#nervouswreck #tw blood #tw panic attack

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Because I’m salty about dreamworks leaving out a ton of Lance’s dialouge in the ‘The Tale of Lance and the Dragon’ motion comic videos, I went through all six videos with my copy of the comics and documented every change, addition, and subtraction from the original source. (These comics.)

It is super long, and took me about three hours to make sure I had everything write, so I’m cutting it into six parts, one for each video. (And I’ll make more when the ones for the other two comics comes out.

[1.1] [1.2] [2.1] [2.2] [3.1] [3.2] [4.1] [4.2] [5.1] [5.2]

Key: Bold means the line was left out.

Italics means a line was in the comics, but it’s been changed.

Will be the original line.

Underlined via means of a hyper link will mean the text was added.

I’ll bullet point if the order of the lines has been changed.

And a second will tell the correct order of the lines.

(Anything in parenthesis is something I have added to give any insight to a line)

Comic 1 Video: Shakedown at the Fripping Bulgogian 1

Narrator: The exploits you’re about to witness take place immediately after the events of Voltron: Legendary Defender episode 108: Rebirth

Narrator: This issue’s story takes place immediately after the events of Voltron, episode 108: “Rebirth.”

Hunk: This was supposed to be a training exercise!

Narrator: The day before

Coran: Is there anything we can get for you before we leave, Princess?

Allura: Coran, I am fine. I needn’t be doted upon like a—

Allura: …ah… ah… (With a panel that makes her seem like she’s in pain)

Allura: …All right perhaps I am a bit off-color.

Coran: Returning life to an entire Bulmera is nothing to sneeze at.

Shiro: Take your time and rest up. We’ll only be gone for a day or so.

Allura: And where are you going again?

Hunk: Coran says he’s going to take us to some kind of training grounds.

Keith: Hmm. That should be real exciting.

Lance: Yeah, relax Princess. You won’t be missing anything.

Lance: Except me.

Allura: *groans* Now I am ill.

Pidge: So Coran, what is this place you’re taking us?

Coran: The Karthulian system, the ancient training grounds of the original paladins. The planets there have a variety of extreme natural environments to test your piloting skills.

Coran: The volcanic world of Yendailian requires lightning reflexes to survive its deadly blasts.

Coran: The volcanic world of Yendailian is constantly exploding, requiring lightning-fast reflexes to survive its deadly blasts.

Coran: The sweeping blizzards on ice planet Bluve will force you to fly blind through its crystal spires.

Coran: The sweeping blizzards on ice planet Bluve will force you to fly blind as you try to maneuver through the blue crystal spires.

Coran: Then there’s the shifting sands of Niloofar, that create living obstacle courses.

Coran: Then there are the shifting sands of Niloofar. High winds create moving columns- living obstacle courses.

Coran: Weaving through Griezian Sur is hard enough, but avoiding the Muldoks is nearly impossible.

Coran: Weaving through the rainforest of Griezian Sur at speed is hard enough, but avoiding the constant barrages of the Muldoks is nearly impossible.

Coran: The labyrinthine caves of Talwar Six were created by giant space wombeasts before they began their mating cycle migration four million years ago.

Coran: You’ve never seen hairpin turns ‘til you’ve seen a wombeast tunnel!

Shiro: Sounds great. Where should we start?

Coran: There!

Keith: What’s down there, some kind of mud tornado?

Pidge: It looks like a rust storm.

Coran: No, it’s a gravy halo.

Hunk: A gravy halo? *laughs* I’d thought I’d never see one of those until I got to heaven!

Coran: If you mean a place that serves breaded turtle scallions by the dozens, then this might be heaven!

Lance: Or if you go in there, heaven might be your night stop.

Shiro: Coran, where are you taking us?

Coran: THE FRIPPING BULGOGIAN!

Pidge: What is it?

Coran: Only the best nuvillary in the fourteen tangents!

Hunk: It looks kinda dangerous.

Coran: This has always been a favorite paladin hangout. It’s not dangerous.

Lance: We just saw someone get thrown out of a window.

Coran: Oh that’s not a window. The air inside is so greasy that you can just see through the walls.

Coran: Ha looks like they’ve just refurbished.

Coran: Follow me, I want to show you something.

Hunk: The meat must be tender, a lot of these things don’t have teeth.

Pidge: That one does!

Keith: I can’t tell if he’s smiling or snarling.

Coran: That’s a Tronagan. They’re always smarling. They’re happiest being angry.

Coran: Excuse me gentlemen, but I believe you’re at our table.

Alien sitting at the table: I’m sittin’ here now, Mustache. That makes it my table.

Hunk, Can’t we just order some crab puffs and you know, talk about it?

Coran: Well I beg to differ, but if you’ll just check right here…

Coran: See what it says here? Alfor.

Coran: Names in red, green, blue, yellow, and black. Five assigned seats, and none of them is for you.

Alien, now standing at the table: Yeah? Who’s they for?

Kythylian mu: The paladins of Voltron!

Alien: Wuh-oh. Time to cheese it, fellas!

Coran: Well I’ll be a wabble’s plonk!

Coran: Kythylian Mu!

Kythylian Mu: *laughs* Coran, Coran, the gamblin’ man!

Coran: Is that Karvallian there? The last time I saw him he was just a little grimble.

Kythylian Mu: Yeah, they grow up fast. How long’s it been?

Coran: Ten thousand years.

Kythylian Mu: Ten thousand years. My my. Where does it go?

Coran: And this is Kythylian Mu, entrepreneur, raconteur, nunville aficionado, and the current mu of this quadrant.

Pidge: Wait, this…littler one is over ten thousand years old?

Coran: Oh, Kythylian, let me introduce you to the new paladins of Voltron. This is Lance, Hunk, Pidge, Keith and Shiro.

These two lines are originally the other way around.

Coran: Pidge, the mu typically live over a hundred thousand years before they convert to their gaseous phase.

Kythylian Mu: Unless they eat the pepper-fried wokfrat here, then it comes on a little quicker.

Kythylian Mu: Kinda scrawny, ain’t they?

Pidge: HEY!

Coran: Well, they just started. I haven’t put them through all their training yet.

Kythylian Mu: I don’t care how much training they get. Nothing can prepare them for that paladin lunch you cook up.

Hunk: I know, right?

Coran: It builds muscle and character!

Coran: Anyway, we’re here to run the planet course in the lions.

Kythylian Mu: Yeah? ‘Cause when I was informed you were coming back to the Bul, I assumed it was to lay our unfished business to rest. Or am I mistook?

Shiro: What does it mean, to be the mu of this quadrant?

Kythylian Mu: The mu is kind of a family organization. We make sure things in a territory are run in a certain way, standards are kept…

Kythylian Mu: …Debts are paid in a timely fashion.

Coran: Ohhhh. Sorry, I was in cryo sleep for ten thousand years. I completely forgot.

Keith: Forgot what?

Kythylian Mu: Coran used to be a pretty big supporter of the Melgregian Fitzers.

Coran: Best humple tug team on the sprat! Whatever happened to Ig Crater? He could really welt the haver.

Kythylian Mu: Killed by Zarkon.

Coran: Oh.

Kythylian Mu: Pretty much the whole league got executed when the galra empire attacked ultimate conflux twenty-three.

Kythylian Mu: ANywho, Coran was pretty sure the ol’fitzers were gonna be humple tug champs. So much so that he put down five Altean crown bills on the match.

Coran: Ah, well, I think I might have that in my pocket… Here!

Coran: Five groggeries.

Kythylian Mu: Well, that’s a start. There’s just a few problems. One, these bills are worthless. The whole universe runs on GAC these days.

Lance: Uh, GAC?

Kythylian Mu: Galra authorized currency. Two, you owed five bills ten thousand years ago. But that’s compounded weekly, plus the juice has been running, then if you adjust for inflation…

Kythylian Mu: …Well let’s just say if I impounded all the lions in the parking lot and sold them to Zarkon at double what they’re worth, it’d still be less than you owe me now.

Coran: But, Kythylian… Can’t we just let this one slide? For old time’s sake?

Kythylian Mu: Aw, Coran. You know…

Kythylian Mu: Lettin’ things slide ain’t the mu way.

Shiro: Put him down!

End of Video 1 (Time: 3:29)

#text #voltron #hunk #lance #keith #pidge #shiro #allura #coran #They're taking out a lot #though i can see why they did the changes #voltron motion comic transcript

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