palmetto state foxes » nicholas esteban hemmick ∟ it’s about family. not necessarily the one we were born with, but the one we chose. this one, the people we trust to be part of our lives. the people we care about.
authors note: I absolutely loved making this. Jeff is an angel that deserved better.
“Mom, Jeff is here to help me study for history!” You said as you took your boyfriends hand and lead him upstairs to your room.
“Keep the door open.” She yelled after you.
“Mom!” You grunted earning a chuckle from Jeff.
You closed the door to your room against your mothers wishes.
You two had a big history test coming up so you decided you would study together. You lay stomach down on your bed with books and notes surrounding you two.
He pushed a piece of hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. He smiled. “Can I kiss you?”
“No.” I smiled. “Do your work and then we’ll talk about it.”
“God damn, woman.” Jeff mumbled and then began reading his textbook. You giggled and began reading over your notes.
You continued reading and quizzing each other in information for about an hour. You were once again reading and the room was silent. You subconsciously moved your hand to the nape of his neck and began playing with the hair on the back of his neck.
You hadn’t realized what you were doing until the action drew a low moan from the boy next to you. Looking over at your boyfriend you realized he was already looking at you. With a swift moment, he flipped your body over so you were lying on your back.
Jeff’s eyes scanned your face before he pressed his lips to yours. You automatically kissed back. Your hands moved back up to his neck and played with his hair while his hand moved to your face.
“Y/N have you seen my—okay you are making out with my friend.” Clay looked away laughing.
You pulled away from Jeff and sat up fixing each others hair. “Jesus, Clay. Knock much?” You giggle.
“Sorry…Wow this is just so wired. My twin sister and my friend.” He says and you and Jeff burst out laughing.
“Yeah well get used to it, Jensen. She’s a keeper.” Jeff says putting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him.
“Glad you two are happy.” Your twin said before he left leaving you to and Jeff to continue what you left off. ;)
Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].
“You look exhausted,” Daisy commented as you shrugged in response, adjusting the beanie on your head before bracing the cold weather waiting outside. Leaving the building, the both of you walked along the bustling streets of Manhattan, making your way to a nearby coffee shop. “Didn’t get enough sleep last night?”
Your eyes flickering over to your friend, you nodded your head. “Yeah…I just had a lot on my mind,” you remarked casually, trying not to let the events of last night pervade your thoughts once more.
They say brows should be sisters not twins, but my brows are more like the conjoined twin challenge from season 7 of RuPaul’s Drag Race. My right one is Pearl, the beautiful child beauty pageant winner. My left one is Trixie, the one that didn’t get enough nutrients in the womb and whose mom didn’t bother to put sunscreen on her, but still has a chance to make it back in the race.
So I realized that the Reggie tag is dry afand since Reggie Mantle own’s this ass I decided to write a lil’ something. Forgive for the grammatical errors, English is not my first language. This is basically just the intro of the story? So, part 2?Enjoy :)
The one where you are in love with your best friend but is in complete denial, and that will be your downfall but not if your red headed bestfriend, Cheryl, can help it.
Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.
Cherie Currie of The Runaways (right), with her twin sister Marie and Vicki Razorblade, 1977, by Brad Elterman (who was in high school with Vicki). “I think of this photo in my dreams and it reminds me of my youth. We were all from the San Fernando Valley. Some of us escaped and others never left.”
Imagine Nursey is touch-starved, but a little insecure about it and Dex is uncomfortable with PDA (It's none of their damn business anyway)
Hey, I…..got carried away. Here is 2.5k of NurseyDex cuddling! Hope you enjoy!
Dex had resolved upon his return to Samwell for his sophomore year to give Derek a chance.
They’d finally had the impending blowout that’d been building all year, and it had been… revealing, challenging.
Things had been said on both sides that were – not worth dwelling on. But, some of what Derek had said, voice raw, hair disheveled, eyes raging, no veneer of “chill” to be found, had been a wakeup call:
Will had a temper
Will shut people out - his classmates, his teammates, even his friends
Will seemed to openly support policy-makers that would keep his friends living in the margins
Will could do this because, whether he decided to own up to his bi-curiosity or not, Will was a white man
And while he’d called Nursey out on being a judgmental asshole, he’d also been a little floored by how raw, how hurt Nurse had seemed by Will’s standoffishness (dislike). It was jarring to realize that anything that he did even mattered to his d-man. He himself had been frustrated by Derek’s almost immediate disapproval, but everything about Mr. Andover-Manhattan had seemed to scream unshakable nonchalance.
But, by the end of their argument Dex had seen mirrored in Nursey’s eyes the same frustrating desire to be acknowledged and accepted that he was all too used to wrestling with himself. It was clear that Nursey had just had more practice hiding it than Dex had ever had to learn.
That look had pricked at Will’s conscience throughout the summer. Even after he’d apologized, he knew that something was going to have to change. He couldn’t justify causing anyone to feel self-conscious or unvalued, not if he was aware of it and could do something about it.
So, Dex had decided to just try with Nurse this year.
It meant he spent more time watching Nursey. Derek Nurse, he’d realized, would never willingly give away a weakness if he could (relatable, actually). So, if he was going to keep from losing his temper with Derek, he’d have to watch him. Watch for the glint in his eye that meant he was joking. Watch for the crease between his brows that meant he was tired. Watch for the biting of his thumb which meant he was nervous. Just watch him for any little sign of humanity that might make him make sense.
That’s why he noticed it:
The longing looks as Ransom and Holster snuggled…everywhere
The bittersweet edge to his smile when Shitty swooped Jack into an epic celly hug
The disappointment when Chowder pulled away during couch time to go hang out with Farmer
Dex, used to being around his own large and tactile family, recognized that familiar, touch-starved itch when he saw it.
It nearly drove him crazy last year, but his oldest sister had come down a few times for business and insisted on squeezing in as many sibling snuggles as she could.
But, Nursey doesn’t have siblings, and – as awesome and supportive as their team can be – it’s pretty clear that Derek’s not getting what he needs there, and that he’s likely too shy to ask.
Luckily for Derek, Dex’s sister doesn’t have a business trip planned for another few months and Dex, well, he likes efficiency. With one act he can 1.) stop watching Derek mope, 2.) meet his own snuggling quota 3.) maybe start mending the breach between them.
A year of roadies, shared classes, and group texting has taught him that Friday at noon is pretty universally acknowledged as NapTime™, at least among the SMH.
So, at 11:40, Dex changes into his softest sweats, his fuzziest socks, and the pre-laundered double-blended SMH tee he knows Bitty helped Lardo pick out, and heads over to Nurses dorm.
His timing is impeccable.
Nursey answers the door already groggy and cotton-clad. Dex barely gives him time to voice his confused query before pushing him backwards through the door.
“Dex, man, what the hell?”
Dex doesn’t even pause, just plops himself onto Nursey’s bed and starts pulling off his shoes.
After getting both shoes off and tucked neatly under the bed, Dex takes off his hoodie and throws it over the back of the chair by the desk.
“Yes, it is NapTime™. And you are here.”
Dex steals himself and looks up, meets Nursey’s very sleepy, very confused eyes. His lips twitch as he takes in the chill-less pout on his d-man’s face.
“Yes, Derek. To sleep.” He says it slowly. Nursey’s eyes narrow at the insinuation that he’s somehow the lost party here.
Dex merely shrugs and kicks his feet up onto the bed, laces his fingers behind his head and stares Nursey down.
He’s left Derek room on the inside of the bed, but the narrow twin bed the dorm’s come with mean that the only way they’re both fitting is for grade A snuggling.
Derek’s pout deepens as he tries to process what’s happening here, but Dex can see that either the invitation or the need to sleep is quickly superseding Derek’s needs for answers.
“This isn’t… You’re not gonna like… Gah – You did come over here to sleep in my bed, right?”
“And this isn’t a prank?”
Derek’s eyes flick over Dex’s face before he nods and shuffles toward the bed.
“I don’t know what’s happening here, but you forfeited chirping rights when you crawled in my bed. And judgement. You don’t get to judge me for –” he waves his hands around ineffectually. His eyes are already starting to close again.
“Yeah, ok. No judging. Now, get in bed.” Dex tugs at Nursey’s shirt, and Nursey stumbles and then tumbles over and onto Dex. And, instead of shifting over and away, snuggles further into Dex’s shoulder.
“No judging,” he hears Nursey mumble into his shoulder.
Dex sighs, content, and pulls his other hand from under Derek to sink into Nursey’s curls.
“Good night, Nurse.”
Dex wakes up to the feeling of Nursey attempting to burrow even further into him, burying his head even further into the crook under Dex’s chin.
“Settle down,” Dex grumbles.
His only reply is a groan and a tightening of Nurse’s arms around him. His sighs, content, briefly believing he be able to settle back into sleep. However, it takes less than a moment to understand why Nurse had been trying to hide away.
“You gotta get it. Alarm’s just gonna keep ringing.”
“Me neither, but you set it for a reason.”
“Mmm. Study group.”
“For your chemistry class. You gotta go.”
Dex feels more than sees Nurse’s head pop up. He rests his chiseled (read: bony) chin on Dex’s chest.
“You’ve got that project due soon.”
“I know that. Why do you?”
“Because you’ve been whining about it in the group text. A lot.”
Nursey’s still in that sleep-vulnerable place where emotions flit unchecked across his face. Dex watches the surprise play out over Derek’s face, his green eyes finally narrowing.
“You never read the group text.”
“Wrong,” Dex clears his throat. “I never talk in the group text.”
“Mmm,” Dex can feel Nursey’s hum vibrating through his own chest. “So you’ve been lurking. Like a creep.”
And in the space of a three words Dex can feel the familiar burn of his own temper rising up. His cheeks burn. He’s not a fucking creep. The group just moves so fast sometimes, and the jokes get so barbed or so obscure that –
“Just like Jack, man.” Derek’s finally dislodged his bony chin from Dex’s chest to nuzzle one last time into Dex’s shoulder. “Just quietly collecting info on everyone only to come out of the blue with a wicked burn when least expected.”
Derek’s body unfurls into one long stretch that presses along Will’s side before he pushes himself up from the bed, a grin flashing across his face as he starts swapping out his sweats for jeans.
Dex watches from the bed as Nursey pulls his oversized t-shirt over his head in one smooth motion. He shakes his head as he rifles around his dressers. The muscles of his back pull and bunch under bronze skin.
“Who fucking knew,” he hears Derek say, almost under his breath. “Will Poindexter, man of fucking mystery.”
Ridiculously chiseled abs disappear under a tight, white t-shirt. The t-shirt disappears under what’s surely a ridiculously expensive flannel.
Derek turns back to the bed where Dex has…..ridiculously been staring….unmoving.
“Feel free to stay as long as you want, man,” Derek says. He runs a hand through his curls. His shirt rises; he pulls it back down, covering the cut V of his hips over his jeans. “The door locks on its own.”
He spins, hip checks the dresser, curses, and grabs his bag.
“The door’s self-locking. And. Um. Thanks for the nap.”
Said door slams behind him.
Shared NapTime™ becomes a Thing.
The week after their first nap is tense. He keeps expecting Chowder to come flail at him about his mad cuddling skills or Holster to come clap him on the shoulder and ask if he can join NapTime™, too. But no one does.
He’s aware of Nursey’s eyes on him like they’ve never really been before, following him with a furrowed brow, probably waiting for the other shoe to drop, too.
But it never does.
And at 11:40 on Friday Dex knocks on Nursey’s door. He’s jumpy. Sleep-fuzzy, but antsy, bouncing on his feet.
“I can leave if you don’t want to,” Dex offers.
“Don’t. I mean – I want to. I don’t know why you want to, but –” Derek pulls his door further open.
Dex walks past, shedding his hoodie. It’d gotten overly warm last time.
“It’s simple, Nurse. I need sleep. You need sleep. There’s this bed here.” Dex pulls his shoes off.
“We’re gonna ignore the part where you have your own bed?”
Dex lies down and tugs on Nursey’s t-shirt, so he does the tumble-cuddle down onto the bed.
“Mmhmm,” he hums. “We’re ignoring it.”
Derek tosses a leg over one of Dex’s and throws an arm around his waist, tucks his head into Dex’s shoulder and relaxes.
“Whatever, man. Man of mystery.” He giggles to himself before quieting down to sleep.
And so, yeah, they nap.
Once a week at first, and then more frequently as hockey season starts up rife with intense practices, games, and roadies.
It’s their secret. A private indulgence that slowly starts to inform their public interactions. Nothing crazy just:
You don’t hold grudges against the dude whose curls you plan on finger-combing later
You don’t pick petty fights with your bro when there’s soothing back-scratches on the line
You speak up when you’re confused about a biting joke when it seems at odds with the soft smiles you’ve been accustomed to waking up to
You check in when you notice stress tensing your d-man’s shoulders
You develop little inside jokes when you’re stumbling sleepily around each other’s rooms, tripping over discarded sweats and shoes
You accept a profile on his Netflix account when –
Listen, needless to say, Nursey becomes a friend – an adorably cuddly friend. Who turns out to be a complete dork. He was bashful smiles and sleep mussed hair. All cheesy lines (when not penning lines of poetry that send goosebumps up Dex’s arms) and clumsy limbs. It was revelatory to realize Nursey spent so much time artfully reclined because he could not keep himself upright and uninjured off the ice. It was probably to balance out his perfect fucking face.
Which…was not a problem for Dex. Not at all.
Nursey stumbles from Dex’s en suite (one of the few perks of living in the Honors’ dorm) and tumbles to the bed. Dex watches as Nursey kicks his sweats, long legs flail - flexing hard-won muscle. He flops when he’s finally gotten the last bit of fabric from around his ankle.
It’s clear that the last round of all-nighters and finals has left Nurse wiped.
“Deeeeex,” this can only be classified as a whine.
Dex smiles, but turns back to his laptop before he can succumb to the temptation behind him. Nursey may be finished with his all-nighters, but Dex still has one more in front of him.
“No can do, Der. One more project, and then I’m yours.”
Derek groans, but Dex hears him roll over and settle in anyway.
Dex stretches and gets to it.
He’s still got a blessed few hours before the sun rises when he finally crawls in bed. Nursey is deliciously sleep-warm and Dex curls right around him.
He’s met with an appreciative moan as Derek rolls over.
It’s customary. Derek sleeps on his belly – well, half on top of Dex – and usually flings an arm or leg (both, it’s usually both) over Dex.
What’s not customary:
“Babe,” Derek murmurs, pulling Dex in close. Derek’s hand sweeps up Dex’s side, caresses his neck, before burying itself into Dex’s hair.
Dex finds himself curled onto his side, Nursey’s leg wedged between his own.
“Will,” Nursey groans. Dex breathes the word in on Nursey’s breath. Nursey’s fingers combing through his hair send a shiver down his spine that leave him pressed closer to Derek.
“Missed you.” These – these words are pressed into his mouth. Derek’s perfect mouth brushes against Dex’s with a sweet, aching softness before –
“Fuck!” Dex screams, curling around his balls. “Dammit, Nurse. Stop flailing. Shit. Stop. Stop it. Please. Just – give me a minute, yeah. But. Just chill for a sec, yeah?”
Nursey stops moving, finally. When will catches his breath, what he finds breaks his heart a little.
Derek’s curled himself into the smallest space he can, back against the wall, clearly trying not to touch Dex at all. He’s got his thumbnail between his teeth and, goodness, there’s fear in his mossy eyes.
“Derek, you gotta come here, ok. I’m sore and sleepy, and just, will you come here, please.”
“Will – Dex – shit. I’m sor–”
“Stop. Derek. You can apologize if it’s not something you want, and there’s some other Will-Dex you were thinking of. But, you know, on the off chance it was me – come here, dammit.”
Nursey crawls over to lean just over Dex.
Gosh, he’s adorable.
Dex reaches up, sinking a hand into Derek’s hair.
“Dex, bro, I –” Derek’s face sinks into an anxious pout. “You’re a really good cuddler. And hot. And your body. Shit bro, I’ve been trying to be good, but – don’t hate me?”
Dex huffs a laugh before forcefully rolling them over, careful to avoid Nursey’s knees.
“I gave up hating you, like, a whole 6 months ago. Keep up, Derek.”
Dex kisses the growing smile from Nursey’s face. His mouth opens beautifully, and for a time there’s nothing but the obscene slick and slide of Derek’s mouth, his tongue, and teeth.
It’s – god, it’s fucking good. But.
He presses his forehead to Nursey’s and revels in the feel of Derek’s hands roaming under shirt. Skin to skin.
“You’ve no idea how much I want to follow this to it’s natural end, bro, but – NapTime™ first?”
“Mmhmm. Sleep first. This,” he presses a kiss to Derek’s forehead as they settle in. “This after.”
“There’s a million ways to write, but the way I always used to write was with John and it would be across from each other, either in a hotel bedroom on the twin beds, with an acoustic guitar and we’re just looking at each other. He’d make up something, I’d make up something and we’d just spin off each other. The nice thing for me, I’ve said it a million times, but it’s always my big memory, is seeing John there, him being right-handed, me being left-handed, it felt to me like I was looking in a mirror.
“But it was a great way to work and because we were kids together, and we’d known each other since our teenage years, we’d developed a way of working that would be one of would start an idea, and the other one would spin off it.
“[…] I know I can never have a better collaborator than John. That is just a fact. It’s inescapable. So I don’t try and escape it. I just know there’s no way I can find someone now who’s going write better stuff with me than I wrote with John.”
[Paul, BBC Radio 6 Music, 23rd March 2017]
Pics: Paul and John composing in the front room of 20 Forthlin Road, c. October 1962. Legend says they’re writing I Saw Her Standing There. Photos by Mike McCartney.
Summary: After Cas is rejected by his homophobic parents, his roommate Dean invites him to stay for the holidays with him and his family. He never expected it to turn into this.
“They don’t want me anymore.”
Dean blinks in surprise, looking up to see his freshman roommate standing in the doorway, antiquated cellphone in his hands. To his surprise, the kid looks to be on the verge of crying, which is strange – Dean’s joked with his friends about how emotionless Cas appears to be. Or rather, had appeared to be, up till now.
“Cas, you alright there, buddy?” Dean asks, chair screeching as he pulls away from his desk. He’d been trying to finish his research paper for his physiology class, but whatever Cas’s problem is seems to be more pressing.
“They don’t want me,” Cas repeats, swallowing wetly. “My parents. They say don’t want me to come home for Christmas break, and they don’t want me contacting my siblings anymore.”
Dean blinks comprehensively. “What? Why the hell not?”
“They, ‘still love me,’” Cas snuffles, rubbing his nose with the sleeve of his ever-present beige trench coat with one arm and making quotey fingers with the other. “But they ‘don’t approve of my lifestyle.’”
Oh. Oh, so that’s what this is about.
Dean hasn’t known Cas for all that long, and he doesn’t know a whole lot about him: just that he’s a bio major with plans to become a doctor (Dean himself is going into nursing), he’s cute (though he’d never, ever tell Cas that), not a little weird, and yeah, if the time he’d come home to find him making out with Crowley (the poncy British upperclassman from accounting who Dean already loathes with a passion) he is into guys.
A/N: This is my first Avengers imagine/reader insert, so I’m trying to get used to writing them. Otherwise, I like how it turned out for my first try(even though I can point out a list of things I could have done different, or added, but whatever?) Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
It was a typical Friday night for New York City and the Avengers themselves, who resided inside the tower for the night. A thunderstorm raged on outside the tall building, the secure windows of the main lounge area showcasing the pouring rain and occasional lightning strikes outside.
Most of Earth’s mightiest heroes were relaxed in the lounge. The TV was playing a Pixar movie; Steve and Bucky’s eyes glued to the screen. They’ve been going through their list of movies to watch and catch up on and tonight it was the movie UP. It was getting to the emotional bits, so the two super-soldiers’ attention were on the screen.
Clint and Natasha sat near the kitchen, chatting over whatever came to mind. Mostly any interesting or exciting things to happen through the week. Tony and Bruce were in the lab working on their most recent project. Everyone else was either in their rooms or somewhere else around the tower. No one was dumb enough to venture out into the storm.
A ding came from the elevator, catching the attention of the two assassins before its sleek doors slid open to reveal (Y/N).
“Hey, (Y/N), we were wondering when you’d-” Clint shut his mouth after catching a look of their teammate before laughter spilled out of his mouth immediately after.
Stepping out of the elevator, (Y/N) stopped and stared at the hysteric archer, unamused. The girl’s (h/c) locks were plastered to her face, pretty much every inch of her body soaked from the rain outside. “Go ahead, laugh it up,” she grumbled.
“Did I hear- MY FLOORS!” Tony’s distraught cry fueled Clint’s hysteria more but with an elbow to the ribs from Natasha, he shut up. “What happened to you?”,the redhead made her way over to the drenched girl with a small chuckle.
The other two in the room paused their movie to help out, getting towels from the hall closet.
(Y/N) sent a thankful smile their way, putting a towel under her feet as to not ruin Tony’s precious flooring. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him relax, making her roll her eyes while she dried herself some.
“I was walking home from work when the storm came out of nowhere,” she explained. The girl shifted the towels in her arms, pulling something from underneath her hoodie. “I was almost home when something- or rather someone- called out for help.” With a small smile, she pulled the towels back just in time for a tiny kitten to peak it’s head out.
“Aw!” Natasha cooed, joined by Clint once he walked closer to the group. The group stared at the little bundle of cuteness as it took a look around, curious. The kitten was young, about a few weeks old, a varied colored tabby with big brown eyes.
“This little guy was all alone in al alleyway.” (Y/N) further explained the creatures sad story, stroking its head. “The box he was in was mostly drenched and there wasn’t any other cats or people around so I couldn’t just leave him.”
“He looks healthy,” mumbled Tony, surprisingly taking the cat from (Y/N)’s hands to cradle it awkwardly. “I’ll get Bruce or Vision to take a look at him while you get changed.” (Y/N) couldn’t stop the touched smile that spread on her face.
“Thanks, Tony. That’s really-”
“Just don’t mess up my floors further.” The group all rolled their eyes, going back to their own activities once Tony left.
(Y/N) padded down the hall, warmed up from her shower and in a fresh pair of PJs. She smiled at the growing excitement in her chest at the thought of her new found furry friend.
There were more voices coming from the lounge when (Y/N) got closer. She eventually entered the room, spotting a few more faces that joined everyone on the couches. Bruce, Vision and the Maximoff twins joined in on the fun of gushing over the kitten they found earlier.
“He seems fine,” Bruce shifted the cat in his hands, the little guy now bundled in a small blanket on his lap. “No injuries or any illnesses. A little malnourished from being left outside, but otherwise okay.”
“One lucky little fella!” Pietro petted the kitty, earning a cute little meow. It seems he enjoyed all the attention.
“Thanks again you guys.” (Y/N) slipped in between Bruce and Wanda on the couch, the doctor handing the cat over once she settled. “I was worried no one could let me keep him.”
“Well-” Tony raised a finger, about to protest when Bruce sent him a look over his shoulder. He sighed, giving up any further attempt at an argument. “I mean, who could say no to the little guy.”
“Right?” (Y/N) smiled at the cat, picking him up gently to kiss his teeny nose. “You’re just so cute!” He mewed again, the group of heroes laughing at the interaction.
The next day the skies cleared and the sun shined down on the city. The tower was going through its morning routine when excited shouted traveled through its halls.
“Guys guys guys!”(Y/N) ran into the kitchen where mostly everyone was seated, eating breakfast. She slid on the tiled floor, a huge smile on her face as she held something behind her back.
“What what what!” Clint cried back, imitating his friend and earning a few collective chuckles from the group. The thrilled hero took out the object from behind her, holding it up for all to see.
The rescued kitten from the previous night sat in her hands, droopy-eyed from waking up. Besides that a little white turtle neck sat snug on his body, roomy enough to be comfortable with small arm holes.
“Oh my gosh, that’s adorable!” Wanda instantly came to their side, forgetting her breakfast to hold the kitten.
“You made that?” Bucky asked, to which (Y/N) nodded proudly. She sat next to him at the bar, taking the mug of (f/d) Tony offered her.
“Yup,” she answered, popping the last syllable. “While he slept. Poor little Leo, I shoved that thing on him right after he woke up.”
At the choice of the kitten’s name, Tony sent her a look, as if to say ‘really?’. “Leo?” (Y/N) simply shrugged. “First name to come to mind.”
“Who is this Leo?” Thor and Loki now entered the kitchen, along with Sam who went over to chat with Steve. He flicked Bucky’s ear on the way which caused a mini slap-fight to follow. (Y/N) ignored the cat fight in the background to address the gods.
“Leo’s a kitten we rescued last night from the storm. He’s now a part of the family~” Loki rolled his eyes and instead of fawning over the cat went in search of coffee. Thor, on the other hand, seemed thrilled, taking Leo from Wanda and into his hands. Leo looked even smaller in the bigger man’s hands but didn’t look phased at all.
Thor brought Leo eye level before speaking to him. “Hello Leo, I am Thor.” Another eye roll from Loki while the others laughed.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I just couldn’t help writing this once the idea popped into my head as I found that picture on Instagram. I hope you enjoyed, and I’d love to read your feedback if you have any! :D Although, I apologize if I don’t have messages set up or something like that. I’m new to Tumblr when it comes to posting and communicating.
i’m not sure if anyone has spotted this yet but – while watching gideon rises during the remember the falls marathon, the scene where the twins were left with nothing to do and were boarding the bus, my ear picked something up
plot/request: Damian Wayne x reader (platonic) where Damian admits to the reader that he sees her like a mother + Bruce and reader bring 2 new additions to family, please and thank you + Reader is preggers with bruce’s newest addition and dami is jealous - anon’s