do you think jesse told him what he wanted to do

People talk a lot about McCree’s responses to actually having food regularly available when he joins Blackwatch but like, other things to consider for this poor kid

  • His reaction upon seeing he has a BED, like an actual bed, there’s enough blankets on it for him to roll up in it twice and he does.
  • Not only that he gets his own ROOM? Plenty of people in Blackwatch bunk together but Gabe didn’t want that with McCree since he was still a minor when he joined so, perks.
  • McCree is actually allowed to keep his own things now. For a while he had a habit of hiding them in his room, when Gabe finds them he’s terrified they’re gonna get taken and it’s like no… they’re yours…
  • People often have Gabe being strict on him (and I’m sure he would be) but I think after day 1 Gabe would be VERY careful with the language he uses. The first time he shouts at him he can see McCree flinching, steeling himself like he’s about to get punched in the face or worse. He doesn’t yell at McCree anymore (overtime when they trust each other more he uses harsher language when necessary)
  • Gabe almost exhausted with how often McCree asks permission to do ANYTHING but doesn’t get upset because he knows why the kid does it
  • Don’t touch me on the concept of McCree thinking that the moment you become a risk you get left for dead. I hurt thinking about him stuck somewhere on a mission, just waiting to either die or be forced to save himself only for Gabe to save him.
  • Or Gabe’s surprise cause he almost expects the kid to be lazy but after a couple of late mornings the kid’s pushing himself really hard on training, always volunteering for cleaning duties, because he’s worried if he’s not being useful he’ll get kicked out.
  • “You want me to what?” “Take a short vacation kid.” “We…. have those…????”
  • “Kid I told you to take a break.” “I… don’t understand boss what’s a break…”
  • “You know Jesse, when I punished you and told you to polish the guns I didn’t expect you to be in here for an entire day.” “Uh, but, don’t they need to be spotless?” “*sigh* No but uh… you know what? Good job, go get some sleep.”
  • “Jesse…” “Yeah boss?” “Listen, a cleaning assignment doesn’t mean it has to look like new. Will you stop scrubbing the toilet, please?”
  • “Hey boss, made some dinner!” “J-Jesse… why is there so much?” “Well we had it and now we have leftovers to last us a week.” “Jesse…”
  • Or shit let’s talk about WATER rationing cause on route 66 I doubt it was a common thing. Jesse was probably used to running on one jug a day (like two cups at most). Like first day of rly hard training the kid PASSES OUT from dehydration and like. “Jesse, how much water have you had today?” “Uh? I had a little this morning I guess… with coffee…” “…. that’s it?” “Yeah why?” “Oh god.”
  • Gabe has to buy him a special water bottle so Jesse remembers to drink enough during the day.
  • Jesse hoarding sweets for a special occasion and Gabe has to remind him that “I can get you more, easy, if you need it, just eat it god.”
  • Oh god or clothing habits like, “Jesse, I gave you more than one uniform for a reason.” “What do you mean?” “I mean if one gets dirty you can wear a fresh one until laundry day jesus kid go change.”
  • On that note, it’s a two month battle to force Jesse to shower regularly.
  • He still hates showering regularly, to this day, but he does it.
  • Also it takes Gabe aprox. 1 day to figure out that Jesse uses the hat not just for kicks but as a confidence booster (feel stronger with it sort of thing) and allows him to wear it in spite of the uniform.
  • Other members steal it once, once, they never do again.
That's my sister!

Bucky x Stark!Reader, Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (sibling type), dad!Tony x daughter!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff. Jealous reader. Implied smut/suggestive talk. I think one swear word. I think that’s it.

A/n: If you would like to be tagged in anything let me know x

Y/n was walking through the entrance hall of the compound hand in hand with her boyfriend Bucky when Peter Parker walked past having an animated conversation with her dad.

“But if we used carbon fibre, Mr Stark it would be so much lighter. Oh, hey y/n.”

“Whatever.” Y/n snapped back.

Peter just hung his head and carried on walking and Tony looked at him with a sad look on his face. Then turned to scowl at his daughter for being so rude.

“You know baby. You really should give him a chance. He’s just a kid.” Bucky told her.

“I don’t care. He spends more time with my dad than I do. You know I wanted to talk to dad the other day about something really important and he waved me off and said he didn’t have time and he would talk to me later then carried on talking to the spider child. I’m still waiting for later.” Y/n said as tears started to well in her eyes.

Bucky puts his arm around her and lead her to their shared bedroom with a promise of a Disney movie and snacks.

“Miss Stark, your father requests you meet him in his lab, now.” F.R.I.D.A.Y’s voice sounds in the kitchen where y/n was eating her breakfast.

“Oh, he remembers I exist.” Y/n grumbles.

“Baby, be nice,” Bucky said in a warning tone.

“Baby, eat me,” y/n said mocking him.


“I’m holding you to that.”

“Please do. Now, go.”

Y/n entered her father’s lab and stood at the end of his workbench, arms folded and hip jutted out full of attitude.

“What is wrong with you?” Tony asked.

“Wrong with me!? Seriously. That’s the angle you’re going with. Blame me.”

“Well, you are the one who thinks it’s ok to speak to people like shit.”

“You’re the one who thinks it’s acceptable to ignore their child!” y/n snapped back.

“Oh my god. Jealousy. Really? I thought you were more mature than that y/n.”

She stood with tears filling her eyes as her father looked at her with a disappointed look.

“The kid has no one. He’s going through some stuff. You remember what it was like to be a teenager. That’s hard enough without having abilities like he has. He’s tried to be nothing but nice to you the least you can do is cut him some slack. Get to know him. He looks up to you, talks about you all the time. About your work, everything. He’s read everything you’ve had published. Just, please. If for anyone else try, for me. Please.” Tony pleaded with his daughter.

She slumped her shoulders. He was right. She hadn’t really given Peter a chance.

“Ok, I’ll try. I’m not making any promises though.”

“Thank you, that’s all I ask. Now, how about you and me go get some pizza and catch a movie. Just the two of us. Like old times.”

“Ok, I’ll just go grab my coat.” y/n replied and bounced out of the room excited about spending a day with her dad.

“Baby, me and dad are going to get pizza and see a movie. I’ll be back a bit later.” y/n told Bucky as she walked back through the kitchen and kissed him on the cheek.

“Hey, Parker,” she called to Peter who was making himself a sandwich.

“H-hi!” Peter said as he raised his hand in a half-hearted wave. “She said hi to me!” he beamed at Bucky who sat with a smile on his face.

As the weeks passed y/n and Peter spent more time together and were rarely seen apart. If they weren’t in the labs working on a project they were watching movies or making inside jokes about other members of the team. Tony couldn’t have been more pleased.

“Look at my kiddos,” he said to Steve.

“I’m glad to see they are doing a lot better together.”

Peter had gone out for the evening with his girlfriend. Y/n was curled up on the couch with bucky watching a movie when suddenly the door burst open.


Peters girlfriend Jess hollered from the kitchen.

“I told you, Jess. I don’t want to see you anymore. I can’t be with someone who can’t accept the fact I have responsibilities,” Peter countered.


Y/n had heard enough. No one calls her family freaks and gets away with it. Just as she leapt over the back of the couch a high heeled shoe rushed through the air towards her, making a beeline for Peter so she reached out and grabbed it and stood defensively in front of Peter. By this time the rest of team had arrived to see what all the noise was.

“If you would like to leave with all the limbs you arrived with. I would advise you to shut your mouth and walk out that door now and not think about coming back through it.” y/n growled at the girl.

“Who the hell are you!?” Jess scoffed.

“I’m his big sister.”

Everyone looked at y/n in disbelief except Tony who had a look of pride. Jess turned and went to storm out the door.

“Oh, don’t forget your shoe!” y/n shouted to her and threw it back at her followed swiftly by a knife that stuck in the shoe and embedded itself in the door frame inches from jess’s head. Jess looked at the shoe and knife in horror then looked at y/n who had a smug look on her face.

“Like I said. Don’t come back.”

Jess ran out of the door leaving her shoe.

“Thank you, y/n,” Peter said.

“No problem little bro- ahh!” y/n was cut off and screamed as she was scooped up off the floor by her boyfriend.

“Sorry people. My very sexy, knife-wielding girlfriend and I have some important business to attend to.” Bucky called as he carried y/n out of the room on his shoulder.

“Ah, come on, dude! That’s my sister!”


I could never forgive myself // Montgomery de la Cruz

Warnings: mention of rape

A/N: I never wanted to romanticize rape. That´s one of the worst things that can happen to a person, but I got carried away with this one. And I´m really bad with titles. So sorry.

You sat on your bed, rereading your favorite book, enjoying your alone time. Reading was always a valve for you, a way to escape the reality. A knock on your window tear you from your thoughts. When you looked up you saw someone sitting in front of your window, waiting patiently to be let in. You stand up from your bed and when you opened it you were greeted by Montgomery, your boyfriend of six months. “Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you wanted to hang out with the others at Bryce´s?” You asked smiling, letting him in. Monty embraced you in a tight hug the moment he stepped inside, burying his head in your neck. “What happened?” you asked, normally your boyfriend was carefree around you. Whenever he steps through your window or door he would make a cheeky remark, but he was never like this and it concerned you. You could feel his breath against your neck, tickling your skin. Your hands rubbed up and down his back and you could feel him relax under your touch. “I will never leave you alone around Bryce again.” He mumbled and hugging you even tighter. “What do you mean, Monty?” you asked confused. He breaks the hug and walked toward your bed, sitting down and rubbed his hands over his face. “Monty. What do you mean?” You were standing in front of him, your hands resting on his shoulders playing with the hair at the base of his neck. “We were chilling at Bryce´s; I was playing videos games, while Jess, Bryce and Zach played carts, until Justin walked in. He wanted Jess to come with him, but she refused and I think she wanted to provoke Justin so she sat down on Bryce´s lap. Justin snapped and dragged her outside. We followed; you know to not miss the drama. She asked him why he wanted her to leave and asked why he even care. And then Justin said that Bryce raped her.” Monty paused and your hand practically flew to your mouth gasping and you felt tears starting to well up at the corner of your eyes. “He said that Bryce fucking raped Jessica. I don’t know if it´s true or not, but the idea he do or did the same to you made me so sick. I could never forgive myself if something like this happened to you. So that’s why I´m here, to make sure you are ok and to ask you something.” He finally looked up and you saw the worry written over his face. You couldn´t get a word out, the feeling that you need to vomit burning at the end of your throat. Monty stands up, taking your hands into his. “Did he ever do anything to you? I mean, did he ever touch you?” He looked you deep in the eyes, probably to know if you were lying. You shook your head no, stepping away from him and leaned against your desk. “Are you sure?” He asked sounding concerned, this time you nodded. “Thanks god.” He exhaled, walking to you and pulled you into a hug. Your forehead leaned against his collarbone, while your hands played with the hem of his shirt. “You okay?” He whispered after a while, pulling away a bit to look at you. “Mon, you just told me that Bryce raped someone, one of my friends. I mean… I don’t think… You know… What I want to say is that I don’t know what to say.” You mumbled looked at your hands, still playing with his shirt. He just nodded and pulled you back into the hug, his grip on you tight. Your arms sneak around his torso and you seek comfort in his touch. You never liked Bryce, he was so full of himself and he always made you feel uncomfortable, but he was Monty´s “friend”, if you can call him so. You never understood why Monty was friends with him in the first place. Behind his façade he was a really sweet and loving boy, but guys like Bryce always turned him back into the asshole. “Do you want me to go?” Monty suddenly asked and tears you from your thoughts. “No, don’t leave me alone.” You whispered hugging him tighter. “Do you want to watch a movie?” he asked again and you just shrugged your shoulders.

You lay in your bed; your cheek was pressed against Monty´s chest, listening to his heartbeat. He was watching the movie while drawing indefinable patters on your back. You lift your head lightly to look at your boyfriend. When you first saw him you were instantly attracted to him, maybe it were the freckles or that smirk that made you crush on him. Maybe it was the way he walked like nothing could shake him or that one time when you collide with him. He instantly grabbed your arms to make sure you wouldn’t fall and helped you pick up your stuff, shooting you an apologizing smile.
You first noticed that you have fallen for him when you were at a party playing spin the bottle. It was his turn and the bottle landed on you, you still know how nervous you were and you still remember that little smile on his face, almost as if he was shy. When he kissed you, you didn’t want it to end and at that moment you knew that you had fallen for Montgomery de la Cruz.
“Baby, stop to stare, it´s distracting.” He mumbled, smirking down at you. You hadn´t even noticed that he turned his head to look at you and you felt a blush creep up your cheeks. You whispered a short ´sorry` and laid your head back on his chest. Monty pressed a kiss to your forehead, before turning back to the TV.
You moved yourself so you sat on his lap. He looked at you surprised but smiled when you pressed a kiss on his lips. “What was that for?” He asked smiling, after breaking away. “Because you care about me.” You whispered, shooting him a short smile. Monty moved himself so his upper body leaned against your headboard. “Of course I care about you, baby.” He pulled you into another sweet kiss. You always loved moments like this with him, when they were just innocent and sweet. He breaks the kiss and you buried your head in his neck, snuggling closer.
“I love you.” He mumbled and you shot up again, looking at him surprised. Neither of you had said these words before, you knew that you love him and thought you would be the first one to say it, once you got the courage to tell him. “When Justin told Jessica that Bryce raped her and I began to imagine him doing the same to you, my heart began to ache and I felt so sick like I needed to throw up and that’s when I realize, it´s because I love you.” He explained smiling shyly at you. “I think I already knew that I love you, but didn’t want to admit it. I never loved anyone like I love you and I didn´t want to mess up. I´m not exactly the easiest person and I can be glad that you put up with my bullshit. I just didn’t want to scare you away. I mean you probably don-“you silenced him by pulling him into a deep kiss. He pulled you as close as possible, returning the kiss. When you break away from him you smiled at his flushed face. “I love you too.” You mumbled placing another kiss on his lips, this time a small and sweet one. “Thanks god, it would be really embarrassing if you didn’t feel the same.” He said letting out a relieved laugh. “I need to mark this day in my calendar.” You whispered, kissing him one more time before getting up. You walked to the calendar that hangs on the wall next to your desk. “Why? Because I told you, that I love you?” He asked, clearly amused by your behavior. “No because that’s the first time I made you blush.” You countered and laughed to yourself, when you heard him groan. “I take it back, I don’t love you.” You laughed even harder and made your way back towards him, after marking the day in your calendar. “No, you love me. Come on, say it again.” You said smirking, while he pulled you on his lap. “No, you don’t deserve it.” He pouted crossing his arms over his chest. You smiled at his childish behavior and leaned into another kiss. “Fine. I love you. I love you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. I love you, baby. I love you, sweetheart. I love you, honey. I just love you.” He flipped you over, placing himself between your legs and began to kiss your neck. For the rest of the night he repeated these three words like his life depends on and for that night everything was perfect.

I missed you - Scott Reed Imagine (Part I)

“Could you write an imagine for Scott Reed where the reader is dating Scott, and Bryce starts making the reader uncomfortable (because he has been touching her and has even tried to kiss her) and she doesn’t want Scott to find out cause he is friends with Bryce so she ends things with him and later on Scott finds out why and he and Bryce get into a fight. Then afterwards, the reader and Scott get back together.”

I ended up making two parts because it was too long. The second one will be posted in a few minutes (i’m honestly more excited about the second one bc it’s where all the cute stuff happens). Hope you enjoy it!  💕

Originally posted by robbieamell

“C’mon, don’t you wanna come to the clubhouse?” He grabbed your waist. You tried to pull away but Bryce wouldn’t let you go. “It’ll be fun, trust me”

“I…I have some tutoring to do after class so…” You looked around the hall, there was no one there to help you and you didn’t know what to do. You had been avoiding Bryce ever since all these rumors about him raping Jessica started. He had tell everyone that he didn’t do anything, but you didn’t buy it.

“Then come after that. I can wait.” Bryce looked at your lips for a while before getting closer to you.

You dropped the books you were holding which made him pull away. You got down to pick them up and ran away with a quick “Can’t, bye”.

It had been two days since that moment and you hadn’t gone back to school, you were afraid of facing him again. And you were afraid of seeing Scott. He’d send you several texts, he called you a few times and he even came to your house. But you pretended that you weren’t home. 

You just weren’t ready to see him; you weren’t ready to tell him what you had decided to do. Scott was friends with Bryce so you didn’t want him to find out but you couldn’t just be with him like nothing had happened either. How would he react if you told him? If he got angry with Bryce and did something then Bryce would go after him and he would make Scott’s life impossible. You didn’t want that to happen. So you had reached a conclusion, you had to break up with Scott.  

But now you were standing in the hall, back at Liberty High, and there was no way of hiding from your boyfriend. He was walking his way down the hall to your locker.

“Hey babe” he said giving you a quick kiss “Are you okay? I haven’t heard from you in two days, I was worried.”

“Yeah, it’s just uh…I needed some time for myself”

“Why? Did something happen?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it here, can we go outside?” He nodded and you started walking towards the door. Scott tried to grab your hand like he used to do but you didn’t let him. Once you were outside the school you started talking. “I have been thinking a lot lately and I need us to be apart for a while. I…I can’t…” You were on the verge of tears and the hurt look that you saw in his eyes made it more difficult.

“But what happened? What did I do? Cause if I did something that could’ve hurt you I…” You didn’t let him finish. Breaking his hurt was breaking yours and you couldn’t be there anymore.

“You didn’t do anything. But I just need you to give some time. I can’t explain why you’ll just have to trust me” With that being said, you walked away giving him no time to give you an answer.

A week had gone by since you broke up with Scott and it had been really hard for you. Seeing at school and having to ignore him was breaking your heart and it sure was breaking his. You were starting to wonder if you had made a good choice, maybe it’d be better if you just told him the truth. You felt kind of lost without him and you really missed him.

You were having lunch with Jess and Alex with all the jocks sitting on the table next to yours. You could basically hear their conversation which suddenly caught your attention since you heard your name.

“So what happened with Y/N, Scott? We haven’t seen her around for a while now” asked Bryce.

“We broke up” said your ex-boyfriend in a sad tone that made your heart hurt.

“No wonder you did” answered Bryce almost laughing.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, she didn’t even want to come to the clubhouse so…You should find yourself a funny girl Reed”

“What?! You invited her there?! I told you I don’t like this place and I don’t think she’d like it either” Oh no, Scott was starting to sound pissed off.

“I just wanted her to have some fun man, relax”

“Yeah, with you” whispered Montgomery laughing. But Scott was close enough to hear him.

“Did you do something to her” Scott asked angrily.

“He couldn’t” replied Montgomery again with Bryce giving him a killer look.

“But you tried” said Scott.

“I mean, I may have tried to kiss her but…” started to say Bryce.

“You fucking asshole” screamed Scott standing up to get closer to him. Before Bryce could even react, Scott had already punched him in the face.

“Wow wow man what do you think you’re doing?” screamed Montgomery getting prepared to fight Scott.

“Giving that piece of shit what he deserves” replied Scott hitting Bryce again and harder this time.

The whole cafeteria was staring at them as Bryce and Montgomery fought back while some of the other jocks tried to get in their way and stop the fight. But Scott wasn’t going to stop either; he was determined to beat the crap out of Bryce. But he was already bleeding and you weren’t willing to let him get even more hurt so you got up to stop him at the same time the coach was arriving to stop the fight.

Part II coming soon.  💕

rayy-the-sting  asked:

hey can i make a request for how reaper/76/hanzo/mccree would react to a particularly small s/o who hasnt eaten much for a week or two (with she/her pronouns plz)

Okay, I honestly think this is my favourite request so far,, I needed this myself to be honest aha <3


  • You were pushing food around your plate, your chin resting on your hand as you sighed.
  • Gabe took your hand from across the table, you smiled weakly at him. He looked at you with pleading eyes, begging you to tell you what was up.
  • Your fork fell to your plate with a clatter. You buried your head in your hands and sobbed, telling him you couldn’t do it.
  • He rushed to your side. You fell into his chest and cried harder. He simply scooped you up in his arms and carried you to your room. There he lay you down on your bed and comforted you for hours
  • When you calmed down, he asked you what you wanted to happen next. You both agreed that seeing Angela in the morning would be for the best.

Soldier 76:

  • Jack noticed it when you started going out more and more for longer hours. He grew conscious that you might be cheating on him 
  • When he finally confronted you, you shook your head, denying ever wanting to be with someone else because he was perfect for you. You came clean about going to the gym because you were trying to impress him, you were trying to lose weight so that he would love you more.
  • He shook his head, he had been noticing the change in your figure but he didn’t want to believe it. He thought you were fine just the way you were. 
  • So he asked what prompted you to do these things to yourself. Was it him? Did he say something wrong?
    You confessed that you’d heard other people at the base and around on the streets that they thought differently, that you didn’t match well with Jack because of your athletic abilities.
  • He was mad - not at you, but more at himself for not realising sooner. And he assured you that there were going to be stern words at work later, but right now his priority was taking care of you.


  • It was normal for you to steal his clothes, he liked how you were too small for them. But he would notice that even your own clothes were slowly also becoming too big for you
  • He crept behind you as you were staring at yourself in the mirror, your already small shorts had an awfully big gap between the waistband and your stomach. Hanzo slipped his arms around your waist and cradled you close.
        ~ “Do you think I need to lose weight?”
  • Hanzo was shocked. He was genuinely taken aback by your question. You turned around and looked at him, confused. He took a deep breath and shook his head.
       ~ “If anything, I want the opposite for you. I am so worried about you right now. I think you’re beautiful on so many more levels but clearly I’ve failed because you cant see that and to see you doing this to yourself is tearing me up inside. I love you. Nothing will ever change that.”
  • Now you were shocked. Hanzo wasn’t exactly a man of strong emotions and so for him to confess his love for you and say everything else was so sudden for you.
  • You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him and sighed, muttering an apology. He held you as he swayed you gently in his arms. Then he kissed your forehead and told you he would always be here


  • He’d address the problem as the two of you were in bed one morning. He would wrap his arm around your small torso and pull you into his chest.
  • Sighing deeply, he’d begin to start to run his fingers through your hair.
  • You knew he was avoiding something and so you rolled over in his arms and looked at him
        ~ “Just talk to me.”
        ~ “… I’m jus’ real worried about your eatin’, sugar.”
  • You looked down, feeling Jesse’s hand graze over every exposed rib and pointed bone in your spin. Your eyes welled up with tears and you felt your body begin to shake
  • He hugged you tighter, shushing you and reassuring you. He was here to help you get better, everything would be okay

So I literally made a small fix sorry but I couldn’t help it


Lena does these really cool creative handshakes with all the super friends except three people

Winn and Lena take two agonizing minutes to complete their intricate handshake that no one else can mimic, they’ve tried and fail.

James won’t admit it but he has a handshake him and Lena created after he finally got over his Luthor grudge consisting of a handshake, fist pump then explosion.

Maggie and Lena do a casual high five behind the back, up top, down low then go in for the handshake.

Alex just gruffly shakes Lena hands because she will not resort to these childish mannerisms, although when it’s just Alex visiting Lena she and Lena have a fun handshake involving patty cake.

J’onn didn’t think it necessary to create a handshake with Miss Luthor until he saw in her mind this was how she created a connection with people and felt accepted. So now when no ones looking and Lena is consulting the DEO he and Lena Luthor conduct their secret handshake that to this day no one has ever seen.

Kara is the only one who doesn’t have a intricate cool handshake with her best friend and when she found out everyone else does she almost cried. Ok she did cry because thats like having your own secret club and not being apart of it.

It was supposed to be sisters night when she found out about it and Alex talked about Lena’s weird fondness for having special handshakes for everyone. “yeah she even has one for her secretary I had to wait like three minutes for it to end and Jess didnt even seem fazed!”

Kara is just like “speci-special handshake you say? Why do I not have one?” And sensitive kryptonian Kara is she flies out the window to question Lena to find out why she is being singled out because this is an injustice that must be solved! She’s cool, she’s hip she deserves to be a part of this cool thing!

Meanwhile Alex is eating some chips at Kara’s apartment just thinking “I wonder when she’s going to figure out she hasn’t told Lena she’s Supergirl yet?”

So Kara hits Lena’s penthouse balcony, right, and sorta storms in and Lena yells “ the hell supergirl what if I was with someone?” And Kara just blushes thinking “that would’ve certainly been awkward but I have an important matter to address.”

And Lena just straightens up and is like “Is it mother is it Cadmus what is it?!!”

And Kara blushes again and goes “Why don’t I have a cool handshake like Alex and everyone else. You’ve even given your secretary one so why not me I’m your best friend!!”

And Lena is just like “Supergirl it’s 11 pm, I have work tomorrow and what do you mean your my best -oh my god Kara!!”

That’s when Kara realizes she just revealed herself but at the same time still wants to know why she doesn’t have a cool handshake and is like “ok yes I am Kara Danvers and I am sorry but can we get back to the handshake matter?”

And Lena wants to be mad Kara kept this secret but at the same time this is too funny, Supergirl/ Kara just broke into her penthouse whining about not having a secret handshake with her and if that’s not enough to make her get over Kara lying then she doesn’t know what will.

Sighing Lena asks “Kara, have you ever seen me hug anyone?”

Kara wracks her brain “Uh Sam and Ruby I think, but that’s it?”

Lena smiles then goes back to being stoic. “Yes and what do those two people have in common with you?”

“Uh?” It takes a few minutes but eventually Kara answers “You’ve known them for awhile right?”

“Yes but Kara they’re also my best friends, who I literally would die for.” Pausing seeing Kara isn’t going to say anything “they also don’t have a cool handshake with me, well okay Ruby does but she’s a kid so that doesn’t count.”

Kara waits for a moment then asks “But.. why?”

“Because why would I give a meaningless handshake to the people I care most about when I can hug you?” “Does a hug not mean more, show that I care care more about you then a cool little handshake?”

Speechless, she nods. Because Kara admits she never thought about it like that. She only thought that Lena didn’t care about her enough to give her something so cool but to hear that she only hugged three people in the whole world that means far more then a practiced handshake.

Smiling “if it really matters to you though, I will create a handshake with you. Sam has been bugging me for one two so I guess my hugs aren’t enough anymore for you nerds.”

Gawking Kara stops breathing for a moment because Lena just called her and Sam nerds when she has special handshakes for literally all the super friends. “seriously Lena how is having cool handshakes not nerdy?!!”

Lena smiles and shrugs “I’m rich and hot so it doesn’t count”

anonymous asked:

Could you do Gabe, Jesse, Hanzo and Genji as vampires? How would they deal with cravings (especially with being around S/O), other stuff... I love your work! Thanks so much ^u^

Thank you so much! I hope you like these!


- Before meeting him, you didn’t get why people thought the idea of vampires was sexy. After you met him, it was easy to see

- He’s incredibly alluring, and anyone who so much as walks by him on the street feels it; but he only has eyes for you

- Him biting you is just a part of life, he can’t resist and doesn’t try to. He likes it when you wear clothes that reveal the bite marks, even if he knows it’s not always practical to do so

- When he’s feeding on you (if you can pay attention past the raging hormones in your system) you’ll hear him saying how delicious your blood tastes

- Doesn’t just bite your neck to feed, he’ll bite any major blood vessel, be it in your neck, wrist, thigh, or anywhere else


- You didn’t believe him when he told you he was a vampire, it just seemed a little absurd

- Then you start thinking about it, he doesn’t like your silver jewelry, or churches, and has unusually sharp canines

- Oh my god your boyfriend is a vampire

- He likes to have with his condition, little playful bites whenever he walks by you, using  his minor hypnotic powers to walk you away from the dishes and onto the couch to cuddle with him

- When he actually feeds on you he makes sure you’re comfortable and gets you anything you want

- Is not amused if you eat garlic bread (mostly because he misses being able to eat it)


- He didn’t want to tell you at first because he wasn’t sure how you’d react, but it got to the point where he had to tell you or break off the relationship, and he wasn’t willing to do that

- You took it remarkably well and asked questions. After he cleared up what was real and what we’re myths about vampires, you stopped wearing your silver jewelry and eating garlic

- He doesn’t like depending on you for all the blood he drinks, he doesn’t want to put your body under that kind of strain. He has a source that acquires small amounts of blood (from either volunteer donors or by stealing from blood banks/hospitals), and he’ll drinks those

- That doesn’t mean he never feeds on you. If you allow him, he take just a little blood during intimate moments

- Honestly, you’d wish he’d take more from you instead of drinking the blood of strangers. Once you have a well established relationship you can bring thud up to him and he’ll start drinking more from you, eventually relying only on you

-He’s more than a little relieved that you’re okay with this arrangement


- After Mercy rebuilt him, he gained the ability to get nutrients through food, not just blood  

- He only gets cravings once in a blue moon now, but they’re usually severe. In these times he barely keeps his wits about him long enough to ask your permission before feeding on you

- He feels guilty about this. He thinks he’s putting you in a position where you feel like you can’t say no

- It’s not actually the case, you love it when he feeds on you, the rush of hormones doesn’t compare to anything else

- He also loves to give you love bites that don’t break the skin all over your body

anonymous asked:

3 and 7 for hanzo?

I already did #3 - Sleeping Headcanon for Hanzo, but I’ll do #7 - Kissing Headcanon FOR SURE. get ready for way more than you asked for (title of my sex tape)

Hanzo wasn’t a blushing virgin at any point in his life. His first kiss was a boy, and he initiated it. They spoke to him a few times after class, they played together, and without thinking, Hanzo kissed him. Easy, innocent, natural. It was nice.

The aftermath was not. Both of them were reprimanded, Hanzo most of all. Even that early on, he was taught that one day, he must marry a woman and produce an heir. Even in 20-whatever-it-was, the Shimada clan was very traditional. Not bigoted, they told themselves – traditional.

But, it’s not as if boys won’t be boys. Hanzo grew up and learned that it was okay to kiss boys, but only in secret. He convinced himself that he liked girls the same, if not more than boys, and to this day he’s not really sure of the exact lines of his true sexuality. (There’s a lot of things about him that may just be leftovers from what the clan instilled, but he’s past trying to figure it all out.) 

Either way, he had to keep his dalliances with men on the DL, and so his kisses were either entirely sexual or quick, sparsely affectionate things. No need to go deeper when you know it won’t last. And he always set the pace – the interaction could never not be on his terms. With women, maybe some were romantic, but they were always so polite, respectful, nearly chaste. He thought that that was what was expected of him, and the women he was positioned with were likely raised along similar lines. These were veritable modern princesses. Hard to really give into a kiss when you are hyper-conscious of external parameters.

Sometimes he would let them kiss him: his face, all over his body. He accepted all currency of worship but was terrible at reciprocating. Nothing ever seemed to last, man or woman. Hanzo eventually decided that he’s not really built for this sort of thing anyway.

After his exile, lbr, he wasn’t kissin’ anybody for a WHILE. But he is human. The solitude gets to him. After awhile, he’d fall into it with someone, but repeatedly get shut down by how dominating and even awkward he could be. He has no context for what he’s doing wrong. He thinks, again, maybe these things just weren’t meant for someone like me.

Then he meets Jesse. The first time they kiss, Hanzo is demanding and dominant, but Jesse doesn’t seem to mind. The cowboy gets in a slower kiss here or there, and Hanzo, finally learning his lesson, gives in little by little. It’s incredibly uncomfortable at first, even as it makes another part of him giddy – the slow shift of their lips, the hands on his face, the sense that they could spend forever doing this and only this and never desire more – but he really likes Jesse, and doesn’t want to fuck this up. Not so late in his life. Not when he feels like he’s been given his very last chance. Eventually, they fall into a rhythm so beautiful, Hanzo feels like he’s been missing out on something all his life. The pain from contrasting his past experiences to now is great, but it doesn’t override the sheer pleasure and gratitude for what he’s received. 

Then one day, a month or so after their first kiss, Hanzo leans back and sees the dazed look on Jesse’s face. “What? Is something wrong?”

“Nah, you’re just… a really good kisser.”

He hadn’t even been thinking about it. He felt just like he did with that first boy after school – free, innocent, simply doing what came natural. Only now he truly is free, and the boy in front of him is all he could’ve ever wished for.

“Aw, hon… why you cryin’?”

Inside the super-sized Glee reunion on The Flash-Supergirl musical crossover

Darren Criss is singing his heart out. Grant Gustin and Melissa Benoist are tap dancing. “It’s literally a Glee episode,” Gustin jokes. No, the Fox series hasn’t been revived. The trio are actually reuniting for the first time since their days on the Emmy-nominated hit series for a different kind of musical — and Criss may finally get his revenge.

His Glee character, Blaine Anderson, received a slushy facial from Gustin’s Sebastian Smythe back in 2012, but now the tables have turned, with Criss assuming the mantle of the dastardly DC Comics villain Music Meister in the highly anticipated Flash/Supergirl musical crossover. “It is funny that the last time I worked with Grant, he was the bad guy and he was singing at me, and now I’m the bad guy singing at him,” Criss says. Though it’s a different set, with the quick turnaround and prep, Criss concurs that this all feels familiar. “It’s just Glee,” he says.

In the March 21 episode of The Flash, Barry (Gustin) and Kara (Benoist) find themselves trapped in a movie musical of the Meister’s creation — an hour that has been years in the making. “We’ve always talked about doing it, from the very beginning, more in a joking way,” says executive producer Andrew Kreisberg. Gustin, however, was initially curious. “I didn’t ever think it would be a real thing, so when they told me it was real, I was like, ‘How?!‘”

Here’s how: As the Scarlet Speedster and Girl of Steel experience turmoil in their interpersonal relationships, they’re whammied by the Music Meister, a less mustache-twirling, more manipulative villain who causes victims to break into song. The character was famously voiced by Neil Patrick Harris in the Batman: The Brave and the Bold animated series. “I have made a pretty decent career of only taking over roles as made famous by child stars,” jokes Criss, who also played the titular wizard in the Harry Potter musical.

“I could not be happier that he’s here,” gushes Benoist, whose Glee character Marley Rose was mentored by Blaine. “He’s killing this role. He’s bringing such a fun energy, the way he did on Glee as well.”

Being fans of movie musicals as kids, the power-stripped heroes end up trapped in a golden-age send-up involving rival gangs and their kids falling in love — though expect many of the couples to come with a twist. The only way out? Follow the Meister’s script till the end. It may be a prison to them, but it’s heaven to Benoist. Noting she was born in the wrong era, the actress takes delight in the vintage ambience while sitting on a ’40s-era nightclub set. “Not that I don’t love the [Supergirl] suit, but it just feels good playing the same character in a completely different setting,” she says. “I’m eating this up.”

The Glee alums aren’t the only big names attached to the special episode. In a nod to Kara’s favorite film Wizard of Oz, everyone else in the vocally impressive cast is playing a character within this movie, from Jesse L. Martin, Victor Garber, and John Barrowman as rival mob bosses to Jeremy Jordan’s club pianist and Carlos Valdes’ aspiring artist busboy. Cherry-picking the movie musical genre — West Side Story, Singing in the Rain, and Guys and Dolls among the show’s inspirations — the hour also features some original songs, including “Runnin’ Home to You” from Oscar-winning La La Land duo Benj Pasek and Justin Paul, as well as the bubbly and playful Rachel Bloom co-penned tap duet “Super Friend.” “It’s a goofy song and it’s very consistent with that style of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend,” Gustin says.

“We were approached by Rachel Bloom, who reached out to us and she really wanted to write a song for us,” Kreisberg explains. “And Greg [Berlanti] had a relationship with Pasek and Paul, so we sat down with them — we hadn’t even seen La La Land with them, but Greg had been such huge fans of theirs.”

The episode also includes several covers, among them the Benoist solo “Moon River,” and an ensemble performance of Jackie DeShannon’s “Put a Little Love in Your Heart” that brings the denizens of the ’40s nightclub to their feet as the Meister conducts Jordan, Valdes, and John Barrowman in an epic, upbeat dance number choreographed by Glee’s Zachary Woodlee. “Some things are just star-crossed,” Valdes says of his two worlds — superheroes and musicals — colliding. “Some things are just destined and written in the stars. This felt like one of those instances where it was just something that was going to happen.”

Jordan concurs: “Ever since they announced the cast of our show — plus the casts of Flash and other shows having so many musical theater people in them — it was only a matter of time before they harnessed those talents and made something into it.”

All involved have unquestionable talents when it comes to singing, but Barrowman says the DeShannon piece doesn’t play to his strengths: “I’m exceptionally confident vocally, but they show me the dance steps and I’m not a hip-hopper, no way,” says Barrowman, who practices his moves on set between takes. “I panicked.” Still, Barrowman was determined to be involved once he learned of the crossover. “I hadn’t heard anything and I just basically then said, ‘I think you would be daft or stupid not to have me in this, really,‘” he says. “But they planned on it all along.”

On the flip side, Gustin says he was excited about slipping back into his dance shoes. “More than anything else, my true foundation was tap dance,” the actor says. “It’s been cool to get back to it.” Adds Benoist: “It’s funny how things stay in your muscle memory. It was fun to pick it back up again and see your body and be like, ‘Oh, we remember how to do this.'”

With everyone in one room, Barrowman admits, “I’m a bit fan-boying out to be honest,” explaining that he watched his castmates’ former projects Glee and Smash. “What a nerd,” Jordan responds upon hearing the news. “He plays it super cool backstage, so you wouldn’t know he was geeking out.”

Beyond Glee, the hour marks an even bigger reunion as Gustin and Supergirl‘s Chris Wood — who, along with co-star David Harewood, will guest in the crossover, but not sing — went to school together, while Criss counts Valdes, Pasek, and Paul as classmates. “It’s been a very sentimental crossover on so many levels,” Criss says. “Every day, every scene my mind is being blown. I can’t believe I’m here with Melissa Benoist and Carlos Valdes. ‘How do you guys even know each other? Oh, that’s right, you’re both superheroes!'”

Fun fact: Another classmate of theirs, Andy Mientus, also previously played a villain on The Flash, with Criss joking it’s about damn time he appeared in the Berlanti-verse. “I was wondering why everybody else I knew had been on the show but me,” Criss says with a laugh. In truth, Kreisberg says Criss was destined to play this role. “Darren so brings him to life,” the EP says. “I’m not sure who we would have gotten to do it if Darren had said no, but it turned out to be one of those things where we wanted Darren and Darren actually wanted the part. It was very kismet.”

Should the crossover prove successful, Kreisberg even has hopes for a sequel, and Criss would be elated to return to the wild, wild world of singing superheroes. “I would have liked to have written some songs,” quips the actor and musician, who landed the role too late in the process to do so. “I want to come back, I’m not done — then I’ll have my true payback!” Watch out, Flash!

The musical crossover will kick off at the end of Supergirl‘s March 20 hour, with the majority of the action taking place during The Flash‘s March 21 episode, both airing at 8 p.m. ET on The CW.

Hcs for Hanzo, Genji, Gabe, Jack, and Jesse watching fireworks with their s/o


  • Hanzo wouldn’t say much, really. He’d be watching them, practically mesmerized by the colors, and appreciating the beauty of them in every way.
  • He’d also have you pulled fairly close, an arm around your waist with his other one being used to hold himself up on the ground.
  • He’d spare glances at you every now and then, probably in between the waves of fireworks, and just watch you enjoy yourself.
  • You’d tug on his shirt and point at the ones that really caught your attention, and he’d only hum in response and nod.
  • You wouldn’t notice his stares until close to the end of the show, and when you did, he’d admit to it wholeheartedly. He’d hold up his hands in surrender and press a small kiss to your temple.
  • “You looked so happy watching them, my blossom, I couldn’t speak up.”
  • You two would head home, and after the show, he would have most likely bought some sparklers from a firework store himself.
  • He’d light one for both of you, and he’d let his burn. But you? You’d do everything with yours; draw in the air with it, write your names, or just wave it around. And all the while, Hanzo would watch and appreciate how lucky he was to be with you.
  • Afterwards, you’d ask him why he watched you so much and didn’t enjoy himself like you did.
  • “I can’t help myself…your beauty captivates me.”


  • He really enjoys the giant green fireworks that fade out to yellow, sparkling in the sky as they die out.
  • He’ll sit next to you, the both of you wrapped up in a huge blanket. His head lays on your shoulder, hair tickling your cheek.
  • He has to excuse himself for a moment, but the fireworks are so loud, you couldn’t hear his reason.
  • He’ll come back just to surprise you with his own “fireworks.”
  • You’d hear a loud BANG behind you, right next to your butt.
  • Giggling, he’ll hand you a box of those little poppers you throw at the ground.
  • As you two listen to the fireworks behind you, beautiful colors silhouetting your shadows, the two of you will be having a great time making each other dance around the exploding bags of pebbles.
  • You’d stop to watch some particularly amazing fireworks, pointing them out to Genji so he doesn’t miss any really cool ones!
  • Genji suggests bringing in a ping pong paddle to play popper ping pong, but it’s just a really bad idea that could end up minorly burning someone.
  • The two of you don’t really think about the mess you’ll have to clean up later until the main show is over and the two of you are stepping on sharp rocks and paper.


  • He’d probably not take you to the firework show in town, saying it’s “ridiculous” or “irrelevant” and that “we can have our own show at home.”
  • You’d kind of not agree with him, and do your best to persuade him into going to the show, but he’d win, like always.
  • You’d be waiting at home when he returned with the fireworks. You’d be expecting some measly little packages of sparklers and smoke bombs, and maybe some sizzlers, but what you see would surprise you tenfold. Four large packages, all varying in contents – they’d come up to the height of your waist, fucking hell – and Gabe would only have a smug smirk on his face as you look at them.
  • You’d still kind of not enjoy doing fireworks at home, but when Gabe sat you down in a safe area while he prepared them, you’d cross your arms and wait for the inevitable forest fire.
  • But– there would be none. He’d scare you at first, suddenly lighting one of the more larger fireworks, and when it went off in the air, you’d let out a yelp.
  • But…watching them, you’d find them pretty neat. They’d all be dazzling colors; red, green, blue, orange, yellow. They’d go off, continuously, and Gabe would suddenly appear next to you.
  • “Do you like them, mi amor?”
  • “Yes, Gabriel. I think they’re fabulous. Thank you.”
  • “Told you that this would have been better than the show in town.”


  • He’ll be grilling up some food for the big show in the park. The two of you are out for a picnic while you watch the fireworks.
  • “You want a dog or a burger?”
  • He’d like to think he is “Grillmaster: 76” but his grilling skills aren’t exactly up to par with his fighting ability.
  • He’s got his large cooler full of soda and beer.
  • When he’s done making dinner for the two of you, you’ll both sit and try to enjoy your charred meals.
  • Just add a little more salt, maybe then you can stomach it.
  • Or just wait until after the show to eat.
  • You’ll both be sipping your drinks, watching the beautiful fireworks light up the sky.
  • He’s relatively silent when watching them, rarely commenting on how nice a few of them look.
  • It’s not particularly exciting to sit and watch fireworks with Jack, but it’s nice to just relax next to him and forget about the struggles in the world.


  • He’d be hooting and hollering over every gigantic explosion with his arm draped around your shoulders.
  • “Whew, what a beauty!”
  • He’ll whistle at the LOUDEST most OBNOXIOUS booms.
  • He’ll be drunk. He really likes to celebrate when the big fireworks are out.
  • He has definitely purchased confetti pistols for the event. Handing you one of your favorite color, he’ll challenge you to a duel.
  • The triggers on these pistols are always incredibly hard to pull and there’s always the chance you’re going to burn your hand when the gunpowder goes off. 
  • When he shouts fire, confetti flies all over you, the strong scent of gunpowder filling the air. Your own pistol broke of course, but McCree bought around five packs of those things you are given as many chances to shoot him as you needed.
  • He’ll lend you a hand, assisting you in the proper way to pull the trigger without getting any of the negative repercussions.
  • As you sit and watch the finale of the big fireworks show, he’s showering you in confetti from the confetti pistols.
  • You’re going to have to scrub really hard to get the smell of gunpowder out of your hair, but McCree sure had his fun.
Bucky the Jerk, Part 1

Bucky the Jerk, part 1

Hi. So I decided to put my obsession to good use and write a Bucky x Reader thing. If It plops i can always disappear into the night. Please let me know if you like it and just what you think.

I only have two or three, well maximum four chapters left to write, with five done, and I’m itching to share. 

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky is being a dick to you, and you can’t understand why is he the only one from Avengers who doesn’t like you.

Chapter summary: Just premise :) Bucky is a bit of a dick.

Mornings at the Avengers Compound were among your favourite things in the world. Tony sure knew where to build - the enourmous floor-length glass windows at the common area and the adjoining kitchen showcased the vast valley before the Tower. And you, not an early bird by any means, loved to get up before sunrise and munch on something, looking over the hills and trees, as light filled the rooms.

Your friends and colleagues rarely joined you, if only you all had an early mission - sunrise was too much even for superheroes.

That Saturday you sat on the counter, as always, swinging your legs back and forth, a cup of tea in your hand. You didn’t bother dressing up - nobody would be awake anyway. You sat there in the first clothes that were close by, when you hurried out of your room to catch the sun rising. You were also glad that nobody could see you like this - hair in disarray, and only a black tank top and knickers as your outfit. You weren’t the shyest person in the world, but it was no plan of yours to let anyone see your soft, not sporty or trained, like Natasha’s, legs.

You sighed with pleasure, looking out the window. It was so nice to just be yourself every once in awhile, to not have to suck your tummy in near Natasha and Wanda, to look even remotely as good. You leaned back on your elbows, almost lying down on the counter, cup of tea next to you.

Unknown to you, another visitor stepped into the kitchen. He wasn’t expecting to see anyone there, but least of all you. Bucky always wanted to flee when you were left alone with him in a room, but if unnoticed he allowed himself a few glances. He stood in the doorway and slid his eyes over your relaxed form. Your hair always enamored him, but he was still motionless. When his gaze reached your naked legs though, he shifted uncomfortably against the door

When you heard a shuffle behind you, you whipped around, knocking the cup to the floor.

“Godammit, Barnes!” you huffed, your heart jumping violently in your chest, and slid to the floor to pick up the pieces. “You need a freaking bell around your neck!”

Why does it have to be him this early in the day? You thought desperately.

He just stood there in the doorframe, his mouth slightly agape, looking like it was you who scared him.

You didn’t care to care though.

“Ugh,” you collected the pieces and went to throw them out, “It was my favourite cup.”

He moved a bit closer, the same idiotic look plastered across his face.

“What?” You snapped.

“Nothing, Y/N,”  he shifted again and averted his eyes when you kneeled down in front of the puddle “Just… Nice outfit.”

You realised what happened and instantly felt your cheeks flare up. Oh god, why, WHY didn’t you put on a bra and some pants? Lazy little shit… You kept mentally chastising yourself, when you heard him speak.

“What are you doing up so early anyway?” He leaned on the doorframe and you thought he avoided your eyes when you looked up. He looked annoyed still, and this time you felt a pang of anger. Why is he annoyed with you?

“Got up to see the sunrise. What are you even doing up so early?”

You dumped the last glass pieces into the trash and went to mop the floor with paper towels, effectively ignoring his sour gaze.

“Never took you for an early bird.” He said, disregarding your question.

“I’m not,” you said, crossing your arms, mirroring him and staring him down.

“What?” He asked, his eyebrows raised.

“Are you going to apologise?”

“For what? Getting up for some water?”

“You scared me,” you bit out, “And I broke my cup.”

He rolled his eyes, and his expression changed slightly, now to a teasing one. Oh, hell no. You weren’t gonna let him make fun of you again, like he did for the past seven months since you joined.

You pushed past him and went to your room, anticipating a glorious fucking day.


Even superheroes need a breather, and Saturday was that. Tony was out somewhere, but everyone else was lounging around the tower. You were cuddled up in a blanket at the common area, reading, with Nat and Wanda watching a movie on the other couch.

Wanda kept looking over to you though, not really paying attention to the screen. Eventually, she spoke up.

“Ok, Y/N, if you don’t tell us what’s wrong I’m gonna have to breach your privacy.” she tapped her temple.

“What?” You looked up from the book, not even sure you remembered the last words you just read.

“See? I’m telling you she’s distracted.” Wanda told Nat, and she nodded, “Spill it.”

“Oh, it’s been spilt.” You felt an urge to giggle at your own hilarious pun, but the girls just looked at each other.

“Y/N…” Natasha started carefully, “Who got you? We know something happened, it’s like there’s a storm cloud over your head.”

You sighed and closed the book, frowning at your friends.


Natasha smiled ever so slightly, and you even though that maybe you imagined it.

“It’s fucking Barnes.”

“Told you!” Natasha jumped up and laughed, and Wanda rolled her eyes, “You don’t need any psychic powers to know who upset her apple cart!”

“What are you on about?” You asked, kicking off the blanket, suddenly hot.

“We  just…” Wanda coughed and Natasha sat down next to her, changing her tone, “We just know you two don’t really get along. Which remind me, why is that?”

“Don’t ask me, he’s the one who’s got a problem with me. It’s every time, for all these months  he keeps teasing me, and making fun of me, and in the field he always makes sure we’re together, just so that he can ridicule how inadequate I am!”

“You sure that’s the problem, love?” Wanda asked.

“I don’t see any other explanation. You’d think in seven months he’d get used to me. You all did…”

Natasha was trying not to burst out laughing, and you took it as her making fun of your misery. You didn’t care though, Nat was kind to you and you were close, so you couldn’t care less if she found Bucky’s childish behavior hilarious.

“What are you girl gossiping about?” Came Sam’s voice from behind you.

“Hey Sammy,” Natasha stretched her back, “Nothing. Just trying to cheep Y/N up.”

“Aww, what happened baby?” He leaned over the back of your loveseat and lightly pinched your cheeks.

Wanda laughed, and you tried to squirm away.

“Ok, Sam, you know what? I appreciate the sentiment, but when you concentrate on my cheeks, it makes me feel like a hamster - not a baby.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, with all seriosness, “The cutest hamster baby.”

Now Nat couldn’t hold in her laughter any longer, and Sam kept talking to you in a baby voice. You grabbed his shoulders and pulled, and he didn’t keep his balance from all the laughing, falling right in your lap over the top of the couch.

You giggled yourself now, cradling his head.

“You idiot.”

“See? I cheered her up in a flash, and all I had to do was fall over a couch. Amateurs.” He mockingly scoffed at the girls.

“You guys seem to be having fun.”

Yes, you were, right up until you heard that husky voice that meant no good.

You straightened out and refused to look back, to where Barnes stood. You just caressed Sam’s hair, forgetting in your rage momentarily what was even happening.

The plague of your life walked around the loveseat and looked the scene over.

“What… Um, what’s this?” He motioned to you and Sam.

“Nothing!” Wanda replied before you could even come up with a poisonous comment. “We’re just fooling around. Trying to make Y/N feel better - someone’s upset her.”

Wanda held her gaze on Barnes for a few moments, but he just gave you and Sam another glare and walked away.


You couldn’t help yourself, and when you said it, all three of them started laughing.

Bucky walked away to his room, huffing, fuming and trying to come up with a good enough comment for the next time he saw you.

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anonymous asked:

I love your writing! Could I request a fic please? Where McCree has a secret fiancé, living somewhere safe and reminding him that he has something to live for? But the remaining Deadlock members find her and kidnap her? And she's terrified when she realizes how much they hate Jesse and how they're willing to do anything to her in order to hurt him.

((A/N - I did this in Blackwatch era if that’s okay! It made more sense as Deadlock was more recent and oh my goodness gracious me I got so carried away with it I love writing McCree as a hero oosh. Might have to upload to AO3!))

“Please be safe.”
“I always am, doll.”

You stood on your toes to be able to press your lips against his. His rough, chapped lips that you were forever telling him to put lip balm on. You saw Jesse out the door, waving to him as set off down the road towards the Overwatch base. You twirled your engagement ring on your finger, a thin gold band that had a set of three diamonds with the middle one being slightly larger.

Jesse had proposed to you last year. You had known him since his days in the Deadlock gang, only because he used to frequent the diner you worked at. On more than one occasion he had bought you a strawberry milkshake or paid for your favourite song to be played on the jukebox. You were always careful though. You never became too close for the fear of doing something wrong which might anger him or the gang. You always accepted his compliments with a smile, and politely refused his requests to go dancing after work. It was only ever him that visited, saying what you had was a little secret, sealed with a wink.

Overwatch had then infiltrated Route 66, tearing apart the gang and luckily giving Jesse another chance at life to do good in the world. Knowing that neither of you were in any more danger, he proposed to you then and there. He constantly complimented you on your accent, your style, your pretty eyes. You had only moved to the little town a couple of years prior. He had of course sweetened you up and you accepted. You were his rock, and he was your charming cowboy.


“Honey, I’m home!” Jesse jokingly sang out as he sauntered through the front door.

You greeted him with a smile and a peck on the cheek. With what Jesse was earning working in the Blackwatch division under Overwatch, there was no need for you to carry on working at the diner. You had your own little ranch on the outskirts of town. You spent your days cleaning, cooking, sewing, ironing, being kept hidden..

“Did you tell them today, sweetie?” You held your hands in front of you, an expectant look on your face.

Jesse’s furrowed brow and sigh told you everything. Your engagement was a secret. A secret from your family, friends, and Overwatch.

“That’s.. fine.”
 You turned away from him, heading back into the kitchen to finish up the stew.

“Darlin’, it’s not fine.”
“So why can’t you tell them? Why can’t I tell them? Why can’t I tell anyone?”

You span on your heels to look at him and crossed your arms. Jesse’s eyes widened at your sudden anger. He understood your frustrations, he really did. It just seemed for however long you two has known each other everything between you had to be a secret.

“There are… Complications.”
“Such as?”

Jesse sighed and took his hat off, moving round to sit on the sofa and patting the seat next to him. You precariously followed suit, back stiff and perched on the edge of the seat.

“Yes? What about them?”
“With Overwatch being close by, they’re gettin’ a bit antsy. Since they, well, arrested half o’ their men they didn’t take too kindly to it. Doll, the base isn’t even the direction that I head off to in the morning. I have to do that in case I’m bein’ followed.”

Your shoulders tensed slightly.

“Being followed..?”
“They’re not the nicest o’ gangs and they try to keep tabs on people. Whether they know that I was given’ a second chance.. I don’t know.”

You looked at him. He was staring at the carpet, eyes drawn to a particular out of place thread. He fiddled with the hat in his hands.

“Which is why I have to keep us a secret.” Jesse slowly said.

You nodded, taking the hat from his hands and walking around the sofa to place it on a coathook. You hadn’t realised he was following you until you turned around and bumped into him.

“(Y/N), you are my home. You always have been. If anythin’ were t'happen’ to ya..”

You leant forwards onto his chest, him then covering you with his arms. He of course smelt like cigars, gunpowder and coffee. You were his home, and he was yours.

You pulled back slightly so you could look up into his chocolate eyes, etched with concern.

“I love you, Jesse McCree.”

He broke into a smile and picked you up, twirling you around.

“I love you too, (Y/N).”


The next day went off without a hitch, you said your farewells and began preparing food for dinner.

Knock. Knock.

You frowned. Wiping your hands clean on a teatowel you lightly stepped over to the front door, peering through the peephole. Two young men dressed in black stood cockishly on your porch. You weren’t supposed to have any visitors today. You weren’t supposed to have any visitors, full stop.

You hooked the metal chain onto the door, so when it opened there was only a tiny crack you could see through. Better to be safe than sorry.

“May I help you, at all?”

“Is McCree here?” The one on the right spat.

“Erm, who? I think you may have the wrong ranch.”

Your heart was racing. Jesse had prepared you for this, to feign ignorance if anyone came asking for him.

“Your fiancé?”

You blanched. You tried to slam the door closed but one put their foot in the way. You grunted, and ran towards where you kept your shotgun in the cupboard under the stairs. You’d never had to use it before, but being so far out in the open you constantly had wild beasts and trespassers roaming your lands, you had to threaten them somehow.

You aimed it at the door, preparing for the worst when a crack shot through the air and your front windows were shattered. You held your hand up to your face to shelter from the flying glass, a few shards managing to scrape across your palm.

“Don’t come any closer.” You threatened. You inwardly cursed yourself at how weak you sounded. You emphasised by jabbing the shotgun in the direction of the window.

“Why, miss, we don’t want to hurt you.”

The two intruders stepped through the shattered pane, pointing revolvers at you and grinning wolfishly. Your breathing quickened. Your eyes scanned around the room, while slowly stepping back. You needed an exit route, and you needed one now.

“Just tell us where McCree is and we won’t have to put a bullet between your pretty eyes.”

They were stalking towards you, every step you took back they took one forward. The gun in your hands was shaking. You cocked it and aimed at their feet, firing which sent a whirlwind of wood splinters into the air.

This gave you a few mere seconds to sprint out of the living room, into the kitchen and out the back door. You heard cursing from the strangers and then heavy footsteps of them chasing you. You rounded the corner and pressed your back against the warm wooden slats, gun poised to whack the butt into one of their heads as they came round.

They never came round. You were sure they were following you. You frowned, peeking out to see if they were still there. They weren’t.

Treading carefully and aiming your shotgun, you stepped around the corner to look by the back door.

“Checkmate, princess.”

Something cold and hard pressed against the back of your neck. You shuddered out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. You stared blankly ahead into the desert, dropping the gun on the ground and raising your open hands to shoulder height.

Gravelly footsteps made their way so the one that had originally spoken to you was standing in front of you.

“Wild one, she is.”
“No wonder McCree went for her.” The one behind you sniggered.

You narrowed your eyes at the one in front, who was now pointing his gun at your chest.

“Don’t try anythin’ funny, sweetheart.” He smiled sickly sweet at you, and then nodded at the one behind you.

A rag soaked in something sweet and alcoholic covered your nose and mouth, making you cry out. You scrabbled at the man’s hands by your face, hearing him wince from where you cut him with your nails. He was relentless. Trying to struggle made you breath in more sharply and quickly, which you didn’t realise was helping their cause. Your hands became fuzzy, knees weak and vision blurring.

“Sleep tight.” They chuckled.

Everything went black.


“Why ain’t she pickin’ up..”

Jesse scowled at his burner phone, the number he had been ringing going to voicemail. He wanted to let you know that he was going to be home early today, as he’d managed to get a half day off and he could help you cook dinner as an apology for yesterday.

He scuffed his way through the long grass, the heat forming sweat droplets on the back of his neck.

He frowned. Tyre tracks by the front of your ranch. You weren’t supposed to have visitors. Feeling uneasy, Jesse unholstered his peacekeeper. Before he had made it to the front of the house, he could see that the front window had been smashed in and the door was slightly ajar.

Oh no.

“(Y/N)? You home, doll?”

He peaked in through the window and saw glass everywhere. Two pairs of dusty footprints by window making their way towards- blood? He stepped through the wooden pane on high alert for any signs there’s someone still in the house. It was deathly silent.

Jesse crouched when he made it to the doorway to the kitchen, picking up a shard of glass that definitely had blood on it.

Well, shit.

He quickly put his earpiece in and channeled it to the base.

“McCree to Watchpoint 66.”
“McCree. Reyes here.”
“I need your help.”


Your head was pounding. Your palm stung. Your breathing was rattling, as though you were dehydrated. Your neck ached from where it was hanging awkwardly, a stray hair tickling your nose. You tried to reach up to brush it out of the way and scratch your nose. You tensed your arms when you realised you couldn’t, something rough had bound your wrists together behind your back. Your eyes shot open. Your vision was blurry, trying to adjust to the dim lit room. You looked down and realised you had been bound to a wooden chair. Trying to cry out for help, you realised a cloth of some sort was drawn tightly across your mouth. Glancing down, even your ankles were tied together from what you could see with rough hemp rope. You tried to regulate your breathing, air heavily leaving your nose.

Your head shot up when the rickety door swung open, a dark figure standing in the doorway.

“She’s awake.” The voice rumbled, nodding to someone else in the hallway.

The figure stepped over the threshold towards you. You tensed up, drawing in a sharp breath and head held high.

He wore dark leather trousers and a billowing cream top, almost like an old fashioned pirate. He grabbed your jaw with his calloused hand, forcing you to look up towards his shadowed face.

“So you’re the one that Jesse McCree has fallen for. A pretty lil’ thing, huh.”

He had the same southern accent as Jesse, albeit more menacing. He turned your head to the side, losing eye contact. Only spending a minute with this savage and he’s already made you feel like a piece of meat up for inspection. He leaned in close, lips hesitating over your ear.

“Do ya love him, sweetpea?”

You shut your eyes, tears squeezing out the corners and you drew in a shuddering breath.

Answer me.”

You nodded your head, him only being satisfied when he let his grip go off your face and moved back. You bowed your head, wondering how you got into this situation. Wondering what Jesse’s reaction would be when he saw how ransacked your house was. Wondering about Jesse.

“Don’t cry. I di'n’t mean to make ya cry.”

He gently wiped away a streaming tear, his touch as soft as a lover’s. You glanced at his tan hand that was so close to your cheek. He took his hand back and thwack. His right hand struck your cheek, snapping your head to the right and hair falling over your face. The pain brought a fresh batch of waterworks, sobs choking in your throat.

A dark chuckle escaped from your captor. He pulled up another wooden chair from the darkness and sat down.

“D'ya know how long we’ve been lookin’ for that mutt?”

You shook your head, learning quickly it’s better to play along.

Too long. After that darned Overwatch took half o’ my men we wanted to fight. Obviously we didn’t have enough manpower. When we learnt that ingrate was alive and workin’ for them? Hoo, that’s a whole ‘nother story.”

He leant back in the chair, his right ankle coming up to rest on his left knee.

“I had my men follow him. That Overwatch weren’t pretty smart to keep an ex-Deadlock member livin’ on Route 66 were they? He tried to be clever. Sent them on a fox hunt, he did. Until one day we finally caught him going back to ya nice lil’ ranch out back. Seein’ you greet him at the door warmed my heart, I must say.”

Your eyes widened.

“He had a lil’ missy and he was keepin’ her secret from the world. Well, I wonder why that is? That Jesse McCree had snagged himself somethin’ real nice and didn’t wanna share her. We thought we could do him the favor. We could let him know how much he hurt us, at the same time hurtin’ him.”

You frowned at this. They wanted to hurt him? By hurting you?

The stranger leant forwards placing a hand on your knee.

“Don’t worry, doll. We only want to let him know how big o’ a mistake he made when he betrayed us.“  He stood up, stalking around to the back of your chair and placed his hands heavily on your shoulders. "You are the key.”

You shuddered under his grasp, your entire body shivering at the thought of what they, or he, were going to do to you.


“Jesse, you need to calm-”
I am calm.” Jesse seethed.
“Well then get your hand off of my desk.”

Jesse looked down, his nails digging into the wood creating splints on Gabriel’s desk. He grunted, flumping himself into the chair opposite Reyes and hiding his dark eyes behind his hands.

“She’s out there somewhere and we’re sittin’ here doin’ nothin’. She could be hurt or dyin’ or-”
Don’t. Don’t you dare say it. Jesse, we will find her. I promise.”


You don’t know how long it had been. They would occasionally bring in water and sludge for what they called food. They had to feed you, this being the only time they would ungag you. Your wrists were chafed from being constantly bound, your ankles only released when you needed to relieve yourself. You had lost all energy to fight. It didn’t help that every now and then they would rough you up.

Your head ached, there was dried blood crackling by your nostril and you were sure your ribs were either cracked or majorly bruised. Breathing became a struggle, it was all you could focus on.

They didn’t seem to care about information about Jesse. All Deadlock wanted to do was hurt you. Hurt you so they could hurt him.

The door creaked open, you flinching at the light that shone through the doorway. You were tired and you wanted to give up. It was the man that you had first seen when you were taken.

“Looks like he’s given up lookin’ for ya, doll.” He smirked. “There’s been no word for.. Oh. Four days now.”

You stared blankly at the floor by his feet; you wouldn’t have given him a reaction even if you could. He walked over to you, holding something in his hand that glinted against the light.

“I think it’s time to.. Up the pace. Don’t you think, sweetheart?”

Only then did you look at him properly, studying what he had in his hand. A knife. You tried to shrink into your chair, worried eyes passing between the knife and his shadowed face. A swift strike and the blade was plunged into your thigh, blood seeping out from around the edges. You shut your eyes and let out a muffled cry, pain blinding your vision.

“Good girl. I made sure t'record that one. I’ll send it to ya fiancé and let him know how ya doin’.”

You breathed in deeply through your nose, tears now running freely down your cheeks and you trying to hold back sobs. You’d never known pain like this before.

He pulled the knife from its warm confines to wipe on his trousers, your blood running down onto the floorboards. He twirled the knife in his hands, looking like a predator wondering where he was going to make his next strike. You pleaded with your eyes as much as you could, you couldn’t take much more. You’d fantasized about being back at home, in your bed, with Jesse.

You didn’t know how strong your threshold was for pain but you knew you weren’t going to last long if they started torturing you for the hell of it.

“Com'ere, doll.” He grabbed your throat, leaning in dangerously close.

He passed the blade down the side of your face, making a deep cut down your cheekbone. You could feel blood trickling down, just adding to the list of injuries you had. He tightened his grip around your neck, digging his fingers in which would no doubt leave some lovely purple splotches.

An earthy rumble echoed through the building. Your captor looked at you in concern then span around to face the doorway. He moved around you, behind your chair and pulled your hair so your neck was on show. A loud crash and then suddenly there were three people all in dark clothing looking through the doorway where a rickety door has once stood.

“Long time, no see, McCree.” The man said, now pushing the blade against your bare throat.

“Get your dirty hands off of her, Max.”


You whimpered, struggling in your bounds on the chair. The grip in your hair tightened, making you take a short breath and changing your view so all you could see was the ceiling.

“You ain’t in a position to tell me what to do, Jesse. Unless you want your sweetheart’s blood spewin’ everywhere. Say, how does it feel? To have somethin’ you love taken away from ya?”

“Let her go.” A voice you didn’t recognise said.

“Uh uh. Not until the lil’ rat here understand what Overwatch did to my gang. And how betrayed I felt when I learnt he’d gone off gallavantin’ with ya.”

You could feel the blade dig in deeper, droplets beginning to form. The pain in your leg was excruciating.

“She’s got nothin’ to do with that.”

Your breathing was becoming heavier, the tightness by your throat and the general aches and pains from your leg, ribs, cheek and hair were becoming too much for you. The room became incredibly warm, your hands and feet becoming tingly and limp and eyes drifting shut.

“Looks like she’s already given’ up, Jesse. You’re too late.”

You heard a muffled crack in the air before you let yourself drift off.



You leaned into the touch of someone stroking your hair back from your face. You stirred, eyes shooting open and breathing increasing from what you last remembered.

“(Y/N), it’s okay. You’re safe.”

You quickly scanned the area and all you could see was white. White ceiling, white walls, white bed. Bed. You turned to where the voice came from and there was Jesse. Your Jesse that had come to save you, perched on the edge of the chair waiting anxiously. You leaned back onto the cushy pillows and let out a sigh. You glanced him over. His beard was more scraggly and under his eyes were dark. You held out your hand towards him, him instantly taking it in his grasp and holding you tightly. His thumb rubbed over your engagement ring.

“Jesse..” You croaked.
“Stop. (Y/N), I’m so sorry.” His voice sounded gravelly, broken. “I thought I could protect you.”

You squeezed his hand in reply, trying not to say anything which could damage your throat.

“I should'a been more careful. I should'a done what you said and told them about us. They could’ve protected you more than what I could.”

You frowned at this.

“No, Jesse-”
“I did this to ya. I wouldn’t be surprised if you up and left me.” He covered his face with his free hand, rubbing his forehead.

You retreated your hand slightly before slapping him on the wrist.

“Don’t you dare. You rescued me. What’s done is done but we’re here now. Safe.”

He peeked at you through his fingers, brown eyes meeting yours. A small smile formed on his lips before darting around your face and taking in what Deadlock had really done to you. It faded.

“Wounds heal, Jesse.” You reassured, catching on to what he was looking at. “I never doubted for a second you wouldn’t come for me.”

“Could'n'ta done it without Reyes.”
“I’m sure he’s lovely.”
“He’s the one that took me in after Deadlock.”
“Even more so.”

Jesse relaxed a bit, glad to see that you had woken up and hadn’t changed a bit.

“So I’m guessing Overwatch know about us then, huh?”

He nodded.

“I had to.”
“Not under the best circumstances.”
“I wish it could’ve been better.”

You turned your head towards him so you were facing him fully. You grabbed his hand that was still laying on your pristine sheets with both hands, bringing it up to kiss his knuckles. You hesitantly glanced down at your wrists, ropeburn clearly showing.

“I love you, Jesse McCree. Don’t you ever forget or think that anything will come in between that.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

anonymous asked:

Do you mind doing Reaper, McCree n Genji (love those Blackwatch bois) reacting to someone touching their S/O and they get uncomfortable?


  • The fact that anyone would consider it is beyond me
  • Everyone knows that your with Gabriel
  • Not because you like to brag or tell
  • But because Reaper deliberately told everyone and then explained that anyone who touches you or makes you cry WILL die. No matter the reason
  • So no ones bothered you too much
  • But one small group of talon members think that its all a joke
  • So one day they push and shove you, and honestly its like being in a school yard with a bunch of bullies
  • They think everything is okay until they hear the first bang and the splatter of blood
  • Boy, there is SO much blood. He kills everyone without hesitation 
  • Is very protective of his woman
  • Your the only thing he loves in this world.


  • Back in Overwatch he was a bit of an ass
  • Had this whole ‘can do what I want’ phase going on, like some toddler not getting his way
  • Changed when he met you, because no was definitely in your vocabulary
  • The two of you of you just seemed to fit really well together
  • Tends to be very possessive of you
  • It isn’t intentional. But as a kid who grew up with nothing, the fact that your his…he feels like you could be taken away from him
  • One time he caught a guy to cop a feel of your ass
  • Jesse had seen and broken the mans nose
  • Is usually quite calm
  • Does not tolerate when others treat you poorly
  • Loves you a lot


  • You two fell in love before prefall
  • Not once did you fall for his self pity party, and you pushed him to do better
  • You were the only person he didn’t feel like had their own agenda, and the fact that you weren’t scared of him made him like you more
  • The two of you started dating not long after, and Genji could never figured out why you agreed.
  • At one point he caught one of the other trainee’s trying to hold you buy the waist
  • Just saying, the guy is super lucky to have his fingers still.
  • If you hadn’t stopped him, Genji could have killed him one hundred percent
  • Years later and after learning under Zenyatta, Genji gets flustered when asked about his lack of control that night
  • But ultimately he says he can’t regret it
  • He can never regret stopping someone from hurting or touching
  • The two of you love each other a lot

anonymous asked:

omg can you please write a sequel/ part 2 to that supercorp fic you just posted where Lena finds out Kara is supergirl?!? It was so great but now I'm stressing that Lena doesn't react well. Only if you've got time of course :) also I love how you write supercorp in general, it's amazing and feels so on point

i have a fever & im hacking up a lung: this is, in my humble opinion, the time when my writing ability rly soars. rly comes into its strengths. rly just,,, fucjin rocks. enjoy, ur welcome :))

kara has been waiting, and hoping - and stress eating her way through the kids menu - and more hoping, beyond the normal bounds of hope, that lena will turn up for the dinner date they’d set up before… before all that “i’m an alien blah blah specifically supergirl blah blah blah” stuff.

kara shoves her hand into her bowl of fries, pats around to find one as she checks the long row of windows and the two doors for any sign of lena. her face falls when all she encounters is the cool ceramic feeling of betrayal. and no lena.

she flags down a waiter.

“can i get another of the fries, please?”

he looks at her like he knows she’s already eaten her way through six of them. or maybe like he knows she’s been stood up. it makes her feel worse - slump back in her chair and try to keep from feeling like her heart is being crushed kind of worse - and he nods hurriedly and scurries away into the kitchen.

she pulls out her phone, taps on the second contact, aaalex.

>if after three hours someone hasn’t shown up to a dinner….

>u got stood up
>or they’re dead

kara rolls her eyes. then has a minor panic because, well, lena is kind of a magnet for attempted murder. she strains her ears to listen for lena but it’s futile this close to the ground, this close to so many people.

>lenas fine
>dont break the restaurant or ur phone

kara blinks down at her phone.

>have you been playing with the telepath drugs

>no lol i learned my lesson. i just figured she’s the only one u have been going on dates with so…

kara glares down at her phone, taps the CALL button with furious precision.

“we aren’t dating, alex. they’re friend dates. dates between friends.”


“and also i have been on plenty of dates lately!”

“sure,” alex allows, but kara suspects she’s only half listening.

“they’re not dates,” she mutters. “but she did stand me up.”

“yeah i know. you put your “date between friends” in my calendar so i was kind of surprised when she marched herself into my office tonight. she signed everything.“ alex waits for a moment. kara says nothing, just stubbornly munches through the fries the waiter puts in front of her. she’s relieved to hear lena is actually okay, and that she signed, but it’s all overshadowed by the fact that lena isn’t here, with her, eating something kara can’t pronounce and gushing about the science she’s been working on and the way she smiles when kara orders seconds and tries to pay and alex is talking again. "not sure what kind of damage control thats worth, if any. i mean, she’s a luthor. but i told j'onn not to even think about wiping her. or, i thought it really loudly.”

kara sighs.

“as is my right as a big sister, i get to tell you you’re an idiot,” alex says, far more mildly than kara expected. or deserved, really. “so what the hell happened? i thought we’d at least talk about it before you told her.”

“it wasn’t something i could deny. maybe i could’ve,” kara mutters, “if it weren’t for my too expressive face.”

“the too expressive face,” alex agrees unhappily. “you got us in a lot of trouble with that.”

kara rolls her eyes. “sorry twelve years late?” she offers and alex hums her thanks. “plus m'gann said hi. like she knew me, you know? she didn’t know someone was with me, it’s not her fault, but yeah. lena knew. i could see it. and then we were at her place and i realised she just knew i was an al- a foreigner,” she corrects, looking around the mostly empty restaurant, “and not supergirl,”

“hold up. she let you into her place knowing you’re an alien?”


“huh, okay.”


“no, nothing. let me guess, you told her.”

“dramatic reveal and all.”

“and this was…”

“last night.” kara checks her watch, lifts her hand to get the bill. she grimaces when she sees how expensive it is to eat her way through her feelings. but hey, if she’s going all out, what’s a little more? “can i get two of your pizzas takeaway and also four brownies? please.”

the waiter looks ill at the request but kara is too upset to care that she’s eaten way too much tonight. by human standards. she could still eat.

“alex, you still there?”


“are you free tonight?”

“nope.” she pops the ‘p’ with some relish. “day off tomorrow, maggie and i are taking our bikes down the coast, remember?”

“right, right.” kara hands over her card to the waiter, signs the bill he brings over. “what do i do?”

“about lena?”

“no, about the state of affairs in, ugh i can’t be bothered,” she mutters. “yes, about lena.”

“um. well, she hasn’t tried to kill you yet so…talk to her?” kara hears her step out into an echoing room - the parking lot, she guesses, and alex’s car beeps. “hold on, i’ll switch you to my hands free,”

“no, no, it’s okay. drive safe and have fun tomorrow.”

“we will. and i love you.”

“love you too.”


“hi, jess.”

“kara!” jess smiles over at her. “late night for everyone, hmm?”

“yeah, what are you doing here? it’s midnight, you should be home.”

“i’m just finishing up some work, i have the week off from tomorrow,” she explains. “do you want to see miss luthor?”

her phone buzzes on the side and jess glances up at kara after reading the message.

“let me guess, she’s not in.” jess gives her an awkward smile and kara closes her eyes, nods. “of course,” she says quietly. “okay, well,” she swallows around the thick feeling of tears and sets the brownies on the counter. “um. these are for her. or you. have a good night bye have a fun week,” she says very quickly and almost runs back to the elevator.

it dings open in seconds and kara rushes in, leans back against the wall of it. she holds herself together as much as she can, can’t really help sniffling but she can excuse that on a cold. she stares over at the shut box doors of the elevator and knows the second she gets home she’s going flying.


she wonders if she still has her aunts suit. she doesn’t feel like reds and blues tonight, wants to fly without the expectation that comes with her suit.


the suit, alex tells her, was quarantined.

kara shoves herself into some old jeans and a deep blue sweater and jumps into the sky. when she’s higher than the tallest building, she rolls onto her back and floats, staring up at the sky.

winn is still in the DEO headquarters. she doesn’t fly down, but she hears him typing away and watching some show on his second monitor. he’s been working late a lot lately. she doesn’t know if something is wrong or if it’s more guardian business but she misses him. she’d text him an invite, or ask him about a game night, only she left her phone at home.

james is on the phone to lucy when she flies overhead and they’re over but he still sounds adoring when he speaks to her, and happy.

alex is - doing things no sister needs to hear.


lena’s voice is small and kara jerks, almost rolls into the path of a bat, before she detects the slight slight whine of a voicemail.

“i know it’s late, you’re probably asleep, i just wanted to talk and,”

kara lands with a slight thump on lena’s office balcony and lena turns. the slight stutter of her heart comes not when she sees kara’s face, but her body. or, clothes.


she ends her voicemail, steps over to unlock the door.

“hi. i wasn’t - i was flying, i heard you.”

“oh.” lena’s fingers twitch. she folds her arms. “i signed everything.”

“yeah. alex told me.”

“i apologise for missing dinner.”

kara takes a step back, shakes her head. lena looks nervous the moment she frowns and it rips at kara. she takes another step back.

“you didn’t miss it. you stood me up.” lena doesn’t say anything. “why - what does it change?” she asks. “how am i different?” she tries to keep the frustration from her voice but whatever, she’s upset that her best friend is all wonky over this, fight her about it.

“you’re supergirl.”



“if you say a luthor i’m going to scream,” kara tells her, and lena’s teeth click closed around that exact phrase. “i’ve been telling you for months that i don’t care about that.”

“that’s from before i knew,”

“but i knew!” kara cries. “i knew, and i meant it, and i still mean it, and i just want,” she stutters to a stop, lifts a hand to her eyes. she’s not wearing her glasses so she just covers them with a hand and slowly drags it away when she’s contained again. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you. i didn’t want things to change. i didn’t,” the reason, or a reason, occurs to her and she sags a little. it’s selfish but lena deserves to know. “i didn’t want you to leave me,” she tells her, in a small voice.

lena has been very quiet and still as kara spoke and now she nods. “i am sorry about tonight. sometimes, i do things like that. when someone’s upset me.” she rolls her eyes delicately. “i’ve been told it’s a defence. throw someone off balance so i feel we’re on equal terms again.” her eyes are dark, cool. “i didn’t know. that you were an alien. i keep thinking and thinking, and i keep picking out all these instances and i just,” she shakes her head. “i can’t believe i didn’t know. i don’t like that i didn’t know.”

“i’m sorry.”

lena nods. “i can’t promise everything will be as it was before.”

kara nods as well. things - this, them - have changed and nothing goes back to how it was before a shift like that. as much as something might look the same, it never is.

“but i can tell you that in a month, there is a restaurant opening. i have four tickets, i would like for you to take one.” kara blinks at her. lena doesn’t smile but she does soften, a little. “i can’t tell how this is going to go, which is freaking me out a little and in a week i’m sure i’m gong to do something drastic,” she says with an edge of warning.

“i’ll be ready,” kara promises.

“good. all i can really say is that i will still want you to be around in a months time.” kara feels herself light up at the words. they’re not ‘i’m not leaving you’ or 'i’m not sending you away’ but they’re pretty damn close. “and i don’t know how i feel about this, i don’t know when I’ll figure it out, but i already miss my friend kara.” kara nods her agreement. she can feel a lena sized hole opening up inside her the longer lena speaks, making herself clear that there is going to be a distance, a time for them to figure this out. she’s sure it’ll be a good thing; she’s equally sure it’ll hurt like hell.

“tomorrow is too soon to hang out, right?” kara checks. “it’s just, alex is away and winn is busy and,” she holds up her hands, shakes her head. “no, nevermind, too soon.”

it grows a little awkward - lena thanks her for the brownies, declines when kara offers to fly her home.

but the next morning, kara opens her front door to lena’s driver, a box of cookies and a small pot of yellow flowers and a note with just a short message.

'our lives are filled with tomorrow’s. this one isn’t ours, but perhaps the next one will be. enjoy your day x’

kara tucks it between the photo frame on her bedside table and the lamp and brings the flower pot with her to the couch. she sets up her next season and pulls the pot into her lap, wraps an arm around it. she pats the pot fondly, sends a photo of herself with it to lena, and settles in.

anonymous asked:

Could I ask for a request? We recently had a break in at my house while I was home alone and I ended up hiding in my bathroom cabinet. I'm still terribly shook up because of this and am having trouble sleeping. I was wondering what Junkrat, Mccree, Genji, and Zenyatta would do during this kind of situation and how they would help their s/o in the recovery days. Sorry if this is too much to ask for.

I’m very sorry about this, sweetie, and I’m more sorry it took so long. Hope you enjoy


  • When he hears about your break in, he’s upset
  • You ended up waking him in the middle of the night
  • Since joining Overwatch, they’ve installed some fancy phone in his room and though he’s unused to it, he has a general idea
  • Hearing you is what really woke him up
  • It was the fright in your voice, and once you told him he was on his way
  • When he got there, Junkrat pulled you into his arms
  • He held you for a little, pressing little kisses to the top of your head while cursing whoever had broken into your home and scared you
  • He wanted to find the bastard and show him what for
  • Even as you shook and clutched his arms, you asked him not to go
  • It wasn’t worth it. The police would find him
  • Jamie didn’t believe in the police, but right now it was obvious that staying was much more important
  • You needed him there
  • Having him there grounded you and helped to calm you down
  • Junkrat ended up going and curling up with you in your bed, but not until after putting bear traps under all the windows and doors


  • When you called him, Jesse was in a pretty good mood
  • It was the next morning, all seemed well
  • The sun was bright, the birds chirping
  • But the moment he heard how upset you were over the phone, he grew worried
  • Running out the door, Jesse hurried over to your house
  • The police were just leaving as he walked up the porch
  • Telling him someone broke in, you saw how upset Jesse was on his face.
  • It was clear that this really, really bothered him
  • Jesse pulled you into a tight hug, before cupping your face and pressing a kiss to your forehead
  • He sounded downright pissed
  • How dare someone break into your home and steal from you
  • And worse, he was angry at himself
  • What if you’d gotten hurt or worse?
  • He ends up re-checking all of your locks, he makes sure you get a security system
  • He also moves in without your permission…..
  • Just precautions and stuff


  • Is much more calm about this
  • When you call, he hurries over right away
  • Your in the middle of hysterics
  • Genji just cups your face, places his forehead to yours and murmurs sweet things
  • He walks you through breathing until you are calm again
  • When your calm at last, you tell him the whole story
  • Genji’s a little angry, but more just worried for you
  • He cleans up the glass from the break in and handles the police
  • Then he goes and he sits on the floor
  • Genji is one of those guys who is more concerned on how stressed you are by such an event
  • Thus, he immediately starts rubbing your feet and talking to you about it
  • How do you feel? How do you want the two of you to handle this?
  • Admittedly, your pretty spooked
  • When you think of being in the house alone again it sort of freaks you out a bit.
  • You end up asking Genji to stay over a couple nights
  • Of course your boyfriend says say

Zenyatta: (I can’t not)

  • Zenyatta already lives with you
  • Since he doesn’t sleep, he’s usually awake all night
  • Usually he’ll lay in the bed with you anyway. Power-down with an activity alarm on.
  • Tonight he decides to stay awake though
  • You don’t hear the noise he does downstairs, but he doesn’t wake you
  • Instead Zenyatta floats down the stairs silently, not bothering with the lights
  • Nothing spooks this boy
  • When he floats into the kitchen, this guy has his back to him
  • He’s rummaging through the drawers, and starts to reach for your bag at the end of the counter
  • All of a sudden there’s just a whisper. 
  • If you touch that bag, I’ll have to use force to restrain you.”
  • Now, Zenyatta spoke quietly as not to disturb you. Even as his many hands lit the air
  • He doesn’t understand how chilling it sounds
  • The guy turns and screams when he sees the glowing lights in the dark
  • He ends up running out the back door and accidentally jumps the fence into the yard with a tiny, vicious Chihuahua that ends up scaring the crap out of him
  • You don’t even wake up but Zenyatta chuckles, makes sure all the doors are locked this time and goes to lay with you again

anonymous asked:

Bechloe mistletoe kiss that Chloe initiates at a Christmas party or something

It’s a tradition that Chloe’s been doing for years. 

All throughout her childhood, all throughout college, and it certainly isn’t changing now, no matter how much Beca complains about how it’s only the Bellas that are coming to the party and she doesn’t want to kiss any of them.

“Tradition!” Chloe repeats for the fifth time, stepping up onto the small stepladder as she holds onto Beca’s shoulder in case she falls. Chloe can’t see Beca’s face since she’s focusing on hanging the mistletoe, but she’s 99% sure that Beca just rolled her eyes.

“Most of the Bellas are already with someone,” Beca says, as Chloe steps down from the ladder, “so technically you’re promoting adultery.”

“Done!” Chloe says, looking up at her handiwork, ignoring Beca. She turns to look at her with a smile. “If you’re gonna be a Scrooge tonight then you’re not invited.”

“This is my apartment too,” Beca laughs, following Chloe as she walks through the apartment and into the kitchen. “And did you really have to put it in the entrance? Now every single person that walks through that door is gonna have to kiss whoever greets them at the door, and guess what,” Beca pulls herself up onto the counter as she watches Chloe pour a bag of chips into a bowl for the party, “I am not gonna be that person!”

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Conflict and Confined Spaces

Originally posted by dunkirknharry

A bit of angst for you all, she and Harry are bickering and reading an article about their relationship only intensifies it more. 

You and Harry had been bickering on and off all day, it had started over you not being ready on time for a breakfast meeting he had wanted you to come to, it then was about a pair of boots you had left in the lounge room he had tripped over while on a business call, the pair of trousers that were on the line when it had started rain that you hadn’t gotten off and now were wet. They were petty little things, he was stressed you understood that he had so much on at the moment with press for Dunkirk and finalising things for the tour, but this didn’t mean he could take everything out on you. Things didn’t get any better when it was time for the two of you to get ready for a dinner with some of his friends, you had gotten ready before him to avoid the same argument that had happened earlier that day and spent the time on the couch reading news articles on your laptop, it was something you’d come accustom to, you’d loved to keep up to date with current affairs generally skipping over the gossip section not having the patience to read anything related to Harry or the friends he had made in the industry, but when a headline accusing Harry of cheating come up on your timeline you hadn’t scrolled past like you generally would have. Maybe it was the bickering the two of you had done all day, or the way he had told you to shut up this morning when you had argued back at him that made your eyes stick to the screen taking every word in analysing every piece of “evidence” the writer had provided. She was a friend of Harrys the girl the article was about Jess, you didn’t know her well just knew she was at a lot of the parties you had attended with him over the years, the article had spoken about the two of you, your relationship that had been going on for 2 and a half years. The article had quoted a “reliable source” who said that your relationship had been on the rocks over the last couple of months, it was true you and Harry had been fighting more frequently but you’d never have called your relationship on the rocks, there were photos of Harry and Jess leaving a few cafes and restaurants and one from a club. You tried not to let any of this get in your head, he loved you no matter how much you fought, he had always had female friends and you’d never been jealous of them and she was no different they had just ran into a few more photographers than usual. He had always sworn that he would never cheat, but people lied, you’d had your heart broken before by cheaters and you’d promised yourself you’d never allow that to happen to you again.

Your overthinking had been interrupted by him calling your name, you looked up from your computer quickly shutting the lid to see him coming down the stairs.
“ Put a jacket on will yeh we don’t need yeh distracting everyone with your breasts” he hardly looked at you as he commented causing you to cross your arms across your chest suddenly insecure about your outfit. You’d done as he said, in any other situation he’d never say anything about what you wore and if he did you would have told him to back off, but that article was chipping away at your confidence bit by bit. The car was silent and so was the ride up the elevator and you were almost relieved not to have to speak to him, you wanted to question him about the article, it wasn’t unusual to see stuff like this in the papers and your usually just discuss it and move on but tonight he could barley look at you. He had grabbed your hand as you exited the elevator and you pulled away instinctively when you saw your table with Jess sitting there looking perfect and gorgeous, you were thankful for the dull lighting so no one could see the way your fake smile had dropped and been replaced with sadness. You hated it was getting to you this much, that when you had so sit next to Harry with her directly across from you, you felt sick it wasn’t her fault that she had been the target of a cheating article with Harry, but the more your watched the two of them interact the more you saw how they got along so well. The conversation between the group was constant enough that you only had to fake a laugh and give short responses occasionally throughout the night and when Grimmy and Loud sent concerning looks your way you just had to fake yawn to get their attention off you.

You thought you were doing fine at keeping your emotions at bay, from letting jealousy creep into your veins and make you regret your actions, that was until they started a conversation about a nightclub they’d gone to together, but it wasn’t just any nightclub it was where you and Harry had met. The club in discussion was renown for its 80’s and 90’s music nights, you and Harry had met there and it had become your spot and you’d spent most of your anniversaries there rocking out to the classics and to know he had taken her there had shattered your heart into a thousand pieces. You had excused yourself in the middle of your conversation and had made a beeline for the bathrooms a few stray tears making their way down your face. You had walked past the toilets and through the slightly ajar door that lead to the rooftop of the restaurant, you’d allowed yourself to slide down the wall and rest your head against your knees, you willed yourself to stop crying to stop thinking about the article and Harry and Jess and how she was gorgeous and everything you weren’t. The door had opened and out the corner of your eyes seen Harrys familiar shoes walk to where you sat.
“ I just need a minute Harry, Ill be back to keep up appearances soon” your words came out dryly not lifting you head from your knees to look at him, you didn’t need to he would have a scowl on his face like he had whenever he had looked at you today.
“ Is this your rebuttal for the fighting today to just sit at the table like you’re there against your will while everyones trying to have a good time” he spoke his words with anger which made your head snap up and raise your eyebrow at him.
“ Yes of course I live to make your life difficult Harry, didn’t you know?” the sarcasm and annoyance dripped from your words and he had shook his head at you.
“ Yeh know I was really looking to tonight and then you’ve gone and acted like a brat and ruined it” he shook his head again before going to leave the rooftop.
“ Looking forward to seeing Jess you mean” the words hadn’t meant to leave your lips, they were meant to be snarky comment in your head, but now they were out in the open and you couldn’t take them back.
“ what are yeh talkin about” his ignorance or blatant lying infuriated you
“ Don’t act dumb Harry! You took her to our club, where we met and have spent every anniversary, our spot” You had yelled at him this time as you stood up the tears had started again a look of realisation washed over his face.
“ You’re not seriously upset about that are you?” You rolled your eyes at his response and had wanted nothing more to be the brat he accused you of being and throwing a fit and screaming at him.
“ You know what I cant do this here, I’m too tired for this Harry” you sighed a stray tear rolling down your face, you couldn’t look at him without wanting to scream, and you didn’t want to ruin this night anymore than it had already been ruined.

To your surprise he had followed you out to the table and before you could say a thing he had told everyone you weren’t feeling well and he was going to take you home, he left money for the bill and the two of you left without a word. The elevator ride was silent and longer than you had remembered it being on the way up, until it stopped all together with a slight drop and the main lights turned off and emergency lights dully filled the space. You had groaned loudly before repeating the word no about 6 times, you couldn’t be trapped in an elevator while fighting with Harry with no where to escape to when things got to much.
“ Are yeh gonna speak to me now” you turned to face him you could feel the anger slowly fizzing out and all that would remain would be hurt. You just looked at him, the person you fell in love with was there somewhere, underneath the stress and anger of the day your Harry was still there you knew that, and thats what hurt you most that despite knowing he was yours this doubt and scary feeling of betrayal and thoughts that he was cheating filled your mind.
“  Are you cheating with Jess?” the words had slipped out of your mouth as tears poured out your eyes, his facial expression turned from shock to confusion before he looked you in the eyes standing up. 
“ Yeh think I’m cheating with Jess?” his words were a mix of hurt and confusion.
“ You took here to our place Harry, there are pap photos of the two of you everywhere, I don’t know what to think” you raised your voice at him a sob leaving your throat as you finished your sentence, you had let your legs collapse into a kneeling position on the floor and allowed yourself to cry harder than you did on the rooftop. Harry had stepped towards you but you had told him no.
“ Baby Im not cheating on yeh, I-I would never, Jess and I are just friends I promise yeh” You had allowed him to get closer and bend down in front of you, still keeping his distance but watching you carefully with his green eyes.
“ I read a stupid article and I believed everything, you’d been so cold to me and we had fought all day and then I saw how well you get along and she’s so pretty” you had worked yourself up so much that hiccups had accompanied your cries, Harry didn’t say anything just wrapped his arms around you before lifting you so you were between his legs your face in his neck. He had shushed you and reassured you for the first half an hour of being stuck in the lift and had you giggling over how stupid the two of you had been for fighting all day for the next 1 and a half hours. You were more than relived when the electricians fixed the problem and you safely exited the elevator, the two of you looked crazy when the doors opened the two of you sitting on the floor your tear streamed smiling face and his white shirt which had black spots from your mascara.

Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed it, please reblog and feel free to request! I will now be uploading on Wednesdays and Sundays to fit into my work schedule a little more! x Ohsweetkiwi 

Why Oh Why (Scott Reed x Reader)


Summary: Scott Reed and Reader used to be the IT couple, but broke up. He moves on to a new girl fairly quickly.

I walked into school, greeting the few people I actually like. I saw Jessica, Clay, Alex, Justin, and Zach together., They’re the only people that are really there for me after my public breakup with Scott 3 weeks ago. I honestly don’t know how I could’ve coped without them here for me.

“Hey, guys,” I say walking up to them.

Justin was the first to speak up, “Hi Y/N, how are you feeling today? Are you okay?”

“Meh, I could be better. I’ll be alright though” I concluded.

They nodded understanding. I was with Scott for almost 2 years and he ended up breaking up with me out of nowhere.

“Hey Y/N, can we talk?” Scott stammered as he approached me.

I looked up at him worried, “Yeah, babe. What’s up?”

“You know I loved you. A lot. We can’t be together anymore, It’s not you. You’re amazing, but I don’t think we’re a good couple. We can still be friends though, however, us being together won’t work” he confessed sadly.

I felt my heart break in two as he told me this. I would’ve never thought that he would hurt me this way. Our relationship was nothing but happiness to me.

“You said you loved me. You said you would stay. Why are you doing this to me?” I started crying to him.

He looked at me sadly and scratched the back of his neck, “I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

Jessica snapped me out of my flashback by hugging me. I hugged her back feelings bummed all over again. I really love him more than anything and probably always will.

Alex looked at me, “I promise, you’ll be okay. He’s an asshole and really didn’t deserve anything you gave to him.”

I shrugged and looked over to my right. I felt my heart drop, Scott was with another girl. The worst part is that it’s Natalie, a girl I’ve been jealous of since 7th grade. This is embarrassing. Everyone already knew I was jealous of her, now my ex is dating her.

I threw my head back and groaned, “The bell’s about to ring. I gotta go.” I began walking away.

“Y/N! We have 7 minutes until the bell rings” someone called out to me.

I kept walking, wanting to get away from Scott and Natalie as soon as possible. I just walked into the bathroom to check and make sure my appearance was still in order and okay. I refuse to cry in school. I won’t give anyone the satisfaction to talk about Scott being over me, but me still reminiscing about him.

I hear the door open, “Y/N? Are you alright?”

It was Jessica. As much as I appreciate her being here for me, I really wanted to be alone at the moment.

“What?! I’m fine” I snapped looking back at her.

She looked really taken aback by my demeanor but still approached. I could feel her studying my face and my body language to figure out what she could say to make me feel better.

I felt tears welling up in my eyes, “Jess he’s gone. Please tell me, why would he leave? I was dumb to believe anything he ever said to me, he never loved me. I cried so much since he left me, I can’t even tell you how much… Why did he leave me?”

Jessica just brought me into a hug without saying anything. She just let me cry on her should.

“I loved him so much and tried so hard to let him know. Now he’s gone and with someone else. Please tell me what did I do wrong, Jess” I pulled back and looked at her with a tear-stained face.

She cupped my face in her hands, “He didn’t deserve you. You did nothing wrong, this was on him. You gave your virginity to him, went to all his games, took care of him when he was drunk and was there for him overall. This is not your fault in any shape or form. It’s his. He left you for someone else, not the other way around.”

I wish her words helped me. I really did. I felt nothing when she finished saying anything. I still feel like this is my fault in some way. He wouldn’t even tell me the reason why he decided he woke up one day and didn’t want me anymore.

“Thanks, Jess. I gotta go to class now.” I mumbled walking away from her.

I began my journey down the hall to my class. I avoid ever looking up in school just in case I see something I don’t want to. I checked my snapchat messages and collided with someone, sending me to the ground.

“Sorry,” I mumble looking down, “I guess I should pay attention more”

I look up, my heart skips a beat. It was him. The kid that broke my heart before anyone ever had the chance to.

“Scott” I whispered studying his face

He reached a hand out, “Hey, Y/N. Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Physically? No. You just ripped my heart out and stomped on it like it was nothing. That pain was worse than any other physical pain.

“No, I’m fine. I was just pretty distracted, that’s all” I reply, grabbing his hand to which he pulled me up with.

I get goosebumps just by touching him. I really love this guy, I do. I couldn’t have gotten through anything without him being by my side.

“Can we talk?” I plead nervously.

He hesitated, “Y/N, I don’t think-”

“Please?” I cut him off before he could finish.

He shook his head at me, “Y/N, you need to get over me. I moved on and you should too. Now get to class, the bell is about to ring”

He looked at me one more time, before walking away. Leaving me in an empty hall, once again. I just want some type of reason why he left me. I never got one and it wasn’t fair, I didn’t even get a warning or a heads up.

I sigh and walked the rest of the distance to my history class. I took my seat next to Justin, my best friend. He has tried to help me through this, but he’s bad at it. Now, he just allows me to rant to him whenever I feel like expressing my feelings.

“You okay?” he asked looking at me worriedly.

I groaned. I’m so tired of that question, “Yes, Justin. I’m fucking fine. I wish everyone would quit asking me that. I’m going through a breakup. You’ve really been irritating me lately. I’ll be okay soon, but asking me the shit every 8 seconds is not helping. At all.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m just trying to help” He apologized, looking at me with hurt across his face.

I rubbed my hand over my face, “I know, I know. I’m sorry. This is just all so hard and I feel so lost right now. I didn’t mean to take it out on you, I’m sorry”

He looked away from me and to the board. He was still hurt, I could tell. I feel really bad for blowing up on him. Everyone is just trying their best, but I feel like a porcelain doll when I’m around them.

I sigh and pay attention to the lesson my teacher is giving me. It’s really been hard for me to concentrate on anything lately, and I feel unmotivated to do anything. I won’t even sit up and act like it’s Scott’s fault. It’s not. Sure, he contributed some way to this, but I always get like this around Winter and Spring.

Lunch rolls around and I go sit with Justin and the others. Justin is still mad at me, so I don’t sit next to him. I sit between Clay and Alex and instantly feel more comfortable around my friends.

“Where’s your food?” Clay asks looking down confused at my lack of food.

I shrug, “I’m not really hungry right now”

“You should still eat though, here Y/N” Alex insists on trying to give me a cookie.

This is what I mean by them treating me like I’m glass. I can’t even make my own choices anymore. I already had a big breakfast, so I really wasn’t hungry. Nevertheless, they still want to force feed me.

I glared at Alex, “I said I wasn’t hungry”

“And I said you would still eat” Alex snaps at me.

I scoff, “Quit treating me like a child, Alex”

“Maybe quit trying to make everyone feel bad for trying to cheer you up. You’re always a bitch, yeah, but this is not fair for us. We’re trying to help you get out of your heartbroken state, while you snap at every single thing we do” Justin barked at me from across the table, glaring at me.

I feel offended, so I get up and walk to where he’s sitting. He stands up too and glares down at me.

I look up at him, “You’re being an asshole”

“Maybe, but come on. Scott’s over you, he’s with Natalie. You’ve always been jealous of her and now I see what you do. You act like a slut sometimes Y/N. You always flirted with Natalie’s boyfriends. Even more priceless, you dated Scott even when you knew she liked him. It sucks that you fell in love with him on the way. He probably realized what a bitch you truly are” Justin insulted me harshly.

I feel my nose burning and tears well up in my eyes. Yeah, Justin and I get into a lot of arguments, but this was our worst one. He has never insulted me, and vice versa. He just called me a bitch and a slut. I felt hurt all over again.

I slap him. Hard. The whole cafeteria went silent. Everyone looked at us shocked. Even Scott, Natalie, and the rest of the baseball players. I began hitting his chest, crying out. He just stood there taking it. Clay finally ripped me off of him. He held me tight against him so I wouldn’t escape.

Fuck you, Justin” I sobbed as I pushed Clay off and ran out of the cafeteria.

He said he loved me. He said he would stay, but now he’s gone.

Originally posted by imhawra

The Wooden Bead - Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request - “Hello can I request a very tomboy and boyish reader x Jeff?”

(I’m English so i don’t know if this will be any kind of inaccurate, I’ve struggled with using ‘soccer’ here instead of ‘football’, sorry if there are any mishaps. Also I hope this is kind of what you envisioned!)

“PARSONS, OVER HERE! PARSONS I’M OPEN GODDAMMIT!” You screamed at your teammate, who was refusing to pass you the ball.
“DON’T FUCKING PASS IT TO KING! Oh, you fucking did it. Idiot.” You spoke more to yourself.


“What the hell, Parsons? You saw I was free but you blatantly ignored me?” You confronted the stocky girl in front of you. Although much smaller than her, you packed a mean punch and would be happy to show anyone what happens when they cross you. You weren’t really into stereotypically ‘girly’ things, you were more boyish in your mannerisms, look, and activities, but stereotypes in general pissed you off, despite the fact you probably fit quite well into the tomboy category.

“Sorry, I just didn’t feel like passing to you, L/N.” she brushed you off. You scoffed. She was unbelievable.

“You knew I was your best bet. I can’t believe you lost that for us.” You shook your head.

“It’s not my fault you can’t play soccer, L/N. there’s no hiding Coach’s charity case this year.” Romelda Parsons spat. There was no such thing as Coach letting on a charity case each year, she was just trying to intimidate you. The snooty brunette girl had been jealous ever since you’d joined the team, purely because you were so much better than her - maybe the best on the team, and coach paid far more attention to you than to her.

You were ready to show her.
“You little-” an arm eased you back, and another was put up to Parsons face.

“Easy, easy.” A smooth, calm voice interrupted your angry thoughts and soothed your boiling blood.

“Fuck off, Atkins.” Parsons gritted her teeth at the well-built honey-skinned boy holding you back.

“PARSONS! Over here now please!” Coach beckoned Romelda, and she almost snarled her teeth before walking off to talk to him.

The boy in front of you turned to face you. His blue eyes smiled at you while his lips did the same. He was wearing baseball gear, which fitted his muscles snugly. There was no denying the fact that he was insanely attractive.

You’d seen this boy around lots.

Jeff Atkins.

Loved by everyone, baseball player, popular, and you thought; way out of your league.

“You okay?” He asked with concern laced in his eyes.

“I can fight my own battles, thanks.” You muttered slightly, but stared him down nonetheless, you couldn’t let him know he phased you.

“That’s what I was worried about,” he chuckled. “1. You absolutely wreck Romelda, 2. Coach sees, 3. You get in trouble, 4. Maybe get a suspension, 5. I don’t see you playing soccer.” He smirked before continuing, “I can tell you pack a mean punch in there, Romelda wouldn’t stand a chance.”

You pretend to ignore everything he was saying, but really you were drinking in every detail.

“I know she wouldn’t.” You said defiantly.

You paused while you watched the way he grinned at your words and scratched his chin.

“I didn’t think Baseball practice was now?” You mused.

“It’s not.”

So, what was he doing nosing in your business anyhow?

“Why are you here?” You crossed your arms, your team had dissipated back to the changing rooms by now, and it was just you and Jeff on the field.

“I like to watch the girls soccer.”

“You perv!”

“Not like that! It’s just, you’re an awesome player and I hold great admiration for you, watching you play fuels me to play my own game.” He explained.

“Don’t be silly.” You scoffed.

“No, it sounds silly, but it isn’t. There’s something so clear about your passion that just makes me want to live my life.” He smirked, noticing your expression. “Don’t laugh at me, L/N.”

He knew your name??? He was just a boy from school, a boy way out of your league, who you’d never imagined knew of your existence. But instead, he was a boy who watched every soccer practice, complimented your play, and knew your name. You had to play it cool.

“I’ll keep a straight face, Atkins.”

“I should be off, we’ll be practicing soon and I wanna get a few hits in myself before the team comes, but thanks for entertaining me.” He started off, and you felt a pang of disappointment as he turned his back to you.

“Oh, and Y/N? That goal was incredible. Best thing I’ve seen in days.”


It had been a few days since Jeff Atkins had saved your arch nemesis’ life, and incidentally pervaded into your life. He smiled at you in the corridors now, and you could’ve sworn he even winked once. On Tuesday, after a few judgemental comments about your clothing, you found a note in your locker;

You always look awesome Y/N. In fact, i might have to steal some clothes sometime. -J

Which you could only assume was from the man himself. On Thursday, Atkins slipped you the last chocolate muffin in the cafeteria. And on Friday, you had practice again.

Your play was slacking, your usual fire was off and you were distracted.

“L/N- pay attention! Ball coming your way!” Jess warned. You kicked your foot out just in time, but the hit was poor. You continually looked up at the bleachers, hoping to see Jeff watching you, but to no luck. His no show disappointed you.


“What is wrong with you today, Y/N?” Jess caught you up after practice. She was clearly concerned.

“I don’t know, Jess, I guess today isn’t my day.” You sighed.

“You drop your lucky charm or something?”

“Something like that.”

The team left for the changing rooms and you slumped on the bottom row of the bleachers.

“So a lucky charm, huh?” You immediately knew the voice coming from above you. You turned and saw Jeff coming down the steps.

“I don’t have one.” You were blunt, you needed to remind yourself not to get feelings for a boy so out of your league.

“Maybe you should get one, you looked in need of one.” He slumped down next to you.

“Thanks, I appreciate the compliment.” The sarcasm dripped from your tongue.

“Not because you played badly by any means, but because you looked a little lost out there today.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, my brain doesn’t appear to be working recently.”

Jeff dropped a wooden bead in your hand. It was nothing special, simple, wooden, spherical, with a hole in the middle. A plain wooden bead.

“Uh, thanks?” There was question in your voice.
He chuckled.

“It’s your new lucky charm. Don’t lose it, I promise it’ll help you win the match next week.” Sincerity coated his words and his eyes bore into yours, with a jokey overtone.

“I will keep it close. But I might wash it first, if you found it on the floor.” Of course, you didn’t really care where it had been, and you wouldn’t really wash it, but you were curious as to where it had appeared from.

“Don’t worry, it wasn’t on the floor.” He chuckled again, and started to stand. “I’ll see you around, L/N. Keep an eye out for me at the match.” He winked before walking off.


You squeezed the bead tightly before placing it back in your gym bag. The game was starting, and you were not ready.

Obviously, all your nerves went out the window after your third goal of the match, at only 20 minutes in.

You won, which was no surprise to everyone, except you. You spotted Jeff making his way down the stairs and ran up to meet him.

“You were right! I can’t believe it worked!” You shone like the sun from happiness.

“I hate to say I told you so.” His eyes sparkled at you.

“It’s insane, you’re magic!” You mocked, feigning shock.

“What can I say?”

You smiled at each other for a moment, basking in your happiness.

“Actually, can I admit something embarrassing?” His tone turned awkward.

“You’re not magic?” You joked. He laughed.

“No, um, actually I was really nervous to talk to you. Seeing Romelda and you at each other’s throats the other weeks sent me into immediate rescue mode, (not that you need rescuing), and I didn’t realise until the adrenaline had worn off that I’d actually ended up speaking to you, but by that point I was too far in my rescue.”

You laughed at the idea of Jeff Atkins being scared to talk to you.

“You’re just so cool. You don’t care what anyone thinks, you’re passionate, you’re an amazing player, I love your style, not to mention how smart and gorgeous you are.”
“What I admire most is honestly, how badass you are.”

You blushed, taking compliments was a struggle.

“Jeff stop messing, it’s not funny.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“I’d never- this is the most embarrassing part-” he took a deep breath, “I sorta like you.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Jeff Atkins? Likes you?

“You do?” Was all you could think to respond with.

“Yes.” He breathed, and moved closer to you.

“Is this-” he asked as he leaned in toward your face and cupped his hand on your cheek. You nodded forcibly in consent, before he pushed his lips onto yours.

After a while, and with regret, you broke off.

“But- you’re so out of my league.” You breathed, doubting yourself.

“I play baseball, Y/N, leagues are my thing.”


“Jeff! Please tell me you sent out the invites on your way home!” You screamed downstairs at your boyfriend.

“Of course I did!” He shouted back up.

You threw various wedding catalogues off the bed to reach the top you’d been looking for, before throwing it on.

“You ready babe?” Jeff yelled at you.

“Just coming!” You yelled back, before pulling out from under your top, a string, with a plain wooden bead on it.

Follow the Light ~ Season 13 coda

After the season 12 finale, I got the urge to write. So I wrote this coda. I needed to get my feels out! So here’s some sadness with a bitter sweet ending :) Hope y'all like it.

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It’s not what he expected at first. The pain. Dean had always known death was painful, but this was different.

It wasn’t like Sam’s or Bobby’s or anyone else’s. It was empty, hollow and utterly numb.

The first week was a blur. No, more like a buzz. The buzz of alcohol, the buzz of voices around him, the buzz of his mind as it tried to handle the situation.

He knew Cas needed to be buried. Sam insisted on a pyre but Dean reeled at the thought. Cas, burning. He’d already seen that once.

Dean remembered crying silently, in the darkness of his room. He didn’t want Sam to see — to see how not okay he was. He’d finally cracked one night when, at Dean’s insistence, they cast a preservation spell on Cas’s body. The tears had flowed then, endlessly streaking his face and reddening his already tired eyes. And sleep didn’t help, and neither did drinking. Nothing would.

Cas was dead.

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