he can stay and watch the base

anonymous asked:

I really love your Nurseydex fics!!! I was wondering if you might write more based on that part w Dex and Nursey being f*ckbuddies and Dex asking Nursey to stay the night, just once, no one ever does. And how they go from there? And if Dex is thr little spoon if they cuddle I'll probably explode from happiness just saying. Please and thank you

hey, and thank you! 
btw, your butt looks good in those pants and you can do the thing. i believe in you.


Dex watched Nursey struggling to pull on those ridiculously tight jeans he like to wear from his bed. Normally, seeing him jump around would make Dex laugh, but he couldn’t find it in himself. Instead, he was just… exhausted.

Not the sort of exhausted that comes from a job well done, or a satisfied exhausted from good sex. No, he felt drained. Emotionally exhausted. The kind that came from watching another guy walk out the door.

It wasn’t that the sex wasn’t great, because it really, really was. It was better than any hookup Dex could pick up, better than any relationship he’d ever had. The sex was practically addictive.

The problem was that he liked more than just the sex, though. He like the time they spent together before they fucked. He got excited about the idea of seeing Nursey outside of hockey. It wasn’t just a casual, friends with benefits thing anymore; there were feelings involved.

Feelings that were killing him every time he watched Nursey walk away like Dex wasn’t worth the time and effort of sticking around.

Dex knew he wasn’t that fun to be around. He was brash, and aggressive, and angry. He didn’t have a great personality. It was easy to understand why hook ups never stuck around: why bother putting up with all of that when the sex already happened. It still hurt, but it was understandable. When it was Nursey, though…

Nursey and him spent time together. He liked Dex enough to hang out with him, or so Dex thought. It was hard not to wonder if that was just out of obligation to the team, or worse, a way to get in his pants, when Nursey always left straight after he got what he wanted.

When Nursey finally got the tight denim over his thighs, he turned around, mouth already forming words when he paused.

“What’s wrong, bro?”

Dex realized he had barely moved since Nursey climbed off the cheap dorm mattress. He hadn’t put on any of his clothes, or even covered himself up. The pillows got lost somewhere in their haste to get naked, so the only thing on the bed with Dex was his thick quilt.

He considered telling Nursey nothing was wrong, that he was imagining things. Anything but what actually came out of his mouth.

“Please don’t leave.”

Nursey stopped struggling with his shirt, eyes wide. He let his arms drop to his side, half tangled in the maroon fabric. “What’d you say?”

“Please stay? Just the night, just once? Nobody ever stays, and it’s okay with them, but it’s you, and I just need you to… I just need you. Please, Nursey?”

There was something in his voice that he hated. He sounded weak, broken. And maybe he was. Hell, he probably was. He couldn’t be normal and fuck without feeling like he was coming apart at the seems.

Dex couldn’t bring himself to look at Nursey’s face. He focused on Nursey’s strong arms, the smooth skin of his chest, the stupid men’s hockey shirt that Dex was pretty sure started out life as his own. No, he knew what he would find in Nursey’s face: pitty.

But he was at the point where he didn’t care. He didn’t want to know if Nursey stayed with him because he felt bad for Dex. And if he said no? Dex didn’t want to see the look of disgust at his over emotional response. He just wanted to pretend, if only for one night, that maybe someone could care for him, that he was good for something other than hockey and fucking.

In a flash, Nursey stripped back out of his clothes and crawled back up on the bed with Dex. With gentle but firm hands, he directed Dex to look at him.

Nursey’s face… there wasn’t pity, or disgust, or any emotion Dex could name. It was soft and open, and it made something in his chest ache just as much as it eased some of the tension he was feeling. Nursey pressed a gentle kiss to Dex’s lips, the first time they’d ever kissed outside of sex.

After a minute looking at each other, Nursey rearranged them on the bed so that he was spooning Dex. It wasn’t the first time Dex had been the little spoon (he had a girlfriend in high school who loved to cuddle that way), but it was the first time he felt so completely surrounded, and warm, and safe.

One of the things that surprised Dex most about having sex with Nursey was how attentive he was. He cared more about his partner’s pleasure than his own. Dex wasn’t sure why he was so surprised that Nursey was the same way with cuddling. Nursey made sure that Dex was as comfortable as possible, that he knew he was the entire focus of Nursey’s attention. He knew just how to move his hands to be comforting but not over-stimulating.

It was nearly an hour before either of them said anything. Dex surprised himself by breaking the silence.

“Thank you, for doing this for me.”

Nursey nosed at the back of Dex’s neck. He hummed as an acknowledgement that he heard Dex speak, but didn’t say anything. Dex realized that Nursey was giving him time to talk, time to sort through his thoughts and figure out what exactly he wanted to say. He had never been so grateful for someone in his life.

“I’m… it’s okay when other people leave after a hookup, but I like you. I really fucking like you, Nursey. And it really, really fucking hurts thinking that you don’t like me enough to stick around, y'know? Or care.”

Behind him, Nursey took a deep breath. Dex could almost feel him counting to 10 in his head, a technique Jack tried to teach the team in an effort to get them to respond instead of react. Dex found himself counting, too.

After 30 long seconds, Nursey said, “I really like you, too. I only leave because I thought that’s what you wanted.”

Dex found Nursey’s hand on his stomach and held it tight. That wasn’t what he expected. Before he could respond, though, Nursey spoke again.

“If you wanted, I would never leave this bed. But if you want me to leave, I can do that, too. You’re calling the shots, Poindexter, because I’m all in for whatever you want.”

“How about… for now, we just do this.”

Daddy’s Angel


“Are you having fun yet Y/N?” Your dad asks you from across the table. You shrug your shoulders.

“It’s alright but it’s not much different than every other race we’ve been to.” You point out uninterested. Your eyes are scanning the people around you, the women dressed in their finest silk dresses and the men in overly expensive suits. The races, obviously, were nothing knew to you. When you were as rich as your parents were, it was unusual if you didn’t attend every race you could and flash your cash, mingling with only the richest, proper, most boring people around. You rolled your eyes as some of the guys looked at you, your red dress somewhat revealing. All the guys you met were all the same; entitled dicks. You wanted something new, something exciting, and you were kidding yourself if you thought you were going to find it here.

Your Dad had gotten up to talk with some co-workers across the room, and most people were busy watching the horses take the track. You sat back at the table alone, your head in your hand, longingly wishing you could have something to drink .For the time being you wanted to live, so you wouldn’t dare have a drink in your father’s presence. He was what most people call “old fashioned” and you were known by most as “Daddy’s angel.” You wanted more than anything to break out of the mold you were placed in.

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Do You Feel It?

A/N: I absolutely LOVE the “seeing wings = soulmates!” troupe. However, the fics I’ve come across for Gabriel always seem to have him getting super excited super quickly. I feel like it would be a more emotional moment that takes a moment to adjust to. I wanted to see him vulnerable and flustered. Here’s my take on the idea of wings and soulmates. 
Pairing: Gabriel/Reader 
Warnings: fluffy fluff 
Synopsis: “Angles have this…thing. About angels. And angel wings.”
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Gabriel. The name was familiar, obviously. Besides perhaps Lucifer, he was the most well known Angel, even if I hadn’t been raised Christian. I’d learned about the Archangel Gabriel in the same breath I’d learned about Jesus, seeing how he announced Jesus’s existence to the Virgin Mary. His name was spoken in a reverence by every religious figure I’d met growing up, he was a biblical fixture in my life. Which is why I was left a bit short for words when Sam and Dean announced his impending arrival with undisguised disdain.
“Gabriel. THE Gabriel. Is coming here? To help us with a hunt?”
Sam gave a disgruntled sigh, “yeah. Hopefully he won’t be here long and we won’t have to deal with him too much.”
I knew the stories about the boys’ run-ins with the angel. As much of a show as they put on, they didn’t seem to hate him as much as they hated some of the other angels. There was a deep-seated distrust and vague annoyance, but their faces didn’t darken at his name like it did with others, which I took to be a good sign.
Honestly, I loved the stories about Gabriel. While misguided, he seemed to have a good heart and sense of humor. I mean, come on, trapped in TV? It’s the single-greatest prank I’d ever heard of. The Mystery Spot mess was perhaps a little overboard, but the point he was tying to make to Sam was with good intention. Surely he’d redeemed himself, at least somewhat, in their eyes when he helped them against Lucifer. It had broken my heart to think he’d almost died, even though I’d never met him. It was several years later that the boys found me hunting a rugaroo solo and had taken me in. I’d been with them for about a year now, so it surprised me that I hadn’t met Gabriel. I was quite looking forward to it, much to the apparent annoyance on the Winchesters’ faces. If they’d expected me to be sulky about this interesting turn of events and expansion into my hunting life, they were sorely disappointed.
“(Y/n) really, he’s not that big of a deal, and if you act like he is, it’s going to go straight to his head and make him even more of an annoying jerk than he already is.”
Dean piped up, “Not to mention he did technically kill me, like, a lot. No matter what funny façade he presents, you can’t afford to forget how dangerous he can be. In fact…maybe it’s best if you aren’t here when he comes. The less he knows about you, the better, if you ask me.”
“Are you kidding me, Dean?” I turned to Sam, who had an expression that was starting to mirror Dean’s. “Sam, you’ve got to be kidding me! I am a grown woman, the two of you are not my keepers!” They may have taken the place of surrogate brothers in my life, but they most certainly did not have any authority over me. “If I want to meet the infamous Archangel Gabriel, I will, and you cannot stop me. Dean, no-” Dean had opened his mouth, about to argue. “I was hunting for YEARS before I met the two of you. I’ve met every monster imaginable and my religion is one of the only things I’ve held on to from my pre-hunting life. I’ve been around Cas a ton and hell, I’ve literally met Mr. Call Me Chuck himself! You say Gabriel has information that could help us, by Chuck, I’m going to be there to meet him with you and there’s nothing you can do about it!” I finished, a little childishly, just short of stomping my foot and sticking out my tongue.
“This one’s firey, I like her. Where’d you find her?”
Startled, the three of us whipped around. Standing in the middle of the library behind us was a (rather attractive) man. He was much shorter than the boys, but a couple inches taller than me. He had golden blonde hair and caramel-colored eyes that seemed to constantly sparkle like he was mid-laugh. His face was upturned in an amused smirk. He noticed me watching him and gave me a wink. “Gabriel, Archangel of the Lord, but I believe you’ve figured that out.” He turned to the boys, “No holy fire? No pre-drawn angel banishing sigils? Boys, I don’t know whether to be disappointed in your lack of preparedness or impressed with your increasing capacity for trusting people. What can I do you for?”
The boys begrudgingly began explaining to Gabriel the details of the case. We suspected the witch we’d been tracking had somehow gotten hold of a Hand of God. With Gabriel’s attention fixed on the boys (or, mostly fixed. Every so often he would glance at me, almost like he was sizing me up. It was both intriguing and intimidating) I took a moment to examine the most incredible feature of my new acquaintance: the six massive golden wings protruding from his shoulder blades. They seemed to fill the entire room. They looked like they were spun with pure gold. Not only did they reflect light, they seemed to radiate light and warmth. There was an edge of one of the wings near me. I resisted the urge to reach out and stroke it. I wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked, but I didn’t want to overstep any weird angel boundaries. I couldn’t help but be a little confused. I’d been around Cas a hundred times. I’d met Hannah and Balthazar. Why had they kept their wings hidden? Gabriel seemed to be proud of his, showing them off like he was. Every so often he would give them a gentle shake, as if he was adjusting them, causing the light to ripple down his feathers. The effect was mesmerizing. If Cas’ wings were half as beautiful, surely he’d want to show them off, too.
“–(y/n)? (Y/n), you there?” I shook my head a little and turned to the three pairs of eyes watching me, waiting for a response. I wasn’t sure whether or not mentioning an angel’s wings was acceptable or appropriate, so I decided to keep my thoughts on their beauty to myself.
“Sorry, I got lost in thought for a minute there. What were you saying?”
Dean replied, “we were saying that we need hard proof before we go charging in, just in case this is the real deal. You ready to tank this bitch tomorrow?”
“Sure,” I replied. “The three of us? Or…all of us?” I tried to ask innocently, glancing at Gabriel. With all my heart I wanted Gabriel to be there, too. However, I had only just met the man. I hadn’t even spoken to him yet. Why I so desperately wanted him to stay I didn’t know and I didn’t want to be…weird. Gabriel was watching me, dear Chuck I hoped he wasn’t reading my mind.
“You, me, and Dean tomorrow,” came Sam’s reply. “We need to cover our bases and find out everything we can about what we’re dealing with tonight. If this truly is a Hand of God, we need to be prepared.”
“I’ll be on standby,” Gabriel added. “Just a quick prayer and I’m there. Now, who’s hungry?”
Gabriel ended up spending the afternoon at the bunker. After he popped in six pizzas (two topped with chocolate sauce and candy. It looked awful but according to him “candy goes good with everything”) Gabriel half-helped the boys research and half-spent his time talking to me. I tried to help research with the boys, but I couldn’t help myself talking to Gabriel. There was this strange pull I was feeling toward the angel. Perhaps it’s because he’s an archangel. Against my normal thorough hunter’s training, my head was only halfway in the researching while he sat across from me talking about his favorite biblical misconceptions and telling me stories about the boys from before I’d met them.
“Here’s a thought,” I said two hours later after closing the book I’d been attempting to read from. “Why don’t we simply…ask Chuck?”
“Well, we don’t exactly have him on speed-dial,” replied Sam.
“Besides,” added Dean, “He split after the whole Amara thing, remember? ‘The world has you’ and all that bullshit. I doubt he’d answer even if we could call him.” I nodded my head, conceding to the reasonable argument. I grabbed another book and pulled it toward me. I could feel eyes on me. I looked up and my eyes met Gabriel’s. He was watching me with an intensity that almost made me uncomfortable. Instead of opening the book, I stood up, breaking eye contact.
“I need some fresh air. I’m going for a walk.”
The boys didn’t look up from the books they were engrossed in. Dean grunted and Sam gave a vague wave of acknowledgment. Determinedly not looking at the angel, I grabbed my jacket and walked across the room and up the stairs to the door. Making sure I had my key, I stepped out into the cool evening air.
I took a deep breath and began walking. I barely paid attention to where I was headed, vaguely west toward the sunset. I had walked a radius around the bunker of a few miles in every direction during the year I’d spent here and my feet took me to one of my favorite spots: a small clearing in a grove of trees on a hillside, perfect for watching the sunset. I sat down and surveyed my surroundings. The air was definitely helping me clear my head. What was wrong with me? It was like Gabriel was clogging my senses, making my head fuzzy and warm. It was a strangely comfortable suffocation, one that was equal parts invited and confusing as hell. I had literally only met him this afternoon! I had never developed feelings for anyone this quickly, especially feelings this strong! It didn’t make any sense!
“You feel it too, don’t you?”
I stood up quickly, turning to the voice behind me. I relaxed immediately once I saw Gabriel. Which was also wrong! I was a hunter! What was I doing relaxing at the sight of a potentially dangerous creature that I barely knew? Gabriel seemed to read the mix of emotions on my face.
“It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. I…don’t think I even could. I have this…weird pull toward you. Am I crazy? Do you feel it?”
It was almost unnerving seeing him so vulnerable, asking for reassurance. The stories I’d read and learned about for as long as I could remember were of this mythical and intimidating figure of Heaven. The stories the boys had told me were of this powerful and annoyingly pretentious asshole. The man before me was…a man.
He reached his hand up to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck, obviously uncomfortable with my silence. His wings twitched, causing the light from the setting sun to dance with the golden luminescence of his feathers. The movement caught my eye, which he noticed. His hand froze on his neck and his eyes widened. I met his eyes and his eyebrows cinched, mouth slightly agape. He shook one of his wings purposefully. I glanced toward the movement and back to his face, confusion I’m sure was evident on mine. His hand dropped from his neck and he released a long breath he had been holding. He took a step backward as if in shock and asked in a quiet voice, “…you can see them, can’t you?”
Slowly, I nodded. “Gabriel…why can I see your wings, but not Castiel’s? Hannah’s? Balthazar’s? Do they keep theirs hidden?”
Gabriel’s focus on me was intense as he seemed to gather himself. He cleared his throat and took a couple steps toward me. His hands looked like they were attempting to reach out and take my arms, but he was holding himself back. “Um…no. Not technically. There’s this…thing. About angels. And angel wings. Even we can’t see each other’s wings.”
This surprised me, but it only deepened my confusion. Angels couldn’t see each other’s wings? So, why could I?
“I guess that’s not entirely true,” he amended. “In certain…circumstances, we can. It’s simply one of those things. Showing your wings is kinda like showing your privates. It’s an intimate thing. Only reserved for special…partners…” he trailed off. I stepped toward him. We were inches apart. The fuzziness in my head was starting to return, along with a strange clarity.
“Partners?” I pressed.
“Well, more like…mates. Like…soul mates. It sounds cheesy, but only an angel’s soul mate is able to see an angel’s wings. You can’t see Castiel’s because he’s not your soulmate.”
“But I can see yours. So that must mean…”
“Yeah.” He closed the distance between us, allowing his hands to wrap around my back and hold me closer to him for a fiercely passionate kiss. I returned it with fervor. His hands trailed up my arms to cradle my face. My hands found their way to his hips and our bodies pressed against one another. Every cell in my body was on fire. Every ounce of my being was screaming how perfect this felt, how natural and overwhelmingly right. I wanted to kiss him for the rest of my life.
I started to giggle while we kissed. He broke away and rested his forehead against mine. “What, in the name of my father, could be so funny at a moment like this?” He teased.
I grinned at him. “I’m standing on a hill in a field kissing THE literal archangel Gabriel whom happens to somehow be my soulmate. If my mother could see me now…” he chuckled and kissed my nose. His wings, unbeknownst to me, had wrapped around us, forming a sort of cocoon around us both. I started to reach my hand toward the feathers close to me, but stopped. I glanced at Gabriel, who gave an almost imperceptible nod of permission. I continued my reach and stroked the feathers. They felt like clouds woven into a fabric. Their softness was indescribable and the warmth was comforting to the touch. Gabriel let out a hissing gasp the moment I made contact. I pulled my hand away and looked to him immediately, terrified that I had somehow managed to hurt him. He noticed my distress and kissed my forehead.
“It’s okay. I’ve just…never felt anyone touch my wings before. It’s like if you suddenly had nerve endings in your hair. It’s startling, but extremely pleasant.”
Just then, my cellphone began to buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out and glanced at the screen.
“The boys seem to be getting worried…how long have we been out here?” I couldn’t see the sunset behind Gabe’s wings. When he pulled them back, I learned that not only had the sun gone down long ago, but the heat radiating from his wings had effectively blocked off the chill of the night. I was immediately onslaught by cold air and wrapped my arms around myself, shivering at the temperature difference. Gabriel noticed and held me in his arms.
“Hold on tight, sugar,” he whispered in my ear before snapping us into the bunker’s living room. Dean and Sam, who had been sitting on the couch and in an armchair respectively, both jumped up as we materialized in front of them, concern evident in their faces. Concern that quickly turned into confusion and apprehension as they took in the protective and possessive way Gabriel was standing with his arms around me, and the comfortable way I was leaning my back against his front. Dean’s eyebrow slowly raised as he caught my eye.
Grinning sheepishly, I looked at the two of them and said, “boys…you may want to sit down. I believe you both need a break from research and there’s some…things….that need to be talked about.”

Olicity: Return to Me

normalisjustafairytale said: On the prompt front, 4 n 1 quickie of four times Oliver tried to win her back and one time he succeeded. All the fluffy things that make Felicity weak at the knees.

The mug finds itself a home on her desk with a minuscule ‘thud’ that she almost misses beneath the furious hammering of her fingers against the keyboard. They’ve been searching for Darhk so intensely the last few days that she’s not entirely certain she’s slept in the last forty-eight hours, which would be far easier to work out if she’d paid attention to the time they actually started this insane manhunt. Now, all she knows is that she’s exhausted, that she can’t remember the last time she went to the bathroom, and that she’s not entirely certain if that smell is coming from her or not.

But she knows that she’s under-caffeinated and thirsty as hell, so the acknowledgement of the mug at her side comes at the same moment the delicious aroma of coffee sends a wash of relaxation through her, however temporarily. 

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Letters to Bucky (Part 11)

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Hang on lovelies, because this one was rough.
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“Move.” Tony wove his way through the group of people in the lobby of the medical center. “Move!” he snapped louder, and the crowd started parting to make way.

“What can I do for you, sir?” the bored looking receptionist asked.

“Just directions to the elevator.” he said quickly. “I need to be up on the eighth floor right now.”

“I’m sorry sir, no one is allowed past the third floor without an appointment. Do you have an appointment, sir?” she didn’t look up once as she recited what she had doubtless said hundreds of times before.

“Are you serious? Do you know who I am?” Tony whipped off his sunglasses, and she glanced up then.

“Handsome and stressed?’ she shrugged. “Do you have an appointment?”

“I don’t need a fucking appointment!” he yelled. “You call Dr Persson and tell him that Tony fucking Stark is standing downstairs NOW!”

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Why Asgore and Gaster used to be (very) close friends

( Gaster battle sprite by @dreemurr-reborn )

Here are 4 reasons King Asgore and Doctor W. D. Gaster used to be close friends.

1. The strong connections between The Dreemurr family and the Font family

When we look at the 3 biological members of the Dreemurr family and the family of 3 skeletons that each speak in a different typefaces (dubbed the Font family for the purpose of this post) certain patterns emerges. Each one of the members correspond with a member of the other family. Asriel/Flowey and Papyrus, Toriel and Sans, Asgore and Gaster, each pair has a connection and share key characteristics the others don’t. Gaster worked for Asgore, presumably worked to further his goals, and both is looked up to for their work. Since we still don’t know much about Gaster as a person their might be other characteristics Asgore and Gaster have in common. My assessment is that like Flowey/Papyrus and Toriel/Sans, Asgore/Gaster shared a strong bond.

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The #SummerOfSpies Is almost over. The last part of Spies Are Forever comes out Tuesday, August 23! Now is the perfect time to binge watch this new spy musical from the beginning.

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From LA based comedy group the Tin Can Brothers and Brooklyn based pop duo TalkFine comes a brand-new spy musical. Join world famous secret agent Curt Mega as his mission takes him undercover during the Cold War! Along the way, he must tango with a Russian femme fatale, waltz around a Nazi villain, and samba through a horde of outrageous characters. With a license to kill and the voice of an angel, Mega must stay alive, complete the mission, and prove that the deadliest weapon of all is a little song and dance!

Book by Brian Rosenthal, Joey Richter, & Corey Lubowich
Music & Lyrics by Clark Baxtresser & Pierce Siebers
Directed by Corey Lubowich
Curt Mega is Agent Curt Mega
Mary Kate Wiles is Tatiana Slozhno
Lauren Lopez is Cynthia Houston
Joe Walker is The Deadliest Man Alive
Tessa Netting is Barb Larvenor
Al Fallick is The Informant
Joey Richter is Agent Owen Carvour
Brian Rosenthal is Dr. Baron Von Nazi

anonymous asked:

Hey hunny, I'd love a ship pretty pls. I'm straight, 5'9 and have shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. I love writing and socialising. I'm a pretty awkward person, even when I'm with people im comfortable with, but I'm always the "joking one". I love making people laugh tbh. I also love a mixture or staying in and going out kinda nights. xxx

Reggie Mantle

Originally posted by fakesonia

Reggie loves your awkwardness and all your jokes. Your relationship is basically solely based on humour. You guys are either out at the movies, at Pop’s or just at Reggie’s house watching movies and playing video games. Despite what the football team think of him, he’s actually rather sweet and can be a little clingy. Constantly texting you and buying you flowers. You have to constantly tutor Reg in Bio, he sucks at it. Though during your ‘study’ dates, you don’t seem to get a lot of studying done!

Based on this post; human!cas, cuddles, Dean helps Cas sleep; 1.2k [AO3]

Cas hasn’t really taken being human hard. It’s difficult to figure things out, but he picks up on things. He stays with Dean and Sam in the bunker, and he likes it there, at least that’s what Dean can see.

He watches Cas reading a book every day. Cas also likes cooking. He doesn’t know how, but Dean is teaching him. Dean’s sure nearly everything they show him, he already knew, but Cas seems to act like he’s seeing it for the first time.

Maybe it’s the first time he took the time to appreciate these certain things.

Cas really took to music at first. He knew Dean’s tastes in music from their past, but Sam showed him all kinds of other music; music Dean’s not sure should be called music, but Cas found it very interesting, so Dean gave him headphones.

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ShikaSai 6

The vast majority of Sai’s missions take place at night, which means he has the daytime free to dream.

He shouldn’t. He’s a puppet with no emotions, a faceless soldier serving Konoha (serving Danzō). There are no allowances, no luxuries. If Sai didn’t need regular sleep to function well, didn’t need his art to fight more efficiently, he has no doubt those would be taken away as well. Extra, unnecessary extravagances have no place in a shinobi’s life, just obedience and duty.

But the dreams—he hoards them, keeps them close, adores them in a way he shouldn’t shouldn’t shouldn’t. Sunlight and slow-drifting clouds and smiles that don’t look painted on, people without masks, no blood at all. He marvels at it, in the handful of minutes between waking and rising that he greedily keeps for himself. Laughter and friends and family, and it makes him weak weak weak because he wants.

He spares all the pity that’s been left in him for his soulmate, seeing through his eyes each night. Sai doesn’t want even himself seeing what he does, let alone the soul meant to cherish his, even if he’ll never be allowed to meet them.

(Shikamaru dreams of blood and murder and ruthlessness, seeing people falling fading dying nearly every night after he reaches a certain age. After the first five dreams he goes to his father, asks him quietly about current missions, and watches his mouth pull tighter and tighter. He leaves the house early that morning, moving faster than Shikamaru has ever seen him move before, and doesn’t come back until right before Shikamaru heads to bed.

“Tell me,” his father says, unwavering. “Every dream that you can remember from now on, all right?”

Even as a small child, Shikamaru is no fool. He nods, trying his best to keep his body language unreadable, and turns away before his face can betray him.

Sleep is a very, very long time coming that night, and many nights afterwards. And if Ino just thinks he’s gotten lazier, well—Shikamaru knows when to keep his mouth shut and his eyes open, and this is most certainly one of those times.)

The missions come more frequently, after a while. Danzō gets tenser, angrier, more prone to punishing small failures severely, and Sai isn’t quite clever or swift enough to entirely keep out of his hands. Too prone to emotion, too sentimental, too easily attached to worthless things—those are some of the milder accusations. Sai takes them all, takes them and brushes them off as best he can to keep moving, clinging to bright dreams during the day and closing his eyes whenever he can on his missions.

And then—

And then one day he dreams of the exterior of the base, of the Sandaime, of a tall man with spiky hair in a short tail and a scarred face. Sai’s soulmate stays far back, watching the ANBU and the Hokage leave, and Sai vaguely hears a rough, tired sigh.

The door of the barracks opening wakes him, and he struggles upright as best he can with his right arm in a cast, already reaching for a weapon.

It’s the scarred man—Nara Shikaku, Sai realizes without the fuzziness of a drug-induced sleep. The Jounin Commander crouches down next to Sai’s bed, assessing eyes sweeping over him, and his mouth curves in a wry, sad smile. “Come on,” he says, not unkindly. “There’s someone who wants to meet you.”

Entirely confused, Sai pastes on a smile, not failing to notice the way the lines around Shikaku’s eyes tighten ever so slightly when he does. “Is something happening?” he asks, in the tone Shin once assured him was a good enough try at cheerful.

(Sai doesn’t get sent on a lot of undercover missions. Sometimes he wonders, if they get the opportunity to meet in another life, whether he should thank Shin or blame him.)

Shikaku watches him push to his feet, but thankfully doesn’t offer to help. Sai’s dignity is already wounded enough from the last failed mission and his multiple injuries that pity will just make things worse. “Root was supposed to be shut down over a decade ago,” the man says, and doesn’t protest when Sai picks up his sword. “This time the Hokage is seeing to it personally.”

That doesn’t sound overly promising where Sai’s future is concerned. Just for a moment he thinks of running, putting all his skill into vanishing and escaping the village, but he’s aware of Shikaku’s abilities and knows he has little hope of beating them.

(Besides, a little, much-quashed part of him whispers. Your soulmate is here, with the rest of the ANBU. If we go with him, maybe we can find them.

Sai tells himself that the little voice has no bearing on his decision to keep his sword sheathed and obediently follow Shikaku. It’s just slightly possible that the person Sai lies to the most is himself.)

He lets Shikaku lead the way up out of the base, into the open air. The sun is up and bright, and Sai is blinded for a moment. He blinks, and sees a shadow moving through the glare.

“This is him?” a boy’s voice asks, trying for bored but with an edge of equal parts calculation and nerves.

Sai blinks the spots from his eyes, and a boy his age comes into focus. Spiky hair, intelligent black eyes, tanned skin—definitely a Nara. Definitely Shikaku’s son, because Sai has been trained to recognize the clans’ heirs, and knows Nara Shikamaru on sight.

Knows him even better than that, if the rising mix of hope and realization in his chest has anything to say about it.

Deciding he’s certain enough to risk it, Sai gives Shikamaru his best smile, putting his effort into it, and dips into a bow. “I’m sorry for making you see such dreams,” he says.

There’s a long pause, and then Shikamaru sighs. “Stop doing that with your face,” he complains. “It’s creepy.” His father clears his throat, somewhere between exasperated and amused, and Sai just catches sight of Shikamaru rolling his eyes as he peeks up at the other boy.

A huff, and Shikamaru says, the tips of his ears just a little red, “Don’t apologize. I'm…sorry we couldn’t do anything sooner.”

There’s an ache in Sai’s chest to rival the one in his arm, a strange feeling in his throat, and he’s never quite been betrayed by his body, before, but—

It’s not…entirely bad, he thinks, a little dazed, as Shikaku drops a broad hand on his shoulder. They walk away from the Root base, and Sai thinks for half a second about looking back, but right before he does Shikamaru takes his hand.

Sai looks up at his soulmate, at the red-tipped ears and the face very determinedly not looking at him, and laughs. It’s strangled and unpracticed and a little shaky, but Shikamaru smiles back, small and wry, and doesn’t let go.

Castiel x Reader - Masterlist

This is mostly put together by the amazingly wonderful @onceuponasaltcircle​ who you should go and shower lots and lots of love on<3

I Will Always Protect You- Fluffy winged protection.

Thank You- Human Cas is filled with random acts of kindness.

Fond- Castiel saves you after being hurt by a wendigo.

Fireworks- Cas sees firework shows for the first time.

To Think- Complimenting Cas

The Simple Things- Based on the song Misery by The Maine

Perfect- Cas is saving up to marry the Winchester’s little sis.

Superfan- You are Charlie’s OTP.

You Say That A Lot- You have a crush on an angel.

Sleeping Experience- Cuddly Cas.

Guardian Angel- Team Free Will’s angel falls in love.

I Want to Hold Your Hand- Based off of the song by The Beatles.

Staying Right Here- Cas protects you after being kidnapped.

Tsunami- Based on Therapy by All Time Low.

Human Mornings- Human Cas fluffiness.

All the Happiness- Cas proposes.

Not in the Handbook- Cas gets a stripper’s phone number.

Promise- How do you explain self-harm to an angel.

So Highly- Cas finds his soulmate in a long time friend of the Winchesters.

It Can Wait for Tomorrow- Once Cas can feel human emotions, he falls in love.

More and More- Stabbed by your ex.

Always Watch Over You- There always an angel making sure we aren’t alone.

Who’s Have Thought- Even angels have insecurities.

Lullaby (Part One)- Based of the song Lullabies by All Time Low.

A Promise To Keep (Part Two)- He’ll always come home.

Together- Relationships are tested when Cas works with Crowley.

Say Goodbye- You sold your soul for Cas’s and now its time to go.

Halo- Based off of the song Halo.

Play For Me- You are teaching Cas how to play guitar.

Chore Day- Cas struggles without his grace.

I Don’t Care- Demons by Imagine Dragons.

You Got a Thing- When you are possessed you almost kill Cas.

Look Inside- You want revenge.

Scheduled Meeting- Everyone wants your attention.

Kind of Miss Them- Body swap story with Cas.

Prank Wars- You don’t like pranks, at all.

Something in the Water- Cas finds you dancing and singing.

Like I’m Flying- An angel afraid of heights.

Fresh Start- You tell Cas that you are pregnant.

Entirely Sure- He reassures you during stressful studying sessions.

Respect- Dean isn’t sure of Cas’s new music choices.

Lone Wolf- He was trying to help but you don’t need a savior.

When I Was Your Man- Based on the song by Bruno Mars.

This Waterfall… - It’s way too hot, but thankfully Cas manages to be your salvation.

You Heard Me - A stolen coat leads to an admission of guilt.

Early Riser - An unexpected visitor at 4am leads to making a new friend.

Bombshell Blonde

Request: Hi!! Can you please make a killjoy!Mikey x reader(who’s working with the Young Bloods; Patrick Stump’s group of Killjoys?) where they don’t get along that much but it turns out he’s actually flirting? Thanks!

“Got a minute?” Patrick asked, popping his head through the doorway of my temporary room.

“Of course, come in,” I smiled, patting a spot next to me. He sat on the edge of the bed, folding his hands into his lap.

“So what do you think of this place? How are you settling in?”

“It seems okay so far. All the guys are cool.” I’ve been with the Young Bloods for years. They found me wandering the desert when I first ran away from Battery City, took me in and taught me how to survive out here. A few days ago, the five of us all set out for a pick up. We heard there was gonna be a supply drop for a S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W and decided to out fight them and sweep all the supplies. Was it a full proof plan? No. A smart plan? Probably not. But we didn’t care. Any supplies straight from B.L.I. were worth a bullet to the shoulder. But, we got there too late. Another group had already taken out the whole unit when we got their, digging through the crates like they were Christmas presents. After an awkward standoff, one thing led to another and the other killjoys invited us to stay with them back at their base, which they all boasted was extremely well protected and had space for everyone. They called themselves “The Fabulous Four”, a little cheesy but surprisingly fit them all well. The Fab Four lived in a abandoned diner and they weren’t kidding when they said they had enough space for us all.

“Good, good. I’m glad everyone seems to like it here. I’m thinking we should stay,” Patrick said hesitantly. Patrick was kind of our unofficial leader. He was good at giving orders and we all respected him, but he hated the title “leader”, he didn’t like to be put on a pedestal and feel superior to us. 

“Really?”

“Do you not want to?”

“It’s not that, i’m just a little…surprised. Big groups are dangerous.”

“But very useful. Now four or five of us can go out on a patrol and we still have tons of people to watch over the base. Think about it Y/n, we can send out two patrols and cover twice the ground. It would be the best decision.” I shifted in place, knowing he was right.

“Is this because of your new best friend?” I teased, raising an eyebrow at him.

“New best friend?”

“You and cherry head are spending an awful lot of time together,” I giggled. Ever since we got here, their leader, Party Poison, and Patrick were always doing something together. It was funny really, considering they were both holding ray guns to each others heads when we first met and now their hardly apart.

“Party’s a cool guy, but I really think this is just the best decision for us,” Pat chuckled, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “But we’re a team and I want your approval before we make any decisions. What do you say?”

“Alright, if you think it’s the best option then i’m done. You’re the captain, Captain.”

“Yuck, don’t call me Captain. You know how I feel about that,” he grinned, lightly pushing my shoulder. “So it’s official then, the Fab Four and the Young Bloods join forces. And I have one more favor.”

“What is it?”

“Well, do you uh mind taking the night watch?” He stammered, looking at me hopefully.

“Of course not,” I said, jumping up instantly. I was confused at how anxious he looked, I’ve never complained about a night watch before. “Who am I working with?”

“Well, that’s the kinda the thing,” he chuckled nervously, fidgeting his hands. Realization slowly dawned on me and I groaned. Patrick grimaced and sighed. “It’s with Kobra.” Kobra Kid was Party Poison’s brother and the most annoying person I’ve ever met. We never got along, nothing about us mixed and it showed in our work. whenever we had to do something together, it either never got finished or turned out really shitty. I couldn’t stand his crude remarks and cocky smirk, constantly tempted to slap it off.

“Out of all people you partner me with him.”

“I’m sorry, I guess it’ his turn and Andy is really exhausted from the patrol earlier and you go after him. If you don’t want to do it though it’s fine, I can take it over,” he offered.

“No no, I got it. Don’t sweat it,” I persisted, grabbing my gun off the bed and loading a few carbons in it.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” I didn’t want to do it, at all. But, I didn’t want to be difficult. Party, Patrick, Andy, and Jet were all pretty banged up after a run in with a full S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit today and I could tell by the bags from his eyes that he just wanted to sleep. This is what you do when you’re apart of a team, you take care of each other.

“Okay, he’s already out there when you’re ready. I’m gonna hit the hay,” he yawned, patting my back before mumbling a goodnight as he exited the room. I sighed quietly to myself, pulling on my boots. This was gonna be a long night.


“Christ, what took you so long?” I heard Kobra scoff as I made it to the roof. 

“Fuck off,” I groaned tiredly, taking a spot a few yards away from him. 

“Ouch,” he chuckled darkly. “Someone’s a little grumpy.” I rolled my eyes and ignored him, keeping my eyes on the vast desert laid out in front of us. I looked for any headlights, the first sign of a B.L.I. patrol, but there was no sign of life. I had a feeling this night was gonna go by slowly, since dracs never came out this far in the more barren parts of the Zones at night. The night was completely silent, making it more awkward then it already was. I pulled the collar of my jacket up higher, trying to shield the bitter breeze. “You cold?” he muttered, keeping his hooded gaze ahead.

“I’m fine.”

“Do you…want my jacket?”

“Your jacket?” I said, not hiding my shock. “You’re offering me your jacket?” 

“Uh yeah?” 

“Why?”

“Because you look cold?” He said slowly, sarcasm dripping in his voice.

“You know what I mean smart ass. Why are you being nice to me all the sudden?”

“When am I not nice?”

“Um, all the time?”

“Name one time.”

“Yesterday. I was working on the car and you called me stupid, pushed me out of the way, and finished it.”

“You were doing it wrong,” he grumbled, shrugging it off like it was nothing.

“It was still rude. It’s not your place to tell me what to do.”

“Listen princess, I was just trying to help.”

“I don’t want your help, who died and made you my leader?” I spat, taking a step towards him.

“Who said I wanted to be a leader? I just want you to fix my fucking car right,” he fired back, standing up and towering over me. I gulped and looked up at him, trying to concentrate on telling him off instead of his sharp jawline.

“Don’t try to pin this all on me, you’re the one who started this.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirked, taking off his sunglasses and shoving them in his front pocket. God his eyes were gorgeous. The air seemed thick with want, making shift under his gaze uncomfortably. Our eyes met, staring intently for what felt like hours. We both leaped at each other, colliding our lips in a blind fury. His hands flew down to my waste, nailing me into place. I felt his tongue lap eagerly at my entrance, exploring my mouth when I granted him access. “God you’re gorgeous,” he panted in between kisses, groaning when I weaved my fingers through his hair. I pulled away much to our dismay when air became a necessity. Both of our lips were swollen and glistening from the kiss. He smiled at me, resting our foreheads together. “I hope you know I don’t hate you,” he rasped out.

“I don’t anymore,” I giggled, putting my hands over his.

“I actually really like you Y/n.”

“You don’t say?”

“Hey, i’m trying to be sappy here,” he chuckled. “I’m not good at showing my feelings, but I want you to know that I care about you a lot and want to be more than…whatever the hell we are.”

“I like you too Kobra,” I murmured, giving his lips another peck. The irony of the situation was too brutal. Kobra was probably the last person in the whole desert I thought I would be in this situation with. But, crazy things happen out in the desert. The rest of the night watch went by in a flash. Kobra and I mainly talked about anything and everything, anytime we could keep our lips off each other.

Capt. James Conrad’s Logbook

TITLE OF THE STORY: Capt. James Conrad’s Logbook

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One shot (for 1st may 2016 SSS edition)

AUTHOR: TomKurbikston

WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Capt. James Conrad /Tom Skull Island

GENRE: erotica, adventure

FIC SUMMARY: Capt. James Conrad prepares to lead a military operation to Skull Island with his men and a few scientists. The Anthropologist, Louise Page, seems to bit a bit problematic for him.

RATING: M / NSFW+18

WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHOR NOTES:  Straight unprotected sex

FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: I have no idea on the scenario of Skull Island. But MTV has provided me some ideas that I developed to create my own version. Thank you to my Beta-Readers Bobbie and @quoting-shakespeare-to-ducks

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Skull Island Operation—Day 0

      We’re finally all gathered here at the military base of Quang Ninh in North Vietnam. My team was ready and starting to get impatient. We’d been waiting for the last two scientists, Professors Sam Jackson and his colleague, Louise Page. Finally, the weather finally let up. They came in with the latest cargo jet tonight, bringing with them the rest of our needed material.

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[F] Baby on Board

Title: Baby on Board
Pairing: parent!Jeongcheol (Seungcheol x Jeonghan) + kid!Seungkwan
Length: 2,158 words
Summary: As a single father, Seungcheol is thankful for Jeonghan who helps take care of Seungkwan with him. However, Seungkwan notices the lowkey connection the two adults have.
A/N: Based off of this post! (Also, this would totally happen.. Happy birthday, Jeonghan!)

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headcanon based on:

dan and dodie agree to do a video together – he’ll play the piano, she’ll sing and play some uke. the day comes for them to meet up, but dan brings phil because he thought it was obvious wherever he was invited, phil was too. 

dodie opens the door expecting dan, but is surprised, though pleasantly, to see phil too. phil stays behind the camera while they’re filming, to help with focusing and whatnot. they all watch the playback, and decide something is missing – harmonies. dan doesn’t think he can sing and play at the same time, so dodie suggests phil sing tenor, to add some depth to the song. 

they practise a little, and when phil starts singing dan looks up from his playing and is just mesmerised. He keeps getting distracted and flustered and playing the wrong notes. dodie, watching the other two, smiles quietly to herself: anyone could tell they were completely smitten. 

they watch the video back again, and it’s just perfect – sounds and looks perfect too, with dan looking a lot more at ease with phil sat beside him.

Getting Your Life in Order:  mysterymanjoseph and comeandplaybambi

Joseph had come to California for social reasons.  One of the men in his former platoon had been assigned as a drill instructor at Camp Pendleton, and Joseph wanted to see the young man in action.  After getting permission from the Base CO, Joseph stood in the background, out of sight as the recruits were put through their paces as soon as they got off of the bus that brought them onto the base.  As he watches, Joseph remembers both he and the new DI’s time in basic training.  When the first day is over, Joseph leaves after doing some catching up with his former platoon member.  On the second day, Joseph decides to walk the beach, soak up a bit of the morning sun, and some sea breeze.  He can see people already laying out, and by the looks of the coolers with snacks and drinks, some of them look to be staying most of the day.  As he skirts one group he thinks, “What are they going to do with themselves if this country takes a serious downturn,…spending all day on the beach won’t be an option anymore.”

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ahh this is supposed to be just a quick warm up in preparation for iwaoi week, but I ended up spending hours upon hours on it anyways… orz

anyway, this is based on a headcanon where Oikawa would sometimes disappear after practice on the eve of important matches, find some quiet corner some place and review everything he knows about the opponents and the tactics he can use against them (aside from staying up watching matches). Meanwhile Iwaizumi’s left to dismiss their teammates and would afterwards join Oikawa and wait for him so they can go home together (also to make sure the dumbass would go home instead of practicing some more). 

or… idk I just want a quiet moment between these two. :’)

theycameloadedforbear  asked:

You're my fav fic writer, and I love this so much! Could you please do a bellarke fic, where Bellamy is the king of the fairies, and Clarke is stuck in fairyland because her ex-girlfriend lexa trapped her there, and also please include bellamy flailing hard in social settings and being adorably and unnecessarily jealous of clarke for her supposed relationship with lexa! Thank you!!

Clarke has heard that the best revenge is living well, which she thinks is basically true, but also reveals a basic personality defect of hers, because she’d like to think if she was really living well, she wouldn’t be that interested in revenge. Ideally, she’d be too busy enjoying her life. That feels like the basic goal of living well. If you’re truly happy, you don’t need to be showing the people who have wronged you how happy you are.

It’s a nice theory. Clarke likes to think, if nothing else, she has some extremely mitigating circumstances. So she’s allowed to go to a party and gloat. She’s earned that.

“What is with humans and tying things around your necks?” Bellamy grumbles, as Clarke ties his necktie. In theory, he can just use magic to get dressed, but he has to tell the magic what to do with the clothing, and apparently this one is beyond his fathoming. Clarke tried to explain how the rabbit goes through the hole, and Bellamy, being fairly literal-minded, got an actual rabbit.

He’s cute.

“Is this some sort of mortal obsession with courting death by asphyxiation?” he goes on. “Do you get a perverse thrill out of it?”

“Don’t kinkshame humanity, Bellamy.”

“I don’t know what that means, but I’m going to do it.” He huffs. “It would be easier if you just let me smite her. Or curse her. I could do all sorts of things.”

“I don’t actually want her dead. I feel like you think mortals are a lot more okay with death than we are.”

“Well, you die all the time,” he points out, not unreasonably. At least, not unreasonably from his perspective. “I assumed you were used to it.”

“No, it’s basically what motivates everything we do.”

“Weird.” She finishes the tying tie, and there’s a deliberate pause as he watches her, eyes roving over her face. “Maybe that’s why some people want to stay in this realm,” he says, casual. “Avoid that. It’s a perk.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Can I have a ship? I’m 5'8" and a little chubby, and I have super curly brown hair that’s always in a messy bun. If I’m not eating I’m probably taking a nap or drawing with my copics. I have anxiety, depression and OCD and once I’m sad I stay sad for a while. I’m smart but not smart enough to tutor someone. I’m a middle in volleyball, I like hiking, playing sports and nature. I also love animals, chameleons are my favorite!!!!!! I also love to read and watch anime.

heck yes you can have a ship!!!! Your best boy would be…

B O K U T O  K O U T A R O U 

Originally posted by bokvro

Here are some headcanons I have based off of you two!

  • Bokuto loves your weight, and your curves! He loves to hold onto you and squeeze you tightly because you’re so adorable and he can’t even take it-gah!
  • He’s always bugging you to draw him something, or draw something of him. (Joke’s on him, you just draw an owl)
  • You two would hold eating competitions, going wild while everyone else is getting green in the face. You don’t care however, because it’s fun and the food’s good and if you win, Bokuto’s your servant for a month!
  • Bokuto can’t take naps, because he’s too energetic and high strung for that. He’s always bouncing around, even during your naps, and Akaashi has to drag him away before you decide to murder him.
  • Unfortunately, Bokuto isn’t the cure to your anxiety, your depression, or your OCD. He does like to do what he can, however, no matter what that may be. Staying up with you until four in the morning? Consider it done! Putting on silly faces just to see your smile? Always! Loving you? Unconditionally!
  • He likes to brag that your smarts rub off on him, and that he’s slowly becoming a genius. Akaashi isn’t so sure.
  • Bokuto is your mentor for volleyball, and he’ll often be closer to your body than needed as he’s teaching you a new technique. He loves doing it, because you’ll blush and he’ll get to hold you in his arms.
  • Nature and Bokuto don’t exactly… mix. Sure, he likes it, and sure, he’d love to go on hikes with you, but he’s constantly falling down mini-cliffs, and tripping over rocks, and being attacked by animals. Nature does not like Bokuto.

anonymous asked:

What kind of first date would the boys like?

Edd: Edd would go to the movies. It’s classic, and works out well. He loves getting HUGE cups of cola (no promises on sharing) and some candy. He wouldn’t want to see a sappy romantic movie, he’d much prefer to see a comedy or maybe an action movie. After the movie, he would go over to claw games/ arcade, just so he could spend more time with his date.


Matt: His ideal place would be the amusement park or anything of the sort. He’d first go to the roller coasters,starting from the more milder ones to the more rough ones. Not only cause it’s fun, but he wants to see his date’s reactions to the rides. After the rides, he’d go to the arcade. He’d probably play a racing game and air hockey. And to save best for last, the prize claws. He’d try to get a prize for his collection and even one for his date. 


Tom: He’d either go to a concert or just stay at home (most likely stay at home). Just chillin’, watching tv, and maybe a little bit of cuddles is all he needs to make a perfect date. He may even play his bass for his date. Tom isn’t really huge on dates in the first place really. A walk to the park, hanging at home, anything calm like that is best fro him. He’ll probably be more interested in knowing/talking to his date more. 


Tord: Tord isn’t huge on dates. He’d most likely just stick with the classics, like going to a restaurant. He needs to know and trust his date before any ‘REAL’ dates can occur. And those dates consist of flying in a military plane, going to a/his war base, etc. Those dates can be a bit scary, maybe it’s just best to stay at home with him and watch boring documentaries. He’ll think it’s adorable if his date falls asleep on his shoulder.

-Mod Z