how did he even get that nickname

Attraction To A Stranger [Jason Todd x Reader]

I got this prompt from a post by @otpprompts​: “Person A sees Person B in the waiting room of an airport and tries to get in touch with them without actually talking, eventually managing to slip a paper with their number in the book Person B was reading. How all of this happens is up to you. Bonus if Person C is the one helping Person A.“

A/N: When you think you write too much for Jason but then remember that’s not possible. (Fem Reader)


Jason was sitting, bored as all hell, in the seats outside his gate. Roy sat next to him hat pulled over his face, trying to get a few minutes shut eye. Jason sighed leaning into the back of his seat, just people watching.

He was unamused by anyone until a [h/c] haired girl with the most stunning [e/c] eyes sat in an open chair across from where he was. You had a set of headphones in, completely oblivious to anyone and everyone around you. Observing as you would gaze at the gate and check your watch.

Jason found you absolutely stunning. Every move you made entranced him. Even more amazing when he saw you pull out a book he found to be one of his favorites. Watching as you turn each page eagerly, looking forward to how the plot continues onto the next page.

He just wanted to get up, sit in the seat next to you, and strike up a conversation. But for some reason he just… couldn’t.

So, he just continued to watch.

“Dude you look like a stalker.. Or a crazy boyfriend. One of the two” Roy interrupted Jason’s staring. He shot the archer a glare. “I don’t look like a stalker”

“Kind of do the way you’re staring at the poor girl.” Roy whispered. Making Jason roll his eyes before they landed on the stranger again. “Just go talk to her”

“I.. I just… I don’t know” Jason crossed his arms shrugging. Looking at Roy he saw he had a shit eating smirk, “You’re scared to talk to her” he teased.

“What? No! I’m not scared to talk to her. I just… don’t want to interrupt her book” Jason glanced over looking for an excuse.

“Yeah, whatever you say Jaybird. Then I guess you won’t mind if I went over there and talked to her, maybe asked her out got her number” Roy’s smirk widened as Jason sent another glare. “Fuck you Harper”

“Ah, there it is. The truth comes out. Jason’s nervous to talk to a girl.” Roy shook him by the shoulders, leading Jason to hit his hands away. The movements catching your eye, chuckling upon seeing the exchange before looking down at the page once more.

“She just looked at us by the way” Roy commented, making Jason’s eyes widen and look at you once more. “Just go over there already, aren’t you the one who girls swoon over?”

“Shut up” Jason shook his head, running a hand through his hair. Messing up the white streak. “Well what if you got her to talk to you, pace around her, maybe drop something to catch her attention?” Roy offered up some suggestions. 

“Why do I feel like I’m in middle school with a crush? I’m a grown man I should just walk over there” Jason pinched his nose as if he were getting a headache. 

But he eventually did what Roy said, just trying to get your attention. Tried to drop something by you, and ‘accidentally’ bumped your seat. However, you were to entranced in your book and deafened by your music to notice.

That was until they heard your phone begin to ring, watching as you picked it up from the space at your side. Pulling out your headphones and setting your book on the open space next to you.

“Hey Mom” Jason heard you speak for the first time and was even more attracted to you. “No, I’m just sitting at my gate. There’s still some time before boarding.” you continued to talk on the phone. 

“Now’s your chance, slip your number in her book. She’s facing away from it.” Roy was indeed right, you had your attention turned to a window opposite the direction of your book.

Jason nodded, scribbling down his number on a piece of paper with a small note. Carefully he strode over, staying out of your vision. Sticking the paper on the page your bookmark was and backtracked to his seat.

Leaning against the armrest, waiting for you to find it. As you continued to talk he ended up pulling out a book of his own, phone stuffed in the pocket of his leather jacket. 

“Alright Mom. Yes I’ll be careful. I love you too. Bye.” Hanging up the phone with your ever worrying mother. You grew up in Gotham, of course you can handle yourself elsewhere. Chuckling you picked up your book, opening it to the marked page.

Though when opening the book a small folded sheet of paper fell into your lap. Confused, you unfolded it reading the contents.

‘Hey, so I’ve been trying to get your attention but it seems you like that book about as much as I did when I first read it. I’m across from you if you’re up for a date some time.


You looked up from the note to see two men. One with red hair that was scrolling through his phone and the other with black hair and a white streak through it. Both were rather attractive but the one with the black hair was just gorgeous in your eyes.

Hoping for the best you typed in the number and sent a message. 

Jason felt the phone buzz in his pocket and dug it out. Clicking the screen it lit up to reveal a message from an unknown number. Not noticing the smile grow on your face as you watched the screen.

“That’s one way to give a girl your number. But a name might be nice to know first deary.. -_^

Jason looked up at you with a dumbfounded look, you covered your mouth giggling before removing it and waving at him. He grinned before beginning to tap the screen.

“Jason Todd. Your turn doll”

Chuckling at the nickname you answered quicky.

“[F/n] [L/n]”

Looking up you saw his buddy looking over his shoulder before he smirked and stole the phone, swiftly typing on the screen.

Reading the message you let out an audible laugh, muffling it with your hand.

“About time he got to talking to you. But how about instead of this texting shit, you sit with us on the flight. Get to know Jaybird audibly.”

After you stopped laughing you responded.

“It’d be my pleasure. I’d love to talk to ‘Jaybird’” 

Jason visibly blushed at the use of his nickname Roy had for him, even if it was only through text.

Though one thing he was looking forward to was hearing you talk to him with the same smile you had been talking on the phone with earlier. Little did he know about how this would be the start to something he’d forever treasure.

MariChat May Day 12: Sleepover

This is for @sybaritismfics!  She’s another talented fellow author, who offered her friendship.  :)

“Marinette, why is Chat Noir climbing in through your window?”

Marinette turned from her screen to look at a very bemused Alya, and then at the black cat who was now sitting frozen in shock on her bed. She should have expected it, really.  As much as they were both at her house, it was a miracle that it hadn’t happened already.  But this was Saturday night, and Chat usually didn’t come on a Saturday unless he had to miss Friday, so having Alya stay over that night should have been safe.  What was he doing here two nights in a row?  

“Earth to Marinette?”

She blinked, and realized that Alya was still staring at her expectantly. “Uh, patrolling?” she said intelligently.

Chat’s eyes darted in panic between them.  “Yeah, patrolling!  I was just conducting an in-depth patrol, visiting totally random citizens in their homes, but, um, I can see that there’s no akuma here, so I’ll just, uh, be on my way—”

“Oh, no you don’t!”  Alya leapt up and grabbed his tail, catching him with his torso already half outside.  She coiled the end of it around her fist and tugged, smirking.  “If you don’t stick around, then you’re going to leave poor Marinette to face interrogation alone.”

Chat sighed and dropped back to the bed, pulling the trap door closed behind him.


“Don’t ‘Alya’ me, M,” she tossed back, making herself comfortable on the chaise.  “You’re the one who’s been secretly meeting with one half of Paris’s super duo.  And don’t even try to tell me this was the first time.  That cat has obviously been here before.”

“Ok, so, maybe he’s been here once or twice before—”

“The cat’s out of the bag now, Princess.”  He dropped to the floor next to where Marinette still sat in her desk chair, and leaned his head against her knee.  “You might as well come clean.  You know the Ladyblogger better than I do, but even I know she’s not gonna quit till she gets her scoop.”

Alya’s eyes had lit at his use of her nickname, and Marinette groaned.  “Now you’ve done it, you mangy cat.”

“ ‘Princess’?  He has a pet name for you?  Girl, how long have you been holding out on me?”

“A while?”  She shrugged.  “I don’t really remember when it started.  And it wasn’t that often at first.”

Alya’s hands twitched on her phone, like she was itching to start recording this like an interview.  “How did it even start?”

“I was out on my balcony one evening, and I saw him vaulting around the rooftops.  I said hi, and he came and sat on my balcony for a while, and…”  She shrugged again, and thoughtlessly dropped her hand onto his head and began to absently scratch his ears.  Chat pushed his head into her hand and closed his eyes happily under her ministrations.

Alya noted both of these things with interest, but didn’t interrupt.

“And I came back,” Chat said without opening his eyes, “because she’s good company.  And she feeds me.”

Alya laughed.  “Marinette, don’t you know better than to feed strays?”

“Well, I do now,” she laughed.

“Hey!”  He lifted his head to glare at her indignantly.

“You know I’m only teasing, Chaton.”  His expression eased, and he put his head against her knee once more.

Alya’s brows climbed up into her hairline, but she still didn’t comment.  “So why didn’t you tell me that you’ve had a superhero visiting your bedroom, Mari?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged yet again.  “The first time, I thought it was a one-time thing.  And what was I going to say, ‘Chat Noir just happened by my balcony yesterday, and kept me company for a few hours’ ?”

“A few hours?”

“We were bored.”

“Uh huh.”

“Whatever.”  Marinette waved a hand dismissively.  “I just didn’t mention it.  I mean, I told my parents, because I didn’t want them to freak out, but it…just didn’t really occur to me to tell anyone else.”

“I’m glad she didn’t,” Chat put in quietly.  “If it got out that I like to come here, it might put her family in danger.  And if it got out that she’s a friend of mine, it would definitely put her in danger.”

“I guess I can see that.”  Alya nodded thoughtfully.  “So, you guys are just…friends?  What do you do?”

“Whatever, really.  Play Mecha Strike, watch movies, do homework…”

“I help her with her physics.”  Chat grinned.  “And model for her when she needs a muse.”

“With, or without the suit?”

“Alya!”  Marinette just knew that her face was scarlet.

“What?  It’s a valid question.”

Chat laughed, and waggled his brows suggestively.  “With the suit, this time.  But next time?  Who knows.”

She pulled her fingers from his hair, and nudged his head with her knee.  “Ugh, Chat, I think it’s time for you to go.”

“Do I have to?”  He pouted.

“Yes.  Go.  I’ll see you…another time.  Ok?”

“Fine.  A cat knows when he’s not wanted.”  He stood and winked at Marinette with his back to the chaise, so that Alya wouldn’t see.  Then climbed the ladder to Marinette’s loft bed, and pushed open the door in the ceiling.  “See you later, Ladyblogger.  Goodnight, Princess,” he called down, and then he was gone, the door closed quietly behind him.

Alya turned back to Marinette, who was still staring at the skylight with a soft smile.  “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, are you dating Chat Noir?!”

On My Way Home

Title: On My Way Home. The Promise. Part 2

Summary: Dean deals with the aftermath of the letter that changed his life.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (very briefly, also mentioned), Jo Harvelle (very briefly), Benny Lafitte, Leslie (OFC, only mentioned), John Winchester and Marry Winchester (only mentioned), Bobby Singer (very briefly mentioned), Lexie (OFC), Lisa Braeden (mentioned)

Word count: 6065

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Another letter (way shorter though, I promise). Mentions of an almost-fatal car accident and death of a parent. There are a few more warnings but I don’t want to ruin the story for anyone so look at the tags in the end if you want. :)

Author’s Notes: Wow. So here it is. The second part to “The Promise”. I’m sorry this took me so long, guys, but I fell in love with the first part and I wanted to do this story justice (also, life has been kind of crazy lately). Anyway, I’d really like to thank all of you for the love and support you’ve shown for this fic. It means the world to me and I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed working on it.

(Flashback is in italics). Read part one here. 

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

“Where are we going?” Y/N breathed out, her hand in Dean’s, a bright smile gracing her beautiful features as they ran together, twigs and branches scratching their skin, trying to slow them down.

The corners of his lips quirked up in a cheeky smirk.

It was hard to believe, really, but life had been good to him lately. They were almost ready to graduate, Y/N had gotten accepted into Columbia and, with his dad and Bobby’s help he’d be able to follow her to New York and start working as a mechanic like he’d always wanted.

And, thank God, she was doing better. The days she’d spent laying on a hospital bed, wounded and bruised, were long gone and she was happy and lively once more, had that spark in her eyes that made him fall in love with her all over again.

“You’ll see.” He winked, giving her hand a squeeze for good measure.

“But the other guys, they’re going to-”

“Don’t worry ‘bout them. They’re too busy to notice we’re gone.”

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BTS reaction: their s/o randomly adopting a dog.

little-psycho-ghost asked:

 If you have time, could you do a reaction to their s/o randomly adopting a dog?



Originally posted by jhopefluxo

Jin would give you an entire lecture about how dogs are a big responcibility, how they are like kids and you need to take care of them and how you’re way too lazy to take care of the dog by yourself. 

“But,” he said at the end of his speech, “that doesn’t mean we’re not keeping the dog. It’s just way too cute! Now let’s go buy the poor doggy some food!”


Originally posted by butterflyguk

Yoongi wouldn’t say anything and let you keep the dog. He would pretend that he doesn’t care about the dog and that it’s not a big deal, but on the inside the dog would be jumping with happiness every time the dog climbed on top of him and licked his cheek and if it ever gets sick he would take a day off just to take care of it, even though he would never admit it.

“Hey Y/N, I know it’s really late and you have work tomorrow, but I need to check on the dog, how’s he doing? Did you give it it’s medicine?”


Originally posted by ttaegiis

Hobi would instantly fall in love with the dog. He would love the dog so much somedays you would feel like he’s paying more attention to it than he does to you. He would also use the dog on you every time you’re mad or sad, he would take the little ball of fluff and bring it to you, placing it in your lap.

“I read somewhere that dogs make people happier,” he smiled placing the dog in your lap, “it definetly works for me, so I think it would work for you too.”


Originally posted by baebsaes

Namjoon would sigh and roll his eyes when you first bring the dog home, annoyed that you brought home yet another animal. But he would slowly start getting more attached to the dog than he did to any of your previous animals, he would start buying it clothes and calling it nicknames that didn’t even make sense sometimes.

“Come here Mr. Carrot!”, he would call the dog whose name was Johnny.


Originally posted by itschiminie

Jimin would be completely confused what to do. He would love the dog and think that it’s extremely adorable but he wouldn’t really know how to take care of it. This means that the two of you would constantly be googling stuff about the dog.

“Jagi? The dog has been sleeping for 3 hours straight now, should I be worried?”


Originally posted by mvssmedia

Tae would see the puppy as a very important milestone in your relationship. He would think of it as his child - constantly dressing it up in fancy dog clothes and feeding it fancy dog foods. But having a dog with you would make him really happy, because we all know how much he loves children which means that he would absolutely fall in love with the dog.

“Jagi, you’ll be such a good mother of our future child!”


Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Jungkook would NOT like the dog. The only reason why is, because he would be extremely jealous of it. He would be the kind of boyfriend who wants the be the only one and the only thing who you love, so sharing you with a dog wouldn’t be an easy task for him. But even if he is jealous he would still let you keep the puppy, because he loves how happy it makes you.

“Jagiya! Leave the dog alone and come spend some time with me!”


Dating Calum Hood Includes...


Warning: profanity

Request: here

Note: ahjshkdjsfhk thank you all so much for 100 followers im freaking sfjhjhdfk

  • Cuddles-me-calum

“I like potatoes more than you.”

“Me too.”

  • Compliments, then shy calum

“You look handsome in that suit.”

*calum blushes*

  • Subconsciously tracing his tattoos when your drifting off to sleep

“How does one get abs?”

“How does one NOT get abs?”

  • He braids your hair, lets be honest, HE CAN BRAID BETTER THAN YOU
  • Best friends with Mali




  • He likes nicknames but he doesn’t like calling you princess or something, its just uncomfortable for him

“Cal-pal, child, baby, FUTURE HUSBAND LISTEN TO MEEEE”

  • Knowing all the words to every 5sos song, even better than him you could say
  • Twenty!! One!!! Pilots!!!
  • Cute lil nose kisses in public
  • Calum didn’t have a d*ck pic k he has a mature girlfriend
  • You getting flustered and blushing furiously when he compliments you
  • He talks about you in interviews

“How is Y/n?”

“She’s-um-amazing. She really loves me and I really love her, she thinks I’m handsome, funny, kind and everything I think I’m not. She’s beautiful and deserves much more than me, to be honest I don’t know why she’s still mine.”


You know how to calm him down in a panic attack; you have them too

Nerd, geek, whatever yOU’RE INTO BOOKS ANS SHIZ

Harry Potter; The Selection; The Maze Runner; 13 Reasons Why; Narnia; The Fifth Wave; darling you name it, you’re probably into it lmao

Calum loves that about you, except you are very quiet about your nerdy side unless its worth screaming and tears for, which, what book or movie isn’t?


Seventeen’s Group Chat

A/N: Don’t take this seriously, I’m just making it for fun. It’s hard to find pictures of SVT on their phones so please ignore that some don’t even have any in their pictures. I don’t own any of these images.

Seungcheol / Nickname: Beagle King

ー Takes him ages to answer

ー Group is muted

ー “Can you shut up, I’m trying to rest”

ー But spams when he’s awake

Jeonghan / Nickname: Eldest Maknae

ー Posts selcas and pretends it was an accident

ー Text the person next to him to see his reaction

ー  “ㅋㅋㅋ”

ー “Good luck today, work hard!”

Jisoo / Nickname: America Hyung

ー“How’s everyone?” 

ー Gets ignored

ー “Did you all go to eat without me?”

ー Everyone loves texting with him tho

Jun / Nickname: Quiet n Handsome

ー Quiet            

ー Jokes a lot when he decides to text 

ー Makes typos but everyone ignores them 

ー “Have a nice day"

Soonyoung / Nickname: Hosh

ー Emojis

ー Spams stickers

ー “Is anyone up?”

ー “typing…”

Wonwoo / Nickname: Sloth

ー “Look what I found” 

ー “Where is everyone?” 

ー Everyone texts the moment he gets in the shower

ー “Wrong chat”

Jihoon / Nickname: Uri Jihoon

ー “Uri Jihoon left the chat”

ー “Hosh added Uri  Jihoon to the chat”

ー Barely texts

ー Once kicked out the whole chat while trying to leave

Mighao / Nickname: 8

ー “Imma”

ー Virtually slaps everyone who makes lame jokes

ー “8 kicked Hosh out of the chat”

ー “8 added Hosh to the chat”

Mingyu / Nickname: Mingu

ー Once spelled something wrong and Seokmin keeps teasing him

ー Never in the chat when SVT is discussing something important

ー “What? When did we decide that?”

ー “lol”

Seokmin / Nickname: Docutie

ー Set his own nickname to “leaving svt” when Mingyu said he won’t buy him snacks

ー Jokes, lots of jokes

ー “Can you bring me water?”

ー “You’re closer to it”

Seungkwan / Nickname: Boo

ー Talks the most

ー “Hyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuung~”

ー Gets kicked out for spamming 

ー Leaves the group when pretending to be offended and doesn’t get added back for days

Hansol / Nickname: 4D

ー Randomly talks in English too watch the members struggle

ー Gets kicked out by Seungkwan for that

ー “wyd”

ー Chat is muted

Chan / Nickname: Baby

ー Never got kicked out except when Jihoon kicked everyone out

ー “Stop it”

ー “Baby kicked Boo out of the chat”

ー Clears his Nickname but Soonyoung puts it back

Not The One

Authors Note: I present you with a imagine similar to arranged marriage but it just has a twist ;) Also, I just hit 1k followers so I’m giving away personilzed headcanons and imagines!!! Enjoy the imagine ;D

Word Count: 1230

Draco x Reader

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anonymous asked:

Could you maybe write a Kevin accidentally meeting Joaquin's closest friends/gang members oneshot? Like would it go well/friendly teasing or more threatening? Thank youuuu

This Is Not How I Imagined It

Or, Kevin meets Joaquin’s ‘family’

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of gangs and mentions of violence

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Note: all of the gang members and Joaquin’s brother are made up by me. These are my characters. All of Joaquin’s family life here is completely headcanon.

Kevin didn’t know when he had become the kind of kid who made out in the back of bars. He used to roll his eyes at the couples that would grope each other during school dances or behind the shelves of Riverdale’s library. Yet, here he was, in the back of a Southside bar, with his tongue down his boyfriend’s throat. Speaking of, Kevin swirled his tongue around Joaquin’s, mimicking something far dirtier and prompting the serpent to moan and press their hips together. Kevin smirked, his hands running all over Joaquin’s body before finally resting on his ass and gripping it firmly. Joaquin broke apart, tossing his head back with a moan that rushed straight to Kevin’s pants. Kevin attached his lips to the shorter boy’s neck, sucking and biting.

Suddenly, Kevin felt a short vibration. He ignored it in favor of continuing down Joaquin’s neck. Still, the vibrations persisted, coming from Joaquin’s back pocket, where Kevin’s hand was resting. He still ignored it, but Joaquin broke away, swatting Kevin’s hand and reaching into his pocket. Kevin didn’t get a glimpse at the caller ID before Joaquin hurriedly untangled himself and began to walk away.

“Don’t move a muscle, I will be right back.” He called over his shoulder before answering the call, moving away for some privacy.

Kevin slumped against the wall, annoyed that some stupid phone call was keeping his boyfriend from him. His super hot serpent boyfriend, who he had been very close to taking someplace more private. Kevin sighed, growing colder without the heat of Joaquin’s body shielding him from the draft. It was Kevin’s first time being in this particular bar, but it looked very similar to the other Southside bars Joaquin and he had attended. There were two pool tables down at the end farthest from where Kevin was standing, a rickety bar with even more rickety stools, and, right by the door, a snake slithering around in a large tank. Kevin shivered a little when he looked at the snake, not completely comfortable around the creatures yet.

Kevin was getting impatient. Joaquin had been gone for far too long, and he was slightly concerned about the four young serpents who had been staring at him ever since Joaquin had left. Kevin knew that he looked out of place in his charcoal sweater and blue button up, but he normally didn’t attract much attention from the other serpents. He kept his head down. But these four were staring and whispering and not even attempting to be discrete about it. Kevin swallowed nervously, but smiled at the group anyway, trying not to get beat up. Apparently, Kevin fucked that up because the group of serpents began to walk towards him.

“Hey there, preppy.” The tallest of them started. He was taller than Kevin, something that didn’t happen often, with white-blonde hair, and a scar running from his bottom lip to the edge of his chin. He was clearly the leader of the group. Kevin was immediately wary of the nickname, it was what Joaquin called him; how did this kid know that? Could it be a coincidence? It had to be.

“Um, hello?” Kevin questioned cautiously, “do I know you?” He shuffled back a few inches before his back touched the wall. This time, a small, yet still somehow intimidating, girl with jet black hair spoke.

“Nope.” She grinned. “But, damn. We sure know a lot about you, Kevin.”

Kevin gulped. This definitely was not going to end well. “Actually, I was just leaving. I’m sorry for bothering you.” Kevin made to leave, but was blocked by a short, chubby, ginger boy. In any other setting Kevin would have smiled at a boy who looked like him, winking and hoping to make him blush. But not in this bar. Not when the boy in question looked like he could easily kill Kevin, despite the red locks and rounded cheeks.

“You aren’t going anywhere. We need to talk to you.” He glared at Kevin, the taller boy and small girl following suit. It was only now that Kevin realized that the fourth member of the group hadn’t walked over to him. Behind the three serpents in front of him, a boy, with hair that matched Joaquin’s, but who was quite a bit older, leaned against the wall, talking in the phone in hushed tones. Kevin didn’t have time to give this anymore thought because the three serpents that were paying attention to him, closed in, forming a semicircle around their prey. Kevin stood tall, however, attempting to appear confident.

“Well if you know my name, it’s only fair I know yours.” He stated, and was surprised at how convincing he actually sounded.

“A joker, huh?” The blonde chuckled, but offered an answer. “Name’s Finch. This here is Winston, and the lovely lady is-” He was cut when the shirt girl elbowed him in the gut.

“Keep your comments to yourself Finch.” She spat back. “I’m Millie. Not that it means much to you.” She glared at Kevin, clearly not as impressed by his feigned confidence as Finch had been. Winston was the next to speak.

“Look. You are not part of this world. You aren’t a serpent. You couldn’t even pretend to be one of us.” He scoffed, reaching out and teasing the sleeve of Kevin’s sweater. Kevin resisted the urge to yank his arm away.

“So just keep that in mind.” Finch continued, “We know you think that you understand Joaquin, but you don’t. We are his family.” He paused and Millie picked up where he left off.

“And we are not the kind of family that quickly forgives. Hurt him, and your fate will be worse than that blossom boy’s.” She snarled. Kevin was sure she was going to hit him, or at least shove him a little, but at that moment, the kid from the wall hung up his phone and pushed through the circle, making him eye to eye with Kevin. He brought his hands down on Kevin’s shoulders menacingly.

“Here’s the bottom line, Keller, you hurt my little brother, I hurt you.” Kevin couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped him. This was not how he wanted his first impression with Joaquin’s brother to play out. He had been expecting dinner, maybe some light hearted chatter before explaining that he really did like Joaquin and wasn’t planning on screwing that up. Instead, here he was. In the back of some seedy bar, pressed against a wall, just hoping not to get the shit beat out of him.

“Damn it! Sebastian! What did I say about accosting my boyfriend?” Kevin smiled at the familiar voice as Joaquin rounded the corner. “Is this why you called me? To keep me occupied while Finch, Will, and Millie threatened Kev?” He questioned, pushing past the other serpents and grabbing Kevin’s chin, checking his face to make sure there were no bruises. “Are you okay, Kev?”

Kevin smiled and nodded, amused by his boyfriend’s worry. “I’m fine Joaquin. Just a little surprised, that’s all.” He lowered his voice, “This wasn’t really how I imagined meeting your family.”

“Wait. What?” Wilson interrupted, reminding Kevin that the gang members were still standing there.

“Uh, this isn’t how imagined meeting Joaquin’s family would be.” Kevin repeated.

“You imagined meeting his family?” Millie questioned further.

“Well yeah. I mean he’s met my dad. I assumed I’d be meeting his brother soon enough.” Kevin was confused by their reaction. Were they not threatening him a mere minute ago?

“So you guys are like serious?” Finch asked, backing away slightly to give Kevin and Joaquin some room.

“Of course we are, dumbass.” Joaquin interjected. “What? Did you think I was dating the sheriff’s son for shits and giggles?” This prompted laughter from the group, including Sebastian.

“Kevin?” Sebastian inquired.

“Um, yeah?”

“Take good care of my little brother, okay? He deserves to be happy.” As he said this, Sebastian reached over and mused Joaquin’s hair.

“He deserves everything.” Kevin muttered, looking at Joaquin as if he’d hung the moon. Sebastian chuckled, throwing his arm around Finch and leading the group away from the two boys. “You deserve everything.” Kevin repeated, taking Joaquin’s chin in his hands.

 “I have all I could ever want.” Joaquin responded, “I’ve got you.” Joaquin pressed their lips together gently, and Kevin couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face.

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comfortable pt 2

pairing: jason todd x reader

warnings: cursing, sexual innuendoes, violence mentions, blood, injury

prompt: jason and y/n are friends and this is a casual night/morning together, hintage of feelings for each other but no one says anything bc they are both so 
//comfortable// with each other rn😤

I won’t forget this day. I don’t ever want to forget a second.

Jason and I have been getting close, really close, like I didn’t know a fact about his past or family but I could almost piece it together or choose his life story from a lineup.

I figured he was someone’s body guard or maybe a professional fighter or something with all the bruises and scars he has. I learned to keep more medical supplies in my apartment for him. He always would half ass his wound treatments and maybe tie a cloth around it. Sometimes he was so lazy with himself I swear. One day, maybe a year after our first meeting, he comes knocking down my door. It’s the end of summer and around 11:00. Pretty early for our usual friend dates. He’s banging pretty hard but I’m taking a bath right now so I leisurely call him on my cell phone.

*Jason’s phone buzzes, and he picks it up*

“UM EXCUSE YOU, I know you are home, why are you *groans loudly* not opening the door??”

“Good evening Jason, you rudely interrupted my bath and therefore you can wait a second for me.”

I tease him while putting on a towel. He can wait on the couch if he really wants to come in.

“God, y/n, it’s an emergency!”

“Oh, an emergency to see me while I’m on the midst of a bath–”

I’m almost at the door and I see it being rattled. He is not doing what I think he is doing. God I really hope not. I know how to pick locks as well but I only use it for emergencies and this fool better have a good excuse before he comes barging in.

“JASON. I– ohmygod.”

I stare at his bloodied body. He looks a little off though, but I don’t have time to think about that.

“Y/n, I can explain later but I need your help right now.”

He says while I drag him to my bathroom and rip off his clothing and place him in my bathtub. I don’t ask any questions because one of the most important things you learn as a lawyer. The more you know, the less options you have for your client.

It’s silent and slightly awkward considering his bulky body bis almost naked in my bathtub. It wreaks of lavender and blood and raw meat and ugh. He tries to talk but I hush him up really quick. It sounds like an apology but I can’t risk it. Or himself. He also shouldn’t be risking himself by telling me. I ask him to stand up and he obliges. First thing I notice is that his underwear is black. No, I notice that he has a big gash on his abdomen. Bandages and gauze can help but I can’t stitch him. I barely know anything, only what little my friends and mother have taught me about first aid. I let my tub empty and pour alcohol all over him, his shoulders and his torso. After he is all patched up I grab him my snuggle to cover himself and make some coffee. He’s got a lot of explaining to do. I decided that I could help him out with whatever. I mean, he is almost like my only family here so, idk I just know that family takes care of family. This is my best friend and I'all help him out just like him with me.

I put on the first pair of leggings and sweater I saw, literally just patched him up with a towel robe on. I call him out here to sit and talk with me.

“Jason, come meet me in the kitchen please.”

The coffee is done and I sit myself on the counter. His cup is right beside me and I see him walking towards me and even though this situation is absolutely serious, he looks ridiculous in my snuggie and I can’t stop but laugh.

“God, Jason you look so attractive like this, a real lady killer.”

“Okay, okay cupcake don’t tease me now.”

“Jason Peter Todd. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to but I need some answers.”

“Shoot em.”

“Why did you come to me, instead of a hospital? Why did you come to me instead of a families house or another friend?”

He pauses for a while but then whispers

“ I, uh, okay, so… Alright, so I didn’t go to the hospital because I would have had to provide a reason to this mess and I can’t do that, I also know for a fact my family is really busy right now and can’t drop what they are doing to help me, also now isn’t a good time to drop in on my family, and uh I came to you because I knew you would help.”

“Well, you aren’t done yet, you still need some stitches or something and I can’t give them to you I don’t know how. I also don’t know how you are walking with such ease.”

“Baby girl, no worries I’m a lot tougher than you think, and I don’t really need much more help. I’ll just chill out here until I get better.”

“ *sigh* You are so stubborn and needy I swear. How did you even get so hurt?”

“I’d rather not share (nickname), but it wasn’t anything out of the usual, and yada yada I’ll be more careful. I am so tired so would you please be a good little girl and let me sleep now?”

He ruffles my hair and walks out of the kitchen and towards my room.

“Jay! where is my thank you, and you’re dead if you actually think I’m going to let you sleep on my sheets all bloodied like that.”

“Oh so you would let me sleep on your bed if I wasn’t bloody? I should come over more often.”

He turns around and plops on my body bean bag and looks at me with puppy eyes.

“Y/n, hunny, would you please tuck me in? I’m sowwy for being so needy.”


I fetch him a duvet and lay it over his body. I tuck in his neck and he pulls my arm in and whispers in my ear.

“Thanks for everything y/n. It means so much to me and I’ll definitely repay you.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s what we do for each other. Now get some sleep before I kick you out for being so exhausting.”

I kiss his forehead and settle myself on the couch, right by him. As he falls asleep I make my move.

I grab his cellphone from the pile of his clothes in my bathroom. I take a closer look and see that his clothes are bloodied, his skin has been cut, but the clothes he wore were clean (besides the blood) and untorn. Which means that he was wearing something else during the time of the incident and he didn’t want me to see what he was wearing when he got attacked. His cellphone is locked but it doesn’t take me long to open it. It’s my birthday and a couple letters mixed in. We changed our passwords together a while back. I look through his contact list for someone to call. He needs more medical help and the situation is too delicate to call a hospital. Perhaps a friend with a similar lifestyle could help.

Ugh, his contacts are a lot of “blonde girl from the bar,” or “baddie from the coffee shop.” Whenever he tells stories he usually doesn’t mention that he keeps their number😒. I see at the end of his contacts there are certain contacts that are different though.


These are his speed dials? I guess I’ll call dickhead because I don’t want to risk calling a girl, “old man” might be his dad and I would not want my father to get a call like this from a friend, “roy” is a very generic contact name, so dickhead seems alright.

Calling at 1:30 isn’t ever ideal but if my friend called me at 1:30 I would definitely pick up.

First ring.
It’s a pretty gruff voice.

“Hey what do you want? You know I am still on patrol, can this wait?”

“uh, this is a friend of Jason’s. I need a little help with him and I didn’t know who to call. Is this, um, dickhead?”

“Oh, shoot. Um sorry, I’ll come right over. Text me the address.”

He hangs up very abruptly.

I wait for “dickhead” to come over and admire Jason while he sleeps. My duvet is starting to get blood seeping through it but I don’t mind. Jason has the most lovely skin, sharp contours on his face, and the darkest hair. He has the smallest freckles on his face and the cutest scrunch on his face. “Dickhead” better get here fast, he might bleed out, and I won’t let that happen. I’d rather call the hospital and have Jay be mad at me than dead.

My door knob shakes again and a tall, dark haired, bulky, similar looking to Jason, kinda guy opens my door. He’s wearing a jacket hoodie and jeans, but the weirdest shoes. He walks over to me and frowns.

“What has Jaybird done now?”

“I tried my best to wrap him up but I can’t give him stitches or anything. He might bleed out and I’m scared.”

“I have to go. I’ll bring him home and have someone really patch him up.”

He scoops Jason into his arms with struggle and brings along my duvet. My bean bag has blood all over it but–

“Thanks for watching out from here, I'all take over for now, but my name is Dick and I hope you have a good night.”

“You aren’t just going to take him from me, I am coming with you.”

“Uh. No you aren’t. I don’t know you and I can’t fit you in my, uh, car.”

“Yea well, I know Jason and I am going to make sure he ends up okay. Don’t fight me on this. You didn’t even bring a car, so how will you take him home? I can see your motorcycle parked where it shouldn’t be, you can’t take him on that. I am driving lets go.”

Dick grumbles and thinks about how he forgot about that detail.

“Fine, can I drive though?”

“If you crash my audi, you’re going to pay for it.”

Dick scoffs and grabs the keys from the hook by the door.

“Let’s go.”

I sit in the back with Jason’s head on my lap. Dick drives my car smoothly and rapidly. I play with Jason’s hair, he must be so tired, he usually is a very light sleeper. Or maybe he is bleeding out but you know.

“So, who are you?”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is f/n l/n, I am just a friend of Jason. I don’t really know what happened, he just kinda opened my door and needed my help so…”

“I see, well I am Dick, I am his *pause* brother and I was really shocked when you called. He never really calls, just texts.”

I explain why I chose to call him and we continue our small talk until we reach a mansion. A manor? Oh. I recognize where we are immediately. I won a humanitarian award here once. The stunning Wayne manor.

“Richard Grayson.”

“Uh, yea.”

He lifts Jason out of the car and I quickly follow.

“I don’t recall Jason saying that he was the missing Wayne child.”

Dick is silent.

I piece things together in my mind very quickly.

We enter the manor and it’s almost 2. Dick yells for Pennyworth and carries Jason into a room in the first floor. It’s a makeshift hospital room and I piece it all together.

“I’d prefer you leave the room until Alfred is done with Jason, so make yourself comfortable over in the living room. I have to go, but I trust you will be a good guest. I’ll be back in a little while. Oh and there may be other people walking through the house. You don’t have to say anything to them, but let them know you are here for Jason. See you soon.”

And he left, just like that.

“Alrighty then.” I whisper to no one in particular.

I’ve concluded that Jason and His brother are superheroes. It isn’t a secret that Bruce Wayne could be Batman and Batman consistently was involved with out super heroes and metahumans. It isn’t so hard to believe that Jason was a super hero. Just didn’t seem like his personality. Dick’s strange shoes were apart of his uniform, he didn’t have time to change them. I don’t know what I’ll do now that I know.

“Hello, are you deaf!?”

I turn around to see this kid yelling at me.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you I was just distracted. I am here for Jason.”

“I wasn’t expecting guests tonight. Especially ones that are affiliated with Jason. I don’t even expect Jason to come here.”

He stares at you for a while.

“Hey I know you. I’ve seen you here before. You were at a gala for my father.”

“Oh, that. Yes, I won an award for being a humanitarian but I usually don’t come to galas. Not my kinda thing. My name is f/n l/n. I suppose you are…”

“Damian Wayne. That’s not the only time I’ve seen you around though…”

“I have previously worked for your father. I was a lawyer for one of his projects a while back?”

“That’s probably it.”

There’s a long awkward silence but I enjoy it. A calm to the storm I was just in. Damian sits on the couch across from me reading a book without a title. I stare outside the ginormous window. It’s beautiful, the night. Only when it’s calm though, something I don’t get to experience in the city often.

“Ms. l/n, Jason is ready to see you. A warning though, he is quite upset with you. I shall be bringing some refreshments to the both of you soon.”
Alfred says to me as he rushes away to get the refreshments.

I nod my head at Damian and take a deep breath before heading towards Jason.

I open the door slowly,

“Jay, are you feeling alri–”

“I don’t understand why I am here. You had no right to bring me here. I said I was fine at your place so explain what you did. Now.”

He cuts me off so briskly and is speaking to me in such a harsh voice that I am frightened to speak. I have never had him speak to me like this.

I also will not accept him talking to me like this considering all the shit I just did for him.

“OKAY. First of all big boy, you forgot to say thank you. You were going to bleed out and I didn’t call the fucking hospital. I also didn’t want you to die so I got help. I called Dick from your speed dial list and asked him for help. Also don’t come at me with the "I don’t understand,” or “you had no right,” bullshit because I still don’t understand you and your past or why this all happened. I also had to just figure out all this shit, Jason, or should I say Nightwing? You didn’t have the right to barge into my house and ask for help without any information.“

He is about to say something, but quickly shuts his mouth and looks at me very grumpily. Which, under a different circumstance I totally would have fell weak for.

Alfred comes in the door with some crackers, cheese, and strong coffee.

"Mr, Ms, please enjoy.”

Alfred leaves the room swiftly.

“Okay f/n, I–”

“No. I am leaving. You can talk to me later when you realized that someone who cares a lot about you, just took care of you and you didn’t die. You know where to find me.”

I quickly leave the manor and head home to get back the couple hours of sleep before work tomorrow.

Jason’s POV.

Ugh, why did I blow up on her like that? God I’m such an idiot.

Damian walks into my room.

“Hey loser, your girlfriend just left and she was really upset. Also you will be in a lot of trouble because that’s f/n l/n, and she’s in touch with Father and she probably figured out our secret. You better fix this shit.”
And with that said, he leaves Jason.

Wow really Jason, I didn’t know I fucked up. I really did need you to remind me.

At least she doesn’t know everything right? She called me Nightwing, so she hadn’t really thought about this.

All because I got stabbed a couple of times. I’ll deal with this tomorrow.


Pairing: Reader x Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)
Warnings: !SMUT! Swearing
A/N: I never specify which version of Kurt this is about. For me it felt more like comic!verse Kurt, but you can just use your imagination on which ever one you prefer ~~~~
Your mutation: Healing factors 

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No New Friends pt.2- Jason Todd x Reader

(Finally wrote this and thank you to the wonderful @sweetxchains for giving me some motivation!)

It had only been two weeks since you last spoke to Jason. You’ve tried not to think about it but it hurt. You had always hoped that the flings would result in him asking you out. Instead, he just ripped out your heart and left it on the ground, while he walked to another mystery woman. You almost  knew Jason like the back off your hand. Jason told you about  Red Hood so why was he hiding from you now?

Your phone rang and you looked to see who it was, smiling you answered.

“Damian, hi my cutie pie.” you could practically hear him roll his eyes. When you and Jason became friends, over time you learned about the whole family of vigilantes. Damian was cold at first but when you got him to smile one time, it melted your heart and you just wanted to protect him from anything. He became like a little brother to you.

“I have asked you not to call me that.” he said with no hint of anger or annoyance. “No one has spoken to Todd in a while. Is he there with you?” he asked.

“Oh…no, we had a falling out of sorts. I haven’t seen him in a about two weeks. He might be with his new girlfriend.” you said bitterly and pulled the covers up more around your body.

“I see…are..are you okay?” he asked and you had to laugh because it was like he was saying those words for the first time ever.

“I will be Dami. Why don’t you come over this weekend and we can go to the zoo or something?” you asked, you had to stop moping. Jason pretty clear when he said to just move on, like it was the easiest the ever.

“Of course, I can come over tomorrow afternoon. There are just a few things I need to take care of. Until then, take care.” he said and hung up.

Smiling because that boy was so sweet and cute, you decided to cook then turn in early.


Damian followed Jason, using the darkness of the shadows, to his apartment. Finding a vantage point, he looked through the window and saw Jason hug a girl with dark black hair and was almost matching him in height. He needed her to turn around so he can see her face and start an investigation.

Jason plopped down on the couch, looking genuinely exhausted and had a sadness in his eyes. The woman, his girlfriend, Damian assumed sat down as well. He caught sight of her profile and immediately recognized her as Donna Troy.

He huffed in annoyance, though he did admire her skills, y/n was more pure and he did believe that she was good for Jason. He grabbed a pair of binoculars so he could get a closer view to read their lips.


“Thanks for coming Donna.” Jason smiled at his friend. He had been talking with her on and off since he left you alone and crying in your apartment. The image stabbed his heart because he was the one that caused you to hurt like that.

“Of course, i’m glad you called me. It’s good to see you, even when you look like shit.” she smiled. Jason laughed softly and sat up.

“Is this about the girl? Jason, why won’t you allow yourself to let go of your demons to get to your angel?” She asked. “You and her already have a friendship and a sexaul relationship.” she said.

Jason rubbed his hands over his face and groaned. “She’s…she’s so perfect and beautiful and kind and I can go on and on. I found myself thinking that I could be with her then I go out at night and I kill people. Yeah she knows what I do but not what i am. And I am damaged.” Jason said, opening his mouth as the words flowed out of him,

“She knows everything about me. How I like my coffee, favorite shows, I swear she knows what i’m thinking before I even say it. I know that’s all small shit but it fucking scares the hell out of me.” he whispered.

Donna smiled and hugged him gently. “Jason, if you give yourself into her, all those doubts will wash away. I’ve never met her  but if she can put up with you, she’s a warrior on her own. I heard even Damian likes her.” she smiled. Jason laughed because it was true.

“You love her. Take a deep breath and say it outloud right now. It’s just me.” she prompted.

Jason looked at her and nodded. “I love y/n.” he said and he meant every word.


Jason woke up the next morning at the sound of knocking. Donna left last night so he was sure that wasn’t her. He was ready to ignore when he heard his last name.

Damian, what did that brat want?

Jason made his way to the door and opened it to find Damian, looking annoyed or was that his normal face?

“Todd, get cleaned and presentable.” Damian strolled into the apartment.

“Oh no sure, come on in.” Jason watched him. “What are you even doing here? How did you even find me.”

“Is it true what you said last night? Do you love y/n?” Damian asked. He had to get to the point if he wanted to go through with this.

“Yeah I did…wait how did you even know what I said last night? Did you stalk me Tim jr.?” Jason asked.

Damian scrunched up his nose at the nickname. “That is irrlevant. If you want her back, get ready and come with me. You have twenty minutes.” He said and sat on the chair since it looked the cleanest.

Jason opened his mouth to talk more but decided to shut up for once. He took ten minutes to get ready before coming back.

“Is this you trying?” Damian questioned, looking at his clothes. “Oh, let’s go. Pennyworth is taking us to the zoo.” Jason followed him down to the car.


You were waiting at the entrance for Damian. The zoo was just opening so there wouldn’t be too many people. You looked around and saw him getting out of the car. You smiled and waved then froze when you saw Jason come out the car as well.

As they got closer, the response to run was increasing, so was your heart.  Why was Jason here? Did Damian invite him or did he come on his own? Thoughts were swirling in your head.

“Y/n.” Damian smiled when he was standing in front of you. “You and Todd have been dancing around each other and it needs to stop. You both are happy together. I’m going to buy our tickets while you guys talk.” He said and squeezed your hand gently. He threw a glare at Jason and disappeared.

It was quiet for a few seconds before you spoke first. “Where’s your girlfriend?” you asked him.

Jason sighed. “There was no girl. I lied about that, I just needed an excuse to give you for why I was leaving.”

“Then why did you leave me Jason? I begged you. I cried….I love you and I thought you felt the same.” you whispered. Jason wanted to just hold you right now.

“I was scared for how I felt…feel about you. Y/n, you are my everything. I was scared of the love, the fact that I can open so easily to you, and I didn’t know how to deal. I had help from a friend to take that risk.” he stepped forward and cupped your cheeks, leaning in.

“I love you and I want everything you can give me. I’m not perfect and we have to work on this but I want to fight. I don’t want to run anymore.” he said, his lips an inch from yours.

Hearing him say that made your heart beat faster and you couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on your face, even if you wanted to.

“I love you too Jay.” you leaned in and kissed him deeply, wrapping your arms around his waist. You missed his lips, his body pressed against yours. Missed the fact that he was just here with you.

When he pulled away, you both were breathing heavily and staring into eachother’s eyes. Damian came back and cleared his throat.

“I see we are all made up. Now can we see the animals.” he said. Laughing you hugged him and nodded.

“I have my two favorite boys back.” you smiled. Jason took your hand and the three of you roamed around the zoo. It was one of the best days you’ve had so far. Even when Damian was threatening to have the zoo sued for not having enough water for the elephants to drink and play in.

Reasons to love Dragon Age Origins cast

You guys seemed to like the DAI one (for whatever reason)…

Which is here:

So heres more garbage below, if you feel like wasting your time :”)


– Thinks Blight is like a party

– Until it actually goes wrong

– Thinks of his mentor like a father


– (Actually you cant.)

– Wow game, you are an asshole

– Is really sweet and precious

– And a dork

– Stfu Alistair you know I´m right

– Just wants to be accepted and not made fun of

– Says the sweetest things and makes non single women compare their boys to him probably

– Compares you to a rose

– „Why cant he be real???“

– Bish, he is too good and innocent for this world

– Afraid of responsibility

– Like #relatable I get you man…

– Doesn´t want to be the king unless you tell him to „go for it boo“

– Loves dogs but would probably deny it.


– Much sarcasm

– Some of the smartest dialogue

– Can make you look stupid without putting effort into it.

– Could also kill you

– Changes into animals

– But her true form is still the best

– You probably like her outfit one way or the other

– (Cant believe hers is the only concept art that made it into the game…)

– Likes jewelry

– And deserves all of it.


– Makes fun of Alistair.

– And everyone else

– But you just can´t hate her

– Hates love

– Until you romance her

– Holy shit she´s great at it then.

– But the ending hurts.

– It´s okay, she´ll be back

– Protect her from her mom


Ohhhh boi, here we go

– That accent

– It makes even the straightest people go gay for him

– Smooth as fuck and he knows it.

– Thinks he doesnt deserve to be loved

– Is actually a precious cinnamon roll

– „I feel terrible and I wish to cry. May I rest my head in your bossom“

– Sure why not.


– What do you mean I´m playing as a guy. This guy has love to give for everybody

– Flirts with everyone, it´s great

– Tattoos

– Ugh that accent is still great

– Actually the most loyal romance tbh

– And cares about you

– Like a lot.

– So much so that if you die, he doesnt love anyone again.

– Deserves all the happiness


– Wants to help

– Because she had a dream about the end of the world

– Thinks the god sent her to help you

– Actually believes it


– Likes your hair, even if you´re fukin bald

– Sweetest

– And her voice is sweet too tho

– Asks about your current boyfriend/girlfriend

– Best sis you could ask for.

– Doesn´t wantto kill anyone

– Not even an assassin sent after her

– Or the person who sent them.


– Doesnt want to be like her ex and wants to move on

– Loves you

– So so much



– Doesn´t like you

– Or anyone

– Or anything

– Haha got you. He actually is the sweetest later on.

– Calls you „kadan“ how cute is that dude

– Tol but precious


– Also took cookies from a boy because he didnt want him to get chubby

– Played „I spy“ with himself while waiting to either starve or get eaten

– Sad because he lost his sword


– He named it „Asala“ which means „soul“

– Has cute dialogue with your dog

– Literally so clueless but so smart you cant understand him if you tried

– Makes you sound dumb for asking questions

– „I should have stayed in that cage“

– So done with you.


– Holy fuck a dwarf

– Finally

– Tough little badass

– Dont call him little though

– Could kill you

– So drunk

– Worst dwarf ever, it´s great.

– Actually the best cause his town is full of assholes

– Probably drunk all the time and if he stopped hed be like „how did I get here“

– Loves the surface tho

– „It´s sodding great. No one has any idea who you are or what you´re doing“

– Love him

– „That dog. Sodding thing took my pants“
– Oghren, you´re wearing your pants


– Loves his wife even if she did bad things. And left him. And cheated on him. And went crazy.

– He´s too good. It´s sad

– But is still a smooth mofo with Felsi

– Let him be happy.


– Calls you an „it“

– How does this not insult me

– Has a „nickname“ for everyone

– Is a rock

– jk, is a golem

– Trolls everyone

– And hates squishy things

– And pigeons

– And anything that has feathers and wants to take a crap on her

– Gives no crap herself

– Actually genderless

– Don´t question it

– Too good for you

– Wears crystals into fights


– Also has a boner for Sten

– You know it´s true

– Also makes you look stupid, its great


– Ayyy mama of the group

– Nah, she´s actually pretty cool

– And saves your sorry ass whenever you take her along, admit it

– Was a healer before it was cool.


– She´s too good, even Oghren and Zevran tried to go for it

– Scolds you about your relationship, but then later on totally ships it

–  Asks Alistair if he knows where babies come from

– Like, Wynne why


– Could probably tell you anything about wine


– Is a dog

Happy bark

Disapproving whine

– Could tell Zathrian was a (semi) bad guy before we could

– Just wants to play

– But ok, am i the only one who is afraid to take him along sometimes?



– Actually makes Morrigan break her tsun act for a few moments

– Is a tsun himself kinda

– But loves you above all

– Protect him

Preference "Their favorite pet name for you"

(Yay for our faves making us internally screaming of joy XD Wooo for Arat being added :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it! Gifs not mine/found them on google/credit to the original owner.)

Negan-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Kitten”. It was naughty but cute enough for him to show you that he truly cared for you. He still called you all sorts of different loving nickname but this one, it was as if he wanted to let you know that you were his little pet and that you’re his only. Also just seeing you turn around and answer him so eagerly with your eyes lit up, only made it his favorite even more.

Daryl-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Sunshine”. Although, he’d be shy to use different nicknames to call you, he loved calling you this way. Just seeing you smile and turn to look at him or hear your voice responding back sweetly, made him feel as if you knew how much you meant to him and it because of it, it didn’t mattered if people heard him, making it his favorite.

Rick-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Darling”. He loved that it would let you know how important you are to him and it shows how much he loves you. He called you by other nicknames but seeing you getting all excited or just returning him the feeling by responding back with another sweet nickname for him just made him feel even more special, making it his favorite.

Merle-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Sweet cheeks”. Sure, he did love to call you by the naughtier ones, like “Sugar tits”, “Hot Mama” and all, on a daily basis but this one being a sweet and loving one, seems to indicate his true feelings for you and how he loves you rather than just being his horny self, making it his favorite.

Glenn-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Beautiful”. That’s what he’d see whenever he would look at you and he just loved to let you know as he needs to talk to you. He might call you by other cute nicknames but considering, this one always made you smile and blush, making you deny him about being so, he just loved it even more.

Carl-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Cutie”. Whenever he would look at you, it seems you were always wearing something cute or acting in a way that just made him want to pull you in for a tight hug. Not to mention, that whenever he would call you that, it would seem you would smile more and actually go over to him for a hug, making it his favorite.

The Governor-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Gorgeous”. It seems that whenever he would look at you and mostly your eyes, he felt that it was the only word to describe you and just had to call you that way. He loved calling you by different names as well but that one seems to have a more romantic and loving effect on you, making if his favorite.

Abraham-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Pretty princess”. He just loved making you feel small and taken care of so he just had to call you that way. He also had to add the “pretty” part to it as well since he just loved letting you know that you were beautiful to him. It would also make you giggle and get shy, making it his favorite.

Eugene-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Babe”. It was simple and it let you know that he thought that you were hot to him. He just loved that he could say it as casually as possible and still make you blush or get all excited to hear him, that he had to stick to it and make it his favorite.

Ron-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Perfection”. That’s what you were to him, sure you were beautiful and pretty and all but he just couldn’t seem to find anything better to describe you. He loved that he could call you that way and make you all smile and get all loving at him, making it his favorite.

Jesus-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Cuddle bunny”. You were just so cute to him, he could only call you his bunny to perfectly describe you. However, he would love adding the word “Cuddle” to it as he would just want to remind you that he loves being hugged by you, making it his favorite.

Dwight-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Boo”. It was cute, short, simple and it describes how sexy you were to him as well. He loved the other nicknames too but this one seemed to make you smile even more and not to mention that you would always answer back to him so much more sweetly, making it his favorite.

Morgan-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Love”. That’s what you were to him and how he felt about you whenever he would look at you. He’d sometimes love to add any other word like “My” or “of mine” just to make you feel special and to let you know that you were his, making it his favorite.

Shane-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Baby girl”. It was flirty, sexy and cute, just as you. When he would think about you or see you that’s what first comes to mind and that’s how he’d address you. Plus seeing you smile and getting all shy just made it even more worth it, making it his favorite.

Milton-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Sweetie”. It was simple and seemed to fit you perfectly. You were just so kindhearted to him, he just had to remind it to you. He loved that you would always answer him back with a cute nickname for him back as well, making it his favorite.

Aaron-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Sugar”. You were sweet to him and what else than that nickname could fit you any better. Of course, he would also love to add other words to it just like “lips” or “pie” just to be cuter or make you feel even more loved than you already are, so of course it makes this his favorite.

Gabriel-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Angel”. It wasn’t because it fits with his faith or his beliefs or anything but it really was just what he felt like you looked like whenever he would look at you. He would love to also add the words “My” or “Of mine” or even “Little” to it just to make you feel even more loved and let you know that you were his, making it his favorite.

The Wolf-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Dummy”. It wasn’t because he thought you were dumb but it’s more like he loved teasing you and having to act like he had to do everything for you. He’d love to see you get “mad” at him and just suddenly add the word “My” before saying it, only for you to completely change, make it his favorite.

Noah-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Ducky”. It’s simple and a rather cute way to call you not to mention that you are adorable to him. It made him smile to see you get all excited to hear him call you that way and he just loved to hear you reply with a shy answer, making it his favorite.

Simon-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Doll”. He just thought it was cute and sexy to call you that way. Not to mention, that you are a perfect as a doll to him. He’d always love to add other words as well such as “baby” or “face” afterwards just to be cute or sweeter to you and let you know that he loves you, making it his favorite.

Ezekiel-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Precious”. He just felt that’s what you were to him, whenever he would look at you or think about you. Not to mention, that to him you were way too valuable to lose so he needed to let you know that he felt that way, making it his favorite.

Benjamin-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Pumpkin”. You were just so sweet and bright to him that you would remind him of a pumpkin out of all things. He’d love to see you get all smiley with him whenever he would call you in loving ways and definitely this one made you get all shy, making it his favorite.

Heath-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Giggles”. You just made him laugh and smile so much that’s the first thing he thought of calling you. Not to mention, how contagious your laughter was, it only fit you even more and made it his favorite nickname for you.

Caesar-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Muñeca”. He just like to talk to you in Spanish, well at least lovingly. You were just as pretty as a doll to him so it was the most perfect way to describe you in another language for him. It also made you smile and get all loving with him, making it worth even more and obviously his favorite.

Spencer-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Honey”. It was simple, cute and sweet to call you that way. It also made him feel as if he could be even closer to you than he already is, which only made him have to call you more often that way than by any other nicknames, making it his favorite.

Richard-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Sweetheart”. When he would look at you or think about you, the first few things he’d think about were how sweet and sincere you were, making him have only that word to describe you so perfectly. It made him smile to let you know of his feelings and making it his favorite.

Nicholas-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Sweet thing”. It was cute and nice to call you that way and he just thought it was the most perfect way to describe you. He loved seeing you smiling back at him when he would say that, making it his favorite.

Gareth-His favorite pet name for you among many would be “Little dove”. He just liked making you feel as if you were fragile and that he needed to take care of you. It would always seem to make you smile and be gentle with him, making it his favorite.

Michonne-Her favorite pet name for you among many would be “My everything”. That’s what she felt that you were to her, her everything. It made you smile and so happy that she just couldn’t resist but usually refer to you that way to be sweet to you, making it her favorite.

Maggie-Her favorite pet name for you among many would be “My star”. She felt that way about you whenever she would look at you and think about all the things you went through together. You shined for her in the darkness and what better word to describe you than “Star”, making it her favorite.

Andrea-Her favorite pet name for you among many would be “Pudding”. It was cute and flirty for her to call you that way and just loved seeing your reaction. She just loved that you would be sweet to her back and use another nickname for her as well, making it her favorite.

Jessie-Her favorite pet name for you among many would be “Dork”. You just made her laugh and smile so much, she couldn’t help but think of you as a dork or rather her dork. It was just her jokingly expressing her love to you and as you would innocently answer her back, it only made it even more of her favorite.

Beth-Her favorite pet name for you among many would be “Button”. You were just as pretty and cute as button to her that she had to call you that way over any other nickname. Not to mention, that you would always be sweeter to her whenever she would do that, she couldn’t resist using it more often and gradually making it her favorite.

Sasha-Her favorite pet name for you among many would be “My all”. When she would look at you or think about you, that’s what she felt like you were in her heart. As it would make you smile at her to hear you, it only made her want to say more often and obviously becoming her favorite

Rosita-Her favorite pet name for you among many would be “Tiger”. She liked to make you feel more confident and strong but still be quite flirty, so what better way than to call you that way. She liked that you would smile and try to deny you were any similar to a tiger just to make her keep going and for you to flirt back, making it her favorite.

Enid-Her favorite pet name for you among many would be “Cookie”. She just thought it was cute to call you that way and liked it so she kept it simple. She’d notice it would make you smile and for you to use your favorite nickname for her, making it her favorite.

Tara-Her favorite pet name for you among many would be “Hottie”. It was cute yet flirty enough to make you realize that she still feels the same about you no matter what. As you would get shy and answer back sweetly to her, it only made her keep going and obviously became her favorite.

Carol-Her favorite pet name for you among many would be “Pookie”. It was just sudden for her, she had caught you being adorable and just had to call you that way. Since whenever you would act similarly to back then, she’d just have to call you like that again, making it her favorite.

Arat-Her favorite pet name for you among many would be “Hot stuff”. She just felt like you were hot to look at so what better way to describe you than exactly what you were to her eyes. As you’d get bashful and try to deny it, it would only make her tease you even more, making it her favorite.

hotemotionalmess  asked:

Hey! I hope you're doing well! *offers basket of yum the things, comfy pillows, and entertaining memes* For the OTP thing, can I ask Cassian with 7, 8, and 21? Thank you darling 😘

(Thank you so much sweetheart! You’re so cute)

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realise they have feelings for the other?
Cassian gets more protective of you on missions. He’s lost everyone he ever loved to the rebellion, and he’s terrified that he’ll lose you, so he’ll constantly be keeping an eye on you during missions and will probably bribe K-2SO into watching your back too. Not that you need any of that, because you’re an incredible fighter and that’s one of the things about you which he fell in love with.

8. Nicknames? If so, how did they originate?
You’re the only person who gets to call him Cass. Cassian never even told you you could call him that; the first time you did, the whole crew froze in fear, expecting Cassian to bite your head off like he always did if they called him it. Their mumbles and grumbles about the unfairness of everything could be heard throughout the galaxy when he just smiled softly and asked what you wanted.
Cassian usually calls you a shortened version of your name, in fact it’s unusual to hear him use your full name at all unless the situation is getting serious (interpret that however you choose *wink wink*).

21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?
It just kind of happens, neither of you know who starts it. It happens mostly when you’re meeting after a long mission apart. One minute, you’ll be standing holding each other close and whispering about how much you’ve missed each other, the next you’ll be swaying gently and Cassian will probably start humming quietly with his head resting on your shoulder. There’s no time where you feel safer than in those precious moments.


How Could I Not See

Stanley had never been happier than he was at this point in his life. He was an apprentice to Madam Garderobe and she taught him how to apply makeup and let him dress as he wanted. She showed him how to make dresses and even made him the most beautiful dresses he had ever seen for him. He had to fight tears when he saw it. The first time he had worn it and she had helped him apply makeup that matched it, he had never felt more beautiful in his life and of course his first instinct was to show LeFou. Then he immediately was afraid LeFou would reject him for this but of course LeFou was as amazing and accepting as, he always was. He had told him he looked beautiful and let him wear the dress and makeup whenever he wanted with no judgement. He told him how stunning he looked daily. He never understood what he had done to deserve LeFou but he felt ecstatic any time he saw LeFou. So, when he hadn’t seen LeFou for a week he felt deprived of the man and when he finally got free time he decided to go find LeFou.

He went to LeFou’s chambers and knocked on the wood frame finding the man half asleep at his desk “LeFou?” he asked.

The minute he said his name LeFou’s head snapped up and he spun around with a stunning smile on his face, “Stanley, how are you?

Stanley smiled, “I am good mon amour. How are you?” he asked walking closer to the man.

“I am good. How was…” LeFou trailed off as he stood and began to sway grabbing the back of the chair as if he were about to fall.

Stanley placed his hand on the man’s arm hoping to help him steady, “LeFou, mon cher are you ok?”

“‘m fine” LeFou said attempting to straighten and only managing to make the fact that he was swaying more obviously.

“No, you are not. You’re swaying, your words are all slurred, and your eyes are glazed over and aren’t focusing on anything,” Stanley said placing his hands on his shoulders to support the man. He was slowly growing more and more concerned and beginning to wonder if LeFou was drunk.

“I assure you I am fine. I need to finish this,” he slurs. Only then does Stanley realize the piles of work surrounding the man.

“Are you doing all of this?” Stanley asks shocked this was the amount of work he’d expect for 3 men let alone one.

“Yeah, need to be useful,” LeFou slurs obviously becoming more delirious.

“What?” Stanley asks confusing growing.

LeFou began to slowly deliriously ramble Stanley only picks up small parts of it, “Not enough… Prove I’m more than the stupid sidekick… have to be useful,” he says looking at this point like he’s going to collapse. That’s when hits Stanley that he is exhausted before he can say anything LeFou says, “I really should get back to it,” takes two steps and proceeds to collapse. Stanley shrieks and lunges forward to catch the man slowly guiding him to the ground. When LeFou is safe from falling, Stanley scoops him up in his arms and proceeds to sprint out of the room almost colliding with Cogsworth.

“Whoa Monsieur, slow down no need to… Is that LeFou? Is he ok? What happened?” he said immediately slipping into defensive and concerned stance.

“I don’t know I walked into his chambers and he was delirious and slurring his words almost as if he were drunk. I think he was sleep deprived he was surrounded by piles of work and kept rambling about how he had to be good enough,” Stanley said panic only growing.

“Oh lord. He kept asking if there was anything he could do so I kept giving him things to do I didn’t think he had stopped sleeping to do them,” Cogsworth gasped, “come on we will get him a doctor.”

“I think we should put him in my chamber his are a mess. It will be easier for him to sleep in my bed,” Stanley said following Cogsworth.

“You take him there I will go get a doctor,” Cogsworth said setting off to find a doctor. Stanley walked to his room and slid LeFou onto the bed. He was currently on top of the blanket but after the doctor looked at him he would make sure to put him under the blankets. He kneeled next to the bed and held LeFou’s hand. He immediately stood as Cogsworth and a doctor walked in.

“I know you are very protective of him but I am going to need you to step back so I can examine him” the doctor said.

“Come on we should probably explain to everyone else why their work can’t be done. He will need to rest after all of that so were going to need to figure out how to divide the work because I went to his room. He had the work of at least 3 overwhelmed men I have no clue how he managed to do it,” Cogsworth said leading Stanley out.

“I don’t know either. I should have noticed how exhausted he was,” Stanley murmured.

“Don’t blame yourself, none of us noticed,” Cogsworth said. As they walked Lumiere rounded the corner.

“Ah, monsieur Stanley have you seen LeFou?” he asked as he rounded the corner, “ I needed his assistance with something.“

Stanley froze he didn’t know what to say luckily before he could even begin to format a response Cogsworth said, “He has collapsed from exhaustion. He apparently has been taking on work that would overwhelm several men on for himself and worked himself to exhaustion. Anything that he is currently working on of yours I’m afraid you will have to find a way to do it yourself.”

“I’ll do it. What is it?” Stanley said.

“No, you won’t you are going to be a vital part of that young man’s recovery and will be taking as little work as possible,” Cogsworth said matter of factly.

“Wait he collapsed?” Lumiere said confused.

“Yes, he has been taking work off of other people and not letting people know it was drowning him so he hasn’t been sleeping and it caught up to him,” Stanley said.

“I had no idea. I just assumed he would tell me if it was too much,” Lumiere gasping, “tell him that he doesn’t have to do anything, at least nothing of mine until he is fully recovered and even then, it will be minimal to non-existent,” he said bowing before going back the way he came.

“You don’t have to come with me you should go be with him. I can tell everyone else,” Cogsworth said placing a hand on his shoulder.

Just as he was about to thank Cogsworth and go back to him Mrs. Potts rounded the corner, “Tell everyone what?” she asked.

Stanley again froze he knew how much LeFou saw Mrs. Potts as a mother figure and he knew she would never intentionally do this to the man. He also knew she had most likely given LeFou tasks harmlessly not knowing what it was doing to the man. He worried she would blame herself. Cogsworth must have felt the same because he neglected to say anything this time.

“Well what is it?” she asked in her mother voice.

Finally, Stanley knew he needed to say something, “It’s about LeFou,” he said softly.

“Is he ok?” she asks immediately becoming concerned for the man she had grown to consider on of her own.

“He collapsed today,” she gasped at this, “I went to go find him and when I went to his chambers they looked like a wind storm had hit and when he stood he began to sway and slur his words. I at first thought he was drunk until I noticed how much work he had surround him. He began to mumble about how he had to prove that he was good enough and then collapsed. He’s in my quarters now a doctor is looking him over,” Stanley said voice cracking slightly.

“Oh honey,” she said wrapping her arms around him, “it will be ok dear he’s a strong one he is. Well what are we waiting for let’s go back to see him,” she said releasing him.

“You don’t have to…” he barely gets that out before she cuts him off.

“Nonsense I have come to see that boy as one of my own and I played a hand in this so of course I’m going to go check on him. Cogsworth I trust you can tell the others and figure out what to do with the immense amount of work I am told this boy is taking on.”

“Of course,” Cogsworth said.

With that she slid her arm into Stanley’s, “Come along then let’s go check on that poor boy.”

When they got back to the room the doctor was finishing up checking him over when he was done he turned to them and said, “Nothing major is wrong with him. He is malnourished I don’t believe he was eating at all but definitely not enough if he was. He is also exhausted, I believe that is why he collapsed. He is on bed rest. Make sure he’s eating enough and he should be good.”

“Thank you, monsieur,” Mrs. Potts says.

As the man leaves the room she turns to Stanley and says, “Pick him up we should get him under the blanket.”

Stanley lifts LeFou as gently as he could and once Mrs. Potts had gotten the blanket folded over he placed him back down softly covering him with the blanket. He leaned down and kissed him on the forehead, “I am sorry I didn’t see the distress you were in mon amour. I should have known.”

“Don’t do that to yourself. You weren’t the one piling work on him. I wish I would have known,” she says softly.

“You shouldn’t do that either. He wouldn’t want you too. He would feel horrible hearing you blamed yourself, he sees you as a mother figure,” Stanley says.

“I know, but how did I not notice how exhausted he was. How could I just keep piling work on him?” she asked herself.

“None of us knew he was good at hiding it,” Stanley said running his hand through his hair, “I wish he would tell me his real name. I hate calling him ‘the fool’. He doesn’t deserve that name.”

“No, he doesn’t. why won’t he tell anyone?” she replies.

“He says it reminds him of his mother. Apparently before she passed she was the only one who called him by his real name, so when she died he was already called by that nickname so he just kept it and slowly people forgot. He isn’t from around the village so I never heard it before she died,” he says softly unable to take his eyes off the man.

“How did she die?” Mrs. Potts asks.

“Plague,” he says simply.

After a while of neither of them talking she said, “I had better go find Chip make sure he’s ok. Get some sleep,” she says running a hand through his hair as she left the room.

Stanley sighed realizing how tired he really was and then immediately feeling guilty for even thinking that when the man next to him didn’t sleep until he collapsed. None the less, he crawled into bed next to the man and draped himself protectively over the man slowly fading into sleep.

Stanley is suddenly woken as he is thrown backwards almost off the bed.

As he begins too slowly become aware he hears a gasp from above him, “Stanley, mon amour, I am so sorry. I didn’t realize you were there. Go back to sleep I just have some stuff I have to do,” LeFou said moving to get up.

At this Stanley shot up grabbing the man’s wrist so he was unable to leave, even in his delirious state knowing not to let the man leave, “No, LeFou they took all of your work. You don’t need to do anything.”

All the sudden LeFou’s breathing picked up and he began to shake. Stanley sat up unsure as to what had brought this sudden panic to the man, “LeFou honey mon amour. You need to breathe its ok,” he said slowly placing his hand on LeFou’s face causing him to flinch and begin breathing faster than before. Stanley quickly withdrew his hand.

“I’m sorry. I’ll work harder. I’ll get things done faster. I know I don’t belong or deserve to be here. I have nowhere else to go please don’t make me leave. I’ve done horrible things I know but I’ll work harder I’ll prove that I’m not as useless as I seem. I’m sorry please don’t make me leave I like it here. I thought I would be ok when you kicked me out I knew it was coming I know I deserve it but I love it here I love you. I don’t deserve you but I do I love you so much. Please don’t make me leave. I’m sorry I’ll do better,” LeFou said as he began shaking even more violently and sobbing.

Stanley was becoming steadily more confused, “Work harder? You already worked yourself to the point of exhaustion and the doctor said he doesn’t think you were eating healthily either. No one’s making you leave. You deserve to be here as much as everyone else. You haven’t done anything wrong love. I love you too. You deserve me, if anything I don’t deserve you,” he pulled LeFou to his chest in an attempt to calm the man’s breathing, “LeFou honey you need to try to breathe with me you’re going to pass out if you don’t calm your breathing. That’s it love, in and out, slow deep breaths. It will be ok you’re not getting kicked out. You have done so much they took away you work because you were exhausted to the point of collapsing and not taking care of yourself,” slowly LeFou’s breathing had returned to normal and the shaking had stopped but he still had tears streaming down his face.

LeFou finally looked up at Stanley, “But I blindly followed Gaston I tried to kill Maurice, Adam almost died because of me. As horrible as Gaston was I could have stopped him if I just wouldn’t have lied or if I had stopped him none of this would have happened. I should have died with him it would have been best for everyone,” he mumbled the last part so quietly that Stanley had almost not heard him say it.
“How can you say that? If you wouldn’t have lied Gaston would have killed you or gotten you locked up. This all would have happened if you wouldn’t have lied but instead you would be in danger or dead and so would Miss Potts. No one blames you. It wouldn’t have been best for anyone if you died but especially me,” Stanley pulled back slightly placing his head on LeFou’s gently, “I love you mon cher and I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“I just wanted to be good enough,” he said voice cracking as the tears continued to roll down his face.

Stanley gently wiped away the tears on his face and then kissed him softly and when he pulled away he said, “You are more than enough mon amour”

Heat of the Moment [Part 1]

Prompts #20: “Let’s have some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anybody”  and  #26: “Wait, where are my clothes?” #28: I wasn’t listening, I was undressing you with my eyes…?” and  #5: “Damn you are a kinky motherfucker…I like it.”

Author(s): Caitsy and Ash

Warnings: Swearing, use of sexual words, Nat being sexy, Stucky,

Disclaimer: We do not own marvel or any characters. We also do know any gifs, images, jokes or songs that appear in this prompt.

Summary: Things get heated when Peter Parkers older sister comes for a visit when Peter’s never talked about her. Things get heated between reader and Scott. Bucky and Steve land themselves in an uncomfortable situation with each other. What really went on that night?

Requested: Yes. Anonymous

A/N: This is the first time Ash and I have co-authored something because we were stumped individually on how to take this so we did role-play lol. Enjoy.


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Give is how we co-authored this shit out of this.

Originally posted by usaonetwothree

You weren’t that well known to the Avengers mainly because you were the older sister of a bug. Peter Parker was your little brother but he refused to let you anywhere the superheroes at the beginning because he saw you as the cool sibling. Actually Peter finally relented on not telling the Avengers about you so here he was was shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

“I have a secret.” Peter said drawing in a deep breath. Everyone dropped what they were doing to watch the bug boy talk.

“Did you murder your brothers Spider-boy?” Sam questioned leaning back into the couch.

“No that’s to be expected, I think Spidey is hiding something way more intriguing. I bet he’s secretly plotting to unleash a world of spiders. Maybe even a spider Godzilla.” Scott said. Everyone just looked at him wondering how this genius had a degree in electrical engineering.

“As cool as that sounds that’s not what I’ve come to confess.” Peter took in an even deeper breath. He went to speak only to be interrupted by a voice coming from the back.

“You still haven’t told them about me, have you punk?”

“Hey! That’s my nickname for Steve!” Bucky exclaimed not expecting it.

Peter face palmed as his older sister, as per usual, barged in when he was trying to do his thing. Everyone looking at the newcomer had a hard time grasping his Peter knew someone like this woman.

“How did you get into my building?” Tony questioned climbing to his feet in worry.

“Better yet how did the bug get her in his life?” Sam joked looking at the newcomer with a grin.

“Y/N Parker at your service.” You smirked taking a seat in the open chair crossing your legs, “By the way Tony, you’re technology isn’t all that strong against someone like me.”

Tony muttered pulled out his tablet with a glare towards the woman as he tried see just how she had gotten in without an alarm going off. Finding nothing he sat back down and emotionally isolated himself.

“Excuse me. I have to go reprogram and strengthen my security.” Tony huffed storming towards the elevator.

“Everyone, this is my sister.” Peter said reluctantly but with a bit of pride in his voice. He walked over and leaned down grabbing her around the neck. He whispered something in her ear making her laugh.

“Wait, just wait a minute.” Scott threw up his fingers not sure if he actually believed what was going on. He was secretly waiting for Ashton Kutcher to show up and let him know he was Punk’d.

“She’s your sister? I mean … you’re a bug. She’s hot. How does that work? You’re adopted aren’t you?” Scott moved his finger accusingly between the two of us. Peter and I just sat kind of dumbfounded before shaking our heads and laughing.

“We came from the same womb and parents.” You chuckled, “You blind there or does your mind stay the same small size?”

“Oh you have jokes, funny. Your jokes are as bad as his, you guys are definitely related.” Scott just shot you a wink and a sly smile. This guy was going to be trouble.

“My ‘bad’ jokes are better than your flirty words.” You rolled your eyes stretching your legs out, “I mean are you compensating your small dick or something?”

Scott seemed a bit taken back unsure of how to respond you. He’d never met someone so..feisty. If he was being honest, he rather liked it. “I don’t have to compensate for anything, my dick is quite the prize. Maybe you’ll find out at some point.”

“Um. No. I prefer men with…well not someone like you.” You chuckled as Peter made a sound is disgust.

“My sister’s practically a nun thank you very much.” Peter sniffled crossing his arms.

“Oh baby brother. Don’t you remember my boyfriend? We closed the door and we sure as hell weren’t play board games nor having a tea party.” You laughed as Peter gagged and shook his head.

“Oh (Y/N), you’re just full of surprises. Aren’t you?” Scott said in a coy tone. I could feel him looking me over and I knew ideas were just rolling around in his head. This weekend was going to be an interesting one to say the least.

“Well you know since you are new here and we barely know you. I think we should change that. A few drinks and a welcome to the tower party are in order.” Scott noted.

Steve groaned along with Bucky because they both knew that they would have to babysit drunk Avengers once more. Last time they played a drinking game Steve almost lost an eye when Scott decided to try Clint’s bow and arrow.

“Maybe we shouldn’t.” Steve calmly said, “Remember last time? Scott you-”

“Oh what did the little nuisance do?” You pouted, “Ants are such strange and unneeded creatures.”

“Strange, yes but unneeded … that’s a big no.” Scott said walking closer to where I was sitting. “And for the record, let’s just say tequila and archery don’t mix.” Scott said as he mock wiped the conversation over with his hands.

“Besides, who says bug boy’s sister could even keep up with us?” Scott scoffed. “She’s probably one drink and done.”

“Oh jesus.” Peter groaned collapsing onto the ground beside the chair, “Can we not talk about my sister’s life?”

“You’re just sad that you’re a lightweight.” You shot back at your brother before turning towards Scott again, “You’re looking at the current record holding in drinking games. I’m so legendary at college that Peter’s child friends know all about me.”

“It’s true! She drank so much she almost had alcohol poisoning.”

“If drinking was a career I would be fucking rich and the best. I can drink the strongest vodka straight vodka only.”

“Do they know all about you for your drinking or because of the tea parties you like to throw behind closed doors?” Scott said narrowing his eyes at me and running his eyes over me. Oh, that cocky bastard.

“You did not just accuse my sister of being a whore!” Peter shouted almost in rage and turning red.

Steve and Bucky grabbed the seething young Parker holding him tightly as to ensure the oddly strong boy from swinging. The team shifted uncomfortably at the entire time Y/N and Scott were bantering.

“Holy shit the sexual tension has grown.” Tony said as he made his reappearance, “FRIDAY informed me the words ‘drinking games’ was used at some point.”

“Of course alcohol would bring you back.” Bucky said rolling his eyes.

“Feels like a frat party with the sexual tension. Impressive given it’s only two people.”

“I need alcohol.” You moaned before opening your backpack to pull out a bottle of vodka. Everyone in the room froze at the sight before you looked down at it, “I was taking it to a girls night but I’m going to need it here.”

“Oh god, my sister is an alcoholic.” Peter muttered under his breath while shaking his head.

“I’ll grab the glasses and three more bottles.” Tony said whisking away to the bar that sat in the back of the room. You saw Steve and Bucky share knowing glances “we’re in for a long night.”

“Did that Thor guy leave any of that strong alcohol from wherever he comes from?” You asked getting looks from everyone. Peter had to take another glance at you in slight shock.

“How the hell?” Peter, “You drink alcohol like water. Holy fuck”

“Like a wise man once said, ‘that’s my secret, I’m always mad’”

“Wait you’re drunk all the time?” Steve exclaimed.

“No. I just like the quote.” You laughed, “I’m tipsy like forty percent of the time.”

“So you are an alcoholic. This explains a lot of things actually. “ Peter said kind of just shrugging it off.

“Alright children. Now we know everyone here is either a drunk, a pansy or just a weirdo we can get down to the important stuff. What game are we playing?” Tony asked coming settle back between all of us.

Scott’s hand shot up. “Really Scott, none of us are in pre-school” I quipped back.

“Ok alkie, I say we play something that’s a little unconventional and a little old school. For all the old people in our presence. Cap and Bucky I’m referring to you.” Scott said as he flashed a pointer finger their way, “Let’s have some fun. A little truth or dare never hurt anybody”

“So did that hot guy leave his magic drink here?” You questioned tilting your head, “I want to see a tipsy Stucky.”

“Stucky?” Majority of the room questioned while Tony held up the bottle of Asgardian liquor. You gestured over to Bucky and Steve. They awkwardly looked at each other with disgust before shuffling away.

“Why do you look disgusted punk?!” Bucky exclaimed looking quite offended at his best friend, “I’d be the best lay you ever had, everybody wants a piece of me. I can do wonders with my-”

Most of the room wrinkled their noses and quickly shook their heads make Bucky even more offended.

“I wouldn’t mind a piece.” You said taking a swing of your vodka while bringing your eyes over the supersoldier slowly, “Actually a Stucky threesome…mhm.”’

“JESUS CHRIST!” Peter screamed.

“Damn, you are a kinky motherfucker…I like it” Scott said giving me a thumbs up while looking over at Cap and Bucky. “Actually that would be pretty interesting to see. Could I take photos? I think Tumblr would have a field day?” Scott asked pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“I feel objectified.” Steve trailed off looking towards an equally awkward Bucky, “Bucky and I would never have a threesome.”

“No.” You sighed, “You two like the world thinking you’re clean missionary boys. I see the truth. You two are dirty freaks in the sheets. With each other.”

“OMG! Y/N SHUT-UP! I CAN’T…JUST…WHO ARE YOU EVEN?” Peter asked completely mortified. I should feel bad turning his childhood hero into some raunchy soccer mom’s fantasy, but I didn’t feel bad. I rather enjoyed it.

“Who wouldn’t want to see that? Two super soldiers having kinky super sex. That’s porn gold. I agree with (Y/N). There are hidden secrets there. Which means we are playing truth or dare, no objections.” Scott pronounced as if a lightbulb went off. It seemed like a grand idea. Peter was red in the face, Stucky was mortified but not completely objecting.

“Y/N I’m going to need that alcohol.” Peter groaned reaching towards the bottle. You literally hissed pulling it closer to you.

“Get your own bottle.” You glared taking a another swig of it, “Did you think I was going to share with my friends?”

“Oh have pity on the poor kid, I think you’ve emotionally scarred him.” Tony said passing a bottle of vodka and a glass to Peter. Peter grabbed the bottle silently thanking Tony. As he poured himself a glass he looked back over at you. You silently mouthed the words “I will kill you.” You made a mental note to slap Tony later.

“So now the question is who wants to go first?” I asked in a sauntering tone looking over at Steve and Bucky. Silently begging them to go first.

Steve facepalmed not wanting a minor drinking but if he was Peter he wouldn’t already drunk by chugging a bottle. He looked over to Bucky as his eyes slowly up up and down Bucky’s body. Feeling a gaze Bucky glanced over making both the men awkwardly shift and look away.

“Stop it.” Bucky grunted glaring away. Steve nodded before gluing his eyes at the group. He didn’t even look when he felt Bucky’s eyes give him the once over.

“Seeing as you’re the guest and a female, it’s only appropriate if you go first.” Steve said trying to remain calm, cool and collected. You could see him trying to keep his eyes focused on anything and everything. You were taking mental notes of the glares and once overs Bucky kept passing his way.

“Alright we’re going to play it the way my friends and I do.” You announced as everything sat on chair in a circle, “We mash it up with Never Have I Ever-”

“What’s that?” Steve asked.

“Let me explain.” You glared over at him, “What you do is when a player decides truth…everyone else takes a drink if they’ve done that the player is asked.”

“Oooh I like this.” Tony approved.

“If Peter said truth and I asked him if he’s ever pissed himself all the others players who have will take a drink.”

“I get it.” Steve nodded understanding.

“Nat the every quiet spy…truth or dare…” You smirked.

“Truth.” She cooly answered.

“What’s the longest you’ve ever given head.” You said, “Was it less than ten minutes.”

“A minute longer. He was average.”

You picked up your drink and took a swig causing Peter to shudder and nearly take a swig but he didn’t want to accused of doing…that. He was straight. You were surprised when Scott took a swig.

‘What?” Scott asked, “It was college! It was a dare that gave me a thousand dollars. I needed it!”

You just shot a smirk Scott’s way as you leaned back in the chair. He had peaked your curiosity. You felt Peter’s eyes shift to you as he shook his head. He waited for the next person to speak before taking a huge swig of his drink.

“Ok, Peter …the innocent and golden boy, Peter Parker.” Nat smirked and you could see a devious glint cover her face. You saw Peter turned red and you just prepared yourself to take a big enough swig to get past whatever was about to come out of your younger brother’s mouth, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” Peter practically squeaked out.

“Have you ever thought about being a stripper?” Nat questioned leaning back against the couch.

“NO!” Peter shouted. You took a swig of your drink along with Wanda.

“What?!” Steve exclaimed staring at Wanda. You could tell that he saw her as a daughter by the parental tone of voice, “Wanda!?”

“Times were hard for my brother and I!” Wanda defended herself.

You pursed your lips understanding exactly why she had to do it following the death of her parents and just before she volunteered to that HYDRA thing.

“I actually did it a couple times.” You shrugged, “It was the month that Uncle Ben died and it hit Aunt Mae hard that we almost lost the electricity. So until she got back on her feet she thought I got a waitressing job.”

“That’s why you came home in sparkles.” Peter nodded to himself. He set his sights on Sam, “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare. Bring it it bug.” Sam glared at him.

“Stand outside naked for three minutes.” Peter announced.

“WEEEAKK.” Scott shouted along with Sam and Bucky. Sam stripped before strutting out the balcony wiggling until he was leaning against the wall beside the door.

You didn’t happen to miss the way Steve and Bucky both watched Sam strip and walk out. Then turn back to each other and quickly divert their gaze.

“Scott, truth or dare?” Tony asked holding up his glass of scotch and taking a huge swig. Scott looked at you giving you a once over before turning to back to Tony. He stood up taking a deep breath before taking a long swig.

“Truth. You metal man. Hit me!” He exclaimed, he made it no secret that the liquor was starting to hit him. You just giggled watching the antics.

“When you first had sex, did you suffer from premature ejaculation?” Tony just sat there as if his question was every bit normal. Everyone looked at Scott. There was a unanimous yes that filled the room and you noticed Tony, Steve and Bucky all taking a swig of their drink.

“For the record, No I didn’t. That has never been an issue. But nice to know all the big men in the room have to compensate.” He scoffed and just mumbled something under his breath.

“Y/N…truth or dare sweetcheeks?” Scott smirked looking over at you. You chuckled before leaning forward.

“Dare…bitch.” You laughed returning his smirk.

“Kiss someone of the same sex.” Scott grinned. You shrugged before looking towards Nat.

“You single?” Nat hummed in response, “Wanna make out like teens?”

Nat laughed before coming over to you swaying her hips as she walked over. She leaned down placing her hands on either side of the back of your chair and whispered in your ear. You could feel her lips running over the shell of your ear, down your earlobe and softly but barely across your jaw. She pressed her body a little bit closer to yours before straddling herself on top of you. You took her hands and pressed her face closer to yours. “Let’s give em a show” you whispered and she happily nodded, “Peter go to the kitchen for a minute, we both don’t want to have this happen with you in the room.”

Nat ran her fist in your hair while you kissed with furiosity. You let a small kiss escape your lips as you battled for dominance and Nat took that moment to slide her tongue inside. Both of you exploring and devouring each other. You could feel her hands sliding down your chest and above the hem of your pants. You moved your lips to her neck biting, teasing, sucking while your hands made their way to her chest. You felt Nat starting to grind against you. She let out a soft moan and you gave her neck one last bite before capturing her lips once last time.

Pulling back you saw the shocked expressions on everyone along with all the men besides Tony looking mighty tighter in some areas. You straightened your shirt as Peter walked back into the room without looking at you or Nat.

“I had a girlfriend in college.” You waved off the questions, “Bucky…dearest Bucky. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.” Bucky said giving you a look.

“I’m not even sorry about this.” You shrugged before fixing your eyes on Steve too, “I dare you to…lick Steve from his neck…past to his navel and just slightly above his the elastic band of his boxers. Make it like you’re seducing him.”

Steve and Bucky looked at each other. You could see both of them tense up and squirm a little bit at the dare. “Guys, we don’t have all night the clock is ticking.” I said teasingly.

“I’ve never been one to shy away from a dare and I damn sure won’t start now.” Bucky said as he stood up. “Trust me pal?” He asked Steve placing out his hand for Steve to grab it.

“Always” Steve said as he started to take off his shirt. “No let me.” Bucky whispered.

Bucky gently placed his hands against Steve’s and pushed it back down to his side as he softly smiled. He snaked his hand down his chest playing with the hem of his shirt as he started to kiss on his neck. “Just enjoy” Bucky whispered in his ear, just a bit loud enough for everyone to hear.

Steve’s eyes closed shut, almost uncomfortably. It took both of the men a minute to let go of the tension. As Bucky started to kiss on Steve’s neck you saw his eyes become less tight. His hands made their way into Bucky’s hair gripping at the chestnut strands. Bucky was biting Steve’s neck just enough to feel a little pressure. He ran his metal arm underneath Steve’s shirt. The cold metal was a nice contrast against Steve’s boiling hot skin. He felt Bucky’s fingers dancing on the waistband of his pants … right above where things were starting to get a bit to tight. Steve and Bucky seemed to forget about everyone in the room as Bucky ripped open Steve’s shirt. He ran his hands over Steve’s chest teasingly over his hardened nipples which made Steve moan slightly.

“Fuck Bucky” Steve moaned out as Bucky started to lick and kiss his way down. He stopped at Steve’s nipples taking a moment to kiss, suck and lick. Steve’s grip on Bucky’s hair tightened and you heard a moan escape the brunette’s lips. Bucky dropped to his knees in front of his best friend and Steve looked down at him through lust blown eyes. Bucky kissed and licked his way down from Steve’s nipples to his navel dipping his tongue inside. He made it a point to trace the outline of each ab…nipping and biting. He made his way to Steve’s pants tugging them down just enough to expose that glorious v-cut and make you wonder how much more he needed to pull down to expose Steve’s cock. Bucky took his mouth and traced the v-cut on each side. He teasingly and softly kissed right above the line of Steve’s pants. He bit it softly, sucking just a tiny bit. He only pulled away when he noticed a purplish-blue mark forming.

“Told I could do wonders” Bucky smirked into Steve’s ear as he stood back up and went to go sit down.

“Sweet jesus fuck.” You choked out shifting in your seat, “Nat they made us look like inexperienced school girls. It was hot as hell, I think I need shower…or a man.”

“I cou-”

“I said man. Not Ant.”

“Man is in my n-”

“Mhm. We’ll see.” You trailed off taking him in before deciding if it could happen, “So is Stucky going to happen?”

“I think it is.” Peter said staring harshly at the wall, “I’m not innocent anymore.”

The night turned into a long drinking game with two bottles of Asgardian liquor was finished by the drunk supersoldier. Clint waved to everyone, nobody was sober enough to notice, as he felt a rather large need to video chat his wife. Everyone was really drunk.

“Scott…t-ruth or daaaree?” You asked not knowing who was left in the room. You could see him staring right at you and not looking like he was going to answer, “Scott are you listening?”

“I wasn’t listening, I was undressing you with my eyes…? See you in my dreams sweetheart.” Scott answered before he passed out on the couch.

That was the last thing you remembered until you woke up in the room surrounded by people but nothing really woke you up until you noticed you were cuddling with Scott and liking it. Suspiciously Steve was absent from the room but Bucky was crashed still on the couch he had take to.

“Wait, where are my clothes?” Sam asked looking down at his chilled naked body.


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To the Four of Us (Part Seven)

premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things. 

words: 2,356

warnings: swears! drinking!​ 

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Cut Along the Dotted Line Pt. 3

Requested: yes

TW: self harm, angst, anxiety, drugs, alcohol, a/b/o, destiel 

Summary: Alpha Sam is head over heels for the girl he just knows is his mate, but his brother and brother-in-law don’t want him getting hurt. Omega reader is trying to convince herself that not all alphas are bad. 

Originally posted by heytheredeann

Castiel Winchester knew something was up the moment Sam walked into the bunker. The sky was just starting to lose it’s stars and lighten to a soft grey when Sam entered their home, his footsteps lighter than usual. Sam had a soft scent around him, an omega scent. “Oh dear.” 

Sam blinked, his eyes adjusting to the suddenly bright room. “Damn it Cas!” The taller man stumbled slightly out of shock, seeing his brother and in law nursing beers waiting on his arrival. 

“I told you this was the wrong approach.” Cas quipped to Dean, who merely rolled his eyes. “You shouldn’t just up and leave in the night Sam.”

“I’m 33 years old Cas. A grown man can come and go as he please.” His alpha tone was creeping into his voice, which caused Dean’s eyes to narrow. 

“Not when they come home smelling like a damn omega.” Two alphas under one rough was often testy. Especially when it came to omegas. 

“Why not? Why can’t I be happy?” Sam white knuckled the coffee table, a silent threat to flip it over. “You smell like Cas.”

“I mated him!” 

Cas stepped between the two brothers, one hand holding Dean by the bicep, the other pushing Sam away slightly. “I believe what we’re trying to say here Sam is that we don’t want you getting hurt. You fall so hard, so incredibly fast that you pine over a bond that was never there.”

Heavy, deep breaths rippled through the younger alpha’s chest. “Bullshit Cas. You don’t know how much it fucking hurts seeing you all together and knowing I don’t have that. I try and I try and I just want someone to love me.” His voice cracked, a signal he was about to cry. 

Dean softened his eyes and slacked his jaw. “Did you meet someone tonight Sammy? Someone serious?”

Sam nodded, not even caring about the childish nickname. “Y/N, her name is Y/N. She’s 21 and apparently having a midlife crisis. She drives a ‘69 Chevelle that is in desperate need of a paint job and kicked my ass at pool. I can call her tomorrow and ask her out for breakfast.” 

“What about her mark?”

“There’s a bandage on the underside of her left wrist. Midlife crisis.” 

Cas let out a soft sound and nodded. “Some omegas have it more difficult than others.” He explained leaning his head against Dean’s shoulder, shutting his eyes which signaled the end of the conversation and dismissed them all to their separate bedrooms.

Both you and Sam found it difficult to sleep that night. Hope and fear were dueling it out inside each of you. Your body wouldn’t let you sleep past eight out of anticipation. Sam, much the same, woke up a little after 7:30 and debated calling you for the better part of an hour, only to realize that in the heat of his primal instinct last night he forget to get your number.

It was killing you knowing you were making the decisions here. You were in complete control as to whether or not anything happened between you and Sam. Isabelle and her mate offered as much support as they could before leaving to go back home, giving up on you and the road trip. Nothing was forcing you to leave town yet but nothing was guaranteeing this date would be successful either. You were tired of the constant rejection and desperately want to cut along the dotted line on your wrist to free yourself of the heartache. Staying in town would be nice, though. Sam was a force to be reckoned with. Sam was also insanely attractive and soulful, traits unknown to you from alphas. 

Despite every once of moral fiber telling you to haul ass out of there, you allowed yourself to entertain the thought that maybe Sam Winchester could be your alpha. So you pressed the call button and waited. 

Relief hit you both as he saw an unknown number flash on his screen. Sam picked up the phone in a flash, answering the call immediately. “Y/N!” 

His tone was a perplexing thing to you, he seemed genuinely excited to have your attention. “Good morning to you too Sam.” You giggled, stretching your fingers over to the nightstand in search of your roll up from last night. 

"Did you sleep well?” Sam barely knew you for 12 hours and he had already taken the position as caretaker in your life. 

"With a little help.” 

“My jacket smells like weed now doesn’t it?” He wasn’t accusing you or yelling at you like any other alpha before, he chuckled softly. “But that does give me the excuse to take you out for breakfast, help with those munchies and all.” 

He wanted to help you. He wanted to spend time with you. “I could go for some breakfast.”

“Good. So my brother wanted to meet about the car today too, I was thinking we could meet up with him and his mate.”

Sam was a good alpha, you told yourself. His brother would be too. “Okay.”

“Spectacular! I’ll come to you, I didn’t run this morning and could use the fresh air. Helps keep me young.”

The laugh that escaped your lips lasted long into the phone call as you  both balanced getting ready while still talking to the other. A fast connection was forming and you both couldn’t bring yourself to hang up. That is to say until Sam knocked on your motel door. 

As you opened the door, your eyes skimmed his body. He was striking in faded jeans that accented his long legs and a red flannel which fit snuggly around his broad shoulders. His eyes appeared to be blue again as they copied your actions. Sam decided those black skinny jeans were the best gift this world had received, almost as good as the faded Chevy t shirt that snuggly covered your breasts under a chambray shirt. You were perfect. 

His eyes flickered to your wrist, seeing the gauze fully. You had made the mistake of rolling your sleeves up and now he would be disgusted. “I’m sorry. I-”

Within a second his eyes sharpened. “Don’t you dare apologize. I think it’s amazing you are comfortable enough with me to show that.” 

"How are you real?” What should have been silent thoughts rolled off your tongue. 

"Because there’s someone out there who I was made to love and who was made to love me.”

You let Sam drive to the diner-the idea of getting lost and looking foolish didn’t appeal to you. Sam was a nice person to drive with. He didn’t complain about how everything you owned was in the backseat, including his jacket. Or how when he turned the sound system on Phantom of the Opera was playing, you swore you saw him singing along. He even told you he liked the upholstery( which you did yourself during your freshman year of college with a professors stapler) 

The diner was classic Americana and that suited Sam. He held the door open for the elderly gentleman leaving, and then for you. His hand brushed your gauze and for a moment you felt like you were going to burn up. 

He lead you to a table where two men had already taken seats. One alpha, one omega. The omega smiled brightly and you already knew he was good. Omegas were always good. The alpha, Dean you assumed from what Sam had prepped you with, let his green eyes linger on you while his nostrils flared slightly. “You are very beautiful.” He finally managed to say, regaining composer from the familiar maternal scent of honeysuckle.

All three men knew at that moment, or because of the moment when you freely gave Sam shit for being "one of those people” for ordering a veggie omelet, that  you were destined to be a Winchester.

im still so shook

can you believe that thomas and newt were literal friends before the maze like they had inside jokes nicknames and even trusted each other with everything .Newt had the right to reject thomas he didnt have to befriend him as a kid he was of course the suspicious one who was being isolted along with 3 others but not once did he ever let that get in the way. Can you also believe that despite having their memory erased and years passing thomas and him still built up that same friendship no matter how far apart they were.In the maze newt could have joined gally in turned on thomas or he could have just left thomas alone never acknowledging or bothering with him but he did the opposite. He kept thomas strong and motivated and always made him feel loved despite their current situation.Essentially that bond they had before the maze was recreated but it was stronger then before and i think thats beautiful.

anonymous asked:

isak getting teased by the boys with all the cheesy,silly , enbarrassing nicknames even uses on him.

Magnus: Babyyyyy

Jonas: Baby?

Mahdi: the fuck?

Isak: ???

Magnus: Did we know that Isak is ‘Baby’ on Even’s phone?

Jonas: aww

Isak: how the fuck

why were you on Even’s phone?

Mahdi: YES SANA OWES ME 200kr

Isak: what the fuck?

Jonas: lololol why?

Mahdi: she guessed Even’s nickname for you was something like princess or sweetie- some cutesy shit like that

Isak: why? was? this? conversation?

Mahdi: because :) it’s :) fun :)

Magnus: ….. ok but what’s Even’s nickname

Isak: Even. Because I am an adult

Jonas: he calls him Evi. I’ve heard it.

Isak: ah fuck you man

Jonas: <3

Mahdi: #adorable

Magnus: can i call him that or would it be weird

Isak: it would be weird

Jonas: Even also calls him sunshine and man of my life, which gross

Isak: how do you know this????????

Jonas: New Years

Mahdi: New Years EVe

Magnus: ^^^  and a bottle of vodka

Isak: i don’t ever want to speak to you guys again.

Jonas: yeah yeah

pre-game at your place on Friday?

Magnus: is evi coming?

Mahdi: of course Baby can’t be without Evi

Isak: our friendship is cancelled