my god you are attractive

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I want an AU where Dean is a popular YouTuber who is married to Cas, but no one knows it. Cas is a high school teacher who is kind of awkward, but every once in a while he’ll mention a meme and all of his students are confused wonder how he knows that.

Then one day when he’s teaching he hears a group of girls giggling in the back of the class, so he walks back there and sees them watching one of Dean’s videos. It’s his “never have I ever” video, and right he’s talking about getting a speeding ticket. Right before the girls see Cas he hears one of them say “I wonder what kind of car he drives” so Cas responds, “Do not ever get Dean Winchester started on his car. He will never shut up.” as he takes the phone and walks away, leaving the girls dumbfounded.

4

From 0 to Albert Rosenfield in Twin Peaks, how done are you with everybody?

Oh my god bisexuality doesn’t come with terms and conditions, if you are attracted to men and women YOU ARE BISEXUAL.

IF YOU ARE A WOMAN AND DATE A MAN YOU ARE STILL BISEXUAL. NOT STRAIGHT

IF YOU ARE A MAN AND DATE A WOMAN YOU ARE STILL BISEXUAL. NOT STRAIGHT

IF YOU ARE A WOMAN AND DATE A WOMAN YOU ARE STILL BISEXUAL. NOT A LESBIAN

IF YOU ARE A MAN AND DATE A MAN YOU ARE STILL BISEXUAL. NOT GAY

NO MATTER WHAT GENDER YOU DATE, IF YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO BOTH MEN AND WOMAN, YOU. ARE. BISEXUAL.

YOU BELONG AT PRIDE, YOU ARE LGBT

BTS Reaction: Their crush (you) getting drunk and accidently confessing your love

@purplepokemons said: 

Bts reaction to their crush getting drunk and conffesing their love the the member thinking they’re talking to someone else


*gifs aren’t mine unless I say so*

*requests are open*


Jin:

“Y/N you really shouldn’t drink that much!” Jin scolded you and tried to take the drink from you. You looked at who you thought was Jimin and started to vent to him.

“I need to drink Jimin, I want to get my mind off of Jin with that other girl he was with earlier. I really like Jin and it hurts to see him with someone else. I’ve falled for Jin, I honestly have-”

“Y/N, come on you should get some sleep.” He would giggle at your drunken confession and lead you to your room so you could rest. Then in the morning he would ask you about it, and end up confessing to you as well.

Originally posted by jjilljj


Suga:

Suga would be a little drunk aswell, but not as drunk as you. You walked up to who you thought was Tae, and just started talking.

“Oh my god, have you seen Yoongi? Oh my gosh he’s so attractive, and I love how laid back he is. It honestly kind of turns me on. I really want to get to know him. He seems really cool.”

“Well you could start by realizing I’m not Taehyung.” He laughed a little. You looked up and realized it was Yoongi.

“Ohmygod” you said fastly.

“I’d like to get to know you to.” He said.

Originally posted by kuromel


Rap Monster:

“Y/N you should really go to bed, it’s really late. And you are extremely wasted.” Namjoon said.

“I don’t want to Yoongi, Namjoon is still here, I want to see him.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows as you said “yoongi” but he decided to play around with the situation.

“Why do you want to see him?”

“Because I really like him, he’s so nice to me and makes me feel happy when  I’m around him. I just wish he felt the same though.”

“Don’t worry, I think he like you too. Come on let’s sleep.” Namjoon said with a smile across his face.

Originally posted by bangthebae


J-Hope:

You were home alone, and completly drunk. Without thinking, you called you best friend-or who you thought was your best friend- and started talking about Hoseok.

“Y/F/N, you have no idea how crazy he makes me, he’s honestly the greatest person in the world. Wow, I really love him-”

“Y/N.”

“Are you sick? Your voice sounds really low?” You asked.

“Look at your contact name.” He laughed. You looked and it said Hoseok’s contact name. You froze as you heard him laugh.

“Ah you’re so cute Y/N!”

Originally posted by hoseokwhy


Jimin:

“Jin! Hi!” You said as you facetimes “Jin”. Jimin looked at you in confusion.

“Are you ok Y/N? You looked a little, you know, drunk.” Jimin said.

“Yeah Jin, I’m fine. Is Jimin around?” You asked. Jimin finally realized you thought he was Jin, but he was curious about what you had to say about him. So Jimin continued to be “Jin”.

“No, he’s not here right now.” He smirked.

“Good, do you know how Jimin feels about me? I really like him, but I want to know he feels the same before I tell him.

“He really likes you Y/N, he never shuts up about you.” Jimin laughed. “You’re talking to Jimin by the way.”

Originally posted by yoonmin


V:

It was your 20th birthday, so you could now legally drink in Korea. Taehyung took you to a bar along with some of yours and his friends.  You might have went a little overboard with the drinking and got completly wasted. You were sitting alone, and someone sat next to you.

“You look like someone I know.” You said while looking at him. He look at you with a puzzled expression.

“He’s someone I really love, he knows how to make me happy, and he’s just so perfect. I wish he felt the same.” You started to talk about him. 

“What’s his name?” Taehyung asked, with a bit of jealousy.

“Kim Taehyung.”  You smiled and sipped on your drink. He smiled and laughed a little.

“You really are drunk, Y/N I am Taehyung.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Jungkook:

Jungkook told you he was going to be home late from practice today, so you invited your best friend over. Little did you know, she brought achohol and you couldn’t turn down the opportunity. 

A few hours later you both were wasted, and Y/F/N was in the bathroom probably throwing up. You heard footsteps, and you automatically assumed it was Y/F/N.

“I should have never drank that! If Jungkook finds out I drank underage, he’ll never love me back!” You cried.

“You love me?” You heard Jungkook’s voice.

“Oh my gosh, Kookie forgive me!” You ran to him and hugged. He hugged you back and patted the back you your head.

“Don’t worry, I’m not mad. But I do love you back.” He smiled.

Originally posted by donewithjeon


I hope you liked it! I tried my best :) Requests are open!

3

wow i feel like these are three different characters see,, you’ve got the naive pot smoking bassist, the flannel wearing art student who paints nudes, and the fucking annoying tumblr hipster who constantly reminds you to drink water

You never lied to me but you were a liar. You lied to yourself when you thought that you could fall in love with me just to justify your own desire to kiss my lips and touch my body. You didn’t try to love me for me, you just didn’t want to look like an asshole when you left. But your act fell apart when suddenly your lust for me wasn’t good enough, and God forbid you find any other reason than my attractiveness to stay. You were a fucking liar because you knew all along what would happen but you used me anyways. I don’t care what lie you’ve told to justify your reasons, you’re still an asshole, and I’m still broken because of you.
—  Liar Liar

Me: yo Prince lotor is such a cool and interesting character I’m so excited to see more of him!
Ya’ll: OML THATS GLORIFYING AN ABUSIVE CHARACTER JUST BECAUSE HES ATTRACTIVE OH MY GOD YOU HAVE TO HATE HIM CAUSE HES EVILLL OTHERWISE YOURE A BAD PERSON!!!! YOU CANT EXCUSE EVIL JUST CAUSE HES ATTRACTIVE!!!
Me: …
Me: Prince Lotor is fucking hot and he can choke me with his evil fucking hands

I hate that I can make an extensive list of male cartoon characters I’m attracted to

Rockabye (pt.4)

genre: fluff and just a little angst / stripper!au

pairing: you x jimin

word count: 3.5k

Originally posted by parkjiminer

The next day rolled around much faster than you wish it would have. You didn’t get nervous often but when you did, it really seemed to affect you and your state of mind. At times, you have a loss for words, can’t concentrate, and get uncomfortable quickly. It wasn’t Jimin’s fault you got so nervous around him, he just had such an intimidating vibe that oozed off of him. You weren’t scared of how he was with you, it was just something new and unusual to you. Most guys were the complete opposite of Jimin but since Jimin was different, that probably had to be the reason why you were so attracted to him.

Jungkook, treated you right, for the most part. When you guys met in high school, it was truly, love at first sight. He was perfect in the beginning, just like Jimin was now. But, as time carried on, Jungkook changed. He was rarely around, always giving you excuses that he was “working late” or “out with friends.”

Part of you always had a feeling that Jungkook was cheating or at least did cheat, you could just never come to believe it but that changed one night when you walked in on him, tongue fucking some random girl.

Yes, you were stupid because he convinced you to stay with him and that he was just drunk. You loved Jungkook and couldn’t find it in your heart to stay upset with him. You talked out your feelings with him, about how he has changed and he seemed to really understand and change for the better and your relationship, as time progressed. Then you ended up pregnant and out of nowhere, he was gone. No texts, calls, or visits to come see you.

This whole thing with Jimin scared you. Not only because your job was on the line but so was your heart. You were so worried that if you gave so much to Jimin, just like you did with Jungkook, he would leave with no reason. You didn’t want to get attached to someone and then have your heart broken in the end as a result. People tended to leave you and the more you thought about why you could never seem to get an answer. Nothing was wrong with you, you just seemed to get too attached to people and expect so much and as soon as they find out what you expect, they are gone within seconds.

You liked Jimin, you really did. You were willing to try this out with him if you didn’t get caught. It’s just that, you are going to have to go through so much of trying to hide the actual relationship and you were scared that you’d get caught and loose your job and Jimin with it.


Jimin had called earlier, saying that he would be at your house around 7 pm to pick you up. What really impressed you about the whole thing, was that he showed up about 30 minutes early and escorted you out to a private car with bodyguards surrounding it. Just like he promised, he also paid the babysitter. He also gave her some money for a meal to order. Jae-Eun was already asleep when you left, so she didn’t really have to do much anyways, besides check up on him every so often. Jimin really seemed to have a lot of money, which was nice but you still didn’t know what he did for a job yet. 


“You look absolutely, stunning,” Jimin said as he opened the door for you and made your way out of the car.


“Thank you.” You say quietly, with a shy smile.


Jimin seemed to notice whenever you put more effort into looking good. The thought of that flattered you because honestly when you were with Jungkook, he never complimented you or called you beautiful. He rarely ever said anything sweet to you, no matter how hard you tried to look decent for a date or special occasion.


You didn’t blame Jimin though, you knew you looked good. As cocky as that sounds, you were sure of it. You wore a red dress that hugged your hips nicely, you had on a nice pair of black high heels on, and your make-up and hair were done elegantly. The dress you had on, was expensive. You’d never be able to afford it now but before your dad passed away, he bought it for you as a birthday gift. So not only was it a truly beautiful dress, it was also something that meant a lot to you since it came from your dad. 


You start walking to the door and Jimin places his hand on your back, making you relax. He seemed to sense that you were nervous and just that little move, made your heart skip a beat but also helped you loosen up. 


“Don’t be nervous, Y/N, it’s just you and me tonight.” He soon says in a whisper before opening the door for you and motioning for you to walk in. 


He was right. There was nobody in the restaurant except a waiter that kindly greeted you and escorted you to the back of the dining room. Jimin must’ve reserved the whole damn place to himself and you because nobody was in sight. The place was beautiful, though. It was big and had tons of different paintings placed on the walls. Speaking of walls, they were painted black with a gold trimming. There was a huge, silver chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The best part of it all was the feeling you got from the place. It was quiet but peaceful and helped you relax even more even though you were still nervous.


Jimin walked quickly ahead of you and pulled the chair out for you to sit on. His smile returning as he motioned for you to sit down.


He looked good, as always. He was wearing a white button up, with a black vest that had spike looking gems around the collar of it. Not a lot of guys could pull off the hat that he was wearing but Jimin could surely not only pull it off but also look crazy handsome in it, times a million.


Jimin always left you speechless when you saw him, which has only been three times but when you did, he always looked outrageously attractive. His eyes that you always got lost in. His lips that were tinted with a rose pink color but still extremely eye catching because of how big they were. The way he smiled when he talked to you, leaving you in what seemed like a daydream. His hair and how it either fell perfectly above his eyebrows or was parted and up and how shiny it looked. Most of the time you found yourself trying to resist the urge to just reach out and touch his perfectly sculpted face. 


He soon sat down after he talked to the waiter and fixated his look onto you and nothing else, not that there was really much to look at anyways besides artwork.



But to him, you were the artwork. 



“So, Y/N, how are you feeling?” He asks, starting up the conversation.
His voice made you shudder. It was so soft and honey-like. 


“I’m feeling pretty good, just a little nervous that’s all.” You reply as you finally find the courage to look up to his sparkling eyes. It wasn’t even bright out and his eyes glowed with so much admiration and awe. 


“Are you sure?” He pauses but then continues while he leans in closer to you. "You seem to be pretty nervous. Are you scared? Or is this how you always are, because when I saw you at work, you sure weren’t acting like this.“ 

Well, obviously, you wanted to say. He didn’t understand that you were basically breaking the rules, just by seeing him. When you were on stage, your whole charisma changed, it had to. You couldn’t be shy or scared while performing because that would mean you’d do a poor job. You had to be confident, fierce, and sexy, or the tips would be shit. 


“Yes, Jimin. I’m nervous, okay?” You say quietly once again, before bringing your gaze back down to the table. “This is all just so new. I’m sorry.”


You heard him slowly move back and he speaks up again, of course saying the most heart warming thing he could possibly say.


“Just look at me. You have nothing to worry about. I don’t know what it is you are scared about but if you want to talk about it, we can. If you don’t, well then, that is okay too. I can always tell you about myself or you can tell me about you because after all, that is what we are here for, isn’t it?”


You nod and feel his thumb on your chin as he makes you move your head up to look at him. As much as you wanted to keep looking down, you couldn’t. He was smiling and the sight of that made you relax.


“Okay.” You whisper. He nods and waves his hand at the waiter, signaling him to bring water, before bringing his attention back to you. 


“So, what shall it be then?” He asks.


“Can I ask you a question? You suddenly say, out of nowhere. He nods while saying thank you to the waiter as he sets down two glasses of water.


It’s been on your mind for the past couple of weeks, about why he was at the strip club in the first place. Jimin was stunning, he could truly get any girl he wanted at anytime he wanted. Even if he was at the club just out of boredom, of all girls, why would he pick you? There were plenty of girls that were way prettier than you, had better bodies than you, and normally stood out much more than you, so why was he so attracted to you and not them?

“Why were you at the club in the first place?”

You saw Jimin shake his head while lightly laughing. “The only reason I was there was because my friends; Jin, Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi all convinced me to go with them. Strip clubs aren’t my forte, honestly. I was just there with some friends but then I saw you and here we are.”


Oh. My. God. Hearing that come out of his mouth, made you that much more attracted to him. He was perfect. Insanely, perfect. The fact that he was just there because his friends wanted him to go and he wasn’t there because he was looking for an opportunity to get laid, made your heart smile. If Jimin and you ever did become a ‘thing’, you were 100% positive you wouldn’t want him going to strip clubs. This whole thing made him seem to be that much better, than any guy you’ve ever met.


“Oh.. Well that’s nice to know.” You say while taking a sip of water. Who were you kidding, that was really nice to know.


“Yeah. If you don’t mind me asking again, why exactly are you working there?”


This topic was really a tough one to talk about. You were just so scared of the reaction you’d get from people and now, a guy that you were already crazy about, was asking you. You had nothing to do but tell him the story and if he ran out on you, there’s nothing you could do about it.


You let out a shaky sigh and force yourself to begin telling him. “About a year ago,” You pause while closing your eyes, then opening them again. “I got pregnant. Two months later after the dad found out, he left me in the dust. Ever since then, I’ve been working at the club. It was my only choice.”


Jimin was shaking his head, obviously infuriated, not with you either but with Jungkook. “Seriously? What kind of sick fuck- Uh, oops, sorry for the bad language,” He pauses softly giggling at himself. “What kind of sick man,” He emphasized the word “man.” He shook his head at himself as if he was at loss of words. “What am I saying? You aren’t a man of you walk out on a lady, let alone a pregnant one.“ 


His words always made you blush. Even if he was talking about Jungkook, he always knew what to say, how to say it, and when to say it. You appreciated a man with a filter because Jungkook did NOT have one. He always said what he wanted, even if that mean hurting your feelings with it. 


“Yeah, you are right.” You agree with his statement. “I guess I am just scared, if I get too close or attached to you, you will walk out on me like he did.” You say before thinking. You definitely didn’t want to come off needy, or desperate, but of course, you just did. 


Jimin tilts his head to the side before smiling at you. There was no doubt in your mind that he actually looked like an angel when he smiled. 


“Y/N, I’d never leave you like that. I would never leave you in the first place. I know I don’t know much about you, but I do know that this dick head is surely missing out on one amazing woman, that I now get the pleasure to look at and admire because he obviously didn’t if he just walked out on you like that.”

His words made butterflies form in your stomach as you continue looking at him. 


“Thank you. But enough about me, what do you do? What’s your story?”  You wanted to switch subjects. You found yourself relaxing, which was good because you had to admit, you were really tense before this whole thing. 


The waiter brings over two menus. You bow your head slightly and take one from his hand before opening the menu and deciding on what you want within in a couple of minutes, while Jimin was doing the same. 


Jimin set down the menu and placed both of his hands into a V shape, cupping his own cheeks. “Well, what do you want to know?” He asks as a smile creeps up onto his face. 


“Nothing in particular, just about you, your job, your past, I guess.”


“Well, I was working at a bank. My father owned it but he just recently passed away so, now I own it and I’m the CEO. I have an older brother but he lives California with his wife. My mom is also living in California and here I am. That’s it, there’s nothing really much to me.” He gives you a warming smile and types into the Ipad on the table, what he wants for his meal. “What do you want to eat? You tell him you want the chicken salad and watch as he carefully types in the order.


Well, that explains why he has so much money. It was nice to know that the two of you had something to relate on. Both of you had lost your fathers, so you could both understand the feelings that came with it. 


“I see. I also lost my father a little less than half a year ago.” You say, reassuring to him that you understood. You could see the pain in his eyes when he was talking about his father. They seemed to have a close relationship, just like you and your dad had.


“Oh, I am sorry to hear that Y/N” His voice was sympathetic and sweet. His face softened as he looked at you, leaving you almost gone for words. His gaze never failed to make your face heat up, it was just so intense. 


“Don’t be. I’m sorry for your loss too, Jimin" 


He winked at you before saying “Don’t be.“ 


Sooner than later, the food arrived and you ate in a comfortable silence. Every now and then Jimin looked up at you, smiling away before moving his gaze back down to his plate. When you finished your food, the two of you continued talking. 


You found out that Jimin was the high school quarterback of the football team all throughout the four years. He explained to you that his mother was also not the most supportive. You told him pretty much everything about yourself and what had happened with Jungkook. Jimin never took his eyes off of you, once you had finished eating. He never pulled out his phone to check his notifications, let alone the time and made it clear that he was listening to you. You saw him shake his head every now and then to let you know that he understood your past and why you were doing what you were doing now as a job.


The fact that Jimin didn’t judge you once, or was judging but didn’t make it obvious, flattered you, a lot. Jimin was beyond ideal and never said anything that hurt your feelings or made you feel bad. Although it was rare, if you did go on a date with a guy and they asked what you did, they made you feel so bad about doing it. They would always ask “Why can’t you just work at a restaurant?” or “Why can’t you get ahold of the dad, so he can pay child support?” They didn’t understand that; One, stripping made you really fast and easy money, compared to a normal cashier or waitress job. Two, they also didn’t understand the fact that, no matter how hard you tried, Jungkook would never pay to support the kid, even if it was his.


“Y/N?” Jimin asks quietly before placing his right hand on the table, with his palm facing up. He grabs your hand with his left and places it onto his, securing his grip onto it. His hand was warm and fit perfectly over yours. 


Once again, this little move worked you up just enough to have your heart thumping in your chest. You didn’t dare to take your hand out of his.  He looked at you so softly and held your hand like it was some fragile piece of glass and spoke up again. 


“You are so beautiful and simply an amazing, strong, and great woman. Don’t let this one guy, close your heart to another, more specifically, me. I would never do anything to hurt you. I would never use anything you tell me now and hold it against you. I know you’ve told me before that you have had to get paid for sex and I hate the fact that such a special girl has to do that because of some asshole. If we do become anything, please do know I would never hurt you like that, Okay?”


“Okay.” You reply, slowly taking everything in. Your heart felt at ease with everything he just said but of course, he had to add more. 


“I know you are struggling now, so I will give you $500 each month to help support you and your child.”


As soon as he said that, you felt like sobbing right then and there. As sudden and big this whole thing was, that meant no more prostitution and fewer hours of stripping. $500 was your whole month’s rent and then some. Jimin would never know how grateful you were and as much as you wanted to object and never take that amount of money from someone, you couldn’t. You needed that money and Jimin would be able to provide it, even if you weren’t dating. 


You practically jumped out of your seat as soon as those words left Jimin’s mouth. You got up and forcefully attached your arms around his neck. He stood up and you felt him squeeze his arms around you. The way he held you made you feel safe and secure, something you have lacked the feeling of,  for a long time. 


“C'mon, I’ll take you home.” He says.

You two exit the restaurant and about 15 minutes later, reach your house. Just like he did before, he leaves the car first and then rushes to the other side, opening the door for you. He walks you up to your front door with you and smiles at you. You can’t help but wrap your hands around him again, leaning and resting your head in the crook of his neck. 


“Thank you, Jimin. You seriously have no idea how much this will help me.”


“Someone has to support you and be a dad to Jae-Eun and if that asshole, who’s name I don’t know yet, won’t be, I will.”

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.

“Y/n OPEN THE DOOR PLEASE”
*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.”

“ugh”

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.

00oldman
01roy
02dickhead
03demonspawn
04newbird
05pennyworth

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.

Prompt List - 50 things you say when you’re in love

Made my own prompt list, inspired by the pure love of Fitzsimmons. Free for anyone to use. 

Want a little Fitzsimmons drabble? Send me an ask with a number from the list!


  1. “Scoot over.”
  2. “Don’t be mad.”
  3. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”
  4. “Who died and made you king/queen?”
  5. “I’d love to, but you know I can’t.”
  6. You are my everything.”
  7. “Can we talk?”
  8. “Please, just look at me.”
  9. “You’re my home.”
  10. “Why are you smiling?”
  11. “I can’t believe you actually said that.”
  12. “Last time I checked, I was still your girlfriend/boyfriend.”
  13. “Call it a peace offering.”
  14. “Please, just, don’t ever leave me again.”
  15. “What did I do to make you so angry at me?”
  16. “I’d give up the world for you.”
  17. “Why make me say it when you already know?”
  18. “What’re you hiding behind your back?”
  19. “I may not be able to predict the future, but…”
  20. “I missed you.”
  21. “Of course I mind.”
  22. “Don’t ever say something like that again.”
  23. “It’s not my fault you’re an awful liar.”
  24. “Can I kiss you?”
  25. “I don’t know what to say.”
  26. “You don’t have to say it.”
  27. “How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?”
  28. Stop apologizing.”
  29. “My god you are so beautiful.”
  30. “I must admit I find that way too attractive.”
  31. “What did you do?”
  32. “I don’t know about you but I’m famished.”
  33. “Did you just say you loved me?”
  34. “I just want to see you smile again.”
  35. “I’m too afraid to close my eyes.”
  36. “Are you even real?”
  37. “I’m done being polite,”
  38. “Please, just let me show you.”
  39. “How can you even look at me?”
  40. “None of that matters now.”
  41. “You do know how much I love you, right?”
  42. “Come here.”
  43. “Can you repeat the question?”
  44. “God you can be so thick sometimes.”
  45. “Why don’t you stop doubting yourself and just kiss me already?”
  46. “You don’t look so good.”
  47. “I’m not going anywhere.”
  48. “What if I told you I already knew?”
  49. “You want to do this now?”
  50. “I don’t think I could ever break that promise.”
Rivalry

Hey guys! A nice treat for you, this one is much longer than my normal ones.

Word count: 3187

Warning: Subtle sexual content

“That would be an acquittal verdict.” your hand lowered into your lap as you replied to the professor’s question. She smiled widely, nodding in approval as the lecture continued. Satisfaction lined your face in response, lacing your fingers on the front of your desk and continuing your attention forward. Studying really did pay off. From behind you heard the faint sound of murmurs coming from a direction you knew all too well. You glanced behind you slowly, noticing a certain curly haired, pompous jerk smirking at you, his hands behind his head as his flock of fellow jerks chuckled around him. He had, of course, insulted you. Whether or not he meant for you to hear it was irrelevant, because you didn’t care.

That always confused you, you never cared about anything the man said or did to you. In any other scenario, that would get a bully-figure to leave you alone. He was relentless. So, you began fighting back.

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