yeah i wanna see them come on

Another Old Weather Joke

Sugawara: I’m cold..
Daichi: You could wear my jacket
Sugawara: No it’s ok Daichi
Daichi: *takes off his jacket and put it on Sugawara as a gentleman he is*
Sugawara: Dai—
Daichi: Better? *smile*
Sugawara: *blushing* *slowly getting close and then kissed gently ok basically being shoujo manga fluff sweet and stuff u know typical daisuga so much sugar


Hinata: IT’S SO COLD
Kageyama: YEAH IT IS
Hinata: DO YOU WANNA RACE TO SEE WHO COULD GET INTO THE NEAREST STORE AND BUY A WARM MEAT BUN FIRST
Kageyama: YOU BET
(and then later the two of them caught flu)


Yamaguchi: It’s cold!
Tsukishima: Indeed.
Yamaguchi:
Tsukishima:
Yamaguchi:
Tsukishima: Do you need my jacket?
Yamaguchi: N-no it’s fine besides you would be the one that cold if yo—
Tsukishima: Shut up, Yamaguchi *put his jacket on Yamaguchi*
Yamaguchi: ..Sorry, Tsukki. *avert his gaze somewhere and blushing*


Noya: Can I get into your jacket
Asahi:….I-I’m sorry what?
Noya: It’s pretty cold!!
Asahi: A-alright come here is it comfortable enough can you breathe is it stuffed there are you okay i—


Kuroo: *Put his jacket on Kenma*
Kenma: What
Kuroo: I thought you’re cold
Kenma: I didn’t say anything
Kuroo: I knew it I could read your mind
Kenma:
Kuroo:
Kenma:
Kuroo: Stop looking at me like I just stole your favorite game, kitten. I’m sincere


Oikawa: Iwa-chan I’m cold
Iwaizumi: Hello cold I’m Iwaizumi Hajime
Oikawa:
Iwaizumi:
Oikawa:
Iwaizumi:
Oikawa:
Iwaizumi:
Oikawa:
Iwaizumi:
Oikawa: Why are you like this


Bokuto: akAAAASHE ARE YOU COLD I CAN’T CONTROL THE WEATHER BUT HERE TAKE MY JACKET OR DO YOU PREFER MY WARM BODY AND EMBRACE
Akaashi: Bokuto-san, please refrain from doing something a little bit too much I’m perfectly fine.


Yachi: …
Kiyoko: Hitoka-chan are you feeling cold?
Yachi: A-ah? A bit! How about you senpai?
Kiyoko: I’m alright, let’s go to the nearest cafe and get a warm tea *put her scarf around Yachi and holds her hand*
Yachi: *blusHES A LOT,,,,,,


Ushijima: *Put his jacket on Shirabu*
Shirabu: Thank you.
Ushijima: No problem.


Hanamaki and Matsukawa, in sync: I’m cold
Hanamaki and Matsukawa, in sync, again: Dude
Matsukawa: Bro
Hanamaki: Bro

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Doodles

In which Graves is an FBI agent and Newt has a doctorate in electronic engineering, working for Graves’ team as their technical analyst.

rebelwithheartofgold  asked:

His bowlegs are the best legs

fun fact: jensen’s knees actually have a restriction order against each other and that’s why they can’t ever be in the same county together

i mean look at that, you could fit the entire damn state of texas in there

they make such a perfect bow, like do u ever just wanna *clenches fists*

the most texasest texan to ever come outta texas with them texas bowlegs y’all

[x] like,,,no wonder it’s such a defining factor about him that everyone uses to describe him bc!!!! dAMN BOI HOW THEM LEGS BEND LIKE THAT 👀 👀 👀  they’re gonna snap right in half one of these days, i swear

okay but my absolute favorite fucking thing tho??? when those beauties are oN DISPLAY Y’ALL. WHEN U CAN SEE HIS BEAUTIFUL CALVES AND NICE-ASS KNEES AND DAINTY ANKLES AND BLONDE LIL LEG HAIRS IN ALL THEIR NAKED BEAUTY *jenna marbles voice* heyll yeah

We had just finished our first quest, where none of us really were experienced DnD player, and I did some feeble attempts at solid DM'ing. The goal of the quest had been to find an antidote for a farmer’s son who had gone into a magical coma.

(ps: due to an inside joke, Winnie the Pooh is in the party like, just there. Christopher Robin is the farmers son who fell ill. The party coloured winnie the pooh neon pink. I don’t know why.)

DM: You reach the farm. You don’t have to roll shit to figure out these peeps are poor. They have a cow and a goat in a small pen that don’t look too hot. Oh, and there’s a donkey tied by the door to their shedlike home.

Elf Ranger: guys i think these peeps are super poor.

Half-Elf Cleric (only good aligned partymember): oh my god really????

DM: just as you say that, the door creaks open, and a thin, a bit aged man peeks out, and when he sees you, his eyes go wide and he steps fully outside, and he says “Are you the ones my daughter sent to- have you found it? Did you find the antidote for my son?”

Half-Elf Cleric: Hello we are here to speak to you about Jesus Christ- I mean, Njord. That’s my deity, right?

Elf Ranger: Yeah, the word of Njord.

Dward Fighter (whose alignment is sorta fuzzy): Yeah we got some antidote dude but uhh time cough up some gold pieces, aight

DM: So- these news fills him with both glee and fear. He sinks down on his feet-

Half-Elf Cleric: What was he on before

DM: -His knees. He sinks down on his knees, and he brings his hands together in your typical prayer like- he’s begging you. “Please, we have… nothing.”

Tiefling Warlock (Chaotic Neutral): sad trombone

DM: “Please, I- I have but one son, he and my daughter are- we won’t be able to do the amount of work- we need him!”

Tiefling Warlock: “Shall we move on, my fellows?”

DM: As you guys speak about this, Winnie the Pooh slides down from /Half-Elf Cleric/’s shoulders, where he’s been perched, and sort of waddles forward, past the begging father, and into the house, to join Christopher Robin.

Half-Elf Cleric: AWWWWWW

Dwarf Fighter: Ey he didn’t swipe the antidote from us, did he?

DM: No- no, you still got that.

Tiefling Warlock: I would’ve Eldritch Blasted his ass if he had.

Half-Elf Cleric: I think we should just give them the antidote.

DM: Like- just to clarify: the antidote is not like- a valuable thing. It’s just this one specific conconction for this particular- you won’t get more cash out of this anywhere else, nobody is gonna run up to you and go “oh, my father is in a magical coma and needs an antidote that-!” like. It’s literally worthless except for these people.

Tiefling Warlock: But we won't have to help someone pro bono.

Half-Elf Cleric: *annoyed sigh* I don’t give a damn about money.

Everyone except her: *horrified gasps*

Dwarf Fighter: … well, you guys do got a nice ass-

Everyone: WHAT

Dwarf Fighter: the donkey. You got a nice donkey.

DM: You… want the donkey.

Half-Elf Cleric: IS IT EEYORE

Everyone: YES we want the donkey.

DM: … The man looks at the donkey and then at you, and he goes “I- If it is a trade between the life of my son and my donkey, it’s- then it’s yours.” And- and Eeyore looks up at you all-

Everyone: YES IT’S EEYORE

DM: -and he goes “I figured I was going to get sold anyway…”

Half-Elf Cleric: AWWW

DM: and the farmer goes “AAA” cus he didn’t know he had a talking donkey

Dwarf Fighter: eyy hasn’t he seen Shrek talking donkeys means cash

DM: yeah well that doesn’t matter now cus he’s giving him to you guys

Dwarf Fighter: right you are

DM: and the man unties Eeyore and he sighs deeply and he goes “this surely won’t make things easier for us… but in exchange for my son… *sigh*”

Tiefling and Dwarf: oh stop moping around jesus hell

Half-Elf Cleric: EYY if I have a ‘set of commoners clothes’ can i give them to them cus they look poor right

DM: I guess

Half-Elf Cleric: EYYYYYYYYYYYY

DM: but then you’d be naked

Half-Elf Cleric: NÄÄÄIJ in that case fuck it you don’t get shit i’m sorry i tried

DM: -and you just start taking of your clothes to give them to the man, but you realise halfway through what you’re doing and you get dressed again

Tiefling: cover yourself, woman

DM: so- let me get this straight. You guys literally have a box on wheels that you pull along with you, and it is filled… with the golden heads of a pair of statues AND YOU WANNA TAKE THIS POOR FAMILYS DONKEY.

Tiefling: survival of the fittest, honey *grabs rope with Eeyore on the other end*

-they go inside and give Christopher Robin the antidote-

Christopher Robin: what the fuck

DM: And the family all rejoice at the awakening of their son, and they turn and thank you, and they’re in the middle of hugging you all when the farmer murmurs “They… they took the donkey.” and the whole family just. Goes quiet-

Dwarf Fighter: fucking tattletale?

DM: - and the mother sort of sinks down on her chair and she whisperes “How will we surviv-”

Tiefling: Oh for fucks- “look, woman, if you don’t shut up I’ll Eldritch Blast your ass-”

Half-Elf Cleric: “HEY WHAT”

DM: The woman gasps loudly and pales-

Dwarf Fighter: “Yo what’s the problem don’t you want a talking donkey”

Half-Elf Cleric: “I meant the whole threatening to KILL HER actually”

Tiefling: “I wasn’t threatening her, I was just stating a fact”

DM: That if she wouldn’t shut up you’d kill her?

Tiefling: It’s a very known fact.

DM: Winnie the Pooh is looking at Christopher Robin with such glee; it’s really indescribable how happy he’s looking, and he’s hopping around happily and he’s climbing up on the bed to give him a big old hug, and Christopher Robin, he goes- “What the- could you guys like take the bear away from me.”

Everyone: “WHAT”

Half-Elf Cleric: “Isn’t he like with you?”

Christopher Robin: “Wh- no? I just went into the woods and he just came up to me, and I found this ruin and he just followed me? And then I got stung by something and that’s all I remember? Could you like take him away he’s a bit creepy. And why is he pink?”

Half-Elf Cleric: “Well uhh he’s yours now. You don’t have a donkey anymore, so-”

DM: And this sorta comes as news to him cus when the father told the fam he had just woken up so he was a bit disoriented so now he goes “Wh-Why is-? What happened to our donkey?” And the father, he goes “Well, son, it was their demand to give you the antidote… and-”

Tiefling: “By the way… can we get this transaction on paper?”

DM: - and the boy turns to you incredulously, and he goes “But-! You can’t! We need that donkey, without it we’ll die!”

Dwarf: “You’re young and strong, boy, time to saddle up.”

Tiefling: “You got a bear now.”

DM: - And Christopher Robin starts to cry too, and he goes “You might’ve saved our lives, but you’ve killed our family-”

Dwarf: “Anywho, gots to go.”

DM: So, you go to leave the shedlike home, and the athmostphere is next to devastated-

Dwarf: “Okay, okay, I ain’t okay with this. We go here and save your life, and you guys are devastated? Really?”

Tiefling: “I agree entirely. Ungrateful runt.”

Cleric: “I-”

DM: “And Chrisopher Robin slams the door in your face.”

Cleric: “No, I was- I was gonna whisper to him “I didn’t want this, I wanted to let you have it for free-”

DM: -Okay, so you whisper that, and he just stares you down, and he shakes his head, and tears are falling down, and he just spits out “You’re just as bad as them for letting it happen anyway,” and he throws the door shut in front of your face after doing that.

Cleric: “GODDAMNIT”

DM: okay so like just to state- like, you guys are super welcome to just. give them something on your own accord, like, out of your own pocket, you picked up som gold in that temple, so if you want to-

Cleric: I WANNA GIVE THEM 100 GP

Tiefling: WHAT “NO, NO, DON’T” ok so I try to pursuade /cleric/ not to do it.

DM: You- you can’t roll to make another player do stuff they don’t wanna do.

Tiefling: Okay, uh “Hey, /cleric/. Don’t do it.” There, you’re pursuaded.

Cleric: … yeah, nah. I give them the gold.

DM: So- you hammer on the door and you shout “I GOT GOLD FOR YOU” or something like that, and Christopher Robin opens the door, and once he sees the gold you’re extending, he- he is so happy. He takes the gold and he goes to hug you, and the entire family comes out and does the same, they can buy like 3 donkeys now i dunno how GP works in dnd yet uhhh so-

Tiefling: Fuck this, I eldritch blast Christopher Robin.

Cleric: NO YOU DON’T i stand in the way.

DM: -Fine? Uh, roll an attack roll.

Tiefling: Twelve.

DM: You miss. You hit the ground.

Tiefling: … don’t I hit the house at least?

DM: NO YOU- WHY DO YOU WANT TO BURN THE HOUSE DOWN

 Cleric: WHY WOULD YOU STILL ROLL WHEN I WAS STANING IN THE WAY- YOU TRIED TO KILL ME

Ranger: All of this for a donkey

DM: Nah, dude, you got the donkey. This is because /Cleric/ gave them 100 GP

Ranger: Oh okay

Dwarf: Yeah, but they’re super ungrateful. Bastards.

Cleric: Yeah but we can’t KILL THEM for that??

DM: so the family, they- after the attempted murder, they run back into the house. 

Dwarf: Did they take the gold?

DM: Yeah.

Dwarf: Rat bastards.

DM: Does /Tiefling/ want to keep his spree of ‘teaching people some manners’ going or?

Tiefling: Nahhh. But he does cast sleep on /Cleric/ cus he’s pissed.

Cleric: haHA i’m a half elf and I can’t be magically put to sleep!

Tiefling: Nvm then I’m tired.

DM: So- you guys walk away from the house, and just for a moment you hear the door opening and then quickly closing-

Ranger: No

DM: -and you turn, and- Winnie the Pooh has been tossed out of the house.

Dwarf: THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT when Njord taketh a donkey he giveth thee an illuminescent bear, and they just TOSS HIM OUT

DM: - and Winne the Pooh sits on the ground very- very sadly. Had he had tear ducts, he would cry a single tear. He is on the ground-

Ranger: Still pink?

DM: Still pink.

Cleric: :’(

Ranger: ugh FINE let’s take him with us.

DM: You go and pick him up, and he is so happy. So, so happy.

Dwarf: what are we, collecting Winnie the Pooh characters?

DM: He’s on /clerics/ shoulder again-

Tiefling: Can’t we put him on Eeyores back?

Dwarf: Can’t we put EEYORE on WINNIE THE POOH’s back?

DM: You put Eeyore on Winnie the Pooh back, and you now have a donkey on top of a bear on the ground. They are not moving.

Cleric: Oh dear.

DM: And Eeyore sighs and goes “I knew I’d be too heavy”

Everyone: “AWWWWWW”

Hormones and instincts

Originally posted by imlostinsantacarla

I decided to put these two requests together because of how similar they are :)

Words: 1,594
Seth Clearwater x Reader


“Paul, leave Seth alone.” Emily scolded and swatted the older wolf around the back of his head; it did nothing to stop Paul’s giggles.  
Seth sat across the bonfire from his laughing pack brothers, with his arms crossed and scowl firmly in place. Emily stepped around and gently smoothed his hair, “You ignore them, you’re a gentlemen and that’s what girls like most.”
“Wrong, girls like confidence.” Paul countered.
“Confidence yeah, but you’re just arrogant.” Embry came to Seth’s rescue and was punched in the arm by Paul for the trouble.

“Seth, Y/N is your imprint, it’s natural to be worried about hurting her or upsetting her.” Sam advised, he gave Emily a sad smile as he pulled her into his lap before continuing; “Besides you’re both young, don’t get too stressed out about things like this.”
“It’s just a shame that you’ve got the imprint and teenage hormones both fighting for control in there.” Leah added and pushed the side of Seth’s head with two fingers.

Seth batted her hand away, “Can we all just stop with the advice now? Before Y/N gets here.”
Jared chimed in, “At least she already knows about wolves.”
Seth glared at Embry, “Yeah thanks for that.”
Embry held his hands up in defence, “I smelt a leech in the area, I went to check on my baby sister. Who could have guessed that she’d see a massive wolf and instantly think that the old legends were true?”
“No one, because no one in the worlds thinks that way except Y/N.” Quil snorted. It was true, the pack were all incredibly surprised to find that you’d figured them out.
Seth sighed, “I just hope that she never sees me phase, it would terrify her.”
Leah flinched at the memory of  their father seeing her phase and it causing his heart attack, Emily sent her a soft smile which Leah ignored.
“Yeah I wouldn’t wanna see you naked if I was her either dude.” Paul snickered and Seth threw his empty drink can at him.
Laughter rippled through the pack, Jared pointed to the top of the beach, “Here comes your little girlfriend now.”

You walked leisurely down the beach towards the bonfire when you heard the laughter erupt from your friends, a few of them turned to face you. You caught Seth’s eye and gave him a little wave, he turned away from you with his arms crossed over his chest. You dropped your hand and tried not to look too upset as you joined them. Leah budged across her log so that you had to take the only free spot next to Seth.
“Bro.” You gave Embry a wave.
“Brat.” He greeted with his usual grin.
“Sounds like you guys are up to no good.” You laughed as you joined the conversation.
“They’re just being assholes.” Seth grumbled and you tried to school your shocked expression at his pouting face, it just didn’t suit his usual carefree personality.
“Well that’s nothing new.” You smiled and Seth returned it with a dazzling smile of his own, the anger in his face easing away.
Kissing noises caught your attention and you turned to give Jared and Paul a confused look but before they could explain themselves Seth had jumped up and shoved Paul off of his log and onto the sand. The laughter stopped and everyone held their breath as Paul stared up at Seth, his mind ticking over and taking in what had just happened.

Sam had already moved Emily to the side and was starting to stand when Paul snarled, “You stupid pup.”
You swallowed hard, he was shaking so hard with anger that he was practically vibrating, you stood and caught Seth by the arm to try to pull him away.
He wrenched his arm away from you, “Get away from me.”
His words packed a punch, Seth was shaking hard too and Leah and Sam were between Paul and Seth but that didn’t stop Paul from pushing himself up and trying to lunge at Seth, his face was red and scrunched like he was in pain. Seth, even though at a clear height disadvantage, caught Paul by the waist and pivoting his entire boy threw him further away from the bon fire. Paul skidded in sand on his back before he managed to flip himself over, he looked up at Seth and snarled, he was shaking even harder now.

Seth dared to take his eyes off of him for a moment to turn to you, he was also shaking now, he caught you by your waist and pushed you back towards your brother. Embry caught you with ease and pulled you behind him, quickly you noted that Kim and Emily had been pushed behind Jared and Jacob. Peaking over your brothers shoulder you watched as Seth turned in time to catch Paul as he launched himself at him, his skin bursting and giving way to fur and claws. Seth was knocked backwards but quickly sprung back and out of his own human form rearing up at Paul.

“Sam stop them.” Emily pleaded.
Sam stood, scarily calm in between the two wolves as they circled each other. “I’ve half a mind to let you two idiots tear into each other.” Sam boomed, “But I think you’ve both done enough damage for today.”
He nodded back towards the bonfire and both wolves followed his gaze to find you clinging to the back of Embry’s shirt, eyes wide and lips trembling. Seth whimpered, Paul lowered his head and Sam sent them both into the woods like a parent tired of his children’s antics.

Embry took you home and you didn’t say much to him during the journey. Sure, you knew about the pack but seeing it, and seeing Paul nearly hurt Seth had you. It hurt in the way that knowing Seth would never see you as a partner hurt, it hurt you because that was all you truly wanted but you knew it couldn’t happen.
Yet, knowing all of that logically didn’t stop the fear that he might be hurt.

Damn, you felt like an idiot.

The next day Seth came to find you and even though your friendship with him was becoming bittersweet because of your unrequited feelings you couldn’t bring yourself to not let him into the house. He stood awkwardly in your hallway until you invited him into the living room when he stood there awkwardly.

You sat on the sofa and patted the space beside you, “Seth you can sit down.”
He sat on the sofa but as far away from you as he could; you tried to ignore the sting of rejection.

Seth cleared his throat awkwardly and ran a hand back through his hair, “Look Y/N I know I’m probably the last person that you want to see right now but I wanted to apologise for last night.”
“I saw just scared.” You admitted and Seth flinched but you continued, “You could have been really hurt Seth.”

“What?” He asked, his nose scrunched adorably in confusion.
“Seth, I was so scared that you were going to get hurt.” You told him and took a chance to reach out and gently squeezed his hand. When you moved to take your hand away, Seth’s mind clicked and he caught your hand with his and held it softly.
“That’s why you were scared?” He asked quietly.
“Well it’s a good enough reason isn’t it? For the record you’re never the last person that I want to see.” You asked.
He gave you a dimpled smile, “Well, yeah I guess it is and thanks.”
Now you realised that, in taking your hand, Seth had pulled you closer to him. The closeness made your stomach flip with butterflies, the heat rolling off of his skin and the fact that he always smelt incredible had you leaning further into him. For once, Seth’s mind was free of thoughts of messing things up; instead he was utterly and unapologetically wrapped up in you.

He leaned into you, and without worry or self-doubt haunting him, he kissed you. A soft, gentle kiss. Excitement bubbled through you and you found yourself smiling into the kiss, which made Seth smile in response until eventually you had to pull away from each other because the kiss had fallen victim to your grins.
“What took us so long?” Seth asked, his grin taking your breath away.
“Wolves are notoriously difficult.” You teased and kissed the tip of his nose.

“Well isn’t this adorable!” You heard from the doorway, both of you jumped and whipped your heads around to were Quil and Jacob were laughing at Embry who stood with his hands over his eyes.
“Is it safe for me to look yet?” Embry asked.
“No, Seth’s taking her clothes off man.” Quil told him.
“What?!” Embry practically screeched and ripped his own hand free from his eyes only to find Seth giving him a sheepish grin and you trying to bury your burning face in your hands.
You moved your hands from your face as Seth leaned back and kissed your cheek softly, ignoring the boys wolf whistles, “Let me take you on a real date?”
You glared over at your brother who was dramatically whining about you growing up while Quil and Jacob pretended to comfort him, “Anything to get me away from these idiots.”  

Jisung in the group chat: With great boredom…

Haechan: …comes great irresponsibility

Taeyong: What did you do this time?

Haechan:  Chenle cracked his head open, we’re at the hospital

Taeyong: oh my god!! is he alright?

Doyoung: GOD! What hospital?? We’re coming right now!!

Haechan: Relax, I’m kidding. We just somehow managed to burn half his hair…

Taeyong: Oh thank god, he’s fine!! Where are you right now? I want to hug him!

Taeyong: I mean kill him and you two! You gave me a heart-attack!!!!!

Doyoung: You get Jisung and Chenle, I’ll get Haechan

Taeyong: Copy that!

*Haechan, Chenle and Jisung hidden in one of the dorms’ closets*

Chenle: You said telling them something worse first and then the truth would work..

Jisung: Yeah, now they wanna kill us for lying to them..

Haechan: Do not fret, my boys. I’ve got plan B, distraction!

Haechan in the group chat: Yuta kissed Winwin! 

Jaehyun: WHAT??

Taeyong: N0w wHat??

Doyoung: I can’t say I didn’t see that coming..

Ten: haha I ship it!

Yuta: Haechan you are DEAD!

*Back in the closet*

Chenle: haha, it worked!

Haechan: No, it didn’t, now Yuta wants to kill me 

Jisung: Exactly, he wants to kill you. We’re free!

*both start leaving*

Haechan: Where are you going? You can’t leave me alone!

Jisung & Chenle: It was nice knowing you!

Jisung: I’m gonna miss you!

*they leave*

Haechan: Come back here, you traitors!!

Haechan: I’m gonna kill you when I get out of here!

Haechan: you hear me??

*Yuta opens the closet*

Yuta: oh yes I do!

Haechan: *whispers to himself* if I get outta here..

Why Do You Build Me Up?

Summary: Tom has, unknowingly, been stringing Y/N along. Making her feel like there could be a chance between them.

AN: this is based on build me up buttercup by the foundations i suggest listening to this song because the plot of this fic is based on this song and also because it’s amazing

Tom Holland x Reader

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

“You’re here? As in you’re home?”

“I am. Just for a couple of weeks before I’m off to shoot another movie.” Tom’s smooth voice rang in my ear.

“Oh, um, wow. That’s great! I-I’ve missed you.” Tom and I have been close friends for years. I can’t deny that, in those years, I started to develop feelings for him. He and I would flirt sometimes but nothing ever really came from it. No matter how much I wished there would.

“I missed you too, Y/N.” I blushed. “How about this? I’ll come over tonight. Just you, me and a movie. Sounds good?”

“That sounds amazing.” I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling so widely.

“Great. I’ll be over at 10.”

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Surprise, Surprise

gif belongs to heavenofhell

Title: Surprise, Surprise

Characters: Lucifer x Reader, Chuck, Sam, and Dean

Word Count: 952

Warnings: fluffish

A/N: This was requested by an anon! I hope you all enjoy! I love you all so much! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

Sam and Dean watched as Lucifer and Chuck talked to each other.  They thought that they would be at each other’s throats, but that wasn’t the case.  It felt weird for Dean and Sam to be in the same room as the two of them.  At first they were talking about nothing, but now they were talking about everything.

“Have you found your soulmate,” Chuck asked, curiosity evident in his voice.  “Where are they?”

“I decided to leave [Y/N] out of this,” Lucifer muttered, letting his arm drop onto his lap.  “I don’t need aunt Amara going after her to get to me, to get to you.”

“Wait, Lucifer has a soulmate,” Sam cut in, extending his gaze to Chuck.

“I’m still an angel Sam,” Lucifer noted, rolling his eyes.  “All angels have soulmates.”

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Bartender Shawn PT.1

AN: *shows up 8 months later with starbucks* I haven’t finished it yet but I thought I’d just post this. I haven’t edited it yet but I have to go to class and want this up in hopes to motivate me to finish. 

Word Count: 5,981


“Can I get a Porn Star?”

I nodded before leaning back over the bar and reaching for the bottles to make the purple shot. As I poured into the small shot glass I looked for an ‘It’s my birthday’ sash. It wasn’t hard to find and neither was the number 18 on the big pin attached to it.

“Bingo,” I said to myself under the guise of the music.

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anonymous asked:

Oh snappp your neighbor AU is lit. No rush at all but if you could also write one for Shownu it would be awesome.

find wonho (here) , jooheon (here), & kihyun (here)

  • king of owning three sets of the same colored bed sheets and kihyun once asked if shownu every washed them because??? they’re always the same??? and shownu was like “don’t you just buy the same thing in bulk when you go to ikea?” and kihyun was like no,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god is that what you do
  • and shownu just shrugged because whatever he likes his grey bed sheets
  • doesn’t do decorations but let his mom hang up some photos of his family and stuff when she came over
  • you’d think he’d just ignore them, but he cleans the dust off the frames and adjusts them because,,,,,, shownu cherishes anything his mother does for him. he’s an amazing son and literally everyone in the neighborhood always tells his mom when she comes over that he’s so filial and they wished they had a son so polite and well mannered
  • because lbr shownu is the person who holds the door open for anyone he sees,,,,,,,,even if they’re still half way across the street
  • the only thing that ever makes him flustered is that one time a mom asked him to watch her son while she ran to re-park her car
  • and shownu was like ,,,,,,,,,,,,hi and the kid just started crying and shownu was like nO PLEASE,,,,IM SORRY FOR WHATEVER I DID TO DISPLEASE YOU
  • thankfully minhyuk was coming over and saw the whole mess and came to the rescue and shownu was just like “minhyuk,,,,,kids are terrifying,,,,,”
  • minhyuk looking at shownu whose literally swole and tall: what
  • you’ve lived next door to shownu for quite some time,,,,,but you two don’t really talk much because like well,,,,he’s not a small chit chat kinda person
  • and you’ve always thought he was handsome but like so what you know ??? your idols on tv are handsome too
  • but one evening,,,,you’re getting home super late and you try to grab for your keys in your bag,,,,,,but they’re gone????? and you sigh and take out your phone to text your friend who has a spare
  • but then you see a text from your boss telling you that you won’t be getting the promotion he promised you
  • and your friend with the spare just updated instagram with a photo at a club so you know they’re not gonna be able to help
  • and so you just slide down against the wall near your door and hold your bag to your chest
  • and life sucks,,,,,,,,in this moment,,,,so much so that you can’t control tears coming out and you wanna brush them away but like no one’s there to see??? so whatever
  • until ,,,,, there is someone,,,,, someone who’s too freaKING quiet so you only notice them when they step right in front of you and ask “is everything ok?”
  • and you look up to see shownu and you’re like oh gREAT the handsome, nice neighbor has to see you balling your eyes out on your doormat good job gg what a terrIFIC night this is
  • and you’re like “y,,yeah i got locked out it’s nothing,,,”
  • and shownu suddenly puts his hand out to help you up and you take it hesitantly and he’s like “staying out here would be dangerous. do you want to spend the night at my place? feel free to say n-”
  • but you’re shaking your head and you’re like “that would be very nice of you,,,,,,my spare is,,,,,in the hands of someone who is busy,,,,”
  • and shownu lets go of your hand and you notice how warm it was when he’d held it
  • and you follow him to his apartment where he lets you in
  • and you can’t help but look at the photos as you take off your shoes and you’re like “is this your family?” and he nods and you’re like “your mother is so pretty!!”
  • and shownu kind of is taken back, but just nods again and you’re like oops am i making this awkward
  • and he switches the lights on in his bedroom and he’s like “i know we’re strangers, but it would be impolite of me to let you sleep on the couch. my bedroom is clean, i promise.”
  • and you’re like dhkcblvj he’s worried about me thinking he’s gross,,,,,but he’s doing something really nice??????? he’s,,,,,,cute
  • and you’re like “i can take the cou-” but shownu puts a hand up and is like “please, that would be rude of me.”
  • and you’re like ok he’s such a gentleman????? what the heck
  • and you’re like “ok, well thank you!! ill wash my face then?” and he’s like pointing out the bathroom
  • and when you’re done you walk out to tell shownu thank you again
  • but you see him sitting on the couch, suddenly he’s got glasses on and he’s reading something with the cutest look of concentration on his face and you can’t help but stare at him a bit longer
  • when he suddenly looks up you’re like oH I Totally,,,,just came into this room anYWAY,,, thank you again!!!
  • and you like do an lil bow and shownu is like “it’s nothing!” and you’re like akhfgfs ok,,,ill go to bed now
  • but ofc u can’t sleep because,,,,,,wow this is shownu’s room,,,,,,,,the sheets smell like him,,,,,,,slight cologne but also fresh breeze,,,,,
  • and in the morning your friends texts you that she’ll be over in an hour
  • and you go to tell shownu whose up,,,,,,,,,,shirtless,,,,,making eggs,,,,,,,,and you almost trip and fall over
  • but when he turns for the first time you see him get embarrassed and he’s like “ah - oh one moment,,,” and rushes back to the living room to pull on his shirt again and you’re like trying to look down
  • and you’re both red,,,,,,and shownu is like “,,,, i,,,im sorry that was-” and you’re like “nO,,, no,,,,, it’s nice,,,i mean what no i mean it’s your home feel free um oh,,,,”
  • and shownu is like “would you like something to eat?”
  • and it’s cute you two eat together and shownu is a silent eater but it’s somehow really adorable and you can’t help but think he’d be a really ,,,, good bf
  • and shownu is like “you can stay here till your friend comes.” and you’re like ok!!! thank you 
  • and he’s totally turning on the sport channel but it’s whatever you’re happy to be in his company,,,,because shownu makes you feel safe????
  • and when ur friend tells you to meet her by ur door shownu walks you out and he’s like “maybe, if you think this is a good idea you could give me a spare, in case this happens again.” and you’re like good thinking i should do that!!!! 
  • but before you can thank him again your friend is like “oH I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE SPENDING THE NIGHT WITH SUCH A HANDSOME MAN I GUESS YOU DONT NEED THE SPARE-”
  • and you’re like PLEASe,,, SHTU TUP ,,,,
  • and shownu is blinking like hmmm what does that mean-
  • and your friend winks at you two and waltzes up to shownu like “so,,, what’s your name? how long have you been dating my friend here?” and you’re like givE ME my KEYS 
  • while shownu is like ???? but also he’s like “oh they’re single?” and your friend is like YES THEYRE sinGLE
  • and you’re like dO NT FLirt on my behalf wait shownu why do you want to know if im single,,,,,,,,,????
  • shownu probably just wanted to know because coughs,,,,,,,,maybe he can take you out sometime,,, coughs
Shit, it’s father’s day ! - Bruce Wayne x Reader

So, I’m not close from my father. Like, not at all. We’re mostly strangers. So I completely forgot that it was Father’s day today…I actually realized it was that specific day thanks to Hugh Jackman and his instagram account where he posted a picture of his dad and him…ANYWAY, I wrote something for Batman, I feel like I HAVE TO write something for Batdaddy to yo. LITERALLY WROTE IT IN TWENTY MINUTES THOUGH, cause I got things to do today but felt inspired. So here it is, hope you’ll like it : 

Sorry for spamming you with two “stories” in the span of like an hour but I felt super inspired and boom. My masterlist blog by the way : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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-Bruce. Bruce. Bruce ?!

Alarmed by the emptiness next to you in bed, you sit up. It’s not like your husband to leave your shared bed without telling you, without a kiss or hell, without making love to you. 

It’s not like him indeed, as he didn’t really leave the bed. He’s sitting on the edge of it, looking out the window of your bedroom. Worries fill your voice when you ask, a bit unsure : 

-Bruce…My heart, are you alright honey ? 

Bruce grumbles back an answer you don’t hear, and you crawl to him. Your tempted to hug him from behind, wrap your arms around his torso, your legs around his waist, your head resting on his back (he’s too tall for you to reach anything else but the middle of his back with your head)…But you feel like something is off. 

It’s pretty obvious really. The way he groaned at you. The fact he isn’t in bed anymore. The way his back is hunched and…just the fact he’s not in your arms right now. He doesn’t even look at you when you approach him, so you decide to drop the hug from behind, and sit next to him. 

He still doesn’t look at you, and you panic a little. It’s so unlike him…

-Bruce ? Please, say something…Did I do something wrong ? 

He quickly raises his head and his eyes lock with yours. Is it…is it sadness you can see in his deep blue orbs ? 

-No, no you didn’t do anything. It’s quite the opposite really. It’s just…It’s just that it’s…The day and…I’m being stupid and childish. Sorry. 

He’s about to stand up and go to the bathroom, but you suddenly understand and hold him back. This time, you hug him from behind, because you know he needs it. There isn’t a problem with you. Oh nope. 

It’s father’s day, almost 4 pm, and no trace of your boys. When it was mother’s day, they woke you up early with a magnificent breakfast, and took you out all day…

As you wrap your arms and legs around him, he sighs sadly (and makes you hurt drop, seeing him sad always break you a little, and you just have to do something about it) and the grip he has on your thigh is a bit stronger than his usual soft one. 

Yes. He needs you. 

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dam-iminalotoffandoms  asked:

If you still want to write stranger things may I request fluffy mileven? Literally anthing post season 2 like I dont mind if its snowball, a week later, a month, a year, whatever inspiration hits. I'm desperate for post season 2 mileven fluff so anything you got would be awesome :)

Mike has a collection of flashlights.

They are overwhelmingly gifts from Jim Hopper.

“In case the power goes out.”

“Can’t have you tripping.”

“You can’t fight if you can’t see.”

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Writing #4

Non-binary Sirius!
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Sirius entered the common room. They could see comfortable sofas, armchairs and pillows absolutely everywhere, and a main fireplace. There were windows looking out on the grounds, and they could see the grass and flowers still sprinkled on the ground, and the lake they had just come through. Looking back into the room, Sirius observed portraits and books. Then they saw the two staircases.
Two.
Presumably, they thought, one leading to the girls’ dormitories, and one leading to the boys’…
“Hey!” a loud voice exclaimed, interrupting their thoughts. Sirius turned around to see James smiling widely and looking around excitedly. “I had no idea it would be this big! Look, there’s where we’re not going to do our homework, and that’s where we’ll plan pranks, and here…”
James’ voice faded as Sirius started to panic. There were TWO staircases. And they were NOT a boy, or even a girl.
Shit. Shit shit shit. They had never come out to anyone about who they truly were. What if they had to put on a huge fake smile and just go up the stairs to the boys’ dormitories with James? What if the stairs rejected them? Sirius had heard rumors about stairs turning into slides if you weren’t the right gender. The staircases to come up here were already hectic, so they were ready to believe anything. Even worse, what if they WERE allowed to go up? Would that mean… that they weren’t actually non-binary?
Fuck, now Sirius was questioning their entire existence. What if this was what people would think it was: just a phase, or a way to rebel from their parents? No. They weren’t a boy. And they weren’t a girl. They were… somewhere in between. They still hadn’t figured it out yet, but Sirius still cringed when people called them by he/him pronouns. This wasn’t the time to think about how much they hated that, though, because James was tugging on their sleeve and leading them to Remus and to the staircase.
“James, I- James…”
“What is it? Come on, I wanna go see the size of the beds!”
“I- I don’t…”
Sirius was looking around frantically, trying to find an excuse to extend their time in the common room. They were trying to smile as if everything was fine and they had just spotted something cool behind James’ shoulder, but James could see how worried Sirius looked.
“Hey, man, what is it?”
Sirius grinded their teeth.
“Um, well… don’t you want to go explore the castle first? Right, Remus?”
Sirius looked around James at Remus. Remus had seemed the sort of person they could trust, a kind individual who laughed softly and looked at everyone with a certain happiness.
“Uhhh… I guess?”
“Exactly! Let’s go- let’s go explore!”
“But, Sirius… Didn’t the headmaster tell us to go to bed?”
“Well, Remus, this’ll be our first bit of rule-breaking! Are you guys in?”
“Are you okay, Sirius?” James asked, concerned. “You look nervous about something.”
“Of course! I’ve just never gotten out after my bed time, is all!”
James and Remus exchanged looks.
Suddenly, Peter, another person Sirius had met on the train, showed up and planted himself in front of James.
“H-hey James! I heard we were in the same dorm! Wanna go see?”
“Yeah, let’s go see where we’re placed, Sirius, then we’ll sneak out,” James promised, then turned and started up the stairs with Peter. Obviously, the stairs didn’t reject them and they went up a bit further before sticking their heads into a doorway and loudly exclaiming.
“Wow! You’ve gotta come see this!” James called.
Remus, still downstairs, turned his head to look at Sirius for a second before yelling “We’ll be up in a second!” and grabbing Sirius by the bicep. Remus brought Sirius into a darker part of the empty common room and sat down on an armchair.
“What’s going on, Sirius?”
Sirius moved their eyes up from the ground but kept their head down. They rubbed their nose and ran their hand through their hair.
“Is it something about not wanting to be in a dorm with us? You can tell me, I won’t be offended,” Remus said as he took his turn at looking down at the carpet.
“No, that’s… that’s not it at all. I just, uh… I…”
They were going to have to tell Remus. With no preparation, no ideas on how how to break it to him, no courage. They had not planned on coming out this way at all. They just couldn’t do this, they couldn’t tell him about not being a boy or a girl. They were rocking slowly on the sofa cushion now, thinking this over, and a silence established itself. They could tell Remus was going to give them as much time as necessary to tell him what was wrong. But Sirius just couldn’t do it! They had only just met Remus and they actually didn’t really know what he was like. What if he had grown up in a homophobic and transphobic and everything-phobic family like theirs? What if he had opinionated retorts? What if he completely rejected Sirius? What if he told everyone?
Sirius had too many questions and too many doubts. They just couldn’t do this.
“I’m- I’m sorry. I can’t tell you right now.”
Remus was looking at them strangely. Sirius could almost see the cogs turning in his mind, trying to figure why they wouldn’t want to go up the staircase.
“Oh. Oh! Is it… I don’t know if you’ll find it’s weird, or offensive, that I thought this could be the reason why you don’t want to go up there, but… are you trans?”
Taken aback, Sirius looked up surprisingly. Their brows were high on their face.
“Um… that’s…”
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, oh my gosh. Uh- well- um, I’m sorry-”
“No, it’s… it’s fine… it’s just that that’s not exactly it…”
Remus’ naivety had saved them. He must have been brought up in a really positive and accepting family to assume that Sirius wouldn’t be at least disgusted by his assumption. Remus definitely hadn’t seemed grossed out himself at potentially having a transgender roommate, so wasn’t that a good sign? He had just seemed so worried that he had offended Sirius, not that there was anything offensive about being trans. Sirius was smiling now.
“No, it’s just that I- I’m not trans, I’m… I’m non-binary. I’m… actually not sure what I am, exactly, but I’m just- I’m not a boy. So… I don’t- I don’t know where to go.”
Remus was open-mouthed, but his expression disappeared quickly to be replaced by a warm smile.
“Oh. Okay, well, I just- I wondered if you were nervous for the same reason as me, because I’m- I’m trans and I’m really scared the stairs won’t let me up.”
They were both grinning nervously now.
“That… that problem is still there, though. And James and Peter are expecting us…” Sirius trailed off, and they both started panicking again about where they had to go, or if they even had beds for themselves.
Sirius picked at some strings coming out of the armchair they were sitting on. There seemed to be only two options: stay down here and wait for Peter and James to ask them a million questions, or try to go up the stairs.
“I don’t doubt that you’re a real boy, Remus, so you would be able to go up, but I’m… I’m not. There’s no staircase for someone that’s neither a boy nor a girl.”
All of a sudden, a voice “tut-tutted” behind Remus. Sirius looked up to see a portrait of a person wearing period clothing and a large hat, waving their finger.
“You just have to look for it, Sirius,” said the person in the portrait.
“I… who are you?”
“I’m Sarah. Unfortunately, in my time, I was not allowed to change my name, so people usually treated me as a girl, when I am not one. I was faced with this same problem when I came to Hogwarts, dear. The staircase reveals itself to those who need it, and it will offer you a choice: you can choose a special room, just for you, or you can choose a pathway to friends whom you know will accept you. I chose the staircase to my best friend’s room, and he ended up being… not who I thought he was. But Remus here, he’s a boy, and you already know he is accepting of any gender. He will be able to go up the boys’ stairs, and you will find the special staircase.”
“I…”
Sirius was surprised. They had never heard of non-binary people in olden days. They would have to talk more to this Sarah to learn about their experiences.
“Where is the staircase?”
“I told you, dear, you’ll find it on your own, once Remus has left the common room,” Sarah said, and then they turned to Remus. “You’ll be able to go join your friends upstairs, sweetie.”
Sarah smiled warmly and promptly walked out of their portrait.
Sirius was still wide-eyed. A portrait had just directly spoken to them and told them what to do. The portraits at home just fired off curses and insults.
“So…” Remus smiled. “I’ll see you upstairs?”
“I… yeah, I… I guess.”
Remus put a hand on their shoulder and then walked to the boys’ stairs. He took a deep breath and climbed the first few steps. Nothing happened. He grinned, looked at Sirius one more time, and disappeared up the steps.
Everyone had gone up to bed now, and Sirius was alone. They looked around the room, trying to find a clue, but they didn’t have to search long before hearing a “click” between the two normal staircases. They turned around and saw a wall separating, revealing a small set of steps leading up to a source of light. Sirius gathered their courage and made their way to the other side of the room and up the stairs. The wall closed behind them.
They were in a small lounge, chairs and couches everywhere, and they could see an open door. Beyond that door was a room containing a few beds and a sink. Everything was decorated lavishly, and everything was clean and non-dusty, although this room didn’t seem to be used very often. But what caught their attention was another, spiralling set of stairs, leading up into the ceiling. They guessed that whichever friend they thought of, this staircase would lead them to them. Sirius was ready.
They concentrated hard on Remus, with his messy light brown hair and warm, amber eyes, and started up the stairs.

anonymous asked:

I was just thinking this would be a funny concept if you'd like to explore it: Niall realizes he's dating the female version of Harry. Like he suddenly realizes Harry and his SO have a ton in common personality-wise and it freaks him out for a minute

I was late.  I hated being late.  I was anal-retentive about a lot of things.  No one could touch my closet, I had a certain way things should be in the kitchen and I was never, ever late.  She and I were leaving for Las Vegas this afternoon.  I was supposed to be performing at the iHeartmusic Festival which was already nerve wracking enough for me, but we were also going to be meeting two out of three of my bandmates.  I think I might’ve been more nervous than she was.  She and Harry would get along fine, she and Louis?  Well, it could go either way.

We’d been dating for a year.  The best year of my life along with the year after we’d signed our first record deal.  I was in love.  Desperately.  I was gonna marry this girl.

I ran through the front door,

“Angel!!”  I called out as the door slammed behind me.  I took the stairs two at a time before stopping halfway up them when a pungent odor invaded my nostrils. 

What the…

It smelled like garbage.

And feet.

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Mr. No Name Kid (P2)

((this is a continued part for this, which I submitted to @connorxxmurphy! Enjoy~))


Since the first note, Evan had gotten some more, all of them were signed the same. ‘Sincerely, Mr. No Name Kid’. He was filled with warmth and appreciation for this guy, but who was he? 

“Chill, Evan. So this dude’s anonymous, you probably know him,” Jared commented as Evan paced.

“I mean, read it, it’s all just mushy gay stuff about your eyes, hair and personality.” The glasses- wearing teen snorted, and mimicked a Shakesperian actor’s grave voice.

“Your voice, is the clearest and the way you-” 

“Stop that!” Evan yelped and snatched back the note, he was blushing.

 Jared gave a small laugh, “OK, I’ll stop, you dork!” 

Evan continued with what he was saying before Jared’s antics, “I appreciate them so much! A-and, I wanna write them back and tell them they’re wonderful! but I don’t know who they are.”

Jared looked him over and decided he would help him, “Write them back, stick the note on your locker, and then stakeout to see who takes it! Easy as pie.” 

Evan nodded, “Alright, will you come with me…?”

“Yeah sure, gotta give whoever this is the Shovel talk, y’know?” 

“J-Jared!!”


That morning, between 4-5th period (literature and AP US history), the two boys staked out in the boys’ bathroom. It was a bit far from Evan’s Locke, but it’d have to do.

“I feel like I’m playing hide-and-seek and the seeker is coming close to my hideout.” Evan muttered quietly and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. Jared shushed him, signaling for Eva to come look.

Someone was by his locker. Someone with wavy brown hair. And that someone was Connor Murphy.

“What??” Evan slid down the wall, when he looked back at Connor one last time, he was smiling as he read the note Evan wrote. He slid a piece of paper between Evan’s locker slots. Connor shook his head and pocketed the note.

Evan felt the beginning of a smile push his mouth up. Connor Murphy liked him!

He heard amused laughter above him, Jared was hunched over, “Oh- oh wow- hahaha! I CAN’T BREATHE!” He stopped to look at Evan who was smiling at his locker, and burst into laughter again. 

“Look at you two dopes! All these smiles!” Jared clutched at his heart in exaggeration, he sniffed. “My baby boy, all grown up!”

“J-just stop it, Jared!!” 

“OK, OK. Sorry.”

Evan walked up to his locker, smiling, he leaned against it. Mr. No Name Kid had a name now.

Long Distance (Chapter Thirteen)

2500 words of NSFW guys. Bucky tries out his arm. And it works really well. That’s actually all I’m going to say. Smut Under The Cut

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

Enjoy :)
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Tony was on all fours, straddling Steve’s legs, pressing his face into a solid chest, trying to quiet his moans, digging his fingers into big arms, trying to keep himself still.

It wasn’t easy.

Not like this.

Steve was running gentle circles over his back, soothing strokes and soft words of encouragement, scratching his nails lightly through Tony’s hair.

And Bucky— well Bucky was trying to make Tony scream.

The elevator ride up to Tony’s penthouse had passed in a blur of heated kisses and roaming hands. Tony didn’t even remember leading his boyfriends to the bedroom, but here they were. He didn’t even really remember getting undressed, even though he was pretty sure Steve had ripped his pants as he yanked them off, and Bucky hadn’t even tried to save his shirt.

So they were naked , all of them, and there was so much skin and heated flesh that Tony thought he could be drunk on it.

Or at least he could be if Bucky wasn’t currently trying his damnest to make him lose his mind.

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A person who requested to be anon prompted: 

For the Captain America, could I see something cute/heartwarming with Sam Wilson hanging out with some refugee school kids?  

“Hey – who’re the kids?” Sam asked, standing in the lobby of Stark Tower. They had great coffee in the residential levels, but sometimes you just jonesed for a Starbucks and a cake pop. 

A troop of children, probably between about six and fourteen, were following a guy in a white lab coat through the lobby, all of them wearing visitor’s lanyards. 

Natasha took a sip of her latte. “Arno’s Kids.”

“Who’s Arno?”

“Tony’s grandfather.”

Sam whistled low. “Old man got around.”

She smacked him on the arm. “It’s a program the Maria Stark Foundation started. They take on refugee families, make sure they have basic supplies, give the kids some field trips so the parents have some me-time.”

“So why Arno?”

“Arno was an immigrant. He arrived with the clothes on his back and a smile. Tony thinks he was fleeing something.” 

“Huh,” Sam said, finishing his cake pop. “Hey, I’ll catch up with you later, ok?” he said, and Natasha grinned at the look in his eye.

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Sam, who was conscious of good branding, almost always wore a Cap shield shirt when he went out these days. His logo had little wings on either side, just to remind people oh yeah, Falcon is Cap now

His plan worked like a charm for the kids; he hustled his ass onto the elevator with them, and saw several sets of eyes widen as he turned around, waiting for the door to close. Just after it did, one of the kids tugged on his pants pocket.

“Captain America?” she asked. “Sam Wilson Captain America?”

He grinned at her and offered his hand even as the field trip docent opened her mouth to scold. “Yeah, I’m Captain America. You must be Arno’s Kids, huh?” he asked, and several of them gasped. “I thought I’d come along today. You’re going to the robotics museum?”

The door dinged open on the lobby of the tenth floor robotics museum. The docent gaped at him.

“It’s cool, right?” Sam asked her, with a wide grin. She nodded. “Awesome. Hey, you guys wanna see a robot that can pick up and throw a water balloon?” 

They all cheered, clustering around him like chicks as he led the way to the Splatter Zone (Tony knew his target market when it came to kids and robots). Most of them ran immediately for the robot that was very obviously the designated throwing machine, but one of the little ones held back with Sam. He put up his hand, and Sam thought he wanted him to hold it, but instead he patted the back of Sam’s hand with his. They had about the same skin color.

“Captain America,” the kid said, awed, staring at their hands. 

“You want me to pick you up so you can see?” Sam asked. 

“Yes please!” 

Sam hefted the kid up, holding him around the waist with one arm. The boy leaned forward, spreading his arms, and announced, “Falcon!” 

“That’s right, kid, Captain America and Falcon,” Sam assured him, and then everyone was distracted when a robot flung a water balloon twenty feet – straight up in the air. 

Sam wiped water out of his eyes and grinned. He’d have to have a talk with Tony about working a little Captain America Time into the Arno’s Kids program. 

Fireworks

Characters:  Reader x Dean (Brief cameo by Sam)

Summary:  Dean and reader escape the bunker on a warm summer evening.

A/N:  This is for @jensen-jarpad  ‘s challenge, “Let’s Celebrate”.

Word Count:  2199

Warnings:  Smut/Language

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.  Tags are at the bottom. There is still room on my Forever Tag list.  Please add yourself here

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Fireworks

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” I urge.

Sam groans, Dean looks mildly intrigued.  

“I have work to do, but you two go on, have fun,” Sam says. He sounds like a dad sending his annoying kids off to play. Dean and I have both been feeling restless, the walls of the bunker closing in on us.  

We’ve been cooped up in here too long, no case to work, no outlet for our energy. Dean’s like me in that regard. Too much time sitting idle makes me antsy. I’m about ready to climb the walls.

“I’m in,” Dean says, pushing his chair away from the table.

“Yay!” I exclaim, a little overenthusiastically. “I’m going to go get changed.”

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Dean’s eyes widen when I rejoin him in the library in my cutoff denim shorts and star-spangled halter top. A thrill shoots through me when I see him taking in my curves and lines with appreciation.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Just need a few supplies first.” He follows me to to the kitchen where I pull two six packs out of the fridge. “You grab the cooler.”

Dean returns with the green cooler just as I finish making sandwiches. “Ice,” I direct him. Dean loads the cooler while I go snag a blanket.  

“All set?” he asks.

I can’t keep the dopey grin off my face. “Yes!”  I’m so unbelievably excited to get out of the bunker. Especially with Dean.  

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Alright I mean I had to do it and don’t mind the cheesy title, I promise this ones not that corny. I added Reggie cuz I love him and I miss him!
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Jughead wiped the sweat from his forehead and leaned against the metal shovel he was carrying, Archie was stretching his back clearly sore from this mornings aggressive concrete pouring. They’d all been at the site for hours and Their day had only just begun, Reggie and Kevin made their way over to the pair of sweaty boys.

“Dude I’m all for helping out your dad but I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to lift for days after this, and that’s coming from Mantle the Magnificent, I can carry a damn ox, I can’t even imagine how Kevin must feel right now.” Reggie shot a smirk in Kevin’s direction, rolling his shoulders daintily he just shrugged

“I feel fine, fit as a fiddle.”

Moose joined the group with a shake of his head and a hidden smile “yeah well that’s because anytime something is too heavy, he calls me over.”

Archie laughed and clapped Reggie on the shoulder “I wanna thank you guys again, this really means a lot to me. I know how much me and my dad appreciate it.”

All of a sudden Reggies eyes went wide as he stared at something behind Jughead and Archie

“Oh no, that is thanks enough” he stated practically drooling.

Archie and jughead turned to see what the boy was looking at as Kevin gasped “holy fifth harmony music video.”

Coming towards them almost in slow motion was Betty, Veronica and Josie, all decked out in construction hats and holding shovels over their shoulders, their hair seemed to be blowing in the wind and jughead was certain that if this was a movie some sexy R&B song would be playing in the background.

While Reggie, Moose and Archie all seemed to be panting and staring at the three girls, trying to decide who to watch, Jugheads eyes were glued only on Betty. He didn’t think he had ever had a sexual fantasy but damn, this was a dream come true.

She looked amazing in her tiny cut off shorts Showing her long tan legs, a red and black flannel was tied around her waist and loosely hanging behind her, she had on a form fitting white tank top and her shoulders were partly covered with unruly honey blonde curls, the construction hat lopsided on her head. He wanted nothing more than to tug her into his body and kiss that silly hat right off of her head. Betty noticed his stare and blushed a light pink, her eyes lingering on his bare arms as she darted out her tongue to look her bubblegum pink lips.

Veronica dropped her shovel to the ground and smiled at Archie, “were here to help, send me to my post boss!” She fake saluted him and he finally swallowed smiling gently at the kind hearted girls.

“You don’t have to do this guys, I know it’s not really your scene.”

Betty shook her head “you guys need help and that’s what you’re gonna get, we may not be the most handy but I’m good with a tool set and Josie and Ronnie are small they can get in tiny areas. We can help, let us help.”

Archie nodded and broke out into a grin
“Well alright we’ll pair off then, Ronnie you can be with me, Betty you’ll be with…”

Jughead cut him off “me. She’ll be with me.”

Betty blushed again and smiled moving to stand near her partner as Archie paired Josie with Reggie “okay guys we’ll meet up in two hours, be careful and if you need anything my dads right in his office. Thankyou guys.”

Jughead grabbed the shovel out of Betty’s hands and tugged her towards where he had been pouring cement “you’re something else Betty Cooper, you never cease to amaze me.” She giggled at him and smiled “and I hope I never do. Now show me how to do the cement” she seemed genuinely excited and for the next hour and a half they built walls with brick and cement and shared stories teasing each other the whole time.

After three whole walls Betty dropped the smoother and sighed heavily,

“Okay that’s it, my poor little arms are about to fall off, I can’t cheerlead with out arms.”

Jughead laughed and dropped his own tool moving to stand by her “you did really good, I’m always impressed by how quick you learn things, also you’re ability to try things you never have before.” He stood in front of her and smiled at the amazing girl in front of him.

Suddenly the air shifted and Betty was closer than he remembered, her hands moving to draw lazy circles on his biceps, biting her lip she looked up at him “wanna know something else I’ve never tried?” she whispered

He gulped at the feeling of her cool fingertips on his bare skin and the way her teeth tugged at those soft lips “what’s that?” He choked out

She reached up and whispered in his ear “I’ve never made out with anyone on a construction site.”

That was all it took for him to lose control, he let out a low growl and hooked his arms around Betty’s backside lifting her onto the dried concrete wall as he cut off her giggle with his own mouth.

They fought for dominance, each of them feeling so strongly passionate, it was new and it was different and it was amazing, when Jughead placed his open palms on the bare skin of her thighs, Betty slid her hands under his tank top, feeling his toned muscular back she scraped her fingers nails over the skin and he groaned into her mouth, biting down onto her bottom lip
Jughead shifted Betty so she was pushed up against the wall still sitting on the stone his legs in between hers,

“Bets” he moaned, moving to kiss along her jaw and the sensitive sweet spot that was her neck. she whimpered at the sensation and sighed breathily “you’re not allowed to wear sleeves ever again” her hands ran up and down his arms as he pulled back and gave her a silly smile raising his brow “don’t stop!” She pouted, pulling him back to her lips.

He smiled into the kiss and he didn’t think he would ever be this turned on again in his entire life, he had never had these urges before so it only made it all so much more intense

“You’re everything” he whispered into her neck as she kissed behind his ear, she pulled away this time, looking at him confused. Jughead just shook his head “you don’t know what you mean to me, what you do to me.” He whispered leaning his forehead against hers, his hands resting in her butt pockets, she just smiled

“You’re everything to me too Juggie.” She brought him in for another kiss when suddenly the clearing of a throat drew them out of their bubble.

Standing there smirking and holding two cokes was none other than Fred Andrews, both the teens blushed scarlet as Betty went to tuck in her tank top and jughead searched for his hard hat.

“The rest of the gang is looking for you two, you might wanna head over there.” He placed the sodas on the wall with an amused smile “oh and Betty?”

She looked up from her place on the wall
“Yes Mr.Andrews?” She said thoroughly embarrassed.

“Your flannel is draped over the cement mixer.” With that he walked away , leaving both the teens staring after him in embarrassed, stunned silence.

Finally, Jughead grabbed her flannel and walked to her to tie it around her waist, pulling her in for one final kiss as they left the safety of their own little corner.

Half way to the rest of the group Betty turned to Jughead “hey Juggie?” She asked

He raised a brow and hummed “hmm?”

She sighed, smoothing her frazzled hair
“I think from now on, you better work from home.”