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butwhyduh · 4 years ago

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Fit to be Tied

Jason Todd x reader

Warning: Christmas? And the f word.

Christmas series 2

Jason didn’t pay much attention to holidays. Nope. That was for the living. He didn’t have much of need for it. But he did know that Christmas was quiet and New Years was busy for patrol. He guessed everyone ate Christmas dinner and and then got bored of playing nice. Or maybe that just wanted to start the new year with a big ass bang. Who knows?

Even when he was a kid, he didn’t celebrate the holidays. Too poor, mom too lost in drugs, and dad? Well fuck him. He was a piece of shit when he was around.

Jason kicked a beer can out of his way into the pile of trash on the sidewalk. They didn’t get the trash again this week it looked like. Daddy Bruce could play bat but couldn’t throw his money around enough to keep trash from piling on the street.

It was fine. He had more important things to do anyways. He had to buy a Christmas present. He didn’t care for the holidays but the sweet girl he had at home was a doll and fuck, if she didn’t deserve something. So Jason went down to the local pawn shop. Usually not a problem but it was 2 AM. Not exactly prime business hours.

So yes, Red Hood was breaking into a pawn shop to get a bracelet. He was leaving cash, $20 over the cost too. It was something you had seen earlier in the week and had admired. Gems of some kind shaped to look like a butterfly. You’d taken a minute longer to stare at it.

He left as quick as he came. And it wasn’t long until he was opening the window of your apartment dressed in street clothes. You were asleep. Jason had used the excuse of patrol to get out. But in the early morning hours of Christmas, he wanted to wake you.

“Princess,” he said gently. You moved a little before opening your eyes. You smiled up at him. Fuck, he didn’t deserve the way you looked at him. Your eyes looked so innocent and sweet. You never looked at him like he scared you.

“Jaybird, what’s going on?”

“I got you something for Christmas and it’s technically Christmas..” he said pulling out the box. You sat up, curious.

“It’s Christmas Eve. You got me something? I didn’t think we were- I didn’t get anything. I couldn’t-“ you said turning red. Money was too tight to consider it. The fact that the heat was still on this late in the month was a Christmas miracle.

“No no. It’s fine. Just being here is enough for me. I’ve never really celebrated Christmas anyways,” Jason said pushing the box in your hand. You held the box before kissing him.

You opened the box to see the bracelet you had been looking at the pawn shop. You smiled and stared at the pretty little butterfly. Jason watched you carefully for a reaction. He’d never admit it but he was more nervous now than fighting on the street.

“You saw me looking at it. I didn’t think you’d notice,” you murmured softly as you picked it up. Jason took it and wrapped it around your wrist. He clasped it on and you looked at it, moving your wrist in the light.

“Thank you. It’s beautiful,” you said quietly looking at it. You had a little grin on your face. Jason smiled. That’s the look he wanted. That little bit of happiness that you showed when you were really pleased. He intertwined his fingers in yours.

“Princess, you’re so cold,” Jason said with a frown. He could feel it colder outside but now that he was getting used to the temperature, it wasn’t warm as it should be.

“The heater was acting up again so I turned it down. The blankets are plenty warm,” you said and his heart all but broke. There was no way he was going to let you be cold all winter because the landlord wouldn’t fix things. He might pay this guy a visit. You sensed his anger.

“It’s okay, Jay. Come lay with me and get warm,” you said taking his hands. He let you pull him into bed. He kicked off his pants and shoes and laid on his side. You curled into him as a little spoon. His long big frame all but engulfed you. It always felt to protective. If he was holding you, he knew you were safe. Jason ran his fingers along your bracelet soft as his rough fingers could.

“You’re so good to me,” you said softly and his heart clenched again. Fuck, if you knew all the bad he did. His messed up past. He thought you would have run away when you first learned he was Red Hood but no, you had been kind.

“Naw, Princess you deserve more then this shitty place,” he said, and for the first time, he felt a little bad about giving all of his trust fund to the soup kitchen he would visit as a kid. A little would have been nice to get a better place for you. But he had been making a ton crushing the drug trade at the time and didn’t have a girl back home when he did it. He couldn’t be as reckless now.

You turned in his arms to look in his blue eyes. He has such an intense look on his face that you frowned. “Jaybird, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said pulling his face back to normal. “Just thinking. I wanna move you to a better place, a safer place than this,” he said running his thumb across your cheeks. You grasped his wrist and leaned into his touch. Jason would sometimes get like that. Thinking you deserved better. And you humored him even though you wouldn’t even know what to do with wealth.

“We’re moving. Soon. I’m promising now,” he said thinking about the painful conversation he was going to have with Bruce. His adoptive father he hadn’t even told you about. Bruce would do just about anything Jason asked. Probably the guilt of letting him die.

“But Jay, we’d miss the water that went from boiling to freezing at random. And I’m not sure if I can sleep without Mr and Mrs Jancowski having sex every Tuesday at 2 AM,” you said with a smile. He kissed you to shut you up. You were joking but each one felt like a little knife in his guilt. You pulled him over you and the thought of money troubles faded from your mind.

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Jason woke before you and watched you sleep. You laid on his chest with your hand in his hair and your soft breath on his throat. The bracelet was still on your wrist. You looked so peaceful, trusted him while you slept. Jason carefully grabbed his phone and texted Alfred. He’d also have to tell you about his adoptive family. His very famous adoptive family.

He threaded his fingers in your hand that was flung across his waist. You began to stir. Jason moved hair from your face and you blinked to see his pale blue eyes watching you.

“Morning, Princess,” he said with a rough morning voice. You smiled.

“Morning, Jaybird.”

“I’ve got something to tell you,” he started. “I want you to meet my family tonight.”

“Tonight? Your family? I thought your parents...” you trailed off.

“I was adopted. I never told you because I don’t have the best relationship with them. But I think it’s time for you to meet them. I’ve got to tell you something else,” he said and you could hear his heart beat quicker as you laid on him.

“My adoptive father is Bruce Wayne.”

Silence.

“You’re shitting me.”

“Nope. And tonight I’m taking you to meet him. And my adoptive siblings.”

“You aren’t joking,” you said sitting up. Jason sat up too.

“I’m not. I’m kinda the... black sheep of the family. He adopted me when I was 12. I was trying to boost the wheels from the b- Bentley he was driving,” Jason corrected. It was one thing to tell you he was Red Hood. He couldn’t say Bruce Wayne was Batman.

“Wow. I- wow. Okay. That’s a lot to take in. Also on brand to be honest,” you said and he smiled and shrugged.

“Wait. What the fuck do you wear to the freaking Wayne manor for Christmas Eve?” You said a little panicky.

“Whatever you want. It’s just family,” he said with a sideways smile.

“Oh no. I can’t go to freaking Wayne Manor in a Kmart sweater,” you said quickly.

“You can wear,” he said hopping out of bed. He dug way in the back of his closet for a pretty red sweater that was slightly oversized. “This. Should fit fine. Pretty expensive too.”

“Where the hell did you get that?”

“I’ve had it for year and it definitely doesn’t fit now,” Jason said with a laugh. “Try it on.”

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The weather sucked. Freaking sleet that threatened everything it touched. You were grateful it wasn’t a night of Jason patrolling. This meant taking your car instead of Jason’s motorcycle. Your car was at least 15 years old and you called it Frankenstein because of all the repairs done over the years.

The radio skipped as Jason drove over a speed bump by Wayne Manor and you burst out laughing. Jason looked at you from the side.

“It’s not that funny,” he said. “What’s up?”

“My car is trash, I’m wearing your old sweater, and we’re late. If you weren’t the black sheep before, bringing me home, you will be now,” you said. He grabbed your hand and parked in front of a random house.

“I’ve been the black sheep since I was a kid and you aren’t going to change any thing for the worse. Trust me. In fact they’ll probably think you’re too good for me,” Jason said with a dry chuckle. “So don’t worry about anything. Except making room for pudding. I know it sounds weird,” he said starting to drive again. “But it’s the best part of Christmas.”

Wayne Manor was huge. You knew that. You’d even seen it on tv. But to see it in front of you was honestly terrifying, especially in the nasty weather. You almost hoped Jason was playing some weird elaborate joke and was going to drive on by but he knew the passcode to the gate. He drove in the covered drop off spot by the front door and parked. You both quickly ran in the building.

The front entry was breathtaking. A gigantic Christmas tree and a full staircase decked out in garland like a Hallmark movie. It was like a magazine. In fact, it was in the Christmas episode of Gotham Life the year before.

You gripped Jason’s hand tightly as you walked down the hall. Your shoes sounded unnaturally loud and you had the urge to quiet them like it was a library. Jason pulled you to the doorway of a dinning room full of people settling to eat. Jadon cleared his throat.

“Master Jason! You made it,” Alfred said excitedly. “I recieved your message but it’s been many years. Sit. Sit.”

“Glad you could come,” Jason’s brother Dick said with a grin. He looked at you in curious excitement. You looked down at some kind of mushroom soup placed in front of you. Everyone else was dressed so nicely and ate so perfectly. It was intimidating.

“Yeah, it’s Christmas,” Jason said shrugging. He gave Dick a look that said don’t ask. It didn’t take much for Dick to drop it because he seemed incredibly distracted. You spent most of the meal trying to keep up on conversations you clearly didn’t understand while trying food you’ve never seen before. You could barely remember everyone you were introduced to. One of Jason’s sister(s?) gave you a big hug along with everyone else when she arrived. You couldn’t tell anyone what was even said after the meal. Or so you thought.

Until right across from you, Dick proposes to his girlfriend. He stuttered around before finally asking. “Will you marry me? Oh god, I have a ring,” he said producing one. Everyone watched as she stared in the box.

“Will I marry you?” She asked faintly and you worried she’d say no. How terrible would it be??

“Please say something,” he pleaded and you could tell the man was practically in pain before she said yes. They kissed, the family applauded, and champagne was served.

Jason watched you from the corner of his eyes. How did you react to this? What did you think? You didn’t look jealous or anything. It made Jason think of marriage. He hadn’t before. He’d thought about moving into something more permanent but marriage. He’d never thought about marriage as his future, ever. Of course when you die at 16 and come back with a vengeance, love is low on the priority list.

“Jaybird, you there,” you asked slightly tapping his shoulder. He blinked and looked at you.

“Yeah, I’m here. Just in my head,” he said and you nodded. He’d do that sometimes.

“The party is moving to the parlor,” you said quietly in a proper rich Gothamite voice and Jason huffed before covering his smiling mouth with a nose rub. The rest of the group was moving ahead of you. Dick and his new fiancé were retiring for the night.

“I’m never going to hear the end of it, am I?”

“I’m so sorry, dearest. I can’t understand you with a silver spoon in your mouth,” you laughed. Jason rolled his eyes before guiding your shoulders towards the door. You heard a soft laugh behind you and you turned to see Tim’s girlfriend smiling.

“Sorry to interrupt but I’ve got to use that on Tim,” she said grabbing her coat and walking out.

After making sure you were cool with hanging with Tim’s girlfriend and their adoptive sister Cass, Jason and Tim started a very competitive game of pool. You couldn’t help but look at things that cost more than you’ve ever even seen. The chess set Damian and his girlfriend were playing with probably cost more than your car.

But it was Christmas and you tried to push your insecurities aside. It was a fun evening. A glass of wine you kept sipping on helped as well.

After a while Bruce announced that the roads were too bad and that no one was leaving. Jason clenched his jaw for a second before looking at you and relaxing. He didn’t want to stay but he wasn’t risking your health in any way. Instead he focused on the game.

“So if I win,” Jason said a full hour later. By this time, Damian’s girlfriend had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Your eyes felt a little heavy as well. “I get the penthouse.”

“Sure Jay. That’s Bruce’s. But I’m willing to gamble it,” Tim said throwing his hands up at the ridiculousness.

“I accept terms,” Bruce said. Both boys looked at him surprised. “Whoever wins gets the penthouse.”

You turned quickly to watch the game. Okay, is that a normal thing for them? To bet property. The look on everyone’s face said that no it wasn’t normal.

Jason was excellent at pool. It was a common for you both to go down to the pool hall and play some games. Jason would occasionally make some money playing and he did often as a kid. It was also a way to waste time when your mom was throwing beers back like a fish, like Jason’s mother did. Tim didn’t stand a chance. He wasn’t as good and looked almost like he was in pain occasionally. But maybe it wasn’t a real competition? Maybe Bruce was trying to give Jason something he’d always want to but didn’t know how. Jason easily won the game.

“So the penthouse is mine?” Jason asked. Bruce nodded and shrugged. Tim softly coughed in his hand. Your heart raced. They couldn’t be serious.

“If you’ll live in it,” Bruce said. Damian was carefully carrying his girlfriend upstairs.

“Deal,” Jason says quickly.

“Deal,” Bruce said looking quiet pleased. Was this his plan all along?

“I guess, deal?” Tim said confused. “Though you should owe me. You’re the one that got me shot.”

Your brain broke. He was shot? And it was Jason’s fault?

“What?! You got him shot?” Tim’s girlfriend asked loudly. Tim blanched.

“Not my fault.”

“Literally your fault,” Tim countered.

“What did you do?” You asked looking at him suspiciously. He offered you a sheepish smile.

“I might have said ‘what are you gonna do, shoot us?’ I meant me. Not Tim! He also has a bulletproof suit,” Jason said. Tim must be a vigilante too. You glared at Jason.

“That’s not in the report,” Bruce said with his eyes narrowing.

“Good night everybody. Merry Christmas,” Jason said pulling you from the room and up to his childhood room.

“You’re in so much trouble,” you said and he grinned.

“I’ll deal with it tomorrow. How do you feel about a penthouse? Better than our current place hu?” Jason said pulling you close. You felt dizzy at the idea.

“Seriously? We can’t afford it,” you said trying to stay grounded. It was too good to be true. Things like that didn’t happen to people like you.

“I think I know a guy who can keep the lights on,” he joked and you gave him a serious look. “Don’t worry about it. Just enjoy the idea of constant hot water. Lights never going off,” Jason said pushing you towards the bed. “No one can hear me make you scream.”

“Tempting. Very tempting,” you said and of fucking course it was. A safe beautiful clean penthouse over your trashy scary apartment wasn’t even a contest. Jason pushed you on the bed and hovered over you.

“What are you doing,” you asked flushed but still encouraging him. It was still his dad’s house and he was getting handsy.

“Trying to have sex with my girlfriend on my old bed like every guy ever has dreamed of,” Jason said. He nipped at your throat. You gasped.

“Got to be quiet, Princess,” he whispered and you pulled him down to kiss more.

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The next morning you woke to an empty bed. You fixed your hair as best you could and threw on Jason’s sweatshirt before going downstairs. You caught a glimpse of the kitchen as Bruce slowly slid a set of keys Jason’s way before taking a long drink from his coffee. “I’m glad you made home for Christmas this year, Jason.” The penthouse.

“Morning,” Bruce said to you nodding before leaving the room. Jason was alone in the kitchen but you could hear others in the breakfast nook a door over.

“Keys,” Jason said showing you. “And no lecture.”

You gave him a hug and looked at the shiny metal keys. It would be a while before you could handle the idea of a freaking penthouse being yours. “But you should get something for Tim. You did get him shot.”

“Let him shoot me?”

“Jason, no.”

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saintlevrant · 4 years ago

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞-𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩?

𝑞'𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 — Use of first person. Crack! My wifi is down, and I can't do my school work. So, let's dilly dally! ♡

tw: mature language

𝐎𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐧

♤ personal manager

♤ 10/10 employer

♤ gives random raises and bonuses like it's nothing

♤ also buys a gratuity gift for being his personal manager

♤ "I know it's not much, but it's a little something."

♤ and he just eagerly stands there while I open it

♤ if it's something stupid, on everything, Imma act like that shit is the coolest thing ever given to me just to make him happy

♤ "Gahlee, my guy! This shit cleaner than a bitch! Where'd you get it from?"

♤ his grin is so goofy afterwards

♤ such a sweet man, but ong he stinks after a game

♤ please, y'all know how those jocks in the hallway smell on a daily basis? it's that + make it ✨ sweaty ✨

♤ I'd have to wash his uniform and force him to shower 3 times to get that stench off

♤ hahaha he had me in the first half

𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

♤ rice processor

♤ 17/10 employer!!!

♤ he'd probably want some help harvesting the rice, but me and outdoors don't get along

♤ mans does not ask questions after I tell him that

♤ the king of approving whack ass vacation days

♤ he'd let me stay home for a month because I asked and still pay me while I'm gone

♤ he also buys his workers breakfast and lunch without taking it out of our paychecks

♤ the best employer on the block

♤ worse part of the job is when he calls meetings

♤ only calls them when sales go down

♤ he has 5 people that work for him (the two harvesters, me, the dude that picks up the rice to deliver it, and homegirl that takes record of the amount of rice harvested)

♤ we sit at a round table and he, deadass, stares into everyone's soul

♤ "Sales... are down."

♤ scariest statement I'd ever hear ✋🏾

𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

♤ idk, man. his receptionist?

♤ 6/10 employer

♤ don't get me wrong, probably the coolest employer out of all of them

♤ would probably try to drag me everywhere with the team

♤ bitch, I'm supposed to be at home managing your business calls, not out here babysitting a whole volleyball team

♤ swear, this dude forgets to pay me every other month

♤ that means I get paid once every 2-3 months

♤ how am I supposed to LIVE???

♤ really gotta learn how to ration that shit, ig. wealthy girlies could never.

♤ the pay day might be sporadic but he pays a shit ton when he remembers to

♤ I don't get to take vacation days with him, not because he won't let me, but because, I'm scared to leave him to fend for himself

♤ worst part is that he makes me clean up his house

♤ "Got anything goin after the game?"

♤ "Swear. I gotta go do some chores."

♤ "Does that mean yer cleanin my house today?"

♤ no, Atsumu. I'm not ya fookin nanny

𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

♤ dish washer

♤ 13/10 employer!

♤ tried to make me a waitress at first

♤ told him that I'm not a people person, but he kept asking so politely

♤ I mean, homie is super hard to say no to

♤ so, I did it anyway. I'd pay attention to the orders, but I wouldn't talk to them

♤ other than me LOOMING over the customers silently when they needed a refill, I'd be a pretty decent waitress

♤ yeah, he automatically knew that I was right about wanting to be a dish washer

♤ I become the dishwasher (yessssir!)

♤ I literally scrub the dishes so clean that they started squeaking

♤ all the workers are thinking that the utensils and plates are going to break

♤ girl, no. them thangs have to be sterilized. there's a mf pandemic out there

♤ probably the most laid back employer

♤ he's the second most organized after Kita

♤ he pays good money too, and he does not forget to pay on time

♤ vacation days are up to a week per pay period, but he's nice about it

♤ paid leave is only when I get sick + bonuses are only for holidays and birthdays

♤ FREE LUNCH!!!

♤ pick anything off the menu and that's lunch

♤ Imma be milking the shit out of that opportunity cause I want that free lunch to keep coming

♤ "Mr. Osamu, put it on god you made this."

♤ "Ha ha, yeah, I made it."

♤ "On my mama, this hoe bussin! Keep doing what you doing."

♤ the worst thing is having to touch other people's messes. ong that's gross.

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨̄

♤ personal assistant

♤ 4.5/10 employer

♤ the absolute worst one to work for

♤ does not care about anything except what he wants done

♤ you think that he can't be that bad, but I'm telling the truth

♤ calls in the middle of the night for stupid ass errand runs with no reason at all

♤ he has shawties

♤ and he has a bunch of them, like he's trying to be gen z's flavor flav

♤ he orders me to go pick one of them up and take them back to his house OUTSIDE OF WORKING HOURS

♤ uh, I don't know if he forgot, but I ain't his fucking chauffeuse. I'm the assistant

♤ but I let it slide because his shawties are really nice and deserve to be driven instead of walking alone at night

♤ he just ruins it though cause he proceeds to tell me to go pick up some condoms and lube

♤ chile, I knew that they were gonna have a lil seggs, but I ain't wanna hear it from homie himself

♤ deadass, I just bought some of that shit about a couple of weeks ago

♤ I'd go anyway though, ya know? for the coin

♤ cause he pays decently, not as much as Atsumu, but then again, he pays weekly (that's where 2.5 of his rating comes from)

♤ don't expect any vacation days, raises, or bonuses. you're setting yourself up for failure if you do

♤ all I get is a day off each week and a 10 minute lunch break during working hours

♤ the shawty fiasco isn't even the worse part

♤ when he has his old team over his place or just any company, he shits on everything I'd do

♤ most of Inarizaki are foodies, so if he tells me to go pick up some din dins for them and HE doesn't like it, he's gonna throw it all away and tell me to go get something else

♤ "Try again. This time you better not fuck up."

♤ and he be saying that shit in front of everyone

♤ whatever, g. I should've gone to Shiratorizawa.

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regular-nessian-trash · 5 years ago

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It’s Vegas, Baby - Chapter II

Summary: Nesta goes out to the store and so does Cassian. Classic Nesta, she thinks he’s stalking her. Trust me it’s more interesting than it sounds lol(I hope)

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I'm back on my grind yall *sunglasses emoji*

Nicknames:

Feyby- Feyre(its supposed to be like feyre and baby put together cause shes the baby of the family)

Nestella- Nesta(its supposed to be nesta and nutella. u will learn more later;)

Tiny Ancient One- Amren(kinda self explanatory)

Mor Boobiez Plz- Mor(idk i just thought it was funny lol)

"I'm home!" Nesta calls out to Feyre. She can smell pizza and instantly strides towards the kitchen, where she finds Feyre with a large cheese pizza still in the box, half-eaten.

"Finally! I was beginning to wonder if you and Cassian finally acknowledged the sexual tension between yourselves and fucked."

"Feyre! That is not appropriate to say at all! Cassian and I are barely colleagues, we will never be anything so stop with your meddling!" Nesta replied, trying to will down a bright red blush. Feyre and her boyfriend, Rhys, had this insane idea that she and Cassian were made for each other, it didn't help that Cassian was constantly flirting with her either.

"We're back!" Mor and Amren had just gotten home from some party, with Mor holding Duchess, their shared Chinese Crested Dog. When the four of them bought a penthouse together Feyre and Mor wanted a dog, and Nesta and Amren didn't. After begging and pleading with her sister and friend to please give him away after they adopted him they finally decided to just lock her, Amren, and Duchess in a room together. They all became friends, and they found out that Duchess was, in fact, a boy. They had been calling him Duchess for too long, though, so when they called him Duke he wouldn't reply so the name just stuck. When the rest of their inner circle found out-"the rest" being Cassian, Azriel, and Rhys- they didn't stop teasing them for days. In their defense, he had a very small you-know-what and he was a very ladylike boy.

"Bring my baby boy to me! Oh I wove you so much you wittle cutie pie!" Feyre was letting Duchess lick her face, making Nesta gag. Sure she loved the dog, but seriously, he licks his butt.

"Ugh, Mor, your cousin is working me to the bone! And he won't stop trying to push me and Cassian together! He thinks he can push us together just cause we “have hella sexual tension”! Also, I was thinking about this last night, Rhys is dating Feyre and if I'm Feyres sister and he's Cassians brother, that's literally incest!"

"You know they aren't actually brothers, right? They're just best friends." Mor replied, trying not to laugh at Nesta's flustered expression. She put down Duchess and reached for a slice of pizza. Everyone knew that it was just a matter of time before Nesta and Cassian got together. Nesta and Mor were the only single people in the house, not including Duchess. And Mor was just recently dumped so she was in a big love life meddling mood. Amren was dating some guy named Varian, and Feyre... Well, let's just say that it's a miracle that she's here right now and not out getting nailed by Rhys.

"I know that, but still. They refer to themselves as brothers."

"So you're saying that if they didn't call themselves brothers you would have sex with Cassian! I knew it!"

"No, Feyre, I am not saying that! Besides, he flirts with everyone so even if I was into him- which I am not - we probably wouldn't become a thing."

"Keyword being probably." Mor says with a smirk.

"Enough of all this bickering, I'm hungry and bored so someone turn on the T.V. while I make some popcorn." Amren quickly breaks them up before Nesta tears off someone's head.

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Cassian pulled up at the townhouse he shared with his brothers. All the lights were turned off which meant that Az was sleeping, or not home. The former was more likely because Az usually got pizza on his rest nights and there were three cold slices of meat lovers pizza left. Cassian was so hungry, he ended up eating them cold. He fought back a moan at how delicious the pizza was. He would never understand how Nesta was able to be a vegetarian. Shit. He had been such a dick to Nesta earlier. She was genuinely concerned about him and he had just pushed her away.

Cassian pulled out his phone and checked instagram. Mor had posted a photo of her and Amren with their dog, Duchess, at a party. He didn’t know if he should laugh or cry at the fact that a misgendered dog had a better social life than he did.

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“Ugh, Feyre, Tomas and his little gang showed up at work last night.” Nesta and Feyre were chilling in the kitchen, the latter making a breakfast spread that would put Disney Channel moms to shame. Amren and Mor were nursing killer hangovers, so Feyre made sure to bang around a ton in the kitchen.

“Again? A-fucking-gain? Nuthin new, nuthin changed? Same old shit. Same old fuckin shit.” Feyre replied, forgetting that Nesta had no idea what that reference meant.

“I told them to leave and that I almost had the money to pay them back, but Tomas just slapped my ass and said ‘sEe YoU oN yOuR nExT sHiFt’ then he got up and left.”

“You do realize that we could end all of this by just telling Rhys? I know you have this whole thing about your pride and shit, but we could tell Rhys and he could pay off all your debts to him.”

“Feyre, I appreciate it, but I need to fight my own battles. I got myself into this mess, so I sure as hell can get myself out of it. Plus, I don’t like the idea of feeling like I owe my current employer money.”

“Nesta, sweetie, I love you… BUT YOU NEED TO PUT YOUR DAMN PRIDE TO THE SIDE FOR LIKE, TWO SECONDS AND ACCEPT HELP!”

“FEYRE-”

“Okay, can we yell about Nesta's issues at some time other than 6am? Also, is that bacon I smell?” Mor walked in holding her head and wearing one of Nesta's sweatshirts with some leggings.

“Yes, fattie. And it’s like, 10:30.” Feyre slapped Mor's hand away from a stack of pancakes cooling on the countertop.

“And I do not have any issues, Mor. I’m not the one that went partying with a dog last night.”

“Nesta, that is exactly the reason why you have issues. If you went partying with Duchess, maybe you would loosen up a bit. God knows you need it.”

“Brat.” Nesta threw a piece of toast at Mor's head.

“Thanks! Hey, Feyre, pass the butter.” Feyre slid the butter across the counter and cursed loudly when it just slid on the floor at Mor's feet. Facedown.

“Really, Feyre?” Nesta said in an exasperated tone.

“I’m sorry! I thought she would catch it!”

“That was our last stick of butter, you absolute dingbat!” Nesta sighed and picked up the keys to her car.

“Where are you going?” Mor asked, ever the worried friend thinking she had caused a family feud.

“To the store. We need more milk and eggs anyways. Tell me if you guys are gonna go out while I’m gone.” Nesta walked out the door of their spacious apartment and made her way over to the elevator, pressing the ground level button. She stormed over to her car, got in, and slammed the door shut. On her way to the store, she noticed that one of the local book stores was having a sale. She tried to ignore the voice in her head telling her that she had piles of unread books in her room, and all over the other communal areas of the apartment. She would just pop in after picking up the groceries. No big deal. She could restrain herself. Maybe.

~~~~

Cassian woke up and made his way down the stairs towards the kitchen at 10am.

Hey sorry don’t be mad but here’s the shopping list. I had to go out.

~Azriel

“Unbelievable.” Cassian sighed and picked up the piece of paper attached to Azriel's little note and crumpled it up. Then he uncrumpled it because he remembered he needed to see what it said. Cassian walked up to his room and threw on a sweatshirt, some slip-on vans, and grabbed his keys. He couldn’t remember why they decided to share groceries. He wanted to in the beginning, but now that he woke up without any food in the house because his brothers had eaten all of it he was thinking or re-evaluating that decision. Cassian slid into his car and made his way to the store.

~~~~

When Nesta pulled up at the store she checked her phone and saw that Feyre had sent her a text while she was driving.

Feyby*: heyyyyyyyyy nes can you pleeeeeeeeeease get me some chocolate while you’re out :)?

Nestella*: k. anything else? im walking in now by the way

Feyby: nope! thank you love you! :)

Nestella: love you too

Nesta made her way towards the dairy aisle and picked up some 2% milk, a pack of four sticks of butter, and eggs. She quickly walked over to the candy aisle and began studying all her options, she took candy selecting very seriously.

“Nes?”

~~~~

Cassian walked into the store and quickly picked up all the stuff on the list. Once he got to the last few items written he realized he wanted ice-cream for a movie night with the boys. He walked over to the dairy aisle and picked up a tub of cookies n’ cream right when Nesta Archeron stormed past him towards the candy aisle. He followed her because, well, he wanted to talk to her. But he needed to act like he wasn't stalking her cause she might yell at him.

“Nes?”

“Mother Above, Cassian! You scared the shit out of me don’t you dare do that ever again!”

Oh well.

“How did you not hear me coming? Are you really that focused on chocolate?”

“I’m selecting some chocolate for Feyre, and she is very picky so I was focused on reading what the ingredients were in each bar.” She seemed to have recovered from the scare because she just grabbed a random chocolate bar and stormed past him.

“Obviously you don’t care that much if you’re willing to just grab a random bar and walk away!” Cassian yelled at Nesta. Some other shoppers began to stare at him so he quickly said “Don’t worry, we work together. I know her, I’m not some random creep haha.” That just got him more strange looks though so he just made his way towards self-checkout and paid for the items and skirted outta there.

~~~~

Nesta was so embarrassed while walking away from Cassian. People were staring at her! Ugh, Cassian needs to learn to not yell in public places. She walked over to her car after checking out and loaded her groceries into the boot. She needed a black iced coffee stat. Nesta began the quick drive to one of the local coffee shops and once she arrived she quickly sent the girls a text letting them know where she was.

Nestella: hey bitches im getting coffee you hoes want anything

Feyby: i want a mocha frappe pleeease

Tiny Ancient One*: just get me a black americano girl

Mor Boobiez Plz*: i wanna iced coffee with whipped cream and caramel

Nestella: okay for everyone except Mor cause wtf that's not even an item on the menu

Mor Boobiez Plz: it is i swear! just ask them for it they did it when i asked!

Nestella: fine

“What can I get for you?” The guy working the register asked in a very monotone voice.

“One black iced coffee, one black americano, one mocha frappe, and one iced coffee with whipped cream and caramel sauce.”

“We don’t do that last one-” Nesta gave him a withering glare and he immediately changed his mind on what he was about to say.

“Those will be ready soon ma’am. Can I get a name for the order?”

“Nesta. Thank you.” Nesta walked over to the opposite side of the counter to wait while their coffee was being prepared.

“That was quite impressive the way you scared him into doing what you wanted him to, Sweetheart.”

“Cassian! Are you stalking me? Go away.”

“I’m not stalking you, I’m just here to get some coffee.” He smirked at her and picked up a latte that was set down beside him. He took a sip and looked Nesta up and down before smirking and saying “Hot.” he winked at her and left before she could yell at him. If he was being honest the coffee was actually the perfect temperature, but he just loved getting under Nesta Archerons skin.

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probably-not-star-lord · 6 years ago

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How to Get the Girl (Peter Quill x reader x Thor)

A/N: I received this request a really long time ago so I would like to emphasize that this is going to take place before Infinity War and NOT after Endgame. This fic will not be the same as the scene from Infinity War but it will be pretty similar. Also, I’m sorry if you’re a hardcore Thor stan, but the reader is going to pick my boy Peter Quill over Thor.

Request: i want an avengers imagine where Star-Lord and Thor are both fighting over the reader and they keep flirting with her and she’s torn between them, constantly going to rocket to talk to him about all of it ? Just tons of fluff!! Thanks girly!! ❤️❤️

(I lowkey changed this request up a bit because I made it more angsty than fluffy so I apologize for that but I hope you like it anyway)

Summary: Two men in your life seem to be fighting over you. One of them is Peter Quill, your best friend in the whole world and the other is Thor, a man who randomly crashed onto your spaceship. So, will you choose legendary outlaw Star-Lord or the God of Thunder?

Warnings: swearing, fluff, angst

Thor landed on the Milano only mere moments ago and it is already like he is making himself at home. After crashing into the ship and making brief introductions, he gets right to work. The brawny man sifts through most of the belongings that the rest of the Guardians own and begins searching vigorously for something to eat. He mumbles to himself about his home or a hammer or something while the team just gives him dumbfounded looks. You aren’t used to random visitors like this.

“What do you think of this guy?” Peter leans over and asks you. His arms are crossed over his chest and he nods towards Thor with an eye roll.

You shrug. “He seems okay, I guess.”

“Okay? He seems okay?” Peter scoffs. “Y/N, he is going through our stuff and insulting us.”

“Do not doubt the beautiful, muscular man, Quill,” Drax states.

Rocket waltzes between the two of you and kicks Peter in the shin. He winces slightly at the pain. “Show him some respect!”

“First of all, OW,” Peter says. “Second of all, he doesn’t deserve any respect if he thinks he can just come in here and steal our shit without listening to us. This dude is essentially saying ‘fuck you’ to my leadership over the team.”

“I don’t mind him being here,” Rocket declares. “And since when are you our leader?”

“Since always!” He shouts, his annoyance growing by the second. “This is my ship in case you forgot. You’re supposed to be listening to me.”

Rocket laughs an obviously fake laugh. “That’s a joke. If anyone is the leader of this ship it’s gotta be me.”

Gamora rolls her eyes at the two idiots and steps forward to get a closer look at Thor, who continues to rummage through cabinets and drawers. “Can both of you please stop? I’m more concerned over the fact that we have a stranger on our ship than who is the one giving orders on it.”

“She’s referring to me,” Peter mumbles under his breath angrily.

Rocket snickers. “I think you mean that she is referring to me.”

“Shut up!” You yell. Both of them remain silent. “Gamora is right. We need to deal with the man on our ship instead of having the same fucking argument over and over again.”

“You’re right, Y/N. I was thinking exactly that,” Peter agrees, approaching you. “We should-”

“This one shows promise,” Thor interrupts. You turn around to notice he is standing right behind you, his large figure towering over your body. “If there is anyone on this ship that demonstrates leadership, it is this fine, young lady here.”

You blush. “Well, thank you, Thor.”

“You do not need to show your gratitude, Lady Y/N, as I was only speaking the truth. Everyone else on this ship appears to be a moron, except for you and your green friend.” He smiles brightly at Gamora.

“Hey, let’s get one thing straight,” Peter scolds. “There ain’t nobody on this ship that’s a moron.”

“That’s right,” Rocket defends, smirking triumphantly.

Thor studies Rocket for a moment and then grins. “My apologies, morons, the rabbit also demonstrates intelligence.”

“Rabbit?” Peter questions.

Rocket hollers in celebration, ignoring the rabbit comment. “Now you’re starting to make sense.”

“What exactly are you doing here, Thor?” You inquire.

“I have just come from Earth where I was fighting off large armies of intruders in order to save that planet from destruction for what was most likely the hundredth time. My work colleagues down there often need my help because nothing they can do can compare to being the God of Thunder,” Thor brags.

“You’re the God of Thunder?” Rocket repeats it to the group more than asking it as a question.

“Yes and I need to return to Asgard, which is where I’m from, but my friend Heimdall did not open the Bifrost for me. I found that rather odd so I decided to fly up to space using this..” He holds out his hand and a large hammer attracts to it. Thor grips the hammer and spins it around in his grasp a few times with a cocky grin. “...and now I am wandering space hoping to catch a ride home.”

“Uh, does anybody have any idea what this guy just said?” Peter asks.

“Thor needs to get back to his home planet, Asgard, and he is wondering if we will give him a ride,” Gamora explains.

“No, absolutely not,” Peter insists. “He ain’t staying.”

Rocket rolls his eyes at Peter. “All of those in favor of giving Thor, the fucking God of Thunder, a ride to the ass planet he’s from, raise your hand.”

Your gaze falls upon the rest of the Guardians as you watch most of them raise a hand. Rocket, Drax, and Gamora all raise a hand. To your surprise, Mantis does not raise a hand, most likely because she doesn’t understand or she’s not paying attention. Obviously, Peter doesn’t even flinch as he stands completely still. All of their eyes land on you. You’re the tiebreaker.

“Lady Y/N, I must say that I have been to numerous worlds and you are by far the most gorgeous woman I have seen in all of the realms.” Thor flirts, causing a smile to rise to your lips. Peter looks to you and shakes his head, but you ignore him.

Slowly, you raise your hand. The team cheers and Rocket mentions he can fly the ship to Asgard if Thor gives him general direction. All of them run off to the flight deck to learn more about Thor as you hear him began to share extravagant stories about Asgard and fighting on Earth. He has to explain at first that Earth is what all of you know as Terra. Everyone admires Thor as he goes on and on about his life. The only people left in the hallway are you and Peter.

“You really want that dude to stay here? On our ship?”

Your gaze falls to the floor. “He doesn’t seem so bad. I like him.”

Peter furrows his eyebrows and stares you down. “What you like is his stupid, blonde hair and his unreasonably big muscles.”

“What are you, jealous?”

“So what if I am?” Peter shouts. “Thor just waltzes into the Milano one day and all of a sudden the whole fucking team is in love with him. All of you sided with him over me, who is your commander despite what Rocket says, and I’m not allowed to be upset about it?”

“No, Peter, I mean are you jealous that he was flirting with me?”

“Maybe,” he mutters. “I don’t get how that’s relevant to this conversation.”

“It’s fucking relevant because the only reason you don’t want to help out Thor is that you’re worried I’ll like him more than you,” you argue.

“You think I care if you fall for that guy instead of me?” Peter gestures to the flight deck angrily. “I don’t give a shit who you want to fuck, even if it’s a random stranger that’s been on the ship for two fucking seconds.”

“Listen to you! Now you’re putting words into my mouth!” You scream. “Why are we even fighting over this in the first place? Thor is going to be gone soon after we take him back to his home.”

“We’re fighting over this because you sided with Thor over me when I’m your best friend who has always been there for you. You sided with a stranger just because he’s hot and flirted with you!”

“I sided with Thor because you’re acting like a jealous idiot!” You spit. “Thor is being nice to me and he obviously means well. He deserves to get back to Asgard and it doesn’t matter that we’re helping him get there. So, sorry that I sided with Thor because-”

“Because why?” Peter pushes. “Because he complimented you? Because he flattered you into letting him stay?”

“No, that’s not-”

“Newsflash, Y/N, not everyone needs to be the fucking God of Thunder in order to know that you’re the greatest girl in the entire galaxy.” Peter snarls and then storms off to his sleeping quarters, slamming the door behind him.

After he walks away, you feel a pang of guilt. He was right, Peter has been your loyal, best friend ever since the Guardians were formed. He’s always been there for you and sided with you no matter what. Over the past few years, you’ve developed feelings for him. The rest of the team knows and you’re almost certain Peter knows as well. He often flirts with you which leads you to believe that the two of you could be more than friends, but you also are aware of the fact that Peter Quill is a known flirt. Now that he practically just confessed to feeling the same way, all of it became much more confusing and you can’t help but regret not having his back this time.

Peter protected you during the prison break when the Guardians first met.

Peter saved your life when you fought Ronan.

Peter chose life with you over life being a God with his father.

Peter stood up for you in every argument the Guardians have had.

Peter helped you escape from unwanted men at bars numerous times.

Peter is your best friend and no one can compare to him. Especially not a random Asgardian crashing on the Milano.

You start to head towards Peter’s quarters when someone stops you. Unsurprisingly, it’s Thor. “Lady Y/N, may I have a word with you?”

“Of course,” you respond with a smile.

Thor pulls you aside and leads you to the table in the main area of the ship. It is almost as if he doesn’t know you live here, walking you to the spot and pulling your chair out for you. The two of you take a seat and Thor leans over the table with his elbows propped up on the surface. He is awfully close to you and you’re unsure how that makes you feel. You study his face. Thor has such gorgeous, chiseled features and bright, blue eyes that you could get lost in. He’s tall, muscular, and attractive. The man is a God, but does he compare to Peter in your eyes?

“I want you to know that what I said earlier was not just to sway you into allowing me to stay,” he says. “I truly find you to be wonderful.”

You smile weakly. “I appreciate that Thor, but I-”

“Forgive me, I know we only just met and I am being rather forward but I know I won’t be staying long on your ship.” You lean in closer to Thor and listen to what he has to say. “I felt connected to you the moment I first laid eyes on your beautiful face and I believe something brought me to this specific ship. I think that something is you.”

“Thor...”

“I want you to come back to Asgard with me,” he blurts. “It would only be for a short while in order for us to get to know one another better, but if you happen to fall for me, we could certainly make arrangements for you to stay in my kingdom indefinitely.”

“Kingdom?” Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head at his statement.

“Oh, I must have forgotten to mention that I am also the King of Asgard.”

You laugh at his statement and Thor chuckles as well. He really does have it all and you admire his perseverance with you, but he’s not Peter. “I think you’re great, Thor, I really do. It’s just that I’m kind of with someone else, sort of.”

“I understand. You’re in love with the moron who believes he rules over this ship, aren’t you?”

“I am,” you state. “You’re absolutely right that he’s a total moron, but I can’t help how I feel, you know?”

Thor tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as his blue eyes bore into yours deeply. “Believe me, Lady Y/N, I know.”

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Peter interjects, his face red with frustration.

“There’s the moron now!” Thor chants.

“Peter, it’s not what it looks like.”

“She’s right, we were actually talking about you.”

Peter groans and puts a hand up to Thor. “Save it, God of nobody gives a shit.”

“Peter, be nice, Thor is just trying to help,” you defend. “I don’t give a fuck what Thor is doing especially now that I know it’s you that he’d like to be doing,” he says. “I actually came out here to apologize and to you tell you how fucking in love with you I am, but I see you that you wouldn’t want to hear it.”

Peter storms back off to his room as you sit at the table with your eyes filling with tears. You clearly hurt Peter and that is the last thing you would ever want to do. Thor places a comforting hand on your shoulder as he lets you cry it out for a couple of minutes. Some time passes before he eventually speaks up.

“I sincerely apologize, Y/N. I never meant to come between you and your love.”

You pat Thor’s arm. “It’s all right, Thor, it wasn’t you. Peter and I have never been very honest about how we feel and it was only a matter of time before one of us got so jealous that we got hurt.”

“I am almost certain that the two of you will work it out,” Thor reassures. “He seems to love you an awful lot. I am sure he will understand.”

“Thank you, Thor. I’m sorry about everything you had to put up with today. I bet there are plenty of women dying to be with the God of Thunder. You’ll meet someone new on Asgard way better than me.”

Thor brushes it off. “Of course, Lady Y/N. I should have known there was already a man madly in love with you. Now, go get him.”

Thanking Thor one last time, you head toward Peter’s quarters. You’re about to knock but you hesitate at the door. You decide to give him some more time to cool off, knowing Peter is so stubborn he won’t believe you or listen to you right away anyway. Retreating to your own room, you fall onto your bed and sleep the day off. Meeting Thor and arguing with Peter was extremely stressful and resting for a while is exactly what you need to recover from the annoyance of having too many men on the ship trying to get with you.

Sleeping is only a luxury for so long, however, as Rocket comes barging into your room only a few hours after you drift off. You groggily whine to him about how he’s an asshole for disturbing you from your sleep, but he ignores your remarks.

“What the hell is going on with you and Quill?”

You raise an eyebrow. “You know about that?”

“We all know about that, Y/N, you’re not exactly great at hiding your feelings for the jerk,” he laughs. “Besides, I saw the two of you being dramatic and I told him to get his fucking act together. I said if he wants the girl he’s gotta go after her. He listened to me, but he still seemed pissy. So, what happened today?”

“Well, Thor being here and flirting with me made Peter kind of jealous so we got into a big fight. Then Thor basically asked me to move to Asgard with him so-”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Rocket stops you. It feels like you’ve been interrupted every time you’ve tried to speak today. “Thor wanted you to go back to Asgard with him?”

“Yeah.” Rocket cackles at your statement. He can barely breathe he is laughing so hard. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yes,” he answers. “You and Quill have been wanting to fuck each other since the beginning of time and then all of a sudden a random God wants to be with you? And you’re still in love with the idiot in the next room?”

You glare at the raccoon. “Can you take this seriously, please? I need your help with this.”

“Y/N, I’ve known you and Quill for a few years now. No matter how annoying he is and no matter how much better than him you are, the two of you belong together,” he says sincerely. “It’s just fucking science or fate or whatever it’s called.”

“Thanks, Rocket.” You mess with the fur on the top of his head. “I was really torn there for a while. I’m glad you helped me figure out what to do.”

“No problem, it’s what I do.” Rocket jumps off of your bed and heads out the door. He shakes his head and mumbles to himself on the way out. “Torn between Quill and a God.”

“Hey!” You hear a familiar voice bellow down the hall. “You’re forgetting that I’m part God too.”

“You wish you were still part God!” Rocket retaliates.

Peter enters your room and quietly shuts the door behind him. “Can you believe that raccoon? What a dick.” Both of you laugh as he takes a seat on your bed beside you. “Hey, I’m really sorry about earlier.”

“It’s okay,” you tell him. He places one of his large, warm hands on top of yours.

“But, it’s not okay, Y/N,” Peter continues. “I was totally out of line and I let my jealousy get the best of me. If you want to be with Thor and go back to ass world with him then you should do that.”

“Asgard,” you correct with a chuckle.

“Whatever, I don’t care,” Peter snickers with you. “The only thing I care about is if you’re happy.”

You place a hand on the back of his neck, your fingers creeping up into his light brown locks. Pulling his face forward, you smash your lips onto his. He gives into the kiss immediately. The kiss is passionate and sweet, making up for the silly argument the two of you had earlier. Reluctantly pulling away, you press your forehead against his. “Peter, you make me happy.”

He smiles, his green eyes looking into yours with such kindness. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Peter Quill.”

“It’s about damn time!” Rocket yells. “I told you that you’d get her, Quill.”

The next morning you and the rest of the Guardians arrive on Asgard. Thor collects his belongings, along with some of the things he stole from the Milano and gets ready to depart. He comes up to you and grins widely. “It was lovely to meet you, Lady Y/N.”

“And you as well, Thor.” Peter places an arm around you, showing Thor his place. It’s nice knowing that after all these years of misunderstood feelings and bickering about jealousy, you are finally Peter Quill’s girl.

“Yeah, hopefully, we’ll see you around,” Peter states. Thor walks over to Rocket and Peter chuckles. “Not,” he whispers in your ear. You lightly hit him in the stomach for being rude. His response is to plant a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

“I get that the two of you are finally happy but I hate that you’re going to be together as a couple now,” Rocket says. “It’s disgusting.”

“I think it’s quite nice,” Thor beams, patting Rocket on the head. “Maybe we will meet again, rabbit.”

“Maybe,” he agrees happily.

“Farewell, morons.”

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ignisosculo · 6 years ago

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hello, beautiful humans ! i’m frankie and i’m very excited to be here. of course, i’m super duper late because let’s be honest, i was a bit unprepared and then i had a very hectic day, so it’s safe to assume that i’m literally rushing to post this. please note that since i’m starting out with two muses ( pray 4 me ), i’m gonna introduce them both here, under the read more, & hopefully with enough context if anyone is interested in plotting things out and whatnot ... so this might be a tad bit longer ! also, i think it’s very important to see detective pikachu in a car seat. thank you & goodnight.

𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍.

☾ ▹ ° ⋅ paul rudd / forty-nine / cis male ; have you had the chance to meet jonathan goldstein ? he has lived in old sprigg for most of his life, gaining a reputation for being quite charismatic, reliable, quirky & tense. this heterosexual leo can be found around dubois bakery and he works as an architect. most people tend to associate them with an artist’s desk and piles of sketches.〈 loved by frankie, 23, cst, she/her. 〉

this vampire guy right here was born and bred in old sprigg, missouri, so old sprigg isn’t just a small town for him. his family had money so he had an a-okay upbringing. parents were pretty strict, having a set of rules for john and his siblings. he’s the oldest of four; one brother & two sisters, so as you can assume, the goldsteins were a crazy, jewish ménage.

growing up, he always had a keen interest in architecture. he’d point out the many buildings whenever they traveled. little johnny’s goal was to become an architect. before that, john wanted to be an astronaut, but that’s besides the point. he went to usc and graduated with a bachelor of architecture degree.

deciding to stay in california for a few years after graduating, he found a job at a design firm. starting out as an intern wasn’t too shabby, though. he’s a talented guy and the owners of the studio noticed his talent ... after 3 years, almost a little too late. however, he couldn’t find it in his heart to say ‘no’ to becoming a part of the team.

worked as an architect for 15 years before moving back home. however, he’d left behind the opportunity to start his own design firm. prior to coming back, his long-term relationship ended and was absolutely devastated. he’s STILL as single as a missing pair of socks. tragic. [ 37 years old ] : returned despite how heartbroken he was.

he’s one of those fun uncles. he’s got a couple of nieces and nephews. the family keeps growing and growing, then there’s jonathan: single but he doesn’t mind one bit. or does he ? doesn’t believe in marriage, so give him someone to love who might believe the same thing about a piece of paper ?

living in california, he traveled twice a year to old sprigg to visit his old pals and family, so you might’ve seen him around. goodbyes kind of suck, so he isn’t one to say goodbye. whenever he had/has to leave for a while, he will say: ‘see you later’ or ‘i’ll be back’ with a peace sign, trying to avoid making a reference to the terminator movies.

not an important note/quick summary: was away from missouri for 19 years. graduated from university of southern california. intern to full-time employee. pleased as fuck. met someone and dated them for a long ass time. she ended it. came back to old sprigg. heartbroken. moved on. been home for 12 years. single af. perhaps too old to become a parent / low-key gives up. works at home. active. constantly travels due to work. a busy bee, workaholic.

personality wise: confident in communication skills, helps others feel confident if permitted, positively confident without being boastful and egotistical, lowkey lives a carpe diem personality, able to be trusted, honest & often times too straightforward but means well, creative af, quirky and witty sense of humor ( if it isn’t written out that way sometimes, i apologize beforehand because i think of witty things to say a day too late ), regardless of being charming and whatnot, he’s tense; will become anxious and nervous at random times of the day. easy-going. / more to be added.

aesthetics: an artist’s desk in a design studio ( aka home ), a shit ton of sketches in piles basically overflowing his home, planners filled to the brim with important dates regarding personal life and work, etc. / more to be added.

wanted connections: give me everything and anything. im’s are OPEN !

𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐋-𝐀𝐙𝐖𝐀́𝐑

☾ ▹ ° ⋅ inbar lavi / thirty-four / cis female ; have you had the chance to meet ayelet al-azwár ? she has lived in old sprigg for seven years, gaining a reputation for being quite ambitious, good-natured, sensitive & worrisome. this bisexual pisces can be found around the clover and she works as a veterinarian. most people tend to associate them with white coats and messy hair buns.〈 loved by frankie, 23, cst, she/her. 〉

this girl has a love and hate relationship with her name. not only is it hebrew for ‘deer, gazelle’ but her mom’s constant reminder that it ‘fits’ her makes her give up. letty is, in fact, her nickname. she’ll introduce herself as dr. al-azwár if you’re stopping by the old sprigg veterinary clinic for your furry lil friend’s check-up and whatnot.

she grew up in a jewish household in brooklyn, new york. the al-azwárs are of moroccan and polish descent, so she grew up learning hebrew and arabic, plus a few other languages. probably a linguist. honestly, she never stops learning in general. if there’s a library, then knowledge is power. was in ap classes through the school years... including college. but she wouldn’t consider herself a genius. always pressured herself to be the best. she’s a damn perfectionist.

with her parents permission, she had a job when she was 16 years of age, so had been earning money ever since — dreaming of attending college. thankfully, mom and dad were more than okay with her wanting to become a veterinarian. they supported letty in every step of the way. which came to a surprise for her but she didn’t question them at all.

earned her doctor of veterinarian medicine degree ( dvm ) when she was 23. took a gap year before attending [ name of college ]. pretty fucking proud of herself, even though there were pretty hard obstacles along the way, and she was up for any challenges. but let’s face it, life after college can be tough af with landing your dream job. especially in new york.

managing on getting her degree, she worked two part-time jobs to be able to afford rent, since she decided to move to manhattan afterwards. just 2 words: big mistake. letty isn’t the type of person to ask for help, considering she is still paying off school. it’d been 2 years until she realized that the best choice for her was to move states. well after paying her taxes and bills, and making a budget. at that point, she was on the verge of having a mental breakdown.

giving her landlord the heads up, the first thing she did was notify her parents that she was selling her studio apartment and moving back to brooklyn, and into her childhood home. asking if it was all right because she’d refuse to accept their money and advise them of their retirement plan, hoping to care for them when the time came. a little superstitious, letty knocks on wood every time.

choosing to move to old sprigg, missouri was completely random. however, she had the desires of moving to a small town. the first thing she did was buy a ticket to missouri and visited the charming town. she fell in love with old sprigg; it had / has its charm. how long did she stay ? A WEEK, and it was enough for her to make the decision.

for the past seven years, she has lived in missouri and worked as the vet at its clinic ( totally forgot to mention she lived with her parents for 2 years beforehand ) and couldn’t be happier. letty can be found hanging out at the clover with a glass of wine in hand with a book in her hand.

personality wise: has the strongest desire and determination to succeed. kind, friendly, patient. the mom friend to people she’s closet to. concerned more with the needs and wishes of others than her own. has a quick & delicate appreciation of others’ feelings, especially with animals. inclined to worry, a clinical worrier. introverted but ambivert. / more to be added.

aesthetics: white lab coats, messy hair buns, curly hair, pencil skirts, etc. / more to be added.

wanted connections: give me everything and anything. im’s are OPEN !

discord: i constantly change my username lol so please ask for it, if you prefer to plot through there; i’d happily give it to you. c:

#sprigg.intro #this took me a lil over 3 hrs #i am impressed af #according to tumblr‚ i have zero ( 0 ) posts .....#and i’m late !#it’s almost 2 am and i need sleep #but i must interact first lol

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ashe-wottlin · 7 years ago

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Rules: Always post the rules. Answer 11 random questions posted for you. Create 11 new ones and tag 11 people. Let the person who tagged you know that you answered.

I was tagged by @asleepinawell

1. Favorite TV show opening credits?

I truly love Tokyo Ghouls opening song Unravel so much that that’s my auto answer, but Ruroni Kenshin’s first opening Freckles is fucking bad ass, like, I saw that over 10 years ago and it still goes hard man (also FMA 2003 opening 2 and 4, and all of FMA:B are great and also fucking Death Note I’m really indecisive okay). But if you mean non anime um, iZombie because I sing it like a loser every god damn time even when I’m trying not to

2. What’s a place you’ve visited that makes you feel calm?

Austin’s Botanical gardens/botanical gardens in general, there’s hardly ever people and it’s full of flowers and little waterfalls and just so pretty and quiet it’s great

3. What’s a random moment from one of your favorite shows that makes you laugh whenever you remember it?

Sokka getting high on cactus juice “It’s the quenchiest!”

4. If you could have any pet (real or imaginary), what would you choose?

Pocket Dragon, more dangerous than pocket sand, adorable, small and ferocious and cuddly like a cat

5. Favorite comfy/lounging around the house clothes?

Black Boxer Briefs and my Swype Tshirt

6. Favorite type of hot beverage? (specific type too if applicable…like jasmine tea).

Passion Fruit Tea

7. A book/show/movie/game/etc you experienced as a kid that impacted your life?

If we count 13-18 as still a kid, Imagine Me and You helped me accept I liked girls a bit better, if 12 and under for kid then god I’ve blacked out a lot of my childhood fuck if I know? Rugrats was my favourite show and definitely impacted my life in some way I’m sure

8. Last book/fic that you read and enjoyed?

Space Western AU is my lifeforce tbh

9. You are allowed to plan a one-day long vacation/adventure with unlimited funding. What do you do? (time to travel to/from destinations does not need to be included in the 24 hours unless you want a party plane or something idk).

Am I allowed to bring a friend? Cause if so I wanna go spelunking (I mean going to see the Great Barrier Reef before it dies should also be in that 24 hours too, but like let me explore underwater caves with my best friend for a day, how cool would that be). Like that could be like a half day or like a 3/4 of it, and then like just popping around the world for some really awesome food, I’m assuming sleep is for the weak in this 24 hours so then let’s just imagine i have like 4 hours left and I want to go see a volcano, realize that the smell of sulphur is gross and then like say screw that and go somewhere that we couldn’t normally go, like see a normally sold out musical like Hamilton (or like can I make the original cast of Wicked get back for a show I want that more)

10. You’ve been selected to join an epic battle in a fantasy world. What type of badass weapon do you choose (sword, crossbow, pike, etc…not guns)?

So my heart says cool ass sword or like dual blades, but my heart also says a bad ass staff with magical powers, but also I wanna make greek fire and set traps for the opposing army so like idk any of those would be perf

11. A strange old lady at the crossroads offers you a choice between 1) a vast sum of wealth that you will never have to pay taxes or get audited on, 2) the ability to read minds, 3) a pet velociraptor named Feathers who will love you unconditionally (and won’t eat your existing pets). Which do you choose? (please note that options 2 and 3 cannot be bought with option 1. stop trying to be clever).

Is my vast sum of money enough to buy a velociraptor and the proper people to help me train her to not eat my existing pets and let me pet her? Like it doesn’t have to be that specific one named Feathers. Otherwise I still want the wealth and I’ll just move to Germany, travel the world, play a shit ton of games, and then live a boring life without the fear of starving or dying in general

tagging: @kat-anni, @finickyfox, @like-all-good-lions, @sociallyanxiousdragon, @mayicee

1. Favourite song on the radio when you were in Elementary

2. Favourite Superhero sidekick

3. If you could change the world to follow your preferred sleep schedule what time would people start their day?

4. If you were to make an Aesthetic blog what would be on it?

5. What is your karaoke song that pulls at you to sing it even if you don’t normally sing in front of people (or if you do, the one that you absolutely want to sing)?

6. Your preferred bag to hold things, is it a backpack/messenger bag/clutch/what???

7. If you were a cartoon character and could only wear one outfit for the rest of your life (not counting if you needed something different for work, this is your daily out and about outfit), what would it look like?

8. How often do you get sucked in for clickbait/buzzfeed quizzes

9. Favourite Meme OF ALL TIME

10. If you could learn everything for one obscure thing that would have no impact on your life (like how to make glass or the location of that place in ye old ancient times that no one bothered to write the actual location to because everyone knew where it was that kind of obscure) what would it be?

11. Instrumental music: Strings or Piano, you can’t have both and I’m ignoring the other instruments like wind and drums.

#personal #tag game

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cupcakeshakesnake · 8 years ago

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Watching Extremis for the first time

(Spoilers below)

-Who’s narrating?

-If you serve as executioners to everything... then you execute flies and mosquitoes and stuff like that?

-”The destruction of a Time Lord--” STOP RIGHT THERE, AND DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME THE DOCTOR’S GONNA BE EXECUTED.

-Holy shit the Daleks are actually an impressive race, they killed a ton of those Time Lords that are supposedly so hard to kill

MISSY??

-WTF

-”I didn’t expect you.” Well then who’d you expect, some other Time Lord who miraculously survived the Time War?

-Ah, gotta love them Daleks with their gossipy mouths, spreading rumors everywhere.

Why is his suit so worn. I’m concerned.

-”They can’t know I’m blind, Missy. no one can know.”

-HA

-FUCKING FINALLY

-SO IT WAS MISSY ALL ALONG

-CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL THOSE HUNDREDS, THOUSANDS, MAYBE EVEN HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF THEORISTS OUT THERE WHO GOT IT RIGHT

-”Please, I’ll do anything. Just let me live.” I...

-*phone notification jingle* wut

I DON’T LIKE THIS, I DON’T LIKE THE TITLE OF THAT EMAIL, OR THE COLOR OF THAT EMAIL, OR THE GALLIFREYAN LOADING BAR, OR THE GLITCHY GLITCH EFFECTS

Do all these people have fevers or is the weather just really hot??

-So I’m guessing he uses the shades to aid his vision now?

-Well, as long as he’s not completely in the black I’m fine

-”ve arrrre to com heerre dirrectly frrom the vaticaan”

-The pope???

-what is going on????!?!?!?

-”Pope Benedict. Lovely girl. What a night. I knew she was trouble, but she wove a spell with her castanets.“ wut

-”The Pope doesn't zoom round the world in the Popemobile, surprising people.“

-I am so confused and worried right now

I was kinda losing focus while reading the transcript of this episode and then BOOM, SUICIDE PICTURE FLASHES, WTF

-”Assume nothing. Assumption makes an ass out of you.”

-”I thought you'd moved out from here? “Yeah, slightly didn't work out. Second attempt on the way.”

-”I don't like knowing their names. I only get attached.”

-”Of course not. I have very strict rules about men.“ “Probably not as strict as mine.”

-”Oh, I'm sorry. Here's me thinking that she dragged some poor, terrified man home.“ Poor lady doesn’t know what’s going on, but talk about getting out of a tight spot.

-My favorite scene in the episode so far omg

-Ah yes, Bill’s house pipes that always go VWOOOORP VWOOOOORP.

-”Well, whatever this is, and actually it's not anything yet, it is absolutely nothing to feel guilty about.”

Gotta love how them popes come with a pre-installed church organ sound effect

-I only understood one word that sounded like “Doctor”.

“You’re all going to hell.”

-I love Bill omfg

-”Pope Benedict said that you were more in need of confession than any man breathing. But when the offer was made, you replied it would take too much time. On behalf of the Catholic Church, the offer stands. You seem like a man with regret on his mind.“

-Well, that went down in a bad way...

The very fancy scifi watch hidden under the very fancy fantasy-ish robes

The Doctor suspects Darth Sidious is up to something.

-Nope, nevermind, that was Nardole.

OHHH

-”Warning: I have full permission to kick your arse.”

-”Because I don't like being worried about. Around me, people should be worried about themselves.“ "Yeah, shall I tell you the real reason?“ "No.“ "Because the moment you tell Bill, it becomes real. And then you might actually have to deal with it.”

-This episode is about as religious as Doctor Who gets, in my opinion.

...dafuq

-We all know who this looks like

-The library of Blasphemy, huh? That’s quite some Hogwarts stuff there.

-”Harry Potter!” THANK YOU BILL!

-"The layout is designed to confuse the uninitiated.” "Sort of like religion, really.” I can confirm this true, for reasons. "You happy in those shades? Not dark enough for you?” “In darkness, we are revealed. Bill: When did he get so emo?

-”Well, take a few more minutes if you like. Knock yourself out. Actually do. Do that. Knock yourself right out.” Pffft

That’s one great big hood you got there. But pray tell, how do you see what’s in front of you?

-well shit

-”Without hope. Without witness. Without reward.“ What?

-”You'd be wizard at writing Christmas crackers, you two.”

-I thought Christmas crackers were paper sausages with confetti inside them?

Alright, where’s the orange portal?

oHh my GOD

-FUCKING JUMPSCARES!

-”I think there's someone in there.” "Yeah, we are very slightly getting that.”

wHat TEH FUCk

-”Hey, there’s wifi down here!” “Of course there's wifi. It's a library.“

-”Reading chair with a safety belt?”

-Apologies if I seem to be taking too many quotes directly from the episode(s), but I just love the Series 10 dialogue okay

-THAT GUY SHOT HIMSELF

-”Because you're sending us into the dark, after a man with a gun.“ Not as dangerous if said man is dead...

-WEll Nardole got a little weird there

-Bill: *voice cracks* “nARdOLE”

-Nardole: *sees hand* *voice goes up by two octaves* “HIEWIEW”

That’s a pretty gun, but it wouldn’t do much damage in battle.

-”It would be stupid to go and look.” *goes to look*

-DON’T BURN THE DOCTOR’S BRAIN DON’T YOU DARE MOFFAT

-NOW THAT MOFFAT IS ACTUALLY WRITING THE EPISODES, I AM GOING TO BE DOUBLE WARY OF EVERYTHING

WHAT?!?!!

-WHAT THE EVERLOVING RASSILON FLIPPING A TABLE ON A HARLEY DAVIDSON?!?!?!

THE PENTAGON??

the flipping kind of videogame portal hub is this

Meanwhile, in another part of the world, aliens freak out as a bald head pops outta nowhere from the wall of their living room.

-”Cardinal, it worked. I can see.” Yes!

-”Not well enough, not yet.” Okay...

-”The thing about the universe is, whatever you need, you can always borrow, as long as you pay it back. I just borrowed from my future. I get a few minutes of proper eyesight, but I lose something. Maybe all my future regenerations will be blind. Maybe I won't regenerate ever again. Maybe I'll drop dead in twenty minutes." NO!

-”You know, I've read a lot of books that this chair would be quite useful for. Moby Dick. Honestly, shut up, and get to the whale.“ omfg

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS CHILD OF GROOT AND A SILENT

-”This is not a game.” “This is a game.”

-Why is that CERN scientist so excited, and more importantly, why does he seem drunk and why is everyone in the cafeteria so gloomy?

WELL THAT ANSWERS THE LAST QUESTION

Reading a legendary script on Microsoft Word.

-(On an unrelated note, I was saving these screenshots and naming them as each alphabet. The one right above happens to be Z.)

-(Could be some other text program but that’s what I think)

-So the screen was getting blurry not because the BBC didn’t want us to commit suicide but because the Doctor was going blind again

-GEEZ THOSE MONKS ARE CR-REEPY ASSES

-THEY’D DO WELL IN A HORROR GAME

Don’t you dare tell me the whole first half of Series 6 was set in a fake world or virtual reality or something like that

-Were those white things all portals to a virtual world

-At least Bill and Nardole got out safely.

-”Are you okay?” “nOOO - Yes. NooO”

“Could be the Doctor.”

-Let’s hope not

-Let’s really, really hope not.

-”They’re projecting everything.” CALLED IT

-AND THE PEOPLE IN THE HOLOGRAMS REALIZED THEY LIVE IN HOLOGRAMS?!?!

-But what if??

-What if our lives are really just holograms

-(I went on Omegle to get a stranger to think of a random number, but ended up answering questions about English)

-(This one person was asking “what does ‘single out’ mean”)

-”You know, like the holodeck on Star Trek, or a really posh VR without a headset. Through there, those places, that's basically Grand Theft Auto.”

-More and more references each episode, huh, BBC?

I uh... happened to pause here so...

-”Please don’t let me be right.”

-Oh shizzles

WHAT IN THE NAME OF A RANDOM DALEK

-NARDOLE IS NOT REAL??

-WHAT IF BILL ISN’T REAL??

-WHAT THE EFF??????!??!?!

Why did the blood change color?

-’Total communication blackout at the White House’? hat happened?

-Did all the people in the White House commit suicide and how did the Doctor come here?

-Ah, the portal yes...

-cold fraggling shizzles.....

-”The Veritas tells of an evil demon who wants to conquer the world. But to do it, he needs to learn about it first. So he creates a shadow world, a world for him to practise conquering, full of shadow people who think they're real.”

-OUR WORLD IS A SIMULATION GAME FOR HIGHER BEINGS, CONFIRMED

The screen ‘popped’ a bit here - it shook a little as if it zoomed slighly in then back out very quickly, accompanied by a tapping sound as if someone had knocked (into) it. Not sure if others saw this too or if it’s something with the site that I’m watching this on.

-Okay, I’m watching the Doctor explain this shit to Bill, and I’m having about as much of a crisis as Bill here

-And then the Super Mario mention though

-Please don’t tell me the past six episodes were holograms

-”A puppet Doctor for you to practice killing.”

-The Doctor Puppet account was worried about that line, yes

-Was that the email he got at the beginning of the episode??