Y/n: This meeting could have been a fistfight.
Ghost: I think you mean email.
Y/n: Nope.
Y/n: *punches Graves in the face as soon as he walks by*
Dwayne: How are you feeling today?
Y/n: *massaging temples* I've got this headache that comes and goes.
Marko: *entering the room* Has anyone seen my jacket?
Y/n: There it is. *to Marko* You left it on the couch, sweetie.
Beth: You're really campaigning for asshole of the year award, aren't you?
Y/n: As defending champion, are you nervous?
Beth: *raises one hand, curling her fingers into a fist before extending only the middle finger*
Y/n: *raise both hands, simultaneously flipping Beth off*
Sheriff: I'm pulling you over because you were trying to fit three people on a horse.
Lee, with Y/n and Kayce sitting behind him: Wait, three?
Sheriff: Yes, you and the two-
Y/n: JAMIE FUCKING FELL OFF?
Y/n: Here's your cup of warm coffee, Rip.
Rip: It's cold.
Y/n: Cup of coffee.
Rip: I'm not even sure if it's coffee.
Y/n: Cup.
Y/n: *makes jerking off motion every time someone with authority talks*
Deadpool: *smacks Y/n's hand* Stop it, Y/n! You're gonna go blind!
Wolverine: *snorts*
Tav: Hi, sky daddy.
Ascended Gale: *in the astral* I really wish you would stop praying like that.
Halsin: *completely serious* I have to get something off my chest.
Tav: *with fingers crossed* Is it your shirt? Please say it’s your shirt.
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One : Dutton Women
trigger warning: mature and adult themes including but not limited to explicit sexual scenes and swearing. please read at your own discretion. i am not responsible for mature media consumed by anyone under age if these warnings are ignored.
“What the fuck d’you think you’re doing?” I start at the rough growl of baritone behind me, looking over my shoulder at Rip, to find him looming there like a brooding broad shouldered michelangelo statue, angrily shrugging out of the ranch issued black denim shirt he wears, revealing a soft looking black henley underneath. Though spring was upon us, there remained a chill in the air that spoke that winter wasn’t quite done with us yet.
I clutch the towel tighter ‘round my body, looking back to stare down the newest ranch hands that look away, towards the small fire they’d built; hoping that if they ignore me I’ll go away.
Shows what they know about us Dutton’s.
“I caught them peeking in the bunkhouse bathroom window. Figured if they wanted to look, then they might as well stop being fucking pussies and look!” I raise my voice so it carries and drop the towel and Rip snarls a curse behind me, grabbing my upper arm a bit roughly, yanking me back into the shadows of the bunkhouse, away from the soft sugared moonbeams.
“The fuck is wrong with you Dutton women and walking ‘round here fucking naked?” His breath is hot against my ear as he covers me with his shirt, the denim rough and scratchy against my skin.
Y/n, texting Steve: Steve! Help, I’m being kidnapped!
Steve: Where are you?
Y/n: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help.
Steve: I’ll call Bucky.
Bucky, answering his cell: Y’ello?
Steve: Where’s Y/n? They texted me that they were being kidnapped.
Bucky: Y/n? Whaddya mean, they're right next to me-
Bucky:
Bucky: I’ll call you back. *hangs up*
Bucky: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD!
Y/n: WHO ARE YOU?!
Jason: How do I make a date really romantic?
Dick: Be mysterious.
Jason: Okay!
*later, while on a date with y/n*
Y/n: So, where are we going?
Jason: None of your fucking business.
Y/n: Hey, Ghost? Can I lay my head on your shoulder?
Ghost: Put your legs instead, lovely.
Y/n: *blushing* O-okay.
Ghost: *bedroom eyes, smirking under his mask*
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It takes Several Women to redeem a durge
Tav: We should compare hands, you know. For science.
Rolan: *looking away from his book* What?
Tav: C'mere. I think it would be very educational. *holds out hand*
Rolan: *huffs and turns away*
Tav: *singsong* Rolo.
Rolan: I told you not to call me that!
Tav: Come on then. *waves hand around*
Rolan: *grumbles but stands up and presses his palm to Tav's*
Tav: *fingers intertwining, they pull the Tiefling in, lips meeting his in a kiss*
Rolan: That was *blushing* terrible.
Tav: *smiling* I'll admit, not my best work. I still got that kiss though.
Raphael: *sardonically* Aren't you just a treat?
Tav: *ignores the devil to pluck a grape off a silver tray*
Raphael: *tilts his head slightly, casting an appreciative glance over Tav's form*
Raphael: You can't imagine the things I'd do if I got my hands on you.
Tav: *coyishly* Do it.