“okay, then you can come with me.”
“thats it? those are the questions?” you asked jogging to catch up to Daryl.
“they’re pretty simple questions.” Daryl shrugged, “you seem nice enough.”
you laughed, “are you sue its not because you think im cute?”
“who says i think you’re cute?” he asked but you could see the small grin on his face.
“i do. tell me im wrong.”
he stayed quiet.
“Illya!” you jumped at your boyfriend who held you tight while glaring at Napoleon over your shoulder.
“Y/N, you’re safe!” he said.
“yeah, Napoleon got me out.” you answered, pulling away to look up at Illya.
“he did.” Illya stated.
“dont get mad at me for saving your girlfriend, i saw the opportunity and i took it.”
you’d had a rough day and Crowley could tell the second he walked into the room, “fancy a drink before you smite me?” he asked, walking to the bar.
you laughed, “my day wasn’t that bad.”
“sure it wasn’t darling, that’s why every demon within a five-mile radius is on red alert for you.” Crowley grinned, “are my minions not competent enough for you?”
“you know they arent.” you rolled your eyes, “sometimes i feel like you and i are the only ones who really get anything done around here.”
“and that,” he said, handing you a drink while pulling you to his chest, “is why its you and me against the world darling.”
“what’s your angle huh?!” Archie growled, pushing Sweetpea against the lockers before Veronica could grab him and pull him away by the arm.
“look, i dont know what you’re talking about.” Sweetpea growled, trying to keep his cool after just being pushed by Archie.
“my sister!” Archie yelled, making a move to push Sweetpea again but Jughead got between them, casting Archie a glare.
Sweetpea’s jaw clenched and he took a deep breath, “look, i love her and i wanted to tell you but she didnt think you’d take it well.”
Archie looked into Sweetpea’s eyes for a few moments, “why do you love her? prove it to me.”
Sweetpe rolled his eyes, obviously not about to answer, which is when Toni (the truest of angels) stepped in, “he talks about her all the time. he wanted to ask her out for months before he had the balls to and when he did he planned the entire date. he even brought flowers. trust me Archie, Sweetpea is so whipped it makes me want to gag and i love love.”
you looked down at the courtyard where the King of the North was telling his men the plan. you were new to the Wall, some people had told you not to go because you were a woman. but there you were, far from home, with a sword in your hand and the will to do what you could against the White Walkers.
you turned to focus on the person showing you around which is when Jon looked. he recognized you, after all, you were part of an old house, one quite tied with the Starks.
he had seen you as a kid a few times and he’d be damned if he ever forgot a face like yours. and here you were.
“I know that this sounds insane, but Ivar… i think you like Y/N more than you should.” Hvitserk said seriously.
Ivar tried to hold in his laugh but it ended up coming out anyways, “took you long enough to notice, brother.”
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gif credit @philomaela
-you might not be an overly badass type, or maybe you are, but regardless, Tak sees and appreciates your badass-ery
-he’s not really a talker so you learn to read his body language
-and then the two of you just mirror each other with this unspoken language
-and people are super weirded out by you two
-you make him smile 🙂
-standing next to each other shoulder to less tall shoulder
-meeting Poe who calls you ‘Tak’s lady friend’
-it would start with staying at his place because you both fall asleep working on the case
-and then he suggests you stop sleeping on the floor when he has a giant bed
-and after that… well it just escalates, this is Kovacs we’re talking about.
-Poe asks about you a lot and once you start staying over he grins every time he sees you
-Tak telling you about his life as pillow talk
-meeting his sister who hates you because she hates everyone Tak loves more than her, that’s just a given
-patching Kovacs up whenever he gets himself hurt
-coming across the pink unicorn bag
–”what is this?” “its my bag.” “yeah, but… Kovacs, please, what the fuck.”
-he likes to do that grumbly thing when he doesn’t feel like talking
-or just grabbing you and throwing you on the bed, that works too
-he’s not a great communicator which you’d have to get used to
-but he can show a lot just based on his physicality
-its like your own Takashi sign language
-but when he tells you he loves you, it means even more
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gif credit @e-ripley
“so that’s why you broke the suspect’s hand?” the leading investigator asked.
“yes, i told you.” Lorraine answered.
“so it’s not because he grabbed Agent Y/N’s ass?”
this caught Lorraine’s attention, “maybe,”
you were sitting on the couch with a few of the books you had to read for a hunt, your new four kittens crawling all over you and your books.
Dean and Sam walked into the room and stopped, “kittens?” Dean asked.
“yeah let me show you!” you grinned, “the ginger one is Gabriel, the black on is Michael, the brownish white one is Raphael and this gold bundle of joy is Lucifer, he’s my favorite.”
“you’re telling us, you named these kittens after the archangels?” Sam said in confusion, “but why?!”
you shrugged, “they’re not actually that bad.”
“what intimidates you?” he asked.
“the sunglasses?” you suggested. he took them off to reveal glowing eyes, “never mind, put them back on.”
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