I Know Everyone Finna Pop On This-

I know everyone finna pop on this-

If you were to date any fictional character/celebrity/book character which one would you choose.

Here’s the challenge. Pick only TWO.

Mine would be Jason Todd and Jaxon from the Crave series

I’m in love yet again🥰

Nightmare Wrapped in His Shirt | Sierra Six x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: So we’re both bored and the second heatwave is getting to us so how about some Six comfort fics. I’ve picked a few prompts that I like the look off, so have fun.

“That’s my shirt, can you not steal it?”

summary: by pure luck and without much thought to it, you end up wearing Six’s shirt, and the way he reacts to it is something that you didn’t quite expect, as pleasant as it is. 

tws: swearing, mentions of smoking

word count: 1670

Despite the heat, so horrid and so humid and so fucking sweltering that it was hard enough to move from the sofa, you did need to go shopping; mostly to pick up some things that Claire needed, but also because you and Six were running out of certain things. Mundane things, mostly, like tobacco and energy drinks and coffee. It was sweltering, though, and you weren’t really thinking when you grabbed the nearest shirt and tugged it on, running a hand down your face and groaning when sweat stuck to your palm, wincing as you wiped it on your jeans and shook your head; you took a look at the empty bed, smiling a little at how Six’s side was left pristine, and your side had half the sheet pulled up from the mattress, pillows in a wreckage, and the blanket crumpled and scruffy. You sighed, grabbing your shoes and heading to the door; Six was out in the garden with Claire, hitting the ball on the string back and forth as they talked. You figured it best not to interrupt the moment of sibling bonding, and grabbed the shopping bags before heading out of the door; you smiled a little to yourself as you got in the car, chucking the bags onto the passenger seat and plugging your phone into the aux cord. 

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Both so damn fine, but I miss Chadwick. I miss him and Shuri being a dynamic duo. But May he Rest In Peace.

ALSO THIS MOVIE IS FIRE.

#She has found her new person 

This made me sob. Hard. I have so many ideas for imagines I want to write. There are so many.

Also, for my Gotham fans: I hope you have HBOMAX because Gotham is moving from Netflix to HBO tonight.

Oh and P.S. I also take requests.

Safehouse | Sierra Six x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: omg okay req for sierra six x m!reader

may i have sm with post-nightmare cuddles and/or familial cuteness w claire? thank u i adore u ( ╹▽╹ )

summary: Six knows that there's only one place he can go when he and Claire make a run for it, but what he doesn't know is that the quiet life is something he could really get used to.

tws: nightmares, smoking

You had known Six for a while, a chance encounter when he was working and then a few more meetings by supposed chance had lead you to a fair few nights together and a couple of conversations about being something serious and solid when he got out of the job; you couldn't say that you were surprised when he turned up on your doorstep with Claire, and you didn't think much of it either, letting them in and telling Claire that she could choose to either take your room or the spare room. She settled on the spare room. Six was a little unsure about the dogs, but when he saw how gentle they were with Claire, he relaxed; when she asked if they could sleep in her room, you told Six to move the dog beds - joking about how it was the price he had to pay for you letting him stay. He didn't say anything about it, but he smiled a little to himself when no one was looking. He didn't worry much about anyone knowing the location, outside of Fitzroy, no one knew about you; it was Fitzroy who had told him to pursue you romantically, he told him that he ought to ask you to be his boyfriend but he never got around to it.

Still, Six was just fine sleeping in your room; every night, after he had walked around the grounds to make sure that no one was around, he would lie on his side and cuddle into the pillows while you put your head on his side, your hands either side of your chin as you dozed off with him. Claire slept better than expected, thankfully, she didn't seem so scared of anything happening when the dogs were curled up in their beds in her room. But Six always slept with you, even if he was just taking a quick nap on the sofa, he was always near you.

It was a cold night when Six had a nightmare, tired and groggy but still quiet about it, his training and his experiences in the field meant that nightmares were easily pushed aside; he pulled himself out of the bed, and made his way around the house, pausing by Claire's room to peer in and make sure that she was alright. The dogs raised their heads, the thump of a wagging tail soft against the floor, he nodded at the dogs, then made his way downstairs. He checked the front door was locked, then double checked it, then made his way to the kitchen; he took a look around and even checked in the little toilet to see if anyone was hiding in there, before he opened the fridge and grabbed a drink. He kept wandering, and only when he was satisfied that no one was around did he settle, leaning against the counter and staring down at his socks as he frowned.

He didn't even notice when you had gotten up, not until you crept up beside him, and sighed, taking the drink from his hand and stealing a swig. He took one look at you, and then his gaze was back down to his socks.

"Weird as it sounds, I don't think I can sleep without you."

That caught his attention, but Six didn't dare to look at you. "I'll be back."

"I know you don't wanna talk," you told him, moving over to where you kept your cigarette stuff and rolling yourself one. He didn't even look up at the click of the lighter. "I'm not saying you have to, but... if you're gonna get up at three o'clock in the morning, the least you could do is warn me."

"Noted."

"Six..." you sighed, shaking your head and deciding against it. It was pointless to ask him about whether or not he was alright. "Six, where did you put my book?"

He pointed over to the jars of tea, coffee and sugar; while you were smoking, he moved over to the large windowsill by the back doors. It was thick enough to fit a couple of people, so he sat there with his back against the wall, his knees pulled up and his arms dangled over them as he stared out of the window; he watched the garden as if there really was something out there that intrigued him massively.

Six didn't say anything when you finished your cigarette and grabbed your book, knocking his knee so that you could sit between his legs; his hand went to your side as you rested the back of your head against his chest. He started to draw little circles into your side as he dared to look down at you, stretched out and quite comfortable against him.

He smiled. He could get used to this. He started to close his eyes again, his breathing getting a little softer as he stopped being so tense; he kept his hand on your side, though, and when you relaxed against him, he knew that he really, really could get used to this.

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