can i keep you both

you: ‘lord of shadows’
me, an intellectual: ‘kit’s ongoing narration about how he finds ty beautiful’


He’s still mine. (x)

i’m living for the day where i get to see a gifset comparing jake’s first proposal to amy in the bet to the actual peraltiago proposal because that might kill me even more than the proper one itself

One neat thing I noticed while rewatching is that some of the paladins’ introductions in episode 1 coincide with their elements! Like:

The Yellow Lion’s element is Earth, and the first thing Hunk ever does onscreen is complain about being in the air and then work with metal. The fear of heights / motion sickness makes sense considering his affinity is with the ground, as does his talent for mechanics.

The first time we see Pidge, she’s working a communications unit. The Green Lion’s thing is Forests, and a big aspect of that is the idea of roots and connection with other living things (”we are all made up of the same cosmic dust”) and the first thing she does on screen is literally connect with others.

Red’s element is fire, and Keith’s introduction is literally him blowing something up and then punching some guys. Which. Speaks for itself honestly.

Weirdly, Shiro and Lance don’t seem to follow this trend. The first thing we see Shiro do is help Matt extract ice from Kerberos, and the first thing we see Lance do is fly the simulator, and neither introduction seems to be related to their given elements of air and water/ice respectively– in fact I’d say they seem swapped. I dunno if that means something, and maybe this observation is meaningless lmao, but it seems to hold up with the other three, which is interesting.


when you expect your best friend to prank you, but you get this instead

BTS Reaction - distracting you whilst you’re on the phone


It was during the home-cooked meal Jin had prepared for you that your phone had first rung, and then it’d rung again for a second time part way through dessert.  Almost an hour later and that call sounds like it isn’t anywhere near ending, and Jin’s becoming increasingly impatient waiting for you to finish.  He tries all his best moves; removing his sweater and making sure to properly stretch, emphasising his broad shoulders. He tries pulling you into his arms too, planting only two kisses on your neck before you push him away with a shake of your head, mumbling something about ‘merges’ down the phone as you exit to the bedroom.  That’s the final straw for Jin; if he’s going to have any hope of distracting you it’s going to take something drastic.  He strips out of his clothes, leaving them in a crumpled pile next to the sofa he gets comfortable on, ignoring how cold the leather feels against his bare buttocks.  Closing his eyes, he takes his soft member in hand and begins to fondle himself, thinking about how good your lips felt wrapped round him last night.  Soon enough his cock is hard and throbbing in his palm, quiet little moans spilling from his lips - moans that Jin allows to become louder when he hears your bedroom door open, your footsteps following.  He opens his eyes to see your stood in the doorway, shocked to a standstill, your hand over the receiver of the phone so your colleague won’t hear the sounds he’s making.  

“Jagi, please,” he groans, rolling his balls as he fists his cock, throwing his head backward against the leather, “I need you.”

Suffice to say your phone call was cut rather short after that. 

Originally posted by seokjinings


It’s the sound of your voice that rudely awakens Yoongi from his slumber.  Blinking away the sleep induced blur in his vision he rolls onto his side to squint at the clock, groaning when he sees that it’s 1am and feeling instantly annoyed at whoever you decided it’d be a good idea to call at the time of the night.  He rolls over again with a huff, this time to face you, and the moment you notice he’s away you pull an apologetic face, cringing.  Listening hard, he can hear the shrill pitch of your best friend’s voice sobbing about something on the other end of the line, and some of his annoyance fades now he knows this wasn’t a call you chose to make.  He resigns himself to riding it out with you, shuffling closer and hiding his face in your hair, inhaling the scent of you as he places his arm across your waist.  He was never meaning to get turned on, but listening to your soft ‘mm’s’ of agreement, feeling the steady rise and fall of your chest beside him, the warmth of your body seeping into his… well, it was sort of inevitable.  Yoongi starts to nuzzle at your neck, his breath hot in your ear as he laves his tongue around the shell of it, goosebumps springing up all over your body in response to his sudden and fervent attention.  His hand starts straying too, trailing downward then coming back up again under your shirt, grasping at your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingertips hard enough that you have to bite back a gasp.  You feel him smirk against your cheek and then suddenly he’s taking the phone from your hand and disconnecting the call without a word, throwing it to the floor and pulling you on top of him.  

“Your battery ran out,” he states matter-of-factly, grasping your hips and grinding your core into his lap.  “Now, make me being awake worthwhile.” 

Originally posted by mvssmedia


All Namjoon had wanted to do when he got home was throw you against the wall and fuck the hell out of you; it’d been a stressful day and he needed the kind of relief that only you could give him.  He felt secure in knowing that the two of you had a safeword in case he ever took it too far.  It was rare that it was ever said, but tonight he felt like it might be one of those nights.  Yes, today really had been that shit.  That’s why when he comes home to find you curled up on the sofa on the phone, giggling with one of your friends, Namjoon’s only response is a deep, throaty growl of frustration - one that has you sitting up in alarm, your eyebrows knotting together with concern.  He strides towards you, radiating dominance as he throws off his smart jacket and starts loosening his tie, your heart starting to gallop nervously in your chest, suddenly lost for words even though you know you’re friend is awaiting a reply on the other end.  

“Hang up,” he commands, standing over you so his crotch is level with your face.  He’s aroused already, tenting the front of his pants.  “Now!” he barks when you hesitate.  The phone almost flies from your hand in your haste to press the button to end the call, stuffing it down the side of the sofa so you know it won’t get in the way for whatever it is Joonie has in mind.  He undoes the front of his pants roughly to pull out his long, throbbing cock, and then grabs a fist full of your hair to yank you towards him, your mouth automatically falling open.  

“You’re gonna take all of this and then you’re gonna beg me for more, you got that?” 

Originally posted by junghoseok


Hobi had already been halfway into your pants when your phone starts to ring on the bedside table next to you.  It’s your mom, so you’ve got to pick it up otherwise she’ll start to worry, and when she worries she has an awful habit of popping round uninvited to check on you - and that certainly would put a dampener on things.  You answer the call, grabbing onto Hobi’s wrist to pull it out from the waistband of your jeans, unable to keep yourself from smiling at the adorable pout on his face.  He’s far too incorrigible, though, or maybe he’s just impatient, but either way, you’ve only been on the phone a couple of minutes when you feel his hand sneaking back in, his lips on your neck.  You smack at his arm but it does no good; his fingers find their way into your panties and back to your soaking wet core, a low hum rumbling in his throat as he circles your clit.  You squirm, biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning, managing the occasional ‘uh-huh’ back to whatever it is your mother is saying.  Honestly, you’re not really paying attention.  Knowing that you two could be caught out any second is just making you hotter, and despite common sense telling you you shouldn’t, you end up undoing your jeans and shimmying them down whilst still on the line, spreading your legs for Hobi to take full advantage.  

“Does your mama knows what a bad girl you are, baby?” he whispers into your free ear, fingertip teasing your hole.  You’re sure your lip is going to start bleeding in a second if you keep on biting it this hard, but it’s the only way you can keep yourself quiet, especially when Hobi slides two, long fingers inside of you, stretching out your walls.  “Think you can keep quiet when I make you cum?”

Originally posted by you-made-me-again


When you’re on call both you and Jimin are all too aware of the constant threat of separation your phone poses - but rather than let it put you off for fear of being interrupted, it actually spurs the two of you on.  The sex you have those nights is always rushed and hot and passionate, never knowing just how much time you’ve got, and tonight looks like it’s going to be no exception.  He’s just peeling your panties off with his teeth when your phone does ring, and rather than stopping you simply lean over and grab your phone off the bedside table, answering it and trying not to sound too breathless.  They need you at the hospital your colleague tells you as Jimin licks and kisses his way up the inside of your thigh, smirking up at you.  She gripes about how busy it is while you’re flopping open your legs, Jimin’s tongue coming into contact with your core, and you morph your groan of pleasure into one of sympathy, winding your free hand through his hair and pulling him in.  You love how naughty it feels having him between your legs whilst she has no idea, grinning and biting your lip down at Jimin as he looks up past your pubic bone, flicking his tongue against your clit.  

When you flex your hips and pull his hair, egging him on, Jimin closes his eyes and really starts to concentrate on the task at hand, drawing figure of eights amongst your wetness, lapping up everything you have to give him as you arch your back soundlessly.  It’s only when he slides a finger into your heat that you can stand it no longer, garbling a promise that you’ll be there soon and ending the call just in time for him to start assaulting your clit with harsh licks and sucks.  

“You’re not going anywhere yet, kitten,” Jimin warns you from between your legs, lifting his face enough for you to see your arousal shining all over his mouth and chin.  He licks his lips, smiling salaciously.  “Not until daddy gets a turn.” 

Originally posted by jinmini


Of all the times for your phone to ring, it had to be whilst Taehyung is indulging in one of his little games.  He’s got you bound, immobile on his bed, handcuffs stretching from each of your wrists to either side of the headboard, an ankle spreader keeping your legs apart, allowing him to inspect your pussy to his heart’s content from where he’s knelt naked between your feet.  And normally you wouldn’t mind, happy to let it ring, but you had an important interview yesterday, and this might well be the call back you’ve been waiting for.  You pull against your restraints, begging to be released, but Taehyung just smiles that wicked smile of his and crawls on top of you, his cock weighing heavy against your stomach, and then he reaches under the pillow and brings your phone his ear, answering it for you.  You’re horrified, pulling at the cuffs harder and making them rattle in protest, your soundless mouth flapping indignantly.  

“I’m afraid she’s all tied up right now,” he smirks, delighting in the flush of embarrassment that colours your cheeks.  “She can’t really come to the phone.”

Taehyung takes hold of his cock in his free hand, shifting all his weight onto one side so he can manoeuvre himself between your legs, sliding the swollen head through your slick folds.  You whimper helplessly, your hips bucking towards him all of their own accord;  you’re as desperate to feel him inside as you are to take that call and torn between the two, reduced to a mewling, dripping mess as he toys with your powerless body.  His own breathing starts to get a little heavier as he dips the very tip inside shallowly, in and out, teasing you both as he hums in agreement with whatever the person on the other end is saying.   

“Oh yes, I’ll see that she gets it.”  Tae sinks into you with one agonisingly slow thrust as soon as those words have left him, biting his lip as he bottoms out, and you know if he hadn’t he’d have grunted with the force of it.  Your feel your walls stretch around the girth of him, a burn that has your back arching from the bed, your cuffs rattling again, and as he feels you clench around his cock Taehyung finally stop playing, hanging up the call and fucking you in earnest, moaning louder than ever. 

Originally posted by buisually-appealing


You’ve known for days that you were spending tonight sleeping over in the boys dorms - so how on earth did you forget to pack your pyjamas?  Luckily enough Jungkook has begrudgingly leant you a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt to wear for sleeping in, and you’re just pulling the t-shirt over your head when you hear his phone start to ring.  Seeing that it’s only Namjoon calling it you decide to answer it for him, making pleasant conversation as you leave the bedroom to find your boyfriend where you left him sat in front of the TV, and as always Joonie has you giggling by the time you get there.  Jungkook looks up, his eyes narrowing when he sees you blushing at someone else’s words, tonguing the inside of his cheek jealously as you flop down next to him on the sofa, completely oblivious to his stare.  It only gets worse when he takes in what you’re wearing.  His baggy t-shirt shows off the beautiful curve of your neck and the delicateness of your collarbones, his boxers riding right up your thighs and revealing too much skin.  He’d never had guessed you’d have looked so good in his clothes, otherwise he would’ve shared sooner.  Jungkook’s both annoyed and aroused now, and when you giggle again and bite your thumb he finds himself wanting punish you, his cock twitching in his shorts at the thought of wiping that smile off of your face.  

You’re caught completely off guard when Jungkook suddenly knocks you off balance, pinning you down on the sofa with the entirety of his weight, his hair dangling into his lust darkened-eyes.  The phone is still pressed to your ear, Namjoon asking if you’re alright after hearing your little yelp of surprise.  The boy on top of you starts to grind his erection against your core through his shorts and his boxers, savaging your neck with his mouth, sucking purple marks into the skin, and it’s with a stilted stutter that you tell Namjoon that you should go.  

“Don’t you hang up,” Jungkook growls as he pushes his hips into you again, saying it loud enough that you know his friend on the other end will be able to hear, “I want hyung to hear me take what’s mine.”  

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Got a little carried away with myself there, gosh! *fans self*


Under the same stars, there’s some guy and he’s with his girl. He thinks he’s got all the time in the world and he’s right. And I hate him.

why is everybody so upset people ship clalec? so far we had three episodes filled with angry looks, banter and sassy remarks, not to mention “you’re upset by the way jace is looking at her” and “if you really feel that way about her why did you help us”, generally alec being lowkey obsessed with clary and, let’s be real, some real chemistry game going on.

i’m personally not so big on hate-to-love relationships, but how are you all so surprised people who have not read the books jumped on clalec like thirsty wanderers on an oasis.


that one time I totally dragged my friend into cosplaying charoix with me

@raw-me-chariot , just in case you thought I wasn’t being serious ((///v\\)))“’

i just really love the idea of shiro and keith being thrown together by the universe, like no matter what happens, they’ll find each other in the end? somehow, some force just keeps pushing them back together

like yes, they’ll lose each other, probably multiple times, but they always find each other again

and maybe one day, their luck doesn’t stick and they’ll lose each other for real, but damn it if they won’t fight to stay together, you know?

i love the thought of them being destined to meet each other, but that it was them who made it into the relationship they have now, them who fought to keep it like that, their choice to keep loving each other, even when the universe makes it both easier and harder to stay together in the end.

just give me sheith being thrown together by circumstance (and the universe) and choosing to stay together, even if destiny is also pushing them apart. because choosing to be in love, and to be loved, and to stay in love, even when it’s easier not to be, even when it hurts, that must be really hard.

stars-sans  asked:

If I make another child for OmniPJ will It be canon?

Unfortunately no. 

Getting Mono was an experimental and long process for Omni and PJ, with Omni tearing apart half of the helix on their soul to create him. 

There would be no way that PJ would have Omni go through that again nor Omni attempting that again. Mono resulted from their last attempt of getting a kid. 

Sorry about that. 

Someday Your Child May Cry

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24. Evasion

Agents Mulder and Scully generally arrive in Assistant Director Skinner’s office in one of three ways. 

Most commonly, they stride through the door confidently with their heads held high, fully prepared to justify whatever insanity they’re being called to the carpet to defend. Sometimes, they slink in with their heads hanging down, an almost palpable aura of guilt surrounding them, steeling themselves to weather the ass-kicking they know they probably deserve. And once in awhile, usually when Skinner calls them in while a case is still in progress, one or both of them will be nervous and jumpy, all but shouting that they’ve got something in the works, that they’re about to do something reckless that will most likely lead to them being called back to this office within days.

Today, though, when Mulder and Scully arrive and take their usual seats in front of the desk, Skinner can tell immediately that something is different. Mulder is all nerves, to be sure, fidgeting restlessly in his chair, crossing and uncrossing his legs, searching his pockets for something to play with, and repeatedly looking at Scully. She, on the other hand, is the perfect picture of calm, legs crossed at the ankles, her hands clasped in her lap. She seems wholly unflappable, her demeanor making it perfectly clear that nothing that Skinner says or does will rattle her.

“Thank you for coming, Agents,” he says, seating himself behind his desk. “I’m sure you’re wondering what this is about.”

“Yes, Sir, we are,” says Scully. To her left, Mulder continues to fidget.

Skinner pauses for a moment before continuing. He’s walking a very fine line here, he knows it, and he can read all too clearly in Scully’s face that she knows it, too. There are things he’s not permitted to ask, or even insinuate, but if he could just convince them, for once, that he’s on their side….

“Agent Mulder, I’m glad to see you back from your medical leave,” he says.

“Thank you, Sir,” Mulder says, looking bewildered. Clearly this wasn’t what he’d been expecting.

“But before I officially sign off on your return to the field,” Skinner continues, “I need to know: is there anything that I need to know about your physical condition that might make your returning to active duty an unwise idea?” He looks back and forth between them. “Either of you?” Scully narrows her eyes.

“If you have questions regarding my health, Sir,” she says in a clipped voice, “please state them clearly.” Skinner curses to himself. Does she have to make it so damn difficult when all that he wants to do is help?

“I’m not trying to pry into your personal business, Agent Scully,” he says carefully. “I just want to make certain, as your superior, that I am doing all that I can to keep both of you safe. And if there’s any reason that field assignment is not the appropriate place for one or both of you- even if it’s only a temporary situation- I need to know.” He sighs. “I’m on your side, Agents. I want to make things easier for you, not harder. Is that so hard to believe?” Scully’s face softens ever so slightly. She glances at Mulder, who gives the slightest of shrugs.

“At this time, Sir,” Scully says, her voice a little less formal now, “there is nothing that would render either Agent Mulder or myself unfit for active duty. But I can promise you that if that changes, we’ll let you know at once. You don’t need to worry about m-” She stops herself. “About us staying in the field past the point where it could be considered safe.” Skinner holds her gaze for a moment longer; then, finally, he nods in concession. This is all the confirmation Scully is willing to give him right now, and he’ll have to be satisfied. He knows better, by now, than to try to force anything from her that she doesn’t want to give. It’s an exercise in futility.

“All right, then, Agents,” he says. “That will be all.” At his dismissal, Mulder and Scully rise to leave, Mulder looking relieved beyond measure as he allows Scully to precede him to the door. “Oh, and Agents?” They stop and turn back. “Off the record… congratulations.”


It’s hours later when Mulder meets him in a back table at The Headless Woman. Scully, Skinner knows, doesn’t much like this place, ever since Agent Pendrell’s fatal shooting here, almost three years ago, so he’s not surprised when Mulder slides into the booth across from him alone. He orders a beer from the server as she’s passing, then turns to face Skinner.

“So,” he says, heaving a sigh, “I guess you’ve got some questions.”

“A few,” says Skinner wryly. “I thought… that is, I was under the impression that this wasn’t possible.” He’s read the reports, of course. They might not all make perfect sense to him, but he’s been able to understand the basics: whoever had taken Scully, years ago, had kept her ova when they’d returned her. There had been that sad business with the little girl out in California the Christmas before last- Skinner can’t remember her name- and he’s always sensed that asking Scully for any clarification on the issue would border on cruelty.

“There was one thing I never told you,” says Mulder. “I only told Scully less than two years ago, actually. Not too long after she was diagnosed with cancer, during the early days of our investigation, I found a vial of Scully’s ova at a top-secret research facility. The baby Scully is carrying was conceived through in-vitro fertilization, using those ova.”

“And are you-”

“I’m the father, yes,” Mulder confirms, and Skinner would have to be blind to miss the pride in his subordinate’s face. “Scully asked me to help her.” Mulder’s beer arrives, and he takes a long swig. “It took a few tries, but we got there in the end.”

“When is she due?”

“Right around Christmas. As of now she’s planning to stay in the field as long as possible, but she’s promised me she won’t work one day longer than she feels able.” Skinner snorts; he can’t quite help it.

“Scully kept working through cancer until she quite literally passed out in my arms and nearly bled to death in front of half the bureau’s top brass,” he says, shaking his head. “What makes you think she’ll be any different now?”

“Because then, she was only risking her own health,” says Mulder. “After everything it took to get us here, she’s not about to take any unnecessary risks, believe me. This is too important to her- to both of us.”

“So am I to assume your duties didn’t end with your donation, then?” Skinner asks, and Mulder looks at him incredulously.

“Of course not,” he says. “I’m in this with her, a hundred percent. I want this just as much as she does.” Skinner nods and sits back in his booth, taking a long pull from his scotch.

“So you’re going to be a father,” he says, finally, and Mulder grins.

“Yeah,” he says. “Does that scare the shit out of you or what?” Skinner considers it thoughtfully.

“You know what?” he says. “I know it should… but somehow, no, it doesn’t.”

I just felt the need to share with you guys. I work nights at a place where you can be both happy and healthy. I keep seeing these stories about ladies who get hit on by older customers and I have a couple of stories I think y'all will like.

Firstly, when a man hits on me, I usually have the power to be really sarcastic, simply because there’s really no one to complain to at 2 am. So if they say something like “What’s a pretty young lady like you doing working at a place like this?” (Which is a line I’ve actually gotten) I’ll say “Working for a living and minding my business” or “Not hitting on women at the checkout counter, that’s for sure.” It’s pretty liberating.

But this one time, I was sniffling a little bc allergies suck, and at the time I had my septum pierced as well as having a little stud. This guy comes up to me and says “Well honey it sounds like your nose is bothering you” and it bugged me that he would call me honet so I said “Yeah, having a couple chunks of metal through your nose will do that to ya” and he laughed and we talked for a little while and he ended up apologizing for calling me honey

We also have a floor crew that comes in to wax the floors and generally clean them and make them shiny. Well, this one dude who would come very so often would not. Leave. Me. Alone!! He would hit on me and the asm (who was at the time filling in for the night manager, shes also gay) and generally be an asshole. So I kept deflecting him and defending her and finally i just said “can you shut the fuck up and do your job please?” And he said “no, because there’s nothing you can do about it.”
That response isn’t my favorite. At the time, they were doing a strip and wax on the floor, which usually takes a crew of about 4 people and 3 nights to complete. So I went up to the boss of the team and asked him to call his supervisor, but because I am pretty friendly with the floor crew, so I told him what was going on, and he yelled at the guy on the spot and made him wait in the truck until they finished that night. He also made sure that he wouldn’t come back the for the rest of the strip and wax and I’ve only seen him one other time, and then my manager wrote a note to his supervisor on his document papers that he wasn’t allowed in my store again :))))

Anyways my heart goes out to you ladies who can’t be a sarcastic asshole to the men who hit on you bc it’s pretty liberating

When you find out a show has a canon asexual character and you attempt to watch three seasons in two days.

Originally posted by horseman-bojack

Words Written on Your Wrist | Part 3 | Soulmates! Spencer Reid x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Soulmates! Spencer Reid x reader

Requested: Nope, I just figured I’d jump on the soulmate band wagon

Requests: OPEN

Part 3/?

        Part 1 Part 2

Words: 2982

Warnings: none

Summary: Everyone’s wrist has three words on it, the first three words you’ll hear your soulmate say. You think the idea of soulmates is just a bunch of junk, but you’re in for a rude awakening when you meet your soulmate at your new job at the BAU. Because you worry you will lose your new dream job, you keep the fact that he’s your soulmate hidden, pretending as if those three words didn’t exist.

A/N: I may have shed a few tears writing this. I don’t know how many chapters I am going to do after this, but for sure there will be a 4th part. Thank you all for your kind words! Feedback is greatly appreciated!! I hope you all like this!!!

As the words left Spencer’s mouth you knew you had a split second to decide whether to act shocked and hide the fact that you knew, furthering the lie, or to resign to the fact that he was your soulmate. Luckily you were in the van with Rossi and Derek, so you didn’t have to face the astonished or judgmental eyes of the entire team.

             Morgan’s eyes widened before turning to look at you and you heard two gasps over the com, you assumed one belonged to Prentiss and the other belonged to Garcia. You set your jaw and pinched the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes tight. Barely a day on your first case and everything is already going to hell in a handbasket. You’re sure to to be kicked off or lose all of their trust, only to be treated like a pariah. You think you’d rather be kicked off.

             “Focus.” You heard Hotch growl into your ear piece and you reminded yourself that if you managed to get out of this with good graces to do whatever it takes to never hear him speak like that to you again.

             “Welcome!” You heard over the line again as Spencer and JJ were welcomed into the support group’s meeting. “We will begin the night as we always do, with an affirmation that everyone here is valid in their identity of being a Glitch. There is nothing wrong with it and by no means does it decide our future as successful human beings and no way does it restrict us from finding out own love.” The organizer spoke in a soft and comforting tone. At the last part, you thought you heard a very quiet, mocking, exhale.

             “Someone just scoffed, try and see who that was.” Emily said quickly, hearing it as well.

             “Now we are going to open the floor for whoever that wants to share.” The organizer said after a moment. Someone began talking about how he met his soulmate by a friend of a friend, but that once they were introduced it was apparent that he wasn’t her soulmate. He had kept it from her and they were now good friends, her having no idea what she was to him. The man went on and on about how tortured he felt every time he was with her, that he knew that she was perfect for him but it would never be reciprocated. Your felt a pang of guilt in your stomach, wondering if that’s how Spencer was feeling.

             A few more people went before the head of the group spoke up again. “Maybe one of our new comers can share their experiences?”

             “I ca–“ You heard JJ start but be interrupted by Reid.

             “I will.” He said firmly and he surprised himself with how his voice didn’t waver. This wasn’t about Y/N, he told himself, this was about finding the killer. He’d make something up and then say that him and JJ were seeing each other to try and get a rise out of the man who had scoffed earlier. As he walked up to the podium his legs felt like jelly and his heart rammed against his ribcage. Spencer took a deep breath before he started. “I met her a while ago,” He lied easily to the crowd.

             Meanwhile, in the van, you tried your best to not hyperventilate, your chest feeling tight and your head feeling far too light. You wondered what he was going to say. Was he going to make something up? Was he going to talk about you? You had just met him, that wasn’t a while ago, maybe that meant he was going to continue with a charade for the entire meeting.

             “She was new to the department where JJ and I work at,” Spencer gestured to the blonde woman he came in with, and your stomach dropped. “We work at a psychology practice together and I knew she was my soulmate when she was being introduced to us by our boss.” You knew they couldn’t go in there and say their real occupation, but that seemed to be the only thing that he was changing. You ignored the stares you were receiving from Derek. “She was about to say something when another one of our coworkers interrupted and asked her if she could help her with anything or get her coffee, and then asked her if she liked coffee, meanwhile this coworker was too excited to let her speak between this questions. The first thing she replied to was the last question and that’s what was on my wrist,” Spencer’s voice sounded strained, stuttering every once and a while. “I- I knew then. I didn’t know if she had heard me speak yet, but based on how she was acting, I didn’t think so. You see uh, since we’re psychologists we’re really good at noticing how people react, so after carefully formulating what I was going to say to her, of course I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind after she shared about a friend’s death was that I was sorry for her loss. I carefully watched the way she reacted. The words held no deep significance to her. And based on that and how she’s continued to act around me, I concluded I am a Glitch. Since then I decided I was going to take fate into my own hands.”

Damn, was this ironic. That’s exactly what you were doing, taking your own fate and deciding what you wanted, which was to be your own person. Meanwhile these women were being murdered for taking their lives into their own hands and choosing to be someone’s partner. The universe had a sick way of making thing play out, you thought before you turned your attention back to Spencer’s speech.

“JJ and I have been dating for a few months now, and I’m happy, even though I know I have to see my soulmate every day.” You noted his voice inflections changed. That strain was there and gone between the truth and the lies, and it was definitely there for that last half of the sentence. You were hurting him. You were going to make him go through his every day with the thought that his soulmate, the person made for him, would never be more than a work colleague. The thought of it felt like a knife in your gut, but the thought of losing everything that you had worked for going down the drain felt like a thousand. Veronica’s face flashed before your eyes, your childhood best friend lost at the hands of a serial killer. You had to do this for her.

‘But does it matter?’ You reasoned in your head. ‘What if they don’t let you stay because it could affect Spencer’s work? He is far more brilliant and a bigger asset to the team than you were, you would be the first to go if it affected the work environment.’ The thoughts in your head went a thousand miles an hour, knowing you had to come to a conclusion as to what you were going to do, and quick.

Spencer then thanked the group before stepping off the podium, quickly excusing himself to the bathroom to tell the team that there was someone who appeared extraordinarily distraught when he said that him and JJ were together, saying that his name tag read James but there was no last name listed. Hotch responded to tell him to try and talk to the man afterward to get a last name and if they couldn’t, to ask around. After that Reid dismissed himself to get back to the support group. You absentmindedly scratched at your wrist, and glancing down you saw the edge of the script, and your breath hitched in your throat when you realized it was now turning grey, not the normal inky black it had always been. It was fading. You didn’t even know that that could happen. Marks normally only faded after your soulmate had died.

The rest of the meeting went quickly, either that or you were in a daze, staring at the little bit of writing that peeked out from under your sleeve and bracelet. JJ had gotten a name for the suspect, and Garcia did a quick search to find that a one James Quinn’s best friend, and presumably soulmate, died from cancer the previous month.

“That’s the stressor.” Rossi said definitively, “Get him.”

“I think this is the fastest we have ever closed a case.” Prentiss said with a laugh as they hauled the man into the back of a squad car.

“Thank god Y/L/N figured out what the victims had in common so fast.” Morgan clapped you on the back and you had to plant your feet to make sure you didn’t go flying forward from the force.

             You noticed Reid’s sleeved were rolled up, and there, neatly on the inside of his right wrist, was your elegant handwriting. In a fading grey. You cursed to yourself, not knowing what to do. Soon Hotch caught your eye and he nodded in a way obviously saying ‘we need to talk.’ When you got back to the station, he asked to speak to you.

             “You and Reid need to talk.” His tone left no room for argument. “I need to know both of you can stay on the team. You are both assets I intend on keeping but we have to be sure the emotional strain doesn’t effect anyone’s work.”

             You opened your mouth to speak but before you could there was a knock on the door of the conference room you were currently occupying. Rossi entered moments after. “I assume you are talking about what just happened and the implications?” He asked and you and Hotch both nodded. “Are you still set on not telling him?”

             “Telling him what?” Hotch frowned, glancing between the two of you. Your eyes widened, you figured if Rossi knew that meant Hotch would as well.

             “That they’re soulmates,” Rossi said, frowning as well, also figuring Hotch knew as well.


             This time you spoke up, pinching the bridge of your nose again. “We’re soulmates. But I don’t want a soulmate. I didn’t tell him that we are and that its reciprocated.”

             “So, he only thinks he’s a Glitch?” Your boss asked, still confused, and you nod. “You really need to talk to him.”

             You only nod again, letting out a sigh of resignation. You figured that once your boss knew you were keeping such a large secret from another teammate it wouldn’t go well.

             “I’ll send him in.” Rossi said as him and Hotch walked out of the conference room. You assumed that meant that no matter what, if you and Reid couldn’t handle working alongside each other.

             Pacing around the room you cursed aloud, debating as to how to go about telling Spencer that he was your soulmate as well. Soon the door opened and he stepped in the room.

             “Listen, Y/N I’m sorry about saying that in the meeting, I wanted to make it seem believable and-“ You didn’t let him get any farther.

             “Did you know.” You stated, hands clasped together tightly.

             He shook his head, frowning in bewilderment. “Did I know what?”

             “Did you know.” You rolled up your sleeve and unclasped the bracelet, tossing it on the table. “Did you know that if you were to add up the costs of all of the items listed in the 12 Days of Christmas it would be around $1.3 million.” Your voice was solemn, resigned. You watched as realization washed over his face and his jaw slightly dropped.

             “I’m your soulmate. And, and you knew?” His voice was quiet, and when his voice cracked in the second sentence you swore something in your chest did too.

             “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want a soulmate. I don’t want a soulmate. I don’t want my identity tied to someone, I’m my own person, not someone’s other half.”

             Spencer took a deep breath, trying to clear his thoughts. This was not how he imagined this would go. He imagined that his soulmate would be ecstatic to meet him, like something out of a fairy tale. Just his luck, he thought bitterly, he would wait all this time to find her, first think he was a Glitch, and then she wouldn’t even want him. Thinking over what he had to say, he played with his fingers for a while before lightly touching the tattoo on his wrist that was getting darker by the second, returning to the ink black it once was. “But the thing is, Y/N, I don’t think we’re two halves of a whole. I don’t expect us to be two halves of a whole. I think that we’re two separate people that just happen to work together perfectly. That’s what life it though, individuals coming together to form something that is bigger than ones’ self. That’s why you joined a team, wasn’t it, to be a part of something bigger? It’s the same concept with soulmates, in my opinion. We obviously aren’t codependent on one another, we’re already doing very well without each other. Imagine how it would be with us together, as soulmates, as a team.” His eyes glistened as tears threatened to fall and you looked away. Here it comes. You didn’t know how to say it, the true reason you didn’t want to be someone’s soulmate.

             “Did you know ants can carry over 20 times their body weight?” You ask, looking up and away as your own eyes filled with tears.

             “Wha- What does that have to do with anything?” He was obviously getting annoyed but knew that there was going to be a reason for what you had said so he resisted snapping.

             “That’s what by best friend said to me on the playground when I was 8. I was crouching down watching an ant hill when Veronica walked up next to me and told me that. I said ‘I did not’, and her face lit up as she shoved her wrist in my face. We were inseparable after that. We thought we were soulmates. We did everything together. That was, up until she was murdered when we were 16.” You paused, trying to control a sob that was building in your chest. “But when the words on my wrist didn’t fade, I knew that something was wrong. Either I had two soulmates or she wasn’t mine and she was a Glitch. But after I watched her casket get lowered into the ground I vowed two things. One, I would help stop the kind of people that did this so no one else would have to feel this way, and two, if I ever found someone else, I wouldn’t let them know that they were my soulmate, I couldn’t do that to her. So, when I thought that us being soulmates could ruin my chances at keeping this job, I panicked, my two vows threatening to be broken in one fowl swoop.” You managed out before the sob that had been building tore its way from your chest and shook your shoulders.

             Spencer stared at you in shock as you talked, watched as you fidgeted and avoided eye contact, as you wrung your hands and bit your lip when you paused. He found himself crossing the floor and closing the distance between you, quietly asking if he could touch you, and when you nodded, he enveloped you in his arms. “I’m so sorry.” You said quietly after you had calmed down.

             “It’s okay, I understand. I forgive you.” He whispered.

             “Can we start over?” You ask, wiping your eyes and looking up at him, you had pulled away slightly to see his face but his arms still rested on your waist.

             A grin spread across his cheeks as he nodded, “Did you know that if you were to add up the costs of all of the items listed in the 12 Days of Christmas it would be around $1.3 million? What is your favorite morning beverage?”

             “I love coffee.” You laughed tearily.

             The two of you stood there for a while, just staring at each other, as if not wanting the moment to end. Spencer’s eyes danced between yours and your lips, “Can I kiss you?” He asked softly, putting a hand on your cheek. You don’t respond, only standing on your tip toes and close the distance between your lips, kissing him softly.

             Spencer grabbed your bracelet off the table without you noticing before you two walked out of the conference room. And when you did, all eyes were on you. You froze, feeling very aware that you were under a microscope, and nervous since these people knew Spencer very well.

             “So?” Morgan asked after a moment, eyebrow raised.

             Spencer grabbed your hand and smiled, “We’re soulmates.”

             “Why did you keep it a secret?” JJ asked you, trying to hide the harshness in her voice, and you didn’t blame her for being upset.

             You glanced up at Spencer before telling the team the same thing you told him, about losing your best friend and who you believed to be your soulmate and how it had affected you. As you talked their gazes soften in understanding.

             “I trust you can work together on the same team?” Hotch asked after a moment to which you and Spencer affirmed.

             “Great.” He said with a stern nod, then turning his attention to the rest of the team. “Great job today everyone, lets head back home.”

             Soon you were back on the plane and sitting next to Spencer, who had fallen asleep. You watched his sleeping form, hands intertwined. ‘Maybe a soulmate isn’t going to be that bad after all.’ You thought to yourself.

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mutantgurls  asked:

Ok. So you know how writers are always making lance sacrifice himself 4 his team. But what if the team get fed up with this a hit and decide to let lance know how they feel by sacrificing themselves4 hum.

OooOoOohhhh a twist! I do love them! Hopefully I did this justice.

The team waits in front of the healing pods, waiting for Lance to pop out. Keith hasn’t been able to stop pacing they had to put him in. Hunk standing by, keeping an eye on his condition. Shiro and Pidge sit in front of the pod, keeping an eye on the other two.
All of them sitting in a tense silence, the only sound vein Keith’s footsteps.

It’s Keith who finally breaks the silence.
“He can’t keep doing this!”

Hunk looks away from the screen for the first time since they put Lance in.
“Keith, it’s not that simple…”

“This is the third time this week Hunk! He’s literally going to kill himself one of these times! Why does he always take a hit for one of us?! We’re capable of defending ourselves, we don’t need him to keep risking his life to protect us! I’m sick of seeing putting himself in danger!”

“Keith does a point Hunk,” Pidge interjects, “ Lance can’t keep doing this. One of these times, he might not come back. I don’t think any of us will be able to take it if Lance dies because of us.” She doesn’t look up from her screen, but the light is bright enough that Hunk can see her eyes are watery with unshed tears.

“Of course I don’t want Lance putting himself in danger for us. I’m his best friend, it would kill me if he died because he was protecting me. But he’s always been like this. He’ll do anything to protect us, even at the expense of his own life.”
Hunk tries to explain, remembering all the times he would take a punch for him back in middle school, or how he would divert attention to himself whenever Iverson was angry at them for failing a flight simulation.

“Well I can’t stand by and watch him do this anymore. He needs to realize how it feels for us whenever he does this. Maybe then he’ll figure out how much we hate it when he does this.”
Keith says a bit too seriously; but before Hunk or Shiro can say anything else, Lance’s pod opens, and the conversation is dropped as they all turn their attention to the groovy Paladin.


A week later, everyone is waiting in the pod room, only this time it’s not Keith pacing back and forth, it’s Lance. And from the state he’s in, he’s not leaving the room anytime soon.

It had been a pretty hectic battle, everyone struggling to take down the battalion of Galra ships and freeing the planet below them. No one could really keep their eyes on anyone else for more then a few seconds. Lance didn’t see the ion cannon aiming at him, too busy taking care of any stragglers that got too close the the planet. But Keith did. And before Lance knew what was going on, Keith rams Lance’s lion, taking the hit aimed for him.

Lance was already berating himself for letting his teammate, his family get hurt on his watch. They were able to get Keith to a pod in time, and once he was in, Lance started to pace rapidly in front of the pod. Coran had told him it would take a few vargas before Keith would be healed, but Lance didn’t care. He let his teammate get hurt. He didn’t protect him. How could he let it happen. The others left to get dinner, but Lance refused. No matter how much his stomach growled at him to eat something, he couldn’t leave Keith, not until he knew he was going to be okay. He failed his team. He didn’t keep them safe. How are you suppose to be a Paladin if you can’t protect your own teammates.

His thoughts only making him go farther and farther into a state of panic. When the others came back into the room after dinner, Lance was no longer pacing, but kneeling on the floor hyperventilating. Hunk and Shiro rush over to him and pulls him over to one of the walls. It took a long while, but with both of them helping, Lance was able to calm down enough to breath normally.

That’s when Keith’s pod opened with a quiet hiss, and Pidge helping him stay steady until he could sit down on the stairs. Lance bolts over to Keith, almost tackling him to the floor.

“WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT!” Lance cries out, grabbing Keith by his shoulders.

“Because you needed to know how we feel.” Keith answers, as if that will explain everything.


“Dude, you do this all the time! You needed to know how we feel everyone you do this!”

“And getting yourself killed is suppose to teach me WHAT exactly!?”

“That you can’t keep putting your life in danger for us!”

“But I have to!”



“Lance! That’s not an answer! Why do you feel like our lives are more important than yours!?”

“Because that’s what I’ve always done! I protect my family! I don’t care if I get hurt or not, as long as I can keep you safe!”

Shiro finally butts into the argument, stopping both of the Paladins from yelling at each other,
“But Lance, we care. We care that you get hurt, and it hurts us to know that you get hurt. We care about you Lance. And every time you put your life in danger for us, we worry constantly about you.” Shiro sits down next to Lance, who has now let go of Keith, and he puts his hand onto Lance’s shoulder.
“We care so much for you Lance, and we can’t stand by while you risk your life for us. We don’t want to see you getting hurt because of us. Please understand, while Keith’s method was…..aggressive, he only wanted you to realize how we feel every time you do the same thing.”

Lance nods slowly, taking in the information as best as he can. Shiro smiles at him and pulls Keith and Lance into a hug, Hunk and Pidge joining in.

“You know, you guys could have just talked about it with me. You didn’t have to go and do something stupid like that.” Lance mumbles, giving a pointed look at Keith. “Yeah yeah, just know that if you try and sacrifice yourself for one of us again, I’m gonna beat the snot out of you.” Keith grumbles back, getting chuckles from the others. Hopefully, Lance will think twice before he goes and protects one of them again.


I hope you liked this! Thank you so much for the prompt!