i love to see my team guys smiling

Voltron Season 3 Thoughts

Okay, here’s my quick thoughts on Voltron Season 3:

- It felt like half a season, so I’m assuming it was and what we’re getting in October will be the rest of it, even if it’s called season 4. 

- I don’t think the whole “who flies what lion” issue is resolved and that it will come back to bite us in the ass in October. 

- I don’t trust Shiro and this makes me very uncomfortable. 

- The middle episodes were a little confusing? And choppy? 

- Allura’s bayard is awesome. 

- I’m sad we didn’t get to see more focus on the “new” team developing like we got in season 1. Poor Allura didn’t get the attention she deserved. 

- Sven and Slav, lol. 

-  “Look, I’m glad we’re all making fun of Lance.” Keith, my guy. Thank you. 

- Lance going to Keith about his insecurities. There were quite a few Keith and Lance moments actually, which I loved. But I can’t help but feel that even though Keith gave Lance a winning smile and tried to reassure him, this issue will crop up in October. Something is going to happen there and I get the feeling Lance is going to pay the price. And since Keith is becoming more dependent on Lance as his right hand, it will be… I’m not looking forward to this. 

- Lance and Allura moments in the beginning. 

- Alternate realities?! Holy fuck! So Slav’s entire character was foreshadowing?! Did not see that coming. 

- Um, I cried during the final episode with the paladin history, omg. That whole story was really heartbreaking. Especially with Haggar at the end being, like, husband? Wah? So how does Lotor fit into this? What are the family dynamics then? Very interesting. 

- Baby Zarkon was a huge fucking dork and I loved it. 

- Lotor is great and I love him. A+ boy, good boy, precious son. And his generals were just as badass as I expected. A++, great ladies, love it.  

- Lance being supportive but also hyper-critical of Keith at the same time. Their dynamic never ceases to amuse me. 

- No Matt–that must be from Season October. 

- Okay, seriously, you redesigned Shiro, but his hair is still so stupid? Like, c’mon now. 

- Lance being a leader and a serious character, and Hunk also being a serious character. They’ve both matured, but I’m sad we didn’t, like, see it? Like this whole season was a lot of “telling” instead of “showing,” and then “showing” without enough context. We didn’t get to see much development of anyone (except Keith and Lance’s relationship) so that’s kinda sad.

- Shiro chasing after Voltron was super sad and heartbreaking.  

- There’s something up with that cat and his lady.

- I love Baby Zarkon. Save him, poor awkward son. 

- Good all around. It wasn’t season 1, but it was enjoyable nonetheless. Solid.

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Bitty, "Get Me Bodied," clubbing

“Would you care to comment on the video Lukas Bloomquist posted following your win against the Lightning?”

It was an accident.

Boomer never should have been recording in the first place, let alone posting to any Instagram, public or private, but now it’s out and Eric is sitting smack dab in the middle of a press scrum being grilled about his love for Beyoncé where everyone in the world can see.

“I was celebrating with the rest of my team, I really don’t think there’s anything more that needs to be said.” Eric offers a friendly smile, but the horde is undeterred. 

“That was some pretty intense celebrating, Eric. Have you always been such a good dancer?”

Several of the guys behind the scrum snicker loudly, failing to hide their laughter, but Eric keeps smiling even though he feels like his teeth are going to crack.

“What can I say, I like to cut loose after a hard win. We rewarded ourselves with a good time, it was pure coincidence we were able to share that victory with some of Seattle’s finest. It was incredibly unfortunate what happened, and I’m glad everyone is okay.” 

Danny and Smitty are mock twerking behind the press corps, just off camera, and Eric is counting the seconds until his inevitable death when Boomer holds up a child’s fireman’s helmet and shakes it vigorously to get his attention.

“What do you have to say to those arguing that one of your teammates may have been responsible for the fire?”

“I know y’all love a rumor mill, but there was a grease fire at the restaurant next door that triggered the sprinklers.”

“Did your ‘friend’ tell you that?”

He drops his chin to his chest, fighting the burn in his cheeks. “Are there any questions about tonight’s game? I mean, Cricket got a hat-trick.”

Cindy, from the Seattle Times, covers up her microphone. “Well, Crocker didn’t get caught on tape booty-dancing to ‘Get Me Bodied’ with Tacoma’s Firefighter of the Year. We have priorities.”

“But do you have any human decency?” Eric hisses before realizing there are still cameras on him. “Oh, no.”

Imagine...Enjoying Captain America

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Request: Can you write a dean×reader where reader is really into like captain america and the winter soldier and dean keeps teasing her that she loves them more than him and just fluff?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Keep reading

My Teammate’s a Vampire

Summary: The team recently found out that you’re a vampire and they don’t quite know how to take in the new information.

A/N: I have such a hard time writing really angsty stuff when it involves the entire team being angsty, so I’ve decided to make it somewhat fluffy. Again, I know that some of my plots don’t align with the way Marvel wrote these characters, but who’s to say I can’t have an imagination? Happy reading!

Pairing: Avengers x Reader

Word Count: 1,451.


The team sat in the conference room, baffled.

“You mean to tell me you’re a vampire?” Clint asked in disbelief. You shrugged and nodded.

“I know this is a lot to take in —”

“Y/N, we’ve known you for a long time and we never knew this about you,” Bucky said, his eyes meeting yours. You sighed.

“I know I should’ve told you guys, but it’s really hard.”

“But we’re you’re teammates,” Wanda pleaded.

“I know that. It’s really hard accepting this part of me. Everyone is afraid of vampires because of what the media created. Don’t you think anyone would’ve wanted to kill me if I said anything? I’ve had my experiences with that,” you said. 

“Okay, that’s valid,” Steve pointed out. The team sat around you at the conference desk, looking at you. You knew they wanted to ask questions.

“Alright, ask me anything you want.”

Everyone bombarded you with questions and you found yourself wincing at the sudden increase in volume.

“One at a time!” you yelled over the commotion.

“Is it true that you need to be bitten to turn into a vampire?” Pietro asked.

“That’s true. When you’re bitten, the vampire biting you needs to actually suck your blood so that their saliva mixes with your blood. Then you have twelve hours to drink blood, otherwise you die,” you explained. Everyone grimaced.

“Do you drink human blood?” Sam asked. You shook your head.

“No. I’ve never tried human blood before.”

“Then how are you alive? Err, I mean, dead? I don’t know.” You chuckled.

“I drank from a deer.”

“Do you have to feed regularly?” Natasha asked.

“Actually, no. I only need to drink blood every two years or so. I can live off of that, I don’t have to eat.”

“But you eat with us all the time?” Tony asked, confused.

“My body performs the same functions as humans, except I don’t gain weight. I’m stuck at whatever height and weight I was when I was bitten,” you said.

“I’m so jealous,” Wanda said, looking you up and down. “Your body is absolutely killer.” You laughed and gave Wanda a side-hug.

“Believe it or not, in my day, I was considered to be skinny and not what was accepted at the time.”

“If vampires sleep during the day, why are you up during the day?” asked Tony. 

“We don’t need sleep, actually. That’s why I’m never tired. But, I can command my body to sleep if I wanted to.” 

“What abilities do you have?” Steve asked.

“Well, I’m able to fly, run pretty quickly — yes, even faster than you, Pietro — I have acute hearing and sense of smell, and I can communicate with other animals.” The team gaped at you, their jaws to the floor.

“No fucking way,” Bucky said. Bruce grinned and grabbed a notepad from his shoulder bag.

“Tell me more. How are you able to communicate?” You laughed and told him to put away the notepad.

“I’m afraid I don’t know that answer myself. I’m still curious.”

“Is it true that you’re immortal?” asked Vision asked.

“I’m not, I just age a lot slower than you guys do.”

“How slow?” You pondered for a moment.

“Let’s put it this way. You guys turn a year older every year. I turn a year older every fifty years.”

“That makes no sense,” Steve said, his eyebrows furrowing.

“It’s kind of hard to explain. I was seventeen when I was turned,” you said.

“How old are you now?”


“Holy shit, this means you were born in the seventeen hundreds,” Bucky said in disbelief.

“Seventeen twelve, to be exact,” you relied. Natasha’s eyes widened.

“No way.”

“Yes way. You better believe it.”

“So you’ve experienced getting used to the new world?” Steve asked.

“Kind of. Like you, I had to learn to adapt to a new world, but I had to do it every time there was a revolution. I had it easier, considering I wasn’t frozen for over seventy years.”

“You went through the French and American Revolutions, and everything,” Bruce said more to himself.

“Sort of. I mean, I was a troublesome person, so I stuck my nose on people’s business, but left when I got bored. I didn’t need anyone knowing what I was,” you said. You looked at Steve. "By the way, Steve, I actually punched Hitler. It was in nineteen forty. He tried to hit on me and take me to his room, but I wasn’t having it,“ you said. He looked at you with his mouth wide open.

"One badass,” Sam whispered. You laughed.

“No way,” Steve said. “What other famous people have you met?”

“Loads! George Washington, Louis XIV, and by the way, his palace is such a nice place to live in. Let’s see, who else? Michael Jackson, John Locke, Marilyn Monroe, President Kennedy, James Dean —”

“You knew James Dean?” Wanda asked in excitement. You chuckled and nodded.

“Oh yeah. He’s got the softest lips.” She squealed while the boys groaned in annoyance.

"I’ve met too many famous people to count. I really liked living in the twenties, though. I was in Chicago and participated in the whole ‘flapper’ phase before I made my way up to Brooklyn.”

“When did you move to Brooklyn?” Bucky asked.

“A little over a year before we joined the war. I actually knew who you were, Sergeant,” you teased, bowing your head.

“Why didn’t you say hello or tell me you knew me when we met?”

“Well, I didn’t find a good time to introduce myself. You were always with the ladies,” you mused. You turned to Steve. “And you. I also knew about you before the whole serum phenomenon. I was the one who accepted you into the program.”


“Really. With Howard’s approval, that is. I liked the fight in you.” Steve smiled and gave you a grin that said 'thank you.’

“I’ve done a lot of things in my lifetime as well as travelled to a lot of places. I’ve got loads of stories from different times and places.”

“Is anyone else still not over the fact that Y/N is so old? You’re older than Bucky and Steve,” Tony said. You slapped Tony’s chest and he winced.

“I don’t hit like an old lady, do I?” Tony put his hand over where you slapped him and pretended to be hurt.

“You cut me deep,” he joked.

“My best friend’s a vampire,” Natasha said. “That’s so cool.”

“And, you guys don’t have to worry about me sucking your blood or anything. The media likes to think vampires do that kind of stuff, but we really don’t. We’re not into the whole 'Suck-The-Blood-Out-Of-Every-Human’ thing,” you reassured. The team smiled at you.

“We’re not worried,” Natasha said. “You’re like family to us. You’ve had our backs since day one. I think you saving our asses on multiple occasions outweighs everything else.”

“Yeah,” Clint said. “You’ve been around my kids before and they love you. We don’t really see you any differently.”

“You’re that much cooler, if anything,” said Wanda.

You grinned at the team. It was so nice knowing you could let your guard down and be the real you with everyone else. No longer did you need to hide your true identity because the people you loved the most accepted you for who you were. 

“Well, I’m tired,” Tony said. “Everyone out, we’ve got an early morning.” 

The team filed out of the conference room and made their way to their bedrooms. You were about to open the door to yours when Steve tapped your shoulder. 

“Is there anything I can help you with?” Steve stood, not knowing what to say. 

“I just wanted to say thank you for believing in me. It was really hard trying to get enlisted with all of my health problems and nobody believed that I could do it,” he said. Your facial features softened and you gave his bicep a squeeze. 

“Hey, you’re welcome. Anyone that has as much ambition as you do deserves to get what they want. I don’t think you remember, but I was the first girl you talked to when you got accepted. You were so shy and you told me no girl had given you the time of day and that if you were to die in the next five minutes, you were happy I was giving you any attention at all.” 

Steve laughed at the memory and closed his eyes, reliving it. 

“I remember that. I couldn’t put a face to the girl after all these years, but it’s really clear now.” You offered a small smile. 

“I’m really happy that you didn’t die, for one, and I’m happy that you’re still true to your ideals. It’s why I picked you in the first place.” Steve smiled back. “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna turn in,” you said. 

“I thought vampires didn’t need any sleep?”

“No, but you do. Go to sleep, Steve.” He saluted you goodnight and left to his quarters, grateful for all you had done for him. 

Tag list: @wildefire

Mason (Part Seven) - Morgan Rielly

A/N: Part Seven is here! I can’t believe this journey is almost over! I plan on doing an epilogue piece to wrap this mini series up! Thank you to everyone who’s stuck with this! I’m pleased to say this was my first series and I’m glad it’s been super sucessful! Love you all!

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Morgan Rielly

Words: 4,207

Warnings: None

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five] [Part Six]

Originally posted by brandoncarlo

Keep reading

My son!

Characters - Reader x son, Derek, Aaron, Spencer, Emily, Penelope, JJ and mention of the reaper.

Word count - 1024

Summary - The reader gets attacked by the reaper and the team find out the secret she had been hiding.


’You entered the apartment glad that your son was away to his grandparents for the weekend. You walked through your hallway dropping of your keys, badge and removed your jacket. As you walked into the living you saw a figure in the mirror sneaking up behind you. You turned and faced him, he stared at you for a while. Then suddenly shooting beside your head expecting you to flinch, you continued staring.
‘What not allowed to show fear?’ He asked as he looked you up and down.
‘No, I’m not scared of you.’ You told him keeping eye contact. That set him off as he lunged forward, I managed to remove the gun from his hand but he grabbed a vase of my table, whacking me across the head. Everything went black for a second but that was enough time for him to stabbed you in the stomach, you groaned in pain.
‘Trust me by the time I’m done you’ll fear me.’ He said as he stabbed you again in the shoulder, stomach, thigh, upper arm and chest. His aim was to leave you with as many scars as possible and for you to show fear. As he turned to get his second knife, you grabbed the one that was in your chest. With adrenaline kicking in you flipped the both of you over, stabbing him in the chest. Watching the life leave his eyes before everything went black.
You awoke to the sound of beeping and low murmurs of voices. You tried to turn but you couldn’t
‘Y/N?’ a familiar voice said. You groaned as you opened your eyes, blinded by the bright lights.
‘Where am I?’ You asked as you cleared your throat.
‘Hospital.’ A deep voice said beside you.
‘Did I get him?’ I asked as I slowly sat up so I was comfy.
‘Yeah you got him, your neighbours heard all the commotion and phoned it in. Your mums coming.’
You started to panic, why isn’t she bringing Y/S/N? your heartbeat was getting faster, showing on the heart monitor causing the team to stand on edge.
‘Y/N! what is it?’ Derek asked as he stepped closer. You started grabbing the drips and trying your hardest to get them out.
‘Y/N, stop!’ Aaron said, lowly.
‘Is Y/S/N okay?’ You asked. No one replied.
‘Is Y/S/N okay?’ You asked louder.
‘Who?’ They asked in confusion.
‘My son! Is he okay? He was with my mum.’ You said as you started crying.
‘is he okay?’ You asked through tears, beginning to tire.
‘Gracia go!’ You heard Hotch demand. You heard her walking quickly, you relaxed knowing she find him. You went to sleep.
You awoke to the sound of footsteps running down the hall.
‘Mummy!’ You heard Y/S/N. You smiled at him as he stood at the door looking at the other agents.
‘Heyy.’ You replied reaching your hands out, smiling weakly, you watched as he ran towards you. Aaron lifted him up placing him gently on you. You flinched as he accidently hit your stomach.
‘Hey be careful. Mummy’s a little sore just now.’ You told him.
‘What happened?’ he asked as he looked up to you with his bright eyes.
‘Well wouldn’t you like to know?’ You asked him he smiled up at you, forgetting the team was watching you.
‘I was fighting off bad guys, protecting the earth. So, I was.’ You told him.
‘Really?’ he asked getting entranced by your story.
‘Yeah, I think I should tell you something.’ You told him.
‘What?’ He asked worrying.
‘You know how I’m the protector?’ he nodded his head. The team watched on, never having seen this side of Y/N before.
‘Well I just got informed that there’s a bad monster in this room.’ You told him getting serious.
‘What is it mummy?’ he asked leaning closer.
‘it’s the tickle monster and he’s sitting here, so I’m gonna have to defeat him before he can attack again.’ You smiled as he leaned even closer.
‘Oh no!’ You said lifting your hands as high as they could go.
‘He’s attacking right now.’ You said moving cautiously so you could move closer to tickle him. His and your laughter filling the small hospital room.
‘No mummy! I will save you.’
‘And how will you do that?’ You asked making your voice go deeper.
‘By giving you a true love kiss.’ He said as he placed a kiss on your forehead. You should disbelief.
‘You saved me? How? No one has managed to do that before. Are you a prince?’ You questioned.
‘Noooo.’ He dragged it out.
‘I’m a king.’ He said sitting taller.
‘Why forgive me your majesty.’ You said bowing to your son.
You heard a cough to your right. You looked up and saw that the team were watching you with big smiles.
Y/S/N, mummy must have an important meeting with the other protectors. Could you go and wait with grandma?’ You asked him.
‘Okay.’ He said standing, giving you a kiss on the cheek and you returned it.
‘That’s my brave boy.’ You told him as he climbed off the bed and into your mums arms at the door.

The team watched as Y/S/N walked out the room. Penelope was the first to make a noise.
‘OMG! You have a son?’ she asked, plopping herself down at the bottom of the bed.
‘Yeah.’ You replied getting comfy.
‘Where is his dad?’ She questioned.
‘He died just after he was born, he was in his first week of deployment.’ You said looking up to the team seeing their faces fall.
‘Why didn’t you tell us?’ Aaron questioned.
‘This. I didn’t want to put him in danger. He knows I’m away fighting bad guys but he doesn’t know it all.’ You told him turning your attention back to Y/S/N.
‘Who looks after him, when you away?’ Derek asked from beside you.
‘My mum and dad, he loves them. Sometimes my best friend.’ You told them, watching your son and mum play together.
‘Well we’re here for you and as you told Y/S/N, we are the protectors.’ Reid said giving you a dorky smile.

Originally posted by babyspencerreid

maahsrandom  asked:

Seth Rollins? c:

Ahh, what can I say about Seth I haven’t already said? I adore him. He’s brilliant, he’s the reason I got back into wrestling a couple years back, he’s most of the reason I tune in every Monday and the occasional Sunday, he’s…*makes grand gesture* ma raison d’etre. Haha. He’s one of the best in the world today, I’ve said it before, I’ll say it a thousand times more. I really, really hope he gets to be Universal or WWE champ (again) sometime in the future, although I love him as tag champ with his wrestling soulmate Dean Ambrose! xD And it’s not just that he’s a great wrestler, I’ve always found his character fascinating, whether Heel or Face. He has the most heart-wrenching puppy eyes and the sweetest lil smile, but damn, doesn’t he play an incredible and wonderfully detestable bad guy? People say he’s a stale babyface but I don’t buy it - with the right storyline and a good heel to work against he’s brilliant, he showed that in his feud with Triple H.

I’m kinda rambling, but suffice it to say Seth Rollins is my absolute favorite (along with Kevin Owens) and probably always will be. He’s an amazing wrestler, and he really just seems like a cool guy, like someone it’d be fun to just talk about wrestling (and dogs! lol) with. I get the biggest, dumbest smile every time I see his stupid perfect face, and I hope to see him be the top guy in the company again, after he’s done being one half of the best tag team in the world and one-third of the best wrestling faction in the world! 

Also he’s really, really pretty. Really…really pretty.

Look at me ramble, lmao. Love!

Gaming Buddies ¦ Jungkook x Reader (Part 2)

*(Y/N/N) - Your unisex nickname

(Y/F/S) - Your favourite song

Online gaming is all fun and games until your group of online friends ask you; hey, should we meet up?

parings; jungkook x reader, namjin, yoonmin, taeseok

fandom; bts

genre; humor

Part 1 ¦ Part 2

FRIEND REQUESTS RECEIVED FROM: GucciBoi, AgustD, BusanBoi95, CookingMaMa.


Well, of course you accepted it. They quickly became the group of internet friends that you would always play with. There were a couple of additions to the group as well such as DANCEMONSTA who was Namjoon and Hobiii who was Hoseok. You guys would swap out as it was normally first come, first serve.

The only person that you weren’t as close with was Jungkook. You constantly got into fights with each other about who was the best Widowmaker which resulted in multiple 1v1’s which were always quite tied. Despite this, you both refused to believe that the other was the better player.

Another thing was that, you didn’t know anything about them other than their names. This wasn’t really needed, when your playing a video games.

You guys constantly use Discord to communicate. This meant you didn’t know what they looked like, what they did or where they lived as you both spoke a mixture of English and Korean. Despite this, you became close to Taehyung, Hoseok and Jimin because of your personality. 

Another thing Jungkook still thought you were a boy. Ever since Jungkook called out that you were using a voice changer, he never really thought any different. When you say you might be a girl, he thinks you are just trying to trigger him. But that wasn’t the case.


You make your way to your bedroom to see your simple room which included: a bed, posters, a tv, and your gaming computer. You turn your computer on which automatically brought up your Spotify account and your Discord.

You start to shuffle your badass playlist. You hear (Y/F/S) which causes you to start jamming. Your head starts bobbing up and down whilst moving your body around to the beat on your small gaming chair. You swear you were trying to stay on it.

When Discord finally loads in, it pops up. You see a group of messages in the ‘GAMING BUDDIES ★’ group server;

‘is anyone coming on today?’ ➝ GucciBoi

‘sure’ ➝ BusanBoi95

'whatever'➝  AgustD

'can’t, have a date.'➝ Windowmaker

Date? Since when can that nerd get a date?’ You thought to yourself, you were somehow overcome with jealousy you find yourself typing a fast response without thinking.

'you, date? sure, sure’
'and i would love too’ You swiftly type each answer, wanting to rile up Jungkook.

'yes it’s a date'➝  Windowmaker

'no it isn’t, we live together’ ➝ AgustD

im just busy, k?’ ➝ ’Windowmaker

'i knew it’ ➝ EDGELORD

'well, you couldnt get a date even if you tried'➝  Windowmaker

'um, excuse you? im hot af. you have no idea’  ➝ EDGELORD

'well, neither do you’ ’➝ Windowmaker

'your personality just tells me’ ➝ EDGELORD

'same here for you’ ➝ ’Windowmaker

guysssssss, stop flirting. can we just play?’ ➝ Gucciboi

'Flirting?’ again, thinking to yourself whilst grabbing the nearest pillow from your bed to rest your head against.
You click on Overwatch to see an invite from Taehyung.

'we are both guys, tae
'and im not really into them’
idk about (Y/N/N)’ ’➝ Windowmaker

You receive a discord call from GucciBoi, you rush to click on it to say;
“I’m into guys”

There was a pause until, you hear two quiet same’s. You could see that only Taehyung and Yoongi were in the call.

Windowmaker/ Hobiii/ BusanBoi95 have accepted the call.

“What were you guys talking about? (Y/N/N), you should of realised I wasn’t there to make a comeback ” Jungkook’s obnoxiously smooth voice calls out.

“I wasn’t making a comeback-” You reply, getting cut-off by a excited welcoming.

“Hey (Y/N/N)” Hoseok screams, causing the whole group to move the headphones away from their ears.
After you finish laughing at his excitement, you start to gush;

“Ahhh my Hobiiiii. I’ve missed you, my love. Still love you.” You were gushing being able to talk to one of your best friends after a couple of days of silence from both parties.

“Of course you do” He was always quite smug when you proclaimed your love.

“Hey, what about me?” Jimin and Taehyung both chimed in, they sounded whiny with one being husky and the other quite high but soft.

“Awww, I love you both too, my best friends” You smile, they generally were your best friends you would tell them everything.

“Ew. Guys, I really don’t care, let’s just start playing” Jungkook growls, his voice holding a bit of jealously within it.

There was another pause.

“I forgot…love you too Yoongi” You add, smirking as you hear a group of laughter.

“(Y/N/N), I swear to god-”

“Jungkook fuck off, lets play.”

You look to see your team of Gaming Buddies finding a match. 


“How come internet friends don’t normally meet up?” Taehyung suddenly blurts out during the middle of their 5th competitive match. You were on a winning streak for the past 5 games.

Taehyung’s question causes you to start stuttering as you become more and more nervous.

“Ehhh” You stutter, trying to stall.

“(Y/N/N). We’ve all known you for like 2 years now and I know the guys won’t say anything but we really want to meet you-”

You grab ahold of your nearest drink and start to down it in attempt of distracting yourself from the conversation.

“So…hey, should we meet up?”

Steve Rogers/Captain America - I’m Sorry I Never Told You - Part 5

Series Summary: Being an Avenger is the most challenging thing you’ve ever done, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. You’re in a relationship with Steve and that’s something you never thought you’d have, you never imagined being so lucky as to have someone like him. However, there is something that you haven’t told him or the others. A secret that you’ve fought to keep hidden. What happens when you have no choice but to tell Steve and the rest of the team your biggest secret?

Part Summary: You and Steve announce your engagement to the Avengers and the BAU teams. Everyone seems delighted and are more than prepared to help you plan the wedding. You have very important questions for a couple of people in your life. You, Steve, and Jeremy head to Quantico for the weekend to see everyone. You’re invited to David’s for dinner and have some fun with your other family outside of the Avengers, but the night is interrupted when you get a phone call.

Pairing/s: Steve x Fem!Reader. Fem!Reader x Jeremy x Steve, Fem!Reader x Avengers, Fem!Reader x BAU

Characters: Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers, Jeremy Y/L/N, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan, David Rossi, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, William LaMontagne, Henry LaMontagne, Michael LaMontagne, Aaron Hotchner, Jack Hotchner, Danny Smith (OMC), Eric Smith, (OMC).  James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, Sam Wilson, Thor Odinson, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Scott Lang, T’Challa (Mentioned)

Warning/s: Mentions of alcohol

A/N: Thank you to @molethemollie for being my beta!!

I’m Sorry I Never Told You Master List

Keep reading

Zach Werenski- Brad!

Hey could you do a zach werenski imagine where you meet his brother brad? Thx:)


 "Babe, are you shaking?“ Zach asks as he quickly looks to me then back to the road.

 "Yes.” I reply honestly.

 I couldn’t sit still. I was meeting my boyfriends brother for the first time. How could I not be shaking like a leaf?

 "Why?“ Zach asks while putting his hand on my knee.

"What if he doesn’t like me?” “That would be the least of my worries.” Zach mumbles clearly not meant for me to hear.Though I feel his grip tighten slightly on my knee.

“I’m sure he will like you. I mean my parents love you already.” Zach clearly says, his grip on my knee going back to normal. A relaxed silence settles in the car the only noises the radio and engine.

“What if I make an idiot of myself?” I ask as Zach and I pull into the driveway of his brother’s house.

“Wouldn’t be anything new.” Zach clearly jokes.

“Hahaha, might want to stick to hockey, comedy is not for you.” I reply as we get out of the car.

“Come on.” Zach says was he walks to the door my hand in his. He basically has to drag me to the door.

Though when we get there he just opens the door and announces his presence.

 "My girlfriend is with me too!“ He quickly calls. Most likely to make sure I don’t see anything I shouldn’t.

"Wait, she actually exists?” Brad calls as he walks down the wooden staircase.

 "And she’s hot.“ Brad adds.

"Brad!” Zach basically shouts, putting his arm around my waist, becoming very protective.

“Babe, he didn’t mean any harm.” I whisper to Zach kissing his cheek.

“Are you actually his girlfriend?” Brad asked.

“Yep, my name is-” I start to say my hand out to shake his

 "(Y/n)“ Brad says cutting off my sentence and shaking my hand.

"How did you know?” I ask not knowing that Zach had said much about me to his brother.

“This guy never stops mentioning you, or tagging you in pictures, and mom asked Zach how you were doing before.” Brad answers.

I look at Zach and see a red tint in his cheeks and ears.

“Is that true Zach?” I ask with a smile looking up at him.

“Yeah.” He answers with a slight, shy, giggle.

“That’s really sweet.” I reply getting on my tiptoes to kiss him quickly.

“Anyway, do you want to sit?” Brad asks as he points to the living room.

“Yeah.” Zach answers.

Zach and I sit on the love seat, while Brad is in the old tan recliner closer to Zach.

“How did you guys meet?”

 "We met through hockey stuff actually.“ I reply.

"Hockey stuff as in?”

“I play hockey for a NWHL team and so we were working at a kids camp together and got along really well.” I state.

“Got yourself a hockey girl, huh?” Brad teases.

“Sure did.” Zach answers with a smile at the mention of me.

“So, what position do you play?” He asks.

“Goalie.” Zach answers for me.

“Thank you, (y/n)” Brad says with a snarky and teasing tone.

This caused Zach to somewhat playfully roll his eyes.

We all sit and talk for a while before Zach whispers in my ear.

“I gotta pee, you okay with him by yourself?” 

“Yeah.” I reply kissing his cheek. When Zach’s footsteps can no longer be heard Brad’s smile disappears.

“Look, my brother really likes you, my mom likes you, I’m not completely sold though. So, why are you interested in my brother?” Brad says leaning forward.

“Zach, is a nice guy and I understand what you are saying. A lot of girls have fucked with his heart in the past or only cared about the fact that he is a big-shot hockey player. I’m not like them, I love your brother. I truly do. He is sweet and kind hearted and he isn’t one of the guys that plays games. He has a great sense of humor and he cares about everyone. Zach is a gentlemen and he just genuinely wants everyone to be happy. With that being said, I also understand that your opinion matters to Zach. So, what do I have to do to make you approve of Zach and I’s relationship or even to get you to approve of me as his girlfriend?” I ask hearing the toilet flush upstairs and the faucet turned on.

“Treat my brother right. He might not seem like it  but he has a fragile heart. I don’t want to see him hurt again.” Brad simpily answers as Zach’s footsteps sound from the stairs.

“Babe, my stomach is kinda messed up. Is it alright if we head home?” Zach asks looking somewhat flushed.

I instantly shot up and walked to him putting my hand on his forehead to check for a fever and to check to see if his face was paling. he seemed oaky but, if he doesn’t feel well, then he doesn’t feel well.

“Of course, its okay. are you dizzy at all?” I ask moving his head so I can check his eyes.

“My stomach is just messed up. Probably just a 24 hour bug or something.” Zach says handing me the car keys. 

“It was nice meeting you Brad.” I say as I walk with Zach to the door.

“You too, (y/n).” He calls, with what I think is a genuine smile on his face.

As Zach and I are sitting at a redlight he turns to look at me.

“So, I do have a good sense of humor? I love you too by the way.” He says with a smile covering his features.

Originally posted by werenski

You’re Okay [MJ x Reader]

Warning: One curse

Word Count: 1531

Summary: Y/N is on the Academic Decathlon with her girlfriend MJ. This is their trip for the decathlon finals. 

“Uranium!” I shouted while hitting the silver bell in front of me.

“Correct, [Y/N],” Liz said with a smile. The Academic Decathlon Team was currently on their way to the competition in D.C, and everyone was practicing on the bus ride.

“Ok, scientists infer that the Big Bang occurred approximately how many years ago?” Liz asked, and Michelle hit her bell with a bored expression on her face .

“13.7 billion years ago,” she answered effortlessly.

“Correct,” Liz said again.

“[Y/N/N],” MJ turned to me and asked with her beautiful smile “are we sharing a room at the hotel?”

“Of course, MJ, I already asked Mr. Harrington and he said yes, as long as we kept it PG,” I said with a wink.

“Well, there goes all my plans,” MJ said throwing her hands up in the air. I let out a snort.

“Hey, um, Liz? Can I take this?” Peter Parker said from behind me. He walked to the back of the bus, on the phone and I heard him say something about being “happy,” although he acted as if it was a person. Me and MJ noticed he’d been acting weird lately. Ever since he got this Stark internship, he quit jazz band, then academic decathlon, then asked to rejoin the decathalon. And he always seems like he’s nervous, looking over his shoulder as if someone’s gonna jump out and attack him.

“That kid’s weird,” MJ said to me.

“Even weirder than you?” I teased lovingly.

“Hah, not even close,” she said while leaning over and putting her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, then turned my attention back to Liz.

We got to D.C at about nine that night, practicing for the championship non-stop. MJ and I dragged our luggage to our room, and plopped down on our beds.

“Ugh, finally, we get to relax!” I sighed, kicking off my boots. I heard MJ laugh at my dramatic delivery.

“If I pull out my laptop, can we cuddle and watch crappy teen movies and criticize them as if we were Michelle Visage on drag race?” MJ asked.

“Let’s do it,” I giggled, and got up to walk to her bed. MJ had just gotten out her laptop when we heard a knock on the door.

“[Y/N], Michelle, are you guys awake?” The voice of Liz Allen spoke up through the door. MJ and I sighed. She got up and opened the door to see Liz in a checkered swimsuit.

“Everyone’s coming down to the pool, you guys wanna join?” She asked with the bright smile every guy falls in love with.

“Didn’t Mr. Harrington say we couldn’t use the pool?” I piped up from my spot on the bed.

“Technically, yes,” she answered. “But I read in a leadership book that a rebellious activity the day before competition is good for team building.”

“You down?” MJ asked, turning to me.

“Yeah, of course,” I said, standing up and heading to the bathroom to change.

“Great! I’ll see you guys down there,” I heard Liz say. The door closed, and MJ began changing into her swimsuit. When I was finished, I walked out in a bold red swimsuit that hugged all the right places. I looked at MJ and saw her wearing a very small blue swimsuit.

She saw me and hollered, “yes! You packed my favorite!” I started laughing hysterically, putting my hands on my knees.

“Come on, let’s go!” She said, grabbing my hand and “Of Human Bondage” and running out the door.


“Babe, wake up,” MJ whispered, gently shaking me from my sleep.

“Hm, what? I’m awake,” I said, slowly sitting up.

“Competition day, it’s time to get ready,” she responded, already dressed.

“Ok, I’m up.” I quickly threw on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, my combat boots, and my decathlon jacket.

“Let’s go!” I said, opening the door.

“Coming!” MJ hollered running up to me and wrapping her hands around my waist. I spotted Liz and the rest of the team at the end of the hallway and walked towards them, pulling my girlfriend behind me.

“Wait,” MJ said once we reached the team, “where’s Peter?” I looked around and realized that Parker wasn’t there.

“Ned,” I asked, turning to the boy, “you’re his roommate, where is he?” Ned had a very nervous and guilty look on his face that he was trying to hide.

“He-um-h-he had to do something,” Ned stuttered.

“What?!” Liz asked with a furious look on her face.

“Yes!” Flash exclaimed punching his fist into the hair.

“Oh shut it, Eugene, we need Peter. You’re dumber than a turkey,” I retorted, making everyone but him snort.

“Well, it doesn’t matter now. Flash you’re in. Alright let’s start loading the bus,” Mr. Harrington said, and started walking towards the yellow school bus.  


“Alright, last question,” one of the announcers said. At this point I was zoned out, my anxiety flaring up tremendously. I was brought out of my daze when I heard MJ press the bell in front of her.

“Zero,” she said, shrugging.

“Correct.” Our whole team jumped up and started screaming, including me. I cupped MJ’s face and smashed her lips on mine ignoring Flash’s wolf-whistles. Pervert.

“I’m so proud of you,” I said after pulling away. She wrapped her arm around my shoulders and led me off the stage.


As a victory gift, Mr. Harrington agreed to take us to the Washington Monument. I was excited to see a piece of American History, but MJ was not having it.

“Come on, MJ, it’ll be fun,” I whined pulling at her hand in front of the monument.

“[Y/N/N], I am not gonna celebrate something that was built by slaves,” MJ stated simply.

“Fine,” I sighed. “But it won’t be as fun.” I saw the team walking into the building and ran to catch up with them.

The female tour guide bored the hell out of me, and the only time I actually began to realize what was going on was when we heard glass shattering above us and the elevator came to a complete stop.

“What the hell?” I said.

“Don’t worry,” the tour guide said calmly, “our security system is up and running.” Funny, for some reason I didn’t believe her. I immediately took out my phone from my pocket and tried calling MJ, but we were so far up there was no signal.

“Shit,” I said.

“We are all very safe in here, no need to worry,” the tour guide said with a fake smile. Yet, as soon as she said that, I heard the sound of a cable snapping and felt the elevator drop beneath my feet. Everyone started to panic, including the tour guide. The top of the elevator popped open and I saw a flash of red and blue when New York City’s knight in shining spandex, Spider-man, swung down into the elevator, holding it up by a single web.

“Hey, how you doing? Don’t worry about it, I got you,” He said in a clearly disguised voice, and beginning to use his webs to pull the elevator upwards.
“Yes!!” Ned shrieked, while jumping and pumping his fist.

“Hey! Hey! Big guy, quit moving around!” Spider-man yelled at Ned.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Ned apologized. Spider-man pulled the elevator to a floor where the authorities were waiting for us with the elevator door open, but we had to climb out the top of the elevator.

“Me! Me first!” Flash screamed, climbing on top of Mr. Harrington, while holding the decathlon trophy. Ned followed him, then Liz, the tour guide, and Mr. Harrington. I wanted to make sure everyone was safe before I got out.

“I got you,” Spider-man said, reaching out to me so he could pull me up and to safety. I reached to grab his hand, but the elevator gave out and I began falling. I tried to scream, but nothing came out of my mouth. I felt something wrap around my hand, and I looked up to see the red and blue hero holding a web that was wrapped around my hand. I began breathing heavily out of nervousness.

“I got you,” he said, slowly pulling me. When he reached me, he grabbed my waist and set me next to my teammates on the twentieth floor. I wanted to say thank you, but I was too frightened to say anything. I didn’t have to, as his web gave out and Spider-man fell down the elevator shaft.

“Thank you!” Mr. Harrington yelled after him.

When we got down to the bottom floor, a body was thrown against me. I realized it was MJ, and that she was on the verge of crying.

“You’re okay,” she whimpered, hugging me, and kissing my neck as if she’d never see me again.

“Shh, baby, I’m ok,” I said, wrapping my arms around her.

“I love you so much. I thought I lost you,” MJ said, pulling out of my grasp and kissing me with a passion I didn’t know she had.

“I love you, too. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Forgive Me - Part 6

Summery: Y/N begins her new life

Triggers: Mentions torture in previous parts, the reader has a panic attach

Word Count: 2100+

A/N: ok so i had an application to send out and it took me the whole week coz its really competitive so I couldn’t write much but I’m done now. 

*Send an ask to be added to the  “Forgive Me” taglist*

“Forgive Me” Masterlist | Masterlist

Originally posted by pandasubaru

‘What’s going to happen?’

‘Well, we’ll give you basic training and make sure you know what to do it this we’re to happen again. But that will be after you recover, for now we’ll make sure you know you’re new identity inside out.’ You were worried about it happening again, and Maria had just confirmed it was a possibility.

‘We also think that the four Avengers that know of your true identity should be the only ones.’ Phil added

‘So you want to hide the thing I need protecting against from the people who are protecting me’ you commented

Keep reading

Hair Dye (Drabble)

Summary: You change up your hair, and find Bucky has something to say about it.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 536

Warnings: Language and fluff.

Based off of this request by anonymous: Can you a drabble where the reader dyes her hair blue or something & Bucky is in shock?

A/N: I might dye my hair blue or a dark purple over Christmas. I just don’t have a Bucky to surprise it with :/

Originally posted by positivegrunge

         “All right, you’re all set.”

         Nat stepped aside, having blow-dried your hair. Your eyes were closed, your back turned to the mirror. She spun you around in the chair, and she squealed in excitement.

         “Open your eyes!” she told you, and you did, letting out a gasp.

         “Oh. My. God.” You stared in shock in the mirror, and you reached up, twirling your hair in your finger to make sure it did in fact belong to you.

         “Do you not like it?” Nat asked, disbelief in her voice. You shook your head emphatically as you stood up to get closer to the mirror.

         “No, I love it!” you exclaimed, continuing to examine it. Your hair was now a bright blue color, and when it shone in the correct light, there were bits of purple in it, too. “I kinda remind myself of a mermaid.”

         Nat laughed, and smiled. “I’m glad my hair dyeing skills are still up there. Come on, let’s go show the rest of the team. I’m sure they’ll love it.”

         You followed her down into the living room, seeing a few members of the team there.

         “Hey, guys,” you greeted. Sam and Clint looked up in acknowledgement, and both did a double-take.

         “Holy shit, Y/N”! Sam exclaimed. “That’s so cool!”

         “Thank you,” you replied, flipping your hair dramatically.

         “Barnes is gonna flip when he sees you,” Clint muttered. You rolled your eyes.

         “Please. It’s just hair,” you answered back. As usual, Clint was expressing his belief that Bucky liked you, which, of course, you vehemently denied.

         “Yeah, and what’s his favorite color on you?” Wanda asked you rhetorically. “Blue.”

         You sighed again, ignoring your teammates and friends – they were just hyperbolizing Bucky’s reaction. But when he walked up from the training room with Steve, you didn’t expect them to be right.

         Bucky’s jaw dropped open when he saw you, and you smiled up at him.

         “Hey, Bucky,” you greeted casually. He stepped up to you, staring up at your hair.

         “Is it permanent?” he asked you.

         “Nah, it’ll wash out after a couple months. What do you think?” you asked tentatively. You hadn’t quite realized that the rest of the team had disappeared, leaving you and Bucky alone.

         He reached up, tucking your hair behind your ear as he leaned a bit closer to examine it.

         “I love it,” he answered softly. He was so close to you, and all you wanted to do was just close the distance between the two of you and kiss him, but you were hesitant to do that – you weren’t sure if Bucky liked you back. You didn’t have to wonder long, however, as soon Bucky was slipping his fingers into your hair and pulling you into a kiss.

         You stayed like that for a few blissful moments, and you wrapped your arms around Bucky’s neck, sighing into the kiss. And naturally, with your luck, your blissful moment had to be interrupted.

         “We have some paparazzi,” Bucky told you as he pulled away reluctantly. You and Bucky turned to look behind you, noticing the entire team piled up behind the wall in the hallway, having been watching the entire time.

         “I told you,” Clint said to you.

Tags: (If you’d like to be added to my permanent list, just send me an ask or message! Spots are always open.) @hymnofthevalkyries @xenaathena @caplanbuckybarnes @tol-sam @andhiseyesweregreen @flowercrownsandmetallicarms @lilasiannerd @pandarosita @heismyhunter @ailynalonso15 @lillian-paige @monsis-world @winterboobaer @you-didnt-see-that-cuming @magpiegirl80 @cojootromuelle @quiskcilver @angryschnauzer @nyecl @rainbowfez @dontfuckwithkezolas @dare-to-dream-about-1d @hettledettle @dont-let-me-go-again @iwillbeinmynest @preppydetective 

Guzma x Reader: Baby Fever

What is even “baby fever”? Not sure that I know, but I do know that I have kitten fever. And now after writing this I definitely have Wimpod Fever.

“Guzma let me see! I don’t want to ram into the wall!”

“Just keep your eyes shut babe! We’re almost there…”

His large, warm hands press a little harder against your eyes as though he believes you have them open. Minutes ago you were engaged with cleaning two ornery Golisopod shells in the tub with a toothbrush and some Pokémon soap (It had been a chore trying to clean Gumdrop, his little girl as he calls her, and your big boy Gazpacho. They had been cuddling and purring in their own little bug away and refused to be cleaned.), but his whining and nagging has finally gotten the better of you. After towel drying the giant isopod Pokémon off you followed him, only to have your eyes covered. You stumble blindly wherever he leads you, holding onto his arms and pressing your back flush against his soft abdomen.

“Ok, now look.” He says at last, joy in his voice when you come to a halt.

Your open eyes are greeted with worn wooden bars in the shape of a box. Soft pastel bedding with pictures of fluffy Mareep prancing over little gates and bushes, the tiny mattress nestled safely within the bars along with a small matching plush toy that looks as though it has been very much loved for many years. It’s a comfortable, well used looking crib that would surely be the safe haven of any small child. But why it’s in your living room is a mystery.

“Guzma.” You state simply.

“I know it looks a little gnarly now.” He insisted, patting the wood as though it was an old friend, “But I figure if I oil it, maybe find a new mobile, and then wash this little guy with the sheets, I think it’ll look real nice again. We could move it in our room next to the bed thataway we’ll be close if somethin’ happens.”


“Come on babe! You have to admit it’s a good first time crib. Better than getting one a those cheap ones that break right away.”

“Guzma, I’m not pregnant. Why did you buy this thing?”

There’s a flash of realization that flickers across his eyes like a lightning bolt, quickly followed up by a strange expression. Longing? Sadness? One of the two, you’re not sure which. But this is the first time you’ve ever seen him so downtrodden by something you’ve said.

“I know that.” he says quietly after a while.

“So why did you buy it?” you ask again, “I’m not mad baby, I just want to know.”

Guzma is unsure how to answer, opting to run his fingers across the bedding until they come across the soft toy. He worries it in his hands. Avoiding the question for as long as it takes. You sit down on the couch, scratching your tummy from under your shirt and waiting patiently. Taking a deep breath he sits down next to you, seemingly drawing strength from the Mareep toy.

“I want a baby.” He replies at last.

You’re thunderstruck, eyes widening and your nerves tangled up in a myriad of confusion. How does one feel about this request when you’ve only been living together for a few months? There are so many things that haven’t been settled. His father is still leaving threatening messages with the league. Your mother hasn’t quite warmed up to the fact that your relationship started up so quickly. Demands from your being the champion keep you away from the house more often than you’d like to admit, especially now that you’re slacking on your duties to be with Guzma. The work piles up, sometimes you become upset at each other, but you never thought he would be ready for such a drastic step.

“A what?” you croak, thinking perhaps he has responded with something else.

“A baby.” he says again. His voice seems to gain in strength, as though the toy has given him his voice back, “Been seeing some of my friends in town, mostly the girls are the ones who got a little kid with ‘em. They look real happy. Probably never seen ‘em that happy before. I unno… I got the baby fever bad babe…”

“I…” what could you say? You can only sink further into the couch. Guzma isn’t looking at you anymore, probably thinking the worst as his grip tightens around the Mareep toy. Palpable silence lingers in the air for quite some time. It’s finally broken when Guzma inhales, letting it out slowly before continuing to defend his desire.

“Just been thinkin’ too… Would be like… nice to have somethin’ that’s ours.”


“Yes. Somethin’ that we didn’t have to rely on anyone else for. Somethin’ we made on our own, ya know? Somethin’ I can call mine, and you can call yours, but we know it’s both of us that made it.” He seems to have more conviction, despite the fact that he cannot find the words to describe what it is he wants exactly.

“But isn’t our love like that? Isn’t it something we didn’t need anyone else to give us? We made this,” you indicate to the apartment around you, to the two Golisopod waddling through the hallway curiously trying to see what’s happening, “We made this together. A baby is just… I’m not sure we could handle that right now. Not like this.”

“I’ll take care a you both! You won’t ever have to worry about money or who’s gonna take care a the kid. I’ll get as many jobs as it takes, I’ll do anythin’ I needta to make sure you both have everythin’.” he insists. Your Gazpacho nudges him softly with a claw, earning a “not now” from him until a bit of an ice beam gets his attention.

“What the hell!” he exclaims.

“Gazpacho,” you begin, “Don’t do that to people- what have you got there buddy?”

In terms of spellbinding events, today seems to have it out for you. Guzma’s Golisopod makes a soft content noise when your Gazpacho lowers his arms, an egg cradled between its claws. He places the egg gently in the space between you and Guzma, returning to his innocent little mate and looking expectantly at the two of you. Guzma can’t say anything. He reaches for it at the same time you do, and without missing a beat you both cradle the egg between the two of you.

“I… I guess we are having a baby after all.” you say, smiling at Guzma’s widened eyes. He’s completely enraptured with the egg, fascination with bugs showing clear as day now that he’ll have the opportunity to witness one being born.

“And I guess… Maybe after this little guy hatches… Maybe we can talk about the baby thing a little more. See if we’re ready.”

“I’d like that babe.” He smiles.

At least, if the crib he’s purchased cannot yet contain a baby, it can be used as a soft nest for a Pokémon egg.

Fic: I told you so...

Taking a breather from my OFBB to write a quick drabble for fun. Based on the prompt “I just like proving you wrong.” Read it on Ao3 or below. 

I told you so…

Felicity let out a scream that filled the entire Foundry – even Dinah, whose Canary Cry was much louder, winced.

“Geesh, and I thought her loud voice was bad,” Wild Dog said.

“SHUT UP RENEE,” Felicity replied in the aforementioned loud voice.

“Felicity, it’s going to be OK, Diggle went to pull the van around and we are going to get you to the hospital,” Dinah tried to assure her. She really didn’t have much experience with pregnant women, and after watching Felicity the past few minutes, she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to be in that condition herself.

“Did anyone get ahold of Oliver?” Felicity asked after another contraction subsided. “I need my husband.”

“We haven’t been able to reach him on the phone, but Barry’s on it,” Diggle said as he entered the lair. “He was on a reconnaissance mission for Team Flash and didn’t check in. Barry will find your husband. And knock some sense into him.”

Keep reading

Her Heart

Requested by @emilyisrightiamleftCan you do an imagine where Spencer finds out his longtime friend and crush he hasn't seen in years has a son from an unfortunate happening and spencer offers to help raise her son.

Title : Her Heart

Pairing : None, but Spence did have a crush on the reader

POV : Third person

Word Count : 1146

Originally posted by reidmeright

It takes a mere glance to fall in love, it took Spencer 3 years.

3 years of shy touches, silent conversations, discreet glances and keeping each other company on late nights. Every conversation had been embedded into his mind, not just each other but the way he felt when she laughed, when she got excited, when she cried.

It was strange thing, to fall in love. It’s so discreet and silent. It’s this sudden longing for them, the sudden desperate urge for their warmth and touch.

Everything happened so suddenly, so quickly. Just like her death.

It was strange really, when he got the call. He’d woken up, read three books, and made his coffee and had sat to read the paper. The phone rang and he picked it up and she, Rosaline was her name, spoke.

“Are you Mr Spencer Reid?”


“Sir, I am sad to inform you that…”

The rest of it was a blur, bits and pieces, phrases with buzz words that pierced my heart.

“Sorry..Y/n..Car crash..passed away..child..guardian”

She always did say she wanted to go with a bang.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

If you're stilling doing it Could you do what you thought of dadchi first impression thing I think they're very interesting and I'd love to see one of my favorite captain

Heya! Daichi for the character ask meme? :> 

Yes I’m still doing them and YES I’LL DO DADCHI!

First impression

I didn’t really think much of him at first! I just thought he was the usual hard-ass captain leader-type. I thought he was a pretty serious guy and scary when angry lmao THAT LITTLE SMILE HE GETS SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME

Impression now

A hard-ass and serious about the team but overall a good guy who cares about his friends and teammates A WHOLE HECK OF A LOT. He’s a solid receiver and really lives up to his title of captain he’s always giving advice and pushing the team to change their attitude. I love how he’s such a MEANIE to Asahi but only because he loves to tease and I’m pretty sure he thinks it’ll help him in the long run… IT’S ALSO MY FAVE THING EVER WHEN SOMEONE IS LIKE “DAICHI YOU LOOK BIGGER THAN I REMEMBER” AND HE’S LIKE “WHAT LIKE AROUND THE MIDDLE?!” oh also, thighs.

Favorite moment

You guys know I can’t be serious about these things LOOK AT HIS FACE LMAOFGDHJGKFD

Idea for a story

IDK but there’s way too much “Suga pines for Daichi who is really dense and doesn’t realize” I WANT MORE DAICHI PINING FOR SUGA WHO IS REALLY DENSE AND DOESN’T REALIZE

Unpopular opinion

? I don’t know Daichi is literally perfect and we all think so ?

Favorite relationship

DaiSuga is so sweet it makes my teeth hurt :) Actually I ended up reading this fic last night and IT WAS SO CUTE AND SO GOOD also pretty smutty

Favorite headcanon



daichi’s just here for the free food



Thanks for asking!!



Hi! This is my very first time posting my fanfiction on here so I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think! Feedback is most appreciated!

completion. i. 

“A stunning first impression was not the same thing as love at first sight. But surely it was an invitation to consider the matter.” Lois McMaster Bujold.


Spencer lifted his head as the familiar elevator doors opened. As he walked through the small lobby of his team’s floor, he looked through the transparent doors to see the team (minus Luke, he was always late these days) congregating around Tara’s desk. What’s going on? He thought as he took off his shoulder bag and placed it on top of his desk across Tara. He voiced his thoughts as he stood next to JJ.

“Prentiss and Rossi are interviewing someone,” Tara answered him.

“To take Walter’s position?” He assumed, speaking of their newest agent that just left the BAU.

“No,” JJ shook her head. “Apparently, the director thinks we need a media liaison again. He thinks we need damage control,” she rolled her eyes.

Keep reading

Kuroo Tetsurou - The Distance Between Us

“Did you get my package, kitten?” Kuroo asks, staring at you through the screen of his phone as the two of you take part in your weekly video chat.  You were on opposite sides of the world, you in the United States for school and him in Japan working on his volleyball career, so it was only natural that the two of you would need to see the other’s face at least once a week.

“Yeah, I just picked it up from the mailroom.  I haven’t opened it yet, though.”

“Good.  I want to see your face when you do!”

“Jesus, Tetsurou, you’re making me nervous about this,” you say, giving him a skeptic look.

“It’s nothing bad, I promise.  Open it!”

You release a sigh, cutting the packaging tape with a pair of scissors.  You sift through the packaging peanuts finding a small box of Mrs. Kuroo’s homemade chocolate chip cookies that you love so much, a random assortment of sweets, and a box of instant hot chocolate mix.  "You know, I’m really trying to avoid my Freshman Fifteen and you’re not helping.“

He laughs.  "You’ll still be my beautiful girlfriend whether you gain fifteen pounds or not.  But, keep looking.  There should be one more thing.”

“I only see packing peanuts… Oh, wait, I found it.” You pulled out a black hooded sweatshirt. How did you manage to miss this?  You unfold it, looking at the front.  Men’s National Volleyball Team was written in white block letters with the Japanese flag in the corner.  Tetsurou’s surname was across the back.  You stared at the sweatshirt and then back at him.  "You made it?“

"I made it,” he assured, a broad smile on his face.

“Oh, my God.  Tetsurou, I’m so proud of you.  This is amazing,” You say, holding your hand over your mouth in disbelief.

“Thanks, Y/N-chan.  Now, when I end up playing at the Olympics, you can be extra supportive,” he teased.

“I’ll be up in the stands wearing your name.”

Your words cause his smile to soften.  "I can’t wait for that.  I can’t wait to see you period.“

"Two more weeks and I’ll be on my way.  Can you wait that long?”

“I doubt it,” he laughs. “The rest of the guys on the team can’t wait to meet you.  They’re convinced I made you up.”

“I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not.”

“They think that you’re too perfect for me.  Which isn’t a lie.”

You laughed.  "Well, then I’ll show them that I’m perfectly real and completely in love with you, even if you are an idiot who doesn’t think he’s good enough for me.“

"God, I miss you,” he mutters, resting his cheek against his fist.

“I miss you too, babe…”

“How’s school going?” He asks, changing the subject so he isn’t forced to think about you not being by his side.  He’d be the first to admit that he missed having you in his arms.  He missed touching you, missed the smell of your hair, and the way you were always singing no matter what was going on.  He just honestly and truly missed your presence and your weekly video chats always hurt him more and more.  You were all the way across the world and he was stuck in Japan, only being able to see you through a small screen on his phone while everyone else got to see you in person. Everyone else got to hold you.  Everyone else got to smell your hair. Everyone else got hear you sing.  Everyone but him.  

He rubbed his face in his hands while you talked about your classes.  He heard you slow down, noticing his mannerisms.  "Tetsurou? You okay?“ He hears you ask.

"No…” he whispers.  "I’m such a baby,“ he laughs, staring at the ceiling as the tears start to well in his eyes.  

"Tetsurou… What’s wrong?  Please don’t cry…”

“I shouldn’t be crying… It just… I hate not being around you and I know that you’re coming back to me soon, but Y/N, you’re only going to be here for a week.  I don’t know how I’m going to be able to handle four years of this, Y/N,” he laughs weakly.

“I know it’s hard, Tetsurou, but we’ll manage.  I know we can.  I’ll come visit you as often as I can, okay?  I miss being around you too, baby, but we can’t just give up now.”  

“Yeah… It’s just not fair,” he whines.

“What’s not fair?”

“Everyone else gets to see you in person and I’m stuck staring at a grainy video on my phone.  I want to see you…”

“I want to see you too, Tetsurou.  But, we don’t have to wait much longer, okay? Two weeks isn’t that long and then I’m all yours for seven whole days.”

“Two weeks is lot longer than how you’re making it sound, Y/N-chan.”

“Maybe so, but I want you to focus on volleyball for these next two weeks and you’ll see how quickly they pass.  I promise, I’ll be in your arms in no time,” you say, giving him a reassuring smile.


Kuroo stood on one of the airport benches so he could see over the heads of the crowd.  Bokuto stood by his side, perched on his toes.  "Where is she, man?“ Bokuto asks, jumping slightly to get a better look.

"I don’t know, but she needs to hurry up,” Kuroo mumbled, craning his neck to try and spot your Y/H/C hair in the mass of people.

“Um… Tetsurou-kun? Bokuto-san? What are you doing?”

Both boys turn quickly, nearly losing their balance and toppling off the bench.  "Y/N!“ Tetsurou shouts, climbing over the back of the bench and hugging you tightly. He buries his face in your neck, taking in the smell of your hair.  It was perfect.  You were perfect.  "God, I love you”

You chuckle a little, running your fingers through his messy black locks.  "I love you too,“ you manage to say through a soft yawn as your jet lag had already begun to catch up with you.  

Kuroo quickly scooped you up, placing you on his back so you were piggy-backing him.  "Bokuto! Get the lady’s bags! We’re going home,” he shouts.  His voice goes quieter as he adds a small “Finally” before kissing your hand and carrying you out to his car.

The SMH Team and Kids

Jack: says he’s awkward with kids but loves them a lot and they really love him, even babies, although he still panics sometimes when babies cry.

Bitty: he’s a pro and he knows it. He loves all ages and can handle multi at a time because he babysat/babysits little cousins all of the time. They’re practically thrown at him at family reunions.

Shitty: reallllyy loves babies and is pretty good with them. Gets more awkward with toddlers and up

Ransom: really likes toddlers and young kids, especially ones he can color with and like play with their hair and do chill activities. Very avid hide and seek player.

Holster: not a huge fan of babies or most kids, but is very respectful towards them and would never be an ass to any child

Lardo: huge teddy bear with kids. The quiet ones are drawn to her because she gets them and she’s good at listening to kids and encouraging all hobbies and interests they have

Dex: another pro but he doesn’t like it, won’t take a baby if asked to hold one, but if children come up to him or if a baby is crying he will take them and he’s good at it (also cause lots of little cousins)

Nursey: likes babies, but doesn’t want to care for babies and gets kind of nervous around them, especially at first (but once he like gets to know the babies tendencies he is much more willing to care for them, he’s just afraid when he doesn’t understand their signals and stuff) really loves elementary and middle schoolers because they ask a lot of questions and he’s down to chat with them and answer anything he can.

Chowder: really likes kids, but not necessarily babies, give him toddlers and up (especially potty trained) and he’s your guy. Kids love him cause he has their energy and will play games over and over and just loves seeing kids smile.