laser fly

team ironman | jungkook

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

Pairing: Jungkook + Reader

Genre: Fluff + drabble

Word Count: 608

Author’s Note: *cries* this one was hard to write in Y/N’s POV bc ya girl here is 100% on team ironman and totally sides with kookie on this one buttttt still enjoyed writing it cuz I mean who doesn’t like the Avengers now ;)

Reader’s POV

“You’re kidding me.” you exclaimed, as you gave him the deadliest glare you could possibly muster, your eyes shooting lasers at the boy sitting across from you.

“Actually, I’m not.” he said defiantly, crossing him arms against his chest, giving you an equally intimidating glare.

Grabbing your remote from his side of the couch, you paused the movie playing in front of you, stopping it right before it’s most climatic fight scene.

Looking over at Jungkook, you scoffed, “Wow, you’ve actually lost it. It’s obvious to anyone that Captain America is much better!”

“Um, hello? Who has an awesome suit that lets him fly, shoot lasers, an-”

“You don’t need mechanics to be a hero Jungkook!” you retorted, “You need to be a role model to people around the world, putting yourself ahead of others and-”

“Iron Man does that!” he argued, letting out a huff as you raised your eyebrows.

“Last time I checked, all he’s want to do surrender to UN and their stupid Sokovia Accords and make them essentially powerless! I mean do you think they’ll actually call in the Avengers after that? It’s bait Jungkook!”

The both of you were finally having a night to yourself after a long and busy week of him running around with his busy schedules and you jam-packed with essays and homework from all your college classes. But yet here you were watching Captain America:Civil War because the both of you were major Marvel freaks.

“It is not bait Y/N, it’s called being smart! What if something were to happen to them, you know SHIELD isn’t there for them anymore with everything that’s happening.” he countered.

You remarked, “That is if something were to happen in the first place.”

“You well know they’re not going to stop having problems.”

“Right, with Iron Man’s stupid evil machines there will always be problems.” you said sarcastically, when Jungkook shoved your legs off that were draped over his lap, a whine escaping your mouth at the sudden contact of cold air hitting your bare legs.

“Yah!” he exclaimed, “Take that back.”

“You know I’m right.”

“Nuh uh!”

“Yuh huh!”

The two of you stared at each other when you felt a chill run down your body as you pulled your legs to your chest, sulking, “Great now I’m cold…”

Jungkook’s eyes softened at you as he saw you shiver slightly, before sighing and grabbing your arm, a small yelp leaving your mouth as he pulled you across the couch into his warm chest. Wrapping the blanket around the two of you, a wave of warmth fell upon you as you snuggled closer into his chest.

“Is that better now?” Jungkook whispered into your ear, your lips tilting into a small smile.

Looking up at him, your fingers reached up to his neck as you pulled him down to meet your lips in a short kiss, your heart fluttering as you could hear his own thundering in his chest pressed up against yours.

Pulling away, you brushed your lips against his as a small sigh left his mouth when you whispered against them, “Captain America’s still better.”

Earning a groan of disapproval from him, you laughed in response as he gave you a disappointing look,“ I don’t even know why I’m dating you.”

Turning back to face the screen, you pressed the play button, the movie continuing to play out in front of you when you replied, “It’s because you love me.”

Letting out a soft chuckle, he nuzzled his head into the side of your neck, placing a feathery kiss there as he whispered softly, “I guess I do don’t I.”

Someone get me a man who will watch all the Marvel movies w me pls

Superman can fly, shoot lasers from his eyes, has ice breath, and once destroyed an entire galaxy by sneezing (Google it, it happened) but the second Godzilla or literally anything large takes one step on land suddenly every nerd pulls that fucking square cubed law out from their asses and complains that it’s “unrealistic” and “makes the story unbelievable”.

Fuck you, science fiction was built on unbelievable shit, that’s what the word “fiction” means you morons.

K A R A M E L (Supergirl)

What people need to realize about Mon-El is unlike Kara.. he grew up on his planet.. where as she was sent to earth at 13! She grew up on earth she’s completely assimilated to earth & it’s ways. Mon-El has been here for what 2-3 months? Maybe less? On Daxam he was a prince.. he was conditioned to like he said “objectify women & not care about anything.” He was taught he that he didn’t have to work or try or care… yet Mon-El on earth for this short period of time has come to care about more than himself.. he cares about Kara, J'onzz, Alex & even livewire & he’s showed that. So instead of judging him bc he’s not completely respectful. Why can’t you guys give him props? He tries he truly tries to listen to Kara bc he DOES respect her. In 3 months this guy has completely thrown his Daxamite ways out of the window & has tries his hardest to be a better man.. and yes he’ll make flaws & yes he will be a guy… but he has become selfless, caring, understanding, kind, gentle, noble.. I could go on.. Kara doesn’t deserve anything less than what Mon-El is… he is perfect for her & on that note.. he understands her, they’re both Aliens who got sent away from their homes they understand eachother they swear to the same God & they’re so different that they balance eachother out fitting like a puzzle piece. He fell in love with Kara’s graciousness & kindness while training him, helping him have a place on earth & just being his friend & Kara fell in love with Mon-El watching him become who he is, watching him become this thoughtful, brave guy.. but she also fell in love with his smile and his humor and his warmth and carefree soul. She said she wanted a partner who knows her & understands her.. other than Alex, who was the ONLY other person to point out the crinkle Kara gets when she lies? –> Mon-El, at this point he probably knows her more than he knows himself.. he’s honest with her, he respects her & he cares about her. I’ve never seen a couple fit together more perfectly & Mon-El is everything Kara deserves in a man. It’s almost like the writers used this tool called Character Development? P.S. Kara falling in love and letting man change the way she thinks does NOT make her AT ALL weak. If anything it makes her STRONGER. Vulnerability takes strength, more strength then flying and laser eyes.. she had to put herself out there even though it’s never worked before she is risking her HEART bc she chose to Mon-El bc she believes he’s worth it. She CHOSE him, he respected her decision he apologized to her, he admitted he was wrong & told her he never felt those feeling before & it was a new thing to adapt to and she UNDERSTOOD bc they understand eachother, they comfort eachother. KARA DANVERS IS HAPPY. MON-EL MAKES HER HAPPY. He isn’t going to make her weak, she’s still supergirl & they both know she could destroy him. Let them be happy ✋🏾

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Haylen is too damn loyal for her own good.

That’s one downside of learning from Danse. He inspires the kind of personal loyalty that isn’t good for a Brotherhood soldier, something that goes beyond loyalty to your commander. The moment Danse was discovered to be a synth, he stopped being a Paladin and Haylen’s commanding officer. And yet Haylen remained loyal to him, loyal to Danse the individual, not Danse the commanding officer or Danse the brother-in-arms.

Rhys doesn’t understand how she can do it. Not only did she risk her own neck helping Danse escape, she’s still risking her neck sneaking messages to and from him. She thinks Rhys doesn’t notice, hasn’t noticed the holotapes that she opens on the terminals and then wipes immediately after, typing in her own message on the freshly-blanked holotape before ejecting it hastily and sliding it in her boot.

She doesn’t trust Rhys enough to tell him. Or maybe she’s just trying to keep him safe from the secret. If he doesn’t know, he can’t be implicated too. That seems a little more like Haylen, actually, but she also hears Rhys unflinchingly speak curses with his fellow soldiers when the topic of Danse comes up. He snarls his disgust the same way they do, disbelief at the synth could slip between the cracks, for so long.

He hates himself for saying it. But he can’t really leave the Brotherhood, can he? What else does he have? What else does Danse have, for that matter? It’s a thought that haunts Rhys, knowing that Danse’s world revolved around the Brotherhood as much as his own does. The new knight-turned-paladin, the de facto replacement for Danse (even though nobody says it, nobody makes any official change for the commander of Recon Squad Gladius) is taking care of him, as far as he can tell from the sneaking glances he’s gotten from Haylen’s exchanged holotapes.

Haylen’s going to get herself killed if she keeps that up. What the hell is Rhys supposed to do then?


Someone catches on, eventually.

Rhys is in the vicinity by sheer accident, actually, as Haylen’s arm is grabbed and she makes a panicked grab for the holotape yanked out of her hands. At first Rhys is furious at the sheer audacity that anyone, much less one of their own, would lay their hands on her like that, but his anger turns to terror as he realizes what’s going on. The knight gripping her arm doesn’t see Rhys from this angle.

It’s almost too easy to shove the knight off of Haylen and put himself between her and the knight. He can’t grab at the holotape in the other knight’s hand, but his own barked demand as to what they think they’re doing is enough to give them pause.

“She aided the synth that infiltrated our ranks.

Rhys has never been exactly all that gifted in the art of bullshitting. Haylen can’t see his face when he goes very still and she seems to think that Rhys is about to turn on her too; she begs Rhys to let her explain, but the knights in front of him already can tell that Rhys doesn’t need an explanation.

It’s definitely too easy when he takes a swing at the knight holding the holotape.


“Nobody saw anything, but we need to get off the Prydwen now.”

“We can’t take a vertibird down,” Haylen says, the panic rising in her voice. “Rhys- they’ll ask us why, they won’t just let us leave.”

“Then we find another way down,” he replies, wracking his brain for a different plan. He wishes that Kells had positioned the Prydwen a little bit closer to the water rather than directly over the airport, because even at this height maybe they could have jumped into the water and suffered a broken leg or two instead of completely disintegrating against the concrete.

Jumping into the water wouldn’t have worked anyway. The only way down is through a vertibird or jumping.

Wait.

“We need a suit of power armor for you,” Rhys says suddenly. “The paladin’s suit is always on the Prydwen, it hardly ever gets used. It’s not a perfect fit, but-”

“What? Oh my god, we’re not fighting our way through the ship,” Haylen answers, on the verge of tears.

“We aren’t fighting. We’re getting off the ship.”

“What? What do you mean-”

Rhys doesn’t wait to explain. He drags her along immediately, knowing that every moment they stall is a moment longer for someone to set off the alarm. He has his own power armor, and getting into that isn’t exactly suspicious, but Haylen getting into the paladin’s armor? Very much so.

“Get in, and if anyone says anything just run,” Rhys whispers in her ear. He climbs into his own armor easily enough but Haylen takes a moment to make sure she’s not pinching or catching any of herself in the locking mechanisms.

An aspirant starts to walk in their direction.

Rhys grabs for Haylen’s armored arm.

“What are you doing with-”

He starts to run.

He feels somewhat bad for blindsiding a scribe in his haste to get the fuck out, but this is a little more important. Someone yells for them to stop, but Rhys doesn’t hear the words at all. Haylen’s legs aren’t doing a great job keeping up while encased in the heavy metal but she’s keeping up without tripping.

They make it to the back of the ship with at least four people hot on their heels. A pistol gets drawn from behind them and Rhys sees the laser fly past his head.

“Haylen, JUMP!”

Haylen doesn’t even bother trying to climb over the railing; she takes an enormous leap over the railing with both feet, and Rhys watches her plunge just before he does the same.


Rhys swears softly to himself, and wonders if he’s fucked up his leg beyond repair somehow considering that the pain in it won’t go away.

Haylen is doing her best to support his weight but it’s exhausting to walk and have someone lean on you at the same time. Rhys tries to keep his weight off of her, but she keeps pulling him closer whenever he starts to drift. Damn the hydraulics on his power armor, they had to fail the one time he needed them to hold up. Without it Rhys knows he would have shattered both of his legs, but it’s still irritating him that it didn’t work the way it was supposed to. And now he’s stuck with this limp that Haylen has to help him with.

“Almost there,” she tells him. The sun is starting to dip lower into the sky, somewhere beyond the broken buildings of the Commonwealth.

In the distance, Rhys can see the stone walls of Fort Independence. The Castle, everyone calls it now though, and while it’s not quite the regal fortress that the word brings to mind, it’s still impressive. The walls look like they could probably take some very strong hits, maybe even a few missiles.

They’re close enough now that Rhys can make out the forms of people, somewhat obscured by the dimming sun and the mist from the ocean. The light in the lookout tower in front of the Castle’s land-facing entrance flickers on, and someone’s shadowy form hurries down the outside steps and dashes to meet them.

Danse looks much different without the Brotherhood uniform. Now he wears the same clothing that the other Minutemen do, including the hat that he’s removed at the moment. There’s a crude-looking laser weapon strapped to his back, something that looks suspiciously like someone took apart a laser pistol and attached some wood parts to it.

“Haylen? Rhys?” he asks in disbelief. “You’re injured, what happened-?”

“We may or may not have jumped off of the Prydwen in power armor, sir,” Rhys admits immediately. Danse’s face blanches, probably at the jumping part but also at the “sir” part. Rhys reminds himself not to call Danse that anymore.

“I was caught,” Haylen adds, trying to shift the blame off of Rhys. “We couldn’t get down with a vertibird.”

“You need a doctor,” Danse says. “Here.”

He easily lifts Rhys up into his arms, and Rhys suppresses the undignified squawk that almost leaves his throat.

“It’s not that bad,” he protests, but Danse doesn’t let him down and he’s already being carried toward the doors. A few Minutemen question them, but Danse only replies with a curt “they’re with me” and the questions stop.

“It’s good to see you again,” Rhys says. He buries the old habit of “sir” somewhere deep, and replaces it with something more personal. “Danse.”

“It’s good to see you again too, Rhys,” Danse replies, and his grip tightens for just a moment.

Slowly but surely getting back to writing something regularly. This is for the lovely @koshkavinni and based off her little comic. Enjoy Vinni~

Summary: On the battlefield, anything can happen. Never turn a blind eye to the possibilities.

Word Count: 1111 (i couldn’t do that again if i tried)

On Ao3


The mission was so simple. Get in, grab the refugees, get out. Simple.

But anything involving the Galra was anything but simple.

The timing was wrong. There wasn’t supposed to be a Galra squadron landing to take the prisoners. There wasn’t supposed to be a battle cruiser orbiting the planet.

None of this was supposed to happen.

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REY AND FINN’S FIRST KISS

(some episode VIII musings)

So we know Rey and Finn are going to kiss in episode VIII (for 5 minutes in IMAX 3D, but I digress). HOW DO WE IMAGINE THIS HAPPENING? Should their first kiss be…

TENDER AND SWEET, BUT A LITTLE BIT HESITANT?

Rey and Finn are chilling under the stars between action sequences. They’re talking about plot related stuff, but the romantic tension is obviously there and has been ratcheting up all movie long. They’re playing with each other’s hands, inspecting each other’s palms, and then slowly… sweetly… they lean and kiss. Or…

PASSIONATE AND THRILLING, WITH A BIT OF DESPERATION?

Rey and Finn are in the middle of a thrilling action sequence! Laser bolts are flying everywhere, the good guys are locked in furious battle with the bad guys, and the air is thick with tension. Sparing a split second, Rey flings herself into Finn’s arms, kisses him urgently, and declares her love for him, before the two of them continue to fight the good fight! Or…

SMOLDERING AND SEXY, BUT IT’S PROBABLY INTERRUPTED?

Rey and Finn are doing some plot-required shoring up of their resources. The air is once again thick with tension. Who knows if they’ll survive the upcoming battle? Do they even have enough time/money/resources/whatever to do it? In a stolen moment, they lean in closer and closer, until finally they’re locked in a passionate embrace! Then BB-8 interrupts them, because it’s time to get the plot moving. Thanks, dude. Or…

THEY JUST KISS LIKE IT’S WHATEVER IT’S A DAY THAT ENDS IN ‘Y’

Rey and Finn are talking to General Organa about plot-related nonsense/her fierce hairstyles/gardening tips. They all need to part ways for a bit. “Later, babe,” Finn says, and casually pecks Rey on the lips. Rey smirks, yanks him over by his hand, and plants a good one on him.

SO MANY POSSIBILITIES!

astroquestions  asked:

hi, what would you say are the hobbies associated with the signs?

Check out your 5th House and rising sign too! 

Aries: Sports in general but there is an emphasis on boxing, wrestling, martial arts, paintball, laser tag, skydiving, scuba diving, and bungee jumping. Car collecting or auto work, gambling, hunting, fashion, traveling, and working out. 

Taurus: Associated with any sport that is team oriented and usually consist of a large team. Aesthetic arts like painting, interior design, or jewelry making. Cooking, homebrewing, soap, candle, or perfume making, gardening, singing, shopping, collecting items, and playing musical instruments. 

Gemini: Associated with sports like gymnastics, skiing, skating, throwing, tennis, and badminton. Writing, blogging, taking in a lot of media like video games and movies, debating, reading, chess, puzzle games, board games, and if socializing could be considered a hobby. 

Cancer: Is associated with team sports, is associated with ALL artistic hobbies especially drawing, photography, and painting. Cooking, scrapbooking, crafts of all kind/DIY activities, collecting items, sewing, knitting, crocheting, repair work around the house, and homebrewing. 

Leo: Dancing, drama, cheer leading,  gymnastics, fashion, painting, creative writing, movies, T.V. shows, reading, hunting, baton twirling, video games, traveling, gambling, celebrity watching, cosplay, LARPing, and working out. 

Virgo: Golf, skating, badminton, tennis, bird watching, collecting, working out, nutrition, couponing, reading, calligraphy, crafts, knitting, sewing, crocheting, gardening, chess, debating, puzzle games, and board games. 

Libra: Badminton, volleyball, tennis, figure skating, anything aesthetic such as painting or interior design. Fashion, drama, musical instruments, celebrity watching, and is loosely associated with poetry. 

Scorpio: Sailing, scuba diving, paintball, laser tag, flying, skydiving, bungee jumping, racing, para-sailing, swimming, anything artistic especially photography and poetry, fencing, chess, homebrewing, and ghost hunting or anything occult. 

Sagittarius: Hiking, backpacking, fishing, hunting, skateboarding, snowboarding, archery, horseback riding, geocaching, gambling, traveling, running, kayaking, billiards, darts, climbing, disc golf, and amateur astronomy. 

Capricorn: Hiking, mountain climbing/climbing, spelunking, hockey, fossil hunting, metal detecting, antique collecting/hunting, history driven hobbies, collecting items, genealogy, and is HIGHLY associated with working with their hands so hobbies such as pottery, sculpting, candle making, woodworking, jewelry making, metal work, origami, and Lego building. 

Aquarius: Surfing, snowboard, long board, skateboard, hockey, skiing, any “odd” sport, computer programming, amateur radio, amateur astronomy, debating, astrology, anything occult, dog breeding and shows, graffiti, parkour, cosplay, LARPing, yoga, and Tai Chi. 

Pisces: Swimming, surfing, fishing, scuba diving, diving, boating, water-skiing, amateur meteorology, anything artistic especially poetry, painting, and photography, whale watching, video games, movies, reading, and all types of gaming. 

Klance Week-Day 2: Sacrifice

So I really wanted to participate on time with everything and try and do all the themes, but with schoolwork and whatnot that is sadly practically impossible.

Either way, I’ll try and participate as much as i can! Here’s my piece for Klance Week day 2~ Thank you to the awesome people that made this week and its themes!^^

((Please note that this is an established relationship!))

*****

Lance wasn’t an instinctual person.

He prided himself on his cool rational thinking, an inherited skill he kept honing over the years, reaching to the point he had now, a calm demeanour washing over him even if he was on the brink of death.

But right there and then?
Instinct was the sole thing guiding his actions.

The Garla ship was far stronger than they had anticipated, it’s weaponry proving to be a challenge for the paladins.

They tried forming Voltron, only to quickly realise they were nothing but a vulnerable target when one.
Hence the splitting up, deciding to attack the ship from all sides.

Keith was manning the front, using his Lion’s swift agility to dodge lasers flying like stray bullets.

Yet one hit. One single beam he hadn’t noticed, was coming straight his way with no way to escape.

Lance wasn’t a man of instinct.
But at that moment the only think he could see and think of was to keep him safe.

What happened after that was a blur.

****

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I Will Find You - Kylo Ren

The Resistance manages to capture you, Kylo Ren’s love interest as well as a Major working under Capt. Phasma. The Resistance wants to use you as bait to finally get a grip on the First Order. a/n: – writing a lot of Kylo for the 4th.


You were out on a distant frozen moon scouting out possible tactical areas that the First Order could vitalize as observation pods and a safe enough distance from the Resistance to keep a close eye on them. You typically did not go out on your own but you have been to this moon several times so there was no significant danger, inside intelligence confirmed that the Resistance did not know about this moon. Speeding off on your hoverbike you coasted out to the small building that the Order has set up on the frozen planetary orb. As you were riding towards the building, several X-Wing fighters flew over your head; you knew that this only could spell for trouble and there was a rat in the system most likely. “Shit.” you cursed under your breath.

Just as you arrived at the observation building and hopped off the hoverbike, there in front of you stood several X-Wing pilots and one was the Commander that you have heard much of, Poe Dameron. “Well, what a surprise!” he smiled a cheeky grin, causing you to roll your eyes. Laser blasters pointed towards you, Poe motioned his laser towards you to drop your weapon. You raised your hands above your head and allowed your laser pistol to drop to the frozen ground. Dameron walked up behind you and with a pair of cuffs, binding your hands and walking you into the building. “This isn’t a good idea..” you slurred slightly to Dameron, who simply blew it off with a smile and a shrug. “I’ve run into him before.”

“Has Y/N returned yet?” Kylo approached Hux on the bridge of The Finalizer. “She has not.” this caused Kylo to shake with anxiety and then anger when Phasma informed Kylo that you have been taken by the Resistance. “She is being held like a sort of bargaining tool.” Phasma paused, waiting for Kylo to calm down from the temper that had began to boil. “If we leave the moon alone, which will cost us significant loss in tactical superiority. That is their demands, they know Y/N is a Major in The Order.” Before Phasma could finish what she was trying to explain to Kylo, he stormed out from the bridge, slashing the metal walls with his saber along the way.  He ordered several Stormtroopers to board an AAL, then taking off towards the moon where you were being held captive. 

“What do you really expect to get out of this?” you sneered at Dameron. You wiggled slightly in your restraints as the metal was digging into your smooth skin. “Maybe you Order assholes can get off this planet. Maybe or maybe without a fight.” Poe smiled slightly. The ship that carried Kylo inside of it landed about less than a mile from the building. Stormtroopers ran out from the open cargo door, blasters at ready. Kylo came stomping out, his saber in his one hand and the other was clenched tightly in a fist. “Here’s your friend.” Poe grabbed a hold of you, pulling you up off the cold metal floor of the building, taking you outside. “Ren.” you smiled slightly at the man you cared deeply for, he came for you. Stormtroopers lined up on each side of Kylo, blasters pointed at the Resistance fighters. “I want what is mine back.” he reached his hand out, asking for Dameron to release you. “You need to not return here again.” Dameron shouted his demands. This angered Kylo more, this was a good location to get closer to the Resistance and also is a tactical location for military purposes as well. Kylo did not speak, he simply used the force, grasping a hold of your body; using the force, he wielded it and pulled you towards him with the invisible power. 

Blasters began to shoot from both sides, the sounds of lasers flying past Kylo as he held tightly onto you. He held you close to his side, shielding you with his cloak. Pew-pew!  the sounds of the lasers was all that you could hear, you looked up to Kylo’s mask and was just happy to be with him. The remaining Stormtroopers fled onto the AAL and the ship flew back to The Finalizer. In the ship’s bridge, Kylo removed his mask and grabbed a hold of your face tightly. He placed a small, tender kiss upon your lips. The small kiss quickly turned passionate as his anxieties were calmed because you were there with him, safe.

.:Imagine Luke being protective over you:.
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Merry Christmas everyone!!! :D
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The rebels were in between bases. Evacuating one and settling in the other before the Imperial Fleet could take them out.

Y/N and Luke were helping evacuate as much as they could. Running back and forth, helping people get on their way to safety. It was a trait Luke admired about Y/N. Her willingness to step up and help as much as she can.

Tension was in the air so thick, that you could slice through it. Y/N and Luke quickly passed by each other. Luke gave her a small smile, and she made a very amusing face at him, then ran past. Luke tried to fight off the smile, creeping up on his face. But in his trying, he failed. Y/N was always one to make everyone feel better, no matter the situation.
You could say that he loved her.

He would do anything to keep her out of danger.

Luke shook the thoughts of her out of his head so he could stay focused on the situation at hand.

Then he heard them the stormtroopers. He rushed forward to grab the last remaining supplies, and get out of there fast. He put them onto the ship, and raced back towards the Millenium Falcon, where he and Han and the gang could high tail it out of there. Y/N would be going with her friends. To safety. Hopefully.

Do you think she needs help? Do I need to find h-
His thoughts were interrupted as he saw many red lasers fly by while hearing the white troopers coming closer.

He started for the Falcon when he bumped into someone, falling to the ground. It was Y/N.

“Y/N what are you doing we have to go.” he said frantically, helping the woman off of the chilled ground.

“What about everything else?” Y/N asked. “Is everything that we need all ready?” She asked looking around. The lasers flying closer then ever, one just barely missing Luke’s head. (Oh you stormtroopers and your shitty aim.)

“Yes. Let’s go. Come on!” He lightly grabbed her arm as they raced towards the hangar with all the ships.

While running, Y/N grabbed out her blaster, just in case. Luke subconsciously slid his hand in her hers and held her hand tight.
Then he heard it. The blast. A trooper shot Y/N in her side.

She let out a yell and fell down, clutching her side that was bleeding oh so heavily. “Shit…” She breathed lightly. The troopers were so close.

Luke quickly lifted her up into arms. His mind frantically trying to process what had happened.

Not Y/N. Please not her. Don’t take her. Please!

She passed out in his arms and he carried her on board the Falcon.

He ran into Leia. “Help me please.” She quickly nodded and helped them down to where they could address Y/N’s wound.

Luke was breathing so heavy. Y/N began to shake in his arms. Shock? Blood loss? He didn’t know and he didn’t want to know. He was so scared.

They lay her down on a table and quickly began to address the damage.

“What’s wrong? Is she gonna be okay?” Luke asked. Leia put a hand on his shoulder. “She’ll be okay, Luke.” He nodded and began to help Leia.
—–
Luke sat by Y/N and held her cold hand in his warm one. He wouldn’t dare leave her side, afraid that if he did, something would happen to her. Holding her hand to his mouth, he pressed soft kisses into it and whispered comforting things softly. He didn’t know if it was meant to comfort him or her more.

Y/N woke up harshly, coughing and confused. Luke reacted fast. He removed the oxygen mask off her her beautiful face and ran his hand down the side of it.

“Hey, hey Y/N. It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re on the Falcon. You’re safe.”
Y/N began to cry and it killed him to see her like this.

“Hey it’s okay. Don’t be sad. I won’t let anything happen to you okay?” Luke said, running his hand through her sweat soaked hair.
She closed her eyes and nodded softly, suddenly feeling tired. “Thank you Luke.”

“Anytime Y/N” He kissed her forehead softly, and started to fall asleep himself. “I promise, I will keep you safe. I love you.”

sildae  asked:

Pairings prompt: Well hell. All of them?? (Okay, okay. #2 Rexsoka.) (oh, you think I'm done...?)

Thank you for not going, “1-28. And 33-40.”

2. “Have you lost your damn mind!?”


The sharp, unstable shaking of the 501st flagship drowned out the emergency sirens wailing in each cabin and along every corridor, even for Ahsoka’s highly sensitive montrals. Admiral Yularen’s broadcast command of “Non-essential personnel, evacuate to the escape pods immediately,” was certainly lost to the complaints of a damaged ship. But it was impossible to mistake the strobing alert lights, flashing bright orange every ten meters and successfully conveying the immediacy of the situation well before the Separatist droids began trickling in.

Honestly, it was like a bad dream. No matter how many droids Ahsoka carved through, every new corridor brought her face-to-face with more. The task wouldn’t have felt so daunting if she wasn’t the only Jedi on the ship; whenever the Jedi Council had a special mission to complete these days, her master somehow ended up as one of the first candidates selected.

Clearly, the enemy didn’t know that, though. One of the fleet ships had already been destroyed by cannon fire, but the flagship was still intact, only periodically earning a volley of lasers. The amount of droids swarming the corridors felt like an invasion than anything else– what would they be there for except to capture Anakin, one of the most successful Repbulic generals? 

Ahsoka reached that conclusion before rounding a corner and running into a squad that pointed at her, shouting, “Look! We found a Jedi!” But that was all they managed to say before a couple rudimentary swings of her lightsaber decapitated all seven of them.

As much as the clones added a variety of color to the blaster fire breaking out in some corridors, Ahsoka was quick to order them to escape pods before they could be of much use. She sliced her way through roughly two enemy platoons alone to make it to the bridge where she found the officers still busily sending emergency transmissions, and locking down whole sections of the ship overrun by the Separatists in attempted containment.

Captain Rex was here guarding the bridge entrance with some of his men, blasters trained down the corridor as a last line of defense for all the unarmed and unarmored officers. That was the problem with the essential personnel: they were the hardest to move, both because they didn’t want to leave their post, and then once they did, the ship had roughly five to ten minutes left before neglected systems began malfunctioning.

“Admiral, you need to move to the escape pods!” Ahsoka shouted over the incessant whine; at least it sounded a little more muted on the bridge. Her announcement caused several heads to swivel, look at her, and return to their previous work. Yularen, though, was a little too wrapped up in a conversation with the coms officer to answer.

“What about you, Commander?” Rex asked from the doorway.

For the first time since the alarms started blaring, Ahsoka’s lightsabers hung on her belt again. “I’ll lead the droids into the hangar bay and try to buy you time to get away. Once I’m there, I’ll shut off the magnetic shields.”

Rex’s visor whipped around faster than Yularen. “Have you lost your damn mind?!

A gray-clad officer shouted that the engines were failing, and more droids were closing in on the bridge.

“Sir, now is not the time for insane heroics!” argued Rex, deeces dropping from a corridor that had lost his attention. 

A frown bent her mouth for only a moment. Rex never contested Anakin’s ideas, even while they seemed to get more farfetched as the war dragged on. If anything, Rex met most suggestions with hesitant approval– not outright challenges as he did with her.

“I know what I’m doing,” she told Rex evenly, nearing him as if proximity would help better convince him. “I’ll be fine.” And before he could disagree, contending her rank with his experience as she knew he would, Ahsoka pulled him down into a light headbutt that stalled all conversation.

Releasing her captain, she glanced back at Yularen to see she finally had his attention. “I’ll take out what droids I can, Admiral, but you have to leave now!”

Ahsoka took off sprinting away from the bridge, lightsabers once again humming at her sides. Every B1 battle droid she came across barely managed to report, “There’s the Jedi!” before its head flew right off its body in one quick slash of a lightsaber.

Halfway to the main hangar, she also heard, “General Grievous wants her alive!” Unfortunately, that droid also met a swift end before it could elaborate. Two corridors later, the familiar premonition of incoming fire tugged at the periphery of her senses. Ahsoka pivoted just in time to divert the laser bolt– but she’d expected a B1 shot, not a B2. The force of it still knocked her off her feet and straight into a wall.

The wailing sirens were all but white noise now, drowning out every other sound around her. Ahsoka only realized the enemy was closing in when she opened her eyes to see a line of B1s fencing her in, aiming their weapons on her crumpled form. She closed her eyes again and inhaled. Reaching out, she felt the familiar presence of the Force, directly around her, directly around the enemy, permeating the corridor, the level, the ship. And she pushed out. 

The nearest battle droids flew back as if from an explosion; the successive rows of B1s and B2s fell like dominos. Ahsoka popped to her feet and continued on her mad sprint down the hall. Her lightsabers were more useful behind her, blocking red laser bolts flying from the constantly growing horde following her. WIth as much as the flagship shook from increasing enemy fire, it was a wonder so many clankers stayed on their feet. The few droids she bumped into trying to cut her off from adjacent hallways ended up littering the floor while Ahsoka hardly even slowed her pace. 

R7-A7, Ahsoka’s astromech since she landed in the 501st, already sat snugly in her Eta-2 Actis-class interceptor by the time Ahsoka slid into the hangar bay. Only a couple LAAT/i populated the bay now, as the rest of the gunships and every fighter pilot were already occupied in the space battle. 

The controls for the magnetic shield– barring the bay enjoying its life support from open space– were set into a recess in the durasteel wall on the opposite end of the bay and protected by a ray shield. Ahsoka hadn’t even reached the halfway point before the enemy fire caught up to her as the droids filtered into the hangar. Thank the Force they were terrible shots. 

“Arseven!” Ahsoka shouted into her wristcom. She was met with happy bleeps. “Bring the ship over here; I’m going to need a fast getaway.”

She heard the welcome roar of her interceptor powering on across the hangar floor. A handful of droids pivoted and began firing at the ship, as Ahsoka skidded into the far wall. The ray shield, no bigger than a standard doorway, stood next to a screen of buttons. Ahsoka input the code she never thought she’d have to use; the ray shield blinked off, and all that was left was the clunky lever, about as big as Ahsoka’s head. 

R7-A7 blocked all enemy fire descending in the interceptor next to Ahsoka, and she immediately hopped into her seat. She sealed the cockpit, diverted more power to shields, and warned her astromech to be ready to take off. 

Ahsoka closed her eyes once more, trying to keep her nerves calm in a ship barraged by enemy fire. She focused her attention into grasping hold of the Force around the lever and pulling it down. The nearing enemy only helped raise her anxiety, but just as a B1 started climbing onto the wing of the ship, the lever swung down, the magnetic shield disappeared, and everything not bolted to the ground slipped toward the open hangar doors. 

After the initial moment of free floating, Ahsoka returned the recommended amount of power to the engines and steered her ship out into space, avoiding the floating droids and lazily spinning gunships. 

The danger was nearly over now. A second fleet had come to the rescue, sliding out of hyperspace behind the Separatist ships, diverting all their attention and leaving Ahsoka free to look for her men.

“Arseven,” Ahsoka said, rolling her interceptor over the port side of the damaged flagship and scanning the void for life signs, “switch to the pod frequency.”

R7 chirped, the coms crackled, and soon her cockpit flooded with the voices of very chatty soldiers. Immediately after their accountability checks, the conversations strayed. Ahsoka’s attention focused more on locating the wandering pods until a certain comment caught her montrals.

“…and Captain Rex got kissed by the commander.” A mixture of laughter and incredulous noises followed before the first amended, “A Keldabe kiss.”

“You coulda told me it was a real kiss and I’da believed you,” a second said. The laughter roared anew.

“WHO IS THIS?” a third voice broke in. “NAME AND RANK.”  

A tense silence followed until one brave soul declared, “Found the Captain.” The next wave of laughter surged from numerous pods as Rex raged on, threatening blindly.

Ahsoka patched her own frequency into the conversation then. “Wait… what’s a Keldabe kiss?” Her distinctively female voice cut through the clone chatter with surprising ease. All communication immediately dissipated into an awkward silence Ahsoka felt even in her own ship.

“…Guys?”

.:Imagine dying in Hux's arms:.

Request for anon:
“Hello master noodle could I request one where the reader is kidnapped for being affiliated with Hux and he saves them but they’ve been so badly hurt they die in his arms really angsty maybe Hux screams and begs you to come back???”

Sooo Master Noodle is the worst of all and I couldn’t find GIFs that I wanted to use soooo have this POS…

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The men that have captured Y/N were not the First Order, yet they were not Resistance. So who were they? Just survivors of a planet that was later destroyed by the First Order.

They rallied more people, causing them to have a vendetta against the First Order, and anyone with it.

Including Y/N. The lover and friend of General Hux.

Their right leg is broken, stomach gashed with deep wounds, oozing out thick, hot blood. Y/N has many bruises, littering their face, neck and collarbones.
However, on their back, they have whip marks. Tainting their skin.

The kidnappers whipped Y/N, trying to submit them. But Y/N would not budge. The men asked questions regarding General Hux; his location, his plan, even something like his name.

But Y/N remained truly loyal to the First Order.

And now they were laying against a wall, in their small, metal with dirt floors cell, shivering, alone, hungry, and scared. Y/N can feel the stings on their back. They tried to hold back the blood, but it ran through their fingers with no plans of stopping.

“Hux…” Y/N whispers as they close their eyes. “Find me. Please…

Moments later, the door slides open.

Y/N flinches. “No more, please no more…”

Y/N feels a gentle gloved hand touch their face.

“My love it’s me, It’s Hux.” A voice says.

He came.

Y/N’s shoulders start to shake as they sob. They reach out for their General and he responds by lifting them and carrying them close to him.

“Cover us.” The ginger demands two stormtroopers to follow them to his ship.

Fighters against stormtroopers. Lasers flying, screams resonating through the cold air.

“Hux…” He hears Y/N’s voice and immediately stops, they were safe enough now.

“What did they do to you?” He asks softly, running a hand on their cheek.

“I’m can’t, I’m not-” Y/N turns their head a coughs up blood into the ground.

“You’ll be fine, my love. We are almost there, just keep your eyes open. Let me see them, it’s been so long.” Hux pulls them closer and rests their head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, General.” Y/N wheezes out.

“No. Don’t.”

Nothing. Not a heartbeat, a breath or a sound from Y/N.

“Y/N?”

Silence.

Hux quickly pulls them back. Their usual bright and colored skin as white and chilled.


“N-n-n-n-no-no-no.” He frantically searches for a pulse. Nothing.

“Come on, Y/N!”

He lets the tears fall. He screams. He screams for them.

“COME BACK! COME BACK!! Y/N!” He’s in deep denial as he shakes his fallen one.

He holds them, his throat becoming quite sore, rain pouring down. He kept screaming.

Every man in the galaxy could hear it.

The Truth Comes Out

by Inspector Boxer

Fandom: Supergirl

Pairing: Alex/Maggie

Rating: T

Author’s Notes: This is a prompt fill for @misswidgetsays who asked for prompt #16, “You have no idea, do you?” Hope you don’t mind another take on how Maggie might learn Kara is Supergirl…

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“You have no idea, do you?”

Alex went still, unnerved by the quiet anguish in Maggie’s voice. Around them, DEO agents came and went, securing the scene and preparing the prisoner for transport. They all studiously ignored the lover’s spat happening right in the middle of everything.

“I thought… I thought you and me…” Maggie swallowed and looked at the ground. “Doesn’t really matter what I thought, what I think, does it?”

“Maggie…” Alex breathed, her frustration bleeding away. She knew she’d acted rashly, again, but when she’d seen Kara go down, she had leapt forward without a second thought, ignoring Maggie’s pleas to stop. If Kara hadn’t gotten right back up and protected her, Alex knew she’d have likely gotten eviscerated for her foolish heroism. With a sigh, Alex stepped toward her only to jerk to a halt when Maggie held up her hand.

“It’s obvious you care more about this job than anything else, Danvers. Or maybe it’s someone on the job.” Maggie reluctantly met Alex’s gaze again, tears beginning to brim in her dark eyes. The sight hit Alex like a sucker punch to her solar plexus. “So I’ll leave you to it. Hope you’ll be very happy together.”

It took Alex a moment to realize what was happening. Maggie wasn’t just walking away from a fight, she was walking away from her. For good. Alex sprinted after her, grabbing Maggie by the arm and urging her around to face her. “No. It’s not like that. Maggie, please…”

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BLAM BLAM! KAPOW! BEEP! Lasers were flying through the air as Hayes dove behind an overturned table to shield himself from the furious chickens entering the empty kitchen. All the workers had gone home while him and his pal worked on “upgrading” the chickens. If they were awake all the time, they could lay all the time. So they added caffeine feed tubes, laser guns to deter coyotes, gripper claws so they could roost from anywhere, and jet engines to give them back the power of flight. But why oh why did they add the KILL ALL HUMANS switch on the control panel? In hindsight, it was not a very good plan. He removes his phone shoe and holds it up to his ear. “GREASY BEARD, THIS IS MUSCLE EAGLE. COME IN GREASY BEARD. WHERE ARE YOU?” He ducks his head up, only to duck it back down as lasers fly. “I’M IN THE MESS HALL, OVER.”