otp: when we're alone

Sometimes I just look at screens/gifs of this part

And I just get a so fangirly about my otp and how CLOSE they are. Like, think about being in a position like that with someone in real life, with them behind you and their arms pretty much around you, and you trust them and like them and you’re just completely encompassed by them and their warmth. Like, just think about how AWARE that both Wally and Artemis must’ve been at their proximity, like holy shit that is fucking CLOSE, this is like carrying-Artemis-bridal-style-through-the-desert-when-we-were-suffering-from-amnesia close; this is “holy shit I can feel his breath on my neck” close.

And this is like, such a big move for Wally too, to just get right up behind her like that and put his hands on either side of the bow. Like, he didn’t even think about it, he just did it, he’s soooo more than ready to take a chance with her at this point, I believe with all my heart that he and Artemis were so beyond ready for each other by the time this episode even rolls around, they’re done dancing around this shit, the air is clear of the things that were holding them back and now they’re ready to take a chance.

Also: HE’S SHIELDING HER FROM THE VACUUM OF SPACE HOW SWEET IS THAT?

I just… ugh, this is such a really good moment? I never really have gotten over this moment (like I’m over ANY of their moments, really, lmao.

MY CHILDREN.

Seaosn 1 Spitfire for Beginners

At first they were all like

but then this happened

and some old guy and his weird magic cane shipped them, idk?

and then there was a desert and they forgot they were stubborn little shits that wouldn’t admit they were crushing on each other and it was so mutual and natural and cute that it physically hurt me to watch

and then they got their memories back and they were like “oh fuck no what is this I am not going to be the first one to give into this fluttery shit in my chest PERSONAL SPACE”

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Thrill

Artemis couldn’t move. Her breath had caught in her throat several minutes ago and she was sure she hadn’t exhaled since. Her limbs felt heavy, her boots glued to the asphalt as if the pavement had grown so hot in the fading summer heat that they had fused with it.

Her fingers curled in something like a death grip on her sword.

Time had stopped.

She could see his eyes, as clear as a spring day, radiant and green and alive against the backdrop of ominous slate clouds that no longer rumbled, that no longer shot lightning from the heavens. The strange storm had stopped as abruptly as Wally West had appeared before her gaze.

Artemis felt her lips move, only to part slightly, as no words would work themselves from her dry throat.

Wally’s wide chest rose and fell as if he had just skidded to a halt at the end of a marathon, the kind of rapid breathing she had seen on him all too often when he’d pushed himself to the limit, when he’d forgone food for too long and his gauge was running on empty. His muscles quivered, from his biceps down to his toned calves, and his vibrant ginger hair stood on end, a few pieces notably singed. If Artemis hadn’t lost her ability to think she might have likened his appearance to the aftermath of jamming his finger into an electrical socket.

He was bare to the world, exposed and yet uncaring; he was just as rooted as she was, had not moved an inch since righting himself and locking astonished and confused emerald eyes on her face. She was sure he had mouthed “Artemis…” then on the barest of breaths, but she couldn’t be sure.

This was all too surreal.

There was a veritable chasm between the two of them, a distance they seemed unable to cross, a stretch of pavement that went on forever. The air was still charged, dancing with electricity, making the fine blonde hairs on Artemis’s forearms stand straight up. She swallowed, blinked.

A few people had gathered on the sidewalks, drawn in by the bizarre stand-off taking place in the middle of the empty street. It was the kind of crazy thing they were all so used to, that though normally the sight of a nude man might have caused laughter, indignation, a ruckus… it caused only silence now, as if even they could feel the thick tension that surrounded the two heroes.

They could never know.

Wally moved first, as he was apt to; he plucked one bare foot from the heavy asphalt, his eyes still locked on Artemis, his mouth parted just as hers was. Her heart thudded into her throat, her grip reflexively tightening on her weapon as he approached, slow and deliberate, as if in a dream. She was sure that’s what this must be: a dream. Wally West had never walked with such careful steps in all his life, not that she had seen.

He seemed afraid that one misstep might shatter the illusion, and the archer stiffened, suddenly scared that if she dared to try and unstick her own boots that this…whatever it was, could all go up in a puff of smoke.

Like so many times before.

It was agonizing, and her chest hurt from the anticipation of disappointment, for that moment when he’d reach out and touch her and she’d wake up alone and gasping in her bed.

Except Wally was there now, just in front of her, his form towering over her a few inches higher than she remembered, but he’d been gone less than a year, that wasn’t possible.

His eyes were wide, and she could see hundreds of freckles smeared across his flushed cheeks.

“…Artemis.

His voice was hoarse from disuse, barely legible, but somehow she caught her name anyway, and something inside of her broke, like a damn giving way after far too many months trying to hold back the swell of water building wildly behind it.

Wally?” she croaked out, a ragged breath, and her vision clouded with unshed tears, turning Wally’s form into a shapeless blob that she could no longer focus on. She gasped in the charged air, feeling it crackle in her lungs, burning, and Wally reached out for her, grabbed her by the arms to steady her.

The shock of his touch thrilled through her limbs like a bolt of lightning, and she collapsed into his arms.

It was no dream.

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WHY DO I LISTEN TO THIS IS ONLY HURTS ME DEEP IN MY SOUL.

(the dismal part at the beginning is from THIS soul-wrenching scene:

and THEN THERE’S THE GODDAMN SPITFIRE GUITAR RIFT AFTER THAT, YOU KNOW, THE BEAUTIFUL MUSIC THAT IS THEIR THEME THAT PLAYS DURING SEVERAL SCENES BETWEEN THEM:

STUPID DUMB EMOTIONALLY COMPELLING MUSIC. *throws computer out the window while crying*

anonymous asked:

Riza slips into your office while you are distracted, coming up behind you and gently falling onto your lap, a soft smile on her face along with delightful rosey blush. "Colonel, What's your fantasy?" she says, bringing a hand to unbutton your uniform, a hand running from your chest to your thigh..."Would you like help making it reality, sir?" now her hand moved to strip her shirt so she was only in her bra. Then she leaned over to whisper in her superiors ear, "April fools." redressed and left.

“Good, but not easy to fall for. When we’re alone, the Lieutenant doesn’t call me Colonel.”

(Merry Christmas, Veggy!)

(VEGGY THOUGHT UP THESE EVIL VERSIONS (minus Tigress of course, although her AU evil backstory was done by Veg) SO I’M JUST BORROWING THEM)

The halls of the facility were dark and abandoned. He had taken care of the guards with quick efficiency, leaving them quite alive but very much incapacitated for a few hours. There was something about passing his hand right through their skulls that tended to have that effect, and usually left them with bloody noses. It had sort of become his mark, and he was pretty proud of it.

It was like his signature: Velocity was here.

Navigating dark hallways was no problem for the speedster. A few quick turns of the lenses of his goggles, followed by a soft click, and he was thrown into night vision mode. Easy peezy.

One, two, three, four more unsuspecting security guards were unconscious within a blink of the eye, and then he was in front of an imposing door made of thick steel.

He just grinned at the gesture of top security, then vibrated right through to his destination. 

The hot smell of something metallic filled his nostrils, and with a pang of mild anger he swiped his gloved hand under his nose to draw away the blood that trickled out in a steady rivulet. It continued to overwhelm his olfactories while he walked into the room, the harsh odor a constant irritation every time he tried full body molecular excitement. 

The room was spacious, with scattered lab equipment and clean tables that had been wiped down for the night. As always he felt comfortable in a lab setting, but he wasn’t there to stop and smell the beakers.

As if he could anyway, he thought angrily as he wiped his nose again, the crimson stark on his ebony uniform.

Velocity was more interested in the safe resting inside the wall at the back of the room. Well, it was more like a cold storage container, but it was set up in much the same way as a safe.

Luckily, Raptor had supplied him with the code he would need to get into it; it was always nice to have a best pal that excelled at gathering sensitive information. Even if he was a little on the insane side.

Velocity punched the code in, laughing in satisfaction at the agreeable beep that meant the digits had been accepted. There was something infinitely more gratifying about getting in fair and square instead of having exert energy vibrating into the containment unit.

Cool vapor rushed out and swirled around him as he pulled the door open, but the nearly arctic temperatures that wafted against his uniform in an icy blast did little to penetrate his naturally warm body.

Inside, there were several shelves full of tubes marked with chicken scratch. Some of the solutions were easily recognizable by Velocity, and if he weren’t so set on the science he had come for in the first place, he would have been gathering up as many as he could in his arms.

Instead, he immediately grabbed for a small, pill-shaped tube made out of metal. It was sealed tight, but there was no doubt in his mind this was it. He snatched it up, staring in awe at the casing that contained the latest in biotechnology; oh, the things he could do with this tiny little vial…

Velocity popped open the compartment he had on his left wrist. A thick, heavy bracelet with a hollow section that would stay cold just long enough for him to get back to base with his prize. Ten minutes, tops, but he wouldn’t even need five of that time.

Taking a moment to close the security storage (he didn’t want to ruin what he was sure to come back for another time), he made his way out. 

Not even the nosebleed he suffered for vibrating back through the steel doors could bring him down, not when he was well on his way to victory; all he had to do was speed down the halls again and he’d be home free.

Except he didn’t make it that far.

Velocity had just reached the end of the hall with the steel door, and was about to put on a monstrous burst of exhilarated speed when he caught movement in his periphery. Faster than even his reflexes could react, though, there was a sharp whipping sound that followed a heavy bola entangling his feet together.

He yelped in shock, going down hard from the force of the heavy metal spheres clacking together around his ankles. In mid fall, another crack sounded out and he felt his flailing arms become constricted by a second bola. With nothing left to catch himself on, he speedster fell onto his stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs in a whoosh.

His chin ached and gasped for air, blinking through the red tint of his goggles with confusion.

What the heck…

Footsteps. Something nudged his side hard enough to make him wince and shut his eyes tight. 

Then he was flipped onto his back, and something warm and solid settled just above his crotch, the pressure incredibly uncomfortable.

“I figured you’d beat me here,” a husky voice mused.

Velocity recognized that voice. His mouth formed into a huge, easy smile, and if his hands had been free he would have cushioned his head on top of them with a sense of relaxation.

He opened his eyes, seeing just the woman he had expected.

“Well hey, gorgeous,” Velocity greeted with a suggestive roll of his tongue, not at all bothered by his current situation. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Cut the chatter, moron,” Tigress said seriously. She pulled her signature orange crossbow from her thigh holster and pointed it at his chest threateningly. “I think you have something I need.”

“Tigress!” he faked astonishment. “Right here? In the middle of Star Labs? I never would have thought you were in to that kind of thing.”

“Not even in your dreams, speedy,” she snapped, pushing the crossbow into his chest. He could feel the sharp tip bite right through his spandex and nick the skin there; it’d be healed and gone within two hours, but the cut was enough to remind him of just how dangerous Tigress could be. “Hand over the capsule and this won’t have to get dirty.”

“I have no idea what capsule you are referring to,” Velocity bluffed, shaking his head back and forth. He could feel her legs tighten like a vice on either side of him, and her weight pushed down on him harshly; he knew it was meant to be a threat, to push him against the floor until it hurt. It did, especially with the thigh straps of her uniform digging into his hips. But apparently a certain part of his anatomy was getting a slightly different signal, and he really needed to get his mind elsewhere before he gave Tigress the wrong idea.

Or the right idea, depending.

“Perhaps if you tell me what capsule you’re looking for, me and my friend Raptor can help you retrieve it…” he suggested, trailing off pointedly.

Tigress snorted, shoving the crossbow back into her holster and starting to pat him down with gloved hands.

“My answer is the same as last time, Velocity; I’m not interested in forming a villains club with you and your insane boyfriend,” the blonde said, her gray eyes alighting on his bracelet. 

"Well for starters I can assure you he’s not my boyfriend, and for second, what harm could it possibly cause?” Velocity prodded, trying to draw her attention away from the compartment on his wrist. It seemed to work for a moment, her eyes flicking back down to his. 

His mouth fell open lightly when she moved her face close to his. Her hands came up to his face, pushing the goggles away from his eyes until they rested on his forehead. Her lips were full and unamused, and it occurred to him that this was the closest she’d ever gotten to him. He could feel her breath on his face as she pushed her mask up, revealing a beautiful, angular face that made his heart stutter.

She leaned closer.

“I’m not interested,” Tigress reiterated with deadly calm. He heard a pop as her fingers found the switch on his bracelet. 

“Why?” he asked again, trying to memorize the face while he had the chance. As if she could sense what he was doing, she pushed her mask back over her features, and Velocity felt a tiny sound of disappointment burst past his lips unbidden; he had not been able to capture the way she looked in time.

The blonde smirked, patting his cheek. She sat up on him, holding the metal capsule between two of her fingers triumphantly. 

“It’s a lonely world, Velocity,” Tigress stated matter-of-factly, using his chest as leverage to push herself up onto her feet. She took the time to pop a cold compartment on her belt and deposit the sample safely, before her eyes were peering down at him with something like a barely concealed sadness. “Where I come from, the lonlier you are, the better.”

Velocity watched her with troubled green eyes, until she threw several smoke pellets around him. He went into a fit of coughing, and when the smoke cleared, she was long gone.

Feeling dazed, and surprisingly okay with the fact that his precious science had been stolen from him, he vibrated through the bolas with ill-of-ease. He stared down the hall she had disappeared into, rubbing some feeling back into his limbs.

Shaking his head, he zoomed away.

Raptor wasn’t too happy about the loss, but then, he was never hugely happy about anything. Whenever he was, his loud, maddening cackles were enough of a giveaway.

Still, it wasn’t a total loss. 

On his next heist, Velocity was pretty sure he felt like he was being followed, and after he had grabbed the technology from Wayne Tech. Industries and turned to leave, he found a tiny metal box resting at his feet, seemingly out of no where.

Upon popping the lid, a huge grin spread across his face, and a devious happiness filled his chest.

A cold metal capsule awaited inside of it.