Blue encountered the team first and thus could have had her pick of any of them had she wanted. While three of the five Lions place glyphs to lead their paladin to them, Green takes a ‘trail of breadcrumbs’ approach while Yellow has only a few marks, but with precise instructions. Blue, however, fills the entire cave, lights them up, and then personally breaks the floor in easily the largest show of activity, and as soon as Lance is in her cavern he starts talking about how he feels like she’s staring at him.
Blue not only chose Lance, he was her first choice, and she was very excited about him. Given Keith had been there before to photograph the markings and probably spent a lot of time in that cave, Blue repeatedly passed up Keith- who is the person that Iverson told Lance he was the subpar replacement of.
This is reinforced in Blue’s cavern, when Keith specifically replies negative to Lance’s “Does anyone else feel like this thing is staring at them” and Keith touches Blue’s barrier to no effect.
A sentient being has been stuck in a cave for a very long time, and rather than take the first opportunity to get out of there, she chose to wait for Lance. It’s unclear if she specifically knew Lance was out there, or if she was just immediately charmed by him as soon as he showed up.
So basically if Blue was human and the kind of person to carry a wallet there would probably be a picture of Lance in it and everyone she talked to for more than five seconds would see it.
[ i think i understand what you mean, if im wrong then i am incredibly sorry for being illiterate lol hope you enjoy no less :) ]
Jin was a bit confused when he came home to a quiet, and empty house. Usually when he announced his arrival, it would soon be followed by the pitter-patter of feet rushing to greet him with excitement. Calling out for his wife and child, Jin was once again given silence. Scrunching his eyebrows in concern, he took a moment to review if you had anything scheduled for today - soon concluding that you were staying home. At least, that’s what he thought.
It didn’t take but five minutes for the front door to be opened once again, entering the two missing people he’d been thinking about since he walked in. Sighing in relief that the mystery was over, he turned toward the two of you with a smile - only for it to slowly disappear when he saw the look on your face. You were, unfortunately, giving him your best bitch face.
“Is something wrong?” He finally voiced, the sniffling child in your arms making his heart clench. “Did something happen?”
Slowly, you put down the child and sweetly instructed them to get ready for bed, that you would tuck them in, shortly. Nodding that they understood, they quickly ran for their room, not even giving Jin a passing glance. This only made his heart clench even more. Looking back at you for some sort of explanation, Jin’s obliviousness only pissed you off even more.
“What is today, Seokjin?” He stayed silent, making you sigh heavily. “Why don’t you go take a look on the calendar, and then come ask me what happened.”
With that being said, you headed for your child’s bedroom without another word, once again leaving Jin by himself. Scratching his head in even more bewilderment, Jin did as you had asked and made his way for the kitchen.
Saturday, November 18th. What was so special about that day?
And, that’s when it hit him. Jin felt like the world’s worst dad in that very moment, when all he could do was blink at the date, dumbfounded that he forgot in the first place. He missed his child’s first soccer game. Not only was he wrong about you staying home all day, but the fact he even remembers saying to them this morning that he wouldn’t miss it for the world. He practically lied right to his child’s face. It wasn’t his fault that it slipped his mind, there was just a lot going on at the office, but Jin didn’t see that as a good excuse.
Judging from the chocolate stains on their cheeks, he concluded that you two had just gotten back from eating victory ice cream - which could only mean that they won their game. Which could only mean Jin had a lot of apologizing to do.
He could only hope that his child, and yourself, could forgive him.
Yoongi sat outside his daughter’s bedroom door in shame, it physically hurting him to hear her cry her eyes out, and he couldn’t do anything about it; probably because he was the cause of them in the first place.
“Sweetheart, I am so, so very sorry. They held me in the studio longer than I anticipated, you know I would never do this to you on purpos-”
“Just leave me alone!” She immediately cut him off from his apology, her cries getting worse by the second. “I looked like a fool, I should have known you’d always put your music before me, no matter what!”
That, to Yoongi, felt like a kick to the stomach. Never in his life did he think that his music was more important than his family, it never once crossed his mind. But, after tonight, he couldn’t possibly blame his daughter for feeling that way. That night was the annual sixth grade ‘Father-Daughter Dance’ at her school, which she was so excited for-for the past two months. Everyone’s father showed up; give you one guess on who ended up having to go home early due to embarrassment of not having their date show up.
You practically chewed Yoongi out over the phone, saying how it took three bags of family sized m&ms to get her to calm down enough to remember to breathe. The both of you were livid, but your daughter felt neglected. And that was the last thing Yoongi ever wanted her to feel.
“Mi Sun, that’s not true…you know that’s not true. My music can never compare to you, how happy you make me everyday, the joy that you bring. Sweetheart, daddy is so sorry that he stood you up, I’ll make it up to you somehow, I promise. But, just know that you will always mean more to me than my music, no doubt about it.” There was silence on the other side of the door, which wasn’t entirely a bad thing, it just meant she stopped crying. “Tell you what: I won’t go to the studio all week, next week. You’ll have me all to yourself, we can do whatever you want, it’ll be a little ‘Father-Daughter’ outing. What do you say, princess?”
Yoongi waited with high hopes, ear pressed against the door as he prayed that she would at least consider his offer. It wasn’t until the sound of her door being unlocked relieved him of any thought of rejection, soon greeted with a gummy smile that matched his own. “You mean it?”
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone all the while picking up his little girl with his free arm, dialing Namjoon’s number without hesitation. Putting said person on speaker phone, he spoke.
“Namjoon, I’m taking all of next week off. I think it’s time I gave my greatest creation of all time my full and undivided attention. Goodbye.”
Your two children practically cursed Kim Namjoon’s existence, they were so mad. Not only did he run over one of their bike’s that morning, but now he had just broken their game counsel they had gotten from their uncle Jungkook, by stepping on it by accident; they were enraged.
He had promised them dessert after dinner to kind of set the atmosphere back into a lighter one, only for them to just eat it angrily as they continued to glare in their father’s direction. You tried so hard not to burst into a fit of laughter at Namjoon’s failed attempts to get back on their good side. Who could have thought that two seven year old boys could have a grown man begging on his knees for forgiveness?
“Please, what do you want from me? I said I was sorry, what more do you want? I told you countless times to never leave your bikes in the driveway, or to leave your game counsel lying around - so it’s technically not all my fault!”
They continued to be silent as they ate their desserts, their expressions never faltering. Finally letting out a small snicker, you speak.
“I don’t think you’re helping your situation here, Joonie.”
“I already gave them ice cream, what else do they want - my soul?” He exclaimed, losing all hope at this point. Namjoon didn’t like when his children were mad at him, it was one of the worst feelings in the world. He tried his best to be a good father and loving husband, and a small inconvenience like this just wasn’t sitting right. “I’ll buy you new bikes! And an even better game counsel, if you want, I don’t care. I will personally give you my wallet, if it’ll get you to stop-”
“Okay.” Hyun replied, while his brother nodded with enthusiasm. “And we want those diamond earrings that mom saw at the store a couple days ago, too!”
“And a puppy!” Jae was quick to add in, finishing up the last of his ice cream. Namjoon looked at the two boys with wide eyes and mouth agape. When Hyun’s statement finally registered in his brain, Namjoon slowly started to glare at you.
“You set this up, just so you could get those stupid earrings, didn’t you?”
Shrugging your shoulders, an evil grin slowly started to form on your face as you get up to retrieve his wallet. “Hey, I’m not the one who asked for them, the boys did. Too late to go back on your word now, Joonie.”
Shaking his head as you left the kitchen, Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle as the two boys started poking at his face - back to their normal, goofy selves.
“You two, and your mother, will be the death of me.”
He was devastated when he showed up to the school an hour late, and his little girl was no where to be seen. Hoseok frantically asked the teacher where she could’ve gone, only for him to get a look that could only be described as judgmental. What kind of father didn’t know where his own child was?
“There was a swarm of men that ran at your daughter with cameras, they chased her back into the school. She was the last student to be picked up, and they wouldn’t leave, so we called your wife. She tried your phone, Mr. Jung, but you wouldn’t answer. She is safe at home, by now.”
A small breath of relief fell from his lips as he thanked the teacher, and apologized for the inconvenience with the paparazzi. She merely responds with ‘I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.’ She couldn’t have been more right.
As if on cue, his phone starts to vibrate in his pocket, after hours of having it shut off. Hoseok visibly winces at the sight on his lock screen: 37 text messages, followed by 52 missed calls. He was definitely screwed.
Now, he found himself parked in the driveway, mentally preparing himself on how he planned on apologizing for leaving his daughter all alone in that kind of situation. She must have been so frightened, and just thinking about it made him feel even worse.
Once he entered the house, he becomes uneasy at the silence that he’s greeted with - it making him feel like the smallest person in the world. When he made his way into the family room, there you sat in the rocking chair he had bought, for the pregnancy with your second child. The look on your face was enough to show that you were far from being happy, but your features quickly softened when you saw how wreaked his face looked. You could tell that he had been crying out of guilt, the teddy bear he had obviously bought for your daughter confirming that as well.
“H..How is she?” He rasps, throat tight as the guilt continued to weigh on his shoulders. You shrug slightly, before taking a deep breath.
“Could’ve been worse, I suppose. She’s a little shaken up, but nothing physically wrong with her, thank god.” Carefully, you stand from the rocking chair, one hand resting on your bloated stomach. “Hobi…what happened, where were you? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for the past hour.”
“I-I lost track of time, the clock in my office was an hour late. My phone had to be switched off, because I was in and out of meetings all day - I didn’t mean to forget. I-I rushed as fast as I could to the school, and when I didn’t see her, I panicked, I thought something bad had happened. And then, I had to find out from the teacher that the paparazzi went after her-why would they do that?! She’s only a little girl, they’d never go as far as ambushing a child! This is all my fault, she’s was scared and alone, I wasn’t there, and now she probably hates me!”
“Hobi…” You tried to calm him down, the tears from earlier making their appearance once again as they cascaded down his cheeks, like a river; but he just kept going.
“What kind of father am I? I even had to make you leave the comfort of bed-rest just so you could go pick her up, when it was my job to do so-I’m just so stupid! I don’t know what I’d do if they had laid a single hand on either one of you, it makes me sick! Doesn’t anyone understand privacy anymore? This isn’t the kind of life I wanted for you, or for our children. I want you to feel safe, and healthy and protected - I can’t even do that right!”
“Hoseok, enough.” You raised both hands to cup either side of his face, making him focus on you. Your thumbs gently wiped away the stray tears, softly cooing at him to breathe and just to relax. “You are an amazing father, who works very hard for his family everyday. Sure, I was a little angry at how careless you were in the situation, but you’re human. You make mistakes, too. She won’t hate you, she never could, she loves her daddy far too much. Like I said, she was just a little frazzled, nothing serious. As for the paparazzi, we’ll get restraining orders - simple as that. Now, no more of this negative talk. Your princess needs her hope, her angel, to cheer her up.”
By now, his tears had come to a stop, a small smile taking their place. Leaning forward to give you a sweet kiss, Hoseok felt so lucky to have someone like you to remind him that he was loved and appreciated. Even though deep down he still felt awful about the whole thing, it was nothing a good, long cuddle session with her brand new teddy bear couldn’t fix.
I feel like Jimin would be very offended that you hadn’t brought him any treats back, sitting on the couch with an expression of pure betrayal as he watched his child munch away on yummy candies.
“So tell me again, why you told mommy not to bring daddy anything back? Did daddy do something wrong?” The child nods their head, pouting. “He did? Mind telling me what exactly he did to make you so upset?”
This time the toddler shook their head ‘no’, going back to stuffing their face with sweets and watching cartoons. After ten minutes of pleading for some sort of clue, Jimin finally gives up and goes to ask you what the problem is. But, unfortunately, you had no clue either.
“They’ve just been grumpy all day, and when I offered a trip to the candy shop, that seemed to do the trick. I was going to bring you something back, but they insisted that I shouldn’t.”
“And you listened?” He gaped. “Jagiiiii.”
“Look, all I know is that you did something to piss off our three year old child, and I don’t exactly know how. So, you’re on your own. Think, Chim, did something happen this morning?”
Retracing his steps on how the morning played out, Jimin couldn’t decipher anything that might have been out of the ordinary. He woke up, got dressed, came down stairs, ate breakfast - he remembers that he was running a little late for work, so he had to skip on the goodbye kis-
“Ohhhhh.” Jimin finally connected to the problem, giggling at how trivial this whole thing turned out to be. “I know what the deal is.”
Without even enlightening you as to what he just realized, Jimin made his way back into the living room and sat right in his spot next to the toddler. Leaning downward to plant a small kiss on their forehead, he exclaims at full volume.
“Goodbye, my little mochi, daddy loves you~!”
You tilted your head in confusion for a moment until you, too, realized what had made your child so salty all day: Jimin never gave them their usual goodbye kiss before he left for work. Immediately, as if someone had flipped a switch, your child offered a handful of candies to their daddy, him happily taking the sweets with a wide grin.
“Remind me never to forget goodbye kisses, ever again.”
He despised being the bad cop when it came to punishing his son. Taehyung was usually the fun parent, always sneaking snacks at night and promising never to tell you, that kind of parent. But, when the foot had to come down, it came down hard. During dinner, his son was starting to get a little smart mouthy toward you, and Taehyung was not having it. He had warned him to cool it, but he just didn’t know when to quit.
“That’s it, I’ve warned you to stop running your mouth! Go to your room, you’re grounded for a month - matter of fact, make it two months for bad mouthing your mother!”
This seemed to set him off even more, as he aggressively pushed away from the table to stand, pointing a spiteful finger in your direction. “She is not my mother. She’s just some skank you picked up at some club, and decided she was good enough to keep around-”
“That’s crossing the line! Four months! Say one more goddamn thing, and it’ll be a year - do you understand me?!”
“You’re always picking her side over mine! Ever since she moved in with us, you’ve changed - she’s changing you! I don’t even know who you are anymore, no wonder mom left you! She’s gone because of you, and I hate you!”
With that being said, he finally stormed off. The dining room was left eerily silent, as the only thing that was heard was the sound of him slamming his bedroom door shut. You looked over at Taehyung, seeing that his face remained blank, but you didn’t miss the single tear that slid down his cheek.
You knew that his ex-wife was a touchy subject between the two of them, and that whole argument definitely opened up old wounds. You raised from your seat, slowly walking over to where he continued to remain motionless as the tears just kept on falling. Leaning in close, you place a small kiss on his slightly damp cheek, easing a little tension out of his shoulder for moment.
“He didn’t mean it, Taehyung. Don’t take what he said to heart, he’s just frustrated. Give him some time, and he’ll come around. I’ll talk to him.” Giving him one more kiss, you exited the dining room and toward his son’s.
Taehyung still continued to sit there as he leaned his face into his hands, now silently crying to himself. You were amazing, trying your very hardest to be a good step-mother…why couldn’t he give you a chance?
- - -
Tae didn’t even realize that he passed out in the dining room, from possibly crying himself to sleep. He woke up to the sound of the front door being slammed shut, and a couple of hushed whispers. When his eyes adjusted, he noticed two silhouettes coming toward him, only to then discover that it was you and his son, carrying what looked to be bowls of frozen yogurt.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” You giggled, walking up to him to wipe some drool off the side of his face. “Are you okay?”
Blinking a couple of times, he directs his attention to his son, seeing that he was still picking at his frozen treat while purposely avoiding eye contact. It stayed that way for a good two minutes until you decided to speak for them.
“Dae-Jung, isn’t there something you’d like to say to your father?” The preteen sighs heavily, setting his now empty cup of froyo on the table. Shuffling his feet from side to side, he finally nods.
“I..I’m sorry, dad. I didn’t mean those things that I said, I was just…angry, I guess. It’s just…mom hasn’t been returning my calls lately, and you’ve been spending less time with me, and more time nagging me. I miss how things used to be, when you were my best friend, rather than this stick-in-the-mud. I apologized to Y/n…she’s actually really cool…I guess I kinda get what you see in her…so there. I don’t hate you, and I’m glad you’re here, and I’m sorry that I-”
Taehyung didn’t even let the boy finish rambling as he pulled him into a tight hug, making sure to squeeze the life out of him to reassure himself that he was still there.
“I’m sorry I’ve been so hard on you, Dae-Jung, I just don’t want you growing up and seeing me as a pushover. I can’t have you walking all over me like you mother did. And I’m glad you’re giving Y/n a chance, you’ll love her, I promise.” He beams at you, grateful to have someone like yourself in his child’s life, and his own. “But, you’re still grounded.”
“What? WHY?” He exclaims, trying to pull away from the hug, but Taehyung wouldn’t let him as he hugged even tighter.
“Because, you didn’t bring me back any frozen yogurt.~”
You had just gotten back from grocery shopping, with your little plus one ‘helping’ you carry the bags inside. After getting everything situated and put away, you set her in her little high chair, so she could enjoy the little treats you had bought for her - for being a good little helper. Soon, your husband walked in, hugging you from behind followed by a small peck to your cheek.
“Hello, gorgeous.~ And hello to you, my little bunny, where’s my kiss~?” Right as he went to give his princess a kiss on the cheek as well, she immediately screamed and blocked her treats from his sight. Taking a step back in shock, he tilts his head in confusion at his baby girl.
You chuckle softly, leaning over the counter. “Looks like somebody isn’t happy with you.”
“What have I done?” He tried again to get a kiss, only for her to scream once more, halting his movement. “What’s the matter, precious? Why can’t daddy have a kiss?”
“No!” She chirps, shaking her head. “My kisses!”
“I can’t have just one?” She shakes her head once again. “Why not?”
Jungkook, now in a dilemma, places his hands on his hips. It wasn’t until he noticed the empty bag of Hershey kisses that laid right next to her, did he finally realize the miscommunication.
“Ah, no, I want an actual kiss! Not your candy, silly girl.” He giggles before puckering his lips, leaning downward until he was at her level. “Like this! Remember? You love daddy’s kisses!”
The little one took a moment to register what he just said, until her eyes focused in on his puckered lips, blinking at them a couple of times. When it eventually clicked, she leaned forward as well until her forehead rested on his lips - allowing him to just go nuts with the tiny kisses to her head; the large amount of affection from her daddy was enough to make her giggle happily, enjoying the shower of kisses he continued to give her.
The sight alone was enough to make your heart melt, Jungkook could be such a softball when it came to his little gir-
“Jungkook, you ass, I literally just saw you swipe some candy-”
Merry Christmas! I am so thankful for family, friends, food, and everything that life has to offer. It’s not about what you get on Christmas, it’s about who you’re with. I can not wait for the new year. Anyways, this is the little surprise I’ve been waiting to post. I am in love with my new MK phone wristlet/wallet. Super thankful. What did you guys get for Christmas?
me thinkin about ffxv: tbh like what even happened during the great war or whatever? like how much can we even trust the six? like it happened so long ago? why was the gameplan to like wait 2000 years to destroy this disease that is irresponsible disease control. when did the scourge even become a Thing again or was it always a thing and like also what’s w the healer king or whatever ardyn is the Most Unreliable Narrator i trust him a Teaspoon at most. what happened.
also me thinkin about ffxv: DoES LUCIS HAVE A COSTCO?
Being the youngest member of the Waverider sure has
advantages and disadvantages.
They treat you like their little sister.
But they’re all overprotective assholes.
Okay, let’s go to the beginning.
Your adventure began when in a robbery in the National
bank of Central City, you meet Captain Cold and Heatwave. You had just escaped
your abusive family and were looking for someone to lift their wallets, that
person just happened to be MR. Leonard Snart. They took pity on you and gave
you the option of joining them ( more like Len saw himself in you and wanted to
help you). And so, you joined them and helped in their robberies. You asked Len
if you could have a weapon like Lisa, he wanted to say no but really, who could
resist your puppy dog eyes?
You ended with a (y/w). And with that weapon, you
joined their little group of criminals. You helped once or twice, they didn’t
let you help in the most dangerous ones, said you were too young. But you did
meet the famous Flash, once.
One night, you were waiting for them in Len’s minivan
while they robbed the bank. When you were escaping from the police the three of
you were in the car with them when a blinding light surprised you.
When you wake up, you were in a rooftop between Len
and Mick and with a bunch of people you didn’t even know.
hell are you doing here”
“I am as ignorant as you for once”
“Where are we?”
“(y/n), are you ok?” Mick asked you. You nodded at him
as a guy with a colorful fashion started talking with his heavy English accent.
“The names Rip Hunter, I’m from East London…”
“Oh. And the
You raised an eyebrow at him at the same time Len glared
and Mick said:
“Nice to meet you, Rip”
“And while you were incapacitated I may have tampered
with your weapons. I’ve assembled you all because I need your help. The future
of the world is in peril because a man by the name of Vandal Savage.”
“That can’t be, we destroyed him” Said the guy dressed
“Yeah, The Green arrow and the Flash helped us doing
it.” Said his partner.
After that, Rip Hunter explained his reason of
assembling this little group, Len and Mick didn’t seem to agree with his
explanation of saving the world via time traveling to defeat this Randall guy.
Len grabbed your arm and passed Rip saying.
“You got the wrong guy. Hero ain’t on my resume.” He
“Or mine” Mick followed the two of you.
“I know it’s difficult to fathom, but where I am from,
the 2116, you and everyone on this roof aren’t just considered heroes, your
You looked at him, eyes widening. You weren’t a petty
thief in the future? You were considered a hero?
“Legends?” You said at the same time as the guy who
you recognized as the Atom.
“I hate to nitpick, but, doesn’t a legend have to be
dead?” Stein said.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s a deal breaker for me, so I’m
gonna pass.” The guy beside you said.
“It’s dangerous for you knowing to much about your
future but I’m here because each of you as individuals, are destined for
“I can get behind that” The Atom said.
“AND, because if you don’t follow me, this is what’s
in store for your world 150 years from now” He pressed a button on his remote
control and projected a destroyed city engulfed in flames with what seemed like
planes shooting at them.
Your grip on Len’s arm tightens as your faced what
your city would become, the horror and the desolation the future would become,
even if you won’t be alive when this happened…
You didn’t want this.
“I could have chosen any place and any place, of all
the people who ever lived I chose you nine, I certainly hope that you won’t let
me and the world down.”
Rip saw everyone’s astonished expressions; he walked
toward Professor Stein and gave him a paper, where the meeting place was
“If your answer is Yes, met me at this address in 36
hours.” After that we walked away.
You felt Len and Mick started walking away and you
followed them, after looking at the address and waving at the others one last
You were sitting in the couch with Len’s legs on your
lap, you were looking at Mick messing with his whatever he was doing. You were
mostly thinking of what Hunter showed you all as Len read a magazine.
“I can’t believe the two of you are thinking of
hooking up with the Englishman. We’re thieves, crooks, criminals, with no
desire to save the world, especially under years from dead.”
Snart answered him without raising his eyes from the
“He said across time, Mick. What about the years
before the fingerprints and surveillance cameras and DNA analysis.”
He looked at Mick, who just grabbed a beer and was
“Why did we become criminals?”
“Because we hate working and we love money.”
Len got up from the couch as you looked at them,
waiting to see what they chose to do.
“We steal the Mona Lisa straight off of Da Vinci’s
easel, snach the Hope diamond before it was discovered. This is everything we
got into thieving for in the first place… more than everything.”
Mick looked at Len “If you
want me in, I’m in, but I’m not gonna be no one’s hero.”
“I’m in too!” You said as
the two criminals looked at you.
“You won’t be coming with
us” Len said.
“It’s to dangerous for you
(n/n)” Mick said.” You better stay here with Lisa for the time being”
“But you will be having all
the fun! And I be staying here with Lisa flirting with the Flash friend!”
“I promised myself-“
Len rolled his eyes.
“We promised ourselves we won’t let anything bad happen to you, and
time travel with a bunch of weirdos is too dangerous for you. You’re only
Let’s try something else.
Flattery can take you far.
(¬ v ¬)
“But it’s more dangerous for
me staying here! Lisa and I are no rival for the Flash, not alone. With you,
the flash doesn’t stand a chance! Alone… well he could take me away from
you… Also, Lisa won’t pick a fight with
no one, so if you take me with you, you will be able to protect me, you’re my
big brothers Lenny and Micky, don’t let the Flash take me away…”
Len and Mick’s face was like
an open book, the big brother part worked like a charm.
Guess who’s going to time
And that’s how you ended
here, along the crew of the Waverider.
With time, you ended winning everyone’s hearts over, even stern Rip.
What you needed
The first to fall was Ray.
He saw how young you really
were, and who you were living with.
One day, Ray came to you.
“Yeah, Raymond was it?
“Yeah” He said sheepishly
“It’s there something you
wanted to say?”
“…Why are you with those two
You glared at him. Without
you knowing, Len and Mick were overhearing your conversation.
“They may be criminals, but
they are the best persons I know. They are my family, they are my heroes, I
love them with their faults. They are my home, but I don’t hope you will
Len smiled softly, you could
see itty bity tears in his eyes.
Mick was smiling openly.
“You’re so young…”
“But I’ve see things a rich
boy like you never has.”
Ray hugged you hard
“You precious cinnamon roll,
too precious for this world.”
“HEY BOYSCOUT! Hands off!”
Ray was still hugging you
while Len and Mick tried ( but failed) to tear him off of you.
“When we finish saving the
world, you can come with me. I got a pretty big house! And I’m rich, I can give
you whatever you want! You can be my little (sister/brother)!”
“No way, Raymond. Get off of
my sister or I will freeze your dick off.”
Sara and Kendra were the
They liked to baby you.
“(y/n), sit with us today!
It’s been a long time since you sat with us!”
Kendra had that motherly
feeling for you and Sara was the same, they saw how young you were, and all you
had to live and they swear to protect you.
Sara remembered of her past,
and how you had a rough childhood like hers, she had to face the bullies until
her father teach her how to defend herself, she sweared to protect you and
teach you how to fight.
And so, they began training
you, hand to hand combat.
Much to your delight.
Kendra and Carter liked to
treat you like a child they didn’t have, and after losing their son and won’t
be able to do a thing, their actitude towards you became more overprotective.
And, you liked being babied a little, you didn’t have to ask
for something, Kendra, Sara or Ray would compete for your attention, for the
horror of Len and Mick, who regretted to bring you along, feeling their little
sibling was being taken away from them.
Then it was Jax and Stein.
You liked seeing Jax work on
the Waverider’s mechanics, and sometimes you asked him questions about how was
the high school he went to.
He gladly answered all your
questions and even teach you something about mechanics.
He liked the attention.
He liked being part of a
team and the feeling of having a younger person aboard the Waverider made him
feel like he should protect you.
Stein liked that you asked
him questions about science and he gladly explained it to you, saying that if
he didn’t do it Snart’s and Rory’s idiocy would affect you.
Cue, Len and Mick glaring at
Stein took upon himself to
teach you the basics, seeing as your life as a criminal didn’t let much space
You liked learning, made you
feel more powerful.
And sometimes you liked to
show off what you learned to Len and Mick.
They were proud of you. But
felt like they were being robbed of your loving attention.
The last to fall was Rip.
Rip’s heart was hardened by
the death of his family by the hands of Vandal Savage. So melting the ice in his heart was hard,
Little by little you started
to make your way to his heart without him noticing how he started to pay more
attention to you, asking how you were and saving you when it was unnecessary.
And, he would oblige you to
go to weekly cheek outs with Gideon, much to your displeasure.
So imagine what happened
once you got the cold.
Utter and complete madness
People running around the
ship, yelling that you were sick, Rip dragging you to the infirmary for a cheek
out. Len and Mick stick to you like glue and Sara and Kendra took upon
themselves to make you feel as comfy as possible. Stein and Jax would come
often to entertain. Much to Len and Mick displeasure.
“Go away, you’re annoying.
(Y/N) needs peace and sleep and you’re just filling (her/his) head with sciency
“We’re not the annoying
ones, you don’t let her brethe
without one of you stalking her.
“Everyone out! (y/n) needs
to rest.” Rip said
“No” Len answered.
“Don’t forget I am the
captain of this ship”
“I remember, I just don’t
You sighed and looked at
“Can you bring me a glass of
water?? Please big brother??”
(Y/N) ATTACKED WITH PUPPY
IT WAS SUPER EFFECTIVE!
Jealous looks towards Len
They wanted to be called big
Wow, you had the crew
wrapped around your pinky.
You little manipulative you…
The beginning of the sibling
They would compete for your
Sara would bring you food.
Kendra and Carter would stay
with you and tell you how they teamed up with the Flash and The arrow.
Stein would come to answer
your scientific questions and tell how he turned to Firestorm for the first
Jax would tell you what
happened in their last mission and would more than often show off. Saying that
when you were better he and Stein would show Firestorm and how they fight.
Len and Mick would bring you
food of the time where they were because as Mick said “The food of the future
is crap”. And they would stay with you
until you fell asleep, then they kissed your forehead lovingly and retire to
In the middle of the night,
Rip would come to your room and would stay for an hour, brushing your hair and
telling about his family and how you made him feel like he belonged again.
Everything while you were asleep, but sometimes, you would wake up to his
fingers lovingly stroking your hair and his British accent telling you about
that heartbreaking future.
This went for a long time,
even after you got well .They wouldn’t let you go with them until you got away
one while they were on a mission.
Craziness and desperation
They divided in two groups
to search for you. Desperate and afraid some creep would have kidnapped you.
After a few hours of distress and yelling ( and , even though they won’t admit
it, Sara, Rip and Kendra hit a few shady guys who didn’t want to cooperate,
even though they didn’t even see you. And Len and Mick… well let’s say those
who didn’t want to cooperate meet Hot and Cold.)
The truth is that you meet a
hot (boy/girl) who asked you out to get a drink. You in all you rebellious
teenager hormones said yes without thinking what your overprotective teammates
The two of you went out to a
coffee shop and talked a bit about yourselves, more like you made up your whole
background. You can’t go to someone you just met and say
“HEY, I’M A TIMETRAVELING
(Y/A) GIRL FROM 2017 WITH AN OVERPROTECTIVE TEAM STALKING MY LIFE. AH,
AND I AM TRIYING TO SAVE THE FUTURE OF A DICTATORSHIP.”
They would think you’re
After a few hours your team
found the two of you…
Let’s say things got ugly
(Y/n) (Y/L) WHAT THE HELL DO
YOU THING YOU ARE DOING?! AND WHO THE BLOODY HELL IS (HE/SHE)?!”
“Guys, let me explain-“
“NO. YOU ARE GROUNDED!” Sara
“Hey Len, I think that
(guy/girl) tried to take advantage of her, can I burn (his/her) house
down?” Mick said hopefully as Len looked at him saying No with his eyes.
“You know the scare you gave
us, young lady? “ Stein said.
·Yeah, I almost had a heart
attack! I’m too young to have a heart attack!” Jax said.
Kendra and Carter grabbed
the (boy/girl) you were going out with and tock (him/her) away from here, after
saying something that made (his/her) face blanch with horror and run away like
(his/her) life was at risk…
It probably was.
Kendra and Carter came to
you smiling innocently, you asked :
“What did you say to
“Oh nothing, just that what
would happen to his (dick/ ovaries) if (he/she) as much as looked your way.”
“Yes. And that we would
probably make his life hell, if (he /she) was every born” Carter said.
assholes who you loved with all your heart.
Len grabbed your hand and
dragged you to the ship without saying any of his snarky comments.
He was mad with you and not even the eyes of
the puppy dog could save you now.
Photo Quest | On AO3 Word Count: ~7000 Warnings: None
Summary: A ficlet based on an old Imzy prompt. Steve loses a wallet, where he keeps a secret picture of Tony. His team of heroes is of no help, but hey, Thor’s roommate Daryl has some strangely insightful advice about ham.
Also for STONY Bingo Square S4 - ‘Pining’
Captain America didn’t panic. Serum-enhanced national treasures usually didn’t, and good for them because Steve Rogers⸺soldier, punk, plucky kid from Brooklyn⸺definitely was. Panicking, that is.
He thumbed tensely through the video feed on his Starkpad. A panoramic view of every common area in the Tower was right there at his fingertips, and some not-so-common areas were just a passcode away. In addition, he had access to satellite feeds and other methods of surveillance that walked a thin line Constitution-wise, but none of them really solved his problem.
“Anything?” he asked FRIDAY.
‘Negative,’ replied the AI.
“Oh jeez, still?” Steve asked in a voice that might have been called a whine if someone who was not him were describing it.
“Captain, I’m doing my best,” FRIDAY protested. “A full building scan takes time, y’know?“
“Limit it to my recorded locations.” he commanded brusquely. “Last 48 hours.”
“You didn’t authorize me to record your movements within the Tower,” said FRIDAY, and Steve figured he probably deserved the smug undertone behind her serene professionalism.
He closed his eyes and slumped back in his seat anyway. “Goddamn it.“
Steve snapped his eyes open at the wry tenor, instantaneously flipping the Starkpad over. He found himself face to face with Tony, much like a deer in headlights. It was not a good look on him, and Tony’s brow rose in predictable confusion.
“What are you doing?” Tony asked, and lightweight that he was, Steve could already feel his face grow warm.
He made a valiant effort nonetheless. “Nothing.”
“Oh, because it totally sounded like you were arguing with my AI,” Tony folded his arms now. He loomed, and Steve really had no other choice but to notice how he was dressed to spar— cutoff shirt, hand wraps, trunks that hugged his waist just right… “And losing.”
While Steve battled his sudden case of dry mouth, Tony continued. “Come on, what’s making America’s golden boy swear in the presence of a disembodied lady?”
“I lost my wallet,” Steve admitted.
Tony looked skeptical, but didn’t actually say anything about it. He rattled commands off to his AI instead, “FRIDAY, order replacements for Cap’s charge cards and report his IDs as lost.”
“Already done, boss,” FRIDAY replied, more pleasantly than she’d done for Steve.
“Done,” Tony echoed. He flashed Steve a thumbs up. “Mission accomplished?”
Steve tapped his fingers on the Starkpad. “My wallet is still missing, so no.”
“Then, let’s order a wallet. You ok with leather?”
“Tony, no.” Steve shook his head. “I don’t want a new wallet, I’m going to find my old one.”
And that’s the thing about Steve: he may be a terrible casual liar, but he was made to get out of potentially ruinous situations that might threaten the very structure of the team.
He stood and clasped Tony’s shoulder. “Because I’m a weird old man, remember? Let me live.”
Steve managed to pull off a mostly casual stroll to the elevator to head up to his suite. He smiled genially at Tony through the doors while pressing the button to his floor, and Tony stared back at him with undisguised suspicion.
Steve held his smile for the eternity it took for the elevator doors to close, and slumped back against the wall as soon as they did. Why was he like this?
You have fallen out of love with me the way a person forgets their wallet on a train - with the stabbing panic of leaving something vital behind, without yet being able to place what’s gone. Instead, you fumble and grope at the debris. The receipts, the bits of change, the dust. You look for clues. You will never find me.