still shaken by the thought that an entire team is gone

anonymous asked:

53 andreil for the prompt thingy???

53: “Darling, stop.” 

They’re in the chilly fluorescent produce section, Neil steering the cart and Andrew catching it whenever he finds chocolate-covered berries or cartons of blended sugary juice to add to the pile. Neil’s got his old jersey conspicuously clashing with their new team’s red sweats, a dark bandana twisted up in his hair. It’s almost closing, and everything feels a bit cool and loose like no one’s really supposed to be awake.

When Neil’s busy bagging carrots Andrew gets his arms folded over the handle of the shopping cart, this stupid black t-shirt all stretched out at the neck, wire-framed glasses perched on his nose, mouth flat. Neil’s sort of fond of Andrew wearing his glasses in public, and he finds himself walking backwards in front of the cart as it’s pushed, openly watching him. Andrew picks the pace up just enough to bump heavily into his shins.

Neil smiles, looping his fingers through his end of the cart so they each have a side, rolling lopsidedly towards the opening of an aisle.

“Stop making things difficult.”

“Let me drive the cart.”

Andrew regards him, fair eyebrows raised. “You’re a control freak.”

Neil laughs, startled. “You let three people total drive your car. You wouldn’t even let Sir or King in our bed for the first three months we had them. You bartered for my secrets when we met, Andrew. ”

“And?” Andrew asks, examining a box of cake mix.

“I don’t think you should be talking about controlling personalities.”

Andrew ignores him, tossing the box in the cart and pushing it back towards Neil. “Go get your diet plan shit.”

Neil makes a face. “It’s our diet plan.”

“I am not willfully drinking skimmed milk.” Andrew crosses to the bags of jumbo marshmallows and Neil pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I’ll put it in your hot chocolate.”

“You’ll die,” Andrew says simply.

Neil jostles the cart into Andrew’s side, and he drops the marshmallows back on the shelf, unimpressed. “Meet me at the front in five. I’m getting actual food to sustain actual people.”

Andrew shrugs and turns to wander out of the aisle, dragging the cart the wrong way behind him.

Neil coughs so he doesn’t laugh, senselessly thrilled. He jogs back towards the meat section, threading through coolers and displays until he finds the turkey bacon and lean chicken breasts that they live on. He’s frowning at an especially lifeless beige cut of fish when he’s wrenched around by the arm.

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S4E7: Long Overdue

so this is a fix it fic because s4 was shit and I have an obligation to try to fix everything they screwed up or left out, and deserves to have happened, because writing is super easy. I’ll be posting it as two separate episodes so consider them episodes 7 and 8

Characters: Keith, Lance, (Klance), Allura, Hunk, Pidge, Matt, Coran, Lotor, Kuron, Shiro, BOM, rebel alliance

Words: 3k

Summary: Set after Lotor’s attack on the Galran ship, a dark secret is revealed to the team that may force them to form an alliance. Keith and Lance realize their importance to the team.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a story where Scully is sick and tearful and Mulder comforts her? I love vulnerable Scully, there is not enough fanfic like that. Or do you know any tumblers that do XF sick fic or Scully sick fic? I am new to tumblr so not very good at navigating it, thanks

I have a fairly long fic where Scully’s sick, Mulder wants to comfort her, and she learns little by little to accept it.  It’s cancer arc, and it’s called Between Sorrow and Bliss.

As for vulnerable… this is an idea that’s been kicking around in my brain.  Set in S2, immediately after Irresistible.

She stands frozen in the motel bathroom, unable to make herself walk towards the bathtub along the far wall.  It’s like an open mouth threatening to swallow her whole, to finish the job that Donnie Pfaster had begun, hours before.

Scully had hoped hard that the motel would have rooms with just shower stalls, but they’d had no such luck, and she doesn’t want to go out into the room where Mulder is waiting and ask him to leave and find a different place to stay the night.  If she does, he’ll want to know why, and the last thing she wants is for him to know how deeply all of this is still affecting her.  It’s bad enough that she’d broken down in his arms at Pfaster’s house; she’s not willing for him to know she’s in here losing her mind over a bathtub.

You have to get clean, she tells herself sternly.  You will feel much better once you’ve washed the dirt and blood out of your hair.  She takes a single, tentative step towards the tub, and right away, her chest seizes up and she can’t breathe.  The tightness in her lungs is painful, she’s lightheaded immediately, and she sinks back against the closed bathroom door with a loud thunk.

In seconds, Mulder is right outside, knocking at the door.  “Scully?  You okay in there?”  She opens her mouth to call out yes, she’s fine, everything’s fine, stay out there, but her voice is strangled in her throat.  She can’t draw enough breath to get the words out.  “Scully?”  Mulder’s sounding panicked now.  She gives him about fifteen more seconds until he breaks the door down, and it’s the thought of having to explain to Skinner why the FBI is being billed for a destroyed bathroom doorframe that finally forces her to move.  

Scully wraps a towel tightly around herself and unlocks the door.  She opens it and steps back, looking down, still trying to force air into her stubborn, traitorous lungs, knowing that the moment she looks up at his face, he’ll see it in her eyes.

“The, uh….”  She takes a deep breath, managing to keep it from sounding like a gasp.  “The shower wouldn’t turn on.”  She risks a look at his face to find he’s frowning at her skeptically.  He crosses the bathroom, leans over and flicks the tap, which, of course, works immediately.  But the deep booming of the water rushing into the tub sets Scully off again, and before she can stop herself she’s backed against the wall, sinking down to the floor.  She’s dimly aware that her towel is slipping, but she can’t bring herself to care.

“Turn it off,” she hisses, and Mulder hastens to comply.  He crouches down in front of her, concern written all over his face.  He doesn’t need to ask what the problem is; he went through Pfaster’s entire house before they’d left the scene.  He saw the tub that had been prepared for her.  He reaches out and gently fixes her towel where it’s begun to gap at the bottom.

“Tell me what to do, Scully,” he urges her, his voice low and soothing.  “How can I help?”  She shakes her head.

“You can’t,” she says.  “I wanted… I just wanted to shower, that’s all… but… I just froze.”  She covers her face, ashamed, but Mulder’s having none of that.  He reaches out and takes her hand.

“Scully,” he says, “there’s absolutely nothing for you to be embarrassed about here.  I told you before, agents with way more experience in the field than you have folded on cases like this- and that’s without any of them having actually been abducted by the killer.”

“I just wanted to get clean,” she whispers, and she hates how weak her voice sounds.  Mulder nods.  He looks around, and, standing, he takes a small stack of washcloths down from the rack above the toilet.  He reaches down and takes her hand, pulling her to her feet.

“How about this?” he suggests, leading her out of the bathroom.  The motel room is the sort that has the tub and toilet in the bathroom proper, with a sink and vanity in a little area off the rest of the room.  “You can fill up the sink and use the washcloths to bathe.”  He shuts the bathroom door behind him.  “You won’t even have to look at the bathtub at all.  And if you want, I’ll go to my room and give you some privacy.”

“No!”  The cry is out of her mouth before she can stop it, and she blushes.  “I mean… you don’t have to go.”  She hunches her shoulders.  “I’m not ready to… I don’t want to….”

“You don’t want to be alone?”  There’s no judgement in his voice, only kindness, and she nods.  “Well… I’m not ready to leave you alone, so that works for me.”  And looking at his face, at the fear that hasn’t yet fully left his eyes, she realizes: this has shaken him badly.  He had to have been terrified when she’d gone missing, so soon after the last time.

“Okay,” she says.  “It’s a good idea.”  He nods and gives the hand he’s still holding a squeeze, then releases it.

“I’ll be right over here watching TV,” he says, and he leaves her to it.

Scully gets herself cleaned up quickly, taking extra care with the bruised and abraded patches, and she immediately begins to feel better.  Once her body has been scrubbed clean, though, she’s presented with a problem: her hair.  In order to wash it, she’ll have to somehow get her entire head into the sink, and it’s not very deep.  She’s not sure how she’ll be able to rinse out the shampoo without dumping water over her head, and she’s likely to make a mess.

“Everything okay?” calls Mulder from his place on the bed.  She wraps the towel back around herself and goes out to him.

“Yeah,” she says.  “I think I’m just going to have to skip my hair, though.  I can’t figure out how to do it without soaking the carpet.”  Mulder looks thoughtful.

“I could help you, if you want,” he suggests, and as Scully blanches, he backtracks.  “But if not, that’s okay,” he says quickly.  “If it would make you uncomfortable-”

“It’s not that,” she says.  “It’s just… he wanted to wash my hair.”  Mulder nods, thinking.  “I’m not sure how I’ll do with someone else doing it.”

“What if I talked to you, the whole time?” he offers tentatively.  “So you would know it was me.”  He goes over to the table by the window and seizes one of the chairs there, dragging it over.  “You can sit in this, on a couple of pillows, and lean back against the counter.  That way you can see my face the whole time.”  Scully bites her lip, thinking, weighing the possibility of panicking with the potential relief of getting the blood and dirt out of her hair.  And even if she does lose it, she realizes, Mulder isn’t going to judge her for it.  She takes a deep breath.

“Okay,” she agrees.  Mulder takes the pillows from the bed and puts them on the seat of the chair.  He folds a towel and lays it across the counter to cushion her neck, and unwraps one of the plastic drinking cups from the counter.  Scully sits down gingerly and leans back as he runs the water, fiddling with the hot and cold taps until he’s got the temperature right.

“Remember, you’re supposed to keep talking,” she prompts him, and he smiles down at her.

“My mom used to do this for me when I was a kid,” he tells her, as he uses the drinking cup to wet the hair around her hairline.  “I swam all the time- in the ocean during the summer, in the pool for swim team the rest of the year- and I was always getting ear infections.  So my mom would have me lie across the kitchen counter and she’d wash my hair in the sink to keep the water out of my ear.”  He squeezes her shampoo onto his hand and begins to work up a lather.  The scent wafts into her nostrils, and for a moment, her chest begins to constrict again.  She trains her eyes on his face and does not look away.

This is Mulder, she tells herself.  Mulder, who would never hurt you, who cares for you deeply, who doesn’t want to let you out of his sight tonight because he was so frightened of losing you.  Gradually, her breathing returns to normal, and Mulder smiles encouragingly at her.

“Samantha, on the other hand, almost never got ear infections,” he continues, rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, studiously guarding her eyes with his other hand.  “She didn’t do swim team, though, so she had less exposure to the water than I did.  One time, though….”  He smiles wryly.  “She did get one, after a nasty cold.  And my mother, for one reason or another, was out for the evening, and it was bath time, so I figured I’d wash her hair for her.”  He rubs conditioner on his hands and spreads it through her hair, massaging her scalp in a way that has her nearly groaning with pleasure.  “I had her lie on the counter, just like I always did… only, her hair was long, unlike mine, and I never thought to make sure to keep her hair out of the drain.  It got caught in the gears of the garbage disposal, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t work it free.”  He rinses out the conditioner.  “So I went for the kitchen scissors, and… well… let’s just say our mother had to take Sam the the hairdresser’s first thing in the morning to fix the worst haircut she ever had.”  Scully laughs, and most of the remaining tension leaves her chest.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t tell me that story before you offered to do this,” she says.  “I might not have agreed.”  Mulder laughs.

“Nah, there’s no garbage disposal in this sink,” Mulder says.  He turns the water off and hands Scully a dry towel.  “Okay, you’re all done.”  She sits up and dries her hair off, smiling at him gratefully, shyly.

“Thank you,” she says.  “I know hair-washing doesn’t really fall into the list of expectations partners should have for each other.”  Mulder’s expression softens, and he reaches for her hand.

“Scully,” he says, “you can expect me to have your back, always.  No matter what that entails.  You need me to cover you while you’re charging in to save the day?  You got it.  You need me to play beauty shop late at night in a cheap motel room?”  He reaches over, towel in hand, and catches a stream of water dripping from her hair down her neck before it reaches her shoulder.  “I’m there.  Whatever you need, Scully, I wanna be there for you.  Always.”

Tony Stark/Iron Man - You Look So Familiar - Part 4

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Series Summary: Tony runs into a 14-year-old girl outside of a coffee shop and spills his coffee. When she freaks out and tries to run away, he stops her and asks her if she’s okay and notices that she looks very familiar. He takes her back to the tower to get cleaned up and Natasha points out that she looks just like him. So, Tony tests her DNA and finds out she’s his.

Part Summary: Tony, Peter, and the team do everything they can to find Y/N. With T'Challa’s help, they find out where she is. An unlikely person from Tony’s past comes back. Y/N finds out something that could change her world.

Pairings: Tony x Daughter!Reader, Peter x Fem!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, T’Challa, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, May Parker, Grayson Roberts (OMC), Amanda Roberts (OFC). Bruce Banner, Harold “Happy” Hogan, Liz Allan, Michelle, Ned Leeds, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Sam Wilson, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, Scott Lang (Mentioned)

Warnings: Little bit of swearing and angst

A/N: Thank you to @mo320 for being my beta!! And thank you to @molethemollie and @mo320 for feeding me ideas for this part! 

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A Doctor’s Log (Mass Effect: Andromeda)

Summary: Being a collection of impressions, observations, and ruminations, by one Dr. Lexi T’Perro, staff physician on the Tempest. 

Notes: Spoilers abound, but specifically for Liam’s armor request and part of Jaal’s loyalty mission (through the end of “Flesh and Blood”). Pre-romance (incipient Sis!Ryder/Jaal).

This is loose, this is messy, and hopefully, this is funny. There may be more to come, but we shall see! <3

Read on: Ao3


Entry One:

Our young Pathfinder certainly has a talent for finding — well, talent, in the most unusual places. From what I understand, she found our resident krogan on Eos, slaughtering the local wildlife. I believe he’s wearing the bones of his kills.

And yet, he’s charming, but anyone’s standards. A little gruff, but that’s to be expected. He and Vetra seem to be getting along famously, if what I overhear from the crew’s quarters is any indication.

Cora is still dealing with residual frustration and resentment over the Pathfinder’s role passing from Alec to his daughter, but she is a consummate professional, and after an initial tense conversation with Ryder, has allowed herself to process and grieve in private. I’ve made a note to check in with her — something Cora will be astute enough to recognize — but I foresee no future issues in that quarter.

Sometimes it’s best simply to let time and distance do all the healing work. Harry, if you ever read this, know that I can hear you smirking.

Entry Seven:

Liam continues to impress me — his good humor and willingness to reach out to everyone has defused more than a few potential arguments. I’m rather amazed at how he dismantled what could have been a rather explosive argument over the last of the Fishdog Food Shack nuggets (I shudder to think what was in them, to have lasted so long in suspension!). His loyalty is unquestioned. He’d be an asset on any team, but I’m glad he’s with us.

Ryder stayed in her quarters for an extra forty-three minutes this morning. SAM assures me she was simply working out, but I’ve made a note to watch her stress levels a little more carefully. Excess exercise may be just one symptom of a larger problem.

I do hope they’re able to wake up her brother, soon. Her role is a lonely one.

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While You Were Away (Steve Rogers x Reader)

yall are requesting so much steve angst rn it’s great


Prompt /song; ‘Maybe a thief stole your heart, or maybe we just drifted apart’ - The Way It Was, The Killers 


Other characters featured; Maybe a thief stole your heart, or maybe we just drifted apart’ - The Way It Was, The Killer. An angsty readerXCaptain America set after Civil War. The reader was obviously in love with Steve, but he’s into Sharon Carter. They can either get together or the reader is left heartbroken. (I’m sorry, I just haven’t seen this before).


Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; language 

Word count; 1339

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The captain’s wife

Summary: Jyn and Bodhi uncover surprising information about Cassian’s personal life and will soon find out whether he still harbors feelings for a certain general despite a falling out years back.
Word count: 10.5k
warning(s): swearing, abuse 

Jyn walked off the ship, Bodhi laughing at her side, “You mean, he actually took on 3 rathtars at once with an empty ion blaster?”

“It was awful, I’m surprised the idiot’s still alive.” She smiled back at him. Cassian came up behind them grumbling about how it wasn’t an ion blaster and it wasn’t empty. The three of them continued to discuss the details of their last mission as they walked to the conference room to give Mon Mothma information they’d gathered on their supply run.

“Andor.” You muttered as you saw the team arrive. “Do you have the mission report?” The captain stared at you silently, his team mates unable to decipher his expression. He looked almost angry but there was a hint of despair in his eyes when he looked at you. He continued to stare, not replying back.

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anonymous asked:

Oh oh oh! How about an add on for the ask about MC actually getting kidnapped? Like how would they react when they finally find her after some time has passed? (Up to you how much time!) :)

I knew someone would request this! I tried to make it into a happy ending :)
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-It’s been two weeks since you went missing and nobody has heard from Yoosung.
-He was wallowing in self pity, feeling ashamed of himself for letting himself mourn, when his phone interrupted him.
-He ignored it like all of the other calls he’s gotten, but he listens to the voicemail. It’s Saeyoung.
-“Yoosung, listen. They found _____. They’re being taken to the hospital. They’re alive, Yoosung. Please, come to the hospital. I’ll send you the address.”
-He can’t breathe.
-I swear to god if this is a prank I will kill you. His phone buzzes. It was a text from Saeyoung with the hospital’s address as well as what room you were in.
-He had the address, but he still didn’t believe you were really back. He had to see you with his own eyes.
-So, he rushes to the hospital and goes straight to the room Saeyoung said you’d be in.
-Yoosung opens the door eagerly, hoping you were really in there. The first thing he sees when he looks in the room is you, laying in your bed with a slightly surprised expression.
-“_____!” he screams and runs to you. He wraps his arms around you and cries into your shoulder. He tries not to hold you too tightly- he doesn’t know if you’re hurt- but he clings to you like you’ll disappear again if he lets go.
-As he sobs, he whispers “I love you so much” and “I missed you so much” over and over again.
-He doesn’t let you out of his sight for at least another month. He’s so scared of losing you again and he is going to be the man he wants to be for you if it’s the last thing he does.

-It’s been three weeks without you. Zen can’t function anymore.
-He finds it impossible to get out of bed in the morning without you beside him, if he could even sleep in the first place. Hell, he finds it impossible to do anything without knowing where you are.
-Saeyoung and the rest of the RFA were working hard to figure out where you are and comfort Zen in the meantime.
-Eventually, Saeyoung picked up on a lead to where you could be. He immediately contacted Jumin to send out someone to check it out.
-You were eventually found and taken to a hospital so they could examine you for any injuries.
-When Jumin called him and told him, Zen actually started to cry. He was so relieved, he was in disbelief. He thanked Jumin over and over again. Jumin gave him the hospital address and Zen runs there. He feels like driving would take too long, he has to see you right now.
-When he gets there and sees you laying in a hospital bed, his knees give out.
-You’re really here. You’re really back. You’re safe, alive.
-He moves to your side and brushes hair out of your face.
-“Zen?” you asked in a quiet voice.
-Your voice… he missed it so much.
-“Yes… I’m right here, prince/ss. I’ll never leave your side again. I promise you, you’ll be safe with me from now on. I’ll protect you. I missed you so much… I love you, and I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you before.”

-It’s been two weeks. Jaehee was still a wreck.
-She was working and working at her desk in the middle of the night, not even blinking, when her phone rang.
-She was about to ignore it when she saw it was Jumin. He must have another assignment, she thought. When she answered, however, Jumin was speaking quickly. One thing stuck out.
-“They’ve found ____.”
-Jaehee immediately stood from her desk and demanded he tell her where you are. Jumin says they’ve taken you to a hospital to get you checked out.
-She runs to her car and speeds to the address he gave her. Luckily, she wasn’t pulled over and got to the hospital quickly.
-She was given your room number and ran to it.
-I can finally see you again.
-She knew they would find you. She knew you’d be safe. She’s glad she ignored everyone telling her you were gone.
-There you were, lying in a hospital bed. You looked weak and a bit beat up, but you were alive. Jaehee has never heard a more comforting sound than the rhythmic beep of the heart rate monitor beside you.
-Breathlessly, she called out your name before walking to your side. Your hands felt cold in hers, but she was so relieved.
-You smiled up at her. “I missed you.”
-Your words, your smile sent Jaehee to tears.
-You’re back. She’ll make sure to keep this from happening again. She’ll protect you forever.
-She accepts those vacations Jumin had offered her to give herself time to forgive herself for letting this happen to you.

-Only three days passed before they found you. Jumin lost his mind. A dark expression never left his features. He ordered multiple search parties to scour every inch of town to find you, and also had Luciel look for clues as to where to search next. It was unimaginably expensive, but that was no issue.
-Jumin couldn’t sleep the two days you were gone and he didn’t even try. He didn’t eat either. Any time he was alone, he was in tears. Everything was so cold.
-He got a phone call from one of the teams sent to find you telling him that you’ve been found and are on your way to a hospital.
-Jumin has never left his penthouse faster in his life.
-Driver Kim immediately drove him to the hospital, no questions asked, as fast as he could.
-Jumin practically jumped out of the car when they pulled up to the hospital. He ran to your room, the entire time his mind raced with you. He stumbled a bit as he ran because the only thing he could think of was finally seeing you safe. It had only been a few days thanks to the search parties, but to him, it felt like years.
-Then he finally reached your room and he stopped. He caught his breath and composed himself before quietly, carefully opening the door.
-There you were, sitting in the hospital bed. You were bruised and shaken up, but other than that, you were okay.
-“…Love?” Jumin called to you.
-You gave him a faint smile. You were still a bit too shocked to speak, but Jumin didn’t mind. He slowly walked over to you and held your hand.
-“I missed you… I thought I had lost you forever…”
-You rubbed your thumb across his hand and whispered. “Thank you for saving me, Jumin.”
-After this whole incident, Jumin becomes even more overprotective. It leads to a few arguments down the road, and eventually he loosens up your tightened security. He does make sure you are always under someone’s protection at all times, but only because he is so terrified of you being taken away from him. This time, forever.

-Sixteen days. He hasn’t slept, not even blinked. The only rest he’s gotten is when his body collapses from exhaustion. Even when he wakes up from those episodes, he curses himself for resting before you were rescued. These days have consisted only of searching for you using whatever means possible.
-But finally, he found a lead. He had a clue as to where you are.
-He immediately went into the chat for the first time in weeks. Everyone freaked out at his sudden appearance but he ignored everyone. Instead he sent “I think I found where _____ is. Can any of you help me get her?”
-Jumin offered to send out reinforcements to find the place and look for you.
-He thanks him and asks him to call him to discuss details, then leaves the chat as quickly as he came.
-Jumin and him talk on the phone and Jumin arranges for large teams of people to set and and find where Saeyoung’s clue leads to. Saeyoung waits by his front door eagerly waiting for Jumin to call him and tell him you’ve been rescued.
-He spends three hours by him door waiting before he receives a text from Jumin reading “They found her.”
-He immediately began crying. You were safe. That’s the best news he’s heard in his life.
-Jumin gives him the address to visit you in the hospital you were taken to, but Saeyoung insists he shouldn’t go. He’s too dangerous.
-Jumin basically tells him to stop being stupid and go to you. You need him and it’s ridiculous for him to stay away from you because he thinks he’s dangerous.
-With lots of convincing, Saeyoung runs to his car and speeds to you.
-When he sees you laying in your hospital bed, you looked so tired and weak. His heart broke.
-He quietly sits next to you and takes your hand. “I missed you…” he whispered.
-You turned and looked at him with a smile. “I love you.”
-He tears up again. “I love you too. I swear on my life I will protect you forever. I won’t let this happen again. I promise you.”

-The team Jumin sent to find you did their job quickly thanks to V’s information on Mint Eye. Only a few hours after he found out you were gone, you were found and taken to a hospital. Mint Eye was also “taken care of,” as Jumin put it.
-V was about to delete the messenger app when Jumin called him.
-“V, you’re not really leaving the RFA, are you?”
-“I have to. That was the condition to get _____ back. I don’t deserve to be a part of the organization anymore. Not after what I’ve done.”
-“V, I-”
-“Jumin, what happened to Rika? And Saeran?”
-“…We have them both. They’re okay and they’ll receive help. But, V, listen-”
-“I have to go, Jumin.”
-“Don’t leave the RFA.”
-V was silent.
-“V, you have to stay in the organization. The other members and I talked about it and we want you to stay. You’re important to us so you have to stay.
-”…Jumin, I can’t-“
-“You owe it to us.”
-It makes him stop and think. After lying to the RFA for so long, he really does owe it to them to listen to their orders. Reluctantly, he obeys.
-V goes to visit you in the hospital too. He wanted to run to you the second they found you but he didn’t feel like he deserved it. After talking with Jumin, he changed his mind.
-V rushes to the hospital and quickly finds your room. You looked completely unharmed, but shaken.
-V quietly makes his way over to you and inquires if you are alright.
-”I was so scared…” you said. He rubs your hand gently.
-“You don’t have to be scared. You’re safe now. I’m so sorry for letting this happen. I’m so, so sorry. I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for all that I’ve done to you and the RFA. I’m sorry. I won’t let that happen again. Nothing bad will happen again.”

(Avengers x Reader): No one is alone

Request: Hey! I really loved the idea where your the voice of the avengers, do you think you could do one with a similar story except one day they go on a mission and suddenly it’s a new voice? The avengers would realize and question what happened. Since they don’t know who you are they can’t exactly ask you or look for you & that the new voice refuses to tell them while on the job. You can make it reader x anyone & make the reason why they’re not on the job. Also I love your work, you’re amazing! ❤️❤️

(A/N): Okay,,, so I fell in love with this request, so thank you so much! (also, this is similar premise to my bruce x reader fic but a separate story line)

“Okay team, is everyone in their places?” A unfamiliar, detached voice asks in the team’s ears.

Everyone froze at the sound of a different voice. They were used to the sound of a voice in their ear pieces, but they had gotten used to a very specific voice, the voice of (Y/N). She’s their mission control and in a weird way, their rock.

“Wait, you’re not (Y/N).” Tony said, voice the thoughts of the group.

“I’m well aware of that,” The voice replied, slightly exacerbated.

“But (Y/N) is always in charge of planning our missions.” Vision explains to the voice.

The can hear the voice sigh before she speaks again, “Well, she’s not here anymore.”

The whole team share fervent glances unsure of what to think as their minds all go to different scenarios of what may have happened to (Y/N). Was she hurt, sick, dead?

“Why? What happened to her? Is she okay?” Steve asks in rapid succession.

“I can’t talk to you about it… at least not while we’re all supposed to be working.” The voice replies.

“The moment that this mission is done you are going to tell us what happened to her.” Natasha tells the voice before turning back to the rest of the team, “Let’s get this over with.”

The mission was tense. Everyone was on edge and trying to get everything done as quickly as possible and everyone was silent and without (Y/N)’s usual small talk to fill their ears the mission had a bizarre eeriness to it.

“Please, tell us what happened to (Y/N),” Clint says once the team is all back on the base. They’re exhausted from their mission, but they can’t be kept waiting any longer.

“I don’t know.” The voice replies after a moment

“You-” Natasha starts, ready to release hell and fury on this woman.

“But,” The voice cuts in, “I know who would. (Y/N) mostly kept to herself here, but she was close with Agent Carter. I would go ask her.”

And with that the team raced off to find Sharon Carter and find the answers to all their questions

“Sharon,” Steve says, greeting her as he walks up to her desk.

Sharon looks up and smiles at Steve, “Hey, what can I help…all of you with?” She asks as the rest of the teams trails into her office behind Steve.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Natasha asks, always one for efficiency.

“What?” Sharon asks, not sure if she heard Natasha correctly.

Natasha clenches her fists as closes her eyes before Clint puts a hand on her shoulder and interjects himself, “What happened to her? Where is she? Why did she leave?” He asks.

“(Y/N)’s just taking some time off. Her sister and brother-in-law passed away so she’s taking care of arrangements for the funeral.” Sharon answers, trying to keep it as surface level as possible.

“And why would no one just tell us that?” Tony asks, visibly shaken and upset, “We thought she was dead or something!”

Sharon shrugs, “I guess she didn’t think you would care. She thought you guys were too busy to worry with that stuff.”

The team heads up to one of the empty hangers, unsure of what to do with themselves in light of this news.

“We should go, go to the funeral, and check in on her.” Steve says finally, taking leadership of the team and deciding they need to do the right thing because (Y/N) is their friend.

You were torn up. Your sister had been your best friend when you were kids. You’d done everything together. And now she was gone, and you were alone. A car crash, of all things, is what ended her life and took away what little you had left of your life.

You were sitting on the floor of your old childhood bedroom, flipping through old photos when you heard a soft knocking at your door. You quickly wipe at your eyes, expecting to see one of your sister’s friends only to discover that Steve Rogers is standing in your doorway.

“Hey,” He says softly, “I would ask how you are, but I know it’s a stupid question.”

“What are you doing here?” You ask, “How did you find out?”

“Sharon told us what happened, (Y/N), we’re so sorry.” Steve says.

“We?” You ask, there’s no way that the whole team could have found out, or even cared.

“The whole team, we were all so worried…the rest of them are down stairs.” Steve tells you.

You stand up and slowly walk over to Steve, still having a hard time processing the fact that he’s in your parent’s house, before enveloping him in a tight hug as tears start to stream down your face.

After taking a moment to regain your composure again you head down to the dining room where you see the team all sitting and standing around.

“Um…hi.” You say, greeting the team softly.

“(Y/N)!” Wanda cried before walking up to you and embracing you in a tight hug.

“Hey, Wanda,” You reply into her shoulder.

Once she lets go of you you turn to face the entire group, “Why are you here? You didn’t need to come.” You tell them.

Clint clears his throat before answering you, “We care about you,” He tells you, “Besides, you’re doing this funeral all by yourself and we want to help you.”

“It’s fine, really.” You says dismissively, not wanting to burden them with your problems.

“Too bad.” Tony replies with a slight smirk.

“We’re your friends, we’re here for you,” Steve adds as he slings his arm over your shoulder, “You’re not alone.”

“Irresistible” Chapter 5 Dean Winchester x Reader

Words: 2,886

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Language, smut, oral sex (fem. receiving), fluff, gun use, threats of being shot, angst

a/n: omg im sorry it took me forever to get this chapter out but ITS WORTH IT I PROMISE

ch. 1  ch. 2   ch. 3  ch. 4  

“Oh my, fuck,” You moan out, tangling your hands in Dean’s hair as he moves his tongue up and down your clit.

“Dean, yes,” You start to roll your hips. Dean grabs on to your thighs to hold you down, flicking his tongue at a faster pace. You can feel the familiar heat rising up in your lower area, indicating that your orgasm is near. You bring your hand up to your breasts, playing with your nipple as Dean now enters two fingers inside of you as well.

The pleasure is almost too much to handle. He really knows what he is doing.

“I’m coming, oh god, yes,” You yell out, and release yourself over him. Dean gets up from between your thighs, a smile plastered on his face.

“I will never get tired of this.” Dean smirks, bringing himself up on top of you.

It’s only seven in the morning, but Dean recently has been waking you up more often than not quite pleasurably. Whether it be sex or him eating you out like you’re candy, mornings have proven to be amazing with this man.

Lately, Dean’s been staying at your house while he was in town, which was not very often anymore. He basically moved in- he even has a key to the house and extra clothes for when he stays over. He’s been extremely busy with work lately, so anytime he had at home, he spent it with you. Whether that be at your house, or out going on dates, you’re spending almost all of your time together.

You love him, you know this. Who couldn’t love this man? He’s perfect in every way possible. He’s treated you better than any man has ever treated you before. You know there are things about his past that he is keeping from you, but you know that it’s for a reason. Ever since that talk you two had a few months ago, you haven’t brought it up since. He’ll tell you whenever he is ready.

“Don’t go to work today.” Dean breathes out, lying down next to you in bed. His hand is playing with your hair, and his other hand was rubbing circles on your stomach.

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fineillsignup  asked:

Ok another thing that would be funny for the singing songs soulmate AU would be a (future) age gap couple. Imagine a tiny baby that suddenly starts belting out "🎵SHORTY GOT DEM APPLE BOTTOM JEANS🎵"

“Part two! And the older person thought they didn’t have a soulmate… until their soulmate is a toddler and suddenly they’re singing “Itsy Bitsy Spider” and they’re like OH NO”

I hope you know that the following is all your fault. I regret nothing. 


Reconnaissance missions were so boring. His skills could be used for so many more important things. He was a top notch assassin, an incredible tracker, one of the best battle captains, even a decent infiltrator despite his distinctive looks. And yet what had the Hokage assigned him to for an entire month? To sit out of sight and do nothing but stare at a bunch of very boring old people. Kakashi wondered what the client could possibly want with having a group of merchants spied on. What could be gained from this? So far the most interesting thing he had learned was that two of them suffered chronic indigestion. 

He had tried to talk the Sandaime out of it, of course. Kakashi would never shirk his duty when it was important but he had no problems with delegating it to someone else when it wasn’t. The Sandaime has shaken his head and murmured some bull crap about sending a special team. Apparently he was one of the last few ANBU who had no soulmate and were therefore the best for missions like this where silence was a necessity. Wonderful. He hadn’t know that his lack of a soulmate could piss him off even more

Tonight had been just as boring as every night for the last two weeks had been. Kakashi picked at the bark on the branch he was lying on, flicking the pieces out in to the air to flutter down among the leaves below. His two teammates, Hawk and Badger, were lounging on nearby trees in similar states of boredom. Hawk had given up on reconnaissance entirely and pulled out the trashy romance novel Kakashi had loaned her. Badger was busily carving something in to the branch he was resting on. 

The group of merchants were only a hundred or so yards to the East, laughing loudly together while they ate their dinner. The civilian muscle men that served as their guards had set up a laughable perimeter that Kakashi and his two subordinates had cheerfully passed over top of.

Just as he was thinking about pulling out his ration pellets and having his own dinner Kakashi’s throat began to tickle. He frowned and hummed low, relieving the sensation without making enough noise to get caught. The tickle came back immediately and he hummed again. Could he be getting sick? He thought drinking some water might help so he shifted forward a little to retrieve his canteen from down by his feet. 

His fingers were only halfway there when his mouth stretched open of its own accord and out came the most mortifying sounds he had ever made. 


Kakashi sat absolutely still, speechless with shock, as Hawk and Badger both swiveled to give him incredulous looks from behind their masks. Down below, the merchants had gone silent. 


Kakashi clapped a hand over his mouth but it did little more than slightly muffle his voice as he continued belting at the top of his lungs.


Hurried footsteps sounded as the civilian guards rushed through the trees trying to find whoever was hiding themselves and singing children’s nursery rhymes. Kakashi brought his other hand up and held them both as tightly to his mouth as he could, face burning in mortification. From behind his fingers his voice could still be heard finishing the song and beginning again. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to leap for joy or die in shame. 

He’d thought he didn’t have a soulmate. But why now? What was going on? Why were they singing kiddie songs while he was on a reconnaissance mission? He was so embarrassed he almost wanted to cry but at seventeen years old he certainly had better control of himself than that.

His teammates barely bothered to cover their laughter as they divided their attention between the hastily retreating targets and their red-faced team leader, waiting for instructions on how to proceed. They had been discovered so secrecy was a moot point from here on out. Not to mention Kakashi was apparently a risk now to bring along as a spy. 

After a few minutes of blessed silence Kakashi lowered his hands to tell his team they might as well head home with the barely-even-information they had already gathered. The moment he finished speaking he felt that tickle again. His eyes widened but he didn’t have time to stop it. 


As Hawk and Badger burst out laughing, unable to resist this time, Kakashi turned and fled. 

It took forty minutes for him to finally stop spouting random snatches of song.

Panic Attack

Fandom: The Flash

Pairing: Cisco Ramon x Reader (platonic or couple, up to you)

Summary: Can I request a Cisco imagine where the reader has a panic attack and he calms them down? (Anon request)

Takes place during the alien invasion crossover. Reader is a meta with ability to grow and manipulate plants.

Originally posted by briarsrosie

            The teams were still planning and trying to figure out the next step when you slipped outside. It probably wasn’t the best idea to be out alone when you were in the middle of an invasion, but you couldn’t stand around any longer. The small bubble resting in your chest since this whole thing started had grown into a small anvil pressing into your lungs. No amount of planning and talking had settled the trembling hands or made the fake smiles genuine. Finally, you excused yourself for some air.

           There was an alcove off to the side of the building made up of pallets and crates. It was surrounded by weeds and a climbing ivy that was readying for its winter’s sleep. The minute you plopped down, the ivy wrapped grew and reached toward you, wrapping a small vine over your shoulder. Other weeds and vines struggled to grow out of their season and touch you, as if feeling your overwhelming emotions and wanting to comfort you.

           “I’m alright,” your smile was dangerously wobbly. “Go back into your sleep.” Most of the plants hesitated before reluctantly listening. While they wanted desperately to comfort you, it was getting closer to first hard frost. If they wanted to grow again in spring, then they needed to be pulling back into their roots for sleep. The only plant that refused was the ivy. Instead of pulling back, it sent out small tendrils, wrapping itself around you in a featherlight hug. You weren’t alright, it told you through your plant power. It would stay until you were.

           Carefully pulling your knees to your chest, you rested your head on your knees, remembering why you had stepped out. The alien invasion scared you. This was way above anything you had gone up against since joining Team Flash. You were a plant meta that worked in a florist’s shop. The entire invasion had thrown you out of your depth. It was only now that you allowed yourself to sink into the panic, despair, and frustration of your anxiety attack.

           “(Y/N)?” You jumped at the soft, familiar voice, unaware that anyone was looking for you. You thought no one noticed you leaving. But there was Cisco, slowly kneeling in front of you. He was inspecting the small ivy that had stretched and wrapped your arms, legs, shoulders, torso in comforting embrace. It was even blooming some sort of flower, its scent calming your emotions. “I saw you come out here but when you didn’t come back, I came looking.” His voice was gentle and steady, though you could hear the worry.

           “I needed air,” you whispered, surprised at the roughness in your voice. It was only now you realized you had been crying. The thought spurred another round of tears, the reason for it too close and too raw. “I don’t think I can do this, Cisco.”

           “Do what?” he asked, alarmed. “(Y/N), you can talk to me.”

           “This hero thing. I don’t think I can do it. I don’t think I can be a hero.”

           “What are you talking about?”

           “I’m a plant meta, Cisco. I work with plants, I have a greenhouse on top of my roof, I work in a freaking florist’s shop for crying out loud! I’m not a fighter, Cisco! I nearly froze when I went up against that meta last week and I allowed Kara and the others to become evil! I’m not made for stopping next week’s bad guy or the next world-ending event! I just…I don’t think I can do this!” At some point, you had begun hyperventilating as the tears choked and clogged at your throat.

           “Hey, hey, hey,” Cisco murmured gently, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. You gripped his jacket, hands shaking as you tried to breathe. Pressing his forehead against yours, he took an exaggerated breath. “Breathe with me, (Y/N),” he coached. “Come on, breathe.” It was hard at first, tears and raw emotion threatening to pull you back into the panic attack still spiraling at your center, but eventually you started following his slow breathing. “Slow breaths, there you go.”

           When you pulled away, he pulled his jacket off himself and wrapped it around your shoulders. You hadn’t realized how late it was and now the temperature had dropped several degrees. Winter would be coming early, some of the plants commented as they huddled back into themselves. Only the ivy was still being mulish, keeping itself wrapped around you. After placing his jacket around you, he wrapped his arms around you again in a hug. “I’m not a fighter, Cisco,” you repeated, calmer but still emotional.

           “You don’t have to be, (Y/N). We have enough fighters. But we only have one of you. You’re the only person I know who can make even the weakest plant flourish. You’re the only I know who will actually argue with an unruly bush, convince a rose to not prick you with its thorns, and console a shy bud into bloom.” He pulled back, meeting your teary eyes with his and wiped the fresh tears away with his thumbs. “Who was the one who kept King Shark from attacking us last year? You used the seaweed and the other underwater plants to capture him. You saved Jesse when she went up against Top. You saved me after Dante died. If it hadn’t been for you, I would have lost my damn mind. You don’t have to be a fighter, but you are a hero, in your own way. You’re my hero.”

           You gasped, tears streaming down your face again as he spoke. He had a few tears falling as well. You were his best friend; his heart was breaking seeing you so vulnerable. You reached up this time and hugged him tightly. “I’m scared, Cisco.” Despite him calming your panic attack, there was still the lingering fear that was weighing on you. You felt him kiss the side of your head and nod.

           “I’m scared too. This invasion is way above our pay grade. Honestly, I don’t think superheroes are supposed to deal with alien invasions until well after the big team-up has been established.” You giggled at his geek reference. “But we’ve got a lot of good people in our corner. We’ll stop this invasion together.” After a few more moments, he felt you start to shiver from the cool air. At the same time, you both heard Caitlyn and Harry calling for you.

           “Come on, let’s head back inside. The team might’ve come up with something.” Thanking the little ivy and urging it to go back to sleep, you let Cisco help you up. “Is it going to be okay?” He had noticed the ivy had fully shaken off its pre-hibernation sleep and fully blossomed in trying to console you. If it didn’t get back to sleep soon, the frost would end up killing it.

           “I saw a container I could probably put it in for now. The soil doesn’t have a lot of good food and the weeds are choking it out,” you replied, stroking the plant. “I’ll ask Caitlyn if she could pick up some soil during the next food run.” Cisco nodded as you turned towards him.

           Walking back to the warehouse, arms wrapped around each other, you thought about what Cisco had told you. You were still terrified about the invasion and what would happen next, but you weren’t alone either. You had your friends and your team facing it down beside you. Most importantly, you had Cisco. Whatever happened, he would be there.

           Without thinking, you kissed his cheek. Blushing, he raised his eyebrow at you. “Thank you, Cisco,” you whispered. “You’re my hero too.”

Kiss The Bride {Ashton Irwin Smut}

RATING: Smut, people.

As a result of reaching another hundred followers, here’s an Ashton one-shot! Requests are open! 😊


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A Warm Diana: Chapter 1 “Hot Vs. Cold

A/N: This will mostly be about how Akko sees Diana, her speculation about this Warm side of the Cold Cavendish. Set after episode 19/20. Please Enjoy~

A Warm Diana Chapter 1: Hot Vs. Cold


If you had asked Kagari Atsuko of her first impressions of a certain Diana Cavendish, she would have answered many things.

All her past encounters and interactions with the girl could only formulate negative feelings in her, stirred up jealousy and many other evil emotions that she’d rather not associate with the said girl now that they understood each other a little better compared to before.

But still, for the sake of peace of mind to settle this matter, regrettably, and quite hurtfully did she do her best to remember how awful she had thought of the heiress before.

It sort of pained her to think of the girl this way, but it was true after all, that she only chose to view surface personalities rather than digging a little deeper, something she had done a bit too late.

Snotty, bratty, stuck up, but still, amazing. She’d say, with emotions that started with annoyance that faded into gentle, but often times denied awe.

If you’d ask her how she thought of the blonde now, however, after all that’s happened, after what they went through, after Diana Cavendish had left the academy, How Atsuko had given chase, how it made her desperately need Diana to go back without knowing why she was so desperate; after everything they went through, saving each other, giving up something important for each other, sharing secret pasts, acknowledging one another and knowing their goals and dreams… after all this, Kagari Atsuko knew not how to respond to the question ‘What do you think of Diana Cavendish?’.

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Here Comes the Boom

Title: Here Comes the Boom - Kidge Week 2017 Day 6 Prompt Fill
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Pairing: Keidge
Summary: Pidge and Keith get assigned to save a hostage and it doesn’t go quite as planned.
Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more.
AN: This went totally different than I planned but it still turned out kinda cute.

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A Cat, a Fox, and a Bee walk into a Bakery 25

@philosophy-and-coffee Happy Birthday!

Marinette blushed a little, still unused to public displays of affection as Alya threaded her fingers through her own.  Marinette gently squeezed Alya’s hand, then glanced past her girlfriend to where Nino was leaning against Alya’s other shoulder, gently running his fingers through her hair.  Out of the entire group, Alya had the thickest and softest hair, and it was an absolute delight to run your hands through it, as they all had discovered.

Not that Alya minded, and in fact she was letting out a warm, content hum at the soft affection. Marinette chuckled as she lifted Alya’s hand and pressed a soft kiss to her palm.  She had to admit, there were worse ways to pass the time waiting for Adrien and Chloe than cuddling on a bench.

“Is Adrien here yet?” Marinette looked up and gave Chloe a welcoming smile as she approached, tailed by one of her ever-present bodyguards that she had to put up with outside of school and being suited up.  One of her main complaints during ‘bitch night’ was how much of a pain it was to ditch them during akuma attacks.

“Not yet.” Marinette obligingly leaned up for a kiss, and Chloe flushed and glanced around before giving her a swift peck.

“Hey, now, you can do better than that,” Alya purred, reaching up and tugging Chloe down for her own kiss.

Marinette smiled at seeing Chloe melt into the kiss, then tensed up at an unknown voice behind her.

“How about you throw one of those over here, sweet cheeks?”

The four all turned at the same time to find a group of six guys a couple years older than them standing there.  A couple looked uncomfortable, but the rest were smirking lewdly.

“I wouldn’t mind getting some kisses from all three of them,” Another said, a different voice from the one that had started the taunting, pale and gangly with greasy brown hair.  He smirked and pointed at Nino.  “Hey bro, do they all go at you at once?  Lucky son of a bitch.”

Nino’s jaw dropped, too shocked to respond.  Chloe, on the other hand, had no such problems.  “Why don’t you come over here and say that to Alejandro?”

Marinette glanced over to see that Chloe’s bodyguard had moved closer to the bench and was talking softly into his phone.  With the sunglasses she couldn’t see his eyes, but his face was angled directly at the group.

“What, need your big bad bodyguard to protect you?” The first voice again, this one from a guy even bigger than the second, light haired and heavier than his gangly friend. Marinette had to join Alya in grabbing onto Chloe as the blonde balled her fists and looked the exact same way that Queen Bee did right before an akuma was tossed through a building.  Not into, through.  “I wonder if he joins in.  I bet he’s done all of you girls befo-“

“That. Is. Enough.” A low voice growled behind the group. Marinette had been so focused on the guys that she hadn’t been paying attention to what was going on behind them, and was nearly as shocked as they were to spot the Gorilla looming over them all, cracking his knuckles.

Marinette wasn’t sure she had ever heard him speak before, but she had gone up against akuma that were less terrifying.

“Now.  You are going to apologize to the young gentleman and the young ladies, and then you are going to explain to the nice policeman why you felt the need to harass them,” he snarled, somehow managing to loom even more.

“Shit, run!” One of them shouted.  Right then Marinette found out what Alejandro had been up to, as the guys made it perhaps ten meters before running right into a pair of police officers, one of them Sabrina’s father.

Adrien used the distraction to come and hug all of them.  “Are you all okay?  When Alain and I saw what was going on, we hurried up, but…”

“We’re fine.” Alya reassured him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.  “Though Chloe was all ready to transform and fight all six of them.”

Chloe was still shaking, taking deep breaths and glaring at the group that was currently trying to protest against the two bodyguards and two police officers that it was all a misunderstanding.  “If I ever see them being chased by an akuma, I’m not saving their asses.”

Adrien opened his mouth to argue, then thought better of it.  “… Yeah, I don’t think I would, either.”

Marinette knew that she should probably argue that point, but right then she was a little too shaken up to feel up to it.  “Let’s just give our report and catch our movie, okay guys?”

Giving all of their reports had taken longer than they thought it would, so they ended up missing the movie time they had planned.  Since the next time wasn’t for over an hour, Nino led the way to a little mom-and-pop Moroccan diner he knew of, and they all crammed into a corner booth together to eat.  Marinette was finally able to relax as she ended up between Adrien and Chloe on one side of the booth, Alya and Nino on the other as Nino coached Chloe through the pronunciation of the dishes and explained what was in each one.  Still, it wasn’t until they were all safely in the movie theater, laughing at jokes and teaming up with Nino in trying to stop Adrien, Alya, and Chloe’s popcorn throwing contest that the last of the chill inside left.

Fated to you

Originally posted by merelala

Imagine:  Imagine Elliot Stabler finding his soulmate after his divorce is finalized when your name appears one morning wrapped around his wrist in your handwriting, only to find you under his nose as the newest member of SVU. (Soulmate AU)

Warnings:  Alternate Universe, Angst and Fluff

Pairings:  Elliot Stabler x Reader

Word count:  1,863 words

Reader gender:  Female

Author:  Ilariya_Lavoro

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This is it. Failsafe. The episode that broke us all in the span of twenty-five minutes. The episode that changed everything in the Spitfire ship forever. The episode that mind fucked us all because it was so much more intense than a “someone-is-actually-dreaming” scenario. The episode that showed us that nothing good ever happens in the Arctic in Young Justice. A fan favorite. A glorious roller coaster of feels. 


Some people said that, in hindsight they should have known something was up because there was a distinct lack of time-stamp at the beginning of the episode. And while that’s true, what sort of time-stamp could possibly be used for outer space like that? It opens near the moon in outer space, there’s not exactly a sense of time or place out there, they couldn’t have time-stamped it. However, I suppose they could have time-stamped after that. (but I think we all knew something more than meets the eye was going on when the JL members seemingly got vaporized… we just didn’t know WHAT. And it was glorious)

That rather silent ass shot of the alien ship floating into view is so cool. Like, silent, impending doom approaching in the cold dark that is space. 

John Stewart! <3

CASUALTIES, WE HAVE THE FIRST CASUALTIES. (man I love how you can see their fucking skeletons as they disintegrate. And I know that sounds really fucking morbid but I’m just appreciating the level of detail and, frankly, the darkness of it. That’s pretty fucked up and I love the stuff YJ was able to get away with.)

I like how J’onn, Atom, Supey, and Marvel were just waiting in the fucking launch bay of Batman’s jet like they’re living missiles or something. “FULL DEFENSES DEPLOY. FIRE ZE MISSILES!” 


Batman’s like “THEY GOT ME? THEY ACTUALLY GOT ME? WHAT THE FUCK I AM BATMAN I DON’T GET GOT.” (also every time I watch this and Batman gets ejected from his vaporized ship, for a split second I always think he’s floating in open space in just a goddamn pilot’s chair instead of an enclosed pod, and I’m like what the fuck Batman you can’t survive that kind of– oh, wait, nope. He’s in a pod.) (like I know he’s Batman but I can’t imagine space being so scared of him that it decides NOT to instantly suffocate him in it’s vacuum, ya know? “Oh shit sorry Batman, sir, didn’t realize it was you, I’ll just make sure you have plenty of air, sir. Pardon me, sir.”)


Oh, wait, they DID show a time-stamp once it gets to Red Tornado and the Team watching on the screens. So that really wasn’t any kind of giveaway, imo; in that regard, things are going pretty normally, tbh.

“But should we fail, the responsibility falls to you.” But, you know, no pressure. We’re just the entire fucking Justice League, full of power houses that are older and stronger than most of you because we have more experience, so if we die you’re actually rather fucked, but hey! Give it the ole’ college try, as they say, okay? (I’m not actually shitting on the Team here, I lava them to bits and they’re capable, I’m just being a little shit. Because as capable as the Team is, that’s STILL the ENTIRE Justice League and holy shit, that’s intense)


Okay, so when I started watching Young Justice, my knowledge of the Flash fam was next to nothing (that seems so funny in hindsight, because now I love them to bits and learn as much as I can about them). So I had no idea that Iris was married to the Flash, so I didn’t get why everyone thought this scene with Iris and Flash was so sad. But now I KNOW and it’s just heartbreaking to watch! Like, holy shit. Iris had to act like she doesn’t know who he is, and then he gets fucking vaporized and she’s just– UGH KILL ME. THIS EPISODE IS AWFUL BUT IN A GOOD WAY.


I like that you can see the wing bones on Hawkgirl and Hawkman.


Whelp. Good-bye Justice League.

Nothing out of place here.

“So what are we waiting for, a theme song?” No, we already did that, Conner, get with the times.

Okay when Robin highlights all the aliens on the map, the way all the red splotches look kind of reminds me of Plague Inc. (Robin totally plays Plague Inc. Probably Wally, too. They’re diabolical little shits that destroy the entire world every single time. Ruthlessly, without mercy!)

“Yeah, break it down, build more! Hit those ugly aliens with their own mojo! Ow!” “Martian and Kryptonian in the house.” (Wally stop pretending it actually hurts when Artemis elbows you, you know you just like that she’s touching you/standing close to you, don’t even lie)

“Not that all aliens are automatically ugly.” Nice save, Wally.

I suppose the Arctic is the best place to build a Fortress of Solitude, considering no one in their right mind would come out there willingly unless they’re a fucking climate scientist or something. Or a penguin. (Superman befriends penguins don’t tell me otherwise)

Gotta love the snow stealth outfits! <3


You’d think Conner would have heard that, too. Poor Wolf, sacrificed himself for his grumpy daddy. :(

You can tell that the death of Wolf jars them, for sure, but it’s not enough to cause Megan to take control of the scenario and make them forget it’s all real. I think that was kind of an interesting thing there, that when Wolf dies it’s the first time we see them get at least mildly shaken, but they’re able to shrug it off and keep going because, well… yeah.


(I’m so cruel, why do I have this screenshot? Oh yeah, SO I CAN HURT PEOPLE, MWAHAHAHAHAHA– and myself *cries*)


I remember, there were some people trying to claim that Miss M influenced Wally into being so upset about Artemis dying, and that is the biggest crock of shit. M’gann didn’t make anyone FEEL anything, all she did was make them forget. SHE forgot and they were all connected to her, so they forgot, too. and anyway, by that goddamn logic, don’t you think the rest of the Team would have been screaming and crying and swearing vengeance just as hard as Wally? Because if M’gann was making Wally feel that way, it would be affecting the other’s too. They all care about Artemis and they all mourned her, but M’gann and Wally took it the hardest, because Artemis is M’gann’s fucking earth sister and Wally fucking loves Artemis and doesn’t even realize it, and now she’s fucking GONE. (anyway I’m moving on, you’re wrong, good-bye)

Can we just appreciate Kaldur’s anger and how he just like… pwns the fuck out of that ship like a boss? I always thought those were some pretty sweet moves, especially the icicle spikes. Katara would be proud of your waterbender mastery, Kaldur. 

God, Wally’s voice. The way he says that, that’s the kind of like… that kind of uncontrollable emotion, like, you’re feeling something so goddamn deeply that you can’t even keep a lid on it, you can’t sort it out, and it’s just roiling right underneath the surface. Like, Wally just hasn’t even fully processed what the fuck just happened, all he knows is that Artemis was there, and now she’s gone, and there’s something twisting in his stomach and all he can see is red at that moment, because those stupid fucking aliens took her away from him, and he wasn’t even fast enough to try and save her, and why did she have to be so fucking stupid and sacrifice herself like that? “They’re dead! Every single alien, if it’s the last thing I do!” He’s fucking pissed. If he hated those aliens before, it’s nothing compared to raw fucking hatred burning through him after they take Artemis. He only wanted to stop them before, now he wants to make sure every single one of them dies the same way Artemis just did. (intense emotions!Wally is the greatest thing ever. He’s so much more faceted than just being a clown/goofball, and people tend to forget that sometimes, maybe even me)

Then they’re on the Bioship and Wally is still fuming, he’s still hurting, and seeing her empty seat in front of him isn’t helping anything. And there’s probably a god awful ache in his chest where her sarcasm and banter used to be and he feels more empty than he ever thought he could just because she isn’t there, she’s not there and she’s not coming back because he saw her bones in the snow, and why wasn’t he fast enough? And I love the way he just loses it and screams and beats the consoles with his fists; I love that raw explosion of emotion, like, he can’t even speak, all he can do is just scream because everything hurts and nothing’s right anymore and he just wants her back because he needs her there, he needs her elbow digging into his side and he needs her sassy remarks and he needs her not letting him get away with nothing, and he needs that chance back. That chance for something with her that he barely even understands, but he just knows it’s gone now, the chance is lost, and he’ll never get to find out what it was. 

Go away, Eiling, you piece of shit. We all know your game.

“We will help you salvage as many of the alien’s cannons as we can.” Uh, what good would that do? I mean, the Bioship was able to integrate it into her systems, but what the fuck is the military going to do with detached cannons? what could they possibly attach them to to use them? Or would they simply try to drive one of the alien ships? (idk)

“They’re really gone…” 

And now Wally begins grasping at straws. Just sitting there listening to the convo, and then his scientific brain starts reeling, and his heart starts thumping a little bit because hello, Wally! Teleportation! (nevermind the fact that you saw their bones

“I knew it, look! It’s giving off Zeta beams! The same stuff that powers our Zeta tubes, t-this thing doesn’t disintegrate, it teleports! Artemis is alive!” He sounds so fucking ridiculously happy, oh my god it hurts me. He’s like, 100% convinced there’s a chance that she’s alive, that she’s waiting somewhere for him them, that they’ll find her and she’ll snark about them taking so long and he’ll run at her and hug her and then make some lame excuse for it after he puts her down. Like, there’s this balloon of happiness and relief expanding in his chest because she’s actually alive somewhere, all they have to do is find her, and oh god he wants to find her, he needs to see her again so that he knows for sure, something solid and tangible. 

“Maybe…” “No ‘maybes’, they’re all alive!” He’s grasping at it so hard that he won’t even give Robin the chance to puncture a hole in it. He’s desperate. He needs her to be okay. There’s no other option, because the only other outcome is that she really is gone, and he can’t fucking handle that, he can’t even fucking fathom that idea; she can’t be gone, she’s a spitfire, his spitfire. So he latches onto the idea of Zeta radiation with all of his heart and that’s the only thing that keeps him going for the rest of the episode. And Robin knows it, so that’s why he uses it.

Kaldur and Conner aren’t convinced either. Only Wally and M’gann are optimistic/desperate enough to believe it. Oh god, can I please just hug them both until they can’t breathe? Precious bbys.

“That… didn’t feel like…” Teleportation. T_T

Kid Flash starts to help and Kaldur’s just like NOT TODAY! And shoves him through. 

Conner jumping into the Zeta tube instead of just walking seriously reminds me of how in World of Warcraft there’s an inexplicable need to jump INTO the dungeon instance portals rather than just walk straight into them. XD

Good-bye, Kaldur. :(

I love how Happy Harbor bay near Mount Justice is somehow completely untouched by the alien invasion. Wat?

“If we really believe the aliens are teleporting their victims.” “We do!” Oh, Wally, baby…

“Worst case, he’s teleported inside, and we set him free along with Artemis. And uh, Aqualad, and everyone.” God, he’s so concerned about seeing Artemis again that he literally doesn’t even give two shits about anyone else. They’re safe, they’re all safe, but the only one that matters is Artemis. 

“HUZZAH!” Damnit, Alfred! XD



“No, my mind is clearer now, the disintegration beam is exactly that. There is no detention facility, no prisoners to rescue. Our mission holds no purpose.” “No! You’re wrong! The Zeta radiation proves she’s alive, she’s–!” “Stop it, KF! I’ve been scanning for League and Team signals since we got inside. They’re not here. Artemis is gone.” 

Wally is so fucking desperate and you can hear it in his voice. I feel like maybe a small, logical part of his mind, somewhere deep in the back, he knew that the beams weren’t teleporters. But he was so goddamn desperate for her to be okay that he latched onto it anyway and made himself believe it as hard as he could, told himself that he would see her again if he just kept trucking through. Robin knew that was the only thing keeping Wally going, too, without being wreckless or useless, and so he used that to his advantage. It’s part of the many things that make him say “I don’t want to be the Batman, anymore.” in Disordered. He hated fueling Wally’s false hope, but he had to.

And then I think maybe Wally goes back to anger. But it’s a defeated kind of anger, like, he can’t fucking take this shit anymore. She’s gone, but maybe she wasn’t, but now she really is. His emotions have been yanked all over the place and beaten to a pulp and now all he wants to do is blow this ship up and everything inside of it. He swore before that he would destroy every single alien, and now that’s what he intends to do. It won’t bring her back, nothing will, but maybe he can get some kind of revenge for her.

“You knew. You knew from the beginning why we were really here.”

^ That is the face of a boy that has been defeated. Istg. Wow. Okay. Fuck you, Failsafe.

“16 seconds and counting.” It’s always 16 seconds. 16 seconds and counting, 16 seconds til ceasing… ffs! XD I think I hate the number 16 because of Young Justice. 

“We’ll follow as soon as we blow those doors.” Right. Wally and Dick never had any intentions of leaving that ship. Goddamn that tears me up. Holy shit NO. WHY. STOP SACRIFICING YOURSELVES OH MY GOD THESE POOR CHILDREN, NO FUCKING WONDER THEY NEED LIKE TWO FUCKING WEEKS AND PROBABLY MORE OF THERAPY!

And they’re not even scared about it. They just look at each other and nod. Because there’s literally nothing fucking left for either of them. This is their last fight, they’ve done all they can do.

And Wally literally thought, as he died in that fiery explosion, that he the last thing he ever did was destroy every single alien. He went out thinking he had blown their entire fucking armada up with Dick. And that probably gave both of them some kind of piece right before they went, too. (my shipper heart is telling me his last thought was of Artemis, too, considering how much he mentions her throughout this episode)


Goddamn, that part where J’onn STABS M’gann is like the most intense shit. Actually, this whole fucking episode is hardcore as shit, but like, he STABS her! Like, you see him use his fist but if you look at her back you can see it come to a FUCKING POINT, LIKE, HE MORPHED HIS HAND INTO A POINT AS HE WAS PUNCHING HER, SO THAT HE ACTUALLY WINDED UP STABBING HER. HOLY SHIT.


That huge gasp of air as if she’s coming up from the water, or, you know, WAKING FROM A GODDAMN NIGHTMARE SIMULATION OR SOMETHING.

“Exercise?” God… jesus FUCK, they’re all so confused. 

“But all that changed, when Artemis died.”



battle of the blades au

Laurent was beginning to think that Damen either hated him or loved him. It was hard to tell for certain, because the look that existed in Damen’s eyes after Laurent made him redo the step sequence or told him to balance himself more on his pick or yelled ‘no, do it again and do it better’ after every single - probably acceptable - jump was one of steely resolution. It seemed like Damen wanted to win this competition as much as Laurent did, except that he had none of the same reasons, so it really came down to  where his motivations lied. Either he was determined for determination’s sake and was therefore willing to put up with Laurent’s brutality…  or he was doing it for Laurent himself.

Laurent didn’t really care so long as the effort was there.

“Sometimes I think you’re trying to kill me,” Damen said as he recovered from the latest bout of Laurent’s insatisfaction.

“Sometimes I think you would actually push yourself to that point just to complete this program.”

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Surrealism Pt. 6// Spencer Reid

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 7/Part 8

Spencer was sound asleep underneath his blankets after what had been a long day. The night was a cold one, the fall’s crisp breeze swaying the curtains by the open window. He slept peacefully, without dreams and without nightmares.

It was soon after when she rolled in through his window, as soundless as she was trained to be, and gently laid next to him. She stayed silent for a moment as she took in his features; his strong jawline, the slight upturn of his nose, the long eyelashes that fluttered just above the dark circles beneath his eyes that were a permanent feature on his face no mat how much sleep he got. He was beautiful, and he was hers, if only for a moment.

“Hey,” she whispered softly as she carefully stroked his face. His eyes opened slowly, instantly recognizing her scent, a mix of Vanilla and flowers. His arm wrapped around her, his body unconsciously begging to touch her skin.

“Hey. What are you doing here so late?” He mumbled half asleep.

“I just needed to see you,” she replied quietly. He nodded, pulling her in closer and absentmindedly wrapping the blanket around her. Lexi clung onto his body, a desperate need to be beside him filling every inch of her.

“Kinda tight there Lex,” Spencer teased although he squeezed her just as hard. She laughed lightly and placed her soft lips against his neck.

“Let’s just sleep ok?” She hummed as she hid her face in the crook of her neck, placing butterfly kisses against his skin. A content sigh rumbled against the back of his throat as he felt himself float back to sleep with her in his arms.

“What’s going on?” Spencer asked as he made his way into the office to find it crowded with federal agents from other divisions. Emily pulled him aside, leading him to their conference room. The rest of the team was already seated, waiting for Hotch’s arrival. Their superior was currently caught in what seemed to be an important conversation with men who’s posts were even higher than his.

“Daniel Rozwin was found dead in his apartment this morning,” JJ informed as she stood and grabbed the remote for the monitor. With a click of the button various pictures appeared on the screen. All were of Daniel Rozwin with his mouth foaming, his death caused by poison.

“Someone actually managed to kill a FBI section chief?” Emily asked in disbelief.

“Daniel Rozwin was always surrounded by security. Who would be capable of getting that close ?” Morgan asked in confusion. It was a disturbing thought to think that someone who was so well protected had met his end at the hands of an enemy.

“Lexi Kingston,” Hotch answered as he strode inside the room mid conversation with a grave look on his face.

Spencer froze at the mention of her name. No. Lexi wouldn’t do that. Not FBI agents. She knew the risks. And besides, she had climbed into his bed the night before. She wouldn’t have had the time.

“Are you sure?” Morgan asked as he noticed Reid had gone completely rigid and speechless.

“There’s video surveillance footage of her leaving his house around 10 pm last night,” Hotch replied as he motioned for Garcia to bring up the video. “She managed to knock out all the cameras but the one he had hidden in the tree of his front yard.”

And that’s when Spencer saw it. The beautiful woman he loved walking out of the home with a confidence that came with knowing you had done something successfully. She held no remorse on her face, only a fierce look of concentration as she stealthily made her exit.

He stared blankly at the monitor, careful to not let his face betray his emotions. It was like feeling everything and nothing all at once. One second he felt as if a roaring hurricane was hurling around his insides, and the next he felt numb. 10 pm. That was before she had climbed into his bed.

That’s why she had acted so strange. Spencer’s sleepy haze had obscured his thinking level at the time but he had still managed to notice the way she had clung tightly to him, her body slightly shaking against his in what he had assumed was due to the cold. Now he realized it wasn’t the freezing weather that had shaken her, it was what she had done.

He stayed silent as the team began to throw out facts about her last known locations, speculating of where they would find her. His immediate concern for the woman shot through him.

He stood from his seat and left without a word, causing his team to look at him with a mixture of worry and confusion. Spencer was never this quiet when it came to cases unless something was bothering him on an emotional level. Morgan was the one who followed him out, stopping him just outside on the steps of the building.

“Reid!” He called out as the young man came to a halt. He looked back at him with a blank look.

“I didn’t know,” he replied simply. He had made a point of avoiding any conversation about Lexi’s “career” with her, deciding that living in ignorance was what suited him best. It was what suited them best.

“I know,” Morgan replied. He had seen the way Spencer had instantly tensed at the mention of her name, and the raging emotions behind his eyes was enough to let him know that he had no part in the killing.

“Look, if you know where she is, you need to tell us.” Morgan stared at Spencer as he scowled at the ground.

“I don’t. We always meet at my place,” he replied bluntly. “Are you going to tell Hotch?”

“Kid, I don’t have a choice. An FBI section chief was just murdered in his own home and the only person who might be able to find his killer is you.”

“Her name is Lexi,” Spencer replied coldly. “She’s a person so don’t try and make her seem like an animal.”

“Are you kidding me? She just killed someone!” Morgan exclaimed incredulously.

“How many people have we killed Morgan?! Because I know I’ve shot my fair share of people and not all of them survived,” he spat harshly. “Tell Hotch. I’m gonna go find her.”

Spencer knew Lexi was in his home the minute he walked in. She sat on his couch, staring at the television that showed her face for everyone to see. She was in trouble and she wasn’t so sure she would be able to get out of it this time around.

“I didn’t have a choice,” she spoke softly as she felt him approach. He stared down at her, still dressed in last night’s outfit with her hair pulled back to show the exhaustion on her face.


“He threatened me,” she replied with a frown as she finally looked up to see him. She winced at the look he gave her, a look of betrayal and hurt.

“Who threatened you?” He asked, desperately trying to make sense of her reckless actions.

"I can’t say.”

“Lexi! The entire FBI is out looking for you right now!” he yelled. She grimaced at his volume and tone of voice.

“I know that!” she snapped back in frustration.

“You’ve been threatened before,” Spencer replied simply. “What makes this one so different?”

Lexi stayed silent as she stared at her palms. She couldn’t say more. Involving him with that side of her life was something she had never wanted to do. Spencer noticed her sudden retreat into herself and sat down next to her.

“Lexi, you can tell me,” he said softly as he wrapped his hand around hers.

“He threatened you. He knows about us,” she replied with a small quiver of her lips. “I don’t want to be the reason your life gets ruined.”

“He was going to kill me if you didn’t do the job?” Spencer asked as he attempted to tie the pieces together.

“No, you’re too important to him,” she replied bitterly. “But he would make your life difficult.”

“Wait, what do you mean I’m too important?” He questioned.

“I should go,” she replied, avoiding his question altogether. “I think I’ll head to California. I own a place by the beach where I can just lay low for a while.”

“You’re just leaving?” Spencer asked incredulously as he watched her tie her shoes back on.

“Spencer. If anyone sees us together they’ll come after you. I’ll come back once things have calmed down.”

“So that’s your plan? Ditch me to live by the ocean until they stop looking for you?”

Lexi sighed deeply, wrapping her arms tightly around Spencer. He was hurt and had every right to be, but she still loved him. He hesitantly returned the gesture before throwing aside his pride and embracing her tightly.

“I’m doing this to protect you. Please understand.” Her gaze met his in a silent plea. He nodded softly, understanding her need to escape.

“I love you,” he said as his voice cracked at the thought of her leaving. The way of the world was cruel, tearing lovers apart.

“I love you too,” she replied wholeheartedly. The two held on to each other a little longer, reluctant to let the other disappear.

Spencer felt completely overwhelmed with emotions as he crashed his lips against hers in a desperate need to convey just how much he adored her. She kissed back just as eagerly as she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist, Spencer leading them to the bedroom where he would take the last opportunity he had to make love to her.