the spies are not amused

For @seasless. 😘

On the left we have James (Harvey suggested the name, as a nod to Mike’s dad supposedly, but Mike suspects it was actually more to do with a certain awesome starship captain), but he usually goes by Jamie, and on the right we have Gordon (absolutely a nod to Harvey’s dad and one Mike was happy to consent to), who of course is immediately Gordy to almost every one from the day he’s born.

Jamie is boisterous and full of beans. He lives for Little League (Harvey coaches his team and swears he isn’t being biased when he says Jamie is the next Derek Jeter) and water pistol fights and when he’s older he will definitely be caught raiding the liquor cabinet. He’s also crazy about Donna and will develop a lifelong preference for redheads because of it.

Gordy is quieter, a little more reserved and shy until he really gets to know you. He loves reading and drawing and is definitely the musician in the family (he could make a living at it when he’s older, of that Harvey has no doubt, already mentally clearing space in his office for the first Grammy award which Gordy will obviously gift him with). He also loves helping Uncle Benjamin with his inventions, but he thinks his Uncle Louis is a little too obsessed with cats.

The boys (fraternal twins) are adopted and yet somehow Mike can’t help thinking that they’ve both inherited Harvey’s traits. His athleticism, competitiveness and playfulness in Jamie; his loyalty, warmth and love of music in Gordy. Harvey doesn’t say anything when Mike mentions this. He just smirks and his eyes twinkle in that way which shouldn’t still be so distracting to Mike after eight years of marriage and eight years of dancing round each other before that and Mike knows he agrees.

And yet they’re both just as surely Mike’s kids. They’re stubborn and bright, compassionate and empathetic, with hearts the size of Texas. And they can wrap Harvey round their little fingers.

And whether you chalk it up to nature or nurture, they’re both as into movies as their dads. Friday night is movie night in the Specter-Ross household. There’s nothing all four of them enjoy more than snuggling up on the huge couch Mike picked out when he and Harvey bought this house together, Mike insisting on decorating it like a proper family home and not some pristine, minimalist bachelor pad. Harvey rolled his eyes and grumbled, but he didn’t fool Mike for one second. This is the home he’s always craved too.

Of course, movie night wouldn’t be complete without snacks. Some nights there’s popcorn and chips and too much soda. Other nights there’s pizza (yes, the kind with cheese in the crust) and French fries and chocolate milk. But always there’s superhero pyjamas (and that’s not just the kids, much to Harvey’s never-ending amusement and fondness every time he spies Mike in those Spidey bottoms) and soft Henley’s (which, again, shouldn’t still be so distracting, but decidedly are) and sometimes an old Harvard t-shirt or sweatshirt (and seriously, Mike wonders, does Harvey have a guy in Boston supplying him with those things or something because they can’t all still be from his college days surely??).

They take it in turns choosing an age-appropriate movie so they each get one choice a month, and, honestly, if you’d told Harvey ten years ago that this would be his life, lazing on an overstuffed couch on a Friday night with Mike’s head a warm, welcome weight on his shoulder and a beautiful, perfect, beloved son curled up on each of their laps, popcorn strewn about the place from their food fight earlier and the latest Pixar behemoth on the box, he’d have said you were crazy. But now he just shakes his head in wonderment and counts his lucky stars, all the while wondering what the hell he did to deserve all this.

And while Lily may be a part of his life again, and a stellar grandmother to the boys, he sometimes still has to swallow a not insubstantial amount of anger when he looks at Mike and their two sons and can’t even begin to comprehend the idea of doing anything that would put him at risk of losing them, put him at risk of hurting them.

But then Mike smiles at him or Jamie throws himself into his arms demanding hugs or Gordy tugs on his sleeve and asks him to play Grandpa Gordon’s records again and the knot in his chest both eases and tightens at the same time as he lets go of the anger and love floods his system all over again.

And, really, there’s no other place any of them would rather be right now than here, together. Mike and Harvey aren’t stupid. They both know it won’t always be this way. All too soon they’ll be alone on Friday nights as friends and dates take their place, and later work commitments and maybe families of their own. But that’s all right too.

Sure, they’ll miss these nights together, but they’ll still have each other (and Jamie’s rings from winning the World Series multiple times, alongside Gordy’s platinum discs commemorating his several bestselling albums because no matter what Mike says about being realistic Harvey knows their boys are destined for greatness) and they’ll have the satisfaction of knowing they raised two good men.

Two good men who will never doubt how much they were loved and wanted, and who will carry both their names, and their fathers’ names, forward into the future and bring nothing but honour and respect to them, and to the two men who taught them the meaning of family and showed them what it means to love and be loved.

And in the meantime, they’ve still got ‘Ghostbusters’ and ‘The Goonies’, the Indiana Jones trilogy (yeah, both Mike and Harvey agree they’re stopping at the third one) and ‘The Princess Bride’ ahead of them to discover anew through bright, wide, innocent eyes that they couldn’t love any more than if they were born of their own flesh and blood.

Spy AU with a twist!

Jack discovered hockey on his own, he became an amazing player on his own merits and was drafted first without any drama by the Falconers.

He had some anxiety issues during his rookie year, but manage to get through them with the help of George/the team.

He’s one of the top players out there and things are going well for him when he falls in love and starts dating Bitty, their PR intern in charge of social media who is working during the summer before his final year at Samwell.

Their relationship starts slow, but they get serious about each other and Bitty moves in with Jack after he graduates and Jack comes out soon after.

Everything is perfect in Jack’s life, and he asks Bitty to marry him. He gets a yes of course and they happily set out to plan their wedding etc.

And that’s when Jack gets kidnapped.

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Alice was distracted reading, on the park. She wasn’t the type that keeps her eyes glued on kids when they are playing. Domie, her daughter was playing with the sand making a castle or something alone, but when the three years old little girl, run into a stranger thinking it was her mother, saying: “Mommy, look my castle!” She embraced the leg of the stranger, looking at her castle, pulling the shirt of the stranger to follow her. This is the time when Alice spied over her book to see her daughter.  She was very amused with what happening  (  she  noticed  that  domie didn’t notice it wasn’t her ) , but she stood up, going to talk to the stranger, holding the book under the arm… Dominique when looked up, noticing that wasn’t  her mother seeing, Alice approaching, she hides behind Alice.  "I’m so sorry about her. She’s just a kid..“ Well, she didn’t know if she bothered the person in front of her, but she wants to guarantee everything is okay.

anonymous asked:

Headanon: The RED and BLU Pyros switch suits every round because it amuses them to be better spies than the actual Spies, fooling both teams.

The Spies lowkey know but they let the Pyros have their fun with it


Fandom: OPM

Pairing: Saigenos (more like pre-saigenos)

Summary: Mumen gestures for Genos to voice out his dialogue and Genos squeezes his eyes shut, breath quickening just the slightest bit before he rips his eyes open, golden orbs completely focused on the task ahead. His lips part to form an O and he finally says it, his first dialogue of the show.


A/N: most definitely inspired by @cinensis‘s post ! In honour of the new English dubs :3 pointless fluff and crack, please enjoy! (set in AU)

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Fic: I don't think I love you (Thorin/Thranduil)

Summary: Prince Thranduil of the Woodland Realm promised himself to never love again. Thorin of Erebor promised himself to never need love. Both of them are different in all the ways you can imagine, and yet they are more alike that they care to admit.

When a political marriage force them to share their time with one another they will realize some promises are meant to be broken. 

Pairing: Thorin/ Thranduil - One-sided Thranduil/Bard 

AN: This story is Canon-divergent, but submerge in the world of Tolkien. It is different for what I’ve been doing lately and is my  try to political marriage and hate/love interactions. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18 - Chapter 19 - Chapter 20 - Chapter 21

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ohmypreciousgirl  asked:

Oliver decides to take a leap and woo Felicity, so she can accept to go on a date during Valentine's day, but she's completely oblivious of his interest. Diggle just stand there, laughing at Oliver's failures.

Well, this turned into a FLUFF MONSTER, that’s for sure! It was only supposed to be a drabble, but it turned into a full blown one-shot. I regret nothing.

Be Mine

Three times Oliver asks Felicity to be his Valentine and the one time she say yes.


Valentine’s Day is less than a week away. Felicity has already made it abundantly clear that she’s got no one to spend it with and will most likely be staying home with an expensive bottle of wine and a gallon of mint chip ice cream while everyone else is out and about enjoying their couple-y things. She doesn’t sound resentful of all the lovers out there, but Oliver senses she isn’t happy that she’s spending another year alone all because of the double life she leads as his assistant and IT specialist.

He’s been wanting to ask her out for ages now. It’s been over three years since she joined the team, and those three years have been less than stellar due to his idiocy for not seeing what was right in front of him in the first place. Although, he has to admit, with every failure, they seem to grow stronger as friends,

He vows not to make her wait any longer. She’s become more than his friend or his partner. She’s become someone he adores and wants to spend more than just work time with. They’ve done a few things outside of work, like dinner or a movie night here and there, but Felicity would always sit as far away from him as possible.

Oliver doesn’t blame her. He understands where her weariness comes from. After all, he’s made a complete and total mess out of his love life ever since he came back from the island. Helena, McKenna, Laurel, Isabel and Sara are among the names on his “what the hell was I thinking?” list.

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For the Girl Who Has Everything (1/2)

Summary: A dangerous, parasitic creature traps Emma in a fantasy life in The Enchanted Forest where there was no curse, while Killian and Henry try desperately to save her before she’s lost to the fantasy forever.

A/N: Okay, I posted this on Sunday, but pulled it after it was apparent that everyone was focused on the premiere/Vancouver con. Anyways, I’ve always always wanted this sort of premise to be the series finale of OUAT, where Emma falls into a fantasy where the curse was never cast, so when I watched the episode of Supergirl by the same title, I knew that I had to write a similar story for Emma.

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For the Girl Who Has Everything

Emma swam slowly to consciousness, snuggled tight in the fluffy comforter that blanketed her and Killian’s king size bed. Eyes still closed, she stretched out a hand behind her, seeking him out, but was instead met with chilly sheets. Pouting, she opened her eyes to find herself alone, her handsome pirate nowhere to be found. Instead, she found a piece of paper lying on his pillow, and she recognized his loopy penmanship instantly. Curious, she pulled it towards her, lips curling up as she read his words.


Happy birthday, love. You looked so peaceful sleeping, I hadn’t the heart to wake you. Henry and I have absconded early to run a few last minute errands for your day, so you have the morning to yourself. Downstairs on the kitchen table you will find a few tokens of felicitations from around the community. As for myself, I look forward to properly wishing you a happy birthday when I return; in fact, I shall hardly think of anything else.

All my love,


Emma smirked at his underlining of the word ‘properly’, and imagined one spine-tingling kiss that probably would not be appropriate for Henry’s eyes.

She clutched the paper to her chest, thinking about how different this birthday would be from the one she’d had 6 years ago, blowing out a candle alone in her sparse apartment, wishing for the family she’d never had. In the years that followed, she’d sometimes thought about what it would have been like to grow up in the Enchanted Forest with her parents, what kind of life she’d have lead, what her birthdays there would have consisted of: a big ball thrown in her honor, no doubt, with a triple-tiered cake with lots of candles and her parents beside her urging her to make a wish.  

Emma smiled wistfully. She hadn’t thought about those fantasies in a while, but it was sometimes fun to let her imagination run wild a bit. Next year’s birthday would be even more different, she realized, laying her hand across her still flat stomach.

Yesterday, after a few consecutive mornings of ending up on her knees in the bathroom throwing up her breakfast, she’d finally taken a pregnancy test, and if the little pink plus sign was any indication, she was pregnant again. At first Emma had been terrified, feeling like that 17-year-old girl in the jail cell again, but then she realized how irrational she was being. She had everything that 17-year-old girl hadn’t; parents who believed in her, the greatest son in the world, and a man who was constantly coming up with new ways to show her how much he loved her.

She and Killian had been through so much, had fought so hard for a future that had seemed impossible at times. Tonight, she would finally tell Killian the good news and she knew he would be just as happy and excited as she was.

Stretching happily, Emma spied the clock on her bedside table, it’s red numbers reading 10:14. Even if it was her birthday, she probably shouldn’t just lay in bed all morning, no matter how appealing the idea.

She went about her usual morning routine, showering and making the bed neatly so she didn’t get scolded by her ridiculously meticulous pirate. When she made it downstairs, the house was still quiet, a sign that her boys were still out and about. On the kitchen counter there was a box of bear claws with a note that said, “Happy birthday, Mom!” and she grinned before happily digging in, thankful that her favorite breakfast food agreed with her stomach today.

She had a mouth full of bear claw when she noticed the pile of presents Killian had mentioned on the table. Emma picked through it, shaking her head in amused exasperation when she spied a Doctoberfest cup amongst the collection. Most of the presents were cards from various townspeople, and Emma read them all with a fond smile on her face.

A relatively large black box tied with a thick white ribbon sat amongst the pile and Emma eyed it skeptically, hoping Jefferson hadn’t given her another strange top hat like he did last year. She shook the box experimentally. Whatever was inside was definitely heavier than a hat, she determined. Frowning slightly, Emma untied the ribbon and popped open the top, and suddenly had to duck as something came springing out.

“What the hell?” she exclaimed, looking wildly around for the thing or creature that had come from the box. She could hear it making a mess of her living room judging by the shattering of glass that sounded like her side table lamp. She cautiously inched into her living room, hands raised, ready to blast the thing with her magic, when the noises suddenly stopped.

Emma’s eyes darted from side to side, but there was no movement. A sudden tingling on the back of her neck prompted her to turn around, but it was too late. The creature was on her in an instant, wrapping its tentacles around her body, and the last thing she saw before she hit the ground was the black box lying on its side next to the kitchen table. Then, there was only darkness.

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