#it took so long to get it close to my ✨vision✨ but i’m happy with it!!!!

[vakarianshepard]

Oh, we can light a fire to warm our bones, yeah

This world is much too cold to sleep alone

Happy N7◢ day!

Last year I had just finished the trilogy for the first time around N7 day, so I didn't do anything for it. Several more playthroughs and sooooo many hours thinking about Garrus later, I wanted to try to make something special for today! So here's my attempt at an edit and i never want to look at canva again it was actually pretty fun so I might attempt cooler stuff in the future :)

Background by Clarisse Meyer on Unsplash Quote by Atticus

[letarasstuff]

Hypothetically Sick

(A/N): This one sat in my drafts for over a month, I started it before the request came, bc it was inspired by me, getting hypothetical sick during finals

Summary: Spencer's daughter is trying to hide her cold while studying for her finals. How long will it take for him to find out?

Warnings: Mentions of medications, don't overwork yourselves, it's never worth it!

Wordcount: 1.4k

✨Masterlist✨ _________________________________________

Being an overachiever and unable to admit to yourself that you need a break is not a good mix. And still, (Y/N) tries to power through it.

What is she even trying to “power through”? Well, she caught the common cold in the middle of her finals and the preparation for those finals.

Or as she tells herself: “I’m only hypothetically sick. If I was to be sick, I would tell Dad and take a break. But I’m not, so everything is fine.” As she says that, she slowly sips ginger tea from her favorite mug (an R2-D2 print) and sniffles, all the while her eyes are glued to the flashcards in front of her.

Being stuck in a tunnel vision of deep concentration, she doesn’t hear the front door open and close again. Or the footsteps coming into her direction. It takes a loud knocking at the door to get her out of her focus.

“(Y/N)? May I come in?” Spencer asks his daughter with excitement in his voice. In a moment of panic, because the teen definitely is planning on keeping her hypothetical cold from him, she downs the hot tea and cramps everything that can be associated with sickness under her bed. After that she quickly throws her blanket over it, hiding the gap.

“Yes!” She answers finally, trying to keep the gruff out of her voice. Immediately Spencer opens the door, his smile so big, it would be a circle if he didn't have any ears.

“Look what I found!” He exclaims and sits down next to his daughter on the floor, practically throwing the book he had in his hands into her lap. Before (Y/N) is able to cast a glance onto it, the father explains his emotions.

“It’s the book you told me about and I finally found it! We had a bit of spare time before the jet was ready to fly back to DC so I went to this little book store I had been eyeing for a while. While I cluelessly looked around, it practically sprung onto me! I immediately checked it out and the person at the register told me it’s a really good read. I’m so happy I found it there, because my next step would have been an online search, because you seemed so intrigued by this book and you are studying so hard that I wanted to find something that will make you happ-”

His sentence is cut off by (Y/N) throwing herself into his arms. “Thank you,” She sniffles into the crook of his neck. “You don’t know how much I needed this.” With a concerning look on his face, which the teen obviously can’t see, Spencer pets her back.

“You are welcome, Sweetheart. How does a break sound? I’m sure you took the majority of the day to study. Maybe we can go to the park and have a little picnic and read our books? Doesn’t this sound amazing?” His overly fake enthusiasm is something that reminds him from the time (Y/N) was still a toddler and Spencer had to try and make certain foods sound like they are the best thing you can taste on earth. Just like him, his daughter turned out to be a picky eater.

She looks down at the books and notes strewn over her bedroom floor, seemingly calculating on how long of a break she is able to take. This is what it looks like to Spencer at least.

In reality (Y/N) is unsure if she is able to hide her hypothetical cold from her father, if they do something together for more than ten minutes. You can only so long suppress a cough, trust her, she tried in class the other day. In the end the teacher sent her outside to get some fresh air, because her head turned bright red.

“Uhm, Dad. Actually, can we do that as a little celebratory thing when I’m done with all of this? After the finals?” At that moment she feels her throat closing up again, a tell-tale sign for another cough attack.

Spencer is too engrossed in trying to persuade her to go with him. He knows how much of a workaholic his child is. This is why he needs to watch over her in times like these, when school is extra demanding, with even more care. Overworking yourself isn’t fun. Especially Spencer knows that.

So he puts on his best puppy dog eyes. “Sweetheart, please consider it again. We have nice breezy weather. Not too hot that you’ll sweat, not too cold that you need more than a light jacket. And-and we can make a cool fruit basket and get those candies you like so much. We can read together and tell each other about our books.”

This whole offer does sound like heaven. Spending some good quality time with her father is something the teen has been craving for a bit now. But this cold and the continuous sleep deprivation she has taken herself under in order to get more study time in has worn (Y/N) down. Also, not only her throat is closing up, her nose starts to tickle too. On top of that it seems like Spencer finally starts to see through her facade.

“Really Dad,” She croaks out, “I don’t feel like going out today. Maybe we can do this another time. I can finish up here and we can watch a movie or do something else.” (Y/N) hopes to be able to catch some sleep while watching anything with her father and be able to do another study session after that, being more rested and all.

The father raises his eyebrows, having taken the time in that his daughter spoke and observed the way she is holding herself. Without any explanation he presses his lips onto her forehead. Reading this as a form of showing his affection, (Y/N) leans into his touch. After pulling away, Spencer looks at her with an expression of mixed emotions.

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you just tell me that you are sick? You are practically burning alive! Were you scared that I would start hovering again or did- You did it because you don’t want me to make you stop doing this and start looking after yourself, didn’t you?” His head jerks into the direction of all the school material laying on the floor.

Sheepishly she looks down onto her hands. “I just want to do well on my finals. They count into my final grades. Also, I told myself I’m only hypothetically sick.” He takes her hands, making her look up at him. “Sweetheart, you can always retake a final. But you usually don’t get a second try at your own health. You need to learn to prioritize it. And if not for your sake, do it for your father’s. I don’t want to worry about you, when something like this can be easily avoided.” She nods shyly, knowing that trying to keep a facade up makes him more worried than being actually sick.

A sneeze attack ends the little moment the two had between them. “Ok, let’s get you situated on the couch. Then I’ll fetch your mug and medicine from under the bed and make you a new cup of tea and give you something stronger and more fitting for your hypothetical symptoms,.” Spencer helps her get up before gathering her blanket and pillow.

“How do you know about the stuff under my bed?” (Y/N) croaks out while slowly making her way to the living room with her father in tow.

Spencer smiles softly at her, tucking his daughter in after she lays down on the couch. “Sweetheart, I may get old, but I’m your father and a profiler. Reading you is something I have had to do since you were born.” The teen mumbles something that sounds like a “fair enough” while turning the tv on.

A couple minutes later the small family has cozied up on the couch, working on the watch list they curated together for occasions like this.

Being bundled up like that, in the arms of her father, it doesn’t take (Y/N) long to drift off. And Spencer also doesn’t need much longer until he follows her into dreamland.

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Taglist: 

All works:

@dindjarinsspouse @venomsvl @jswessie187 @kneelforloki @ssa-uglywhore27

Criminal Minds:

@averyhotchner @mggsprettygirl @herecomesthewriterwitch @ash19871962 @ellyhotchner @thefandomchoosesthewizard

General Spencer Reid:

@twofacesoftheworldbutnotsome @raythefaye

[najatheangel]

𝐏𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

pairing: Lee Felix x reader

now playing: honey I'm good by andy grammar

genre: fluff

summary: Felix finally surprises you with the puppy all along and decides to take care of it with you together.

[3:15 pm] “Hey y/n time to get up! You were supposed to meet Felix at the park hours ago. What’s taking you so long to get ready?”

Your older sister banged on your door ready to drop you off since she had plans in like 30 min to meet her friends at their house, but you took an extra hour trying to fix your hair and makeup.

“Sis I swear I’m almost done, I just have to put on this lipgloss and then I’m ready to roll. Plus the park is only 5 min away from here so we’ll be alright”

Five minutes later, you finally opened the door and walked out in your cute white daisy crop top, high waist shorts, and white a1’s your mom has bought you last Christmas.

You’ve even added an extra touch to wear the matching couple heart necklace that Felix was also secretly wearing.

“You look, wow. He’s definitely going to be speechless that’s for sure.” The two of you high five each other and walked out the door ready to drive to the park.

…

As soon as you pulled up with your sister, Felix ran up to the car more than excited to see you arrive at the park.

You slide the car door open blowing a kiss goodbye at your older sister and waving her off.

“So sorry I was late honey, now we should get going shall we?”

Felix smirks and comes behind you to cover your eyes. “I’ve got something to show you, so keep your eyes closed for a few minutes, okay?”

You start to feel nervous, not sure what to expect from Felix's surprise gift he’s brought you, but you trusted him and proceeded to follow his direction.

Noise in the background starts to pick up as you walk further in the park until you start hearing barking which leaves you more alert than before.

“Felix, I hope you didn’t take me to the woods to feed me to the wild animals. Lemme open my eyes!”

He starts laughing at you panicking and says “Okay okay, love here look down once you open your eyes.”

He slowly lets his hands go and once you start to have a vision, you look down and see a small (puppy of your choice) jumping on your legs happy to finally meet you.

“Felix, you really shouldn’t have. I can’t believe we finally got our baby pup.” You pick the puppy up and snuggle your head on him feeling loved.

“You know I had to, you wouldn’t stop pestering me about since we’ve started dating. Now what should we name him?” Felix asks you with sparkles in his eyes.

“Hmm, well how about Lucky. I have a feeling he’s going to be our good luck charm and plus he’s bringing us closer together.”

Felix nods in agreement and kisses you on the cheek. “You have no idea how adorable you two are. More so you. Let’s take Lucky on his first walk with his parents.”

“Yes let’s go you guys.” You link arms with Felix and put the leash on Lucky’s shiny blue-collar ready to go.

It was simply a good day to spend time with the best boyfriend in the world and your new adopted child together and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

I've always wanted to write a scenario like this so I hoped you guys enjoyed it! Felix and puppies are my guilty pleasure!

taglist: @cinamonmina @soleilsuhh @kpopsnowball @himitsu-luna @bigbrainenergytingz @purplepsycho03 (remember send me an ask if you want to get added or removed from the taglist. ✨)

[youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms]

It’s You

🌈-Fluff

⛈-Angst

🌧-Both

✨-Series

☁️-Undecided/I don’t freaking know

⚡️🔥-Triggering Possible

🌟-Headcanon

Word Count:780

Warning: Um...a nightmare and language

Dialogue list

Main Masterlist

MCU Masterlist

3-“You’re the only one who makes me feel this way. I don’t know if I should be excited or scared that you have that control over me.” 6-“I hate myself for loving you.” 45-“Stay.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at her friends. She never did understand why they did this. Go around and try to discover their secrets. I mean, it was a group of 4 assassins (including herself), 2 men over 100 years old (one being an assassin), two grown geniuses, a child genius, a robot, a weird girl, 2 men who are only powerful because suits, Loki and Thor and 2 literal gods.

The only good things that came out of this was Wanda and Vision admitting they were together, Bucky and Natasha admitting they hooked up once, Bucky and Steve admitting they hooked up once in the 40s, Clint and Natasha admitting they hooked up not long after meeting, Steve and Tony admitting they almost hooked up once, and Natasha and Steve finally admitting they liked each other. Other than that nothing good had happened. Of course someone, definitely not Sam, did make a joke that Steve can get everyone/thing.

“Yes, I have had sex with a member of a band, but I won’t say who.” Natasha looked around the room and smirked at Loki, “How about you Loki? Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“Is it true that you like someone on the team?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss the cutest person in this room.”

“I hate this game.”

“Doth the god Loki have a crush? As thee dodged thy’s question. Thy prove thee guilty”

“Nat, your Shakespearean sucks ass. The real thing would be ‘Doth the god Loki has't a crusheth? As thee checked at mine own questioneth. I proveth thee guilty.’”

“One, I didn’t ask for your opinion Y/N. Two, how the fuck do you know this?”

“Just because you didn’t ask doesn’t mean I won’t give it. And I took an Shakespearean class in college.”

"Rude and cool.”

“I know.” She looked at Loki, “But she isn’t wrong, you did dodge her question which makes you guilty of the question. But hey, obviously we aren’t gonna get it out of you so Ima go up to my room.” She stood up and brushed off her clothes, “I’ll see you guys later.”

She walked down the hallway and opened her bedroom door, closing it back when she got in. She was happy to finally get a moment of peace. Her head was raging. “F.R.I.D.A.Y.? Can you turn the lights off in my room?”

“Turning of now.”

“Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y..”

“Of course.”

She grabbed her pillow and hugged it, soon feeling the comfort of sleep following.

Y/N ran throughout the compound, trying to find anyone. Just like every other time she goes to sleep. Stopping in one of the living rooms of the compound. The tall and intimidating black haired man standing there. “Loki?”

He slowly turned around, “Milady, you’re back.”

“Loki, what’s going on.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Didn’t mean to what?”

She shot up as she felt a cold hand on her shoulder. She looked around quickly and calmed down when she saw the dimly lit face of Loki. “Is everything alright, milady?”

“Y-yeah, just a nightmare.”

“Would you like to talk about it?”

She sighed, “No, it’s stupid. I mean, I’ve never done this with any other silly crushes. I have these nightmares of them doing...something, but I always wake up before I find out.”

She watched as, what she could see of, his fell slightly. “The person you like?”

“Yeah, I mean, they the only person who makes me feel this way and I hate myself for loving them because of it.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Actually, I better get going, I promised Thor I would help him with something.” 

He got up and began to walk out. “Please don’t.”

“Why? Why don’t I leave you alone to think about this person.”

“Why do you care?” When he didn’t say anything. She began to think and connected the dots. “Stay.”

“I really should-”

“It’s you! You’re the guy! Whenever I’m around you I feel safe and secure. When I’m around you, I forget about you. You’re the only one who makes me feel this way. I don’t know if I should be excited or scared that you have that control over me. And...and I hate myself for loving you because out it.”

“Why do you hate yourself because of that?”

“Because I thought you would never like a mortal like me.”

He walked over to her, grabbed her shirt, pulled her to him, and kissed her as if he was dying. When he pulled away he spoke, “Ironic that I hate myself for loving you because I know, one day, I will loose you.”

She smiled, “Well, that’s not comin anytime soon.”

“Good.” He kissed her again.