u can talk abt discourse w/o bein like “asexuality isnt real its not an important label xD” like… i get cishet aces can be Obnoxious but asexuality is a complicated & personal label to a lot of people & its absolutely a real thing
one of the many reasons I love got7 so much is even though they’re close to each other they don’t have to fake their friendships and they don’t hide the fact that they don’t get along with each other sometimes
anyways remember in s3 when emma did the whole flirty “you couldnt handle it” line and then killian dumbass jones thought he was bein real clever by saying “maybe YOU couldnt handle it” (CleverTM & SuaveTM ComebacksTM) but then emma surprise made out with him and he stood there for ten mcfreaking minutes afterwards staring into space and contemplating the fact that he was certifiably the wrongest he’d ever been in his whole life and also Screwed
I honestly cannot believe Karen and Ika both made the Final 4 and I could not be anymore happy of proud of them. So many people had their prediction lists as both of them pre-jury and honestly that seemed likely. But they came, they saw, and they fuckin conquered.
Intro: So this was going to be a part of my colour drabbles, but I felt it was more Jim than Bones, and the request was for Bones so I decided to save it for later.
I have had this in my drafts for like a week and half and I just think it’s cute and fluffy and just read it if you wanna. Hopefully it will make you smile.
OH and this was also the one I asked for help with with a suggestion for a fake SOS call because I thought I’d need to add it in there, but I guess not lol. Sorry! I’ll use those ideas for another fic.
Pairing: Jim x reader
Word Count: 1108
Summary: Jim calls an SOS in the middle of the night and has a surprise for the reader. Just fluff.
You were sound asleep when a message came through on your PADD, and somehow you woke up to the soft ‘ping’.
You snatched up your PADD on the side of your bed and squinted at the bright screen in the dark room. The message was from Jim and read only three letters, but those three simple letters sent electricity up your spine.
You sprung up from your bed, throwing the covers off, adrenaline pumping through your system as you threw on your slippers and the first robe you could find, which just happened to be Jim’s. SOS was your code word, in a sense, that let each other know that something was wrong and they needed the other.
You sprinted down through the hallway, searching the hallways, even peeking in the Bridge first. Skirting down the halls you reached his room and quickly typed the code to get in, sliding the door open and you pushed into the room. For a second you thought the room was on fire as you searched around, and you weren’t entirely wrong. There were candles everywhere, creating an ambiance of flame and warmth, and there, sitting on the bed, was Jim, grinning.
“Hey, babe.” He said, the nonchalance in his voice so shockingly different from the adrenaline in your veins that you almost couldn’t comprehend it.
“A-are you okay? You sent SOS, did something happen are you-” You spluttered but stopped when Jim started chuckling.
“You look like you just went through a wind-tunnel.” Jim laughed and you balled your fists up at your sides.
“If you called me here just to make fun of me I am going to be furious.”
“No, no, Y/N, come sit.” Jim smiled up at you and when you didn’t move he stood and sauntered towards you.
“I thought you were hurt or something, Jim.” You gasped, and felt the urge to wriggle out of his grasp when his hands fell around your waist.
“I’m sorry, babe, I didn’t mean to scare you.” His breath tickled your hair, “But it was pretty funny watchin' you run around like a chicken with you head cut off on the security cameras.”
Now you groaned and tried to push him away from you, your hands on his chest causing him to lose his balance and you thought you’d succeeded until you felt yourself falling with him, one of his arms still wrapped around your waist. You landed on top of him on the bed, nearly smacking your forehead onto his.
“You’re an asshole, you know that?” You growled, trying to peel yourself off of him, but his arms held you fast to his chest.