hope we did this right

Junilypso 🌸🌺
  • they’re Soft Girlfriends™
  • calypso loves wandering around Camp Half-blood’s woods; she knows it’s dangerous but iT’S SO bEauTiFUL
  • it’s such a different atmosphere from Ogygia, calming but in a rougher, wilder way
  • she finds it fascinating
  • the nature spirits are a bit moody in general, but calypso gets to know a dryad in particular who’s very sweet
  • she starts packing picnics for them to share
  • picture this: lying on the grass, staring up at the sky
  • cUDDLING on the grass, staring into each other’s eyes
  • hair braiding becomes a regular activity
  • they both constantly have flowers in their hair
  • juniper is a much better kisser than leo lma o (sorry bud)
  • calypso regularly appears back from the woods a blushing mEss, with grass stains all over her clothes
  • leo teases her ENDLESsly about it
  • “and to think I brought you here so you could have sex with some tree spirit in the woods, smh”
  • learning combat techniques together adahf;xhfx
  • hONEsTLY imagine calypso in gear 🙏🏽 🙏🏽 🙏🏽
  • they never learned to fight so they’re both amateurs, which means there’s a lot of confused stumbling around and of course there’s practice sparring that turns into make out sessions
  • the other dryads get so exasperated with them
  • and they’re not jealous at all pffft where would you get that idea
  • calypso planting flowers at the base of juniper’s tree
  • just… junilypso
For @lgbtqpjo’s 3k week!! Inspired by @percalyspo
1D Hiatus: Day 447

* A video of Louis defending himself and Eleanor from paparazzi and stalkers at LAX last night is released

* The Sun’s EXCLUSIVE articles about Louis being arrested after the incident at the airport are published, not describing what actually happened at all

* Steve Aoki stands up for Louis via Twitter

* #WeSupportLouis and #WeStandByLouis trend on Twitter

* Harry meets a fan in London

* You can now vote Niall, the boys and Louis and Steve for ‘Best Male Artist’, ‘Best Group’ and ‘Best Collaboration’ at Radio Disney Music Awards

* Nicki Minaj quotes two of Liam’s tweets

* Niall attends the Haye vs. Bellew fight at the O2 in London

* Niall posts two videos on Snapchat, three videos and two pictures on his Instagram account and story

It’s Mar 4th, 2017.

anonymous asked:

Hi, Could you do a maven one-shot about him being a misunderstood boy and regretting his decision about Mare.

Anything to get out studying, sure! 

Maven looked around the empty, white room. Everything he wanted he had, things he had been dreaming for since three years old. But was it really what he wanted? Or was it what his mother wanted? Looking down at his pale hands, his uncut black as night curly hair falling over his eyes. With his mother dead, the voices out of his head he had time to try and unravel the twisted web of lies and mistakes called his mind. He tries to think of the boy that grounds him, the bright red who had such a long life ahead of him cut short. It was his fault he was dead wasn’t it? If he has just stayed away, he would be alive. The wave of regret and pain reminds him that he is here. The Calore brother hates to admit it, but any feeling it is a good feeling. For his 17 years in the world he felt numb, but with his mind free anything other then numb is amazing. Then a specific girl flashes in his eyes, the girl he marked, who he loved. Mare. She fell from the sky, fell into his life. He had gotten in to deep, his mother had tried to erase the feelings from him but nothing would help. Just like Thomas- he winces at the very thought of his name. His first kiss, his first love. Maven stands pushing the mess of curls out of his icy blue eyes, hands falling to his side. He takes another glance around the barren room, is this what his mind is like? Maybe he is too damaged, maybe he could never be fixed. His whole life he has been a puppet almost no actions his own. His mother- no- Elara was dead. He had his mind. All he had to do was unwind the mess, fix himself. Do it for him, do it for her. Do it for Cas, the brother he could never love, the brother he looked up to, the brother he never wanted to kill. Swiftly walking to the crown resting on the empty bedside table of his, Maven picks it up. He can feel the metal burning in his flaming hands until it is nothing more then a puddle of silver at his feet. Maven Calore was no longer a puppet, and this action was his something he could hold onto. A step in the right direction.

im sorry we failed you again elise..


The first of two.

I hope we did it right!

I’m thinking about you a lot right now.
I know I shouldn’t be, but I can’t refrain.
I miss you so much.
I just wish you knew how badly.
I keep thinking of past happy memories with you.
It hurts knowing that they’re just past memories and I will never be able to make future ones with you.
I wish we were still talking.
I wish you cared about me.
I wish you still loved me.
I wish I could see your face again - in person.
I wish we were still friends.
Sadly, we just kept pushing each other away instead.
I hope you don’t regret anything we did together.
I will tell you right now that, I don’t.
I just can’t bare the fact that we can’t go back to what we once were.
I’m trying to feel better alone, I swear.
But thinking about a life without you just makes me feel so empty and hollow inside.
Please, just come back to me.
Fill this voided emptiness buried within me.
I don’t want to be hollow anymore.
I just want to hear your voice.
I just want to see your smile.
I just want to taste your lips.
I just want to feel your skin.
Is that too much to ask for?

I finally read Eyeshield 21 and sold my soul to this scrawny devil.

anonymous asked:

starting after the 4x03 hand snuggle scene except clarke asks bellamy to stay with her? :)

Because of Bellamy.

Thanks for the prompt anon. It’s one of my fav bellarke scenes ever and adding up some only made my heart warm up for them. Also s/o to @asavelveteen for beta’ing my fic again <3 (There will be a second part soon guys! Just wait for it!)

We are still breathing.

Clarke drops her gaze from Bellamy to the list again, staring at her name adorning far bottom of it. She is on that list now, she is going to be saved, along with Bellamy. Then she feels Bellamy’s hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

It’s in that moment that Clarke realizes that she is not saved along with Bellamy. She is saved because of Bellamy. And with that realization, memories of the numerous times Bellamy saved her life come flooding back. He has saved her from too many times to count, from anything from traps to grounders and now he’s going to save her from the second apocalypse, too.

She lifts her hand up and give his hand a squeeze too, then tilts her head and rests her cheek on their clasped hands, showing how grateful she is to have him by her side, now more than ever.

“Get some sleep.” Bellamy whispers some moments later and Clarke lifts her head up again, letting go of his hand and looking up at him. He is staring back at her with the same sad smile he’s worn since they discovered that Jaha’s bunker wouldn’t save anyone, and that the list would have to be made after all.

Clarke gives him a nod and his hand releases her shoulder, the weight of saving the human race returning heavier than before because now, she must carry the weight of forgiving herself and keep living with the decisions she’s made.

She watches as Bellamy steps to the side and heads for the door and worry washes over her face. “You can stay.” She says quickly, making Bellamy to freeze and turn to look at her. “If you want.” She adds waveringly.

Bellamy just stare at her, studying her to find what is bothering her. “Clarke…”

“I just don’t feel like being alone tonight.” She interrupts him, eyes dropping again to the list still on the table.

Bellamy gives her a sad smile again, only this time Clarke doesn’t notice it, eyes glued to the list in front of her. With a sigh, Bellamy walks back to her and lifts the list from the desk, folding it in half and setting it down underneath. “We did the right thing, Clarke.” He whispers. “Let’s hope that we don’t have to use it after all.”

Clarke stares deep into Bellamy’s brown eyes, wondering how can he comfort her like that, how he can find the right words to take some of the weight off of her shoulder when she need him to. How he can still be so strong after everything he has been through. How he still has hope.

“Are you staying?” She asks some moments after, standing up from the chair she was sitting on. The nod she gets from Bellamy warms her heart.

“I’ll take the couch.” He prompts. “You take the bed.”

Clarke wants to protest, she doesn’t want him to have an uncomfortable sleep on the couch so she can sleep in the first place. But she knows better to fight him on that. He would prefer sleeping on the floor over making it slightly awkward for them to sleep next to each other on the bed. So she just nods her head in agreement and walks pass him, making her way to the bed in the far corner of the room.

She turns her back on him and she can hear him taking off his gun belt and jacket as she does the same. Once out of their boots too, Bellamy and Clarke sit on the couch and bed respectively and glance at each other.

“Do you want me to turn off the lights?” Bellamy offers.

“No. I- I prefer to sleep with the lights on.” She tells him, trying to hide her vulnerability.

“Okay.” Bellamy nods. “Good night then.”

“Good night, Bellamy.” And with that, the two exhausted leaders lay down. To her surprise, Clarke falls asleep almost instantly.

What is not a surprise though, is the nightmare that wakes her up a couple of hours later. The first thing she seen when she comes back from her nightmare is Bellamy’s worried face, eyes wide open and concern taking hold over every muscle on his face.

“It was just a nightmare.” He whispers, cupping her cheek and tucking some stray hair from in front of her eyes behind her ear. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” He promises, coaxing her to him and guiding her head to rest on his shoulder.

Clarke lets him calm her down, she lets him comfort her for the second time tonight and she lets herself free, too. She doesn’t really realize they’re both sitting on the bed, but her arms find their way around his torso immediately and she lets the tears out without a second thought. In her cries, she feels Bellamy’s arms holding her close to him too, stroking comforting circles on her back as he whispers, “Shhh, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

She doesn’t really know how long Bellamy has been holding her and letting her cry on his shoulder, or how long he has been whispering comforting words to her before she pulls back from him. She can’t bring herself to look him in the eyes as she wipes the last tears from her own and lets go of his shirt.

“You okay now?” He whispers, hands falling on bed between them.

Clarke only nods, eyes glued on the floor. “Yeah. Thank you and…” She pauses. “I’m sorry about this.”

“Clarke.” Bellamy says and with one hand, he hooks a finger under Clarke’s chin and nudges her to look at him. “There is nothing to apologize for. We all have our moments and we all need someone when we do.”

“I know. I just- You’re probably tired from working all day and I kept you up, and…” She decides to stop talking before she says something she’ll regret later.  

“It’s okay. Really.” Bellamy insists. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Clarke stares at him surprised. Does she want that? She isn’t sure at first, but she quickly thinks it over and decides against it. “No, it’s okay. As you said, it was just a nightmare.”

“Okay.” Bellamy says lowly, not wanting to push her on the subject.

They sit in silence for a couple of minutes, Clarke’s heavy breathing finally ebbing. Neither of them want to break the silence. It’s a silence they both feel comfortable in and maybe just a little bit safe, too. It’s Bellamy who finally breaks it though.

“I guess we should go back to sleep then.” He proposes, slowly pushing himself off the bed.

“No.” Clarke protests instantly, reaching to grab his wrist. “I mean… Can you stay here, please? I don’t want to fall sleep alone again.”

Bellamy stares down at her, blue eyes pleading him. With a nod and a small smile, Bellamy climbs onto the bed and pulls Clarke to lay down with him. A moment later, Clarke has her back pressed into Bellamy’s chest and his hand around her torso, holding her close to him as his hot breath hits the back of her neck.

“Get some rest, princess. I won’t let anything near you again.” He promises, knowing that Clarke is already sleeping and she won’t hear him. Sleep comes easier for him too that night.

Right Here With You
Jamie Brown
Right Here With You

A song from Lexa to Clarke after 3x16.

Close your eyes and see me,

I’ll always be right here with you,

Open up your eyes and feel me,

I’ll always be right here with you.-

Not a moment lost without you,

This grave I dug is opening up.

Not a moment lost without you,

I’ll always stay, my love.  


Darling if you’re scared,

Run to me,

Darling if you’re out there,

Run to me,

I always be,

I always be,

Right here with you.

Darling if you’re giving up,

Run to me,

Darling if you’ve had enough,

Run to me

I’ll always be,

I’ll always be,

Right here with you.


Remember your arms around me,

I’ll always be right here with you.

We where once carefree,

But I’ll always be right here with you

Not a moment without you,

This grave I dug is opening up.

Not a moment lost without you,

I’ll always stay, my love.  


Darling if you’re scared,

Run to me,

Darling if you’re out there,

Run to me,

I always be,

I always be,

Right here with you.

Darling if you’re giving up,

Run to me,

Darling if you’ve had enough,

Run to me

I’ll always be,

I’ll always be,

Right here with you.



And it hurts,

Knowing that you miss my touch,

Knowing that you miss my love,

But I’ll always be right here with you,

Yet it hurts,

Knowing that you miss my lips,

Knowing that you miss my words,

But I’ll always be right here with you.


Darling if you’re scared,

Run to me,

Darling if you’re out there,

Run to me,

I always be,

I always be,

Right here with you.

Darling if you’re giving up,

Run to me,

Darling if you’ve had enough,

Run to me

I’ll always be,

I’ll always be,

Right here with you.

after all this time

prompt: the reader has a crush on Severus just like he did with lily. 

parring: young severus snape x reader

warning: none

words: 1355

requested by: @inkhearted-23

a/n: I never really got a harry potter character ask so I hope I did well. feedback appreciated. enjoy!

Originally posted by datura-riot

“Y/n we will be friends forever right?” a six years old Severus asked you as the both of you lay in the middle of a meadow full of yellow flowers. 

“always,” you told him and held his little chubby hands. You heard your mom calling and Severus heard his calling as well, it was time to for super. 

Severus and you were friends as long you can remember, you were inseparable, the both stood up for each other no matter what. Even thought you came from a pureblood family and Severus came from a half-blood your family’s got along well. 

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yvette3429  asked:

Hi! Uhm hc on how would RFA+V+Saeran would do and feel of MC sometimes feels hurt whenever her ex talks to her. She says she had already moved on but she still feel pain sometimes. Thanks!

I’m not sure if we did these right but I hope you like them. Sorry for any spelling mistakes i’m sick AF right now. Also these ex boyfriends say some mean shit so be careful! Love you guys - Mod MC


  • Your ex was such a huge flirt and because of this nature he was basically a playboy
  • Because of his fickle nature he ended up cheating on you and when you found out it broke your heart and you broke up with him.
  • It had taken months before you got over him but you were with Zen now for more than two years and you honestly thought he was the one.
  • You were shopping for the holidays when you ran into your ex and even though you had a messy breakup he was still flirting with you hardcore.
  • When you basically rejected all of his advances he started to get angry.
  • “So I heard you were with that popular musical actor Zae or whatever, how’s that going for you?”
  • “His name is Zen and I don’t have to tell you anything about my life anymore so mind your own business.” You snapped at him tired of being around him.
  • “Woah, easy there. I was just asking because I know you left me because I had an affair, you know since he’s so popular he’ll probably end up cheating on you too. After all you are very naive. Oh man it was so easy to lie to you.” He started to laugh in that fake laugh of his that you always hated
  • “Zen would never do anything like that to hurt me. He loves me and will always be a better man than you will ever be.” You spat out.
  • “I’m just saying that you aren’t anything special and he is a pretty famous guy, why would he even stick around with you? I’m telling you now so you won’t be shocked in the future but he will cheat on you.” You couldn’t stand being around this jerk for a second longer and quickly turned around and walked away.
  • Even though you were over this jerk it still hurt when you thought about how he cheated on you, and his words today hurt more. You walked back to Zen’s place in a daze.
  • You knew you weren’t anything great compared to Zen and he could do honestly better.
  • Your ex’s words started to replay in your head and before you knew it you were curled up on zen’s couch crying your heart out.
  • One of your biggest insecurities was that you weren’t good enough for Zen, and even though you knew Zen would never stoop as low as to cheat on you it still hurt to hear someone else point out your flaws.
  • Zen would be home soon and you tried your best to look like you weren’t just crying your heart out, you really did not want to talk about what happened today, especially since your ex’s were always a touchy topic to Zen.
  • “MC, were you crying your eyes are all puffy? Are you okay? What happened?” Zen said as soon as he saw your face. Well so much for acting as if nothing happened.
  • Upon hearing Zen’s voice you started to tear up again and in three short strides Zen was right in front of you hugging you tightly and petting your hair.
  • “Z-zen, you aren’t going to cheat on me are you?” You sobbed out, you knew you were being ridiculous but you couldn’t help it.
  • “What, MC what are you talking about I would never cheat on you. I thought you knew that.” Zen asked, shock clearly on his face but he continued to hug you tightly.
  • “I know! I know you wouldn’t cheat on me but ever since I ran into that jerk and he said that since I am basically nothing compared to you I can’t stop thinking about it. I know its stupid. But you are just so amazing, and I-I’m not.” You said in a small voice, saying outloud hurt worse than hearing your ex say it.
  • At your words Zen grew stiff and he gently pushed you away from you but still held onto your shoulders. He looked furious though.
  • “Who was this bastard that ever made you doubt yourself. Who is this asshole, tell me right now so I can go kick his ass.” Zen growled out.
  • You quickly told him about your encounter with your ex and the horrible things he said to you, by the end of your story Zen looked livid.
  • “Who the hell does he think he is talking to you like that. First of all he was the dumbass who cheated on you and now he tells you are not good enough for me? I am gonna kill this guy. Listen here MC you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You help me grow as a person and you are so kind and beautiful and if there is anyone in this relationship that isn’t worthy is me.”
  • You looked up at him in shock when he said those words.
  • “MC I love you so much, you mean the world to me and honestly I would be so lost without you here with me. Please, you mean so much to me don’t listen to that jerk you are so perfect and amazing.” Zen said pulling you closer to him again.
  • “Zen I love you so much too. I’m sorry.” You said and then he gave you the sweetest kiss ever. You were silly to ever think that Zen would be anything like that toxic jerk.
  • 4 months later you were happily engaged and the next time you ran into your ex you showed him your engagement ring and then showed him the finger before he got another word in.

-Mod DK


  • You were chilling with Yoosung and playing video games
  • It was just supposed to be a quick study break
  • While the two of you were playing you got a text
  • It was from your ex boyfriend
  • “Hey kiddo, I see you’re still playing games. You always did act like a child”
  • Attached was a picture of you playing video games.
  • Yoosung took it and you posted it on instagram
  • Your ex liked to keep tabs on you
  • And boy did he try to worm his way back into your life at any chance
  • But you were over it, he never took you seriously
  • He just treated you like a kid
  • And so you ended it
  • That’s part of why you identified with Yoosung
  • Because he wanted to be taken seriously too.
  • And so the two of you were a perfect match
  • You respected and understood each other
  • So instead of responding to your ex
  • You took a silly selfie of yoosung and yourself and posted it on instagram for your ex to see.


  • You were waiting for seven to finish work and laying in bed
  • Your phone vibrated with a notification
  • Miss me?
  • Your heart clenched
  • You knew exactly who it was
  • Your ex boyfriend who was emotionally abusive
  • You had finally broken it off a few years ago and hadn’t looked back since
  • He still tried to contact you from time to time but he had no idea where you lived so he couldn’t get to you
  • All he could do was text
  • You always blocked the number
  • Seven knew about the ex boyfriend but he didn’t know that he still tried to contact you.
  • He found out that night when he came into the bedroom to see you crying.
  • You handed him your phone and he saw all of the nasty messages your ex sent you.
  • “None of what he said is true MC. You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever met in my life and I plan to spend the rest of my life making sure you know how amazing you are.”
  • He held you close to him as you fell asleep, reassuring you that you wouldn’t hear from your ex again.
  • Let’s just say your ex woke up the next morning to a completely useless phone, computer, and toaster.
  • Oh and an empty bank account
  • Seven still isn’t sure how he hacked into the toaster tbh


  • You had only dated once before Jumin.
  • This guy was an asshole.
  • All he ever wanted to do was smoke weed and hang out with his friends.
  • He never made you feel special.
  • You hadn’t been in the relationship just for the dates but a few outtings would have been nice.
  • When you finally ended things you had decided to look for a more mature man the next time you decided to enter a relationship.
  • Enter Jumin. He may only just be sorting out his emotions but dude is hella mature other than when he picks on the RFA members.
  • He’s got a stable (well paying) job and his own apartment.
  • You were in love with him for far deeper reasons than that but the fact that he was a real adult only helped things.
  • You had completely moved on from your ex, or so you thought.
  • He texted you one night while Jumin was away on a business trip.
  • Guess you got what you wanted.
  • You aren’t sure why that text sent a shock to your stomach.
  • You texted back, slightly confused about his cryptic message.
  • What do you mean?
  • His response was instant. I saw a magazine with a picture of you and that rich CEO guy. You’re such a gold digger.
  • You clenched your hand around your phone in anger and hurt.
  • Leave me alone. I love that man and not for his money. You’re just jealous. I guess you never grew up.
  • He texted back something else that was nasty but you chose to ignore it and deleted all of the messages. Tears welled up in your eyes at the nasty names he called you and you fell asleep like that.
  • The next morning you awoke to the sounds of Jumin moving around in the kitchen.
  • You ran to him, excited that he was finally home and grasped him tightly.
  • He wrapped his arms around you and chuckled, placing a kiss on your messy hair.
  • When you looked up at him he frowned.
  • “MC, have you been crying?”
  • You used your phone as a makeshift mirror and sure enough there was mascara dried in tear streaks under your eyes.
  • “It’s nothing don’t worry about it.”
  • “MC I will always worry about it. Anything that hurts you hurts me as well.”
  • “My ex called me a gold digger.” you mumbled with your head down.
  • “MC, what was that?” He tilted your head up so that you had to look him in the eyes.
  • You repeated yourself. Jumin was furious.
  • “How dare he. Love you’re nothing of the sort, you’ve more than proven that.”
  • He gave you a tight hug and reassured you that the love the two of you shared was nothing superficial. And then after a smouldering kiss he excused himself to speak to seven.
  • When he came back the two of you cuddled to make up for the time he spent on a business trip.
  • You aren’t sure exactly what strings he pulled but you never heard from your ex again.


  • You had told one of your friends from before you joined the RFA about your fiance.
  • She was curious about him so you explained that he had very poor vision and that is was because of his ex fiance.
  • You also told her about his career as a photographer.
  • A few days later you received a text from your ex. He was always rude to you and it didn’t seem as if that had changed in the three years the two of you had been broken up for.
  • Heard you’re marrying a blind photographer. Good luck with that one.
  • You didn’t bother to text back. He always said hurtful things.
  • Your phone pinged a second time, you really downgraded, not like you could’ve done better than me anyways.
  • That stung. V was your everything.
  • You let your feelings get the better of you and messaged back.
  • Why don’t you go mind your own business.
  • You assumed that would end the conversation but you know what they say about assuming.
  • Your inbox once again had a notification.
  • You always were a loser. Thank God we broke up.
  • You had never been more thankful that you broke up with him when you received that text but the loser comment was a blow to your self esteem.
  • You let out a high pitched noise drew V’s attention from his office.
  • He came out to see you curled up on the couch, moping.
  • He could see alright when he wore glasses and right now he saw you frowning.
  • He sat down and put your head in his lap, stroking your hair.
  • “Honey, whats wrong?”
  • You shoved your phone into his hand and he read the messages.
  • “You don’t think i’m a loser do you?”
  • “Of course not love. I think you’re wonderful, you’re the love of my life. If anyone is a loser it’s him. He lost out on the most amazing girl in the world.”
  • You sat up and moved into V’s lap kissing him on the mouth tenderly.
  • “Thanks babe, I don’t think you’re a downgrade either. You’re the most important person in my life.”
  • The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon cuddling.


  • Saeran was at the grocery store getting ingredients for dinner.
  • The two of you were planning to try a new recipe.
  • You were messing around on your phone when a message from an unknown number popped up.
  • Thinking it was Saeran trying to mess with you, you texted back.
  • “Saeran, honey when will you be home I miss you!”
  • Your phone buzzed with a notification.
  • Who the fuck is Saeran, you slut. You always did move on quickly.”
  • Your blood ran cold and you cautiously texted back.
  • “Who is this?”
  • You got an immediate response, “Your ex boyfriend, we broke up a year ago, have you whored around so much that your forgot.”
  • This man was the worst person you had ever met and the reason that you hadn’t dated for nearly a year before you met Saeran.
  • Tears ran down your face, they blurred your vision to the point that you couldn’t text back even if you had wanted to. Which you didn’t.
  • You heard the front door shut and tried to escape to your bedroom so Saeran wouldn’t see you crying.
  • He came into your bedroom immediately after setting down the groceries and he caught you wiping away your tears.
  • He pulled you into a loose embrace and pressed your face to his chest saying nothing until your tears slowed.
  • “What happened?”
  • His tone left no room for negotiation and you handed him your phone.
  • By the time he was done reading the short conversation he was fuming.
  • “I’m going to ruin him. How dare he speak to you that way. You are mine. He has no right to call you a slut. I love you MC. Don’t believe what he said to you it’s bullshit.”
  • You said nothing and decided to put all of you love into the kisses that you peppered Saeran’s face with.
  • He picked you up and carried you to the bed where the two of you cuddled and talked until you needed to get up and start cooking.
  • Later that evening you checked your phone and noticed a picture had been sent to your ex.
  • It was a picture of you and Saeran, he was kissing your cheek and flipping the camera off.
  • You giggled and kissed Saeran once again. 

-Mod MC

Protons and Electrons

[This was requested by anon -  Could you write one where the reader is like a total baddass?! Like, leather jacket, cocky confident attitude, and best friends with Morgan? So, can Spencer try to be cool like the reader to get their attention, but fails miserably by being awkward nervous Spencer, but the reader loves that about him and they ask him out? Brownie points for super duper cutesy dorky Reid? TYSM!!!!! – I hope I did all right…”]


“The reason as to why we are attracted to our opposites is because they are our salvation from the burden of being ourselves.” 
― Kamand Kojouri


“Hey, pretty boy, I’m actually free to go out tonight, you coming?”

Spencer couldn’t help but be a little skeptical by the invitation.

“Where exactly are you planning to go?”

“Dive bar near Reston, come on man, everyone’s going.”

“I don’t know, bars aren’t really my thing.”

“Look, Reid, I love my son more than anything in this world, but I need some adult conversation tonight. Hell, spout off about proton charges for all I care.”

“Protons can’t actually charge without an electron to –“

“Yeah, all of that, save it for tonight.”

“Morgan, I’m not sure –“

“Is boy wonder putting up a fight?”

“He sure is mama, I come in to visit with all my loved ones, and this one here passes up the opportunity to catch up.”

Spencer couldn’t help, but falter on that. “That’s not it at all, I’m only saying that the location isn’t ideal. There’s more violence in those types of bars than one with a restaurant setting. Did you know a study was shown that –“

“Yeah, yeah, but I think what chocolate thunder forgot to mention was who else would be there.”

Morgan grinned at that, the mischievous spark coming to light. “Oh, I think I did.”

Spencer looked back and forth between them. “What do you mean? I thought you invited the team.”

“I did, but my sweet honey glaze has drove down here to meet up, figured we’d all hang out tonight and let her see Hank and the little woman tomorrow.”

Spencer’s brows knotted in confusion, not entirely sure who Morgan was describing.

“Y/N, Reid, you know the one you made goo-goo eyes at during the Christmas party last year.”

“I did not!”

“Oh, so you were weirded out by her, cause that’s what she thought.”

“No! That’s not it either. I have no reason to think she’s weird.”

And he didn’t, honestly he had been captivated by you. The way you carried yourself with self-confidence, so sure, yet with the warmest smile he had ever seen. It hadn’t mattered that half your head was shaved, didn’t matter that the part unshaved was dyed a startling shade of red, or that your tight clothing was mostly made of leather, and it didn’t matter that you’d set off metal detectors a mile away from how many piercings you had; the way you laughed and made people laughed, wanting to help so everyone could enjoy the party, how you listened and enjoyed his and everyone’s company, that’s what mattered. But he knew you’d never see him, not the way he wanted you too. No, like so many others you’d see him as dorky Spencer Reid, proven genius and all around mess.

“Are you even listening anymore?”

His eyes came back into focus. “What?”

“Oh, thinking about your lady?”

“She isn’t my lady, Garcia, it’s not like she’d ever be interested in me anyways.”

“Now that’s not true, you’re a marvelous upon marvelous specimen of man, but, well, maybe if you gussied up differently it’d catch her eye.”

“What do you mean?”

“Come on, you’ve seen her, maybe something of cow hide would be more beneficial.”

“Reid in leather? Dear Lord, mama, what’s the matter with you? Just be yourself, except, you know, talk to her. Don’t hide.”

“I’m not saying to not be him, just he needs something to get her interested.”

“He’s not a peacock, he just needs to be himself, Y/N might be crazy as hell but she has a good heart and she likes that in other people. Just do you, Reid.”

Garcia rolled her eyes, exasperated, but was halted when Spencer started gathering his things.

“I’ve got to go, I’ll meet you guys there.”

“So you’re coming then? All right, pretty boy! I’ll text you the address.”

Spencer gave an offhand wave and went home.

Maybe he should try to be a little different, you didn’t know much about him, only a fleeting moment in time. A first impression could always be wrong. This could be his chance to be someone else, not be the clumsy, awkward know-it-all and be the guy people are drawn to. Rifling through his closet, he couldn’t help the depleted sense of his wardrobe, he had nothing that someone would think was cool. Cardigans and slacks taking up most of the space, but in the back he was able to find an old leather bomber jacket. He couldn’t even recall where he got it, and with his memory that fact startled him. He didn’t have jeans and he didn’t have boots but he did have his converses, the worn pair a comfort to him which he hoped would increase his confidence tonight. Fixing his hair the best he could he looked at the addressed to get to the bar.

‘It’s now or never, Reid.’

The place was dirtier than he would have liked, floor covered in peanut shells and sawdust, the tables and stools worn, the leather chipping away as rusted coated the frames, but in a way it was homey. The patrons looking as if they had just got off work and decided to catch up with friends.

“Pretty boy!”

‘Why does he have to call me that in front of everyone, it’s endearing when it’s the team but with –‘

“You made it I see and you had yourself a little costume change.”

Sitting beside Morgan he could see you, that same warm smile adorning yourself, your lips still puckered in a way that let he know you had been laughing at something before.

“Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi, Spencer…it is okay if I call you that right, I can call you Reid if you want.”

“No! It’s fine I mean, I’d prefer it. So where is everyone?”

“JJ and Garcia are on their way, the boys were giving JJ trouble didn’t help that baby girl was there, she’d let them rule that house if she was allowed to.”

Thinking of their roles as godparents he couldn’t help but smile, yeah, the boys seemed to have a way to tug their hearts to fit them.

“Do you spoil them too, Spencer?”

“He spoils them with knowledge.”

Spencer watched you arch your brows up and nod.

“I like being there for them, all of them, including Hank.”

“I bet you’re good at it.”

“I try to be, I mean, when there’s time for it.”

He didn’t know if this conversation was going right, she was paying attention to him but he wanted her to see him as cool, an equal, but gushing over his godchildren probably wasn’t going to get them there.

“So, Y/N, did you drive your bike here?”

Watching you sip your beer he waited as you nodded. “Yep, why, would you like a ride?”

“Oh, you shouldn’t drive when you drink, people with even a slight buzz raise the risk of fatalities to forty-five percent and without the exterior a car gives a motorcycle may –“

He’s rambling, damn it, he didn’t mean to, but she’s smiling a quirk of one but it was still something.

“Maybe we can share a cab tonight and you can drive me to Derek’s on it tomorrow?”


“Reid on a motorcycle, you know I never pictured him in leather and he looks halfway decent, hell maybe he’ll be doing wheelies in the parking lot.”

He knew the jacket would be a bad idea. “Shut up, Morgan.”

Your giggled made him flush even more. “Ignore him, Spencer, have a drink with us, since I’m out with cops tonight and have to take a cab I’ll be having me some tequila.”

Observing the effortless way you drank and sucked the lime, he couldn’t help but think he could do it too.

“I’ll have one as well, please.”

He tried to ignore the smirk on Morgan’s face as the bartender poured his shot.

“Sure you can handle that, Reid.”

His lips wanted to pout in trying to keep from blurting obscenities.

“Here, Spencer, you just lick the salt, drink it back, and suck the lime. It takes practice to do it quick.”

Doing as instructed, he lapped the salt, wishing he had washed his hands first and then tipped his head and glass back, choking as the fiery liquid hit his esophagus. The remaining liquid in his mouth sputtered and he felt your hand patting his back in trying to quell the coughs.

“Can we get some water over here please?”

He blushed, this wasn’t going the way he wanted it to at all, he was looking like a bigger dork than usual.

“I would say suck on the lime, but I don’t know if that’d help or not.”

He shook his head at you, no the acidity would not help him right now. His cheeks and throat were burning.

“Maybe we could play some pool until the others get here.”

Morgan shook his head. “I think I’ll pass, the way genius here is he’ll take you for everything you have.”

You shrugged. “Perhaps I just have more confidence in my playing skills than you do.”

“Your money, Y/N. Hey, pretty boy, why don’t you tell her about that proton charging while you’re at it over there.”

He felt you lightly grasp his shoulder steering him to the table.

“I hope you don’t let him get to you.”

“I don’t, not all the time anyways, I just wish he wouldn’t treat me like a kid sometimes.”

“I wouldn’t say a kid, more like a younger brother. So, you good as he says?”

“Um, a little bit, pool’s mostly geometry and –“

“I’ll take your word for it, we don’t have to play for money then, I’ll need some to make it home. But we could play for a prize.”

His eyes searched your face. “What kind of prize?”

You smiled, mischievous. “Whatever we want.”


“Whatever I want if I win, whatever you want if you win. Except money or my bike.”

“What about a ride on it?”

“We can do that.”

“And if I want something else?”

You smiled, his heart palpitating. “We can do that too.”

He already knew he was going to win, he’d played enough games of pool in school to know that. The older students thinking they could out best a kid, well, at least there he was able to show them. Though it didn’t stop them from beating him up, claiming he cheated. He was about to shoot…

“Play hard, Reid!”

He scratched.

Oh, God, now everyone was here now. He wished they wouldn’t give him a hard time, and for once, his prayers seemed answered, after the girls kissed each other’s cheeks in greeting they fled to the bar, letting Morgan pick up the tab. But he knew they were watching and he couldn’t shake that.

“Spencer, it’s okay, you can go again.”

“No, it’s –“

“You were distracted that’s fine, let yourself get into your zone, it’ll be okay.”

It was sinking ball after ball but you had kept up and he only needed the eight to win.

“So what was the deal with protons?”

“Oh, Morgan was just being…Morgan earlier.”

You laughed. “Isn’t he always?”

He couldn’t help but laugh as well. “Yeah he is.”

“But what about them.”

“He was thinking protons charge on their own they don’t.”

Missed, if you missed he could still sink it, the angle was perfect for it now.

“So how do they charge?”

“Um, it takes an electron to, I guess you’d say, engulf it so it can charge.”

You smirked. “Is that when they say opposites attract?”

He smiled. “Very much so.”

The smile fell when you sank the eight.

“Yes! I can’t believe I won.”

There went his chance. Anything he wanted. One date, one kiss. Now nothing. “Yeah.”

“Don’t be a sore loser, it was luck at the end, though skill was there throughout.”

“I’m not being sore, I wanted to win though.”

“I’ll still let you drive my bike tomorrow.”

He shook his head, he knew he was being irrational, but he felt defeated as if some source of fate came in and struck him down. “Could I have my prize now, Spencer?”

He shrugged. “Sure.”

“Are you?”

He nodded.

Standing on tiptoe he almost pulled away when he felt your lips on his. He could hear cheering from the bar but the velvet he felt was stifling the noise.

“What was that?”

You shrugged. “My prize. I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the party, and this seemed like the best tactic. You’re not mad are you?”

Since the Christmas party? “No, I’m not mad, confused, you wanted to kiss me?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, I’m me and you’re you.”

“You’ll have to explain that one to me Spencer.”

“You’re tequila and leather and I’m books and coffee.”

“Well, I happen to like books and coffee, not to mention sweater vests and messy hair. What about you, I doubt tequila’s up there, but what about leather?”

He nodded dumbfounded.

“You’re the one that said that opposites attract, well, this electron’s attracted to you genius.”

He blushed. “I wouldn’t mind being enveloped by you.”

With the words out, he blushed, making you laugh. Dragging him down by the collar for another kiss.

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i hope you love your life like i love mine

i hope the painful memories only flex their power over you

a little of the time

we held on to hope of better days coming

& when we did we were right

i hope the people who did you wrong

have trouble sleeping at night

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