my otp is him and his hand

okay so hear me out… it’s aaron’s birthday right? and robert is #panicking because what does he get him? what does he get his beautiful husband when he deserves the entire world? (what does he get him to make up for all the pain he’s caused him?) and then he remembers: aaron’s always complaining that his hands are cold (don’t think about aaron trailing his cold hands over roberts perky nip nips and robert shivering under his touch and… *cough* anyway) and robert, struck with inspiration, goes on amazon and finds these…

and thinks PERFECT!!

Zay had meant to study, he really had. But every time he laid eyes on that boring book about people who were dead, he zoomed out, his eyes meeting Riley’s who was across the room.

I mean who would be focusing on this damn book if Riley’s hair that was ever so smooth was killing him.

“Zay,.Are you ok” she asked moving her hand to touch his face. “Riley, when did u get over here”? He asked, genuinely shocked at her moving without him noticing.

She chuckled as she smiled at him, “oh living fuck” Zay thought as he bites his lip, with her biting hers.

“Zay, why are you..?” She started to say as Zay had shut her up, making his lips Connect with hers.

His hands found their way to her waist with him pulling her towards his bed which was hard cause he did not want to wake up Lucas and Maya who have been secretly hooking up for a month now but won't tell anyone. 

“Zay, I ” Riley says, making Zay smile at her as he says “yeah, riles”. Her laugh made him smirk.

“I like you Zay” she said which makes Zay smile. “I hoped that I would say it first but I like you alot” as he kisses her lips one more time. 

Penelope & Derek’s Matchmaking Service

Originally posted by theonewiththevows

Prompt: The reader and Reid both have a crush on the other person but are too scared of ruining their friendship to tell the other person. Penelope decided to give them a little push and drags Derek into her mischevious scheme.

A/N: This was an idea that popped into my head because I could definitely see Morgan and Garcia meddling in their coworkers love lives. I’m not opposed to making a part two of this, so let me know if that’s something that you would want. Also, anyone who can catch the subtle F.R.I.E.N.D.S. reference that is in here somewhere is my favorite person ever. Enjoy :)

Note: (Y/F/C) = your favorite candy

Warning: nothing

Word Count: 3k

Rating: PG


Penelope sighed in frustration as she watched you and Spencer alternate staring at each other. It was almost painful the way that neither of you actually caught the other doing so. It was like some form of fate caused you to look away a second before Spencer decided to look up. Derek noticed her standing in the doorway. “Hey Baby Girl,” he called and walked over to her. She muttered a “hello” before huffing and crossing her arms. “Whoa whoa whoa, what’s the matter gorgeous? Those processing systems in that big brain of yours hung up on something?”

“How does it not drive you crazy?” she mumbled and Morgan raised an eyebrow at her. 

“How does what not drive me crazy?”

“The two of them!” she whisper-shouted and spun around walking off toward her lair. Derek rolled his eyes, but obediently followed her down the hall. 

“Gonna need a little more information sweetness,” he told her, leaning against the doorframe. 

“Oh c’mon, do I need to spell it out for you? (Y/N) and Spencer. The way those two are pining after each other it’s both sickening and sweet at the same time. I’m not even a profiler and I can tell that they are head over heels. I mean I know (Y/N) is because she told me one night when I got her super drunk with the intent of forcing the information out of her, but that is beside the point,” Penelope explained as she pulled up the bullpen’s security video feed and maneuvered the cameras so they were facing you and Spencer’s desks. 

“What are you doing?”

“I’m people watching.”

“Do you do this all the time?” Morgan asked standing behind her chair.

“Only when we don’t have a case or anything else to do,” Penelope defended, “You would not believe how boring it gets in here and you people never come visit me!” 

“But why- you know what nevermind. Just please tell me that you don’t mess with the cameras in my office.”

“My vision, you are the object of my affection but for the most part my attentions have been focussed on my current OTP as you never do anything interesting in your office.”

“Forgive me for actually doing work instead of making googly eyes at my coworkers.”

“So you have noticed!”

“Of course I’ve noticed. The whole team has noticed. The only ones in the dark about it are the two of them,” Derek chuckled. Penelope smiled as she watched the two of you. You had gone over to ask Spencer something, but he had been so focused on his work you’d startled him and he’d almost spilled his coffee all over himself. 

“They are so cute,” she sighed, “Derek I want my OTP to be together!”

“Somehow I don’t think we get a vote or have the power to make that happen,” he replied, kissing the top of her head. Penelope suddenly perked up. 

“But what if we did?”

“What are you talking about?” he asked as she spun her chair around. 

“What if there was a way that we could force Reid’s hand and make him admit something or ask her out?”

“Baby Girl, Reid has specifically told me that he doesn’t want me messing with this. You think I haven’t tried to get him to make a move?”

“He told you that, but he never told me,” she chirped, turning back toward her computer and started typing away. She pulled up a website for custom floral arrangements and started clicking on various options. 

“What are you doing?”

“Creating something that all of you men hate. Competition,” she replied, patting the side of his face. A few more minutes of meddling the order had been placed, ready to be delivered tomorrow morning. 

“Why do I get the feeling I’m going to be the one he blames for this?” Derek sighed shaking his head. 

“Ha, do not worry my vision. If all goes bad, we pretend like it never happened,” Penelope told him.


You walked into the bullpen the next morning smiling happily as you carried two cups of coffee. You glanced around looking for Spencer, before nonchalantly setting one of the cups down on his desk and arranged the mountain of sugar packets you’d also brought into an orderly pile. You quickly scurried back to your desk and sat down, trying to look casual as you waited for Spencer to arrive. “No coffee for the rest of us, I’m genuinely hurt,” Derek teased, as he sat down on your desk.

“Hey, the only order I remember is Spence’s because it’s the easiest thing ever: a large black coffee and then just bring the whole container of sugar to him,” you replied trying to casually look around him. 

“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced. 

“Good morning,” Reid said as he walked over to his desk past the two of you. 

“Hi, Spencer,” you chirped, “I stopped for coffee this morning and brought you some.”

“Thank you so much, you would not believe the morning I’ve had. How much do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you replied tucking your hair behind your ear. 

“Well, thank you. Did you know that coffee was banned three times in three different cultures: once in Mecca in the 16th century, once when Charles II in Europe banned the drink in an attempt to quiet an ongoing revolution, and once when Frederick the Great banned coffee in Germany in 1677 because he was concerned people were spending too much money on the drink,” he rambled. You smiled and shoved Morgan off of your desk, so you could actually see Spencer. 

“Well, I didn’t know that, but I do know that banning coffee should be a crime,” you giggled. Reid smiled back at you and opened his mouth to say something but suddenly went pale. “What’s-”

“I have a delivery for a Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” a man said cutting you off. 

“That would be me,” you replied, turning around. “What can..I..do..” you stuttered as you came face to face with a huge vase of lilies and red roses. 

“Sign here please,” the delivery man said, handing you a clipboard and setting the vase down on your desk. You scribbled your signature down on the form and handed it back to the man. “Have a nice day,” he said walking away. 

“Yeah, you too,” you muttered still too focussed on your flowers. 

“Oh my god, those are gorgeous,” JJ mentioned as she walked over to your desk. 

“Who are they from?” Emily asked, joining the two of you.

“I have no idea,” you replied, pulling the card off the side of the vase. 

“Read it,” JJ urged leaning in closer. None of you noticed that Spencer had unconsciously leaned closer to the group as well trying to listen. 

“Nothing can ever compare to your beauty, but these flowers are certainly a nice way to compliment it. I hope these make that lovely smile of yours appear on your face, signed your secret admirer,” you read out loud and closed the card. 

“Oooh, this is interesting,” Emily said nudging your shoulder. 

“Any idea who it could be?” JJ asked. 

“Not a clue,” you replied, sitting back down in your chair, “I’m not seeing anyone and no one has asked me out recently.”

“Anyone who you hope it is?” 

“Yeah, but considering he hasn’t shown the slightest sign of interest I’m pretty sure it isn’t him,” you mumbled. Unbeknownst to you, Spencer had wandered away into the break room fuming. This happened every time he’d finally work up the courage to ask you out on a date or flirt with you at all something would happen. Morgan would come interrupt,  Hotch would suddenly announce that you had a case, or in this case, some jerk would write you poetry and send you flowers. He downed the rest of the coffee that you had bought him and started making another cup. 

“You ok, Pretty Boy?” Derek asked watching Spencer stir the coffee quite angrily. 

“Just peachy,” Spencer growled. 

“Ya know, you could just ask her out. (Y/N) has no idea who sent her those flowers,” Derek casually mentioned. 

“Ha yeah right, I’m reasonably certain she’d rather have fancy flower man whoever he is,” he grumbled. 

“Fancy flower man? Really Reid, that’s the best you can come up with?” Derek asked trying not to laugh. 

“I have plenty of other vulgar things I could call him so don’t push it.”

“Hey, I’m not the one encroaching on your girl, but I would recommend you do something about it before you loose her to fancy flower man.”

“You think I should what?”

“Well, you’re her friend. I’m pretty sure you can find a way to top the giant array of flowers that he sent her.”

“I definitely could,” Spencer muttered, deep in thought, “I need to get to work but first I’m going to get Garcia to figure out who sent those to her.”

“Uh,” Derek stuttered, trying to come up with a way to divert him, “Why does it matter who it is? You should be more concerned with your plan to woo her, you can worry about who it was later.”

“You’re right. I’m going to take my lunch early. I need to go get a few things,” Spencer said and quickly rushed back to his desk to grab his wallet. Derek sighed in relief, happy that he’d managed to redirect Reid’s thought process, and made himself a cup of coffee. Your sudden presence in the break room caught his attention. “And where are you going lady of the hour?” he asked sipping his coffee.

“I’m grabbing another sugar for my coffee and then I’m going to get Garcia to find out who this admirer person is.” Derek did a spit take and started coughing. “Whoa, you ok?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. But maybe you should just let this play out? See if he reveals himself to you?”

“Derek, I just want to know who it is so I can tell him I’m not interested. There’s only one guy who’s attention I want and he seems to not really care.”

“Sweetness, Reid is a great guy just a little awkward and shy when it comes to ladies, you might try being a bit more obvious about it,” he teased. You furrowed your brow and slowly turned your head toward him. 

“How did you know I have a crush on Spencer?”

“I’m a profiler and I’m really good at my job.” Derek replied.

“Yeah sometimes I forget what we do for a living.”

“And the fact that Penelope can’t keep her mouth shut,” he muttered quietly to himself. Just not quiet enough.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing!”

“I’m going to kill her!” you growled and stormed off toward Penelope’s office. 

“No no no, wait!” Derek shouted as he chased after you. You tore the door open and walked in. 

“Hello my lovely, what can I do for you today?” Penelope chirped. You narrowed your eyes at her before flicking her on the side of the head. 

“OW!” she shrieked. “What was that for?” 

“I cannot believe you told Derek that I like Spencer. I told you that in confidence and you swore you wouldn’t tell another soul,” you fumed.

“Technically you told me that while you were drunk.”

“Same thing!”

“But you know I tell my chocolate thunder everything, so you should’ve expected this.”

“Ugh, my life is over,” you whined. “Spencer is still acting weird and now some stranger has sent me flowers. Can you make yourself useful and tell me who sent those at least?”

“I take offense to that comment!”

“Who told shared a secret that she swore she would take to the grave?”

“Fine,” she muttered, “but I already know who sent them. I looked it up earlier.”

“Then who is it?”

“It’s uh, Brian in payroll,” 

“Brian in payroll?”

“Mhm,” she mumbled, twisting a piece of hair around her finger.

“Uh huh, does Brian in payroll have a last name?” you asked crossing your arms.

“Yes, yes he definitely does.”

“Yeah? What it is then?”

“Well, I can tell you that it is most certainly not Morgan or Garcia.”

“Penelope,” you groaned. “Why would you do that?”

“I’m just trying to spice it up, you know force our dearest doctor’s hand.”

“Yes and in doing that you’ve managed to scare him. He took off fifteen minutes ago,” you grumbled flopping down in the chair beside her. 

“Aw, sweets it’s gonna be ok.”

“My life is over.”

“Hey look on the bright side, at least you got some bitchin flowers,” she said trying to lighten the mood. You lifted your head and glared at her.

“Not funny.” 

“(Y/N), you need to get back to your desk and take a look at this,” Derek said as he walked into Penelope’s office.

“And you! You knew she was going to do this and you didn’t stop her,” you growled and stalked over to him, poking his chest. 

“As upset as you are right now, I really think you should just go back to your desk. You might like what you find,” Derek replied pushing your hand away. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“If this is another part of this BS plan you two have going on, I’m going to kill you both,” you grumbled, stalking down the hallway. 

“What are you doing?” Penelope whispered at Derek, as they followed you. 

“Just watch,” he replied with a smug look on his face. You were expecting to see yet another bouquet of flowers that the two of them had sent to you, but you certainly weren’t expecting this. Your desk was scattered with various pieces of paper and rose petals. A large white teddy bear was sitting in your chair with a bouquet of gardenias nestled in its arms and a bag of (Y/F/C) tucked in beside it. You stood rooted in place out of surprise until Derek gave you a slight nudge. You walked forward and picked up one of the pieces of paper. You smiled as you recognized Spencer’s handwriting and started reading. It was a poem by Christina Rossetti, one of your favorites actually “I loved you first”. You had talked about this with Spencer months ago, when you both discovered your shared love of poetry. From the looks of it, he had managed to write down all of your favorite poems on these little notes (probably including a few of his own favorites) and put them all over your desk. You plucked the bouquet of gardenias out of the bear’s arms and smelled them. 

“Red roses traditionally symbolize love and passion while gardenias’ symbolize pure, secret love which more accurately displays how I feel about you,” Spencer mumbled from behind you. You immediately spun around and dropped the bouquet back in your chair, before throwing your arms around his neck and crashing your lips into his. He seemed to be stunned for a few seconds, before kissing you back and wrapping his arms around your waist. Hoots and hollers came from all around the office, mainly from Penelope and Emily. You separated a little breathlessly and rested your forehead against his. The pair of you were smiling from ear to ear. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream,” he muttered closing his eyes. 

“Nope,” you replied popping the “p”, “I’m real.”

“So I take it you like me too or else I think you’ve been sending some very mixed signals.” You chuckled and kissed him again. 

“Does that answer your question?” you asked, after you’d pulled back. 

“I think it does, and to think I had a whole speech planned out to make you at least go on one date with me,” he replied scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. You just shook your head and smiled at him.

“That’s so sweet, but how on earth did you have time to set this up? I couldn’t have been gone more than fifteen minutes,” you said, turning slightly to look at your desk,

“14 minutes and 23 seconds actually, but I’ve had the notes sitting in my bag for about a week now,” he told you. 

“Ok, that’s enough, back to work all of you,” Hotch said, commotion having finally drawn him out of his office. There was a collective “sorry” muttered from around the office, before Hotch turned his attention to the two of you. “Do we need to have a conversation or can I trust that this isn’t going to affect work?”

“I think we’re good,” you answered. 

“Good, now I need to call Dave and inform him that he owes me twenty bucks as do the two of you,” Hotch chuckled motioning JJ and Emily. The two women groaned slightly before reaching for their purses. 

“Wait, what?” Spencer asked raising an eyebrow, keeping his arms wrapped around your waist. 

“To make a long story short, we started a pool going for how long it would take the two of you to get together after three months of watching the two of you flirt. I had yesterday, Hotch had today, Rossi had tomorrow, and JJ had next Monday,” Emily explained as she walked up the stairs and handed the money to Hotch, who gladly pocketed it and went back in his office to presumably call Rossi who was off on vacation time. 

“I cannot believe this! How many people in this office are invloved in our love lives?” you cried in frustration, even though you were smiling. 

“Wait, who else is involved in our love life?” Spencer asked, looking down at you confused. 

“And that’s our cue to run chocolate thunder,” Penelope muttered, as she took off running dragging Derek along behind her. You shook your head and laughed, all irritation suddenly vanishing. 

“Wonder what that was about,” Reid thought out loud, as you unwound from his arms and moved all his gifts out of your chair. 

“Don’t worry about it, just remind me to tell Brian from payroll to send her some flowers,” you told him. He looked very confused but just shrugged and kissed your forehead. You grinned up at him, knowing that this was the start of one of the best times in your life. 

6

Good night,” I whisper to the bow in my hand and feel it go still. I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock. “Let me go!” I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.

I can’t,” he says.

home sweet home; andreil
  • I can’t help but think a lot about Neil and Andrew just doing domestic, mundane, couple things.
  • Neil and Andrew at the grocery store. Neil noticing Andrew’s stocking up on all the sugary foods and beverages he can get his hands on, so he wanders off to the veggies and health food aisles to make sure Andrew balances his diet. “No more ice cream breakfasts, okay?” Neil says, when Andrew just shoots him a blank stare, Neil shrugs. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m just trying to keep your inevitable risk of diabetes at bay.” Andrew barely blinks. “You’re diabetes,” he mumbles. At this, Neil breaks into a small, slightly teasing smile, “Besides, I want you to cook for me.” “And I want you to shut up,” Andrew replies, dryly. “I guess neither of us are going to get what we want.” Despite this, slowly, steadily, Andrew does start improving his eating habits, and when he realizes that Neil is a disaster with an electric lighter after he almost burns down their kitchen twice, Andrew begins cooking for him on the regular. Neil always ends up staring at him while he cooks, and Andrew pretends like it doesn’t affect him, like it doesn’t make him hyperaware of his every move. Bee suggests new recipes to him every weekend, and Andrew begins to cook so surprisingly often that Neil would never dare say it aloud, but he swears that Andrew might actually be enjoying it.
  • Neil gives Andrew a shoulder massage on the really bad days and distracts his mind with talks of the latest additions to the Fox lineup and how he thinks they need to up their game if they want to succeed. This is new. This feels new. Andrew is not used to this sort of thing and has trouble at first, tensing up against Neil’s touch almost immediately, and so Neil knows to be extra careful. This is alien territory for both of them because Neil has never known how to be gentle and Andrew has never known gentleness, but it turns out that Neil’s really good with his hands. Eventually, Andrew leans his head back against Neil’s stomach as he kneads the tension out of his muscles and just lets go. It’s difficult at first, because the last time Andrew allowed himself to be this defenseless, this bodily loose and relaxed… No. This was different. This was Neil. Neil would cross himself out a thousand times over at even the mere idea of hurting him. He was okay. He was… He was safe. After giving him a massage, Neil leans in to kiss Andrew’s neck, but before he has the chance, Andrew’s already flipped him over and straddling him, “Yes or no?” he mumbles gruffly, but Neil’s already choking out a hoarse, breathless fuck yes as Andrew runs his hands up his arms and entwines their fingers before entrapping him under his body with a vehement, sealing kiss that leaves them both gasping for breath. 
  • Andrew falling ill with the flu and insisting that he doesn’t get sick, even as he’s coughing up his lungs and running a high fever. Neil doesn’t buy into his bullshit for one second and insists on dragging him to the doctor’s office. That’s when Andrew quietly admits his loathing of doctors, stemming from a general distrust of society and never having been to one before. Whenever he got sick before, he would just take care of it on his own. And then he had Abby. Neil insists that despite Abby’s qualifications, Andrew needed to go see a real doctor. Neil successfully wears him down and they end up visiting the doctor together. In the waiting room, Andrew is crushing Neil’s hand so tight Neil knows it’s going to leave a bruise. Neil doesn’t care. He managed to convince Andrew to make the trip. That’s all that matters.
  • Whenever the Foxes come to visit them, Andrew cleans out the entire house. Makes sure every surface is scrubbed and not a thing is out of place. He makes them all take their shoes off at the doorstep and warns Nicky he’ll make him bleed if he hoists his legs up on the recently polished coffee table.
  • Andrew and Neil working out together, and Neil once again, being flabbergasted by just how much weight this boy can lift. It feels like some strange metaphor for all of Neil’s baggage he took at face value and handled like a rock. “You’re staring again,” Andrew points out, sitting there in a muscle t-shirt, his skin slick with sweat, his blond tufts pulled back by a thin black bandana, performing a 180kg deadlift like it’s practically nothing. “Yeah,” Neil manages. “Get used to it already.”
  • The two of them getting away for the weekend from everyone and everything. Driving, driving, halting at terribly lit gas stations in the middle of nowhere to buy cigarettes and soda, star-gazing on the roof of the Maserati, Andrew knowing every constellation by heart, Neil gaping at him in quiet, captivated awe. The two of them falling asleep in dingy motel rooms after making messy love. The comfort in the little things and just purely enjoying one another’s existence, one another’s presence. Neil’s head on Andrew’s shoulder, Andrew pressing a kiss to the pulse point of Neil’s throat, Neil fiddling with Andrew’s hair, Andrew shivering when Neil bites promises into his neck, Andrew’s hands underneath Neil’s shirt, killing his scars with his kisses.
  • Listen I could go on forever but I need to STOP.

keith: i just. i love my boyfriend so much. he’s so beautiful, and kind, and he’s such a good person with such a good heart and i’m so lucky to be dating him and i’m so lucky that he’s a part of my life. i think, if he was never a part of my life, i’d probably be a really sad person. he’s the best. he makes me so happy and i’m so happy he exists and!! i love my boyfriend

lance, blushing: babe!! i can hear you!!

keith: i know :)

lance, hiding his face in his hands: aaaaaa!!!! i love you too!!! aaaaa!!!

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sixofcrowsnw challenge (take two) week 1: best moment of your otp | nina x matthias 

Nina was curled up next to Matthias on the couch, her head resting on his shoulder, her feet tucked beneath her, fingers stained with strawberry juice. He felt strange sitting this way, in Fjerda, even a husband and his wife showed little affection in public. They held hands and might dance at a public ball. But he liked it, and though he could not quite relax, he couldn’t bear the thought of her moving away from him.

Dean is looking at the bowl while he mixes the batter for the pancakes, but he steals some glances at Cas, who is making coffee for the two of them and Sam, who will wake up in a while. Dean watches Cas, still trying to make sure that this is real, that Cas came back to life, that Dean finally told him that he loved him and kissed him the moment Cas opened his beautiful blue eyes, that they made love last night and fell asleep together, holding each other.

Dean saw Cas die in front of him. He saw the burnt wings on the ground. He felt his lifeless body when he held him and prayed to anyone who was listening to bring him back. Dean thought he had lost Cas forever, that the man he loved wasn’t going to come back. But he came back, like he always does.

Cas is human now, but he is back, that’s all that matters to Dean. He watches him again, smiling at the way Cas looks at the coffee machine, as if making coffee was a serious task. It doesn’t take too long for Castiel to notice Dean’s eyes on him. Usually, Dean would have looked away and pretend that he wasn’t staring, but he doesn’t have to pretend anymore, but he wishes he could be able to hide the tears he is willing to shed.

“Dean?” Castiel asks, worry slipping into his voice and into his face.

Dean simply shakes his head and smiles, weakly, his upper lip trembling at the memory of Cas dying.

I almost lost him forever, Dean thinks. I saw his dead body. I felt it. I saw his wings on the ground. He was dead.

“Dean,” Castiel repeats. He cups Dean’s face and turns him around slowly, until they are face to face and he presses their foreheads together. “What’s wrong?”

Dean leans into the touch and looks into his blue eyes. “Is this real? Are you really here? Are you alive?”

Castiel’s face softens. His hands pull away from Dean’s face and they grab Dean’s hands. He moves one of them towards his chest, pressing Dean’s palm against where his heart is, and Dean feels it beating. Dean inhales sharply as he feels Cas’ heart under his palm, shouting with every beat that he is alive. He closes his eyes and some tears trace down his face, cooling on their way down to his chin. Castiel moves Dean’s other hand and places it on his cheek, and Dean caresses his stubble, feeling his warmth on his skin and the familiar burn of his stubble.

“Yes, Dean. This is real. I’m really here and I’m alive,” Castiel answers.

Dean opens his eyes and smiles. He kisses him, still feeling Cas’ heart beating under his palm. Cas’ hands hold him, pressing their bodies together as they kiss, but Dean doesn’t let go his hand from Castiel’s chest.

This is real. He is alive. And he is with me.

haikyuu!! fic rec

i’ve been consuming unreasonable amounts of hq!! fic these past few months… here’s a rec list of ~70 fics for 16 ships. 

(edit: if the links aren’t working, right-click to open the fic in a new tab. sorry;;)

❤ = favorite

❤ ❤ ❤ = god-tier 

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Bokuto/Akaashi (otp: my head, his heart)

the better boyfriend battle by norio (M)  ❤

Summary:  It’s two days after their first date anniversary, so Bokuto ruins Akaashi’s life.

i put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight by carafin (G)  ❤

Summary:  In which Bokuto Kotarou is woefully inept at conveying his feelings, and Akaashi Keiji has a sort-of superpower. Sort of.

Karma by dgalerab (T)

Summary: Akaashi pulls a muscle and Bokuto offers to help him with yoga. Akaashi knows a bad idea when he sees it, and he really only agrees because he’s suddenly acquired a deeply rooted desire to see Bokuto do yoga.For multiple reasons.

Maybe We’re Airborne, Baby by sterlinglee (T)

Summary: Realizing he’s got it bad for his setter is the easy part. Getting his feelings across might be the hardest thing Bokuto’s ever done, not counting his literature final or putting out the flames on that birthday cake he tried to bake for Akaashi last year, or—or a lot of things, actually.But the point still stands. Reaching out to Akaashi is a leap in the dark, and he wants it more than he’s ever wanted anything (especially the smoking remains of a cake he baked before he really understood his feelings, but knew that it’s what you attempt with your own two hands that matters).

snowflakes by arsenicjay (T)

Summary: Bokuto is a simple wizard with simple needs; a nice date, a little romance, and he’s all good to go.Or, Akaashi and Bokuto spend a day in Hogsmeade just before Christmas.

stating the obvious by ThinkingCAPSLOCK (G)

Summary:  There’s a lot of things Bokuto isn’t sure about now that he’s in university. His program, his new team, his future. There’s only one thing he’s absolutely sure of. He is not dating Akaashi Keiji. Not even a little bit.

Year-Round Love by masi (G)

Summary:  In his first year of university, Bokuto realizes that he really adores Akaashi.

Rest of the rec list under the cut!

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Moriel - A Court of Mist and Fury

“Azriel’s head lifted from where he was sprawled in his own blood, eyes full of rage and pain as he snarled at the king, ‘Don’t you touch her.’ Mor looked at Azriel – and there was real fear there. Fear – and something else. She didn’t stop moving until she again kneeled beside him and pressed a hand to his wound. Azriel hissed – but covered her bloody fingers with his own.”

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Pastel Eddie

“Sweetie you don’t have to do this,” Richie mumbled into Eddies ear. Normally, Eddie would give a shudder in reaction to Richie sweet talking him, but he was filled to the brim with nerves at the moment, not being able to concentrate.

He had seen his boyfriend get a handful of tattoos and piercings in the one year of his first tattoo; piercings in both of his ears, one nose stud, and tattoos he can count with both hands. But Eddies skin has remained pure, soft and supple to the very touch. But he wasn’t getting a tattoo anyway. He was getting a tongue piercing.

Eddie was initially excited at first, but he was now drowning in dread. He was used to doctors unnecessarily pricking his skin with needles but that doesn’t mean he liked them. He hated them with a burning passion.

They sat in the back of a dingy, rundown parlor in a town just across Derry. Richie knew a guy, who had done all his tattoos previously, that was actually very trustworthy. If he trusted him to do Eddie a procedure than he must be really great.

Eddie wanted to have a piercing just to see what the hype was all about. He wanted to know why so many people not only loved it but loathed it as well; he was extremely curious.

“I know I don’t Rich, but I want to,” Eddie murmured, busying himself with locs of Richie’s curls. He can’t remember the last time Richie got a haircut, but he wasn’t exactly complaining. He liked to run his hands through his boyfriends long hair when they cuddled, holding him close and distracting himself. Despite Richie usually being boisterous, he could be soft and romantic and calm. Eddie appreciates that.

Before Richie could respond, his friend, Tim, came into the room, wheeling in a cart with the needed supplies for a tongue piercing. Clamps and needles were placed cleanly on a small towel. What looked to be numbing spray was also on the cart with the the other items.

Eddie whimpered minutes later when Tim got the right place to do the piercing, targeting the exact place with a bright purple marker.

“Hey pal can you cup this in half?” Tim asked, handing Eddie a thin, green, plastic paper which looked like it belonged in a dentist office. He immediately folded it, getting the hint to tuck it close to his chest.

Eddie stuck out his tongue when he saw Tim take out the spray and shook it, who sprayed several times on his tongue. A weird sensation took over, and he couldn’t help but let it stick out like some puppy; Richie found it oddly cute.

“Now the exciting part,” Tim exclaimed, taking out the clamps and needles, and he crouched down in front of Eddie. Before he could register it, his tongue was clamped tightly and several needles came and went, replaced by a light pink ball piercing.

His tongue felt weird. He was passed a freezing water bottle a moment later and started to drink from off the bat.

“You did great baby, you’re so brave!” Richie said, hugging Eddie close. Eddie giggled and took a sip from his drink.

“It’s so weird, I’m gonna swallow my tongue!” Eddie stated and Richie chuckled but then smirked. “You can swallow something else later if you want,” and got a punch in the shoulder instead. The boyfriends laughed and got ready to leave, but that had to pay first though.

“As your handsome, breathtaking, gorgeous, beautiful,” Richie started saying but Eddie knocked him with his elbow, but he laughed anyway. “As your amazing boyfriend, I’ll pay for your first piercing.”

“And my last,” Eddie chirped and Richie put his hand over his heart, looking pained. “You don’t wanna get nipple piercings with me baby boy?”

Eddie cackled and shook his head no and Richie smiled at him, and ruffled his hair, muttering a ‘cute,’ under his breath. Eddie blushed slightly as Richie paid. Tim asked him if he knew how to clean the piercing and Richie snorted. Eddie researched hundreds of cleaning ways, so he nodded fast in confirmation.

After they were done, they got into Richie small trunk. Eddie couldn’t even get buckled before Richie attacked his lips with his, pulling Eddies smaller body close to his. Eddie put his arms around Richie’s neck, hugging him.

After Richie started prodding at Eddies lips with his tongue, Eddie shook his head no. “Can’t so soon, gotta give it at least a week before making out,” he explained and Richie frowned.

“Hey, It’s just gonna be one week alright?” Eddie said and pecked Richie’s freckled cheek.

“Okay,” Richie drawled out teasingly. “Get back in your seat okay love, let’s go home,” he finished off and started driving.

Despite the odd feeling on his tongue, he loved the familiar feeling of his boyfriends hand resting comfortably on his thigh, the other on the wheel.


//They’re 16 in this and 16 year olds make out, no one flip a table okay? 👍

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the fact that lance looks to keith for guidance even when shiro is present really shows how their relationship has developed since the beginning of season one, and it’s pretty evident that their bond has strengthened in shiro’s absence. in this scene, shiro is clearly trying to take control of the situation, but lance chooses to ignore his orders and puts his trust in keith instead. this is also very indicative of how lance’s character has grown over the past few episodes—at the beginning of the season, he’s skeptical about keith piloting the black lion, but quickly comes to accept and embrace him as their leader. similarly, keith comes to rely on lance through the fact that lance acts not only as his right-hand man, but also as his impulse control when he gets too carried away with an objective. it’ll be interesting to see how their relationship progresses from here

OTP force
  • Person A: *a Star Wars fan*
  • Person B: *not a Star Wars fan*
  • Person B: can you hand me my drink?
  • Person A: no, your not incapable.
  • Person B: *pouts* fine I will get it myself! *reaches hand out like they are using the force*
  • Person A: what are yo- *realizes what they're doing* this is why I love you.. *sighs and hand person B his/her drink*
  • Person B: *smugly* I know *sips drink*
  • Person A: * dies a little in the inside*

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fic prompt: Isak married even, a moment between Isak and his best buddy/man Jonas before the vows

“Man, I can’t believe you made it to twenty-four without learning how to tie a fucking tie. What the hell,” Jonas says, rolling his eyes. And it’s not like Isak can’t do it by himself—he’s just so nervous that his fingers had felt like lead. But he’s about to marry the love of his life, and that should be an excuse. Even always has this effect on him, no matter how many years they’ve spent together. It’ll be a dark day when the mere thought of Even doesn’t make Isak feel like a fumbling mess again, seventeen years old and learning what it felt like to fit in his own skin for the first time.

Isak takes a deep breath. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t get sentimental until the vows. Even’s no doubt going to be sappy as hell, and all Isak has is a sweaty index card tucked into his jacket. He’s written and rewritten them, but no words can ever capture all that Even means to him. Isak isn’t sure he even knows the full extent of it yet, not when they have years ahead to figure it out.

Jonas must sense his mood, because he chuckles as he puts the finishing touches on Isak’s tie. “Who would’ve guessed you’d be the first one out of all of us to get married?”

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‘I didn’t fall in love, I was thrown into it’ - prompt from the lovely @sfjessii!

i’ve never really written the alec + maryse dynamic so i apologize if this came out totally shit 💜

“I should be home in a few hours. I’m sorry; it seems like it’s becoming a common trend to miss dinner.”

“Don’t worry, Alexander; I understand. You’ve got an entire Institute resting on those lovely, broad shoulders of yours.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?”

“I’ll be here.” Magnus’ tone was bright and cheerful, and though it was undeniably an exaggeration purely for his benefit, Alec appreciated it.

“I miss you,” he murmured, his tone warm and dripping sincerity like honey from his lips.

“I’ve been counting down the minutes since you called,” Magnus mused. “We’re down to one hundred and sixteen by my calculations.”

Leaning against the stained glass window, tracing the ridges in the glass with his thumb, Alec smiled to himself. “I think we can manage that.”  He paused, wanting just a moment to indulge in relishing the warm feeling blooming in his chest. With a soft sigh of disdain, he said with displeasure, “I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta get back to work. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Until then, Mr. Lightwood,” Magnus teased, his tone lowered an octave in faux solemnity.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Just as Alec pulled the phone away from his ear, there was a soft knock on the door of his office. Maryse peeked her head in, one hand on the door. “Is now a bad time?”

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