of gray

I started working on this coloring last week but since my wrist started hurting and i had tons of school work, I stopped but now I finished! It’s actually a bit swollen but yolo🤗😂 The quarter still hasn’t ended but I’m almost done with my exams so I can finally start posting everyday and maybe do some requests and collabs again❤ Changing how I color a bit cause why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ © @keiid for this beautiful lineart!😻

2

“You never visited me in the Silent City. The others all came. Tessa and Jem, Henry and Charlotte. But not you. You are not forgiving, Will.”

“No.” He said it because it was true, and because part of the reason he had never liked Jessamine was that in some ways she reminded him of himself. “Jem is the forgiving one.”

And yet I always liked you better.” Her eyes darted over his face thoughtfully. “Oh, no, not like that. Don’t think it. But the way you hated yourself … I understood that. Jem always wanted to give me a chance, as Charlotte did. But I do not want the gifts of generous hearts. I want to be seen as I am. And because you do not pity me, I know if I ask you to do something, you will do it.”

  • Wendy: Erza, how do miracles happen?
  • Erza: Wait, I’ll show you.
  • (Natsu and gray are fighting)
  • Erza: Im going to count to three… And you’ll be sitting before me like puppies… and both of you shall wear a t-shirt saying “I’m Erza’s little monster”
  • (Natsu and gray continue to fight)
  • Erza: 1…
  • (Natsu and gray stop fighting.)
  • Erza: 2…
  • (Natsu and gray come back with pigtails and a t-shirt saying “Erza’s little monster”, they both sit in front of her.)
  • Wendy: Woah, erza! That was-
  • Erza: Okay, now let’s go to the guild hall so I can show you a miracle.
Something To Talk About

Spencer Reid x Reader

“Aqua…. I need aqua!” You’d been dancing with your two best friends for the past thirty minutes and you desperately needed a drink. “You guys want anything?”

“Nah Y/N, we’re good.”

You weaved your way through the crowds to the bar seeing a familiar face at a table not too far away. Spencer Reid, accompanied by some friends.

Spencer often came into the book store you worked at, and after the first few transactions you’d started making conversation with him, you both bonding over your love of books.

You looked forward to his visits, he was one of the few guys that didn’t try to hit on you constantly, although he was also one of the few that you wouldn’t mind if he did.

Not wanting to interrupt, you caught Spencers eye, giving him a quick smile. Both him and the dark skinned male sat next to him smiled back, the other man nudging Spencer.

“Hey hey…. Guess someone’s seen something they like,” Derek nudged Spencer, eyeing up the cute girl who had just flashed him a grin.
“I am so gonna get myself some of that.”

“Who? The girl at bar?” Spencer knew she wasn’t smiling at Morgan, for once someone was smiling at him. He knew her outside of work, she worked at a little book store only a few streets away from his apartment. She was nice.

Once he’d actually plucked up the courage to start talking to her he’d discovered they shared a lot of similar interests. He’d spotted her dancing earlier with her friends but didn’t want to interrupt. Plus, he knew if the rest of the team saw him talking to a pretty girl he’d never hear the end of it.

Spencer watched as Morgan slid off his bar stool heading over to Y/N, the rest of the team’s eyes watching him to see if she’d be another notch added to his bed post.

He returned a few minutes later, “Chic says she’s got a boyfriend. Lucky guy, hitting that.”

Spencer laughed out loud. Y/N didn’t have a boyfriend. It was only yesterday he’d been talking to her when he’d gone to collect some books he had on order. He’d asked her what plans she had that weekend, and Y/N had responded that aside from seeing her friends tonight, her only other date was with Oliver.

“Oliver, your boyfriend?“ he’d tried to ask casually.

“Oh god no, he’s my cat. I’m single,” she’d chuckled.

Morgan had just been shot down, and that did not happen very often at all.

“What?” Morgan turned to Spencer.

“Nothing, just sounds like you’ve been fed a line,” Spencer smirked.

“Seriously kid? Pretty girl like that, of course she’s taken.”

Reid scoffed, glancing over at the bar where Y/N was in conversation with one of the female bartenders. They both glanced over at Derek and laughed. She looked again catching Spencer’s eye once more and raising her eyebrows at him and grinning.

“I definitely think you’ve just been shot down,” Spencer had an idea. One that he hoped would work, otherwise he’d end up looking foolish. Still if it did work the look on Morgan face would be priceless.

“You think you can do better Pretty Boy?”

“Actually yeah I do.”

The rest of the team looked on in disbelief as their resident genius downed his drink and hopped off his stool, pushing through the crowds.

Their jaws dropped even further when a few minutes later, the girl leaned upwards giving Spencer a quick peck on the lips before taking his hand and leading him through the crowds and out of the doors, Spencer glancing back giving Morgan a huge smirk as he did.

“What the actual f…..?” Morgan couldn’t believe it.

“Well looks like Reid’s actually getting some tonight. Don’t worry my chocolate thunder, I still love you.”

The rest of the team fell about laughing as Penelope tried to reassure him.

You saw Spencer making his way towards you as the guy he was with returned back to his seat.

You felt bad for telling him you had a boyfriend, but he really wasn’t your type. And you’d found that lying about having a partner was just easier than trying to think of some witty come back.

“Hey you,” you smiled at him when he was close enough to talk to.

“Hey Y/N.” He grinned back.

“Gotta be honest, wasn’t expecting to see you here Dr Reid.”

He shrugged, “I get dragged along with them sometimes. It’s alright.”

“So, take it he’s one of your teammates?” You nodded over to the table where Spencer had come from, the rest of the people there staring at you both with open mouths.

Spencer nodded at you, “Can I ask you a favour Y/N. You don’t have to….”

“Is it anything to do with the rest of your table who are looking over here like they’ve seen Elvis Presley and Marilyn Monroe?”

“Yep, Morgan said you’d told him you had a boyfriend and I may have laughed.”

“Cos you knew it was a lie.” You remembered your conversation from the previous day, pleased he’d remembered something you’d told him.

He nodded, “Morgan asked if I thought I could do better. Would you mind just walking out of here with me? If doesn’t have to be for long, just so I can see the look on Morgan’s face.”

“Providing you help me find a cab then I’m game.”

You were ready to go anyway, your feet hurting from the heels you were wearing. You pulled your cell out, texting the girls that you were leaving.

“Are you sure?”

“Yep, come on. Let’s give them something to talk about.”

You stood up, giving him a light kiss on his lips, barely touching him before grabbing his hand and leading him through the crowds.

Exiting the bar, you waited until you were a few doors down before you stopped walking, turning to Spencer and seeing the biggest grin on his face.

“Did you get what you wanted?”

“Yes oh my god, the look on his face was brilliant.” He laughed, his eyes crinkling and his face lighting up, “Thank you so much.”

“Happy to help. So now they all think you’re getting some right?”

Spencer nodded, “Yep and the fact that you shot Morgan down before me makes this a million times better. You’re awesome for playing along.”

“I know I am. Listen, I don’t actually live that far. Would you mind walking me? There’s a late night cafe open a few doors down from me. We could maybe get a coffee? Or you could come back to mine for a beer?” You took a chance, wondering if it would pay off.

Spencer looked surprised at your offer, before clearing his throat. “Erm sure. That sounds great.”

“Great.”

You started walking showing him the way, him offering his arm out like the perfect gentleman you knew he would be.

Slipping your arm through his you asked, “So the cafe or my place?”

“Whichever. Either is good with me?” He still sounded unsure.

“My place it is then.”

Maybe he was going to get some after all.

8

s02e17: Distress