“I told you guys to watch his margarita intake, so really, you people brought this upon yourselves.” You tucked your phone into your back pocket as you approached Niall and Louis. “I hate to say I told you so, but I-”
“Yeah, yeah. We know, you’re always right. Can you jus’ go in t’ere and deal with him?” Niall snorted, tugging you into the hotel room and pointing to the direction of the couch. “I managed to pry him off of me after about twenty minutes of forced cuddle time.”
“The more you fight him the tighter he’ll snuggle you.” You clicked your tongue, making your way over to the couch and smiling softly at your clearly drunk boyfriend. He looked like he was asleep, but you really couldn’t tell because he had his sunglasses on… Why did he have his sunglasses on?
“Harry…” You trailed off, receiving nothing as a response. Maybe he had conked out for the night. Of course, you had spoken too soon because before you knew it, his sunglasses started wiggling up and down, a lazy smile growing on Harry’s face.
“Oh my god, it’s my girlfriend!” Harry snickered, the arm hanging off the edge of the couch reaching out and wrapping around your thigh. “Tha’s right, you’re my girlfriend…”
“That’s what he said to me an hour ago! I can’t believe I lost a boyfriend so quickly.” Niall teased, laughing lightly when Harry’s arm jolted causing you to nearly fall forward.
“C’mon, Harry. Time to get up. I was about to take a bath so you’re lucky I walked down the hall to get you.” You poked his cheek before turning to look at Niall.
“Will you at least help me- Ow, Harry!” You paused when you felt Harry bite down on your finger, a giggle slipping past his lips afterward. “Will you at least help me carry him back if he doesn’t budge?”
“I’m way too tired for t’at, Y/N. I’m sure you can manage. You’re a strong girl.” Niall yawned, looking ready to pass out as well.
“Louis, how about-” Louis had already fallen asleep and was snoozing away looking awfully comfortable on the sofa chair. Obviously, this was going to be a one-woman job.
“Harry, get up!” You frowned, letting out a huff when Harry chewed on your finger in response. “What can I say to make you get your ass up?” You pushed Harry’s arm off your leg before bending down so that you were face to face with him. “Hm?”
“Tell me what I wanna hear, baby…” Harry purred, a hand reaching up to pat at your face.
“You’re gonna have to tell me what you wanna hear. What do you want?”
“Y’know wha’ yeh haven’t done in a while that I really wan’ you t’ do?” Harry perked up, lowering his sunglasses until they were on the tip of his nose.
“Wan’ you t’ ride my-”
“Hey! Okay, okay. We don’t- You don’t have to finish that sentence.” You clamped a hand over Harry’s mouth, looking over your shoulder to see if Niall was still in the room. (He was. But he was on his phone, so maybe he didn’t hear.)
“Oh, please, Y/N? Yeh haven’t done it in so long and- and a man needs to be dominated once in a while, you feel?” Harry hiccuped, flopping back down on the couch before pouting at you. “I’m not leavin’ till you agree.”
“Harry- I- You can’t blackmail me into-” Again, you glanced over your shoulder before turning back and leaning closer to Harry. “You can’t blackmail me into bloody riding you.”
“I know yeh wan’ to, though. Cos you can’t get enough of my dic-”
“For cryin’ out loud, Y/N. Give t’e man what he wants!” You jumped when Niall spoke up from behind you, your cheeks growing red as you got up from your knees. For the record, it had been a while since you… You know. And the idea of… you know… sounded kind of nice?
“Fine! But he’s not getting up anytime soon so it’s not going to be happening-”
“No, no! I’m walking, I’m going.” Harry hiccuped, pushing himself off the couch before stumbling towards the door but not before turning and shooting finger guns in your direction. “You’re gonna get it t’night, love. Jus’ wait and see.” He hummed, leaning against the frame of the door with a wide grin.
“Alright, Ni. I’ll see you in the morning. Make sure Louis gets into bed.” You patted the top of Louis’ head gently before turning to walk towards Harry, only to realize he had fallen asleep in the span of twenty seconds.
Looks like you weren’t going to get it tonight, after all.
Tony walked into his bedroom, ready to kick off his shoes and collapse into bed, but stopped short when his heart attempted to beat its way out of his chest.
The source of his distress was lying on his bed, buck naked apart from a strategically placed shield covering his modesty. “Happy birthday, Mr. Stark,” Steve said with a salacious smile.
Tony let out an undignified wheezing sound and groped around for something to hold himself up on. He eventually found the back of a chair, and grasped it firmly, eyes running over Steve from the delicate tips of his toes to the soft fluffy bangs of his hair.
“Steve… whu… err… what… are you doing?” he asked breathlessly.
“Well, see, I was talking with the team,” Steve said smoothly. “We were discussing what to get you for your birthday.”
“You don’t have to get me anything-” he said, feeling himself flushing, eyes drawn to the elegant curve of Steve’s calves.
“I know we don’t have to, but we wanted to. I wanted to. But I couldn’t think of anything to buy you that you don’t already have. What do you get the man who has everything?”
Tony nodded along dumbly, trying not to stare at Steve’s thick, juicy thighs.
“So Bruce said that I get you something personal and from the heart, and then Clint suggested that I should show up on your bed naked. It… it seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Clint suggested?” Tony felt a little woozy but made a mental note to give Clint a raise.
“Oh God. I misjudged this, didn’t I? I thought you and I, we had, umm, an understanding, but I think I made a mistake. I’m terribly sorry, Tony, I’ll just leave and then we can never speak of this again-”
“NO,” yelped Tony frantically. “I mean. It’s fine. You’re here now. Do you want to stay? If you’d like to stay, that would be, umm, absolutely okay with me.”
“Yeah?” Steve ducked his head bashfully and Tony admired the graceful arc of his neck.
Steve relaxed a little, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Sam mentioned to me that. Uhh. You might sort of… like me?”
Sam, that dirty rotten traitor! That was the last time Tony was going to share anything personal with him.
“And the rest of the team, well, they sort of agreed.”
“You discussed my attraction to you with the entire team?” Tony couldn’t even say he was surprised at this point. He thought he’d been subtle about his embarrassingly intense crush, but apparently not. This is what you get for inviting a bunch of superspies and highly trained agents to live in your house.
“In fact, they sort of discussed it with me. Natasha’s exact words were ‘If you don’t make a move soon, Steve, then I’m going to do it for you.’ and I thought I better, umm, spare us that? I didn’t think it would be much fun to have a date forced on us by the scariest woman Russia ever produced.”
“Yep, good call with that one.” Tony shuddered. “And they’re not wrong. I do like you Steve, and I have for a while.” Tony forced the words out while looking at the ceiling, trying not to get distracted by all that skin, but when he glanced down he saw that Steve was beaming at him.
“So, uh, what do we do now?” Tony asked, tugging at his collar. Was it just him, or was it hot in here? He gazed at the strong muscle of Steve’s shoulder and let his eyes slide down to the smooth expanse of his chest, his firm abs, a sparse trail of blonde hair leading down to-
“You come over here and enjoy your present,” Steve said, shifting slightly so the shield moved until it only barely covered him.
Tony’s eyes went wide and he took a deep, steadying breath before running over and pouncing on Steve, tossing the shield to the floor with a clank. “Best. Birthday. Ever,” he said, smiling hopelessly as Steve pulled him in for a kiss.
63 with sidney crosby pleeaseee! U rock - “i really would’ve liked it if you told me your parents were coming to town.” - “I really would’ve liked it if you put underwear on before coming into the kitchen.”
“Sid. Sid. SID!”
“I’m going to pick my mom up now. We’ll be back in an hour. I love you.” You said placing a kiss on his sleeping face.
“Love you too.”
“You and Sid have a very nice place.” You mom said as she walk into your place.
“Aw that mom.”
“Is Sid here?” She asked looking around.
“He should be.” You said. “Sid! Are you home?” You called out as you walked into the kitchen.
“Yeah, babe!” Sid said as he walked into the kitchen.
“SID!” You yelled looking wide eyed at the naked man in front of you than at your mom.
“OH…Shit….SORRY!” He yelled as he cover his junk and ran to the room.
You couldn’t help but facepalm as you walked towards the room. “I’ll be right back mom.”
“I would have liked if you put on underwear before coming into the kitchen. “ You said as you closed the door
“I would’ve liked it if you told me your mom was coming into town!” He said red face.
“I did! This morning!” You laughed. “If it makes you feel better my mom looks like she enjoyed it.” You joked.
On the topic of Americans claiming to be Irish etc, I would like to tell you a hilarious/tragic story about what happens when you don't do your research. So I was working in America a few years back and one night I met some interesting people in a bar and we got chatting. Upon hearing my accent one guy went "oh my god, I'm Irish too!" (He wasn't) He started telling me about the massive new piece he'd just got done on his back to reflect his heritage. He said "it's an old Irish proverb, (1)
, ‘may the road rise to meet you’ which I think is beautiful.“ He offered to show it to me and I of course wanted to see this so he whipped off his shirt and there it was. I didn’t have the balls to tell him, and I hope he never found out what it meant because there, in massive old Irish lettering covering the length of his back, surrounded by roses were the words "An bhfuil cead agam dul go dtí an leithreas le do thoil.” (Translation: “can I go to the toilet please”) Obviously he had asked (2)
(3/3) someone to translate the phrase for him and they thought they’d have a bit of fun at the poor lad’s expense. I complimented the tattoo and made a speedy exit. To date the most hilarious party anecdote I have.
Have you read SK's latest interview? He explained his decisions about Grace and said “She is gone but not forgotten, and possibly not gone forever.” LIKE WE KNOW SHE IS DEAD BUT WTF IS THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN? I don't understand maybe he meant flashbacks or tommy will never move on completely? Idk 😭 what do you think
Oh that little chat with Roz Laws at the Birmingham Mail (x) had me absolutely fuming, anon. I don’t think anything SK could ever say would make me feel like the direction he took in s3 was justified so I acknowledge I will never be ‘pleased’ but his comment: ‘I am sorry for the upset. It’s always difficult when you have to let go a character you’ve grown fond of or who is integral, but you have to move on’ was pretty patronising, and I don’t think that he’s realised that a lot of the fan issues have to do with not *that* Grace was killed off (something I definitely expected, probably in s4), but the way in which it was done. The writing for the character felt lazily ‘off’, reducing her to a socialite wife who forgot how to take care of herself; the relationship between she and Tommy lacked nuance and pushed credibility; the Two Year Time Gap™ substituted a proper background to their situation in 3.01; she barely interacted with any of the Shelbys (which could have been interesting in a show that calls itself a saga, and is a large amount about ‘family’); she was shot in a place approximately ‘the same’ as Tommy was in 1.06 and he was allowed to live (why not make it less equivocal?); she died off screen; viewers saw no funeral; there was another woman scripted to be all ready-and-waiting, tits out, an episode later; said woman was also available in the next episode to help Tommy come to terms with his penis’ need for his dead wife via erotic asphyxiation. Oh, and there was a vagina sapphire. Annabelle was not alone in her ‘surprise’.
Sorry, that’s all been on my mind of late. I’ve accepted Grace’s death for a long time now, but I barely recognised some of what over-egged Peaky became in S3 and still feel like I need to defend my response to it somehow. Regarding SK’s little ‘maybe not gone forever’ I think we’re talking about the musical nobody seems to want and the movie Cillian didn’t seem so hot on. IDK if the suggestion came from Steven, but there was also mention of another TV series in the article. Not forgotten? I think that means a couple of series of Graceface™ as shorthand for ‘Tommy’s wistful about what he’s lost and can never have’ with possibly a few flashbacks thrown in. There are also the Grace Shelby Institute, Grace’s Secret and Charles Shelby to keep her in view.
It’s amazing to see how much we can create together, my amigos. Here’s part 4.
“Look, I might be evil but even I have standards.”
“Do your parents know you’re dating Death?” “No, I promised we wouldn’t get back together after he broke up with me the first time.”
“Wait why am I naked and covered in cheese?”
“Good god, that cake is fuckin stale and dry mate!!” “Just like how you are recently? Gee, thanks.”
"There is always time for a high-five.”
“Karen, what would ever posses you to find me here.”
“Oh my god, put that man down! Come on, let’s go get you some REAL food.”
“A demonic sugar glider?”
“People always say they never thought they would be here but I absolutely did.”
“And I thought I was a bit weird. But you! You are insane!”
“So your hair knows kung-fu? Ha, that’s nothing! MY hair knows HAIR-ATE!” (You know, as in karate) (This used to be an insider between me and a friend…)
“One day, darling, you and I are going to conquer the Universe not just our world.”
“Did you seriously think they wouldn’t notice when their humans went missing?!”
“Well, maybe next time you should consider that not everyone wants to be woken up at four in the morning by a- what IS that, anyway?!”
“Now, how exactly did your foot get stuck in the barrel?”
“I hope you realize what you’re doing. This forest never ends, you know that, right?”
“You can’t just kill someone and then make it all better by saying sorry!”
“Why the fuck is my cat levitating?!” “He said he wanted to feel what flying was”
“You’re trying to tell me you killed three men…with a microphone?”
“Hang on, are you a John Wick fan?”
“IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING!” “And?” “ I have a strict no murder rule until eight. Call me then.”
“I did realize you were going to be naked the whole time”
“Ok, I understand you like animals, but you can’t just bring a tiger into the apparent without asking!”
“I…I didn’t want you to find out like this. I’m so sorry.”
“OH MY GOD CATHERINE! I JUST SAW A NARWHAL! I’M TELLING YOU, I SAW A FREAKIN’ WHALE UNICORN!”
“I gotta go, I left my toaster in the oven!
"Why is there a gaggle of fancy buisness men on my front lawn?”
“Can you please stop referring to me as ____! That’s not my name!” “Then what is?” “I don’t know!”
*Sarcastic* “Yeah, sure. I won’t at all mind being your footslave.” “Oh, goody! I knew you’d agree!” “Wait, what?”
“When are you going to give up on this whole ‘evil’ thing?” “When it stops being so much fun!”
“You didnt say to KILL the man!” “WELL I DIDNT SAY NOT TOO”
“Mum, Dad… I’m gay.” “That’s nice, honey, but now is not the right time!”
“Take a look at your soul and consider your life choices! Oh wait, that’s right! You don’t fucking have a soul!” “Oh, god, just go drown in a bathtub of syrup why don’t ya?”
“I kindly ask you to please quit making your heart stop. It’s creeping me out!” “So… Y-You were sleeping in a coffin” “Yeah I’m used to it” “Are you a vampire or what?! How can someone get used to sleep in a coffin?” “No I’m used to sleep I never said that I’m used to sleep in a freaking coffin!”
“Darling I love you, more than I can ever express in words…. But please stop teaching chickens necromancy.”
“I wanted to know why you stole souls, not your melodramatic backstory…”
“I really wish that old white man would stop rubbing his nipples at me”
“You know it is written: Do not summon Satan, right ?”
“Look around, what is this?” “My room?” “No, this is pathetic.”
“I’ve been a professor for 20 years, and yet still my greatest secret hasn’t been revealed–I can’t read.”
“Our souls don’t belong in these 'human’ bodies, every one of us is implanted here from another galaxy, and this has been the case for a thousand years. No one knows what 'actual humans’ are like without us inhabiting them.”
“Did you just create a portal in time and space to pull another version of yourself into this world so I have to deal with another annoying idiot?” “No but thanks for the idea.”
“You’re bleeding?!” “Nah, I’m frolicing in a field of flowers - yes I’m bleeding!”
“Let me get this straight. I tell you that I make a decent omelette and you somehow equate that to qualification for piloting a spaceship?”
“It’s the weekend! Let’s hit the town! See a concert, redo our wardrobes, get high, start a crime ring, I don’t know.”
“Keep running, you’ve only got 4HP!”
“This is clearly your first time. Stop screaming already, you’ll wake the neighbors!”
“Has anyone seen the outdoors?” “What the fuck is an outdoors?”
“Why do I feel like this again, I thought we were done with this?”
“Look, as much as I like to hang out with you, I’ve gotta go and save the earth. Toodles!”
“Have you seen?… oh shit”
“Two questions: one, how many matches do you have, and two, where do you keep your socks?”
“Because fuck surveys, that’s why!”
“Stop yelling out the window or the koalas will rip your face off!”
“I guess when I heard 'Night of Debauchery’… I didn’t picture muffins on your pajamas.”
“Honey, you can’t keep throwing people to the pit of pain and despair just because they don’t like choc mint ice cream.”
“Oh, no honey, put that back…”
“It’s going to be too late, you know. It’s always too late.”
“Hey, so, uh… I’m in trouble…” “What did you do this time?” “I got stranded in Wales….. again…”
“OK, but… how do we get the dog out of a hole in space in time exactly?”
“Aren’t people supposed to grow instead of shrink ?”
“Wait. You’re aroused?” “Why would that surprise you?” “It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
"I pay your taxes”
“No, ____. We did not raise our hamster like this.”
“You can’t run from your own shadow(s), what makes you think you can run from theirs?”
“You adopted… a dog?” “Mate, that’s not a dog.”
“And at this moment, he decided to punch himself in the face.” “Narrator, listen, I know you’ve been with me my whole life, but you’re a huge jerk.”
“Why didn’t you tell me it was a portal BEFORE we ended up here?”
“Is that…the Mona Lisa.” “…Yes…” “What did I say to you about stealing priceless artifacts!?” “…That I had to take you with me next time.” “Exactly!”
“Yes, I agree, magic is pretty cool. But did you really have to use it for THIS?”
“Despite the fact that was epic, you’re still suspended”
“Chill, dad it’s not what you think it is!” “Well it looks like you’re making out with the demon your grandma banished to cellar…WHY IS HE IN YOUR ROOM?”
“If you truly love me you’ll let me-OH FUCKING HELL DID YOU JUST STAB ME!?”
“What began as a conflict over the transfer of consciousness from flesh to machines escalated into a war which has decimated a Million worlds.The ___ and the ___ have all but exhausted the the resources of a galaxy in their struggle for domination. Both sides, now crippled beyond repair, the remnants of their armies continue to battle on ravaged planets, their hatred fueled by over four thousand years of total war. This is a fight to the death. For each side, the only acceptable outcome is…“
”… I’m going back to bed. You brought it here, you can deal with the mammoth yourself.“
"Is the food supposed to be moving?”
“You mean to tell me that in the two minutes I was gone, you bombed a minor country, got married to a stripper, and assassinated a world leader?!”
“Is that a unicorn???? EATING MY BEEF JERKY?!”
“Do I get to dream about you again tonight?”
“Well now I have to change clothes AGAIN!”
“All of this was because of a… OF A PLUSHIE?!” “Well…Yeah?” “Great, how are we going to get out of jail now?!”
“So…you gonna tell me why my brother is upside down and why you’re wearing my purple thong?”
“Did you really have to burn down another Cracker Barrel?”
“Sir, that’s impossible, you can’t do that.” “IS THAT A FUCKING CHALLENGE?!?!”
“We need to invade Portugal.” “…Sure, why not?”
“Did you divide by zero?! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL US ALL”
“Stand down, Milady, this is a matter between gentlemen with mustaches.”
“Next time you get arrested I am NOT paying your bail” “That’s a lie and you know it.” “….”
“I thought you were dead.” “So did I”
“John dont flush the dog down the toilet”
“What did I say again about resurrecting dictators??”
“Cucumbers are NOT pets… what do you mean, you ate him??”
“Are you and God seriously fighting right now? And what happened to Satan?”
“Are ferrets supposed to be blue??”
“I’m the protagonist? Well I guess that explains why I look like about a thousand other people.”
“Why do I do this to myself?”
“Stop eating your tortilla chips with ketchup. It’s unattractive.”
“How do you eat an entire cheese wheel in one sitting?”
“Why are God and Satan moving in with us?”
Let’s make one more ‘100 Dialogue Prompts’ list together. Leave a comment with your prompt below. Don’t forget the double quotes “”. And as always, only one prompt per amigo! Also, here is your random Dutch word of the day: pindakaas
SKAM S04E05 Clip 5 - Imagine all the people living life in peace
ESKILD: “You’re the one called Elias, right?” EVA: Elias is your brother? ESKILD: Then I go up to him and then I stroke him, just a little bit on his side at first, then I feel like a shiver going up his spine. *Gag noises* Then he left pretty quickly, but he seemed open for more fun. CHRIS: Are you crazy? EVA: Stop! I can send you the money. CHRIS: Send me the money? What? EVA: I can send it! How much is it? Hello! CHRIS: 112. EVA: It doesn’t! CHRIS: 112 for a beer. EVA: I can give you.. CHRIS: 112,50. 112,40.. [Are you coming?] EVA: 112,40? CHRIS: Point 40. [John Lennon - Imagine] EVEN: Thank you! CHRIS: Oh my God SANA: Yeah.. CHRIS: Yeah.. SANA: Oh, I love you so much.
I’m a wee bit embarrassed,as the leader guy said “no selfies”, which doesn’t mean “no subtle pics ” to me, but he clarified that to no pics for the second half, so I’ve just got these.
Una was lovely, just a ray of sunshine, and said that Rupert was the naughtiest on set, and would nudge her (she mimed falling over) and tell rude jokes.
Jonathan I asked if he thought Anderson had a mental breakdown over Sherlock’s death/return, and he said yes absolutely, and then implied -implied only- maybe some repressed uh…feelings for Sherlock. Said “strong feelings, right from the start, not just the competitive aspect, but VERY STRONG FEELINGS” and “well we don’t know what was going on there….” He also said that he imagined Anderson now as trying to get his job back, with not much luck.
Wanda Ventam was lively and sharp as a tack, said that Ben was moving in October and described their babies (laughingly said the 4 month old boy has “alien eyes” like Ben). Briefly described Ben’s daily workouts of an hour, and what Dr. Srange producers required. Her hubby was sweet but very quiet, and said that Steven had the idea for them to be in Sherlock but ran it by Ben first.
Mark said that he always assumed they’d do more seasons, and anything else was “click bait” that he never said. I asked him - nicely!- if he thought using things like the Garridebs as throw-away references in the last episode took them if the table for future use, and he said no, and that “the big emotional moment, it’s there” or something like that (he rambles a bit), so I’m not sure if he meant the hug, or something in the future.
Major Sholto was funny and loved being there, saying repeatedly that they were a big family, as it’s the same crew,writers etc on many shows, and so he was invited in to be family, and now the convention was like a reunion 11 thousand miles from home.
Sue was smart and warm, and described trying to get another season going as “well I leave it a while, then I start calling them and saying sooo when are you free?” Also said stuff she’s said before, I’ll skip it.
Mark also said about the skull pic that the original artist was charging them a fortune so they just had Arwel make them one. Arwel pointed out that their budget was actually quite limited, and that 4.3 the “Bond lair” was his vision, and had to be done inexpensively. Sue also made some brief mention of having a small budget, so this is obv. a big thing.
Andrew Scott seemed a bit shy, like he was pushing himself past it, or maybe rather private? Great Irish(?) accent. I asked if he was thrilled to be asked back for 4.3 and he replied oh god yeah, especially with that entrance. Interestingly, he said the pool scene was never meant to be shot, it was written off-the-cuff as audition stuff, but then they liked it so much they wrote it in. Moriarity’s original line was “ that’s what people do, they grow old an die and blah blah etc” but he (Andrew) shortened it with that amazing delivery and that’s how it stayed.
Ok, must sleep now but if I remember more tomorrow I’ll post it!
I came up with a “humans as aliens” scenario on the bus and now I’m writing a story snippet.
Karikki was sitting in the ship’s mess when the most recent addition to the crew stumbled into the room and collapsed into a chair with a relieved groan, dropping her head onto the table.
“Rough shift?” ie said, making a sympathetic noise as ie broke off another piece of ir food pack.
Melanie Dupré, recently hired on as a ship’s mechanic and as of one month ago the only human crewmember of the Xanaki Star, mumbled something into the table before lifting her head so that her translator could actually be of use.
“I could swear the ventilation ducts actually hate me personally,” she said. “I’ve been running around all day.” A look of horror crossed her features then, and she groaned again, dragging her hand across her eyes. “And I left my food packs in my room. Goddamn it.”
Karikki churred soothingly. “Don’t worry about it, you can have one of ours,” ie said, getting to ir feet and digging one of the vacuum-sealed silver packs out of the pantry.
Melanie made a noise that Karikki had learned to interpret as grateful and peeled the pack open, looking down at it dubiously. “You’re sure this is okay?”
“We’re nutritionally compatible!” Karikki said. “The captain checked, before we hired you on. Just in case you ran out of your own supplies. It should be fine.”
“Okay. Thanks,” she said, breaking off a square of the compressed nutrition block and popping it into her mouth.
A look crossed her face then that it took Karikki a moment to identify: disgust, ie realized. That was disgust–which was made all the clearer when Melanie gagged and grabbed a napkin, spitting the square out into her hand. “Oh my god,” she said.
Karikki could feel ir antennae fluttering anxiously. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is that a bad texture for humans?”
Melanie wiped her mouth, scrubbing at her tongue with the side of her hand. She shook her head. “No, the texture’s fine, it’s just like one of our protein blocks. It’s the [——], I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend you, but it’s awful! How can you eat that?”
Karikki flicked ir ear. “Sorry, say that again? I think your translator cut out in the middle. It’s the what?”
Hello!! Can I ask for a friend zoned MC feeling unrequited love to the RFA + V & Unknown which ends in a "I like you god damn it" confession?? And they like you back?? Thank youuuu (: I love your blog btw
Author’s note: sorry this is so rushed I have to post Saeran/V’s separate bc this is so long || So some of these aren’t as much confessions as
they are cute, BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM NONETHELESS ♥
“To the left, MC!!!! NO, YOUR OTHER LEFT!”
You smashed the buttons of your
controller down, hoping something good would happen
I have no idea what I’m doing.
“I think I just died.”
You set your controller down and
glanced over at your best friend
His eyes were glued to the screen,
tongue sticking slightly out just like it always does when he’s focused on
The light from the monitor flashed
white and Yoosung jerked forward, causing your knees to collide
You felt your face heat up at the
skin on skin connection
“Not now, MC, I think I can win
Yoosung leaned over in front of
you, trying to get a better angle of the screen
You got a whiff of Yoosung’s shampoo and your heart skipped a beat
I don’t know how he smells this good after playing video games all day.
You involuntarily reached out and
ran your fingers through his hair
For a second you though you felt
Yoosung leaning into your touch
But that’s probably my imagination…
The screen flashed again and
Yoosung turned around to look at you
He was still leaning over on your
side, your faces now inches apart
Yoosung gave you a close eyed
…That damn smile.
When you didn’t respond to him,
“What’s wrong, MC?”
You summoned every ounce of
strength you had and closed the gap between his lips and yours
Before Yoosung could react, you
“U-Uhhh,” you looked at Yoosung’s bright
red face, “Congrats on the win?”
Do it!! Tell him how you feel!
It was just another average friend
date with Zen
You, him, a small bistro, hundreds of fans all begging to get a
picture with him
Just a normal day
“Zen, over here!!!”
“Sorry about the flash, I just
HAVE to make sure it’s a good picture.”
“Are you stupid??? ALL of Zen’s pictures are good!”
You turned to look at your friend,
who was soaking up as much of the limelight as possible
He stood up and tapped on his
glass with a fork
“Ladies, ladies, you can all get a picture with your Zenny, just be patient!”
“Since when are you theirs?” you mumbled, crossing your
Zen glanced back at you
Crap, did he hear me?
You gave him a big smile and a
That ought to throw him off his tracks.
Zen turned back to the sea of fans
“I’ll be outside in ten minutes,
so if everyone could make a line outside, that would be perfect!”
In the blink of an eye the
restaurant was empty again, a flood of screaming girls and guys retreating
outside to wait for their prince
A sigh of relief escaped your lips as Zen sat down
“Are you mad at me?”
You looked down at your food and
began messing with it
“Don’t play with your food, MC.”
He sighed, “If you aren’t going to
answer my question I’ll just go outside right now.”
Zen put his hands on the table and
started to push himself up
You grabbed his arm and pulled him
“I’m not mad at you,” you sighed, “I’m
just mad that we never get to spend time together like we used to.”
Zen put his hand on top of yours and
leaned in toward you
“What do you mean? I see you all
the time up at work!!”
You stared at his hand
He’s touching me.
He’s holding my hand.
ZEN is holDING MY FREAKING-
You awkwardly coughed and pulled
your hand away
“Y-Yeah, uh no… what were we
Zen leaned back in his chair
“Never mind… let’s just eat.”
He lifted up his glass of water to
“I love you.”
You pushed away from the table and
“You spit all over my shirt,” you
gestured down to the wet material that clung to your chest, “my WHITE shirt!!’
“W-Well you said that you… you
And all of sudden, the floor
became veryyyyy interesting
I wish I had the power of invisibility…
“MC, look at me.”
While you were contemplating
superpowers, Zen had taken the time to walk over and stand in front of you
“Nah, I think I’m good,” you continued looking down, “the floor
happens to be my favorite shade of… brown.”
A soft and warm hand tilted your
chin up, and your eyes met his scarlet ones
“I love you too.”
You slowly leaned in-
“ZENNY, WE’RE WAITING~”
Zen stepped back and glanced at
the girl peeking through the front door
There was the click of a camera
and a squeal, and she was gone again
Zen scratched the back of his head
“Sorry, I guess it’s-whoa whoa WHOA, what are you doing????
You flung your wet shirt over the
back of the chair and shivered
“Man, this place is kinda cold,”
you looked up and smirked, “then again, I am wearing just a bra.”
You heard a very inhumane noise come from the back of Zen’s throat
“The fans can wait.”
Zen grabbed your wrist and pulled
you into his chest, his lips crashing against yours
The beast was NOT contained that
On your way out of the RFA
building you glanced at your watch
Damn… it’s already 11pm? I stayed waaaaayyyy too late.
When you walked past the break room
you heard the familiar sound of the copy machine clunking turning on
“…damn Jumin and his damn
I wonder if that’s…
“-with his damn cat and the damn
Yup, that’s Jaehee.
You peeked in the room and watched
as she stuffed a stack of papers into the copy tray
She wiped her hands on her skirt
and sat in the chair next to the whirring machine
“You should go talk to her.”
Seven put a hand over your mouth
and pulled you away from the door
Jaehee glanced up and sighed
Seven removed his hand and you
lowered your voice to a whisper
“What the hell do you want?”
He glanced at the breakroom and
then back to you, giving you his famous ‘I have an idea that could go horribly
wrong or perfectly right’ look
“Good luck,” was all he said
before grabbing you and harshly shoving you in the breakroom
But it was too late
In a flash the redhead was gone,
and you were alone with Jaehee
She looked up and smiled
“MC? I didn’t know you were here
so late! It’s nice to have some company.”
You stared at her, unsure of what
Jaehee stood up and stretched,
letting out a tiny yawn
“How much longer does Jumin have
She picked up the warm copies from
the tray and leaned up against the machine
“I just have to run this back to
his office and I’m done! At least, until he inevitably
calls me at midnight asking for more cat food…”
You walked with her to Jumin’s
office, continuing to listen to her rant about his late night antics
When the two of you finally got
there, she plopped the papers in a box outside the door
She glanced over at you
“You wanna go grab some late night
coffee? Since, you know, Jumin should be calling you in about,” you checked
your watch, “30 minutes.”
“Sure!! That’s exactly the pick me
up I need, a nice little frienddate!”
“Yeah, I was thinking-”
“I like you. A lot.”
Jaehee stopped and turned to you
“A-As a friend?”
You stepped closer, “More than a friend.”
Her eyes widened and a deep blush
spread across her cheeks
You felt your heart break in two
She doesn’t feel the same… dammit, this is why you never fall in love with a straight girl.
Tiny hands wrapped around your
own, causing you to look back up
Jaehee had a soft smile spread
across her lips
“Me too… a-about the not friend
Her gripped tightened, “Not that I don’t consider you a friend! I’m just, well, what I’m trying
to say, or rather, what want to say-”
“Would you two KISS ALREADY???”
Both of your heads snapped
in the direction of the voice
“Seven, whyyyyy are you still here?”
“Yeah, he was here earlier when-”
“-When I set you guys up!”
As you and Seven began arguing, Jaehee
looked between the two of you and sighed
She interlocked fingers with you
and pulled you away
“Sorry, Luciel, but we have a date
to get to.”
You stuck your tongue out at him
and he rolled his eyes
“Whatever… have fun you two love
You looked over at Jaehee and
Oh, we will.
Dammit, he closed the blinds.
You rolled your chair closer and angled
your head in an attempt to see into Jumin’s office again
“Peeping tom much?
Zen sighed and leaned up against
“I still don’t understand what you
see in him.”
You rolled your eyes and looked
over at Zen
“You promised you’d be supportive-
“-And I am,” he held up his hands
in surrender, “I just think you could do better.”
“What? Like date you?”
“Well, not that much better.”
Zen smirked and you playfully hit
him in the stomach
Within the next second the two of you burst out laughing
“Wow,” you wiped a tear from your
eye, “I don’t even know why that was so funny.”
“MC,” Jumin’s voice boomed, “Can I
see you in my office?”
Zen raised his eyebrows and pushed
himself off your desk
“Good luck,” he glanced back,
“with him, you’ll need it.”
You rolled your eyes and stood up,
cringing when your knees made a loud pop
Could my body, like, not embarrass me? No? Alllllllrighty.
You walked into the room and Jumin
closed the door behind him
“So, what’s up?”
Jumin turned around and sighed
“I believe some… congratulations
are in order.”
“Did I get a raise?”
Jumin chuckled, taking one big
step toward you
“No, I’m talking about you and
“I’m a little lost… what do you
“Your relationship. Are you not
romantically involved with each other?”
Said that one out loud this time…
You mentally kicked yourself, “Zen
and I are just friends.”
Jumin scratched his chin,
completely lost in thought
You took a deep breath
Here goes everything nothing.
“…I actually have my eye on
Jumin snapped back into reality
“Who? If that, well, if it isn’t
too much to ask.”
“Is it really not Zen?”
Oh my god.
“You know,” you grabbed his tie,
“you’re pretty clueless for a CEO.”
In one gentle tug, your lips
connected with his
After a few seconds, Jumin pulled
“So, it’s me then?”
You shook your head and grinned
“Of course, you-“
Jumin’s lips crashed on to yours
again,his hands cupping your face
And let’s just say you were now very
thankful for the closed blinds
You grabbed the two tools from
“You know, you don’t have to
repeat everything I say.”
“Repeat everything I-OUCH! MC, why’d you kick meeee?”
Seven hugged his shin and hopped
up and down
I’m surprised he has this much energy at 2 in the morning….
You looked back up at Seven, who
had miraculously gotten over his bruised shin and was chugging a can of Dr.
…Who am I kidding, he never sleeps anyways.
It had been about an hour since
Seven called you asking for help fixing his chair
You had gone to the furniture
store IKEA anyone??? with him earlier that day and actually took the time to READ the damn manual
You clapped your hands together
“Wanna test it out?”
Seven gave you a mischievous grin
“Don’t mind if I do!”
Before you knew it, Seven grabbed
your waist and pulled you into his lap, causing both of you to fall back into
It creaked under the combined
weight of you and Seven, but surprisingly remained stable
“Hey, you really did fix it!!”
Seven began spouting off nonsense
about how crappy it was earlier, but you were too busy thinking about the fact
that you were sitting
In his lap
INCHES away from his face
He’s so warm…
“-Plus, it kept making weird
noises! I’m so glad you came over tonight.”
“Uh, earth to MC?? Agent 707
calling, can you read me??”
You shook you head, zoning back in
Seven sighed, relaxing back into
“Thank God Seven you’re okay… I can’t have my best friend dying on me…
literally,” Seven chuckled at his own joke
I love that little laugh.
Seven looked back at you
“What’s on your mind, MC?”
DID I JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD?
Here we go.
“Seven, I like you.”
“You mean,” Seven furrowed his
brows, “You like me, or you like-like
You rolled your eyes, how old is he again??
“You’re so ridiculous.”
Seven looked at you patiently
“I like-like you.”
You felt lips lightly press on the back of your neck
“Well that’s not fair,” Seven
tightened his grip on your waist, “because I love-love you.”
Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?
A/N: This fic keeps getting longer, I apologize. :D
The following morning, you were
roused by Bucky, who was trying to move away from you. He was trying to be as
quiet as possible, you were being moved out of your comfortable position and
you weren’t shy to voice your discomfort. He gave a silent laugh.
“Sorry, I gotta use the bathroom,”
he explained in a whisper, pulling his body out from beneath you and putting a
cushion under your head. “I’ll be right back.”
Too sleepy to argue, you hummed and
smiled up at him. “Mm-‘kay,” you muttered back, cozying up to the cushion.
Bucky gave you a soft smile,
bending at the waist to give your forehead a gentle kiss. Once straightening
up, he headed for the bathroom, taking his phone out of his pocket after a
night of not checking it.
A Reggie x Reader where the
reader starts giving Reggie a flower each day and he’ll wear it in his hair and
lots of fluff please?
one was so cute to write, so I hope you guys enjoy. Also sorry for being a bit
slow on uploading requests my cat likes to bother me while I write. Tomorrow
I’m going to be busy, so don’t expect much tomorrow sorry. Also the reader will
be a Lodge in this imagine and is moving in to Riverdale with her family after
what her dad did.
Reader is new to Riverdale and she hears all these rumors about Reggie Mantle
from her sisters (Veronica) friend Betty, but she believes in goodness in
everyone even Reggie.
Reggie and Reader cuteness overload.
Moving was hard, moving away from all your friends and
everything you’ve even known and starting from scratch was harder. Your mother
Hermione always talked fondly about her time at Riverdale. She and your father grew
up there and since your mother had some property there, you were now moving
from the radiant awake city that was New York.
What made it easier was your sister Veronica, she was the more
stylish one, and you were only a few months apart. She was your partner in
crime, you don’t think you could survive without her.
You moved into Riverdale in the middle of the downpour. The
chaos of a murderer on the loose and the beloved quarterback Jason Blossom life
came to sad end.
Veronica made friends with a sweet girl named Betty in the
summer and Betty introduced you to her friends. Kevin had no filter which you
loved, Archie was complicated (but he was good at music and hoped to join the
football team when school started a bit of a cliché). Jughead Jones the Third
he claimed, was a bit of a mystery, but a great writer.
One day you were all hanging out in the park, when you saw him
alone with his dog.
“Who’s that?” you interrupted the conversation and pointed at
the tall figure with luscious black hair.
“That’s Reggie Mantle” Kevin answered.
“Reggie” you cheered and Veronica gave you a smirk.
“He’s kind of a player (Y/N)” Betty chimed in.
“So is Veronica, that doesn’t mean I can hate and judge my
sister” you chuckled as she gave you a nudge in the shoulder as the group
“He’s also a bully” Jughead spoke while typing away on his
“Sorry that he bullies you, but bullies do have a reason for
bullying even if it’s not the best argument, they have a reason” you reasoned.
“Why’d you think he bullies me?” Jughead retorted as he lifted
“Oh, just a hunch” you replied with a smile on your face “I’ll
be back” you shared with them as you stood up from the bench and walked towards
Reggie, not wanting to be empty handed you picked up a daisy from the grass.
“Cute dog, does it have a name?” you gestured at Reggie.
“Vader” he answered as you reached your hand out to give him
the daisy as he gave you a puzzled look.
“I come in peace” you reassured as you placed the small flower
on his right ear.
“My name is (Y/N)” you pointed out as Vader was running after
“Reggie, you new around here?” he questioned as he fixed the
daisy in his ear.
“That obvious, or is it the fact that in small towns everybody
knows everybody” you chuckled.
“Well that, and you’re talking to me” he implied with a small
“Well, I don’t know you and if I listened to what everyone had
to say I could miss out on some great things” you claimed with a smile on your
face and he chuckled.
You and Reggie actually became great friends. He confided in
you on things he’d never say to anyone, you would even go jogging together
every morning and you made sure to always have a flower for him, and he always
sweetly placed it in his ear. He also promised to leave Jughead alone.
Tomorrow was going to be your first day at Riverdale High.
Your mother, Veronica and you occupied the dinner table as Smithers brought you
“So mija” your mother spoke “I heard you have been hanging out
with Reggie Mantle a lot” your mother directed at you.
“Yeah, I have, he’s a really great guy” you claimed.
“Rumor has it-” your mother was cut off by you.
“Rumor has it what?! Mom, I cannot stand it when people label
people before getting to know them. We are who are, not what people say we are.
I am not a corrupt money taker like people claim because of my father’s
mistake. Reggie is who he is, he shows a different side to the world and it is
a privilege to know the real Reggie. Besides he just lost a friend to a
murderer on the loose in your beloved Riverdale mom. I don’t want to hear any
more of this.” You ranted and dropped your fork, now at a loss in your appetite
because of your mother.
“I’m sorry (Y/N), I- I was out of line, and you are so
correct” your mother concluded and Ronnie took your hand in hers.
The school day was about to start and Betty was assigned to
show you and Veronica around. Betty pointed you to your first class as you
scanned the hallways for Reggie to give him his flower of the day.
“Do you really think he’ll take your flower in front of the
whole school and his neanderthals?” Ronnie questioned you as Betty gave you a
“If he doesn’t, then you were all right. I wasted my time
getting to know a great guy who was too scared to show his true self to the
world, and I’ll never speak to him again.” You proclaimed.
You left Betty and Veronica and made your way to Reggie who
was at his locker with his posse.
“Hey Reg” you spoke up a bit nervous because you were really
hoping he wouldn’t turn you down because you enjoyed hanging out with him.
“Hey (Y/N)” Reggie turned away from his posse.
“Hmm, you’re wearing a cap” you gave him a sad smile.
“That’s okay” he answered with a chuckle as he placed the
flower on the hole of his snapback.
You couldn’t help but place a huge smile on your face as he
showed of his flower of the day for all the school to see.
Later you were home alone your mom was working at Pops and
Veronica was trying out for the River Vixens with Betty, since Smithers had
just stepped and you jumped when you heard the doorbell ring.
A bit scared since you were binge watching Criminal Minds and
there was a murderer on the lose you grabbed a bat and opened the door.
“Whoa! (Y/N) you can but the bat down it’s just me” Reggie
removed the bat from your hands and dropped it as you let him in.
“What you got there?” you cheered at the bouquet of flowers
Reggie had in his hands.
“Um” Reggie scratched his head as he still had his flower of
the day on his forehead clinging from the snapback “I- I was hoping you would
accompany me to the homecoming dance this Friday” he confessed as you took the
“Oh my god” you gasped at the bouquet.
“Yeah um it has every single flower you have given me” he
concluded as you pulled him into a hug.
As soon as he let go you planted a kiss on his soft lips and
mentally thanked the universe for letting him into your life no matter what
“So that’s a yes” Reggie cheered as you both let go.
“For you, a thousand times over (This is a quote from The Kite Runner)” you smiled.
Attack On Titan fandom:
waits 7 days for a 20 minute episode
Attack On Titan fandom:
* is chill about the new episode* oh that episode was great i guess
Attack On Titan fandom:
*hasn't trend for a 2/3 weeks*
* Gay scene is finally animated. Ymir gets jelly when Christa tends to Reiner's injury. Nanaba, Marcel and they're squad looking good and said the thing that musn't be said in the show. Ymir and Christa sharing a moment and finally showing their true identity. *
Attack On Titan fandom:
THIS IS IT!🙌🙆 THIS IS WHAT WE WAITED FOR!😫 THE GODDAMN GAY SCENE. WE HAVE BEEN BLESSED. 🙏 🎊 👼 👏🎉 God bless the animators for this golden oppurtunity. 💕💕Ymir x Christa💞👌 the only canon otp. Rip. to the squad😖
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
Word Count: 3k
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.
“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?”
“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.”
“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.
“(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.
“Cause of death,” you whispered to Natasha, making her snort.
You took another bite of your cereal and watched Bucky walk over to the refrigerator. He opened the door and reached in, grabbing a water. You and Nat both barely held in groans when he tipped it back and took long pulls from the bottle, the muscles in his throat working vigorously.
He had been down in the gym with Steve. He hadn’t hit the shower yet so his chest was gloriously bare, sweat still clinging to his skin. The gray gym shorts he was wearing were hanging low on his hips, a peak of his black underwear visible. The sweat on his legs were making his shorts stick to his thighs.
That is the cause of death you had been referring to.
When you had entered the gym a half an hour ago to retrieve your hairbrush that you left in the shower room, Bucky had been doing squats. You had frozen in place as you watched the muscles in his back bunch with every movement. His shorts had stretched tight across his firm ass and had ridden halfway up his thighs. The muscles were straining as he bent deep, the weights on the barbell across his shoulders staying parallel.