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Hopeless Hearts

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jessicamarcia requested: Jungkook + Idol/Fan AU 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 17,378
Author’s Note: Tbh I had some apprehension about this request because an idea I stumbled upon that just kept coming back to me was directly from this fantasy I kept about having about what would happen if I ever meet Jungkook and how and this just feels very personal to me as a result. Regardless, I decided to share because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t decide to contribute my pain to the fandom.

ALSO, sentences in italics are being spoken in Korean.

Summary: You never understood the gravity of your position as an intern working Kcon until you fall for one of your favorite idols, Jeon Jungkook—quite literally too.

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Sometimes you think you have a lot of mixed feelings when it comes to your job.

On one hand, it’s a pretty incredible opportunity, one that you acknowledge not a lot of people get to experience first hand: which is working as an intern in the event operations department for Kcon—the annual Korean convention in which big Kpop groups will travel around the world to bring their music and their joy to the international fanbase. For someone who never actually had the means and the ability to make the trip as an audience member of your own accord, it’s fascinating to witness the back-the-scenes sight of how much effort and how much time goes into planning and organizing an event of this scale.

And because Kcon it in of itself is half a convention and half a concert, there were always many people needed to cover the different subsections of the event, which is where your role as an intern came into play. Given that there were two interns in the department of organizing the physicality of the event, you were put on the team mainly in charge of organizing the convention while the other intern assisted with scheduling of the talents and making sure the performances would go by smoothly.

But on the other end of that spectrum, working with vendors really allows you to see how many people handle responsibility and deadlines and it makes you want to pull the hair out of your roots. You like to think of yourself as a fairly reasonable person, giving a vendor 24 hours to respond to emails at the latest before having to resort to more emails and phone call—but this is absolutely ridiculous.

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Heart on the Line (part 1)

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You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1516
warnings: smutty smut smut and dirty talk (future chapters)

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A year and a half after the shooting, Amanda got a cashier job at a Walgreens down the street from the school. “During the summer, you could always tell who the tourists were, because they’d make sure no one was listening, then lean in close and say, ‘Is that Columbine High School down the street?’ 'Yeah.’ So they’d look at me, cock their head, study my features, and then say, 'Were you old enough to have been there that day?’ "Yeah.’ About half would then say, 'Oh god, I’m so sorry,’ and the other half would get morbidly curious and be like, 'Did you see them come in? Did you see anyone get shot?’ It was the same questions over and over again. Even now, tour buses go by the school and people pose by the sign to get pictures.”

Yeah, that really happens. Imagine tour groups stopping by your grandma’s tombstone so they can get new Facebook profile pics. If there’s a morbid event in human history, you can bet that some people are creepily obsessed with it. Amanda made a series of YouTube videos in which she discusses the shooting, and she’s received weird responses from people who don’t believe her, who think Harris and Klebold were heroes, or who are simply general maniacs.

“Someone the other day asked me if I saw blood on the ceiling where Eric and Dylan shot themselves. [Some people] think of the weirdest, smallest details to nitpick. They find one little thing that varies from the official account, and then it’s like, 'Oh my God, you’re a liar!’”

7 Realities Of Surviving Mass Shootings The Media Leaves Out

Moon, Stars, and Sun

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Word Count: 1,577

Request: Yes.  -Leave requests here

Warnings: none my sensitive loves

Summary: Anon asked:  can you do a reid x reader where the reader has a son from when she was raped and her and spence have been dating a while and the biological father is dead and she asks spencer what to tell her son when he starts asking about who his dad is and spencer sees it as the perfect time to propose since he was planning on it anyway and the next day, emily sees the ring and freaks out with joy and tells garcia and jj and the rest of the team?

Originally posted by bau-obsessed

You curled your knees up to your chest, hugging yourself tight.  You had just gotten off the phone with Hotch, and he broke the news that Daniel Gunther, the father of your child, was dead.  He died that evening in his prison cell, and although you were relieved that your rapist was gone for good, you couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for Charlie, your son.  He was the moon, stars, and sun in your eyes and you didn’t know what you were ever going to tell him when he asked who his father was.  

Although he wasn’t old enough to understand much about it yet, you knew he would eventually ask who his real father was, since you met Spencer well after he was born.  He was bound to know that he wasn’t his real dad.

Sighing, you turned the TV on in Spencer’s bedroom.  You had moved there with Charlie a few months back since you’ve been dating for a while.  To your relief, both of the men in your life loved each other immensely, and that just gave you a truly warm feeling in your heart anytime you thought about either of them.  Spencer may not be his dad, but he was the perfect father, and that is all you could ask for.

You uncurled your legs and stretched them out in front of you on the bed, focusing your attention back to the TV.

“He’s finally asleep,” you heard a soft voice say from the door.  You looked over to see Spencer entering the room and your heart skipped a beat, the love you had for the man evident every time you saw him.  “That kid has got so much energy.”

“I know.  It’s a miracle when you get him to bed any earlier than midnight,” you said.  Your voice was softer than it usually was, and Spencer could tell.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, sitting on the bed next to you.

You shook your head and turned off the TV.  “I just got a call from Hotch.  Daniel’s dead.”

Spencer’s eyes widened slightly at the news.  “When?”

“This evening.  They found him dead in his cell.  The guards think it was a suicide,” you replied, looking down at your hands folded in your lap.

“Wow,” was all he said.  After a few moments of silence, he grabbed your hands and you looked up at him.  “What’s the problem?” he asked gently.

“Charlie.  His dad is dead.  What do I tell him?” you asked.

“Well, you don’t have to tell him anything right now.”

“But he’ll start asking questions, Spence.  He knows you aren’t his actual dad and he’ll want to know about him.  I’ve tried to come up with a million lies to tell him about his dad, and I know that when the time comes, I won’t have the strength to lie to him,” you said.  You surprisingly weren’t crying.  Your voice was soft but rushed.  He knew you were trying to be strong for your son.  That you would do anything for him.  And right now, in that moment, he knew he would do the same.  Charlie was moon, sun, and stars in his eyes, too, and looking at you in that moment, with your hair unwashed and wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties, he knew you and Charlie were going to be a part of him for the rest of his life.  

“Stay here for just a second,” he said to you, getting up and walking out the door.  You had no clue what he was doing, but you watched him walk out the door and waited until he returned moments later, with a hand behind his back.  You narrowed your eyes at him as he sat in front of you on the bed, cross legged, his crazy mismatched socks touching your own bare feet.

“I get that you’re scared about Charlie, but the truth is, he’s a really strong kid.  There are plenty of things you can tell him about who his father was and what he did for a living, really the possibilities are endless.  But why don’t we wait until he is old enough to truly understand?  When he asks who his father is, just say it’s me.  Because as of right now, it is, isn’t it?  I mean you both live with me, and I love you both and I see us as a family, don’t you see us as a family?”

Tears were beginning to stream down your face as you nodded vigorously at him.  You did see the three of you as a family.

“And I think the best way to secure that picture,” he said, bringing forward his hidden hand.  He was holding a small red velvet box.  “Is to ask you this question.”  His voice was shaking, as was his hands as it opened the box to reveal the radiant cut diamond ring.  You brought your hand to your mouth, hiding your shy smile.  “Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.  Make me the luckiest and happiest man on earth by allowing me to be in you and your son’s lives for the rest of mine.  Will you marry me?”  Tears began to fall from his eyes, too.  You looked at the ring, small and delicate, but bright and beautiful.  All you could manage was more nodding and a choked out yes.

The smile on Spencer’s face was priceless.  In a hurry, he took the ring out of its box and put it on your finger, holding onto your shaking hands with his.

“I love you so much, Spence,” you said through the happiest tears you’ve ever cried.

“I love you, too, y/n,” he replies in a croaky voice.  He pulled you into his arms, enveloping your body in his.  And that night, without the words, Spencer showed you just how much he loved you.


“Briefing in five,” JJ said, passing by your desk that Monday.  You and Spencer kept quiet over the weekend, keeping the news of your engagement to yourselves and Charlie.  Going into the bullpen that day, you managed to keep your left hand occupied as not to notify anyone of your news just yet.

“Hey, y/n.  I heard about Daniel,” Prentiss said, coming up to your desk.

“Yeah,” is all you said.  I mean, what could you say.  Without thinking, you ran your hand through your hair, flashing your ring to a gaping Emily.

“Um, what is that?” she asked.  You quickly hid your hand behind your head.

“What is what?” you asked nervously, pretending to scratch.  For a profiler, you were bad at lying.  Emily grabbed your hand and pulled it to her, eyes widening at the diamond upon your finger.

“Oh.  My.  God!” she yelled just as Garcia walked by.

“What are you screaming about that I am not included in?” she asked.  Emily shoved your hand out to let Garcia get a good look at it.  “Oh my god!” she said, grabbing your hand too.

“Guys, please,” you said grinning.  “We need to get ready for the briefing.”

“When did this happen?” Emily asked with a smile.

“Friday night.  He said he was going to do it later this month but he just couldn’t help it I guess,” you told them, grinning even bigger.  

“Aww.  My heart is so happy for you two,” Garcia said.  Her eyes were still on your ring, probably calculating how much money it costed.

“Am I interrupting something little ladies?” Morgan said as he walked up to the group.  Penelope grabbed your hand and stuck it out to him.

“Reid proposed Friday.  You’re boy didn’t even tell you, did he?” she asked him with a smirk.

“Guys, we need to- oh my god,” JJ said.  “Did Spence propose?”

“Well, I guess the cat is just totally out of the bag,” you said with a roll of your eyes.

“What are you guys talking about?” Everyone turned their heads to Spencer, sitting at his desk with a fresh cup of coffee, oblivious.

Gingerly, you hold up your hand to flash the ring to him.  He pressed his lips together in obvious embarrassment.  You shot him a look of apology as you knew he wanted to be the one to tell everyone.

“How did you propose to your girl without telling me?” Morgan asked, but he was still smiling.

“Guys,” you all heard Hotch from the briefing room.  With that one word, everyone straightened up and made their way to the room where him and Rossi were waiting.

“JJ, mind telling me why all of you are late?” Hotch asked, handing out the files for her in frustration.

“Pretty boy asked y/n to marry him,” Morgan answered for her.  That made Hotch look over at you and Spencer in surprise.

You shrugged and held up your hand once again to show David and Hotch the diamond.

“Well, I say that as soon as this investigation is closed, we celebrate with a few drinks and dinner,” Emily said taking a seat.

“Congrats,” is all Hotch said to you two, but you could see the hint of a smile on his lips.

“I’m buying,” Rossi added before turning to the board to listen to JJ for the briefing.  You looked over at Spencer with a wide smile, and he smiled back at you, grabbing your hand across the table to hold.

You were absolutely the happiest woman on earth.

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Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: Around 3000

Summary: The reader has been single for a while and has had trouble with dating, even online matches. But with her sister’s need to meddle, giving up may not be as easy as it sounds.

Warnings: Language

Special shout out and thank you @misguidedconqueress for always being there and helping me out!

Obviously I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time.

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

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Online dating… Is that what your life had come to? It was mostly your sister that had convinced you. She had been hounding you since your last breakup; trying to set you up with her friends and coworkers, scheduling get togethers and ‘forgetting’ to mention she was bringing along a male friend or prowling for bait anytime you stepped foot in a bar. So you set up the account to appease her need to dabble in your love life. Even went on dates with a few matches, but ended up only with a couple free meals and disappointment. Needless to say, it had been a few weeks since you pursued other matches.

Your phone buzzed, your sister was ringing. “Hey, Sherri what’s up?”

“I just thought I should tell you, I scheduled a date for you tonight.” She blurted out.

You rolled your eyes. “Sherri, come on. I need a break from divorced attorneys and college bros.”

“Just hear me out. This guy seems really promising, like a 94% match.” She babbled.

“… Wait, you were on my profile?” You accused her.

“What?” She defended. “I thought it could be pizzazzed up a bit.”

“Oh my god.” You logged on to see what damage she had done.

“Well, maybe if you used a password unrelated to Jensen Ackles, perhaps it wouldn’t be so easy for me to hack in.” She argued.

Thankfully, she hadn’t messed around too much. She just updated the profile picture and added some extra information to your bio. You looked through your recent matches. “Okay, so who’s the guy?”

“His name is Jay Akens… I thought it sounded similar to Jensen’s name so you might have a slight interest.” She hinted.

You scrolled down to the match and clicked on his profile. “Ugh, he doesn’t even have a picture.”

“Listen, you can’t afford to be choosy. If all you’re hung up on is unreachable celebrities you’re never going to find anyone because your expectations are set to high.” She lectured.

“Well, I have a photo op scheduled with him in two months, so technically he is reachable.” You argued back.

“Yes, I’m sure in all of five seconds, he’s going to fall madly in love with you.” She teased.

“Shut up. I am a rational person, you know. I do realize that something like that would never happen. I just don’t want to fall for the first guy I have the slightest connection with. I’ve done that before…” You started explaining.

Sherri interrupted. “And you got hurt, and you need space to breath, and you want to think about your choices before making a commitment, blah blah blah… Honestly Y/N, you’re becoming a broken record.”

You sighed but didn’t respond.

“It’s not an actual date, just a phone call.” She urged.

You pulled up the conversation Sherri had wrote in your place. “It says he’s in the film business and with no profile pic, you know that means? He’s some pervert living in his mom’s basement and exploring options in the porn industry.”

“It’s just a phone call…” She repeated.

“… Fine, but that’s all I’m signing up for.” You gave in. “And I’m changing my password to something unrelated to Supernatural.”

“So something to do with Doctor Who.” Sherri laughed.

You hung up on her. And kept reading through his bio. Interests include country music, golfing, physical fitness and sports, playing guitar and outdoors. How the hell was this guy a 94% match?

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2.1 out of 5.0  [part one]

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Black Mirror Nosedive AU, Smut {angst in later parts}
Warnings: exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk
Summary: You were a 4.9 and he was a 2.1, and that fact alone should have made you realize that the two of you were never meant to be. But as the saying goes, “the heart wants what it wants”.
Word Count: 10k

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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dan and phil play keep talking and nobody explodes: a summary

hoodie!phil i am immediately enthralled and this video isn’t even a second in yet

“you da bomb of our lives”

they keep clothes fans give them which is nice shoutout to that lucky son of a gun

‘philly’

phil is insistent on everyone seeing speed

supportive boyf dan has his back

dan nudged phil’s arm in a bro-esque manner

they mentioned escape rooms finally i can relate as i have now been to one too

“i think we’re a lot nerdier than we think” why do they think we refer to them as nerds all the time

“rest in peace environment” / “fuck you trees”

“i’ll punch you if you look at this” going to provide no context there have fun

“DAD…. playing halo with me” nice save dan

the wholesome howell blanket is always on hand

“they’ll see if we do a single glance…”

how is dan going to go a whole extra seventeen minutes without glancing at phil i think he’s going to implode

they already did the tutorial but didn’t show us yet phil can’t remember the title of the game wow rip nerd!phil fic trope

“this is going to be a mistake”

“i can’t speak if i’m under some kind of situation” mister english degree back again

phil spinning dan around with those sweet sweet seconds of skin to skin contact (hand to arm)

also lowkey hand porn

look at his hands

the curly hair and shaved sides from the side profile makes my heart warm

sassy hand clicks from danny

“beginnu”

five seconds in i am already stressed for them why is this already the most intense video of this game i’ve ever seen i’ve watched like six different channels play it

“there’s, there’s-” “no phil, i’m guiding you.” someone likes to take control don’t they

during the wire puzzle you can slowly watch dan get more stressy look at his pursed lips and expressive strict hand gestures

“there’s an alien man with a triangle head and he’s got a T coming out of his neck” their best friend mind meld really needs to come in handy here

i’m still really enjoying dan’s side profile i can’t get over it

“that’s you selecting the module you dork”

“guys we’re nailing this” i was going to make the obvious joke but i won’t we’re classy here

“shut up shut up SHUT UP” stressy dan is here to stay

they did one wow who says youtube gamers can’t game screw you comments

“what everyone out there is thinking now is we need you to get the manual, phil” i think dan honey you just want to be in control again i know that was hard for you

getting their last glances at each other in before they can’t for at least five minutes

opposite sides again why has this happened two videos after one another this is weird what is the post-baking video universe coming to

“this is weird. now you’re the person with the really bright face… wow it makes my hair look so much less white now that i’m here”

“it makes my hair look grey… i promise i don’t have grey hair” honey you’re thirty years old it’s going to happen inevitably sometime soon best to break us in gently

i’m hyped for side profile phil

dan quoting the marriage mantra of something old something new etc…. foreshadowing perhaps who knows with the way 2017 phan is going

phil looks so confused he’s like me facing every exam i’ve ever taken

i’ve been cheated out of side profile phil ffs dan get your hands on him and spin him around i feel attacked

“oh shit new stuff” literally everyone every few days when they upload a new gaming vid with no warning????? they know our struggle????

phil looks so focused i’m entranced

“ayeeeeeeee”

“oh god it’s hurting my brain so much”

stressy phil is a new experience but i’m digging it

dan being the little shit he is just laughs all the time

“stop freaking out!” stressy dan is still here despite having the opposite role

they did two attempts and won them both wow

they high fived yes for more skin to skin contact

phil is reeeealllly making up for lost time by shamelessly staring at dan

like seriously that was at least a solid six seconds of him staring

oh and more glances

i get it you’re in love

“kept calm under presh”

more staring seriously phil are you aware the camera is still rolling

“i hate to alarm you phil but what is your catchphrase on this gaming channel?”

*awkward silence whilst phil realises he’s being spoken to thus has to tear his gaze away*

“ALL OR NOTHING”

*resumes staring*

seriously what is with him today subtlety ain’t in his vocabulary

p h i l i get it you’re in love

oh now dan’s at it

dan just got super close to the camera and did that creepy smile he has i was unnerved

“i’m frickin terrified as diddly heck”

they’re back on their own sides balance in the universe has been destroyed do you reckon they’re as insistent about which side of the bed they sleep on

side profile dan is back welcome back old friend i missed you

i thought he dabbed for a second but it’s okay he didn’t

they’re determined as fuck but i can already see dan’s stressing

yep there’s the hurry up hand gestures

“i’m going to explode…. literally” because of the intensity or because he can’t stare at phil i don’t even know anymore u decide

dan’s eyes just got really really wide they were like bulging

“is the button yellow?” “no it’s blue i told you it’s blue!” welcome back stressy phil i hope you had a nice break

phil’s little “ooh” is so cute i want it as my ringtone

“we did it? oh christ”

stressy dan is really coming out to play in this symbols puzzle isn’t he

phil’s expressive hand gestures aka he’s beginning to panic too

dan’s doing some kind of gang sign okay boy you do you

aaaaand there’s the deafening dan scream for this video i can’t believe we lasted a whole 17 minutes and 40 seconds without one

rip headphone users it was nice knowing you

stressy dan has never been more present

phil is surprisingly calm(er)

“dan come on” all of us all the time

oooooh they couldn’t last five minutes without a quick glance at one another could they jfc get a room

they managed with three seconds to spare

phil is giggly and dan is….. well, dan

dramatic as ever my little actor that never was

phil initiates skin to skin contact again why am i not surprised anymore

“i was winding you up” dan says as he adds flames on top of himself in editing i am nodding furiously

the camera pans back out and phil’s hood is up who even is he

“we could have died!” “but we didn’t” *dan adds a halo above his head aka can’t relate*

“see if i worked in bomb disposal, i’d be cheeky like that” your colleagues would throw a bomb in bed with you

“i’d be like ooh what’s the timer steve???” the danxsteve fic coming atcha real soon

dan’s in an obnoxiously good mood now he has won a game and can freely stare at phil again

“we could be bomb disposal experts” again expect the fic coming atcha real soon

“what you just saw was two nerds that grew up playing puzzle games that have a psychic connection because they have no other friends defusing bombs” they literally said they go to escape rooms for their friends birthdays but alright i’ll take the exclusivity

they’re considering coming back in hard mode YES I NEED THIS

again i could have made the obvious joke there but i didn’t

let them know how you felt throughout that video type out long essays i dare you

“subscribe if you’re happy you didn’t explode”

“if you want to see us do that more challenging version where we might blow up… or not 'cause we’re the best… disposers ever”

“subscribe to us, have a good day, don’t explode” the best advice comes in threes

danisnotexploding

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at the museum

Sterek fic inspired by the last minute or so of this ridiculous video (it has subtitles if you wanna watch it).

Of course the first time Stiles sees Derek Hale since high school just has to be on the day he’s finally gotten Lydia from Marketing to agree to go out with him. That’s how the universe works, apparently, always giving Stiles the shittiest luck.

They’re at the Beacon Hills Museum, because he thought that would be something she’d like and it’s definitely something he likes, only it’s looking like he thought wrong. In fact, he’s pretty sure she’s covertly reading an ebook on her phone while Stiles is geeking out over the exhibits.

It happens when Stiles has finally given up on the museum part of this date and taken Lydia downstairs to the food court. She’s just declared that on her diet she can’t eat anything on this menu, and Stiles has just seen his chances of landing a second date dropping dangerously close to zero, and that’s when he looks over and spots Derek standing a few feet away, arm in arm with a hot girl, all dimples and glossy brunette curls and a jawline sharp enough to rival Derek’s.

Of course Derek would have a hot girlfriend while Stiles is utterly failing at the first date he’s been on in six months, and of course Derek would happen to show up here and rub it in Stiles’ face. Of course.

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Simple Physics

Based on cuddle prompts 24 (between strangers) and 30 (out of necessity) from @contrivedcoincidences6 and @baronessblixen. I didn’t intend for this to be as long as it is, but I got a little carried away?

Pre-Pilot AU, possible explanation for why Mulder is such an condescending ass to Scully in the first episode. 

Tuesday, December 31, 1991 10:32 PM

The staccato clack of stilettos on tile floor echoes through the empty basement corridor of the Hoover Building. Dana Scully hurries down the hall, the train of her dress in one hand and the files she had spent the last two hours digging through the FBI Archives for clutched in the other. It was supposed to be just a quick stop before the party, but locating the files had taken frustratingly longer than expected and the more she could not find what she was looking for, the more she had become determined to find it. It was a conspiracy of the filing cabinets, she was certain, and finding them had become a personal vendetta, even if it had made her so very, very late. She just needed to get to the parking garage, so she could get in her car and finally be on her way, before she incurred any more tardiness-induced wrath upon her. She reaches the end of the hallway and jams the ‘up’ button, mentally urging the car to arrive faster. The doors finally slide open and she slips inside, finger on ‘door close’, trying to calm her pulse, foot tapping impatiently.

“Hold the door!” an unfamiliar voice shouts down the hall, heavy footsteps growing louder.

Scully groans and jabs at the ‘door open’ button, her military upbringing of unfailing politeness winning out over her desire to get out of there. A large male hand clamps over the sliding metal door.

“Thanks,” her newfound elevator companion shoots her a smile. Adonically lanky with floppy hair and oversized wire rim glasses perched on an aquiline nose, he is dressed in a rumpled white button-down with a wide, garish tie hanging loosely round his neck, forest green patterned with orange triangles. A grey wool trench coat is tossed over his arm.

“Sure thing, ground floor?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

The elevator shutters to life and slowly begins its ascent. It barely clears the first floor when it lurches to an abrupt stop with a precarious creak. A startled yelp emerges from Scully as she grasps for the wall railing to stay upright. The lights flicker and suddenly plunge the tiny car into darkness. After a few moments, the sallow emergency backup lights stutter on.

Scully pulls the elevator emergency phone from its case, stabbing at the red help button to no avail; the line is dead.

“Damn it!”

“Somewhere important to be?” he drawls bemusedly, slowly trailing his eyes down her body.

She is wearing an exquisite cobalt dress with an open back cut down almost to the base of her spine. The top of the dress cuts modestly across her chest and the thin straps hug her shoulders before crisscrossing the smooth pale skin of her back. The fabric shimmers when she moves and the flowing train brushes the top of her feet encased in silver pointy heels that brought her almost to the height of his nose. She shifts uncomfortably under his headed gaze, feeling naked and exposed. She crosses her arms across her chest, causing the creamy rise of her cleavage to swell. This does not escape his notice.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do,” she rejoins archly. At his non-response, she prattles to fill the awkward silence. “I was supposed to be meeting Ethan over an hour ago and he’ll be waiting with no idea where I am and I have no way of contacting him and I should have just left these stupid files until Thursday but no, I just had to have them tonight because God forbid I don’t do any work and actually relax on my vacation and now it’s New Year’s Eve and I’m stuck in a basement elevator with…with…” she gestures helplessly, realizing she had never asked his name.

“Mulder. Fox Mulder,” he supplies helpfully, looking even more bemused.

Fox Mulder. She knew that name; everyone did. The golden boy of the Violent Crimes Section, his profiling skills had earned him the nickname “Spooky” at the academy.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry. You must think I’m insane.” She places her head in her hands with a soft groan of embarrassment, fair skin reddening. Here she is, trapped in an elevator with the infamous Spooky Mulder and somehow she manages to be the crazy one.  

Way to go, Dana. Make a fool of yourself in front of an attractive elevator stranger. Attractive? You have a boyfriend, Dana. A boyfriend who is probably freaking out right now because he doesn’t know where you are.

 

10:36 PM

Fox Mulder cracks a sunflower seed between his teeth and smiles down at his tiny elevator partner, suddenly finding himself distracted by the escaped curls from the chignon on the nape of her neck. His long fingers twitch as he fights the urge to brush them back. He’d intended for his question to be entirely innocuous, but he’d be lying if he said wasn’t enjoying watching her stumble over herself like a baby bird, all fluff and innocence.

His smile fades when she turns her face to look up at him. He’s taken aback by the sheer fierceness of the blue flame, exactly the same hue as the gown that sheathed her lithe body.

“I’m Dana Scully. It’s nice to meet you, Fox.”

He meets her proffered hand, unable to tear his eyes from her crimson lips as they slide over the syllables of his detested first name.

F-O-X

He almost jerks his hand back at the first touch of her skin on his. He could swear he’s been burned. Was the audible crack of static electricity between them simply a result of the dry winter air or something more?

“Likewise” He swallows hard.

Scully reluctantly drops her hand and her eyes from his. There’s only so long you can keep someone you just met in a polite handshake before it turns into impolite hand holding. She steps back into the corner, awkwardly staring at her feet, unsure of what to say next, silence blooming in the space between them. Did he feel it too? That spark between them? Had it been all in her head?

“So, who’s Ethan?” Mulder’s voice snaps her from her reverie. She lifts her head to find him still fixing her with that bemused gaze, all bright eyes and pouty lips twisting their way around another seed.

“He’s…um…my…uh…boyfriend.” The expression on his face doesn’t change, but Scully is sure she sees a flash of disappointment darken his eyes. “He’s a journalist.”

“Oh…that’s nice.”

Really Mulder? ‘That’s nice’? An Oxford education and esteemed psychology degree and that’s the best you can do?

That uncomfortable silence fills the elevator car again.

10:45 PM

“Maybe we should try the phone again?” Mulder offers. His long body leans across her to pick up the emergency phone and Scully finds her eyes drawn to the wide planes of his shoulders stretching under his dress shirt. “Nope. Nothing.”

“Shit”

He’s suddenly standing much closer to her than he had before, so close she could reach out and touch his chest. Which she will not do. Because he is an elevator stranger. And she has a boyfriend.

“Don’t worry; I’m sure someone will be along soon to fix it. Unless a shadowy government agent cuts the cable and we plunge to our death first,” he monotones.

The lack of humor in his voice gives her the unsettling impression that he’s not joking.

“Somehow I think we’d probably survive the one floor drop,” she retorts, tipping her chin to look at him. “And besides, despite what all your action hero movies may tell you, it’s nearly impossible for an elevator to plummet in freefall. Elevator cables are regularly inspected and rarely break and even if they did almost all elevators have at least four cables, one of which is strong enough to hold up the entire car. And say your shadowy government agent somehow managed to cut all the cables, there are breaking systems activated by a mechanical speed gauge, which clamp the rails the run down the inside of the shaft. And if this nefarious villain somehow destroyed the safeties too, the friction from the shaft rails and air pressure underneath the car would greatly decrease the speed until you ultimately hit the built-in shock absorber that would cushion the impact at the bottom of the elevator shaft. It’s simple physics, really.”

His lips twitch of their own accord. Of course, simple physics indeed. He likes women who know things.

She finishes her diatribe to find him staring at her with that frustrating smile again. She hates it. She hates how it makes her cheeks burn and stomach flip. There you go again, Dana, just rambling on for no reason. Again.  If he didn’t think you were a freak before, he certainly does now. Maybe you should be the one they call “Spooky”.

“So I shouldn’t jump right before we hit the ground?”

“Only if you want broken bones.”

He wonders what else she knows.

“I guess it’s a good thing you’re a doctor then.”

He wonders what she knows about chemistry.

“I guess so.”

Mulder pulls back abruptly and clears his throat, moving to lounge against the elevator railing, long arms stretched to either side of him, not meeting her eyes.

10:55 PM

Scully eases down into the corner and pulls the heeled shoes from her feet with a slight wince. They are not the most comfortable of shoes, but they are gorgeous and when she had seen them in the store window, she couldn’t resist them. Besides, Melissa is always telling her she lacks a sense of whimsy and that a bit of impulsivity is good for a person.

An unexpected shiver courses through her. She had been so distracted fighting off the inappropriate thoughts featuring the attractive elevator stranger, she hadn’t noticed the dropping temperature.

“Are you cold?” Mulder asks, staring down at her from his perch, brow furrowed in concern.

“Oh no,” another shiver interrupts her nonchalant shrug. “I’m fine.”

Mulder extends his coat to her. “Here, take this. I’m not using it.”

“No, I couldn’t. I’m sure you’ll want it eventually. I’m fine, honestly. It’s my own fault, really, for leaving mine in the car. I wasn’t expecting to be here this long.”

“Take it,” he insists with a teasing smile. “Before your lips turn blue.”

Unless you want me to warm you some other way… damn it, Mulder. Who are you, Frohike? Pull yourself together. She has a boyfriend.

He crouches down and drapes the coat across her back, his hand lingering on her shoulder longer than necessary. It engulfs her petite frame and she shifts infinitesimally closer to him under the pretense of drawing the coat tighter around her herself. He pretends not to notice. It’s warm from his body and smells like him, dark and woodsy and undeniably masculine.

She smiles gratefully up at him before dropping her eyes, inexplicably shy, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth. “Thanks.”

“Of course.” If his New England upbringing had taught him anything, it was how to be a gentleman. He sits down next to her, stretching his long legs out in front of him.

11:02 PM

“So…what are you reading?” Mulder gestures to the file in her lap. “Anything good?”

“Cadaveric heat rigor in cases of self-immolation”

“That sounds like cheery holiday reading. Certainly gives a new meaning to ‘chestnuts roasting on an open fire’.”

Scully laughs; Mulder decides in that instant that it’s something he needs to hear again.

“I’m a medical doctor. I did my residency in forensic medicine and now I teach at the Academy.”

“A doctor?” She nods at him and he leans over to whisper lowly in her ear, “So, Dr. Scully, have you ever performed an alien autopsy?”

She laughs again, even louder this time, the sound reverberating in the small metal car. His stomach somersaults and he grins over at her. Yeah, he really likes that sound. He wasn’t kidding about the autopsy though.

11:14 PM

Mulder shifts uncomfortably on the hard ground of the elevator car. The chill that had settled in the car shows no signs of abating and the temperature continues to drop. He hunches his shoulders against the goosebumps scattering down the slope of his neck.  

“See? I knew you be cold eventually,” Scully ribs lightheartedly.

“Me? Cold? Nah. I’m far too manly to be taken down by something as insignificant as a minute drop in temperature,” he declares.

Scully rolls her eyes at him, reaching out a finger to trail the goosebumps on side of his neck in proof. He shivers, but not from the chill of the air.

“Uh huh. You can save the macho act for another time, Fox. It’s only going to get colder as the night goes on. I might be a doctor, but I can’t bring you back from the dead if you freeze to death,” she smiles. “Come on, we can at least share the coat.”

Scully slides the coat from her shoulders and moves closer to him, her thigh resting along the length of his. She spreads it across their laps, but quickly realizes it isn’t large enough to cover both of them. She wraps her arms around her top half, now exposed to the cold air. Mulder looks over at her, feeling slightly guilty that he’s the reason she’s no longer snuggly and warm. The sight of her wrapped in his clothes did things to him. Inappropriate things. Things one should not be thinking about a girl with a boyfriend.

Slowly, cautiously, as if to gauge her reaction, he reaches his arm around her and rubs his large hand up and down her thin upper arm, shifting her even closer. She goes completely still, but doesn’t move away.

“Jesus, your skin is still like ice,” he chuckles, the friction increasing between them.

“Yeah…”

Scully sighs almost imperceptibly and her eyes slide closed a hair longer than a blink should last. His warmth feels so good against her; she wants to bury herself in it.

Mulder rotates his upper body and opens his arms to her wordlessly, his eyes reflecting a silent invitation. Scully hesitates, unsure of the proper social protocol of such a situation and unsure of how it makes her feel.

“Just for warmth,” she clarifies in the sternest doctor voice she can manage.

She crawls into his lap and he pulls her into his chest, tucking her head snuggly under his collarbone. She shifts the train of her dress so she can pull her knees towards her chest. The coldness of her tiny hands seeps through his shirt as they settle over his breastbone and she can feel the rapid flutter of his heartbeat thrumming through the tips of her fingers. He draws the coat back over them and wraps his arms around her. One arm rests one across her shoulders on top of the coat to ensure it stays tucked up against her. The other is under the coat, directly against her curled body, his large hand splayed across her exposed lower back like it somehow knows it belongs there.  

Mulder has to remind himself to breathe. Her soft hair is inches from his nose, the floral of her shampoo wafting towards him; he wants to bury himself in it.

“Of course, Dr. Scully,” he replies. “What else would it be for?”

The answer they both know hangs unwillingly in the air between them.

  

11:26 PM

The rumbling of his chest reverberates through her body as he enthusiastically expounds a dizzying array of complex theories. When she had asked him a few moments ago what he was doing here so late on New Year’s Eve himself, she’d expected a witty quip about psych profiles and serial killers not taking vacations, but instead found herself the audience of a sunflower seed fueled soliloquy on the inherently flawed nature of the Fermi Paradox and all twenty-one possible explanations for the lack of evidence of extraterrestrial lifeforms.

The soft weight of her body in his lap is making it hard to focus, very hard. He’s disconcerted by how familiar and right it feels with her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest. It’s been so long since he has held anyone like this, felt the warmth of physical human connection. He’d forgotten how much he misses it. Mulder struggles to keep a cohesive narrative as he continues to ramble. He’s sure he sounds insane at this point. Another thing he’d learned from that New England upbringing: blathering on about the intricacies of alien morphology doesn’t tend to impress the ladies.  

Always living up to your nickname, aren’t you Spooky? Fantastic.

Scully really does try to pay attention to what he’s saying, but she’s constantly distracted by the pout of his lips wrapping themselves around words like ‘interstellar’, ‘Arecibo’, and ‘synchronous gauge’. His one hand idly trails over his coat, punctuated by sporadic gestures into the air to emphasize his thoughts, and she can feel his touch even through thick wool. She shifts and his arms instinctively tighten around her, the thumb of his other hand never breaking from its rhythmic sweeps across her the soft skin of her lower back.

“Are you warming up yet?” he breaks from his monologue to look down at her.

“I’m much better now, thanks,” she casts a small smile up at him.

Neither of them dares to move. The ceasing of the steady rise and fall of his chest tells her that she isn’t the only one who stopped breathing. She thinks she sees something flicker briefly in his eyes again before he pulls back and resumes talking aliens and neutrino signals.

 

11:59 PM

Mulder tips his wrist to look at the time, before extending the watch towards Scully. “Hey Dana, look, it’s almost midnight.”

“Really? We’ve been in here that long?” Scully peers at the watch face, shifting in his lap and flexing her ankles.

“The New Year shall be upon us in 10…9…8…7…” She tilts her head back to look at him. Her eyes catch his and do not waver, his face slowly lowering toward hers. He’s so close she can taste the salty sunflower tang of his warm breath. They know this is wrong, but are powerless to stop it. The unbreakable attraction of north and south poles pull them closer and closer; it’s simple physics. Or was it chemistry?

“3…2…1…”

With a sudden surge of reconnected electricity, the elevator car jolts back to life, breaking them from their spell. The force jerks them away from each other and Mulder tightens his grip on her to keep her from being thrown across the car.

“Are you okay?” His brow furrows again and Scully resists the compulsion to smooth the creases away with her lips.

“Yeah,” she stammers, unsure whether her heart is racing from their almost-kiss or the unexpected restart of the elevator. “Yeah, I’m fine. You?”

“I’m good.” He reluctantly releases her from his arms and stands, shrugging on his coat. She slides back into her heels and he offers a hand to help her up. The elevator sounds their arrival and the metal doors slide open. Her hand falls from his. Both know they will never speak of this again.

January 1st 1992 12:01 AM

Scully steps out of the elevator to the shouting of a familiar voice.

“Look, I know she’s here! She said she had to pick some files up and then was coming to meet me. And she never showed up! That was four hours ago. I know her car is still in the garage, so where is she?!”

Ethan is struggling with two security guards at the end of the hall, desperately trying to get past them. His face breaks with relief when he sees her coming down the hall.

“Dana!”

Scully flashes her badge to the guards and they release him with annoyed shakes of their heads. Ethan sprints the rest of the way down the hall and pulls her into his arms.

“Dana! Are you okay?! What happened? Where have you been?!”

“I’m fine, really. The power went out and I was stuck in the elevator with…” she turns to gesture towards Mulder, only to find that he is no longer there.

12:02 AM

Mulder takes the stairs two at a time back to his basement office, determined to find out everything he can about the enigmatic elevator partner currently consuming his thoughts. He combs through the FBI’s personnel database until her file appears on his computer screen. Dana Scully: 28, undergraduate degree in physics from the University of Maryland, medical degree from Stanford, and currently an instructor at the Academy. The intrigued smile on his face grows when he comes upon a copy of her senior thesis, ‘Einstein’s Twin Paradox, A New Interpretation’. He was right. She does know things. He tucks his face into the soft woolen collar of his coat; it still smells like her.

March 6th 1992, 8:15 AM

“Are you familiar with an agent named Fox Mulder?”

Dana Scully freezes in panic for the length of her skipped heartbeat before recovering quickly with a smile.

“Yes, I am.”

What did they know? Had someone seen us? Did Fox Mulder say something about our completely platonic New Year’s elevator tryst? Surely there couldn’t be an FBI rule against huddling for warmth?

“How so?”

“By reputation,” Scully hedges carefully, praying her face didn’t reveal anymore.

8:21 AM

Fox Mulder shuffles through slides on his desk, looking for best ones to illustrate the mysterious spate of unexplained deaths cropping up across the country, connected only by the strange raised marks on the victims’ backs and an unidentifiable substance in the surrounding tissue. When Division Chief Blevins had informed him of his new partner, it took everything in him not to cuss out loud. Of course it was her. He should have known she was too good to be true. Just like Diana had been. It wasn’t random coincidence or magnetic fate that had drawn her to his hallway that night. No, she had been sent there to spy on him, to debunk his work, to shut him down.

8:33 AM

The staccato clack of stilettos on tile floor echoes through the empty basement corridor of the Hoover Building. Scully clips briskly down the hall, her briefcase slung over her shoulder. When Blevins had informed her she had been assigned to the X-Files, with none other than her attractive elevator stranger, she thought for sure that it was some kind of joke. The serious unsmiling faces of the three men in the office told her otherwise. She arrives at the office door bearing no name.

Would he say anything about that night? Will he even remember me?

She hesitates for a moment. Willing her face to betray nothing, she takes a breath and forces a neutral expression. She raises her fist and knocks.

“Sorry, nobody down here but the FBI’s most unwanted,” his muffled voice comes through the door.

She opens the door to find him bent over his cluttered desk, carefully examining slides on a light tray. He’s surrounded by stacks of binders and files, manila folders stuffed to the brim with scrawled notes on errant papers; pictures of skulls and humanoid corpses adorn the walls, along with a prominent poster of a UFO flying over trees declaring ‘I Want to Believe’. The dim lights cast sallow shadows across his face when he turns his head to look at her, still all oversized glasses, gaudy tie, and floppy hair she wants to brush out of his eyes. His cool steady gaze offers no acknowledgement.

“Agent Mulder. I’m Dana Scully; I’ve been assigned to work with you.”

She extends her hand. When his skin meets hers, she could swear she’s been burned.

Hereafter - Part 7

Summery: You lost someone who meant the world to you. But no matter what happens, Bucky Barnes will never leave you.

Triggers: angst, mention of pervious abuse

Word Count: 1200+

A/N: Sorry, this took me so long. Uni is hard to get into

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Originally posted by luvinchris

You tried to speak but your lips wouldn’t move, your whole body was frozen. You were scared. You didn’t even know what you were scared of.

What Steve would do? If he would tell Bucky? What Bucky would do if he found out? Or some sick combination of them all?

But he didn’t do any of that. He just stood there, staring at you.

‘Do you guys know each other?’ Bucky asked, finally breaking the silence. Neither of you replied. Neither of you had the change because Steve put some money on the table to pay for the drinks and walked out.

Sharon and Bucky looked at each other surprised with what had just happened. You stayed there for a second before running out of the restaurant, the sound of your heels softened by the carpeted floor.

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“I Don’t Play FPS” (Jungkook x Reader)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Don’t let the name scare you away! Even if you don’t play videos games, you should be able to understand this story! If you do play Overwatch, mainly on PC, even better~ (RIP my Overwatch name is ‘Jungshook’ because I’m a loser)

Summary: I’m too shy to admit to Jungkook that his new video game obsession looks somewhat interesting…

Words: 1,300+
Genre: flufff like always

> Masterlist <

The sight of Jungkook’s laptop sitting on the coffee table in front of me seemed to be tempting me more than I would like to admit. I knew he was going to be back at the house at any moment, but I was dying to try it out.

It’s not like I don’t enjoy playing video games or that I don’t play them a lot, but I’ve never been big on FPS games. They never suited me and I never thought they would. They all looked the same- you shoot the bad guys and don’t die.

But the more I saw Jungkook play this game, I couldn’t help but watch and secretly want to play it, too. It was killing me that I seemed to be interested in the game because I had made it a point to tell Jungkook I didn’t like FPS games at all. I almost went overboard about how much I didn’t like them because they seemed too repetitive.

Of course, I regret being so closed minded, because this game he’s been playing, Overwatch, has caught my eye. I would even secretly watch him play while “on my phone” so that he never noticed.

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TrekFest 2017

Word Count: 2453
Tags: @outside-the-government@dolamrothianlady, @supermoonpanda, @kirkaholic123, @curiosity-killed-the-speedster, @starmission @emmkolenn @sugarshai, @engineeringtrashcan @rayleyanns @sistasarah-sallysaidso @southernbellestatues
Prompt: @kingarthurscat (who I can’t tag?!) requested the following: how about something with “Are you?? sabotaging?? my dates?!?!?”


It had been a long six months, and you were finally on shore leave. The newly launched USS Archer, on her maiden mission, had been everything you’d hoped your first cruise would be. Loads of opportunity to make first contact with early warp civilizations, and a lot of diplomatic missions that excited you. The Archer was following in the not-so-distant wake of the Enterprise, finalizing agreements that had been initiated by the famous and sometimes notorious Captain Kirk and his crew. It had been hard word, rewarding, interesting and an experience you would remember as you built your career.

But now, now it was shore leave, and you were ready to blow off some steam. First, an official gathering. A diplomat, even a relatively new one, couldn’t start shore leave without a quick liason with the brass. As you got ready for the evening, you were just grateful that because you were on a Federation base, you would wear civilian clothing. Made the sanctioned event feel slightly less work-related. 

You slipped a classic little black dress over your head, shimmying it over your hips and adjusting the cowl neck to allow an appropriate shoulder-to-cleavage ratio. You fixed your make-up quickly, fluffed your hair and double-checked your appearance in the mirror. You looked amazing.

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anonymous asked:

phil lester vs. praying mantis or pranking dan with chilli gummy bears? the debate starts now

theyre both so good but u know i gotta pick phil lester vs. praying mantis.. u know i gotta. that video was uploaded in 2015 aka one of the best years ever and it was a really intimate video cuz it was filmed later at night during their semi secret double date trip to greece with wirrow and bryony. some of the best highlights were their high pitched screaming throughout the entire video and bryony laughing in the background and phil wearing shorts and just looking really fucken good and when phil named the praying mantis winston and holding the glass up to his face when he caught it and how the glass made his face look all funny and distorted and how he changed his twitter profile pic to it later and when dan said “oh my god if it flies back in here i’m disowning you” and then at the end when dan zoomed in on phil’s face and they both said try new things in perfect synchronization :’’)

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Anonymous said:

Yow! I love your writings so much 💖 I was wondering maybe you could do one with either Joe or Caspar (whoever you want!) where you two are really close friends and you go to VidCon together like on the plane or something and you two did something really cute and fluffy and some viewers took pics and after that rumors spread that you’re dating and your social media sites went crazy. Sorry if it’s too specific. Depends on you if you’d do it or not! Cheers, thanks love 💕

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“I hate flying so much.” You nervously played with your seatbelt in attempts not to bite your nails. It wasn’t that you hadn’t flown much before, because you had for VidCon, PlayList and of course random holidays, you just got incredibly nervous flying over the large Atlantic Ocean… But then again, you had the bad habit of watching plane crash documentaries on YouTube. So in reality you brought it on yourself.

“Oh calm down you nervous butt!” Joe said seeing you being twitchy as the plane continued to load passengers. “I’m calm!” You said sharply, looking at him, watching him shove his bag into the overhead bin. “Uh huh and I’m the King of England.” He rolled his eyes, his tone dripping of sarcasm.
“Your Highness.” You said in a swift and equally sarcasm tone, giving him a little bow from your seat.

“Jerk.” Joe sat down beside you, clicking his belt together. “Made you stop thinking about flying for a minute though, didn’t I?” He raised an eyebrow and grinned.

“I might have…” You nodded, “you’re welcome.” Joe winked at you.

Having been the best of friends for years, you were glad of all people to be sitting next to you on this flight, that it was Joe.

“VidCon!!” Caspar said walking down the aisle of the plane and several other YouTubers in the cabin cheered.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, trying not to laugh at this foolishness. “Look at him, he’s growing up so quick.” Joe remarked, “I know, one minute you’re adopting them from South Africa… Next time you blink … They’re all grown.” You sniffed, pretending to wipe a tear away.

Joe shaking his head, was laughing.

The plane finished loading, and you took off, watching as the ground got farther and farther away, you turned your attention to the monitor on the back of the seat in front of you.

“Good old stop over in Atlanta.” Joe said as he put his headphones on, putting down his tray table and dragging out his MacBook, opening it up. “I love Atlanta.” You admitted, your iPad resting on your lap, as you listened to a  SourceFed Podcast…

The flight was a good few hours in, you left early in the morning from Heathrow and the sky was still dark, you were okay for the longest time but then you started feeling your nervousness creeping back up on you, you looked to Joe who was in a half daze, falling asleep.

You tried to look away before he noticed you were staring at him, but he noticed. “You okay?” He asked, you just shook your head a little bit, “come on… You’re okay.” He assured, sitting up in his seat, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close into him, rubbing his hand up and down your arm slowly. “Just sleep… Sleep, like I am and the next time you know we’ll be preparing for landing in America.” He kissed the top of your head.

“I don’t think I’m gonna fall asleep.” You said leaning your head against him, closing your eyes none the less.
“I wont let anything happen to you, you’re alright.” He promised, still rubbing your arm gently, you held your eyes closed, zoning out that you were on a very large flying piece of metal over the ocean.

Eventually you did drift off into a sleep… As did Joe, still holding you, he rested his head atop yours and drifted off to sleep.

Caspar peaking over the seats, noticed the two of you snuggled up to each other, holding up his phone he snapped a few pictures, feeling the need to have some fun on the long flight, he turned back around in his seat.

Opening Twitter, he attached the picture and wrote ’#CoupleGoals’ before sending it off into the world wide web.

“So glad I paid for the WiFi.” He grinned to himself.

Within minutes of him posting that photograph, viewers went wild, retweeting and at replying Caspar, tweeting both you and Joe about it.

There had always been massive speculations Joe and you were secretly dating and keeping it hidden from everyone, so Caspar decided to add some fuel to the fire…

Standing at your gate for your next plane in Atlanta you connected to the WiFi and watched your Twitter notifications go insane. “Whoa.” You were surprised, they usually weren’t that bad.

“I know.” Joe said confused, noticing the same thing about his own profile.

“Oh my god.” You seen all these people freaking out about Joe and you being together, that you guys were finally coming out as a couple, people squealing in excitement via written text.

“What did I miss?” You asked seriously, looking at Joe who looked equally confused.

“Hi love birds.” Caspar joined them, giving a little wave, holding back a smirk.

“Caspar!” You exclaimed, “what did you do?!” You asked quickly.

“Nothing, just maybe… Posted a picture or two of you guys cuddling on the plane.” He said innocently.

“Caspar!” Joe exclaimed now, “are you insane? (Y/N) and I aren’t dating!” He ran his fingers quickly through his hair.

“Hashtag couple goals?!” You snapped at Caspar.

“Well….” Caspar said still pulling the innocent tone, but the look on his face was evil.

“I mean, at least now you’ll have something to talk about in your panel, right?” He pointed out, “see I made you interesting. You’re welcome!” He clapped.

“I’m going to kill you.” You said quickly, taking off your backpack…

BLIND GRANTAIRE HC

LETS ALL TAKE A SECOND TO CONSIDER ONE THING: BLIND R

Contributions scorpdaddy

I just want a blind R AU where he falls in love with the power in Enjolras’ voice and is just so entranced AND LITERALLY NO ONE KNOWS HES BLIND UNTIL HE TRIPS OVER A TABLE THEY MOVED FOR A MEETING AND COURF IS JUST

“oh shit sorry we though you would have seen that”

And R is just “considering I literally can’t see shit, that’s probably a bad assumption”

Think of the humor:

“R, HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW-”

“NO ENJOLRAS I HAVENT SEEN ANYTHING RECENTLY”

BUT ARGUMENTS THO:
“GOD R YOURE SO BLIND TO THE WORL-”

“Actually that’s 100% accurate considering that I am, in fact, blind”

“OHMYGOD R I’m so sorry I didn’t mean-”

*Courf crying of laughter*

AND LETS TALK MORE ARGUMENTS:
sometimes Enjolras forgets that he’s privileged and R gets so frustrated because he can’t see
And R just goes off on Enjolras like
“I GET IT ENJOLRAS. I get that im a fucking dumbass okay? I can’t fucking see . I can’t tell when youre agitated when you don’t talk to me because I CANT FUCKING SEE okay? Sometimes I say shit that apparently isn’t okay to say because I can’t fucking see your reactions . I don’t know. Stop treating me like I’m this terrible human being. Do you realize how much people communicate through body language and facial expressions? It’s a lot. And I can’t see any of it. Next time you want to judge me, you should check out your own privileged ass.”
And he storms out of the room

•R WITH A CELLPHONE
BEFORE THEY KNEW HE WAS BLIND THEYED SEND MESSAGES TO HIM

COURF JUST “hey R did you get my text?”

“… No???”

•but of course eventually he invests in having one of those phones that reads his texts off to him And he has it on at all times and the amis get so annoyed until they realize he cant fucking see

•Courf sends him the entirety of uptown funk when he finds out

•R getting a sext in a meeting

•ENJOLRAS LEARNS BRAIL FOR R AND THEY COMMUNICATE SOMETIMES BY TAPPING ON SURFACES

•LIL MORSE CODE ARGUMENTS

•R can see strangely well without actually seeing like he’s just so GODDAMN AWARE OF EVERYTHING

•R letting his guard down with Eponine and just letting her lead him places because he’s tired of always having to think about where he is

•ENJOLRAS WHO ONLY GETS ASKED OUT BECAUSE HES HOT
LIKE THE ONLY REASON PEOPLE BEYOND THE AMIS TALK TO HIM IS BECAUSE HES ATTRACTIVE
PEOPLE CONSTANTLY USING HIM FOR HIS LOOKS
and then comes this boy who can’t see
And loves him for his voice and ideals

•Grantaire who gets the opportunity to just touch his face once they’ve gotten close and he’s just “oh my god you literally feel like a statue- OHMYGOD YOUR CHEEK BONES”
Enjolras just laughs

•Sometimes R needs reassurance that Enjolras is real
And they’ll lay down on the couch all snuggled together and R will just stroke his face
Feel the gradient of his profile
Enjolras feels so loved and at peace

•courf describing Enjolras for R

•R literally screaming on the inside

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Instagram DM's || Jack Maynard

Originally posted by conorshickey

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Summary: Jack exposes (Y/N)’s instagram DM’s for a video and doesn’t exactly like what he finds. 

Dedicated to: the anon who requested this!!xo




“Well hello everybody and welcome to today’s video!” Jack opens his arms and smiles widely at the camera as (Y/N) makes a face at Conor, who’s stood behind the camera and making obscene gestures with his body. “Today I’m joined with my girlfriend, (Y/N), who seems a little distracted right now..”

Looking over at her boyfriend, she shakes her head and laughs. “Yeah, your brother’s trying to insinuate that this is gonna turn into a porno.”

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bc @blanket-fictions complained about a lack of neji and @okashiras asked about sakura’s pov in all of this

like most monday nights, sakura found herself out with ino, a pitcher of sangria between them as they talked smack and vented and did what they did. on this particular evening, ino insisted sakura open tinder, the dating app she’d forced her to download nearly a month ago, so that they could look at some of the profiles together.

“but this is dumb,” sakura complained.

“what’s dumb?”

looking up, sakura and ino found tenten already sitting at their table. behind her, neji was slowly approaching. “honestly, tenten, there’s a cocktail bar some blocks from here that i’ve heard great things about,” neji muttered, eyeing the little spills on the table that sakura and ino had made with utter disdain.

“what’s the matter, neji?” ino asked. “this place not good enough for your prissy ass?”

“now, now,” tenten interrupted, “leave my boyfriend’s ass out of this.”

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Baby Came Home // Spencer Reid x Reader Oneshot

“Where are you going?” Spencer asked as you packed your belongings. You huffed as you filled your suitcase with clothing, makeup, your photo albums, anything that meant anything to you. 

“I’m leaving,” you replied as you continued to pack. He watched as you shuffled around the apartment, its walls beginning to look bare as you took things down. He felt his stomach drop as he realized what was happening. That this was finally happening. After all of your countless arguments, the yelling about never being around only to be followed by angry sex, after both of you pushing your problems far away in order to stay together, you had finally snapped.

“Y/N,” Spencer said as he moved forward to grab your shoulders. You immediately flinched away from his touch. You knew what would happen if you allowed his skin on yours. Your resolve would disappear again, for the millionth time, and you were intent on not letting it happen. 

“No, Spencer. We can’t keep doing this,” you replied with a shake of your head. You closed your suitcase and pulled it off of the bed with a thud as it hit the floor. Spencer’s heart ached as he realized that this was the last time he’d see you. 

“You’re never around either,” he tried to reason. Your job as a journalist often sent you chasing down stories but that was maybe once a month. You were lucky to get Spencer for two weeks entirely. 

“You know it’s not the same,” you sighed as you strode to the door with your luggage behind you. You stopped as you reached the door handle, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. “You can’t love me anymore, Spencer." 

And with that Spencer watched you walk out of his apartment. He fought the initial instinct to run after you, knowing well that it would only make you more frustrated with him. Instead he slumped onto his couch with his head in his hands, deep sobs emitting from his throat.


6 months later 

You sat at a bar with your drink in hand as you stared miserably at the array of liquors in front of you. You’d found a new job in New York working for a newspaper but even then you weren’t happy. It was barely 10 in the morning and here you sat instead of heading to work. 

You thought about Spencer every day. You always found yourself looking at his contact in your phone before throwing the phone away from you. You had done this. You had left, and yet you missed everything about him. His laugh, his kiss, his delicate touch as if you were something fragile. And you were- Spencer had realized that. He could never leave you because of it so you had stepped up. It was the most heart wrenching thing you had ever done but Spencer deserved someone who would love him deeply. 

Although you knew that’s exactly what you did. 

You ignored the buzzing from your phone alerting you that your boss was calling to ask where you were. You turned the phone off. You’d skip work that day. You deserved a day to drown your sorrows. 


Spencer’s heart dropped to his stomach as JJ pulled up the incoming news on their television. There had been a bombing at a newspaper headquarters in New York that had left many dead and wounded. 

"Oh my god. That’s where Y/N works,” Penelope gasped as she recognized the name. Spencer had asked her to look up your recent activity-just to make sure you were safe- and had found that you moved to New York and had a new job. He had done nothing with the given information as an attempt to respect your decision but now he regretted it. The team turned to look at him with worry in their eyes as Reid began to silently cry.

“Go. Take the plane.” Hotch said as he looked at his youngest profiler. He understood the pain of losing someone you had loved, and if there was an ounce of hope that you were still alive, he wasn’t going to tear it away from him. You were a good girl, one who had made Reid a better man. They had all come to love you. “And Reid. If you find her, bring her home." 


Spencer didn’t find you. You weren’t on the list of dead and you weren’t on the list of wounded. But the list was still growing and that made him nervous. He had passed by your apartment and had found nothing, the door wide open with nothing inside. His heart twisted as he tried to imagine where you could be but Garcia had said there was no recent movements on your credit card. 

The plane landed and he went home with a heavy heart. This wasn’t where he had pictured he’d be when he first met you three years ago. He had pictured something much happier. The downpour outside only seemed to match his mood as he made his way home. 

He stood frozen as he noticed your body leaning against his door. You were completely drenched with your suitcase next to you and had seemingly fallen asleep. You looked exhausted as you slept. He leaned down and with trembling hands, lightly touched your face. 

"Y/N,” he said softly. “Y/N” he spoke louder this time, causing you to open your eyes. They widened as you realized he was in front of you. “You came home,” he cried in relief as tears fell from his eyes. You nodded as you reached out to wipe them away.

He pressed his lips against yours in an eager kiss, trying to make sure you were real and not just something conjured up by his mind after the terrible day he had been through. He let out a sobbing laugh as he felt your warm lips push back against his willingly. 

“You’re here. You’re real,” he sobbed as he pulled you closer. You rested your head against his chest- your damp hair seeping through his shirt. 

“I’m yours,” you breathed as you wrapped your arms around him. This was where your heart had always wanted to be. “I’ve always been yours." 

His own heart lifted at your words. He had thought the worst in the past months. That you truly didn’t love him. That you had moved on. That you had found someone who loved you in ways he never could. Your words came as a relief to him. 

"You’re mine,” he muttered as he lifted you up and opened the door to the apartment. You stumbled in and headed straight towards the bathroom with him following. Spencer watched as you stripped of your wet clothing and slipped into a hot bath. He sat on the floor next to you, absently tracing figures across your bare skin. You smiled at his touch. 

“You always had the softest touch,” you said softly as you felt your muscles relax with the warmth of the water. He smiled and stripped out of his own clothing before sitting behind you, your back to his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. The water in the bath rose and spilled onto the floor, but neither of you cared.

That’s where you stayed for hours even after the water had turned cold and your skin had begun to prune up. Your breathing in sync as his chest rose and fell just as yours did. Belonging only to each other.