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favourite colour: pink

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books i’m currently reading: poetry book growing light and i’m rereading my ult. fav book the book thief

i tag …  @plumboops + whoever wants to do this!! i know things like this can be anxiety-inducing so no pressure ok!!! ❤❤❤

Penelope & Derek’s Matchmaking Service

Originally posted by theonewiththevows

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

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

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

Warning: nothing

Word Count: 3k

Rating: PG

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

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

“How does what not drive me crazy?”

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

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

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

“What are you doing?”

“I’m people watching.”

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

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

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

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

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

“So you have noticed!”

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

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

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

“But what if we did?”

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anyone who you hope it is?” 

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

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

“Just peachy,” Spencer growled. 

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

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

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

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

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

“You think I should what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What did you say?”


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

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

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

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

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

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

“Same thing!”

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

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

“I take offense to that comment!”

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

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

“Then who is it?”

“It’s uh, Brian in payroll,” 

“Brian in payroll?”

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

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

“Yes, yes he definitely does.”

“Yeah? What it is then?”

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

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

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

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

“Aw, sweets it’s gonna be ok.”

“My life is over.”

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

“Not funny.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think we’re good,” you answered. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

been rereading some of the later watch books, and it just strikes me, sometimes, how real the relationship between sam and sybil is, and how much i appreciate that? 

like, they’re good for each other, but neither of them are perfect – they do things that irritate one another and that the other just does not understand or wishes they would do differently, and they talk about the things that they actually think they can discuss and come to an agreement on, but just sort of set aside the rest because, well, it’s not a big deal and it’s sort of what you sign up for when you marry a dedicated watchman/a wealthy aristocrat. 

and she does things like darn his socks, because she thinks that’s what a wife is supposed to do, and she’s terrible at it but he wears them everyday all the same because she did it for him and nobody in his life ever did anything just because they wanted to do something nice for him. 

(and also i kind of really appreciate that all the Traditionally Female things that women do in history and in fantasy stories – follow the soldiers into battle, cook for them, care for them, etc – are portrayed as strengths. like, you don’t have to carry a sword into battle in order to be strong and necessary. it’s explicitly stated that women like that, who would give birth on the back of a camel and tend to “the pieces of her husbands and sons” that came back from war, are a breed that, when called upon, turns into solid steel.

because it takes extraordinary strength to care. sybil certainly has her badass moments, from taking a sword down from the wall and charging the guards who came to arrest her, to siccing her dragons on an assassin and literally vaporizing him – but she also has her badass moments in singing a dwarf opera and the simple fact that her faith in the night watch is what gave them strength and courage when they felt “several letters of the alphabet away” from bucked-up. sybil cares, and that is what makes her strong.)

and the relationship between her and sam isn’t perfect, but it doesn’t have to be, in order to be happy and loving. i just think it’s a lot more beautiful, and realistic, to have a couple who do get irritated with each other and exasperated and who both swear that only the other one snores – and have that portrayed as happy. because the butterflies and “oh they’re just perfect for me in every way!” fades with time and leaves you with whoever the two of you simply are. and sometimes there are edges that don’t quite fit but you shouldn’t file them down, you just… find ways to make it work, because you want to.

because love is a choice, at the end of the day. and love isn’t perfect and sometimes it’s messy and sometimes you argue, but it’s still good and it doesn’t have to be perfect to be happy and worth having.

VIXX: dating Leo would include

▪ this boy would feel like his heart is gonna burst every time he looks at you 

 ▪ would be so smitten and everyone would know 

 ▪ even though he has a poker face most of the time, around you he can’t help it 

▪ he’d burst into a smile or small smirk 

 ▪ esp when you say something funny or try to make him laugh

 ▪ which he’ll never admit that you can do 

 ▪ omg whenever he smiles openly to you it feels like the sun shining down on you 

▪ N fawning over you two 

▪ “aww look, Taekwoonie, y/n brought food for everyone" 

▪ Ravi teaching you some ways to make him laugh and you’d always succeed (not bc you made him laugh tho, he just thinks you’re adorable) 

▪ Ken teaching you how to perfect your aygeo 

 ▪ then getting shoved violently by Taekwoon bc back off, she’s mine 

▪ but if you actually do aygeo in front of him, he’ll visibly melt 

 ▪ and then hide his face in his sleeves bc wtf why you gotta embarrass him in front of the guys like that 

▪ but in private it’s a whole different story

 ▪ he’ll practically tackle you and attack your face and neck with kisses 

 ▪ watches you as you put on lip balm or lipstick 

 ▪ and it’d be a waste of product bc it’ll be off your lips in .00003 seconds 

 ▪ you making him catch his breath whenever you dress up in something fancy 

▪ “jagi, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful” “You always say that, taekwoonie" 

 ▪ man, he gets so scary when jealous 

 ▪ even when you’re not doing it intentionally, he’d frown and stare down at whoever awakened his wrath 

 ▪ not bc he’s begging for your attention (he is, but it’s internal ok) but bc he thinks the other guy has bad intentions and his first thought would be to protect you

 ▪ is not afraid to get into fights for you if necessary

 ▪ secretly loves it when you grab his hand when you sense he’s nervous 

 ▪ bites your shoulders and neck a lot, idk I just see him always doing this 

▪ knows how hard it is for you during that time of the month, mostly bc he has 3 older sisters and he’s dealt with it before lmao 

 ▪ aw he’d buy you a bunch of sweets and quietly whispers to you about anything while rubbing your tummy 

 ▪ speaking of his sisters 

 ▪ omg he gets so happy when you get along with all of them, and blushes like crazy when they make jokes about him marrying you

 ▪ which isn’t really a joke but Taekwoon needs to be low key 

 ▪ sometimes having to pull him away from his work bc he gets too into it and forgets about sleep 

▪ he’d quietly thank you and kiss your forehead as you two snuggle

 ▪ singing to you in his angelic voice and you’d melt bc he’s looking right into your soul

 ▪ over time you know when to give him space if he needs it, and he’d appreciate that so much and does the same for you 

 ▪ except when you two fight, but that’s very rare 

 ▪ he’d never leave your side after an argument bc he just can’t sleep knowing you’re angry with him or vice versa

 ▪ he’d always apologize even if he knows he was in the right 

 ▪ buys you the most thoughtful gifts even when he’s away 

 ▪ accompanied by heartfelt letters and sweets from a foreign country, and ugly selfies sent in by all the members 

 ▪ he’d love you with all his heart and will always be there for you 

▪ if you’re lucky enough to catch this shy kitten, pls keep him forever 😻

Originally posted by chained-up-taekwoon


My favorite part about writing for Peter is high school tropes
Like spin the bottle? I’m such a sucker for that trope.
Hope you guys enjoy!

Title: Regrettable
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: Peter meets you, Liz’s cousin, during her party and gets to know you over some small talk and a game of spin the bottle.
Word Count: 1,922
Warnings: food mention, underage drinking, slight “Spider-Man: Homecoming” spoilers
Tagged: @tmrhollandkay @kindnesswins @melconnor2007 @mcheung0314 @erikacasarin

Your name: submit What is this?

            "Peter, you came,“ Liz cheered as Peter and Ned walked in.

           Peter gives her a nervous smile, immediately babbling an incoherent reply. His words slow to a stop as you walk up and suddenly all his attention is sucked into you. When you smile at him, Peter gets so nervous that he wants to run out the door.

           "Y/N,” you introduce, shaking Peter’s hand. “I’m Liz’s cousin.”

           "Y/N’s visiting from Oregon,“ Liz adds.

           Peter nods slowly, unsure of what to say. He’s trying not to stare at you completely, but even as Liz beings speaking, his eyes keep drifting towards you. You keep giving him shy smiles when you catch him staring, and Peter keeps blushing deeper shades of red.

           Suddenly, a clatter comes from an adjacent room and both you and Liz grimace. You peer over Liz’s shoulder, trying to assess the damage.

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Look At Me - Request

Summary: Dean is on the phone and reader wants his attention so she makes him hang up to the person he’s talking to.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 1.946

Warnings: Not much plot, but loads of smut (rough, bit of spanking, bit of teasing, unprotected)

A/N: I turns out, I did have a Dean request among the Sherlock ones and just now I found out. 


Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

A case, a new threat, maybe just someone calling to say hi; it didn’t matter. She wanted attention, and she wanted it in that exact moment. He was at the library, and she was just at the door, preparing herself to get what she wanted.

“Yeah, sure…” Dean replied listlessly to whoever was on the other side of the line. He was writing something on a piece of paper, and (Y/N) didn’t mind to read it. “OK, yeah…” He continued.

(Y/N) took the pen (or was it a pencil?) out of his hand, throwing it behind her back, then she scrunched the piece of paper and threw it away as well, taking its place on the table to sit. Dean watched every move she made with his lips parted and his eyes focused.

“Jody, I will uh… I have to go…” And with that, Dean hanged up the phone.

“That was easier than expected.” She flirted.

“If my girl comes here wearing that… Everything is easy.” Dean whispered.

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Jack’s first time back at the haus since he left is coming and he and bits decide it’s time to come out to the boys. They feel kinda guilty about hiding it because they don’t want them to feel untrustworthy.

‘What are we gonna say’ bits asks over skype. And a normal person would probably just gather everyone together and explain the situation and thank everyone for their support but. Please.

What they actually do is decide to just… Cozy up and act couple-y and let the guys approach them. Then there’s no awkward announcement and they also have an excuse to get close for Jack’s visit. This is a great plan they both think and air high-five each other because they’re nerds like that.

The day of the visit rolls around and Bittle is in a fit cooking up a storm, a little nervous but mostly just excited. And nervous. It doesn’t help that the haus is chock full. Everyone dropped by to see Jack. Even the tadpoles have all come up with flimsy excuses to hang around.

Bittle recognizes the sound of Jack’s engine as it pulls up to the curb and he’s off like a shot. Jack’s barely out of the truck before Bits is at the curb, and they hug so hard he’s lifted off the ground and Jack spins him in a circle.

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A New Theory...
  • *me, sipping lemonade with friend*
  • Friend: ...Hey, Remember that look the pearls shared during The Trial? When they mentioned Pink Pearl?
  • Me: Of course, I analyzed that scene for reblogs. What about it?
  • Friend: So, like, you know how normal Pearl refuses to shapeshift?
  • Me: Uh huh.
  • Friend: And how she seems really shaken up about 'Pink Diamond' shattering?
  • Me: *sips lemonade thoughfully*
  • Friend: Ok, but, what if Pink Pearl <b>shapeshifted</b> into her master, Pink Diamond, and when Rose (or whoever shapeshifted into Rose) came along and stabbed PinkPearl/Diamond, Pearl was like 'oh sh!t. My lesbian earth goddess just shattered a pearl... And I am also a pearl...', And that's why she's so scared whenever Pink Diamond is brought up, cuz she watched her hubby shatter one of her gem cousins.
  • Me: *stops sipping straw, and slowly puts down glass*
  • Friend: ...
  • Friend: ... you goo-
  • Me: *Spittakes into moms herb garden*

like honestly? i have no sympathy for instagram users who get their accounts terminated for infringement when all they do is repost content from actual hardworking artists, who rarely get even a third of the recognition the reposters do, and often bc they intentionally crop out artist’s signatures or just go “credit to whoever made this” with no real reference to the artist and their source.

like do you really think you’re gonna get sympathy from the communities you’re taking from and profiting off, but giving the bare minimum back to? bye lmao.

ambiguity of expression

(read on ao3)

When Derek comes back from winter break, there’s something subdued about him.

Dex isn’t sure where or when something changed. But there’s a quietness to the way Nursey moves now, a stillness in his words that wasn’t always there before. Nursey walks into the Haus and the smile’s still there, the one that hits Dex like a good check, but then he turns away from the kitchen and towards where Dex is sitting on the biohazard of a couch, and for a second Dex sees the smile slip off the planes of Nursey’s face. Just for a moment, when Nursey is facing that in-between zone, when Dex shouldn’t be looking but is, the tilt of Nursey’s mouth and the angle of his forest eyes suddenly feel heavy, restrained. And then their eyes meet, and Nursey’s lips are more smirk than smile, and the moment passes.

Dex scowls and returns his gaze to his laptop screen.

He doesn’t know how he feels about this Nursey.

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Originally posted by blakesmurphy100

Pairings: Bellamy / Reader

Warnings: Swearing.. Bomb

Prompt: None this just kind of popped out of my head in a moment of craziness.


“Raven, this isn’t going to work” you insisted as you stared at the long list of chemical equations on the scattered pieces of paper in front of you “they just don’t add up”

“Jesus Y/N just have a little faith in me will you?”

You scowled turning to face the engineer “Raven faith isn’t going to help here. Look” you pointed to the bottom chemical equation “the numbers don’t add up, you put that much nitro-glycerine in one place and let it go boom… it wouldn’t just take out the bridge it would blow a canyon so wide that we’d all be blown back into space”

Raven was frowning this time as she came over to stare down at your scribbled notes. “We can’t separate out the rocket fuel Y/N it’s not stable”

“There has to be a way. We can’t use it as it is”

Raven was chewing on her lip, a habit you recognised as being one that only emerged when she was stressed and uncomfortable.

“Ladies, we have a bomb?”

You turned at the male voice watching as Bellamy and Clarke came into the tent. Raven immediately spun around giving them her back.

“We’re not robots Bellamy, give us time”

“We don’t have time” he pressed at Raven’s snapped out comment. “The grounders are coming and we need to be ready”

“And we will be” you interrupted before Raven could turn it into a full formed fight. Something she’d been in the habit of doing ever since she broke up with Finn. 

There was also a tension between her and Bellamy that had also recently formed, a look in Raven’s eye that you were fairly certain meant something had happened between the two of them.Something you weren’t to eager to explore.

“We can only give you until the end of today Y/N” Clarke said also avoiding Raven’s eyes. There was no doubting the tension between those two or the cause of it. “If it’s not ready by then… we need a different plan”

“It’ll be ready” you insisted “we can get it sorted”

Clarke and Bellamy looked at each other, they obviously didn’t believe you but weren’t going to press the issue just yet. Instead they nodded Bellamy speaking up once more.

“Alright, keep us in the loop”

“Sure” you practically pushed them out of the tent once more turning back to Raven who was silently fuming. You could tell by the tension in her shoulders. 

“Look Reyes I get why your pissed at Clarke, I have no desire to know what happened with Bellamy…” you held your hand up to her mouth when she tried to speak “shut up. I don’t care what happened what I do care about is blowing up this fucking bridge. So we do it again. We must have missed something”

“You don’t care about Bellamy?”

“Why would I?”

Raven rose one eyebrow at that. “Y/N how long have I known you? Since when did you think you could lie to me?”

It was you who turned around this time focusing on your equations once more as you made your voice intentionally airy and light “I’m not lying, I have no interest in Bellamy Blake. Now come on you heard them we don’t have long and we need to figure this out”

Raven stayed quiet for a while obviously waiting for you to change your mind and say something else. When you didn’t she sighed and came to stand beside you.

“We had sex” it was a statement made without emotion “I thought it would make me feel better. It didn’t”

You’d kind of known that but it didn’t help you feel any better. “Again Raven, why would you think I care?”

“Y/N” she took your hand forcing you to look at her. “It meant nothing, it was more than a mistake”

“Raven I mean this so listen carefully. I don’t care who Bellamy does and doesn’t sleep with, even you”

You pulled your hand free once more going back to focusing on the equations on the pages in front of you. Raven stood silently watching you until finally sighing she went back to her own desk area to fiddle with the mechanism on the bomb.

Ok, so you did kind of care who Bellamy was sleeping with and it hurt that it had been with your best friend. Even so you also knew that you had no claim on him what so ever and he could sleep with whoever he chose to do so.

You were so trapped in your musings about Bellamy that it took a moment for what you were looking at to hit. When it did you felt like someone had slapped you. Running your finger over the equation once more you gasped making Raven look over at you.

“Raven I know how we can do this”

“What. How?”

You took the papers over to her pointing at a single line equation. “Here, we take a small amount of the nitro-glycerine and add it to one of the empty rockets then line it up set it up and boom”

Raven was frowning “we dismissed that earlier because someone would need to activate the device”

“Not if we fuse it”

She was looking at you now nodding along with your plan. “I can do that, make the fuse. But we still need to separate the glycerine”

“Leave that to me”

“Y/N” Raven sounded cautious. “That stuff is more than unstable”

“We don’t have a choice Raven. Don’t worry I can do it” Raven bit her lip nodding as you smiled grabbing your coat from the chair you went to grab some equipment from the side “get the fuse done Raven. I’ll be ready”

You didn’t let her answer taking off from the tent and marching over to the drop shop where the remains of the rocket fuel had been stored. You took Finn on the way over, grabbing his arm and simply dragging him off behind you.

“I need your help”

“Alright” he sounded hesitant which was probably due to the fact that you had barely spoken to him after the Clarke incident most firmly on Raven’s side of the argument. Until now of course.

You pulled him forwards until you were standing in front of the pile of rocket fuel canisters.

“I need you to help me carry one out of here” you turned and pointed out into the forest beyond the walls of camp “to out there”

“What!” Finn sounded scandalised. “Y/N do you have any idea how dangerous that is?”

You gave him a look you normally reserved for idiot children. “Chemist Finn” you said pointing at yourself “Of course I do, but it’s more dangerous for me to do this inside the walls”

“Do what?”

“Split some of the fluid” you stared at the canisters “If I spill even a drop in here and someone accidently ignites it, then boom, no more camp”

Finn stared at you hard “alright”

You pointed at the smallest you could find, after all the amount of glycerine you’d need for this explosion was minimal, and between the two of you somehow you managed to get the rocket out of the walls and into the forest until you deemed it a safe enough distance and Finn still felt it was close enough to the sentries.

“Get out of here Finn” you said as soon as the rocket was still and as safe as it was getting.

“Y/N… I’m… I’m sorry”

You looked over your shoulder at him raising one eyebrow “Sorry for what exactly Finn?” you asked him “for breaking my best friends heart? For being a cheating scum bag?”

“For everything”

“Yeah well… I guess we’re all sorry for something. Now get out of here”

Apparently Finn was finally learning to listen to you because he silently turned and started making his way back to camp. You went make to your rocket canister. When you’d been arrested for ‘chemistry’ on the ark this hadn’t been exactly what you’d thought you’d need to be doing. However, you were the only one of the 100 with any sort of chemical science background. Meaning it was your job and your job alone to play with volatile mixtures.

Slowly you started to open the varying safety guards that kept the glycerine away from people’s meddling hands. You’d only get one shot at this and it had to be perfect.

“Y/N!!! What the fuck are you doing?”

You stopped yourself from jumping by a fraction. “Bellamy you idiot do you even realise what I’ve got in my hands right now” you ground out not turning to look as he came into your vision. Crouching down on the other side of the rocket.

“I repeat what in the world are you doing?”

“Making you a bomb” you answered tightly “it’s what you wanted isn’t it?”

“Not at the expense of you getting hurt” his voice was tense and you risked a quick glance at his face. He almost looked pale under the freckles of his skin as he stared at your face.

“Since when do you care about hurting me?”

He paused there “Since always”

You snorted and your hands shook, it was only the slightest movement but the Nitro-glycerine rocked gently in the canister. Swearing loudly you over corrected trying to keep it in the canister. It would have tipped if it wasn’t for Bellamy reaching out and grabbing your wrists steadying the movement.

You were stuck there frozen in that moment in time as Bellamy held onto your hands, you holding a canister of one of the most flammable liquids known. You were staring at him straight in the eyes as your faces had ended up close together. You’d never been this close to Bellamy Blake before, had never had the opportunity to see those freckles so up close or the tan of his skin, the pinkness of his lips and the length of his lashes.

You broke the spell lingering there by looking down at the fuel. “Let go” you ordered “slowly”

Bellamy very slowly let go of the grip he had on your hands and with a skill and preciseness you weren’t feeling you separated the mixture into different canister’s, flicking the locks closed on them and placing them down on the ground.

You released a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding when you could see them both there. Separate and safe once more.

“You idiot” Bellamy grabbed your arms shaking you lightly “you could have killed yourself”

“Really I’m the idiot?” you snapped own temper fraying “I’m not the one who snuck up on someone holding bloody Rocket Fuel!”

Bellamy scowled still not letting go of your arms. “I didn’t sneak”

“Really?” sarcasm dripped from your words “what do you call it then?”

“I shouted your fucking name Y/N how is that sneaking?”

You just scowled at him, realising he was still holding your arms you wriggled until he let go. “I have to go. I have a bomb to build”

He grabbed your elbow as you turned spinning you back around and pressing his mouth down on your own. You stood there stunned until your brain could understand what was happening. You lost yourself in the feel of his mouth on your own, his hands sliding up to hold your waist.

Of course your brain could never just stay quiet that would be to easy. All of sudden it was screaming in your ear about Raven and Bellamy, hell about every girl in the camp and Bellamy. That wasn’t you, you were not just going to be another knotch on his extensive list of girls.

Wrenching out of his grasp you wiped a hand over your mouth glaring at him. “No” you stated hand up to stop him coming closer. “No Bellamy. I am not just another check on your mission to go through every girl in camp”

“Y/N that’s not….”

“I don’t care” you cut him off. “You can’t have all of us, hell you slept with my best friend when she had literally just let go of Finn”

“Raven told you?”

“Of course she told me. She’s my best friend, like a sister. So no, you can’t have me as well”

“Y/N that’s not what’s happening here” he argued insistently.

“Nothing is happening here” you demanded. Turning your back on him once more, this time he let you as you bent down and carefully picked up the two smaller canisters leaving the drained rocket on the floor. “I have to get this to Raven again”

“Y/N I’m not giving up on you” he warned voice low.

You weren’t going to admit that his words were making butterflies dance in your stomach. Instead you just shrugged.

“Do whatever you want, it isn’t happening Bellamy” you walked past him back towards camp you still heard him though.

“Game on Y/N”



Supergirl Season 1 stuntwoman Jessie Graff broke a ton of records in her American Ninja Warrior run this week.  That alone is worth sharing but look at the sign one of her family/friends made:

HOW LEGIT IS THAT??? I love that it’s a Season 2 quote (she’s not a stuntwoman this season but clearly they’re still watching), that there’s a chance whoever made this is a Supercorp shipper (dunno about you but I can’t help but think of them when I hear this quote) that they hand-drew Jessie in a Supergirl outfit doing a freaking flying side kick- I mean, c’mon, how great is this?!

Ok, geek-out done.

Spin The Bottle

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader
Word count: 1,351
Warnings: Drinking
Request: ( @sdavid09 ) Could you do a Lucifer x Reader where Lucifer gets drunk? There is that episode where Cas gets drunk, and I know it takes a lot…but now I have to wonder…how would the other angels be like if they got drunk?!
Authors Note: I totally ended up taking this in an angsty love direction instead of a fun ‘what is Lucifer like drunk’ direction.  This is what came to me.  I’m sorry !

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Use The Spare Bedroom

Summary: Phil starts bringing boys home. Dan starts tweeting song lyrics. 

Word Count: 3436

A/N: List of songs referenced at the end. 

It started one Friday night. Dan was sprawled out on the couch. Laptop up and open to tumblr. He was settled for the night.

Then Phil came out of his room. He was in black jeans and a button up shirt.

‘I’m going out with some friends from uni.’ He announced.

'Oh.’ Dan took a few moments to process the information. 'Since when?’

'About forty-five minutes ago. I got a message and I thought why not?’

'Why not.’ Dan echoed.

'So… I’m not sure how late we’ll be out. Don’t wait up for me.’


Dan didn’t normally get to bed until about 2am on a normal night. He sort of thought he would see Phil come in before he headed off to retire for the night. But at 1.30am when he was heading off there was still no sign of Phil whatsoever.

He was woken up at 3am to the sound of a door slamming.

'Sshh.’ Followed by a giggle. 'My roommate is asleep.’

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Abandon All Hope (Part 5)

A/N: This was a fic I have been really excited about writing. Believe me, I was constantly talking about it to my friend for days. This is kinda an AU but kinda not. Everything that is happening in TWD is still happening. Some stuff has changed for the Winchesters background with Supernatural but there’s still a lot of the same things happening. I hope you all enjoy and would love to hear your positive feedback. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged.

Summary: (y/n) Winchester is just trying to survive the new world of the apocalypse with her brothers, Sam and Dean. While looking for your father, John, you come across two men who welcome you to their community, Alexandria. The events that follow will test the limits of not only your mind and body, but also your heart.

Pairings: Eventual Daryl x reader (almost), Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Characters: (y/n), Daryl, Rosita, Denise’s body, Dwight, Saviors, Eugene, Abraham, Sam, Dean, Glenn, Michonne, Rick, Maggie, Sasha, Aaron, Carl, saviors, Negan

Word Count: 3983

Warnings: language, angst as fuck, fluff, death, Negan (yes he’s a warning) 

Tagging: @thewalkingdeadfanfiction, @daryldixonwife1987, @omlbeans, @the-silver-iris, @sebbylover24, @megsense, @loricwizardbluetoastedcake, @youandyourstupidrope, @canadianjelly, @abnormal-angel, @shinydixon, @onlydarylnormanfic, @jodiereedus22, @crystallovesdaryl, @negan-dixon, @deepsouth, @multifandomizer, @sapphire1727, @johnmurphys-sass, @waayward-angel, @sassy-specter, @tiquismiquis, @frozenhuntress67, @saintflandus, @steve-rcgcrs

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“Put your guns down!” The man yelled. You had never seen him or the other men before, but the way Daryl was looking at him, you could tell he knew him. “And you, with the dead girl in your lap.” You looked into the eyes of the man. His face was horribly scarred on one side and you wondered what may have happened, but you didn’t really care at this time. “Stand up and keep your hands where we can see um.” He demanded.

You placed Denise’s head onto the ground and slowly got up. You kept your hands where they could see them, but not in the air. You didn’t want to stoop to these assholes’ level. Daryl and Rosita were doing the same as you. “Who the fuck are you?” You demanded to know.

“I’m D, or Dwight. Whichever you prefer.” Dwight gave you a small bow after introducing himself. He was a cocky son of a bitch, that was for sure. He then let his eyes run up and down your body without even trying to hide the fact that he was doing it. You cringed at the thought of what he wanted to do to you, but you stood tall and didn’t back down. “He was right, you are hot as hell.”

You knitted your brows together. Who was he talking about and how did this man even know who you were. He was giving you the creeps and the way the other men were ogling you, you knew they were probably thinking the same thing. “Who’s right?” You decided to ask.

“Don’t talk ta ‘er!” Daryl growled at Dwight. He began to move to stand in front of you to protect you from him but Dwight aimed the crossbow he had at him. He stopped and grimaced at the man then eyed the weapon in his hands.

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Dear shipper of great love stories!
Dear POTENTIAL EVAK “trial” shipper!
Brace yourselves, this is a long, but important message to you:

The shippers of SKAM is a very varied fandom. The “Skamily” ranges from 12 to 80 years of age. We are of all colors and genders and we live on all continents. What we have in common is that we have all bonded quite recently over our love for SKAM – especially brought on by season 3 and the stories that were told through Isak and Evens struggles.
And against all odds, EVAK and the Skamily managed to reach the final in the E-online TV-couple 2017 poll, and we are so proud to be competing against Malec in the end game – they are a tough crowd and worthy competitors!

A long the way, we were fortunate enough to be paired up with some very tough competition and beating some very popular couples. We do understand that these ships are important to you, but, we are writing this to be sincere; We are hoping that if you learn a little bit more about SKAM and watch a few of the episodes from season 3, you might feel for EVAK and maybe experience that they sort of represent something in you as well.  I would like to take the opportunity to offer a few important facts about SKAM that may make you want to watch it, and also maybe want to “trial” ship our couple just a tiny bit. Just enough for you to want to vote for them (in massive amounts of course;) in the finale happening as we speak.

1. SKAM is a small low budget production, mainly made for the people of a country with a population of 5 million. Three full seasons cost approx. 1,1 million dollars to produce – a fraction of what larger TV-series productions normally cost. It is produced by NRK - the Norwegian National Public Broadcasting Company. NRK is financed by the people, therefore the price tag on SKAM is a sober one.

2. The actors are real teenagers, with blemishes and all infirmities that go along with that. Most are without any prior acting experience. A few of them are exceptions to this but none of them were well known before SKAM. Also, the SKAM cast is made up of some of the best acting talents in the country. Especially Henrik Holm and Tarjei Sandvik Moe, who play Even and Isak, are raw outstanding talents. They play the difficult and challinging roles of Isak and Even with such force and credibility that one is blown away. We have no other two actors who can act like this in Norway. It’s true.
These are some of the key reasons the SKAM universe is so very believable and relatable to the viewer. We feel them. We are them. No matter our background or where we are from.

3. SKAM is originally made especially for young people (target audience was girls 15-17). But as the subject matters and troubles of the characters are so universally recognizable and relatable the show has become a big hit in all age groups. At first only in Norway and Scandinavia, but suddenly, with season 3, also a big hit in so many corners of the world. And that is because the challenges the characters are confronted with are relatable not only to Scandinavians but to people on a global scale.

4. SKAM is made primarily for watching and following on the internet. It is really smartly integrated and interweaved with the character’s communicating via FB Messenger, Instagram and SMS (texts) in between film clips. Everything is posted in “real time” so you get the feeling that it is happening right now. The concept brings you even closer to the SKAM universe and draws you in. All clips during one week are collected in a 18-30 min. episode available online as well as being aired on traditional linear TV every Friday during the season. Only watching the Friday episode makes you miss out on all the social media communication between the main character and his/her friends and family, but you can still follow the story line by only watching the film clips.

5. Season 3 with EVAK gave SKAM its big break through internationally (due to devoted fans subtitling and spreading the show on their own). Isak and Evens bumpy road to becoming comfortable in their own skin and finding love is about acceptance, tolerance, friendships, support, mental health and a lot of things we ALL struggle with every day, no matter the color of your skin, your gender, your nationality, your age or your religion. It really touched so many people’s hearts all over the globe. There is really nothing more and nothing less to it. All is LOVE as the show states.

Our fragmented Skamily has been faced with claims that we cheated our way through the previous voting rounds. To that we just need to say that we really didn’t. We are just totally ordinary people who found each other online because of our love for SKAM and Isak and Even. This ship is very new and not really an organized one at that. I think that the majority of EVAK and SKAM fans have never shipped anyone before and have no real experience being part of a fandom, this just happened a bit suddenly and we are still trying to get to grips with it. I don’t even think we think of it that way – that we are part of a fandom. We just love EVAK and SKAM. So, where do we go from here over the next few days? As season 3 really touched so many people, that’s why people globally are voting their asses off for EVAK. And, there will in fact never be a new chance for EVAK to win this again because the SKAM concept of every season having its own character that we follow, puts the previous characters in the background and their story is not really a priority. So most likely, EVAK is history by the end of this year.

Now, we would really love for EVAK to win this, and thus show that:
1. you don’t need to bring out the big guns (money) to create a show of quality that touches people.
2. a quality show can come from a small country many can’t really place on the map.
3. a quality show can be in a foreign language (with subs rather than dubbing to make it more realistic) and can teach you about other places, other people, other lives - that are different, but yet sometimes also the same…
4. a low budget production from the other side of the world can stand up to 63 American TV-productions with lots more bucks in their pockets.
5. it’s OK to be different
6. underdogs are lovable too

So, we hope you give EVAK a shot and watch some of the episodes with subs generously offered by devoted fans (see links below). And if you actually think it’s any good (which we are sure you will after pressing play) we would love your support and “trial” ship of EVAK. We know you will not regret it!
And, whoever you decide to give your vote(s) - the coming days and nights will be exiting and exhausting where we all will give our all – on both sides. We respect that everybody will fight with what they’ve got.
So, with no hidden agenda, no ulterior motive, no shame - only LOVE; Happy voting and happy shipping from Skamdinavia!

Alt er LOVE.

Watch SKAM season 1-3 here:

Watch SKAM season 3 Isak+Even here (18-30 min. episodes):

You can vote as many times as you like, all day and all night if you want.
Please note that you should cross of pics in a Captcha for your vote to count. The Captcha appears when you check the box for not being a robot. If you don’t see the Captcha and only get the green V confirming you have voted, it still might not be registered. So please vote in a browser that shows the Captcha. There are discussions about the importance of the Captcahs going around, but to be on the safe side it is smart to do it.

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Houston we have a baby problem

I am so happy that daddy Wednesday is now a thing. Here is the first of little drabbles that I will write from suggestions and ask that are sent to @bucky-plums-barnes. Thank you love for believing in me and pushing me to write these. And a massive thanks for letting me take these asks and make them into stories. 

Side note, when proof reading isn’t your bestfriend. 

-cough-, -cough-, “Chris honey, would you be able to make me lemon green tea”.

“Anything for you, my love and I’m so sorry for getting you sick”

“Hey it’s ok, one we thought you weren’t contagious anymore, and two I can never say no your your snuggles”. “You are my cuddly NASA bear”. “And side not those NASA jumpers are so god damn comfy, whoever designed and made those needs a raise”.

After Chris makes you your tea and the two of you snuggle on the couch watching some recorded shows from nights before, your one year old son starts to get restless and clearly wants to wake up for the day.

Chris starts to get up, when you snuggle further into him. “Honey, don’t leave, you are so warm and comfy”

“Baby, I would love to, but one I have to get Mark out of his crib before he starts having a fit, he needs breakfast and two I need to go to work”.

“Can’t you just call in sick today, please for me.”

“Again I would love to, but I already took sick leave when I was sick and I am teaching today, so I can’t disappoint them.” “They all love me.”

“Sure they do Chris. Have they told you this or did you just make this up from thin air”

“Hey don’t be mean”. “I am going to get our son out and ready for the day. You just sit here and stay pretty”

“Hey there little man, did you sleep well”

Mark was the spitting image of his father. The day he came into your lives was one of the most magical day’s ever and Chris was one the surface of Mars, so thats saying something. Chris dresses Mark for the day (and of course its space themed) and packs his day bag, as he is going to work with him. While getting ready for work, Chris places one of his NASA jumpers into the dryer, so it’s nice and warm for you.

Walking back into the living room, Chris spots you curled up on the couch, watching the latest episode of Arrow. “God Stephen Amell is one handsome man”

“Ouch! love, what about me.”

“Haha, hey you are my gorgeous love bug”

“Mama, mama”. Mark starts to make grabbie hands for you and you just can’t resist. He is your little boy and the light of your life. But before you could get your hands on him, you start to have a cough attack. Chris sets down Mark to rub soothing circles on your back.

“I am taking Mark to work today. You need time to get some rest and I don’t want you to worry about Mark. I would prefer you to get better. There is some chicken soup in the fridge, all it need is some heating up. I stocked up the cupboards with some of your favourite snacks and I have left one of my jumpers in the dryer, so it’s nice and warm for you”.

“How did I get so lucky. I love you so much. Well I hope you have an lovely day at work and Mark be good to your daddy.”

Mark was sleeping soundly in his stroller, while Chris was running his class. Mark’s namesake decided to join the class, as he couldn’t pass a chance to be with his godson. Halfway through the class, Mark starts to cry, big Mark starts to rock little man back and forth, but he was having none of it. He just wants his dad. 

“Hey little man, can you be a good boy for daddy, please” With no sign of stopping anytime soon, Chris was left with one option. Taking the harness strap out of the stroller, Chris straps his son to his chest and starts to hop around the classroom. Within a couple of minutes Marks starts to calm down and falls back to sleep. Chris continues the class like nothing ever happen. Watney without Chris spotting him, pulls out his phone and takes a couple of snapshots and sends it to you.  

You couldn’t contain the smile that broke out on your face. This was the cutest thing ever and Stephen Amell has graced us with his presence today. Ha, let’s not tell that to Chris. Underneath the photo, Watney leaves the caption, “God my godson is the cutest thing, must get it from me, ha”.

Mark and Chris come back from work at around 5 o’clock. Chris feeds Mark his dinner and bathes him before reading one of his books and while he falls asleep. He turns on his solar system turner, before making his way to your shared room. “How was your day baby”

“It was alright, went and had a bath and then spent the rest of the day watching the TV. How was your’s, I saw what happen in class today. Let just say you make an adorable daddy.”

You show Chris the photo that Mark sent you, which also has become your phone screen background. Chris places his hand around your shoulders and you snuggle into his side. “You know I’m the luckiest girl in the world, I have two wonderful, gorgeous, handsome boys. You too just make me so happy”

“Oh, now I’m better than Stephen, baby.”

“Ha, you know I love you more honey”.

You look up towards Chris and start to lending in to kiss him. Before you could attach your lips to his, he moves slightly and kiss your forehead instead.

“Sorry baby, your sick”

You pout and give him the best puppy dog eyes ever. “Fine, come here baby”

Chris and you share a breath taking kiss. Well it’s easy too, as you are currently sick. You snuggle further into Chris and you fall asleep in a instance.

Chris couldn’t ask for a better family.

The Horror

Pairing: Philip Hamilton x reader
Word Count: 1,050ish
T/W: None!
A/N: For Anon’s Request: “Ok hahaha well like I said I’m not a big fan of horror movies (mostly the ones from today) sooo can I request a *shocker* Philip imagine where he’s totally into horror movies and forces the reader to watch one even though she’s incredibly terrified of them?” YES. YES. YES.
Tags: @justfangirlingaround ✨ 

“Okay, what are we feelin’?” Philip asked you, tossing a blanket to you.

You were already curled up on the couch ready for movie night! It was a tradition the two of you had started when you began dating in highschool and it just stuck. Every Tuesday night was the night both of you sat down together and watched a movie of the choosing. Since the engagement and moving in together, you just combined your movie collections creating one big one. 

“You pick!” you exclaimed sitting on the couch criss-cross, “I picked the last three times.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, walking over to the cabinet you kept the DVD’s in. He always liked it better when you picked, because then he knew you’d be happy with the decision. Not that he didn’t know the movies you liked, he just wanted you to be as happy as possible, even if that meant watching specific genres or movies over again. He’d do almost anything to see you smile. Sure, picking a movie seemed like a pretty little detail, but it mattered it him. 

“Hmm,” he sifted through a couple movies, looking back to see you smiling at him like a little kid; you really loved this time with him, “How about this one?”

“What is it?” You asked, unable to read the title.

“It’s Incideous,” he could tell from the expression that came on your face that you had no idea what that meant, “it’s a horror. I don’t think we’ve ever watched one together…do you want to?”

“Umm,” you bit your lip.

“We don’t have to-”

“No, no, no! It’s your turn to pick! I’ll watch whatever!” you protested.

He asked again and you insisted it was fine, even though you hated horrors. But you felt kind of childish to be afraid of a movie when your fiancé was going to be right next to you. You suddenly felt nervous, and a little anxious. When Philip sat down, you immediately leaned a little closer to him. He didn’t think anything of it, probably assuming you were just cold or something. He pushed play, looking to you, you gave a faint smile before the movie started. Taking a deep breath you told yourself you could get through this. The beginning wasn’t too bad, but once it got into the “horror” part you flinched back a little with a squeak.

“You okay?” Philip laughed a little, but asked genuinely.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine,” you played it off.

You pushed yourself closer to him, and he brought an arm around your waist. You gasped a couple times, but tried your best to keep quiet as you felt your pulse quicken. Your eyes were wide and focused on the T.V. until you felt something grab your side. Arching yourself away from the source and practically screaming, you looked back to see the source.

“It’s not funny, Philip!” you tapped his chest.

“Aww, baby, I’d never let anything happen to you,” he pulled you close to him as you crossed your arms pouting.

You turned your head away from him. 

“Hey,” he brought you to face him, “you know that.”

It was near impossible to stay mad at him, so you responded by resting your head against the front of his shoulder. Every time something scary came on screen you hid your face into Philip’s chest. He chuckled a little as you squeaked and tightened your grip on his shirt, pulling your legs closer, curling up in his arms. He willingly held you. Occasionally teasing you about how scared you were getting. Every time he said something you protested saying that you weren’t scared, and conveniently a frightening image appeared on the T.V. causing you to retreat to his arms. 

The night seemed to last forever. Even though only 30 minutes had gone by, you felt like it had been an eternity. Maybe you should have let him know how much you didn’t like horrors. No, you were fine. He was fine, so you could be fine. Though Philip might not admit it, he did rather enjoy how much you were depending on him for protection and comfort. He was completely immune to horror movies, they just didn’t have much of an effect on him, which you were thankful in times like these. Your breathing began to become erratic after a major climax in the movie, he even felt you shake a little. 

“Babe,” he hit pause. 

“Wh-what?” you looked up at him.

“Why didn’t you tel me you didn’t like horrors?” He asked.

“Well, I- I didn’t,” you sat up, pulling yourself away from him, staring down at your fingers, “I didn’t want you to think I was being dumb and childish.”

You looked up, hearing him laugh. 

“That’s what you were worried about?” Philip smiled.

“Well, yeah, and maybe you wouldn’t like me as much since I don’t like ho-”

Philip took your hands in his, “Do you think I could ever not like you? And of all things over a movie?”

“N-no,” you dropped your gaze down. 

“I’ll always love you, even if you don’t like horrors. Babe, that’s okay with me.” He assured you. 

After thorough reassurance, he asked you once again what you wanted to watch. The final decision was “Serendipity,” a romantic comedy. You were still curled up next to Philip, but much much calmer. And he was much happier knowing you weren’t scared. By the end of the movie the two of you were lying on the couch enjoying a good make-out session, which Philip had started, to make sure that you had completely forgotten the horror. 

“Ah! Philip!” you exclaimed giggling, after rolling off the couch with him, “On the floor?” 

“Oh, wow, the horror,” he said sarcastically, returning his lips to your neck.

He really didn’t care where, as long as you were happy again and smiling.

anonymous asked:

In your Jungkook whipped analysis what video did Jungkook get ahem... excited while Jimin was dancing I need you and when did he dance (grind?) over/above Jimin?? All for scientific reasons of course *sweats nervously*

Anon, what are sweating nervously for. This blog is purely scientific.  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Ok (here) is the original video of Jungkook watching Jimin dance. And (here) is the up close and detailed version with commentary.

The original video of Jungkook…doing whatever (dance/grind/gyrate) that was over Jimin is literally nowhere to be found. It was a fancam or extended version of the encore when they won at Music Bank for BST. I guess whoever uploaded it decided to take it down? Probably decided it was too NSFW.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But (here) is the clip of Jeon doing…that…yh. [Gotta love the jikook fam who always keep receipts]

(the analysis)