otp what are you doing with my heart

short sentence prompts part 2
  1. “I’m sorry I scared you, I didn’t mean to.”
  2. “Eyes on me.”
  3. “How dare you?!”
  4. “Please never stop smiling.”
  5. “It’s starting.”
  6. “Stop talking.”
  7. “I’m stuck, I’m stuck!“
  8. “You need to see this.“
  9. “Do you understand now?”
  10. “I want to, so badly… but I can’t tell you“
  11. “I never want to see white walls ever again.”
  12. “Criss cross it.”
  13. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
  14. “I agree.”
  15. “Stop harming yourself like this!”
  16. “My heart beats for you.”
  17. Help.”
  18. “I can’t wait to hug you.”
  19. “Take it.”
  20. “Don’t cry, baby.”
  21. “Every inch of you is breathtaking.”
  22. “No way in hell.”
  23. “You died!”
  24. “You got this.”
  25. “Do not. Tempt. Me.”
  26. “Cute, but still fucked up.”
  27. “That’s not yours.”
  28. “We are not friends!”
  29. “Thank you for making up my mind for me.”
  30. “Stop being so attractive!”
Called It

A YouTuber AU SnowBaz fanfic for the Carry On Countdown


Simon Snow’s first YouTube video is one of my favourites.  It’s as painfully awkward as any other YouTuber’s first video.  He sits up too straight in his chair, he smiles and laughs too mechanically, and the film quality itself is poor, with half of his words lost to shoddy editing. Yet despite all this, it’s adorable.

           And of course, it’s the origin of the biggest OTP on YouTube, SnowBaz.

           “Hi guys,” Simon waves at the camera, his hand going all pixelated at the movement.  “Welcome to the first video on my channel!”  He’s inserted a sound effect of people cheering.  I have to laugh.  It’s so damn cringe-worthy.

           He goes on for a few moments, trying to make jokes and jump-cuts that work, when finally, it’s everyone’s favourite part.

           “What are you doing, Snow?” comes a voice from off-camera.  My heart turns to mush.


           Simon’s new flatmate, or at least he was new at this point.

           “Making my first YouTube video,” Simon grins up at someone behind the camera.  “Come say hi!”

           “-bleep- no.”

           Even the censor sounds old, like it was stolen from the year 2007.

           Simon looks a bit panicked, like he’s realizing that he’ll have to edit out the swear word.  A door slams somewhere out of the shot.

           “That’s my new flatmate,” he tells us.  “His name is Baz.  He’s kind of a prat.”

           “Just you wait,” I whisper at my computer screen. “Just you wait.”


           Simon and Baz do not get along.  At all.

           That much is clear from the first video, but it become increasingly obvious as Simon posts more frequently.  He often films in the living room, which drives Baz insane.

           “Why don’t you film in your own room?” he says, audibly annoyed.

           “The lighting in there is terrible,” Simon protests.

           “Well, I’d like to be able to walk around my own flat, if you don’t mind.”

           “Go ahead, no one’s stopping you,” Simon shrugs. “Besides, the viewers keep saying they want to see you.”

           “Well, who wouldn’t?”

           Good old Baz.  Sarcastic and full of himself.  They don’t appear to realize it, but the two of them balance each other out perfectly.

           Little by little, Baz begins to make his mark on Simon’s channel.  At first we only hear him from off-screen, offering his two bits about nearly everything Simon has to say.  Many of his comments are admittedly quite mean and uncalled for, but Simon never edits them out.  Baz is the invisible heckler.  Viewers begin to latch onto this weird relationship of apparent hatred and, as YouTube viewers are wont to do, turn it into a new ship.  “SnowBaz” they call it, and before long the comment sections on all of Simon’s videos are full of things like “I ship it” and “OTP”.

           I try not to fall victim to this shipping trend myself.  It feels insensitive to me, shipping real live people that I’ve never even met like they’re objects of sorts.  But even I can’t deny that the two of them would be cute together.  Provided they stop hating each other.

           Then Baz appears onscreen for the first time.

           He’s on the couch in the background, facing away from the camera.  All we can see is long black hair.  He only moves when he’s shouting ridicule at Simon’s words.  Once he turns his head further to make himself heard, and we catch a glimpse of the light brown skin of his face.  This time the comments are all “is that Baz?” and “OMG BAZ”.

           After that he starts to appear more often. Sometimes he’s facing the screen, looking down at his phone or a book.  He’s tall, and his hair reaches his shoulders.  The expression on his face goes between concentration and a sneer, that latter of which he reserves for his heckling.  It doesn’t take long for people to start commenting on how attractive he is.  Still Simon leaves all the footage of Baz in his videos, not hiding a single rude comment from his viewers.

           Once, Simon tries to get Baz to join him for a “meet my flatmate” video.  Baz responds simply by flipping Simon off in the background, which Simon has to pixel out. He’s gotten better at editing at this point.

           Sometimes Simon posts daily vlogs on days when he does things that he considers exciting.  The things that Simon finds exciting are too cute for words.  They tend to be little events like going to a coffee shop, things that are almost mundane but for some reason they excite him. He does this thing where he dances when he’s excited.  He’ll bob his head cheerfully as he walks, glad to just be out.  He’s gone to the grocery store with Baz a few times in his vlogs.  Those videos are some of the best ones.  They bicker about everything from which kind of milk to get to who gets to carry the baskets.  Sometimes we can see Baz’s mouth quirk like he’s trying not to laugh, like all this bickering is just a game for him.  Of course, this sends the SnowBaz shippers into a frenzy, the idea that maybe, just maybe, Baz doesn’t hate Simon as much as he lets on.

           But there’s one video on Simon’s channel that is the absolute bread of life for anyone who ships the two of them.  Simon is doing a Q&A, and as usual Baz is sitting and reading in the background.

           “This question is from Twitter,” Simon says, reading off of his phone.  “They ask ‘Are you in love with anyone right now?’”

           And if you look closely, you can see Baz go rigid.

           “Well,” Simon leans in close to the camera, “I have been messaging with someone quite a lot.  I don’t know who the person is, but we’ve gotten really close and I’m starting to think -”

           “Could you keep it down, Snow,” Baz pipes up, his voice tight.  “I’m trying to read over here.”

           Simon doesn’t speak of it any further, but Baz sneaks glances at the back of Simon’s head more than once before the video is over. I don’t know how Simon could have not noticed it.  Certainly every single one of his viewers did, which is to say over a million people. Perhaps love is completely daft.


           When I arrive home from work on a particularly rainy day in October, I am delighted to open my computer and find that Simon is in the middle of a livestream.  Comments flow constantly from the sidebar and I settle in to join the party.  He’s in a different room this time, one with a neatly made bed on which he sits, and I gather that it’s his room.  It looks so clean, but I wonder if there’s a disaster hiding behind the camera.

           Simon leans towards us like he’s trying to read all of the comments and questions as they flood in.  He gets a lot of I love you’s and he grins in response, trying to return as many of them as possible.

           “I’ve got to go soon,” he tells us and I sigh in disappointment, “but I’ll answer a few more questions first.”  He’s quiet for a minute as all the viewers catch up with the stream.  “Here’s one: ‘Did you find out who was messaging you so much?’”  He pauses before answering.  “Funny you should ask, because yes, I did, and that’s a perfect segway into what I wanted to talk about.”  He shifts on his bed.  “I have a bit of an announcement -”

           His door opens behind him, and Baz in all his glory appears in it.

           Comments start flying in of “BAZ” and “OMG”

           “What are you doing?” Baz asks without a hint of a sneer in his voice.

           “Just filming a live show,” Simon tells him. He seems… nervous?

           “A live show, eh?”  Baz strolls over and – wonder of wonders – sits down on the bed next to Simon.  We’ve never seen him this close to the camera, and his eyes are this lovely mix of gray and green.

           We’ve also never seen him this close to Simon before.

           My heart kicks up a notch.  I’ve fallen down the slippery slope and now there’s no denying that I ship it completely.  I grab a pillow to hold to my chest and go into fangirl-mode, overanalysing every inch of their proximity.  With a click I maximize the screen, blocking the other comments from my view.  I want to see every pixel of this.

           “I was just going to make that little announcement,” Simon says, staring at his hands in his lap.

           “Ah,” Baz nods, apparently understanding.  “Go on, then.  Carry on, Simon.”

           Did he –

           Did he just call him Simon?

           He never calls him Simon!

           “I can’t do it if you’re here!” Simon protests.

           Baz gives a shrug.  “Then I’ll tell them.”

           He takes Simon by the collar and kisses him.  

           I scream into my pillow.

           Simon and Baz are kissing, right now, in front of millions of people.

           I can practically hear the collective aneurism that the fangirls are currently having.

           They’re still kissing, and Simon is grinning against Baz’s mouth.  It’s the most genuine smile he’s ever graced the internet with, and it’s not even for us.

           I’m tearing up, I’m so happy for them.

           Baz lets Simon go and turns to smirk at the camera. “That one’s for all you SnowBaz shippers out there.  Don’t think we don’t know.”  He winks. He fucking winks.

           And then he leaves.  

           Simon turns back to the camera, his cheeks red and his lips puffy.  He grins sheepishly.

           “Um, yeah,” he stammers, “that’s what I was gonna tell you about.”

           I tap the comment box.

           pennyforyourthoughts: Called it.

Imagine you're otp
  • Person C: "Can't you at least admit you're in love with them?"
  • Person A: "Listen here I may get weak in the knees when they smile at me, my heart might beat faster when they touch me and my mood may change when I'm around them but..that..doesn't mean.."
  • Person C: "Smirking"
  • Person A: "Shit, what do I do?"

Originally posted by navigaero

Pairing: Shawn x Reader

Request: Hiii great work!! can u do one about her not being liked by the fans??? Or something like that? Thanks xo

Warnings: Angst?? Dissing? Idk?

A/N: Ok so this might not be one of my best work but like pls bear w me, I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT!!!

“And now we’re back with the one and only, Shawn Mendes!” The interviewer announced making Shawn smile and wave at the camera

“Hello!” He said not being able to wipe the smile off of his face

“Lovely to have you here! We also hear that you are now officially on the market again!” The interviewer said enthusiastically 

“It’s good to be here! And… yeah I’m single.” he said trying so hard to not let his smile fall

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lit otps ≡ to all the boys i’ve loved before series: lara jean song & peter kavinsky
“In the contract we said we wouldn’t break each other’s hearts. What if we do it again?”
Fiercely he says, “What if we do? If we’re so guarded, it’s not going to be anything. Let’s do it fucking for real, Lara Jean. Let’s go all in. No more contract. No more safety net. You can break my heart. Do whatever you want with it.”
I put my hand to his chest, over his heart. I can feel it beating. I let my hand fall away. His heart is mine, just mine. I believe it now. Mine to protect and care for, mine to break.
I know now that I don’t want to love or be loved in half measures. I want it all, and to have it all, you have to risk it all.
So I take Peter’s hand; I put it on my heart. I tell him, “You have to take good care of this, because it’s yours.


an assassin and a necromancer in love (for my love @tethrasing​ on her birthday)

the right to remain silent

Okay so I recently hit a follower and a fic milestone, and my immediate reaction was just to go, “oh, nice!” and eat some ice-cream - but then my sister, who is my conscience in human form, said, “Why on earth are you congratulating yourself? You should be doing something nice for the people who made this possible!” so in the end I went “Alright alright alright have this terrible ficlet I wrote in like 20 minutes”. Thanks for everything, guys!

“my dad is a cop and i just called him and he was like “hey i have a 17 year old boy in the back of my cop car right now that i’m running him to the station” and i asked if he was cute and my dad said “Hey, my daughter wants to know if you’re cute” and the guy said “i want to say yes, sir” and my dad started laughing so hard” AU based on this post . (It was supposed to be Zutara, but honestly? It’s basically Hakoda deciding to adopt Zuko)

the right to remain silent 

“Are you okay with this, or do you want me to change the station?” Hakoda says. Silence greets him, so he glances into the rear view mirror at the boy sitting behind him, who is looking back at him with anger and apprehension and uncertainty written over his face. It’s actually a pretty impressive range of emotions he’s displaying, given the fact that the kid really only has one eye.

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2 Year Anniversary

I did it. I rewatched Your Lie in April and planned it accordingly just so I could finish today, March 19th, which marks the 2 year anniversary of the day the final episode was aired. I’m in tears; actually, I’ve been in tears through the entirety of rewatching this and this anime is even more beautiful the second time around because I feel and see so much more. Knowing the ending and still being able to enjoy and feel all these emotions is what makes Your Lie in April such a masterpiece. As a musician, this anime speaks to me on such a deep level. Some might say that the anime exaggerates, but in all honesty, being able to play like that, being able to feel what they feel, is what I strive to be. Watching the characters grow in just a span of 22 episodes is such an amazing feat. All the characters are loveable, relatable, and unique in their own way! Except Tsubaki because I just can’t bring myself to like her  I can most definitely say that nothing can touch my heart like Your Lie in April can. 

Kaori is so beautiful, and so strong and I can’t help but love her so much. Her outlook on life is amazing, and she smiles even at death’s door. She’s everything that I aspire to be. When I was following the anime as a new episode came out every week two years ago, I desperately hoped that she wouldn’t die. This innocent, beautiful angel couldn’t just die like that. Alas, the ending that we all wanted never came to be. The anime remained faithful to the manga to the very end, and our amazing heroine had to leave us behind. The letter that she left behind was so beautiful and heartwrenching and was the main source of my tears. She didn’t have any regrets. In essence, her dream came true. She built Kousei back up when he was down in the dumps and made him into a better man. After her death, I was sure Kousei would relapse and quit music for sure, but he didn’t. Kaori’s influence was able to help him move on and mature so much than when we first saw him. And that shattered my heart even more. They’re perfect together. They were soulmates and anyone could see that they were the perfect match. How cruel is it of fate to take her away from him? They are aware of each other’s flaws, but they see it as beauty. They think each other’s imperfections are perfect. They were meant to be. And his last song; their last performance together in spirit— goodness gracious that tugged on my heartstrings. He overcame his fear to play despite knowing he would lose everything again and played for her. He played for her to say goodbye. Excuse me while I go cry my eyes out in a corner again :’)

I have so much more to say about this, but right now I’m a jumbled up mess and this anime just pulls out emotions from me that I didn’t even know I had and throws them right back at me without remorse. Watching this is like going on an emotional rollercoaster and not knowing where you’ll end up. But the messages and the symbolism that this anime conveys is like no other. It’s something that I can never forget and something that I would willingly throw myself into again even though I know it will cause me emotional pain.

But you know what? Being able to feel all this, just watching something that can evoke so much emotion and make you reflect upon your own life like that: that’s what makes me love Your Lie in April so much. Say what you will, but I think Your Lie in April is beautiful.

P/S: I was also so inspired that I wrote a poem in response to Kaori’s letter from Kousei’s point of view— http://uzumakipride.tumblr.com/post/158423889980/kouseis-response-to-kaoris-letter

At this point, I’m just trying to do everything I can to relieve myself of these tears…

Woman - Spencer Reid

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

hello sweet cupcakes.  this one is inspired by Woman by Daddy Harry Styles and i love him more than i will ever love myself :) 


word count: 2,607

You drove Spencer Reid absolutely mad. Everything about you was so alluring, but yet most of your free time in work was spent laughing with, touching, and cutting up with one of the I.T. men, Mark. It was so frustrating to Spencer to try to court you but it had little to no effect. He was under the impression that he was a friend and nothing more.  

You worked in the same FBI building as Spencer and you basically did any and all legal paperwork that needed to be done for the Behavioral Analysis Unit to be sure that there was not any legal conflicts.  You were sort of like their own persona attorney in the building, and you were a treasured employee.  Spencer admired the knowledge you had on the legal field and he was always so interested in what you had to say.  You adored this about him, how he could sit there and listen to you speak for a limitless amount of time.  

Little did Spencer know, you were equally infatuated with him as he was with you.  Every little quirk he had, all his lame jokes and obsession with reading and Halloween, you adored it.  Spencer was the bane of your existence as he was not even aware.  Perhaps it was that you were simply horrible at giving signs, or that Spencer was mildly oblivious of any signs of affection.  Either way, it always discouraged you from him.  

On this particular day, as you pouted in you private office, you wanted nothing more than to listen to Spencer’s voice as he spoke about something you did not know a thing about.   Your head rested against the large oak desk in your office as soft music played from your desktop.  Today, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up in your bed, with your cat, and binge watch The Office.  Instead, you sat in your office, reading Agent Hotchner’s report on his most recent case, looking for any sort of trouble or dispute between the team and members of the local police department that called them in.  

A small knock on your door jolted you from your minor nap, and you quickly made yourself look busy as you called out, “Come in!”  

Slowly, the door of your office opened to reveal an eccentric looking Penelope Garcia and a bored Emily Prentiss.  “Can I help you?”  You asked with a faint smile.  

Penelope walked into the room and sat in front of your desk in one of the two chairs.  “Yes, actually.” 

Emily followed in suit, seemingly to be more awake now.  “About a fun topic.”  She insisted with a smirk on her lips.  

You folded your hands in front of you and narrowed you eyes.  “And what would that be, ladies?”  You asked, trying to be formal with your friends.  They saw right through your false demeanor and treated you just the same.  

“Spencer Reid.”  Emily said, raising an eyebrow. 

You furrowed your eyebrows.  “Why?  Is everything all right?”  You questioned quickly and found yourself to be leaning forward at the mentioning of his name.  Whenever they left on missions, and you got a call, you immediately worried that someone would be hurt, especially Spencer.  He was your kryptonite.  

Penelope crossed her arms full of bangles.  “If by all right, you mean a totally pitiful mess, then yes, he is all right.”  She muttered and glared at you.  You knew she was not truly mad, but just bothering you for fun.  

“Pardon?”  You asked, shocked at her words.  

Emily chuckled softly.  “What we are trying to say is that it is time for you to stop acting as if you do not have the biggest crush on Spencer.”  She reasoned and crossed one leg over the other. 

Your mouth fell open, surprised.  You had nothing at all to say, because the words would not form for you.  “Do not act like you do not know what we are talking about!  Spencer does not realize that Mark is gay and he thinks that you are head over heels for Mark instead of him!”  Penelope cried.  “It is time for my OTP to be together and if you do not accept that, I will make it happen myself.”  She threatened and pointed her finger at you.  

Uncontrollable laughter spilled from your mouth.  You could not believe the words she said!  “He really doesn’t know that Mark is gay?”  You laughed loudly, covering your face.  “The poor thing, he makes my heart so happy.”  You admitted.  You face was flushed and the two girls looked at you confused.  

“What is so funny?”  Emily asked and narrowed her eyes at you.  Obviously, she did not understand your humor.  

You straightened yourself out and sighed.  Your laughing had ceased and you had a poker straight look on your face.  “I am laughing because there is not a snowball’s chance in hell that the sweet Dr. Reid has any sort of romantic feelings for me.” You muttered and shuffled through your papers, looking for nothing in particular.  

Penelope rolled her eyes at you through her large colorful glasses. She did not speak, but instead, allowed Emily to.  “I do not understand how you got your degree and went to law school but be so foolish all the same, (Y/N).”  She said, exasperated,  and threw her hands up.  

“But, you do admit you have feelings for him?”  Penelope questioned.  

You blushed, and ducked down, looking at your papers.  “I never said that.”  You muttered and played with the corner of the document you were researching.  You didn’t actually admit it, had you?  Your worst kept secret, you finally spoke aloud?  

Emily perked up, smiling.  “You do!”  She accused and stood.  

You stood as well, walking around your desk and standing close to the two of the,  “No, no!  You will not interfere with my relationships and love life.  Remember I am your superior and all it takes is one paper to slip through the cracks and one of you could be interviewed by the board.  Especially you, Miss Garcia.”  You threatened with a blush on your face.  You never really threatened anyone because you were more peace loving than aggressive, but the situation require it in this point.  

Penelope smiled wicked.  “Not a thing will be done, my pretty face.”  She said and whisked herself from the room quickly with Emily in tow.  

Emily looked at you and mouthed a quick “I’m sorry,” as Penelope dragged her away.  

You sighed heavily and sat down at your desk again with your head in your hands.  


A week and a half has passed since your talk with Penelope and Emily and nothing suspicious has happened.  You were grateful for this, but it also took a mental toll on you.  The team had left for a big case in Atlanta and were due back any minute now, and you were rushing to finish the paperwork for them to sign and return to you to file.  Usually, you had it finished hours before they were due back and had it on their desks with more than enough time.  

This was not the case today.  

You had only Derek Morgan’s left to do, and it made you feel sick to your stomach as you rushed to finish the documents with the information Agent Hotchner had provided for you.  You finished typing away furiously, and printed the paper quickly and saved it to your database.  You paper clipped it and stood from your desk to deliver the papers to all of the team’s desks before they returned.  

After all the papers were placed on their respectful desks, you returned to your office and collapsed in your chair, immediately kicking off the black heels you wore to make yourself look taller.  You slipped your pink slipped on instead that kept their place under your desk and put your head into your hands.   

It felt like hours had passed as you breezed through work, trying to get as much done before you planned to head home at around seven o’clock that night.  Another light knock at the door interrupted you.  “Come in,”  you called and set your pen down and leaned back in your comfortable chair.  

Spencer Reid entered, not wanting to look at you.  He held the paperwork in your hand and you were alarmed.  Normally, you didn’t expect the paperwork to be finished until the next day at the soonest.  “You’ve finished reading it already?”  You asked in shock. 

Spencer nodded.  “I have, but there is one mistake that makes an entire paragraph inaccurate.”  He said stiffly as he stood at the doorway.  

“Well, come in, then.  And please shut the door, it is absolutely freezing out there.  I do not know how you handle it.”  You laughed and motioned for him to sit down in the chair in front of your desk.  

Slowly, Spencer did as he was told and sat stiffly in your chair.  “Section Six, Paragraph three you have the victim’s name incorrect.”  He said quickly and stared down at the paper.  You spun your chair around quickly to your second desk against the wall, where your computer with two screens sat.  

“Oh, I see.  Funny, I only got that incorrect on your documents.  My apologies, Spence.”  You said softly and fixed it quickly and pressing print.  You spun back around, looking at him.  He stared at your certificates on the wall, examining everything but you.  “Is there something wrong?  You are acting like I killed a puppy.”  You muttered sadly and grabbed the documents when they finished printing.  You paper clipped them and tossed them to Spencer. 

Spencer finally glanced at you with a sad look on his face.  “Why have you not told me that you and Mark were seeing one another?”  He questioned and narrowed his eyes at you jealously.  

“Pardon?”  You asked, rolling you eyes.  “Honestly, Spencer, I thought you were more intelligent than this.  Mark is gay, and I am not interested in him.  I am interested in someone else in the office.”  You tell him bitterly and crossed you arms as you leaned back in your chair.  

Alarmed, Spencer looked up.  “Who is it?”  He asked. 

“Why do you care to know?”  You retorted quickly, raising an eyebrow.

For a long time, Spencer was silent as he sat there in your office, looking for the correct words to say.  You waited patiently, picking at your nails, trying to seem uninterested and not as if you were going to throw up at any minute, which was quite the possibility.  

Spencer looked at you finally, and opened his mouth to speak.  “I would like to know who interests you because I know quite well someone in the office is very interested in you as well.”  He said dumbly and sounded nothing at all like the Spencer you knew. 

You rolled your eyes and stood, walking to the jacket hook on the wall and pulling your petticoat down.  You slipped in onto your shoulders and grabbed your purse, standing at the door.  Spencer watched you curiously, not sure on how to react.  

“Well, are you coming?”  You finally asked and smiled widely.  

Not sure what you were referring to, Spencer stood.  “Where?”  He asked and tossed the incorrect copy of papers into the bin by the door. 

You smiled coyly.  “To dinner.  There’s this great Indian place that is open 24 hours that this reallt great guy told me about.”  You offered, but smirked at your own reference of Spencer in it.  

He looked surprised, but opened the door for you and motioned for you to leave first.  “Just let me grab my jacket.”  He told you with a large smile and a blush on his face.  


As you sipped your cocktail, you watched Spencer’s mouth move with every word he spoke.  There was no doubt that you two were attracted to one another, but neither of you wanted to speak of it first.  He was babbling on about a recent article that came out about global warming and its effects.  You were not really listening, and did not really care too much, but you loved to hear him speak.  His words flowed so well and the way his lips moved so indicatively, you enjoyed it.  

“I am talking too much, aren’t I?”  Spencer finally asked as he looked down at his hands with a blush on his cheeks.  

You smiled brightly and shook your head.  “No, of course not.”  You said and swirled the stirrer around your drink.  

Spencer blushed further and shifted uncomfortably.  “I tend to not realize when I babble on.”  He told you and tucked his long hair behind his ear.  “I suppose at some points in time, I am rather loquacious.”  He said with a chuckle.  

You hummed and nodded.  “It is fine.  I enjoy hearing you speak.”  You admitted to him and glanced up through your eyelashes.  Spencer raised an eyebrow and smiled, watching your every move.  “As you were saying in my office earlier, about the colleague that had interests in me.  Do you mind filling me in as to who that is?”  You asked and watched his face change colors right before you.  You laughed gently at this. 

Your date shifted and avoided eye contact.  “I think you know the answer as well as I do, (Y/N).”   He said softly and licked his lips.  

Watching him squirm was just edging you on.  “Perhaps I do.  I would like to hear it from you, for confirmation, of course.”  You told him and bit you bottom lip slowly.  

Spencer frowned and swallowed hard.  He was silent for a moment.  “The thought of you and Mark being together made me feel so jealous.  I had never been jealous before and I did not know how to handle it.   I wish you could see, the shape I was in when I saw him touching your skin.”  Spencer said lowly and sighed.  “I wanted to be him.”  He said softly and looked away.  

You smiled softly and nodded.  “Mark has been trying to give me pointers as to how to tell you that I like you.”  You said so gently that Spencer almost didn’t hear you. 

“You do?”  He asked, hopeful.  

You nodded and blushed, smiling down to your cocktail.  “Quite a bit, actually.”  

Spencer smiled brightly and reached his hand across the table, taking yours, and rubbing his thumb across the top of your hand.  “It would be an absolute pleasure to take you on an official date.”  Spencer told you as the waitress dropped the check off.  Both you and Spencer reached for it. 

You snatched it quickly, just before Spencer could, and smirked.  “What?  Like you just said, this isn’t an official date.”  You told  him and quickly paid and left a tip before standing.  Spencer stood with you, shaking his head, and walked with you towards the exit.  

A large smile was on your face as he began to walk you  to your car.  “So, you will call me?”  You asked him hopefully as you finally got to your car.  

With a nod, Spencer smiled.  “Of course.”  He said gently.  

You smiled in return, before standing on your toes and giving him a quick kiss on the lips.  “Goodnight, Spencer.”  You said as you climbed into your car and started it up.  You waved once more, before leaving Spencer with a goofy smile on his face.  

“Goodnight.”  He murmured before putting his hands in his pockets and walking down the sidewalk to his car.  He was never as at ease until now. 


BOOKS MEME | (5/9) nine otps.
Feyre Archeron and Rhysand from A court of thorns and roses by Sarah J. Maas.

My heart stumbled a beat. I didn’t know what to do with my arms, my legs, my face. I gulped down the rest of my wine and discarded the glass beside the bed, steeling my spine as I said, “I’m thinking that I can’t stop thinking about you. And that it’s been that way for a long while. Even before I left the Spring Court. And maybe that makes me a traitorous, lying piece of trash, but—
It doesn’t,” he said, his face solemn.