otp: i'll be your family now


Tv Show Meme: [2/5] otps → jim and pam (the office)

“Four years ago, I was just a guy who had a crush on a girl who had a boyfriend. And I had to do the hardest thing I ever had to do, which was just to wait. Don’t get me wrong—I flirted with her. Pam, I can now admit in front of friends and family that I do know how to make a photocopy. I didn’t need your help that many times.”


His voice is deep and it rumbles. “What’s your name?” “Um…” I don’t know why I hesistate. But “Beatrice” just doesn’t sound right anymore. “Think about it,” he says, a faint smile curling his lips. “You don’t get to pick again.” A new place, a new name. I can be remade here. “Tris,” I say firmly. [ … ] The boy–Four–looks over his shoulder and shouts. “First jumper–Tris!” [ … ] Four sets a hand on my back and says, “Welcome to Dauntless.”


as she is,
as she was,
as I remember her.


I fell in love with him. But I don’t just stay with him by default as if there’s no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.

anonymous asked:

18 for cullen and elena :)

18. it’s my younger siblings wedding and my mother won’t shut up about how i’m going to die alone (I took this as more of a theme than a direct quote–hope you don’t mind!)

Cullen watched as the Herald of Andraste reached forward and adjusted one of the medals on his dress uniform, a blush creeping over her cheeks as she did so. They were standing in one of the many parlors in Castle Trevelyan, the warm afternoon sunlight catching her hair in a fiery halo as loose tendrils swayed in the sea breeze from the open window.

“Thank you again for doing this, Commander” she murmured, her eyes focusing somewhere around his Adam’s apple. 

Cullen caught up her hand between his own and brought to his lips so that he could brush a kiss across her knuckles.

“Everything will be fine, Inquisitor,” he soothed, stroking her trembling fingers and wishing his leather gloves were not between his touch and her silken skin. 

She looked up at him, her arresting green eyes wide–startled perhaps by his intimate touch. They were not here as a couple–they were not a couple, as much as he wished to the contrary–and he rarely touched her, but she looked so nervous it was the only thing he could think to do to calm her. 

She had appeared in his office, silent as a shadow. He just looked up and suddenly she was there, holding a plate of vanilla cookies with a shy smile on her lips.

“Commander, I was wondering,” she paused, placing the cookies down on his desk. “If I could ask you something?”

He hadn’t needed her words, he could tell she wanted something from him by the way her lips quirked around the secret she was holding back and the sparkle in her eyes despite the dim light of his tower.

“Yes? You know I am always at your disposal, my lady,” he’d replied, levelly, though his heart squeezed tight as she regarded him with those unearthly eyes of hers.

“Would you…have you ever been to Ostwick? It’s just that…well, my brother–William, that is, not Henry–my brother is, um, getting married. And it would only be slightly more scandalous to bring Dorian…but if you’d rather…I mean, i’ll go ask him, I’m sorry I bothered you!” With that rambling pronouncement, she turned on her heel and began to rush out of his office.

“Wait!” He called, half rising from his desk.

She paused, a flush creeping over her cheeks as she turned back to him.

“You want me to accompany you to your brother’s wedding?” He asked, unsure if he had fully understood her.

She nodded, running her hand through her hair and twisting a strand around her finger. “If um, it’s not too much trouble. It’s just that, well, you’re respectable, and I’d feel safe with you.”

Maker’s breath but he would do anything woman asked him to–even if it meant facing half the nobility in the Free Marches so she didn’t have to attend her brother’s wedding alone.

“Perhaps,” she began, her pink tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. “Perhaps you should call me Elena while we’re here. I may have…my father may be under the impression that…you’ve made overtures of courtship. To me.”

Cullen raised his eyebrows, an insidious feeling of hope swelling up in his chest. “I, um, why would he be under that impression?”

She frowned. “He may have said that it would be totally inappropriate for me to appear with a man at this wedding if we weren’t…if we hadn’t…” she trailed off, unable to finish her sentence. 

“I see.” Cullen nodded, his only disappointment in the fact that it wouldn’t be true–that he hadn’t been able to court her, hadn’t thought the time appropriate or her receptive or the hundreds of other reasons he drove himself mad in arguing. 

But perhaps, perhaps now with enough sincerity and earnestness he could show her how he felt. He could court her in front of her family and high society under the guise of already having done so, and maybe, just maybe, it would not be too late and he–they–would have a chance.

Cullen brushed his lips over her knuckles again, holding her hand against his mouth as he spoke. “As you wish, Elena.”