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SovietWomble Prompts!

(Because his videos are the funniest and most uplifting thing I know)

“Me and my flip-flops are ready to go.”

“I am now poor.”

*Alone in the woods* A: *weirdly calm* “There’s something walking towards us from behind you guys.” *B and C freak out*

“How can someone be so cute?”


“I thought you were watching?” “Yeah, I was, I stopped paying attention.”

“My scuba suit protects me from your bullshit.”

“God, fucking damn it A, you piece of…good job.” “What was that?” “I’m rebranding myself as the nice guy.” … “You lasted all but 7 seconds.”

“Surprise!” *explosion*

“English is not my first language, okay?” “You’re American.”

“A, what’s wrong with him?” “Many things.”

“I have got a plan!” “Which is?” “A terrible plan.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever spoken to you when you’re not eating.”

“A, I think you should take one for the team and run off as bait as the rest of us survive.”

“I’m under attack by a bucket!”

“I haven’t heard a word of the briefing, I was too amazed by the hand gestures.”

“We have a small technical issue.” “Which is?” “I seem to have run out of bullets.” “…it’s been five minutes.”

“You need your medication, come back here!”

“Why do you have a gun, A?” “’Cause it’s Thursday.”

“You lied to me!” “It’s not my fault you’re an idiot.”

“I really like dolphins, I wanna see one!”

“You can’t have a secret dance club, we have a job to do!”

“I’m a funky janitor.”

“If A starts saying something odd, just ignore him/her/them.”

“There are civilians in the village.” “I think the way you pronounce that is acceptible casualities.” “NO.”

“So you’re now just gonna kill people for just being tempted for deserting?” 

“I’d like for you to know you are a piece of human shit.”


“Turns out these are just the noises A makes when he/she/them is alone in his/hers/their room.”

“Clearly we lead different lifestyles.”

“Were you dropped on your head as a child?”

“SHUT UP, I’m trying to impose Zen you dumb bitch!”

*inhales helium* “Fuck you A.”

“Do NOT search that on Google!”

“I don’t know whether to eat Pringles, breathe or laugh!”

“He’s never gonna shut up about that now.”

“No more button pressing, okay?!”

“Everything is black, is this heaven?”

“Really? You’re gonna hide under the building like a house cat?”

“A? Can you stop touching my knee?”

“Um, my vision has gone green.” “You have green sunglasses on.” “Ah, that might be the reason.”

“If you’re not on a no-fly list somewhere in the world, someone is not doing their job.”

“Don’t open that.” “Wha-” *explosion* “…You could have told me you put a freaking bomb in there!”



“Did you see the way my hips were moving?”

“Are you in the habit of tattooing everyone unconcious?”

“My echolocation was not very effective.”

“My tummy hurts.”

“Is he going to go sulk in the corner?”

“That’s um… staggeringly unhelpful actually.”

“No, I’m having a snack, leave me alone.”

“Do those things and then jump off a bridge.”

“Look, think of it as science.”

“A,” “Yes?” “I want you-” “I want you too!” “-to…” “Oh we were talking about something else, my bad.”


“I didn’t appreciate your insults to my mother yesterday.”

“I have an auto-sniper and exactly zero shame.”

“Ahahahahaha, you’re so- fuck you.”

“Whenever you do something awesome it’s ‘Oh look at me’ but whenever you screw up it’s ‘Oh we’re a team’.”

“You are actually hiding in a hedge.”

“Don’t worry boys, pappas’ got this.”

“I know Psychology, I use it on you.” “What do you you mean you use it on m-” “Nevermind.”

“I’ll hit you.” “Sorry.”

“A continues to amaze me.”

“We only had about three hundred bullets, and you’ve just wasted all of our ammunition in case we get attacked?”

“Dude, something’s happening.”

“I literally have no control over myself.”

“I just wanted you to know that I genuinely despise your existence you piece of shit.”

“In my eyes A, you are a beautiful caterpillar.” “What?!”

Oh no, what appears to have happened?”

“I will not leave you A.” C: ”I will.”

“I do not trust you, turn around!”

“Where were you guys when they were trying to BLOW UP THE FRICKING BUILDING?!”

“Sorry, is this supposed to be spooky?”

“I technically landed.”

“Make it interesting…nOT THAT INTERESTING!”

“I thought there was a guy in front of me but it was my own shadow.”

“Well we can tick ‘genocide’ off our to do list.”

“That’s a lot of dead people.”

“You ran in front of a machine gun?!”

“I don’t have Medi’stuff’, I didn’t expect the two of you to be this incompetent.”

“Stop parkouring and come get this jewelry.”

“Gayness?” “Gayness.”

“I don’t want to look because I’m scared.”

“Something just went ‘boom’.”

“Okay, that wasn’t where I left it!”

“We’re gonna go around the tornado.”

“No, no, no, don’t you dare say you can’t fly! FLY!”

“You’re so useless it’s not even funny.”

“Hey guys, I have an idea, why don’t you fuck off?

“I’m going to hide and if that fails…surrender.”

“Dipshit?” “Hmm?” “….the fact that you responded to ‘Dipshit’…”

“I have been trapped in my bathroom for the last 3 hours.”

in which flash lives in a fancy house and peter and michelle are far too dorky for their own good.

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  • okay, so like. mj always knew that flash was wealthy, you know. he drives a really fancy car and he wears an expensive watch. his hair is always styled in that…rich dude way. but she’s never really had to face how wealthy he truly is until she’s driving deep into the suburbs, surrounded on either side by houses that keep getting larger and more grandiose.
  • ned is in the back just, gawking. “that house is the size of my apartment building!” “oh my goodness, is that a fountain?” “that car has a rolls royce just parked in the driveway!” and ned’s gasping breaths are the soundtrack to their car ride because peter’s phone died and they don’t know the radio stations this far out of the city.
  • when they finally pull up to his house, there is a large driveway that leads up to an even larger house. cars are lined up and down the block and they seem some people from school walking up the driveway. mj parks around the corner and takes a deep breath. she turns around to look at ned and betty and smiles, “ready?”
  • when she looks back at peter, he has the odd look on his face that she doesn’t really want to deal with right now. “ready, loser?” she asks him. and before he can answer, she opens the car door and stretches. when she walks around the car, peter is waiting for her. “ready as ever.” he answers.
  • she can’t help it so she wraps her arms around his shoulders and he wraps his arm around her waist. they walk like that to the party, peter snug under her arm and him pulling her close.
  • she ignores the smug look on ned’s face when he wiggles his eyebrows at her. she just turns and looks straight ahead, allowing herself to enjoy the feel of his fingers squeezing at her waist.

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Hearts and Hands


***Disclaimer: Cassian is HoH AU


• They’ve been on good terms for a while now and, really, the only reason they aren’t mated is because neither of them has asked the other. It’s ridiculous because everyone except for them seems to know that they are crazy about each other. Feyre and Elain are close to staging an intervention.

• Nesta’s going to ask him out though, she is, there’s just something she needs to do first. Which is why she’s spending her friday night in an empty billiards room with Rhys. It’s not like her other friday night options were any wilder. Her usual friday nights consisted of either sitting with Elain in the gardens, or cozying up with a book. In some ways this actually meant she was getting out and about.

- “You realise this is gonna take more than one hour a week right?” Rhys drawls from where he’s flicking through the sign language books Nesta hauled from the library that morning. 

- “That’s why we’re going to be in here every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday.” He raises an eyebrow. She beams at him.

- “That’s when Cassian trains with Feyre.”

- “Exactly.”

- Rhys sighs and tips his chair back on to two legs. “Why am I not surprised you know his timetable?”

- “We’re members of the Court, I need to know where he is in case I need him for something.”

- “You mean so you can randomly appear there to flirtatiously banter with him?” Rhys smirks when she opens her mouth to argue with him then shuts it because he’s right. “Don’t worry Nes, he knows yours too.” He lands the chair heavily on four legs again and winks. “Now, let’s start with what you know.” 

• It takes more than three hours a week. Rhys can’t help her all the time though so she holes herself up in empty rooms and the kitchen and even occasionally in a broom cupboard to practice in secret. She reads all the books Rhys sends her, pouring over them more than once. She practices in the mirror and runs through what she knows so far during training sessions with Amren. 

• Azriel catches on after three weeks when he notices her stifled laughter, covered with a cough, at breakfast at something Mor just signed across the table. He narrows his eyes at her and pulls her aside once they’re the only two left at the table. “How did you know what Mor said?”

- She blinks at him, feigning ignorance and innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

- “Who’s teaching you?” 

- “Rhys.” She gives in because it’s obvious he’s figured it out, and he shakes his head. 

- “I could help too you know.” He nods towards where Rhys, Cassian and Mor are walking ahead of them, jostling each other around the corridor. “And Mor. We won’t tell Cassian.”

• With all three of them helping it comes a little quicker. Now she’s spending every night holed up with at least one of them in her room. Mor focuses on her fluency and accuracy, making sure she’s not rushed in movements and doesn’t slip up. Rhys incorporates swearwords in with shortcuts, also introducing weekly tests which she scowls about but does. Azriel has long conversations with her across all topics, picking her up on mistakes and not getting impatient when she forgets something. 

• Eventually, she’s confident. Mor and Azriel cheer when she tells them, signing it. Much to her chagrin, Rhys presses a gold star sticker onto her forehead. Nesta’s not sure where he got it from. And then she’s ready. Now she’s just got to work up the confidence to be assured that he won’t say no. 

• Cassian has been sulking for the past couple of weeks, confused as to why his three best friends and the female he’s absolutely in love with keep disappearing and reappearing together after an hour every night. They’ve all had different excuses. Apparently Mor has joined a theatre club. According to Azriel he’s fallen behind on some of his work, so he needs to catch up. Rhys just refuses to answer his questions and pretends he doesn’t know what Cassian is talking about. And Nesta, well, her schedule is pinned up on the notice board Lucien insisted on and in the slot where she disappears, it just says "Terrasen.“ He’d found out from Rhys that it was a reference to a book with firehearts and buzzards in it, which only further confuses him. 

• So when Nesta approaches him one day during lunch, when he’s sitting on his own beneath the beech tree, definitely not pouting, he doesn’t say anything at first.

- “Hey.” She smiles, sitting next to him. Cassian jerks his chin up in response. “I was wondering if I could ask you something?”

- “Taking me up on my offer to train you?” He smirks, running a hand through his hair. Nesta rolls her eyes. 

- “Not quite.” He watches as she crosses her legs and turns to face him on the grass, her back to the townhouse.

- Nesta takes a deep breath and then begins to sign. “Will you go to the Rainbow with me tomorrow? As my mate.”

- Cassian’s mouth drops open. For starters, she must have made a mistake, she meant it as friend “mate,” instead of mate mate. Secondly, she just signed to him. He’s trying to figure out if she’s ever indicated knowing sign language before. But he knows that’s not the case. A lot of people in his life know it; his brothers, Mor and Amren, Feyre, the wraiths, his captains know a few phrases… but Nesta doesn’t. 

- Except she must because she’s signing again, asking if that was right and if he’s okay. Cassian is certain he looks like a carriage just hit him.

- “Is this where you’ve been every night?” He asks and she nods, smiling at him shyly. Cassian runs a hand through his hair. “I’m going to kill them.” 

- “Would you answer my question first?” She signs, a blush forming on her cheeks. Cassian had almost forgotten. Nesta Archeron just asked him out. As her mate. A grin blooms on his face and he laughs, leaning forward and kissing her before he can stop himself. He pulls back too soon for her. 

- Then, “Yes, a thousand times yes.” He signs and she grins, moving forward to kiss him again.

• Cassian reckons he must be the luckiest male in the history of the world. 

Finally Singing A Requiem

A short, random little drabble;

What if Evan did know Connor better before he took his own life? What if that scene where Heidi asks him about Connor Murphy had gone differently?


Evan stared at his laptop screen. He willed himself not to cry anymore. He’d spent the last few days on the verge of tears and it was exhausting. Of course, not nearly as exhausting as the dull, constant pressure on his chest.

His laptop had been opened on a picture of Connor for the past 30 minutes. The picture of Connor. The only picture of him he had, the only picture he took of him.

The only picture he could ever take of him.

Evan’s head was aching from the days of crying. All he could think about, was the last time he saw Connor. If only he could’ve been able to tell Connor was in so much pain… If only he knew about how he was treated at home… If only he hadn’t been too blinded by his ‘I love you’ to ask more questions… If only he hadn’t let him walk away from him that day…

Great, here come the tears again.

Suddenly Evan heard his mother’s footsteps approaching his door. Evan quickly wiped his face on his shirt collar and cleared his throat.

His mother came in carrying a pile of papers. College scholarship essay contests, it turned out. His mother was so excited about what college could be for Evan, but he couldn’t focus on anything other than Connor, let alone college.

After making plans for a taco tuesday and essay subject brainstorming session with his mother, she went quiet for a minute before speaking up again.

“Hey. I, um, I got an email from your school today. About a boy who killed himself? Connor Murphy? I didn’t, I had no idea.” She carefully explained.

Evan felt his heart stop. He was not prepared to talk about this with anyone. He was not expecting for his mother to bring it up. To bring him up.

“Oh. Yeah. Well… I didn’t really know him.” Evan lied, trying to end the conversation where it started.

“You know that… if you ever, if you want to talk about anything… I realize that lately it must feel like, I’m always working or I’m in class…” His mother explained guiltily.

“It’s fine.” Evan assured her.

“Well, I’m here. And if I’m not here here, I’m a phone call away. Or text. Email. Whatever.” His mother said, giving him a warm, sympathetic look.

“Thanks.” Evan replied, really hoping this was the end of the conversation.

Yet, his mother still stood in the middle of his room. She still had something to say.

“All right. It says 'Connor.’” Heidi finally said, pointing at Evan’s cast.

Evan froze for a moment. He’d completely forgotten the signature on the cast. Even though Connor had made it enourmous. 'I like to mark my territory.’ He’d said.

“Oh. Yeah. No.” Evan tried to deny it, but he felt hot tears behind his eyes. No, not now.

“You said you didn’t know him.” His mother questioned.

“No. I didnt. This is…” Evan began, but couldn’t think of a single thing to say. His brain felt numb. His whole body felt numb. He’d managed to hide Connor from his mother, but this… This was too much. He could barely get himself out of bed, and now his mother had straight up confronted him about it. There was no way he could lie his way out of this.

Suddenly he burst into tears.

Heidi stood still, shocked, for a second before flying to her son’s side, wrapping her arms around him.

“Oh honey.” She said, brushing Evan’s short blond hair as he cried. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked.

Evan needed time to catch his breath. After some deep inhales followed by slow exhales, he was finally able to get some words out between sobs.

“I don’t- he- we weren’t… No one knew we were… friends.” He tried to explain.

“Why not?” Heidi questioned softly.

“We- we’re… We were-” Evan hiccuped, “so different. A-and people… People don’t understand.” He explained.

“Oh sweetie… I’m so sorry.” Heidi said, her heart breaking at the sight of her son so devastated. “I can’t imagine what losing a friend feels like.”

“I-I loved h-him.” Evan sobbed.

“I know, honey, I’m so sorry.” She continued to brush his hair in an attempt to comfort him.

“No, I r-really lo-loved him.” Evan tried to explain, sobs completely taking over his body now.

And Heidi understood. She had no idea Evan had anyone he spent his time with, let alone someone he loved. Suddenly she felt such anger. How could his poor son, who had been lonely for years, lose the person he loved, having finally found them? The world was a cruel place and she wanted nothing more than to protect her son, but now all she could do was hold him as he cried his heart out.

“I’m so sorry.” She kept repeating as Evan cried and cried.

For a long while, Heidi just held Evan and let him cry. It had been a long time since Evan let her this close, let her see how he felt.

After Evan finally calmed down, Heidi sat and listened to him talk about Connor Murphy. Evan had a million stories about how he was intimidated by Connor when they first met and how they’d go on rides in Connor’s car and how he’d drawn pictures of Evan even though he protested. How he helped Evan through anxiety attacks and how Evan helped him through withdrawals. How he told Evan he loved him and how even though it lead to Evan having an anxiety attack, it was the best day of Evan’s life. How everyone saw him as a bad guy but how Evan thought he was the most caring person he’d met.

She never got the chance to meet him, but through Evan’s stories and the small smile that graced his features when he did, Heidi got to love Connor Murphy too.

As unbelievably painful as losing the person you love is, she was glad Evan had these memories, these moments with Connor. She’d never seen him with such spark in his eyes than when he talked about Connor.

That night, when she went to bed, Heidi looked up at the night sky and silently thanked Connor Murphy and wished he was no longer in pain.

In another room of the house, Evan dug up the note Connor had left for him, held it tight and did the very same thing.


If you have any ideas for deh fics, do send them my way, I’d love to write your prompts. My inbox is open! x

anonymous asked:

Can you do a McKirk AU, in which Leonard is deaf but has like the most hilarious comments in sign language (and also complains a lot)? Your writing is awesome!~

  • So Jim knows sign language. A car accident left his roommate permanently deaf, and when he got back to the dorm, both of them learned sign language together so they could keep communicating together. Though college had been a couple of years ago, he still recognizes that sign language anywhere. And when he’s having lunch in the park, he watches some teenager on a skateboard ride into this man. The man doesn’t yell, but he uses his hands to wildly gesture, and then “watch it, you clumsy, ponytail wearing ass-hat” and Jim just laughs out loud because that’s ridiculous. Coincidentally, the man looks in his direction, catches him staring, and he continues to wildly gesture a “what are you staring at?”, to which Jim raises his hands and gestures: “You, scaring away that punk”, and he nods in the boy’s direction, who makes a swift escape. The man looks just dumbfounded at the reply, and slowly makes his way over. Jim shifts to allow them to sit together. “Did that kid hurt you?” Jim asks and the man shakes his head. “Only my pride.” Jim chuckles, then introduces himself. It takes a little bit of repeating before he catches the other man’s name. Leonard
  • They exchange phone numbers, and Leonard’s as vivid in his sign language as he is in his texts. It’s all ‘Gdi I can’t beLIEVE they shut down my favorite Deli WHERE AM I GOING TO GET MY BAGELS NOW’ and it’s fascinating, mostly because the next time Jim sees Leonard, his whole sign language thing is just as wild as before. Guess this guy really is like that all the time. They sit together in a coffee shop, and Jim orders them lunch and coffees. And Jim’s like “So what do you do exactly?” and Leonard replies “I’m a motivational speaker for the blind.” Jim is stunned. “Wow, really?” “No, of course now. How am I gonna talk to the blind? Idiot.” But Leonard grins, and so does Jim - even though, yeah, he should’ve seen that one coming. “I’m a medical research scientist.” “Impressive” Jim replies, and Leonard shrugs. “You?” “Sales” Jim replies, “On Wall Street” “So you’re an asshole, then,” Leonard says, and Jim raises his eyebrows. “So you’re a nerd, then” he replies, and Leonard’s lips tug into another small grin. 
  • And people stare at them a lot. Because when they decide to cook dinner at Jim’s home, they’re in the supermarket, and somehow end up in a heated discussion about which tomato sauce to buy. Jim’s gesturing wildly for a generic brand because “it’s cheaper and it has the same ingredients!” and Leonard’s all like “It has lots of conservatives and it’s not as healthy as making it from scratch.” “That takes too long,” Jim gestures wildly. “What are you in a hurry for? Your stocks crashing?“ "Shut up,“ Jim replies, “I prefer eating, not cooking.” And he gestures so vividly he nearly hits someone in the face, and it’s the first time he’s heard Leonard laugh out loud. That’s a sound he’s willing to chase. 
  • Spending time with Leonard reminds him to get in touch with his old college friend. And spending so much time around the deaf significantly improves his own sign language, which is very necessary because for the longest time he calls Leonard “Lion-nerd” since it’s easy. It’s also hilarious to see him roll his eyes at Jim, every time. “Someday you’re gonna insult a deaf person real bad. I feel it in my bones.” And Jim calls him Bones from then on.
  • Jim doesn’t even know how they get closer, but they are. Leonard has such strong opinions about the world, and he’s definitely not shy, it’s just that no one is there to understand him when he’s signing at the next moron who crosses his path. Jim is often at the receiving end of Leonard’s insults. Because Jim is reckless. Because he is unintentionally smug. Because “Aw I lost a 5k bet today I guess I won’t be going out to dinner tonight.” and Leonard’s just like “Shut the fuck up you rich piece of shit”. Sometimes he even says it out loud, though his intonation is off. Jim still gets what he means. 
  • And there is something about their relationship that Jim enjoys. They’re not together, sure, but they can talk about everything and it doesn’t matter. No one understands them when they’re taking the subway (ugh, Jim hates it, but Leonard insists he shouldn’t be one of those snobs taking taxis everywhere). No one knows what they’re talking about when they’re wildly signing insults at each other in a restaurant, only to laugh it off afterwards. And there’s a lot of eye contact involved. Jim sometimes likes to speak his phrases while he signs them. Because Bones is a good lip reader, and when Jim’s drunk the signing gets a lot harder. 
  • After Jim takes them out to some place ridiculously expensive (“Who pays 50 bucks for a SMALL pizza, Jim?” “Who cares, though? Was it tasty?” “I hate you.”), Jim walks Leonard home. Like a true gentleman, even though neither of them would admit to it being an actual date. “If you could change anything in your life, would you? I mean, besides being deaf?” Jim asks, and Leonard huffs. “I don’t mind being deaf. At least I don’t have to listen to you talking shit all day.” Jim stops in front of Leonard’s apartment, and Leonard does, too. Neither of them are saying goodbye just yet. “Rude.” Jim signs, and Leonard shrugs. “Actually, I don’t mind being deaf. The only thing that sucks is that I never get to hear you laugh.” Leonard says, in all earnest now, and Jim’s expression is stuck between a frown and a smile simultaneously. It’s sweet. He doesn’t know how to respond to it, other than: “sound is overrated. Sight is more important. At least we get to watch the stars at night.” “In New York? Don’t be an idiot. Those are planes.” Jim rolls his eyes, and when Leonard sits down on the stairs that lead up to the entrance door to his building, Jim sits down next to him. “You suck at being cheesy.” Leonard says. “Really? How about yourself, then?” Jim replies. Leonard straightens up a little, and signs: “I don’t need to look at the sky to see the stars.” and Jim just… stares when Bones gestures at Jim’s eyes. Did that really fluster Jim? Yes it did. And Leonard grins smugly as a result. “Shut up” Jim gestures, and Leonard’s like: “I’m not saying anything”, but Jim grabs both Leonard’s hands, and he leans in to kiss him. Leonard’s hands pull away from Jim’s, slowly sliding around Jim’s shoulders to keep him close. Jim slowly pulls away, far enough to be able to sign a quick “want to come upstairs?” “Are you inviting me over to my own house?”  Leonard laughs, out loud, and he grabs Jim’s hand to take him inside.

What do I do when I’m in a randomly shitty emotional mood? Write about one half of my OTP comforting the other one in a random shitty emotional mood, apparently. It’s certainly one coping mechanism. *shrugs*


Percy’s not the most observant boyfriend in the world when he’s working on a project, but when he realizes he hasn’t heard from Vex in nearly two days, even he knows something’s wrong. There’s a bit of panic when his text goes unanswered for more than four hours, and a bit more when her phone goes straight to voicemail. But a text to Vax relieves the worst of his fears. She was on the couch binging Miss Fisher when I left a few hours ago. She’s in a mood. If it’s your fault, fix it.

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Operation OTP

A/N: A request from @minim236 for a Spencer x Reader where they are secretly dating, but the team doesn’t know and are still trying to get them together. @coveofmemories


“Should we tell them?” Spencer asked you, after reading the message on his phone. 

It was 8 AM and you were on your way upstairs. Since you’d started at the BAU, and realized how close you lived to Spencer, you’d carpooled in each morning. After about six months, you realized how much you liked each other and started dating, but you’d been carrying on your relationship right under the noses of your friends and co-workers. Apparently, they also thought you were a match, because they had been trying to get you together for months. “Nah,” you replied, “It’s too much fun seeing how they’ll try to get us together next.”

“Well, tonight, Morgan’s plan is to get us all to go out drinking,” he laughed, taking another look at his phone. “He claims that if I get drunk, I’ll work up the courage to tell you how much I like you.”

Spencer didn’t need any alcohol. He’d revealed to you after a particularly rough case what you meant to him, and you told him you felt the same. At the time, he had been a little shy, but that all fell to the wayside when you kissed him. That night had ended with some heavy making out on your couch. “If he only knew,” you laughed.


As they walked off the elevator, Emily, Morgan, Garcia and JJ sat against their desks trying to figure out how Spencer and Y/N hadn’t started dating. “They are meant for each other,” Garcia exclaimed, throwing her ring-clad hands in the air. “He’s a genius, she’s a genius. They are both the sweetest people in the world. They’re both cute, why aren’t they dating?” 

“You’re a little too invested,” JJ laughed. “I agree, but breathe. It will all happen in time. We’re gonna make it happen.”

Garcia sighed dreamily, craning her head in the direction of the hallway that led to the coffee shrine, which is where they were undoubtedly headed. “I know. It’s just…they’re my real life OTP, and I wanna make it happen.”

“OTP?” Morgan asked. “What the hell does that mean?”

“One True Pairing,” Emily, JJ and Garcia said simultaneously. 

While Spencer and Y/N grabbed their morning coffees, undoubtedly downing one a piece even before leaving the room, Emily made sure that she, JJ, Garcia and Morgan were in a separate text feed. They needed to make sure one of them didn’t accidentally let either one of them know that the whole team, including Hotch and Rossi (to much lesser degrees) were rooting for them to get together. “I think they’re coming back,” she said quickly. “Abort mission. Fan out. Stay tuned.” As they all walked back to their desks, Emily waved her phone in the air. They had tried to push the two of them together on a couple of different occasions recently, but they were getting closer. Just another little push or two…


Throughout the day, the four matchmakers exchanged a string of texts, trading ideas and attempting to figure out which one would work best for their one true pairing. 

M: These two are getting on my last nerve.

JJ: Why?

G: Because we’re pulling out all our best matchmaking moves and nothing is working.

M: Exactly.

E: Something has to work. We know they love each other. They know they love each other. It’s just going to take something really romantic to get things going. I can feel it.

JJ: They definitely are the romantic types. Okay, so let’s float around some ideas. What are Spence and Y/N’s favorite things?

M: Books.

G: Coffee.

E: Chocolate.

JJ: Star Wars.

G: Good, let’s work with this. What can we set up, involving one or more of these things, that might get the two of them to come out? And I suggest that we make it a group thing and the six of us will conveniently be late.

E: Agreed.

M: Wait…there’s a chocolate expo coming into town for a limited time.

JJ: How the hell do you know that?

M: I keep seeing flyers in my neighborhood. There’ll be sculptures and tastings and all that shit. What if we get them to go there?

G: Omg yes, and those expos normally have private viewings or classes, so we can book one of those for the two of them, say it’s for all of us and then wait in the background and watch the sparks fly. This is totally going to work. Look at my Statuesque God of Chocolate Thunder bringing out the chocolate expo!

M: I’ve always got your back, babygirl. 

G: I know you do, baby.

E: Down, children. Okay, so Garcia, you okay with looking into what kind of viewing or class we can book for them?

G: It would be my honor to be the catalyst of my OTP’s first kiss.

JJ: Smh

JJ: I think we’ve finally nailed down a fail-proof plan. Commence Operation OTP.


“So what do you guys think?” Garcia asked you and Spencer. “We’ve all been under so much stress lately, and who doesn’t love chocolate? They have this chocolate making class you can go to. We can all go and learn how to make chocolate and then we can eat the chocolate. It’ll be so much fun.”

“I’m in,” you replied, knowing this was another one of their elaborate plans. “I could eat chocolate all day every day, so I’m definitely in if I get to eat some of the chocolate.”

Spencer swallowed, barely noticeable to anyone but you. He knew what they were trying to do. “Yea, I guess so. What time is it though? Because it’s on a Saturday, and we’ll be off from work, which means if I can’t sleep late, I’m not going,” he laughed. 

“You’re safe, Spence,” JJ replied, knowing how late he liked to sleep on the weekend. He was normally in a coma when he walked in no matter the day, prior to having his morning cup of coffee that is. “It starts at noon and goes until 6. The expo does. The class is only a couple hours.”

“Then I’m in,” he said, taking another swig of his coffee. “It’s next Saturday? Not this Saturday?” Emily nodded, taking solace in the fact that they’d come this far in their plan. “Dammit, now I want chocolate. To the vending machine I go…”


One Saturday passed and the next arrived, which meant it was the day that Emily, JJ, Garcia and Morgan would execute their perfect plan. “This is so going to work,” Garcia clapped as they walked into the expo. Spencer and Y/N had already texted that they were waiting in class. “I can feel it this time.”

As they made their way into the convention center, flashing their badges, which served as their tickets, they scanned the masses of people to see if they spotted the soon-to-be lovebirds. “There’s the area for the cooking class,” Rossi said. “I can’t believe you managed to put this together.”

“I mean, I know we’ve all been hoping for them to get together,” Hotch laughed, “But this is dedication.”

“You know I am nothing if not dedicated, sir,” Garcia replied. “There they are!” She splayed her hands outward, keeping everyone from moving another step. “Let’s observe.”


“They really have gone to amazing lengths to get us together over the past few months,” you said, turning your back to Spencer so he could tie your apron behind your back. “Maybe we should finally give them the satisfaction of knowing we’re together. I think they ship us.”

“Ship?” he asked bewildered. 

“To ship means to endorse a romantic relationship,” you replied.

Spencer raised on eyebrow. “I was just starting to pick up on slang from the 80s and 90s,” he said. “I’m so lost…but if that’s what it means then I definitely ship us.”

“I ship us too.” You could see the team out of the corner of your eye and told Spencer as much. “Gimme a little kiss.”

With a smile, he leaned up against the counter just as the teacher of the class said they’d start in ten minutes, and planted a chaste kiss on your lips, before jutting the tip of of tongue out ever so slightly. When you opened your eyes again, you smirked, silently telling Spencer to look back and give the team a wave.


“Operation OTP is a success!” Garcia cried, clapping wildly as the rest of the team said it was about damn time. 

“Wait?” Morgan said. “Those sneaky…”

“What is it?” she asked. Morgan took her head in both hands and turned it back toward Spencer and Y/N. They were waving back at them. Everyone’s mouths had dropped open in disbelief. How had they not picked up on that?

“They’re already dating?!” Garcia screamed.

Jacket - Klance

I fell into Voltron hell

WARNING: Existential crises, post-character death, and angst (also: think of this as a modern AU)

Keith was never known to be very open with his emotions. It’s not exactly that he hid them, it’s more like he just didn’t speak up about them. So when he got the news that Lance died in an accident, he didn’t say how crushed he felt. He didn’t dare mention how his heart dropped to his feet as soon as the words left Shiro’s mouth. He kept his voice silent when he noticed Pidge and Hunk lost their usual enthusiasm. He couldn’t bring himself to say a word of anything — because he felt it was all his fault.

Lance left his jacket behind when he was over at Keith’s house. Keith rolled his eyes when he saw it laying at the end of his bed after he showed Lance out. He contacted Lance almost as soon as he saw it, letting his friend know that he left something but also mentioning that he shouldn’t be so forgetful. “Relax,” Lance had said. “Forgetting something never hurt anybody.” Keith rolled his eyes again and told him to hurry up because he didn’t want to see that stupid jacket anymore.

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I just finished Howl’s Moving Castle and oh god guys I have so many feelings about this book

I could go on and on about how wise and funny and wonderful it is (and I might, at some point, but I’m sure people infinitely more eloquent than me have already shared their thoughts) but right now I need to talk about Sophie and Howl because HOW I LOVE THEM

Probably my ultimate weakness is those couples that you don’t see coming, the ones that sneak up on you. The problem with couples that are obviously endgame from the first is that (although there are some that are well written) the majority just end up being dull. When you know from the very first scene that two people are going to get together, there’s nothing to root for.  

When it comes to my OTPs, I need to be caught off guard. I need to fall in love with them slowly, even as they fall in love with each other.

And that’s where I think Howl’s Moving Castle shines. I watched the movie before I read the book, so I knew how it ends, but I really do believe that anyone who hadn’t already seen the film could make it through at least half the book without thinking, well, Howl and Sophie are definitely endgame. Their relationship up till then is a thing of beauty in and of itself, even without the factor of romance.

And, oh, god. Don’t even get me started on the snark. I adore snarky couples in any and every permutation. I read them. I watch them. I write them. When I die, bury me in wryly sarcastic OTPs. 

(Note that there is a world of difference between snarky and cruel. I do not need or want couples who are terrible to each other, but OTPs who bat conversation back and forth between them like a ping-pong ball, who keep each other on their toes - ah, they are my catnip and kryptonite. See also: Jeff/Annie, Merlin/Arthur)

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How We Live Now

Steggy Positivity Week | Day 4: Modern Day

Some of what Peggy has to learn about the twenty-first century is not the nicest of surprises.

The sight of his apartment door is a welcome one, and Steve feels a rush of relief as he fishes out the keys from his pocket. It’s a curious effect of the super soldier serum that, despite healing faster, and being able to walk away from what would seriously injure or even kill a normal man, he still feels the aches and pains for days. In fact, his whole body at this moment feels rather like one giant bruise. 

He’s looking forward to collapsing on top of his bed (or maybe the couch, if he doesn’t make it that far), but not before he says hello to the new roommate that he has recently acquired.

When Peggy turned up in the middle of New York, apparently catapulted through time by one of Howard Stark’s experiments, Steve was only able to spend a couple of days with her before he had to fly out on a mission. For the couple of days he’s been away, he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about the fact that she would be there when he got home.  

He still can’t quite believe that she is here, seemingly permanently, and when he sees her familiar figure in the middle of the room he feels a burst of joy spiral through him. He stops in the doorway to look at her for a moment. She was still in her forties skirt and blouse when he last saw her, but since then she’s changed into a pair of jeans and a knitted sweater, her hair loose around her shoulders. Somehow that modern attire makes it that much more real.

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nackledamia  asked:

PROMPT YES: 81 - “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?” OBLIGED TO SAY JEFFMADS COS OTP BUT YOU HAVE RECENTLY MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH BURRCULES SO EITHER IS COOL LOVE U

okay so,,,,,,, here’s the thing. i spent aaaaages staring at this and trying to figure out which one to write, but i eventually chose burrcules and i’m really glad because i’m ????? hella proud of this fic??? not to toot my own horn, but this is one of my fave things i’ve ever written, because it’s still got that light-heartedness of everyday life whilst still incorporating issues as queer black people, which is how i feel most of the time? like, believe it or not, racism isn’t on the forefront of my mind at all times but i never forget about it. it’s always humming in the back of my mind and i feel like i captured that in this fic and i just ???? relate really hard and i’ve never written anything that i can recognise myself in so much



“Shit shit shit, just our fucking luck,” Aaron grumbled, perching his bag on his head to protect himself of the worst of the rain. It didn’t work, and he only grew more stressed at the thought of rainwater seeping into his bag and ruining his work, so he tucked it into the crook of his arm again. “Hercules, hurry up!”

“I’m coming, babe,” was the reply that he received, sounding far too amused and not nearly enough hurried. “You’re way too stressed about a little rain.”
Aaron huffed a sigh. “It’s a lot of rain.”

Hercules finally caught up with him. The rain didn’t seem to bother him at all; instead, he tilted his head up to meet the raindrops and closed his eyes in bliss. He looked, in that moment, beautiful, like a Renaissance painting that was worth millions and millions. He looked so peaceful that Aaron forgot about the rain for a second, momentarily taken back by the sheer beauty of the man he was dating. He often wondered what he had done to deserve a man as perfect as Hercules, who was sweet and caring and would make impromptu plans but would understand if the spontaneity made him panic and would cancel said plans without a trace of disappointment, who would make dinner without complaint and didn’t make fun of his more childish interests, who would back off when he sensed that his touch was unwelcome but could recognise when Aaron wanted to cuddle without forcing him through the humiliation of verbalising this need or…

Well. Anyway. The point was, Aaron felt blessed to have Hercules. 

“What are you doing?” Aaron asked when he snapped out of his reverie.

Hercules turned to grin at him, wild and unabashed. 

“Feeling the rain. Don’t you ever do that sometimes?”

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?” Aaron asked, incredulous. Somehow, it was such a Hercules thing to do. He saw the beauty in everything. It was part of why Aaron loved him. 

“Try it,” Hercules encouraged. 

Aaron snorted, tucking his bag tighter under his arm and beginning to walk away. There was no way in hell he was going to hang around and get struck by lightning just because his boyfriend was fascinated by the concept of water falling from the sky. “Yeah, no, I’ll meet you in the car.”

“Aww, come on, babe,” Hercules called out, jogging lightly towards him. “Just try it, thirty seconds and then you can go back to the car.”

“Why? It’s just water!” Aaron huffed, but did as Hercules asked. 

It felt… wrong, standing there are the world continued to storm furiously around him. He felt like he should be going, moving somewhere, he should be on the move. Standing still felt like he was rebelling against… God? His instincts? He didn’t know what, but he did know that the flash of exhilaration, knowing that he was ignoring all signs and doing what he wanted to do, was intoxicating. His blood was rushing and he was shivering and the rain was falling like bullets, but he was still. His whole life, Aaron had been dedicated to following every rule, whether that meant giving in all his homework or squashing down the suspicion that he may not be straight in order to properly ‘fit in’ with other people. But in that moment, rules meant nothing, and he could toss them away in favour of just existing.

“How’s it feel?” Hercules asked, soft. 

“Good,” Aaron replied after a moment. “Like… Like I’m rebelling.” 

This made Hercules crack a wide smile. “Goody little two-shoes Aaron thinks standing in the rain is rebellion, how sweet.” 

“Fuck off,” Aaron laughed, hitting Hercules lightly. This, of course, did nothing, consider Hercules was a solid wall of muscle, but whatever, it was the thought that counted. “It’s like… The world’s telling me to do one thing and I’m standing here, and I say ‘no’. And even our own brains are telling us to run but we don’t need to, because it’s just us two, and we don’t need anything else. It’s just us two, and the world is shut out, and it’s silent because we don’t need words when we have each others’ presence. If I were alone, I’d never do this but, with you next to me, it’s like I can conquer the world because you bring forward everything in me that I don’t have, you give me courage that I lack and push me to try new things, and with every new thing I experience with you, I grow a little, and we grow together.”

“Wow,” Hercules said lowly. “I still can’t believe you don’t publish your poems.” 

And just like that, the spell was broken. Aaron laughed, making his way to the car again, albeit without the hurriedness that had pushed him earlier. The feeling of his clothes sticking to his skin was still disgusting, but he didn’t mind it so much now. “No one wants to hear about a dark-skinned black man talking about how much he loves his gay boyfriend.” 

“I want to hear about a dark-skinned black man talking about how much he loves his gay boyfriend,” Hercules protested. 

“Babe, that’s because you are also a dark-skinned black man who loves his gay boyfriend,” Aaron pointed out just as they reached the car. He suppressed a wince as he sat down, trying not to think about the water ruining the leather seats he cared so much about. Standing in the rain may have had its perks earlier, but Aaron was absolutely going to regret it later. 

“Damn right I love you,” Hercules said, grinning. “But seriously, I’d buy every single copy so you don’t have to worry about sales doing well.” 

“Then the money would just come right back round to our house again.” 

“…Yeah but it’s the thought that counts, right?” 

Aaron shook his head, unable to stop a smile stretching across his lips. It seemed like the conversation was over, as Hercules began to drum his fingers against the dashboard in an unrecognisable beat, and Aaron was focused on driving anyway. But the thought plagued him, as he imagined publishing his poetry for the world to see. It was… too public. Too much. His poetry was the one place that he could be unabashed about his love for Hercules and anything else that he didn’t want the world to know. For so long, his philosophy had been to keep his emotions close to his chest, but the first time he had expressed it, he had scored a date with Hercules, and they had been dating ever since. Maybe revealing his heart wasn’t so awful. Not all of it, of course - he wasn’t ready for that level of vulnerability - but if there were other black people who didn’t fit neatly into the cisheteronormative slot society had created for them to be ‘acceptable blacks’… well, surely Aaron could give them something to relate to?

“Maybe I will,” he said finally. “Publish some poetry.” 

Hercules looked at him, raising a single eyebrow but looking completely non-judgemental. “You don’t have to. I was only joking earlier. If you’re not comfortable doing that, then you don’t have to.” 

“I want to,” Aaron said firmly. The conversation was slightly easier when he could focus his gaze on the road, but he turned to glance at Hercules anyway for a second. “For anyone else out there that’s like us. They deserve something to relate to as much as straight white people.” 

Hercules was silent for so long that Aaron grew worried. As he reached a red light, he turned to glance at his boyfriend, concerned, only to see a smile curling at his lips. 

“I’m proud of you,” Hercules murmured, making Aaron’s cheeks grow hot. 

“You’ve grown so much and… It’s just an honour to watch you develop as a person and get to be alongside you throughout this journey.”

Aaron smiled. “You’re something of a poet yourself, Mr. Mulligan.” 

“Shut up and give me a kiss before the light turns green, Mr. Burr.”


it’s not the mindless fluff that’s implied by the prompt or that i usually write so i’m sorry about that tho agghh but it gave me the same feels i got from moonlight and i’m just emotional because i want that to be me in the future okay 

(pssst send me more prompts))

An Iron Grip- Chapter 1

I posted about having this Gajevy fic that’s been sitting in my computer for a few years and thanks to all the encouragement I’ve decided to finally start posting it- all in all its about 40 chapters long give or take a bit; I’m going to update about 3 times a week with a new chapter so you guys dont have to wait too long :) This is my first fic so i’d appreciate some constructive criticism <3

Pairing: Gajevy

Words: 3,045

Will update every Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday :)

Summary: There is no magic. There is no wizards or dragons, that was all just make believe- or so Levy had been told. Her world is turned upside down when a dark guild comes after her, searching for a rare book, and everything she thinks she knows turns out to be wrong. Unwillingly thrust into a dark hidden underbelly of Magnolia city she must trust an unlikely band of misfits, a magic guild called Fairy Tail. Will Levy cave under the pressure or will she grow to be more than she every thought she would be and make some new friends along the way?

Chapter 2. Chapter 3. 


         The world swirled around Levy, black and white flashing ever faster. She was falling and falling fast. There wasn’t even enough time for her to scream; the air was sucked out of her lungs as the air cut past her. The fall seemed like forever even though she was sure realistically it was only a few seconds. But everything slowed. She’d hit the ground soon, she was sure of that too. The ground was hard concrete, unforgiving and cold. And she was just so so small. She wouldn’t stand a chance in hell against it. Levy squeezed her eyes shut and let herself fall. There was nothing she could do but wait for the floor to meet her. This was it. This was how she was going to go- alone and weak. This was it.

   'I’m so sorry Gajeel, I’m sorry I couldn’t help you’ she thought to herself.

   And then everything stopped.

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5x20 aka:  Olicity heaven (with a bit of hell in the last 4 minutes)

It’s official, season 5 of Arrow has started! It’s a shame the season is so short (starting at 5x17 for some reason. Weird) but I’m enjoying it so far!

I’m only slightly kidding. There was very little about the previous 16 episodes of the show that remotely interested me, and I doubt I’ll ever watch them in full; I saw all the ‘best’ parts in gif-form and short clips and that will do as far as I’m concerned. And you may think that disqualifies me from giving my opinion on the final 7 episodes of the season…but I’m going to anyway. Because what I have to say about 5x20 really only concerns one aspect of the show.


Originally posted by sarcasticbritishtwat

This episode was amazing for us shippers. So many wonderful moments. And a few terrible ones as well, but I’ll save them for last, lest I be accused of harshing people’s buzz or being overly negative.

So first, the positives.

This is gonna be nothing groundbreaking. You’ve all seen the episode; you’ve posted and reblogged and tweeted the gifs, with all the appropriate accompanying squeeing. But let me break down my favs:

The flashback scenes were DELIGHTFUL! 

(gif by @just-me-and-the-tv

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anonymous asked:

are you still doing au headcanons? because mckirk au with jim as a fireman and bones is a paramedic pretty please. (p.s: i adore your writing, omg)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

  • The first time Bones stops by the firestation it’s because someone’s unwell, and it’s honestly the most chaotic place he’s ever seen. Literally, there’s a ridiculously handsome guy twirling around the pole like he’s some top class stripper, and two other guys are just laughing at how ridiculous it looks. “Jesus Jim, go do what you’re paid for,” Chief Fireman Pike calls out to him, before apologizing to Bones. “He’s our best fireman, he’s just… weird.” “Okay.” Bones says, in lieu of a better answer. Pike guides him to a back room where a guy is sitting with a pack of ice against his eye. “Tell me what happened.”
  • A big fire breaks out, and the ambulance arrives shortly after the firemen. Bones watches them work, admiring their bravery. They’re entering a building that’s literally on fire, coming out with survivors. Bones checks them all out carefully before he sends them off to the hospital for more treatment. By the time the fire’s put out, it’s close to midnight. Bones is about to leave when he catches Jim, his face covered in ash and his right arm looks incredibly bruised. “Hey,” Bones says, approaching him. “Want me to take a look at that?” Jim looks at his own arm, grimacing lightly. “Nah, doc. It’s fine.” “It doesn’t look fine. Tell me what happened.” Jim looks tired, like he just wants to be anywhere else but here, and that’s understandable. “Just some elevator incident. My arm got stuck trying to pull out a few people. It’s fine. We saved lives, that’s important.”
  • It turns out, Jim’s incredibly reckless as a fireman. Sure, he’s the gentleman who saves cats from trees, who helps old ladies cross the street, and who is generally just such a good person. But ever since Bones has been transferred to Brooklyn, he’s sent to the fire department there at least once a week because of some stupid reckless shit Jim’s pulled. And he’ll sit with him, despite the whole “I’m fine, doc., I don’t need to be patched up”. Bones will tell him to shut up, and he patches him up. 
  • “Ouch. Ow-Bones!” “For the last time, just sit still! It doesn’t have to hurt so much,” Bones says as Jim tries to yank his head away. There’s a nasty cut just above his eyebrow that needs stitches, and Jim’s just constantly making Bones’ life hell here. “I swear you’re doing this on purpose,” Jim grits out through his teeth. “I’ll stop doing it on purpose when you stop getting hurt,” Bones counters. He leans in real close to Jim’s face, eyes trained on the wound he’s stitching up, and he can feel Jim’s eyes burning on him. “You smell good,” Jim finally says, and Bones just. He’s speechless for a few seconds. “Thanks?” Bones says, a little hesitantly, before adding: “You dance real good on that pole.” Jim bursts out laughing, the cutest laugh in the world, and it results in Bones having to stitch him up all over again. 
  • And Jim’s just incredibly strong. Bones watches him carry a full grown man in his arms when he exits a burning building, maybe adrenaline has something to do with that, but it’s really impressive. Bones tends to the guy Jim saves and Jim’s doing great. Honestly, Bones pays most attention to his favorite fireman saving people, and he looks so great with grey stained cheeks, toned biceps and his otherwise perfect hair now a dirty blond, but fuck, it’s a look that works well on him. 
  • When they’re mostly done, Bones sits inside the ambulance, and the doors are open and he’s watching the firemen wrap up their stuff. Bones is watching Jim, and the fireman catches Bones staring, and he walks over. Bones notices a limp in his walk. “You okay?” he asks as Jim sits down next to him. “No, doc., I think I need a checkin-up,” Jim says, and Bones frowns because since when does Jim ask for something? “Tell me what’s wrong.” Bones says, and Jim grabs his hand and places it on his leg. “It hurts.” “There?” “Little higher… little higher. Little higher.” Jim says, and Bones catches Jim’s smug grin as Bones’ hand slides up over Jim’s leg, inching closer to Jim’s thighs as he follows his instructions. “Are you-” Bones starts, and he frowns, “Are you kidding me?” “C’mon, doc, I’m serious.” Jim says, even though he’s laughing. He lifts up his arm and points at this little spot there that’s barely even noticeable. “See this? No one’s ever looked into that spot on my arm. What if it’s something serious? Maybe you should go back to my place so you can give me a full exam.” Bones rolls his eyes. “No,” he says, even though it’s definitely a yes. Jim looks insulted. “Take your stethoscope and listen to your own heart, surely it’s telling you to go out with me.” “Jim, no.” “I wish I was your coronary artery so I could be wrapped around your heart.” “Stop.” “I’m a sperm donor-” “JESUS” Bones bursts out laughing, and Jim’s laughing too, and he’s fairly sure it’s because both of them are exhausted. Jim leans in and pushing him back until Bones is just lying on the floor of the ambulance, and he leans over him so he can kiss him, faint taste of smoke on Jim’s lips. Jim runs a hand through Bones’ hair, realizing an ambulance probably isn’t the best place to continue this, so he pulls away with a smirk and he’s just like: “So, want to go and play doctor at my place?” Bones groans because Jim’s lines are just terrible, but he’s definitely going to Jim’s place tonight.
The Down Side of Coming Out

summary: Mark makes a very sweet coming out video because he loves both Amy and Ethan with all his heart, but Ethan wasn’t out to his parents yet and some fans started to make comments about Amy ‘getting in the way’ of there otp

Type: angst, fluff

ships: Amy + Ethan + Mark

“so guys, what I’m trying to say, is that I love them. Both of them. And yes, I know that’s not how relationships are supposed to work but I can’t help it. I can’t help my sexuality and I can help who I fall in love with. Ethan, Amy if you’re watching this, I love you both with all my heart.” Mark wiped his tears off his face before ending the video and uploading it with out editing it.

He has wanted to to that for so long. He felt so free now. Like he was aloud to love and like his love was valid. Mark decided he wanted to spend the rest of the day with the two most amazing and beautiful people he knows. He walked out of his recording room and went to where Ethan and Amy where editing.

“Hey stars,” Mark smiled as he used one of names he called Amy and Ethan when they where together “I made the video.”

Both Amy and Ethan looked up at him. Amy was beaming, she was so happy she could start being public about there relationship. She has a file on her phone of pictures that she had been waiting to be able to post. Ethan on the other hand didn’t look as happy. Of course he gave Mark permission to make the video and post it, but he hadn’t told his parents and was honestly, a little scared. His parents had told him that he wasn’t aloud to be gay, so he didn’t think they would be very happy about him dating more than one person and one of them being a guy.

Ethan smiled anyway, pushing the feeling down and deciding to focus on the fact it was over and he had people who would love him even if his parents didn’t.


Mark had never felt happier. He was dating the most beautiful woman in the world and he was dating the most handsome man in the world. He was out and had seen a lot of support and had said beautiful and handsome people curled up to him on either side. Mark felt butterflies in his stomach from how happy he was. All three of them where slowly starting to drift off to sleep when Ethan’s phone went off.

*deep beep imma sheep, I said beep imma sheep*

Ethan’s annoying ring tone filled the quiet room waking everyone up.

Half asleep, Ethan grabbed his phone and picked up the call.

“hello?” Ethan suddenly bolted away from Mark and quickly stood. by the look on his face he was horrified. “H.. Hey Dad”

Amy and Mark looked at each other with concern. Ethan had told them his parents might not be happy but he didn’t really make I big deal out of it.

“please Dad… Ok but if you just listen to me… ok… yes sir… I understand… I’m sorry…”

After Ethan hung up his phone he looked down. There was sadness in his eyes, but only for a second as they where soon replaced by anger. Ethan through his phone across the room smashing it agenst a wall befor falling to his knees and sobbing.

With in seconds Amy and Mark where both by his side. Mark holding him and rubbing his back and Amy telling him to breath and helping him to calm down.

“Blue bird,” Mark spoke as softly as he could “what was that about?”

Ethan looked up at Mark before looking down and saying “My dad says I’m not his son anymore and they have no place for… for a freak in there family.”

Mark’s heart shattered. How could someone do that? How could someone be so cold and so heartless to someone as amazing as Ethan?

“I’m so sorry blueberry,” Amy spoke quietly “I promise you’re going to be okay. I know this is hard, I couldn’t begin to understand what it’s like, but where here for you okay?”

Ethan nodded before leaning into his lovers arms, feeling protected by them.


Ethan was fast asleep, sandwiched between Amy and Mark, who where both on there phones.

Amy had posted a picture of Ethan, Mark, and her all at the beach. Ethan was in cute light blue swim trunk and Mark was in bright red ones. Amy was in a beautiful yellow bikini that had little bits of green on it. They all looked happy.

Amy decided to look at the comments. She saw alot saying how cute they all where. She also saw alot saying it was wrong, which she ignored easily. Then she saw a bunch saying they felt bad for Amy, saying the was getting in the way and didn’t relise it. She looked over the comments like this but there where alot. There where also alot of replies saying it’s her life and that they where happy together. There where also replies agreeing with the comments.

Amy felt something inside start to hurt. Did they really not want her around? Was she getting in the way? Would they be happier with out her?

“Amy,” Mark’s voice pulled her from he thoughts “you okay babe?”

“Mark… Do, do you and Ethan like having me around or would you be happier with out me?” Amy asked sadly

“What? Of course we like having you around we love you! why?”

Amy felt tears falling and she quickly felt a need for her boyfriends to hug her “The comments on that picture I posted from the beach… there was a lot of people saying you’d both be happier with out me.

Mark reached over and wiped her tears away “it’s not true Amy. I love you and Ethan loves you, we’d both be way less happy if we didn’t have you. I promise.”

"Thank you” Amy smiled.

Mark waited for Amy to fall asleep before getting up, careful not to wake his loves. He quietly walked down the stares to his recording room and started a recording.

“Hey. So earlier today, I came out and um, since then, I… I’ve been shocked at everything that had happend. So… A few things have happend and I’m going to go over them and I need you guys to listed. I’d this is you, if you are doing any of this, It needs to stop. So, first of all, to Ethan’s family, Fuck. You. What gives you the right to treat Ethan like he’s nothing purely because of his sexual orientation. What gives you the right to tell a 20 year old, who isn’t even old enough to drink, who you promised to love and take care of no matter what, what gives you the right to take away everything he is? Why do you get to decide his punishment for being himself and why would you do something as drastic as to tell him he’s not family anymore? it doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is that you all know that Ethan is better than any of you will ever know. Weather he sees it or not he is perfect. Maybe perfect isn’t good enough for you, but that’s fine. If you don’t want him don’t think this will slow him down or hurt him because just because you left him doesn’t mean he’s alone.” Mark took a deep breath and wiped his tears.

“Now, the second thing that happend involves Amy. I love her just as much as I love Ethan, and for the most part this community has be great, but to those of you who feel the need to attack Amy and to tell her she isn’t loved or to tell her she’s holding Ethan and I back, is bull shit. Amy is one of the best people I know and I would, and so would Ethan, we would be do much worse with out her. I need you guys to stop. If you are spreading this bull shit stop. If you are posting the bull shit stop. If you see this bull shit, report it. please help me make this stop. I love Amy. I love Ethan. If you have a problem than instead of crying about it and trying to hurt us, grow a pair and leave this community. there’s no place for you here.”

Mark finished up the video than posted it again, without editing.

He as quietly as he could walked back to bed where he was greeted by his two lovers wide awake with tears in there eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Mark panicked

“you, you left the door open,” Ethan smiled wiping his tears “we heard what you said. we love you too”

Mark smiled before jumping on top of his stars. He loves calling them that, because as cheesy as it was, they are the light of his light.


welp, that’s the first fic on this account. I hope you guys liked it! If anyone has any ideas for future story or has any head canons they’d like to share feel free to send an ask or message me ♡


Jelena 2014: Year in Review.


It’s the second day of the year and we already got Jelena on segways.

3 days later he posts this first Jelena selfie with the caption “Love the way you look at me”


Then they went camping, but we got no pics.

Then, BANG, no more Jelena.

February: none.


“Most elegant princess in the world”


A few days later, they both have performances in Texas, so they reunite.

Justin performs at one of the SB events, and he dedicates ALAYLM to his baby.

After that, they were seen walking around.

The next day (WOAH THERE WAS A NEXT DAY) Selena had her first performance of the two. Aaaaaaaaand Justin tweets:


Selena has her second performance the next day (YES, THERE WAS ANOTHER DAY) and HEY, GUESS WHAT, SHE SKIPS LOVE WILL REMEMBER. I WONDER WHY.

The day after that (I bet you got used to it.), they went to dance studio.

Jelena tour rehearsals? Nah.



If you died, don’t worry, we all did.

After Selena left, Justin met a few lucky fans in Toronto, and when I say “lucky” I mean THE LUCKIEST MOTHERFUCKERS IN THE WORLD because they got to hear Unfamiliar, of of the three hundreds Jelena duets we will never (probably) hear.

*insert ugly crying here*

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUT no more Jelena that month.


VERY VERY VERY RANDOMLY, Selena flies to Miami and goes to the studio with Justin and Madisooooooon.


A few days later, they fly back to LA and they attend Coachella Festival. PLS.

no HQ’s but let’s enjoy the LQ’s. :-)

No more Jelena, again. Or nah?

Well, whatever it was, Justin posted a random throwback picture with Sel and the littles *cries*.

May: None.

June: Selena diseappeared from earth’s face for a few days, and we all guessed she was in Canada with JB because of a tweet of a family friend. AND.WE.WERE.RIGHT.

He posted a super sweet selfie with one of the most emotional captions ever.

“Our love is unconditional” then deletes this.


After this, they were seen at the movies, at a restaurant and more. Looks like our Jelena is back for good, huh?

He also posts 2 selfies on Shots

Theeeeeen, they went at the zoo with his grandparents.



they are SO back together.


July: let’s forget about that month. But he says that Selena is beautiful.

August: After a shitty beginning with that spotting of Justin making out with a model, you would never expect Jelena ever again, right? NO!

About two weeks later they hang out after the TCA’s undercover, then confirmed it all with this amazing picture that will make you all single ladies cry.

“Right now everything else is a blur”


After that they spend several days between his and her house.

Justin posts a video of him dancing to “All about that bass remix” and Selena laughs at his dorky boyfriend in the background.

A few days after, they went at a themed park, if I’m not wrong, but no HQ’s pic of them together, but don’t worry, they were.

Selena follows Yovanna???!?!!?!!???

Yovanna follows her back?!?!?!??!?!??

JK. After, like an hour, they unfollowed eachother and Justin posted and deleted a pic of Selena twice.


The day after, they flew to Canada and posted two selfies.


You know it.


If you need a moment, breath a little.

Okay, if you’re ready, let’s continue this time travel.

I’m not gonna add caption to this because they’re too hgdjnfdhjsnhjgfahjfkajghjkvbjsdhgfkdaljdskjfl, got it?

Take another breath aaaaaaaaaaand go!


And August ends pefectly.


“A rainy dream”



Selena leaves Canada but comes back after a little.

Justin also posted this on Shots

After a week we found out that this

was Justin’s lockscreen, and I STILL NEED THAT PICTURE.

Anyway, they flew to Vegas and i’m still mad we got only one picture of them together dressed like that.

But okay.



They also celebrated Ryan’s BDay and Justin posted this



Jelena also had a double date with Ryan G and The Benzo at horror nights.


Then they went to church

That cuteness should be illegal.


Justin brought sunflowers to Selena and then cooked organic chicken breasts together.

Your OTP would never.

Theeeeeeeeennnnnnn they went to St. Martin and Justin posted this BOMB.

who the fuck is Yovanna?

Then we got this:

and this

then these assholes went to Paris and we got nothing more.

And last thing, in October, Justin posted this

And this is how it ends, maybe.


Little Prick

Drabble Challenge - Prompt 2 - “Hey, hey, calm down.  They can’t hurt you anymore.” Filled for anon.   

Thank you for the prompt, I tried to give you a little bit of hurt/comfort.  I hope you like it and thank you for your kind words. x :) 

“Hey, hey, calm down.  They can’t hurt you anymore,” He remembers his mother whispering to him the first time it happened. 

He was only three and needed to be immunised. As soon as he saw the needle he became hysterical, the doctor had had to chase him around his office and trap him against the wall to administer the inoculation.  He had cried all the way home.

When he’d done his shoulder in college and needed to have it operated on, he’d breathed into a paper bag as the nurse put in the IV drip and even then he had very nearly blacked out from the panic.

Harvey had always hated needles.  He knew it probably seemed silly to most people, but seeing someone with a sharp pointy object that was going to inflict pain on him, move toward him sent a reaction of fear and panic that overrode his usually cool and composed demeanour.  And nobody except Lily knew.

After last year’s flu season had taken out half of Pearson Hardman, Jessica had basically laid down the law.  You had a flu shot, or you faced her wrath.

He was staring ashen-faced at the e-mail revealing his appointment time when Mike bounced into his office.

“Hey boss, got your flu shot appointment?  I got 5 pm, lucky hey?  I usually get a dead arm from those things!” Mike babbled, dropping a file in front of him.

“Hmmm.“  Was his tight-lipped response.

“I’m finished with the Cortland file, found something interesting actually,” Mike explained, gesturing that he pick up the file.  

When he replied with another hum and didn’t even look at the folder, Mike pressed harder.

“Harvey,” Mike insisted, “What’s going on?”

He looked up at Mike then, realising that he had missed an integral part of this conversation.  He grabbed the file and buried his face in it, reading it over quickly.


“Sorry, this is good work, Mike,” He said, attempting to distract Mike with compliments but instead found that Mike had managed to slip around his desk and was now reading over his shoulder.  Damn kid and his disregard for personal space.

“Hey, you got the 5.05pm appointment, I’ll come grab you, and we can go together,” Mike confirmed, and exited the office before he could refuse the offer.

True to his word, Mike escorted him down to the 40th floor where the flu clinic had been set up.  They were sitting outside, and he was watching a steady stream of people enter, and exit like this was just your ordinary occurrence, and not the end of the world. 

“Mike Ross.” The nurse announced.

Mike stood and turned to him.

“Want to distract me while she stabs me in the arm?”

He blanched but managed a nod.  Maybe seeing Mike have his needle would help? 

It didn’t, and it was his turn sooner than he expected.  The collar of his shirt was drenched in sweat, and his hands had started to tremble.

“You’re up,” Mike called out, turning to find him pale and shaking, and plastered against the wall.  “Harvey!” Mike said, arriving by his side in the blink of an eye.

He swallowed nervously.  “I can’t,” he muttered, closing his eyes and willing the dizzy feeling away.

“It’s okay,” Mike soothed.  Mike loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt, then took his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“Why didn’t you tell me?  I feel like an asshole for dragging you down here.”

He attempted to laugh, but it came out as a choked cough.  “I thought I could,” he replied, cheeks flushing slightly.

Mike started to unbutton his shirt sleeves. “You’re sweating, just take it off, and we’ll relax in here for a bit okay?  I’ll just let the nurse know, stay put,” Mike directed, leaving him to fumble with the buttons and work his shirt off.

He felt better with his shirt off, maybe a little foolish but at least Mike wasn’t laughing at him.  In fact, he enjoyed the way Mike seemed to take control of the situation, and know just what he needed.

He watched as the nurse nodded at Mike as though she understood, then smile over at him.

Mike turned back to him, and for a second he forgot to breathe because for some reason, Mike was walking toward him like he wanted to take him apart and devour every inch of him.  He managed to huff out a “Wha-” before Mike grabbed his face and placed a hard and unrelenting kiss against his lips.  Without any further thought except maybe ‘fuck yeah’, he kissed him back, Mike’s tongue demanding and receiving entry to his mouth as they lost themselves in a moment that both had wanted for over a year now.

He didn’t even feel the nurse administer the shot.

Authors note: Thanks for reading. There are 7 more drabbles to come, I’ll probably post one every few days. I feel like I could have edited more, but then these would never get posted. Now posted over on AO3

anonymous asked:

Prompt: What's the relationship between Fujimaki and Masaomi like? I feel like they're both highly intelligent, dangerous and good at reading people, so I'd be really interested in the dynamic between them! (I absolutely love your writing so much, and MasaYou is totally my OTP now :D)

“Masa-chan, I told you, you can’t just go in there and act like you usually do—”

“—I’m not sure I like your implication there, Youji, I usually behave just fine around people.”

“He’s not people, he’s a four-star general, OK? And if you want to adopt Seijuurou, you’re going to have to get him to like you.”

“I still have no idea what you’re talking about, people love me,” Masaomi says. “You’re making a big deal out of nothing. Do you know what a general is?”

“Probably better than you know what a general is.”

“A general is a politician,” Masaomi replies. “You don’t get to be a general without being able to play the political game. And no one knows that game better than me. Generals get where they are because they know how the world works—you schmooze, you make connections, you know the right people—”

“Yes, please, do continue explaining how military ranks work to me, Masa-chan, I’ve always been astoundingly ignorant about the subject—”

“Clearly, or you wouldn’t still be just a sergeant,” Masaomi says.

“You know what? Don’t listen to me. You go in there and you do your thing, Masa-chan,” Youji says. It is decidedly tempting to just let Masaomi hang himself with this conversation, but against all odds Seijuurou actually seems to want to live with this guy, and Youji does feel obligated to try and make sure the kids end up where they want to be.

“Youji, don’t tell me you’re actually afraid of this man,” Masaomi says incredulously.

“He’s a general,” Youji says.

“Ugh, you used to be cool,” Masaomi says.

It would be very hard to explain just what it is exactly about General Fujimaki that makes Youji nervous. Youji really isn’t the kind of person who would typically be intimidated by authority, but Fujimaki wasn’t the typical authority figures that Youji had rebelled against in his past. He’s not sure he could explain it properly, but he does feel like it would be a mistake for Masaomi to underestimate the general. He opens his mouth to try and explain that, at least for Seijuurou’s sake, but then the door to Fujimaki’s office opens up.

“Oh, Kasamatsu-kun, Akashi-kun, it is nice to see you both.” Fujimaki smiles kindly at both of them.

Masaomi blinks in silence for a second—it has probably been a very long time since anyone used the “kun” ending when addressing him, and then smiles. “General Fujimaki, it is truly an honor to meet with you. Could I please have a moment of your time?”

“Certainly, Akashi-kun, I’d be happy to speak with you.”

The two step into Fujimaki’s office and close the door. Youji thinks that’s the politest he’s ever heard Masaomi be—he’s never heard Masaomi use respectful keigo, he didn’t even know Masaomi knew how.

So. All things considered, Masaomi must have gotten the picture.


When Masaomi comes back out again, Youji is waiting at the door. “Well?” he asks urgently.

“I want that man to be my father,” Masaomi replies.

“Masaomi,” Youji says.

“I’m serious. Do you think he’d agree to enter my family? He’d make a badass General Akashi.”

“I’m not sure you can just randomly pick your own family members like that.”

“Why not? I’m choosing a son, I can keep going with this. Ooh, I really like that idea, I could pick out an entirely new family line. Do you want to be my brother or my cynical uncle? I think General Fujimaki should also be your father, you’ve always needed a new family.”

“I’m leaving you now,” Youji says, walking away.

“Youji, don’t walk away, I have ideas for further Akashi family members, this is brilliant. We could rule the world!”

A/N: Thank you for the question, anon-friend! I was initially thinking that they probably hadn’t met yet, until I realized that all things considered they probably did when Masaomi was adopting Akashi. I know I didn’t actually show those two together, but I decided I’d have more fun with it this way. =D I also think those two would make a frightening combination. Thanks again!