otp: you know i always got your back


I think he believes that somehow they must recognize that the other one cares. I’m sure she knows he cares about her. The fact that she tries to give him back the sword Oathkeeper and he kind of says, “It’s yours. It’s always been yours,”…the subtext is it’s almost like saying, “You keep my heart. It’s yours. It’s always been yours.” - Nikolaj Coster-Waldau

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.


[…] it’s more that he cares for her, and I think he believes that somehow they must recognize that the other one cares. I’m sure she knows he cares about her. The fact that she tries to give him back the sword Oathkeeper and he kind of says, ‘It’s yours. It’s always been yours,’ the subtext is it’s almost like saying, ’You keep my heart. It’s yours. It’s always been yours.'“ - Nikolaj Coster-Waldau [IGN]

you got a home for now and forever: a caminah masterpost

because this is long overdue and they’re literally the most important thing to ever happen and they’re the best friends in the history of best friends and I need somewhere to vent let’s get started shall we

disclaimer: no gifs are mine except the grand rapids q&a gifs and the red in indianapolis gifs and certain puerto rico gifs

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thewindthief  asked:

2, 4, 13

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to? 

oh HECK yes is there. so many. I always really wanted to write tragedy, like you know, kill off your otp type thing, but I’ve yet to actually kill off a main protagonist.*

*if they come back it’s not counted.

I also want to do married protagonists being a cool action couple because that would be cool.

4. How many fic story ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

I mean, loads, but some have been scrapped, for example most of my dystopias. I’ve written so many first chapters of different things but never got really far in the story.

I had this idea for a horror story, which, depending on how I feel at that point might be the next thing I write after the Valerian Chronicles. (trust me though Valerian will take a LONG time. I’m thinking at least 4 more years because it’s a trilogy.)

The basic idea is that a guy has just gotten a heart transplant and he’s haunted by the ghost of the woman from whom the heart was taken, because she was unethically killed for her organs and wrongfully blames it on him.

I had some great ideas for some really creepy scenes and I did some research about the types of drugs people take for a heart transplant. Pretty soon the guy starts blaming the weird stuff that’s happening to him on the drugs he’s taking, so he goes to the doctor to try to get his medication switched and that’s when he starts his journey of discovering that everything’s not exactly on the up-and-up.

Rich Jensen could barely move from his chair. The wound on his chest was hideous; ugly bruising and black stitches straight down the center of his ribcage. He felt awful, and given everything, he wasn’t surprised. He had read over how it worked beforehand. All his ribs had been broken, forced open like the wings of a grotesque butterfly. He wondered what the people in past ages might have thought if he told them that he’d had his beating heart ripped out of his chest and replaced with another. And yet he sat here, breathing. Alive. They’d have called him a god. Or a monster. It made him feel powerful, helped keep him from growing despondent. Otherwise he just felt helpless and trapped.

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Hmmm. There are a lot of candidates for this position. We could try “It’s okay to use the word said” or “vary your sentence length” or… how about this… “Every chapter is like a mini novel, with a beginning, a middle, and an end.”

But the most helpful things for my writing life have been not advice snippets, but exercises. My old writing teacher used to have us take a scene from a published novel and break it down into a list of components: Dialogue, internal monologue, action, sensation, and scenery. (basically, label every sentence.) Once you have the order the author uses them, you have to write a different scene with the same components in the same order as the original. It is tough and the product is weird but it helps you understand how to write narrative better.

It’s so funny because I’ve been shipping SasuSaku since I was 14 years old damn I feel old and I was always confident that they would end up together if Sasuke survived because it was looking a little dicey there for a moment but I always thought it would be left off as this vague thing where he would come back and maybe time would pass and something would be said or shown that was meant to let us know that they were together.

vague my ass

Kishi was like: here you go, your OTP not only got together but also got married and had a baby which as said by Sasuke Uchiha himself is also proof of their love.

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bellamy/clarke, paper cut

It’s an old report that she found in the station, and it’s not like it’s really going to hurt anything if she takes an old piece of paper about dwindling medical supplies in space and how they must be rationed. Nobody will notice. Nobody will care.

But Clarke’s fingers are itching something fierce, so she finds a nice corner to wedge herself into. She starts with broad strokes with the pencil, light lines that look more like a scribbling mess than an actual picture. It soon starts coming to life, though, the broad shoulders, powerful legs, big head.

Her fingers work automatically, and she feels herself relax in inches until she’s forgotten everything around her. Not just the sounds of the camp, but Finn and Lexa and the horrors of Mt. Weather.

She’s lost enough that she only notices Bellamy when the paper slices into the calloused pad of her finger, stinging along the way as he slides the drawing away from her.

“Hey–” she’s quick to call out, but not so quick to stop the well of blood on her finger or Bellamy actually taking her stuff. With a hiss, she pops her fingers into her mouth and tries to ignore the bitter taste.

“Hey, this is really good,” he says as he squats down in front of her.

“It’d have been better if you could have actually let me finish it,” she says around her finger.

He gives her a sheepish sort of smile - which looks absolutely ridiculous on his face, because there’s nothing really sheepish on Bellamy. “I’ve been calling your name for the last minute.”

“So you decided to get my attention by giving me a paper cut?” Popping her finger out of her mouth, she shoves it in his face, wiggling it a bit.

With a sigh and roll of his eyes, he catches her finger and plants a kiss to the tip, right over the wrinkled bit of skin. It takes him a moment to realize exactly what he’s done, but her face flames up in an instant.

“Ah, Bellamy,” she wheezes, pulling her finger back. Another second of hesitation, and she takes back her half-finished drawing of the gorilla-like beast out in the forest.

“Sorry,” he mutters, leaning back to sit down instead of balancing on his heels. “I used to do that for Octavia when she got hurt. You know, because Bellamy’s kisses are magical and healing.”

Clarke’s face screws up as she laughs. It’s the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard.

“I bet it doesn’t hurt anymore,” he points out.

“That doesn’t make your kisses magical.”

“We can always do test runs.”

Clarke rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t immediately dismiss the idea.

I can’t believe this day happend - but yesterday I’ve finally finished reading the Lux-Series by Jennifer L. Armentrout

With one eye smiling and one crying eye I can look back at 5 wonderful books, that kept my attention for nearly two years. I remember starting the series at the end of 2014 and you could say that it was love at first sight. I loved Obisidian from the very first second, I fell in love with the characters and mostly with Daemons hilarious sarcasm.

Obsidian was the first book that I have ever read from Jennifer L. Armentrout and I loved her writing so much, that I knew: she would be my new queen. Her books are never a failure. Actually she has a talent for ripping my heart out. But good for her that she also knows how to put it back where it belongs and wrap it in cotton.

I’m kind of happy that I have ended the series, because sometimes the story became so crazy that I was like “wtf J., what are you doing (with your characters)?!”, but she always got my attention back and now I have to admit: I already miss Daemons and Kats playful fights (they are my new otp).

If you want to read something different from the usual fantasy books (you know, like vampires and werwolves) and that’s funny and exciting at the same time, I promise you: that’s the one you’re looking for! It’s a must read! 

(You can only love it)