otp: you should tell me about anyone that makes you smile like that

Penelope & Derek’s Matchmaking Service

Originally posted by theonewiththevows

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

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

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

Warning: nothing

Word Count: 3k

Rating: PG


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

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

“How does what not drive me crazy?”

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

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

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

“What are you doing?”

“I’m people watching.”

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

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

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

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

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

“So you have noticed!”

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

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

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

“But what if we did?”

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing?”

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

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

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


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

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

“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anyone who you hope it is?” 

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

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

“Just peachy,” Spencer growled. 

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

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

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

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

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

“You think I should what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What did you say?”

“Nothing!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Same thing!”

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

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

“I take offense to that comment!”

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

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

“Then who is it?”

“It’s uh, Brian in payroll,” 

“Brian in payroll?”

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

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

“Yes, yes he definitely does.”

“Yeah? What it is then?”

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

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

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

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

“Aw, sweets it’s gonna be ok.”

“My life is over.”

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

“Not funny.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think we’re good,” you answered. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

modern!johnny cade headcannons

(there’s so mucb jally and lgbt!johnny it’s not even funny omg)

- johnny would probably listen to bands like imagine dragons, artic monkeys, some of twenty one pilot’s older music, and the hardrock dally likes

- he also managed to talk ponyboy into reading to him, which wasn’t hard because pony loves to read to him anyway

- this boy always has a pair of earbuds on him even if he isn’t listening to them

- it helps him whenever he has to block out his parents

- which is a lot

- but he’s careful not to listen to his music too loud. he doesn’t want to go deaf and especially not before he’s 20

- mostly because ponyboy and darry always nag him about it

- and johnny’s never really understood why it wasn’t socially acceptable for men to wear makeup or wear dresses or skirts?? he just doesn’t get it

- johnny also keeps a hair tie on his wrist for when he gets too anxious and needs something to fiddle with

- two-bit once had to take it away from him because he was scared johnny’d cut off his circulation to his hand

- and his hands are always shaking

- so johnny’s always fidgeting with something to try and hide it

- but it doesn’t matter who you are

- his hands are shaking

JALLY/LGBT+ PORTION

- and, okay, one night he’s with dally and they’re driving. they weren’t talking. they were letting dally’s radio fill the silence.

- johnny was cool with it

- and dally was Focused™ on driving

- and johnny’s just watching dally drive and dally runs his hand through his hair and, internally, johnny just kinda goes,“oh. oh shit.”

- mkay he realizes that he may have a small crush on dallas winston

- which he hadn’t really considered before

- and he quickly decides that it shouldn’t matter who you love if it doesn’t harm you or the other person in a negative way

- so johnny realizes that he could fall in love with anyone

- at first, it kinda scares him but he ends up researching all night about this

- turns out, he’s pansexual

- the first person he comes out to is ponyboy, who actually knew what the term meant (probably because this boy never gets off tumblr smh)

- pony accepts

- he comes out to two-bit next. then soda, steve, and darry. he had to explain what it meant, but they accepted.

- he comes out to dally last. not because he didn’t want him to know, but because johnny was scared he’d ask who made him realize that. johnny wasn’t ready to tell him that.

- so one night they’re driving again and the sun is setting and dally looks like he’s made out of gold

- johnny loves it

- dally ofc doesn’t notice or let on to johnny staring

- johnny looks back to the road in front of them

- “i’m pansexual.”

- “you’re what?”

- “i could fall in love with anyone, dal.”

- “even a guy?”

- “even a guy.”

- johnny can feel dally staring at him

- he’s terrified to look up at dally but he does

- dally’s face is totally blank

- “whatever makes you happy, kid.”

- johnny can’t figure out how dally feels about it

- a small part of johnny is scared that dally’s angry

- but dally offers him a cigarette and johnny knows he’s at least not angry

- they don’t talk. just smoke in peace. the radio fills the silence

- which allows johnny’s mind to wander

- his parents would disown him

- so he never comes out to them

- he cries when lgbt+ get equal marriage rights. first, it’s out of elation because he is so happy. but then he goes home and hears his parents bashing the lgbt+ community

- he doesn’t even get through the door when he hears them

- and he goes back to the curtises

- he’s a mess

- he’s trying really hard not to cry but he can’t

- he can’t do it

- he was apart of that community and they were people, too

- ponyboy gets him to calm down after an hour

- he stays with the curtises for a week after that night

- johnny was a lot quieter after that, if that was even possible

- it worried dallas the most, though

- “c'mon, johnny, man, you haven’t said five words all day!”

- “i’m fine, dal.”

- it went on like that for a month, driving dally insane

- so, when dally runs out of ideas, he turns to the oldest curtis brother for help

- dally and darry have always been close,, okay

- and darry honestly saw this coming. he was just waiting for dallas to figure this out himself

- so darry isn’t surprised when dallas comes to him and all he’s talking about is johnny

- darry can tell dally’s been drinking by the way he slurrs his words and how he can hardly stand up

- “dar, what’s wrong with johnny? why won’t he talk to me?”

- darry, being the genius he is, starts to play a little mind game with dallas

- “why does it matter, dal?”

- “‘cause he’s my friend, dar.“

- “you’re friends with sodapop and you don’t care if you go a few days without talking to him.”

- “well johnny’s different, man!”

- “why’s johnny different? why do you care if you don’t talk for a few days?”

- “‘cause i want him happy! and ‘cause he doesn’t act like i’m an asshole!”

- “why does it matter what johnny thinks of you?“

- “i don’t know, man! he just..he makes me want to be less of an ass.”

- “so johnny makes you better?”

- darry watched as a drunk, crooked smile found its way across the younger boy‘s face. it made darry smile, too.

- “yeah, man. i love the little dude.”

- “yeah, just like a brother to you, right?” darry knew this wasn’t how dallas loved johnny, but he needed dally to say it himself.

- darry knew he gotten through to dallas when his eyebrows scrunched up.

- “no, man. i love him the way i loved sylvia. i wanna—” dallas then went on to describe all of the very raunchy ways he wanted to see johnny cade, and it made darry want to rip his ear drums out (he did not need those visuals of his friends), but he had gotten through to dallas.

- “dal—” darry cut dallas off mid-sentence,“why don’t you go find johnny and tell him yourself?”

- dallas’ drunk smile faltered.“no, man. what if he doesn’t feel the same, man?”

- “you’ll never know unless you try.”

- “dammit, darry. he’d be in the lot, right?”

- “yeah.”

- and like that, dally was gone. darry quickly sent johnny a text to give him a heads up about what was about to happen and to be in the lot.

i felt like this was a good place to stop. should i write more outsiders headcannons??
i like seeing you laugh

please tell me i’m not the only person in the world still thinking about passe på meg. i think of it as their little private i love you scene.

Isak and Even are two teenage boys. they don’t often sit down to discuss the intricacies of their relationship, they don’t verbalise every feeling. they don’t verbalise it, but we are shown it. when they hang out in mekke øl and hjernen er alene, their conversation is sometimes inaudible because the focus is not on what they’re saying but instead on how they make each other feel. they make each other laugh. they make each other laugh a lot. they make each other shine. maybe their jokes are hilarious, or maybe their jokes are terribly unfunny, it doesn’t matter, because dating someone who makes you laugh doesn’t mean you need to date a comedian, it means dating someone with whom you vibe so well that their mere presence relaxes you, being with them makes you laugh. we see that a lot with Isak and Even. good vibes and good laughs. how being around each other is effortless because they can just be.

so when Isak touches Even’s lower lip and says i like seeing you laugh, it’s a casual remark, but it’s also this this intimate, honest confession, because that’s how they make each other feel, they make each other laugh. and he likes it. he doesn’t have a word for it yet, but he knows the feeling’s good. they’re good. you don’t always need to say i love you. sometimes making them laugh is better. when the night is dark and heavy, sometimes laughter is the only way out.

so that’s the i love you of a boy who is young and learning and figuring things out.

i was there to meet you, on the other hand. it should be this dramatic moment, a plot twist, a huge revelation, a guarded secret that Even has kept inside all this time, finally ready to let it unravel. and yet it’s anything but. it’s a nonchalant statement, it’s a how was school we’re running out of toilet paper it’s pretty windy today by the way i was there to meet you. Even’s kept it a secret for so long because it’s not a secret. he says it like he’s stating the obvious, because to him it is the most obvious thing, nothing has ever been more clear to him. the possibility of him having been there for any other reason is nonexistent, and it’s ridiculous that anyone would think otherwise, especially Isak. but i saw you on the first day of school is different. it’s more quiet, half a whisper. Even becomes gentle and pensive, like he remembers something, remembers that first day of school. because this is the part that is not obvious to him. this part where he is lying in bed with the boy he saw on the very first day of school, wearing his clothes, wearing his smell, wearing his kindness and his patience and his understanding. this the part that is maybe a dream.

and my favourite part? it’s Isak’s little ‘oh’. that’s literally all he says. he doesn’t ask Even to elaborate, doesn’t ask any questions, where exactly did you see me, what was i doing, what did you think, what, when, why why why. just oh. and then he smiles. because he believes it. he accepts it. two weeks ago he was ready to believe that everything was a lie because what would someone like Even ever see in a boy like him. now he knows better. he believes it, he accepts it, and he relishes it. and then they smile at each other, because that’s how they make each other feel. they make each other laugh and smile. and it’s good. whatever this is, it’s good. it’s good, yeah.

Unexpected [Clay Jensen]

Pairing:Clay Jensen x fem!reader

Request:could you do #50 with clay from 13rw ?:) 

A/N:I read “you’d make” and not “we’d make” a cute couple so it turned out differently oops:(ALSO HAPPY HANNAH MAKES ME HAPPY-M

tags: @shamless-wolfies     @gamesandremixes      @leviathan-cas-05

Originally posted by felicithis



“Oh come on Y/N,when are you planning to tell him?“Hannah asked and took a sip from her milkshake.Y/N snorted and shook her head.

“I don’t know,maybe,never?”She said between laughs and shrugged her shoulders.

“Hey,look at me,” Hannah had gotten serious.She took her friend’s hands in hers,rubbing them softly. “Y/N, i don’t see where the bad thing is!He needs to know!And i’m sure he likes you too,so much!You guys would make such a cute couple!” She shouted from excitement.Y/N’s eyes widened and she immediately shushed her friend.

“Oh my God Hannah!We’re not the only people in here!“

Y/N took a quick look at her surroundings.Nobody at Monet’s seemed to notice Hannah’s sudden outburst.

“Look,what if he doesn’t like me back?I really don’t wanna embarrass myself…”She pointed and sighed once again.

Y/N had been crushing on Clay Jensen for years.But she thought that it’d ruin their friendship if she confessed her feelings for him.Of course,Hannah couldn’t let her friend drown in ignorance;she had everything planned.And she was sure the plan was going to work.It had to.

“Hey,positive thoughts right?Everything’s going to be fine and i’m sure that by the end of this date,you guys will be the best couple ev-”

Y/N was drinking her coffee but as soon as she heard Hannah’s words she almost spilled it.

“Whoa- what da-”

“Hey guys!“Said a familiar voice from behind.With a shocked expression on her face,Y/N turned around and came face to face with none other but Clay Jensen.His hands were tightly holding his backpack but there was a smile on his face nonetheless. What in the world had Hannah done?

“Hey Helmet!“Hannah exclaimed and quickly stood up.Grabbing her bag,she lightly patted his shoulder,she winked at Y/N and started walking away.

“I was just leaving.”

“You’re dead…"Y/N mumbled,her eyes fixed on Hannah.The girl took her tongue out and waved them goodbye,then she soon disappeared.

“What am i gonna do,what am i gonna do?“She thought to herself.She slowly started panicking and that wasn’t good.What had Hannah told Clay?Did she tell him that she was head over heels for him?No,no that wasn’t gonna end up well…

“So…” Clay started as he let his backpack down and took Hannah’s seat.

“Hannah said that you wanted to inform me about something that’s been bothering you lately?”

Y/N simply nodded.She was dying to tell him.But she was scared of his reaction.

“Should i be worried?” He asked and frowned.

It was then or never.She took a deep breath.She decided to stop hiding behind her little finger.If Clay was a true friend he wouldn’t dump her for that.Besides,it was the way she felt.She needed to share it.She would feel better and more relaxed if she did.At the end of the day,it wouldn’t even matter,there were just gonna be some words that needed to be spoken.

“Listen.I don’t care if you don’t see me the same way,i’m just gonna say it;i like you.I’ve liked you since junior high school and i never had the courage to tell you because i was scared.But you know what?I just realized that it’s totally fine.I’ve told you everything about myself,you know me better than anyone else.I like you so much that i might even love you.And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same.I just think that this is something that i should’ve told you long ago.“

Y/N talked in a low voice.Her eyes were staring intently at the wooden table.She finished her little speech and let out a deep breath.That was it.Now she was waiting for her friend’s answer.

She couldn’t see the smile slowly creeping on his beautiful face.He coughed a little bit before speaking.

“Y/N the feeling is mutual.“He almost whispered and reached for her right hand.

“What?” She asked,surprised,and looked up.

“For a long time too.And it’s crazy,you and me sitting here talking about it so calm and…It feels good to be honest.”

She couldn’t help but smile.The butterflies in her stomach didn’t seem to leave her.She was sure her cheeks were red but honestly,she didn’t care. “So, you’re saying that-” She didn’t manage to finish her sentence because he extended so as his face was close to hers.Soon, a pair of soft lips were on hers but only for a few seconds;people were watching,kids.But even a few seconds were enough to melt Y/N’s heart.

“You know i don’t say this often but,do you mind being my girlfriend?”

She gave him a cheeky grin and squeezed his hand gently.

“No Clay,not at all!”

The best part is that Y/N and Clay couldn’t see Hannah watching them behind the corner,her hand in her mouth to prevent herself from yelling.Her OTP was finally getting together,there’s nothing in this world she wanted more at this very moment.

When a blind woman was named Inquisitor, none of her inner circle expected the task before her to be easy. Neither did any of them expect her to face it alone. Each of them has their own task, a duty they have assigned themselves to make Elera Lavellan’s life just a little easier, a role they carry out with stubborn dedication. None of them say it, but they all know that every one of them would rather die than see someone else take their place.

Solas walks with her in the Fade, drawing her into his memories, conjuring up images of the places they’ve been. Only her body is blind, and in the Fade, she can see the echoes he creates for her. They stroll the ramparts of Skyhold together, a smile flickering around her mouth as she looks out on the rolling mountains, and he helps her memorise every staircase and passageway so that she might navigate them more easily in her sightless waking world. He shows her the Emerald Graves, so that she can stand beneath the trees and gaze at the million different shades of green the sunlight creates as it falls through the leaves. He shows her, despite his scorn, the Dalish camp they visited in the Exalted Plains, so that she can remember her own clan and feel, for a time, at home. They walk the paths of his memories together, he her hahren, and she, a student and friend he is proud to teach.

Varric does what an author does best - he puts the world around them into words. When they reach the top of a slope and let out gasps of awe at a view that Elera can’t see, he steps up to describe it to her, painting every detail with the best words he can think of until she smiles and whispers, I can picture it. He does the same with the people they meet, telling her everything from the colour of their hair to how high she has to look to meet their eyes. Leave it to the others to do the basics, helping her to make it through the world. Varric’s duty is to make that world beautiful.

Sera is the one who climbs. Up the piles of rocks, balancing on beams and narrow ledges, clambering onto rooftops and jumping between gaps. She hates those creepy shards, but Elera says they’re important, and Sera’s damned if she’s letting a blind woman go hauling herself up those frigging rock piles to reach them. Elera would do it if someone else didn’t, stupid stubborn woman, and Sera doesn’t want to see her fall and get herself killed. Because even though she’s an elf, an elfy elf, a really elfy elf who wants those pissing elfy shards to open that elfy temple… somehow, they ended up as friends. Real good friends. And Sera was never one to let her friends get hurt.

Vivienne picks out her wardrobe, not only for all those soirees and balls that the Inquisitor is obliged to make an appearance at, but for day to day wear. Just because practicality is Elera’s greatest concern - finding something with few buttons she needs to fumble at and few fastenings to struggle with - doesn’t mean she should be forced to sacrifice fashion. Vivienne seeks out fine silk and velvet for her, fabrics that a Dalish elf could never have heard of or touched before. She finds tunics in rich turquoise to match her vallaslin, and, for special occasions, a ballgown in pale silvery-blue, so unearthly against her pale skin that she almost seems to be wearing moonlight.

Dorian reads to her. It starts with him making some remark about a book on spirit magic he’s been browsing through. That sounds interesting, she says, could you read that passage to me? And before long it’s a tradition. She comes to the library, he finds a book, they sit in chairs facing each other and Dorian reads. At first it’s mostly tomes on magical theory, but soon, he’s narrating a new chapter of Hard In Hightown every evening, and a little circle gathers around them to listen, all of them catching their breath in unison over the dramatic parts and groaning whenever Varric ends things with yet another cliffhanger.

Cassandra has always been at home on the battlefield, and right from the start, she appoints herself the task of making sure that Elera can feel at home there too. Two rage demons, approaching from the right, and three wraiths, she roars, as the rift splits open and pours the Fade’s denizens forward.  One Red Templar in heavy armour, one archer. Just the simplest things, the things that tell Elera where to stand and what spell to use. There’s nothing she can do to make the bellowing of demons and the clashing of weapons less chaotic - but she can try to bring some kind of order out of the chaos. That’s what she does best, after all.

Bull takes it upon himself to make sure she can indulge in all the things the others won’t let her. Honestly, they treat her like she’s made of glass sometimes, and he knows it infuriates her, knows that she doesn’t want to be coddled. She’s blind, not a child. So he’s the one who makes sure she drops into the Herald’s Rest like all the others, the one who buys her a drink and lets her vent. She rarely has more than one or two, but all the same, he walks with her back to her room afterwards. Leaders have as much right to let themselves go as anyone from time to time. The fact that this leader can’t see doesn’t make the damnedest bit of difference to that.

Cole helps. He appears from thin air to guide her up staircases and through passageways when she needs it - but only when she needs it, because he knows she wants to stand alone as much as she can. And since she can’t see the curl of another man’s lip or the twitch of his brow while she speaks to him, Cole reads people for her, telling her the things she can’t pick up from their words and their tone. To him, her lack of eyesight means nothing. She’s a person, like all the others, and her thoughts are the same as everyone else’s. 

And Blackwall stands beside her. Where he’s meant to be. He’s the shield between her and everything that could ever possibly hurt her, the hand that flashes out to catch her when she stumbles and the weapon that cuts down the enemy who dared to get close. He’s the arm she rests her hand on as they go about their travels, the voice that tells her the path’s getting steeper or take it slow, there’s a sharp drop to the right. At first it’s an obligation, the duty of a soldier who’s seen men suffer a thousand different wounds from war, losing eyesight and limbs and sanity and Maker knows what else. He knows how to help someone whose body isn’t quite whole. 

But it becomes more than that, so much more. She is so strong, so capable, so determined to face all the trials thrown at her by a world she can’t see - but she can’t protect herself from everything. Just as he has needed her, needed her calm kindness and her dauntless faith in him, so she needs him to be her first and last line of defence. He knows, as the rest don’t (all right, Cole probably does, but all the normal rest don’t) that the one thing Elera Lavellan fears is oblivion. Being lost and alone with nothing to guide her.

She won’t have to face oblivion while he’s still breathing. She will always be able to reach out for him and find him there, to hear him tell her, I’m here, my lady. To which she responds with a smile and a murmur - I know, vhenan. Thank you.

She is his fortress, he is her shield, and nothing in the world can touch them.

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He couldn’t stop pacing.  His psychiatrist kept her eyes steady on him, following him and waiting patiently for him to speak. Finally, he turned to her and sighed. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I… I’m terrified. I shouldn’t be terrified.” He crossed his arms and groaned. “I can’t stop shaking. I thought this was supposed to stop.”

His psychiatrist hummed and checked her board. “You’ve been taking Zoloft for… two months, right?” Nico nodded. “Like I said, we have to move up slowly. It’s not regulating you yet, so I’m going to go ahead and increase the dose, okay?” Nico grit his teeth as she scribbled on a clipboard. Then she looked up and smiled. “Now, about this date. Was he nervous when he asked?” Nico shrugged and nodded. “Do you think he might feel just as scared as you at this point?”

“No,” he said immediately. “Will… he’s so put together. He’s stronger. Maybe he’s nervous but… I’m so scared, I get nauseous. And I don’t know why.”

She leaned forward and interlocked her hands, her eyes never leaving Nico’s. It was slightly disturbing the way she would look him in the eyes so consistently when Nico could barely hold her gaze for more than five seconds. “You mentioned before that the reason you stayed friends was because he said he couldn’t trust you. Right?” Nico nodded. “Do you trust yourself?”

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TOP TEN MARKSON MOMENTS

Long post ahead y’all but this was a lot of fun to go back and reminiscence about markson and their antics together. I hope all of y’all enjoy! 

Also, please remember that these are my own personal opinions and that they shouldn’t be taken literally or seriously. But if you ever wanna come talk markson with me, I’m always ready :) ((Note: All gifs should be linked directly but videos and pictures with have physical links above them because I’m not sure how to link those to their respective tumblrs– if your post is here and you want your content removed bc you don’t like the linking, msg me and I’ll take it down.)) I’m a litlle late but here we go!!


1. This was one of the ones I already had in mind ;) I just love it bc it’s such a weird situation to be in but Mark, ever the gentleman, just takes it in stride and keeps his hands to himself. I love how near Jackson gets to Mark and if that isn’t the simplest testament of how (pun coming) close they are, I don’t know what is. In all honesty, if Mark really wanted out, a simple hand on the back or a squeeze on the shoulder or even just shifting out of the way would have sufficed but he stays and although his face is stoic, his eyes are constantly on Jackson. LOVE IT!

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Originally posted by defwang


2. SOFT!! My heart always swells a bit when I see this picture!! It’s natural and pure and they’re both enjoying this moment and it’s evident on their faces. I personally think jumping around puts a smile on most peoples faces and if other people, friends, are doing it with you, then there’s no way that isn’t going to make you shine. SO, jumping+BFF+concert adrenaline+love= BIG A__ SMILES !! Oh they’re also cuties so there’s that factor too.

LINK: http://fyeahmarkson.tumblr.com/post/136342100342


3. TBH I GOT DISTRACTED WITH THIS ONE AND REWATCHED THIS SECTION OF THE REAL GOT7– anyways…THIS IS PROBS MY ALL-TIME FAVE, THAT I FORGOT ABOUT. So the whole episode itself was hilarious with got7 and we got some markson moments sprinkled in but THIS, THIS takes the cake. I mean who doesn’t want to see their otp get this close to kissing? I love Mark’s hands cradling the back of Jackson’s head. I’d like to believe that Jackson stretched his neck up a bit more when Mark touched the other side of the paper but I’m not sure in this gif bc its quick (maybe I’ll add another one after I publish this). Like omg still can’t believe this happened though :D

Originally posted by ziallhihihi


4.  Ok all the Got2Day Vapp stuff was gold and I loved the fact that we got to see everyone but of course my faves Mark and Jackson had the best one ;) It was cute and relaxed and I just love them in light/soft colors. Also #no#personal#space !! The video is just a short moment but it is super cute and I love them smiling at eachother bc heart palpitations~ OH but the second gif is MY FAVORITE bc it’s Mark just watching Jackson talk and he just looks so content and caring and its just one of those moments ok

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Originally posted by wangmins

LINK: http://marksonforlife.tumblr.com/post/152683520387/jackson-lays-on-the-table-and-mark-laughs 


5. I could rant FOR YEARS about this but idk if tumblr has a character limit or no.. BUT SERIOUSLY THIS IS JUST ICONIC!! It was actually the 1st to pop into my mind bc it was my icon (no joke for that one sorry) for a month I think? ANYWHO, I just straight up love this. They’re close. Jackson’s shirtless. Said Jackson is pressed along Mark’s backside. Said Mark is very very very smiley. Like Jackson could’ve chosen someone else- JB was kinda close I think- but he chose bae and got all up in bae’s business. And the fact that he’s partially restraining Mark? Keeping him flush with his body and leaning in to talk to him? My heart cannot keep up, this some tachycardia **** right here omg seriously!! Is it hot for anyone else in here or is it just them? *wink* 

PICTURE LINK: http://bangtancity.tumblr.com/post/149470443176/fyeah-markson-please-tell-me-again-that-markson

VIDEO LINK 1: http://marksonforlife.tumblr.com/post/149317913961/shirtless-jackson-hugging-mark-from-behind

VIDEO LINK 2: http://marksonforlife.tumblr.com/post/149277241258/two-angles


6. GO WATCH THE VIDEO PLEASE. Like the caption is spot on in my mind and I couldn’t agree more on the fact that it looked like Jackson was going to do something intimate and then he hesitated and looked at the camera!! UGH. seriously a fave moment bc its like what were you gonna do? huh?! You can’t not agree with the fact that that boy was playing around behind Mark. And then there’s Mark’s small smile and that little thing he does with his mouth, which reminded me of someone keeping a smirk in check. Oooooh there’s def something going on there and I wish I knew what it was!!

LINK: http://marksonforlife.tumblr.com/post/151033384652/i-already-posted-this-but-ill-post-it-again

I couldn’t find a gif of this video D: but I found some others from the same video (they’re faves but this ^^^ moment is the one I really cared for)

Originally posted by markticseas


7. ANOTHER VIDEO!! 9/10 markson shippers should remember this badboy right here. I don’t even remember what video this moment came from but even if I see a still I freak out bc this is literal gold. One of the best shows of touchy!Mark and cuddly!Jackson ever. Seriously, Mark kept putting his hands on Jackson and moving subtly, and then he even has the nerve to lean into Jackson further to whisper something-BOY!! And then there’s Jackson who decides it’s perfectly ok to rest his head on Mark’s chest all casual like he’s done it a thousand times before. And one moment I really love to see is Jackson noticing Mark plating with J’s bracelet, looking at him, and then Mark moves his hand away so quickly like he’s been caught. its cute. don’t fight me on this. Also I got newly-dating vibes from this: not sure how much actual touching is safe, leaning into one another, glued at the hip, private jokes. Markson or never ;) I’ll add a gif when I find one!

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Originally posted by angetae

LINK: http://awesomemeowww.tumblr.com/post/128284251380/markson-httpifttt1hebms6


8. This picture satisfies like 3 things from my otp goggles-on checklist: smiling towards the other, touching, and suggestive posturing. Don’t tell me that this doesn’t look like Jackson’s about to pull Mark in and plant one on him! The positioning of Jackson’s hands make me wanna punch something bc who puts their hands there unless its for a headbutt or a kiss?? And lemme tell you that I’m 99% sure that he’s not about to headbutt Mark. (ALSO ARMS 4 DAYS JACKSON OVER HERE #hot hot hot) Back to the smiling and touching and pose- they’re close for one thing, and then Mark’s about to go into hug mode, there’s full eye contact going on, and what a beautiful smile!! It seems so loving and happy that I just can’t deal with them rn. I have a link to a gif, Jackson jumping into Mark’s arms :) , so I’ll add that in later!

PHOTO LINK: https://dani-okem.tumblr.com/post/160701529358

Originally posted by jacksonandtaemin


9. Ok but I really think they fit together so well sometimes~ Like their heights aren’t monumentally different but it’s enough that they look good together. SO there’s that sly BUTT tap and then the blessed hand moves up to the lower back (i like ur style boy) and eventually falls off the waist when they stop in front of the fans. Mark is totally guiding Jackson here and it seems like he’s 100% a-ok with it. Oh and there’s definitely some smiles going on here! I wish we had more concerts but the fanmeets are still great but there’s something about concerts that really let otps shine.

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Originally posted by happygoyangi


10. VIDEO— ITS THE FINAL ONE Y’ALL AND ITS A FAVE BC I’VE BROUGHT IT UP A FEW TIMES. (lol I still get pissed every time I remember that I posted the screenshots on my old baeksoo account instead of this one but oh whale:) ) anyways I just love love love this bc it was so fleeting but so memorable. I know Mark was running around messing with everyone during this time (and that he did something similar to JB) but this was something special for Jackson. There was NO SPACE between them and their heads were so so so close. And then there were lots of giggles and smiling and DID YOU NOTICE THAT JACKSON HITCHED HIS LEG UP WHICH IN TURN BROUGHT MARK’S LEG HIGHER AND BY DEDUCTION, THEIR HIPS CLOSER?? bc I did. bc I know that. and it’s true. AND THEN AS MARK (the little tease) LEFT, JACKSON TRIED TO KEEP HIM THERE!! GRABBED AT HIS WAIST!!  I just want to know what on earth was going through Mark’s head when he decided to go and lay flush against his group member. seriously tho. but 11/10 would recommend them recreating this, in the presence of a solid 1080p filming camera preferably. 

PIC LINK: http://bangtancity.tumblr.com/post/144433607756/ss-baeksoo-you-can-see-that-jackson-brought-up

VIDEO LINK: http://awesomemeowww.tumblr.com/post/127118208761/jackson-doesn-t-want-mark-to-leave-so-he-was-about

NaLu in the Grand Magic Games Arc. (Analysis.)

Warning. This is probably going to be very long. 

So, I do believe that Natsu DOES INDEED love Lucy and I think the GMG arc shows a lot of his feelings for love. I have WAY more pictures, but I’m to lazy to get them so here is my:

(MY) TOP TEN NALU MOMENTS IN THE GMG ARC

Firstly in this scene when Lucy lost to Flare and she was crying and the audiance was trash talking her because they didn’t realize that Raven Tail cheated no one was ever obligated to go down there and comfort her and tell her everything was going to be alright. But you know what? Natsu went down there anyway and told her that she did amazing. What I think Natsu means by “Thanks to you, I realized we can fight in this world." Of course he’s trying to comfort her, but he’s going to fight for her during the Grand Magic Games. He’s going to show her even though she got screwed over this round, it’s all going to get better because they’re together. Thats why he reassures her by saying ”Lets save the tears for when we win!“ and "Well turn it around from here on out!”

Ahh, Lucy gets fucked over part two. I absolutely LOVED the Naval Battle. Mostly because of all the NaLu but aww well. I think this part is the most significant because it’s a battle, you’re really not suppose to beg for mercy for your own teamate during it. But Natsu did anyway, why? Because Natsu absolutely can not standwatching Lucy get hurt or suffer. Especially for a stupid reason such as Sabertooth hated Fairy Tail’s confidence. So, he just swallows up his pride and begs for Minerva to stop hurting Lucy when the battle is clearly already over. While Lucy was getting beaten to death who kept calling out her name in concern? Natsu. Who was the one who didn’t wait to rush down to where Lucy was when the Ref called the match and he jumped over a wall? Natsu. Who was so pissed at Sabertooth for what they were doing to Lucy that there was a vein sticking out of his head? Natsu. Who loves Lucy? Natsu. 

Even thought Natsu isn’t even with Lucy in this scene, I think it still holds a lot of meaning. Natsu and Gajeel are about to go against the twin dragon slayers. Of course they’re going to be tough opponents! They should be mentally and physically preparing for the battle, but Natsu is going to take time out of his preparing to go and see how she is doing even though he knows she is ok. Maybe Natsu just needs to see Lucy is okay and safe before he goes into battle to know that she is protected and nothing will hurt her. Maybe Lucy is a calming factor for Lucy, like Lisanna told Lucy on Tenrou Island Natsu does better when his most trusted friends are around. Well Lucy wasn’t going to be around Natsu this time while he was fighting, so maybe he took time to go and see that she would be there mentally instead of physically.

Look how cute my husband is… anyways. Like stated before, Natsu should be preparing for his fierce battle against the twin dragons but instead he’s checking up on Lucy. I mean just look at how gentle his look is to her? Also, who knows how long he has been there? How much time he took out of preparing to go and watch her sleep? Not even mentioning that he was smiling the whole time he was watching her, whether she was asleep or not. Natsu’s usually a very rash, impatient, tempermental person. He’s not patient, he loves to charge into things head on. So, why is he so unbelievebly patient with Lucy? Because he loves her cough cough.

Natsu always makes sure Lucy is taken care of before anything. Whether its him protecting her, or him asking someone else to take care of her. Usually he always asks Happy to take care of Lucy when he isn’t around but since Happy isn’t around he asked Wendy and Carla. It was obvious that they were going to take care of Lucy anyway, so why did Natsu ask them to do something they were already going to do? I think it was to give him some peace of mind when he is out in the battlefield that Lucy is being taken care of and to make sure it was going to happen he needed to vocalize it. Lucy’s safety comes first to Natsu.

I think it is absolutely adorable that no matter what, Natsu ALWAYS puts Lucy’s name before anyone else’s. Of course Natsu wants to fight and win for the guild, but mostly he wants to fight for Lucy. I think we can all agree that Lucy got totally screwed over in the GMG Arc and, depending on how you look at it, Eclipse Arc as well. Natsu knows Lucy feels guilty since she thinks she’s the reason why they’re in last place in the GMG. Natsu however doesn’t think of it like that at all. He wants to reassure Lucy that even when all hope is lost, theres always a reason to keep fighting. Thats why I think Natsu is mostly fighting for Lucy.

Ahh I love this moment! Its the heat of the battle, Sting just came at Natsu with the attack that killed a dragon. Natsu isn’t scared as he counters it though, he just thinks about Lucy. And you know what? He kicks Sting and Rouge’s asses after he thinks of Lucy. I really do think that Lucy is always in the back of Natsu’s mind and she’s a reason why he keeps pushing himself to fight even when all hope seems lost. 

Aww, blushing Natsu is so cute. Honestly a person blushes for two reasons. They’re embarrassed or the person they like more than a friend just complimented them. Well guys, Natsu’s not embarrassed. In this scene Lucy told Natsu that she’s believed in him ever since she’d joined the guild. How is someone suppose to react when they hear that? Just smile and say thank you. No, not Natsu. He stands there dumbfounded, blushing, then smiles while still blushing  and tells her “Thanks, leave it to me!”He’s reassuring her that since he knows that she is with him, he’ll be sure to win because with Lucy, Natsu can do anything. 

After the battle instead of boasting and gloating to the crowd about his one on two victory with the toughest competition in the Games, he immediately wants to go over and tell Lucy about how he did and to indirectly show her that anything is possible when someone you love is with you physically, or in this case mentally. This just goes back to my point about Lucy is Natsu’s first priority and one of the first things he thinks and worries about, besides Igneel and Happy of course. That, and Natsu wants to go show off to Lucy about how awesome he is and did to hopefully get a smile on her face because he knows she likes his goofy side.

I saved the best for last, GiHi. I mean come on guys, do I even have to say that much? Look at his eyes! His smile! Who gives a “friend” a look with this much love in it. He’s relieved that she never doubted him in his battle with Sting and Rouge. That she believed in him enough to not even ask about the battle because she knew he won, because Natsu always wins because Natsu never gives up no matter the cost. And Natsu just fights better when Lucy is around, whether it be mentally for physically. I mean come on guys, do you look at a friend like this? Or do you look at someone you like more than a friend like this? I may be looking to much into it… but aww well, I will go down with NaLu.

And there you have it! My top ten NaLu moments in the GMG Arc, hopefully this all made sense and remember, THIS IS TOTALLY MY OPINION ON THE WHOLE THING. YOU CAN AGREE OR DISAGREE AS YOU PLEASE. 

Thank you for reading (: 

How Versailles Did “Arranged Marriage with someone of the opposite sexuality” Right

  My I guess you’d call it meta? on Versailles is getting really cool responses (wow thank you guys I didn’t actually think anyone would read them lol) so here’s another one I’ve been thinking about. 

Let me preface this by saying I love “The Magicians”. I’ve loved the books since they came out, I think the idea of a realistic take on Harry Potter/Narnia is brilliant. I think it’s a wake up call to all of us who have dreamed about having magical powers/going to a mythical land because it’s a series about what that would actually be like for your average millennial. It could be awesome but also suck balls. I think the characters are interesting, the writing is both witty and grounded yet doesn’t stay away from campyness and the Les Mis sequence is one of my favorite things I have ever seen on TV. 

 However, I find what they did to Eliot Waugh questionable  and borderline extremely offensive.  For those of you who are reading this and do not watch the show, Eliot is an openly gay young man who studied theater at SUNY Purchase and is a Magician. He  actually reminds me a lot of Philippe (damn that crossover would be amazing),  very sarcastic, very troubled, yet a truly good  person. He  becomes the High King of this mystical land called Fillory and so he and his friends can get a blade to kill this evil being called the Beast, he needs to marry the daughter of the blacksmith who made the blade. Which is made infinitely more complicated because in Fillory marriages are forever and he cannot physically have sex with anyone else except his wife ever again.  This is kind of a huge problem being that he’s gay.  Now you’d think that for such a progressive show they would find a way to make this not as awful as it sounds. Yeah no, they even go so far as to imply that he’s falling in love with her and his sexuality for about most of season 2 is erased or retconned to be Bi (nothing wrong with that but he was created as a gay character). That’s not good. Also Fen, the girl he marries, is kind of annoying. She’s desperate to get him to fall in love with her in the beginning and is honestly mystified as to why he seems reluctant to sleep with her. She wants him to love her and doesn’t grasp the fact that he’s gay. Anyway this is made all sorts of awkward, they are trying to fix it by also giving him a ‘husband’ because in this fictional land you can have one of each! Still…it’s awkward. 

  Back to Versailles. There were some people when Liselotte was introduced that thought she was going to be THAT girl, the girl that gets in the way of the OTP. One person on twitter even called her a “blonde cow” (do NOT get me started on that…that was beyond disgusting). Now knowing history, I knew that was not going to happen, those two are together until death do them part (quite literally look it up it’s sad but doesn’t happen for a long time don’t worry everybody!). Yet having experienced The Magicians, I was a teeny bit hesitant as to how this whole thing would be handled as Philippe did have children with Liselotte. How would Liselotte come off? Would she come off as clingy or not understanding of the realities of the situation? 

I was SO impressed by the writing of her character, the writing of their situation, and the resolution between Liselotte, The Chevalier and Philippe. I really didn’t want a freaking love triangle of awfulness to last an entire season, especially when Liselotte was such an amazing character. I think that it was genius that they made her someone most people can identify with and even aspire to be. She’s fun, she’s down to earth, she’s courageous, she’s blunt and she’s a damn good person. She walked in fully knowing that Philippe had a boyfriend and though I know she was probably disappointed to realize that he was not attracted to her whatsoever and physically never would be, she came up with a solution that ultimately got her what she wanted (aka kids so she didn’t get kicked out of Versailles and sent home in shame) and  was a great influence on both Philippes. She had the right idea all along, that this whole mess would work better if the three of them could stop fighting and if the Chevalier would just calm the fuck down and realize she didn’t want to take his place. I love the scene between her and the Chevalier, I think it’s an eye opener for both of them. She comes into things with a very business-like  mindset…and he gives it to her straight, that this isn’t about just sharing a bed or sex, it’s about love and that his heart is broken. His monologue to her is heartbreaking. And I think she kind of knocks some sense into him very gently when she says that the reason he’s acting like this is because he’s terrified and that Philippe loves him but he’s going to lose that love.

   The writers made her important to both men, and I think, at the end when she realizes that she’s in a fucked up situation where her brother in law actually had most of her family killed, at the very least she knows she has two people who she can count on.  Philippe loves her, maybe not physically but definitely loves her as a person. The Chevalier knows she’d never hurt either of them, and that she wants nothing more than to make all of them happy so he has someone to talk to as well. I think the fact that Philippe basically tells both of them that should anything happen to him (IT WON’T) that the Chevalier will marry her and raise their kids says it all.  And the last scene where they are both watching Philippe leave and Liselotte clutches an obviously distraught Chevalier’s hand, you see Philippe smile knowing the two people he loves are going to be ok. And then the final scene of the season, which I assume is some time later, you see the two  of them again together and it’s clear that they are both leaning on each other for friendship and support while Philippe is away. I think the progression from all three fighting  to working together  and ultimately love is so different, and such a breath of fresh air and also shows just how awesome a person Liselotte is. She’s a bit disappointed, but she’s a damn fine human and she wants the people she cares about to be happy. She becomes sort of the missing ingredient to making those two work, the one who will knock some sense into either one of them when Philippe gets too moody or the Chevalier gets too possessive and I hope they’ll get her to also have more fun and embrace the ridiculousness of it all. Yay great character arcs for everyone!

Also SO happy they made it clear that Philippe is pretty exclusively gay and does have trouble having sex with a woman since he is not attracted to women. He doesn’t just magically perform cause ‘welp now I have to’. That was amazing. 

TLDR: Liselotte is a gift of a character, Versailles stayed away from the stupid love triangle trope, and gave us a pretty polyamorous marriage that is respectful,loving, and not uncomfortable. 

anonymous asked:

TianShan, introducing each other to their families? Thanks! X)

I don’t know if this is what you had in mind, but it’s what I had in mine! ^^””” Thanks for the prompt!

2) TianShan ~ Introducing each other to their families. 


“Say,” Guan Shan asked while staring at the stacks of condiments and seasonings, “why am I here?”

“Because you owe me a whole pot of sweet-and-sour pork. If you don’t want to be here, next time you steal Zhan’s homework.” Tian took the basket from Mo’s hands and looked around the aisle. “I’m lost as fuck here. You take the lead; I’ll just follow you and pay.”

“Then we’ll need tomato sauce with red pepper and hot beans—” Guan Shan replied, reaching for the spiciest bottle.

Tian laughed. “You know you’re gonna join me for dinner, don’t you? So prepare something you would eat and don’t fuck with my food.” He leaned over and whispered in Guan Shan’s ear, “Of course, if you want it that badly, there are more entertaining ways to set your ass on fire…”

Guan Shan turned to him, a furious blush quickly spreading over his pale face. His mouth trembled as if he wanted to retort properly, but all that escaped his lips was a frustrated “FUCK! Fuck you, you cock—!”

Tian gasped. “Such a dirty mou—!” 

“MO GUAN SHAN!”

They both turned around to see a young-looking woman wearing a look of disgust.

“How many times have I told you not to use that language?” She slapped the back of his head. “I’m sorry, this child can be so rude. Apologize, Guanshan!”

“Ah, there’s no need, ma’am!” He Tian turned on his charm and bowed his head respectfully. “We know each other. In fact, we’re—”

“He’s just someone who goes to the same school!” Guan Shan shouted. “His name is He Tian! We sometimes have assignments together, that’s all! Right?” He cast a desperate glance at Tian, who was raising an eyebrow.

“Right,” Tian replied. Had there been a slight pause there? “My name is He Tian. I’m always in Mo’s care. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He flashed a smile that made the hearts of both mother and son skip a beat.

“Such manners,” Guan Shan’s mother blushed. “I’m this kid’s mother. Thank you for always taking care of my son. If you ever want to do your assignments in our house, you’re more than welcome.”

“You know,” Tian said once she had left, “you actually look a lot like her. Well, if your brow wasn’t furrowed so often, maybe you’d—”

“I’m not a woman, or feminine!” Guan Shan barked. “What the chicken dick are you saying? Shit, I thought I was going to die, being found here with you…”

“Eeeh…” He Tian mused. “Would that be so embarrassing?”

Guan Shan looked up, but Tian averted his gaze and walked away.

Lately there had been something odd about that guy. Of course he could have said that they were friends, but that would mean a closeness that he still refused to acknowledge – though the mere fact that he refused it only meant that he craved it. Ever since he’d started hanging out with that guy and the other two jerks, he felt less lonely. He’d often found himself wondering how many breaks it would take Tian to come to him, how many blocks they’d walk together, how many more shared meals there would be till each went their own way. That thought scared him, and he’d always believed that the best thing to do was to avoid getting close to anyone. That way, when everything was over, it wouldn’t hurt so much, right?

“Oi, stop daydreaming.” Tian touched his face with the pack of pork tenderloin. “Is this okay?”

“I’m…” Guan Shan began to say, but suddenly a shadow loomed over him.

“Yo,” the newcomer said. Guan Shan blinked. Could this be…?

“What are you doing here, brother?” He Tian asked, moving closer. “Was the Punks Anonymous meeting canceled?”

“I’ve got a break in my shift,” he replied. “Who’s this?”

“Him? He’s… just someone who goes to my school.”

“I’ll go get the eggs,” Guan Shan muttered, walking away quickly. He turned round the corner of the aisle and stopped. Why? It felt as if he’d been dealt a blow that had left him breathless. He bit his trembling lower lip. He Tian had said… He had said… He just used the same words you used, you chicken-brained shit! Why does it bother you? Isn’t this what you want? His throat hurt. Shit. So this is how it feels, huh…

“So that’s the guy,” Brother said matter-of-factly. “The one you’re after?”

Eh?

“Shut up.”

“What’s his name? If he’s gonna be family at some point, shouldn’t I introduce myself properly?”

Guan Shan heard the sound of rustling fabric, and Tian’s low, threatening voice. “I don’t want him involved in any of your shit, is that clear?”

“If you don’t tell me his name, how can I protect you both?”

“He doesn’t need your protection,” Tian said, walking past his brother. “He has me.”

Aw, crap. Guan Shan’s blood rushed through his veins. Shit, shit, shit. What’s this? He covered his mouth with his hand, as if he wanted to prevent a million words from coming out. What should I do with this feeling? He was wondering whether he should go back and say something to Tian’s brother when Tian found him.

“Did you find the eggs?”

“Yes!” Guan Shan blurted out, grabbing them from the nearest shelf.

They paid for the groceries and went out of the market. As they walked to the tower, Guan Shan took out his cellphone.

“Sending a message to your mom?” Tian asked.

“Yeah.”

“Telling her not to fall in love with the beautiful boy she met today?”

“Not quite.” He finished typing and showed it to Tian.

[I’m spending the night at my friend He Tian’s house.]

Tian raised his eyes slowly and stared at him. “Don’t Close Mountain… Do you know what you’re doing?” His voice was definitely low and dark, in a way that only Guan Shan understood.

“Yes,” he replied. “Just… Make sure I won’t regret it.”

“You won’t,” He Tian smiled, taking Guan Shan’s bag off his hand.


Originally posted by tendtosatori

Warm Me Up Ch. 32

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The next morning Nico woke up slightly confused to an empty bed. He sat up and frowned, panicking for a split second before the bedroom door opened and Will came back in. “Hey, sleepy head,” he greeted.

“Hey,” he answered, fighting the urge to pull him back into the bed. But Will did that on his own. Nico bit his lip and took a breath as Will sat beside him.

“You freaked out when you didn’t see me, didn’t you?” he asked with a smile. Nico frowned and couldn’t bring himself to look Will in the eyes. Then Will pulled Nico’s chin up and smiled. He leaned in and pecked his lips lightly, erasing the embarrassment. “I made us breakfast,” he murmured.

Nico smirked and leaned forward. “Really?” Will nodded and cupped his face. “So… you and me… we’re…?”

Will chuckled and ran his hands through his hair. “Will you go out with me, Nico?” he whispered.

He couldn’t help the smile that spread on his lips. He leaned forward and kissed him, toppling him back against the bed. Will laughed against his lips and wrapped his arms around him as he kissed him back. Finally, he pulled back and smiled. “Yes,” he breathed. “Yes. Of course, yes.”

“Just to be clear… that was a yes?” Nico laughed and kissed him again and again and again. He missed him. He missed kissing him whenever he wanted.

“Say it,” he murmured.

Will hummed and caressed his face gently. “Say what? Yes?”

“No,” he answered. He leaned down, speaking against his lips. “What I am to you.”

A smile spread on Will’s lips and he took a deep breath. “A pain in the neck.” Nico frowned and pulled back, glaring at the blue-eyed, freckled faced idiot beneath him. He laughed, his eyes sparkling and tilted his head. “Mm. An angel?” he amended. Nico raised an eyebrow and clenched his jaw. Will chuckled and pulled him into a kiss. “My boyfriend,” he whispered. “You’re my beautiful, perfect, wonderful boyfriend.”

“Uh-huh,” he murmured. He pulled himself up, covering Will’s face with his hand as he did. “I’m still not forgiving you for that pain-in-the-neck comment though,” he said as he went into the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and washed his face before going to the living room where Will had set out waffles and eggs with a cup of hot chocolate.

“And now?” he teased in his ear. Nico rolled his eyes and turned to wrap his arms around him. “Come on, let’s eat.”

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anonymous asked:

I loved your firefighter/paramedic au!! I know that Jim and Bones were arguing about Bones running into buildings to save people, but somehow it turns to Jim gets stuck in the fire and Bones goes and saves him or the other way around where a pyro intentionally set a hospital or something on fire where Bones is at?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

  • Jim doesn’t know how long it’s been when he regains consciousness. His lungs are filled with dust, his entire body hurts, and it’s a miracle he can still move all of his limbs. Barely, but he can move them nonetheless. There’s a crushing weight on his chest, though, and he struggles to breathe, but he’s not able to move the debris on top of him. What feels like moments ago Jim was in a burning building, guiding out a few people who’d previously been trapped inside, and the thing he knows, the building collapses on top of both him and his Chief Fireman Pike. “Pike,” Jim calls out, coughing violently while he tries to look around through the mess for his colleague and friend. “Pike,” he repeats, once he sees the man next to him - just out of reach. There’s a fair amount of rubble in between them, and though Jim tries, he just can’t get any closer to the older man to see if he’s okay.
  • At last he becomes aware of voices from outside, though he’s slipping in and out of consciousness by then. Vaguely, though, he realizes the rubble and debris around them is being moved, because the sun becomes more apparent and the voices become clearer. He swears he hears a: “Damn it, Spock! I don’t need to take a break, that’s my Jim in there!”, but before he gets to see his boyfriend in action, he passes out completely. 
  • Waking up isn’t so bad. There’s flowers on his nightstand, get-well-soon cards from his mom, his colleagues, and his friends, and a fruit basket that looks half eaten already. Jim suspects the man asleep at his bedside is responsible for eating his fruit, but he doesn’t mind and he’s too high to pretend to be upset about it. Jim’s fingers reach out, running through Bones’ hair gently, until the other wakes up. “Oh, thank God,” Bones breathes out, and Jim’s smile must look a little drunk when Bones kisses him. “How bad is it?” Jim asks, lazily gesturing towards himself, though he must have looked like an idiot doing so. “Broken ribs, a few sprains, and a concussion,” Bones says, “you’ll be fine.” “What about Pike?” Jim continues. Bones’ frown is worrying, but maybe it’s the morphine that somehow makes Jim already upset before Bones even speaks. “Injured his spine, the doctors don’t know if he’ll walk again. I did my best out there, but I can only do so much. I’m sorry, Jim-” “He’s alive,” Jim concludes, and that news itself is enough to happily pass out again.
  • On the bright side; Bones moves in with him, officially. Initially just “to take care of you” and “to see how it goes”, but without even having to talk about it, both know it’s a permanent thing. Jim’s up and walking (against Bones’ orders), to create drawer space in his wardrobe. He replaces some of his books and DVDs with Bones’ medical books, and he makes sure those pictures of Joanna are on the faux fireplace by the time Bones returns home from work. “You’ve been up on your feet,” Bones concludes when he finds his moving boxes largely empty, his stuff cleaned. “I can’t sit still for too long,” Jim replies, smiling sheepishly when the other sits down next to him. “You shouldn’t be sitting still you should be sleeping,” Bones scolds him, and Jim almost feels guilty. Almost, because Bones leans in, and presses a kiss to Jim’s lips. “Thank you, though.”
  • It takes a while, but Jim recovers. On his first day back on the job, he makes a point to visit the police precinct and thank Spock for looking out for Bones when Jim was under the rubble. They may disagree on almost everything; Spock’s a very decent guy (for a cop), and the fact that he was there to save Jim together with Bones was worth a thank you. Pike is back in the station, too, but he’s not out in the field anymore. Probably never, mostly behind a desk now to do the team’s paperwork. Jim feels horrible for him, but Pike insists he’s okay. He’s alive, Jim’s alive, that’s all that matters.
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  • It’s so much worse than a bin fire. By the time Jim gets to the children’s hospital, most of his colleagues are already there, and the building’s in flames. “Spock,” he calls out to the police officer when he finds him, “anyone get hurt?” “No, almost all staff has been evacuated,” Spock says. “Good,” Jim says, looking around, “where’s Bones?” “That’s why I called you,” Spock says, “Leonard is still inside.“ “Why is Bones inside in the first place?!” “Because this is a children’s hospital, Jim,” Spock answers, “with the slightest chance there’s a child left inside, Leonard just ran inside.”
  • Pike verbally opposes. Of course, like himself, Jim’s only just been back into the job. It’s dangerous, the building looks on the verge of collapsing - everything calls for an unnecessary repeat of last time, except this time they might not be so lucky. All of that doesn’t matter, because Jim’s pulling on a suit and running in, anyway. “Bones!” he calls out, the smoke immediately painful in his lungs; reminding him just too much of the time he spent in trapped under a collapsed building.
  • “Bones!” Jim repeats, pushing through the building. He finds Bones in an area that’s not on fire (thank God), but the smoke is nearly unbearable, and Jim feels close to passing out despite the mask he’s wearing. Bones isn’t quite that lucky, and so Jim rushes over to the body on the floor. “Bones!” he says, yanking off his own mask just to cover the other’s face with it, “hang in there, I’m going to get you out of here, you idiot.”
  • Jim doesn’t even know if Bones is still alive. In a lot of fires, it’s not the actual flames that kill people, after all. And just that thought makes Jim panic before they’re even out. His eyes are burning because of the smoke, and he’s pretty sure he’s covered in ashes when he stumbles outside. 
  • Luckily, Bones wakes up almost immediately once they make it to the ambulance. “Hey, you idiot,” Jim says, tugging off that mask and running his fingers over those ash stained cheeks, “you’re supposed to save me, not the other way around.” Bones grunts, letting out a tired, pained laugh. “You carried me out?” “Uh-huh,” Jim says, “bridal style and all. Which, really, I shouldn’t have to do until marriage.” Bones huffs, and Jim steps aside to let another paramedic check Bones out completely. 
  • “Don’t you ever do that again,” Jim tells Bones when they make it home. Bones looks so much better already, though completely exhausted when he falls down on bed. Jim’s more than happy to follow suit. “What, saving lives? That’s my job, and it’s yours, too.” “Don’t you talk smart at me,” Jim warns, smiling and sliding an arm around Bones’ waist, “I didn’t spent so much effort in picking you up only to lose you to a fire.” “So much effort?” Bones asks, turning to him a little, “I distinctly remember the worst possible puns, and that’s about it.” “Those were great puns, even better pickup lines!” Jim counters, grinning when Bones leans in to kiss him. “The worst,” he says. “You think you can do better?” Jim asks, easily relaxing into Bones’ company knowing the other’s fine. “I don’t need to do better, we’re already together,” Bones laughs, “that said, though, you might be the fireman, but I think you and I both know how to handle a hose.” Jim bursts out laughing at that. “I stand corrected,” Jim says, “we’re both horrible.”
fluffy villain steve

Another fill for the stony bingo - this time “my other secret lair is a volcano”. I guess this counts as another snippet of my Contrasts verse.


“So it is a volcano,” Tony says, looking around with open curiosity.

“I don’t like the cold,” Steve shrugs.

Tony looks at him and frown. “You checked it, right? It’s not active? Because—”

Steve nods patiently. “I’m perfectly safe.”

Tony’s face clouds, but he doesn’t answer that. He walks to the wall of screens at one wall and scoffs. “You call this tech?”

“It might’ve escaped your attention I’m not on SHIELD’s payroll anymore.” Steve rolls his eyes. Figures that’s what Tony focuses at.

Tony straightens up, sharply. “I’m perfectly aware of it,” he says. “Steve, we—we really—we should talk about it.”

“We have,” Steve answers. It’s not untrue. “But this weekend was supposed to be for us.”

Tony sighs. “I know. I just—I miss you.”

Steve misses Tony every hour every day when they’re separate—when they have to be separate. He doesn’t say it out loud. Instead, he crosses the room to Tony, kisses him sweetly. Tony leans up into him, kisses back, and his lips are warm and his tongue is hot and it’s perfect—and then he takes a step back, slightly unsteady.

Steve looks at him, worried. “Did I …”

“You could’ve opened the handcuffs first,” Tony complains.

“I had to kidnap you to get a weekend together,” Steve reminds him even as he’s digging for the key. He opens the locks quickly, and gently massages Tony’s wrists.

“Hm.” Tony tilts his head, gives Steve his best innocent smile—which just means it’s terribly fake. “I’d prefer ropes, next time, I think,” Tony says. “Red.”

The mental image—Tony spread on Steve’s bed, red rope wrapped around his wrists and ankles—briefly short-circuits Steve’s brain. Tony’s looking at him like he’s very aware of that.

“Next time,” Steve agrees, his mouth dry. “We’d need—a week kidnapping?”

“God, yes,” Tony nods. “So try not to get arrested in the meantime.”

“Well,” Steve drawls, putting his hands on Tony’s cheeks, slowly leaning closer and closer. “Definitely not when I have you here,” he promises.

Tony kisses him, and his hands immediately go to Steve’s arms, maybe for a moment balance—but then he’s opening Steve’s suit—of course, he did design it, even if the official story goes more like Steve Rogers hacked Stark Industries servers; we’re grateful he didn’t get to ones containing our old files on weaponry.

Steve knows Tony has a lot of new files on weaponry—updates and changes to the Avengers’ gear—and even if he could hack Tony’s servers, he’d never endanger the team like that.

Just because they disagree on some—pretty fundamental—issues doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about them.

And Tony, of course.

Steve moans when Tony licks down his neck, closes his teeth over his collarbone and bites gently. He’s always worked fast.

“Bedroom’s that way,” Steve says.

“So impatient,” Tony answers, working on Steve’s trousers.

“You’re the one stripping me basically in the hallway,” Steve stifles a laugh.

Tony raises an eyebrow. “Is there anyone else here?”

Not at the moment. “No,” Steve says.

“Well then?” Tony grins, opens Steve’s belt, and pulls his trousers down in one smooth move.

“I haven’t seen you in months, I want actual bed—”

“I haven’t seen you in months, and you’re making me wait, I can’t believe you,” Tony tells him. “Come on, Steve, lead on.”

Is this how he wants it, Steve thinks. He kicks his trousers all the way off—like he said, no one here to see them; the perks of a secret volcano lair. Then he effortlessly picks Tony up and strolls towards his bedroom.

Tony laughs, tight, and his eyes are very, very dark.

It’s a very good weekend, after that.

They should schedule kidnappings more often.

Apologize

Jinyoung X Reader

Fluffy ~ Maybe Angsty

ONESHOT

Super fab Anon That Gives Me All The Love Asked: Hiiiiiii the bad english speaker here again… OMGGGGG The Jaebum oneshot… im in love with it… and i have another request… can you do a Jinyoung one now?… where his s/o gets really angry with him cause his savage(? But he do his best to apologise… hope you can understand the idea… ALL THE LOVE💜

A/N: THIS ONE IS SO CUTE!
I LOVE IT!
I’M SO PROUD OF MYSELF!
BE PROUD WITH ME?


Originally posted by u-me-xist

 You stood in front of your boyfriend, shocked at what he’d just said, tears threatening to fall onto your cheeks. You knew he joked around all the time but this joke went too far. He insulted one of your biggest insecurities.

 You tried to ignore the stinging of your eyes as you left out an agitated sigh before rolling your eyes. Jinyoung saw your actions and realized what he’d done, regret pooling over him. “Babe, I’m so-”

 “Yeah I know. You’re sorry.” You interrupted him out of annoyance. You spun around to walk away but he was too quick and took ahold of your hand. He looked at you with sorrow in his eyes, pleading for you to stay. 

 Of course you knew he didn’t mean what he had said but that doesn’t make it stop hurting. You removed yourself from his grasp and left the room, going out into the living area to be met with a few other members of Got7.

 “Hey ____. Where’s Jinyoung-ah?” Youngjae asked innocently, not knowing what happened.

 “In his room.” You answered simply as you didn’t want to get into it. You started to play with the black hair tie that was around your wrist, this being a common nervous habit of yours.

 “Oh.” He breathed out, understanding something had happened. “Well, I was just about to take Coco for a walk, do you want to come with us?”

 You gave him a thankful smile, “Sure.” You said. Youngjae hated seeing you upset, especially with one of his best friends so he’d try to distract you.

 By the time Jinyoung left his quiet room, you were already gone. His eyes scanned the dorm, looking for you. “Where is she?” He asked aloud for anyone to answer.

 “Her and Youngjae took Coco for a walk.” Mark uttered, focusing on the television.

 “Did you two fight?” Bambam blurted. “I don’t want to be nosey-”

 “Then don’t be.” Jinyoung snapped, grabbing his shoes and heading out the door. He felt extremely bad for what he said and he knows he shouldn’t have even thought about joking like that but he couldn’t rewind the clock and take it back. He can only apologize.

 As you and Youngjae stroll down the walkway, he looks over at you. He can see that you’re in a different place, maybe not physically but mentally. You were trapped inside your mind, having no choice but to keep replaying Jinyoung’s words, only being able to escape when you hear Youngjae’s laugh. 

 You looked over to your friend and smiled as he continued to giggle. “What?” You ask curiously.

 “Look at Coco.” He said, not being able to stop his laughs as you turn your head to see the small dog chasing a butterfly. She would try to jump to catch it but always failed, it was as if the butterfly was teasing the pup.

 You began to giggle while you watched the two, shaking your head at the dog. Youngjae looked over to you when he heard your soft noises. “____?” He muttered. “What happened?”

 You take a deep breath after your gaze meets his. “I don’t Youngjae, it’s probably something stupid.”

 “No.” You jumped at the familiar voice. “It’s not stupid.” Jinyoung breathed out, you could tell he ran here. “____, listen. I know you’re pissed at me and you should be, I was being an ass. I am an ass, but I love you. I love every part of you, even the parts you hate about yourself. I never should have said what I did and I’m aware that my jokes can be rude sometimes and I’m so so so sorry for that.”

 You and Youngjae both just stared at the person in front of you before exchanging glances and looking back to Jinyoung. You weren’t sure how to react but you knew you wanted to hug him, so you did.

 Jinyoung tensed up for a second before relaxing into the hug and grasping onto your body. He rested his head on your shoulder, feeling relieved. You smiled before whispering, “If you ever say shit like that again, I’ll murder you.”

 He let out a breathy laugh but never let go. “If I say anything like that again, I deserve to be murdered.” 

 “Glad you agreed.” You smiled and kissed his cheek.

 You both turned to youngjae when you heard a small squeal. “You guy are so cute.”

 You all started laughing while Jinyoung pulled you closer to his torso, placing a small kiss on top of your head. “When we get back I should probably apologize to Bam too~” He admitted.

 You and youngjae sigh, “What did you do?” You said in unison as small laughs escaped your mouths. 

Jinyoung always found a way to make things up to you, he loved you too much to be stubborn. It hurt him to be away during tours so if you avoided him out of anger while he was home, he’d do anything and everything for you to forgive him. Words could describe his affection towards you.


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Confidence - Part Two

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“So, erm… Coffee?” you turned to your friend and colleague who still looked a little shocked that you had led him out of the bar hand in hand.

You could feel your phone buzzing in your bag, texts coming through. And you knew they would be from Penelope and Derek, Penelope totally freaking out and Derek no doubt teasing you about getting some. You wondered if Spencer would get the same messages from him.

“Coffee. Whatever you want,” Spencer smiled at you shyly, looking down at your interlocked hands. You squeezed his lightly.

“Okay, there’s a nice little place just around the corner from here…. Or, we could go back to my apartment?”

“Your a-apartment?” he stumbled over his words.

“Maybe not then,” you led him around the corner and into the coffee shop that you knew stayed open til 2am, settling into a booth and waiting for the waitress to come over and take your order. Rather than sitting the opposite side to Reid like you normally would have done, you sat next to him.

“What can I get ya?” the waitress appeared almost immediately, there was only you and three other people in the cafe currently.

“Can I get a large hot chocolate with whipped cream and sprinkles please,” you waited for Spencer to give his coffee order, surprised when he opted for the same rather than the double or triple espresso he’d normally have. That boy lived for caffeine… And sugar. Oh the amounts of sugar he normally would pour into his coffee. It’s a wonder he hadn’t rotted his teeth.

The waitress disappeared and returned with your orders a few minutes later, you pulling out your cell and checking the messages in the meantime.

‘I swear you were holding hands with Spencer, Y/N.’

'WHY WERE YOU HOLDING HANDS WITH SPENCER!!’

'Omg!! Omg!! It’s finally happening. My real life OTP is happening.’

'Come back!! I need to see this play out.’

You’d been away from the bar for less than ten minutes and Penny was fangirling terribly over this.

You showed your screen to Spencer, earning a chuckle from him as he read through her messages.

“Her OTP? Is she serious?” he dipped his finger into the whipped cream on his drink, his tongue slipping out between his lips to taste it.

“Oh Garcia is deadly serious. When I first joined, she wouldn’t stop going on about what a catch you were. I had to tell her to shut up because I could see it for myself already and that I didn’t need her pimping you out to me.”

“Garcia said that about me?” he played with the chocolate flake that was poking out of the mug, pulling it out of the cream and then pushing it back in, repeating the actions over and over.

“Yeah…..Garcia is your biggest advocate. She just wants to see you happy. But at least she doesn’t try and force completely inappropriate people like Shirley onto you,” you scooped some of your own whipped cream into your mouth, using your finger as a spoon and seeing Spencer’s eyes follow your finger.

“I hate Morgan sometimes,” he shifted in his seat.

“You don’t hate him, he’s just a bit full on. And he’s just looking out for you too, in his own way.”

“I know, I know. It’s just……whenever he does try to set me up, it’s never with anyone that I’d actually go for. Probably because he knows that they’d be way out of my league anyway. Like you.”

“Hey! Enough with the self depreciation again alright. What more do I have to do to convince you that you’re attractive?”

He shrugged and scooped up some more cream, giving you an idea.

Reaching out you stopped his hand before it got to his mouth, pulling it to yours instead and seeing his mouth open ready to protest.

You flicked your tongue out, tasting the cream on his fingertip and then sucking it into your mouth, licking it clean and locking your eyes on his as you did.

“Fuuuuck,” he whispered and you released his hand, giggling at his reaction. You hadn’t intended on making the move so sexual.

“I’m not out of your league Spencer, trust me. I find you extremely attractive, I have done since day one. Not just in looks either. I’ve been worried about telling you this before because I didn’t think you’d like ME back.”

You scooted closer to him on the seat so that you thighs were pressed against each other, your faces turned to each other and only inches apart.

“You’re crazy, Y/N. I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“You do? Alright, so you’ve got a ‘beautiful girl’ sitting next to you and telling you she likes you. Are you gonna do anything about it?”

His eyes fluttered to your lips and then quickly back up to your eyes, and you could see panic and worry in them, nerves that he really needed to get over.

You licked your bottom lip and placed your hand on his shoulder, gently toying with a lock of his hair. How much more obvious could you make this?

You could see his brain working overtime.
“Stop over thinking this Spencer. You’re a profiler, everything about my actions right now should be telling you something,” you whispered softly to him, desperate for him to make the move here just to prove to himself that he could.

He took a breath and made a decision, closing the gap between your faces quickly, pressing his lips to yours softly and tentatively as though he still thought you were going to back away.

You didn’t, of course you didn’t. Instead, you pressed back slightly harder, moving your lips gently against his and tilting your head to stop your noses knocking into each other.

Aware that you were in a public place, you didn’t attempt to deepen the kiss further as much as you wanted to try some of the lip biting you’d mentioned earlier. You pulled away after a few moments, instantly missing the feeling of his warm mouth on yours and seeing him blush.

“Was that….. Was it okay for me to do that?” he asked, looking down at his hands and then back at you.

“It was more than okay. You can definitely do that a few more times before we go our separate ways tonight as well. And maybe…. On a date tomorrow? You know, if you ever actually ask me out…. ”

“I like to do it more too. Maybe we could… Erm do it in the back row of the movies tomorrow? After dinner?”

“Making out in the back row of a movie theatre… Ahhh takes me back to my teenage years,” you laughed.

“I never did any of that as a teenager,” he told you shyly. No. Of course he didn’t. Because when the genius was a teen, he was already in college completing his first PhD, surrounded by students that were much older than him.

“First time for everything, Spencer. First time for everything. You can pick me up at seven. Now… Let’s finish these drinks and then you can walk me home and give me a proper kiss at my door.”

“A proper kiss… With the lip biting you talked about?”

“Maybe… If that’s what you want.”

“That’s what I want, ” he picked his mug up and drank his drink down quickly, waiting for you to do the same.

“Eager, aren’t we?”

“Well I’ve been wanting to kiss you for ages. Now I know it’s okay, I really wanna do it again. And again. And then some more.”

“Excellent. Because I feel the same. Let’s go.”

Stupidly obvious solmates

A while back @loving-cs-fanfiction reblogged this post and I was stupid enough to start writing this prompt on top of all the things I had to do already, today I finally give her The Thing. It’s slightly more stupid than anything she might have wanted, but I had all the fun writing it. Unbeta’d so forgive me for these 5300 words (exactly geez) of Captain Swan. I’ll re-read it later, but for now I just want it to be OUT of my drafts.

tagging also @killiancygnus because I know she might like it.

AO3

Without further ado, I give you the silliest soulmate au you’ve ever read.

Rum was a good idea. Vodka was an awesome idea. Thank God for Ruby and her incredible supply of alcohol, because Emma was having the time of her life.

So what if she had an nine a.m. class the morning after? She could do it. She could totally drink everyone under the table, she was not at all drunk. Not one bit.

“Emma, careful! The table!”

Okay, maybe she was a little bit drunk. Just a tad. No biggie, she could use Granny’s hangover cure in the morning and everything would be fine. She kind of hoped she would black out so she wouldn’t remember seeing Killian fucking Jones sporting her name on his exposed chest like some sort of prize or whatever because he was the sworn enemy of his own buttons.

Wear a fucking t-shirt for fuck’s sake. Fuck.

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obwian  asked:

Suz I'm dying for some spones. Spones anything please

hahaha, you got it.

  • Something is wrong with Bones when they beam back up to the Enterprise after a mission. Prior to Scotty beaming them up, Leonard was ranting to Jim and Spock alike about how the lack of their planning ahead is going to get one of them (”Probably myself,” Leonard argued at that) killed. Spock calmly argued back that if anyone here was unplanned, it’d be their highly sensitive doctor. Though he had a point with Jim.
  • Beaming back on the ship, though, Bones is instantly different. “Better luck next time,” he says, and then he leans in to kiss Spock. Just like that. Spock is so stunned at that, he just stands there for seconds after Bones walks back to the medbay. “What was that?” Jim asks, both curiously and shocked at the same time. “I have no idea,” Spock replies.
  • Spock decides to ignore it for now, and instead, he decides to go back to the Bridge. For the first time in a while, though, he actually struggles to focus on his job, and although no one notices he gets only 95% of his workload done instead of the usual, Spock gets increasingly frustrated over it. "Hey,“ Jim says, so suddenly that Spock nearly jumps, and when he turns around the other eyes him suspiciously, “you okay?” “Yes,” Spock replies, “just fine.” “Okay, well anyway, I just received a report from medbay about ensign Johnson dying.” “Dying? He wasn’t even on the ground with us.” “I know,” Jim says, “can you check it out?“ 
  • “Doctor McCoy?” Spock asks when he makes it to the med bay. “What’s up, darlin?” Bones asks, and Spock raises an eyebrow. “I’m just here to discuss the status  of ensign Johnson.” “Oh, he’s dead,” Bones replies. “I don’t understand,” Spock replies, and Bones frowns. “Are you not feeling okay? You would never admit you don’t understand something,” Bones says, and Spock frowns a little when Bones leans in to cup his cheeks. “Why are you-” Spock starts, though cut off when Bones just leans in again to press another gentle kiss to his lips. “Leonard,” Spock breathes when he leans away, “have you lost your mind?” Instantly, Bones tenses, and that feels more like his old doctor, anyway. “Excuse me?” “You’re not you,” Spock replies, “you’re unaffected by the sudden death of a crewman, you’re not going out of your way to argue, and you just kissed me. Twice.” “What are you talking about?” Bones asks, “have you just forgotten the last 6 months of your life? Let me run a full diagnostics check on you,” he says, and Spock lets himself be sat down on one of the beds while a worried Bones checks him out. Fascinating.
  • “So there was a transporter malfunction,” Scotty tells Jim and Spock after they go investigate. “Of course,” Jim says, “when isn’t there one.” “You try and work these transporters if you think it’s so easy, Captain,” Scotty replies, “anyway, according to my calculations, it seems as though this Enterprise beamed up the three of you simultaneously with a different existing version of you in a different universe. Your particles got mixed up, and I picked up Doctor McCoy from that alternate universe.” “Fascinating,” Spock replies. “Wait,” Jim says, “you’re telling me there’s a universe where Bones is in a generally good mood? Can we keep this one?” “No,” Scotty replies (very much ignoring Jim’s: “I was kidding!”), “we are not supposed to be in each other’s universes. If we can’t get McCoy back, both he and the McCoy we have here will simply cease to exist.”
  • When they explain the problem to Bones, or Bones-2 (or Not-Bones, as Jim calls him), it suddenly makes much more sense to the doctor. “Oh, are you saying in this universe you and I are not together?” “Yes,” Spock says. “That explains the look on your face,” Bones says. “Why are you so happy?” Jim asks, and Bones slowly narrows his eyes a little, in a way that reminds Spock about the Bones he cares so much for. “Unless you want a hypo in the neck,” Bones says, “I suggest you shut up now.”
  • They find the solution basically on dumb luck. Scotty suggests that, considering the events on both timelines are more or less the same, so should their interactions be. So they would know their Bones isn’t the Bones they know and love, and so all they have to do is beam each other up again at the exact same time. It sounds too stupid to work, but for some reason; it does. Spock knows instantly when Bones is beamed back aboard the ship that this is their own. Jim knows, too. "Bones! How was the other dimension?” he asks. “Very organized,” Bones replies, “and you- a very mature captain. Miss him already.” “Rude,” Jim replies, patting Bones’ shoulder, and then he’s off to record the events in his log.
  • "Welcome back,” Spock says, and Bones huffs. “Thanks.” “I’m curious, though,” Spock starts, “in the dimension you found yourself in, were you and I…?” “Dating? Yeah,” Bones says, shrugging lightly, “but we’re not. Right?” “No,” Spock agrees, “that would be illogical.” “Hmm,” Bones agrees, and Spock catches the way the other man’s lips curl into a small smile, “do you want to come by my quarters later?” the doctor asks as he walks away. Spock reaches out, grabbing Bones’ arm to pull him in closer, and he leans in to press a quick kiss to the other’s lips. “Absolutely.”

ferociousqueak  asked:

8 for Zoe/Liam! Please and thank you :D

8 is “holding hands,” also requested by @silksieve​! This is kind of “holding hands plus”

#

Andromeda has taught Liam to expect the unexpected, but he’s still surprised when he walks into Kralla’s Song to find the floor strewn with groaning people, while Drack and Zoe Ryder are propped up against the bar, all smiles.

“What,” he says, surveying the damage.

“Heyyyyy, Liam!” Ryder waves at him frantically, turns to drop something on the bar, and nearly trips over a downed turian. Liam, crossing to meet her, reaches out a hand to keep her upright.

“You made it,” she says, beaming up at him.

Liam does a double-take as he gets a good look at her. She’s got a black eye, a split lip, and a fantastic purple swelling on the right side of her jaw. Looks like what she put down on the bar was the ice she’d been holding to her face.

“Missed all the fun, though,” Drack drawls.

“Looks like it,” Liam replies, looking around. “Seriously, what the hell happened here?”

“Just a good old-fashioned bar fight,” Drack says. Behind the bar, Umi sniffs loudly and rolls her eyes.

“It was great!” Ryder’s regained her balance. “You should have seen it, this guy was all blah blah, get out of my face, and I just –”  

As she proceeds to narrate, with a lot of hand-waving and acting things out, Liam isn’t sure whether to be more impressed or alarmed. Ryder’s a good shot, deadly with tech and biotics both. But. A fight like this is no tech, no biotics, no weapons, no combat hardsuit, just her in her civvies. Plus – he glances around and makes some estimates – most of these guys have at least twenty centimeters and forty kilograms on her. Ryder’s not exactly a little slip of a thing. She’s fast and packs a lot of muscle for her size, but her size is still on the small side for a human. So the fact that she accounted for a non-negligible number of the bodies on the floor is, frankly, both alarming and hot.

“Cool,” he says, as her description winds down. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, only superficial damage,” she says.

Looking her over, he spots scraped knuckles. Probably a few more bruises under her clothing. But she’s grinning fit to split her lip again. “Sorry I missed the show.”

“Me too.” She laughs, propping an elbow on the bar. Up close, she smells like whiskey, which explains a lot.

“Wouldn’t have figured you for the kind to get drunk and start a bar fight,” he says. The defeated crowd are starting to pick themselves up now, wincing and grumbling.

“I’m not really drunk! It’s mostly adrenalin,” she protests.

“Uh-huh,” he says dubiously.

“Combat high,” Drack says sagely. “Best part of a bar fight.”

“If you say so,” Liam says. “Can’t help but think you’re a bad influence, old man.”

Drack lets out one of his enormous krogan belly laughs. Ryder just smirks and grabs Liam’s hand, palm to palm, lacing their fingers together. She’s also giving him a look, full of intention.

He says, “So you called me here because…” like he doesn’t know what might be on her mind.

Ryder shrugs. “Just wanted to see your face. Wanna get out of here?”

Seems like he’d be an idiot to say no, wouldn’t it? “Sure thing. Take it easy, Drack.”


Drack waves them off, chuckling, and returns to his drink.

They exit the bar hand in hand, which makes Liam just the slightest bit edgy. Normally he wouldn’t care if anyone saw them together, but on Kadara, anything could be used against a person. He keeps a nervous eye out to see if anyone’s paying too much attention to them.

If Ryder’s nervous, too, she doesn’t show it. She just walks along talking about normal things — what mods are for sale in the market, what color they’re painting the Nomad next — and then without warning she tugs on his arm and pulls him into an out-of-the-way corner between warehouses.

“Hey there,” she says with a grin.

“Hey there, yourself,” Liam replies, amused. Ryder looks so pleased with herself. “So is this a date, then?”

She bounces up on her toes to plant a whiskey-flavored kiss on his mouth, but breaks it off almost immediately. “Ouch.” Gingerly, she dabs at the sore side of her mouth.

Liam bursts out laughing. “Not quite what you planned?”

“Sure, laugh at your wounded girlfriend,” she says, mock-scowling and then wincing and patting her mouth again. “Ow.”

The word girlfriend makes his heart race, but he says, “You were just telling me how awesome it all was,” and kisses her on the forehead.

“It was, but I guess it would have been more awesome if the one guy hadn’t hit me in the face.”

He kisses her on the nose next. She scrunches her face up as he does. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for bits that don’t hurt,” he tells her. Catches her free hand and kisses her there, above the split skin of her knuckles. “Unless you want me to kiss it better.”

Her breath catches. Her eyes, fixed on his, are dark and serious.

He kisses her again on the mouth, carefully, on the uninjured side. “Or maybe you should go back to icing that.”

She wrinkles her nose again. “I like the ‘kissing it better’ plan better.”

“Yeah, but ice actually works. Mostly.” He shakes his head. “Lexi’s going to go ballistic when she gets a look at you.”

Ryder sighs. “She so is. Maybe we can sneak past her?”

“We? I’m not the one who got into a bar fight,” he says, teasing.

“I’ll make it worth your while?” She says hopefully.

No doubt about that. She is always worth it.

“Got any other sore spots I should know about?” he asks.

“Why? You want to ice ‘em, or kiss ‘em better?” she asks, squeezing his hands.

“Little of both?”

“Works for me,” she says with a grin.

She lets go of his hand as they walk through the busy, cluttered docks, but the warmth of her grip seems to linger the whole time.