I wanna talk more about maia and magnus’ friendship:

- magnus is always teaching maia some of his own alcoholic creations he’s mixed over the years so maia can add them to the menu at hunters moon so that no other bar in the area can compete with the specialty drinks they’ve made. (magnus likes to tell her that he invented all the popular cocktails but maia just shoots him that look of “I know you’re lying but sure”)

- they totally have hour long conversations about the bachelor/bachelorette, discussing who they think should be given a rose and who should be booted out. they get super passionate about their favourites and always shout at the tv while they’re settled in magnus’ loft, eating takeout and sipping on margaritas

- maia loves reading so magnus let’s her borrow books from his library that contains every genre you could think of. for maia’s birthday, magnus gifts her a first edition book of jane eyre because he knows it’s her all time fave

- maia always takes magnus out for coffee at least once a week so they can catch up and she can tell him about all the crazy things that happened at the bar that week, how she had to break up a fight between two vampires, how some drunk seelie tried hitting on her and ended up vomiting on her shoes. magnus finds it all hilarious.

- maia is super worried when she finds out magnus has a shadowhunter boyfriend because she doesn’t want magnus getting hurt and she wishes all the happiness in the world for magnus so she’s very cautious when she first meets alec until she sees the look he gives magnus, one with such adoration and love, a look she’s often seen in magnus’ eye when he talks about his boyfriend and maia feels this huge sense of relief because magnus is truly happy and out of everyone she knows, magnus deserves love and happiness the most

- maia loves jewellery, not as much as magnus does but she’s always wearing gorgeous necklaces and rings which magnus always compliments. so they always get little gifts for each other. maia gives magnus a small black box at the bar one day containing a silver spiderweb ear cuff which maia claimed it was something she thought he’d like. maia comes round for dinner at the loft and get given a beautiful sapphire ring that magnus saw on his trip to Italy and tells her “something so beautiful must be worn by someone equally as beautiful” and maia just laughs.

- maia is a really giggly drunk which causes magnus to be a giggly drunk too seeing as maia’s laugh is so infectious. they were watching a tv show they usually love but lost interest and as magnus got up to get another drink, he stumbled and fell into the book shelf and stands there shocked “a book just fell on my head, maia” and maia giggles and says “I guess you only have yourshelf to blame”. they laugh over that pun for 20 minutes which is how alec found them, tears streaming down their face while they struggle to tell him what their finding funny without breaking into another laughing fit.

what to expect when you and tom are expecting

Part 5 of the White Dress series

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

  • you are so happy when the test is positive and tom is away filming his new film so you hop on a plane as soon as possible and surprise him at his set 
  • he’s so haPPY to see you, he picks you up and spins you and kisses you
  • you don’t tell him right away, you wait until you go to dinner that night
  • “could i interest either of you in one of our specialty drinks?” the waiter asks you and tom shakes his head “we’ll just have a glass each of chardonnay please.” he always orders your drink for you. “a-actually i’ll just have an iced tea with lemon, thanks.”
  • “is everything okay love? you usually have a drink with dinner…”
  • “well, i just found out some very important news that-”
  • “yOU’RE KIDDING?! darling don’t be joking with me right now!”
  • “having a child is hardly something to joke about thomas.”
  • he gets sO excited and kisses you so much and he can’t stop smiling bc he’s going to be a dad!!!
  • “we should do one of those cute reveals for our families, you know what i’m talking about?”
  • you guys visit tom’s family in london a week later and you bring his parents gifts. they’re so excited to see you and are really surprised when you have gifts for them. you tell them to open them at the same time.
  • they’re matching tea cups that say “world’s greatest nana” and “world’s greatest grandpa” on them
  • it takes a minute for it to sink in but when they get it tHEY SCREAM THEY’re almost as haPpy as tom!
  • let’s not forget when you tell hARRISON. you invite him over to your house and the lights are dimmed and tom’s sitting in a huge leather chair on the opposite side of the wooden desk.
  • harrison is so confused bc tom has tessa on his lap and he’s caressing her and you’re sat on the couch in the corner of the room that he didn’t know you had.
  • “please have a seat.” tom says in a fake raspy voice, he has two cotton balls in his mouth.
  • “what is going on here? i feel like i’m about to be executed or something.”
  • “listen, harrison,” tom puts tessa on the ground and walks over to lean on the desk in front of harrison, “i’m gonna make you an offer you can’t refuse” harrison knows where this line is from, everyone has seen the godfather, but he has no idea why tom is doing this. “we want you, to be the godfather to our child, who should be around in about 8 months.”
  • you can’t help but smile when harrison jumps from his chair yelling “WHAT?! yOU GUYS ARE- oh my god no way!!! yes oF course i’ll be godfather are you crazy bro!” he pulls tom in for a huge hug and you can’t stop smiling bc you live for this bromance
  • you wait three months and decide to get a 3-d ultrasound to determine the baby’s sex early bc you and tom are dying to know and tom’s been keeping this secret from the media for long enough you told him that once you found out the sex of the baby he could tell the world 
  • he may or may not have researched a bunch to see how you could determine it early.
  • he holds your hand the whole time and you are so nervous, yet really excited.
  • its a bOY and tom is super happy and so are you and he just kisses you really softly and takes a picture of the screen he’s so excited for everyone to see him, the beautiful boy you created.
  • “what if we named him peter tony holland. before you get angry, hear me out, nobody will know we’re naming him after peter parker and tony stark. and besides peter is an adorable name, like peter rabbit, peter pan, peter parker, all lovable characters.”
  • “tom we’re not naming him after spider man and iron man.”
  • you post on your social media before tom is able to bc he’s driving you home.
  • you post a baby picture of tom and caption it “hope he ends up looking just like you ❤️”” and eVeryone gOES NUTS  
  • tom posts the picture from the ultrasound and captions it “like this post if you agree that his name should be peter tony holland”
  • you comment back “i would quicker name him rumpelstiltskin harrison holland before peter tony holland thanks”
  • robert comments “you promised to name your first born child after me remember thomas?”
  • “you promised him what?!” you yell at tom in disbelief
  • “i thought he’d forget about it, but i mean it was for good reason!”
  • “and what would that be?”
  • “i didn’t want him to tell anyone that he uh, he caught um,” then he mumbled incoherently
  • “he what tom?“ 
  • “he caught me taking a dick pic okay?!” he blurted out, “i freaked out and i may have said ‘please robert don’t say anything i’ll do anything! i’ll name my first born after you!’ and it was so in the moment i didn’t think about what would happen when we actually had kids." 
  • you end up talking to robert and you agree that your kid’s middle name should be robert, because when he comes over it’ll be hard to differentiate the two of them. (robert didn’t understand your reasons but went with it anyway bc he doesn’t like to admit it but he would do anything for you and tom) 
  • omg yOu catch him looking at kids rooms online
  • anD if you think your son ain’t gonna have a spider man room you’re wrong 
  • he take things from the set and puts it in his room 
  • you guys take a lamaze class bc tom wants to be rlly prepared 
  • you and tom search extensively for a good name for your boy, tom is stuck on peter, but you won’t have it 
  • "what about matthew?” tom asks one day 
  • “matthew robert holland…” you trail off and smile at him 
  • “i love it” you both say at the same time 
  • tom is always by your side no matter what and never lets you lift a finger, he’s so quick to help you off the couch or out of your clothes
  • he goes grocery shopping for you bc your shoes are too tight from your feet being so swollen. 
  • every time he hears you say “ooh” he rushes to your side to see if you’re okay, it’s usually just a kick but he wants to make sure. 
  • your little boy is late, it’s been two weeks since your due date but you still won’t pop, and you refuse to medically induce labor, so you try a bunch of home remedies but none of them work. 
  • “i read once that sex induces labor…” tom says one day, looking at you out of the corner of his eye while you sit on the couch. 
  • “help me up.” you say and he smiles and let’s just say the next morning your water broke 
  • tOM was freaking out and rushing to get everything into the car even though you already had a bag packed for the hospital. you were panting, contractions happening closer and closer together, tom called everyone from his car, his parents, your mom, harrison, robert, jacob, zendaya, chris, anthony, sebastian, everyone.
  • when you got to the hospital you got into your private room and people started piling in to congratulate you and you tried to smile through the pain of the contractions.
  • you are in active labor for hOURs and you keep asking the doctor how much longer, she reassures you that you should be starting your transition phase shortly 
  • your contractions are getting closer and closer and growing more intense, you yell at tom bc he got you into this mess and he’s just saying how good you’re doing and how wonderful you are.
  • “darling, you’re doing great, i love you so much.”
  • “okay it’s time to start pushing! can we just get dad in here, you all can wait in the lobby.” the doctor says as tom smiles widely at you, he pats you with the towel bc you’re sweating like crazy!
  • “ready, darling?” tom smiles and holds your hand, trying to keep you calm, he kisses your forehead softly and you give him a weak smile. 
  • two hours of pushing later, you hear your baby boy cry and you can’t help but cry, tom kisses you softly and he’s crying too.
  • “you did so great, love.”
  • “dad, do you want to come and cut the umbilical cord?” and tOm iS sO excited. he’s pretty much sobbing bc his little boy is laying on the counter and tom touches his hand and his baby grabs his finger as tight as he can, and now tom’s even mOre of a meSs.
  • after they clean him up they put him in your arms and tom looks at you both with the most love in the world and he’s just thinking about how he’d do anything to protect the two of you. 
  • “so how about another? a girl this time?” he just laughs little did you know a year and a half later all of this would happen again with a baby girl.
  • harrison is the first person other than you two to see him, they’re looking at the baby through the glass. “wow, man, you did that, you made that.”
  • “i know, it’s incredible”

#fuck holiday shifts

i had a Halloween hellshift, absolutely NONFUCKINGSTOP the ENTIRE TIME and by the time i was 1hr 5mins past when i was scheduled off i started crying and they finally said i could go, i race the fuck out of there hungry as shit but with no patience to get my shift meal (who would even service my order, i literally left my position unmanned lol) then i race to Other Burger Joint and get a Supremely DISSAPOINTING chicken sandwich which was missing ALL toppings so it was like $5.50+ for literally chicken and bread but fuck it i ate it anyway -.-

I have had Tuesdays off for the last like 5 months and typically refuse to let them schedule me any shifts greater than 6 hours tops, wtF were they thinking having me in for 9 hrs w/o break and nobody to supplant me when I was due off (this is all on top of the 4 hours I had to run the drive thru handout window, drive thru bagging/fries, front counter bagging/fries/handout all specialty drinks AND the fryers. Jesus fuck my feet hurt.

And of-fuckin-course I was the only one who came dressed up (I have a TOS Star Trek ladies science tunic and I combed my hair into the vulcan style and slapped some dramatic makeup on and the BigBoss saw me when I came in and gave a silent thumbs up at me so yay that was nice), everyone liked my outfit I just had completely lost all cheer by the end

Christmas Headcanons Megapost

So these are entirely SFW, but I do have something special planned for the next batch. Thanks so much to Admin Panini from @sportsanimehell-scenarios for writing about half of these and helping with the other half. 
~Admin Emma


  • Christmas morning is one of the only days where he skips his morning jog. He prefers to spend it cuddling with you until you both feel like getting out of bed to open presents. In fact, it’s one of the only days where he lets himself be lazy for once.
  • When Ushijima has kids, one of their big Christmas traditions is to go see The Nutcracker every year. It used to be a romantic thing for him and his s/o but now they take the kids along and it’s a cute little family outing.


  • Has a hand-knit Christmas stocking with his name on in. His aunt made it for him when he was really, really little and he treasures it
  • Really loves scarves because his cheeks get super wind-chapped in the winter. He always loses his or wears them out, so if you give him one (or better, make him one) he will be so weak? He feels so blessed


  • Get’s really embarrassed when he goes from the chilly outside to the warm inside and his glasses start fogging. He doesn’t know what to do–he’s tried everything, he can’t see shit without his glasses, and the air is too dry for contacts so basically the winter months=RIP Tsukki


  • Him and Saeko have a pact where if they’re both single on Christmas Eve, they’ll get together and get absolutely shitfaced. But not before she feeds her adorable baby brother with both of their favorite foods.
  • A Christmas Eve date with him is pretty rad–coffee, light shows, a bit of shopping, then ending the night with a movie or something. Low key, you spend most of the time in the back of the theater making out, so you don’t remember much of the movie, but it’s pretty rad either way.
  • Fuzzy sock king. So many fuzzy socks. He collects them, and he has dozens of them in different patterns. He also has dozens of beanies. And yes, he is willing to share with you. Low key it gets him so flustered to see you in his hats. 
  • Love Live trash (Eli is best wife, fight him, but he’s also weak for Kotori) and he is so weak for the Christmas costumes. Please don’t judge him, they’re just so cute!
  • Makes his own wrapping paper. He serious will handpaint wrapping paper and fold his own origami bows, and it looks fucking professional like, Damn Ryu! He’s super embarrassed by this fact, but if you show appreciation he will high key be so flustered but so happy.


  • He and you shared their first real kiss on a Christmas Eve date; it’s always going to be special, and low key, he’s the type who would propose on Christmas Eve. He takes the romance to a whole new level


  • Literally perfect at finding your size? Like, he bought you a pair of jeans and a sweater one year and they literally fit perfectly and to this day you have no idea how he did it. How do, Hayato?


  • Never buys gifts. He either makes them by hand, or he bakes something for you. He thinks it’s just more meaningful.


  • He and Makki throw a hell of a party every year. It’s fucking hopping from about 5pm on the 23rd and maybe (MAYBE) ends around 8 am on the 24th when everyone is too drunk to move anymore. No one remembers it but it’s always a good time.
  • He will legit buy you the nicest gift you’ve ever owned, and then he’ll nest it’s (probably small) box within progressively bigger boxes until it’s in a fucking refrigerator box filled with tissue paper and lies. Watching you get progressively more frustrated as you open is only slightly less fun than the look you get when you see what he got you.


  • Gets really into the Christmas spirit. Buys for everyone, bakes, calls all his friends. Everyone gets a gift. He’s grinning through the whole last few days before Christmas.


  • Hates holiday shopping with a fiery passion. He just hates dealing with all of the jerks that seem to crawl out of their holes this time of year. High key he’s had your gifts bought and wrapped since September because he really doesn’t want to deal with people.
  • The worst person for Secret Santa. He has accidentally given away who he’s buying for four out of the five times he’s done a Secret Santa but his gifts are always very thoughtful and chosen with care.
  • Refuses help when putting the star on the tree. He can do it. He is the man of the house. It is his job. No he doesn’t need a chair, what sort of man needs a chair!?!? (Please get him a chair)
  • His most precious Christmas memory is probably curling up in an armchair, watching the snow fall with you on Christmas Eve. You fell asleep like that, and woke finding his mom had tossed a blanket over you. He was high key flustered in the morning, but he’ll always treasure that moment.


  • Tries to find out what Iwaizumi is giving his s/o so she can try and top him and get you something even better. Spoilers: it never works, but it’s the thought that counts.


  • Tried to dye the front part of his hair like a candy cane once. It was supposed to be “festive” but in truth ended up Pepto-pink and totally fried. It was… a dark time.


  • Is at his most exhausted around Christmas. He will forget to take care of himself, including eating and drinking. You’re free to pick on him about it, but take care of him. He’s so tired, and all he wants is snugs.


  • Has a huge family with tons of kids, and always kicks it with his little cousins, nieces and nephews when he’s home for the holidays. He knows they look up to him, and he takes a genuine interest in what they do.


  • Working behind the scenes at the Fukurodani Christmas Party to make sure everything gets done and nothing gets set on fire. Everyone calls Akaashi the “mom” of his team, but everyone there knows better. Konoha is making sure Akaashi is hydrated and Bokuto isn’t getting too wild and that the presents are secured and the snacks are replenished and, if he has a minute, stops in to say hi to you.


  • Could care less about the present if it doesn’t come with a nice handwritten card. Since his parents are always gone, he’s used to receiving packages in the mail with short typed notes that say generic things on them. He really appreciates it when people take the time to write him notes. He keeps every single one in a box.
  • Likes the chaos and noise of the holiday season. It actually soothes him a bit, so he usually spends time with his team or your family.
  • Super weak for the classic Rankin-Bass Christmas specials. He’s a bit freaked out by the stop motion but he high-key cries at the end of Rudolph and he’s not sure why
  • Always decorates his own mini tree. He’s never really had a big tree before, but he’s always wanted one. He just can’t justify it, where he’s alone most of the time and he’s barely home as is.


  • Gets low key offended when people serve hot cocoa from a packet. He has a recipe that will literally knock your socks off, and if he can swing it, he’ll always add a shot of Bailey’s and a crushed mint leaf. You’re not sure what else he adds–the recipe is a closely guarded secret–but it’s a cup of hot, molten, chocolatey sin.
  • Your Christmas Card photos are always adorable. They always look like something out of a catalogue, and he always looks so beautiful. In 100% of the pictures you take, he’s always giving you the schmoopiest grin, and even if it embarrasses you, it’s so soft and affectionate you can’t stand to stay mad.


  • Has received an advent calendar from his parents every year since he was ten, but he can never control himself. He always cheats and eats more than one a day. You might have to buy a package of chocolates to put next to the calendar just to keep him in check.


  • Terushima has always wanted to go on a romantic Christmas Eve date with someone special, but he’s never been in a relationship stable or deep enough to get to that point. Usually they think he’s joking so he stops asking. Please ask him out for Christmas Eve, you will make his dreams come true ;u;
  • Trash for seasonal specialty drinks and desserts. If it has candy cane or gingerbread flavor he is 1000% there for it, even if it’s gross and overpriced. He wants it, and it’s a problem.


  • Prefers peppermint mochas to hot chocolate; not enough caffeine in the hot cocoa and he needs it to get through this year
  • Tries not to fall off the wagon as far as his training and diet are concerned, but Suga makes it so hard. Plus, if you can bake, he’s gone. He gets really self conscious if he gains a bit of weight over the Holidays, though.
  • Another member of the “is an actual goddamn space heater” club. He runs really warm and is actually a big fan of walks in the snow. Sadly, he tends to forget that not everyone can survive in blizzard conditions in a goddamn hoodie, Daichi.
  • Team “Couldn’t wrap a present to save his life, but he tries anyway.”
  • Really likes mulled wine? He’s not sure why–regular red wine makes him a bit sick–but he can literally drink mulled wine all night.


  • If he doesn’t have someone to spend Christmas with, he usually spends it with his team. He doesn’t like being by himself, so he’ll usually curl up next to a friend and watch movies, lamenting another Christmas as a single stud.


  • Hates being cold, and he runs so cold? He’s basically a blanket burrito wearing 18 sweaters from November to May.
  • Claims to hate Christmas Carols, but is always the first to pull up to the piano and start playing the classics. He’s played since he was a little kid, and it’s something he still enjoys doing.


  • Everyone assumes that he wants new games for Christmas but he actually wants cozy things like hats and scarves (and maybe baked goods). Bonus points if they’re handmade. He will high key wear them all winter long.
A lifetime with you

So Taking Chances ended today, which makes me sad. @lightoflunaris did such an amazing job at this story and I can’t wait to see what she comes up with next. I wanted to write a klance fic for today and I guess I realized, while there were many romantic moments between our favourite boys, we didn’t have their first valentines. So I’m going to do my very best to write something for them. I’m going by the seat of my pants here and from what she told me about their college life. I assumed they got engaged I guess, in February/March, maybe February 14, for the sake of being sentimental. I’m writing this on Valentine’s Day itself, hours after the last chapters went up, so we’ll see how this goes. Enjoy.

Lance closed the door to his apartment and noticed that there were no boots by the door. He sighed, good Keith wasn’t back yet. While they did attend the same college, Lance was majoring in education while Keith was taking to courses needed to help him become a pilot, so their schedules didn’t always match up. Lance couldn’t say he was surprised when Keith said he wanted to be a pilot. Keith loved going places and he enjoyed adventure. Lance just couldn’t wait to see him in a uniform.

Lance pulled off his shoes and ran to drop his things in the bedroom. The couple’s apartment they got in the campus village was pretty amazing. It reminded him of a hotel room a bit. When walking in, you were in the living room with the attached kitchen. Through another set of doors was the bedroom and bathroom. The laundry room was in the basement of the building. Thankfully, they only lived on the second floor and the elevator never broke down. Never doubt the complaining powers of a college student. They get shit done when they really want.

Pushing his glasses back up on his face, Lance opened the fridge and pulled out a plastic bag hiding in the back on the last shelf. He opened it, mentally checking off his checklist of the things he needed before slowly pouring the constance of the bag on the counter. He pulled bowls and utensils out and pulled out his phone. The limited edition Blue Paladin phone Shiro and Allura had gotten him for his birthday was still in very good condition, mostly because of the clear case he had on it to take the damage whenever he dropped it. Keith had let his surprise be known that the screen had yet to break. He pulled up Hunk’s number and hit the speaker button as he got things ready.

“Hey Lance. Is Keith there?”

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Four Houses At: (#5)


Ravenclaw: Can actually hold their booze, is absolutely crushing everyone at pool and darts, won’t stop saying “another, my good sir!”, keeps alternating between fire-whiskey and beer, keeps stripping off layers of clothes because liquor makes them too warm

Hufflepuff: Is drunk off of two shots, won’t stop playing YMCA on the jukebox, has to pee 500 times, keeps randomly remembering memes and then laughing really loudly, informs the bar tender that “they’re not drunk, thank you mery vuch”, doesn’t want to leave

Gryffindor: secretly having a drinking game with Ravenclaw, is currently losing, goes through six baskets of the free popcorn single-handedly, keeps doing the arm motions to YMCA, plays pull tabs and actually ends up winning $100, promptly spends it all on more booze and pull tabs

Slytherin: Surprises everyone by holding their liquor the best (what? A goal is a goal), is enjoying the specialty drinks, accidentally becomes emotionally invested in the TV drama playing on the big screen, “Rosita can’t just leave Ricardo, he’s the brother of her cousin’s ex-fiance! Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”


anon asked: can I ask for a bartender!Hyungwon ? Thank you

  • sarcastic
  • so sarcastic
  • but his customers still love him cause his drinks are bomb
  • was blessed with such skills
  • looks absolutely amazing in his uniform
  • makes specialty drinks for those he takes interest in
  • loves listening to drunk ppl talk bc he loves dumb shit
  • sends memes to his group chat when no one needs a drink
  • loves drinking his own drinks
  • never takes any other bartender’s drinks
  • only his
  • he’s just that fantastic i guess
  • rlly loves glaring at annoying people
  • good with a knife
  • for prepping the ice of course lol HAHAHA
  • but ya his knife skills r wow daebak
  • the place he works out is kinda sketchy so he sees the occasional person trying to drug the person they wanna hook up with
  • which – honey, no
  • like hyungwon was looking right at u honey of course ur not getting away with that
  • he switches the drinks
  • sometimes he pours the drink into the bastard’s own
  • or he gives the potential victim a new drink
  • but he’s not that much of an asshole, he always tells the person that their drink was drugged so they know what could’ve happened
  • deeply cares for female customers
  • but also takes care of male customers who are being harassed as well
  • he’s a sweetheart, who doesn’t love him?
  • never gives his friends a discount when they ask
  • gives himself a discount bc he works the bar, duh
  • loves his job even though it’s stressful sometimes
  • drunk women love his bitch face
  • sometimes cries with customers when he feels like it
  • should get a raise bc he makes hella good drinks and treats customers with all the love
  • needs a better uniform
  • i mean he looks good in his current uniform
  • but ,,, hyungwon deserves a better one
  • drinks on the job because it helps him tolerate the worst kind of ppl
  • can never get replaced by other bartenders his boss loves him too much to do him wrong like that
  • thank u hyungwon for the good drinks

anonymous asked:

Could you do prompt #35 and #108 with Alex Standall please?

My sweet little blonde bby. The only character on that show (besides Jeff) who had his head on straight 💛

35. I’ll just tell your mom on you.

108. I’m glad you’re mine.

“What even is that?” she tilts her chin up at the sugary concoction placed in front of her boyfriend. 

“I honestly don’t know,” Alex shrugs indifferently, “Tastes good though.”

“It probably has like a thousand grams of sugar,” she grimaces at the thought.

“Okay now you’re just being dramatic,” Alex rolls his eyes playfully.

Alex was on a mission to try every drink Monet’s had to offer, and they recently came out with a new spring specialty drinks menu that he was tearing through quite quickly. Every drink seemed to get more grossly sweet than the previous, and Alex’s arteries were probably screaming in agony.

“When you end up having a heart attack at the ripe-old-age of twenty remember this conversation,” she flips through the pages of her textbook vindictively. 

“Babe, quit your nagging. I’ll be fine,” he assures, taking a sip of whatever the hell he ordered.

“Fine,” she grumbles, “I’ll just tell your mom on you.”

“You wouldn’t,” Alex makes an overly serious face, his mouth agape in horror.

“Oh but I would,” she wiggles her eyebrows in a sinister way.

“Why must you rain on my sugary drink parade,” he pouts, jutting out his bottom lip, which happens to be covered in whip cream.

“You should be glad I care about your health,” she laughs, leaning across the table to give him a peck, licking off the stray whip cream.

I’m glad you’re mine,” Alex admits, licking some more whip cream off the top of the drink.

“I’m glad you’re mine, too. Which is why I want you to live a very long time and not suffer from carotid arteries before you reach adulthood,” she adds.

“Oh my god, here we go,” Alex chuckles, dipping his finger into the remaining glob of whip cream and booping her on the nose with it.

“Very mature, Standall,” she rolls her eyes in good nature, wiping her nose with her sleave.

“It’s why you love me,” he winks.


Minseok x Reader
Genre: smut/fluff? It’s a mess.
Length: 3.7K words

Summary: You meet Minseok in a bar and swear that you know him from SOMEWHERE but have no idea where, but now you have to do something about it.

A/N: One Shot Challenge taken with @soobadnoonecanstopher, @thesammtimes, @3kpop2jagi1, @xiubaek13, and @forexcapism


Happy hour on a Monday night. It may not be your ideal place to spend your hours after work, but in the end, you were glad you went.

After a pretty uneventful, yet somewhat relaxing christmas and new year’s break, you had to return to the grind of work upon the new year. Seeming as if you’d never even left, there lie all of your lesson plans stacked on your desk, just the way you had left it. Perfect.

You were a school teacher and you loved it, but that isn’t to say that you loved Mondays. In fact, collectively, the entire human race probably hates mondays just as much, especially students + teachers.

After a rigorous first day back, a few of your co-workers decided to go out to a local bar, celebrating the survival. When they invited you to tag along, you were all too fake excited to join, and to your dismay they bought it. All you wanted to do was go home, and drink in the comfort of our own home.

Reluctantly, you followed through and joined them.

“Okay, wait, I need to say something,” Ahn starts off, “can you believe the bull- ,” and there she goes, the more vivacious of the four of you, talking about all the bullshit the supervisor is already putting her through as the school’s secretary. She continues on her rant with the help of two more shots while the rest of you cheekily sip on your drinks, giggling and joining in the conversation with her.

After your first drink was long gone, you started to tune the group out and scan the rest of the bar. You can’t help but notice that there are far more people than you would have expected here on a Monday night. As you’re looking towards your right, you feel someone bump into your left arm, causing you to swiftly turn your head around to look at the person who just briefly invaded your space.

“Oh, excuse me.” The voice says as you feel a hand quickly reach back to rest on your arm and that’s when you froze. His voice smoothe, eyes so dark you saw a slight glimmer of light in them. And a sharp tingle trickled down your back.

“It’s fine,” you reply, holding onto his glance a little too long.

He hardly even looks at you a second longer before turning around and walking away. Your eyes fixate on the back of his head, watching him as he walks away. He turns around once, making eye contact with you. A sudden feeling of familiarity washes over you, he smiles back at you and winks your way before turning back around. Your mind starts to travel almost at the speed of light trying to figure out where you knew this person from. You just can’t erase the image of those dark crescent shaped eyes from your brain.

“Oh, Y/N! He is a baaabe!” Ahn says, cutting your thoughts short as her slightly drunken voice takes over.

“Yeah, did you see the way he looked at you? With those dangerous eyes of his,” your other co-worker, Rei teased.

“What? You’re joking, right? The guy hardly even looked at me, y’all. It was nothing.” You respond, looking back in his direction.

“If it was nothing then why are you still checking him out even though he’s miles away?” Ahn challenged you, to which you could only roll your eyes in response.

You thought about it more, and realized maybe you were looking at him longer than necessary. However, you just couldn’t shake the feeling of distinctly remembering him from somewhere. Because you had seen him before. The question was, where?

“Hey, I’m going to the bathroom, okay?”

“Ooo! Okay, well go on over to the bathroom! While you’re at it, go get that babe’s number!” Ahn says, already on her second round, she gets way too invested in your love life when she’s had a few drink in her.

“Shut up, Ahn. I actually have to pee. Is that a problem?”

She waves her hand at you, woosh-ing you away and with that you smirk, walking towards the bathroom.

As you made your way to the bathroom, weaving around other slightly tipsy strangers, it hit you.

You did know him! You quickened your pace, making a beeline to the back of the bar where the noise wasn’t as loud. You pulled out your phone and called your best friend.

“H-hello?” She answers with a raspy voice, and you knew you had woken her up.

“J! What was the name of that strip club we went to last year? On your birthday?” You asked, not even realizing it’s 11pm, explaining why she was asleep, if the baby’s asleep, then she’s asleep.

“Look, you know I need this time to sleep, Y/N, right?”

“I’m sorry! But just tell me, do you remember that bar? The one where we saw that very specific dancer. The main performance of the night, light skin, jet black hair, and sharp, crescent shaped eyes.” You voice stops short after that brief description as you caught a glimpse of him from where you were standing. That has to be him. No one else could look that good.

With no response from your friend, you grunt and say one last detail, “you kept saying that it looked like he wanted to take me to the back and give me a special dance.”

“Bar Bellas!” She shouts into the phone. She’s completely awake now and one hundred percent invested into your late night phone call.

“Yes! That’s the one! I’m at this bar with some co-workers and this guy bumps into me.” You continue to retell the events of the night that brought you to this particular phone call, “I thought I knew him from somewhere, but couldn’t place where.” You catch a glimpse of him again from where you’re standing, “I think he’s here.”

“You need to get off the phone and go talk to him! Maybe ask him if he’s still down for giving you that special dance.” She jokes.

“Go to sleep.” You respond, knowing you secretly wouldn’t mind a special dance from him. But you couldn’t let anyone else know that.

“Hey, you have to break the ice some way.” She says before hanging up.

You know she’s right, but there is no way in hell that you are going to actually ask him that, not right away at least. Were you actually going to confront him? And what would you say and how would he react to you? Do you go back to the table? Or to him?

All these questions started to form in your mind, the nerves getting to you, it was all becoming too much to handle. You were seconds away from walking towards your table when your phone chimes.

[11:14] J:  Don’t you even think about walking back to your table without going to talk

  to the hottie beforehand. LOVE U!

She knows you all too well.

A waitress was roaming the bar, handing out specialty drinks of the night. As she was crossing your path, you grabbed one from her and took a few sips. Your feet started to move slowly towards the black couch, eyes fixated on him, mind deciding on the right words to form.

Alcohol clearing buzzing your mind, you felt a slight wave of confidence hit you. Your feet began to move a bit faster now, as the dark haired guy became clearer with each step. The voices of the people around you became inaudible, your senses seemed to only fixate on him. And now, standing in front of him, you watch as he scrolls through his phone with one hand and his drink in the other.

Clearly unaware of his surroundings, you sit beside him on the leather sofa, taking in the last sip from your drink.

“Bar Bellas,” you say, looking at him and taking in the smell of his sharp cologne.

“Hmm?” He hums, after he takes a sip from his drink. You watch as the muscles in his face contract, while he lets the alcohol slowly make its way down.

“That’s where I’ve seen you.” You state, twirling your empty glass in your hand.

He turns his attention towards you, his crescent shaped eyes scanning you from head to toe. It makes you feel hot just watching as he takes in your form with his eyes.

“Is that so?” He asks coolly, looking back at his phone. “You think I would be hanging out at a place like Bar Bellas?” Another sip.

“Well,” you start, “more like working at Bar Bellas.” You smirk as you notice his eyes look away from his phone but they look at any specific thing, just straight ahead. The beginnings of a smirk forms on his face before quickly vanishing.

“It’s you, right?” You ask, pushing him a bit. You continue, “you were on the main stage that night… the main performance… the big surprise of the night. You performed quite the number, sir.” At that, you weren’t sure if the last word sounded as sexual outloud as it did in your head.

“And what makes you think that was me up there? The ‘big surprise’?” He asks, locking his phone before tucking it into his pocket. You have his full attention now. Jackpot.

“Because I’d recognize those eyes anywhere.”

You lock eyes with him, flashes of that night appear in your mind. You begin to remember seeing him shirtless on the stage, skinny white jeans hugging his legs. He let his body roll and move so swiftly with the music. You remember feeling every hip thrust he made against the air that night, you also remember him making eye contact with you while he gave some tipsy woman a lap dance for three minutes.

“Ah, flattery.” He chuckles, “you use it well, darling.” He leans closer to you, letting his leg touch yours as he takes another sip from his drink. Heat begins to radiate from such a simple contact, and it was slowly driving you crazy. His eyes held onto your gaze, hypnotizing you while the alcohol buzzed through your body.

“So, it is you, then?” You ask, the light essence of his cologne continues to fill your nose, sending sweet chills coolly down your spine.

“Darling,” he leans in closer, tugging your hair behind your ear, the air in between is nothing but the heat and breaths of yours and his. He lets his lips graze your ear as he finishes his sentence, “I’m afraid you have me confused with someone else.”

“Look, I know it’s you.” You start.

“Can I ask you something?” He interjects, and you nod for him to continue, “why are you so hung up on some guy that you saw a year ago? And what makes you think he would even remember you?”

“Because I never told you exactly how long ago it was that I saw you.” You reply, he just unknowingly confirmed his identity to you and is playing hard to get. His face doesn’t emit that he knows he fucked up, but you can see it in his eyes.

“So,” you start, placing your empty glass on the small table in front of the two of you, “Now that I know it is you, will you tell me your name?”


“Nice try. I mean your real name.”

“Can I at least get you another drink?” He asks, clearly trying to stall.

You comply and let him order your third drink of the night while you begin to remind him of the events a year ago that made him so memorable to you. As your drinks arrive you both enjoy the light hums of the few individuals that still remained around you in this bar.

“Minseok.” He says, “My name is Kim Minseok and I do remember you from that night. I remember you because you were the first girl to walk into that club and give me butterflies.” You smile at the way it sounds so cheesy, thinking how on earth could you give him butterflies. “I’m serious! I almost left high and dry because I was so nervous.”

“I find that hard to believe, considering you did perform. Not to mention, you locked eyes with me as you grinded on some woman’s lap as some sort of lame middle school way to get me jealous.”

“I’ll admit, I wanted to get a rise out of you, just to see what you’d do.” He takes a sip. The way he drinks is even enchanting, and you can’t help but admire the shadows around his face under the dimly lit bar lights.

Minseok continues, “unfortunately, you did nothing and left. And I felt like a dick because I thought I would never see you again. And I wanted to. I wanted to see you again so bad.” He moves closer to you, eliminating any space between the two of you. You swear that his face is closing in, your breaths are one.

“Well, here I am.” You whisper, “it took me about a year but I’m here.”

“Fate.” Minseok whispers back. “But now that you’re here,” he says, leaning away and back, “you must know that I won’t go any further without taking my girl on a proper date.”

Minseok winks one of his crescent shaped eyes, adding another layer of fire to the flame burning in you for him.

He reaches into his pocket and checks his phone for the time before handing it to you, “Will you please put your number in for me, darling?”

You grab the phone and start to put in your number, and you realize something, “Don’t you think you should know my name?”

“You don’t like pet names, darling?” He asks, exaggerating the tone of the last word as to imply ‘darling’ is now your name.

You hit his arm, “I don’t do pet names,”

“Hmm, we’ll just see about that, darling.” His voice reaches a new level of deep.

Two days have passed since the monday night bar scene and no word from Minseok. Of course you didn’t expect a message from him right away, but that didn’t stop you from anxiously checking your phone and jumping at the sound of each ‘ding’ that went off from your phone.

The next morning you receive a text,

[9:13am] Minseok: Bar Bellas.

8:00pm. Come find me, DARLING.


You roll your eyes, but don’t stop the gigantic smile that’s growing on your face. Looks like you have. .  a date? Nonetheless, you zoom through your lesson plan, watching the minutes go by slowly, until you’re finally home. Your nerves are in overdrive, you’re hungry for Minseok’s aura. Something about him made you feel like no other. You spend the next few hours getting ready, wondering why he is asking you to go back to that club. While he’s working, isn’t that cheap?

8:00pm rolls around and you find yourself roaming the club, scanning the room for Minseok but of course, he’s nowhere to be found. The lights dim darker than they already were, the girls in the club begin cheering as a single spotlight shines on the main stage.

“Oh, god.” You let out as your eyes fall onto center stage where the lean, muscled body glistens under the white light. Minseok is wearing white jeans, hugging every curve, a white vest over his shirtless torso, all topped off with a bandana tied around his head. His jet black hair contrasts so hotly with his skin tone, and white attire. The familiar heat already traces down through your body and in between your thighs.

A bass-thumping song begins to play as Minseok starts his dance, and it is just how you remember, but this time he’s coming closer, walking towards you. -Wait, why is he coming this way? What does he think he’s doing?- Minseok starts making his way towards you, bedroom eyes piercing through your entire being, whipping you up into his lust. As he walks towards you, instinctively you slowly back away until the back of your legs hit a chair, sitting on it as one of the workers holds it down for you. Minseok has a smirk plastered on his face as he stands before you.

“What are you doing, Min?” You ask him as he leans down to you.

“Just stay still, darling. Trust me.” He whispers into your ear. He takes off his bandana and wraps it around your eyes, the sounds of ladies woo-ing and the music heightening as you feel a pair of legs straddle you, he’s giving you a lap dance. You feel his body grinding on your thighs, his groin making itself known against your body and the pool of lust is flooding in you. Your mind is going hazy, since you can’t see a thing, you desperately want to touch him.

The blindfold is ripped away from your eyes, and the ladies cheer louder, as you try to focus your gaze. The crowd is slightly tipsy and drunkenly jealous of you in this moment, while you try to soak up every second. Minseok is staring down at you, biting on his lip, he is loving every moment of this. It takes all he has to keep it professional, but he wants more, hungry for you as you sit underneath him dripping in equal lust.** He proceeds with his lap dance, body rolling slowly over you, enticing you. You squeeze your legs together, the heated tension becoming unbearable. He runs his hand through your hair, cupping the back of your head to hold you still while he slowly grinds into you, letting you feel every twitch of muscle in his legs while his hard on presses against you.

Minseok teasingly removes his white vest from his body until his bare torso stares at you in all its glory. He then leans down and whispers in your ear, “the red door at the back. Ten minutes.” He let his lips graze your ear with every word he said, his hot breath latching onto your skin. He removes his body from you completely, the cold air hits you like a truck as you collect your senses, watching him teasingly dance his way back to the stage.

He continues on with his dance, occasionally flirting with the closest lady there, sending them a series of winks and air kisses to make them swoon and drown in their own pool of lust for him. You’re too wound up and focused on his dance, when another dancer comes up from behind, “You better get to that red door, Miss. Wouldn’t want to make him wait,” he tells you as he stands you up and leads you towards the back. He leads you through the club and up to the red door, and before leaving he asks you for your name then sends you a wink before walking away.

You’re standing next to this door, scanning the club, waiting for the next move when the door opens behind you and a hand reaches out, pulling you inside. You stumble your way in as Minseok stands that holding you in place. His smile is from ear to ear, and you can’t help but return the smile.

He kisses your cheek, and begins a trail of light kisses down your neck, while his hands wrap around your waist pulling you tight against his body. You can feel just how desperate he is for you through his jeans. He continues to shower you in his lustful affection, before pausing to look at you with a confused expression.

“Is something wrong, Y/N?”

“Aren’t I not supposed to touch you? Isn’t that one of the rules?” You ask.

He chuckles, “Darling, I’m off the clock. This isn’t business anymore, it’s pleasure.”

The corner of Minseok’s lips perk into a crooked smirk before locking with yours as he slides his tongue in your mouth, wasting no more time. Your hands reach up to tug on his hair emitting a groan from him. He continues to kiss you until both your lips are bruised, hands sliding up under your skirt, squeezing your ass.

Minseok is deeply engulfed in you, wanting to devour you and you wanted him equally, if not, more. With adrenaline pumping through your veins, you don’t know when Minseok’s jeans came off or where your panties have gone. All you know now is that Minseok has you pushed up against a velvet covered wall with your hips wrapped around his waist as he steadily places his member at your entrance. Everything happens in a blur, he is pumping in and out of you, fucking you against the wall sending you into oblivion and beyond.

Minseok doesn’t just fuck to please himself, and that’s what drives you insane, he pays attention to detail, nipping and sucking at every delicate part of your body. He’d touch you and please you in many ways that you didn’t know were possible. He makes you feel every sensation, to which you can only moan out senseless words ranging from obscenities to his name in a repeated chant. You swear both your moans have heightened over the club’s music, and just when you feel the coil in the pit of your stomach about to burst, Minseok pushes himself into you as deep as he can, sending off a new level of pleasure for you. It makes your body squirm and twitch, but you don’t want it to stop. His lips are on your neck and you feel him walking away from the wall and over to the velveted couch in the middle of the room. He lays you down and continues to fuck you both to your highs.

The coil rips, a wave of pleasure and sensations flood your body and Minseok’s, making you both feel paralyzed in bliss.

After a while, you two lay on the velveted couch, catching your breaths as your fingers intertwine together, bodies glistening in each other’s sweat and lust.

You finally break the silence, “good call on having your co-worker ask for my name, by the way,” you say teasingly.

Minseok chuckles pulling you close against his body, “it’s been a delight to make your acquaintance, Y/N.”

Passive-Aggressive Partnership

Parts 1-24 @coveofmemories @bleedreid @my-xomatosis-s 

Part 25 

** Skip between the third and fourth page breaks if you want to complete the story sans smut.


Three months later.

Before heading home, she had to stop by the office and check on Jessica, make sure she was doing okay on her own. It had been two months since she’d transferred positions. “Hey honey,” Y/N said as she walked in that evening. “How’s everything going? Everything okay? You know what you need to do, all the paperwork that needs doing?” She kept rambling - Y/N still wasn’t quite used to her new role yet. Plus, she was a perfectionist, so she needed to know that everything was being handled the way she would want it to be handled. After all, it was her reputation that was on the line; she’d established the practice - it was just that Jessica was carrying the reputation now.

“I’m all good,” she smiled. “I’ve got two bodies coming in tomorrow morning. Not murder victims thankfully. And I’ve even got a filing system in place for paperwork now.” She took Y/N’s hand and brought her over to the corner of the room. “I made this into a file room. Over here is the blank paperwork, filed for every occasion imaginable, and then over here is where I keep the files. I make a copy and keep them here for myself. It’s very neat and orderly don’t you think?” As she turned around, she smiled wide, trying to impress her former boss. 

After all that had happened, Jessica was amazed that Y/N trusted her enough to take over her office. “Woah,” she chuckled, “This is even more organized than I’m used to. It’s amazing. You’ll call me if you need any help right?” Although she was loving her new role, it was definitely more difficult than she intended to let go of her former position.

“I’m good, Dr. Y/L/N,” she smiled softly. “I promise I’ll let you know if I need anything. I just can’t thank you enough for giving me this chance after everything that happened.”

“Two things,” she said, walking up to the young woman’s side and placing her hand on her shoulder. “One, please call me Y/N, no need for formalities anymore, and two, what happened was not your fault. You did everything right, we both made it out and you’re an amazing medical examiner, okay? You’ve earned this.”

Before heading back out to the car where Spencer was waiting for her, Y/N wrapped her arms around Jessica. “You’ve more than earned this.”

“Thanks, Dr…Y/N.”

With a laugh, she turned to walk out the door. For the past two months, she’d been coming in compulsively to check on everything and make sure it was being run properly, but Jessica had it handled. Just like with Boyland, she knew what she needed to do. Y/N trusted her to do the right thing then. And she trusted her now.


“How’s everything in there?” Spencer said, leaning over from the driver’s side of the car to look out her window. “Jessica okay?”

“Yea,” she said, opening the passenger’s side door and giving him a peck on the lips. “She’s all good. She’s even got a filing system in there now that puts my system to shame.” Spencer looked on in surprise. Y/N was a neat freak and a perfectionist, so for her to say that Jessica outdid her was a lot.

“Do you think you’re going to come back as often?” he asked, pulling away from the curb and back toward’s their apartment building. 

Even though they’d only been dating for about two months when she was taken by Boyland, the whole ordeal made Spencer realize just how much she meant to him and he’d asked her to move in with him. “Probably not,” she said, “she’s got it covered and I’ve got a new job now. I did tell her to call me if she needed my help though.

“She’ll be fine,” Spencer replied confidently as he turned onto their street. “You trained her well.”

“I’d like to think so.”


After walking upstairs into their apartment, Spencer turned to her and grabbed her hand, spinning her around the room and dancing in place. “So how do you think you’re settling into your new position?” he asked playfully. “The people are nice? The work is interesting?”

“Definitely,” she smiled, grabbing him by the waist as they danced their way into the kitchen. “It’s very different, but I’m enjoying it and my co-workers are great.”

“Fantastic,” he said, pulling her towards the bedroom. “For now, no more work talk.” With a smoothness she wasn’t accustomed to from him, he shrugged his suit jacket off outside the bedroom door and turned the door handle, leading her inside. He loved having her next to him as they fell asleep every night. They may not have been dating for long, but he didn’t care; he’d found the person he loved and never wanted to be without her. “Only sex talk.”

“Yessss,” she said, happily pumping her fists in the air while Spencer pulled her shirt off over her head. It had been a long day, but he needed her and she needed him. Her hands cradled his neck as he lowered her to the bed, gliding down slowly against the sinewy muscles of his chest. It was only a month or so ago that his bruise from that day had finally faded away. She placed her hand over his heart and he brought her up to the head of the bed, at which point she rolled him over she could lay flush against him. She hadn’t noticed that a thin veil of tears had formed against her eyes.

“You okay?” he asked. 

She pressed her lips against his. “I’m fine. I just keep remembering that day, and what you did for me. You almost died.” Under her fingertips, she could remember the massive purple bruise that had formed after he’d taken the bullet. “I just love you a lot is all.”

“I love you too. And I’d do it again.”

After divesting themselves of the rest of their clothes, she ground her pelvis into his, teasing him ever so slightly until neither of them could take it anymore - it didn’t take long. He reached down to place himself at her entrance, but she did the rest, sliding onto his length and lying against him. She was in the mood for slow, lazy lovemaking. Even in this position, completely flush against him, they both found that they couldn’t get close enough. He wrapped his arms around her back, reaching for her hair and balling it on top of her head as they devoured each other.

“Oh god, Y/N,” he breathed, his head falling back into the pillow as she rolled her hips against his. With her right hand, she reached down, grazing it over his balls as she rode him. Grabbing her left hand, he placed it on the side of his neck and begged her to take him harder. They were both so close. “Fuck me.”

“Ah, fuck,” she cried, trembling as the waves started to roll through her. “I love you.” She collapsed onto him as his own orgasm crested and came to shore. As he spilled himself into her, she slipped her tongue into his mouth, fucking him with her tongue while he rode out his high. “That was amazing…and…”

“Necessary,” he chuckled softly. “Yea, it was. And I love you. So much.” She rolled to the side, coming to nestle herself in his embrace. She enjoyed being the little spoon and he was a cuddler, so he made a great big spoon. “Ready for work in the morning?”

“Yea,” she sighed, her eyes becoming heavy with sleep. “Especially after that. I’ll sleep like a baby.” She craned her head back and puckered her lips against his. “Night, baby.”


The next morning, they both got ready and headed to work. After all she’d been through, she’d realized she had a gift for working with victims. It was difficult sure, but she had a knack for it and she was stronger than she’d given herself credit for. For some reason, she knew exactly what to do to keep herself safe and keep others out of harm’s way. 

That’s why when Hotch approached her with the possibility of joining the BAU, she jumped on it. They didn’t have anyone on the team with a medical background, so she added to the team something they didn’t already have. She meant what she’d told Spencer the night before - her co-workers were great. She loved them before she started. 

“Coffee?” Spencer asked, placing her favorite specialty drink on the table. Peppermint mocha - it didn’t matter how warm it was out, peppermint mocha was everything. “I figured you should have a special drink today considering you’re officially a member of the team now.” After accepting the role, she’d needed to pass quite a few tests, marksmanship, psychological, especially after her ordeal with Boyland, but she’d passed them with flying colors and today was the day that Hotch could officially welcome her to the team.

She smiled as she picked up her coffee, accepting Hotch’s handshake. “Welcome to the team, Y/N.”

“Thanks, Hotch,” she replied, taken aback when Garcia slapped her hands against her face in surprise. “What is it Garcia? You knew I was gonna pass right? If you doubted me I might have to hurt you.” She only squealed and pointed behind Y/N’s back, causing her to turn around and see Spencer, on one knee, with a velvet box in his hand. “Oh my god.”

“Yes, it is what you think it is,” he said with a smile, reaching out his hand and bringing her toward him. As she looked around, she saw the surprise on some faces and not on others. JJ and Morgan knew - she knew it. The rest of them had no idea. “So just shut up and listen or I’m not going to be able to get this out.”

“You can’t tell me to shut up,” she laughed, bringing her hand to her mouth as she started to cry. “But go ahead.”

“If someone had asked me a year ago, whether or not I thought I would be madly in love with the obnoxious medical examiner, I would’ve laughed and said no freaking way, but I am. And when I got that call from you that day, and heard how scared you were, I knew I would’ve done anything to trade places with you. Unfortunately I couldn’t, but, if you let me, I will be there every day for the rest of our lives. So,” he said, looking up at her with tears in his eyes, “Y/N, Will you marry me?”

As she looked down into his eyes, she started to sob. “Yes,” she cried, laughing as the rest of the team applauded. Garcia was also sobbing, waving her hands in front of her face in an attempt to dry the tears. But they kept flowing. “Yes. Then we get to piss each other off for the rest of our lives.”

“That’s the plan,” he said. He stood up and placed the ring on her finger as she kissed him. “I found the person I want to annoy for the rest of my life.”

                                                    —THE END—

Glances: Ravus Nox Fleuret SFW HCs

Some random university AU headcanons I base my characterization of Ravus in Glances on.

  • Ravus is usually seen in a suit in public.
  • He loves a variety of different specialty coffee drinks: Latte, cappuccino, macchiato etc. and he decides the day’s coffee on a whim.
  • He doesn’t admit it, but the campus cafe serving good coffee was a major factor in his decision to stay and teach in Insomnia.
  • ‎Ravus is a lowkey workaholic; he learned it from his mother.
  • ‎He appreciates more the work he could do, than actually spending time off. Besides, what would he do on his free time anyway? He isn’t the type to hang out with friends, which he really doesn’t have in Insomnia.
  • ‎When he wants to relax, he enjoys a glass of wine and a good book. He ‎reads mostly biographies and memoirs, just about anything but fiction.
  • ‎Poetry is an exception to this.
  • ‎Ravus is intelligent and good at what he does. Some wonder why he is wasting that brain and talent by teaching at the university.
  • ‎He actually likes teaching. Not the students, but teaching.
  • ‎He doesn’t play favorites in class. He hates everyone equally. If you ask from his students, he’s a dick.
  • ‎If Ravus complains about his students to you, you know he considers you his most trusted friend. So far only Aranea holds this badge.
  • ‎He has difficulties and no actual interest in making friends. People can like or hate him, he doesn’t care.
  • ‎He often comes off as grumpy.
  • ‎Ravus is always polite in professional dealings and takes good care of his part of the family-company relations.
  • ‎He likes to talk about his research with someone with the required level of understanding of the subject.
  • ‎Ravus is really a hopeless romantic inside – deep inside.
  • ‎He turned down his mother’s proposition of an arranged marriage.
  • ‎He has some experience on relationships, but has never really been in love. Most women have turned out to be too superficial or just interested in his wealth. This has made him somewhat cynical when it comes to meeting new people in a romantic sense.
  • ‎He thinks romance and courting should be done “properly”.
  • ‎Gentleman in the streets, the sweetest, most indulging vanilla lover in the sheets.
  • ‎Ravus grew up without a father and their mother was always busy with the company, so he practically raised Luna.
  • ‎He would do anything for his sister.
  • ‎Trust fund kid, but doesn’t act like it at all.
  • ‎Okay, maybe he was an asshole as a teenager, but at least he kept mostly to himself.
  • ‎Due to his place of birth and research, flowers hold a special meaning to Ravus. Especially Sylleblossoms that grow in fields near his home in Tenebrae.
  • I like to call him the Flower Prince™.
Surprise - Luke

I wrote this super early in the morning so please be nice - send requests - let me know what you think

The house was quiet when I got home. Cliché as it is, it was definitely too quiet for a house that I know has at least 4 grown boys and a multitude of gaming and musical equipment. Since they had gotten back from the last tour, most ‘hangout days’ are at Luke and my house since there are no parents to bother here.

“Guys?” I tried. I’ll admit that it came out a little timid, I was kind of scared.

“Luke?” I took a step further towards the light switch. It’s odd that they had the lights off too; I didn’t know they knew how to turn them off.  As I reach for the switch, someone else hits it for me.

“SURPRISE!” everyone yells and I stumble back. Luke catches me before I trip over the small step we have from the landing.

“JIMINY CRICKET! YOU ASSHOLES KNOW I DON’T LIKE SURPRISES!”  My defense mode tells me to hold my hand over my face before trying to hide my embarrassment and recover from the near fall.

“You okay?”  Luke whispers, concern written on his face.

“You know I don’t like surprises” I look him in the eye and I can see he is disappointed.

“I know, I just thought that maybe this one would be fun. See, we made it camping themed and we even have a fire set to go out back and tents and everything.” I know he didn’t get the reaction he wanted but he was still trying.

“So you were listening when I said I wanted to go camping then?” I give him a genuine smile.

“I always listen” he says but I hear laughter behind him. The other 3 were waiting patiently to give me a hug and rolling their eyes at Luke.

“I like it guys, surprises are just…” I try to figure out the right way to say it.

“Too much for the anxiety?” Ash says softly. I smile and look down, they all know that he is right.

“We are sorry, love. We just thought it would be a fun way to say thanks for putting up with us all the time.” Michael says, putting his arms around me.

“Did you at least get booze and snacks?” I laugh.

Ashton headed to the counter excitedly to list off the specialty drinks he had planned. One that is supposed to taste like s’mores and one that has a smoky flavor to play off the fire and ….you get the hint. Luke leads me to the back where the tents were set and the fire was ready to be lit. Calum took the lighter in his hands before I stepped in front of him. 

“I don’t think so champ” I tease before looking down at the drink in his hand. Maybe let the person who actually goes camping start it.” Everyone laughs as Calum pouts and hands over the lighter. 

“Fine” he grumbles. I start the fire and chairs are arranged to accommodate the group of 10 that we have around. Throughout the night, Ashton kept on top of the fire and Calum made sure everyone had a drink. Luke kept by my side until we started to play Cards Against Humanity because he didn’t want me to see his cards. 

“I can’t believe you convinced me to sleep in a tent” Michael grumbles to Luke.

“We’ve slept in worse places” he reminds him. “Plus, this is for Y/N. Think of all the stuff she has done for us and you will realize that one night in a tent isn’t anywhere payment enough for it.” I see Michael connecting what Luke had said and opened his mouth before shutting it again. “Good choice” Luke says when Michael stays quiet.

Hours had gone by before I realized that it was nearly 3 am. With no neighbors around, it is hard to tell when you are out too late but when I lay my head on Luke’s shoulder, Ashton laughs. 

“Maybe it’s time we hit the hay” he says, holding up his hand. 3:13, I’m thinking Y/N is ready.” When I open my eyes (I hadn’t realized I even closed them), everyone was looking in my direction. Luke takes my hand and leads me to the tent where we cuddled together under the sleeping bag he opened up.

“Did you have fun?” he asked me, concern again clear.

“I had a wonderful time babe. No phones and no computers, just me and my friends. It was perfect. “

“Minus the surprise?”

“Even the surprise.” I smile a huge smile before leaning my head on his chest. I can feel his sigh of relief and comfort. After a few minutes of silence I start to doze off into the warmth of Luke’s body before I feel him shift, his lips touch the top of my head and he sighs.

“I hope you know how much I love you. I want you here” he whispers and his grip tightens slightly. I know he didn’t intend for me to hear it but I did and my heart tightens knowing how much he means it. I don’t reply but cuddle in closer, burying my face in his chest.  “So much.”

The signs as quotes from my friend Ash

Aries: if i was a ninja my specialty would be drinking a beer every time someone would tell me to do something

Taurus: if i was a dog i would watch cartoons all day and sit on the remote so nobody could change it

Gemini: i know what bae is. im ccool.

Cancer: shrimp baby needs some shrimp

Leo: just an old sweaty cowboy now

Virgo: waaaaaaagh hate to get third degree burns and get taken to the salt hospital where they treat every injury by dipping you in a vat of salt

Libra: i hate whispering if someone whispers to me it creeps me out.. talk in a perfectly normal tone or go tojail. thats hte law

Scorpio: what if u woke up one morn and there was a rotting man half comin out of a painting cause its an evil ghost but he couldnt get all the way out of the painting because the sun came out.. would u freak

Sagittarius: role play yeah like wrapping myself in a role of plastic wrap and saying “oooh hope a big spider doesnt come and eat me”

Capricorn: i like the ratio of Beard Dudes to normal people in the room. thats a place i gotta find so i can hang out

Aquarius: cant report me to the moderators if im reciting the words to a magic spell

Pisces: i got ejected from the cannibal church for pissing on a naked anime girl can you believe it


“Magic Mike” creator Channing Tatum speaks with cancer survivors Toni Lee and Tammy Rosen about the specialty pink drink TLC. The drink, featuring Tatum’s Born & Bred vodka, is served at all Station Casinos hotel-casinos as part of the American Cancer Society’s Breast Cancer Awareness Month campaign in October.

anonymous asked:

i don't get why the Pepsi thing is funny am I missing something

it’s because usually when you ask for “the most popular/best thing on the menu” you typically expect it to be some specialty food/drink that the restaurant makes. Pepsi/Coke is literally one of the most common drinks in eating establishments, you can find it anywhere so Jimin was just like “oh” lmao