they were my otp before i knew what an otp was

OT3 goodness
  • We specifically bought this mini-van instead of a car because it has three seats in the font but now all we do is argue about who gets to sit in the middle
  • Our group chat is mostly just Person A serenading the both of us with song lyrics and dirty messages oh my god this fucking dork…oh shit now I’m kinda aroused one of you fuckers meet me for lunch asap
  • We all tried to spit our toothpaste in the sink at the same time and ended up banging our heads together and communicating in unintelligible noises due to having too much fucking toothpaste in our mouths oh my god will one you just spit first I’m so tired I want to go to bed
  • Person A always sleeps in the middle because they are the smallest but that also means that sometimes they end up like a whole half of the way down the bed by morning and more than once now we’ve both been terrified we accidentally suffocated them in the night
  • Person B is literally so fucking ticklish and we tickle-attack them so often that we think they might actually secretly hate us and have plans to leave us
  • Your parents are super supportive of our relationship which is really nice but every year your mom knits us three matching Christmas sweaters and we have no choice but to wear them and now the entire extended family knows we’re all together and it can get kinda awkward at times but oh well I love you both so much, hey Person A show us your childhood bedroom
  • I SWEAR I HAVEN’T WORN A PAIR OF MY OWN UNDERWEAR IN OVER A YEAR THERE IS JUST SO MUCH FUCKING UNDERWEAR IN THIS HOUSEHOLD GODDAMN
  • You and I were innocently making out but then I got aroused and so did you but we knew Person C would be home literally any minute so we just decided to wait for them at which point they walked through the door and took one look at our faces and realized exactly what was going on before sighing at us disappointingly and taking off their shirt
  • You two are such trouble-makers and I am literally cleaning up after you 24/7 please be adults for like one second and no both of you simultaneously smothering me in neck kisses isn’t going to make me less mad….but carry on anyways

anonymous asked:

I'm so glad Kirishima is getting so much spotlight, he really deserves it!!!! And it looks like hes gonna get more, since hes in the main group along with Deku, Uraraka and Tsuyu. I;m so hyped!!!

Honestly!!!!!!!!!!! That’s one interesting group tbh, Kirishima and Tsuyu’s interactions are always incredibly adorable to watch and seeing Kirishima interact for so long with pure and good people is gonna be hard on my heart (I mean, you know I’m 100% a bakusquad fan but they’re all at least in part assholes and Kiri fits with them just right, he can be just like Sero and Kaminari and I love it, but then his interactions with Amajiki have been so pure can you imagine an arc filled with that I’m already crying)

I just hope my other faves won’t completely disappear through this arc haha sigh

Anon said: So which Kacchan quote do you like best “Die your bacteria fucks, dieee!” or “BRING YOUR DAMN TRASH TO ME”?

LMAO SORRY ANON BUT MY FAVE GOTTA BE

WHAT A GODDAMN DISASTER THIS BOY IS

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SHE’S SO FREAKING PROUD AND JUST LOVES THEM SO MUCH AND OMFG HEADCANON ACCEPTED. HE CALLS HER FIRST OF ALL THE MEN TO TELL HER. AND ROY HEARS SECOND AND IS SO OFFEND AND SHE JUST SMILES

“I can’t believe Fullmetal told you before he told me,” Roy huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the informal wedding invitation his captain had dropped on his desk. The golden letters read, “formal invitation to follow.”

A rare teasing smile touched Riza’s lips. “Are you really surprised, sir? You always were at odds with him. If I didn’t know you two better I’d be shocked he invited you at all.”

Roy stood and crossed the office to the window, staring absently at the rapidly darkening street below. He was silent for a time, the quiet permeating the otherwise empty office, until: “How long ago did he tell you,” he asked pointedly. 

Riza watched his back warily, knowing that he’d be offended if he knew the truth. Still, it wasn’t in her to lie to him. “He told me during his layover in the West, on his way out of Amestris last year.”

Roy whipped around to stare at her wide-eyed. “He proposed to her last year,” he yelped indignantly. “But that means,” Roy counted back mentally, “he was barely eighteen!”

“Yes, sir. I’m glad you can still count,” she replied dryly.

He shook his head in disbelief before returning to his chair with an irritated sigh. He ran his fingers through his hair, then laughed hollowly. “How is it that Fullmetal is getting married when I was still in the military academy at his age?”

A trickle of sadness slid down Riza’s spine as she watched the subtle shift in her General’s expression. The disgruntled pinch in his brow gave way to something softer, more akin to regret, and the shimmer in his onyx eyes dulled.

“If it’s any consolation, sir, you were somewhat deprived of the opportunity before the war,” she offered. Right away she knew the words were a mistake as anguish flashed across Roy’s face. He shot her an affronted look, not bothering to mask his emotions in the absence of their other subordinates, but did not reply.

Riza wanted to tear herself away, to snatch her words back from the air and shove them in the trash along with every other thing she wished she could say to him. Instead, she stood by the desk with her spine ramrod straight, feeling the weight of the silence that wedged itself into the narrow space that separated her from the General. It settled on her shoulders and curled up in her lungs as she exhaled every unspoken promise that laid beside her each night.

It was a rapping on the office door that broke Riza’s destructive train of thought. She refocused on the general as his head snapped up from its resting place in his hands. He straightened in his seat and jerked his chin towards the door.

Riza strode stiffly across the room and poked her head into the outer office. A mousy sergeant saluted her, a stack of letters tucked under her left arm. Riza took the papers and thanked her quietly before withdrawing back into the room.

As she sifted through the new mail, Edward’s surprisingly neat handwriting caught her eye, and she frowned at the words staring back at her:

Brigadier General Roy Mustang and Captain Riza Hawkeye
Office #379
East City Headquarters

Riza’s brow furrowed at the oddness of the addressee line as she opened the letter and read. She gasped as her eyes slid across the paper and by the end of the letter her stomach was bubbling with apprehension and excitement.

“Captain, what is it?” Riza looked up and smiled broadly at Roy’s confused expression.

“Edward has requested that we participate in the wedding proceedings,” she said, feeling pride welling up in her chest. “He would be honored if you would walk Winry down the aisle, sir.” Roy’s black eyes widened, his jaw going slack as he stared at her in shock.

“He wants me to act as the father of the bride,” he said incredulously.

“Yes, sir. He said it was Winry’s request.” She hesitated before continuing, heat beginning to rise in her cheeks. “She also requested that I fill the role of mother of the bride.”

Roy started laughing then, his shoulders shaking with amusement. When he caught his breath he leaned forward in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eye, and said, “Write him back that we accept his offer. Tomorrow you and I will need to pick up a chess set; Fullmetal seems to have taken an interest.”

anonymous asked:

Do you have any expecting parents/parents with a newborn aus? Thank you in advance~~

aaaa yes!! these are my favourite kind of AUs to be honest :P

  • “seriously? you want to name our child that?!? it’s like you want them to be bullied!!”
    • “says you! jeez, on what planet would that ever be a good name?”
  • listen, i’m really excited to have this baby with them but if they ask me about what colour the baby’s crib should be, i am actually going to throw myself out a window.
  • “here, hold them.”
    “you’re gonna break the world when you’re older, you don’t know it yet but you will.”
  • “it’s your turn, go on.”
    “they’re your child before four o’clock in the morning.”
    • “fine, fine, fine. rock, paper, scissors to see who has to go calm down the baby.”
      “glad that we’re dealing with this like adults.”
  • “why is it now that we have a child everyone suddenly wants to hang out with us like, we never talk to them!!”
  • i knew it was a bad idea to buy the crib from ikea
    • “I’M AN ADULT I SHOULD BE ABLE TO DO THIS, I’VE BEEN DEFEATED BY A PIECE OF FURNITURE”
      • “…you were reading it upside down.”
  • we woke up in the middle of the night to someone knocking on the door, we opened the door to find a baby lying in a crib on our doorstep with nothing but a note that read; ‘take care of them, please.’ i guess we have a baby now???
    • “there’s a raging storm outside! we can’t just leave them out there!”
  • …were you aware that our baby could fly?
  • our newborn child has been really ill for a couple weeks and you’ve been really worried. luckily, we took them to the doctors and everything’s fine. yet despite it being nearly a week since we went to the doctors, you’ve slept beside the crib every night.
  • the obligatory “my-kid’s-better-than-yours” au
  • our kid is only a year old but they already rule the household and every single aspect of our lives
  • honestly, being married to you was bad enough but when we got a kid i was hoping you’d grow up a little, just maybe…now they’re two kids in the house
  • “i’m sorry, there’s nothing we could do.”
    “…i want to see my child.”
    “i..i highly advise against that.”
    • “correction: we want to see our child.”
      • “you would’ve grown up to be the best kid in the world…maybe it was too much to ask for.”
        “they’re so…beautiful but, the world will never know.”
        • “yeah…they’re still a mess and to be honest so am i. we … tried so hard to have a child and i don’t know if i - we - could ever go through that again.”
  • what the fuck is a baby shower?????
  • “you know, i’m kind of surprised your child isn’t seriously injured at this point with you two being their parents.”
    “haha, yeah…yet.”
  • my child is more talented than me and they’re only two years old.
  • “the scans have just come through and it’s been revealed that we were wrong. you’re not having a baby…you’re having two! congratulations!”
    • “TWINS????”
  • you’re so excited about getting our baby but, what if i let them down? being a parent is a big responsibility and i don’t know if i’m ready. but, i haven’t told you that i’m going to this support group either and i just hope this blows over before the baby arrives…
  • we left you to babysit our kid for literally three hours, what happened?!?

this is a weird post, it suddenly got very sad and angsty towards the middle…oops!!

hope these helped!

- jess

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His accent 🙈

Nico’s originally from Italy, so I can imagine him having the accent still. Even though he was in the casino for a while, he was still around Bianca a lot, and she would *certainly* have an accent. That means there’s a chance that Nico would retain at least a part of his.

Of course, it’s watered down thanks to living in America for so long. But that said, I believe that it’s there in the rare moments he’s excited and off guard. He’ll start speaking with an adorable Italian accent, his eyes sparkling with energy that he hasn’t had in years. He’ll laugh and not even notice that people would stare.

Or, even better, he’d slip into Italian without even noticing. He’d be in a conversation with someone and get super excited. Then, in the middle of the conversation, would switch languages. He’d be smiling and continue with whatever he was saying, but it would be in Italian. The other person, in response, would either look very confused causing Nico to notice his mistake and grow quiet and embarrassed therefore ruining the moment, or would go along with it.

Imagine:

Will sat under the shade of a tree with Nico. It was a nice, sunny day. There was a breeze, so it was chillier than Will preferred it, but it didn’t seem to bother Nico thanks to his jacket. Will loved being outside, and Nico loved the shadows, so the shade of a tree on a sunny day was the perfect scenario for both boys.

They weren’t doing much at the moment, just sitting in silence and enjoying each other’s company. Nico wasn’t one for talking, but with his hand entwined with Will’s, there was no doubt in the blonde’s mind that the other boy cared.

“Hobbies.” Nico said, seemingly out of the blue.

If Will had been anybody else, he would have thought Nico’s comment was of no value; was something random that could be brushed off. But Will knew better than that. The comment was just part of the game that him and Nico played. Ever since the incident that had brought them together [A/N: see the first chapter of my new Solangelo fic], Nico had actually put somewhat of an effort into who he was.

Mysteriously, he still couldn’t answer the three questions that Will had asked in the beginning.

Will chuckled lightly, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand. “Hobbies… reading, archery, and soccer.”

“Soccer?” Nico questioned, turning his head to look at Will. “You play a sport?”

“Used to.” Will explained to him. “Since becoming a year-rounder here at camp, I haven’t played at all. I kind of miss it.”

Will caught a small glint of curiosity in Nico’s eye, as if he were about to ask another question. He opened his mouth, but it was gone as soon as it came, the question seemingly dying in his throat. He closed his mouth as calmly and as stoically as everything he did.

“Now it’s your turn, Nico.” Will told him expectantly. “Let me here about what you do in your free-time.”

Nico sighed heavily. The stony expression on his face looked strained, as if he were debating a life or death decision. Even though he knew that couldn’t be the case, it made Will’s heart beat just a little quicker with worry.

Nico looked down at the grass, picking at it with his free hand. “I used to be really into Mythomagic.”

“Mythomagic…” Will repeated. That name rung a bell in his mind, but he was having trouble placing where he had heard it. When it struck him, he smiled. “Mythomagic. Isn’t that Trading Card Game? Sort of like Magic: The Gathering?”

“And like Pokémon.” Nico said, sounding tired. “I’ve heard it all, and yes - it is a TCG.”

Will laughed at Nico. “So your a secret dork, huh? You into video games and anime too?”

Nico looked back at the ground again. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. Your point is?”

Will shrugged. “I don’t know, but I adore this new secret part of you.”

He meant to be endearing, but Nico looked just as upset and embarrassed as he always did when Will started to pry. Why Nico had let Will get anything out of him if it made him feel so bad, the blonde medic would never know. But he *did* know that he had to make Nico feel better, even though he had been the one to start the conversation about hobbies.

“Tell me more about it.” Will told him. Nico looked up at him, confused. “Mythomagic, that is. I know of it, but I don’t know much about it. Could you please explain it to me?”

Nico obliged. He tentatively began to explain the rules of the game. Will followed along, although it started getting a bit complicated. Nico kept looking up at him, then back at the ground as he talked. He seemed almost frightened to be discussing it.

Then, something amazing happened.

When he was done explaining the rules, he branched off. His voice was a couple pitches higher and he let go off Will’s hand. Normally, that would have been a bad sign. Nico receding back into himself was a silent warning sign his boyfriend would give him. But this time, he released Will’s hand to be able to talk with his hands.

His arms were flying just as fast as his words. Will had never heard Nico say something that hadn’t been thought through. This was a new sight. There was a sparkle in Nico’s eye that Will had never seen there before. A smile graced the boy’s face, and his voice reverberated with energy.

He began recounting stories and experiences of the game, laughing as he did so. Will had never heard anything as carefree and beautiful as Nico’s laugh. The pale boy talked about the game like Nico never talked about anything: with child-like excitement. It was free, and it was fun.

And as he spoke, Will heard Nico’s voice take on a slight change. Slowly but surely, an Italian accent overtook his words. It was adorable and innocent, the latter having never been a word to use with Nico. He looked at home, with the sunny day and Italian accent, as if the casino had never took home from him.

And then he completely lost Will. Nico’s words came out completely in Italian, and the boy didn’t even seem to notice. He just kept talking as if he were still speaking basic English. His eyes sparkled even more when he changed languages. Now, Nico seemed truly at home. He seemed truly comfortable; he looked comfortable in a way that Will knew he would never be able to make him.

Even though Will had no idea what Nico was saying, he didn’t interrupt. He simply enjoyed seeing his boyfriend so uncharacteristically happy. He let Nico have his moment of happiness and freedom. He seemed to be enjoying himself so much, Will wouldn’t dare interrupt him to break it to him. He was too cute and too happy.

Will was pretty sure he loved Nico even more after that afternoon.

Operation OTP

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

                                                                —-

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

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

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

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

                                                               —-

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                                              —-

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

M: These two are getting on my last nerve.

JJ: Why?

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

M: Exactly.

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

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

M: Books.

G: Coffee.

E: Chocolate.

JJ: Star Wars.

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

E: Agreed.

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

JJ: How the hell do you know that?

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

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

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

G: I know you do, baby.

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

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

JJ: Smh

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

                                                             —-

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

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

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

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

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

                                                            —-

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

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

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

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

                                                           —-

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

“Ship?” he asked bewildered. 

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

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

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

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

                                                          —-

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

“Wait?” Morgan said. “Those sneaky…”

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

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

Steve and Bucky are broken...till they’re not

They’re kind of a mess when they start back up: Bucky’s out of cryo, and he hates himself so much, but he’s so tired of fighting – he can give up on this one thing, and let himself have life with Steve again. Steve can’t remember how to be happy, can’t really believe that Bucky’s really home: Steve’s grieved him and loved him and lost him so much. 

There’s so much guilt between them – the century of blood and death and torture stretching back behind them. It was easy, being childhood sweethearts – they had a softer love, back then, before they’d ever had to kill to keep it. Now it’s this burning thing that scorched through decades of ice, and some days they’re so desperate for each other that the kisses are like breathing, and some days – their fights are sullen, vicious things. 

Bucky hates the way Steve loves him like a martyr – like he’d put up with anything to have Bucky near, and never say a word. Steve hates the way that Bucky runs, when things are too much, disappears for days or weeks on end before he comes back home. 

But the two of them – they’ve always been too damn stubborn to break. There’s one conversation in the kitchen, charged and too tense – failure is not an option, they agree. If anything proves that people can change, it’s the two of them. 

It’s hard fucking work. Steve makes himself say things instead of bottling them up. Bucky, when he’s got that frantic itch to escape, makes himself stay, makes himself talk about it and ask for the comfort or space that he needs. He tells Steve about the self-loathing. Steve tells him about the numbness. They practice finding things that make them happy, together. 

It doesn’t happen overnight. Un-learning and learning is a process, and Bucky will always be all Steve has left, and Steve will always be the reason Bucky broke through seventy damn years of brainwashing. They’ll always be a little bit too much, too bright, too intertwined. 

But if that kind of love’s a loaded gun, they learn to use it. Steve’s gentle with Bucky in a way that Bucky can never, ever be gentle with himself. Bucky makes Steve take the damn world off his shoulders sometimes. They talk about the guilt, about the feelings of unworthiness, about living in bodies so profoundly changed by the strange courses of their lives. 

And the day comes when they realize – maybe they’re still messes, individually, but they’re damn sure not a mess together. What they’ve got is honest; it’s mutually-supportive, and affectionate, and full of love, love, love, love, love. It’s nights curled up on the couch with takeout, pausing what they were watching just to talk; it’s reverent kisses and whispered sweet everythings; it’s trips to the beach to play in the water like kids; it makes their hard times easier and their good times better – and most of all, it’s forever. 

exhausted

I feel like i’m a broken record at this point, so I just need to make a really long post about Bughead so i can effectively put all my thoughts out there. 

Hi, let me introduce myself. My name is Kiley and i’m addicted to bughead. Bughead: Mixture of the names Betty and Jughead. A beautiful ship of understanding and care between two beautiful people. 

“She can appreciate his moodiness and his darkness because she has that within her as well.” - Lili Reinhart

“Jughead was this character that was very much searching for- yaknow a comfort and companionship in other people and uh, he ended up finding that within this super nurturing, care taking, loving figure that Betty Cooper has become.” “It’s something deeper and more romantic then I think people are going to expect- which is nice.” - Cole Sprouse

 All of the things I have been seeing in the Bughead tag are these:

1. Asexual Jughead complaints 

2. People talking about no chemistry

3. People complaining about it being too soon

4. Pure hatred and disgusting comments about Bughead shippers or just the ship in general.

Opinion on 1: *clears throat* So. I can understand why people want the asexual representation and are upset. It would be interesting/amazing to see the sexuality played out on screen and it would be so lovely for the asexual people to see someone with their sexuality on tv. BUT- Cole Sprouse has said that he does not believe they are going that route with this version of Jughead, yes, VERSION. There are different version of Jughead, until the most recent version of Jughead, there was no CANON asexual Jughead. I believe if the creators of the show want to make him not asexual (or asexual) then they should. (And don’t attack me for saying this please because I literally have said an asexual Juggie would be amazing.) My point is, they already have said his character is not asexual, so arguing and being mad about it is honestly like speaking to a brick wall because it most likely is not going to change. 

I have heard though that next season Jughead could find out that he is asexual (because he is supposed to be 15-16) and I think that would be cool seeing as Lili said “Betty and Jugheads relationship as it progresses is really quite beautiful and they’re very supportive to one another.” which in my head would work so well with Jughead coming out as asexual to her.

OFF TO OPINION ON 2: I mean you can have the opinion that they have no chemistry, but literally before episode 6 I got the strongest vibes off of them both just from short glances they shared. When Jughead put his hand on Betty’s shoulder in episode 5 I believe when Grandma Blossom scared them- to me it came off like ‘Protective Jughead is being protective without being too protective to make Betty think I don’t like her’. ALSO, if Bughead wasn’t written since the beginning someone literally has to tell Cole because I think he always thought Jughead was in love with her. He stares SO intensely at Betty and it’s like you can see the gears turning in his head, making me wonder what he is thinking about while looking at her. Probably “Wow Betty 10/10 hope Alice Cooper doesn’t stab me to death.”

The chemistry is ALSO SO FUCKING STRONG because they can share single glances and just KNOW what the other is trying to say. The breakfast table scene. The lunch table scene. The Home For Troubled Youth scene where she looks back at him in the hallway. LIKE I JUST CANT. Maybe I am just delusional but I hope I am not and someone notices the things I do.

Opinion on 3: OKAY THIS. THIS. I have a strong opinion on this. Like my own little head canon until it is addressed. I believe that Jughead has had a crush on Betty for a while but he could never say anything because he knew how she felt about Archie. Archie was his best friend and he didn’t want to intrude on something between Betty and Archie potentially.BUT- he probably heard about what happened between Archie and Betty and realizes that he can slowly start to show his emotions now (obviously not forcing them onto her but gently nudging them her way to let her know because he knows she is trying to get over Archie still). Betty and Jughead have known each other since childhood, so to them it definitely isn’t random or too soon. For some people who do not see it my way, please just realize we only have been looking in on their life for 6 episodes. But their lives were going on before the show, and we don’t know the things that went on in their lives  before (other than what we hear and future flashbacks hopefully.) Cool? Cool. 

Opinion on 4: I have no opinion besides, I’m disappointed. I’m not gonna return your hate with more hate because that’s not how I work. But thanks for calling me names for something I ship and assuming you know everything about me :) 

On another note, I have something to say. I think it’s funny how because it’s Bughead everyone is mad and triggered but I feel like if Jarchie happened, everyone would forget about their arguments most likely and no fighting would be happening. But I mean, Obviously it wouldn’t be hated on because some representation is being spread- BUT it still would be taking away his asexuality so I feel like everyone is lowkey a hypocrite. AND NO I am not saying everyone who is anti-bughead wouldn’t feel the same towards Jarchie as they feel towards Bughead, but I have noticed a lot of people who are against Bughead and using the arguement of asexual Jughead, also ship Jarchie.. just my thoughts. 

OKAY LOVE MY LITTLE BUGHEAD FAMILY XX <3 PEACE and BUG 

An Unorthodox Proposal

Written for OTP Idea #370 on @otpismsYour OTP only getting married for tax benefits. Also inspired by the story hoʻokāne by Siria (which is great and everyone should go read).

Fandom: Hawaii Five-0 (2010)
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Rating: T (only for language)
Word Count: 1520
Notes: Set after 7.18, so some spoilers for the latest episode. For the purposes of this story, Steve and Danny are conveniently single.

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Solace (Part 4)

Series: Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Pairing: Baekhyun x You (ft. Jongdae O.O)

Genre: Fluff/Smut ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Word Count: 3.5k

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A/n: Yeet, here’s part four guys, (I had to repost this since i deleted it thinking that no one liked it but that was really stupid and dumb bc solace is getting a lot of love from you guys <3) I hope you guys will continue supporting moi and our exo addiction. Feel free to leave me a Lil ol’ message on the toombler, Oh yea, here’s some PG smut for all of y’all pervs. 


The scent of coffee beans wafted through the air as you entered the café to meet your friends. The gentle murmur of voices could be heard above the churning sound of the coffee machine as it worked to produce the hot steaming liquid beloved of the customers. From afar, you could hear the effortlessly professional and melodious voice of Baekhyun taking orders at the storefront. You looked at him, only to find him furiously typing away the customer’s order into the cash register.  

The coffee shop had become your regular hangout ever since Baekhyun entered your friend circle. As you took your seat, you were immediately bombarded with questions by Chanyeol and Jongin. Both endlessly pestering you with questions about if you were going to their fraternity’s “end of the semester” party. You were annoyed at how insistent they were every single semester, even though you rarely went.

Every semester, the frat holds a party for around 200 drunken underage students, all of whom, are crammed into a dance floor taking shots of cheap liquor while EDM or hip hop plays in the background. Everyone is doing one out of the following four things: grinding, playing beer pong, smoking weed, or getting laid upstairs. Outside of the frat house, a pledge stands outside making sure that everyone who enters is either an attractive female or a friend of one of the brothers.

“I just don’t understand why I have to come,” you said as you rolled your eyes at Chanyeol who was still trying to convince you to come.

“Because you need to loosen up and get over Sehun,“ Jongin said as he glared at you, “I’m being serious, Y/N. You need to get back out there.”

Hyojin reached across the table and held onto your hand that was fiddling with the menu sensing your discomfort. You felt a sudden rush of tears and mentally cursed yourself for being too weak.

“It’s just really hard, you know? It’s not easy to just get over it,” you saw your vision become blurry as you furiously blinked to get rid of any tears threatening to come out. Sehun was really a dickhead and all of your friends knew that he didn’t deserve you.

“I understand that it’s not easy but you have to at least try,” Hyojin gently reminded you. She had been there for you when Sehun cheated on you. The two of you had been together for a year and she found out he was cheating on her with his ex-girlfriend, Irene. That was 3 months ago and you were still hung up over it.

“What about Baekhyun?” Chanyeol pointed his chin towards Baekhyun with an allusive smile, “I’m pretty sure he’ll enjoy your company.”

Jongin hummed in agreement, “wasn’t he the one who saved you from that creep a few days ago?”

“Ooooh, Y/N! How did it feel getting a checkup from Dr. Byun?” Chanyeol wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“First of all, he saw me bleeding in front of the café. Any decent human being would come to help me in that situation.  Second of all, he’s a med student. Of course he’s going to jump at the opportunity to stich someone up,” you argued although you felt a nagging sensation in your brain telling you otherwise.

“Okay, point taken. But, how many med students risk losing their part time job TWICE for the same girl,” Chanyeol leaned back into the chair with a smug grin, knowing how he had trapped you in your own game.

Unable to come up with an answer, you huffed and reverted your attention to the menu in front of you.

“Okay Y/N, I’m not going to sugar coat this for you. You need to move on from Sehun. Period. The best way to do that is by coming to the party with us. It’s going to be a lot of fun since I’ll be there, obviously,” she joked as she flipped her hair, “but also because you and I will get fucking wasted. Plus, there’s no class tomorrow so we can be hungover in peace…if that’s possible.”

“Fine,” you succumbed, “but only if you guys buy me lunch. I’m sad and broke so you guys have to cheer me and my wallet up,” you said.

As Chanyeol got up to go and order for everyone, you found yourself watching Baekhyun brewing some coffee from behind the counter. As if sensing your gaze, Baekhyun’s eyes found yours. Embarrassed, you ripped your sight from his and turned your head to face the window overlooking the street. You liked Baekhyun, but to be honest with yourself, you were avoiding finding someone new. You didn’t want to get hurt again; you knew that you wouldn’t be able to handle it. The pain from Sehun was too much for you.

***

“You’re a dickhead." Jongin let out a loud laugh as you threw a plastic cup at him. He caught it and poured some whiskey knowing that you didn’t particularly like the sensation of alcohol burning your throat.

"I know but you’re clearly my best friend for a reason, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes before walking over to Jongin and grabbing the drink gulping down the whole cup. You sat on the counter as you watched Jongin hide behind the counter from one of his one night stands.

"At least help me, gosh,” Jongin sighed.

“Nah, I’m good here. Just be glad with my presence, dickhead.” you said as you poured yourself more alcohol. You were here because Jongin forced you. At least that’s what you tried convincing yourself. You were truly here to see Baekhyun.

“You want to be here because there's Whiskey and Baekhyun”

You let out a chuckle before sighing and taking another sip watching Jongin try to fit himself into one of the cabinets under the sink. From the corner of your eye, you saw Chanyeol walk up beside you.

“You ok?” He asked as he stood standing against the doorway with folded arms.

“I’m fine.”

Chanyeol gave you a knowing look and slowly walked over to you leaning against the counter next to you.

“Answer it again, this time be honest with me,” he told you.

You looked up and bit your bottom lip. You were trying to hold back your tears. It happened months ago yet it still hurt like a bitch whenever you thought about it. You sighed and took a sip of alcohol before you offered Chanyeol your cup of whiskey. Chanyeol reluctantly took the cup from you, seeing how you weren’t going to answer him but before he could take a sip, his face broke out into his infamous toothy smile.

“JONGDAE!” Chanyeol exclaimed as he hurriedly pushed the cup into your hand as he rushed out to embrace Jongdae.

Before you could register the reality of the situation, you felt a familiar pair of arms as they wrapped around your waist and brought you down from the counter before they enveloped you into a tight hug, the familiar scent of laundry detergent and musk invaded your senses and immediately relaxed your nerves.

“Y/n,” Jongdae smiled into your hair, “did you miss me?” he asked before he pulled away.

“J-Jongdae? S-since when did you come?” you tried to wrap your head around everything that was happening. You called Jongdae about a week ago and he told you he would be coming soon, but you didn’t expect him to come this soon.

“I wanted to surprise you, but you don’t look so happy…” the smile quickly fading from Jongdae’s face.

“No! No, of course I’m happy to see you, Dae!” feeling slightly more like yourself, you felt yourself smile happily. “How was it there? Was everything to your standards? I know it takes a lot to satisfy you,” you teased him.

“Oh, it was okay I guess. But you never really answered my question,” Jongdae nudged your shoulder.

“Obviously I missed you, I had to cook and clean the entire the apartment by myself!” you jokingly said, with your arms crossed. Both of you aware of what you really meant. Without Jongdae at home, you were lonely. You missed how he sang you to sleep during nights you couldn’t get any rest. He helped you calm down during the nights when you were especially stressed out. You missed him and the comfort he gave you.

“Okay, that’s enough for Y/N,” Chanyeol pulled Jongdae from you. “Jongdae, the guys are asking where you are. Aren’t you going to go home with y/n after the party? That should be enough time to catch up.” Chanyeol decided to himself as he dragged Jongdae away from you.  

You both gave each other a knowing look before you waved at Jongdae as he walked with Chanyeol to see the rest of his friends upstairs. You found yourself alone again and took the red solo cup into your hand. You were curious as to see if this was your cup of whiskey or a cup of an unholy alcohol combination normal at the frat house. Taking a whiff from it, you immediately retracted from the cup and felt yourself grimace at the intensity of the drink’s smell.  

Definitely not mine, you thought to yourself as you scrunched your nose in disgust.

“Not a fan of alcohol?” felt heard a familiar velvety smooth voice ask from behind you.

You turned around and met Baekhyun standing inches away from you. In front of you, Baekhyun was wearing a grey drawstring hoodie and a light blue jean jacket paired on top of it. The combo was matched with a pair of black ripped jeans and black sneakers with pristine white laces. Looking upwards, you saw that Baekhyun wasn’t smiling the way he always did when he talked to you.

“Uh, I am, but not this particular drink. I’m guessing it’s one of the frat’s famous combinations. You know, the one that gets everyone wasted with like two sips. To be honest, I’ve never really enjoyed the feeling of my throat deteriorating from alcohol, but I still drink it,” you retorted feeling a bit nervous and confident around Baekhyun.

An eyebrow shot up questionably, as he glanced at the cup and then back at you. You saw the corner of his mouth turn upwards but only slightly as if asking why you would have it in your hand if you didn’t like it.

“Oh, this? This isn’t mine. I think that this was my friend’s but he left it here and hasn’t come back to get it,” you looked away from Baekhyun. “…I also wanted to smell it, but only to see why everyone was so addicted to it,” you said sheepishly.

“What does it smell like?” he asked with his curious eyes and his teasing smile.

“It smells like Satan’s asshole chugged a pint of asparagus piss.”

Your response immediately made Baekhyun burst out into a fit of hysterical laughter. You found yourself beginning to get lost in his laughter when all of a sudden, you didn’t know how you found yourself laughing so hard, but you couldn’t stop. Your breath came in quick gasps between your unstoppable giggles. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over. You looked at Baekhyun and saw him in a similar state. His shoulders were shaking in silent laughter as he started to calm down. In a flash, you forgot about Sehun and everything’s he has done. In this moment, all you felt was pure joy and happiness. You forgot all of your worries and just focused on Baekhyun and his deep, boisterous laughter.

This is the effect Baekhyun had on you.

Wiping away the stray tears lingering on his cheeks, he sat down on the hard, wooden floor in a criss-cross manner. You followed him, and felt yourself the most relaxed in the past couple of days.

As if Baekhyun had completed a deep personal goal, a sense of satisfaction appeared on his face that was expressed by the curve at the corner of his mouth. A confidence exuded from Baekhyun through the slight raise of his eyebrow. Baekhyun looked pleased. He was pleased.

“Ah, y/n… I’ve never met anyone like you before,” he mused.

“Unfortunately for you, Baekhyun, I’ve met plenty of people like you. You’re just like everyone else. Just ordinary,” you teased him, suddenly feeling a rush of confidence, most likely because of the cups of whiskey you had earlier.

The two of you were sitting on the floor, enjoying each other’s presence. The music was as loud as thunder. It made the solo cups on the tabletops rattle. Neon lights flashed everywhere the wondrous fireworks crackling through the night sky, but much more colourful.

Leaning against the sofa, you took a good look at Baekhyun.

Really, you had enough dignity to avoid gawking at random strangers. But this boy before you, radiating with nothing but grace, had you enthralled. He was mesmerizing in every way. The faint glimmer of the party lights ghosted over his pale skin and eyes as deep as the molten chocolate. And when those very eyes shifted and met your gaze, a surge of understanding had calmed and further mystified you at the same time. From the moment you first laid her eyes on him, you knew that he is someone you can trust wholeheartedly.

***

“What the Fuck, Y/N?” Hyojin exclaimed as she pulled you from the floor. “Fuck, get that out of your mouth,” she said as you quickly spat out the Cheetos into a nearby plant.

“I-I a-am n-not drunk,” you slurred, pointing up a finger in your defense. “I promise!”

“Mm-hmm, that’s why you kept telling everyone how playing beer pong with a used ball is unsanitary while you ate Cheetos off the god damn kitchen floor,” Hyojin retorted with her hands crossed in obvious disgust and anger as she wiped her hand on the side of the counter.

“You need to go home, where’s Jongdae?” she said as she tried searching for your roommate. “Oh, Baekhyun!” Hyojin waved him to where you two were. “Did you see Jongdae? He needs to take y/n home, she’s completely shitfaced.”

“Oh shit, I think Jongdae’s knocked out upstairs. The guys were playing some drinking game,” Baekhyun laughed to himself, “the prize was a half an empty bottle of vodka.”

“Shit,” Hyojin groaned to herself.  

“Jinnee? Who’s this? He keeps looking at me, tell him to stop. He’s making me shy,” you tugged on Hyojin’s arm and hid your face into your friend’s shoulder.

“Jesus, she really is shitfaced,” Baekhyun said with a hint of amusement lacing his voice.

“I’ve never see her like this before, well maybe once back in freshman year,” She sighed. “Hey Baekhyun? If it’s not an issue, can you, uh, maybe… drop her off? I would but I’ve been following her drunk ass to make sure she doesn’t get hurt, and I don’t want to go home yet.”

“Yea, sure. She doesn’t live too far from here, we can just walk,” Baekhyun went to place his arms around your waist, but you quickly dashed to the other side of the kitchen.

“Wait! Let’s see what’s in this cabinet! What the fuck is in this cabinet?! There’s nothing interesting in this cabinet! I’m going to slam this cabinet shut now! Let’s move on to the next cabinet,“ you tried moving to the next cabinet before Baekhyun sighs heavily and he tugs you upwards, placing one of your arms across his shoulder.

“Y/n, I never knew you had this side to you,” He huffs.

You perked your head up and smiled at him dizzily before pecking him on the cheek. Baekhyun froze in mild confusion and excitement as he stared at your retreating form.

“I want to touch your hair,” You say as you very softly caress his hair lightly before giggling to yourself, “Omo it’s just as soft as I imagined it to be,” you shied away.

Baekhyun walked you to your dorm, while you tried not to stumble and appear as sober as possible.

"Please don’t think bad about me, ‘cause I’m drunk. I’ll be a good wife, I know where to buy good tomatoes and chocolates,” you tried to convince Baekhyun as he opened the door to your apartment.

Baekhyun went to go remove your heels when you suddenly doubled over and gagged. “Oh, I think I’m going to be sick,” you quickly gasped. Baekhyun wasted no time in hurrying you to your washroom and positioning you over your toilet. With one violent contraction the congealed contents of your stomach emerged in the early morning light, nothing digested since the evening party before. Baekhyun held your hair behind your face and wiped your mouth with a piece of toilet paper before flushing it away with your vomit. Quickly, you brushed your teeth, unable to stand the stench emitting from your own mouth.

Immediately, you felt a sense of fatigue wash over you as you sank down to lean against the bathtub. Your eyes began to close by themselves when you quickly opened them, curious as to where Baekhyun was.

“Baek?” you called out for him. “Baek? Where are you?

You didn’t hear anything, so you got up and walked over to your bed. There, you slipped out of your clothes and into an over-sized white t-shirt that belonged to Jongdae. You heard a voice come from behind you and you immediately turned around.

“U-um, I j-just w-went to fetch y-you a glass of water,” he cleared his throat,” and some pills for tomorrow.” He said with a light blush dusting his cheeks.

You walked over to him and took the glass of water and gulped down the contents in one shot. You gave him the cup back and noticed how he was avoiding making eye contact with you. Annoyed, you tugged his sleeve and forced him to look down at you.

“Baekkie, are you going to leave me?” you sweetly asked him.

“U-um, yes, I was going to leave after I put you to bed,” he tugged at the neckline of his hoodie.

“Oh Baekhyunnie, aren’t you hot?” you giggled to yourself, “You’re very hot. You should take off your jacket,” you said as you pulled the jean jacket off of his frame.

“Actually, you should take off your hoodie too. I want to see your muscles,” you giggled again as you sneaked your hands underneath his top, tracing the outlines of his firm abs.

“Don’t,” he said, halting your hands from moving any further.

“Hmph, fine” you gave in “you can keep your shirt on. But, if you’re going to stay tonight then you cannot wear pants,” you leaned into him and whispered, “It’s the law.”

Your hands trailed down his hoodie and toward his zipper, pulling it downward. 

“Stop,” he laughed as his hands stopped yours from moving once again.

“Why?” You whined.  ”I think your voice is really sexy and I really want to make out with you right now,” you said as you pounced on him, attacking his lips with your own.  It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as your breaths mingled. You ran your fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between you two and you could feel the beating of his heart against your chest. Pulling Baekhyun to your bed, you pushed him onto the mattress and straddled his waist. Starting from the sweet spot underneath the earlobe, you trailed down his neck with a mess of butterfly kisses. You stopped at his collarbone, sucking and licking on it hard enough to leave a mark.

Baekhyun couldn’t think straight as you kept attacking him with your lips. When he finally got to his senses, he stopped you from going any further.

Baekhyun pulled away and stared into your eyes, “You’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” hie said as his eyes twinkled with mischief.

“I am most definitely not drunk, you’re just a bit blurry,” you argued.

“Y/N, if you do this now then you’re going to regret this tomorrow. And frankly, I have morals, so I am not going to let you take advantage of me while you’re drunk,” he dramatically placed his arms over his chest in a protective manner. 

You huffed in annoyance and turned around to face the opposite direction from Baekhyun. After a few minutes, you felt Baekhyun’s strong arms pull you into his chest and rest his chin on top of your head. You brought your own arms and wrapped them around his waist, twisting to lie on your stomach as you brought your leg to rest between his. You closed your eyes and took in the smell of his musky citric scent, with a mixture of alcohol exuding from his clothes. Or was it yours? You didn’t care. Underneath the blanket of shining stars, you were here in Baekhyun’s arms without a care in the world.

Feeling yourself close to losing consciousness, you heard a faint whisper from Baekhyun before everything faded away.  

“Sweet dreams, my love.” 

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Sirius saw red. His face was contorted in rage. He stormed to the common room, leaving Chloe behind him, baffled.

He could he? How the hell could he just go out and find someone else? What the hell was wrong with him, thinking he would flirt with some girl? It had been pretty obvious that she had been coming on to him, but he wasn’t interested. It had been a couple weeks since they had said they loved each other, and Sirius had still been on a high.

But now he was lower than low. Remus just had a backup. How could he not be hurt by that?

And who was this ‘Alex’? When did they date? Why had Sirius never heard about it? He was left in a pool of confusion as he watched Remus stare him down with a smug look on his face. And then he had made it worse by asking Chloe to go with him. This was just horrible. He didn’t want to go with Chloe. He wanted to go with his Remus.

Well, not his yet. They had confessed love for each other, sure. But nothing had happened after that. They hadn’t really figured out where they were with each other. And Sirius was left wondering if he overreacted. But he couldn’t know for sure. It was too confusing.

When the time came for him to go pick up Chloe, Sirius was sitting in the common room with a dark look on his face. He was wearing dark rinsed ripped jeans and an olive green tee shirt with his leather jacket over it. His eyes were adorned with his signature gold eyeliner, his hair in gentle waves down his neck. He pushed himself off the couch and stalked down the halls to the main door, where Chloe was waiting for him. She looked very pretty with her long brown hair in curls, her makeup done lightly, and her knee length blue dress. But Sirius didn’t care. He wanted to see Remus.

He forced a smile onto his face and walked over. “Hey, someone looks gorgeous tonight!” He said. She blushed lightly. “You don’t look too shabby yourself,” she replied. They began their walk in silence as Sirius fumed. When they were half way there, Chloe turned to him. “You gonna be okay? I know you and Remus had some sort of argument,” she said. Sirius bit the inside of his cheek before answering. “No, no it’s good. We’re all good. Just enjoy the night,” he forced out. She looked at him for a moment before shaking her head lightly and smiling. They continued on their way to the whomping willow, where Sirius went through the routine he had gone through so many times of freezing the tree and sliding beneath it before helping Chloe get through.

They heard the music before they got there. It echoed through the dirt hole that they walked through, and Sirius could feel it vibrating his body. They continued and soon emerged on the other side, where James greeted them with wide arms.

“Pads!” He yelled, sending a confused glance at Chloe before shaking it off. “And who is this lovely young lady?”

“This is Chloe,” Sirius said. “She’s my… date,” he choked over the last word. James furrowed his brow slightly, but said nothing. “Welcome! Enjoy yourself! And don’t tell anyone unless you want me hunting you down,” he winked. Chloe chuckled. “Haha I’m serious,” he muttered as he walked away, joining Lily, who was casting glances at Sirius. Remus must have told her what happened.

Sirius casted his eyes around the room. There were a few trusted friends, Mary, Dorcas, Alice, Frank. They were all mingling and chatting. Sirius sighed. Remus wasn’t there yet. “I’ll go get us drinks,” he told Chloe. He walked over to the drinks table, avoiding conversation before picking up two butter beers and turning around.

It was like magnets had been placed on his eyes as they stuck to the door. Like all the air had been sucked out of the room at his arrival.

Remus, head almost brimming the doorway, was standing right there. Sirius felt a tension he didn’t know he had been holding, release from his body. Like all the anger he had felt that day suddenly sank to the lowest part of his brain to make room for this euphoria that was the sight of Remus.

A baby blue sweater hung from Remus’ shoulders, almost two sizes too big. He wore skinny jeans underneath or it that were also light with subtle rips along the thighs. His hair was partially covering his face, more on the side with the scar. With his hands tucked in front of his waist, he looked innocent and sweet. His lip was pulled between his teeth, and his eyes were searching the room. When they found Sirius, an emotion passed through them that Sirius was too far away to decipher. But Remus turned his head behind himself and said something to the figure approaching the doorway.

The pressure returned, but three times heavier when he saw who entered behind Remus. A boy almost a little taller than Sirius, and way hotter, Sirius bitterly growled to himself, entered the room. He had his hands stuffed into the back pockets of his jeans and a tight fitted black tee shirt hugged his chest. He was lean and muscular, very fit looking. His deep brown eyes matched his hair in shade, and his caramel colored skin made him a sight no one would have been glad to miss. He was smirking at Remus, who was looking at the ground between them.

Sirius turned his back to the picture. He couldn’t bear it, seeing Remus with some other guy. It was too… wrong.

He grabbed the drinks and returned to Chloe, who had started a conversation with Mary. But they, too were staring at the door. “Wow,” Mary said, eyes wide. She looked at Sirius in shock. “It hurts. Like looking into the sun for too long.”

Sirius glared at the boy next to Remus, and shoved the drink at Mary. He didn’t say a word as he drowned his, noticing carelessly that someone had spiked the drinks.

He slammed the cup down on the table behind him. When he turned around, he was face to face with Remus’ date. He jumped back in surprise, almost hissing in shock. The boy tried to suppress his laugh, covering it poorly with a laugh.

“Hey Mary!” Remus said in a friendly voice. “Hello,” Mary replied, eyes glued to the boy next to Remus. “This is Alex, my date,” he said with a smile. Alex inclined his head at Mary and then at Chloe. “Hi,” he said, his voice a deep baritone. Sirius averted his eyes to the ground. “Sirius, you didn’t say hi,” he heard Remus say. His lip formed a slight growl before he lifted his head. A sarcastic smile formed on his lips. “Hey there, Alex. Hope you’re well,” he sneered before turning on his heel and walking away.

He stalked to the stairs where Lily and James were sitting. “I can’t believe the nerve how dare-” he grumbled. Lily laughed. “You good, there, Padfoot?” She asked. Sirius turned his head to her, anger vibrating from his features. “No. I’m not good, lily. The guy I’ve been crushing on for the past four years knows I love him and is dancing with another guy,” he just about yelled. Luckily, the music was so loud that no one heard him.

The music.

Sirius’ eyes lit up in a delightfully scary anger. The song had changed, and Sirius knew it was time for revenge. Iris by the goo goo dolls pumped through the speakers. It was Remus’ favorite song.

Sirius wiped over to Chloe, grabbed her hand, and all but dragged her to the middle of the room where people were dancing. Shocked, it took her a minute to convince her limbs to move in a dancing fashion. Sirius caste a look at Remus, who was staring at him with a hurt expression. He forced the sadness out of his gut, but it began forcing his way up his throat. He twirled around until the song came to an end, keeping his eyes anywhere but on Remus. When the song ended, he hugged Chloe close to his chest and held her hand as they walked back to Mary. He smirked evilly as he continued his conversation until he heard Remus’ voice.

“Yeah, my old friends had some issues. Like flees for example,” Remus said loudly. Sirius turned to see Remus surrounded by some of their friends, James and Lily and Peter included. “Always whining, always dramatic. Probably got it from being the least loved child.” Remus added, sending a poison glare at Sirius. Everyone in the group turned to look at him, and suddenly, he was drowning.

The eyes followed him as he left the room and ran out the front door of the shack into the warm spring air. Hot tears rolled down his face as anger exploded inside of him. He fumbled around in his pocket for his cigarettes. Remus hated it when he smoked.

He lit one and inhaled as he watched the smoke travel into the dark sky and meld with it. The moon shone bright above him. His stomach twisted. He inhaled deeply again and tried to stop the sob from escaping him, doing so poorly and feeling it catch in his throat.

Anyone but Remus, he thought. If anyone but Remus had said that, he wouldn’t have cared. Probably would have laughed. But the violence in Remus’ eyes made it clear that he was trying to cut Sirius. And, as much as he hated to admit it, it worked.

“Sirius,” a voice said from behind him. He turned sharply away from the voice, mostly to hide his tears. “No,” he whispered. “Don’t.”

A hand touched his back and he recoiled. “Don’t you dare,” he hissed. The hand released his shoulder. “Sirius, can you listen to me?” Remus begged. Sirius let out a humorless laugh. “I was listening. Don’t come too close, Lupin. You might catch my fleas,” he spat venomously.

He heard Remus let out a shaky sigh and tried to ignore the urge to turn to him and hold him tight to stop the pain. “You should go back to your entourage. I bet your new boyfriend is wondering where you are,” Sirius muttered, hunching his back against Remus’ eyes. “No,” remus growled. “What do you mea-”

Sirius was cut off by Remus spinning him around. Suddenly, lips were on his own, needy and desperate and Sirius instantly melted, nearly allowing his knees to drop from under him. Remus threaded his fingers into Sirius’ hair and deepened the kiss when Sirius suddenly realized that this was wrong.

He shoved Remus away, almost whining at the loss of contact. His stomach clenched again and he realized it had only stopped when Remus grabbed him. “No!” He all but yelled. “That was a dirty trick!”

Remus clenched his teeth, his jaw jutting out. His eyes darkened, a single strand of hair over his forehead dancing between them. “I need you to listen to me,” he yelled in a guttural voice. “I need you to understand that I’m sorry. Okay? I’m sorry, Sirius.”

Sirius shook his head, fresh tears tumbling down his cheeks. “No. You can’t just say sorry, Remus. It’s still not okay,” he whimpered. “Sirius, how the he’ll else was I supposed to get your attention?!” Remus yelled. Sirius sniffled. “What?” He whispered.

“You flirting with Chloe sent me off! You told me you loved me, and then what? Nothing happened! I didn’t know what we were and you expected me to sit by while you flirted and laughed like I wasn’t even there?” Remus screamed in frustration.

Sirius’ jaw had dropped about half way through that rant. He was the one who had been stuck wondering what they were to each other. He was the one who had been tiptoeing around lately, trying to avoid pressuring Remus.

“Who’s fault was it that we didn’t go anywhere?” Sirius screamed back at him. “Every day I watched you go about your life like nothing even happened! You never even hinted that you wanted- And flirting? With CHLOE? I WOULD NEVER DO THAT! WHAT THE HELL KIND OF PERSON DO YOU THINK I AM?”

Sirius began to breath shallow and loud. The silence between them was filled by the thumping music from inside, which must have been drowning out their screaming match. A soft wind whistled through the tress next to the shack. Remus and Sirius stared at each other, eyes wide, as they took in the words jut exchanged. Remus was the first to break the silence.

“So… you wanted us to be… us, this whole time?” He whispered, sounding defeated. Sirius let out a gaspy laugh. “Yes,” he said. “Of course. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Remus.”

Remus smiled. And then he laughed. And then he laughed a little more. Sirius began worrying whether or not he had just hopped the train to crazy town. His eyes were spiraling in different directions, his mouth wide with a strange kind of mirth. “R-Remus?” Sirius tried. Remus began gulping down air as he calmed himself down.

All at once, he rushed to Sirius. Sirius let out a surprised yelp as he was enveloped in Remus’ arms. He wrapped his arms around remus’ neck as remus wrapped his own around Sirius’ waist, burying his face in his neck.

“This whole time,” Remus repeated, muddled by Sirius’ hair. “This whole time.”

When they broke apart, both were smiling, wide and happy. The tightness in Sirius’ chest disappeared. It was replaced with a sweet and gooey feeling. Sirius placed his hands on remus’ cheeks, feeling the bones that stood sharply, and then running his fingers over the jaw. Remus was gazing down at him and running his hands through Sirius’ hair.

“Sirius, I love you,” he said. Sirius felt as through his face could split from how wide he was smiling. “I love you, too,” he whispered.

Sirius lifted to his tiptoes and pressed his lips to remus’. There was no desperation this time. Just pure joy. A sweetness to their lips. It left Sirius’ stomach in knots.


“So are we, like, boyfriend boyfriend now?” Sirius asked in a girly voice. Remus laughed. “Yeah,” he said sweetly. “I think we are.”

They broke apart, staring at each other once again.

“What do we tell Chloe and Alex?” Sirius asked. Remus’ face turned panicked for a second. “Oh yeah,” he muttered.

“They’ll understand,” Sirius tried to promise, just because he didn’t want Remus worrying. “Okay,” Remus said, uncertainty still clear in his voice.

Hand in hand, they walked back through the door together. Eyes all over the room turned to them, and Sirius suddenly became aware of the fact that there were still traces of crying in his face. He ducked his head, but felt a hand lift his chin. “It’s okay,” Remus whispered. Sirius took a breath. It was okay. Because Remus was his and they were next to each other.

When they approached Alex, they were surprised to see Chloe standing there with him. “Hey,” remus said, his confusion pretty clear in his voice. “Hi!” Alex replied, sounding rather chipper. “Hi,” Sirius said. Chloe looked up at him shyly. “Hello,” she said. Sirius glanced down to where Chloe was keeping her eyes to notice that her hand was linked with Alex’s. “Oh,” he said in surprise. Remus followed his glance. “Oh,” he whispered.

“So are you two-” Sirius began.

“You guys were busy,” Chloe rushed out, looking at Alex for backup. He looked between her and Sirius and Remus. “Yeah,” he said lamely. Remus raised his eyebrows at Sirius.

“Hey, excuse me,” Chloe said suddenly. “We aren’t the only ones!” She pointed to Sirius and Remus’ hands. “Besides,” she continued, her voice becoming quieter. “You two are kind of perfect.” She offered them a sweet smile, which they returned.

“Well, you two seem pretty perfect, too” Remus interjected. “Do you guys know each other well?” He asked.

“We were partners in defense against the dark arts for that dementor project,” Alex said. “Ah,” Remus replied.

Suddenly, James called out over the crowd. “ABOUT DAMN TIME!” Sirius and Remus looked over to him. “LILY, YOU OWE ME FIVE SICKLES! THEY STARTED DATING BEFORE WINTER!”

Sirius and Remus laughed, blushing. Then they took to the dance floor. “I made a request,” Remus said. “I think you owe me this song.”

Iris began to play through the speakers for the second time that night. Remus sent a wink over to Peter, who was standing by the cds. A girl wondered over to where Peter was standing with s cup, which she handed to him. “That must be the girl,” Sirius whispered. They looked for a moment before turning their eyes to each other.

“I’m sorry,” Sirius said. “For all of this,” Remus shook his head. “No, this was my fault. I knew you weren’t flirting with Chloe. I just, I don’t know-”

“It’s okay,” Sirius promised. Remus smiled in relief before pressing his hands to the small of Sirius’ back, and twirling him around the dance floor. They spent the rest of the night dancing, staring at each other. They didn’t. Stop touching once, not even as they stumbled through the dorm door at 3 in the morning and layed down in Remus’ bed, where they cuddled and fell asleep together. Remus, with his nose in Sirius’ hair and Sirius with his lips pressed to remus’ neck.

Johnlock: From BrOTP to OTP

(Warning: homophobic people/situations mentioned)
When I first started watching BBC Sherlock, one of the things that stood out to me that I liked most about it was the friendship between John and Sherlock. I couldn’t quite figure out what was so special about their friendship, but it was clearly the center of the show. Their friendship was what made Sherlock what it was to me. It wasn’t long until I discovered the fandom online, digging into all of the amazing fan art, fan videos, fan theories, and surprising to myself, even reading the fanfic. It was through all of these that I learned about shipping, and thanks to my innocent heteronormativity, Sherl0lly became my OTP. It was unavoidable that I also became aware of the ship Johnlock. I was raised Catholic and taught that the homosexual acts are a sin. My parents are very conservative and homophobic. I had never even considered the idea of Sherlock and John in a romantic relationship. Unfortunately, I assumed that only people who are gay shipped Johnlock because they wanted to see themselves in something that wasn’t there. (I was so wrong. I’m so sorry.) I completely ignored Johnlock at first, but in the Sherlock fandom, it’s pretty much impossible to entirely avoid seeing anything Johnlock. I remember staying up late on my phone when I was supposed to be sleeping, scrolling through fan art. I came across a picture of Sherlock and John kissing in the dark with rain pouring outside, sprinkled on the window. A part of me had alarms going off in my head that this was somehow wrong, but those feelings were muffled by one thought: this is beautiful. I truly thought that this one work of art was the most beautiful picture I had seen in the fandom. I risked downloading the picture on my phone, knowing that no one would see it. That was only the beginning. I saw a few more pictures I couldn’t help loving: a potterlock drawing, a drawing of John and his sister Harry. I don’t ship Johnlock, but these are beautiful, I thought. I later came across a Johnlock fan video edited with one of my favorite songs (The Scientist by Coldplay). I don’t ship Johnlock, but my favorite song with my favorite TV show is perfection, I thought. (I tried to ignore this at the time, but I couldn’t help thinking how clear it was that the video was a Johnlock fan video even though it was simply putting clips from the show together.) I was completely obsessed with the show by then. Sherlock was my life. Not a day went by when I did not think of the show (literally!). The show honestly even saved my life, but that’s a post for another time. Eventually, I found out about a fanfic that was apparently very popular in the fandom called “Alone on the Water” by MadLori. As many of you may know, the author describes Sherlock and John in this story as “hetero-life partners”. I do not know the authors intentions of this word choice in a story where Sherlock and John aren’t technically in a romantic relationship, but back then, I interpreted it as showing the possibility of a friendship stronger than people realize two friends can have. I’m the kind of person who usually has one or two friends who I’m closer with than my other friends, and those kind of relationships are really important to me. Reading that story was when I decided to “friend-ship” Johnlock while still romantically shipping Sherl0lly. I later learned the term “BrOTP” which I thought was accurate for John and Sherlock. Each of these pieces were like pebbles being added to the Johnlock scale. Later, I found a short fanfic called “Fin?” by JustlikeWater. This was what tipped the scale. I cried reading this fic. It read like poetry, and it changed my views entirely. (You can still read the review I left as as guest under the name of “mind blown”. That was before I had a fanfiction.net account. I was so young then. I left another review later under my fanfic name “SherlockiansGetBored”, the name I now use to write Johnlock fanfic.) It was after reading that story that I officially considered myself a Johnlock shipper. I continued to read more Johnlock fics including “The Battlefield”, another tearjerker by JustlikeWater and the iconic “Performance in in a Leading Role” by MadLori. It wasn’t until December 2016 that I learned about TJLC (The JohnLock Conspiracy) through Rebekah’s TJLC Explained videos. (Hope you are doing well, Rebs!) My life was changed. I completely and unapologetically shipped Johnlock and became a believer in TJLC. I finally stopped shipping Sherl0lly after watching the Molly Hooper video. Everything made sense once I realized that she is a mirror for John. It was actually through those videos that I came to accept that I am bisexual (I had been questioning my sexuality since 9th grade). I remember a time when my mom actually thought Benedict Cumberbatch was gay, and I was like, no way! He’s married with a kid. I thought she had gotten the idea from The Imitation Game, but she said no, she meant in Sherlock. I was thinking to myself that Sherlock isn’t actually gay. He’s secretly in love with Molly Hooper, I thought stupidly. Either that or he’s asexual. A year later, and my mind was completely changed. On the day that the “I Love You” trailer came out, I told my mom that Sherlock is gay and that he is in love with John, but she was and is still homophobic, so she changed the subject and started talking about Dwayne Johnson. A few days later, I risked explaining TJLC to her, but she simply responded, “Gay is not okay.” I knew then that I was not coming out to her or my dad as Bi any time soon, if ever. Like everyone else, I was more than disappointed when Johnlock wasn’t canon in series 4. If Steven and Mark didn’t have the courage to make history, why should I admit to my parents who I really am? I continued to be cautiously hopeful that Johnlock still has a chance to be canon. I don’t know if it ever will, but I have realized the answer to my question. The reason that Sherlock and John’s relationship is so special is because it isn’t just a friendship. BBC Sherlock is a romance. Whether Moffat and Gatiss will admit it or not, even raised in a homophobic family, I knew that John and Sherlock are in love. No matter what anybody says, BBC Sherlock is inevitably the greatest love story that will ever be told.

Otherwise Engaged

A fluffy drabble for OTP Day, with much kudos and credit to @otterandterrier for coming up with the idea for said rad holiday!


To be honest, the events of the last half-hour were something of a blur to Ron Weasley.

He had asked, she had tackled him, there had been a fair amount of snogging (on the floor, where they landed), there had been some laughter and a few tears, quite a bit more snogging, and then her overflowing excitement and need to talk about the engagement had dragged them up to their current position on the sofa in their flat: him, still experiencing the aftershocks of deeply-desired success, and her, mind and mouth running a mile a minute with eager planning.

She said yes. SHE SAID YES. To me. Ron Weasley. Actual Ron bloody Weasley. For forever!

The wonderful, almost-improbable chorus seemed to be running in a loop in his head, pushing out any other rational thought. Of course, he hadn’t expected her to say no, exactly, but… still. The release of several months of compounded nerves - and the warm, sweet-smelling lapful of freshly-minted fiancée - made it fairly hard to focus and he forced himself to pay better attention.

“Maybe I should call them?” Hermione was saying. “But it’d be so much more fun to tell them in person! It is getting late, though, and they usually turn in early. We could go over tomorrow, before going to the Burrow,” she chattered happily.

Ron’s face already felt sore from the amount of smiling he had done in the past thirty minutes, and watching Hermione’s enthusiasm was doing nothing to relieve it. “Yeah, definitely we can. But just so you know, I’ve already told them.”

Hermione looked up at him in confusion. “What? How?”

“No, I mean talked with them before. Before I asked you,” Ron clarified.

 Hermione stared at him. “You did?” she asked blankly.

“Well, yeah. Not to ask permission or anything,” he explained hastily, trying desperately to remember, through his happy haze, the particulars of several heated diatribes he had heard Hermione deliver to various unsuspecting and ill-advised individuals who had tried to condescendingly educate her on “traditional” wizarding family values. “I know you’re your own person and you’re not anyone’s, er, cattle.

“Chattel,” she corrected instinctively. “But actually, it amounts to about this same thing.”

“Right. Anyway, your parents. They’ve been pretty good about… well, about us, and about me, considering. My family already considers you family, and I thought your parents should know that they’d be family, too. I wanted them to know what was going on and, uh, hopefully be happy about it,” he finished uneasily as she continued to stare. Oh sweet Merlin’s pants, he knew he wasn’t completely up on muggle customs - had he committed some kind of inexcusable blunder? “Was that mphfk…”

Any further temporizing was forcefully cut off by Hermione’s lips, applied forcefully in one of his very favorite ways. She pulled back after a few moments, still gripping the front of his shirt tightly in her balled fists.

“You wanted my parents to feel included; you know how much that means to me,” she said wonderingly, looking at him with watery eyes. “And you remember what I said to that miserable harpy!”

“‘Course I do. She looked like she swallowed a dungbomb, it was wicked.” He eyed her carefully. “So that was an OK thing to do?”

“More than OK. It was lovely.”

Ron barked out a laugh. “Actually, it was bloody terrifying,”

Hermione smiled at him knowingly. “So,” she began archly, “do I get the pleasure of announcing this at all, or does everyone else already know?”

“Well, George knows, because he saw the ring box. Long story,” he added darkly. Hermione lips twitched at the look on his face. “And I might have mentioned it to Harry. But they only knew it was going to happen eventually. They didn’t know about it happening now.”

“Harry!” she exclaimed, jumping up and tugging on his arm. “We’ve got to tell Harry first. I think he and Ginny were going out tonight, do you think they’re home?

Ron tipped his head back and forth exaggeratedly, pretending to consider. “Mmmm, maybe. You know Ginny likes to drag him out dancing. Better give it a bit, just to make sure.” He let Hermione pull him up, wrapping his arms around her body tightly. ”In the meantime, I think we’ve got a bit more celebrating to do, if you’d care to follow me?” he asked, inclining his head toward their bedroom and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Hermione shook her head at his cheesiness, but the smile she gave him was genuine. “Yes, I will.”

Ron grinned. “I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say that.”

Top 5 ships

thanks to @bellarkelifestyle and @bl-ake for the tag!!!!


1. BELLARKE (Bellamy Blake + Clarke Griffin, The 100)

Originally posted by kcismyreligion

I would be lying to myself and everyone else if I said that these two dorks haven’t become my OTP of all time. Nothing will ever beat them for me. These two beautiful souls whose lives on the Ark dictated that were never supposed to meet, fell down to earth together only to find their heart and soul in each other. They are canonically each others’ weakness but even more beautiful is that they canonically give each other strength. The only people they care about more than each other are their actual blood related families. Their enemies-to-friends-to-lovers (the later yet to be explicitly canon) tore me into itty bitty pieces and their journey of growing to respect, trust, care about, and eventually love the other has me in tears at the most inappropriate times. All in all, nothing will ever satisfy the hole they’ll leave in my heart after this show is over (#brooke is bellarke trash)

2. Percabeth (Percy Jackson + Annabeth Chase, The Percy Jackson series)

Originally posted by leovaldezly

(Gotta love the dark-haired boy with light-haired girl aesthetic).

I’m pretty sure this pairing was the first time I actually shipped something, before I even knew what shipping was. I read this series when I was super young and absolutely fell in love with them. And apparently I’m a sucker for friends-to-lovers because holy shit this is probably one of the best and healthiest examples of that and I love it. And screw anyone that says that your best friend can’t be your lover. To that I say your lover should be your best friend. Props to Rick for making this one of the coolest relationship developments i’ve ever read/seen (second after bellarke of course)     

3. PB & J (Pam Beasley + Jim Halpert, The Office)

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Where do I even start??? These two are probably the biggest dorks i’ve watched fall in love. Honestly, their love was so pure and true. And honestly one of my favorite scenes with Jim is when he completely rejects that one girl in s8 while they’re on a business trip (i can’t even bother to look her name up rn) because it helps shows just how committed and loyal they are to each other and ugh, they are honestly #goals.

4. Jily (James Potter + Lily Evans, The Harry Potter series) 

Originally posted by deerxpuns

In terms of “fanon” I think this is as close as it gets for me because even though we all know that they get married and are actually super in love with each other, we never really get to see that first hand. The only times we hear about them are when someone else is describing it. But to me, at least the way I see their relationship, it’s beautiful. It’s a story of growth, and maturing, and bravery, and tragedy. They died so young and had so much more of a life to live with their son whom they no doubt loved with all of their being. I just can’t help but imagine how much Harry’s life would have been different had he been able to grow up in a house with parents who loved both him and each other unconditionally. 

5. Ten Rose (The Tenth Doctor + Rose Tyler, Doctor Who)

Originally posted by pouahhh

This was a big one for me. Before Bellarke they were my OTP. I was absolutely in love with both Billy Piper and David Tennant’s portrayal of these two characters. Rose Tyler was the actual loml. She was spunky, and happy, and wonderful. And so was Ten. They complemented each other so well and both of them brought the other down to earth when one would get lost in the clouds. AND I WAS AN ABSOLUTE DISASTER WHEN I WATCHED DOOMSDAY! I LITERALLY CRIED FOR DAYS ABOUT HOW THE DOCTOR WAS ABOUT TO BUT NEVER GOT THE CHANCE TO SAY “I LOVE YOU” AND OH GOD I’M GONNA START CRYING!!!! 


So there you go! All of the ships that leave me on a puddle when it’s least convenient. And looking back I realize I’m actually huge trash for the “friends-to-lovers” trope. But i mean, is it all that bad?? 

Tagging @nancybvers @craterhead @sherlockvowsontheriverstyx @bellarke2k17 and anyone else who would like to give it a go :)

Little Prick


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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmmm.“  Was his tight-lipped response.

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

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

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

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

“Harvey?”

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

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

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

“Mike Ross.” The nurse announced.

Mike stood and turned to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCULLY!

I wrote a fuckin’ fic in honor of this occasion, giving myself the prompt of working through the first birthday she would have had with Mulder — her 30th, which was also right after her father died. 

Includes: rambling answering machine messages, mention of Scully’s sex drive, day drinking, menstruation, astrolabes, EZ OFF, light notes of Fox Mulder’s Tragic Backstory, a depressing salad, Scully’s Living Will, a U2 song, Fiestaware, and a quote from Ulysses. 

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Almost got caught (Part 3)

For the first time ever, this is the best sleep i had ever have in my life. Not to exaggerate but i feel like i am floating in the air right now. Even in my sleep, i can smell the sweet scents of vanilla. I wonder why? This feels to good to be true. I can feel myself smilling in my sleep. This feels good. I don’t want to ever wake up. I would not hesitate to kill anybody that try to wake me up right now.

I breathe out a long and deep sigh when i feel someone pull me by the waist. I can feel some heat radiating near me. Its really near too.. wait.. what am i hugging right now? While trying to gather the strength to open my eyes and getting used to the light, i heard a soft moan. I frozed immediately. My eyes flew open as soon as i heard the noise.

I slowly took a peek at the person i am cuddling so close with just to have my nose meeting with a pink fluffy hair. Soon realisation hit me. Jimin hyung slept with me yesterday!! Maybe that is why i can sleep so well. I tried to look at his face but it was covered. He is literally breathing on my neck right now or should i say that he is breathing on my adams apple? His breathing is slow and steady, slowly hitting me with his hot breath. I can hear soft snores coming from him and it sounds so adorable. I am about to combust right now. Everything is so fluffy but its giving me a tough time too with him being so near my adams apple. His lips is barely touching them. I gulped at the sensation. I can alsl feel his hand around my waist, holding me so tight. I was still holding him like the night before too. My arms is kind of sore now but i can’t bring myself to wake jimin up.

Its okay jeon. You can endure this. This is one of the reasons to why you started working out. Don’t fail me muscles! I took this opportunity to bring jimin closer, pulling him by the waist. I left my left arm around his waist, rubbing his back from time to time. After that, i started playing with his hair. I run my hand through his hair from the back of his nape, moving upwards. I found myself smilling at how soft he is.

The thought that this will all end, saddens me. I continue doing so for i don’t know how long.

I was so into my thoughts that i did not realise that the hand on my waist moved. Suddenly, i felt a sensation on my back. Like someone rubbing my spine. I frozed. He’s awake judging from the movement.

“Why did you stop?” I can feel his breath on my adams apple. It is so near to my skin. As if he was about to kiss me.

Upon hearing that rough and deep voice, i let go of my grip around his waist.

“Hyung? Did i wake you up?”

Finally he looked up at me with his hand still around my waist, never letting go. Oh god..If he was cuter yesterday, he is more cuter cuter today. You get it? He looks so cute. His face is a bit puffy and his eyes is so cute. Oh and his lips is extra puffy after waking up. I would kiss it if i could but i have to hold myself back.

“Good morning kookie” AWWWWW SO ADORABLE OMGOMGOMG KILL ME NOW. I DON’T MIND DYING!!(JK inner mind going insane)

“G-good morning hyung. Did you sleep well? Did i wake you up?”

Jimin hyung looked at me in the eyes for like 5 seconds before answering me. That was intense. I almost look away.

“Its the best sleep i had ever have in my life. You didn’t wake me up so don’t worry.”

He immediately snuggle back like he was before. He rubbed his nose at my neck area and he breathe out a long sigh of content . I froze at the action. He is driving me insane. Park jimin is a dangerous guy. Why did fall in love with him.

“H-hyung..”

“Why did you stop?”

I was confused at what he is trying to say here. Stop what?

“Huh?stop what?”

He looked up at me with a glare and a small pout on his cute lips. Its not even intimidating. More like cute? I’m whipped guys..

“Kookie~ keep playing with my hair”

It sounded more like a plea than a demand. I let out a soft chuckle.

“Why are you laughing?” awww that pout he is having right now is so adorable. I want to kiss it so badly. Arghh!!

“Nothing hyung. You were so cute thats all”

Something in jimin’s eyes change for a moment when i said that. Oh shit. Is it disgusting? I shouldn’t have said that.. we looked at each other for 5 seconds straight in silence. I was mentally killing myself and preparing for what jimin hyung is going to say only to see a soft smile on his lips.

“I’m manly though kookie”

I mentally heaved a sigh of relief. That was close..

“Yeah okay hyung, i "believe” you"

Jimin lightly smacked my back when he heard the sacarsm in my sentence.

“Meanie..”

I let out a soft laugh at his words. Jimin also laugh along with me. Again, he snuggled so near that i almost had a heart attack. This time i continued playing with his hair. I can feel jimin hyung smilling against my skin. With our legs tangled together, he continued rubbing my back gently. My heart feels so full of love right now. Even though i knew this is just something friendly. We lay down there for about 30 minutes. All we did was just cuddling.

“Kookie?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ll be cute only for you okay?”

Before i can ask what he meant by that, the bedroom door flew open. We were both shocked at the sudden intrusion and quickly let go of each other. We both sat down on the bed facing the intruder. Turns out to be jin hyung. I should have locked the door before sleeping. Jin would always invade my bedroom without warning.

He stood there a bit shock at what he just saw. We were both staring at him.

“Umm oops? Sorry for disturbing..”

I gave my deadliest glare at jin hyung for interrupting my once in a lifetime chance. Before i can retaliate, i feel someone pulling me by my waist. What?

“Jin hyung. How can you just come in like that. I was busy cuddling with kookie and you just had to..”

My eyes grew two times larger at the statement. Did jimin hyung just?.. why?what? I can feel his grip around my waist tightened.

Jin hyung and jimin hyung were as if talking with their eyes. What is happening? I kept looking between both of them for like 10 seconds before jin hyung finally break the ice.

“Okay! Umm. Breakfast is ready. I will wait for you guys outside.. take your time.. bye..”

He finally went out of the room.. i looked at jimin hyung who still have his hand around my waist. He was still looking or more like glaring at the door even though jin hyung was already gone. I wonder why?

“Umm hyung? Shall we go?”

“Yeah. Lets go kookie”

He finally let go of his grip and slide of the bed. He slowly stretched his body when he stood up. All i can say is.. beautiful as always. I sat at the edge of my bed waiting for jimin hyung to finish stretching while admiring how he look right now.

I was busy looking when jimin squat down to look me in the eye. My heart skipped a beat again. At this rate, i might really die. He gave me the sweetest smile that can legit really save the world. I smiled an awkward smile back(nice going jungkook). Suddenly his face went serious. He scoot nearer that i can see myself in his eyes.

“Jeon jungkook”

I gulped at how serious he sounds. His voice so low and raspy. He would always call me by my nickname but when he calls my full name, i can feel shivers running down my spine and it will always make me feel hot(?)..

“Y-yeah?”

My heart was beating so wildly that i bet he could hear me. What is he trying to do now?

“Close your eyes”

I tilt my head abit in confusion. I wonder what he is trying to really do. Without hesitation, i closed my eyes, trusting jimin. Alot of thoughts run through my mind at the moment until i feel jimin’s hand at the back of my head, playing with my hair like how i did with his. I let out a sigh of content.

Suddenly, i felt something warm on my forehead. My heart beat 100 times faster if that was possible when i realised that its jimin’s lips all this while. He is kissing my forehead right now. It lingers there for like 5 seconds and it ends with a soft peck.

I still kept my eyes closed. I can still feel his hand running through my hair gently.

“Thank you jungkook”

I mentally let out a sigh of dissapointment when he finally let go of me. I can bet you that i am blushing so hard right now. Jimin could even see it but who cares. The Park Jimin kissed me. Even though its just on the forehead, its still gold okay.

“Lets go kookie”

As soon as i opened my eyes, he took my hand in his, leading me out of the room to the dining table. Along the way, i watched jimin hyung from the back. I smiled at what just happened but again, i don’t want to put any hope that we can be more than that. Its giving me some light but i don’t want to walk towards it. What if its just a friendly gesture.. i can’t assume anything. This is my first time ever, feeling this way.

I never experienced something like this. I was never interested in other guys or girls. Its only jimin hyung who made me feel this way. It may be my first love but it will never be my last..

When we walked into the kitchen, everyone looked at us with a knowing look. I blushed when i realised that we are still holding hands. I don’t want to be rude to just pull my hands off, so i made an excuse of wanting to go to the toilet.

When he let go, i feel so empty.. this feels so shitty man. Love.. its beautiful at times but there would always be pain. Sucks to be me.

After that, we all had our breakfast as per normal well, except yoongi hyung. Bet he is stilk sleeping. Everyone talking like they always do. Sometimes i can feel jimin hyung looking at me and we would make eye contact at times. I would get so flustered and looked down at my food.

Why is he such a natural flirt. I hate him for making me so flustered. Park jimin.. born to flirt naturally.

Side note: i am feeling good today, so i updated again. How is this chapter? Tell me your opinion so far. Love you guys💕

OTP AU Writing Prompts

All of these are SFW. A mixture that will work for either kid or adult characters. Some can also be used just for buddies! :)

-”So I’m waiting for my mum to come back to the video game store because I need her to loan me some money, and you’re over there helping your little sister to reach a game that’s obviously for five year olds and holy crap is that my favourite video game on your shirt it looks kinda like my shirt only better” au

-”I hate this lesson we’re in and crap I messed up AGAIN ugh hey you’re next to me so sorry but do you know what the hell I have to do’ au

-”You live next door to me and I keep hearing you yelling and one day I go to tell you to keep it down and oh my god you’re yelling because you’re watching/playing my favourite video game/anime” au

-”I’ve been kinda depressed lately and I tried to hide it, but apparently you noticed. So you’ve been sneaking notes with happy messages on them under my door/on my locker/around my stuff and that’s really sweet and I want to be your friend because that helped me but I don’t know who you are” au

-”As if I didn’t already not want to go to this movie/play/whatever the idiot working on the seating accidentally placed me really far away from my family and now I’m next to you and hey you hate this as well cool oh you’re into the same stuff I like wanna be friends” au

-”My parents signed me up for this cheap low-rate art/science/whatever club and I’m sitting next to you and well hey it’s a partner activity and neither of us know anybody here so how about we go together” au

-”Our idiot mutual friends roped us into going out together” au

-”This Valentine’s Day I left a ton of meme-based ecards I printed off the internet on a bunch of people’s lockers/pinboards/whatever as a joke, but you took it seriously and sent one back, and we’re sending them to each other and my god your sense of humour is exactly like mine and we’ve started to leave more personal messages on them, whoa at what point did I fall for you” au

-”We follow each other’s anonymous blogs on tumblr about a trashy thing that we’d get teased for liking, so I caught you on your phone reading tumblr and oh my god how come you’re reading that? Wait crap don’t freak out about it I’m sorry THAT’S MY BLOG I LOVE THIS TRASHY THING TOO” au

-”You live next to me and you keep playing my favourite music at really high volume and one day I just decided to duet with you and when the song was over you turned off the music and screamed ‘WHO THE HELL ARE YOU’ and I guess we’re friends now lol” au

-”My asshole boyfriend didn’t show up on our date but you ran over and pretended you were going out with me and were all like ‘hey, my name’s *insert person A’s name*, what’s yours?’ so I said ‘I’m *insert person B’s name*. What the hell are you doing?’ and you were all ‘okay I’m going to pretend to be your boyfriend because your dickheaded excuse for one isn’t coming and this place is pretty dangerous when it comes to creeps and flirting’ and oh my god thank you so much hey you’re actually pretty nice, here’s my number” au

-”You’re in one of my classes and I don’t know you very well but one day you yelled out a quote from my favourite game/movie/tv/anime/book/etc and nobody got it and I felt bad for you so I continued the joke and we kept it going and wow I thought I was the only person who knew about that” au

-”Some asshole just knocked my stuff out of my arms/tipped over my entire desk/tripped me over on purpose/etc and you’re helping me to pick it all up wow thanks gee you’re cute what’s your name” au

-”I’ve just broken up with my girl/boyfriend of several years and I’m devastated and you’re my platonic best friend of all time and you’re comforting me and before I know it welp you’re hugging me well hey this is nice I like this” au

I think that’s enough for now but if I think of anything else, I’ll add some more! Reblog this with any of your own if you have something good to add!