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Can’t Pretend | Bellamy Blake X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes..

Requested by a LOT OF PEOPLE.

Characters: Bellamy/fem!reader, Octavia, Lincoln.

Modern AU.

Word Count: 2439 words.

Parts of the series: (1) (2) (3)

He wasn’t angry or indignant, his feelings went more to sadness and confusion. A little more to confusion. He wanted to understand, wanted to get things right with her, which seemed easy at first, since he knew where to find her. And it would have been easy if (Y/N) had appeared in the places where he looked for her.

Bellamy couldn’t find her in school, often he had waited for her in front of her locker, but she never showed up there, and he began to think that it might have to do with why Octavia started leaving home earlier to go to school. And maybe it had to do with the fact that (Y/N) stopped going to the Blake’s house to spend some time with Octavia. She was avoiding him, and he couldn’t exactly blame her, but he wanted to know what he had done wrong. What he had done to drive away the girl he liked, scratch that, the girl he loved.

Bellamy kept trying to talk to her for the next two weeks, until he heard that people had seen (Y/N) with another boy.  She had moved on quickly, maybe she really didn’t like him. So he tried to move on in the same way as she did, looking for someone else. Of course, that hadn’t been difficult for him. Several girls were there, waiting for Bellamy to notice them. And then he started to go out with them. Not one, not two, but a bunch of them, trying to fill the emptiness that (Y/N) had left in him, though he tried not to let it show how much she had affected him. But it didn’t go unnoticed, not by Octavia, she knew her brother well.

Octavia felt bad from the moment she had seen the hurt look in Bellamy’s eyes when her best friend broke up with him, but she couldn’t go back. (Y/N) was her support, half of the dynamic duo that they formed, and her friend’s relationship with her brother was destroying it, so that had to stop. Octavia thought that Bellamy would move on quickly, that (Y/N) had only been a crush. But soon she began to realize that she was wrong, very wrong.

On the one hand she had Bellamy, who was going out with many girls and obviously was bad, but hoping that no one noticed this, and on the other she had (Y/N), who was sad since the break up, and for whom Octavia was trying to arrange blind dates since then. Although (Y/N) had just agreed to do this after the second week, when her mood started to get better, but she hasn’t stayed with the same boy for a long time without giving up on him.

Not to mention their mood, which were constantly changing. Basically, Octavia had to put up with both being hell. So she needed to get the two of them together again. And that was what she was determined to do when she went to her brother for an afternoon.

“Hey.”she said as she sat down on the couch beside him.

“Hey.” he muttered back, his eyes still fixed on the TV screen.

“So…” she began, looking innocently at him. “Are you going to do something tomorrow?”

“No.” he looked at her laughing. “Why? Are you going to invite me on a date?

“Not with me.” she said, laughing back, receiving a confused look from Bellamy. “What about a date with (Y/N)?”

His body tensed when he heard the girl’s name being uttered. His dark eyes stared back at the TV screen. Octavia sighed when she realized she wouldn’t receive an answer from her brother, throwing her head back slightly.

“C’mon Bell.” he stared at her coldly. “I know you still like her and…”

“I don’t like her.” he cut her off. “And she doesn’t like me. So just leave us alone.”

Octavia just stared at her brother as he got up and headed for his bedroom. Maybe that would be harder than she’d expected. While she watched the random show that Bellamy was watching, she began to think of several ways of getting the two together in the same place. She could call (Y/N) to go to her house, Bellamy was always there. But… No, (Y/N) would know she’d have a chance to bump into Bellamy there and wouldn’t come.

She couldn’t tell (Y/N) that she was wanting to get them together again, she even imagined (Y/N)n getting angry with her. One hour you want me to date him, on another you want us to break up, make up your mind. Octavia sighed, throwing herself completely on the couch when someone came to her mind. Lincoln. His house was the only place where a discussion could happen without attracting some looks from another person. But of course, she would have to talk to Lincoln to see if he was okay with it. But she could leave it for later, first she had to figure out a way to get her brother and her best friend there. For (Y/N), Octavia didn’t take long to think, it wasn’t so difficult.

“Are you free tomorrow?” those were the first words Octavia said when she called (Y/N) later that day.

“It depends, what do you have in mind?” (Y/N) yawned on the other end of the line.

"There’s this boy…” Octavia began, being interrupted by a grunt from her friend. “I swear to you, he’s cool, he’s Lincoln’s friend, you can trust him.”

It took her some time to convince the girl to go to Lincoln’s house in the other day, where she and Octavia were supposed to meet Lincoln and (Y/N)’s date, although Octavia was sure that (Y/N) would only go because they would go to a restaurant. That girl. Her willingness to go was represented by the time she took to get ready the next day, which was a lot since she was practically crawling with laziness, while Octavia kept waiting for her in the living room.

Octavia took advantage of the fact that (Y/N) wasn’t there and picked up her cell phone, dialing her brother’s number. She had already managed to convince her friend to go to the planned place, now she needed to make sure that Bellamy would show up there. But her brother didn’t answer the call, making the girl having to leave a voice message for him.

"Bell, I’m at Lincoln’s.” she tried to sound as casual as she could. “We have some things to do, so I thought maybe I could spend the night here.”

If Bellamy were in his normal mood, his brother’s super protective sense would lead him to Lincoln’s house. At least that was what Octavia expected to happen. Not long afterward, (Y/N) returned to the living room, ready to leave, though she didn’t seem to be very excited for the night to come.

“It’s going to be fun, I promise.” Octavia said, reaching her hand for her friend to pick it up.

“You’d better be right.” (Y/N) replied, with a small smile on her face and accepting the girl’s hand, which led her out of the house.

The two of them walked to Lincoln’s house, which luckily wasn’t far from (Y/N)’s. The girl was starting to get excited for the night while Octavia invented things the four of them could do together.

“I’m so in for a miming game.” (Y/N) commented, making Octavia chuckle and nod.

“Sounds like your thing.”

Both of them arrived at the house, from which Octavia opened the door, letting her friend enter first and finding Lincoln in the room, which made the body of the Blake girl freeze. She had focused so much on ideas of how to make (Y/N) and Bellamy go to that house that she had forgotten to tell Lincoln about the plan.

The man was dressed in casual clothes, sitting in his chair, reading something. His gaze went to the two girls standing in the doorway, his expression getting confused within seconds.

“He’s not ready.” (Y/N) murmured in Octavia’s ear.

“It happens a lot.” she answered with a nervous laugh, taking a few steps in front of (Y/N) to try to signal something to Lincoln. “You keep forgetting our dates.“

Lincoln looked from one to the other, holding the urge to ask what was happening when he saw the desperate look Octavia was sending him.

"I completely forgot.” he tried not to let the uncertainty appear in his voice, leaving his book on the coffee table that stood there and standing. “I’ll get dressed, I guess.”

“No, it’s okay.” Octavia nodded, looking more relieved. “You know what? You look great in this outfit, just stay like this.”

(Y/N) glanced suspiciously at her friend. Octavia had pretty much forced her to dress up, why didn’t he have to do that too? She just tried to ignore it as Lincoln sat down again.

“What about my date?” she asked.

“He’ll probably be here soon.” Octavia said, hurrying back to close the door and pushing (Y/N) gently closer toward the couch. “Sit while we wait.”

They sat down. The next few seconds were filled with uncomfortable silence as Octavia glanced at the door, which caught (Y/N)’s attention slightly, but she only pulled it away from her mind and turned to Lincoln.

“So, how’s your friend?”

Octavia was ready to intervene, so her boyfriend wouldn’t have to answer when she noticed the noise of a car stopping near the house, making the girl smile.

“I think your date just arrived.” she said, turning her gaze to the door again.

Suddenly, Bellamy burst in, looking furiously around the room. His furious gaze, however, became confused to see a smiling Octavia, a super confused Lincoln and a (Y/N), who seemed to be beginning to understand what was going on there. Bellamy kept eye contact with (Y/N) for a few seconds until he spoke again.

“Is this your idea?” he asked the girl, who shook her head.

“I’m confused as you are.” she replied, turning her head to Octavia, who raised her arms in surrender.

“Of course it was me.” she said, earning a glare from Bellamy.

“I told you I didn’t want to talk to her.” (Y/N)’s heart clenched a little at his words.

“Let’s settle this now.” Octavia pulled (Y/N) and brought her closer to Bellamy. “You two like each other and both of you have been hell since you broke up. Can’t you guys just make up?”

“No.” he replied, causing (Y/N) to look down at her hands. “It wasn’t me who broke up with her.”

Octavia looked at her friend, encouraging her to respond. (Y/N) didn’t feel the courage to talk about it, but she sighed, looking back at the boy, who cut her off when she was about to speak.

“You didn’t even give me a reason for that.” his eyes carried the hurt, sadness and disappointment that the girl had tried to avoid looking weeks ago. “I don’t even know what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” she murmured, feeling her voice getting stuck in her throat.

“I get it.” he nodded slowly. “You just didn’t feel the same, I get that.”

“Is not it.”

Bellamy groaned in frustration. “So what is (Y/N)? How cannot be it?” his voice began to rise. “You told me you didn’t like me that day, don’t start with shit.” (Y/N) finally felt the courage began to grow in her.

“I lied, okay? I didn’t want to say anything of what I said that day.” she took a deep breath. "I lied.”

Bellamy spent a few seconds looking at her, as if to analyze if this time she was speaking the truth. He nodded slightly.

“Why did you lie?” his voice broke a little. “I loved you, dammit! You knew that. Why did you decide to lie to me? I needed you.”

(Y/N) glanced quickly at Octavia, who already had her eyes fixed on the girl, slightly shaking her head. (Y/N) sighed and turned to face Bellamy, who was waiting patiently for an answer.

"The reason doesn’t matter now.” she said, causing him to roll his eyes. “What really matters is: do you still need me?”

Bellamy let out a low chuckle and (Y/N) felt her heart clench. The answer would be no. He must hate her now. But the words that came from his mouth made her body vibrate with relief.

Love, I have wounds only you can mend.” he quoted one of the phrases of her favorite song, making her give him a big smile. “What about you?” his face was serious again. “What do you feel for me? The truth this time.”

I guess that’s love, I can’t pretend.” (Y/N) replied, making Bellamy smile back at her.

The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, just enjoying looking into each other’s eyes, before Bellamy discreetly approached her, placing his hands on her waist. (Y/N) put her hands around his neck, feeling the boy’s hair touching her skin. A few more seconds passed with they staring at each other when Bellamy crashed his lips against hers. (Y/N) had missed his soft lips touching her in the sweet way that only he knew how to do. In the background she could hear Octavia clapping and encouraging Lincoln to do the same. Poor guy. He shouldn’t be understanding anything.

“My couple.” Octavia hugged them both, making them break the kiss, and then ran to Lincoln’s side, causing the couple to chuckle.

"But seriously…” Bellamy said, making (Y/N) turn to him again. “Why did you lie?”

The girl opened her mouth, trying to make an excuse, but she couldn’t think of anything, turning to Octavia for support.

“Ok.” Octavia laughed nervously. “I convinced her to break up with you.”

It was impossible to define exactly the expression that Bellamy had on his face. Maybe confusion, maybe indignation, maybe nothing at all. But it certainly wasn’t happiness.

“Why?”

"I kind of got a little jealous from the proximity of you two.” It was clear now. It was indignation mixed with a bit of anger. “But I saw that I was wrong okay? That’s why I brought you two here. You’re kind of the OTP of my life.”

Bellamy was about to say something when (Y/N) sank against his body, taking advantage of the warmth he exuded, making him squeeze her against him while he gave Octavia thumbs up, causing the girl to smile widely. Lincoln, who now seemed to have understood what was happening, let out a chuckle and said something, catching everyone’s attention.

“God bless Octavia Blake.”


Masterlist

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preferably majority hp blogs. tysm and i hope you’re all having a good weekend 💞

Novel

Originally posted by toyboxboy

Before you even began searching for a new place that you and Spencer could call your own, you knew that the moving process was not going to be an easy one. You weren’t really sure how you’d amassed so much stuff in less than ten years, and you really didn’t want to think about how much stuff Spencer had amassed. You knew that it was going to be beyond difficult packing, decluttering, and merging your collections of things.

But you might have underestimated just how difficult it was going to be.

It is only once the two of you were left alone in your new place that you realize just how many boxes, how many pieces of furniture, how much stuff there actually was. And you aren’t sure what you were going to do with it all.

Keep reading

……i have very belatedly realized that we failed to include the actual list of responder types for the writers to opt out of

…oops

anonymous asked:

how can i approach my parents about wanting to buy a packer? i don't want to get one secretly in case they find it and assume it's something worse than it really is. but i don't know how to broach the subject, and i also don't know how to avoid making it sound really weird.

Lee says:

I’d start the conversation by acknowledging that it’s an awk topic, and finding a time you all can discuss it instead of bringing it up when they’re busy doing something.

“Hey, (mom/dad/name), I was wondering what a good time to talk to you two might be. I have something kinda awkward to ask you, it isn’t anything bad, but I want to be sure we can have a short uninterrupted time to discuss it. Would (time, day) work okay for you? It shouldn’t take too long.”

Once you’re all in the same place, it’s time to just say what you want. Or, if you didn’t want to talk in person, you could send a modified version message below as an email/text instead of saying it out loud.

“You both know I identify as (identity here), and I happened to be looking at (informational blog or post here), and I saw something about packing. Packing is when a trans-masculine person wears a soft penis-shaped item to help their dysphoria. I think it would help me feel better about my (body/self/dysphoria) if I were able to pack. It isn’t a sexual thing, it’s not a dildo, and you can’t use it for sex. 

I want to be open with you two, I didn’t want to get one and hide if from y’all because you’ve been supportive of my transition and I trust you. I’m going to (email/text/show) you this Tumblr post about packing, so you can see what I’m talking about. There are different types of packing and packers, and I’m interested in soft-packing, which like I mentioned isn’t a sex thing! 

Once you’ve looked over this post, do you think we could maybe talk about buying one for me sometime this week? I’m willing to pay (x amount) for it if I need to use your credit card, so I will pay you back for it!” 

There’s no roundabout way to ask your parents about packing, you’re gonna have to do it upfront, and you’re going to have to talk about your bottom dysphoria to explain why you want a packer.

This post, this post, this post, and this post should be helpful too.

Good luck!

younow | danisnotonfire (requested)

request: Can u do a one-shot where dan and y/n are both youtubers and they have been together for a few years and they are doing a you now together and the fans are asking them about their future together (like marriage and stuff) and it’s just really fluffy and cute? I love ur writing by the way! Thanks so much!
word count: 663
tw: none
note: hello the ending was weird but idgaf i hope u liked this because i had fun writing it

“Dan, if you’re not here in five seconds I’m starting without you!”

You turned back to your laptop, laughing to the camera. You had thirty thousand of your fans waiting for Dan to get his drink of water so you could start your weekly Thursday night YouNow.

Seconds later Dan came in, setting two glasses of water on the coffee table in front of you, and sat down next you.

“Hi guys, I’m finally here,” he smiled, scanning through the chat. “Hey Abby, Lara, Jack, Kelly and Isaac, thanks for watching.”

“Okay, so now we can start. What do you guys wanna talk about?” You ask, looking at the comments flooding into the chat. “Tyler says ‘your new video was really good’. Thanks, Tyler!“

“Katie says we need to get married or she’s unsubscribing, Dan,” you laugh, biting your lip. “And Ella is using all caps lock to tell us that we have to make babies soon.”

Dan blushed slightly, grabbing one of your hands out of the camera’s view and intertwining your fingers, making your stomach do happy little flips.

“You know what they say, give the viewers what they want.”

You and Dan have been dating for three and a half years. You met while at a YouTube convention, because you are both YouTubers. At the time, Dan had four million subscribers and you had three million. You started talking, and then less than five months later you started dating. Besides only a few minor fights that would make you stop talking to each for only a few minutes, before apologising and cuddling, you and Dan had had a good relationship.

You lay your head on Dan’s shoulder, letting him talk for a bit.

“Morgan wants to know if we’ve seen any good movies recently,” Dan reads. “Well, Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them was really good, we saw that a few weeks ago. And then Y/N made me watch the TV show version of Teen Wolf with her, which, okay, I have to admit, it’s quite good.” He leans in closer to your laptop, “I bet she only watches it because of the hot guys though,” he whispers.

You slap his shoulder, “I do not! That’s only an extra thing.”

“Whatever,” he dramatically sighs, not believing you. He pauses for a moment, reading the chat again.

You answer more questions and talk about a few topics, like what everyone did for Christmas and how they’re spending their holidays.

You notice a lot of questions about your future with Dan.

‘imagine how cute their kids would look omg’
‘Dan and you should have kids or I will cry’
‘pLEASE tell us you’re getting married soon’

Your smile grows bigger with each one. You and Dan had discussed this before, getting married and having kids. You had both agreed to settle down, and maybe it might happen when you’re less busy.

It was only when you looked up at the clock when you realised you had been talking for more than an hour.

“Oh my god, has it actually been an hour?” You ask. “Wow, that went fast.”

“Yeah, it did,” Dan agrees. “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

“Well, we’re going to go now. Hope you guys enjoyed this joint livestream thing, maybe we could do one again if you liked it? If you haven’t remembered, go take any medication you need, drink some water, eat some food, and we’ll see you later,” you told your viewers.

“Bye,” you and Dan said together, and you ended the YouNow.

“That was fun,” Dan smiled, grabbing the TV remote and laying back on the lounge.

“It was,” you nod, moving closer to Dan as he put his arm around you. “Now, what are we going to do?”

“Have sex?”

“No, nope, no way. Can we watch Teen Wolf?”

“If I say yes, can we have sex later?”

“Only if you won’t annoy me while we watch Teen Wolf?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Thank you.”

Like this post if youd be interested in me making youtube videos, and if you’d probably subscribe

Dating Poly! SoonHoon includes:

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!! I hope you all have a good time! I love you all💕💕

*cough cough* someone request chansol or minsol next please and thank you *cough cough*

Originally posted by hoonhosh

-these two dorks would be cute as hell

-jihoon would be slightly abrasive when you first met him

-I like to imagine you being a trainee in Pledis who wants to learn how to produce and compose so you asked jihoon

-the way his face was settled into a RBF made you a bit uncomfortable

-RBF means resting bitch face for those who didn’t know

-but your innocent love for all things music made jihoon soft and he agreed to give you lessons when you both had free time

-he learned a lot about you in these lessons

-like your favorite color

-your favorite drama

-your favorite candy flavor

-he was basically your best friend in the making

-when he would get back to the dorms, he would find soonyoung and immediately ask him how to be a good friend to a nice girl

-soonyoung would be ??? but would give his bro advice anyway

-jihoon would tell him about you and complain that you were super sweet but had this dark side he didn’t expect and you made him smile when he was stressed

-soonyoung would smile but his heart would be cracking right down the middle

-because I also like to imagine soonyoung having feelings for jihoon but not telling anyone

-soonyoung would swallow his pride and tell jihoon that he just had to talk to you

-he had to appreciate how you acted and how you lived

-and if he didn’t, he might lose you

- “you just have to be real, hoonie. you are a great guy. Don’t worry so much.”

-soonyoung would then have to leave the room because he couldn’t take the fact that jihoon liked someone else with out even knowing it and that someone was you.

-jihoon would grow worried that his usually extra loud friend didn’t react the way he usually would

-he brushed it off because it was close to midnight

-but the little voice in the back of his head kept telling him that soonyoung was soonyoung no matter what time it was

-and this wasn’t soonyoung behavior

-you and jihoon kept up with the semi-weekly lessons

-but you could tell that jihoon was stressed

-you and him grew close and you could tell when he felt off

-you asked him what was wrong and jihoon looked at you before sighing

-he told you that his best friend had been working himself to exhaustion and was ignoring him

-and he didn’t know what he did wrong

-and he knew it was his fault because his friend talked to everyone else

-but always spoke shortly to him before leaving the conversation

-you placed a hand on his shoulder frowning 

-you told him it would be okay and that he shouldn’t worry so much

-a tear of frustration or sadness (you couldn’t tell) ran down jihoon’s cheek and you moved your hand to wipe it away

-you heard someone clear their throat behind you and turned to see who it was

-it was soonyoung who waved awkwardly and had a forced smile on his face.

-“I just came to tell you that Seungcheol needs you.” 

-and then he walked out of the studio as briskly as he could

-“was that the best friend?” 

-jihoon nodded to answer your question before he got up to leave, and told you to continue to make your song.

-while he was gone, you realized that you didn’t like jihoon sad

-you figured that all friends felt that way

-but the ache your heart had told you that this was more than friendly empathy

-you left the studio soon after jihoon did so you could gather all your feelings before you saw him again

-in the next lesson you saw that jihoon looked worse that before

-his eyes were red rimmed and he looked exhausted

-you sat in the chair next to him and placed a hand in his back as he furiously changed the pitches of effects to a softer more delicate sound

-“soonyoung told me he liked me.”

-you were little shocked but kept your hand moving to comfort him

-“and I think I like him too. I want to give him a chance at least.”

-you felt like your heart stopped beating but you swallowed the pain and gave jihoon a gesture for him to keep talking

-“but I really like you and I don’t know what to do.”

-his face screamed desperation and you didn’t know what to do

-“do you know where he is?”

-“practicing probably. that’s all he does lately.”

-“let’s go talk to him.”

-you and jihoom made your way to a practice room

-and saw soonyoung dancing his heart out

-his thin t-shirt clinging to his back from the sweat

-his hair plastered to his forehead

-you knew why soonyoung was the dance leader because you could feel the emotion coming from every move he made.

-“don’t just stand there. Go talk to him.”

-“but what about you?” 

-“we have mutual feelings, yes, but soonyoung was in your heart way before I was. talk to him”

- jihoon walked over to the music board, waiting for the song to stop playing before he turned it off.

-soonyoung snapped his head towards the board, and saw jihoon standing there 

-“I’d like to give us a chance. if that’s okay with you.” 

-the bright smile soonyoung gave him made you smile as well

-your heart was conflicted, sad that you had to give up jihoon but happy he would be happy

-“but I really like y/n too so i think you should get to know her, and maybe we could do a polyamourous thing?”

-both you and soonyoung made confused noises and shared soft amused smiles when you noticed. 

-“I want to date both of you. at the same time. so I want you two to get to know each other so we could maybe do that”

-you and soonyoung made eye contact and shrugged  

-jihoon smiled a very adorable smile and you melted inside

-you and soonyoung got close very quickly

-soonyoung watched you compose with jihoon  

-you watched soonyoung and jihoon practice

-jihoon watched you and soonyoung goof around  

-the three of you were smitten with one another

-which was very convenient

-you were actually the one to ask the boys out

-you were tired of endlessly flirting with each other

-you went to your currently bi-weekly lesson and kissed both of the boys

-straight on the mouth

-and told them that if they didn’t want to date you that’s fine but you were tired of just flirting

-“so can we please just date already?”

-you guys have cute indoor picnics in the practice room

-you have ‘lessons’ in the studio which basically includes you and jihoon trying to compose but really soonyoung interrupts and you just start making out

-the boys are very sweet

-soonyoung is very into skinship and jihoon really isn’t so you guys don’t do much skinship in public

-but in private anything is free game

-soonyoung loves hugs

-back hugs

-side hugs

-long hugs

-foward hugs

-all the hugs

-he loved hugs with both you and jihoon

-he could rest his chin on his head and you would hug him back just as tightly

-jihoon loved making songs for the both of you

-you would do anything for them

-fights wouldn’t be often or bad or really even have actual fighting

-like for example

-you had two workaholic perfectionists for boyfriends

-sometimes they didn’t have time to hang out

-or you’d bring them food, expecting to be able to spend time with them

-and you’d have to leave because they would eat and immediately go back to what they were doing

-you were loved and you knew you were loved 

-but sometimes it hurt you

-you wouldn’t mean to but you would distance yourself from them

-you wouldn’t show up to the lessons

-you wouldn’t come to practice

-the other trainees would say that you would show up every morning looking exhausted

-the boys would try to talk to you but you wouldn’t answer

-or you would answer in short bursts

-jihoon would just remember when soonyoung ignored him

-when he almost lost one of the people that means the most to him

-and now he might be losing the other

-soonyoung would be devastated

-he would be the one to begin to fix it though

-he would take jihoon to you and would apologize

-jihoon would ask what they had done

-you would tell them that they hadn’t don’t anything, you just felt a little unloved

-soonyoung would shed a few tears as he pulled you into a hug

-jihoon would go behind and backhug you, quietly whimpering as he held back tears

-both boys would feel so guilty and would do anything to make you happy

-speaking of happy let’s get back to that cause I’m sad now

-jihoon would be a cuddler when he sleeps i feel 

-he’d like being snuggled but also snuggling so

-if you all three sleep in the same bed he’d probably sleep in the middle

-you’d probably be the little spoon 

-but I also feel like soon would like to be the little spoon sometimes

-you and jihoon would cook because soonyoung probably has the power to burn water

-soonyoung would love doing your hair

-even though he’d probably be shit at it

-next part is sexy times so if you wanna skip that look for the all caps 😁

-I feel like sex would be cool

-jihoon would probably be vocal since he is normally quieter

-by that same science, soon would probably be a quiet groaner

-I don’t think they would be super kinky

-but they’d be into some serious shit

-double penetration

-light bondage

-facials

-slight voyerism

-soon would probably be really into eating both of you out

-jihoon would get a kick out of public places

-so mirror sex at the practice room

-studio sex with music blasting so people don’t hear your moans

-I feel like jihoon like toys

-and I feel like soon loves shower sex

-OKAY PG AGAIN

-I don’t know what else to think

-soon maybe makes choreo to the both of your favorite songs 

-jihoon creates your favorite songs

-soonhoon will be adorable

-I love this thank you

-I hope you all have a merry Christmas and happy holidays
-I don’t know what else to say
-I’m sorry 🙃
-much love you guys 💙💕

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Time Will Tell

An idea popped into my head so I had to write it. Plus it’s been almost a year since the season 12 finale so they’ve been married for almost a year in my book (cause who cares about Greys timeline, right?)

All my previous fics can be found here (x)


The day was finally here.

Their one year anniversary.

They have been married for a whole year.

And Amelia was so, so lost. She had no idea what to give him.

And the fact he kept going around with a stupid, yet adorable, grin on his face, teasing her, saying he was sure she was going to love the gift he got for her certainly wasn’t helping her.

She could ask Meredith and Maggie. Although, Meredith would probably say she was busy and couldn’t care less. And Maggie would probably tell her to buy plane tickets to Paris and have dinner on top of the Eiffel Tower or something disgustingly romantic along those lines.

The thing is, she wasn’t feeling as excited about this as she should be. Each time she struggled with ideas of what to give him she could feel her mood go a little down.

So not only was she frustrated with herself for still not having bought him anything yet, she was also getting mad that she wasn’t as excited as she should be to be celebrating a whole year of sharing her life with that man.

Because despite the ups and downs - or more downs than ups - it had been the best year of her life.  She learned that Owen would always be by her side no matter what and would always love her despite the dark and scary things of her past. Because that’s the type of guy he is.

And she couldn’t be more happy and proud to call him her husband.

But all of this didn’t help with the fact that she still didn’t know what to give him.

It was starting to affect her job. She kept thinking about it throughout the day and during surgeries. It got so bad that she had to force herself to focus on the open brain in front of her.

And that’s where she was standing now, with a person’s skull open in front of her. And all she could think of was Owen.

Also, the fact he was standing two feet from her, operating with her, certainly didn’t help.

“So, I thought once we finish here, we can go celebrate.“

Amelia’s hands froze for a split second but soon carried on their function. “Where are we going anyway?”

“I told you, it’s a surprise.” He smiled.

She huffed but smiled anyway. It was kind of cute how bad he was at hiding his excitement. For the past few weeks, she caught him staring at her at random times with a discreet silly smile on his face. The kind of smile that made her love him just a tiny bit more.

“Alright, but I still need to go somewhere before we do your thing. So maybe, you could pick me up at home?”

He looked at her sideways, his expression saying ‘what are you up to?’, but knowing Amelia there was no point in asking that, so he simply smiled and agreed. “Sure, that works.”

Once the surgery was done, Amelia quickly changed clothes and made her way to her car.

And she still wasn’t sure what to give him. There was nothing he had shown any particular interest.

She could give him a tie, but he hadn’t been Chief in a while so he barely wore them now, beside it was a completely boring gift. She could give him tickets to a Hawks game, he would surely like that, but she was aiming for something more meaningful than that.

She didn’t want something cheesy and overly-romantic, because they both know that’s not her thing- or his, for that matter. That’s not how they express their feelings.

But she wanted to give him something that showed him just how much she loved him. Something that showed how grateful she was for this last year with him, but that also showed how excited she was for all the years to come.

It had to be something with meaning, and the years they’d spent together would only add even more meaning to it. It had to be something their, still nonexistent, kids would look at one day and know it represents the love their parents have for each other.

Suddenly an idea popped in her head and her heart filled with excitement.

Quickly putting the car into drive, Amelia stepped on the gas and got to business.

Meanwhile Owen was going around the house waiting for Amelia. He tried sitting down, but he was too excited for their night. He was pretty sure she was going to love everything he prepared for them. But that didn’t stop the little voice in his head saying ‘what if she doesn’t like it? you’re screwed man…”.

Maybe he should have done the traditional thing. He should have made a reservation at a fancy restaurant, he’d give her flowers, say she looks beautiful. She’d smile and lean in to kiss him. They’d exchange gifts and go home to show each other just how strong their love is.

Although, he knew Amelia didn’t care much for the traditional way of things. She preferred to do things her way and go with what felt right.

So that’s exactly what he did.

Finally Amelia arrived home. He barely had time to look at her because as soon as she crossed the door she ran to their room, closed the door and yelled that she need 10 minutes and then they could go.

True to her word, 10 minutes later the bedroom door opened and the most beautiful woman he had ever seen came out. She had a simple, yet beautiful, black dress on that hugged her curves perfectly. Her hair was down and curly, just the way he liked it. And her blue eyes had this sparkle to them that made him just want to kiss her.

Amelia made her way to him and extended her hand for him to grab. Owen playfully twirled her around, brought her closer to him and whispered, “Beautiful.”

And was rewarded with a kiss.

“Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see soon. Come on.”

They got in Owen’s truck and were on their way. Amelia slid into the middle sit and nestled her head on his shoulder, occasionally placing gentle pecks on his neck.

Too busy with the feel of his pulse on her lips, Amelia barely noticed the truck had come to a stop, let alone where it had stopped.

Looking around Amelia noticed they were in the middle of the woods, more precisely, the exact place in the woods where his trailer was once parked.

“Owen?”

Owen simply smiled at her and got out of the truck. He went around it and opened the door for her to get out. Grabbing her hand, Owen brought her to the back of the truck and opened the tailgate.

There was an improvised bed made there. Some pillows, a few blankets and a pizza box. It looked perfect and cozy.

“Well, this is different…”

For a moment, he panicked. “Do you like it?”

“It’s perfect.” Amelia leaned in to kiss him and climbed into the back of the truck. “Come on.”

They both nestled against each other and the pillows. Owen threw the blanket on top of them and brought her closer to him, dropping a quick kiss to her temple.

“So, you really like it?”

“I do. I’m just wondering, how did you think of this?”

“Well, look up.”

She did as he said and the sight before her almost took her breath away. The sky was cleared and filled with beautiful shining stars. It looked mesmerizing and Amelia got lost in the sight. But his strong voice brought her back.

“Remember how you kept saying that when you lived in LA you liked going on Addison’s deck and look at the stars? Well, I could tell you missed it so I thought of place for you to see the stars here and what better place than where we had our first kiss.”

Too overwhelmed for words Amelia leaned in and brought their lips together. The kiss was intense, passionate and powerful. It screamed love and gratitude.

“I love you. I really do.”

He smiled at her and stroked her cheek, silently thanking everything and everyone that this woman was his wife. “I know. And I love you.”

The rest of the night was spent eating pizza, kissing and star gazing. It was just them there and it felt absolutely peaceful and perfect.

“Hey, sit up for a minute. I got something for you.”

“Funny, I got something for you too.”

Owen reached under his stack of pillows and pulled out a small box.

“You know we’re already married right?”

Owen pinched her side for her smartass remark and handed her the box. “Open it.”

She did as he said and found a ring inside. It was simple but elegant, with a thin silver band and a small diamond in the middle.  “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah?” he grabbed it from the box and placed it on her finger right above her wedding ring. “I never got a chance to give you an engagement ring, and I don’t know, I always wanted to give you one.”

“I love it, Owen. It’s beautiful.”

“This past year wasn’t easy. But that doesn’t change what I feel for you in any way. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know you know that but I wanted to give you something that would show it.”

Amelia cleared a tear that was threatening to fall, stroked his stubbly cheek and chuckled. “It’s funny. I wanted to give you something that would show that too, but I couldn’t, for the life of me, think of anything.”

She took the box from her bag and fidgeted with it behind her back, hoping he wouldn’t catch on the fact she was nervous as hell. “Finally today I thought of something and I hope you like it.”

Amelia handed him the box and watched Owen’s face closely as he opened it.

Opening the box, he saw a watch inside. It was beautiful and it looked expensive as hell.

Amelia stared at him while he alternated between staring at her and the watch.

Feeling her nervous were getting the best of her, Amelia started rambling and trying to explain why she got him that specific gift.

“I would’ve given you the same one my mother gave my father, but it has a very special meaning to my family, and to me. And I want us to build our own special meanings, to start our own traditions. I mean, we’re building our lives, right? And I want you to remember me every time you look at it, the way my father remembered my mom whenever he looked at the time and-”

Her nervous rambling was interrupted by his lips crashing on hers.

“You like it?”

“I love it. I love you and- God, Amelia, I love you so much it scares me.”

She laughed, knowing exactly how he felt. “There’s one more thing…” Amelia looked at him smiling, and did a turning motion with her finger, indicating him to turn the watch around.

Owen flipped the watch around and saw an inscription. He brought the watch closer to his face to read it.

And his heart filled with love.

“time will tell how much i love you”

“Happy anniversary, Owen.”

“Happy anniversary, sweetheart.”

Hey y’all I need a summer pen pal!!!

My name is Chelsea, I am 19, I have submitted here before and I have kept one long term friend. Mostly we just message on tumblr and I really enjoy that I have someone outside of my home life to talk to and share advice with. On the other hand though, I have always really wanted a pen pal that I could write to. 

I’m currently living in San Antonio, Tx going to college but I am originally from Harlingen, Tx which is a border land city. I love my home and I love being Mexican American but my Spanish is not that great being a “third generation immigrant” and everything. So if you know both English and Spanish it would be cool to write in either one to gain practice and experience. 

I am looking for someone preferably out of the country probably in the UK region. I know paying for postage will be a bitch but go big or go home right? I’m hoping to reach someone who is older than 16 at least but I know there’s not many people reading these. Boys? Girls? LGBTO+? Conservative? Liberal? Religious? Not Religious? I am open to all people as long as you are willing to openly respect my opinions and beliefs because I am willing to do the same with you. I will openly state that I stand as a Liberal Democrat in the political climate today. I identify as bisexual and I am a girl using she/her pronouns. 

So I love music and I love to write and I love to read YA novels about LGBTQ+ characters. I love all members of 1D together and apart. I listen to indie music more than anything but I have been recently getting into rap and R&B. My absolute fave band is Bad Suns and I love Frank Ocean. I also like to do some artsy things so maybe we could share a journal or something. I am open to all ideas. Just message me at my tumblr, drunk-writing.tumblr.com if you are interested (I swear I am not as pretentious as that url sounds). 

Lon'qu/Florina C-S support

Written by  animenutcase


C SUPPORT

Florina: You can do this, Florina. Just like you practiced. “My name is Florina… I’m a servant of House Caelin… Thank you for helping me!”

Florina: Oh, there he is! Lon'qu!

Lon'qu: Gya! Begone, woman!

Florina: Eek! I-I’m sorry!

[Fade to black, then fade in.]

Florina: I-I apologize for frightening you!

Lon'qu: N-no, I’m the one who yelled.

Florina: But I did end up startling you. I didn’t know that you had issues being around women. You seemed so calm in battle.

Lon'qu: I’ve found it’s easier to deal with in life and death situations.

Florina: T-true. I don’t worry as much about men when we’re fighting for our lives. And, I actually…! I wanted to thank you for helping me the other day.

Lon'qu: I-I see.

Florina: But we ended up getting scolded by [y/n]… He/She/They wants us to work on getting past our fear… And to do it together.

Lon'qu: If that’s what’s been ordered, I’ll do so.

Florina: So… how should we go about this?

Lon'qu: I’m not sure. This is the first time I’ve tried something like this with a partner that had the same issue.

Florina: I-I guess we could start by spending time around the opposite sex.

Lon'qu: We’re doing that right now, though.

Florina: M-Maybe we should try going where there’s a bunch of girls for you and a bunch of guys for me? We c-could act as moral support for each other?

Lon'qu: I suppose it’s worth a try.

Florina: O-okay. So first…

[Lon'qu and Florina have reached support rank C.]


B SUPPORT

Florina: I’m so sorry, Lon'qu! I didn’t realize it was THAT sort of ladies’ club! They kept trying to touch you even after you said not to… It was a huge disaster!

Lon'qu: It-It’s fine. It wasn’t your fault. At the very least, going to the tavern worked out alright for you, even if you didn’t say much.

Florina: But I didn’t realize your problem with women was so severe, Lon'qu. M-Maybe spending time around so many women isn’t the right way to go, at least not yet.

Lon'qu: Do you have any other suggestions?

Florina: Um… I know this is going to sound strange, but… (blush) We could try h-h-holding hands.

Lon'qu: (blush) What!?

Florina: W-We don’t have to! I just wanted to make a suggestion of some sort.

Lon'qu: … Very well. Give me your hand.

Florina: A-Are you sure? Okay…

Lon'qu: …

Florina: …

Lon'qu: …

Florina: Are you alright? You’re starting to look pale.

Lon'qu: I’m… fine.

Florina: You’re NOT fine! You look like death!

Lon'qu: It’s alright. Just let go of my hand and give me a few minutes. I’ll be okay.

Florina: Lon'qu, I was really nervous, too… But that reaction wasn’t normal. I-Is there a reason you’re afraid of women?

Lon'qu: …

Florina: I-I’m sorry to pry!

Lon'qu: Don’t worry about it. I’ll… tell you the story another time. 

[Lon’qu leaves.]

Florina: Lon'qu…

[Lon'qu and Florina have reached support rank B.]


A SUPPORT

Lon'qu: Florina?

Florina: Oh! It’s you, Lon'qu.

Florina: I’ve decided to tell you about how my… condition came about.

Florina: I-I see. It wouldn’t be fair if you were the only one revealing it, so I’ll tell you my story, too.

Lon'qu: Alright. Go ahead.

Florina: I grew up in a snowy place called Ilia. My eldest sister, Fiora, raised me along with my other sister, Farina.

Lon'qu: Are your sisters Pegasus Knights as well?

Florina: Yes. I’ve been around pegasi and Pegasus Knights for as long as I can remember. And because Pegasus Knights can only be women in my world, I wasn’t around men very much. I also think that Fiora might have been a bit overprotective of me at times. As a result, I wasn’t very prepared when I first started mercenary work, as is our custom. I got a little better after spending a year with Lady Lyndis’s group in Caelin, but I’m still rather shy, even around women.

Lon'qu: Still, it’s admirable that you continued your work, even when you were afraid. You should be proud.

Florina: Th-thank you.

Lon'qu: As for my story… I don’t have any memories of either of my parents. I grew up in the slums of a place called Chon'sin. My only friend was a girl named Ke'ri. At some point, we began to think of ourselves as sweethearts. One afternoon, we ran afoul of bandits, and despite my attempts to protect her, she… ended up protecting me instead.

Florina: So she…

Lon'qu: Yes.

Florina: How horrible! And you haven’t gotten close to anyone since then?

Lon'qu: Not… in the sense of being friends. Eventually, I travelled to another land and became the champion of the country’s khan. He’s a good man, and I was lucky to serve him, but I was defeated not long before being summoned. Oof!

Florina: You’ve been alone for so long!

Lon'qu: …

Florina: … Oh! I’m sorry! I hugged you unexpectedly right after you told me your story. That was rude of me.

Lon'qu: I-It’s fine. I didn’t mind it as much as I thought I would.

Florina: Oh. Maybe talking about it helped a little with your… fear?

Lon'qu: It’s… possible. I mean, I couldn’t imagine you doing something like this before.

Florina: That’s true. Maybe we could do things like this to help us move past our fear?

Lon'qu: But if people saw us-

Florina: We wouldn’t need to do anything that could be miscontrued! We could… pat each other on the back or slap each other on the shoulder when the other tells a joke.

Lon'qu: Neither of us is really the joking type.

Florina: That’s… true.

Lon'qu: But I suppose it’s worth a shot. Thank you, Florina.

Florina: I-I’m the one who should be thanking you! But… You’re welcome, Lon'qu.

[Lon'qu and Florina have reached support rank A.]


S SUPPORT

Lon'qu: Florina? Are you there?

Florina: Lon'qu! I was just thinking I’d like to see you.

Lon'qu: You were?

Florina: Y-yes. I wanted to tell you how grateful I am to have met you. I feel that meeting you and fighting alongside you hasn’t just made me a stronger fighter, but a stronger person in general.

Lon'qu: Any growth you’ve made, whether as a warrior or person, is entirely your own. You’ve always been a strong person. You just needed to realize that.

Florina: Even so, I want to be even stronger. I want to be the sort of person to stand at your side.

Lon'qu: Wh-what?

Florina: I-I’m sorry! I just blurted it out without thinking! Just forget I said anything!

Lon'qu: Hold on! Are you trying to say you have some sort of… feelings for me?

Florina: I’m so embarrassed, please forget I said anything!

Lon'qu: Florina…

Florina: I mean I always thought you were really amazing, and I turned out to be right- Oh! Lon'qu, you’re- you’re holding my hands! And you look so… at ease. Is your fear of women gone?

Lon'qu: Not entirely. I’ve become calmer around women, but I’m not completely comfortable just yet. You’re the exception.

Florina: I-I am?

Lon'qu: I admit, I’ve somewhat admired you as well. You charge into battle despite your timidity, and you’re willing to try conquering your fear. That part of you is rather charming.

Florina: Y-You’re making me blush.

Lon'qu: …

Florina: Um… Does this make us a c-couple?

Lon'qu: I would imagine so. As for how that bodes for us…

Florina: We’re of two different worlds, after all. I mean, I WANT to be with you, but I’m not sure how we’d decide where to go.

Lon'qu: I’ll follow you wherever it is you decide to go.

Florina: What!? B-But what about your world? Khan Basilio?

Lon'qu: My contract with him had already ended, and even if it hadn’t, I know he would have encouraged me to follow my heart. You, in other words.

Florina: Oh, Lon'qu! I’m so happy! I can’t wait for you to meet my sisters. Fiora and Farina are going to love you.

Lon'qu: I’ll look forward to it.

[Lon'qu and Florina have reached support rank S.]

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          “ FORGIVE MY ASKING, but you appear a lot grimmer than the last time we spoke… “ the telepath remarked, regarding the other with concern. anything which could wipe the grin off of PETER QUILL’S FACE? now, that was something to worry about, FOR CERTAIN. “ ———— what happened? “

Love Looks Not With the Eyes

Requested: the Reader is dared to ask Reid on a date, but upon realizing that she’s genuinely interested in him, decides to comes clean.


It was supposed to be a dare. Two years of working as the counter-terrorism team’s technical analyst had led to some close workplace friendships. One of which is Penelope Garcia, the analyst for the BAU. And by proxy, since he spends so much time around her, Derek Morgan. Y/N keeps Penelope company when her team is out in the field, and her colorful counterpart returns the favor when counterterrorism is gone. When there’s no case, she’ll occasionally go up a floor to visit Morgan and Penelope, and maybe grab lunch together. They make a good trio, all of them able to laugh and joke in order to lift the burden of their serious jobs, and yet hold a meaningful conversation at the same time. They are friends who understand each others fears, and share in each others happiness.

It’s at lunch when she off-handedly mentions to Penelope that she wants to go see an upcoming production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream that Morgan raises his eyebrows.

“You’re a nerd, aren’t you?” His tone is light, conveying no cruelty, only amicable teasing.

“Well, I work with computers all day, and I’m friends with Penelope. What else did you expect?” she laughs.

“No, no.” Derek shakes his head. “Not like that. I mean a bona fide, actual nerd. You probably read old literature, listen to classical music, learn things for fun. That sort of thing.”

“We can’t all kick down doors for a living,” she replies. This earns her a giggle from Penelope. “But you’re right. I do enjoy all of the above.” Since she was little, she’s loved books and words and stories. She embraces all things academia and actively seeks out plays and concerts. To some, it might seem old-fashioned, even lame. That’s fine with her. She loves what she loves, and her friends respect that.

Abruptly shifting gears, he asks, “You’re not seeing anyone, right?”

Perplexed, she tells him she isn’t. A conniving look is traded between Morgan and Penelope, and she braces herself for whatever crazy thing they’re about to suggest, or whatever witty joke they’ll make.

“How’d you like to go on a date?” Penelope asks. “With someone who has similar interests?”

“Where is this heading?” When Penelope gets that mischievous glint in her eyes, she’s learned to hesitate.

“We dare you to ask Spencer Reid out on a date,” Morgan says.

Her jaw drops. “Reid? No way. Absolutely not.” The awkward agent they work with? He’s brilliant, but where his mental abilities are top-notch, his social skills are severely lacking. Though he is good-looking, she would never consider dating him. Besides, he’s not quite handsome. More like pretty.

“Oh come on, Y/N! He’s totally got a crush on you.” A fact which she’s well aware of. Reid isn’t the best at hiding his emotions. Every now and then, when she’s walking through the bullpen in search of Penelope or Morgan, she’ll catch him staring at her out of the corner of his eye, or while pretending to be reading something. When she talks to him, he always gets flustered and ends up tripping over his words. It’s sweet – in the way a clumsy puppy dog is sweet. But she has no romantic interest in the guy.

“We double dare you,” Penelope adds, smirking. “If you do it, we’ll buy lunch next week. It’s just one date! How bad could it be?”

“Besides, it would make Pretty Boy very happy. You don’t want him to be lonely and pining forever, do you? Go out with him, talk about books and shit, and then you can politely refuse another date and my man can move on. It’s really a win-win here.”

After much begging, bribing, manipulating, and peer pressuring, she finally gives in. The next day, she marches right up to Reid and asks him if he’d like to go out sometime. He turns three shades of red before managing to agree, and they make a date for coffee that weekend. When the BAU gets called out on a case that Friday, she’s a little relieved that she has an extra week’s reprieve. What is she even supposed to say to him on a date? If it’s as bad as she fears it might be, she figures she can always discreetly text a friend and ask them to call her faking a family emergency. Dares are dares, however, and she intends to at least show up.

The following Saturday they finally go out for coffee. He’s already waiting at a table inside when she arrives, nervously tapping his feet and checking his watch. His clothing isn’t much different than what she’s seen him wear to the office – a button down shirt, Converse, a sweater – but it’s slightly less formal. No tie, and none of the trademark intensity he harbors when he’s focused on a case. The smile he greets her with is hesitant, but it looks good on him. Something that surprises her.  She’s never really seen Reid happy.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t come,” he says as they sit down, coffee in hand. “Thought maybe you might decide you didn’t want to go on a date with me after all.”

“I wouldn’t do that.” Not since she accepted a dare from Morgan and Penelope. This is for them. She just has to make it through one date. “So, um, tell me a little more about yourself. Outside of work, that is. Something I wouldn’t know.”

Reid ponders this, then says, “Well, I grew up in Las Vegas. I have three tropical fish. And I once kissed Lila Archer.”

Another surprise. Her jaw drops. “You mean that Lila Archer? The actress?” He nods sheepishly, and she tries to picture how exactly the shy Spencer Reid managed to kiss Lila Archer. Upon being asked, he tells her a little about the case they worked, in which she was stalked. He stayed with her to protect her, and one thing led to another.

“What about you?” he asks. “What’s something I wouldn’t know about you?”

She laughs. “I don’t think I can top kissing Lila Archer, but I do have a cat and a pretty extensive movie collection. Not to brag, but I’m also a pretty good surfer – and I don’t just mean the internet. I went to college in Florida, near the ocean, and every chance we got my roommates and I would go out on the water.”

“Do you miss it?”

Nobody has asked her that in a long time. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. There’s nowhere nearby to surf, and I rarely get enough time off from work to make a trip to a good beach. The Potomac really has nothing on the ocean.”

“Why’d you choose to come to Washington?”

“I was a CompSci and PoliSci major, and I wanted to do something that made a difference, you know? I found out about the FBI’s intelligence analyst positions at a job fair after grad school, and somehow managed to pass the Basic Field Training Course. It just felt really right. There are still times I doubt myself though, or wonder if I would’ve been better somewhere else.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m really glad you’re here.” There’s such sincerity in his words that the dread she’d been feeling all week begins to ebb away. From there, the conversation gets so much easier. They talk about school and work and the places they’ve lived. They discover they love many of the same books and movies, and that the few TV shows he watches happen to be some of her favorites. When he mentions that his fish are named Ophelia, Hamlet, and Horatio, she bursts out laughing. A flash of hurt crosses his face, thinking she’s laughing at him. Not wanting to offend him she quickly explains that her cat is named Robin Goodfellow.

“As in Puck?” he clarifies.

“Exactly the one! I’ve always loved Shakespeare, and A Midsummer Night’s Dream is my favorite.” And of the play’s characters, that mischievous Puck held a special place in her heart. “Of course Robin Goodfellow is a bit lengthy, so he mostly just answers to Puck. Just like the character.”

The more they talk, the more she realizes how much she has overlooked about him. Or perhaps she wasn’t looking at him carefully enough. Morgan is classically handsome, his physical appearance and confidence a winning combination that lures people towards him. In a crowded room, people – especially women – tend to gravitate towards him. Reid is different. He’s pretty, but his awkwardness and shyness mask what lies in his heart. For the first time in two years, she’s really seeing him.

For the first time she’s seeing his heart.

It is full and it is kind, and so overwhelmingly gentle. Reid is perfectly polite, but not to the point of formality. His laugh makes her feel warm, and when he smiles at her, the corners of his eyes crinkle and she knows she has his full attention. He’s dorky in the most endearing ways, and as a fellow nerd, she appreciates his love for learning and sci-fi shows and classic literature.

Three and a half hours they talk, until the shop begins to close up. Disappointment washes over her, followed by the startling realization that she’s disappointed because it means she has to part ways with Reid. It’s not a joke anymore. It’s not some annoying dare Penelope put her up to. She likes him. She really likes him. The last three and a half hours have been the best date she’s been on in a very long time. Just sitting and talking to someone who is so genuinely sweet and smart and interesting. She doesn’t want it to end.

Reid looks at his watch, and sighs. “I was going to ask if you wanted to go to the Folger Shakespeare Library, but it’s too late. They’ve already closed for the day.” And now he’s inviting her to visit the Folger Library? It’s been on her list of DC things to do for ages, but she never wanted to go alone, and none of her friends shared an interest in the Bard. Going with Reid though is a thing she very much wants to do. “Maybe we could go some other time?”

A second date. He wants to go out with her again. In that moment, she knows that’s what she wants too. Four hours ago she would’ve found the notion impossible and ridiculous. How much has changed in such a short time period. A laugh leaves her lips before she can stop it.

“What is it?” he asks. “Was I that bad of a date?”

“No, of course not! You were amazing. It’s just, well, it’s kind of a funny story. You see, the reason I asked you out was because at lunch one day Penelope and Morgan dared me to go on a date with you and I-”

“Wait.” The worried tone he had before is gone, replaced by harshness. Anger, as he narrows his eyes at her. “You’re telling me that you only wanted to go out with me because of a dare?”

Heat floods her cheeks, accompanied by shame. “It’s not like that! I mean, it was, but they just thought it would be funny to-”

He holds up a hand. “Just stop, okay? I thought you were different. I thought you were nice, and actually interested in me. But this is obviously just some joke to you! You know what? I’m tired of being the butt of the joke. Contrary to popular belief, I’m not some machine. I have a heart. I have feelings, and I’m done with other people trampling on them. Go home and have a good laugh about the weird guy at work with Morgan and Garcia. Leave me alone.” His voice rises higher the more frustrated he becomes, and when he’s finished he turns around and practically runs down the block. Away from her.

Y/N stands still on the sidewalk, shell-shocked from his outburst. Guilty. Ashamed. There’s a hint of despair as she realizes she may have just ruined her chances with the nicest man she’s met. Worse, she’s hurt him. Brushing away tears, she goes home alone.

For a week he avoids her. Disappears from the office when she comes by, ignores her when he passes her by chance. Text messages and calls never receive a reply from his end. Her feelings don’t reach him. Penelope says he’s hardly talking to her or Morgan unless it’s strictly work-related. After agonizing and analyzing, she finally finds the courage to corner him as he’s leaving one day.

The look on his face speaks enough. Eyes narrowed, mouth pressed into a hard line, jaw set. He’s furious with her, even now.

“I know I’m the last person you want to talk to,” she says, “but please just hear me out. For five minutes, Reid, that’s all I ask. Please just let me explain.”

Reid makes a show of staring at his watch. Every second is going to count. “Yes, it was a dare, okay? They dared me to go out with you because they thought it would be amusing. But it was only after they realized I shared so many interests with you that they suggested it. Maybe it was part of a joke, but deep down I think that they just want you to be happy, and they thought maybe we would be happy together. And I was. I really, really was. I didn’t expect that, but as the night went on I saw just how wonderful you really are. You showed me your heart and you were vulnerable and you were kind, and I like all of that about you. When we were leaving I knew I wanted this to be more than just one date.”

Pausing, she takes a deep breath and pushes forwards. “Which is why I told you about the dare. I knew if you found out from someone else, you would be upset and anything we could’ve had would be over. I thought if I was honest then we could laugh it off but I would be able to see you again. I really like you, and I’m sorry I hurt you. If you can forgive me, I would really like the chance to make it up to you.”

So many words are fit into such a minuscule amount of seconds that when she finishes, she feels a little lightheaded. Reid blinks a few times, then asks, “You really think we could have something?”

“Absolutely,” she pants, still trying to catch her breath.

“This isn’t just part of some elaborate prank?”

It’s her turn now, to put her heart out in the open. Allowing him to see her for who she is and not what assumptions he’s attached to her.

“I swear it. You can ask Penelope if you don’t believe me. Everything I told you that night was true. Everything I felt was true as well. I just want to show you I meant it. I don’t care what we do. We can go to the library or the park. You can come over and meet my cat, Puck. As long as it’s with you. I just want to spend time with you, Spencer.” It’s the first time she’s addressed him by his first name, but it feels so natural on her lips.

After an eternity’s pause, he says, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah. Okay. I trust you, Y/N. I’m still hurt, but I’m willing to give you a second chance. After all, Shakspeare did say that “the course of true love never did run smooth.”

She grins. He’s quoting A Midsummer’s Night Dream, her favorite. “That William was quite brilliant. In that case, “Give me your hands if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.”” Puck’s famous final words. To her surprise, he does exactly that. Long fingers encircle her own, and when their eyes meet she is certain beyond all doubt that they are truly seeing each other. Looking not with their eyes, but with their hearts.

A few days later, when he repeats the gesture on their second date, she stands on her toes and kisses him. Pulling away, she finds him with the biggest smile on his face. Smiling at her, because of her. He looks happy. Honestly, truly happy.

She was right that evening in the coffee shop. Happy does look good on him.

Women in Tech Network

If there was a tumblr network for women in tech would anyone be interested in joining? Basically what would happen is that once you become a member your url will be added to a masterlist so that other people can find and follow you and you can find new blogs to follow as well.

I noticed that there seems to be a lot of women who’re interested in computer science and technology on tumblr but there isn’t much interaction in the community so I’d like to take some steps to change that. If there’s enough interest we could even start to do things like weekly tag challenges and maybe even things like monthly hangouts and coding challenges!

Anyone interested in joining can send me an ask and I’ll start adding names to the masterlist!