Okay so all credits for this prompt go to the lovely @short-tops-and-bass-drops and all of my favourite angels in the discord chat <3 I hope this is okay
Even loves taking photos of Isak. He loves looking at his beautiful smile, his delicate hands, the curve of his body in a million different angles. He loves the way the light reflects on his body, creating patterns on his skin just for Even to see.
He can’t stop and Isak who always whines “evi stop being creepy” secretly loves it. sometimes he pretends to not notice and tries to place his hands in a way that might look nice but Even knows he is posing and teases the crap out of him while kissing every inch of his body until it is covered by Evens lips and his laughter.
The photos are just for Even and Isak. They are theirs. evidence of the beauty and art their love can create. No one elses eyes will look upon the way Isak’s body glows in the light of the sun in the break of morning
well this doesn’t last long…
“I swear to god this was the best pizza in the world you have no idea!” Magnus exclaims waving his hands like it’s evidence of his words being true.
Even scoffed “yeah right”
Magnus gasped “you don’t think Gonzela’s has the best pizza”
Before Even can respond Isak interjects “Even makes the best pizza.”
“oh really?” Magnus says excitedly. Isak rolls his eyes. When will Mags not unintentionally flirt with his man?
Even grinned, proud to share his love of food “I can show you a photo Isak took last time I made him his favourite pizza”
Even pulled his phone out as Magnus eagerly looks over his shoulder while Even scrolls through his pictures. Even gives his phone over to Magnus who looks at the pizza with hearteyes. “damn this looks-” he stops midsentence the moment he swiped to see the next photo.
Isak looks at him confused but not for long as Mags shouts for the whole schoolyard to hear “HOLY SHIT IS THAT ISAK NAKED?”
“Are you fucking serious?”
Mahdi and Jonas both shout as they stop their discussion on the walking dead to look over at the phone Magnus was laughing at.
They both doubled over laughing right before Even snatched the phone out of Magnus’s hands with a big fucking proud grin on his face “well that’s enough boys”
Isak could feel himself dying. in a hole. right there. in front of everyone.
Jonas blinked a couple times in shock before announcing “I can never unsee that”
Mahdi nodded “But I have to say it was a really nice photo. Do you take photography?” He asked Even who nodded happily. “I took media actually”
“ah nice how do you feel about long exposure? i’ve been trying this new thing where-”
Isak could not believe what was happening his bros just saw a photo of him….like that and one of them is talking to his boyfriend about photography tips while the other two were…trying to mimic Isak’s pose.
He whacked Jonas’s out stretched hand “knock it off.”
Jonas laughed which caused Even to look up from his intense discussion.
“Don’t be embarrassed Isak you look fucking beautiful.” Even reassured him, causing Isak to blush.
“I agree” Magnus said, making Isak choke on his own breath
Magnus nodded serious, “Hey Even do you think you could take some photos like that of me? I’m thinking it would be a great gift for Vilde”
Even laughed joyously at the exact same time Isak yelled an extremely intense “NEI STOP FLIRTING WITH MY BOYFRIEND”
Next year, when Noora is re-enrolled in school and has finally her past with William to rest (read: realized that he was kind of a dick who didn’t treat her very well), she walks into like a politics class or something and lo and behold, who does she see sitting in the back of the classroom?
Jonas. And when Noora realizes that none of the other girls happen to share this one class with her and she doesn’t really know anyone else, she makes her way over and sits down with a haughty smile.
And Jonas is like- reading a comic book or writing out dumb song lyrics or doodling skateboard figures or whatever it is that that boy does and when Noora sits down, he raises his eyebrows.
And she’s all don’t look so surprised. It was you or the kid up front who smells like sausage. And Jonas kind of chuckles and concedes to her point.
It’s not weird exactly, especially because most of the class is lecture oriented on the first day and they don’t really have time to chat just the two of them.
But then, when the bell rings, they are both going the same way and they end up walking together. Chit chatting about class and what not and that’s when it gets a little weird and awkward because they never really talked when there wasn’t Eva to buffer between them.
But it couldn’t have been too bad because it becomes a habit. They walk into class around the same time every morning but if Jonas gets there first, sometimes he will bring Noora a bran muffin and occasionally Noora will get there first and set a cup of coffee (with one pump mocha and skim because Jonas is a complicated bitch who puts Noora to shame) on his desk space.
And then they get assigned an out of class project.
And Noora is like- chill? Easy? And Jonas shrugs and is like- how about the park? Nice day outside right?
So they go to the park and kind of spread out on the grass and do they’re work, stopping every 20 or so minutes to laugh about kids playing tag or couples making out against a tree and Jonas brings up his guitar skills and Noora scoffs and challenges him to a song off.
So of course that night, they have to complete their contest! But then they both realize that they are really good at playing together.
So sometimes on the weekends, Noora will tell the girls she’s busy and Jonas will beg off getting drinks with the guys and they’ll just go to the park and hang out, playing guitar and goofing off and what not.
And maybe interspersed with this are some movies that they hear about and decide the other has to go see. So they go.
And it’s not until Noora is sitting at lunch one day and Eva turns her bright eyes on her and is like, “so you and Jonas? That a thing?”
And Noora can only blink and stutter for a few seconds because she didn’t think it was a thing but…
But. Yeah. All of her best stories right now seem to have to deal with Jonas.
So Noora looks down to her water bottle and is like, “Not if you don’t want it to be. I didn’t even-”
And Eva is chill about it. “Please, Noora, we were like 12 when we went out.”
“It was last year.” “Practically fetuses.”
So when Noora goes to sit down at her and Jonas’s usual desk in the mornings she just takes a breath and when he sits down sort of- like- asks him out?
And Jonas just kind of rolls his eyes and passes her a bran muffin. But after a few seconds, there is a smile at the corners of his mouth and he nods to her, once quickly, before class starts again.
Request: Can you do a request where y/n is a singer and she isn’t that famous but Shawn is like enamored by her and he sorta brings her to fame and she’s super shy and idk fluffy ending with some fluffy kisses????
A/N: Here is the last part. I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did writing it!
Shawn tried his hardest to move his large frame gracefully around the apartment, he really did, but once his hand lost its grip on the handle of the frying pan, he knew there was no use. The pan had hit the ground with an alarming crash so loud the neighbor next door had probably heard it.
“Smooth,” a voice giggled, entering the kitchen. Shawn turned on the heel of his foot to see a growing smirk on her face. The embarrassment was probably evident on his cheeks when he looked down at the floor.
“I was…trying to be quiet—so you wouldn’t wake up,” he stammered, sneaking a quick glance at her while bending down to grab the pan. She looked at him with bright eyes as she hoisted herself up onto the counter and watched him swiftly move around the kitchen to make breakfast.
“It’s okay, I woke up when you stubbed your toe earlier,” she simply said, but he suddenly halted before opening the fridge.
“You heard that too?”
When he turned around, a knowing grin took up her face. His head fell back against the door of the refrigerator as he let out a groan. “It’s okay. Your clumsy ass was bound to make some sort of noise.”
You see it coming because somehow you get the feeling he’s been planning this moment for weeks now. It’s just like him to plot behind those soft gazes that land on your lips and the sharp inhales of his breaths when your tongue darts out to moisten the dryness of the July heat on your mouth. Tonight, sitting at the back of his parked jeep and listening to the sounds of summer on the wharf, the air is thick with humidity and thrumming with expectation. He leans in or maybe you lean forward— it doesn’t matter. What matters is the shadows chasing the rose-gold light that falls upon his face as the sun blinks off into the horizon. And yet somehow, he still manages to catch you off guard.
When it happens, he pulls back in a panic like he had meant to do something else but somehow his lips found yours instead. You tell him it’s okay, but the words— apologies, excuses, something about the bubbly— are coming out of his mouth too fast for coherence or sense or anything but the inflamed dribble of sounds pouring unfiltered and unpracticed. So you wait it out until silence falls over you both like a cold blanket. But when it doesn’t, your hand slides up his chest to take a fistful of his shirt, but even that only slightly derails him from his seemingly endless ramblings. At least, that is, until you catch his lips and shut him up. For now, anyway.
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The first time renders you helpless and weak in the knees, bass in top volume pulsing hard and deep into your bones. Falling apart in his embrace, you’re barely held up by his strong arms around your waist. One by one your senses roar back to life. First, his lips warm and soft. Next, the smell of his cologne and the feel of his sweater under your palms. Then everything all at once: the drops of rain trailing a path down your hair, your cheeks, and into your kiss, the crisp chill of the night air creeping underneath your clothes, and the carefree laugh that escapes your mouth as you say wow. Guitarist fingers threading into your hair, he pulls you in again. Once is never enough.
It’s challenging focusing on a piano lesson when your instructor is pouting at you with full bubblegum lips. Staccato, he says, like songbirds hopping on the hot concrete. His fingers jump ever-so-lightly across the keys, hop-hopping from one note to another filling the practice room in a sweet clack-clacking sound that reminds you of the beach and bubbles. Thoughts elsewhere, you rest your chin on his shoulder just as he declares you hopeless, playfully flicking the tip of your nose. Another pout and you’re hopping forward like that poor bird on hot concrete. Ever-so-lightly your lips touch his, one-two-three-four, each kiss its own. Each kiss separated by the spaces in between. Staccato, you think. You learned your lesson well. Again. Again. Again. And again.
You kiss him first because it’s taking him forever and patience is not one of your finer virtues. You all but tackle him when he sits next to you on the sand, uncaring of the cans of soda threatening to spill on his hands and his clothes. For a split-second his eyes grow wide until understanding dawns upon him and you see the expression on his face shift from shock, to awe, to acceptance, and defeat when your lips finally descend upon his. For another moment you’re both frozen under the fireworks unfurling in the technicolor sky until a soft laugh escapes his throat and the pieces fall into place. Then you let him kiss you first, just so you’re even.
hey guys!! it’s crazy that i made this blog on a whim a couple of months ago, and now 500 of you follow me!! i’ve loved being a part of this community, and i can’t wait to experience the 2nd half of season 4 with you!!
i decided to make a follow forever/mutuals appreciation post, so i’ll put the rest under a read more so it isn’t super long and obnoxious
A/N: We’re coworkers and I am harboring secret feelings for you trope! This is going to be a two part story, with a twist! The follow up will be posted next week. But YOU get to pick the ending: ANGST, FLUFF, or SMUT. Vote in the replies. xoxo Stu
Derek had caught the bad guy, literally tackling the unsub before he could escape. The shear physical exhaustion should have calmed his racing thoughts, but seeing Y/N in danger had triggered something inside SSA Derek Morgan. Something he hadn’t known about himself until the possibility of losing her had forced him to face it. Derek was in love with Y/N.
The paramedics were cleaning up the wound on Y/N’s arm while Derek stood quietly on the sidelines. The local detective sauntered over with his hand out, Derek obliged and shook the older man’s hand.
“Thanks, Morgan, glad to have you guys out here with us today.”
“Anytime, Detective. But, uh, let’s not hope for a rematch?” He grinned easily.
“I hear ya. Is that your girl?” The cop nudged his head toward the ambulance. “She’s one tough cookie.”
“That she is, but, no, Y/L/N’s just a teammate.”
The gauze itched wrapped securely around your bicep, it was impossible to get comfortable, especially on the jet ride home. The prescription for painkillers was waiting for you at your local pharmacy in Virginia. Until then, you tried to keep your thoughts on things other than pain and blood. The obvious thing to do was watch Rossi and Reid play chess. You tended to get lost in the strategy while intentionally asking Reid questions to send him off on tangents.
Rossi always got a kick out of it, though it didn’t help his chances much. Hotch and JJ were talking soccer strategies for his son’s team, it was refreshing to have the boss not talking shop every once in awhile. That left Derek alone, either pretending or attempting to nap in the back of the cabin. The tension in his posture told you he wasn’t asleep, but the gentle rhythm of his breathing kept you from thanking him for saving you from a more direct shot. As teammates it was your job to protect each other, but it meant all the more that Derek had risked himself for you.