#hi hello ::)))) thank u for sending this

[fnalguy]

bandage! : ~ )

It's hard to think. It's hard to keep his mind in order, to recall all that had happened. Tommy remembered very little of what had transpired since entering this hellscape. Reality felt relative, moreso than normal. He had felt trapped by a false sense of reality, as though the scene before him might crumble before his eyes. Maybe he would be able to hold out until it was time to spoonfed him his medication & wrap his reality up neatly to hide where no one could see it. At first, he wasn't sure this was really happening.

Then he remembered running. He remembered running so fast that his lungs screamed for air, ducking in & out of any obstacle he could throw in his pursuer's path. He didn't remember how their paths crossed but he could easily recall the way their blade glinted in the dim light surrounding them. That very blade had split the skin in his side, incapacitating his reflexes just enough. He hadn't realized that he had been taken somewhere else until he felt something sharp sink into the tough flesh of his back, tearing into him as he was left hanging by his flesh.

The man before him was the only reason Tommy had survived. If not for his intervention, Tommy would still be hanging there, waiting to bleed out & face his fate. With his help, they had managed to find the closest thing to a safe spot they could. The stranger had crossed paths with Tommy by some stroke of luck & he couldn't have come at a better time. The dark skies that stretched above them were beginning to spin & the only thing that kept him grounded was how carefully the other tended to his wounds. Though this was hardly Tommy's first time fighting the supernatural, he wasn't used to the outside aid. " If you weren't real, you'd tell me. right? " It's only a half-joke but he still doesn't look the stranger in his eyes. Maybe he would wake up when they spoon-fed him his medication, for them to put him back to sleep & force him into compliance. Maybe the man before him was his lifeline. As the other carefully wraps the wound on his side, Tommy can't help but wonder if he's done this before, " What is this place? "

@creephe || answered.

[seaofgoldensand]

they made rafayel’s nipples the perfect shade even

is it because when you pinch them it'll make a pretty color? 👀

[blu-ish]

when I realize the artists on Tumblr I've been following for a while and have really inspired me start following me back and commenting on my art...

[muddlemore]

WTF THIS IS SO CUTE

[yuibara]

‘ there is not a single path forward that’s painless. ’

pain  was  a  part  of  their  lives  at  this  point.  they  endured  it  everyday  and  kept  going.  that’s what  they  all  signed  up  for  wasn’t  it ?  often  haibara  misses  the  days  when  he  was  too  young  and  naïve  to  fully  understand  the  path  he’d  chosen. he’d  become  a  sorcerer  to  protect  his  sister and took  on  the  suffering  so  that  she  wouldn’t  have  to.  some  days  were  harder  than  others  but  he  never  complains  ,  never  backs  down  from  what  needs  to  be  done.  with  trauma  comes  acceptance  and  haibara  has  gotten  far  too  good  at  knowing  when  to  move  on.

❛❛   perhaps  you’re  right.  ❜❜  hands  were  stuffed  in  his  pockets  as  he  kept  pace  alongside  gojo. it  was  a  beautiful  day  out  ,  much  better  here  than  inside.  a sigh passes his lips as he  keeps  quite  a  moment  more  and  thinks  about  his  next  words  carefully.  ❛❛  but  it’ll  always  be  inescapable.  ❜❜   he  glances  over  to  the  other  before  setting  his  attention  forward.

  ❛❛  its  how  you  move  forward  .  .  .  no  ,  its  how  you  navigate through it  that  matters.  not  everyone  is  strong  enough  to  handle  pain  the  way  we  do.  ❜❜

[binders-and-beanies]

If u tell a trans disabled person to call the cops or tell someone else to call the cops abt them u do not care abt that person’s safety

[ddazzlingblds-archive]

Hello! 📂 for the HC ask game! Maybe something funny/humorous?

HI HELLO i'm gonna give it my best bc i have so many funny hcs about this dude -- @takethejourney

      i. definitely one of my favorite funny headcanon is Sampo's consistent choice of escape methods: chaotic.

      let's say that a Silvermane guard has seized his arm and is dragging poor Sampo away to deal with them. he's weakly protesting the arrest attempt, but not REALLY resisting in a forceful way.

      there's this split moment where a group of passerbys with wide eyes almost distract the guard, who of course reassures them that everything is under control, please return to your activities!

      and then, Sampo seizes the moment.

      with a tug, he frees his arms and reverses the grip, dragging the poor sucker close to him with his smile firmly in place. it happens so fast that the guard doesn't know what hit him, and a moment after they're TWIRLING like a balerina━ Sampo has involved them into a silly dance in the middle of the street, showcasing perfectly well how much mobility and spinning aptitude the Silvermane guards have and how proud they should be of those skills- and, leaving them on unsteady legs and with the wind still carrying a faint sorry, but not today! send my regards to the captain! and nothing to show for it. he's just gone.

      the poor guard? probably trying to not wobble like a newborn duckling. was there a need to do this? nope! did he do that just because he felt like it? YUP.

[xfindingtrouble]

“ hey, look at me… “ // eleanor to ellis! QAQ

Ellis hates the way his shoulders shake, the extremities of his emotions hard to swallow. this always seemed to happen when they took him places, important events were the best place for his dramatics after all. it was no secret that Ellis Cousland was easy to rile up & he was almost sure he had overheard staff taking bets on how long it would take for him to storm off from dinner. he hoped they lost all the coin in the betting pool, as he had been dismissed instead.

He had promised to stay in line, standing in for Fergus as he could not come with their parents. Oriana had just given birth & it was enough of an excuse to keep Fergus close to home. it had been all good fun until the ( horribly stupid ) lord of the castle had made a comment remarking Fergus' absence, poking at Ellis' faulty table manners. it had put him on edge, ready to jump at the first opportunity provided to tear into him. Which he had done promptly, with little hesitation. One misstep in a political half-truth had been all ellis needed to call the man a liar in his own home. A long, tense silence was all he was granted before being asked to return to his room, like a misbehaved child.

In hindsight, he had been too impetuous, his heart had gotten the best of him... there was a reason he avoided these sorts of things, after all. He was better at books than people, stories & history were more his forte. Ellis had made little progress getting back to his room, desperately fighting the urge to turn around & continue barking insults at their host. His mother's voice is enough to ground him, for a moment. he feels stupid, using his palm to wipe the tears from blue eyes. only when his lungs stop burning does he find his voice again, dragging it up a too-tight throat.

" I can't, I can't, " maybe he sounds too desperate. maybe he's being dramatic. his feelings are too big for his chest, causing each breath that passed through his lungs to burn. If he looked at her now he was sure he would slide out of his skin, leaving only a slush of shame where her son had stood only moments before.

If he didn't look at her, he could remain in this terrible limbo where his actions were not quite real yet. It would have probably gone better if his Mabari had taken his place at dinner instead. When he finally gives into his mother's direction, he meets her gaze with a poorly timed joke. He can't quite crack a smile, " Next time, take Fergie. At least he'll keep his elbows off the table. "

[tokuteasings]

eh you receive shirtless pics??? post them tale!!! for the sake of your fellow simps!!!

Not as often anymore but if the crowd wants em....I could publish those submissions of the shirtless pics

[discountwives]

I DONT RMBR THE CONTEXT OF THESE PICS/GIFS still want him tho idk why they did this to him in the later seasons. they were like spen/cer. whip your cock out for the viewers 😏

[vhsreel]

𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧’𝐬  𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫,  𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐞,  𝐢𝐬  𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐚𝐬  𝐚  𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐨𝐟𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬  𝐨𝐟  𝐤𝐢𝐭’𝐬  𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞  𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬  𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞.  that  of  which  quickly  cancels  out  the  gentle  nature  which  delivered  it,  resulting  in  kit  nearly  jumping  out  of  her  skin.  (  𝘰𝘧  𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩,  𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦  𝘢  𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰  𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵,  𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺  𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘴  𝘰𝘶𝘵  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥  𝘧𝘰𝘳  𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴  𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳  𝘩𝘢𝘥  𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥  𝘧𝘰𝘳  )  kit’s  head  tilts  slightly,  eyes  beginning  to  glaze  over  as  they  glance  towards  the  wall  fourth  from  the  door;

〝𝚒  𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝  𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍.  𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝  𝚗𝚘𝚠.  𝚒𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜  𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.  𝚒  𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝  𝚍𝚘  𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍.  𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍  𝚒𝚜  𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜.  𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝  𝚜  𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗  𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎  𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢  —  𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚜,  𝚒𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.  〞

kit’s  gaze  pulls  away  from  the  wall,  and  with  furrowed  brows  and  narrowed  eyes  she  turns  to  leighton.  keeping  her  voice  at  a  similar  volume  to  the  one  that  had  startled  her,  she  whispers  back:  ❝  holy  shit  dude.  you  really  gotta  wear  a  bell  or  something,  ❞  a  faux  exasperated  huff  acting  as  punctuation.  𝙠𝙞𝙩’𝙨  𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙚,  𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙬𝙝𝙤’𝙨  𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚  𝙝��𝙨  𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣  𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩  𝙖𝙨  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨  𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚  𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣  𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜,  𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨  𝙩𝙤  𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙣  𝙞𝙣  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮  𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩.  it  cups  its  hands  around  the  ear  of  her  subconscious  and  whispers  —  threatening  her  with  the  possibility  of  embarrassment’s  presence  like  how  a  mother  would  say  ‘oh  just  wait  til  your  father  gets  home!’ 

bringing  her  thumb  to  her  lips,  ᴋɪᴛ  ʙɪᴛᴇs  ᴀɴxɪᴏᴜsʟʏ  ᴀᴛ  ᴛʜᴇ  ᴘᴇsᴋʏ  ʜᴀɴɢɴᴀɪʟ  ᴛʜᴀᴛ  ʜᴀᴅ  ᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ  ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄʏ,  an  anxious  habit  she  never  outgrew  as  eyes  once  again  glance  over  at  that  wall  fourth  from  the  door;

 〝𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚘𝚗  𝚒𝚜  𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕.  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚊𝚜  𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕  𝚊𝚜  𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎,  𝚘𝚏  𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎.  𝚒  𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗,  𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜  𝚋𝚎  𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕  𝚗𝚘  𝚘𝚗𝚎  𝚌𝚊𝚗  𝚋𝚎  𝚊𝚜  𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕  𝚊𝚜  𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎  —  𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢  𝚑𝚊𝚜  𝚝𝚘  𝚍𝚘  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚜  𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕  𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎  𝚊𝚛𝚎  𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢  𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛  𝚝𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕-𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎  𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕.  𝚋𝚞𝚝  𝚜𝚑𝚎’𝚜  𝚘𝚗𝚎  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢  𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎  𝚒𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚠𝚑𝚘  𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝  𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎  𝚖𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊  𝚛𝚒𝚙  𝚊𝚕𝚕  𝚖𝚢  𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛  𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜  𝚊  𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢  𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗  𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍  𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝  𝚝𝚘  𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒��𝚟𝚎.  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎,  𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢  𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚢  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚢.  〞

their  gaze  then  finds  @leightun 's  own  once  again  before  she  asks,  voice  still  a  whisper:  ❝  what’s  up?  what’s  with  the  whole  whispering  like  some  baby  secret  doll  deal?  ❞

[elliscousland]

“On a scale of one to ten, how much did that hurt?” || @saintsdawn

ellis was no stranger to fights, or so he thought. he had been in his fair share of drunken brawls, tirggered by a sharp remark or his own foul moods. he would utilize the training gifted to him growing up, taking advantage of the privilege of learning from the masters firsthand. it had filled him with some sense of importance, undeserved confidence. throwing fists with a farmer in the middle of the night was much different from going toe to toe with someone like florence. someone who knew what she was doing.

" a two, maybe three. " ellis lies, blinking away tears that betray the truth. a solid punch to the nose had been enough to throw him off balance, to make blue eyes sting. if his pride didn't echo so loud in his mind, he might have shared his reality. he had never been hit so sincerely.

" i mean, surely you can hit harder than that. " ellis watches her closely now, as if he can weave out of the way if she were to test the theory. he had always relied on staying light on his feet, maybe he could apply that here. he had to if he was going to avoid looking like a fool. he tucks his truth somewhere in his chest & hides his blooming insecurity with a grin," or is that all you've got? "

[penumbraal]

‘ i am strong enough for anything ! ’ / a bit late but hello !!

❝ ⸻ YOU SOUND LIKE GOJO. ❞

as bluntly as he speaks, megumi doesn't mean to come off as doubtful by any means. he thinks he knows better than anyone that itadori isn't wrong. itadori is strong enough for anything. still, megumi thinks that if he allows himself to take that fact for granted, the ba dump ! that keeps time in the back of his mind, that still - beating heart in the grasp of sukuna’s sharp claws, would only double in volume until he hears nothing else.

he likes to think he knows itadori well by now ; thinks he can see through the confident grin about as well as he can tell when gojo’s own is a little less annoying than usual ; when he can tell that itadori is thinking of the lives he couldn’t save, when he can tell that suguru geto’s specter has recently haunted the school grounds.

for as much as itadori tries to take everything in stride, megumi still knows how he suffers. and, for as much as he will never regret saving him, there remains a part of him still cognizant of the fact that his choice to save him has enabled itadori’s suffering.

❝ what i mean is … not even the strongest is strong all the time. you know ? so just … don’t do anything stupid. ❞

poetry starters / still accepting !

[gunchamber]

‘I like seeing you smile’ from Lucas Scott 💕

                𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒  𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐘  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒  𝐀𝐑𝐄      expressed  so  specifically  .    sure  ,    krissy  has  gotten  compliments  galore  from  men    &  women  alike  .    you’re  pretty  .    you’re  beautiful  !    variety  is  vast    &    wide  .    after  a  while  it  becomes    REDUNDANT    .    accepting  words  with  a  practiced  politeness    (    sometimes  not  so  polite    )    despite  feeling  the  words  held  no  weight  to  them    ANYMORE  .    flung  at  her  to  get  a  response  or  in  efforts  to    ENTICE  .    which  is  why  ears  perk  ,    irises  meeting  his  with  curiosity  .    he  didn’t  say  he  liked  her  smile  .                    he  likes    SEEING    her  do  something  so  mundane  ,    but  felt  the  need  to  tell  her  .    which  she  likes  very  much  .    ❛    keep  talkin’  like      THAT    &    you’ll  see  me  do  it  more  often  .    ❜

[ruthytwoshakes]

team furries twoooo. And scalies. And whatever birds are.

please share and donate to this family of four, the youngest being only 2 1/2 years old. They need funds to safely cross to Egypt. If you donate something, send me a message with proof and I’ll draw you something nice as a thank you :)

Species and concept art under cut!

Sniper: so for some reason I was under the impression that Crocs were native to new zealand. They are not. Uh. Well. yup. 👍 it fits his personality. snappy n dangerous but real easy to get around if you just zig-zag. Why the long fa

Spy: Grey Fox. I was gonna go with a wolf because of his fursona but fox fits better wahhhh. Also means that scout is half fox! I’ll show that in more detail one day. Probably.

Medic: just like his Doves! The tail coat is actual his real tail. Featherrrrrs. Why are his nasty claws out? I don’t know he’s kinda weird like that.

Demo: TIGER!!!!! He’s always kinda reminded me of Hobbes from Calvin and Hobbes :) why did I draw him so cute. Somebody stop me before I draw them all adorable ough.

Engineer: the bulllllerrrrrrrrr. Sorry. He’s a bull, with a nose ring. Epic. Hooves for hands, gunslinger would look like a hoof too, gotta design that later.

Heavy: big badass brown bear. Love him. Instead of bullet he has honey sticks. It costs four hundred thousand dollars to harvest honey… for 12 seconds.

Pyro: fucking dragon. hell yeah. In pyroland they see themselves as a unicorn. Baller.

Scout: Bunny scout truther over here. You can thank @/teamfurtress for that. Please check them out, commissions are open! In my version he’s a hare but that is significantly less fun to say lol. Jackrabbit kinda guy.

Soldier: regular ole dog. ouppy to da max. He’s the most dog of the alol time and I’m tired of pretending he’s not. THE STRAPS ON HIS HELEMT ARE HIS EARS. HIS BIG TEETH AND OPEN MOUTHED SMILE. THE WAY HE MOVES. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!???!??????! That’s a grown man with dick n balls what am I doing

Some designs for the side characters that I couldn’t be arsed to finish. Saxton is kangaroo because of corse he is. Admin is a bat because she never leaves her room, Pauling is mouse because is cute, Zhanna is bear like big brother, Merasmus is praying mantis, and Gray Mann + Olivia Mann are vultures! She’s so fluffy oh my god

Concept time. I fell in love with wrinkly floppy dog sniper. Adorable. Unfortunately I already had a dog so he had to go </3 kangaroo sniper was also axed. rip girl. Lots of diff designs for admin! Curtesy of @stangeranfanficion (thank u for the ideass) eagle soldier because it’s funny. Also zebra Pauling! I really like this one. If I make a horse au she’s going to be a zebra.

[inkdrinkerworld]

hello bae idk if ur taking requests rn but whenever u are could you potentially do a spencer reid x curvy reader ?? just a true baddie and no one thinks spencer can handle all of her? i love this trope and am happy with whatever you do with it!

“You’re not being nice to me.” Spencer says as you slip into a pair of low rise jeans.

Your skin glistens, the glitter lotion you’d applied making you look that much more like a goddess.

You’re meeting Spencer’s friends from work for drinks tonight and you’d just gotten the most perfect top to make your outfit delectable.

“I’m being very nice to you, Spencer.” You slip into the top that stops just over your navel, your newest piercing out on display making Spencer swallow hard.

He’s not a prude, not your Spencer, but seeing your belly button adorned with a dangly silver dragonfly and in display fills him with an almost animalistic need to keep you in bed with him for the rest of the night.

“How do you figure?” He asks, reaching for you and smoothing his hands down your sides. You smell like burnt sugar and marshmallows. Spencer’s nose brushes yours, as he waits for your answer.

“Because I look like a peach and I’m gonna make the best impression on your friends ever.” You squeal when Spencer squeezes your bum and then captures your lips.

When you meet his friends, Spencer can tell you’re not what they were expecting. You look like a seductress- hair pinned up with pieces falling out, pretty dangly earrings to match the rest of your jewellery, your voice a siren’s call and you’re incredibly cheery.

“How does pretty boy keep up with you?” Derek asks, a smile playing on his lips as you look to Spencer who’s deep in conversation with Penelope over some new nerd game.

“Honestly, I don’t know how I keep up with him.” Derek laughs, shaking his head as he drains his drink.

Emily chimes in next, “Never thought Spencer would man up to ask you out.”

Your eyebrows knit, “What do you mean?”

She smiles, a little evilly- like a sister does when they have all the information on their brother. “Spencer’s pined after you for about three months before he said, ‘I finally did it.’”

Your boyfriend tunes into the conversation then, cheeks scarlett as you turn to him.

“You work at the courthouse right?” Emily asks and you nod.

“Spencer was always gushing about the pretty lawyer and how he wanted to ask you out but didn’t have the-“

He cuts her off with a hand over her mouth. “Emily.”

She laughs behind his hand, shrugging which only makes Spencer’s blush worsen.

Penelope shrieks and everyone turns to look at her. “You’re like Vanessa!” She says it like you’re all meant to catch on immediately; when you don’t she rolls her eyes.

“From the Little Mermaid! You look like a siren.” You smile, a barely there blush flushing over you in the dark bar.

“Your trouble is what you are.” Spencer mutters, no one but you hearing him making you smirk.

“Thank you Penelope! Though I have to be honest, this is just my going out get up- I’m much more slouchy at home.”

Spencer rolls his eyes, he doesn’t think you understand how incredibly attractive you are regardless of what you’re wearing.

You lean on Spencer’s shoulder as your drink comes to the table, a sip of Long Island Iced Tea and you’re turning to JJ.

“What’s it like working with Spencer?”

His hand falls to the small of your back as you listen with rapt attention to his friends’ every word.

Spencer can’t tear his eyes away from you and that’s all Derek needs to know as he shoots a message to Savannah to send him the number of the jeweler who made their rings.