#its just so gentle nd fatherly

[carissalizz]

8X11 DID NOT DISAPPOINT!!

First of all, major kudos to Tracy Spiridakos, the queen herself, for pulling this off and portraying Hailey the way she did. Her acting was beautiful and it really did the story so much justice!!

THAT OPENING SCENE THO!! I truly did not expect that! It was soooooo freaking cute and their interactions were so gentle and genuine! The "day off" reference made me die a little inside and all of this came from literally the first few moments of the show.

The way Jay was constantly there for Hailey showed the dynamic between them two. He obviously knew she felt overwhelmed at his 'I love you' earlier and knew how to support her, even while giving her space. He reigned her in when she was about to go off the rails and that's what I love.

We finally got a Upgess moment!! I always thought that Kim nd Hailey would have a string friendship because they were the only 2 women on a team full of men (or grown children excluding Voight). To see Kim be there for Hailey in her own way is amazing in its own right! That gentle touch showed so much care that Kim had for the other woman. Maybe their friendship just isn't so pronounced on the show, which is why this scene made my heart melt! I hope that shows Hailey that she is supported but her team too!

The scene with Voight and Hailey..... I think Voight knows that there's something going on between his two detectives and are just waiting for them to come clean. The was Voight was talking to Hailey tho.... He was being firm, yet trying to be understanding of how this case pulled at her heartstrings. "All the things that make you bad at the job are the same as what makes you good at it." - this line was so powerful to me.... And I think that this talk with her boss will help Hailey become more determine to be better at her job, knowing she has people like Jay and Hank to turn to. Also, Hank really treats his team like family and I felt like this scene shows how fatherly Voight is towards his team.

Of course, I'm on to the scene at Hailey's apartment. The was he was so soft with her when he replied her question of "you came?".... It already shows that he really loves her and isn't fazed. When she started opening up to him, his face was laced with so much emotion and Jesse Lee Soffer portrayed it beautifully. Hailey, pouring out her thoughts and explaining herself shows how much growth she's been through. It shows how much she trusts Jay and in a way she's showing her love for him too. She wants to be with him and have this relationship with him because (I'd like to think) it's the best thing that happened to her in a very long time. Yet, she doesn't know how to overcome that barrier that stems from her childhood experiences with intimacy and love.

Jay did not waiver one bit. He really accepted Hailey for herself, even parts of her that are broken and slightly more closed off. She was always there for him, grounding him and now he wants to do the same for her. It's really amazing to watch!! When Jay said that he wasn't going anywhere, a look of relief flashed across Hailey's face and it makes me think that a lot of people would have left her after she opened up, making her guard herself even more. Jay isn't going anywhere despite everything that happened and I think in her mind she knows she's found her soulmate. Yes, I'm bringing out that word cuz they are soulmates!

Hailey said "I love you so much" to Jay and my heart was breaking and recovering so fast I really had no idea what emotions I were feeling. Seeing her take that step is so beautiful!! Also, that HUG!! It was full of emotion. His large frame wrapped around her small one ahhhhhh... They really do love each other and trust each other. The way they both melted in each other's arms is so sweet I can't stop replaying it goshhhh!

The whole episode and storyline was written so we'll! I loved all the emotions and dynamics laced throughout and it's so beautiful to see the layers unfold as I watched the episode.

This episode is one of my favourites and I'm sure I'll be rewatching it over and over! I can't believe all the manifesting and hoping for our shop to sail worked! The writers have graced us with the beautiful gift of Upstead and I'm so grateful! Can’t wait to see where Upstead’s gonna go.... (pls get married and have kids) <3

I’m also very grateful for all my friends here on Tumblr, especially @mashleighh!!! Freaking out wth everyone really makes this so much cooler hahahaha love y’alls <3

❤️🥰💕🙏🥺💙😭🤯💜🥳

[evansfm]

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 , 𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  ;  𝒻𝒶𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓅𝓉 𝒾𝒾   ››   𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍  +  𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍  .

within  minutes  ,  he’d  fallen  asleep  .  and  he  slept  and  slept  and  slept  as  the  sun  rose  in  the  sky  and  hit  its  peak  ,  then  began  its  slow  descent  .  evan  only  moved  when  she  absolutely  HAD  to  ,  careful  not  to  disturb  him  and  even  more  so  to  make  sure  she  slipped  right  back  into  bed  ,  right  under  his  arm  ,  right  back  where  she  was  meant  to  be  .  when  he  finally  stirred  to  wake  ,  she  couldn’t  help  but  take  a  subtle  dig  at  how  quickly  he’d  passed  out  and  how  long  he’d  STAYED  out  .  the  sleepy  smile  that  played  at  his  lips  as  he  came  out  of  sleep  and  into  a  reality  of  hushed  giggles  and  whispered  teases  .  .  .  THAT  was  what  london  was  missing  .  every  morning  ,  she  missed  him  .  every  morning  ,  she  wondered  if  a  commute  would  be  worth  it  just  to  see  him  smile  as  he  woke  .  they  stayed  in  bed  for  a  while  longer  in  conversation  and  in  comfortable  silence  .  she  considered  staying  in  bed  ALL  DAY  in  moments  that  she  sunk  into  the  pillows  ,  her  own  laughter  muffled  by  kisses  as  she  was  trapped  underneath  him  .  everything  else  fell  away  .  she’d  let  her  phone  die  ;  his  stayed  off  .  the  world  around  them  didn’t  exist  and  kieran  had  gotten  his  wish  of  just  being  with  each  other  ,  making  up  for  lost  time  ,  as  best  as  they  could  be  .  it  was  the  grumbling  of  her  stomach  that  made  her  realize  they’d  gone  well  into  the  day  without  leaving  the  bedroom  .  it  took  some  coaxing  ,  but  ultimately  the  rolled  out  of  bed  and  got  on  with  it  .  NORMALCY  was  what  he’d  been  craving  ,  and  she  was  doing  her  damndest  to  give  it  to  him  ,  but  an  unanswered  text  from  his  father  was  still  heavy  in  the  back  of  her  mind  .  digging  her  heels  in  ,  she  refused  to  acknowledge  it  because  for  now  ,  he  seemed  pretty  okay  .  .  .  and  he’d  promised  her  TOMORROW  .  tomorrow  he’d  tell  her  everything  .  tomorrow  turned  into  today  ,  and  she  hadn’t  asked  or  poked  or  pried  ,  even  if  the  concern  began  to  weasel  its  way  back  in  every  now  and  again  .  he’d  mentioned  figuring  out  who  he  was  ,  what  this  life  was  ,  WITH  his  father  .  his  abusive  ,  drunken  ,  no  good  father  .  .  .  and  she  thought  through  it  over  and  over  again  as  they  settled  into  the  comfort  of  his  couch  with  a  movie  playing  on  the  television  .  she  remembered  how  tempted  she’d  been  ,  when  she  was  younger  ,  to  seek  her  father  out  .  .  .  to  find  answers  to  questions  she’d  never  gotten  ,  to  feel  search  for  FATHERLY  love  that  left  the  home  when  she  was  ten  .  beck  had  done  just  that  .  through  letters  and  phone  calls  and  a  visit  or  two  evan  hadn’t  known  about  until  AFTER  he  died  .  but  their  father  never  HURT  them  .  their  father  hadn’t  tried  to  ingrain  uselessness  and  worthlessness  into  them  .  she  would  try  to  understand  ,  but  for  the  most  part  samuel  walsh  was  good  as  DEAD  to  her  .  the  only  thing  she’d  ask  him  around  for  was  a  chance  to  hit  him  square  in  the  nose  .  

her  brow  furrowed  as  she  thought  about  it  ,  spaced  out  for  just  a  moment  longer  until  the  BUZZ  of  her  phone  pulled  her  out  of  it  .  she  shifted  ,  slightly  ,  not  enough  for  kieran  to  have  to  move  from  the  spot  she’d  pulled  him  into  ,  practically  laying  on  her  with  his  back  against  her  chest  ,  her  fingers  in  sweeping  back  and  forth  through  his  hair  .  CONAN’S  name  lit  up  on  her  phone  :  ‘  for  the  love  of  god  the  idiot  is  not  answering  his  phone  and  no  one’s  seen  him  since  yesterday  morning  .  tell  me  he’s  with  you  .  ���  smiling  to  herself  ,  and  without  a  moment’s  hesitation  ,  she  opened  the  camera  app  on  her  phone  and  moved  to  hold  it  in  front  of  the  both  of  them  ,  snapping  a  very  blurry  picture  from  a  very  terrible  angle  .  “  god  ,  i’m  talented  ,  ”  evan  smiled  to  herself  triumphantly  ,  perfectly  happy  with  the  shit  photo  as  she  sent  it  back  to  conan  with  a  messaged  attached  :  ‘  idiot  secured  and  very  busy  .  you  can  have  him  back  on  monday  <3  ’  .  setting  her  phone  aside  once  more  ,  she  settled  back  into  her  spot  ,  one  arm  wrapped  around  his  shoulders  ,  the  other  hand  back  to  his  curls  .  “  YOUR  boyfriend’s  a  bit  worried  about  you  ,  ”  she  said  softly  ,  eyes  flickering  over  to  the  table  where  his  phone  sat  ,  undisturbed  ,  “  said  you  haven’t  answered  any  of  his  texts  or  calls  ‘nd  .  .  .sounded  like  he  was  about  to  go  full  liam  neeson  to  track  you  down  .  ”  a  light  sigh  passed  her  lips  as  her  hand  dipped  down  to  his  forehead  ,  light  pressure  tipping  his  head  back  to  catch  his  eye  .  “  i  know  t’at  phone  caused  a  lot  ‘f  problems  last  night  ,  but  we’ve  got  t’  deal  wit’  it  eventually  ,  ”  dipping  down  ,  she  pressed  a  gentle  kiss  to  the  bridge  of  his  nose  ,  then  let  her  hand  slip  back  into  his  hair  ,  “  just  like  we’ve  got  t’  TALK  about  it  eventually  .  ”

[patton-croc-agenda]

Completely Unrelated Ch.4

Warnings: Panic Attack

Pairings: Platonic Analogical, various romantic ships implied if you squint reallyyyyy hard

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Logan was about 99% sure he broke a majority of the speeding laws he usually abided by as he rushed to get to his friend. A million different scenarios popped up in his brain, and Logan had to mentally shoot down the more illogical ones just to stay calm. Virgil lived in town, so it usually took him 10 minutes to get to his friend’s house (similar to how long it took Logan to drive to school), but in his panic and speeding he was able to get there in about 7 minutes instead.

Logan stumbled out of the car and up to the door. He rapped quietly, three times, and waited. About 10 seconds passed before he realized that if Virgil really was in danger, he probably wouldn’t answer the door, and considering how dark the windows were, he assumed Virgil’s dad was out. Logan tried the handle, and luckily for him it was unlocked. He wasted no time barging inside and stumbling up the stairs. He hesitated at the door to Virgil’s room, suddenly frozen in terror at what he might find. He shook off his nerves best he could, which was hard because they were (at least slightly) logical in this case.

Logan carefully opened the door, scanning the room. Nothing was really out of place, well, at least for Virgil it wasn’t. Logan fully stepped into the room and heard something from Virgil’s bed. Sniffling and gasping. Logan turned and saw a giant lump of blankets quivering on top of Virgil’s bed.

Logan felt guilty at the relief that washed over him. Virgil was having a panic attack. He wasn’t getting murdered, or kidnapped, or having a heart attack. At the sound of another shuddering gasp, Logan scolded himself mentally as he slowly walked over and pulled the blankets away from Virgil.

Okay, he took back his relief; his friend looked absolutely awful. He was curled up into a tiny ball, sweat clung to his face and hair, his eyes blown wide in terror. Logan felt suddenly very ill prepared for the situation at hand, as he had never seen Virgil have such an awful panic attack before. In fact, the only times he’d ever seen Virgil have a panic attack, Patton or Roman had been there to help soothe him. Logan was rather at a loss, except for the cold hard facts, and what he had seen the others do.

Swallowing his own panic, he sat down slowly next to Virgil and murmured to him.

“Virgil…can I touch you?” he asked in a tone he hoped was gentle. Virgil’s body shuddered as he gave the tiniest nod, but a nod nonetheless. Logan lightly took Virgil’s hand in his own and squeezed it.

“Okay, Virgil, listen to me. It’s Logan, okay? You need to breathe, remember? Like you taught us,” Logan tried to keep his voice steady as possible, and he gently put Virgil’s hand on his chest, his hand over it to help hold it steady. Logan took a deep breath. In for four seconds, hold for seven seconds, out for eight seconds. He repeated the process, and Virgil attempted to copy him. Eventually, Logan felt Virgil’s breathing calm down to a more normal pace. Slowly, he helped Virgil sit up and murmured soft words of encouragement as Virgil managed to calm himself down best he could.

“Alright, Virgil, can you speak?” Logan asked, hoping his tone was gentle. Virgil swallowed and quietly stammered out, “Y-yeah. Kinda.”

Logan hesitated a moment before awkwardly trying to put his arms around Virgil in a sort of hug.

“Should I call Patton?” Logan half asked, half suggested. Their fatherly friend was much better at this sort of thing. To his surprise, Virgil pulled away sharply and shook his head.

“NO! I-I mean…no,” Logan frowned and narrowed his eyes, causing Virgil to duck his head, hiding his face behind his bangs.

“Patton’s been coming over late a lot lately I…I don’t want to bother him again,” Virgil muttered, hugging his knees. Logan sighed.

“You know Patton would never feel bothered by your presence, nor do I, by the way. However, I do agree maybe we should let him rest if he’s been coming over late a lot,” Logan scooted closer to Virgil, not sure if his friend would appreciate the gesture or prefer to be alone. To his surprise, Virgil let his head flop onto his shoulder.

“Thanks for coming, by the way. Sorry if I made you panic,” Virgil muttered. Logan shook his head.

“You did no such thing,” Logan lied, before shifting to a more honest response. “I was, of course, a bit alarmed…but I assume the message you sent was the best you could come up with while in your state of panic. I’m glad you asked for help at all.”

Virgil smiled at that, looking down and picking at his jeans. Logan felt an itch to ask what had caused Virgil to have such an outburst, but then decided against it. Instead, he subtly pulled out his phone and selected Roman’s number and sent a text. Virgil had said he didn’t want to bother Patton, but he hadn’t said anything about Roman.

Logan: Roman, I’m at Virgil’s house and he had a panic attack. I calmed him down, but I don’t know what to do now.

The response was nearly instantaneous.

Príncipe es estúpido: woah what? why r u at his house so late?

Logan: It doesn’t matter. What should I do?

Príncipe es estúpido: uhhh idk i usually just distract him? like after patton or whoever calms him down i just try to get his mind off of what caused it

Logan: Okay, so what do you suggest?

Príncipe es estúpido: idk kiss him??

Logan sputtered, causing Virgil to look up from where he was staring at his knees.

“Who are you texting?”

“Roman.”

“What’d he say this time?”

“Nothing important,” Logan angled his phone away from Virgil, who narrowed his eyes for a moment before rolling them and directing them back at his knees, deciding to drop it.

Príncipe es estúpido: oh my god did u actually kiss him???? also is he ur crush because i’ve been trying to figure it out for years dude

Logan: No, I think kissing would make him panic more. I’d actually like to know how you came to the conclusion that kissing would be the best course of action here.

Príncipe es estúpido: its probably not the ‘best course of action’ or whatever but it would distract him

Logan: Well next time he has a panic attack I’ll make sure you’re around afterwards to kiss him.

Príncipe es estúpido: jhfghjkdlfshjgkdjksgkjfhdjhk

Logan pocketed his phone, deciding to take the first half of Roman’s advice and distract Virgil from whatever may have triggered his panic.

“So, Virgil, if you’re feeling up to it…do you think you could, erm, assist me on a project?” Logan asked, voice becoming sheepish. Virgil looked up at him and blinked, a tiny smirk curling onto his face.

“You need my help with something for school?” Virgil asked, sounding a bit too delighted. Logan scowled, but decided to concede.

“I…yes. That,” Logan muttered. He walked over to Virgil’s desk and picked up a piece of lined paper. He had left his laptop at home, so he decided to write the story out by hand and type it up when he got home.

“It’s a creative writing project. We must create a fictitious short story that is at least 500 words with at least one example of symbolism,” he said sitting back on Virgil’s bed cross legged. Virgil scooted to face him, mimicking his sitting position.

“Alright,” Virgil’s voice was still soft, and slightly hoarse, “so I assume you’ll be able to handle the symbol part. So, what do you need help with?” Logan bit his lip.

“I’m just…unsure on how to start, I suppose. I’m not good at coming up with creative ideas.” Virgil hummed thoughtfully, eyelids drooping slightly.

“Well when I’m having trouble coming up with something entirely new,” Virgil yawned, “I usually think about things that affect me in real life ‘nd apply those aspects to…fictional characters and scenarios,” he murmured, eyes drifting closed.

“Virgil?” Virgil snapped awake again.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just- sorry. Tired,” Virgil muttered. Logan sighed and smiled.

“Understandable. You can go to sleep if you wish, your advice was helpful. I can just go-.”

“No! I mean…stay…please?” Virgil asked, eyes round with wild panic again. Logan blinked in surprise before relenting.

“Alright, I’ll stay. Try to get some sleep, though,” Logan suggested. Virgil nodded and got up.

“You can use my desk, I’m gonna get ready for bed,” he said, padding out of his room. Logan looked at his paper and swallowed, finally starting to write.

Once, in a time unknown to all but those in the story, there was a boy made of sunlight and clouds…

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