#otp: at the deep end

[leviiackrman]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY;

Mineyo x Rin [at the deep end] || Asami x Bakugo [boom boom pow]

Saeka x Nanami [take me with you] || Margot x Levi [give your heart]

I was tagged by my wonderful friend @statichvm to use this valentines meiker for some pairings! Thank you gorgeous, happy galentines🤍

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[togetherasap]

the serotonin released after reading any ali hazelwood book is unparalleled

[clinquaant]

12 DAYS OF GIFMAS / Day Ten: A Gifset of Your Favorite Couple: Alice Kingsleigh and Harry Potter from Deep End

If nothing else, I hope you know that I love you with every ounce of my being. I hope you realize your importance not only to me but to everyone who has been lucky enough to know you. I hope you know that when you’re feeling down, I only ever strive for your happiness. I hope you that remember no matter what, I’m here for you and I fully intend on staying in your life for quite some time. I hope you recognize the fact that I appreciate and adore you without restraints, and that this will never change.“

— Unknown

[utilitycaster]

I don't begrudge anyone their campaign preferences, and I think there's plenty of valid reasons to like Campaign 3 the best and this is not directed at people who are genuinely having a great time with it, but it feels like virtually all the nostalgia and wishful thinking I see surrounding Campaign 3 is screaming "you guys want Campaign 2." You want more slow travel and downtime and interparty conversations and slow-burn romance? You wish their main focus was fighting governmental corruption? You want a party that only semi-settles down at the end and keeps adventuring and remains very close? You're frustrated by how everpresent and overarching the moon plot is? You miss when they were just fucking around in a city? I genuinely believe you want Campaign 2, or at best you love a specific ship or a character from Campaign 3 but aren't happy about basically anything else, and would vastly prefer the tone and events and plot of Campaign 2. And I don't really care if you watch Campaign 2, or if you think I'm being annoying here; I simply genuinely believe you'd be happier watching Campaign 2 than Campaign 3 and are so deep in a sunk cost fallacy well you can't see it.

[anghraine]

I don't teach on Thursdays, so I spent a good hour today contemplating the ways in which the foundations for Elizabeth's escalating mistakes with Darcy are laid not only in her previous interactions with him but in her relationship with Charlotte Lucas.

(Then I played GW2 for another hour, and then I thought about whether Charlotte/Elizabeth/Darcy would appeal to me. V-shaped polyships are often a hard sell for me personally and it would have to be that, IMO, unless Darcy is genderbent. Obviously I have no objection whatsoever to f!Darcy after writing three different variations on the theme, but I was curious about how it would work without a change like that... idk.)

[timothyslucy]

okay but just based off that millisecond clip of them kissing and the love and the tenderness.... whatever's going to happen to lucy to end her up in the hospital is gonna be so much more devastating than any of us could ever expect. we are so FUUUUCCCKKED!!!!!!

[random-autie-fangirl]

Sorry, for giving geno run Charisk romantic subtext, it will happen again...

The jokes you can make calling them "LOVEsick" or "LOVEstruck"

The codependency that comes when you've killed literally everyone else you could have had a connection with. (...It also means there's more time for the two to be alone together)

"we'll be together forever, won't we?"

...and they were partners (oh my god they were partners)

Also you know the trope of Frisk/Chara taking Papyrus's scarf, well here? it's Chara who picks it up but specifically tells Frisk that it's a gift for them, a gift for their beloved partner for doing so well so far...I think they might do the same with Asgore's cape or Sans's hoodie

I also also like the idea that the Sans fight takes so long that they have to go back the inn (or Asgore's house) to stay the night (almost definitely Frisk's idea, Chara's always like surely you can continue a little longer despite not being the one actually fighting), or breaking into another rando's house to get an actual proper meal sometimes and isn't that a kinda date

[queen-scribbles]

"You definitely needed the sleep." Would be the PERFECT Shenko prompt :3

You are correct! Have some Emily/Kaidan fluff. ^^ ---

Emily woke with a heartbeat in her ear.

She lay still, face down, warm and cozy, as she pieced together where she was and whose heartbeat she was hearing. On the couch, in the living room, to the first. Kaidan's, of course, to the second.

She was laying with her head on his chest, their legs tangled together and his arm loosely draped over the small of her back. One of her hands had dropped to brush against the rug, and she could feel the warmth of Mo nearby even if the dog wasn't touching her.

The vid. It hit like thunder and Emily muttered in annoyance at herself as she jerked fully awake.

Kaidan was watching her. "Hey, sleepyhead."

"Sorry," she mumbled, letting her head fall back against his sternum.

"Hey you don't need to apologize." He kissed the top of her head.

"We've been tryin' to watch this for weeks and I drift off the first real chance we get?" Emily tipped her head, resting her chin on his chest so she could meet his eye. "Seems like it might be warranted, Kay."

Kaidan chuckled. "Nah, if you were tired enough to go out that fast, you definitely needed the sleep." He rubbed her back. "Were the girls that much of a handful this morning?"

"Not in a bad way," she said with a sigh. "But they're always excited about going to stay with Meema and Papa-Tom. And no one who warned me about three year old energy levels included the addendum that it compounds rather'n just adding or multiplying when you have more than one who are equally excited."

"Infinity times infinity?" he asked with a sympathetic smile.

"Mm. I love 'em with all of my heart, but those two can be more exhausting that N7 training some days." She grinned. "Best of luck to your parents, along with my heartfelt gratitude."

"You know they love it, Em."

"Mm-hm. And I love the chance to relax." She smiled sheepishly. "Even if I relaxed too far and missed the vid."

"Seriously, don't worry about that, we can try again later if watching it means that much to you." Kaidan's eyes glinted mischievously. "Far as I'm concerned, there's much worse ways to spend a couple hours than watching my wife sleep."

Her face heated. "Hours?! Babe, why didn't you move? You know I sleep like the dead."

"First of all, who says this isn't right where I wanna be?" He arched a brow and shifted to settle even more into the couch cushions. "Second, you've done the same for me through more migraines than I can count. Third," he rolled on when she opened her mouth, "I did think about it, but I drifted off, too." His dimple showed when he smiled. "I guess we both needed the sleep."

Mollified by the fact he hadn't been awake and trapped the whole time, Emily stretched up to kiss him. "I think I could stay awake through the vid now, if you wanna try again?"

Kaidan laughed softly. "You sure, sweetheart?"

"Mm-hm." She nuzzled in against his chest. "Or we could just snuggle some more."

"Ooh, I like that plan."

I knew you were a smart man. "Good, me, too."

The vid would keep.

[secretly-a-catamount]

Serafina and Braeden Vanderbilt.

His love softened her, connected her to her humanity in the way she had never been before, drew her from her world of night and blood and moonlight into his world of elegance and sunlight and warmth. He taught her to trust, taught her that not everyone was an enemy.

Her loved sharpened him, connected him to his darker side in a way he had never been before, drew him from his world of elegance and sunlight and warmth into her world of night and blood and moonlight. She taught him not trust blindly, taught him that not everyone who said they were his friend were.

[goldentigerfestival]

boy does Fluri make me feel things. a lot of things. i love. them.

[pierswife]

"... Sir Forde, there are better places to take a nap..."

[leviiackrman]

Ciri x Una [the swallow and the raven] || Mineyo x Rin [at the deep end]

Chika x Kakashi [leaves on a branch] || Bakugo x Asami [boom boom pow]

Levi x Margot [give your heart] || Saeka x Nanami [take me with you]

I was tagged by @d-esmond @simonxriley @florbelles @roofgeese + @lilywatt to use this adorable picrew for some kids, thank you my darlings!

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[togetherasap]

things to feel infinitely giddy about in whet:

- use of the terms "orgo" (the only correct abbreviation for organic chemistry btw) and "great british bake-off" (because this is the og title so treat it with respect) and "anoxic events" ('cuz this is how i will forever feel when reading about lukas and scarlett)

- "...oxygen and glucose and... porn?" IYKYK

- the best combo of science aka my job and swimming aka my favorite sport

- "it's just us. you're safe with me." CRYING.

- "i think dr. carlsen is the husband." CACKLING.

and last, but not least, the phrase I want my future partner to use to describe me:

- "shut the fuck up, you brilliant, beautiful genius." (affectionate)

[squorttle-pox]

“What happened to us?” Hellers asked, and for the first time he was being genuine with himself. “SPN, what happened?”

“We… grew up...” SPN sighed, shrugging weakly. It was an excusal for both of them. “We were…very young, Hellers…the past few years, then 2020...the world…asked a lot of us."

Hellers chewed the inside of his cheek.

“It was really hard when Confession Scene happened,” he tried. “I knew I was changing Destiel Posting vibes. It was – it was so hard to be Functioning Member of Society, and I guess, I guess I just decided you were better off without my crazed reblogs once the show ended. My mania was too much for you. If I had known…”

“You didn’t,” SPN interjected. “…Neither of us did.”

"What…are you doing…now?”

Hellers tried to put a smile on, scooting closer to SPN's bed. He stroked his hair, watching his eyes flutter with the motion.

“I’ve been indulging in other fandoms. I post for them too."

SPN laughed a little, the sound breathy and faint.

“Do you… ever rewatch me?”

Hellers scratched SPN's head a little and SPN pressed into the touch.

“All the time.”

SPN made a small sound of satisfaction, pleased by this.

“I know, when your Confession aired, I know you tried to be good for us, especially after the shitty year we had, but it wasn’t your fault. You know it wasn’t your fault, right? It was the writers and the network.”

“I understand…there wasn’t…much I could do after the Finale."

“It was never your fault, SPN,” Hellers repeated, and SPN stared at him, eyes foggy with Cancelled Spinoff.

i do think talking about the destiel mania is sooo crazy because it just. you had to be there. events so big they’d take over the dash within minutes and eventually break containment only for us to get tired of it and start making castiel posts that would get 80 notes in 3 minutes. you could post “holding a weathered old book just like i hold castiel” and 6 people would immediately say “same” . crazy

[sturnioz]

about the one where fratboy!chris doesn't let shy!reader meet his family I THOUGHT ABT SOMETHING

sooo imagine chris's mom otp while he's with reader then reader gets her hopes up thinking chris would somehow mention who he's with right now but he doesn't and it ends up into reader with hurt feelings and chris just being an asshole like it's no big deal

i lowkey wanna be hurt rn GIMME ANGST

you're staring wide eyed at chris, completely captivated at the voice he uses to talk to marylou on the phone — his tone soft and gentle, almost childlike, and he grins at the words she speaks, his eyes twinkling with warmth, causing a smile to creep across your lips.

it's a side of him you've never seen before, and you can't help but feel a flutter of admiration in your chest.

as he walks around his room, his phone cradled in one hand and a pile of clothes in the other, you're stuck watching how tenderly he engages with his mother. his expression constantly shifts between playful to genuine care and adoration.

"yeah, ma. everythin' is good," chris hums softly, placing his phone on the desk and pressing the speaker icon, allowing his mother's voice to fill the room. "classes are good too."

"and how is nick? has he been over recently?"

"y'know nick would rather die than come into the frat house—"

"oh, chris, you know i don't like you saying things like that to me. don't say that."

"sorry, ma," chris apologises sincerely, and you're taken aback by the softness in his tone. it's a complete contrast to the condescending way he usually speaks to you, often laced with sarcasm and mockery. the apology feels so genuine that it makes your heart flutter once more. "he doesn't like it here. prefers to meet up some place else."

"as long as you're seeing each other, that's all that matters," marylou says softly. "'cos your dad and i were worried that you wouldn't spend much time with him with your new living arrangements and all."

"no, no. we're good, we see each other a lot," chris reassures her as he pulls his jeans up his legs, threading his belt through the loops. "you don't need to worry, ma. i promise. we're actually goin' to get dinner tonight. nate's comin' along too."

you knew about the dinner tonight — though you weren't invited of course, you were all too aware of the plans.

"oh, nate," marylou coos softly at the mention of him. "and how is—"

her words are cut off when the book resting in your lap slips from your grasp and falls to the ground with a loud thud, causing chris' head to snap in your direction, momentarily pausing mid-motion.

he then grabs his plain white t-shirt, glaring at you as your lips form a tight-lipped, apologetic smile as you reach down to retrieve the book, your neck and cheeks burning with embarrassment. chris shakes his head at you with a quiet scoff, clearly unimpressed.

"is anyone there with you?" marylou asks curiously, her tone riddled with warmth and inviting.

your heart races as your head shoots up, a mix of nerves and excitement bubbling up inside you. you take a deep breath, ready to introduce yourself properly, hoping to make a good first impression.

"no. just some dumb frat kid next door makin' noise." chris immediately shuts it down, his tone dismissive, and your smile immediately drops from your face, a wave of discomfort twisting in your stomach and chest.

the disappointment stings more than you expected, and you can't help but feel small under his words. you tune out chris and marylou's conversation now, the warmth you felt just moments ago fading into an ache deep within you. mindlessly, you flip through the pages of you book, the words blurring together as your interest in that simmers too.

you don't even realise chris is saying goodbye to his mom, using a sweet tone that would have definitely made you swoon if you were paying attention. you completely miss the heartfelt 'i miss yous' and 'i love yous' shared between them too.

it's only when you feel the bed dip that your attention snaps back to reality, and you raise your gaze to see chris sitting on the edge, pulling on a pair of white socks before reaching for his black converse.

"m'gonna get matt to take you back to your place," chris announces nonchalantly, as if his earlier words hadn't left an impact. "gotta go that way t'get nick anyways."

"'kay." you reply, trying to keep your tone light.

chris twists his head to peer over his shoulder at you, his fingers busy tying his laces. his brows furrow in confusion as he stares at you. "what?"

you murmur back, "what?"

"whats the matter with you?" he asks, annoyance creeping into his voice. "actin' all weird on me. quieter than usual—"

"why didn't you tell your mom i was with you?" the question slips out before you can even think to stop it, a mix of hurt and vulnerability lacing your words.

chris gives you a look that makes you feel foolish, as if you've just asked the most ridiculous question. "why would i?"

his bluntness stings again, and you feel a flush of embarrassment wash over you. it's not just the question that bothers you; it's the slow realisation that he doesn't see how much you wish to be acknowledged, to be part of his world in a way that feels meaningful — more than a casual hook-up, maybe even as a friend.

you swallow hard, trying to gather your thoughts. "i just thought... maybe it would be nice, is all."

chris shrugs, turning back to his shoes. "s'not a big deal, kid."

"it is to me." the words slip out before you can hold them back again, a somewhat desperate plea for an understanding.

"why?" he asks immediately, looking back at you once more. "it shouldn't mean shit to you."

"you know my mom," you state. "you... you've spoken to my mom before, and—"

"'cos that was your choice, kid. yeah? 'n this is my choice," he points to his chest to emphasis his words, the intensity in his eyes making your heart race. "y'want me to tell my mom that i've got some girl in my room? have her question shit? nah... i keep my family life separate to what i do here."

his words hit hard. you understand his need for boundaries, but it hurts to feel so easily dismissed, and the ache in your chest deepens. you want to argue back, to make him see your side, but the words catch in your throat and you fall silent,

[wendichester]

hey gurl would you do a part 2 to a crush pls?? it may or may not have been me that requested it 🤣 could you maybe write it so he ends up asking her out on a date or they end up having a movie night in/home date kinda thing?? maybe they cook together or something?? i trust your decision because your writing is amazing 🩷

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ a crush²,

summary. sam has a crush and finally has the guts to do something about it.

pairing. sam winchester x reader

wordcout. 701

notes. okay, but you're slowly but steadily becoming my otp. and I could see this turning out into a full-blown 50k fic

𓂃⋆.˚ part 1

Later that night, Sam finds himself pacing in the kitchen, trying to summon the courage to follow Dean’s advice. The idea of asking you out feels like standing at the edge of a cliff, heart pounding and unsure if the leap will end in flight or a crash.

“You’re overthinking it,” Dean says from the doorway, arms crossed as he leans casually against the frame. “Just do it already.”

Sam glares at him. “Could you not?”

Dean smirks but holds up his hands in surrender. “Fine. But if you wait too long, you’ll miss your shot.”

Sam groans, running a hand through his hair. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and takes a deep breath. Before he can talk himself out of it, he heads to the library, where he finds you exactly where you were earlier—feet up on the couch, headphones back on, and nose buried in the journal.

This time, though, he doesn’t linger at the edge of the room. He clears his throat, and when you glance up, he flashes you a small, nervous smile.

“Hey,” he says. “Got a minute?”

You pull your headphones down, giving him your full attention. “What’s up, Sammy?”

He shifts awkwardly, his fingers gripping the water bottle like it’s a lifeline. “I was, uh, wondering if you wanted to… hang out tonight. Just the two of us.”

Your brow quirks, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “Hang out? Like a date?”

The question catches him off guard, but he nods, swallowing hard. “Yeah. Like a date.”

Your smile softens, and you close the journal, setting it aside. “I’d like that.”

Relief floods him, and he offers a lopsided grin. “Great. How about we make dinner? Together?”

“Sounds perfect,” you say, standing and stretching. “But just so you know, I’m rubbish in the kitchen.”

He chuckles, the tension in his shoulders easing. “That’s okay. I’ll take the lead.”

A short while later, the two of you are in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and debating the proper way to season a sauce. Sam works with practiced ease, and you do your best to follow his instructions, though you can’t resist sneaking tastes or cracking jokes to keep things light.

“You’re surprisingly good at this,” you say, watching him stir a pot with effortless grace.

He glances at you, his cheeks faintly pink. “I had to learn. Dean and I didn’t exactly grow up eating gourmet meals.”

“Still,” you say, leaning against the counter, “you make it look easy.”

Sam shrugs, a shy smile playing on his lips. “It’s nice to share it with someone.”

Your eyes meet, and for a moment, the air between you feels heavier.

After dinner is ready, you settle in the living room, plates balanced on your laps as a movie plays softly in the background. You’ve both kicked off your boots, and somewhere along the way, you ended up leaning against him, your head resting on his shoulder.

“This is nice,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” Sam agrees, his hand resting lightly on your knee. “It is.”

When the movie ends, neither of you moves. The warmth of his presence, the way his fingers trace absent patterns over your leg—it’s all too comforting to break.

“Sam?” you say after a while.

“Yeah?”

You tilt your head to look at him, your lips curving into a soft smile. “Thanks for tonight. I needed this.”

He smiles back, his hazel eyes warm and tender. “Me too.”

Before you can overthink it, you lean up and press a gentle kiss to his cheek. His breath catches, and when you pull back, he’s staring at you like he can’t quite believe you’re real.

“I really like you,” he says suddenly, the words tumbling out in a rush.

Your grin widens, and you tug him closer, your foreheads touching. “Good,” you whisper. “Because I really like you too.”

He kisses you then, slow and sweet, and it feels like the world has finally clicked into place.

That night, as you both clean up the kitchen and settle back on the couch for another movie, it’s clear that this is just the beginning of something good—something real.

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