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Accident Prone

Spencer Reid x Reader one shot

Word Count: 2530

Prompt: Can you write something where maybe the reader is super clumsy and trips often, and one day she trips into Morgans arms and Reid gets super jealous??

A/N: Haha, this request was so cute! Thank you anon (: Here’s a little something to tide y’all over if you’re waiting for part 2 of my Harry Potter AU! I am Stressed™ about midterms (college sucks) so it won’t be up until a little later in the week but I shall do my best to have it up soon. I also hit 100 followers! Thank you to everyone who has followed, liked, reblogged, or even just read any of my fics. I love you all!


Summary: Sometimes, being accident prone is just what you need to get things moving in the right direction.


You’ve been a part of the BAU for almost 5 years and in those 5 years, you never failed to impress your team members with your agility, speed, and flawless movement out in the field. You were quick on your feet, good with a gun, and knew just how to grapple with the rowdier unsubs.

Garcia often referred to you as her ‘Little Lioness’ when you were out on a mission, a nickname that had caught on with the rest of the team as well.

However, the moment you stepped off the field, you transformed from an agile lioness into a spindly baby deer. You couldn’t for the life of you figure out why. You were pretty sure that if it weren’t for your exceptional skills in the field, you would’ve been asked to leave the FBI many years ago.

Gravity had made an enemy out of you whenever you weren’t chasing after an unsub and you constantly found yourself stumbling over your own two feet. And stumbling usually lead to knocking over whatever was in close vicinity.

You teammates quickly learned how to adapt to your clumsiness. It was almost as if they could tell exactly when you were going to trip and possibly break something. This saved them from a lot of broken coffee mugs and saved you from any tripping-related injury.

Their sixth sense, though it helped, couldn’t save you from everything though.

“Ouch!” You glared down Emily’s desk, rubbing the spot on your leg where it had collided with the sharp corner of the desk. She made a sympathetic tutting noise.

“That’s definitely gonna bruise. Want some ice?” she asked, already halfway out of her chair.

“It’s fine, it’s fine… Not worth getting an ice pack just for this little thing.” You waved a hand dismissively, nearly sending her mug tumbling to the ground. Thankfully, her quick reflexes prevented any major spillage. You grinned sheepishly at the brunette, turning to go back to the safety of your own desk.

But before you could make it, you - surprise, surprise - tripped over your own feet, bumping into into the desk closest to you. You almost knocked a stack of files onto the ground, but the desk’s inhabitant reached out just in time, steadying the stack with one hand and clamping onto your wrist with the other.

“Whoops, sorry ‘bout that. Thanks, Spencer.” You smiled gratefully at the brown-haired man, patting the hand over your wrist in thanks. He blushed slightly at the contact and you felt the butterflies in your stomach flutter a little extra as you continued your walk to your desk.

Yes, the entire team helped you out whenever your clumsiness got the best of you, but something about Spencer Reid made it a little more special every time he was the one to do so.

You found it very hard not to develop a crush on the young genius over the years.

His messy hair practically begged to be played with. His mannerisms and constant rambling were endlessly endearing. He was a very loyal team member. He was even great with kids. Plus, his aesthetically pleasing facial structure was quite easy on the eyes.

The two of you had always straddled the line between friendship and something more. You were very close friends, but sometimes when you were hanging out outside of work just the two of you, maybe bundled up on the couch watching movies or reading books at the park or out for coffee, you just wanted to grab his face and kiss him right then and there.

(And then maybe do a lot more than just kissing. The boy had long fingers and you had a wicked imagination.)

You thought - hoped - you had seen him giving you the same longing glances, but it just never really went beyond friendly cheek kisses and ‘just-as-friends’ dates.

You settled into your desk with a heavy sigh, attracting Penelope’s attention as she walked into the bullpen. All you saw was a pink and purple blur before you were wrapped up in the technical analyst’s arms.

“What ails you, my wobbly little Bambi? Did you get hurt again?” she asked in a teasing tone. You made a face at Spencer, who was watching the two of you with an amused smirk.

“I’m a lioness, Pen, a lioness. Here me roar,” you deadpanned, wriggling out of her embrace. She let out a laugh.

“Of course you are, Y/N… Now c’mon, help me find those papers you were looking for. We’re going to have to go old school and actually look through boxes in the file room.” She pouted at the fact her precious computers wouldn’t be able to help her for once. “We have to deal with… hard-copies,” she said dramatically.

You shook your head amusedly, following the blonde out of the BAU bullpen.

“Wait, Y/N!”

You turned back abruptly at Spencer’s call, nearly plowing down a passing intern.

“We still on for lunch?” he asked, laugh evident in his voice as he watched you apologize profusely to the poor intern. The young brunette woman waved off your apology and you switched your attention onto the young doctor.

“It’s a date,” you said casually. “I’ll come back to get you when I’m ready to go.”

You smiled at his excitement over the new cafe you were going to try out, absentmindedly watching as he turned back to his paperwork. You shook yourself out of your Spencer-induced stupor, hoping no one noticed your staring, and hurried to catch up with Garcia.

“Ooooh finally going on a date with our resident genius?” Penelope asked, waggling her eyebrows suggestively, earning her an eye roll.

“You know it’s not a date-date, Pen. It’s a… ‘Spencer and me’-date,” you found yourself explaining for the hundredth time.

“Riiiight.” She nodded, voice tinged with doubt. “Oh come on, Y/N! I know you two are in love!”

You pointedly ignored her as you rounded the corner into the file room. You immediately started sorting through the nearest box, blocking out Garcia’s little love monologue.

“- always takes you out for dinner. You practically live at his apartment, for crying out loud! You know, JJ told me that Henry thinks the two of you are married ‘just like his mommy and daddy’… God, you two are so cute! I totally think -”

“Penelope. Please… Just help me look for this file, okay?”

“Fine,” Garcia said with a resigned sigh, “but this is going to be discussed on our next girls’ night, you hear me?”

Pushing a sleeping elephant up a hill was easier than trying to say no to a determined Penelope Garcia, so you simply conceded, shooing her away to do her own file digging.

After skimming through a couple of boxes, you decided to start looking at the boxes up on the shelves. You made your way towards the stepladder by the wall.

“Um Y/N, are you going to be using that?”

“Yeah, why?” You set up the ladder and just as you were about to climb Garcia called out your name. “What?” you asked, pausing your ascent. She bit her lip worriedly.

“Mmm, you plus heights plus shelves full of heavy boxes that can potentially fall and crush you… You do the math.”

“Seriously? Oh my god, it’s a stepladder, Garcia. It’s not even a real ladder. I’m not that accident-prone.”

“You trip on air, Y/N! That’s as accident-prone as it gets.” She held up her hand, silencing your protests. “Nuh-uh. I am going to get Morgan and he’s going to use those sexy muscles of his to do the heavy lifting for us, okay? No need to put yourself in harm’s way.”

You stayed in your spot until she left the room. Admittedly, you had a bit more accidents than the average human being, but you could definitely find a set of files by yourself without endangering your life. You caught bad guys for a living, using a mini-ladder to find a couple of papers was a piece of cake compared to that.

“Aha!” After a couple of minutes, your search was a success. You managed to find the papers and not get hurt. Well… except for two paper cuts, but no one had to know about those. Your inner celebration was cut off by a knock on the door.

“Hey mama, Garcia said something about heavy boxes, ladders, and the possibility of a broken neck so I came as fast as I could,” Derek said, coming into the file room. “Aaand I see what she means.”

You turned to stick your tongue out at him.

“Well, you can tell Garcia to suck it, ‘cause I found the files I was looking for and used this ladder without any acci- Woah!

You must’ve waved those file papers with a bit too much enthusiasm because you suddenly found yourself toppling off of the ladder. You felt a rush of relief at the feeling of landing in a pair of arms, bridal style, instead of head first on the ground. Derek’s chest rumbled with laughter.

“What was that you were saying?” he teased, earning himself a slap on the shoulder when he bounced you like one would do while holding an infant.

“Shut up, Morgan,” you said grumpily.

“Hey, you’re lucky I was here to catch you.”

You let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, resting your head on his shoulder and batting your eyelashes.

“Oh Derek, thank heavens you were here! My hero!” The two of you fell into a fit of laughter at your antics.

“What’s going on here?”

Derek and you froze at the sharp tone.

You turned your head towards the door, revealing a rigid Spencer, looking at the two of you with obvious displeasure. You knew this looked how this could be misconstrued - Derek holding you in his arms and you resting your head onto his shoulder, smiles from your previous laughter still on your faces.

Derek hastily set you on the ground, clearing his throat. All you could do was carefully watch Spencer’s reaction.

“Kid…” Morgan finally said, holding up a placating hand out to your brown-haired colleague. You felt your heart twinge a little when Reid took a tiny step back at the gesture.

Before you could even say anything, he was out the door, leaving with nothing but a mumbled “gotta go” thrown over his shoulder.

The silence he left behind was soon broken by the click-clack of Garcia’s high heels as she entered the file room once more.

“Um, what did I miss?”

Her question spurred you into action. You pushed your files into Morgan’s hands and wordlessly took off to follow Spencer. You just caught a flash of his purple cardigan disappearing around the corner.

“Spencer, wait!” you called out, speeding up your steps to catch up with him. Curse that man and his incredibly long legs. “Spencer!” You manage to grab onto the back of his cardigan, pulling him to a stop in the middle of the hallway.

“Aren’t we going to lunch together?” you asked, trying to break through his sudden icy demeanor.

“What? You aren’t too busy laying in Morgan’s stupid biceps of steel and laughing at one of his stupid jokes and resting your head on his stupid muscular shoulder? If I had known you and Morgan were…”

You tuned out his rambling, pushing him into the nearest empty office. If he thought there was something going on between you and Derek, then what the hell did he think was going on between himself and you?

You stare incredulously at your colleague, who hadn’t even stopped to take a breath in the midst of his ramble, hands flailing about. You knew just how worked up he was when he used hand gestures to emphasis his often lengthy rants.

“Spencer Reid, are you jealous?” you managed to squeeze in between his own words. “Are you seriously jealous of Morgan?”  He turned to you with disbelief written all over his face.

“Of course I’m jealous of Morgan! He’s - he’s Derek Morgan!” he spluttered. You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t want a Derek Morgan, you walnut! I want you!” You sighed, cheeks burning at your blatant confession. “All I want is you, Spence. I thought you - I thought we were, you know, like a thing? Did I interpret everything wrong? Aren’t we -”

“No!”

You immediately recoiled, thinking that this was the moment he was rejecting you. He must’ve sensed the hurt in your eyes, because he immediately started backpedalling.

“Wait! Not ‘no’ like to us! ‘No’ to the - I - we’re - I… I like you, Y/N. As much as that makes me sound like some fifth grader confessing a crush, I really, really like you.”

It had finally happened. All the ambiguity had been wiped away. Here you were, emotions laid on the table. There was only one way you could think of replying.

“Y/N? Aren’t you going to say anythi-”

Grabbing onto the front of his sweater, you pressed your lips against his, pouring your emotions out into this one kiss. You jumped when Spencer’s hands brushed against the curve of your ass. He jolted away from you, fearing he had gone too far.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your… I-it was an accident!”

He was caught off guard by the smirk on your face. You used this to your advantage, pushing him into the desk chair and promptly settling yourself into his lap. His hands hovered hesitantly over you sides before you pushed them to press against where they had brushed earlier.

You connected your lips once again, tugging at his hair to spur him into action. He caught the hint, guiding your hips against his. As you trailed your kisses down to his neck, he groaned out your name like a prayer.

“Dr. Reid,” you whispered, biting down on his sensitive pulse point and eliciting another groan from his lips, “this is one accident I don’t mind.”


Back in the file room…

“Told you it would work. Didn’t I say a little jealousy was all they needed?”

“Yeah, yeah but what if she had fallen before I got there? Your plan wasn’t completely foolproof, baby girl.”

“You don’t have to undermine my matchmaking skills, you know.”

“…”

“It all worked out didn’t it? I bet you $10 they’re making out in a conference room right now.”

“…”

“Oh come on, Chocolate Thunder, indulge me a little.”

“… I bet you $20 they’re in an old office.”

“Now that’s more like it.”


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A Wet Surprise

Synopsis: Shin accompanies Eun-Tak to Tae-Hee’s last game of the season, but Shin’s jealousy gets a little out of hand. (I’m so sorry… I just live for Shin’s jealousy over Tae-Hee lmao… and GR is KS x ET #1 shipper!) 

This story was inspired by these posts about Gong Yoo in a towel, lol (post 1 and 2)

  • Pairing: Kim Shin x Ji Eun-Tak
  • Word Count: 3,018
  • Genre: A little Angst, Fluff, Romance, Slight NSFW?, Basically to fulfill my needs for my OTP lol

“Ji Eun-Tak, what do you think you’re looking at, hah?!”

Eun-Tak rolled her eyes in amusement at the obviously aggravated goblin. Tae-Hee oppa had messaged Eun-tak a few days ago if she could come see their last game of the season. Of course she said yes… it was the least she could do for her oppa who had done so much for her when they were kids. But the trouble was actually getting to the game in one piece because a certain goblin wouldn’t let her go on her own. Eun-tak stole a glance towards Shin. A small giggle slipped from between her rosy lips while looking at a very aggravated goblin whose arms were crossed in front of his chest, as he looked in the opposite direction as if to ignore her.

“Ahjussi, let me enjoy the game at least… after all… Tae-Hee oppa invited me to this game. It would only be fair if I actually watched him play, right?” Eun-tak tugged at Shin’s right sleeve trying to get his attention.

Shin exhaled a heavy sigh in defeat, faced her, and pointed towards Tae-Hee at home plate: “Araso… Araso… you can watch the game but you can’t look at Tae-Hee.”

“Haaa?! Ahjussi! Why can’t I watch Tae-Hee oppa?” Eun-tak exclaimed while shaking Shin’s left arm. Eun-tak was confused as to why she couldn’t watch oppa play… not like he was naked. She just wanted to see him hit the ball, just like he did when he was a child, once more before he went overseas. And best of all, she was enjoying the game with the best company she could ever imagine to experience it with.

After a few seconds of Eun-tak’s pleading, something snapped. “Aigo… It’s because he’s handsome, right?” Shin could feel his whole face burn… but he couldn’t tell if it was due to anger, embarrassment, or a mixture of both. “Of course young girls like you, come to games like these, to fawn over boys like him! Boys who are good at sports and have a nice body to look at! Fine! If you want to look at him… just look at him! There’s nothing for me to envy anyways. I was the one who granted him the miracle just like any other!”

Tae-Hee hit a homerun, but unfortunately both Shin and Eun-Tak missed the big hit. The drive home was silent. Tae-Hee’s team won the game.


“So, Eun-Tak… how’d you like the game? Uhhh… Eun-tak? Yeoboseyo?”

“Ahhh, I’m so sorry oppa!” Eun-Tak mentally cursed at herself for being in a daze while Tae-Hee was speaking with her. She firmly grasped her phone, “Oh, the game… it was so much fun! You were so cool!”

“You don’t have to say that just to cheer me… up even though we lost the game.”  

Ah. Ji Eun-Tak, you are so stupid! “I’m sorry oppa, you’re right, but you were still really cool. Really! Oh, look at the time; you must be tired from your game so I’ll let you rest. Good night.”

“Good night, Eun-Tak.” Tae-Hee looked at his phone… “But we actually won.”

Eun-tak fell onto her bed and hugged her only friend who listened to her. “You know, Mr. Buckwheat, I think I hurt Tae-Hee oppa’s feelings. But even more, I think Ahjussi was hurt.” She closed her eyes and pulled Mr. Buckwheat closer to her chest, “Because of him, I couldn’t even focus on the game.”  

Foolish goblin. Shin paced back and forth in front of his bed. All he could think about was how Eun-tak’s face fell when he shouted those harsh words at her. Her tears. “Kim Shin, maybe you should have asked her to pull the sword. Death would have been a wise choice in that situation.” He stopped in his tracks as he heard Eun-tak fall onto her bed. “She must be asleep now… because of you, I can’t sleep.”

Stretching her arms in the air, “What a good night’s res–” Pit-patpit-pat… The sound of raindrops softly knocked on her window as Eun-Tak slowly opened her eyes to confirm her unwelcomed visitor. Rain. At the end of Autumn.  

“Anyo… haseyo… Mr. Reaper.” It didn’t feel like a good morning at all with the gloomy weather… with a certain gloomy god.

“Good morning…” Reaper paused for moment – deciding whether if she would know the answer or not. Well, if it concerned that person… who else would it be? “Missing Soul, there’s something I must ask of you. It’s about that –”

“Goblin… is who you’re going to say, right?”

“Ah, well… yes, you’re correct about that. But…” He stuttered to think about what to say next, “I was ACTUALLY going to first ask about Ms. Sun-Hee. Yes.” Feeling embarrassed that he was even slightly worried about that goblin confused Reaper beyond reason, but that goblin had been acting oddly all morning. No… to be more precise… all night, and especially with the unannounced weather. It certainly ruined his plans to walk around with Sunny after work. “Because of him, he ruined my plans with her, so I was going to ask for your help.”

“Oh, my help… I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ll be able to help you with this one.” Eun-tak casted her eyes towards the floor in guilt as the memories of yesterday’s event flooded her mind. It wasn’t his fault. She should never have said those words in the first place. It was selfish of her. For a moment, she almost forgot that it had happened yesterday, but perhaps she was only fooling herself because she hasn’t spoken with Shin ever since. “I think it would be best if you just visit Ms. Boss at her restaurant.”

“If you got into an argument. Just apologize. That goblin always listens to you.”

Reaper watched her shoulders slump forwards as she shuffled to the kitchen. Something definitely happened between those two and he wasn’t about to get into the middle of it. However, he couldn’t let this situation slide either… knowing that the rain would continue to fall for as long as that goblin was sad. “Aish, those two better repay me back for all that I do for them.”


At the seaside shore where they first met, Shin gazed out into the endless ocean. The smell of salt stung the air… as well as his eyes.

“There’s nothing for me to envy anyways. I was the one who granted him the miracle just like any other! … Without me, you wouldn’t be able to see your Tae-Hee!” Once the words left his mouth, he immediately wished he could take them back.

“So… Ahjussi… I see…” Shin’s words choked Eun-tak as she struggled to string her own words together in a barely faint whisper… trying to understand what he meant, “I’m just like any other… to you, then? I’m sorry… I forgot that I’m only just a small passing moment… in your long life. I never asked to be one of your miracles.”

“Eun-Tak… I didn’t mean that….” Shin reached for her shoulders to comfort her, but he dropped his hand. The words that he wanted to really say, the actions that he wanted to really show… he couldn’t do them at the sight of the slight movement of her shoulders because he was the reason for it.

Stupid rain. Stop falling. Well, if it wasn’t for his insensible jealousy that snapped, perhaps they could have at least enjoyed the game… perhaps he could have at least enjoyed seeing Eun-Tak have fun at the game. That was most important and yet he ruined it for her. He glanced at his watch and noticed the time… how long has he been standing here for? “I should return now… it’s almost time for lunch.”

The front door swung open and a gust of cold wind blew out a few candles. Shin walked in with a bag of groceries and a drenched coat. “Reaper, you are doing laundry?” He quickly disposed his coat in front of Reaper and placed the groceries on the counter all in a matter of seconds. “Dry this for me then.”

“These are already dry!”

But it was a second too late to lecture the goblin as he quickly entered his bedroom and shut the door. However, Reaper had already anticipated this much, such as the saying, “Sometimes you have to give people a taste of their own medicine.” Besides, that person never does the laundry.

It seemed like hours had already passed and yet it was only noon. The notes in front of her seemed to float off the page… just like her mind. Is it still raining? Is he still sad? Is it still thundering? Is he still mad? Ah… even in times like this, all she could think about was him. “I want to talk with you…”

“Missing Soul.” A sudden knock at her bedroom door awoke her from her thoughts.

She clucked her tongue at the sudden abruption, while walking towards the door, “Aiyaa, Mr. Reaper… can’t you read the sign, it says—”

“Please don’t disturb.” Reaper quoted through the door. “Now would you please open this door? I have a request for you.”

Letting out a deep sigh, Eun-Tak opened the door while giving the Reaper her best-displeased face she could muster… slightly twitching the corner of her mouth and scrunching her nose. Though she was relieved for the distraction because she couldn’t focus on her notes anyways.

She cleared her throat, “Ehem, this better be good for wasting my precious studying time.”

Reaper handed freshly cleaned and neatly folded towels to Eun-Tak. She gave the towels a look of confusion. “Um, Mr. Reaper… I already have enough towels.”

“No, these are for the goblin. He doesn’t have any more towels because he never does his laundry. So can you go place these in his bathroom?” Reaper slightly bowed his head, “Sorry and thank you. I figured it would be best for his bride to enter his room… when he’s not around… instead of me.”


She stared at Shin’s bedroom wooden door… more like a tall door that stood in between her and Shin. She shook her head to clear her mind and took a deep gulp as she placed her hand on the doorknob. The doorknob was cold to the touch as she softly turned it with her hand. Eun-Tak murmured politely as she stepped into Shin’s room, “Excuse me.” With a quick glance to ensure Shin was indeed not present, she let out a sigh of relief. “It’s so lonely in here. Ah, there’s the bathroom… did he forget to turn off the lights?”

It didn’t really help to take a shower right after standing in the rain for so long –specifically if he just stood there in cold silence, again… like he did at the ocean. Even after attempting to wash away the deep sadness that enveloped his entire being with a shower, it was no match to cleanse him of Eun-Tak’s tears. He punched his fist against the wet shower wall as he tried to think of a way to invite her to lunch, in an approachable way, in a few minutes.

Maybe he could pretend like it never happened?

No. He immediately shook his head at the atrocious idea.

Maybe he could apologize by taking her on a trip to Canada?

Yes. He grinned widely at the pleasant idea. She would like that.

He turned and opened the shower door, while happily humming with the widest grin at the thought of them enjoying some delicious steak together.

She turned the knob and opened the bathroom door, while thinking to herself she would quickly place the towels on the rack and get out.

Perhaps time froze because the water dripping from the showerhead stopped midway. Perhaps Eun-Tak was dreaming because she saw the godliest creature in her life stand before her in the bathroom. Perhaps Shin was too excited for his date with Eun-Tak as he saw her before him with the most gorgeous red lips and blushed cheeks – that he could almost kiss her. But one thing was for sure; they could sense the beating of each other’s pounding hearts, hear the sound of each other’s hiked breaths, and feel each other’s burning gazes. This was real.

“Ah… AHHH… AHHHH! Why?! Why?! Why are you standing there Ji Eun-Tak?!” Aghast and back to reality, Shin hurriedly motioned for Eun-Tak to close the door while reaching for a tow— Why the hell was there no towel?!

“Ah… Ahjussi! You’re here! Well… I mean there! Well… In the bathroom!”

Oh dear god, since she was born and was given this miraculous life… she always tried to live a pure and good one that her mother would see fit. But bless her soul today, as her mind tried to refuse the thought… but her eyes could not help but travel on their on accord. The glow from the glistening beads of water on his body was not making it any easier. His broad shoulders that can protect you from any danger. His slender abs that can crush you with one glance at them. His… Daebak… my mister’s asset is well gifted. Eun-Tak slapped herself. What the hell are you thinking about at a time like this?!

In desperation… Shin did the one thing he could only do in that moment since his powers did not work on Eun-Tak, he teleported himself from the shower door to the front of his bedroom door. The story of the lonely and great goblin.


Reaper heard screams coming from Shin’s room and smiled contently at this masterpiece. It was fun to mess with that goblin. 

“Oi! Let me borrow that towel!”

Perhaps God was not only on Reaper’s side today either, for he witnessed the most disturbing thing, other than missing souls, in his 300 years as a grim reaper… a naked goblin.

“I’ll have to meet Ms. Sun-Hee, whether rain or shine today, to purify my eyes.” Reaper looked out the window, “Oh, it seems the rain has stopped.”

Shin wrapped the towel around his waist as he entered his bathroom. “You! Why did you enter without knocking?”

“Ahjussi… I know! Mr. Reaper… he was the one who told me to come in here and place your towels!” Eun-Tak squinted her eyes to avoid Shin’s piercing gaze. It was stupid of her to believe that grim reaper. Why would he purposely lie to her unless… ‘If you got into an argument. Just apologize. That goblin always listens to you.’

“Tsk. That Reaper… I’m going to—”

“Mianhe.” Eun-Tak whispered. Words fumbled out of her mouth, “Really… I’m sorry for what I said yesterday… it wasn’t your fault at all. I shouldn’t feel entitled just because I’m the Goblin’s bride. It’s because of you; I’m still alive and breathing well. I’m also sorry for walking in on you. I didn’t mean to stare so much… it’s just I—”

Before Eun-Tak could finish her sentence, her lips met with Shin’s wet lips and the scent of his freshly washed hair. She wasn’t sure whether it was because they had an argument yesterday or that she was missing Shin’s presence, but her mind completely went blank as the white towels she was supposed to deliver fell to the floor.

She wrapped her slender arms around his muscular shoulders as he gently lifted her onto the bathroom counter so that he could see her entire visage. He planted short kisses along her jaw line and caressed her face – the feel of her skin drove him crazy. Eun-Tak let out a soft moan at Shin’s touch and a feeling he’d never experienced before in all of his 939 years enveloped him. But what drove him crazier was when she nibbled on his bottom lip asking for more attention and he happily replied. Her lips were so soft… so plump… so sweet. He tasted her lips tentatively with his tongue, asking for permission. Eun-Tak – with a gasp of surprise – parted her shaking lips as his tongue slipped in between, while evoking feelings from within her that she’d never imagine. Their tongues tangled in a dance while they explored each other’s mouths… going deeper and growing hotter with every second. Their foreheads pressed, they parted for air while heavily panting against each other… unable to make sense of what just happened.

“You…. Eun-Tak…. You don’t need to apologize.” Shin panted in between, trying to recollect his thoughts. “I want you to feel entitled… because… because… you have been special to me long before—” Shin cupped her face so that he could gaze directly into her bright endless-brown eyes, “Long before I’ve met you as my bride. I did not make you. You are the miracle. Remember that.”

Before she knew it, tears welled up in her eyes and she couldn’t make out the medley of emotions she was feeling. With just a single phrase from him, all of her worries were swept away. She realized… that was all that she wanted to know… the feeling of being wanted and accepted for who she was. Not just because he was the goblin. Not just because she was his bride. Because they made each other happy.

“Also, I’m sorry too.” Shin whispered into her ear. “I was… jealous because you kept looking at Tae-Hee that it made me almost regret helping him.”

Eun-Tak giggled. “Ahjussi, Tae-Hee oppa is indeed handsome and talented…”

“You don’t need to remind m—”

Eun-Tak grabbed Shin’s face towards her so that this time, it was her gazing into his deep mysterious dark-brown eyes: “My mister is the most handsome and talented of all!” She scrunched her nose as she pecked his lips. “Remember that! Oh, and has the best body too! Hehe… you should start showing off more. You’d be even cooler.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Shin embraced her tightly and cooed in her silky hair: “Araso… Araso… I’ll start showing off more so you won’t stare at other boys. By the way, Eun-Tak, what do you want for desert after lunch?”

“Hmm… Seconds please.”  

Pool Games

Steve x Reader Oneshot

Anonymous said:

hey so i saw that you are going back to work lately but could i request a one-shot of the avengers at the pool and theyre playing a bunch of games and stuff and steve and the reader have been dating for a bit but have kept their relationship secret and the team does a chicken fight and they kiss underwater?? you can make the ending whatever you want :) thank youu!

Warnings – Absolutely none!  Just pure fluff!

Word Count – 925

Notes – To the Anon who requested this, sorry it took me so long!  Work has been crazy, but I hope you like it!  For everyone else, I hope you’ve enjoyed it as well!  Feel free to leave me comments or reblog!  Thanks so much

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Originally posted by castelnou

The best part about lounging around Tony’s pool at the Avengers Compound was that you could hide behind your sunglasses and admire your boyfriend’s shirtless, wet, and tightly toned body without fear of getting caught.  You and Steve had been dating for about two months now, and the two of you had decided not to tell anyone just yet.  You knew they wouldn’t have a problem with it, but it was kind of nice to have something that you didn’t have to share with the group.

It was days like this that made you wish that the secret was out.  What you would give to be able to rub some sunscreen on that perfectly sculpted back, only to have him return the favor?  Letting your thoughts get away from you, you accidentally let out a small moan as you lightly bit your lower lip.

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Alright gang, I’ve spammed you enough for one night. I do want to say thank you and I love you to all the anon messages still in my ask box! And thank you to everyone who reblogged or replied with a comment and their unending support. You guys rock!

I’m gonna go look over the “I wish you would write…” suggestions because I saw a couple that really interested me. 

And…my twin has a birthday tomorrow **ahem** @bringmesomepie56 **ahem** and Dean might be thinking of swinging by to see her…

anonymous asked:

Just wondering.. will you post your art commissions here?

I don’t think so, the ones who commissioned me are now the owners of those arts so if they post them I can reblog the art from them, but I can show you some examples that I have been doing anon~   (o˘◡˘o)

Hey guys!
I guess we can all agree on the fact that 2016 was an aweful year BUT it was an awesome year for me on this blog! Every single one of you made 2016 a little bit better for me! 💕

So I want to thank every single follower I have, everyone who reads the things I write, everybody who liked or reblog something I posted and also everyone who sent in asks.

A very special thanks to my lovely anon™, confused pringle, slightly anon, confused potato, eye anon, my secret santa (@escape-from-rheality) , @fangirlwithcoffee, @monstermunch321, @breakawayfromeveryday I probably forgot so many of you but that’s all I could think of at the moment! I love you all!! HAPPY NEW YEAR! 🎉⭐️

anonymous asked:

I'm just gonna start randomly sending anons to popular blogs. "Who Is the annoying blog everyone is talking about? What did they do?" Then everyone is going to reblog and add question marks in the tags trying to figure out who the annoying blog is but really it's no one. (Actually it's just me)

i can tell you live for drama

y’all are so pathetic and extra… you don’t have anything to do other than whine because people are rightfully calling out your mediocre white fave ?

i reblogged ONE post (didn’t even make one) explaining how he had fucked up and how people reacted, and i added my own critical comment in the reblog, and then i received like SEVEN anonymous asks in 3 hours. Don’t you have better things to do ? A life to live ? Are you going in the ask box of every person who criticized him to whine and defend him ? That’s sad.

also a tip : when you insult me on anon, it doesn’t have the required effect. the fact that you’re too cowardly to insult me upfront with your url displayed for everyone to see, makes it funny and pathetic instead of hurtful. Have some courage maybe ?

anonymous asked:

🔥hp movies and 🔥mbti discourse

thank u lmaoo

mbti discourse: I honestly think that literally almost no one in the community has any idea what the fuck they’re talking about. Esp the people who know what cog functions are but don’t understand them fully, and very much don’t understand people even tho they vaguely understand the theory, who then condescend to everyone else bc they’ve heard of cognitive functions n think it means they’re official experts lmao. Like the only reason I don’t reblog mb stuff much is bc I almost never see anything accurate 

hp movies: lmao i honestly can’t think of any unpopular opinions bc I agree with everyone in terms of criticisms cause the movies are p problematic. 

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion. Bonus points if you include a topic. ( IE. shipping, roleplaying, ect. )

looking for new blogs to follow!

i’m following less than 200 blogs yet there’s like 10 posts on my dash ;^; so i need more blogs to follow so i can fill up my tumblr with more posts and even meet new mutuals! i’m looking for anyone who posts:

  • nct/smrookies
  • exo
  • bts
  • svt
  • monsta x
  • dean
  • infinite
  • soft colours (as in white + pastel colours !!)
  • aesthetic
  • writes scenarios (i like to read them in my spare time~)

i also would really like it if i can find a blog similar like mine which is i make those fake lil’ texts and does ships !! bc i like to support everyone at what they’re doing hehe (like i may even be one of ur anons who say ily 👀 ) but yeah please like/reblog this if you want me to check your blog out!! you’ll get more noticed if you follow me first~ tyvm ♡ 

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@benandant, @grotusque, @requiemofstars, @stardusthime, @zeppelifamilyrelatable, @sky-of-wishes, @ pure anon, @pissyeti, @canuckbucks, @crystalsharpwing, @badlydrawnjosephstar, @officialleoneabbacchio, @teadoom, @fruitlafruit, @flyttadigs, @nicht-alles-gold, @pananner, @caballist, @sterks, @kaeoowada, @ceodores, @lightningeffect, @officialpolnareff, IM MISSING SO MANY PEOPLE PLEASE FORGIVE ME

Anyone who’s sent me a nice comment or reblogs my things or takes time to talk to me or leave nice comments in the tags

Thank you. I’ve noticed and I appreciate every single one of you. Your acts of kindness do not go unloved.

AND ALL I HAVE TO SHOW FOR IT IS THIS SUPER CHEESY VALENTINE GGGGOD

So from realtor jojo & son + me, have a wonderful Valentine’s!

anonymous asked:

you seem lovely and i want to be one of your mutuals because we seem really similar but alas i am but a shy lil potato who just likes and reblogs things from you all the time

Well gosh, I see everyone who reblogs from me. (I pay way too much attention.) Thank you so much for liking the mess that is my blog. Feel free to come talk to me (anon or not) anytime.

countries as bloggers
  • america: the tumblr famous blog who gets loads of notes even when the post is shitty
  • canada: that one lovely person who sends you an anon when you reblog one of those question things
  • england: the superwholock blog that probably has a long url
  • france: really hipster fashion blog with pretentious quote as blog title
  • australia: mostly reblogs vines of animals doing funny things
  • russia: quiet blog full of deep quotes that you can tell is secretly judging you
  • china: even more tumblr famous than america but is super nice to everyone
  • new zealand: reblogs vines from australia but still hates the blog
FANDOM SHIPS: I ship you with

I finally hit 1K!

THANK YOU everyone for reading my fics and liking my writing. In order to show my gratitude, I’ve decided to do fandom ships for y'all.

Send me an ask and I will tell you who I ship you with, the fandom, ship name and a small one shot for you.
The fandoms I will include are:

  • Sherlock (obviously)
  • Marvel Cinematic Universe (Avengers, X-Men etc)
  • Harry Potter
  • DC (Mostly Justice League)

If you want this:

  • Make sure you follow this account  and/or  this mutlifandom trash (my main blog, for those who don’t follow Sherlock or do not want to follow my sherlock imagines blog.)
  • Send an ask with your name, description, personality, sexuality(I will assume you are a girl and heterosexual, otherwise) and optional- selfie tag.( Try to be off anon? )
  • Lastly, reblog this post.

[I know that I only post Sherlock fics here but everyone needs a little change right? If you do not want to see these posts on your dash then please blacklist #ishipyouwith*. 
Also, if you are not in a certain fandom that is listed but want one of these, you may specify the fandom(s) you are not in, in the asks.
If you have any other related questions, feel free to ask.]

I have lots of work at hand so I’m going to be slow but this will be fun, I promise!

Don’t You Know A Soldier, When You See One? [Bucky Barnes One Shot - Request].

A/N: Hello my lovelies! Here is another Bucky Barnes request! I really hope you enjoy this one, I had fun writing it. It is based off this: 

  • Anonymous asked:
  • Hey!! I was wondering if you can write a one-shot where the reader is stuck in an alley being bothered by some men. Skinny Steve and Bucky try to help the reader out but they don’t know that the reader is a badass takes herself out of the situation. She can end up flirting with Bucky and is besties with Peggy carter! Thank you very much!

Thank you so much for requesting anon and the same to everyone else who has requested, liked, reblogged, commented on or messaged me about my writing! <3

Part Two. 

Pairing: 40′s!Bucky x agent!Reader. 

Warnings: None. Just a fight scene. Nothing gruesome. 

Disclaimer: Nope, I don’t own anyone and you belong to you! 

P.S: As per usual, this has been edited/checked, but if there are any mistakes, please forgive me! 


It was late and the night was creeping in – it was probably time you started to make your way home, considering you had an early start tomorrow morning. The sky was darkening with every passing moment, a cool breeze had started to trickle through the summer evening and the stars began to appear in the sky, as the moon showed its face, while down below, the street lamps flicked on.

Getting up from your seat at the local pub, you pulled on your coat and scarf and walked towards the door, smiling brightly at the friendly barman, who said, “goodnight Y/N!”

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Reblog if you think Andy and Joe are under appreciated

Everyone loves Patrick and Pete (me included) but both Andy and Joe should have some more appreciation. They’re talented and amazing.

seventeen on tumblr

scoups - posts really embarrassing personal things and deletes them 2 minutes later
jeonghan - he always sends u the questions from an ask meme that u rbed even if no one else did and writes nice things on ppls selfies
joshua - aesthetic blogger one time he cracked a raw egg on top of his laptop so he could take a pic of it for his blog
jun - sends anon hate to everyone
hoshi - hits post limit every day
woozi - screenshots all of scoups posts to use as receipts in a callout post he’s making
wonwoo - blocks anyone who tries to talk to him
dk - likes every single post on his dash
mingyu - tried to send a message to wonwoo saying “i have a crush on you” and forgot to hit anon
vernon - comments “lol” on every single thing he reblogs
seungkwan - starts uneeded fights with everybody his blog is just all callout posts
minghao - only reblogs dog vines
dino - got his blog taken down for copyright violation because he posted a video of himself dancing to michael jackson

momusu’15 as the types of tumblr users

mizuki: the one that’s always on everyone’s “wcw” lists
eripon: the one who’s desperate for followers, makes “read more” posts about how nobody loves her when someone unfollows
riho: the one who tries to get her favorite blogger (mizuki) to notice her by constantly tagging her in her posts
zukki: the body positive blogger
harunan: the one that sends anon love to every one of her followers and reblogs everyone’s selfies with “OMFG SO PRETTY!!!” “SO CUTE HOLY SHIT” in the tags
ayumi: the old meme blogger. posts, reblogs, and uses old memes from 2002-2012 (ie rage face, forever alone guy) and genuinely thinks they’re funny.
maachan: the one with really weird text posts. everyone is convinced she’s a bot or drunk but in reality she’s just really weird
duu: the classic fuckboy blogger who reblogs a lot of nsfw and has “get to know me, i’m pretty awesome ;)” in about me section. also very popular with younger girls and selfies get 10,000+ notes.
sakura: the selfie queen
oharu: the one that posts hengao selfies but is exceptionally beautiful in the rare times she posts a normal selfie
miki: the one that blogs bilingually 
maria: the fandom blogger (baseball)
akane: the one whose blog consists of reblogs of her favorite blogger’s (duu’s) selfies