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Time To Fess Up

Originally posted by sherrykinss

Request: for the anon who asked for a “Reid x reader where they are both in the BAU and are in love with each other but haven’t confessed. Reader thinks Reid is in love with Maeve (or someone else, totally up to you) so starts to distance herself and then Spencer confronts her and they both give this romantic, fluffy confession.”

A/N: Ok wow. This one has been sitting in the inbox for quite awhile and I feel bad about that. Finals really burnt me out and then I feel into the worse writing slump that I’ve ever had, but I’m happy to have finished this one and hopefully the slump might be ending! Anyways, this one is probably a smidgen more angsty than I intended for it to be, but it’s cute and fluffy at the end I promise! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: honestly other than some angst and maybe one curse word, there’s nothing to warn you about

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: PG

“No! It has nothing to do with that,” Spencer laughed, resting the phone between his shoulder and head, trying to do his paperwork while continuing his conversation. You sighed in frustration and stirred more coffee into your coffee.  You’d joined the BAU team almost two years ago and had immediately clicked with all of the team members, particularly Spencer. Friendship had led to inevitable feelings for you, but there was one problem. You’d fallen into the friend-zone. This was breaking your heart. (Not Spencer being happy of course, that was the only good thing that had come out of all of this situation.) It was the cause of that happiness that was the source of your loathing. Maeve. Spencer had confided in you about her months ago, when you’d noticed him disappearing four hours a few times a week. You know what, it was fine when she was some disembodied voice on a telephone, but when she became a real person who the team had worked their asses off to bring back from an abduction alive it was your worst nightmare. That was when you’d realized he was in love with her. 

“(Y/N)!”, JJ said waving a hand in front of your face. You snapped out of the trance you hadn’t realized you’d fallen into and shook your head. 

“What’s up, Jayje?” you asked plastering a fake smile on your face. 

“Just bringing you more of those transfer forms that you were asking for,” she replied placing the stack of paperwork on your desk. “So, you’re really doing this huh?” she commented, leaning against her chair. 

“I’ll call you back,” Spencer said quickly hanging up the phone. 

“What’s going?” he asked leaning forward to gain you and JJ’s attention. 


“Late for meeting Morgan at the gym, so you’ll have to excuse me,” you said cutting her off as you stood up. “Not a word,” you muttered in her ear. “Have a nice day, JJ. Reid,” you replied curtly before making a b-line for the elevator. Spencer flinched at the short tone you had used with him and glanced at the stack of papers on your desk. 

“JJ, what was that about?” 

“(Y/N) asked me not to say,” she mumbled, smoothing out her skirt and collected the finished report from the last case that was sitting on your desk. 

“I’m not talking about this transfer or whatever it is you two are doing,” he said, crossing over to her, “I’m talking about why she has been giving me the cold shoulder.”

“Spence she’s not-”

“Please don’t lie to me,” he pleaded, “I just want to know what awful thing I did to make my best friend hate me.”

“Best friend or girl you are secretly in love with?” JJ asked before she could stop herself. “That’s not fair,” Spencer snapped, looking down. 

“Well, my question is still valid although you seem to have found someone who sparks your interest more these days”

“Maeve is just a friend. How many times do I have to say that?”

“A friend who you can’t go one day without talking to for at least an hour?”  

“I value her opinion.”

“There used to be someone else’s opinion you valued above everyone’s and she’s not going to be around much longer,” JJ hinted, subtly trying to clue him in without explicitly telling him. 

“JJ, what are you talking about?”

“Spence, I love you. You know I do, but this is something that you are going to have figure out for yourself or you are going to lose one of the best things that ever happened to you,” she replied, before walking back to her office leaving Spencer standing in the middle of the bullpen more confused than when the conversation started.

“Hey there Pretty Girl,” Morgan called as you strolled into the gym.

“Hey hot stuff, sorry I’m late. I had to discuss something with JJ and then change,” you explained, dropping your gym bag by the door. You’d swapped your usual work attire for a loose tank top, cropped yoga pants, and your Nikes. 

“Not a problem, I’ve got the whole afternoon open,” he replied, leaning against the wall. You laughed and stretched your arms over your head. Other than Spencer, you considered Morgan to be your best friend. “So you gonna tell me what this is really about?”

“Time for a little brush up on hand to hand. The last case was a little too close for comfort,” you lied. In reality, you were looking for an outlet to take out some aggression. 

“Uh huh,” Morgan muttered, clearly unconvinced. 

“Ready? Go,” you said lunging for him in an attempt to derail his train of thought. Derek knew you too well and simply side stepped. You turned on a dime and swung your leg toward his knees. He caught your foot in his hand and shoved you backward. You and Derek had been sparring together since you joined the team, and in that time you’d only beaten him once. In your current distracted state, you had no chance of winning. You steadied yourself and kicked again, this time swinging your leg up to strike his face. 

“So you asking for a transfer has nothing to do with Reid hanging around Maeve?” His question made you freeze up, foot stopping right next to his face, instead of following through. 

“What?” you demanded, still frozen. 

“Your ‘oh so secret transfer’, does it or does it not have something to do with Reid,” he asked, pushing your foot down to the ground. 

“How do you know about that?”

“Did you really think Penelope wouldn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t think she would see it until it was too late,” you grumbled, crossing your arms.

“How long has Hotch been sitting on that paperwork?”

“The first part, a week. I just turned in the rest of it earlier and I guarantee he’s going to hold it as long as he can or until I force him to file it. He’s not happy about this.”

“I don’t blame him. The team is losing a damn good agent and profiler,” Derek replied. 

“The team will be fine,” you insisted, grabbing your bag from where you’d dropped it, “Don’t try to talk me out of this, I’ve already made up my mind.”

“(Y/N), no one wants you to go but we want you to be happy,” he said walking over to you. “I’m just questioning whether or not this will make you happy.”

“I’m happy. It’s just time for a change,” you said slinging your bag over your shoulder. “I have to go.”

“In more ways than one it would seem,” Derek replied, tugging you into his arms, “if you do this, I’m gonna miss you, Pretty girl.”

“I’ll miss you too,” you told him sincerely squeezing his muscular form, “but there is no if. I’m doing this.” You strode out of the gym, shoulders only slumping slightly as you questioned your decision. You sprinted to your car and drove like mad to get home. You were desperate to shake that little seed of doubt that Derek had planted in your mind about your decision before it had time to take root. “Oreo,” you called to your kitty as you opened your apartment door, “I’m sorry I’m late. Are you hungry?” you spoke as you passed through the entry but froze. Spencer was sitting on your couch with your cat curled up in his lap, just purring away. A bowl of popcorn and two beers had been casually placed on your coffee table, while Doctor Who played in the background. “Um, Spence?” you muttered, mentally kicking yourself for giving him the spare key to your apartment. The sound of your voice finally caused him to look up from the book. 

“Oh (Y/N), hi,” he said closing the book and setting it on the back of the couch. 

“What are you doing?” you asked, dropping your gym bag and purse on the ground before heading to the kitchen to start dinner for yourself. 

“Well, I thought since we have the day off tomorrow, maybe we could do movie night?” he asked glancing over at you.

“Movie night?” you snorted, “We only do that when one of us is upset.” You shifted your weight from foot to foot as you filled a pan with water, and you could feel him staring at you. “I’m fine.”

“Clearly you’re not,” he insisted, getting up and walking to the kitchen much to Oreo’s chagrin. She pouted as she hopped up on the counter and sat by her food bowl. You shook your head at her before filling the bowl. “You’re upset about something, there’s talk of some kind of transfer, and on top of all that you’re avoiding me.”

“I am not,” you mumbled, setting the pot down on the cooktop, “I’m just working some stuff out.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s what?”

“C’mon (Y/N), I know you. You don’t do anything without getting other people’s opinions.”

“Spencer, you are the smartest person I know. So why don’t you use that big genius brain of yours, to put all that information together and figure out why I wouldn’t tell anyone,” you said turning to face him. He scrunched his eyebrows up together and you watched as the realization washed over his face.

“You’re leaving?”

“Probably,” you muttered, grabbing a box of spaghetti out of the pantry.

“Why? When? Where?” he asked, trying to deal with the new information. 

“Sex crimes,” you replied, breaking the spaghetti over the pot, “Remember Hotch leant me to them a month ago. Before I left, Agent Tyler told me if I ever was done with BAU there’d be a job open for me in his department and I’ve decided it’s time to move on.”

“But why? I don’t understand. You were happy until like a month ago,” he said, running a hand through his hair. 

“A lot can change in a month,” you mumbled, reaching over and smoothing a hand over Oreo’s fur.



“Don’t do that,” Spencer groaned, snatching your hand, “Don’t shut me out when I’m just trying to understand-”

“Well, this is one thing you can understand,” you insisted. 

“Then explain it to me.”

“Not possible.”

“Why? You just said that I’m the smartest person you know.”

“Spencer, please. I am trying not to hurt you.”

“You’re already hurting me by shutting me out, so just say it!”

“I’m in love with you, damn it,” you shouted, tearing your hand away from him and wrapping both arms around yourself. Spencer froze and just stared at you. There was no way that those words had come out of your mouth, no way. Right?

“What did you say?” he asked hesitantly. 

“I’m in love with you,” you repeated still hugging yourself, “and watching you fall in love with someone else is slowly killing me. I can’t do it anymore. You wanted to know, so there it is laid out plain as day. I know it’s my own fault for falling in love with my best friend who could never possibly into me that way, but I did and now that’s something that I’m going to have to deal with. I’m-” you were trying to explain but were abruptly cut off when Spencer took your face in his hands and pressed your lips together. It was your turn to freeze be confused. You settled into the kiss after a few seconds and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I don’t understand,” you muttered as you both pulled away to get some air. 

“Well, I thought that would have cleared some things up,”  Spencer chuckled, pressing his lips against your forehead, “but I didn’t just come here to have movie night. I came here to tell you something that I should’ve told you a long time ago, and now that you’ve expressed a positive sentiment about me this will go much more smoothly for me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, to put it plainly, a few of our coworkers knocked some sense into me in regards to feeling but JJ really hit the nail on the head. She made it obvious that I was being a coward. I was content to watch the girl that had dazzled me and ensnared my heart from the moment I met her go about her life and make connections with other people without ever stepping up and going after what I wanted. Her. I did a lot of thinking this afternoon, and I realized that she was right. I had sat by and watched you live life, date other people, have fun, while I sat on the sidelines content that if I couldn’t be with you the way I wanted to be that I could still be in your life. I could live with that, but what I can’t do is be without you in my life. You make me a better person, inspire me to do things I never would’ve dreamed of doing, listen to me when I ramble or blurt out facts, and so many other wonderful things. I’m in love with you (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I am whole heartedly and undeniably in love with you. So, here I am laying my heart out for you and hoping that, if you’ll have me, you’d be willing to hold onto that heart even though you’ve already had it for quite some time,” he replied, holding you close, smoothing a hand over your cheek and wiping away a tear that had fallen from you eye. You were speechless the confession was so beautiful. Without a second thought, you crashed your lips into his and tangled a hand in his hair. He responded immediately, arms tightening around your waist. “I’m hoping that’s a yes,” he chuckled as you parted again. 

“Well duh,” you giggled and tried to stop the happy tears from running down your face as you brushed the hair away from his face. “I’m sorry I’m crying, I’m just really happy.”

“Happy tears are good.”

“I thought you and Maeve were-”

“Ah yes, that. When it first started, I think she and I were both actually considering a relationship of the romantic variety but we both realized that we were trying to replace other people who we were actually in love with,” he explained. 

“Well, I- oh crap.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I guess I should call Hotch to see if I can cancel that transfer.”

“I think you’re safe.”

“Why’s that?”

“I think Hotch hasn’t actually filed the forms yet. Penelope was snooping through the files on his computer when she found the email.”

“Well, everythign seems to have worked itself out,” you chirped happily, “and seeing as you’re here, still want to do movie night?”

“Absolutely, but first. These are for you,” Spencer said producing a bouquet of flowers from the sleeve of his cardigan. 

“How did you do that?” you laughed, taking the flowers and setting them in the vase on the counter. 

“A magician never reveals his secrets.”

“How on earth did I get so lucky to have you in my life?”

“I ask myself that question every single day,” Spencer admitted and kissed you again. 

A Winchester’s Legacy - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part 1

Title: A Winchester’s Legacy

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 4,072

Warnings: Character death (not main ones)

Summary: You’ve known the Winchesters all your life, yet when the father of your child dies you never thought they would take you in the bunker with them. Nor would you ever think the love you’d feel again for the older Winchester as he becomes a father for your baby. Who would ever think he has just the same wish: A family with you.

A/N: Daddy Dean is literally the best thing on this world!

Hunting and love just didn’t go together. It was not a rule per say but everybody in this line of work knew that if a hunter allowed themselves to fall for someone, sooner or later, both their lives would be damned. And you knew it yourself, from the first moment you decided to do this, yet somehow you found yourself falling head over heels for him.

Settling wasn’t his thing, and with this kind of job that the both of you had, you weren’t made for that either. You never called it a relationship, although you really wished you could, and even if life – and again the job – had you drifting apart, you’d always find your way back to each other. Whether it was the bar, the police station, a crime scene caused by some angry werewolf, the end result was one. You’d always end up a tangled mess of limbs and bed sheets in his motel room just savoring each other, trying to take in as much as you could before the morning came and you had to drift apart again. Waiting to see each other again, promising to with every lingering touch and kiss.

Until that promise was broken. And as if your world hadn’t already crumbled down when you saw his body in autopsy, as if you didn’t already have enough drinks to kill yourself from the alcohol in your system, as if hunting every demon to get to the one that took him away from you wasn’t enough… there was still one more thing coming.

Oh and if love and hunting didn’t go together just wait until you tried kids and hunting. Speaking of which-

“He seems to like my trenchcoat.” Castiel’s voice along with your son’s squeal caught your attention and you were brought back to reality.

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~From Sour to Sweet~

When you find a new friend in the strangest way.

cat hybrid!yoongi/reader

Word Count: 5,704

What were you thinking?

You don’t know what possessed you to go to a hybrid adoption facility and want to pick out a hybrid of your own. You felt bad that you could only choose one of the many hybrids presented before you. All were of various species accentuated with different colors, shapes, and sizes.

“You can go in if you want.” The employee next to you responds, having spotted you looking at the hybrids through the glass window.

The room was pretty spacious but you were afraid that if you went inside you would try and take them all home with you. It looked like a cross between a playground and recreational room. There were beds for them to sleep, a TV off to the side, and lots of blankets and pillows.

“If there’s one you want to interact with personally, we have rooms available for you, if you’re not comfortable going inside with all of them. It can get overwhelming sometimes.”

You watched all the hybrids for a bit. There were a couple of rabbits running around in a game of chase, bounding through the other hybrids as well as hopping over stray toys and scattered furniture pieces. The foxes were playing with a soccer ball, rolling it back and forth and a few of them even went to mess with the other hybrids nearby. Literally all of the dog hybrids were play wrestling each other and you could see tufts of fur flying through the air. Most of the cats were either asleep or lazily tossing balls of yarn here and there.

You notice a small white cat hybrid tucked away from everyone else, including the other cats, curled up in a ball high on top of one of the shelves. He wasn’t sleeping, rather he was lying there and observing all the other hybrids with a smidge of boredom adorning his features, white tail flicking lazily back and forth like a pendulum. His white ears contrasted the black locks of his hair as they twitched to each of the sounds. You noticed that he looked…lonely, yet there was a hint of sadness somewhat hidden in his eyes, and your heart ached at the sight.

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Double Booked

Originally posted by xopsychogirlxo

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Content/Warning: FLUFF

Words: 1667

A/N: So I know that I promised When We Were Young pt 2 today, but I’m sick so cut me some slack. Instead I’ll just give you this adorable Bucky fic, because who doesn’t love Bucky Barnes? Anyways, enjoy - and as always, prompts are open.

“They’ve been dancing around their feelings for months, Tony,” Natasha Romanoff said to the billionaire with a roll of her eyes. “How exactly do you expect to fix that?”

“On our next mission,” Tony said, as if it was obvious. “We have to go out of town, you know.”

 “Okay?” The redhead asked, raising an eyebrow. “Meaning what, exactly?”

“One word: roommates.” Tony grinned as if it was the best idea he had ever had.

“Tony, no, okay. Bucky is going to want to room with Steve, and Y/N is going to want to be with me, it isn’t going to work,” Natasha said with a sigh. “Honestly, how you ever became a billionaire with some of your ideas is beyond me.”

“First of all, rude. Second of all, no, Red, it won’t be a problem. You want to know why?” He didn’t give her a chance to respond. “Because we are not going.”

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needy; connor murphy x reader smut

requests: too many 

okay motherfuckers, it’s here and its kinky as hell

word count; 1673

TRIGGER WARNINGS; KINKY SMUT, ITS AGAINST A CAR SO IN PUBLIC OKAY, connor calls the reader nicknames like babygirl etc, T E a s i N G, lowkey a lil hint of degradation but just a lil’, LEMME KNOW IF IM MISSING TAGS


It was almost pathetic the kind of affect Connor had on you by just being near you, but what was even more pathetic was the affect he had on you when he wasn’t around. The fact that after only a few days of being apart, you started to become almost desperate to see him again, to feel him again.

 You see, Connor had been away for a week because he had been forced to go on a trip with his family. And while it’s not like you two hadn’t sent your fair share of racy texts and pictures while he was away, it was nothing near enough to satiate you.

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If You Must Mourn, Don’t Do It Alone

AO3 Link

Genre: Fluff, angst, university AU, hurt comfort, sad Dan

Summary: Fiction. Phil is a Masters’ student just starting at a new uni, and while he should be concerned with getting to grips with his new course, he finds himself more and more caught up with getting to know his quiet, brown-haired housemate who has a habit of disappearing.Or, Phil goes to uni, Dan goes to uni, Dan is sad, and Phil is there for him.

Warnings: hints at mental illness although this is never explicitly stated

Word Count: 40k

A/N: This is my Big Bang! Massive thanks to my beta Martha ( @headlesghost), you have been such a star catching all my errors and making everything flow so much better, as well as being a wonderful encouraging voice when I thought I couldn’t get this finished. Literally would not be posting this without you.

Thanks also to the ever wonderful Meg ( @mecaka) for being such a great mod and helping me deal with my freak-out about not finishing this on time, and to my partner Charlotte ( @charlottekath) for dealing with me rambling endlessly about this, helping come up with the premise, and leaving comments scattered everywhere to make me feel like this is at least half-way decent xD

Also, there is more to this fic - I’m aware that by the end, you will see a lot of untyed ends. But don’t worry - there is an epilogue in the works ^_^

Warnings for hints at anxiety and depression, as well as general uni stress, and swearing

Title from Keaton Henson’s ‘You’

Reminder that I don’t know Dan or Phil at all and I’m not suggesting this in any way reflects reality. This is a work of fiction

Phil thought the house was empty, but he still wasn’t sure. Standing on the doorstep, looking at the bright red door and the awkward little garden it was situated in, suddenly everything felt very real. University in a different city - a city he knew well, but still, a new university - and a masters’ course that he still wasn’t sure he was actually qualified for.

Nerves curled up tight in his belly, until he actually winced.

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thirty days of skam fic: day twenty nine
aka, isak triple texts his one night stand, even, and the boy squad are in absolute despair at how desperate that looks

beginning. accusation. restless. leaves. rainbow. flame. formal. under. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. cans. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. tent. mad. thousand. paper. winter. luxury. letters. promise. simple. future.


“Dude, this is so simple. This is like, entry level stuff.”

“Seriously Isak, how have you ever managed to hook up with anyone before?”

“Bro, come on, did you not take dating 101?  I mean, even I know this.”

Isak slumps back in his chair, gripping his beer between white-knuckled hands and glaring around the table.  At some point soon, he thinks to himself, he really needs to invest in some better friends.

“You can all fuck off,” he suggests, and then turns a baleful look to the middle of Jonas’s kitchen table, which they’re all sat around as they supposedly pregame for a big party in someone’s university halls tonight, although at this rate Isak’s not sure they’ll even make it to the party, since the guys now seem only invested in telling him off.  Isak’s phone is lying on the table between them all, still open to his most recent text conversation.  Mahdi had been holding it, but he’d felt the need to dramatically drop the phone in disgust as soon as he’d seen what Isak had done.

But in Isak’s defence, how was he supposed to know it’s bad to triple text?

“He was really hot,” he moans, bringing his beer bottle up to his forehead and pressing the cold glass against his temples. “Easily the best sex I’ve ever had, even though we both completely drunk.  Plus he was nice, and funny, and – I’m just supposed to never contact him again after that?”

There’s disbelief in Isak’s tone, because that can’t possibly be how it works.  He also refuses to believe he’s this out of the loop on the rules of dating – or that there are rules of dating to begin with, honestly.


“It was a one night stand!”

To be fair, Isak’s had his fair share of one night stands since coming out of the closet a few years ago, just before he graduated Nissen.  Possibly more than his fair share.  His time at University so far has involved a lot of time at parties and gay bars, a lot of guys with dark hair and dark eyes, just Isak’s type, a lot of kissing in shadowy corners and fucking in strangers’s beds.  He’s gone on a few regular dates too, but it never really caught his interest, and nothing ever turned into any kind of actual relationship, so he mostly does just stick to the hooking up – and through all of that, he’s never felt the urge to text a guy the next day.  Sometimes he’s taken their number but just never got in touch, and other times the parting has been more mutual, or else he’s snuck out in the middle of the night without saying anything, but never this.

This guy – Even, whose name still tastes heavenly in Isak’s mouth – had been different.  

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anonymous asked:

sooooo how rfa members and saeran and v (let's say he's not blind for this one lol) would react and what would they do if they were in a club and mc started to do a sexy/provocative dance for them in the middle of the dancefloor and they're just like, sitting at the bar watching her??? please give me life with this one 😍😂

~Oh man. Alright, here we go Coyote Ugly lmfao

◉ Yoosung

  • Of course he is blushing when he sees you
  • Almost falls off of the bar stool
  • Low-key glancing around making sure no guys are staring at you
  • While also taking pleasure in the fact that you’re looking at him
  • He feels so special!
  • But also…should he look away?
  • He’s never been in this situation before!
  • It’s flustering him, honestly
  • And you’re making him feel hot omg
  • His pants are a little tighter
  • Already imagining what he is going to tell the guild back in LOLOL
  • Taking mental pictures of you while it’s happening
  • He’s definitely going to remember this moment
  • When you finally walk up to him he doesn’t even give you a chance to say anything
  • Pulls you into a long deep kiss to try and get some of that built up passion out of himself

◉ Jumin

  • He is smirking
  • Just letting you do your thing
  • Took some blurry photos tbh
  • Enjoying every god damn second of it
  • Giving out those ‘yeah, she’s mine’ eyes
  • “the smolder” look (sry I HAD TO…HE WOULD)
  • Confident as shit about this
  • Nodding at everyone in visual range
    • “You wish you had that,” he tells a guy who has been staring as well
  • Alright though
  • You made a big mistake
  • Guess who is asking you to dance for him now on a regular basis
  • He’s already thinking of songs in his head
  • And outfits…

◉ Zen

  • His eyes are about to pop out of his head!
  • Cheeks are immediately flush
  • He’s taking pictures
  • Taking short videos
  • Taking selfies of him smirking with you in the background dancing
  • Enjoying the show for a moment until he remembers that you’re in public
  • And other MEN CAN SEE YOU
  • One is sitting right next to him, staring
  • Omg and two others are getting awfully close to you on the dance floor
  • Okay, now he is in protector mode
  • Leaves his drink at the bar and jumps up to dance with you
  • That way everyone knows you belong to him
  • Plus
  • He’s got some moves of his own he’d like to show you ;)

◉ Jaehee

  • She turns around to see you dancing out there, looking at her
  • OMG
  • She chokes on her drink a bit, honestly
  • It’s suddenly hot in this club
  • You look so amazing
  • She can’t take her eyes off of you
  • Had no idea you could move like this
  • Okay…
  • Some idea… ;)
  • Is she smiling a little bit?
  • Yes she is
  • Trying to keep a straight face, though
  • Hears some guys at the bar talking to each other about approaching you
  • Then you make your way over to her and give her a big kiss
  • The guys are now cheering you both on
    • “Maybe we should make our way home,” she suggests with a smirk

◉ Saeyoung

  • Wow
  • He did not expect to see you out there dancing like that when he turned around with his drink
  • Chewing on his bottom lip while watching you
  • You were looking good af
  • He was honestly fine sitting back and enjoying the show tbh
  • But some guy got behind you and started to dance with you
  • Oh hell no
  • Chugged his drink and made his way over to you
  • Wedges himself between the two of you to kind of give him the hint that he should scram
  • He actually likes this song
  • So he starts to dance, too
  • And you guys have a little sexy dance-off out on the floor haha
  • He’s actually not being goofy?? It’s actually pretty hot and like a Chippendale’s level of moves
  • But then he had started to remove clothing and the bouncers put an end to it
    • “Sir, put your clothing back on or I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

◉ V

  • Where’s that gif of him Viktor

Originally posted by viiktorss

  • Ah yes, there it is
  • That’s exactly what happens when he sees you out there dancing like that
  • He had no idea???
  • How did he not know this?
  • He was not prepared ok
  • Once he gets over the initial shock he is really into this, honestly
  • He actually chuckles and gets a sideways smirk while watching you
  • Crosses his legs and slowly sips his drink while you dance
  • Beaming every time someone at the bar makes a comment about you
  • Looks over at them all cocky
  • Eventually joins you when he finishes his drink
  • Grinds up behind you and pulls you close
    • “I’m so lucky that you’re all mine,” he whispers in your ear
  • You don’t make it all the way home before he has to pull the car over because he is thinking about it so much

◉ Saeran

  • Well, shit.
    • “This is interesting,” he mutters
  • Cocks his eyebrow and is now chewing on his drink straw while watching you
  • Low-key making sure no one tries to grind up on you or he’s going to punch them
  • Trying his best to look nonchalant about it but inside he is sweatin’ tbh
  • Tapping his foot to try and keep chill
  • How dare you do this to him
  • Puts his drink down and just gets up and leaves through the crowd
  • You’re confused?? Where is he going?
  • You end up going after him
  • Moving through the crowds of people when a hand grabs your arm and yanks you
  • Saeran has pulled you into the bathroom and locks the door
  • And…well you know lolol
The Keys

Requested: Could you maybe write an imagine where Y/N ex boyfriend brings back the house key he had for Y/N apartment and Shawn is there. But Shawn didn’t know he had a key in first place and because he never got a key he is all jealous and pissed yells at Y/N? I hope that makes sense. Really appreciate your writings! Love only!

Your name: submit What is this?


After showering, you walk back into your living room with your hair still damp, but thrown into a messy bun. Shawn is over, so the two of you are planning to have a lazy night in. Since he has some time off, you’re finally getting to spend time together. You walk into to the living room to find that Shawn isn’t there where you left him. You can hear voices coming from the hall leading to the front door. One of them you recognize immediately as Shawn’s of course, but the other one sounds familiar too, and you wonder who would be at the door. Shawn’s frame is blocking the entire doorway, so you can’t see who’s at the door, but when you get closer you can hear the other person speaking. “Can you tell her I’m sorry I didn’t call?” Your ex-boyfriend says to Shawn. As much as you want to know what the conversation is about and why he stopped by in the first place, you don’t really want to walk into a conversation between your ex and your current boyfriend, so you stop and backtrack before either of them see you.

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Butterflies - Archie Andrews x Reader

Certainly a longer one for you guys. It’s a little crappy and a little pointless but I thought of this while in music class the other day and thought it was a cute idea to distract us all from the turmoil of episode 13…


Originally posted by riverdalesource

He had admired her from across the music room for months. (y/n) (l/n). With the voice of an angel and the face of one too. She was truly talented in every way, singing, piano, guitar and just her sheer ability to charm anyone. She was sweet in everyway and he couldn’t help but wonder if her lips were that sweet too; they certainly looked it.

He had completely fallen for her. Everything she did, every word she sang, everything she was. She was beginning to become his first thought in the morning and his last at night before he went to sleep and almost every thought in between. Yet, he had still never had a full conversation with you. You were alone once in the classroom when everyone had left as he helped her find her sheet music but that was it. That was enough for him to memorize her eyes and the way she did her hair in a messy bun so she could play without it getting in the way and it was adorable. Everything about her was adorable. Miniature compared to him and her smile was the cutest thing he had ever seen in his life. Yet, he still hadn’t spoken to her.

“You need to say something, bud.” Jughead slid onto the bench next to him, stuffing some cafeteria burrito into his mouth.

“He’s right you know,” Betty chimed in from behind him with Veronica and Kevin as they sat around,

“Are you still pining over piano girl?” Ronnie mocked in a baby voice, “God, Arch. I didn’t know that you could ever be so useless around a girl.” He glared at her,

“I have no idea what you are on about.” He tried to play it cool but the tiniest voice crack at the wrong moment gave him away. Not that there was much to give away.

“Oh yeah, and I have no idea that, that song is about her.” Kevin observed stealing the sheet from in front of Archie and pulling it away from reach so he and the girls could see it,

“Oh Archie you have to say something! This is all too sweet.” Betty cooed but Jugheads laughter overpowered her, “Oh Juggie, just because some guys are romantic.” Betty sighed mockingly,

“I am mysterious and girls love that more.” He smirked before winking at her.

“This is all well and good guys but I am not talk to her. Now or anytime soon.”

“you could ask her to the dance!” V piped up getting all excited,

“Great idea!” Archie mocked, “When you find any reason for her to like me, let me know and I’ll go for it.” He sighed in defeat. If he was true to himself that was the real reason he had never gone up to her, they had never spoken and normally it was girls who came up to him and her? well she was not that kind of girl. She hung around with Ethel, not the vixens. She wore oversized cardigans, not mini skirts and her top knot was haphazard, not 3 hours worth of styling but all this just made her so much better than any of them. She was who she wanted to be, not who someone like Cheryl wanted her to be or how people said she should be, she was just herself and that’s how he wanted her.

One thing he never understood was that she spoke to everyone, except him. She was one of them people who didn’t have a ‘group’ she kind of floated between people with everyone liking her. One day she could talk to the geeks and the next be tutoring Reggie Mantle in science only to be back with musical theatre kids by lunch helping with rehearsals but she never spoke to this group. Ever. He had never understood why she had avoided them, he was sure that they had never done any wrong to her but she would almost always leave class quickly to avoid him.

As far as Archie knew, she was single but he couldn’t understand why. Half the boys in the football team adored her and not in some demeaning way. If they didn’t think of you as a sister to protect, they wanted to take you out for dinner. She managed to bring out the soft side of even the biggest guys in the school ad he could never figure out how, bur she certainly did it to him.

She found solitude in music and she would only practice in the theatre without anyone listening. 

Little did she know that Archie had found this out, he had been working to keep up with the rest of the music class that he had managed to join late. He had come across your secret practice sessions after looking for Valerie. 

She was too into her music to notice Archie staring from the back, and too focused to notice when Archie came in, even taking a seat and listening to the end of her piece. 

She played her last note, her eyes still closed…that is until he started to clap. When her eyes flew open she made eye contact instantly with Archie and paled dramatically,

“Sorry, I’ll be going I didn’t know you were in here…”
“No, no it’s fine.” He panicked a little, this was his only chance to talk to her, “please stay, for once?” she looked like a rabbit in the headlights but he had never seen her that way. She was normally confident, loud and cheery but this was so much different - as if she was scared of him but she nodded anyway still standing in the same spot clutching her sheet music, “look, I don’t know if you know me I'm…”
“Archie. Archie Andrews.” The fact she knew who he was made him smile stupidly, “I’ve seen you in music class.” she said quietly, “I'm…”
“(y/n). I know.” Archie looked down sheepishly at his feet as he said it, kind of glad she never brought up his football, when he was around her all he cared about was music, “I have been wondering if maybe…” he trailed off not really knowing where he was going with this.

“Maybe what?” she asked kindly, making her way down the stages stairs and to the auditorium where he stood,

“You would help me study. Music I mean, I was late starting.” He mentally kicked himself for chickening out but he now knew the real reason all the big guys went soft on her, her eyes were like molten pools that seemed to shine. She smiled innocently, everything about her was innocent she didn’t seem to be corrupted like most of the people in this town,

“Of course,” she said softly and with what he thought (and hoped) was a hint of disappointment. Turning, she went back up onto the stage to the piano and took her seat once again beckoning him to follow. He stood awkwardly behind her until she sifted over ever so slightly allowing him to sit beside her, “What do you need help with?” she pulled out her sheet music once again and placed it on the stand before tucking a pencil behind her ear,

“have you ever considered teaching someone piano?” he asked skeptically,

“I can try my best” she smiled before she started talking again but he zoned out watching the way her lips moved or how her long, delicate fingers would move across the keys with no visible effort. It wasn’t until she took his hand in hers placing it on the keys beneath hers did he snap out of it. His heartbeat elevating like never before as he turned to look at her his hand still under hers, playing keys he had never used before and playing music they were making together as she finally turned too look at him, their faces astonishingly close to one another,


“I would very much like to admit that I think you’re beautiful.” He didn’t fully know where the confidence came from, perhaps it was the feeling of her hand on his but he moved, reaching his hand up to remove the pencil from behind her ear and admired how her hair fell with it. Pushing it back he glanced at her lips, “I would also very much like to kiss you.” She didn’t say anything. She simply leaned into him, pushing her lips against his softly as if she was once again scared so he pressed himself further into her, wrapping his hand into her hair as he had dreamed of doing for the months he had admired her before she pulled away but stayed close to him, “Why did you stay away from me?” he asked timidly, so not to upset her after their moment,

“because it would have been hard to sit there and be close to you and not kiss you.” she murmured in reply, shocking him,

“Wait, what?” he moved a little further away to look at her, his hand still playing with her hair,

“maybe it was your laugh, or your eyes, or your smile. It could have been your hair, or your voice, or your personality. Whatever it was, it made me fall pretty damn hard.” she confessed looking into his eyes intently making him kiss her again, making her gasp a little in shock but returning the chaste kiss,

“Why didn’t you tell me all of this, instead of running away?” he looked confused like a lost puppy and tilted his head a little, “Why did you avoid me?”

“Because, for the first time, I didn’t want to make a fool of myself.” she admitted, turning back to look at the keys, Archie placing his hand on hers once again but this time on his lap, “so I listened to you singing from afar, in the common room, in class, when you were with your friends. And I would come to your football games, I would watch from the side of the bleachers where I couldn’t be seen by the other players for once. I mean, I love them guys, they were good to me but they weren’t you.”

“Wait, what?”

“Archie, I’m a pretty loud outgoing person but around you? You reminded me what butterflies felt like and I could never stop loosing my breath when I saw you looking back at me. That day when you helped me in music? Nothing could beat the butterflies I felt when I was around you. You made me feel a kind of happiness I’ve never experienced before.” He looked at her falling more in love with her by the second, by every word she said,

“Butterflies, eh?” he smirked a little making her laugh quietly, “So I guess what I felt wasn’t just a crush?”
“Never just a crush” she looked up at him, her eyes shinning in a completely different way, in a better way, “anyway, music” he smiled like an idiot,

“Right, music.”

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Originally posted by chichangyu

  • thanks to anon’s request for bf yugyeom you guys are going to have the pleasure of reading me gradually have a mental breakdown over how much i love kim yugyeom
  • okay!! you meet yugyeom through bambam
  • u and bam have been good friends for a few years and yet??? you’ve never met yugyeom
  • like you’ve met the others, but it’s like every time you come close to finally meeting yugyeom he’s just like “gotta go!!1″
  • at first you’re like “oh i just have terrible timing i’m sure we’ll get to really talk to each other one day”
  • but no
  • it’s like he’s avoiding you like the plague and you’re not sure whether to confront the others about it cause you know they know
  • they’re too nosy to not know
  • but also in the back of your mind you’re worried you’re making too much of a fuss about it
  • in the end you go up to bam like “does yugyeom hate me or what”
  • bam is both taken aback and also smirking. you know the smirk
  • “why, what ever do you mean-” “KUNPIMOOK BHUWAKUL I SWEAR TO GOD”
  • bam refuses to disclose anything to you bc of “bro code” and you’re low(high)key offended bc i mean, here you were, thinking that you were more bam’s bro than yugyeom well exCUSE YOU
  • still, he keeps his lips shut tight for the first time in his life so you resort to the others
  • you know jb won’t say anything, he’s a good dad
  • jinyoung would spill just to spite the evil maknae but apparently yugyeom promised he’d get jinyoung a new pair of sneakers so he was a no go too
  • jackson claimed he couldn’t say anything bc it was “too precious watching you two suffer”
  • mark just laughed and walked away
  • your last resort is youngjae, and you think that maybe you can win him over by buying him meat or something but even he’s somehow sworn to secrecy
  • for weeks, you are suffering
  • you’re like so close to giving up and just accepting that yugyeom actually hates your guts and the others are too nice to say anything abt it when you get a text from bam asking you to stop by their dorm to drop off a jacket that he left at your place
  • you have a key to their place so it’s super easy to get in and you’re thinking from the way bam phrased his text to you that he was actually home to receive the jacket
  • you’re proven wrong when you enter and instead of bam and the boys it’s just.. yugy
  • he’s somewhere in the middle of yelling at the tv and climbing over the back of the couch when he realizes he’s no longer alone
  • you kind of stand dumbfounded in the doorway with bam’s jacket in hand and your eyes wide and all you can muster is a “…whatcha doin”
  • yugyeom flashes like twenty shades of red and slowly sits back down on the couch like a normal person before he points at the paused scene on the tv, “i’m watching a really frustrating drama”
  • when you look over at the tv, you immediately recognize it and drop bam’s jacket without a second thought, barreling toward the couch to plop next to yugyeom and you miss the look of surprise and terror that crosses his face as you just start fan girling
  • “when did the new episode drop??” “did he kiss her yet?” “I honestly can’t stand this second lead you know” “can you believe it’s taken them ten episodes to even mention they have feelings for each other?”
  • yugyeom is both nervous and really kind of glad you like this drama as much as him but he was really hoping that you wouldn’t catch him, in all places, like this
  • but then you give him a small, reassuring smile and motion at the tv “go on, play it”
  • needlesss to say, bambam is the only one not surprised when the others come home to see you and yugyeom standing up on the couch, yelling nonsense over bottles of soju as the main lead misses his chance to confess again
  • suddenly, it’s like the avoiding you thing had never happened
  • instead of yugyeom bolting out of the door as soon as you come over, he’s sticking around, asking you how your day is, if you’ve eaten yet, if you wanna catch a movie later with him and youngjae
  • you two bond over your similar love in dramas and music and soon enough yugyeom and you aren’t even hanging at the dorm with the others anymore
  • yugyeom is picking you up at your place and taking you for long drives, to this bbq place he likes, to playgrounds to act like the grown little kids you are
  • it’s in the middle of one of your drama marathons that yugyeom works up the urge to kiss you for the first time
  • you’re kinda just curled up beside him, your head laying against his shoulder, and the main couple on the screen are kissing and yugyeom tenses but you don’t even notice
  • you just let out this lovey sigh like “i wish someone would kiss me like that”
  • you’re dropping hints ok
  • like the amount of times you’ve said something like that while you two watched your dramas together
  • the boy stupit okay
  • since the boys are out for the night, it’s the perfect chance, yugyeom thinks
  • but he’s still so nervous bc?? what if you got angry and rejected him and never talked to him or bam again? bam would kill him. yugyeom would kill himself before bam even had a chance
  • bouncing between actually doing it or just leaving your relationship how it was plagues him constantly, to the point where he can’t sleep without thinking of the “what if’s”
  • “o-oh yeah? im sure someone will one day” yugyeom tries to reassure you with a lame excuse
  • and like, you’ve had it
  • “god damn it kim yugyeom! do i have to spell this out for you?!” yugyeom blinks back at your outburst, his brows furrowed
  • he wants to ask why you’re yelling but you’re clearly not finished
  • “i have been dropping hints that i want to kiss you for god knows how long and you always sit back and say the same thing every time and i’m honestly at my wit’s end with you bc i can’t tell if you really don’t notice how i feel or if you really don’t care but-”
  • and. yeah. yugyeom has seen enough dramas to know what he’s supposed to do now
  • his lips find yours clumsily but it silences you immediately, and you let out a soft moan of approval before he peels back, lips shining with your spit as he tentatively touches over his mouth for a moment, then looks up at you bashfully like “did I do that right?”
  • turns out the reason he always ran away from you whenever you were around was bc he was crushing incredibly hard on you and all the boys knew it
  • instead of the boys coming home to you and yugyeom screaming at the tv they come home to you two making out on the couch and you can’t tell if jackson’s cheers or jaebum’s horrified screams are louder
  • so i’ve touched heavily on the fact that yugyeom loves dramas but i dont think I’ve made my point??
  • if he binges a show and likes a certain character he becomes that character
  • you were so close to strangling him that time he watched moon lovers and went around talking like wang so for a week
  • also always somehow twenty steps ahead of you with every drama
  • he walks by you starting a new drama and just snorts like “finally you’re watching it? took you long enough”
  • he’s seen every drama in existence
  • gets very emotionally involved to the point where he calls you crying in the middle of the night and you think something is legitimately wrong but he’s just like “he died!!! they killed him! i’m boycotting this show”
  • you let him cry it out tho cause same
  • also, boy is perpetually somewhere between romantic and awkward
  • sometimes he can really make you swoon but he’s such a sweetheart like five minutes later he’s spilling his drink down his shirt or something
  • whenever he sees you wearing any piece of his clothing he just smiles to himself and elects to take a thousand pictures of you in it
  • “yugyeom it’s just a hat” “i know but it’s my hat!! how cute is this??? youngjae come look at this-”
  • bambam gets kinda jealous when he finds out you’re more interested in yugy than him these days
  • like one day you come over to the dorm and he’s like “hey!!” and you’re like “heyyyy where’s yugyeom”
  • from that day on he just seethes in a corner as you ignore him for the maknae
  • sometimes you catch him and he’s so bitter when you ask him what’s up
  • “why don’t you ask yugyeom what’s up? since you love him so much”
  • he’s even the same way with yugyeom it’s like he wants to spend time with the both of you but like. not at the same time
  • probably third wheels too
  • he’s not sure if he’s grieving more over you or yugy
  • jackson is your number one fan by the way
  • you can not look at yugyeom for 0.000001 seconds without jackson claiming how in love you both are
  • he even manages to embarrass you both further by taking really silly pictures of the both of you and threatening to post it on instagram
  • “i love love, okay” sure jackson
  • there’s never a dull moment with yugyeom tbh
  • even when yall are just laying in silence its so nice with him
  • sometimes you absentmindedly groom him
  • you fix his hair, wipe things from his mouth, kiss his cute lil cheeks and scold him about eating better
  • he acts like he doesn’t like it but he really really does
  • if he “complains” and you pull your hand from his hair he’ll catch your wrist and put it back where it was with a pout “i didn’t say stop tho..”
  • he attempts to teach you how to dance like him but… that’s not happenin 
  • he does like this really cool move and then tells you to copy him and like you can’t help but laugh bc sure thing lmao
  • always dancin by the way
  • you’re standing in line? hes dancing
  • you’re brushing your teeth? dancing
  • you’re making dinner? dance
  • he’s such a wonderful bf tho like he’s bashful and sometimes he doesn’t always say how he feels right off the bat bc he’s not used to being open with his feelings like that but it only adds to how much you love him
  • he’ll look over at you when you’re both dozing off and just smile
  • he’s overflowing with the #fond
  • “you know, I wouldn’t mind if we stayed like this forever. got married and had kids and just lived our lives happy, you know? i just want to live my life happy. with you.”

other boyfriend!got7:

college boyfriend!mark


I Have a Very Specific Skill Set (Matt Murdock x reader)

Request: Could you please write a Matt Murdock x reader fic where the reader is working with a crime boss to make ends meet and she ends up fighting Matt, who tries to convince her to leave the criminal life. She’s reluctant because it’s hard to find good work with her skill set. Maybe with some flirtatious tension between the two as they fight? :)

“Fog!  I’m gonna run out for coffee!” Matt called across their small shared law office, hurrying towards the door before his partner could object.  The heat from the city streets was filling the room, and the sound of fans that did nothing more than circulate it were drowning out his voice.  He should have known better than for that to be enough to help, because in an office this size, there was no getting away without hassle if Foggy’s bullshit radar had been triggered.

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Chemical Infatuation

summary: in which peter and the reader are paired up to work on a science project together and go to her house to work on it. (fluff)

word count: 2,256

A/N: this is actually my first ever fic on tumblr ! i hope that you like it and feel free to drop by and tell me how you feel about it! i also accept requests if you have something that you’d like me to write !!

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The Best Kind of Warmth

You’re really tiny but your crush is tall and it’s really cold one day at school. He gives you his jacket and you refuse, but he insists. You just walk around school covered in your crush’s scent all day long. Thank you so much ❤️

- @graciethebooknerdpjohoolove​

I hope this is kind of like what you wanted, and I hope that you have an amazing birthday (and that something like this happens).

Lots of Love xx

P.S. It felt so good to write again!


Your POV

Waking up this morning, I snuggled up to my sheets and braced myself for the rush of cold I was about to endure. I muster up all the strength I can and push the sheets off me, exposing my previously-warm body to the chill of my bedroom. Stepping out of bed didn’t help either, as my feet made me wonder whether it was possible to get hypothermia that fast.

After a few seconds, I finally managed to get myself out of my room to take a nice, warm shower. However, I was hit with another wave of icy-cold air upon stepping out onto the floor mat. I managed to wrap myself in my towel long enough to make the next two minutes of getting dressed seem bearable, quickly put my makeup on, perfect my messy bun and head out of the house.

Three minutes in to my usual walk to school, it dawns on me that of all of the days I need it, I’ve left my jumper at home. Usually I would quickly run back home and get it, but today I’m already running late enough and I don’t want to miss my first class of the day - English.

I almost miss the final set of lights before I arrive at school, but a quick attempt at a sprint has me getting into the front gates a few minutes before the first bell goes.

By the time I get to the English classroom, I’m cooling off from the sweat that accumulated from my rushed journey to school, and discover that the exertion has warmed me up. Content with this realisation, I take my usual seat and get out the homework I had rushed late last night.

I really must work on my procrastination, but every time I tell myself to get the work done early, I end up finding some hilarious YouTube video and get trapped in that black hole for a couple of hours. Before I even realise what’s happened, it’s dark outside and I have two hours to get all of my homework done - or face the wrath of my teachers bad sides.

I am pulled out of my thoughts when I feel someone bump into me.

“Oh, sorry Y/N.”

It’s Y/C/N. God, that smile could make flowers grow.

“Don’t even worry about it.” I smile back, hoping that he can’t see the blush forming on my cheeks just because he looked at me. Ugh, the things that boy does to me.

He takes his regular seat a few seats away from me and I try my hardest to not let my jaw-dropping peripheral view distract me from what I’m sure is key content for the upcoming exams.

An hour and a half and ten pages of notes later, I’m exposed yet again to the harsh winter breeze that seems to be eternal. Just as my body realises where I am and my temperature plummets, I feel a hand on my shoulder.

Spinning around, I am met with none other than the Greek God-like face that belongs to Y/C/N.

“Hey, you look like you’re freezing,” he observes. His eyes scanning the goose bumps on my forearms. “Would you by any chance….”

I look up at him from the ground - where my eyes had been glued ever since I realised that his eyes were scanning my body.

“…like to borrow my jacket?” He asks, looking nervous and hell. I almost want to laugh because of the relief his being nervous gives me. It’s nice to see that even Greek Gods get nervous sometimes.

“Umm,” I begin, completely unsure of what the right answer is. “It’s okay, I wouldn’t want you to have to tolerate this cold. Especially since you were smart enough to actually bring something to keep you warm.”

“I insist.” He states, much more confidently I might add. “Pretty girls shouldn’t have to deal with the cold anyway.”

I blush. This time not minding so much since it’s already kind of increasing the warmth on my face.

He puts his books down and takes off his jacket. I try not to faint from the hint of abs I see under his shirt as he does so.

He then holds out the jacket, and I take this opportunity to put my books down as well. I turn back around and guide my arms through the sleeves. Grateful, I thank him one more time, to which he responds. “Anytime, it looks better on you anyway.”

I blush once more, thinking about how much of a workout my cheeks are getting from this surreal encounter.

He grabs his books, and as he turns to leave says, “I hope to see you around.”

I nod and once he’s out of earshot, I whisper, “Me too.”

The warmth of his jacket, and the hint of his scent that comes with it are enough to keep a beaming smile on my face for the rest of the day, and I can’t help but think that wearing his jacket feels so right.

How To Gain a Cat’s (or Cute Boy’s) Trust in Seven Easy Steps by Ernst Robel

Anon said:  Ernst is a sucker for animals and has owned a cat for years. Hanschen moves to their school, Ernst draws parallels, and breaks down Hanschen’s walls using cat techniques.

This is SO FUCKING LONG and I’m sorry but I loved writing it so I hope you like it. you can also pinpoint the exact spot (Step 6) were i become so tired i can’t write. Feat: introvert hanschen, tiny boy ernst, butch ilse, emo moritz, and  angry engaged couple wendla and melchior

Words: 4881

Step One: Set Nurturing and Comfortable Environment

The night had started out fine enough, with a small crowd of just enough people to comfortably fill up Melchior’s living room. Ernst noticed, as he sipped his drink, that Hanschen had sat himself in the center of the room. He was perched on the ottoman with a beer in his hands. He wasn’t saying much. Instead he was laughing at all of Otto’s jokes and adding in just enough quick, witty comments to get everyone’s attention for a few seconds at a time.

As Ernst watched more, he observed how Hanschen’s blue eyes would lace around the room. He would sweep those bright, intense eyes around the room and examine each face with precision and attention. Every once and awhile, his eyes would lock on someone. But never for long. Even as he sat lackadaisically in the dimly lit living room, he was fully alert.

But time ticked on and more people began to trickle in. By the time the sun had gone down, they had managed to fit about 30  people in the already small house. And Hanschen’s ease began to melt away. He had moved to the corner of the room, right next to the front door, and sat on the arm of the couch that Ernst was sitting on.

His knee was tucked up to his chest with his chin resting on the denim covered joint. His back became hunched and his muscles were tense and flexed. It was as if he went from alert to attack. As if he was making himself as small as possible so that he just folded into the background. This was unlike how Hanschen usually was, begging for attention. Now. he begged to be left alone.

To anyone’s untrained eye, he was just another wallflower. But Ernst wasn’t just anyone.  

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Properly Acquainted

AKA Will and Hannibal flirt and shamelessly dry-hump in a Halloween store. I’m… almost sorry for this?

This is the first of my giveaway fics, for @captainwingdings, who placed second and requested a fic based on a dream they had:

Young Will encounters Med student Hannibal at a halloween store. I had a dream last night where Will (age 20 in this) was visiting family (or his cousins, just pretend he has them) during Halloween time, and he goes with his little cousins (like age 17 or so, so not that little) to a massive Halloween store. Cue slightly older (Med student?) Hannibal. Because what better time to kill some pigs than when everyone is setting out gory decorations? So basically Hannibal takes a liking to Will and kinda follows him around the shop because Will knows all these bloody facts and keeps telling his cousins. Hannibal is automatically smitten, of course, and goes out of his way to talk to Will and press his body up against his in the tiny aisles.

I took some liberties with plot, but hopefully the spirit of the dream is still there!

Also on Ao3 here.

“I want that big axe! I bet you could cut someone’s hand off with an axe like that!”

Will found himself at the local party outlet, babysitting his niece Abigail for the afternoon. Halloween was coming up, and Uncle Will, a criminal justice student at the local community college, was the ideal choice to help pick out the most gruesome costume.

“Well, um. The axe would be a particularly bad choice for any kind of close-range combat.”

“Close… what?”

“Look, you want to be a scary killer, right?”

“Well yeah. Duh.”

“So, you need an effective weapon. The axe isn’t going to do you much good in a fight. You’re really only going to want it for hacking at things from about arm’s length.”

They were currently in an aisle full of plastic fake weapons, the kind you could carry around spattered with fake blood and spook out all the little kids in the neighborhood – every ten-year-old’s dream.

“Yeah but it’s so BIG! I want that one.”

“How about you try the Bowie knife, that’ll be the most effective.”

“But a knife isn’t as scary as an axe.” 

“But it’s… look, if it were up to me, I’d rather fight someone who had an axe than a Bowie knife. You can see an axe coming and get out of the way pretty quickly. A knife sneaks up on you. And look at the curve on the end – that’s gonna rip out all your guts.”

“Yeah, but the axe is like… so big. I want the axe.” Her well-honed pout gave her the air of a mistreated Bassett Hound, a face that she knew from years of experience was Uncle Will’s kryptonite.

“… fine. We’ll get the axe. But you have to let me mix your fake blood for you, the stuff they sell at these stores doesn’t even congeal right.”

“Uncle Will, you’re so weird.”

“Do you want this costume to be accurate or not?”

“I want to be scary.”

“Accurate is scarier than anything you could come up with, I promise you.”

“Pardon me for overhearing, but I’d have to recommend the butcher knife over the Bowie, if we’re talking close combat. Specifically the Japanese yanagi ba, traditionally used for sashimi.”

“Excuse me?” Will noticed for the first time the man standing to their left in the aisle, perusing a set of generic teen-murder-movie hockey masks. The tall, gorgeous, very well dressed, mysteriously-accented man to their left. Will realized he was gawking and snapped his mouth shut, hoping the man hadn’t noticed.

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Father to be! Soonyoung

Inspired by @cheollies your drabbles r so cute OMG I wanna die!

Genre: fluff/angst
This ended up being so much longer than I intended fml

- the way he approached you when he wanted to ask about having kids was so cute
- You were just spooning in bed under a pile of blankets
- He was stroking your hair softly
- At first he whispered it , so you couldn’t really hear
- Then he used his free hand to intertwine his fingers with yours
- And he mumbled
- “Do you think we’re ready to have children?”
- And soonyoung is a very forward person so it surprised you that he was nervous about it
- You squeezed his hand and told him your were pretty much ready if he was by your side
- (Oh my god the cheese)
- Let’s say y’all had a pretty great time that night
- But obviously things don’t happen instantaneously
- And fast forward 9 months later, there are still no signs of a baby kwon
- The stress was taking a toll on you and even though Hoshi was v v EAGER to do bedtime stuff with you
- It was getting pretty exhausting for you and it was creating tension in your relationship
- For the past few months, you’d brush the negatives as just another trial
- But worries had built up in your mind that you never told him
- So after seeing another negative sign on a test, you just broke down crying
- And Soonyoung was there beside you immediately, at least on the other side of the door banging on it, to make you let him go in.
- You eventually opened the door, to see no traces of his usual smiley gaze on his face
- Instead he furrowed his eyebrows, eyes flitting to the test and back to your face streaked with dried tears and made a connection
- He engulfs you in a hug, rubbing circles on your back soothingly
- “There’s always next month, right?”
- But his voice is wavering, as though he’s unsure of it himself
- Because like you, he’s pondered before his dance classes, when he gets there early, If the reason why you were so unsuccessful was because there was something wrong with him.
- What if it never happens?
- the unspoken question between the both of you was voiced out.
- You were so sick of keeping quiet that you told him out right.
- The outpouring of feelings kept to yourselves took place and by the end of the conversation, you sighed and said.
- “Jagiya, let’s take a break. This stress isn’t good for either of us.”
- And it was a very relaxing break
- The both of you spent more time concentrating on each other than any potential new additions to the family
- Your anniversary just so happened to fall in the same month and you and soonyoung managed to have a get away (budget) mini holiday to an onsen in Japan.
- There was a private bath in your suite ;)
- The both of you forgot about your little break and decided to just let loose.
- Who knew that letting loose actually worked.
- That day you had just taken a test because you’d felt a little off for the past week but surely you couldn’t be
- Obviously you were proved wrong as a few minutes later you were staring mouth agape and heart pounding ferociously against your ribcage
- You swung the door open with a slam and yelled
- “SOONYOUNG-AH, come here, I think my eyes are fooling me.”
- “What is it?” He asks when he reaches the bathroom door, already grinning from ear to ear.
- You tilt the test so he can clearly see the indicator and you swore you saw a tear escape from his eye.
- Actually you did see at least a thousand slip from his eyes as he began bawling, tightly embracing you and twirling you around.
- And you thought you were going to be the emotional one.
- He practically yells it everyone he sees
- “Soonyoung-ah, you’re embarrassing meee….”
- Pregnancy wasn’t easy on your body to say the least
- Emotionally, you were easily irritable, getting frustrated with Soonyoung whenever he came home a tad late from the studio, or if he made a harmless joke about you.
- Physically, you were hit by a massive wave of morning sickness that didn’t not dissipate after the first trimester. There were also several scares that made Soonyoung speed to the hospital as fast as possible in panic. And you were put on partial bed rest due to genetic problems.
- This made you even more furious at everybody, being cooped up in the apartment most of the time. Though Soonyoung made sure that at least one of the boys came to visit you from time to time, especially when he was working late
- All this made you an extremely nervous wreck as well, on edge that something might happen.
- This also made Soonyoung take more time off work to baby you because if anything happened he’d blame himself the most.
- He just wanted to keep this baby so bad
- He always unconsciously has his hand on you belly at all times, especially when you were further into the pregnancy.
- Every time he found you hunched over the toilet bowl, retching your guts out, he’d rub your back and make sure you felt better.
- Horny asshole tried to keep it in his pants as much as possible but you tried it once and boy was it an experience for the both of you.
- Cried at the first ultrasound
- Carries the photo in his wallet
- Constantly shoves it in Wonwoo’s face whenever he gets the chance to
- “Look at their teeny hands”
- “Soonyoung shut up, I’ve seen that like seventeen times,”
- “I KNOW, but that’s my little bean you’re looking at.”
- Comes up with the cutest motherfluffing nicknames for the baby
- Bean, star, tiger
- He accidentally called them beanie once and then started laughing because he thought of wonwoo
- Goes along for birthing classes because he thinks they’re really cool.
- *starts imitating breathing exercises* isn’t this what you’ll have to do during labour
- You want to punch him but can’t because he looks so adorable with his puffed up cheeks and squinty eyes
- YOU BET he wants to know the gender as soon (young) as possible.
- You guys have a gender reveal party cos why not?
- Any excuse to gather all the guys in one room, is a valid excuse for a get together
- Even though they’ll be extremely rowdy and extra
- Cheol, MINGYU and Seungkwan can’t keep their hands off your slowly growing belly
- Seokmin starts doing anything to make you laugh cos he’s highkey scared of you in mood swings because of what he heard from Soonyoung.
- Jeonghan low-key hints that he wants to be like you because he wants to lie around all day too
- You highkey want to slap him cos having constant back aches and feeling uncomfortable 24/7 is not fun
- Joshua is trying to claim the godfather spot
- Chan and Hansol r slightly weirded out by it and would much prefer when the baby can crawl around so that they can play with them
- But chan’s excited cos his favourite Hyung is having a baby and the baby will practically be his niece/nephew
- Jun, Minghao, Jihoon and Wonwoo are so indifferent because they hear about it all the time and are so used to it that they just hold normal conversation with you.
- you and soonyoung already know the gender before revealing the answer to everyone else in the room and it’s
- Soonyoung is already planning everything he’s going to pass on to his son
- Sebongies r shook as they’re going to have a mini sebongie running around
- That night is when you felt the baby’s first kick, at night whilst lying in bed trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in
- You put a sleepy soonyoung’s hand on your belly to feel the baby’s movements and immediately he’s awake when he feels a jolt
- But instead of him feeling in awe with his eyes full of adoration like you are, he looks worried.
- “Doesn’t that hurt?”
- And you almost burst into tears because holy shit does this boy care about you
- “It does a little,” you admit. “But if you rub it, it’ll feel better.”
- Tbh you only said that because you LOVE his belly rubs
- And his hand stayed there the whole night
- You guys go baby shopping together one weekend and suddenly he becomes the fashion advisor of your son.
- Picks out the cutest dungarees and even a matching beret (sorry not sorry) for him
- He sees the baby carriers and prams and drags you there, immediately begging to get the coolest one there
- You oblige but only because you can’t say no to him
- There was one night after you binged ate a bunch of unhealthy snacks, you felt incredibly insecure about all the weight you gained and refused to change in front of him, even though you usually weren’t self conscious around him.
- He immediately noticed as you stared yourself down in the mirror, and backhugged you. Whispering all the things he loved about your body.
- “And I especially love, the fact that you’re carrying my son in there.” He mumbles holding your tummy in his hands.
- Istg this boi
- He will always without a doubt get you the food you’re craving, you don’t even have to say it and he’s already on it.
- He’s basically the sweetest.
- Talks to your belly so so much, about anything and everything. You pretend to sleep just to hear him promise to give the world to your son, sometimes bringing tears to your eyes and exposing yourself
- “JAGI that was only meant for him to hear!”
- Remember when I said you were always on edge for something to happen
- Well something did happen
- You woke up in the middle of the night feeling slightly crampy and crappy, adjusting your legs slight, you felt something wet between them
- You bit your lip hoping for the best but when you turned on your bedside lamp , you saw that your fingers were slightly stained red and so were your sheets
- Panicked, you shook soonyoung awake, speaking in a hushed tone.
- “Soonyoung, I’m bleeding.”
- His eyes shot open, terrified, like his worst fear was coming through
- He helped you to car as much as he could, hastily driving to the hospital where he frantically tried to get medical attention for you.
- The doctor delivered the news, the baby was healthy and alive but you had placenta previa ( where the placenta is blocking the cervix ) causing the slight bleeding
- Bad news was that you most likely wouldn’t be able to deliver naturally and would probably have a caesarean. Which was fine with soonyoung because he just wanted a healthy baby but hard on you because you’d heard about the magical birth stories and wanted one like that
- You were kept in the hospital overnight so that they could monitor you, and on full bed rest now which dampened your mood even further.
- “So no more sex for now, eh?” He joked, trying to lighten the mood.
- But you just turned away from him and shut your eyes so you wouldn’t have to think anymore
- So you spent the whole night sleeping on the bed alone while he squeezed himself on the couch in the room
- When the time came for you to be discharged, he grabbed your hand quietly and led you back to the car where he drove back home in silence.
- After getting back home, you shut yourself in your room and cried into the pillow. He tried coaxing you out but to no avail, he only saw your face during meal times.
- He got advice from Jun to just give you some space, and that’s exactly what he did, only talking to you when necessary.
- It created a rift in your relationship, some nights with him just sleeping in the half built nursery cos he couldn’t bare to be on the same bed but not be able to cuddle you.
- It was a week after where he couldn’t take it anymore, venting out his frustrations on Chan during dance lessons earlier that day.
- He didn’t deserve to get yelled at but Soonyoung couldn’t help it
- Not talking to his closed off wife was killing him.
- He stomped home, flinging the door open.
- “Why the fuck are we not talking about this?” He yelled
- Which probably wasn’t the best way to address the elephant in the room.
- You were sitting on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through the tv channels, spaced out
- You jumped when you were abruptly snapped out of your thoughts by a vehement soonyoung.
- “About what,” you cowered in slight fear.
- His features softened as he saw the scared look on your face.
- “Everything? You? Me? Our Son? You’re supposed to be able to talk to me y/n, not push me away.”
- “It’s only this once, jagi…”
- “That’s not true and you know it. You were doing it when we weren’t able to conceive.”
- “That’s because I’M AFRAID!”
- He kneels down, pulling on bunches of his black hair.
- “I know you’re upset about everything that’s been thrown our way, and you have every right to blame me because it was my idea in the first place. But please, don’t block me out.”
- You start weeping, wailing and shrieking about everything that’s happened so far and he just envelops you, calming you down and stroking you hair.
- “It’s going to be okay.”
- The both of you fell asleep on the couch, soonyoung hugging you close, never wanting to lose this feeling again.
- he starts making sure he spends more and more time with you at home, making chan, Minghao and Jun to take some of his classes for him, even asking jihoon to pitch in from time to time.
- When he really couldn’t be at home, he makes wonwoo go over and hang out with you just because he can’t trust you to make sure you were only doing light work.
- And wonwoo is so chill about everything
- Drops random facts about pregnancy
- “Soonyoung made me read that for him”
- Finally finishes the nursery in time for the doctors appointment that will decide the birth of the baby.
- Unfortunately, the placenta was still stubbornly over your cervix, so an elective caesarean was necessary.
- Soonyoung held you for the rest of the day, whether it be around your waist, or a full on embrace, consoling your sobs and kissing you on your cheeks or mouth, murmuring about how strong you were.
- It got a bit insufferable seeing him every hour of every day and he tried giving you space for you to breathe, but he couldn’t help pampering you and doting on his son.
- You couldn’t even put your two feet on the ground for 30 seconds before he started complaining.
- When your first contractions started, you freaked out because your c-section wasn’t scheduled until next week.
- You screamed for soonyoung and in an instant he was there.
- The cramping started again and you cried out, clutching on to your belly, some blood trickling down your leg
- “It hurts so bad. I think I’m in Labour, jagi help.”
- Soonyoung who had been briefed beforehand, when the doctor pulled him aside, instantaneously picked you up in his arms without a word and carried you to the car.
- He continuously checked on you as he once again hurriedly drove to the hospital, your eyes squinted shut, face contorted into one of pain
- He wished that he had every power in the world to alleviate the pain but this was one of those times where he was completely helpless in the situation.
- He had informed your consultant before he got into the car about the situation and she was already waiting there for your arrival.
- They whisked you away in a wheelchair and shoved some scrubs into Soonyoung’s hands, ushering him to go and change.
- You wished soonyoung was there to help you get your spinal block but you couldn’t complain as it relieved your pain immediately.
- It wasn’t until you were being prepped for surgery did you finally see him push his way through the doors and rush to your side.
- He looked so ridiculous wearing those medical garments that you wanted to laugh.
- The laugh was muffled though, due to oxygen mask over your mouth
- The corners of his eyes crinkled as he saw you giggling at him
- Hoshi tried not to reveal his inner feelings as to not scare you even more, he knew that the caesarean was a major surgery that came with complications that could occur
- He just let his excitement to see his son override the rest of his emotions
- He grabbed your hand began talking to you non stop as a distraction as they were about to begin the incision.
- He asked if you were okay when you instinctively scrunched up your face
- “It just felt weird that’s all.”
- You dared him to look over the curtain and he immediately paled and sat back down, gripping your hand with two hands now
- He’s pretty sure he saw one of your organs, yikes.
- The both of you definitely cried when the baby first cried.
- You both saw him and knew you couldn’t love anything else more than him in this entire world.
- Tears in your eyes, you looked at soonyoung and smiled, mouthing “he’s finally here.”
- Soonyoung got to hold him first, while you were still being sewed up and in recovery.
- You requested for skin to skin contact much to his dismay, so he had to embarrassedly take off his shirt in front of a giggling nurse, before holding his son close to his chest.
- He felt the warmth blooming inside of him and protective instincts immediately coming into play as he cradled his son.
- He fell asleep with his son on his chest.
- Isn’t that the fucking cutest thing you could ever imagine
- Half an hour later, you were wheeled in and almost burst into tears again, seeing your husband cuddling with your son.
- You stared at them lovingly, observing the rise and fall of Soonyoung’s chest as he rested.
- He slowly awoke, a few minutes after you were in the room and smiled sleepily at you.
- “He’s perfect.”
- He was reluctant to let go of his son but he knew he couldn’t say no to you so he passed the baby over to you and watched you with absolute adoration on his features
- You were a natural.
- He supported your back as you held your son, smiling excessively as you cooed and brushed your fingers against the baby’s cheek.
- It wasn’t until evening that visitors started streaming in slowly, your parents, your in-laws (who came bearing food) and finally the Seventeen boys who had to be shushed several times by nurses passing by.
- They basically played pass the parcel with the baby boy as he travelled from one uncle to the other
- “I can’t believe hoshi’s the first one out of all of us to have a child.”
- Seungcheol announces to everyone in the room
- “I’m taking no offence to that.”
- There was a point where no one could stop the baby from crying except for Chan, who pacified him so easily it was like he was born to do it.
- Seungkwan , Jisoo and Mingyu couldn’t stop cooing over him
- And Minghao was just constantly complaining that when the baby was to go to the studio, they would be the ones to hear annoying crying all day.
- When all the sebongies filtered out of the room, Jihoon leaving last, and the baby was wheeled off to the nursery was when soonyoung squeezed himself into the hospital bed
- You leaned on his shoulder and fell asleep, knowing that you’d made the right decision in starting a family with him

Bonus round (cos this thing was wayyy more angsty than I planned):
- after your scar is healed, soonyoung loves kissing it and your stretch marks, constantly mentioning how proud he is of you.
- Him fumbling with feeding the baby for the first time because he didn’t want to drop the child
- Him immediately wanting another one when your child begins to struggle out of his grasps because he misses cuddling a little baby
- but you’re like “hold your horses, cowboy!”
- Him snuggling with his son more than you and you get jealous but the sight is so cute that you can’t complain
- Just an overall fluffy as hell dad.

A Cold Awakening: Ch 23/25

Notes: Hi all, here with anotha one. Once again, banner made by the lovely and kind @shady-swan-jones Thank you for the support and kind words, it motivates me more than I can say. I never thought I would have the courage to publish anything I had written so to hear feedback is incredible and I’m forever grateful. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter and the last 2 after that! 

The whole thing can be read on AO3 or ffnet

Summary: Modern crime AU. Twenty years have gone by since Storybrooke was shaken to the core by a gruesome crime that went unsolved. Sheriff David Nolan and his partner, daughter Emma are forced to revisit the crime. At the same time, Killian Jones and his older brother Liam have been drawn back to the town they had longed to never see again, struggling to find their own answers.
As taunting notes and clues show up they are taken on a journey to finally bring justice for the Jones family. And Emma Nolan finds herself caught in a situation more dangerous than she could have ever imagined.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, all rights to OUAT

Rating: M

Word Count: ~9200

Emma knew what was coming. When her father called her Thursday morning to ask if it was okay for him to stop by, she knew it had to be serious. Normally if he wanted to drop by he would just show up. Which was why she was now, sitting across from David at her kitchen table, moments after Killian had left and she was nervous. Most of the windows were open, and it was late afternoon but the sun wasn’t too hot. A nice breeze rustled the curtains and Emma tucked her legs up underneath her in the chair.

Her hands rested around the warm coffee mug, steam rolling off the top. Emma had set out a plate of strawberry poptarts because wasn’t that what adults did?

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Frostbite Pt 2

A/N: thank you guys so much for the love and support on the first part of this series!!! i was so happy to hear from y’all and that you guys are excited for what was to come (freaking so am i!!!) i hope you guys like this part too, and i will definitely try to make these longer! thank you for all the suggestions! - mo 

Pairing: Reader x Taeyong

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings/Genre: angst, swearing, 

Pt. 1    Pt. 2 

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