wow i really hope this looks nice

But I Love You

Peter Parker x Reader

Request:  Hey do you think that you can write a peter Parker x reader where the reader and peter are friends and goes under some anesthesia after some sort of surgery. After the surgery peter say some really fluffy things to the reader while she records it. (anon)

really hope you liked the request

tags: @parkerbpete @rosaetum @ladysnowren @lunastarwatcher

word count: 2,739 (i can’t seem to write short fics)

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

“You sure you’re not in any pain Peter? I can always go get the nurse if you want,” your voice filled with worry as your best friend was getting prepped for his cast for his broken arm.

“No, I’m fine (Y/N), I can feel it working. My arm doesn’t even hurt that much,” trying to calm you down.

“You sure?” still wanting to make sure he was ok.

Peter nodded, squeezing your hand slowly calming you down. You both waited till the nurse would roll you into the room where they would take x rays and apply his cast.

“Are you sure you don’t want Aunt May in here instead?” your hand interlacing with his.

“No, don’t think she would be able to handle this,” trying his hardest to not show how much of an effect your touch was having on him.

Peter was starting to think that maybe Ned would have been a better choice, because he couldn’t he wasn’t sure he could trust himself once the anesthesia kicks in. He’s seen the videos of people admitting some personal secrets, and last thing he wanted was to admit his love for you, since he wasn’t sure it would cause problems between you two.

You and Peter had been best friends since 6th grade, somewhere along the way you had stolen his heart, but this point he would have willingly given it to you. Simple touches made his face heat up, warm smiles made his breath stop; you holding his hand made his heart explode, everything about you just sent his body on overdrive.

“Thanks (y/n),” you don’t know how much you mean to me. That’s what he wanted to admit but he doubted that he ever could, because he would be sure to get tongue tied in the process.

“I’d do anything for you Peter,” your smile lightening up your face that instantly made his heart pound against his chest.  

It had to be illegal to be that adorable, and what’s worse is you had no clue how much of an effect you had on him. He could hear Ned’s voice in the back of his head, telling him to admit his feelings for you. He would always refuse stating that he needed to find the right moment to tell you.

“(y/n), there’s something that I should tell you…,” feeling like this was the best moment to tell you.

You nodded, seeing a slight change in his attitude.


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  • Ruby: Happy Birthday Yang! Here open your present! It's not much but I hope you like it.
  • Yang: Aww, thanks Rubes! Ooooh, a beauty hamper! I love it. Mmmmm that body wash smells nice. I'll have to try it out later.
  • Weiss: Happy Birthday. I saw you eyeing these in the store the other week.
  • Yang: Ooooh, what could it be? Oh wow! Weiss, you're the best! These boots will look so good with the outfit Coco got for me.
  • Blake: Happy Birthday Yang, this is a really special gift and it took me a while to get hold of but I think you'll appreciate it.
  • Yang: Awww Blake, any gift from you is fantas-OH MY GOD IT'S A DEAD BIRD!
  • *Yang sits up abruptly dropping the gift on the floor and out tumbles a bird with black feathers.*
  • Ruby and Weiss: Ewwwww!
  • Blake: It's not a dead bird....It's an unconscious one.
  • *The bird suddenly moves and transforms and the next moment Raven is standing in the room glaring daggers at Blake before awkwardly looking over at Yang.*
  • Raven: Uhhh, surprise!
The Color Of My World // A Stiles Stilinski AU

Prompt: Soulmate AU where for your entire life you’ve only ever seen black and white, until you receive the first touch from your soulmate and color blooms before your very eyes. But, what would you do if you found out your soulmate was the one person your current boyfriend hates the most in this world?

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Theo Raeken x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC/Theo Raeken x OFC

Warnings: Intimate Dancing, Kissing, Swearing, and Future Smut (I gotta build it up first y’all but smut is coming)

Song: Flaslight by Jessie J (Cover by Leroy Sánchez)

Word Count: 3,157

A/N: Y’all this was a long time coming. This series is so incredibly important to me, it took me months on end to write. This is without a doubt my favorite story I have written so far and has become my baby. Special thanks to @sarcasticallystilinski for reading it over and supporting me! I really hope you guys love this as much as I do.

P.s. All of the songs will be in Stiles’ POV and, Oh My God, I highly recommend you listen to them after every part to know what’s going on in his mind throughout the story. 

Love, Soulmates and Colors are the three words I despise the most in this world. They ring in my ears like sharp nails scratching against a dry chalkboard and, yet, it seems to be all everyone ever talks about.

“When will I find my soulmate?”

“All I ever see is black and white, I hope one day I’ll meet her and see color.”

“Wait, what do you mean you’re only seeing blue?”

Everyone on this God forsaken planet can only see the dull shades of black and white. However, rumor has it, that that completely changes when you meet your soulmate - as if that bullshit actually exists. Apparently, the moment your skin touches theirs, your entire world becomes vibrant with color and life.

I don’t believe it for one second. Not because I’m bitter or anything, but because I’ve never actually met anyone who can see in color and, therefore, I don’t believe that possibility exists. What would a world full of color even look like? I’m so used to the reality of black and white that the idea of shades other than these two seem so foreign and impossible.

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Underrated* but extremely good shots of Yuuri from episode one:

Looking at episode one again, it just is so clear how depressed this sweet boy is in it. Precious Yuuri. Even his eyes just… look sad? 

This is his portrait from the JSF website! It’s a nice shot, but he looks kind of worried in it. I hope he has it replaced with a happier looking one at some point. Sheesh Yuuri, babe. 

I just love the art in this scene? The shadowing is fantastic. Great animation wow!!

Precious and in need of so, so many hugs.

WHY have they not released a high quality version of this poster?? I WANT IT ON MY WALL.

Gorgeous boy. The amount of emotion in this skate is just… wow.



He just looks like he needs life breathed back into him?? He’s trying, he really is. And you KNOW he can do it, but he is… so tired. 

Takeshi: Yuuri you are an adorable ass man, even I can’t deny that shit. 

Sweetest smile.

Working out, looking cute, contemplating things.

I like how Yuuri’s eyes are almost this russet red brown instead of a straight brown. It’s a neat detail. 

Maybe my 8,000 Victor posters will have the answer…

When ur banquet crush is doing ur program and looking sexy AF

Yuuri’s pants legit look like they’re about to fall down here. I’m laughing. But I mean, there’s a naked Russian in the hot spring so I doubt he notices anything like that. 

*again: all shots of Yuuri are underrated because it’s not possible to appreciate him enough.


Pairing - Tattoo!Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Prompt - Tattoo Shop

Summary - You’re dying to get your first tattoo but your anxiety has other plans. Could your new neighbor be the answer to all your problems?

Warnings - n/a, just adorable fluff, y’all should be used to that by now!

Word Count - 3483

Notes - Created for @bionic-buckyb AU writing challenge! Congrats on 5K Kait!
I’ve got lots of thank yous to hand out:  To @angryschnauzer for creating this amazing tattoo!Bucky moodboard for me, to @the-witching-hours12-3 for all of her help with my tattoo questions because I am clueless, to @dianelogan for always encouraging me and reading my stuff, to @bucky-plums-barnes for creating punk edits of Seb (links to originals HERE and HERE) that I stumbled upon and happily used for inspiration, and to the slo-mo tattoo video from Smarter Every Day for helping me visualize some very important details.

My Masterlist

“I don’t think I can do this…” No way were you gonna be able to hide the nervousness in your voice, especially not from your best friend.

“Come on, (Y/N). You’ve been talking about getting a tattoo for ages, now is the time! I promised you a birthday surprise and this is it. I’m paying for the tattoo AND I’m here for moral support, you can totally do this.” Nat was practically dragging you down the street as you began to feel more and more anxious about what was about to happen.

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" Wow you're hot " [e.h x reader hc]

This was requested!

- you would just be waiting for Evan at your locker to walk home together, like always, and he would be a little late so you just blow your hair out of your face and pout a little when you see him coming.

-he’s “so so sorry and the English teacher held him up and he’s really sorry.”

-you just giggle at him bc what a dork.

-you walk outside and it’s a little chilly when the autumn air hit you, so you just hugged your sweatshirt a little tighter and hoped the wind wouldn’t make your hair too much of a mess.

-he would be staring at you almost unapologetically bc you looked so pretty with your windblown hair and a small pout on your, slightly chapped, lips.

-you would catch him staring and ignored it first but now you got a little self-conscious….

- “Evan, why are you staring at me? Is something wrong? Is there something in my face, because if there is you have to tell-”

“No! No, it’s just like- just like wow, you’re hot.”

-your eyes would widen and so would his bc be really just said that to you.

-your cheeks would be pink but hoped they already were bc of the cold air.

- “I- I mean you look really, uh, nice! And your hair is really pretty, and it looks super- like super soft?” He would talk almost too fast for you to understand him and he’s just so embarrassed.

- “thank you.” And your would grab his cold hand and intertwine your fingers. (that would shut him up and almost cause him to faint)

- “you’re welcome? I mean I shouldn’t have phrased it like that… I mean, you’re really pretty! But hot just sounded so vulgar and then I probably came off as a creep and I’m so sorry!”

- “Evan?”


“Shut up.” And you would kiss his cheek.

- he almost fainted again.

-the whole walk back he was SWOONING bc ohmygod a nice, pretty girl kissed him on the cheek??? And was holding his hand??? What do I do?? Is my hand sweaty???

- he’s so confused?? And you would lean your head on his shoulder a little when you got too cold and he would just love it so much? The scent of your shampoo and warmth you brought was so adorable??

-he’s so in love it hurts ; and you are too.

The First Time They See You/First Time Meeting


(Y/N): Excuse me!

*turns to see you running over to him*

(Y/N): You dropped this

*he smiles and stares at you, taking in your beauty*

*realising he’s staring, he finally snaps out of it*

Suho: Th-thank you… *shy*

*you smile then walk away*

Suho: She’s so pretty

Originally posted by qrishan


*sees you walking down the street*

D.O: There’s the girl I was telling you about!

Kai: Where?

D.O: Over there. She’s so pretty I can’t even speak to her

Kai: Wait, the one with the black jacket? Shit, she’s coming this way. Act cool

*you’re just about to walk past them when Kai nudges D.O*

D.O: H-hi

Kai: *facepalms*

(Y/N): *smiles* Hey

*D.O watches in awe as you continue to walk away before turning to Kai*

D.O: Did you hear her voice? It’s beautiful

Originally posted by jongin-fucks-kyungsoo


He knows that the company have a strict ‘no dating’ rule so can’t make a move so instead every time he sees you at work in the mornings he would just simply watch your every move, taking in your beauty. Every time he looks at you it’s like he’s seeing you for the first time again

Originally posted by 12fools


You catch him staring at you so smile lightly and wave. He waves back and tries to speak but suddenly only remembers Chinese

Lay: *shit why can’t I remember the language??*

*bows his head in shame and embarrassment*

Originally posted by justforluhan


*He accidently spills his drink on you*

Kai: Oh no! I’m so sorry!

(Y/N): Oh it’s fine. Seriously, it’s just an old shirt. I have plenty of others at home

Kai: Oh. Good. Well, err… I’m sorry again um..?

(Y/N): (Y/N)

Kai: *smiles* Kai

(Y/N): Well I’ll see you around

*after you walk off he can’t help but smile and blush to himself like a little kid with a crush*

Kai: I hope so

Originally posted by j-jennie


*Sees you in the distance talking to Chanyeol*

Chen: *Wow. How could anyone be that beautiful?*

Baekhyun: Why don’t you just talk to her already? She’s really nice, she won’t bite

Chen: *looks at you again and gulps, shaking his head* I can’t. I’m too shy. Maybe another time

*You never leave his mind*

Originally posted by exoxoolf


When he sees you for the first time he is too shy to say anything so just looks at you every now and then with a coy smile on his face

*just talk to her! god why am I so afraid??*

Originally posted by drawien


*You are facetiming Chen when Chanyeol comes in. He can’t take his eyes off of you*

Chanyeol: I, err… H-hi… *wow, she’s gorgeous*

Originally posted by kiimjongbae


He would stare at you the whole time you’re there in the same room, smiling embarrassed when you catch him mid act

Sehun: Stop drooling over (Y/N), Baekhyun

Baekhyun: What? I’m not even looking at her! *stares at you some more*

Originally posted by baeksilisk

Safe House

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

Trope-Tastic: Steve Rogers + 1. There’s only one bed.

Practically falling through the front door, you breathed a sigh of relief. Steve was on your heels and together you enter the safe house, utterly exhausted.

You and Steve had been sent on a mission to a Hydra base in the Alps. When things went drastically south, you flew the quinjet as close as you could without being tracked and walked the last ten miles to the safe house,  a small cottage on the outskirts of a little rural Italian village.

Things were complicated by the fact that you had taken a bullet to the thigh back at the base. Steve had his fair share of cuts and scrapes, but being a supersoldier made it a little easier for him to push through. He had tried to offer his help for the first few miles, but you were far too stubborn.

By the time you were about halfway there you started to fall, Steve wrapping his arms around you before you hit the ground. He carefully picked you up and began carrying you.

“I’ve got you,” He had said, somehow managing to walk faster.

“Sorry…” You had replied, hating to be weak, hating to have to rely on others.

“Just don’t die on me, okay Y/N?” Steve had reassured, a small smile peeking through the concern on his face.

Then there you were, thankful beyond reason to have reached the safe space. After closing the front door behind you, Steve scooped you up once again and laid you down onto a nearby sofa. Somehow finding even more energy, he was off in search of medical supplies.

Your kind companion returned in record time, apologetic for what was about to happen. You merely gritted your teeth and prepared as he swiped antiseptic over the wound. You were in too much pain to care when he had to rip the leg off of your mission suit. The next few moments were filled with screams and pain, but by the end, the bullet was out, and you were stitched up.

“Thank you,” You breathed, wiping the sweat from your forehead.

Steve just nodded, fixing you with a shy smile that made your heart flutter. When he started to tend to his own injuries, you swatted his hand aside and took over. It was the least you could do after he had freaking carried you for six miles.

“You’re going to need to take off your shirt…” You said, trying not to blush at the request. He had a large gash reaching from his collarbone almost all the way down his pectoral.

Steve looked a little sheepish, but complied, pulling the red white and blue material over his head. Having been friends since he came out of the ice, you’d seen him shirtless before, of course. You had to patch him up during other missions, and the training room got really hot….but the sight still made you feel like you couldn’t catch your breath.

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Picture Perfect - Tye Dillinger x Reader

Summary:- You and Tye have been trying for a baby for months, to no success. After one night of passion when you go to surprise him, you fall pregnant. You want to find the best way to tell Tye, and his reaction is out of this world. 

Warnings:- Fluff, Swearing i think?

Word Count:- 1,275

Request by @megaperfect10


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Yuuri’s skating outfit is so great? He looks so amazing. Wow the most handsome boy. I’m hoping for lots of fanart of him in this ahhhh. 

VICTOR is cracking me up his ascot is so huge. It’s like his ascot is wearing an ascot is wearing an ascot. Yurio’s outfit is really nice too, but he looks sort of like he’s going help how do I pose with this flower.

I’m so here for Yuuri randomly having a huge bouquet of flowers in the second image. Gee I wonder who gave those to him. 

(I love this Lawson collab okay.)

jikook fic recs: cheer up, baby

 a compilation of fun, lighthearted fics that will instantly make you feel better

well. this is awkward. by calicocoa

“It’s- That’s cool- I mean. Uh… I shower, too. Most days. Not, um. Not every day because I- I read that it’s not good for your hair. To shower every day. So…” Jeongguk officially wants to die- Why is his mouth still moving? “I guess I could get a shower cap and then, uh, I would be able to do it- Shower! Not, like, it. Not that I don’t wanna have sex in a shower! I’m down for… um… anything. Are… you?”

blow me like your french horn by ohdizzy

So Jeongguk’s probably overreacting. Like, Jimin probably calls all his friends, acquaintances, colleagues, fuck, probably even his professors’ babe.

Taehyung? Babe.

Hoseok hyung? Babe.

The guy who gives tours of their university? Babe.

Their seventy year old, balding conductor? Babe.

you make my life colorful (i think you’re magical, i think you’re wonderful) by sunkissedyoongi

“so”, he swallowed, “so, what? you think that since you’re new to the neighbourhood, that you can go around pretending to be people’s mothers? hm?” okay, maybe he wasn’t thinking before speaking.

you don’t bring me flour by superbroc

“But it is mine!” Jimin argued, although the look on Jungkook’s face stayed the same; a mix of confusion and horror. “Like, I’m not even supposed to be calling it a sack of flour.”

“What are you supposed to be calling it then?”

“My child.”


do you ever wonder [if the stars shine for you] by wontaek

“Jungkook, oh my god, you… You just- you just went head first for his dick, couldn’t wait another second, or something? Oh my fucking god, Jeon Jungkook. Professional at giving head. I’m, I’m-” Yoongi choked on his sentence and he hiccuped, while Jungkook considered killing him before he managed to choke because fuck you, Min Yoongi. 

be careful what you order by thecityofgold

Jungkook tried to smile back, but it felt more like a grimace on his face. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“Um, hmm, maybe your number?”

He placed his finger over the size button on the screen. “Sure, what size would you like?”

you read me like a book by dyegu

“—You just happened to find me three days in a row?” Jungkook interrupted, eliminating the new space Jimin had put between them.

“I, uh – You were the only tall person—“ Another step back.

“—In the entire library?” Another step forward.

“Y-you were right there,” Jimin corrected himself.

“So you had to ask me?”

“I – You—“

“I what?”

100% success rate by bonnia

“Oh. Yeah, um…” Jungkook rubs at the back of his neck, ducking his head a little to avoid his gaze. Jimin’s eyes are so pretty, they make it kind of hard to think. Or be a person in general. It’s kind of unfair. “I just wanted to ask… if you were coming to the game this Friday?”

Jimin blinks. “Of course? I mean, I’m on the cheer squad. So, I’m always at the games.”

Fuck. Okay. That was really stupid. Jimin probably thinks he’s an idiot now. Or at least, socially inept. And he wouldn’t be wrong.

love kinda bites (but i’ll bite back) by cygnus (lucid_wisteria)

“Still a kid to me.” Yoongi muttered, and sighed, “Look, it’s half past twelve and I want to get out of this hellhole just as much as you do, so get your mopey ass up and maybe search for them or some shit instead of staring at the wall. Meanwhile, I’ll call the cab.”

“But what if–” Jungkook leaned forward, lowering his voice to a harsh whisper as though they were establishing a conspiracy, “they’re inserting coins into someone’s lottery?”

Yoongi deadpanned, “What.”

fool for you by bottomkook

“What?” Jungkook gasps. He looks back at Jimin, who nods. “I’m–I’m your husband? Holy shit–”

“Yeah, baby. We’re married.”

“Oh my god. Baby. Wow. I hope I’m really nice to you.”

Title: Eleven Nights with Achilles
Author: xmzame
Artist: izulkowa
Rating: Teen
Pairings: Dean/Cas (minor Sam/Jess, Charlie/Dorothy)
Warnings: Alternate Universe, Fluff, Minor Angst, Cats, Teacher!Cas, Moving in, Dean’s POV, Castiel’s POV
Posting Date: 10/3/2017

Summary:  Dean isn’t the best with cats, but when he’s asked to catsit for Sam and Jess while they’re away for their honeymoon, he doesn’t expect much to happen in a short period of time. He also doesn’t expect to face the ridiculously good looking neighbour across the hall and his own inability to ask him out.

- - -

“Wow,” Dean utters, continuing to stare around the apartment. “I really need to get to know you better.”

Castiel smiles, taking a cereal box out of the bag. “I hope my apartment is not the only reason you want to get to know me.”

Dean looks back to him quickly. “No. No, no, no, of course not. I mean, you have a window seat, for crying out loud.” He gets distracted by the lovely setting of the kitchen, simple with cabinets underneath and over.

“It’d be nice to read there, yes,” Castiel remarks, taking out three more contents of his bag.

“Sorry,” Dean apologizes, turning back to the groceries. “It’s just- this place is great, I wonder why no one bought it earlier.”

“Maybe because the previous owner was stabbed to death here,” he announces casually.

Dean widens his eyes. “What?”

Castiel only shrugs.

“You’re not even a little spooked by that?” Dean questions.

“I can’t find a reason to be afraid of ghosts, Dean,” Castiel says, looking into his empty bag. He pauses for a moment and sighs. “I forgot the milk again.”

“Not to scare you or anything, but- have you never heard of vengeful spirits?”

“Spirits who are vengeful, yes,” Castiel remarks.

Dean stares at him for longer and lightly chuckles as he takes the pasta and a can of tuna from the bag.

“What’s so funny?” Castiel asks.

Dean shakes his head. “Nothing, nothing. Just uh-” His attention is quickly caught by a sudden presence, a shuffling noise behind the cabinets. Dean steps back from whatever it is and snaps his head to Castiel’s direction. “Did you hear that?”

“If you’re trying to scare me, that’s not very funny,” Castiel says, looking around the room carefully.

“No, I’m serious. I swear I heard something,” Dean affirms. He looks back to the cabinets as something shuffles behind it again.

Castiel follows his gaze and quickly turns his focus back to Dean with a look of realization on his face. “Oh- my apologies. That’s probably Audrey. I forget she does this sometimes,” he addresses, pacing towards the cabinet and peeps at what’s behind it.


“My cat,” Castiel clarifies, momentarily glancing at Dean. He makes a clicking noise with his tongue and reaches a hand out while bending his body forwards.
Within a couple of seconds, a small cat with a thick bluish-grey coat appears, nuzzling her head into Castiel’s palm. Her cheeks are a little chubby and she has a mouth that makes her look like she’s smiling all the time.

“She’s slightly wary of strangers at first, but once you treat her nicely she’ll trust you,” Castiel states. He crouches down to her and scratches her chin gently.

Dean isn’t used to being around cats other than Achilles, but he’s pretty sure Castiel’s hinting at him to pet Audrey, judging by the way he lifts his head at Dean and smiles.

Do it for the cute guy, Dean tells himself.

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belated birthday ficlet for @nicaforov​, who requested “i want to kiss you” for kic-verse viktuuri :) hope u like it i lov u long time!!! 

There are several things Victor could have said.

He could have said, “That color suits you.”

Or perhaps something that makes conversation, something like, “Nice, what will you wear with that?”

Or maybe even just, “You look really good, wow, amazing,” and he could have left it at that.

Victor has several options here, but the one he chooses is apparently the big red button in the corner of his mind labelled ‘DO NOT TOUCH—PRESS FOR REGRETS’ because here he is, reaching up to skim the back of his knuckle against the freshly applied lipstick on Yuuri’s mouth and blurting out,

“I want to kiss you.”

Yuuri freezes. Victor’s mind short-circuits.

(From the corner of his eye, he can see a pair of interns entering the HMC closet and then immediately exiting when the words leave his mouth.)

No one moves for so long that the motion detector sensors prompt the lights to turn off, plunging them in darkness and surrounding them in shapeless racks of clothing.

And that’s, well. That does it for Victor. His hand jerks erratically, flying to the scarf around his neck as if to readjust it, as if it weren’t hanging perfectly already. The lights turn on, and Victor gets a quick glimpse of Yuuri staring at him with wide eyes and parted lips—full, dripping red, utterly kissable, completely untouchable—before he screws his eyes shut.

Darkness again, so that maybe Yuuri can leave before he continues to make a fool of himself.

Breathing through his nose, he counts a full three Mississippi’s before saying quietly, “Please excuse my words. They were hardly appropriate, and I understand if you’d prefer to take your leave for the rest of the day, or the week, even, and you’d be fully compensated for—“

He cuts himself off when he feels something soft brush against his lips.

This time, he’s quick to react. He presses forward, pushing their mouths together again. And again. He cups Yuuri’s jaw, traces a thumb back and forth on his jawline. A hand slips into his hair and pulls, not that hard but enough to make him gasp a bit, and then a tongue is slipping into his mouth.

Victor’s not sure if his mind has short-circuited again, or if maybe it never recovered from earlier. All he knows, all he feels, is Yuuri—licking into his mouth, pushing him against the shelf of handbags behind him, slipping a hand underneath his shirt to press hotly on the muscle of his abdomen.

There are small details, too, that he registers faintly. Like the sound of a tube of lipstick dropping to the floor and rolling away, and how Yuuri tastes like coffee but smells like tea, and also how he’s relieved microfiber doesn’t wrinkle.

He says that last part out loud probably, while Yuuri has ducked down to mouth at his neck, because suddenly Yuuri’s pulling away to give him a look of utter disbelief. His lips are wet, lightly bruised from kissing, and covered in a messy smear of Dior Rouge around his mouth.

Victor’s sure he looks the same, but he laughs anyway. “You look incredible.”

Yuuri blushes, but his mouth twitches. Victor wants to paint him in every shade of red imaginable.  “You have never looked better,” he says, smiling and serious.


Art Spotlight: Art for Angeii_K’s fic : The Game Changer, by @supernana494

I clicked on this immediately when I saw it on Twitter because I was so struck at how good the manip was (thIS FAMILY OF BASEBALL NERDS I LOVE) and then I saw the baseball cards!! What an awesome concept and so skillfully done omg, wonderful work and thank you for sharing it with us! Awesome! The baseball cards are ridiculously cool… I love the manip with the team jerseys… The way it’s done like a poster with the tape… The field background… The style you chose for the text… All of this is amazing. The somewhat faded colors for the cards is a really nice touch to make them look like real baseball cards. All of the little details are really just fantastic. This art is fucking INSANE!! I hope you have a happy and lucrative career in graphic design or a similar field because you are *crazy* talented! This made me pause and go back and just stare and wish I had your ball cards and cover art. :)Seriously, wow. I can’t say enough good things! <3 wow omg this is such an amazing concept! i love how thoroughly you went into making them– i imagine putting together all the little details had to be painstaking work, but the result is so cohesive and beautiful and actually looks effortless. nothing stands out as a manip, everything just flows together in all these graphics. you’re very talented!! <3

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Music to My Eyes (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I rreaallyy like this one so thanks anon for requesting it! I thought it was such a cute idea! I have two more requests after this imagine and then I will have my requests open! PS I’m not sure why this imagine is so spaced out. I’m posting from my computer and i don’t know why it did that 🙃

Warnings: none

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: the reader is deaf and Spencer learns sign language just to ask her on a date

Requested by: anon

Upcoming Imagine: the reader is short…


Spencer walked into his everyday coffee shop and placed his order.

Nothing was out of the ordinary; the same spot he sat at was open, the same barista was working at the counter.

But something, well someone, new did catch Spencer’s eye.

A beautiful girl with y/h/c hair stood at the counter as she scribbled something on a piece of paper and then handed it to the barista, making the barista smile.

The girl then stood off to the side as she waited for her drink.

When it was ready, Spencer leaned closer to hear her voice, but she didn’t say anything.

Throughout the next few days, Spencer made sure he went to the coffee shop at the same time every day to get another glimpse of the beautiful girl, and every day he had the goal of talking to her but he was way too nervous until one day, that all changed.


You scribbled down the new order you wanted and slid the small piece of paper towards the barista, making her smile.

“Something new every day, huh?” She asked, making you smile and nod.

You have been deaf since you were 13, and throughout the years, you have picked up the skill of reading lips along with speaking, but you weren’t very good at it, so you rather don’t.

One of the days you visited, you decided to stay a little while and read.

As your eyes scanned the words on the pages, you saw someone approach you, so you marked the book and smiled up at them.

The person standing before you was a young man, with messy brown hair and matching eyes.

He looked nervous, but it was hard to be reassuring when a stranger doesn’t know your deaf.

“Hi can I sit here?” He asked as you watched his pink lips move to form the words you could hear with your eyes.

You nodded and smiled before pulling out your notepad and pen.

You quickly wrote down, ‘My name is Y/N. I am deaf so I can’t hear you, but I can read your lips so I know what you are saying. I prefer sign language but not everyone knows it.’

He took the piece of paper with a confused look but when he read it, the confused look exchanged for a curious one.

He looked at you, and you could see him clearing his throat before speaking slowly.

You laughed and took the notepad back and wrote, ‘You don’t need to speak slowly, I can understand you when you speak normal. I’ve been deaf since I was 13 so I got pretty good at reading lips believe me.’

He read it again and his eyebrows raised.

“Thirteen? Wow, I-I’m Spencer Reid. It’s really nice to meet you.” He said.

You smiled and pointed to yourself before putting two fingers up, hoping he gets that your saying ‘me too’.

It’s not sign language but it would make since to someone like him who doesn’t know it.

Spencer’s phone rang and he looked at it briefly before a disappointed look came across his face.

You silently asked what’s wrong by leaning closer to him with a concerned look.

“I have to go to work, I would love to talk with you tomorrow, can we meet here at the same time?” He asked.

You smiled and nodded before flipping the page in your notebook and quickly writing, ‘see you tomorrow’ with a smiley face.

He read it and smiled before waving goodbye.

You watched as his long legs carried him out of the door, leaving you with your thoughts about what his voice must sound like.

You weren’t one to make assumptions, but you like to fantasize that it is calming and sweet.


The next day, you got to the coffee shop a little earlier than usual and you placed a new order, than you did yesterday.

This morning, you put a little more makeup on than you did yesterday, knowing you were going to meet your prince charming again.

You sat at the same table you sat at yesterday and read while you waited for Spencer.

About 10 minutes later, you saw the same boy from yesterday, but his hair looked different.

It looked a little bit shorter.

You started asking him in sign if he got a haircut but then realized he doesn’t know sign so you pulled out your notepad, until you were stopped by his hand on your wrist.

“Wait I got you something.” He said before sitting in his seat across from yours and digging into his messenger bag.

He then pulled out a little white board with 6 different color expo markers and a little eraser.

Your eyes lit up as he displayed the gift to you.

“I figured this would be easier to use than flipping all those pages in your notepad.” He said with a smile.

You leapt across the table and hugged him.

You thanked him in sign language, hoping it was obvious you were thanking him.

He then signed ‘you’re welcome’ with a smile.

Your mouth opened in shock before you signed, ‘do you know sign language?’

He then said, “I’m learning, I’m just a beginner.”

You smiled, knowing he’s learning and it will be easier to talk to him.

You started to pay attention to the gift he bought for you.

You opened the package of markers and took the cap off of the purple marker and wrote, ‘did you get a haircut?’

He read it and smiled. “I did, it was getting a little long.” He responded. “How would I sign your name?” He asked making you smile at how dedicated he was into learning your primary language.

You showed him step by step and he mimicked the gestures perfectly, his long fingers mirroring your smaller ones.

You smiled once he repeated your name all together, making you clap as he did so.

Today, you spent most of your time teaching Spencer sign language.

It wasn’t until you looked at your phone.

You both have been having so much fun, you hadn’t realized nearly 4 hours went by.

You quickly scribbled on the whiteboard after erasing the previous message.

It now read ‘I have to go let my dog out. Can we meet here again tomorrow?’

Spencer nodded. “Of course. I would love that.” He said.

That night, Spencer read 4 books on sign language and by the time the sun was up, he was fluent in sign, thanks to his eidetic memory and speed reading.

He came into the coffee shop running on 3 hours of sleep and was exhausted.

He asked for 4 shots of espresso, hoping that would wake him up.

As soon as he sat down at their table, you walked into the door.

You didn’t even need coffee today, you just needed Spencer.

As you approached him, you noticed something different about him.

His hair was messier than usual and his posture was very weary and tired.

When he saw you, his eyes lit up and he signed ‘Good morning Y/N. How did you sleep?’

A big smile spread across your lips as he signed perfectly to you.

‘Mine was great but now it’s better. How about you?’ you signed back.

‘I slept 3 hours but this coffee should help’ he signed back.

You laughed and it was music to Spencer’s ears.

He has never heard your voice and just the little sound made him feel well rested.

‘You have a beautiful laugh’ he sighed slowly, making you blush.

He then signed, ‘Can I take you to dinner sometime? I love our meets here but I would love to take you to out on a date.’

You nodded quickly before signing, ‘Of course, I thought you would never ask.’


Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

After your little brawl at the house party last week, things were a little shaky for about a hour or so. Kells was really pissed that someone had the balls to say something like that in his house.

But after that things were back to their normal hectic ways.The boys were the boys, they drank, smoked, and skated like usual.

You however had broken out of your usual Netflix schedule.

You had somehow, between constant requests for nudes, managed to meet a really nice guy on Tinder.

His name was Evan and on paper he was the perfect guy for you.

He was only a year older, he was attractive, he had a job and was chasing a career in computer design. He seemed to respect that you were a virgin and seemed to be purely fascinated by it. He asked questions and you answered.

The conversation was easy and you had began to feel comfortable enough to set up a little lunch date.

So you were currently getting dressed, and panicking the whole time.

This shirt is either too conservative or the skirt was too revealing. Maybe a dress? But you cant sit properly in a dress.

You groaned as you flopped on your clothes covered bed, then you saw it.

The perfect outfit. 

A black t-shirt, camouflage design pants and black combat boot styled platforms.

You threw on the outfit and quickly did your makeup, nothing crazy or extravagant, just eye shadow and lipstick. 

You gave yourself one last check in the mirror to make  sure nothing was out of place.

Satisfied with your appearance you left your room and headed downstairs, it was noon, so most of the guys were still sleep.

So you weren’t expecting to see Kells on the couch playing 2K.

‘Hey, where you going all dressed up?’ he asked as he kept playing.

You look around to make sure no one else is awake before you almost giddily sat next to Kells.

‘I’m going on a date.’ you smiled.

Kells paused the game and turned to you fully.

‘Really?’ he asked.

‘Yeah, I met him on Tinder, and he knows that I’m…you know, and he’s totally OK with it.’ you said excitedly.

‘Oh wow, really? I mean that’s awesome, I hope it goes well.’ he said.

‘I’m meeting him for the first time today, at that cute little cafe around the corner, nice and public. Just in case, but I think maybe he might the guy that I can…yeah.’ you blushed.

‘Well I wish you the best of luck, you should head out. Wouldn’t want him waiting.’ Kells said as he went back to his game.

You look at the time and jump up.

‘Oh! You’re right, bye.’ you said as you rushed out the door.

‘Bye.’ he said as you left.

Once you were gone he cut the whole game off and covered his face with both his hands.

‘What the fuck?’ he groaned to himself.

He hated the idea of you going on this date, with some stranger you met online. For all anyone knew this guy could be dangerous, you could walking into something dangerous.

So out of worry he woke up Slim and told him they were about to do some James Bond type shit.

He was only watching out for her, making sure she was safe, that was all. He wasn’t jealous, just concerned for his friend.

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Unrequited Prom Bae-Tae (Taehyung x Reader) (Fluffy Angst) (PROM AU)

I felt like a princess. It was the best and the worst. it was the best because the people at school could finally see that it was possible for me to not look like a slob. It was the worst because the person I really wanted to notice that didn’t, Taehyung. He couldn’t; he was entranced by his gorgeous date. Whatever her name was was wearing a daring pink dress that made my insides feel small. Taheyung looked amazing. His white suit stood out among all others. Then again, I’m being biased because all I see on a regular basis is him. He could be wearing sweats and seeing him walk towards me would make my heart flutter. Of course he was only looking at her, that is until she went to the bathroom. I saw my chance and moved from around my friends so that i was in his sight. He saw me and did that thing with his eyebrows where he raises them and smiles that adorable box smile. “Please come over here, please come over here, please..” I mumble under my breath. The universe hears me and makes his way over to me. I turn and say, “Hey Tae.” 

“It’s Taehyung, Y/N. C’mon, it’s prom be professional.” He says rolling his eyes playfully. 

I feign regret, “Oh my God. I am so sorry. Let me try again. Taehyung, how are you doing on this fine occasion that is prom?”

“I’m doing swell Y/N Y/L/N.” He says keeping up with the banter. “How are you doing this day of right of passage?” 

“I’m doing great. You look nice.”

“Thank you, you look beautiful.” I try not to gush at this compliment, knowing he’s just being the nice guys he is. The compliment was empty.

“I better be. My mom put out like $200 to get me to look like this.”

“Oh, yeah? Anyone special here to appreciate all the hard work. Even though I’m sure it wasn’t hard.” My hearts skips a beat when he says this. He’s so tall I’m still looking up at him in my heals. I bet I’m blushing, even if I am he probably just thinks it’s makeup. “No, did you?” I obviously know he did, I was staring at them for like five minutes. “Yeah, I;m here with my girlfriend.” “Oh cool!” I say. ‘Oh, my heart just shattered’, I think. 

“Yeah, we met at a concert last year.” “Nice, I hope I get to meet her.” What I really want to say is I love you. And then he looks over at the other side of the room and I follow his gaze to her. She’s just come out of the bathroom and is chatting up people she doesn’t even know. Social butterfly, wow!

“Hey, so Y/N, I’ll see you later.” He says brushing past me over to her. I don’t miss the way his face lights up seeing her or the way he walks a little faster than usual to get to her and rap his hand around her waist. I can’t help but look after them, imagining what it would be like if that were my waist his hand were around. If his face lit up at the sound of my voice the way mine does. If he loved me too…




One Fateful Night

This is a request that I got eons ago from the beautiful @prettyepiic! I have to apologize for taking so damn long, but I started this, then sat on it for months! I decide to pick it back up and see if I could do it justice.

This is far from finished, but I want to put feelers out to see if it’s good enough to continue.

No warnings for this chapter, but eventually NSFW

Negan x Reader, Jason Crouse X Reader, John Winchester x Reader

2200 words


What do a high school coach, a disbarred lawyer/ investigator and a hunter of supernatural beings have in common? You might think nothing, and most would agree. Except for one special lady, that brought them together for one spectacular night that none of them will forget.

Keep reading

Meet My Boyfriend

Member: Wonwoo ft. Older Brother DK
Genre: Kind of fluff?
Word count: 1,614

1st month

“Wait, so what’s this guy’s name again?” Seokmin asked.

You sighed, clearly showing your annoyance. “For the tenth time, it’s Wonwoo. Now please, don’t ask him when he comes. You’re just going to look bad.”

Seokmin gasped dramatically. “I’m sorry!” he exclaimed sarcastically, “This ‘Wonwoo’ guy has to work hard not to look bad. I don’t. I’m the judge here.”

You squeezed his shoulder affectionately. “Yes, I know. But you’ll like him, really! He’s such a sweet guy, Seokmin! And I’ve known him for years!”

The doorbell rang just then, indicating that your awaited guest has just arrived. You smiled at your brother and hurried to answer it. Once you swung the door open, you were greeted by the lovely sight of your boyfriend, Wonwoo, dressed in jeans and a nice shirt and holding a beautiful bouquet. With a warm smile, he pressed the flowers into your hand and pecked your cheek.

“Come in, come in! Seokmin is dying to meet you!”

Off in the house you heard a snort.

Rolling your eyes, you closed the door behind Wonwoo and led him to the kitchen. Upon entering, you noticed how Seokmin’s eyes narrowed when he saw the two of you holding hands. Besides that, he smiled at the intruder guest.

“Seokmin, this is Wonwoo,” you started, “Wonwoo, this is my older brother, Seokmin.” Wonwoo instantly shot out his hand to shake Seokmin’s, but he just got a suspicious glance in return. He quickly retracted his hand and gave a small bow instead.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Wonwoo said politely.

“Yeah,” Seokmin replied shortly. The tension in the room was growing quickly, so you decided to end the conversation before it turned for the worse.

“Say, Wonwoo, why don’t we watch some TV? Maybe there’ll be a movie on or something,” you suggested.

Wonwoo nodded and went to the living room.

“Why are you dating him?” Seokmin whispered urgently as soon as Wonwoo was out of hearing range. “He’s so scary!”

You crossed your arms and clicked your tongue. “I’m sorry! But Wonwoo is a really nice guy and you have to work hard to act better in front of him!” With a huff, you walked out of the kitchen to join your boyfriend.


2nd month

Visits from Wonwoo became pretty often then, much to Seokmin’s dismay. The two of you were sitting on couch in comfortable silence, the TV droning on about a vacuum that specifically picked up animal hair. It was cozy, sitting side by side, Wonwoo’s hand on your left thigh. It was warm, and it made you feel safe and loved.

“Have I told you how pretty you are?” Wonwoo said suddenly, turning his head to look at you.

You smiled at him and squeezed the hand on your thigh. “Only everyday. It’s nice, though. Makes me feel special.”

“Good.” Wonwoo’s face came closer and it seemed like you two were about to kiss. His lips barely brushed against yours when-

“Heeeyyy! You two take up so much space, make some room, please!” Seokmin smushed himself between you and Wonwoo, awkwardly sitting on your thighs and Wonwoo’s hand. “Another commercial? Really? I want to see some more wedding dresses! They all look so pretty!”

Your eye twitched. If only there was some type of weapon laying around… With Wonwoo’s regular visits, Seokmin getting in between the two of you also became an everyday thing. Yes, you loved your brother dearly, but this was too much. Glancing over to Wonwoo, you also noticed how he looked extremely annoyed as well.

“Isn’t this nice?” Seokmin spoke up again. “All three of us spending quality time together? And this couch is so comfy! I really like suede. What about you, Wonton?”

You silently prayed for a hole to randomly appear in the floor and swallow you up. Or better yet, swallow Seokmin. ‘Someone strike me now,’ you pleaded in your brain.

At least Seokmin was having fun watching Say Yes to the Dress.


6th month

Soft. His lips were so, so soft. His taste was addictive, his scent intoxicating. One hand was in your hair, gripping slightly, while the other held onto your waist. You pulled him into you, wanting more and more.

“Wonwoo,” you murmured against his lips, causing him to groan quietly in his throat. The kisses were slow, but by God they were passionate. His body, pressed against yours, was so warm and inviting and just so ugh. Words couldn’t describe how perfect this moment was.

A smack sounded at your bedroom window, but neither of you paid mind to it. Another one came, this time louder. You broke away from the heated session, looking over your shoulder to see what the commotion was.

You screamed.

Seokmin, sitting on a tree branch, had his hands pressed against the window and a very serious look on his face.



Seokmin disappeared from sight, scrambling down the tree to possibly save his life.


8th month

“Oh, wow, Wonwoo. This skirt looks great,” you say into your mirror, flashing a smile and twirling around. The lacy material was flowy and soft, and it accented your hips and waist perfectly. “And it fits so nicely! I think Seokmin will really like it.”

Wonwoo smiled. “I was hoping you would like it,” he said as he stood up from your bed and came behind you. He placed his hands on your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. “You look beautiful,” he murmured, kissing your neck softly.

The atmosphere was pleasant and peaceful, making you sigh in content. “I feel like the luckiest girl alive, really.”

Wonwoo hugged you from behind and met your eyes in the mirror. “And I know for a fact that I’m the luckiest man alive.”

You giggled slightly and blushed from his sweet comment. “Come on; let’s go show Seokmin or he’ll think we’re doing something inappropriate again. I don’t want to replace the hinges on my door again.”

Wonwoo snickered and released you from his embrace, only to take your hand and lead you downstairs. Seokmin was sitting on his “favorite” suede couch, intently watching a rerun of Days of Our Lives.

“Seokmin; look at this pretty skirt Wonwoo got for me.”

At the sound of your voice (mostly from saying Wonwoo), Seokmin turned his head to look at your “present”.

Boy, he did not like what he saw.

“That’s too much thigh. You’re going to flash people, (y/n). Maybe Jisoo can pray for you or something,” he snapped.

“Seokmin! Don’t be so rude! This skirt looks fantastic on me and you know it! This isn’t like you! Where’s my sweet, caring, charming big brother?” you cried out, obviously hurt.

Seokmin immediately felt guilty and a pang of sadness stabbed him in the heart. Though, he remained silent.

“Are you that jealous of Wonwoo? He’s a great guy, Seokmin! He got this skirt because he thought of me! And you know what, that was really sweet of him!” You shook your head. “I can’t believe you. I thought you would really like him.”

Seokmin glanced over at Wonwoo, though he looked very awkward and not really sure of what to do in this kind of situation. It would be a lie if Seokmin said he didn’t feel the same.

“Why can’t you be happy for me?” you whispered.

“I am,” Seokmin replied after a few moments worth of silence. “I just… don’t want you to get hurt. Or pregnant, for that matter. I don’t know what you two do upstairs-”

“Seokmin,” Wonwoo interrupted, “it’s not like that. I wouldn’t do that to (y/n). Not until we’re completely comfortable with it. And that includes you. I get it. You’re protective of your little sister, and I would be the same. I got to say, I can respect you for that. Not many guys stick up for their sister like that all of the time. You’re a cool guy and I respect you greatly.”

Seokmin stared at Wonwoo like he just grew a second head. It became so quiet that you even began second guessing your hearing. Then, after much silence, Seokmin decided to speak.

“That was so nice,” he said as he sucked in a breath. He placed a hand to his heart and let out all the air. “I’m sorry. My behavior was horrible. I’m just worried about (y/n), you know? I didn’t mean to get too out of hand. I hope you can forgive me.” Seokmin stood up from his seat and bowed to Wonwoo.

You gave Wonwoo a starstruck face and he simply smiled. “I do. And I promise to look after her so you don’t have to all the time, okay?”

“What about the baby?”

Now you looked to Seokmin, clearly confused. “What?”

“If he’s going to look after you, what about your child?”

“Excuse me?”

“I want to be an uncle, (y/n)! When will the baby making process start?”

Your jaw dropped.

“When the skirt comes off,” Wonwoo said nonchalantly.


“Will I have to leave the house or will you two go somewhere else?”


“We can go. Make it seem like less of a hassle, you know?”


“Yay, babies!”

“I agree. I think our child would be so cute. What do you think, (y/n)?”



P.S. I really hope you guys like this! This was super fun and I look forward to doing more!