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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.

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“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.

Epilogue: Fuckboy!PeterParker AU

Fuckboy!Peter Parker x Reader (mention of Harrison Osterfield because why not)

Warnings: Mentions of heartbreak (I think that’s it, but if there’s more, tell me please!) 

A/N: Sorry that this took so long to write, but ya know school sucks and it took me awhile to figure out how to write a second part to this. Also, thank you guys for giving me feedback and giving such an amazing response! I didn’t expect that big of a response, so thank you! Hopefully you’ll like this one too! Here’s the amazing writers who inspire me to write: @underoossss @spidereyhes @hufflepuffholland @spideyboys @awkwardlilmuffin @cuteparkers @tiemeupspidey @yoinkpenisparker @spiderbiteholland @spideywritings @rileywrites-parker @sweetnestor

Part 1

2 years later

         Fresh out of high school, (y/n) was bouncing with excitement. She was finally going to be able to take a year off of her school work and relax before starting college the next year. She finally got over Peter and was actually quite happy that the boy hadn’t been held back, but was able to graduate with her.

          “This is the graduating class of 2023!” The principal had exclaimed. All of the students threw their hats in the air, the audience clapping and many parents/guardians crying.

         “Congrats, Peter! I’m glad to see that you were able to graduate with your classmates and not be held back.” A wide smile adorning her lips as she looked up at Peter.

         Surprised that she was even talking to him after what he had done to her, he played it off. “Thanks, I couldn’t have done it without the tutoring you gave me in Sophomore year.”

          She nodded her head and gave him a small smile before turning around to find her family.

         A ghost of a smile hovered over her lips at the memory.

        Three days later, it was (y/n)’s first day at her new job. Two days into Summer, she had applied for a job at the café that Peter had taken her to for their first date. Even though it held the heartbreaking memory, she had always loved the little corner shop that had shelves aligned with a variety of books. As she entered the shop, she was met with the aroma of brewing coffee beans and the sound of pages turning. A soft smile appeared as the memories came flooding back…

         As they came to a stop in front of the café, Peter looked down at the girl at his side. “I know it might seem like a really lame first date, bu-“

        “NO! I mean, no. It’s not lame at all.” She interrupted, her eyes sparkling from the lights coming from the window. “I love this café. They have some of the best coffee and the best books. Thanks for bringing me here.” And for once she didn’t look at Peter Parker with disgust, but with admiration.

         “(Y/n)!” She snapped out of her thoughts, to see striking blue eyes and a pearly white smile. Harrison Osterfield. He was a year older than her and was the pretty boy that every girl was dying to have. He was seen as he “perfect kid”. He had the looks and the smarts to prove it. “Are you just gonna stand there or actually learn how to do your job today?” A chuckle escaping his lips.

         A dust of pink appeared on her cheeks as she walked over to the blonde haired boy. He handed her an apron and kindly took her purse and coat to the break room. “T-thanks” she managed to stutter out before he began training her.

         It had been a month since (y/n) had begun working there. Her and her new found best friend/coworker, Harrison (who she now referred to as Haz), were closer than ever. She always enjoyed working there with him and being surrounded by the noise of the coffee brewing.

         Today was a particularly slow day. Haz sweeping the floor and (y/n) cleaning the coffee machines. The two were chattering with the few customers that came on the regular and later drifting off to their own.

         “So, (y/n), I’ve been wondering…” Haz finished sweeping and walked behind the counter.

         “Hm?” She hummed in acknowledgement and turned around.

         “Do you want to-“ Haz had begun, but was soon interrupted by the chime of the bell, signifying that they there was a new customer.

         “Hold that thought,” (y/n) put up a finger and turned to the customer as Harrison huffed in the background. “Hello, how ma-“ her eyes landing on the chocolate brown eyes and mess of brown curls in front of her. Peter Parker. She froze.

         “May I have a (f/d), please?” She replied to the brunette behind the counter.

         “Yes ma’am, and for you sir?”

         “Oh, I’ll just have a hot cocoa.”

         She giggled. “Childish, aren’t we Parker?” He playfully rolled his eyes and gave the money to the barista.

         “You guys are a cute couple. How long have you been dating?” The barista had asked as she sorted the money.

          (Y/n)’s cheeks filled with color and her eyes widened. Peter chuckled. “This is our first date actually.”

         “Wow! Really? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a first date go as well as this one. Well, I hope you two have a nice night.” Smiling, she handed the change to Peter and began working on the drinks.

         Eyes flicking between the boy in the black, skin tight shirt, and the girl he had fallen in love with, clearing his throat “Um…(y/n)?”

          She snapped out of the daze she was in. She gave an awkward attempt of a cough to relieve her embarrassment. “S-sorry. Um…what was I saying? Oh, hello, how may I help you?” She stumbled over her words.

          Peter chuckled at the girl before him. “One hot cocoa and a cappuccino, please.” She tapped the buttons on the screen and told him how much he needed to pay.

          “So, how long have you been working here?” He tried to make conversation as she handed him his change before starting to make his drinks.

          “For about a month now.” He hummed in response, eyes never leaving her. Harrison had  retreated to the break room to gain his confidence to ask her the question that has been in the back of his mind.

          “If I may ask,” She started as she handed Peter the drinks. “who’s the second cup for?”

          He took the drinks from her hands, not realizing their fingers brushing against each other. “I’m actually on a-“

          “Peter! What’s taking you so long?” A girl in booty shorts approached and grabbed a hold of Peter’s arm.

           “Sorry, I was talk to an old friend. (Y/n), this is Marissa. Marissa, this is (y/n).” The girl visibly tightened her grip on Peter’s arm in an almost defensive way, as if he was hers.

           ‘If only she knew…’ (y/n) thought. “So how long have you been dating?” She repeated the words that they were asked on their first date.

          “This is our first date actually.” Peter’s smile beaming and (y/n) had felt a pang in her chest, which she chose to ignore.

          She took a deep breath before repeating the words that were spoken to them that night.“Wow! Really? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a first date go as well as this one. Well, I hope you two have a nice afternoon.” The words held a weight to them, but the words didn’t mean anything to the boy with a girl hanging on his arm.

         An hour had passed and Haz had begun to notice (y/n) taking longing gazes at the table Peter and Marissa were sitting at. “Hey darling, what’s wrong?”

          “Funny isn’t is?” Harrison gave her a confused look as she turned to look up into his eyes. He saw the pain swirling through her (e/c) eyes. “This is where he brought me on our first date as well,” eyes glazing over, she gave a dry laugh at the thought. “He got the same drink and even sat at the same table we did too. I even said the same words the barista working that night, to him.”

          Haz didn’t know what to do, or what to say. He wasn’t used to seeing the beautiful girl who always lightened up the room when she walked in, look so…b r o k e n. A tear that she was trying so hard to hold in, had rolled down her cheek. Haz hesitantly put his hand on her cheek and wiped the tear away.

          Peter had been watching the whole thing and he had felt something that he hadn’t felt in a long time…guilt.

           He looked back at the brunette who sat in front of him, she was blabbering on and on about something that he didn’t care about. The whole date was huge snooze fest to say the least. For the past hour, he had been bored out of his mind. The girl hadn’t shut up about herself and hadn’t even bother to ask him any questions. He began asking himself ‘Is this really worth it, just to get in her pants?’. He rolled his eyes and quickly excused himself saying he was going to get another drink.

           As he walked up to the counter, he saw the blonde boy hugging (y/n) to his chest. He felt all of the guilt wash over him again, but with something else…jealousy. He tried to shake off the idea that he could get jealous, but it wouldn’t leave him alone. He cleared his throat when he reach the counter, just a little louder than one should. (Y/n) quickly let go of Haz and wiped away her tears as she walked up to the cash register.

          “Hey Pete,” she couldn’t look him in the eyes and instead settled on staring at the screen before her. “need another drink?”

          Before he could stop himself, the words left his mouth. “I’m sorry.”

          “Peter, I don’t kn-“

          “Bullshit,” he cut her off. “You know exactly why I’m apologizing. Two years ago, I played with your feelings for my amusement. I was so caught up in the game that I created and didn’t think of how much I hurt you…” His voice cracked as his eyes glazed over. “I. hurt. you.What’s even worse is that I haven’t changed that habit. I’m still hurting people,   (y/n).”

          For the first time, she had seen the Peter Parker from freshman year. The dorky, and adorable Peter that she knew before something changed. She gave him a soft smile and reach for his hand that was balled up on the counter as he tried to fight off the tears. “It’s okay, Pete.” She squeezed his hand. “I forgive you…I actually forgave you a year ago.”

          He hadn’t realized it two years ago, but he really wished he had. Peter Parker actually had feelings for the girl standing in front of him. Before he knew what he was doing, he reached across the counter and hugged her small frame. “I love you…so much and I am so sorry for everything I put you through.” He whispered and this time…he meant it.

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reason to stay - part two

a/n: after a very long time I finally wrote part two of ‘reason to stay’. I’m sure you’ve all forgotten about this, but enjoy!

– word count: 1,591

– warnings: none!

part one

“What?” The words left Shawn’s lips before he had even fully processed what you just told him.

“I’m pregnant.” You say again, waiting for any signs of any emotion from Shawn.

He stares at you, the tears finally spilling down his cheeks, “Really?”

You nod, stepping closer to him. The bags fall from his hands and he drops to his knees, resting his hands on your hips. He rests his forehead against your stomach, taking deep breaths. You run your fingers through his hair, your tears falling harder than before.

After a couple of minutes you get down on your knees in front of Shawn, taking his face in your hands. He moves your hands away and buries his face in the crook of your neck, tears still wetting his cheeks. You grab his face again gently and make him look at you, wiping his tears with your thumbs.

“Shawn. Shawn, look at me…” you say softly.

He slowly looks at you, his eyes red.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He says quietly.

“No, no, baby. It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m sorry. I’ve been expecting too much from you. Besides, I threw a plate at you.” You whisper, kissing his forehead with a small laugh.

He chuckles, shaking his head, “(Y/n), you expected everything you should’ve from me, I just didn’t meet those expectations like I should have. I deserved to have a plate thrown at me and you didn’t hit me so it doesn’t count.”

“There’s no winning this is there?” You ask with a small smile, gently running your thumbs over Shawn’s cheeks.

“No way.” He shakes his head.

You kiss him quickly, looking directly into his eyes, “Shawn, we need to have a serious talk though.”

He nods, standing up and pulling you up with him. He leads you to the couch, turning to face you. You sit on the couch criss-cross, facing Shawn.

“Did you mean it?” You ask, looking down at your hands.

“Mean what?” He asks, gently making you look at him.

“You said you ‘guess we just fell out of love’. Did you mean it? Do you really not love me anymore?”

Shawn’s expression softens as he looks you in the eyes.

“Of course I still love you, (Y/n).”

“Then why did you say it? I mean you were about to walk out.”

He stares at you, “I don’t know. It was heat of the moment. I was so sure you didn’t love me and wanted me to leave. I really wanted you to say something, anything to make me stay. You really outdid yourself here.”

You laugh softly and take his hands in yours, “I mean, I had a nice way to tell you all planned out, but obviously that didn’t work.”

“Obviously.” He grins.

You sigh and run your fingers through your hair. You were suddenly exhausted and just wanted to relax.

“What’s wrong?” Shawn asks, cupping your face in his hands.

“Just ready to relax.”

“I’ll run you a bath.”

Before you can say anything Shawn is already up and in the bathroom. You walk into the bathroom to see Shawn leaning next to the tub, running the water over his hand to make sure it’s not too hot. He knows exactly how warm you like the water. When Shawn notices you he stands up and helps you get undressed, his fingers grazing over your stomach. Shawn leans over and grabs a hair-tie, putting your hair up for you before getting undressed himself. Shawn steps into the tub, sitting down and getting situated before you slide in and lean against his chest.

“I’m really sorry about how everything went down earlier and for what I said.” He says, gently running his fingers up and down your thighs.

“So am I.”  You lean your head back against Shawn’s shoulder.

Shawn wraps his arms around your torso, leaving a trail of kisses along your shoulder and up your neck. You close your eyes, sighing contently. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a final kiss on the soft skin against his lips.

“I really do love you.” He whispers.

“I love you too.” You smile.

“What would you name them?” You ask Shawn after a while.

He takes a minute to think, “If they’re a girl, I think Melody would be pretty. For a boy, Jonathan.”

“I really like those.”

“What about middle names? Melody Grace? Jonathan Michael?” Shawn shrugs.

“Shawn, how long have you been thinking of names for our children?”

“Longer than you think.” He chuckles.

“Good. Now we don’t have to worry about having to think of a name later on.”

“Well, we still have to think of a name.”

“No, I like those names. Melody Grace Mendes. Jonathan Michael Mendes. They both have a pretty nice ring to them, eh?”

“I guess they do.” He holds you closer to him, a smile on his face.

“I bet the little one is gonna have your mop of curls.” You grin, thinking about what the baby could look like.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. I hope they have your eyes and nose too. Oh, and musical talent.” You play around with Shawn’s fingers.

“I hope they get everything else from you though.”

“Yeah, really. Don’t want then to end up with your giant hands.” You joke.

“Wow. I see how it is.”

“Aaliyah is gonna love the hell out of this kid.”

“Boy, is that right.”

“Speaking of Aaliyah, when are we gonna tell our families? And how?”

“We can tell them this weekend. Liyah will be home and she said she wants to see us. As for how, I don’t know.” He leaves a kiss behind your ear.

“We’ve got a few days to come up with something.

The day has come where you tell Shawn’s family you’re pregnant. You walk into the house, Aaliyah practically tackling you and Shawn in a hug. You wrap your arms around her and squeeze her tight.

"Missed you kid.” You say as you step back.

“Missed you too.” She smiles.

You hand her an envelope that has her name neatly written on it and she flips it over, about to open it.

“Hold on,” You stop her, “Wait for your parents.”

She stops, but nods, looking at Shawn.

“So, no 'I missed you more than anything. You’re the most amazing sister and I can’t believe I go so long at a time without seeing you’?”

Shawn laughs and pulls her into another hug, kissing the top of her head, “I missed you, Liyah.”

“I missed you too, Shawn.” She grins.

“Where are mom and dad?” Shawn asks, looking around.

“Out back.”

You walk out back and hand them each their own envelope.

“Don’t open them yet. I want you and Aaliyah to open them at the same time.”

“Did you do that thing where you randomly get us all the same gift again?” Manny asks, looking at you.

“Maybe.” You reply before walking back inside.

Everyone is sitting together in the living room, Manny, Karen, and Aaliyah opening their envelopes. They open the cards inside and read what you’ve written before looking up at you.

“Are you serious?” Aaliyah asks before anyone else can.

“Yeah.” You and Shawn both nod.

“Oh my god. Oh my god!” She jumps up hugging you, followed my Manny and Karen before they move to hug Shawn.

“Congrats you guys!” Karen says, a huge smile on her face.

You and Shawn both thank her before turning to Aaliyah.

“Liyah. Listen here young lady. You can’t tell anyone about this yet because not everyone knows and we want to wait a while before telling the public.” You say.

She nods, “Okay. Secret is safe with me.”

Aaliyah looks down at the card still in her hands, “What did your cards say? Mine said: I can’t wait for you to play hockey with me. We’ll have a lot of fun when I’m beating you on the ice. I already know we’ll be best friends. Can’t wait to meet you, Auntie Liyah. Love, baby Mendes.”

We’ll have the best of times hanging out together. You can teach me how to perfectly decorate for every occasion. Can’t wait to meet you, Grandma. Love, baby Mendes.” Karen reads.

Manny looks at his and reads it out loud, “We’re going to have a blast when I get there. You’ll spoil me and sneak behind mom and dad’s backs sometimes. I’ll have you wrapped around my little finger. Can’t wait to meet you, Grandpa. Love, baby Mendes.

You look at Shawn and hand him an envelope, “Baby Mendes has a note for you too.”

Shawn opens the envelope and reads it so everyone can hear, “I can’t wait for you to teach me how to play guitar and I can’t wait for you to sing me to sleep. I can’t wait for you to hold me until I fall back asleep after a bad dream. I can’t wait for you to teach me how to love with every part of me and for you to show me how to be respectful and kind to everyone no matter what. I can’t wait for you to write a song that will be our song. I know you’ll love me forever no matter what. Can’t wait to meet you, Daddy. Love, you baby.

Shawn pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head when he finishes reading it.

“I love you.” He whispers into your hair.

“I love you too.”

He pulls back and gives you a kiss before wiping the tears from his eyes.

You knew Shawn was going to be the best dad to your child and you couldn’t wait for all the moments to come of your little family.

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.”

raenai-da  asked:

Hiii! I absolutely love your writing and I've looked around but I don't think anyone has written something like what I'm gonna request c: A scenario where RFA + V + Saeran react to MC fainting at their own wedding 😂 You like in those funny videos where the groom faints after standing upright for so long only in this case it's MC. She can faint doe whatever reason like either nervousness and anxiety, dress is too tight, anything ^^ can be angsty fluffy etc

RFA + V and Searan with a MC who faints at their Wedding

Wow! Such a nice idea! I really like it! So here you are! Hope you have a good day!


  • HE wanted only the best for you 
  • so he planned a really fancy wedding 
  • but still he was very nervous 
  • would he be able to make you happy? 
  • Will you stay at his side? 
  • Would you be able to give your children the best family?
  • but every time he got scared he thought about how good you were 
  • and how much you loved each other 
  • but well 
  • he didn´t knew but you weren´t scared but terrified!  
  • You heard a lot of gold giggers talking about you how fat you were 
  • and that you would never look good in your dress 
  • Jumin would leave you asap 
  • that´s why before your wedding you rejected food 
  • you slept in your own apartment so Jumin couldn´t know 
  • but well he knew since you fainted when you walked with Zen to Jumin 
  • boy he got so scared!
  • But the doctor told him that you probably rejected food 
  • when you woke up you told him every thing and he took care of it 
  • three days later you got married but only your family, his dad and the RFA were invited 
  • it was the best day ever….


  • gosh he was so happy to be able to marry you! 
  • his beautiful princess 
  • he was so excited 
  • he was finally able to talk to his parents 
  • while he was super excited you were just in fear! 
  • Since he announced your wedding you got only hate post 
  • like ,,you will die´´ , ,,ugly bitch´´
  • but one made your really afraid,, the last thing you will see are red roses´´
  • you never told Zen but at this point you wished you had 
  • only Jaehee knew and she calmed you since Jumin called a lot of security people 
  • but when you walked up to Zen you saw red roses 
  • and you got just so afraid that you wanted escape 
  • but you just collapsed 
  • Zenny got so scared and Jaehee told him every thing 
  • he was so angry! None should do this things 
  • this is what he told in a report 
  • and so you married two weeks later with his family and the RFA in a secret place 
  • ,,For the future, tell me every thing, okay princess?´´


  • You felt so awful 
  • you wanted to throw up and this was so since two month 
  • you didn´t knew why you felt so awful 
  • but you wanted to ignore it since it was your wedding day 
  • you walked up to him with your beautiful dress and he had tears in his eyes 
  • everyone knew, you were the perfect one for him 
  • you looked so good 
  • the whole ceremony you just felt ill.
  • but you forced you to get focused 
  • when the father said ,,You can kiss the bride´´
  • he kissed you but you just said finally and collapsed in his arms 
  • the poor little Yoosung got just so scared when you laid there 
  • ,,MC! Please don´t die! I love you!´´ yes, he cried 
  • pretty soon you found out that you were PREGNANT
  • he was so happy! The best wedding present ever! 
  • he cared just so much about you!


  • Bad boy planned everything 
  • in the end you couldn´t marry in a space station and had to go in a real church 
  • but he knew what to do. 
  • when you got dressed up you noticed that you dress was to tight! 
  • but it was to late now…. 
  • you bared with it about two hours but before you could reach him you fainted
  • they all got scared and thought, Seayoung wouldn´t take care of you 
  • but he kidnapped you 
  • the RFA followed him shouting that you had to go to the hospital 
  • but then he disappeared 
  • you woke up three hours later in a new dress in the space station!! 
  • you were first so angry but you knew how he was…
  • so you married in the space stadion by your self 
  • but had to run away since the police searched for you


  • What´s marriage? An Ice cream flavor? 
  • After you explained him everything he understood 
  • ,,If you really need it´´
  • that made you happy but also sad…
  • you thought he really did it only because he was forced into it… 
  • that´s why you planned something really good with Seayoung 
  • at your wedding, with only fife guests, you just collapsed 
  • and there was blood coming out from your head! 
  • He thought it was only a joke but then he saw Seayoungs scared face and cried like crazy 
  • ,,MC! I really wanted to marry you! Don´t leave me like everybody! Mc…. I really love you! More than my ice cream!´´ 
  • That’s when Seayoung laughed and you opened your eyes 
  • He was so angry but so happy 
  • He kissed you and killed Seayoung afterwards 
  • But everyone laughed so hard


  • He too was so nervous 
  • He waited so long for this day even if he wanted to marry Rika
  • He couldn’t wait for you 
  • You too were so nervous and couldn’t wait anymore to marry him 
  • You were so happy!
  • After the ceremony you felt like fainting 
  • But ofc you couldn’t 
  • But then Seayoung came with a game gun to play with you 
  • But you were just to nervous and scared that you fainted 
  • V was so angry at him but Seayoung just laughed 
  • Well afterward you had a real headache
  • And didn’t talk with Seayoung until the next day

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.


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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.

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.’

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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…