Masterlist

Masterlist

 + = fluff

x = angst

* = smut

Request: OPEN

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CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

touch starved +

handsome +x

ANNE WITH AN E

Gilbert Blythe

quiet +

warmth +

MARVEL

Peter Parker

plane ride +

Steve Rogers

after the battle +x

MY HERO ACADEMIA

Katsuki Bakugo

firecracker +

TOM HOLLAND

uncomfortable +

Physical

Reid and y/n have to go on a date to lure out the unsub who’s been stalking her, but they seem to forget it’s fake.

Warnings: Season 8-12 spoilers, description of an attack.

Word count: 4,410

MASTERLIST

The smell of the hospital was nauseating. Or maybe it was a side affect to the pain killers they put me on been put on when I was admitted. I didn’t even know I was hurt that bad, but I guess that’s what happens when you’re not conscious to feel it. Though I couldn’t forget the shovel he was carrying before he introduced it to the back of my skull. And I couldn’t forget his face beforehand, he looked censurable, like he could be sick. It was almost like he didn’t want to go through with it. But I guess he figured out what he wanted and that’s why i’m connected to so many machines and tubes right now. But he could have killed me. I guess I got lucky.

I was out like a light during the attack, and I was truly thankful that I couldn’t feel what he was doing. In addition to my head injury he broke three of my fingers and one of my ribs. I understand now that even though I didn’t like the idea of being on painkillers, or the way it made my brain feel like oatmeal, it beats having to feel every abrasion I experienced while comatose. Don’t get me wrong, I felt it and it hurt, but it was more manageable than not.

I didn’t notice that my nurse was in the room with me before she started talking, startling me into a sitting position. “Miss y/l/n, the FBI are here to ask you some questions about what happened. Do you think you can do that?” She asked softly.

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warmth | G.B.

Gilbert Blythe x Fem!Reader

summary: Reader is found in a barn, by Sebastian, with a fever . When he brings her to the Blythe’s house, doctor Blythe steps in to help.

genre: fluff

warnings: none

request: yes / no

word count: 1,346

A/N: i have been having, yet another, awae phase so my mind is filled with Gilbert Blythe. I’m sorry i’m shoving these imagines down your throats. I do hope you like this one though. My masterlist should be up soon!

part 2?

      Sebastian's coat clutched his body while his arms rubbed his sides. It was a cold winter in Avonlea. He was going out back to check out the barn for something to keep warm. As he entered he saw things scattered everywhere then, what he had come for, a pile of blankets.

     As he grabbed a hold of them he noticed an added weight. Sebastian pulled harder only to hear a groan of protest. He stopped in his tracks, eyes widening. He grabbed the edge of the blanket, slowly peeling it back only to find a little girl curled underneath. 

    The girl looked about Gilbert's age and she was incredibly pale. Thinking fast Sebastian picks up the girl in his arms. She is very warm, making him rush to get back to the house. He kicks open the door which startles Gilbert as he is doing his homework at the table.

     “Wha- Bash? Wait, who is that?” He stood up as Sebastian brought her into a room. He set her on the bed softly as to not disturb her unconscious body. “Bash!” Gilbert yelled at him, finally making Bash turn away from the girl.

     “I-i found her in the barn. S-she’s really pale and warm a-and i didn’t know what to do!” He yells out. Gilbert inspects the unconscious girl from the door frame before stepping inside and coming beside the bed to take a closer look.

     He puts his cold hand on her forehead, quickly finding it burning. Even in sleep the girl moves towards the coolness of his hand. Gilbert brings his hand away from her moistaning face. “She has a fever.”

     Bash eyes widen as he begins to panic. “Can you get me a wet rag, specifically tepid temperature, and some water?” Gilbert gives orders which Sebastian quickly follows.

     When Bash returns with the request, Gilbert is swift to act. He sets the rag on the girl’s forehead. He softly grabs her chin to tilt it back and squeezes her cheeks a little, somewhat opening her mouth. He slowly pours a bit of water into her mouth.

      The girl quickly swallowed, producing a smile to form on Gilbert’s lips. “She’ll wake up soon, but for now she must rest.” Bash nodded and headed out the door. Gilbert looked at the sleeping girl one more time before leaving as well.  

          Y/N woke up in warmth. This was unusual because she never felt such comfort in the morning. She smiled as she moved away from the bright light in her face. There was a creak which made her open her eyes.

     Suddenly she felt too warm and uncomfortable. She was in an unknown place, in an unknown bed. Y/N sat up only for a wet rag to fall onto her lap which wetted the covers she was under. Y/N quietly got out of the hot bed, the cool air welcoming her.

     Whoever brought her here could be a kidnapper or a pervert. They could have been nice people just trying to help, but Y/N wasn’t thinking right at the moment.

     She tried to silently walk out of the room, but the floors would creak under each step. Normally Y/N would have been smart about this (or so she hoped) now, though, she didn’t feel well and wasn’t in the right mind.

     So instead she ran right out of the room and into a hallway. As she entered what seemed to be the kitchen she saw two figures sitting. Without thinking, again, she headed towards another door that seemed to be the exit.

     “Miss wait!-” The call went on deaf ears as she opened the door and tried to make a run. A chill was sent up her spine as she felt the wisp air of winter only to be pulled back inside by arms wrapped around her waist.

     Y/N struggled in the boys arms. “Miss please calm down. I’m only trying to help.” He whispered in her ear. With a sniff she went limp in his arms, forcing him to basically carry her. He brought her to a chair and sat her down.

     “W-where am i?” Y/N's voice was soft and slurred. “You're at my house. Sebastian,” He pointed to his friend off to the side, “he found you in our barn and brought you here. You are sick, so i -well we- couldn’t just throw you out.”

     She nodded at his answer before asking another question. “Who a-are you?” He smiled, “I’m Gilbert. Gilbert Blythe. And may i ask what your name is?” Gilbert seemed to be nice and trustworthy enough for her to tell him so, she told him. “Y/N.”

     Gilbert’s face morphed into confusion. “Don’t you have a surname?” She simply shook her head no. Y/N began to look around the room as Gilbert went over to the stove. It seemed to be a fairly nice home. A little small, but big enough for a family to live in. Family. Wouldn’t that be nice. 

     Gilbert once again came in front of her this time with a cup of tea in hand. He brought a chair beside her and sat down, Sebastian sitting across the table just observing.

     “Drink this. It might not help.” He passed the tea to her. She mumbled out a thank you before drinking. Gilbert and Sebastian were watching her every move, making her very uncomfortable.

     “Please stop staring.” Y/N kindly asked them, looking at the floor. She felt both their eyes wander away from her form then continued with her tea. After some time she finished and put the tea on the table.

      Once more eyes were on her. “Can you please tell me why i found you in the bloody barn?” It was Sebastian who talked this time. With his words Y/N felt suddenly very self conscious of the dirty dress she wore.  

      “I-i ran away.” Both had shock and confusion written on their faces, so Y/N continued. “I lived in a cruel home. Unlike your very nice, very warm home. I couldn’t deal with it any longer so I ran away. I don’t know how long i’ve been gone, but i don’t think they will care anyway.” She paused to take a breath, “I’ve been hiding in shacks and abandon houses then i came across your barn and was- wasn’t thinking, i also wasn’t feeling well, so i thought ‘i’ll just take a quick nap’ then i woke up in this house. I am terribly sorry for the intrusion and if you wish for me to leave i will .”

     Both men paused for a second, almost questioning if her rambling was over. “It truly is okay. You were, and still are, very sick. It would be callous of me- us to throw you back into the cold in the condition you are in.” Gilbert spoke calmly as if not to spook the girl.

     Y/N could almost cry for joy. Finally she could have one day of not scrounging for food and a place to sleep. She quickly stood, startling the pair, and hugged Gilbert. “Thank you so much. Thank you, thank you!”

     He chuckled before shrugging to a confused Bash and hugging back. “It’s quick alright.” He pulled away from her arms, “Now go back to bed, please. You need rest and i will see you at dinner.” She smiled at him, Gilbert smiling right back.

     “Okay!” Y/N started towards the room before turning back around once more. “Thank you again and i will see at dinner, Mr. Blythe.” With that she ran to the room and tucked herself into the warm covers.

     Back in the kitchen both Gilbert and Bash were chuckling at the girl. “Do you think that was the right choice?” Gilbert asked, suddenly serious. Bash looked at him with a smile, “I think it’s a great decision. She will definitely make better company than you.”

     Gilbert shook his head as Bash laughed. He looked to the now closed door with a smile. Yes, this is a good idea. 

      Right?

Plane Ride | P.P.

Peter Parker x Reader

summary: Reader believes that Peter has a crush on MJ, but a plane ride to Europe might change reader’s mind.

genre: fluff

warnings: kissing?

total word count: 759

A/N: this is an image i had on my wattpad account that i thought tumblr might like. Hope you like and enjoy!

   You were lucky enough to go on the European with your best friend, MJ.

   No one knew your secret reason of why you really went on this trip though. Other than MJ, of course.

   The secret was that you liked Peter. Peter Parker to be exact.

   When you heard you could with Peter on the European trip, you had to take it. Plus it would be fun!

   So that's how you ended up waiting at an airport with your head on MJ's lap. You got hungry and decided to get something from the vending machine.

   "I'll be back M." You said. She responded with a quick nod of her head, not looking away from her book. When you got there, there was a bit of a line, but you didn't mind because you had a lot of time to waste.

    When you finally got to the front of the line you were alone. As you were getting your M&M, you heard a noise behind you. You quickly turned around dropping your M&M's.

    "Oh um, sorry!" It was Peter "Let me help you." he bent down and grabbed it. He handed it to you, touching your hand in the process. Both of you pulled away quickly. Not from disgust but because the tingles you both got from it.

    He looked back up from his hand, right into your eyes. "Your face is red" He said in a low voice. Your face heated up even more.

     "Y-Ya. Y'know it's j-just hot in here, better go back to Mj she is probably worried." He watched you leave the hall.

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   You were boarding the plane now. Everyone had a seat and it was jam packed. Mj sat next to Betty so you had to find another seat next to Brad. Which was weird because before the snap he was a kid compared to you.

    See when the snap happened you got dusted, but Brad didn't. So while you slept, kinda, for 5 years he grew into, i guess, a man?

     You guys didn't talk much for awhile until everyone started to moving seats. "What's happening?" You asked looking around at everyone switching.

      "Don't know" He quickly responded getting up from his seat. Betty came up to him and suddenly he was gone sitting next to Mj. Well that went great. You sat alone for only a minute feeling sorry for yourself.

      You felt someone sit next to you. It's probably just Ned or some other student. You kept looking out the window tell something poked your shoulder.

     You turned and saw Peter next to you. "Hi" He said, more of whispered "Sorry, everyone moved seats and i got put here. I mean not that i don't want to sit next to you. I mean i- never mind"

    "It's alright i understand." You said sadly. You always thought he liked Mj, but you never said anything.

     He looked at you for a second before looking at the screen on the seat. He started playing a movie, which you recognized as 'Iron Man'. You started watching it too, it was hard because you couldn't  hear it.

     Peter looked at you trying to see the screen and make out words. He took out one earbud and moved a piece of your hair moving it to the side. Then he put the earbud in.

     It startled you, when you turned you saw him staring at you. Close. He was very close.

    He started to lean in. You didn't know what to do so you just sat there. Your noises were touching. Then, his lips met yours. They were soft and gentle. It got more heated and you had to break the kiss to get a breath.

      After the kiss he smiled and gave you a peck on the cheek. Before standing up, heading towards the bathroom.

      He had kissed you. The girl who he had liked since elementary school. He went into the bathroom and leaned against the door. After awhile of doing a little happy dance, he looked mirror, fixed his hair, and went to sit next to his crush for the whole trip to Europe and more.

Touch Starved | S.R.

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

summary: Reader doesn’t like people touching her, tell the right person does.

genre: fluff

total word count: 559

A/N: this is my first oneshot on tumblr so, I hope you like and enjoy!

       As a kid Y/N had no contact with the outside world. Her parents were strict and never allowed her to do much, other than go to school. Even there she never made many friends. All her life she was never touched maybe that’s why she is the way she is now.

     Exiting the elevator, Emily hot on Y/N tail rambling on about something, Y/N wasn’t paying attention. Her bored expression made others laugh around her. After getting to her desk Y/N sat down. She put her head on the desk groaning.

    A deep chuckle made her sit up. She looked up only to see Spencer laughing from his desk in front of her. “Wow, laughing at my misery. How gentlemen like.” Y/N said, sarcasm dripping from her words.

     Spencer just chuckles again, “Long night?” he asks. Y/N just groans. “Well i have a file for you so don't fall asleep on me.” She just chuckles silently as a response.

   Spencer heads over to the side of her desk. As he hands her the file, their fingers touch. Spencer doesn’t seem to mind, but Y/N quickly moves her hand away with wide eyes. Reid looks at her with furrowed brows.

    “I-i’m sorry. I-i don’t know what that was.” Y/N says reaching a hand to her hair.

    Spencer has a blank face for a second, thinking. Then he suddenly moves closer to her. Y/N backs up a bit, but Spencer just comes even closer. She looks around, avoiding eye contact and noticing that the rest of the team is not focusing on them.

     A hand grabs her chin gently. It feels nice and warm. He makes her look into his eyes. Spencer seems like he is studying Y/N for a reaction, which he gets when she leans into his touch.

   His brain is working through everything file to find something to connect it. He had noticed she avoided touching anyone and when she does get touched, she moves away fast. It hadn’t clicked tell now.

  “Y/N?” Her eyes widened as she tried to move away from his hand only for him to move both his hands to cup her face. “Did you know humans are wired to be touched. From birth until the day we die, our need for physical contact remains? Being touch starved, which is also known as skin hunger or touch deprivation, occurs when a person experiences little to no touch from other living things.”

     When Y/N didn’t respond Spencer began moving his thumbs along her cheeks. “Is this okay?” He asks, suddenly feeling insecure. As he began taking his hands away Y/N brought her hand on top of his. 

     “NO! I-i mean no. It’s okay.” She says with a smile. Before anything else can happen between the two, Hotch busts out of his office telling everyone to get ready to leave. Y/N quickly stands up with a blush on her face.

     She gets her go bag before turning around and facing Spencer. He has his go bag ready and before Y/N can pass him, he grabs her wrist. “C-can i hold your hand?” He asks.

     She only nods so, he quickly intertwines their hands with a smile. Emily and Derek look at them smugly. Everyone got into the elevator before it finally closed. The two lovebirds smiling with their hands together.

Teen Wolf/Shameless MasterList

Stiles Stilinski:

Drive You Home?

Just A Silly Crush

Failed

Nothing

Pleading For Mercy

The Sound Of Your Voice

First Time

I Just Wanted To Help

A Little Stuck

I Had To

It Was You

Oh, Thank God!

You Do Look Hot

Married Couple

Coming Back

All of This, Just for You

Yeah

Kept Hidden

He Won’t Mind

Hangover

Never Ending Memory

All Your Fault

Hesitant

Not At All

Didn’t Mind

Been There For You

Think (with Void Stiles)

Bound To Happen

Nor Will It Ever

Terrible At Keeping Secrets

Void Stiles:

My Time

A Craving

Sinister

Kinda Messed Up

Chaotic

Scott McCall:

Watching Over You

Unable To

Take Me Home

Practice Jersey

Reciting The Textbook

I Never Was

Revealing Myself

Fade Away

Nothing Else

With Your Permission

I Always Have

What You’ve Endured

Isaac Lahey:

Wasn’t Sure

Anchor

Long Enough

I Could Never

Two Beta’s And Their Alpha’s

Probably

But You Loved It

All For Me?

It’s Too Late

The Truth

Making Sure

Every Step of the Way

Never Wavering

Deal

It’s A Date

Defensive

Support

Me

We Thought It Was Obvious

Maybe Not

As Long As

Yourself

Okay (fuckboy au)

Wanted To Be Him

Late Night Confessions

No Longer

Want

For Beacon Hills

Derek Hale:

Stumbling Through

You Do Now

A Long Time

Accident In The Kitchen

Breaking The Law

Never Disappointed

To The Loft

Saved Your Butts

Faint

Liam Dunbar:

Now Is Not The Time

Just Fine

Heart of Gold

Helpless

Totally Worth It

A Little

Is This Really The Time?

Deep Gash

Doesn’t Change Anything

But..?

All Along

Good Enough Reason

Hadn’t Known

Dramatic

No Matter What

ones promised

Theo Raeken:

Ended Up Becoming More

Without Hesitation

Stay With Me, Okay?

Mixed Emotions

I’m Pretty Sure

Three In The Morning

Sincerity

I Slipped

Idealistic

Secrecy

Actors:

Dylan O’Brien:

Lounging

Daniel Sharman:

Better?

Shameless:

Lip Gallagher:

Something Else

Smitten

Always Gonna Be There (platonic)

Unbelievably, Uncontrollably and Undeniably

More Than Enough

A Place

Poor Excuse

Rest Assured

You’re Fucking Oblivious

Ian Gallagher:

Just One Moment (platonic)

Carl Gallagher:

Kissing Training Wheels

My Hero

Thanks To You

In The End

Distaste

2020/04/06