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CLASSIFIED ; spencer reid

synopsis ; a sleepy morning turns into spencer falling over himself to get to work on time, forgetting his badge behind him.

includes ; spencer reid x fem!reader, kissing, getting interrupted by the bau, secret relationship

sunlight flittered through your blinds, heat radiated off your boyfriend who laid beside you, his arm draped over you as he slept peacefully. you card your fingers through his hair, unintentionally stirring him from his sleep.

“oh, i’m sorry baby” you apologise, voice soft in an attempt to keep him from waking up any further “go back to sleep.”

it was a rare day off for spencer, by your second date he’d told you he was in the bau, by your fifth you had gotten used to work tearing him away. but despite the annoyance, you had gotten used to it. you understood his job was important, you understood that evil wouldn’t take a break just so you could keep your boyfriend all to yourself.

when you asked him how personal time worked, he admitted to you that his team didn’t know he had a girlfriend. it stung a little, but when he explained that his job would be putting you at risk it softened the blow.

you’d heard the horror stories, how his boss’s wife was killed just so the unsub could get to him, about another girl who had been shot simply for being an agent.

it sucked, but you understood why, at least for now, spencer didn’t want to broadcast you all over the office.

“don’t wanna,” spencer mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder as he blinked his eyes open “don’t wanna waste my one day off.”

you couldn’t help the small smile that appeared when he said that, days off may be hard to come by but spencer made sure you were the sole focus for every second of them.

he propped himself up on his elbow, his other hand tightening its grip on your waist to pull you closer “c’mere, pretty”

his sleepy voice makes the words sound even better as you lazily wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers toying with the hair at the back of his head.

he presses a lazy kiss to your lips, which quickly spirals into something deeper. his hands grip at your waist, desperate, like he was afraid that if he loosened his grip you’d disappear.

trails of nips and kisses are dragged along your neck as he moves to hover over you, your breathing is shallow, fingers tightening in his hair as his hand slides over the surface of your stomach, fingers tracing along the hem of your underwear.

“fuck,” spencer mumbles, long fingers slipping under the fabric agonisingly slowly “you look so pretty, baby, so pretty under me.”

you let your eyes fall closed, his mouth still attached to your neck as his fingers ghosted across your skin.

until his phone rings, eliciting a frustrated groan from you both. you watch as he reluctantly reaches for it to see who’s calling. you don’t need to ask, his irate expression tells you it’s work.

“yeah?” his tone is blunt, uncharacteristically so but you can’t exactly blame him “what? no, i’m not supposed to be — right. fine.”

he doesn’t need to explain what’s going on, you already know by the way he jumps out of bed and hurriedly starts getting ready to head into work.

it’s immature, you know, but you can’t help but cross your arms in annoyance as you watch him bolt back and forth around the room.

“sorry, baby.” spencer sighs, easily reading the mixture of frustration and disappointment in your expression “i’ll make it up to you, promise.”

you hum in agreement as he presses a kiss to your forehead, promising to call you when he could before disappearing out of the room, and in turn, your apartment. you stay in bed a little longer, feeling sorry for yourself and worrying about your boyfriend at the same time.

the floor is a mess, both yours and spencer’s clothes strewn around as well as decorative pillows and comforters. as you begin picking clothes up from the floor, your eyes fall on a small, rectangular piece of leather hidden under a pair of socks.

spencer’s badge.

you gnaw on your bottom lip, conflicted on what to do. by now spencer would already be at the office, calling him to come back would cut important time from his schedule. but without it he’d be in trouble.

you needed to bring it to him without airing his personal business to the entire building, which is how you ended up signing in as a visitor who was here to meet with agent derek morgan.

the only name you heard from spencer that you could remember confidently.

a serious looking woman showed you the way to the bau office, your fingers nervously drumming on the leather cover of the badge as you headed up the elevator.

all hope was lost once you stepped out, two glass doors showcasing the expanse of the office filled with people shoulder deep in whatever they were working on.

you look around the hallway like a deer in headlights, unsure if you could just walk in or if you could just give the badge to someone else to pass on to spencer.

“you okay!?” a cheerful blonde approaches you, seemingly from nowhere. arms stacked with files and carrying a coffee cup at the same time.

“uh,” you’d feel guilty adding to her workload “do you need a hand?”

mentally you face palm, cursing yourself for your lack of social skills in the simplest of situations.

“please!” the woman gasps, the ceramic mug wobbling in her hand “hotch is going to kill me if i spill coffee all over his case. i already told him ‘mister hotch sir, it would be easier to go digital’ but nooo.”

you laugh softly, taking the mug from her unstable hand and tugging open the door for her.

surely you could enter with someone who was actually allowed in the office.

“follow me!”

she’s speeding ahead, a woman on a mission, up the steps and into what seems like a conference room. you trail behind apprehensively, not wanting to get either of you into trouble by just swanning in.

“if there’s any dismembered bodies or general badness on the screen i swear to god!” she warns, rounding a corner and disappearing into the room.

you hang back awkwardly, partly because you have no business in there but mostly just in case there was any dismembered people on display.

“you’re all good!” her head pops around the corner and she motions for you to come in, so you do.

there’s barely time to register your surroundings, a circular table with a group of people sitting around it. you spot spencer instantly, you don’t even attempt to guess who everyone else is.

his head is buried in a case file, so your presence is unknown to him. which isn’t a surprise considering you’re not meant to be in the building let alone the office.

“garcia, we talked about this.”

a stern voice comes from a tall, serious looking man. you didn’t need to be a genius to work out he was most definitely spencers boss.

“right.” the woman, garcia, presses her mouth into a thin line as she gently takes the mug from your hands “do you know where you’re meant to be, lovely?”

“oh, uh, here actually.”

as you retrieve the badge from your back pocket, spencers head snaps up at the sound of your voice. his eyes widen slightly and a small smile makes its way onto his face.

“hey, what are you doing here?”

his question catches you off guard, even more so when he gets to his feet and moves around the table towards you.

wordlessly, you hand over his id, the perfectly rehearsed excuse of finding it at a cafe stuck in your throat now that spencer had made it known you weren’t a stranger.

“how did i — thank you.” his smile widens slightly, his hand resting on your waist briefly as he pressed a thankful kiss to your temple “i’ll call you on the plane, okay?”

you knew he wasn’t trying to brush you off, but he was evidently busy and you had no actual reason to still be here.

you nod, face warming up when he gives you another quick kiss before you go, sending a tiny smile and a brief wave towards the rest of the team.

as you gently shut the door behind you, you aren’t quick enough to miss the questions thrown in spencers direction. even laughing softly at garcias exclamation of “spencer has a girlfriend!”

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D.W | Feelings

summary: dean winchester confesses his feelings towards y/n.

perspective: third person

word count: 1811

Dean had fallen madly in love with Y/n ever since he laid eyes on her. She was beautiful, not like the girls in the magazines. She was beautiful for the way she thought, for the way she spoke, and her ability to help those around her.

No, she wasn’t just beautiful as something temporary as her looks, but beautiful deep down in her soul.

She was his reason for why he kept pushing in life. She made his darkest days cheerful and full of light. She had changed his life completely.

The way she looked at him with that smile made him feel butterflies in his stomach. It was an odd sensation, but comforting in ways that couldn’t allow him to sleep at night.

However, he wasn’t one to express his feelings. It wasn’t easy to admit he loved her, but he knew those feelings he felt were true. He wanted to tell her, but the fear of rejection held him back.

So, Dean keep things mutual between the both for as long as he could, but each day it became harder to not wonder what it would be like to date her. Especially when there would times where he’d flirt with her and she’d flirt back. Did she mean it or was she just playing along?

Sometimes he’d envy Sam for how close the two were. She’d always go to Sam rather than him for help or for anything in general. He tried not to hate Sam for it, but he just wished to be in his place. To be the one he she’d run to for comfort.

He wishes he could be the one that kept her awake at nights and in despair, to be her cry, to be the one who she woke up excited for. But that fear always held him back from confessing his feelings.

It wasn’t until he finally had enough.

~

Sam and Y/n had been on the couch watching movies for hours with half a bucket of popcorn between them, and the other half all over them. “Sam! Stop throwing the popcorn!” She laughed, trying to sound upset but couldn’t.

“C’mon, this is more fun than actually eating it” he said, throwing a handful at her. Before she could say anything, Dean had came back from his trip. She looked towards his direction, sending him a smile only to not receive one back.

“Hey, Dean. Is everything okay?” She questioned, looking up at him as Sam had turned the volume down. “Yeah… just been thinking a lot while I was out” he said as he looked between the two.

Sam immediately got the hint and got up. “I’ll go make us some more popcorn.”

Y/n watched as Sam grabbed the container and awkwardly walked away, leaving the two alone. Once he was gone, she patted the empty spot, inviting him to take a seat besides her.

“What’s in your mind?” She asked.

Dean walked from behind the couch and around, sitting next to her. Being so close to her made him nervous- he couldn’t function. He kept quiet for a bit, trying to find the words he had been rehearsing over and over and over again, but it’s as if the words he’s been memorizing had slipped away.

“I just wanted to, um, talk to you about something” he swallowed nervously. He was starting to become flustered. The palm of his hands becoming sweaty and his heart pounding out off his chest. Being around her made him act like a fool.

Suddenly, Y/n felt a nervous. She had no idea if she has done something to upset him. Having a one-on-one conversation always made her uneasy and uncomfortable. She felt like she was in trouble.

“What is it?” She asked concerned. Dean took in a deep breath, trying so hard to just put his feelings out there. Y/n took notice of his struggle and took ahold of his hand. “Dean, you can tell me anything. What’s going on?”

Dean glance down at her hand resting above his. Her hand much smaller as it felt soft and warm. He felt a tingly sensation form inside his chest as she made it much more difficult to act upon.

“It’s about you.”

“What about me?”

Y/n had a million different thoughts running through her mind. He probably noticed the scratch I left on baby… or the tiny stain in the backseat. She became anxious.

“Is it about, baby? Cause I swear it wasn’t me! It’s Sam’s fault!” she blurted out, throwing Sam under the bus rather than taking the blame.

“What? No!” He said, only to wonder what trouble they might have caused. “What about baby?” He questioned, but she simply shook her head. “Nothing. Forget about it. What were you going to tell me?” She asked, hoping that he’d forget all about the impala and move on.

Dean shook the thought away before refocusing on the main reason why he wanted to speak to her. “Right” he mumbled.

“Do you remember how we met?” He said smiling softly. Y/n smiled at the memory. “You were running from the police and I helped hid you from them” she laughed a little.

“We sorta became partners in crime ever since” she smiled. That smile. It was that smile that made Dean weak to his knees. “Like Bonnie & Clyde. Except we hunt monsters” he said with a light chuckle.

“Exactly” she laughed, “You were an absolute mess that day, and yet somehow, you convinced me to help you” she said. “And two years later, here I am with you idiots” she teased.

“I happens to be adorable. I’ll try not to take offense to it” he laughed softly before he getting all serious again. “Meeting you has been one of the best things that has happened to us” he said.

Y/n smiled as she felt the same away about them. They’ve gave her a purpose in life and adventures she never imagined before. “Awe, someone’s getting soft” she teased.

Dean shook his head, “just let me finish” he said. He took ahold of her hand this time and looked deeply into her eyes. “You changed my life, Y/n. You changed me. And for the past two years, I’ve been in love with you” he said, finally being able to put his feelings out into the air.

He felt relieved being able to admit his feelings. A weight lifted off his shoulders as he didn’t have to hide them anymore.

Y/n froze to the sudden news. She never would have imagined Dean Winchester to be in love with a girl like her. She loved Dean. She always has. But Dean slept with multiple girls and so she never envision herself having a real relationship with him.

“Y/n… say something.” Dean grew anxious with every second gone by. “I- for two years?” Y/n was still taken aback by the fact he loved her for two freaking years.

“It was the first time I saw you that I discovered what love at first sight was” he confessed. “You made me feel things I never felt before, things I never imagined feeling” he added.

“And seeing you with Sam made me jealous cause I want to be the one to hold you, to make you smile, to make you laugh…” he continued. “But I understand if you like Sam. I just wanted to let you know how I felt because I can’t carry this feeling inside me any longer.”

Y/n stared up at him in complete awe. The way he had let his guard down to confess his love for her. How his cheeks grew red with embarrassment. The way he became all shy and timid. She has never seen Dean act so… so in love.

“S-Sam? You think I have a thing for, Sam?!” She laughed. “D-do you not?” She shook her head, “no dumbass, I don’t like Sam in that particular way” she paused, “I like you.” She placed her hand on his cheek.

As she caressed it, he simply melted into her touch. “I’ve always liked you, Dean. The moment you stumbled into my life with trouble, I knew that the universe had written you for me.” Her words caused his heart to race, a smile forming on his lips.

“You’re the one who keeps me up at night. The one who makes me smile and giggle like crazy. You drive me crazy, Dean Winchester” she told him.

“I just- I never wanted to tell you because I knew you weren’t one to settle down with anyone. So, I kept my feelings hidden. Though it didn’t took long for Sam to notice and tease me about it.” She sighed.

“Sam knew?!” Dean said baffled at the thought why his brother never told him. Could have saved him all the trouble. Y/n nodded, “I sorta made him promise not to tell a living soul” she said giggled.

“So does this means what I think it means?” He asked. “Well, are you going to take me out on an official date?” She questioned as she gently pushed some of his hair back.

Dean smiled like an idiot. “You could ask me to swim across the ocean and I’ll do it just for you” he said while gently cupping her face.

“If a date makes you happy, then a date it is” he slowly leaned closer to her face. “I’d give you the world and more” he said as his lips hover above hers.

“Dean Winchester being so sweet? Who would’ve thought I’d be the reason” Y/n teased as she placed her lips on his, smiling in-between the shared kiss. Dean smiled back, kissing her softly and slowly. He had dreams of this moment and finally it was happening. It was magical and anything he never imagined before.

As they pulled away, they both stared at each other like complete idiot. “Finally!” said Sam as he entered the room. “About damn time. I was getting tired hearing you both yap about each other” he said as he took a seat on the singular couch.

“Now if you excuse me, I got a movie to finish” he said while throwing some popcorn towards them before taking a handful into his mouth. “Bitch” said Dean as he placed his arm around Y/n’s shoulders.

“Jerk.” Sam replied with a mouthful while turning the volume up and resuming to watch the movie.

Dean simple smiled to himself as he had everything he’s ever wanted in life. He had his brother by his side and the girl of his dreams wrapped around him. He couldn’t be happier than in that moment.

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C | Arcángel

summary: God’s righteous angle meets Cas.

perspective: third person

word count: 522

“Who are you?”

The arcángel had questioned her. He has never seen her before; there was something different and disturbing about it.

“What are you?!”

He questioned once again, this time his voice much more demanding and aggressive.

She looked down at Castiel, spreading her white wings, her skin glowing like the moon, as her eyes turned white.

“I am, Y/n. Arcángel and Gauardian of reality. I am everything that was, is and will be.” She said.

Castiel’s expression changed from aggressive to concerned. “I’ve never seen you before. Why make an appearance now?” He asked. “And how do I know you’re telling the truth?” He added.

Castiel stood there before her, watching her take a step closer towards him. Y/n’s expression had changed to serious, putting the fear of God in him, as she had come face to face with him. “Are you questioning your beliefs, Castiel?” She asked.

Cass could feel a knot form in his throat as he was slightly worried. He has come across a lot, but never had he came across an angel he has never known.

“Allow me to show you who I truly am”

She said, touching his forehead as she had shown him glimpse of her true form and everything she has done for centuries since the dawn of time. Once she had shown him, she pulled away and stared at him.

“You…”

She nodded. “I was there to help God created light and darkness” she explained. “I was there to help create the sky and dry lands. The seas and plants. The sun, moon, and stars. I was there for it all.” She told him. “I stood beside him through it all. Until this very moment” she added.

Castiel felt a wave of anger. He pushed her up against the wall, holding her by her blouse. “Why has he abounded us!? Why hasn’t he shown himself to us!?” He yelled. Y/n stared at him, her green eyes soften with peace.

“Without faith there is no God. One must believe in order to please him, because anyone who approaches him must believe that he exists, and that he rewards those who seek him.” She told him.

“Castiel, your time will come when you’ll be able to meet him” she assured. “But as of now, you have a mission here on earth” she told him. “And I’ve been sent here to help you.”

Cass couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but she had restored his hope. He let go of her and backed away as he looked anywhere but her eyes. “I’m sorry… it’s just-” “Don’t apologize, Castiel. It’s all forgiven” she smiled.

“Now, would you kindly show me around? My stay on earth is extended and I’ve heard you’ve adapted well here” she said. Cass smiled a little, “Well I can introduce you to my friends and show you what it means to be a hunter”

Cass was slowly, but surely growing a connection with the arcángel. And with time, he’d grow feelings he never thought would be possible.

A/n: hii, I normally post on Wattpad, but it seems like I’m getting a lot more attention on here. However, if you’d love to head over to Wattpad, my username is lydia29_ . Hope you enjoyed this oneshot. Also, if you know the reference to her powers, you’re a true one.

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S.W | Drunk Confession

summary: y/n gets a bit too drunk, and confesses her feelings unknowingly to sam winchester.

perspective: third person.

word count: 1837

The night was young and the Winchesters & l/n had finished up a case that took several days. It felt good to win. It was a pride and joy feeling they got to feel other than guilt and disappointment from other unsuccessful cases.

"Another round, on me."

Y/n said as she signaled the bartender and pointed at their empty shot glasses. It's been a long day and genuinely, they all needed this. A moment to unwind after a long week of hunting.

"You sure you haven't had enough?"

Sam said as he looked a little concerned. Y/n scoffed, "Now I understand why your brother calls you so uptight. Stop being such a chick, Sam" she said, while taking down another shot of rum.

Sam felt the need to be the one sober for the night. Usually he'd drink a few shared beers with Dean, but being that Y/n was tagging along, it required someone responsible to take care of the two. Dean let out a chuckled, "I'm starting to like her" he said, pointing at her while popping a fry into his mouth. Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance at the two's behavior, they always acted so childish.

•

"Dean, you're drunk-"

"I'm not drunk, I'm awesome" Dean slurred his words, laughing as he clinked his glass of beer with Y/n. They've been drinking for hours and slowly but surely they were starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. Sam shook his head in disappointment, not sure what to do anymore.

"Stop being such a party pooper, Sam and loosen up a little. Just have one drink with us." she insisted while playfully nudging his shoulder with hers.

You'd think since you can't beat them, you might as well join them... but being that Sam was... well Sam, he'd spend the rest of his night looking after the two, hoping they wouldn't get themselves into any trouble.

•

'Na-na-na, come on

Na-na-na, come on'

S&M was blasting through the speakers, while Sam drove the car back to their motel. Dean sat in the passenger seat, his window rolled down as he was swaying his upper body to the beat, bopping his head to the rhythm. Y/n sat in the back, her hands in the air while singing to the top of her lungs.

She could feel the liquor coming up to surface, but managed to contain herself together. She knew if she were to throw up inside the impala, Dean would kill her himself and dispose of the body without a sweat.

'Love is great, love is fine (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

Out the box, outta line (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)'

Sam kept glancing from Dean to Y/n, laughing just a little. He's never seen this side of Dean before. It was nice seeing him all loose and happy, it's as if everything they've done in life so far, all the good and bad things had disappeared for the time being.

"'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it. Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it!!" Y/n sang while Dean tried his very best, but fail miserably as most of his words came out sounding gibberish.

Sam contained his laughter as he kept glancing through the review mirror, watching Y/n dance with a drink in her hand, her eyes closed for the most part, but even so, she looked enticing. The way she was feeling herself. Her lips, her eyes, the was she felt the music through her body.

At one point he lost control of the wheel, causing every one of them to jerk just a little. "Eyes in the road, buddy" Dean said as he took another swig from his beer. Sam looked back only to find that Y/n was no longer in his eyes-of-sight.

"Y/n?" He did a quick look-over only to find her slumped in the backseat, passed out. "Great."

•

Sam pulled into the motels parking lot, putting the car in park before turning off the engine. He sat there for a moment, watching Dean struggle to get out before in doing so. To his surprise, Dean had somehow managed to get inside their motel room without a problem. Sam shook his head and he got out to check on Y/n.

"Y/n?"

He had opened her side door and peeped inside, lightly shaking her awake, but she barely moved except making a few grunting noises.

"Mmh??"

"We're back at the motel... c'mon, let's go" he said softly. He knew he wouldn't get anywhere anytime soon with her current state, so with that being he helped her out. "Careful" he said as he grabbed her by her waist and wrapped one arm around his neck.

"Ok, ok, let's make this easier for you" he said as he scooped her up bridal style and carried her back inside. He used his foot to close the door on the way in, looking around for Dean before noticing him dead asleep on the floor.

"Alright... here we go..."

Said Sam as he gently placed her on her bed. He grabbed a blanket and placed it on her as he then removing her boots. Before he could walk away, Y/n grabbed him by his arm.

"Sam..."

Sam stood there awkwardly, looking down at her as the touch of her hand made him feel all sorts of feelings.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you..." she mumbled as she was trying so hard to open her eyes. "You're a good friend" she slurred, causing Sam to chuckle lightly. "Of course" he replied, "Get some rest."

"Also, you're a cute, Sam." she said, which caught him by surprise. "W-what?"

"You. Are. Cute..." she whispered, "and stupid." Sam was taken aback from her last comment, narrowing his brows together as he tried so hard not to smile. "But I like your stupid face. It's so stupid. It's so... I like it. Can I touch it?" she said while attempting to reach for his face, but was far from her touch.

He laughed a little. "You're drunk, Y/n" he said as he brushing her hair to the side.

"Yes I am. And I'm hopelessly in love with Sam Winchester... but it's a secret. Sam can't find out about this" She mumbled.

Sam could feel his cheek burning up about the confession. A smile so wide he could hardly contain his excitement. "Alright, it's our little secrete then" he reassured her.

"Pshhh"

"Shhhh"

He gestured as he smiled down at her.

"Goodnight, y/n" he said, hoping to get one in return, but she had quickly fallen asleep. He stood there for a little longer, watching her sleep peacefully. He shook his head, smiling like an idiot before going to bed. He figured he'd take the opportunity to enjoy the entire bed to himself, considering that Dean had taken the floor.

•

Y/n had woken up to the room spinning, her eyes having a hard time adjusting to the sunlight that shun in her face. She looked around the room. Dean no where to be seen and Sam sitting by the small table, who seems to be reading something off his laptop.

"What time is it?"

She said as she didn't remember how she gotten to bed last night. Sam looked up and smiled, "It's one in the afternoon. Don't worry, there's no case for the day" he assured her. "There's some ibuprofen and a glass of water right next to you" he pointed.

"You're a life saver"

She said, reaching for it as she popped the pills and swallowed it down with the glass of water. The water had quench her thirst, but she still felt hungover. "What happened last night?" She'd asked.

"You mean you don't remember?"

Y/n shook her head, "the last thing I remember was singing in the car to Rihanna. Which now thinking  back to it, that was pretty embarrassing" she laughed a little. "you have no idea what you did last night" Sam chuckled mischievously, causing Y/n to worry.

"Samuel. What did I do?"

She asked, unsure of what she might've done that could be so bad other than having a karaoke with Dean Winchester. "I was promised not to tell" he said while gesturing his lips sealed.

"Sammy!" She yelled in annoyance, kneeling on her bed as she was intrigued of what she had done last night. Endless of possibilities had ran through her mind, but none that she could remember of. Sam shook his head, a cheeky smile on his lips as he didn't say a word. "C'mon, Sam! Just tell me!" She pleaded.

Sam knew how'd she react if she knew what she'd done last night, and he didn't wanted to put her through that embarrassment. Though there was nothing to be embarrassed about because if he was too being honest, he felt the same way about her.

"Well, if you really wanna know..." he said as he closed his laptop, "you said my face looks stupid" he said pausing before going on. "And that you liked my stupid face."

It all came back to her. She felt her body go numbed and her cheek flush with a bright burning sensation of red. "You remembered now" Sam teased, causing her to grab ahold of a pillow and shoving her face into it. In that moment, she wanted to die.

"Oh. My. God!"

She cried as she got up from her bed. "Sam, I'm so sorry. I-I was drunk, and it felt easier for me to confess... I didn't want you to find out this way. How embarrassing!" She cried as she buried her face into the palm her hands.

Sam quickly got up. "Hey, it's alright" he reassured her, gently removing her hands from her face and holding them in his.

"I'm glad you told me. Cause I don't think I'd ever have the courage to tell you how I felt" he said. "You, too, have a stupid, cute face" he quoted her, laughing just a little. "And I like that" he added.

"You do?"

Sam nodded as he gotten closer to her, closing the gap between them. "I like you, Y/n." He said as he leaned down to place a soft kiss against her lips. All her worries had melted away in that moment of bliss. She'd dream of this very exact moment, but she'd never imagined this is how it'd happen. Over a drunk confession.

They were soon utterly interrupted by Dean, who had bursted into the room with bags of food. "Woah, what I miss?" He said as he had caught them by surprise.

Y/n and Sam looked at each other, a shade of pink on their cheeks as they held hands like kids in love.

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Pretty Boy

pairing: joseph quinn x f!reader

summary: you and jo are getting ready to go back to his trailer when you come to visit him on set. he thinks that you like his character, eddie munson, more than him. you reassure him that you love him for him.

warnings: slight angst because jo doesn’t talk out his feelings for a good bit. fluff at the end because i felt like it:)

authors note: jo can literally take my heart out, step on it, run it over and i’d still be in love.

you were sat next to jo as his makeup was being take off for the day. they hadnt taken the wig off yet so you were playing with the artificial hair as you sat in jo’s lap on your phone. you hadn’t noticed how jo’s mood had deteriorated since he saw you freak out when you first saw him in the eddie costume. he had the idea that you liked the character more than him now.

you obviously had a type. long, dark haired men, with dark eyes and a kind and funny personality. jo without a wig did not have long hair. he had short, curly hair that you had told him over and over you adored. he was starting to doubt that, though. you spent more time playing with the wig that sat atop his short curls, than you do playing with his real hair.

he knew he was probably overthinking, what with not having seen you in a few weeks and having a lot to catch up on. plus he’s always been an over thinker, same as you. he just thinks that, like many people, you only like him with long hair, which he definitely doesn’t want to happen.

when he noticed that you were asking him something, he exited his thoughts and looked at your eyes, zoning in on what was going on around him.

“you okay, love?” you asked softly, having noticed that he was staring off into space and not talking for a good while.

“yeah, babe, i’m good” he smiled small at you, reassuring him slightly, but still making you worried for his current mind set.

you decided to wait until you both got to his trailer to check on him further.

once you arrived at the trailer, you stared and nodded as he mumbled that he was going to get in the shower after the long day. you waited to hear the shower start before sitting on the couch and putting your head in your hands.

was he tired of this relationship? was he tired of you? he started talking less than he used to once you arrived in atlanta, making you think that he wanted little to do with you.

tears slowly fell down your cheeks, tears that wouldn’t go away no matter how much you tried, yet you knew you had to stop them before jo got out of the shower so he wouldn’t see you crying and question you. but they just wouldn’t stop.

your heart hurt, your face burned and your eyes were left watery and red when you heard the water stop running. you quickly grabbed a tissue off the table and wiped your eyes, blowed your nose and hoped to god you didn’t look like you had just been silently sobbing.

once he walked out, he stepped slowly into the small sitting area, hoping you wouldn’t notice the slight redness on his face as well. he cleared his throat to get your attention from the counter. and your head quickly lifted and you sniffed, staring at him with wide eyes but quickly covering it with a smile.

you walked over and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and buried your nose into his neck, sighing softly when his scent comforted you. tobacco and pine. something you never thought would comfort you, but surprisingly did. you loved his smell, just like he loved yours.

when you pulled away he put his hands on your cheeks and smiled at you, you unintentionally smiling back. “what’s wrong?” you whispered making his smile falter slightly.

“nothing, sweetheart” he stated softly, hoping it would convince you. it didn’t.

“don’t lie to me. i can feel you pushing away from me slightly and i don’t know why. did i do something wrong? say something wrong? i need you to tell me. i cant fix it if you don’t.” you whispered, not wanting to disturb the soft, comfortable silence of the room.

“it’s nothing. just me overthinking, it really doesn’t matter.” he spoke, gently pulling away from you and sitting on the couch. you scoffed and shook your head turning to him

“why won’t you tell me? you’re freaking me out and i want to know what i, or anyone else did to make you feel this way.” you said, walking over to him and sitting beside him on the small, two-seater couch.

“my character. that’s what is making me feel this way.” he said sternly, not wanting to have this conversation and simply wanting to sleep or cuddle with you.

“what do you mean? do you not like playing the character? did someone say something bad about the character?” you questioned, leaning towards him.

“no. no, no.” he suddenly spoke loudly, springing up and going to the counter, resting his hands on it and leaning forward, speaking once again, “you-…do you..like my character more than me? cause i know you have a type, and he’s literally the definition of your type and it’s really going to mess with me if you do but i really need to know, because if i don’t i may just go cra-“ “what?! you seriously think that? that i could really love a simple character more than you?” you interrupted him, feeling foolish for yourself and for him. why would he think that?

“not love! simply like because you talk to me a whole lot more when i’m dressed as him instead of as myself.” he spoke sternly, turning to you

“honey..” you said softly, walking over to him and unfolding his arms by wrapping your arms around his waist, “is eddie hot as fuck? yes.” -he smiled at that- “but so are you. you’re so much hotter than him to me. and i love you so, so much. you treat me like a literal queen. i mean hell if i didn’t love you as much as i did i wouldn’t have let you fu-“ he put his hand over your mouth, smiling like an idiot.

“i love you too. i don’t know why i thought that because frankly i should’ve realized that.” he laughed, making you laugh as well.

“now. do you want to sleep, or watch a movie?” you asked, already knowing the answer

“sleep. please.”

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Wanda: I give up. I am so tired. Stephen: Get the emergency supply! Wong: *carries Y/n and places them in front of Wanda* Y/n: *smiles* Wanda: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO

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The Elevator

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC

Summary: Alba is running late for a meeting in the Avengers tower & Tony decides to tinker with the systems so she’s faced with sharing the elevator for a few hours with a certain Shy Super Solider. How will they occupy themselves?

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Smut, 18+, NSFW, Panic Attacks, porn with a slight plot, unprotected vaginal sex, fingering, all the good stuff.

A/N: Everyone lives in the Tower & it's hunky dory after End Game, no one dies & Steve doesn't betray Bucky ... in my head.

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'Wait, hold the door' Alba shouted as she ran down the lobby, luckily the Avengers tower was surprisingly quiet that morning a blessing when she was running late & the elevator was her only hope of getting to her meeting on time.

An unmistakable vibranium arm appeared from the void & stopped the door from closing, shit, she thought, it just had to be Sargent Silent, ugh.

'Thank you, Sargent Barnes, total life saver.' She said smiling at him. As per the norm he said nothing & kept his stoic demeanour focused on the doors without offering so much as a glance in her direction.

Perfect, total silence for 75 floors.

She reached over to the panel pressing the top floor button, his eyes watched her every move & her scent filled his nostrils when she brushed past him to select her destination.

75 floors to talk to her you idiot, Bucky thought. Just say something, anything. He glanced over to the agent whom he had had a crush on since he first met her, he had wanted to speak to her many times but there was always people around, if Sam had found out about it there would be no end to the torment. He knew this was his chance, 75 floors worth of time to be normal to get to know her.

'Running late?' he said breaking the silence?

Alba's head turned towards him so quickly she practically gave herself whiplash.

'What makes you think that?' A simple yes would have done but he'd hadn't ever spoken to her directly before, she knew that would have been the end of the conversation, so she wanted to humour his curiosity. Whenever they were in the same room he would glance at her, sometimes stare but never speak, Sam Wilson would always take over whatever was going on with his outgoing happier than life personality which dwarfed the quiet soldier.

He turned towards her & leaned on the side of the elevator wall having assessed the situation & reached his conclusions. 'Well firstly you sprinted through the lobby screaming to hold the door, that was my first clue.'

'I think scream might be an exaggeration but go on Sherlock' she said smirking.

'Secondly, you said I saved your life. Clearly you needed to be in this exact lift & didn't have time to wait for the next one.'

'Hmm. You may be on to something. Anything else?'

'Well you're wearing a formal outfit instead of what you normally do, you look amazing by the way. And you're heading to the top floor, so I'm thinking meeting or job interview.'

'You are quite the observant one Poirot, all correct of course. Thank you for the outfit comment I wasn't sure if it was too much.'

Bucky then did something that turned Alba's legs to jelly. He very boldly looked Alba up & down, then back up with a look of approval.

'Definitely not too much.' His face had the biggest smirk plastered over it, the urge to pin her against the wall & fuck her senseless was bubbling to the surface. He could feel himself growing as he imagined hearing her scream his name whilst slamming into her full force.

There was a deafening boom above them, their eyes met as the elevator lights flickered, he saw the terror on her face & then nothing but darkness.

'Alba, you ok?' he reached out to her in the pitch black, he could hear her breathing getting heavier. His eyes adjusted he could see her slumped in the corner on the verge of a panic attack.

He quickly moved down to the floor, making sure not to startle her.

'Hey, look at me. You need to calm down, we're fine. It's just a power cut.'

The panic rose in her & she was struggling to breathe.

'B... uc ... I .. I'.

'Shit.' He held her shoulders with both hands, then moved his hands down her arms to her clenched palms.

'Ok I need you to watch my chest & try to match your breathing with mine' he moved their combined hands onto his chest, she could feel where his vibranium arm attached to his chest. Although Bucky normally wouldn't ever let anyone touch him, he had always wanted Alba to feel all of him just not in these circumstances.

The distraction of him holding her hand, & the feeling of his chest returned her breathing to normal & the panic subsided. Still holding her hand, he used the other to move her hair behind her ear before moving next to her.

'thanks' she whispered,

'Why are you whispering?' he whispered back

'It's dark, seems fitting. How did you know what to do?'

'I saw it on TV once, it was either that or kiss you.' He playfully whispered.

'hmm maybe next time we should try the other method & see which is most effective.'

Bucky's head turned to Alba's, even in the dark she could tell he was grinning.

'Very scientific.' He noted.

'I like to think of myself as a pioneer of sorts' she joked.

Bucky's laugh filled the elevator making Alba smile. A buzzing noise disrupted his laugh.

'Is that your arm?'

He shifted his body, pressing up against her as he reached into his back pocket & produced his phone.

'No, my cell phone'

'That's a real shame' that comment laced with the disappointment on her face set off a thirst in his mouth only she could quench. Seeing the caller I.D. he reluctantly accepted the interruption.

'Tony, what the hell's going on? I'm stuck in the elevator, yes i'm with Agent Max, why?'

Having been given an instruction he held the phone out to Alba.

'He wants to speak to you.'

'Hey Tony, care to help out your unofficially adopted favourite child & rescue me from the elevator'

'Sorry Kid I'm a little busy, how you are holding up?'

'I'm ok now, Sargent Barnes helped me not die of a panic attack.'

The super soldier to her left could hear the whole conversation with his heightened hearing abilities. He knew that she knew Tony but didn't know they were that close, from the panic attack alone he sensed she had had a trauma he didn't know about & for Tony to immediately be the one to call her concerned confirmed it.

'I'm working on the tower, if I had known you were taking the elevator today I would have warned you.'

'Like I said I'm fine for now. How long are we going to be in here?'

'A few hours at least.'

'Seriously, I'm already on the cusp of another. How hot must you keep this tower T? Are the cameras working, I need to cool down? '

'No, they're offline ... are you really going to strip off in front of the Manchurian candidate?' Bucky unconsciously licked his lips at the thought of being trapped in an elevator with the woman he fantasised about in her underwear. It was like his lucky day panic attack aside.

'Sure, why not. It's pretty dark in here. I'm sure Sergeant Barnes will cope with it'

'Hold on, there's some emergency lighting I should be able to give you two some mood lighting.'

A low humming noise sounded with a dimmed light source emitting from the doors.

'A bit better' she tuned & smiled at Bucky who was looking at her like he was going to pounce, the swell she felt in her pussy knew she was going to scratch the itch she felt when she first laid eyes on the super solider.

'Do me a favour T, just text Sargent Barnes when you are about to turn the power back, so I can make myself look presentable.'

As Alba handed the phone to Bucky, he took both the phone & her hand in his & pulled her forward into his chest, his metal hand traced its way up her arm to her face which he held in his hand.

His eyes were locked on to hers & flickered to her lips, she nodded as his lips crashed into hers, he couldn't hold back any longer & he kissed her, all tongue, teeth & passion.

'Just making sure you don't have another panic attack.' He gasped once their lips parted.

'Worked like a charm. Might need more' thats all the words Bucky needed to latch himself to her neck desperate to find her sweet spot.

Alba sensing his urgency flipped one leg over his to straddle his lap immediately feeling the hard bulge in his jeans, as she ground down onto him for some much-needed friction, his hand held her hips rocking them where she sat eliciting moans from them both hungry for more. His hands began to move over her body, untucking the blouse & lifting the silk over her head, she reciprocated removing his jacket & shirt needing to feel his skin on hers.

'I've thought about fucking you since the moment we met' he confessed between kisses.

'I want you to fuck me so hard you have to carry me out Solider, can you do that?' as they pressed their foreheads together he nodded grinning widely before reconnecting lips.

'Oh, darlin' I'll be carrying ya straight to my room & not letting you out, you're mine now.' He growled between tender kisses, as much as Alba despised possessive men Bucky claiming her as his turned her on more than she would ever admit, there was something about the man, something so feral yet soft, it was a dangerous combination she wouldn't be able to quit once she had a taste. She could feel herself throbbing in anticipation for what was about to happen, Bucky pushed her skirt further up her waist giving him access to her core.

'Fuck those are some sexy panties, you wear those everyday sweetheart?' he began moving his hand up her thigh, sending her head back in pleasure as she moaned to his touch.

'Was waiting for you to come to your senses & fuck me big boy, I've been waiting. Fuck me with those big fingers' she pleaded.

Bucky didn't need asking twice, he pushed the lace aside brushing his index finger along her slit teasing her folds, she writhed at his soft delicate touch. The tip of his finger met her clit making her jolt forward in pleasure, he caught her lips with his as she moaned into his mouth & he slipped a finger into her wet pussy.

'Fuck James, fuck that feels good.'

The name James falling from her lips sounded so right to him, he didn't want her to stop saying his name, it wasn't the name you'd give for a casual hook up it was the name you'd call your partner, your love, he wanted that, he wanted it all from her.

'God you're so tight, so wet for me darlin', he slipped in another finger stretching her further, making her let out a loud moan as he increased the pace of his fingers, curling them trying to find her spot.

'There James, fuck, there, oh my god.' The pleasure ripped through her, as she bounced up & down on his fingers, unashamedly fucking herself whilst he concentrated on circling her clit.

'Come on my fingers darlin, I want to taste your pussy on them.' He growled into her ear, she couldn't imagine her shy super solider to speak such wonderful filth to her, she loved him commanding her & taking control.

'Yes Sargent Barnes, Yes sir. I'm close, fuck, fuck.' She felt the white-hot release flow from her on to Bucky's fingers, a release she hadn't ever felt as powerful or pleasurable, as she rode out her climax his lips were all over her, his tongue in her mouth, down to her neck & her shoulder, kissing, biting, sucking.

Once her haze had lifted Bucky gently removed his fingers, his eyes didn't break from hers, he moved his hand to his mouth, tasting her, she pulled his fingers to hers & she sucked up her remaining juices. Bucky's eyes were feral, in one swift motion he climbed to his feet with her still wrapped around him, supported by his vibranium arm, he pushed her hard against the wall, re-attaching their swollen pink lips.

'Mmmm James, I need you'

'Tell me darlin, tell me what you want'

'Fuck me Sargent, fuck me hard with that big cock' she didn't care how desperate she sounded, the need to be filled with him overtaking any shame she could possibly feel.

Bucky frantically undid the button on his jeans, whilst Alba kissed down his neck, sucking on his shoulder moaning in anticipation, he managed to release his cock & line it up with her folds.

He lowered her down onto his tip, she could feel the stretch of her walls as he made his way deeper, the pain pleasure barrier being pushed to the maximum at his sheer size. She couldn't help but thank that Super Solider Serum for this specimen of a man about to plough her.

'Fuck, you're so tight but i'll fit darlin' don't you worry, this pussy was made for me.' He cooed into her ear in his deep commanding voice.

'James, god, it feels so good. Pound me please, I need to be fucked hard.'

As soon as that command left her lips the solider got to work, he began to move his hips with speed & power, repeatedly pulling his cock out almost all the way & then slamming into her, her pussy taking the punishment with moans & groans, the pleasure ripping her in two as the muscular man gave her everything he had.

'I won't last long darling, you're going to have to cum on my cock, fuck your pussy feels so good gripping around me.'

He moved his vibranium hand to her pussy, the cool metal sending electricity throughout her core at the sensation against her clit, he rubbed & circled it knowing he was close, her tits bounced as he drove into her sending him closer & closer to his high.

'Fuck darlin I'm gonna cum, cum with me when I'm filling you up & fucking it into your sweet pussy.'

The filth spewing from his mouth sent her to another level of pleasure combined with his hips pounding into her, his vibranium fingers furiously circling her clit & his warm release coating her insides. She came hard onto his cock, her walls gripping his cock even tighter as she milked all the cum from him & twitching at the now oversensitive bundle of nerves being stimulated.

If her previous orgasm had been her most intense this sent her to another stratosphere of pleasure, the combination of being filled to the brim with Bucky's hard thick cock & his fingers on her whilst he talked pure filth ruined her for life, she knew she would never have it better than with James Buchanan Barnes, the soft shy teddy bear with a feral side only she could awaken.

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This could be a one shot but could do a part 2 maybe the aftermath, maybe they sneak around the complex fucking in various places. Let me know if you want me to.

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IKEA Adventures

Peter Parker x f!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) loves IKEA so much and needs Peter to understand why, so they end up going on an IKEA date.

Warnings: Mostly fluff and some Peter and (Y/N) IKEA crack. Kinda steamy at the end, but also not really - maybe like PG13

A/N: this is kinda long, but I'm really proud of it and I hope you guys like it 😉

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"Thank you so much baby" (Y/N) beamed at Peter, who stood next to her. His hand on her waist steadied her as the subway car clacked along the rails, gripping slightly tighter each time she swayed a little.

"No problem angel", he turned to face her, matching her smile, "I wanted to do this with you anyway, I need to know what makes you love going to IKEA so much".

"Peter how can you not love IKEA?!", she exclaimed, catching the attention of a few others on the train, as she waved her arms in the air frantically, "it's literally a theme park but for free"

"(Y/N) you do know that Mr Stark has flown us and the avengers to Disneyland multiple times", he grinned, "for no reason … on a school night".

"Yeah I know and that is always great, welcomed and always appreciated", she protested, crossing her arms across her chest, pouting, "but this ... this is a whole other version of fun"

"Alright whatever you say (Y/N)" he replied, trying to keep a straight face, as she comically frowned at him, "I guess I just have to find out".

"Peter were finally here!" she squealed, squeezing his hand in excitement, "this is gonna be so fun!"

He laughed, swaying their joint hands back and forth, “you’re so cute”. As a red color spread across his face, he turned away from her, mumbling to himself, “did I really just say that out loud?”. Peter still seemed to get flustered about how she’d react to a compliment from him, even though they had been dating for a months now.

Smiling she leaned her head on his shoulder as they got on the escalator, “Thank you”. He didn’t reply, but tilted his head so that it touched hers, a silent act of affection that always seemed to calm him down.

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“Oh my gosh– baby look bunk beds!” Peter exclaimed, his eyes shining in anticipation, as he tugged their connected hands towards them, “they’re so cool”.

“And you thought it wouldn’t be exciting here”, she giggled at his excitement, “but you already have a bunk bed”.

“You know, sometimes I’d like to pretend like I don’t, so I could convince myself I need one”, he pouted, “plus, you can never have enough bunk beds”.

Eventually they had to leave the bunk beds, much to Peters despair. “Thank you for always being the best, I’ll love you forever”, he ended after giving them a goodbye speech complete with fake tears.

“You’re such a dork”, she smiled, shaking my head as I took his outstretched hand into mine.

“But I’m your dork, right?”, he grinned, pulling me closer.

“Fortunately, you are”, she answered, tilting her head up to plant a kiss on his cheek.

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“I swear if this isn’t my kitchen in the future”, she declared, throwing the arms across the counter top, “I’d never forgive myself”.

“(Y/N), don’t you think that’s a bit too far for a kitchen with an island?”, he looked at her quizzically.

“Peter, how could you say that?!”, she exclaimed, throwing my arms into the air, “this kitchen is like my baby, I see it every time I come to IKEA and I would die for it”.

He rolled his eyes affectionately, while watching as I opened and closed the fridge. Lost in his thoughts a little as he admired how she managed to find such extreme joy in the simplest of things.

“Oh my gosh– Peter!!” she screamed, hands at the sides of her face, her eyes wide, as she stared at an open drawer.

“What’s wrong babe?!”, he asked, worried … mostly about the chance of a roach being in there.

“They added lights to the drawers”, she squealed, “if I had lights in my drawers, I wouldn’t need to switch on anything if I was cooking at night”.

“(Y/N), you don’t cook”, he deadpanned, slamming his palm against his forehead, “neither of us do … that’s why we’re always getting pizza”.

“Maybe I would if my drawers lit up”, she claimed, placing her hands on the sides of her face in awe.

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“Peter why did we get so much food”, (Y/N) groaned in pain as they sat at the cafeteria, plates piled around them with the remains of what was once their lunch.

“Cause it was affordable and so good”, he managed to utter, as he rested his head on the cold surface of the table, in an attempt to ease the ache in his belly after eating too much.

“Our fatal flaw” she cried out, slamming her hand across her face as she slumped down on her seat, “we can never resist a good deal”.

“But baby the meatballs were so good”, he exclaimed, waving his hands around to stress his point.

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“Oh my gosh, (Y/N), we gotta go up there”, he whispered to her, as the pair wandered around the warehouse looking section of the furniture store, towards the end of their adventure.

“This is probably a bad idea”, she began, stroking his chin in an animated manner, “but, you know what it sounds fun … so let’s do it anyway”.

Looking around to make sure no one was watching; he quickly grabbed the girl’s waist lightly and rose his hand in the air. A long, white cord, barely visible to anyone else shot out, attaching to the ceiling, yanking the pair into the air. (Y/N) instinctively clutched his neck and curled her legs around his waist, pushing her face into the crook of her neck. No matter how many times he did this, she was always still amazed at the whole act of it and it always left her in a daze of adoration for him.

Landing gently on the floor of the shelf, without making a single sound, Peter gently loosened his hold on his girlfriend to allow her to stand again.

“Just 5 more seconds”, she murmured, still clutching tightly onto his body, giving her heart time to stop racing.

He chuckled softly, placing a soft kiss on her forehead as he continued to hold her.

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After a few minutes, she lowered her legs, allowing him to set her down and the two found themselves curled up together, with Peter setting his head down on her lap. (Y/N) found that her hand instantly reached his hair to run her fingers through it, occasionally tugging with the smallest amount of force, which caused him to hum softly. Eventually he shut his eyes, drifting to sleep.

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“Peter?”, (Y/N) called out while gently shaking his shoulders.

He slowly gained consciousness, blinking his eyes a few times to adjust them to the light. Turning to face the girl, who was smiling softly at him, he pulled himself up into a sitting position next to her, giving her a sleepy, lopsided grin.

“Thank you for today”, she spoke shyly, turning away from his gaze, “I love you so much”.

“I love you too” he replied softly, bringing a hand up tilt her face towards him, connecting their lips for a sweet kiss. As he deepened the kiss, she moved to straddle his hips, causing him to let out a soft groan. Smiling against his lips, she tangles her fingers in his hair. As Peter starts moving down her neck, she lets out a small whimper as he starts sucking lightly.

“The store will be closing in 30 minutes”

The unknown voice rang out loudly, startling the pair. Pulling away in awe of each other, they sat in silence for a few minutes.

“Baby, the store’s gonna close soon”, he spoke voice still raspy from sleep, “and I don’t think either of us want to get stuck here”.

(Y/N) let out a whine, but untangled herself from him. Sighing she replied, “you’re right, even IKEA would be creepy at night”

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As the they sat on the subway, on their way to Peter’s apartment for a movie marathon (A/N: Star Wars of course 😉), she shuffled closer to him, passing him one end of her headphones, playing their shared playlist. As the music began, he lifted their intertwined hands, to place a soft kiss on the back of her palm. Smiling she rested her head on his shoulder, hoping for more adventures like this with him.

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A Chance

Summary: Peter needs help and you don’t hesitate to go to him

Warnings: fluff, little bit of angst

Reader: Male Reader

Pairings: Peter Parker x Male Reader

Word Count: 1588

A/n: Part One - 17 Again

Masterlist

You were in the middle of splitting wood for your fireplace when the sound of an expensive jet comes over your house. You look up and see said jet skimming over the treetops. It lands in a meadow a quarter of a mile away. You recognized the jet but didn’t know who could possibly be flying to see you.

Wedging your axe into the stump you take long strides to get to the aircraft. Once you break away from the trees you see Happy jogging over to you. You hadn’t seen Happy since Tony’s funeral a few months ago. 

Happy was one of the only people you were close with that didn’t get dusted. You used to meet up with him at least once every few months. But since everyone came back he became too busy.

You were happy to see him but not with the frantic look on his face. He didn’t have to say anything but you knew that for whatever reason he was here it was for Peter.

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Swing | Tom Holland

You are Tom Holland's girlfriend and on set to see Tom and Zendaya film the Post-Credit scene for Spiderman : Far from home. You get jealous when you see, Zendaya clinging on to Tom while they swing. When Tom gets to know, he has a plan in mind.

Warnings : Fighting. A place that i made up. Slight hint of smut. Making out. Moaning. Mostly Fluff, don't worry. I think its short. Don't judge, use your imagination for a bit.

Containing : Fluff, angst.

Pairing : You and Tom Holland.

"...And Action!!"

You knew she didn't mean it. It was just her job, and she was getting paid for it. But the not-so familiar anger was boiling in you. You wanted to get it out as soon as possible, so that it doesn't get into your head. So you don't get mad, and probably risk it all. You were here for only one thing. To see your boyfriend act on a real set, and watch him act as the Spiderman, the role he was so proud of. You were so bloody proud of him, he had gotten into the Marvel Franchise, so many fans loving him out there. You honestly couldn't be more proud of your Tom.

Your Tom.

Oh god, stop it.

The scene they were shooting included MJ clinging on to Peter, so that he could hold her while they swing through the streets of Queens for their first official date. You shrugged it off, playing it cool when Tom told you, and teased you that you would be jealous. You really thought you would be fine. But right now, you were totally not fine.

Zendaya was a good friend of yours, and you know she wouldn't try anything with Tom. You knew she liked him as the annoying and cute little co-worker she had to work with. And Tom loved you. Oh how much he loved you. So, you didn't want to ever let him think that you doubting him.

But you weren't doubting him, you were possessive.

And between all the cuddles and kisses, it never crossed your mind that Tom will have to kiss other women in the films and projects he works in. But you were alright with it. It was fine. It was going to be fine.

"And cut!"

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you heard the director yell. Tom and Zendaya laughed after, and said their goodbyes as he headed towards you. He took pulled his Spiderman mask off, and smiled as he ran towards you. You smiled back, but you knew your heart had sunk, and you also knew that Tom would know it. But you tried your best, and genuinely smiled. "Hey love!"

"Hey spider-boy!" You said cheekily.

He smiled as he rolled his eyes. You put your hand on his neck as he pulled you close by your waist, and you both kissed deeply. You took in his honey, homey smell, and your hand went through his beautiful brown curls. "Hey! We agreed on no intense PDA!!" Jacob yelled. You both pulled back, breathless. Everybody was looking at you both, and Tom silently whined and buried his neck in your neck as he noticed Jake Gyllenhaal smirking at him. You chuckled at him. "Shut up, Jacob."

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You were sitting in the car next to Tom, in the passenger seat, as he drove back to your house. It was 6 o'clock and the streets were busy with people with jobs and work trying to head back home to their families.

"So, that scene was bloody cool, right?"

"Yeah."

"I mean did you see me swing around the pole? That was awesome. And 'daya was so great, you know? She was like, perfect. I mean, she didn't even slip off, the scene was perfect!!"

"yeah, it was good."

Your heart rate went up when you realized that Tom had noticed your poor mood at the time. He noticed your face. Your eyes were drooped down as you watched the purple sky turning into dark blue, there were wrinkles on your forehead, but not like the cute ones when you're concentrating on something, but like you're upset about something. Your cheeks were down, so were the corner of your lips. He exhaled shortly as he understood something was up.

Tom took a sudden turn. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see, darling."

He stopped and parked infront of the firefly garden, the place you both came to when you want to talk, or just sit in silent. It was the only place where there was a guarantee that you won't be chased by reporters or paparazzi, and you both will be able to take a breath.

Tom exhaled and turned towards you, and took your hands. "Something's bothering you." It wasn't a question, it was rather a statement. He didn't need to ask you, he knew you too well. For all the 7 and a half months that you've been dating, Tom has been the most wonderful boyfriend, and you knew the pain of guilt in your chest you were going to feel if you tell him the truth.

"Don't bother lying."

Just like he could read your mind. You chuckled, and moved towards him as you hid your head in his broad chest. "Its embarrassing and silly."

"Well, you'll just have to tolerate a little taunting from me if thats the situation." He said as he stroked your head. You nuzzled your head more into his chest as you sighed. "I know you're just doing your job, but its not like you have to hold her so tight..I mean does she have to cling so tightly to your neck!? I mean i'm not getting angry, and i know she isn't meaning it, but its not method acting! S-she can just slightly keep her hands on you!.."

"Love-"

"And why is it that they have to tell her to keep her head nuzzled in your neck!! I mean you can just keep your heads away from each other and still look like you're in love!..I mean you're freakin' actors its what you do.."

You exhaled out loudly as you held tightly onto his chest. You didn't have the courage to get up and look at him, but you could practically feel him smirking and hear his thoughts. You feel his chest rumble a bit when he tries to stifle his laugh. You felt embarrassed and punched his arm. "Hey!"

"Quit laughing, you git!"

"Oh c'mon! Its cute when you're jealous!" He grins as your cheeks turn red and you try to look away. "M' not jealous!"

"Yes, Love, yes you are."

You feel anger bursting in you, as more upsetting thoughts entered your head. Your boyfriend was laughing at you. You looked around insecurely, but Tom didn't notice. He was giggling. "I can't believe you're jealous! And over all that, you're jealous of 'daya!!"

You felt little under his big and loud laugh.

But you slightly smiled for him. "Yeah, sorry." You whispered. "Come on! I'm starving." He said, smiling. But he looked at you as you stared out at the window your eyes still sad. "Hey, are you okay?"

You looked at him and nodded.

.....

All the way ride home, Tom kept giggling and laughing as you looked outside the window. "God! Its so cold in here." He kept glancing at you. But you didn't bother to notice him. You were too busy looking out in the city, traffic everywhere, the sun setting in the west, as students came along their bikes. "You wanna slide next to me?" Tom asked. But you just hummed indicating to say no.

And if he looked closely, did he just see you move away from him?

Something was still wrong. He could tell, and also he knew that it wasn't about Zendaya or the scene, no, it was something else.

He pulled in the driveway of his apartment. Even though the movie was named 'Far From Home' it was actually just 20 minutes from his. "H-hey, we're home.." He told you, but you wouldn't budge. His eyebrows got scrunched up together as he slowly tapped you on your shoulder. You jumped and were startled at the touch. You were interrupted from your mind-numbing overthinking. It was the moment Tom realized that you weren't looking outside, you were rather busy in your thoughts.

You both got home, you went straight to get a shower, not a word to Tom. He was confused by your acting, and wanted to confront you, again. But he wanted to check on you. He wanted this night to go smoothly, and then he would ask you.

You came out of the bathroom to be met with the most delicious smell of popcorn. You took a deep breath and exhaled. You put on your oversized hoodie and some shorts and went out. Tom had put on Tangled, your favourite disney movie. You smiled as you saw him make the sofa comfortable for you, big and fluffy cushions along with the most cuddly blankets. There were skittles and chocolate ice-cream, with popcorn and cheetos. "Hey, Love.."

Tom came and kissed your forehead, he took your hands swiftly and lead you to the sofa. You giggled at him being lovey-dovey. "What?"

"Nothing." You said and smiled at him. "No please tell me," You looked at him confusion visible on your face. "Something happened? Didn't it? You're still down." He gestured vaguely. You looked at him with slight smile on your face, you leaned in and kissed his cheek lovingly. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I just didn't like the way you, um.."

You hesitated. Tom sighed and kissed your lips, he deepened at pulled you closer by the waist. Tom pulled back and rested his forehead on yours and sighed. "I'm sorry."

You took his neck in your hands and looked in his warm brown eyes. "Its alright. It just made me upset. Please don't do that again,"

"I won't I promise." He replied back to you and kissed your forehead again. Little did you know that Tom was cooking up a surprise for you.

.....

"Is it ready??" Tom was excited and hella nervous. He wasn't sure whether you'll like it or not. After that night, he understood that laughing at your girlfriend is not a nice thing to do, or as Zendaya said as she swatted him on the head, and I quote, his action was stupid as fuck, and she wished to hit him in the head with a tool that builds up buildings. When she saw Tom's confused face she sighed and swatted him again as she said 'bricks'.

"Would you calm down, dude? Its going to be perfect!" Jacob yelled.

Tom panted as he ran from one place to another. He wanted it to be more than perfect, like you. "Are you going to wear the suit?!"

"I can't find--"

Suddenly the red and blue cloth landed on his face as he halted. He took it off and he saw Zendaya infront of him, with her hands on her waist. "You mess this up, I'm coming for you." Tom put his hands up in surrender. "Um..guys, do any of ya'll own a bullet?" Everyone nodded 'no'. "Any chance an Olive Green Royal Enfield Bullet doesn't belong to Y/n?"

Now was a time to really panic.

"Guys!!! Y-You have to go!"

"Calm down! We're going! Jacob quick!"

Everyone was scurrying off, as Tom looked at them. Panic had flooded his mind, and he was quickly hiding the spiderman suit but failing miserably. But he's got his buddies. "God! Can't you do one thing right?!"

"Harrison!!!!"

"Sorry man! Zendaya's got in my head," He shakes his head, "Good luck man, okay? She loves you."

Tom nodded at him and looked towards the entrance. His heart was doing flips and he just wanted to see you and kiss you, honestly. He ran out to meet you as you were keeping your helmet on your bulllet's handle. You were wearing a classic flannel over one of your white T-backs. "Hey Love!!" You turned your head to look at the idiot you fell in love with.

You honestly didn't know what this was. It was wednesday night. A random evening out somewhere...familiar. It felt kind of familiar. The twists and turns you took to get here felt really familiar. And you think one of the turns you took were so instinctive, like you've been here before. "Hey! Where are we? You said this was a date night! What did you plan, Tom?"

"Woahh, calm down with the questions, Honey. Its a surprise remember?" You groaned. "But you know I don't like surprises!"

"But you like being a part of planning them" Tom teased you. "Because its fun to see the reaction of the person thats receiving the surprise!" You said giddily, as Tom grinned. He kissed your cheek and told you to keep your eyes closed. "You keepin' them closed?"

"Yes! Tom i'm getting impati--"

Tom gently took your hands from your eyes and kissed them as you opened your eyes. The lights lit as you looked at the place, and you gasped as you saw your boyfriend in his spiderman suit as he swung around you with one hand out pointing at the set up he did for you. It was the Spider man : Far From Home set. The sets were up, and you looked around. Everything was perfect. He did this for you.

"T-Tom this i-is, I-I..."

"All for you."

"B-But"

"Shut up and enjoy this." He said quickly and came down as he pulled his mask down. He came towards you and pulled you flushed towards him, and kissed you. He pulled you more closer by the waist, if that's even possible, as he kissed you more deeply and passionately. You slid your hands from his waist to his chest and then up his neck to his curls that you loved so much. You tugged at them harshly as Tom slid his tongue over your lower lip. He growled into your mouth as he held you by waist more possessively and pulled you up. You whimpered slightly as you felt his tongue sliding past your pink lips. "Tom...." You moaned. You both didn't want to pull back, but Tom wanted to go along the plan.

"Don't worry, we're going to continue that back home." He growled into your ear as you blushed and bit your lip.

He took you around the set, swinging as if he was really spiderman, and as if it was really a city. Then he took a sudden turn, and you halted as you ran where he went. "Tom, where did you-Wow."

"Hey, darling."

He came behind you and slid his arms around your waist. The view was beautiful, the moon was shining as you saw the stars sparkling above the buildings. "Isn't this the building where in homecoming you stopped and ate a sandwich?"

"Best sandwiches in New York." He said and you chuckled. "So how are we getting up there, is there a lift here or--"

Suddenly Tom lifted you up as you squealed and screamed. "You ready?" He whispered in your ear. "Ready for what--AHH!!"Tom swung you around, and you held on tight to him as you screamed his ear off and covered your eyes by hiding your face in his neck. "Cmon, Love, enjoy the ride! Open your eyes! Please for me."

You finally opened your eyes but still kept your forehead against his cheek. "Shhh, come on. Look at the view!" You reluctantly pulled back, and then looked upfront. Your breath hitched when you see it, you were feeling the wind in your hair--

"WOAHH----"

"AHH TOM-"

You both crashed down on the roof as you rolled over. You grunted and stood up again. "I thought you were a 'pro' at this, spidey-boy." "Shut up." He said and muttered profanities at Harrison for messing this up. "Ughhh. Anyways, surprise!!"

"What surprise--Wow. You really outdid yourself this time."

"Because I love you."

He came from behind and you kissed him, and then gave him a small, cute peck. You saw the table he'd set, not necessarily, obviously, you knew some way or another Zendaya helped him, but it was beautiful, you loved him for it. The candles were lit on the tablecloth, a red rose in the slim pencil jar. Cute Fairy lights were lit with some photos hung on clips. It was like a dream.

"This is so beautiful." You whispered to him as he led you to the table.

"All for you."

"So, mam what will you like for tonight? Or should I tell you the specials??" Suddenly a really familiar voice came from behind you. You turned your head really fast, and what you saw made you want to laugh your ass off. "Harrison! Sam! What are you doing?"

"No ma'am, we're your waiters for the night. So champagne or wine?"

You looked at Tom and chuckled as you started to shake your head. "Champagne?"

.....

"So ma'am what for desert?"

You turned to see Zendaya. She had her hair tied up in a bun, a suit on and a fake mustache. You laughed and stood up. "Oh look, I have the most handsome waiter ever." Tom raised his eyebrows. "Oh, are we flirting with the waiter now??" He asked cockily. "Well, the waiter is more handsome than you."

"You're looking beautiful, today mam." Zendaya said to you and you just linked your elbows into hers, and grinned. Zendaya bowed as she gave you a rose. You laughed as she winked at you. "Hey! You're stealing my date!" Tom said and you both laughed.

"So, what will you have for desert?"

"I think we will have desert some place else." Tom said suggestively as you blushed. "Shut up, Tom."

"Its okay, bye Y/n."

"Bye Zendaya, thanks for everything." You whispered to her.

"Come on, Love."

.....

"AHHHH--"

"OH MY GOD-"

"Tom, I love you and all. But when we get home, tomorrow morning I'm going to kill you and Harrison!"

"I love you so much. And I'm all yours."

You giggled and kissed him. "All mine."

.....

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35 Questions for Fanfiction Writers! ✨

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The real reason Haley left Hotch. 

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THIS VIDEO KILLED ME IM TYPING THIS FROM MY GRAVE GOODBYE

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STEVE HAD ME WEAK LMAOOO

MCU characters and how they deal with Corona:

LMAO! STEVE!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

And Thor! Not nice man!! Loki then proceeds to steal from Thor's hoard and gives it to people ✌️

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Natasha: [walks in covered in blood] Good Morning everyone.

Tony:

Bruce:

Thor:

Steve: Natasha.... your dress-

Natasha: what about it?

Clint: [munching on Cheerios] it’s a nice dress.

Natasha: Thanks, it has pockets! [reaches into her pockets and pulls out a bloody knife] See?

Clint: oh shit, really? That’s awesome!

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“You’re both gay and single. Do with that what you will.” LMAOO! SOMEONE ENGRAVE THIS ON MY STONE WHEN I DIE

Bucky feels his bed dip as someone gets in on the other side of the queen-size mattress. He doesn’t need to see who it is, because of course, it’s his best friend Natasha. They share an apartment, and on rare occasions she gets night terrors and crawls into bed with him. She never reaches out for him, just wants the comfort of knowing someone else is there with her once her sleep paralysis subsides. He doesn’t pay much attention to her and settles back in, falling asleep quickly. 

The next morning, Bucky awakes abruptly to the sound of snoring. It doesn’t sound like Natasha’s soft snore, though. No, this is more of a five pound weight stuck in a blender. He rolls over to see what’s wrong with his red-headed friend. 

That’s not Natasha. It’s a man. There’s a man. In his bed. 

He quickly bolts from the bed as silently as he can and makes a beeline for Natasha’s room. He doesn’t even bother to knock. He flings the door open and shakes her. “Natasha!” he says in a stage whisper. “Nat! Wake up!”

“Huh? Wha-?” It’s all she can manage to get out this early and without coffee.

“There’s a man in my bed.”

“Good for you.” She rolls over and gives him a thumbs up. “Way to get laid, Barnes.”

Bucky throws up his hands and rolls his eyes. “Nat. I don’t know who this guy is. I thought he was you last night.”

That makes her sit up, her hair going in all directions. She pushes it off of her face but doesn’t try to fix the rest of it. “Wait. You didn’t go out last night.”

“I didn’t.” 

“And there’s a guy in your bed?”

“Yes!”

“Fuck.” She throws off the covers, hops out of bed and pushes past him, making her way to his room. She stops short when she sees the man in his bed. “You really do have a guy in your bed.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying.” 

“How did he get there?”

“I don’t know!”

She rushes back to her room. Bucky hears some rattling and hopes she doesn’t wake the guy, although from the sounds of his snoring, it shouldn’t be an issue. She returns with a baseball bat. “Let’s get to the bottom of this.” Bucky steps back and lets her do her thing, because Nat on a tear is a force to be reckoned with. 

Natasha steps quietly into Bucky’s room. She leans over the bed and nudges the guy with the baseball bat. Nothing happens. She nudges harder and his breathing catches and he flips over, but he doesn’t wake up. 

“Oh, my god,” she says.

“What?”

“That’s 4B. Fucking 4B is in your bed!”

“Bullshit.” Bucky steps into the room. There’s no way the hot guy from 4B is in his bed. Hell, Bucky has jerked off to thoughts of 4B and his ridiculously cut body, perfectly trimmed beard, too long hair, and piercing blue eyes. What the hell is he doing in Bucky’s bed? 

Natasha nudges him again. “Hey. Steve. Time to wake up.”

“Steve?” Bucky has only ever exchanged a quick “Hi” with him in the hallway. It never even occurred to him to find out his name. “How do you know his name?” Natasha rolls her eyes at him. 

Another nudge and Steve wakes up with a jolt. He scrambles out of the bed, taking the covers with him. “What are you doing in my room?”

“Steve, it’s me. Natasha.”

“Natasha?” Steve looks around Bucky’s room. “Where am I?”

“In our apartment,” Nat says at the same time Bucky says “In my bed.” 

One of Steve’s hands goes to his hair and he brushes back the loose strands. “Wait. I’m in your apartment?”

“Hell of a night, huh?” Nat asks, cocking an eyebrow. 

Steve plunks down on the bed. “Oh, god. I’m so sorry. I must’ve stumbled into your apartment by mistake last night after the guys dropped me off.” 

Bucky stares at Nat. “Did you leave the door unlocked again?”

“Oops?” she says, shrugging her shoulders. “Anyway,” she says as a way to deflect attention from her. “Steve, Bucky. Bucky, Steve. You’re both gay and single. Do with that what you will.” And she turns to go back to her room. 

“So…”

“So…”

“I should probably get going,” Steve says. He drops the blanket and looks to the floor. “Keys. Wallet.” He quickly bends down to pick them up and makes his way out of the room, passing close by Bucky as he exits. But as he puts his hand on the doorknob, he turns and says, “Single, huh?”

“Yeah. You, too?” 

“Yeah. I guess I’ll see you around, Bucky.”

“I’d like that.”