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Secrets We Keep // Spencer Reid x Reader

Request:  Hey, 💕😁 your requests are open! YASS! ❤ Can you do an Imagine, where the reader is a very good trained assassin and dating Reid but she is also on the team. But she never talked about her training and maybe after a hard case, she tells him about her training to an assassin. And maybe she started to cry because, it was a really dark moment in her life. ❤💕 Love ya and i hope it’s not a problem to write about this 😊

A/N: I apologize for how long this took! I rewrote it a million times and I’m still not sure I’m 100% happy with it but oh well lol. I hope you like it!

“Penelope?” you asked in surprise as you opened your front door. It was late, and Penelope had always been the type to call before dropping in for a visit.

“I did something,” Penelope began, her voice rising as it did when her anxiety over situations arose. “I know I shouldn’t have. I tell myself I need to stop being so nosy but I have the information right there at the tip of my fingers and I just can’t-”

“Pen,” you interrupted. “What did you do?”

She fell silent for a moment as she fidgeted in place. You watched as her hands nervously played with the bracelets on her wrists before she strode into your home.

“Penelope,” you repeated as you shut the door. “What did you do?”

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Bonding (Clint X Reader) *Platonic

Characters: Clint X Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of mind control

Request: Hey I love your writing, I was wondering if you could please write a Clint x reader where the reader is a new avenger and archer like clint, but they don’t talk to the Avengers and keeps to themselves and clint finds them shooting arrows and they grow close xx

Originally posted by anthvnystcrk

Fury found you through another agent. Your uncle’s friend was an agent and he had seen your keen eye and good shot, and Fury overheard the agent talking about you, and decided to pay you a visit.

He saw you were a lot younger than their top archer, and the compliments were not exaggerated. You had quick reflexes, great sight and aim, and you were generally quiet and had managed to sneak up on the director. He offered you the job, and by that I mean he bothered you till you accepted.

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A New Beginning


(A continuation of Lost and Forgotten, a set of ten chapters that follow you, the Reader, as you try to get your life together while falling for Bucky in the 40s.) 

Warnings: angst

(Chapter One) (Chapter Two) (Chapter Three) (Chapter Four) (Chapter Five) (Chapter Six) (Chapter Seven)

“I’m sorry, what the fuck did you just say?” You swore you would strangle Steve the next time you saw him.

“Yeah, we found out a few years ago, when SHIELD fell, but we’re having trouble finding him and you’re an expert at that.” Steve knew he was in for some yelling. He had neglected to tell you about the love of your life being alive.

“You’ve known for two years and you’re just now telling me?” You were definitely going to rip him a new one. 

“I was worried that if I told you…given what he went through with Hydra…” He trailed off.

“What the hell are you talking about? What happened with Hydra?” Hydra struck a chord a little too close to home for you.

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Kicking fury (Josh Request)

“Babe I’m not going to this bloody party to get off my head drunk” You roll your eyes, already hearing the music downstairs.
“I expect not” He chuckles, “You’re 7 months pregnant”
“Then there’s no reason for you to be worried” You comment, grabbing your phone from the side and checking yourself in the mirror once again.
“I just don’t want anything to happen” He sighs, reluctantly following you downstairs to where JJ had decided to host a party in your shared house.
The music is seemingly overwhelming combined with the loud chatter of so many people but you had always been one to love a good time.
“Well hello there Mr and Mrs Zerkaa” Tobi smiles as you lead your fiancé into the kitchen.
“Hey Tobi” You reply, grabbing a drink for Josh and pouring a coke for yourself.
His arm wraps protectively around you, evidently having you as his priority. He had always been like that. He treated you like a princess and did anything possible to make you smile but ever since you became pregnant he doubled in how he acted. He barely took his eyes off you. You knew he’d make a great dad. Even if he did have to relax sometimes…
“Hey (y/n)!” Simon exclaims, having clearly had a few already.
“Hello Minter” You chuckle as he throws an arm across your shoulders and pushes Josh away.
“(Y/n) when’s the baby coming?” Simon slurs slightly, leaning forward.
“Just under two months” You reply, trying your best to keep him stood.
“If its a boy,” He points towards your stomach, “Can you call him Simon?”
“Well he’s definitely a boy and I think I will have to run that past Josh before I start naming his child on my own”
“No one cares about Josh” He whines.
“I heard my name” Josh raises his brows, coming up beside you again.
“Oh hey Josh!” Simon chirps before getting distracted by something and heading off like a child.
“Right I’m just gonna go say hi to Ethan and Harry alright?” Josh comments, giving you a kiss before heading off.
You turn around, hoping to spot some of the girls amongst the mass of people though as you do, you are smacked with enough force to push you to the ground.
The air seemed to disappear from your lungs and it seems as though everything spins around above you.
“Oh shit!” You hear JJ exclaim, evidently in shock that he was the one to do this.
“JJ!” You hear the familiar voice of Josh yell and soon he is rushing over, crouching down to check you’re okay, “Babe just deep breaths okay?”
You nod in response but before you can say anything Josh is on his feet ready to confront his friend.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He questions, anger burning from his words, “She’s fucking seven months pregnant JJ”
“Look man I had no idea, I’m really sorry and-”
“She could be seriously hurt! You need to have some fucking common sense sometimes!” Josh spits.
“Josh” You pipe up and his eyes dart quickly to you.
You push yourself up to your feet with the help of the now forming crowd surrounding you.
“Give me your hand” You urge and with a frown upon his features he places his hand in yours.
You guide it to your stomach where he can now feel the distinct feeling of baby feet kicking against him. You had only felt this a few times but he had always missed it.
“Is that-” he starts but is stopped when you nod your head.
“Wayyyyy what did I miss?” Simon yells, stumbling into the conversation.
Everyone looks at him and laughs and his eyes go down to yours and Josh’s hands.
“Oh hey baby!” He waves before again getting distracted and dragging himself off to somewhere else.
“Look guys I’m really sorry” JJ admits, dragging a hand over his hair.
“Don’t be” You smile, looking to your fiance who still seems in awe of the baby.

We are the centuries… We have your eoliths and your mesoliths and your neoliths. We have your Babylons and your Pompeiis, your Caesars and your chromium-plated (vital-ingredient impregnated) artifacts. We have your bloody hatchets and your Hiroshimas. We march in spite of Hell, we do – Atrophy, Entropy, and Proteus vulgaris, telling bawdy jokes about a farm girl name of Eve and a traveling salesman called Lucifer. We bury your dead and their reputations. We bury you. We are the centuries. Be born then, gasp wind, screech at the surgeon’s slap, seek manhood, taste a little godhood, feel pain, give birth, struggle a little while, succumb: (Dying, leave quietly by the rear exit, please.) Generation, regeneration, again, again, as in a ritual, with blood-stained vestments and nail-torn hands, children of Merlin, chasing a gleam. Children, too, of Eve, forever building Edens – and kicking them apart in berserk fury because somehow it isn’t the same. (AGH! AGH! AGH! – an idiot screams his mindless anguish amid the rubble. But quickly! let it be inundated by the choir, chanting Alleluias at ninety decibels.)

What Friends are For: Pietro/Reader

Rating: NC17

Word Count:1977

Summary: You come home from a stressful week of working, unable to complete the mission Fury has sent you on. Being the good friend he is, Pietro helps relieve some stress. 

Author Notes: I’ve wanted to write Pietro smut so badly so I wrote this in about two hours. I got it from a post I saw my prompt was ‘eating you out as a friend’ Printessa means princess. 

(Y/N) fell onto one of the couches in Avenger tower with a satisfying thump. Her head hit the pillow perfectly and she wanted nothing more than to let herself drift to sleep on the couch after a long day. A migraine soon began to kick in. When her body relaxed, the soreness of her muscles became apparent. She let out a groan rolling to her side. This week was really kicking her ass. Fury had the spy looking high and low for a very specific Hydra agent, and he was extremely elusive. She was beginning to expect he knew he was being spied on by how well he evaded her. The stress was hitting hard this time around.

               “Tough day?” Came the beautiful Russian accent of the most attractive man in the Avengers. Captain American be damned, Pietro Maximoff won (Y/N)’s heart any day of the week.

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They struggle and protest as I lift them up and gently ease them into my waiting mouth, carefully muffling their cries. I ignore their flailing, swallowing them down and licking my lips appreciatively as their wiggling body settles inside my gut.

I lean back into my chair, letting out a satisfied sigh as my belly starts working on them, gurgling and churning as they kick and shout in fury that quickly turns to horror.

It’s their fault, really - shouldn’t have tried to steal from me. Of course, I probably would’ve eaten them anyway, but still.