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Secrets.

Description: You’d kept your Dyslexia a secret from Spencer for a while now, you didn’t want the BAU’s resident genius to look down on you because of something so trivial; but like all the profilers were trained to do, he eventually found out.

A/N: Thanks to the anon who requested this! I don’t have Dyslexia so I spend a lot of time before writing this doing some research so it was at least somewhat accurate; I hope I did it justice!

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Valentine’s Day Love Languages: Receiving Gifts

You stared at the small box in your hands. It contained a necklace. Not a fancy, expensive one or anything (after all, Jonathan could only do so much), but a nice one nonetheless. It was the fourth gift you had received from him in the last month and while you loved your boyfriend with all of your heart, the box felt heavy in your hands. And it wasn’t because the necklace itself was heavy.

Jonathan Byers was very inexperienced in the realm of dating. Apparently not every girl in the small town of Hawkins was hot for a lanky, shy introvert whose hands were practically glued to his camera. So when you waltzed into his life and eventually into his heart, he wasn’t sure how to take it.

Do most people like holding hands? Is something supposed to happen on movie dates? What about kissing on the first date, was that alright?

As much as these questions plagued Jonathan, he lived in fear of how much embarrassment he thought he’d be plagued by if he asked you any of these. You weren’t necessarily someone who got around, but between the two of you, two official boyfriends and one crush that went nowhere was comparatively far more experienced, even if you never went beyond a simple make-out session with either of them. You therefore found yourself less upset and more amused when you later learned that he turned to Nancy for advice. The end result?

“Well, people like to get gifts,” Nancy shrugged. “I’d say maybe start the first date off with a bouquet or something – nothing major, y’know?” She then quickly added, “It helps if it’s something from the heart, though.”

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Sherlock Vday challenge Day 11

Sherlock x reader

Note: I know, I know, I’m running late once again, but to my defense, I’ve been sick as hell the whole weekend plus we’re in the end of our term (I believe that’s how we call it in English???) in school and I had hundreds of exams and tests for the past two weeks so yeah… Any way, the prompt was “This is not what it looks like, I swear.” written for @prettyxlittlexwriter​‘s sherlock vday challenge, thanks once again for beta-reading and finding a proper ending to it, you once again saved my life dear :)

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Need you for a case.

I’m picking you up in ten

minutes.

Get dressed.

-SH

“For the love of- What was he up to this time?!” I grumbled.

                                                                                         Can’t you ask John?

Not really.

                                                                                                                         …

Pretty please

                                                                                         Why do you need me

                                                                                                            this time?

I’ll tell you in the cab.

Make sure to be dressed properly,

we’re going to a fancy place.


I sighed. That man could get me to do everything he wanted…

——————————~☆☆☆~——————————–

“We are formally invited to a reception for Valentine’s day evening and it will be our sole chance to catch the butter knife killer.” Explained Sherlock, as I climbed in the cab

“The butter knife killer? You’re starting to sound like John!”

The man gave me an unamused look.

“The fact is, the killer will be at the reception and I need your help, if I was to go alone, people would notice.”

“Why don’t you go with John?”

“He’s with Mary.”

“Why didn’t you asked Molly then? She’s dying for a date with you!” I pouted, not at all happy to be forced to spend my Valentine’s day with him.

“She’s got a boyfriend Y/N, they’re even fiancés and she’s surely spending her Valentine’s day evening with him.”

“Well what if I wanted to spend mine with my boyfriend?” I tried.

“You’ve got a boyfriend?!” exclaimed the man, turning to me.

I could have sworn jealousy flashed in his stormy eyes for an instant.

“Sadly, no.” I grimaced, “But it was worth a try.”

He shook his head once again and turned back to the streets, eyes scanning every passer-by as the cab would go pass them.

“Anyway it’s not like if you have any choice left now.” He mumbled.

——————————~☆☆☆~——————————–

A few minutes later, we were both standing in the entrance of a room full of rather distinguished guests.

“How did you even got invited for this?” I asked the detective, as he offered me an arm.

“Dear Y/N, after all these years we have known each other, I’m sure you could deduce it.” He smirked, leading me through the crowd.

“Come on Holmes, we don’t have time to lose if we want to catch the killer, just tell me.”

“It wouldn’t be much fun if I was to you know…” he stopped and showed me a man entering the room. “Look who’s there.”

It was a well-dressed man, small and skinny, moving with a certain grace and ease through the guests, chit chatting with some of them, going from a small group to another one.

“It’s William Johnson, the host. His family has always been one of the richest and most powerful in the country for some obscure reasons. You think it’s him?”

Sherlock nodded softly, his eyes scanning him, deducing every tiny bit of information he could get from him.

“I’ve known him for years Holmes, he’s harmless.”

“I wouldn’t be as sure of myself if I were you. Anyway that’s why we’re here.”

He lead me through the crowd, directly to where our host came from. He stopped and pulled me in a tight embrace, his chin resting on top of my head. I clenched my teeth, resisting the mighty need to punch him right where it would hurt the most.

“You know your way around the mansion?” he whispered in my ear.

“Oh that’s why you needed me instead of anyone else.”

“You know the way, yes or no?” he insisted. “It’s our only chance to find the right evidences to stop him.” He released me from his embrace and took me by my shoulders, “Y/N, please. For me.”

“You win.” I sighed. “Follow me.”

——————————~☆☆☆~——————————–

“How long have you known him?” inquired Sherlock, looking at an old picture of William and me.

I looked at him, the blue light passing through the closed curtains of the room giving a mystical taste to his feature as we searched through our host’s papers.

“As long as I remember. Our parents have always been close friends. We even dated a few years ago but we lost track of the other one after uni… I can’t believe he would be our killer, this is so… unlike Bill.”

“Are you sure?” The tall man handed me a ripped piece of cloth. “The rip fits perfectly with the one find on the last victim.”

“Not as sure as I’d like to be…” I sighed. “If you’ve got all you needed we’d better go before some passer-by hear us.”

Putting everything back to its rightful place, we left the room for the vast and empty hallways. We had almost reached the rest of the guests, the babbling of the crowd faintly audible in the background, when two voices resonated through the air. We rushed to the closest door, trying to open it, but failing since it was locked. I gave a panicked looked to my companion and he pinned me against the wall, his lips crashing onto mines in a passionate kiss. I passed an arm around his neck as we pulled apart, panting, his gorgeous blue eyes fixed in mines as we kissed a second time, hoping the two intruders would change to course quickly.

“Y/N?!”

Sherlock and I pulled away as I started to panic.

“THIS IS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE DAD I SWEAR!” I screamed in panic, recognizing my parents, who, of course, had to be invited by William.

“No, no I guess it surely isn’t what it looks like…” said my father.

“James, don’t be harsh on her, it was about time she found herself some real man.” said my mother, trying very hard not to laugh.

My father looked at us for a instant, deciphering how he should react. He sighed and shook his head, extending an arm to my mother.

“Make sure to bring him next time you pass by love.” she told me, before they left.

I turned to Sherlock, clenching my fists.

“I am never going to hear the end of it. You owe me one Holmes.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make this up to you. It is Valentine’s day after all.” smiled the detective, leaning to kiss me once again.

Nevada Ramirez x Niñita / Valentine’s Day

Related to my Don’t Call Me That series,
my first Nevada Ramirez x Reader/’Niñita’ story.

Originally posted by ruuuzek

Written per request by @marujovi & an anon… also threw in an old request from  @domcarisijr “Rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.” ;)

PS: This is definitely longer than most of my fics… there’s been a big lack of Nevada & Niñita lately, it’s worth it.


“What’re you two doin’ for Valentine’s day?”

Natalia was busy painting up her face- she had plans on going out that evening, had met a ’sweet man’ at the park. She had proposed this as a switch, a compromise you didn’t really need; she could go out on the 13th and she’d be able to handle the baby solo, giving you the 14th. How benevolent.

“Prolly nothin.’” It wasn’t the answer she was hoping for, obviously, from the way she gaped at you via her reflection. “Don’t act like your brother is the King of Romance or anything,” you rolled your eyes while clapping Lillian’s precious little hands together, maintaining a high pitch sing-song tone through the berating of her uncle. “He’d rather take me to an alley than out to dinner.”

“You know that’s not true,” Thoughtfully, she pouted at herself, and finished coloring her lips crimson. “I thought you two were gettin’ along fine lately?”

You shrugged your shoulders aloofly; you didn’t want to get your hopes up. When you had suggested going out for Valentine’s Day, Nevada had scoffed- ‘Don’t I do enough for you as is?’ of course he did, but wasn’t today supposed to be special? So much for that. 'I get you shit all the time, just call it early.’ Reaaaaal gentleman you managed to land, good job.

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after you read your own writing like a million times you begin to be unable to look at it critically lol
like its hard to tell if you think it sucks because it actually does suck, or because you’re a self depreciating perfectionist with low self esteem

Air Crash

Shawn Mendes x Reader

words: 1295 


Originally posted by shawnzayn

For weeks you’ve been looking forward to this day. You hadn’t seen Shawn for months and today he was finally coming back home from his world tour. You and his little sister Aaliyah couldn’t wait to see him, so you two decided to drive to the airport and surprise him. When you arrived at the correct terminal, there were already a few fans and when they noticed you, they waved and smiled. They knew you were his girlfriend and they liked you pretty much. At least the most of them.

You thought Shawn’s plane had a delay, since there was no sign of an arrival after one hour and you began to get worried, but he didn’t answer as you called him, so you assumed that he was still on the plane. Two girls asked for a picture with you and of course you agreed. You and Aaliyah talked to them to pass time, but you got interrupted by an announcement through the speakers in the airport. You didn’t know why, but you already had a bad feeling.

“Sadly we have to inform you that the plane A351 from Lisbon-Portugal has crashed on it’s way to Toronto. The pilot sent us a message about technical problems, but it was too late, we couldn’t do anything. Our thoughts are with the passengers and all their dependants. We’re very sorry,” a sad sounding female voice told you the information about the plane Shawn was in.

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Fluffmas Day 18-Looking At Christmas Lights (Hamilsquad x Reader)

You furrowed your brows. “Remind me. Why you guys are doing this again?”

“Because Jefferson was bragging about how his house would look better than ours!” screamed Alexander in fury, your other boyfriends sharing similar expressions. “He undermined our home!”

“Our style!”

“Our créativité!”

“Our competitiveness!”

“Okay….But still don’t you think this is going a little overboard?” you yelled to your boyfriends on the roof of your shared house.

They wanted to set up the Christmas decorations and ended getting carried away again. The entire lawn was already covered in light up inflatables, statues, and giant figurines.

“Not at all, Babydoll.” replied Hercules as Laf and him set up Santa’s reindeer and sled.

“Oui, it just the right amount of board.” added Laf, making the others laugh.

“Besides no one has gotten hurt going overboard.” defended Alexander as he and John set up the lights.

“Tell that to the people on the Titanic.” you retorted back quickly.

“Ooooh, you need some ice for that burn, Alex~” John laughed.

You knew that your boys were nonstop when Jefferson was involved. Instead of trying to futilely stop them, you decided it was safer to move the backyard trampoline to the front so when one of them ended up falling off something was there to break the fall. Also you got all the pillows in the house and put them there for good measure.

You quietly sat in the living room, reading one the new Fantastic Beasts book and sipping hot chocolate when you heard a loud scream and the stretching of trampoline springs.

“Thank you, dear!” shouted John from outside. This meant they were most likely finished with their whole decorating idea. Nothing like one them almost dying to make them give up.

You calmly sat down your things and made your way outside to see what they had done. You joined on their viewing points by the curb.

They all had crazy manic looks on their faces. You thought they looked more like bunch mad scientists trying to bring a creature back to life.

“Wait till Jeffershit sees this?!” cackled Alexander as he plugged in the lights. “Let there be light?!”

You had to admit it was a beautiful and colorful display. From the waving Santa Claus and reindeer on the roof to the inflatable penguins riding a polar bear in the yard to the giant light up candy canes that separated the driveway from the grass. John and Alexander had even arranged the lights to spell out ‘Noel Greetings’.

“I gotta admit you guys did a pretty good job.” you chimed.

Laf quickly enveloped you a warming hug. “Was there ever any doubt, mon belle?”

“I still say it’s too many lights.”

Before any of them could respond you heard a loud….

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Quicker than all of you could realize, sparks flew from the plug making Alex drop it with curse.

Then everything went black. Literally.

The light up decorations on your house were off along with rest of the houses on the block. They had knocked out the power to the entire neighborhood.

“I told you so.” You deadpanned, going into the house to get the emergency candles. Your boyfriends quickly following after you, shouting apologies and how they should have listened to you.

“Look on the bright side. At least you don’t have to see the look on Jefferson’s face after this.” you joked.

HAPPY VALENTINES KELLY

Happy Valentines @the-little-giant-maknae! I’m your secret admirer! I had so much fun leaving you little messages everyday! Here’s a lil gift from me and chan for Valentines Day ~ Hope you like it ;)

Genre: the ult fluff for the best person ever :3

Word count: 1,308

TW: Nope

Member: The lovely Chan


Chan was particularly excited for today. He has been looking forward to it for a long time now. Counting down the minutes and second that few would get to see you. Finally the time came for you to arrive, and honestly he couldn’t remember the last time he had been this excited. He bounced around the dorm as he waited for you to arrive, ignoring the annoyed looks he got from the older boys. Finally a knock came out the door, and he was tripping over himself (and a few shoes) to get there before any of the other guys. He fumbled with the doors lock before finally pulling it open, getting a full view of who had knocked.

“Hey!” you said, waving happily at Chan before stepping into the house and out of the cold air that surrounded you outside.

“You’re finally here!” Chan practically yelled in excitement as you pulled off your shoes.

“Yup,” you laughed, “But I’m only a few minutes late…” Chan wasn’t listening though, he was in the process of pulling you through the dorm.

“Oh hey! Nice to see you again.” Joshua called out from where he sat at the table with a few of the other members. You smiled and waved at them before Chan pulled you closer to your destination. Finally he stopped in the kitchen.

“Tada!!” he yelled.

“Nice…” You said, not really knowing what else to say as it was just the usual dorm kitchen, maybe a bit cleaner than you had seen it before.

“We’re gonna bake stuff!” Chan explained.

“Oh my gosh really?” you asked, starting to get excited. He nodded, pointing to the ingredients that sat on the counter.

“Oh this is so exciting!” you squealed.

“Try not to catch the dorm on fire!” Jeonghan called from the other room. Chan rolled his eyes and walked over to the pile of ingredients, digging around for the recipe he had found earlier.

“So, what are we gonna  make?” you asked, looking over his shoulder at the recipe he had finally located.

“I was thinking some kind of sweet, I know you like sweets. What about cookies? We have all the ingredients for that, and they are pretty easy to make so there’s less of a chance we’ll burn everything down.” Chan laughed.  You laughed too and nodded.

“Sounds like a good plan to me.”

Thus began your baking adventures. From the beginning, you hadn’t imagined it to go well, and you were right. To start with, the boys didn’t have half the proper tools to bake with, seeing as the rarely ever used their kitchen in the first place. You made do with what you two had, but it was a pain.

“Chan did you preheat the oven?” you asked as you began to scoop out some flour with a tiny measuring cup.

“Did i do what?” He questioned, completely confused as to what words had just come from you mouth. You laughed at his puzzled look, and set the small measuring cup down, wiping the flour off your hands as you walked over to the small oven. You punched in the numbers and hit start then looked at chan.

“Preheating the oven.” you stated, pointing to the oven. Chan nodded and smiled at you, returning back to the eggs he was trying (and failing) to crack. You watched as he hit it against the corner of the counter, naturally because of his dinosaur strength, the egg exploded on contact, getting all over his hands and the counter. You laughed as he rushed to find something to put the raw egg in before it got all over the place. Chan grind sheepishly, but tried again, this time cracking it more gently. He did a pretty good job in the end, only getting a few bits of the eggshell in with the rest which you had to dig out for him. You thought this would be the end of your baking troubles, but oh were you wrong. When it came time to mix the dry ingredients with the wet ones, it was a complete and utter disaster.

While you were slowly pouring the dry ingredients in, and chan was holding the other bowl to keep things steady, Chan sneezed. He was smart enough to turn his head in the other direction, but while he was doing that, he took the bowl with him, leaving you pouring all the dry ingredients onto the table. Now let me tell you, one thing about flour – it’s impossible to clean up. You can have a small accident with flour, and think you’ve cleaned it all up, but a month later you’ll find it somewhere. Now the flour went everywhere, on the counter, on the floor, on both you and Chan. Due to the quick movement of Chan’s bowl, it had been swung across the kitchen, leaving the floor underneath with a fine layer of white dust. You and Chan looked at each other in horror. Everything had come out of both bowls. You laughed. What else could you do in a situation like this but to laugh? Chan was laughing too. The two of you were laughing to the point of tears. Well, that’s why you had tears, Chan might have actually been crying and laughing at the same time upon seeing the giant disaster.

“What’s so funny?” Seungcheol called from the other room, doing who knows what with the other guys.

“Nothing!” Chan called back, almost to quickly. Just then Wonwoo walked by. He stopped in his tracks, staring at the two of you, covered from head to toe in flour, the dust finally settling around the kitchen. The two of you stared wide-eyed back at him, worried at what his reaction would be. He just stared at you for a bit longer, blinked, then walked away like nothing had happened. You looked at chan and giggled a bit before setting the bowl down before trying to find stuff to clean the mess up with. Chan set his bowl down as well and began to brush the flour off himself.

“Not on the floor!” You yelled in a whisper.

“It’s already all over the place though!” Chan whined back.

“It’ll only be harder to clean up if you do that!” you declared, locating a dish towel while you spoke. Chan rolled his eyes, but walked over to you, trying his hardest to keep the flour that clung to his clothes from falling onto the floor.

It seriously took you guys a hour to clean everything up. It wasn’t that it was hard to clean up, it was simply the fact that you two kept getting super distracted, from making little pictures in the flour that covered the floor, or throwing little handfuls at each other, to just simply sitting on the floor and talking to each other. How none of the other eleven people in the dorm hadn’t walked in on the mess was unknown to you. Maybe Wonwoo had something to do about it, but honestly you’d never know.

Finally the two of you finished cleaning everything up, and set back to the easy(tedious) task of baking cookies. The two of you combined all the ingredients with little to no spills and were working hard to get the little lumps of dough onto the cookie sheet when Jeonghan walked in.

“Wow, you two are only this far? What’s taken so long?” he questioned, reaching into the bowl to swipe some cookie dough.

“We’re just taking our time…” Chan answered.

“Alright then. Let me know when you’ve finished baking them.” Jeonghan sung as he walked out of the kitchen.

“No one must ever know.” Chan whispered, bringing a smile to your face.

“Oh of course, Jeonghan must never find out his baby destroyed the kitchen from just a sneeze.”

Request: Time travel au? What happens if reader sent back in time and meets their granddad (p.s. reader is Desmond twin in the au)

A/N: I couldn’t find any information about Desmond’s grandfather, so I just kind of improvised. To the requester, I’m sorry you had to wait so long for something that’s probably nowhere near what you wanted! May make a part 2 to this eventually. Something to think about!

Set roughly around 10 years before William was born, so let’s go with it being in 1936-1939?

Your name: submit What is this?


“I had an idea, Des.”

“I’m not sure I trust your ideas anymore, Y/N. You see what happened the last damn time.”

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“Excuse me,” You picked up the little, what looked like a trinket, that fell out of the mans infront of you jacket. “Excuse me, Sir,” You doubled your pace and tried to catch up. When you caught up and tapped the man’s shoulder, perhaps he had ear buds in, he spun around faster than you would think possible, and leveled you with a hard stare. 

“What do you want?” He asked, looking you up and down, and you tried to hide inside your coat when he did, all shy now. But it wasn’t like he was checking you out when he did it. He just looked you up and down, and narrowed his eyes slightly when he looked back up at you. You however were trying to keep your eyes on his face so you wouldn’t check him out, because that seemed very rude. He had a slim build but it was obvious there was some muscles behind the jacket and loose pants. His hair was extremely well done, and you thought that if you let yourself look hard enough, he would have smile lines, which was nice to think about. He also had nice eyes too, albeit a little sad, they were pretty. 

“Y-You uh, You dropped this,” You handed a little gold pointy thing. It honestly could be a dagger, but daggers don’t come that small, you shouldn’t be silly. 

The man you could only describe as a God, nodded, and grabbed the trinket from you. “I thank you,” He bowed his head a little, and you tilted yours. Isn’t that just the strangest “thank you” you’ve ever gotten.

You didn’t pay that any mind though, and beamed right up at him. “You’re welcome. Have a good night, sir,” You nodded your head, which of course is what he must have done, you figured. You really should stop eating so much sugar, it’s making you go a little strange yourself. 

When you walked away, he couldn’t help but watch you. Loki of course had a schedule, and he doesn’t have time to watch the silly little humans; but you were so.. Different. So.. Refreshing. Awful clothing though. Your jacket practically swallowed you. No, he could tell you had a figure fit for a Goddess, (One that he would take great indulgence in.) and he almost let himself imagine you adorned in the finest robes that Asgard had to offer. Him coming to his bed chambers to see you draped so elegantly on his b-

Loki shook his head and resumed his pace. No time for distractions. Even for a woman who deserved to be a Goddess- his Goddess. 

Hump Day Smut

Ok horndogs, here’s your weekly Supernatural smut!!

Originally posted by wellhellosupernaturalfreak

Yes, Miss by @yoursupernaturalsammygirl (IDK why but I think sub!Sam is way hotter than dom!Sam…)

Professor Winchester by @dontcallmebabe-ok (Professor Sam and also dom!Sam.)

Handle My Pain by @dontcallmebabe-ok (Dean lets off some steam with reader and then realizes he wants something more.)

His Favorite by @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid (Dean calls reader whenever he’s in town and they have a good time.)

Originally posted by black-little-demon

It’s Happening by @withoutaplease (Sam confesses his feelings for you after he smokes weed for the first time.)

Baby Hunter by @sexysupernaturalfics (Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea for Dean to train reader in getting out of knots, being that he has a bondage kink and all.)

Liquid Dreams by @iam-trickster-candy (Dean sees reader getting off and decides to help out… also, if anyone can tag this blog, feel free to do so.)

Trade Secret by @dreamsfromthebunker (Reader is the tattoo artist who gives the boys their anti-possession tattoos, Sam takes a liking to her.)

Cat That Got the Cream by @thenightyouknow (Cute fluffy Dean goodness.)

You’re Secondhand Smoke by @wonderlxndwrites (Dean finds out you’ve never had an orgasm during sex before and fixes it.)

If you want more smut to tide you over until next Wednesday, might I suggest checking out my old Hump Day Smut posts (there’s a link there with everything you could ever want to know about Hump Day Smut if you’re a writer and trying to get on the list). If you’re in the mood for a specific type of smut, mosey on over to my Have You Read the One With… list. It’s got smut by some general categories that I see a lot of. And of course if you want your own personalized smut, you can check out my list of Writers Taking Requests. Drop them a line!

Keep on reading that smut and happy humping!

Look at Me - Dean Ambrose Imagine

Imagine after a long day, Dean wants to relax. He wants to get close to you, but when you refuse, he tries to fix the problem. The only solution is, he makes you watch.

Warning: Contains sexual content (NSFW)

Inspired by this post. I’m sure a lot of you guys have seen this post. I couldn’t resist writing something based on this gif. 

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It’s Not What It Looks Like (Peter Parker x Reader)

so it’s a stereotypical day here in england where the heavens have opened and i stg it looked like i’d been swimming in my clothes

I didn’t know whether you wanted TASM Peter or the CACW Peter so it’s kind of a mash up

-Jazz

Prompt;  ‘Fight me! Literally fight me - Oh god, actually you’re taller than me. Never mind.’ &  ‘I know we were making out and I know I said I hate him. But this is not what it looks like.’

Request; Can you do 1 and 12 with Peter Parker please 😊

KEY

Y/N - Your name

Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Warnings; kissing 

Word count; 664

Originally posted by nintendontdodrugs


You and Peter Parker were the babies of the Avengers, with the both of you being in high school still. You’d think that two smart, funny and gifted people would get on great, right? Wrong. So very wrong.

To you, Peter Parker was a loud-mouthed, sarcastic twat who tried too hard.
And to Peter, you were a loud-mouthed sarcastic twat who tried too hard.

You couldn’t stand the guy. You rarely saw each other in school, thankfully. If you did, you just ignored each others presence and made your way. Sadly, the Avengers weren’t blessed with such a thing around the tower. If they left you alone for more than three seconds, you would end up throttling each other.

‘What are you looking at, Parker?’ You snapped, staring at the tall, towering boy over the other side of the training room. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged.
'I was just wandering, Y/L/N, is the person who did your eyebrows been locked up yet for crimes against-’
He was shut up by a blunt, training knife being thrown his way. He moved to the side and it jabbed into the wall next to him.  

'Y/N, Peter!’ Steve marched in the room, his arms piled high with new weapons. 'Stop trying to kill each other, and warm up. We’re doing combat today.’

You groaned and stood up, lazily dragging yourself to the mat in the middle of the room. You hated combat - You always ended up either on dish-cleaning duty for injuring someone too bad, or the other way round, where you were off training for a week because you had bruises everywhere. You’d been getting better though and learnt to use your heightened senses to your advantage, and you managed to take out Steve, Natasha and Clint. 

'Ready to have your ass beaten, Parker?’ You asked, a hint of sarcasm in your voice. 

'I could ask you the same thing, but we all know you’re always ready to have your ass beaten. I assume you’re familiar with the feeling-’

'Fight me!’ You leaped forward and pushed him back onto the mat. 'Literally fight me!’

'Okay.’ Peter shrugged and stood up, and you realised how tall he actually was at well over six foot.

'Oh god, actually you’re taller than me. Never mind!’ You casually called, standing up and brushing your sweatpants off. You noticed at the same time that Steve had left. People generally did tend to leave when you two were about to fight, because it’s not something they would want to get involved with.

You shrugged and leaped on Parker again, managing to catch him by surprise. He tried to put up his hands in defense but you pinned them down. However, he flipped you over and was leaning over you, grinning triumphantly as your hands became webbed to your sides.

'Who’s the real winner here, then?’ He smirked, and you huffed, staring at him.  You noticed in that moment that he was generally, a very attractive guy - With a crooked smile, messy but cute hair and really, really nice arms. You’d never seen it before, since you did tend to look at him with a burning passion of hatred. 

Without a second though, perhaps caught up in the moment, you leaned up and pressed your lips to his. You didn’t expect him to kiss back, but he did. And you didn’t know why, but you enjoyed it. Surprisingly, it wasn’t angry, but just like any teenagers first kiss. Hints of awkward, but still pretty unforgettable. 

'Uhm, guys?’ Steve interrupted your moment, raising his eyebrows.

‘I know we were making out and I know I said I hate him. But this is not what it looks like.’ You ripped your arms from the web and moved Peter to the side. 

'Y/N was checking to see if I had busted a tooth while we were fighting.’ Peter protested.

'By kissing you?’ Natasha, who was now present, challenged you. 'That seems very likely.’

Long Day

(Loki x Reader)

„You look terrible.“ Loki says without even looking up from his book when you enter the kitchen after an especially long day. You were practically half-asleep already. The only thing that kept you from falling asleep right now was your hunger. You really needed something to eat.

„You’re such a charmer.“

“I know…maybe I should have tried to flirt my way in and rule earth that way.”

“You certainly would have more people kneel before you that way.”

You never had any problems with Loki, unlike the others. He was staying until it was decided what to do with him. You actually got along pretty well.

You got out a glass, attempting to fill it when Loki takes the bottle from your grip. He appeared behind you out of nowhere.

“I’ll do it.”

“Thanks.” You rummage around and get out a frying pan while Loki fills your glass.

Loki puts the polish you were holding a second ago back and gets some water instead, filling up your glass and handing it to you. Honestly, sometimes he was wondering how you were still alive.

“What did you do today?” You ask Loki while you put all your ingredients on the table and turn on the stove.

“I’m confined to the house, so not much.”

“That’s a lie.”

“And what makes you say that?”

“I don’t know, lucky guess?”

“I might have played some pranks on Tony.”

“You should behave, they still haven’t decided what to do with you.”

“Don’t worry he can’t proof anything-”

You put some oil in the pan and start to chop your vegetables. Loki turns down the heat after a while because you don’t pay any attention when the oil is practically splashing everywhere. He wasn’t in the mood to extinguish a fire tonight.

You managed to finish your dish without causing a heart attack for Loki and sit down together with him.

“Are you hungry, too?”

“No I’m fine, thank you.”

“Maybe I can convince Thor to let you out for a bit, I have a free day tomorrow.”

“Oh? You sure you wanna  risk taking me out?”  He says with a smirk.

“Why? Are you going to escape?”

“I might.”

“I think I’ll take the risk.”

You stand up, put your plate away and head towards the door, “I really need to get to bed I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Wait I’ll walk with you.”

You two walk along the corridors on the way to your room when you suddenly trip and almost hit the floor. Loki catches your arm before you do and puts you back on your feet. He sighs heavily, having predicted something like that would probably happen.

You flop down on your bed as soon as you open the door. It doesn’t even take a minute and your asleep. Loki walks over and pulls the blanket over you to keep you warm. He puts a pillow under your head, turns off the light and quietly closes the door before leaving. How could one person be so clumsy and yet manage to get all these missions done with ease?

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Bucky is going around the tower looking for reader he hasn't seen them all day and come to think of it he hasn't seen Steve all day either. Bucky doesn't like it when those two are alone together because they go off picking fights with everyone. He loves them but they gotta stop going down alleys and picking fights

Those punks really do love getting into trouble, whether they mean for it or not.

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Request? One where Reader is new to the team but is already seen as one of the best fighters so they put her in the field when it comes to action. Reader & Reid become really good friends & Reid looks up to reader for her fighting skills. One day they meet a rather violent group of unsubs & while reader is in the middle of fighting a few of them another comes up behind her & Reid steps in & stops them but gets severely injured. Reader is pissed/worried bc she loves him. (He loves her too) ANGST!

I can most certainly do this!  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!


Spencer was completely taken by her.

At first?  He resented her.  No one could come in and take Morgan’s place.  No one could come in and begin to protect this team the way he could.  No one could earn his trust the way that he had over the course of 11 solid years.

But the first time someone was taken, that someone being Lewis, he had watched you take over the case completely.  A scenario that emotionally compromised the entire team only seemed to fuel your desire to find her.

And he found your trails of thought fascinating.

He saw you take down 14 different men by yourself while never drawing your gun as you made your way into the room that Lewis was chained in.  He watched you pull a bobby pin from your hair as a chunk fell in your face, picking her shackled in under a minute.  He watched you throw this woman who’s height had you easily by a head and a half over your back as you ran out of the building with her, nearly missing the bomb detonation by a few seconds.

It was then that he was completely taken with the selfless, strong, intelligent person that you actually were.

And he found his anger towards you completely subsiding after that case.

Soon…and after only a few months of being on the team…you and Reid and Lewis were inseparable.  The three of you leaned on each other for support, called each other in the middle of the night when you needed someone to talk, and even got dinners together when the rest of the team was tired and wanting to go home.

It worked well, the three of you.

But now, you had done something stupid.

You had rushed into a scenario, disregarding your boss’s command, and had gotten ambushed by many more men than you had previously calculated.

Swinging your arms and legs around as you try to fend them off, you can hear the children screaming in the background as you try whole-heartedly to get through the continuous crowd of assailants, your body whirling you around and punching left and right, trying desperately to break the sea of faces and fists that came barreling at your form.

But in your exhaustion to get to the children, you hadn’t realized that someone was sneaking up behind you.

“Y/L/N!!!” Reid shouts, running around the corner as he barrels for the guy cocking his body back with a pipe in his hand.

As Reid crashes the man to the floor, your body whirling around as your eyes open wide, you watch as Reid struggles with the pipe in his hand as another man takes advantage, cracking his fist into the middle of your back as you gasp for air, dropping to your knees beside the squabbling men.

“Y/N!” Reid shrieks, biting the man’s hand as he lets go of the pipe, grasping it in his own hand as he begins to beat on the man behind you.

“You!  Do!  Not!  Hit!  Her!” he roars, the pipe connecting again and again with the man’s body as your trembling hand reaches out for him.

It was your fingers gripping down onto the fabric of his pants that prompted the ceasing of his movements as the rest of the team comes around the other corner, taking care of the rest of the men before Hotch commands J.J. and Rossi to follow the sound of the kids.

“Y/N,” Spencer breathes, dropping to his knees as your lips begin to turn blue from trying to catch your breath.

It was then that you saw the blood trickling down the back of his neck, wafting over his collarbone and dripping down his chest.

“You…idiot…” you breathe out, your eyes widening as Hotch approaches him from behind.

“Reid, don’t move.  I’m calling an ambulance.”

It was the last thing Spencer heard before his body collapsed on top of yours, your lips roaring his name breathlessly as he laid, face down, in your lap.


Looking over from your hospital bed as Spencer finally starts to stir, you swing your legs quickly over the side, forgoing the spinning in your head as you plant your feet on the floor and stumble over to his side.

“Spencer?  Spencer!?” you breathe, your vision slurring as you see him slowly peel his eyes open.

Hearing him groan as he tries to shift in bed, the stitches and gauze wrapping around his neck keeping him from turning to see you as his hand reaches out clumsily, trying to find you as you grasp your hand around his.

“Spencer…” you whisper lightly.

“What…the fuck…is wrong with you?” you growl.

“You’re welcome,” he swallows as he tries to sit up.

“For what?  Almost getting yourself killed!?” you raise your voice as your vision finally sharpens.

“No.  For saving your life,” Spencer sighs as he cocks his torso towards you so he can see you.

You were in such a blind state of anger that you didn’t notice the tears streaming down your face.

“He could have killed you, Reid!” you shriek.

“Better me than you,” he breathes.

“What!?  Not in the slightest!” you yelp.

“You’re still hurt…” Spencer whimpers, his eyes taking in your hospital gown as tears rise to his eyes.

You end up letting out a light sigh before shaking your head lightly at him.

“What the hell were you thinking, running in like that?” you whisper, your face getting closer to his as his free hand comes around, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

“I could ask you the same question, but I have a feeling our answers are different,” he croaks.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“You ran in because you felt a dying need to save those children.  Right?”

“They are just kids, Reid,” you breathe.

“I’m not asking you to justify your reaction…though Hotch might,” he adds as an afterthought.

You snicker lightly as his statement as you stare at him incredulously.

“Why did you run in, Reid?” you ask, your voice wavering as his eyes connect with yours.

“Because-…Because I love you, Y/N.”

The statement prompted a new, fresh wave of tears to waft over the edges of your eyes as they barrel down your cheeks.

Spencer was in love with you.

“I’m not worth loving, Spencer,” you whisper lightly as you shake your head, your jaw trembling as his eyes dance along your face.

“Then my goal is to change what you see,” he says lightly.

It was then that your chest began to heave with your sobs.

“Hey hey hey hey…come here,” he coos, his fingers brushing through your hair as you lay your head on his side.

“What’s wrong?” Spencer whispers as he untangles your hair with his fingers.

“This is the first time that someone I love has ever loved me back,” you say in between your sobs, your shoulders shaking as you grip firmly the blanket covering Spencer’s legs.

And as he leans back into his bed, his hand brushing the hair away from your neck as his fingertips dance along your skin soothingly, a light smile crosses his cheeks as his eyes finally flutter closed with exhaustion.

Spencer was in love with you…

…and you loved him in return.

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Kurt Wagner x Reader

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Prompt: Kurt imagine where YN is the “popular” girl of the school and she’s pretty and friends with everyone and Kurt lowkey has a crush on her, but he thinks he has no chance against someone like Scott of whoever because they are good looking. Cutey insecure Kurt and reassuring reader :DDD

It was on days like this that Kurt wished he looked normal. He was sitting outside at one of the lunch tables, eating lunch with Scott and Peter. They were talking about something, but he wasn’t really listening. He was watching you across the courtyard. Kurt sighed. He was sure a beautiful, popular mutant like you would never be seen with the likes of him.

“Earth to Wagner,” Peter waved his hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his lovestruck daze. “Caught in her orbit again?”

“You could say zhat,” he sighed, resting his chin against his hand.

“Dude, just ask her out.” Scott encouraged. “If you don’t, I will.”

“Me? Ask her out? She would laugh in my face.” Kurt motioned to himself. “Do you not see me? I’m blue vith pointy ears, fangs, a serious lack of fingers, and a tail. At least you look human.”

“She has wings,” Peter pointed out. Now all three of them were watching you play volleyball with some of the other girls. You looked over at them, waving and smiling.

“But she’s not…she’s not a freak. Like me.”

“Dude. You’re not a freak,” Scott said. Peter sighed.

“Scott,” Peter looked to his friend, nodding. “Do what needs to be done.”

“On it,” Scott said, getting up from the table. Kurt watched helplessly as Scott walked over to you. He returned a few seconds later, a smirk on his face.

“Well…?” Peter asked.

“She very politely explained that I’m not her type and that she likes someone else.” Scott said. Kurt felt deflated.

“So she likes someone zhen,” he sighed. He knew it wasn’t meant to be.

“Who knows, buddy?” Peter put a hand on his shoulder.

*Meanwhile on the volleyball court*

“What are they saying?” You asked Jean. You, Jean, Jubilee, and Ororo had all stopped playing once Scott had come over to ‘ask you out’. Now Jean was listening to their conversation to see what was really going on.

“Scott just told them everything you said.”

“And then?” Jubilee asked.

“Awwww,” Jean smiled.

“What?”

“Kurt is all sad because he thinks you like someone else.” Jean said.

“Awwwwww,” you and the other girls sighed together.

“Poor Kurt,” you peeked out from behind the tree you were all hiding behind. “I should tell him tonight then, huh?”

“Definitely,”

***

Kurt walked through the courtyard sadly, dragging his feet. The boys had wandered off sometime earlier at the instruction of Jean. Unknown to you, or Kurt for that matter, they were hiding nearby, ready to watch everything go down.

You flew over, your wings fluttering behind you.

“Hey Kurt!” You greeted, smiling as you touched down beside him.

“Oh! H-hey (Y/N)!” he replied nervously. “How are you doing?”

“Great,” you smiled. “Um, there’s actually something I needed to talk to you about.”

“Vhat might zhat be?”

“I…Kurt, I really like you. Like a lot. And I know what you’ve been thinking about yourself and wishing you could look normal, but please don’t. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

“You…you really zhink so?” he asked, amber eyes wide and a grin spreading across his face.

“Of course I do!” You smiled.

“Vould…um, vould it be okay if I kissed you?” he asked politely.

“It would be more than okay,” you reached up, grabbed his blue cheeks, and pulled his lips to yours. His arms wrapped around your waist, thumbs tracing circles on your skin. You tangled your fingers in his black and blue locks of hair, pulling him closer.

When you finally let go, he was looking at you with stars in his eyes.

“About time, buddy!” Peter called across the courtyard, shooting Kurt a thumbs up. He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Come on, Kurt,” You slipped your hand into his. “How about I show you what it’s like to fly?”

“Yes please,”