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Summary: Apparently, getting stuck in a cabin with Spencer isn’t too bad
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (fluff)
Word Count: 1.0k
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“We’re never going to get out of here by tomorrow.” She complains, looking out the window where the snow is already probably half a foot high, and it’s not forecasted to end any time soon.
Maybe the idea to use some of their remaining vacation time to retreat to a little cabin in the Vermont mountainside wasn’t well thought out. Although it was almost Christmas break, apparently, it was too cold for serial killers to kill, so the BAU workload was light, and Hotch was more than willing to give them time off.
But the chance planes will be leaving, or even be able to land in DC if the cold snap had traveled south, is next to zero. By morning, they might be completely snowed in.
This was so cute I’m dying 😭
Summary: It's simple, really - Peter Parker is just too damn cute. [1k]
Warnings: Pure fluff. No spoilers. Just feeding my fantasies.
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Peter Parker was too cute.
Seated at his desk, with his soft whisps of hair sticking out all over the place; the dark gray t-shirt that hugged every curve on his goddamn perfect body; the squint behind his glasses that simply accented his features, magnifying his already large eyes; the flexing of his bicep as he moved his pen rapidly across his notebook; the rhythmic bouncing of his bare foot; the way he would look up, gaze locked on an empty space of his desk, a light bulb striking above his head as he returned to his calculations.
He was too cute for you to resist.
Orbitational Pull
peter is disastrously bad at talking about how he feels. friends to lovers!
NOTE: tysm @gotkindabored for helping me post this, and also being all-around lovely! pls go easy on me, im VERY rusty :)
“Hey you,”
She hears it from the familiar corner of her bedroom, one that she’s used to. He sounds hoarse and out of breath, and his suit is slick with rainwater. She looks beautiful, of course. There isn’t a moment of the day she doesn’t steal his breath.
“Peter,” she says, voice low and careful, but even still- he can hear the honey-sweet affection his name is spoken through, “You’re early tonight, huh?”
He cracks a smile, and looks her over- he can’t help it.
He fell on her fire escape, one night. Her crappy college apartment, a shared place with her own room. It was months ago, feels like decades now. Of course, he knew who she was before that night. He knew she was the kind girl, who smiled at him every time she passed him in the hallways. He’s had a crush on her since was ten, when she offered him a chocolate bar the day after Halloween, when Aunt May had just packed a granola bar.
andrew peter Parker with the highschool sweethearts trope and prompt “are you wearing my shirt”
𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐌!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓.
pairings ; tasm!peter parker x reader
warnings ; established relationship, pet names, pure cheesy fluff to be honest.
word count ; 659
additional notes ; 'high school sweethearts' + "are you wearing my shirt?' prompts used <33
peter was in a grumpy mood. it wasn’t usual that he was these days. not when he was practically renowned across the school for the mood change the second you showed up. your poor boyfriend known for being so sappily in-love with you.
but he wasn’t able to see you this weekend. he caught a glimpse at your window after patrol both days, lightly knocking the glass while you slept in bed before giving up, not wanting to wake you.
(dean voice) if i could crawl into your ribcage and make a home there i would. that way we would never be apart
(cas voice) and i would shelter you so tenderly. slow my heartbeat so it would be soothing to you and cradle you with my bones
(sam accidentally walking into the room voice) what the fuck
part one | part two
summary you're a single mom living three trailers down. eddie thinks you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen. now friends, you, eddie and junie take a trip to the city. queue oreos with double the cream, a sock related mishap, a display of strength, storybooks, matching pajamas, a velveteen rabbit and a tray of cupcakes to eat on the drive home [15k]
warnings teen mom!reader, fem!reader, r is junie's birth mother, fluff, hurt/comfort, eddie being a total girl dad (<3), mutual pining, yearning etc, tw for not having much money, general mom struggles :(, slowburn friends to lovers, eddie’s mom implied to have passed away, mention of past falsely presumed self-harm (not graphic, just baby eddie scratching a rash and wayne worrying), hair tourniquet + intense panic
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Eddie doesn't mean to come knocking. He's staring at the ceiling with an open tray of Oreos on his chest, chewing through the boredom of a Monday evening and the pain of an aching back when he thinks of you and Junie.
Toddlers like cookies, right?
He shoves his socked feet into poorly laced converse and turns out all the lights as he leaves. The door slams shut behind him, a rattling of metal ringing into the crisp night while he takes his steps two at a time.
He starts up the street to your trailer and slows as your home comes into view. The lights are on, the curtains open. You stand in the middle of the room with your eyes closed, stretching to one side with your arms held high above your head. He can see the moment your back pops, see the tension of the day slip away just slightly. The exposed stretch of your tummy shines in the light.
You say something to Junie. He decides to stop acting like a stalker and bumps up your steps, hesitating at the door with a sinking feeling in his stomach.
What the fuck was he going to say? Hey, guys, I brought a half-eaten tray of cookies. Um. Because I missed you both? Sorry if that's weird?
"What kind of loser…" he scathes. He doesn't finish, bringing his hand to the door and knocking with a haphazard explanation waiting on the tip of his tongue.
You open the door a short few seconds later. You smile wide, wide enough to open the yawning gap in his chest all over again. Tonight when he goes home he'll have to close it like he has to so often lately after seeing you. Pretend his feelings for you – whatever they are – are smaller, less terrifying.
parallels
still in denial about their ending so here's their beginning
pairing : eddie munson x fem!reader
word count : 3.7k
summary : eddie munson has a huge crush on y/n l/n. which really sucks, because she’s his friend, and she’s way out of his league… but god, she’s so gorgeous.
notes : slight spoilers for s4 :) so incredibly slight. that’s all <3 this is for all my eddie lovers in light of some… recent developments.
ALSO! requests are open :) check out my pinned post for more info on that. enjoy!
you and bucky have been best friends since you were kids, but ended up going to colleges thousands of miles apart. your student experience begins terribly, but bucky is having the time of his life - you can't let him know the truth. because if he did, you know he'd drop everything to come and save you.
content warning: frat!bucky x best friend!reader, idiots in love, angst, shitty friends, crying, reader has an older sister, slut shaming, fluff, soft!bucky, hurt/comfort.
"Hey, sunshine!"
You smile widely at the sight of Bucky's face on your phone, your heart immediately warming. "Hey, moonlight."
He's walking around his frat house, his eyes bright and his teeth on show as grins at you. "How's it going? You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good," You lie, nestling against your pillow. "How about you?"
"I'm great," He answers, a frown growing on his face. "You still in bed?"
WANDA MAXIMOFF | CLAPBACK QUEEN™
alright dammit now I'm thinking about dean sidling up to cas at the bar with thee biggest grin on his face and his legs shaking as he says "buy you a drink, angel?" and cas turning around and throwing his arms around dean's neck, hugging him so tight he can barely breath and them both clinging on to each other as everything else moves around them and dean finally letting the tears roll down his cheeks as he repeats "i love you cas i love you I'm here i love you"
Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader (non-bau!reader)
Content: fluff, kissing, that’s it this is pure fluff, season 7-8 Spencer
A/N: I Literally haven’t posted anything criminal minds in like a year, and I haven’t written anything in like three months, so I don’t If this is any good 👍 hope you enjoy!
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It’s a quite Sunday morning at Spencer’s apartment. Youre both lounging on the couch reading. At least Spencer is reading. You got distracted at least 5 minutes ago, and that’s a conservative guess. It’s just that you can’t look away.
You had initially gotten distracted when you looked up from your book, about to ask Spencer a question, but the words got caught in your throat.
The golden morning light seemed to make Spencer glow. He was biting his lower lip and his hair had slipped from where he had tucked it behind his ear, slightly obscuring his eyes from your view.
As your words died on your tongue, your brain went almost completely blank except for one thought: Gorgeous. Spencer Reid is Gorgeous.
Summary: Spencer’s vet begrudgingly agrees to an emergency house call. Request: Spencer finds a stray cat and instantly becomes attached. He ends up falling for Reader, his vet. A/N: Beware the bubble-pocalypse. No cats were harmed in the making of this production. Couple: Spencer Reid/GN!Reader Category: Fluff Content Warning: None Word Count: 3.5k
I’d met a lot of pet owners during my admittedly young career, but I’d never met one as overbearing as Dr. Spencer Reid. It’d only been a matter of months since he’d first gotten a pet. I knew that because he had been sure to tell me every detail about their life together.
Because of that, I’d quickly learned that he wasn’t joking when he’d said that he had an eidetic memory. He also hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d warned me that he tended to overthink things. Within a month, I had received at least 30 phone calls… outside of office hours. I’d like to pretend like he was just trying to find an excuse to talk to me, but those conversations never went further than the cat.
If it had been anyone else, I would’ve blocked his number. But the incessant calls were alright, because I’d also never met a pet owner so infuriatingly beautiful as Dr. Spencer Reid.
“Come one, you and me, we’re hitting the town.”
