“There’s a lot to hate about you, Reid.” Emily commented in response to another particularly genius interaction with the young Doctor.

What followed was a list of examples of reasons to dislike Spencer Reid, in the form of the games he had previously beaten his team members in, such as polker, chess, and even Go. The list was comical to his friends, but that day, on a return flight home from a case that was then forgotten, Spencer found himself frowning. Had you been awake, you would have defended him, and he knew this, but regardless of your lack of consciousness, he found comfort in looking down to see you sleeping with your head on his shoulder and your hands around his forearm. Still, over the course of the next few hours, Spencer’s mind spiralled with concerns over Emily’s words, while yours explored the world of dreams.

Once the plane landed, Spencer woke you from your slumber; as soon as your eyes opened they met his, and it was your turn to frown. He gave you a small smile before turning away from you, but he knew better than to think you hadnt noticed the sadness behind his eyes. You didnt need a career in profiling to see through the facade of the man you love.

It wasnt until you were safe inside your shared home that you chose to address the elephant in the room.

“Spence, what’s wrong? You’ve been way too quiet and avoiding eye contact with me, which are two indications of something upsetting you.” By giving him examples of what you had noticed, Spencer could not find a way to distract you or persuade you away from what you knew to be true.

Spencer stood at the kitchen counter with his palms pressed against the surface, his body facing away from you, to assure that you dont see his hurt and confused countenance.

“Is there a lot to hate about me?” He asked abruptly, but you could hear the nervousness lacing his words.

You were utterly taken aback, and all words escaped you. For a few moments that felt like an eternity, your mind went completely blank. How could anyone dislike Spencer? What could have happened to make him think somebody did? Blinking rapidly, you pulled yourself out of your thoughts and approached the keeper of your heart. You wrapped your arms around his middle from behind, pressing the side of your face into the soft material of the shirt that formed a wall between you and Spencer’s back.

“I dont know what has brought this on, but I cannot think of a single reason that anyone could possibly dislike you. Spencer, you are absolutely wonderful in every sense of the word! You’re an indisputable genius, with the kindest heart and the most unique areas of expertise. You are lovely inside and out, easily the most beautiful soul I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, and I trust you not only with my life, but with my heart.” You told him, forming your thoughts into words and allowing them to spill freely from your lips.

Spencer turned around in your arms, leaning back against the counter and cupping the side of your face with one of his hands, his thumb tracing your cheek so gently you barely felt it.

“And I promise to protect your heart until the day mine gives up.” Your lover replied sweetly.

You gasped jokingly “Did you just admit that when you die you’re gonna stop loving me? You got some ladies up in the clouds waiting for you that I dont know about?”

Spencer chuckled at that, shaking his head at your ability to make him laugh at something so ridiculous “I’ve already got an angel right here, I think Im set for the rest of my life, and whatever comes after that.”

You smiled up at him, eyes filled with adoration as you nuzzled into his palm “Im not the angel here, buddy.”

Then it was Spencer’s turn to gasp jokingly “Im sorry, ‘buddy’!?! Did you just friendzone me?”

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck “I wouldnt dare. Now, care to tell me what caused you to think such ridiculous and negative things about yourself?”

Spencer sighed, he had hoped you had forgotten the previous topic of conversation “It was just something Emily said on the plane while you were sleeping- no, no, stop that, I know that look!”

Your eyes widened “What look!?!”

Spencer nodded at you “That one! The ’Im-going-to-kill-Emily-at-our-workplace-tomorrow-because-she-made-my-boyfriend-sad’ face!”

You rolled your eyes and sighed “Ok, ya got me, but carry on.”

Spencer chuckled “Apparently there’s a lot to hate about me because I always win board games.”

You raised an eyebrow “That’s not true! I’ve won plenty of board games against you!”

Spencer smirked “That’s because Im a gentleman that lets his lover win.”

Your jaw dropped, before you and Spencer both burst out laughing.

“Well, regardless, I wouldnt say there’s anything to hate about you. There’s definitely a lot to love, though.”

Stark Tower has literally got the best wifi in the whole of New York and Tony makes it free as well so sometimes he’ll walk out of the ground floor and just see like a dozen or so people, usually kids, just sat on the doorstep on their phones or laptops and like it’s such a little thing to do but yknow. He’s Ironman. Give the kids some damn fast wifi.

okay BUT

the day after actual tony stark saw them hanging out in frony of the Tower, some of the kids were reluctant to go back there but God they had to finish their homework and the tower was on their way from school so they go back there and

theres a separate room that surely mustve been some important part of the lobby yesterday but now had a “Free WiFi Zone” plate on the door. Inside were huge sofas and armchairs and beanbags, fridges stocked with various drinks, a coffee maker and 20ish iron man mugs, a couple of laptops on the desk near the wall and a note for them to read:

“This is your part of the Tower now. Use whatever you need, no time limit, and stay in school kids :) - T. S.”

So I uh… went to write a short, cute drabble for this and… I ended up writing a nearly 3k long fic? Whoops? This got away from me. I regret nothing.

It started with Wi-fi. Wi-fi of all things. Tony found out by accident.

“What’s going on out here?” Tony asked, sliding his sunglasses down a bit to look at the group of teenagers sitting in front of the Tower.

All the teens looked up at once, eyes wide like deer caught in headlights. They looked at each other, then back at Tony.

“Um, well…” A brunet spoke up, closing his laptop. “The Avengers Tower has great Wi-fi, sir. And it’s free. We all… some of us don’t have access to Wi-fi at home, and we need it for school projects.”

Tony blinked. “Oh. Okay. Study hard, then.” He adjusted his sunglasses again and walked into the Tower without a second thought.

But later that day, Tony keeps thinking about it. Can’t get it out of his head, until he goes so far to have FRIDAY pull up security camera footage from in front of the Tower over the past few weeks.

There are kids there, always, Tony finds. Anywhere from ten to nearly fifty, all crowded around the Tower, sitting on the grass. Even at night or in shitty weather, there were at least a few.

And sure, Tony was fine with it. More than fine with it, even. If kids wanted to use Tony’s Wi-fi, he on board with it. Tony was completely with the idea of accessible technology.

So it hung out in the back of Tony’s mind, and he smiled at the group of the teens he saw every time he walked in and it the Tower. He made sure security didn’t bother them, and left them to their devices.

But the thoughts of it wouldn’t leave Tony’s brain. A part of him ached a little at the idea of the kids who were so needing of a damned Wi-fi connection they would sit in the rain for it. It got to the point that Tony was lying awake in bed, thinking about it.

“FRIDAY, are there any vacant floors in the Tower?” Tony asked, staring at the ceiling.

“There are three vacant floors,” FRIDAY answered in a chipper voice.

Tony sat up. “FRIDAY, order a shit ton of junk food and furniture. We have work to do.”

And so it began. Within a week, Tony had a large room on its own floor completely dedicated to being an expansive lounge. It had all sorts of furniture, shelves stocked with every food Tony could think of, a fridge full of drinks, an espresso machine, and over a dozen outlets. It was close to the bottom floor, easily accessible by the elevator. Tony talked to Happy and reorganized his entire security so that anyone could walk into the Tower and go straight to the lounge.

The first day, there were already over twenty teens milling around, laptops plugged in and noses in books. It made Tony smile and feel warm in ways he couldn’t describe, seeing the tranquil environment of kids studying. The numbers grew over time, and Tony made sure it was kept accessible 24/7.

So it started with Wi-fi. But after that, things got more… complicated.

Tony was in the lounge, taking an inventory of what needed to be restocked. Sure, he had people for that, but it was nice to show his face every so often, remind the kids he existed.

Tony finished writing down how many bags of Doritos were on the shelf and spun around, crashing right into someone.

“Oh fuck,” Tony stumbled, catching the person by their elbows. A pair of startled green eyes stared up at him in horror. “Hey. Hi.” Tony smiled. “Sorry about that. Wasn’t looking where I was going. My fault.”

The girl stared at him, breathing hard. “I’m sorry I didn’t-”

“Hey, no. My fault, remember?” Tony soothed. “I’m responsible for at least fifty per cent of the accidents in this Tower.”

“Actually, you’re responsible for sixty-seven point nine per cent.” FRIDAY chirped.

Tony frowned. “Is that counting the incident on Thursday?”

“You did hold fifty per cent of the blame.” FRIDAY reminded him.

“Twelve per cent, at most,” Tony argued. He looked back at the girl. “Thor tried to put a raw egg in the toaster, it’s a long story.”

The girl gave a confused, shy smile. Tony counted that as some kind of victory.

Tony went to let go of the girl’s elbows when his gaze brushed over her forearm. “Hey.” Tony’s voice was softer. “Are you okay?”

The girl froze again, biting her lip. “No- it’s fine, I don’t-” Her face turned red. But not as red as the angry lines cut into her wrist.

“You wanna talk?” Tony asked, eyebrows knit together.

“You-you’re busy I shouldn’t-”

“FRIDAY, cancel the afternoon meeting. Or tell them I’m not coming,” Tony said without hesitation. “There, I’m free.”

The girl frowned. “You didn’t have to do that. It’s fine, really.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Come on, kid. Let’s talk, okay?” He sighed at her hesitance. “Hey, what’s the worst I can do? I’m just some rich guy.”

With a begrudging smile, the girl took Tony’s hand and Tony lead them to an empty storage room, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall.

“What’s your name?” Tony asked.

“Cecilia,” The girl mumbled.

“Hi, I’m Tony.” Tony introduced with a bright smile. Cecilia laughed. “So you wanna talk about this?” He pointed to her wrist.

“I…” Cecilia cleared her throat. “It’s hard, you know? School is hard, and I’m not good enough to do anything right, and…” She swallowed. Cecilia covered her face, choking on a sob.

Tony scooted closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You wanna know something, kid?”

Cecilia looked up.

“I am one of the richest men alive, have been named Sexiest Man Alive three times, have my last name attached to a fortune five hundred company, have been called one of the leading minds of the 21st century, am a member of the goddamned Avengers and…” Tony ran a hand through his hair. “And I feel the same way. All the time. I wake up worried that someday everyone’s gonna see through me, see the fraud I really am.” Tony cleared his throat. “I have anxiety attacks. I wake up screaming from nightmares. I avoid mirrors. And some days I don’t want to wake up at all.

“But I do. Because there are people who need me to. And maybe it’s more for me than you. But it’s not about numbers. Quantity holds no value the quality. As long as there’s one person who cares, you’ve got a reason to wake up in the morning.” Tony thought a moment. “And if you’ve got no one else, then I count, right?”

There was a long stretch of awkward silence, but the shy smile Tony got made it all worth it.

After that, Tony invested in having free, confidential, no strings attached therapists at the Tower for the kids who came to study. He started with five, but by the end of the month, Tony had seven full time and three part-time working at the Tower. Tony did briefly see Cecilia’s face every now and then, and she seemed happier. That made it all worth it.

After that, everything was a downward spiral. Someone put a suggestion box on the door, and the teens who stayed wrote their ideas down. Tony read every single one. Even the stupid ones. And he listened.

First, there were showers installed in the bathrooms. Tony noticed there were certain faces that showed up more than others, so often it was almost concerning. So Tony figured they might as well freshen up while there. The showers were equipped with towels, soap, and all other necessities.

After the showers came the storage room filled with other living supplies. Blankets, food items, clothing, some basic tech, gift cards for local supermarkets, toiletries. Anything Tony could think of required for living. Like everything else, anyone could take anything, no questions asked.

Then came the library. There were suggestions for a supply of the review books and textbooks for the classes students were taking, and Tony decided to go in all or nothing. The library was filled wall to wall with every modern textbook and review book in the curriculum, as well as an expansive amount of leisure reads as well. Tony stocked it with comfortable seating, computers and tablets as well. There were no late fees, Tony refused to make any of the kids pay a damned dime for things they should have basic access to.

And then there were physical doctors as well. Ones who could give flu shots and prescribe at least the most basic of medications and advice.

After that, the gym just seemed to be common sense. As the recommendations in the box pointed out, public gyms were expensive. So Tony set up a gym. Granted it wasn’t Avengers level, but it was a damned nice gym.

Tutors came next. Private tutors, as well as ones that would teach entire groups. Tony managed to wrestle with the local schools to even get the kids credit for some of the tutorings.

After that, things finally seemed to mellow out. Tony drew up a list of rules, but most of the teens were pretty decent about keeping things civil. Tony was damned proud to average only one incident a month.

The Avengers found out about the Student’s Lounge as it’d be dubbed, and they frequented it more than Tony expected. He found Clint down there telling stories that were probably classified, Natasha showing a group of girls ballet moves, Thor showing off trinkets from Asgard, Steve drawing with a group of art kids, Sam giving serious talks on mental health, and so on. It was nice.

And it worked. Kids were happy and studying, but also had a place to relax and unwind. Tony did have to get an ungodly number of permits and licenses to do what he did, but it was all beyond worth it to see the kids smiling and being safe.

It was a year later when Tony was working in his workshop with jeans and a tank top and FRIDAY caught his attention.

“Mr Stark, your presence has been requested in the Student’s Lounge,” FRIDAY said, cutting into the silence.

Tony frowned. “Is it an emergency?”

There was a pause. “No, but the students are rather insistent.”

“Fine.” Tony stood up with a sigh. “Tell them I’ll be down there in a minute.”

Tony took the elevator down to the floor that was now entirely monopolized by the Student’s Lounge. As soon as the doors opened he found himself standing in front of a few dozen teens, all crowded around and waiting.

“Is this some club meeting or a cult initiation?” Tony asked, sliding his grease-covered hands into his pockets.

A teen stepped forward, a blond boy with bright eyes and a nervous smile. “Uh, hi. We… we had something we wanted to share with you.” He was holding note cards, absently tapping them.

Tony glanced around. “Well then, shoot.” He spread his hands.

The blond cleared his throat, looking down at the cards. “We hear the saying a lot,” He read, “that it’s impossible to shop for a man who has everything. And with you, that couldn’t be more true. A genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, one of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, and an amazing person all around. You truly have everything, Mister Stark.

“And yet, you give. You give, and you give. You gave us a place to study that became so much more. Beyond the material items, this place has become a home for all of us. For those of us who don’t have food to eat at home, books to read, clothes to wear, a family to come home to. All because you wanted to give some kids a good Wi-fi connection. You created a family. This year alone, the graduation rate grew ten per cent from last year, and we don’t think it’s a coincidence. And we’re all confident with your help, that number will grow more and more.

“You created jobs for the community. We did the math and figured at least fifty new jobs were created through the Student’s Lounge. And you pay for all of it out of pocket. You don’t need to. You’ve already saved the world more than enough times, given millions of dollars to charity. And yet you did this for a group of kids sitting on your front lawn just to get a decent Wi-fi connection.

“There are no words to describe the kindness that takes. The amount of time you’ve put towards this proves it’s so much more than a publicity stunt. Not only do you personally oversee everything, but you stop by weekly, even if just to say hi. You listen to what we have to say. In a world that makes it so easy to ignore teenagers, you put every ounce of effort into doing the complete opposite. And your effort didn’t go unnoticed.” The blond stepped aside and let a redhead girl stand in the middle instead.

“My name is Miranda.” The girl spoke up. “A year ago, I was addicted to heroin and struggling in all of my classes. I was… I was ready to drop out of school altogether, even considered selling my own body just for drug money. But a friend dragged me here and… and I got therapy. A doctor. Food. All things my family struggled to afford. My recovery is still slow going, but thanks to you, I can say I’m in recovery, to begin with. Thank you.” Miranda stepped to the side and a black haired boy took her place.

“I’m Ian. My parents abused me, and I had nowhere to go. Even after coming here to spend my afternoons, I was hesitant to overstay my welcome. But I wasn’t ever judged, and always felt safe here. I was able to work up enough courage to run away and start spending nights here. Eventually, I met a friend here who let me stay with them, but not once did I have to know how it felt to be homeless. This place was my home, the entire time, even now that I sleep somewhere else. You gave me a home. Thank you.”

And so it went on, each kid telling their own version, and Tony wasn’t even ashamed to admit he was openly crying before they even got through ten. And he listened. To every single one. Tried to remember names and important details, make mental notes for future reference. Tony watched and listened, entranced by every story.

The first boy stepped back up. “And I’m Ben. I don’t really have a sob story, but I do know that this place is a home for every single person here. We’re a family of brothers and sisters, and you’re, for lack of better wording, the cool dad. So thank you. From the bottom of our hearts, thank you. So much. We hope our family can grow, and this home will only get better with each day. So while we don’t have any gift, we hope this can stand as one. Our stories are something that you gave us, and we hope by sharing them you can understand how much you mean to all of us.” The boy, Ben, lowered his notecards and smiled. “Thank you.”

Tony stared at them, wiping tears away from his eyes. “You’re all assholes.” He decided. “I am supposed to be a suave billionaire, and here you’ve got me crying like a dumbass.”

The teens all laughed.

“You know what?” Tony clapped his hands together. “This deserves a pizza party. Domino’s is about to hate me. Does anyone have any dietary restrictions? Start writing up a list while I find a phone number.”

“Don’t you have stuff to do?” A brunette girl who Tony remembered to be Cassie asked.

Tony shrugged. “It’s fine, I’ll do it in the morning.”

“Miss Potts has asked for the schematics to be uploaded by midnight,” FRIDAY spoke up.

“Pepper has been working for me long enough to know ‘by midnight’ means by noon the next day. It’s fine.” Tony waved off. “Come on, start writing a list. If I don’t see at least one gluten-free pizza, I’m making you do it again.”

The teens all smiled and started writing and shouting at each other. Tony watched with a happy sigh. They were a family.

What’s the Story Morning Glory

Inspired by an episode of New Girl. 

Warnings: Mention of genitals. 

Pairings: Quicksilver (Pietro x black!reader

“Good morning, Y/N.” Steve greets me over his newspaper, with a smile.

However, as much as I love the super soldier, he knows not to talk to me before I’ve had my coffee. I mumble my hello to him as I make my way to the coffee maker to fix an espresso.

I had a late night last night with Wanda after I finally got her to come out with me. After many, many shots and a long night of dancing, so not only was I tired but very hungover as well. Hence why I was lazy enough to wear only a robe and have my natural hair up in a bun.

I nod towards the rest of the avengers in the kitchen who were also getting their days started. Tony was geeking out with Bruce about something that I could care less about but sent a wink my may. Clint, like me, is usually grumpy in the morning was dazedly looking at his coffee, while Bucky did the same with his hot tea. Thor was speaking animatedly to Vision, Sam and T'Challa about his last Asguardian adventure, while Natasha was checking up on a half dead looking, hungover Wanda.

“Good morning Piet. Sleep well?” Steve asks the shirtless Sokovian enters the kitchen.

From the look of the dark circles underneath his eyes and his five o’clock shadow, I would take that as a no. But I couldn’t help but scan his body; from his broad, toned shoulders down to his abs and down his happy trail to his very pronounced v. I discreetly look away and he catches me a smirks- which doesn’t go unnoticed by his twin. 

“Ah same as always.” He shrugs, fixing him a cup of coffee as well from the Keurig beside me.

I bite my lip, trying really hard to not stare at his muscles out the side of my eye or how low his sweatpants hung on his waist.

“Is there any more cream?” He asks, in a sleepy and heavily accented voice.

I go over to the refrigerator, not noticing that he was following close behind me. Therefore, once I got the cream and closed the door, I turned right into him. We both pause a second in awkwardness as I feel his morning wood jabbing into my pelvis, neither of us being able to move.

“Oh my god.” He mumbles under his breath, clearly embarrassed.

“It’s okay! It’s okay! Just the side brushed.” I say quickly, trying to diffuse the awkwardness but ended up making things worse.

I look over at the table where everyone was situated to see Tony and Sam look at us amused at the situation while Steve was suffering from secondhand embarrassment and Wanda and Nat were struggling to keep in their giggles.

“Y/N it’s just—” he walks towards me and I hop onto the counter away from him.

“Be careful with that thing. You’ll put someone’s eye out!” Sam scolds playfully, hopping out of his seat as Pietro nears him.

“You know what? It’s way too early for this shit.” Pietro sighs, leaving the kitchen and walking back to his room.

Dating Pietro Maximoff Would Include

- Constantly trying to one-up Wanda and Vision

- You: “Piet, I’m cold..”

Pietro: “Awh, here, you can have my jacket.”

- Wanda: “Vis, it’s pretty cold, don’t you think?”

Vision: “I’m afraid I cannot control the temperature in this area.”

- His life goal is just to make you happy

- He needs constant contact

- PDA would be pretty minor, like holding hands or cheek kisses

- As soon as you’re out of the public, you’re probably having a long and languid make-out session

- He doesn’t rush or anything, he’s gentle and slow and wants to make sure you both feel everything

- For a man that can run at the speed of light, he’s surprisingly gentle and patient with you

- Sleeping in with him

- The Avengers let you because, according to Steve, “They’re just kids, they need rest”

- In reality, you and Pietro stay up until midnight watching Disney movies and eating snacks

- Constantly being babied by the Avengers

- Tony eventually giving you a “bedtime” because he can’t stand your sleep schedule

- Piet always sneaks you into his room somehow, even though Stark made a point to have your room and his room 5 floors apart

- And when he sneaks you in, he rushes you into his comfy bed and immediately cuddles you

- His cuddles are so nice because he’s usually warm and warm cuddles are good cuddles

- If you lay stomach-down on top of him, he braids your hair over and over soothingly

-After several hours he finally sleeps, but he’s a super light sleeper

- If you wake up, he notices and wakes up because you changed your breathing pattern

- r a s p y s l u r s o f m o r n i n g v o i c e +

b e a u t i f u l s o k o v i a n

- Just kinda staring at his pretty face until he wakes up

- He’d refuse to call you anything other than pet names

- He knows the kind of effect that the pet name “princess” has on you so thats the one he usually uses

- On the rare days that you don’t have missions, you binge The Office

- MAKEOUT SESSIONS

- Makeout sessions where you absolutely wish you could do more but you’re not OLD ENOUGH 

- Petting his hair !!!!!

- Sometimes he has shitty days and you feel so bad about it

- During missions it is 110% his main goal to keep you safe

- He will let you fight your own fights but if you get overwhelmed at all he will blast through and murder anyone who comes near you

- Probably showing each other off on social medias

- Him taking pictures of you all nuzzled up to him and sleeping

- You getting revenge posts of him attempting and failing to bake cookies

- Being the envy of absolutely everyone

- But everyone loves you both together so its okay

Idiots in Love

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader angst where they are really close friends at first. Slowly, she starts to ignore Spencer (because of her feelings and her believing they aren’t reciprocated). Spencer is hurt and angry and goes to her apartment one night. 

                                                              ——

“Come on,” Spencer whined. “I’m hungry. Let’s go.”

She chuckled under her breath. “Gimme a minute. I’m almost done with this.”

“It’s paperwork, Y/N,” he replied. “We always have paperwork. I need Thai food.”

“No one needs Thai food,” she laughed. No one could possibly understand how annoying Spencer was when he was hungry. “Don’t over-exaggerate. It’s unbecoming of a genius.”

Spencer and Y/N were in full sync with each other from the get go. Never before or since had Spencer gotten along with someone so well. It was perfect. If he ever lost her…he had no idea what he’d do. Thankfully, it wasn’t a thought that crossed his mind very often.

                                                             ——

You didn’t want to fuck this up. This wonderful relationship you had with Spencer. He was your best friend. But the thing was you wanted so much more. With Spencer, it was easy. With Spencer, everything just flowed. What more could you want in someone you would spend your romantic life with?

You were so scared to say anything. If he didn’t feel the same way, it would without a doubt make things awkward. Other than with each other, you were both pretty awkward in general, so throwing that kind of a wrench into things could really backfire unless both of you felt the same way. The risk was too great - or so you thought. Lately, the risk of not saying something was even greater. It was eating away at you. You either had to say something or rethink your relationship with him. It was too hard. Both options weren’t feasible, but fear of rejection and fear of further emotional pain was winning out.

                                                            ——

“You want to go grab some pizza after work?” Spencer asked.

Normally after work, he and Y/N would go out and grab a bite to eat and then they would hang out at either one’s apartment and watch TV. For years, they’d been inseparable, but lately it was like she was avoiding him but he couldn’t figure out why. What had he done that had offended her so much that she was pulling away from him?

Her eyes darted back and forth across the paper she was looking at before she said anything. “Sorry, Spence. I can’t. My head is absolutely killing me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he replied. “Anything I can do?”

She glanced up at him and smiled weakly. “No, not really. I just need to go home and sleep. Thanks though.”

That’s what happened day after day for weeks and weeks. He would try and get together with her. For food. For a movie. Even for just a walk around the lake, which they used to do all the time. But every single time he did, she would find some excuse that she couldn’t go. She had a headache. Her stomach hurt. She was going to see her parents. She was going to see a friend from college. She just never had time for him anymore. 

For the first few weeks, he’d thought that maybe she was just getting busy and it would level out sooner or later, but then he’d started noticing differences at work. She used to make excuses to come to his desk and talk. Now she used liaisons whether they be other members of the BAU or secretaries or a random passing agent. She was curt in her replies. Her gaze floated away from him awkwardly when it never used to before. What could possibly have changed?

                                                            ——

Months.

It had been months. 

Each time you told Spencer you couldn’t make it to a planned dinner or cut him off during victimology you could see the hurt in his eyes. He didn’t understand. But you couldn’t say anything. You were already losing his friendship because you couldn’t grab life by the balls and confess how you felt. You couldn’t lose him at work too. The two of you still had a pretty good working relationship, but the more you kept excusing yourself from your get togethers, the more you could feel him drifting away. 

Fifteen minutes ago, you’d texted him that you were feeling a little under the weather and all you’d gotten was an okay.

Knock. Knock.

Two raps on the door. Very methodical.

“Spence?”

“It’s me. Let me in. We need to talk.”

You swallowed against the lump in your throat and the acid churning in your stomach. “What’s up, Spence?” You asked.

“What’s up?” He asked. His hands were in his pockets. His shoulders tense and unmoving. Under the harsh lights of your apartment, he looked angry. “What’s with you lately?”

This would’ve been a great time just to crumble and tell him, but you became indignant because that’s what everyone did when they were caught in an uncomfortable situation, right? “What do you mean? Nothing is with me.”

“Why are you ignoring me? We used to do everything together and now you barely look at me at work. What did I do wrong?” He looked like he was on the verge of tears. His muscles tight against his shirt and near to bursting with raw energy that he couldn’t place anywhere else. “I just don’t get it. If something is bothering you, tell me! Just tell me so I can fix it!”

“Spence, you aren’t doing anything wrong! I just get busy every now and then,” you said softly. 

He shook his head and went straight into denial as a tear fell from his eye. “No. I know that. I know you get busy and that’s fine. But you’ve never been too busy for me. You’re pulling away from me and I don’t know why.” The stream of tears was relentless.

“It’s nothing you did, Spencer. It’s me! Okay? It’s me!” You screamed, turning around and pulling at your hair by the roots. You didn’t say anything, you were hurting yourself. You did say something, you ran the risk of fucking up everything and hurting both of you anyway.

Spencer eyes went wide. “What? What’s wrong? Are you sick? Are you depressed? Because that’s where my mind has been going and the fact that you won’t talk to me is killing me inside! Do you know what it’s like to look at your best friend and realize they don’t see you the same way anymore?”

“Yes!” You screamed, fiery anger bringing tears to the corners of your eyes. “I know exactly what that’s like because I see it every time I look at you!”

“What does that mean?” He asked. “Nothing has changed with me. You’ve been my best friend and will always be…if you let me.”

The words shot out of your mouth. “I don’t just want to be your friend, Spence. I’m in love with you. Nearly a year. And every time I look at you, I can see that you don’t feel that way. You’ve never expressed any interest in me so I’ve held it in. Because I didn’t want to lose you. Because-”

Roughly, he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you toward him. “Who says I’m not interested in you?”

“Y-y-you’ve never said anything…” Everything hit you like a ton of bricks. Had you been wasting months in turmoil for nothing?

Spencer craned his head down and lightly grazed his lips over yours before pulling you in to deepen the kiss. “All you had to do was tell me,” he said, wiping away a tear with the pad of his thumb. “If you want me, I have no idea why you would, but if you want me, I’m yours. I always have been.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my best friend,” he said emphatically. “You idiot. There’s no one I’d rather be around. Plus, you’re beautiful. You’re everything I need.”

You inhaled sharply, a deep breath nestling in your chest before you let it go, and more tears along with it. “I’m sorry. I just…I didn’t want to say anything and screw things up, but I couldn’t not say anything and be so close to you all the time so this seemed like the best option for both of us.”

“You were worrying me. I thought you were sick or sad or something.” He leaned his forehead against yours and then moved upward to place a kiss on the top of your head. “You idiot.”

“My IQ isn’t that much lower than yours,” you huffed with a short laugh.

“No, but you’re still an idiot. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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In The Night

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: You and Spencer have been best friends, and secretly in love with each other, forever. One night, you stay over and, well, you know what happens

Warnings: Spencer and reader being awkward, smut, but not detailed

Word Count: 1.702

Note: i am in love with spencer/matthew, so this needed to be done. i have 12 (!!) more spencer drafts so there will be a big spencer x reader spam in the future. also, this is my first attempt at smut, that’s why i made it light (aka barely there) and that gif ????? - beautiful. 

“Thank you so much for letting me stay. You know I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t an emergency.” You thanked Spencer once again as you stepped into his apartment clad in your pajamas and an overnight bag in hand. A water pipe in your crappy old apartment broke, causing water to flood all over the floor, and the plumbers couldn’t be there until noon the next day, and no way were you going to sleep in a flooded apartment. 

“Of course, any time,” Spencer replied with a small yawn, having been asleep just minutes ago before you called him and woke him up,”You’re welcome to take my bed and I can sleep on the couch.”

“Oh no, please Spence. I’m the intruder, you go ahead and go back to bed. I’m fine on the couch, it’s just for tonight.” You assured him, giving a soft smile. Spencer scratched the back of his neck and let his eyes flicker from the couch to you and then to his bed. It was as if something clicked in his mind, the tiniest of smirks forming on his beautiful lips. 

“Or we could uh,” He stopped to clear his throat for a second, knowing what he was about to ask wasn’t usual for him, “We could just both share my bed. Talk for a little bit. Only if you’re comfortable with that, of course.”

That took a lot of courage for him, to be this bold and ask to share a bed with you. Secretly, it was what he had wanted for a very long time. Ever since you started working at the BAU as a new agent and he actually had the chance to get to know you, he was falling more and more in love with you every day. Not that he would ever have the guts to tell you. You were best friends, have been for years now and he’d rather keep the secret than have it destroy what you had now. Little did he know though, that you felt the exact same. The genius stole your heart the moment he started babbling about random facts, about topics that you absolutely had nothing to add to. But the way his eyes lit up with excitement made you happy, and you thought that whatever he had to say was in fact very interesting. So you, other than the rest of the team, never got sick of hearing him talk. But just like Spencer, you were oblivious to his feelings for you. Both of you also were oblivious to the fact that the whole team knew, you having told Penelope and Spencer having confided in JJ. Multiple scenarios about what could happen if you share a bed with Spencer started playing in the back of your head, momentarily making you stare into nothingness. Until Spencer’s rambling started up, “That-That was a stupid question, I’m sorry. I’ll just- I’ll get a blanket and a pillow-”

“I would love to share the bed, Spencer.” You finally answered, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he swallowed.

“You would love to,” He whispered, “Great, okay. Um… come on then.”

He turned on his heels and led the way into his bedroom, you following promptly. You had been in his bedroom before, but not to sleep. Not to be close to him, share a blanket. God, what have you gotten yourself into? The room looked the same as it always did though, slightly messy with books and a few case files piled onto his desk. A few books sat in piles beside his bed and next to the small bookshelf that stood on the right of the bedroom door. You put your overnight bag at the foot of the bed and climbed in on one side while Spencer took the other, both of you laying on your sides, facing each other. 

“So, how was your day?” He asked, causing a small laugh to escape your mouth.

“It was unproductive. I finished the book I told you about today, which was good. Other than that I just watched TV until the pipe broke and I had to basically evacuate my apartment.” You told him. A small smile crossed his features as he studied your face in the dark, the only source of light being the moon that peeked through the blinds.

“Sounds nice.” He said softly, moving his head closer to yours. You looked so beautiful in that moment, all he wanted to do was kiss you. And if he didn’t find the courage to do it now, he never would. You noticed a sudden shift in the mood and his head move forward just a tiny bit. Your eyes studied his face and lingered on his full lips. You’d always imagined how it would be like to kiss him, have him wrap his arms around you and feel him. 

You lifted your gaze from his lips and looked into his eyes, which were already on you. This time, his eyes flickered down to your lips and within a matter of seconds, he’d grabbed the side of your face and put his lips on yours. You let out a sort of relieved sigh and gave in completely, kissing him back just as eager. Your hand was reaching up to tangle into his hair, just as soft as you remembered it, only this time the reason you were touching it was completely different. You were kissing Spencer Reid, your best friend, your co-worker but most importantly, almost definitely the love of your life. 

Slowly but surely, Spencer started shifting his body so he was perched up on top of you, one hand gently moving down the side of your body, lingering on the exposed skin of your hip. The touch of his hand was hot against your skin and the way his thumb pushed into your hip made you moan softly. His hand then traveled further up under your shirt, resting right underneath your breast, his thumb caressing the skin there. You wanted him, bad.

You slipped your own hands under his shirt and let them run over his chest before you nudged his shirt off of him. He let you and then proceeded to take of yours, but not before breaking the kiss you were sharing and staring longingly into your eyes.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” He asked softly and brushed a stray piece of hair out of your face.

“I am more than okay with this.” You assured him and in no time, his lips were back on yours. He lifted your shirt over your head, grabbed ahold of your thigh and lifted it up to have you wrap it around his waist, his hand then slowly traveling upward. His fingers played with the hem of your pajama pants and you helped him pull them off, his hand finding its way back to your panties with ease. You decided to push down his pants with your toes, making it harder than you thought it would be which earned a chuckle from Spencer, who then pushed them down himself.

“I’m sorry, I thought that would be sexy.” You admitted with a giggle and he grinned and kissed you.

“It doesn’t matter. All this, here, it’s everything.” He told you, his fingers dangerously close to where you wanted - needed him most, making your hips involuntarily jerk up a little, “Are you ready?”

You just nodded and at the same time he kissed you again, his hand slipped into your panties and you moaned against his lips. His fingers felt exactly how you imagined they would, loving every second of what he was doing. He eventually got rid of your panties while you reached for his boxers but he pushed your hand away, mumbling a “Only you.” before he proceeded to go down on you. This was heaven on earth. You were a moaning mess underneath Spencer, one hand grasping the sheets while the other was tangled in his hair. You were close, you could feel the tension building up and he could tell. His tongue and fingers worked together to bring you to the edge and by the end of it, you were shaking with bliss.

But Spencer wasn’t done yet, and neither were you. He crawled back up to be face to face and licked his lips, making you bite your lip and hungrily pull him in for a kiss. The amount of kissing going on was, although very normal, the most amazing thing. Last but not least, Spencer slid out of his boxers and you could feel him at your entrance, positioning himself so everything would go down smoothly. He checked your face for any kind of sign that you weren’t okay with that but when you nodded your head, all his worries disappeared and he slowly pushed himself into you. Both of you moaned out in delight and his moan turned you on even more.

——

You never thought you would be able to say this, but Spencer Reid was amazing in bed. You just got done with what had to be the best sex you’ve had with anybody and were now tangled up in each other, either of you a sweating and panting mess. You were pressed up against his chest and tracing lazy figures on it while his hand was running up and down your side.

“Did you know that the chances of falling in love with your best friend are 1 in 200?” Spencer asked, his voice hoarse and admittedly, the sexiest thing you’ve heard (beside his moan).

“Are you trying to say you’re in love with me?” You asked and moved your head to look up at him. A small smile formed on his lips and he looked down to you, his eyes looking right into yours.

“Very much so.”

“I’m in love with you too, Spence.” You told him with a grin and wet eyes. You didn’t want to cry but this whole night had been amazing. You just confessed your love for each other. You had sex. You were here, with him. And all that thanks to a broken water pipe.

Want

Request: I’m so glad your requests are still open! Could I get a Gabriel x reader with the prompt, “I know what I want, when I want it… Now get over here.” Please? 

A/N: Thank you for the request @thewhiterabbit42! I really hope you enjoy it.

Paring: Gabriel x Reader

Warnings: a tad of angst

Word Count: 790

“Hm…hmm… hmmmmmm-”

“We’ve been standing here for fifteen minutes,” you whined, peeling your eyes from the menu board to pout at the archangel beside you.

Gabriel, sucking on a lollipop, dragged it past the soft confines of his lips. “Patience is a virtue.”

You frowned, shifting your gaze elsewhere. “Says the guy with an eternity.”

Your eyes settled on the huddled staff behind the counter. Their bodies hunkered, pulling out their wallets and displaying singles as though they were about to make it rain. “They’re placing bets now.”

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Expressions of Affection

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: You have a resting bitch face and are used to it chasing people off. Gabriel deals with it in his own way.

Quick facts: Romance – Gabriel/Reader – Nondescript Reader

Warnings: I don’t think there’s much… Innuendo at the end, I guess?

Words: 1966

Special note: For the @gabriel-monthly-challenge July dialogue prompt “So, exactly how long have you been standing there?” (It’s near the end.) Tagging mods @archangelsanonymous, @revwinchester, @archangel-with-a-shotgun, @archangelgabriellives, @warlockwriter, and @ttttrickster

A/N: Just a little thing out of an idea that made me laugh. And who can resist that prompt; there’s so much to do with it. Funnily enough I’m in a real Gabriel mood lately. I think I have three other GabrielxReader story ideas that I want to do (though one is technically DeanxGabrielxReader so maybe that shouldn’t count). Anyways, here’s at least one off the docket! Please enjoy.

    “God damn it Gabriel!”

You can only blink through the water and stare at the chaos as Dean hurls some pretty harsh invectives at the man (?) clutching his stomach and laughing hysterically. You thought you were hunting a vengeful spirit, but Dean is cursing and called the man (??) by name…but there’s no way all that water falling from the sky was natural…

“Sometimes I really wish shooting him would hurt,” Sam mutters and you look at him feeling some surprise. Sure he sounds like he’s meeting up with someone he doesn’t like, but he’s also relaxing his guard like he trusts him, so wanting to shoot the guy seems a little ruthless. It’s something you’d expect from Dean, but not Sam.

“Jeeze Louise, Dean-bean. I thought you’d appreciate the free shower,” ‘Gabriel’ says mockingly. He glances over and his eyes alight on you. Normally you’d give him a once over and be done, but you can’t stop staring. He’s…mesmerizing, somehow.

“Hey boys, who’s the new partner?” he asks and gives you a little wink. You stare in shock –is he flirting with you?– and he laughs. “Wow; if looks could kill I might actually be dead!”

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Smells Like You

A/N: Hi all, I haven’t posted in a while and this is a pretty short one, so my apologies but I wanted to post something. This last week was my first week of a new summer term for school and I’ve also acquired a job which will start next week, so my amount of time in which I have to post is smaller than usual right now.

Anyways, hope you enjoy this short oneshot!

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It had been five days since Spencer had left for the BAU’s latest case and you were getting lonely. You were so used to spending most nights over at his apartment that it felt weird to be spending so much time at your own place all alone.

You arrived home from an exhausting day at work and immediately stripped out of your work clothes, slipping on one of Spencer’s sweaters. He was so much taller than you that it fit like a dress.

You curled up on your bed, brought the collar of the sweater up to your nose and inhaled. His scent was faint as it had been away from him for so long, but it still brought you some comfort in his absence. You closed your eyes and drifted off, trying to pretend that he was right there beside you instead of off in another state chasing down a murderer.

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“(Y/N),” Spencer whispered, shaking you gently. “(Y/N).”

You opened your eyes to find Spencer kneeling next to your bed. “Spencer, you’re back!” You cheered, sitting up quickly and leaning over to embrace him. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, (Y/N),” he replied. He gave you a kiss before looking you up and down. “Is that my favorite sweater?”

“Oh,” you looked down at it as if forgetting you were wearing it, “Yeah, I might have taken it from your apartment the last time we were there right before you left for your case,” you confessed.

He gave you a confused look.

“You can have it back, I swear! It’s just that…it smells like you. I really miss you when you’re gone and it lets me imagine that you’re still here beside me at night,” you explained.

He smiled and reached forward to kiss you again. When you parted, he held you so that your foreheads rested against each other.

“Keep it,” he said.

“Really?”

“Yeah, it looks better on you anyways.” You laughed and gave him a hug. “Now let’s go get some pancakes.”

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Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Chapter Summary: You always managed to hide your feelings for Rob but a simple action puts your world upside down.

Written By: @gettingbywithalittlehelp96 & @itsfunnierin-enochian

Title: “Love Isn’t Fair”

Throughout your life you had many friends, but you really only had one best friend. Rob. The secret you were keeping however, was that you were actually in love with your best friend. You knew nothing would ever happen between the two of you, but yet, you still couldn’t stop yourself from falling for him more and more, every day.

You and Rob first met back in high school, and even though he was a grade older than you, your paths would cross often. Sometimes you would even find yourselves hanging out with the same group of friends and before you knew it a friendship had been created.

The two of you lost touch during your senior year, when he had gone off to college, only to be brought back together a year later when, as luck would have it, you started at the same school he was attending. That was when your friendship really started to grow. You started out only having a class or two together, but with every passing semester the number of classes you shared grew. Not too long after that, you started hanging out after classes, also starting to notice at all the interests you shared at the same time. You both liked the same music, the same movies and by the time your second and third years started, you were even sharing a dorm.

As Rob finished school, the two of stayed close and when it was your turn to graduate, life once again put you and Rob together, when you found an apartment building in L.A close to your new job, that Rob had just happened to pick for the same reason.

By this time, you were the best of friends, spending all but the time you were at work or sleeping, together. In the mornings, whoever was up first had the job of going to that little coffee shop around the corner and bringing the other coffee and in the evenings the same rule applied. The one who got off work first, had to pick up dinner from a new take out place to try.

You didn’t know why, but you and Rob had a unique connection, and while others came and went from your life, Rob was the one person who always remained. He was sweet and shy, with a touch of awkwardness. He was also, the most loyal person you had ever met and for as long as you had known him, none of those things ever changed. It might have taken you a long time to realize exactly why he was always in your life, but you had always known that you wouldn’t’ve had it any other way.

For years, you tried to talk yourself out of what you were feeling, but one day shortly after your thirtieth birthday, you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep it to yourself any longer.

It was the night of Rob’s first Louden Swain show and you were over at his apartment, helping him get ready. He asked you to pick out an outfit that you thought he would look good in and while he was in the shower you rummaged through his closet, eventually deciding on a white short sleeve shirt, a black tie and a pair of jeans. His dream was always to become a rockstar, and have a band that he could go on tour with and now that it was all starting to come true, you were so happy for him that you didn’t mind playing his stylist for the evening.

“Did you find something?” he yelled from behind the closed bathroom door.

“Nope! It’s a lost cause Robbie. You just don’t have anything fit for a rockstar.”

Opening the bathroom door, he came out with nothing but a towel on. “You just can’t help but to be a smartass, can you?”

You tried to form the words to answer him, but nothing came out. It was not a new concept, that he was an attractive man, only getting better the older he got, but nothing could’ve prepared you for how he looked still wet from his shower, with nothing but a towel covering his muscular frame and boy, did he have some of the best arms, you had ever seen on a man.

“Are you okay?” he asked startling you.

“Yeah,” you replied, with a nervous chuckle. “I guess I just zoned out there for a second.”

Shaking his head, he reached down and grabbed the clothes off the bed. “I told you it was a mistake staying up so late last night.”

Before you could try and protest, he had taken his clothes into the bathroom and shut the door behind him and you cursed yourself for not stopping him and coming clean right then and there.

A couple minutes later, the bathroom door flew open again, and Rob walked out, completely dressed with the black tie hanging loosely around his neck. “So how do you I look?”

Walking over, placed yourself in front of him and began to work on straightening out his tie. “You look adorable, but yet sexy all at the same time. As a matter of fact you look so handsome that I’m sure you could absolutely suck at singing and no one would care.”

“You think I suck at singing?” he asked with a pout.

“I didn’t say that. I said you were so handsome it didn’t matter,” you teased, as you finished tying his tie.

As he turned to examine himself in the mirror you could tell he was still pained by what you had said.

“Awe, Rob come on!” you exclaimed. “I was joking! You are an amazing singer and I know the second you get out on that stage you are going to turn into the rock God that we both know you are! Besides there are three other guys in the band, if they don’t like you they are bound to like one of them.”

“Alright!” he growled, turning towards you and raising a finger to scold you. “You’re not helping!”

You couldn’t help but start laughing. He always looked so cute when he was trying to act angry.

“Okay, Rob,” you said, bringing your hands u opp to the side of his face. “Take deep breaths. Everything is going to be just fine. You are amazing, the guys are amazing, and people are going to love you. All of you!”

He gave you a smile and you continued. “Wait a minute! why am I the one comforting you? The minute you get all hot and famous, you’re going to forget all about little old me.”

He shook his head. “Nope, never going to happen. Our relationship is the only thing good in this world and we can’t let anything change that.”

“Yeah, that’s what you say now anyways.”

Instead of saying anything, he just wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling you in close. Once again, another moment came and went that you could’ve told him but didn’t, and you hated yourself for it.

“You are my best friend,” he said pulling back. “Nothing is ever going to change that.”

Placing a quick peck on your cheek he reached down and grabbed his guitar. “Plus I have to keep you around, now that I know you can dress me up and make me look so hot, I’m going to use your skills to help me find a hot date.”

You forced out a laugh.”Well you will definitely get some girls looking like this.”

This is why you could never tell him. You were his best friend and the fact that he just told he wanted to use you to get a hot girlfriend only meant that he didn’t see you as anything more than that.

As you grabbed your bag and followed him down the hallway, you saw how confident he was. All of his awkwardness and shyness seemed to have completely faded away, even if just for the moment and you realized that you had to push your feelings aside. He loved you, as a friend, and you knew if you were going to keep him in your life you were going to have to get use to just being his friend.  

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Yassss! This is so good and I am so ready for this ride!

dean who’s just come out confessing to his best friend/roommate cas that he’s worried about dating guys because “it’s the same but it’s different, y’know? like the kissing and the date part i’m sure are about the same, but like… giving head’s a lot different, and that’s not even getting into sex.”

and cas casually offers to help him practice. cas, the fool, who completely thinks this is a friendly offer on his part and that there are no feelings involved. and dean, also a fool, thinks the same.

spoiler: there are feelings involved, or at least there will be.

cas teaches dean how to give head - the aftermath - dean propositions cas (with art!!!) - dean and cas have sex

cas doesn’t want to make things awkward (or rather, more awkward than necessary… he’s pretty sure it’ll be at least a little awkward for a couple days). as soon as he wakes up, he holds his breath to gauge how asleep dean is. once he thinks it’s safe, he carefully extracts himself from his best friend’s embrace and sneaks out of the room.

of course the moment he moves, dean wakes up, but he can’t bear to say anything, because that would mean hearing from cas why he felt he had to sneak away… so yeah, dean pretends to be asleep.

things actually aren’t too bad once they actually brave leaving their rooms. yeah, they don’t talk about… y’know… but they’re too good of friends not to recover from this. so they had really good sex that kinda derailed into a gentle make-out session and fell asleep in each other’s arms, so what? could happen to anyone. 

as if they need to prove they’re good, they eagerly accept charlie’s invitation to a bar. dean loudly proclaims that he’s ready for a real hook up and cas quietly admits that he probably should seek out a one night stand of his own. 

because clearly this thing with dean is going nowhere and he should nip any inconvenient feelings in the bud, right?

right.

dean dances with any even remotely pretty girl or attractive guy that looks his way. cas is pretty sure he dances with half the bar, and despite his intention of doing the same, cas can’t quite find the motivation. his heart’s just not in it, and he barely can bring himself to dance with charlie when she asks.

after a while, cas forces himself to stop watching dean. sure, he has a better idea why it pains him to see dean in the arms of others, but that doesn’t mean he’s ready to- 

his musings are interrupted by the loud clattering of two beer bottles being placed on the table in front of him. 

“mind if i buy you a drink?” dean asks. cas is momentarily stunned. he knows that smile, that flirty tone, but he’s never had it directed at him before.

not quite able to speak, he silently accepts one of the beers and chugs half of it in the hopes that it’ll clear his mind. it doesn’t, but oh well.

“so, i was thinking,” dean says slowly, looking at the table except when his eyes flash up through his lashes to cas. “you’ve been a lot of help. a great teacher, best i ever had.”

don’t remind me, cas thinks remorsefully. he can’t quite stomach imagining dean putting his “new skills” to the test with other men. “you’re welcome,” is what he manages to say out loud. somehow.

dean smiles, but some of that flirtiness is gone. there’s something nervous underneath the surface, and now cas is starting to get worried. 

“so, like i said,” dean continues, his hand absentmindedly peeling the label of his beer bottle, “i’ve been thinking. and i thought… y’know, there are a lot of things left i kinda wanna… try out. like yeah, i can give head and fucked a guy, but like… what if i wanna bottom? or try rimming? shower sex with a guy’s probably different than with a chick, right? same with car sex and 69 and uh… and y’know, i’ve never had a boyfriend before, and i honestly can’t think of a guy i’d rather try that out with than you.”

cas’ brain fizzled out about halfway through dean’s speech, but eventually it catches up. he nearly falls out of his seat when he hears dean say the word “boyfriend” but something desperate, some mix of eagerness and relief and joy keeps him steady enough to say:

“i’d like that very much, dean.” and somehow he recovers enough to smile and add, “i’m sure you could use a lot of practice.”

“tons,” dean agrees easily, his grin blinding and making cas feel fuzzy all over again. “you’re gonna have to work with me years before i get it right.”

cas gives an exaggerated sigh. “probably. but as your best friend, i really feel like it’s my duty.”

“absolutely.”

and yes, they totally end up having sex in the bathroom five minutes later.

- fin - 

epilogue/bonus scene: 

*after years of dating*

dean: cas, thank you for teaching me how to blow, fuck, and give guys mindblowing orgasms.

cas: no problem. it’s not like i haven’t benefited from the process.

dean: and thanks for teaching me how to date a guy. i really appreciate it.

cas, eyes narrowing: … you’re welcome?

dean: it’s just that now i feel like i’m ready to move onto the next step. you’ve taught me everything i need to know about dating a guy, and i was hoping you’d do me a huge favor and help me learn one more thing.

cas: …. uh

dean, getting on one knee and holding up a ring: would you help me learn how to be a good husband to my husband?

cas, with tears in his eyes: you idiot. yes i will.

Do it again

A/N: This request came from @skybenedetto requesting SpencerXReader with the dialogue prompt “you just kissed me.” “how observant.”

I hope you like it! It was super fun to write :)

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I Love You » Spencer Reid

Pairing: Reader x Spencer Reid

Word Count: 1,741

Warnings: None

Summary: After six months of dating Spencer, you both reveal your true feelings for each other, saying those three little words.

Tag: @coffee-and-stories, @pieceofried, @cynbx

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One Dance - Pietro Maximoff Imagine

Movie: Non-specified

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Requested by anon:  Pleas do a pietroxreader where she’s super badass and serious (we all know he’s the opposite of that) and they have a pretty love hate relationship and then one day on a mission when the city is evacuated they stop at a diner and the avengers rslow dancing to the song I’ll get by by dick haymes and Mary James and he offers her and she keeps refusing and eventually she says yes and they slow dance and the avengers are dying of cuteness.

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I roll my eyes as Pietro waves his hand in front of my face while I’m reading a book. Well trying to read. But Pietro being Pietro has to find a way to annoy me somehow. I try to ignore him but it’s impossible to ignore him as much as he can be a pain in the ass. 

“What?” I growl and he stops waving.

“I’m bored.” He slumps down and I roll my eyes once again.

“Why should I care?” I look at him with a blank face and he groans throwing his head on the headset of the couch. 

“Why are you so boring?” Pietro grumbles and I raise my eyebrows. 

“Me? I’m here trying to read a book in peace and you are the one annoying me, trying to get my attention.” I say and he sits up straight.

“Me? Your attention? Pfft!” Pietro scoffs, making my eyebrows raise again. He stands up but I can hear him grumbling to himself, “Why would I want her attention. Pft. She wishes.” And I can hear him until he leaves the room. When he does, to my big surprise, a small smile breaks out on my face. I turn my attention back to the book and a thought that just popped in my mind makes my eyes widen.

‘He’s cute.’ 

—————–

~Pietro’s pov~

I stand aside as Steve pairs up my fellow teammates for practice. Today I’m just watching them train.

“Bucky and Natasha, Wanda and Sam and Y/N and I. Let’s get to work.” Steve claps his hands and everyone goes to different stages. Steve and Y/N take the mat where they practice hand to hand combat. For some reason I can’t keep my eyes of off Y/N.

Her moves are like magic, once you start to watch her, you can’t stop. She swings her right arm at Steve and he blocks her punch, throwing one back at her but she moves just in time to avoid it. Her leg movements are so perfect, it’s like she has memorized a book about how to move. After a few more minutes of them swinging punches and blocking them, Y/N finally somehow manages to make Steve lose his balance and she kicks him in the knees making him fall. The blond guy looks up impressed and Y/N smirks, reaching out her hand to help him up. 

“Amazing Y/N. I’m really impressed.” Captain smiles.

“Thanks Cap.” Y/N replies and smiles. And as a smile decorates her face I can’t help but think how cute she is. I finally realize, I like this girl. A lot. Yes, maybe she’s way too serious and we have a love/hate relationship but, opposites attract. 

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~Y/N’s pov~

The Avengers have been called to help defeat some robots that went evil and are now trying to destroy the city of San Francisco, just like Ultron did a few years ago.

When we arrived in San Francisco we saw people running away screaming. We immediately charged into the battle, but it’s more intense then we thought it would be.

“Y/N duck!” I hear Natasha yell and I immediately do as she said and when I look up I see that she threw a knife at a robot who was behind my back. I look at her and mouth thanks as she winks at me. 

“Tony we need a plan! There’s too many of them and we have no idea where they are coming from! We have to find a place from where they come from and blow it up.” I say as I kill another robot with my hands. I take out my twin daggers and kill another one. 

“I’m on it.” I hear Tony answer through my ear piece. 

“You know Y/N I’m glad you don’t have fire powers. ‘Cause then you would be too hot to handle.” I block a strike from a robot and kick him in its metal chest, it stumbles which gives me an opportunity to stick a dagger in its head.

“That was extremely lame, Pietro.” I manage to answer the annoying Maximoff before another robot charges at me. This one has knives instead of hands so as it attacks me I have to bend backwards to avoid the knife cutting my head off. Explosion is heard somewhere but I can’t look anywhere else, if I do, I’m dead. 

“Everyone alright?” I ask my team.

“Don’t you worry babe, that was probably someone’s reaction to seeing you.” I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I dodge another strike from the robot but its second hand-knife cuts my waist and I wince. I look up, rage building in my eyes. All it takes is a few more hard blows from me to kill the robot and I look at my waist. A few drops of blood drip from the wound but it’s nothing major, it’s actually just a cut. 

“I hate you Maximoff.” I say and I know he heard me. He’s partly to blame for my wound, he distracted me for a second and that was enough to get me injured. 

The robots are still activated and they are trying to destroy the city. There’s no point in trying to kill them all, there’s too many of them.

“We have to evacuate the city.” I breath out and look around myself. Steve nods when he catches my eye.

“Leave that to me. Bucky, Tony, follow me.” Captain runs away probably to help local police to evacuate the city as the rest of us continue to fight. 

“Y/N watch out. There are enemies all around you.” Thor warns and I see him flying above me. He shots a few of them with a lighting and I sigh. 

“Thank you, Thor.” I reply gratefully. Moments later I started fighting another evil piece of machine. I see red sparks flying past me and I look over my shoulder to see Wanda waving her hands.

“Hey girl.” I say to her and she smiles at me. 

“Thought you might need some back up.” She says, her accent holding some sass in it. I chuckle and throw a dagger at the enemy, successfully killing it. I run towards the, now dead, machine, doing a flip over another one and stabbing it in the back with my other dagger. I retrieve both of my daggers and look around once again as Wanda does her magic. My eyes stop on a white haired boy catching his breath. 

Pietro is leaning on a nearby building, taking deep breaths. I notice a machine approaching him quickly, ready to kill him, but he does not see it. My legs start running towards the older Maximoff twin and I tackle him just in time to save him. Still on the ground, I take my dagger and throw it at the machine that tried to kill Pietro. I breath out a sigh of relief I didn’t even realize I was holding in. 

“Damn. I didn’t even see it.” Quicksilver says lying on the ground next to me and my gaze moves to him.

“Yeah I figured.” I reply standing up. I still can’t figure out what is the feeling I felt in my stomach as I was running towards him. All I could think about was will I get there in time to save him. Was it fear? Fear of losing him?

“Thanks. You saved my life.” Pietro stands next to me and I look him in the eyes. And then I let go. I finally let my feelings towards this boy come up to the surface. I like him, and I can’t even bare the thought of loosing him. 

“I still hate you.” I lie straight to his face. Even tho I realized my feelings for him, I can’t let him know about them. Not yet, anyways.

“I don’t think you do.” Pietro smirks and as he looks me directly in the eyes I get softer and softer. I back up and shake my head with a slightest smile on my lips, before I run back into the battle.

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The battle is over. We won. When the city was evacuated we had enough space to fight the robots in full power and we managed to overpower them. The Avengers entered, what looks like, a restaurant and a small club at once. We all sat down to catch a breath and to rest before we leave. 

Tony approaches the boombox in the corner of the room and he chooses a song: I’ll get by. We all smile as music starts playing, it relaxes us and the tension in the room slowly disappears. Natasha and Steve stand up to dance, as well as Wanda and Vision. Soon Tony and Bruce join them and I chuckle as I see them holding each other as the joke. I hear someone pulling up a chair next to me and I look over to see Pietro,

“Wanna dance with me?” He asks looking me in the eyes.

“No.” I reply simply and look back at my friends. 

“Come on, have some fun.” He insists but I don’t budge. 

“I don’t want to dance.” I say.

“Please please, dance with me.” I hear his voice going softer and I know I can’t look at him and his eyes.

“Still a no.” I take longer to reply and I know he noticed it.

“Why are you so serious all the time. We just won, be happy. Have some fun and dance with me. I know you want to.” He keeps being persistent and I sigh closing my eyes. I bite my lip before I finally give him the answer he was looking for.

“Fine. I’ll dance with you.” I stand up and his grin spreads from ear to ear. His smile is so contagious that I can’t help but smile as well. Pietro takes my hand in his and I feel sparks as our skin connects. He drags me to the dance floor and wraps his arms around my waist as I wrap mine around his neck. 

I raise my head and see that he can’t wipe the smile of his face and my eyes soften at the sight. I’ve really been too hard on him.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper and he looks at me confused.

“For what princessa?” He asks me and I melt at his nickname for me. Princess. 

“For acting the way I do. It’s just..I don’t know. You don’t deserve it.” I say quietly and he smiles at me again.

“It’s more than okay. I’m just glad I broke those walls around your heart.” He says and I chuckle. We gaze into each others eyes as we sway slowly. Then, Pietro starts leaning down and when his lips almost reach mine he stops. I feel his breath hover over my lips and I decide to close the space between us. And as we kiss, I can feel all the pieces falling together. I never hated this boy, I was just trying to mask my love for him. 

“Awww, guys look at them!” We hear Wanda squeal happily. We pull away and see that everyone is watching us with adorable smiles on their faces. 

“I’m gonna die because of the cuteness.” Natasha says and everyone laughs but they agree. As Pietro and I focus on each other again there’s nothing but love written on our faces. And no words were needed as he leaned his forehead on mine. We close our eyes, happy to feel the love neither of us even knew we needed. 

“Who knew one dance is all it takes to finally get you.” Pietro whispers and I smile. A true, genuine, happy, lovesick smile. He got me, and I got him.

~Jess

Wings/ All Night

You can read previous parts here(provided in order):

“Hey sweet cheeks, what you up to?”

Spencer didn’t even jump at the sudden voice behind him, nor did he flinch at the sound of chips being crunched down on. He had grown all too accustomed to her voice over time to be surprised by it. But she had been strangely absent, allowing him to get lost in his own mind for the evening.

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