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"They’re only fictional characters, they’re not real."

"You shouldn’t get so emotional over a show."

"Why are you so obsessed? It’s just a tv show.”

Pomegranate Chapstick - Peter Parker

It’s Winter in New York City. Not that movie magic kind of Winter that reeks of mistletoe and Hallmark channel cliches. No, it’s no longer the Holiday Season and everyone is back to school after Winter Break. Peter Parker is happy to be back because being back means being able to see you again. Though, something is different about you but he just can’t place it.

“What is it?”

“Y/N…”

“Yeah?” Ned looked in the same direction as Peter, who, suddenly self conscious, turned his friend back around to face him. “What is it?”

“Don’t, don’t look! I just…” Peter found that his eyes trailed back over to where you talking with MJ. Your eyes were bright, hands gesturing about you as your friend shared you into a passion. Despite your movements, Peter found himself drawn back to your smile.

“Something’s different,” he finished, “but I don’t know what.” 

“It’s only been like two weeks. It was Christmas literally a few days ago.” Peter glanced warily at Ned before he looked back to you. You were still smiling. The sight made his chest tighten, stole his breath directly from his lungs. “Pete?”

“You remember Homecoming,” Peter pointed out as he met Ned’s eyes, “that all happened in a week and I almost died. Twice! Anything could have happened over break.”

Peter let his eyes wander back to you. Whatever MJ was discussing with you was enthralling. You were completely consumed, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. Slightly hidden under all of the layers of Winter clothing you were wearing, you looked warm, aflamed and bright. Suddenly, you threw your head back, laughing at something MJ had said.

The sound sent a shiver down Peter’s spine that he tried to pass off as a response to the cold. He pulled the sleeves of his jacket over his chilled hands and adjusted the strap of his backpack that dug into his shoulder. Ned blinked at him a few times, too close of a friend to not notice Peter’s nervous ticks. 

Eventually, Ned glanced over in your direction too. “Well, Y/N seemed alright. We had Advanced Geometry together and we talked.”

Peter’s eyes widened. “Really? Did anything happen?”

“From what Y/N said, your Winter break was way more eventful, Spiderman.” 

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fucking too hot jesus-

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misha collins is an absolute chaotic enigma of a man. he got arrested for attempted bank robbery because he decided to climb on top of a bank to read a book. he held up traffic in the middle of the highway by throwing a tea party in the middle. he has stories about doing acid with his dad at burning man. he spent time in a tibetan monastery. he has a degree from the university of chicago and interned for bill clinton. and then he somehow stumbled onto a cw set. how. who is he. i simultaneously want to learn every detail about his life and also fear that would inflict deadly psychic damage 

“I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”  OKAY IM SORRY WHAT

Bucky stole my heart here and I ain’t normally a metal arm fan but damn

hey queen! i was wondering if i could request a bucky x avengers! reader, they’re both just hella touch starved and have a day off at the compound. Basically just in-depth detailed cuddling w our fav brooding bitch with the metal arm<33 i adore ur fics!!

stars shining [bucky barnes fluff] 

➽ pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 538 ➽ summary: see above!!  ➽ warnings: too much fluff ➽ a/n: enjoy! masterlist/taglist in bio :) 

Saturdays were like holy days at the Compound. Unless there was an urgent mission, Saturdays were what Rogers and Bucky and the other military guys called “down days”. It was for sleeping in late, laundry, grocery-store runs, whatever needed to be done. The sleeping late bit would have been glorious, except for the fact that your bed partner apparently had a thing against it. 

The alarm went off at four-thirty, just like every other morning, and you groaned. “Jesus Christ, Buck,” you grumbled. “It’s Saturday.” 

“I have a schedule,” Bucky said simply. You could tell that he was hardly awake, his voice deep and raspy from sleeping with his mouth open, and you knew that it wouldn’t take much to convince him to stay in bed. 

“C’mon, baby,” you said softly and reached out for him. It was dark in the room and you groped blindly for a minute before your hand was filled by his cold metal fingers. “Just five more minutes?” 

Bucky sighed out your name, obviously exasperated. “I have to keep with the schedule--” 

“But I’m so cold,” you whimpered. “Bucky, please, baby. Just lay down with me for five minutes. You can spare five minutes, right?”

Bucky gave a little huff and he laid back down next to you. You clung to his arm and slung it around your chest, and you gave a little squeak as you settled back into his warm chest. Cuddling with Bucky was such a privilege to you, even if he hated it 90% of the time. However, that other 10%... 

“You smell nice,” Bucky whispered, and he pushed an errant lock of hair out of your face. 

“Thanks,” you replied. “You always smell really nice too.”

With that, you felt Bucky’s entire weight settle down beside you, and you knew that five minutes would turn into however long you wanted. He tugged you closer, laying a leg over yours, and you felt his breathing and heartbeat against your back. Bucky hardly ever slept and, when he did, it was erratic, so you enjoyed the moments where he was still and content. You could always tell when he was happy; he sighed and hummed gently, and you could feel the difference in your heart. 

Bucky’s beefy chest was almost hot against your back, and you took his metal hand in your own. In the dim light of the room, you saw the deft fingers whirring, and you placed soft kisses to his fingertips. You seem like you’ve had a really hard few weeks,” you whispered. 

Bucky hummed and nodded. “Just glad you’re here,” he said. “I feel better with you in my arms.” 

You carefully turned around to face him, and you found his blue eyes watching you. His hair was wild with sleep, and you placed a soft kiss on his nose as you threaded your fingers through his hair. “I feel better being in your arms,” you told him. “Feel so warm and safe and loved…”

“You should,” Bucky whispered. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.” 

That made you smile, and you smushed your cheek into his chest. “Go back to sleep, Buck,” you whispered. “And dream a little dream of me and you.” 

Just got out of the shower! :)

Every time Reid was hugged by a BAU member in chronological order (nobody asked for this but deep down, everyone needed it)

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