Kissing Spencer on the cheek at work and him blushing
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Before you could even start your day at work, you needed to have a cup of tea. It was the only way for you to even function slightly better than usual. Most people would have coffee, but you liked tea way better. It was healthier and tasted a lot better. However, this morning, you were running late and didn’t have time to stop at Starbucks to get your favorite drink.
Everything seemed to go wrong at work, and you knew it had to do with not having your morning tea. You were just about to get up and go to Hotch requesting to leave and get some tea when Spencer came rushing through the doors.
“Pretty Boy rolls in late!” Derek exclaimed.
“I wasn’t late. I’ve been here since five,” the young doctor said.
“Then where have you been?”
“Getting this for her,” Spencer said as he set your tea at your desk. It was shocking that Spencer would go out of his way just to get you some tea, but it only made the crush you have on him that much worse.
“You got this for me?” you asked as you stood up and grabbed the drink.
“Yeah, I knew you were coming in late and wouldn’t have time to grab one yourself. It’s no big deal,” he shrugged slightly.
“Aw, thank you, Spence. You’re the best,” you grinned, leaning in and kissing his cheek. His cheeks turned a dark shade of pink as you left to the break room to add the sweeteners that you liked. He cleared his throat as he tried to will the tint away.
“She’s got you wrapped around her finger,” Derek chuckled.
“I have no problem with that,” Spencer spoke the truth as he took a seat at his desk. Now, all he needed to do was grow the balls that would encourage him to ask you out.
Damon being an ass and Reader putting him in his place
August Challenge
Walking through the front door of your apartment, you sighed at the many items of clothing scattered onto the floor. Ever since you invited Damon to live with you at your place, he has been ruining everything. He wasn’t a very neat person to begin with, but you were. You like everything to have a place because then it’s easier to get those things if you need them. Seldom does dust settle here as you dust every single week to prevent this place from going under.
Damon is just ruining all of it, and to hell, if he thinks you are going to sit around and take it.
“Good! You’re home!” Damon called from the living room. Upon walking in, you noticed an even bigger mess around the couch and coffee table. This has got to end.
“Damon, can’t you clean up a bit?”
“I thought you liked doing it,” he smirked. He was just being his usual jerky self, but something inside you snapped. Despite being human and knowing that Damon could overpower you at any given moment, you still took it upon yourself to slap the shit out of him.
“What was that for?!” he yelled, putting his hand to his rapidly cooling cheek as his vampire blood healed him of the sting.
“I don’t know how you were raised or what you do at your house, but this is my house and in my house, we clean up after ourselves. I am not expected to clean up after you like some fucking maid. I want this apartment spotless by the time I get back or so help me God you’re out because I will not stand for this shit anymore. This is not how you behave, I don’t care if you’re a vampire or not,” you growled before storming out of the apartment to take a breather. Damon sighed and knew you were right. He was being a jerk, trashing this place as if it was his.
He turned off the TV and got to work to turn this dump into a place that is so clean, it sparkles.
Bucky and Steve reminiscing about the past and Peggy gets brought up. Reader us uncomfortable and gets up and leaves Steve follows after her
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Bucky and Steve did a lot of things together. After all, they were best friends. They’ve been best friends since the 40s. It was amazing how long they’ve lasted considering that they were nearing a hundred years old. It didn’t seem to matter how much time they spent apart, they can talk as if they’ve been gone for about an hour.
Steve’s friends and family died long ago, so you were glad he had someone from his past he could still hold onto. You knew it was strange for him to wake up in a world he knew nothing about, so you were happy he still had Bucky.
“I still can’t believe you were a kid with asthma who had to lie on his recruitment papers five times before getting accepted,” Bucky laughed.
“I can’t believe this shy person before me used to be such a ladies man,” Steve retorted back. Giggling, you stayed quiet as you drank. It was nice to just sit back and enjoy the stories they told.
“Me? You had Peggy wrapped around your finger from the moment she laid her eyes on you,” Bucky laughed. At the mention of Steve’s first love, you lost your smile. She was long gone, but you remember going to her funeral just so that Steve wouldn’t be alone. You could see the love he had for her in his eyes when he went and talked with her for the last time. A kind of love like that just doesn’t go away... not even when he’s moved on with you.
“Peggy was a good woman. It’s a shame what happened to her. I tried to make it back to her.”
“Excuse me,” you whispered as you got up and left the room. Steve momentarily forgot you were in the room which is why he said those things. He didn’t regret meeting you or anything like that even though it came off as such. He sighed and got up, leaving the room to follow you.
“Y/N!”
“No, it’s fine, Steve. I get Peggy was your first love. But please, don’t talk about her as if you regret being with me. I’m not Peggy, and I will never be her. If I’m not good enough for you, tell me instead of wasting my time,” you snapped before walking away. Steve sighed deeply at the thought of this hurting you so much. He needed to prove to you that you’re the one he loves and wants to be with.
Kissing Cas cheek and him not being able to stop talking about it.
August Challenge
“Here is that book you wanted,” Castiel said as he handed you the bound paper. Gasping in surprise, you shot out of your seat and snatched the book out of his hands.
“Thank you so much!” you squealed, giving him a kiss on his cheek before running to your room. Castiel stared after you as his cheeks colored to a light pink as your lips left a sweet sting on his skin.
“Right here is where she kissed me,” Castiel said for the thousandth time.
“We get it Cas, she kissed you,” Sam chuckled.
“Like right here,” he pointed to his cheek. “Should I have asked for another?”
“You know what? You should definitely do that. Go ask her for a kiss, but ask for it on your lips. It’s much better there,” Dean encouraged. Castiel thought about it for a second before leaving the room in search of you.
“That is either going to end very badly, or your ears are going to regret that decision later,” Sam smirked.
Pairing: Sam X past reader, Sam X Ruby (currently), Dean X Donna
A/N: Did you like the movie “The Parent Trap” as a kid? It is one of my favorite movies! I decided to write my own version, with a Supernatural twist, of course!
Summary: Mary Winchester and Annie Campbell meet at summer camp, and they quickly realize they look too much alike for it to be a coincidence. They are twins! Their parents, Sam Winchester and Y/N Campbell divorced 12 years before, each taking custody of one girl. Now Sam lives in California and Y/N in New York. The girls hatch a plan to bring their parents back together, but will Sam’s new fiancee ruin their plans?
Part 1 Master List
Y/N
Sam looked at me as though he had seen a ghost, and his face got so pale I thought maybe he was going to pass out. Several emotions flashed over his face, and I saw confusion and sadness there before the anger kicked in. “What the hell are you doing here, Y/N?” he snapped.
Old habits die hard, even after twelve years, and I immediately felt myself getting defensive. But I was no longer the meek little miss I was when we were married. I walked over and casually took a seat at the table. “Oh no, Sam, You don’t get to use that tone of voice with me. We’re not married anymore, remember?” I said flippantly, barely even raising my voice.
There was silence for a moment, as the twins looked at me in surprise. Dean was grinning like a fool. Then everyone began to talk at once. Sam rolled his eyes and held up a hand, silencing everyone. He looked so tired that I almost felt bad for him. “You’re right, Y/N. I’m sorry. Can you please just tell me what is going on?”
“Mary and Annie met at camp and switched places. I’ve had Mary with me, and you’ve had Annie. This could have gone on for who knows how long but apparently your ‘fiance’ I said with exaggerated air quotes, “has threatened to send my daughter off to boarding school in Europe as soon as you two are married. I couldn’t let that happen so here I am.” There was so much more I wanted to say, but I stopped there.
Sam rubbed his temple like he had a major headache. “No one is going to boarding school!” He yelled, making us all jump. A vein in his forehead pulsed. He was about to blow.
“Are you really eloping, again?” I asking sweetly. “Didn’t you learn your lesson the first time? Is she pregnant?”
Sam gave me his patented bitchface, but I was immune to it now. Apparently, it stopped working once I stopped sleeping with him. Who knew? Dean was laughing delightedly. “Sure is good to have you back, Y/N.” He was enjoying his brother’s pain FAR too much.
I grinned at him. I certainly had missed life with the Winchester brothers!
“Well, what happens now?” Mary asked worriedly.
“It can’t go back to the way it was before. I want to be with my sister!” Annie demanded, crossing her arms and glaring at Sam and me. He looked concerned, but I was used to Annie’s theatrics, so I tried to respond rationally.
“Maybe Mary could come to visit us at Christmas?” I said weakly, hating the idea even as I said it.
“Christmas is 6 months away, Mom! We live in New York, Mary lives in California. It doesn’t get much farther than that!” Annie snapped, and I could see the tears starting. What a mess this was.
“Girls, at the time we were doing the best we could. There is a lot you don’t know.” I offered in way of explanation.
“Like what exactly? What could have made you two hate each other so much that you would let me grow up not knowing I had a twin sister?” Annie’s words were sharp, and I recoiled as though she had slapped me.
“We have a right to know,” Mary commented, backing up her sister's words.
“That’s enough!” Sam’s commanding voice echoed through the room, and both girls flinched. “You both deserve some answers, but attacking us isn’t the way to get them. There are more pressing matters now. Your mother and I need to talk.”
He turned to Dean. “Can you take them to your place?”
Dean nodded. “Donna can help me entertain them. We’ll watch movies or something.”
Both girls began to protest, but Sam silenced them with just a look. He’d certainly developed confidence over the years.
“Donna!” Dean yelled, and she came into the dining room, looking nervous.
“You don’t have to scream, Dean, I’m not deaf! What do you need?”
“Can you pack up some food to take to my place? We’re having a movie night with the girls. Sam and Y/N need to talk, and I have nothing to eat at my place.” He gave her a winning smile.
“Are you asking me or telling me?” she said with a teasing grin.
His smile wilted a little. “You’ll come, right?”
“Oh, you betcha! Girls, come help me in the kitchen!” Donna commanded, and Mary and Annie rose dutifully and followed her.
Dean grabbed his and Annie’s plates off the table. “Don’t be an ass,” he whispered to his brother as he walked by. Sam just scowled at him.
Sam
A few minutes later, after much commotion in the kitchen, the girls came in to say goodnight.
“Bye, Daddy,” Mary said sweetly after giving me a hug. “I really missed you.”
“Are you really Mary this time?” Sam couldn’t help but ask.
“Yes. Sorry, we tricked you.”
Annie came over and hugged him too. “I’m glad I’ve had this time with you. Please try not to fight with Mom, okay?”
Sam held her close. He couldn’t believe she was actually here. “Just because I didn’t see you, I never stopped loving you, Annie.”
“I know, Dad,” she said with a small smile, and then she was out the door with Dean and Donna.
“Do you want a beer or something?” he asked Y/N. She sure looked like she could use one.
Oh my god, yes! That would be great!” you said enthusiastically, and Sam grabbed two cold bottles from the fridge.
You eyed the bottle and laughed. “Margiekugles? You STILL drink this? Now that you can afford better, I would have thought you’d have switched to something more expensive.”
Sam shrugged. “I do drink wine sometimes, but I still prefer beer. Dean drinks this stuff like it’s water. Do you want to sit somewhere more comfortable?”
You nodded, and Sam got up from the table and they headed into what appeared to be the family room. There were comfortable couches and a large-screen TV. She sat down, holding the beer between her knees on one side of the couch, and Sam sat on the other side. Neither spoke.
“So, where do we start?” you asked.
“I have no idea,” Sam answered honestly. “How are you? How were things when you went back to New York? I worried about you and Annie. There were so many times I wanted to call, just to make sure you were okay……..” his voice trailed off.
“It was hard at first,” you admitted. “My mom was a big help, but she passed away when Annie was three. Getting over losing you was hard, getting over Mary was impossible. I saw her every time I looked at Annie.”
Sam moved in closer. “What happened to us, Y/N? How the hell did we end up here?”
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “I need to share something with you. Something I didn’t figure out until I was in New York. It certainly didn’t help things.”
Sam looked wary. “Okay.”
“I didn’t know it at the time, but I had severe post-partum depression, Sam. My mom figured it out when I got home. It was bad. I went into therapy, got on some medication, and things got better. But it took time and hard work. But I think it was part of the reason things were so bad.” You didn’t look away as she spoke, and Sam was impressed with her strength.
“I had no idea,” he answered honestly.
“How could you? I didn’t know myself, and I never said anything. You were always at school or working, and I was completely overwhelmed with two newborns. We were so young, and I had no idea what I was doing. I felt like a failure. I wasn’t thinking clearly. If I was, I never would have agreed to split the girls up,” you laughed self-consciously as you wiped some tears from her eyes.
Sam was so close to you now that your knees were touching. “I am so sorry that I wasn’t there for you. I was so focused on getting through law school so I could provide for you and the girls I didn’t see that you were drowning. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You were doing enough. You couldn’t handle anything else. So enough about the past. Tell me about Ruby. How did you meet? How do you think she will handle finding out about Annie? Do you love her?”
“Wow, going for the jugular right off the bat, aren’t you?” Sam said with a sad smile.
You shrugged. “I am trying to do what is best for my daughters this time.”
“I met her at some charity thing. She’s younger than me, and she makes me feel good. I don’t know how she will react about Annie, honestly. She doesn’t seem overly maternal. I care for her, but it’s not like it was with you. I don’t think I’ll ever have that again. But I’m tired of being alone.” He didn’t meet your eyes as he said this.
“Do you have anything stronger than beer?” you suddenly asked.
“Do you still like whiskey?” Sam said as he headed for the liquor cabinet.
Talking about the situation with the girls was much easier after a few shots of whiskey. Sam had removed his suit jacket and tie and rolled up his sleeves. But they kept getting distracted by memories and stories from the past.
You were wiping the tears of laughter from your eyes as Sam reminded you of a particularly funny night at the bar when a very persistent patron kept hitting on Dean while he was working, and he had a girlfriend at the time. “........and then she threw her drink in his face, and it was purple, remember? And we called him ‘Barney’ for weeks?”
You snorted with laughter. “I remember! But as much as I’ve enjoyed this, Sam. We need to figure the situation out with the girls. Now that they’ve been together, they won’t go back to the way it is before.”
“You’re right. I know one thing, we’ve had way too much whiskey to figure this out tonight. Let’s table it for tonight, and talk again tomorrow.”
“That sounds like a plan,” you said with a yawn.
“Christ, look at the time! The girls are probably asleep. I’ll text Dean to bring them back for breakfast in the morning.” Sam pulled out his phone and texted his brother, then stood up and held out a hand to help you off the couch.
You tripped a little, and then you were in his arms. Neither of you breathed for a moment, and then he was kissing you as though the past twelve years hadn’t happened. Your arms slid around his back, and he deepened the kiss, and you moaned at the taste of him.
Finally, you pushed him away regretfully. “We can’t, Sam. You are engaged to someone else. I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He watched her leave, his confusion evident on his face before he headed to his own room. Needless to say, he didn’t get much sleep.
The next morning, both he and Y/N were hungover when they joined the girls and Dean and Donna for breakfast. Everyone was laughing and talking when the sliding glass doors in the kitchen opened and Ruby sashayed in, looking perfectly put-together despite the early hour.
Her eyes took in the scene, and when she saw you her mouth dropped. “Sam, I have been calling and texting you! Who the hell is she?”
Before Sam could answer, Mary spoke up. “Ruby, this is my Mom. Oh, yeah, and this is my twin sister, Annie.”
6 - Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?
yes a 100% cause thats the thing, whenever I listen to music I kinda connect it to something or the other, whether it’s people or experiences or whatever so that’s something that happened :)
17 - When was the last time you cried?
I try not to cry even when I feel like shit cause aaah of stuff which probably isnt good but that means its been a little while since ive cried
18 - Have you ever told someone you loved them?
yep, my mom, years ago actually, I dont say that a lot and I dont hear it a ton which is fine for me
58 - Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?
idk I used to say boys but it honestly doesnt have to do w/ the gender, before i used to think from my experience in my area that guys were a bit more chill and had less drama filled lives, and while that can be true, ik a few guys that are super loud and hectic and love gossiping and all that and are cool people but not really the people that I generally hang out with, and ik a few girls that are way more calm and chill so it all evens out <3
The door was locked, the blinds were shut tightly, and the only thing that could be heard was the noises Hotch was pulling from your throat as he pressed kisses there. It’s been so long since the two of you had any alone time which is why you took advantage of the time right before you needed to be on the jet. Wheels were up in thirty, but you could take twenty minutes to be with one another without any distractions. After all, your bags were already packed and ready to go...
...so make that twenty-five.
“You need to be quiet if you don’t want them to hear you,” Aaron whispered in a husky voice as he kissed back up your neck which you knew was covered with marks. It’s not like you cared at the moment.
“Then stop doing what you’re doing and I will,” you teased.
“You want me to stop?” he grinned as he pulled away. Grabbing the end of his tie, you pulled him back into you and placed your lips on his. The grin he sported was enough to scream “thought so” as he kissed you back.
Secret makeout sessions with the boss were truly some of the best times you’ve had in this office.
Spencer let's Reader sit in his lap while he reads to her
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The night was peaceful as there wasn’t any work to be done. All the paperwork had been completed, there was no case to deal with, and the only thing you needed to be worried about was whether or not you were crushing Spencer’s legs as you sat upon his lap.
Every night before the two of you went to bed, you would sit on his lap and he would read to you. It didn’t matter what kind of book he had in his hands, you were never listening. He knew it didn’t matter what he said because the reason you wanted this nightly activity was because you could listen to the sound of his voice.
His voice was so soothing and relaxing, it would be a guarantee that you would fall asleep before he had a chance to get to chapter two.
Just like now, he could hear the soft snores come out of your mouth, but he kept on reading because he knew that if you woke up, you would be comforted by the sound of his voice.
