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meddling kids coworkers | spencer reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: An interrogation into your private life by a couple of your coworkers at the BAU leads to some interesting revelations…

Word Count: 1.9k

Prompt: meddling friends (flufftober day 7)

A/n: Ummmmm, how have I never written for Spencer Reid before??? I’d say bitches be back on their bullshit...but I’ve legitimately never posted anything for him before....like, what?...AnYwAY....I have been watching criminal minds for the last couple of months or so, and I’m currently on season 5. So this is the core 7 era criminal minds....wow what a long time ago...I hope you enjoy!

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“Pretty girl.”

Your head snaps up at the sound of Derek’s voice. Catching a glimpse of him, your face breaks out into a smile. The way he walks, the manner in which he speaks - which is entrancing in its own right - exudes this sheer amount of confidence….dare you say, swagger.

It’s something you’ve always admired about Derek, something you wish you had.

“Mister Morgan.” You reply, mockingly professional. Swiveling your desk chair to face him, you ask, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

He takes you in for a second before responding, his eyes drifting up and down. As a profiler, you’re astutely aware of what he’s doing, but for now, you can’t seem to figure out why.

“You came in late this morning.” Derek observes.

“Yeah.” You say with a curious lilt to your tone. “My alarm didn’t go off. I rushed to get here as fast as I could….”

“But you’re wearing the same clothes as yesterday.” He states.

“Uh huh….As I said,” you pause for a moment. “I was in a rush.” Squinting your eyes, you tilt your head in bewilderment. “I don’t understand what you’re not getting about this.”

“Mhm.” Derek considers. “The (Y/n) I know would never forget to set her alarm, unless-”

You wave your hand up to stop him. “Where’s this going? Unless what?”

“-unless you didn’t sleep at your apartment last night.”

And bingo….now you know what he’s after.

The behavioural analysis unit is nothing if not intrusive. The team takes the term work family to a whole other level. Each member wants to know everything about your life, particularly your private life, (though there are a few that care much less, e.g. Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, and David Rossi), but, if their names are Penelope Garcia, Emily Prentiss, and Derek Morgan, they will stop at nothing to get that knowledge.

JJ’s always been the outlier, willing to step in and meddle when she has the chance, but also just as keen to take a step back and mind her own business. You’d like to think you’re in the category that really couldn’t give two shits about snooping into your teammates lives, but there’s always a small part of you that finds it amusing to take part in the office shenanigans.

“You’re so full of shit Morgan.”

“Calling me Morgan huh?” He touts at you as if to say ‘I’ve got you now.’ “I’d say someone’s deflecting from the truth.”

“Ooh.” Prentiss wheels her chair up to the two of you, catching wind of Derek’s mini interrogation, (at least that’s what you feel like it is). “Emily likes where this conversation is going.”

Derek chuckles earnestly, a mischievous glint lighting up his features. “I’m sure you do.”

“Well I don’t.” You groan, rubbing your index and middle fingers into your temples gently.

“Too bad.” She smiles wickedly, gesturing for Derek to continue. “Go on.”

He returns her grin, an equally wicked expression on his face. “I think girl wonder’s got a boyfriend.”

“And you think she slept there last night?” Emily inquires. Derek’s nod confirms her suspicions. “Do you think they slept together?”

Derek goes to respond, but you cut him off before he can. “Are you two fucking delusional? How does me coming in late to work today in the same clothes as yesterday equal me having a boyfriend who I had sex with at his apartment last night?”

“It doesn’t.” Hotch quips as he passes by the three of you with a smirk.

“Thank Jesus for Aaron Hotchner ladies and gentlemen,” you send him a smile of relief as you sigh in exasperation, “the only man of common sense in this unit.”

“That I am.” He agrees. “And as your unit chief who possesses the utmost important skill of common sense, I ask the three of you to please finish your paperwork. Unless you wish to be here all night.”

The three of you shake your heads and disperse to your separate desks, but not before Morgan shoots you a teasing wink causing a laugh to bubble out of Emily’s throat. Rolling your eyes, you push towards your desk. Once seated, you pull out your phone to send out a text.

You: We need to talk. Meet me in the break room.

Spencer: Sounds ominous. See you there.

Spencer lifts his gaze and glances over at you, meeting your eyes for a split second. You wear an unreadable expression, but based on the conversation he’s heard you having with Emily and Derek, he can only imagine what you’re thinking.

He watches as you retreat to the break room, excusing yourself to get yet another cup of coffee, which in your case, is a highly likely occurrence.

Spencer takes a couple minutes before standing up from his chair and excusing himself for the same reason: coffee. Or as the team likes to call it, his sugar with a touch of caffeine break.

He takes in his surroundings briefly, Emily, Derek, and JJ seated firmly at their desks before sauntering off to meet you. When he turns the corner and steps into the break room, he feels the door shut gently behind him.

Spencer notices the coffee mug in your hand as he turns to face you, a look of near panic in your eyes.

“I think we’ve been caught.”

“No.” He laughs knowing exactly what you’re talking about. “I think you’ve been caught. Nobody said anything about me.”

“Spencer. Come on.”

He only laughs at your desperation for him to take this seriously. “Like I said, I never heard my name brought up in that conversation. Derek and Emily seem to think you have a secret boyfriend, which as far as they’re concerned, I have nothing to do with.”

You glare at him clearly unimpressed. “Except for the fact that you are the secret boyfriend.”

Spencer shrugs with a light chuckle. “They don’t need to know that.” He smirks. “Besides, it’s not like I’m the one who came in late today with the same clothes on as the day before.”

Your eyes narrow once again, the playful banter starting to wear you down. “And whose fault is that? You’re the one who kept me in bed this morning.”

“Actually, I’d argue that we both kept each other in bed.” His gaze is taunting, his smile crookedly laced with mischief. “And it’s not like we could have shown up at the office at the same time. One of us was bound to be late.”

“That one of us just happened to be me.”

“Exactly.”

Spencer leans forward, pulling you into his embrace, placing a soft kiss on your lips. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, as you tug him even closer. There’s no room between you, it’s close, it’s intimate, and it’s utterly wonderful. But it’s been a work in progress to build this kind of trust, your jobs having created many traumas you’ve each had to deal with.

Before you started dating, this type of affection would’ve been foreign for Spencer. He’d kissed a few girls before, and he had some experience in the bedroom, but he wasn’t used to initiating this kind of physical contact. But having spent over a year together, and many more as friends and teammates, he’s quickly become used to how comforting it feels. You’ve made him feel safe, made him feel that he can not only trust himself, but trust you to allow himself to open up to someone in a way he’s never really done before.

“Are you trying to make me feel better?” You question between kisses, your coffee cup now relegated to the counter top as you run your fingers through his hair.

He sighs asking, “Is it helping?”

“It’s not hurting.” Is your reply, as you lean in for another kiss. A kiss that is rudely interrupted…

“Oh I’m sure it’s not.” You’re entirely aware that that’s not Spencer’s voice, which causes your heart to drop. It sounds much more like Derek’s…

Letting your hands fall from Spencer hair, you allow your head to collapse gently onto his chest, a groan bubbling in your throat. From your periphery, you can see the door to the break room is now open, and you can make out the shadow of a figure standing within it, which no doubt belongs to Derek Morgan.

You don’t even try to hide anything, and neither does your boyfriend, both of you knowing there’s no use. But you do let go of each other, turning shamefully to face the man in question.

“Now, we’ve been caught.” Spencer clarifies.

“Smart ass.” You mumble under your breath, a hint of a smile appearing on your face.

Spencer smiles too, and despite the situation, he doesn’t really care that you’ve been caught.

You grab a hold of his hand reassuringly as Derek leads you back to the bullpen. He sends you a knowing glance that tells you ‘don’t worry. Everything’s going to be alright.’

And instead of following Morgan, you both decide to let him do his thing. If he’s going to out your relationship (which you’re both pretty sure has already been unofficially outed by the profiling skills of your teammates), you may as well watch it implode from a distance.

“Do I have news for you!” Derek slides up to Emily’s desk catching the attention of both her and JJ. “Guess who I just caught making out in the break room?” He asks with a wide grin.

“It wouldn’t happen to be the two BAU agents over there who are holding hands affectionately would it?” Emily’s response causes Derek’s eyes to widen, his eyebrows raising at the sight.

“I figured they’d at least be a little more subtle about it.” He jokes.

“Cmon.” JJ jumps in, a twinkle in her eye. “They’re like the worst kept secret at the FBI.”

Derek’s gaze narrows at the blonde quizzically. “You knew?” He asks.

“Of course.” JJ replies as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Hotch?” Derek turns to his boss as he watches him descend the stairs from his office into the bullpen.

Hotch’s lips pull into a playful smirk, something that feels rare for him. “Morgan, how could I not know?”

Derek pauses, trying not to fumble with his words, “I-I don’t know.”

“Everyone knew my sweet cupcake.” Penelope saunters in, her attitude astonishingly bright, yet even brighter now knowing that her friends no longer have to hide their love. She places a hand on his shoulder gently sending him a calm, reassuring look as he pouts slightly in return.

Emily surrenders with a smile, putting her hands up in a mocking display. “I didn’t.” She laughs. “But hey, I’m happy to be proven stupid any day of the week if it means they get to be happy like that.”

Each member of the team nods in agreement, turning to watch the two of you together, happy and in love. It’s been a long time since the office has felt this warm, like there is something good on the horizon. The BAU has always been more than just a work unit. It’s been a family for you all, and one that was due some love, because each of them knows, no one deserves to find it more than you and Spencer. Not a single person here could contest that.

“Speaking of stupid,” Hotch shifts the focus, breaking the content silence in the room. A tantalizing grin widens on his face, a look from him that’s foreign to many of the team. He turns to the author cheekily. “Dave, you owe me fifty bucks.”

#spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #gias flufftober

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maximoff-pan · 3 years

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earth, wind, & fire | tenth doctor

Pairing: 10th Doctor x Fem!Reader

Summary: You convince the doctor to take a trip to your home planet where he watches an earth sunrise for the first time

Word Count: 600+

Prompt: Watching the sunrise (flufftober day 5)

A/n: Hi loves! Welcome to the first of my flufftober2021 posts! This one is a little short, but I also think it’s better suited that way. I hope you’ll enjoy it! And I’m sorry if I made any factual errors regarding Doctor Who…oops…Anyway, I really hope you all find flufftober to be a fun little treat! Much love!

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The Doctor has visited many planets, seen many universes, and throughout all the times he’s been on earth, he’s never stayed long enough to watch the sunrise.

It’s an odd thing to ponder, considering just how many times he been to and how many people he’s met from earth, but it always felt right: arriving after the sun had hit its peak, or leaving in the dead of night before the light could make its reappearance.

But sitting here with you, your legs dangling off the edge of the hovering tardis, this feels even more right.

“You know,” the Doctor starts, “I’ve never seen the sun rise on earth.”

Your eyes widen in slight shock, your brows raising in unison with them. You’d just assumed like most things, this was something he had done many times before.

“I never even thought to ask.” Your voice is as light as a feather, he almost thinks he’s missed it. “I’m sorry I didn’t.” You say.

He places a gentle hand on your arm as he stares out at the sky before him. “You should never apologize for being excited to do something. Especially not to me.”

Your soul melts at his words, a feeling of calm resting within you. You’ve always known the Doctor to be a genuinely kind man with a thirst for knowledge and adventure wherever he goes, but he’s also a man who thinks of others far before he thinks of himself.

“Have you ever seen a sunrise?” You ask in curiosity.

“Yes.” He responds. “Many. Just not…here.” He rests on the word for a moment, a silence passing briefly between you.

“Why not?”

He takes a second to think, really think about his answer. “I dunno.” He begins, his voice unsteady. “Having lived as long as I have, I don’t experience many firsts anymore. I guess maybe I was just saving this first for the right time.” He pauses, his eyes pouring into yours. “For the right person.”

Your heart beats in happiness, and you swear you can almost hear his beating too, a rhythm settling around you. The silence settles between you once again, but this time it’s content. Peaceful.

The Doctor watches as the sun begins to peak through the atmosphere, light cutting through the darkness. He watches as the colours break into his vision, vibrant and mesmerizing. Oranges, pinks, purples, and yellows dominate his sight. He finds himself memorizing them carefully, not only the way they look, but the way they may him feel. Because the Doctor has seen many a sunrise, but none like this. None with you.

And you, while he watches the sky, you are watching the Doctor. You notice the way his eyes crinkle at the sides as he smiles, the way his pulse has quickened and his breath has hitched. It’s like watching a masterpiece, for both of you. For him, it’s the sky. And for you, it’s him.

It’s always been him….

“Doctor?” Your voice cuts through the trance-like state he’s in.

“Hmm.” He hums serenely.

“Thank you.”

He turns his head to face you, a puzzled expression overtaking his features. “For what?” He asks.

“For trusting me.” You say. “For letting me be that right person.”

He smiles fully for the first time in a while, his hearts, his mind, and his body at peace. He not running from anything, he’s just sitting and watching. And he’s okay with that. As long as it’s with you.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#doctor who x reader #doctor who imagine #tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor x you #tenth doctor imagine #10th doctor x reader #10th doctor x you #10th doctor imagine #gias flufftober

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my heart goes kaboom for you | fred weasley

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sitting in the reading room of your apartment above the shop, you reminisce about your husband, Fred Wealsey.

Word Count: 800+

Prompt: Sparklers & fireworks (flufftober day 4)

A/n: this was more of a metaphorical take on the prompt, so I hope this isn’t too underwhelming. Anyway, I hope you’re all enjoying flufftober so far! <3

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Fred Weasley.

Just how to describe him….

Hot headed? Surely. A little reckless? More than a little, you think. Has an ego the size of Hogwarts? Possibly, though he has his good days. A touch over zealous? Yeah, maybe a touch. He’s likely all of these things, and yet he’s so much more: a son, a brother, a husband, and one day, a father.

And if there’s one thing you can say about Fred Weasley, it’s that his ego is earned. Since you first met him when he was eleven years old, until now at your ripe old age of twenty three, you’ve never seen him fail at anything. It’s like the man is incapable of being bad; he’s good at everything.

You’ve never met anyone so dedicated to their greatness, someone who knew from the second they stepped foot on this earth just the potential they had. And some might point to you and say, well, what about Harry Potter? And the thing is, you’ve known both Fred and Harry for what feels like your entire life, you grew up with them, and while they are similar, they have one stark difference. Harry might just be the greatest wizard you’ll ever encounter, but it was a greatness he never saw in himself, a potential he didn’t understand, and one that was forced upon him.

Fred’s greatness is something he seemed to always know he had, and it was a choice. He always wanted to be someone. He always wanted to make people laugh, to bring joy into the world. That doesn’t necessarily mean that it was always his dream to open the joke shop. In his mind, he didn’t exactly know how his motivations would precipitate, but the foundation was there. All he wanted was to make people happy.

So, you can say a lot of things about Fred Weasley, good and bad, because Merlin knows he’s a pain in your ass 99% of the time, but you can’t say he doesn’t burn bright. Because he does…so very bright…

It’s funny because he always calls you his sparkler, and him your firework. And it’s extremely fitting. You both have this hot streak in you, where if your backs are against the wall, you won’t hesitate to fight for what you believe in. And the nicknames run deeper than just the implication that your personalities are larger than life. They also signify the light you bring to each other. Fred is the brightest source of light, love, and liveliness in your life, and you are his.

It’s a loop you can get lost in again and again — thinking of Fred.

“Something on your mind darling?” Speak of the devil. Your husband’s voice is smooth and alluring, lulling your mind from its thoughts.

You look at him through your lashes, noticing his reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. They’re a recent addition to his wardrobe that make him look so mature, an aspect of Fred’s personality that has usually gone unnoticed. Because despite his child like persona, when he’s with you, when he doesn’t have to be this funny, charming guy, he’s just Fred, mature, rational, and sweet.

Your eyes pierce through the warm brown of his. “You.” You respond.

He flashes you a quick smile. “All good things I hope.”

“I’m afraid not my love.” You tease. “All terribly awful things.”

He’s so used to being the one doing the teasing that for a moment, he’s caught off guard. But only for a moment…

Fred’s eyebrows raise in curiosity, as he wiggles them slightly. “Naughty awful?” He asks hopefully.

“You wish Casanova.”

Your reply spurs a reaction out of Fred as he leans forward to press a haste kiss on your lips. “Always.”

It’s moments like this that remind you just how much you love him, and how much you know he loves you. It’s pure and undeniably real. It’s domestic, full of happiness and something you can always count on. And that’s probably what fills your heart with the most joy — Fred’s love for you and your love for him is reliable. It’s the kind of stability most people dream of having.

From the time you were eleven years old, you knew he would always be there for you…and you for him.

So yes, you can say a lot of things about Fred Weasley, some good and some bad, but there’s one thing you know for certain: he’s the firework to your sparkler. Forever and always.

#fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley imagine #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #gias flufftober

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maximoff-pan · 3 years

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gia’s flufftober 2021 masterlist

Hi everyone! I’m excited to announce that I am going to be participating in flufftober 2021! Below is a masterlist of what's to come in the next few weeks based on the prompts this year :)

Each post for this event will be tagged with #flufftober2021 and #giasflufftober

I’d also like to note that some of these may be altered depending on how my inspirations change, so none of the characters are fully cemented for each prompt. These may also not be posted exactly to the schedule because it’s a lot to write in such a short amount of time for me, but I’ll try my best to keep on track! (if it starts getting overwhelming, I’ll probably stick to posting every other day)

*the orders of the days are also subject to change, meaning that prompt one may not be posted on day one - it could be posted on day fifteen for example. Basically, the order you see here may not exactly apply, it’s just for the sake of the challenge and the masterlist.

I hope you darlings enjoy!

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Prompts

1. winning a teddy for the other - steve rogers: carnival fun - 900+ words

2. sneaking out together - sirius black

3. lazy sundays - lance sweets

4. sparklers & fireworks - fred weasley: my heart goes kaboom for you - 800+ words

5. watching the sunrise - tenth doctor: earth, wind, & fire - 600+ words

6. fireman’s carry - merlin (bbc)

7. meddling friends - spencer reid: meddling kids coworkers - 1.9k words

8. cooking lessons - dean winchester

9. text messages - sam winchester

10. pillow fight - peter maximoff

11. love notes - bucky barnes

12. sleepy kiss - harry potter

13. pillow talk - steve harrington

14. slow dancing - charlie weasley

15. silly traditions - emily prentiss

16. falling asleep together - peter parker

17. domestic fluff - joey tribbiani

18. costumes - penelope garcia

19. flowers - neville longbottom

20. secret crush - james potter

21. knuckle kiss - benedict bridgerton

22. flirting at work - derek morgan

23. hold me in your arms - draco malfoy

24. caught in the rain - remus lupin

25. cuddling & snuggling - alex summers

26. new hobby together - stiles stilinski

27. “I’m cold” - “Here, have my jacket” - poe dameron

28. soothing baths - chandler bing

29. up against the wall kiss - aaron hotchner

30. fall asleep in my lap - hermione granger

31. holiday traditions - george weasley

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carnival fun | steve rogers

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: You, Steve, and Bucky hang out at an annual Brooklyn carnival and Steve tries to win you over with a token of his affections, but it doesn’t go exactly as planned (queue the teddy bear :)) - btw this is set in the 1940s so y’all get some 40s pre-serum steve

Word Count: 900+

Prompt: Winning a teddy for the other (flufftober day 1)

A/n: I feel like this is some of my worst writing and I know this should’ve been the first flufftober post based on the days listed, (I’m sorry haha) but for some reason, I had a really hard time writing this one. I’m just not as comfortable writing Steve’s character as I am writing many of the others I write for, and sometimes I feel like I just can’t get his characterization down. So that’s probably why it’s a little short, but I hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless!

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Your eyes dart widely at all the attractions before you, your body gliding through the crowd of people. Moving swiftly, picking up the pace a little, you spot Bucky and Steve standing in the distance.

You watch as Steve catches a glance of you, his right arm shooting into the air to wave you over. Your smile only grows as you get closer, finally reaching your best friends.

Bucky is leaning against a food stand, cotton candy gripped tightly in his hand. He scowls as you swipe a piece of the glorified pink sugar and pop it into your mouth. “Nice of you to finally join us.” He jokes with a hint of annoyance…..but it’s a hint that Bucky would never admit is there.

“Of course!” Your face beams with mischief. “Couldn’t leave my two favourite people hanging, now could I?”

Steve’s lips turn up in amusement, watching as Bucky swats your hand away from going for more of his cotton candy. “Ah ah ah.” He chides. “Paws off doll.”

Groaning, you pout at him. “Come on Buck! It’s only a little.”

He shakes his head dismissively, but this time his face wears a smirk. “If you want some so badly, Steve here will buy it for you.”

“S’right,” the blonde chimes. “We can head over to the stand and pick some up!”

That’s the first time you’ve heard Steve speak today, and it causes your chest to flutter. He’s always been so considerate, albeit a little unable to discern Bucky’s sarcasm at times.

“We’re only kidding Stevie. You don’t have to do that. Besides, if anyone owes me, it’s Buck, what with me talking him up to all those cute birds he’s after.”

Bucky let’s out a cough and something that sounds along the lines of ‘yeah right,’ only furthering your amusement.

“But I want to.” He says with a gentle smile, instinctively reaching for your hand. And as soon as he’s done it, he pulls his hand back, ducking his head, feeling his cheeks warm.

He mumbles out a quiet apology and you send him a soft smile as your eyes meet, wordlessly telling him that it’s okay. You reach for his hand again, gently pulling him towards the cotton candy stand.

With you slightly in front, Steve gets to simply watch you. Your face is lit up by the vibrancy around you, the laughter of children echoing in his ears. Suddenly, Steve is very aware of the feeling of your hand grasping his, it sending sparks throughout him. He begins to let his mind wander, is this what it would be like to be yours? To be more than just best friends?

“That’ll be twenty five cents.” Steve’s thoughts are interrupted when you nudge his arm and point towards the man at the stand.

“Sorry.” He coughs, slipping his hand into his pocket to retrieve the money.

“S’alright.” The man responds, taking the coins from Steve. “Here you are young lady!”

“Thank you sir.” You nod your head with a bright smile. With your cotton candy in one hand, and Steve’s hand in the other, you tug him towards another stand.

“Here.” You pass him the treat as you make your way to the stand.

Steve doesn’t know whether to follow you or not, so he chooses to stand where he is, watching you from a slight distance. “What are you doing?” He calls.

You throw your head back to reply, “Wait there. You’ll see!”

But Steve quickly realizes that he can’t see, the bodies of several others blocking his eyeline. He stares at the cotton candy for a moment, taking a piece of it and letting it melt in his mouth.

He allows his thoughts to drift back to you, the sounds around him becoming like radio static. What could you possibly be doing? And why isn’t he allowed to see it?

He doesn’t know how long he’s been standing there, and he almost doesn’t care to know. But within what feels like a few minutes, you come pushing through the crowd with something plush in your arms.

“A teddy bear?” Steve laughs.

“Mhm.” You hum. “I won it for you!”

“For me?” He questions in slight shock.

You send him a quizzical look, tilting your head to the right. “Yes you,” you pause for a moment, “who else would it be for?”

Steve ponders it for a second and shrugs when he can’t find a good enough answer. “Why me?”

“Because I love you.” You say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. And in your defence, it’s not like you don’t tell him and Bucky that almost everyday. “And as a thank you for the cotton candy.”

With less hesitance from before, now holding the stuffed bear in his left arm, he reaches for your hand, grasping it lightly. You turn your head up to smile at him and he smiles back, both your hearts racing with sheer delight.

“You know I love you too right?” Steve asks. “Even if I don’t say it as often as I should.”

You lean into him further. “I know.” You respond, your voice sweet and soft. “You may not tell me everyday, but you do show me.”

A silence falls between you as you keep walking hand in hand. But it’s not uncomfortable. It’s a silence that feels like a warm blanket, it feels safe.

And as Bucky dances with a girl he’s already forgotten the name of, he spots his two best friends happily together. Smiling he thinks with a hint of jealousy, that’s what love looks like. But it’s a hint Bucky would never admit is there.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers imagine #captain america x reader #avengers x reader #avengers x you #gias flufftober

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