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Loki x Reader The Little thingsIt wasn't the big huge grand gestures that made you and Loki's relationship (although they were nice from time to time)
It was more the little, simple things that made it
The way you would wake up in each others arms no matter how you had originally fell asleep
The way he would whisper in your ear and tell you how you were beautiful, no matter how you looked
The way you would kiss his nose when you two woke up
The way he would hold your hand and rub little circles on your thumb
The way you would nuzzle into the crook of his neck and lightly kiss it
The way how he would always smile when you entered a room
The way how you would wash the dishes and he would dry
The way your lips barely meet, yet made the strongest connection
How he would get you your favorite flowers, just because
How you would cook his favorite meal, for the same reason
The way he stared at you when you started talking about the passion you loved, and he would not want to listen to anything else
How you would run into h
Sherlock x Child! Reader Heim  Finale
“You know, I think I’ve had my fill of hospital visits this year.”
“Oh, please. You weren’t even the one who was stuck in the bed. Not like me, Mycroft or (Name).”
“You and your brother were hardly here for a day, save for (Name) who’s still here.”
“And you were here for how long, exactly?”
“Shut up, Mycroft.”
The trio sat in the hospital room, two of them restored to their usual apathetic, sarcastic selves and the third merely happy that (Name) was still alive. Sherlock and Mycroft were overjoyed of course, but they’d already had their emotional reunifications with the girl. Not that either one would admit it.
And so they all remained there, (Name) humming happily as she doodled with the paper and crayons Mary had brought her, surrounded by mostly all her favorite people. Sherlock on one side of her hospital bed and Mycroft on the other, and near the foot of her bed was John, resting his head in his ar
All That I Need (Spencer Reid X Reader)
Author's Note: If you haven't seen any of the episodes with Maeve this probably won't make sense.
“Shh Spencer it’s okay.” You whispered soothingly, rubbing Spencer’s back as he cried. Spencer didn’t say anything, just continued to sob, and your heart shattered with each whimper that fell from his lips.
“I-it’s my fault she’s dead __y/n__.” Spencer choked out through his sobs. You tilted his head to look at you, gently wiping the tears from his face.
“It is not your fault. And Spencer, it’s been nearly two years, and I know that doesn’t seem like a long time, but I don’t think Maeve would you want you to be doing this.” You said gently, not wanting to upset him.
“Do what exactly?” Spencer asked, his tear-filled eyes showing confusion now as well.
“Spencer, you’re not living your life. I know that you feel like you’re still with Maeve, I get that, I really do, but Spencer, M
Hoping (Spencer Reid X Reader)
You followed the muscular, dark-skinned man around. You were starting at the DAU and were going to be helping someone named Garcia with the technological stuff. But first this man, whose name was Morgan you thought, was having you meet the rest of the team. He led you to an office, where people were milling around.
"This is Emily Prentiss." Morgan said gesturing at a pretty woman with black hair. You waved shyly. You were terribly shy around new people, and weren't a huge fan of physical contact.
"Good to meet you Agent __l/n__." Prentiss said with a smile. Then Morgan pointed at a tall man with dark hair on the other side of the room.
"That's Aaron Hotchner, I suppose you'll meet him later." Morgan said with a small chuckle.
"Hi, I'm Jennifer, but you can call me JJ." said a very pretty blonde woman who was sitting at a desk. You smiled and waved at her.
"I'll take you to meet Garcia now, as I guess Pretty Boy is somewhere else." You looked at Morgan in confusion. He chuckled and corr
Sigyn...His chances were not good at all. When he first looked at her he thought she was out of his reach.
The moon reflected her full mantle of silver in the mirror of water, outside the palace of the beautiful landscape of Asgard.
As the emeralds on his face fixed on the glass dome, he caressed the golden strands of his partner. He thought as his lungs filled with air. The perfect and graceful fingers set on his white hands stroked her back as a mirthless reflection flew over his mind.
He was a monster. The monster the parents talked to their children about at nights. What made him think she would set her magnificent, peaceful gaze toward a monster like him?
If he was evil, why she was lying in his arms, devoted to him and to the slumber?
Because he was not an abominable entity, only the need to be understood from the people around coated on his heart and
through the many suns and moons flying in their everyday, he had shown her he was not a saint at all and through
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