Plane Ride | P.P.

Plane Ride | P.P.

Peter Parker x Reader

summary: Reader believes that Peter has a crush on MJ, but a plane ride to Europe might change reader’s mind.

genre: fluff

warnings: kissing?

total word count: 759

A/N: this is an image i had on my wattpad account that i thought tumblr might like. Hope you like and enjoy!

   You were lucky enough to go on the European with your best friend, MJ.

   No one knew your secret reason of why you really went on this trip though. Other than MJ, of course.

   The secret was that you liked Peter. Peter Parker to be exact.

   When you heard you could with Peter on the European trip, you had to take it. Plus it would be fun!

   So that's how you ended up waiting at an airport with your head on MJ's lap. You got hungry and decided to get something from the vending machine.

   "I'll be back M." You said. She responded with a quick nod of her head, not looking away from her book. When you got there, there was a bit of a line, but you didn't mind because you had a lot of time to waste.

    When you finally got to the front of the line you were alone. As you were getting your M&M, you heard a noise behind you. You quickly turned around dropping your M&M's.

    "Oh um, sorry!" It was Peter "Let me help you." he bent down and grabbed it. He handed it to you, touching your hand in the process. Both of you pulled away quickly. Not from disgust but because the tingles you both got from it.

    He looked back up from his hand, right into your eyes. "Your face is red" He said in a low voice. Your face heated up even more.

     "Y-Ya. Y'know it's j-just hot in here, better go back to Mj she is probably worried." He watched you leave the hall.

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   You were boarding the plane now. Everyone had a seat and it was jam packed. Mj sat next to Betty so you had to find another seat next to Brad. Which was weird because before the snap he was a kid compared to you.

    See when the snap happened you got dusted, but Brad didn't. So while you slept, kinda, for 5 years he grew into, i guess, a man?

     You guys didn't talk much for awhile until everyone started to moving seats. "What's happening?" You asked looking around at everyone switching.

      "Don't know" He quickly responded getting up from his seat. Betty came up to him and suddenly he was gone sitting next to Mj. Well that went great. You sat alone for only a minute feeling sorry for yourself.

      You felt someone sit next to you. It's probably just Ned or some other student. You kept looking out the window tell something poked your shoulder.

     You turned and saw Peter next to you. "Hi" He said, more of whispered "Sorry, everyone moved seats and i got put here. I mean not that i don't want to sit next to you. I mean i- never mind"

    "It's alright i understand." You said sadly. You always thought he liked Mj, but you never said anything.

     He looked at you for a second before looking at the screen on the seat. He started playing a movie, which you recognized as 'Iron Man'. You started watching it too, it was hard because you couldn't  hear it.

     Peter looked at you trying to see the screen and make out words. He took out one earbud and moved a piece of your hair moving it to the side. Then he put the earbud in.

     It startled you, when you turned you saw him staring at you. Close. He was very close.

    He started to lean in. You didn't know what to do so you just sat there. Your noises were touching. Then, his lips met yours. They were soft and gentle. It got more heated and you had to break the kiss to get a breath.

      After the kiss he smiled and gave you a peck on the cheek. Before standing up, heading towards the bathroom.

      He had kissed you. The girl who he had liked since elementary school. He went into the bathroom and leaned against the door. After awhile of doing a little happy dance, he looked mirror, fixed his hair, and went to sit next to his crush for the whole trip to Europe and more.

spence’s curls

rollercoaster - timothée chalamet

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 : no one, i just had this idea in the back of my head for a little while now.

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 : the reader starts a livestream and gets bombarded with comments telling her to get on tiktok with timmy. completely confused, she looks at the tiktoks made of him and shows him, making him flustered all on the livestream.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : timmy being a cute baby, references to sex

𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓

you’d heard of tiktok before but you’d never thought to jump on there and become a ‘tiktoker’.

many of your fans would’ve liked it and you’d appeared in many of your friends’ tiktoks but you never really thought much about making one.

you got up from the bed that you and timmy were both laying in, him groaning in protest since he wanted to cuddle more.

“big baby.” you muttered, grabbing your laptop from the nightstand beside you and walking over to grab it’s charger.

you then returned to your spot on the bed, opening up your laptop so your phone would have something to sit up on.

going to instagram and starting up a live video, you waved as you watched many people pile in to see you.

“hi guys!” you greeted making timothée look up at you to see who you were talking to. he saw the phone and just assumed you were on a live stream.

he snaked his arm around your stomach, pulling you back.

the people watching could only see his arm but they knew who it was since your relationship was no secret.

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝗼𝐧𝐞 we can always trust y/n to give us content

you laughed at that comment, moving your hand back so you could run it through his hair.

“he’s being a huge baby right now.” you said, more comments toppling in at your statement.

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝗼 Y/N REACT TO THE TIMMY TIKTOKS

you raised your brow at that one. “timmy tiktoks?” you asked. “how about it, guys? should i look at some ‘timmy tiktoks’?” you questioned, joking mostly.

it would be fun to see what they were talking about though.

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 look at what they say about ur man, queen

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐟𝗼𝐮𝐫 pls dont let her see mine, god

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 people on tiktok are wild 😔

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐱 pLS QUEEN

a soft laugh made its way out of your mouth due to the use of ‘queen’ in the comments and the way there seemed to be a lot of tiktoks about him.

“alright, fine.” you nodded your head, downloading the app onto your computer. once it was installed and you had made your account, you were already confused.

“there’s so much happening already.” you muttered. hearing timothée chuckle beside you, you whined. “i promise i’m not that old.” you said.

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 tell us ur user tho

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 OH SHIT GTG DELETE EVERY TIKTOK IVE MADE ABOUT TIMOTHÉE

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 we’re about to get exposed

you typed into the search bar: timothée chalamet. there were lots of videos, more than you and thousands of other people could count. “holy shit, people on here love you.” you murmured which caused him to give you a squeeze since his arm was still very much hooked around your stomach.

“oh no-” he said, suddenly feeling a little shy all of the sudden.

“wait, what’s this one-” you stopped mid sentence to click on a video.

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧 here we go ladies and gentlemen

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 who suggested this cus now i wanna fight

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 what the hell did i just come into

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 y/n will u still love us after this 😔

“what- of course i will!” you reassured now focusing on the loud tiktok. “rollercoasters i wanna ride on in 2020? why is this in the hashtag- OH.” your eyes widened when you realized what was going on. at first it was showing actual rollercoasters but now it was showing pictures of your boyfriend.

“what?” timothée spoke up, not paying attention what was going on on the screen.

“nothing, bébé.” you shook your head, biting down on your lip to keep in your shock and laughter.

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐟𝗼𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 YALL SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN U SUGGEST SHIT

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 STOP CORRUPTING MY BABIES ILL FIGHT

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 im tryna ride on that rollercoaster too, that person aint special

“you knowwww? i think that’s enough tiktok for today.” you laughed, grabbing your phone and shutting your laptop.

“i didn’t even get to watch them.” timothée whined. “you better appreciate the fact that you didn’t get to see it.” you nudged him back.

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 this is why we cant have nice things

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 who told her to do that, im coming to throw their ass off a roof

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 you should’ve watched the one where they were like: omw to audition to be the peach in cmbyn.

that comment definitely caught your eye since you had watched the peach scene and you were sure you’d never forget it.

“the PEACH?” you shouted, not realizing how loud your screech was.

“did- did i just read that correctly...” timothée chimed in, his mouth in the shape of an ‘o’.

“this is where i log off and never log back on.” you joked, ending the live soon after.

drunken thoughts

summary: while attending a Christmas party at the school, Anne, Diana, and Gilbert accidentally let reader get drunk.

pairing: gilbert x fem!reader

rating: idk let’s see, it mentions alcohol so PG-13? yeahhhh I’m bad with this we’ll just do warnings instead

warnings: alcohol and crappy writing

enjoy

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Christmas was never really Y/N’s favorite holiday. There were much better ones, in her opinion. But the one thing she did love about this sweet time was the baked treats. And what better place to get them then at the school Christmas party?

“Cookies, cookies, and ooh, look at that! More cookies,” she walked by the table, finding nothing really out of the ordinary. However, Y/N refused to leave without something delicious. After all, that was her sole purpose for coming tonight.

“Y/N, Y/N!” Ruby cried and ran up to the girl with a dish in her hands. “Your dress looks gorgeous!”

“Thank you, Ruby.” she replied dryly, more focused on the sweet aroma hitting her hard. “What’s that you have?”

The blonde looked down. “This? Oh, why it’s just a pie. My mother baked it for the party.”

“May I try some?”

“Of course!”

Didn’t have to tell her twice. As soon as Ruby opened the lid, Y/N wasted no time in getting her own slice, then devouring into it. She moaned with delight. “Ruby, this is delicious. I think this might save my social life-“ but then… a disgusting taste replaced the temporary good one. Y/N scrunched up her nose, but forced a smile to not seem rude. “What kind- what kind of pie is this?”

“Pumpkin, I believe.”

I’ll let you know it was a struggle for Y/N to not puke then and there.

Instead, she nodded, and walked to a corner of the room with her pie. When she suspected nobody was paying attention to her, she opened the window, and spit out whatever was in her mouth, as long as the plate. Then she closed the window, seeming as innocent as can be while whistling. Y/N walked over to Gilbert, Anne, and Diana, who huddled together and looked around as if they were paranoid. But she was far too occupied with the foul taste of pumpkin in her mouth that she ignored it.

“I think I’m gonna die, help.”

As soon as she said that, Gilbert turned around. “What’s wrong?”

He’s always had a soft spot for Y/N, and most say because he likes her. But if asked about it, he would quickly deny it. Apparently, he’s oblivious of his actions toward her being caught, whether it’s the way he steals affectionate glances or when he smiles lovingly as she speaks. There was no doubt that he had special feelings for her, but he would never admit them out loud.

She leaned on him for support. “I just ate poison.” This is the moment she notices the glass in his hand, and snatches it, desperate to drown the pumpkin. The drink is bitter and strong, but it sure is better than the pie.

All at once the three yell, “No!” but Y/N had already downed it all. With a satisfied sigh, she gives the glass back to Gilbert, smiling. Anne looks shocked, while Diana is at a loss for words. Gilbert just peers into the cup, wondering how she drank it so fast. And Y/N just keeps smiling.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

Diana was the first to break. “Did she drink it all?” Gilbert handed the cup to her so she could see for herself.

“Oh, my gosh. We’re dead!” Anne scoffed, shaking her head. “This is- this is disastrous!”

“Shhh!” Y/N put a finger to her lips, causing all of them to look at her. As soon as everyone’s eyes were on her, she sheepishly looked down and hugged herself. “You’re loud.” she whispered softly, pouting.

“Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no.” Diana said. “Is she… she…” she shakily pointed a finger at the girl.

“What? No.” Gilbert said. “It was just one cup.”

Anne’s eyes widened. “What if she has a low tolerance for alcohol? What if she’s actually ridiculously dr-“

“Don’t say that!” He scolded. “She’s perfectly fine. Right, Y/N?”

When he turned to the girl with a supportive smile, her face went blank. He expected her to nod and say something. But she actually laughed. She laughed and cupped his cheeks in her hands. “Aww, you’re so cute!” she cooed, making kissing noises.

His eyes widened, and he grabbed her hands, pulling them down. “Yep, we’re in trouble.”

Y/N giggled and looked over his shoulder. She gasped and squealed. “Look, it’s Billy! Billy, I wrote a song for you! Ahem! It’s Billy! B-B-Billy! The biggest jerk ever known to- MHH!”

Gilbert quickly clamped a hand over her mouth and pushed her toward the girls. “I’ll handle him, just get her outside before he says something.”

“But it was his drink in the first place, why would she get in trouble? She didn’t know!” Anne yelled.

“Yeah! He gets in trouble, yeah!”

“Alrighty, let’s get you outside. Anne. Come on!”

When the three walked outside, Y/N shook her head rapidly. “Oh, no. I don’t like the dark.”

“Then, look at the stars.” Diana suggested with a small smile. Then she turned to the redhead who crossed her arms with a scowl. “What will we do with her? She can’t go home.”

“She can’t come to my house! Marilla is already severely disappointed in me.”

“Well she won’t even get passed the door with Mother at my house.”

“I’m going to count the stars!”

Anne sighed. “Then what are we going to do?” She closed her eyes and sat down on the grass.

“There’s like a gazillion!”

Diana looked behind her. “Quiet down, Y/N.” She sat next to Anne as they both watched the girl chase nothing.

It took a few minutes for Gilbert to come out, but as soon as he did, he was met by a hug. “Gil, I missed you! And, ooh! Look at those stars, I stopped counting at seven, but at least we know there’s at least seven!”

He looked down at her and softly smiled. “Yeah, there’s at least seven.”

“Hey, Gilbert.” Anne interrupted them, and he looked over. “Your father would be asleep around this time, right?”

“Yeah, why?” Anne and Diana smiled gladly, a sudden feeling of relief overcoming their dread. “Uh, why?”

;;

“I guess this is why.”

Gilbert and Y/N walked inside his house, being met with the same silence and darkness from outside. It took a little convincing for Gilbert to let Y/N stay at his place for the night. Diana and Anne would see her parent, claiming they would all stay at Diana’s for a sleepover, and that Y/N couldn’t ask permission for herself because she stayed behind to clean up the school. In a way, everything was working out fine.

That was until Y/N started to squeal and jump.

“Oh, Gilbert, look! Look at the moo-“

He rushed up towards her, covering her mouth yet again that night, and stayed still. “We have to be quiet.” He whispered. “Come on, let’s go to my room.”

Her eyes widened and she pushed him away. “How dare you! What do you take me for? I am a lady!”

He sighed. “Not like that, Y/N. You’ll sleep in there and I’ll sleep somewhere else. Now come on, quietly.”

“Okay!” She tried to whisper, but it still came out loudly.

Gilbert helped her into bed, which took a while because she couldn’t stop laughing from when he tripped on their way in. But once she made contact, Y/N slipped underneath the covers, laying on her back. “Hey, where are the stars? Did you steal them? Put them back, Gilbert.”

He sat on the bed, covering her more. “They’re outside. They’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Oooohhh.”

Y/N giggled, and he smiled. “What’s funny?”

“I made a lot of wishes tonight.”

“What kind of wishes?”

“Umm, one was for chocolate. The other was to ride a horse. And then one was to kiss Gilbert. There was also one that had to deal with a boat and a snake, but I can’t remember anymore-“

“What?”

“What?”

He shook his head. “What was that wish?”

“The snake and boat-“

“No, the one before that.”

Y/N was confused before relisting the wishes in her head and counting them on her fingers. “Oh! The one about Gilbert.”

He gulpped. “Yeah. The one about him.”

She sat up and hit the pillow a few times. “Well, as much as he can get on my nerves, I want to have my first kiss with him.” Y/N sharply turned to face him and pointed a finger. “Don’t you dare tell him.”

Gilbert resisted the urge to smile and nodded. “I won’t.”

“Good. I’m going to dream now.” She laid back down and pulled the blanket over her head. Gilbert chuckled and stood up, watching as she moved under.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

“Sweet dreams, Gilbert.”

Masterlist

Per request, here are all of my fics in one place! I will try to keep this updated, but Tumblr has been a jerk to me lately about linking things. There isn’t much yet, but I hope to keep adding more as time goes on <3

Requests are always open!

^20 currently in line, position below does not indicate order of request!

Spencer Reid/Reader

* means it contains smut

If it says [requested] it is still on my list of things to write! 

Fluff:

Soulmates: Spencer comes to a conclusion during a late night with Reader. 

Bedtime Stories on the Jet: Spencer and you share the jet couch. 

Style Theory: Fashion student Reader meets her favorite scholar and teaches him a lesson in self-love.

Stranger Danger [Part 2 requested]: Reader is a single mother having a very bad day.

Studious Shadow: Reader’s crush won’t stop avoiding her at work and she thinks he might hate her.

Honeysuckle Hair: Spencer has some words to say about Reader’s curly hair.

Moral of the Story  (Part 1, Part 2*, Part 3* requested]): Spencer has a surprise for you on the night before you two get married.

Intentions: Spencer’s teenage daughter wants to have a conversation with you about your intentions with her father.

Astraphobia: SSA Reader and Spencer share their most embarrassing fears. 

Drunk Dial: It’s been years since Reader talked to Spencer, but after a bunch of drinks it seems like a really good idea.

What Goes Up: Spencer breaks the Magician’s code for a very adorable exception.

Center of the Universe [requested]: The stranger at the coffee shop gives Reader a very interesting lesson about New York City (and the universe).

Angst (Check the CWs):

My Only Chance ❤️: The BAU is after one of the most prolific serial killers in the world, but she swears she’s innocent.

My Angel ❤️: Reader’s been drugged and Spencer has to talk her down.

(Don’t) Hurt Me (Part 1, Part 2*) ❤️: After being saved from the clutches of death at the hands of two serial killers, Reader leans on Spencer to heal.

Schrödinger’s Relationship (Part 1, [Part 2* requested]) ❤️: Reader finds out Spencer has been dating a kind and cute woman (when he’s not spending the night at her house). 

Ribcage ❤️ (Spencer!POV): Spencer realizes Reader is the one, but it might be too late. He has to find her.

Repentance ❤️ [requested]: Spencer is confronted with his second chance at life, finding it full of regrets. Reader tries to talk him through it.

Best Kept Secrets ❤️ [requested] (Mixed POV) : The team finds out that Mrs. Reid has been kidnapped. Only catch is they didn’t know there was a Mrs. Reid at all.

Not Your Backup ❤️ [requested] (Spencer!POV): Following JJ’s confession, Spencer admits she’s more like a sister to him. Now that he’s confessed to Reader, Spencer and JJ argue about JJ’s unwarranted jealousy of his girlfriend.

Phoenix ❤️ [requested]: It’d been 10 weeks since Spencer died in your arms. At least, that’s what you thought. (Rewrite of the Emily/Doyle Arc)

For Better, For Worse* ❤️ [requested… by me] (Mixed!POV): Spencer thought he had finally met the woman he was going to marry, but quickly learned she was engaged to someone else. As the years go by, he realizes that he has to tell her how he feels before it’s too late. Her wedding is in two weeks. 

Sharp Words [requested]: Spencer and Reader get in a heated argument.

It’s Not You, It’s Her 💔 (Spencer!POV, Anti-Reader/Spencer): Spencer realizes he’ll never love Reader the way he loves Maeve.

Smut One(ish)-Shots:

Devil in the Backseat*: Reader is a little too much for Spencer (and he’s into it).

Late Nights and Bar Lights (Part 1, Part 2*): Spencer is oblivious to how much SSA Reader likes him… Until he’s not.

The Objective & The Occult*: Reader is a witch and Spencer is a scientist, can I make it any more obvious?

Bigger Bitch than Payback*: Spencer has to pay for kissing Cat, and Reader is all too ready to conduct the punishment.

Body of a Goddess*: Spencer reminds plus sized-Reader just how much he loves her body.

Dark Side (Part 1*, Part 2*): What can Reader say? Spencer in a prison jumpsuit is just too hard to resist.

Funhouse Mirror*: SSA Reader promised Spencer he’d be surprised by her  costume of the Doctor for the Halloween Party. To her credit, he definitely was.

I Like It Like That*: Jealous!Spencer shows himself after a rowdy party, Spencer promises to never do that again, but Reader immediately makes him take it back.

Never Have I Ever (Part 1, Part 2*): After a case involving kink culture, Spencer is assigned to judge the girls’ game of Never Have I Ever. Later, him and Reader compare scores.

Jazz & Jealousy* [requested]: On a visit from New Orleans, Ethan takes a liking to Spencer’s crush. Spencer is not thrilled by this.

Taken for a Ride* [requested]: Officer Reader and Dr. Reid get off to a bad start. Things get a little awkward when he has to hop on the back of her motorcycle. 

Arm Candy* [requested]: Reader convinces Spencer to attend his 25 year high school reunion so she can show off her best friend, who’s quickly becoming something more. 

Lost Time* [requested]: Reader decides to help Spencer make up on lost time and finally take the Spring Break he never got to have.

Random/Assorted: 

Cat Fights & Kitten Claws [requested]: Reader gets fed up with watching Cat torment her favorite BAU Agent & decides to enter the ring.

Series:

Here to Misbehave (Part 1, Part 2*, Part 3*, Part 4*, Part 5*, Part 6*, Part 7*, Part 8*, Part 9*, Part 10*, Part 11+ requested, Author Update): Spencer meets a girl he can’t get enough of at the nightclub, then quickly realizes she is not supposed to be there.

Surgical Scars* [requested]: BDSM!AU. Spencer is an unconventional Dom who’s met an unconventional Sub that he just can’t figure out.  

Show Me The Ropes* [requested]: Spencer is introduced to the BDSM community during a case. He strikes it up with a Switch/Sub/Dom who, upon seeing his interest, offers their services.

The Birds & The Bees [requested… by me]: Reader is a Teaching Assistant and a virgin. She asks her Professor if he would be willing to teach her a very personal lesson. 

Physical

Reid and y/n have to go on a date to lure out the unsub who’s been stalking her, but they seem to forget it’s fake.

Warnings: Season 8-12 spoilers, description of an attack.

Word count: 4,410

MASTERLIST

The smell of the hospital was nauseating. Or maybe it was a side affect to the pain killers they put me on been put on when I was admitted. I didn’t even know I was hurt that bad, but I guess that’s what happens when you’re not conscious to feel it. Though I couldn’t forget the shovel he was carrying before he introduced it to the back of my skull. And I couldn’t forget his face beforehand, he looked censurable, like he could be sick. It was almost like he didn’t want to go through with it. But I guess he figured out what he wanted and that’s why i’m connected to so many machines and tubes right now. But he could have killed me. I guess I got lucky.

I was out like a light during the attack, and I was truly thankful that I couldn’t feel what he was doing. In addition to my head injury he broke three of my fingers and one of my ribs. I understand now that even though I didn’t like the idea of being on painkillers, or the way it made my brain feel like oatmeal, it beats having to feel every abrasion I experienced while comatose. Don’t get me wrong, I felt it and it hurt, but it was more manageable than not.

I didn’t notice that my nurse was in the room with me before she started talking, startling me into a sitting position. “Miss y/l/n, the FBI are here to ask you some questions about what happened. Do you think you can do that?” She asked softly.

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