wolfwarrior22

Natasha did not kiss. Only for missions when it was absolutely necessary did she place her plump lips on another person's. And her girlfriend knew that. But that didn't mean you didn't try. Sometimes you were subtle about it, cooking her favorite meal or sharing a milkshake with her. As the advance went on you'd lean in, only for your super spy to turn her head last second, a smirk gracing those plump lips you longed to feel on yours. You'd pout as your lips met her cheek, crossing your arms and leaving it at that for the night. Other times you were about as subtle as a gun. You'd jump on her, try to sneak one at night, roll over on a lazy

You put the key you had gotten from your friend, and teacher, Yukio Okumura in the key hole. You walked in cautiously, it was your first day at Exorcist Cram School. You stepped in the room as quietly as you could, you were already ted minutes late. "Ah, (Name), so glad you could join us today." Yukio said. "You can go ahead and take a seat next to that black haired dunce, Rin." You nodded and walked over. As you sat down you played with your (Hair Color) locks and took out a pen. Yukio was instructing something about goblins, but you were zoning out. You stared at the spaced out boy next to you. His spiky black hair fell around his face, an

You and Reid stepped into the elevator, the door shutting partially before Hotch could get inside. He waved it off, moving away and walking towards the stairs. You pressed the up button; doors sliding shut the rest of the way and elevator starting to move. The elevator suddenly jolted forward, almost knocking you off your feet. You stumbled into Reid, his arms wrapping around your waist to steady you. “What happened?” You asked shakily, pressing a few buttons on the elevator. “Don’t do that.” Reid said sharply, making you look at him in surprise. “Why?” “There are six elevator related death

  You run to catch that bus, but to no avail. Soon you are left watching from a distance as it drives away. Nasty remarks pour from rolled down windows, remarks that you, of course, ignore. Because that's not all you hear. You are greeted by a muted taping that you follow to one of the windows at the front of the bus. Someone waves at you.            Mark. You swallow your surprise and wave back, smiling shyly. You hadn't been expecting that…              When the bravado wears off, you frown. Time to walk, you suppose. You place on foot in front of the other and continue down the sidewalk.              Something in your peripheral